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flan-tasma · 7 months

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Sleeping with them (Fontaine men ver.)

In which I tell you what it's like to spend a sleepover with them (I love sleepovers, they're so great, I want to go to one)

Includes Lyney, Freminet, Neuvillette and Wriothesley.

Warning: Nope now💖, Modern!Au(? idk, GN!Reader | Google Translate sponsors me (it's a lie) If I made any mistakes in the english translation, I would be happy to read your comments! | Content in spanish and english

Spanish:

Cuando no está ocupado y quiere darse un descanso de su vida, una pijamada es un sí para él.

Hacen algo de comer o piden algo para llevar y empiezan a hablar entre ustedes acerca de su día. Hay veces en las que te habla de sus preocupaciones y se da el lujo de dejar su máscara lejos, ya no necesita ser un Fatui o un hermano mayor ideal, solo es Lyney y lo estás alimentando con comida deliciosa y lo escuchas.

Te pide que le peines el cabello, puede ayudarlo a dormir más rápido, le gusta cuando lo acaricias.

Te pide muchos besos aleatoriamente o los roba.

Le gusta compartir una rutina de skincare contigo, verlos a los dos en el reflejo del baño mientras esperan a que la mascarilla se seque o verte aplicarle una crema humectante es muy íntimo para él.

Definitivamente se hacen manicura y pedicura (si te comes las uñas o las muerdes definitivamente te regaña).

Se cuentan chismes que han escuchado.

Cuando duermen juntos puedes escuchar sus ronroneos desde su pecho, también es alguien que le gusta ocultar su rostro en tu cuello y en algunas ocasiones rasguña tu cabello entre abrazos.

Si tiene sueño y tú te levantas para cualquier cosa, él te abraza más fuerte y puede morder tu hombro para que dejes de quejarte, luego besa dónde mordió (sabes, como ese vídeo tan lindo de los gatos siendo bonitos).

Le va a costar levantarse a la mañana siguiente, definitivamente te obliga a dormir hasta tarde con él. Es un gatito cansado, déjalo descansar contra el sol que se asoma por la ventana.

Le gusta mucho tener pijamadas contigo, sobre todo cuando están en silencio y está oscuro.

Tal vez hayan algunas velas para que puedan jugar algún juego de mesa o leer estando al lado del otro, pero cuando está oscuro se le hace más tranquilo.

Le gustan las velas aromáticas de olores suaves.

También deja que le hagas alguna rutina de skincare si quieres, le gustan cuando los productos son frescos contra su piel y huelen bien. También deja que le arregles las uñas.

Te ayuda si le pides que te ponga alguna mascarilla o rulos en el cabello.

Le gustan los susurros, cuando hablan en el mismo tono bajo lo hace sentir tranquilo, y el sonido de las hojas de los libros o las piezas de los juegos de mesa junto al crepitar de las velas lo relajan.

Te ayuda a peinarte el pelo antes de dormir.

Definitivamente se acuestan y se cubren con las mantas para abrazarse y descansar, en sí le gusta cuando están en silencio y están juntos.

Le gustan mucho los besos de buenas noches tanto como los besos de buenos días, entonces te los pide.

Pers duerme con ustedes como si fuera su bebé.

No tiene ni idea de qué es una pijamada pero le gusta dormir contigo, entonces acepta.

Definitivamente algún Melusine se entera de la pijamada y asiste, entonces están en una habitación gigante (espero que sí porque son un montón) y muchos Melusines están ahí riendo y hablando.

Se peinan entre todos, quienes están peinados ayudan a los demás y se llenan el cabello con adornos.

Neuvillette lleva el pelo suelto para estar más cómodo, para que las Melusines lo peinen y porque está cansado, entonces si se duerme de repente estará bien.

Se suele sentar entre todo el alboroto y bebe té a tu lado mientras tu y algunas Melusines le ponen mascarillas, crema y sérum con total tranquilidad.

Te mantiene a su lado y se deja guiar por lo que le pides, ya sea arreglarse las uñas o el cabello entre ustedes o para las Melusine.

Tal vez alguna Melusine se duerma en la cama y todas hacen lo mismo, Neuvillette las acomoda para que duerman cómodas, luego recogen todo y terminan el té ya tibio.

Te recuerda lavarte los dientes y él prepara una zona de la cama para que ambos duerman.

Duermen rodeados de sus hijitas, todos acurrucados y abrazados como si fueran una familia numerosa (que lo son), entre murmullos entre sueños y ronquidos.

Neuvillette te acaricia la espalda y el cabello para que duermas sobre su pecho.

Hace cualquier cosa que quieras porque se le dificulta decirte que no, por lo que cuando van a dormir ya tiene preparada una tetera y un buen té que les gusta.

Le gusta leer junto a ti, con tus piernas en su regazo para poder acariciarte. Es mucho más divertido cuando tiene una diadema de conejito en su cabeza y una mascarilla con forma de gatito.

Definitivamente usan el sofá y se quedan dormidos ahí. Puedes moverte por todos lados, traer cosas para pintar sus uñas y hacer que coincidan con las tuyas, bailar a su lado o incluso hacerte alguna mascarilla capilar, él estará en el sofá dándote algunas miradas y sonriendo, levantándose a ayudarte cuando se lo pides.

Deja besos en tu cuello cuando has terminado de enjuagar tu cabello y te besa la cabeza cuando terminas de secarte el cabello.

Le gusta poner música tranquila y dejarte jugar con su cabello despeinado, también puede acceder a que le peines el cabello en algún nuevo estilo.

Te da galletas para que comas mientras hablan, también puede burlarse y pedirte que comas de la galleta que está entre sus labios.

Te arrulla para que duermas, te abraza muy fuerte para que no caigan del sofá (a él le gusta su sofá, es muy suave y tiene cojines cómodos).

Si te duermes primero, se acaba el té y va al baño antes de acostarse junto a ti, si se duerme primero él se bebe el té frío en la mañana.

Por favor usa su brazo como almohada, a él le encanta cuando lo haces.

Sus ronquidos son altos, pero intenta no molestarte, te deja ponerle alguna camiseta en la boca para que duermas tranquila.

English:

When he's not busy and wants to take a break from his life, a sleepover is a yes for him.

You make something to eat or order something to go and start talking to each other about your day.

There are times when he talks to you about his worries and has the luxury of leaving his mask far away, he no longer needs to be a Fatui or an ideal older brother, he is just Lyney and you are feeding him delicious food and you listen to him.

He asks you to comb his hair, it can help him fall asleep faster, he likes it when you pet him.

He randomly asks you for a lot of kisses or steals them.

He likes to share a skincare routine with you, seeing the two of you in the reflection of the bathroom while you wait for the mask to dry or watching you apply a moisturizing cream is very intimate for him.

You definitely get manicures and pedicures (if you bite your nails you will definitely get scolded).

You tell each other gossip you have heard.

When you sleep together you can hear his purrs from his chest, he is also someone who likes to hide his face in your neck and sometimes scratches your hair between hugs.

If he is sleepy and you get up for anything, he hugs you tighter and he can bite your shoulder to stop you from complaining, then kiss where he bit (you know, like that cute video of cats being cute).

He's going to have a hard time getting up the next morning, he definitely forces you to sleep in with him. He's a tired kitten, let him rest against the sun peeking through the window.

He really likes having sleepovers with you, especially when it's quiet and dark.

Maybe there are some candles so you can play a board game or read next to each other, but when it's dark it makes him calmer.

He likes the aromatic candles with soft scents.

He also lets you do a skincare routine for him if you want, he likes it when products are cool against his skin and smell good.

He also lets you do his nails. He helps if you ask him to put a mask or curlers in your hair.

He likes whispers, when you talk in the same low tone it makes him feel calm, and the sound of the pages of the books or the pieces of the board games together with the crackling of the candles relax him.

He helps you comb your hair before going to sleep.

You definitely go to bed and cover yourselves with the blankets to hug each other and rest, he actually likes it when you are silent and together.

He really likes good night kisses as much as good morning kisses, then he asks you for them.

Pers sleeps with you two like it's your baby.

He has no idea what a sleepover is but he likes sleeping with you, so he accepts.

Definitely some Melusine finds out about the sleepover and attends, then you are in a giant room (I hope so because there are a lot of them) and many Melusines are there laughing and talking.

All of you comb each other's hair, those who have their hair done help others and fill their hair with decorations.

Neuvillette wears his hair down to be more comfortable, so that the Melusines can comb it, and because he's tired, so if he falls asleep suddenly he'll be fine.

He usually sits among all the commotion and drinks tea next to you while you and some Melusines put him masks, cream and serum with complete peace of mind.

He keeps you by his side and lets himself be guided by what you ask him, whether it's doing your nails or hair for each other or for the Melusines.

Maybe some Melusine fall asleep in bed and they all do the same, Neuvillette arranges them so that they sleep comfortably, then you put everything away and finish the warm tea.

He reminds you to brush your teeth and he prepares an area of the bed for both of you to sleep.

You sleep surrounded by your little children, all curled up and hugged as if you were a large family (which you are), murmuring between dreams and snoring.

Neuvillette caresses your back and hair so you sleep on his chest.

He does whatever you want because he has a hard time saying no to you, so when you go to sleep he already has a pot of tea ready and a good tea that they like.

He likes to read next to you, with your legs in his lap so he can caress you. It's so much more fun when he has a bunny headband on his head and a kitty mask.

You definitely use the couch and fall asleep there. You can move around, bring things to paint his nails and make them match yours, dance next to him or even do a hair mask, he will be on the couch giving you some glances and smiling, getting up to help you when you ask him to.

He leaves kisses on your neck when you're done rinsing your hair and kisses your head when you're done drying your hair.

He likes to play calm music and let you play with his messy hair, he can also agree to let you comb his hair in some new style.

He gives you cookies to eat while they talk, he can also tease you and ask you to eat the cookie that is between his lips.

He lulls you to sleep, hugs you very tightly so you don't fall off the couch (he likes his couch, it's very soft and has comfortable cushions).

If you fall asleep first, he finishes the tea and goes to the bathroom before lying down next to you, if he falls asleep first he drinks the cold tea in the morning.

Please use his arm as a pillow, he loves it when you do.

His snoring is loud, but he tries not to bother you, he lets you put a shirt in his mouth so you can sleep peacefully.

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hvaneyflowers · 5 months

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Family ********

Fernando Alonso x femreader! family!

Instagram au

Fernando and y/n have been married for 10 years, and for the last 9 years, y/n has been fighting against cancer. Because of this, they can't have children on their own, so they decided to adopt.

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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El Charro Negro

Charro Negro AU! Miguel x Reader

Requested Here by @arrozleche ♥️✨

Inspired in this artwork by Kattromz

WARNINGS: angst at the beginning, bit of light horror, a bit of fluff, spanish dialogue and serenades, Mexican urban legend, a bit of possessiveness If you squint. Hope I got it right :')

Summary: Don't make deals with the devil, people.

The song Miguel sings to reader ⬇️⬇️

May the day he was born forever cursed. May the day his parents decided to have him, cursed. May the humble and tattered home he lived in, damned.

Oh how he longed to have what other men had. A good hat, food on his table every day, not having to worry if he'd sleep with an empty stomach, a more comfortable bed and not the paltry and smelly rags he had for a bed; the good and clean clothes instead of his patched up pants and holed shirts. His parents loved him dearly. But it wasn't enough, even if they worked as hard as he was, it wasn't enough.

It was never enough for him.

He wanted more. He wanted to be admired instead of shunned and treated like an outcast for not having enough.

"Ya verán..." (They'll see.)

He'd prove all those that mocked him for being less, that he would be better. Better than all of them. When his Patrón would pay him what he is owed, he'd buy decent clothing. He'd have his Charro suit his heart yearned so much, and just then, he would laugh in the faces of those that wronged him.

But, Oh the misfortune his name carried since birth, followed him like a lost, mangy puppy, looking for solace in his tragedy. His parents died within a mine. buried and forgotten. El patrón didn't even bother himself into try and getting them and some other workers out.

Unbeknown to his parents, they had been digging their grave long ago.

He had to steal a bottle from the foreman's reserve so he could at least have the respect to knock his senses with good alcohol. Mezcal was his favorite. No money, no parents, poor and sick of everything was his current mood. A perpetual will of someone bigger than him, that had cursed him to live on scraps all his life.

"¡¿Feliz?! ¡¿Qué quieres de mí?!" (Happy?! What do you want from me?!)

He hiccuped as he entered his empty and tattered home, blaspheming at heavens as he cut a bit of his palm and attempted to draw a circle with it.

"¡Lo he dado todo y nunca fue suficiente!" (Gave it all and still it wasn't enough.)

He weeped and growled. The mezcal numbing his senses slowly. Sluggish footsteps finally tripped over a termite chewed chair, and he hissed at the stung from the cut in his hand.

"Daría cualquier cosa..." (I'd give anything)

His eyes felt heavy, the tip of his fingertips tingled with spreading numbness. A chill ran down his spine while his face pressed against the dusty floor. It vibrated. He groaned and took another swig from the bottle.

Black mist crept around him, the temperature suddenly feeling cold. He shuddered and scrunched his nose at the simmering fear that was below the surface.

"¿Lo que sea?" (Anything?)

A gravel like, yet sultry voice echoed from the darkest part of the room. His breath hitched as his vision blurred for a second to then focus on the bright, fiery red eyes that stared at him with keen interest.

His voice made all the mezcal to evaporate from his body. Wide, fearful eyes stared at the entity.

"Lo que sea." (Anything)

Miguel breathed with a nod. The being smirked, revealing a pair of sharp canines adorning his perfect and malicious smirk.

"¿Te apetece un trato?" (Fancy a deal?)

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The women made lines just to get a glimpse of him, Clad in a perfectly tailored suit just for him with the finest fabrics available. Tall, broad and muscular body not many had the luck of tasting, a horse that seemed brought from foreign lands due it's sheer size and color. Jet black with beady amber eyes. Wide brim hat, with a lace bow hugging his neck.

Even though many knew him, his money was the talk of town. Where would he get larges amount of money to invite everyone in the cantina a round of shots? his suits? his horse? his properties? The women?.

"Les dije que sería mejor que todos ustedes." (Told you I'd be better than you lot.)

He mumbled as he threw a woman over his shoulder with a smirk, she squealed in excitement as he took a long swig of his bottle. He'd throw the most outrageous parties in his estate almost every week.

The fiery eyes just watched him from afar, his smirk widening.

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Despite having more than fifty people before him, and women throwing themselves at him, his heart had said enough. Enough of the madness, enough of the parties, enough of fake loves that only seeked him for pleasure or money. Enough. He had enough.

He threw everyone out of a rage fit. He was sick of them. Even thought their faces were familiar, he knew shit about them all. He wanted, needed, to be alone.

"¿Ya te has cansado de esta vida, Miguel?" (Have you grown tired of this life?)

Miguel stumbled on the floor as panic rose within his heart.

"Y yo que creía que te estabas divirtiendo" (And me here thinking you were having fun.)

"¿Q-Qué estás haciendo aquí?" (What are you doing here?)

"He venido por lo que me corresponde por derecho, Miguel." (I've came for what's rightfully mine.)

"Tu alma" (Your soul)

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Even though his attempts in running away from the devil worked for him for a bit, in the end, he was found and not only that, but cursed to be the devil's personal debt collector. He and his horse.

He was everywhere, yet nowhere. He'd travel in a cloud of black mist that moved with him, almost like the darkness itself had life of its own. Red and glowing eyes adorning his Adonis-like features. He was tall, broad, clad in black and dangerous.

He'd travel with his faithful horse, a jet black stallion that only responded to him. As far as the legend went, he'd go town to town searching for the debtors, to claim their souls by luring them with money and other riches.

His eyes settled for a hidden little town, a few souls would fulfill his hunger, but he had to be careful. He could see some of the stony white houses donned with a cross on their front doors. He sneered at them, his horse gave a disapproving neigh.

"And they're the ones who sin the most" He mumbled under his breath and scanned the zone, It was 3 am, none was on sight. The soft noise of his saddle and his horse's steps echoed through the houses. Some dogs barked, howled even, other just growled at him and his in fear.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw you, clad with a black shawl, tears in your eyes as you left the town's cemetery. He chuckled at your stupid yet brave action. None would venture alone at that time, in such a sacred place, unless you worked with magic.

His mind was settled. He'd stay here. But first, he'd have to earn the trust of those whose souls would be claimed later.

He vanished into thin air.

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Your day always started at 4 am, sometimes even earlier than that, you had gone and clean your parents tomb in the cemetery, always giving them fresh flowers. They had died of sickness, little could be done to save them. Their hearts just gave up.

Then, you would go to the town's cantina and help prepare for the day, washing glasses, making sure the mezcal was ready to be served, cleaning up in general and of course, having to withstand the leering glances from the men around as you brought their drinks and food.

Town was 'everyone knows everyone here' type of little. It had a few stores of antique things, a hospital, a bar, some boutiques, a school among other basic needs stuff. It was small, but pretty. Colonial-style and traditional sort of pretty.

It wasn't around midday that he showed up. A man so tall you had to look up to meet his amber colored eyes, sharp and handsome features, shoulders so broad you were sure it would take a toll on your back to hug him, A small waist adorned by a strange belt buckle, if you looked closer it was a small skull like spider, surrounded by a subtle pentagram.

His heavy steps made the place to go silent for a moment as everyone stared at the new face. He was wearing a pale blue Charro outfit, he removed his hat, revealing silky and shiny ravenous locks. He smiled gently and took a seat in one of the lone seats over the bar.

"Buenos días, señorita. By any chance do you a place where I could stay?"

Your coworker flushed by the mere tone of his voice, you rolled your eyes at the display. She'd do that with every handsome man that would come closer. Visitors weren't as regular as people would think, even though the town had it's charm, it was away from other main cities. The perfect target for Miguel.

"¿Señorita?" It was enough, you called her and his eyes snapped your way. He blinked at recognizing you from before.

"Go tell Rodrigo we need to refill one barrel of mezcal." She obeyed while stealing a glance in Miguel's direction before disappearing.

"Sorry for that. There is a hotel at the end of this street. Se llama Posada Buenaventura" (It's name is Buenaventura Hostal)

He bowed his head, grateful. Soon he stood and left.

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You had noticed the Charro that had appeared our of nowhere being a social yet secretive man. He'd laugh with the elders, he'd listen to his stories that many ignored, would help people around by making small favors. And the women adored him, he'd of course entertain them by smiling or singing a bit for them. He was nice. But too perfect. Your eyes squinted at him.

"Don't look at him like that, he's really good. Man, I'd sell my soul to have a man like him." Your coworker spoke in between dreamy sighs. It had been only a couple of days since he came and everyone seemed to love him.

Suspicious.

Even more when he showed up in such fancy quality suits many would only long for. You had learned that his name was Miguel. It suited him, but still, something was wrong. Something in your mind told you to run away whenever he was around and his stare lingered a bit too long on you.

"Stop being a hornball and go tend the clients. It's a busy day today." You waved her off as you began cleaning the bar. He sat before you and regarded you with an intense gaze, hinting the challenge you stared back at him, arching your brow, unamused.

"Will you order something or you'll keep the staring contest?"

He smirked, and held his hands in defense.

"A breakfast shall do fine." you sighed

"Coffee?"

"Si. No sugar, please." You nodded and disappeared behind the doors, a man, his prey, approached him with a sympathetic look.

"Every man in town knows that trying to get (Name)'s attention is pointless. Mostly of us have given up on her. She's hard to get at."

"Is that so?"

"If you're wise, you'll rather to spend the time with Emelina. She's a sweetheart."

Miguel just nodded and looked at your form approaching with his food and steaming coffee. Your beauty was sure a sight, but your temper was something he couldn't help but feel intrigued for, specially when you were throwing a guy out of the cantina that got too hammered a bit too soon.

You wouldn't fall that easily, and he loved challenges.

He winked at you and you just rolled your eyes.

You'd totally be worth it.

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Emelina hopped into his horse, the lucky girl, and snugged him from behind. They'd gallop through the town together, parading and showing his horse taming skills. Girls around would watch with envy, as you glanced at them briefly with a smirk, tumbling some clothes to dry under the sun.

Not that you were hard to get. You simply feared of being fooled again, everyone in town had known that your fiancé had left a day before your wedding to never show up again. He had ran away from town and from you.

Miguel and Emelina galloped away from town, her excited shrieks could be heard as they headed out of town.

But after a while, the landscapes seemed neverending, repetitive and boring.

"We have to go back. Around five I must feed my chickens." Emelina's voice announced behind him. But Miguel didn't stop. The horse just galloped faster, she held tightly onto him, a small wave of fear washing over her.

"I-I wanna go back, Miguel." Her voice meek, her breath hitching in her throat upon realizing what was going on.

"Let me go!" She cried but he only smirked, black mist surrounded them both as darkness engulfed Emelina . the last thing she could see was Miguel. No. El Charro Negro, a demon, looking at her. Her screams vanished into nothingness.

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After closing the cantina, you headed home, and saw Emelina giving a small court to Miguel, to then disappear into her home. An illusion really, but who could tell? His eyes wandered over your form.

"Need help?"

"No."

Even though you actually did struggle with the wooden box full of spices.

He gently pried the box from your small form. You sighed and rolled your eyes with a tiny smirk.

"Te gusta molestarme." (You like annoying me."

"Kinda. If that's what it takes to see that little scrunch in your nose when you get angry, then yes. I do."

You didn't want to admit that he had his charm, but the thought was quickly batted away when he spoke again.

"Fear."

"Hm?"

"You are scared." He mumbled as he walked next to you.

"I'm not-"

"You hide your pain behind a brave mask. What happened?"

You frowned at his words. He pried too soon into your healing wounds.

"Not your business, certainly." you stopped at your home, and took the box from his hands. Pain bloomed into your chest and he knitted his eyebrows together, sensing your discomfit.

"I'm sorry" He'd mumble as you looked away.

"Entiendo ese sentimiento de no ser lo suficiente para alguien muy bien, hermosa." (I know the feeling of not being good enough for someone, beautiful)

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you pushed them aside, and sighed

"His loss, really."

"Buena noche." (Goodnight), he mumbled and watched you go. It came to his attention that you lived on your own.

As much as he was the devil's personal collector, his past was always haunting him, reminding him of his mistakes. He couldn't help but find a bit of solace in the fact that there was someone that could relate to his pain. And for what he could gather through the towners, he knew about your wedding fiasco.

The initial challenge to have your soul slowly changed into something more meaningful, a bit selfish if he came to think about it. He'd conquer you, even if it meant to harvest the life of every person in town.

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People talked about the sudden leaving of Emelina, and his prey, Rodrigo. Apparently they both had ran together, and started a new life elsewhere. His task in town was almost done. He just needed two more souls to leave.

But every time you'd serve him his usual breakfast with the bitter coffee, the demon inside him subsided. He had tried everything, leaving roses in your door, only to find them stored in jars later, He'd send letters that you would only read with a wistful and pained expression, he'd gift you with jewels, but you never wore them.

You were hard to get. But it was thrilling for him. To do such thing after spending years traveling, collecting and vanishing from town to town. You had made his dead heart to beat again, but yours ached for someone that had been long gone. He'd never forgive him. He collected his soul.

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Every gift your not so subtle fan gave you, had warned your heart a little bit more. You knew it was Miguel. The outrageous gifts screamed his name all over the place. He'd send you roses, which you stored in a glass container to make things out of them, his letters full of poems about you; made the ice on your heart to melt, bit by bit.

And the jewelry, the most intricate and beautiful thing you could lay your hands on. Gold looked good on you. It was like he knew your heart desires by heart despite you shooing him away in hopes he'd gave up before it ended up in another heartbreak for you.

But he was determined to make you his. You noted much. You had to give props to the man that against all odds, was getting a spot in your heart. But for now, you needed sleep.

The sultry and baritone voice sang through your window.

No hace falta que salga la luna

Pa' venirte a cantar mi canción

Ni hace falta que el cielo esté lindo

Pa' venirte a entregarte mi amor

You opened the window and your eyes turned bashful as his voice kept echoing, a few more men behind him, playing instruments. His voice serenading you.

Solo Dios, que me vio en mi amargura

Supo darme consuelo en tu amor

Y mando para mí, tú ternura

Y así con tus besos borro mi dolor.

Your heart couldn't help but flutter. You had tamed a demon.

He was about to sing another verse when your neighbor's angry voice chided in, disrupting the moment.

"It's bed time! Sing to her in the morning!" His words only made him want to vanish and give him a lesson, but your giggles only made him sigh.

"Buena noche, chula."

"Goodnight, Miguel." you kissed his cheek. A chill ran down your spine. He was cold, but your heart was sure warm.

He totally gave the man a good scare in his dreams.

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"It's concerning that people have been leaving town lately without much explanation." You heard one of the elders speak, and sure enough, the town looked emptier than usual.

"Don't you think it's weird? Ever since... that guy, ese Charro, came here, weird things have been happening." Your ears perked up at the information. Of course you had been too enraptured in your blooming feelings for Miguel to actually pay attention to what was happening around you.

Your workplace was less and less crowded, Emelina and Ricardo ran away together. Then, another man you barely spoke to was next, and then another woman also left. Four people in total. And given how small the town was, the number was alarming.

Dread settled on you once more. You didn't know what Miguel did during the day, but he always seemed to have enough money to buy everyone's house twice. He was always impeccable, well dressed and his charisma had earned the trust of the people. You felt dumb.

You had lowered your guard down enough to let another man in.

What was his game? You certainly refused to be his plaything.

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Your sudden change of attitude concerned him, of course, people would talk, and they were growing suspicious. He had his fill of souls, but his dead heart ached for you. You'd refuse to look at him in the eye, your voice so distant and cold. You had also grown suspicious of him. He knew he had to leave.

But he didn't, as a new pact was signed within town. His duty called.

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Just as darkness followed him, it had engulfed the man and vanished him into nothingness. He smirked, satisfied.

"It's... you..." You voice snapped his glowy red eyes at you. Your skin crawled as the hairs on your back stood in alarm. Your mind told you to run away. You approached instead, clarity coming to your mind like a cold bucket of water.

The glow of his eyes vanished, a solemn look on his face.

"It all makes sense now" You mumbled. You weren't scared, your hands cupped his cheek. he was no longer cold.

"I need to go."

You shook your head.

"Everything you did, for me, was true?"

"All of it." His large hand caressed yours while his eyes regarded you wistfully.

"Then, take me with you." You'd mumble and his eyes widened.

The sounds of many other horses along some people, angry and demanding for Miguel, approached.

"I couldn't... No."

"Then, I'll make a pact with the devil if that means for you to come for me and see you again."

His heart leaped in his chest. You wanted him as he was.The mob approached.

"I'm yours" You kissed his hand and you were swooped off your feet, his lips pressed into yours and with a whip on his horse, you two ran away, never to be seen again.

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happier / joão félix

request: scrolled thru your feed and I think I fell in love with joão! although the people that keep clowning him bc of his gf's antics 😭 can I pls request him moving on to someone who wouldn't do him like this? socmed au with a beauty queen or a well-loved nepo baby? tysm 💗

author's note: i had this in the drafts bc i just couldn't get it right for some reason 😭 hope you like it!! sorry for the badly traslated portuguese 😂

summary: after a very public breakup with his ex, fans are worried that you're gonna be the next one that breaks joão's heart. except, he looks happier now, and you're the reason.

face claim: maude apatow 💌

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joaofelix79 and the man?

name_apatow not bad i guess 🙈

user1 joão what are you doing here 🤨

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joaofelix79 recharging 🔋

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name_apatow you really went and posted the worst picture didn't you

joaofelix79 tu tas linda como sempre (you look as beautiful as ever)

user2 whoa you're so pretty 😭

user3 tell me this isn't his ex again

user4 she isn't posting anything on her insta so it must be someone else 👀

user5 he moved on? finally

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joaofelix79 date night ❤️

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masonmount enjoy mate! 👍🏻

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name_apatow acting like you didn't eat all my pizza 👍🏻

user1 wait is this who he's with?

user2 what is the daughter of that one famous dude doing in joao's comments 🤨

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joaofelix79 feliz aniversário linda. todos os dias, meu maior presente é tu. hoje é minha vez de te mimar 🤍🙏🏻 (happy birthday beautiful. every day, you're my greatest gift. today it's my turn to spoil you 🤍🙏🏻)

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user1 oh they're cute :(

name_apatow you're the best thing that happened to me 🥹 i don't deserve you

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user2 she's soooo pretty, joão can you fight?

irisapatow my favourite one is the last one

name_apatow thanks, sis 👍🏻

user3 how does he keep getting these girlies 😂 he's not that cute

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name_apatow went to see someone special today 🤍🫶🏻

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masonmount nice meeting you!!

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user1 she supports him as much as he supports her :( they're so cute please

enzojfernandez con razón se estaba haciendo el lindo 😂 joaofelix79 (now i get why he was showing off 😂)

#football imagine #football instagram au #football social media au #football x you #football x reader #joao felix x reader #joao felix x you #joao felix imagine #joao felix instagram au

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a social media fic with nando where his gf/fiancé/wife comes to the paddock for the first time after they had their second child? And like the photographers are all oveeeer reader cuz of the cuteness and the other drivers are just soo happy nando found his person and started a family and just overload cuteness from the media and the fans and stuff like that 😊(ps: can you make the reader 10-12 years younger than alonso? I’m a sucker for a good age gap!) btw, looooove your writing and smau’s!! Have a good day 🫶🏻

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home is where the heart is — fernando alonso

genre. social media au pairing. fernando alonso x reader warnings. swearing

author’s note. hello anon! i wasn’t entirely sure if you meant first time after having their second child or first time ever, but i’ve gone with the latter so i hope you like it! also there isn’t a direct reference to the age gap in here sorry :( you can still imagine it that way though because that was my thought process when i was making this <3

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f1wags Fernando Alonso and his longtime girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N spotted in the paddock for the first time! Y/N has just given birth to their second child, María! What an adorable family 😍

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fernandoalo_oficial Home race week with mis ángeles ❤️ So glad to have my three greatest loves with me for this special race. Y/N, Carmen y María, os quiero a todos más de lo que puedo decir 💗 / I love you all more than I can ever say. See you in Canada!

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Part 5 / Part 7 Sorry its short, rl gets in the way but also, this one was supposed to have come out with the other once, but as I was saving it it crashed and I lost it all 😭 so have a late reunion! But also! it seems my AU has gotten into the @tmntaucompetition , ngl I was surprised, I suck at selling myself but I'm really enjoying doing this comic and I loved to compete it. Never done anything like this before so its all new to me but I do have some plans for this au, I have said much about it cos again such at also explaining myself XD BUT there is definitely going to be a lot of angst for the twins both present and future but I'm determined to get to the good bits, its been a little slow at the moment mostly due to my impulsiveness and not really haven't the plot down, I'm chaotic when I draw/write but ive got ideas I want todo and there's some stuff that I'm excited to draw. I'm excited to see how this competition goes and going against other peoples aus. AndIt would mean a lot if this did well, I'm excited to see how this competition goes and going against other peoples aus. It would honestly make me happy to see how far this could go, You'd show Cleo just how much he deserves love, this boy is gonna need it for what I'm going to put him through.

sum dyslexic so I hope this makes sense

#forgive me #Cleo is my angry sad gremlin child who needs to catch a break #sadly he isn't going to get one anytime soon #future leo #future donatello #future leonardo #rise disaster twins #rottmnt disaster twins #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #comics #fanart #tmnt #rise leo #rottmnt leo

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where feelings bloom | kth

kim taehyung x reader (f)

genre: fluff | smut | bffs to lovers

rating: mature audiences only (strictly 18+)

summary: vacations are the time of self reflections and revelations. so, what happens when your last day in paradise involves you trying to decipher the feelings that you’ve had blooming for your best friend kim taehyung.

warnings: where do i begin lol; post college universe; suppressed feelings; overthinking; crush culture; foul language; vag fingering; overstimulation; clitoral stimulation; pentrative sex; protected sex (wrap it up friends); non-idol au; praise; dirty talk; tae is focused on oc’s pleasure only; unlabeled relationships; no plans for a part two; out of season au (happy beginning of fall) ; not edited

word count: ~ 5.6 thousand words

posted: tuesday october 4, 2023

notable songs: ivy - frank ocean | are we still friends - tyler, the creator | todo cambio - camila | a drop in the ocean - ron pope

Mornings were your favorite part of the day. Although, not many people agree with that ideology you couldn’t help but be enamored by the way day the birds chirped their peaceful melody awakening you right up from your slumber, the glare of the beaming sun highlighting its waves of heat right into your face, the song of the crashing of waves against the shore. . but most of all you loved that for the last eight nights you have been waking up in an island paradise and you got to share it with your absolute favorite person in the entire world. Your best friend, Taehyung.

Your soulmate, well platonic soulmate; your other half; your light in the darkest of tunnels. That’s who he was and honestly you couldn’t even recall a minute or even a second in the course of your life when Taehyung hadn’t been there with you.

You met Taehyung long ago. Twenty-one years ago to be precise—marking the very moment you came out of your mother’s womb. Your mother’s had been best friends for years (still are), so your birth marked the day when you would meet your mother and father; but it also marked the day when you met Taehyung. He was already a couple of weeks older than you but your mother’s paired you up and built a friendship among the two of you long before you ran around in diapers together, bathed in kiddie pools with your favorite toys, before you took your first steps or even uttered your very first words.

By definition, you were meant to be in Taehyung’s life and Taehyung was meant to be in yours. There was no re-writing that bit of history and besides you’d never do it even if you could. The constellations of your stars align and are guided right into each other’s path.

Truly. He is going to be your person today, tomorrow and hopefully an eternity after that. You’ll always be there for him even after the sun dims and the oceans dry. There is no one you’d rather call your best friend and no one else who you would rather have invading every inch of your life.

The door to the connecting room swung open and surely enough there he was leaning against the door frame. The blonde streaks of his wet hair fell past his dark brown eyes and thick eyebrows covering their entirety. On the same note you finally registered that he only wore a pair of gray sweat shorts that hung low on his hips; all while he remained bare on the top half of his body showing off his lean physique and although Taehyung didn’t have abs he was still fit—very awe striking.

“Whatever happened to ceasing the day?” he exclaimed, his eyes turned to fiery pits as he likely replayed whatever crazy scenario he had planned for the day back in his head, “it’s nine in the morning. What are you still doing in bed. . Why are you still in your pajamas?”

“I was too lazy to get up,” you looked at the digital clock on the night stand beside you blinking its bright red numbers back at your sleep-riddled eyes.

“Tonight is our last night on this slice of paradise heaven so get your ass up and let’s go let’s go let’s go,” he snapped his fingers before ripping the covers off of your body.

“We have over twenty-four hours before we gotta head back home,” you patted the empty spot on the bed next to you and he jumped right in, cozying up under the covers, “just let me lay here for like ten more more. Is that okay with you, mom?”

He groaned, “Fine but we better be up in ten minutes or I plan to carry you right down to the beach, pajamas and all.”

“Yeah, sure,” you pulled the white duvet over your head signaling you were ready to drift back into the remnant of tiredness that lingered behind from all the activities you had partook in for the past week, “just ten more minutes. Just ten,” you mumbled, your eyes felt heavy as you drifted back into a deep slumber.

“Just ten,” you heard his voice from a distance, so far away. Yet his body heat lingered close by and the apricity was easily welcomed against the skin of your back.

Ten minutes turned into four hours and by the time your eyes fluttered open it was just after four in the afternoon. The sun still beamed bright through the drawn blinds heating up your body as the rays met your skin. You stretched carefully and rubbed sleep off your eyes before turning around to face Taehyung. He remained sound asleep—eyes shut tightly, mouth slightly ajar, and soft snores sounding like the steady, peaceful melody of lullabies.

Taehyung is truly beautiful. So beautiful, in-fact that it kind of made you stop in your tracks every so often and you couldn’t help but just look at him. Drinking in his striking features; his big brown eyes, his hair soft like silk, and his raucous voice so deep and soothing.

Taehyung is truly a work of art. So much so that every candid moment captured behind the pixels of his pictures belonged in art galleries around the world.

You noticed you were attracted to your best friend the summer after your sophomore year of high school. The two of you had spent the entire summer together—inseparable as usual. But towards the end of the summer as the first day of school approached, you and Taehyung engaged in a short adventure to the lake on the outskirts of town. You’d had truly an amazing time and you ended up inside a small diner having greasy food and chocolate shakes. You hadn’t processed it back then but looking back now you remember the way your heart was pounding, the way your palms were sweaty and the way all of your butterflies flapped their wings against the pit of your stomach.

It’s so obvious looking back now—how much you truly liked him while you sat in that booth in the back of that diner. There, it felt like no one else inhabited the establishment. Just the two of you and the secret that took root in your heart.

A secret so taboo you buried it somewhere deep in the back of your mind, but every time your eyes caught a glimpse of him there it all was. Everything, all over again, causing a daze in your mind and making your chest ache.

“Wake up, Tae Tae,” you shook him slightly, pushing all of those thoughts aside.

“Huh?” he groaned, twisting and turning mindlessly in the ocean of sheets.

“We have gone against your beloved schedule for the day and I’m afraid I was the culprit,” you sat up against the headboard and he followed along laying his head on your shoulder.

“We didn’t just sleep for ten minutes did we?”

You shook my head, “it’s around four o’clock right now.”

“That chopped off half of my itinerary,” his voice was soothing—gruff with hints of exhaustion lingering behind.

“Oh, come one,” you cooed, “what’s left?”

“The beach is just across the street, the pool’s downstairs or we can go out to get something to eat.”

“What do you really wanna do?” you asked.

He yawned widely mimicking a cub; so cute.

“Maybe we can lounge around by the pool for a bit and come back up here to order food,” he suggests, “I know I had hours planned of things to do for the day but I’m kind of exhausted.”

“It’s not like you to skip out on the beach. . are you sure you wanna just go to the pool?”

“Actually. .” he continued in his smooth voice, “I don’t even think I have the energy for that.”

“Impossible!” you exclaimed, “you don’t get to be lazy, that’s my thing.”

“It’s contagious,” Taehyung whined, snuggling closer to your side. His cheeks felt like fire on your shoulder and you swore having him that close caused your breath to hitch at your throat.

“So what—what, uh,” you cleared your throat, “what do you wanna do instead? Do we stay in for our last day here?”

He nodded, “I think so. I mean, we’ve done a lot of things for the past few days.”

“Do you wanna pick the movie or the food for us tonight?”

“I refuse to watch a horror movie tonight so I’m in charge of picking the movie,” he reached for the remote control on the table next to his side of the bed.

You rolled your eyes, picking up the phone and looking through the booklet the hotel provided with a number of different restaurant chains and their menus. After a bit of back and forth between you and Tae as you tried to settle on things, you decided on pizza and a random rom-com on one of the dozen streaming apps provided on the television.

Fifteen minutes later, the food had arrived and Taehyung sat beside you once again, your elbows dangerously close. Your mind, barely on the movie that’s been playing for approximately thirty minutes now, your pizza sat cold on your plastic plate and your thoughts assimilate a busy intersection.

There are so many things you could do but every single one also sat dangerously close to being the end of your friendship with Kim Taehyung.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung closed the pizza box sitting in front of his crossed legs.

You reeled yourself back from your thoughts, “yeah, I’m okay.”

“You’ve been mindlessly staring at your slice of pizza for the past thirty minutes,” he added, placing his hand on your shoulder, “are you sure you’re okay?”

This is how it’s been for some time now. Taehyung remained as soon as ever engaging in the sweetest gestures of comfort a best friend could engage in while your stupid, stupid mind developed its own reality of translating his platonic touches into something more—something it’ll never be.

“I’m okay really. I guess I’m just uh, not that hungry,” you forced a smile on your lips, it actually hurt, “I’m gonna get some fresh air.”

You opened the glass sliding door and walked out onto the balcony, the briny aroma from cerulean waves just ahead became your aromatherapy—easing your nerves. Allowing you to bury every insipid thought you’d birthed as a cause of your delusions.

Your stupid mind and its delusions.

Your hands landed on the black metal railing, closing your eyes and you began softly inhaling through your nose and then out your mouth. You did that over and over until you imagined yourself alone, somewhere peaceful where Taehyung was a long way from invading your thoughts in the best and worst way possible.

“I know being here for so long has made us both homesick but I didn’t think you’d be the one most affected by all of this,” his voice sounded dangerously close. God, all you wanted was a moment alone—a moment to yourself. . To halt all your thoughts. All of them.

“Yeah, I guess I’ve been pretty homesick,” but you weren’t homesick at all.

“Don’t worry, tomorrow we’ll set foot back home and you’ll be back on your bed relaxing,” you hadn’t looked at him just yet but you could tell he was smiling.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s all I’ve wanted.”

“I knew it,” his hand landed on yours on top of the railing, his thumb rubbed circles on your wrist, “I know you, you know. You’re like the only person on earth who can’t seem to enjoy a vacation.”

He was wrong—you have enjoyed this vacation; his company. It’s only solidified everything you’ve ever felt for him and that was the problem. But how could you say that without actually saying that?

You chuckled, “I have enjoyed this vacation. It’s been quite reflective. . Eye opening.”

“Hopefully, the fun kind of eye opening,” he began, “you need to learn to have fun. Let loose.”

“Your party ways have definitely been contagious,” you looked into his eyes, the way you never have before and for a minute you became lost in their darkness—but surprisingly, you were at ease, “I’ve definitely learned all the ropes to having fun.”

“After years of trying I’m glad you’ve finally learned something from your best friend. I’m proud,” Taehyung walked towards one of the lounge chairs and sat.

“Yeah, I guess I’ve learned everything from you these past couple days,” you mumbled.

“See? You could’ve just skipped college just as I did.”

“That,” you sat on the chair beside his, “my parents would’ve killed me for.”

He scoffed, “that’s another thing I gotta teach you now that we’re twenty-one. Bravery is crucial. Learn to speak your mind unapologetically.”

Easier said than fucking done when your mind, heart and body scream out for him. His attention, his touch and his love.

“Bravery.”

“Exactly,” he encouraged, “bravery is a passage so securing everything you want in life. Hold on to that; embrace it. Thread towards everything head on.”

“Well, in that case I hated college. I really really did. And I don’t even fucking like science I don’t know why I majored in Biology. I miss high school and the days we used to chill on the rooftop of the abandoned bowling alley after school when we had nothing better to do.”

He laughed, likely reminiscing on the good time, “I miss that too and nobody said we had to stop. We’re adults but our customs shouldn’t have to die, right?”

“Right.”

“So, we have a date on top of the abandoned bowling alley as soon as we get back.”

“A date,” you mumbled, the word causing your skin to prickle up with goosebumps.

“A date. That’s right.”

Surely, Taehyung didn’t know the effect. . The implication that the word had on you and your emotions. He couldn’t know about the way your hands began to sweat and the way your heart beat erratically as he kept referring to your late afternoon escapes in that exact way. A date.

“A date with you,” you began, your tongue did all the work while your mind ceased all control, “you don’t even know what those words do to me.”

His voice was low, “what does it do to you?”

Your eyes steered in his direction and Taehyung was still sitting right beside you, but closer. His eyebrows were furrowed together inquisitively, his intent gaze was set on your figure disregarding all of his surroundings entirely—as if he didn’t want to overlook a single detail about you ever again.

You shook your head feeling like maybe you’d said a little too much already, “just. . Forget it.”

“Impossible,” he said, “bravery, remember? Penny for your thoughts.”

“Trust me, Tae. You don’t wanna know.”

“I do.”

You exhaled softly, “please don’t make me say it.”

“Say it,” his voice grew deeper and still it felt as softest as velvet would against your skin.

You closed your eyes trying to unscramble the words in your mind, to unravel your mangled feelings and decipher exactly how much of yourself you wanted to strip bare in front of him.

“I—“ it was so hard to let it out. To just say it.

“You?”

“Taehyung,” you breathed, “I just have these feelings I just can’t seem to ever shake off.”

“Are they good feelings or bad feelings?” he asked.

“I’m not too sure,” you shrugged looking off into the clear sky dusted off in orange tones as the sun began migrating down towards the horizon, “—but they’re definitely confusing feelings if I had to say for sure.”

“Confusing?”

“Confusing,” well not so much confusing but rather—hard to decipher, impossible to act on, forbidden, off limits, what else?

It’s you.

“Come on,” he scoffed, “I’m your best friend. Surely, you can tell me what’s gotten into your head.”

But that’s the problem. . You’re my best friend and you’ll only ever be my best friend. It’s both the twist between a blessing and a curse.

It’s you. It’s you. It’s you.

You’ve gotten into my head.

It’s you. It’s you. It’s you.

The voice kept on and on no matter how hard you worked to block it out. It was a reminder that he navigated your thoughts and made you giddy in love, one you didn’t need or want. It’s you. It’s you. It’s you, “it’s you.”

“What?” He asked. Did you say something? You hadn’t said anything. You hadn’t.

“What?” you repeated.

“You said it’s me. .” His stare was blank; hard to read but his eyes were golden under the rays of the departing sun.

You stared back at him without saying a single word.

“You said it was me,” he stuttered, “You you said. . What do you mean, it’s me?”

In that moment you stood before a crossroad unbeknownst to the righteous path to take. Jungling the implications of your two options and how they would affect your relationship with Taehyung from that day. Of course, on one side you had the lie, your very own cloak of invisibility. The same one you’d been hiding behind for years and the same one you’d continue to hide behind—down that road your feelings would be stomped on and you’d watch Taehyung behind a soundproof glass always dwelling on what ifs and what could’ve beens.

On the other side, there was the truth, the road where you would be stripping yourself bare with every step forward you took. Taehyung would finally be aware of your deepest secret—the one where he occupied your thoughts from the earliest hours of the morning to the latest hours of the night. He would know that your mind often lingered off into vivid daydreams where your imagination ran wild creating scenarios where he was finally yours; he would know the way your balms grew balmy and your heartbeat every time he came near. There would be no more hiding, but here you ran the risk of rejection and the destruction of your friendship.

So you stood in front of the two avenues unsure of which direction to head towards in order to begin your journey. But Taehyung waited for an answer while you made a safe haven at your pit stop cocooned by fear and indecisiveness.

The late afternoon breeze rustled the palm tree fronds, swaying them back and forth lightly. You and Taehyung were twenty stories up so that swishing sound was the only thing filling the silence between the two of you. Still, you swallowed your words hoping that he would somehow forget that you said anything.

“Hey!” he rested his warm hand on your thigh calling out for your attention and finally you looked at him. There was no longer a blank gaze lingering in his eyes, now, he seemed worried, “did I do something?”

Oh, this is spiraling out of control so fast. All because you couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut.

Say something. . ANYTHING!

“No—“ you cleared your throat, “no it’s not that at all, trust me.”

“Then, what is it?”

“It’s not important.”

He shook his head, “whatever it is, it seems to be bothering you a lot so it is important.”

There was no getting out of this. Not anymore.

“I guess I just don’t know how to say it,” you jumped over a million hurdles in your mind trying to decipher the best way to just say it. Finally, you took a deep breath allowing your lips to move at their own leisure, “I like you.”

You were so dizzy and enveloped within your own scrambled thoughts. Even though you tried to keep your eyes off of him you couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of your eyes. And Taehyung just sat there with wide eyes and his mouth slightly parted.

“You like me?” he asked, pausing in-between each word, “like you like me or you like like me?”

You closed your eyes, “I like like you.”

“Like more than just best friends?”

Did you really have to spell it out? Admitting your feelings out loud had you in a state of intense bashfulness, “yes, Taehyung. I like you as more than just a best friend. I have for some time now but it’s okay if you don’t think of me that way. I didn’t even really want to tell you because I was always too scared to ruin our friendship.”

“Come over here,” Taehyung patted the spot right beside him and you moved to sit next to him. He stared deep into your eyes before continuing, “nothing can ever come in between us or our friendship, okay?”

“Okay. .” You felt like a massive weight had been lifted off your chest allowing you to inhale and exhale once again.

“Beside,” Taehyung caressed your cheek softly using the pads of his tender fingers. Quickly, you began feeling at ease as a result of his touch. Then, his fingers migrated lower tracing the outline of your round cheeks until they reached your chin and slowly he began guiding your face towards his so much so that his lips sat just inches away from yours, “I never said I didn’t feel the same way.”

“You can’t just say things like that,” you placed your hands over his as they still held you close.

“I’m not just saying it,” he argued.

“You are,” you shook your head, “you’re just saying it to spare my feelings but I’ll be okay, Tarhyung. I’m a big girl. I can take a little rejection.”

“We’ve been friends long enough for you to know that I wouldn’t just say something like that.”

That was true, “but why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Same as you, I suppose,” he shrugged as his eyes remained intently on yours, “I feared that you wouldn’t feel the same and I didn’t want that to drive you away.”

It’s astonishing how the only thing standing between the two of you and your happiness—and love was yourselves. Doubt and the fear of rejection steered your lives in opposite directions although the gravitational forces stringing your hearts together worked diligently to drive the two of you towards each other despite your cowardice.

“I wouldn’t leave you.”

Taehyung flashed his signature boxy smile, so warm and comforting you felt like he wrapped around you in a warm hug.

“I wouldn’t leave you either,” his eyes focused on your mouth tracing every line and crevice before he met your eyes once again.

The lingering doubt gnawed at your already splintered confidence so despite your treasurous thoughts screamed that he wanted to kiss you in that very moment, your body remained frozen in place—incapable of emitting an appropriate response, too nervous to react in any way and way too scared to make the wrong move.

“Can—” he looked at your lips once again, “can I confess something else?”

“What?” he leaned closer, your nose brushed against his and you couldn’t help closing your eyes. You were feeling too much at once.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“So kiss me,” you whispered.

Taehyung laid back on the chair before pulling you onto his lap as your legs straddled his lap. His hands traveled mindlessly along your body until they finally found their destination on your neck—his method of saying you were simply too far because immediately he began pushing you towards him. Your heart was erratic, your hands were sweating and there were about a million scenarios playing in your head depicting every single way you could probably fuck this up.

But all of that flew right out of your head as soon as your lips met his. Kissing you so passionately you felt grounded, as if he was your home and this is exactly where you were meant to be; where you belonged.

Noone had kissed you like that before and you liked how his kisses were the words on endless pages of his love confession while his tongue sealed the envelope before sending you off into daydreams depicting scenes such as this one and so much more.

Taehyung pulled away; heaving; attempting to catch his breath, “I think—I think we should move inside. It’s getting late.”

Before you knew it your back crashed against the ocean of bed sheets and Taehyung followed right behind picking up where he left off. While his kisses worked to leave you breathless, his hand raked down the fabric of your top before stopping at the waistband of your sweat shorts.

“Can I?”

You nodded frantically anticipating all of the lustrous desires that had sparked up in your mind in the latest hours of the night, “yes.”

Taehyung moved past the waistband and lower down where only the thin layer of your panties stood between his fingers and your cunt but he did not touch you—not yet, you shuddered in anticipation, wondering how he’d render his concupiscent touch. You grew stupefied and your thoughts came to a halt as his teeth tucked at your lower lip, sweeping into your mouth. Everything he did worked to satiate the hunger growing within you, the very one crying out for him to devour you entirely once and for all.

He pulled away from your lips you felt his hands move under the fabric of your shorts, moving your panties to the side lining up two fingers at your entrance, you gasped once before Taehyung slated his mouth over yours swallowing every whimper and every moan to escape your lips as he pumped into you slowly.

It was a vicious repetition that already had you soaked, you uttered low whimpers but it seems he was only fueled by your sensitivity moving quicker and quicker by the second.

He parted away from your lips, whispering in your ear, “you're so wet and warm baby. Fuck, you feel so good, so tight around my fingers. So fucking good.”

“Ah, fuck. Oh, Taehyung please, please don’t stop. Okay? Don’t stop,” you whimpered as you moved to meet his quicken movements fucking yourself on his fingers so sweetly.

“I won’t stop. I promise you I won’t,” his voice was hoarse as he continued, the lewd promises he whispered sent glacial shivers down your spine and you felt the way your legs began shaving.

“Taehyung,” you moaned.

“Say my name like that again,” he groaned.

You snaked your hand around your neck twisting the blonde locs draped on the back of his neck before whispering his name once again he smirked going on and on. There was a flame igniting in the pit of your stomach and there was nothing more potent; nothing you could devote your attention to. The only thing you crave was to put that fire out. So you moved quicker against him until your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you reached that high and finally the fire ceased.

Taehyung left a peck on your cheek before aiding you in removing all of the pesky fabrics standing between him and the vulnerability of your nude body, then, he took off his own leaving only his briefs on. He kneeled in front of your stretched out legs and his finger burned streaks on your skin as they caressed your inner thigh, continuing to devote his attention everywhere but where you actually needed him most.

“Please. .” you begged.

“Please?”

“Please,” you said sternly.

“What do you want?” he questioned with a smug look painted on his features, the little bitch was teasing you.

“You know what I want.”

“I want to hear you say it,” you gasped as he grazed your enterance coating his digits in the combination of your juices and cum before shoving them in his mouth, licking them clean, “you taste so good, you know.”

“Eat me out Taehyung, please,” you cried out.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He sunk deeper in his place until his face was no longer in your line of vision, beads of sweat rolled down your temples and you ached with fervidity. His breath fanned against your core and at that moment you knew he was near but it wasn’t until he wrapped his hands around your thighs pulling you closer to his face that you truly felt exposed. Taehyung brushed his lips over your slit leaving a trail of gentle kisses behind.

Using his tongue he separated his lips before gravitating towards your clit. He enveloped the sensitive bud between his lips quickly beginning his attack in the form of ravenous sucks and licks.

You gasped clutching onto the sheets to release the tension building within you. Everything you wanted to say out loud died in the back of your throat but you didn’t care about the words you couldn’t say. Your mind was too focused on the way your legs shuddered and your pelvis lifted into the air.

“I’m—“ you cried out, “I’m so so close.”

His fingers found themselves pushing past your entrance once again, pumping into you at a quickened pace. It was almost too much but you focused on the overstimulation of his tongue and touch. That inferno you felt once before burned brightly, this time you couldn’t map out a way to extinguish in its entirety. It would always burn and Kim Taehyung would always be the cause of it.

Whoever said playing with fire was a bad thing was a fucking liar because these flames warmed you up so good like an addiction you just would not want to ever shake off.

You reached down, raking your fingers through his blonde strands pushing him closer to you, doing so until trembled uncontrollably, spilling over on his fingers.

Taehyung emerged with swollen lips, his disheveled hair and his spit mixed with your juices on his chin. His fucked-out look was one that would live in your mind like an art work hung in a gallery.

“Unbeknownst to you, I’ve been yours for a while now,” he stopped to catch his breath, “but after tonight I want you to know that I am yours.”

Your eyes remained shut but you grinned nevertheless, “I believe that’s the post sex bliss talking.”

“I’m not the type to just say anything because of the moment at hand. I mean everything I say.”

“Okay,” you smiled, “can you say you’ll fuck me then or do I have to wish for it when I spot a shooting star for it to come true.”

He chuckled, it was low and thunderous so soothing and calming. It was always peaceful and eased your nerves even now as you laid completely naked.

“I’m sorry, were you planning to fuck someone on a vacation?” you asked ogling, as he fetched a golden packet from his discarded pant pocket, removed his briefs and slipped the condom around his cock.

“Only you,” he said, pressing the tip against your entrance far enough to have your mouth agape as a result but never enough to satisfy your craving to have him fucking you against the mattress, “I promise.”

“Taehyung, if you don’t fuck me right now I might actually loose my mind.”

He didn’t say anything else, you just felt him sliding in slowly giving you the time to adjust before he began moving in and out of you gradually. The air circulating the gray walls around the two of you became humid, hot enough to coat your body in a thin layer of sweat. You didn’t care though, you were enraptured in the feeling of him inside of you, in the echoing sounds of his skin slapping against your skin and his guttural grunts every time he drove into you.

Reality was you’d imagined this moment many many times in your head before but nothing, none of your dreams or your wildest fantasies could’ve prepared you for how much better this felt in person.

There were goosebumps running rampant on your arms, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your moans and whimpers only increased in volume but you couldn’t help it.

“Harder—harder, please,” your nails drug into his back leaving bright red scratches behind.

“Harder,” he repeated that very word over and over, quickly moving to execute your request.

You felt all of the air being punched out of you everytime he buried himself deep in you, “Oh, yes, like that.”

Taehyung hugged your waist listing your lower half up from the mattress and continued slamming into you.

“I’m,” he thrust into you.

“—yours,”again.

“—to take,” again.

“Use me,” and again.

“Use me.”

You clenched around him continuously, your vision blurred and you felt waves of the scorching heat in the pit of your stomach burning brighter and hotter than they ever had that night until finally you let go.

Taehyung collapsed beside you, the two of you heaved in attempts to catch your breath.

“Fuck,” was all you said.

“Fuck, is right,” he laughed, “I’ll get a warm bath started for us.”

He placed a kiss on your forehead then one on your lips before disappearing into the bathroom.

Taehyung is your best friend but he is also the man who’s taken over your heart in a way that exceeds your platonic bond.

There were no labels attached to what the two of you were but you didn’t need them for now because you knew that Taehyung would always be there for you no matter what the situation looked like.

“Hey, are you ready to clean up?” he kneeled down next to the bed looking into your eyes.

“Of course.”

a/n: out of season au cause im a slow writter but i hope everyone had a good summer and is looking forward to the fall 🍂🍁🍃

what will you miss most about summer?

#for me its the random ice cream runs and afternoons at the beach on the weekends #bts #bts smut #bts reactions #bts imagines #taehyung smut #kim taehyung smut #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung imagine #taehyung drabble #tae smut

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b0nten · 3 months

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THE TASTE OF LOVE IS ON MY GUMS (I WANT TO DRINK YOUR TEARS AS MOUTHWASH)

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ suguru decides winter is your season, after all.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ this man has me tweaking so goddamn hard. you have no idea. lmao. suguru didn’t go crazy au, i used they/them pronouns for kirara. also y’all should lowkey listen to margaret by lana while reading this

“five minutes, everyone!” satoru’s voice echoes through the dimly-lit room, and you hear some people squeak and cheer.

your eyes flicker briefly to suguru, who’s standing right next to his best friend, and he catches you, eyes crinkling and a cherry blush on his face, probably thanks to the beer he drank as competition with the strongest sorcerer. satoru’s hand drapes around his neck, and he whispers something to him, enough for you not to hear from across the room, where you’re smoking your cigarette with shoko. you do, however, see the small punch your boyfriend gives the man, and chuckle, amused.

“mom, dad, let’s go!” the twins yell in unison, splitting, dragging you and suguru out by your arms, where everybody is.

yuta laughs as you’re pulled by him, almost stumbling over, and megumi and yuuji do too. nobara stands outside, waving her arms around in the air, next to maki, toge and panda, who’re doing just the same, firecrackers and fireworks in their hands.

the school is crowded, this year everyone — including the kyoto students and utahime — joined for new year’s. as you’re dragged outside, nanako’s grip slips from your arm, and her and mimiko leave you and suguru behind, opting to jump on the third years’ backs, and hakari and kirara abide without a word.

“i blame satoru for giving them so much energy.” suguru jokes and wraps an arm around your shoulders, beginning to walk forward. you laugh at him, because you think the same.

slowly, everyone gathers outside: shoko’s lighting another cigarette, nanami is fixing his tie while ino just stands next to him, freezing, after insisting his sheisty is enough to keep him warm, gojo’s pestering utahime and yuki is trying to calm choso after todo slipped a joke about itadori being his brother again. kusakabe’s exasperated as he sees panda and toge fool around with the soon-to-be explosions. yuta and maki are laughing, and nobara and the boys gathered next to nanako, mimiko and the third years.

miwa and kokichi stand somewhere, hand in hand, and momo gushes over them as kamo only sighs, and mai is absolutely resisting the urge to tease them. akari, like the big sister she is, is scolding arata for drinking beer, and ijichi, as always, is trying to calm her down.

suguru walks with you, a bit out front, holding you close. he thinks he couldn’t have had it any better — thank the heavens you were by his side through everything — when he looks at you like this, his heart swells with anticipation. you’re 27 and he is too. in a month, 28 will hit him in the guts. still, he can’t wait.

“two minutes!” yuuji exclaims, and everybody starts to gather closer together, you and the boy with plum blossoms in his eyes the only ones outside of the small brownian motion happening behind. the pink-haired first-year tries to run forward, but megumi, hakari and yuta grip him by his hood.

“don’t, just wait.” they all say in unison, and nanako, mimiko, tsumiki, nobara and maki exchange looks, brows quirked up. the twins slide from their senpais’ backs back down, and move closer to the rest of the group.

everyone’s together.

everyone’s happy.

the moments fly by easily. fireworks start to bloom in the sky. the temples of the school are covered in snow, but the ground has been cleared, thanks to the amazing boys who made your high school years feel like nothing short of the worlds longest rollercoaster.

“five!” noritoshi finally yells.

you looks at suguru with a loving look in your eyes. his bun’s a bit disheveled, but you don’t mind.

“four!” yuki says next.

a particularly beautiful explosion catches your attention, and the boy lets you slip from his hold to step forward.

“three!” todo announces.

suguru’s heart is about to burst, he looks at his two best friends: wide grins on their shameless faces.

his hand travels to his pocket, and he slides something out. music’s blaring in the background from the empty room from inside, but he can only hear the echo of his heartbeat in his ears.

“two!” the kyoto girls yell excitedly.

you’re still with your back to him. he gets down on his knee.

throughout the heavens and the earth, please, god, let him be the honored one.

“one!” the tokyo kids yell.

everybody gasps, and pyrotechnics burn in the sky.

the twins are crying in the background, silently — their mom and dad are getting married — and megumi holds mimiko so close he thinks the air might leave her lungs. tsumiki’s looking at you two with the sweetest smile. toge’s arm is slung tightly around nanako’s shoulder.

“mentaiko.”

“choke.” nanako says back with a small laugh, and the blond flicks her forehead.

panda pats her head, and lets out an amused chuckle.

kirara can’t believe what they’re seeing. they side-eye kinji, who just stands there looking smug, and next to him, yuta smiles, and thinks he might let rika out to see this too, because after all, she somehow liked you from the beginning.

yuki pats choso’s shoulder, the poor cursed womb is crying. nanami looks at his favorite senior, and shoko tries to blink back tears, but utahime knows better, so she hugs her. satoru’s tears are burning through his sclera, but his glasses are good enough to hide them.

you turn around, right when the clock strikes midnight. a big smile is on your face, and then your hands cover your mouth in shock and disbelief and everything that feels like the shoujo mangas suguru laughed at you for liking.

“suguru?” you sniffle, and feel a tear fall from your eye unexpectedly.

he matches you, and one falls on his face too. it drags down on his right side, contouring his chiseled face. when it reaches the jawline, it falls.

“i love you, sweetheart.”

his throat almost constricts, his spine is tingling, another ten tears fall from his eyes as you nod, your own washing down your cheeks. another ten years is all he wants with you, and many more if that’s not too much to ask for.

“marry me, y/n.” his words are heavy, full of love, they peel you open, and lick your soul.

“yes.”

another sniffle, and he gets up, and lifts you up in his embrace. he kisses you like he wasn’t by your side for the last decade.

shibuya in winter doesn’t compare to this.

everyone’s cheering in the background, and panda lights his fireworks too. now you hear mimiko’s and nanako’s happy cries, and kirara’s bowling their eyes out next to kinji — you truly babied them too much, but you’ll still never admit — and megumi and tsumiki look at each other tenderly, boy’s head rested over your daughter’s. two of the people that raised them are now in front of them, and it’s not as if they didn’t know you loved each other, they just can’t believe they were allowed to see this moment.

yuuji and nobara are holding onto each other for dear life as they’re whimpering, and maki and mai shoot each other a happy look. kamo’s eyes dart open, and miwa’s muffling her sobs, her boyfriend right besides her, pinching her cheeks. momo feels her heart clench with so much happiness, and looks to the side, seeing utahime get all teary-eyed. todo’s clutching his necklace.

“finally…” satoru sighs, and nanami punches his shoulder, a ghost of a tear disappearing on the back of his hand.

suguru’s arm hooks under the back of your knees, and he turns around, with you in his hold, bridal style. teenage smiles on your faces: your hand is stretched out front, pink morganite and aquamarine shining in the moonlight.

“happy new year, everyone!” your fiancé cheers, and throws you in the air, above. a flash — shoko’s ancient polariod camera, and everyone comes rushing forward.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #suguru geto #suguru geto x y/n #suguru geto x you #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto x reader #geto suguru fanfiction #geto suguru fluff #geto suguru headcanons #suguru geto headcanons

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phoenix--flying · 1 year

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fluffy lil dabihawks and toga oneshot bc i was bored? yes

#happy todo fam au #todoroki touya #takami keigo #toga himiko #bnha #mha #pro hero dabi #dabi mha #hawks mha #dabihawks #toukei #phoenix fics

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feelmyskinonyourskin · 8 months

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What You've Heard [Bodyguard AU Trope]

Pairing: Billy Russo x AFAB Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Bodyguard AU alternate universe 1. Character A is tasked with keeping Character B safe. Feelings, or at the very least sexual tension gets involved "Billy Russo is your bodyguard, hired by your diplomat father. You hate him and he hates you but still, you end up in bed with him."

Warnings: SMUT/18+ (don’t interact if your age is not in your bio). No use of Y/N. Dom/sub dynamics, Oral (M receiving), Use of toys (vibrator), Mutual masturbation, Pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), Light choking, Pussy spanking, P in V, Creampie, No aftercare.

WC: 2,800

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“You are such a goddamn spoiled brat.”

“Oh shut it Russo, you’re the one ruining my evening and my life!”

Billy was right behind you as you climbed the stairs two at a time, holding the skirt of your sequin evening gown practically up your thighs in order to avoid tripping. You just wanted to be as far away from Billy as quickly as possible.

“Believe me baby, if I could be anywhere else in the world right now I would be, but your daddy is paying me too much money to keep you safe, which is what I was trying to do. I’m sorry it made you a little…testy.”

You rolled your eyes and spun around on the spot at the top of the ornate staircase in your penthouse apartment. Billy stood on the last stair, allowing you to be face to face with him, making close eye contact to make sure he got the message.

“Testy? Really? I’m working the room at a charity event and you deem some handsome well-todo dangerous enough to pull me out of there prematurely and ruin my night and expect me to not be testy?!” you shouted in his face

“Okay. Maybe he wasn’t dangerous. Maybe I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

Even during a heated argument, Billy had the ability to remain eerily calm and even-toned which just irked your irritation at him even more.

“Don’t you dare tell me you were jealous, Russo.”

“Not jealous, just doing my job.” he replied “You know, you dignitaries' daughters are all the same. Full of yourselves. Assuming everyone is always so charmed by you. So happy to just be in your presence. Assuming everyone just wants to fuck you.”

“Pfft. Maybe they do. Just admit it, Russo, you do too.”

“What if I do? Huh Princess? You gonna do anything about it or just keep running that pretty fucking mouth of yours?”

You don’t know why you did it. You knew he was just trying to rile you up. To upset you into stomping off and cursing him out under your breath for the rest of the night. But you were so sick of him winning every single time the two of you butted heads. Which was a lot. And in that second, your brain told you it was the only thing that would shut him up and actually give you the upper hand for once. So you did it. You pulled him in by the lapel of his suit jacket and kissed him.

For as hard as your lips were planted against his, it was a surprisingly tender and soft kiss.

After the initial moment of shock wore off, Billy reached forward to place a hand on your waist, His tongue traced the crevice between your lips, inviting himself in further. Oh god, was Billy actually kissing you back?

You pulled away as soon as you realized it, meeting his dark gaze. The corridor echoed with silence as the two of you stared each other down.

“Billy, I…”

“Bedroom. Now.” he commanded with a raise of his brows and a nod towards the hallway.

“I.. wait what?”

“Do not. I know you heard me.”

But still, you weren’t sure what was going through his head. Was he telling you to go to your room because he was angry and sending you to time out like a misbehaved toddler? So filled with lust that he couldn’t control himself in your presence a moment longer and wanted you far away so he didn’t give in to it? Asking you to go to the bedroom so he could meet you there and continue this?

Processing words had never been this difficult as you remained rooted in your spot at the top of the stairs. He answered your unspoken question, lunging forward to lift the skirt of your gown up your thighs so he could pick you up in his arms, wrap your legs around his waist and resumed kissing you deeply.

He practically threw you on the bed, taking a step back as you bounced and looked down with his lust filled eyes.

“You know princess, as much money as your daddy spent on this place, it sure does have thin walls.”

“What?”

“Any time you bring one of those air-headed, spoiled boys around here when I’m on night duty, I can hear everything.”

“You… you can?”

“Yes. Every moan, every whimper. You know, you’re not that good at faking it.”

“How do you know I’m faking it?”

“You see, the walls are so thin, that I can hear everything on the nights you have company… and the nights you don’t.”

You looked up at him, confused. He took a step to his left, reaching out and opening up your nightstand drawer and held out your favorite vibrator in front of you.

“So, I know what you sound like when you really are coming and when you’re just playing along so some rich asshole’s feelings won’t get hurt.”

“So?”

“So, if I hear you fake it tonight, I’ll know. And you better not. Now come on, stand up and let me get that dress off of you.”

“Billy, I…”

He just raised his eyebrows and you obeyed, standing and facing away from him. As one hand worked the zipper down your back, the other was caressing, roaming up and down your arm and the curve of your waist. His lips soon found your neck, licking and sucking as your dress slid down your body and pooled on the floor around your feet.

Billy continued to press sloppy kisses into your neck and down your shoulder as his left hand crept around to your front, reaching between the delicate lace of your bra and skin to find your nipple. His fingers worked it, pinching and pulling lightly to elicit a moan from you, before squeezing your entire breast in his hand.

Meanwhile, his right hand moved downward, toying with the top of your panties as he kneeded your chest, only moving onward once you were pliably moaning in his arms. He stroked you over your panties a few times

“Already soaked for me. I know you’ve wanted me since your daddy first hired me and you laid those pretty eyes on me. But I didn’t know just how high and dry I was leaving you. Tell me, you ever think about me on those lonely nights while you’re using that thing?” he nodded toward the vibrator he left laying on the bed

You nodded in response, grinding your crotch down against his hand, hoping to feel some more friction in relief.

“What was that? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes Billy.”

“Yes what?” He slid his hand down your panties, hovering his fingers over your sensitive bud while he waited for your response.

“Yes –Oh god. Yes, I’ve thought about you when I touch myself.”

“Good girl.”

Finally, he began working his fingers against your clit, rubbing slow languous circles to tease and work you up.

“Oh god Billy.” you threw your head back against his chest as he picked up the pace

“Damnit, you sound so pretty moaning my name.” he growled in your ear “Tell me something…”

“Mmm yeah?”

“When you’re thinking about me, late at night, what are you thinking about?”

“Billy… I”

“C’mon now baby, don’t get all shy on me. Remember, I’ve heard you before. And I know you’re not shy with those other guys. So tell me. What have you thought about me?”

“Your… your hands Billy. Touching me just like this.”

“And?”

“And your mouth, all over me.”

“And?”

“And me, on my knees f – for you.”

“Well, I’m not about to stop you. Go ahead, if that’s what you want.”

You slowly turned to face him as he licked his lips into a smirk across his perfect face. Damn him and that cocky grin. If you weren't so desperately needy for him right now, you’d smack it right off his stupidly beautiful face.

Instead, you obeyed, taking your time to drop to your knees in supplication before him. You drew out the reach forward of your hands towards his thighs in an attempt to regain some control over him, to punish him just a little for how easily he was bending you to his will right now.

His lust was obvious, straining against his perfectly tailored dress pants right in front of your face. You rubbed his clothed bulge a few times before finally bringing him some relief and freeing him from his pants.

Grasping him firmly, you gave him a few long strokes that made his eyes squeeze shut. They snapped open and met yours though when you wrapped your lips around him and took his cock down your throat in one swift motion.

“Damnit princess, I knew that smart mouth of yours could do a lot but this, I think, is a much better use of it, don’t you?”

You pulled back to say something smart-alicky, but he pushed you back down on his length via a hand placed at the base of your skull, before you could retort, keeping you in line just how he wanted you.

He grunted as he continued to hit the back of your throat. Just as suddenly as he made the noise, it disappeared. His quiet observance of your obedience resumed, the wet sounds of you sucking him off the only other noises in the room.

His pace slowed, no longer guiding your skull in a steady rhythm as his pleasure caught up to him. Your throat became an anchor point for him to push you off before he could finish, his long fingers giving you just enough pressure to want more.

“Show me.” he finally spoke

“What?”

He reached for the vibrator once more and held it out in front of you.

“Show me. Exactly how you touch yourself when you think of me.” he commanded

You felt the heat pooling in your cheeks as you took it from his hand and rose your feet.

His suit jacket found a home in the chair in the corner, followed by his tie, while you also rid yourself of the remaining pieces of fabric barely keeping you concealed from his gaze. Now totally bare except for the strappy pair of heels on your feet, you laid back on the bed and guided the toy between your spread legs. Keenly aware of just how closely his stare followed you while you moved, you pressed the button to turn it on to the lowest setting, letting the humming vibrations tickle your most sensitive area.

You squeezed your eyes shut as the pleasure began to build.

“Uh uh. Eyes on me.” he instructed

You opened your eyes to meet his piercing stare, now feeling even more vulnerable in front of him as you brought your other hand between your thighs, keeping the vibrator on your clit and pushing two fingers into your pussy. Pumping them in and out slowly in order to work yourself and him up, you noticed how he lurched forward, as if to help. But only for a split second before he was upright, facade of a man in charge back in tact while he reached down and began to fist his own cock.

“Tell me, pretty girl, what else do you think about me doing to you?”

“I think – Oh god. I think about riding you. How good… it’d feel.

Billy had a difficult time deciding where to focus his attention - the way your pussy looked so pretty being spread open and fucked by your fingers, the ethereal way your face looked as you brought yourself to ecstasy, or how intently your eyes met his, growing desperation to cum swirling behind them.

“I can’t decide princess, if I want to watch you finish like this, or make you be good and wait until my cock is inside you.”

You stifled back a beg and simply whimpered at his conundrum. You both knew what you really wanted was for him to fuck you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to beg for it. Not yet. Begging for it would be the ultimate victory for him and he’d never give you another inch of resistance against him as your bodyguard without bringing it up.

Just as you thought you were going to come apart, Billy reached forward and pulled your hand away, the vibrator whiring in the air as your pussy clenched around your fingers, desperate for the release he denied you. You wanted to cry. You also wanted to cum.

“Did I give you permission to cum?” he asked

“Pfft. I need your permission now?” you sassed back

Whack.

His large hand came down in a swift swat to your pussy, the stinging sensation sent a jolt through your already sensitive bud, causing you to clench around your fingers once more.

“Yes. You do. Since I can’t get you to listen to me out there” he nodded towards the door, an action which brought your mind temporarily back to the situation at hand. You were laying naked in bed, about to beg the head of your private security detail to fuck you senssless. A man you loathed and we’re stuck with for the foreseeable future. No way this could end poorly.

“I might as well make you listen in here. Understand?”

His voice brought you back into the moment and your desire won the game of tug of war against your brain. You nodded in response.

Whack.

“What was that?”

“Yes Billy.”

“Good girl.”

You removed your fingers and turned off the vibrator, looking up at him with the most doe-like eyes you could give, waiting for his instructions.

“You think about riding me? Okay, I’ll give you what you want this time, but don’t get used to it.” he said as he climbed on the bed beside you.

Tugging at your waist, he guided you to hover over him. In another moment of trying to show him you still had some control in this situation, you swirled your hips a few times, running his length through your now soaking folds.

He caught on to you right away, fingers pushing into your hips hard enough to ache in order to stop you from being able to move at all.

“Easy sweetheart.” he warned

He took it slowly, once he finally released a hand and guided himself inside you, allowing you to adjust to every inch before pushing further.

Billy studied your face as you oriented yourself on his cock and once he was satisfied with how your eyes pinched shut in pleasure and your lips remained slightly parted in anticipation, he began to rock you. With less of a death grip this time, his hands moved your hips back and forth, until the two of you got in a rhythm and you took over.

“You know sweetheart, after listening to you all those nights, it’s nice to see just how pretty you look getting fucked. I knew you would.”

“Mmmm Billy.”

“I knew it would sound just as pretty when you moaned my name too. Go ahead, let me hear it again.”

“Oh god– Billy.” you whined again, feeling the nirvana of him all the way through your body.

You brought your hands to his chest to steady yourself as he began to thrust upward and meet your tempo, taut muscle under your fingertips like heated marble.

Every thrust, every slap of sweaty skin, every grunt from his smug fucking mouth had you careening closer and closer to your edge.

“Billy– please. Please Billy, may I cum?”

‘Yeah princess, go ahead. Let me feel it…”

That was all it took for you to release, crying out over and over as you came undone, his name a symphony spilling from your lips.

Billy wasn’t far behind you, the way his face contorted a rare moment of vulnerability from him. He spilled inside you with a silent sigh then stilled beneath you.

Only for a moment though, until the mental fog cleared and his eyes met yours. A dark abyss. But not in the lascivious way they were earlier, in a way that felt vacant and void.

And the next thing you knew, you were flat on your back in the bed and he was getting dressed in the corner of the room.

“I’m going to make my rounds. Do all my safety checks for the night.”

He left you without another word as he walked into the hall and closed the bedroom door behind him.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #the punisher #ben barnes #nmcu #billy russo imagine #x reader #trope de sept #bodyguard au #au #trope

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pedrifsx · 9 months

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feliz cumpleaños - pablo. g

summary ; in which, a congratulations to another year of life on instagram.

warning ; social media au

drea’s notes ; a birthday special to the golden boy. way too cute.

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ynelizabethg happy happy birthday pablitooooooooooooo. see you soon!!!!!

pablogavi gracias coneja 😛

pablogvf who’s here in 2023

> user1 meeee

august 5th, 2020.

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ynelizabethg happy birthday mi amor, could not imagine life without you❤️

pablogavi mucho gracias, coneja❤️

pedri ayayay chica amante

> ynelizabethg alguien que nunca tendrías😋

> pablogavi Esa es mi chica😂

> pedri matón

august 5th, 2021.

ynelizabethg

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ynelizabethg happy birthday happy birthday, te quiero mucho🩷

pablogavi te quiero coneja💞

pedri shouldn't be drinking at this age

> ynelizabethg it was a mocktail genius

user they are sooo cute tgt

august 5th, 2022.

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ynelizabethg a trip to hawaii, an engagement and a two month old. the perfect way to sum up 18, huh? mia off the internet for a month or two and people think I'm cheating on you😂 nonetheless i love you the most. sososososo much, you're my favourite always and forever. feliz cumpleanõs papiiiiii❤️

pablogavi Mi chica favorita. Te quiero a ti y a Santiago mucho coneja🩷

pedri don't know how pablito kept santi a secret for eleven months. feliz cumpleanõs hermano❤️

> pablogavi Te amo de todos modos hermano

#pablo gavi #smut #football #pablo gavi x you #fc barcelona #football imagine #football fluff #pablo gavi fluff

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hvaneyflowers · 4 months

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Italian Girl

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Carlos Sainz Jr. x femOriginaCharacter! fashioninfluencer!

Instagram au ---- Part 4

Carlos and Francesca love story continues, but some people can't get over the fact he chose her to be his wife.

francescadistefano_official

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francescadistefano_official: First time in the paddock and my love won!!!! Love you, baby! You deserved it! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#forzaferrari #bestdriverintheworld #smoothoperator

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carlossainz55: My lucky charm! Ti amo, amore mio❤️

francescadistefano_official: ❤️

f1wags: New wag alert!!! Welcome to the F1 world!

scuderiaferrari: Welcome to our house, Mrs. Sainz! An honor to had you there!

f1: Carlos' new lucky charm! Welcome to the F1, Mrs. Sainz. Hope to see you around🔥

carlossainzfans: I don't know how, but you looked more beautiful than ever!

username6: Why everyone is saying she was Carlos' lucky charm?

username89: why? Maybe because he said it🙄

username75: it's sad to see how Carlos career and talent is putting behind. Guys, she's not a lucky charm.

username3: nobody it's putting Carlos' talent behind. You're the only one saying that.

username5: Grow up! don't you want?

francescadistefanofans: Beautiful as always, my queen!! Congratulations to Carlos!!

username54: can I say they're my parents, now? They both are totally on 🔥

username09: I know!!! Hot couple!

username12: they both are so good-looking that it hurts!

username45: why am I seeing so much hate comments here? What she has done to deserve this?

username23: married one of the most famous and hottest F1 drivers.

username90: So, nothing.

username888: being a homewrecker.

francescadistefanofans: she's not a homewrecker.

username65: I bet you don't know anything about races or cars.

francescadistefanofans: she married a Formula 1 driver, believe me, she'll know from the best.

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scuderiaferrari: Our smooth operator won in Singapore!!! And we met Mrs. Sainz for the first time!

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carlossainz55: VAMOS EQUIPO! 🏁🔴

francescadistefano_official: 🇮🇹

username1: LET'S GOOOO!!!

username88: LET'S GO FOR MOREEEEE!!!! #FORZA FERRARI

username11: #FORZA FERRARI

username55: what a race!! Congratulations Carlos!!!

username677: Congratulations Carlos!!!

username444: Yes!!! Smooth operatooooor!

username111: no Ferrari putting more attention on Carlos' supposed wife than on him.

username77: Incredible race! One of the best so far! Congratulations!!

ferrarifans5: Yes! We're on the top again!!!!

carlossainzfans: SMOOTH OPERATOOOOOR!!! ❤️🇮🇹

username33: Yes!! Congrats Carlos!! (please, we don't need to see her again. Get back with Isa)

username6778: I know!!! They were amazing together!! Get back!!!

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carlossainz55: What a race! Winning in Singapore was amazing! Thank you @.scuderiaferrari and my lucky charm, amore mio, @.francescadistefano_official! FORZA FERRARI! We're coming for more!

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francescadistefano_official: You're amazing, mi amor!!!! Love you to the moon and back!! ❤️

carlossainz55: Love you, too, amore mio!! ❤️

anasainzvdc: Felicidades hermano!!! Te lo mereces mucho!!! Los esperamos a los dos en casa para celebrar!! ❤️ / Congrats brother!! You deserve it a lot! Waiting for you both to celebrate! ❤️

francescadistefano_official: See you soon, sis! ❤️

username77: Congrats Carlos!! Well deserved!

charles_leclerc: Well deserved, my friend!!! 🇮🇹

maxverstappen1: Congrats!!

fernandoalo_oficial: Felicidades, Carlos! Que gran felicidad ver y oír el himno de España de nuevo! Vamos con todo cabrón! /Congratulations, Carlos! So happy to see and listen Spain's athem again! Let's go with everything, cabrón!

username98: Your lucky charm is a homewrecker.

username88: It takes two to tango...

username888: Congrats Carlos!!! Your lucky charm is so beautiful!!

blancasainzvdc: Felicidades hermanito!!! Muy feliz por ti!! Te amo ❤️ / Congrats little brother! So happy for you! I love you❤️

username666: Congratulations Carlos!! Well deserved!

username12: SMOOTH OPERATOOOOOR!!!

username668: putting Spain's name on the top! Congrats!!

username5: when will you divorce her? I don't like her for you.

username68: so sad he doesn't care for your opinion.

username90: So cute couple! Congrats!!

username500: She's definitely your lucky charm!

username743: #homewrecker

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francescadistefano_official: The man of my dreams❤️ He's truly a Smooth Operator!

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francescadistefanofans: So lovely couple!! Love you both!

username77: Mom and dad!!

username44: So hot🔥

carlossainzfans: sexy Carlos! 🔥 Please, post more photos of him without shirt!

username33: and without you!

username123: why didn't he comment 'I love you'?

username9: maybe because he didn't want to.

username90: #homewrecker

username3: it's funny to read how people are angry at this couple when they clearly don't care and are so happy.

username45: they're sad people wanting to put them down.

username6: both of you are so sexy!!

username7: Officially, I'm obsessed with this couple!

username2: You look so good together! Please, don't break up.

username33: break up, please!

username3: I'll make an account for you guys! You deserve it.

carlossainzfans: following you ASAP!

francescadistefanofans: same!

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carlossainz55: The girl of my dreams❤️

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username5: So cute!!!

anasainzvdc: My bro and sis! ❤️

username8: So beautiful couple!

username6: My favorite couple!!!

username33: can you please stop posting photographs of her?

carlossainzfans: if you don't like them, don't see them.

username10: why are you here then?

username588: 🔥🔥

charles_leclerc: So happy to see you happy!!

username35: the Ferrari boys don't have taste in women.

username654: because you're clearly better than her.

username48: Fav couple!!! 🔥

username678: I need you to have your bachelor party as Lando said!

username60: Yes! That would be awesome!

username560: @.carlossainz55 please!!!

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #carlos sainz #carlossainzsocialmediaau #carlos sainz jr #scuderia ferrari #ferrari

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