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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 17 hours

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Roman Reigns: "Go ahead, touch it." (Part I)

Warning: Explicit language

Roman. "Girl, I can't believe you refused to kiss that man. It's just one little kiss. What harm could it do?" Your best friend and co-worker, Bianca Belair, teased as you and she walked, arm-in-arm, down the corridors of the building. Tonight, you were filming yet another episode of Friday Night SmackDown to yet another sold-out crowd.

You roll your eyes as your heart skips a beat thinking about your meeting with the creative team earlier that morning alongside the Bloodline. See, you were currently one of the hottest WWE stars on the roster so of course it made sense that you somehow found a way to connect with the hottest faction in all of wrestling history, The Bloodline. You've been a part of WWE for over ten years, having made history throughout your career. You were always prepared for a challenge, no matter what came your way. However, nothing could prepare you for what Hunter (aka Triple H) had requested of you just hours ago during your meeting with the Bloodline.

What was the tough challenge he assigned to you? Well none other than forming an on-screen relationship with The Bloodline's leader, the Head of the Table, the Tribal Chief himself....Roman Reigns.

Why was this such a hard task for you? Well, it's simple really...you have no experience when it comes to men...especially hot ones like Roman Reigns. I mean...the guy looked like God himself took his time crafting him in his mother's womb. He was fine as hell and aged like fine wine. You'd be lying if you said his presence didn't intimidate you. And it didn't help that you've always had a crush on him since you debuted in NXT the same year, he and fellow Shield members, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins, debuted. I mean, how can you not?

When he first debuted as the quiet "Muscle" of The Shield, it was no surprise that women were all over him, especially after finding out he was single. Back then, women would fall to their knees for him if he asked them to, and now, it's only heightened since his transformation into his Tribal Chief gimmick. The ladies were like moths to a flame when it came to him. Which you hated because you wished you had the confidence to even approach him and say hi, yet you didn't. Instead, you'd sort of sit on the sideline and watch as different women went in and out of his locker room, often sporting a fucked out look of exhaustion, satisfaction, and accomplishment. Why just a couple of months ago you watched, shocked, as the newcomer on the SmackDown roster, Jade Cargill wobbled out of his locker room only minutes before the show started. That's just how easy it was to fall to the command of the Tribal Chief.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Why the hell would you have a crush on a man like that? A player like that. You didn't know but the innocent woman in you couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to be with the Tribal Chief in such an unwarranted predicament. Underneath him. Screaming his name like the sweetest of song lyrics. But then again, the common sense in you wanted nothing to do with being just another woman in his bed. You've obtained one of the best, if not the best, reputations with not only the WWE Universe but your co-workers and fellow staff and you refused to mess that up with your curiosity about the Tribal Chief.

"Did you hear me?" Bianca says, knocking you out of your thoughts, as she momentarily stops walking to glance at you.

"Huh? Oh yeah....I heard you. But girl, it's simple. I just.....I don't want a love storyline right now. I've never had a love storyline in my entire career, so I was just a little shocked when Hunter said he wanted me to start working closely with Roman. I mean, it's an honor considering Roman is one of the top, if not the top, stars in the company, but.....I don't know. Plus.....I.....I've never even had my first kiss so it would be a little awkward. And I want my first kiss to be speci-" Bianca cuts you off by yelling.

"GIRL WHAT?! You've never had your first kiss?!" she exaggerates as you quickly put your hand over her mouth to shut her up. The last thing you needed was for people to hear your conversation.

"Girl...tone it down. And no...no I haven't. Sis, you should know by now that I keep to myself. I don't socialize like that. So no, I never dated." You sigh as you shrug, and resume walking down the halls to get to the catering room. You were starving and your stomach was growling.

"Girl...I knew you were an introvert, but I didn't know you were like that. Damn girl....so you're a virgin? Which means you ain't ever got no di-" you cut her off.

"Girl...uh-uh. Don't use that vulgar language around me. Plus, it's not like it's a bad thing....right? I understand people around my age (27), who usually have already been in relationships and had sex and whatnot. Hell, most have already had their first kiss, but I don't know. I've never had that experience before. So...when I do, I just want it to be special. Not because my boss told me to do it. You know what I mean?" you say as Bianca quietly nods.

"No...I get it. Your first kiss can either be a magical experience or dreadful. Thankfully, Tez made up for the terrible kisses I've experienced in my past." Bianca giggles as you both smile, turning the corner just as you accidentally bump into someone.

"Omg I'm so so-"you say quickly as you almost stumble over your words.

"Ahhh just the young woman I was looking for. Y/n...Bianca, how are you ladies?" The loud voice of Paul Heyman greets you as you look at him apologetically.

"Doing great actually. Y/n was telling me that she possibly has a storyline with Roman coming, is that right?" Bianca smiles, nudging your arm slightly as you stand quietly, playing with your fingers.

"Well...that was until Miss Y/n refused to fulfill her obligations of the storyline as a companion of the Tribal Chief, your Tribal Chief. Which brings me to why I was searching for you, Miss Y/n. The Tribal Chief himself has requested to see you in his locker room, privately. I presume he wants to speak business away from others. Surely you won't keep him waiting for much longer." Paul speaks as you feel your heart flutter.

You were pretty sure you weren't in Roman's good graces after refusing to do a storyline with him. One thing about him is that he was a professional, a businessman if you will, and he prided himself on doing whatever was best for business. Whatever kept the dollars and viewership rolling in, he made sure he perfected his craft. Hence, why you assumed he'd look at you indifferently after you awkwardly told him and others in the meeting room that you didn't think you were a good fit to be the on-screen lover of the Tribal Chief. Yet, here he was, requesting to see you.

You guess you were sitting contemplating too long because Bianca speaks up for you, "She'll be right there. Gone head, Y/n."

You snap out of it as you look at her like she is crazy. You were starving and the last thing you needed was to sit in someone's locker room for hours as your stomach growled embarrassingly.

"I'm sorry Paul, but...I can't. My decision stands. Now if you'll excuse me, Bianca and I were headed to get something to eat." You say politely as you try to walk past Paul, but he blocks your way.

"Settle down Miss Y/n. He's not asking you to do anything unbecoming. He simply wants to have a one-on-one verbal exchange with another top star in this business. Now, being that you are at the top of the women's division, I'd presume you want to make decisions that demonstrate why you are at the top. Hence, why it would be in your best interest, and the best interest of this company, to meet with the Tribal Chief, the Head of the Table, the Greatest Champion of the Modern Day Era, the G.O.A.T., and Undisputed WWE Universal Champion himself. Now please....let's not keep him waiting. After all, he is a man with a very busy schedule and timeliness is a courtesy to others." Paul rambles as you look at him and Bianca in disbelief as he begins walking away, gesturing for you to follow behind him.

"See you later girl!" you hear Bianca say as you reluctantly follow Paul's lead.

Your mind is racing as he leads you down the corridor until you finally make it to the only locker room with The Bloodline sign stamped on it. Paul instinctively knocks on the door as you mentally prepare yourself for whatever this is going to turn out to be.

"Who is it?" you hear Roman's booming voice question from the other side of the door.

Oh God....his voice was filled with so much authority, it scared you.

You swallow the lump in your throat as Paul responds, "It's me Tribal Chief, I've brought along Y/n to speak with you as you requested."

"Come in," Roman responds as Paul happily opens the door for you. You inwardly sigh.

Here goes nothing.

You slowly walk into the locker room as you come face-to-face with The Bloodline members, The Undisputed tag team champions, The Usos, The Enforcer known as Solo Sikoa, the Honorary Uce Sami Zayn, and of course, the man himself, Roman Reigns.

Breathe Y/n....breathe.....

"So, I told her, why eat your p*ssy when I can get fish from Captain D's then I kicked her stank a** out my hotel room. Hahahaha" Jey laughs as he, his twin brother, and Sami chatter.

Suddenly, all chattering comes to a halt as the attention is turned to you. Gosh, you hated this. You hated being the center of attention. It made you very self-aware of your appearance, flaws, everything. You awkwardly nod your head towards them before you build the courage to use your voice.

"Hi...." You mutter.

"Everyone....out, now." Roman commands as the Bloodline members immediately jump to their feet to leave.

"Sup, Y/n," Jimmy says quietly as he walks past you, his brothers and Sami following suit, each greeting you.

Paul quickly goes over to Roman and whispers something in his ear as Paul not-so discretely points at you before hurrying out the door.

The door closes and it's now just you and Roman in the quiet room. You look anywhere but his face as he looks at you in amusement.

"Don't be shy, come on. Have a seat." He says lowly as you slowly follow instructions and take a seat on the couch, making sure to keep a distance between the two of you.

He chuckles lightly at your actions before taking a deep breath.

"Well, I don't want to keep you long, Wiseman said he interrupted you on your way to get some food, so I'll be quick. The reason I wanted to speak with you was to ask why you didn't want to do the storyline with me. Have I done something wrong? I'm sure I haven't because we haven't crossed paths since your days of the Wyatt Family (which you were a part of) and my days as a member of The Shield." He says as he looks over at you, curious to hear your response.

"Listen Roman...I-I don't want to come across as rude, okay? I don't want to come across as someone who doesn't do what's best for business. Trust me, I know you and I partnering together would do astronomical numbers but-"

"But what?" he says softly as he leans back, spreading his legs to get comfortable.

You try not to be so obvious as you take a glance at his sweatpants or rather what was in his sweatpants as it came to full view when he leaned back. Gosh, just the outline of it was.....

Omg girl, no! Stay focused!

A light chuckle knocks you out of your inner monologue as Roman bites his beautifully pink bottom lip.

(I do not own this gif)

"Like what you see, babygirl?" he quips, noticing how you instantly look away after being caught staring at his dick print.

"N-n-no I wasn't looking I-..haha" You laugh nervously as his presence starts to overwhelm you. This is the most you've ever spent alone with a man. You've officially broken a personal record of yours.

"It's okay...you can do more than just look at it." He smirks as your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at his comment.

"E-excuse me?" you say standing to your feet, displaying disgust at his lewd comments towards you.

He shrugs, casually propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him.

"I'm just saying....I can put that mouth to good use. Maybe that'll convince you to be my on-screen romance." He laughs.

"Excuse you, but I am not some hoe. You think just because you're used to getting what you want, I'll just agree to anything you say? Look, I'm not your cousins, I'm not Sami Zayn, and I'm certainly not the Wiseman Paul Heyman that waits on you hand and foot. I-" he cuts you off.

"Whoa, whoa Miss Class-And-Dignity. I'm only teasing. Calm down, we have serious business to discuss. I'll keep my hands to myself...if that's what you want." He says as you roll your eyes but take your seat again.

"Listen Y/n, I'm a businessman that makes the best business decisions for my career and those I work with. I want to elevate to the top of the mountain and do whatever it takes to maintain it at the top. With that being said, when the opportunity presented itself, I had to jump on the chance to work with you. After all, you are in a league of your own. I mean.... you are the first black woman to main-event Wrestlemania. You are the first woman in WWE history to do a lot of things. You are at the top of the women's division-"You listen quietly as he continues.

"..... And I'm at the top of this company. I am the greatest champion of all time and it's only right that I have the greatest women's wrestler by my side, Y/n. And that's you. No other woman on this roster can compete with you. No other woman fits me the way you would. I'd love to have you by my side. Imagine the things we could do together, running this business. It's an opportunity that we just can't pass up." He says as you slowly consume his every word.

He did have a point. You two were the best of the best, the cream of the crop, so it only made sense to collaborate and make some major money. But you just couldn't. Just the mere thought of working with him scared you a little. Again, as previously stated, this is the same man you've had this huge crush on for years. You didn't really know how to act around him.

He watches your features closely as you ponder over his words.

"Listen, Y/n. I don't want to force you into working with me but just think about it. I want you to be comfortable. Besides, what is it exactly that makes you so.....nervous around me? You seem so confident in the ring cutting promos and tossing people around the ring, yet right now, you look.......nervous." He inquires curiously.

You sigh deeply.

Well....here goes nothing.....

"Well...it's just that...well....I...." you try to come up with the right words to say without making yourself look stupid.

He stays quiet as he looks at you expectantly, wanting to hear what you have to say.

"I just.......Roman, I've never been in a relationship before, okay? I've never even had my first kiss yet, so when they asked me to start a romance with you, I got extremely nervous. Especially when they said they wanted us to eventually kiss for the cameras. It just makes me nervous, and I don't want to mess this up. I-"

"You've never been kissed before?" he says, in an almost shocked tone.

You shrug your shoulders, playing with your fingers as you quickly respond, "No."

It grows quiet in the room as he ponders what you just revealed to him. No wonder you damn near flipped at his filthy comments earlier.

Suddenly, he smirks to himself. Maybe he can get you to get comfortable around him. If it was experience you were looking for....maybe he could offer his services to you.

"How 'bout this, Y/n, you agree to work with me, and I do what I can to make you comfortable with me. It's a win-win situation." He suggests as you look at him confused.

"What do you mean?" you ask as he stands to his feet, rolling his shoulders back as he peers down at you.

"It means I'm gonna make you comfortable with my body first and foremost. Body language is especially important in convincing the audience. So, for now, I'm gonna familiarize you with my body. Capeesh?" he says grinning at you.

You look at him confused and nervous, "And how are you going to do that?"

Suddenly he removes his shirt as you let out a gasp. Followed by him dropping his pants, along with his boxers, as he stood bare in front of you.

"Oh my God!" you squeal as you instinctively cover your eyes.

"Go ahead, touch it." He smirks, licking his lips, as you can't believe what is happening right now. Did this man really just expose himself to you and permit you to touch his dick? This can't be reality.

"Absolutely not. Are you insane?!" you say continuing to keep your eyes squeezed shut.

"Babygirl...it's a dick. It's not gonna bite. Touch it. Feel it. Stroke it. Suck it. Fuck it. Do whatever you want to it so long as you don't bite it." He encourages as you're going insane in your head.

This can't be real.....

"Time is ticking." He sighs playfully looking at his gold Rolex on his wrist.

Omg...omg....

He clearly wasn't gonna leave this alone. Maybe if you tapped it, he'd pull his damn pants back up and you could run out of there, never to see his face again.

You sigh heavily, "Omg this is....o-o-okay fine but....I'm not stroking it." You say nervously as you shakily reach your hand out blindly (as you still have your other hand covering up your eyes).

Roman chuckles at your innocence. He's never had a woman react to him this way. Sounds crazy, but it made him a little excited, intrigued, almost feeling animalistic like a predator amongst its prey. He was gonna break you in, starting now. However, it appeared you were having trouble with this simple task of touching his dick, let alone looking at it. Maybe you needed a little encouragement.

"Here, do this," Roman says as he grabs your hand and gently guides it around his dick. You instantly squeal upon contact with the thick flesh.

You couldn't believe it. It was a new sensation as your hand remained unmoving on the soft skin. You hear Roman slightly hiss and you grow scared. Had you unknowingly hurt him? Gripped him too tight?

"I'm so sorry. Sorry. Did I hurt you?" you apologize, releasing your hold on his flesh.

He chuckles deeply, "No, actually. You did quite the opposite. I'm sorry but I will try to contain myself a little better next time. Now, that wasn't so hard was it? Congratulations, you've touched a dick for the first time." He teases as he reaches down to pull his boxers and sweatpants back up.

"You can uncover your eyes now." He grins as you finally do that, heart racing in your chest.

"I....I-I...." you stutter, unable to recover from what just happened.

"Don't worry, you ain't gotta say much right now. I know you're perplexed. Look, it's almost time for SmackDown to start and I've held you up long enough....I'll see you later, okay?" he says as he sits back down on the couch, grabbing his shirt from the floor.

"O-okay...." You whisper as you hurry towards the door.

My eyes, my eyes, my eyes. My hand, my hand, my hand.

You couldn't get out of that room quick enough as you shut the door behind you. You were in such a rush that you didn't notice Jade and Naomi standing off to the side (having been engaged in conversation until they saw you), looking at you hurry away from the Tribal Chief's locker room. Jade had a scowl on her face whereas Naomi looked a little concerned. She knew the type of guy her cousin (by marriage) was and though you and her weren't friends (as you always kept to yourself), she didn't want to see you become just another hit and quit for Roman Reigns. No, you were above that. So, what were you doing in his locker room...alone....she wondered. She didn't know, but she'd speak with you later on tonight.

Your feet hurry towards your locker room, your appetite long gone. You were beyond perplexed and to make matters worse, there was a slight tingling, aching sensation in your nether region and it wouldn't go away. It was a foreign feeling to you.

"Oh God, I think I need a cold shower." You whine as you finally reach your private locker room, slamming the door shut behind you.

Tonight started off surprisingly...........but the Tribal Chief had more surprises for you to come..........

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britneyshakespeare · 1 year

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why does scheduling my work days give me so much stress and anxiety

#i was supposed to do my first day at the high school today but i had literally so much anxiety i could not fall asleep last night no matter #what. i had so much dread. i took so much melatonin lol.#i could shut my brain off till i went into the application and deleted my schedule for the day #ive just been feeling so fatigued and exhausted since i got covid it's crazy. sometimes i'll have bursts of energy where im productive #but yesterday i was just so tired from loading the washing machine. just. fucking sorting clothes and putting them in #that i had to lie down on the floor for a few minutes in the middle of it #not my finest moment #tales from diana #i didn't have anything scheduled for tomorrow and i thought 'maybe if i feel better tonight ill call in'#but i dont feel. super better tonight. and the only thing that i could do tomorrow at my preferred school is kindergarten subbing #for like the main classroom teacher. which i havent done before so i figured 'yeah im not gonna get my anxiety up 2 days in a row'#i deserve to sleep tonight after all and i think if i committed to that i wouldnt be able to #but i am going into my elementary school on wed-thur-friday of this week. wednesday is only a half day but they'll probably find smth for me #to do in the afternoon. they usually do. and im fine w that.#idk im just much more comfortable in my elementary school. i guess bc ive worked there before and i went to school there #as a wittle student waaaay back in the day. like i know the building and it doesn't scare me and i know a good amount of kids there #and the staff don't intimidate me. so yeah.#i did schedule my first job at the high school FOR REAL THIS TIME and it's next friday. hopefully ill be doing better by then.#im working the thursday before it at the elementary so i'll be in the rhythm of that. idk how to explain it but it's harder to go back #to work when ive taken a day off. like that's also why im not going in tomorrow.#friday (4/07) was the first day i worked since i got covid and that was fine but also. i was so anxious just to go in.#and so so so so tired when i got home. and all weekend.#yeah i wasn't ready to start working at the high school today. that was nonsense.#hopefully all will go well on wednesday thursday and friday of this week. im trying to restore my energy and fix my sleep. thatll do wonders #i hope. i hope i hope i hope

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taylormarieee · 8 days

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Dollar bills and love Billionaire!Miguel O'Hara

🎶I'ma take her bougie ass to Rodeo and then let her pick up whatever she want. CC, Gucci, hit Bottega, whatever she want She piss me off, somehow she still get whatever she want🎶

Summary: You were bratty all day, no matter what Miguel tried to do, take you shopping, buy you food, he even bought you puppies, you were still bratty so he decided maybe fucking it out of you would do the trick.

Pairing: Husband!Billionaire!Miguel x Fem!Entrepreneur!reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Dom!Miguel, sub!reader, annoyed Miguel, bratty reader, PiV sex, oral(f), rough sex, mentions of arguing, Miguel being considerate, Miguel being slightly mean, degrading kink, praise kink, pussy whipped Miggy, mentions of height difference (reader is 5'7 Miguel is a 6'9 kingggg!), established relationship(there married), kinda angst/sadness, animal awareness(please be kind to animals, there so precious and adorable, especially puppies.)

A/N: I'm in the writing mood lol, ENJOY!

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Miguel was the best husband you honestly could ever ask for. He was kind and so loving and caring. He was the opposite of what you thought about him when you first saw him.

You own your own business called Size Flows. It's a business for making clothes for plus sized people. Many plus sized people don't get to have clothes like that.

They have to fit in clothes that don't define their curves and beauty properly because the clothes are made for skinnier people. So one day when you decided to throw a party for the celebration of your business being a success you didn't expect much.

Yes, you did send flyers out but you didn't think they were going to reach the higher-higher staff and people in the world. So when famous billionaires and Multi-billionaires and millionaires started showing up into your building, you were shocked,

One of those billionaires happened to be, Lord and Behold, Miguel O'Hara. You were intimidated by him for quite some time at the party. He was tall! That was a fact. He also looked annoyed and mean.

Not really engaging in a lot of conversation like the others did. I mean yeah, the party was at night but it wasn't that late and the party didn't go on for too long so people didn't start getting bored of each other in there.

Eventually you decided to make conversation with him because why not (though you did notice most people cowered and scurried away from him when walking by). So when you arrived at his feet it took about 3 looks to finally meet his eyesight.

He was staring down at you with a tight lipped smile and you looked at him with a wide, happy, inviting one. Your signature smile at most, as that's what your assistant Alexandria says.

"Hello! You must be Miguel! I've heard a lot about you and your work and I must say, I'm intrigued to know just a little at how your mind works.

Miguel had a completely different company from yours, obviously. Yours was about clothes, he built his own museum. It was about like history and about Aerodynamics. The museum was impressive and it was large. I'm talking like, really LARGE!

You honestly couldn't help yourself. You visited the museum about 13 times. A couple with your friends who were into that stuff and like twice with your family and other times with your co-workers who wanted to go on their lunch break. You introduced yourself by saying your name or at least trying to before he cut you off.

"I'm very pleased to meet you Miguel, my name is-" you start off.

"I know who you are hermosa. I've seen your face on the cameras at my museum every time you go." He says.

Your eyes widen. You were so shocked by the cameras bit you didn't even register the intimate name he gave you. 'He's in charge of the cameras. And he's seen me over and over again!?' you thought in shock.

"Your honestly probably one of my most frequent visitors besides a bunch of college boys." he says with a polite smile on his face that makes you feel the need to laugh. He chuckles and laughs with you.

"wow, so you're frequent with the cameras huh?" you ask in a playful tone. He chuckles as he takes a sip of his whiskey.

"Yea, if you say so. I like to make sure my museum is safe and the guests are happy." he responds with a seriousness in his tone.

"Well, I mean coming from number one guest, I must say... I'm extremely happy every time I see the front of the building. Just so eager to go inside."

He laughs again and for the first time, you see a twinkle in his eyes. You guys talk for the rest of the night to the point you're the only two left in the building.

He kindly walks you to your car, which you were forever grateful for and that night ended and more frequent ones with him in it began until you two finally got married.

You were more happy in your life now than you have ever been before. You have the hottest man in the world to wake up to every morning and to say goodnight to every night.

That was three years ago and now, your here dragging Miguel everywhere, looking and searching for stuff you don't need.

Miguel was pissed at you because you were being a bit bratty today. You weren't satisfied and you constantly gave him attitude and sass. He was slowly loosing his patience and his temper the more and more bratty you got.

It got to the point he yelled at you and told you to get in the car both of you arguing for a good 20 minutes on why you were being so bratty and why he was being so annoying and grumpy.

He took you to a pet store. He bought you a tiny little bedazzled blue collar and then told you, "Pick." he said just standing in front of the dog pen with a bunch of puppies running around your legs.

"w-what?" you ask quietly, some forms of your attitude gone. "Pick. One." he says sternly with his jaw clenched. You feel slight fear but get filled with excitement when you see the two puppies you've been wanting forever!

A Corgi and a Yorkshire terrier! They were the cutest puppies to you, well that's a lie, you wanted every puppy in this store but it's not that Miguel wouldn't buy them all, it's the responsibility and care you have to have for them.

The hours you work make it difficult to buy every single one. "Miggy," you start, batting your eyelashes at him, "Can I get them all?" you ask.

There were like 15 dogs in here and you wanted every single one. "mami, no. You can get 2." he negotiates. You pout and your bratty attitude comes back.

"no! I want them all! If not then how about like 8?" you argue the amount with him. He rolls his eyes, once filled with sincerity and love now filled with anger and annoyance.

He usually wasn't annoyed with you when you got like this sometimes but he had a really bad day a work and you arguing with him didn't make it any better.

"No, two. No more negotiating mama." he says as calmly as he can because the last thing he wanted was you flinching and crying at his temper and how scary he got.

He did that once and the last time he did it, you didn't utter a proper word to him face to face for a month. He made you so scared and for a second when he raised his hand you flinched.

You genuinely thought he was going to hit you. He immediately stopped raising his voice at you after that. You allow it sometimes when you're arguing but you don't raise your voice at him that much because you know his temper and his patience.

"ok, how about 4? is that ok??!" you ask with those puppy dog eyes and that cute little pout he loves to see in different circumstances if you know what I mean.

"ok mama, and that's it." You get 4 collars for their genders one pink, one red, one green, and one violet. You got a Dachshund, a Yorkshire terrier, and a French bulldog and a Shih Tzu.

-The Dachshund was a boy and you named him lucky. (he got the red collar.)

-The Shih Tzu was a girl and you named her princess. (she obvi got the pink collar)

-The French bulldog was also a girl and you named her cleo. (she got the purple collar)

-The Yorkshire terrier was the last you chose and he was a boy and you named him stripe. (the name is because he was black and had a brown stripe on his face and he obvi got the green collar)

"That'll be $1,375 sir. And would you like to donate to charity for dogs in need?" she asks with a smile on her face.

"Ok, and yes I would like to donate!" Miguel responds with a smile on his face matching hers.

"Oooo! No Miguel! Can I do it instead? Oh, please hermoso, lemme do it!" you beg you wanted to be part of that cause.

"Ok hermosa, go ahead but lemme pay for the doggy bowls and the food and all the beds and everything else ok?"

"Miguel that means i'll have to buy something! Leave the doggy bowls out, I'll buy them because you'll have to press decline." You explain to him.

"No, I'll pay some to charity and then you pay some." He says smiling glad that your attitude is over.

"If you both don't mind me asking, how much are you donating? I run the charity and I'm just curious." The lady who you now know her name to be Sam, asks.

"Oh I'm paying 500,000 dollars." Miguel says nonchalantly like it's nothing. Her mouth drops.

"And i'm paying 600,000." I add with a smile on my face. Miguel dips his head back down at me and narrows his eyes like it's a competetion.

"Never mind 700,000." he says eyeing me up and down.

"800,000"

"900,000"

"1,000,000" I say finally winning.

"I'll pay 900,00 Sam." Miguel says smiling at her. The lady is crying now and you rush over to hug her.

"Oh poor thing. I have just as much love for dogs as you do. My dog died a couple weeks ago and i've been dying for a new one. That's why we're here so i'm glad we were able to help." You reassure her hugging her.

She mutters a sorry for your loss as she's fighting back tears and you smile feeling tears run down you face as well. Animals were such a big part of life and they brought so many people happiness.

To see the way so many people mistreat animals really crushes your heart. You both pay and walk away with happy smiles and 4 happy puppies with a new home.

You wave to the other employees as they finally realize who you and Miguel were. They asked for pictures and hugs. You gave that to them and then bid them a farewell.

"Thank you Miguel, I really needed this." You say with more tears in your eyes. His face softens and he hugs you and kisses your head. "It's ok baby. I have one more surprise for you at home." He says with a smirk on his face.

You decided to be a tease. The entire car ride you acted bratty and all mad because he wouldn't let you get all the puppies.

You knew exactly what the surprise was so that's why you acted like this. The surprise was sex, you knew it was. That smirk he had on his face in the pet store showed it. He was horny and now frustrated so that only meant one thing...

ROUGH SEX! You loved rough sex with Miguel so much. He would always degrade you and then praise you. He was just so bipolar during sex but whenever you made him real mad and pushed his limits like you are right now,

It always led to hateful, angry sex, well maybe not hateful but really angry, rough sex.

"Get out." He says through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. Your eye's go wide still keeping up with the act. "No Miguel! This conversation isn't over." You say stubbornly sitting in your seat.

"Fine. Then I'm getting out and I'm going to feed the dogs you're neglecting right now." He says with an eyebrow raised and a shrug.

You gasp and cross your arms over your chest. Your body and the car slightly shakes with Miguels slam to the door.

"what a jerk." You mutter under your breath but sometimes you forget your husband has super hearing and you also have a trunk, that happened to be open...

SMUT INCOMING: MDNI!!!!!

"Hmm love? What was that? Oh. I'm a jerk? mhmm mami, I'll show you a jerk." He says in that sultry smooth voice that had your knees buckling, every. single. time.

You let out a sigh as you watch him go into the house( aka a big ass mansion.) You wait until he goes fully inside. He closes the door but you still wait a little just for good measure.

When you walk in, something pushes you against the wall and Miguels lips are instantly on you roughly. You whimper and he grips your throat.

Your hand rushes to his hand around your throat and he growls biting your bottom lip, drawing it back before letting it spring back to it's original place.

His grip on your neck only tightens as he pushes his crotch against you. He flips you around roughly and your face and front part of your body hits the wall hard, his hand still on your neck.

You moan at the feeling of his crotch pressed against your ass now. "You wanted me to be a jerk right? Your so fucking ungrateful baby but damn are you beautiful." he growls in your ear, clearly fed up with your bratty attitude.

"Guess daddy is gonna have to fuck that attitude out of you huh? ¿Es eso lo que quieres, puta sucia?" He asks you. You loved when he dirty talked to you in spanish, it turned you on so much.

"Mhmm, want you to fuck it outta me papi." you say in return, your voice low and seductive. He grins against your neck before biting it roughly. causing you to. cry. out.

He licks over the bite and you whimper, your legs clenching to find some sort of friction. "Nuh uh mamacita, no trying to please your self. Spread em open baby." He says in a soft voice he didn't have a second ago.

You hesitantly oblige and spread your legs. "Good girl, look at that, mi niña bonita es tan buena para mí." he says proudly.

you smile to yourself before he's picking you up over his shoulder and carrying you up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

"Miggy, i-i'm sorry, I won't be bratty again! I promise." You beg him with pleading eyes when he rests you in the bedroom, on top of the bed as he slowly climbs on top of you.

"No. Don't do that. That's what you said last week, and last month. Every time you beg, I have mercy on you and let it slide, not today baby. Me lo tomarás como una buena chica, ¿verdad?"

"Yes daddy, I'll take it like a good girl for you! I promise, i'm sorry."you respond. His hand trails up. and down your body agonizingly slow and it's making you anxious and needy.

"mhm, daddy, can you fuck me now, please?" you beg. He looks at you and shakes his head.

"No, mi amor. Shut up, and maybe I will." He says roughly. Your eyes start to tear up, not from his words but from his actions.

I mean, I guess you deserve it but he didn't have to be this slow. You stay quiet for the next 20 minutes? you don't even know anymore cuz you lost count.

He finally dips his head, kissing down your stomach, your clothes long gone. He finally reaches where you want him. His warm tongue flat against your soaking cunt.

You let out a relieved sigh, "mhmm thank you thank you thank you miggy." you chant out breathlessly.

his tongue dips inside of you and that alone has you winded. Your breathing his ragged and your hands immediately flying to his hair as you tug on it.

"What'd I say, hmm love? shut up or I stop." He says sternly, your cunt now feeling empty without his tongue. He licked and sucked and prodded at your entrance multiple times.

Soon making you come undone. Your legs closed around his head and you cried out as he licked up every single drop you had, not letting any at all go to waste.

Once he stood back up and met your teary eyes, he smiled. Not a genuine, happy smile, no. It was this smirk that he made when he knew he won, when he knew that he had your little mind wrapped around his finger.

He begins moving the belt to his pants and all you hear is a grunt. You don't even register his cock slipping and sliding through your slick folds.

"Joder mi amor, te sientes tan apretado a mi alrededor." he moans out as he slides his cock into your entrance. You feel so tight around him. Like virgin tight.

"Gonna beat this pussy real nice baby, No quiero que camines por el resto del fin de semana. No walking at all mama." He whimpers when your walls clench around him.

He's pounding now. First it was small, slow thrusts to ease you into it but your pussy is just too addicting. Miguel was so lost in your pussy, he doesn't even realize how hard he's pounding in to you.

His pace unrelenting, even after he made you cum for a second time. Your pussy feeling overstimulated and sore but Miguel is too entranced to care, constantly muttering out cure words and how good you feel wrapped around him.

You felt your orgasm coming as your walls fluttered around him again. He groaned at the feeling and roughly thrusted into you yet again.

"This pussy is all mine, such a fucking brat. Now look who's a mess over my cock hmm hermosa? Mierda, eres una jodida puta para mí, cariño." he says aggressively, enunciating his words with his thrusts.

You scream out and chant Miguels name over and over again while your orgasm rushes through you. you claw at his back and pull on his hair. You've left little tiny crescent shapes in his biceps.

He finally cums inside you at the same time and he releases this animalistic, primal groan and you shudder at the sound. You moan when you feel his hot warm load burst inside you.

"Fuck Miguel." you pant out before sleep over comes you. You were so weak and so tired.

It's a little later in the night, 12:32 to be exact. You look at the clock and then look behind you to find a sleep Miguel with his arm under your head and the other keeping you close resting on your stomach.

You turn until your face is in his chest. You had Miguels shirt on and underwear. He's so sweet, he must've cleaned you up when you passed out.

Your hands run through his hair lightly and you smile at his resting face. You kiss his face, then his nose, then his lips and the his neck.

You loved everything about Miguel and you hope he knows it. How tall he was compared to you, how he had such a sweet soul behind that mean facade. Everything about him was drop-dead gorgeous.

If you had the option to relive one memory with Miguel, It would be the first time you met him. So kind and such a gentlemen.

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yeollie-plz · 5 months

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Partridge In A Pear Tree

Day 1 of Pedromas! | Masterlist

Costar! Pedro Pascal x F! Reader

Synopsis: You hate your costar, your costar hates you.

Genre: smut, touch of angst

Warnings: 18+ smut, hate sex, enemies to lovers (more like enemies to fuckers), kissing, mentions of arguing, fighting for dominance, unprotected sex, p in v sex, no oral but there is a little lick

Gif credits to owners!

You didn't just dislike your costar Pedro, no you hated him! Something about the pretty boy act drove you nuts. You knew that there was no way that someone was that nice. Especially someone so sought after as him.

From the day you two first shook hands, you had held this content for him. And you could tell the content was mutual.

You let out a sigh as you were called onto set to film the argument scene with Pedro. You weren't nervous about the scene, actually you thought it might make you feel a little relieved to let out some of those harbored feelings.

No, you were more dreading just seeing Pedro in general. You were finding it harder and harder to stand near him. All of your stylists said you were crazy and that he was the nicest person in the world. But you just couldn't buy into it.

You let all your real anger show in the scene. Real emotions on your sleeve. Hell, it made for good TV, right? Finally the director called it good and you returned to your trailer to get ready for your next scene.

That's when you heard a knock at your trailer door. Assuming it was a staff member, you opened it without hesitation. Only you weren't met with a staff member but your costar. The costar you hated to be precise.

"Great scene, could really feel your emotions in that last one." He said smirking a you, like this was all a game to him.

"Yeah, you too." You sucked your teeth, begging for him to leave in your mind. His eyes caught onto your slightly open mouth.

Letting his gaze linger, he continued, "I know you don't like me."

"I mean it wasn't like I was trying to hide it." You leant against the doorframe, half in intimidation and half in trying to keep him outside.

"I love a challenge." A little smile played on his lips, drawing in your gaze now.

He leans in, lips almost brushing your ear, "Sure you don't just want to fuck me, sweetheart?" Pulling back, he laughs when he sees the look on your face. Shock, with the hint of a blush.

"I don't-"

He cuts you off, "I saw the look in your eyes. It isn't just hatred, there's something else there. Like you want to conquer me."

You can't hear anything anymore over your quickening heartbeat and the sound of blood rushing to your head. He opens his mouth to speak again but you cut him off by smashing your lips onto his.

He was a bit right, the arguing earlier did turn you on and since he was hear, asking for it, you might as well take his offer.

You grab the front of his shirt and pull him up the stairs of your trailer. When he is finally inside you close the door with your foot, all without disconnecting your lips. Pushing him onto the couch, you straddle him. His hands find purchase on your hips, guiding you down onto his hardening length. You fail to stop the moan from bubbling in your throat.

"See baby, you want me." He says against your lips.

"Shut up." You bite back, grabbing his hair to pull his lips back onto yours. He takes the chance to flip the two of you over, now hovering above you.

"I don't have much time before my next scene." He warns.

"Don't care, just need you in me." He lets a laugh out at your words, bringing his lips to your once again, this time forcing his tongue inside your mouth.

The two of you fight for dominance for a minute, before you get distracted by his hand wandering down your body to between your legs. His teeth bite into your bottom lip before, sliding his hand up the hem of your dress. Tentatively, he feels the wetness of your panties, confirming that you really were ready for him.

He lets out another laugh, "The yelling get you turned on, baby?" You ignore the question, pushing his chest off you. He takes your hint and sits on the couch once again. This time before you get on top of him, you unbuckle belt and undo his jeans.

Reaching inside his jeans you feel his hardness, pulling it out to let it stand at full attention. You give it a look of approval before straddling Pedro's hips. You drag your wet core against his hardened member, teasing him a bit. He lets out a groan.

When you are satisfied with the teasing, you give him one last peck before pulling your panties aside and sinking down onto his length. Both of you moan at the feeling of him being fully sheathed inside of you.

You start a steady pace, lifting your hips, before sinking down once again. His hands are on your hips guiding you down faster, leaned back so he can get a good look at your fucked out face.

The hands on your hips pull you down harder, trying to quicken your pace. Each time he bottoms out he pulls you down extra hard, it hits deeper than anyone ever has.

After a bit more of this, he seems to get bored of the pace, needing to fuck you harder. So he flips the two of you other so you are now on your back. He lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder and begins to fuck into your fast and hard.

You can tell he's chasing his orgasm and you are starting to get close too. You let your hand make it way to your clit, trying to get to that high on your own. He swats it away with the hand that isn't holding your leg up.

"If you wanted help to cum you should've just asked, sugar." He says before placing his own thumb onto you clit, working slow circles into it.

"Is that what you want? Want me to make you cum?"

"Yes." You breath out in a whisper.

"As you command." Now he works his thumb faster, rubbing you into orgasm. When the waves finally crash over you, you see white from the intensity. You clench onto his cock, causing him to thrust into you even harder.

He now chases his orgasm, his hips stutter as he reaches the first feelings. Beginning to pull out, you stop him by wrapping your free leg around his hips, pulling him back into you.

"You can't get cum on my costume. I'm safe, its fine."

He doesn't have time to argue, as his orgasm overtakes him. Hips move in and out of you again, milking his sperm into you.

After a second, he catches his breath and pulls out of you. He stands up, fixing his jeans and buckling his belt back up. He notices a wet spot on them, scoffing.

"All that talk about ruining your costume."

You smirk, "At least you didn't ruin your underwear." Now noticing the mixture of your releases that is soaking them.

He leans down, taking a lick of your covered mound. You blink at him in shock and he moves to the door to leave.

"So is that it then? The little secret of Mr. Pedro Pascal?"

"That I like to fuck?" You nod at his question.

"Sure, if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine." He gives one last look at your spent body before leaving the trailer.

Next Day ->

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shizukateal · 9 months

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In honor of Across The Spiderverse going digital, here's the Beyond the Spiderverse Prediction Bingo!!!!

Explanations below the readmore:

Spider Ham's Chekov Hammer: simple enough to guess, I'm just really waiting for that to pay off, preferably over Miguel's head.

Spider Noir and Hobie get along: just some good ole' fanservice.

Miles G. is actually a dork (he's just better at hiding it. mildly): Wow, great introduction Miles G.! Very suspenseful and intimidating!! Let's see how long you can carry that demeanor without breaking.

Margo / Miles (Miles G.?) / Gwen Love Triangle (Pavitr is annoying about it): Pass the popcorn everyone. How resentful will be Miles when he meets Gwen again? Is getting the spider-band together enough for him or is it just the first step into making amends? Maybe he feels more grateful towards Margo (and Hobie) and will give Gwen (and Peter B.) the cold shoulder for a while. Will Miles G. also enter the ring? Maybe this one really cute comic by @bubblypinkfreak will become true.

Jess Drew Subplot (baby is born?): REAL interested in finding out why Jess would ever follow an asshole like Miguel. Also she deserves more plot relevance. And fanart. Aaaaaand I kinda want to see her husband too.

The Spot Collapses in on himself: Gonna be honest with you, people, I have no idea how they'll fight him, this just seems like the cleanest solution.

Miguel's actually just as much of an anomaly as Miles: My own personal theory, not really based on anything concrete beyond some flags I get from Miguel and some stuff I'll explain later. Basically, I think Miguel's projecting on Miles, and that's part of why his beef towards him is so intense. The only explanation I can think of is that he destroyed his original dimension, not just the one with his daughter in it, and the serum we see him take is what keeps him "stable" and "belonging" to Nueva York. Or you know, maybe just the watch, but the serum is more sus to me.

Gwen Stacy Fall Subversion: Either Gwen completes her character arc by saving Miles from falling to his death or she saves herself, thus breaking her karmic cycle of getting fridged.

Meows Morales cameo?? Pretty Please???: C'mooooon he became instantly popular and he's adorable!!!!! <3 <3 <3 bonus points if multiple miles help out to fight against Miguel's squad later.

We spend some time on Hobie's dimension: No idea how the plot would get there, but the concept art of Hobie's dimension is fire and I want to learn more about him <3 <3 <3 tell us why you almost gave up the mask, darling, and did you kill a cop in your dimension? <3 why would you feel bad about it? <3 <3 <3 <3

Gwiles Morales (he hates that name): Apparently this is how some of the staff called him. Poor guy.

The Spider-Band fights Earth 42's Sinister Six: For those who don't know, they control Earth 42, as confirmed by the art book. Nothing better to sweeten Miles G. to our heroes' side than taking care of them. Bonus points if one of them is explicitly a fascist and Hobie and Noir punch him together.

Miguel Bites Someone: bonus points if it's hot as fuck. Sorry but it's true.

Lyla's the real bad guy (beyonder): I'm gonna let moviebob do the heavylifting here. Could tie to that personal theory I explained above.

Peter B. vs Miguel fight redemption: ok this one I'm biased for because I personally find Peter B. more morally culpable than Gwen in their whole drama with Miles seeing as he's the adult with a kid. But also yeah, good chance for him to redeem himself in Miles eyes (or not! maybe Miles wants more from him that just standing up to a bully) and take Miguel down a peg. Bonus points if he looses a leg, because apparently that's something that happens in Spidergirl's comic.

Prowler!Hobie somehow: Not saying our Hobie will turn into the prowler, just that the connection will be addressed somehow. Idk man, it just feels like positioning Hobie as another mentor for Miles is very deliberate.

Miles feels guilty about Earth 42: Juicy source of drama between him and Miles G. as well as a free character arc about how responsibility is more than just cause and effect.

Miguel tries to redeem himself by dying but Miles won't allow him to: Miguel O'hara has several problems, and I speculate they all come from his self-obsession. Everything about the spider society is about him erecting structures dedicated to his pain to turn himself into the martyr holding reality together. So if he's finally proven wrong, it seems pretty in character to me that his idea of making amends would be to do the same thing one last time for "the right cause", being the diva he is and how he thinks you can sacrifice one person to save everyone else and all. I don't think Miles will allow that, though. Bonus if the scene parallels the one in into the spiderverse when Miles returns Peter B. home.

That one @cheezthatboiii comic / Mileswitch: because what's the point of having a twin if you can't fool people about it?

Gonzalo/Gonza Morales: The correct alternative to Gwiles if anyone during production has braincells or is latine.

Margo Subplot (family issues): confirmed in the artbook that she ended up having more plot relevance than originally planned, and even if that wasn't the case she deserves it. And more fanart.

The Spot is defeated with kindness: Ok. Before I said that I don't know how the Spot could be defeated with violence, but maybe that's not needed? He is clearly a foil to Miles after all, and I think it would do him (Miles) a lot of good to practice some radical empathy, even on someone who kinda doesn't "deserve" it. This isn't so much about him being ""redeemable"" (fandom has ruined that whole concept) so much as how much empathy the narrative is willing to grant him.

Jeff meets Gonza before Miles reveals to him that he's Spiderman. He's confused by having 2 sons: this just feels to me like the most probably sequence of events given the franchise's usual use of bathos and subversion of expectations.

Spider Support Network Finale: No more spider society authority "correcting" the multiverse, every spider-person gets a watch so their friends can come over and lend a hand and prevent as many deaths as possible.

Aaron 42 gets severely injured/dies: I don't want this to happen, it just seems like a way of trimming some fat in the cast and getting some more drama from Gonza.

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justblades · 2 years

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MIXER WITH LUXIEM !

☆ a supposedly innocent mixer event with the luxiem boys, but then unpleasant scenarios unfold one after another leading to a suprising turn of events.

☆ warnings: mdni, smut. 6some, masochist sadistic themes, gang bang, drunk sex, facefucking, unprotected sex, light bondage, submissive! reader, bukkake, not proofread. (gender neutral reader)

☆ a/n: i'm back and ready to live rent free in the luxiem smut tags again >:) also, the horny took over me with this one sorry if it's messy

the tension sits heavily in the air almost feeling a little suffocating - the earsplitting bass sounds from the karaoke bounce off the lavish, cushioned walls. you gulp down the huge lump forming in your throat, consciously tugging the hem of your clothes from the agitation dawning on your now disturbed peace of mind.

"so, when are your other friends going to join you for today's mixer?" ike decides to thaw the thick ice of unfamiliarity by asking a question, to which you immediately shifted your focus to. "ah— you're right, i'll check if they've responded to my messages."

the bi-haired male flashes you a smile as he leans on the huge sofas, waiting for an update regarding the hosts of the mixer. you quickly open your phone with one swipe and proceeded to check the messages application. fortunately, they have responded— but as soon as you read the contents of their answers, you wished right then and there you vanish into thin air.

"hi sorry an emergency came up! enjoy the mixer with them in the meantime, they're a bunch of decent guys, they don't bite (:"

you feel your soul leave you at the exact moment after seeing the whole text, your heart starting to race quicker by pulse and palms sweating from the nervousness gnawing at your bones. turning your head to the direction where the male who wore glasses sat on, you were appalled to see his figure not present there. instead, a new person welcomes your vision— someone who had a quite bizarre appearance, hair is of onyx black but streaked with blond and lush violet color. he was looking at you across the table. "ike left for a moment, he said he's going to order some drinks for us. what's the matter?" his voice sounded honeyed yet lightweight, his aura emanating of warmth and friendliness.

"apparently my two friends couldn't come, and that means it's only the six of us here." you explain to him the sticky situation as his slight smile purses into a thin line. "oh hold on, i'll talk to the others regarding this issue." he says and rises from his seat to approach the three males by the doorstep, calling the staff for the drinks they ordered.

meanwhile you were now left with a male whose looks were sharp and intimidating, mainly his aquamarine irises sending shivers running up and down your spine. you try to avoid his gaze but then a voice from his direction reverberates inside the room in spite of the loud music playing. "hey, you alright there?" his tone was laced with a mix of concern and pressure, you whip your head to look at him and nod a couple times, fake it until you make it, they said.

finally getting to talk with the boys about the scenario, all of you almost came to a conclusion to postpone the event, go home and hold one again when your friends are finally free. but when one man asks how long the trip was from your home to the city and you answered 'three hours', hesitation perturbed their minds. at present, you're currently doing everything to convince them that it's not that big of a deal but the man from earlier insisted, "we need to make the most out of this mixer to make sure your three hour trip pays off well." upon thorough observation of him for the past hour, he was referred by his friends as vox. he radiates the controlling type in a relationship and he definitely gives you chills whenever he gets near you.

another man exclaims in agreement, amethyst eyes squinting into two crescent moons from his blinding smile. "yeah! exactly!" you were sure he was luca. as for ike, the two of you have exchanged several sentences already so there's no difficulty in trying to get to know him more. for shu, he looks someone striking but his saccharine sweet voice almost made you melt like an ice cream faced with the sweltering hot summers and lastly, mysta who you feel most disconnected with.

"if vox insists on that then we'll have to first acknowledge the elephant in the room, we have to break the ice to truly have a fun time no?" speak of the devil, mysta suggests and you agree in your mind.

"ice breaker questions it is then?" shu suggests, while all of you nod in agreement. luca was then tasked to search up icebreaker questions that were truly proved to break the ice, while vox and ike had to get the drinks delivered to your rented room.

you thought it will be a fucky wucky moment to be stuck with a room full of 5 attractive men, but then as you got on the icebreaker questions, the thick, suffocating tension that used to linger in the air ceases in an instant. you started to get a long with them and understood each of their humor, exchanging laughter and teasing every opportunity you get.

"i must say, you're a fun person to be around with." mysta expresses, his gaze at you now was far different from the previous one. this time, he looked affectionate and softer— you were so focused in his charm that you lately noticed he switched places. this time, he sits beside you and balls his fist, waiting for you to reciprocate the gesture. "no, you are." you answer and fist bump him as well. later on, luca's tread of foosteps against the marble floors grow louder as he enters the scene, holding a tray of liquors of different shades in color and varying greatly from the glass sizes. "here you go!" he chimes, voice velvety deep but at the same time enthusiastic. he seats himself beside you and distributes the drinks to each one, making sure he didn't get it mixed up.

"okay, next question please! whose turn is it?" you ask the boys as you nestle the liquor glass on the palm of your hand, swaying it a little— the vivid yellow liquid dances at the rims. "i think we ran out of questions." shu responds with a worried expression sculpted on his features.

another parts his lips open, "good thing i brought this." he chuckles at the end of his statement as he whips out an oval container and rattles it, making shaking sounds. you cock a brow, confused but when vox takes the lid off and reveals the embossed chopsticks with the numbers ranging from 1 to 8 and the word 'king'. all of you suddenly felt the fervor ignite in your heart as you cheered, looking forward to the game you're about to play.

"the king's game. i suppose everyone is familiar with this already?" he places the container on the center of the glasstop table, looking at each person in the room by the eyes. the five of you nod in unison, waiting for the follow up rules. "good. since it's just us six here, i'm getting rid of the numbers 7 and eight, is that clear?"

"let the king's game begin!"

vox commences the beginning of the game and everyone eagerly pulled a chopstick to their own accord and intuition. you hide your pull with a palm covering the chopstick of what you got, but out of curiosity, you scanned the whole room to guess what the others could've gotten. from the looks of it, they seemed to be disappointed and when you finally reveal your hand to yourself, you snickered in victory. you pulled the king.

"i order number 2 to down his drink all the way!" ike's jaw falls agape, "i think the alcohol is getting to your system." he says as all of you wait for the reveal who got the number 2.

apprently it was mysta to which he immediately accepts the challenge and obeys your command. he aggressively gulps the drink all the way down, his adam's apple moving in intervals from the rate he's going. the next thing you knew, his glass was empty. "i'll never forgive you for this." he says as he drapes his arms on his head for support, heaving deep breaths as he feels a heating line down his throat.

the second round then begins shortly after . . luck didn't last that long apparently as you pulled the number 5.

"i order number 2 to flash number 5!" mysta, the king commands to which you slowly turned your head to your right and looked at him in horror. "mysta . . take that back right now."

"oops, which number did you get?" he chuckles as the corners of his lips spread wider. you slowly mouth 'five' and he slams the cushions as he cackles louder than ever.

vox rises from his seat and dusts his formal white blazers, the beads of his bracelet clashing against each other with each movement. "reveal yourself, number five." he says sternly as he preares to unzip his slacks. with enough courage to muster, you raised your hand and avoided his gaze from the way you brazenly stare at mysta's direction. your heartbeat picks up by each second, your hold on the liquor glass was starting to shake and knees about to tremble.

"let's get this over with." the ebony haired says as his calloused fingers hold the tip of your chin, forcibly making you look at him. as soon as you were face to face with vox, you saw his erection springing free just like that, his free hand stroking it lightly. it was veiny, girthy and long all at the same, stirring your thoughts into a cesspool of emotions.

"a surprising flashing from vox akuma! as expected!" mysta commentates, energy not fading anytime soon. he casually laughs the events off while shu and ike were speechless most of the time. meanwhile luca, he indulges in his alcohol from time to time. "you look stiff." the gray haired says as he gives you another drink with a pat on your shoulder, "relax, you're gonna enjoy this."

"round 3! i order number 6 to give number 1 hickeys!" the luck you deemed you had immediately vanished the moment you no longer got to pull the king chopstick. shu walks up to you and seats himself beside, sticking his long tongue out with his hand on your neck in an instant. "sorry about this." he says as he proceeds to start off with flicking his tongue against your supple, sensitive skin granting him whispers from your lips. shu then lightly sucks on several spots of your neck, also nibbling on the part and vice versa— reaching to a point where you're shamelessly moaning from his lustful kisses.

every time shu leaves a spot as it was done, you could hear his poorly stifled hums of pleasure from biting down on your skin. "shu? i think that's enough—"

"there's no such thing as enough." the familiar deep voice chimes into your ears like a reminder as you attempt to look at what was happening, and it was vox clasping on your left arm, slowly dragging his tongue over your wrist with gentle strokes.

shu didn't seem to understand what you were saying as he continued to nibble on your skin, littering couple shades darker of bruises from your skin in every almost spot of your neck. "w—wait!" you whimper from a sudden sensation from your lower region only to see ike with an innocent smile carved on his lush lips. he was palming your sex through your clothes in a painful slow manner, getting you riled up even more.

"you need to drink . . more." luca's lips crashes on yours, forcefully slipping his hot tongue in your mouth, drowning you with his lukewarm juices with a tinge of liquor aftertaste. you shut your eyes and try to relax for a moment, but to no avail, you couldn't.

who could focus in this time where 4 men are pleasuring you all at once? 4 men? that's when it clicked, where is mysta? even though you were occupied by exchanging sloppy kisses with the blond, you lazily flutter your eyes open in search of the man. "don't exclude me out of the fun." he says and throws the chopsticks behind him, losing interest in the game and jumping on in whatever is happening. "mysta . ." you call out to the grizzle haired, but he beams you his snarky smile.

as soon as you peel your eyes open, you were shocked to feel your hands tied up at your front, the leather feeling restrained upon your skin. apparently, the material looks familiar. "the king orders you to . . give these two gorgeous men your best blowjob!" in front of you, standing were ike and luca, pants stripped all the way down, cocks twitching at the sight of you being submissive. your genital throbbed from the sight, their dicks were practically begging to be lapped up by your warm mouth anf you gladly obeyed.

you use your tied up hands to stroke ike's while you gave kitty licks for luca's throbbing dick, starting from the tip down to his shaft. the longer you traced his veins with your tongue, the more melodic luca's moans has become; almost as if like it's music to your ears, it feels very rewarding. realizing that you were paying less attention to ike, you immediately tended to his needs as you stroke him up and down while enveloping his crown with your lips, flicking his slit left and right in a harsh manner.

the onyx rimmed glasses that sat crookedly from the bridge of his nose falls off the more he tried to adore the view below him. you attempt to not break the titillating eye contact you share with him as you gobble him all up in slow motions, circling your palm around his shape in the same rhythm. ike's mewls of satisfaction slips as muddy white strings spring out, as well as from luca who has been currently pumping himself, getting off on watching you pleasure his friend for a solid minute.

mysta gives you another glass of drink to gulp in one go and you happily accept, grinning wide after you down the liquor just like that. "next please!"

"the king orders you to . . be a submissive cocksleeve for shu yamino and vox akuma!"

the two men approaches your wobbly figure, possibly from the alcohol in your system acting up already. "shall we take turns, shu?" vox queries and shu mumbles a low yes. you lay on your stomach by the cushioned sofas as shu faces you while vox positions himself in your hole. he wets the tip of his dick with a lubricant he purchased downstairs, and you could feel the contrast cold temperature of the lube in paradox with the heated up session of the mixer.

shu casually strokes himself, long and slender fingers smoothly gliding along the tip of his cock all the way down. you watch him pleasure himself with a tantalizing gaze, clouded with intoxication and lust as well as your sane bones. for tonight, maybe it wouldn't be that bad to be rowdy. an intrusion from down there abruptly cuts your grimy train of thoughts, you almost felt like screaming in the spot from how big he was. "a goddamn clamper." vox cusses under his breath as his hands grips your naked waist, the pressure leaving imprints on your skin for sure.

he starts off with a fast pace, stealthily thrusting in and out of your hole even though your walls clamp around his shape like there's no tomorrow. the feeling was bizarre yet it felt good, but then shu decides to start it as well. "open your mouth." you wholeheartedly oblige and opened wide, your arms propping you up from the sofa as support to suck him off. your body racks back and forth from the demon's force exerted on you, lapping shu's dick the same way and direction with a few pumps of both of your hands at the same time.

mysta who has been watching from the sidelines earlier, couldn't wait any longer as he squats down to your level and gloved hands snake on your chest, the glossy fabric brushing past your hardened nipples. you yelp in surprise, not seeing him enter the scene nor anticipating his participation. "they say that when you slap a nipple it will harden for 10 seconds."

"i wonder if your nipples can get any harder than this?" he asks and looks at your eyes with genuine curiosity lingering in his irises, to which you gladly answered, "wanna try?"

a slap sound reverberates in the room, apart from your cheeks getting clapped by vox in the other hand. the sharp stinging of pain made you whimper but to mysta's amusement, your nipples indeed got harder than ever. "i see. you're into his huh?"

"alright! it's about time we wrap the game with a bang! the king shall claim the cocksleeve with its hole and the four men who were unfortunate to pull the king's role shall jack off and reward the cocksleeve with their cum! yay!"

vox and shu stops with what they're doing as you sit yourself on mysta's lap, teasing your hole with the dick you've never felt before. luca, ike, shu and vox gathers around the two of you and pumps their cock in their own pace and style, while mysta prods your walls with his cock in, balls deep with no warning at all. "oh fuck!" you swear under your breath as you keep your eyes peeled open to see a grandeur view right in front of you. gorgeous males stroking themselves, getting off on the scene of you getting railed by the king.

you lick your lips in anticipation as mysta bucks his hips upwards once more, "yes! yes! just like that!" you exclaim at him and bite your lower lip as he continually hits the right spot. "jesus christ . ." you stammer, feeling a little too spent from the numerous sessions earlier.

"i'm already tired but . . you four look like you need a hand."

grabbing a hold of vox and ike's dicks with one hand on the left— luca and shu's cocks on your right, you sloppily stroke them, tongue sticking out, wanting to be rewarded already.

luca couldn't avert his gaze away from you, but tries not to indulge in the feeling a little too much by covering his view with his gloved hand, the golden ring on his thumb glinting from the disco light in the room. "what's wrong, boss?" you tease him as you flash him a reassuring smile. "we need to meet up after this, got it?" and the blond was wrapped around your pinky finger just like that.

shu who has been beet red ever since he started to do these things with you, his expressions said it all: he's having a fun time yet the shame is eating him up. "shu . . you want to put it in me after this?" he slightly nods as he pumps his erection along with your tremblind hand.

on the other hand, ike was attempting to remove the belt tying both of your hands up to make the jack of session a whole lot easier. the moment the buckles came off, the moment your realization dawned on your mind. what were keeping you restrained were ike's belts and now it definitely feels a lot better and lighter in weight.

lastly, vox who has been swearing for the nth time this night as he unabashedly watches every detail of your actions in pleasuring the five of them. he was absolutely smitten how you took him earlier with a tender, loving smile in spite of the sudden intrusion of his dick into your velvet walls. "good thing the mixer ends like this." his fangs flash from a nanosecond of his mumbling, focus heavily anchored on your exhausted face.

mysta starts to feel his release nearing and you could tell how his toes start to curl, head throwing back from the satisfaction and lust desire being fulfilled with the use of your walls. "fuck! i'm cumming!" he exclaims and shoots it all inside you, down to the very last droplet of his cum that he painted your walls cloudy white in monochromatic hues.

you pant heavily as mysta's arms tightly envelop your body, feeling a little too fucked up with dicks and alcohol in the mix.

"what a great night."

#luxiem #luxiem smut #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en #mysta rias #vox akuma #shu yamino #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #mysta rias x deader #luca kaneshiro x reader #vox akuma x reader #shu yamino x reader #ike eveland x reader

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melanieph321 · 7 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Top Spies Part 3/8

This chapter is so good, I'm really setting you up🤭🤭

Ruben and Reader are super spies, who have to pretend to be a married couple on vacation as a co-signed mission. A enemies to lovers fic, very sweet and funny!

Enjoy!

You woke up to somthing heavy pressing you down against the matress. Somthing heavy and warm.

"Ruben, get off me."

So he was a heavy sleeper. Not a very good trait for a crime fighting agent.

"Ruben please, I can't feel my legs."

A low grunt was the only sign of life coming from him. Trying to stirr him awake only made it worse. Ruben's grip around your body tightened as his face snuggled into the fabric of your shirt, which by the way, was starting to rise above your hips, revealing more of you than you ever wished for Ruben to see.

Suddenly there was heavy knocking on your hotel door.

"It's the hotel manager!" The voice behind the knock said. A female voice.

"Ruben, somone is..."

You had to say no more. Ruben's grip around your was gone and so was the weight of him. The knocking doors woke him up as if he had selective hearing.

"I'm sorry to disturb you this early Mr and Mrs Moreno, but it is very important!"

"Wait here." Ruben said, faster than you to get up and out of bed. His face looked sprung woke, his hair pointing in every direction. He ran a hand through it on his way to the door. You were right behind.

"I told you to wait in bed." He frowned.

"I'm not your real wife Ruben, don't tell me what to do."

He shook his head but stretched to open the door, revealing a tall woman dressed in suit and tie.

"Good morning Mr and Mrs Moreno. I am sorry to disturb your sleep this early in the morning, but I have received some very urgent information about your stay here at Resort de la Martinez.

"What information?" Ruben said, a hand held behind his back.

Who sleeps with a gun strapped to their sweatpants, you thought. Either way, the woman did not look the slightest intimidate by Ruben's lack of hospitality, the opposite really.

"If I may introduce myself Mr and Mrs Moreno, my name is Beatrice Sanchez the manger of this resort.

"Yeah, and what do you want?" Ruben frowned.

"My boss has requested to invite you to stay at his villa as his personal guests."

Ruben looked to you and you looked to him. He turned back to the woman. "I'll have to discuss this with my wife, thanks."

The woman lunged forward, preventing Ruben from shutting the hotel door in her face. "I'm afraid there won't be much of a discussion. My boss insists that you and your wife be his guests at the villa. He is very thankful for what you did for his nephew the other night."

Again, Ruben shot you a puzzled look. The boy who's life he had saved at dinner turned out to be the nephew to one of Portugals most infamous druglords.

"Our staff will have your things escorted as soon as you're ready, the woman, Beatrice, said. She bowed her head, leaving you and Ruben with no other option.

"What do we do?" You asked Ruben as he shut the hotel door.

"Call Captain Harlow. Tell him that there's been useful developments in our mission and that we need more equipment."

"More equipment? For what?"

He smiled. "Surveillance."

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"What now?" You asked.

Within days you and Ruben were moved into a lovely Spanish Villa at a private section of the resort. You had staff catering to you at all hours of the day and a car for you to use during the reminder of your stay. Although the offered luxury was tempting, you and Ruben stuck to your mission and spent most nights in the streets bugging the entire resort with cameras, microphones and movment sensors. During the day you were pretty much free to do whatever, most suspicious activity occured during night anyway.

"Let's go to the beach." Ruben yawned, stretching his arms above his head.

"The what now?"

"The beach. People need to see us do normal stuff together, otherwise they'll suspect that somthing is off."

He had a point. You hated that he had a point.

"Fine. Just give me a minute to pack my stuff."

"No need. Just grab a towel and take your clothes off. "

"Excuse me?"

Ruben grinned. "Didn't you read the signs on our way up here?"

"What signs?"

"There's only nude beaches around this private section. No bikini's allowed."

"What? That's ridiculous. "

"Those are the rules." He shrugged.

"Ruben, I'm not going to..."

"I'm joking." He chuckled.

You sighed in relief, tossing your bikini top his way. He caught it with one hand, twisting the fabric between his fingers before handing it back to you.

You had gotten to know each other very well, during the days you spent together. Contrary to your beliefs, Ruben could crack jokes. Lame jokes. However, some of them made you chuckle.

"I am going to the beach though." Ruben said. He had been down there every day since you moved to the villa. For some reason he was convinced that Alejandro Martinez kept a submarine near the Island. The best place to look was near the ocean.

"Then I am going to enjoy my day playing golf."

"You play golf?" Ruben questioned.

You grabbed your gloves and cap from your suitcase. "I'm a former junior champion, if you must know."

Ruben said nothing, although he looked impressed.

"Have fun." You said once the two of you went your separate ways.

Ruben walked to the beach as you took the car to the resorts own private golf course.

You stepped onto the lush green grass, clubs slung over your shoulder and your sunglasses perched on your head. You hadn't played golf for years, but this vacation/mission in Madeira actually allowed you to take up the sport that you loved so much.

As you made your way around the golf course, you couldn't help but notice the admiring glances of the other golfers. You were used to this kind of attention when you were younger, but today there was one man who caught your eye in particular. He was a tall and handsome stranger with piercing brown eyes and a charming smile. As you played your respective rounds around the course the man and you kept crossing paths, and he made a point to flirt with you shamelessly, despite you fake wedding ring. He seemed to be completely unfazed by the fact that you were married. In fact, he seemed to be drawn to it, as if the forbidden fruit was all the more tempting because of it. At first you were taken aback by his forwardness. You had never been one to encourage such behavior from strangers, and you certainly didn't want to risk anything that could potentially intrud the mission that you and Ruben had. However the man kept approaching you, forcing you to tell him off.

"Is your putt shot as awful as your pick up lines?"

The man laughed with his whole face, making him even more handsome.

"Is that a challenge?" He said.

You shrugged. "It's not a challenge when I know I'm gonna win."

The man looked to his caddie, nodding his head as to say that he was impressed. "Pepe hand me my putt." He ordered.

The caddie brought him his club, exchanging it for his iron seven. You stood ready to go, with the last hole within reach. You swung the club with ease sinking the ball right away.

"Impressive. " The man applauded. "If I sink the ball first try I'm taking you to dinner."

You smirked. He was slick, too slick for his own good. Successfully sinking the ball in the whole, the man turned to you, sporting a complement smile. "I guess dinner is on me. How about the restaurant near the marina?"

"Great, my husband and I will meet you there at seven."

The man laughed but stretched out his hand to shake yours. "Pleasure playing with you...."

"Y/N." You smiled. "Y/N Moreno."

"Alejandro Martinez." He said, causing your hand to go lump in his grip.

"Y...your...him."

"The owner of this resort? Yeah that's me."

But he was so young. Younger than you thought he'd be. He looked to be around fifty years old, but very fit for his age.

"You and your husband....you're staying at the villa with my family, no?"

"Um...yes."

You had a bad feeling about this. Alejandro Martinez was never known for spending much time at his resort, but here he was, enjoying a round of golf with you.

"Than we shall all see you again tonight." He turned your hand and kissed your knuckles. Heat rose to your face as you pulled away.

You couldn't wait to report all of this back to Ruben.

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst

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livfastdieyoung69 · 8 months

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Can I pretty pls have a 90's edge x Fem reader where some people are scared of him but when he talks to the reader she says "You don't scare me" and it leads to fluffy with a kiss? Love your writing! 🥺

A NEWFOUND LOVE

(The Brood!Edge x Y/N)

“Um..excuse me?” A soft voice and a gentle tap on the shoulder brought Edge out of his conversation with Christian, making him turn around to find one of the new talents, Y/N. Eyes wide and unused to people approaching him and Christian, Edge was able to stutter out a yes with wide eyes.

“Sorry, I just can’t find the merch staff, I was supposed to grab a shirt from them. Do you know where they are?” No fear was clear in the voice or face, only confusion.

“I think um, I think they should be over that way.” Stuttering through his response, he quickly pointed down the hallway.

“Oh, okay, thank you! Sorry for bothering you.” Y/N took a few steps back, thinking the conversation was over before Edge had a chance to respond.

“No problem, we’re just not really all that, all that used to people..not being scared by us, I guess.” He chuckled awkwardly while he and Christian watched as their eyebrows crinkled with confusion and were quick to ask why.

“The whole Brood gimmick makes us a lot more intimidating than what we are.” Christian was quick to explain from next to Edge, a grin growing on both of their features.

“Yeah, what he said. I promise we’re not scary.”

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I don’t think you’re intimidating at all! Actually, you’re quite nice. And pretty. Anyways, I gotta go find these guys, but thanks for all the help!” Before Edge had the chance to do anything but blush from their compliments, they were quickly leaving.

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“Hey, Edge! ‘Scuse me, Edge!” Y/N yelled through the overcrowded gorilla, shoving their way over to The Brood who had just finished a match. Edge stumbled around at the sound of them but he was unable to make out their voice in the crowd, so instead, he grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled them along. After making it to the trio's locker room, Gangrel and Christian were quick to leave the two outside the door.

“I just wanted to say that I met a lot of people today, and you were probably the nicest to me, so I just wanted to say thanks again.” Y/N’s praise put the grin and blush back onto his face.

“Oh! Nothing to thank me for, but you’re welcome. And, um, I think you’re pretty too.” Edge’s comments made Y/N equally as giddy as the big, blushing man inches away from them.

“You’re getting a lot of thanks out of me today, huh? Maybe I could..maybe I could thank you in a different way?” Y/N’s voice turned into a soft whisper as they moved in closer, heat creeping through both as they stood in the door way. Edge nodded his head, unable to find words.

Y/N moved in even closer, noses nudging and eyes meeting. Their hand moved to the back of his neck, his own coming to tangle with theirs, lips finding the soft skin of his cheek before they barely pulled away, noses still brushing.

“I got a ride with Trish, so I gotta go, but maybe we could meet up on Sunday after Heat?” They still whispered, fingers fiddling in his hold and giving his a quick squeeze, while the two grinned, ear to ear.

“Yeah. Yeah, that would be really nice.”

short but sweet :) idk im not in luv with it but its cute!

i did make it a lil cheek kiss just cuz idk it seems weird to me for them to meet and then boom their kissing like two paragraphs later

also payback omgg that was def one of the best ppvs this year, the cage match and the tag team match were absolutely gorgeous even if i dont like who has the titles now (if you couldn’t tell i am a huge judgement day hater. like i like them seperatly and irl, but altogether, i hate judgement day. I would explain y but it would be paragraphs long and i dont want to do that to yall

#liv writes;*!#edge x reader #wwe x reader

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 Part 3: Self-Sabotage

Sometimes, plans are too good to be true. Sometimes, plans are exactly what they seem to be. And sometimes, plans have good intentions- but they end up causing nothing but chaos.

Tags/Warnings: mc continues to hate kook, kook hates her too but also maybe not??, Angst, enemies to ???, past regrets, miscommunication!!, Fluff?, slow burn, sugar daddy Jungkook vibes, minor age gap, there's tension but this time not the good kind

Length: ~2.5k.

-> Masterlist

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Relationships.. aren't really your cup of tea.

With one of your exes in jail, the other one on a restraining order, and the newest hopefully still back at living with his mom somewhere in America, you've really had enough up to this point in time. You've gotten cheated on, gotten cheated on again, and guess what- cheated on once more. It's like you can't keep a guy entertained with you- and so when Park Jimin sits in front of you, asking you out on a date- your answer is pretty clear right from the start.

Or maybe it isn't really as straightforward as you'd like it to be.

"Can I ask why not?" Jimin asks, taking a sip from his coffee across from you. You'd suspected something like that might happen- after all, Jimin had never been one to hide his attraction to someone. And you were quite flattered, to say the least- he was a model after all. Any girl would feel their ego boosted to be wanted by a man like him, plastered all over billboards and displayed in numerous magazines all across the world. He's a sight to behold- and maybe that's what intimidates you the most about him.

He's similar to Jungkook in that department. There's a sense of.. not being enough on your part. Like you'd have to compete for the rest of your life if you were to try and spend it at his side.

"I.. I'm not sure. I feel like it would be unfair to you to say yes when I honestly haven't ever thought of it." You shrug, unsure how to quite explain your reasonings when you're not even sure of them yourself. "I'm not that.. I don't really know how to date properly. And right now, I'm also not looking for anything." You say, and he nods.

"Well, it doesn't have to be anything set in stone." He shrugs. "We can just spend time together, you know? Doesn't have to have any strings attached." He tries, though he deep down already knows that you'll decline.

"No, I mean, I'm not searching for anything right now." You say, and he smiles.

"Honestly figured. So you and Jungkook, huh?" He asks, and you almost choke on your cookie you've been attempting to eat, not having expected to have that name be dropped all of a sudden, especially not in that context. "Hey, you can't blame rumors from spreading. Something like this doesn't stay low-key with a guy like Jungkook at your side." He jabs playfully, though you're visibly confused.

"What the hell are you talking about?" You ask, voice raising in pitch at your complete confusion. "I'm not going out with him. And neither are we fooling around." You tell him, weirdly enough getting a little shy at the last bit of your sentence, as you remember the almost phone-sex-escapade you both have had a few weeks prior.

"Oh?" Jimin seems amused now, leaning back in his chair. "I must've misunderstood something then, last meeting I had. Staff at the company building was chattering like a cat watching a fly on the window." He says, raising his shoulders before letting them drop back down, clearly entertained at watching you squirm in frustration over whatever the hell those nosy women have started to make up.

"As if!" You scoff. "Jungkook and me, yeah, funny." You huff, slumping down in your chair, arms crossed.

"Why not?" Jimin asks, now genuinely interested. He's always wondered why you both seem to ignore each other to such a degree there's clearly something going on between the two of you, and it doesn't take a genius to see that. "I mean, you're pretty close, aren't you?" He wonders, and you don't react for a moment.

"I don't know." You say. "One moment he's super sweet, perfect guy, and then Boom! Asshole, makes me wanna gauge my eyes out." You say, a little agitated. "He makes fun of me and he's just in over his head all the time. Mister perfect, acting like I'm some sort of peasant.." You complain under your breath, making Jimin giggle across from you.

"Sounds like someone's got a crush." He snickers.

"Do not!" You bark back, feeling insulted. "It's more like a-… big brother kind of thing. I don't know. He's annoying." You try and justify.

"Huh." The older guy hums. "Sweet home Alabama~" He sings under his breath to tease you, and you kick after his shin underneath the table, almost hitting your own knee in the process.

"Shut up, park!" You say, before your phone vibrates. "God, can't I get a break today!" You almost yell, seeing that the guy you just had a conversation about was calling you. You pick it up without hesitating much however, ready to tear him a new one. "What do you want-"

"I need you to come to my office, asap. Where are you right now?" He asks, cutting you off. The tone of his voice makes you snap right out of your headspace you'd been in just seconds ago, the seriousness in it making you nervous- but you give him the location of the cafe anyways. "I'll send you a cab. I'll see you in a few." He tells you, before he hangs up, not leaving any room for you to argue.

"Mister perfect?" Jimin asks, but you don't respond to his teasing as you pull out your wallet to give him a couple of bills.

"It sounded kind of serious. Here's my cut of the bill-" You say, before putting your stuff together, laptop barely fitting into the worn out bag you carry around. "-good lord please let it just be something stupid like he got some prostitute pregnant-"

"How's that a 'just'-" Jimin argues amused, but you simply raise your arms before slipping into your coat.

"I don't know!" You tell him, taking the last sip of your hot chocolate, leaning over to kiss his cheek shortly after downing your treat. "I'm sorry I have to book it, I'll see you Friday?" You ask, and Jimin just smiles fondly, correcting the collar of your blouse for you.

"Of course." He says-

and you don't notice him look after you for a while, for as long as he can see you before you get into the cab and leave.

Well- at least he tried, he tries to comfort himself.

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"there you are. Sorry you had to wait, the meeting lasted longer than I thought." Jungkook says, holding the glass door to his office open for you, black button up shirt undone the first few, silver watch on his wrist catching the light a little. "Come in. Did I pull you away from something?" He wonders, and you shake your head.

Whenever he's dressed like this, and in this kind of environment, it reminds you of how different you both are. You write books for a living- you don't even own formal wear like that, and it makes the age difference between you both sometimes more obvious than other times. Right now, it's pretty evident- with your simple dress and somewhat dirty boots, you look like you still study at some university, while he, dressed in slacks and all clean and mature, definitely looks his age.

It makes you feel a little.. small.

"No- well, a little, but it's fine, honestly." You shrug, sitting down on the small black leather sofa he's got secluded from his main desk as he sits down on it first, hand gesturing for you- the gesture making you notice the silver rings he's wearing today. Jungkook has always liked jewelry, you noticed. With his Numerous piercings, he's always been one to freely express himself, be it with them or his body ink you've briefly seen here and there, but never in full. "Jimin kind of asked me out, and it was super awkward, but that's not important right now-" You start, but he shakes his head, arms crossed and fabric of his black shirt straining around his biceps.

May god have mercy on you.

"It actually is. Did you say yes?" He wonders, and you look at him with confusion.

"Why's that relevant? You gonna hook me up in some fifty shades of grey kind of contract or something?" You wonder, but he doesn't seem to bite the teasing bait you throw him this time- so you drop your attempt. "I said no." You answer, and he nods.

"Alright." He says, internally a little (a lot) relieved at your answer, before he sighs, running a hand over his face. "One of those gossip websites online has leaked photos of the company event we went to. I guess you can already see where this is going." He assumes, and you groan.

"Nooo-" You whine. "Really?" He nods somberly. "Fuck me.!" You complain, and he snickers a bit to himself.

Gladly, he thinks to himself. But right now, there's not really a good moment for jokes like that.

"I'm sorry." You apologize, and he looks at you confused. "You always take me to these things, and I got so.. comfortable with it I guess I lost touch with how dangerous it has been all along for you and stuff." You mumble quietly, looking down at your knees. "I bet we can't just say we're not a couple and they'll just let it go?" You wonder, and he looks at you with a gaze you're not sure what to think of.

"What if we simply don't?" He asks. You look at him wide eyed. You wish you could read his thoughts in moments like these, when he simply offers a glimpse of what's going on in his head, but never enough for you to figure out his plans entirely.

"Huh?" You ask because of that, and he shrugs as an answer.

"What if we say we are a thing?" He asks, and in a way, you want to say no, because where the hell does he even get the idea from in the first place?

"But why?" You question him, and he uncrosses his legs, taking up a little more space as his arms unravel, hands clasped together as his forearms rest on his knees.

"It's a lot to ask, I know." He confesses. "But it would honestly help me tremendously. Mainly in getting those cheap paparazzi off my dick with their constant surveillance and need for money in order to keep silent." He reveals.

"So you want be to be your.. girlfriend so they stop following you around?" You ask, he nods.

"At it's core, yes." He tells you. He doesn't want to bombard you with anything more than that right now, well aware that too much at once can scare you off like a traumatized pet.

"huh." You hum out loud, thinking about it. Well- would it be so bad? It would also get any guy off of you as well, helping you in focusing more on your work and less on having to try and always make sure no publisher you get into contact with feels as if they have a chance to get closer to you than on a professional level. So in a way, it's beneficial for you both, isn't it? "Alright. Cool." You nod, and he looks surprised for a second.

"You sure?" He asks, and you nod.

"Yeah, I'm alright with that." You tell him, stretching your legs for a second before you lift the strap of your worn down bag back over your shoulder. "Is that all?" You ask, and he nods.

"Yeah." He offers as an answer, before you stand up and walk out the room.

Leaving him behind, unsure of what really just happened.

Unsure if you really understood what he was asking you.

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Something you've not really thought of was, that with Jungkook now tied to your name, there was a lot of demand from you.

Not only private information (that was taken care of by him and his company basically, having taken weeks to make sure you were under the best online and offline security there is), but also your work. It didn't take long for the public to find out that you were an author- several of your novels having sold out unexpectantly overnight.

And in a way, it's a slap to your face.

You should be happy, and deep down, you are. Your works are finally reaching more people than ever- but it also makes you hate Jungkook again. Because this victory doesn't feel earned. It feels.. almost pitiful. Anything you're gonna release now will always be under the wing of his popularity, taking away any feeling of accomplishment you've been able to feel in the past.

Maybe you've not thought this through. Maybe all of this wasn't really truly worth it after all- but it's done now, no way to turn back. The only thing you can do in this moment is what you do best: hide away. Something you're a pro at, as pathetic as that sounds.

So when Jungkook calls you, you ignore it. There's no use in talking to him, and he never has anything nice to say to you at all anyways, so why bother. He's just gonna mock you or something, and right now, your ego is just too fragile to take that.

His texts go unanswered. You don't wanna know what he's got to say, you don't wanna read what he might be trying to tell you. It won't change anything.

Friday comes and goes. You just don't feel in the mood for it- rather staying in bed all day, ignoring life and even your own body because why would you care about cooking food for yourself when you could rather simply sleep the day away. Your books are selling, you don't need to rush out anything new for the time being- it'll all be fine.

Jimin asks where you are. Of course he does- he probably wants to know the newest gossip you've got, or he might be missing your snacks you bring over every time you watch a movie together. But he's got Jungkook and Tae at his house, probably. He'll be fine- he won't even notice you're not there.

Saturday goes by in a blur. You don't even remember eating anything- only a headache from sleeping the entire day away, some meds you flushed down with some water to combat it all before going to bed yet again, never changing out of your pyjamas, especially once your period hits of all things. And now? It's sunday, 6 in the morning, and you're wide awake, sitting in front of your laptop on your desk, scrolling through the massive reviews to your works online, some websites and blogs even writing full on articles about them. But it doesn't do anything. It doesn't make you feel anything.

None of those positive comments is able to lift your mood.

While he's left behind, wondering what went wrong.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #hatred au

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agendabymooner · 9 months

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long story short ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

"and he feels like home. if the shoe fits, walk in it everywhere you go."

summary: their closest friends are more surprised that they're playing house without the label. OR sylvie hearth wasn't impulsive - in fact her conscience came in the form of a red bull driver named max verstappen. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)

content warning: they give off found family vibe tbh, use of explicit language, moving in, they're just "friends" and everyone "agrees" that they are, lando is a lovechild, mentions of father figures and j*s verstappen (being shitty), mentions of protective!toto and supportive!tilly spoiling ofc.

note: I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOUR (shout out to @flowerchild-96 you literally give me the support and thoughts that had me motivating myself into writing more 😭)

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tillymarie incredibly happy for you lovie !! ❤️ liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford thank you soooo much for the g-wagon tillyyyyy ❤️

steviemarlz ok but whiskey looks hot in here ngl liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford RIGHT?!!! also don't say that as if you hadn't gotten your dream impala 🙄 don't cheat on winchester like that

aimeeyh are you seriously getting yourself a collection?? i could've sworn i've seen a caddy and a mustang on your garage 🙁 liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford don't tell toto that 😢

lewishamilton when's the housewarming? looking forward to it! liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford during my week off 😙 bring the good stuff

lewishamilton you mean the collection of niki lauda car figurines??

sylvieeford yes?! put an ayrton senna while you're at it ❤️

lewishamilton you better be lucky i love you lovie

charles_leclerc is this a new hangout location then? liked by sylvieeford

max33verstappen you're not allowed to step foot in the house if that's what you're asking 🤷‍♂️

danielricciardo sleepover at sylvie's when?? 👀 liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford five rooms available only, first come first serve, fee includes moet and daiquiri recipe

danielricciardo on it mini boss 😇

landonorris i'm not even allowed to drink yet :( liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford i hope you like shirley temple

landonorris yeah i'll take that bestie :)

She could admit that it was an impulsive decision, but her seven-bedroom and four-bathroom cottage was the best purchase that she’s made.

This was the first time she had purchased her own house. Not rent. Not a flat either, but a house. She loved staying in Brackley, if she was being honest, but there were times when she felt as if she needed a change in environment. Something more… like her.

Sylvie could be considered a Wolff especially with the equally intimidating look that they would both give to people that wanted to speak business. Toto was a mentor to Sylvie and she’d often shadow him back when she wasn’t working at Red Bull. Over time, Toto had grown fond of her work ethics and enthusiasm.

So to hear her say that she was buying a house halfway through Milton Keynes and Brackley (Buckinghamshire, if anyone asked) was kind of a disappointment for him. After all, she and her sisters had always been Mercedes girls.

(Even if Tilly owned Red Bull, she too was a Mercedes girl.)

Regardless, he continued to express his admiration for her work ethics. Hell, he and Tilly had even bought her a Mercedes as a part of her new car collection. She never asked them for it— they didn’t understand that when she said “she was collecting them” as she meant that she had a wall of hot wheels displayed in her entertainment room.

But regardless, her slate gray Mercedes G-Wagon — one that she called Whiskey — became her favourite car. She drove to the Red Bull headquarters every day using Whiskey. Everyone was rather appalled to see a Mercedes parked in the staff parking lot.

By everyone, she meant everyone.

The first time she parked it by Christian’s car, the first person who had greeted her was Daniel— who arrived with his Aston Martin.

“Holy shit,” Daniel wolf whistled as she stepped out of her car with a grin. “You’re planning to give the boss a heart attack, Blue.”

“Do you like her?” Sylvie cheekily grinned as she patted the hood of her vehicle, “Her name’s Whiskey. She’s quite pretty and makes the greatest noise ever.”

“Oh yeah I bet,” Daniel snorted at the joke. “I don’t take you for a hard liquor type.”

“I’m not,” Sylvie beamed, “there’s just something about her that screams wild.”

“Like the 10 year old you were not?” Daniel raised a brow, amused smile written on his face. The Mustang donut had been discussed enough in the grid that everyone is permitted to make that joke.

Another Aston Martin pulled up to the parking lot before she could even respond, the sunglasses of the driver inside lowering down as his jaw dropped. Just as he parked, Max Verstappen stepped out of the car while gaping at the sight of her G-Wagon. He had just arrived from France and went directly to the office, bringing his Aston Martin along.

“I don’t recall you having that,” Max started. “I would have known.”

“Of course you would,” Daniel snickered, “you’d know when her cycle starts if I asked for it.” Sylvie stomped on Daniel’s foot before gesturing at her newest baby.

“Toto said that I need some reminder of him whenever I enter the enemy realms,” Sylvie patted her vehicle once more, “enter Whiskey.”

“Whiskey?” Max’s brow raised at the response, “You should have called it Daiquiri. You’d throw your lungs up if you took a shot of whiskey without fruit on it.”

“No need to throw it out there, Maxie,” Sylvie rolled her eyes before walking off with her shoulder carrying her purse. “It’s not like you could shoot whiskey either.”

Max peered at Daniel, who had a smile written on his face as he continued on.

“The girl isn’t wrong, Max,” Daniel shrugged before following the woman to the entrance.

“I could tolerate it,” the Dutchman finally followed along as they all entered the facility. “But right now I’m just looking forward to seeing Christian’s reaction to your Whiskey.”

“You fools aren’t renting a flat in London, are you?”

“If we say no, will you go away?” Daniel started. It was one o’clock, and this was the first thing that Sylvie got for an answer on a genuine question.

Sylvie looked at the Dutchman. Max shrugged, “You know I’m not.”

“What, are you two like— fucking mind readers or something?” Daniel joked, “You have some freaky shit going on with knowing each other.”

The younger ones glared at him.

“I know he isn’t renting,” Sylvie huffed out, rolling up the magazine on her hand and smacking Daniel with it. “He lives with me.”

“What?” Daniel’s eyes widened, looking back and forth at the two. How easy was it for them to say that? How could they even say that aloud?

The truth was that it wasn’t as easy.

When Max told his family about living in England before the season started, his sister immediately rang Sylvie’s phone and giddily asked if Max and her were dating. Sophie was more than excited that she had flown in to give Sylvie a gift for her new home. Sylvie didn’t want to know how Jos reacted, and she and Max agreed that he wasn’t welcome in the cottage. The Hearth sister was pretty scared about the fact that they thought she and Max were dating— they were NOT.

And when Sylvie and Max attended her family dinner and said that the Dutch were living in her home, Toto’s eyes told Max a lot about how he felt towards the news. Truthfully, Max wished that he could find a closet to hide in. Toto was going to kill him just by staring. Her sisters and mother were a different story; they knew Max well enough that they trusted him with Sylvie. Tilly had to nudge her beau just to get him to lay off the younger man.

So yes, saying it aloud wasn’t easy for them. At first. But now it’s like a usual thing to say.

“What?” Sylvie raised a brow at the Aussie. “You’ve never spent less than what you pay for before? We’re sharing the bills.”

She completely forgot to mention that she had already paid the estate fully. Max was only paying for the groceries. And they were barely at home.

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georgerussell63 ohhh so this is what you meant by car collection 😂 liked by sylvieeford

max33verstappen she also bought an orange cadillac after her mum got her the blue mustang - as if she'd ever replace the iconic mustang donut that she did when she was 10

sylvieeford we do not talk about blue like that

landonorris NAW BLANCHE GOT YOU THE WILD MUSTANG?!!

alex_albon no lad, she is the wild mustang liked by sylvieeford

steviemarlz geez max33verstappen your sim racing room is just as empty as lovie's soul not gonna lie

sylvieeford sleep with one eye open, steve.

max33verstappen 😂😂

victoriaverstappen i like the office! it's giving couple without labels vibes

landonorris what she said ^^

maxfewtrell i second that victoriaverstappen 👍

lewishamilton and you still want the senna and lauda car collection?? after all of that wall of hot wheels? liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford it's a necessity for my study 😿

lewishamilton unbelievable lovie 🤦‍♂️

sylvieeford hehe ❤️

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user1 max is giving househusband with all of that DIY shit he did at their offices HAHAHA

user2 she purchased the whole estate and had it renovated... jesus she is loaded

user3 how to tell if it's also a racer's home: have the endless collection of trophies displayed in the drawing room

user4 she also competed before so it could be her trophies and old helmets

user5 ok but she has a collection of helmets gifted to her by drivers like michael schumacher, alain prost and jackie stewart- that's saying a lot about how close her family is to formula one and shit

user6 these two moved in together, decided on what to put up in the house and people around them still think they're friends?

user7 soulmates is what people call them. there's a lot of articles saying that they aren't just childhood friends and this video clearly shows it

user8 the reason why they're so close was because they have a fair share of experiences with fathers who only want them for the glory of being in a podium. it's not fully discussed by them but the way of how tilly spoke about the two showed that these kids need a damn break lmfao

user9 julius and j*s get off their dick challenge 😩

The first time their friends came over for a night in, they were baffled to say the least.

Lando Norris was the first to arrive at the small gathering, bringing a bottle of Moët as if they already hadn’t had enough of it during the last season. When Max opened the door on him the Brit’s first words were: “Holy shit, Max, you’re a royal, mate!”

“Uh hello, too?” Max stepped aside to let him in.

“This place is fancy,” Lando continued as his eyes twinkled in awe. “You should have said you were looking for a house, lad. I would’ve paid half of this just to live here!”

“I don’t own this house,” Max’s brows crinkled in confusion.

“You don’t?”

“This is Sylvie’s house.”

“Oh,” Lando trailed off, his eyes then widening at the realization as he gasped, “Sylvie’s?! Oh that absolute bitch— why didn’t you tell me you were getting a house Sylvia?!”

Lando got lost for a moment inside the house, trying to find the sizzling and chopping sounds as he finally located his best friend.

Lando was ready to give her a piece of his mind, if it hadn’t been for a small feisty figure that had him cowering a little.

Sylvie didn’t even notice the smaller boy enter until a yapping echoed inside the already loud kitchen, looking up as she jumped at the sight of Lando. “What the hell— Lando!”

“You’re telling me what the hell,” Lando argued back before pointing down to the tiny fighting figure in front of him, “you didn’t tell me you bought this house for yourself and now you’ve got a sewer rat for a pet?!”

“Hey, don’t call the baby a rat,” Max called Lando out before walking past him, giving him a smack in the head before he knelt down and picked up the figure.

“You have a puppy, Max! A puppy, Sylvie!” Lando was still shell shocked about this whole ordeal. There was too much to talk about.

“Oh this little thing is my baby,” Sylvie told the boy, reaching out to pet the miniature schnauzer puppy. “Cute, no?”

“Besides I have told you I was buying a place,” Sylvie told Lando. “You were the first one I texted. Even Max, who lives here, didn’t get a chance to know first.”

“I didn’t think you’d get a cottage,” Lando cried out. “A cottage in the village, while you’re at it.”

“It’s more peaceful here,” Sylvie admitted, Max nodding along as she continued, “At least I don’t have to freak out for living in the loudest places ever.”

“Can I pet him?”

“Yeah, you can pet her,” Max corrected Lando with a scowl. “Her name’s Marinara.”

Lando paused in his tracks, baffled at the name as he looked at Sylvie, “You named her, didn’t you? Don’t tell me no because she’s got an obscure name— no one would name someone so stupid but you.”

“What do you mean— fine,” Sylvie replied dully, “I did. But that’s because Max wanted to name her something basic like he is. Cookie— seriously, Max.”

“It’s rather fitting for her,” Max shrugged, bouncing the puppy in his arms. “She got some Oreo features.”

“She’s a bit lighter than a cookie,” Sylvie protested, “besides even if she was an Oreo, I’d call her Oreo instead of Cookie. Basic bitch.”

Lando stared at the two of them with an amused expression. There was so much that had changed in the span of a year, and Lando didn’t want to point that out— he didn’t want to jinx it. He was just glad that the two were playing house once more. Hopefully this time, it becomes a permanent fixture in his life.

After all, he was the first to witness the building and destruction of their relationship. He was certain that there was love shared between the two of them.

Peering down at the dog’s name tag, his eyes twinkled with joy as he scanned the engraved letters repeatedly.

Marinara Ford-Verstappen

And they said that they were just being practical with living together. They have a puppy and they live in the same house— as of this point they might as well share a bed and get married. Nobody would stop them seeing as the decision to move together and have a support pet were made without telling anyone.

If you were to ask anyone else, Sylvie wasn’t really impulsive.

She hadn’t just purchased this house just because. Talking to a real estate agent about making a decision was rather difficult, so she phoned Max and asked if he preferred having two and a half bathrooms or something. Then, the next time they met she dragged him to the open house in Buckinghamshire.

She also had him picking out a puppy from the litter in their local pet shelter, which ended up being Marinara.

They weren’t exactly impulses if she got a second opinion from him.

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alex_albon "sewer rat pet"

sylvieeford that's just lando lol

roscoelovescoco i luvs yous, friends! 🐶 liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford see u at the paduck, frend! -marinara

danielricciardo we want a marinara ig page 🤩 liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford max can barely run his own instagram lmao

max33verstappen rude!

tillymarie look at that baby girl 🐶😍 liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford you'll see her a lot on the paddock 👀 on her red bull outfit and everything

redbullracing is that our new mascot?!! liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford she'll be replacing christianhorner on duty 😍

gerihalliwell haha! looking forward to meeting her, sylvie! liked by sylvieeford

max33verstappen i'm so appalled she stays still whenever you take her photo while all the photos i've taken of her are blurry 🙄

sylvieeford she already favours you over me. ME, the one who takes her out to go potty 😒 stop whining, maxie.

max33verstappen must be tough not being the favourite parent huh

sylvieeford i hope she pisses on your bedroom rug bitch 🤬

ps: the birth of the "ford-verstappen" household and marinara ford-verstappen hehehe ❤️

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smuttyfang · 8 months

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All Might, You Embarrass Yourself With Your Quirk

“"I'm big small might Simp but not an all might Simp (If I met him in his big form I'll most likely to feel uncomfortable or intimidated), and what makes some know that the reader likes him is cuz of an animal quirk? (cats with big pupil) and uncomfortable with all might (owls puffing up feather a bit not allot tho). I like the idea of the reader working in UA in someway. she mentally go to normal to BOOM! LOTS OF SEROTONIN! but tries her best to keep cool and not make a fool of herself (but kinda does) in front of small might no less I'm not sure if you take curtain quirk or hero costumes requests but I do like a loose hero custume for the reader (tight clothes makes me feel insecure tbh) and an a nocturnal animal quirk! If not thats ok 👌."

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"This will be interesting!" You said, leaning over to your good friend, the hero Midnight.

"Oh yes, this one will be delicious." She said, seductively as usual. You stared at the large screen in front of you. You were both sitting with a few other staff members and students watching the first term final exam. Up next was Eraser's battle against Momo and Shoto. Shoto was always an interesting one during these battles. Before the match began, Midnight turned toward you. "So, have you given any more thought to it?"

"Well.." You had recently been introduced to some of the other teachers at U.A. by Midnight. At first it was simply as friends, but they all have really been pushing for you to be involved with the school, even becoming one of the teachers. "I have still been thinking about it. It's a big decision."

"I know, I know. But you could really help put these students in a good position." She giggled. "But seriously, I know your quirk would be useful for teaching them more silent but necessary skills. " She did have a point. Your quirk was useful for operations that required more delicate handling. Since you had the skills of an owl, and the wings, it was extremely easy for you to follow someone silently and stay quiet. You could turn your feet into owl like claws as well to hold yourself on branches and the sides of buildings. "You could also help students who have trouble with balance."

"Yes, I suppose that is true." You placed your fingers on your chin, humming to yourself and thinking. "Maybe, I'm just not sure that I.." You began to speak, but you heard the door to the room open and close. Before you realized it, All Might himself was standing right in front of you. He was wearing.. a suit? It didn't seem like he felt comfortable in it. He would awkwardly pull on his collar and try to pull it away from his neck. He looked at Midnight.

"Hey, Midnight. This a friend?" He gave you a very gentle smile. It felt like your heart jumped.

"Yes, she may be working here soon if I can finally convince her to." All Might sat down beside of you and held his hand out to you.

"We could use all the help we can get. It's nice to meet you then." You felt your wings lightly raise up and flutter, along with your heart. You shakily took his hand in yours and shook it. "Um.. Are you alright? Your wings are flapping." You realized you were creating somewhat of a breeze behind yourself because your wings kept flapping. Some papers flew about the room. You scrambled and tried to hold them down with your hands.

"I, uh.. yeah! That just happens sometimes! Hehe.." You were mortified. It felt like you were already making a complete fool of yourself in front of him.

"I see." He laughed. "You don't need to hide them, they're uh, nice." He rubbed the back of his head. You didn't expect that he would be a nervous type of person. Your wings fluttered even more hearing him say that to you, and you couldn't control them any longer after that. You blushed hard, pushing your face into Midnight's chest to hide. She giggled at you.

"So, did you change your mind about working here yet?" She asked you, slyly. Looking up at her still blushing madly, you whispered to her quietly.

"I definitely want to teach here." She giggled at you and grinned.

"Oh? Why the sudden change of heart, hmm?" She teased. She knew damn well what the reason was.

"Shut up." You pulled away from her, crossing your arms. You looked to All Might. His eyes were trained on the screen, watching the students. It was easy to see how much he cared for them. You tried to avoid staring, and continued with watching the match. Once that match had finished, All Might stood.

"I guess I should prepare for mine." He stretched his arms upward. "Would you like to walk with me?" You felt like screaming out loud you were so happy.

"Oh, absolutely!" You said excitedly. He held his hand out to you to help you up, like a true gentleman. "Thank you.." He really wasn't doing much of anything, but it was still making your heart race. You both began walking out of the room and down the hall together.

"So, you are going to teach then?" He asked.

"I believe so, yes." You nodded. "If I can have the patience, I will do my best."

"You will learn how to have it quickly and easily, I'm sure." He smiled at you. "Then I will be happy to see you in action."

"I definitely don't have anything flashy, but I think some of the things I know are quite practical." You rubbed the back of your neck. "I just hope I can teach, I've never done anything like this before."

"Maybe we could discuss teaching methods, I'm still fairly new to this whole teaching thing." He laughed. You both approached the door to exit and head outside. Steam started rolling off of his body.

"That would be nice, once I get started anyways." His body started to grow larger.

"Over coffee?" He asked, still with a normal and gentle voice.

"I would love that." His transformation was finished, and his appearance was now that of the #1 hero.

"Well, I'll see you soon, then!" He jumped off the ground, laughing loudly, headed toward the battlefield for his match with his students.

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#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero acedamia #bnha #all might x reader #all might #small might #small might x reader #yagi toshinori #yagi toshinori x reader #fluff #fanfic #scenario

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the-trans-ginger · 1 year

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"Yes sir"

this is a sequel to this fic that I wrote earlier.

content: light smut, dom reader, sub rhea. reader is not explicitly gendered, only called "sir" a few times. (which I think could be a gender neutral term)

reader starts comforting rhea and making sure everything's alright after dominating her on stage. this honest conversation turns into reader teasing rhea, making her beg again.

together with finn and damian I helped rhea get out of the arena. the both of us were tired and beaten up, but rhea definitely got the worst of it. she was limping due to the calf crusher I put her in; we were heading to the medics to check up on her knee.

when we got there, damian lifted her up and sat her on the bed. finn and him had to leave for a match, which gave me a moment alone with rhea. the medical staff was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to take it upon myself to take care of rhea.

that is, if she would let me. she was avoiding eye contact and hadn't said a word since we left the arena. I stood in front of her and placed my hands on her legs, slowly stroking to comfort her and let her know everything was okay.

"hey, are you alright? I'm really sorry if I went too far with you, I might have gotten a little carried away out there."

rhea gave me a tired smile. she briefly looked into my eyes, but looked down at my hands when the eye contact got too much for her.

"no no no, you did good. I'm just- I'm used to always being in control, to people being intimidated by my presence alone. when I walked up to you, I felt that way for the first time, and, to be honest, I kinda enjoyed feeling that way. and then in the ring, you- I- um, yeah. I'm still a bit confused, but it was perfect." she started blushing by just thinking about what happened a few minutes ago.

"but the next time you do something like that, please don't do it in front of an audience. this was cool, but I'd like to keep up my dominance on camera."

I cupped her cheek with my hand, tilting her head up to my face. "look at me." she looked into my eyes, blushing even more than she already was. "I promise I won't do anything like this again in front of the audience or the cameras, I want you to keep on dominating your opponents like only you can do. I'll make sure that every single person who even thinks about teasing you about what happened today will deeply regret it."

rhea smiled and sighed in relief. "thanks for having my back, mate. also, I think you picked up on that, but just to make sure, I would really enjoy it if you'd dominate me at any other moment of the day, when we're not being watched. I- I think it was pretty hot what you did back there, honestly."

I smirked as I ran my thumb along her lower lip. "mhm I thought so. did you think I hadn't seen you blush?" rhea swallowed and looked away until I gave her chin a small tug. "now, let me take care of you for a bit while we wait for someone who can check up on you knee." rhea nodded, slightly relieved now she knew we were on the same page.

I gave her a small kiss on the forehead before I started looking around for some disinfectant. "you've got some nasty scratches on your back, man, I wonder where you got them from" I laughed. "I'm gonna disinfect them, it might sting a bit so let me know if I have to stop"

I put the disinfectant on my hands and started rubbing her back with it. she flinched and hissed when the alcohol touched the scratches, so I worked as quickly as possible without missing any of the wounds.

to rheas surprise, I kept my hands on her back when I was done with the disinfectant. I started gently massaging her shoulders, then her back (making sure to stay away from the scratches), slowly moving down until I wrapped my arms around her waist. rhea started caressing my hands as I pulled her back towards me into a hug and placed my chin on her shoulder.

rhea gasped as I started peppering her with small kisses, slowly making my way up on her neck while stroking her abs. she leaned into me with a sweet smile on her face.

I smirked on her skin when I got an idea to toy with her for a little bit. "what would you think if I started fucking you right here, right now? I bet you were thinking about that for some time already, weren't you?" I whispered into her ear while slowly moving my hand down towards the top of her pants, letting it linger there.

rhea bit her lower lip, humming, letting out a soft moan at the thought of the pleasure that she had secretly wished for so badly. "ohh yes, please, please fuck me, I- that'd be amazing. please?" she begged.

I chuckled. "too bad. you wouldn't want anyone to walk in and see me fucking you senseless, would you?"

rhea whined at the thought of how long she would have to wait before we would be really alone. I wasn't going to make it easy for her, either; I let my hand wander down over her pants, drawing small circles with just enough pressure to make her feel it, but not nearly enough to satisfy her. I used my other hand to push her hips down, giving her no chance of grinding against me. I kept going on when she squirmed and whined, pleading and begging me to stop.

"why are you doing this to me? please, please stop teasing me, I'll do anything for you" rhea turned her head towards me as best as she could, looking at me with puppy eyes.

"hmm you're right, you have been a good girl today, even now I'm being pretty mean to you. you don't deserve to suffer through my teasing." I kept moving my hand around mercilessly despite what I just said, fake pouting at her to tease her even more.

my pout turned into a sinister smile. "but you said you'd do anything to make me stop? that's a dangerous thing to say, you know that, right? I could ask you to do anything right now and you'd do it without question because you're so desperate."

rheas eyes widened, her expression a mix between fear, curiosity, and arousal.

"because you've been so good, I'll make it easy for you, don't worry about it, my girl. you just have to call me sir one time, one time only. except if you really like calling me that of course, in that case you can say it as much as you like."

without dropping a beat, rhea started pleading again, so desperate. "please, sir, please stop teasing me, I can't take it anymore"

I pulled my hand away from her immediately, gaining a soft sigh of not quite relief, as she still was pretty worked up. I quickly walked around the table she was sitting on, until I stood between her legs. "you're such a good girl for me rhea, I'll give you a proper reward when we're alone, I promise" I pulled her into another, more comforting hug, now giving rhea the chance to hug me back. she hummed into my neck, thankful for the promise.

at that moment, I heard footsteps approaching from the hallway. I pulled away from the hug, giving rhea a kiss on the lips. she looked at me with confusion in her eyes when I pulled away instead of deepening the kiss, she wanted to start complaining.

"shhh, it's alright. we'll continue later, I promise. now lay down, the doctor's here"

just before the door opened, rhea whispered something into my ear, something that I didn't really expect:

"yes... sir"

#saturn speaks #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #wwe x reader #wwe

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alice-angel12x · 1 year

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I wonder what NRC's reaction would be meeting life for the first time?

Let's set the scene:

Far away deep in the hidden celestial forest, lies a hidden grotto. In the center was a simple shack, and inside was the god of Origin, Life. In the shack, tools and instruments lay scattered across the ground. On many shelves were both finished and unfinished clay sculptures. Beings that were not given the flames of life just yet. Around a cauldron were many different potions, herbal editions, and a large assortment of plants. And at the sketch table sat life. Paper and blueprints were scattered around him, all with failed Ideas of new life. The God Life sat and stared blankly at the blank parchment. He was having the work creative block, and the only thing he could draw was love hearts around a doodle of the apple of his eye, Y/n Death.

"Where did you disappear to this time Y/n," Life sighed in loneliness.

Life held out his hand as his staff floated over to him. With a soft tap, the staff tilted so that the orb was right in front of him. A couple of Sugar gliders helped him as they brought assortments of herbs and potions. Life gathered the ingredients into his hands and crushed them together. With a gentle breath, Life blew the ingredients into the orb.

The liquid in the orb began rapidly changing color, and swirling in the orb. In the light, Life saw an image of a castle with many statues.

"Night...Raven...College?" Life asked.

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(1 week later)

'' Well, this looks like the place,'' Life said as he stepped through the gate.

As he walked through he saw the statues of 7, each one he remember when they were just clay in his workshop. Though he was happy that they should so much talent, though he wished they used their talents differently.

As he walked toward the school, a bunch of Savanaclaw students stood in his way. They towered over them, as they took in this stranger's appearance. The lamb ears, Deer antlers, and tail, immediately identified him as an herbivore beastmen. Yet they have never seen one with hooved feet.

Life was unfazed by the intimidation attempt, and simply observed them till he finally spoke up.

"Excuse me gentlemen, but I am looking for a friend of mine. I think they attend this school?" Life asked politely.

"Did you hear him?" Student A mocked.

"Gentlemen, He thinks he's so fancy," Student B laughed.

Life just stared in surprised disappointment, just questioning what is up with these generations of Humans and Beastmen. The poor God thinking these boys were a lost cause decided to ask for help from someone else. Someone less, beastly.

"Well, I guess you don't have the answers I seek. I wish you a good day, young fledglings," Life bowed as he tried to walk around the delinquent boys.

But the delinquents didn't let him pass as they grabbed him by the antlers. The commotion got the attention of many of the other students.

"I bet you are an RSA spy," Student C spat.

"Yeah you and your posh classmates," Student A growled.

Life winced slightly but didn't cry out in pain even after the harsh tug. The accusation of this antlered person sparked a rivalry flame, as the students gathered around. Cheering for the students to bet up the "RSA" guy.

Life looked around with a disappointed glare. "Please let go of my Antler. Grabbing someone like this is incredibly rude," Life said calmly, but sternly.

Sadly this only annoyed the aggressive students, as one tried to through through a punch. But Life quickly yanked his head, pulling the boy holding his antlers off his feet. To slam the boy into his attacker. The third guy tried to guy Life from behind, but Life used the bottom of his staff and jabbed him hard in the stomach. When the boy clutched his tummy, life flipped his staff to use the hook to throw the boy in front of him.

The first boy tried his luck again, only for Life to kick him hard in the jewels with his powerful legs. The crowd cringed as they could feel the pain just by watching. Student B growled at Life baring his teeth, only for the being to return in kind. Showing just how much larger and sharper his carnivore teeth are.

Life grabbed the student by the collar of his shirt and effortlessly lifted the muscular boy off the ground.

"I wish to ask again. I am Looking for Y/n of Death," Life said gravely.

Suddenly Life dropped the boy as someone jumped down between them. When the dust cleared Life could see who this was.

"Life?" asked a familiar voice.

"H-hey, Y/n you know that...guy?" Ace asked.

"Yes, he is a good friend of mine. He is the very embodiment of life itself-" Y/n was suddenly cut off When they were pulled into a sudden bear hug.

"Death, it's so good to see you, I missed you so much," Life gushed as he rubbed his cheek against theirs.

Y/n didn't seem bothered, but Everyone was just having a huge cause of emotional whiplash.

#Falling Pegasus answers #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #Death Au #Death!reader

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chilly-me-softly · 1 year

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little mounty and christmas, imagine mason bringing her to the lunch they have had today. it will be very cute

Little Mounty

"Excited for the day little mounty?" Mason has his daughter in his arms as he enters the facility and lets the little one look around, her little eyes lighting up at what the staff have managed to put on especially for the children.

"It's not Christmas"

"I know love, but we're spending that day at grandma and grandpa's. And we boys wanted to celebrate together"

"Why?"

"Because we love each other and that's what friends do"

"There's uncle Ben!" as soon as he opens the door that leads to the lounge they will be staying in for the day, Alice wastes no time in scouting out someone she knows so Mason puts her down. But he doesn't even have time to remind her not to be good that she has already disappeared, leaving him alone with an envelope full of presents in his hand.

"Have you lost her already?" a faint female laugh distracts him from Ben and Alice, and Mason turns slightly to the side giving her a smile.

"Hey, I didn't know you'd be here too"

"Oh no, I just dropped something off"

"But you'll be here? Around I mean...um there's something I want to give you"

"I'll be in my office. Did you give me a present Mount?" her tone is somewhere between surprised and joking and he shrugs innocently.

"Who know"

"Alice eat alone you're capable of it" the boys are sitting at the table, Kai and Reece opposite Ben and Mason with little Alice in the middle, who without even saying it is enjoying the attentions of the boy by her side. Well at least this way she hasn't gotten dirty yet.

Some of the other boys also took up the invitation to bring their children along and Mason tried to get Alice to play with someone her own age for a while, but the little girl didn't want to. She had hidden behind his legs and after a few more failed attempts he hadn't felt like pushing her any further.

She was chatty with those she knew and those she trusted, his father would stay hours listening to her babbling on about some cartoon or princess whose name he didn't even know. Yet he had noticed that she had more problem relating to children her age and had often wondered lately if he could do something more.

She has a small crown made of tissue paper on her head and smiles surrounded by the attention of his friends and for the moment, for today, that's fine he decides. No more worrying.

"Do you know today is not Christmas?" she asks holding her fork to Kai sitting opposite her.

"Yes"

"So why did Santa bring presents?"

"He probably didn't"

"What?" Mason exchanges an alarmed look with Ben jumping in before the situation gets out of hand irreparably. His daughter is too young to ruin the idea of Christmas at the moment thanks.

"What Kai meant - he casts a quick glance at the boy in question, who smiles apologetically - is that Santa will bring the presents home. Today's are from the people who love you. Isn't that right Kai?"

"Y-yeah" the boy murmurs, giving her the best smile he can under his father's intimidating gaze, hoping that everything is sorted out.

"Hey Alice, do you want to open another christmas crackers?"

"Yes!"

"Keep eating, don't forget" Mason sighs relieved, lightly stroking her back before stopping to look at her.

Alice had gone to bring her present to Kepa, she had wanted to make everyone drawings and to make them a little more special Mason had helped her choose frames to put them in. After eating she had taken the opportunity to hand them out and then everyone had spread out a bit around the room and to his delight the little girl had stayed there with the boy even when another child had approached. He had then relaxed for a moment in his seat, allowing himself to chat with his friends.

"She is a special kid"

"See these, these are the tears she made me shed to make all these drawings" Mason jokes pointing at Ben's drawing making him laugh. But in the end he can't help but agree with him remembering his special and personal one already hanging at home that she had given him that very morning.

"Looks like you've had your hands full these days" Cesar joined the group shortly before.

"Believe me. Every spare minute was for these drawings, I had to watch her and she would get so upset if I didn't give her attention"

"She looks just like her father to me"

His gaze falls to the phone screen that lights up for a notification, but more like looking at the time. "Hey would you take a look at Alice for me? I'll be right back"

He takes his jacket from the chair as soon as nods come from his friends and touches the inside pocket of this one satisfied with what he feels at the touch. He still has one last gift to give.

He knocks on your door once he arrives, it's open but still he doesn't want to intrude if you're doing something important.

"Hey Mason, come on in. How's the party going?"

"Good, I brought you this" the boy extends a white napkin laying it on her desk catching her attention.

"A biscuit! Thank you" she immediately bites into it, closing her eyes at the sweetness. While Mason simply stands there looking at her.

"And uhm this" he hands her another envelope but for this one he waits for her to take it.

"Mason, did you really get me a present?"

"It's just... it's nothing" he stammers, while she has already opened the envelope and taken the card.

"A croissant?"

"You know when you shared your breakfast with Alice last time. I thought I owed you one and, I mean maybe we could... have breakfast together one of these days?" the idea had come to him when he'd realised that picking up the phone again and getting caught wouldn't be a good thing to do. So he'd started drawing, annoying his daughter more than anything, until the light bulb had gone on and he'd stood next to her colouring.

"Oh that's... that's a great idea. I'd love to. Yeah, I'm in"

"Great" he smiles just like her and doesn't know what else to add, without risking making a fool of himself and risking the meeting. So he claps his hands closed into fists between them. "Great. Uhm I should go now"

"Yeah, okay"

"Merry Christmas (y/n)"

"Merry Christmas Mason"

#little mounty #mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount imagines #mason mount one shot #football imagine #football imagines

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barry-j-blupjeans · 1 year

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"And of course, you'll have training together tomorrow-"

"Can't," Magnus interrupted.

Lucretia blinked. She had come down to the boys' dorm to give them an update on their new training regime After the mess with Taako's relic- the Philosopher's Stone, it was of uttermost importance that they kept in good physical shape. She was already dreading the day she'd have to send them into Wonderland, so extra training couldn't hurt. She wanted to do that last, of course, but they were still searching for the Temporal Chalice and it was better to be safe than sorry.

But the only person in the dorm when she arrived was Magnus. Merle was, apparently, with his kids (Magnus whispered this to her like it was a secret and that Merle himself hadn't shown her the pictures he kept in his wallet). When she asked about Taako, Magnus grimaced and wouldn't elaborate. Lucretia had the feeling it had something to do with the giant burn mark on their floor that had been covered with a towel much too small.

"You... can't," Lucretia repeated.

"Yeah," Magnus said. "I mean, I can! And Merle probably can! But Taako, uhhh, Taako doesn't really wanna... be... around me right now."

Okay. Okay, Lucretia could deal with this. Taako got upset over lots of stupid things. One time, he held a grudge against Magnus for three cycles for taking their last bit of ketchup. Actually, Lucretia was pretty sure that if she hadn't erased that incident from their minds, Taako would still be mad about it. First things first, she needed to get to the root of the problem.

"What exactly happened between you and Taako?" she asked.

Magnus grimaced again, twisting his face up so much that Lucretia almost laughed. But that wouldn't be professional. She was professional.

"Nothing much," Magnus blatantly lied. "It's just, uh, y'know. When you're living in such close quarters with someone for a while, you're gonna fight occasionally."

Oh, did Lucretia know.

"But what was the fight about?" she said.

"Oh y'know..." Magnus repeated. Was he sweating? He looked like he was sweating. "Sometimes you just, uhm. Do things accidentally. And then fuck up your friendship with someone."

"Did you..." Lucretia's nose scrunched up as she thought. Okay, now she was grimacing. "I'm asking this in a professional sense, but did you kiss Taako?"

"What?" Magnus said. "No! What the fuck!"

"See, I thought you hadn't but the way you phrased it-"

"No!" Magnus said. "No, I'm mar- I'm not interested in Taako. Also, T-B-H, Director, Taako is not my type. He's too... spindly. And also intimidating. In the bad way."

"Sure," Lucretia said, like that made any sense to her whatsoever. "So you didn't kiss Taako, but you did something to fuck up your friendship." She tried to think. What could Magnus have possibly done to ruin things bad enough that he thought Taako wouldn't be going to training. "Did you... damn, Magnus, I'm out of ideas."

"I don't think it was that bad," Magnus said. "I just- I like to keep people on their feet! Keep them ready for danger!"

"Of course," Lucretia said, remembering when all four incidents of when she threw her journal at him when he snuck up at her, and the one time she hit him on the head with a inflatable baseball bat.

"So I was gonna do that to Taako while he was laying on the couch," Magnus said. "I think he was sleeping but I'm not sure 'cus I didn't look that hard. But I like, launched myself over the couch and onto the cushion next to him. And, uhm. Something cracked? Snapped? Snapped is a better word."

He glanced over at the burnt part of the floor. The pieces clicked together in Lucretia's mind.

"Oh, shit," she said. "You broke the umbrastaff."

"Not on purpose," Magnus said, voice low and urgent like someone would be listening in on them. Maybe he had been hanging out with Angus too much. "It just- it happened! On accident! And of course, Taako woke up immediately and he was like "what the fuck" but then the staff kind of, uhm. Got really hot? Like burning hot. And obviously, I got off it and there was a... thing that happened. And now we're here."

"A thing," Lucretia repeated, trying to get her voice to stay steady. She tightened her grip on her staff, hoping it would make her less shaky.

"Yeah, uhm, a thing."

"I think it'd be pretty important to mention what the thing was, Magnus."

"Wellllllll, I didn't get a good look at it," Magnus said, now looking anywhere but at her. He was playing with the end of his shirt. Lucretia didn't even have to know him for a hundred years to know that he wasn't telling the complete truth.

"Magnus, if it puts our security at risk-"

"Ehhhh," Magnus said. "It's probably not that big of a deal."

"Magnus."

"If I had to choose someone I have met to say it looks like," Magnus said. "Like, hypothetically, if I had to pick someone. Then I would probably, maybe- just like, a little bit, just a little bit, I would pick the, uh.... the Red Robe?"

"Lup," Lucretia breathed. Had she been in the umbrastaff this whole time? Fuck, why had Lucretia not put that together earlier? She knew the staff ate defeated magic users, Lup must have been bested before she died. Probably while hiding the Gauntlet. She hadn't come back because she hadn't physically been able to. Of course. Of course! Lucretia felt so stupid.

"Who?" Magnus asked.

"Nothing," Lucretia said, straightening up. "Where is she now? The- the Red Robe you saw, I mean."

"She got yeeted out of here pretty fast," Magnus said. "Like, there was a second where she was just kinda standing in the middle of the room, and then she was like "Taako!" and then she kinda fell through the floor and got shot away from the base. Taako looked through the floor window. And then he kinda like, stared at me. And he did that thing where he doesn't say anything but you know he's upset at you-"

"Right, right," Lucretia said, distracted. She had lich wards, duh. But that means Barry might find Lup before Lucretia was able and- gods, Lucretia was only just managing the guilt of Barry knowing what she was doing, but Lup?? Fuck. "Magnus I have to- I gotta go. This is- this is serious. If you see the Red Robe- either of them, if you see either Red Robe, tell me immediately. Do you understand?"

"Oh, for sure," Magnus said, still not looking at her. Lucretia, frankly, didn't care. She turned from the room, speed walking back towards the elevator. And then she remembered why she had come down here in the first place.

"I want the three of you in the gym at nine tomorrow morning!" she called over her shoulder. "No exceptions!"

"Taako's probably not gonna come!" Magnus said.

"No exceptions!" Lucretia repeated.

"He doesn't have a weapon anymore!"

"No exceptions!" Lucretia said once more, jamming the button to open the elevator. She heard Magnus grumble something from behind her, but she kept pressing the button. The sooner she got back to her office, the sooner she could do a scrying spell, and the sooner she could finally find Lup.

#magnus burnsides #lucretia #taz #taz balance #the adventure zone #mine #ise cube writing #long post #kinda #like 1.2k

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jay-zzz87 · 7 months

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Lumity and B!Lumity fluff

Warning, there is implied smut. Not actual, just implied through jokes. Also it's only with Betas cuz they're 18. Anyways I lowkey kind miss doing writing prompts.

Luz: Amityyyyyyy

Luz is standing outside Amity's balcony with a bouquet of flowers for her awesome girlfriend.

Luz: I'm ready for our daaaate!

Suddenly the door swung open and a taller figure came out. It was Amelia, Amity's oldest sister.

Luz: Oh, hi Amelia

Amelia: Hello Luz

While Amelia is definitely intimidating given that she's taller, older, and has an attitude, she still has a sweet spot for Luz given her circumstances and how happy she makes Amity.

Luz: I'm here to take Amity out on a date

Amelia: She's inside getting ready

Luz: Ok, I'll wait

There's silence for a brief moment until Luz starts up again.

Luz: How are Ed and Em?

Amelia rolls her eyes.

Amelia: As annoying as ever.

Luz lets out a nervous laugh: Hehe....siblings

Then, she looks at the flowers she got Amity.

Amelia sighs: How's your sister?

Luz looks up: Lucia?

Amelia, sarcastically: What, you got another sister I don't know about?

Luz: N-No, I-I um....she's good. She's just at home....doing stuff

Amelia: Doing what?

Amelia wants to know but is hoping that she doesn't sound too interested.

Luz: I don't know. Watching oracle or something?

Amelia: Hmm....ok

There's a moment of silence again until Amity comes out of the room to the balcony.

Amity: Hey batata

Luz can't help but stare at how beautiful her girlfriend looks.

Luz: Whoa

Amity blushes: You like it? Amelia helped me pick it out

Luz: You look amazing amor

Luz quickly goes up to Amity and gives her a hug. When they seperate, Amity notices the bouquet in Luz's hand.

Amity: Ooo, are those for me?

Luz sheepishly laughs: Yeah, I picked them out myself.

Amity: They're beautiful love

Suddenly, Amelia clears her thoat loudly to imply she's still around.

Amity gets annoyed and tolls her eyes.

Amity : Really? You don't have to be here

Amelia, sly: I don't have to cover for you. I can always tell mom about your batata

Amity growls but Luz holds her hand to calm her down.

Luz: C'mon amor. Let's just get on with our date.

Amity: Yeah, ok

Luz summons Owlbert and they both get on and fly away. Amelia scoffs as she's a little irritated that her little sister would talk to her that way. Especially since she's covering her and could easily get her into trouble with their mother if she wanted to. Although there is a part of her that's is proud of her for sticking up for herself. She won't deny that it is definitely something Amity needs to work on. In the meantime while they're gone, she's gonna have a bit of fun. She summons her staff and flies to the owl house.

Lucia is on the couch sleeping her ass off. The previous night left her drained from having to complete a bounty just so she can get Luz enough money to atleast afford a nice restaurant to take Amity. Lucia usually doesn't care about Luz and Amity's relationship, but she does care about Luz. That was enough to help out Luz to get some snails. After that, she immediately went to bed and knocked out.

Amelia arrived to the house and was immediately greeted by the bird tube.

Hooty: Hello!

Amelia: Titan! Don't scare me like that!

Hooty retreat back to the door

Hooty: But that's my job! Anyways, Lucia is inside and sleeping! Thou shall not- ow!

Amelia kicked the door open to force herself in, then shut it. She can here Hooty on the other side complaining.

Amelia: Titan he's annoying

Lucia is suddenly awake with a line of saliva on her cheek.

Amelia: Hey

Lucia looks around and lets her eyes adjust before landing them on Amelia.

Lucia: Oh hey. What brings you here?

She does a quick stretch.

Amelia: I got bored

Lucia: Oh, sucks

Lucia lays back down. Amelia grabs one of the pillows and hits her with it.

Lucia: Hey!

Amelia: Asshole

Lucia sits up: Profanity

Amelia: Shut up. You spit shit all the time. And it's not like your sister is here.

Lucia: Ok ok. Chill girl

Lucia rubs her face.

Lucia: What do you want?

Amelia: I just wanna do something

Lucia: ....well it better not be me cuz I'm tired as fuck

Amelia hits her again

Amelia: I DIDN'T MEAN THAT STUPID!

Lucia couldn't help but laugh.

Amelia: You're such a child

Lucia: If I'm a child, then you're a pedo-

Amelia hits her again, this time repeatedly.

Lucia grabs the pillow and pulls it away.

Luz: Ya, I'll stop Ames

Amelia rolls her eyes: Whatever

Lucia grabs her waist and pulls her close.

Lucia: Don't whatever me baby

Amelia and Lucia have been dating for a while. They definitely dated after Amity and Luz got together but had relations before then. Eventually they fell for eachother and Lucia took out Amelia for a date. Amelia made it clear if they dated it had to be kept a secret. She's afraid of her mom and ex knowing. She knows that Lucia's life would be on the line if they ever found out. Lucia claims that she's not afraid and could take them on, but Amelia wants to be safe. She can't stand the thought of losing someone that actually cares for her for who she is and not her popularity.

Amelia pushes Lucia away.

Amelia: Not here stupid

Lucia lets go and giggles. She loves seeing Amelia get nervous and mad. It's really cute to her. Almost reminds her of a mad cat.

Lucia: Ok. You wanna go somewhere else?

Amelia: Yeah. Did you have something in mind?

Lucia: Not really. Like I said, I'm tired.

Amelia: We can go to your room and.....I don't know, cuddle.

Lucia: ....yeah sure. Lets go

They get up and go to the upstairs room. Lucia gets the sleeping bag comfy for them. Amelia is aware of the situation Lucia and Luz are in. There are times where she wishes she could just give them a bed since it's not much to her, but Lucia is stubborn and always wants to earn everything. She managed to get one for Luz so at least she doesn't have to suffer due to Lucia's ideals. Lucia lays on the bag and Amelia lays on top of her. Lucia holds her and kisses her head. Amelia has her head on Lucia's chest. She likes hearing Lucia's heart beat. It's very calming to her for some reason.

Lucia: Did you wanna do something later?

Amelia: Maybe, if you're ok with it.

Lucia: Yeah baby, I don't mind. I just wanna rest a bit first

Amelia looks up at her

Amelia: Ok babe

Lucia pecks her lips and rubs her waist. Amelia couldn't be happier that she's with Lucia. She wants them to be public just so they can at least hold hands all the time, but she can't risk anything. She needs Lucia and Luz to be safe, no matter what.

One day

#the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #the owl house amity #lumity #luz x amity #beta lumity #beta amity #beta luz #toh sibling au

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