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violetszone · 6 months

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Hurtful Dependant

Charles x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: You have been in a relationship with Charles for a long time and you were engaged.You were always getting bad comments like other wags but receiving threats and scary letters was starting to scare you. You didn't mention these to Charles, and you didn't expect to come face to face with the person who sent you these threats at the Monaco race.

WARNINGS: knife, stalker, violance,blood etc. not edited.

A/N: I'm sorry for the logical error I was in physiology class when I wrote this.

You never imagined that your fiancé being a famous F1 driver would cause anything to happen to you.You have been in a relationship with Charles for a long time and recently got engaged, but for a while now, Charles' fans started to cross borders.Gathering in front of Charles' house and waiting for him was the most uncomfortable thing they'd ever done, or so you thought.

When you started dating Charles three years ago, you initially received both bad and good comments, like every other wag, but with Charles' help, you learned not to care about them.After you got engaged, everything suddenly started to get scary. First, you started receiving threats from unknown accounts on Instagram. But you didn't mention these to Charles so as not to escalate the situation and they stopped doing this.

Everything went well for a few months. When Charles left for the races after the winter break, you were left alone at home and scary letters started arriving at your house, along with a few photos of you leaving work or doing something else outside.This was getting really scary, but this time you didn't say anything because you didn't want to worry Charles while he was away.

When it was time for the Monaco race, Charles had finally returned home and you were relieved. You missed your fiancée very much and you felt like you could take your mind off these terrible things. You spent time with Charles before the Monaco race you both took time to relax and satisfy your longing.

You were going to watch the Monaco race with Charles. Charles got up early in the morning and went out. You were preparing breakfast for you. When you received a message on your phone, you smiled, thinking it was from Charles. You looked at your phone. It was from an unknown number and it said, "Watch your back." And there was a photo just taken of you. This made you nervous again, even though you tried not to show it to Charles when he came, you felt terrible.

You went to the paddock for the race, everything was fine, but you still had a bad feelingYou felt as if someone was following you, and you even turned and looked behind you from time to time. Monaco was an important race and you decided to tell Charles what happened after the race. You spent time together in the Ferrari hospitality and garage until the race.Even though the race was tense, Charles came in second. When he got out of the car, he first hugged the team and you, then said he was going to the cooling room.

There were a few minutes until they got to the podium, so you started to go to the front with everyone else, but someone whose face you couldn't see in the crowd grabbed you and said that Charles called you and that it was urgent. At that moment, without thinking, you went to where he said, a little outside the paddock, and you had no chance of reaching anyone because he didn't have his phone with you. As you were walking in the dark, you saw someone far away.

"Charles? What's the problem? What are you doing there?" I called out to the person in the distance First a laugh was heard, then a woman's voice sent a shiver down my spine. "How naive you are. I warned you so many times that if you had listened to me none of this would have had to happen." While you were stepping back in fear, she started walking towards you from the darkness.

"what do you want from me? Isn't what you've been doing for a few months enough?" When I heard the podium music from afar, I looked there and when I looked in front of me again, the girl was in front of me now. "No it's not enough. You are the only reason I can't reach him, you are the biggest obstacle, and as if that wasn't enough, you got engaged to him" her voice scratched my ear.

"you are crazy" While she was laughing again, I hit my back against the wall, I had no place left to escape She came closer and suddenly wrapped her hand around my throat and started squeezing, "You made me crazy.If you didn't exist Charles would be mine but don't worry I will solve this quickly" I couldn't breathe but I started struggling. The girl was stronger than me. When I kicked her leg, she retreated a little and punched me in the face. I fell to the ground.

When you could breathe again, you started coughing.You tried to get up from the ground but you fell so hard and it hurt, this time she kicked you and took a knife out of her pocket. "don't make my job difficult" She spoke melodiously. When I saw the knife, I started to crawl backwards "Please don't do it, are you crazy? If you kill me, you will go to jail. And if you hurt me Charles will never look at you anyway" My words made her even more angry.

She leaned down next to me, held my face with one hand, and slowly rubbed the knife in her hand against my face, leaving a small cut. I sighed in pain, but I couldn't move because if I struggled, she would pierce my face with knife.While the sounds of celebration were coming from the side of the podium again, we both looked in that direction.You took her distraction as an opportunity and got up from the ground and started running towards the paddock. When you fell to the ground, you hurt your arm and leg, so it was hurting and it was slowing you down. You could feel blood coming out of the cut on your face, you could hear the girl running after you.

As you were entering the paddock, you felt a sudden pain in your leg, screamed and fell to the ground. When you looked at your leg, you saw that she threw the knife at your leg and there was a huge cut, but because you screamed, a few guards around looked at where you fell to the ground. This time, you had no strength left to get up from the ground. While the guards were coming to you, you heard the girl running away.

You were semi-conscious from pain and shock while the guards were helping you.What you don't know is that Charles was worried and scared when he didn't see you when he got to the podium. As soon as the podium was over, he asked everyone about you and looked around for you. While he was looking for you, he saw the guard carrying you towards the emergency room at the entrance of the paddock and ran there.

When you opened your eyes, Charles was next to you, holding your hand. You squinted your eyes because of the light. His voice was mixed with anger. "Who did this to you, Y/N? Why didn't you say anything to me my love?" You shook his hand tiredly "I didn't want to worry you, at first I thought it was a normal fan, you know.but later-" You didn't want to continue. Charles looked at you with worry while stroking your hair.

"I should have known, Y/N, what if something had happened to you, you should have told me baby" Charles got up from his seat and hugged you. "I am sorry" you said in a weak voice. "No, I'm sorry, I should have protected you." You shook your head no. You spent time there for a while, you were better as they looked at your wounds.

A few days later Charles released a statement and everyone was surprised but very angry at the person who did this.Even though it took a long time for you to heal, it was nothing serious. Still, Charles did not leave your side and immediately informed someone to find the person who did this to you. Even if something bad happened to you, having a caring fiancé next to you helped you recover quickly.And unlike the girl who did this to you, the bond between you got stronger.

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poweringthroughthis · 27 days

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birthday cake | lee sangyeon

nsfw, mature content, minors DNI!

ship: lee sangyeon x male reader

desc: (name) isn't a big fan of his birthdays, so his friends decide to cheer him up with a particularly handsome gift this year.

Birthdays are no easy feat for (name). Between corporate slavery, a horrendous economy and a dead love life, there really isn't much to celebrate. Well, maybe except for his friends. With New constantly reprimanding him for his bad decisions, Changmin being the sweetest guy ever, Juyeon raising his standards in men and Kevin teaching him all the naughty things of the world, (name) appreciated those little troublemakers deeply.

So, despite not being the biggest self-lover on birthdays, the male did expect his friends would, at the very least, come over to his place, watch horror movies and build pillow forts as they bitch about anyone and everyone. Being far away from family made (name) cherish the boys' efforts all the more.

However, with no one even replying to his texts, let alone showing up at his apartment, he was more than a bit confused. The male was just about to call New and demand the reason behind their sudden silence when the doorbell rang.

(name) was more than relieved to hear the chime and was quick to open the door, not wanting the person to ring it again. The man's mouth opened, a bright smile already on his lips but before any words could leave him, a cake was shoved into his face and his vision was obstructed by the sugary mess.

The male was still blinking in surprise when the candles were blown off and someone clapped happily, a voice exclaiming, "Happy birthday!"

(name) finally managed to pry the cake away from his eyes, looking at the group of four that stood before him. They were all holding gifts and smiling widely at him.

"You're here," he mumbled, not even bothering to hide the happiness in his voice.

"Of course," Kevin exclaimed, stepping inside the house and taking off his shoes. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"I'm surprised you guys are here, to be honest," the birthday boy mumbled, still wiping the icing from his eyes and nose.

"And why is that?" Changmin asked.

"You weren't answering your phones."

"Oh, those..." Juyeon mumbled, looking at the other three for a brief second before continuing. "We left them in the car. You know how the signal sucks here."

(name) nodded. He didn't believe a word of it. "And who brought the cake?"

"Me," the black-haired male replied. "You said you loved that cheesecake so I decided to surprise you."

"Thank you, Chanhee." (name) smiled.

"No problem, dude. Now let's go and open your gifts!"

"Yes, please. I have a present too and I've been dying to give it to you!" Juyeon added excitedly, pushing past his friends and into the house.

The others followed him, leaving their shoes at the door.

(name) was feeling like the happiest person alive. His friends came to visit, brought him gifts and baked a cake for him. They didn't have to, but they did it anyway.

Chanhee noticed (name) and gave him a small smile. "It was a pretty last minute decision. Sorry, we couldn't do better."

"I think this is already amazing," the male replied, mirroring the other's smile.

"Hey! Stop flirting and get your asses in here," Juyeon called out.

Chanhee rolled his eyes. "We should go and stop him before he does something stupid."

The younger one nodded, following his friend into the living room.

They did all that (name) had envisioned. Watching horror movies(The Amityville franchise this year), eating the cake Chanhee baked and talking smack. Like clockwork. The smile didn't leave (name)'s face the entire night. A few drinks in and the guys were still sober, but way more relaxed.

"Guys, I have to say something." (name) began, the boys turning around to look at him with fond smiles on their faces.

"Thank you. Thank you for doing this every year. And on days when it's not even my birthday. Life is a lot less shittier because I have you all."

Perhaps it was the soju talking, but (name) felt like he needed to make it known how grateful he was for his boys.

"Aww you cutie, c'mere.." Kevin cooed at the male, making kissy faces as he tackled him into a hug, the birthday boy yelling for him to get away.

"Ewww cringe!" Chanhee fake-gagged as he made a disgusted expression.

"Shut up, Chanhee. We know you're the biggest crybaby deep down" Changmin shushed him.

"I think it's time to give you your gift," Juyeon whispered into (name)'s ear, his hot breath sending shivers down (name)'s spine.

"O-okay."

Juyeon smiled, standing up and walking towards the door, leaving (name) confused. Why didn't Juyeon bring the gift inside with him initially? He glanced over at the others who were looking into space, avoiding his gaze. Alert number 1.

"I swear to god y'all if this is something stupid like last ti-"

"Hello."

(name) stopped dead in his tracks as a deep, matured voice interrupted him. He turned around to see: Lee Sangyeon. His very attractive, very charming and very well-spoken neighbor, though (name) had barely exchanged anything past normal greetings with the man.

"So, remember how we were late? We were hastily searching for a good gift shop as the old one recently closed, and ran into this guy who was kind enough to help us navigate to a new one. Guess who it was?" Juyeon explained the last bit in a sing-song voice. "Exactly! Sangyeon hyung."

"And when we left for the same way, we talked a little more and realized he's your neighbor! What a small world." Changmin added.

Hyung? Damn Juyeon and his extroverted nature. And yes, Changmin, (name) is well aware of his hot neighbor. Thank yew. He's been purposely treading carefully around him in order to NOT make a fool of himself, which you've kinda defeated the whole point of?!

"Happy birthday! I hope you don't mind me. I was free and your friends insisted I join." Sangyeon offered a charming grin.

"Thank you. And ,N-no, no, not at all! I don't mind. Please, feel free to join anytime you'd like. I mean-" (name) rambled.

"Oh boy. I knew he was gonna shit himself" New sighed.

"I didn't say it was a bad thing. It's kinda cute. YOU'RE kinda cute." Sangyeon chuckled, and if the sound of it didn't send an electric jolt down (name)'s spine.

"So are we done yet or..?" Kevin yawned, leaning onto the couch. Everyone scurried off back to their places in the living room, continuing the movie they'd paused to drink. For a while, the boys made small talk with Sangyeon, (name) getting to know the man better. As time passed, they all became increasingly sleepy, but (name) and Sangyeon hardly ceased talking to each other, now cuddled up with each other. They clicked rather well.

"So, I think there's one last gift left. For both of you." Chanhee smirked.

"I agree," Sangyeon whispered.

Before (name) could blink, he was pulled into a warm embrace and his lips met Sangyeon's. It was gentle, yet firm, and (name) felt like he could die and be satisfied. The latter tasted of sweet wine, and the older's scent filled his senses as he pulled him closer, a soft sigh escaping him. Sangyeon's lips were soft and warm, and his tongue moved confidently against his own, making (name)'s toes curl.

As Sangyeon pulled back, a smile appeared on his face. (name) had been crushing over him for 2 weeks now. So is it safe to assume his feelings are somewhat reciprocated?

"How was that?" Sangyeon asked, his fingers stroking (name)'s hair.

"Amazing.." the latter breathed.

"I'm glad." The elder smiled, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Well, I hope you had a good birthday."

"Yes, and I have you to thank for it."

"Then perhaps we should do this again?"

"Definitely."

And (name) was sure his heart was about to burst with joy.

"Ahem."

New's voice caught their attention.

"Sorry for the interruption but it's getting late and we should leave," he announced, gesturing at the other 3 who were already gathering their belongings.

"Alright. You guys have fun and behave yourselves." Kevin grinned, bidding them a goodbye.

(name)'s eyes widened. "Yeah, bye Kevin!" he offered a tight-lipped smile, mouthing "I.will.Kill.You", knowing fully well it must have been the Canadian's idea to pull this stunt. "You needed this babe" Kevin whispered in the other's ear. "Thank me later", he left after blowing (name) a kiss, Chanhee and Changmin dragging him.

"Sangyeon, we hope we can see you around soon." Juyeon said.

"Definitely."

The birthday boy's eyes met with Sangyeon's, and (name) didn't miss the way the man's pupils dilated. He wasn't alone in his feelings.

"Happy birthday, again." The eldest of the 4 leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on (name)'s cheek, the gesture sending warmth throughout his body.

The moment the 4 left, (name) plopped onto the couch, still dazed from what had transpired.

"They really thought of everything."

"It seems so."

"Are you happy?"

"Yes, very."

"Good, that's what matters."

"Can I...can I kiss you again?"

"Of course."

Sangyeon cupped his cheeks, bringing their lips together. It was gentle and slow, yet there was a hint of hunger behind it.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time," Sangyeon admitted, his thumb brushing over (name)'s bottom lip.

"So have I."

"That's good to know."

The eldest captured (name)'s lips again, this time with more urgency. He sucked on his bottom lip, drawing a low moan from him. The sound spurred Sangyeon on, and his tongue slipped into the younger's mouth, eliciting another moan.

"I'm not quite finished yet. There are many other things I'd like to do to you."

"Such as?"

"You'll just have to wait and see."

The next thing (name) knew, he was being lifted up, the male's legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Sangyeon carried him to his room, and the two fell onto the bed in a heap of tangled limbs. Their lips met again, the kiss becoming more passionate and urgent.

"Do you want me to keep going?" Sangyeon whispered against his lips, his fingers brushing the younger's cheek.

"Yes, please," (name) whined.

The older one wasted no time and started undressing the male beneath him. After he had stripped him down, the two kissed some more, their hands roaming each other's bodies.

"I'm going to make you feel good," Sangyeon breathed against his ear, his fingers trailing down his abdomen, causing him to shiver.

(name)'s eyes widened as the elder stood up and stripped down his lower half, his thick member on full display. The birthday boy swallowed nervously, his cock throbbing at the sight.

"You're already so hard." (name) breathed.

The latter was about to apologize, but his words were caught in his throat when he felt a wet heat envelope his length. He couldn't hold back a moan as he threw his head back.

(name) continued to suck on his length, eliciting a chorus of moans from the elder.

After a few minutes, Sangyeon hurriedly pulled (name)'s mouth away, biting his lips to stop himself from cumming.

"Mmh, I think you're ready," Sangyeon mumbled, and (name) let go of his member, wiping his mouth with his hand.

He reached the hem of the birthday boy's underwear, tugging it down. The cool air of the room caused the latter's member to twitch, and Sangyeon smiled. He laid (name) down face first on the bed, spread out. Kneeling between the younger's legs, he leaned down and spread his ass cheeks apart using his hands, licking his lips at the sight of the male's pink, puckered hole.

(name) gasped as he felt the wet heat of the elder's tongue circling his entrance. He gripped the sheets tightly as he felt the sensation of being stretched.

The younger male could only moan in response, the feeling of being penetrated by the elder's tongue was intoxicating. He could feel his orgasm approaching, and he arched his back, pressing his hips against Sangyeon's face.

"It's your birthday, but i'm the one eating the cake," the elder chuckled, and (name) whimpered, feeling the latter's tongue slide in deeper.

"Oh fuck," he moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Sangyeon continued to fuck (name) with his tongue, and the younger male couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.

"I-I'm gonna cum," (name) whined.

"Go ahead, baby," the elder encouraged, and the younger male could only gasp and shudder as his orgasm ripped through him.

Sangyeon sat up and grabbed the bottle of lube on the bedside table. He squirted a generous amount onto his palm and spread it over his length.

"Ready, baby?"

"Yes, please," (name) nodded, spreading his legs wider.

Sangyeon lined himself up with the younger's entrance and pushed inside, eliciting a loud moan from the younger.

"F-fuck, you're so tight," the elder moaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Feels so good," (name) panted.

The elder started to thrust in and out of the younger male, and the latter could only moan in response.

"You feel so good around me," Sangyeon moaned, and (name) could only whine in response, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

The older one leaned over, capturing his lips in a heated kiss.

The elder started thrusting faster, the sound of their skin slapping filling the room.

"Fuck, I'm close," the elder moaned, his eyes screwed shut.

"M-me too," (name) gasped.

Sangyeon gripped the younger's hips tighter and increased his pace, causing the latter to moan loudly.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," the elder growled, and he spilled inside the birthday boy.

"Holy shit," (name) breathed, his orgasm rippling through him.

The elder pulled out, the latter's cum coating the tip of his cock.

"Happy birthday to you," Sangyeon breathed, leaning down to kiss the birthday boy.

(name) sighed contently. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Making my birthday special."

"I'll make every birthday special, if you'll let me," the elder smiled, and the two kissed once more.

When the 4 were far away, New's voice broke the silence.

"Hey Juyeon.."

"Yes?"

"Do you think he'll actually thank us for setting him up with his crush?"

"Probably not.." Juyeon answered.

"Should we start running?"

"Yup."

"We're doomed."

"Well, it was worth it."

"Definitely."

"Happy Birthday, (name)." Kevin yelled into the night, wishing nothing but happiness for their friend, as the 4 walked home.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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Hello!! I hope this is the right outlet to male a request ☺️ Reader has gone out to look for a remedy on Aemond's eye pain. When she comes back, finds Aemond looking relieved she is safe and angry she made him worry. hehe

this is just the sweetest thing, she notices the small things, how he winces and attempts to hide the pain. she'd do anything to make it all go away <3

Remedy

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader.

WORDS: 1,212.

WARNINGS: fluff, soft!Aemond.

Although he tried to mask the pain, you were able to notice the small details. The way he would turn away from you, his hand swiftly massaging the temple near his lost eye, before resuming to whatever he was doing. You'd convinced yourself you'd even heard your husband awake, wincing from the sharp pain late at night. The site and wound had healed, now where his eye was held had been replaced by a glimmering sapphire gemstone.

It saddened you to see Aemond in such a state, trying to bury his own issues aside, for whatever reason he held. Perhaps he did not wish for others, especially you to consider him weak. Regardless, your conscious would not allow it to continue.

You'd enquired with the maesters if there was any type of remedy available to help rid Aemond of the pain. The only thing they'd known to be most effective and that they had supply of was milk of the poppy, although Aemond was never a fan of it. He hated how drowsy and lethargic it would make him feel, he avoided the cost of being inattentive.

The maesters suggested a herb that could be transformed into a topical ointment, that may help to numb the site without any severe side effects. Although much to your luck, they had just run out of the supply and were awaiting for stock to arrive, for the ingredient was hard to come by in Westeros. One of the younger maesters however, urged you to seek out certain markets in King's Landing that would sell the plant, for a pretty price.

"Not many people know, Princess, it is a very hard thing to come by. Although, these merchants are willing to sell for a decent cost."

"Then you shall take me to them!"

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What felt like hours on end, the young master and yourself had searched countless markets and streets, without any luck. You'd left Aemond unaware of your errands, the Prince was busy training and attending council meetings, so you'd convinced yourself now was the time. However, much to your dismay, you hadn't realised how much time would be spent in search for such a delicate thing.

"There's a few more stalls I can take you to, Princess, but the hour is late. Mayhaps we try again another time."

"No, let us continue. There will be no need to come and go, just show me to the next seller, and be done with it today."

The stalls that you'd encountered, many merchants recognised you however none would question your whereabouts, for many feared the One-Eyed Prince himself. And as hopeful as they were to sell to a royal member, they were just as disappointed as you being unable to provide what you desired for.

As you walked towards the next stall, did you finally begin to realise how sore your feet and legs felt, walking through the narrow streets, the countless steps. But you know had the moment come, it would be worth it for Aemond.

And thankfully, your luck had finally struck!

“Here she is, the last of our supply. You just made it, it’s quite popular here in the city.”

The ecstatic look on your face, a wave of relief coarser through your body as you held a few of the branches of the beautiful white flower up. Examining it carefully, as though it was a dragon egg.

You’d paid the heavy price and returned back to the castle, the sun had just disappeared off in the horizon. It felt like a spring in each step, the exhaustion you’d felt only moments ago vanished, as you both made your way back up gleefully.

You thanked the young maester for his tremendous help, and would reward him with a high recommendation to his seniors. You’d spared only a few more minutes as he prepared a vial of the ointment for you, before you both departed your own ways.

As you made your way back into your chamber, Aemond sprung himself up, storming towards you.

“Where in the Seven Hells have you been, Y/N?! I sent Criston and his men to look for you across the castle and you were no where!”

“I-”

“You had me worrying sick, you understand-”

He snapped, cutting you off before you could explain yourself.

“Why would you leave without consoling me, and where did you go only to return so late in the hour. Are you okay, you feel cold, come closer to the fire.”

You could feel the tension in his grip, even though some relief came as he watched your face appear at the doorway, he was pacing himself, as he led you to where he sat before.

“Aemond, my dear, it’s alright. I went out to look for something with one of the maesters, I needed his guidance.”

“May the Gods be good, what took up your day so late into the night. Nothing happened, are you okay? You could’ve just sent him off yourself, or why didn’t you tell me so that I could have accompanied you! Seven Hells, Y/N don’t you ever disappear like that without a trace… I-I thought you left me.”

He knelt beside you, as you pulled his hand down to come face to face. One hand cupping his cheek, as your thumb gentry caressed his tender skin, whilst the other hand remained clinging to his.

“Aemond, don’t you ever think that. I would never do that to you, you know this… I just had to retrieve this for you. It’s for the pain, my dear. I know the eye troubles you, there’s no need to deny it.”

You’d let go of his face as your hand reached out to reveal a small glass vial with the ointment the young maester had created.

“What-” He softly uttered.

“Just apply a small, pea size amount around your eye my dear, just like so-“

You gently applied the ointment around his temple, and around the eye socket of his sapphire eye. He slightly winced as you first touched it, although began to settle. You glimpsed a faint look of surprise on his face, as you presumed the pain had finally gone.

“And it should ease the pain. Aemond, I hate seeing it trouble you, and I know how you dislike milk of the poppy so please-”

You slowly place the vial in his palm, as you close his fist up.

“Just use this for now.”

He remained silent for a short while, as he stood up again, walking towards the small mirror by the wardrobe. He observed the ointment had been perfectly rubbed in, and as he touched the area, he felt nothing, no more ache, no more of the dull, irritating pain that nagged at him.

He turned back towards you, you reaching him halfway as you closed in on each other.

“You are an angel if the Gods thought of me blessed enough to have you.”

His hands cupped your face, as one began to stream through your hair gently. You smiled up at Aemond softly, as your lips gently hovered over his.

“But don’t you ever run off like that again, without me knowing, unless you want the whole Kingsguard to seize the city until we find you.”

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foreingersgod · 4 days

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I love love love your writing! I was wondering if you could write something about cc dating a pop star, very much chappel roan vibes

y’all must be reading my mind! this is perfect!

Red Wine Supernova . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: you’re an upcoming queer pop star who just happens to be dating the hottest player in the wnba (set slightly in the future just for the sake of plot!)

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it was off season for caitlin and she was so relieved to have time off from practices and games for a while. she had now devoted all her attention to you, hardly leaving your side these past few weeks. you, on the other hand, were just starting your debut tour. a small one, only a handful of destinations, but incredibly important (and sold out) nonetheless.

yes, caitlin had heard you sing, several times in fact. but she’d been too busy with everything that she had yet to see you perform live, outside of your home studio when it was just the two of you. so when she told you that she wanted to tag along with you for the entirety of your tour, you were practically beaming with excitement.

you had worked really hard on this album and you were thrilled to finally be able to perform it to your growing fan base. you loved performing in the bustling bars of your hometown and the stadiums in surrounding cities, but you’ve always known you were meant for bigger and better things; you wanted to travel the nation and share your songs with so many different people. you were even more excited, though, to have caitlin see you up on stage. something more than just a karaoke stage in a dingy bar with just your guitar and the intensity of your voice. no matter where you sang, caitlin still made it her mission to tell you how amazing you were and how she couldn’t wait to see how much of an amazing star you were turning out to be.

“wow, just…wow” caitlin said, speechless, when she walked into your dressing room for your first show in Chicago.

you, with the help of your entire team and manager, had just got into costume. a purple leotard that dazzled with thousands of hand placed gems. pink fishnets, white go go boots, a matching purple cowboy hat, and a dozen other miscellaneous accessories to pull together the outfit.

you looked up, still trying to pull your leotard into a comfortable position, when you heard her walk in. “hey, i was gonna meet you outside! everything ok?”

“yea no we’re all good,” she looked up and down, lips slightly parted “i just couldn’t wait to see you”

“well i’m glad you came, like the outfit?” your assistants stepped away, sliding past caitlin at the door to give you both some privacy before the show, as you gave caitlin a full twirl of the outfit.

“i love it, you look beautiful, people won’t be able to take their eyes off of you” she said “and if we’re being honest…i can’t wait to take this off of you tonight”

you felt your face heat up underneath your show makeup. “a bit cheeky tonight, i see”

“well when you look so good all the time, how could i not be” she grinned, pulling you into her chest and hugging you deeply before stage management gave you a 3 minute warning. “you’re going to do so good, i’ll be watching!”

“i’ll find you in the crowd, don’t worry” a quick peck on the lips and you were being escorted to the wings of the stage before you knew it.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

“HELLOOOOOO, CHICAGO!!” you cheered into the mic, waving to fans and hyping up the crowd “i’m so happy to perform for ya’ll tonight, this has been an absolute dream of mine”

you gave the classic introduction speech: getting the crowd warmed up, announcing the songs, teaching them the dances that went along with each song. it was cliche, for sure, but you loved it. it felt like you were meant to do this your whole life. once you got rolling, getting comfortable on the stage, the feeling only got better. this was truly a dream come true.

you performed your most popular songs, along with a few of your more lesser known ones, and had the time of your life watching all of your fans sing along to something you had written. you spotted caitlin a few times through the show, watching her sing along too and cheer your name, and it made you incredibly happy to see her support you.

“alright guys, this next one’s a song i’ve been keeping from you for quite some time” the crowd whispered to each other in anticipation “but i think tonight…y’all have earned it” cheers erupted from the audience.

“i wrote thing song a while back, when i met a certain…someone…” you grinned, purposefully avoiding eye contact with your girlfriend “and i fell head over heels for her the second i saw her…so without further ado…here’s RED WINE SUPERNOVA!”

your band started playing and the audience was already dancing and cheering. you were incredibly nervous to perform a new song, and little embarrassed knowing that caitlin was going to finally here a song you wrote about her from months and months ago. but the moment you sung into the microphone, you knew she was going to love it.

through out the song, you gave quick glances over to caitlin, trying not to be obvious while wanting to see if she was enjoying it or not. but you were struggling to find her this time with the change in set lighting.

then suddenly you found her, your eyes meeting, and you instantly noticed the goofy grin plastered on her face as she watched you sing about her. still making eye contact, you continued to sing:

Well, back at my house

I got a California king

you walked over to the end of the stage, with eyes still locked.

Okay, maybe it's a twin bed

And some roommates (don't worry we're cool)

you watched her laugh as she caught on to your inside joke.

I heard you like magic

I got a wand and a rabbit

you pointed out to her and she ran her hands over her blushing face in playful embarrassment.

So baby, let's get freaky, get kinky

Let's make this bed get squeaky!

you blew a final kiss to her, the crowd interpreting it as a cute part of your routine, but she knew you had meant it just for her.

you danced around stage for the remainder of your song, kneeling down time to time to hold your fans hand and letting them sing along with you. when your set ended, you bowed to the crowd and said your finally goodbyes and thank you’s, then quickly running off stage and into your dressing room.

after catching your breathe, you started to take off your makeup and costume, again with the help of your team. caitlin had texted you shortly after that she’d meet you outside the venue so that you could have a little time to talk with your team.

once dressed in a fresh tshirt and jeans, face washed and hair tamed, you grabbed your bags and headed out to find your girlfriend. you found her waiting right outside the venue entrance where she was leaning against a post and checking her phone. she looked up almost instantly upon hearing you call her name and hearing your footsteps against the pavement.

“hey superstar!” she ran over to you, you dropped your bags to the ground as you threw your arms around the back of her neck “you fucking killed it!”

“thanks, cait” you pulled away, smashing your lips into hers feverishly “ d’you like the new song?” you muttered against her lips.

“oh i loved it” she kissed you again “you know…suddenly i’m really into magic”

“is that so?”

“definitely, and i think i got a few tricks to show you back at the hotel, how does that sound?” she cradled your jaw, nipping at your bottom lip. you tried your hardest to suppress a moan.

“take me home, clark”

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #wcbb #wcbb x reader #iowa wbb #chappell roan

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slafkovskys · 3 months

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did the boys tattle to mother hen aka quinny about her broken leg

did they tattle?

luke’s texting quinn while they’re still on the phone (a simple ‘guess who broke their leg’ and jack’s like “tell him who because he won’t care as much if he thinks it’s you” and ouch, but fair) and he’s half expecting a response until he remembers that quinn’s about five minutes into the first period of his game.

she has about five minutes in between jack and luke hanging up and ‘quinny cakes 💞’ requesting a facetime and she sighs, having a feeling that he already knew. she answers and she can tell that he’s walking back to his car after the game, having taken the same walk with him through the same hallway numerous times by then, “quinny-”

“you broke your leg and didn’t think that, i don’t know, we might like to know?” he asks and she pouts. he rolls his eyes, “you know that doesn’t work on me, this is serious.”

“it sometimes works,” she grumbles, “like i told lu and j, i’m fine! no surgery or anything major-”

“what about p.t.?” he quirks an eyebrow and she goes quiet, “damn it, angel.”

“i didn’t want worry you and it was an accident,” she relays the same message that she had to the boys before, cuddling into her pillow.

she watches as he slides into his car and his eyes narrow, “didn’t want to worry us? you’re our partner, angel, and we love you. this isn’t a scrape or a little cold, this is a broken bone which is very serious. what were you gonna do this weekend? just show up to their apartment and act like nothing happened?”

“no, i-” she goes quiet.

“you were going to lie and cancel, weren’t you?” she knows the look he’s giving and she looks away, “we’ll talk about that later. how did it happen?”

“you know i went to the hockey formal thing with gavin, right?” she doesn’t miss the way quinn’s face wrinkles at the mention of the sophomore. she knew that he wasn’t a fan of the boy, especially since he had asked her to be his date in luke’s permanent absence, “well, we were going up the stairs to the house and, it’s an old house! i lost my footing and the heels i was wearing weren’t my friend so i- i fell. i tried to catch myself, but it obviously didn’t work.”

“brindley didn’t try to help?”

“do not blame this on him, quinn hughes. it’s not his fault. i wasn’t paying attention and i tripped. it’s an accident, okay?” she pleads, “just don’t be mad at me. i really didn’t want you worried.”

“you worry about us when we trip on the ice,” he argues and it’s her turn to glare, “and i’m not mad. i’m upset that you didn’t tell us, i’m relieved that it’s not as bad as it could’ve been.”

“but?”

“we’re not going to skate over you lying to try and cover it up.”

she tries the pout one more time and he actually chuckles, “i mean, we totally could.”

#hughes bros x angel #quinn hughes

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futbol16 · 1 year

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Who’s Loss • England Lionesses

Request: If you write this type of thing maybe R X Lionesses where it's a big game and R found out that her sibling has been put in the hospital or one of her parents died. Throughout the match R is playing terrible and is missing shots,passes,touches and Leah shouts at them on the pitch and half time or end of the game everyone it shouting at R and blaming them until either Jill comes in and hugs R out of nowhere or R leaves at some point to the hospital (unless they have already passed away) and the team found out what happened and u can decide

Word count: 1,9k

You have no idea what is going on with you but you’re not doing what you’re supposed to be doing. Your football isn’t working, whatever you try you fail at it. Your passes aren’t connecting, you let the opposition foul you as if you are blind to their presence near you and you’re playing your worst football.

The look on Leah’s face would be an understatement for how you felt. It was an incredibly important match against Germany who were here on a revenge tour for the lost Euros, worst time for revenge at least for England because you were in a World Cup semi-final and it looked like you were losing.

You didn’t want to think in such a negative way, it was still only the 38’th minute of the game, nowhere near being finished but the score was 1-0 to Germany and you doubted you would be able to help your team to a goal, not with the way you’ve been playing. Or not playing, that’s what Leah shouted at you the last time she passed you exactly two minutes ago.

It was rightful of her to be angry at you as captain. It was her job to make sure the team could give their all but you weren’t co-operating. You were trying but once again, nothing was working and you helplessly watched as the ball rolled over the side line under your foot, you mistimed it.

“Y/N THE BALL FOR GOD’S SAKE!” Leah’s shout is louder than the screaming of the fans and you’re met with a harsh glare from the blonde. The rest of your teammates are sporting similar looks, many of them refusing to even look your way and you let yourself take a glance at Sarina.

You were playing terribly but if Sarina kept you in she must think differently, it could cost her and England a World Cup though and you definitely didn’t want that, much less to be the reason for the loss. You realize she might just sub you off at half time and for a mere second you’re relieved about it.

Leah has been on your ass the whole 40 minutes of the first half and she made sure you knew just how much she wanted you off the field in this moment, you did not blame her, once again, but the comments and constant glares did hurt.

You knew why you weren’t doing your best, scratch that, why you were playing like you’ve never seen a football. Recently your older brother had been diagnosed with cancer and he fought hard but it had been late and the chemo therapies were doing little to help him and he spent most of his days tied to a hospital bed. Not literally, but it felt like that for the both of you.

The two of you were very close despite the five year age gap, he had always been someone you could rely on, he was the reason you started playing because your parents were against the idea until he talked to them and they allowed you to try yourself out in the sport.

He knew he didn’t have much time left but you’d always deny it despite seeing how weak he was getting, you were in denial you didn’t want to lose your big brother.

His condition got a lot worse two days ago and he was rushed to urgent care, hence why you weren’t able to focus on the match you were supposed to be playing. All your thoughts were consumed by the well being of your brother and guilt at not being there with him in the hospital on what would undoubtedly be one of his last days with you.

When the half time whistle is blown you’re bent over, hands resting on your knees as you breathe in deeply and you watch as both teams make their way back to the tunnel and their respective changing rooms. You feel the presence next to you but you don’t dare to look up knowing exactly who it is, instead they lean down to your height making sure no one else would hear.

“Get yourself together Y/L/N or I will have you subbed off and you’ll watch your team lose on the bench.” This isn’t the Leah you know, and you know she’s not herself right now, the girl is under immense amount of pressure and you were not helping her case.

You give her a small nod and she leaves you there, eventually one of the staff members walking onto the pitch to escort you to the changing room after your teammates.

Whispers are what you hear first when you enter the room and none of the girls notice your presence as harsh comments are thrown around, all of which are about them wanting you on the bench or that you’re threatening their chance of winning the World Cup.

You let them whisper, too consumed by your own thoughts until loud cheers interrupt the negative and hopeless energy.

“JILL!” in an instant the girls are piling on the retired footballer who greets them with a big smile and gives them a short pep talk about not giving up.

Her eyes are set on you however and she beckons you over, the look in her eyes making you hold your breath. The girls watch confused as Jill guides you into the corridor before the door closes in Leah’s face and whispers are exchanged again, this time about whether you were going to get an earful from the woman or not.

Just as the whispers die down they’re replaced with loud booming sobs and wails, your crying echoes off the walls of the hallways and if anyone were to take a look out their door they’d witness your collapsed form that Jill tries to hold up, her own tears running down her face. Instead your team just assumes you were, thankfully, going to be sent off the pitch.

The sobs quiet down after a few minutes until the area goes silent and the next time your teammates see you you’re ready to walk back onto the field, much to their surprise.

There’s a fire in your eyes, along with something else they haven’t yet figured out but the second half of the match it’s like you’re a completely new person from the one before, you’re yourself.

Aggressively playing the game you were so passionate about and Leah isn’t shouting at you as much as before, but it’s not enough. With the score at 1-1 by the end of added time, the teams are forced to go into a penalty shootout.

It’s beyond stressful and you can’t help but bite at your nails as each player takes a shot.

Fran first, German player, you’re too focused on the ball to notice who on the other team lines up, Lauren then German player and so on until England’s fourth player, Lauren Hemp has taken her shot. Both teams are still at an equal, three shots in one shot missed and as Germany miss their final penalty, you know this is England’s final chance at winning the semi-finals.

Leah looked around for someone to take it, usually you were England’s key free kick and penalty taker but she was doubting your capabilities right now, especially after the first half of the match.

Nonetheless, you approach your captain with a determined look.

“Please Leah, let me take it, please I promise you” you’re begging her at this point, desperately pleading with her and she contemplates. For a moment she looks to Sarina only to find the manager enthusiastically nodding as if she hadn’t seen the way you played the first 45 minutes. But if Sarina believes in you, and she does then so does Leah.

Your eyes zero in on the goalkeeper and everything around you goes silent, focus on getting the ball where it belongs in the back of the net. Much like the past two hours, your mind wanders elsewhere and with the feeling of your brother next to you, waiting for your big moment you take a final breath and run up.

You strike the ball, a strike that barely has the ball spinning and it’s in slow motion as the goalkeeper dives in the direction of the ball.

You could practically hear Leah cursing herself for letting you take the shot but then suddenly the ball changes directions and ends up in the upper left corner, opposite of where the goalkeeper had reached.

Screams of joy are heard throughout the stadium as you run towards the corner flag before falling to your knees. You dedicate it to your big brother as you point to the sky, head tilted upwards as tears flow down your cheeks and your body shakes as you’re overwhelmed with emotion.

Teammates pile on you and hug you but you pay them no mind, eyes set on the starry sky above until Sarina reaches over and pulls you out from the pile.

You let yourself drape over her shoulders as she hugs you and congratulates you, she was the only one apart from Jill who knew about your brother’s condition. She believed in you too, just like he had.

“He’s so very proud of you Y/N” she lets you know and you nod into her shoulder, letting her go after a few moments.

You avoid eye contact with your teammates, all who share guilty looks amongst each other and you head for the German team to thank them for the game and console them. Many had been your club teammates just a year ago.

Leah watches as your form gets smaller as you walk further down the pitch to Lena and she turns to Jill.

A few other girls crowd the former England player demanding for answers to their questions. The next time Leah turns to you, the blonde has a sorrowful look on her face, one she shouldn’t have after winning a World Cup semi-final but she feels like she’s betrayed you.

The English girls glance at each other, defeated and guilty expressions as they learn about your brother. You avoid all of them as long as you can and your captain has known you long enough to realize what was next.

You were going to turn off your emotions, it’s what you did when something became overwhelming and you were hurt. The way you chewed on your lip to keep the tears at bay and the looks some of the German players shot told her enough and though to the outside world it just looked like the Germans were salty about the loss, Leah and the team knew it was something else.

Her thoughts are far from the World Cup as she holds her head, now more upset with herself than anyone else as she remembers what she has said during the game.

She was a complete asshole and she let your friends do the same too, she didn’t know if you’d let them back in again, if you were going to be willing to call them your team again.

#woso imagine #england lionesses x reader #futbol16 #woso x reader

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alohajun · 1 year

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♡ MY PILLOW — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

bf!seungcheol x gn!reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, domestic fluff, mentions of insomnia, mentions of schedules | loki’s lines : atp i'm in too deep 😭 also why can i write for everyone except my biases and it's all your fault ash 😭 @ethereal-engene

"how many nights does it take to count the stars?"

you wondered to yourself, watching the ceiling fan rotate slowly above you, glancing between it and the neon star stickers on your ceiling, trying to fall asleep.

feeling your eyes droop, you turned to the side, getting a glance at your bedside clock before you slept. 02:14, it read. the blissful sleep didn't last long.

you opened your eyes again, knowing very well your sleep was short-lived. and looking at your clock, which read 02:21, you realised you only got seven proper minutes of sleep.

"i can't do this anymore!" you yelled, thrashing around in your bed and throwing your blankets to the side. "i just want to sleep!" you sat up on your bed, hugging your knees and letting out the frustrations of the past few sleepless weeks.

after what seemed like forever, you took a few more deep breaths, gathering the strength to at least go to the living room.

alas, only more tears made their way down your face, frustrated with the situation of not being able to fall asleep.

finally, getting yourself off the bed, you were about to fall back when you heard the front door open, signaling someone had entered your house.

and considering it was two in the morning, it could only be one person.

you went towards your front door, peeking quietly and watching the person you had expected to walk in.

choi seungcheol. due to his crowded schedule, he was staying at the dorms, away from you. usually, seungcheol wasn't the one to make late-night appearances, but he felt the need to come to you — even though it was really late.

and meeting your tear-filled eyes as soon as he walked inside, seungcheol thanked whatever gut feeling he got, relieved he could be there for you.

seungcheol looked at you with a fond smile, closing the door and dropping his bag to the floor. "couldn't sleep?" he questioned, extending his arms as he invited you into his embrace. "hey, it's alright. i'm right here, babe." he rubbed your back, assuring you he wasn't going anywhere.

"i know," you answered, wiping away your tears now that you knew seungcheol was there. “it's so frustrating when you want to sleep, but can’t.” a sad smile came on your face when you saw him nod, wordlessly agreeing with you.

you couldn't sleep because of your insomnia. and seungcheol couldn't sleep because he had too many things to do.

both of you suffered whenever you two were apart, but when together, a peaceful sleep was always guaranteed.

"let's go get some much-needed sleep!"

"yay! let's go!"

the two of you were like little children, racing to your room as you immediately found yourself in seungcheol's embrace, him holding you close as you two made yourselves comfortable.

"i missed this." seungcheol sighed in content, resting his chin on your shoulder. “no wonder i haven't been able to get any sleep these past weeks."

you smiled, hugging seungcheol's arms that he wrapped around you. "tell me about it. the number of times i've cried because i wanted to sleep and couldn't is unimaginable." you felt at ease at his touch, sighing in relief as he pulled you closer. "let's just catch up on sleep. two days at a stretch sound good to you?"

"make it five days." seungcheol's words made you laugh, making him feel the little vibrations against his chest. "i'm sorry i stayed so long at the dorms. i would've come earlier, but there was so much to do."

"it's alright, cheolie." you patted his arm in assurance. "it would've been difficult to keep coming and going from here, anyway. you are here now, and that's all that matters."

seungcheol tapped on your side, helping you turn around so he could see your face. "you are always so understanding." he brushed your hair out of your face, a smile of adoration on his face. "i wonder from time to time if everything is difficult on you."

"not at all. because i know at the end of the day, i have you!" you shook your head, placing your arms around the male as you rested your head on his chest. "now ... let's sleep," you murmured, oddly enough feeling drowsy.

seungcheol frowned slightly, patting the pillows you had abandoned to lie on his chest. "the pillows are right there, y/n." he didn't think your gesture was intentional, assuming you were going to move back.

"why use those when i have you? you are my new pillow, cheol."

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kiminachi · 1 year

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Can you do a christian pulisic one where he won the concacaf nations league with team USA and after he celebrates with the boys he’s a drunk mess and the reader has to take care of him? <3

Christian Pulisic x Reader

One Tipsy Celebration

A/N: Thanks for requesting! This is your Christmas gift ;) I hope it was up to your expectations!

Includes: a flirty drunk guy

“CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN!!!”

The entire team was celebrating the win, and final game of the CONCACAF. It was a nerve-wrecking game with Mexico scoring in the first minute. Then later on the score was 2-2, but then Christian scored the winning goal from a penalty kick to make it 3-2! You were really proud of him.

And whilst the celebration was in the locker room and technically you were not allowed to be in there, being the girlfriend of the one and only Christian Pulisic has its advantages. Well.. sometimes.

“(Y/NNNN)!” Christian clumsily walked over to you. You could just smell the bittersweet alcohol that left his figure. He then slung his arm around you, “whatssup babes?” He slurred.

Oh goodness gracious.

Your boyfriend was being a drunk, flirtatious mess. You knew you had to help him out before things start to get inappropriate. Not only that, but for his well-being in the morning. “Christian!” You turned to face him, “how much did you drink?” You prayed it wasn’t a lot to the point of blackout puking.

“Hmm I don’t know, like 5 shots? Why does it matter anyways? Let loose (Y/N)!” He urged.

“Not today Chris, I know it’s a celebration but there has to be a responsible one” You said, replying to him.

You already took a shot or 2 a while ago, but not to the point of drunkness; You could still function, being more calm even. You could hear Christian mutter “no fun” with his arms crossed.

“Hey the shuttle is here!” You heard someone point out. Thank goodness. All you wanted was to get Christian to your guys’ hotel room. Everyone grabbed their belongings and walked out of the messy locker room, and into the shuttle. Sorry janitors. You sat in the back as Christian followed you over there.

“Hey beautiful ladyyy, mind if I sit here?” He may have flattered you, but you tried your best not to give in.

“Of course Chris” you patted down the seat next to you. He slouched down onto the chair, “Oh yeahhh, I needed this for my ass” He exhaled in relief. “Hey love, did you see me take off my shirt after I scored?” He placed his head on your shoulder. “Cause that was all for youuu.” You could feel how warm and flushed he was.

“Christian, you’re even shirtless as of this moment, but yes, yes I did.” Replying to his sloppy demeanor. “Hey Weston? (McKennie) could you grab me a water bottle please?” You asked him. He heard you and complied, grabbing a water bottle and bringing it over to you. You and West became good friends, sharing interests with each other. He hands you the water bottle, “thanks West, Chris is a hot mess right now” you pat Christian’s head as he groaned in drowsiness.

“I think I can tell, I’ll de-drunkify him for you” West pretends to use a spell on him with his imaginary wand, “NODRUNKIFORUS!” He shouts. You laughed at his corny antics, but you loved his childish imagination.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” moaned Christian,

“Are you flirting with my girl, West?” Uh oh, a jealous Christian is not good right now.

“No man, we’re just joking around!”

“Well you can go joke around somewhere else.”

You had to stop him, “Calm down Chris! Come on, drink this water.” You opened the water bottle with a small crack being heard, and handed it to Christian.

“Fine, whatever you say my love..” he still had a death glare at the poor Harry Potter fan as he drank out the bottle. However he was hit with tiredness again.

“Sorry West..” you apologized,

“It’s alright, he’s just in the deep right now.”

You felt the shuttle come to a stop. You looked out the window to see the hotel, and you were very relieved. You asked Weston to help you bring your non-functioning man to your room, and he agreed. You and Weston were on both sides of Christian, maneuvering him into the hotel, and into the elevator. After some time, the elevator dinged and the three of you reached your room. Weston held Christian as you searched for the keycard,

“God he reeks of alcohol!” West was not fond of the smell, and playfully made a gag noise out of his mouth.

You smiled, “Haha, oh yeah, I’ll have to drag him into the shower tomorrow morning. It’s too late for one right now”. You then found the keycard and hovered it against the lock for it to *click* and unlock. You then opened the door for West to carry him to the bed.

“Thanks so much West, I would have broke my bones trying to carry him myself.”

“It’s no problem (Y/N).” He insisted. You two then said your goodbyes and closed the door. You walked back over to Christian. You took off his shoes, shorts, and socks leaving him in his boxers, then grabbing a black t-shirt from the dresser, putting it on him.

He mindlessly climbed into the sheets with a groan. You smiled at his cuteness, then tucking him in, you pecked his forehead with a kiss.

Next you went ahead and changed into your own pajamas, shut off the lights, and sunk into the sheets yourself.

“(Y/N)..” he turned around to face you, “are you proud of my goal?” You softened at this,

“Of course I am, you were wonderful”

“Mmm, I love you (Y/N)” He latched his arms around you as if you were his teddy bear.

“I love you too Christian, sweet dreams my love.”

A/N: I think I fell in love with him after I wrote this ngl

#christian pulisic #football #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #world cup #soccer player #soccer #footballer #footballers x reader #footballer imagine #usa national team #soccer player x reader #christian pulisic one shot #christian pulisic x you

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nyxfleuret · 2 months

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Kenji (Rush Hour 3) X F!Reader

|18+| MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO, PLEASE DNI!

Warnings: smut (lmao), breeding kink (kinda), daddy kink (kinda too lol), swearing and a little surprise in the end.

Word count: 1770

|Author's note: I had to write about him. I just remembered the existence of Rush Hour 3 and I went to google and searched for cast and then, BOOM! HIROYUKI SANADA IS IN THE MOVIE! So I went like: Yeah gurl, go for it! I mean, I didn't see anyone writing for him so I had to do it. Lmao, I'm sorry, I hope you all enjoy it.|

"Soon, Lee will be here with Genevieve and this will all be over, don't worry." Kenji said, stroking your chin with the gentle touch of his fingers as he adjusted his black shirt beneath the white suit he was wearing.

You were tied to a chair by ropes, looking around to try to find a way out that wasn't the elevator door, failing miserably.

Yes, you were trapped inside the Jules Verne restaurant, inside the Eiffel Tower, which luckily for Kenji, that day, was empty.

The view from up there was wonderful, nothing could compare to it, but none of that relieved the tension you were feeling.

Kenji's idea was to use you to bring Lee and Genevieve to the restaurant, getting 'Shy Shen' back.

His henchmen had found you in Los Angeles, trying to escape to the airport but little did you know it was too late.

Without meaning to, Lee and Carter got you into this mess and now, you didn't know how to get out of it.

"Good girl." Kenji smirked, raising an eyebrow as his piercing gaze met yours. However, you felt chills and a slight warmth in your belly, making you sigh and look at him with your fearful look, but with a touch of... lust.

It was very strange to feel that way about someone who (maybe) wanted to kill you, maybe it was that 'Stockholm Syndrome'.

You don't remember the last time you saw someone as attractive as Kenji or who made you feel that way, but one thing was for sure: This felt so good.

These sensations did not go unnoticed by Kenji, who soon began to take advantage of the situation, teasing you.

"It seems that my little kitty liked being called a good girl, if she continues to behave she will receive a very good reward." He got closer to your face, his warm breath fanning against your cheek before he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on it.

You sighed again, trying to shake off the feelings you had for him but deep down, you knew you couldn't do that.

One of Kenji's men knocks on the door and they enter, speaking in Mandarin as he warns his boss that Lee has been spotted with 'Genevieve' somewhere far away from the city, which means they are already on their way.

While the two were talking, you see a switchblade on the table, close to where you were and silently, you reach behind your back to try to pick up the object.

"Thank you, withdraw." Kenji waves his hand in the air as the man retreats, leaving the two of you alone again. He realizes what you were trying to do and then looks at you with that same penetrating gaze, making you stop in the middle of the action.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk." Kenji shakes his index finger, taking the switchblade with his other hand and placing it in his suit pocket. "Bad girl...I think you need to learn a lesson."

You swallowed hard, looking at the tall, slender man in front of you, his gaze dropping down to look at your form, your curves.

"I think I'm going to have to punish my kitten." Kenji licked his lips erotically, almost making you choke on your own saliva. He untied the ropes that were holding you to the chair, lifting you by the collar of your shirt and positioning you in front of the table, your covered breasts meeting its icy surface.

"Daddy will teach you a lesson." He smiles pretentiously, caressing your jeans-covered ass with both of his hands, his breathing getting heavier by the minute.

You self-consciously rub your ass against the erection already visible in the white pants he was wearing, yearning for more.

“Please…” You breathe heavily, increasing the pressure of your rubbing.

"Please what?" Kenji slaps one of your cheeks, giving it a squeeze soon after.

"P-Please, I-I...I need you to fuck me." You lower your head, resting the weight of your body on your forearms.

"There was one little thing left to say, dear." He slaps your cheek again hard, but this time, caressing it.

"I need you to fuck me, daddy!" You sigh, arching your back after feeling Kenji rubbing himself against you.

"Good girl." He kisses your right cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Kenji unbuttons the belt of your pants, lowering them and finding your completely wet panties as he makes small circles on your clit with his index and middle fingers, spreading the wetness there and receiving light moans from you.

At that moment, words couldn't be uttered by you, your brain started to fail, only focusing on the pleasure that Kenji was giving you.

You were still in that same position, supporting your body on your forearms while your forehead was in contact with the cold table material, heavy sighs leaving your mouth as you tried to control yourself in the Japanese man's presence.

Kenji stopped and pulled down your panties, finding your wet pussy as a mischievous smile forms on his face.

"You're already so wet...And I haven't even started." Kenji opens up more space, separating your cheeks with both hands and licks a strip, leaving trails of saliva along the way.

"Oh shit." Surprised, you moan loudly and your legs start to feel wobbly as you try to compose yourself.

Kenji caresses the soft pubic hair of your pussy, placing light kisses on your intimate area before licking two fingers and penetrating you with them, at the same time working with his tongue, pumping them at the same time.

You turn around, laying your back on the table, arching it as Kenji continues licking and penetrating you with his fingers, feeling you close against his fingers.

"Shit...I'm coming..." You moan and grip the edges of the table, feeling your orgasm reaching its peak. You cum on his fingers and tongue, which continues working on your pussy in an attempt not to waste any drops of your juices.

He moves his face away from your intimacy, looking into your eyes as he lifts his two fingers and takes them to his mouth, licking and sucking them, closing his eyes as if enjoying your taste.

"Mmmm, nothing compares to this." He opens his eyes and smiles at you, giving you a little wink. You look at him, blushing a little as you breathe heavily, feeling him come closer and give you a passionate kiss, making you taste yourself.

When he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connects between your lips, soon to be broken by Kenji with his tongue.

"Not over yet." Kenji caresses the inner part of your thigh, separating your two legs, exposing your intimacy. He starts by taking off his white suit, throwing it on the floor, unbuttoning the black shirt that was underneath, then taking it off, giving a view of his toned chest and finally, he unbuttons his belt and the buttons on his pants, lowering them. and showing the bulge still present inside his black boxers.

Your eyes can't look at anything other than his clothed dick, which is already dripping with pre-cum, visible in the wet spot at the top of his boxers.

Kenji pulled down his underwear, his dick popping out, full of veins and having little hair at its base, which in a way, gave beauty to his figure.

There was no denying it, that man was simply perfect in your eyes.

"Kenji...I don't think it will fit." You swallow hard, not looking away for even a second.

"Don't worry princess, I'll make it fit." He spits into his hand and starts pumping his cock, steady movements up and down, as he rubs the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"Ready?" He asks as you nod, preparing yourself for what would come next.

He rubs himself against her pussy for a few more seconds and then slowly enters, giving your vagina time to accommodate his large bulge.

You moan and look at him, feeling the caress he made on your cheek, in an attempt to ease your pain. It hurt a lot, but you knew that with time, you would get used to it.

Kenji started with light, gentle movements, not wanting to rush anything. He knew it wouldn't take much longer for Lee to arrive and so he thought about what his adoptive brother would think if he saw him in this position.

The thought excited him, turning him on. The man pulled your shirt over your head, meeting your bare breasts.

"No bra? I didn't know you were that naughty." Kenji smiles and laughs lightly as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and caresses the other with one hand, holding your waist with the other, receiving more of her moans.

The sounds that came out of your mouth were music to his ears. It was clear that he was experienced and had already slept with other women, but NONE could compare to you, your beauty, your moans, everything about you was perfect for him.

He moves away from your breasts and starts giving harder thrusts, making your breasts bounce with each thrust.

"Nngh...I'm going to come again." You close your eyes, your mouth opening again to let out more moans as Kenji approaches your neck, his warm breath hitting your skin and finishing with kisses and hickeys on your neck.

"Wait for me, I'm coming too, princess..." He smiles and moves away from your neck, finishing with one last, stronger thrust, spilling his hot, dense seed inside you, both of you reaching the peak.

He caresses your belly, kissing your cheek again and letting out a light laugh.

"If I die tonight, I will die happy knowing that there will be someone to carry on my legacy." He caresses your neck and his gaze is no longer penetrating but full of love. "I love you."

"I love you too." You kiss him, happy with what had just happened. You didn't know how you got there, but you didn't even care, since your goal from now on, the only focus on your mind, was to continue Kenji's lineage.

"Holy crap." Lee interrupts the moment, looking at the two of you in shock.

"Oh, looks like we traumatized someone." Kenji laughs.

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(POOR LEE LMAO)

Thanks for reading!

#hiroyuki sanada #dayuuuuuuummmmmm #because i can #because he is #so hot omg #kenji hiroyuki sanada #kenji rush hour #rush hour 3 #kenji x reader #kenji (rush hour) x reader #oh no #hes hot #villain x reader

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marvelous-llama · 8 months

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ATEEZ recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments

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Mingi x fem!reader (wc - 5k) roommates to lovers - smut, fluff after failed attempt to impress your handsome roommate, you decided to stop making a fool out of yourself and went back to the old, unimpressive you. Lack of dress code around the house and general chaos came back for good. Little did you know, the "hard-to-impress" roommate began to see you with very...very different eyes.

♡ 𝖘𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 ♡ by @babesindestroyland

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[12:27am] by @min-gis

Mingi x fem!reader (wc - 0.3k) - smut, fluff

𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 by @binniesbobastay

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We fell in love in August by @mingigoo

Mingi x fem!reader (wc - 14.7k) best friend´s brother trope, minor love triangle (ft Seonghwa) - fluff, smut, romance Believing that you were destined to be with your best friend seonghwa all your life, his little brother Mingi was never a thought in your mind. After reuniting with the brothers after years of being abroad, you had your mind set to get together with seonghwa—until Mingi stole your heart without warning.

nothing compares to you by @noramoons

Mingi x fem!reader (wc - 3.2k) established relationship - fluff, smut you’re relieved when you wake up from a nightmare—especially once you realize mingi has been having a much, much different kind of dream than you.

counting stars by @min-gis

Mingi x gn!reader (wc - 2k) established relationship - fluff, smut(ish) even though the sun woke you up way too early, you can't bring yourself to complain.

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skinny dipping by @byuntrash101

Mingi x fem!reader (wc - 2.6k) established relationship, swim team captain!Mingi - fluff, smut your boyfriend he is so focussed on training for the upcoming championship he forgot tonight was supposed to be date night but maybe he can make it up to you with a relaxing massage in the pool

Crazy Form by @holybibly

Mingi x fem!reader (wc - 12.k) strangers to lovers, idol!Mingi - smut Seven times you've been lucky, on the eighth Song Mingi from Ateez shows you a side of himself that his fans will probably never get to know.

series

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez recs #song mingi #mingi #mingi x reader

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pedroschka · 1 year

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Flatmates with benefits

Joseph Quinn x reader

Summary: Having the perks of a relationship while still staying single sounds like the perfect combination until it just doesn't cut it anymore.

words: 2,3 K

warning: SMUT 18+ , the Poll has spoken and you shall receive the filth (can't blame y'all after the Dior ad)

dropping his keys onto the little table beside the front door and slipping his shoes off before making his way through the small flat, haphazardly throwing his jacket over the next chair, fancy trousers and expensive button-up joining on the floor, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he stepped into his bedroom and let himself fall face first into the mattress, too exhausted to even roll himself under the covers.

Stepping over the line of clothing scattered around like a scavenger hunt, not even thinking about tidying up after him you walked into his bedroom and were met by the sight of Joe starfished on his bed with his sock-clad feet dangling over the edge, using this opportunity you slapped his cute little boxer clad arse before plopping yourself beside him, mattress bouncing from the impact

"Long day?" You leaned onto your elbow, an amused snort leaving you when the only response you got was a tired groan into the bedsheet

turning his head a little to the side his squinty eyes meet yours

" So glad to lay in my own bed instead of sitting on an hour-long flight first, back's killing me "

Your lips pressed into a frown and you got up on your knees, pressing your hands into his shoulders, getting a relieving moan from him.

While massaging his stiff back you carry on with light conversation, updating each other on your days, Joe getting the bigger part of course, due to his return of his comic con weekend, telling you about the most rememberable fan encounters, promising you to go through the presents later together, your favourite part.

"Better?" You asked him as you spend approximately 10 min kneading his back like pizza dough, hands feeling all tingly.

" So much better " he sleepily replied, eyes barely open before moving his arm behind your neck to tackle you down beside him, squeezing you into his chest. A non-negotiable invitation to nap with him that you can't resist

balancing on a very thin line between relationship and hook-up, you two jokingly call it flatmates with benefits, due to your living situation, but the benefits part steps more and more into the background , making room instead for sharing the bed for naps, cuddle sessions on the sofa, daily updates on your days, basically creating a whole routine for you two together, clinging onto each other like magnets on a fridge.

The absurdity of your situation is both of you clear, sleeping together, living together, spending your time together as much as possible, and still too cowardly to call it what it is. A relationship.

Not feeling ready to fully commit while always having the last bad relationship in the back of your mind, lying to yourself thinking the only way to feel really happy is to not let anyone else too close to you and steal your independence and freedom, not daring to emotionally commit to something that's so fragile.

Benefiting of the perks of both single and relationship life seems like the perfect answer until you realize that you're not even interested in exploring with other people, or not even feeling restricted in your freedom or life choices, content with just this one person who seemingly already ticks off all your boxes and makes you feel safe.

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Flat a mess again and you both running around like headless chicken trying to get ready before the uber arrives to bring you to a get-together thingy with the stranger things cast , you as usually beeing Joe's plus one.

Meeting him at the front door last minute, raising your eyebrows at his mismatched outfit again and regretting not laying out an outfit for him, but as always he managed to look good anyway so you let it go for now.

Arriving at the event and promptly getting a glass of champagne pushed into your hand before following Joe around, letting him introduce you to everyone, making quick small talk, ordering more drinks, more socializing, a constant buzz of tension in your body and the pressure of presenting yourself to everyone just right, not wanting to destroy the picture of Joe that everyone has on their own already with you rubbing them the wrong way and letting them associate this with him.

Joe excused himself to the toilet after whispering to you that he might have pissed himself a little after laughing too hard, as always too much information but making you snort and shoo him away, getting yourself comfortable on the nearest bar stool and busy yourself with people watching until Joe's coming back.

a tap on your shoulder making you jump lightly, forcing yourself to look away from the couple in the back heavily making out and instead looking eyes with a familiar face but already forgotten name, instantly putting your welcoming smile back on.

" Finally someone with the same fashion sense as me! "

Looking at him questionably and then looking down at your outfit and indeed finding the same striking colorful pattern as his shirt

" yeah Joe hates this one so that's why I'm wearing it"

snorting he leaned onto the bar " because he's one to talk"

" right?? Look at him stumbling through the world like a toddler who was allowed to dress himself for the first time"

Getting a chuckle in return he introduced himself as Joe Keery, getting a fake annoyed groan from you for yet another Joe introduced to you as if one wasn't enough already.

Laughing together when he gives you insides on a few behind-the-scenes stories of your Joe that he seemed to forget to tell you about, jokingly punching him in the shoulder when he's making fun of his Eddie wig.

Joe watches from afar, an ugly feeling forming in his stomach making its way to his heart, weighing it down like a bag of bricks. He knew it wasn't for Kerry himself, being absolutely loyal to his partner and just being the friendly guy he is, trying to make you feel more comfortable in a sea of unknown and famous people but making him realize again how you are free to be with whoever you like, taking back into the flat whoever you desired to, with Joe just a wall away, torturing himself with listening instead of plugging in his headphones and blasting his sorrow away with the heaviest music he can find.

Being reminded that no matter how close you two become, how many secrets were whispered into each other's ears before crawling back under the covers, giggling like naughty teenagers, knowing that he can't feel secure with you because you are not only his to be held by.

A mix of anger, sadness but mostly frustration starts to boil inside of him as he makes his way towards you two, happily chatting with each other, but he wouldn't be an actor if not using it for his own benefit, and nothing is easier than putting on a happy face and Inserting himself into a conversation like nothing happens, exhausting himself while pushing his true feelings back down, not the right place nor the right time.

the night finally neared its end and you two are going your rounds again, saying goodbye to everyone, how great it was to meet each other, sleekly going around the forgotten name dilemma.

You hugged Joe 2 goodbye, a genuine smile on your face and making promises of meeting up as soon as possible, jokingly reminding him that Joe has his number so there's no running away from you.

finally stepping out into the cool night air you breathe out an exhausted sigh

" Gosh I'm in need of a week of as little human interaction as possible after this evening, like another quarantine but voluntary you know?"

" Hmhm "

You gave Joe a strange look, watching him seemingly lost in thought, a deep frown forming between his brows and fidgeting with his ring around his finger.

"Maybe we could invite Joe 2 the next time we go out eating with Jamie, so I don't feel like I'm third wheeling between you two again" you joked and checked Joe's reaction, hoping for a small jest back as always when mentioning Jamie and him but the frown just seemed to deepen

" Yeah…maybe "

"You good? Too many dirty martinis again?"

This brings a small smile to his lips, eyes twinkling when he finally meets yours again

"never"

Joe felt something shift inside of him, an urge growing inside, like that night was the last straw he needed to say fuck it, wanting to say fuck it, fuck it to all his insecurities and fears that stopped him from living out his true feelings for you, always restraining himself from the next step that could lead to something stable, he needed something to hold onto, a firm foundation under his feet when everything else in his life was just loose and unpredictable.

But Joe was never the best with words, learning them of a script, speaking them out as someone else, sure, but when it comes to being himself and being vulnerable he found it easier to just show it in physical actions, using his body to talk, or like now letting his body take control and not his mind.

Stopping at the front door to fiddle out your keys with Joe standing suspiciously close behind you, just managing to click the lock open before loosing the ground under your feet and letting out a surprised squeak as Joe manhandles you onto his shoulder, feet swinging widely, screeching at him to let you down while giggling with your head hanging on the same height as his butt.

Joe's loud laughter fills the foyer, warning you to hold still before speeding down the hallway to your bedroom and plopping you down on the bed.

Your Hair a wild mess around you and wide eyes staring up at Joe, the air between you grew thicker, switching from childish laughter to heating gazes and before you could blink you were all over each other, breathing each other's moans, tongues fighting for dominance while hands grabbing desperately at hair and clothes, fingers fiddling with his damn buttons on his shirt and letting out an impatient whine when it won't come open and he had to clumsily do it himself before his hands start to roam over your body again, taking your top of and throwing it in Joe fashion somewhere behind him, leaving kisses and nibbling all along from your neck to your breast, licking over your nipples before continuing his journey down your stomach

Finding the hem of your pants he didn't waste any time shoving them, together with your underwear down to your knees, pushing your legs up to your chin and making direct eye contact before going down on you like it's his last meal.

Throwing your head back with a surprised moan, fingers searching for something to hold onto, pulling on his curls and thrusting your hips up, riding his face and feeling your high already creeping close.

two of his thick fingers gliding inside, parting you all while continuing to play you with his tongue like his favourite instrument, leaving you with shaking legs not long after.

With your mind still clouded you yelped as you suddenly got dragged forward, pants and underwear gone with a swift movement and his hands under your thighs, Lifting you up and leaving you no chance than to cling onto his shoulders

Painfully slow he eased himself inside, finding his lips again, muffling both of your moans when he starts thrusting up. You increase your grip on his shoulders as he kept going faster and harder, his heavy breathing beside your ear as he has you jumping and yelping on his cock, still sensitive from your first orgasm he leaves you in no control of how fast the second one arrives, leaving scratches across his upper back in return.

Joe throws you onto the mattress again, breathing heavily, chuckling as you blinked up at him with this hazy look in your eyes.

"can you take more?"

"Can you?" You asked him in return, challenging him.

Fueled by all the pent-up emotions, and feelings he still doesn't know how to properly articulate yet Joe crawls over you, needing to see your face and giving him all the answers he needs.

every thrust a word, holding your face tenderly in one hand while pounding into you without mercy, taking in every moan and whimper you breathed out.

Your body is moving with every thrust and every thought or doubt that was once occupying your brain leaves you, fully emerging in the feeling of Joe and only him, trying to hold his gaze but it's all getting too much and you're curling your arms around his neck bringing him down to you, desperately clawing at his back when the third wave of pleasure washes over you, body getting stiff and you hold your breath before falling slack against his arms.

" I love you " the choked confession comes over him as he makes his last thrusts into you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, slightly embarrassed but also relieved to finally got it out, just not the moment he had in mind for it

Eyes growing wide at first, needing a few seconds for your brain to register the words, feeling his heart beating heavily against your chest, you stroked over his back to his neck before moving his head so you can see his face, needing a confirmation that he meant it

glazed brown eyes looked unsure into yours, looking so vulnerable beside you and making your heart leap inside your chest

"I love you too"

Relief visible relaxing his body he touched his forehead with yours before going in for another kiss, still needy but more at peace with the world around him, feeling secure in your hold and loved.

(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn fanfiction #joe quinn fluff #joe quinn fanfic #joe quinn #fanfiction #smut #friends to lovers

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heartshapedbubble · 8 months

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Ooo could you write luchino and wu chang walking in on their s/o getting punched in the mouth. The context that they missed is that s/o tried to stop a fight but ended up getting their ass handed to em, it did work tho! Fight did stop, mission failed successfully lol

Oh hey look a scorpion 🦂

i love asks like these they make me smile so hard when i get them (these r a bit short tho sorry :c)

scorpion i hope you're still with us now in the moment of posting🙏🙏 you're a real warrior

luchino diruse and wu chang walking in on their s/o getting punched in the mouth hcs🦎☂️

luchino diruse🦎

"Amore mio, where are y- What just happened? What have you done to them!?"

jumps the second he sees the scene in front of him, going straight for the other person's head

you'll have to restrain (warning: very hard considering he weighs the same as an adult grizzly bear and your hands will hurt due to his scales) and keep convincing him for a good 5 minutes that it's your fault, not theirs

good luck with having the patience to get that through tho since he's going to be spewing insults in italian at them and hissing, seeing only red

once it finally gets to him he's... confused? but at the same time he feels incredibly ashamed and will apologize profusely to the other person

as you two get going he's going to groan about how careless you can be and how sometimes you should rethink things before acting

all that complaining while he simultaneously plants you on his shoulder and wipes the blood from your face :')

"Tsk, splendore, you should really think things through first with that head of yours... promise me that you'll be more careful next time, piantagrane, will you? "

wu chang☂️

"___, dearest? Where are you- Oh my!"

xie tries to avoid conflict at all costs so he's quite stumped at first

the first thing he goes for is you, kneeling down and grabbing you the second before you lose your balance and hit the floor

not releasing you from his grip (in fact, he pulls you even closer to him), he starts questioning the other person, his tone hostile and less composed than usual

he's not that much of a hothead so telling him the truth won't take long, and he'll formally apologize to the other person for accusing them, although puzzled on why you're being so defensive of them - you were the one who got hit, after all...

the second you two get a bit further away he starts tending to your injury, not wasting any time, wiping blood off of your lips and nose with his sleeve and checking your jaw in case of broken teeth

"I'm so relieved it wasn't anything worse than this... but please, sweetie, will you be more careful next time? You almost gave me a heart attack... I know you had good intentions, but sometimes you really have to know how to control yourself."

"___? Come here, where did you g- Ah, god."

fan would barely supress his laughter tbh

goes up to you, picks up the entirety of your body weight with one hand and puts you back on your feet

starts nagging the other person for details, not even being mad, until you tell him what actually happened and he just loses it and starts laughing uncontrollably

takes you by your hand and yanks you away with him, still laughing as he says his goodbyes

wujiu can be evil yes (especially in this scenario) but he's not a complete asshole 😞 although he'll annoy you to no end about your failed little heroic attempt to stop a fight he'll be doing it so you're going to be less focused on him brushing the blood off your chin with his thumb (GOD FORBID wujiu shows affection without sneaking in something mean)

"Jeez, ___, you should have seen your face when you got hit! You should have known what was coming the second you tried to intervene... H-hey now, would you stop wriggling?! There's more blood under your nose..."

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sgiandubh · 6 months

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I actually am a shipper so I wasn’t trying to make the rounds to stir shit. I haven’t been around for too long only about 2 years or less. I just got upset when I saw the Getty pictures of Sam’s hand on Eleanor’s hip and hand on her back and then the fan pictures and video too of his hand on her back and giving her hug made me start to question everything since he does that with Cait too. I’m sorry for giving the wrong impression.

But I took a little time to reflect and remembered videos and images we got of Sam and Cait from Outlander promo this year. Between the moments at 92Y where Sam gave Cait a kiss on her temple and rubbed her back as well as the end when posing with Sophie in Rik. To the looks and knowing glances he gave her during interviews and even giving her a pat on the leg I believe in one interview. I overreacted initially and now that I put things into perspective, I can see the difference. There’s an intimacy and connection between Sam and Cait that comes across in promo that isn’t there with Eleanor.

Sorry again for coming across the wrong way. I truly was just looking for some reassurance initially

Dear (returning) Weary and Distraught Anon,

That would be very strange, because it really (REALLY) looks very similar to an Anon @bat-cat-reader showed me perhaps ten minutes before you chimed in.

However, since this is a plausible deniability situation, please accept my apologies, even if I still am not 100% sure about you.

I was just writing a post about body language at tonight's BAFTA preview of TCND, but since you've made reasonable amends, I am including it here for you, Anon:

S&C at OL's S7 Premiere in New York, June 9, 2023:

S & Tomlinson tonight:

Please note the following:

Tomlinson is completely disengaged, watches confidently the press people in front of her. She does not smile. Translation: I am a woman who just showed the press, the PR people and potential employers my latest project. I am a pro. I am very married and I know this hunk belongs to someone else. I am only playing PR games in *urv's mind.

S does the same. He uses his left hand as a completely non-committal blocking shield. Colgate smile is somewhat too calibrated to be spontaneous, the result is pleasant (which is to say 'decent bordering on meh'). Translation: we are all buddies and I (S) hope you liked our wee series. I really, seriously enjoyed working with these people and I am relieved we were allowed to promote this series in the middle of the strike turmoil. My well-rehearsed Optimistic Gaze Nr. 4 hides very well my real thoughts, that even @sgiandubh can't telegraph to her readers. And these thoughts have nothing to do with being here (note to readers: above thoughts probably involve a living-room near GLA).

Alfred Enoch: he is the only relaxed person in this picture and the only one whose smile perfectly aligns with his eyes (both sincere, open and enthusiastic). His arms' position is completely natural. Translation: I am over the moon to be here, I managed to work during a really rough patch and I really hope someone has noticed me tonight. Maybe I'll get another gig soon. These people are my friends, but tonight, it's all about myself: it is me I am showing off, selling and promoting here. Hire me: I am the funny one.

Bonus (dotted arrow shows where S's gaze is directed):

I think that needs no further comments. I rest my case, Anon.

Thank you for clarifying, I think you were brave to come back. Don't be a stranger, if I managed to not scare the bejesus out of you, yet.

PS: who knew my Business Intelligence uni credits would come in so handy, in the most unlikely of situations?

#Anon

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑮𝑳𝑶𝑾

pairing: chef!pero tovar x f!reader

genre: smut, fluff, romance, modern au, strangers to lovers

word count: 3.4k

summary: thanks to a reservation mishap, and an unexpected breakup via text, you find yourself sharing valentines dinner with a charming stranger.

warnings: oral (receiving), hint of dirty talk, piv

a/n: I was @lowlights secret valentine for the exchange we did in the dave server 💘 happy valentines, laura! I hope you have an amazing one, and I hope you enjoy this fic. It was super fun to write (and honestly a much-needed break from writing joel 24/7 lmaodfvdf) so thank you for that! 💘💘💘

The restaurant is flooded with people. The poor staff runs left and right, most of them carrying trays of food and the remaining others taking orders. It smells fantastic inside. You identify a hint of citrus in the air. The chatter is loud, but you can’t focus on any of it. Your bottom lip trembles, eyes glued to the phone screen in front of you.

Sorry, I think we should see other people. This isn’t working out and I’m pretty sure you already knew this.

Obviously, you didn’t have a clue he was feeling like this. If you had, you wouldn’t bother with making reservations two months prior. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, how on earth can you even reply to this? Who the hell would dump someone over text on Valentine’s Day. Not that you attach a lot of sentiment to the day, but still, it’s quite a dickish move no matter if you care for the day or not. He could’ve waited another day—He could’ve at least had dinner with you, knowing that you’ve put a lot of effort into planning it all.

Frowning, you place the phone face-first over the ridiculously soft tablecloth. He was right. You should have seen it. You weren’t happy, you were just comfortable.

“Excuse me ma’am?”

Blinking, you look up to the waiter. He genuinely seems upset to have pulled you away from your train of thought, but honestly, you were grateful. When you smile, he mimics your expression, seemingly more relieved.

“Will your date be arriving soon?”

Ah, now that’s a question.

“Uh…well,” you lower your gaze back to you phone, an awkward smile touching your lips. “He just broke up with me so…no?”

“Oh, I’m very sorry to hear that Ma’am,” you’re not a fan of how robotic he sounds, like he’s used to it, but you swallow and wait for him to continue. “Do you want to proceed with the menu?”

“Yeah, I mean I might as well. I made the reservations.”

“Delightful—” he stills for a brief moment, clearly contemplating his next words. You raise an eyebrow.

“Is something wrong?”

“We’ve seemed to make a mistake when taking your reservation ma’am.”

“Meaning?”

“We accidentally reserved this table for another patron as well.”

Isn’t that just delightful. Truly, this is just your luck, first get dumped and now you’re probably going to be asked to leave. De-fucking-lightful.

“I guess you’re going to ask me to leave then,” you mutter, already reaching for your jacket. The waiter halts you by raising both hands, such a strained and calculated movement.

“Ma’am, you have misunderstood. The other reservation has been made for one person only, I simply wanted to ask if it would be okay if he could be seated with you. I apologize for the inconvenience, we will be sure to bring complementaries for the both of you.”

“Oh,” you slowly lower your hand, still a bit in shock. Swiping your tongue over your bottom lip, you nod. “Of course. And it’s alright, better than being by alone.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I will be bringing him in shortly.”

The waiter, true to his word, comes back only minutes later.

The first thing you notice about the man meant to be your dinner partner for the evening is how broad he is.

He looks down at you with a hint of amusement, dark brown eyes lingering over the empty chair sitting across from you. You swallow down your embarrassment. He’s wearing a white cotton pleat-front shirt, a dark forest-green velvet suit, a black bowtie, and a white pocket handkerchief for a pop of color. You notice a rather expensive-looking watch on his wrist.

The waiter introduces the stranger, “This is Mr. Tovar. Once again I truly apologize on behalf of the establishment. We hope you enjoy your evening.” he says and disappears into the chaos.

Mr. Tovar smiles, leaning forward, he offers you his hand. “You can call me Pero,” he says, a soft accent you can’t quite place in his voice. Your cheeks start to burn. “And you are?”

Stumbling over your words, you manage to introduce yourself. He nods and takes his seat across from you, the waiters bring out the appetizers. It was a pre-planned Valentine’s menu. Looking down you notice the colorful and elegant platter, featuring thin, rosy-pink slices of beef arranged on a bed of dark green arugula and scattered with golden shavings of parmesan cheese.

“Wow this looks amazing,” you mutter, and he agrees, picking up his fork. Not waiting for this to be a silent supper, you clear your throat before speaking. “So…Mr. Tovar—”

“Pero is fine.”

“Pero,” you repeat, enjoying the way the name feels on your tongue. “What brings you here alone? You got dumped too?”

“I just enjoy food,” he stuffs a slice of beef between his lips, he’s surprisingly un-elegant despite the way he looks. However, the way he eats makes you forget where you are. It’s a big bite, that’s for sure. “Today was the only empty reservation they had. So it was either today or…five months later. I did not want to take the chance.” he swallows. “But it seems they didn’t actually have the reservation.”

“Yeah, I guess things get pretty intense on Valentine's.”

He shrugs, another slice disappearing between his lips, “It is okay. It all worked out in the end.”

“You don’t mind sharing a table with a stranger?” you smile, your tone light. “I bet you imagined this night differently.”

“Very,” he grins then shakes his head. “But that does not mean this is necessarily bad. I can imagine worse people to eat with, compared to that this is nice actually.” when you stare at him, slightly mesmerized, he adds. “Can I ask what brought you here?”

“Dumbassery,” a bitter chuckle drops from your lips, he looks up at you between dark lashes. “Sorry, basically I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend but well…he sent me a text that he wants to see other people about—” you check your watch. “A half hour ago.”

“Ah, I am sorry to hear that,” he cleans the remainder of his plate and so do you. “However, you do not seem that bothered by it.”

“I guess I wasn’t that into it, to begin with,” you mutter, feeling a pang of guilt in your chest. He must’ve sensed it because before you can say anything, Pero starts to apologize.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. For what it’s worth I’m happy that I ended up at your table,”

“I guess this is what they call a silver lining,” the waiter scoops up your plates, and another one fills your glasses with Merlot to pair with the red meat entrées. “Anyway enough about me, what do you do? Who is Pero Tovar?”

“Depends on who you ask, hermosa,” he quips. You can’t help the laughter that bubbles in your chest, his smile widens upon hearing the sound. “I am a chef.”

“A chef? I guess that explains why you like food so much.”

He nods, “It had been a childhood dream of mine. We didn’t have much…food, and mi mamá could make wonders out of very little. That inspired me heavily. And well, here I am now.”

You’re speechless and he takes notice of it but says nothing. Swallowing, you muster a response.

“That’s amazing, I’m sure she’s proud of you.”

“She is,” he grins. “What about you? What do you do?”

You’re about to answer when the waiter suddenly comes to place the entrees in front of you both; a perfectly cooked steak, set on a bed of crisp, green roasted herb butter, with a spoonful of dark red wine reduction drizzled over it. A basket of fresh bread and butter is also placed on the table. The butter is on top of small plates, made into a shape of a pyramid but honestly… they look like butter nipples and you fight the urge to giggle.

“What is it?” he chuckles, brows pinched together. “Did I spill some wine on my shirt?”

He makes a show of looking down and you laugh. You shake your head. “You’re good don’t worry. I was just…well the butter,”

“Ah yes, the butter nipples—”

You’re mid swallowing your wine when he says it, you nearly choke, your lungs burning from attempting to swallow and cough. He shoots you a worried look, cheeks dusted with a light shade of pink.

“Sorry…was that not…what you were thinking?”

“No no, it was,” you suck in a breath and shakily palace the wine glass back. “That was exactly what I was thinking actually, that’s why I was surprised.”

“I mean, it is quite obvious what it looks like, no?” he cuts into his steak. “I honestly would’ve taken the rest of your words with a grain of salt if you said it did not look like it.”

“Oh, so it was a test?” you tease, grinning from ear to ear.

“Not really, but if it was, you passed with flying colors.”

“I’ve always been a grade-A student.”

After the incident of you nearly choking to death over butter nipples, the two of you eased into the conversation. Pero is ridiculously easy to talk to. Despite what you had initially thought of him, he isn’t intimidating at all. He orders the two of you a second bottle, talking about his experiences as a chef. He prides himself in still enjoying the art of cooking, whereas, apparently, most chefs have lost that spark—which in return mirrored within the dishes they prepared.

There is a lot of under-the-table touching, your knee constantly brushes against his. Honestly, you’re not sure if you’re doing it on purpose or not, you want to believe he’s the one initiating the secret touches.

“Did you meet Gordon Ramsay?” you dumbly ask, the wine hitting your tongue. “I used to watch his shows religiously.”

“I have…” he swirls the wine in his mouth, both of your plates are licked clean. “We got along…for the most part.”

“There’s a story there, tell me.” you coo, pressing both your elbows against the table. Suddenly he feels physically closer, but you know he isn’t, at least you think he isn’t.

“Maybe another time.”

“There’s going to be another time?”

Your question hangs in the air. You feel nervous, you had hoped to sound flirty, but honestly, you have no idea what you’re doing. Your eyes follow as his hand comes near, it hovers above yours for a brief moment. He lets out a sigh, and allows his hand to fall, it looks much bigger than yours, you hold your breath.

“I would like for there to be another time,” he mutters, averting his gaze but still keeping his hand in place. “If you want to.”

“I would very much so, yes.”

Your cheeks ache from smiling. Looking down, you notice that the waiter had already placed an elegant-looking dessert in front of you both. A visually stunning dessert, with a bright red cheesecake layer atop a crumbly cookie crust, topped with a colorful mixture of fresh berries in a glossy compote. Pero takes a forkful into his mouth, groaning at the taste.

A violent heat instantly flares between your legs. Mouth and lips feeling dry, you stick your tongue out to wet them. His eyes follow your tongue, his cheek moving animatedly as he chews.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, definitely,” you look down and pick up your fork, you push a berry off of the cake. “You look good when you eat.”

“Really?”

You look up again, noticing that he genuinely looks surprised. You slowly nod, holding his gaze. He brings the fork to his lips, making a show of opening his mouth and closing his lips around the desert. He chews steadily and nods.

He says nothing else, the conversation topic shifts. All you can think about how warm it is.

Despite your protests, Pero pays the bill, saying that you’ll be paying next time.

It all happens in a blur. The door closes shut, the sound of it nothing but an echo to your ears. He presses you up against the wall, lips on your neck, licking the salt from your skin with the flat of his tongue. With a whimper, you press your hips into him, feeling the hardness underneath.

You had simply invited him upstairs for a cup of coffee. Who knew elevators could be such an aphrodisiac?

“Is this okay?” he asks between soft bites, the tremble of his voice seeping into your skin. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes to both of those—”

He lifts his head away from your neck, strong arms caging you in. His breath ghosts over your skin and you breathe in, being under his gaze feels like melting under the sun.

“Kiss me.”

And he does. Over and over again. He can’t get enough of you and he conveys that with his lips. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting the bitterness of wine and the sweetness of berries. He sucks the air from your lungs, teeth clattering and his nose pressing into your skin. Heat skims over your very being, settling between your legs. His palms knead the flesh of your hips, pulling you closer, guiding the sloppy roll of your hips.

When he parts, you can see his lips glistening under the dim light, they’re completely kiss swollen and you fight the urge to suck his bottom lip between your teeth.

He swallows and your eyes follow the bob of his adam’s apple, “Where is your bedroom, bebita?”

“This way.”

You feel the tremble in his chest, he squeezes your hips one more time before he allows you to guide him further into the apartment. Pero doesn’t even glance at the bedroom, he kisses you until you’re falling back first into the soft sheets. His hands cradle your thighs, thumb drawing smooth circles over your pantyhose. Your breath hitches, your mind disarray as his face comes into view.

“May I?” he asks, sounding as if his mouth is flooded with saliva.

You chuckle, brushing a lock of soft hair that covers his right eye, “You may.”

A loud rip follows your answer. The cold air rushes a shudder up your spine, your hips raising without a second thought to seek his heat. The thin fabric falls to the floor in tatters. You yelp when he tugs you further to the edge of the bed, he kneels between your legs, gently raising your hips to reach where his mouth is.

“You’re still hungry?” you tease.

“I’m fucking starving.”

He presses his nose against the seam of your panties, inhaling your scent before mouthing along the soft folds, he teases you with the tip of his tongue, applying pressure when he finds your clit. You gasp, fingers curling into the sheets. You’re sizzling, the heat of his lips adding to the fire. He slowly peels the fabric away, sticky with slick, and he drops it to the floor below your feet.

Thumb pressing into your clit, he gently pulls to get a better look. You shine for him, wordlessly begging him to continue.

“Tan hermosa,” he rasps, his breath chilling as it ghosts over your sex. “Have you been thinking about this during dinner?”

When you don’t answer, he smiles, drawing quick circles around your aching clit. “Filthy girl,” he groans closing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You whimper his name, pushing your trembling fingers into his hair, your drag your nails down the back of his neck. He gradually moves down, tongue nestled between the lips of your cunt while the curve of his nose bumps into your clit, he kisses you tenderly—intimately. It never felt this good before, not that anyone before took the time to learn what made you feel good. Pero moves according to the sound of your voice, the trembling of your thighs, and the drag of your nails. Every little thing he picks up and uses to his advantage.

It doesn’t take you long after that. You come with a sharp cry, tugging him by the air and pulling his sinful mouth closer. You’re shaking like a leaf, thighs pressed against both sides of his face. Slurps and groans echo from the back of his throat, tongue moving greedily, making sure not a single drop escapes him.

“So good,” he moans, looking up to you and licking his lips. “I think I am ready for the main course now, cariño.”

“Oh god,” you sigh, the sheets feeling extra sensitive against your skin as he pushes you up the bed, taking his place between your wet thighs. He strips quickly, you notice. “That was amazing, Pero. God— I’m lost for words,”

“I’m flattered but also a bit sad that it is such a surprise to you to feel so good,” he answers, a sly smile touching his wet lips. Leaning in, he drags his nose up the column of your neck, inhaling you. “Do you want to feel good on my cock, princesa. Tell me.”

“I do,” you murmur. “Please,”

“You sound pretty when you beg.”

“Please,” you repeat again, raising your hips. “I need to feel you.”

His cock lays heavy between your legs, he licks the salt off your skin as he rolls his hips, coating himself with slick. Heat pools in the pits of your stomach. You feel the touch of his lips over the swell of your breast, tongue moving around your nipple ravenously before he pushes himself inside. The stretch makes your entire body go stiff.

“Relax,” he whispers into your skin. “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-No,” you breathe out as his hands skim the frame of your body, it’s a soothing touch, one that makes you arch and take more of him. “‘Feels good,”

Pero moves slow, burying himself inch by inch until he sinks into your heat completely. During this, he continues to touch and kiss you. Thick fingers rolling the hardened peaks as his tongue slips into your mouth, swallowing your moans and begs.

His cock feels heavy and warm inside, you flutter around him, slightly grinding your hips as a silent beg for him to move. He does. Pero drags his cock out, only the head stretching you, and buries himself back in with one hard thrust. Your eyes go wide, your jaw goes slack. It’s like electricity shooting up your spine, every nerve singing with pleasure and very much so alive.

“More,” you manage to choke out. “More, Pero—Please,”

Pero dips into the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin, he thrusts into you with the same enthusiasm, if not more. His strokes are hard, yet slow. He moans openly into your skin, lips caressing the column as a need, a necessity. Arousal and slick pours between your legs, the way he reacts is very similar to a man taking breath after being denied of oxygen. You squeeze around him, your second orgasm already starting to simmer deep in your gut.

He must’ve felt it because he pounds into you with fervor, one hand skims down your body and grips your thigh, forcing you to spread yourself even wider for him. The slick sounds accompany your moans, every movement deeper than the one before. You see a flash of light under your eyelids, black dots hovering in your line of vision as your entire body convulses and shudders, pleasure scorching your skin like the desert sun.

Your eyes flutter open in the midst of a lustful haze, you see Pero pulling way from you, the sudden emptiness makes you feel cold. He wraps his fingers around his weeping length, holding your gaze and groaning as he strokes himself until he’s coming in thick ropes, staining your stomach. You moan at the warmth splashing over your skin, your body a trembling mess.

Pero leans over you, softening cock in hand, he crashes his lips into yours, licking the inside of your mouth eagerly before pulling away.

“Let me clean you up,” he says, voice barely above a raspy whisper. “Bathroom?”

“Down the hall first door to your left.”

You can’t help but watch as he makes his way out of the bedroom, gorgeous ass in its full naked glory. Sighing, you fall back into your pillows.

Little did you know, being dumped at the last second would turn out to be the most fortuitous twist of fate.

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fallinforerling · 1 year

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LOVE ISN'T ETERNAL... but maybe ours is. final chapter - jb

A/N: Tada! Here it is. The end of an era! Can you believe it? I hope you all liked it. Thank you all for liking my writing and following me, sending messages and support. I'm so grateful for all of you. Love ya always xx

* The photos are pure inspiration! Not true representation of any of the characters.

ೃ⁀➷ jude’s masterlist

ೃ⁀➷ jude’s taglist

ೃ⁀➷ masterlist

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♡ three months later ♡

footballgossip

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footballgossip It appears that rumors involving BVB star Jude Bellingham and the mysterious girl that has been seen at recent games are true! The youngster confirmed his long-term relationship with his girlfriend on his IG after today's game! What do you guys think?

Follow @footballgossippp for more info about your favorite players!

loviejude omg wtf, i KNEW he was with someoneeeee

bvbjude i mean... we all knew. this girl has been on his games and jobe's ig for a WHILE now

judesgirl YAAAY. i'm so happy for him!!!

— The article spread like fire, and on the first fifteen minutes of being out, you'd received it more times that you could count. It was a bit overwhelming, but you knew it was coming. Since the day you two got out of the stadium holding hands, everyone knew Jude Bellingham had a girlfriend. And even thought just a tiny circle of people actually knew your name, everyone knew your face.

So you decided to soft-lauch yourself into the public eye. Well, officially. The first step was to make your IG public, and then posting the photos you took after the game. You did it first, thinking that Jude will do something similar to your style.

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram my winner ♡ i'm so proud of who you are, your achievements and having you by my side. love you forever

judebellingham i love you so so so much

jobebellingham disgustingly beautiful, love you guys xx

nikkiwikki i knew it

mia_d me and who

gioreyna 👀

judeforever omgksjdkdnfnff i can't

bellinghamnow she's a real one 🫶🏻 we love you queen

judesbaddie can jude fight??? lmao

bellinghammm i'm tired of being singleeeee 🥹

— After seeing the (mostly) positive response from everyone, you felt relieved. Jude was next to you, “giving it the last touches” as he said, then after hitting post, he gave you the proudest look ever.

“I'm so good.” Was the only thing he said, smiling.

“Let's see.”

judebellingham

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judebellingham date night with the love of my life. i'll never shut up about you and how much i love you. having you by my side it's the biggest achievement ever. love you forever xx

yourinstagram omg i'm the love of his life 🥹

jobebellingham bring me dessert pls

yourinstagram you're ruining the mood bro

jobe2005 nah, jobe is wilding on their comments like pls 😭

judeforever i didn't want to cry at 2 am but oh well

bvb awwww

judebellingham i know right 🥹 she's beautiful

jb22 girl, if that man doesn't treat you right I CAN

“You call that soft launching me?” You laughed, kicking him just a bit on the leg.

“I was very subtle, my love.” He said, catching your leg and dragging you across the sofa until you were almost on top of him. “At least I didn't called you my future wife.”

You blushed, hating and loving at the same time how much he has been hinting and joking about proposing. You didn't know how to feel.

— Now that you felt more confident about posting every single photo available of Jude, you did it as much as you could. Everyone loved it, not only your close ones, but Jude's fans, thanking you for giving them more content.

You never imagined yourself enjoying the fact of having a public relationship. But it never was about the attention, but the freedom of wanting to post and being able to do so.

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— You lowered your phone after seeing the most recent story he posted, smiling at your boyfriend with such force that you thought your face was going to split in half.

“Ready?” He hugged you as tight as he could. “The reservation is waiting for us.”

“I'm always ready for dinner.” You said, giggling when he started to kiss your face. “I love you.”

He caressed your face, looking into your eyes for a few seconds before kissing you again.

“I love you even more.” He finally replied, twirling you around.

It was such a wonderful night with the most wonderful boyfriend ever.

Thank God for second chances.

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— After dinner with friends... And family, you didn't know what to say. It was so shocking that all you could do was see the photos Jobe, Nikki, Mia and Denise were sending you one after another.

✉️ Nikki: Post this one!!!

✉️ Mia: NO! This one has better lighting

✉️ Jobe: As the newest member of the group chat, I order it to be this one I personally took

✉️ Nikki: Excuuuuuseeee me?

✉️ lmaoooo, guys don't fight!!!

✉️ Nikki: He started it!

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yourinstagram getting married i guess (i love you darling)

judebellingham i love you more bro 💕

jobebellingham it was my idea, you're welcome

yourinstagram say what now? 😳

nikkiwikki and my photos won

bvb congrats to the beautiful bride to be!

yourinstagram thank youuuu 🥹🫶🏻

mia_d what was more culturally significant? the renaissance or my best friend getting engaded?

judebellingham our engagement, of course

judebellingham

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judebellingham proposed to my girlfriend i guess

yourinstagram biggest plot twist ever

judebellingham you didn't saw it coming lmao

yourinstagram shut up (with love)

jobebellingham again, my idea

judebellingham bro! shhhhh

erling.haaland congrats my brother!

judebellingham thank you sir!

jb22 damn, someone took my bitch lmaoooo. congrats babiessssss

bellinghammm OMFNSKDKSKDD

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 6 months

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hello! i've been reading again your amazing fics and im too shy to request this since a lot of people are already requesting for a part 2 of unexpected desires.... but may i please request for it to have multiple parts, like drunk on you. if this burdens you, it's fine if you wouldn't accept. i am still a fan of your writing 💓

Hey hey hey!! Here’s part 3 for you, anon <33 Thank you for your kind words! ♥️ Hope you Enjoy!! 💞💞

Unexpected Desires Part 3 ~Dom!Lady Lesso xSub!Dovey xDom!Anemone xFem Sub!Reader

Part 1, Part 2

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, implied smut, teasing, flustering, polyamory, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Lesso then scooped you up from underneath, your legs being jelly and unable to walk, and she carried you to the bathroom.

“Relax love, mommy will be back shortly…” Lesso placed you in the tub with a short kiss to your forehead. But when the three women returned to the bathroom, all they found was you snoring lightly and peacefully in the warm water.

~~~

All four of you quickly realized that after that night things became quickly complicated…

This dynamic was something that was wanted by all of you, but none of you wanted it to get in the way of your jobs or your student’s learning. So you all tried to keep things under the radar. Key word in tried…

“Hey Y/N…?” Dovey called out to you.

You perked your head up toward the brunette, standing at the doorstep of your office.

“Clarissa…! Come in!” You immediately responded.

The brunette nodded and entered the room, closing the door behind her. She came up to your desk, fiddling with her fingers and her feet tapping lightly and quickly.

“What’s up?” You asked.

Her eyes darted side to side before she began.

“Well I… I have a… dilemma.” Clarissa breathed out, “And I went to Leo, she’s busy. And then I went to Emma, and she’s off campus. So… I’m here…”

You were confused, until you looked up from your work at the brunette. Her hair was frizzed, her breathing shallow, her pupils dilated.

“Oh… Um Well, maybe I can try to help…?” You suggested.

Clarissa seemed very relieved by your words and she immediately agreed and thanked you. You lead her to your private quarters, and you began undressing each other. If you were being honest, you were quite needy as of late as well and could defiantly benefit from letting some steam loose.

You and Clarissa tried a multitude of positions, kinks, toys, tactics, and things, but nothing seemed to be working. Neither of you seemed to be able to scratch that itch you both do desperately needed resolved.

You both sat down on the edge of your bed, exhausted, but no closer to your goals.

“Sorry I couldn’t help…” you muttered.

“Nonsense. Not your fault, Dear.” Clarissa comforted you, “We need…” she paused,

“Emma and Leo…”

You both said simultaneously. This caused you both to chuckle.

“Ok, let’s go ask them…” you sighed, standing up and going to put your clothes back on.

You both did the walk of shame to Leonora’s office, as Emma wouldn’t be back until later tonight. You knocked at the redheads door and entered when she called you in. As soon as the two of you stepped inside the room and Leonora looked up, she immediately picked up your dilemma.

“You two smell like sex…” Leonora chuckled, teasingly.

“Shut up…” you grumbled.

Clarissa eyed you, telling you to be nice with her eyes.

“Leo, my sweet…?” Clarissa hummed, Leonora turned her attention to the other woman, “We need your help. Please.”

“Yes… That is very evident…” Lesso chuckled, her eyes raking up and down your frames.

“Please Leo…” you whispered.

Leonora looked back to you. She stared you down, thinking about your ask.

“Alright fine. Let me finish my work. Meet me in my quarters in fifteen minutes.” Lesso sighed in defeat.

You and Clarissa practically jumped up and down in joy and excitement. You mowed eagerly and both thanked the redhead, before rushing to her private quarters.

You both couldn’t wait…!!

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