#miss isa in her bag

[marlenesluv]

Uni to Paddock. (CL)

summary: reader is a beloved wag, but she keeps private for the most part. her socials are public, but she’s usually unable to visit her boyfriend, charles, during race weekends…but one weekend, she decides to show up and support her boyfriend.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!college/uni!reader

fc: alysia loo (alysialoo on insta)

note: charles is 26 rn, so i’m imagining reader as 20! not a huge age gap, but it’s there. also isa is back for this, i miss her sm rn. and, the grand prix that this is taking place in is Singapore. reader goes to uni in Monaco and lives with Charles in his house there.

warnings: none!

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y/n.user: slumped era

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y/nsogfanpage16: our mother posted guys!!! AHHHH

charles_leclerc: i miss you more than words can explain, mon chéri 😘

↳ y/n.user: i miss you more, char ❤️

user3: my study motivation fr

f1wags: i love when y/n posts, because it feels so rare these days 🥲

lewishamilton: roscoe misses you!!

↳ y/n.user: i miss roscoe so much🥹

user9: the way she’s casually friends with lewis hamilton?

↳ f1updates: well, her and charles have been dating for almost two years and i think she hangs out with the grid a lot when she’s not in school

papayabrofp: i love our ferrari wags frrr

isahernaez: can’t wait to hangout again💜

↳ y/n.user: 💜💜

ferrarifriends55: i love them, your honor

user2: missing her at the paddock rn :((

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twitter:

F1 Wag Updates @f1wagupdates • 3hr ago

Y/n Y/l/n has been spotted at the Singapore Changi Airport this morning, Tuesday, around 7:30am, getting off a flight from Monaco. Rumors think that Y/n is here for the Grand Prix this weekend, which we also think is true. We are so excited to finally see one of our favorite Ferrari Wags!!

↳ Y/n’s Fanssss @fpy/n16 • 3hr ago

Omgggg mother is gonna attend the gp?!?! Everyone STAY CALM AHHHHHHHHHG

↳ Papaya Posts @papayafpppp • 3hr ago

Y/n is literally so stunning. This outfit is soo cute!! If I could pull it off, I would be purchasing right now

↳ Ria @rialovesf1 • 3hr ago

The way that if it wasn’t for paparazzi we wouldn’t have known about Y/n coming to Singapore because she’s so secretive

↳ Lando Norris Fanpage!! @landoofp4 • 2hr ago

Ugh I loveeeee her fits sm, she’s so slay

↳ Formula 1 Posts @f1post • 2hr ago

Can’t wait for her to post with Charles again, I missed them so much

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charles_leclerc: let’s start the singapore weekend right👏

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y/n.user: my handsome man🖤

↳ charles_leclerc: ma belle fille

↳ author: translation-> my beautiful girl

user3: we need more face pics of y/n!! has she even face revealed to us?

↳ f1updates: she has! i think like 5ish months ago but you have to dig

↳ arianasf1blog: check my twitter, i’ll post the ones i have saved!!

arthur_leclerc: you got singapore in the bag🔥

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f1wags: y/n knows his angles so well, she knows we love these pics

↳ y/n.user: damn straight i do😘

↳ f1wags: MOTHER REPLIED TO ME⁉️❤️🥹

maxverstappen1: i would actually like picture credits for that middle picture. thank you

↳ charles_leclerc: you’re welcome

↳ maxverstappen1: 🤨

user8: we are fed 🤲💓

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twitter:

Ariana @arianasf1blog • 2hr ago

In order of appearance, top left to bottom right, I will explain where I got these pics from!!

Top left is from Y/n’s Instagram story a few months ago when Charles’ mom, Pascale, did her hair. The next one is from Daniels Instagram when she went on a hike with him, Scotty, and Charles. The third is from the Valentino Instagram page when she went to an event. Bottom left is from Landos Instagram story after a race last year in Monaco and they went to a party. The next one is from one of Lilys Instagram dumps. Y/n went to lunch with her, Alex, and Charles. The last one is from Kika’s Instagram Post when they went to a Beyoncé concert with Isa and Lily!! I have some more but here’s some for new fans :))

↳ Piasstri Fp @oscassfp • 2hr ago

Omg thank you sm for sharing!! I’ve been a McLaren fan for years but I never got involved with Wags until recently. She’s soooo pretty!!!

↳ Devin @devsblab • 1hr ago

I love Y/n, she’s so down to earth👏 Her and Isa are the cutest friends!!

↳ F1 Updates @f1updatepage • 1hr ago

Loving the Y/n appreciation. Her and Charles are so sweet together. The rare paparazzi pics we get of them, I cherish bc they are so cute

↳ Sarah @sarahlara8 • 1hr ago

Do I wanna be Y/n…or be WITH Y/n?!?!

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y/n.user: missed studying in the paddock❤️📚

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charles_leclerc: my lucky charm🍀❤️

↳ y/n.user: i love you❤️ you’re going to do amazing

↳ charles_leclerc: i love you too, amor❤️

f1wags: shes baaacckkkkk🙏

user4: our studious wag!!!!

dtsedits81: does y/n have a job or is she j a student rn?

↳ y/nsogfp: i think she works part time in monaco at a bookshop :)

isahernaez: can’t wait to hangout more :) i missed you so much

↳ y/n.user: i missed you too isa!! :)

scuderiaferrari: great to have you back!!🏎️

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user9: we need content mom!!!

ferrariwagpage: she’s soooo prettyyy

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y/n.user: heard you missed me?

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charles_leclerc: 🔥❤️

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user3: YES WE MISSED YOU OMGGGGG

y/nfp16: we got pictures guys- OMG

ferrarifppp: mottherrrrr🙏🙏

charandy/n4: she’s barbie and he’s j ken

↳ user1: studious barbie and vroom ken

landonorris: didnt miss you, j saw you an hour ago

↳ y/n.user: boooo loser

user6: we missed you so much queen

isahernaez: marry me

↳ y/n.user: let’s go

16vroom55: carlos and charles are shaking in their boots 😭 y/n and isa are too cuteeee

wagfits: holyyyyy. mother is mothering

lilymhe: i miss you!!🙋‍♀️

↳ y/n.user: i miss you!!😘

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F1 Wag Updates @f1wagupdates • 4hr ago

Update on Y/n Y/l/n and Charles Leclerc!! Y/n has posted with Charles in Singapore a few hours ago. She captioned it “heard you missed me?” And yes, yes we did miss her!!!

There have been a few new photos as well of Y/n with Isa at the Ferrari Paddock during qualifying and practice. The pair are practically inseparable, getting food together, posting pictures, and supporting their boyfriends together.

We are so happy to see more of Y/n after a few months of her at university. Hopefully she will post again soon. We all missed you, Y/n!!!❤️

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[baby-yongbok]

Backseat

Boyfriend!Seungmin x Afab!Reader

♡ Genre - Smut ♡ Word Count - 4.1k ♡ Summary - Your open relationship with your boyfriend has one rule. What happens when you break it? ✧ Masterlist ✧

♡ A/N: Seungmin's look at the Chanel pop-up event killed me. That's it. That's the tweet. I hope that you enjoy! 💕+ reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡ MDNI ♡ Warnings: Themes of open relationships, very light degradation - blink and you'll miss it, spit play?? - like, not really? but just to be safe, Dom Seungmin vibes & Seungmin is hot [I think that's all]

“Where did you even meet that guy?” The beeping of the microwave punctuated Sarina’s sentence and the other two girls all hummed in curiosity. It’s a typical girls night for the four of you. Sarina brings the drinks, Isa brings the snacks, Winter provides her Netflix password and more snacks and you allow them all into your apartment to listen to stories about your latest intimate escapades. 

“That restaurant downtown, Gammeeok. I dropped my keys and he chased me down to return them.” You drop the steaming bag of popcorn into the bowl, handing it off to Winter to take care of. “How charming.” Isa teases with a laugh and you all follow.

“So, like, Seungmin won’t be mad that you slept with some stranger? He really doesn’t care?” You nod as you stuff your mouth with a fist full of popcorn, humming and shrugging to save yourself time. “He doesn’t care. The only rule is that I can’t sleep with his friends and he can’t sleep with mine.”

“And you don’t tell him about the guys you sleep with?” 

“Mm, nope. He tells me about his hook-ups sometimes but he doesn’t really care to hear about mine. He just likes to know when they happen. He’s watched me fuck someone before but it was a one time thing.” A collective ‘oh’ echoes around the group of you as the girls exchange looks. “That’s hot.” Winter mumbles as she flips through the Netflix options and Isa shakes her head.

“My boyfriend would actually explode if that were our dynamic.” Sarina scoffs and the other girls agree before falling off into a new conversation of ‘what if’s’.

 Your phone buzzes under you as you all break out into a fit of hysterics. Your laugh dies in your throat once you read the message on your screen. The black letters typed by your boyfriend read, ‘I’m outside’, and you can feel your heart start to hammer. You weren’t supposed to see him until tomorrow morning.

 You text him back quickly, letting him know that it’s girls night and your friends weren’t leaving until the morning. Your phone buzzes with a reply seconds later, surely he said that he’d just see you tomorrow right? You can feel a shadow of anxiety as you read the new text. ‘You can leave them for a sec. Don’t you wanna see me?’

That text seems innocent right? Then why is your leg bouncing like he just sent you a ‘we need to talk’ text. I mean he did just get back from a family vacation today, maybe he just really missed you. Yeah, he got excited to see you, that’s it. 

“Helloooo, earth to y/n.” With the snap of Winter’s fingers your head snaps up to the girls across from you. “Everything cool? We were talking about rewatching Thirty-Nine or are you feeling something different?”

You open and close your mouth once or twice before you manage to look down at your phone and type a quick ‘coming’ to Seungmin. You pull yourself up from your armchair and grab a hoodie that you think is yours but you’re really not sure right now and you honestly don’t care much either.

“That’s fine but I - I have to - I’ll be right back.” 

“What’s up?” Isa asks and you sigh before doing your best to reassure them that everything is A-ok. They tease you as you unlock your front door, telling you that if you’re gone for more than five minutes that they just know that Seungmin is ruining you. You brush it off with an eye roll and make your way to the lobby of your building. There’s a comfortable breeze that you're thankful for since you’re only in your loungewear.

You look around for any sign of Seungmin’s car for a second before your phone buzzes again. ‘4 cars down to the left.’ 

You follow his direction, walking a couple of steps before his car comes into sight. You notice that Seungmin is absent from the driver's seat and as you get closer you can faintly make out his figure in the back seat. You open the door and slide in next to him once you reach the car, closing the door softer than usual in case you’re wrong about the reason for his impromptu visit. 

“Hey, baby, welcome back.” You lean into him, planting a chaste kiss on his lips that he returns with no problem. “This is a surprise.”

He’s not making any faces, his eyebrows aren’t furrowed like they usually are when he’s upset and he’s smirking at you though you can’t say that it seems entirely friendly. “I had to see you. Missed you.”

Your heart plays hopscotch inside your chest for a moment though you can’t tell if it’s because he’s being sweet or because of your looming anxiety. “You were gonna see me tomorrow, did you get too excited to tell me about your trip?” You try to relax into your seat. Maybe there’s nothing wrong, maybe it’s all in your head.

“Mm, not really, no.” Fuck it, something is up he’s too laid back. “Actually there was something that I was dying to tell you about.”

Bingo. You look over at him, wide anxious eyes boring into his dark ones. “Answer this for me, sweetie.” He pulls his phone from the pocket of his leather jacket. You hadn’t even noticed that he was wearing the gift you gave him this past year for his birthday. He looks damn good in it as always.

 Okay, wait, stop gawking. Focus. 

“Do you recognize this guy?” A bright smile parts his lips as your jaw goes slack. You stare at the picture on his phone screen, eyes darting between Seungmin and the guy next to him. The guy you fucked a day ago. “Gotta use your words.”

“I- well, yeah.” You blink up at him, worry plastered on every muscle of your face. Seungmin takes a moment to rest his hand on your bouncing leg, soothing circles into the clothed flesh. Okay, so he’s not really that mad. “I did something bad didn’t I?”

He tsks, huffing a short laugh as he locks his phone and slips it back into his pocket. “Mm, I mean you fucked my roommate from college so, you tell me.” You whine, covering your eyes with your hands.

“I had no idea, baby, really.” 

“I know, I don’t think that you did this on purpose.” The pads of his fingers dig into your thigh and he pulls you closer to him. “Just imagine my surprise when Hyunjin picks me up from the airport and starts raving about a girl who sucked his soul from him.” You groan again, wiggling a bit as he pulls you into his side, throwing his arm around you. 

“I was even more surprised when he showed me the video.” You gasp so loud and fast that you nearly choke. You forgot about the video.

“Oh fuck, oh no, I fucked up.” There’s a burning at the back of your eyes that matches the feeling in your chest. You should’ve been more careful but you aren’t exactly the type to vet your hook-up’s like a gun shop doing a background check. “I’m so sorry, Seungmin. I swear that if I would’ve known I wouldn’t have gone home with him.”

“I already told you that I believe you, baby.” He draws circles into the bare skin of your shoulder, it sends a chill up your spine. “But, I must admit that a punishment is something that I find appropriate for this situation.” 

You peer up at him through your thick lashes, trying your best to blink away the tears threatening to fall. A punishment? You can do that. 

“Anything, Min. I truly am sorry.”

“Show me, don’t tell me.” You move to unbuckle his belt, swallowing hard as you fiddle with the metal. “Nuh uh.” 

You hum, confused. There are a couple of punishments that are commonly used by Seungmin and fucking your tiny throat to the point of tears is usually his favorite. “I have something else in mind.” 

He gently places his hands on your hips, pulling you into his lap so that you're straddling him. You rest your hands on the back of the seat, more than familiar with this position since he’s taken you in the back seat more times than you can count. 

“I already heard everything from Hyunjin. He recalled the scenario in grave detail.” Seungmin keeps his eyes on you as his nimble fingers twirl the string to your pajama pants. “Now what I want you to do..”

He pulls at the string, undoing the bow. “Is tell me your side of the story.” Your breath catches in your throat.

“What do you.. mean?” He pulls at the waistband of your pants gently. 

“I wanna hear it from your point of view.” He smiles at you, that teasing gleam in his eye that you know means trouble. “ I want you to tell me how he felt, how he sounded, how he tasted.” 

You involuntarily grind into him as you start to recall the events of that night. “But… you never wanna hear about that stuff. Are you sure?”

“What did I just ask for?” His large hand squeezes your thigh and you jump at the pressure. “Does my puppy think that I don’t know what I want?” 

“No no, I’m sorry. I’m just - just nervous I think.” He grins up at you, there’s a softness to it that relaxes you. 

“Don’t be nervous, I just want you to tell me all about it, okay? I won’t think of you any differently. I won’t love you any less.” His lips brush against yours, slow and soft as he teases a kiss. “I just want you to tell me how he fucked you.” He plants the kiss, soft and rough, hungry and gentle. A contradiction. 

“Can you do that for me?” He whispers against your lips and you shake your head. You’re already getting hazy and he’s barely touched you. “Say it.”

“I can do that. I’ll tell you how he fucked me.” He slips his hand down the front of your pants, the tips of his finger grazing over your pubic mound in a tickling touch that makes you buck into him. 

“Go on, pup. Speak.”

“Okay- uh where do you want me to start?” He hums, looking up in false contemplation.

“Start from the moment that you got to his place. I’ve already heard the beginning. He told me all about you sucking him off in his car.” He grins, clearly enjoying the effect that that sentence had on you. You nod your head, trying your best to block out his tantalizing touch lingering inches from your clit. 

“Well, he offered me something to drink… we shared a bottle of soju.” Seungmin’s gaze is burning into you as you speak. Attentive with a hint of something unrecognizable. He tongues his cheek a bit, something that he does when he’s thinking or listening. “ I was complaining about finishing my share of it too quickly so he offered me some of his… he said that.. He, uh..”

Seungmin’s finger crawls down your mound brushing against your clit and drawing your attention back you him. Your nervous gaze meets his steady one. “Focus on me.” He applies a bit more pressure and you squirm in his lap. “Speak, baby.”

“He said that he’d give it to me if he could feed it to me.” 

“He poured it into your mouth?” You shake your head and Seungmin starts to ghost his finger back and forth over your bud, you sigh at the feather light contact. 

“He put it in his mouth and tipped my head back then he spit it into my mouth.” A heavy breath escapes your boyfriend, flaring his nostrils as he processes the information. “Then he kissed me.”

“With tongue?” You nod and he presses firmly against your clit. Your hips grind into the touch before you can fully process it but Seungmin’s free hand grounds you to his lap. “What did he taste like?”

You moan, the mixture of smooth circles being rubbed into your aching bud and recalling the nasty memories of the night before is sending a surge through your system. “Soju, mint, a bit of- a bit of - cake.” He lets up, returning to his featherlight touch.

“Cake?” You nod, sucking in a long breath. “We shared some before we got to his place.”

“How romantic.” He teases, rolling his eyes. “Did he fuck you on the couch?”

“Nuh uh, his bed.” Seungmin, removes his hand and dips his pointer and middle finger into his mouth. You watch as his tongue laves over the digits carefully before his hand snakes back into your pants. “We made out on the couch, he undressed me and sucked my nipples. He fingered me a bit and I jerked him off.” 

That delicious pressure is reapplied when you give him more details. He rubs tight circles over you with his spit slick fingers. So that’s how you win this game? The more details you give the more pleasure you get. A moan erupts from your chest, echoing through the car and dying in the stuffy space. 

“Did you come when he sucked your nipples?” You shake your head and he tsks, a faint grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. “So sensitive.”

“He said the same thing. He told me he’s never met a girl who could cum from that. He kept sucking them and they were so s-sensitive.” You’re gushing at this point, ruining your flimsy panties and dampening the crotch of your pajamas. “I jerked him off while he did it. He was moaning and he - he sounded..” 

Seungmin slows down his ministrations when you seem to get lost in the pleasure. You look down at him, desperate eyes pleading for more but his stern gaze tells you exactly what you already know. You have to earn it. “How’d he sound, baby?”

“He sounded so.. So pretty, Min. I told him he sounds as pretty as he looks.”

“Prettier than me?” Is he teasing? Or is he jealous? Is it both? No matter, you shake your head, sating any sprout of jealousy that may be budding in his chest. 

“Never. No one is.” Seungmin smiles, you’re so pretty like this. Glazed eyes staring into his in a desperate attempt at proving that you’re the good girl that he knows you are. Your drooling cunt pulsing against his fingers, silently asking to be filled. Desperately begging to be fucked.

“Go on.” 

“He picked me up and carried me to his bed. He bent me over it and fucked me like that.” He taps your clit, prompting you to give him more but that’s not what does it. It’s the tight feeling of his cock straining against his jeans underneath you that gets you to start rambling. 

“He didn’t fill me up like you do though. You’re thicker than him, you make me feel so much fuller.” You get the pressure you were craving, wide sloppy circles leave you chasing the stimulation. 

“Tryna suck up to me, pup?” You deny it, shaking your head frantically. “ I don’t need you to tell me that I fuck you better. I know I do.”

“Okay, s-sorry.” Your eyes are squeezed shut, your breathing is starting to pick up and Seungmin decides to allow your hips to chase his movement. That decision was more in his favor than yours since the grinding of your hips gives him the stimulation that he’s dying for. He’s never found himself interested in the details of your sexual escapades. Just the knowledge that you’ve been with someone else was enough to get him off but this is different. It’s delicious and finds himself hanging on to every single word that leaves your lips.

“He fucked me from behind and he - he was spanking me. He spanked me and I moaned - oh my god - I moaned for him just like t-that. He told me - told me that I was dripping and making a fucking mess. He called me his messy baby and he wrapped his hand around my hair and - and pulled my head back - Fuck, Min, fuck fuck fuck.”

This is exactly what he wanted. Your tongue peeking from between your lips and your eyes hazy with need. He wanted you fucked out and pliable. He wanted you to relax. He can know anything that he wants now and selfishly he wants to know more. He wants to know everything.

“Mmm is that right?” His fingers dip between your folds, collecting your slick and spreading it over your clit “If my messy baby tells me more she can feel my fingers fill her up.”

“God, yes, please. Need it, need it.”

“Gotta speak, pup.”

“Okay - uh uh after he fucked me like that I got on top and I rode his cock and - and he felt deeper like that and he looked so so pretty under me and I- Oh fuck, Seungmin.” Your head fell back in a moan as his digits sunk into you. He sighed as your tight walls squeezed him as a literal warm welcome to his favorite place on this earth. 

“Tell me how you rode him while you ride my fingers.” His free hand trails up your stomach, his larghetto touches a clear contrast to the pornographic moans and squelches filling the small space. His fingers wrap around your neck once he reaches your clavicle, his nails digging in ever so slightly.

“Eyes on me, lemme see you.” Your lids flutter open revealing your hazy orbs to your lover. His cock twitches at the sight. “Tell me.”

You gulp, there’s too much spit in your mouth but at the same time your throat feels dry. You want to cry, it feels so good. So dirty. “I pinned his hands above his head - fuck.” 

Seungmin could’ve lost it there. That could’ve made him bust but he kept his composure. The mental image of you grinding on his friend's dick while you pinned him to the bed made him feel things that he never imagined. 

He scissored his fingers against your clenching walls, encouraging you to give him more. You blinked, once, twice before trying to regain your composure. “And I was grinding in a circle, he was looking up at me like I hung the fucking stars in the sky and I felt s-so fucking good. So fucking powerful. When I started fucking him he was praising me.”

Seungmin’s cock is leaking, dripping and making a sticky mess in his briefs but he couldn't care less than he does right now. Not when he has you bouncing over his fingers with the most filthy memories being recited from your plump drooling lips. “What did he call you?”

“Pretty. He said ‘m so pretty and - and he said - he said that I’m the best fuck he’s had in so long. Said I use his cock so well. He - He said -” He fucks his fingers deeper into you and you can’t help but pause, gasping for air as you struggle to keep your eyes open. 

“What’s the matter? Hyunjin got your tongue?” You cry out, panting as he fucks you deep against your g-spot. “Did you like when he praised you?” You shake your head so fast that it nearly looks like you’re throwing your neck in a circle. Seungmin chuckles, how cute.

“Does my girl want me to praise her more?” A drooling whimper escapes you and Seungmin leans forward to lick the dribble from the corner of your mouth. Planting a kiss on the spot. 

“Does she want me to tell her how good she feels when she opens up for me?” A rush of arousal floods out of you and for a second you can swear that you’ve never been this wet in your entire life. Seungmin is the only partner who has ever left you feeling completely satisfied yet right now you feel like this is so much more. He’s unlocked a new level. 

“Such a good dumb pup.” He rasps, darkness clouding his tone. “You’re such a pleasure to use.” He kisses you, it’s sloppy and rough. “Is that how you want it done?”

Words don’t make sense anymore. Not with Seungmin’s fingers fucking into you so deep that you could see stars. The fuzzy streaks of the streetlights hypnotizes you as he fucks you closer and closer to the release building up in the pit of your stomach. “How else did he fuck you?”

You snap back to reality, tongue hanging from your open mouth. You attempt to refocus your gaze but to no prevail. “Against the… the wall.” You’re breathless, spent, you’re close.

“Baby.” Seungmin growls, calling your attention as he thrusts into you especially rough. “Did Hyunjin cum inside of this cunt?”

Your anxiety would be creeping up your spine again if there wasn’t already a thick sheet of pleasure encasing it. Fuck, you forgot about that rule. “Answer. Me.” His words are punctuated with a punishing thrust, effectively drawing an answer out of you. 

“Yes, yes h-he did. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m s- Fuck, Min, Seung - Seungmin, fuck.” This is the part where it feels like a punishment. The way that Seungmin’s fingers hammer into you  while his thumb rubs at your clit is dizzying. The stars littering your vision get brighter with every thrust. 

“I’m sorry.” You cry out as a tear escapes the corner of your eye. He kisses it away. A gentle action that is a stark contrast to the way that he’s pounding you.

“You thought you could get away with that, huh?” He rasps, leaning you forward so that your back is resting on the seat in back of you. His free hand supports your lower back while the other abuses your cunt. “You know better.” 

Your moans and screams do little to deter him from ruining you. Your palm lays flat against the foggy window giving a clear indication of what the two of you are doing on this warm Tuesday night, if your screams weren’t enough of a sign. “You know that only I get to fill this pussy. You know that.” He pulls away from you abruptly, leaving you panting, empty and spasming around nothing. You whine as you try to catch your breath. 

He gives himself a second to take you in but really it’s a second for him to avoid busting in his jeans. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” You’re breathless but he knows you mean it. His eyes don’t show it but he’s already forgiven you. He slips his hand back into your pants and feels around your soaked cunt. 

Seungmin closes his eyes for a second, taking in every beautiful inch of you. He can see it if he closes his eyes, he’s spent so many hours between your thighs that he’s got it memorized. 

“You’re so fucking wet.” He groans, losing himself for a moment. “Are you wet for me or him?” 

“You.” He leans you up so that your forehead rests against his. He starts rubbing at your clit again, gradually building up speed. 

“Say it again. Tell me my puppy is only this wet for me.” His free hand guides your hips against him and he moans at the friction. His cock jumps - or tries to jump - against the tight fabric. 

“Your puppy is only wet for you, baby. Only you.” His fingers move faster, the knot in your stomach pulls tighter, you’re close. So close.

“Again, baby, you only get this dumb for me right? Only get this wet for me.”

“Only you, Min. Only you.” Your rhythm falters as your orgasm starts to spill over. 

“Tell me you love me, pup. Tell me.” He breathes and you inhale deeply, exhaling with a shaky declaration of love as your orgasm rips through you. 

“I love you, I love you, I love -” He cuts you off with a kiss, groaning against you as he busts in his jeans. You grind against him as he bucks up into you and the two of you ride out your orgasms together. His tongue explores your mouth in a feverish kiss, moans tumble from the both of you and you only pull away when the burning in your lungs starts to become unbearable. 

“I love you too.” 

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[allywthsr]

EARLY CHRISTMAS | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando celebrate an early Christmas with Carlos and Rebecca

wordcount: 1.5k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: Rebecca is Carlos‘ girlfriend

notes: what are we thinking? I hope you are okay with me using Rebecca?

advent calendar

”When are they coming, baby?“

”Carlos sent me a message, that they landed about an hour ago, with collecting their luggage and getting a taxi, they should be here any minute, my love.“

You were currently waiting for Carlos and his girlfriend Rebecca to arrive at your Monaco home. Lando and you invited the two for your annual early Christmas, which you always held with Carlos, last year it was still with Isa, but this year it was Rebecca. You‘ve met her before, and you two got along, but today you wanted to get to know her better, you wanted Rebecca to have someone she could come to during a race and whenever she needed someone.

Lando came into the kitchen, where you were checking, again, if all the foods were ready to eat, ”I know you love Isa, but please give Rebecca a chance, she‘s the new girlfriend of Carlos and we gotta accept it“, he closed his arms around your shoulders and pulled you in for a hug, with a peck to your forehead he tried to comfort you.

He knew how heavy your heart was today, for the five years you two had been together, the four of you always celebrated Christmas early, with a feast, and sitting under the tree to open presents. Each year it was held at someone else’s house, five years ago, Lando and you started and celebrated in Woking, where Lando had his house at that time, the year after that it was held in Spain, where Carlos had his own house, and the rest of the years continued like that. This year it was Lando��s and your turn, and you hosted it in your Monaco home.

You already called Isa today, not to rub it in her face or anything, you wouldn’t even have mentioned that it happened, if she hadn’t started talking about it herself.

She knew you always held it around this time, and she also knew how you felt, she felt the same way. Isa might not be in a relationship with Carlos anymore, but she cared about you and Lando, she missed you as equally as you missed her. When you joined Lando at his first GP, she was the one who started talking to you and introduced you to the wag world. Ever since you tried to meet up with her regularly, which, thanks to Formula One, happened often. Now it was less often, you tried to talk over the phone every week, but with work and other stuff, you two rarely found the time.

She asked you about the food you served and what kind of presents you got everyone, she even told you that Carlos would love the gift you got him. It was a self-designed golf bag, with chili’s and the Spanish flag all over it, it may be a simple thing, but you knew he would love it.

For Rebecca, you got a gift set from your favorite skincare brand, a pair of fuzzy socks, some tea, and a mug for the tea. You didn’t know what she would like, so you got her some obvious things almost every girl likes. You got a simple bracelet for Lando, it was a leather band and had your and his initials engraved in it. It wasn’t his actual Christmas present, that was wrapped and waited for actual Christmas to come.

Lando got Carlos a fan collection of the game of Thrones series, the DVDs in a special edition case, mostly just for decoration purposes instead for the DVDs, but it was the special steal edition and Carlos would love it. For Rebecca, he got her a bathing set, might be boring but you two didn’t know her enough to get her something more for her.

The four presents were safely wrapped in wrapping paper under the tree, Lando’s were a bit more wonky and uneven, but you insisted he wrapped it himself, it was more special that way.

With one last kiss to Lando’s lips, you freed yourself from his grip and went into the living room, where you switched on the lights on the tree and lit the candles on the table.

You sighed at the idea of hosting someone else than Isa, but before you could spend another thought to that, the doorbell rang and Lando and you went to open the door.

Carlos was wearing a hoodie and some denim, while Rebecca was wearing a red sparkly dress and held a bouquet in her hands.

”Hey you guys, come inside“, you ushered them inside and before you could say another thing, Rebecca gave you the flowers with a: ”these are for you“, and hugged you shortly. You returned the hug and kissed her cheeks, and you gave Carlos a big hug, you hadn’t seen him since the last race. Lando gave Carlos a big hug as well and gave Rebecca a friendly squeeze. You two didn’t know her enough to greet her like an old friend.

The two put their presents under the tree and settled at the table after a trip to the bathroom to wash their hands. Lando filled everyone’s glasses with their drink wishes and sat down next to you, touching your thigh to try and calm you down, without Isa, it wasn’t the same.

”So, what have you done so far during the break?“, you looked at Carlos and Rebecca and waited for someone to answer.

”Just chill and enjoy the peace.“

Carlos nodded with Rebecca's words and you smiled at her. The uncomfortable silence was loud and you let out a sigh.

”Who’s ready for the starter?“

You and Lando got up and went into the kitchen, you were about to grab the pot of sweet potato soup and pour it into the plates, but Lando grabbed your waist before you could and pulled you to his chest.

”Please baby, relax. It’s going to be fine, the beginning is awkward, but I’m sure it's fine after the starters.“

You nodded and grabbed the ladle, filling the plate with the soup. Lando and you brought the plates back to the table, you sat down and wished everyone to enjoy their meal.

During the starters, things did get more comfortable, everyone started talking and laughing. You got to know Rebecca more, and saw another side of her than the media. She asked questions back and genuinely seemed interested.

”And now you work for quadrant?“

”Yes, I keep track of every video, and also some merch inquirers come my way.“

”That’s interesting!“

”It is, and you are a model?“

”Yep, I think it’s fun, you always look pretty and I like having my picture taken.“

You nodded while scooping the last bit of your dessert in your mouth.

Lando also relaxed after he saw you and Rebecca talking so openly, the girls cleaned the table while the boys settled already on the couch, to open the present in a second. You placed the plates on the counter, to put them into the dishwasher once you had the time, but you joined your boyfriend and Carlos on the couch, the boys already excited to see what they got.

Everyone grabbed one present and you opened yours first, it was from Rebecca. Underneath the wrapping paper hid a luxurious phone case, it was your favorite luxurious brand and fitted your phone perfectly. You quickly hugged her and thanked her multiple times, Lando opened his present next. It was yours, he opened the lid from the box and his eyes lit up, ”Thank you, baby! I love it.“

He held it to you and his wrist as well, indicating that he wanted you to put it on, you quickly closed the band and stroked over the back of his hand. Lando kissed your cheek and looked at Carlos, waiting for him to open Lando’s present.

When he ripped the paper from the metal box, he let out a gasp, ”Cabrón! I love it, thank you“, he boxed against Lando’s arm and smiled down at the collection.

Rebecca opened hers last, it was yours, she loved the tea and the mug, but especially the skincare set you got her, she said she needed new skincare stuff and always wanted to try this brand.

Presents were opened until only the wrapping paper lay under the tree, everyone liked their gifts and you could relax. Carlos couldn’t wait to go golfing with Lando and his new golf bag tomorrow. Rebecca was a sweetheart and you could see yourself spending more time with her while the boys were playing golf and in the paddock, introducing her to the others like Isa had done with you.

You were already excited for next year.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #formula 1 #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando norris one shot #lando imagine #christmas #carlos sainz

[suhlogic]

home is wherever we are [kim mingyu x fem!oc] 🔞

genre: fluff, smut, established relationship, non idol au, mingyu's a soft dom

warnings: unprotected sex, size kink, rough sex, dom!kmg, sub!oc

[8:00am]

liz just landed in seoul, the weight of the jet lag dawning on her during the ride from the airport, she just wished mingyu picked her up but she was going to surprise her boyfriend and didn't want to feel like a bother waking him up knowing that the preparations for the upcoming comeback definitely has him sleeping in after pouring all those late nights in the studio and practice room with the boys.

the drive from the airport was a bit longer than she expected but it was a relief as her  friends, jeonghan and soonyoung insisted on picking her up. seoul in the spring was still cold—although not as harsh during the winter, it was a good balance of everything she loved. especially knowing that mingyu was at home made her smile at the thought of him.

"hey, where are you guys? i'm already outside the airport" she said on the phone. “liz, we're just going to park then we’ll go to you.” jeonghan says as you hear soonyoung in the background reply, “we can already see you, we’ll be there in a bit.” she replied back with a simple okay and waited for the two to help with her luggages. 

they finally met up and it did not take long for the three of them to hug each other as the best friends reunited despite her just being in manila for a week to visit family. it was always a no-brainer for her that the moment she was introduced to mingyu they hit it off so quickly and for the first time that night, she felt like she knew him for a lifetime already. 

the drive on the way to their home was relaxing, it didn’t feel too heavy for her and it helped that jeonghan and soonyoung were talking to her too asking about the trip and telling her how mingyu was when she was away. as she looked out into seoul’s skyline, she dozed off to alleviate the jet lag as the chattering of her two friends droned on for the rest of the drive. 

[10:30am]

the car pulls over to the familiar facade of mingyu and isa’s house as soonyoung wakes her up and says, “liz-ssi, we’re already here. jeonghan hyung is just getting your stuff from the back.” she gets out of the car and is greeted by the cold breeze and bright sun— the smile on her face had love written all over her not being able to hide the fact that she was going to see mingyu behind that door. the three of them exchanged their goodbyes as she set foot on the steps of the house. isa began to fumble for her keys but mingyu beat her to it and she was greeted by her boyfriend whose hair was slightly sticking up all over the place wearing just a sweater and a pair of gray sweatpants with a sleepy smile on his face. she dropped her bags and immediately jumped into his arms to hug him tightly, “hi, love…” she says smiling as she cupped his face, “i missed you so much,” mingyu held her closer and tucked in a lock of hair behind her ear, “the house felt so lonely without you,” he whispers before immediately kissing the tip of her nose. 

he put her down on her feet and held her hand as they walked together into the living room. she began to take off her coat and hoodie, only now left with just a tank top thick enough for the cold outside and the warmth in their house as mingyu brought her luggage and bags near the stairs. “baby, come here please,” she says with a pout while patting the spot next to her on the couch. he couldn’t resist how pretty she still looked despite being on the plane for hours yet she was being so tempting so early in the morning. he lays down next to her on the couch as they both begin to cuddle each other closer, isa being the little spoon playing with his hand constantly comparing it to hers.  “angel, have you eaten yet?” gyu asks, looking at her intently. “i haven’t.” she says as he begins to get up but isa stops him. “no baby, i’m still okay, it can wait—i just wanna cuddle up with you now.” mingyu smiles at how touch-starved she was for him and cuddles her up again. “you missed me so much?” he smiles bashfully, “i didn’t get to cuddle and kiss you for days, it’s so bad.” she pouts. she’s definitely thinking of being fucked by him so early now mingyu thought. 

mingyu lies down beside her, feet up on the coffee table as she’s snuggled into his firm and broad chest. “love, do you wanna do anything today?” he says as his chin rests on top of her head. “we could just go to anyang again tomorrow? i love the park there.” she says absentmindedly while drawing imaginary scribbles of nothing on his chest, “but now i just want you,” she says with a mischievous smirk, adjusting to sit herself up to kiss his jawline and was returned by a smile from him. “you’re not at all tired aren’t you?” he says in a low voice with a hint of morning grogginess still present. “no, who said i was?” she says as she begins to sit on his lap facing him and wrapping her arms around his nape and kissed him fervently. mingyu’s hands roamed across her body and began to feel her up under her shirt, she suddenly pulled away from the kiss moaning in pleasure because of how good his warm hands felt. “baby, please…do something,” she sighed in desperation. “gonna have to use your words angel,” he whispers as he left kisses on her neck and jaw. 

“daddy, please i need you inside me,” she whines as he sends a smile back at her while he takes her shirt off. liz grinds harder against his clothed dick and feels him getting harder by the second. “atta girl, that’s more like it,” he says. mingyu proceeds to stand up and carry her, she didn’t even question his strength and height as he always  frequented the gym with seungcheol and wonwoo. 

“jump.” he says as he puts his hands on her ass while not breaking the desperate and steamy makeout session on the way to their shared bedroom.  her clothes were scattered across their home but she didn’t care one bit, all she cared about was having mingyu to herself after a week of being so touch-starved. he lays her down gently on their bed before he removes his sweater, liz kept herself occupied by fondling her huge tits and rubbing her clit as she smiled naughtily at him. mingyu’s eyes right now were far from the kind, loving, and happy ones she was always used to. they were now filled with lust and desperation, “hmm, did i tell you to touch yourself?” he said tauntingly as he cupped her face and kissed her once more before sucking and leaving hickeys all over her chest and stomach, even down to her thighs. his hot breath comes in contact with her thin and flimsy lace panties as he took them off gently. “so pretty, all spread out for me yeah?” he says as he places his head in between her thighs and begins to eat her out, licking her wetness making figure eights with his tongue and sucking on her clit making her moan loudly. mingyu rubs his  thumb against the bud of her wet clit and inserts his middle finger inside her which made her arch her back and let out a whiny moan, "gyu, i need you so bad baby..." he continues to move his digits slowly as he kisses her lips, tongues intertwining with each other. "patience, princess, daddy's just takin' his time with you, hmm?" he whispers.

seeing her close her eyes in pleasure and moan his name drove mingyu crazy. he starts to finger her faster, "daddy, please i'm so close..." she whines. "cum for me baby, come on." he smirks as he kisses her forehead while curling his fingers inside her. she looks so spent and needy for his dick lying so prettily on their shared bed as mingyu begins to rid himself of his sweatpants. he wasn't wearing a pair of boxers underneath, just his huge, long, and thick dick slapping against his perfectly sculpted abs. its red angry tip oozing with precum. "fuck, so gorgeous looking all spread out for me," he groans as he hovers on top of her once again. mingyu teases her folds with his manhood as she lets out a moan.

 "baby please put it in," she whispers. "'m just adjusting angel, don't wanna hurt you.." no matter how many times they fucked, mingyu's size was still something she needed to get used to. although deep down she loves the size difference they have, and so does he. they both moan at how his dick fills her up, "fuck, baby you're so tight...just all mine,huh?" he groans. mingyu's always been such a talker during sex and it drives her crazy especially with how he's got her under him, her legs put on both of his shoulders as mingyu thrusts inside her tight and warm pussy slowly hitting spots that made her see stars and moan more. as he fastens his pace, he begins to kiss the side of her ankle. 

"fuck baby, you drive me insane," he says as she removes her legs from where they're positioned and begins to put them on his lower back, caging him in as she feels him hit deeper and harder as the tip of his dick kisses into her cervix. "daddy, i'm close please...go faster," she pleads, teary-eyed from the hellish yet pleasurable actions they've been doing. mingyu's other hand travels to her neck as he slightly chokes her while his thrusts get harder and sloppier, nearing his climax. "angel, i'm getting close too...let's cum together yeah?" he moans as he fondles her boobs once more leaning down to kiss her all over her face. "fuck, baby please...pretty girl..." he moans as liz feels his thick warm ropes fill her up. 

mingyu kisses her face once more and removes himself on top of liz . "babe, are you good? was i too rough?" he asks gently with his eyes now softening up. "no, gyu i'm  okay...i liked it" she smiles, now facing her lover beside her. he laughs at how smitten and blushed she looks, "okay love, i'll just get a towel to clean you up okay?" as mingyu got up, she begins to smile more at herself thinking how lucky she was to have the man of her dreams. his broad back facing her from their shared bathroom and he catches her smile again once he got out to wipe both of them off of the mess they made. 

after cleaning up, mingyu pulls her close against his chest and covers their entangled bodies with the duvet to keep them warm. "i missed you so much," he says as she's now facing him, his huge, toned arms wrapped around her body. "i missed you too, gyu," she smiles tiredly. "hmm, is there anything you want to do later?" he asks softly. "let's just stay in, love, i'm still so sore" she says in between laughs. "okay, let's just sleep again and go out for dinner later, yeah?" he says as he kisses the tip of her nose again— the two lovers falling into deep slumber once again after being apart for a week and for liz, this is where she's at her happiest with mingyu, no matter where she is in the world as long as he's by her side and same goes for him. 

#seventeen #svt #mingyu imagine #kim mingyu #mingyu smut #svt x reader #svt imagines

[look-at-the-soul]

Save yourself- Tommy Shelby x reader

So ages agooooo @runnning-outof-time posted a Kaleo song that I kept listening to over and over again, then @shelbydelrey made a cheating theme celebration 🎉 and I had been working since forever in both ideas but something was missing… until I decided to mix it and this came as the result.

K, I hope you like the result of using this particular song (Idk what idea you had in mind for it), but it gave me these vibes.💖

Isa, I couldn’t decide how to approach this particular theme, but Tommy cheating seemed to come to life by itself… and I hope it’s not too late to celebrate you 💕

⚠️ Cheating, angst

Y/N removed the hat as she walked into the House of Watery Lane, feeling so much better than the previous night, she had to leave the Grand re-opening of The Garrison early after feeling unwell, but after some tea and crackers, the only food her stomach seemed to accept. Polly offered her house because it was closer and she didn’t want to disturb anyone or ruin the fun for them, Ada was finally visiting them, Arthur was the happiest she had seen him in a long time, proud of the new and flashy decoration, and Tommy… well he just was enjoying himself to take him back home just because she was tired and nauseous.

Opening the door, she found a scene she never wanted to see; Tommy, her Tommy in bed with not one, but two women.

It weighs heavier on one's heart

I could tell right from the start that sweet ones are hard to come across

Her heart stopped beating for an instant, while the realization was sinking in… there was an indescribable ache, so hard to breathe… imagining his arms around them, giving those women the same pleasure he gave her endless nights.

He was just as shocked as she was, and quickly he tried to get up, untangling himself from them, shit, what did he do? Y/N didn’t deserved that. As she felt her stomach up in her throat, she couldn’t watch them anymore.

Snapping fast from her trance, she found herself turning around, strangely calmed, a realization hitting her like a bullet, heartbeat now drumming against her ribs, her fingers felt numb, clumsy, as if she had a big cloud inside her head.

She wasn’t going to make a huge drama out of it, she wouldn’t ask for explanations, she didn’t feel like listening to lame excuses to justify his actions. No, she walked out of there in silence, with her heart shattered into million pieces, yes, but she would get over it, just like she had been all of her life.

Tommy rushed to get dressed, shouting for her to wait, he would ask for forgiveness, beg on his knees, tell her it was just a mistake. Fumbling with his pants, he picked up his peaky cap from the floor, breaking an empty bottle of whiskey as he stumbled. Trying hard to tuck in his shirt inside of his pants, but she was gone already. She was the best thing of his fucking life and he ruined.

Heart like yours is rare to find

Someone else's gain will be my loss

Revenge could come in different forms, she could’ve steal all the money from the safe in their room or the one in his office, fuck him over, force him to buy her expensive presents to make it up for it all, she could fuck anyone right there in front of him just to give him back what he did. Anyone would suggest make him pay, make him beg and watch him suffer…

But she wasn’t going to make an scandal. No, her reaction was much lethal than that.

She would leave in silence, without tears, without shouting, no pointing fingers.

He turned out to be just like his father, she knew that would kill him, the comparison.

Choose your words before you speak

Can you see that all you've got is time?

Tommy rushed down the street cursing at himself, feeling the worse headache forming and found her in their bedroom, a single travel bag over the bed, she was calmly folding her clothes.

Just as she packed their bags to go to their country house.

“Y/N please.” Tommy pleaded desperate.

His words meant nothing now, all of those empty promises, the dreams they had together… gone.

Seeing her like that was worse than hear her shouting, breaking things, yelling at him. That would’ve been the expected reaction after what she saw. But she wasn’t even crying or hitting him, he deserved that.

He’d have preferred that, a million slaps than this.

She took a moment to check her belongings and walked towards the dresser to retrieve her passport and important papers. She arrived to this house with just a few things and she would leave just about the same.

“Y/N… nothing I could say could repair what I did, but I swear it meant nothing, it was a mistake, I was so drunk…” she wasn’t even listening to him anymore, it was just a buzz in the back of her mind. “I lost control…” he drank a lot, mixed it with an obscene amount of snow, didn’t even realize…fuck.

Walking into the nursery, she went directly to the first drawer and carefully, took a blanket that Polly knitted for the baby, the nappies and the rabbit that Ada bought for their unborn child. Yeah, she really didn’t need all those expensive gifts he gave her.

“I’ll go somewhere else, you can stay here I won’t bother you,” Tommy kept babbling while she walked past him, back into the bedroom they once shared.

Still in complete silence.

He knew Y/N better than the palm of his hand, he knew he should stay away right now, but he needed her to stop packing, this silent treatment only added more worry and stress to his already altered heart.

And that was the only time she dared to look at him in the eyes, making him wish she never did. Shoving away his hand from her body as he tried to reach her.

Tommy deserved a slap, deserved to have his balls cut, but she wasn’t going to lose time in that.

He started to see white dots when Y/N closed the bag, it wasn’t completely full yet and she seemed to be done.

And not just with the bag, but with him as well.

Tommy rubbed his hands all over his face, lost for words, feeling his entire world coming to an imminent end. It didn’t matter that he was stronger than her, in that very moment he felt so small, so useless, knowing that nothing he did, would make her change her mind.

But he tried, he tried to grab the bag from her hands as she stood at the top of the stairs, still begging for forgiveness.

“Fine, I don’t need that either.” She wasn’t even going to try to fight him over the bag, especially not close to the stairs, she just wanted to leave.

She knew she deserved better, not because she was someone important, but because she knew her value and she wanted respect, simple as that. Birmingham could be his territory, but he wasn’t her owner.

“No no, Y/N, listen to me please…” he rushed down, to stop her from opening the door.

But she was determined to leave, with or without the bag, of course that wasn’t going to stop her.

Before she met him, she had several wooers, with better intentions than him, but he was determined to make her fall for him, and that was the greatest mistake of her life.

Oh darling, save yourself for someone else

“We’ve a story together, Y/N, please…”

Save yourself

Oh, won't you save yourself?

“You can’t take away my child!” He snapped breathlessly, panicking because he was running out of time, of reasons to make her stay.

Are you going to break?

The look Y/N gave him, could’ve easily turned him into stone, a sarcastic smile playing in her lips.

“Now it’s a good time to remember you have a baby on the way, should’ve think of that last night, don’t you think?”

Y/N ripped the bag from his hand.

It would be just her baby and herself, away from this life, away from the risks, away from his lies.

She was unsure of a lot of things, but there was one around her mind in that very moment, sometimes you need to save yourself.

The worst part of it, was that Tommy knew deep down, that Y/N would be better off without him.

***

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[altheaubade]

𖥻  FINDING HOME ˒ 𝐞𝐭𝐚. summer of 2019

starring ˒ thea , bang chan & jyp

warnings ˒ fluff , angst

emma says ˒ this is the official introduction of thea!! I hope you guys are excited about the things I have planned for my girl!! let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist!

disclaimer ˒ spam liking without any reblogs will be blocked. not proofread!

“What do you mean we have to have another group member?” is what Chan had asked the management that morning, hours before he came to see a certain person. “I don't know why you claim it's that difficult for you to find someone else '' is what he heard in return. angry at the fact that the company was so cool about adding a new member into the group, he went to find solace somewhere where he knew he'd always be welcome. 

Thea opened the door after hearing the soft ringtone of her doorbell. Although she was not that alarmed to find someone outside, she was surprised to see him. “chris? What are you doing here at the crack of dawn?? it's like 3am.. why are you still awake and about?” she asked him as she moved a little to let the man enter her apartment. “I could ask you the same thing, Isa… why are you still awake?” chuckling, Chan replies to her and drops off his bag and laptop on the girl's coffee table and plops down on her couch. “you know what? good question and I won't be answering that” she answers and heads to grab him some water. 

the man watches her, anxious. with her back turned to him, she mumbles “you look nervous. what's the matter?” embarrassed that he got caught, he sheepishly rubs his hands on the back of his neck and chuckles “of course you know when I'm feeling nervous “. giving him the water and sitting across from him, she nods, urging him to spill whatever that was bugging him. 

“You know how we just.. uhm.. we're just an eight member group now?” she nods. “The company wants us to find a new member…” he confesses. she looks surprised for a second but recomposes herself. “I mean I'm not totally surprised.. it's jyp entertainment, what do you expect?” she chuckles but stops when she realizes he's not chuckling with her. “So what have you planned now?” she asks him, leaning close with her elbows on her knees. 

“I came to ask you a favor…” he drags out and she immediately knows. She knows what he wants to ask her and she shakes her head and stands up. “christopher….” he stands up with her, almost pleading. “Isa please.. you're the best match for us.. you fit in perfectly with us… please Isa.. please…” he says almost begging her to join them. she shakes her head. “I can't just come and join somewhere i'm not wanted chris. the boys didn't want me in the group, you didn't want me in the group in the beginning.. and now that you want a replacement, you come here asking me to do it.. and I can't i’m sorry…” she tells him.

He aggressively shakes his head “Isa I never wanted to leave you behind. I promise… those happened because of how the company wanted it to happen. I swear I didn't want to leave you behind.” “But you didn't even fight for me christopher!” she shouts at him "i did!! I did fight for you Bella I promise! I did whatever I could'' she hears him say as she sits down on the couch. He kneels down next to her slowly and takes her hands into his. “we need you Isa.. please.. think about it.. I'm not asking you to give me the answer today or tomorrow… think about it for me.. please?” he whispers to her and gets up to get his things to leave. she sighs and gets up to bid him bye. as soon as she closes the door, she lets out a deep sigh she was holding on. 

She shakes her head and heads to bed after seeing the time on her nightstand and realizing how late it was. The next morning is no different than her usual routine. except the fact that she woke up to three missed calls from the company. she dials back after she finishes getting ready for the day. “Hello?” she asks. “Thea! How are you? it's been so long!” she hears jyp, the man himself reply back. After catching up for a few minutes, he got straight to the point. “I assume Chan had told you what was going on?” she sighed for the first time that morning before answering. “Yeah.. he did” she heard a small chuckle on the other line “do you wanna discuss it over call or do you want it to be a face to face conversation? I’m fine with either yejin-ah” he told her. 

Agreeing that it was best to talk in person about this, she left for the company after ending the call with him. It took her about thirty minutes in traffic for her to reach and when she got there, she greeted everyone as usual before she made her way to the door that said ‘park jinyoung- CCO/Founder’ and then she knocked and waited for it to open. Once it did, it revealed the man himself. “Thea! come in, come in! Make yourself comfortable. Should I call for Chan or shall we talk first before we call him?” he asked her as she sat on the chair next to her. “We’ll talk first if that’s okay with you.” he nodded and he took a seat in his chair across from her. “So, what do you say?” he asks her. She takes a few seconds to answer him. 

And when she finally does, her answer surprises him. “I’ll do it.” he looks up at her in surprise so she repeats her words. “I’ll do it. I’ll join the group.” he smiles at her and nods. “That’s good. Are you sure? I assume Chan spoke to you just yesterday. I was gonna ask you if you needed some time to think but you answered so soon.” he asks her. She nods back and replies “I thought about it all night. I won't give you an exact explanation on why I said yes but please do know that this is not an impulsive decision and that I've thought about it very thoroughly.” she tells him very firmly.

He looks happy with her response and smiles at her. “Very well. I don't doubt you for it because I know you. I know that you won't do anything without going over it a million times. Now, since we as a company troubled you with this, I'll give you the power to choose something important. As you are aware, your trainee contract is expiring soon and the fact that you need a new one to debut, i’ll let you decide how long you want that to be. The boys are all signed for the usual period of seven years but since it’s been about a year since they debuted, now it's on for six more years. It’s your choice on the duration of your contract” he says. 

Thea nods relieved of that choice she has. She thinks for a few minutes and does the math in her head. After about ten minutes, she opens her mouth to reply. “I need to have two contracts, am I correct? One for myself as an artist and one as a group member.” She asks him to confirm the facts one more time before giving him an answer. “Yes. That is how things work.” he tells her as he anticipates her answer. “I’ll sign the same as the boys for the group contract. But for the individual one, I'll sign for three years for now. I’ll renew if needed after that.” she answers him confidently as she looks at him. He nods understandingly. “Very well. I’ll tell the manager of the group to give you the contracts for you to sign later in the afternoon. For now I'll inform the board about the changes and you can go train with them for their upcoming comeback. We can discuss if you want to join in for this comeback or the next later” he says to her and leads her outside his room. 

Thanking him, she makes her way through the hallways and soon enough she finds herself outside of a particular door. Even before she can knock, the door opens and she’s face to face with the man who visited her last night. “Bella? W-what are you doing here?” he asks her, rubbing his eyes to see clearly. She looks at him and crosses her arms across her chest. “Did you pull an all-nighter?” she asks him, narrowing her eyes. He rubs his nape in embarrassment and chuckles. “I didn't! I slept!” she looks at him as if asking him if he was seriously lying to her. He finally chuckled and accepted that he did not sleep and hence cued the scolding from her. 

Even though he was the older one, she was always the one who nagged him a lot. He did find it endearing so he never complained. After explaining the whole situation to her future leader, he hugged and thanked her for doing such a thing for him. And when she got home after all the meetings with the board and with the members and discussing all the matters involving her debut, it was already eleven in the night. Exhausted from the day, she plopped down on her bed after her night routine and thought of the next day’s schedule. She had to pack her stuff to move into the stray kids dorm. 

It was very weird for her to call herself a member of stray kids now. It felt surreal for her. It was only yesterday she was a trainee, now she’s an official member of the said band. She knew that if the news went public in a few days, the majority of the response would be negative and she was ready to accept that. The hate comments are not new to her but it does not hurt less every time but she’s grown used to it than before. She's a lot braver than she used to be and she’s ready to face anything for her dream. 

It's only a few months after debuting, she realizes that she’s finally found the people that she can call her home and she has finally found the thing she’s been yearning for.

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[celtic-crossbow]

Hand in Hand, to Hell and Back, I Will Follow You

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Carol Peletier

Setting: France

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; blood and injury; poorly written smut

Summary: Finally.

A/N: This can stand alone or be the third part following Two Sinners Can’t Atone from a Lone Prayer and You Wanna Shut Away the Pieces of a Broken Heart

©celtic-crossbow 2024. I do not allow for my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or placed on any other platform without my consent.

“Here! In here!” Carol held open the door, watching the surrounding area nervously while the people she had led away from the battle filed into the small room. Three men. One woman. And a boy. She made sure they weren’t followed and closed the door, pulling down the yellowing shades before pushing a desk in front of the entrance. The papers, letters long forgotten, scattered onto the floor. She took but a moment to consider if they were meant for a loved one who would never read the words. 

“Qui es-tu?” The blonde woman was shielding the child behind her, as if Carol meant them harm after running into the fray and leading them to safety. Well, at least some form of temporary safety. 

Regardless, she had no time for questions. 

Her focus was on the man hanging between the other two. The reason she had crossed an ocean and fought her way through an unfamiliar land on just a single thread of hope she would find him. 

“Daryl?” Carol took his face in her hands, lifting his head, her thumbs stroking his cheeks. She had hoped her voice would have been enough to rouse him. “Shit.” Frantic blue eyes took stock of the room, filled to the brim with books and documents, everything coated in a thick layer of dust and entirely useless. 

“Who are you?” The woman spoke again and was once again ignored. 

Moving quickly, Carol swept her arms across a table, sending everything onto the floor to be forgotten. “Put him here.” The men took a moment to regard one another. “Now!” She barked, reluctant but not unwilling to pull her gun. Daryl obviously knew these people if he was willing to fight with—for—them, but she didn’t. 

“How do you know him?”

Carol gritted her teeth. She wasn’t out to make enemies but she wasn’t striving for friends either. Placing Daryl’s crossbow on the desk, she unshouldered her bag and dug through it for the medical supplies she had gathered along her journey. 

“It’s okay, Isa.” Carol spared a glance toward the boy, but then gathered her supplies, all she could carry, and returned to the table where Daryl lay prone, pressing two fingers to his neck just to reassure herself he was still there. “She’s his lady Carol. She isn’t here to hurt us.”

She froze for a moment, knife in one hand and the other hovering over the bullet wound in Daryl’s thigh. Focus. Cutting through the trousers and wiping away the blood with a piece of fabric torn from her own shirt and several alcohol prep squares, she could get a better look at what she was dealing with. Through and through. There was no way of knowing if it had hit the bone but it had definitely missed the artery or she would be putting him down rather than patching him up. With any luck, it had gone through the muscle alone. His limp would likely be more profound but it was preferable to a shattered femur. 

“Bullet went through.” She sniffed, holding back the tears that so desperately fought to fall. He was there, alive and breathing, and she was going to make sure he stayed that way. Carol unbuckled her belt, granting the room’s other occupants a moment’s worth of her full attention before she slipped the leather through the loops and worked it beneath Daryl’s leg. 

“My name is Fallou.” One man offered, stepping closer while she secured the belt as a tourniquet. She didn’t respond and wouldn’t. Daryl may have been less than truthful about his life and family in order to protect the ones he’d left. Without him awake, she wouldn’t risk unweaving the tale he may have told. “This is Losang.” Her eyes flitted up from the gauze she was applying, following Fallou’s gesture toward the other man. 

“I’m Laurent. This is Isabelle.” 

Carol couldn’t help but nod and give the kid a tight-lipped smile. 

“And you’re his Carol.”

His. “Yeah? And how do you know that?” She was genuinely curious. Winding the bandage around Daryl’s thigh didn’t take much focus aside from trying to do so without cutting off the entire pant leg. The wound would need stitched whenever they could find the supplies necessary. 

“I can just tell. Monsieur Daryl spoke of you.” She chuckled quietly but said nothing else. She should have been wondering what he had said about her but all she could think about was his facial expression at being called a monsieur. Carol froze again when the boy continued. “You have the same look on your face as he does when he speaks of you.”

Everyone else in the room disappeared and there was only Daryl, peaceful behind the blood and bruises in a way she wished she could see without injury. Finally able to relax, she pulled over the office chair and collapsed into it, leaning forward with one elbow on the table, the opposite hand smoothing the hair away from his face. 

“Everyone rest. We have to wait this out.” She instructed, words given on autopilot that she wouldn’t remember later. 

He came to gradually and then all at once, a burning, jolting pain in his left thigh that radiated down to his toes and back up to his hip in a hot gasoline trail. “Fuck.” He rasped before even opening his eyes. He was disoriented, feeling everything spin behind closed lids. Where was he? Had they lost? Had the Nest been taken?

“Easy.” Isabelle’s voice broke through the barrier of pain, a relief enveloping him to know she was alive. The steadiness in her tone told him that Laurent was safe, but there was a hesitance there as well, a heaviness that was out of place. 

Daryl turned his head toward the soft call of his name and blinked open tired eyes. They had been outnumbered, that much he could recall. Codron has switched sides, offering them knowledge of the attack and thus time to at least form a line of defense. He remembered the blinding pain when the bullet struck his leg. He had only just struggled to his feet after a blow to the head, taken right back down in a cocoon of agony. Then there was nothing. 

Almost nothing. 

He’d heard Carol’s voice. It wasn’t unusual. He always heard her when he slept. Her soft syllables reminded him of why he continued fighting to keep the boy safe. He needed to finish what he’d started and then get home to her. France could never be home. Not without Carol. 

He’d be lying to them and himself if he promised to stay, even when the mission wasn’t complete, when any opportunity to make it back to the Commonwealth might present itself. He’d leave them behind the tide and never look back. 

So he never promised. 

He had promised Carol he’d make it home. And he’d never lie to her. He didn’t intend to start now. 

An electric current of pain snaked out from the wound, and he jerked, attempting to shake it, somehow grasp it and hold it at bay. 

“We will return soon and you can rest and heal.” Isabelle was holding his hand and though he didn’t pull away, the touch felt wrong. 

“Did—is anythin’ still there to go back to?” Her blurry silhouette shrugged, distant shouts and gunshots muffled behind a closed door. 

“We had to run. You were injured and the hungry ones came. She came then too. She led us here and we’ve been safe.”

She? “Who?” Isabelle didn’t answer, forcing him to wait until his vision cleared before trying again. “Who?” She smiled sadly with a distinct jerk of her chin, indicating the other side of him. Daryl rolled his head and his breath hitched before stopping completely. He’d know that crown of silver hair anywhere. “Carol?” Her head was on the table, rested atop her arms just beside his elbow. If he was going crazy, he was taking Isabelle with him. She could see the woman too. It was all enough to have him ignoring the pain and scrambling upright. “Carol? Carol!” 

She jerked awake, finding his gaze with ease, her own eyes wide as her hands began to flail in ill fated attempts to subdue him. “Daryl, wait! Calm down, you’re hurt—stop it!” 

He didn’t. He couldn’t.

Carol didn’t resist when he found her upper arms, damn near pulling her onto the table with him to crush her against his chest. He was crying, pride be damned. She was there and whole and there and he couldn’t let go. “Carol.” His voice shook and cracked as he held onto her, not realizing nor caring that she was returning the embrace. He just needed to feel her there. The shame of being so desperate for her would come later. 

“I’m here. I’m here.” She soothed, petting the back of his head. She was shaking, sobbing softly into his shoulder. 

It wasn’t long before his body reminded him of his injuries, his energy waning, but he refused to let go and sagged against her, clumsily holding on and adjusting his grip on her jacket each time it failed him. 

“It’s okay, Daryl. I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.” Her voice was fading as he was left no choice but to give in to the pull of exhaustion and blood loss, still clinging to her with weak fingers while she eased him onto his back. “Rest now. I’m here.”

“Carol.” He croaked, hands falling away, one thudded against the table while the other fell right into her waiting palm. He was so tired, overwhelmed by the strong notion that she could still be just a dream. As darkness crept into the edges of his vision, he whispered the same words he always did when he’d seen her while he slept. “I love you. Don’t go.” 

He was no longer on a hard table the next time he clawed his way into the waking world. Though the mattress wasn’t much of an improvement, it still eased the ache in his muscles and the throbbing pulse in his leg. She was his first thought, his hand squeezing the soft weight of fingers curled around it. 

“Easy, Daryl.” 

He let out a sob, uncaring of the weakness he displayed. Carol was really there. His eyes found hers, tired and red-rimmed. “You’re here.” He breathed, struggling to sit up. She didn’t stop him but slipped an arm behind his neck to assist his efforts. “How?”

Once he was upright, still holding tightly to her hand, Carol rubbed at her eyes with her free forearm. Her jacket, he noticed, was discarded on the undisturbed bedroll behind her. “I found a clue and followed your trail.” She smirked and placed a palm against his cheek, rubbing her thumb over the stubble there. “Getting sloppy in your old age.” She chuckled and he blushed, feeling the burn of it all the way to the tips of his ears. 

“Glad I was this time.” He admitted.  

Carol gave him that gentle smile that always turned his heart inside out. “Your color is better. You were cold as ice when we got you here. I stitched up your leg. Everyone was worried but I know you. It’d take way more than this to take you down.” She gestured toward his leg. 

Daryl nodded, grateful for that bit of praise when he truly felt as if a strong breeze could knock him over. He hadn’t had the presence of mind until that moment to look around. The room was unfamiliar but definitely one found within the walls of the Nest. It still stood. 

He had grown accustomed to a thin mattress or bedroll on the floor of the shared sleeping area. This room was nice, private and bright with a balcony. One of the upper rooms he’d never been curious enough to explore during his time there. He’d never wanted to, not even in brief stints of boredom. The unfamiliarity of the place had kept him centered, focused on going home. 

“I have a way back home. Back to the Commonwealth.” He turned back to her and she flinched, eliciting a tilt of his head. “That’s if you wanna go.”

“Course I wanna go.” He stated firmly but not unkindly. He was confused. “Why wouldn’t I wanna go?”

“Seems like you’ve got something here.” Carol released his hand. He thought he caught the shine of a tear as she turned away and stood, approaching the door to the balcony. Arms crossed, she looked out over the place. “Like you have someone.”

Now he was beyond confused. “What the hell’re ya talkin’ ‘bout?”

She looked over her shoulder at him, the sun warming the side of her face in a way that made her look unreal, like a painting that belonged in a museum before the end of the world. She smiled, that same know-it-all grin she had given him when she had suggested he settle down with Connie. “Isabelle. She loves you, you know?” 

“Nah, I don’t know.” He was having trouble keeping his tone level in the face of her assumptions. She turned away again. 

“I could see it back in that office. The way she watched over you, held your hand.” A beat of silence before she sighed heavily. “You told her you loved her.”

Daryl’s face twisted into a grimace, trying to pull together any recollection. He remembered going down, the pain. He remembered Isabelle when he woke. He remembered being consumed by Carol, nothing but her once he had set his eyes on her. 

I love you. Don’t go. 

Shit. “Carol, I—”

She chuckled. “You’ve got nothing to explain to me, Daryl. I’m glad you’ve found happiness.” Her shoulders slumped a little, and he could see the defeat in that posture. “I said I wouldn’t leave without you, but I only meant that if you wanted to leave. You don’t have to leave her. Or the boy.”

He hated letting his silence linger but he needed a moment to get himself off that damn bed. Everything hurt. His body had been given one taste of proper rest and had then decided it liked it and didn’t want to cooperate. Finally, finally, he made it to his feet and limped his way across the distance, stopping just behind her. 

He didn’t touch her even though his body was being drawn to her like a painful magnet. “Wasn’t sayin’ that to her, Carol.” Her back straightened, but she didn’t move. “Look at me.” He wanted to sound sure of himself, had really tried. It still came out as a weak request. Regardless, she turned around, her head bowed. Daryl hooked a finger beneath her chin and guided her up to where his gaze waited, hoped she could read the honesty on his face, the naked longing. “Not to her.”

“Daryl.” The way she said his name both broke his heart and made him shiver, the combination sparking a flame to life beneath the desire that morphed into courage he wasn’t sure he’d ever gather again if he didn’t tell her right that moment. 

“I love you, Carol. S’always been you.” His knuckle caressed her jaw before his palm opened just below it, his large hand cradling the side of her neck while his thumb stroked her cheek. “Wasted so much time, made so many mistakes when I could’a told ya so many years ago. Maybe could’a saved ya some’a the pain ya’ve been through. M’sorry. I was a coward.”

Carol gasped, and even though he’d never taken his eyes off her face, it was as if he was seeing her for the first time. “Daryl Dixon, you are anything but a coward.” She said it with such conviction that he had no choice but to believe it. “You’ve done more for me, for everyone, than any of us ever deserved from you.”

“You deserved it.” He said more forcefully than intended but Carol never even blinked. “Ya deserve everythin’, Carol.”

She didn’t miss a beat. “Do I deserve you, Daryl?” 

He snorted weakly. It wasn’t funny but the very idea that she didn’t deserve the entire fucking world was ludicrous to him. “Better than me.”

Carol took that last step forward, pressing them chest to chest, forcing her head back to look at him properly. “There is no better than you.” Her eyes followed her hand as she cupped his cheek, fingers trailing over the stubble and gliding to brush his hair behind his ear before stilling on the side of his neck, almost mirroring the way his hand still laid against her. “I’ve had my man of honor all along.”

It was instantaneous, the way he bowed his head and she tilted hers, their lips coming together in a kiss that was way overdue. It felt electric, the hairs rising on the back of his neck beneath her fingertips. She shivered and sighed into his mouth when his lips parted in invitation, her tongue delving inside with no further prompting. They were moving before he’d even realized it, his limp playing a substantial role in the unsteady course toward the bed. 

Carol fell first, her hold on his biceps dragging him along with her. Daryl caught himself easily enough, keeping his weight off of her but failing miserably in protecting his leg from bumping the mattress. He hissed a breath through his teeth and arched upward to favor the injury while she overflowed with apologies. “M’fine.” He grumbled, taking a moment to allow the ache to subside. When he opened his eyes, crystal blues were trained on him. Her mouth was turned down, worry and disappointment visible enough in the lines. “Said m’fine, Carol.”

“Maybe we should wait.” She hadn’t made a move to shift from beneath but her body was rigid and ready to spring the moment he gave the word.

Daryl shook his head before jerking his chin toward the area above her, silently demanding that she move more onto the mattress. “Waited long enough.” With a curt nod, she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and complied, watching him with such intensity as he gingerly followed that it made him slightly uncomfortable. Tilting and holding his weight more on his right side, he lowered to his forearms—his hips settled between her thighs— to press his mouth back against hers. He knew he was already hard, his poor body trying to figure out whether his pulse should be in his injured leg or his throbbing erection. His hopes that she hadn’t noticed were quickly dashed.

He pulled back, breathless, to find her smirking at him. “What?”

“I think we’re entirely overdressed for this occasion.” Rubbing her lips together behind that same smug smile, she snapped one of the suspenders and he dropped his head. He was never living that one down. “We’re going to talk about these later. And by talk, I mean I’m going to tease you until the end of time and you’re going to say stahp on repeat.”

“Shuddup.” He griped through a lopsided smile while pulling up the bottom of her shirt.

Getting undressed was more challenging than it should have been. The wound in his thigh made moving difficult, several colorful words finding their way past his lips. He was pale and sweating, leaning heavily on the wooden nightstand by the time he was down to his underwear. 

“You sure you’re up for this?” Daryl’s eyes lifted to find Carol sitting on her knees, bare save for the modest, mismatched bra and panties hiding the things he wanted to see most. Her eyes skirted down for a moment and then back to his face, that smirk firmly back in place. “Well, parts of you are definitely up for it.”

“You’re killin’ me with the commentary.”

“Sorry, Pookie. Come over here.” She moved back to give him room. “Lie on your back.” Her hands were out, ready to assist if he needed but he wasn’t a fucking invalid. He could manage getting onto a damn mattress.

Maybe.

He groaned once his head hit the pillow, physically and sexually frustrated. He was quite literally aching for her but his body was one giant ball of pain. She noticed his plight. Of course she did. Daryl opened his eyes when he felt her moving beside him and then her hand on his ribs, just over a deep bruise. She had some contusions and lacerations of her own, each with a story he wanted to hear but knew it was not something to ask about at that moment. She was about to give him an out and he wasn’t having it.

“Nah, don’t even.” He shook his head. “Want this, have wanted this. Not willin’ to wait if its what ya want too.” Carol seemed to mull over the words, eyes narrowed but not arguing. He took that as a good sign.

“Fine, but you let me do all the work.” 

His mouth fell open to retort but clicked shut when she leaned over him to press a kiss to the skin above where his pulse raced and then to the front of his throat, dipping her tongue into the hollow between his collarbones. When she shifted to circle the wet muscle around his right nipple, he drew in an unsteady breath, the adrenaline flowing from her attentions giving him both the will and the energy to push her onto her back. Goddamn, that hurt. 

Worth it. 

“I said to let me do all the work!” He was already sitting back, balancing awkwardly on his right knee, and pulling her panties down her slender but strong legs. 

“I didn’t agree to nothin’.” He smirked, hooking a finger beneath the material of the bra, just over her sternum. “Take it off.” He had no idea where this confidence was stemming from but he rode with it, would until it fizzled out. 

“When did you get so bossy?” She quipped, opting to pull the garment over her head in lieu of wasting the time unfastening it. The sight of her breasts had his mouth damn near watering but he had an agenda to keep before his leg gave out completely. 

He fell forward to catch himself with a hand on either side of her hips, wrapped an arm around each thigh to spread her open. 

“You don’t have to do—oh.” Carol collapsed back, her protest forgotten once his mouth descended on her. His tongue pushed through her folds, trusting her reactions more than fearing his own lack of experience. He was nothing if not adaptable. He made note of her cues; each twitch, each sigh. The places that made her hips jolt and the motions that made her keen. When his tongue flicked across a stiff little nub, her hands shot up to twist into his hair. He repeated the action, over and over until her thighs were shaking and his name was a broken prayer from her lips. He had originally planned to bring his fingers into the mix but when she arched off the mattress, singing his praises in a chorus of sounds and words that made no sense, he was almost disappointed not to have the opportunity. 

Well, that time anyway. As long as she was willing, he wanted to explore every inch of her, inside and out. 

He lapped at her languidly, helping her ride out the aftershocks while drinking down her nectar, an exquisite offering he would gladly indulge in as often as she’d allow. He didn’t stop until she pushed him away and pressed her thighs together to smother the sensitivity he’d left behind. 

Balancing just as he had before, he grinned and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “Told ya I’d go down first.” The way her eyes widened and her mouth fell open was plenty enough reward for his lame attempt at a joke. 

“You are unbelievable.” She laughed, actually covered her flushed face with both hands and laughed. He could only watch her with a fond smile for a moment longer before his leg waved the white flag. 

“Ah, fuck.” His tumble to the pillow beside her was anything but graceful. His arm was thrown over his eyes, his way of shielding himself from what would likely be disappointment on her face. That, and if he looked at the pale skin of her breasts with those dusty rose nipples, he thought he just might really embarrass himself. 

“Are you okay?” There was residual laughter in her voice. The mattress moved as she shifted next to him, her curves pressed to his side in a way that made him groan. 

“No.” He sighed. After years of skirting around their love for one another, he was finally where he was meant to be and he couldn’t perform for her. Not for the reasons some men his age couldn’t, no, he was definitely not inept in that department. His cock was painfully hard and with very little persuasion. He was injured and it was just too painful to give her everything he wanted to, show her exactly how she made him feel. 

Carol’s small, warm hand came to rest on his stomach, her fingers kneading the skin there, softened by time but still covering strong, capable muscles. The contact was nice, a balm to the fresh burns of his own self-deprecation. 

“Daryl.”

“Hmm?”

“Stop that.”

He lifted his arm to peer from beneath it, not moving it away entirely. “Stop what?” Carol ducked below that same arm for a chaste kiss, hovering there with her thumb stroking his bottom lip. 

“Doubting that you can please me.” God, she could read him like a book. “You just did something no one else has been able to do. Ever.” He let the barrier between them fall away completely then, his hand coming to rest on her bare hip. 

“No one’s ever—?” His eyes flickered down in broad indication of their lower halves. Carol chuckled. 

“No, that’s happened.” She clarified. Daryl waited, arching a scarred brow while his fingers drummed on her skin when she simply remained silent. 

“You’re usually ‘bout as subtle as a shotgun. Can ya at least pretend to acknowledge that m’clueless here an’ throw me a bone?” The second the words left his mouth, he knew he’d opened himself up for another teasing retort and shut her down before the smirk could even fully form. “Not one word.”

Carol ran her pinched fingers across her lips as if closing a zipper, that same hand then finding its way to his forehead to brush back his unruly hair. “No one’s ever—got me there without my—” Daryl squinted and followed her hand as she made a vague gesture while trying to find the right word, “participation.” And then she waited while his head tilted and he pieced together what she was trying to say, nodding with a smile the moment she saw it click. 

“Well, least I did somethin’ right.” He shrugged a single shoulder.

“You do a lot of things right, Daryl. They may not be in the category of sexually intimate but they’re just as important, if not more so.” Before he could object or even move to stop her, Carol was straddling his shins and pulling down his faded boxer-briefs. 

She knew what she was doing. He was much too focused on the damp heat he could feel hovering above his skin to realize that she was stripping him bare. When his brain finally caught up, Daryl fisted the duvet to avoid the strong urge to cover himself. He had never really worried about his size before, never had a reason to feel inferior. Now he was on display in front of the woman he loved and he couldn’t get it out of his mind that he wasn’t enough for her in absolutely every way.

“Daryl.” That was a warning tone if he’d ever heard one. He forced himself to relax. If Carol had a problem, she’d tell him. He trusted her to do that. Swallowing hard, he watched her crawl back up to sit beside his hip, her gaze not on his obvious need for her but on the square of gauze taped to his left thigh. “Always giving for everyone else.” Her tone was distant, laced with sadness as her fingertips hovered over the bandage. Just like that, her focus was back on him, the smile back on her face. “Now will you let me do all the heavy lifting?”

Daryl snorted at the phrasing, earning an arched brow. “Fine.” He grunted. Blue eyes shot wide when Carol wasted not a single second in throwing her leg over him to straddle his hips. He wasn’t sure when he had grabbed hold of her thighs but he was squeezing for dear life to keep himself in check. She was holding herself over him in a way that he could see the slick glistening on the tuft of hair just above where his cock was hovering over his lower abdomen. If she touched him at the moment, he was coming apart and he knew it. “Won’t—ain’t gonna last, Carol.”

“I know.” Her voice was soft, her eyes overflowing with a million emotions that he couldn’t name but the ones he could calmed his anxiety almost instantaneously: love and acceptance. He knew both to be true already. She had always loved him in some way from the moment he had handed her that pickaxe, just as he had loved her. They had accepted one another, faults and strengths, broken pieces and methods of mending. It’s why he was always drawn to her; why he trusted her when he was hurting.

The moment her fingers touched the velvety skin of his cock, Daryl went rigid, wound tighter than an eight day clock. It took every ounce of restraint he possessed not to cum before he even had the chance to be inside of her. It was unnerving, the effect she had on him. 

“Relax.” Carol cooed. Easier said than done. She didn’t tease him, though it was quite apparent she wanted to, a frustrated restraint in the beautiful lines on her face. His hand was on her cheek before he realized he had even lifted his arm. 

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, watching in awe as she bowed over him to bring their mouths together, entrancing him with a kiss while shifting his cock to notch against her entrance. His gasp was swallowed eagerly, his tip stretching her open, his hands fumbling for her hips. “Fuck. Fuck.” Every word brushed against her lips while he filled his mind with anything and everything to keep from filling her that very moment. Walkers. Saviors. Fuck, even Mercer made an appearance with that expression of disappointment that was followed up with a reprimand. 

She sank another inch, then another, and another until she was flush against his pelvis, her ass tilted to keep any pressure off his injured thigh. 

“Gimme—goddamn, gimme a minute.” And she did, occupying herself with tracing the lines on his face, his scars, his collarbones. It was barely working for her, the fluttering of her walls around him making his hips jerk. 

She bent down to nuzzle her cheek against his, the shift in angle prompting a sound from him that he wasn’t aware he could even make. “Please,” was all she said and he couldn’t deny her, he had spent too many years doing that trying to keep her safe, to try and choose her path for her when the easiest one would have led them to each other all along. 

Fingers flexing on her hips, he encouraged her to begin rocking, the groans leaving both their throats were sinful. If any sisters overheard, they had surely fallen to their knees in prayer. It didn’t take long for him to pull her higher, closer, allowing his lips to finally indulge in a pale pink nipple while his hips lifted to meet each of her downward pushes. Sucking and flicking his tongue over the pebbled nub, his other hand massaging the otherwise neglected breast with movements somewhere between desperate and tender. 

The breathy call of his name was enough to assure him that he was doing things right. Still, the sudden buzz at the base of his spine brought everything to a level of urgency. There was no time to revel in how beautiful she looked bouncing over him, her head thrown back with breathy gasps of ah ah ah yes oh my god. He was close and by fuck, he was taking her there first. 

Finding her swollen clit was simple from this position, the angle of her hips and his cock splitting her open had the little bundle of nerves pushed out. A large hand splayed over her lower abdomen, his thumb flicked over her and then pressed firmly to rub tight circles. “Need ya to let go, Carol. Need to feel ya.” He was barely hanging on, his hips already losing any rhythm. 

“Oh god, Daryl, I—” She clung to him, nails biting into his chest as her body spasmed.  Her cunt hugged him tight, squeezing and milking until he shouted hoarsely, his single grasp on her hip, holding her still through the initial waves, the contractions of her inner walls pulling each warm rope of him deeper and deeper inside. 

Urgency softened into lazy thrusts and gentle rocking, his hands on her sides squeezing with reach aftershock. He knew the shame and embarrassment would come soon enough but for that moment, he simply watched her with hooded eyes. Her breaths were shallow but quick though the slightest partition of her pouty lips. Her eyes were closed, brows raised ever so slightly. The agonizingly slow rhythm of rising up and sinking back down as she continued to pulse around his softening cock was mesmerizing. Overstimulated as he was, each movement making him fight a jolt, he couldn’t tell her to stop. He wouldn’t. She was too beautiful soaking up that pleasure, the limited bliss he was able to give her. 

“Daryl.” She breathed with a smile, eyes still closed. He slipped out of her when she fell to his chest, her face immediately burying in his neck. Just as the shame began to crest, her lips pressed against his pulse point. “I want to do that again and again. You made me feel so good. God, it’s never been like that.”

He reared back and angled his head to see her, content and smiling into his skin. “You shittin’ me?”

“Nope.” She still straddled him, wiggling and slithering her arms underneath his back to press herself closer. “You make me feel new again.”

“Was like—a minute an’ a half at best.”

Carol chuckled. “This time. Next time, you’ll give me a run for my money. Unless you’ve been making the French women say oui oh mon Dieu, it’s been years for you.”

“Don’t wanna know what that means but I ain’t made ‘em say nothin’.” He wasn’t offended, knew she was jesting, but he still felt bad. Still felt like she could do better. He could only offer her a broken man who was mediocre in bed. He had made her wait until they were older and worn. 

“If I have to say stop that one more time, I swear, Daryl Dixon—”

“Ya threatening me?” He shot back playfully, out of reflex. “Just—Carol, ya—”

“Do you know what a refractory period is, Daryl?” Carol folded her arms on his chest, rested her chin on them. 

“Pfft, course I do.” He didn’t. 

She smirked, pushing her ass back against his cock. He was half hard in an instant. His fingers pressed into her ribs, a groan pressing eagerly against the back of his teeth. “Well, yours is impressive.”

“Thank you?” Carol laughed, Daryl sighed. He was just lost in her joyful sounds, the lines on her face that came with age and not pain. “Are ya mine, Carol?” He blurted out, it was unintentional but he didn’t want to take it back, even when he tasted her tears as she kissed him. 

“I’m yours. Are you mine?” 

“Always have been.” She was laughing when she buried her face in his shoulder again but it was different. It was relief, a gratefulness for something desired for too long, regret for time wasted, and excitement for things to come. Daryl pressed his face into her hair, inhaling the scent of home. His heart echoed all that she was expressing and then some. He didn’t believe in god, not even after his time with nuns and prophets, but something or someone had given him his Carol, and he silently thanked them. 

When she finally pulled away and sat up wiping at her red rimmed eyes, he lifted a hand to help, swiping his thumb over her cheek. Of course, Carol being Carol, she wiggled her ass on top of his cock, bringing him to fully hard in no time flat. “Let’s spend a little more time making the nuns blush.”

Daryl chuckled. “Alright. After that,” he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his, each syllable a whisper against her lips, “an’ then we fuckin’ go home.”

Carol nodded. “Then we fuckin’ go home.”

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Just A Woman (Part 3)

DESCRIPTION: You attend the party that your friend, Benedict, invited you to

WORD COUNT: 3549

A/N - The long awaited part 3. Hopefully it will take me less then then 2 years to write part 4

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WARNINGS: swearing, brief mentions of injuries, sexual tension, kissing, undertones of brothels/prostitution

DISCLAIMERS

- I wrote this in my knowledge of sex workers and I am truly sorry if I got it wrong and/or is offensive, that is not what I intended to do and I’m sorry if that is the case

-  This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

You walked back to your house after you say goodbye to Benedict. Being greeted by the girls. You go into the bedroom. Rebecca sitting comfortably on the bed. Grabbing a bowl and clean water you tend to her injury again. Cleaning and re-bandaging the wound before going about your usual chores. Tending to the animals, collecting the eggs. So on and so forth. 

Later that day, when the girls are going to bed, you grab Daisy’s attention. Standing in the living room as you speak in a quiet tone.

“I’ve been invited to a party this Saturday”

“Was that by the Bridgerton boy? What’s his name...?”

“Benedict. Yes he invited me. But I wanted to check with you that it was ok?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“It seems harsh to leave you with Rebecca when shes in this state. She can be demanding ordinarily, let alone when she has this injury”. She chuckles softly. Her hands going to your arms.

“We will be fine Isa”

“I am happy to stay if you’d rather. I’m sure he’d understand”

“You are going. You’ve done so much for all of us, you deserve this small bit of happiness”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely” you smile as you hug her.

“Thank you Daisy” you kiss her head as she hugs you back. “I love you”

“I love you too” you pull back from the hug. Wiping at your brow. “Do you still have those dresses?”

“I do. Will you help me pick one out for the event?” she grins and nods.

She picks out two dresses for you. One for the party on Saturday, and a mildly less formal one for the Sunday morning. You place the two dresses into a bag. Going to the brothel in your ordinary clothes. It was pavement to where the Bridgertons were staying. So you could walk there with getting minimal mud on the bottom of your skirt. Storing your dress in one of the rooms at the brothel before making your way to the Bridgertons party. Getting there, you fear, rather early. You were anticipating the walk to be longer so you were hesitant to go up to the door. Taking in a breath you go over. Placing your bag onto the floor before knocking onto it. No answer. You ball at your hands in front of you. Bringing your hand back up to rap on the wooden door again but it opening. Being met by Lady Bridgerton. Violet.

“Lady Bridgerton” you say. Bowing slightly.

“Oh miss... I don’t think I ever got your last name” she smiles. An almost naive smile. 

“Isabella. Just call me Isabella. Please”

“Yes. You’re a little early” she says. A politeness in her tone as she looks at you.

“Sorry. I overcompensated the time it took for me to get here” you fold your hands over yourself “may I...?” you motion at the doorway.

“Oh goodness. Yes please come in” she motions for you to enter. Going past her as she shuts the door. “We’re still setting up... Oh dear” she motions at a maid that’s walking past “could you show this young miss to her room please?”

“Yes m’lady”. You follow the maid. Her taking you to a magnificently big room. 

“Who will I be sharing with?” you say, placing the bag down onto the chair. Looking at her. She stutters slightly

“I don’t understand miss”

“My room. Who will I be... sharing... with?” you trail off.

“No one ma’am”. She smiles at you. “Party will be starting soon” she says before exiting. It had been a while. You forgot how to be prim and proper. That wealthy ladies didn’t share rooms with anyone. They get a room the size of your house all to themselves. You bite your bottom lip as you smile. Going over to your bag. You grab out your day dress for tomorrow. Draping it over the mirror. Going back to your bag, you rummage around.

“Fuck” you mutter. “Oh fuck”. You had forgotten to bring any night clothes. You knew you had forgotten something. “That’s fine” you mutter to yourself. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to sleep in my underwear”. You bite at your thumb. Beginning to grow anxious as the events of the night ahead catch up to your thoughts.

“Ok. Dancing. Can’t say no to a dance. Unless my dance card is full. Rule two. Can’t go to a room with a man unless attended with another human. Rule three...” you tap your finger to your chin as you continue pacing around the room.

“Rule number three is don’t swear in front of my sisters or mother”. You turn at hearing the voice. Seeing Benedict in the doorway. A dashing suit on him. Smirk on his face as he looks at you. “I’m glad to see you made it”

“It took a lot of convincing. Dancing, free food and booze is a tough choice”. He goes to take a step towards you. “How did you know I’d arrived?”. You fold your arms over yourself. Him walking towards you as he speaks.

“Mother came into the kitchen in a hurry. Telling us that the guests had started arriving but nothing was prepared for it yet. Now, I figured that all other guests would know that the proper etiquette would be to ask the carriage to wait down the lane. Until the time was correct to arrive”. You feel a soft blush come over your cheeks. “But I knew that we had a guest coming that didn’t know about proper etiquette. So I asked the maids which room our guest had been put in. And here I am”. He stops with a foot between you both.

“I didn’t know that it wasn’t ok to turn up to a party early” he chuckles. “Normally the parties I go to are a lot less formal. Require less clothing”. He laughs again. 

“You and I enjoy the same types of party”. You smile. Biting your bottom lip slightly as he takes another step towards you. More intended this time. You put your hand up. Causing him to stop in his tracks as it rests against his chest.

“I am a lady tonight. Rule number two of my ‘to be a lady guide’ was that I’m not meant to be unaccompanied in a room by strange men”. He smiles. A mischievous and soft smile. 

“You’re right. I completely forgot”. You smile. Unnecessarily pulling up your gloves on your arms. “Where is you chaperone?” he says. A teasing in his voice.

“Fuck” you mutter. Him laughing again. You think. Racking your brain for a quick idea. “I’ll ask your sister to be my chaperone”

“My sister?”

“Yes. Eloise. We got on well last time I saw her. We can be each others chaperone” you rest your pointer finger onto his chest. Looking at him as you smile. “We can make sure that we don’t do anything... unladylike tonight”.

“Oh we can’t be having any of that tonight now can we?”

“No we cant”. You look up at him. Eyes meeting his as he looks down on you. “Do you’re brothers know I’m here yet?”

“No. And I wish to keep it that way for as long as possible”. You let out a slight chuckle. 

“You do realise they’ll probably find out when they see me?”.

“You’ll be with my sister. They wont mention anything even slightly scandalous around her”

“Oh well, that’s good to know” he smiles. “What time does the party start?”

“Soon. I’ll send Eloise up to come and fetch you when the other guests start arriving”

“Oh you’re so kind to me” he smiles, turning around. Shutting the door behind him as you watch him leave.

As he’d promised you hear a gentle knock at the door. Eloise coming in. Buzzing as she sees you. Linking an arm with you as she talks. The both of you heading downstairs. The familiar red headed girl coming over and joining the both of you as you stay by the food. Throwing some grapes up into the air and catching them in your mouth. Eloise smiling at you as Penelope lets out a soft laugh. Benedict comes over to the three of you. Smiling at you as you fail at catching a grape. Instead, it sadly bouncing off of your chest and onto the floor.

“You didn’t see that” you say. Causing him to laugh. 

“I’m glad to see you girls having fun” he says. Eyes going to the two other woman by your side. But falling back onto you. “Now, I believe I’ve seen my sister and Penelope on the dance floor but not... you. Miss Isabella”

“That’s because I am a terrible dancer” he chuckles. Holding his hand out. Palm upwards. 

“I’ll lead you”. You smile. Trying to hide it by biting the inside of your cheek. Placing your gloved hand in his as he takes you to the floor. Placing a hand on your waist as you bring your arm up. Letting him lead you as you dance together. 

“Your brothers don’t seem to have noticed that I’m here” you say in a hushed tone.

“They’re to busy with their own ordeals to notice you” he spins you before speaking again. “I told you they wont notice you. Not for a while anyway”

“You’re right. I should’ve trusted you from the start”

“I’m a very trustworthy person” he smiles at you. Spinning you again. 

“I always forget how much fun dancing is”. He lets out a soft chuckle. “What?”. A smile on your face. 

“I can tell you don’t go to balls much”

“How?”

“Because most young woman find them incredibly dull”. Spins.

“I don’t understand that. Everyone looks so beautiful and the food is magnificent. And dancing is fun. So much fun. I wish I could do it more often”. He pauses the dance. Bowing to you as you curtsy at the end of the song. You take his arm, going back to Eloise and Penelope. Pen half smiles at you

“You were brilliant out there Miss Isabella”

“Thank you Miss Featherington” she smiles fully at you. You drop Benedicts arm as you stand. Elise linking her arm with yours instead. The four of you watching as the next dance starts up. 

“Brother” you hear a male voice say. Seeing Anthony walk over. You turn your body slightly. Hoping he doesn’t recognise you as you look at the girls. Benedict mirroring your behavior. Going forward slightly as to hide you from his brothers point of vision. Hearing them start to talk. So focused on trying to remain quiet that you don’t register Eloise talking to you.

“Isabella?”. You look at her. Confusion on your face as you try and recall what she said. 

“Hmm?”. 

“Did you hear a single word of what I said?” Before you can answer you hear a voice behind you speak.

“Isabella”. Anthony’s voice hitting your ears as he says your name. You shut your eyes. Opening them before turning.

“Mr Bridgerton” you smile at him. “Always a pleasure to see you”. His face stern as he watches you. His eyes still boring into you as he addresses his brother.

“Benedict. Can I talk to you? Somewhere more quiet?”. He nods reluctantly. The older turning as he walks away. Followed by his younger sibling shortly behind. 

“Wonder what that is about” Eloise says. The three of you watching as they go outside. The two girls turning back to the dancing and chatting as you watch the boys outside. Seeing Anthony growing angry at his brother. His eyes sending daggers into him. You turn back to the dancing. Watching the men and woman move. Knowing that you going over to help would only make the situation worse.

The end of the dance comes about. Seeing the dance floor disperse. You look out the small window. Expecting to see the Bridgerton brothers outside but no. A small frown coming over your face at their absence. Curiosity wondering where they’d gone to. You turn back to Eloise. Smiling at her “I’m going to run off and use the bathroom. Wont be long”. 

“Be quick. I fear my mother is going to force me to dance” you chuckle. Nodding as you walk off. Wondering around the house, trying to find the brothers. More specifically the second oldest brother. Playing with the necklace around your neck as you look into one of the rooms. No luck. Walking forward you keep your eyes on the room. Bumping into someone. They take your shoulders. Making sure neither of you fall over.

“I’m so sorry” you say quickly. Looking up as they speak.

“Nothing to worry about” he says. “Isabella?” You meet the eyes of the younger Bridgerton brother. 

“Fuck” you mutter. An amused smile on his face at your words.

“I’m not my brother. You don’t have to worry about me trying to kick you out” you nod. A small smile coming over your face as he drops your arms. “I assume Benedict invited you?”

“You assumed correctly”

“Does Anthony know you’re here?”

“Unfortunately yes”. He lets out a small laugh. Smiling at you as a few moments of quiet pass.

“How is your friend? Is her arm getting better?”

“She’s fine. Loving how much attention myself and her sisters are giving her” he chuckles again.

“I can imagine. I remember how much Hyacinth loved having a cold as she got so much attention from everyone”. You laugh softly. Stopping as you hear a noise. The both of you going quiet. 

“Shit” you mutter. Recognising the strong tone of Anthony. Colin grabs your arm. Going into a room and shutting the door. Both of you staying silent for a few minutes as you hear the voices and footsteps walk past the room. “Thank you Mr Bridgerton”. He turns and smiles at you. Meeting your hushed tone.

“My brother has told me a lot about you. He seems to be fond of you. We cant have my other brother ruin that friendship now, can we?” he smiles as you let out a soft laugh. He listens again. Opening the door as he pokes his head out. Turning back to you, he outstretches his hand. You take it. Letting him open the door for you as you go into the corridor. Letting go of his hand as he shuts the door again.

“Colin?” You hear a female voice say. Both of you turning. Seeing Penelope in the hallway.

“Pen” he smiles at her. Her eyes look between the two of you. A small yet fake smile on her face as she looks at you. 

“I’m going to go and fine Eloise” you say. Eyes moving from hers to Colin's. Placing a hand on his upper arm to draw his attention. “Thank you again” you say. Smiling at him as he smiles back at you. You smile at Penelope. Walking past her as you go back to the party. Looking around for the younger Bridgerton. 

“You’ve seemed to have lost your chaperone” a voice says. Looking you see Benedict standing beside you. Smiling at him before turning to look again.

“I’m trying to find her”. You glance up at him before talking again. “How did the talk with your brother go?” you say, almost anxiously.

“I told him that you are my guest. Reminded him of a few guests he’d invited to parties before that people politely forgot about. So to leave you alone this one time”. He looks at you “you don’t have to worry about him potentially kicking you out now. So long as you don’t draw to much attention to yourself”

“So I shouldn’t go to the middle of the dance floor and start stripping”.

“No you shouldn’t do that” he says. Amusement lacing his voice. That’s when you see her. Eloise comes over to you. Linking an arm with you.

“That was absolute agony”. She addresses you and her brother.

“What happened?” he asks.

“Mother made me dance. Told me it would be good to practice for when I get a suitor”. You smile. A chuckle escaping your lips. Spending the rest of the evening with her clinging to your arm.

The party disbands close to midnight. The guest retiring to their beds or homes for the night. You were one of these people. Going to your bedroom. Closing the door. Shutting the curtains of the grand windows before starting to undress. Getting ready for bed as you take off your shoes and gloves. Just as your about to take off your dress there’s a knock at the door. You go over to it. Opening the door. Benedict waiting on the other side. Smiling softly at you. 

“What are you doing here?” you whisper. Eyes on his as he continues to hold his smile.

“I wanted to make sure you had everything before I went to bed”

“You doing that with all your guests or only me?”

“Your the only guest I really care about at this moment in time, if I’m being honest” you let out a light scoff. “Do you need anything?”

“You don’t happen to have any spare night clothes do you?”

“Not for a woman”. You nod. Him speaking before you can say anything else. “I could give you one of my shirts to sleep in? That’s the best I can do”

“Oh no I don’t want to be a hassle”

“Not a problem. Give me a few minutes. I wont be long” he smiles. Turning as he heads to his bedroom down the hall. You watch until hes left your vision. Going back inside your room. Removing your dress. Leaving you in a corset styled bra and underwear. Stockings thigh high. You sit on the edge of the bed. Removing them both. Throwing them on the floor near your shoes and gloves. A knock on the door again.

“Come in” you say. A loud whisper. The door opens. Benedict walks in. He quickly turns around as he sees you in your underwear.

“I got you a shirt” he says. Holding it out behind himself as he faces the half shut door.

“Thank you” you stand up. Grabbing it from his hand. “I get that your being polite but you can look. I don’t have anything that you’ve never seen before” you say. You’ve found that working in a brothel you don’t have the worry of being self conscious about being semi naked or fully naked around people. He turns. You see his eyes flicking to the tops of your breasts before looking at your eyes. You let out a soft chuckle. 

Turning from him. Undoing the bra as you face away. Placing the shirt over yourself before turning around to look at him. His eyes go over your body. He mentally shakes himself before speaking. “I should leave you to rest”. You nod. Your lips tilting slightly as you look at him

“Thank you for inviting me tonight. Its quite nice to live like the other side for once”. He chuckles slightly. 

“I hope its not been to daunting”

“I mean, I feel a bit like a fish out of water. But its still been fun”. You go over to him. Hugging him. Your face resting against his chest as you grip at his tailcoat. His hands coming around you. Resting onto your back. Feeling him rest his head on top of yours.”I really enjoyed it” you whisper.

“I’m glad” he says. Moving away from him as you bring your arms over your chest in a criss-cross fashion. “I should be leaving. I’ve got my own bed to get to” you chuckle slightly. Taking his face in your palms as you bring him downwards. Kissing his forehead. He closes his eyes at the affection. Opening them as you go back down from your tiptoes. Looking up at him. He rests his hands on your hips. Going closer to you as he kisses you. A gentle, soft kiss. Your hands turning to fists as you wrap your arms around his neck. Feeling his hands snake to your lower back. Pulling you into him.

He pulls away. Face inches from yours. A silence filling the air before he speaks in a low, hushed voice. “Tonight, you are a lady”. You half smile. Brushing your lips over his again. His hands gripping at the flesh of your back. Another kiss being exchanged between the two of you before you pull away. Biting at your bottom lip as your eyes look downward. Fingers coming from the back of his neck to play with the collar of his shirt. He looks down at you. Watching you. A playful look in his eyes.

“I am a lady” you whisper back. Eyes looking back up at him. “Because of that... I will wish you goodnight”. You kiss him again. Hands gripping his shirt as you pull him close. The both of you breaking away for air. 

“Goodnight Isa”. He says. Moving away from the warmth of your embrace. 

“Goodnight Benedict” you whisper. Him going to the door. A moment of hesitation before he opens the door. Turning back he gives you a soft smile. Leaving your bedroom as he exists the bedroom. Leaving you for the night.

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[dezelies]

⭑ Substitute Teachers ❜

ᵖ﹕→ ONE.

Some senior students had agreed to a program to teach students who are still lea rning about this world. To give them tips, and advice, and substitute as their teacher for the day.

You, Alex, and some other students have accepted this opportunity. You love to teach children because you have the patience, hence you're a professional at this. While, Alex has the complete opposite reason, his reason being that he only accepted this for the extra grade he will gain.

With his formal suit on, he gained his courage and headed straight to the office where he will get his directions.

Alex held a straight face as he held his shoulder bag with a strong grip, only smiling at the people he familiarized.

"HUY! KUYA! ANG POGI NIYO PO!" You're so handsome! All the grade students yelled as Alex walked out of his car and headed towards his class.

"MGA BATA! BUMALIK NA KAYO SA CLASSROOM NIYO!" The guard yelled making everyone scatter around and leave the school grounds.

While you got easily lost, fascinated by the school. Which was rumored to have underground buildings and other essentials in a community. It made you wake up from your bed feeling curious and excited.

With your borrowed formal clothes you made your way over to the office where you will get your directions with the help of a guard.

As the two of you walked to the office, you both faced each other.

You looked up from your shoes and saw the man in front of you, just outside the door of the entrance that led to the office.

"Hi." You quietly greeted him first, he just glared at you and faced away from you to look at the door.

Before you could even respond to his demeanor a staff called the two of you to come inside with a smile to seem friendly.

He entered first not even opening the door for you, How rude. Was your FIRST impression of him.

"Okay, parehas kayong late." Okay, you're both late. The staff said with a strong expression that says it all.

"So, what are we going to do now?" He asked. You didn't expect his voice to be soft and sound a bit younger but, moving on.

"May isa nalang room sa building six, meaning parehas niyong tuturuan mga bata doon, mga ilang oras lang." There's only one room left in the sixth building, meaning the both of you have to partner up for now to teach the children, only for a few hours.

"Here's a paper that will inform you about your surroundings and the class." She gave the two of you a paper and you immediately observed the information of the children.

"Grade 3 sila? Akala ko po grade 6 ang tuturuan ko?" They're 3rd graders? I thought I was going to teach 6th graders? You saw their names and couldn't resist judging their names, like come on! Who the fuck names their child Calvin Klein? An underwear brand?

"Ehem! Miss? Are you listening?" She waved her hand in front of you making you snap out and look back up at her.

"Like what I said, there's only one room left!" She firmly said, her annoyance obviously radiating off of her voice.

"Okay po. What time are we going to go there?" He looked up from his clipboard and seeked for her answer.

"In about 40 minutes. Quickly get to know each other, it seems like to you are both strangers." She shooed the two of you and pointed at the door.

"Uhm, alright." You awkwardly held onto the clipboard that came with the paper.

You didn't know where to go so you just followed him around making him a bit annoyed, since he just wanted this day to be over already.

"Are you good?" You gave him a smile, assuring him that he could talk to you.

"Yeah." He responded dryly, "Well, alright, I heard the cafeteria in this school is pretty large and has good food, would you like to come?" You offered him to come with you.

"Err.. 'wag na, mamaya nalang, may 12 minutes nalang tayo before we go to the children's room." Err.. we can't, maybe later, since we only have 12 minutes before entering the children's room. He differed.

"Oh, come on! Mabilis lang naman." It will be quick! You insisted, standing up to see if he would come along.

"Seriously, no. Bahala ka nalang diyan, if you get late." He picked up his stuff and headed to the 6th building.

Oh, he's pretty bossy. You grabbed your stuff and followed him to the building.

You both entered the room and was greeted by the children in the class. "Hello!" You waved at them with your charisma.

"Goodmorning po!" They all said in unison while standing up, some with their cheeky smile.

"I'm Ate Y/N! You don't have to call me Teacher Y/N pero, it's fine if you want to." You noted to them.

"And this is-" He cut you off, "Goodmorning, I'm Kuya Alex, and is there someone who's willing to introduce themselves in front of the class?" They stayed silent not wanting to do it.

That's too straight forward, baka nahihiya yung mga bata. You thought for a moment, "Or! Let's play a little game!" They agreed and waited for you to respond,

"I want everyone to stand up." They all stood up, surprising Alex a bit, "Okay po, very good. Partner yourselves into TWO or more!" They all rushed to their very best friends and held the other.

"Okay, sige. So with your group pwede po ba kayong mag-stay sa isang table so that we can start the introduction?" Alright. So, with your group, can we stay around one table so that we can start our introduction? They nodded and laughed in excitement.

"Here's a twist! We are not going to introduce ourselves but! Introduce the other person in your group! Like this, This is Alex po, he's my best friend he can be a bit bossy at times but he's a great friend!" They gasped and excitedly nodded.

"So, who wants to go first!?" Most of them raised their hand and you picked the one that caught your eye first. As they all introduced their friend one by one, Alex observed the whole thing happen, simply shocked by your teaching style.

"All of you are very good students! But! I'll give a piece of chocolate to the one who will answer my question!" You caught their attention automatically and students prepared to raise their hand to participate even if they get it wrong.

"Oh sige, how do we put an elephant in a fridge?" You saw a lot of the same hands so you decided to choose one who hasn't been raising her hand at all.

"You! How do we put an elephant in a fridge?" She hesitantly stood up, the other kids looking at her for her answer.

"Kakatayin po!" We slaughter it! She confidently answered, making you, Alex, and the other kids laugh at her answer.

"AY! Nice try, Reb, maybe that was a unique answer but the real answer is-".

"So, does anybody have a question?" Alex looked at each one of them with a friendly smile.

"Me!" One child raised his hand, "Okay, go ahead." He crossed his arms. "Mag-jowa po ba kayo ni Ate Y/N?" Are you and Y/N together? He asked shocking the two of you while the whole class cheered on with an "Ayie!"

"Okay, thank you for your question, Jak. But, me and Ate Y/N are friends!" The disappointed look they had after his answer made you laugh.

"Any other questions?" "Ako po!" "Okay, Roberto go." "May jowa na po ba kayo?" Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? What is it with these ridiculous questions, Alex thought. "Wala pa po, I'm quite busy with my studies." You answered.

Another disappointed look but someone raised their hand again, "May crush ka po?" Do you have a crush? Nanaman? "Okay, the next person who asks about my love life will gain a deduction on the next seatwork." Finally, they stopped.

The class hour ended meaning you and Alex had to say your goodbye's and see if you both can come back tomorrow...

TBC

sorry 😔

#alex quackity #alex quackity x y/n #quackity #quackity blurb #quackity fanfic #quackity fluff #quackity imagine #quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackityhq

[pyroraptordraws]

You know what: *Scugs your character*

Aka. my excuse to draw a bunch of random characters as Scugs because they’re fairly simple to draw (at least for me and in this simplistic style)

Explanations who’s who under the cut:

From left to right, top to bottom:

Sebastian-Stardew Valley: Figured to make him just the edgiest Scug on this page, he does have some orange fur patches from his mom.

Ienzo-Kingdom Hearts: The grey one. He has a dark line around his neck from Chain of Memories.

Even-Kingdom Hearts: The marshmallow. An old eepy boi. He’s got some burn scars under his fur.

Sam-Stardew Valley: He looks like Demyx. That’s why he’s here, because I thought it was funny

Demyx-Kingdom Hearts: Looks a lot like Sam. The difference between the two as scugs is that Demyx has gills and turquise markings.

Xion and Roxas-Kingdom Hearts: The black and the brown one with two spears, do not seperate them.

Axel-Kingdom Hearts: Ketchup coloured boi

Isa-Kingdom Hearts: is done with Axel’s ketchupness. He’s the boi with the light blue fur and x scar

Zenos-FFXIV: The blonde one with the grey tail, he’s on here twice because my partner really wanted me to draw him with their WoL. Eternally stuck at karma 1

Artem-OC: He’s the one next to the smaller Zenos looking up at him, the black and white one. My partner has made them a proper scug design by now.

Alphys-Undertale: the yellow orange one. I care her.

Undyne-Undertale: Probably spent too much time on her design, but you cant have alphys without her and vice versa. Do not seperate

Sakura-OC: My friend @lesbianvenat WoL. They’re Viera so bunny scug.

Alphinaud and Alisaie-FFXIV: They’re the two fluffy white ones with the braid. Twins. Do not seperate.

Zuko and Iroh-ATLA: Once again, do not seperate. Zuko would totally get adopted by Artificer, hands down.

Fandaniel-FFXIV: The dark green Scug on the very left. 100% responsible for everyone being Scugs

Peridot-SU: Angry triangle, smol but will bite

Haurchefant, Emmanellain and Artoirel-FFXIV: The silver, brown and black one below Alphinaud and Alisaie. The heartshaped mark on their forehead is absolutely their family mark and Artoirel is mad his has a crack in it.

Toph-ATLA: Angry, rond slugpup. I gave her a cinderblock

Katara-ATLA: She’s the slugcat next to Aang. Her and her brother look a lot alike

Aang-ATLA: Looks more like a mouse than a scug

Pearl, Steven, Amethyst and Garnet-SU: your welcome for the aneurysm as i listed them in the uncanny order. Amy is eating a plastic bag. A bad example to the bean

Lapis Lazuli-SU: Joins the group of waterscugs on the right, sees Moon and wants to leave i guess

Sokka-ATLA: Waterscug with a white tail, he’s the one swimming downward.

Jasper-SU: Angry, an absolute unit, will bite you. Angry cheetoh

Pebbles-RW: If you don’t know this one, you’re prbly on the wrong tag by accident

Suns-RW: He’s very tall, fluffy and yellow/orange

NSH-RW: Very green, I gave him his scarf since taking that away from him is illegal.

Moon-RW: I gave her some yellow because I love adding overseer colours in some capacity on their respective iterator. It makes sense and yellow actually suits her quite well!

Sliver of Straw: Pale-green one in the bottom right, one of her ears is missing because i like drawing her with only one antennae.

#RW #Rain World #steven universe #SU #Undertale #ATLA #FFXIV #please sent help #Stardew Valley

[yellowcry]

What's with the door?

Pepa was surprised, seeing a new name on her child's door. Was there something wrong?

Short piece of Dolores coming out to the second person in the family. Made for trans visibility day. So, reminder, you're all welcome in here and extremely valid

It was easy to miss. Even Pepa herself wasn't looking at *'s door too often to spot how the name had changed. The only time when it happened in her memory was when Mama's door changed her name to Abuela.

Camilo was the first to spot a change in his sibling's door.

"What do you mean?" Pepa asked, worried. She got out of her armchair. A light wind ruffled her hair. Was there something wrong with *?

Camilo nodded, taking her arm. "There's written Dolores!"

At first, Pepa didn't believe him. Why would the name on a door change all of a sudden? It had never happened before, there was no reason for Casita to put a random name.

It, indeed, was wrong. Strong cold wind wind rose as Pepa nervously grabbed her braid, pulling out her hair. What happened to her child? What if there was something wrong with * and Casita wanted to show it?

Worried, Pepa slowly knocked on a glowing door. She needed to get answers. "Mijo? I'm coming in." She announced, breaking inside when the answer didn't follow in a split of second.

Pepa's eldest fell off the chair in surprise. Isabela who stood just next to * tensed, helping her cousin to get up. Staring down, Pepa had finally noticed that * looked wrong. A normal costume was shown off, lying on the unmade bed. Instead of it, a lilac dress, which undoubtedly belonged to Isabela, hung like a bag. Too big for * slim proportions.

It took a moment for Pepa to suppress her shock. She called out her child's name. "What are you doing?" A nervous snowflake fell on her sleeves. * looked down for a moment as Pepa approached. "I'm not upset, I just want to know what is going on." She assured, kneeling down next to her child.

Isabela opened her mouth, but * reached her palm stop. "Isa, this is my talk," * asked, making Isabela retreat, taking a step back.

There wasn't anything strange with wearing your siblings' clothes. Of course. Pepa did it herself. But with * reaction... The wind grew stronger, as it was obvious that there was something more to it. Pepa could see it in her eldest's face.

* closed * eyes, cletching * hands together. "Mama, I... I need to tell you something. I am a girl." * breathed out, as she always did in tense moments. When the secrets couldn't be holden back in her mind.

Pepa froze for a second. "You are?" She reached, unsured. Her palm lay on her daughter (alive daughter)'s shoulder. Was it why the name on a door had changed? It all made sense now, the door now called her Dolores. It wasn't a mistake, just a new name for her baby.

Dolores nodded, a little tense. "You know how Tía helps some people to change their characteristics?" Of course, it happened from time to time. But she never thought her child would need it too.

Pepa smiled, a warm sun already dried the snow. She pulled the edge of a purple skirt. "You look beautiful." The entire thing with wearing Isabela's dress had so much more meaning now. Not as a childish game, but a really important act.

Isabela chuckled, crossing her arms. "Told you," it made Pepa wonder if her eldest niece knew about it. Considering the situation, Pepa was completely sure she did.

Pepa pulled her child closer in a hug. It was just so unbelievable. A little hard to believe that Dolores wasn't a boy.

Dolores pushed her face into Pepa's bright dress, her eyes left wet marks. Rain dripped over them as Pepa held her daughter close. Not from being sad, it just was so overwhelming.

"Do you know what it means?" Pepa pulled away, grabbing Dolores' wrist. "We're about to rob a clothing store."

Bright sun rays glowed on their faces. Pepa was joking, of course. She wouldn't mind doing it in reality, but for now, they could deal with it. Dolores seemed okay with wearing a bit unfit for her clothes. Maybe Pepa could give her something out of her old wardrobe too.

It took a while to calm down initial emotions. Pepa placed two steaming cups of black coffee on a table in Dolores' room. A bitter smell filled the room, spreading up to the ceiling.

Isabela followed behind, holding her own cup. Much to Pepa's dismay, she preferred café con leche. In Pepa's opinion drinking that thing was illegal, but it wasn't important right now.

Pepa pushed one of the cups to Dolores. "I'm so happy." She muttered, taking a sip.

Dolores' finger slid across the edge of her cup. She didn't drink such a hot coffee, unlike her mother. "I was worried about telling you." She confirmed, staring into Pepa's eyes. "Or the family in general."

"Well, you told Isabela?" Pepa muttered. She was happy, of course. It was pleasing to know how much Dolores trusted her cousin.

Dolores shrugged. "I was upset with her new pretty dress."

"You started crying over me asking how I look."

Pepa sighed. These two were such siblings.

It still was strange. Calling her Dolores was unusual, several times Pepa had to cut herself off when she was about to say the wrong name, but she did her best to control herself. Isabela wasn't much better, but got herself to using a nickname she had for Dolores when they were in kindergarten, to make it lay easier on her tongue. Dolores was grateful for them trying to use the right name, even if it was visibly strange for them both.

It turned out, Pepa wasn't much behind in time. Isabela was told just a few hours ago. And the door had changed after that. Pepa felt her internal guilt calming down. She was upset that she didn't realize the name had changed earlier.

Well, technically it was Camilo who noticed.

In the end of the day, it didn't matter if Dolores was a girl or a boy. She was Pepa's little child. The one that she carried for months, pampered and raised. Pepa loved her kids more than anything.

#encanto #dolores madrigal #fanfic #ao3 author #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal

[marlenesluv]

Lovers to Strangers to Friends. (CL)

summary: Y/n and Charles have been an iconic paddock couple since 2019, everyone loves them, but what happens when a rumor spreads that Y/n is cheating? (ends in friendship, dw)

note: pls note that this smau does not end with y/n being with charles or any driver, it’s only angst lol

fc: greta gabriella kazaren

warnings: angst, cussing

masterlist here -> masterlist link

^ check my list for all posts! ^

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twitter:

F1 Drama Blog @f1dramaa1 • 2hrs ago

This morning, we have some big F1 Wag need to cover for you guys. Let’s do some background for new fans here: Y/n Y/l/n and Charles Leclerc have been dating since 2019, that’s 4 years! Fans love them, they love how they bring out the best in each other and how Y/n always goes to races and is so kind with the fans! But we have bad news….

Last night, Y/n was seen in New York with none other than Jacob Elordi. We might have glossed over this, but she missed the Monaco Grand Prix to be with Jacob?? And, she wasn’t wearing the iconic necklace that Charles got her, one that she has said, “I will never take this off!”

Let’s not even get into how Y/n didn’t go to the last two Leclerc dinners…. things are suspicious, possibly cheating?

Comments have been turned off for respect of privacy for Charles! Please refrain from gossiping unless you know facts!

*comments have been disabled*

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“Charles, you have got be joking?!” you said, following Charles out of his bedroom and to the living room as he had all of your bags packed when you got back to his house from New York.

“I’m not joking, Y/n. Get out. I cant do this.” he shook his head, your eyes filling with tears.

You knew that going to see Jacob last minute wasn’t the best idea, but you were there in order to plan a surprise for Charles, running into Jacob at the store was truly random. You weren’t a cheater either, in your last relationships, actually, you were the one being cheated on.

“You’re breaking up with me because of what Twitter says? This is ridiculous, Cha-“

“You don’t get to tell me what’s ridiculous. I mean, it makes sense! The random phone calls that you wont tell me who they are with? Leaving Monaco to go to New York randomly, also not telling me why. The last two family dinners?” Charles was mad, beyond mad, but he really didn’t need to be.

“The dinners? Oh, fuck you. You knows why I missed those. You seriously think that I can just call off work whenever you want me to? My work is unpredictable, I work late sometimes, I have clients that need things when they text or call, that’s how I get paid!”

“I could just pay for you-“

“No. No, no, no. You know this has been my dream job since I was little. Its not even about the money, it’s about me doing something I love. And you can’t support that. I have supported you during every race, Charles. I have always cancelled my plans to go to your races, yet you never even visit me at work! You wanna talk about our ‘issues’? Okay, here’s one: Why don’t you let me ever explain something before you get mad. Or, the fact that you think the world revolves around you? Or-“ he cut you off with a scoff.

You stared at him and grabbed your bags, “Fine, you want to just throw four years away over a fucking rumor, cool with me. Should have seen this coming.” You slammed his door and cried down the elevator to your car. This sucked, but at least you had a clean conscious since you did nothing wrong.

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y/n.user: moved in with my bsf this week! spain is beautiful ❤️‍🔥🇪🇸

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isahernaez: 🇪🇸❤️‍🔥

*liked by creator*

fpforcha: oh good, the cheater left

↳ f1fp8: right, cause we know for a fact that she did?

f1wags: aw :( even if she is now considered an ex wag, i will still love her posts. hope her and isa have fun

carmenmmundt: stunninggg!!! so happy you’re with isa, you guys will have sm fun

francisca.cgomes: pretty girls!!

user3: hate to see them broken up, but she is glowing

lewishamilton: have fun in spain!! 🇪🇸

↳ y/n.user: thank you lewis!

brocedes4: lewis picked his side of this divorce fr

f1gal9: i love how i came with carlos and charles, but i’m staying with isa and y/n

exwagsf1page: soo, do i start posting y/n now…

*liked by creator*

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charles’ instagram story:

seen by: arthur_leclerc, carlossainz55, and 1,262,023 others

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your instagram story:

seen by: charles_leclerc, kellypiquet, and 587,017 others

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text messages with charles:

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tagged: isahernaez and aricason

y/n.user: protecting my peace with my girls, puzzles, and wine 🎀

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user2: awe, we all love you sm!! so glad you spoke out about the rumors

isahernaez: best trio of the decade

↳ aricason: century

↳ y/n.user: that ever existed

*liked by isahernaez and aricason*

logansargeant: miss doing puzzles together, glad you’re doing well in spain!

↳ y/n.user: come to spain!! i miss you and the puzzles

lsediits: logan + y/n still being friends is iconic

user6: ex wags are the bestttt, they slay (so do current ones dgmw)

f1fp81: angellllllll

lilymhe: miss you, pretty

↳ y/n.user: i miss you too!

user3: red wine >

y/nfp1: charles really dropped the ball with y/n

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“Isa! Oh my god, you spilt the marinara-“ you laughed, gripping the island as Isa stared at the floor where she had just dropped the dish that was holding said marinara.

As Isa ran to the counter to grab paper towel, you took a picture of the pile of red sauce, still laughing as Isa ripped some paper towel off the roll.

Living with Isa was a blessing in disguise. The breakup was difficult, yes, and you’re sure it sucked for Charles as well, but now you were happier than you ever were.

You loved Charles, really, you did, but his constant lack of enthusiasm and support for your job was horrible. Being there for him all the time was never a question, sure, it was draining trying to make flights right after work, but you wanted to be there for him. But he was never there for you.

Moving in with Isa made you realize, fully, how much more you deserve. When you explained, in full detail, about how Charles’ behavior and the breakup, she was fuming. Cussing in spanish as she stomped around the house.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Isa said, as she continued to laugh and wipe up her mess, you joined her to clean as well.

“Sorry sorry. Be careful of the glass. I’ll grab the broom.” you got up, jogging over to the cleaning closet and grabbed the broom and pan, going back and cleaning up the glass.

Living with Isa was also messy, and chaotic, but you really wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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charles_leclerc: 📸

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f1wags: hmph 😒

cl16: photographer charles!

arthur_leclerc: ❤️

user7: okk…..

y/nsfp7: missing him and y/n together, but she’s better off

lorenzotl: photographer, pianist, and f1 driver

*liked by charles_leclerc*

ferrarifriends: love these pictures!

user3: ferrari men 🤝 being the biggest red flags 🚩

exwagsf1: miss y/n in these photos, but she seems happier, idkk

boomvroom11: these pictures are so cool!!!

joris_trouche: hes the photo man

*liked by charles_leclerc*

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text messages with charles:

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F1 News Article on Google:

Good Morning, Formula 1 Fans! Today, we have some coverage on Ex-Wag, Y/n Y/l/n, and F1 Driver, Charles Leclerc. If you are not interested in the Wag+Driver world, I would skip this article. Now, let’s debrief!

Charles and Y/n broke up about two months ago, both of them posted on their Instagram stories. Now, they still follow each other on Instagram, Twitter, and Tik Tok, so we know they have public ally remained friendly.

Yesterday, multiple fans have spotted and taken pictures of the broken up couple hanging out with Isa Hernáez, ex of Carlos Sainz, and Joris Trouche, friends with Charles and Y/n.

They were seen getting coffee at a local Madrid Cafe, then some shopping, and all seen getting in Charles’ Ferrari, Y/n in the passenger with Charles driving, Isa and Joris in the back.

We do not think this means the two will get back together, but seeing them as friends makes us all very happy, I’m sure.

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tagged: isahernaez, charles_leclerc, joris_trouche

y/n.user: double date night (me+isa and joris+cha)

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f1wags: isa and y/n=power couple (deadass)

charles_leclerc: had so much fun!!

↳ joris_trouche: i did too!!

↳ isahernaez: cutest couple ever the two of you!

↳ charles_leclerc: 😒

↳ y/n.user: so true, isa!!!

user3: this actually healed my heart :’)

ferraripics7: loveeee thissssss

dr3edits: i thought they broke up!?

↳ f1wags: they did!! they are friends tho!

↳ dr3edits: ohh ok ty!

lilymhe: cutest

↳ y/n.user: you are

user8: logan rn: 🧍

↳ f1fans: her and logan hung out a few weeks ago and did a live stream on insta LOL

y/nfp123: ICONNNNN

user1: so glad they are friends now!!

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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc angst #cl16 #cl16 one shot #cl16 x y/n #cl16 x you #cl16 x reader #cl16 imagine #cl16 smau #f1 smau #f1 one shot #f1 x you #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x reader #f1 imagine

[rjshepherd]

I tried SO hard to like SIGNALIS. It has everything I love, the puzzles, the easy to enjoy gameplay loop. But I just couldn't get into it. I had no idea what was happening the entire time, I didn't even know elsters name until the end. I understand it's cosmic horror and it's meant to drive you mad but I dont find that fun!

The main reason I checked it out was because it was meant to be like silent hill and it certainly is but something is missing. By the end of sh2 for example I always understood what James had done and why. The endings were just him redeeming himself in various ways. Sort of got the endings here but not how we got there.

No one asked but since I have a foundation degree in games design here's how I'd fix the parts of SIGNALIS that drove me nuts.

Elster never speaks outside of cutscenes and there's not much dialogue in them. Give us a diary of her thoughts, explaining how she's feeling about what's going on. I found it hard to care about elster and Ariane because I couldn't understand what was happening in game and how it related to them. Elster is almost a blank slate and I personally have no investment in this story. Letting me know elsters thought process would get me more invested.

The 6 slot inventory system is atrocious. Yes yes rule of 6 and all that but it's still terrible. You're telling me I'm trapped in dream of a mining planet with not a single bag I could use to hold more shit??? Could Ariane not have Dreamt me up a holdall? Or make it like re4 where things have sizes. A rifle shouldn't take up as much space as a tarot card.

A glossary of the enemies, characters and locations would be REALLY interesting. I don't know if it's BC I'm stupid but I found it hard to keep track of everyone because most of the characters are numbered rather than named.

I am begging y'all to just explain a few things blatantly. What is the connection between Ariane and aline aside from looks. Why would the government send a useful bioresinance human like Ariane on a suicide mission? If ISA was dead the whole time how and why is she there in arianes dream loop??? How can falke be both Ariane and elster ??? What's going on with Adler? How are the other replikas you talk to not going mad?

Again maybe I'm just fuckin stupid but I had to watch a 2 hour video explaining the most basic concept of the game to me. You can say the story is ment to be obtuse and up for interpretation but I couldn't Intuit shit. I was SO confused the entire time which is a shame BC I was having fun playing.

Edit

ALSO EPILEPSY MODE WOULD BE NICE. IM TRYING TO LEARN ABOUT THE SAD SPACE LESBIANS NOT HAVE A SEIZURE OR MIGRAINE.

#SIGNALIS #ariane #elster

[barbex]

happy Friday to you <3 I'd love to see: “come here” *leaps into lover’s arms for a kiss* for any couple you feel inspired to write <3

Thank you for tonight's @dadrunkwriting prompt. A little Isabela x Hawke story.

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Isabela scans the post of Jader for the tenth times in the last 15 minutes. The crow's nest isn't her usual place, but as long as the Dancing Siren lies in port, she might as well use the higher vantage point to look over the busy port. It also gives her an excellent view of her crew down on deck. Which she likes to remind them of, sometimes.

"Oi, Vollen. You call that coiling a rope?" She yells down, grinning at Vollen jumping like a schoolboy caught at picking his nose.

"I'll do it again, captain," he yells up to her, picking up the rope again. 

"You better," Isabela says, more to herself. The crew is good, she doesn't expect any trouble. But they need reminders, occasionally. She watches the deck for a while, just to make sure that everyone knows what they're supposed to be doing and that they actually do it. The deck looks good, freshly scrubbed and sanded. She should probably let them go for shore leave soon. 

As she glances back to the port, something catches her eye. A rider on a horse. Not that horses are so unusual, but still, few people ride a horse directly towards the ships. Horses are nervous creatures and a spooked horse among cargo, sailors, and ropes, spells disaster. 

This horse seems to be calm, though. Extremely calm, actually, not even baulking at a wooden box escaping the netting and crashing down right next to them. Isabela looks at the rider. They wear a long leather coat, their face hidden. One hand rests on the saddle, only loosely holding the reins, the other strokes over the horse's neck. A calm rider and a calm horse. In front of the Dancing Siren, the horse stops and the rider looks up, directly at Isabela. 

"Hello, captain. Permission to come on board?"

That voice. So familiar. Could be a problem, she's made plenty of enemies in her life. Isabela climbs down, jumping onto the deck and puts her hand on the railing. This is her ship. Nobody will take it away from her.

"I don't let just anybody come on board of my ship."

The rider slides off the horse, whispering to it, and ties the reins to a pole. It doesn't look like a good knot, Isabela would never accept that kind of knotwork on her ship. The rider steps towards the plank and bows, red hair spilling forward from the hood. As they rise again, they throw the hood back and Isabela can finally see their face.

"Hawke?"

She still has that stupid red streak of kaddis on her nose, and she grins like a cat who caught the fish. "Captain Isabela, may I come on board?"

"You damn fart of a mabari!" Isabela holds out her arms. "Come here, you."

With a laugh, Hawke runs up the plank, and throws herself into Isabela's arms. She laughs, Isabela laughs, and then their lips find each other and then it's just the two of them, holding each other. 

"Maker, I've missed you," Hawke says, at last relaxing her urgent hold on Isabela.

"I've missed you too." Isabela watches her, wondering where they stand. The wind never blew in the same direction for both of them, but winds can change over time. "What's your plan?"

Hawke presses another kiss on Isabela's cheek. "Isa, love, can Fish and I stay on your ship?"

"Fish?"

Hawke gestures to the pier, where her horse has pulled the knot open and has his head inside of a bag of grains. "That's her name, Fish." 

"A horse named Fish, and you want her to come on my ship?"

Hawke uses her best puppy eyes on Isabela. "Please?"

"You think your horse can handle the open sea and storms?"

A dark shadow passes over Hawke's face. "This horse doesn't even flinch when breaches to the fade open right next to her with demons pouring out, she'll be fine."

There's a story here that Isabela wants to hear. And even if there wasn't a story... she wants Hawke to stay.

"Well, let's see how you landlubbers do on my ship." 

"Oi, Fish," Hawke calls to the horse. "Get up here."

There's something funny about watching a horse walk up a plank. It makes Isabela smile. And when she looks at Hawke, she smiles even more.

#hawkebela fic #dadrunkwritng #Isabela #Hawke #dragon age fanfiction #my writing

[strawberryancake]

enhypen jungwon as a law student

tags: smut, written in taglish lol

jungwon has a mommy kink

You went to the bar alone. Sobrang wala ka na sa katinuan kaya hindi mo na napigilan magpunta sa labas at uminom. Usually, sa condo mo lang naman ginagawa ‘yun pero dahil gusto mo rin ng panibagong environment, you decided to go out.

You did not invite your friends as well. Naisip mo kasing may mga pamilya at mga anak na rin sila kaya hindi mo na inabala. Besides, kaya ka lang naman nagpunta sa bar kasi grabe na rin ang pressure ng magulang mo.

You’re already 25, last year mo na rin sa doctorate degree

mo, kung kaya’t samu’t saring kantiyaw at ‘kailan ka magkaka jowa?’ na tanong ang lagi mong naririnig, usually from your relatives.

As you situate yourself against the bar counter, you immediately order a margarita. It’s either ito ang inoorder mo o ‘di kaya ilang baso ng whiskey.

“Hi, Ma’am, here’s your margarita,” masiglang bati ng bartender. Agad mo naman siyang pinasalamatan at sinimulan na ring inumin ang alak.

The place you went to is far from how a bar looks like. Kumbaga ito ‘yung bar ng mga taong tapos na sa phase ng maingay, walwal, at tanging sopistikadong musika at mga taong nakabusiness attire lang ang nakikita mo sa paligid.

You bitterly laughed nang mapagtanto mong para sa mga kagaya mo ang ganitong mga lugar—mga nawawala sa landas kahit matanda na, mga naghahanap ng taong makakausap, at literal na malulungkot na tao ang talagang sineserve nila rito.

Malapit na mawala sa kalendaryo edad mo, pero imbis na maghanap ka ng lalaking bubuntis sa’yo, heto ka, nagpapakasasa sa isang high-end na bar sa BGC mag-isa.

Your drinks piled up. Sunod-sunod mong ininom ang mga basong inaabot sa’yo ng bartender. Hindi mo na rin pinapakialaman ang mga tao sa paligid mo kahit medyo dumadami na sila.

“Isa pa pong baso, Sir,” ani mo sa bartender. Nakarinig ka ng boses na unti-unting lumalapit tungo sa direksyon mo ngunit hindi mo na lang ito pinansin.

“Uh, Kuya Reston, ‘wag mo na po siyang bigyan. Kanina ko pa kasi napapansin na medyo napaparami na siya.”

“Are you alone?” Baling niya sa’yo.

Agad mo naman siyang sinamaan ng tingin kung kaya’t padabog mo rin siyang sinagot.

“Don’t fucking mind me,” sabi mo. “Kung kanina ka pa nandito, dapat alam mong hindi mo dapat ako pinapakialaman.”

Natawa naman siya.

Natawa amputa?

“Concerned lang po,” aniya. “Do you mind if I join you?”

Hindi ka na lang sumagot at inabot ang shot glass mula sa bartender.

“What brings you here?”

The man tried to converse with you but you did not mind him. Mas iniisip mo ang problemang matagal na bumabagabag sa’yo kung kaya’t tumuloy ka lang sa pag-iinom.

“Sungit.”

“Can you leave me alone?” Mataman mo siyang tinitigan to scare him off, however, the man just smiled fondly at you—at dahil d’yan, nakita mo rin ang lubog na lubog nitong dimples.

“Paano kung ayoko?”

“Eh ‘di ako na lang aalis!”

Kukunin mo na ang bag mo para sana umalis at nagbill out ka na rin sa counter ngunit pinigilan ka niya.

“Don’t leave,” aniya. “I’m not gonna harm you. Nandito lang din ako kasi bored ako. Saka wala akong balak sa’yo, Miss, gusto ko lang makipagkwentuhan.”

Hindi mo alam kung ano mararamdaman mo—kasi alam mong pumunta ka sa bar para lunurin lang ang sarili mo sa alak, pero dahil may makulit sa tabi mo, parang nabagabag tuloy ang payapa mong buhay.

“Ang dami mong alam.”

“I know. Kaya nga ako nakapasa sa UP Law.”

Agad ka namang napatingin sa kanya.

“You’re from UP Law?!”

Natawa naman siya. “Sa kasamaang palad.”

“I went here alone because I was so stressed out. Hindi ko naman inexpect na sobrang hirap pala ng law school, let alone in UP.”

You scoffed.

“Malamang. Law school nga, eh. I have a friend in UP Law. She’s already in her fourth year. Ayun, nasiraan na siya ng bait.”

“Ni hindi na nga namin siya nakakausap.”

Nagpatuloy pa ang kwentuhan niyo—from Law School, to your doctorate degree, hanggang sa hindi mo na rin namalayan na medyo nahihilo ka na.

“Are you okay?” Tanong ni Jungwon. You introduced yourselves to each other at nagulat ka dahil ang unusual ng pangalan nito—only to realize he’s a full-blooded Korean na dumito sa Pilipinas ang magulang dahil mas maayos daw dito.

Na ikinatawa mo na lang.

“Yeah,” sagot mo. “Kinda dizzy. But ‘m fine.”

“Are you sure? Kaya mo pa ba?”

“Oo nga,” at this point, ramdam mo na talaga ang tama ng alak sa’yo. Kumukulit ka na rin at hindi mo na rin napipigilan ang tabas ng bibig mo.

“Jungwon,” tawag mo sa kanya. “Your dimples look so cute. Can I poke it?”

Bahagya naman siyang natawa. Pansin mo rin na medyo magkalapit na ang distansya niyong dalawa at amoy na amoy mo na rin ang pabango nitong pamilyar ka—Mango Thai Lime by Jo Malone.

S’yempre pamilyar ka. Suki ka sa Jo Malone store sa Podium eh.

“P’wede naman,” natatawang tugon nito.

You did not mind the distance—agad mong nilapitan ang mukha niya to poke his dimples.

Muntik ka pang ma-out of balance mula sa pagtayo, kung kaya’t agad ka namang inalalayan ng lalaki.

You suddenly felt the hot temperature inside the bar. Nagtataka ka kung bakit biglang uminit ang lugar, gayong kaninang pagkapasok mo ay kulang na lang magpatong ka ng jacket dahil sa lamig.

Not to mention you wore a slightly slutty dress tonight—gold sleeveless dress na may kababaan ang neckline, habang ang dalawang magkabilang gilid ng tela ay may bilog na butas.

Kaya siguro ramdam mong mainit. Kasi ang init ng palad ni Jungwon sa bewang mo.

“Gonna poke your dimples na,” sabi mo, medyo kinakain mo na ang mga salita mo dahil sa pagkahilo at lasing.

“Hmm.”

Matapos mong ilang ulit hinahawakan ang dimples niya ay natatawa-tawa ka rin. Lasing ka na nga.

“Hey,” tawag niya. “Are you sure you’re okay? Lasing ka na yata.”

Bahagya kang kinilabutan dahil tapat na tapat sa tenga mo ang boses niya. You can clearly hear how his breath brushes against your ear, kung kaya’t napakapit ka sa malapad nitong balikat.

“Oo..”

“I’m fine,” pagpupumilit mo. Alam mo sa sarili mong hindi mo na rin kaya, however, gusto mo lang din talaga magpakalasing ngayong gabi.

Plus ang gwapo pa ng kasama mo.

“I don’t think you still are,” sagot niya. “Hahatid na kita sa place mo.”

Hindi mo na rin pinilit na tumanggi. Either way, inaantok ka na rin naman na.

“Saan ba location mo? Pin natin sa Waze,” salubong ng lalaki nang makapasok na kayong dalawa sa kotse niya. His car is so spacious—kulay silver ang Mazda SUV nito, at nang titigan mo ang likod ay sobrang luwag lalo pa’t ang mga upuan ay nakatupi.

You did not answer right away. Nadistract ka dahil ngayon ka lang din talaga nakakita ng ganitong kaluwag na kotse.

Naisip mo tuloy na talagang batikan na ang lalaki sa mga galawan niya. Sino ba naman kasing bachelor ang bibili ng spacious na kotse? ‘Di ba dapat ‘pag gano’n ay convertible o two-seater lang ang kotse mo?

Napasinghal ka naman dahil sa naisip mo.

“Ah, ano,” sabi mo. “Teka, type ko,” still slurry, you managed to type your address.

Na eventually ay in-autocorrect ng Waze dahil mali-mali spelling mo.

“Your seatbelt, please,” aniya. Dalawang beses niya itong inulit pero dahil abala ka ring ifocus ang sarili mo sa thought na kailangan mong magpatanggal ng amats, hindi mo siya pinansin.

At bahagya kang nagulat nang biglang lumapit siya sa harap mo. Noong una, wala siyang ginagawa. Nakatingin lang siya sa’yo.

Pero dahil hindi mo rin talaga alam kung anong pakay niya, sinunggaban mo siya.

Hinalikan mo siya nang mariin.

Hinapit mo siya papalapit sa’yo. You can also feel his hot and breathy moans against your kisses. Pakiramdam mo, mas lalo kang nalalasing sa paraan ng paghalik niya sa’yo.

Para ka kasi niyang nilolooban.

“J-Jungwon,” tawag mo sa kanya habang naghahalikan kayo. “Fuck,” mura niya.

“Sorry..”

“Aayusin ko lang talaga seatbelt mo, sorry, I went too far,” mabilis niyang balik matapos ilock ang seatbelt.

Eh kaso horny ka na.

Kaya nang simulan niya ang pagmamaneho, inabot mo ang kamay niya.

Tapos pinatong mo sa exposed mong hita.

God, ang init ng kamay ni Jungwon, ani mo pa sa isip mo. Hindi naman din tinanggal ni Jungwon ang kamay niya at patuloy lang din siya sa pagmamaneho.

Maya-maya pa ay ramdam mo na kung paanong tumataas ang kamay niya papunta sa gitna ng hita mo.

You can’t help but to omit a very unexpected moan, kung kaya’t tinakpan mo ang bibig mo. When you looked at Jungwon, you saw him smirked.

And then you felt his hand grip your thigh more. His fingers are drawing circles against your skin, while his other hand maneuvers the vehicle.

“Jungwon,” tawag mo sa kanya. Hindi ka nito pinansin. Bahagya ka pa ngang nagulat dahil ilang minuto pagkatapos mo siyang tawagin ay pamilyar na ang mga buildings na nakikita mo, hudyat na malapit ka na makauwi sa condo.

“We’re here.”

“Kaya mo ba umakyat?”

Hindi ka nakasagot. Bagkus, hinila mo siya papalit sa’yo saka muling siniil ng halik ang lalaki.

“Babe,” tawag mo. “God, I can’t fucking believe I’m gonna say this,” you said in between your kisses.

“Sex tayo.”

——————-

Nang makapasok kayo sa loob ng condo mo ay hindi mo na pinalampas ang pagkakataon. Muli kayong naghalikan sa likod ng pinto. You kissed each other hungrily; kulang na lang ay kainin niyo ang mukha ng isa’t isa.

“You are so hot,” tawag niya. “Mommy.”

As if something sparked in you, agad kang napatigil sa pakikipaghalikan.

“What did you just call me?”

“Mommy.”

Ah pota.

Bahagya mong hinalikan muli ang lalaki. Naramdaman mo ring hinahapit ka niya papalit sa’yo, at ang mga kamay niya ay abala rin sa paglalakbay.

Minsan sa bewang mo.

Minsan sa leeg.

Minsan naman dumadako ang mga ito sa dibdib mo—pero saglitan lang, and your annoyance grew bigger. Naiinis ka na kasi halatang inaasar ka ni Jungwon.

Pero dahil gusto mo ngang nasusunod ka, you spoke.

“Jungwon,” tawag mo rito. “Hawakan mo boobs ko.”

You felt him smile while kissing you, at agad mo namang naramdaman ang isang kamay niya na hinihipuan ka.

“Ah,” you shamelessly moaned. “Sarap,” naputol ang halikan niyo dahil binuhat ka niya.

“Laki ng dede mo, tangina,” aniya. “Hindi kasya isang kamay ko.”

Bahagya mong hinalikan muli ang lalaki. Hindi mo na rin alam kung nasaang banda kayo ng condo mo, ngunit nang maramdaman mo ang mattress ng kama mo ay napagtanto mong dinala ka na niya sa kwarto mo.

“Mommy,” tawag niya. “Hubaran kita?”

Nakaramdam ka naman ng kiliti sa tanong nito. Gago talaga.

Tumango ka naman bilang sagot.

Nang mahubaran ka habang nakahiga ay tinitigan mo si Jungwon. Matalim ang paraan ng pagtitig nito sa’yo, at dahil gusto mong mas makita ka pa niya ay ikaw na ang nagtuloy ng paghuhubad niya sa’yo.

“Wala kang bra,” aniya, hinihingal pa. “You didn’t wear anything.”

“Paano kung hindi ako ‘yung nakausap mo ru’n?”

You smirked. “I don’t know. Baka siguro hindi ikaw ang nasa ibabaw ko ngayon.”

You exposed yourself in front of him. Nakatukod ang tuhod nito sa pagitan mo. Kasalukuyan kang nakabukaka sa harap niya.

“Look at your pussy,” aniya. “Wala pa akong ginagawa sa kanya pero tignan mo, basang-basa na siya.”

Nakaramdam ka ng kiliti sa mga sinabi nito.

“Eh ‘di gawan mo na ng kung ano-ano para mas lalo pa siyang mabasa.”

Agad naman siyang pumatong sayo. The brush of his suit against your bare skin makes you feel so hot. Ang gaspang kasi ng suot niya tapos maya’t maya pa ang pagtama nito either sa puke mo o sa legs mo.

He massaged your breasts. Hindi niya inaalis ang tingin niya sa’yo, kung kaya’t sinusubukan mo ring magpinta ng sarap sa emosyon mo.

“Laki talaga.”

Nang sinabi ‘yun ay agad mo ring inabala ang sarili mo sa paghubad sa kanya. You started taking off his black suit and his slacks. Natitira na lang sa kanya ay ang puti niyang t-shirt at kulay gray na boxers. Mas nahighlight pa ang sobrang lapad na balikat ni Jungwon.

From your view, kitang-kita mo rin ang bakat na tite ni Jungwon.

And he’s still kneading your breasts. Feeling mo tuloy favorite niya ang suso mo.

“Fuck,” aniya. “Dede ako.”

Pumayag ka naman. Naramdaman mo ang labi niya na biglang nilalaplap ang kaliwang suso mo habang ang kanan ay hinihimas pa rin niya. Hindi mo mapigilang mapaliyad dahil sa sobrang ligalig ng dila ni Jungwon sa utong mo

“Ah!”

Binilisan ni Jungwon ang pag-abuso sa dede mo. Nang hindi makuntento ay nagsimula na ring maglakbay ang kanyang kaliwang kamay pababa sa’yo.

Patuloy lang niyang hinahaplos ang balat mo hanggang sa huminto ito sa puson mo.

Kinilabutan ka dahil nagsimula ang mga daliri niya sa paggalaw. Naiinis ka na lalo dahil hindi niya ito binababa pa.

“Jungwon!”

You frustratedly called him.

“Pasok mo na ‘yan. Or rub mo clit ko, please, god,” sabi mo.

“Hindi po ako si God.”

Mas lalong nangasim ang ekspresyon mo kung kaya’t nang titigan mo siya habang nilalamutak pa rin ang suso mo ay nakatingin na agad ito sa’yo.

“Joke lang,” aniya.

You felt his finger teasing your clit. Hindi mo na talaga mapigilan kung kaya’t mas bumukaka ka pa para malibot niya ang kanyang kamay.

“Fuck!”

“Tangina,” mura mo. Mabagal niya kasing hinihimas ang puke mo at dahil do’n, sobrang nasasabik ka.

And then you felt his finger go inside you. His thumb is lightly massaging your clit habang ang kanyang middle finger ay mabagal ding lumalabas-masok.

“Sarap.”

“Bilisan mo pa, please,” tugon mo.

His thrusts became faster. Kung kanina, isang daliri lang ang nagpapaligaya sa’yo, ngayon, ramdam mong dinagdagan niya ng isa ang daliri niya sa loob mo.

You can’t help but moan in satisfaction.

Ang dulas din kasi ng mga daliri niya.

“Oh, God!”

“Faster, please!”

“Fuck!”

Ramdam mo ring tinigilan na ni Jungwon ang paglamutak sa suso mo, at unti-unti na rin siyang bumababa ng halik. Mula sa dibdib mo, ang mga labi niya ay nasa tiyan mo na. Tapos ilang segundo lang, naramdaman mong hinipan niya ang puke mong kanina niya pa finifinger.

“Shit!”

Narinig mo siyang tumawa.

Wala pang ilang pagkakataon at naramdaman mo na ring kinakain ka na niya. His tongue gently swifts your folds; lumilikha pa ng malalaswang tunog ang bibig nito mula sa pagkain sayo.

Agad mong hinawakan ang ulo niya dahil sa sarap ng sensasyon. Diniin mo ang bibig niya sa puke mo at dahil dito, mas binilisan niya ang pagkain at pagfinger sa’yo.

“Fuck!”

“Lapit na ako, shit,” nanghihina mong tugon.

“Dagdag pa ako isang finger, hmm?”

Hindi mo na rin masyado inintindi at mas dumagdag pa ang sarap ng ginagawa ni Jungwon sa’yo dahil tatlong daliri na niya ang kinakalikot ka. Libog na libog ka na dahil sobrang galing ni Jungwon kumain ng puke, tapos ‘yung paghagod pa ng mga daliri niya sa loob mo ay kakaiba.

Ngayon mo lang naramdaman ang sarap ng pagfifinger. Dati kasi hindi mo gusto.

“Ah!”

“Please—Jungwon, please,” sagot mo. “Pasok mo na, please—fuck.”

Hindi ka niya pinansin. Nagpatuloy lang siya sa pagkain at paggalaw sa’yo. Ramdam mo na talagang lalabasan ka kaya’t humihiyaw ka na rin.

“Fuck!”

“Sarap! Tang ina! More!”

“Jungwon—oh, fuck!”

“Please!”

Kalaunan ay hindi mo na rin napigilan at nilabasan ka habang kinakain ka ni Jungwon.

Nanghihina ka at ang hinga mo ay malalalim; hudyat na napagod ang buong katawan mo. However, may ibang plano pa ata si Jungwon sa’yo.

“Agad agad? Hindi pa nga kita tinitira.”

“Bukaka ka ulit.”

“Or gusto mo pabukaka ulit kita?”

Hindi ka na nagsalita at sumunod na lang.

You saw Jungwon wet his palm at agad niya namang jinakol ang sarili.

You also felt how he damped your wet pussy. Naramdaman mo kung paanong mahinang dinadampi ni Jungwon ang mataba niyang tite sa puke mo. You moaned unknowingly.

“Pasok mo na..”

“Ayaw ko pa. I still wanna feel your pussy against my cock. Liit ng puke mo oh.”

“Kasya ba ‘to?”

Hindi ka nakasagot. Hinayaan mo lang siyang gawin ang gusto niya.

Pinapasadahan lang pataas-baba ng tite ni Jungwon ang puke mo. Ramdam mong basa ka na ulit.

“Pasok mo na, please…”

“Mommy,” aniya. “Do you want me to fuck you already? Maaga pa.”

“Yes..”

“Okay, Mommy. Fuck na kita?”

Hindi ka na naman nakasagot. Naramdaman mo na lang na unti-unting pinapasok ni Jungwon ang ulo ng tite niya sa’yo kaya napaungol ka na rin.

“Hmm,” tugon mo. “Shit.”

Mabagal niyang nilalabas-masok ang tite niya sa’yo. Take note rin na hindi niyo pala naisipang magcondom.

“Buntisin po kita?”

“Yes..”

“Puputok ko lahat sa loob?”

“Yes…”

Matapos ay hindi na rin siguro nakapagpigil si Jungwon sa’yo. Bilis niyang nilalabas-masok ang tite niya sa loob mo at ikaw naman ay sinasalubong din ang bawat bayo niya. Ramdam mo pang tumatama rin sa noo mo ang suot nitong dogtag, kaya tinitigan mo siya saka kinausap.

“Hold your necklace. Kagatin mo ‘yang dogtag mo. Tumatama sa akin. Masakit.”

Jungwon did not say anything and started biting his dogtag. Mas dumagdag ang libog mo dahil ang hot niya sa itsura niya ngayon.

While pumping in and out his dick, he then went to devour your breast. Dinidilaan at hinihimas niya ang dalawang suso mo, leaving nothing but hickeys as well.

“Ah!”

Bahagya kang napaungol nang maramdaman mong mas bumibilis ang kantot niya sa’yo. Wala ka na ibang nagawa kundi lumiyad at napatirik ang mata mo sa sarap.

“Gusto mo ‘to?”

“Sarap na sarap ka ah.”

“Kaya ka siguro nasa bar kasi gusto mong makantot? Ano?”

Bahagya ka namang natawa.

Tama naman siya.

“At least ikaw ‘yung kakantot sa’kin. Jackpot.”

Lumilikha ng malalaswang ingay ang mga ari niyong nagsasalop. Your pussy cries in high habang ang tite naman ni Jungwon ay bahagyang lumalaki sa loob mo.

“Sarap mo talaga,” aniya. “Laki laki ng suso mo. Sarap lamasin tas dilaan. Tapos sikip pa ng pepe mo. Lasang juice pa tamod mo. Fuck.”

“Bakit ngayon lang kita nakilala? Sarap mo, gago,” sunod-sunod nitong tugon.

Di nagtagal ay parehas na kayong hingal na hingal sa ginawa niyo.

Jungwon planted his seeds inside you. Napahiyaw ka pa dahil ang mga panahon bago ka niya labasan ay sobrang bilis ng pagkantot niya sa’yo.

Nang matapos ay walang nagsalita sainyong dalawa. Nakaibabaw lang sa’yo ang lalaki.

Bahagya mo ring hinawakan ang pwet ni Jungwon na agad naman niyang hinawi ang mga kamay mo.

“Hey,” aniya. “Why? Pahawak lang eh.”

“Naiilang ako, bahala ka r’yan.”

“Hawak lang..”

Take note: Nakapasok pa rin tite ni Jungwon sa’yo.

—————

Kinabukasan, nagising ka nang may gumagalaw sa ibabaw mo.

Sakit ng katawan ko, fuck, you mentally noted.

Bahagya ka namang napaungol dahil sa biglang paghugot at pagpasok ng titi sa’yo.

“Jungwon..”

“Maaga pa.”

“Maaga na,” he corrected you.

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #jungwon #mommy kink #enhypen #enhypen smut imagines #enhypen scenarios

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Asymptote (Axel/Lea x Reader)

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ɪꜱ ᴀxᴇʟ ʟᴇᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ʟᴇᴀ ᴀxᴇʟ? ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ, ʏᴇꜱ…

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴘꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ.

Asymptote - line that a graph approaches but does not intersect.

As soon as I had some time for myself, I decided to spend it at the top of the clock tower. I was definitely asking for melancholy.

The day was coming to an end and the sun was slowly disappearing below the horizon. I watched the traffic die down. Several children were just leaving their playmates and running to their homes. The image of young Isa flashed before my eyes but it quickly disappeared when I heard a voice from behind me:

— Lea, can we talk? — asked [Reader].

— Call me Axel. I think we've already established that. — I laughed.

[Reader] mounted with slight hesitation.

I had company, the only thing missing to complete the picture was blue ice cream.

The girl, as if guessing my thoughts, took two packages out of the bag.

The strange, salty-sweet taste brought back memories. I looked around for Roxas, as if he was going to appear next to me at any moment.

Sometimes there was another, unknown figure wandering around in my mind, which I tried with all my might to dig out from the recesses of my memory. So far, to no avail.

I looked away from the sunset to glance at [Reader]. She looked wonderful with her hair slightly flowing in the last rays of light. However, her eyes seemed to wander somewhere far away.

— What's with the long face? — I extended my hand to her, which she didn't take.

— How should I put this so that you understand me correctly... — She tightened her fingers on the stick.

— Just shoot, it's probably the easiest way. — I felt nervousness growing inside of me.

I saw her gathering courage. She took a deep breath. I had the impression that I wouldn't like what she was about to say at all.

— We won't be able to go back to what was before.

I was right.

A simple sentence but it sent panic into my recently regained heart.

In an instant, everything around me faded away. I stopped hearing the singing of birds and the wind around us. It was replaced by tinnitus. I stopped paying attention to what was happening below us. I just stared hypnotized at her face, trying to process the words again and again. My voice refused to listen to me when I tried to form any sentences.

I was only brought out of my trance by the melting salty ice cream that flowed freely between my fingers.

— I know this might not be the best time considering tomorrow, but...

The tone of her voice betrayed remorse but I couldn't listen to it.

— Why? We talked about it recently... — I couldn't finish the sentence.

I was surprised by the sound of my own voice. It seemed strangely weak and silent.

— I can't accept you like this, Lea. — That name again. — You are so similar and yet so different. I thought maybe it would work and with time I would get used to it. Now I'm sure it's impossible.

— I do not understand you. Are you saying he was better than me? — I shook my head, unable to organize my thoughts. — I was the first, he was just a part of me, my shadow.

— But it was this shadow that I fell in love with. Axel was everything to me!

Her eyes misted over, as they always did when she talked about him... about me.

— He's still here. Axel is Lea and Lea is me.

— You're wrong. For me, he left when he sacrificed himself for Sora and the others. I'm sorry I gave you false hope. I believe we will become good friends but nothing more.

It felt like my chest wanted to contract, even though I knew it couldn't. Apparently that's the beauty of being human — for every moment of happiness you pay with bitterness.

— Axel and I have one thing in common, [Reader]. We don't give up easily. That's why I'm going to fight for you. You know he would do it too.

— See you tomorrow. — She got up and left.

Just like that.

She expected me to forget everything.

But I've got it memorized.

#axel x reader #lea x reader #kingdom hearts x reader #oneshot x reader #kingdom hearts #roxas