#and see i'm used to her being a little bit crazy when you let her out in the morning she's still very much a baby y'know?

[obsessedhoneycomb]

Mind The Gap - Just life IV

Promise me this is forever

Toto Wolff x fem!reader

-> masterlist

Summary: Being mad and making a scene after seeing Toto with Susie wouldn’t do any good. You understand that you’re the woman of your husband’s life and he makes it up to you when you finally get some well deserved vacation.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, squirting, oral - both receiving, brief overstimulation, curse words, angst, tension, love, fluff

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this chapter, because I don’t have many ideas how to continue. But I wanted to make it up to you all, as you stick with me through my crazy dramatic ideas and I finally give our girl some peace she deserves. Enjoy and let me know how you like it! :)

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George still held your baby boy and Rosa stood there perplexed at what she just saw. You on the other hand nearly stopped breathing. Toto and Susie walked towards you as if nothing happened. “Ahhh! What a surprise!” Susie exclaimed, hugging you with a chuckle.

“Surprise, indeed.” You mumbled, not really sure what to do. Rosa looked at Toto with a questioning look but he just smiled.

“What are you doing here?” You asked Susie.

“Yeah, what are you doing here?” George blurted out suddenly in the annoyed tone which surprised you and Toto tried to reach for you but Rosa interrupted him. “You were supposed to meet us, dad, an hour ago.”

Susie chuckled a little tense, taking in your furrowed brows and the sudden thick air between them all.

“Daddy!” The girl Wolff ran towards Toto, Benedict following behind.

Well. This was at least a bit funny.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” Toto laughed and got the girl into his arms.

You took in a sharp breath, taking in how people around started to notice the tension lingering around.

“We should get into the garage, shall we? I’m sure you’re needed there.” You sneered at Toto, Susie chuckling sweetly, walking to the direction of her own duties you thought you’d be fulfilling today.

Toto just nodded, not wanting to make a scene in front of his kids and George. What was ironic.

Their kids settled in the VIP box watching the race, you stood beside George, while stealing glances at your husband who was invested in watching the displays before him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” George suddenly blurted out.

“With you? No, thanks.” You snapped back.

“Look, I changed. I got through therapy, I addressed my problems and issues, I'm a better person now.” George furrowed his brows.

“And what am I supposed to do? To magically forgive you? Not gonna happen so fast. It's a long way to that.” You barked at him.

Suddenly Toto was behind you, grabbing you by your elbow to drag you to the back of the garage. You didn’t try to resist, you wanted to yell at him, from how annoyed and angry you felt. The frustration practically dripping from you.

When you were out of reach, he stopped, holding you by your shoulders. But you abruptly got his hands off you with a disgusted face.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Torger.”

He grunted, not happy with you using his full name as usual. “Babe— talk to me.”

You dropped your voice lower to almost whisper. “What was that little stunt out there with Susie, huh? You smiling like a teenager in love.”

Toto ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “It was just a friendly gesture, nothing more.”

You bursted out laughing. “You know, I kinda get deja vu. A few years ago you’d be almost divorcing me after you saw George getting close to me. But in your case it’s just a friendly gesture.”

“Don’t compare it. This is different.” He let out a disapproving sigh.

“Susie wasn’t supposed to be here. But you knew, right? Because you’re talking to her constantly.” You huffed being frustrated.

“You should calm down. Take a walk and take deep breaths.” He was just dismissing you.

You couldn’t believe it. But you knew better. Waving him off you walked out of the garage and through the paddock looking for Susie.

The sponsors and press were standing around her tiny frame, she was talking to them, everybody was listening. You stood aside, fuming, ready to lash your anger at her, but you stopped.

You admired this woman for her dedication, hard work. She was the one who divorced Toto. She was the one who couldn’t understand what you and your husband have between you. She can’t snatch him away from you. Because she’s not you. And Toto only had his eyes for you. Always.

With this in mind, you turned on your heels, leaving the scene quietly, because you didn’t want attention. You wanted Toto. And your kids. Your family.

Sitting in front of the garage after all the chaos was gone, sun setting in the distance, you watched the Wolff kids chatting and playing some game together. It was peaceful, bringing you some kind of comfort and warmth. You got up, leaning against the wall near the entrance of the garage you peeked to the desk where Toto usually sat and really was there, looking into the void a little. Pushing from the wall, you walked towards him slowly.

“Hey. You okay?” your voice soft, when you stood near his sitting figure, while he rubbed his tired eyes.

“I would never cheat on you.” he blurted out, looking at you with those rare puppy eyes of his. That melted your heart. Your smile widened as you climbed onto his lap, running your hands into his messy hair, pulling him close for him to rest against your chest.

“I know, Christian.” you whispered into his hair, resulting in him wrapping his arms around your waist, keeping you deadly close.

“I can’t stand the fact that you’re mad at me. I want you to be happy.” he mumbled, his vulnerability filling the empty garage.

You cupped his cheeks to bring him to look at you. Oh god, how you loved his eyes, his wrinkles on his face, his little tense frown. “I can’t be mad at you. You’re my whole world, Toto.”

His features lit up a little at how you held him. Kissing your nose, he then brushed his own against it, your breaths mingling together. “I think we deserve a vacation. Just the two of us, far away from the crowds and family. We can get a nanny for our kids.”

You chuckled softly, kissing his forehead. “That’s actually a good idea.”

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You stood at docks in Spain, eyes wide staring at Toto’s brand new yacht. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

Toto grinned like a boy, standing in front of it, sun reflecting in his sunglasses. “Do you like it?”

Looking at him with your mouth open with shock, you laughed in disbelief. “You named this fuckass yacht after me! It’s– oh my god, I might cry.”

“No, no, no. No crying. This is the least thing I can do to show you how I adore you, cherish you and how I’m grateful for you being my wife.” he hugged you tight, inhaling your scent as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“You bought me cars for the birth of both of our children, and now this… Someone should write a novel about your love towards me.” you chuckled jokingly, but he scooped you into his arms in one swift movement, making you yelp.

“Toto!”

“Welcome on board, baby.” he carried you onto the deck and then he got your things from the car and you settled into comfort.

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The darkness of the night covered the sea, you sat on Toto’s lap kissing him slowly but hungrily.

“How I missed you like this. Having you all to myself. Without any interruptions.” he breathed against your lips, biting onto your lower lip, making you moan.

“You mean our kids? You wanted a big family with me…” you chuckled sweetly, his hands roaming over your already naked body, Toto was quick to make your bikini fall on the floor.

“And I still stand to my word. I love our kids, just saying that I miss our times when we were alone.” His hands pushed your hips into his groin for you to feel how hard he was.

“You have me for the whole two weeks here…”

Toto grinned against your neck, hands gripping your ass, holding you close as he carried you to the cabin. “You’re still so hot, love, I can’t get enough of you.”

Soft giggles escaped your mouth, your back landing on the huge bed and he didn’t wait for any second and his mouth met with your already wet pussy.

“Fuck–” you whined, tugging on his hair, his tongue lapping in your folds, teasing your entrance gently.

“You taste so sweet. Like a nectar.” he mumbled into your core, sucking on your inner lips, your back arching like a cat.

Your climax was close but you didn’t want it just yet. “Christian–”

“Mhm?”

“I want your cock.”

“Nah, liebling. Just wait.”

“No, I mean– in my mouth. I want to suck it as a lolipop.” you gasped with giggle. It made him shudder in lust, this side of you, so needy and filthy. Just for him to see.

With a soft pop he let go of your cunt, leaving it leaking, he stood up, pulling down his swimming shorts along with his shirt. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching him with a hazy look, he looked like a god himself with his rocking hard girth throbbing at your stare.

“Come and get it, girl. On your knees.” he smirked, licking his lips, taking a few steps back, forcing you to crawl to him.

You smiled sweetly, kneeling under him, licking his tip, placing a soft kiss on it. Toto grunted desperately, his hands grabbing your hair tightly. Understanding the assignment, you wrapped your lips around him, it was always a challenge because of his size, but you managed. Breathing deeply, taking him inch by inch, he was all in your mouth.

“Holy shit, schatz.” you loved when he was on the brink of control.

Bobbing your head, you tried to make him feel heavenly, your wet mouth enveloping him whole, you even gagged slightly because you knew how it was maddening for him.

He slowed your movements a little, his cock sensitive and overstimulated. “Baby– please–”

You let go of him, your eyes glistening with tears of pleasure. “Yes, Christian?”

“Get on the bed, lay on your back. I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” he growled dangerously, when he noticed the trail of saliva dripping down your chin. Before you moved, he wiped that trail from your skin, only to put his fingers into his mouth to taste it. You almost came on the spot.

Once you were settled on your back on the bed, he entered you swiftly, you were so ready from how he prepared you with his tongue a while ago. Your walls were so warm, hugging him tight, you felt like home.

His cock was brushing against that spot that made your eyes roll crazily. “Toto– too much–” you whined, trying to push him away. Toto was confused, holding you close, you didn’t usually do this, but he decided to switch positions, him sitting against the headboard, seating you on his lap, this angle being more intensive for you, because he was so so so deep.

“Toto– Jesus– No–” you tried to stop him from guiding your hips down in that ferocious pace.

“What–” he was about to ask but then he felt it while your eyes nearly bulged out. “Christian!” you screamed and your body was shivering wildly from the best orgasm you ever had.

Toto couldn’t believe what he just saw and felt.

You collapsed onto him, he was still buried deep, hard as fuck, maybe even harder than before, your breaths laboured, fanning over his neck. “This is embarrassing.”

“No, liebling. This was fucking hot. Jesus Christ, I never saw this– like this–” his eyes wide as he felt how you squirted all over him, the sinful liquid all over his groin, seeping into sheets.

“That’s why you tried to stop me?” he asked, kissing your cheek lovingly.

“Mhm…” you only nodded, your cheeks hot.

“Don’t stop me next time. I want this. Fuck, no, I live for this.” he moaned, his hands gripping your ass harshly, pushing you up and down again on his shaft.

Soft whines escaped your mouth, this was like another milestone you got through together and it filled your heart with a deep sense of warm love.

A few moments later, you were filled with something else, Toto making sure, you won’t escape him, holding you down while he sprayed your walls with his seed.

He got you showered, cleaning you up nicely like he always does, changing the sheets for fresh ones, the feeling of your wet orgasm still rocking through him like a lightning bolt. He was the one who can make you like this. And it made him satisfied as hell.

Lying in bed, tangled in the sheets, Toto held you close to his chest, breathing into your hair, kissing your temple lazily. You were nearly asleep when you mumbled. “Promise me this is forever.”

Smiling against your skin, he pecked your lips, caressing your cheek. “I promise, liebling.”

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Please don’t use my writings without my permission! Pictures found on Pinterest.

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Tags: @mimisweetz @withering-daylight

[gerardsbest]

Our Lady of Sorrows

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Chapter 5

Relationship: Gerard Way x Reader. Frank Iero x Reader

Tags: love triangles, slow burn, meet-cute, angst, fluff, falling in love, unrequited love, love confessions, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, awkward flirting, love at first sight

Summary: Gerard goes to a venue hosting local artists on a whim one day and sees you. Completely enamoured, he makes it his mission to see you again.

You see him, too. And you wonder what made him stand so close to the stage.

Frank sees the both of you.

(or the formation of mcr but you're there, and you have a special bond with gerard. frank is your long time friend, and the reason you got into music)

4.8k words | ao3

cw: brief verbal and slight physical abuse

Gerard arrived home to see his little brother strewn about on the couch like a pile of clothes. Mikey had one hand on the remote, half off the edge of the cushion while his eyes were glued on the screen— at this time of night, only adult cartoons and reruns of nineties sitcoms were in the roster of shows. Currently, he was lazily watching an episode of Family Guy.

When he heard Gerard's footsteps, he perked up and idly asked, "How was the concert?" 

Gerard didn't answer.

He only took the empty spot beside him.

Mikey immediately sat up, "Did... something happen?" He asked again, a lot more concerned.

That was when, after a beat, Gerard let out a sigh. It came out a lot more dramatic than he'd intended, like one of those classically dreamy ones in cheesy Disney Channel movies, but he couldn't help it. 

Tonight...

Tonight...

"Seriously. What the hell happened?"

"I might remember this night for days to come."

"... I'm guessing she liked it."

"She cried, Mikes."

"She cried?"

"She cried."

Now, Mikey had to let out a sigh. Or more like a sharp exhale. It was hard to tell because the TV was so damn loud.

Mikey turned down the volume a few notches before pressing Gerard more, "I knew she'd be pretty touched by it, but I didn't think she'd be so moved she'd start to cry," He went on. "But at the same time, I get it since I'm guessing you were one of the first or even the first fan to give her something like that."

"She said it's the nicest thing anyone's done for her."

"Damn," Mikey hissed. "Wait, 'nicest thing'? Does she not have a boyfriend?"

Gerard shrugged, "Maybe he isn't an artist."

"Still..."

"Well, whatever it was she was so grateful for it, y'know? Made me feel real overwhelmed. I think, like how she said this is the nicest thing anyone's done for her, this might be the nicest thing I've done for anyone before."

Mikey narrowed his eyes, "Maybe you're getting carried away here."

"Maybe I am," Gerard resigned. "It's just... I've never had someone so rawly inspire me like that before. I don't know what it is about her, really."

"Her quality?" Mikey snorted.

"You laugh at me but I think that genuinely might be it."

"Okay, well, I'm glad for you. Really," Mikey put his hand on Gerard's shoulder and grasped it slightly with this real proud expression, like the coach of some major little league baseball movie right before the "final pitch" or whatever. But that grip slowly faltered, and so did the half-smile, half-smirk he was wearing. "But at the same time... is her being an inspiration all there is to your interest in her? Are you sure? 'Cause, it's just..."

Mikey didn't have to spell it out for Gerard to understand, "She's a taken girl. I can respect that. And like I said, all there is to it is that I think that she's not only inspiring but would make a really good friend. That's all there is to it."

In all honesty, Mikey still looked a bit skeptical. However, he took his brother's word for it and withdrew himself.

The two of them turned towards the screen. As per the usual adult cartoon agenda, there was some crazy shit happening. Honestly, Gerard wasn't all that used to these kinds of shows yet since, to him, "cartoons" were kids-centric.

He still preferred them that way.

But alas, he was too immobile at the moment to lift himself from the couch and spending time with Mikey was always a good thing. Though, this "hangout" was more of Mikey watching the screen as he slowly tuned it out in favor of his thoughts.

🦇

"That was really good. Thanks for going out of your way to find a place like that, I really enjoyed it." You said, beaming up at your boyfriend.

"Anything for my girl," He replied, leaning down for a kiss, which you obliged. "Good thing you were wearing that dress, huh? Since this joint was a little fancy."

"Yeah, good thing... but because it was so fancy, you didn't have to pay for me—"

"Hey, we've been over this enough times, haven't we?"

You looked down, "I know, but it's not like I'm strapped for cash or anything. I have a couple hundred still saved from my last job before I was laid off and I'm probably gonna get another one soon, so I can pay for my own—"

"I'm not gonna listen to this right now, alright? Just let me pay for you. You're my girlfriend, after all."

You left it at that, half because you really didn't want to deal with this right now and half because you knew it would only devolve into a fight. Still, you thought bitterly, Is that supposed to mean anything? It's not like I'm absolutely money-less right now... 

Maybe you should just say this stuff out loud. You were sure you had about a dozen complaints about your boyfriend everyday that were permanently trapped in the recesses of your mind because you couldn't be bothered to actualize them. It was sad, inherently, and you knew what Frank would say about it, probably something like "Give that sucker hell! Chew him out!"

Now that made you think of Frank. If you were being honest, he was the only thing on your mind the whole night, even throughout the dinner date with your boyfriend. The second you got home, you'd draft up a proper apology in your head then head straight to his house to deliver it. Looking at the time, it was only about one in the morning and you knew for a fact that Frank stayed up for longer than that on most nights so you had to be quick.

The restaurant was on the complete edge of the town, however, so you still had about fifteen minutes of driving left.

There weren't many cars out at this hour so it was just a mostly straight path down a mostly empty road lined with mostly leaf-less trees because of the season. It could be seen as eerie since streetlights were minimal to none and there was tall grass absolutely everywhere. Plus, it was night, of course. You'd been down this particular road a handful of times with your boyfriend but also with your family, the band, and Frank.

Though, with Frank it wasn't this silent. If you'd been with Frank, he would have been blasting something, whether that was some classic Misfits or a new, obscure band he found while scavenging through the local CD shop like he was a raccoon. Sometimes, he'd even play songs from his own damn band, that narcissist...

But that "narcissist" was the reason why your life had been so exuberantly better lately. 

And even while knowing that, you couldn't show up for his show. 

You placed your hand on your stomach, it felt hollow despite the meal you just had.

"Hey, could you get me a mint from your bag?" Your boyfriend suddenly asked.

"Yeah, sure." You said slowly, trying not to make it seem like something was wrong because if he noticed, he'd ask, and you were a horrible liar, and you knew he wasn't the biggest fan of Frank.

So, you bent over and grabbed your bag to get him those stupid mints. And of course the little tin had to be buried at the very bottom like it was hidden treasure, so you had to reach in deep. When you pulled it out, about a handful of things came out with it.

Your boyfriend was quick to scold, "Jesus Christ, be a little careful, would you?" 

"Sorry." You muttered before going to pick everything up.

Let's see, what fell out? A tube of lip gloss, your wallet, a cassette tape you borrowed from Grace, a pen, and Gerard's drawing—

"What the hell is that?"

You froze. The drawing had unfolded amidst the chaos of being launched out of your bag, and it was in a location where he could see it in full. The whole thing.

Before you could react, he pulled over to the side of the road and you knew it would be too late to try and conceal it or snatch it away, so you didn't even try. You just felt your heart beat out of your chest as he reached over to take a look at it.

After a moment, he asked, "Who gave this to you?"

Lie. Just lie to him.

"Someone from the show..."

" 'Someone from the show'? Who?"

"This..." Girl. He won't be so mad if you say girl. "... Guy."

You squeezed your eyes shut after saying that, knowing that lying would have been so much easier. But being with someone for two whole years meant they knew mostly everything about you, especially your habits. You knew that your boyfriend hated liars more than anything, and he knew that you were an awful liar who had about a hundred telltale nervous bodily habits whenever you lied. 

Like, now, you were already starting to clench your fists even though you'd said the truth.

"Who's the guy? Do I know him?" He continued to ask, somewhat calm. "I know Frank didn't do this."

He's calling him by his first name, he's probably really mad, You tried to defuse the situation. "It was just someone I barely knew. The older brother of the guy I'm partnered up with for one of my classes."

"Clearly, he knows you enough to make this. It's a damn good drawing, too."

"It doesn't mean anything, it was just a gift."

"Someone going out of their way to draw you always means something."

"I know it may seem that way, but I swear this one is different. It was completely innocent. Don't you trust me?"

He scoffed, and it was full of venom, "This isn't about trust. It's about the fact that you decided to intentionally take this shit. When did he even give it to you?"

"I told you, after the show."

"But I was there right after the show."

"... It was..." You sighed. "It was when you went to the bathroom."

This seemed to amuse him greatly as his straight face twisted into a smirk— again, something you only notice after being with someone for so long but your boyfriend only ever pulled this face when he was royally pissed off. 

"So, he waited until I was gone to give this extremely personal gift to you and what, you just took it?"

"It wasn't—"

"I can't control the way other guys act around you, but I expected so much more from you. How can you even ask if I trust you when you pull shit like this?"

"Like what? Accepting a gift? Is our relationship so fragile that me accepting one single gift makes it crumble?" You spat.

Oh no.

You didn't mean to say that.

"I didn't mean to say that."

But the damage was done.

What you said seemed to wipe that smirk clean off your boyfriend's face and now he was just staring at you blankly, he almost looked like a deer in headlights, he was so still and baffled. 

You felt like you had to say something. Anything. You bit down on your lip hard and tried to speak, "Babe—"

Only a single word was able to be pulled from your mouth because you were suddenly, very abruptly stopped. At first, you wondered why you cut yourself off in the middle of your sentence. Then, he wondered why your ears were ringing a bit, just a bit because soon, all you could think about was how much your face hurt— the right side of it, specifically. It was hot and burning and it hurt like hell.

"Holy fuck, I didn't mean to do that."

You looked up, your boyfriend had one hand clasped over his mouth while the other was frozen midair, trembling. That was when it all clicked.

He had slapped you clean across the face with such fervor that the spot was literally burning. Moreover, it left you subtly disorientated. Ringing in the ears aside, it was wholly concerning that you didn't even know you were hit because it was both so sudden and forceful your mind went numb.

All of this had escalated so fast, so quickly and not even an hour before, you and him were having such a pleasant night out at such a nice restaurant. You remembered how beautiful the interior was, how it was so well decorated with all sorts of authentic flora. 

That was all obsolete now. One action washed whatever memories, whatever the last two years meant right down the drain because you simply couldn't deal with it anymore. Your ears were still ringing, your cheek was still burning, and a headache was settling in on top of all that— all for what? Because you accepted a gift from someone?

You snatched Gerard's drawing and your bag before swiftly opening the car door and putting one foot out.

He tried to stop you, of course as he grabbed your wrist and began rambling about how sorry he was and how that just "came out of nowhere" and of course, the tried and true excuse of "I didn't mean to!" 

"Let go of me before I call the police." You said through your teeth, and his hand eventually slid off.

After getting out of the car, he stayed for a moment. For a while, actually, maybe five minutes or so but drove off after quickly realizing how final your decision was.

You watched him leave, watching that license plate you'd seen enough times to memorize it fade from view along with the rest of that now godforsaken car. Thinking about it made you remember the amount of arguments much like this one that were had in it. Maybe it was the bias of this moment but it almost felt like there were more screaming matches than anything pleasant.

Like, three weeks ago when you were apparently getting too "buddy-buddy" with some dude you were tutoring. Or during an especially sweltering day in the summer, you decided to wear a skirt that was just too short for his liking to a party he already didn't want you going to. There was also that moment, when the band was being actualized, where you told him there'd be two guys in it and he blew up at you for it. 

But whatever he threw at you was always verbal, this is the first time...

You rubbed your cheek and looked around to see where the hell you got off at. Thankfully, it was a street you were relatively familiar with because you'd been there a few times with Frank since it had a killer thrift store— actually, you were standing right in front of said store.

Come to think of it, many arguments you had with your boyfriend was about Frank.

"He's way too close to you," "How can you let him touch you like that?", "I hate how much you two hang out", "There's definitely something up with him", "I swear he hates me", "What do you see in him? He's so fucking insufferable".

God, just thinking about all of that made your headache worse. 

I need to get home. You thought, but this place was just the right distance to be a little hard to go from on your feet. 

Who could you call? A lot of people, actually. Your parents were one thing, but they were probably asleep by now and knowing them, they'd freak the hell out over this incident. Your bandmates were second and any of them would have gladly come, but...

You wanted only one person here with you, in this moment. 

Would he even show up? After what you did, you wouldn't be offended if he didn't. But you tried, anyway.

You dialled Frank's number into your phone, which was halfway to dying. It rang for a bit, for what seemed like a while that was painstakingly long in the situation you were in, and each empty ring felt like a punch to the gut but you held out until the end.

And on the final note, the tune stopped and a voice came from the other end, "Hello?" It was Frank.

Hearing his voice made you tear up, "Hey, Frank," You said, trying not to show too much strain. "Listen, this is so sudden and I know we have about a million things to talk about and I have even more things to apologize for, but for now... uh, I need you."

That came out wrong.

"I mean— I meant that I'm in a sort of... bad spot right now and I just got into it with my boyfriend so I'm sort of just here, stranded and I know this is such a huge ask and I get it if you don't want to come."

It was all rambling, you couldn't think straight at all since you were trying to juggle not sounding like a complete asshole for asking for this favor while also trying not to cry.

"Wait, what do you mean you 'got into it' with your boyfriend? And you're stranded?"

"We had a fight. A pretty bad one." You answered, hushed.

Frank didn't respond for a bit, and you wondered if your phone's battery just gave up on you but no, it was still alive. That just made you realize that he was probably just flabbergasted by this whole thing.

"Frank, forget about it. I messed up tonight so there should be no reason for you to come."

Again, nothing. You nodded to yourself, thinking, It's only fair. But as you were about to hang up, you heard sounds coming from the other end.

Your phone was pretty old, and pretty cheap on top of that so anything except for loud speaking barely picked up. The noises resonating at the moment were all over the place and entirely hard to determine. One minute, it sounded like clothes rustling about and the next, heavy footsteps.

Were those... the jingling of keys?

"Frank?" You tried again and this time, he spoke.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm on my way. Where are you?"

For a moment there, you were stunned. Shellshocked. Dumbfounded.

Because here you were, the time being exactly two in the morning, calling Frank and asking him to come out to a random street ten minutes from your house after you absolutely screwed up, and he accepted. Moreover, he didn't sound annoyed nor mad about it in the slightest, he sprung right into action without the slightest bit of convincing.

There was no holding back now. You were crying. In fact, you were bawling.

Apparently, the sounds of your sobs were loud enough for Frank to hear as he immediately questioned, "Are you alright? Tell me where you are." With this concerned crack in his voice.

That's when you chuckled through the tears, "I'm fine, just... God, I'm so lucky to have you as a friend, Frank."

"Geez, you're getting sentimental? Seriously? You must be on the brink of death or something." He was trying to sound nonchalant about it, but the cracks were there.

You, on the other hand, you couldn't stop laughing while you kept crying. The waterworks felt nice against the stinging in your cheeks, though you wished they were cold or something since the spot was already radiating with heat.

Nonetheless, you finally gave him a proper response, "I'm at that thrift spot. Remember? The killer one we went to not long ago."

"You're all the way out there? 'Kay, just stay put and I'll be there soon," There was some more rustling before the loud rumble of the engine being turned on assaulted your ears a bit. "Stay on call with me."

"M'kay."

You figured you might as well get comfortable since ten minutes could be a lot, and all the crying made you weak in the knees, anyway. There was a bench right in front of the store, it was slightly damp from the rain but it was nothing you couldn't handle. Though, the cold was quite harsh against the silk dress you were wearing. 

"Are you cold?" Frank asked the moment after you sneezed.

"Freezing." You answered.

"Should I speed to get there?"

"No!" You exclaimed.

"Wouldn't be my first time. And hey, I remember when I sped when we were gonna be late for that concert and you were okay with it then but not now?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Well, screw you, I'm gonna speed. No one's on the road this time of night, anyway."

"Frank!"

He laughed again, or more so howled. You could only imagine the face he was making while he did that, probably sticking his tongue out or something.

"My ETA is in 'bout seven minutes or so. Can you live 'til then?"

"Hmm, I think I can."

"Good, because—"

Ah. You took your phone from the side of your head and saw that the battery had finally given out. The red bar flashed on your screen a couple of times— you always thought this sort of looked like it was mocking you— before turning black and staying like that.

Sliding it into your pocket, you brought your knees up and craned your neck to look straight above. 

The slap hurt less now, but when you grazed your fingers over the area, it felt like it was swelling which concerned you. Hopefully it wouldn't bruise or anything since if it did, it would only bring attention to this whole thing. There was always the solution of makeup, but then that would look even more suspicious if it were to wear off, somehow.

Please don't bruise. You prayed, since it was all you could do. 

Your neck started to hurt so you went back to staring ahead, but that got boring fast since you were the only one there right now, so you turned to see if anything interesting could be found and you decided to check out Gerard's drawing again because it was right there.

The magic of seeing it for the first time was still there, it was still as gorgeous as when he gave it to you. The beauty was in how personal it was, tailor-made and unique to you. 

You wondered how long Gerard spent hunched over his desk on it. Knowing nothing about art, really, the time frame could be anything, but you hoped it wasn't too long. 

It honestly made you a little bashful to know that he was thinking about you for a period long enough to conjure up something like this. Despite the cartoonish nature of Gerard's eccentrically pretty art style, it was so clearly you, meaning he must have had you in his mind for a chunk of time.

To think, everything that occurred tonight was because of this piece of paper you were holding between your thumb and index, too.

An engine roaring lowly tore your eyes from it, Frank's car pulled up and hastily parked in front of you. It was all crooked and would definitely warrant a ticket if done in the daytime.

Frank came out, looking disheveled. His hair was messy and a little frizzy, like he'd just gotten out of bed, which he probably did considering the ungodly hour. The clothes were the same as what he was wearing at the show.

You didn't get to look at him for too long, though, because he ran up to hug you like he hadn't seen you in years.

"Holy hell are you cold. Come before you catch something." Frank tugged on your arm gently and guided you to the passenger seat after you got up (which took a while).

The inside of Frank's car was a different world to outside. He'd turned the heat up to the max so you immediately began defrosting, it was honestly probably bad to switch from cold to hot this drastically this fast. 

When Frank got inside, a sharp gasp left his mouth. You wondered why for a moment, looking around to see if there was anything shocking before quickly realizing via looking at the rearview mirror that, to your dismay, a slight bruise had formed. It was nothing drastic, and it wasn't even purple or anything, just ever so slightly red in the shape of a hand.

"I'm guessing that you can figure where this is from." You said, slumping against the car seat.

"Jesus..." Frank breathed. "Can I?" He asked, his hand hovering above the mark. You nodded and he ever so carefully traced his finger along the swollen indent of your boyfriend's handprint.

You analyzed his expression as he did this, his eyebrow twitched every so often, especially when he came across a particularly bumpy area. His lips were also pressed so thinly and tightly that the skin around it paled, turning a very light shade of yellow.

Whatever whimsy he had during the phone call was gone. He just looked so hollow now.

"Hey," You whispered, lifting his chin and forcing his eyes to look at you rather than the injury. "It doesn't hurt at all and I'm fine. I might have cried but that was only because I was so touched by you. I won't waste my tears on someone like him. Not anymore."

Frank nodded, or he tried to because you were still grabbing his chin. You let him go but he stayed in place.

"It's just... this shit is so visceral. What even led up to this? How can he..." Frank trailed off.

"The reason was something dumb, but actually, I think I'm thankful for this incident."

He blinked, "How so?"

"It finally made me realize how much of a loser he is."

You cracked a smile, "I think, I knew that fact for a while, but I guess, I was too in my own head to admit that I was so wrong about him."

Normally, when you mentioned anything bad about your boyfriend, Frank's reaction would be entirely volatile as he would spew out a slew of ways to get back at him or harp on about how he was a greaseball and that you should just dump him in a ditch somewhere. Yet, here, he stayed resigned and kept his answers both stable and short.

"You weren't in your own head or whatever... you were in love is what it was. I've never been in anything long-term so I wouldn't know, but you were and it's so easy to look at things through rose-tinted glasses when emotions influence you like that."

Those words made you choke up a bit, but you swallowed that down.

"Yeah," You sighed, innately distant. "It's odd to think about it now, but at a point in time, I would swear to the heavens above that man was my soulmate. My husband-to-be. The honeymoon period lasted awhile and I spent our first year in bliss. It was only after that where I saw... cracks, I suppose. And once I realized this, I was in way too deep for me to just throw it all away just 'cause some of his quirks were not to my liking. Two whole years, Frankie. Seven-hundred-and-thirty days I spent with him."

Looking at it retrospectively, your stomach was turning at how absurdly long this period of your life was.

"Now? I don't know what to do now." You admitted, playing with the hem of your dress.

"You don't have to know that. Just let yourself feel things out as they play out. Not everything has to have a solution, but if you want one, then I know you can figure it out. And I'll be here to help you, if you need it."

This was the second time you teared up over him tonight, you just couldn't help it. Frank was an angel, you were sure of it.

You snivelled out a reaction, "I should have begun with this, but I'm so sorry about tonight. I swear I didn't mean to miss the show, I was just... it was selfish of me."

"Dude, are you kidding?" Frank dismissed as he handed you a pack of napkins. "Don't worry about it. Please. It seriously has no merit right now."

"Don't say that. Just 'cause I went through something doesn't mean your feelings are irrelevant. You can say how you felt, it's alright."

Frank frowned, his face scrunching then un-scrunching in quick succession as you blew your nose - these napkins were quite soft.

Eventually, he spoke, "I guess I was just disappointed was all it was. A tiny bit. I was honestly acting irrationally when I just walked out like that, I should have stuck around because whatever the reason was for missing our set, you probably didn't mean it with malicious intent."

"You think of me so highly."

"How can I not? You are my best friend. And I don't give out that title willy-nilly."

You crumpled up the used napkins and kept them tightly bound in your fist. 

"I love you, you know that?"

Frank patted you on the shoulder, "I love you, too."

[hurricanek8art]

Good morning I think my dog is a manaic

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thinking about older brother’s best friend!max who takes little innocent virgin you home after you got too drunk at a party. you trust him so much and he’s sooo dreamy but you can’t figure out how you ended up in his lap with his fingers up your miniskirt, other hand locked around your neck and skimpy lace thong stuffed in your mouth. but you don’t want to annoy him when he’s finally paying attention to you, so you furiously nod and drool when he tells you to be his good girl, his stupid little slut, and bullies his big, aching cock into your pussy. it’s soo wet and sticky but it doesn’t matter cause maxie promised he was wearing a condom…right? Right?

thank you so much for sending this to me! this is a crazy ass prompt and i love it. thank you so much! and for the people at home, send me your shit! i love insane prompts to write! give them to me, i need to write! i went with the tried and trued method of a leclerc!reader so add a little extra zest to it. i changed a few things around so i hope that's okay, all the pieces are still there just a few tweaks!! i hope you enjoy <3

max verstappen

cw: smut/pwp, leclerc!reader, drunk sex, dubious consent, lying, unprotected sex, size difference/kink, crybaby!reader, dark-ish fic, missionary position, fingering, (slight) choking, (technical) virgin!reader, filth(!!!)

"thank you so much for doing this. i told her not to go out tonight because i was out of town and couldn't get her if she needed help. you're a big help, mate. i owe you." charles' voice was clear on the other end of the phone.

max was grabbing his keys, "you owe me nothing, charles. i'm happy to help. wasn't up to much else tonight." he got his shoes on and headed out the door, "i'll let you know when i get her." then hung up the phone.

he got in his car and drove to the club you were supposed to be. max had known you for about as long as he had known charles, you were the curious little thing that liked being around your brother. you were close in age, but max hadn't seen you in years.

charles said that university had prevented you from ever really hanging around as much as you used to. which was a shame because max always thought you were cute, even if you were a little bit a cry baby.

he pulled up to the address of where you were supposed to be and got out of the car. it was late into the evening and there were a few people outside. the sight of him turned a few heads and some whispers. but he had to pick you out of the crowd.

he leaned against the car and did the tried and true method of finding a leclerc. he cupped his hands around his mouth and said, "hey! leclerc!"

and then as it had worked a million times with charles over the years, your voice rang out, "holy shit, max! what are you doing here?" and you got out of the crowd in front of the club.

that was when max's heart stopped.

he remembered you in your high school uniform and baggy t-shirts with various bands on them. he remembered when you had braces and that bad haircut in tenth year. but, now, are a twenty-something year old woman, you were beautiful.

you practically stumbled over to him, you tripped over the curb and against his chest. but you clung to the front of his t-shirt, "oh my god, it's you!" you howled laughter, "where's charlie?"

max steadied you back on your feet and looked over you to see the other people who were murmuring. he looked down at you, his hands still on your shoulders, "i'm going to take you back to my place tonight." even though charles said to bring you back to his place, there would be a slight detour.

plus, what if something happened? max needed to protect you, or at least he had self appointed himself with the role.

"god, i haven't seen you in like what, five years? still got those chubby cheeks though." you giggled drunkenly as you pinched at his face.

max could feel the heat rise in his face, didn't help that your plump breasts were pressed against him and he got a good view of your cleavage. he said to you, "c'mon, let's get out of here." he gave you a smile, "i think we're turning too many heads."

you nodded innocently before max helped you into the car. even going as far as to buckle to you in and closing the door. as he rounded the car he exhaled deeply, this was not what he was expecting.

you looked at him and giggled, "holy shit, it's actually you. why are you picking me up? i called charlie?"

max sighed and buckled himself in, he patted your knee, "how much have you had to drink? your brother is out of the country for most of the summer break."

a few seconds ticked by before you made an 'o' shape with your mouth, you snapped your fingers and pointed to max, "i was supposed to call lorenzo!"

max's eyebrows knitted together, "how much have you had to drink?"

you shrugged, "i don't know. there was this nice guy who kept buying me drinks and he was like super nice. but then, my friends kinda got me away from him and told me to call my brother and i said, 'which one?', because you know. i have three brothers and i don't very well want arthur to see me THIS drunk so i called charles... but i wasn't supposed to call charles, i was supposed to call lorenzo."

max wanted to kiss you really badly at that moment. and when he squeezed your thigh for reassurance, you moaned. then max's brain went silent for a moment.

you looked at each other and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you said, "sorry.... over sensitive." you licked your lips, "you can still hold my thigh if you want."

this was going to be a long night, and max wanted to see how deep this could go. after all, you both had about five years to make up.

"i hate being this drunk." you whined, as you padded across his home. you were out of the skimpy dress you wore to the club, much to max's pleasure. you looked better in no bra, one of his t-shirts and his socks that you pulled as high as they could go, "i wish i could stop being drunk the moment i got home."

he was on the couch, a glass of water and some tylonel was on the table. he patted his thigh and suggested, "i think i know something that can help." his brain had been trying to think of a clever way to get you closer to him, but you were too easy.

"water and rest?" you asked as you got closer to him. your arms across your chest.

he leaned back into the sofa a little and said, "no. why don't you come here to find out?" he could tell in the slight wave of your stance that you were still quite drunk. he chuckled as he watched you come over to him, were all leclercs curious like cats?

you perched yourself on his thigh and he pulled you into his lap. being so close to you made his cock throb in his jeans. you yelped and admitted, "i'm a virgin!"

"what?"

you looked at him so innocently it almost broke the driver's brain in half. you had your hands up near your face and your bottom lip was wobbling, "i've... i've never had sex before. i mean... i technically let a guy finger me." you swallowed, not knowing why you were admitting this, "but.. but he didn't even make me cum, i lied to him and faked it."

max's hungry gaze remained on you, "so... so no one's actually... had sex with you."

you looked like you were going to cry. you were in your twenties and a virgin (he wasn't going to acknowledge the curl of jealousy in his gut at the thought of some loser at your school poorly trying to finger you). that had all the lights going off in max's brain.

leclerc's little sister was a virgin, drunk and on the verge of tears in max's condo. shivering like a leaf. max never thought of himself in terms of animals, but at moment he felt like a big scary lion. and you a poor little deer. the signature leclerc doe eyes only added to his point.

"it's alright." he said, "how about this, you let me finger you properly. i don't think your technical first time should've been spent with you faking an orgasm."

you had to admit, you had feelings for max. when you were younger and your brother would race him, you'd follow him around afterwards asking about max. it annoyed the hell out of your brother.

even the guy who fingered you was almost an exact fit to max, the blond-brown hair, blue eyes and a big nose. but it didn't quite cut it. max had been the subject of your fantasies for years now.

you blushed, "i mean... i don't want to force you or anything. i don't want it to be a pity fuck."

he laughed and curled a strong arm around you, "no, no, not you. to make you cum would be an honour." catch more flies with honey than vinegar. catch the pretty sister of a fellow driver with soft words.

he got your panties off with a little help and put them in your mouth. the sight of your mouth full of your lacy thong made all the blood in his body pool into his cock. he brushed your cheek and chuckled at your lack of resistance, "aw, does someone like to be roughed up? i bet you're just so used to everyone treating you like glass. the only daughter." he cupped your pussy with his wide hand, "how would charles feel about this? or lorenzo? they'd have my head." he kissed at your neck.

you whined, liquor swam in your head still as you squirmed a little, "don't talk about my brothers while you're fingering me." you tried to say around the panties in your mouth.

max grazed his fingers across your pussy, "alright, alright." his breath was hot in your ear as his other hand came and was placed around your throat. he shuddered a little, oh you were just a perfect fit weren't you?

now max really had to make sure that you weren't going to run off to your private university and fooled around with other boys.

maybe a baby would have to do.

he held you close to him by the throat and played with your pussy. soon he sank two digits into you and you whined around the panties in your mouth. you felt a hot flash go through you.

this was totally different, you felt the pleasure bloom in your gut as he roughly fingered you. you held onto his wrists, but remained pressed to him as he occasionally rubbed his clothed erection against your backside.

"oh, you're beautiful." he said softly, "you are so painfully beautiful. i'm surprised you haven't made yourself a whore at school. why? scared that your brothers would kill whoever touched their sister?" he kissed your cheek as he heard your whimper.

your body felt loose and your brain felt like it was working overtime. it was beyond adorable, the little cry baby with tears in her eyes. don't worry, max will make it all better.

"but you don't want anyone else, do you? you wanna be my good girl? you know so little about sex, poor thing. but don't worry, i'll make you a nice little whore for my cock." he pressed on your throat a little harder as he really started to work his fingers inside of you.

you didn't know what to think, everything around you felt oppressive but the liquor and lust short-wired your brain. you nodded and tried to speak around the fabric in your mouth, but it all came out like a jumbled mess.

max could feel the heat rise in his body, his cock grew more stiff. he liked the sight of this. you in his clothes, letting him explore your body. you were untouched territory. all for max's taking.

you wanted to cover your face from the embarrassment of being finger-fucked by your crush. but max squeezed your throat a little tighter.

"don't hide yourself from me, i want to see it all." he pressed a hard kiss onto your shoulder and watched your shudder. your pussy clenched around his fingers which only spurred him to keep bullying them into you.

you whined something around the panties in your mouth and max continued his kisses. you felt amazing on him. he hissed against your back as you hit your climax and whined loudly. you coated his entire hand in your wetness.

max moved you by your neck and kissed you on the cheek, he said, "good girl. see, orgasms aren't that hard." he let go of your throat and took the panties out of your mouth.

you were panting heavily as you said, "holy shit." your heart was hammering and you felt hot all over. you felt his arms around you waist and his mouth in your ear.

"we're not done yet." he said.

before you knew it, you were on max's bed. the shirt you had borrowed was on the floor and your bra was right next to it. when max took off your socks, you whined and he pressed all his weight on top of you. leaving one sock left on you.

he was naked on top of you, his cheeks were pink and he felt hot all over. you could see your eye bug out a little from the sight of his naked body. he pulled away soon after and grabbed you by the hips then rubbed his hard cock against your slick pussy.

"i wish your brother brought you to the track more." he chuckled as he continued to rub up against you, "you would've been so cute hanging around, you were always so curious. but, i don't know if i could contain myself if you were around often."

you blushed, "oh c'mon, stop it, max. you're going to kill me!"

max was over you, "i would never do that. i like you very much alive. you're perfect. i think it would be the best strategy your brother ever did if he had you around the paddock. i'd have to fight off every other driver to get to you."

you admitted, "i'd only want you, max."

max grinned, "is that why you're letting me take your virginity? giving yourself over to me? i bet a part of you wished i showed up, maybe that was all the plan for you." he pressed the tip of his cock up against your entrance, "someone has a crush." he was teasing, but the look on your face showed that he had you all figured out.

you squeaked, "i do! i'm sorry! i've had one for years!" you looked like you were going to cry again.

max almost came from the sight before him, he swallowed to keep himself together as he reached for your face with one hand and looked into your eyes, "you like me."

in your inebriated state you replied, "more like love you."

he chuckled, "really now? after all the times i beat your brother, you had all these feelings for me." he pressed his chest up against you, as he guided his cock into your slick slit.

you clutched onto his shoulders and tried not too tense up too much. this was a wet dream come true. you croaked, "i've always have."

"well, aren't i lucky." he said as he kissed you gently, "taking the virginity of the most beautiful woman i've ever seen." he was a snug fit in you but, he peppered your cheeks with kisses to help relax you. thankfully you were painfully wet.

he felt a curl of possession in his gut. like he needed to have you by his side. it wouldn't be hard to convince charles to let the two of you date, even if he was protective of you. he knew that max was a good man, he'd be a loving, caring boyfriend. maybe even an eventual husband.

he moved his hips slowly, not to push too much on you at once. you were still painfully drunk, all of these were admissions under intoxication. the consent of the situation was murky at best, but the way you looked at he pushed his cock into you excited him.

"do you want this?" he asked.

you nodded, your gaze unfocused, "of course. why, why would you ask that?" you really were so cute. your brain was polluted with liquor and pleasure, maybe he should've put you to bed before this all got out of hand.

but in all fairness, max was a little too far gone. he always held feelings for you, he was just better at covering them up. but, as he thrusted into you, your legs around his waist as he rutted against you. it was like the little flame from his youth came alive into an inferno.

oh, this was the woman he was meant to marry.

he kissed you once more, and picked up the pace. he held your sides, feeling your warmth against him as he felt the intense feelings bloom in your chest. call him an obsessive freak, but he should've known all those years ago.

stupid teen max, look what was right in front of him! you two could've been married by now. had a family and everything. but as he was balls deep inside of you, he believed everything happened for a reason.

you were now in his arms, under him as he moved against you. the blunt end of his cock, hit against the beginning of your cervix. a promise of what was to come. that you'd get nice and pregnant by him.

by the time he was finished with you, you were going to be at least five percent dutch if not more, you two had a whole week together. this was just the start. you two lazily made out.

the lust throbbed in your head as the liquor still coursed through your system. your mouth felt dry but you couldn't do much else but lie under him. his kisses were domineering and strong. his cock was buried up inside of you like it belonged there.

he believed that you two were two halves of a same whole. he wish he had gotten a glimpse of you sooner. seen how much you matured, he melted a little at the feeling of you. beyond perfect for him.

the pleasure was getting to your head, even in your intoxicated state. you clung to him like a life line as he moved against you. your sweet noises and that your eyes were barely open.

"beautiful." he said, "and all mine."

you swallowed, "you're wearing a condom, right?"

he staggered in his pace for a moment, but he gave you best media smile as he lied through his teeth, "of course, can't have any accidents." he kissed you once more. and you just melted into it so easily.

you then let out a sweet noise as you felt orgasm grip you. you panted heavily as the lust flooded your brain. you held onto him tightly as he continued to move against you. this all felt like a dream, and the noises you made as you came had max panting heavily.

"please."

"i need you." you said with tears in your eyes. the orgasm has torn through you and you were left a sputtering, hot mess under him.

he continued to rut against you, his pace was erratic as he moved against you. his heart raced at the sight of you. he was fully gone for you, he wanted you. tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that. he wanted his cock buried in your sweet pussy.

it was fine, obviously there was a connection. he just had to seal the deal, and with a few more strokes of his cock. he was putting all of his weight on top of him. he finished inside of you and you made a small pathetic noise.

"fuck." he groaned.

you whined, "please, max."

when he pulled away, he wasn't away long. he soon pulled you in for a searing hot kiss while he let his cock stay inside of you for a moment longer. to feel the closeness. you were a lucky girl, you were now max's newest obsession.

he licked the bead of sweat off your neck, his cock twitched inside of you. perfect.

he curled up beside you soon after, his grip on you was possessive at the least and obsessive at the most. he felt like a lion with prey between its jaws, not biting hard enough to kill it. but just to keep it still. you were a sweet little thing in his arms.

maybe it was smart for you not to be around the track as much because of school, because if max had gotten a glimpse of the little crybaby leclerc all grown up, you two would've already been married by now.

but don't worry, be a good girl and you'll have a pretty ring in your future. the thoughts pooled in max's gut and made his softening cock twitch a little.

before he could go another round with you, you were fast asleep next to him. your soft snoring could be felt in his chest. he may have had to a little lying and manipulating before, but he wasn't going to fuck that sweet cunt while you were asleep.

he wasn't a monster. but that didn't mean he got out of your sleepy grasp and grabbed his phone from his jeans pocket to take some photos. not to share of course, he doesn't share. they'll be for his personal collection when you eventually go limping back to your brother.

come morning you were wrapped up in max's arms. you woke up with a throbbing headache and the sun that came through the window made you want to die. when you tried to wiggle in his grasp, he held on tighter.

he kissed you on the back of the neck, "good morning."

the sound of his low voice was like a shock to your system as you woke up quicker. you looked over your shoulder at him and swallowed. last night was barely pieced together. but you were naked next to him under the covers with one of his cats scratching at the door demanding breakfast.

when you tried to pull away he only pulled you back to him. your back against his broad chest. he said, "you're not getting away that easily." he rested his head on your shoulder, his arms around you tightened.

"what happened last night?" you croaked.

"ah don't worry. just tell your brother your safe and sound. you can stay here until he gets back home." he rubbed his cock up against your behind, "a woman like you shouldn't be alone in a city like this. lots of bad men out there that could hurt you."

"but not you?" you felt something bloom in your chest. the familiar pang from your youth.

he kissed your jaw and said, "of course. i'll always keep you safe." as if his cum wasn't dried to your inner thigh. but don't worry, he'll freshen it up once that pesky headache of yours is gone. after all, your sweet older brother was gone for another week.

-

"you know." charles said sometime later, he was in max's drivers room picking at the food on the table, "i feel like i should kill you for fucking my sister."

max was seated across from him, one leg over the other. he smirked, "and what's stopping you?"

charles shrugged, "i don't have to hear her talk about you all the time. i mean, at least i can vouch for you. you are practically family, better than some random guy that she met at school." he looked at his fellow driver, "will not forgive you for getting her pregnant though. and outside of marriage too. you should've heard our mother when she told her." he rubbed his forehead.

max chuckled, "well that'll be dealt with after the season. it feels wrong scheduling it between races. she deserves a lovely wedding."

"good, good. and i better see my nephew! we live in the same city, you better not lock her away!" charles shook his finger at max.

max laughed, "don't worry don't worry. but i cannot promise that he race for monaco when he grows up." then winked at his fellow driver (and future brother in law).

in the end, max hobbled together a narrative of the night you spent together. which led to a week together, which led to you getting pregnant by him. no one could've suspected that he could ever hurt a hair on your head. he was too in love with you, almost to an obsessive degree. he took your virginity and now you were taking his last name. <3

[giannaln4]

Lucky Bracelet

lando norris x fem reader

summary: Making friendship bracelets was one of your favourite things to keep you entertained during race weeks, and you just had to make a special one for your boyfriend.  (1.5k words)

warnings: fluff, established relationship, a couple sexual innuendos

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Being constantly surrounded by hundreds of people and the double amount of cameras was not something you liked, but it’s something you had to put up with given the amount of attention your boyfriend got; it was something you have learnt to deal with. Not that you were fully used to it now, but at least it didn’t make you as anxious as it used to when you first started dating.

At least now you found something that helped you get your mind off the intense atmosphere that surrounded you during race weeks: making friendship bracelets. You made a few when you went to see Taylor Swift in concert late last year, and it stuck with you since then.

You travelled with all the materials you needed: colourful beads and cotton threads, tape, scissors — the whole deal. It wasn’t like you made an insane amount of bracelets every time you accompanied Lando to a race, but if you were bored or overwhelmed, you knew you had something to do.

Today was one of those days; Lando was specially busy today, and given your shy and quiet personality, you didn’t know that many people around, so you decided to lock yourself in Lando’s drivers room and get to it, carefully picking the letters and colours you would use.

Lando hated to leave you alone. He was aware of the many things he had to do, but he didn’t expect them to take that long, so as soon as he got a little bit of free time to catch lunch, he went looking for you. 

“Hey,” he greeted one of the mechanics. 

“Hi mate, how is it going?”

“All good, thanks. It’s a bit hot outside but still nice.”

“And yet, you are wearing a hoodie.” He teased him.

Lando let out a laugh, well aware of his reputation. "Well, I still have to keep it in style, don’t I?”

“You do, we know.”

“Anyway, have you seen Y/N?” 

“She must be in your room. I haven’t seen her since the two of you got here this morning.”

He smiled, knowing exactly what you were up to if you hadn’t left the small space all day. “Thanks.”

Lando made his way to his room, carefully knocking on the door before coming in. He didn’t want to scare you and make you drop all your beads, which has happened more times than he would like to admit.

“Come in,” he heard you yell from inside.

He opened the door and gave you the sweetest smile you have ever seen. “Hey, I’m back.”

“Hey, what took you so long?” You dropped everything you were doing to direct your attention at him. 

“Sorry, I didn’t know we would have to be there all morning, but I’m back for lunch.”

“It’s okay, and thank God, I’m starving.” You took a piece of tape to hold your bracelet in place and started to get up.

“What are you making here?” He asked you as he got closer to the small table, analysing what you had on display as the bright-coloured beads caught his eye.

“No, it’s a surprise.” You responded, quickly hiding your unfinished creation with your hands. 

“A surprise you say?” He came behind you to wrap his arms around you, softly kissing your head. 

You melted into his embrace and hummed in response, using one of your bags to hide it instead so you could hug your boyfriend back. “You can’t see it until you win this race.”

“Mhm, I see. What if I don’t win? When do I get to see it?” He questioned, not wanting to jinx his weekend, but he was still curious. 

“The next race you win.” You said this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Got it. In that case, I’m gonna have to win this race.” He grabbed your hips to turn you around, kissing you on the lips once you were facing him.

You went to eat your lunch together as you normally did, enjoying each other’s company as you talked about anything you could come up with. Before you knew it, he had to go back to his duties, and even though you tried hard to act normal about being left alone so he wouldn’t feel guilty, he still noticed. He knew you better than you knew yourself, anyway.

“You can come with me if you want, that way you don’t have to be alone.”

“No, it’s okay. I know there are millions of people and cameras when you do these things."

He couldn’t help but feel guilty; he knew you were there to support him, so he hated to be apart from you when you did. “I’m sorry, love. I know you don’t feel comfortable when there are a lot of people around. You know you don’t have to be here if you don’t want to, you could always stay home.”

“If you don’t want me to come, just say that,” you joked.

“No, it’s not that,” Lando replied immediately. “I do want you here, I always do, but I hate that you feel like you have to hide.”

“Lan, I’m not hiding. Sure, I do prefer to stay inside, but it’s not because I want to hide from the world. Besides, that’s why I always bring something to entertain myself with. I’ll be fine, I promise,” you reassure him.

“Okay,” he nods, smiling at you. “But if you want to go back to the hotel, that’s okay.”

The rest of the weekend went on a lot quicker, even though he was just as busy. Qualifying and race days were a lot less boring since you got to see the cars from the garage, enjoying the full wag experience. 

As the race went on, you couldn’t help but feel anxious and excited at the same time. Lando started from pole (which made you assure him the night before he would get to see the bracelet after the race), but you still had the need to crack your fingers every once in a while. There were only a few laps left, and he had led the entire race so far, and with the gap becoming bigger, you couldn’t contain your excitement.

Once he finally crossed that finish line with a 21-second margin, everyone in the garage cheered and jumped, celebrating Lando’s achievement. A lot of people gathered outside to see him get off the car and celebrate his third win himself, shouting his name and patting him in the helmet to congratulate him.

When it was time for the podium, you decided to go get the finished bracelet you kept in your purse and held it close to your heart, feeling extremely proud of Lando for the amazing race he just had. You couldn't stop the few tears that left your eyes; it made you so happy to see him accomplish his dreams. 

The whole thing was finally over, and you waited for him right there so you could finally express how proud of him you were. 

“Congrats, baby,” you said, hugging him as if you hadn’t seen him in months. “You did amazing.”

“Thank you.” Lando couldn’t erase the big smile off his face as he hugged you back. 

“That’s a cool trophy you got back there.”

“Yeah, I don’t really care about that.” He said, puling away and looking down at you. 

“You don’t?” You asked confused.

“No, I’m still waiting for my real reward.”

“Oh… we can go back to the hotel-”

“No!” He interrupted you, laughing loudly at the fact that your mind went there. “I mean my bracelet, didn’t you say I would get it if I won this race? Well, I did, and now I’m claiming it.”

You laughed, your cheeks burning a bit from embarrassment. “Right, uh- it’s not that great compared to your trophy.”

“I’m sure it’s better than any trophy I could ever get.”

Man, he really knew how to be the sweetest boyfriend in the entire world. You pulled the bracelet out of your pocket, hiding it in your fist before dropping it in his hands. 

The colours were the first thing that caught his attention. Fluoro green and black beads. He inspected these first, until he got to the little letters that read ‘MY WINNER’. He almost couldn’t contain his tears; he was so endeared by you and how much you supported his passion.

“I love it,” he whispered, lifting you up and kissing you emotionally before putting you back down and sliding the bracelet in his wrist, admiring the way it looked there. “Thank you.”

“See? I told you you would get to see it today.”

“It must be a lucky bracelet, then. I’m never taking it off.”

You giggled at this, loving how Lando reacted to the bracelet you made with much love, but you still thought he was just messing with you. “You must be tired.” You teased him.

“Mhm. Now, about my other reward-”

“Oh my God.” You rolled your eyes as you let out a loud laugh, holding his hand as you made your way to the car.

[starlightanya0wsblog]

~Having an argument with Dante~

(Warning: slighty suggestive at the end!)

"You take that back!"

As usual, in the office could be only heard the banters of Y/N and Dante; just like any other day.

He chuckled, sitted there in his chair, feigning innocence.

"Hey now, I'm just being honest! Do you have any idea how annoying your rants are? It's like a non-stop flood of whining."

"If I'm so annoying then I won't come to bother you anymore!"

He laughs, shaking his head.

"C'mon now, don't be like that. I was just teasing you, you know that."

He sighed.

"You're so damn sensitive sometimes-"

"I'M NOT! YOU'RE SO- UGHH! I CAN'T STAND YOU WHEN YOU'RE LIKE THIS!"

She slammed the door angrily and got out of the room, her heavy footsteps could be still heard outside as she headed out.

Dante rolled his eyes, mumbling to himself.

"Great, now she's gone and got her panties in a twist. Can never win an argument with a woman."

*****

He was still sitting at his desk, bored out of his mind. After a while, he sighs, leaning back in his chair.

"Damnit... I miss that crazy woman..."

Suddenly, Dante hears a knock on his door, his smirk that before was gone immediately came back with confidence; fixing his hair and clothes and taking a deep breath, heading to the door.

"I know that's her. It has to be; after all, she can't resist me, can't she?"

He opened the door, leaning against the frame and looking at her with a smug smile.

"Well, look who it is. You finally come crawling back to your favourite guy, huh?"

There was standing Lady in front of him, with a confused expression.

"...Uh?"

Dante's smirk faded, a look of surprise spreading across his face as he takes in the fact that it was Lady.

"Lady...?"

He hadn't been expecting her, and a pang of disappointment hit him as he realized it wasn't Y/N.

"Yeah...? Were you expecting someone else?"

He quickly recovered his composure, shaking his head, smirking again.

"What? No. Yeah. I mean... nope. No one else."

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

"So, what brings you here, Lady?"

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

"...The job...?"

"Ah, of course. The job. Right. So, what is it? Demons causing trouble again?"

"Yeah... a client called remember? Trish is already waiting for us..."

She can sense something's wrong with Dante, he seemed weirder than usual.

He nods, a smirk playing on his lips as he grabs his coat.

"Yeah, yeah. Can't keep a pretty lady waiting, am I right?"

****

He stands in the center of the battlefield, breathing heavily. His jacket and hair are disheveled, his face smeared with blood. But despite his weary state, there's a gleam in his eyes as he surveys the aftermath.

"Well, that's that taken care of. Good work, Lady."

"Yeah yeah...You know... it's all day that you seem...weird."

Dante furrows his eyebrows, taken back by her observation.

"What do you mean 'weird'? I don't seem weird. I'm just tired from the fight. That's all."

"Well I mean you're always weird it's just a static fact but... you seem a little bit... off."

Dante shrugs, feigning nonchalance.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine."

He begins walking away, hoping she'll drop the subject.

"...Now that I think about it; before you seemed surprised to see me... like you actually were expecting someone else."

He froze for a moment, cursing silently under his breath, before continuing to walk.

"Don't be ridiculous. I wasn't expecting anyone else. You must have misunderstood Lady."

"Well, one thing that I know for sure is that you're always joking around and act stupid; but I understand when you'll acting stupid just to not think about something else."

Dante stopped, sighing in defeat. Damn it, she knew him too well.

"All right, all right. You want the truth? Yes, there was someone I was hoping to see."

"Let me guess... you had a fight with Y/N; didn't you?"

He nodded, his shoulders sagging.

"Yeah, we... had a little argument. But it wasn't my fault, believe me. She just can't handle being teased, that's all."

"Well... I saw her getting out of the office and she didn't seem very... pleased. So; is it because of how you put it: "she just can't handle being teased" or because she didn't felt heard?"

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

"I just teased her a bit, okay? I thought she'd find it funny but instead she got all pissy. She's too sensitive, that's her problem."

"Well; that perhaps may be true; though, don't you think you should... how to put it...?"

He frowned, looking at her with a mix of confusion and annoyance.

"You're starting to sound like a therapist now, you know that? Just say what you want to say."

"...Be less a jerk"

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

"Oh, come on. I'm not that big of a jerk. I was just messing around, having some fun. I didn't think she'd take it so seriously."

"You clearly don't know how to deal with women Dante; even though you're circondated by them."

He huffs in annoyance, leaning against a wall.

"Yeah, well, it's not my fault women are so damn complicated, alright? I don't get why they can't just take a joke."

"Well; I just said what I thought, the rest is your choice."

Dante grumbles under his breath, knowing she had a point but too stubborn to admit it.

"Fine, you're right. Maybe I was a bit of a jerk. But that doesn't change the fact that she's too damn sensitive."

"But you miss her, don't you?"

He looks away, his cheeks getting a little red.

"...Yeah, I do. I mean...we may fight and bicker, but that's just how we are. When she's not around, the office feels...empty."

Lady smiles, giving him a punch of encouragement.

"Then you know what to do already."

He rubs his shoulder, wincing at the punch but appreciating the gesture.

"Yeah, I do."

He gives her a playful salute, before heading to Y/N's house.

*****

He arrived at her house; with a pizza box in his hand.

"Here goes nothing..."

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Comin'!"

He waited anxiously, shifting from foot to foot. He was hoping she would at least hear him out. After a moment, the door opened, revealing Y/N.

Her smiled dropped seeing him, looking at him a little curious and a bit angry.

"Look who came all over the way here..."

"Yeah, it's me. Can I come in for a moment? I... need to talk to you."

She seemed to think about it for a moment, she sighs and makes him sign to enter.

The moment he steps inside, he feels a mix of gratefulness and nervousness as she lets him in. He closes the door behind him, holding up the pizza box.

"Hey, uh... I brought pizza. As a peace offering."

"..."

He fidgets awkwardly under her gaze, feeling the weight of her silence. He sets the pizza down on the nearest table, clearing his throat.

"Look... can we talk? Please? I need to get something off my chest."

She crosses her arms, looking at him and raising an eyebrow.

"Oh now you want to talk? I thought you finded me annoying."

"No, no, I don't find you annoying. I was just... messing around. But I took it too far and I hurt you. And for that, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a jerk, I'm sorry for calling you sensitive, I'm just... sorry, ok?"

She stays silent, listening to him with a certain focus.

"Look, the truth is... I miss you, alright? I miss our arguments, I miss your annoying little lectures, I miss having you around. You make the office bearable, dammit."

She smiled a little, and even if she was looking down, Dante still noticed it.

"So you miss me uh?"

He returns the smile, feeling relieved that she's starting to soften up.

"Yeah, I do. More than I care to admit."

He runs a hand through his hair, feeling a bit embarrassed.

She was still with her arms crossed, looking up at him. She smiled with a look full of affection.

"I forgive you; I can't stay mad for too long at you if you look at me like a sad puppy... after all, you even brought me pizza."

He laughs, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders.

"Ha, yeah, I guess I do have a knack for giving puppy-dog eyes."

He sat down on the couch, patting the spot beside him.

"C'mon, come here."

She couldn't contain her own excitement and hugged him tightly.

Dante is taken by surprise by the sudden hug, but he quickly embraces her back, a feeling of comfort and relief washing over him, taking in her wonderful perfume, oh god how missed that.

"Whoa, whoa, easy there, doll."

He laughs, holding her close and ruffling her hair affectionately.

"There's still something you need to do to be completely forgiven though."

"Oh, really now? And what's that sweetheart?"

"You haven't gave me a kiss yet"

He lets out a low whistle, pretending to be shocked.

"Oho, so that's how it is, huh? You're going to make me work for it, are you?"

He grins, pulling her closer, so their faces are only inches apart.

He gazes into her eyes for a moment, then cups her face in his hands, leaning forward slowly.

"You're such a demanding little devil, aren't you love?"

He whispers, his breath ghosting over her lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss.

She smiled in the kiss; if only he knew how much she also missed him...

His hands gets down to grab her ass, whispering to her ear.

"What about make-up sex love?"

He smirked while she was blushing heavily, sighing a little bit, but she would be lying if she would say that she didn't want it...♡

One thing's for sure; the pizza's was surely going to get cold.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

i just know that if the reader gets married she won't allow bruce to walk her down the aisle (maybe won't even invite him and the rest of the family)

"HERE COMES THE BRIDE???"

(I'M FINALLY FREE TO WORK GUYS IVE BEEN SO BUSY AND SORRY IT TOOKE ME SO LONG TO DO THISS AHH!!!)

I think it's no surprise that the reader is deadly scared but also really excited about marriage; the reader just loves connection, whether it's platonic or romantic, and genuinely wants to be with them—not because they're in Wayne, not because their mom used to be famous, not because they're famous, but because they genuinely want them. I think they're interesting, funny, and smart. Your heart can melt to be with someone for the rest of their lives, then they're kind of scared because, well, what if it just doesn't work out? The reader has grown up with a lot of bruises from their mom's relationships, and sometimes they last long, but not too long. Love can be pretty warped; they think if they don't find "the one" immediately, then they'll never find "the one." It's just that type of thing. I also don't feel like the reader will be monogamous at first; they go with the flow when it comes to relationships. They'll date her, they'll date him, because each and every person is different, and you get something different from each relationship. Getting married to one person is kind of crazy to them, but when they do meet that special someone, the reader wouldn't hesitate to get married and settle down. They wouldn't believe it at first, but once they feel that pang in their chest, hell yeah, they'll believe it.

And let's be honest here, the bats are not invited to their wedding at all. Your wedding is going to be kind of small, not big and extravagant like Bruce would want it to be. It's small, like in a church, since your mom's kind of religious, and so is your grandma, plus the rest of your family. It's just a small venue with your family on your mom's side and the groom's or bride's family on the other side. Your wedding dress is definitely a little bit simplistic too, with a little bit of lace around your shoulders; the veil, of course, Alfred would definitely do some sewing to make it all come together. Decorating will be done by your mom and your auntie. Everything's going well, the music's great, but who will give you away? Who will walk you down that aisle? Ollie, of course, who is basically a father to you. If it's not going to be Ollie, then it would definitely be Clark. If you're getting married to Connor, he’d be in your ear telling you how amazing you look and how your soon-to-be husband and wife are going to shatter to the floor once they see you, cracking little jokes to make sure you're not nervous, all that stuff.

The love of your life does see you, and they will fall to the floor crying over how beautiful you look. But as the vows are going to be read, the Wayans appear, and it's a whole thing. Damian is yelling and screaming at you because you're marrying—not only that, he's a clone! A clone! Why in the hell would you marry a clone? He has a Kryptonite sword in hand and is ready to cut down Connor. Tim is absolutely gobsmacked that his best friend is getting married to his younger sister (6 months), and he didn't even say a thing—not even the rest of his friends. he's a great detective, of course; last minute, he figures out where the wedding was being held since all his friends decided not to tell him and wait until he figures out. You begged them not to tell him. Jason is definitely in tears—not just because of how pretty you look, but because you just didn't invite him. He would understand why you wouldn't invite Bruce but him—he would set Gotham aflame for you! Why isn't he the one giving you away? Why is that stupid Green Arrow doing it? Oh, and if Roy is the one giving you away, the sense of betrayal that he feels will cut like a knife.

Dick is screaming, "Objection! Objection! Objection!" You shouldn't be getting married; you're too young! You don't even know if he's the one! You barely even know how love works! What, you're 27? Yeah, he's been in love tons of times; he's been married once, and it never worked out. He's trying to save you from the eventual heartbreak or he's trying to keep you all to himself. Bruce is definitely being held back by your uncles and older cousins. I don't know why, guys, but when he catches a glimpse of his long-term rival giving his little girl away at the altar, he's screaming at your mom, saying it was supposed to be him! He was supposed to do it! Throwing decorations, calling them cheap and used up, he could have given you a way better wedding, a prettier dress, and better food for catering.

Duke is the quiet one of the bunch; he's bouncing his leg up and down as he watches the priest read, "through sickness and in health." He's pissed, he's angry—God, he's feeling every single emotion in the freaking book! Are you not talking? You're not even bringing him here! This is your special day; he knows! But really, you don't trust him? You really don't like him that much, but you wouldn't bring him here; then he doesn't deserve to be here. He knows he's done some crazy things and he can be very tough to handle, but that doesn't mean he can't be in a church and watch the wedding ceremony. He's staring up at the small lights around you, and he's making them explode with his powers. He is downright pissed.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Foxes III

Jenni Hermoso x Child!Reader

Summary: You don't like touch

Spain loses to Japan.

A four nil defeat that leaves everyone a bit depressed.

Football's a boring game to you so you didn't really watch it despite sitting on the bench. Football is Mami's whole life though. You know that and you know this defeat will make her feel a bit sad.

You think that's kind of stupid because it's just a game but maybe it's different when you play a game as an adult. You don't know why it would be different but you decide that it must be because the whole team seems a little depressed about it.

"It's like when you lose a fox toy," Tia Ale says to you on the ride back to the hotel.

"I don't lose my toys," You reply, staring out the window.

"Well, if you did-"

"But I don't."

"What about when you left Roja at home?" Alexia says," Your Mami said you were sad about that. This feels like that to everyone else."

You were very sad when that happened. You missed Roja like crazy for ages after you first moved to Mexico. That must be how everyone is feeling now.

You head bobs up and down in agreement. "Okay."

You don't ask anymore questions on the ride home and Mami takes you straight up to your room for bath time. She wraps you in a nice fluffy towel before helping you into your pyjamas.

Dinner will be soon though so she throws a jumper on top of your pyjamas to keep them clean so you can go straight to bed after you've eaten.

Your hand closes around one of your foxes before leaving the room.

The girls are still a little sad, even you can tell that and you're not very good at working out what other people's feelings are.

You're the only one that's enjoying dinner which is seriously saying a lot because the food here is weird and you're very picky with what you're eating.

"Mami," You say," You still sad?"

Jenni's a little shocked at being addressed so openly. You don't like doing that in public. You're fairly silent around other people. She frowns.

"A little, osita," She says," Why? Are you feeling sad too?"

"I'm not sad," You reply. Your fork scrapes the plate wrong and you cringe, a whole body shudder going through you as you set down your cutlery.

Slowly, you shift in your chair before standing to approach Jenni.

Like your speaking, you're not big on touch either, at least in public. Jenni's used to you hanging out by her legs at home because she always wears the softest trousers and you like touching them but skin on skin had never been a big desire or need of yours.

Jenni has a hard enough time getting you to accept affection at home. She's already ruled out touching in public apart from hand holding and that was only because the alternative was a leash and you felt that was too restricting and made you breath funny.

But you curl into her lap now and give her a quick squeeze that bore some semblance of a hug. Jenni's too shocked to hug you back, jaw slack as you slip off her lap.

You go to Tia Ale next, clambering up into her seat with her and giving her a quick hug that's so fast that she doesn't realise what's happening until it's over.

Irene is next and, after seeing Jenni and Alexia go through it, she's fully prepared. But the moment her arms curl around to hug you back, you're wiggling away and already on your way.

Just because you're giving out hugs doesn't mean you need to be hugged back.

Codi's after Irene and then Mario, who both know now to allow their arms to go limp when you hug them. You go through all the Barcelona girls you know before coming straight back to Jenni.

You tug on her hand and she very gently takes yours in hers. She's slow and careful just in case you want to pull away but you let her hold your hand.

"Mami," You say.

"Yes, Osita?"

"With me...please."

Jenni stands and you lead her over to the girls in the team you've missed out, the ones that you don't know as well as the Barcelona girls. You drop Jenni's hand to hug each girl before squeezing Jenni's hand the moment you can hold it again, you other hand coming up to run your fingers over her comfortable trousers.

"That was a very nice thing you did at dinner," Jenni tells you as she tucks you into bed that night.

"Yes. Tia Ale said so," You reply, getting all snuggly and comfortable with a fox under each arm.

"Tia Ale is right," Jenni says," Your cuddles really cheered everyone up."

"Not sad anymore?" You check and Jenni nods.

"No one's sad anymore."

"Good."

Jenni presses a soft kiss to your forehead and pulls your covers all the way up. "Night, Osita. I love you."

"Love you too."

[bestlilithian]

My experiences with synastry

8th house synastry

By far, my favorite. Intense, transcendal, deep. It goes beyond the physical and mental, reaches straight into your soul. The sexual tension is palpable, and at the same time it feels like home.

( do note that i have pluto influencing my ic and moon so your and my idea of 'home' might be a bit different ♡ lmao )

Moon in 8th house:

- absolute favorite. the connection runs deep, if you let it. when you meet this person you will know pretty early on that the potentional for intense bonding is immense. for every person i met with this, after a while i look in their eyes and think 'we could absolutely ruin eachother in the best way possible'.

- the sexual tension breaches the physical and turns almost emotional. like, 'i want to fuck you so hard that you cry' type shit. of course, every 8th house connection has some kind of sexual electricity constantly present, but i've found that w this placement, it's .. profound.

- so far , i've only been the house person, and i've found that the way the moon person looks at me is like nothing i've seen before. i mean, the eye contact being intense is a given w any 8th overlay but w this one it's ... wow. it's a simultaneous pleading to 'come closer, enter my world, feel my essence' and a threat to 'stay away, you see to far into me, you know too much'.

- it's obsessive. on my side (house) at least. by obsessive i mean ... obsessive. one of them is a crush that i haven't been able to put out for a fucking year, even with no contact. in fact, funnily enough, when i thought i was totally over it, all it took was to see her again and make eye contact - immediately, i was thrown for a loop. we didn't even exchange words directly, it was a group setting .. but the eye contact was absolutely enough. crazy.

- as the house person, i feel like the moon person can feel that i see straight through them. another thing i've noticed is that the moon person usually seems a little intimidated/nervous around me, especially at first.

- the thing with this overlay is that it can get hard to take real action on the connection because it's anything but lighthearted. you can clearly tell that if you pursue it, it's gonna get deep and that can range from inconvenient to uncomfortable, or even scary for someone who's not used to 8th house/pluto/scorpio energy.

Lilith in 8th house

- the sexual tension. is. insane. i'm talking .. concerning. i've had this w a friend, a guy who's not my type in the slightest (and i dont really like guys in general, mind you), but there's this kind of ... sexual energy in the air. like, we're not gonna do anything about it, but it's there. and it's not even physical, for me at least - i dont find him attractive physically its just .. a compulsive feeling.

- now, when i have it w someone i actually find attractive, even a little bit, it gets scaled up to the extreme. the moment i see this person, i'm immediately attracted to them. instant. they don't even have to be my type, but if they are - my god, if they are ...

- i am usually lilith in this overlay, and i often find myself wanting to corrupt the house person, to pull them into my dark erotic world. this synastry really brings out my lilith energy even more.

- as lilith i love teasing the house person & i want to see them squirm. i wanna dominate them & see them fall apart beneath me (in the best way possible)

- this is very much a 'i can ruin them' type connection (not in a malicious way)

- i automatically feel confident around this person, no matter if i felt insecure the rest of the day; its like the house person awakens my dark feminine energy just w their presence (and thats a damn good feeling)

Sun & Mercury in 8th house

- honestly this ones interesting; if your connection is platonic, it wont add weird undertones, if its not , it will heighten the attraction significantly.

- it will be really easy and satisfying to talk about your secrets, your past, your traumas, your pain, as well as your kinks, sexual preferences & sexual experiences w this person.

- you will be able to tell this person the naked, blunt truth about them to their face, and vice versa, esp eith mercury in 8th overlay

sun conjunct lilith

- i was lilith and its .. fun. sun brings out my 'bad' side. the fun one.

- as lilith, i find sun really cute, and i try to figure them out, cause i feel like they arent really as naive & innocent as they seem to be.

- sun may be a little scared of lilith here. :)

pluto conjunct lilith

- i have yet to experience this but from what i've heard i love, love, love .

- think bonnie n clyde, mr and mrs smith. they can appreciate eachothers shadow and its very exciting

- hearsay says the sex is mindblowing but i cant confirm or deny

pluto conjunct ascendant

- my mothers pluto is conjunct my ascendant and she literally fucked me up royally soo be careful w this one yall

- pluto will try to control the ascendant and have power over them

- pluto tries to control ascendants behavior, appearance, mannerisms, social etiquett, even food intake sometimes

- i have never seen this be a healthy dynamic but i would love to be proven wrong

lilith square ascendant

every time a man's lilith squares my ascendant, an angel dies. i swear to fucking god, this synastry is a hot, headache-inducing mess.

now, ive only ever had this with men so take it w a grain of salt.

whenever a mans lilith squared my ascendant, the situation was the same:

he had a crush, and then there was .. me. he loved one girl, truly, but had an intense, weird, sexual obsession with me (that often scared him).

he was extremely attracted to me, but reluctant to admit it directly. wanted to 'tame' me, make me 'well-behaved'. we argued at least once within 24h of knowing eachother.

heavy sexual tension, but in a irritating, conflicting way. reallyy intense eye contact, but almost forbidden.

they all, at some point, iced me out in one way or another, deliberately avoided me, seemingly for no reason.

lilith in 7th house

this ones weird.

- we kinda have beef, but not really

- we either completely agree with eachother or utterly disagree

- mixed feelings

- switching between liking and disliking eachother

- sexual tension, but in an annoying way

[profilerclra]

Why does she give a damn about me? | Spencer Reid x Reader

cutesy, cheesy fluff

In wich Spencer thinks reader is out of his league but she could not be more into him.

Content: Garcia is a queen as always, sunshine!reader

Warnings: Maybe some light lack of self steem from spence, but nothing crazy!!

He was used to it at this point. Being the weird kid in high school and college, Spencer never really expected anyone to be into him and, after being rejected a couple of times, he had practically closed himself off in that sense. But then, you came into the picture.

You are one of those girls that everyone seemed to gravitate toward, not only because of your beauty but because of your essence. You were genuinely kind, smart and good with people in a way he wished he was, maybe that’s why he was so drawn to you, you had all the qualities he wished he had and being close to you made him feel complete.

Needless to say that he was in love with you, it had started as an admiration and when he realized he was thinking about you all the time, but he was sure you would never be into guys like him, he was sure you’d never see him as more than friends.

–

You had joined the team a few years ago, you were excited to finally be doing what you really wanted when you joined the BAU, going out in the field and being on cases instead of just working a desk job all the time. When you first met the team, everyone seemed very welcoming but you felt yourself especially drawn to Spencer out of all people, at first he seemed distant but with time you noticed how sweet he was and how much he cared for everyone around him and god that man was so funny, you loved his weird science jokes and his magic tricks. How were you supposed to not fall in love with him? You asked yourself that question every time he brought you coffee in the morning or went on his rambles about some random thing.

After a particularly intense inquiry from a very drunk Garcia in one of the girls' nights she organized at her home, you told her your feelings for Reid and she made you swear you would act on it.

“Garcia, I'm not confessing. He's not into me like that, i’ll just ruin our friendship”

“Oh honey, he practically kisses the floor you walk in, he follows you around the office like a lost puppy and practically kills any officer that dares to be the tiniest bit mean to you. There’s no way he’s not into you, at least try pretty please” She says, doing puppy eyes at you. Garcia took her job as a cupid very seriously and was not going to let this be her first fail.

“Alright, i’ll try but if he ends up hating me you’ll have to bake me cookies everyday until i die” You say rolling your eyes and finishing your glass of wine.

“Ohhh i’ll be cooking cookies for you guys wedding!”

–

So, here you are holding his favorite order from the local coffee shop and gathering the courage to press the button to the elevator

“Hey are you fine?” A familiar voice calls you, when you turn around its spencer.. Great, guess you’ll have to do this right now

“Oh hi yeah, I was just um… meditating”

“Did you know meditanting has been proven to increase your memory and is also great for reducing anxiety. I really should start doing it, what method do you use?” Spencer says while pressing the button to the elevator

“Ummm breath in, breath out i think” You say, unsure how to respond

“That's actually one of the best ways as it oxygenates your brain and helps it work better, it can also help you feel more calm since deep breathing activates the parasympathetic nervous system that sends a signal to your brain to tell the anxious part that you're safe and don't need to use the fight, flight response” He says, doing the little smile and head nod thing he always does after info dumping.

You smile back at him, as you both enter the elevator and press the button to the BAU floor.

“I brought you something” You say, handing him the coffee shop bag

He opens it and smiles at you “I can’t believe you remembered my favorites, thank you so much” You love that smile so much, all you can think about is how perfect he is and how there’s no way you can continue on without dating this man.

“Actually, I need to tell you something spence… I was thinking, maybe we could go out together as like, a date or something” You say, already blushing from the embarrassment you felt and how scared you were that he did not reciprocate the feelings.

“Really? Of course i want, to be honest i’ve wanted to ask you to be honest but i thought you’d never see me like that”

“Are you kidding me spencer? I’ve had a crush on you since we first meet”

The elevator gets to the office, and you both walk in blushing and joking about how you two were so blind to each other's feelings. As you get in, garcia passes by you two stopping to stare

“There’s something happening here…” She says, pointing between you two and pressing her eyes together as if she’s profiling you two

“I asked him out”

“Oh my god finally, you see? I’m always right, I don’t even need to ask what he said, look at Reid, he’s glowing, ohh i’m so happy” She says, walking out to probably tell the news to everyone on the team.

[f1-mcmuffin]

hii, in lovee with your works abt Lando and 5th member of bp, you write really amazing. And i have request, could you do Lando x her where she's in "hot ones" show and keep mentioning Lando, would really appreciate if you do it. <3

Hot Ones

(Requested) Lando Norris x Reader (5th Member of BLACKPINK AU)

| Lando Norris Masterlist| Main Masterlist | Spotlight & Slipstream Masterlist |

The camera zoomed in on Hot Ones host Sean Evans as he smiled toward his guest, the set buzzing with anticipation. Y/n, the 5th member of BLACKPINK and a rising solo artist, sat across from him, nervously eyeing the first plate of wings on the table. The array of sauces, each one hotter than the last, gleamed ominously under the studio lights.

“Welcome to Hot Ones, Y/n,” Sean said with his usual smile, the calm before the storm. “How are you feeling?”

She took a deep breath, trying to hold back a nervous laugh. “I’m not sure how I feel yet. I definitely regret not eating spicy food before coming here.”

Sean laughed. “Well, you’re about to regret a whole lot more. But I have to ask: You’ve just released your new solo album, and fans are going wild for it. How’s the process been for you compared to working with BLACKPINK?”

She grinned, leaning in slightly. “It’s been a totally different experience. With BLACKPINK, it’s such a collaborative process, and we all have input on everything. But with my album, it was like... it was just me. Which I'm not used to. I had more control over the direction, the themes, the vibe of the music. It was honestly kind of freeing, but also a little nerve-wracking. It’s like, if people don’t like it, there’s no one else to blame but me!”

Sean chuckled, picking up the first wing. “Well, we’re all definitely excited to listen to it. But before we dive into that, we’ve got to start with our first wing. Let’s get that heat going.”

She nodded and picked up the first wing, eyeing it carefully. She had been warned about the heat, but nothing quite prepared her for the experience. “Here we go,” she muttered, taking a cautious bite.

Sean, already taking a bite himself, glanced at her. “It’s a bit milder at first, right? A good intro to what’s coming.”

She nodded, wiping a bit of sauce from her lips. “Yeah, this one’s not so bad. It’s got a really nice flavor to it. Not too overwhelming.”

Sean smiled and dove into the next question. “So, let’s talk about your new solo album. You’ve got a bit of a different sound on this record. What was the inspiration behind it? What were you hoping to explore with your music?”

She leaned back in her seat, her mind shifting to the creative process. “I definitely wanted to push myself in new directions. I grew up listening to a lot of different genres—pop, R&B, even a bit of hip-hop. I wanted to combine those influences and make something that felt true to me. It’s been a journey of experimenting with different sounds I hadn’t really explored before. There are moments where I’m embracing vulnerability, and others where I’m just having fun with the music.”

Sean nodded, clearly impressed with the depth behind her answer. “That’s awesome. And it’s clear the album’s been a huge hit with fans. Now, I’ve got to ask about something that’s been quite a hot topic ever since you went public —your relationship with McLaren driver, Lando Norris. You two have been pretty open about y’alls relationship, and fans are just eating it up. How did you guys meet, and what’s it like to have a relationship that’s out there for everyone to see?”

She chuckled, a warm smile spreading across her face. “Yeah, it’s been a bit crazy, honestly. We met a while ago at a Ralph Lauren event, and we just clicked. Lando’s such a funny, amazing person. He makes me laugh all the time, and I think that’s why it works so well. It’s not always easy being in a relationship when you’re both in the public eye, but we’ve always tried to just be ourselves and not let it affect our connection.”

Sean’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “And how does he handle the attention? I mean, you’re both in the spotlight for very different reasons, but the world definitely seems obsessed with you two.”

She laughed, glancing down at the wings. “Lando’s definitely used to it with the F1 scene, but I think it’s been a learning experience for both of us. We’ve had to set boundaries, keep certain things private when we need to, and just enjoy the time we have together. We’re both super busy at the moment, so when we do get a moment, we try to make the most of it.”

“Sounds like you two have a solid foundation,” Sean remarked, wiping his hands on a napkin. “Alright, time for wing number two. Things are about to heat up.”

She eyed the next wing warily but took a deep breath and took a bite. The heat hit her immediately, her eyes widening slightly. “Oh wow, okay, this one’s definitely packing a punch,” she said, her voice slightly more breathless than before.

Sean grinned. “That’s the idea! So, going back to your music, how do you balance the demands of your group projects with your solo career? You’re doing it all—performing, preparing for tour, recording. How do you juggle it?”

She wiped her mouth, her face cooling from the heat of the wing. “It’s a balancing act, for sure. BLACKPINK’s schedule has always been intense, but we’ve always supported each other in doing solo projects. So, when I have time, I can focus on my music, and when I’m back with my girls, it’s all about BLACKPINK. Lando and I joke about how I have two full-time jobs, but honestly, it’s all about managing your time and being present in whatever I’m doing.”

Sean nodded appreciatively. “Sounds like a lot, but clearly, you’ve got it handled. Alright, wing three. This one’s a little... spicier.”

Her face lit up with a laugh, her eyes darting to the next wing. “I’m starting to think I should’ve trained for this like Lando does with his racing.”

“You should’ve!” Sean said, laughing along with her. “I think Lando would approve of that.”

She took the third wing, already bracing herself for the heat. The spice hit almost immediately, her face contorting slightly as she chewed through it. “Okay, yeah, that one’s got a kick,” she said, shaking her head as she reached for her water. “How do you do this every week? It’s like slow torture.”

Sean laughed, clearly used to it by now. “Years of practice. You’re doing great, though. Let’s shift gears a bit—what’s next for you now? Touring? More solo projects?”

She took another sip of water, then smiled. “Definitely more music. I’ve got a few ideas floating around. I want to keep evolving as an artist, so I’m already brainstorming for my next projects. As for touring, I kind of have been mentally and physically preparing myself. I was definitely struggling on our last tour so I’m focused on making sure I'm at my best and making sure I give the best performance for my fans.”

“Sounds like the future’s bright for you,” Sean said, clearly impressed with her focus. “Alright, time for wing four. This one is... well, let’s just say it’ll make you think twice about that water.”

She shot him a look. “I’m regretting all my decisions right now.”

Her face was starting to flush from the heat as she took another sip of water. The third wing had set her taste buds on fire, but she was powering through it, determined to keep the conversation going. Sean sat back in his chair, a grin on his face as he reached for the fourth wing.

"Alright, Y/n," Sean said, his voice light but teasing. "Let’s take a break from the spice for a second. You’ve got your DEADLINE tour coming up with BLACKPINK, right? It's been a while since you all performed together. What’s the vibe going to be like? What can fans expect from this new tour?"

She raised her eyebrows, a little relieved to have a less intense topic to discuss. She wiped her hands, leaning back as she thought about the tour. “Yeah, it's been a minute since we’ve had a big performance together. Honestly, I think DEADLINE is going to be different from anything we’ve done before. Our music has evolved, and with it, our performances. We’ve got some surprises in store—a new song, new visuals, and of course, a setlist that’s going to blow everyone away.”

Sean raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Surprises, huh? Anything you can hint at? I mean, you’ve all been working on solo projects, but do we get to see some of your solo music mixed in with BLACKPINK’s tracks?”

She grinned, clearly excited to talk about it. “I mean, I can’t give too much away... but I think the fans will love the mix of our solo stuff and BLACKPINK tracks. We’re all going to have a bit of a solo moment during the show. You know, each of us is bringing something a little different to the table, but it’s all about keeping the energy high and having fun together. And yes, I’ll definitely be performing some tracks from my solo album.”

Sean nodded approvingly, clearly impressed. “I love that for you. So, your solo stuff is going to make its way into the show. Now, I gotta ask—how does Lando feel about it? I mean, I can imagine he’s a huge supporter of everything you’re doing. Does he ever give you any advice?”

She smiled softly at the mention of Lando, her eyes lighting up. “He’s amazing. Honestly, Lando’s support means everything to me. He’s always the first to hype me up, especially with my solo work. He’s really good at helping me stay grounded and focused. He’s also got great taste in music—sometimes, I’ll play him a new track and ask for his opinion. He’s brutally honest, but in the best way.”

Sean chuckled, a knowing look in his eyes. “Ah, so he’s a tough critic, huh? I bet he’s no stranger to the creative process with the racing world, always analyzing and strategizing. I’m sure that translates to helping you with your music too.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Exactly. Lando’s one of those people who’s constantly thinking ahead, whether it's on the track or in life. Sometimes, he’ll give me suggestions about my songs, and I swear, I think he was a producer in another life. But I always appreciate his thoughts. And he’s great at pushing me to be better.”

Sean gave her an impressed look. “Sounds like he’s your biggest cheerleader—and it’s clear you’re his too. So, now that we’ve talked about the tour, let’s hit another wing. Are you ready for this?”

She took a deep breath and picked up the next wing, eyeing it warily. “Let’s do it. If I can handle the last one, I can handle anything.”

As she took the bite, the heat hit instantly—stronger, hotter. Her eyes widened, she cleared her throat and she immediately grabbed her milk. Sean grinned, watching her reaction closely. “Oh my god, why”

“Yeah, that one’s a doozy,” he said, taking a bite of his own wing. “But you’re handling it like a pro. Speaking of handling things, how do you manage the whole public relationship with Lando while still trying to focus on your music and BLACKPINK? Does it get tricky to keep some things private?”

She wiped her mouth with a napkin and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. Before letting out a small laugh and slowly opening her eyes. “You know, it definitely has its moments. We try to keep things as private as we can, but I think people like seeing the real side of us. With Lando, it’s easier to balance because we both get it. He’s in a public-facing career, so we’ve learned to respect each other’s space while still supporting each other publicly. I think the key is communication. It’s always about finding a healthy balance.”

Sean nodded, impressed by her ability to handle the pressures of both fame and personal life. “Sounds like you’ve got it figured out. Okay, wing number six. Here it comes. I gotta ask—what’s been the most unexpected thing about your relationship with Lando?”

She paused for a moment, a thoughtful look crossing her face as she took another bite of the hot wing. “I think... how normal it feels. With all the media attention, you would think it would feel different, but with Lando, everything just flows. It doesn’t feel forced, and he’s always been such a down-to-earth person. That’s probably the most unexpected thing—I thought we’d have more challenges because of the public side of things, but it’s been easier than I imagined.”

Sean grinned. “You’re lucky you found someone who makes it that easy. Not everyone gets that kind of relationship.”

Her smile softened, her eyes gleaming with affection as she spoke about Lando. “Yeah, I feel really lucky. He’s got a way of making everything feel so light, even when the world is moving so fast around us. I can always count on him to bring me back to the present.”

Sean’s expression softened, clearly enjoying the candidness of the moment. “It’s great to hear that. Relationships like that are rare. Okay, last wing. You know what they say—the hotter the wing, the hotter the conversation. Ready for this?”

She looked at the final wing, the heat practically radiating off it. She took a deep breath, then picked it up. “Here goes nothing,” she said, flashing a confident smile as she took a bite.

Instantly, the heat exploded in her mouth. Her face flushed red, and she almost gasped for air, her eyes wide as the spice took over. Sean, ever the pro, took his own bite, watching her closely with a smile.

“This is where the fun begins,” Sean teased.

She could barely hold back a laugh, wiping her forehead as she grinned through the heat. “This... is... intense,” she managed to say, her voice a little breathless.

Sean chuckled, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Well, you’re handling it like a champ. So, before we wrap this up, I have to ask—after DEADLINE tour, what’s next for you? More music? Anything in the works?”

She wiped her mouth, still feeling the heat but trying to stay composed. “Definitely more music. I’ve already started working on some ideas for my next album , and I want to experiment with some new sounds. But for now, I’m really focused on the tour. I want to give everything I’ve got to BLACKPINK and the fans. After that, we’ll see where the music takes me.”

Sean leaned in slightly. “Sounds like big things are on the horizon. And with Lando cheering you on, you’ve got a solid team.”

She laughs, her expression warm and sincere. “I do. I’ve got the best support system, and I’m just excited to see where everything goes.”

Sean gave her a nod of approval. “I think we can all agree, we’re excited too. Y/n, thank you so much for being here today. You powered through the wings, and we got to hear some great insight into your music and relationship with Lando. You’re a real pro.”

She laughed, finally starting to cool down from the heat. “Thanks, Sean. This was... definitely an experience. But I’m glad I did it.”

Sean laughed along with her. “It’s one of the hottest challenges out there. And you made it look easy. You’re a true Hot Ones legend now.”

She gave him a playful wink. “I think I’ve earned a spot on the wall of fame after that last wing.”

Sean grinned, raising his hand. “We’ll make sure to add you to the Hall of Fame. Thanks for being here, Y/n. And best of luck with the album and the DEADLINE tour. We’ll all be watching.”

She smiled as the cameras faded out. “Thanks, Sean. This was a blast.”

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[hellsenthero]

Dirty Little Secret

Dbf!Stucky x Fem!reader

While your dad celebrates his new promotion, you celebrate with his best friends.

Warnings: smut

Masterlist

A.N: I wrote this at my parents house as they nurse me back to health from the flu. And now I just know I'm going straight to hell.

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The party was in celebration of your father being promoted at work. All his friends from work were at the house to celebrate with him. Drinks were flowing, laughter filled all spaces of the house, and little appetizers were passed among the guests.

"Where's your daughter?"

Your father waved a hand at his co-worker. "No doubt hiding in her room with her nose stuck to a book."

The two men laughed together. "Some things never change."

Little did your father know, you were in the bathroom with his two best friends.

"FUCK!" You gasped out as Bucky thrust up into you. Steve was quick to put his hand over your mouth, stifling your moans.

"Shh, baby, don't wanna get caught, do you?"

Bucky laughed as he continued to fuck you within an inch of your life. "I don't know Stevie, I think our little slut might wanna be caught."

With wide, pleading eyes, you shook your head as best you could under Steve's hand.

"No?" Bucky asked. "Well then, you better keep quiet, baby." Harder and faster, Bucky fucked you on the tiny bathroom counter. "Such a sweet fucking cunt." He gasped. "I'm gonna fill you up, sweetie."

Beneath Steve's hand, you tried to gasp out your wants. "What is it, baby?" Steve asked as he pulled his hand away.

"Need you, Stevie. Need your kisses."

"Awe," Steve cooed. "Of course, baby. Anything you want." With a hand on the back of your head, Steve both protected your head from slamming into the bathroom mirror and guided your mouth to his own.

As your climax approached, a knock sounded on the bathroom door. Steve broke a part from the kiss to call out. "Occupied!"

"Fuck, that excite you, sweetie? Nearly getting caught?" Bucky asked.

"She squeezing you?" Steve asked before you could answer Bucky. You loved it when they got like this, talking about you during sex like you weren't even there.

"Like a fucking vise." Bucky answered Steve.

"Gonna come," you whined.

Steve brought his thumb down to your center, rubbing your clit. "Come on Bucky's cock, baby. Make a little mess for us."

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your climax hit you. Bucky fucked you through it with sloppy thrusts until he too, came. With his cock deep inside you, Bucky filled you up with his seed.

"Fuck," Bucky breathed out before he faced his partner with a sigh and a pat on the shoulder. "Be a good boy, Stevie, and clean our girl up."

As Bucky backed out from between your legs, Steve took his place. Kneeling, the blond male threw your legs over his shoulders and brought his face down on your center.

"Fuck, Steve," you hissed as quietly as you could at the first lick of his tongue. His hands grasped your thighs tightly as we worked his tongue along your center, slurping up every bit of yours and Bucky's mixed juices.

"Ya see how crazy you make us, baby?" Bucky asked. His storm blue eyes held your gaze. "Can't even get through your daddy's party without fucking your brains out."

"I-I love it," you gasped out. "Love you."

"I know, baby," Bucky answered gently. His hand came up to your cheek, caressing you gently as Steve feasted on you. "We love you too."

You grabbed onto Steve's head, pulling on his short locks of hair as you felt your second climax rise up. "Oh, OH!"

Bucky wrapped his flesh hand around your throat. "Gonna come for Stevie?" He asked, already knowing the answer. Still, you frantically nodded your head. Your eyes clenched shut as you tried to hold off, wanting to extend your pleasure for as long as you could. "Come all over his face, sweets." Bucky ordered.

You couldn't stop your release from barreling through you. Your moans were cut off by Bucky clenching his fist around your throat for a moment before he let go, allowing you to gasp down the air your body so desperately craved.

With a last lick, Steve pulled away from your center and stood up, just as another knock sounded on the door. "Occupied!" He called out again. Both men waited a moment, listening for the person on the other side of the door to walk away before they returned their attention to you. "I think we're done here now, baby." Steve told you.

You pouted, and gave your tallest boyfriend your best puppy dog eyes. "But I didn't get you off."

Steve shook his head. "That's okay, baby, but we're running low on time before dear ol' dad starts to wonder where you are."

From behind Steve, Bucky leaned forward and kissed you. "We'll finish this tonight. Just tell your daddy that you're going to your friend Sam's house for the night."

"Sarah," you corrected with a smile, knowing full well your boyfriend's knew all the names of your friends and who was trusted with your dirty little secret.

"Right," Bucky corrected as you fixed your clothing in the bathroom mirror.

"Okay," you sighed before nodding to the door. "Coast clear?"

"Let me check." Steve answered before he pulled the door open wide enough to peak out. "Clear," he warned as he guided you out of the bathroom with a hand on your back. Steve closed the bathroom door once you got out, locking it behind you so he and Bucky could clean themselves up a bit better before rejoining the party.

"There's my girl!" Your dad bellowed as you turned the corner into the living room. "What were you up to?"

"Oh, just reading." You lied as you walked up to his side.

"Ah, just as I thought." You gave a little-that's me-shrug.

"Sarah called me and asked if I'd do a sleepover tonight. Is that okay?" You asked just as you saw your boyfriends rejoin the party out from the corner of your eye.

"Of course." Your dad easily agreed.

"Thanks, daddy." You pecked him on the cheek. "I'm gonna go pack my stuff." You admitted before walking off. You did your best not to jump as you walked by Bucky, who gave your bottom a little pinch.

"Good kid you got there," Steve told your dad as you disappeared up the stairs.

"She's my little angel." Your dad said.

"Sure is," Bucky said with a knowing smile that was lost on your father.

If only he knew how good of an angel you were when you were being fucked by his best friends.

[hoodedjelly]

my Jenny, Tuck, Brad, Shelden, and Vega older designs ^__^

i'm watching mlaatr, still not done, i think i got like 10 more eps (and if i'm being transparent i skipped around eps... i just wanted to see vega...). And i'm absolutely loving the show!!!! i love these characters a lot, didn't like Shelden at first i'm going to be honest, #1 Shelden hater for a bit there. but he chilled out in season two and i started to ship breldon with that too so now i just love him so much.

more about my personal headcanons:

Jenny: - I am under the belief that she is transgender. Jenny was made genderless, so her deciding to be a girl was strictly her choice and i believe that makes her trans. (She's also a lesbian) - she did grow a bit, im not gonna explain how idc really i just liked her being a taller lady :-) - she has A LOT of different cute outfits and hair styles, honestly too much to draw. she never transforms back into her base show outfit when crime fighting, she just fights in her cute summer dress she don't care. - her and vega are dating grrgrgrrrr - when vega is in rule she makes it so there is complete free access between earth and cluster prime for citizens in both places. - I say that cause i think when jenny is older she moves in with vega, technically living in cluster prime but visits earth like everyday. And brad/shelby/tucker/wakeman visit cluster prime - Jenny also hangs out with the nicktoons unite gang, but i deffo feel like its just that secondary friend group that you don't talk to with for months. when you talk again its the same goofiness as before - i think danny calls for her help when he needs it (also manny) Tuck: - he is still a little shit but we love him - adhd boy - questioning cis (he/him) - he got into robotics/stem and builds little silly things - with that, he gets help from Shelby - pretty much just a silly teen, he's on the internet a lot and has "cringe" interests - but idk he's having fun and being silly and finding himself (those interests is stuff like sonic and among us) Shelden(Shelby) - honestly kinda nervous about ppl thoughts on my Shelden, idk it makes so much sense in my brain - hits you with the transfem beam (she/they) Pansexual (she just wants anyone type of vibe) - I think when jenny is visiting vega often that leaves Shelby and Brad hanging out alone a lot. which they don't mind honestly, they are actually good friends! - but during that they just get closer and start catching feelings. Shelby eventually lets go of her feelings about jenny and realizes they were a real jerk and weirdo to her. brad helps them through that and eventually her realizing she's trans. blah blah they in love and kiss at some point. - Shelby is also a furry lmaooo her fursona is a cat.

Brad: - bisexual cis man (he/him) - Still his old brad self if i'm being honest. - totally forgot to say i think all 3 of them go off to college together (even though jenny doesn't have to i feel like she would prob want to just for the experience, but tell me if you think differently i'm still unsure) - i really don't know what else to say sorry brad! he's literally just as silly as ever man. he's just also gay - i will say here i feel it takes a lot longer for shelby and brad to start dating then jenny and vega. they got that slow burn kinda shit going on, since a lot of that is shelby being confused about her feelings. and jenny and vega just hit it off right away if im being honest, very high school sweethearts. - (also i think shelby makes brad make a fursona to match hers, so brad got a dog fursona)

Vega: - Lesbian cis (she/her) - That ending of her just ruling cluster prime was just so crazy to me cause like, aint she like 16? - i think she has a lot of stressed nights and fearing she's not doing the right thing for her people, and jenny tries to help as much she can - that is why jenny visits so much, she wants to help her. - very much got those nights were she accidently falls asleep at her desk, jenny finding her and giving her a blanket and a kiss goodnight - it's not like she's unhappy, she is actually very very passionate about her work and wants to NOT be like her mom - and yeah she deffo goes to robo therapy for the stuff with her mom. - i think it's a conflict where vega is scared her mom is gonna come back and jenny has to reassure her that if she does they'll get rid of her for good.

imma be honest a lot of my hcs are pretty half-baked and random things, im sure im going to think of more stuff in the future but that will be in different posts.

[scarletlizzard]

Inked Desires - Part 2

Read Part 1 right here

Summary: After your one night stand with a stranger turns into a regular hookup, feelings begin to develop between you and Natasha. A night out at the bar with your friends has her begging wanting more with you.

Pairing: gp!Natasha x fem!Reader

Tags MINORS DNI: natasha has a dick, buff out this world & covered with tats and piercings, little bit of yearning and pining, mentions of alcohol, smut, blowjob, unprotected sex, breeding, begging, miscommunication

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A/N: Part 1 blew up like crazy! I never ever thought I would EVER get that many notes. Especially for, essentially, a smut piece I wasn't used to writing. After being asked a few times, I agreed to make a part 2, buuut I've been in a (bad) writing rut lately. So I wanna shout out the person who gave me so many good ideas and an actual plot to work with. Y'all can thank just her for there actually being a part 2 cause there almost wasn't one 🙏 Thanks for helping, kisses for your big brilliant brain.

Hopefully, she and y'all like it? It's a bit longer. Let me know what you think, please, and thank you thank you so much for reading 💞

That being said, there will be a part 3 😄

"Split? Like down the middle?" Kate asks with a look of shock on her face. You walk in step beside her along the concrete path on campus.

"Right down the middle," you laugh and adjust the bag on your shoulder, thinking back to just a few days ago when Natashas skillful tongue worked its magic on your body. Your cheeks heat up at the memory.

That first night you met, Natasha had given you a kiss goodbye and gave you her number before you took a very drunk Kate Bishop home. Since then you had seen the redhead multiple times over the course of the last few weeks. Neither of you seemed to be able to keep your hands off of each other. Each time you met it was for sex, and even the time she had taken you to dinner it ended with you getting fucked into her mattress again.

You knew the basics about each other, where you lived, eachothers jobs... the more you thought about it the more it upset you. The physical level the two of you were on was heavenly, but really, well, you barely knew her.

Kates voice interrupts your thoughts as you enter the English building, and you stop walking as she does.

"What was that?" You ask, looking to the smirk plastered on her face with curiosity.

"I said, speak of the devil," she chuckles and nods her head in the direction of a very tall Natasha striding your way. "See you in there," Kate says and walks into the classroom, leaving you in the hallway.

You want to drown in the sight of her, wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt with old, dirty vans on her feet. You smile, trying not to drool at the way you can see the pops of color show from underneath her shirt or the way the sleeves seem too tight against her biceps as she grips the strap of her backpack.

"Hey there..." Natasha greets you with a smile, head pointing down as she stills before you. "Been a few days, haven't heard from you," she adds, her eyes baring into yours. You want to slap yourself for not replying to her text by the almost hurt look in her eyes.

"Well it hasn't even been a week, you miss me already?" You ask her with a little tilt of your head up at her, biting your lip as you see a blush spread across her cheeks. Her hand moves to the side of her neck, scratching at the ink awkwardly.

"No, no. Wait, I mean -" She lets out a sigh and shakes her head as you giggle at her. It was interesting, the difference in her appearance verses this nervous demeanor. "Maybe I did?" Natasha raises an eyebrow, the silver ring lifting higher.

"I might have missed you too," you shrug casually and watch as her face eases back into a smile. "I'm sorry I haven't texted, I've just been so busy with school and work." You point to the classroom next to you that Kate had entered. She follows the direction and nods.

"No worries, you're a busy lady. I actually took Mr. Furys class last year. Maybe I could take you for a coffee and give you some tips? Or maybe just um, talk?" Natasha asks, her tone quiet as she looks down to you.

You smile at the sincerity in her eyes. "I'm free after this class?" You take a step back, towards the room and match the wide smile on her lips.

"Sounds perfect," Natasha nods, and you can't ignore the way your heart speeds up in your chest. Instead of taking another step away you walk forward, leaning up on your tip toes to press a soft kiss to her cheek.

Natasha can feel the burn on her cheeks, the affect you had on her drove her wild. You lean back and smile at her flustered state, leaving her alone in the now empty hallway.

An hour and a half later, you emerge from the classroom, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around at the sight of Natasha sitting on the floor. She had a book in her hand, closing it the moment she saw you and Kate walking towards her.

"Have you been sitting there this whole time?" You ask and tilt your head, watching the way her muscles flex as she runs a hand through her auburn hair.

"Uh, maybe?" A small blush hints on her cheeks, and she smiles at you and your friend. "I'm Natasha, by the way," she says and holds out her hand in front of Kate.

Kate chuckles at the formality, and you hit her arm, giving her a look. She shakes Natashas hand, "Kate... nice to finally meet you," She smiles back and looks next to her at you. "I'll see you tomorrow night, you should invite your friend."

You roll your eyes at Kates tease but nod and tell her you'll see her later.

"Coffee?" Natasha asks, and the ridiculous grin on her face is enough for you to agree to just about anything.

As you walk side by side, you can't help but admire her gentle personality. This woman, covered in tattoos and piercings with an intimidating gaze, was the complete opposite. She spoke to you about her schedule and that she was in school for sports medicine with a glint in her eyes.

"Like physical therapy?" You ask her curiously. You watched the way her face lit up at your interest, and she beamed down to you.

"Yeah, exactly that. If all else fails, I'll just be a personal trainer," she lets out a small chuckle, and you take the second she holds the door open for you to admire her toned body.

"How do I sign up? I need a good workout partner," you say with a flirtatious tone, brushing against her as you walk inside. You relish the blush on her cheeks and the small smirk on her lips as the smell of fresh coffee hits you.

"Didn't get a good enough workout last week?" Natasha replies.

"Oh, I had a great workout... but if I had a personal trainer, I'm sure I could get a good workout in at least a few times a week. Isn't that recommended?" You look up to her, seeing her neck redden and her eyes darken.

"I would definitely recommend that," Natasha mumbles as the two of you walk up to the counter.

As Natasha orders, you can't help but notice the change in her posture and attitude. Suddenly, she was standing straight, an impassive and series look on her face. Her tone was low as she talked to the woman at the counter. Natasha turns to you and nods for you to order. You do, and as she hands the woman her card, you smile up at her.

"Thank you for getting this for me," you say gratefully, watching her melt under your gaze. The smile was back, and her eyes came to life again. It seemed she had a soft spot for you.

"Of course, it's my treat," she says and walks you to a small table in the corner.

From there, you spend the entire rest of the evening actually talking and getting to know Natasha. As you already knew, she works out religiously, and you told her how lucky you felt that she had skipped her workout today just to sit down with you. She got her first tattoo at 18 and loved it, so she just never stopped getting them. The first piercing she got was on her eyebrow, and the same there, she just kept going.

It felt as if you were sitting in front of a whole new person than the one you met just weeks ago. The one who pile drived you into the mattress at a party and left you weak in the legs and sore the next day. Natasha was kind and sweet, funny, and surprisingly shy. Any time you made an attempt to flirt or give an innuendo, she would chuckle shyly and blush the slightest.

There were a few times you even had to squeeze your thighs as you thought back to that night. Any time her tongue would wet her lower lip or her eyes would travel to your neck. She loved your neck, you noticed. Every time you had hooked up her lips would go straight for the skin there, nipping at the few small freckles that adorned the area.

"That's a long time to be friends with someone," Natasha states as you finish telling her about yours and Kates relationship. Best friends since the fourth grade, completely inseparable.

"It's nice to have someone so close, who knows me so well. Especially since I'm an only child," you reply and watch her brow lift.

"Oh really? I have a sister, Yelena. She bugs the hell out of me, but I love her to death. She goes to the college just a couple of hours from here. Actually," Natasha looks at her phone, checking the time. "I'm supposed to meet her soon... she came home for the weekend."

You nod slowly and look around, realizing everyone had left and the two baristas were cleaning up. As the two of you stand, Natasha suddenly towering over at you, you feel a little disappointment in your chest. You were having more fun with her than you thought, and you found yourself not wanting to part.

"Hey, Kate and I are going to this bar tomorrow night. A few of our friends are getting together. Joes?" You say to her, smiling to yourself as she once again holds the door open for you.

"Yeah, I've been there a few times before," Natasha says with a grin, standing outside the coffee shop with you.

"If you want, maybe you and Yelena can meet us? You don't have to, of course, but..." You trail off.

"I will definitely be there. Text me a time?" She asks, and you nod happily. Natasha leans down, and you think for a second she's going to kiss you, but her lips land on the soft skin of your cheek. You put your hand on her arm as she does, feeling the tattooed skin burn underneath your touch.

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Joes Bar is crowded, but that's to be expected on a Saturday night near a college campus. A local alternative band plays loudly on the small stage on one side of the room, and you find yourself on the opposite side sitting at the bar. Kate is nearby talking to friends and a few strangers, but you only had one person in mind.

You glance at your phone again, seeing no notifications. With a sigh, you finish your second drink, ordering a third as you contemplated the possibility she wasn't going to show up. This is why you didn't do this type of thing. You don't hook up with hot strangers. You don't get coffee with gorgeous, sweet women. You stayed to yourself, guarded your heart, and let yourself be safe from any type of rejection or heartbreak.

But God Natasha was worth breaking your rules.

You found your way back to reality as the bartender handed you a drink and said thank you before grabbing it and removing yourself from the bar stool. As you turn, you bump into someone, almost spilling your drink on them.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry!" You apologize, shaking the liquor off your hand as you had spilled a little on yourself.

"It's okay, I was just trying to squeeze in next to you," the woman says, and in your tipsy state, you raise an eyebrow. She seemed about your age, dirty blonde hair, and a familiar grin on her lips. You definitely hadn't seen her in here before.

"I was just getting up, actually. You can have my seat. Is that an accent I hear?" You ask curiously, moving out of the way so she could take your place.

"Yeah, I still have a bit of an accent, I was born in Russia. Lived there for a while," she says and nods. She then orders two drinks before turning back to you.

"Wow, you're a long way from there. You go to school here?" You ask her and sip your drink, feeling Kate stand behind you.

"No, but my sister does, though," the blonde smiles and grabs the two bottles of beer from the bartender. She looks at you and extends her arm towards Kate to hand her a bottle. You give her a confused look.

It's only then you realize, as an inked hand reaches over you to take the beer, that it's not Kate standing there, but Natasha. You turn instantly and look up, a habit your neck was quickly getting used to doing.

"Well, well, look who showed up," you say and take your bottom lip between your teeth. Natasha smiles at your words, noticing the way you take in her appearance.

If it was possible, Natasha looked hotter than ever. She wore a black t shirt underneath a leather jacket. Her flaming hair was behind her in a braid with a few loose strands framing her face.

"I see you've met my sister, Yelena," Natasha chuckles and nods in the direction of the blonde woman.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. Natty here hasn't been able to shut up abou-" Yelena is cut off by Natasha flicking the bottle cap at her face, a stern expression on the older woman's face.

You smile at the siblings' banter, watching Yelena laugh and shrug innocently. Whether it be the alcohol flowing in your bloodstream or the way Natasha looked at you, you slide your hand into hers. She tenses at first, not used to the public display of affection from you, but quickly relaxes as you intertwine your fingers with hers.

"Come on, come meet everyone," you say and tug on her hand in the direction of Kate.

You find them huddled around a pool table, watching as Kate lines up the pool tip to the cue ball with one eye closed. Carol stands leaning against her own stick, shaking her head and putting out the cigarette she smokes into the ashtray on the edge of the table.

"Anyday, Bishop..." Carol groans, earning a laugh from the group.

"Seriously, how long are you going to take?" Peter chimes in.

Kate ignores them and continues to stare intensely at the 8 ball. Her arm begins to pull back to take the shot, but as Yelena comes into focus on the opposite side of the table, Kate is finally distracted by the beautiful blonde. The cue ball misses her target completely, rolling across the table and sinking into the pocket.

"Scratch!" Carol cheers and high fives Monica. Kate looked up at Yelena, her lips parted as if she was going to speak, but no words came out. Carol then steps up to the table and sinks the 8 ball, ending the game with a dramatic bow.

You smile at the group, raising an eyebrow at the silent state of your best friend. "Guys, this is Natasha and her sister Yelena," you say, receiving waves and friendly greetings from everyone. You introduce them to the Romanoffs a little more before they rack up for another game.

"You any good?" Carol nods to Natasha, who gives a humble shrug.

"I'm decent," she replies with a smirk on her face as she brings the bottle to her lips. Carol hands the pool stick over before going to get drinks for the group.

"Hope you're good, Romanoff. We still haven't beat Y/N," Peter says begrudgingly. You only hum in response as Kate hands you her stick, positioning yourself across the table.

"Is that so?" Natasha watches with playful eyes as you skillfully break, the balls rolling in different directions along the table and a few of them sinking into the pockets.

When you lean up, you smile and reach your hand up to pat her cheek. "Good thing you didn't bet anything," you chuckle.

After a few back and forth turns, Carol returns with shots, to which you all cheer and take at the same time. The alcohol was definitely settling its way into your system now, and you were hot to the touch each time Natasha had to lean down to take her shot. Between the focused look on her face and the way the pool stick slid between her fingers, it was enough for you to want her right there.

You step forward next to her, looking at the direction of the shot she was trying to take. "That's a tough one, baby," you say to her, the term of endearment catching Natasha off guard.

Her body visibly tenses as she looks to you with a visceral reaction and swallows hard. You feign an innocent smile, taking a mental note to call her that again just to see her reaction. Natasha misses the shot and curses under her breath.

"That's not fair," she says and shakes her head as she stands tall. The red head removes her jacket, finding that the room was getting hotter.

You shrug and easily pocket two more balls on your turn. When you look to Kate to make a comment about the shot, you realize she's strayed from the group, chatting up Yelena. With your friends being in their own worlds at the moment, you decide to have a little fun with Natasha.

"You're not so bad, you know. The others have a hard time keeping up with me," you smile as she leans down, and your hand rests on her back, rubbing over her shirt.

"Y/n," Natasha mumbles, the blush on her cheeks evident she enjoyed your touch.

"Yes, Nat?" You pur, watching the muscles flex understand the fabric. Knowing you had this type of effect on her gave you a sense of power that only made you hungry for more. Your hand slithers underneath the bottom of her shirt, nails scratching at her back. She misses. You smile.

"You're a cheater, you know that?" Natasha says in a playful tone, her body naturally leaning towards you.

Your hands rest on her stomach, "I don't know what you're talking about." You lean up and plant a soft kiss on her lips, smirking as she leans down and melts against your mouth. "I'm just having fun," you whisper.

At that, you step away from her, crossing over to the opposite side of the table. You lean down more than you need to, and you don't miss the way Natashas eyes dart back and forth from your breasts to your neck. She finishes another bottle, and you can tell you've stressed her out by the way her hand grips the glass.

You continue to do the same thing for the remainder of the game, teasing her with every shot she took and making sure to bend in front of her any chance you could. It came down to the 8 ball, and you had to admit, you were dragging the game on longer than you needed to.

"Last one," you sigh and put your hand on the back of her neck as she leans down. Your fingers squeeze gently as she clears her throat, trying to ignore the shivers that run down her spine every time you touch her. You lean down with her, your lips brushing against her ear. "Good luck, baby," you whisper and kiss her cheek.

Her neck gets red at your words, and her grip on the stick only tightens. You think it'll snap in half with how hard she holds it. Natasha quickly shoots and misses, causing you to raise an eyebrow with just how quick she took the shot. Instead of stepping back, she continues to stand pressed against the table. "All yours," she mumbles and holds her hand out to the table, shifting uncomfortably as she stands.

You line up the shot and sink the black ball easily, looking up at her with a wide smile. She only gives you a small smile back with a nod. "Aren't you going to give me a victory kiss?" You ask as you step back to her.

Natasha hesitates for a moment but finally turns to face you. Your hands move up to wrap around her neck, your body pressing against her front as she leans in. Before your lips can touch your eyes, widen the slightest. You now realize the reason for the sudden uncomfortable physical shift she had taken when you felt her bulge pressing hard against you.

"Oh... was I teasing you too much?" You ask with a smirk on your lips. She rolls her eyes and moves to pull away, but you don't let her. "What was it?" You ask her.

"What was what?" She replies, her hands moving to your waist. You press your body further into her and relish the hiss that leaves her mouth.

You search her eyes, thinking to the moment her demeanor had changed. Suddenly, there was that power-hungry feeling again when you realized the reasoning. The fact that you could get her hot and bothered by a simple word leaving your lips, by your voice alone, and the thought of you driving someone like her mad. Natasha was weak in the knees for you, and she struggled internally with the way you made her feel. She wasn't used to it.

"Why don't you let me help you take care of your little problem... baby, " you whisper to her, feeling her shoulders tense above you. "Come on." You slide back and take her hand in yours, leading her away from the pool table and towards the bathroom.

As soon as both of you are inside and you lock the door, the two of you are on top of each other just like the first night you met her. Natasha kisses you feverishly, like she'd never been kissed before, with your back hard against the door. You welcomed her tongue into your mouth, moaning as the two halves wrap around your own.

With one hand, you hold onto the front of her shirt, gripping tightly, with the other you slide it in between your bodies, letting yourself grope the hard bulge in her jeans. Natasha lets a hint of a whimper leave her lips, one you hadn't heard since the first time with her, and you smirk into the kiss.

"What's the matter, baby? Do you need some help?" You ask innocently, lips ghosting hers. She breathes heavily and nods as your hands move to undo her belt.

"Sweetheart... please," she says, and you decide in that moment that you need her to say that again. Just the idea that this strong, formidable woman could so easily melt in your presence made you thrilled.

Her hands rest on either side above your head, pressed flat against the door as you slide her pants down. You can see the precum dampening a spot on her underwear, and you feel yourself get wet at the sight of it. She needed you, bad.

"Please, what?" You ask, your hand moves to grab her through her boxers, and you stroke her length through the thin fabric.

"Fu-fuck," she barely breathes out, eyes searching yours. Natasha hadn't begged a day in her life, but she would happily beg for you. She was at the point right now that she was willing to get down on her knees and beg for you. You made her desperate.

"Please touch me, please. You feel how hard I am for you? Just -" You squeezing a little harder makes her gasp before continuing. "I need you to touch me. Please, sweetheart... please, " she begs. You smile at her words, enjoying the way her body melts at your touch and the way she begs for you.

At her words you slide down her boxers, and her cock twitches at the feeling of finally being released. She lets out a sigh of relief as your delicate fingers wrap around her. "Is this what you wanted?" You hum, beginning to move your hand up and down. Natasha nods, chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly at your movements.

When you stop, she looks at you with a disoriented look, eyebrows lifting as she watches you drop to your knees. You take her cock in your hand, letting your other rest on her thick, toned thigh. From here you can see her happy trail peaking from underneath her shirt, making your panties wetter. The way she looks down at you with a breathless expression and parted lips makes you want to live your life on your knees for her. Your lips kiss along the side of her length, teasing slowly with your tongue licking up it. Natasha groans with pleasure at the feeling and her hips instinctively buck towards you.

You give in, not wanting to tease her anymore tonight, and take her cock into your mouth. The moan that leaves her mouth is outright sinful, and her fist hits the door with a thud as you begin to bob your head. Your cheeks hollow out when you begin moving faster, taking as much of her as you could. When the tip hits the back of your throat your eyes sting, tears threatening to leave your ducts. Natasha pants heavily above you, savoring the moment of you on your knees for her, sucking her off.

"Look at you, such a pretty girl with my cock in your mouth- fuck," Natasha speaks low to you, her eyes dark as she watches her cock disappear against your lips. Your fingers on her thigh dig in, your nails digging into her skin to leave crescent shaped marks, at her words. "All night you've been teasing me... this is the only way to shut you up, isn't it?" She says and you moan against her, the vibrations sending her close to the edge.

Her breathing gets heavier and you can tell she's about to cum, but before she can you quickly remove your mouth, your saliva coating her as you release with a pop. You stand, not ignoring the frustrated look on her face.

"Baby, I think you're confused," you say, your hands moving to the top of your dress. "You're not in charge right now," You let out a small laugh and pull down on the fabric, letting your breasts spill out. Natashas face reddens in response, and she immediately moves to kiss your chest. You can feel the marks she leaves as her lips trail across your breasts, her skillful tongue pleasuring your sensitive nipples.

Natashas' large hands move to the bottom of your dress as her kisses begin to litter up your neck. You let her move the material above and over your hips, but stop her as she reaches your panties. "I wanna hear you," you mumble out. She lets out a huff and pulls away from your neck.

"Y/n... please." Natasha says. You only continue to look at her with innocent eyes. The fact that she would beg for you - is begging for you, made you feel instant gratification.

"Please, pretty girl? Please let me make you feel good. I want to fuck you, want to make you feel good so bad..." She begs, and you let her slide your panties down your legs. Natasha slides her tip between your closed thighs, her cock now being coated from the wetness that spread between your legs.

She slips in between your folds, waiting for your words. Her fingers dig into your hips. "You drive me so fucking insane," Natasha whispers as her head ducks to your neck again. "I could cum from just looking at you. Just hearing you say my name. You know how much control you have over me?" Her hips continue rocking against you, your thighs squeezing her hard cock. She begins to pant again, her neck red and hot to the touch as you wrap your arms around it, interlocking your fingers behind her head.

"Please," Natasha whimpers, and the sound is enough to make you moan. You needed to feel her inside you immediately, hear more of those moans leave her lips.

"Show me how bad you want me, how insane I make you feel," you finally say and lean forward to bite her lower lip. She wastes no time lifting you up, helping you wrap your legs around her hips. Your back presses against the door again and with one hand she guides her cock inside of your warm velvet walls, easily ,with how wet you were for her.

Natasha begins to thrust up into you, a feeling you had become accustomed to these past few weeks, although you weren't sure you'd ever get used to her size. She groans against your chest, nipping at the skin. The small bathroom fills with the sounds of her pounding into you, both of you moaning practically in sync with every thrust.

"So good, pretty girl, feel so good wrapped around my cock. I love fucking this pretty pussy," she breathes heavy against your skin as she speaks. You hold on tightly to her, only breathless moans escape your lips in response.

Suddenly, from the outside, someone bangs on the door, Natasha doesn't halt her descent on you. "Can you hurry the fuck up in there?" A stranger yells from the other side. Your eyes widen, a little bit of adrenaline rushing into your chest as she continues fucking into you.

Natasha smiles, now at your flustered state. "Occupied," is all she replies before her thrust picks up the pace. "You better keep quiet, sweetheart. You don't want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me, letting me fuck you in the bathroom."

You squeeze your eyes closed as she fucks herself into you, trying your best to keep quiet. Each thrust was now hitting that special spot inside of you and drawing you closer to an orgasm. The feeling of her muscles flexing around you only intensified that feeling.

"Fuck I-I can't I'm-" Natasha stutters out as she groans into your neck, feeling your hot cunt tighten around her cock.

"Me too, Nat," you moan along with her, and your legs squeeze around her waist. "Let go, baby... wanna feel you fill me up." You watch her face twist in pleasure at your words, and the fact that it was enough to make her cum only added to your ego in the moment. Natasha grunts against your skin as she does just what you say, filling you up completely.

The sensation alone is enough to make you follow right behind her, the burn in your lower stomach blazing as you scream out her name.

"That's it, sweetheart, that's it... such a good girl for me," she coos as you fall apart in her arms, kissing your face as you breathe heavily. Your head falls against her shoulder, face panting in the crook of her neck as she holds you tightly, letting you come down off your high.

After a few moments she pulls out slowly, and you can feel the mixture of both your arousal dripping down your thighs. Natasha carries you to the sink, letting you rest on the hard surface while she pulls her pants back up and you fix the top of your dress.

"Hi," she says with a smile. You giggle, remembering she said the same thing afterward on the first night at her party.

"Hi," is all you reply, grabbing her shirt in your hand and pulling her closer to kiss you again.

****

"They have eight legs and eight eyes. How are they not scary?" Peter drunkenly speaks to Monica, who sits next to him with an amused look.

After your time in the bathroom with Natasha, the two of you had rejoined the group, and over the course of two hours, you had become increasingly wasted with the rest of your friends. As Yelena joined in on the topic of spiders, you feel Natasha rest her head back against your front.

She sat slouched back in one of the chairs that scattered near the table while you stood behind her, hands stroking her neck and massaging her shoulders. You can't help but smile down at her.

"You're so cute," you giggle and watch her brow raise. Your finger traces the dark lines on her neck.

"Anything but cute," Natasha groans, with a playful smirk on her face. "Why do you say that?"

"You're different than you look, you know? Why are you so nervous around me?" Your words slur, and she chuckles at your drunken state with a shrug, looking at the beer bottle she held in her hand.

"Must be the alcohol?" She says. You shake your head and poke her nose.

"You were drinking when I first met you, and you weren't like this," you point out and watch her swallow. You decide to move in front of her, settling yourself between her muscled thighs. As you stand in front of her, she sits up straighter, the two of you now practically the same height.

You take her hand in yours, playing with her fingers. She smiles a little as she looks at your intertwined hands.

"Maybe I was drinking that night to get enough courage to talk to you... and maybe I- maybe I'm drinking tonight to get enough courage to say I want more with you. More than... the hookups," she says and finally looks back up at you. Your heart races in your chest at her words, panic written on your face as you freeze in front of her.

That was exactly what you wanted. More of her, more of this beautiful person who was even more beautiful inside. To get to know what makes her really tick, what makes her happy, how her day was, how she likes her coffee. She wanted more, too, so why were you not speaking out loud?

"What?" Is all that comes out of your mouth.

Natashas face falls completely, misinterpreting your flustered state for a sign of rejection. She had hoped this wouldn't happen. Part of her wondered if this had just been a hook up, but the other part of her desperately hoped it wasn't.

Before the words could leave your parted lips, Kate calls over to you, taking the attention of both you and Natasha.

"Y/N, you ready to go? You can stay if you want, I'm gonna take Pete home, though," she nods to the direction of where he sat drunk rambling to Yelena.

"No, not -"

"Actually, Yelena and I have a lot to do tomorrow. We should head out too," Natasha interrupts you and stands, her hand moving to your lower back as you stare up at her with a pout.

"Are you sure?" You ask her, your hand reaching out to her side. She tenses under your grasp.

"Yeah, I'll text you later," She smiles at you, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes this time.

You nod anyways and smile back, leaning up to kiss her lips softly. "Thank you for tonight.. Hopefully, we can do it again soon?"

And while you were talking about hanging out with her, Natasha assumes you were talking about her fucking you.

"Yeah, soon," she lets out a breath and grabs her jacket, not taking a second look back at you as her and Yelena exit the bar.

***

A smile fills your face as your head hits the pillow, the soft comforter pulled over you as you lie on your warm bed and mull over tonights events. You wondered why Natasha had left in such a hurry before you could say anything, but you decided not to think too hard on it. She probably did have to go. It was early in the morning by the time you left, and besides, you would hear from her later.

Every morning, she texted you a quick and sweet text, telling you to have a good day.

Your chest swelled at the thought of it, how sweet it was that such a small, simple thing could brighten your entire day. What you assumed would happen tomorrow is that the two of you would talk about wanting more and how desperately you agreed with her about it.

But when the late morning came and the sunshine streamed through the windows, no text came with it.

[penkura]

where you belong [6/10]

Summary: As Luffy's big sister, you've viewed it to be your job to see him become King of the Pirates in place of your absent parents, even as you try to find where it is you belong in the world. You never really expected to draw the attention of Trafalgar Law in the process.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, typical One Piece stuff.

Note: Dressrosa another of my beloved arcs. Scary times for Reader here. :') Its also 10k words I'm sorry I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make this chapter so long but its Dressrosa and I've recently come to realize its my favorite post-ts arc (apart from Wano so far), so please do enjoy this chapter. <3

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[Ch. 1] ● [Ch. 2] ● [Ch. 3] ● [Ch. 4] ● [Ch. 5]

You’re happy to have a quiet, early morning on the Sunny with Law, no one has come into the aquarium, probably thinking there’s no one in here, you’re grateful for that.

Grateful for the few minutes you have before Sanji gets up to start cooking, Robin may come in to read in peace, Nami could come in and start to tease you but you don’t care. Law is glad for the temporary peace on your ship as well, while you lay across the couch with your head in his lap, letting him run his fingers through your hair, making him chuckle lightly when you bury your face in his shirt and sigh happily.

“You’re like a cat.”

“Says the one who looks like a snow leopard.”

Rolling his eyes, Law pinches your cheek a little which makes you pout before giggling and wrapping your arms around him. It’s nice to have him here, even if it felt a little bit weird at the start. Being able to have some more time with him, even as you’re keeping it secret from the majority of your crew, a bit of time just the two of you, that’s more than enough for you right now.

“Are you sure I can’t go to Green Bit with you?”

You look a bit disappointed, but like you know what he’s going to say, even before he sighs with a nod. It makes you look away slightly, but you nod as well, seeming to understand. He doesn’t want you anywhere near Doflamingo which you get, you don’t want to see him yourself, staying on the Sunny is the best option for you. You’d love to convince him otherwise, that your poisons can do some damage (he knows that already) but it might be difficult with Caesar there, the two of you have butt heads already about poison and how it should be used against others, he thinks you’re crazy for making and leaving antidotes when you go against the Navy but you aren’t heartless.

“Okay…I’ll stay here.”

“Thank you.”

Law kisses your temple which makes you sigh happily again, before you hear a few small giggles and a gagging sound. It makes Law freeze as you look over at the doorway and send a small glare at Nami, Robin with her and a smile on her face.

“So gross.”

“I think they’re sweet together.”

You groan and turn back towards Law, hiding your burning face in his shirt as he tries to not look at your navigator and archeologist. He wasn’t expecting them to show up, he would’ve preferred Luffy coming in because he probably wouldn’t say anything, but the smile on Robin’s face and the disgusted but mischievous look Nami has makes him nervous about whatever they might say next.

“I hope you guys didn’t have sex there.”

“Nami!”

You sit up and give her another glare as she bursts out laughing, your face is still burning and Law has pulled his hat over his own blush, grumbling to himself about ‘idiots who can’t keep their mouths shut’, you’re sure he’s done that about his own crewmates when they would tease him about how close the two of you were before you left.

If only they knew the full story. The teasing would be so much worse, Law definitely believes that.

“We didn’t even do anything!”

“Yeah, sure, Robin told me she caught you on top of him last night.”

“It wasn’t for sex!!”

“They were still clothed when I came in.”

“Thank God for that.”

Grabbing the pillow you’d brought down for Law, you throw it at Nami and she laughs, saying she’s just teasing and Robin had given her all the details. It doesn’t help much to ease your embarrassment or Law’s, so you take his hand and lead him out of the aquarium, ignoring your crewmates’ calls for you to come back. It’s almost breakfast time and you’re hungry, it’s better to wait up on deck so you can get to the kitchen right away. You didn’t even realize you’d been holding your breath until you get on the deck and release it with a large sigh, letting Law’s hand go when he slips it out of yours.

“Sorry. I’m sorry Law.”

“…Don’t be…” he sighs, lightly patting you on the shoulder before going to sit by the mast, “Not your fault.”

You huff a bit before looking around, seeing no one else and quickly kissing Law on the cheek before taking a seat elsewhere.

“Love you.”

“…yeah, I know…”

I love you too…

He doesn’t say it out loud, he almost does until he hears Luffy running out on deck with Chopper right behind him, the two seeing you and grinning before trying to drag you into a water gun fight they’ve started with Usopp. Law watches as you try to run and hide with them, taking one of the smaller water guns to defend yourself, watching from behind a barrel for Usopp to come up on deck, catching your boyfriend’s eye and sending him a wink that makes him look away with a smirk, knowing he’s being asked to keep his mouth shut if Usopp asks anything about where the three of you are.

When he does, Law just shrugs.

“No clue.”

Usopp sighs before hearing Luffy shout “fire” and turns around in time to be hit by all three of you shooting him with water, running off as Usopp goes to chase you. It makes Law chuckle as he watches you run around with them, before you all disappear below deck to keep your fight going and then change into dry clothes before Sanji calls you for breakfast. It’s only been about two days, but he’s enjoying seeing how you interact with the rest of your crewmates. Your morning embarrassment is gone by the time you get back, you sit and start helping Franky with repairs on the Mini Merry, Law tries not to make it obvious he’s watching you, but he wants to see this, to see how you’ve been since before he met you.

Even when Momonosuke goes to you and drags you to play with him and Chopper, you’re willing and go without much fuss, it’s rather endearing to see how you play with him. Law hasn’t seen you interact with children much, but you look like you’re decent at keeping them happy, you were the same with the children on Punk Hazard from what he saw too.

He’s not going to think about you two having children one day, not with Dressrosa approaching and his expectations there, but it makes him grip his sword a little tighter as he watches you. The way he has to push thoughts of the future out and away, tell himself its so unlikely to happen if things pan out the way he expects them to, Law wonders if you’ll ever regret this time you’ve spent as his girlfriend, especially if he does end up losing his life in Dressrosa.

He really hopes you never do.

Sorry…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…

+!+

You never doubted that Luffy would be excited when you all arrived in Dressrosa, even though you’re only docked at a beach on one side of the country, a safer place to hide the Sunny and those of you who will be staying aboard. As Law begins to explain the plan better, out of the corner of your eye, you barely notice Sanji start walking towards the main city itself, only taking real note when Luffy grabs your hand and drags you away from everyone, not saying anything and you don’t even fight him, not paying attention to what you’re doing at first.

No one notices at first, instead listening to Law’s explanations and guidance on what to do if anything happens to his group or the group being sent to destroy the factory.

“You’ll only leave if something happens, we’ll take Caesar to Green Bit and come back here, got it?”

Nami nods in agreement, while Chopper seems slightly nervous, due to the worry of Doflamingo coming near the Sunny, before he remembers you and Sanji should be there to protect them.

“That’s okay because we’ll have Sanji—He’s gone!!”

Chopper is terrified at the thought of Sanji being gone, as Nami looks around before noticing something.

“Looks like Luffy dragged [Y/N] with him too.” Nami sighs realizing you and Sanji have been taken into Dressrosa, whether by force or willingly it doesn’t matter. What mattered is the groups have all gotten messed up, there’s too many people in the city now and—

“What do you mean he dragged her along?!”

Law’s reaction surprises everyone but Nami and Robin, who exchange glances while he looks around slightly anxiously, noticing how correct your navigator is. “She’s supposed to be here!”

“Don’t worry, Traffy, it’ll be fine!” Usopp starts to pat him on the back, only stopping when Law shoots a glare his way, “I mean, [Y/N] is pretty strong herself, she’ll be fine no matter what Luffy gets her into!”

“That’s not the point! She’s supposed to be here because it’s saf—”

Law stops himself, if he says anything more the rest of your crew, those still around, might figure out your relationship. He can’t let that out right now, not without you here to confirm it to them if they don’t really believe it.

But he’s anxious and terrified of the fact you’re in Dressrosa now, you weren’t supposed to go into the city! The Sunny is safer, you should be here where Sanji can protect you if needed (don’t get him started on the fact that Sanji is gone too), or for you to protect your crewmates should the need arise there as well.

This isn’t good, this is bad, if something happens and Doflamingo knows about you, if he catches you or figures out how important you are to Law, it’s not going to end well, he’s sure of it.

After a moment, Law forces himself to calm down, this isn’t in his plan but maybe it’s okay since you’re with Luffy, it looks like everyone who was meant to go find the SMILE factory is gone, all likely in Dressrosa with you and Sanji as bonuses. It’ll be fine, even though he wanted you on the Sunny, wanted you somewhere safe but of course Luffy had to drag you into the city.

“Fine, fine, its fine,” he’s trying to convince himself more than anyone, but those who don’t know about you two are confused while Robin and Nami don’t say anything, “We’ll…stick with the rest of the plan, it’s fine. We’ll take Caesar to Green Bit, the rest of you stay here. Maybe Black Leg-ya and [Y/N]-ya will come back.”

Everyone agrees, but Law feels sick over this. He didn’t plan for you to end up in the city, but he knows you can take care of yourself. You have for a long time and this is no different, it’s just new territory for you, but you can handle yourself. Even if you couldn’t, he knows your mist be with Luffy and he’ll absolutely keep you safe as well.

Please, please stay safe…

+!+

“The tournament’s grand prize is the Flame Flame fruit!”

You and Luffy both practically freeze at that information, you aren’t sure if it’s the real thing or not, but you wouldn’t be surprised to hear it is. It takes time for a Devil Fruit to return after the user has died, you don’t know the exact amount of time, so maybe it’s been long enough.

But it stings, another reminder that Ace is gone and you almost want to cry over being reminded, but force it down as Luffy starts talking about getting into the coliseum to join the tournament, Franky fully on board until you send both of them a glare. Luffy’s not bothered by it but Franky didn’t know you could make such a face.

“Luffy, this is not why we’re here.”

“But its Ace’s Devil Fruit, we need to get it!”

“Luffy—”

“Franky, I gotta get in that tournament! Can you—”

“Don’t ignore me, Luffy!!” Luffy doesn’t react but Franky looks between you both like he’s in the middle of something he shouldn’t be, like it’s some major family drama that he’s been dragged into as an outsider, “Law gave you a job to do, I’m supposed to be on the Sunny. You don’t even know if this really is Ace’s fruit, you can’t just join the tournament and expect to win! It’s probably a fake from Doflamingo to bring in anyone who wants a Devil Fruit, we need—”

“Ace would want us to have it!”

You’re sure he’s right, but your point is still there. It might be real but it also might be fake, a ploy by Doflamingo, especially since he knows Luffy at least was with Law thanks to the last call your boyfriend had with him on your ship. Either way, whether the fruit is real or not, you need to get back to the Sunny. You told Law you’d stay there, help protect the ship and leave for Zou if anything goes awry, you’re not supposed to be in Dressrosa itself. For once you wouldn’t mind being on the ship, even after you asked Law if you could go with him and his group to Green Bit.

Truthfully you’d rather be anywhere else than in Dressrosa right now, but of course Luffy chose to drag you along instead of sticking with Law’s plan.

“And what would we even do with it?”

“You could eat it!! I can’t think of anyone else who could—”

“No, Luffy!” You’re both emotional about this, you get what Luffy’s saying and where his thoughts lie, but it’s so much all at once, “I don’t want to join the ‘Pirates Who Can’t Swim’ Club!”

“Then…” Luffy stops for a moment to think, he’s sure no one else will want to eat it, you make the most sense out of anyone to do so, but if you don’t want it he won’t force you, “Then…we’ll just take it with us! We’ll offer to everyone and—”

“And have another anchor on board?? Luffy, half of us already can’t swim and you think that’s a good idea for a pirate crew?!”

He does get what you’re saying, you make sense but he still wants the fruit if for nothing else than the fact it was Ace’s and you both are still struggling with his death deep down. With everything happening so fast you’ve not had time to sit together and talk, not since before you left Sabaody but that wasn’t even to talk about Ace, it was so you could catch up and let him know about you and Law. Maybe at some point you’ll have the chance to sit and talk through everything, but right now, Luffy has one thing on his mind and he hopes you’ll understand later.

“We’ll just take the fruit with us then, and see what happens!”

“Lu—”

“You gotta trust me on this, okay?” Luffy gives you a grin while you bite the inside of your lip, not wanting to argue with him anymore about this, he’s going to do what he wants and you know that, “I’ll go win it and bring it back to us! Franky, you and [Y/N] go find the factory and—”

“Hell no, I’m going to stay and watch you,” you cross your arms as Luffy keeps grinning, he figured you’d want to stay behind, “I’ll go in as a spectator and make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”

It makes both Luffy and Franky laugh at you, before they go back to discussing their version of Law’s plan. Luffy is going to enter the tournament while Franky goes to find the factory and work on destroying it, and you’re going to stay in the coliseum to watch over your brother and captain. With any luck it’ll be over quickly and Luffy will win Ace’s Devil Fruit,  you’ll be able to get back on track before Law finds out the plan has been derailed or anything bad happens.

Hopefully…

+!+

The plan has gone to hell because of course it has, Law figured it would as he tries to avoid Doflamingo and his attacks through Green Bit. It was all a ploy, all a lie to get him there, he should’ve known, should’ve realized Doflamingo would never give up his titles as king and Warlord, he feels like an idiot for not anticipating this!

Stupid, I should’ve planned for this!

For all his planning this was the one scenario Law didn’t think of, he’s not sure how. He made so many plans, there were so many options in his mind but this one? This was unexpected. He figured his threats regarding Kaido would have worked, he could’ve dropped Caesar off and gotten his revenge, whether he lived or died didn’t matter if it all worked out how he had planned. He didn’t think this would go so wrong!

Robin and Usopp aren’t there, he doesn’t have to worry about them or protecting anyone that’s not involved, not with the Navy here too and interrupting things of course. If only he wasn’t being chased through the forest, if only he didn’t still have that fear of Doflamingo deep down, if only he had the chance to turn this around but he needs to save his stamina to try and escape when he has an opening.

Thank God you aren’t here though, Law doesn’t have to worry about you getting caught in the crossfire or by Doflamingo, he doesn’t have to think about your safety at the moment. You’re with Luffy, you’re somewhere safe and out of danger, there’s no doubt in Law’s mind that if you were there, you’d be trying to protect him and he can’t see you getting hurt just to save him.

He doesn’t need you to save him, he needs to be the one to protect you, but he can only do that if he lives and gets out of there.

Sanji had better get a hold of you and drag you back to the Sunny if he can, Law doesn’t want you to see him die should that happen. He won’t put that on you again, seeing someone you love die and having to deal with that pain again.

Damn it all, I can’t…I can’t die, I don’t want to die!

For all his preparations for you and his crew, Law hadn’t properly prepared himself for his potential death here, even though he'd  expected it from the beginning. He’s known it’s a likely outcome with going against Doflamingo since he started planning all of this, but with you in the picture its made him push down all the feelings he’s held regarding the whole situation. He’s never wanted to die here, despite expecting and planning for it, despite the fact he expected to die when he was thirteen, there’s no part of Law that wants to die here, not at twenty-six and not without you or his crew there.

Not yet…not here!

He has to survive this, Law won’t let himself die here, even as he keeps dodging Doflamingo's attacks through the forest and back to the bridge, if he brings this towards the city maybe he can escape or find you all to join the fight.

Maybe.

I refuse to die until I’ve seen this through!

~~

“Hey, [Y/N], are you there too?”

“Yeah, what’s up, Sanji?”

You’re anxious about where Law is, you haven’t seen him for hours now, not knowing where he is has you worried that he’s in danger. You are glad for this Bartolomeo guy who found you and Luffy when Zoro asked him to, even as the guy acts like you brother is actually god or something, it makes you roll your eyes when he says he doesn’t believe you’re siblings since your last name isn’t on your wanted posters. Neither you nor Luffy bothers to convince him at the time, whatever Zoro needed you for was more important. Hearing that the plan had gone downhill made you start to feel ill, especially when you’re told Law isn’t with Robin and Usopp anymore, Sanji has taken Caesar back to the Sunny and your crewmates have been attacked by Doflamingo and his crew. Of course you’re being pulled into helping liberate another country from a tyrant, you don’t mind that and know Luffy is all for it, but your fears and worries for Law are starting to take over your thoughts.

Law, you better be safe��

“Traffy said he wants you back on the Sunny! He told me to get you back here when he went after Doflamingo but—"

You don’t even hear what else Sanji says, your mind focusing on what Law said and when, it’s the only thing in your head now.

“Wait,” you reach through the coliseum sea prism bars and take the receiver from Zoro, obviously angry even though he doesn’t understand why as you start to get after Sanji, “You left Law alone against Doflamingo?!”

“He’ll be fine! Traffy’s a Warlord too, he can—”

“That’s not the point! Law shouldn’t have been left alone here! Not against Doflamingo, of all people!”

Luffy is the only one not confused by your outburst, only a little anxious you might say something that reveals your relationship with Law to everyone, but he doesn’t stop you from being upset with Sanji for leaving Law like that. It doesn’t matter to you that Law had told him to get you back to the Sunny or to leave him alone to fight Doflamingo, you’re upset that he’s been left alone against one of his greatest demons and you can’t even do anything to help him.

“Hey, relax,” you can hear Sanji’s confusion as he speaks, but your blood is nearly boiling over this, “He’s the one who—”

“I don’t care who did what, Law can’t be alone against him! You have to go back, he might—”

You’re interrupted by something that comes crashing to the ground outside, before the dust even clears you have a sinking feeling in your stomach that’s confirmed in a moment and makes you wish you were outside with Zoro and Kin’emon.

The dust clears, your breath and voice catch in your throat when you see its Law who’s come crashing in, thrown from who knows where it seems, you don’t want to believe its him until Luffy calls out his name and the fact Doflamingo is here now too, the sinking feeling gets worse seeing him, knowing things have gone terribly wrong.

“Law…Law get up, please…”

Luffy tries to step between you and the window you’re watching from but he’s not fast enough, you even push him aside at a bad time, seeing Doflamingo lift his gun and shoot Law three times, you don’t know how you’re standing after seeing that and watching Zoro and Kin’emon go after the two, even as the Marines Admiral Fujitora appears on Doflamingo’s side it seems.

“Law!! Law, please, get up!! I’m begging you! Don’t do this to me, please!!”

There’s no response but did you really expect one? He’s either dead or if you’re lucky just unconscious, even Luffy sees that and, despite the situation and fact he can’t do anything at the moment, he still directs Zoro what to do and gives Sanji permission to fight back against Big Mom’s ship coming for them, before grabbing you in a hug and almost forcing your face into his shoulder to keep you from seeing anything more. The women on Amazon Lily had told him how badly you’d reacted to Ace’s death, the panic attack you’d suffered through and how, before he ended up there thanks to Law and Jinbei, you’d barely spoken to anyone or even ate. You’d basically shut down and Luffy doesn’t want to see that happen, he hated hearing about it and can’t bear to see you broken down.

It all happens so fast you barely take in the fact that Doflamingo and Fujitora leave with Law in tow, it all brings back the memories of watching the war of the best on the transponder snail and the breakdown you had afterwards, but this time it’s right in front of your face and it’s Law it’s happening to. With Ace it was hell because he was your brother, with Law as your boyfriend it feels at least ten times more frightening and your only hope and prayer at the moment is that he’s alive. Zoro and Kin’emon couldn’t do anything to get Law away from them, you don’t blame either of them though but it’s enough to nearly make you have a panic attack over the thought that Law might be dead the next time you see him.

He tried to warn and prepare you but you didn’t want to listen, didn’t want to think about this possibility, but maybe you should have.

“Hey, [Y/N]! Traffy will be okay!” Luffy tries his best to calm you down when he sees you start to pull away, you’re retreating into yourself and entertaining the worries and fearful thoughts taking over your mind, he hates to see you do this, “We’ll get him back from Mingo and he’ll be alive! Okay?! Let’s try to get out of here!”

Luffy puts his hands on your shoulders to ground you, as you start to take deep breaths to calm your racing heart and mind, swallowing your fears with a nod.

“Okay…okay, let’s go…”

“Are you sure?”

You nod, hugging Luffy briefly before pulling back and wiping away the tears you felt starting.

“Yeah, let’s go!”

~~

“It’s good to see you both again!”

You don’t even know what to think about this person in front of you and Luffy, you barely listen as your brother and the blond talk, he’s so familiar but you aren’t sure why. The way he speaks and acts, it’s like a dream once you hear Luffy shout that this must be Sabo, in tears and shock before the throws himself at the man.

“What…? Sabo…”

The blond gives you a smile with a nod, before Luffy lets go of him and your brother keeps shouting gibberish about how its him, it has to be, he’s alive! He knows so much about your childhood, where you grew up and who you lived with, it must be him! There’s no other explanation, this man is Sabo!

“Luffy…there’s no way, he can’t be Sabo, we know—”

“But he has to be! How else would he know about Dadan’s place and all of that?! Look at him!”

You don’t believe it at all, even when looking at this stranger to you. Blond like Sabo, a scar over his eye that Sabo never had, but a gentle smile on his face. You’re skeptical, moving to stand right in front of him with your arms crossed, scrutinizing every detail of this man even as he keeps smiling at you.

“What’s my name then?”

“You’re [Y/N], of course,” he grins nodding, “Luffy’s biological sister but my sister too.”

“How old am I?”

“Twenty-two, like me.”

“What do I—”

“You made a poison when we were ten that Luffy and Ace thought was Makino’s lavender milk tea, you had to give them an antidote before they got too sick, but it wasn’t strong enough to kill either of them,” you start to let your walls down as he speaks, it’s hitting you harder than you expected it would, “I didn’t try it because you and I had gone down to Foosha to get Ace a birthday gift that year.”

“…what did we get him…?”

“You got him a book and I got him a knife, not the greatest gift for an eleven-year-old, but he loved it and—”

This person, you know its Sabo now, stops talking when you throw your arms around his shoulders and hug him, sobbing into him as he hugs you back. He didn’t expect you to start crying, though he also didn’t expect to see Luffy here and he expected his tears when he saw you both here, it's more tears than he thought he would get after he revealed himself to you both, but he gets it. You’ve thought he was dead the last twelve years, you’re both in shock and letting it out through crying, Sabo is fine with that.

“It…it is you! S-Sabo…I…where…” for a second he thinks you’re calming down, before you push him back and send an angry glare through your tears, “Where were you?! Why weren’t you there when Ace died?!”

“I’ve been with the Revolutionary Army, your…your dad saved me but I had lost my memories,” he notices you don’t react when Dragon is brought up, maybe you’ve moved past it or it’s because you’re upset with him this time, “I got them back after Ace died…but that’s a long story, we’ll have to talk about it later if we have the chance.”

You open your mouth to speak again but Luffy interrupts by throwing himself to hug Sabo, dragging you into to his side as your little brother keeps blubbering like a baby. It makes Sabo laugh while you try not to push away again, you’re angry with him even though it’s not his fault that Ace died and you get that.

You just wish he’d been around sooner.

“I’m so glad you’re both alive!”

“But…but Sabo! I…saw Ace die…and couldn’t do anything!” Luffy’s crying makes you want to cry more, it isn’t fair that you both still are struggling through this, but it’s your reality still.

“Yes, Ace died,” Sabo nods a bit, pulling you both closer and hugging you tighter, “ But you’re both alive! I could’ve lost more than just one brother that day, so I’m grateful I still have one brother and my sister! If you two had died too, I would’ve been completely alone. Thank you both for still being alive!”

Well now you’re crying more, thankful that Sabo is here despite Ace being gone and the situation surrounding you outside the coliseum, making you grip his shirt tightly. You wish there was more time to talk to him, to hear what happened after you thought he was gone, but there are more pressing matters to attend to.

“Luffy, [Y/N],” it almost worries you how serious Sabo is, until you see the slight glint in his eyes, “Do you mind if I eat the Flame Flame fruit? I’m sure you’ve both discussed it already but—”

“No, please, go ahead,” you nod at him, Sabo giving you a look like he doesn’t believe you, “I don’t want to eat it, if Luffy is good with it, you can go win it and take it.”

“You sure?”

“I am.”

Luffy nods and agrees, telling Sabo he can’t think of anyone else that should eat it apart from you. Since you don’t want it, Sabo is the next best option. He can use it and maybe help you all today, maybe help Luffy and Law beat Doflamingo and—

Oh wait.

“Shit, Luffy, we have to go!! We have to go help Law!”

“Oh, you’re right!!”

It’s still a lot to take in, but once you’re out of the coliseum, in a strange walking fish suit (Dressrosa is such a weird place to you), you’re trying not to cry more than you already have. You’re so happy to know Sabo is alive, to see and hug him, to know the Flame Flame fruit is going to someone who you know will use it appropriately, everything with that is going as well as it can and you’re content knowing that’s all settled. You didn’t want the temptation of a Devil Fruit around since you do enjoy being able to swim and having powers has never been of interest to you.

But you’re also still worried about Law, where is he and if he’s still alive again. He’s been shot three times and was obviously injured before that, you could see that even when you were in the coliseum and he was on the ground outside it. You hate that you weren’t able to do anything, that all you could do was watch as it happened, pray that he doesn’t die and you can save him somehow. You had told him two years ago that Luffy was your world and you couldn’t lose him, and while that’s still partially true, Law has worked his way into the same place, you’d never say one of them is more important than the other, but they’re both important in their own ways. Even so, you don’t want to watch anyone else die, especially Law.

You’re not sure you could handle that.

+!+

To describe your feelings at seeing that Doflamingo has severed Law’s arm as anything, but complete and utter horror would be an understatement. You’d been dragging behind most of your crewmates and group the whole time, coming up behind Cavendish and recoiling when you see the state Law’s in (you feel bad about it later, but you hadn’t prepared yourself for this). Your first thought was that he was dead after all until you see he’s still breathing and alive, definitely in severe pain but at least he’s still living.

Law doesn’t even notice you’re there at first, trying to keep his breathing even and focus on the situation, still wanting to go after Doflamingo even if Luffy says he has it handled. His only other hope and prayer and thought was that you wouldn’t show up and see him like this, he didn’t want you worrying about him when there’s nothing you could have done to prevent any of this. You don’t deserve to have that on you, in your mind thinking this is because you weren’t there like with Ace, you couldn’t do anything to stop this, he’s sure you’d know that.

“What can I do to help?!”

Robin catches you up to speed while the Tontatta’s reattach Law’s arm, he doesn’t want to look at you and see how terrified you probably are, even though your voice sounds steady and calm. You keep a slight distance only because you know that you might end up revealing your relationship to too many people at once if you move beside him or if he does look at you. This is the worst time to do that, you’re not ready for that and don’t want it to become the focus of the moment when Law might lose his arm entirely (even when Mansherry says everything will be fine after a bit thanks to her own powers).

Most everyone ends up going off to chase after Luffy and Doflamingo or try to stop the birdcage, you don’t leave and say you’ll stay with Law and Cavendish, if for no other reason than to ensure they both stay safe (lies, its really just for Law of course).

You take a deep breath, letting it out before nodding to yourself and move beside Law, taking his hand in yours, once you’re sure those who don’t know about you two have left, the only one still there being Cavendish but you’re hoping he won’t use this against either of you.

“You,” Law sighs and finally looks up at you, thankful you don’t seem to be crying, though you’re visibly worried, “You’re not supposed to be here.”

You nod again, gently raking your free hand through his hair and Law notices just how shaky you are. You must’ve been keeping yourself together very well in front of the others for no one to have said anything, maybe they were just being nice about it just in case they saw it too, he’s grateful if so and is sure you are as well. There’s no need for anyone to worry about both of you at the moment.

“You’re shaking.”

“Do you blame me?” you try to laugh, but it’s strained this time and makes Law watch you, you’re obviously trying to keep calm but it’s difficult, “…I thought you were about to die…”

“…I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, letting out a shaky breath before pressing a kiss to his forehead. You’re sure Cavendish noticed this when you hear him grumbling to himself about how come he can’t find a girlfriend but Trafalgar has, how unfair that is. It’s funny to hear that’s his biggest concern right now, not the fact you all might be killed soon.

“I’m just glad you’re okay…”

You don’t know what might be next today, but you’re torn between making sure Law is okay and listening to the play by play regarding Luffy and Doflamingo, trying to keep tabs on him and know he’s doing fine as well. You don’t want to hear that he’s lost and you’re all doomed to death for sure, especially when you hear that Luffy’s Haki has run out and he has to wait ten minutes before he can do anything again. If only it had actually ended when you all thought it had, but that damn birdcage still over the country told you it wasn’t, you know Luffy can finish this battle once he’s gotten his Haki back, it’s just that ten minute timer is hell on earth and it feels like everything is moving even slower than before.

Law knows it too, its why he eventually sits up beside you, setting his good hand on your shoulder and moving to get up on his feet. You don’t stop him and move to help him stand despite your wish he’d stay and recover until his arm was back to normal. But you know Law very well, you know he won’t leave this to just Luffy, not now. He can’t do that, not when he’s so close to having his plans and revenge for Corazon fulfilled.

And you’d never stop him from getting that.

“Law…”

He barely grips your shoulder as he stands up, you know he shouldn’t be moving like this, going to leave and run after Luffy to help however he still can. He's not going to listen to you to stop and wait, to rest a bit longer and let Luffy handle it, but he won’t do that, not when he’s so close to achieving his plans.

You can’t blame him though, not when everything had been leading up to this and as long as he makes it through, you can convince yourself to let him go to your brother for now.

“It’s…almost over…”

“You…you’re going no matter what I say huh.”

“Sorry. But…”

You shake your head, standing in front of him and handing Kikoku over, Law just watches before you hug him tightly and he returns it the best he can since he still can’t move his right arm much yet. He knows you want him to stay, to recover and not throw himself into danger again, but he needs to see this through to the end and you also understand that. You’re quiet when you move your hands to his face and kiss him, Law tightens his arm around you before you pull away from him.

“Go finish this. Then—”

“We’ll go to Zou,” Law nods as you smile slightly, “Together.”

Once you let go he’s gone almost instantly, and you sigh a bit, still smiling to yourself. You’ll feel more relieved when this is over and you can all leave, with Law and Luffy both still alive and safe, but for the moment, you’ll let them do what they need to once again, trusting your boyfriend and brother to take out Doflamingo and free Dressrosa.

“You’re rather lucky I’m indebted to your sniper,” Cavendish lets out a sigh when you look over to him after a second, “Any other pirate finding out members of different crews were together would use that to their advantage.”

“Yeah, I know that,” you grin at him, making your new comrade roll his eyes, “Well! Let’s go help with stopping this birdcage, Cabbage!”

“That’s not my name!! You’re just like your brother!!”

+!+

“I’m gonna go find Luffy!!”

Doflamingo is finally defeated, for sure and for real this time, his birdcage over Dressrosa is gone and the people are cheering as you run through them to the area you swear you saw Luffy land. You never expected to see him power up his Devil Fruit powers the way he has, but you’re so proud of him and glad he has. You don’t think this would’ve gone as well as it did if he hadn’t. There would have been more bloodshed and less happiness right now if he hadn’t gone through his training for two years.

You hope Law is somewhere nearby. Even though you let him go without any kind of fight, only a kiss and the promise to go to Zou together, you aren’t sure where he’s ended up and just want to know he’s still alive and breathing. You hope that with everything settled, with Doflamingo defeated, the SMILE factory destroyed, Dressrosa freed, and Law’s vengeance for Corazon complete, that he can relax now, even if for a bit. Even if it’s just on your coming journey to Zou and then Wano, you just want Law to start taking things a little bit slower and as they come, no planning or worries over anything. He deserves to rest, both physically and mentally now, and you’re excited at the idea that he really can now.

“Luffy!” The relief you feel when you finally find him, passed out with his head in Rebecca’s lap, you’re more relieved than you expected really, “Oh thank God, he’s okay.”

You laugh and hurry to his side, almost crying once again but out of happiness to see he’s alive and well, you weren’t sure about the state you’d find him in after seeing him defeat Doflamingo, but you were hopeful that he’d be okay.

Rebecca tries to ask who you are and how you know ‘Lucy’, but you don’t respond to her since you’re just so glad to see Luffy is all right. He’s fast asleep, of course he is, you stroke his hair a bit and try not to laugh when he snores, sighing and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You dork, don’t scare your big sister like that again.”

Law watches you from his place against the building, smiling softly as he does so. The way you still treat Luffy like he’s ten is sweet, you want to see him thrive and achieve his dream, but he’s still your baby brother and the center of your world, he gets it. He was the same with Lami when she was little, he wishes constantly that she was here to meet and know you. He’s sure you two would’ve been best friends.

He's so relieved you didn’t see him die, that he made it out of this. Even with all his preparation for himself, he didn’t want to leave you behind so early. Everything worked out better than expected, but he knows you were scared he wasn’t going to make it back to you alive, back to his crew, he’s thankful Luffy was able to finish everything.

Once you’re satisfied that Luffy is all right, you look over to Law and give him a smile, asking Rebecca to stay with Luffy which she agrees to. You get up and walk over to Law, sitting beside him and hitting his shoulder with your own.

“Hey you.”

“Hey.”

“How’s your arm? Got feeling back yet?”

Law shrugs his right arm a bit, flexing his fingers with a slight nod.

“Mostly there. Tips of my fingers are still numb.”

“That’s good…” You’re so relieved, you don’t care if anyone comes along to find you and sees, leaning your head against his shoulder and taking his left hand in your own, “I’m glad you’re alive…”

He doesn’t say anything back at first, instead lacing your fingers together and squeezing your hand back, before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, lingering for a moment.

“So am I.”

He really had anticipated his own death while here, but kept that to himself this whole time so you wouldn’t worry. It didn’t really help much when you saw him get shot and after his arm had been cut off, you were obviously terrified and worried for him, Law hates that he placed those feelings on you, even though it wasn’t entirely his fault. He believes he shares blame since he didn’t do anything to help prepare you just in case, but you’re still recovering emotionally after losing Ace as well, he’s not sure he could’ve done anything to ease your mind.

But, now that everything is over, Doflamingo is defeated and you know Sabo is alive, Law thinks that things can only really go up from here for the two for you. He’s made it out of his revenge plans alive, you’re still here by him, he’ll be reunited with his crew soon, and then it’s off to Wano at last.

From here on out, everything will be okay.

+!+

“Sabo, wait.”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise that you’d follow him out, but Sabo does get a little shock when you pull him into another hug, that he's quick to return anyway. You both hug tighter than before, Sabo setting a hand on your head and patting your back gently with a small chuckle.

“I’m so glad you’re alive, Sabo…when we heard what happened back then…I just…”

“I know,” Sabo nods as you pull back enough to look up at him, he’s finally taller than you after all these years, “I felt the same when I read the papers after Marineford. I didn’t see you mentioned anywhere, so I thought something terrible happened or you chose to stay in Foosha.”

“I’d never let Luffy leave alone.”

“Yeah, I realized that too,” Sabo gives you a smile that you return, before he sits down with you beside him near Kyros’ home, he can spare a few minutes for you, “How have you been?”

“Better than I could ever have dreamed. I’ve perfected a few poisons! And I started writing a book all about Luffy’s journey to being King of the Pirates, inspired by your childhood dream you know.”

“Oh yeah?” there’s a grin on his face now that makes you smile back at Sabo with a nod, “How’s that going?”

“Good enough I guess,” you shrug, causing him to laugh at bit, “You’ll have to proof read it for me when it’s done, whenever that is!”

“Send me a copy and I’ll do just that.”

You nod again with a laugh, before just looking at him. You think, even though he had lost his memories, that life has been good to Sabo anyway. He’s still here, he’s all grown up and doing his own thing, and you’re just happy to see he’s alive. You’re not even jealous he’s spent the last decade with your father, it didn’t matter to you. What matters is that Sabo is alive and well.

“I’m sorry I yelled at and pushed you, I just—”

“Hey, don’t worry. I don’t blame you. I had the same thoughts after I got my memories back and realized what had happened,” Sabo gives you a small, sad smile thinking back, “Asking myself why I wasn’t there, why couldn’t I have been there to do anything, if anything would’ve changed if I had been there…”

“I blamed myself for almost a year,” it still hurts and you hate talking about it, but maybe some common ground between you and Sabo will help, “Luffy made me stay at Amazon Lily while he went to save Ace, I regretted not going every day. I should’ve gone, if I had been there…maybe Ace would still be here.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“And it wasn’t yours either.”

It feels weird, like you’re both gaining closure from Ace’s death just by talking to each other. Neither of you could’ve stopped it if you had been there, you think, but you still wonder how different things may have been if Sabo had been there. Maybe things would have changed, but probably not you realize, you’re slowly coming to terms with that. Sometimes you can’t change things no matter how many scenarios or plans you come up with, it all ends the same.

A terrible thought really but if you accept that, you may start to feel better about the situation still haunting you at times.

“…I’ve got a boyfriend now, Sabo.”

“Yeah? Which one? Your crew’s sniper?”

“Nope,” you shake your head as Sabo tries to guess again, this time throwing Zoro out as an option, “Not anyone on our crew. I…Law. Law’s my boyfriend.”

“Ahh the guy with spotted hat?” Sabo smiles when you nod, seeing a content look on your face he’d never seen when you were children, “Do you love him?”

“More than anything. During the last two years, he let me stay on his ship with his crew, and we just fell for each other,” you smile to yourself thinking about everything you’ve been through with Law, causing Sabo to smile too, “I’m hoping we’ll get married someday.”

“Well if you ever do, try to call me and I’ll be there.”

“Yeah, I’ll do my best,” for a second you stay quiet before biting your lip, “Can you…not tell my father about this? I don’t…don’t want him to know.”

He gets it, but Sabo does plan to at least tell Dragon he’s seen you and Luffy, he’s not going to tell him anything you don’t want him to, he’ll respect that as he nods and stands up, you following suit.

“Sure, I won’t let him know.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem,” Sabo pulls you into one more hug, one you don’t want to let go of but reluctantly do so when he pulls back, “Stay in contact okay?”

“You too, Sabo.”

You wave as he heads off, before turning to go back inside. Most everyone is asleep besides Kyros and Zoro at this point, you keep down the laugh you want to let out when you see how Luffy has almost fallen out of bed, Usopp is practically on top of him, and Law is using his sword as a pillow, fast asleep already. You take a spot on the floor near Law, not too far to look like you hate him but not too close to make your relationship obvious. He looks more peaceful than you’ve ever seen him before, maybe it’s because everything went well and Doflamingo was properly defeated, even if it wasn’t by his hand.

Sleep well, Law.

You feel like things are getting better, now that you know Sabo is still here, you think you’re slowly moving past Ace’s death and how much it affected you. Still affected you, but it’s not as bad as it once was. You credit a lot of that to Law even if he would say otherwise and that it was all you, having him by your side through it all at the beginning was the most helpful thing you could’ve asked for two years ago.

You hope he’ll let you stay by his side even longer.

+!+

Once you’ve all left Dressrosa, after being chased out by the Navy, Law notices you keep your distance just a bit. He wonders if it’s due to your relationship still being mostly a secret, the only ones that know in this group are Luffy and Robin after all (and Cavendish he realizes but he doesn’t think the fancy boy will tell anyone), and he doesn’t think too much of it.

He's too busy thinking anyway, about what all happened the other day, about Corazon, about Sengoku, mostly about you and your relationship.

He's never understood why you would love him, why you felt he deserved that when he’d not done anything to earn it, not in his mind anyway. He let you travel with his crew for two years, helped you with your poisons and anything else you needed, but that didn’t feel like it made him worthy of your love. Law has never felt worthy of your affections, he never felt worthy of the love Corazon had for him either, it never made sense to him.

Hell it still doesn’t make sense, the logical side of him can’t make it work out in his mind, there’s no reason you should love him as much as you do…

But he loves you too and he can’t think of a single reason why, there’s so many things you’ve done that should be the reason why but, there’s not one. Law thinks about it enough that he realizes he loves you just because, the same as you with him. He has no reasons, if you ever asked him he wouldn’t have anything specific for you, the brief time he spoke with Sengoku helped him realize he doesn’t need a reason.

He simply loves you because of who you are, nothing in particular has convinced him to love you back, it just happened.

His family and Corazon’s love for him was different but still unconditional, your love for Law is deeper with no strings attached, and he knows his love for you is the same. He’s certain they would all have loved you, that they’re all happy for him to have found you, that he feels happy for the first time in over a decade now. That you’re the reason he’s happy again and feels like he even has a future outside of being a pirate now.

When Zoro finally leaves him alone, to go refill their drinks, Law scans the group for you, catching your eye and nodding you over. You take a moment to make sure no one thinks anything of it while you make your way over to him, a few of Bartolomeo’s crewmates try to stop you for an autograph (you’re the Sir Luffy’s sister, of course they want it) though you smile nervously and tell them maybe later, before you finally make it to Law and sit beside him, leaving some distance just to be safe.

“Having fun?”

“I guess,” you shrug a little, watching Luffy and Usopp try to get everyone to start singing Binks’ Brew, “How about you?”

“It’s fine.”

“Yeah.”

Why does it feel weird? Law looks you over and sees you’re acting reserved, maybe to keep your relationship secret but he doesn’t think that’s it. You seem…distant? Like you’re thinking too much about something or trying to keep up appearances. He does wish he could hold your hand or let you sit in his lap but that’s a little too much with so many people around, though he thinks you could pass it off as being tipsy if he pulled you over real quick, just tell someone you’re a little drunk and climbed into his lap yourself.

Neither of you says anything for a bit, before Law finally sighs and stands to leave, making you glance up at him.

“My room. One hour. All right?”

“Mm-hm…I’ll be there.”

“Good.”

You watch Law head off to where Bartolomeo showed you where the bunks and separate bedrooms were, grateful that you and Robin have a shared room and that Luffy was able to convince Bartolomeo to give Law his own room for now. Whatever he wants to discuss though, it makes you a little nervous, only because you’re not sure what he’s thinking and you feel like he’s figured out what’s going on with your head right now.

You have an hour to stress and worry about it so when more people come up to you for an autograph you agree to signing whatever they have, if for no other reason than to distract your mind.

You love Law and he knows that, but you have this small worry that your fussing over him has been enough for him to end your relationship, and that scares you.

I hope everything is okay…

+!+

“Why do you love me?”

“Huh?”

Law wonders if you were pretending not to hear him, though the warm bath you’re sharing might be making you sleepy he realizes, as he rolls his eyes a bit when you look at him with half-lidded eyes yourself.

“I don’t get it. Why did you decide to love me?”

“Law—”

“I didn’t do anything to deserve it.”

You’re quiet for a moment too long, it actually worries him a little, but you look like you’re thinking, maybe searching for the reasons why you love him. After a few minutes of thinking, you shrug and close your eyes, enjoying the bath again.

“I dunno. I just did.”

“That’s not a reason.”

Its your turn to roll your eyes, as you adjust and sit with your back against Law’s chest, sighing before you look up at him.

“I don’t have a reason, I just love you.”

You can see he doesn’t get it, from how his brows furrow and he looks like the gears in his head are turning, trying to make it make sense. In his mind, you must have a reason, you can’t just love him without any reasons behind it. There must be something he’s done to make you love him, it can’t be just because he’s him or anything like that. All of that is too much like those stupid romance novels Ikkaku reads, they aren’t reality.

There are conditions to love, aren’t there?

“That doesn’t make sense.”

You don’t want to laugh at him, so you grin and nod a little with another sigh.

“Maybe not…but I don’t have any reasons to give you, Law. I love you just because I do.”

He still doesn’t get it, it actually keeps him awake once you two turn in for the night, you’re snug against him with your arm across his chest, fast asleep without a care in the world. Your hair is still a little damp since you didn’t want to blow dry it, Law warned you that you’d be cold and that’s likely why you’re so snuggly with him tonight.

You’re so strange to him still, but he likes it. He likes how you’re so comfortable with him all the time, how you just talk to him about anything and everything that comes to mind, the way you cuddle him at night though he'll never admit that to anyone who may ask.

He likes how you’ve started reading Sora and seem so invested, crying to him when a character you loved was killed off, telling him your other favorites and how he figured out your small crush on Stealth Black, it made him smirk when you blushed and hid your face in the book. Law watches you closely when you read to see what you’re thinking before you ever tell him, you’ve made a good dent in the series in a short amount of time.

You’ve taken over doing his laundry even though he told you not to worry about it, you bring Law food when he stays in his office too late, sharing with him sometimes, and staying until either he’s ready to sleep or you pass out and he takes you to his bed. You do far too much for him, it’s more than he ever could have asked for. He’s sure though, that his favorite moments with you are when you’re both relaxing, whether in his bed or like earlier during your bath, it doesn’t matter. He likes to be around you all the time, no matter what’s going on or what you’re doing. The quiet, calm moments and the ones where you’re laughing or rambling about something, Law enjoys every bit of it.

He doesn’t think there’s anything you could do to make him feel otherwise.

…holy shit…

Everything hits him all at once and Law takes a breath when you shift a little, making yourself more comfortable against him.

“I…” he’s quiet, holding you a little closer as he thinks, “…I think I love you…”

[flemingology]

first time ─ jessie fleming x reader

in which: you and jessie take the next step in your relationship

warnings: smut (18+), g!p sex, oral (r receiving), penetrative sex (r receiving), dirty talk

wc: 4.6K, used a couple prompts from @delusionisaplace!

a/n: Let's say jessie is still at chelsea here, just to make sense of the tiny bit of plot there is at the beginning of this fic, lol. also, this is... pure filth. I don't know why this was the fic that got me out of my writer's block but yeah, have it. also if the whole g!p thing is NOT your thing, then don't read it! the warning is there for a reason. it's my first time writing this dynamic, so I'm sorry if it's kinda shitty. as usual, not proofread. sorry for any mistakes.

You kept rolling your hips down into Jessie's lap, another whine escaping your lips as you could feel her growing cock pressing into you with every brush against her hips. Your head was buried in your girlfriend's neck, lips parted and softly panting as you fisted your hands in her hair. "Fuck, Jess, if we don't stop now we are not making it in time to Leah's," you said, with the last remaining bit of dignity lingering inside of you.

Leah had invited some of her Arsenal teammates and their plus ones over for a big dinner at her place, to which you'd eagerly agreed when you first got the invitation. After a bit of convincing, you'd managed to get Jessie on board too – the self-consciousness about being the only Chelsea player in a predominantly Arsenal-covered living room quickly washed away with the prospect of a little mingling with old and new friends in sight.

Right now, though, a dinner with friends was the last thing on Jessie's mind. Admittedly, it wasn't really at the front of yours either. Your every thought now laced with pleasure, you tried your absolute hardest to keep a little bit of self-control before you lost yourself completely in Jessie's touch, in the feeling of her burgeoning hard-on pressing against your awaiting core.

"Yeah", Jessie breathed against you, forcing her eyes closed because your blissed out face was pushing her towards an edge she didn't want to be at yet, "yeah, you're right," she said, but made no move to stop or get up, if anything she pushed your hips harder against hers.

You lifted your head from her neck in a vain attempt to regain some control, but seeing Jessie's baby hairs sticking against her forehead that was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, a frown etched upon her face as she concentrated on being good for you with her eyes closed, there wasn't a single cell in your body that wanted anything else but this.

"Fuck it," you mumbled underneath your breath, "we'll make up an excuse later," it was the last bit of encouragement that Jessie needed, already lifting you up from the couch before you even got a chance at finishing your sentence. You squealed as she lifted you up and you put your legs around her waist, hanging onto her while she manoeuvred the two of you up the stairs and into her bedroom.

You and Jessie hadn't gone much further than a few heated make-out sessions on either of your couches yet. The relationship was fairly new and as much as you were completely infatuated by her, you'd promised each other to take it slow. But the past week, anytime Jessie did anything but breathe near you, you wanted nothing more than to jump her bones – you were ovulating, in your defense. So when you rang her doorbell that night, having gotten ready in your own apartment for Leah's dinner, and Jessie opened the door in a white button-up shirt that was tucked into a pair of black slacks that perfectly hugged her muscular thighs, you knew you wouldn't have the self control to restrain yourself tonight.

Jessie's button-up shirt and your dress long forgotten – not without the promise that you'd wear it again for her – your girlfriend placed you on the bed and crawled on top of you. "You drive me crazy, baby, honestly. I need you so bad," she said, pulling a moan from you. Jessie had always been – and still was – quite reserved. She had her moments with you where she would turn into herself, but those were rare. With other people, though, it was rare that they would see Jessie let loose. So when you discovered that Jessie was quite the dirty talker in bed, it's safe to say you more than were surprised. Pleasantly surprised, that's for sure.

Your Canadian peppered kisses all over your face, your cheek and jawline until she reached the base of your neck, where she let her wet tongue glide over the sensitive skin all the way back up until she reached your ear, where she softly nipped on your earlobe. All your senses were overwhelmed with Jessie – you saw, heard, felt and smelled nothing but her. And you loved it.

A couple moments later Jessie still found her face nuzzled into your neck, sucking, kissing and licking all over the skin there. And as much as you liked it and it felt good, you were starting to feel quite the throb between your legs – and you wanted, needed, her to do something about it.

"Jess", you said breathily, to which she lifted her head. "Please, I need you," you continued, to which a small smirk tugged at her lips. "What do you need, love?" she asked. You groaned and threw your head back. "Your mouth, your fingers, your dick. Anything, Jess." A shiver rolled down Jessie's spine as you finished talking, purely due to the excitement of what was about to come.

The Canadian wasn't particularly someone for one-night stands, she simply loved too hard to be able to fuck someone without catching any sorts of feelings for them. That, combined with her busy schedule, meant she hadn't dated in a good while. Meaning that, for the last couple of years, the only relief Jessie could give herself was the pumping of her own hand. Merely the thought of her length being enveloped in your warm tunnel had her almost bursting.

She slowly made her way down, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over your body. You could feel her sucking your skin and marking you up, but you didn't have an ounce of self-control left in your body anymore to tell her to stop. She reached your underwear and teased you by dipping one finger underneath the waistband, but not trailing further.

"Can I take this off?" she asked softly, earning a nod from you. "I'm gonna need words, beautiful," she said, when you didn't speak up further. "I know you can do that for me," she continued, which caused you to blush. "Yeah-, yeah, that's okay. Only if you undress too," you replied. Jessie glanced down at her own body and noticed that she was still half-dressed, her lower body still covered. She stood up quickly and kicked off her trousers and socks – her swollen cock a little less restrained which caused her to sigh a breath of relief – before settling her body between your legs again.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips when she pulled your underwear down your legs, a string of your arousal connected to the garment. "You're soaked baby, god, you're so hot," Jessie mumbled.

Your girlfriend skipped the teasing and torturing and delved straight in, your scent way too intoxicating for the Canadian to wait any longer to taste you. Jessie licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance up to your clit, gathering your arousal in her mouth and spreading it all over your lips. You couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips upon the feeling of Jessie's warm tongue against your heat.

"Fuck, Jess, that's so good," you said breathlessly. You had been uncertain and insecure about this moment for a long time, but you couldn't have wished for a better time to take the next step in your relationship. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Jessie took your sensitive nub in her mouth and teasingly flicked her tongue across it, earning a grunt from you. You tangled your hands in her curls and gave a sharp tug when you felt her teeth graze your clit, the sting subsiding quickly when she started sucking on it again.

It wasn't long before you started to feel a tightening sensation starting to bubble up inside of you. Jessie's tongue was working wonders against your core and you were seriously questioning why it had taken the two of you so long to get to this point. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the squelching of your drenched core, riling you up further – if that was even possible. Jessie hadn't even used her fingers yet and she had you teetering on the edge.

"Jess," you breathed, trying to form a coherent sentence while the Canadian was sucking and licking on you at a relentless pace. "I'm close, baby, you're gonna make me cum," you continued. Jessie hummed into your pussy, not relenting by any means. In response, she squeezed your thighs that were resting on her shoulders. Your moans rose in pitch as she brought you closer and closer to your high, not letting her pace waver once you started squirming and bucking underneath her.

"Oh fuck, Jess, fuck, I'm cumming," you mustered, right before you felt the coil in your belly snap. You arched your back off the bed and threw your head back, your thighs locking around Jessie's head whose ministrations kept going. You let out a loud moan as you started to come down, your girlfriend guiding you through your orgasm and eventually releasing your lips with a pop as you started growing sensitive.

You dropped your legs from Jessie's shoulders and rested them on the mattress, trying to catch your breath from the mind-blowing orgasm you just had. "Fuck, that was good," you said, not needing to glance at Jessie to know there was a smug smirk plastered on her face. She rested her head on your thigh and pressed soft kisses, waiting for you to come down from your high.

A couple moments later you managed to catch your breath, and opened your eyes to look at her. "You're amazing", you said, a light smile tugging at your lips. You couldn't miss the small blush that crept upon your girlfriend's cheeks at your words. "Thank you, baby, I love making you feel good," she replied.

Another few moments of silence went by before you spoke up. "What about you?" you said, wanting nothing more than to return the favor but not really knowing how to approach the subject. After all, you were quite nervous, to put it lightly. You had never had sex with a dick before, and you definitely didn't know whether you were going to be any good at it – whether you would like it even. Jessie and you had talked about it countless of times, talked about what you thought you would like and not like, because the last thing she wanted was to make you uncomfortable or to hurt you in the moment.

"What about me?" Jessie quipped back, but you didn't miss the glint in her eyes. She climbed up your body and laid her head on your chest before you replied. "I want you to feel good too," you said softly, to which she let out a little chuckle. "Pleasuring you is more than enough, baby," she said, to which you rolled your eyes. "I'm not having that, Fleming. You know what I mean."

Jessie chuckled and looked up at you. "Are you sure? I know we said we'd take things slow on this regard," she asked. She was right. You had told her that you wanted to take things slow. You were more than comfortable with the Canadian but you didn't want to rush into things. You nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing the conversation. "Yeah, you're right. I did say that. But this feels good. It feels right," you said, tucking a strand of hair behind Jessie's ear. "So if it feels right for you too, I'm more than willing to try some things."

"It feels more than right, you know that, but I just want to make sure that you feel okay with all of this. I'd never want to rush you into doing things you'd rather not," Jessie said softly, tracing patterns on your bare chest. You pressed a kiss against her crown and took her chin between your thumb and index finger, tilting her head up towards you. You gave her an appreciative look before you spoke. "You're perfect, Jess. I love how mindful you are being, but I promise that I'm okay with this. I'd tell you if I wasn't."

Jessie gave you a nod and a warm smile before rolling off your body and sitting up, seemingly a bit nervous about her next step. She looked around hesitantly around the room. "You okay, Jess?" you inquired, now sitting up against the headboard. "Y-yeah, I was just," she breathed, voice slightly wavering. You frowned, wondering what had gotten Jessie visibly upset. "We're on the same page, right?" she asked. You cocked an eyebrow at your girlfriend. "I think so, yeah? I don't know what you mean, but I don't see how we couldn't be."

Jessie seemed to relax a little at your words. "Is it okay if I grab a condom, then?" you chuckled at her question, shaking her head in disbelief before speaking up again. "Of course, Jess, why are you so nervous about that?"

"I don't know, we hadn't verbally agreed on what we wanted next and I didn't want to just grab a condom if I wasn't sure that this is what you wanted," she explained. A small smile tugged at your lips as you leant in and cupped her cheek, pressing a tender kiss against her lips before you replied. "You're adorable. Thank you for checking in. But yeah I can confirm that this," you gestured towards Jessie's hand that was resting on the nightstand and then down towards her still-hardened member, "is what I want."

Jessie's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red and she cast her gaze away from yours, slightly embarrassed at her own uncertainty. Nonetheless, she opened her nightstand and rummaged around until she found an unopened pack of condoms. "It's been ages since I've used these, but I'm pretty sure they're not expired yet," Jessie said with a toothy grin on her face. "Well, we should make sure to get some new ones then next time we're grocery shopping," you said, a teasing smile adorning your lips as you spoke to your girlfriend. "Big plans huh?" she inquired, before bringing the condom packet to her mouth and ripping it open.

You watched on in awe as Jessie slipped the top of the condom over her tip and rolled the rest down her length. It was safe to say that Jessie's member was above average length. It was quite wide and thick. On another day, if your heart wasn't pounding in your chest, you would've probably made a comment about it. You had never had sex with a dick before, so it was safe to say that you were quite nervous about taking her, if you were going to be able to at all.

Jessie made her way back over to you and spread your legs again, settling her body in between yours as she sat back on her heels. She caressed your thighs gently and relented from doing anything, letting you set the pace for now. She could tell you were nervous. She offered you a warm, small smile before speaking up. "I'll be gentle with you, I promise. I wouldn't want to hurt you, ever," you nodded and gave your girlfriend an appreciative nod. She knew you'd never had penetrative sex with a dick before. She also knew you were nervous, so it meant a lot to you that she was reassuring you like this.

"I know. I trust you," you said, before you scooted a little closer to her, trying to wordlessly let her know that you were ready. Jessie got the hint and pushed her body towards you, hovering over you on her knees as she adjusted so her dick was lining up with your entrance. You watched on between your bodies in awe as Jessie grabbed her length and softly pushed it up and down between your folds, repeatedly bumping against your clit. You couldn't suppress the soft whimpers that escaped your lips. A couple moments later, Jessie looked up to you and searched your eyes for any signs of uncertainty. She wanted to make sure that you were fully comfortable before she pushed further. You grabbed her hand that was situated on your hip, keeping herself up, and gave it a tight squeeze.

Jessie took it as encouragement and lined herself up with your entrance, ever so slowly inching forward. She kept her eyes trained on your face as she entered you, making sure she didn't miss any signs of discomfort as she stretched you out. You closed your eyes and bit your lip as you focused on the feeling of Jessie's hardened member entering you. Despite a first orgasm, you hadn't loosened much and you could feel the way she was stretching you out. A frown was etched on your face as you tried to compose your breathing. You tried your best to relax and to loosen up for her, but Jessie couldn't push further.

"Just let it happen, baby, don't think about it too much. I can feel you tightening around me," Jessie spoke up softly. You nodded wordlessly, taking a deep breath in and trying to relax further. Jessie was still on her knees between your legs, patiently stretching you out. She, too, was having a hard time at remaining composed. Not so much because of discomfort, but mainly because she lost herself in the feeling of being wrapped up in your heat. She wasn't in deep, by any means, but your warmth was enveloping her tip and she loved the feeling.

A couple minutes, a lot of trial and error and deep breaths later, Jessie's hips were finally flush against yours. It hadn't been easy, but the feeling of being filled by your girlfriend was nothing like you'd ever experienced. Jessie was hovering over you now, wanting to be close to you instead of on her knees between your legs. "Does this feel fine?" Jessie whispered in your ear, not wanting to disturb you too much while you were adjusting to her length inside of you. You nodded wordlessly, letting your nails rake over Jessie's back. "Yeah," you breathed out. "Yeah, this is okay."

A couple more moments passed before you spoke up again. "I think I'm ready for you to move," you said tentatively. Jessie lifted her head and looked at you, searching your eyes for any discomfort. "Okay," she breathed, pressing a tender kiss against your forehead. Jessie slowly pulled her hips back, pulling out of you just until she reached the tip. She moaned softly at the sensation, pushing back inside of you and filling you to the hilt. "Fuck," you whimpered, "do that again, please."

Jessie eyed you curiously and pulled back once more, making sure her tip stayed inside of you. "Like this?" she asked, earning a wordless nod from you. She grinned slightly, pushing back inside of you and letting your warm tunnel envelop her length. "You feel so tight around me, darling, you're so hot."

By now, you had comfortably adjusted to Jessie's length. Even though you could still feel her stretching you out with every thrust, most of the uncomfortable feeling was now replaced with pleasure. Jessie found a steady rhythm that felt good to both of you, pushing in and out of you while making sure you were comfortable.

The room was now filled with the sounds of your shared moans and the squelching of your core every time Jessie pushed inside of you. You were undeniably wetter than you'd ever been. Not only the feeling of being fucked by your girlfriend and being so close to each other, the thought of her filling you up again and again was doing things to you too.

Jessie's breathing became slightly ragged the longer you continued. You could feel her thrusts were becoming a little less regular and you wondered if those were the telltale signs of her growing closer to her orgasm. You wished you could say the same, though. Although it felt good, you didn't know whether this was doing it for you. You realized that you should tell Jessie, because she wouldn't forgive herself if she came and you didn't.

You pressed your hand against Jessie's chest which caused her to halt her movements, looking up at you worriedly. "I don't think it's going to work like this, Jess. This feels good, but I don't know if it's going to get me there," you said, an inevitable blush creeping up your cheeks. "I'm sorry."

Jessie shook her head and spoke adamantly. "Don't be sorry, please. We have all night, okay? No need to rush," she said, while leaning down and pressing a loving kiss against your lips before she sat back on her heels and slowly pulled herself out of you, watching on amazedly as your core tried to suck her back in. "Like what you see?" you teased, a smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah. I do, this is hot."

Jessie pulled out of you completely and took your hands in hers. "Is there anything you would like to try? Something you think might feel better?" Jessie inquired. You shrugged, dropping the eye contact and looking away from your girlfriend. You had an idea, but you were slightly embarrassed to voice it. She frowned, grabbing your chin between her thumb and index finger and tilting your head towards hers again. "It's just me, baby, please tell me what you've got on your mind."

Your already-red face turned a shade darker, another blush creeping on your cheeks as you locked eyes with her. "Do you maybe want to, uhm, try a different position?" you asked softly, uncertainty laced in your voice. Jessie chuckled lightly and smiled brightly at you. "Of course I want to try a different position, love," Jessie reassured you, giving your hands an appreciative squeeze as you looked up at her.

You didn't really know how to progress further. You could tell that Jessie expected further explanation from you, probably an insight to what position you wanted to try. You were still feeling quite apprehensive about the whole situation, but you mustered up the courage to go further. "Maybe... uhm, do you maybe want to try from the back?"

Jessie's face lit up at what you said, a smug smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah," she chuckled, "I'm more than down to try from the back," Jessie sat back a bit to give you more room to work with, you shuffling from underneath her. You rolled your body over and pushed yourself up, holding your body up on your hands and knees. Jessie moved too, positioning her body behind yours and making sure the both of you were comfortably in the middle of the mattress.

"God, I wish you could see how good you looked from this angle," Jessie whispered. Her eyes were trained on your entrance, that was clenching around nothing. Your folds were sopping wet, your arousal smeared out all over them adding to the sensations. You turned your head and looked at your girlfriend over your shoulder, chuckling as you noticed her staring at you in awe. "You're a dork, you know that?"

Jessie let out a breathy laugh and shuffled closer to you, her dick lining up with your entrance again. "I know I am, that's why you love me" she said, not wasting another second and pushing herself inside of you again. "Oh," you said, your breath hitching in your throat at the feeling of being filled again. "Oh, yeah, that's good."

"Fuck, that's so much better, Jess. Keep going, please," you whimpered, Jessie's dick hitting your sweet spot repeatedly from the renewed angle. The Canadian propped one of her legs up next to your body for extra leverage and held your waist and started pushing in and out of you at a relentless pace. Now that she knew for sure that this felt good for you, there was no longer that mental barrier.

Your moans and whimpers only spurred her on, pleasure taking over her thoughts as her dick was enveloped in your warmth. "God, you feel so good inside of me, Jess, fuck," you got out. "Nothing will ever come close to the feeling of you around my dick, baby."

You started moving your hips back against Jessie's in time with her thrusts as a long moan escaped the Canadian's throat. "Fuck, you're incredible," she said, as you were adding to her pleasure. "You look so good like this baby, taking me so well. You're doing so good.

Her praise did inexplicable things to you. To know that you were making her feel good was working wonders on your ego. You'd been worried that you weren't going to be good enough for her, especially in the beginning as you'd have to find your footing in sex with Jessie, but tonight had blown all your doubts away.

Just as before, you could tell that Jessie was growing close to a release. This time, though, you could feel the same for you. The familiar tightening sensation started boiling up again, your breaths becoming uneven and your thrusts back against Jessie losing their strength.

"Are you close, baby? You wanna cum for me?" Jessie asked, seemingly reading your mind. You groaned deeply and mustered up a response. "God, yes, please Jessie, let me cum," you begged her. "Begging already, huh? I wasn't even denying you of anything," Jessie said with a touch of degradation in her voice which turned you on further, if that was even possible.

You threw your head down against the mattress and groaned again, not having the strength to muster up a smart response. "Go ahead, baby, cum for me, cum all over my cock," the Canadian said, finishing you off with a few harsh thrusts before you bursted all over her length, spitting out moan after moan. It wasn't long before Jessie came too, rutting harshly into you as she spurted ropes of cum into her condom. She groaned as she pulled your body flush against hers, now both of you on your knees as she fucked you through both of your orgasms.

Jessie brought of you down against the mattress when you had both come down. She laid wordlessly on top of you as she tried to compose herself and regain her breath, her dick softening and falling out of your still-drenched core. She rolled over onto her back and opened her arms for you to fall into, your head resting on her chest. You listened to her heart that was rapidly pumping.

You were the first to speak up after a couple moments. "God, that was amazing. You were amazing. I love you so much," you accentuated her words with a couple tender kisses against Jessie's lips. She smiled into the kiss. "If anything, all credit goes to you. You told me you'd never had sex with a dick before, but honestly I couldn't tell. You're everything and more," Jessie said, pulling you closer to her.

After cleaning each other up, you spent the rest of the evening in comfy clothing in each other's arms, sprawled out over the bed watching some tv. "We're gonna have to find a good excuse for Leah, by the way. I checked my phone earlier and noticed a couple missed calls."

Jessie chuckled and continued rubbed soothing patterns up and down your back. "Next time we'll make sure not to miss a dinner you agreed to. I just really couldn't withstand you this time," the midfielder confessed. "Well, that makes both of us," you pressed another tender, lingering kiss against Jessie's lips. Before long, you both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.