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lewisvinga · 3 months

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west coast | lewis hamilton x fem! reader

summary; y/n leaves lewis due to the feeling of being held back from consistently traveling to his races, only to realize how much she missed him.

warnings; mentions of drinking

notes; he’s so sexy , i know my goat is gonna look sexy asf in that ferrari red

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs

word count; 1.3k

‘born to die’ series masterlist.

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“I’m sorry, Lewis. It’s for the best and you know this.” Y/n wipes away the tears falling down her cheeks as she holds on tightly to her suitcase filled with her closeness.

Lewis lets out a disappointed sigh, nodding his head in agreement. He knew that she had to finish her degree which meant everything to her. But finishing her degree meant she couldn’t follow him around the world anymore. It meant that they needed to have a break.

“I know, it’s just…”

“Hard being away from each other.”

“Yeah.” He responds with a deep chuckle. “Honestly, I got this feeling like it all probably would’ve happened later if we waited more. Probably would’ve been worse.”

Y/n slowly nods her head in agreement, not trusting her voice to respond for her. She leans down to gently pet the top of Roscoe’s head. The dog seemed to know what was going on since he refused to leave her side.

She gives the dog one last pat on the head before standing back up, giving Lewis a sad smile. “I guess, it’s time for me to go. See you around then?”

“Yeah, see you ‘round.”

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“This isn’t your usual club.” Y/n mumbles as her best friend drags her into what she thought was a normal club. Y/b/f laughs, hooking her arm with the confused girl.

“It’s an exclusive club! Celebrities and big names only. And it’s L.A., there’s gonna be many people here.” Y/b/f explains with a smile. Due to being a well-known influencer, she was let in along with Y/n who had a known name due to a previous relationship.

“Now, drinks?”

“Y/b/f, I have to study for an exam all day tomorrow. No can do.”

“If you’re not drinkin’, then you’re not playin’!” Y/b/f exclaims over the loud music as they make their way to the bar. “C’mon, I know you’ve got the music in you. Don’t you?” She adds with a smile.

Y/n let out a sigh before a smile crept up on her lips. “Just one drink, Y/n. Just one.” She knew that it wouldn’t be just one. She knew that she’d wake up with a hangover but it was Los Angeles, she couldn’t miss the chance to party in Los Angeles.

“Perfect!”

2 hours later, Y/n was already drunk and returning from the bathroom. She was stumbling out of the bathroom and was suddenly met with a familiar scent. She sobered a bit when she glanced up and saw those big brown eyes that she once and still adored.

She could feel herself heating up from seeing him a couple of months after breaking up with him. Her skin was basically hot to the touch. “Lew-Lewis.” She says with wide eyes, still tipsy.

“Y/n…” Lewis says in a soft tone. He was quickly as shocked, as seen by the way his eyebrows were raised up high. “H-How have you been?”

“Uhm, great!” She quickly says, standing up straight and fixing her short dress. “Was able to take enough classes this semester to graduate. Actually- you didn’t ask that. Ignore that. I- How about you?” The alcohol in her system made her rant a bit but it made him let out his signature laugh.

“I’ve been great too actually.” He replies with a smile, nodding his head. She noticed how his hair was styled differently. He opted for dark brown braids as opposed to the honey brown, a color she suggested a couple weeks before splitting.

“Your hair…” Y/n trails off, “It looks really nice.”

“Thank you. I mean, you suggested it so I decided to try it out.”

She smiles and nods before a silence falls over them. They both wanted to say something else but couldn’t figure out what to say. Although she was just months away from graduating, her heart still longed for him. And even if girls were constantly throwing themselves at him, he only wanted her.

“Y/n, I miss you.”

Panic fills her mind as she hears the words she has been wanting to hear. She wants to say that she missed him so much but something keeps her really quiet. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s still tipsy and wants to get drunk like she’s a lush. But in a panic, she blurts out, “Gotta go! Y/b/f is calling me!”

She turns around and runs back to where her best friend is sitting in a panic and with wide eyes. She sat down next to her and covered her face with her hands. Y/b/f was talking to an athlete when she noticed her friend's panicked look.

“What's wrong?” She immediately asked, focusing more on her best friend than the guy beside her.

“Lewis is here,” Y/n says with a sigh, grabbing Y/b/f’s drink and taking a long sip. “I need a drink, come with me.” She added, standing back up and grabbing her friend's arm, dragging her to the bar.

Another hour had passed and the club was getting hot. A little too hot for Y/n’s liking. She could feel her blown-out hair starting to frizz up, her mascara was slightly smudged in the corner of her eyes, and she felt hotter than fire. She needed to go outside.

Fortunately, she noticed a balcony outside before entering the club. So, she followed a set of stairs by the bathroom which led right to the grand balcony. There were a few people there, some with drinks and some with parliaments on fire in hand.

Before she could open the door, her eyes landed on once again, a familiar set of crinkled brown eyes and a wide smile. Her once sweet boy swayed along to the music. Maybe it was the fact she had more alcohol in her system, but she wanted to go up to him.

Y/n takes a deep breath and opens the door leading to the balcony. She didn’t realize how hard she had opened it until she saw him look right at her. The person he was talking to backed away, immediately recognizing her.

She slowly walks over to him, her heels clicking along. “Lewis.” She quietly says once she stood in front of him. He stood up straighter as his eyes furrowed up in confusion.

“Y/n-“

“I miss you too.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I mean, yeah, but you made me panic when you said that,” Y/n sighs, fiddling with the gold rings on her finger. “And now I’ve had a lot more to drink and it gave me the courage to and I know it’s stupid. Missing you when I was the one to end things for my studies, which have been going well anyway. I’m about to graduate and I still miss you, Lewis. I thought that my desire was to settle down to finish my degree but it wasn’t. It’s you I desire.”

Silence fell over them for a minute. She immediately began to regret everything she said. The regret caused her to sober up again. She opened her mouth to apologize but before she could, Lewis pulled her closer by her waist and kissed her plump lips.

Her arms immediately wrapped around his neck as she pulled him closer, finally getting what she wanted, what they both wanted. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against hers and keeps his hands on her waist.

“Come back to me, love.”

“Lewis, I’ll go running back to you any day.”

Lewis lets out a breathy chuckle before leaning back a bit. He wore a smile so wide that he couldn’t even bother trying to contain it. “How about we get out of here?”

Y/n’s smile matched his as she nodded in response. “I like that.” She whispers, grasping his hand. Looks like down on the West Coast, things will actually turn out alright.

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vibraniumavenger · 7 days

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Collision

TW/CW: Car accident, injuries.

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Diaz!Reader

You smiled to yourself as you walked beside Christopher, your nephew. You had watched him in the morning while your brother was working, and Carla was attending an appointment. You didn’t mind though, you absolutely adored him, and he enjoyed spending time with you.

You had an hour to kill before dropping him off to Carla, and heading off to work yourself, so you decided to swing by the station to have lunch with the team. It was quiet when you arrived, indicating the team were on a call. You took it upon yourself to make lunch for everybody, knowing it would be a relief to them when they got back. Chris was sat at the table on his tablet, in a world of his own, allowing you to focus on the food. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as the sound of the shutters opening filled the station followed by heavy boots thudding against the floor as each firefighter jumped out of the truck. The footsteps got closer, the faint smell of smoke mixed with a familiar aftershave filled your nostrils and you instinctively lean back into the body that is now behind you as arms snake around your waist. “Isn’t this a nice surprise?”

You turn towards the voice, and smile, “Apparently, I can’t seem to stay away.” You lean up to kiss Buck, causing Chris to pull a disgusted face. This seemed to amuse Buck, and he kissed you again. Eddie appeared in the kitchen, and made his way over to his son, visibly happy to see him. “Come on guys, get a room.” You rolled your eyes playfully at your brothers comment, and pulled away from Buck.

You dished up the food for the team and took a seat, eager to hear about the call they had just been on. You listened intently as you ate, your complete focus on Buck as he spoke passionately about the call. Your heart warmed as you watched his face light up, he loved how much you genuinely enjoyed hearing about the calls, and how his day had gone. Chimney was the next to speak up, “It was a good call, except the part where Buck was playing hero and nearly got himself killed.” Bucks eyes widened and he turned to look at Chimney, giving him a look that immediately stopped him talking. Chimney, trying to help, began speaking again, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn’t any more dangerous than a simple call, the risk is always there. Besides, it was probably one of the safer times Buck tried to save the day, you should’ve seen him on the call last week.”

“Chim, stop talking.” Buck, who was now visibly on the spot, turned to face you. He studied your face, working out how to approach this. He opened his mouth to reassure you, but you beat him to it, “I thought we spoke about this…” Buck knew you understood that no day was guaranteed, and that saving people on calls was something he would always try to do, even if it put him at risk. He also knew that he had a habit of jumping the gun and putting himself in dangerous situations without thinking it through. “I’m sorry…”

You checked your watch, and stood up. “I just wish you’d be more careful, Buck.” Chris stood up and hugged Eddie goodbye, and you did the same. “Later bro.” You said goodbye to the team and walked back to the car with Chris by your side. The breeze hit you, and you took a deep breath. Maybe you were overreacting, maybe not but you just needed a moment. You helped Chris into the car and got in yourself, turning on the radio. The short ride to Carlas mostly consisted of Chris laughing as you sang along to the music, and the occasional conversation when Chris wasn’t overly engrossed in his phone. Carla was there to greet you when you pulled up on her drive, Chris was extremely excited and practically jumped out of the car to hug her. Carla gave you a hug, “Y/N, it’s so good to see you!” You smiled and hugged back, “It’s been a while, huh? Life has been hectic.” Carla laughs at this, “You’re telling me, your brother told me all about you and Buck. Moving in together? That’s a big step!”

“We were practically living together anyway, and if I’m being honest, Eddie is probably just relieved to have his couch back. I was starting to get on his nerves.” You explained to Carla, and she chuckled. “Well, I wish you all the best. I’m gonna get Chris inside, and I’ll let you run off to work. It was lovely seeing you.” You hug Chris goodbye and bid farewell to Carla before getting into your car and beginning your journey to your place of work. In front of you, the amber light turned to red and you stopped. You could see that traffic was beginning to build up on the other side of the junction, and you didn’t want to be late. You sighed, and made the decision to take an alternate route, so when the light turned green, you indicated and pulled out to begin taking your turning. You let out a sudden gasp before you could even properly register the car coming towards you. All you could do was attempt to brace for the impact, and so you did.

A loud crunching sound surrounded you, followed by the feeling of being thrown as your car was barrelled into. You closed your eyes tightly, scared of what was next. You didn’t have the courage to open them again until the car steadied. The first thing you could see was the airbag in front of you, despite not feeling it deploy moments before. You could smell the burning of the tyres, outside of the car, you could hear the panicked voices of bystanders, but all you could focus on was the blood that was now spread across your arms, unsure of where it was actually coming from. You weren’t in pain, at least you couldn’t feel any in that moment. Is that what shock feels like? You couldn’t think, but your eyes got heavy and you fought your hardest not to succumb to the darkness.

Back at the station, the call was only just coming in. The alarm blared throughout the station, alerting the team to the call. They were quick to jump into action, grabbing their gear and piling themselves into their assigned trucks. Eddie and Buck sat beside each other, speaking casually between themselves about what had happened earlier. “Just give her some time, she’ll come around. For her, two of the people she loves most are at risk everyday, you’ve gotta imagine it can’t be easy. It’s a risky job as it is, and when you put yourself into riskier situations without needing to, it decreases the chance of making it home at the end. She’s scared. Just talk to her.” Eddie attempted to reassure Buck, who was feeling terrible. He couldn’t shake the image of your face from his mind, the face that showed disappointment in his actions. Before Buck could respond, the truck halted and the team jumped out, ready to give help where needed. Buck stopped in his tracks as an all too familiar car was crushed before him. He tried not to panic, hoping that his suspicions were wrong. His eyes flicked to the number plate and his heart stopped. His feet were moving before his mind could catch up. He shouted your name, drawing Eddies attention. It took Eddie a few seconds to process what was happening. You had not long left the station, it couldn’t possibly be you. Right?

Buck arrived to your car first, nausea washed over him as he caught sight of your injured body. “Y/N? Hey, it’s me. I’m here.” You weren’t completely aware of what was happening, your eyes opened with a struggle. Your movements were weak as you turned your head to look at him. “Buck?” You spoke quietly, not completely aware of the situation at hand. “Don’t move, try and keep still.” He tried to remain as calm as he could, he didn’t want to scare you any more, he was terrified himself. Eddie ran right over to the car, his heart racing as he feared what he would find. His first instinct was to check the back seat, relief finally washing over him as he saw no sign of Christopher. Still, he needed to make sure, “Y/N, was Chris in the car?”

You shook your head, “Carlas.” Eddie felt a weight off his shoulders, knowing his son was safe. The weight soon came back when he saw the condition you were in. Your eyes rolled back, and you fell into unconsciousness. Bobby was running the scene, assigning Hen and Chim to medically assist you, and he grabbed the gear to support Buck and Eddie in freeing you from the car. Buck didn’t want to let go of your hand, but he knew he had to in order to get you out sooner. The team worked tirelessly, ensuring to be as careful as possible. Bobby handed the halligan to Buck, “Buck, you focus on getting the doors open. Diaz, grab the saw and be on standby.”

Buck groaned as he tried to pry the doors open, with no results, “Roofs too dented Cap, I can’t get it open.” Bobby nodded, and turned to Eddie, “Saws it is. Get in there Diaz, Buck, you too.” The roof was off in no time, Hen and Chim jumped straight in and equipped you with a neck brace, and got the back board in place to move you. Hen checked your vitals quickly, trying to make sure you were steady enough to be moved. “I’ve got a faint pulse, we gotta move.” They moved you out of you car quickly, and transferred you to the ambulance. “Trauma to the abdomen, possible internal bleeding. I’ll let the hospital know we’re en route.” Buck jumps into the back of the ambulance with Chimney, and instantly takes your hand in his. Hen places herself into the drivers seat, putting the ambulance into 911 mode and begins the journey as fast as she can to the nearest hospital.

Buck hated seeing you like this. He was filled with anxiety, the nausea constantly there as he studied your visible injuries. His heart sank with every second that went by, the more he thought about you laying there almost lifeless, expecting you to flatline any second now. “I’m sorry baby, we can’t leave things like this. I need you to get through this so I can apologise to you. I know I’m not the easiest person to love, and I also know that I’m the biggest pain in the ass, but I love you, and I need you. Please.” Buck sobbed as he held your hand tighter. Time seemed to be going extremely slow for Buck, yet moments later Hen was pulling up at the hospital. You were rushed in, Hen spewed all your information to the nurses as you were wheeled in and handed over. Buck, Hen and Chimney stood there as you were wheeled out of sight. One of the nurses stopped Buck from running after you, and he sat defeated in the waiting room. The rest of the team arrived soon after, Eddies face was similar to Bucks. Eddie spoke first, “Any update?” The lack of response from Buck had him on edge, fearing the worst. Luckily, Chimney filled the silence. “There’s no update, but no news it almost always good news.”

Eddie placed his hand on Bucks shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze before sitting down next to him. “How’re you holding up?” Buck didn’t look up, instead he kept his head in his hands. He couldn’t respond, he couldn’t trust his voice not to give out. His leg bounced anxiously, and despite not talking, his feelings were painfully obvious. Eddie could empathise, he knew exactly what was going through Bucks mind. It was happening to him too, but he concealed it as much as he could, knowing Buck needed him. “You know, each time we’re sat in these chairs, it never gets easier. You don’t have to talk, I get it. I think you should know that I’m right here for you, I understand. Y/N is going to be okay, that I have no doubt about. She’s my sister, and us Diaz’s, we don’t back down. We fight.” Eddie continues talking, and he’s not sure whether he’s trying to convince Buck or himself.

A few hours go by, and the team are waiting as patiently as they can for an update. Maddie had arrived some time ago, and was sat with Buck. She was not only there to support her brother, but also her brothers girlfriend, who Maddie had claimed as her best friend shortly after meeting her. Bobby hands a coffee to Buck and Eddie, who hadn’t moved from their seats since arriving. This changed moments later as a nurse approached, making them stand. Buck felt as if his legs were going to give way any second. The nurse cleared her throat, “She’s stable. She’s incredibly lucky to have made it out with the injuries she did, it could’ve been a lot worse. She’s awake, if you’d like to go see her.”

Buck didn’t stick around to hear whatever else the nurse had to say, he darted through the corridor until he got to your room. He stopped to take a deep breath, and stepped inside. He was scared to look at you, all he could picture was you covered in blood still. His head shot up as he heard a voice, your voice to be exact, “Buck?”

He was by your bedside in a blink of an eye, taking your hand in his. His eyes wandered over your body, taking in each of your injuries. His heart broke a little more with each one. He finally looked you in the eyes, and that’s when it hit him. His eyes filled up with tears, “Y/N…”

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m fine, see. I’m right here.” You gave his hand a squeeze, trying to give him the reassurance he needed. Buck took a seat close to your bed, your hand in his and against his lips. You move your hand up to his cheek and wipe his tears, Buck practically melted into your touch. “I really thought I had lost you.”

“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I need to apologise for my reaction earlier, that could’ve been our last conversation earlier and left without saying goodbye, or telling you how much I love you.”

Buck shook his head, “You have nothing to apologise for, I’m the one that owes you an apology. I’m sorry that I’m not more careful when I’m out on a call, I shouldn’t be that reckless. I’m sorry that I can’t promise to walk through that door every night, safe and unscathed. I can appreciate how you feel now, and I promise I’ll try my hardest to be more careful. I love you, and I don’t want you ever feeling anything close to what I’ve felt today.” You wince as you sit up, making Buck panic. You push through the pain, and pull Buck to you. “Come here.” He stands from his chair and leans down to kiss you quickly. He carefully moves your hair from your face, ensuring he doesn’t touch any of your cuts or bruises.

“I love you too, and even though I’m petrified that you won’t make it home one day, I trust that you’ll try everything in your power to make sure you do. I’m proud of you, Evan.” As you spoke, Buck smiled to himself. A sense of relief washed over him. Before he could respond, you continued. “So… does this mean I can finally get a new car now?”

Buck chuckled, “You’re a pain in the ass, Diaz.”

“Takes one to know one, Buck.”

A/N: So, I think I rewrote this like 10 times. Its been a while since I've done any writing, so please bare with me while I figure out my writing style again. Any criticism is welcome, I appreciate the feedback.

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soxcietyy · 2 months

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hii, can i req a older bf + soft dom yuuta please?

Biker Yuta

Age gap, soft dom, Yuta being fine af in general

It was almost every night, the exact time at 1:30 am where a loud bike would pass by your house. It was so loud that it would wake you up from the deep slumber you where in.

At first you didn't think much about it when you first moved into your new house but now its been months and you kept hearing that loud bike zoom by. At some point you grew tired of it and decided tonight was the night you would confront whoever this selfish individual was. There was tones of roads that person could go on and he decided your street was the one to travel on every night? Did this person not have a job?

Grabbing your coat you slip it on and walk out in your pajama’s that consisted on small shorts and a tanktop. Checking the time on your phone you noticed it was five minutes till one. Walking out the door you stand by the mailbox with your arms crossed. The passing cars probably thinking that you weren't fully right in the head. After a few minutes of standing there you could hear the loud bike from a distance.

How where you supposed to get this person attention? you had no clue but decided to find out once it was time. As the bike got louder you step into the middle of the road. When the vehicle came into view you had to shut your eyes from how bright there headlights. Using your hand to cover your eyes from the light you could feel two hands grab you and pulled you to the side. With a gasp you turn around to see them?!

What was the biker doing here? shouldn't he be the one...

before you could finish that though a car zoomed by extremely fast. Then it hit you, you could of almost died mistaking that car for the biker.

"what are you doing in the middle of the road like that? you could of gotten hurt." A male voice said from behind that helmet.

"I thought it was you!" you say grabbing you heart that almost popped out of your chest

"Me? either way you shouldnt be doing that. Arnt you supposed to be in bed at this time?" He asks as he sat you down on his bike.

"yea i actually am but a loud bike likes to go through my neighborhood, waking me and everyone else up! Do you know how much sleep iv lost because of you?" you say angrily.

grabbing his helmet with both hands he slowly takes it off and shakes his helmet hair before looking at you. "Im sorry I didn't know i was bothering people with my late night rides." he says. "Im usually coming out of work at that time and well this is the way I go to make it home.

"Well how about being more quiet? I would hate for us to have issues." You put your hand on your hip.

"Issues? Now I don’t think that’s necessary. How about I make it up to you?" He mocks you by putting his hand on his hip too.

"How will you make it up to me? Do you know how much beauty sleep iv lost because of you?" You quirk your brow.

"Well before I even give you an answer I need to know about you such as name and age."

"My name is y/n and I’m nineteen." You answer.

"Seven years apart mmh, well how about you let me relieve all that stress you got pent up? If you know what I mean. My name is Yuta by the way." He places his helmet under his arm.

27 and he looks young? He’s also not bad looking at all. It wouldn’t hurt to try something with someone more experienced than you. "Sure but I would hate for your back to give out in the middle of it." You hum

"Hey I’m not that old, let’s see who’s back gives out first huh?" He chuckled as he followed you back to your shared house.

Your roommate was luckily out of town for the week so you had the whole house to yourself. It didn’t take long until he was over you. Smothering you with kisses and the string cologne he wore that smelled rich of leather. His bangs touching your forehead as they dangled over you. He still held his helmet in his hand before he dropped it so he could get a better hold of you.

The kisses were fast but deep. It was almost as if he was so desperate to get a taste of you. As he continued to kiss you his gloved hands snaked under your shirt and fondled your breast. You couldn’t lie and say he didn’t look fine with his blacked out gear. If you knew he looked like this you would have confronted him long ago.

Pulling you closer to him he removed your bottoms and his right hand glove. "Want me to teach you how a real grown man should treat a lady?" He whispers in your ear before sliding his fingers in you.

He long fingers bend and move around inside of you. He made sure to touch every spot causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. Biting your bottom lip you shake your head unconsciously. You didn’t even noticed when he crouched down and began to eat you out. That was until your legs began to shake uncontrollably.

"Yuta" you moan

Hmm? He Hums causing you to jolt from the sudden vibration. Why was he so good at this? Could it be his years of experience? Whatever it was you wanted to thank everything that made it possible for him to be with you tonight. He was eating you out so sloppily that the noises echoed in the room. His tongue glided side to side on your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you. You gripped his hair as you got closer to your orgasm. His other hand grabbed your thigh so you wound the able to escape his grasp.

When you started orgasming you moaned his name once again. Tears rolling down your face from how good it was.

Turning you over on your stomach you could hear him unbuckling his belt. Tilting your head back you could see him adjusting himself to your entrance.

"Arnt you going to take your clothes off?" You ask him wondering why he was fully clothed.

"Wouldn’t want to distract you from the main event." He smacks his hard member on your behind.

He then leaned over you and grabbed your face directing you to look at your pile of stuffed animals in a corner.

"Arnt you too old for those things?" He says amused.

"You can never be too old for stuffed animals" you mumble.

Without saying another word he slammed right into you. Your eyes widen at the feeling of being filled up. You don’t think you’ve ever had something this big inside of you. Squeezing your eyes shut you feel how he slides in and out of you smoothly.

"There you go, you’re taking me so well. Thought you would have been crying for me to stop." He says as he quickens his pace. You grip onto your blankets as he slams in and out of you. Each thrust getting deeper and harder. You could hear him breathing heavily next to you ear. You could also heard how the necklaces and chain that he wore cling together with every move. His non gloved hand moved under you and began to pull on your nipple as he continued with his pace.

"You just so cute." He says as he kisses your head, your cheek and your shoulder. "I think I’m gonna start bothering you even more if it mean we get to do this everytime." He mumbles. "Not going to lie I was having second thought about this but I’m so glad I went along. You feel so fucking perfect around my cock." He wraps his arms around your body and slams you all the way into him until he reached places you never thought were possible.

Your jaw drops as he doesn’t let go. Your eyes rolling back at this new painful yet pleasurable feeling. "Yuu" you cry out trying to catch your breath but him hearing you say his name like that turned a switch on for him. He fucked you while you were still being lifted up. Your feet not being able to touch the ground as he used you like his personal cock sleeve. You squirm in his arms being overwhelmed by everything but he held a tight grip on you. At some point you stopped trying and gave in. Your toes curling as you orgasmed once again coating his member in white.

"Easy now, just bear with me for a minute I’m almost there." He groans.

After a few more slams he finally finished inside of you.

He placed you back down slowly and collapsed on top of you. Breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck, are you On birth control? Or do you need me to get you a plan B?"

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simpinformonkies · 10 months

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Can I request a Redson x Calm!S/O reader, who's his partner in crime and a powerful earthbender (cause they keep him grounded) please and thanks.

Sorry this made me laugh so hard when I first saw this ask, the joke broke my sense of humor im so sorry. Anyway, here ya go!~

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RED SON

-The first time he met you all those years ago, he thought you were just some weakling human that decided to piss him off, but you just raised a brow at his behavior and slammed your heel on the dirt, slamming a pillar of stone and dirt into his gut and sending the Demon Bull Prince flying off.

-Oh, he was furious at the audacity.

-But just as much, Red Son was interested; humans don't just control an element as well as you do. It was like the earth itself was your sandbox that you did whatever you wanted with; be that helping people, growing plants, or destroying his Bull Clones.

-After a while though, people just kept demanding things of you, and you just... kind of got tired of it. So what'd you do?

-Why, go to Red Son and ask for a partnership of course!

-Why? You have no idea; you just hated being demanded things of by people that don't even respect you.

-Red Son at least respected your power, even if he also hated you.

-Baby steps people, baby steps.

-So you commit crimes with Red Son, being like that silent soldier in the background that the heroes never notice until its too late and you're already attacking them. You always had Red Son's back, and stopped the worst of his injuries from happening.

-Especially from MK. Sweet kid, but a little much sometimes.

-Ya know that meme of 'the demon lord having a sweet tiny spouse, but the spouse being scarier'? Yeah, you're much scarier than Red Son is, because while he's always angry and yelling, you're sweet and kind that can flip on a dime if the right buttons are pressed.

-Anyway, you're Red Son's "rock" essentially, being there for him through thick and thin. This means you're very close to him and following him every day (or, alternatively, he's always following you, even around the council but acting like he's the one guiding you. His mother thinks its adorable.)

-After confessing to each other (in which Red Son acted like a total tsundere the entire time, let's be honest), you constantly do little stuff with your earthbending to show how much you love that. Whether that be making statue of a heart on 'fire', or doing little stuff to make him happy or his workload easier.

-Housespouse™

-Red Son often gives you gifts that mainly consist of gems (as a homage to your element of earth) and always does romantic things with you while attempting to act nonchalant or cool.

-Keyword being attempting.

~~~ BONUS:

-Your 'scary' side came out when Azure and his goons attacked the Demon Bull Family, attempting to seal away the others. You send shards of earth flying at Peng, aiming for his wings (and hitting them in quick succession) before earthbending binds and pillars at Azure in hopes of defeating him.

-Unfortunately, you forgot Yellow Tusk exists, and he bound you with magic, and then you were sealed in the scroll of memory.

-(And if that happened to make Red Son so angry that his flames sparked a brilliant blue, then only he and the brotherhood would know such secrets.)

~~~

Hope you enjoyed this!~

#lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #nilo dabbles #writing prompt #writing requests #red son x reader #Nilo art

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ask-the-royal-absol · 4 months

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(It has been one year since I joined the pokeask community with my silly absol. One whole year. How did I get here? Like, damn. It’s just been such a lovely community and I’ve met some truly wonderful people.

I’m sorry I couldn’t get more of you on here. I wish I had the time to draw each and every one of you. This is why I needed the head shot so thank you to everyone who sent it over. Thank you to everyone in this community for being my inspirations, my joy and my friends. I cannot thank you enough. If I could make you all something more to say thank you, I would. (Also forgive me if the image quality is garbage. Tumblr does that sometimes. If you click on it, it'll be clearer.)

I suppose I’ll just go on and say I’ve always admired the community from afar. So many stories I was following. So many inspirational people. The events. The characters. They are all so wonderful. And I followed these blogs for years.

Getting hooked into everything about the ask blog community. At first, I was going to making an ask blog about a royal Goodra/Vespiquen fusion who goes to other places to make political connections for their hive. I drew up a couple of concepts but I didn’t go ahead with it.

I kept following the community, constantly being inspired and amazed by everyone inside of it. I’d wanted to join a community for a while. At first, I joined the Pokémon fusion community. It was fun. I met some great people. But, after a few years, it didn’t fill me with joy. I did fusions on multiple platforms, even making some fusions for the infinite fusions game (they’re still in there). I had a go with commissions. It just became a bit of a chore.

I tried making my own region. It only lasted a month. It left a gap which I didn’t know how to fill. I also did dnd with friends which mostly satisfied this but we didn’t do it consistently enough. I definitely miss doing it. I probably did fusions for 6 years. The blogs are still up. There was nothing I wanted to draw consistently.

Near the end of last year, I had a really tough time. My mental health took a really big dip and I was struggling. It was an incredibly dark time. I didn’t have much going on. Maybe we were doing dnd. I don’t remember though. I started drawing Pokémon because I wasn’t in the mood to draw dnd art.

I don’t know why but I started to draw an absol. I think it may have been inspired by my current dnd character. As I was drawing this absol, ideas started to form in my mind about who this absol was and the world they were from. Ideas kept flowing and flowing.

Once the absol was finished, I drew another character, and another and another. And I just kept drawing. Soon, I started drawing maps and a prophecy for this absol and their world. The name Destino came from the word Destiny. It brought me so much joy. I worked on it for a few days and put it to the side.

Then came around the 27th December 2022. I looked back on my planning for this world and thought perhaps I could turn it into an ask blog. At first, I was so nervous. I didn’t want to go through with it. My partner convinced me to make the blog. That’s when I began to draw the first post. And on December 29th 2022, I created the blog and made a reference post for Destino.

Soon, the first post was posted and I got asks. Exciting stuff! And it was so much fun deciding how Destino would respond. More asks kept coming and I eventually started sending asks to others. The most exciting part would have to be seeing people follow me who I was a huge fan of. Gonna be honest, I’m still so incredibly excited when talking to these people and when they like my stuff.

My love for this blog grew and I’ve spent a lot of my time working on it. I have loved each and every moment of it. It was fun having this smug, egotistical absol interacting with many characters who I am a huge fan of and entertaining to see their reactions. Destino was becoming a bit of a thing. Memes were made of Destino. Destino was insulting every legendary they could come across. For me, it was hilarious. And it seemed others were enjoying their antics too.

I am incredibly thankful each day with every interaction, every like, every follow, every reblog, etc. I’ve had. I’m grateful for this entire community. Every one of you has been so friendly and I love talking to you. This community has filled a void which I wasn’t sure would be filled. And I hope I can continue loving being in this community for a while. Destino is going to stick around for a while. I’ve got big plans for them and I hope to enjoy this journey with you all.

Thank you everyone. I hope I can continue to work with you all and have fun! Let’s get ready for another year of Destino.)

#pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokemon askblog #pokemon oc #ask blog #ask the royal absol #destino the absol #pokeask #ask #askblog community #pokeask community #mod goomy #long post #fanart Friday

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rayman-raymania · 4 months

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Baby Ray thoughts and interactions with others

Would anybody perhaps like some Baby Ray interactions and little tidbits of info? Well then here’s something I made for such a topic!

-kat

Remy

Ok first of all he might be the favorite Rayman in the house

Loves to be picked up by Remy

Anything to do with him really

Watching videos or Tv? Sign him up with Remy

Would love to stand by Remy's side but he’s always on the move (Remy likes running around)

Trusts him a LOT

Will not trust his cooking skills however (no one does)

Manny

relaxes when he’s putting food on the plate

Will hang out if Remy isn’t available

On some occasions he’ll pick Manny just because

He’s kinda awkward with him

Doesn’t know what to do at first

Or how to entertain him

He gets the hang of it eventually

Ruffles his hair sometimes

Rei

He likes him! He just likes interacting with others more

Was a little hesitant on Rei because of his hair but quickly warmed up to him

Easily can tell he’s a good protective figure

Rei will read him story books so that’s an instant win

Oh but Rei will also get him school books so that might cancel out that previous win

(Manny was the funding for school books)

Rei who has went to school teaches him how to write and everything in the basics

Rei gets kinda attached to him

He cares a lot 💖

Both can’t ice skate so they both sip on hot chocolate (warm chocolate for the baby) during colder months

All three

Rayman sleep pile!!! Sometimes

Will pick one of the three to bug in the middle of the night when he has a nightmare

Sometimes he’ll just sit or stand there and do the Ray stare ™

He scares them sometimes

He’ll just waddle around silently

They’d all peel fruits for him

Baby Ray gets influenced by all of them later down the line!

The only fridge whiteboard magnet chart that is roughly consistent and up to date is Baby Ray’s

New people

sorry but all you’re getting is the Baby Ray Stare ™

👁👁

*blinks*

Will probably get behind one of the other Rays and stare from there

Or from the other room

He has a bubble and you can’t come near him

He will just simply walk backwards

Or shuffle to the side

Will squint at you if you try and call him a nickname

Disapproving squint

Close friends with the Ray Crew

Depends if he likes you or not!

But if the guys trust you then Baby Ray will follow!

Eventually…

He will continue to stare btw he won’t stop that

Wouldn’t mind hanging out with you! mostly for babysitting reasons

he won’t fuss as much

Now just some facts!

Likes the rain! And the sound of the nature at night

He’s very quiet, barely speaks at all

Is baby

Wanders

Age: ????

Can fly but somehow it hasn’t crossed anyones mind that he can fly with his hair like the guys

How did I miss that too

Sometimes he misses home

Likes adventure!

Kinda just shows up in the fake season 2 in our heads

Me and everyone else keeps on forgetting that this kid can jump and climb and run

Take your eyes off of him at a park or playground then suddenly he’s doing another thing on the monkey bars

How did he get there

i don’t wanna make this too long so I’ll stop here! Hope this was informative and gave y’all some fule for the RayRot ™️

#Idk why I have so many thought up for Rei #🤷#raymania #rayman #rayman au #rayman in the phantom show #rayman origins #captain laserhawk rayman #baby rayman #Baby Ray #Rei #Manny #Remy

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taevbears · 6 months

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To Be Loved - 03

Please be our guest

⤑ pairing: namjoon x reader (a bit of reader x jungkook) ⤑ genre: hybrid au, romance, hurt/comfort ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 6.3k ⤑ warnings: hybrids are seen as sub-human, brief descriptions of abuse throughout the chapter, a bit of angst, the boys are very guarded and kind of mean toward the reader, reader is stress lol ⤑ note: sorry for the delay in this chapter, it's been really hectic these past few weeks being sick and super busy. i'm curious what your thoughts are and what you guys think namjoon is! also, i hope you all have a safe and warm holiday full of delicious food!

Chapters 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 (End)

Dinner is served.

Laid out across the table is a small feast consisting of homegrown vegetables from their garden, hand-picked fruits of the season, grilled fish caught from a nearby river, roasted poultry and cooked eggs, and homemade brew that’s been aging in their cellar. Food that’s clearly been hunted and gathered from around the manor.

“You two are our guests,” Rap Monster says to you and Jungkook from the head of the table, sitting directly across from you. “Please feel free to help yourselves.”

He glances over at the wolf hybrid and gives him a tiny nod. The eldest among the pack picks up his utensils and begins to put food on his plate, and the others soon follow suit, reaching for whatever appeals to their appetites. Even Jungkook begins to pile up on the food he’s been eyeing since they’ve been set down before him, and then passes the dish to you, starving after everything you’ve both been through since you’ve ventured off the main roads.

“This is seriously so good!” Jungkook praises between bites. His eyebrows are furrowed together, as if he’s angry at how incredibly tasty everything is.

“You’re just hungry,” the leopard hybrid remarks, shoulders raising a bit as he puts some fish on his plate.

“Thank you for cooking,” you add softly, though you’re not really sure who to direct it to. Jimin had mentioned that someone named Seokjin and someone named Yoongi prepared tonight’s meal. The deer hybrid only stares at you with a frown, the leopard hybrid doesn’t even bother to make eye-contact with you, and the wolf hybrid merely nods his head without saying anything back.

The table is relatively quiet, but you can tell that it’s a level of silence they’re not used to. Although the pack of hybrids try not to make it too obvious, you can tell they’re all observing you closely.

It starts to make you feel self-conscious as you bite into an apple, not really tasting the food but going through the motions of it.

You hate attention. You’ve always had.

The pressure of everyone’s eyes on you, watching your every move, and judging your every word and action makes your skin crawl, constricts your breath, and knots your stomach. Whenever you’re forced into the spotlight – Kangdae dangling you around like a pretty thing to envy – you keep your gaze on the ground. Your voice starts to tremble. You hear people asking what’s wrong with you.

As your eyes burn on the plate, you realize that’s what’s happening now. The hybrids are making you as nervous as you’re probably making them.

Humans, after all, are the most dangerous threat to them.

“My name is Jimin.”

To your right, opposite of Jungkook, the swan hybrid speaks. He seems to sense your uneasiness and then gestures for the others to follow.

Next to him, the bear hybrid grunts, “Taehyung.”

“Seokjin,” says the wolf hybrid, gnawing on a bone.

“I’m Hoseok,” the deer hybrid pipes up from the other side of the table, across the wolf.

“Yoongi,” the leopard hybrid calls himself, sitting between Hoseok and Jungkook.

Across from you, at the other end of the table, the one you know as Rap Monster merely smiles. The dimples on his cheeks are deep as he looks at his pack fondly before his colorful eyes meet your gaze. “I don’t go by Rap Monster anymore, so you can call me by my real name. It’s Namjoon.”

Namjoon.

Finally, you have the name of the mysterious rapper.

You tell them your name, and Jungkook finishes the round of introductions with his. With one question answered, another one pops up. This time, from you. “How do you all know each other?”

The air shifts with a sudden tension, and you instantly regret the words leaving your mouth. It feels like you’ve come across a taboo topic. Information that, perhaps, none of them feel comfortable sharing with a human. You can see, by some of the emotions that cross their faces, that it hadn’t been easy for them to get here.

“The short story is that I took them all in,” Namjoon explains lightly. “Society isn’t exactly kind to creatures like us. Humans only see us as abominations. A lot of them can be unnecessarily cruel to the things they’re afraid of. To the things they don’t understand. I found them and I offered them a place in my home.”

“Which brings us to question,” Seokjin interrupts, his yellow eyes practically glowing when he looks at you, “what brought you into our territory?”

It’s a question they all seem to be wondering. Even before the car accident in the woods.

The words get stuck in your throat.

Taehyung crosses his arms. He looks broader when he does that. More intimidating. “We don’t allow humans to come anywhere near this place.”

“But she’s not like other humans!” Jungkook speaks up on your behalf, eyes wide as if that would help convince them of his plight. “She’s really nice, and she’s my friend.”

“Jungkook,” you start, your voice barely above a whisper. You want to stop him. To tell him that he doesn’t need to defend you. That you understand their hostility, and that you swear you’ll be gone as soon as the storm stops.

His ear twitches toward you, showing that he’s heard you, but he decides to ignore you.

“I was in bad shape when I met her, but she helped me. She treated my wounds after my owner nearly…” He shudders, unable to finish his sentence. Given the bruises and cuts on his face, and the welts and scars on his body, it’s not hard to imagine what could’ve happened. Or how far his owner would’ve gone to hurt him. “She fed me too. And bought me ice cream and banana milk.”

Seokjin snorts at that. For a brief second, Hoseok and Taehyung look a little amused by his last comment. Whereas Yoongi and Jimin visibly frown as they look more closely at Jungkook’s wounds. Namjoon’s eyes meet yours for a moment, and you feel your heart flutter before he turns to Jungkook and gives him a nod, encouraging him to go on.

“And she’s been trying to find a safe place to take me to,” he continues, turning to look at you. There’s gratitude in his eyes when he does. “We were trying to take a shortcut through the woods, but it was raining so hard and we could barely see where we were going. We’re both just trying to get away from our bad humans.”

By the silence that follows, you’re not entirely sure if they believe you’re a good person yet. That, despite Jungkook trying to defend your honor, there’s still a bit of skepticism over a human helping a hybrid out of the goodness from their heart. After everything they must have gone through by the hands of those who try to control them, you can’t blame them at all for feeling jaded.

“I believe it,” is all Namjoon says. His gaze is fixed on you now, and again, you start to feel nervous at the attention. But… not in an entirely unwanted way. “You were kind to me once before, too.”

For years, the old manor has been something straight out of a storybook. A beautiful, old home, stuck in time, untouched by humans. Deep in the woods and hard to find unless you know your way to it. Forgotten, but with a timeless and enchanting charm.

It begins with Namjoon, who discovers it. And then Yoongi, who helps him rebuild and restore it. Then, they find Hoseok, and for a while, it’s just the three of them. But that all changes when they meet Jimin and Taehyung and take them in at the same time. And finally, Seokjin joins their pack.

One by one, the hybrids have contributed and worked together to make this abandoned place their own. You see the way they protect each other, how they take care of each other. Humans haven’t stepped near their secret haven for years, and yet, here you are – an intruding threat to their sanctuary. A walking reminder of what they’ve run away from.

Yoongi, captured and thrown into a cage, about to be sent overseas in cargo to be auctioned off had he not managed to escape from his captives.

Hoseok, left for dead by the hands of hunters, antlers forcibly cut by the time Namjoon and Yoongi find him barely breathing.

Jimin and Taehyung running away from a shelter that was abusing the hybrids, starving them out, depriving them of basic essentials, and throwing them into tiny, cramped spaces before they’re next in line to be euthanized.

And Seokjin, forced to become a lone wolf after violently losing his home, family, and everything he knows to the greed of humans until he finally found the others.

“If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask,” Namjoon assures you, clearing the plates away from dinner to wash. “I want you to feel comfortable while you’re here.”

“I appreciate it, Namjoon. Thank you,” you tell him sincerely. He grins at you, practically beaming as his name rolls off your tongue. You can’t help but smile back at him, although shyly.

It’s strange how flustered you feel around him.

“Can we look around?” Jungkook asks, coming up between you and Namjoon. He looks at him curiously as the two of you finally look away from each other.

“Of course. Jimin? Mind showing them around?” Namjoon asks the swan hybrid, who just finishes up wiping down the table.

He looks a bit surprised, but nods his head. “Oh. Sure. Let me finish this up and I’ll be right with you guys.”

“I’ll go with you guys,” Taehyung offers, glancing at you for a brief moment before he finishes up sweeping.

“What about you?” you ask. Not that you don’t mind Jimin. He’s been nice to you. Taehyung as well, though out of obligation.

You were just hoping to spend more time with Namjoon.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” he promises as he looks at the other hybrids, all pretending they aren’t listening to the conversation. “I need to make sure no one else followed you here.”

As requested, Jimin and Taehyung show you and Jungkook around the manor.

The east wing is where you’ll be staying. The room that you woke up in is yours, and Jungkook has his own room near you. Dinner is at the same time every evening, and it is expected that the two of you will join the rest of the pack. There are many rooms that make this place feel like a modern castle: a ballroom with a grand piano, a lounge room with board games, puzzles, a pool table, and old gaming consoles, a conservatory with curtainless windows, table tennis, a seating area, and a greenhouse.

You can see that Jungkook is fascinated with the manor as much as you are. Maybe even more so. His eyes practically sparkle with excitement when he sees a familiar game that he played as a child, or that cheeky smile on his face when he asks if you can dance or play any instruments in the ballroom. You see Jimin and Taehyung eager to show him the cool stuff around the manor too, and you suspect that at one point, they’ve forgotten you’re on this tour as well.

Still, it’s so nice to see Jungkook smiling and laughing. Despite everything he’s been through, there’s still an endearing, childlike innocence to him. A shy, friendly aura that makes him so approachable and well-liked.

You can see him being very happy here. Even if you’re not in the picture.

“What’s over there?” Jungkook asks, curious as he nods toward the west wing.

“Oh, that place is off-limits,” Taehyung explains without giving it a second glance. “No one is allowed to go there.”

You’re a bit surprised by that. The west wing looks completely normal from where you stand. “Why not?”

“It just is,” Taehyung cuts in a little harshly as he glares at you. Your mouth immediately snaps shut, a bit hurt and taken aback by the outburst.

“You’re free to go anywhere else in the manor,” Jimin adds, trying to drop the topic. His voice is gentler as he shoots his companion a warning glance. “Just not the west wing. Understand?”

You merely nod your head, not trusting your voice at this point.

While the hybrids like Jungkook, it’s clear that they don’t feel the same about you. And you’re not certain they ever will.

As the tour continues, you can’t help but notice the other hybrids’ reactions when you come within their personal spaces in the manor. Yoongi stares at you from the high wooden beams on the ceiling. His spotted tail slowly swishes back and forth in distrust as his glaring, feline eyes never leave yours. Hoseok hides from you whenever he hears you approaching. He’s so scared, he’s trembling as you catch his wide-eyed, petrified gaze, and the guilt of almost hurting him weighs more heavily on you. Seokjin covers his mouth to hold back a low growl when you come near his room. His body is tense and his lips are curled back into a snarl. Even Taehyung is only accompanying you to make sure that Jimin is safe. That you won’t harm his dear friend.

Rain continues to heavily pour outside. You wish that the storm would die down already. Clearly, you’re not welcomed here.

A hand touches the small of your back, and you raise your head to see Jungkook giving you a tiny, comforting smile. Just like at the motel stop with the scary men, he subtly assures you that he has your back.

You give him a wry smile back, squeezing his arm in appreciation. It’s a silent exchange that doesn’t go unnoticed by the other two hybrids with you.

“This is our last stop,” Jimin announces as he and Taehyung open the double-doors. Your eyes widen in awe at the sight before you.

A library.

There are two levels, and both have standing shelves full of books. Art pieces that look like they belong in museums decorate the room as well, from busts of philosophers to exquisite paintings hung on the walls. In the center is a large couch that looks cozy enough to sink into, curled up with a good book. It’s a place much bigger and prettier than the tiny book nook in your town.

“Wow…” You step inside, mood instantly lifting as you marvel at the sight before you. You could spend months here, just trying to read through the massive collection. “This is amazing!”

Jungkook looks surprised. “You think so?”

“Is it okay if I look around?”

Jimin and Taehyung exchange looks with each other, but they nod their heads. You disappear into the nearest aisle, browsing around. Your fingers run across the spines of books and their printed titles before landing on the ones that catch your interest. Things that were in your to-read list, things that you’ve just discovered now, things that you fondly remember reading before.

To the two residential hybrids, it’s probably one of the more boring parts of the manor, yet you’re absolutely enthralled by the room.

“Are there any comics?” Jungkook shyly asks, and Taehyung’s eyes brighten a bit as he takes his wrist and shows him where they are. The two leave Jimin alone as he watches you with curiosity.

“That’s funny,” he says to himself before he follows after the other hybrids. “This is his favorite room too.”

Sleep doesn’t come easy for you. Not tonight, at least.

After everything you’ve been through – running away from Kangdae, being on the road for days, looking for the perfect home for Jungkook, being careful to cover your tracks and not get caught, and finally ending up here – you’d think you would’ve been knocked out by now, exhausted from everything.

But as you turn to face the window, the relentless storm outside seems to reflect the turmoil you feel.

The storm won’t last forever. You’ll probably be here for two or three nights. Maybe a week at most. Then, as soon as the rainy days clear up, you’ll be out of here.

But Jungkook should stay.

As you toured around the manor with Jimin and Taehyung, it’s so clear to you that this place could be exactly what you two were hoping to find for him. A place to call home.

The hybrids provide for each other. They take care of each other. And they’ve clearly taken a liking to Jungkook. He’ll have his meals, a warm bed in his own room, plenty of fun things to do, friends to talk to. He’ll be happy here with them.

You turn to face the ceiling, already dreading the inevitable conversation you’ll have to have with him. He’s become your friend, and someone you care a lot about. You just hope he won’t be so stubborn and make it harder for you to let him go.

Especially since the other hybrids don’t like you as much. Or rather, at all. In fact, you’re pretty sure they’re eager for the storm to pass as much as you are so that you can leave their secret haven.

The mean looks some of them give you. The way they snarl and hiss and tremble at your presence. It feels like there isn’t anything you can do about it. Even if Namjoon allows you to stay, even if Jungkook is there to vouch for you, they’ll just hate you no matter what, simply because you’re human.

You sigh. You can’t force them to like you, of course, and you don’t blame them for being weary of you. But the bigger problem seems to be how you’re going to get out of the woods without a car. With your face all over the news. With Kangdae’s family exhausting all their efforts to look for you.

And as you roll to face the door, you think about Namjoon.

He’s as much of a mystery to you now as he was back then. He has a charisma that commands the room, that makes it obvious that he’s the leader of the pack. That alone has all the hybrids respect him and look up to him. And to top it off, he’s also so kind for letting you and Jungkook in, for making you both feel comfortable in his home.

You can’t remember the last time Kangdae treated you as nicely. He was always so selfish and cruel, and you feel foolish to think that’s what love was.

When in reality, ever since you finally left him, you realize you know nothing about love at all. You thought, if you stayed with him long enough, you could learn to love him. That you could learn how to be loved back.

But the pitiful ache in your heart only makes you realize that, at least with Kangdae, there was never any love at all.

And yet, Namjoon…

With a finality, you throw the covers off of you. Since you can’t sleep, you decide to do something else to force your thoughts away.

You try your best to avoid the creaks on the floor as you quietly sneak out of the room. The halls of the east wing are dark, but luckily, you aren’t met with any grumpy hybrids just yet. As quietly as possible, you shut the door to your room and try to navigate through the shadowy hall, trying to remember where exactly the library is located in the huge manor.

However, your endeavor is halted when you hear voices at the end of the hall.

“You could be a little nicer to her,” Jimin begins, standing near a window where the moonlight illuminates his face. The tone in his voice sounds like he’s disappointed.

Standing before him is no one other than Taehyung. “She’s human.”

“She could be—” Jimin starts, but lowers his voice. You barely hear him as he tells Taehyung, “I think she’s it.”

His eyes widen a little, seeming to know exactly what he’s talking about.

“You think she’s—” An abrupt silence follows when they sense they’re not alone. Both of them turn to you. Even in the darkness, you think they can still see you. Then, Taehyung confirms they can when he asks, “Little human, where do you think you’re going?”

“I can’t sleep,” you reply honestly. On cue, the rumble of thunder ominously rolls in, sounding like the roar of a beast. You’re vaguely reminded of the sound that spooked Jungkook right before the accident, and you wonder if whatever it was is still out there.

“Are you afraid of the storm?” Jimin asks with a tilt of his head.

“It’s not that.” You don’t mind the rain or the sound of thunder, especially if you can stay safe and cozy indoors, sheltered from the bad weather. Under other circumstances, you might even enjoy the ambiance it brings in the background of a good book. “I think I just want to read something before I go to bed.”

“Are you afraid of us?” Taehyung suddenly asks you. His eyes glowering as he waits for your response.

But you look confused. “What do you mean?”

“Do you think we’re monsters?”

“Taehyung,” Jimin warns with a frown. He turns back to you, opening his mouth as if he’s about to tell you to just forget about his friend’s question.

“You’re not monsters,” you tell him seriously, without hesitation, without looking away. Your answer surprises not just the two hybrids before you, but also the ones in the shadows, listening in. “None of you are.”

You love books.

From the stories that your parents would read you to sleep, to the short stories full of childlike adventure and wonder, and later opening up to genres of drama, horror, fantasy, and romance. Even now, you love immersing yourself in the worlds of writers, escaping and overcoming trails that aren’t your own, and imagining yourself as the main character with every page you turn. It’s something that you can’t get enough of.

You love the weight of a book in your hand, the smooth texture of paper beneath your fingertips, and the earthy, musty smell of aged and worn pages that’ve been sitting on their shelves. You love being so captured by a story, you forget everything else around you, hung to every inked word across the page until the final conclusion.

Entering the library for the first time, surrounded by one of your favorite things, brings you a comfort that you haven’t felt in a long time.

Kangdae never understood your fascination with books. He couldn’t relate to that interest at all, finding it boring and a waste of time. It got harder to indulge in reading when you were with him. There were always chores to do after a long day at work that he never bothered to help with, or spontaneous trips and outings that he’d drag you to just so he can ignore you for his friends and other pretty women throughout the night. Even the books you do own, Kangdae never respected them – he never did with any of your belongings – throwing them when he was mad until the pages were bent and torn from the bindings, or using them as coasters or to spill his drinks on.

Finding yourself in a place like this brings you back to a time before you ever met Kangdae. Where no one really knew you, and you could quietly indulge yourself in the stories you’ve always loved.

Of all the books in the library, one of them catches your eye.

It’s your favorite one. The one about a far-off place with daring sword fights and a prince in disguise.

Your eyes widen in disbelief as you hold the book in your hands, flipping through the pages. It’s been well-kept, as have all the other books here. Unlike the copy you had at your home, ruined beyond repair. As you skim through the pages, the story immediately jumps out at you. The descriptions make it easy to imagine, and the flow of words make it hard to put the book down.

Even though you’ve read this story countless times, it never gets old. Because within the pages, entwined with all the action, adventure, and drama, is a love story.

To be loved and to be loved in return.

You’ve always wished for something like that for yourself.

All you’ve ever known about love is from Kangdae. The misery, the arguments, the fear, the anger. You think that’s just the reality of what love is supposed to be. But at least in this story, love seems nice. Even if it’s only fiction.

“That’s a good one.”

You’re startled when Namjoon appears beside you, looking at the book that you have in your hands. He looks wet, as if he’s been outside. Water drips from his soaked clothes, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it at all.

You smile at him sheepishly and admit, “It’s actually my favorite.”

He returns your smile. Those deep dimples pop up on his cheeks as he offers, “If you want it, it’s yours.”

“Oh! Thank you, I appreciate it, but I really can’t,” you decline, although very touched and almost tempted by the gift. “I don’t know how I can repay you for letting us stay here until the storm passes.”

“You don’t need to repay me anything,” he assures you sincerely. Perhaps to him, he’s just returning the favor you did for him years ago.

“I should at least give you money or something.” You don’t have much on you, though. Just whatever is left of what you’ve been secretly saving up.

Namjoon seems to consider it, but then, almost a bit shyly, he asks, “What about a date instead?”

You’re not entirely sure what Namjoon is thinking when he asks you on a date.

It’s still raining outside. Thunder, lightning, strong winds, and all. Even if you could leave the old manor, there isn’t anywhere to go. You’re surrounded by a thick forest in the middle of nowhere.

Still, Namjoon has you close your eyes.

His big, strong, and incredibly warm hands take yours in his, as he guides you to wherever he plans to take you. He smells like rain, and his clothes are still slightly damp from patrolling outside.

Your footsteps echo together in the quiet manor as he leads you out of the library. You can feel his gaze on your face, making sure you don’t ruin his surprise, and taking in all your features up close. And you bite back a giggle when you hear him bump into things every now and then before quickly assuring you that he’s okay and reminding you not to open your eyes yet.

“Watch your step,” he warns as he takes you somewhere colder. You clumsily stumble over the step anyway, nearly falling if it isn’t for his hands steadying you.

“Namjoon, where—?”

“Okay,” he says with a baited breath. “Open your eyes.”

Connected to the curtainless sunroom with the tennis table and the comfortable seating area is a greenhouse. You noticed it when Jimin and Taehyung showed you around earlier, but you didn’t have a chance to look inside. Namjoon smiles eagerly as he shows you his private, indoor garden: the bonsai trees that are starting to bloom with flowers, monstera plants standing tall with giant leaves, and bundles of flowers like roses, snapdragons, and lilies.

“Wow, Namjoon,” you say in awe, looking around. It feels like walking into the library for the first time, marveling at the magic the room brings. “These are beautiful.”

“I grew them myself,” Namjoon proudly states, rubbing his neck shyly. “They’re nothing compared to Hoseok and Jimin’s garden, but I thought I should still show you this place. I like coming here when I have a lot on my mind.”

“I can see why,” you remark. It’s nice here. All the flowers and plants look like they’re well-taken care of, healthy and thriving despite the ominous weather conditions. You come across a flower that you’ve never seen before. It looks like a cross between a lily and a rose, iridescent in color but with a thing of blue and purple. Their leaves and stems shine green like emeralds. “What are these?”

“Pretty, right? I call them smeraldo flowers,” he explains. His eyes light up with the way you admire them. “In the language of flowers, they mean non potevo dire la verità – the truth that couldn’t be told.”

“I’ve never seen anything like them.” You carefully touch the soft, delicate petal of the flower. They almost look like they’re made of magic.

“They’re beautiful like you.”

You look up at Namjoon just then, a bit surprised by the compliment. He seems a bit embarrassed, trying to hide his face as if he hadn’t meant to say those words out loud.

You’ve been called beautiful before. Sometimes, you think your natural beauty is all that Kangdae sees in you. It’s the only reason he ever tried to pursue you. But hearing it from Namjoon, who seems sincere with his words and intentions, it feels different.

It feels nice.

“I don’t know about that. These are very beautiful flowers,” you reply with a shy smile. “But thank you, Namjoon. You’re really kind.”

“I know the other guys are having a… difficult time adjusting to you. We haven’t had a guest here in a long time, especially a human one,” Namjoon tries to justify on their behalf. “They’re not bad, though. None of us are. So, you don’t need to be afraid while you’re here. But if you ever feel lost or scared, you can always come here. This place, these flowers, they bring me comfort. I hope they do the same for you.”

“Thanks Namjoon,” you repeat with a small smile. He really is so kind to you. “And I get it. Don’t worry. I don’t know what any of them have been through, but I don’t blame them for being cautious of me.”

Although you haven’t had many encounters with hybrids before, you know of the mistreatment they’ve endured from humans. How they’re treated like outcasts, and are constantly on the threat of being enslaved as laborers, entertainers, or pets. You see them protesting for their rights, and how laws constantly change to their disadvantage.

But if you’ve learned anything while being with Jungkook, it’s that he isn’t too different from you. He likes to sing and dance to music while you’re driving, he snores in his sleep, he loves the taste of banana milk and ice cream.

It hurts a little, but you understand why they’re weary of you. Why the hybrids aren’t able to easily trust you the way they can trust Jungkook, even though he’s just as much of a stranger to them as you are.

“You really are different from other humans,” Namjoon states with intrigue. The look in his colorful eyes is full of warmth and sincerity.

“I don’t think I’m doing anything different than what any decent person would do.”

“It’s because not a lot of humans treat us like decent people,” Namjoon explains again with a sad smile. “You know, you humans are so fascinating to me. You build grand cities with tall skyscrapers, you create beautiful art pieces that evoke feelings and different interpretations to your work, you write countless moving stories of wisdom, fantasy, and poetry. I wanted to be a rapper because I felt like I needed my voice to be heard in this world. All the anger I felt about being born a hybrid, all the sadness and loneliness I felt from being shunned away, all the fear of never being able to be heard or accepted. I went to the underground to prove that I can be as good as the humans are. That my voice is just as worthy to be heard as theirs.”

“It is worthy,” you tell him firmly. “I still remember the night I saw you perform so clearly. You were the best one out of all of them. Even better than some professional rappers in the industry these days.”

He looks away bashfully, but quietly replies, “Thank you. I’m glad you think so.”

“After the incident,” you start, both of you recalling that night when people discovered that he was a hybrid, “I was hoping that I’d see you again.”

“I had hoped to see you too.”

The confession is soft, but you still hear it over the sound of rain and thunder. In the greenhouse, standing in the garden where loneliness is in full bloom, you feel something stir inside you. Something warm. Something real.

You can’t place your finger on why. But you start to think about the meaning of love.

And you have to wonder, has Namjoon been thinking about you this whole time? Does he remember that night he met you as clearly as you do? Is that why he’s so welcoming to bring you into his home? Is that why he’s been so kind to you?

“Namjoon?”

“Yes?”

His eyes are so mesmerizing, you don’t realize the rain has stopped. That the roars of thunder and flashes of lightning have suddenly died down. That all you can hear is your own heartbeat in your chest as you look up at the handsome man before you.

“What kind of hybrid are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

For the other hybrids, it’s obvious what they are: Seokjin is a wolf, Yoongi is a leopard, Hoseok is a deer, Jimin is a swan, Taehyung is a bear, and Jungkook is a bunny. But Namjoon, who mostly looks human, you have a hard time figuring out what he could be.

“I’m a beast. A miserable, ugly beast.”

Your brows furrow slightly. “I don’t think you’re—”

“But I am,” he interrupts with a frown. He looks at you seriously. “Trust me. You don’t want to see me in that form. You’ll be scared.”

You want to disagree. But you can tell that he doesn’t want to talk about the side of himself that he seems to hate so much, so you drop it. “Sorry for bringing it up.”

“No, it’s okay. I knew you’d be curious.” He sighs and rubs his neck again, seeming a bit torn with himself. A clash of thunder sounds from the distance, as if the storm is about to pick up again. As if the anger and sadness in the skies reflect Namjoon himself. “It’s just… if I had it my way, you’d never have to see it. You’ll always remember me the way that you see me now.”

You nod your head in understanding. Perhaps that’s why you’re also forbidden to go into the west wing. Maybe the truth of what kind of beast he is lies in that area.

Your gaze turns back to the smeraldo flowers. Under the moonlight, they almost look like they’re glowing with an ethereal and tragic beauty Flowers that mean an untold truth. Somehow, that makes you feel a little sad.

“Whether you’re a beast or a human, you’re not a monster, Namjoon.”

He smiles at you sadly. “I wish I could believe that. But thank you.”

The spontaneous “date” comes to an end, and like a gentleman, Namjoon walks you up to the east wing and stops in front of your bedroom.

Before you go inside, you turn to face him. “I had a nice time, Namjoon.”

You mean it, too. Quiet nights in, looking at beautiful flowers in the garden, sharing book recommendations in the library. It’s the perfect night for you.

“You don’t have to go after the storm ends,” Namjoon suddenly tells you. “You can stay here if you want. Both you and Jungkook.”

“I don’t know, Namjoon. Your pack—”

“I’ll talk to them. I’m sure they’ll come around to the idea,” he starts, looking like he wants to add more to it. Because, for some reason, you’re very special to him.

“It’s not just that.”

He’s already done so much for you already. There’s no way you’ll be able to repay him.

“How about we make a deal?”

You pause, looking at him with hesitance. “What kind of deal?”

“I don’t want your money, or do anything that you won’t feel comfortable with,” he quickly assures you. “The woods are dangerous, and the storm isn’t going to stop anytime soon. At least here, you’ll be safe. You’ll have your own room, you can have dinner with us, you’re free to wander the east wing and use the common rooms. All I ask is that you go on another date with me tomorrow night. And the night after, if you still decide to stay.”

You think about it. It seems like the best option for now.

You’ll still be hidden from Kangdae and the people looking for you. You’ll be safe from the wolves and other predators lurking in the deep, dark woods. You won’t have to say goodbye to Jungkook so soon, and you can spend another night like this with Namjoon.

“Why would you want me to stay when I’m human?” you ask him.

“Humans are fascinating. You’re fascinating,” Namjoon admits with a shy smile. “I just want to get to know you more.”

“I don’t think I’m that interesting of a human.” You can’t build skyscrapers, you can’t create masterpieces, and you can’t write stories the way your favorite authors do. “You’ll be disappointed.”

“I won’t. Because you’re you.” He seems so sure of that.

You smile a little at that.

“I’ll consider it,” you decide, heart fluttering as you half-joke, “I feel like you’re trying to make me fall in love with you.”

“You won’t,” Namjoon softly says, also just as sure. The way he looks at you makes your heart ache. “Why would someone as beautiful as you ever love a beast like me?”

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otakubimbo · 3 months

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Checkmate.

MafiaBoss Sukuna x F!Reader

You had a routine. You had a life. You had plans. Is your association with someone you hate going to change everything for you?

Sticky: I was asked to make it into a series so this is the prequel to this! It will be an on going series. I don't know how many chapters yet.

UPDATED STICKY: hi yes, you may be seeing this thinking 'OB this definitely doesn't look like what you wrote before.' and you would be right, i hated it so i changed it. Sorry, love yall, bye T-T

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The activity at the Zenin compound was raising suspicion from their enemies, especially their biggest one The King of Curses. The two yakuza families had been cordial for the most part through the decades, but lately, the hot-headed Naoya Zenin was pushing his way into the King of Curses territory and that would not do, not at all. So, on top of the brazen acts by the end of that family, the activity coming from the compound DAILY was raising all alarms for Ryomen Sukuna. And the activity? It was you, coming in and out the front gates of the compound almost daily, always bringing something with you, always leaving without anything. The biggest issue, no one had any information on you and yet you were casually coming in and out of the compound as if you were an important member of the Zenin’s. The King of Curses needed to know your role with them and how to use it to his advantage to get Naoya out of his hair for good.

That’s what led to one of the King of Curses disgruntled underlings following you around for the last two weeks. Nothing you did was of interest; you were actually quite boring. Your day consisted of leaving your condo with a bag of who knows what to the Zenin compound, spending a few hours there, and leaving to go to the park not far from the compound to play chess? With old people? It was strange, and then after that, you would leave after seemingly beating every old man who would sit with you and play to go to a café or library to work away at something on your computer.

Sukuna’s face was twisted into a scowl as he read over the report of your day.

“What the fuck is this?” His voice made the men under his command shrink into themselves and back down.

“Sir, that’s all we have. That’s all she does.” One of them spoke up not meeting Sukuna’s glare. The man before them flexes his fingers in an attempt to quell his rage from snapping either of their necks.

“Do you at least have a name; do you have anything?”

The silence from their lack of response was louder than anything they could have said. Sukuna crumbles the report in his hand, balling his fist and banging it against the sturdy wooden desk. He had to think of something. There had to be something he could think of because surprisingly enough despite how arrogant and boisterous Naoya was, the boy kept his circle tight and private. Nothing that the boy doesn’t want out, never gets out. You truly seemed nothing of interest but then no one and he knew NO ONE was allowed to freely walk in and out of that compound so casually without significance. Also, there was something about you that he couldn’t figure out and it was driving him almost insane. He had seen videos in the reports he was being sent of you and the way you walked and carried yourself had him in thought. In thought of what? He really didn’t know but he knew he needed to figure out what your connections with all of this were. Just before he was truly about to lose his temper, he did have an idea. After all, you were a woman so this should at least get a little information out of you.

“Bring me Fushiguro .”

Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, was one of Sukuna’s subordinates who would be considered a ‘ladies man’ and you were a lady. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book. He would use Toji to sway you into giving up some type of information or at the very least gain a bit of your trust to get you here to interrogate that wouldn’t draw any suspicions from the Zenin’s. It was a good plan that has worked on more than one occasion. Well, that was what Sukuna assumed until Toji actually met you.

There you were, right on schedule, as usual, laughing at the older man who sat across from you. It seemed that you had been beating him at a round of chess and the old man was being grumpy about it. Toji walked up with his casual nonchalant attitude toward the bench you were sitting on.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing?” Toji commented as he walked up to you. You look up at him, a slight scowl on your face that he wasn’t expecting. Women usually fawn over him always immediately, but you looked almost disgusted. The glares he was getting from the older men around you didn’t help his circumstance either.

“Did you need something?” Your tone is annoyed as you glare up at him. He chuckles at your hostility. That made you scowl even more; you really didn’t want to be bothered by this man especially one as seemingly cocky and self-assured as this one.

“I’ve seen you here at the park a few times and wanted to get your name.” He lied and he could tell you knew it was a lie by the way your eyes narrowed at him.

You roll your eyes, sighing going back to making a move on the board in front of you, “Well I haven’t seen you before so I would prefer not to acquaint myself with you.”

Toji could tell this was going to be a lost cause on his part. Sukuna was not going to be happy about this in the least bit but there wasn’t anything else he could do, your body language told him everything he needed to know. He raised his hands in defeat and apologized for bothering you, heading back to the car parked around the corner. If Toji was a man who didn’t value his life, he would tell the King that he should give up on seeing what you know unless he just wanted to kidnap and torture you. You didn’t seem like the kind of girl to just give in to anything easily, and these soft plans would be a waste of everyone’s time. But Toji was a man who did value his life at least a little, so he just planned to tell him exactly what happened and that you weren’t interested in speaking to him in the least bit.

Sukuna was frustrated with Tojis report, he couldn’t help but shoot one of the lackeys he had in the room. He didn’t kill him, maybe, but this was getting on his nerves quickly. The King’s attempt at trying to be subtle for once was getting him nowhere and it was pissing him off.

You knew you had been being watched for weeks now; it was almost obvious with the way that the same men kept appearing around the same time every day. They weren’t really good at this, it seemed to you. It didn’t concern you that much though, you understood why you may have been followed but you didn’t have any information of value. Naoya allowed you into the Zenin compound and he was never shy about what he did for a living or the type of man that he was. He didn’t value you as a person, so he allowed you to go and come as you pleased, which you were grateful for. He was a man who such self-assurance, such bravado, such misogyny that he didn’t find any value in hiding anything from you or your cousin that he made his wife. Your cousin, more of a sister to you than anything, was unfortunately the now wife of Naoya Zenin and the only reason you would EVER visit his compound. You hated every single second you spent in that space, but you did it for your cousin. She was trapped in these walls and unable to go anywhere unless it was with the end of the clan himself. The only thing that man allowed was for you to see her and you took that, making it almost your job to visit her every day in order to keep her sanity. You would bring her breakfast, books, snacks, or whatever you have found that could make sure she felt connected with the outside world and connected with something else besides the Zenin’s.

Every day you had almost the same schedule, visiting your cousin for a few hours, discussing the past day’s events and anything that you had brought over. Then you would go over to this beautiful park and play chess with the elders there, they adored you so much even if you beat them every time. After that, you would go off to either the library, a café, or anywhere that you could get back to work on your dissertation. That was the reason you had so much time to visit your cousin and make sure she was alright; you were working on your dissertation and that was the only thing that truly required your focus. You came from a wealthy family that was similar to the zenin’s in the way that there was no value to a woman besides being a bride. Luckily for you, your parents had agreed to allow you to finish any education before marrying you off just like your cousin. Which is why you are currently working on your Ph.D. in comparative literature. You had hoped to continue down the path of education hoping that if you elongate your studies, your parents will focus more on your brothers and forget about you. You hoped.

It had been a while since you had been followed and since your last encounter with that handsome but strange man who attempted to flirt with you for whatever reason that you completely forgot about those interactions. This is why the confusion on your face was felt by the elders that you usually play chess with as you walk to your park in the spot where you play to see them laughing and playing with someone else who isn’t you. It took you WEEKS to have them allow you to play and now here sat a man in YOUR spot playing with them as they laugh and smile at the man.

There in your place sat a man you knew you had never seen before. There sat the King of Curses himself, Ryomen Sukuna.

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carlosfruitsnacks · 1 year

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heyyy hello hello,

so I thought of a really cute ideaaa and I have been hooked on it since.

so you know how camilo always goes for seconds for food?, But like- what if he goes for seconds for kisses tooooo

like after you gave him a smooch he like- follows you till u give him another one?

"second smooches"

summary:

— Camilo is known to always have seconds for food but when you come around he's always asking for second smooches

genre:

— fluff

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— hiiiii omg i'm sorry if this request was hella late but i hope you like itttt

Whenever there was a celebration or fiesta being held in Encanto, the Madrigals were often invited. Mostly it's because they're one of the most powerful families in the entire town but instead, it's because they were incredibly lovely and good company. The Madrigals are known to be extremely bubbly and kindhearted so there wouldn't be a reason why someone would not invite them in the first place.

However, there is one particular member of the Madrigals that would consistently remain in everyone's memory. Aside from the eye-catching yellow ruana that he's often wearing and his dashingly charming presence and looks, the Madrigal is famously known to have a huge appetite. Especially during events that offered a ton of food.

Enter Camilo Madrigal, the second child of Pepa and Félix Madrigal, and one of Alma Madrigal's beloved grandchildren. Gifted with shapeshifting, Camilo wasn't easy to miss in Encanto. He's always helping around town whether it would be assisting townsfolk or playing with the children, he'd always have a helping hand. The locals found the boy extremely cheerful and endearing, Camilo frequently put on a dramatic show with his shapeshifting abilities. His family remarked that he was a natural-born performer.

Being a natural-born performer came with many perks, one of which was having a line of suitors and admirers. It was no denying that Camilo struck the hearts of many in Encanto, one could possibly find it hard not to fall for the Madrigal. Although despite having a hundred others waiting in line, Camilo only fell for one person.

It was one of the Madrigals' fiesta, of course, everyone was welcome to attend. There was music blaring and people dancing, others were talking, and the remaining went to get a bite to eat. Camilo was in the last category. His tía Julieta made sure to cook more than needed for people who had strong appetites like him. As he happily loaded his plate with seconds of food while his mouth watered, he happened to catch someone walking by.

And for the first time, Camilo stopped drooling over the food to look who it was.

It happened so quickly. His eyes meet [Eye Color] ones, his jaw went slack, and the beating of his heart went miles per second. It was you walking by with a generous amount of food on your plate, but he didn't pay attention to it. He was distracted by the way you were giving him a toothy smile.

"Coming back for seconds or should I say thirds?"

You mused at him. Camilo gulped, his face felt so tingly and warm but he knew what this feeling was. He chuckled and ran a hand on the nape of his neck.

"Being everyone's favorite performer sure does make me hungry"

"I figured. I'm [Name] [Surname] by the way"

"Camilo Madrigal"

Camilo confidently went in to grab your hand and kiss it. All of a sudden, he shapeshifts into you as if it would impress you. With a laugh, you grabbed his hand.

"Everyone knows the shapeshifter but I'm dying to know who he is beyond it"

"Then be my guest, amor"

It was that fateful fiesta that the two of you fell for each other. Camilo felt lucky to have met someone who appreciated him for him and not just his shapeshifting gift. After a couple of dates and dinner with both of your families, you and Camilo became official.

You and he became the constant talk of the town, both negative and positive. Not that it bothered you, all it mattered was that you were in love with Camilo. And Camilo cared less what the locals would say about you and him, he only focused on you.

The Madrigals have discovered something new about the shapeshifter after he started dating you. Not only does he go for seconds with food but with kisses from you. Dolores was the first to see it. Her brother was giggling with his lover after they gave him a kiss.

"Can I have another kiss, mi amor?"

He asked and you leaned in to give him another, he was giggling all over that it made Dolores roll her eyes and hide a chuckle. Mirabel also witnessed the act, she practically saw you and Camilo making out two times. Safe to say she almost gagged. Lastly, Bruno happened to walk in Camilo begging for second smooches in the kitchen.

"¡Por favor mi querida! Just one kiss"

"Mayber later, Camilo. Oh, hi Bruno"

"...Uh, I'll just head out and clean my rats"

Camilo was obviously the PDA type and you love him enough to grant his wishes for second kisses but you have the modesty to hold back, especially when there are a lot of people present.

On this particular day, Camilo was busy with his chores so he hadn't made any time to see you. But after diligently finishing all of his duties, he literally sprinted to your house to see you. The moment he knocked on the door and you opened it, he threw himself into your arms.

"¡Te he echado tanto de menos, [Name]!"

"It's been only hours but it feels like you're seeing me after a century"

"It felt like it"

You only laughed at your boyfriend's dramatic antics as you invited him inside. The two of you hang out in your room, talking and cuddling. Camilo was busy telling you random stories about his day as you contentedly listened to him blabbering. After that, Camilo started giving you that look. He was giving you puppy dog eyes and a pout.

"[Name]?"

"Yes, my darling?"

Camilo giggled and puckered his lips and you knew what he wants. You shake your head and lean in to give him a small kiss on the lips. His mood bursts with energy after you kissed him. Suddenly, your parents call for you downstairs and you had to pause the cuddling session. Camilo followed you down the stairs as you were instructed to do some quick chores. The shapeshifter followed you around the house like a lost puppy until he gave you that look again.

"Not now, Camilo"

"Pleaaaase?"

"Later, after I finish my chores"

The boy didn't quit following you all over the place nor dropping that pouty look. As you finished your chores, Camilo excitedly bounced over to you with gleaming eyes. You put your hand on your hip and shook your head.

"You really won't stop until you get second smooches?"

"Never. I'll follow you to the end of the world if it means I get my second smooches"

"Ay, you're so stubborn, Camilo"

With that, you grant him his second smooches and he literally jumps all over the place, honestly, you wouldn't get tired of giving him a second round of kissing if it means seeing him this happy and adorable.

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syyskirjat · 2 months

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Sueños de piedra (ch1)

Okay, I promised (to myself) to check out whatever media won the ultimate obscure blorbo tournament ( @who-do-i-know-this-man (I wasn't sure whether to tag you or not but in the end I figured I might as well, hope you don't mind I guess))

Turns out that it's a guy from a 2015 Spanish YA fantasy book

And turns out there's a free sample available! Which is lucky for me because I'm currently very broke

Sueños de piedra by Iria G. Parente and Selene M. Pascual

I don't speak Spanish so I'm gonna rely on the translator quite a lot lmao (well I understand some Spanish actually, but definitely not enough to read a whole book)

The title translates to something like "Dreams of Stone" I think?

Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away, a prince rewarded a wizard for helping rescue a young girl in trouble. Charming. Too bad none of this is true. In reality, the prince dreams of glory and revenge; the magician, with her spells not always being a disaster and the young woman in trouble, with fleeing from a past that torments her... and from the memory of the man she has killed. Once upon a time...

(Yes this is just Google Translate, sorry)

Okay so, prince, magician and a damsel in distress? Prince wants revenge for something, who knows what, magician is having trouble doing the magic, and the damsel is in fact a killer? Ok ok

The dedication goes as follows:

To all those who embark on a direct journey towards their dreams every day. May you always reach your destination.

Okay so Marabilia is a place? That's apparently also the name of this book series. Is this like the kingdom then? So it consists of three islands, two small ones and one big? Or is it supposed to be a continent? It definitely seems too small to be a continent

I know the blorbo is called Arthmael de Silfos so I'm guessing he's from the Silfos area in the north of the big island then. I can see what's probably a city called Duan and a forest called "Merlon Forest". We also have different towers around the big island, one of which seems to be called the Tower of Black Magic. (I didn't even need to use the translator for those yay xD)

Okay the first chapter is called Arthmael so I guess we're meeting our blorbo already, which is nice

— Let me make it clear: are you going to give my crown to a bastard?

Okay..... the very first line and I already think Arthmael might be a bit of a spoiled brat (I assume he's in fact the prince)

Apparently Arthmael just found out that he has an illegitimate older brother but I guess this brother's mother is noble anyway so it's legit? I dunno yet. Arthmael thinks this guy is blackmailing his father somehow and is already considering poison as a solution

And anyway, what kind of a name is Jacques for a king?

lmao, so much shade to all the kings called Jacques

Okay so Jacques's family is very powerful and loved by the people of Silfos and the king fears a civil war if he disrespects his claim to the throne. Alright. Kinda weird since based on Arthmael's thoughts, this society has a similar attitude to bastards as in European history, but okay then. I wonder if Jacques is even actually the king's son or is this some kind of a ruse?

Arthmael is very cheeky and even references his dad's love life directly to his face, his dad is not very happy

The king tells him to just be a good boy and hopefully they'll find him some crown princess to marry so he'll get a kingdom that way

I guess these different areas on the map are kingdoms then, that makes sense. They look like very small kingdoms but this is a small place in general.

Arthmael doesn't seem to mind this idea except that there's only one possible princess like that in Marabilia and that's Ivy de Dione. Not sure what's wrong with her.

Well, who knows? Maybe, if I wait a few moons, some other bastard, in Verves or Idyll, will come out from under a rock and come offer me her hand.

Somebody's very snarky, that's cute

Arthmael is very haughty about how the people have always known him as the crown prince and accepted him as such, Jacques laughs and asks what has he even done for the people. He's like well he hasn't really done much yet because he was planning to do things once he became king, but he's been supporting the local business (taverns) and employing servants (lmao). Also apparently there are some girls he's seeing...

Apparently Jacques's family are big traders and business people (despite being noblemen) and create lots of jobs, and also big on charity, so everybody loves them

Arthmael is jealous of how proud his dad looks when Jacques says this, and how he's never looked at him like that

Well, I guess you're kind of a little shit so it makes sense, Arthmael

— If the smartest thing is to become the idol of a few starving people in order to be king, I can do it too.

Oh my god, this little brat

He declares that he's going to be a hero, to overshadow the charity of Jacques' family, because heroes are remembered by history while philanthropist aren't

So he plans to become a storybook Prince Charming, saving damsels in distress etc.

Jacques finds this understandably hilarious, the king is not amused

Once Jacques leaves, the king again offers to arrange a marriage to Arthmael, specifically with the princess of Dione

I'm almost tempted. I have never been to Dione, but they say that their ships are the lightest and fastest, and that sailors come to their shores from the other side of the sea, speaking strange languages that only they understand. Who come from lands where women wear short dresses, if they wear anything at all. Places where war is so normal that, as soon as a child is strong enough to pick up a sword, they push him to the front lines.

Alright then, I see what he fixates on

Was there anything wrong with the princess then or?

Barbarians. I remove the thought from my mind.

Oh okay. What a charming young man /s

Dione is like right next to Silfos according to the map btw, is this like one of those neighbourly feuds?

Okay he says it's because he doesn't want a foreign kingdom, he wants to keep his home, which is fair I guess

The king is like what do you want me to do, kill Jacques and his pregnant wife? And Arthmael is just like yeah great idea, because he's a dumbass. The king is like wtf

Apparently Jacques' family is from that Duan city that I noted earlier, and his mother died a few days ago and apparently "her loss is greatly felt"

The king regrets spoiling Arthmael too much, and talks about how Arthmael doesn't understand anything about suffering or anything and only cares about girls

Arthmael is already considering faking his death to make them all feel sorry, because of course he is, he's exactly that kind of guy

He says he doesn't want to go try to charm the princess, he'd rather just go off on his own (also there's a whole bit about how only a man can rule Dione or something and the king of Dione won't accept his daughter to become a ruler)

His dad tells him no, just stay here and be a good boy, don't make everybody gossip about drama in the royal family

Arthmael is like hey you managed to hide your bastard son for years, you can hide my disappearance

They fight a bit more but then Arthmael just storms out, grabs a few things from his room and leaves

a change of clothes, a bag of coins, my sword, and my favourite cloak. I do not need anything else.

Okay then, good luck I guess

To be a hero you only need a brave heart. Or so they say.

I feel like you also need to not be a selfish prick but maybe that's optional

Okay end of first chapter!

Our blorbo seems like a real brat!

But I guess the point is probably that he needs to learn some lessons along the way, or something like that, idk. I'm sure there's a reason for why whoever entered him into the tournament likes him so much

I'm guessing the damsel in distress is not the princess? Probably? She wasn't called a princess anyway. TBH she's the character I'm currently the most curious about. The next chapter is from the point of view of someone called Lynne and I hope that's her. Could be the magician too though I guess? No wait, I think the magician is a guy. Altho idk maybe Lynne could be a guy's name, I don't fucking know.

I'm guessing that Arthmael will try to rescue the damsel so he can be a hero, because that's what heroes are supposed to do, but then it'll go wrong somehow? And then the magician will get involved somehow, I have no clue.

That's all my predictions I suppose. Altho I'm guessing that Jacques might turn out to be a villain somehow, I didn't get the vibe that he was particularly great either, just not as much of a brat as Arthmael, and it would then be something for Arthmael to do when he gets back home. Then again maybe the book will surprise me, who knows. To be honest, it would feel a bit like a cop out if it turns out that the guy he hates actually is evil, but it could be handled well, and it's not like I like Jacques either so far. He seems extremely sus too

No guesses as to what the title refers to yet, it could be anything

Idk, like I said, the damsel's storyline is the one that interests me the most rn, it might actually get me to read further (good job, blurb, you got me)

I still have a surprisingly good amount of the free sample left, there's actually nine chapters here, so idk, maybe I'll keep going? We'll see

I'm pretty happy with how much I was able to follow the text even on my own, altho I definitely had to rely on the translator. I would not have had the patience to try to translate all of this myself. But I definitely understood multiple full sentences! Yaaay xD

Apologies to fans of this book series, I hope I didn't seem too rude

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"Colourful Pills"

"Colourful Pills" (in case you can't read the colours, sorry I got creative)

Recom Mansk x Recom Y/N

Masterlist

There are two versions of Mansk:

1. The quiet, soft and whipped one. He acts like this when he has a genuine crush and has fallen hard.

2. Mansk is cocky and confident, keeping up his badass and intimidating image. He may find you attractive but he isn’t in love.

(this is a friends with benefits arrangement)

Summary: Mansk has been your best friend for many years. When you go into heat, he is a good friend and there to help you :)

WARNINGS: SMUT, foul language, oral f. receiving, penetration, mating (with tsaheylu), heat fucking

Word Count: 6936

Mansk and I worked in the same department as humans. During the battle, we were sent out into the field at different times so we didn’t know we lost each other.

I woke up first with Walker, Ja and Lopez. They had to wake us up in smaller groups in case something went wrong. Once we were dressed we were dismissed to take our new bodies for a ‘test run’. Walker and I went to the cafeteria to help some soldiers move heavy furniture. We were often assigned tasks like these because the RDA decided to take advantage of our height and strength.

The others were woken up after us and the second group came through the door which consisted of Prager, Brown, Warren and Mansk.

I was holding up a huge cupboard by pressing it against my back to keep it from falling while the human soldiers worked on removing something from the wall behind it. Walker was standing nearby while Ja was sitting and just watched.

“Ay, welcome back group 2.” Ja joked and Lopez grinned, getting up to greet his previous friends.

After that was out the way they turned to Walker and me who were now both holding up the furniture.

“Who are they?” Brown asked. It was difficult to recognise a face in Na’vi form. Especially when we had our backs turned to them.

“Walker and Y/N.” Lopez said, smiling when he saw how we were struggling.

Mansk’s ears perked up when he heard your name. You had died? But more importantly, you were alive now? You were a part of the recom team?

He looked between the two Na’vi females and recognised you by your movements and hair. Yep, it was you.

I turn around, pushing the cupboard upright by pressing my back into it again. Mansk had seen my face now and was relieved and happy to see me.

My eyes meet his and I freeze.

“Mansk?” I call out, wondering whether it was him.

“You know her?” Prager asked and Mansk looked at his feet, grinning to himself in slight pride before walking to me. He knew the girl they were all watching.

My mouth drops open and I straighten my posture, taking a step forward.

“Y/N don’t let it go!” Walker shouts almost crumbling beneath the weight herself. I flinch and quickly turn around, helping her push it back up all the way.

“God damn, it almost crushed us.” She says, wiping her forehead. I laugh lightly and apologise before turning back to my friend I’ve known for years.

“Hey.” he said, smiling at me and glancing at the cupboard.

“I didn’t know you-”

“Yeah, I thought it might be a good idea.” Mansk says and I smile. “I didn’t know you signed up for the programme either.” he says to me.

“Well, why not? Don’t have much to lose, so.” I say with a chuckle and his smile widens.

From then on things went smoothly. Mansk and I felt comfortable with each other because we knew each other for so long. We sat together during meal times whenever one of us wasn’t already crowded up by other recom’s and we would mess around during training sessions.

One day, the Colonel called all the recom’s into one of the lab rooms for some type of lesson or meeting. I followed Lyle who knew where to go. We were already a few minutes late because one of the doors didn’t react to our keycard. Mansk was walking behind me as we rushed past people and through hallways.

Since many soldiers and other workers had never seen real Na’vi before in their lives, seeing the recom’s was interesting to them. When you would all walk somewhere, most people stopped what they were doing to watch. That was the case now as well and everyone moved out of our way.

Mansk’s newly sensitive ears would catch a few comments some people dropped and since he was walking behind you he would see how mainly male soldiers would watch you go by and then joke or say something inappropriate.

When he walked by he glared at them, stepping into their space to make them flinch out of the way. Once, he even snarled at a soldier and was surprised at how naturally it came to him. It just made him angry to see people ogle you. Especially because you were his friend.

Lyle opened the door and we three stepped in, seeing the other recom’s already gathered around a large beamed-up display screen. There were two humans in lab coats getting a presentation started.

The Colonel flashed a glare at Lyle for us being late before we went and stood by them. I walked over to Z-Dog who was also closest to me and Mansk was pulled to Prager and Lopez by Prager and Lopez so that he was roughly standing behind me.

The two people started talking and it seemed they were explaining our bodies to us again. We had been informed of the main parts before we signed up to become recom’s but it seems they had more to add.

About 20 minutes in I was starting to lose interest until one of them opened a small carton box and pulled out pills which were definitely not for humans to swallow.

“Also, uh- you three, “ One of them says, motioning to Walker, Z-Dog and me. “...will need to take these.” he says, holding up the yellow and green pills which look completely abnormal. Then he claps his hands and closes the presentation.

Z and I exchange confused looks. He didn’t say why.

“Okay, that’s it for today-”

“Why do we need them?” I ask, putting my weight on one leg while looking at him with crossed arms. He stops mid-sentence and looks at me, seeming almost nervous.

“Well- it’s complicated…” he says, looking at his work partner for help who is now avoiding eye contact with us.

“I wanna know what it is before I take it.” I add and Walker nods, not seeming particularly happy.

I hear the Colonel sigh and see him pinch the bridge of his nose if our noses even have those anymore. Maybe it was just a force of habit.

“Y/N if I tell you te’ swallow those pills, you’re gonna swallow ‘em. Understood?” he asked and I uncrossed my arms.

“Yes, sir.” I reply, looking away but the human intervenes.

“No, it’s okay.” he says.

“Completely understandable.” the other adds on.

He takes a deep breath. “You see, the Na’vi have certain seasonal behaviour.” he says and I listen, wondering where the fuck this is going.

“That includes mating season.” he says and my smirk drops from my face. Oh no. Now I regret asking. Z looks at me and chuckles, seeing how mortified I look.

“Female Na’vi go into ‘heat’ and since that season is approaching you need to take these.” he says, motioning back to the pills. I’m speechless and it seems everyone else is too. Everyone but the Colonel, who seemed to already know that.

“Otherwise you won’t be able to work properly.” he says, seeming relieved it was over and how well he handled it. Z nudges me playfully and I slap her hand away, acknowledging my mistake of asking.

“What’es that mean?” a recom a bit further away asks and the scientist sighs, seeming to regret their career choices.

“ ‘Means Y/N will be uncontrollably horny if she doesn’t listen.” Z happily answers, sparing the human the trauma.

“More like painfully horny.” Walker adds and chuckles.

A few chuckles erupt around us and I clutch my face in my hand. I can feel someone’s eyes burning into me from behind but I refuse to turn around because I’m too embarrassed.

“Just take them.” The person says, handing me a packet before giving them to Z and Walker.

“Yes.” I mumble, examining and inspecting the pills from a closer angle.

“How do we stop it if we forget to take ‘em?” Walker asks as the human returns to the front.

“You can’t. The only other solution is, uh- mating.” he replies, adjusting his glasses and Walker wheezes. Z laughs at her reaction.

“Like, male and female?” I ask and Quaritch groans in frustration because he feels like he’s taking care of hormonal teenagers.

Yet only we three had the courage to ask.

“Yes, male and female.” the scientist reassures.

“Hm.” I hum and Z glances at me.

“Ask it now or I will.” she says, nudging my elbow again but I refuse, not wanting this to come up in conversation. Z-Dog however is ruthless and couldn’t care less.

“What about female and female.” she looks at the scientist with a grin, resting an arm on my shoulder. I glance up at him and he seems nervous again. A recom snorts behind us and Quaritch has given up on his team.

“Uh- no that won’t work.” he says, no longer looking into our eyes.

Z pretends to be heartbroken with the goal of further embarrassing me.

“Damn, Y/N I thought we could have fun.” she pouts.

“Shut up right now.” I whisper my threat, trying to hold back laughter. Walker is fighting her laugh too. Z’s smirk turns into a bigger grin before she nods, letting me be.

The meeting is over and I’m one of the first people to exit the room, heading straight to our dormitories.

Someone jogs to catch up with me and I glance at them, noticing it’s Mansk. Oh god.

“Hey, where you runnin’ off to?” he asks with a breathy laugh.

“Away from Zdinarsk.” I say, groaning and running my hand over my face. He laughs as we walk before his gaze falls to the pills I’m holding.

“Can I see?” Mansk asks and I nod, handing him the odd-looking medication.

“Well, at least you won’t lose ‘em.” he jokes, hinting to their absurd colour and I chuckle before he gives them back. “Yeah.”

We reach our rooms and he pats my back. “You better take ‘em otherwise I’ll have to be fighting off the others for you.” Mansk jokes, his eyes gazing into mine as he rests his hands in his pockets. I smile and nod.

“I’m not gonna risk it.” I say and he nods.

“See you around.” Mansk replies with a smile and a light wave before walking to his room which was only a few doors down. I go inside to my shared room with Z and place the pills on the table.

The next few days are normal but on the fourth day after the meeting, I woke up feeling really thirsty. My mouth is dry but somehow it is salivating at the same time. I sit up, looking down at my body only to realise I had kicked the blanket off of me while sleeping. My skin felt really warm and my head was a little fuzzy.

I gasp, remembering the heat cycle. I get on my knees, holding on to the railing of the bunk bed and look underneath me only to find that Z-Dog was already gone. My heart sank even more and I quickly check the time. Shit. I overslept. Not just a little, it was already LATE AFTERNOON!

Climbing down the ladder I groan, pissed off the Z didn’t wake me. But maybe I was sleeping so tightly she couldn’t.

The pills…

That didn’t matter that much though because my body was burning up and I needed to take the pills.

They weren’t on the table anymore. I stand there, blankly staring at the spot I had left them in. Maybe Z thought they were hers? Or she took them on purpose to annoy me. Whatever she had done, it was bad and I was having a crisis. I dig through our bags and underneath our blankets, pillows and mattresses but there is nothing. No sign of them at all.

Okay plan B, find Z-Dog and get them back.

I put my hand on the doorknob before freezing. My eyes scan my body before I look back up and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Clothes.” I mumble, almost forgetting. But there was no time to get dressed in uniform so I just threw a t-shirt I found on a chair over me, keeping on my sleeping bra and shorts.

“Go find Z.” I mumble, rubbing my forehead. I don’t know why I was speaking my thoughts out loud but it helped me organise them.

I close the door behind me, speedwalking down the corridor before my body is punched with the feeling of thirst once again. It’s so extreme that I’m panting.

“Water...” I mumble, hastily looking around. The plan of finding Z is gone now.

Perfect! Mansk’s room is right here. He’ll have water if he’s there. Without another single little thought going through my ‘heat drunk’ and clouded mind, I’m already knocking on his door. I raise my knuckles and knock again, calling out his name and before I can let my hand rattle his door once more he opens it, seeming confused as to why the knocking was so urgent.

“Y/N?” he asks, standing in the doorway but I can’t even greet him I just push past Mansk and walk inside his room. He seems surprised but amused and closes the door behind him, turning to me.

I’m mumbling and chanting ‘water’ as I look for a water bottle or a can with any drink in it.

“What are you doin’?” he asks, smirking at me and my weird behaviour.

“I’m thirsty.” I say as if it were the most obvious thing on the planet.

“Right. And you ran out of water?” he asks, stepping closer.

“No?” I reply. It hadn’t crossed my mind to go back to my room for water.

Mansk doesn’t question it further and fishes a bottle out of his bag, handing it to me. I quickly grab the plastic, gulping down the water and panting once it’s done. Why am I still panting? It should be gone by now.

“Damn. Are you okay?” he asked and I stared blankly for two seconds before looking at him and shaking my head.

“I need to find Zdinarsk.” I say, putting the empty bottle down. “Help me find her please, it’s urgent.” I say, walking to the door but only making it halfway before my body tenses up and I’m instinctively pressing my legs together.

Mansk seems agitated by something. He unclasps his hands from tightly balled fists before looking back up at me. “What happened?” he asked, sounding normal which made me forget his odd behaviour. Not that mine was any more normal.

“I forgot to take my pills.” I mumble, palming my forehead before nervously looking at him as if he had a solution. Mansk chuckles, thinking I’m joking. How could someone lose such brightly coloured meds?

“Yeah, you lose your uniform too?” he playfully said back, grinning a little. I stared at him helplessly. I needed these pills now.

“Mansk I’m serious. I can’t find them and I think Z-Dog has them-” I say, bending over and leaning my arms on my knees while I pant for air.

The smirk falls right from Mansk’s face as he watches me carefully, studying my every move and my behaviour.

“We need to-” I say, gulping and then gasping for air. “... find her, before I…” I say trailing off and standing upright, now looking at the ceiling. Sweat beads were forming on my skin and I felt my core throbbing. But I tried ignoring it as best I could because I didn’t want to make it weird for Mansk.

“You sayin’ you didn’t take the meds?” he asks, wrapping a hand around the edge of a chair and squeezing it until his knuckles turn white. His ears are strained back and his tail starts swaying a little more wildly. Similar to the way mine is acting which I only notice now.

“No, I couldn’t find-”

“And you came here?” he asks, raising his voice a little. I look up at him and he notices how glossy my eyes have become.

“I didn’t know where else to go-” I reply almost in a sob, my voice breaking. Suddenly I feel overly emotional.

“I thought you could help me.” I say, sniffling. Mansk tilts his head to the side a little and I notice how tense he is.

“Help?” he repeats.

“Find Z so I can get the pills back and-” I whine, wrapping an arm around my waist. It was starting to ache between my legs and it was becoming extremely hard to ignore.

“Y/N the pills won’t help now.” He tells me and my ears perk forward.

What does he mean? How would they not?

“But the doctor said-”

“You have to take them before you… feel like this. Not during it.” Mansk states and I stare at him wide-eyed. That’s it then I’m done for.

“They said it while you were leavin’.” he added, mumbling the last part.

I whimper, hugging my waist and crouching down. What do I do now?

Mansk is watching me, fighting the urge to come to help me.

The second you walked past him and into his room, he could smell your strong and sweet scent. It filled his nostrils and now it was all he could smell. It was addicting to him, luring him towards you so he had to resist for the sake of your friendship. But seeing you fight it like that made him feel bad.

“It hurts…” I sob, my hands trembling a little. Never in my life have I experienced a feeling this intense. Nothing could compare to the cravings I had for the filthiest things I could imagine.

“That bad, huh?” Mansk asks, taking a few steps towards me and I nod through a sniffle.

It would make Mansk a bad friend if he wouldn’t offer to help you. Not that he was pushing himself to do so. In fact, he was holding himself back from just doing what his own instincts told him to do. But you were important to him and he could never leave you hanging like this in misery. Mansk was able to give you what you needed and he was also more than happy to do so.

“I can help you with that.” he offered, towering over my bent-over form. I look up through now teary eyes. The sight makes his stomach twist with excitement.

Slowly I get up, pushing myself off my knees so that I’m standing in front of him.

He was looking at me seriously and I could tell he wasn’t joking or making fun of me.

“Help me?” I ask, completely dumbfounded and he nods, not tearing his eyes away from mine. I notice how much darker his have become.

“How?” I ask, just wanting to make sure we mean the same thing.

The corners of his lips turned upwards slightly as he admired my widely blown eyes nervously flickering and scanning his face.

“Y/N what is it you want right now?” he asks, placing a finger beneath my chin to make me look at him. “What do you need?”

My lips part slightly as I feel the urge to answer but the answer is right in front of me. Since I’m too much mentally gone, I just truthfully answer.

“You.” I whisper, oddly feeling no shame. Mansk looks very pleased with my answer.

“How bad?” he teases, swiping his thumb over my wet lips.

I shivered, closing my eyes at the sensation for a second before looking back at him.

“So bad…” I whisper, trying to stay composed but then I break. My eyebrows furrow and I whimper, clenching my thighs together. “Mansk I need you so much…”

He wasn’t expecting you to be so desperate but it definitely turned him on by that much more. Now he was horny too and he felt his dick twitch at your words.

“Fuck, babygirl you gon’ have me actin’ up if you keep doin’ that.” he smirked, admiring how flushed my cheeks have become.

“You want me?” he asks, wanting to make sure one last time before you both overstep the boundary of your friendship.

“Let me take care of you.” he whispers, leaning down and pulling my body flush against his. His hand wraps around the back of my neck as he pulls my face to his and our lips are firmly pressed against each other. I immediately melt into him, accepting everything he’s giving me.

“Yes.” I cry out, throwing my head back and he grins.

I tightly clench my fingers around the cloth of his tanktop, humming into the kiss and he growls.

Mansk’s hands are planted on my back, pulling me further into him as they trace down lower. Suddenly, he slides them down and gropes the flesh of my ass. I moan into the kiss and he takes advantage of that and lets his tongue explore my mouth.

Mansk doesn’t keep you waiting for long though. He knows how bad you have it and quite frankly, seeing you like this has him becoming desperate for you too. But he will make sure you get what you need before he takes care of himself.

We pull away for air and Mansk keeps his eyes locked with mine.

“What you need from me, sweat’eart?” he asks, now breathing heavier too.

I know what I want him to do but I’m still scared of making him uncomfortable.

He smiles when you look away, noticing how shy you are even in this state. Mansk liked it. Mainly because you were always cocky and teasing around him. Finally, he got to see this side of you and it did things to him.

“C’mon pretty, tell me and I’ll do it.” he cooed softly, cupping my cheek in a comforting way as he leaned in a little closer so that he could watch my every reaction.

“Touch me…” I say but it comes out sounding like a squeak. Mansk groans through his clenched jaw, balling his fist up tightly again but this time in the cloth of my loose t-shirt. This is really putting all his self-control to the test.

“Where?” He asks, wanting you to be precise so he can please you as best he can. That was really Mansk’s main priority right now. But he saw how your hot tears were threatening to spill and felt a little bad about making you spell it out for him.

“Anywhere.” I whine, looking up at him with big eyes which are clearly asking for help while I sniffle.

That’s all your best friend needs to hear. It’s also all he can stand and listen to because now he was no longer able to restrain himself from touching you.

His hands rested on the side of my lower waist and he gently guided me backwards until my knees were pushed against the bed.

He smiled to reassure me and I sat down on his mattress. He leaned down on his arms and connected our lips once again before tapping my thigh and signalling me to move over. I listened while my own stomach twisted in excitement and anticipation.

He straightened his posture and his arms reached behind his back before he tugged his own top over his head. I couldn’t tear my eyes from him. He looked perfect in every goddamn way. Everything on him looked sculpted and so attractive I wanted to worship and touch his body.

But that wasn’t happening. At least not today because Mansk was here to help you.

He leaned down, placing a knee on the bed and making the mattress dip before he crawled over to me. I had my head resting on his pillow and he smirked down at me.

Never would he have thought he would have you like this. And all to himself too.

When the heat cycle was mentioned, Mansk immediately felt protective again. He would make sure no one would get especially close to you, other than himself of course. You were close friends so there wouldn’t be any suspicions.

His large, warm hands travel up my waist and with them he slowly pushes up the fabric of my shirt, making the cloth crinkle until it reaches above my chest. I lean forward and he helps me take it off so that I’m only left in my bra and shorts I wear to bed.

“You’re so pretty, baby.” he mumbles, kissing down the warm skin of my neck. My hands find his bare torso and I trace his skin, exploring and feeling as much of him as I can. I’d seen him shirtless before during training but this was so much more intimate.

He notices the way I shiver at his words, taking note of how his praise affects me. He’d use that to his advantage later.

All fabric on my skin is now bothering me and finally, my knight in shining armour helps me by peeling my bra off. I sigh, feeling more comfortable with every piece of clothing being discarded.

The sight makes his confident self falter for a few seconds. He always knew you were attractive. That was part of the reason he looked out for you so much too. Obviously, he cared for you but he knew that your looks often lured in the wrong kind of attention and he saw it as his duty to protect you from those kinds of people.

But you weren’t just pretty or hot anymore, you were beautiful to him.

Mansk leaned down, needing to touch you as much as you needed to be touched right now.

He resumed his kisses, peppering them down my skin which made butterflies come to life inside me. I ran my fingers through his hair as he kisses down the valley of my chest. One of his hands came up from resting next to me and he gently massaged my breast, paying attention to my every sigh and hitched breath.

His ears would perk forward at every sound and movement you made and his tail was giving away his own excitement. But he still ignored it, using you as a focal point.

I squirmed beneath him, craving more. “Mansk…” I breathe out and it encourages him to move on further.

His hands trace down my sides until they reach the last remaining fabric on my body. Mansk’s fingertips hook underneath the waistband of my shorts and I lift my hips up. He interprets this as a clear indication of consent and pulls them down my legs, making sure my tail doesn’t get tangled in them.

I was now completely bare in front of him and I heard Mansk sigh. His body relaxed as he stared down at me, admiring every curve and wrinkle on my body.

“God, you look so beautiful.” he breathes out his compliment but it almost sounds like a curse escaping his lips. As if he was losing himself more every second he used, gazing at you.

“Mansk, please-” I whine, surprising myself by raising one of my legs and opening them for him.

He was speechless. Previously he had stated that he loved your shy side. But you showing yourself to him like that was the hottest thing he has ever seen and Mansk was officially pussy drunk.

“Fuck.” he breathed out, moving further down the bed so he could properly look at you. His hands slide up my thighs and he gently parts them even further, being completely hypnotised by you. Your scent was the strongest it has ever been and he could now properly see how wet you were. Wet was an understatement at this point. You were wet when you woke up. Now you were dripping.

The slick had covered your entire pussy and had already spread down the insides of your thighs a little.

Mansk’s lips were parted and his mouth was salivating a lot at the sight gracing his eyes. He watches how your core was faintly pulsing, clenching around nothing and that’s when he finally understood how badly you needed his help.

“What were you expectin’? Comin’ in here all worked up like this, huh?” he asked me, grinning as he lowered himself down on the mattress. I didn’t know how to answer and once I felt his breath fanning against my core, I couldn’t think straight. Mansk smirked before he wrapped an arm around my thigh. His fingers of his other hand gathered up the slick that drizzled down my thigh and he rubbed it back on my folds, finally touching me.

I inhale sharply, letting my eyes flutter closed as I feel his fingers on me. He glides them through my folds before wrapping that arm around my other thigh. A few seconds, nothing happens and I go to lift my head but then I feel his hot tongue lick a long stripe from my aching hole to my clit and I let it drop back into the pillows, moaning.

“Oh my god-” I breathe out and it sounds like music to Mansk. All self-control is now out of the window and Mansk just dives in between my legs with an open mouth. His tongue is licking every part of me it can access while he keeps his lips pressed against me.

I cry out, resting one of my hands on his head while I bite down on my fist. I don’t want to be too loud in case someone is walking past the door.

Mansk continues eating me out, flicking his tongue wildly, mixing his saliva with my slick. I’m already trembling and then he traces my entrance with it, lapping up any wetness he can still get before he pulls away and inserts a finger into me. I tense around it, finally feeling some sense of relief.

He doesn’t stop and starts thrusting his long digit in and out of me before adding a second one. I’m arching my back off the bed while Mansk is intrigued with how the slick has coated his fingers already.

I’m so sensitive, especially to his touch that it doesn’t take long until I feel my orgasm approaching.

“Mansk-” I choke out, gasping for breath. “I’m so close.” I whimper. He purrs happily against me, wanting me to cum all over his fingers.

The intense vibrations his body elicits, sending them through him from his lips make me lose my mind. His lips wrap around my clit and he’s licking and sucking it while thrusting his fingers into me at a faster pace.

I almost scream his name and within seconds I’m cumming. My legs shake and my thighs clench around his head which he loves. He digs the fingertips of his free hand into the flesh of my thighs, relishing in the feeling of me holding him in place. I’m a moaning mess, gripping the sheets around me for dear life as I clench around his fingers.

Mansk helps me ride out my orgasm, not letting his pace or movements falter for even a split second.

Finally, my body slumps back down against the mattress and Mansk slowly stills his movements, cleaning me up with his tongue one last time before pulling away and smirking up at me. His lips were glossy from me and his tongue darted out, licking them clean too.

“How’d that feel?” he asked, knowing it was good. Mansk just needed your reassurance.

“Holy shit-” I say, breathing heavily while my chest is heaving like crazy. “So good.”

His smirk turns into a devilish grin as he crawls back over me and places a soft kiss on my cheek.

“You feel better?” he asked, wondering whether that solved it. But it didn’t. As the scientist said, only mating would make it go away.

“A little bit.” I answer, leaning up against my elbows so I can look at him better. Mansk pulls away, sitting back on his knees.

“It still hurt?” he asked me with curiosity. I saw how strained his pants were and I knew that that was the solution and answer to it all.

“Mansk I need you.” I whisper, sitting up to be on the same level as him. My words surprise him.

He wasn’t sure whether it was okay for him to be intimate with you feeling like this. He didn’t want to take advantage of you.

“You sure you wanna go all the way?” he asked me as if it wasn’t what I’d been needing this whole time.

“Yes.” I answer, giving him a pleading look. “Please…” I add when I notice he isn’t entirely convinced.

Mansk would love to do that more than anything but you meant so much to him he would never forgive himself if he hurt you or had you do something you would regret later. Luckily, the begging did it for him and he complied.

“You want my dick?” he asked, the worry clearly fading as an amused smile painted his face again.

“So much.” I reply while leaning back down. He’s hovering over me again, scanning my features.

Seeing you all desperate for him makes his dick twitch in his pants. He nods, pushing himself up and undoing his belt with one hand. Something about that was really attractive and I watched with wide eyes.

His eyes are fixed on my face and his confidence is fueled by the way I’m watching him strip. Mansk notices the goosebumps rising on my skin and he softly chuckles, dropping his head before finally pushing his pants down and kicking them away

I gulp. Wow. I was not expecting it to be so fucking… big.

He looked painfully hard. I mean, his dick slapped up against his belly button when he took his pants off and it was still standing. I saw the veins on the underside of his length, making it pulse with how they were pumping blood through him. There was not a single thing I would change about Mansk.

“Don’t worry baby, you’re gonna get it all.” he cooed, his voice sounding a little raspy and much deeper.

He climbed back over me, his arms resting on either side of my head almost caging me in.

“Thank you.” I whispered. I no longer thought about anything I said, it just came out and it made Mansk laugh. He knew my mind was clouded with lust so he didn’t tease me about it but it amused him.

His hips lowered down and pressed up against mine. I instinctively opened my legs and he then stroked my inner thigh.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and my fingertips found his braid. If we were going to do this we needed to do it properly. I gently wrap my hand around it, making Mansk stop his movements as I pull it over his shoulder and between us.

His wide eyes lock with mine and then I pull my own braid forwards.

“You really want to?” he asked, letting me take care of it to make sure I was really up for this.

“Mansk I need this.” I whisper and I watch how his pupils dilate, making his eyes go darker again. “Is it okay?” I ask him, not wanting to rush him into anything.

“More than okay, sweetheart. “ he grinned, nibbling on the skin of my neck again, but this time on the other side. “ ‘Means no one else will get te’ see you like this.” Mansk purred, loving the idea that he wouldn’t have to worry about the others making moves on you anymore. You would be permanently marked as his and no one else could stand a chance.

I smile, pinching the base of my braid and revealing my cord. I do the same with his and slowly bring them together. We form tsaheylu and get used to the feeling of being connected by spending a few minutes just breathing. When we open our eyes and our gazes meet, a lot has changed. Mansk could now feel how much I craved him and the lust in both of us grew.

I spread my legs further, letting him press himself against me and gently grind into me. Our breathing is heavy, light panting filling the room as he pulls his hips away, lining them up so that his tip is pressing up against my entrance.

He looks at me one last time and I nod before he finally starts pushing into me. Pleasure fills us both but he doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out. His abdomen presses against me and he can’t go any further.

I gasp, biting down on my lower lip as he stretches me open. It doesn’t hurt, it just takes some getting used to.

I sigh, relaxing after finally feeling full. Mansk is fighting himself to not move too much but the way you’re so tightly squeezing him is making that a very difficult task for the recom.

“Move, please.” I whisper and relief floods him when he gets the green light. He slowly pulls out and then pushes back in, a little faster and easier this time. The warmth of my pussy and my wetness have already covered his entire length and Mansk is in heaven.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” he growls the next time he pushes in. I whimper, wrapping a leg around his waist to encourage him to go faster. He does. His hips thrust up into me, bottoming out once again and I moan. The noise makes him open his eyes and he keeps the same pace. His hand wraps around the thigh resting on him, holding it close to his body while his hips start rutting into me harder every time.

“Mansk-” I whine. “Don’t stop…”

He growls in response. Our ears are flattened back against our heads and he’s baring his fangs with every pant. Mansk’s eyebrows are knitted together in pleasure and his lower lip is bruised with how hard he’s been biting down on it.

“You’re takin’ me so well baby.” he breathily says, dropping his head down close to me. I live off of his praise and he knows that by the way I clench around him. It has him feeling ecstatic so he continues.

“Bein’ so good f’ere me.” he growls and I whimper, holding onto his shoulder as I feel the pressure build up in my lower abdomen again.

“I’m gon’ fill you up real good, okay?” Mansk says, looking at me for permission and I nod, digging my nails into his back.

Normally I’d never cum from just penetration but now I can feel his pleasure too and my high is so close once again.

“Let go, baby.” he whispers into my ear, pressing his cheek against mine while he feels how close my orgasm is.

My body shakes and with the next few thrusts, I’m cumming again. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I could swear I see stars for a second. My legs clamp around his waist and the feeling makes Mansk lose it. His hips stutter as he plunges into me as deep as possible, riding out our orgasm while he pumps me full of his cum. I feel so full and I wish more than anything in the world that this high would last longer.

Both of us calm down a little, gathering our breath and our senses while Mansk stays tucked away deep inside me. I can feel him throbbing inside me and my limp legs fall from his waist.

Mansk inhales deeply before gently lowering himself down onto my body. I wrap my arms around him while he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck and we calm down in each other’s presence.

“You feel better now?” Mansk asks and I chuckle.

“Much better.” I whisper, raking my fingers through the short hair on his head again.

“Thank you.” I say and he lifts his head and smiles at me.

“Hate to do this to you, but the Colonel expects to see you today. We have work to do.” Mansk says and I groan, rubbing my eyes.

“Right. I forgot.” I mumble as Mansk gently pulls out. Our cords have automatically disconnected now and he slowly got up, handing me my clothes.

“Forgot that too?” he joked and I smirked.

“I swear it wasn’t my fault. Z-Dog has them.” I protest, sitting up and getting dressed.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Wanna make this a bet?” he asks with a smirk.

“Sure.” I reply confidently, making him smile more.

“I win, you give me head. You win, I give it to you again.” he says, leaning against the wall with his pants already on and giving me a devilish look.

“Fine, have fun redoing your part.” I say and he chuckles and nods while we both finish getting dressed and I walk to his door.

“You know this is a win-win situation for me, right?” Mansk grins with his arms folded in front of him and I stop to look at him.

“Same goes here, I’ll see you tonight then.” I say, flashing him a grin as we leave his room.

Mansk watches out for me the rest of the day, almost never leaving my side. I find Z-Dog but she pretends like she has no idea what happened to my meds. But I know she took them and I was going to prove it.

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morphodae · 7 days

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Hello!! May I request something for black butler? Reader usually being quite non-confrontational and energetic but has a bit of a possessive streak. Not toxic level but sort of unintentionally intimidates people that flirts w/ their partner even when they know they’re taken like staring down at them from behind their partner or being passive-aggressive, and then just goes back to being their usual self once the other person’s left.

The characters being Claude, William Spears, and Lawrence Bluewer (you can replace him with Sebastian if you don’t write for Lawrence).

Tysm and sorry for the long request!! Feel free to delete if ever ^^

Protective Passion

Sorry it took me a bit to get to this. I’m not entirely caught up with Lawrence and the Public School Arc but I did some research :) I hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting 💜

Claude Faustus 🕷️

On the surface, Claude doesn’t seem to care much for your existence at all.

He’s a demon who knows he’s can take the form of a handsome man - which he has - and who could charm anyone he sees fit. Only, he usually does this in order to make a contract. When you came into his life, he surprised himself at how… endearing your qualities were to him.

As said before, he knows he has attractive looks and charm and it isn’t uncommon for people to try and flirt with him. It usually ends the same way: with his unblinking stare and some remark about business at hand; you don’t need to worry. He knows that he’s taken by you.

As a demon, he can be quite possessive; it’s a natural instinct for him. So when he sees you of all people becoming instinctually protective over your relationship with him, he feels an odd sense of pride well up into his chest and a small smirk cross his face.

You needn’t worry, dear. Claude has already claimed you as his long ago and no mortal, demon, angel, or otherworldly being is going to come in between that.

William Spears ⚔️

More likely than not, your relationship with him would have to remain secret and private. It took a long, long time for you to even worm your way into his heart. He’s supposed to remain impartial and adhere to all rules, after all.

On the rare occasion that he isn’t busy as a Grim Reaper, he does try to take you out on private outings. Usually, these “dates” consist of private, scenic spots around London or even an indoor date at your home.

If, by chance, an individual disturbs your outing with him and even flirts with him without taking the hint, and William sees you become protective, he will quickly take you elsewhere as though not to escalate the situation.

He’s flattered at the thought you’d felt the need to be possessive of him, but he’d rather avoid conflict of any sort. To him, he will tell you that no one else stands a chance with him. He, an avid rule follower, has already broken the code of impartiality by being with you, so there’s no need to doubt his unwavering affection for being with you.

Lawrence Bluewer 📚

Ah, yes, another avid rule-follower who values tradition in academic and personal settings.

Lawrence is definitely attractive in a booksmart sort of way, and his knowledge and stoicism might even be seen as attractive to others initially.

If a person doesn’t take the hint that you two are a couple while you are there, and you feel the need to make snide remarks and stand your ground, Lawrence won’t really know what to do.

After a moment, he will fix his glasses, clear his throat, and excuse himself and you from the person causing issues. Despite his best wishes, his cheeks are a faint shade of pink and he’s mentally berating himself to maintain composure.

He appreciates your devotion to him and is surprised that you seem so fiercely loyal, but he also would prefer if you follow proper etiquette in social situations. Don’t get him wrong, he adores all aspects of your personality, but he still does put traditions on a pedestal.

In the end, you receive a light scolding as his significant other and a light peck on the cheek before the two of you go about the rest of your day.

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rikibsf · 10 months

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16. i want your number

smau, 2nd person pov!

when you arrived to enhypen’s practice for weverse con, you noticed 3 people eyeing you weirdly. jungwon, haerin, and danielle. you don’t know why haerin and danielle were here since your practice with them didn’t start for another few hours.

“hey y/n, is it fine that we’re here? we just wanted to watch,” haerin asks you.

“fine by me,” you smile, poking your friend on the cheek. you head over to the group of boys who had just finished stretching. “i’ll put on the music, go ahead and mark everything we went over last practice.” they all nod as they get into their positions. after a few minutes of them marking, and you chatting with haerin and danielle, jungwon taps riki’s shoulder.

“riki, didn’t you say you had some details you wanted to add to y/n choreography?” jungwon asks the youngest member, and the questions catches your attention.

“nah it’s fine i don’t wanna—“

“working on it alone with y/n would be a great idea!” jungwon cuts him off and grabs his hand, bringing him over to you, haerin, and danielle. “riki has a few changes he wants to discuss with you.” riki look to the floor. he was embarrassed. he knew exactly what his friends were trying to do. the other 5 guys had no idea what was going on, and they continued to work on their dance.

“oh uhh sure, let’s do it,” you say. riki looks up at you and with an awkward laugh, follows you to the farther side of the room. they all giggle to themselves as riki turns around and flips them off.

after about an hour, they could tell your friendship with riki was getting more comfortable. they noticed how you guys could laugh together, tease each other, and bounce off of each other’s energy when dancing. the day you both ran into each other in this studio was extremely awkward, much different from the time you 2 were having right now.

i mean sure, teaching riki a dance of yours was fun, but working on a dance with him was even better. you liked how you felt around him, but you couldn’t explain it out loud even if you tried. you liked his smile, his laugh, how consistent he is with his dance moves, how he could make you giggle even with the dumbest jokes. you haven’t known him for that long, but you wanted to get closer with him, you just don’t know how.

everything was going well until taki showed up at the door. sunghoon opened it, greeting the younger friend. haerin facepalmed.

“i brought the portable,” taki shouts at riki across the room.

“thanks you can just.. leave it at my bag,” riki says to him. taki notices you standing with riki, and greets you too. after you greet him back, taki takes that as an opportunity to walk over to both of you.

“taki no!!” danielle screams. everyone turns to her. “sorry i thought you stepped on a spider..”

confused, taki laughs it off continues walking to you. he gives you a hug that you return. riki wants to bang his head into a wall right then and there. you and taki chat for a bit, and that’s when riki walks away. you watch riki head over to his group members and work with them. you didn’t want him to. you enjoyed spending time as just the 2 of you, but you weren’t just gonna ask taki to leave.

your conversation with taki ends. “riki and i added a few changes,” you tell the members. “i’ll be teaching them right now.” you apologize to taki, who nods in understanding.

2 more hours past and enhypen’s practice ends. they picked up on the changes quickly, which you weren’t surprised about. they were all drenched in sweat, and you find yourself staring at riki when he pushes his hair back to dry his face. he catches you staring and you choke on your water.

“geez y/n are you okay?” taki holds your shoulder and you nod.

“no no no i’m fine, i’m fine,” you say, looking back at riki who giggles at you. he looked so pretty. hair pushed back, forehead exposed, cheeks slightly pink from how hard he was dancing, and how his eyes shut softly so he could feel the breeze of his fan on his neck.

“good job today, and thanks for learning the changes so well,” you tell them, still coughing out some water that was stuck in your throat.

as they all leave, riki was the last one. “it was nice working alone with you,” he smiles, patting you on the head. taki notices how your cheeks turn red at riki’s gesture. his heart stings a little bit.

“you should stay for newjeans’ practice,” you say without thinking. you just wanted to spend more time with him. in your heart you could feel you were crushing him, your mind just didn’t wanna admit it.

“maybe,” he grins again. “i’ll have to go take a shower first. can’t be smelling like this around my dance teacher,” he teases before heading out.

haerin and danielle notice you blushing too, and they giggle at the scene that just went down in front of them. “we’ll meet you in our studio, y/n,” danielle says and the 2 girls leave.

“i think i’ll be heading home now,” taki says.

“what, why? i thought you were gonna stay for their practice too?”

“i was but.. i’m starting to get a little headache so..” he trails off. his sudden mood change confused you but you didn’t wanna annoy him with too many questions.

“well feel better for me, okay?” you say, giving him a hug. he sighs and hugs you back. he wish it could always be like this. he liked you, a lot. so much that he almost wanted you to play into his little jokes about calling you his girlfriend to tease you. so much that the thought you working under hybe with him made him so happy. he doesn’t remember when his feelings for you returned but he hopes you could return them.

at newjeans’ practice, riki couldn’t stop staring at you. every time you looked and smiled at him, he felt his face burn.

“so y/n how was dancing with riki at practice like?” danielle asks you.

“it was good. he’s super easy to work with,” you nod, taking a sip of water. “why do you ask?”

“oh nothing, i just saw you guys giggling a lot and i thought it was cute,” she teases. “i’ve never seen riki so shy around a girl before.”

“shy?” you question.

“riki’s a little standoffish. it takes a lot for him to trust and become so close with people, but he seemed to like you right away. and every time i see him with you his face is.. blushing.”

“it’s cute i guess,” you say, immediately regretting it as danielle hits you teasingly with a smile.

“i can see you and riki together,” she says. “i mean you’re both dancers, have similar humor, smile around each other a lot.”

“i’d have to know more about someone before i ever considered dating them,” you say, laughing and shaking your head. “besides, you should go and practice.” you jokingly push her away and she grins.

“okayyy but just think about what i said.”

when practice is nearly almost over, haerin whispers at riki. “you’re gonna ask y/n for her number.”

“what? i can’t do that,” riki says, furrowing his eyebrows. “i’m not confident enough for that.”

“yes you are, stop lying. you were staring at her pretty much the entirety of the day and patted her head. now all you have to do is ask for her number and phase 1 is complete,” haerin says.

“phase 1? what is this a fucking mission?”

“yes now go!” she pushes riki towards you and he flips her off for the second time today. by now all 5 members are already heading out the door.

“y/n,” he says, clearing his throat.

“what’s up?” you ask, looking up at him and playing with your bracelets.

“i was just wondering if you wanted to hangout,” he asks you.

“hangout? we just did, for like 6 hours today,” you mess with him.

“no- i mean yeah we did and it was really nice.. but i meant outside of work..” he says. “it’s fine if you don’t want to but i wanted to ask.”

“like a date?” the word date gives him butterflies.

“it doesn’t have to be but—“

“i want it to be one,” you shrug. your confidence was so attractive to him, it almost felt like you were the one asking him on a date.

“well i want your number.” your smile widens at that statement, and you exchange numbers.

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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I am politely asking for you to write about Erin cross dressing please

(Going off an old request I vaguely remember with Erin overhearing you like feminine guys)

"They're so cute- Hey, Y/n what do you like in a partner?"

Erin leans back in his seat away from the commotion at his table to eavesdrop on yours. You were surrounded by friends flapping their gums over someone one of them was interested in - put on the spot for not giving your two cents.

"Uh, I don't know- someone pretty I guess."

"You mean like those people you follow who wear nice makeup and skirts?"

Your coughing fit is enough of an answer for everyone listening in on the conversation. Erin returns to his group, subconsciously groping his features. He had some softer details thanks to his mother, but was he what others would call pretty? The tingle in his chest combated the nausea from eating school food at the thought of you praising his looks. He picks up a tater tot and chucks it at a girl across the table; it being the only way to get her attention otherwise.

She picks it out of her fruit cup. "What the hell, Erin?!"

"Shut up and give me your lip gloss, Bea."

"Why in the fuck would I do that?"

"I'll tell coach you're the one who stole her flask and replaced it with bleach for giving the lead spot in the parade to someone else."

Beatrix angrily shifts through her bag. "Here."

"Thank you." He tosses her his unopened cup as he gets up from the table and heads to the bathroom. He stops by the janitor's closet and jimmies the broken lock until it pops open, grabbing the out of order sign. He wants for everyone to come out of the restroom and sets the sign up as he enters.

Erin reevaluates himself in the mirror. His long hair did confuse the older crowd when they saw him from a distance. He tucks it all into a high ponytail using a spare bracket as a band. Next, he pulls out the cheerleader's makeup. This isn't his first time with the stuff. Both his mom and older sibling dressed him up in the past whenever he asked about their clothes and was interested in trying them. He let his mother put eye shadow on him whenever they went out as a family.

Erin dispenses some of the gloss on his finger, puckering his lips as he cakes them in the foundation. He smacks them together to even the coat out and looks at the results in the mirror.

It's a start. The gloss is barely noticeable outside bright light, but it adds a little more volume to his lips. He goes back in to work on other parts of himself, but the bell cuts his session short.

"Shit!"

Erin hurries out of the bathroom and down to the cafeteria; forgetting about the sign in his haste. The dining area is nearly empty by the time he gets back, and you didn't have the next period together. He looks back to see if you've already gone, the next person to walk by bumping straight into him.

"Sorry- Oh, hey Erin."

"Sup."

You look him up and down. Erin's teeth pick at his lips in anticipation.

"Not much. You look good. See you next period."

The light force of you walking by almost knocks Erin off his feet. You said something nice about him. He didn't think he'd get this far. Maybe a passing glance, but you completely acknowledge him. You thought he looked good. It was a high he never wanted to fall from. One he craved more of with only one possible solution.

Erin hisses in pain as the teeth of his skirt's zipper lodge into his skin. "Fucking damn it-"

He pulls the fabric away from his hip and zips it up; kicking an empty shipping box under his bed. It sticks out of the corner due to the other packages overcrowding the space, but he was too excited to take care of them now or throughout the week they all had arrived. The skirt was the final piece of his outfit which also took the most time to arrive. Erin hooks mini pearl earrings in his ears and pulls his shirt from inside the shirt before looking at himself in the full body mirror by his closet.

The outfit consisted of an off the shoulder light pink top and a black skirt that went down to his thighs. The rest of his legs were covered by white stockings and his ginger hair was yet again pulled back. He wore a more noticeable shade of gloss on his lips and his long eyelashes were extended with the use of a wand. His regular choker was switched with a red one with a heart shaped dog tag. He had muscle, but the skirt hugged his body in a way that showed off his curves. Staring at himself, Erin felt pretty. Time for the next phase.

Erin snaps a photo of him at the mirror. He then gets in his bed with his back against the headboard. He grabs a pillow and hugs it to his chest, tugging his shirt down a bit more as he gets into position. He makes sure that his stocking clad thighs are in frame as he takes another pic and pulls up his contact. He knew your number by heart from the various acquaintances he hustled it off of and when you gave it to himself yourself for a project, but what good boyfriend doesn't have their partner in their phone without a cute title?

Erin sends you the pictures without saying a word. He waits about five minutes to pick up his phone again, both happy and disappointed you haven't opened his text.

"Sorry for the pics. Lost a bet and sent them to the wrong number."

His heart leaps out of his chest as his phone chimes.

"No worries. Hope this is okay for me to say, but you look pretty."

It's more than okay. Erin stares at his phone for ages; eyes rolling over the message countless times yet his brain fails to retain it to memory. He'd probably explode if it did. He experiences a moment of clarity in wondering what your expression was when you saw him. Did you see him as desirable. Did you crave him as badly?

Luck worked in Erin's favor that night - for he may soon have an answer.

"Hey- actually, do you want to come over? I'm bored and thought we could hang out or something."

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Too good for you (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**Welcome to an imagine that wasn’t requested but that was inspired by one of my dreams (but then I really only kept a tiny detail from the dream). This is a bit spicy, a bit angsty, also slightly toxic and everyone (but Kepa, who has a little cameo because the one in my dream was Juan Mata and how random is that?) is an asshole. But I think it’s fun! It was one of those where I let the story go where it wanted to go. I didn’t choose any of this. The story chose its own path and that’s cute. Enjoy! ❤️**

Word count: 4030

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Another day, another photoshoot. But this one was pretty special. You had worked for Armani before, walking their show and doing some catalogue work for them. But this time it was a campaign they wanted you to be a part of and that was huge for your career. And the paycheck was going to be pretty decent too.

Also, you were shooting with a football player so you knew that your work was going to get a lot more exposure because of his presence. And it was a player you actually knew, which could make the shoot pretty interesting. Whether it’d be in a good or a bad way was to be determined.

"Come here for a sec so we can double-check it all fits nicely".

"Sure", you said, following the stylist. "Is the player here already?"

She looked at you with a knowing look. "No, he's a bit late. Traffic is pretty bad".

"Cool. We'll wait then".

Fittings were done quickly and so you moved to hair and makeup. The look was pretty natural so that was done quickly but with it being an underwear shoot, the makeup artists had to make sure to apply makeup all over your body. And it was while they did it that Rúben showed up.

"Hello everyone, sorry I'm late".

His voice made you look up from your phone. Rúben looked you up and down and for a second you felt a bit self-conscious standing in front of him, and a crew of 20 people, in just a thong and a bra. As if he hadn't seen you in less.

While he was getting ready for the shoot, you put on a robe and sat down next to him.

"I thought you wouldn't make it".

"Bad traffic. I wish I had gotten here early. I might have volunteered to do your body makeup".

"Of course you would have".

"Do you want to do mine?", he whispered.

"I want to be home before midnight so hurry up".

"By home, you mean your place or mine?"

Rolling your eyes, you got up to check if there was something nice you could eat. Catering at these shoots was usually pretty good if you got to the table before all the good food was taken and only the dry carrot sticks were left.

"You didn't tell me you knew him", said your agent.

"I don't know him. I know what's in his jeans. It's different".

"Is it going to be an issue?"

"Why should it be?"

"I don't want you to mess up this big opportunity. Who knows how your career could develop after this".

Yeah, and you want the commission that comes from big-money jobs like this one.

"I won't mess up".

"How did you even meet him? I thought your friend played for Chelsea".

"At a party. It doesn't matter".

Yes, your friend played for Chelsea. But he had nothing to do with you meeting Rúben. As you said, that happened at a party. You didn't even recognise him at first. You just noticed a hot guy approaching your friend group and decided to start dancing with him before Gina, who had been staring at him all night, could do it first. Your friend group also consisted of people you didn't like that much. It was a fashion industry thing.

"Do I look good?"

Rúben was now next to you, wearing the underwear picked for the first few photos you needed to take. And yeah, he looked alright.

"As if you need me to tell you how good you look. You already tell yourself every morning when you look in the mirror".

"Is being confident a sin?"

"No", you said, getting closer to him. "Being arrogant is".

"Then we're both sinners".

"Sinning can be fun".

"It's fun when I do it with you".

That last sentence was whispered in your ear and you had to try hard not to blush. So you left him to go get changed into your first outfit.

"Wow! You don't need me to tell you how good you look either but I will".

You turned your hips slightly, letting him see how good you really looked while you pretended to adjust your panties with one of your hands, making sure Rúben's eyes followed your movements. "I mean, anything is an improvement from the skin colour thong I had to wear for fittings and hair and make-up. Least sexy piece of underwear you'll ever see. This", you said, pointing at your current outfit, "is a lot better, right?"

The way Rúben stared at you gave you all the answers you needed. "Believe me, seeing you in your underwear is always a pleasure. No matter the colour or design. But this…", he was now touching the little piece of lace that adorned the sides of the panties you were wearing. "Can you keep the clothes you wear at shoots?"

"Not usually but I think with underwear is different so maybe I get lucky".

"I'm feeling very lucky at the moment", he muttered, still staring at the fabric he had touched.

The photographer interrupted the moment, asking you to actually do your job. How inconvenient. And so you and Rúben moved to the shooting area and listened to the ideas the photographer had for the shoot.

You had actually been excited to shoot with Rúben. First, because you thought his look complimented yours really well. Sometimes you were paired with male models that looked so odd next to you but you and Rúben looked great together. Then there was the fact that you already knew him, which meant you were a bit more comfortable doing a more intimate shoot like this one. And of course, you wanted to see him. He mentioned you texting him if you visited Manchester but you had been travelling a lot and didn't get to see him in person ever since that party in Lisbon.

You also expected your chemistry to be good. At the party, you two connected immediately and felt incredibly comfortable in each other's company the whole night. So this should have been the same. But Rúben seemed to be struggling a bit.

"What's wrong?", you asked him during a small break.

"Well, it's a bit challenging to be this close to you while you wear almost nothing, you know?"

"Control the hormones, Dias. You're acting like a horny 15-year-old. Though I guess men never get over that stage. At least not mentally".

The pieces from the collection were stunning but a few were very impractical. Putting them on felt like you were doing a puzzle. And you could only imagine how difficult it would be to take them off, especially in specific situations where you'd be in a hurry to get rid of the underwear. But they did look good.

"Can somebody help me?", you called and heard the curtain move just seconds later.

You didn't even turn, used to random people helping in those situations. "I can help with that".

"Rúben, you shouldn't…".

"Shh".

You could feel his finger untangling the straps and doing the clasps. But before you could turn to face him, he bent down to kiss the side of your neck. When his hands went to your hips, you forgot for a second where you were and just leaned back into his touch. But a noise made by the crew startled you and you separated from Rúben quickly.

"We're working. We can't…".

But he wasn't listening anymore. He just grabbed your face so he could kiss you and you barely allowed him to touch your lips.

"My makeup. How am I going to explain it being smudged?"

"Are you wearing any?"

"Are you serious? Of course I am".

He leaned forward, impossibly close to you, and stared at your eyes. It was hard to keep eye contact but you managed. He then moved to your lips and smiled. "Yeah, I guess I can see a bit of product there. But it can be reapplied, right?"

"Stop it", you said, pushing him away from you and leaving the changing area.

Yeah, you could understand now what he meant by the shoot being challenging. But you were professional and a couple of hours later, you heard the magical words it’s a wrap.

“Where are you staying?”

The voice startled you and you held onto the shirt you were buttoning up for dear life. “Rúben! You can’t come inside. I’m getting changed”.

“I just spent 3 hours with you by my side wearing the smallest underwear I’ve ever seen in my life”.

“Really? You need to go out more”.

He rolled his eyes, before staring at your bare legs. “Besides, I’ve already seen everything there was to see”.

“It doesn’t mean you can see it again”.

“Not even if I say please?”

This time, you let him get closer and kiss you. And of course, you left with him. Much better than going back to the hotel.

Back in London, you continued working non-stop. The Armani campaign was about to be released and some other brands wanted to work with you before that.

And for the second time in a month, you got to work with someone you knew well. But this time it wasn’t Rúben, but your friend Andrea.

“I love your hair”, she said the moment she saw you.

“Thanks. I had to cut it for a job but I’m really into this style”.

“Looks amazing on you”.

Catalogue shooting wasn’t the most thrilling part of being a model but it was pretty simple. And the crew you were working with was always fun to be around. So when it was time for a break, you all ordered food and chatted about everything and nothing while eating.

“Are you free this weekend?”, asked Andrea while you were getting ready to carry on shooting.

“I think so. Why?”

“Kepa has this event and I can’t go so we thought you could go with him. It’d be good for networking and all that”.

You met Kepa after working with his wife Andrea and became really good friends with both of them. It wasn’t the first time he had invited you to an event but…it was usually events that Andrea was attending too.

“I don’t know if it’s the best idea. I’ll be there as what? Your husband’s companion? What if people start to make up rumours?”

“It doesn’t have to be weird. Plus, it’s a very informal event. There might not be any press there at all and there is no need to dress up. It’ll be fine”.

“I’ll think about it”.

And that you did. Andrea kept sending you info and it really was a great opportunity to network. Also, the topic for the event sounded very interesting so you really wanted to go.

That’s how you found yourself arriving at the venue with Kepa by your side.

“Are any of your teammates attending the event too?”

“Why? Are you interested in any of them?”

“Kepa…stop. We’ve had this conversation before and no, I don’t like any of your teammates. None of them is my type”.

“You’ll break their hearts”, he laughed.

Kepa was busy talking to some people he knew so you decided to walk around saying hello to everyone. And that was when you saw him.

“What are you doing here?”

Rúben turned when he heard your voice and a big smile appeared on his face when he saw you standing in front of him.

“I was invited to the event. You?”

“I’m here with my friend”.

The word friend made him frown. “Another model?”

“No. Actually, another footballer”.

Rúben started to look around until his eyes fell on Kepa, the only other player that was currently there. “Him?”

“Yes, he’s my friend. Any problems?”

“You can do better than him”.

You laughed, not believing what you were hearing. “He’s married to my friend. We’re just friends, you idiot”.

“Is she here too?”

“No, she’s busy today. That’s why I’m here”.

“Big boy Kepa can’t go to places alone? Does he need you to babysit him?”

“Have you always been an asshole or am I just noticing? Don’t speak like that about my friend”.

Spotting Kepa, you left Rúben standing alone, staring at you while you walked towards your friend. His eyes never stopped following you around the venue and you could tell. But you avoided him.

Rúben kept trying to get your attention but you pretended not to notice and it was driving him insane. So when it was just you and Kepa standing next to the food, he decided to go introduce himself.

“Hey there, mate. Nice seeing you here”.

Kepa stared at him. They had never interacted outside of the pitch. “Sure. This is my friend…”.

“I know who she is”.

Kepa looked at you, frowning. So you had to clarify the situation for him. “Rúben and I did a shoot together recently. You’ll see it soon”.

“Right”, laughed Kepa. “Well, good to see you too. We gotta go…”.

“Maybe we could chat for a second”, he said, looking at you.

“Maybe I want to go with Kepa instead of chatting”.

Kepa kept looking from you to Rúben and then back, not understanding anything that was happening but if you wanted to leave, he was going to help you.

“She’s right. We need to leave now before my wife gets back home”.

When Rúben saw Kepa grab your hand to lead you to the door, his jealousy grew even more. “You have to make sure you finish before she gets back?”

Hearing that, Kepa let go of your hand immediately and before he had time to say anything, you had already slapped Rúben’s face.

“Don’t you ever insinuate something like that about me”.

Kepa had two options. Following you or copying your actions and slapping Rúben too. But even if he would have loved to do the same as you, he chose to follow you since people were getting closer to see what was going on. And his team had enough dramas to worry about.

"What was that about?"

"I would like to know too".

"Did he bother you at that shoot? You could complain to the brand or something. And if he's harassing you…".

"Kepa, I appreciate you worrying but it's nothing like that. I…I met him at a party a while ago and we hooked up. And then we met at the shoot and hooked up again. But I don't know, he was acting like a jealous boyfriend or something. And saying that about us…who does he think he is?"

"You were right to slap him. I wish I could have done the same".

You shook your head. You weren't an aggressive person. Actually, you avoided conflicts as much as you could. But hearing Rúben say that was too much. You couldn't not react.

Kepa invited you to stay over for dinner and you were a bit wary to say yes until you saw Andrea was back. She was fuming when she heard what had happened.

"Well, the good thing is you don't have to see him again".

"Actually…", her words made you realise you had to see Rúben again. Very soon. "We need to do an event to promote the campaign. I can't say no, Andrea. It's the biggest job I've ever done".

"You have to go", said Kepa. "Don't let him affect your career. Just pose with him for the red carpet or whatever and then you can stay away from him".

"Yeah, I'll do that".

But it was easier said than done.

Rúben had tried his hardest to apologize. He didn't even know what got into him to talk to you like that. Well, he knew. Jealousy. But what right did he have to be jealous?

Still, he apologized on social media and even sent flowers to your agency. But got no response from you.

"This is what he'll wear", said the stylist, bringing the suit Rúben would wear to the event. "So we have to pick something that goes well with it".

You tried ten different outfits and none pleased the Armani team. But then you spotted a little black dress that no one had looked at.

"Can't go wrong with an LBD, right?"

They turned to see you holding the dress and one of the stylists shrugged. "Might as well see how it looks on. With those long legs of yours, it should look fine".

So you tried it on and it fit like a glove. The exposed back and the length gave it the sexy touch the brand wanted. You were promoting underwear not coats. But the front was more conservative, so it was sexy but still classy.

They paired it with some black heels and someone put your hair up in a messy bun to see how the neckline looked. You looked absolutely perfect. And you couldn't help but smirk thinking how it was going to drive Rúben insane.

But the first person you saw at the event wasn't Rúben, it was Gina.

"Hiii! Oh my God, you look gorg!"

Her smile was so fake, you feared she would get a migraine from the pressure on her jaw.

"I know".

"And you got to work with that hottie you slept with that one time. Where is he? Still single, I guess".

"I guess. But he told me he doesn't like obnoxious blondes so maybe don't waste your time".

"You're always such a bitch!"

"Not always, Gina. You just bring out the worst in me. Such a talent!"

Everyone was getting ready for the red carpet and it was then that you finally saw Rúben. He stood next to you but didn't even acknowledge you. Was he for real?

Once on the red carpet, he turned quickly to look at you and placed his hand on the small of your back. Your bare back. It was easier for you to just smile at the camera even if you didn't feel like it but he managed to do it as well.

You kept turning to show your outfit, placing your hands on his arms, shoulders or even chest.

"Stop moving", he whispered. His hand never leaving your back.

"I'm just doing my job. But nice to know the cat didn't get your tongue. Or were you just waiting to talk until you could accuse me of being a homewrecker again?"

"I messed up and I tried to apologize".

"Try harder".

The photographers thanked you and you started to walk away from the carpet, knowing Rúben was right behind you. When you turned your head to see him, you could see the way he stared at your body. He noticed you looking at him so we walked faster to catch up with you.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say something like that. I don't even know why I did".

"It was a very disgusting thing to say about someone you barely know".

"Again, I'm sorry. Please, let's pretend it didn't happen".

"Hi! Ruben right?", hearing Gina's voice, you closed your eyes to try to get rid of any murderous feelings.

"Yeah. Do I know you?"

She was now looking at you. "Be nice and introduce your friend".

"Who's the friend? You?"

Her fake laugh made you cringe. "She's so funny. Hi! I'm Gina".

"Rúben. Are you a model too?"

Oh God… "No silly, but do you think I could be one?"

"She's just an influencer who follows anyone with over 10k followers on Instagram around. If you slept with her, the whole country would know before you even finish".

Seeing Rúben's face made you laugh. He looked so uncomfortable.

"We gotta go, G. Everyone wants to see the stars of the event".

"You're just the accessory. He is the star".

Now she was showing her true colours. "Better than being the one that got a pity invite".

After a couple of seconds, Rúben caught up again.

"Are you going to roast me too?"

"You would deserve it as much as she does. But if you want to be told how amazing you are, Gina will be here the whole night".

"I have to be with my fellow star".

"Not your accessory?"

"I don't think you'd ever allow anyone to treat you just like an accessory".

"No one should allow anyone to treat them like that".

The whole night you had to be paraded around telling people about the collection and just hearing over and over again how great the campaign was. You knew that already. The photos were everywhere you looked and they were terrific. You knew that photographer was good but seeing the results in front of you made you realise how truly lucky you were to work with her.

"Do you like them?"

"Yes. These will be on my showcard for fashion week for sure".

"What's that? The card, I mean. I know what fashion week is".

"It's this little card with a couple of photos and my measurements. I have to take them to castings to give to the casting directors so they have all my info if they decide to hire me for the job".

"Interesting".

"You could model when you retire from football, you know?"

Rúben raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. I feel ok taking my own photos but working with photographers is weird".

"They stop you from doing stupid poses so it might be weird but look at the result".

He would have said something about your insult but could just stare at your fingers drawing invisible lines over the photos. Your fingers moved along the lines his muscles created and you seemed hypnotized by what you were doing.

He leaned towards you so he could whisper in your ear. "You know you can touch the real me too if you want to, right?"

"And yet you only get to touch me in the photos".

"You sure?"

His hand was now back on the small of your back and he could see the goosebumps caused by his touch. After looking around to make sure no one was there, he leaned down to kiss your shoulder and you kept staring at the photos trying not to show a reaction to his touch. But also not moving away, craving more.

"What's your favourite photo of the campaign?", you asked, interrupting the kisses that were now getting closer to your neck. And you knew once the neck kisses started, it was game over.

Rúben looked around at all the photos. "That one".

You looked at the photo he pointed and it was one of you with your back to the camera. You were topless so your back was as exposed as it was at that moment and you couldn't stop smiling seeing the rest of the photo.

"Is it my beautiful profile you like?", you asked, copying the pose so he could see the profile twice.

"Sure. But that thong…that's the sexiest piece of lingerie I've ever seen and I've seen a few. And of course, it looks even better because it's you wearing it".

"Do you want to know a secret?", he nodded. "That's what I'm wearing tonight. They let me keep the whole collection".

"You're kidding".

"Shame you won't be able to find out if it's true or not".

You left the room but not before turning to see Rúben unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. Yes, you were driving him insane. And no, he wasn't going to find out if you were telling the truth or not. Should have thought twice before pissing you off.

After that event, Rúben tried to contact you but you ignored him. So he had almost given up. That was until he had to play against Chelsea. He obviously didn't make a great first impression in front of Kepa but perhaps they could talk, man to man, and fix that. So when the match ended, Rúben tried to find him quickly to talk to him with the excuse of needing to shake his hand after the match.

"So, your friend…".

"She's too good for you, brother. And you messed up and she doesn't give second chances. Sorry".

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