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chicken shop date | cl16 smau

pairing: charles leclerc x fem youtuber!reader

summary: y/n hosts a popular youtube channel where she invites various celebrities to have a 'chicken shop date'. in this upcoming episode, she welcomes famous formula 1 driver, charles leclerc.

a/n: all my love to amelia, i love her vids🫶🫶 also, pls lmk what u think :)

creds to @classiclitfreak for proofreading! thank uu!! :)

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21st of March, 2024

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22nd of March, 2024

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f1gossipofficial After arriving in Australia last night and posting a picture hugging who fans believe to be Charles Leclerc, Y/N L/N made her F1 debut this morning during the practice sessions.

She and Charles appeared to be very close, only further fuelling the dating rumours that have been circulating the internet for the past month. As of yet, however, neither of the pair has confirmed nor denied the ongoing rumours.

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23rd of March, 2024

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2:35 ───ㅇ───────── 7:55

The YouTube video begins with a series of clips showing Y/N and Charles laughing, with intermittent shots of Y/N looking directly at the screen. The familiar tune of Y/N's 'chicken shop date' videos begins as stop-motion hearts flutter across the screen, transitioning smoothly to a scene featuring two dolls seated in a miniature chicken shop date setting, seamlessly leading into the main content of the video.

"Charles Leclerc," Y/N warmly greets, resting her elbows on the table. "Welcome to our date."

Charles responds with a smile, settling back in his seat and gesturing around. "Y/N Y/LN, thank you. I'm very happy to be on our first date... here... with all these cameras," he remarks jokingly.

Y/N narrows her eyes slightly, briefly glancing around before refocusing on Charles with a hum. "I'm not sure what you're implying. This location is a solid 10 out of 10," she says, gesturing to their surroundings. "Besides, do you see the chicken?" she adds, plucking a single fry from her meal box and waving it in the air, awaiting his response.

"You mean the fry?" Charles chuckles, pointing. "That's not chicken."

Y/N takes a bite of the fry, pausing to swallow before clearing her throat. "I'm aware," she says with a dramatic tilt of her head and a tight-lipped smile. "I just grabbed it because I fancied a fry."

"But anyway," she continues, circling back to the initial question, "do... you... see... the... chicken?" Sensing his hesitation, she places her hands firmly on the table. "Look at me. It's a simple yes or no, Charles."

"Well, actually, it's yes or yes," she corrects herself with two affirmative nods, before redirecting her attention back to him.

Charles responds with a smile, though his expression betrays his confusion, evident in the different angles of his raised eyebrows. "Yes, I see it, Y/N."

"And do you taste it?" Y/N asks slowly.

"I haven't yet..."

"So, what are you waiting for?" she claps her hands together, motioning towards the untouched box of food in front of him. "Don't be shy now."

Charles chuckles as he sits up in his chair and leans forward, rummaging through the food before pulling out a chicken nugget. As he dips the piece in some ketchup, his eyes meet Y/N's once more, her wide-eyed nod urging him on.

"Go on."

"Okay, okay," he says, taking a bite. "Mmm," he nods, almost as if someone were holding a gun to his head, compelling him to do so.

"Oh," Y/N purses her lips and shakes her head, "I don't like it when people make noises while eating."

"Uh," Charles swallows and chuckles, "sorry?"

Y/N shrugs. "It's okay, I forgive you."

"Anyway," she inhales deeply, "what do you think? That's some good chicken, right?"

"Yeah, actually, it is really good," Charles nods as he speaks.

Suddenly, the video cuts to a staff member in chicken shop attire standing behind the counter, wearing a smile while staring at the camera, unmoving.

Then, the video returns to Charles and Y/N.

As Charles takes another bite of his chicken nugget, Y/N casually asks, "Do you think our children will like chicken?"

Coughing sounds interrupt as Charles drops his chicken into the box, knocking his fist against his chest until the sound clears. His voice croaks as he speaks, his brows furrowing, "Our children? We're talking about children already?"

Y/N's composure cracks slightly as she chuckles, clearly amused by his reaction, and observes him reaching for a glass of water, taking large gulps. However, she quickly regains control, shrugging nonchalantly before continuing, "Well, yeah. I don't know about you, but I date for marriage—I want a little family of my own someday. Don't you?"

Charles rubs his eyebrows and places the glass back on the table. "Yes, I do want to have a family one day. But this feels like it's moving very fast, don't you think?"

Y/N shakes her head. "Not at all. To be honest, I want one boy and one girl. What about you?"

At Y/N's continued forwardness, Charles releases a laugh, visibly bewildered, before scratching at his beard in deep thought. Propping up his elbows on the table, he finally responds, "I think I want a boy."

"—And a girl," Y/N interjects, smiling expectantly.

Charles blurts out a laugh, clearly taken aback, before nodding. "Yeah, a girl too. I don't really mind."

"Great, so we're on the same page then."

The video cuts off again, this time to the entrance of the chicken shop, slowly panning into the empty and bright interior with multiple tables and chairs. The camera stops on the large menu, featuring pictures of chicken and fries, lingering for a few moments before cutting back to Charles and Y/N.

However, this time Y/N is holding a piece of paper in front of her.

"So, I hear you're French?" Y/N glances up at Charles, noticing the grimace on his face. Quickly realising her mistake, she corrects herself, "Oh, hold on, no wait, don't kill me please. You speak French, but you're from Monaco—you don't claim France at all."

Charles laughs and nods in agreement. "Correct. I am Monegasque. Those are separate countries, yes."

Y/N purses her lips, her eyes flickering from side to side. "I know, I literally just said that." Clicking her tongue, she exhales a long breath and continues, "Anyway, what a coincidence. I'm actually trying to learn French."

Something flashes in Charles' eyes as he suddenly leans forward in his chair, his expression filled with keen interest. "Oh wow, tu l'es ? Comment vas-tu ?" (translation: "Oh wow, you are? How are you?")

Y/N freezes, her mouth parted slightly in a half-smile. For a moment, she just stares, clearly startled, before scratching the back of her neck and humming deep in thought. "Oh, okay, straight into the deep end, huh?" she chuckles and then blurts out, "Oui, oui?"

Charles tosses his head back, laughing, while Y/N folds her hands together, waiting expressionless for his laughter to subside. When he finally regains his composure, his eyes back on Y/N, she says, "Great, thanks."

"I'm sorry," Charles waves his hand in the air, "I just thought you'd know the basics already. My mistake."

Y/N narrows her gaze at him for a few moments before taking a deep breath. "Well, that's what I've got you here for." Clearing her throat, she tilts her gaze down at the paper and asks, "Let's start easy, shall we? I'm going to give you a few sentences in French, and you translate them back to me in English."

Charles furrows his brows. "Wouldn't it make more sense the other way around?"

"What can I say, I'm special," she shrugs, "I actually learn better this way."

"Ah, of course you are."

"Alright. Je t'aime."

"I love you," says Charles.

Y/N places her hand across her chest. "Aw, Charles. Dropping the L-bomb already, are we?"

Charles drags his teeth across his lower lip while shaking his head. "Next one, please."

“Veux-tu m'épouser?" (translation: "Will you marry me?")

Charles tilts his head sideways, an amused expression spreading across his face. “Seriously?”

Y/N clicks her tongue and shakes her head. “No, that doesn’t quite sound right. I think you might need to brush up on your French, Charles, because I’m pretty sure ‘Veux-tu m'épouser’ does not mean ‘seriously.’”

Exhaling a long breath, she rotates in her seat and straightens up. “Don’t worry though, I’ll give you another chance.”

Charles rolls his eyes playfully before releasing a whistle. Rubbing his hands together, he begins, “Will you marry me. That’s what it mea—”

“Charles!” Y/N's jaw drops as she interrupts him. “Well, I’m a hot commodity, you know? But I want to know, how would our marriage work? I mean, how long are you planning on racing, anyway?”

Charles smiles, slumping into his seat as he reaches for a fry and tosses it into his mouth. “I’m not sure, to be honest. I love racing and I want to be a world champion, so we’ll just have to see how long that takes.”

“You want to be a world champion, yet you extended your contract with Ferrari?” Y/N's brows furrow inquisitively. “That’s an interesting choice.”

A couple of chuckles escape Charles as he runs his hand up and down his neck, his gaze fixed on the half-empty box of food before him. After a moment's pause, he replies with a casual shrug, “They're like family to me. And honestly, when I see myself winning, it’s always with the Ferrari team by my side.”

“Fair enough,” Y/N exhales, her eyes widening as she claps her hands together. “I suppose I'll have to stock up on red outfits.”

Noticing Charles’ puzzled expression, Y/N theatrically rolls her eyes before explaining, “For our next date, silly. I’ll be your lucky charm, and then you can finally start winning and have a real shot at the World Championship.”

“Wow, how nice of you, Y/N,” Charles responds with a lazy smile. “Merci.”

“Oooh,” Y/N points at him, nodding in satisfaction, “I know that one. You’re welcome…”

“…Boyfriend?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at him. “What—what are we?”

He ponders for a moment, swaying slightly from side to side, then relents, “Okay, sure… girlfriend.”

The video cuts to the outro, displaying various polaroids of Y/N flashing by, accompanied by a text reading, ‘If you enjoyed the video, please don’t forget to like and subscribe for more! xx’.

24th of March, 2024

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f1gossipofficial Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc have been spotted entering the Paddock together. Numerous sources have also confirmed seeing them exchange a few kisses.

As always, wishing the drivers all the best for today's race!

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f1 Carlando back on the podium together! Congrats to Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris and Charles Leclerc on their wins! Huge accomplishments!

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chrollohearttags · 20 days

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Requests open? You don't know what you unleashed

It's that time of the month and I've been craving reiner like a mf (side note is it just me or do you crave human touch sm but at the same time the idea of any male rats Ik irl touching me, repulses me)

Anywhooooo if you don't mind the idea of reiner being such a simp for you, showing you sm love and affection stretch marks and all after a rare (inwardly not so rare) day of feeling like shit 🥹

Or reiner throwing you around and slapping you in the face with his dick, I'm easy

(Side side note: I also been having this viral thought of Reiner having a girl And he cheats on her with you constantly, sometimes practically in front of her face, telling you how your better and he will leave her and she can't satisfy him like you can, if you don't like that kind of stuff ignore 🤠)

frennn, omg why are we just alike?! 😭 ovaries be jiggling like a mf, begging to be scrambled but I wouldn’t dream of letting those creatures near me. but ask and you shall receive! 🫶🏾 I literally love allllll of these so much, I have no idea which one to choose. I can’t stop thinking about, him more so than usual slsksks 😫😭 so ykw, we bout to combine all three LMAO! (mainly bc I love the idea of Reiner being a scumbag)

themes + such: infidelity, slight angst, rei is an asshole (not to you! 😭)body worship, pussy eating, reader has stretch marks/slight dysmorphia, body shaming, soft to rough sex, full nelson, daddy’s used, he picks reader up

WHEN SHE’S NOT AROUND

“Rei…wait, we can’t do this..”

“And why not? Who’s going to stop us?”

“No one and that’s the problem..”

the constant back and forth between two lovers, ensued among the fray of dishevelment and lust..lust that had driven you both to the point of no return. Truth be told, you had no good reason to be together. Nothing good would come of this in the long run and yet, here you were…lying in the bed of another woman, with her man’s hands roaming your body. His lips latched onto your nipples and his fingers plunged deep into your aching center. Riding them to bliss as you cried out his name; echoing the walls of her home..it was a disgrace and yet, you couldn’t pull away. You couldn’t let him go..and he felt the same.

“Please..don’t try to pretend like you actually give a shit about her..” His voice seemingly mocking you..it certainly wasn’t his normal demeanor but the one thing you had come to accept about Reiner is that he was not perfect. Not by a long shot…he was certainly not some perfect gentleman that checked all of the boxes. He was handsome, successful, alluring, one hell of a lover but he wasn’t yours!..not even close. That much signified by the silver band on his right ring finger. Married to the girl you despised more than anything. You’d never hated anyone in your entire life but that snooty little blonde bitch was a shoe in for the first spot. Make no mistake, you weren’t afraid of her; more so she was intimidated by you and the thought of fucking her husband unbeknownst gave you a thrill like none other. But your conscious was heavy with thoughts of karma..how things would play out for you guys in the long run..what if he decided that one day he no longer wanted you and by some weird circumstance, decides to make it work with his wife? You’d be out and no one could feel an ounce of pity. You were the adulterer, the harlot, the side chick, mistress..but you were the only one he wanted.

“..because I don’t. Matter of fact, I hope she walks in here right now. I wanna see her face while I’m fucking you..” the deep tone in his voice rattling off into a laugh. Suddenly, he’d tug those thick digits out and shove them between your lips. Allowing you to pacify and taste yourself…watching you become so salacious for him never grew old and it wasn’t something he was ready to let go of. Not now and not ever!..meanwhile, he’d kneel to the floor, caressing your thick thighs in an attempt to quell you. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look today? Hmm?…I feel like you should know that..” that deep southern drawl feeding you those sweet nothings, curling your toes at the sound. He could stay here forever, with you and no one else. Staring into the warmth of those beautiful brown eyes...the truth was, you hadn’t been feeling your best. You worked in the same building as his girl and as one of the lead makeup artists, for the brand that she and many other modeled for, it was difficult seeing women that looked nothing like you garner all of the attention and praise. Not to mention, hearing their snide remarks on the slick about your body type..about how you and others were not a fit for the pieces; literally and figuratively. You were used to it..working in the upper echelon came with discrimination on at least five different levels. But you let it roll off of your back. However, you were having a rather off day. Honestly, the last thing you wanted to do was to be weighed down with the tension of knowing you were sleeping with someone else’s man. That was until you were gifted an anonymous bouquet of flowers..you had no question who the sender was and when he sent you a text message asking to see you, you were glad to accept. Now here you were being spoiled in more ways than one. “You know I love you too, right? You’re my everything..” “Yes, Rei..I love you too..”

Currently, his lips were latching onto your clit, hands firmly planted on your thighs and clawing into them. He needed to taste you..consume your scent and flavor until he was full. That’s the way it was with Reiner..he was a selfish man. Downright gluttonous and he’d have his cake and devour it too! “Good…because I don’t want you to take it personal when I fuck you like a whore tonight.” Smirking up at you and causing you to chew at your lip with a wide smile. Just then, he’d toss your leg across his shoulder and begin the rapid ascent into feasting on your cunt. It wasn’t long before those juices were trickling down his chin and you were trembling. You could’ve jumped from your own flesh at any minute. The way his tongue lapped at your bud, delicately navigated your folds..prodded your entrance..no one treated you better. Hence why his wife would simply have to share. “Oh fuck!…yes, Rei..right there..”

he knew that you were exactly where he wanted you..and there was no way he was letting you go until he got what he desired….suddenly, he’d pull away with his mouth only to quickly substitute your pleasure with his fingers whilst he spoke to you. Feeding you every positive affirmation he could think of…complimenting your beautiful smile down to your legs; rubbing them gently. He didn’t just admire you, he practically worshipped you. Leaving kisses on those stretch marks displayed across your pudgy tummy. He loved all of it and thought that you should do the same. He was adamant in letting you know there was nothing for you to be ashamed of. “You’re so fucking sexy. Trust me..she’s not even half the woman you are. Never could be, baby. The next time she says something, just think about the fact that you have the one thing she doesn’t..” he’d declare, proceeding to spit onto your folds and continue licking. Not once did he break eye contact because he wanted to see all of the expressions that came across your face..he was right. She’d brag and boast about her husband who loved her so much to anyone who’d listen. That was at least in the public eye..however, behind the closed doors of a dressing room, crying into the arms of her best friend, she’d confess that he hadn’t touched her in months. That he seemed distant and cold and she was worried about an affair. Your kind nature couldn’t bear harboring such a secret but the side of you that wanted revenge for watching that bully’s abuse to other girls; bragging about her appearance, wealth and everything else she could flaunt as an adolescent, up into adult hood…you were enjoying this. You wanted the bitch to suffer and quite frankly, see her man getting fucked by the very type of woman she swore she was superior to!

“Lay back f’r me, sweetheart and put those fucking legs up..”

By this point, Reiner’s entire demeanor had seemed to shift. He was still very much hungry for that delicious nectar but he was done with the sweet, charming, innocent demeanor. Quite frankly, it couldn’t come soon enough. You needed him to take what was his! To be dominant, aggressive and pound every single ounce of tension from your body. You were sopping wet with a linear trail of slick, seeping down your slit and he had just the plan to add to the mess. Quickly standing to his feet, he’d take the place of your palms and squeeze the supple flesh of your thighs..he’d already previously undressed so when he came up, that erect cock did along with it as well. He was aching for you..so much so, the only way he’d be able to gain relief was to bury himself inside of you. That’s when you’d feel him lob a trail of spit onto your folds before rubbing that tip against you…you couldn’t handle another moment of being teased so luckily…

“You’re about to get all of this dick, I hope you know that..”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing…take this pussy. Fuck me..”

..he didn’t make you wait long! A moment later, you’d feel that tip split open your folds and enter your warmth. It felt damn near divine being inside of you. He practically trembled; cursing aloud when he was met with the sensation of your walls constricting around him. This was all he wanted, all he needed and he’d be content as long as he could have you. “This pussy’s so fucking tight…goddamn, she never feels this good.” Chuckling to himself because he couldn’t believe just how starkly different his experience was with you and his wife. Oftentimes, he found himself bored or not even remotely aroused. She’d complain that it was too much or that she couldn’t fit it all the way. She didn’t like to do any of the nasty things you preferred and when it came to giving him oral sex, she downright refused. Just recently, he stopped trying altogether and always claimed he was too exhausted for sex. Meanwhile, he was buried balls deep inside of you every chance he got!

“Mmmmph, take it, baby. Keep fucking me, just like that..”

Whimpering as you rubbed your clit..stroking that bud slowly..your gaze was fixated on his, a smile on both of your faces as he nestled every inch into you. His strokes were consistent, deep and a little fast. He couldn’t be vexed to take it slow tonight. He needed to give it to you the way you deserved. “Who’s pussy is this, baby? Huh? Tell me..” questioning as he grasped for your ankles, placing gentle kisses along your instep and growling into your skin. He wasn’t letting up for anything. Not until he was damn well satisfied..

“Y-yours, daddy. Oh my gosh..”

crying out with a frail whimper as his pace sped up. Chewing at your bottom lip, you’d push at his abs to feign him off but that only did more to fuel his desire to wreck you. Instead, you found yourself hoisted up mid air and cradled in his huge arms. Being propelled up and down on his cock as he slammed you down onto it. Reiner was a brick house of a man, courtesy of all the years he spent playing football. With the bank account to match. By all accounts, he lived the dream life that so many sought after…millions in his account, large, picturesque home and a model wife but the one thing that alluded him…the one person he desired most was right here.

“Fuck….it should’ve been you, baby. It was always supposed to be you. You’re the one that should be wearing that ring, my last name..you should have her life.”

his words becoming far more enunciated, filled with much more passion and aggression..he craved you so badly he could feel it every fiber of his soul. He’d do anything to keep you around..no matter the cost. Clawing into his back, (y/n) cried out his name and let him know that you mirrored his sentiments and that regardless of titles, rings or legalities, he belonged to you! The only one who’d truly ever love him..

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise..”

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Hi!! I hope you’re feeling dandy 🌸

I was wondering how you think the miya twins would react to that tiktok trend of “waking my partner up in the middle of the night for a hug” 😫

WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA COMBUST HOLD ON-

Okay. Okay. OKAY WAIT-

With Osamu, it’s a lot more sweet. You settle on your knees for an effective way to nudge him awake. Starting with two Palms on his massive pec, you gently nudge, letting your pushes get more needy when he grunts and tries to stay asleep.

“‘Samu,” you whimper, and finally he smacks his lips and furrows his brows.

“What, angel?”

“Are you awake?” One sleepy, grey eye pops open to glare at you, and while you do snort at him, he sighs and shuffles softly to answer you.

“No,” he rasps. “I’m not. Why?” He closes his eye, but when he feels you nudge him again, he opens them, squinting softly as he tries to focus.

You’re pouting and you mewl softly which does make him a puddle of affection at how cute you look, “I want a hug… a ‘Samu hug.”

He laughs softly before opening both of his arms; you fall into them and purr at the familiar weight of them encasing around you. He squeezes you close and burrows you into the crook of his neck, and you gotta admit, even for this tiny little prank, it’s so comfortable.

“Okay,” you says promptly, pushing out of his hold in the middle of his yawn. “I’m good.”

“What?”

“Didn’t need to hug you anymore. Night babe.”

He watches you saltily as you make your way back to your side of the bed, curling under the covers and facing away from him to hide your grin. You hear him mumble something about ‘pain in my ass’ and ‘Fuckin’ grey hairs’ before he starts to drift back to sleep.

With Atsumu, you take the liberty of being a little more goofy, because he’s a little more goofy and he takes your chaos like a champ.

Gently sitting up and making your way to his side of the bed, where he’s nuzzled all comfortable against his pillows. He’s breathing softly, small smile eased on his cheeks in bliss, and you smile softly before promptly smacking your palm hard against his chest.

He jolts awake in shock, shaking his head around and looking wildly for the culprit until you toss yourself into his arms, his heart practically beating against your torso.

“Holy fuck you fucking scared me,” he says in one panicked breath, though his arms toss back around you in the hug. “Oh my god I almost shit my pants, why would you do that?”

“Wanted a hug,” you murmur, and he lets out a small ‘okay’ as you nuzzle closer to him. His hand gently rubs soothing circles on your back, his own head resting in the dip of your neck to cuddle you.

Even if this was to mess with him, he does feel so good as he cuddles into you.

With that, not 30 seconds later, you shove back out of his arms and leave the hug, making him gasp in fright once again.

“Okay. I’m good. Thanks babe.”

“Huh?”

You crawl back under your covers, “got what I needed, you’re a real one.”

This time, however, he’s the one who tugs you back into his arms, ignoring your yelp and he pulls you close to his chest and holding you like his life depends on it.

“‘Tsumu!” You giggle at the crushing, rolling your eyes when you hear a salty ‘nuh-uh’ in your ear.

“Go to sleep, wake me up again and I’ll fuckin’ tickle you ‘til you piss.”

Tempting, but you decide against anything else when he whines and burrows his nose in your hair, clearly sleepy and needing some affection.

“Fine,” you grumble. “I love you.”

“Mmmve youmn too.”

Atsumu was like. Fully inspired by this cute shit here 💅🏼

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blossomwritesthings · 9 months

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𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.

pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: idol!minho/idol!felix. introvert minho & extrovert felix. literally grumpy and sunshine troupe. hurt/comfort. angst!! fluff. pining galore. slightly suggestive at some points. minho pov. confession au! minho is soo fucking whipped for felix it's hilarious sksk-

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. the angst is FELT in this one. hurt feelings and misunderstandings abound. minho is soo fucking whipped for felix it's hilarious sksk-

word count: 3.5k

summary: although they were complete opposites, minho and felix got along perfectly - fit together like the two halves of a silvery moon. at least, that's what minho had initially thought for years, until felix suddenly starts outright avoiding him.

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). © ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

It was a universally known fact that Lee Minho was a total and complete introvert.

A textbook one, to be honest.

Hating big crowds, quiet in group settings. You know, the usual traits for an introvert.

And everyone around him seemed to know this fact. They all acknowledged it and respected his boundaries. The boys always took into account his needs and his limits and never pushed him to the brink.

Even if the teasing could sometimes get a bit out of hand.

At least, everyone except Lee Felix knew about Minho's introverted ways.

Or perhaps, the younger male realized it but just failed to take into account the way he should treat Minho differently from the rest.

So instead of avoiding inviting Minho out to big parties, Felix was always the first to ask him to join.

And how could Minho ever possibly say no to him... to that face?

With that cute, little pouty mouth and those constellations of freckles and those starry eyes?

Usually, Minho almost always gave in to Felix's requests.

He was under no obligation to do so, though. They were only bandmates. Only best friends.

Nothing else.

But sometimes, when he was persuaded to go out on the town with Felix, that small voice in the back of his head would make its appearance. Telling Minho that he should just confess his feelings. That he should just admit to what he was thinking about Felix.

Yeah, he only thought about such things sometimes...

The dark, twisted musings he often had of the younger, turquoise-blue-haired male definitely didn't bubble up into his head regularly.

No, definitely not...

Nevertheless, Felix seemed to continually live in ignorant bliss about Minho's introverted ways. Almost like, his life was so bright and full of sunshine, that he couldn't see anything past his extroverted way of thinking.

This became apparent by how fucking talkative he was.

Especially at the end of the day, when their schedules were done and they had arrived home at the dorm.

Felix always seemed to trap Minho when Seungmin and Jeongin were away, either busy getting ready for bed or watching a tv show in their respective bedrooms.

Like a spider catching a wee fly in its web, Felix would corner Minho throughout their shared dorm - whether it was in the kitchen, living room, or bathroom.

The conversations were always pretty mindless, with him usually rambling off about the day's activities. And almost all of the time, Minho just listened.

Never interrupting, never stopping him.

Sure, he was really fucking tired from the workday.

And sure, he kind of wanted to unwind in his own space... get lost in his head, and stay in the silence that he loved so much.

But he also kind of loved the conversations.

Albeit, they were quite one-sided, although Felix didn't seem to mind one bit.

To be honest, he didn't even seem to notice Minho's quietness most of the time.

He'd just follow Minho around the house, chatting up a storm, gesturing with his tiny hands elatedly.

And the older male would just nod fondly and hum when he deemed it necessary.

So just like that, they fell into a routine.

A unique rhythm.

Where Felix was allowed to prattle on for hours at the end of the way, and Minho got accustomed to de-stressing with the sound of his voice in the background.

Just the sound of his deep, rumbly voice after a long day, stretching on and on, seemed to do something intoxicating to Minho's brain.

Caused an infection to spread like wildfire.

And soon enough, he found it hard to fall asleep late at night if he didn't get a chance to hear how Felix's day had gone.

It was relaxing, to hear him chat about everything. It lulled Minho into a dream-like state, softening his harder edges and making his muscles sink into a sleepy pile of limbs.

That's how the two of them ended up in the dorm's kitchen late one night, with Minho calmly cooking up a shrimp pasta dish for dinner while Felix sat on a nearby barstool, talking about his day.

"Minji said that I should try like, a neon purple colour for our next comeback..." He trailed off, the sound of Minho chopping up an onion overtaking the lull of stillness between them. "What do you think, Hyung? I don't know if I would-"

Minho stopped chopping then, staring up at him with a faint smile, "Lix, you look amazing in any colour. Don't stress about it, yeah?" And he watched, as the happiness brightened up Felix's entire face in the form of a huge grin. Minho's heart beat wildly against his ribcage just at the sight of it, thumping painfully loud in his ears and drowning out all other sounds.

"Thanks, Hyung. I can always count on you to give it to me straight..." Then he kept talking, and all the while the older male continued to prepare dinner for them.

He was used to the routine.

He liked the routine the two of them had.

Loved the habits they were forming together late into the night.

So then, months later, upon the sudden stark change in Felix's demeanor, it was like Minho's entire world shifted on its axis.

No longer would the younger boy come home and seek him out immediately.

Instead, Minho would oftentimes find him holed up in his room, playing video games on his computer or watching TikToks snuggled up in his bed.

No longer did Felix lean against the kitchen counter and tell him all about his feelings on their newest activities while Minho cooked dinner for everyone.

Instead, Minho would catch a glimpse of him hunched over at the kitchen table, nose buried in a book as he quickly scarfed up a plain bowl of rice and a fried egg.

No longer did the blue-haired man sit next to Minho on the living room couch late into the night, mindlessly commenting on the characters in the drama that they were watching together.

Instead, Minho would notice him curled up in the corner of the living room's armchair, laptop on the coffee table as he engrossed himself in the newest American action movie.

And it really fucking hurt.

To fall out of such a routine.

To realize how much he relied on it all.

How much he relied on Felix.

To miss it so much, that he could feel his heart squeezing painfully each second Felix spent his nights away from him.

Almost like, he was avoiding Minho altogether.

Minho would lie awake in bed late at night, just staring mindlessly up at the ceiling. His mind and heart racing in tandem as he tried to recall the moment when things had gone amiss.

Did he say something?

Did he do something wrong?

He knew that Felix was a sensitive soul, which was why he always treated him delicately.

He treated him differently than he did the other members.

And every night, he could never come up with a solid conclusion as to why things had gone south.

When finally, things came to a head.

It was after a painfully grueling night in the practice room that Minho came home to a dark, hushed dorm. He was exhausted - both mentally and physically.

All he wanted at that moment was to lay his eyes on him - to hear his voice, soothing all of his worries from the day away. Like dark chocolate melting in a warm saucepan.

The others were still out, finishing up their schedules for the night. And the dorm felt barren and void of all life.

Except, as Minho stepped out of the entryway, he noticed the single overhead light of the stovetop flicked on. There was Felix, perched atop the granite countertop, a white porcelain bowl in his hand.

He didn't even notice that the older male was home. He was so focused on eating his cereal that he failed to hear the sound of Minho's gym bag plopping down on the marble floor.

Just like that, Minho's weak heart finally came to a standstill. Breaking irrevocably.

The shards that he was left with stirred around inside of his chest painfully, seeming to stab his lungs as he slowly approached the kitchen.

It hurt to breathe.

Hurt to walk.

Even still, he managed to push through the agony of it all.

It was only then that Felix looked up and caught sight of him. He offered him a fleeting smile, "Oh- hi, Hyung. I didn't see you there." He said, just as he shoveled in another spoonful of cereal, swinging his legs back and forth in the air nonchalantly.

Minho remained silent for one beat,

Two beats,

Three beats.

Destroyed heart clambering in his chest, exhaustion overtaking his entire mind, shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Why don't you do it anymore?"

The words came out soft and wobbly, barely above a whisper. Minho was speaking like someone else was in the room - like the others were lingering around.

But it was just them.

With Felix sitting atop the kitchen countertop and Minho but a few steps away, at a standstill, spine completely frozen.

"W-What?" Felix asked, dark brows furrowing in confusion. He had no idea what Minho was talking about.

Of course, he wouldn't.

It's not like they talked about it.

Hell- they barely even talked at all. Hadn't in what felt like fucking months.

"You barely even give me the time of day anymore," Minho started, voice a little shaky as his hands trembled at his sides. He had to force his fists into balls, to stop them from quivering so badly. "Barely say ten words to me all day." He didn't want to say it. Didn't want to point out the elephant in the fucking room. But it was too obvious to avoid anymore. Too painful to brush under the rug. "What happened, Lix? What happened to all of those nights when we'd talk and have fun together?"

"You mean when I'd talk."

His words cut through Minho like a knife. The pointed edge of them icy against his flesh, tearing him up in a cruel kind of way.

"No, I mean-"

Felix took in a deep sigh, before placing his bowl of cereal down on the countertop next to him. He sat back a little bit so that he could get a clear view of the crimson-haired man. He leveled the elder with a serious face, brows still furrowed and that pretty pink mouth pressed into a firm line. "I was always the one talking, Minho. You barely said two words most of the time."

The use of his name caused the hurt to swish in Minho's stomach, forcing him to feel miserably queasy at that moment. Because Felix never called him that.

"I don't know what-" He began, but was cut off by Felix holding a small hand up in the air.

His eyes, which were locked with Minho's, said it all.

He was already done with the conversation. He had said all that he wanted to.

There was just... nothing there anymore.

"It's fine, Hyung. Really. You don't have to apologize or anything. I get it." He said, voice dull and lifeless.

Where was the Lee Felix that Minho had grown to love?

Where was the bright ball of sunshine that he had matured right alongside with?

Where was he?

Because this Felix- the one with a cool gaze and a deep-set frown, was not his Felix.

"You really don't get it, do you?" Minho said, tone faint and wavering. He was nearing Felix then, watching as the younger halted in his place. Spine going rigid, he sat up a little straighter.

And then Minho was just before him, placing his arms on either side of Felix's hips, palms pressing into the chilly marbled countertop. Caging the younger man in, and staring down at him with a wildly-beating destroyed heart and a huge lump forming in his throat.

Felix turned his head up, catching his gaze with wide eyes. The cotton-candy pink of a flush was already traveling up the milky skin of his neck, pooling into his cheeks and casting a bright red galaxy against his freckles. Already, he was getting flustered from their proximity.

"Do you even realize how it is for me?" The words were slipping free from Minho's mouth in the next beat. He felt Felix's warm breath fan against his face from how close they were. "I can't fucking breathe for even a second if you're not around. I can't think, I can't speak, I can't function properly." Just as Felix's mouth was opening to cut in, Minho continued his spiel. "If I don't see you- lay my eyes on this fragile little body or this pretty little face, I fucking fall apart. If I don't hear your voice, I can't sleep all night."

Minho was moving after that, and before he even realized what he was doing, he was leaning further into Felix, hand coming up to his face and fingers tracing against the line of his jaw. Gently, he cupped his chin, the pad of his thumb brushing against his puffy pink bottom lip.

Their gazes caught just then, and Minho could sense the feelings raging just beneath the surface of Felix. And Minho thought that he also probably looked quite similar in the younger's eyes.

"So you can hate me and you can loathe me and you can despise me," Minho began in a breathless whisper, "But don't ever avoid me again. Otherwise, I'll suffocate and die a slow and painful death."

He couldn't seem to pull his hand away from the younger's face, even when it grew so hot to the touch, it felt like his palm was about to burn up in a scorch of hot flames. Even when a slight, painful squeak fled from between Felix's lips.

Almost like, this hurt him just as much.

"I never hated you," he murmured back, tone registering low. The sound of it rumbled out, cascading across the shell of Minho's ears and shooting a violent shiver down the length of his spine. "I could never- not when I fucking love you so much. And I... I was avoiding you because I was scared. Scared of what you thought of me- and my loose mouth."

Minho kept silent, thumb continuing to press against his lip, soothing Felix as the feelings and thoughts started to spill out of him like a magical elixir trickling out of a stunning glass tincture.

"Someone told me about you- about your true personality, and how you're reclusive and stuff. And I- I got scared, that you hated all of our late nights together and you hated how much I talked. And then I noticed how quiet you always were and I thought that maybe it was better if I just stayed away and let you have your space after work. I didn't want to burden you anymore and-"

"Kitten, you're never a burden to me," Minho cut in, hand finally pulling away from Felix's lips and trailing towards his hair. He pushed some of the shock-blue locks behind his delicate ear, and something tiny and fiery stirred in the pit of his stomach at the mewl that he heard Felix creak out from the nickname alone. "Just because I'm so different from you, doesn't mean I don't enjoy your company. And just because I don't talk all the time, doesn't mean I hate you for talking to me after work."

At that, Felix stared up at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "Y-You enjoy my company?" His voice trailed off into the distance softly, his eyes fluttering closed at the way Minho's fingers raked across his scalp.

Slowly, he pulled at his blue roots, forcing Felix's eyes open again so that Minho could see the look in them as he finally spoke the words he had been stirring over for what felt like a fucking millennium.

"I adore it, Lix. I can't live without it, to be honest," he confessed, flashing the younger a meek smile. And at that moment, Felix looked so perfect. So vulnerable and adorable all at the same time. "Fuck- I need to kiss you right now. Can I? Please..."

Felix gaped up at him, the overhead kitchen light sparkling in his eyes like a million different constellations all at once. Like he was in complete awe of the situation at hand, and he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that everything was happening to him just then.

"Yes- yes, a thousand times yes." He cried desperately in that cute, small voice of his.

And then nothing else mattered, as Minho held onto his jaw, tilting Felix's head upwards as he connected their lips. Like they were meant to never separate, they fit each other perfectly.

In an instant, Felix was melting into the feel of Minho's mouth wrapped around his. His hands came up around the elder's waist, digging into the fabric of his t-shirt and drawing him ever closer. Minho's tongue dragged across his bottom lip, and soon, teeth were bumping against teeth as they tasted one another. Felix groaned, fingers clutching on tight to Minho as he teased him with his kisses right there in the middle of the kitchen.

The kiss was ethereal and perfect and everything Minho had always dreamed of.

And when they broke apart to catch their breaths, a messy string of saliva connecting them, Felix stared up at him with vast eyes and flushed cheeks, and a faint smile.

"Has anyone ever told you how fucking beautiful you are, kitten?" Minho mused off, fingertips ghosting across his smattering of freckles.

The cerulean-haired male giggled softly, hands bunching up the fabric of Minho's shirt and dragging him closer so that he could wrap his legs around his waist. "Yeah, but you've never done it before."

"Well, now I'm saying it," Minho began, lips ghosting over his nose as he kissed it. "Pretty," he continued on his path, kissing either of his rosy cheeks. "Gorgeous," his mouth trailed up to his forehead, brushing the locks of blue there aside. "Stunning."

Then he stopped just at Felix's mouth again, hovering, breathing warmth against his lips.

"W-Will you c-call me that again?" Felix suddenly blurted out quietly, the words tumbling from him at a rushed pace. The way he stuttered nervously, like a young schoolboy confessing to his crush, did something funny to Minho's heart. Brought the shattered pieces back together, in a jumbled mess.

Minho could already feel the smirk spreading across his face, as he pondered over the idea. "Hmm..." He tapped a finger against his chin, to seem like he was mulling it over. When in reality, he'd give the entire world for Felix if he asked for it. He'd lasso the moon down from the night sky and gift it to the younger male if he wanted it badly enough. "Only if you're a good boy for me." His eyes flicked towards Felix's, catching the way the furious bloom of crimson erupted across his face and flooded into the tips of his ears. "You think you can do that for me? Be a good boy for Hyung?"

His head of blue hair was already moving up and down, as he nodded furiously. Teeth peeking out in a cheeky grin, he spoke in a fleeting voice. "Yes, I can be really fucking good... but only for you, Min."

That automatically made Minho's heart melt, dripping like cool water in his entire chest. The love he held for the younger male coursed through his veins then, lighting up his nervous system and making him see in full colour as he tilted into Felix.

Mouth pressing against the pulse point of the column of his neck, Minho shuttered out in a deep whisper. "Such a pretty kitten..." His lips attached to the warm flesh there, teeth sucking faintly and leaving a light violet bruise in the wake of his attention. He continued making his way down Felix's neck, loving the way the younger's fingers automatically carded through his locks, pushing him closer to his skin. "And all mine, too."

Felix squirmed against him then, moaning faintly at Minho's words. They were both suggestive and true to what he honestly felt for Felix.

And in that moment, other, dark thoughts flashed across the forefront of his mind too.

Visions of his sweet angel Felix, wriggling underneath him.

Fragile, petite limbs tangled up in bedsheets,

Skin flushed that pretty pink shade that always drove Minho so wild.

That delicate, small mouth of his, opened up in a filthy way, as the ecstasy fell from his lips in garbled sounds.

Minho knew that all of his deepest, darkest fantasies would one day come true. Would one day take place in the future.

And all because Felix had dared to talk to him late at night after their schedules.

Fin.

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demoiselettes · 1 year

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HELLO I was wondering if I could request some Sanemi cause like-

Y’know

🥰😍😫🥺🙏😋💕💋

So I wanted to request a Sanemi x female reader who is very clumsy?? Like she is always tripping, stumbling, breaking things and making very poor choices like climbing a shelf that is VERY UNSTABLE to reach something high, and Sanemi always has to jump in and save her, leading to him scolding her (gently), but the lil clumsy reader just giggles and Sanemi is just like angry boy mode, slightly blushing at her cute giggles.

I’d like it to be that Sanemi is our husband and we are his wife and we live in his estate.

Drabble or hc you pick <3

I like to give the writers some choices hehe

Btw I saw your request you sent me, I plan on writing it this week, so I won’t ignore it >:3

HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT

I litterally want to grab his face and 💋💋 MWA

Domestic bliss

Pairing: Sanemi x reader

Category: fluff

Warning(s)/note(s): fem! Reader

+ Zubbueeeee 🥹 look how cute he is omgggg and dw take all the time you need on that request, and don’t overwork yourself 💕💗💗💗

« What..the fuck are you doing. »

The ceiling was within reach. Only one step more, and you’d be able to hang the good luck charm above the entrance to your estate. It was perhaps wistful thinking, but you’d been hoping that maybe the Gods would look your way and give your husband the strength needed to remain alive with his job. You were ready to take whatever initiative it would require to keep him well and happy.

You looked back down at Sanemi, who looked like he’d run all the way to where you were perched on the ladder. Behind him, kakushis quivered and for once it was out of concern. You wrinkled your nose at them; you’d told them not to tell Sanemi what you were doing.

“That’s it. Get your pretty ass down before you fall and break your skull.”

You pouted. “I’m not gonna. It’s okay- look, i just need to..” you felt yourself being rocked. You cast your eyes down and shook the ladder slightly, to check its stability.

“[Name]-!” Sanemi ran forward and gripped the foot of the ladder. When he looked up, there was a veil over his eyes. “Fucking get down.”

By an ironic twist of fate, your foot slipped from the bar it was rested on. The kakushis screamed. The world tilted, you suddenly felt light. Then you were falling.

The impact never came though. You were cushioned in his arms before you’d even realized it and he was holding you tight against his chest. The ladder toppled over and landed heavily on the floor, the kakushis recoiled back. You looked up sheepishly, nearly fainting when you saw his expression.

It was that turn-to-stone face he’d mastered and would only show to people who were really about to face hell. The kakushis seemed to get the gist since they very slowly and subtly ran away. You envied them.

When he said nothing for a count of 5, you knew you had to pitch in to at least smother what was to come. “Listen, i’m sor-“

“How many times—“ he shook you violently, like a konpeito satchel. “—have i told you to stay out of trouble?”

You pulled on his uniform, tugging with all your might. “I’m- i’m really-sorry-“

When he set you down, his arm still wrapped around your waist in a grip that told you you wouldn’t be escaping him anytime soon, he pulled on your cheeks. “If the kakushis hadn’t told me what you were up to, you would have fucking fallen.”

“And you were worried, right?” With hopeful eyes, you placed your own hands over his own that were on your face.

« Wha- of course, i mean-« you watched him turn redder by the minute, fumbling for words, trying to deny the undeniable. You knew he cared about you, otherwise you wouldn’t have been tied by the sacred bonds of marriage ever since you took those sake sips. But your husband was a little too.. reticent to admit it.

« You trip on air, [Name]! » he spat out, effectively evading the subject. « Who told you to climb a ladder? »

You opened your fist to show him the charm you’d clutched tightly when you’d fallen. The paper was creased. “I was hoping to hang this over the entrance,” you explained. “It.. it might have protected you.”

You cast your eyes away, cheeks ablaze. “Okay, i know it’s stupid but-“

It was so nice, this ability he had to take you off guard with mere actions that would have you fainting. His lips were pressed against yours. It was light, feathery, skimming over your lips and chasing still.

“I’ll hang it for you,” he announced quietly when he’d pulled away. The charm hung from his hand, you couldn’t even tell when he’d taken it from you.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #nanako’s blues #nemi’s love #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader fluff

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11queensupreme11 · 6 months

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I just saw the Percy and hime dream and WNWNWNWN imagine them switching universe 💀 I’m def bias since I was introduced to your books cause of Tsunami but Omg honestly Hime would suffer SO MUCH ☹️ especially if it was hime who just left the house and is still under her father’s belief of obeying your elders 🥲 she’ll probs live cause everyone interested in her water powers she’ll def be eyeing everyone’s especially Poseidon titties and the concept of love with these gods GOSH she’ll think it’s normal especially since incest runs in her family too (even tho she doesn’t know that 😫)

Percy would go in swinging tho but will lose eventually with these men surrounding her.

omg my two unfortunate mcs switching universes??? yeah their situations won't get ANY better. at least with mizuhime she'll have that "ignorance is bliss" thing going on since she'll be isekai-ed very early on AND there's no sukuna to warn her about the dangers she's in

percy's gonna know immediately that her new family isn't normal. she had a very loving family and friends and a normal-ish life, so she'll automatically get red flags from how yandere her dad is and how empty her mom is. she'll also be sus of gojo once he gets too touchy cuz "um, im ur student dude, stop touching me pls???". regardless of that, she'll still be screwed because the entire plot of jjk is just tragedy after tragedy 💀

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| tsunami #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years

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AHHH i am so so obsessed with your bridgerton stuff, especially for colin and benedict 😫😫 could i please request a part 2 to the most recent colin imagine you posted (which WRECKED me tbh), where perhaps he attempts to find reader and persuade her to not marry the other man, or he interrupts the wedding? whatever you want to do, i have full faith! thanks so much! ❤️

A/n: I am very happy everyone is enjoying it, he’s part 2 with a much happier ending. @flowercrowns-goodvibes

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emandems10 || mysticwitchcraftc

Colin was not sure what he could do, it was such an odd feeling. Not seeing you around the hall, not hearing your laughter. He left the room whenever Eloise would mention the talk of the wedding, your wedding and he started to wonder if his sister was doing it to spite him.

Colin found he was closing himself off to his family, he was sulking more than Eloise liked.

“You are acting like a child.” Eloise snapped knocking his feet off the table. “If you love Y/n then you will win her back. It is what father would have done.”

“She is getting married. What do you expect me to do.” Colin scowled as he turned his head away. “I never meant what I said you know…They kept asking me about her. I love her now I need to live with that.”

“I expect you to fight for her, because if you don’t then you truly do not deserve her.”Stepping out of the room, Eloise paused in the doorway. “She still loves you brother.”

Gripping the horses reins, Colin forced his horse to move faster. He had to stop the wedding, he had to tell you how he felt. Ignoring the rain hitting his skin, soaking his shirt he had to focus on you. Though reaching the little church he did not understand why know one was here.

Was he to late?

Sliding off his horse he could feel his heart rapidly pounding in his chest as he pushed the church doors open.His stomach dropped seeing the church completely empty, his knees buckling out from under him. He couldn’t believe he was late, he swore he had gotten the time right but why weren’t you here?

“Colin?”

The man scrambled to get to his feet, to turn around though he had to see to see if it was really you.Finally getting to his feet he was shocked to see you standing in the doorway of the church. He did not know where you came from but you looked so beautiful.

The wedding dress you wore complimented your skin, he felt like was staring at an angel. This did not even feel real, that you were even standing in front of him now. Shouldn’t you be married?

“Y/n? How.”

Stepping close to Colin to was so strange to see him now. Your heart ached seeing how different he looked, the man looked slimmer, bags under his eyes. Slipping off your veil you let it slip from your finger tips as you cupped his cheeks. “How could I possibly marry a man I do not love. Eloise….she told me everything.” You whispered.

It was so hard to be strong, seeing you now standing in front of him the man found himself breaking down. His arms quickly weaving around your waist as he pressed his face into your chest. “I’m sorry Y/n. I swear I did not mean what I said. I never meant those cruel words.”

Biting your lip you let your finger run through his hair hoping it would calm him. You felt his fingers tighten into the fabric of your dress, his tears wetting your neck.

“I love you, I love you.”

“I know Colin.” You smiled resting you head on top of his. “I love you too.”

It was a beautiful wedding, people laughed, people cried and you looked more radiant than you were in day he found you alone in the church. Colin was proud to have you on his arm, he was proud that you were finally his wife.

Resting his head against yours the man couldn’t help but let out a blissful sigh.Smiling you placed a hand against his cheek pulling him in for a kiss. “Colin.”

“Yes Mrs. Bridgerton.” He knew that he would never tire from that, he liked the way it rolled off his tongue.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves you slowly looked him in the eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” It did not take long for a smile to bloom on his face. His arms quickly wrapping around your waist as he lifted you up. “Truly?” Seeing your nod a laugh escaped his lips giving you a quick spin. “I must be the luckiest man on earth.” Letting your feet touch the ground he placed his hand on your flat stomach. “I can not wait to meet you little one.”

Smiling you placed your hand on top of his, you can not wait to meet your child.

#drabbles #drabble #colin bridgerton imagine #colin bridgerton #Colin Bridgerton x reader #Colin Bridgerton x you #Bridgerton #Bridgerton x reader #Bridgerton x you #Bridgerton imagine #flowercrowns-goodvibes #mysticwitchcraftco #emandems10

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danrifics · 4 months

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The people in the replies of the ask about the kids wondering how we know this… oh to live in such ignorant bliss

like honestly good for them, i wish that were me 😫

#bethanie answers #also you meant kiss not kids right lmaooo

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ariesbilly · 1 year

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I'm honestly so glad I stopped watching ST a few episodes into season 3. I get to ignore everything after I stopped and live in blissful ignorance:)

I should’ve stopped watching before the last ep of season 3 but I wanted to see dacre act his pussy off 😫 at what cost…at what cost I ask you! At least I can still pretend billy came back from the dead no one can take that from me cuz season 4?

#briana answers things

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agoldenluckycat · 2 years

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Serve & worship

💥18+ MINORS DNI💥

Geto x reader, geto x y/n, geto x you.

✨💥Reader wants Suguru but is afraid he’s gonna play her. Suguru tries to prove her wrong. ✨😫

Reader is female, female anatomy, uses she/her pronouns, talk of arousal, fingering, reader gets eaten out, Geto’s a little aggressive but in a good way, pining, angst. Geto and reader are both students at Tokyo jujutsu tech. Idk how else to tag

No proofreader so apologies for mistakes. Posting raw and real as the lord intended.

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She wanted him. So badly. But she knew his kind. Suguru & Satoru were heart breakers, that was what Utahime and Mei Mei had told her. And she’s had plenty of experience in that department.

So when her body began to heat at the sound of Suguru’s voice. When his eyes would linger on her. When she felt herself squeeze her thighs together as they sat next to one another. When he found any excuse to touch her, setting her body on fire, she tried her hardest to ignore it.

It got to the point where she started to avoid him. The fire in her belly getting too strong to be around him. She knew he’d get suspicious but she had to risk it. She knew what she felt for him, was more than animalistic attraction, she was in love. And her heart was old fashioned. When it picked a person, it stayed.

She thought she’d been successful for the most part. Aside from classes, she’d managed to avoid him.

She was however wrong.

As she was walking down an empty hall, an arm reached out and grasped her hand, pulling her into an empty class room.

The door slamming and her back against the hard wall, met with none other than the object of her affection’s dark eyes staring down at her, both his arms on either side of her head, caging her in.

“You’ve been avoiding me”

It wasn’t a question so she didn’t answer, just stared up nervously at him.

“Why?”

Too much, too close, too hot. Everything was too much. Every sensation was too much. Her head felt foggy but she knew she had to answer him.

Lying was out of the question. She could tell in his tone. He was serious but not mean.

Clearing her throat she managed out the best answer she could.

“Because if I keep hanging out with you, I’ll break my own heart”

As he took in her words he seemed confused then her words seemed to settle in his mind.

“You think I’ll use you and dispose of you?”

This was a question now. A tone of hurt coupled with it.

“You’ll get bored of me” she replied feeling like it was getting hard to breath “most men do, then they let me go”

Something in his face shifted at her words. His right hand moving from the place on the wall, going under her chin and his thumb caressing her lower lip. The contact making her lower body throb. The intensive in his eyes melting her.

“If you think for one moment that once I have you that I’ll let you go…that I’ll let any other man taste you…” his hand moved from her chin to her hip, his fingers grazing her hip bone snaking around to her lower back as he pulled her into his body sharply “that any other hands will pleasure you like I can, that any other man was made to serve and worship you like I am. Then I’ll have to spend the rest of my life proving your wrong.”

She never stood a chance.

Her lips fell onto his before she really knew what was happening. His tongue invading her mouth within seconds, both hands now seated on her hips holding her in place as he pushed her body against the wall.

Her body was singing in joy. Every touch, every stroke of his tongue against hers lit a fire in her. This. This is what she wanted. Pure bliss.

After a few moments he pulled away and she whined at the loss of contact.

“I know kitten, I know” he purred. “I promise, daddy will take care of you”

Suddenly he was down on his knees, her skirt shoved up and he was removing her panties. She watched as he shoved them in his pocket, smirking up at her and then without warning latched his lips to her clit.

A loud moan escaped her and she lifted her hand to stifle any others that would come out.

She could feel him smirk against her at the sounds she was making. Soon a finger joined his mouth and she bit her hand, nearly breaking the skin.

“Such a good little kitten” he purred again in praise, his breath against her center as his finger fucked into her then he added another “sucking in my fingers so well, I can’t wait to see what you looks like around my cock.”

The promise of his cock and the return of his mouth sucking on her clit sent her over the edge. She came hard, hand over her mouth as she nearly screamed through her orgasm.

As he stood, his fingers covered in her slick, he took them into his mouth sucking them clean of her.

“You taste so good, kitten, I could live on this alone and be a happy man” he whispered to her.

He looked at her, no doubt she looked quite debauched all blissed out but he smiled and pulled her into his arms.

“What about you” she whispered, her hands moved to reach for his cock.

He shook his head “This is about you right now. I want there to be no doubt that I’m yours, that I worship you, that I serve you and your pleasure.” and then brought his mouth to her ear “Understand, kitten?”

She smiled, kissing him softly, tasting herself on his lips. “Yes, daddy”

He growled at her words and moved his hands down, gasping her ass cheeks.

“That’s a good girl”

After a few more moments of kissing and closeness he pulled away, again earning a whine from her, to which he gave a soft chuckle.

“Let’s get to class, kitten” he then took her hand and lead her to the door.

“My underwear” she blushed before he opened the door.

“Sorry kitten, those are mine for now” he smirked and then standing over her, his hand still holding hers “you’re gonna stuff them in my mouth tonight while your ride me. Sound good?”

Her face turned red and her belly started to boil again. “Yeah, it does”

“Good” he replied and then they walked out of the classroom “I’ll have all your favorites tonight too. Let me know if there’s anything particular you want and it’s yours princess”

She couldn’t imagine wanting more.

#suguru geto #geto x you #geto x reader #geto x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #JJK #geto suguru smut #geto Suguru #getou suguru x reader

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