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helaintoloki · 3 months ago

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Hello and good evening,

I saw you opened requests so I'm dropping by!

What about an infinity stone mishap that has multiple Bucky variants be at the compound at the same time. (Let's just have Winter Soldier be not entirely murderous for the sake of Tony's heart) and literally no one can seem to keep some apart except Steve and reader, who goes off on a rant about all the teeny tiny, to her very obvious details that differ between the Bucky's and accidentally in doing so admits she has a huge crush on him/them??

I hope that made sense omg

And as always, only if it speaks to you and you're up for it! ♡♡

a/n: hi hon, ty for sending this in! i’ll admit this was a bit challenging to tackle but still fun! hope you don’t mind that i changed a few details in the process <3

warnings: light angst, lots of pining, fluff

summary: a multiversal mishap leaves the compound teeming with Bucky variants, and Steve entrusts you with helping him figure out which one is the real deal

“I think I had a nightmare like this once,” Sam shudders as the two of you survey the plethora of Bucky’s taking up space in the compound. A multiversal mishap had led to an overflow of variants into the compound, and now your team found themselves working vigorously to determine which Bucky was your own and which ones needed to be sent back to their proper dimension.

Getting rid of the Winter Soldiers had been the easiest, the red stars on their arms giving away their identities and also giving Tony a heart attack in the process. You could tell apart the Bucky’s with hair that was too long or too short, the one’s that had brown or green eyes instead of blue, and the ones that went by Jane instead of James. The real work, however, came when there was only a handful of variants left that looked identical to your own Bucky.

“We can’t take any chances,” Steve says after having approached you and Sam. “All of these men are going to insist they’re our version of Bucky, and we can’t risk sending back the wrong one. I’m really going to need your help on this, y/n.”

“Why me?” You retort with furrowed brows, nervously peeking your head out of the office to observe the variants that sit restless in the common room.

“Out of everyone here, you and I know Bucky best,” the blond states truthfully. “I think if we work together we have a better shot at cleaning up this whole mess. The sooner the better.”

“You got that right,” Sam scoffs, prompting you to roll your eyes in response.

You couldn’t exactly deny the truth in Steve’s words. Other than Captain America himself, Bucky considered you to be one of his closest friends. Your kindhearted nature made it easy for him to gravitate towards you when first joining the team, and after saving each other’s asses on multiple occasions, he knew you were someone he could entrust with his life. You tore down his walls with ease, you brought out the best in him, and he’d forever be indebted to you for your friendship.

You decide with Steve that the best course of action is to spend one-on-one time with each Bucky you cross paths with to detect any abnormalities in their behavior. The Captain makes it abundantly clear that you cannot let them cloud your judgement with pleasantries, and it’s pertinent you trust your gut with each decision you make. The pressure is on, and you feel the nerves settling in your gut as you approach the Bucky that has made himself at home in the communal kitchen.

“Hey, stranger,” you call gently, a pleasant smile on your face as you seat yourself at the island counter. You note with interest how the man visibly relaxes at your presence and sets aside the pot of tea he’d just finished brewing. His eyes are bright like your Bucky’s, full of adoration and relief when he sets them upon your face.

“Y/n,” he breathes out gently before coming to meet you at the counter, “you have no idea how glad I am to see you, doll.”

“Rough day?” You prompt understandingly.

“Where do I even begin? Being around so many versions of myself is more unsettling than I ever could have imagined.”

“Well, Steve and I are doing our best to fix that,” you assure him. You watch as the man turns back to his pot of tea and begins to pour you both a cup. There’s nothing unusual about this considering your Bucky also enjoys drinking tea; it helps him keep calm and relaxed before retiring for the night.

“How many are left?” He asks before handing you your mug.

“Around ten. Steve and I are making our rounds to figure out which Bucky is ours.”

“Am I your Bucky?” The man prompts with a raised brow while taking a careful drink from his cup.

“You tell me,” you reply with a faint smile, ignoring the way your heart begins to flutter when he refers to himself as ‘your Bucky.’

“I know you have a scar on your stomach from being stabbed by another Widow in the Red Room, and the reason I know that is because I accidentally walked in on you changing in the shower room once,” Bucky admits with a sheepish laugh, prompting your face to heat with embarrassment.

“God, don��t remind me,” you groan while hiding your face in your hands. It’s not exactly comforting to know that Bucky has accidentally seen you naked in at least two different universes, but it also doesn’t make it easier to determine if this man is an imposter.

“I know you like your tea with a tablespoon of honey,” he continues before gesturing to your cup. You hum thoughtfully and set the mug down before meeting his gaze.

“I do, and I know you only like chamomile tea,” you reply, prompting Bucky to stiffen in front of you as you look down at the mug in front of you. “But this is green tea.”

Sighing, the doppelgänger sets his cup down with a defeated frown before meeting your gaze with pleading eyes. “Don’t make me go back.”

“I’m sorry, but it has to be done. We can’t risk the effects that come with having two Bucky’s in one place.”

“Then can I ask you a favor?” The man says solemnly.

“Of course.”

“Before you send me back, can I… is it okay if I hug you?” He asks, catching you by surprise. Noting the confusion on your face, Bucky gives you a dejected smile that doesn’t reach his eyes before explaining, “We don’t talk anymore in my universe. I was an idiot, and you rightfully cut me out of your life. This is the first time in years you’ve looked at me with love and not utter disgust, and I just want to enjoy it a little longer before I have to leave.”

Your heart aches for this poor Bucky who very clearly misses you, or at least his version of you, so you can’t find it in yourself to deny his request. You wordlessly rise from your seat and allow him to wrap his arms around your frame. His hold is tight, his nose brushing against your neck as he savors the feel of your touch, and you feel terrible for the fact that there isn’t anything you can do to help him.

“I’m not sure what happened between the two of you,” you utter quietly while rubbing comforting circles into his back, “but if she’s anything like me, I know she probably misses you but is too stubborn to admit it. Don’t give up on her.”

You release him with a smile and find his eyes shining with tears as he lets your words settle. You bid him a final goodbye before escorting him to Tony and Bruce so that he can be properly transferred back to his own time. That’s only one Bucky down with several more to go, and you know now that you really have your work cut out for you. This is going to be much more difficult than you anticipated.

You stumble upon the next Bucky quietly ruminating in your room, and it takes him a moment to detect your presence as you lean against the doorway and simply observe his mannerisms. You can already tell this isn’t your Bucky by the way he anxiously taps his fingers against his knees; your Bucky’s tell is the anxious bouncing of his leg. This Bucky also wears his hair pulled back into a ponytail, whereas your Bucky prefers to tie his hair back into in a half-up style.

His eyes widen in shock when he finally notices you standing there, and you’re taken aback by the way he nearly flings himself at you. His strong arms wrap around your midsection and lift you off the ground, holding you impossibly tight against him as if you’ll disappear otherwise.

“жена,” he whispers in a trembling voice while combing a hand through your hair.

“I don’t speak Russian…” you voice with an uncomfortable laugh, struggling to take a breath due to how tightly you’re pressed against him. “Buck, you’re kind of suffocating me here.”

The man finally releases you after your admission, but his hands immediately find their way to your cheeks as he cups your face and rests his forehead against your own. You’re startled by the closeness, but there’s no denying the rapid beating of your heart when you stare into his troubled eyes. You’ve had daydreams like this before, but it’s jarring to experience it in person.

“When I arrived here and came across your room I thought it was too good to be true,” he utters shakily, “but you’re here. You’re alive.”

“Bucky, I-“

“You’ve come back to me, жена.”

“жена?” You repeat unsurely. His panicked features melt into a fond smile at the sound of your botched Russian, and he carefully pushes back your hair before gifting you a nod of confirmation.

“Wife.”

Your eyes widen at his proclamation, your heart dropping to your chest while you process the weight of his words and struggle with the turmoil inside of you. You thought dealing with the Bucky from the kitchen was difficult, but this is way out of your playing field.

“Oh god,” you breathe out before carefully removing his hands from your face. He frowns.

“What’s wrong?”

“I know this is all really confusing, but I’m not…” you start to say, grappling with your guilt at having to crush the man’s hopes of being reunited with his version of you, “I’m not your wife.”

The man’s features become sullen at your confession, brows furrowing in disappointment and confusion. “What do you mean? You aren’t y/n?”

“I am, but I’m just not the same y/n you know. This is a different dimension, and you were sent here by accident.”

“So you’re not… she’s not really alive, then,” he murmurs dejectedly, eyes casting towards the floor in despair.

“No, and I’m so sorry I’m not the one you’re looking for,” you console, resting a comforting hand on his bicep. Bucky’s eyes flutter shut at the feel of your touch, something he’d been lacking since your death. You aren’t his wife, but in spite of that, he is grateful to be able to speak to you and see your face once more. “Can I ask what happened to her?”

“Hydra wanted revenge for my desertion and for aiding Captain America in their destruction,” Bucky utters lowly, eyes hardening at the memory. “An eye for an eye. She paid the price for my mistakes, and I’ve spent every waking moment avenging her death.”

A chill runs through your spine as you hear the recounting of your counterpart’s death, but you do your best to remain composed while in the presence of this alternate version Bucky. Your heart aches for the man, and you once again find yourself completely useless at trying to help him.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” you express solemnly. Despite this, Bucky looks to you with a tender smile before carefully taking your hand in his own.

“Don’t be. I know you’re not her, but seeing you again, hearing your voice- It’s the most precious gift I could ask for. Thank you for giving me some semblance of peace.”

You’re a wreck when this Bucky is returned to his own timeline, and after multiple instances of running into Bucky’s who believe you’re their y/n Steve assures you that he’ll take over moving forward. It seems that each Bucky you speak to cares so fondly for you, they adore you even, and yet in this universe you’ve been designated as a close friend and nothing more. It’s killing you to see all the ‘what if’s,’ because deep inside you know that you’ll never be with your Bucky the way you want to.

You’re not sure when your crush on the super soldier had first developed, but you know that you’ve harbored these romantic feelings for him for quite a while now. You’ve never told anyone, though you can guess Steve was smart enough to figure it out on his own, and you have no urge to act on such feelings in fear of how complicated things will become if he doesn’t reciprocate your emotions.

Your rumination leaves you in deep thought as you sit out on the balcony and enjoy some quiet after all the chaos you’ve endured. You hear the sliding door open and shut behind you, but you make no attempt to see who it is until they seat themselves beside you. You peek at Bucky from the corner of your eyes before returning your gaze to the New York skyline, simply enjoying his presence without making an effort to speak.

“You doing okay?” He asks, effectively breaking the silence between you.

“I didn’t think being around multiple versions of you would be so exhausting,” you confess with a humorless laugh, but it prompts his lips to quirk up slightly into a smile.

“You’re starting to sound like Sam,” he teases with a careful nudge to your side. While you’d normally laugh at his jokes, Bucky doesn’t even get a smile out of you. You feel him shift closer to you and hope he can’t detect the way your heart picks up a beat in response. He nudges you again softer this time and asks, “Talk to me. What’s eating you?”

“Every Bucky variant I met today looked at me like I moved heaven and earth together, like I was their reason for getting up in the morning, and I guess it just reminded me of the fact that my own Bucky doesn’t really look at me that way.”

You pull your knees up to your chest and let your chin fall on top of them with a melancholic sigh. A part of you feels embarrassed to be voicing your disappointment aloud, but you figure there’s no harm in telling a variant since you’ll never have to see them again after today.

“Do you want him to look at you that way?”

“Of course I do,” you avow incredulously like the answer isn’t already obvious. “I love him so much that Steve trusted my judgement enough to have me help him sniff out the doppelgängers. I know how he likes his tea, how he does his hair, what his favorite movie is- the list could go on forever. But of course, I live in the one universe where Bucky and I don’t end up together.”

You feel his hand come to rest on the small of your back and shudder at the feel of his cool metal hand seeping through your sweater. You can’t help but to lean against him so that your head is rested on his shoulder, and you’re able to find some comfort in his presence. You hear him let out a thoughtful hum beside you.

“You want to know something?” Bucky pronounces. He feels your head nod against him and smiles. “I know the exact moment I fell in love with you.”

The confession has you lifting your head to peer up at him questioningly. “You do?”

“Of course I do. We were on a mission, and you picked up Steve’s shield to stop a bullet from hitting me straight on before using it to knock out three bad guys in a row. You looked so strong, so beautiful. My heart was yours from then on.”

“I didn’t think you remembered that,” you confess quietly, stomach fluttering with nervous butterflies.

“Haven’t stopped thinking about it since,” he asserts with a fond smile. “Any Bucky would be lucky to have you, and I’m sorry yours has been too chicken to make a move.”

“I guess it’s not totally his fault,” you relent with a meager shrug. “I’m chicken, too.”

“You shouldn’t be,” Bucky suggests, tone light and inviting. “I know I’m not the most obvious about it, but I love you too.”

You open your mouth to answer only to be interrupted by the sound of the sliding door again. You turn to see Steve standing there, surprise on his features when he sees you two sitting on the balcony together.

“Y/n, I’ve been looking for you,” he says suddenly. “I wanted to talk to you about the variants-“

“Don’t worry,” you interrupt him with a passive wave of your hand before gesturing towards Bucky with your head. “I found another one for you. This Bucky just told me he loves me which means he’s definitely not ours.”

“Actually,” Steve says with an amused grin, “I was just coming to tell you we sent the last of them back to their own dimensions.”

“What?” You gape in shock, heart immediately dropping to your stomach as you slowly shift your gaze towards the Bucky sitting next to you. He flashes you a bashful smile and a small wave that fills you with embarrassment.

“I’ll give you two a moment,” the blond says with a knowing smile before making his exit, leaving you alone once more with the man you’d just poured your entire heart out to.

“I thought you knew,” Bucky offers apologetically. You take a nervous swallow before forcing yourself to meet his gaze again.

“So you’re saying that you do love me?” You ask hesitantly, almost afraid that this is all some sort of joke.

“I may not be as romantic or straightforward as the other Bucky’s you met, but I love you just as much as they do if not more,” he professes earnestly, gently resting a hand on your cheek to pull you closer. “I think we make a great team, but we’d make an even better couple.”

“I think so too,” you utter with a giddy smile, waiting with bated breath as Bucky slowly begins to lean in. The anticipation is killing you, but you’re finally rewarded for your patience when his lips meet your own in a tender kiss. Your lashes flutter shut as you melt into his touch, reveling in the moment you’ve dreamed of since discovering your feelings for Bucky.

No matter the timeline and no matter the universe, Bucky is destined to fall in love with his y/n. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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dollgxtz · 11 months ago

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Ok a fic where reader and sylus are at a business meeting, she “offers” herself as payment (maybe as a joke or just to rile sylus idk) and he makes sure to remind her who she belongs to? Please???

Kindred Spirits

Word Count: 5.1k

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, possessiveness, ownership, spanking, hitting, slight blood mention, pet names like kitten & sweetie, creampie, rough sex, crying, slight fluff at the end :3

AN: Anon ur a literal genius. This has Sylus written all over it. Im so happy to be back posting another story for you all! Also happy to announce my masterlist is now complete and can be found in my pinned! Ty all! Enjoy and remember, my asks are open for any character, Sylus is just my husband LOL. Remember to read my pinned before requesting please! This is a bit tamer than my other stories but trust I am cooking up some deviant content as soon as I publish this one :33

“Finally…”

You nearly collapse near your front door. A whole week of your life. Gone. To what you ask? Dealing with wanderers on a special aid mission. Sure sure, the job paid well but it had been weeks since your last off day. Every time it seemed like one was around the corner here they go with some emergency call and a spill about how some rich politician needed help or something.

You were starting to get tired of cleaning up other people’s mistakes.

You fumbled with your keys, fingers numb from the biting cold. The wind whipped around you, making you shiver as you tried to fit the right key into the lock. Your breath came out in visible puffs, and you could feel the frustration building with each failed attempt. Finally, with a relieved sigh, you heard the click of the lock turning.

The still warm air is such a welcoming contrast to the wind and biting cold outside. You quickly shut your door and melt to the floor, your feet aching with relief as the pressure you had been putting on them subsided. Peace at last. Time for a hot shower an-

Your peace was cut short with the distinct tone of your phone ringing. And not just any ring tone. The one you had set specifically for a certain white haired man that only ever brought trouble. Wondering if you should even pick up, you bring the phone to your face, knowing that you were going to answer regardless.

“Sylus…I’m really tired. Can we talk lat-"

“Long time no see kitten. You should stop by for a bit, hm?”

You roll your eyes, suppressing the urge to scoff out loud. Arrogant prick, you think, irritated by his inability to let you finish a sentence without interrupting. How did he even know you were home now?

You sigh deeply, feeling the tension building, and rub your temples to alleviate the mounting frustration. No, you tell yourself firmly. You wouldn’t put up with this today. Maybe another day, but definitely not today.

"Actually, no. I just returned from a week-long aid mission. Not today," you say firmly, aiming to be clear and resolute in your decision to stay put. Sylus however, seems to sense the cracks in your resolve and only responds with a chuckle.

“I want to see you. I’ll have Luke and Kieran come get you since you’re so tired”.

“Hu-”

“See you soon. They’re en route. Ciao”

The phone clicks, signaling the end of the call. For whatever reason, your ever growing frustration simply dissipates, defeat taking its place. You should be used to this by now. Sylus always gets what he wants. And you always let him. It goes without saying that it’s the same way for you as well. At least, Sylus always gives you what you want if it doesn’t interfere with his need to lay his eyes on you at least once in awhile. He knew that you wouldn’t push this though. You both knew.

Deep down, you wanted to see him too.

You asked Luke and Kieran to wait outside for a bit while you took a brisk shower and freshened up. Those two had always been very patient and understanding. You felt bad “bossing” them around, and yet they always insisted that you could. Though Luke had admitted on one occasion that he never expected to be helping a girl find hair ties or carrying shopping bags while working for Onychinus.

The statement had made you laugh a bit. You finally finish dressing in some plain sweats and rush to the car. Luke and Kieran are waiting outside of a dark colored jeep. Not too flashy as to not draw attention, but it was still clearly very expensive.

“Actually miss, Boss wanted you to wear these” Luke says, holding out an expensive looking dress. Clearly designed by hand and tailored to your measurements. Kieran follows his lead, holding out a box containing a pair of earrings and a lavish looking necklace.

“Huh? What’s this for? A date?”

“Business. That’s all he said” Kieran chimed in. Although you couldn’t see their faces, you knew they had no reason to lie to you about this.

“Ah. Dragging me into more trouble. Got it”.

When the three of you finally arrived to the location, the sun had already set for the day. You darted your eyes back and forth, squinting above at the bright neon sign of the establishment.

“We’re not going to the N109 Zone? This is a nightclub…” you mutter, taken aback by the unfamiliar surroundings. When did this even get here? There were plenty of clubs in Linkon of course, but you never seemed to notice this one. Not that you knew much about the night life to begin with. People were lined up at the entrance, chatting, fixing makeup, or texting.

“Boss wants you here. He’s waiting inside. Enjoy your time miss” Luke said, amusement written all over his tone. He gets out of the passenger seat to open the door and lend you a hand. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to appear shaken up by the situation. Sylus was always full of surprises. This was no different, act confident.

At least, that’s what you tried to tell yourself. After getting almost immediate entrance into the club with just a simple nod from the guard, you enter. As you walk inside the club, Luke and Kieran not far behind you, you can tell this was no ordinary night club. Everyone here was dressed lavishly and sharp, clearly possessing power and ulterior motives. A few eyes lay on you as you walk in, and you feel your hands start to sweat.

Keep cool. This isn’t the first time you’ve been around high ranking individuals. This is probably some test he set up…right? Or some kind of joke to get a laugh?

Clenching your fists, your eyes dart and search for a tall figure with white hair, feeling more nervous by the second that you don’t see him. You’re about to turn around and ask one of the twins, but at last your gaze settles on him, sipping on a glass of Gin Fizz. He’s sitting in a velvety booth by himself, people watching. He’s wearing his black button up with red streaks across it, coat hanging on his shoulders per usual. As if he felt you staring, his eyes shift to meet yours. He sets down his glass, giving you you a small smirk. His eyes narrow, sending a very clear message.

Come here.

As if you were suddenly possessed, your feet seem to start moving on their own. You weren’t sure if you were relieved to see him or if it was just the relief of seeing a familiar face in an unfamiliar place. You take a few deep breaths as you approach, readying your witful replies to any of his attempts to make fun of you. Without making any sound or looking at him, you quietly slide in next to him.

“You look nice. Seems I was right about this look on you” Sylus says, taking another sip of his drink. His eyes wander up and down behind the glass, seemingly devouring you. You squirm under his gaze.

“Hm. Thanks. This gift is the least you can do after dragging me to do whatever you want on a whim once again” you scoff, eyeing the full glass that sits on the table. It’s another glass of Gin Fizz, probably for Sylus. There’s three other very empty glasses on the table.

This man can definitely hold his alcohol.

He chuckles, taking a finger and pushing the glass of Gin closer to you.

“Don’t be like that sweetie. Loosen up a bit, you’ll need it”

“For what exactly? Business?” you mock, picking up the Gin. You didn’t exactly like the taste of this particular alcohol of choice but Sylus was right about one thing. Some liquid courage was definitely needed for whatever shenanigans he was dragging you into tonight.

“Yeah. Figured I could use Linkon’s darling Miss Hunter as backup” Sylus chuckles, watching you nearly choke as you take three big gulps of the drink. You squeeze your eyes in disgust as you finish the rest of the glass, shooting a death glare in his direction as you set it down.

“You’re perfectly capable. Don’t mock me Sylus”. You grit your teeth in irritation, almost ready to rip him to shreds with your words. Clearly your tone has no effect on him though, as all you get in return is a soft smile. Sylus places a hand on your upper leg, slowing sliding his fingers under your dress. You gasp, the coldness of his fingers making you twitch a bit. The warmness of your skin mixed with his cold touch makes the sensation feel like icy fire.

“Or what? You’ll use this on me?” he smirks, tugging on the concealed gun strapped under your dress. “I’m all for it honestly”

You slap his hand away, the woozy feeling from the Gin Fizz starting to kick in. What was in this drink? It was strong. Too strong.

“Pervert. Always touching me, making fun of me. Maybe I will shoot you. Again.” you growl, turning your head away from him. You attempt to scoot away as well, but are met with a strong grip around your waist as you’re pulled into closer proximity with him. Sylus grabs your chin and lifts it towards his face. He leans down a bit, the smell of alcohol and his bourbon vanilla cologne making you feel even more dizzy.

“You can put your claws away now kitten. Don’t make me have to melt your little tantrum away” he coos, gently caressing your face with his thumb.

You stare at him, dumbfounded, desperately searching your sluggish brain for a comeback but finding yourself too flustered to form any words. The look in Sylus’s eyes shifts from a smug expression to a much softer, almost tender gaze, and you wonder what his next move will be. Your face starts to burn as you feel heat rising in your core, your heart pounding in your chest. Panic sets in as you consider the possibilities, your mind racing with the fear of what might come next.

Don’t tell me he’s going to…?!

"You're so...confusing" you mutter.

You’re just about to try and squirm from his grip, when Luke and Kieran tap on the table, catching yalls attention.

“Boss man, Val says he’s ready for ya” Luke says, nonchalantly ignoring the scene that’s displayed in front of him. Sylus releases your face, his face going serious again. He gets up, reaching out a hand to help you out of the booth.

“Time for business, sweetie”

You’re guided by the twins and Sylus past the sweaty bodies on the dance floor to a somewhat hidden room located downstairs. The area the stairs led to was blocked off by a singular rope, clearly only meant for a select crowd.

In the room there’s a long black table, cards and chips all over it. There’s a few prominent figures already seated, along with a few bodyguards standing near the door. Sylus pulls a seat out for you, before taking his own. You study the figure that’s sitting at the head of the table as you sit. He’s short, a bit chubby, dark hair, smoking a cigar. A scar sits angrily on his forehead and you wonder what kinda grudges led to such an injury. He notices you looking at him, and gives you a devilish grin. Some of his teeth are crooked or missing.

All that money and he can't fix his smile?

You shudder. Sylus looks over at you, and back to the man at the head of the table. He’s reading you, clearly sensing your nervousness. He says nothing, simply reaching a hand over to rest on your thigh.

“Was starting to think you were going to keep me waiting Sylus. Seems you didn’t run after all” he laughs, wheezing a bit as he takes another puff of his cigar. You wrinkle your nose a bit as the potent smell hits your senses.

“I couldn’t turn down a game of cards with my dear old friend” Sylus says, irritation coating the last word. “Let’s keep things civil this time, hm Valentino?”

Valentino bursts into laughter, clearly amused. Despite his laughter, you couldn’t ignore the murderous tension in the air. Something tells you this isn’t any regular game of cards. You gulp, trying to force yourself to look at everyone at the table and smile.

“Well hello little lady. Sylus, you didn’t tell me you kept such gorgeous company…” Val says, his eyes snaking all over your body. You feel Sylus squeeze your thigh, clearly irritated. He pulls out a coin from his coat pocket, seemingly trying to channel his frustrations into something else.

“You know I’m not really the type to share, Val. She’s all mine. Down to every single strand of hair”. Sylus ends, catching the coin and shooting a glare in the man’s direction. It was plain, but conveyed a message very well.

You feel your palms start to sweat. Was he being serious right now?? You side eye him, trying to piece out whether or not this was some kind of facade you’re supposed to play into. Valentino clearly takes Sylus’s words as a challenge.

“I’ll give you twenty million for her. Maybe fifty million if you make her give us a little strip show. What do ya say? She looks so soft. Probably makes cute noises too…~” he chuckles, likely enjoying the look of surprise that washes across your face.

Sylus remains quiet, his face unmoving, frozen in a pissed glare. You don’t know if it was the alcohol you drank earlier, or if it was some inkling of an attempt to dissipate the tension, but you clear your throat and begin to speak.

“Well Sylus? You can share can’t you? It’s quite the generous offer Mr. Valentino. I’m quite flattered actually.” you express, putting on your best smug look. Sylus stiffens, a somewhat shocked expression washing over him. Valentino erupts into yet another fit of laughter, seemingly unable to contain himself. Turning to look back at Sylus, you see it in his face briefly. An uncaged look of rage before it quickly dissipates.

Shit. Shouldn’t have said that.

Far too late to stop now though.

“You heard the lady Sylus. Why don’t you try sharing just this once? What I would give to taste that sweet little body of he-”

Sylus slams a revolver on the table, then calmly starts picking up cards from the deck.

"I'd suggest you stop talking and start playing the game, Mr. Valentino," Sylus snarls, his words dripping with venom. The fury in his voice is palpable, and it's clear he's reached the end of his patience.

You give Val a sly look, feigning pity. “Ah, sorry Valentino. Seems this one can’t quite let me go yet”. You don’t know what you were trying to achieve, but it’s certainly not working to dissipate any tension. Val doesn’t respond to you though, all his focus on Sylus now.

“My dear friend. You should know me by now. There’s something I’m much more interested in now than some money. Now I want the girl, or nothing”.

Valentino wears a shit eating grin on his face, soaking in the fact that he thinks he’s gained some control of the situation, unaffected by the gun on the table. Sylus simply sighs, rubbing his fingers against the temple of his forehead.

“I see where this is going then”.

You barely process what’s happening before everything and everyone starts moving. As soon as Sylus begins to stand, Valentinos guards start shooting. Sylus wastes no time flipping the large table, sending the cards and game chips flying everywhere. You yelp as he yanks you towards him using his body and the table to shield the oncoming attack of bullets. You hear Luke and Kieran joining in the frenzy, yelling obscenities as they begin shooting their own hidden weapons.

You swiftly reach for the weapon concealed beneath your dress, your fingers brushing against the cool metal as you draw it out. Turning to face Sylus, you ready yourself for his instructions, your body tense with anticipation. Instead of giving you orders, he locks eyes with you, his gaze piercing through you with an intensity that feels like it's reaching into your very soul. The silence is heavy, charged with unspoken tension as bullets whip past the both of you, and you can feel your heartbeat quicken in response.

“I need you alive for what’s coming sweetie. Pay attention, stay close”

You blink. Twice. Unable to process his words before he yanks you both up, one hand using his evol to send the table crashing into several bodyguards. The four of you fight your way through the onslaught of people coming into the door, before eventually dashing up the stairs. People are running in all directions, seemingly caught up in the chaos of everything. You all manage to make it out the door and into the brisk cold air, the twins quickly hopping into the car to whisk you away.

“Go on, I’ll catch up soon” Sylus states, hurriedly pushing you into the car and slamming the door before you could protest. He signals Kieran to drive off, and that he does.

“He’s…going to level the building. Isn’t he?” you sigh, sighing at the fact that Sylus seemed to conveniently forget that this was in fact not the lawless land of the N109 Zone. No doubt the Hunter’s Association would have to investigate for potential wanderer activity, and that would be a lot of paperwork.

"It's fine. He owned that place anyway. He'll just build another," Luke says, his voice calm and unbothered. Just as the words leave his mouth, a deafening boom erupts behind the car, shaking the ground beneath yall. The explosion's shockwave rattles the windows, and the sky lights up with a fiery glow, cutting off Luke's next sentence mid-breath.

You groan.

The twins did drive you to the N109 this time, swiftly helping you out the car and into Sylus’s private villa. When you entered the front door, a nightgown and lacy underwear were laid neatly out for you in his room, your arrival clearly anticipated.

It wasn’t more than an hour before Sylus waltzed in the front door, eyeing your slouching figure on the couch. You sit up as soon as you see him, still somewhat annoyed.

“What took you so damn long? Also do you have to level every building you come across?” you spat, glaring at him. He says nothing though, walking straight past you and into his room.

“Huh? Sylus?? What the hell…”

Not liking the feeling of being ignored, you hurriedly chased after him. You had never really been uncomfortable barging into his room. You had done it plenty of times at this point, the first time being when he had challenged you to steal the brooch from him. No point in being shy now. He’s fumbling with something in his drawer when you reach up to tap his shoulder.

“Sylus! Don’t ignore me, I know you ca-”

He swiftly turns around, grabbing your wrist before you can touch him. His gaze is unreadable, cold even. You start to sweat, trying to take your arm back. But he only squeezes tighter.

"I was hoping you'd leave me be so I could calm down. But of course you're as petulant as ever" he says.

"Let go! What's wrong with you!?" You attempt to remove his hand from your wrist but he doesn't budge.

“Go to the bed. Place your hands on it” he says, face unchanging.

“Huh??”

“I don’t like to repeat myself”.

You freeze for only a moment before quickly moving to the bed. You meticulously put your hands where instructed, something deep in your core telling you that it’s likely best to listen for now. However, you can’t help to look over your should to quip at Sylus. You’re slightly bent at an angle, trying your best to keep your balance.

“What’s this about? I’m not that upset that you reduced the building to rubble”

Sylus snakes his way behind you, quietly, as if thinking of what to say. He reaches out a hand, grabbing the ends of your nightgown and moving the soft fabric around in his fingers. You feel the heat rise to your face, the skin of your ass feeling a slight gush of cold air.

“You like playing games with me, don’t you? Testing me” he says coldly, fingers trailing up the back of your legs slowly. You shiver, attempting to squirm away. His evol appears around you, its tight grip making you cry out.

Oh. This was about that.

“Huh?? No, I was just playing along. Just friendly banter yknow?” you say, voice wavering. You’ve clearly pissed him off. A part of you knows it’s a slight lie. You didn’t want to admit it out loud but it was kind of amusing to see Sylus get so riled up over something. Over you especially. But you hadn’t exactly done it fully on purpose. It was the alcohol.

But you knew he wasn’t buying it, as observant as he was.

“Sure. You were just pretending to act like a stray kitten trying to find a new owner?” he smirks, his fingers beginning to trace circles over the cloth of your panties. You let out a small whine, his touch just barely grazing your already wet cunt.

“Owner? I don’t belong to you. Or anyone” you scoff, the resolve in your voice wavering with every little circle he completes on your skin. You almost whine in disappointment when he pulls away.

“And yet…” Sylus trails off, leaving you with aching curiosity before you’re met with stinging pain on your ass. You cry out, unable to move with his evol still snaked around you. “You did exactly what I told you to do just now, wear the clothes I leave out for you, and practically melt everytime I even barely touch you”.

“Sylus?! What the hell was that…?!” you exclaim, trying your hardest to process his words and the situation at hand. He doesn’t respond, proceeding to gently caress the spot where he smacked you. The stinging pain gently eases away, and you feel yourself relaxing with his touch once again. He once again trails his fingers down to your clothed pussy, rubbing slow and meticulous circles around it. You start to whine, attempting to push yourself into his fingers for more friction. He pulls his hand away, making a disapproving sigh.

“Acting like you’re in heat per usual” he chuckles, watching as you wiggle around under the grip of his evol. “This is a punishment”.

“For what? Cause I let some sick and ugly looking crime boss think he had a chance with me?”

Sylus wastes no time bringing his hand to your ass again, earning another painful whine out of you. You feel tears forming in your eyes that you can’t wipe away. He’s certainly not holding back his strength, and yet you know this isn’t even a third of the force he could use on you.

“For entertaining him” he says plainly.

Another smack.

“Another for stupidly handing over your life, body and soul for a measly twenty million”

An even harder hit, this one fueled by rage.

“And lastly…”

You nearly choke as he delivers the final blow, your ass definitely bruising by now. Sylus offers no comfort this time, instead leaning down next to your crying face, breath hot against your ear.

“For forgetting that you belong to me, just as much as I belong to you. Kindred spirits remember?”

You have no chance to respond before he’s flipping you on your back, your nightgown flying up to reveal your wet panties.

“I-im sorry, Sy” you choke, tears blurring your vision.

“Show me then, sweetie. Spread your legs. Wide” he instructs, reaching up to brush your tears away. This isn’t done lovingly, more like calculated and cold.

This is far from over.

You silently but shakingly open your legs, your ass still painfully aching from his assault. You’re surprised when he doesn’t rip your underwear in two, choosing to rather peel them off your legs slowly. You notice the hunger in his eyes as he does so, as if savoring the view of your cunt at his fingertips. A small drop of arousal pools down your ass, and Sylus scoops it up with one finger.

You watch as he puts his finger in his mouth, savoring the drop of you with swiftness. His piercing gaze never leaves yours though, and you want to suddenly run away and hide. This is beyond thrilling, but you try your best to remain as still as possible, scared that he’ll think you’re enjoying it too much and punish you accordingly.

You suddenly can’t take the tension anymore, and close your eyes. You hear the sound of Sylus removing his belt from its loops, then the loud clang as it hits the floor. You feel the bed shift as he lowers himself over you, his face stopping just inches over yours, indicated by the sudden feel and warmth of his breath. He grabs your face in his hand and squeezes your jaw. Hard.

“Look at me kitten” he commands, his tone filled with unkempt rage and anger. Your eyes fly open, terrified.

“I’m the only one that will ever taste you. Repeat it” he says. Before you can get a word out, he’s pushing the fat tip of his cock in your entrance. You cry out in agony, nowhere near ready to have been penetrated. But he doesn’t stop filling you.

“Repeat it. Or I’ll hit you again. Do you want that?”

“You’re t-the…ah!” you whine, his cock halfway inside you at this point. Your poor cunt feels like it’s being impaled, splitting pain soaring through your core.

“Try again”

You let out a whimper, trying your best to push through the pain and put thoughts into words.

“You’re the oh-only one that gets to taste me” you choke out, voice wavering and your eyes teary. Sylus gives a hard thrust, pushing the rest of his length inside you. You cry out again, feeling like you’re on the verge of passing out. Sylus seems unmoved by your outbursts though.

“And?”

You stare at him, barely able to see his face through the tears. What? What does he mean and? He didn’t say anything else did he?

“Hu-what?”

You hear him sigh with disapproval, giving you yet another hard thrust. And another. And another. You’re clinging onto his back now, nails digging into his skin as the sound of the bed creaking and your pants fill the room. Blood has probably been drawn on his back, not that he’d even notice. You can hear him grunting in your ear, clearly enjoying the feeling of you tightening around him when you tense from the pain. Although it still hurts, you can feel yourself accumulating to the shape and size of his length, and the pain lessons a bit more with each thrust. He stops once again, tilting your face in his grip.

“What did I say you forgot? Or is this kitten filled with too much cock to think straight now?” he mocks. You can hear the smile on his face despite not being able to see him clearly. Heat creeps up on your cheeks as you wrack your brain for answers.

“I-you…we’re kindred spirits?”

“Before that sweetie”

You blink the tears on your face away, your vision becoming a bit more clear. Although he’s still gazing down at you, his expression is not as angry as before. Seems he’s gotten a bit of his pent up anger out now.

“I belong to you, Sylus” you say, voice small and whiny from crying. That’s definitely what he wanted to hear, as he began to pepper kisses on your neck, on your cheek, and eventually resting on your lips. You greedily return his affection, leaning into this feverish kiss, the both of you only periodically stopping to pant for air between kisses. He stops, resting his forehead with yours, gazing into your eyes once more.

“And I belong to you. What’s mine is yours. All of it”

You don’t get a chance to respond before he’s thrusting again, this time with a continuous and steady pace. You cling onto him, the exchange of flowery words and rigorous thrusting already bringing you on the verge of ecstasy. Sylus already noticed long before you did though, as he brought his hand between the two of you, circling your clit further your stimulation.

“Go ahead, come undone for me” he whispers, voice strained for nearly being at his end too. Your body obeys, unraveling and writhing with pleasure as Sylus continues to pound into you. You ride your orgasm to its end, till the touching of your clit becomes too much and you whine from overstimulation.

“Sylus…!” you moan, and he stops, already at the start of his own climax. You shudder as you feel him spill into you, his seed immediately beginning to pool down your cunt and to your ass. He pulls his heavy cock out of you, a feeling of emptiness taking its place. For a moment nothing is said, just the sound of the both of you catching your breath.

You decide to break the silence.

“Sylus…I’m really sorry” you start, looking up at him. He simply chuckles, placing a kiss on your cheek before getting up to grab a rag from the bathroom.

“You’ve taken your punishment quite well, why are you apologizing again sweetie?” he says from the bathroom, coming back to wipe you clean. You scoff, slightly tensing from the coldness of the cloth.

“Hmph. Fine, I take it back then. I’m holding a grudge anyways for how hard you hit me”

He simply sighs as he finishes wiping you up. “Back with the infamous wit already? Can’t a man catch a break?”

You sit up, feeling emboldened once more.

“Nope. Maybe don’t hit me with the strength of a thousand suns next time and we’ll see”

Sylus tosses the rag in a laundry basket, making his way back to your side. He pulls you into his arms, embracing you in his warmth. You can’t help but smile against his chest.

“Well, good thing I have all night to make it up to you”

You lightly pinch his side, giggling into his embrace. A question crosses your mind.

"Did you mean it Sylus? We belong to each other?"

Sylus took your face in his hand, giving you a slight smile.

"I don't say stuff I don't mean. You know this"

That's the furthest he was willing to explain it. At least for now. Who knows what kind of power trip would ensue if you truly knew how much you had the big bad leader of Onychinus wrapped around your finger.

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jakesimfromstatefarm · 1 month ago

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──── SAY IT AGAIN . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka the one where you say it and jake needs to hear it ten more times. at least.

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 1.2k ⌗ fluff, crack, romcom, teeth rottingly sweet

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── guyssss ok as i promised here is jakey boy finally earning love back <3 i think we've had him suffer long enough LOL also hope everyone is doing alright <33 i'm on vacation rn so not as responsive but ty for all the constant love :D

The sky is blue.

Grass is green.

You love Jake.

The earth is round.

All facts. All uncomplicated. All undeniable.

And it doesn’t hit you out of nowhere, no.

You know it’s been there—the quiet, steady build. A soft ache growing in the background.

Growing with each time Jake offered you the last fry. Each time he would drop down to tie your shoe lace that you didn’t even know was loose. Each time he stayed.

And now, all he’s doing is existing—sitting across from you in this tiny 24/7 ramen shop you both wandered into at this ungodly hour because neither of you could sleep, watching him attempt to twirl a borderline criminal amount of noodles in between his chopsticks.

And you know you love him.

You love the way his brows furrow in concentration like he’s solving world hunger. You love the way he sticks his tongue out a little in focus, completely oblivious to how stupidly endearing it makes him look.

And you love how, despite everything—despite your walls, your fear, your messes—

He’s still here. Always here.

And you love him. You’ve always loved him.

So much that—

You don’t even realize you’ve said it out loud.

Not until Jake freezes mid-noodle lift, his chopsticks dangling comically in the air like someone’s pressed the pause button on his life.

“…What,” he croaks out.

Voice cracked.

Eyes wide.

Noodles forgotten.

And you?

Oh.

OH.

“You—what did you just say?” he asks, voice an octave higher than normal. Panicked.

Like he genuinely thinks he might be hallucinating. Like someone spiked his noodles with delusion.

You stare at him.

He stares back.

I—” You swallow. “Nothing. I said nothing.”

Jake immediately drops his chopsticks in his bowl with a clatter, tiny drops of soup splattering around but he doesn’t care. Not even a flinch.

“No. No, you did not just say nothing. I know I heard it. Say it again.”

You shake your head so fast you think you give yourself whiplash, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jake makes a noise. An actual noise.

Somewhere between a breathless laugh, a wheeze, and maybe the noise a cartoon character makes when their heart pops out of their chest.

He leans—or launches—himself across the table, hands immediately grabbing over yours like he’s desperate (which, to be fair, he is).

“Baby. Please,” his voice cracks on the last word, and you’ve never seen his eyes so big, so sparkly, so tragic.

It’s pathetic.

It’s adorable.

You love him.

Your cheeks burn as you groan, tilting your head back, “You’re so annoying.”

“I know,” Jake nods so aggressively his hair flops into his eyes. “And I will continue to be annoying if it means you’ll say it again. Please, I’m begging you—”

You watch him for a long moment, pursing your lips to hold back your smile, pretending to think about it.

He looks like a kicked puppy.

A trembling, hopeful, kicked puppy.

And well—

You already said it once.

A soft smile tugs at your lips.

“I love you,” you say, gently.

And Jake physically malfunctions.

His hands grip yours even tighter, his mouth dropping open, eyes sparkling.

“Say it again.”

A laugh escapes you, shaking your head at how ridiculous your poor boyfriend is being.

“You’re such a loser, Jakey.”

“I don’t care,” he breathes. “Say it again—”

“I love you, Jake.”

A high-pitched, semi-feral squeak.

That’s the only way to describe the sound that comes out of him.

His head drops to the table with a soft thunk.

“Oh my god,” his voice muffled into the table. “Hold on, just give me a minute—”

You grin, your face glowing as you lean over and press a soft kiss to Jake’s head, your voice light and full of affection, “I love you.”

Sim Jaeyun is officially dead.

You have killed him.

It’s absolutely insane.

It’s absolutely adorable.

You absolutely love him.

Jake peeks his head up just enough to see you smiling back at him already, “You have to stop or I will combust. Right here, right now. Goodbye, world—”

You giggle, resting your chin in your palm as you watch him completely lose it, “Alright, alright, don’t act too surprised—you act like we haven’t been dating for this long.”

Jake fully lifts his head up from the table now, all flushed cheeks, starry eyes, and wrecked smiles.

“Well, yeah,” he breathes, eyes never leaving your face as if he’s trying to memorize exactly how you’re looking at him right now. “But now you love me. Officially. Out loud. With words.”

You roll your eyes with a smile, but something deep in you swells. Your smile softens. Your voice lowers, quieter now, more vulnerable.

“I think…” you murmur, your gaze drifting down to the way your hands fit so perfectly in his own, “I think I have for a while now. Love you, I mean.”

Jake doesn’t say anything.

He doesn’t have to.

You glance up to find him watching you with something devastating in his expression, his mouth parting a little, but no sound coming out.

You smile, a little self-conscious, your voice growing smaller, “I don’t know why it took me so long to figure it out. I guess I was scared. Or stupid. Or both.”

You laugh softly, eyes lowering as guilt pricks at you, “I’m sorr—”

“Don’t apologize.”

His voice is firm, but gentle.

You blink up at him.

Jake squeezes your hand. Grounds you.

“You don’t have to apologize for needing time. I would’ve waited forever. You know that, right?”

And you do.

Of course, you do.

Because it’s in his voice. In every quiet gesture. In every late-night snack run and sleepy phone call and every I saw this and thought of you.

In the way he looks at you now like you’re made of stardust and sunshine and everything good.

Something sacred.

Something worth waiting for.

You let out a small breath.

“You’re gonna make me cry in a ramen shop.”

Jake’s mouth twitches.

“You’re gonna make me cry in a ramen shop.”

You snort, eyes crinkling as you reach over to shove him lightly, “Drama queen.”

Jake ignores that completely, grinning as he leans over the table, his face now just inches from yours.

And that’s when your heart does a full-body somersault.

Because you realize—

It’s just him.

It’s Jake. Always Jake.

With his messy hair and stupid sparkly eyes and annoyingly perfect hands and beautiful way of loving you exactly right.

You lean in too, matching his grin.

“Hi.”

“Say it one more time?”

A laugh.

“God help me.”

“Pleaseeeee?”

You think for a second before a small smirk grows on your lips.

Then—you close the gap and kiss him.

Right over the table. Right over your now-cold ramen. Right in the middle of this dimly lit 24/7 noodle shop that you’re glad only has you two as customers right now.

And when you pull back, breathless, giddy, smiling like a total idiot hopelessly in love—

Jake’s already smiling back.

“You love me,” he mutters again, in total awe.

You nod, eyes soft.

“I love you.”

Jake groans, like it physically hurts him to hold that much joy, “The love of my life just confessed her undying love to me over soggy noodles at 3AM and I don’t even care.”

You burst out into giggles, rolling up a napkin before tossing it at his face.

“Okay Romeo, eat your soggy noodles.”

Jake catches it mid-air—still grinning, still glowing.

And as he goes back to shoving aggressively large bites of cold ramen into his mouth, you realize—

Yeah.

Without a doubt—

You love him.

You really, really do.

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gojosconsort · 2 months ago

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Hey could I make a request please :3 Professor gojo with student reader, lots of tension, shes in his chemistry class and he takes a very obvious but weird liking to her, like always makes HER do favours for him, always picks on HER during class. Eventually and somehow they end up together but they have to keep it a secret so gojo doesnt get fired but he is TERRIBLE at trying to hide it and his coworkers (nanami, geto, etc) are getting suspiscious, readers friends are getting suspiscious because of how gojo acts around her. I was thinking they get caught and some angst and having to breakup and then theres a LOT of tension after that and class is SO awkward ... sorry if thats too much and if u dont write for that type of thing. oh and also reader is very introverted and keeps to herself but clever :)

PROFESSOR’S PET ♡ // HEADCANONS

⁀➷ CONTENT. you’re the quiet, clever girl in gojo’s chemistry class, and he’s the hotshot professor who’s taken a strange, obvious liking to you—picking on you, favoring you, until tension snaps.

♡ PAIRING. afab!reader x professor!gojo

♡ WARNINGS. mdni. age gap (gojo in his 30s, reader in her 20s), teacher-student relationship, oral sex (m & f receiving), creampie, risk of getting caught (and then getting caught oops), this is very chaotic sorry lmaoo

♡ AUTHOR’S NOTE. ty for the request, i shortened it a bit bc it got a bit long but hope you like it <3

PROFESSOR!GOJO who’s the star of the chemistry department—tall, white-haired, too damn handsome for a lab coat, and always smirking. you’re the introverted student in the back row, nose in your notes, acing every test but barely speaking. he notices you day one—calls you out mid-lecture, “hey, quiet girl—yeah, you—explain covalent bonds.” you stammer it out perfectly, and he grins, “smart one, huh? good.” from then on, you’re his favorite student <3

PROFESSOR!GOJO who starts singling you out for everything—makes you stay late to “organize his lab notes,” smirking, “you’re clever, figure it out,” even though they’re a mess. always picks you to demo experiments, hovering too close, “don’t blow us up, sweetheart.” classmates snicker, but you’re too shy to call him out, but also too sharp to mess up his tasks. he loves it, leaning in once, “you blush easy—cute.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who ramps up the teasing—drops your name in every lecture, “let’s see if our genius in the back can solve this,” grinning when you nail it. starts lingering after class, asking random shit—“you like chemistry or just pretending?” you mutter short answers, avoiding his piercing eyes, but he’s relentless, brushing your arm “accidentally” while passing papers, whispering, “stay sharp, i’m watching.” your heart’s a mess, and he knows it.

PROFESSOR!GOJO who catches you alone in the lab one evening—you’re finishing his latest “favor,” and he locks the door, smirking, “you’re too good at this—makes me wanna keep you.” you freeze, but he’s on you, voice low, “tell me to stop, sweetheart.” you don’t—can’t, because you want it too—and he’s kissing you hard, hands under your shirt, growling, “fuck, been waiting for this.” lifts you onto the lab table, fucks you right there, rough and fast, “quiet now—don’t want security hearing.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who’s smug as hell after—adjusts his glasses, “our little secret, yeah? can’t lose my job over this.” you agree, shaky but hooked—he’s too good, too dangerous. he’s careful at first—texts you coded shit like “lab needs organizing tonight,” meaning meet him after hours. but he’s reckless in class, winking at you, calling you “my star student” with a grin that’s way too obvious.

PROFESSOR!GOJO who’s terrible at hiding it—nanami catches him staring at you during a staff meeting, frowning, “focus, gojo—stop drooling over students.” geto’s sharper, smirking, “she’s in your class, right? awfully quiet for your type.” your friends notice too—whispering, “why’s gojo always on you? it’s weird.” you shrug it off, blushing, but they’re not dumb—his favoritism’s screaming something’s up.

PROFESSOR!GOJO who drags you into his office between classes—locks it, pulls you down, “need a quick taste, sweetheart.” goes down on you under his desk, tongue relentless, muttering, “fuck, you’re so sweet—my clever girl.” you’re biting your lip to stay quiet when someone knocks—nanami’s voice, “gojo, you in there?” he doesn’t stop, grinning up at you, “answer him, babe—keep it steady.” you barely choke out a “he’s busy!” while cumming.

PROFESSOR!GOJO who laughs it off after nanami leaves—“close one, huh? gotta be sneakier.” starts making excuses—tells colleagues you’re his “research assistant” now, smirking when you glare. your friends grill you—“research? you? with him?” you’re too introverted to lie well, stammering, “it’s just work!” but they’re skeptical, and geto’s watching gojo like a hawk, muttering, “he’s slipping—idiot’s gonna get caught.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who can’t keep his hands off—corners you in an empty lecture hall, bending you over the podium, “fuck, you in that skirt—driving me insane.” fucks you deep, praising, “smartest pussy i’ve ever had—mine, yeah?” leaves a hickey on your neck, grinning, “oops—cover that up, sweetheart.” you’re pissed—he’s too careless—but he just kisses it, “looks good on you.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who’s got everyone talking now—students whisper, “she’s always with him—think they’re banging?” your friends pull you aside, “girl, he’s way too into you—what’s the deal?” you deny it, voice small, but gojo makes it worse—leans too close during office hours, loud enough for geto to overhear, “missed you last night, star student.” geto’s eyebrow lifts, “careful, gojo—walls have ears.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who texts you at midnight—“lab. now.” meets you there, all grins, “couldn’t sleep—need my fix.” fucks you on the lab bench again, slow this time, “fuckin’ perfect—my little genius.” leaves the lights on—too cocky to care—muttering, “let ‘em catch us, babe—worth it.” you’re a wreck, loving it but terrified of getting caught, and he just smirks, “relax, i’d fight for this.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who gets cornered by nanami and geto some day—nanami’s blunt, “you’re screwing a student, aren’t you? this’ll destroy your career.” geto’s smirking, “she’s cute, i get it—but you’re dumb as hell at hiding it.” gojo shrugs, “prove it—nothing’s happening.” they don’t buy it—your friends ask again, “seriously, what’s with you and gojo?”—and you’re running out of excuses.

PROFESSOR!GOJO who shows up at your apartment unannounced—knocks hard, grinning, “heard you were stressed, sweetheart—gonna fix that.” pushes inside, locks the door, and has you against the wall in seconds, “fuck, you’re too good—my clever little thing.” eats you out on your couch, then fucks you deep on your bed, groaning, “this pussy’s mine—gonna spoil you rotten.” leaves you limp, kissing your forehead, “better now, yeah?”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who still can’t resist you at school—pulls you into a storage closet near the chem lab between lectures, “need you now, babe—fuck the risk.” hikes your skirt up, fucks you against the shelves, growling, “so damn tight—my perfect girl.” you’re moaning soft, trying to stay quiet, when the door cracks open—geto’s voice, dry, “knew it—fucking sloppy, gojo.” gojo doesn’t stop, grinning, “enjoy the show, asshole,” finishing hard while you’re embarrassed as hell, geto shutting the door with a dark chuckle.

PROFESSOR!GOJO who’s unfazed by geto catching you—grins, “he won’t snitch—likes watching too much.” but geto’s accidentally spills it to nanami and your friends connect dots too, “wait, someone saw you? oh my god, it’s true!” nanami’s digging deeper, “’ll report this, satoru—it’s over if i confirm it.” gojo pulls you aside, smirking, “don’t stress, sweetheart—i’ll bullshit my way out. nobody’s breaking us up.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who’s still playing with fire—kisses you in the hall, “fuck ‘em, let ‘em talk.” nanami’s got evidence—texts he found. your friends won’t drop it, “you’re insane—he’s gonna get fired!” geto’s smirking, “told you, satoru—game’s up.” gojo just leans back, glasses slipping, and shrugs, “well, shit—guess we’re caught now.” but the question is—what are you you gonna do now??

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starmocha · 4 months ago

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Be My Valentines [Sylus + Daughter ★ 926 words ★ Masterlist ★ Birdie Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Sylus and his daughter get ready for a special Valentine’s Day dinner with you. A/N: This was a very impromptu writing piece so pardon the shortness and rushed editing. An anon sent in a very cute ask and I couldn’t resist. (I will try to resume this series in the coming weeks, along with the other toddler series. Forgive my easily distracted brain lol) I also don’t care that technically the game doesn’t really have Valentine’s Day and they have their own equivalent holiday, Azure’s Echo Day, but I want to use Valentine’s Day instead. :P Tag list: @lavlynyan @miudle @alfredosaws @solifloris @nezuswritingdesk @valkyyriia @yes-no-maybe-soo @natimiles @yourlocalcatscammer @callilypso @likewhyareyousoobsessedwithme @qyuin 【 request to be added 】

“Almost done, baby,” Sylus said to the little toddler girl sitting on the bathroom counter in a bright red dress as she clutched her Smiley Dino plushie while he fixed her hair. The girl sulked and her eyes darted up to meet her father’s reflection in the mirror, watching as he finished braiding her hair, tying it off with a bright red hair tie that had a heart-shaped decoration.

“Daddy, why do I have to wear this dress today?”

Sylus smirked at his daughter’s pout.

“Daddy’s taking you and Mommy out for a special dinner for Valentine’s Day,” he answered. He helped her stand up on the counter and gestured to the mirror. “Now don’t you look pretty, my little birdie?”

The girl smiled and turned her head to the side to admire the two little twin braids her father did for her. She turned around, her plushie clutched tighter to her body. “Are you going to do the same for Mommy’s hair?”

Sylus chuckled and shook his head. “Mommy will do her own hair and makeup, but Daddy did send a dress down to her workplace for her to change into before we pick her up for dinner.”

His daughter tilted her head to the side curiously. “Is she wearing a red dress like me?”

Sylus shook his head again as he leaned down to kiss his daughter’s cheek. “No, baby, she’s going to be wearing a black dress to match with Daddy’s suit.”

The girl looked at her father’s black suit he wore and her pout deepened.

Immediately, Sylus noticed his daughter’s disposition changing. He playfully pinched her cheek gently, making her giggled. “Now why are you pouting, baby?”

She looked at her father sadly. “I want to match with Mommy and Daddy…”

“You are matching with Daddy,” Sylus responded patiently, gesturing to the bright red tie he had on. “See? Daddy’s tie is the same shade of red as your pretty dress.”

This seemed to appease his daughter, her smile returning.

“Okay, just give Daddy a moment to put on some cologne and then we will head to Linkon to pick up Mommy for our dinner reservation.”

“Can I help, Daddy?” The little girl gave him her best puppy dog eyes complete with a full pout.

Sylus laughed and tapped her lips lightly with his finger. “Alright, enough of those lips tonight, Little Miss,” he said teasingly, nodding once. “Hold out your hands, baby.”

The girl carefully sent her dino plushie down before holding out two small hands with her palms up for her father to lightly spritz some cologne on. She wrinkled her nose a little, unused to the musky men’s fragrance. When Sylus leaned down closer to his daughter, she lightly patted his neck with the cologne, smiling brighter. “All done, Daddy!”

He kissed her cheek again, thanking her before one of his arms swooped around to gather her into his embrace.

“Daddy! Smiley Dino!”

“Oops,” he said playfully and leaned down so his daughter could grab her plushie again. His eyes twinkled in amusement when his daughter hugged her plushie tightly. “Is he coming to dinner with us?”

The girl nodded enthusiastically.

“Hm, I don’t know if the restaurant will allow little dinos into their establishment…”

His daughter immediately looked worried. Her lips quivered and she asked hesitantly, “They won’t?”

Sylus nuzzled his cheek against his daughter’s. “Don’t worry, Daddy will just pull some strings if they don’t,” he responded, adding cordially, “Smiley Dino can come to dinner with us tonight.”

“Yay!”

The father-daughter duo made their way down to the garage where a sleek luxury black car awaited them. Sylus carefully placed his daughter in her car seat in the back, and as he buckled her seatbelt, the little girl piped up, her face furrowed in confusion again. “Daddy, what is that?”

Sylus looked down at the item set next to car seat. He picked up a small crow plushie holding a plush envelope with a pink heart on it. “For my little Valentine here,” he said, handing his daughter her gift, smiling when she gasped excitedly, her eyes darting back and forth between the two plushies she was holding before squeezing them both tightly in a hug.

“Do you like your present, my little birdie?”

The girl nodded happily before her smile dropped suddenly. Sylus looked concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a present for Daddy…”

“Is that all?” Sylus questioned in amusement. He stroked her cheek gently and kissed the top of her head. “My present is my little girl here. There is no greater gift than you, my sweet little birdie.”

He kissed her again before he closed the door and made his way to the driver’s seat. He glanced up at the rearview mirror seeing his daughter was already happily playing with her two plushies. He turned the engine on and then pulled out into the eternally dark streets of the N109 Zone.

The car drove under streetlights and neon signs, heading in the direction of Linkon City. With his daughter in the backseat, Sylus drove slower than normal, the gentle smooth drive eventually lulling the little girl to sleep.

Sylus snuck a peek at his sleeping daughter in the rearview mirror and smiled again to himself, knowing the bouquet of red roses next to him in the passenger’s seat would never match his wife’s gift of giving him their precious daughter, but he was eternally grateful that both she and his daughter would always be his Valentines every year, just like he was theirs.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lnds series — sing little birdie #love and deepspace x reader #sylus x reader #sylus fluff #love and deepspace fanfiction #lnds fanfics #x — fanfics #i feel like i haven't posted an actual fic in a while i forgot how to do things orz orz orz orz orz #happy valentine's day #this was seriously last minute lol #thank you anon for sharing such a cute image with me! 🥹🥹🥹

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ihatethecrowdsyouknowthat · 4 months ago

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ethereal - spencer reid x fem!reader

upon spencer's long-awaited return from a case, reader dresses up just for him and he gives her a new first

genre: smut wc: 1.8k warnings: soft dom!spencer, sub!reader, reader wears lingerie, mentioned masturbation (f), fingering, praise, squirting a/n: this is two anon requests i decided to put into one! --ty @spencerreidsrightsock for helping me brainstorm<3

It’s not like you to be doing so much for a man. You think of it as silly because it is. If a man really likes you, then you shouldn’t need to dress up for him.

But you really like dressing up anyways.

So here you are. In a see-through negligee that covers only your chest and ends at mid thigh. Below the bust line it’s completely sheer fabric, floating out like a princess’ nightgown only with fully visible panties. The colour white–usually symbolizing purity–makes you seem anything but.

You fear it’s appropriate for the occasion.

Because Spencer rarely is away this long. Usually it’s days–no more than five. This time, it’s been ten.

You know, you know, it’s a tough case, a tricky situation. But you’re needy. You haven’t been this long without him since you started dating. Sure, you could take matters into your own hands like most grown women do, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, he does it better. You can picture it, relive it, but it’ll never be the same. It’ll never beat the feeling of his fingers curling inside you. You’ll never be able to replicate that perfect rhythm he seems to find every damn time.

So you’re worse than usual. The moment the text came through that he was coming home in a few short hours, you essentially rushed to his apartment, but not before remembering the lingerie you purchased after a night of drinking with friends. You slipped it on and couldn’t help but admire yourself. Applause was surely in order for your tipsy self.

It’s not strange for you to be in his apartment when he’s not. Sometimes he’ll text, asking you to meet him at home. It typically means that he wants to see you in his bed as soon as possible. Since you came into the picture, he allowed sex to become a form of stress relief with the added bonus of being close to you. Spencer finds solace in giving you all the pleasure you could ever ask for. You assured him time and time again that being used by him was also pleasing, but he still insists on giving you as many orgasms as you can take.

Your lips freshly glossed, you fix your hair intently. When you hear his key enter the lock, your legs move quicker than it’s safe. The carpet in front of his desk makes for a perfect runway.

Your hands become fists on your hips as you attempt a pose to show off the lingerie he’s never had a chance to see.

“Sorry I’m so late, Emily had to talk to us about a case we’re consulting…” and then he sees you, eyes making their way over every dip of your body and every ripple in the fabric, “is that–uh–new?”

Spencer’s Adam's apple bobs around a gulp as your cheeks heat up. “I ordered it a few months ago.”

“Nice.” The word comes out in a higher pitch than usual, making him clear his throat after.

A few short steps bring him close enough to touch. His hands find the chiffon over your hips. The eyes you love–the ones that you find have memorized you several times over–come down to meet yours. “You look… ethereal.”

It’s definitely demeaning how you look up at him. Doe-ish, wide and sparkling like shimmering glitter. The compliments he loves to shower you in never fail to turn you into nothing. You’re unnecessarily sensitive to his praise.

“Really?” you whisper bashfully, lips curled into a grin.

“Really.”

Your arms wrap loosely around his neck as you lift yourself higher, standing on the tips of your toes to transfer some of the pink gloss from your lips to his. “Do you want to go to bed?” you ask gently.

Spencer nods and lays a kiss to the top of your head. “Go ahead, I’ll be right in.”

As if he commanded you to run as fast as you can, you pad into the bedroom, your bare feet bringing you to the soft mattress so you can climb onto it. You sit on your knees, the bed sinking beneath your weight. Only a few moments later, after shedding his coat and his bag, he finds you. His shoes come off before he’s mirroring your position on the mattress and his mouth connects with yours.

A hand tugs on your hair just enough to make you whine while the other reaches under the negligee to rest on the small of your back. His hand is warm, the rough skin of his thumb making passes as his lips part against yours.

“I missed you,” he mumbles, placing you gently on the pillows. Of their own volition, your knees open to give him room to start lavishing your neck with kisses.

“I missed you, too.” Your hand comes to his head, using his curls as leverage to bring him back up for a kiss. Hot and messy, your tongues collide, ragged breaths coming from both of you.

An insistent but reverent grip lands on your inner thigh. Spencer pushes your leg up, allowing you to hook it around his waist. In-between open-mouthed kisses moving swiftly down your chest, he murmurs a gentle, “you’re so, so pretty.”

Again, you’ve never said you’re strong. A moan desperately falls from your lips. You watch carefully as his eyes glide over your white panties or, more specifically, the small bow on the front of them. As they then lift to meet your starry ones, his fingers find the fabric covering your core.

“Is this okay?”

And you nod.

Any other day, he’d be hellbent on making you say it aloud but, for right now, after so long without you, a simple nod will suffice.

He moves the fabric to the side and gathers the surprising amount of wetness on his fingertips only to drag it upwards and start circling your clit. A buck of your hips makes him grin.

“What do you want?” Spencer asks gently, fingers speeding up, effectively rendering you speechless.

“Uh–fingers?”

He nods, letting two digits slip inside your entrance. The tips of his fingers hit your sweet spot on the first curl, making you whine and clench. “Good girl,” he praises while his other hand strokes the outside of your thigh soothingly.

The slight stretch turns into a throbbing sensation that makes your head spin. With every thrust, his palm hits your sensitive clit. You drip into his hand while whines leave your mouth.

His eyes never once leave your red face. He revels in how your lips part in a silent cry. This moment was only just a part of his reverie when he was away, the lonely hotel room being kept tolerable by every memory he’s accumulated of you since you met. Now that you’re wrapped around him outside of some petulant daydream, he can say everything is perfect.

In a fit of absolute need, your hips grind against his hand. His voice comes in a delicate whisper in your ear, “that’s it… you need more?”

A whine and an eager nod brings upon an instantly quicker pace. Driving into your G-spot, he makes sure to keep a consistent pace that makes your legs shake. It’s this pace that makes you embarrassingly close to coming already.

Your thighs clamp around his hand with force. You babble, barely coherent, “Spencer– I–I can’t… can’t–”

But it seems he couldn’t care at all less because he simply shushes you and places a sticky peck to your mouth. “Yes, you can, you’re doing so good.”

Breathing becomes difficult as his thrusts never once falter. The repeated bruising force against your most sensitive and sweetest point is quick to force you into a suspended state of fog and brain-curdling bliss. You’re uncertain on what the reason is as to why you desperately try to stop his motions but you’re glad he doesn’t let you. Because the moment he hits that spot one more time, you’re severely gone.

His lips leave gentle kisses all over your face as he patiently waits for your high to fall. And when it does, he’s right there to kiss you properly, as if communicating his love for you in a way you’ll understand in your haze.

“Do you think you can give me one more?” he mutters in a question, still pressing sickeningly sweet pecks down your neck.

As tired as your body is from only one orgasm, you crave impossibly more from him. So, you sigh, “yeah.”

Your underwear–the unnecessary barrier it is–is pulled down your legs slowly. After it’s been discarded on the floor, Spencer moves to your side, pulling your leg over his lap. He pulls the negligee further up your stomach before returning his hand to its rightful place between your thighs.

The embarrassing amount of wetness is collected by his fingers and spread over you teasingly. How sensitive you are is obvious by the whimpers slipping out of you uncontrolled. So, when his two digits make contact with your swollen clit, you turn your head and moan into his chest.

“Spencer, please,” you whine.

His free hand rubs circles into your waist. “I got you, baby,” he coos, “it’s okay.”

With no resistance, his fingers slip inside you again, your walls accommodating him immediately. This time, you can already tell, you won’t last long at all. Of course, he presses against your G-spot, but now, without any mercy.

Your core clenches with every rough thrust inside you. His shirt makes for something to muffle your cries.

“Fuck, S–Spencer, I’m gonna come again,” you mumble rapidly against him.

“Yeah?”

An eager nod against his chest seems to make him want to delay your impending orgasm. He takes his fingers out of you to toy with your clit instead. Although a minor setback that makes you whimper, his quickly moving hand moves in circles that bring that pleasure back even more intense.

It builds fast in your lower stomach, so fast your eyes roll back and your hips try to get away. But he’s too consistent. Your walls flutter around nothing as your second orgasm of the evening hits you hard. Spencer’s fingers work you through as you contract against them. A stream of fluid gushes out of your center, successfully soaking the sheets. It’s unfamiliar and something you never knew you were capable of.

The gentle circles he makes on your clit after you come dissipate into nothing as he looks down at you.

You mumble, voice laced with exasperation, “I’ve never done that… before.”

He knew, of course, that you’ve yet to do that with him but he is surprised that this time had been the first in your life.

“No?”

“I’m sorry.”

A surprised and honestly affectionate laugh leaves him. “Why?”

“I made a mess.”

“A mess that can be cleaned. Right now, that’s not something you need to think about.”

You look down at the lingerie you put on for him and smile bashfully, “you really like it?”And he does nothing but nod. “I love it.”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x you #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid fanfic #dr spencer reid

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mywritersmind · 8 months ago

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Fewtrell reader is staying over at Maxs and hes out and Lando comes over and asks “is he home?” and she offers to let him in and wait and the tension is HIGHHH (hes her childhood crush) and you can be creative from here. 🫣

FUCK WITH MY HEAD - LN4

listen up : banter banter banter!! mentions of sex. ty for the request this like vibe is always in my mind (flirty bantery brothers best friend)

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I’m not even dressed yet, but the consistent knocking and ringing of the doorbell is driving me mad, “Whoever you are, you better have a good reason!” I yell at the unknown person as I yank open the door, only a towel wrapped around me. “Of course it’s you.”

“Wow, not even a hello? And I thought we were friends.” Lando Norris stands in front of me, holding his chest like I've hurt his heart. His eyes check out my towel situation before asking, “Your brother home?”

I practically groan in his face, walking away from the door, “You couldn’t have texted him!? He’s gone for another hour.” I say as I slam the door of the guest bedroom closed so I can change in peace.

I hear the front door shut, “Someone’s in a good mood today.” I mock him only for myself to see as I pull on white shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

I walk back out, breathing deeply and reminding myself that he can’t get to me if I don’t let him, “You’re sort of ruining my only time alone this week.” I’m visiting my brother and as much as I love the guy, he’s fucking obnoxious to live with.

“Had to listen to P and Max go at it, huh?” He leans over the counter, taking a crisp from my bowl.

I make a disgusted face at him, “You’re disgusting and you know for a fact I would be gone if that happened.”

“Wish I was spared from their sex life.” I roll my eyes and pour myself some water, “So… How’s your trip been?”

Small talk? Seriously weird coming from Lando.

“Why are you here anyways?” I don’t answer his question, he stands and joins me at my side, “You know that phone you have? It actually can message someone so you don’t randomly show up to their house!” I smile and blink at him.

He takes another crisp, “But then I wouldn’t be getting this lovely time with you.” I shake my head as I sip my water, pretending not to notice Lando’s eyes roam my body.

It’s a weird feeling to look back at your childhood crush in general; but when your childhood crush is your best friend's brother, famous, rich, and ridiculously attractive, it’s even worse.

Lando Norris was the object of my desire at thirteen and clearly I was onto something. He's dressed in a black shirt and jeans, sporting sneakers and a singular ring on his middle finger.

Still, like every historically accurate childhood crush, Lando never showed any interest. Until we hit our 20s and Lando learned how to flirt.

I don’t see him often, we would run into each other during breaks or holidays. I watch quadrant videos while I do my makeup or races while I pick out an outfit, but Lando hasn’t been this close to me in a while.

The last time we were like this was the beginning of last year. Like I said, we see each other for some holidays. I happened to be invited to his and Max’s new year’s party.

I also happened to be Lando’s new year's kiss. Maybe a bit more, but a lady never tells.

I fake sweetness, twirling my hair, “I’m honored! Lando Norris likes,” My voice goes dry and I walk away from him, “ruining my me time!”

I hear him chuckle as I sit on the couch with my food and phone, “You get sassier everytime I see you.”

I bite into my food, “As I should.”

“And hotter.” I’m paused with my food halfway in my mouth. What the fuck.

I take a breath, not daring to look back, “You shouldn’t say shit like that.”

“Why? I know you like it.” how is his voice attractive?

I turn around, he’s got a shit eating grin on his face, leaning back against the counter. “Max.” I say simply.

“Last time I checked,” He pushes off the counter, walking to the couch and looking down at me, “Max isn’t here.”

“You’re getting far too optimistic.” I look up at him, “Fame going to your head?”

“No I think it’s just you…” His gaze stays fixed on me, “In my head, I mean.” He does this shit too often. Gets in my head while boosting his confidence. I blush and he smirks, it’s a sick cycle that I can’t help but love.

His eyes are glued to mine, I narrow them, trying to figure out his aim here.

“Get in line.” I roll my eyes and turn back to my food and open my phone. I see him bite back a smile, jumping over the couch and laying face up.

He tilts his head back at me while I text my friend, “So… Uni. How many boyfriends have you got?”

I don’t look at him, “I’m currently dating my textbooks. Who has the time?”

“Alright, how many fuck buddies you got?” I eye him, all cute and upside down.

I put my phone down, “You really wanna know the truth?”

“Are my feelings gonna get hurt?”

I look away and he sits up, looking at me in that way I hate so much. It’s not even been twenty minutes and he’s already fucking with my head.

He scoots closer to me and I push my hand over his face to get him away, “You’re ridiculous. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

He doesn’t look away, he never seems to have an issue with eye contact when it comes to me, “What am I doing?” His tone is egging me on, “Go on. Tell me.”

I shake my head, “You’ve got that look in your eye… Like how you looked at me during new years.” The corner of his mouth lifts at the memory.

“Is that a bad thing?”

I sigh, what am I supposed to do? We never talked about it. Max could never know. And as attracted to him as I am, It will never happen again.

I tilt my head a bit, “What are you gonna Lando? Fuck me on my brothers couch?” I catch the slight blush on his cheeks, how his eyes flicker down.

Then he looks back up at me, but not meeting my eyes, his smile grows, “Seems like a pretty appealing offer right now.”

I groan and stand up, “I’m resuming my me time, try not to break anything.”

“You’re not slick, darling! Think of me when you touch yourself.” He blows me a kiss, I reply with my middle finger.

#fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 imagine #lando norris #lando norris fanfic #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #lando x reader #lando imagine #f1 fic

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maybankcore · 1 year ago

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rafe cameron — nsfw alphabet ༝༚༝༚

context : the alphabet.. but each letter has a new rafe cameron nsfw/sfw concept. this is also bunny!reader x rafe.

tws : smut, nsfw, rafe x sweet/bunny reader, cream pie, voyeurism, brief degrading, brief daddy kink. fingering, porn/nudes, tying reader up, oral sex, a ton of nsfw headcanons.

A: aftercare • you would tend to get sleep almost immediately after you come, and the first thing rafe does is take you to the bathroom and let you pee so u don’t get a UTI, n he’ll probably wait outside and keep asking “u done baby?” ‘till you clean up. and obviously, after the oh so harddd task of peeing, he’ll carry you back to bed. rafe somehow doesn’t get tired after sex, but seeing you already get lazy eyed, he has no choice but to lay down with his little bun and cuddle up with her.

B: boobs. literally boobs. • rafe loves your tits, and he loves grabbing them even more. he’ll randomly come up behind you when you’re doing your makeup, hair, etc. and just grab ur boobs. he loves the way they fit perfectly in his big palm, and how flustered you get too. “rafe! stop— i’m doing my makeup!!” you’d say, as you wave his hands away, feigning annoyance. “relax baby, their just too tempting.” rafe snickered, smirking. rafe just can’t get enough of them, especially when your wearing the thin, baby pink, lacy top from victoria’s secret.

C: cum • okay, rafe knows that he has to use a condom, blah blah blah. but on those days where he just needs a good, raw, fuck.. trust me, he’d cum inside you, making sure every inch of his hot cum fills you up to the brim. and rest assured, you’d hate and love it at the same time.

D: dirty talk • he’d soooo dirty talk you in public, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, knowing how wet your sweet pussy gets just by the sound of his voice. he’d sometimes say the most vile things about what he’d to you when you both get home.

“do you really think i’m not noticing your blowjob eyes as i’m golfing, huh? y’know.. i’d love seeing those eyes of yours when i’m fucking you endlessly. making you cum so hard. oh god, baby, i can hear those pretty moans of yours already. hmm?” he’d huskily whisper, inches by the shell of your ear. and then, he’d walk off as if nothing happened. leaving you anticipated for the entire day, squeezing your thighs and drinking an excessive amount of water to help with the heat building in your cheeks.

E: experience • rafe deffo has experience with sex. but i wouldn’t call him the biggest man-whore, since he met you in s2 of obx, i’d say he had 4 bodies by then. 2 of them being random hookups and the other 2 being girls from a short term relationship w/ him. i also hc that bunny!reader would have a few bodies, but would act like she’s a virgin just for rafe, similar to how maddie perez did it.

F: fingering • mmm, rafe is a master at fingering. he knows how to get your pussy wet and make it even wetter when he’s touching you. he’d start off with just a few strokes on your clothed pussy, building up tension that you so desperately want to release. n then when you’d get all needy he’d slide your panties down and spread your thighs.

you’d position yourself on his lap, head on his shoulder, looking at him with your big bambi eyes, pleading. and he’d slowly circle your clit in circular motions, taking pleasure in the way your hips jerked and lips parted with heavy breaths. and then he’d sink two fingers in, slowly at first, and then going faster. the cold touch of his golden rings slipping between your lips made you moan. loud. and in amidst of all this, he’d be doing some random thing on his laptop, but secretly taking a voice memo of your sweet moans. to obviously jerk off to later, you really think he’d pleasure you and restrict himself from doing it later on?

G: g-spot • imagine no guy has actually found your g-spot before, they’d just fuck you and you’d get that tiny ounce of pleasure that made you cum, but when rafe first fingered you, curling up his fingers to hit that sweet spot that only you yourself could find, you UNRAVELED. i’m sure he was shocked at how loud you moaned. he had thought you’d never gotten fingered before. but when you told him that no guy had actually fingered you that good, he was both pleased and shook. “what d’you mean no one’s found your g-spot? isn’t that like— the main thing in sex??” but to be honest.. him being the only guy that found your g-spot really boosted his confidence lol.

H: hair • rafe absolutely loves your hair, playing with it, braiding it, seeing how it drapes over your shoulders elegantly. he had never met someone who takes care of their hair like their life depends on it. you’d have serums, hair masks, good hair days and bad hair days, and rafe was all here for it.

(this is for my curly hair readers btw). sometimes when your hair wasn’t cooperating you’d get annoyed and bang your hairbrush against your head, clearly disheveling your hair, and rafe would come over and brush it for you. putting in your gel, mousse and even diffusing it.

rafe also is weirdly obsessed with how your hair smells, he’d bury his shoulder into it, or randomly smell it throughout the day, and once he’d even gotten wheeze to smell your hair.. “her hair smells so good right? i don’t even know how, it just smells fuckin’ amazing.” he’d proudly state, and you not being sure if wether that’s creepy or cute.

I: initials (tattooed) • right on his chest, beneath his heart, are the two letters of your name, more so, your initials. Y/N.Y/L/N written in a bold, italic font. and right next to it is your favorite animal, a bunny. you were struck when he had actually gotten a whole ass bunny tatted next to your initial!!

J: jerking off in ur absence • whenever rafe has trips, or if you’ve been away for some time, rafe deffo jerks off to pictures you sent to him. you’d send a teasing mirror pic of you getting dressed, your hand covering your nipples. and then you’d send a soapy tit pic of you in the shower. but lastly, a day before you come back, you’d send the hottest picture of you in rafes favorite pink lingerie set, playing with yourself and moaning rafes name. leaving him needy and desperate until he lands..

K: kinks • omg the amount of kinks u and rafe would share imagine him fucking you for the first time and slowly starts roughing you up, only to see you cooperate and urge him to do more. the smirk on his facee😩.

L: location (where you fuck) • personally, public sex is a huge turn in for rafe, but being the little slut you are, it’s an even bigger turn-on for you. obviously you’d fuck in his bed or yours, and sometimes i’m the couch or kitchen counter. rafe would also take you on the druthers boat and make you ride his lap, stopping when a boat comes buy, your sweaty face and messed up outfit being evident.

M: marks • rafe would leave hickeys everywhere. stomach, thighs, neck, collarbone, shoulders, tits, even inches away from your pussy. you’d leave bite marks on rafe, scratches illuminating his back, and lipstick stains all over his collar and cheek.

N: nudes • he just has a hidden album filled with your nudes. wether its videos of you both fucking, teasing pictures you’d send him of your bikini try ons, or you fingering your self. he’d also have voice memos of your moans saved. p.s, rafe would so ask you to talk about something random for a minute on voice memos and jerk off to your voice.

O: only fans acc • a little similar to the one on top ^. but imagine making an only fans account where ur only follower/subscriber is rafe. and trust, he will act like a whole ass fan. he’ll comment on your videos; “omg ur so hot can i request food play” with a +400$ message next to it. youd livestream and he’d be your only viewer, talking you through playing with yourself. and when i mean he’s a fan, i mean this man would literally pay you 1000$ per month as per his ‘subscription’..

P: plushies • whilst fucking you hard, rafe would grab your favorite plushy and tell you to hold it. he found it so fucking hot seeing you cling onto the soft toy, bringing it to your mouth to bite onto to hold back your loud moans.

Q: quickies • yall would deffo have quick fucks in between parties, hangouts, dinners, etc. sometimes if your ovulating you’d practically beg on your knees for a quickie with rafe. “rafeyy, please. if you don’t do anything i’ll go to the bathroom n’deal with it myself!” you whine, nudging his arm to get up from his seat at an event. and obviously, he gives in. every. single. time.

R: riding his thigh • when your extremely horny, and need an immediate relief youd prop yourself on rafes thigh and start grinding. this would be your only option as he’d dismiss your attempts to make him fuck you, so he’d tap his thigh and say “if your really that horny jus’ ride my thigh. cmon, you wanted to come, right?”. you’d get so wet, making a mess on his sweatpants.

S: sucking his dick • messy blowjobs>>. sucking him off after a hard day, at a party when he’s high and needy, or right after you went to his family dinner. you’d look so perfect with your big, glossy eyes staring up at him. head bobbing as you perfectly swirl the pad of your tongue against the base of his cock. him groaning and praising your amazing head-giving skills.

T: tying you up • hands above your head, a belt knotted against both your wrists, restraining you from pushing rafe away whilst he fucks you mindlessly. rafe would be destroying you, pounding in and out as you take the pleasure like a good girl. you are his little bun, after all.

U: unfair • teasing you when your sat on his lap, waiting for him to finish off his work, whilst he slowly and lightly circles your clit. “daddy, i really need you.” you’d moan in his ear. “i know baby, i know. daddies gotta finish this off first, ‘kay?” and so you waited, only for him to go into the shower, not even letting you in.

V: voyeurism • sliding your panties off and stuffing it in his pocket is his favorite thing to do when he’s off golfing whilst your sitting in your garden chair, feeling the coldness of the air blowing against your sticky cunt. not being able to fix the unbearable tension in your pulsing clit, and having to wait till you get home.

W: what/how big is he • a whopping 7.3 inches. a tad bit specific ik, but the way he’d ruin you.. and what’s funny is the fact that rafe knows he’s big!! and he knows that you can take it too.

X: ion know what to put for this one.. so i’m gonna put a random hc of rafe.. • has a weird food play kink?.. i just feel like he’d take ice cream and lick it off your tits, or spread chocolate syrup all over your nipples and stomach and lick it off too. (obviously nothing down there, don’t wanna get a yeast infection).

Y: ‘your too big!’ • lining himself up against you, seeing his big cock already needy of slamming into you, made you worry. your eyes slightly widened at his size, how the fuck is he gonna fit?. “rafey, i don’t think it’s gonna fit.. your too big.” you mustered out, wanting but at the same time not wanting him. “shhh bun, ts’ gunna fit, i’ll go realll slow? okay baby?” he stated, making you ease up and unclench your pussy, allowing full entrance. he slowly slid inside you, already owning a long moan and scatters of whimpers escaping your mouth. he went in further, and you took him in fully. “good girl, i told you it’d fit.”

Z: also have no idea, so another random hc one again! • loves seeing you spit out his cum after sucking him off. just seeing his cum drop down your chin turns him on sm and makes him hard asf.

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jinxvex · 5 months ago

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PLEASSSSEEEE SOME MEL APPRECIATION!! I WANT SOME SMUTTY SWEATY SMUT WITH AFTERCARE PLSOSL

♱ insatiable. ♱

I LOVE THIS REQ!! TY!! + i am still alive, i promise! i've been lazy w/ writing but i'm getting back on the grind!!

(ALSO! i'm not ignoring your asks (i swear!!))

syp. messy tribbing with mel....

cw: nsfw content!!, tribbing/scissoring, dirty talk, sub-ish!mel, dom-ish!reader, praising/sweet sex, lil bit of teasing, lil bit nasty, vulgar language, AFTERCARE!!! she’s needy for u!

mel medarda is insatiable when it comes to you—completely, utterly, and truly insatiable.

mel is usually one to be perfectly put together. you marvel at how perfect she is; not a hair out of place, no stains on her designer clothing, and not a single piece of gold jewelry twisted or mismatched in any way. she takes pride in her appearance and how people view her as a spectacle; someone to admire and strive to be.

oh! what the people would think if they saw her now…

mel is perched comfortably above you, having found the perfect position to pin you down and grind her sloppy wet pussy against yours. her hands grip your shoulders while yours dig into her hips so she can't run. she’s propped one of your legs up on her shoulder to get as close as possible, mouth open wide in the shape of an O. she’s dripping wet, cunt sensitive, and stretched out from the various ways in which you fingered her, fucked her with the strap, and then some.

she still can’t get enough.

“god! f-fuck, you feel incredible. s-so good,” she’s repeating herself over and over, brain blurry and filled with only images of you and the way you make her fully feel. the way your pussy, which is almost as wet as hers, feels against her has her mind reeling.

your shared wetness is leaking down onto the bed, creating a large, cold wet spot below you. you're groaning at how her pussy kisses yours, a short string of cum gathering between you two each time you meet. her pace is slow, and calculated. like everything she does.

you laugh, enthralled at her desire, “yeah, baby? you fuckin’ like grinding your needy little cunt on me? after all the times you came? you’re all stretched out ‘n you’re still begging for more, ‘s cute.”

the tone in which she responds is nothing short of pleading.

“hmph. mhm! fuck yes, babe. i need you. need you to let me come all over you. wanna make a mess f’you."

“p-please…”

her need—her longing ignites a new sense of urgency in you. you need to make her gush, make her pussy cream over yours, and create something so fucking messy but still beautiful nevertheless.

you want to paint her in you.

you quicken your hips that hastily move upwards to meet hers and find your head lifting off of the bed to stare deeper into her eyes. your grip on her hips grows slightly painful. mel lets out an abrupt yelp, resembling a scream, signifying her surprise.

“keep goin’, melly. wanna feel that pussy cum. you’re gonna fucking make a mess all over me, princess.”

you continue.

“make yourself cum. gimme that shit, babe. yeeeah, gimme that pretty fuckin' pussy.”

she stills, hips stuttering and eyes rolling to the back of her skull.

“f-fuhh- oh my god! m’ cumming!”

“me too, baby, fuck! can feel you throbbing.”

and with those words alone, she’s gushing against you, clutching your leg in her hands in a silent scream and mouth wide open. she rides out her high, broken moans and cries falling from her lips, breaking her pleasure-induced silence.

“that’s it, melly, f-fuuuck. give it to me."

miraculously, her pussy is drenching your lower half in her cum—mixing with yours and it’s beautiful.

white clouds her vision, droplets of sweat dripping down her brows as she collapses on top of you. she quickly wraps her arms around you and she’s breathing heavily.

she’s definitely done for the night.

as she buries her head into your shoulder, your arms cage her in and wrap around her back. you break your own silence to praise her, worship her like she deserves.

“mm, good girl. you did so good for me, gorgeous.”

“you came so hard, didn’t you, baby?”

she nods, unable to speak.

“yeah, babe. you deserve it.”

mel then looks up, eyebrows furrowed and capturing your eyes with her fucked-out gaze. her lips part.

she inches closer to your lips, “kiss, please.”

“of course, c’mere.”

when you kiss her, you do it softly by cupping her smooth face in your hands and gently guiding her lips along yours. she can still taste herself on your tongue and that makes her close in even deeper, appreciating the closeness and intimacy of truly feeling herself within you.

you break the kiss to look at her, you smile and stifle a laugh at her disheveled state although you still see her as the most beautiful, magnificent gift the world could ever offer you.

“wha-what’s so funny!” she jokingly accuses you of nothing and everything all at once.

“nothing, you just- you’re beautiful, melly. i love you.”

“and, i love you, sweetheart.”

your smile deepens, “good. now let’s go shower.”

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lmk if y'all want more aftercare for future writings... i need to practice with it!!

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prettygirl-gabi · 4 months ago

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Headcanon/one-shot

Heyyy i wanted to do both headcanon and a one-shot so I combined them

Headcanons – Married Life with Paige, Nevaeh, and Your Fur Babies

• Your little family is everything Paige ever dreamed of. She swore basketball was the love of her life, but the moment she married you and you two had Nevaeh, she realized nothing could compare.

• The Dachshund and the Cat Rule the House. Kobe, your spoiled dachshund, is obsessed with Paige and always curls up on her lap the second she sits down. Mocha, your sassy cat, only acknowledges Paige when she wants something, but she’s your little shadow, following you everywhere.

• Nevaeh Is the Definition of Chaos and Cuteness. She’s a perfect mix of you both—stubborn like Paige, sweet like you, and way too energetic. She loves watching basketball with Paige and trying to dribble in the house, but she also insists on twirling in her tutu because she wants to do “all the cool things Mama did too.”

• Game Day Traditions. Whether Paige is playing in the WNBA or just watching with y’all at home, Vee wears her mini jersey, sitting between you both with her tiny foam finger. Paige hypes her up like she’s calling plays, and Nevaeh eats it up, running around yelling, “Let’s goooo, team!”

• Fast Forward to Age 6-7 – The Athlete & The Dancer. Nevaeh is determined to be the best at both basketball and dance. She wears her little leotard under her basketball shorts and tells Paige, “I wanna be just like you, Mama…but also like Mommy!” Paige teases that she’s going to be the first ballerina in the WNBA, and Vee takes it so seriously.

• Soft Nights Never Change. Even I when Nevaeh gets older, she still climbs into bed with you two on occasion, snuggling between you and Paige, saying, “Mama, Mommy, I love you.” Paige never stops looking at you like you hung the moon, and your little family is her greatest win.

Story – “Our Biggest Win”

The sound of tiny feet running across the hardwood floors jolts you from sleep before you even get a chance to fully wake up. You groan, barely processing the weight of a small body launching itself onto the bed.

Paige, beside you, lets out a sleepy, “Ugh, Vee, what time is it?” as Nevaeh giggles and climbs onto her stomach.

“It’s morning time, Mama!” Nevaeh declares, bouncing on Paige, her wild curls sticking up in every direction.

You peek at the clock—6:43 AM. Too early for this level of energy. You groan and reach out to pull her back into your arms. “Baby, it’s Saturday. The sun isn’t even up yet.”

“But Mommy! Today’s my first basketball practice and my dance class!” Nevaeh wiggles in excitement, eyes shining as she looks between you and Paige. “I’m gonna be so good!”

Paige stretches, rubbing her eyes before pulling Vee into a tight hug. “I know you are, baby girl. But your moms need at least ten more minutes of sleep.”

Nevaeh pouts dramatically. “Fine, but only ‘cause I love you.” She snuggles between the two of you, her tiny hands grabbing onto Paige’s hoodie while she presses her face into your chest.

Kobe, your spoiled dachshund, takes the opportunity to claim the rest of the bed, hopping up and curling right against Paige’s legs. Mocha, your diva of a cat, sits on the dresser, judging the chaos with an unimpressed flick of her tail.

After a few more minutes of stolen sleep (or pretending to sleep while Vee wiggles with excitement), you finally get up, helping her into her little basketball shorts and sneakers. Underneath, she wears her pink dance leotard.

Paige chuckles as she kneels in front of Nevaeh, tying her sneakers. “You’re really wearing both, huh?”

Nevaeh nods, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I have to! Mama plays basketball, and Mommy did dance. I wanna do both! I gotta be the bestest at everything.”

You smile, smoothing down her curls before kissing her forehead. “You already are, baby.”

Paige grins, ruffling Nevaeh’s hair. “You got my handles and Mommy’s grace. We’re in trouble.”

The drive to the gym is full of Nevaeh bouncing in her car seat, swinging her legs as she talks nonstop about how she’s going to make so many baskets and do the prettiest twirls.

At practice, Paige sits beside you, an arm slung over your shoulder as you both watch Nevaeh dribble a ball almost half her size.

“She’s gonna be a problem,” Paige murmurs, watching with pure adoration as Vee crosses over—sloppy, but determined.

You smirk, nudging her. “Like mother, like daughter.”

Halfway through, when the team moves to scrimmage, Nevaeh stops mid-play, runs to you both, and dramatically announces, “Okay, I’m ready for my ballet now.”

You laugh as Paige groans. “Vee, you can’t just—”

But she’s already off, spinning in a circle on the court, making her coach sigh in amusement.

“She’s got your stubbornness,” you tease.

“And your flair for the dramatic,” Paige shoots back, shaking her head but unable to stop smiling.

Later that night, after an exhausting day of basketball drills and ballet twirls, Nevaeh curls up in bed between you both, already half-asleep.

“Mama…Mommy…?” she mumbles, her little voice slurring with exhaustion.

“Yeah, baby?” Paige whispers, brushing her fingers through Nevaeh’s hair.

“I love you.”

Paige melts instantly, pulling her close. You press a kiss to the top of her head, whispering, “We love you more, Vee.”

As Nevaeh drifts off, Kobe snoring at Paige’s feet and Mocha curled up in your lap, Paige looks at you with the softest smile.

“I’ve won a lot of games,” she murmurs, squeezing your hand. “But this? This is my biggest win.”

You lean into her, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Ours.”

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ellies-moth-to-a-flame · 20 days ago

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Surprise

Ellie Williams x Reader

Summary: In which you surprise your girlfriend with a set of piercings she never thought you would get…

Warnings: SMUT. MDNI. Modern AU. Streamer! Ellie. Nipple Piercings. Oral r!receiving, fingering r! receiving. Ellie is hopelessly in love with you. Hickeys. Breast kissing and sucking. Use of pet names (babe, baby, love, princess). Lmk if I missed any! 2k words

A/N: My first time writing a fic so bear with me! Will try to keep this as short as possible but who knows? This is purely self-indulgent as this thought randomly popped into my head. Enjoy reading my loves <3

You had woken up early in the morning, the thought had been swirling in your mind for weeks now. The appointment had been set for a while, all that was left to do was go to the tattoo parlor, without Ellie knowing or becoming suspicious.

Ellie rolls over in bed to face you, wrapping her arms around your waist, burying her face in your neck, inhaling your scent, “Good morning, baby..”

That morning voice of hers could make any girl weak in the knees. You look down at her softly, smiling into her hair and kissing the top of her head, “Good morning, Ellie, you comfy there?”

“Very”, she says while looking up at you now, her eyes soft, giving you a sense of warmth. She looks at you in awe, her hands tangling in your hair, “Have anything planned today, babe?” You look down at her with a slight, mischievous glare, but not enough for her to pick up on.

“No, I don't think so, El, just have to run a few errands…”

“Do you want me to go with you? I'm not streaming til around 2 today.” She looks over you softly, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.

You shake your head. “No, I'll be okay, baby, but thanks for offering.” You move to sit up and stretch, groaning as you rub the sleep from your eyes. Giggling, you look over to her with a smile and a glint in your eye. She quirks her brow at you, “What's that look for?” You wink at her, fidgeting with your hands, “Oh, nothing, I just love you.”

She keeps her eyebrow raised but doesn't say anything else and nods.

“I better start getting ready, I'll be back in time for your stream though”, you say, kissing the side of her cheek. She nods and smiles up at you. “Okay, baby, I'll be here.” You stand up to get ready, wearing a simple outfit consisting of a tight-fitting cropped tank top, throwing a hoodie over that, and some sweatpants, while also pulling your hair out of your face and into a bun. You glance back at Ellie lying down, curled up in the blankets, she's scrolling on her phone absentmindedly.

“I'll be back in a few hours, baby,” you say, looking down while tying your shoes. She looks up at you, nodding, “Okay, baby, I love you, text if you need anything.” You smile and start to walk out, closing the door and heading out to your car. You start to drive to the tattoo parlor, nerves building up, wondering if she'll even like them or not. You bite your lip but shake your head, knowing what you're thinking is just your anxiety talking.

You park outside, taking a deep breath before stepping out and heading inside. Greeted by the receptionist, you wait to be called back while signing a consent form. Taken back to the room, you lie down on the bed, waiting for the piercer to come into the room. When it's done and over with, you look at them in the mirror, you gasp and thank the piercer, and go to the front to pay. You run a few more errands before going home.

Walking inside, you're greeted by sounds of Ellie screaming and cursing, probably yelling at random kids on Roblox or Fortnite. You set your things down and walk into Ellie's gaming room, gazing at her for a little bit before making your presence known. You clear your throat, making Ellie glance up at you, smiling widely, “Ugh, finally you’re home, I was starting to wonder where you were.”

Blushing, you walk closer to her, “Well, I'm here now,” you smile and kiss her cheek softly.

“Chat, this is my beautiful girlfriend, say hi to her”. Your cheeks redden as you look at her computer, smiling nervously, and see hundreds of comments filter through the chat. “Got a lot of people watching you, babe…”

She nods and laughs lowly, “Yeah, it's crazy how much my channel has blown up in the past month, but I couldn't have done it without you”. You smile down at her and nod, “I'm so proud of you, El.”

You walk out of the room after a while to go make dinner, you continue to hear Ellie screaming at the chat, laughing, you roll your eyes. While waiting for dinner to cook in the oven, you figure you might as well show Ellie your surprise. You walk back into her gaming room, you stand off to the side so her camera can't see you. You look at her nervously, face reddening more, “I have a surprise for you, baby…”

She looks up at you, confused, “Oh yeah? What's that love..? Hold on a second, chat, my girlfriend here says she has a surprise for me…” You smirk and start to blush more. You lift off your hoodie, throwing it onto the couch in the corner of the room. Ellie looks up at you, confused, not knowing where this is going.

You reach down to lift up your top, your boobs slipping out of your shirt, displaying your newly pierced nipples. Ellie's eyes widen, and she gasps. She looks back at the stream and murmurs quickly, “Gotta go, guys, I'll make up the rest of the stream with a really long one tomorrow.”

She turns off the stream and looks back at you.

“W-Whats this for baby?” Ellie can't stop staring. She reaches up to brush her fingers over your boobs, biting her lower lip lightly.

“They’re for you, Ellie, do you like them..?” You glance down at her nervously, hissing slightly when her fingers brush over the piercings.

“Like them? Oh baby, I love them, they suit you so well…”

“I was worried you think they'd be weird…” Ellie shakes her head vigorously, she stands, looking over you softly,

“Not weird at all babe, you're gorgeous.”

She moves closer to you now, her hands resting on the sides of your waist, she whispers lowly, “You are making me very turned on right now love.”

You glance up at her with a smirk, “Oh yeah…?”

Ellie nods, her grip on your waist tightening, backing you out of the room and into your shared bedroom, moving until your legs hit the back of the bed, forcing you to lie down. You bite your lip, squirming slightly. “Ellie…”

She smirks and lifts your shirt off the rest of the way. “My pretty baby, all mine…”

She leans her head down to bury her face in your neck, leaving light kisses in a trail down to your boobs, staring at the metal bars that rest on your nipples. Starting to leave kisses and light hickeys, you gasp and your hands move up to tug on her hair lightly “Baby…”

“I know, princess… I'm gonna give you what you want, I promise.” You nod and look over her softly while she leaves more hickies across your skin, making small moans erupt from you. She smirks and starts venturing down your body, leaving small kisses on the expanse of your stomach.

“Ellie, please, no more teasing…”

She smirks and bites at the skin on your hip, “Patience, love.”

You look down at her with lust in your eyes, licking your lips softly, smiling lightly. She moves down to lay between your legs, her fingers toy with the waistband of your sweatpants, “Let's get these off hm?” you glance at her with nervousness in your eyes, though this is not your first time with her, there is a slight charge and a difference in the air this time. You give her permission to slide off your pants, lifting your hips to make it easier for her.

She glances down, already seeing a wet spot forming in your panties, “So wet already for me baby…”

You nod and whine quietly, “Please, Ellie, I need you…”

Ellie nods and looks up at you softly, “I know, baby, I'm getting there.”

She continues kissing and nipping at the skin on your stomach and hips, gripping your thighs, moving her face closer to where you so badly need her. Her hands reach up, raking over the metal bars going through your nipples. “Gonna be good for me, right princess?”

You nod fast and eagerly, “Yes Ellie—fuck, yes I'm gonna be good…”

The way she looks up at you, could make your skin crawl, the intensity and emotion in her eyes, it lights something inside of you, making you want her even more.

Ellie slips her hands down from your boobs, starting to slide off your panties, eyeing you carefully, making sure you still want this. You nod, staying silent, letting her know what you want, and giving her permission. She takes your panties off all the way, glancing down at your glistening pussy, licking her lips absentmindedly, mumbling to herself “Such a pretty pussy, and all mine too…”

She moves up her hand, her thumb resting against your clit lightly, her tongue laying flat against your folds, making you let out a broken moan, reaching down to grasp at the sheets underneath you, muttering under your breath, “Ellie—fuck, please! Need you so bad baby…” You look down at her with puppy eyes, pleading now for her touch.

She looks up at you smugly, moving her head down, peppering kisses over your pussy, before finally sucking on your clit, she reaches down, sliding a finger into you slowly, barely moving. With her free hand, she uses this excuse to reach up and squeeze at your boobs, feeling the plush skin under her fingertips.

Feeling her touch all over your skin, your hips buck, chasing that desire. She adds another finger into your pussy, starting to move them faster, spreading you wide, curling them against the spot that she knows makes you go crazy for her. The noises coming out of you are obscene, knowing that her charm on you is working. She sucks at your clit harsher, wanting to get you to the edge, right before you fall.

Her movements are practiced, knowing what makes you tick, and hearing your moans, spurs her on more. “You sound so pretty for me, keep making those noise for me princess.”

You're almost there, her touch feather-light on your skin, her words of praise, and how she is able to unravel you, makes you even more undone for her. Her fingers work faster inside of you, while the finger on your clit moves in back and forth motions, the feeling making you gasp and moan her name, over and over.

“Gonna cum for me baby? I know you want to, can feel you clenching around m’fingers…” You nod fast and aggressively, knuckles white while gripping the sheets as hard as you can, your back arching off the bed. You feel yourself clench around Ellie’s fingers one more time before you let go, going limp against the bed, feeling absolutely spent. She smirks up at you, slipping her fingers out of your pussy and lapping at your slick on your folds. Her fingers reach up, tracing over your lips, you open your mouth, giving her permission to slip them in. You suck on her fingers gently, tasting yourself, making Ellie mumble something incoherently

She slips her fingers out, moving up to lay beside you, lying down, she pulls you into her side, resting your head on her chest, she kisses your forehead. “Thanks for the surprise baby…”

Giggling and blushing, you look up at her softly, kissing her jaw lightly, “You're welcome El.” Cuddling closer to her, you feel her gaze staring down at your chest. “Did they hurt?”

You shake your head no. “Not too bad, it just felt like a really hard pinch…” You shrug and stare off at the wall, humming contentedly. She nods and smiles down at you, and while she's doing this, the oven timer goes off, indicating dinner is ready.

She smirks and laughs a bit, “Perfect timing…” You roll your eyes playfully and slap her arm gently, “You dork.”

“You love me,” she looks down at you in awe, playing with your hair gently.

“That I do.”

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He’s got your timing || Kyra Cooney-Cross x pregnant!reader

Request | Masterlist

Warning labour and delivery

Summary Your son decides to come when Kyra’s away on an Arsenal camp

Arsenal had travelled to southern France for a pre season camp, allowing the girls to have a nice break away whilst training at the same time.

Not only was it important for training, it was also a very important time for the girls to bond with each other and sometimes the new players that had joined over the summer.

Which is why you made Kyra go - despite the fact you were eight months pregnant.

Alessia was out injured and so didn’t go with the team to France, and had promised Kyra she’d look after you whilst she was away.

Once the promise was made, Kyra reluctantly agreed and went to France.

The thought of you going into labour rested in the back of your mind, just like it did in Kyra’s, but you were only 36 weeks pregnant and the chance of you giving birth was low.

Alessia had temporarily moved in for the week whilst they were gone just to be there in case you needed her.

And whilst it was annoying, having your best friend on top of you all the time - asking if you were okay, if you needed any food, if you were having contractions - when your water did actually break and contractions started, you couldn’t have been more thankful.

“Less! Alessia! Oh my god, Alessia Russo!” You shouted from the kitchen, shouting as loud as you possibly could, but despite how loud you were actually shouting, there was no response.

You walked through to the living room, Alessia sat on the sofa with her headphones on and a book in her hands.

“Hello?” You asked, standing in the doorframe, but once again, no answer.

You pulled her hair to get her attention.

She turned around, putting her book down and taking her headphones off.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes everything’s fine, Alessia. It’s not like I’ve been shouting for you for the last two minutes.” You replied sarcastically

“Why were you shouting for me?”

“Oh no particular reason.” You shrugged, clearly lying.

“Oh okay then.” She said, going to put her headphones back on.

“Are you kidding me? You think I’d just start shouting for no reason? My water broke Alessia. That’s why I was shouting.” You scoffed, grabbing your bump as a contraction hit.

You winced in pain, the contraction catching you completely off guard.

“You’re kidding.” Alessia said, shaking her head with a frown.

“Does it look like I’m kidding. This baby wants out of me.” You told her, still wincing in pain.

“Oh my god.” Alessia breathed out, her face whitening as all the color fell from it. “I’ve got to calm Kyra. She needs to get a flight. Do we need to take you to the hospital?”

“I haven’t timed my contractions first. Look, I’ll call Ky if you can load your car with the bags. They’re in the hallway.” You said and Alessia nodded, jumping up from the sofa.

The team had only been in France for three days and you felt like you were cutting Kyra’s little holiday short, but she needed to be here.

“Ky?” You asked over the phone

“Hiya, baby. How’s bubba?”

“Bubba wants to get out. Ky, my water just broke. I need you back home.” You revealed to her

“Are you being serious?”

“100%.” You replied

“Okay. I’ll be there soon, baby. I promise. I’ll get a flight as soon as I can.” Kyra told you and you hummed.

“I’ll see you soon, Ky.”

“I love you, baby. I’ll be there with you so soon.”

“Pleas get her quick. I can’t do this without you, Kyra.”

“I know, love. I’ll be there, don’t worry.”

“Less, where’s Ky?” You asked through gritted teeth as you sat on the exercise ball.

“I don’t know, she’ll be here soon though, I promise.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can take. I can feel bubba moving down.” You admitted, your whole body exhausted.

“I know. She’ll be here soon.” Alessia rubbed your back, tying your hair in a quick bun at the same time.

You closed your eyes as pain hit your body.

“You’re doing so well.”

“I need her here, lessi. I can’t do this without her.”

Alessia broke at your words, she hated seeing her best friend in this much pain.

“I know you do.”

The nurse walked in at the point, coming to check how dilated you were.

Once she’d checked, she announced that you were eight centimetres dilated.

Just ad the nurse opened the door to walk out you heard the accent.

“Where’s my girlfriend? Y/N?”

“Ky?” You asked, looking at Alessia who had quickly gotten up to look in the corridor.

“Kyra! Over here!” Alessia shouted, Kyra quickly running over to her.

“Have I missed it? Are they here yet?”

“Ky! Oh my god, you’re here. I thought you’d miss it.”

“Miss this? I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Kyra laughed, relief rushing over her. “I made the taxi driver break the speed limit so many times. I said that if he gets any speeding tickets to put my name down that I was driving. I was so scared.”

“You’re here now, that’s the main thing.”

“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

When the time came, Alessia left the room to go and sit in the waiting room.

Kyra stood by your side, holding your hands and pushing your sweat soaked hair out of your face.

You seemed to push for ages, but in reality it was no more than fifteen minutes.

Kyra was by your side the whole time, whispering words of praise in your ear.

Time slowed as you heard the first cry.

“Congratulations mummies, you’ve got a baby boy.” The doctor told you, immediately placing your son in your chest.

Tears ran down your face as you focused your eyes on the baby on your chest.

“You did so well, baby.” Kyra whispered, tears on her cheek as she pressed a kiss to your head.

Her hand came up to rest on your son’s back, her thumb rubbing it gently as his cries died down.

“Mum, would you like to cut his cord?”

Kyra nodded immediately, wiping her tears as she took the scissors from the nurse.

You took in your son’s features for the first time, holding him close as you felt his skin on yours.

The nurses took him away, just checking him over before swaddling him and handing him back to you.

He was perfect, despite being a few weeks early.

By then, you’d pushed the placenta out and was deemed okay by the doctors.

“Hi, bubba. Where’s your mama? There’s your mama.” You whispered, Kyra sitting on the side of the bed.

“Hey, bubba.” Kyra cooed, taking him in her arms as she took the first proper look at your son. “He’s perfect.”

“He looks just like you. He even inherited your bad time keeping skills.” You joked, rubbing Kyra’s back as she cried - her emotions high as she held him.

“I can’t believe he’s here.” She whispered and you hummed in agreement.

“He came at the worst possible timing. I’m sorry you had to leave early.”

“Don’t say sorry.”

“You should’ve seen Alessia when I told her. She went so pale.” You said, letting out a small laugh at the memory that seemed like it was ages ago.

“Shall I go get Alessia?”

“Yeah, I think she’d like to see him.”

Kyra handed your baby boy back to you as she walked out the door.

You cradled your son close to you, watching Alessia’s face light up as she set eyes on him.

“He’s here.” You smiled at her

“He’s gorgeous, you two.” Alessia said, her voice thick with emotion as she hugged Kyra and you. “He was worth all that panic, huh?”

“He really was.”

“I think auntie lessi will be giving him lessons on how to keep track of time because he gave us all quite a shock.” Alessia said, stroking his cheek as he stirred gently.

“If he’s anything like, Ky, then it’ll take a while.” You joked, Kyra’s jaw dropping, clearly taking offence to the comment.

“My time keeping is not bad!”

“You keep telling yourself that, baby.”

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