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f1rodrigo · 5 months

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sweet relief | l. norris | part two

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ baby, i can't help myself...

summary: in which you fall for your best friend’s teammate and keeping it a secret proves to be harder than you intended. or when all you need is sweet relief the rest of the world fades away. pairing: social media au || lando norris x piastri bsf!reader fc: olivia rodrigo <3 warnings: language

inspired by the song ‘sweet relief’ by madison beer

ALL PARTS HERE

a/n : hi! thank you all so much for the love on part one!!! hope you enjoy this one just as much! this was supposed to be a bitttt longer but i hit the limit for photos i can add sooo this is part two for you all! part three will be more like part 2.5 but that'll be up sometime tomorrow! ENJOY<3

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landonorris BRINGING THE HEAT

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user1 its definitely hot in here now

user2 f1 drivers and their obsession with paddle needs to be studied

yourusername bringing the heat indeed

⤷ user3 PARDON? 😧 ⤷ user4 is this flirting... this has to be flirting ⤷ user5 yn bestie was that meant for ur priv.....

user6 please just give me one chance 🙏🏻

lnfour lets gooooo 🔥

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oscarpiastri ready to shine in Singapore 🇸🇬🤩

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yourusername SHES GORGEOUS!!!! ready to watch you shine

⤷ user7 i am obsessed with them ur honor ⤷ user8 ughhh i know everyone wants her to be with lando but i am never giving up on my best friends to lovers

mclaren ✨✨✨✨

user9 oh my god i love him so much

user10 ITS SO PRETTY

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landonorris hang it in the Louvre @team_quadrant

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team_quadrant So special to share this helmet with the fans! The Quadrant community designs are looking 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

lnfour This is going to look crazyyyy under the lights 🤯

user11 THIS HELMET IS AB TO GET HIM ON THE PODIUM TRUSTTTT

user12 holy shit he always has the best designs

user13 just won the singapore gp before its even begun 🔥

user14 i couldn't love him more what a special & meaningful design

yourusername beyond sick wow

⤷ landonorris wanna try it on then? ⤷ user15 THIS IS IT IM SLEEPING ON THE MF HIGHWAY TN ⤷ user16 he-he's flirting back ⤷ user17 lando girlies we've lost him

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mclaren Chillin' together pre-race 🥶

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user18 if theres one thing all f1 teams are gonna do its post their drivers in an ice bath this weekend

⤷ user19 fr but i am NOT complaining 🤭

user20 room for one more or??

yourusername now i need an ice bath

⤷ user21 NAHHHH ARE YOU GUYS SEEING THIS ⤷ user22 she's about to get a call from pr ⤷ user23 and will we ever know which one of them shes thirsting over??? sigh

landonorris 🥶🥶🥶🥶

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landonorris whattttttaaaaa weekend ❤️

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mclaren UNREAL 🔥

lnfour best weekend 🫶🏻

yourusername congrats :') so extremely deserved 🧡

⤷ landonorris 🧡 ⤷ user24 stay calm stay calm stay calm its just a heart emoji its just a heart emoji its just a- ⤷ user25 SINGAPORE THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING 🙏🏻 ⤷ user26 its official i am obsessed with them they now own me ⤷ user27 this is great and all guys but i still need my confirmation that she was THERE ⤷ user28 pretty sure theres a video going around on twitter that people think is her with oscar and lando trackside before the race

oscarpiastri 👏

user27 carlando podium woah i am never getting over this🥹

user28 my heart i am so proud of you 😭

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oscarpiastri +10 places. not a bad night's work 👍

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user29 MY ROOKIE OF THE YEAR LFG

mclaren Unbelieveable job!

user30 MY driver of the day!!!!🫶🏻

yourusername LETS GOOOOO SO PROUD OF YOU THATS MY GOAT

⤷ oscarpiastri people are going to come for you for this you know that right ⤷ yourusername and i will fight them all i said what i said #mygoatfr ⤷ landonorris 🧍‍♂️ ⤷ user31 "thats my goat" pls she is so unserious😭 ⤷ user32 oh my gosh they're the best thing to ever exist its true ⤷ user33 NOT THE HASHTAG SHE IS SO????? ⤷ user34 losing my mind over "i will fight them all" ⤷ user35 LANDOS REPLY???? he really said hello what about ME

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i-write-sometimes-maybe · 11 months

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Steve Knows Now- Natasha Romanov x FemReader!(NSFW)

Synopsis: You couldn’t keep quiet anymore, you just had to brag about your not-so-subtle secret in the best way possible.

Warnings: SMUT, dom reader sub nat, song fic but like it’s not long, implications (totally happened not even implying) of cheating, marking, strap-ons, packing but not mentioned, fingering, cunnilingus, daddy kink, I think that’s all.?

Word Count: 3k

A/n: Nat is my baby 🥹 and she’s such a baby don’t come for me, you know it’s true. I live and breathe for bottom nat so that’s what I made 🥰 All likes, comments, and reblogs are welcomed!

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Steve was mocking one of your habits, or at least you think. You were too busy drinking in the sight of Natasha next to him. The way that dress hugged her perfectly, she knew it was one of your favorites and that's why she wore it tonight.

You don't even know what tonight was, you just came because Nat would be there. Of course, knowing Stark, there probably wasn't even a reason for this party.

You and Natasha had a little secret. Actually, you two didn't even bother to hide the fact that you were together behind Steve's back. So, technically, it's not behind his back but more of directly in front of his face. It's not your fault he's too damn blind to see it.

Once again, Steve said something about you that made the team chuckle but you couldn't care less. With his last comment, a scoff of amusement came from you. That sound earned the attention of everyone on the team, they assumed you simply weren't paying attention. Which was partially true.

Confused faces overtook everyone but you, and Natasha, you were smirking at her.

And she knew exactly what you were planning when you looked from Steve to her, and back to Steve.

Nat leaned back against the seat, taking a sip of the beer in her hand, "Y/n, I wouldn't."

"Too late sweetheart. Steve, you seem to be having fun, yeah?" You leaned forward and put your elbows on your knees, your hands clasped together before you ran your thumbs against themselves.

Natasha's eyes went straight to your hands, that move of hers was not lost on you.

His chuckle died a bit, "I was, yeah." Annoyance was beginning to cloud his features.

He may not have noticed that you and Nat were sleeping together, but he certainly noticed the unashamed flirting you did with her.

He thought that his empty threats would deter you but, if anything, they motivated you more. Besides you already being able to get what you want easily, something about her being 'off-limits' made the desire for her even stronger than it already was.

You hummed, "Well, every other day I have fun too. I just don't know how you're so trusting."

Your dislike for Steve, and his equal amount of dislike for you, was clear to everyone and you didn't care. You could feel the tension beginning to rise in the air as everyone wearily watched the interaction between you two.

Tony piped in, his thirst for drama coming to play, "What do you mean?"

Your tongue peeked out to wet your bottom lip, another move of yours that enticed Natasha, "Stevie doesn't know."

"Know what?" Steve was getting impatient.

"Y/n-" You looked at Natasha, the sudden eye contact took her by surprise, unintentionally cutting her off.

"Stevie doesn't know, that Natasha and me do it in her bed every Sunday."

Everyone's jaw dropped except Steve's, you could see his jaw clench from your seat, Natasha avoids his glance and you can tell she's hiding a smirk of her own.

"She tells him she's in training but she doesn't go, but she's sweating still and Stevie doesn't know." You said, smirking.

"I told you not to tell him." Natasha finally speaks up. Steve's eyes snap to Natasha, as well as everyone else's.

"Wait, she's not ly-" Steve bafflingly starts before you cut him off.

You look at Nat, "Steve needs to know, so I've gotta tell Steve. I just can't believe he's so trusting, while I'm behind you thrusting." You move to sit up in a more confident yet cocky position, glancing back to Steve, "Natasha's got him on the phone, but she's trying not to moan. It's a three-way call and he knows nothing."

A mischievous look overtook Natasha's face, "He didn't need to know."

"Well, he was going to find out soon enough. You know, honestly, I'm surprised you didn't figure it out sooner, I wasn't hiding a damn thing." The smirk never left your face as you looked at Steve, daring to hold his attention, "But I have got to say, the look on your face right now is the second-best thing I've seen."

The look of shock, confusion, anger, envy and defeat was covering his face. It was the best he's ever looked in your opinion.

Tony was way too invested in what was happening, "What's the first?" The attention of the rest of the team was on you, some were enjoying the free show while others simply couldn't believe what was happening before them.

Your eyes burned into Natasha's and she stopped trying to hide her smirk, you chuckle before answering Tony, "Natasha when she comes, of course, Steve wouldn't know."

Natasha chuckled with you while everyone else in the room was silent.

Steve opened his mouth to give you a reply, something that portrays his thoughts, anything, but nothing came out.

A faux pout came to your face, "What's the matter, Steve? Spider got your tongue? Don't worry, that won't be a problem for you anymore"

You stood up from your seat, Nat's eyes followed every move of yours as you bent down and picked her up, throwing her over your shoulder in one swift move, "She's mine now."

Natasha halfheartedly waved to the team, mainly to Steve, "Bye!" A full laugh finally escaped you at her comment, you couldn't hold it back any longer.

You began walking Nat to your room. Walking through the doorway, you just couldn't restrain yourself, it's not like you wanted to anyways, your hand swiftly came down against her ass, earning a whimper from the redhead.

A squeal came from her as you took her from your shoulder, tossing her onto the bed. Any comment that would've come from her was stopped by your lips against hers. Your lips moved together rhythmically, as if they were meant to be joined together. Every kiss with her is just like the first, just as passionate and exciting, the same flutter finding its home within the pit of your stomach.

You simply could not get enough of her.

You began to trail your lips to her jaw and down to her neck, occasionally suckling at a few spots to mark her as yours.

"You shouldn't have done that." She said breathlessly due to your lips on her neck.

You pulled away from her just enough to look into her eyes, "They'd find out eventually. Besides, you're mine. Now, I don't have to hide you. And you don't have to be quiet anymore." A moan leaves her throat as you bit the skin just above her collarbone.

As you worked on adding more marks onto her neck, your hands were beginning to undo the zipper of her dress. The skin-tight garment was no match for your need to feel her skin, your skillful fingers began to pull the fabric slowly from Nat's body, much to her dismay.

Her body pushed against yours, to help you ease the dress off of her but mainly so she can feel more of you.

Natasha's mind was raging with many things, that much was clear, but the thought of possible complaints of you two becoming known to the team began to rise to the surface. That doesn't mean she's having any doubts about the relationship with you, just that she doesn't want hear the opinions of the others. It's not like they could possibly change her mind.

You were nipping the exposed skin of her breast that was peeking out above her bra, "This a good idea, right?" She spoke breathlessly.

You looked up at her in question, knowing very well what her answer will be, "Do you want me to stop?"

Slight fear became apparent in her features, "No! Please, don't stop."

"That's what I thought." You spoke with a chuckle.

Nat could only describe the pace you were trailing your lips at, as torture. Nothing has ever simplified her into nothing but a mess faster than you taking your sweet time.

You were leaving marks on every spot you landed, loving the way she squirmed each time. You continued at your slow pace, going lower and lower where she wanted you, needed you.

It wasn't a secret that you had wound Natasha up and it was clear just how much by the way she reacted to you and your touch. As you got to the base of her stomach you could feel her begin to push you further, or tried to.

A groan left the redhead as you moved back from her, a smirk coming back to your lips when you saw her wetness through her panties.

"You're desperate for me, aren't you?" She eagerly nodded, "I need an answer, baby."

"Yes, I am! God, you were so hot tonight. I need you, please touch me." You were slightly surprised as it was more than you were expecting to come from her.

Her body was writhing beneath you, enticing you to her. And you could've continued to tease her until she quite literally couldn't take it anymore, but you were just as excited to see her fall apart as she was desperate.

Even though you had no intention of making this part of your night quick, you were going to make it last as long as she could take, you swiftly pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them somewhere unimportant.

You continued with your teasing, suckling and biting all across her thighs, yet skipping over her dripping pussy.

Nat's breathing had increased, her patience quickly dwindling, "Baby, please!"

You looked up at her from your position, instantly meeting her pleading green eyes, "Please, what?"

She whimpered as you bit a spot on her thigh, "Please, just touch me already. I can't take it anymore. Please, Daddy."

A sadistic smile came to your face, your eyes never leaving hers as you finally moved to where she wanted you. Her eyes closed, mouth falling agape as soon as your tongue licked up her sensitive pussy.

Her hand flew to your hair, nails digging into your scalp as you began to move your tongue to collect her wetness. Unholy, yet heavenly, moans started to come from her as you swirled her clit.

Her back began to arch off the mattress as she fisted the sheet with her free hand. Her moans only became more frequent as you gradually increased the speed of your tongue.

You knew just how much she enjoyed this, and how close she was to her bliss, by the way her body tensed underneath you.

Every toned muscle of hers was flexed, the familiar sheen of sweat began take over her smooth skin, and you just adored when she looked like this.

You were debating wether or not you'd be oh so nice enough to let her come right away this time, but seeing and feeling Natasha fall apart under you made that decision for you. And it's just too damn good to pass up.

"I'm gonna come!" Natasha interrupted your thought.

You lifted your head up just enough to be able to speak, "Yeah?" The vibrations and warm breath from your words was nearly enough to send the redhead over the edge.

"Yes! Please, please can I come?"

She moaned even louder as you resumed your prior actions. You looked up her glistening body to watch the sight of her coming, something you always look forward to, and hummed your approval.

"Fuck, Y/n!" Her body tensed even further when she finally came, soon relaxing flat on the bed after.

You began making your way up to her head, leaving open mouthed kisses across every inch of her soft skin. You occasionally left love bites wherever you felt like it.

You had just left your biggest and darkest mark on her neck, "Fuck, baby, you taste so good." You whispered into her ear.

That sentence must've ignited something within the redhead as she reached out and pulled you into a kiss, one just as hard and passionate as the one from the start of this night.

You slowly move your hand over every inch of her exposed skin, savoring the softness of it, enjoying the goosebumps she gets from your light touch, absolutely loving the way she squirms under you as a silent beg for more.

Natasha was becoming more impatient, the desire for you only growing with every passing second. She couldn't take it anymore, she needed something. In an attempt for some friction, Nat thrusted her hips up in search of you.

With that thrust of her hips she found the strap that you had kept hidden, up until this point, from her. She mewled at her discovery, her arousal growing tenfold.

You looked into her emerald eyes, "What? Did you think I'd go into a party without a little treat for you?"

"Little?" She smirked.

"You and I both know it's not, you're too much of a size queen for that." You smirked in return.

Her jaw dropped, in feux offense, "I am not!"

Your smirk never faltered as you thrusted your hips just enough for the strap to make contact with her bare pussy again. The sudden sensation pulled a whimper from her swollen lips, proving your statement true.

She rolled her eyes when she saw the cocky grin on your face.

You stayed, unmoving, for just a moment until your attention was brought back to your joint hips. Natasha was grinding herself against you, well, trying to.

"You needy little slut. You just can't help yourself can you?" You halted her actions by pressing her hips into the mattress.

"I can't take it anymore, please just fuck me already!"

"Oh but I have been, darling."

A sound of frustration came from her, "You know what I mean."

"Do I? I think you may have to be specific," You leaned closer to her ear again. "Tell me what you want me to do to you. Beg for it."

Nat attempted to stifle her moans at your words, just falling short of success. Her breathtaking green eyes darkened with lust as the possibilities of what's to come were raging through her mind.

"I want you to fuck me," She wrapped her legs around your waist. "I want you to fuck me so hard until I can't speak. Fuck me like you own me. Use me, daddy. Only you can make me feel so good."

A smirk found it's home on your lips. In on swift move, you untangled her from around your waist and flipped her over. You ran your fingertips down her spine and past her shoulders, moving to entangle in her hair. With your handful of her fiery locks, you pulled her back and flushed against you.

Your free hand was sneakily pulling the strap free from its confinements, "Oh princess, I do own you. You are my dirty girl." You accentuated your statement with a slap on her ass.

With the leverage of your grip in her hair, you pushed her back down but kept her hips in the air, perfectly aligned for what's to come.

"Isn't that right?" A blissful cry spilled from her lips as the strap entered her, gliding in effortlessly from her wetness.

"God, yes!" Almost instantly, she was moaning at a pace that matched your merciless speed.

You always loved taking the redhead from behind, seeing how well she was able to take your ministrations. You adored the way her whole body reacted to the strap deep inside of her.

You relocated your hands to grip at her hips, her curves fitting perfectly to your palms.

The new grip gave you better leverage to pound deeper into Nat, just the way she likes it.

"Shit." She muttered as her arms gave out beneath her, resulting in her chest being flush against the sheets.

She fisted the sheets until her knuckles turned white. Nat's quick and quiet pants had shifted into squeals that only got louder with each thrust.

You knew that the moment you saw her thighs quiver, that she was close, only she couldn't quite fall over the edge without your permission.

"Are you gonna come baby?"

She nodded vigorously against the sheets, words unable to formulate in her mind from the overwhelming pleasure she was currently experiencing.

Your movements never stopped, nor did they ease up, even when you bent over her. You used her throat as leverage to pull her against you once again, only this time your hand remained in its spot.

A deep moan sounded from her at the new angle you were driving the strap, "Scream my name. Tell everyone in this building who you belong to, baby."

You knew she wasn't far from her orgasm, your other hand from her hip slid forward and started circling her clit to help her finally fall over the edge, "Oh, FUCK Y/N! YES!"

Moans were still pouring out of her even as you slowed your pace, giving her a chance to savor everything you were giving her. Her hips twitched with the pleasure that was continuing to come over her.

Both of your hands moved to her waist to help keep her supported as her body relaxed against you, "Just like that, baby."

Natasha whimpered as you pulled the strap from her, she was instantly missing the way you filled her perfectly. You always loved how well she could handle you, regardless if you chose to edge her to the heavens or when you fucked her until she saw stars, and she adored it all.

You moved to lay on the bed, pulling her against your still-clad body as you did so. The heat from her bare body radiated from her, warming you even further.

"You did so well for me, princess." You whispered as one hand moved to cover her up with a blanket as the other softly ran through her lightly dampened locks.

A knowing chuckle emitted from her, "Only 'cause you fuck me so well."

A smirk returned to your face, "Oh I know I do, and now others finally know too."

Nat shimmied closer to your side and you started to mindlessly draw patterns onto her shoulder.

No matter what it was, you always enjoyed spending time with Nat. Especially when it was like this, just the two of you being as close as possible.

"Y/n?" Nat moved her head up ever so slightly.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I love you."

A smile came to your face and you planted a kiss to the top of her head, "I love you too, Nat."

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wongyuseokie · 1 year

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Crossing Lines | w.j.h

Summary: Your boss is a dangerous man, and you foolishly messed up his schedule, now he’s pissed and you’re the only one that can fix the problem you caused.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ☁︎ angst | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 2516 words

Pairings: Mafia! Wen Junhui x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, angst (minor), smut. PWP (it’s got the briefest plot ever) Content Warnings: Jun is a member of the mafia or an organised crime unit, I guess. It’s never really discussed. Think Vincenzo. Mentions of blood and death (nothing descriptive). A knife is used to take off a shirt, but there’s no blood. Is cuddling a warning? Jun is actually just a softie too. Jun threatens to kill her once, but it's part of the dirty talk. She calls him sir but it’s not kinky.

Smut Warnings: Dom!Jun, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, use of a scarf as a gag, fingering. Unprotected sex (don’t do this folks), minor knife play. Name-calling. Multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting. Dirty talk.

Authors Note: Honestly, I've been bias wrecked so so badly by this man I want to cry. This fic came to life because of @flurrys-creativity sending me thirst traps and giving me scenarios, and somehow it became a full-blown fic and reading this, too 💕 . Thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for beta'ing this. You brought my smut back to life and made it much more sense. Thank you, my lovely!! 💕 I shall send you more DK thirst traps as a thank you. Thank you also to @here4btsfics for always letting me thirst and cry over Jun because, look at him, thank you for reading and thirsting over Jun with me ❤️ Authors Note 2: Tagging my lovely June @junkissed-replies ❤️

Working for Seoul’s most notorious crime family wasn’t exactly easy. Being designated as the personal assistant to the family's youngest member was even less ideal. Wen Junhui, typically known only as Jun, was the definition of a walking juxtaposition. His doe eyes sparkled like the night sky, and his body made you ache, with abs sculpted by gods and thighs you wanted to ride until you came all over his trademark black skinny jeans.

On the other end of the spectrum was Jun’s job, which he referred to as more of a hobby—killing people. He was ruthless. Noone dared cross him. One wrong word, the slightest misstep, and the poor bastard would be dead on the floor of his den before he could even realize his mistake.

You had grown oddly accustomed to his brutalities. He had a job, and so did you. Your job was to make sure his demands were met, no matter what they were, so you didn’t become another name in a long list of kills. Except he had a soft spot for you. Or maybe it was that you made something on this already hard man even harder. There was a mutual attraction between you two that you never dared act on. The man was dead inside.

Today was not a good day. You had checked and double-checked Jun’s schedule, but there was still some miscommunication. Whatever it was led Jun to believe you fucked up his meeting plans with his biggest rival.

In this world, it meant that he deferred the meeting, which made him a pussy. He was not happy. Actually, that was an understatement. Jun was fuming. In one of those cartoons, smoke would come out of his ears. It would be comical if it weren’t for the fact that he literally killed for a living.

“Y/N, step into my office now, shut the door, and lock it.”

You felt chills down your spine and wondered if this was it for you. You’d be dead. He got up from his seat, and damn, why did he have to look so criminally good? All previous fear subsided, at least for a moment, as you took in his appearance. He had his signature leather jacket on with ripped jeans. You cursed your body for being such a traitor, clenching at the sight of him. Jun walked towards you, eyes trained on you as if you were a target.

Correction: you were his target. He stopped close to you, too close for the thoughts racing through your head. You could feel his breath on your face. Again, fuck your body for being so turned on when he was looking at you like prey. He placed one arm next to you, both showing his dominance and caging you in. His other one fished his dagger out of his scabbard. Fuck, okay, maybe you were really in trouble.

He twirled the knife through his fingers with practised ease, making you wonder how many times he’d done it. Actually, it made you wonder how they’d feel in your pussy. You cursed yourself again, telling yourself to get it together. You legitimately might die, and all you could think of was those perfect fingers fucking you. At least your body and mind were in agreement on this one, behaving as inappropriately as possible.

“Y/N, you messed up my meeting, and now everyone is calling me a pussy.” The knife stilled between his fingers as he spoke.

“Sir, I’m sorry I scheduled your meeting properly, but it just got miscommunicated somehow, and I’m so sorry,” your voice came out in a squeak, and you were fucking scared.

“Did you hear me properly, pretty girl?” That was new. He’d called you a lot of things, but certainly not pretty girl. You nodded, trying to make sense of the nickname.

“Now, how do I punish you?” He cocked his head to the side like he might be trying to tease you. Except, you knew he used the same line on his victims.

“Sir, it won’t happen again,” you begged.

“You’re right. It won’t,” he said as he pulled a scarf out of his pocket. You thought it was the same one he used to suffocate those unlucky enough to wind up on his bad side.

“Open your mouth, baby girl,” he demanded. Despite the words, it was a demand. There was no room for negotiation.

“Sir, please, I’m so so sorry. never happen again, I swear.”

His eyes went dark. Not only did you talk back to him, but you defied an order. No one did that, not to him. He took his knife and raised it to your neck.

Jun slowly trailed the knife down your throat, not breaking your skin, until he reached the top of your shirt. In one clean move, showing a deadly skill, he sliced your shirt open and left you standing there in a black lace bra.

“Do you wear clothes like this so someone can fuck you? Do you know what happens to girls that dress like sluts?” His eyes were on the knife as it trailed down your abdomen as if he didn’t expect any answers.

“No, Jun, please.”

He dropped the knife, and his hand went to your throat. The pressure was…actually kind of nice. Well, it would’ve been if you weren’t so scared.

“You are mine. Anyone I hire is my property, so you will do what I say. Speak one more time, and I will kill you, make no mistake. Understood?” You nodded. The rational part of you fought off tears because this man and his reputation were terrifying.

The irrational part of you was turned on, arousal dripping into your panties.

“Open your mouth.”

You did as he said and tied the scarf tight over your mouth, effectively gagging you. Jun picked up his knife again and sliced your bra open.

“Fuck, Y/N, such pretty little tits. You kept them from me all this time.” He flicked your nipple. You stifled a moan, the irrational winning out.

Jun smirked, “you can make all the noise you want. Scream if you want. No one will save you. The gag might make it difficult to say much, though.”

He dropped to his knees and pulled your skirt down. He helped you out of it and groaned at your matching black lace underwear. It was impossible to miss the way your arousal dripped from your cunt onto your thighs.

Jun grabbed your panties, ripped them, and then slid them off. You barely had a second to consider how counterproductive it was. He stood back up and stripped himself. That sent your mind further into overdrive because you’d seen him shirtless many times, but naked? This would be the first. The second he was bare before you, your eyes went to his penis. It was beautiful–long, hard, and thick. You squirmed in excitement at how it was going to ruin you, how he would ruin you.

Without a word, Jun grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you onto his shoulders so that he could place you down against his marble table. You were face down, breasts against the cool surface of the marble and hips pressing into the edge. Still dripping in arousal, you had to remind yourself who was standing behind you. This man could kill you just as easily as he could fuck you. You were still considering which way it might go when his hand made sharp contact with your exposed cheek.

“Pretty sluts get this.”

You trembled and let out a strangled moan. You felt Jun turn you around. Your ass pressed into the table. He removed the scarf around your mouth and kissed you. Despite his demeanour, the kiss was soft and tender as his lips moved against yours. He swiped your lower lip with his tongue, begging for entrance, which you happily granted. He used his tongue to deepen the kiss.

Suddenly, he pulled away from your mouth and kissed along your jawline, nibbling on your earlobe. His lips moved down to your neck, and he started to suck at the sensitive skin, leaving bite marks as he went. God, your neck would be covered in shades of blue and purple. Not that you cared.

He moved down to your breasts, flicking his tongue over your nipple. It was a lot of attention as he sucked and gently nibbled each before moving further down your body. By his mouth reached your pussy, you were dripping wet for him.

Wasting no time, Jun pushed you up, so you were now sitting on the table, the sensation of the cold marble on your bare skin heightening your pleasure. His mouth returned to your cunt, licking into it with quick movements. He flicked his tongue on your clit, then enclosed his lips around it and started to suck. Simultaneously, he put one finger into your cunt and started thrusting. The thrusts only got faster when he saw how immediate your reaction was. His tongue continued moving against your clit as he added another finger. You were going to cum far sooner than you wanted to if he kept this up.

The pace was brutal, and Jun was relentless, not missing a beat as he added another finger. This was so much more than you were used to. Even with the addition of another finger, he kept his tongue working on your clit, alternating between quick flicks and sucking. You wanted to reach out for some sort of support that you knew wasn’t there.

Jun knew you needed support and didn’t care, determined to punish you for your mistake. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, rendering you immobile, and continued the nearly exhausting pace. You found purchase in his hair, the only way to stabilize for even a second. Something finally snapped, and you came hard. You tried to move Jun away from your pussy, it was too sensitive for him to be continuing like he was.

Except, he showed no mercy. His fingers continued to pump into you, and his face stayed anchored between your legs. It was like he took pleasure in your whimpers as he pushed you even further. He pulled a second orgasm out of you as the screams fell from your lips. Still, he didn’t relent, continuing to eat you out like you were his favourite meal. You were overstimulated and could feel yourself clenching again another orgasm approaching. When you tried to wriggle free, Jun only gripped your waist harder, pressing you further into the table.

Finally, he pulled away from your cunt, removing the leg that was draped over his shoulder and wiping his chin unceremoniously. Your whole body was shaking as you tried to breathe deeply enough to recover. It was stupid to think he’d let you do that, though.

Jun pulled you off the table and turned you back around, once again pushing your body down on the cold marble table. He pushed his cock into you from behind. There wasn’t even time to adjust to his size before he began fucking into you. He knew exactly where to hit, once again setting an impossible pace. You tried to grab the edges of the table and steady yourself as he slammed into you. He fucked you until you hit your fourth orgasm, something you were really enjoying despite the way your body protested the overstimulation. But, fuck did this guy’s stamina go through the roof or something? Before you could process that thought, he turned you around again, so you were lying flat on your back on the table.

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t give you any time to adjust or catch your breath. Not that you cared, really, you were so blissed out. He pushed his cock inside you, and somehow the pace was even more animalistic as he pounded into your overstimulated body. You let your eyes fall shut, head lolling back, and received a sharp slap against your pussy.

“Look at me when I fuck you, baby,” he demanded. His grip on your waist was so strong that you imagined his fingertips would leave bruises. Your whole body was going to be covered.

Jun’s breathing got more laboured, and you knew he was finally close. His thrusts became erratic, the final thrust allowing him to release inside of you. Despite his release, he didn’t let you relax as he quickly pushed two fingers inside you. The thrusts caught you off guard, and he curled his fingers to hit you just right each time. You let out a scream as you squirted all over his hands, signalling your fifth orgasm for the night.

The next morning you woke up wrapped in a soft duvet, not entirely remembering how you had managed to get to the bed. Your entire body was exhausted from the night before, and you thought you could have slept through the rest of the day. Except someone was pressing soft kisses between your shoulder blades.

“Morning beautiful.”

You shot up at the sound of Jun’s voice, regretting that decision as your whole body was bruised and battered from the previous night. You tried to clumsily climb out of bed. Jun was quicker, gently grabbing you and pulling you into his arms.

“I know I went off last night. I lose control when it comes to my work. Sorry that I took it out on you, but you did seem to enjoy it,” Jun explained with a smirk on his handsome face, but you could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“It’s okay, Sir, I’m sorry, I won’t ever make a mistake again.” you apologised. You were unsure where you stood now, despite the lesson he’d taught you.

“No, Y/N, you won’t because you don’t work for me anymore.”

Your eyes filled with tears. Not only did you need the money, but you also enjoyed last night far more than you should have. The thought of not seeing Jun anymore stung. Jun took notice of your reaction and tightened one arm around you, cupping your face with the other.

“I mean, I don’t want my girlfriend working for me. I know my job isn’t…traditional, but you’ve seen a lot while working for me. I do like you. I guess yesterday. I truly realised how much I care. But if this is too much, you can ignore the offer and keep your job.”

“Sir, I-“ you started, unsure what to say.

“It's Jun, sweet girl. I promise I’ll be there for you and protect you,” Jun interrupted, everything about him much softer than you’d seen before.

“I know it's a little unconventional, considering I fucked the absolute life out of you, but may I please take you on a date? Your final role as my assistant could just be letting me know if I’m free tonight”

“You are, and it's a date,” you replied, snuggling further into his embrace. His hold was so soft, and you were so content that you drifted back to sleep, hoping this hadn’t all been a dream.

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dilftaroooo · 9 months

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CALL OF DUTY ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

fluff[☼]..smut/suggestive themes[☁︎]..dark/triggering content[☾]

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

↳ simon x black!f!reader [☼] [☁︎]

your simon reminds you on how much he loves you.

thirsts: one, two, three

#icons by gatopidao

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jaegerdilf · 8 months

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☆ fandoms i write for ☆

aot. jjk. naruto shippuden. demon slayer. genshin impact. tokyo revengers. haikyuu. blue lock.

♡ kinks ♡

f!reader. dark content. stepcest. cnc. dubcon. pet play. daddy + mommy kink. hybrids. watersports + omorashi. breeding. wlw. anal. a/b/o. monsterfucking. bimbo! reader. sub! reader. chubby/fat reader. spit. blood. sadomasochism. fluff. poly. degradation. cumflation. biting. knotting. oral. impact play. breath play. praise. titfucking. pussyjobs. dumbification. primal play. g!p.

☁︎ what i do Not write ☁︎

scat. eating disorders. self harm. suicide/death. body horror. m!reader. dom reader. mlm. vore. skinny reader. pedophilia. extremely specific reader (ex. race, ethnicity, etc).

✿ tags ✿

ramblings : ♡.gab sesh

kink tag : #🍭.[kink]

my works : #♡.confectionary

fics / thirsts / drabbles i rb : #♡.sweet treats

asks : #♡.love letter

#gabi’s navi #aot x reader #jjk x reader #naruto x reader #demon slayer x reader #genshin impact x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #haikyuu x reader #blue lock x reader #aot smut #jjk smut #naruto smut #demon slayer smut #genshin impact smut #tokyo revengers smut #haikyuu smut #blue lock smut

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pandoraslxna · 1 year

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⋆｡° ✮ Hi and welcome to my blog! ♡

I‘m Luna, I’m 24 and I’m from germany 🇩🇪.

I’ve been hyperfixiating on avatar since 2009 and don’t plan on stopping any time soon, so feel free to join me on my journey to thirst over fictional big blue aliens! This blog is supposed to be a safe space for everyone and I’m trying my best to keep it drama and hate free. You can ask me literally anything, I’m an open book and I love to talk and make friends, so don’t ever hesitate to slide into my inbox. 🫶🏻

⋆｡° ✮ Here are some facts about me:

✩ My hobbies: gaming, cosplay, writing, watching movies

✩ My comfort movies: transformers, alien, predator, avatar, hellboy, spider-man (itsv & atsv), Tron Legacy (2010)

✩ My comfort shows: how I met your mother, modern family, love death + robots, arcane, the boys, moon knight

✩ My favorite games: borderlands, apex legends, nier automata, the last of us, Avatar: frontiers of Pandora

✩ My favorite foods: sushi, ramen, burger and basically everything that has pasta in it

✩ More random facts: i’m obsessed with space and the ocean but it also terrifies me, aliens are definitely real, I love to make friends but I’m super bad at holding a conversation, I’m in a relationship, I feel insecure about my writing most of the time, i love to watch edits on tiktok, my favorite person in the whole world is my little sister <3

⋆｡° ✮ My tag system:

For asks: 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

For my moots: 𝐿𝓊𝓃𝒶‘𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

For talking to my precious @neteyamswillow: 𝐿𝓊𝓃𝒶’𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓃 ⋆｡° 𖤓

For edits: 𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉𝓈 ⋆｡° ✮

For art: 𝒶𝓇𝓉 ˗ˏ✎ ✩

For my fic recommendations: 𝒻𝒾𝒸 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓈 ✩

For feedback on my fics: 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝒹𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 ✩

For when I ramble: ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

⋆｡° ✮ My emoji anons:

🧿 / 💦 / 🕸️ / 🍔 / 🏵️ / 🕯️/ 🤍 / 🦭 / 🪐 / 💃/ 💫 / 🥰📸 / ☁️ / 😩 / 🌙 ❤️ / <3 / 🍄 / 🐸 / 💫 / 🐆 / 🩵 / 🍑 / 🐍🪷 / ❤️ / ⭐️ / 🧞/ 🌿 / 🇷🇴 / 🦅 / 🌚 / 🧶 / ⚡️/ 🍷 /🪼🌌 / 🧨 / 🐗 / 🥀 / 🍒 / 🌀 /

✩ If you’re shy, but still want to interact with me, feel free to claim an emoji that isn’t taken yet. This way I can recognize you when you talk to me on anon and it’s easier for both of us to hold a conversation! ♡

⋆｡° ✮ My socials:

TikTok | Ao3 | Twitter

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❝ I have late night conversations with the moon.

She tells me about the sun,

and I tell her about you. ❞

#about me

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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*:･｡𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 ｡･:*

Please read before you follow

╰┈➤ This blog is strictly +18, no minors allowed! Even if you are 17 and will turn 18 in a few months, you’re still not allowed to follow or interact with me. Please respect my boundaries and do not lie about your age. I am not comfortable talking to minors! My writing includes mature content so I am extremely uncomfortable if minors follow me and openly interact with my posts.

╰┈➤ Put your age in bio & at least a profile picture just so I know you aren’t a bot or a minor. I usually block everyone whose blog is totally empty, or has no pfp, or has no age in bio. I can’t assume your age so I block you for my own safety. And with the bot raid recently, I’ve blocked hundreds of bots as well

╰┈➤ I will not tolerate anything related to racism, pedophilia, homophobia, or any kind of hate towards any race, ethnic or national origin, religion, gender etc. You will be immediately blocked.

╰┈➤ Proshippers/terfs/lolicon/shotacon DO NOT INTERACT

╰┈➤ Askbox is always open so please be respectful while sending asks or talking to me. At the end of the day I’m a human being with feelings behind this blog and I have a life and my own struggles, so having you sending me unpleasant comments about me, my writing, or the character I love, affects me negatively and can ruin my mood. This is the bare minimum while interacting with people in general, so please be respectful and think twice before saying stuff to people.

╰┈➤ As you can see this blog is fully dedicated to Dabi. I post my writing, imagines, thirsty posts about him, I don’t hold back when it comes to the thirst, I am unhinged. This blog will contain NSFW, if you’re not comfy with so much thirst then just unfollow me. There are cases where I also post dark content as well, so be aware!

╰┈➤ I absolutely won’t tolerate Endeavor supporters or anything that includes defending him and attacking Touya. Kindly get (the fuck) out of my page :)

╰┈➤ Tags that I use under my posts. This blog is NOT spoiler free

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❀*ੈ

☁︎｡⋆ Don’t steal, translate, copy, palgiarize, claim my work as your own or post it in other platforms.

☁︎｡⋆ The characters I write for are Dabi & Shigaraki, but mainly Dabi. Please do not ask me to write for other characters, especially if it’s a hero. My writing focuses on villains only.

☁︎｡⋆ Rules for requesting | click there in case you want to submit a request and want to know what I usually write for. Please follow the rules and in case you’re unclear about something, then feel free to ask me!

☁︎｡⋆ Do not send any criticism or judging towards my writing unless I ask for it! It could be extremely discouraging, so please don’t do that if I didn’t ask. If you don’t like the way I write you can scroll away or simply unfollow. It takes less time than to judge.

☁︎｡⋆ Reblogging my work would be really appreciated, since I put my time and effort on them. If you guys enjoyed something, it won’t cost you anything to reblog it. Your comments and reblogs inspire us writers to bring more content for you as well.

☁︎｡⋆ TAGLIST | In case you want to be tagged in every work of mine or just some of them, you can fill this form. If you consent to being tagged, your only “obligation” is to reblog/ comment on everything I tag you. If you don’t do that then do not ask to be tagged at all!

☁︎｡⋆ I am open for collabs as well.

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ✩‧₊˚

✩ I am open to roleplaying in dms or askbox, though if you’re willing to roleplay with some sort of plot and in paragraphs, I think dms are more fit for that.

✩ I usually do self insert or play as my OC. I only accept Dabi roleplayers, or in special cases Shigaraki ones as well.

✩ Your responses need to be the same as mine, I hate short responses. At least a paragraph or two would be enough. And your level of writing has to be good at some point as well.

✩ If you’re willing to roleplay with a plot, my favorite plots are anything that include slow burn, or enemies to lovers, or forbidden love, and I’m also okay with dark themes such as kidnapping, noncon, dubcon etc.

✩ My roleplays with charaanons have their own tags. Please block these tags in case you don’t want to be spammed in your dash.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 ʚ♡︎ɞ

ꕤ* GET TO KNOW ME

ꕤ* Overall online I am open to talk to people, so feel free to talk to me or get to know me, at the end of the day I’m not any celebrity or anything. Please remember that we all have lives outside Tumblr and I won’t always respond in time.

ꕤ* Due to my mental health issues there are cases when I distance & isolate myself, and I don’t interact as much as usual, please do not take it personal. Sometimes we all need some alone time, there are cases where too many social interactions burn me out and give me anxiety, after all I’m super introverted even though online I seem to be more comfy talking to people.

ꕤ* Please do not trauma dump or lovebomb or spam me with messages the moment we know each other, unless we consent to it at some point. It takes a long time for me to be comfy with someone and get out of my shell.

ꕤ* I’m not very good at expressing love & affection with words towards people, but I just want to remind all my mutuals/friends that I appreciate them so much and I will support them till the very end because they’re amazing! So please don’t hate me for not always saying it with words lmfao.

#rules & navigation ^^#rules updated!

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matchamilkislover · 5 months

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In The Darkest Corners, 7.

pairing: vi x fem!oc (reader with a name)

warnings: mature themes, just an overall minors beware, violence, just general arcane-ness.

word count: 2,1765

synopsis: everything continues to go to shit.

author’s note: apologies to my 9 followers for posting all these chapters all at once. love you guys <3

don’t forget to read the other parts first!!

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When Olive came to, her head was spinning and her throat felt dry from thirst. She could feel her hands chained behind her, and something covered her head so she was unable to see her surroundings. After taking a moment to realize what was happening, she pulled on her chains to see if they would loosen. All she got in return was a sharp pain in her wrists — it was clear that her abductor was not a beginner in the practice.

“Hello?” she called out tentatively, ears trained on hearing any small movements or distant sounds. What she got in return was loud footsteps coming towards her and a hand roughly ripping off the sack on her head. The first thing to hit her was bright light streaming into the room, making her squint and try blindly rapidly to adjust to the light. The first thing she saw was a masked person who didn’t seem older than 12 leaning over her. Shocked at first, Olive nearly jumped. That is, if she hadn’t been chained while on the floor.

“Who are you? Where am I?!” She spat, lurching forward to see if she could knock into her watcher. They said nothing, cocking their head almost robotically before moving towards a large opening in the wall that was letting in the bright light. It was when Olive turned to follow their movements that she spotted the figure perched on the opening.

The person was dark skinned with a large portion of his face painted with a dramatic white shape, which matched the dreads that sat on top of his head. He was glaring at Olive like he regretted not already getting rid of her. Olive returned the look.

“What have you done with Vi?” She demanded. He continued glaring. “Look. I’m the reason she’s here in the first place. Whatever you want with her, take me instead. Just let her go!” Olive tried again to tug at her binds, to no avail. Suddenly, another figure swung around the side of the opening.

“My hero,” Vi crooned, leaning against the wall with a smirk.

“Vi!? Wh- I thought they were going to hurt you!” Olive exclaimed, her shock obvious on her face.

“Vi says I can trust you. After the stunt you pulled with my firelights, I find that hard to believe,” the still unnamed man said, his glare unwavering.

“I’m sorry, you attacked us and then abducted Vi! What else am I supposed to do?” Olive retorted with a similar look. Vi rolled her eyes.

“Olive, this is Ekko. He’s an old friend,” Vi explained casually.

“Okay, if he’s such a ‘friend’, why did you end up unconscious, being hauled off to whatever this place is? And why am I still chained by my goddamn hands?!” Olive tugged again and transferred her glaring to Vi.

“Ekko, please?” Vi sighed and looked at him. Looking apprehensive, he sighed and walked over to Olive, reaching behind her and removing the chains with a few movements. Olive moved her hands in front of her and examined her sore and reddened wrists. Ekko held out a hand and helped her pull herself up from the ground. Once standing, she stopped, looked around, and laughed.

“What the fuck am I doing,” she said, in disbelief of what her own life had become. Ekko chuckled.

“You seriously think this is funny?” He said with a smile.

“If I don’t, I think I’ll lose it,” Olive replied with a smirk. “Vi probably already told you everything, but I’m Olive. Most people call me Ol,” she said, holding out a hand to shake. Ekko slapped his hand against hers and curled his fingers into hers to do a casual shake.

“Let’s hope you don’t feel the need to topple anyone else over an edge.”

—

Ekko led them through the sunlit tree community, explaining it to Olive, who clearly hadn’t gotten the same introduction as Vi.

“So,” Vi muttered under her breath to Olive, “everyone calls you Ol, huh? That’s news to me.” The taller girl smirked and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, most people who actually know me call me Ol,” she replied, shrugging. “I just haven’t met anyone I felt like I could trust like that in a while.”

“Oh, so I’m not someone you can trust?” Vi came to a stop.

“Well, when you meet someone for the first time while they’re in prison, trust isn’t exactly the first thing on your mind.” Olive rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t sure I could trust you. Now I am.” She shrugged and kept walking. She heard Vi chuckle behind her and follow her in step. Meanwhile, Ekko led them to a stop in front of a large mural.

“Now, let’s talk about what we’re all actually here for.” His face had turned serious. “Can either of you tell me what this is? More specifically, why Jinx had it?” He twisted a lever on a large cylindrical container he had been holding to reveal the blue gemstone that Olive had first seen on the platform. She furrowed her brows together, trying to figure out why it seemed so familiar. Suddenly, she gasps.

“That's a gemstone - the key to all of Hextech’s technology. My mother suddenly had one right before…everything,” Olive said, trailing off as dots started to connect in her head. She had to focus. “Regardless, that needs to be returned to Piltover and the Council. It’s not safe in anyone’s hands, period.”

“No way!” Ekko exclaimed in what almost seemed like offense. “They got enough power as is. I think it’s time we take some of it back!” He pulled the container closer to him.

“No,” Vi suddenly spoke up. “She’s right. The Undercity is already falling apart enough without hoards of enforcers coming in here looking for that thing.”

Ekko sighed, clearly apprehensive. “And how do you suggest we return it without getting arrested ourselves?”

“I know someone,” Olive piped up. “We were friends when I was still…living in Topside.” She gulped nervously, eyeing Ekko. “Her mom is a council member. If we play our cards right, we just might have a chance.”

“Fine.” Ekko grimaced. “But if we’re doing this, I’m the one actually giving it to them.”

Olive shrugged. “Why not?”

—

The trio made good time traveling through abandoned tunnels and back alleys to reach the bridge that connects Piltover to the Undercity. Eventually, Olive fell slightly behind while Vi and Ekko took to the front, conversing in hushed tones that Olive couldn’t quite pick up.

“So…you two are just friends, huh?” Ekko teased.

Vi resisted the red threatening to flood her cheeks. “Yeah, little man. We’re uhhh…we’re just friends,” she replied, shoving him playfully on the shoulder.

“I don’t think ‘just friends’ look at each other like that, idiot,” Ekko retorted, shoving Vi back.

“Whatever,” Vi said, rolling her eyes sarcastically. Olive watched them, unable to hear their conversation, but craving the connection she could tell the two had; even after seven years apart.

By the time they snuck through a mechanism of the giant bridge and climbed onto the actual structure, night had fallen. They walked at a steady pace across the bridge, weaving around strange barricades that stood with no one to actually monitor them. Unusual, but Topside was always doing something. They were guided by flickering street lamps and the green glow of Ekko’s hoverboard. Suddenly, Olive heard Vi’s footsteps stop behind her and she turned around.

“I can’t leave her again.” Vi stated solemnly.

“You can’t change her,” Ekko replied, also having turned around.

“I have to try.”

Ekko scoffed and walked towards her. “Don’t get yourself killed,” he said before wrapping her in a hug. Olive couldn’t help but wonder just how well they had known themselves in the past.

“No promises,” Vi replied with a smile. But her eyes were on Olive. Ekko and Vi split and Olive froze for a second before throwing herself forward and wrapping her in a hug as well. A strange feeling fluttered inside her when Vi wrapped her arms around her as well. Olive almost got lost in her heartbeat, her breath, how she felt. But she couldn’t forget that this was a goodbye.

“It’s been real, Cupcake. Thank you. For everything,” Vi said quietly in Olive’s ear. Feeling tears threatening to fall, Olive shoved her face into Vi’s chest and held her tighter. After what felt like both forever and no time at all, the two drew apart, Vi’s hand lingering on Olive’s cheek before she finally pulled away fully. Olive watched with a breaking heart as Vi turned and slowly walked into the fog that covered the Undercity end of the bridge.

Once Vi had disappeared, Olive and Ekko turned and continued down the bridge. After what felt like only a few moments, gigantic lights flashed in their eyes, and a man’s voice loudly shouted at them to stop. The two of them raised their hands to protect their eyes from the blinding light, and the man started to walk towards them.

“Olive Whitlock…never thought I’d see you here again,” the man crooned, finally coming into view.

“Marcus?” Olive asked, shocked that the one time they try to go Topside, he’s the first one she runs into. The one who’s voice she had heard first a year ago, when she had been run out of her own home and lost her family for what might be forever. “We…we don’t mean any harm, we found something that was lost,” she pleaded, hoping they would at least turn off the lights. Marcus raised an eyebrow and scoffed.

“Oh yeah? And have you got any proof of that?” He asked menacingly, his gun already in hand.

“No!” Ekko exclaimed, holding his hand over the container holding the gemstone protectively.

“Ekko…please. We have too,” Olive bargained, looking at him with pleading eyes. He sighed apprehensively, but moved to open the pack. The second Marcus laid eyes on the gemstone glowing inside, he aimed and shot Ekko directly in the chest.

“Ekko!” Olive screamed, about to move towards his body that had flown back from the blow, but Marcus was already pointing his gun at her. Olive thought she might have heard Vi yelling her name in the distance; but maybe it was wishful, or desperate, thinking. Olive backed away, her hands up and her heart beating fast.

“You never should have shown your face here again, Whitlock,” Marcus spat, closing in on her. Before he could shoot her too, what looked like hundreds of glowing green mechanical bugs — firelights, as Olive had heard them call — descended upon them. They landed on the ground, on enforcer’s shoulders, even Marcus’s gun. They ticked menacingly until suddenly, the air exploded with their tiny but powerful bodies, filling the air with smoke and the effect of many small fireworks. The world went black.

Olive awoke a few moments later, her back aching and a sharp pain in the side of her leg. She tried to push herself off the ground, but cried out when she tried to put weight on her injured leg and quickly realized that she may not be able to walk on her own. Shit. The beams were now flickering, having been partially destroyed by the blast, and an eerie whistling floated quietly from a ways down the bridge. Olive whimpered and almost succumbed to the pain again when footsteps came racing towards her and someone suddenly slid down into her view.

“Vi?” Olive whispered, looking up at her. Vi nodded, her face flooded with worry. She quickly pulled Olive’s arm over her shoulder and wrapped her own arm around her, pulling Olive up to a standing position where she was barely on her own weight at all. Olive felt Vi’s head suddenly turn up and followed the movement to see Jinx waltzing toward them. She held the container with the gemstone confidently. Upon seeing the two of them, Jinx gritted her teeth and suddenly showered them with bullets with her giant gun. Vi instantly pushed the two of them apart with such power that they flew to opposite sides of the bridge. Olive knocked her head into the rail and was flooded with dizziness, closing her eyes to try and focus her senses. When she opened her eyes, she saw Ekko flying towards Jinx on his hoverboard, yelling a battle cry as he zoomed towards her. Vi was back to Olive’s side in an instant, pulling her back up onto her feet. As she did, Ekko attacked Jinx, hitting her gun out of her hand with his staff as he sped past her. The force of the hit knocked her down, and he sped back over, yanking the container away from her and sliding to the stop between Jinx and them. He shoved the container towards them, yelling at them to go. With one last desperate look at her sister, Vi turned and led them quickly past the light. Into Piltover.

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kazuyummy · 9 months

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⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ N E V E R N O T D A Y D R E A M I N G .

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asks: always open! thirsts: open! - can be sfw or nsfw requests: only these matchups / drabbles for now anons: AK, ☎️, ⚾️, ☕️ (feel free to sign off asks w an emoji or initials and i'll add you here!)

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we-are-maladaptive · 1 year

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Masterlist ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ Rules ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ Introduction

FANDOMS I USUALLY WRITE FOR:

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frankcastleonlyfans · 2 years

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🧸 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 !!

☁︎·̩͙✧ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄:

Hi, my name is Elle, I'm 19, and I've been writing fanfiction since I learned how to write my own name (no, not really). I use she/her pronouns. Also, I'm from Brazil, so feel free to talk to me in portuguese if you'd like.

☁︎·̩͙✧ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆:

I've been writing fanfiction since I was 11, on wattpad. I needed to get the ideas and obsessions that I have out of my head, so I see this blog as an opportunity to be creative (and also as an escapism mechanism, so I don't go completely insane). I hope you like my work.

☁︎·̩͙✧ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊:

I only work with female!reader and she/her pronouns. I can do a bit of angst and dark themed stuff but no gore.

☁︎·̩͙✧ 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒:

We can talk about anything in my asks, this is a safe space for you as just as it is for me. You can ask me about my writing process, you can talk to me about your day and your thoughts, we can talk about movies and TV shows (I am a cinema enthusiast, so I very much enjoy that kind of topic!!). We can also talk about dilfs because I could spend my entire day talking about older man I thirst over.

☁︎·̩͙✧ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒:

So, I don't do "requests". It's just because sometimes I feel like I'm obligated to write something, and that kind of feeling gets in the way of my creative process and I can't write (it's just the use of the word "request" that gives anxiety). I do accept "ideas", so if you got anything on your mind that you would like to see on a oneshot (not smut pls) I may do it.

☁︎·̩͙✧ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃/𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇:

Even though I mostly don't write smut oneshots, I do read that A LOT. So, I may reblog and interact with NSFW content, such as:

- dubcon/cnc

- degradation/praise kink

- dumbification

- sizekink

- age gap

– incest (c'mon i'm a huge helaemond preacher)

- some goreish stuff? (this is mostly an asoiaf blog)

May I remind you, this blog is not meant for minors. And if you don't feel comfortable with the kind of content that I interact with, this blog is not for you either.

#frankcastleonlyfans guidelines

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beastlyinstrument · 1 year

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She Walks In Beauty | Regency Era AU Series - jamespotterthefirst ☁️

Lovely - jamespotterthefirst ☁️

Blinding Lights - jamespotterthefirst ☁️

Beautiful Thing - jamespotterthefirst ☁️

Back to the sun - perriewinklenerdie ☁️

“I’m stuck” “Eyes on me” “Do not. Tempt. Me” - @multifandomhaven ☁️

Birthday Treat - @writinghereandthere ☁️

Winter - writinghereandthere ☁️

Expect the Unexpected | Part V - @thanialis ☁️

Kissing with an artificial height difference - @hopelessromantic1352 ☁️

Admitting Defeat - hopelessromantic1352 ☁️

Happy Again - hopelessromantic1352 ☁️

Don’t Be Stubborn. Try It! - hopelessromantic1352 ☁️

A Revelation - hopelessromantic1352 ☁️

In Sickness and In Health - hopelessromantic1352 ☁️

Kiss Prompt #68 - A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me” - hopelessromantic1352 ☁️

Adrenaline Rush - jamespotterthefirst ☁️

Lunch Date - jamespotterthefirst ☁️

Enchant Me - jamespotterthefirst ☁️

Fake Wife - jamespotterthefirst ☁️

Four Hearts (OH & WEH crossover) - jamespotterthefirst ☁️

Prompt #47 “Rendered me speechless” - jamespotterthefirst ☁️

Cute - writinghereandthere ☁️

At Last - jamespotterthefirst ☁️

Curveball | Series - @rookie-ramsey ☁️

Ethan’s Romantic Proposal HC - utterlyinevitable ☁️

Gossip - starrystarrytrouble ☁️

Side by Side - @usuallyamazinglyaverage ☁️

Birthday Temptations - @trappedinfanfiction ☁️

Payback | Birthday Temptations Sequel - trappedinfanfiction ☁️

Attending - jamespotterthefirst ☁️

Just Browsing - writinghereandthere ☁️

Valentine - jamespotterthefirst ☁️

Fated | OH AU - @liaromancewriter ☁️

Do No Harm - @blazerina 🥀

“Two Lives, One Heart.” | Series - @bonaofsavoy 🥀

She loves him. He breaks her - @arharperwrites 🥀

Unchained Melody - writinghereandthere 🥀

Miami Beach/Love My Way - writinghereandthere 🥀

It Was Heaven A Moment Ago - usuallyamazinglyaverage 🥀

True Feelings - blazerina 🥀

Prompt #21 “Stop worrying about you?…” - jamespotterthefirst 🥀

Angsty Ask: If MC had died during the attack - @tsrookie 🥀

Calling To Say I’m Marrying Someone Else HC - alwaysmychoices 🥀

Fight or Flight? - @withbeautyandrage 🥀

Drunk Words Have Sober Consequences - @utterlyinevitable 🥀

Five Years Since You Left Boston - alwaysmychoices 🥀

Exile - @justanotherrookie 🥀

The Ticking Clock | Part 3 - ao719 🥀💦

A Weekend With Dr. Ramsey | Series - @alwaysmychoices 🥀💦

With And Without | Follow-up Series - alwaysmychoices 🥀💦

Code Blue - writinghereandthere 💦

Rivulets (Shower) - jamespotterthefirst 💦

Satin Sheets - jamespotterthefirst 💦

Under My Skin - heauxplesslydevoted 💦

Temptation - @nazario-sayeed 💦

Fourteen Hours - writinghereandthere 💦

Thirst Trapping - writinghereandthere 💦

I Missed You - hopelessromantic1352 💦

Untamed Desires - @takemyopenheart 💦

Just In Case - @itslaniquelove 💦

Good Morning - @fanficnewbie 💦

Anonymous - @starrystarrytrouble 💦

At His Mercy - @openheartthot 💦

Balcony - starrystarrytrouble 💦

The Viper | OH AU - @jamespotterthefirst 🔥

Happier | Series - @oofchoices ☁️💦

Five Birthdays - jamespotterthefirst ☁💦

Post Coital - utterlyinevitable ☁💦

Forever’s Gonna Start Tonight - @perriewinklenerdie ☁️💦

Fight - starrystarrytrouble ☁️💦

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝.

#ethan ramsey #open heart #choices #playchoices #play choices #beastly fic favourites

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wongyuseokie · 1 year

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Leaf Me Alone | j.w.w

Summary: Jeon Wonwoo is the newest hire at your flower shop, and he’s handsome, tall and painfully shy, and worst of all, in the last three months, you’ve exchanged three whole sentences and nods, you never know what he’s thinking, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s annoyed by your presence. pg |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ mild angst | ♥ completed work Word Count: 1814 words

Age: PG

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, hints of angst, reader rightfully thirsts over Wonwoo.

Content Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff and miscommunication, but it is lowkey cute.

Smut Warnings: None, really, another tooth-rotting fluff fic.

Authors Note: I took inspiration from how introverted Wonwoo is, it’s incredibly endearing to me, but it’s also something that I worry that, as an extrovert, I’ll scare off any introverted person I meet. So, I just wanted to explore that idea. It’s very self-serving and fluffy 💕 Authors Note 2: Thank you so so much, my lovely @here4btsfics. For just hearing me go on and on about Wonwoo like every day and encouraging me with this story and yelling me to post it, I adore you dearly and thank you so much for helping me beta this too!! Thank you to @defwoodz for always reading over this and clowning me. Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

Three Months Ago,

“Finally, this is Y/N, my daughter. She runs the shop most days. Y/N, this is Wonwoo, our newest hire,” your mum spoke as she introduced you to a tall and handsome man with a shy smile gracing his face.

“Hi, Wonwoo. Nice to meet you!” You greeted him enthusiastically, making him grin more shyly before he greeted you.

“You too,” you responded, his voice deep and resonating, it was deeper than the ocean, honestly, and you were convinced that this man would be the reason you finally understood what a work crush meant.

Wonwoo smiled at you once more before following your mother around the flower shop for a tour, and you smiled back at him. So, what if he was shy at first? Wasn’t everyone? You were sure that throughout working together, you two would be able to develop a friendship at least.

Your hopes of developing a friendship were shot to smithereens when you realised that Wonwoo was not only very shy but also very diligent. Never one to engage in non-work-related conversations during work hours and over the three months, he’d been working. You both exchanged roughly three whole sentences.

“Stop staring and ask him if he wants a coffee or something,” your mum whispered, making you yelp and pout at her.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you defended weakly, making your mother grin at you.

“Those heart eyes can be seen from a mile away. Just ask him if he wants to grab a coffee or something. He seems like a sweet kid,” your mother encouraged, and you shrugged.

“So sweet that he doesn’t speak?” You asked, and your mother just smiled at you.

“He might not feel comfortable starting a conversation, but that doesn’t mean he can’t hold one or have one. It just means he might need someone else to start it sometimes. Plus, he’s the new one here, go,” your mother explained, giving you a slight nudge making you pout more as you walked over slowly towards Wonwoo’s station.

Honestly, looking the way he did was a crime. You often thought this, his captivating features, often making him look cold or unapproachable, paired with a faded apron and his long fingers delicately arranging flowers into a bouquet, it all looked like something out of a romance novel. He was the mysterious, cold, but soft guy, and you were the wide-eyed girl who could only admire the man you knew nothing about.

“Hey!” You greeted as you walked over to stand opposite Wonwoo.

“Oh, Y/N, hi, you, okay? I heard you, I think, squeaking over there?” Wonwoo joked, and you grinned at him.

Wonwoo, while shy, had his moments. You knew he could be funny and had a harmless and silly sense of humour, and it endeared to you dearly.

“Yeah, my mum was talking to me, anyways I was wondering if you’d be free for a coffee or tea?” You asked quickly, and Wonwoo nodded.

“Sure! I was looking for a boost. Where do you fancy going?” Wonwoo asked, and you smiled at him before suggesting a place.

It worked! You thought it was fine, and you and Wonwoo would now be friends, and it was all because you mustered up the courage to speak to him.

Three Weeks Later

Since the coffee trip, you and Wonwoo had gotten closer. You were getting to know him. You knew his favourite colour and what he’d do if he was upset. Wonwoo was so many things, but there was still a wall up, something you couldn’t get past. He wouldn’t let you in completely, but you had a trick up your sleeve.

“Wonwoo, you know they say that you can tell much about someone based on their favourite things?” You stated lamely, and Wonwoo looked up from his floral arrangement to stare at you nodding slowly, humouring you.

“Yes?” He replied unsurely.

“Well, what’s your favourite flower?” You asked, and Wonwoo paused to think about it.

“I don’t think I have one,” Wonwoo answered.

You work in a flower shop. Your plan was failing because he didn’t have a favourite flower. You hoped he’d answer.

“Doesn’t mean I need to have a flower,” Wonwoo answered, and you pouted, and you missed the way he smiled fondly at you.

“But, to answer your question. I can tell you a flower I find pretty?” Wonwoo offered, and you nodded eagerly.

“I like carnations. They look pretty,” Wonwoo stated, and you smiled at him until you recalled what carnations symbolise.

“Don’t they mean new love?” You said, your voice quieter and Wonwoo shrugged.

“I didn’t know that, but I guess they do, huh? How apt,” Wonwoo said with a grin, and you felt your chest hurt with his words, and you needed to get away. Of course, he had love in his life, and you were wasting your time.

“Cool, carnations, um. I’ll see you later,” you rushed as you tried to move away.

“Wait, you didn’t tell me your favourite flower?” Wonwoo asked, and you shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter anymore,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo pouted at you but didn’t protest any further when you walked away.

Three Days Later

The following Monday, you got to work to find a bouquet of red roses delicately wrapped and placed on your workstation, and you saw a note on the bouquet.

‘You never told me your favourite, is this it?’ -Wonwoo

You had to fight off the smile that was making its way to your face. You knew he was in the shop. You could see his denim jacket out of your peripheral. You sighed and admired the flowers, put them in a vase, and paid no attention to them.

You thought the flowers were beautiful, but red roses were never your favourite.

Wonwoo wasn’t offended. He just made a note he’d try something else tomorrow.

On Tuesday, you found a bouquet of daisies at your workstation, and you stared up to see Wonwoo smiling at you, and you shook your head, smiling at him, and he nodded, understanding that daisies weren’t the ones either.

You did read his note, however.

‘No to red roses? I agree, they can be a lot; let’s see, how about daisies?’-Wonwoo

You almost felt bad for not telling Wonwoo your favourite flowers, you didn’t want him to keep making bouquets to figure out your favourite flowers, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention. Plus, you figured that he couldn’t keep it up for too long. What was the harm?

‘I mean, honestly, I don’t know too many people who like daffodils, but maybe you do?’-Wonwoo.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you read Wonwoo’s note Wednesday morning. You turned to face him, and he looked at you questioningly, and you just smiled softly and shook your head at him, making him pout. Then nodded at you.

“I work in a flower shop. I’ll find it,” Wonwoo declared, making you smile.

You’d stop him soon. What he was doing wasn’t entirely appropriate. It was getting out of hand, especially if he had a new love in his life.

“They say orchids are wonderful. Tell me, Y/N is this your favourite?”-Wonwoo.

“Wonwoo,” you said as you approached him after you saw the bouquet at your workstation the following.

“I got it. Orchids, right? I guess Thursday is my lucky day,” Wonwoo babbled excitedly, and you shook your head.

“Damn, well, I still have Friday! I can’t stay and chat. I have a few deliveries to make,” Wonwoo said hurriedly, leaving you with a handful of Orchids and a soft smile on your face.

“Like the sun, you brighten my day. Sunflowers must be the one?”-Wonwoo.

“Tell me. I got these, right? Make my Friday Y/N. Did I finally get the right one?” Wonwoo asked as you placed the flowers into the vase.

“We should talk,” you said, taking his hand and dragging him into the office.

“Wonwoo, if you have a girlfriend, it’s highly inappropriate to send me flowers,” you started to say, earning a chuckle from him.

“A girlfriend?” Wonwoo asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, the carnations, they mean new love, and you said it was apt,” you explained, earning another chuckle from Wonwoo.

“What is so damn funny?” You questioned, and Wonwoo inched closer to you.

“Did I ever say I had a girlfriend?” Wonwoo asked, and you looked down at the floor.

“No,” you mumbled.

“Then?” Wonwoo pushed.

“You said new love was apt,” you argued, and Wonwoo smiled, nodding.

“I did, and there is someone I love spending my time with, except for the past week, she’s been ignoring me. So, I kept sending her the wrong flowers, hoping I’d get her to talk,” Wonwoo explained, making you look up at him.

“Wrong flowers?” You asked, and Wonwoo nodded, pointing to the vase you kept on your office desk.

“I put these in the vase every day, but sadly you only noticed the wrong ones,” Wonwoo explained as he pointed to the peonies carefully arranged and placed on the vase on your desk.

“I have a pattern of noticing the wrong things, I guess,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo shook his head as you turned to face him.

“Well, you noticed, late, but you noticed, so it’s good,” Wonwoo comforted.

“Wait, how did you know peonies are my favourite?” You asked, making Wonwoo smile shyly.

“Anytime you had an order with peonies, you held them and handled each stem, each petal with so much care, and when you were done, you’d smile at each creation and take a photo. I figured you liked them enough,” Wonwoo elaborated, making you grin at them.

“I also heard they symbolise love,” Wonwoo added, making you grin.

“How apt,” you mumbled, making Wonwoo laugh as he inched closer, his face inches away from yours.

“Now, may I please kiss you? You do owe me for making you the wrong bouquets for five days straight,” Wonwoo asked, pouting.

“Please,” you said quietly, and that’s all it took for Wonwoo to close the gap between you two as he placed his lips over yours, his soft lips melting and moving against yours as his hands cupped your face. He pulled away slowly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You can’t do that. I get flustered,” you whined, making Wonwoo laugh.

“Prepare always to be flustered now that you’re mine,” Wonwoo declared, and you looked up at him.

“I’m yours?” You asked, and Wonwoo nodded shyly.

“Good, then you’re mine too,” you said, leaning up to kiss him again.

“Out of curiosity,” you said as you pulled away. “How long would you have continued sending me flowers if I didn’t stop you?” You asked.

“As long as it took to end up in this position.”

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