#do re mi line

[koushirouizumi]

{DigiAdvs B.N.M.} x H o n e y L e m o n S o d a {2.k.1.5}

{"When are you going to C O N F E S S?"} "K O K U H A K U" {"...When the T I M E is R i g h t--??...."} {"Doesnt it make getting R E J E C T E D

Being A Lot More A W K W A R D Around THEM??"}

{Cap/Crop'd by Me} {DO NOT R E P O S T} {DO NOT RE P R O D U C E} (PLEASE ASK TO USE)

#koushirouizumi advs #koushirouizumi 02 #koushirouizumi tri #koushirouizumi takehika #koushirouizumi bnm #bnm spoilers #tri takehika #(I very DELIBERATELY Left in the border on this one BECAUSE Im concern it might get grabbed through the S e a r c h later) #(PLEASE DO N O T R E P O S T THESE) #(Im planning to re do this set LATER) #(Im mainly doin it for MYSELF) #(but also bc) #(Ive been looking into post 2k15 stuff I missed and w o w These Lines Have Been COMPLETELY RE CONTEXTUALIZING A LOT FOR ME) #('THIS IS HOW {SOME???} A L L O s {+IN J.P.} VIEW RELATIONS----') #(AKA H I I AM HAVING A LOT OF {+TRI!}+{2.k.1.2} TAKE THOUGHTS AND I NEED TO YELL A LOT) #('ITS ALL MAKING SENSE NOW') #(TAKES F R E A K I N G O U T BECAUSE TAKE *IS SCARED* THAT *THEIR RELATION* 'WHATEVER IT IS' ***MIGHT END***) #({BECAUSE HIKA WAS SAYING ALL THE WORRYING THINGS HIKA WAS SAYING HERE} AND TAKE IS LIKE T H A T) #({THIS IS NOT A H E T T A K A R I SET THIS IS ME YELLING BC I AM SERIOUSLY THINKING ON A R O S P E C TAKE AGAIN NOW) #(Even in this S h o u j o the M.C. {who is VERY Aut!like too} Q U E S T I O N S the ' c o n c l u s i o n ' the others come to) #(At first M.C. is agreeing like ' I DONT WANT THIS TO C H A N G E ' THEN M.C. is like ' Wait ... DOES It Have To . . . . . ') #(At one point they FLAT OUT ASK M.C. ' Do you even know what L.O.V.E IS???? ' M.C. is like ' . . . {I Do I THINK B u t} ') #(COMING BACK TO THIS) #hls spoilers #our future spoilers #koushirouizumi no rb #(Like im sorry its been Y E A R S I am ALLOWED to comment and yell on these scenes now) #(I KNOW they got a lot of Talk back then but I always felt like it was being mis understood COMPLETELY but couldnt put my finger on) #(How to Express it and now I know W H Y) #AROSPEC TAKERU

[dcxdpdabbles]

Would you ever consider writing out the Alley Boyfriends?

Tim's favorite brand of coffee since childhood- for one could not follow Batman and Robin around without losing some sleep- had always been the Heart Attack Coffee. It was known for its high levels of sugar and caffeine, with the added bonus of being cheap.

Heart Attack Coffee grew from a small family-run booth in Gotham's street market to five stores in Gotham, three in Bludhaven, and even one in Metropolis.

Their menu comprises about sixty percent of various coffees, but there are teas, fruit waters, and even pastries.

They rolled out signature drinks per season, and Tim was always the first one in line when the new menu was revealed. He preferred the winter ones- mainly because they were hot and always had a special kick to his coffee compared to the spring and summer that tended to lean more towards ice dreams like teas or fruit waters.

Tim adored Heart Attack with all his might. He collected their special cups, a book on all the different flavors he tried, and even cried for three hours straight after learning the Heart Attack team had made drinks inspired by the Bats.

He doesn't think he drank anything but the Red Robbin Rush for the three months the promotion ran. Yes, his heart was beating like a hummingbird in his chest the whole time, and he was a bit jitty, but it was worth it.

Then came the terrible day Bruce found out just how much caffeine was inside Heart Attack's coffee. Not enough to shut them down with health violations but enough to worry him.

He forbids the family from Heart Attack, suggesting another cafe that were safer. The thing is, Tim does not drink any other coffee. He tried of course, but unless he was the one that made it, the other coffee never came close!

That was Tim's coffee. His special coffee. He had one every day (that he was in town and not away on a mission) so much so the employees knew him by name and what time he usually showed up.

Sean, the morning cashier at the closest branch to WE, would have an experimental drink prepared for him. Sean would let him test out possible new flavors!

That's how valued he was as a customer.

Don't get him wrong, Tim tried to follow Bruce's mandatory boycott. But by the third day, his headache was killing him, and his hands were starting to get itchy.

Not only that. His whole day just felt off when he skipped out on his morning coffee or his after-work coffee. Tam had caught him re-organizing his office at least five times because his office just didn't feel right anymore. It wasn't balanced.

On the fourth day, he walked into a Heart Attack, and Sean smiled at him. He had a blond expresso Rush halfway made when Tim reached the counter. "Welcome back, Tim."

He placed a fifty in the tip jar grinning at the employee. He took his first sip of the golden nectar and felt his very soul breathe as it settled in his stomach. "Good to be back"

Tim figured that Bruce wouldn't notice because, frankly his adoptive dad wasn't the most observant when it came to Tim's habits. He got away with it for about a month.

Then came the faithful day Bruce reminded him why he was Bartman.

"I'm sorry, Tim, you've been placed on the Do not Serve Coffee list." Sean winces, showing the binder to the stunned CEO.

"I've been banned!?" He chokes, running his eyes over his own face in picture form. "What did I do!?"

"Not banned. You can still order caffeine-free teas or fruit waters." Sean reassures, but it means nothing. His apologies and his explanations mean nothing.

Sean-who he was half sure had been flirting with Tim for months- suddenly meant nothing.

Bruce has bought out Heart Attack was nearest WE in an effort to get Tim to cut back on his coffee intake. The man knew he did not like drinking any other brand, didn't function right without it, and still chose to pull this stunt.

Well, if he thought Tim wouldn't drive ten minutes to the next nearest Heart Attack, he was sorely mistaken. He got up twenty minutes early- and Tim loves to sleep okay. Just because he can't have too much of it with his busy life didn't mean he didn't adore sleep- and drove himself there to make sure he was on time for WE.

The employee gave him the same spiel, holding that dreaded binder. Bruce had also gotten to this branch. But Tim knew that while the branches could be bought out, the name was trademarked, so Bruce couldn't own them all!

He tried the Heart Attack that was thirty minutes away, showing up late to work due to him not planning the traffic for the morning rush, and still did not succeed in getting coffee.

. Then he tried the one that forty minutes, on the complete opposite side of his work, and that one failed too. By this point, a whole week had gone by since he last had a Heart Attack.

Not even on missions did he go this long. He usually bought those take-home packages when he knew the missions were going to be longer than three days at the most. They wouldn't even sell him that anymore!

The packages were just packs of Heart Attack instant coffee. It wasn't even the real deal!

He was feeling withdrawal; his headaches were getting worse, while his body felt slow with fatigue, and he was snapping at everything and everyone.

Just the other day, he yelled at Tam for sneezing. Sneezing.

Thankfully, she can give out as good as she gets. She reminded Tim why she was the one who tended to call all the shots around the office despite what others believed.

His skin was starting to burn, which didn't make sense since caffeine withdrawal did not include itchiness, but he couldn't stop scratching. Tim also hasn't slept in a while because his daily evening routines were all off now that he couldn't have Coco Connect!

He thinks he made all of his executives uneasy with his fidgeting and nasty scowl at the last meeting because he couldn't sit still when all he could think of was Heart Attack.

The last Heart Attack, the one right at the edge of the city, the one that was only a street away from Crime Alley and happened to be a forty-five-minute commute for both Wayne Manor and WE, was his last hope.

Out of all of the branches, this one was the least impressive. It was cramped with only three tables, the walls were painted a dark brown, and the light setting was all low.

It was nothing like the bright and spacious atmosphere of the other branches. It was even squished between two large buildings, the narrow doorway making it hard to even see. Tim was sure Bruce had not found this one yet.

When he pushed the door open, he jumped slightly at the chime from the bells on the door. His anxiety had been climbing to ridiculous levels, he needed his coffee.

At the counter, a boy who looked his age glanced up from his red bulky phone. He quickly slipped it into his pocket, giving Tim a friendly, if slightly bored smile. "Can I help you?"

Tim raced towards him, nearly tripping over his own feet. There was a slight note of deranged desperation in his voice as he responded. "Please, I just want a cup of coffee."

The boy nods, pressing a few buttons on his little cheap register. "What kind would you like?"

Tim's heart swelled with hope. "I want a large Blond Expresso Rush and a-"

The boy stops. He looks up slowly at the time, squinting his eyes as if trying to see into Tim's mind. Then, with a slow movement, he reached under the counter to withdraw a very familiar binder.

Tim's eyes burn with unshed tears as the stranger flips through the binder before stopping on a particular page. "I'm sorry, sir, but you are on the Don't Serve Coffee list. I can offer you some tea instead-"

"NO!" Tim yells, causing the employee to jerk back. He knows he must look like a mess, with tears rolling down his face, but he doesn't care. This was his last chance. He can't make it to the branches in Bludhaven or Metropolis, not daily and certainly not without Bruce noticing. " THIS IS THE FIFTH PLACE. BRUCE CAN'T OWN YOU ALL!"

He places his face into his hands and wails. His body is shaking with his sobs, leaning against the counter because he lost all strength to himself up.

The employee stares at him with a strangely understanding expression. "Does this coffee mean that much to you? Is it.... an Obsession for you?"

Tim can only nod because words are hard to push through his cries. The teenager sighs, running a hand through his hair before leaning forward and whispering. "Look, man, I can't give you coffee under the cameras. Meet me in the back alley in twenty minutes, and I'll get you a coffee. Bring Cash."

Tim snaps his head up at once.

"How much? Five hundred, six hundred, or hell, even a thousand? I'll bring whatever you want." He sobbed, knowing he looked sort of pathetic but beyond the point of caring about his dignity.

" Chill, dude, it's a cup of coffee. Three dollars is fine." The other says with a sort of uneasy smile.

"It's not just any coffee! It's my favorite brand, and Bruce bought them out to ensure they wouldn't sell to me anymore!"

The guy holds up his hands. "Okay, okay, this coffee means a lot to you. I get it. Twenty minutes alright?"

Tim stumbles his way outside, reaching for his wallet. He has no cash, but he says an ATM is not too far down the street. He all but runs there and sprints back with a crispy twenties.

He stopped at a local flower store to ask if they would break it for him and was told he needed to buy something first. Not wanting to meet the coffee angel, he picks out a lovely bouquet of lavender roses.

He gets four dollars as his change and races back to the Alley behind Heart Attack. Just in time, too, because the back door opens and out strolls the cashier with a large travel container.

Tim throws the cash and flowers into his hands to rip off the lid and check the inside. It's a Blond Expersso Rush. Even just a sniff has something in him settling. He takes a sip, and all is right with the world for the first time in a while.

"That good?" The boy asks with a slight grin. Tim hums, smiling back as he takes another sip. "I'm glad. Want your flowers back?"

Huh? Oh yeah, he bought those. He shakes his head. "Keep them. Think of it as a thanks for doing this."

"Cool. Never had flowers as a tip before." He jokes, taking a sniff of the roses with a broader grin. "Name's Danny, by the way."

"Tim. Nice to meet you."

"You too."

Tim tips his head back, letting the coffee burn down his throat. It's hot, but that hardly matters. Danny's mouth drops. "Dude, maybe wait for it to not be so hot?"

"I can't." He whines, downing the cup's contents, and only after it's all gone does he realize he forgot to savor it. He throws it over his shoulder in the direction of the trash can. "I don't know when I'll get a chance like this again."

"Don't worry about that. I'll make you more whenever you want. Here, have my number and text me when you're on your way so I can-"

Tim throws himself onto Danny. The other fumbles with the flowers, trying to hold them and Tim simultaneously, but Tim doesn't care. "You are the best person I have ever met! I think I love you!"

The other laughs, patting his hair. "I'm glad. You've been the first to give me flowers, so you're cool, too."

"When do you get off shift? I'll treat you to dinner."

"It's not a big deal, dude."

"I insist!"

"Well if you insist. I just finished, actually. Where do you have in mind?"

Tim leans back to smile at Danny, unaware of the two shadows that leap away from the still-embraced couple. They arrived sometime after Tim finished his cup, unaware he had drunk it since it was lying on the group near the other discarded cups in the trash.

They only saw Tim in the arms of a boy, holding flowers, which represented "Love at First Sight," and the way they heard Tim offer to buy him dinner.

"See B? Tim wasn't buying coffee. He was just meeting his crush!"

"Hmm. Based on what we saw, it's safe to say boyfriend. No one is comfortable with someone unless they have known them for a while."

"I think your right. I wonder when Tim will bring him over to meet the family?"

"Try not to push too much Nightwing. You know T values his privacy."

They both smile at each other knowingly, and even though Bruce suppresses it right away for his Batman persona they don't forget what they saw.

They pretend not to notice every time Tim disappears or that his GPS puts him back in that alley. They'll wait till he's ready to tell them. Besides, the barista seems good to him; Tim is far more energetic and bright these days.

A month goes by like this, where Tim is back to his normal self, no longer needing coffee to be happy. Bruce pats himself ion the back for his plan to help cut him off working so well.

Even though he seems to be texting constantly on his phone.

Neither Dick nor Bruce noticed the narrow eye stare of worry that Jason aimed at Tim whenever he slipped away to meet Danny. He has theories on what is inside those strange containers, but he hasn't gotten close enough to confirm his suspicions yet.

Jason prays he's wrong.

He waits until he knows Tim is gone (he is not. He likes to hide in the cave's shadows to overhear the latest family gossip) before turning to Bruce and Dick.

"Tim's on drugs! I've caught him trading cash for small containers in a shady alley six times. We need an intervention."

Predictably both men freak out.

"What?! I thought that was his boyfriend!" Dick wails, looking over all the pictures of Tim and Danny standing in an alley trading cash, flowers, and containers that Jason took.

"I also thought that was Tim's boyfriend, but if it's a drug dealer, we have to help him," Bruce grunts, eyes hard as he now sees Danny Fenton in a new, less favorable light.

And Tim, who is still hiding in the cave's shadows overhead, can only whisper a heartfelt "shit."

He rips out his phone to text Danny as the rest of the Bats below begin plotting. Thank goodness they don't know what Danny has been giving him exactly. Maybe they can steal Bruce's and Dick's ideas.

Meanwhile, Danny's tiny apartment across the city is starting to appear like a greenhouse with all the flowers Tim has been giving him. His small slip of loving flowers was all Tim needed to hear.

He's taken it as a personal challenge to always have some flowers for Danny as a thank-you for the coffee he made for him.

It was nice. It helped get rid of the boredom his life had developed. He looked forward to Tim's presence. He hadn't had this much fun or clicked as easily with someone since Sam or Tucker.

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear," Danny grins as his phone dings and Tim's picture flashes on his screen.

If anyone asks you're my secret boyfriend who been making me teas in allies

Danny stares at the screen momentarily, before shrugging and texting back a confirmation. "Who the hell would believe that? But I've had a boring week, so yeah, I'm down to be a pretend boyfriend."

He's never met any of Tim's family, but he doesn't think they will be too hard to fool.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Alley Boyfrinds #Part 1? #Does the chat considered the first part? #misunderstandings #fake relationship #Danny was bored and this guy who looked to be on crack for coffee is funny #Tim was not aware of the flowers meaning. Neither is Danny #Everyone playing chess while Tim is trying to figure out thumb wrestling #Danny is not aware that Tim is a Wayne

[fxrmuladaydreams]

monaco kisses (cl16 + cs55)

charles x reader x carlos (poly relationship)

request: I saw ur request were open n didn't know you did poly charlos but was wondering if you could write something where the reader is like the media person for Ferrari and both drivers like the reader but they are also secretly dating so the reader likes them both, but then realizes they are dating and gets super embarrassed for thinking they misread the situation and then starts avoiding them so one day the two drivers confront the reader only for like them all to confess 👀 idk. Change the idea however you like I just want some charlos fics to read ngl.

word count: 2705

notes: this took longer than i thought it was going to to write 😅 but i loved writing it. i hope the ending is okay, i was struggling with it

“You have to be devilishly handsome to drive for Ferrari.” Truer words have never been spoken. You thought to yourself.

Sure, you were attracted to both men. Who wasn’t? There was Charles Leclerc, possibly the biggest heartthrob in Formula One, he had hordes of girls wrapped around his finger. Then there was Carlos Sainz, equally as handsome, and possibly twice as charming.

Working as a part of Ferrari’s social media team meant that you were going to work closely with both men. You were around them not only while they were working, trying to get some good content of them in their cars over the season, but also with them to film Ferrari’s silly little challenge videos and vlogs.

You hadn’t expected much of a relationship to grow between you and either of them, knowing that you absolutely had to keep things 100% professional. It was already hard enough being a woman working in motorsport, you didn’t need anyone from the media claiming you were chasing after the boys as well.

While you were content to just do your job and go home every weekend, both boys seemed to have made it their mission to get you to open up to them. What had begun as a completely professional working relationship had quickly become a close friendship.

It started off with carpools to the track. One of the boys would drive while you sat in the passenger seat, the other seated in the center seat in the back, so they could still be a part of the conversation. They’d walk through the paddock with you between them, practically shoulder to shoulder. Your little line of Ferrari red was hard to miss by fans and other media personnel. Then you ended up sharing meals together, not only at work, but also in your hotel rooms. You’d sit huddled up on the floor, takeout boxes in front of you as they giggled, making you promise not to tell their dieticians and trainers.

Life was good with the Ferrari boys, with your boys. So good, that they both made faces at the prospect of spending time away from each other during the short break of the season. You’re not sure who suggested it, it was probably just a passing comment, but that didn’t stop them from deciding you would all stay in Monaco, in Charles’ home over the break. He complained that he wanted to see his family, and his pouting only intensified when you told him he should go back to Monaco alone.

You flew back to your own home alone to pack some things to bring to Monaco, then flew back to meet the boys there. Carlos met you at the airport, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against his chest.

“You just saw me a few days ago!” You tell him, speaking into the fabric of his sweater.

“A few days too long mi amor.” He says grinning.

You flush at his words, as you always did. Carlos always tended to be affectionate, you assumed that was just who he was.

He drives you back to Charles’ apartment, through the winding Monaco streets. You keep the windows down, letting the cool breeze flow through the car. You glance over at the Spanish Ferrari driver. Even with windswept hair he still looks perfect.

He insists on taking your things inside the apartment, even if he struggles to carry your suitcases and bag all in one go, resulting in laughter from you and a sweet smile from him.

Charles is quick to greet the both of you when you come in. He briefly hugs Carlos, then wraps you up in a tight hug. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. He takes your hand and pulls you through the apartment, naming off different rooms as you pass them. He brings you to a guest room, letting you know this is where you’ll stay. You thank him, then turn to see Carlos with your bags, resembling a sort of pack mule. You laugh as you take them from him, thanking him as well.

The boys leave you alone to unpack. You sit down on the bed and take in the quiet around you. Sunlight streams in through the sheer curtains on the window. If you look outside you can see the sea and the boats at the dock. You can hear Charles and Carlos talking, their voices muffled by the door between you. You smile to yourself, excited to spend this time with the boys.

The break is a dream. Your days are spent exploring Monaco and your nights are spent on the couch, a Ferrari driver on each side of you, watching whatever movie one of them had suggested.

Things had started to become a little more than platonic somewhere around the middle of the break. Charles, the energetic of the two, had convinced you to go out shopping with him after a long night at a club he’d dragged the both of you to. Carlos waved him off, opting to sleep off the headache he could feel from the previous night.

You walked down various streets with him, his hand brushing up against yours occasionally. He pulled you into any store he caught you looking in the window of, and grabbed any items you showed an ounce of interest in, holding his card out to the cashiers.

You told him not to every time he did it, to which he simply laughed and shook his head.

He brought you to a small cafe he claimed served the best coffee and tea. You sat down together at a small outdoor table. He looked so perfect, so put together. His white linen shirt had a few buttons undone at the top. His dark hair was a bit messy, but in an “it looks like this on purpose” way. His dark sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose, hiding those green eyes anyone could drown in.

You sat next to him, chatting about everything and nothing. You try to keep your breaths even when his hand softly rests over yours.

“This has been fun mon chéri. I’m glad you came to Monaco.” He says softly.

You can’t tell where he’s looking, but the small tilt of his chin suggests he’s leaning in. You follow his lead, slowly leaning closer towards him. You close your eyes, ready to feel his lips press against yours. Instead you feel a sudden splash on your lap.

You gasp and look down, your drinks now cover your lap, their cups lay empty on the ground.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, are you alright?” Charles pulls the sunglasses off his face, tossing them on the table and grabs handfuls of napkins. His hands hover, as if he’s afraid to make things worse.

You can see the worry fill his eyes as his mouth moves but no words come out.

“It’s okay, I’m alright.” You laugh softly, taking the napkins from his hands.

“I knocked them off the table when I…” he gestures with his hands. Then he glances down at the sundress you’d decided to wear, the soft baby blue fabric now stained brown. “I’ll buy you a new dress-”

“No you will not! You’ve already spent too much money on me. I can live without one dress, Charles.”

He gives you an unconvincing nod, turning away from you and sighing. He runs a hand down his face, still clearly beating himself up about it. You take his hand in yours, pulling his attention back to you.

“I’m fine, seriously Charles, everything is okay.”

The almost-kiss isn’t brought up again. Charles acts as if it never happened, as if nothing’s changed between the two of you. You let yourself forget that it happened one night while cooking with Carlos. The two of you stand in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the three of you, Charles having gone out to pick a few things up from the store after receiving a strict ban from being in his own kitchen from Carlos.

You attempt to reach for something Carlos asked you to get for him, staring up at where it sits on the top shelf. You stand on your tiptoes, stretching your arm up to reach it to no avail. You huff when you let your arm fall back to your side. You’re ready to try again when you feel him behind you.

His hand presses against your waist as you feel his chest against your back. You can see his other arm reaching up for what you were trying to grab. You can’t tear your eyes away from his arm above you, the muscle flexing as he stretches it.

He pulls away as soon as he’s got what he needed in his hand, stepping away from you, chuckling to himself.

“Couldn’t quite reach it?”

You scoff and lightly push on his chest. “Oh please, it’s not like you’re that tall.”

“Taller than you mi amor.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes and move to step away from him, but don’t get too far before he pulls you back to him. His hands rest on your hips, holding you between him and the cabinets behind you.

You look up into his big brown eyes, and realize just how close you are. His hair falls down over his forehead as he looks down at you. You swear you catch his eyes glance down at your lips for a millisecond.

You rest your hands against his chest, feeling the firm muscles under your palms. He tilts his head towards yours, but hesitates, as if he’s giving you the chance to pull away from him.

You want to kiss him, you know you do. You tilt your head up, letting your arms travel up to wrap around him. You can feel his breath fan over your face, his lips nearly grazing yours, when his phone starts ringing.

The sudden noise tears you apart from each other, both of you jumping a little, then rushing to pull away. You keep your eyes locked on the ground as Carlos reaches for his phone.

“Hello?” He gives you an apologetic look, then leaves to a separate room, closing the door behind him.

You spend the next few days trying to avoid both men, clearly being alone with them was dangerous, and you felt terrible knowing you had almost kissed them both in the span of a few days. You knew it was completely unprofessional and unfair to both of them. You could lose your job if anyone found out, and you couldn’t possibly even begin to think about what would become of you.

They both clocked your attempts at distancing yourself from them almost immediately. They left you alone for a few days, giving you time to yourself, hoping that you would open back up to them with some time.

While they had wanted to let you take as much time as you needed, their patience was wearing thin. They were starting to become ansty, nervous that their actions made you uncomfortable. They decided that the best way to fix things would be to just talk. They stood outside the door to the room you’d been staying in. Carlos gave Charles a small nod, then the Monégasque softly knocked on your door.

The door cracked open, your head peeking out to see both men standing there.

“Can we talk?” Charles asks, then his eyes travel behind you. You’ve got your suitcases sitting on the bed, open, with your clothes haphazardly shoved inside them. “What’s going on? You’re leaving?” He asks, gently pushing past you into the room.

Carlos follows him, looking back and forth between your bags and you. “Y/n, please, let’s talk.” He says, reaching out for your hand.

You cross your arms over your chest. “We should talk, yes.” You take a deep breath, then sit down on the edge of the bed. “I… I think it’s best if I go back home.”

“No.” Charles shakes his head.

Carlos puts a hand on his shoulder, then asks “Why?”

You can’t seem to look at either when you answer. “I almost kissed you. Both of you. And I’m sorry. I know that was wrong, on so many levels.” You feel your eyes begin to water. “I love working for Ferrari, and I love working in Formula One, and I love-” you stop and shake your head. “I don’t want to do anything to risk that.”

“That is complete bullshit!” Charles exclaims.

“Charles-” Carlos tries to stop him from continuing but Charles ignores him.

“No! She doesn’t get to decide what happens between us on her own!” He says to Carlos, then he looks back at you. “I will not allow you to just leave us and pretend nothing happened.”

“It has to be that way.” You shake your head. “There is no way to make this work.”

“Be with us.” The words come tumbling out of Charles’ mouth. Carlos closes his eyes and sighs, turning away.

“What?”

“Be with us!” Charles drops to his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“I don’t understand…”

“This isn’t exactly how we wanted to do this.” Carlos says, giving a pointed look to Charles, a look that goes completely ignored. “Yes, you almost kissed both of us, and yes we knew about it.”

“And you weren’t mad?” You ask, looking between both men.

“Of course not mon ange.” Charles shakes his head. “We wanted to kiss you.”

You give him a confused look.

“What Charles is poorly trying to tell you is that we both have feelings for you.” He waits for your response but continues when you give him none. He takes a deep breath, then explains. “Charles and I have been dating for a while now, in secret. No one knows, not anyone from the team, not even our friends and family.”

“So you two are-”

“Boyfriends.” Charles finishes for you. “But then we met you. And it was a bit rocky at first. We both liked you but didn’t want to tell the other. We got in a fight about it, then realized maybe our relationship was missing something, or someone…”

“Oh…” You let the information sink into your mind. “So this whole time you were both interested in me?”

“Yes.” Charles nods.

Carlos sits down next to you, making sure to leave a little bit of space between you. “Look, we know it’s a lot. And you don’t need to make any decisions right now. We don’t want you to be uncomfortable or scared.”

Charles gets up off the floor, taking a seat on the other side of you. “We care very much about you, and we’ll respect whatever you decide to do.”

You know this is a big decision, that jumping into a relationship with two men, two men that you work with is something that should take some thought. But even just sitting here trying to think about it, all you see in your mind is the time you’ve already spent together. The race weekends where you crowd into one of their driver’s rooms. This break where you’re practically in paradise, spending time with the two of them. Your life has been filled with light and joy ever since you joined Ferrari, and you’re starting to doubt it was being a part of the team that’s made it so.

You take one of their hands in yours, and look back and forth between the two of them. “I don’t need any time to make my decision. I want to stay here with both of you, I want to be with you.”

They both grin. Charles wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side, while Carlos squeezes your hand.

“Can I kiss you mon chéri?” He asks.

“Hey! Why do you get to kiss her first?” Carlos exclaims before you can answer.

“Because I was going to kiss her first anyway!”

“You spilled tea all over her lap!”

“Well I wouldn’t have let a phone call interrupt us!”

You smile as you let the boys bicker, already excited to be a part of this relationship.

#charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #poly charlos x reader #formula one x reader

[feistyfreaks]

that recent miguel fic was so hot omg now I want to request one 😳. Imagine dbf!miguel sexting us while away at a business trip or while reader is out with friends or something (..or even over the dinner table while out with our dad.. maybe..) he’d definitely be writing the most poetic, romantic yet filthy and disgusting texts ever, like ones you’d have to take breaks after each sentence because oh my god..

& with his ancient ass hed most likely send nudes via email as well 😔 but we’ll eat it up every time!

HIDDEN CONNECTIONS ┈ ! ✶

₊❏❜ content⋮ dbf!miguel x f!reader. huge age gap. readers aged up (18+). dirty talk. sexting. porn w not much of a plot.

note⋮ i love reading through these requests, i love y’all so much 😭!! yet again, sorry for the wait, procrastination has been eating me alive lol. but without further a do, i hope you enjoy 🙈.

dividers by @cafekitsune.

you sighed, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear as you browsed through the websites catalog, eyeing all sorts of styles. you wanted to up your relationship with miguel and try something new, so you decided to go lingerie shopping.

you scrolled through the petite section, bored out of your mind as you tried to look for something interesting and more erotical. you took a glimpse at the time, noticing that it was past midnight.

you raised a brow, "already? could've sworn it was eight a few minutes ago." you murmured to yourself as you glanced back at your screen, a baby pink set stood out to you and your eyes lit up, clicking on the link without hesitation.

the price was pretty expensive, but you marked it into your cart - just then a notification from gmail appeared at the bottom right of your screen.

it was from miguel.

miguel was your dads best friend, and you grew smitten by his charm growing up. at first you believed that it was a silly little crush that you’ll eventually get over, but that never happened.. instead your relationship with him began developing throughout your young adult years.

you sensed the irresistible tension and you started to question what the two of you were, and your question was answered when one thing led to another, both your clothes being discarded as things became heated in such a short amount of time.

but you struggled with your feelings, torn between your blossoming desires for miguel and the guilt associated with betraying your father's trust; but the age difference between the two of you only added a sense of excitement to your relationship, and both of you fell into the temptation of your desires, initiating an intimate connection, and that’s how you two got yourselves into a secret affair.

as you opened the email, the subject line immediately caught your eye. 'mi luz,' it read. miguel was about twice your age, and for some reason he always stuck to emailing no matter how many times you taught him how to regularly text — he believed emailing was better because they were more formal and easier to navigate.

you quickly opened the email and giggled, “esa linda sonrisa tuya ilumina mi día, y esos ojos tuyos iluminan mis noches."

a small grin curved upwards onto your glossed lips, it sounded kind of corny but you strove to decipher the meaning and intent behind each word. your hands flew across the keyboard as you quickly replied. “pfftt, you’re flattering me miguel. what’re you even doing up so late?” you pressed on send, and not long after you received a new notification.

“i’ve been thinking about you, i miss you. n' what's your excuse for being up so late hm? it's past your bed time nena.”

you could sense his teasing tone over the damn screen, and you couldn’t wipe off that cheeky grin of your face. your fingers hovered over the keyboard, you wanted to keep it a surprise, but the excitement got a hold of you first.

"well.. i was online shopping.. and came across this, what do you think of it?" you messaged along with the picture of the lingerie attached.

you waited eagerly for his response, like a puppy wanting to receive validation from its owner. maybe you should've waited, but you couldn't keep surprises a secret.

"why? are you planning on seducing me with that little outfit, chiquitita?”

a mischievous grin plastered onto your face reading his reply.

“maybe, maybe not, but you didn’t answer my question. do you like it? y'know, easy access.”

“the lace is pretty. yea i like it, and you're right. it does have such easy access. i’d love to see you in that.”

you chuckled, switched tabs and clicked on the checkout option. you filed in the credit card information along with the address, admitting the final 'confirm payment’ button.

“well you’re in for a surprise when you get back from your trip mister." you typed, "how much longer do i have to wait until i get to see you, you know i don't like waiting, i really miss you.”

“aww, getting needy aren’t we? i’ll be back home around this week darling. can’t wait to see you all dressed up for me. i’m looking forward to splitting those pretty legs of yours open and play with that pretty pussy until your soaking wet on my fingers.” he wrote back as you overlapped your legs to feel your clit pulse in your panties.

“i really miss you mig. just want you to sink your fingers into my hole and tell me how much of a good girl i am. i need you to come home n’ fill me up, fuck me into this damn mattress.”

“i want to come home just as badly as you want me to, but we both know that this business trip is important. but i promise you that i’ll bully my cock into your weeping pussy and fuck my cum into your tummy.”

your heart raced and you squeezed your legs tighter as you read email, as you and miguel continue your fiery exchanges, the emails become more explicit.

his filthy words made you palpitate, and he never failed to noticeably make an impact on you, you always found yourself drenching your undies. “fuck yes. use me, want you to pound your cock into me, m so wet at the thought.”

“yea? que putita eres mi amor, show me how much of a slut you are, show me how wet you get from telling you how good i’ll fuck you chiquitita.”

you sat up eagerly, slipping your sleeping shorts down to your thighs as you clicked on the small camera icon. slowly but lewdly you spread your legs, your hand came down to rub at the wet patch on your panties. your cursor hovered over the white button as it snapped the photo, and with another click you hit send.

your grew hot and impatient as you began pressing on the sticky nub over the drenched fabric. it was ridiculous how you were sexting using via email, but it only served to make you beyond hornier with the new adjustment.

“shit baby, look at how you’re fucking dripping. why don’t you go and hump your pillow, yea? tease your little cunnie for me, wanna see your cute pussy wetting the bed. i just know you’ll be letting out the most cutest noises while thinking of how i’ll fucking ruin you when i get back.”

heat raced through you and towards your core, you had to pause to take a deep breath.

holy shit.

you felt your cheeks go hot, and you reached for the pillow as you happily obliged, eagerly kicking off your panties and thighs cradling the soft silk as you settled your warmth into the pillows edge.

you let a soft moan feeling your clit pulse again. you bunched up your blanket and placed it underneath your abdomen as you leaned forward, stomach pressed up onto the bed sheets and the comfort of your blanket.

your page refreshes and your met with another email from miguel, this time there was a few images attached to his message.

you opened it and you feel your cunt clench around nothing. his belt was undone and you could visibly see the pink leaky tip sticking out of the confinements of his boxers, the second image displayed the underside of his fat girth and you felt yourself beginning to drool, the third photo portrayed his thumb rubbing on his slit as a string of his arousal stuck onto on his thumb, showing you just how sticky he was and the caption overall made you bite your lip.

“gonna put you on all fours, y te voy a poner al reves, te veras tan rica mientras te lo hago por detrás.”

you slowly roll your hips, your slick dampening the fabric and you effortlessly slide against the cushion. you moaned, tilting your head to the side and drifting deeper in thought. you start to think of him atop of you, his body fervid against yours, his heated lips attached to yours, his pelvis snug into yours as his cock splits you open — your hips hump the pillow faster and you whine out in euphoria.

your thighs tensed around the soft pillow and you feel your pussy practically flutter. with another rough roll of your hips you stutter, clit pulsing as you gush onto the bed sheets.

#ff⋆reqs 🧁 #ff⋆inbox 📬 #hornyhour #feistyfreaks #dbf!miguel #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #smutmas 2023 #xmas #kinkmas

[pimosworld]

Show me your teeth

Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

Summary-You want Miguel to bite you during sex.(that’s it that’s all.)

CW-18+MDNI,NSFW,angst,comfort,fluff,kissing,establishedrelationship,consent,biting,smut,unprotected piv,piv cream pie,softdom Miguel.

A/N- I haven’t heard show me your teeth by Lady Gaga in years and then it came on the radio twice after I saw the movie so that inspired this shameless smut. Thank you @melodygatesauthor for answering my question about his fangs paralyzing (she’s like,just don’t have them paralyze 😂).

WK-1.2k

Not beta read

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He’s pacing around the room fidgeting with his hands and you almost feel bad for even asking. He definitely was not shy in the bedroom but you may have crossed a line. 

  “Please baby.” You 're not above begging and you know it’s his weakness. 

  “Just this once.” The finality in his tone isn’t questioned-usually.

  “Mhmm.” 

  “What do you mean Mhmm, I said I’ll do it just this once.” He’s completely stopped pacing and is now glaring at you with his arms crossed. The expanse of his broad shoulders and bulging biceps has you momentarily distracted. You would think he would’ve caught on by now that you get turned on when he’s mad. 

  “Well…what if I like it or you like it and we want to do it again? I don’t want to say just this once,just in case.” You’re suddenly noticing patterns in your carpet you've never seen before because you refuse to lift your eyes and meet his intensity. 

  He lets out a deep sigh and runs his hand through his hair. "Fine, but we need to establish some boundaries and make sure we're both comfortable with it." You nod in agreement, relieved that he's willing to compromise. "I just don't want to hurt you," he repeats, his voice softer this time.

  “You have to tell me to stop if it’s too much…because I won’t be able to.” You nod your head in agreement. 

  You stand up and walk over to him, placing a hand on his chest. "I trust you," you say, looking up at him with a small smile. "And I know you would never intentionally hurt me." He leans down and kisses you gently, his hands resting on your hips. 

He stands back and takes off his clothes slowly, the muscles in his chest and arms flexing with each movement. He grins as he notices you staring at him. 

  “Like what you see hermosa?” He asks teasingly 

  You can’t help but smile back feeling a rush of excitement coursing through your body. 

  “desnudate y siéntate en mi regazo.”(undress and sit on my lap.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you're ready for this level of intensity, but the look in his eyes tells you that he won't take no for an answer.

You slowly begin to undress, feeling his gaze on you the entire time. Once you're completely naked, you walk over to him and straddle his lap, feeling his hard cock pressing against your ass. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, and you can feel his hot breath on your neck.

"Good girl," he whispers, his hands roaming over your body. "You look so fucking sexy like this."

You moan softly, feeling your arousal growing with each passing moment. He begins to kiss and nibble on your neck, his hands squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. You gasp and arch your back, pressing your ass harder against his cock.

 "Please," you beg, needing more. "I need you."

 He leans in and bites your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You moan in pleasure, feeling the heat between your legs grow. He pulls back and looks at you, his eyes dark with desire. 

  "Are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

You nod, unable to form words as the desire consumes you. He leans in again, biting down harder this time. You cry out, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure. He continues to bite and suck on your neck, leaving marks that you know will last for days. He licks and soothes it with his tongue and your arousal is slowly dripping onto the couch below. 

He moves to the other side of your neck and sinks in, the low whimpers of his name and the tears streaming down your face spur him on-he will definitely want to do this again.

 You can feel his cock twitch against your back steadily leaking precum, his resolve quickly fading as he’s consumed by the feel of your plush skin on his fangs. 

 “Miguel please.” Your voice barely above a whisper. 

  He chuckles darkly, his fingers trailing down your stomach and slipping between your legs. "You're so wet," he murmurs, rubbing your clit in slow circles.

“Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," you moan, grinding against his hand.

 "Please, fuck me."

He stands up, still holding you tightly, and carries you over to the bed. His strength shouldn’t shock you but it does every time. You know he could destroy you if he wanted too but he always takes his time. 

He lays you down and climbs on top of you, gripping the base of his thick cock with his hand as he slowly drags it through your slit. 

  "Are you ready?" he asks, looking into your eyes.

  "Yes," you whisper, and he slowly begins to push inside you. The feeling of him filling you up is almost too much to bear, and you moan loudly,wrapping your legs around his waist.

  “Paciencia amor se que puedes tomar lo que te doy.”( patience love,I know you can take what I give you.) 

  He whispers in your ear as he begins to thrust in and out of you. He’s stretching and filling you completely as your back arches off the bed. He’s holding you like a life line as he grunts and moans above you. 

  “Fuck you look so pretty falling apart in my cock.”

  He picks up the pace hitting something harder and deeper inside. His senses are heightened and he knows you’re getting close. Being the tease that he is he slows down-you know he wants you to beg for it.

  “Please don’t stop Miguel…I'm so close.” 

  “What do you say when you want to come preciosa?” He growls into your ear as he grips your hips tighter, fighting off his release. 

  “Please papí…” He didn’t let you finish as he sank his teeth into your breast, your climax shooting up your spine as your body shakes beneath him. You can still feel him grinding his thick cock through your swollen cunt as he chases his release. Your body is overwrought but his stamina would have him going for hours. 

  He comes with a shout as he spills himself inside you groaning into your neck. He shushes your soft whimpers with his mouth as he places pepper light kisses on you. 

  “You did so good for me…always so good to me.”

  He knows you can’t bear the full weight of him as he tries not to collapse into you. You pull him closer loving the grounding feel of his body against yours as you both come down trying to catch your breath. 

  As you drift off to sleep you know you’ll have fun explaining those marks tomorrow. 

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #oscar isaac #miguel o’hara x you #into the spider verse #miguel o’hara x fem!reader

[svthub]

welcome to the disco! choose your partner for a whirl around the dance floor to the grooviest tracks today. get funky as you boogie the night away.

This collab will contain a combination of SFW and NSFW works. See each individual fic for tags and warnings.

Join the 70s;teen taglist!

dancing queen ~*~ @duhnova

[NSFW] smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst ~*~ disco club owner!choi seungcheol x performer!reader (fem)

the stage is where you felt the most comfortable, letting go and singing for everyone that would sit and listen. but it was hard making a living in america, every corner you turned there was trouble waiting for you because you were too comfortable with your sexuality for the public’s liking. so when you stepped off the ship that took you to your new life in paris, you were surprised to collide with a disco club owner who was in a similar boat as you.

every summertime ~*~ @lovelyhan

[NSFW] smut ~*~ jeonghan x reader

you're not really interested in the run-down record shop back in your hometown. but people aren't oblivious to the way you keep trying to get into the owner's pants—not even the owner himself.

curse the stars ~*~ @shuadotcom

[NSFW] smut, fluff, strangers to lovers au, 70s au~*~ salesman!joshua x starlet afab!reader

meeting someone at the disco to take home for the night is customary for you, especially in your line of work. but meeting this man on this night at this disco feels more like fate as joshua becomes much more than just your routine one night stand.

do re mi ~*~ @onlymingyus

[NSFW] fluff, smut~*~ junhui x wife!reader

synopsis: you were from different worlds. he was responsible, frugal, and sensible. you were a child of the times, a free spirit. the house had problems and it was small, but at the end of the day it was home…you were home.

with the band ~*~ @the-boy-meets-evil

[NSFW] band!au, smut, angst ~*~ drummer!soonyoung x journalist!reader (afab)

you’re fresh out of college with big dreams about changing the world with your words on a page. the last thing you expect is to end up covering a tour and you certainly don’t expect to fight falling for the drummer. what happens on tour, stays on tour, right?

rogue ~*~ @smileysuh

[NSFW] strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut ~*~ wonwoo x afab reader

“lay back,” he instructs next. “I’m going to take your panties off.” your heart races in your chest as you realize what he’s about to do, and you fall onto your elbows on the hood of his car, breathing heavily as wonwoo leans down and begins to press kisses up your bare legs. his fingers hook in your panties, and he drags them down, exposing your hot core to the cool evening air. You can’t help the gasp that leaves you, and as wonwoo positions your thighs over his broad shoulders, you think you might actually faint from the tension.

all about that bass ~*~ @angelwoozi

[NSFW] fluff, smut, band!au, neighbour au ~*~ bassist!jihoon x reader (afab)

the first time you meet your neighbour, it's when he is rolling up to his driveway for the first time, the cheapest skates with him. after that, you always try to get a peek of him when you hear his door slam, because oh my my he is so cute. little did you know that your cute neighbour can also work a crowd like he owns it, all with his bass and his presence.

manhattan sunrise ~*~ @seokgyuu

[NSFW] detective!au, criminal minds! au, crime, exes to lovers, angst, smut ~*~ detective!seokmin x fbiagent!reader

lee seokmin is a very successful and admired detective in the NYPD. pp until now he has had no trouble catching the bad guys. but when an especially horrific serial killer starts roaming the streets of new york city and he faces perplexity for the first time in his career - his superiors send a unit from the FBI trained to profile serial killers, which contains none other than you - seokmin’s high school sweetheart.

tight laced ~*~ @drunk-on-dk

[NSFW] fluff, smut, roller rink au ~*~ shop clerk!mingyu x afab!reader

it was kim mingyu who sold you your first pair of roller skates. regardless of the fact you were born with two left feet, a tired student, and were running low on funds, the charming clerk somehow convinced you it would be worth every penny. maybe it would be worth it to join your friends for midnight skates rather than being cooped up studying on weekends. however, the main selling point? skating lessons were included

darling i’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream • @dkakapizzaboy

[NSFW] crime, mystery, suggestive ~*~ conman! minghao x fem! reader

minghao has had a pretty easy life…partly due to his sharp looks, but mostly due to his even sharper mind. his day job, you ask? oh, just your average little joe conning wealthy women out of thousands of dollars …until he meets you.

aretha franklin and otis redding ~*~ @wonwussy

[SFW] angst, fluff ~*~ seungkwan

your brother had been labeled mia soon after he left for the war. three years later, the war has ended, and you know he's not coming home. maybe this stranger can help you find a little peace.

remember when ~*~ @multi-kpop-fanfics

[NSFW] fluff, comedy, angst, suggestive, childhood friends to lovers to exes to friends ~*~ vernon x fem!reader

growing up in the suburbs of athens during the seventies was turbulent to say the least - but is it turbulent enough to break the backyard trio friendship? only time could tell.

mood rings, drive thru theaters, and the latest issue of tiger beat ~*~ @bitchlessdino

[NSFW] angst, smut, fluff ~*~ lee chan x college student!reader (afab)

when you fall in love, it can feel like you’ll be with that person forever, that there isn’t another being in the world you rather be with. This case is just as heavy in your youth, tutoring a boy you’ve only ever walked circles around, while you wear a mood ring from his parents souvenir shop so you could feel closer to him. When it happens, you don’t expect things to crash harder than the way they do.

#svthub #svthub.collab #70s;teen #svthub: masterlist

[dalkyeom]

you can just think it easily like do-re-mi | 95z w/ doremi line

for Ursa (@thepixelelf ) I couldn’t resist drawing for ah! Love after reading it prolly 700 times the past week or so! It’s so cute and light and I giggle every time doremi line does absolute kid things!

#seventeen #yoon jeonghan #scoups #joshua hong #vernon chwe #lee chan #boo seungkwan #choi seungcheol #dino #svt dino #svt #seventeen fanart #aka chia attemps to draw kids and it probably needs more studying #my art

[pray4byron]

PH MI GOSH ✨️ANON HERE I GOT ANOTHER IDEA (

So angel Is a performer, right?

So imagine, huskerdust meeting and slowly getting to know reader,, who also works under the vees but as a live theater actor.

Maybe huskerdust might have a crush, maybe not (depends if your ok with poly)

And he recently got cast as a character, and is panicking and angel offers to help, and husk watches, just so happy and affectionately by seeing the people he's closest to have fun in something their both good at

And they go to readers show, where he plays JD from Heather's (like Jamie muscatos ver.) And it's just fluff and maybe some hurt comfort when reader worries on opening night

(Also a one-shot idea but if u don't do those it's entirely ok)

Have fun, take breaks and don't forget to do the do!! Have a goody good :))

HELLOOO ✨ ANON MY LITTLE RAINBOW OF LOVE !! this is actually so cute, and the fact that reader is jd is even better, i haven’t watched heathers in a hot minute so i hope this is good!!

Warnings: Swear Words, Use of the F-Slur, Based loosely off of Heathers the Musical

“Meant to Be Yours”

Husk x MT!Performer!Reader x Angel

You paced your hotel room that was shared between you and your boyfriends, waiting for an email on casting results for the most recent show you auditioned for.

“Sugar, you did great, there’s no way they ain’t casting you, relax.” Angel said, with a sleeping and purring Husk in his arms, his face shoved in his fluff.

Before you could comment your phone dinged, you went to swipe up on it, before realizing it was the cast list. “Fuck!” You yelped, nearly dropping your phone.

Husk groaned, he had been woken up, shoving his face further into Angel’s poof, as your other boyfriend chuckled.

“Well, open it, what ‘re we waitin’ for?” Angel said, quite eager to see the results, being quite the big fan of Heathers himself.

You scrolled for a bit before yelling out a loud scream, “I GOT THE PART!”

“Fuck yeah, baby!” Angel cheered, tossing his arms up in the air.

A monotone, ‘Woo…’ came from Husks lips as he attempted once more to drift off to sleep, he cared, it’s just he was hungover and tired, what’d ya expect?

“Hey Ram, doesn’t the cafeteria have a no fags allowed rule?” Angel quoted from your script.

“…Line.” You muttered embarrassedly.

“They seem to have an open-” Before Angel could finish, he was cut off.

“Ohh!” You said in realization. “They seem to have an open door policy for assholes, though.” You recited, getting back into character almost instantly.

The both of you went on as Angel helped you practice and memorize your lines. But little did the two of you know, that your cat boyfriend who watched from afar, spent the whole time recording you guys out of sight…

After hearing you run lines and songs for almost three months straight, Husk and Angel definitely got them stuck in their heads.

You would hear Husk humming to ‘Freeze your Brain’ while he worked at the bar, and you would hear Angel banging out to ‘Our Love is God’ while in the shower.

You would’ve never expected them to be so supportive of this, but nonetheless your over the moon, theater was your life both on Earth and in Hell, so you’re glad your boyfriends seemed to enjoy it.

Opening night came sooner than you wanted it to, you were gonna miss the cast you grew to love, but more importantly…you were nervous. You had never performed infront of your boyfriends before and you didn’t want them to think you were bad by any means.

You sat in the mirror, doing your makeup to get ready to go to the theater, you could feel your hands shaking from what felt like every emotion known to man.

“You okay, sweetheart?” You heard a rough voice speak from the doorway, you could see him in your mirror, Husk.

“Yeah…” You say, setting down your concealer, “Just uh, nervous, for tonight.”

“Hey.” Husk says, approaching you, his paw resting on your shoulder. “No matter how it goes, you��ll do great, and me and Ange will be supporting from the sides.”

“I guess so, but what if you guys think I’m bad?” You say, looking at Husk through the mirror.

“Hon, we’ve watched you rehearse for this, we’ve seen you go over your lines, we’ve heard you sing your songs, which by the way, are stuck in my fuckin’ head thanks to you, mister. All three of us know just how good you are, and tonight is just an opportunity to show all of Hell how great our boyfriend is.” Husk said, chuckling slightly, ruffling your hair.

You turn to face him, and hug him while still sitting down, “Thank you, baby.” You mutter.

“Of course, Doll.”

#hazbin hotel #mio’s writing ! ☆ #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #reqs open #huskerdust #huskerdust x reader #husk x reader x angel dust #angel dust x reader x husk #hazbin husker #hazbin hotel husker #husker hazbin hotel #husk x reader #husk hazbin hotel #husker #husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #husker x reader #angel dust x husk #angel dust x y/n #angel dust x you #angel dust x reader #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel x reader #angel dust #✨ anon #greeny ! ☆

[firesidetextiles]

Found 4 last (mis)prints of the ufo design, so I stitched up another one for either a wall hanging or another patch. The light beams are fun for back stitching!

I redid the art for this design a little bit ago to make it bigger for the glow-in-the-dark sticker version and I also wanted to re-stock the embroidery design with a full color variation. The original hand print above was for 4-inch hoops, but I'm thinking of making the new one for a 6-inch hoop. Do you have a preference size-wise when stitching?

[ID: A very closeup snap shot of a embroidery art piece featuring a small silver ufo lifting up a silver and spotted cow on a black fabric background and surrounded by a moon and stars in matching silver. The light beam coming down from the bottom of the ship and surrounding the cow in a loose cone shape is completely filled in with vertical lines of embroidery thread that shifts across throughout the back stitching from light yellow to bright yellow to a bright green-yellow. The stitching continues where there are lights in the ship with little colonial knots along the disc's side. End.]

#modern embroidery #embroidery #hand stitching #hand stitched #stitchcraft #stitch craft #craftblr

[zer0pm]

Imagine Luis working another late night in the lab. Missing him dearly, you decide to surprise him.

Shout out to @fortune-fool02 for not only the idea but being an inspiration to the Luis Serra/RE fandom~

“Lo siento, mi amor. I won’t be able to join you tonight for dinner… again.”

A knowing frown forms on your face. It was a good thing that Luis couldn’t see you over the phone, it wouldn’t do to make him feel even more guilty than he already does with just your expression. All the more reason for you to pick up the pace in your stride.

“Saddler’s really making you work, huh?” you tried to alleviate the evident guilt in his voice by subtly reminding him why his work is so important.

Luis takes the bait with a tired sigh, “Any weaknesses I can uncover studying these… parasites- is another step towards a cure.”

You pointedly add, “And that cure can save a lot of lives.”

He pauses, considering his next words carefully. “¿Estás enfadada conmigo?” he gently asks.

A small chuckle bubbles softly inside you at how innocent and wary he sounded, like a child ready with an apology if he were to be duly scolded.

As reassuring as you can muster, you answer, “No, babe. I’m not mad. What you’re doing- it’s very important.”

“You’re very important, my love.” he stresses, “More important to me than anything in the world.” The way he says things like this without a single stutter always makes your heart quicken.

The two of you have had this discussion many times. Since his recruitment, Luis has been buried in work researching the plaga that has been infecting the locals. He wanted to do some real good with his knowledge and skills, starting with the people from the village where he was born and raised. It was worse off than either of you could have imagined and Luis spent most of his nights lately in the lab.

He would call you every time to keep you posted of his progress, ask how your day went, and engage in small chatter- always including with him telling you how much he loves you and that he can’t wait to see your face. Then he would report after that he will be home much later than he planned. You wouldn’t see him again until the next morning when you are awake and wrapped snug in his arms.

Luis is always sound asleep by the time and even though he looked peaceful, you’ve seen by the heavy bags under his closed eyes how truly drained he’s been. It is those times that you’d wish that you could stay in bed and simply be with him, be there for him when he rises from his much deserved slumber. However, you have your own job to do and regretfully have to separate from him. Before you leave, you always leave him some breakfast for him to heat up, stuff to make his morning/afternoon coffee, and small sticky notes around the home for him to read once he’s up and about and has to return to the lab. The notes would say stuff like you’re proud of him, he’s going to have a great day, how effortlessly handsome he is, or inspirational quotes from Don Quixote (those are his favorite).

The small gestures and the chats over the phone help the days go by, and awhile you two care for one another deeply, these things can only go so far. You long to have proper quality time with Luis, you long to actually feel his arms the moment he wraps them around you and pulls you tight against him, you long to hear and feel the warmth of his teasing jokes and affectionate praises upon the shell of your ear instead of over the static of a phone. You long to kiss him, to be engulfed by his passion reserved only for you.

“I miss you.” you admit without thinking, it was only the most natural thing to say.

You hear him sigh heavily on the other line. At first, you were worried that you may have dampened his spirits, but the way his breath sounded, he seemed relieved.

“And I you, corazon.” Luis reciprocates, you can imagine his soft smile in his words. “I promise- when I see you, I will make it up to you.”

Looking up to see where you are now, a smile of your own turns up your cheeks in bated excitement. “I’ll hold you to that, handsome. See you soon.”

“Ciao, baby.” You hear him send a kiss followed by an affirmative blip.

After tucking your cell away, you walk down the long hall until you’re in front of a set of double doors. Left completely ajar. You peek inside, medical equipment and specimens filled the tables and shelves, computers beeped away processing code you couldn’t make heads or tails of. All very important and sensitive stuff you’re certain, but what you were really looking for was hunched over a microscope.

Luis tied hair back in a messy bun. You made a mental note to ask him to wear it like that more often as you approached. The man seemed unaware of his surroundings as he didn’t hear you approach him from behind and nearly jumped out of his seat when your arms snaked around his front.

“Surprise!”

At the sound of your voice, Luis relaxed for only a split second before realization hit him and he spins out of his chair to behold you in amazement.

He beams with a wide smile, “¡Mi corazon! What are you doing here?”

You roll your eyes before returning his grin, “Isn’t it obvious? I came to see y-”

You’re cut off by his lips pressing against yours and the pit in your heart was set alight. The feel of his tongue dipping to seek yours made you weak in the knees and you instinctively sling your arms around his neck, releasing his hair from the elastic band to allow your fingers to run through them. It felt amazing to touch him again, to be close to him and want nothing more but to be closer. The familiar warmth in his kiss swells inside in wonderful, passionate flutters. Like everything he’s felt for you these past lonely nights but could not express from a distance finally poured over into this fervent promise of affection.

It was only when you two needed air did you finally pull away, but you didn’t go far, Luis kept you close in his arms. “Did I come at a bad time?” you asked, there was a bit of coyness, but genuinely you wanted to be sure you were not impeding on his time. You just wanted to see him, even if it was for a little bit.

The Spaniard shakes his head. “Nada. Not at all. I was just thinking that I needed a break. And an opportunity presented themselves to me in the best possible way.” His hands roam along the small of your back before squeezing your hips affectionately. A small, pleased sigh escapes you and Luis merely smiles at your responses, his grey eyes appraising you with deep adoration.

He leans over to whisper low into your ear, “Te extrañé tanto.”

Taking his cheek into your head, you meet his gaze, “I’ve missed you too.” It was your turn to lean now as you began peppering his strong, stubbled jaw with nips and kisses, you can feel the hum of a groan catch in his throat when your lips tease a particularly sensitive pulse. It took everything in you to pull away from him and his embrace and you swear you can almost hear him moan softly in protest of losing your warmth.

You stare at him with a sly smile, “Didn’t you say that you’d make it up to me the next time you see me?”

Luis lifts his brow in amusement before sharing in your playful banter with a grin of his own. “Of course, how could I ever forget such a thing?” He steps away from you, pulling a set of keys from his white lab coat as he moves towards the double doors. “Just give me a moment to lock up the lab.”

You cross your arms, anticipation scratching inside like a match ready to light. “Thought you’re still working.”

“Mi amor,” a lopsided grin appears on his lips as he spoke, making eye contact with you as he closes the steel doors. “I didn’t say that we were leaving.”

The doors lock with a definitive click, giving the both of you the privacy for Luis to indulge in his much needed breaktime to the absolute fullest.

#luis serra #luis serra navarro #resident evil 4 #luis serra imagine #luis serra x reader #re4 luis #re4 remake #resident evil imagines #my writing #gender neutral reader #zer0pm imagine #imagine request #something sweet and fluffy #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil x reader

[doctorgerth]

Hi im so excited your asks are open!!! Would I be able to get headcanons for Mihawk, Shanks, and Smoker x a female reader with a breeding kink? If not that’s totally fine!!!! I just love these dilfs also this would be NSFW! Thank youuuuuuuuuuuu <3

「 Part One | Part Two 」

a/n: Anon, thank you for blessing me with this because I have *thoughts* about breeding kinks, and these men were too fun to write this for! Not sure if it was good timing or bad including Shanks in this tho 💀 I saw ur second ask requesting to add Law, of course it was no problem to do so! Hope you enjoy <3

featuring: Mihawk, Shanks, Smoker, & Law x F!Reader

warnings: ns.fw, 18+ content, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, messy creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dom! Mihawk / Shanks / Smoker, mean!dom Law, sub!reader, mating press, one instance of degradation (“dumb little wh*re”), one use of “mommy”, use of contraceptives, coercion?, praise, cervix kissing.

FEM!S/O WITH BREEDING KINK

MIHAWK —

With the way your thighs squeeze around him when he’s getting ready to pull out, and that small, barely noticeable pouty look in your eyes when he cums outside of you and on your skin in various places, Mihawk’s had his suspicions about the possibility of you having this kink.

He wants to hear you say it though. If there’s any possibility that you desire for him to cum inside nearly as much as he’s wanted and fantasized about it, he wants to hear you beg for it.

“I’m close, mi amor. Where do you want my cum?”

He can tell it’s on the tip of your tongue, but you’re still hesitant to ask, instead hiding behind your moans and whimpers, but he won’t have it. All gentleness emanating from Mihawk’s love making halts as you feel his intense golden eyes, fiery with lust and demanding your obedience, staring down at you.

“I know you want me to breed you, darling. I want it too. But I’m not giving you anything until I hear you say it.”

When you give in and sob out your desire for him to fill you full with his cum, he eagerly obliges. Grips your legs to spread them wide open and fucks you into the mattress with a power so raw, you see stars when you cum.

He lets out the nastiest moan when he cums inside for the first time. Such a noise from a usually stoic man has a second orgasm beginning to tingle through you, and the two of you bask in the intimacy of you accepting every drop of his load. You hold each other close and breathe into each other’s skin as you calm your racing hearts.

Will most definitely hold your legs back while the cum settles, whispering countless Thank yous and I love yous then realizing that, despite cumming so much, the aching in his cock has far from disappeared, and he finds himself rutting, eager to pump another load into you.

The idea of knocking you up right now, belly soon to be swollen with your shared child makes him a bit more feral than he’d ever expected. He can’t possibly think of anything else when he fills you with his cum from here on out.

Mihawk really has wanted this for so long. To mark you as his in the most carnal fashion. Spilling his seed anywhere other than deep within your warm, pulsating cunt seems entirely wasteful to him now. Plus it’s less messy Good luck getting him to cum anywhere else <3

SHANKS —

He’s well aware of his own breeding kink (mf raw dogs it up and down the Grand Line), so he’s actually the one to bring it up.

Shanks gets so pussydrunk off you, he can’t help but babble on and on about how good you feel, especially when you ride him. He’s got a strong grip on your waist, aiding in your movements as you bounce on his cock, using him to chase your high.

In the heat of the moment, when he can feel himself getting dangerously close to cumming, he shamelessly confesses how he wants to pump your sweet pussy full of his cum.  

He of course would never do anything you’re uncomfortable with, so if you were to say no, he’d easily paint your chest or cute belly with his seed instead, no complaints. He enjoys marking you like that.

But when you look at him wide-eyed, nodding a vehement Yes, he’s unbelievably ecstatic. He’s honestly wanted to cum inside you since the day you two first started being intimate.

“Oh? You want me to fill this cunt up then, huh? Want me to fuck a baby into you?”

He doesn’t miss the way your body reacts so beautifully to him. Pussy clamping tightly around him at his words, your hips grinding against him much more sporadic and desperate, your sweet begging for him to give you all of his cum. Shanks’ believes his purpose in this world is to give you everything your heart desires. He’d gladly do his part in giving you a baby if that’s what you really wanted.

Mental images of you glowing with his baby inside you have him slamming your hips down as he shoots thick ropes of his cum deep inside, moaning out praise after praise as he talks about how perfect of a mommy you’ll be. How he’s gonna take such good care of you and give you all the babies you want. Breed you till you can’t possibly take anymore.

You hardly have time to revel in the feeling of his warm cum making home within you before he flips you onto your back and into a mating press as he begins fucking all the cum that’s seaped out back into you.

“There, now I can breed you properly.”

SMOKER —

Had not known what a breeding kink was until you introduced it to him, which proves to be beneficial because you both quickly realize that he too has a breeding kink.

Finds out about your kink when he’s balls deep inside and you’re so lost in pleasure that you cry out for him to give you a baby.

He pauses because he’s unsure if he heard you correctly. But if he had…you words echo endlessly in his head and there’s a sudden painful aching in his cock. He’s harder, much harder than he’s ever been before, and he needs to cum now. But he wants to hear you say it again first.

When you repeat your words so sweetly, he immediately pulls out to rip off the condom with demonic speed, and stuffs every inch of himself back into you with just as much haste. The wind is nearly knocked out of you and you can feel the intense shudder of his body as he inhales a shaky breath at feeling all of you around him, completely bare.

He’s a little embarrassed at how quickly he’s close to cumming, but how could he not be when you’re gushing and squeezing around him like this? Feeling your gummy walls snug against him, hugging him and begging to milk his cock, he can’t even try to fight the dam that’s threatening to break.

Slams himself as far as he can reach inside of you (as if he’s not ramming against your cervix already), pelvis flush against your own you can’t help but to try to crawl away from the sudden force, but he holds you firmly as he releases perhaps the heaviest load he’s ever given in his life. There’s so much of it, it immediately spills out from you when he pulls out.

“Can’t breed you if you don’t keep my cum inside you, sweetheart. Be a good girl and take all of it this next time, alright?”

No worries about him cumming too early, because he’s right back at it, pushing the cum back in with his fingers before sheathing his cock back inside to fuck another load into you. Keeps you pinned underneath him, folded back in a mating press, giving you load after load until there’s no feasible way you don’t end up pregnant. <3

“Want my babies? Don’t worry, we’re not leaving this bed until I’m sure I’ve knocked up my pretty girl like she wants.”

LAW —

Your kink comes to light during a late night confession. The two of you were casually discussing your sex lives; what things you really liked and any kinks you possibly wanted to explore.

He admits that he is not overly fond of the idea of getting you actually pregnant (yet?), so he’ll play into the fantasy only if some form of contraceptive is involved. He finds how desperate you are for him to fill you to the brim with his cum incredibly sexy and therefore hard to resist. Plus, he’s a little intrigued by this kink himself.

He wasn’t expecting to lose all control when he felt you around him for the first time with no barrier. He’d always heard condom-less sex was top tier, but nothing could have prepared him for this euphoric intimacy.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good like this.”

He’s contemplating throwing out his entire stash of condoms now because holy shit nothing in this world could possibly feel better than your warm, wet, and tight pussy squeezing his cock for dear life as you cum around him.

He cums immediately after; pulling you, practically crushing you, into him as he holds you still, his cock throbbing painfully from cumming so much. He’s panting in your ear, whispering lots of praises for letting him fill you up like that.

When he looks down to see some of his cum leaking out of your clenching hole, a primal instinct is unlocked within him. Fucks himself into overstimulation because he’s now addicted to the feeling of cumming inside you and watching the cum leak out just to fuck it right back into you. It’s a long night as he releases load after load and you’re aching and sobbing from overstimulation whimpering about it being too much.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Weren’t you begging for me to breed you just a second ago like a dumb little whore?”

He’s a little mean but fuck, he has one more in him. Just let him fill you up one more time. The two of you have made an absolute mess on the sheets below, and as he sees the sticky abundance of your shared cum frothing around his dick, you both determine that he’s enjoying putting that contraceptive to the test perhaps a little too much.

The image of knocking you up, marking you as his as your baby grows inside you, making you so round and plump and full makes him cum the hardest he ever has in his life. Can’t help but wonder if he actually does want to breed you. 

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[saint-oleander]

The English title of “Questo mondo non mi renderà cattivo” misunderstands fundamentally the core theme of the series.

There, I said it.

Now a step back.

Italian comic book author Zerocalcare’s second series after “Strappare lungo i bordi” ( “Tear along the dotted line” ) is now streaming on netflix and, while I can’t swear by the translation for I haven’t seen it in English, you should go watch it.

Both of the series are funny and heartbreaking in equal measure, and exist as tales from Zerocalcare’s life as a jumping point to explore more existential topics.

Now, if you haven’t seen them yet, go and do so for spoilers await you under the cut.

The English title netlix chose for the series is “This world can’t tear me down”.

I get that they wanted to draw a connection to the first series (Tear along the dotted line), but the choice is so fundamentally at odds with the message of the series that I’m going to scream into the void about it.

See, a way more actual translation of the title could be “This world won’t make me cruel”.

You’re going to ask yourself how nitpicky can I possibly be. They are close enough, aren’t they? WRONG. And the problem is optimism.

If you’ve seen the series you’ll know that the setting is this: an old friend of Zero comes back after twenty years in rehab. Zero is forced to try and re-acquaint Cesare to the world despite his (perceived) inadequacy. Meanwhile, a neonazi movement is pushing to get a recently opened refugee center closed, and Zero is shocked when he discovers that Cesare has fallen with that crowd.

Sure of the fact that they preyed on his alienation after his many years in rehab, Zero confronts Cesare, who tells him that since he has it all (especially a job) Zero has no right to tell him how he should behave in his desperate situation.

And Zero does believe him, and becomes doubtful of his right to point out what someone in a worse situation should do.

If the point were about resisting in the face of an evil world then the title would fit. But it’s not.

The point, the actual point, is that in the face of evil we don’t have to become evil too. That no one has a monopoly on what’s right and wrong. That the line we must draw is that even in the face of hardship is that we don’t get to kick down who has it worse than us, just to stand a little bit taller than someone.

That’s why “this world won’t make [us] cruel”. It’s not because we are in a righteous fight, withstanding the elements. It’s because we must have a last shred of dignity and courage, to help who has it worse. It won’t be an easy fight, and perhaps not even a successful one.

To believe that the world won’t tear us down is irrealistic, and far to optimistic.

"The world won’t tear me down” is the story of someone’s lonely and rightful stand.

“The world won’t make me cruel”, instead, reminds us that we don’t live in a vacuum, that we are not alone. And that we can’t be right and be cruel to those who are more vulnerable than us.

Even when everything is out to hurt us, we still have to resist the temptation to be cruel.

Mi hanno spezzato le ossa, hanno brindato, e sono vivo.

Questo mondo non mi renderà cattivo

“Questo mondo non mi renderà cattivo” - Path

#forgive this rant and all the mistakes within it. i just hate the english title so much. #questo mondo non mi renderà cattivo #this world won't tear me down #zerocalcare

[roseglazedlens]

⦑ no life without death ⦒✶.*

pairing(s): luis serra navarro x f!reader synopsis: you watch the love of your life leave in pursuit of repentance from his former sins. inspired by @luisnavarros content: character death, hurt/slight comfort, sad letters, mentions of trauma « 0.7 k words┇masterlist┇reblogs appreciated! »

“Why are you crying, hermosa?” Luis’ smooth hand journeyed to your waist, the velvety graze of his palms pulling you closer. A sensation he knows will yield your uncertainty, the gentle act dulled the anxiety away, even if it’s just for a moment.

“You’re leaving, Lu.” The words spat out, brimmed with exhaustion. You’re about to lose him again.

Luis secured the strap of his duffel bag onto his shoulder, the other hand crinkling the one way flight ticket to Spain. Sorrow re-emerged Luis like an old friend, something that never truly goes away, especially after all the atrocies he had enabled, all the lives killed as a result. Paying the price for it, still, seven years after the incident. “And I’ll be back before you know it, eh?”

“I don’t care if you worked for Umbrella… please. Just don’t go.” Your brows writhed against each other, pupils glossy.

Luis wanted to hold you. Never let you go. Submerged you into his arms. But how could he protect anyone with hands made of destruction? How could he protect you like this? The guilt, like the black mould itself, festered in his very soul. It was now or never.

“Don’t cry, mi amor. Tears don’t look good on such a beautiful señorita like you.” His finger brushed against your lower lash line, collecting the tears in his lovingness. The steel ring on his index finger chilled your face as he moved, and you know it was futile to stop the man you love. “I must go. You know it.”

“Let someone else do it. Let them take the burden in their hands. It doesn’t have to be you.” Years and years of therapy Luis attended had allowed him to speak more about his past and came to peace with the memories. You thought he was doing so well. That he was finally going to let the past go, be with you forever. “You’ve done enough repenting. What about your happiness?”

As if consumed by your affection, Luis soothed your body into his. You saw Luis as who he was, and not just a pawn of Umbrella.

“Señora Dulcinea.” Luis ensnared your lips into his, capturing your breath through a soulful press of the lips. He planted his everything, his yearning for him, his tenderness, into a kiss so passionate, it seeped through layers of built-up apprehension. A kiss so beautiful, and one that you will never forget to be the last kiss you two will ever share. “Siempre te querré, cariño.”

“I will always be your Señora Dulcinea.” The tears almost poured out of you as you spoke, but you wanted Luis to leave on a good note. One that did not have you drowned in your own tears.

You smiled, and before you knew it, you slept in peace with Luis’ surrounding you with his warmth. Luis picked you off his embrace and placed you on the couch with a blanket over you.

A final kiss, a farewell on your forehead. He hated to leave without saying his final goodbyes, but Luis feared that his legs won't leave if you’re awake. His heart had been strung along so far by you, whether intentional or not. And that would never change.

Luis walked out of the door, and you are still waiting for him to come back to this day.

Until.

Six months later, a gentleman arrived at your door. Blonde, black suit from head to toe, guilt lingered his eyes. “My name is Leon. I worked with Luis.”

“Is he okay?” you asked, desperate. He didn’t respond, which told you exactly what you needed to hear. What you didn’t want to hear.

“Luis left a message to you.” Leon uttered and passed an envelope to you. “It took me a long time to find you. He kept you a secret, to protect you from Umbrella.”

You picked up the envelope, ripped it as fast as you could manage without damaging the contents and read:

My Señora Dulcinea, If you’re reading this, I’m probably dead, eh? Miguel de Cervantes once said ‘Hasta la muerta es toda la vida.’ There is no life without death. You gave me a second chance at living. After everything, you forgive my wrongdoings. Without you, I am a wandering nomad without purpose. Without a reason to live for. You freed me. That’s why I need to leave… If only to save one in many I’ve killed… Señora, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me one last time, for leaving you. To protect you from this plaga that cursed our home. And I’ll do it all over again just to see your smile, cariño. Yours forever, Luis Serra Navarro

NOTE: I don't speak spanish. if you do & there's any inaccuracies, i would appreciate any corrections. translation:

Hermosa - gorgeous

Siempre te querré, cariño - I will always love you, darling.

Señora Dulcinea - Lady Dulcinea - a princess in the book Luis references throughout RE4R "Don Quixote" by Miguel de Cervantes

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. ––yours truly, rose.

#꒰✒️ rose fics ♡.꒱ #luis serra x reader #luis serra navarro #luis serra #luis serra navarro x reader #resident evil fanfic #resident evil fanfiction #luis x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 remake #luis serra x you #luis serra navarro x you #꒰✒️ rose fics sft ♡.꒱ #resident evil 4 #re4 #re4r #luis sera #re4 luis #luis sera x reader #luis sera navarro #luis sera x you

[avelera]

Some slightly more coherent thoughts about Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (ATSV) now that I've had a little time to process and long to return to the theater to see it again and again and again:

1 ) Go see it. Holy shit, go see it. Re-watch Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (ITSV) before you go if you have the chance but you don't have to, they recap it well enough and I promise anyway, the first thing you're gonna do when you get home after is turn ITSV on and then scream a bunch because it is all so tightly connected from the very beginning.

2 ) ITSV is a masterpiece. ATSV is more of a masterpiece in the same way that 11 is bigger than 10. They took everything in ITSV, which is a perfect 10/10 and made it 11/10 for this film. I shit you not. It cannot be otherwise expressed with words. Everything is just bigger, faster, bolder, more.

Ok, now getting into some of the more spoiler-y thoughts:

3 ) Loved me those themes of connection and loneliness. When you go back to ITSV, you see it's right there from the start. All of the version of Spider-Man are lonely. They are tired. They're isolated and unsupported and they are all suffering. Miles makes their lives better. They make Miles' life better. This becomes such a huge, huge theme in ATSV as Miles literally breaks the canon, he is the ultimate fix-it fanfic character, every Spider-Man he interacts with gets some element of their tragic backstory fixed. Peter B. reunites with MJ and has a child that brings joy back into his life. Gwen gets a friend again. Pavitr doesn't have to watch his girlfriend's father die. They are no longer doomed by the narrative.

4) Another post commented on how tired Peni looks when we finally see her, but she's not the only one. All of the Spider-People in the Spider-Verse look tired and it is, in fact I'd argue, Miguel's fault. He appealed to their sense of martyrdom to put together an organization that helps people and saves the world(s). BUT he made "maintaining the canon" an aspect of this (a wonderful meta commentary on Miles himself, btw, and all the comic book nerds who want to rehash the same story over and over instead of transforming it into something new and hopeful). Because they had all suffered so much, it followed logically for all the Spider-People that all of their parallel universe selves must also suffer.

This is the crab bucket mentality. Miguel dragged all the Spider-People into the crab bucket with him. He taught them learned helplessness. They're all tired and worn down because they have to keep reliving their own trauma by standing by and making sure these awful things that happened to them continue to happen, over and over. It's the mirror too for any marginalized community where the past generation believes the next one must suffer as they did. But it's exhausting for them to see the misery and do nothing. That's why they're all so tired. It makes sense to them that to be Spider-People, the next generation must suffer as they did but they are also, all of them, heroes and so it wears them down to watch this happen over and over. Miles brings back their energy and joy and their hope by refusing to be doomed by the narrative.

It's wonderful fanfic but it's also fantastic storytelling and it works on so many layers of the story, Doylist and Watsonian, all the way down.

5 ) THIS is a tightly knit story. Every. Single. Element. Ties back to the central story, the central themes. Every line either reveals plot, character, setting, or themes. It is so, so tight as a writer I was gaping. In necessary, if brief, moments of exposition they make sure to keep the screen busy and moving. There's no time for boredom. It is literally so fast that even as someone with ADHD I was sometimes overwhelmed as much as riveted. The few scenes that slowed down to simply fast movie pace felt achingly slow as a result and I bet you they were maybe 30 seconds long.

6 ) I AM. SO HYPED. FOR THE ENDING AND THE SEQUEL IT SETS UP? The perfect dark mirror story, not rushed but simply introduced so we can see that the final boss for Miles is himself. Unless they subvert that expectation, which they might! But it is so ominous to see Prowler Miles, it makes so much sense, it is perfect and deep and rich. Literally every time you think, "Maybe they'll rehash old material?" they don't they just keep introducing cool new characters and concepts and themes it's mindblowing.

7 ) They never leave you with one thread. Miles is going to face himself and fight to save his dad from the Spot and fight Miguel, presumably, in the next one. No single line only does one thing. No frame does one thing. And yet everything ties back to the core story of Miles and the Spider-People both on the Watsonian and Doylist level. I want to study every frame under a microscope. It's insane.

8 ) THE ART IT'S JUST. I'm not an artist so I'll leave it at this but THE ART.

9 ) I love Pavitr and Hobie. So much. I gasped when we saw Pavitr's world.

10 ) The Spot's animation was insane just insane and I think he's foreshadowed in the ITSV and it blew my mind on the re-watch.

I need to see it again. I could talk about any single element for hours. But I just can't stop thinking about the mastery embodied in this film. I know a sequel to a superhero movie that's animated will never win Best Picture but I do not exaggerate when I say that in itself might be an indictment of Best Picture. This film deserves Best Picture. It is the best movie I've seen in an unfathomably long time including ITSV.

#spider-man across the spider-verse #atsv spoilers #atsv #itsv #spider-man #spiderverse

[heyiwrotesomethings]

[ene(?)mies to loverS] {FEM demon slayer& assassin reader}

R used to me an assassin that only killed the guilty and protected the inoccent but they quit after becoming a demon slayer.

shinobu is kidnapped by a crazy dude in the middle of the night but the triplets and AOI find out in the morning from a note with the ransom money. They ask reader for help and track her down and turns out the dude that kidnapped her is in a team who kills demon slayers? So R kills the whole group and gets shin out of there. some fluffy stuff pls

idk it just came up sorRy if it's too specific.

thanks byee

Abducted

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: Tried putting these two together because they had the same major plot point. And I kind of hinted to past enemies, but they are in the lovers stage for the majority of the fic. Hope you enjoy, thanks for reading! Word Count: 3,335

(Y/n) woke up in bed alone, which was not at all unusual with how busy Shinobu was. What was unusual, was the commotion that had woken her up. In a flurry of footsteps and distressed noise, the butterfly girls came bursting through the door, Kanao frantically waving a piece of paper in (Y/n)’s face.

“Hm? What? What’s going on?” (Y/n) was having a hard time in her groggy state keeping up with everyone speaking over each other with such concerning urgency.

Aoi took the paper from Kanao’s hand and shushed everyone before reading the letter verbatim, voice shaking.

“We have captured the Hashira Kochou Shinobu. She put up quite a fight, to prove we have her, find enclosed a lock of her hair. If you wish to ever see her alive again, you will bring five-hundred-thousand yen and twenty children with Marechi blood to the summit of Natagumo Mountain before sunset tonight, or else!” Aoi flung the paper into (Y/n)’s lap, “Shinobu-sama has been abducted!”

“What?” (Y/n) picked up the letter and re-read it to herself, “This can’t be happening…” she adjusted her hold on the paper and felt something silky on the other side. She flipped the paper around and inhaled sharply when she saw the lock of purple and black hair tapped to the back. She crumpled the paper and bolted to her feet. In a few quick strides, she tore open the closet, throwing a high mobility outfit and an array of sharp and pointy weapons of varying sizes onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” Aoi asked, her and Kanao pulling the younger girls out of the way as (Y/n) continued to toss weapons out of the closet.

“I’m going to get Shinobu back.“ She answered monotonously, a chill ran through the other girls. It was a tone they hadn’t heard (Y/n) use in a very long time.

“How are you going to do that? You aren’t thinking about giving in to their demands, are you?” Aoi asked fretfully.

“Of course not. I won’t need to. Did you see that stupid little wax seal they used on the envelope? I’ve seen it before in my previous line of work. They are humans that work for demons. They provide the quality fodder, and in return they get protection, money, power… whatever they can get their hands on. But there are rare occasions like this where they think they can get more out of us than they could out of the demons they serve. I’ve dealt with people from their group before.”

“In your… old profession?”

“Yeah. Lots of people have lost their loved ones to that group over the years and came to me for justice. Safe to say, they don’t know who they’re messing with or they wouldn’t have even dared to send this letter.” (Y/n) turned to face the girls, eyes full of fire.

She dialed it back a bit when she saw them flinch backward and knelt before them all.

“I’m going to get her back, I promise.“

“I’ll go too.” Kanao spoke up.

“No Kanao, you’ll stay here with everyone else. This isn’t demon slaying. I don’t want to put you in a position where you may have to kill a human, no matter how much they might deserve it. Trust that I will do whatever it takes to bring Shinobu hole safe and sound. Stay here and take care of everyone while I’m gone. Can you do that for me?”

Kanao but the inside of her cheek, but nodded solemnly. (Y/n) squeezed her shoulder then got up and moved over to the bed to equip all of her weapons that she thought wouldn’t see they light of day again. Hopefully Shinobu wouldn’t be too cross with her for not throwing them out when she asked her to.

When the last knife was strapped down, she patted the head of each girl as she exited the room and then the mansion, disappearing quickly over the fence. She only had about ten hours before sunset, so she would need to get to Natagumo quickly to make it in time.

“Hang on, Shinobu. I’m on my way.”

***

Shinobu came to with a throbbing headache. She groaned and tried to cup her head with her hands, keyword tried. Her hands were tightly bound behind her back and upon further inspection, she found her legs to be tightly bound as well.

For as beaten and bruised as she was, nothing hurt her more than having fallen into this damn trap. It had started out so harmlessly. A small child had come running to her for help, his mother supposedly sick. The young boy looked dirty and malnourished. Of course Shinobu didn’t give it a second thought before she let the boy lead her up the mountain. She was so used to fighting demons, that she had forgotten there were humans out there who were just as vile.

She had sensed something off when she followed the boy inside the dingy house. She felt a malicious presence behind her and swiftly pivoted on her feet, dodging the burly arms that had reached out to grab her. With a few precision strikes, he fell to the ground, only for six more to take his place. She got a few good punches in, as well as a few slices from the knives in her shoes, but with an ambush of this scale, with so little space to maneuver or time to think, she was overpowered and knocked unconscious.

“Well look who finally decided to wake up.”

Shinobu winced as her head was pulled up by her hair, but she refused to make any noise that would give her captors any satisfaction.

“You sure cut me up pretty bad, little brat.” The man pulled her head back further so she could see the bloody bandage wrapped around his head. The spot where his left eye would be was particularly saturated with blood. “It hurts like hell.”

“That’s what you get when you sneak up on people. You’re fortunate that’s all you endured.” Shinobu smiled sharply, her teeth pressed together tightly when the man sharply tugged her hair again.

“We sent a message off with that bird that was following you around. If anybody cares about you, they’ll be here with our demands by sundown. If they don’t, I’ll carve you up the same way you carved up me and my buddies before we serve you up to the boss on a silver platter.” He grinned wickedly and made a show of looking up at the sky through the trees, before looking back down at Shinobu smugly.

“Not much time left…”

He promptly let go of Shinobu’s hair and her head fell back to the ground. The man laughed uproariously and his buddies joined in, save for the young boy who had lured Shinobu frantically filling his face. The man kicked Shinobu’s bound legs out of his way before rejoining them at the fire for another bowl of stew.

Shinobu kept her breathing even. Panicking in this situation would do her no good. Besides, those fools all but signed their own death warrants by sending En back to the mansion with whatever poorly written scrap of paper they composed. She hadn’t a doubt in her mind that (Y/n) was well on her way.

Still, she’d be damned if she didn’t at least try to get herself out of this mess before then. She was a Hashira, she killed demons, she wasn’t going to let a group of meat-headed plain, human men continue to get the best of her. Shinobu carefully rubbed her feet together so as not to draw attention to herself and nearly scoffed.

For being so upset with her about her sharp retaliations, they sure didn’t think it necessary to take away her shoes. Idiots. Ever so quietly, she bent her knees as far as she could and carefully removed a shoe. It took a little time to maneuver it into a workable position, but she got the blade end wedged beneath the rope on her hands and began to saw at it, and no one was none the wiser, or so she thought.

A heavy foot came down on her hands and she couldn’t stop the yelp of pain that left her lips, drawing the attention of the men at the campfire.

“You idiots,” the new arrival sighed, a man with much nicer clothes than the rest, “while you were all eating and drinking like pigs, you almost let our guest escape. Need I remind you we are dealing with a Hashira here? What do you think would have happened if we let her escape, hm?”

“The- the boss would totally kill us. Thanks for catching on to that, Hyousuke.” One man whimpered.

“The boss?” Hyousuke tilted his head to the side as he took Shinobu’s shoes and tossed them into the bushes, “You think I’d ever tell the boss if we lost a quality catch like this? No… no, no, no,” his eyes steeled and his voice took on a more dangerous tone, “I would kill you all myself. He doesn’t have time to deal with you useless fools. He needs to become a Kizuki to continue keeping us safe and he’s not going to get there if you can’t take the time to do your damn job!”

“My, to speak of a demon so passionately, is it love?” Shinobu smiled sweetly, then added, “Gross.”

Hyousuke sneered down at her and put more of his weight on her wrists before easing up and turning his attention back to the campfire.

“Where’s the damn rope? I’ll need to re-tie her hands.”

“Uh, Masaru had it last.”

“Where is he?”

“He needed to relieve himself. Went out to the woods like… huh, maybe twenty minutes ago?”

Hyousuke stiffened, then snarled, “Well go find him, now!”

The men scampered into the forest, the young boy reluctantly went to follow, but Hyousuke called him back.

“Goro, you stay. I have a special job for you.” He presented the young boy with a knife and lead him to Shinobu, “This is a big job, boy. You do this well, and your stranding in the group will skyrocket, you understand. Meals everyday, new clothes, an actual bed, all will be yours. All you gotta do is watch this woman and if she tries to escape, you slash her tendons. If that doesn’t work, kill her. Got it?”

Goro shook under Hyousuke’s intense glare, but managed a nod.

“Good. This shouldn’t take long.” Hyousuke glared down at Shinobu, “Behave yourself if you want to live through this.”

Shinobu stayed silent, watching him disappear into the woods before returning her attention to Goro who looked at her with fearful eyes, knife tightly grasped within his hands. It was time Shinobu implement her best defense in this precarious moment, so she began to talk to the boy. Ever so slowly, his grip eased as Shinobu took an interest in his upbringing. Having never known his mother, nor really any experience talking to women, the kind way Shinobu spoke with him felt completely foreign.

A pained shout echoed through the forest, putting them both on edge again. The forest went quiet again, but only for a few moments before to more cries were heard.

“Goro-kun, stay calm.” Shinobu tried to ease the boy’s nerves, but he still looked as scare and desperate as a cornered animal. “If you cut the rope—”

Goro shakily held the knife to Shinobu’s throat, “Stop talking!” He commanded through sharp breaths just as another shout was heard in the distance, though much closer than the previous ones.

Shinobu took the risk to keep talking, “There could be a demon out there. I don’t want you to get hurt, Goro-kun. Please free me and give me my sword so I can protect you.”

Goro looked conflicted, switching his attention between Shinobu and the woods anxiously. He heard another shout and shut his eyes tightly, knife still uncomfortably close to Shinobu’s neck— until a rugged rock came sailing in and knocked the weapon out of his hand and into the bushes.

They both looked over in the direction the rock had come from to see a bloody figure emerge from the woods near the campfire, breathing heavily.

“A demon!” Goro shrieked, skittering back on his behind to put Shinobu between himself and ‘the demon’, but Shinobu was not all that concerned.

“None of that is your blood is it, (Y/n)?” She asked calmly as if she already new the answer.

“Of course not,” (Y/n) huffed, “I may have been persuaded into an early retirement, but I’m still as sharp as ever.” She smirked with pride, before seeing Shinobu’s frown and tacked on an apology at the end.

Once upon a time, (Y/n) and Shinobu hadn’t gotten along all that well and a lot of that stemmed from (Y/n)’s line of work as an assassin for hire. Well, it stemmed from (Y/n) having lied about being an assassin when they had first met. Shinobu found out after they had been dating for awhile and it was not pretty. They had broken up, but after a few months of being miserable without each other, (Y/n) decided to retire and ask Shinobu to take her back with the promise of no more secrets and things had been getting better since.

“Mhmm,” Shinobu hummed as (Y/n) came over to untie her, Goro too scared stiff to move, “I recall telling you to get rid off all those weapons.”

“I did. Well, I got rid of most of them. But, see how handy it is to keep a couple of classics around?”

“I suppose...” Shinobu released a relieved sigh when the last of the rope was cut and then sat up, finding herself engulfed in a tight hug as soon as she did so.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” (Y/n)’s voice was muffled from having her face pressed into Shinobu, but she was heard just fine.

“Sorry to worry you.” Shinobu brought her arms around (Y/n)’s neck to return the hug, despite the blood.

It was really nice for a few moments until they heard a twig snap and looked up to see Goro sticking his hands into the bushes, looking for the knife Hyousuke left with him.

“Hey, kid, just stay put, okay?” (Y/n) put her hand out in warning.

“We aren’t going to hurt you, Goro-kun. Come down the mountain with us, and we will keep you safe.” Shinobu promised.

“I can’t let you go! If you go, Hyousuke-san will kill me!”

“No he won’t. Just look at me,” (Y/n) gestured to herself, “If I didn’t kill him on my way here, then I’ll kill him when he shows up. And if you’re worried about any demons either, Shinobu had it covered, right?”

“Definitely,” Shinobu answered a bit distractedly, her sword back home in her hands, “Help me find my shoes?”

“Sure.”

“Don’t come any closer or I’ll- I’ll—“

(Y/n) gently ruffled Goro’s hair, stunning him.

“You must be tired. What do you say, wanna get off of this dumb old mountain?” She softly asked.

“Stop! You’re Just trying to trick me like I tricked you!” He yelled, pointing a finger at Shinobu.

Shinobu smiled sympathetically and crouched down before the boy, “That was a pretty mean trick, wasn’t it? You feel bad about it, don’t you?”

Goro didn’t say anything, but fresh tears sprung from his eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’m not upset with you. It’s hard to be hungry and on your own. I promise if you come with us, you’ll never have to do anything like this again. We will keep you safe.” She held out her pinky and after a short explanation of what a pinky promise was, Goro cautiously wrapped his own pinky around Shinobu’s.

“Well, isn’t that sweet.”

Shinobu and (Y/n) pivoted, shielding Goro from the new arrival. Hyousuke had returned with a few of his men, armed and ready for a fight.

“Damn, I really thought I had taken care of all of you.” (Y/n) groaned in annoyance. “Must’ve been shaking in the bushes as I walked by. Did you think of you regrouped, you’d be able to take me?”

“Hy- Hyousuke! I know this woman, she’s a demon with human blood, an assassin! She’s stolen lives from out faction before.”

“Demon with human blood seems a bit over dramatic,” she scoffed, “But also so, so hypocritical when you consider all you have done to give yourselves a cozy life.”

“Goro, get over here.” Hyousuke ordered through gritted teeth.

“He’s not going anywhere with you.” Shinobu denied, “It’s in your best interest if you let us pass.”

“I cannot return to him empty handed.” Hyousuke pulled a gun from his clothes, “I’ll just have to kill all three—“

In the blink of an eye, (Y/n) and Shinobu were on him. Shinobu’s sword pierced his hand and he dropped the gun in pain. (Y/n) instinctively went in for the kill. Hyousuke staggered before falling into the dirt, whatever was left of the small group scattered and fled into the woods. (Y/n) made a move to go after them, but Shinobu held her wrist.

“I think that they got the message.” She said.

“But they’re going to go back to whatever demon their friendly with and start up all over again with someone less fortunate.”

“En is following them. She’ll report the location back to Oyakata-sama and he will decide how to proceed from there. You already have more blood on your hands than I would like. Besides,” she whispered, flicking her eyes over to Goro, “You’re scaring him.”

“Alright, fine. I guess as long as it gets taken care of eventually, I don’t really care.” (Y/n) went to run her neck, but caught sight of the blood and just clasped her hands behind her back instead. “I’m sorry you had to see that, Goro-kun.”

“I’ve seen worse.” He mumbled quietly, shrugging his shoulders. Shinobu and (Y/n)’s hearts went out to him.

“We’re gonna work like hell so you don’t have to see anything like that ever again.” (Y/n) promised.

“You’ll be safe with us.” Shinobu reached out her hand as an invitation, “Come on, let’s go home.”

Goro hesitated, but he did take her hand.

“Hold my hand too?” (Y/n) batted her eyelashes and held out her bloody hand.

Shinobu’s eyes flickered to (Y/n)’s hand, then back up to her face, “Maybe another time, dear.” The hug they shared earlier was all the blood she wanted to deal with at the moment.

“Booooo.”

“You know what you can do though? Help me find my shoes. It’s a long way down the mountain, and I’d rather not be without them.”

“Yeah, yeah okay. I heard you the first time you asked.”

***

“I really needed that!” (Y/n) flopped onto the bed, her damp head landing in Shinobu’s lap, squeaky clean, “I almost forgot how itchy dried blood is.”

“Such pleasant words you are saying.” Shinobu replied with sarcasm. She put a bookmark between the pages of her book to mark where she had left off and put it aside to give her full attention, absently running her fingers across (Y/n)’s cheeks.

“I know. So is Goro-kun all settled in?”

“As much as he can be, but he’s in good hands. Naho, Sumi and Kiyo are excited to have someone younger than them around and surprisingly he seemed to latch onto Gotou-san quickly. I’m sure everything will get better in due time.”

“That’s good.” (Y/n) yawned and put her hands over Shinobu’s to keep them on her face. “And how are you feeling?”

“It was an unfortunate situation to find myself in, but I’m fine, really. I knew you would come.”

(Y/n) pulled one of Shinobu’s hands to her lips so she could plant a kiss against her palm. “If you ever feel not fine about it, I’ll be here for you then too.”

“I know,” Shinobu smiled warmly and hunched inward to return the kiss, “Thank you.”

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[soleilandpeaches]

mi mariposa esta con mi

KeigoxFem!Reader

synopsis: Keigo just wants to unwind after a long day and it seems you do too. Why don’t you help each other out?

warnings: use of drugs, handjobs, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), toothrotting fluff

song title inspo: Painted Lady by late night drive home

@keikiri-kitten: ask and you shall receive

Puffs of smoke billow from between pink lips and flared nostrils. Eyes swimming in warm pools of honey now rimmed red, his long eyelashes flutter against his sun-kissed cheeks, dotted with starry freckles after a long day in the sun. Pushing back his messy, windswept hair, short strips of blonde gently falling back into place the further up he drags his hand.

A short joint rests gently between his pointer and thumb, he pulls it away from his face to let out another sigh of smoke and bliss. Slumped against the couch you share, he’s still dressed in his hero attire, his jacket hanging off one of your dining chairs. A movie plays in front of him but he feels too lost in his high to continue watching, besides, he knows you’ll be home soon anyway.

The shutting of your car door alerts him before the vibrations of your footsteps or the click and turn to your door. He feels a smile creep its way across his cheeks, dimples following in its wake. He’s been waiting for you all this time; he can’t wait to have you.

“Hey Babe…” your exasperated sigh signals him of your long day; you’re ready to unwind for the night, he concludes.

“Hey Baby,” he all but slurs in your direction, his body too heavy to stand and greet you with a hug and a kiss like he usually does. If you notice, you refuse to comment on it, causing him to frown. Don’t you miss him? He supposes you’re too overworked to notice or give him attention.

To his surprise, you make your way over to him, sandwiching his face between your hands and pulling his face to meet your lips with his own. He can’t hold back his satisfied grin as he attempts to kiss you back. He feels the vibrations from his chest as he purrs happily, he feels you smile against him in response.

Once you pull away, he eyes you carefully, his unoccupied hand coming to rest upon your waist as his other dabs the ashes of the joint onto his spare asher.

“Long day, pretty girl?” He better get quick into buttering you up if he plans to have you moaning for him later tonight. Not that he doesn’t find you beautiful—of course not. Your hair is pulled into a claw-clip, strands of hair that were once tucked away now framing your pretty face. There’s definitely a reason he keeps himself in line to satisfy you.

“Yeah…” You let go of him and pull away, much to his dismay. You turn away to saunter towards your bedroom, “I’m gonna go wash up; I’ll be right back to join you.”

Pleased, he relaxes back into the cushions, ready to patiently wait for your return. He entertains the idea of joining you but his weighted body decides against it.

“Make sure you think of me.” He teases just before you leave him to his own devices—you chuckle. Happy he at least got to make you laugh, he turns his attention back to his movie, giggling a lot more than he usually would.

You re-enter in your little tank top and snug booty shorts, you smell of vanilla and strawberries; his dick twitches in anticipation. Silently cursing at the effect you have on him, he reaches for you, wordlessly inviting you to lay on top of him. And you do, slumping sleepily into his arms, you reach for his joint to take an inhale of your own.

Absentmindedly rubbing at your arms, he feels you relax into him. He nuzzles his nose into your hair, placing a gentle kiss upon you. He really has the prettiest girl.

“Keigo?” He feels you mumble into his chest.

“Hm?” He blinks open his eyes to gaze at you, nothing but love reflecting back to you.

“You’re hard.” You state matter-of-factly with a short giggle.

“You always make me hard.” He plays along, hands roaming down to hold you by your ass, giving a playful squeeze.

You let out a loud laugh, your giggles echoing throughout the living space and his head. He laughs along with you until your breaths even and your hands unclutch from his arms.

He hums thoughtfully as your nails trace patterns into his skin, watching as your eyes remain enraptured with his body. You wiggle your hips, your eyes trailing upwards and dancing between his as he lifts his hips to meet yours. His hands remain low on your hips, thumbing at your waistline as he stares down at you, daring you to make the first move.

He feels your body start to warm in your abashed state, you bite your lip to cage the nervous giggle threatening to escape. He wonders how long you’ve been together—how long you’ve been sleeping together, and how shy you still get when he attempts to fluster you. Though he guesses he can’t say much. After all, butterflies still beat their wings in his belly when you tease him.

Abandoning your previous state, your hands trail up his chest and around his neck, creeping up to his cheeks just as you did before. Your body moves upwards just as your hands do until you’re fully seated on his lap, grinding your hips into his.

“Mmf—“ Keigo lets out a short moan in surprise, choking it back as he purses his lips. It’s his turn to grow hot, once golden cheeks tinting red at your subtle attempt to dominate him. You thumb at his lips, pulling them back to lean in for a kiss, continuing to grind against his hardening dick.

He’s fully moaning into the kiss as your tongue prods for entrance. He allows you—of course—whimpering as your hands card through his hair, twirling the wheat-colored strands as you fight back a smile. He wants to pull away, flip you over and teach you a lesson, but damn do you feel good.

It’s been a long day. He decides, content to let you use him as you please. You don’t seem surprised at his submission—you knew he liked it. You needed something to take your frustration out on, and he was obedient in letting you.

Clothes were quickly discarded as you pump his cock unhurriedly. He squirms in pleasure beneath your hardened gaze, his breath becoming shallow as he moans helplessly, his brain foggy as he begs for you.

“Please Baby…” His moans choking off into silent whines as his hips continue to desperately rock into your fist. “Please!”

You refuse to tease him any longer, your own patience dwindling swiftly. Leaning forward, your chests and lips meet in fervor. You grip him by his base, quickly guiding him to your dripping pussy before easing him inside. Your lips part as you groan into each other's mouths, hands hopelessly pawing at each other as you situate yourself on his cock.

You moan at the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you, immediately rocking your hips back and forth to chase the pleasure. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you allow your forehead to rest against his as your noses brush against each other. You both smile, letting out happy chuckles as your lips meet over-and-over for sweet pecks. You can’t seem to get enough of each other.

Slowly rising and falling, Keigo’s hands rub attentively up and down your waist, occasionally coming to grope at your breasts.

“Keigo…” The sound of his name never sounds as beautiful as when you moan it for him. He responds with gasps of your own, arms reaching to entangle themselves around your middle to coax you into his chest. His face buries itself into your neck, teeth coming to clamp down as he uses his feet to push himself into you.

He’s groaning into your neck, teeth tightening as he pummels his cock into you repeatedly, eyes sewn shut at the overwhelming pleasure of your hot and sopping cunt. You’re practically wailing into his ear as he peeks an eye open to admire the milky ring at the base of his cock, watching in bliss as he fucks you.

“Oh my God! Fuck! Attagirl!” He’s leaning back against the coach, hand coming down onto your ass for a loud smack!

“Yes! Ride that cock, Angel.” Your head bobs back-and-forth as you nod, your hands balancing themselves on his chest. He grips your wrists tight, holding you down against him as he peers up at you, gaze hard and stern.

“Look at me.” He demands, hips roughly meeting yours, jolting your body forward as you yelp in surprise. You blink your eyes open to oblige him, squirming underneath his cold glare.

“Feels good, huh? Feels—hah—good, Dove? Hm?” His tone attempts to sound grim, yet his whimpers of pleasure fail to accommodate.

“Yes! You—you make me f-feel so good, Keigo.” He smirks at your admission, gleefully watching you keen, your body convulsing as he forces you against him. He can feel himself reaching his climax, permanently keeping his hips lifted to pump into with swift, short strokes.

“Gonna cum inside you, Baby. Gonna fuck my cum inside you.” He lets his head fall back, lewd cries falling from his raw and red lips, his tongue daring to slip from his mouth.

“Please please please please!” You beg shamelessly, he knows your thighs are probably burning so he goes back to forcing your hands in his, using them as leverage to ram himself into you. He’s beaming at the sound of your slutty pussy squelching noisily through the room.

“Shit! Cumming!” Letting out a final groan, he forces you down all the way on his cock as he feels your pussy twitch around him.

“Holy shit, Babe, yes.” You whimper softly as he pulls out, cum spilling out of you and onto his pants but he doesn’t care.

“Fuck, good girl.” He praises, planting kisses along your neck and up to your cheek. He watches curiously as you reach over to grab the forgotten joint to relight it. You flick the lighter one, two, three times before a tiny flame flickers to light, illuminating your face in a delicate glow. Placing the lighter down after taking a long inhale, you lean forward, nudging your lips to part his as your empty hand reaches to caress his face adoringly. You blow smoke into his mouth and into his lungs, grinning as he pets you.

“You’re so sexy…” Peck. “I love you so fucking much.” Peck. “My slutty girl.” Peck. Your kisses turn sloppy and careless as you sink back down onto him. He chuckles deeply, quickly scooping you up by your ass to carry you back into your room.

“Can’t get enough of me? Hm?” Your silly giggles provoking those frivolous butterflies to dance inside him. He buries himself into your neck again as he hugs you close, hopefully willing them away but your hand is in hair again, stroking tenderly as you place a careful kiss on his forehead. He smiles, finally beginning to fully embrace them instead.

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