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MAKE HIM DISLIKE LOVE YOU

Harry Castillo x Reader (The Materialists)

Chapter 12: You Are The Reason

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Chapter Summary: To make a fresh start, you need to deal with the struggles from the past. For Harry, this became his main goal, focusing only on the love between you two and leaving no space for anything else. Warnings: 18+ (smut, MDNI) kinda romantic comedy stuff, fluffy, angst, lying, soft and caring Harry Castillo, Lucy as his ex, John as Lucy's ex, wealth, expensive gifts, drinks, money, cars, language, sexual tension, oral sex, p in v sex, kissing, slow burn, power imbalance, I might have missed some warnings; I will update them in due time. Chapter Word Count: 9,3k, FEELINGS, romance, violence, emotions, making up, redemption, intrigue, tension, mention about guns, love, propose (its happening!), sharing a bed, confessions, a little tiny angst, happy ending... authors note: Thank you all for your support, asks, comments, reblogs and likes. I appreciate each and every one of you! Love you all!

On a Sunday morning in Manhattan.

Waking up early can feel like the hardest thing in the world—no matter who you are. Whether you're a student, a regular employee, a wealthy CEO, or even a billionaire with an empire, the struggle is universal.

After all, Sunday is often the only day to truly unwind.

At least, that's what Harry believed. He thought he'd treat himself to a late morning, hoping to linger in bed a little longer. Sleep had been hard to come by lately, and even though he splurged on a sleep mask—something he’d never tried before—he was still nodding off at three in the morning.

Letting out a quiet groan, he fumbled around on the nightstand, his eyes still covered by the mask, trying to grab his ringing phone.

He knew it wasn’t Oliver calling; it was probably Maria or, more likely, someone else entirely. He figured you wouldn’t be calling, especially after Zoe caught the two of you in your room. But there was still a tiny glimmer of hope, so he cleared his throat and answered.

"Yes?"

“Code red, Harry,” a woman’s voice responded, urgent and serious.

Harry’s heart raced as he tore off the sleep mask. He slowly realized it was Sofia's voice. What he hadn’t realized was that he had just answered a video call from his mother. The alarm in Sofia's voice alerted him, and when Valeria appeared on the screen, he barely managed a coherent thought.

“Jesus Christ!”

Harry squinted through the haze of sleep as he tried to adjust to the bright morning light blooming across his room, puzzled by his mother’s reaction.

“Sofia, look at him. He looks utterly miserable! Oh Harry, my son, I don’t even know what to say," Valeria exclaimed.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Good morning to you too, mother.” He raised an eyebrow. “Wait, did you just call me miserable?”

Valeria leaned the phone closer to her face. “You wear a sleep mask because you can’t sleep! I can see the bags under your eyes from here; plus, waking up alone in bed is downright miserable.”

“Maybe getting you that phone with a 4k video quality wasn’t such a great idea after all,” Harry muttered under his breath.

“At least I can watch over you from here, since I can't leave the house.”

Harry frowned, noticing the clock on the nightstand reading 7:45. “If you're done with your early Sunday morning ritual of waking me up and criticizing me, I’d love to get some more sleep, Mrs, Castillo,” he muttered, sinking back into his pillow while keeping the phone propped on its side in his hand to stare at his mother.

“You no-good son! What are you waiting for? Why haven’t you made up with her yet? You should be up doing something to win her back!” Her voice rang loud, and as she leaned forward, Sofia had to catch the phone before it slipped from her grip.

“Calm down. We’ve agreed to start over. I offered to take her out to dinner, and she said yes. We’ll sort things out.”

“Sofia, hold the phone properly,” Valeria scolded, lifting it higher to frame her face. “You should ask her to marry you! Come and get the ring—unless you want me to ask Harry Winston's to give it a polish first, since it’s been stuck in the drawer for years.”

“You definitely should; it’s one of their first, rare pieces,” came another voice from somewhere off-screen.

“Is that Maria?” Harry squinted, recognizing the teasing tone.

“Hey bud,” Maria waved at the camera.

“Of course, it’s you. Who else would be spying on my life with my mother?”

“If you visited your mother more often, I wouldn’t have to keep her in the loop,” Valeria retorted.

“I’m a 45-year-old adult. I can handle my own problems,” Harry grunted.

“It’s tough to say your methods of problem-solving actually work,” Maria chimed in.

“Sofia, show him that picture on the tablet,” Valeria instructed. The image displayed was of a small child.

“Who is this?” Harry asked, squinting at the screen.

“Mateo's son—he’s five years old now.”

“His second son,” Sofia corrected, looking at the screen as if sharing a well-kept secret.

“Oh right, his second,” Valeria echoed.

Harry sighed heavily.

Valeria flicked through her phone and showed another pic of a newborn baby with a guy holding her. “Hugo just had a baby girl last week.”

“Didn’t he just get married last year?” Harry muttered, surprised.

Valeria nodded and continued, “Maybe he wanted to make his mother happy by giving her a grandchild.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

“Oh, and guess what? Daniel is engaged and getting married soon. Can you believe it?”

Harry was struggling with the news. “Well, it’s his second marriage; that doesn’t really count.”

“He’ll be tying the knot for the second time while you’re still single, just so you know,” Valeria pointed out.

“Come on, Sofia, why don’t you pull up Uncle Fernando’s son’s Instagram? He just got married,” Maria suggested.

Harry let out a frustrated sigh. “Enough already. I get it.”

“You do? Then it’s time to take action.”

“And don’t take too long,” Maria said sipping her coffee.

“Stop bossing me around. I’m not ignoring what she wants. She asked for time, and I’m giving her that.”

“Ugh, men... They just don’t get it,” Maria replied.

“Not at all,” added Valeria.

“They’re all the same,” Sofia said with a disapproving look.

“Maybe it’s because you’re all are more complex than the hardest riddle,” Harry retorted before ending the video call.

It was too much.

Not a moment passed without him thinking about how to win you back, and the pressure from his mother only added to his frustration. He ran his hand over the pillow and sheet, glancing at the empty side of the bed.

He sighed deeply, holding the pillow in his lap, his heart aching at the thought of wrapping you in his arms instead. Each minute without you made the bed feel as cold as ice, while it once felt so warm with you by his side.

He frowned as he remembered that you were postponing the dinner arrangement the last time you spoke on the phone.

Once again, he picked up his phone, resting his chin on the pillow as he opened your chat screen. As he did every morning, he gazed at your profile picture and sighed. You had changed it two weeks ago; you smiled sweetly at the camera, holding a tray of the cheesecakes you baked when you first opened your shop. And, like every morning, gloom washed over him, mixed with anger.

You were just a short distance away in your cousin’s apartment, likely sleeping in your own bed instead of beside him in his.

In your absence, he lost the excitement to plan his free days; nothing felt appealing when you weren’t part of it.

He couldn’t even let himself dream anymore.

How could he?

Nothing held meaning without you.

You were everything he ever longed for, and you would forever be intertwined with every dream he would have.

You were all he ever wanted.

The truth hit Harry harder than ever before. It had been four days and eighteen hours since he last saw you, since he last felt your touch, and time continued to tick away.

What the hell was he waiting for?

With a sudden burst of frustration, yet fueled by determination, he threw off the covers and climbed out of bed.

The same morning in Brooklyn...

Sunday morning wasn’t shaping up any better for you either. The moment you woke up, just like Harry, your eyes drifted to the other side of the bed, thoughts of him flooding your mind. But your guilt paled in comparison to the weight of his. You had managed to come to terms with your feelings, promising yourself there would be no physical contact until your first date—a crucial step toward reconciliation after the breakup. You resolved to avoid him as much as possible, but it was proving to be an uphill battle. It felt like your heart was trapped in an iron cage, desperately trying to break free, and you had to suppress the painful thudding for now. To help keep your mind off things, you found a new pastime: develop new recipes for the bakery. The busier you kept yourself, the more you could listen to your head instead of your heart.

You decided to enter the upcoming chef competition to elevate the bakery’s unique offerings, but you needed a standout product to present. So, you set out to shop for inspiration. Many of the fruit markets were either closed or opened late on Sundays, but the one on 14th Street in Manhattan had fresh produce and was open every day of the week.

Having finished the morning’s cooking at the store and getting everything prepped and ready, you left Zoe and the others in charge. As you strolled toward the fruit shop, your phone rang. It was Jack, peppering you with questions about Melanie. You answered honestly, but it was clear he wasn’t buying her act of being the innocent daughter.

Despite everything, he seemed genuinely grateful for your helping her work at your bakery. His mood shifted to anger when you mentioned Alan buying the shop, and his fatherly instincts kicked in. Jack often expressed that he wished you were his real daughter instead of Melanie—a sentiment that resonated with you. There were times you envisioned him as your father rather than your own, considering how strained your relationship was with your grumpy, withdrawn, hard-ass dad.

Yet, despite the differences between Jack and your father, they shared one glaring flaw: both ignored their own mistakes. Jack was blissfully unaware of Alan's involvement in drug smuggling, and you were relieved; you didn't want him to get caught up in that mess. Besides, he probably wouldn’t have approved if he knew you were helping the NYPD commissioner with this situation. It had to remain a secret.

The fruit market was quiet, most New Yorkers likely still busy with brunch. As you browsed through the aisles, your phone rang again. This time, it was a video chat from Valeria.

You sighed and glanced around before picking up. “Hello, Valeria,” you said, waving.

Her smile beamed back, brighter than your own. “Hey, cariño. I wanted to check on how you're doing—”

Suddenly, a hand reached from behind you and grabbed your phone. You turned in shock to see Harry, holding your phone and looking at his mother through the screen. “Leave her alone. You can pester me all you want, but not her.”

“What the— Harry—”

Harry ended the video call and handed your phone back to you. You stood there, trying to wrap your head around what had just transpired. “Harry, what do you think you’re doing? Why did you hang up on your mom?”

“I just saved you, darling,” he replied with that charming smile.

Oh, that smile—so disarming it made you forget everything: where you were, what you were doing, who you were.

You turned your head away, trying to shake off your attraction. “What are you doing here anyway? How did you know I was here?” You fidgeted with a package of blueberries. “Only Zoe and Nick... Wait a minute. Is he your spy?"

Harry picked up a mango, inspecting it. “Spy? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Harry...”

"Baby..."

You shared a long gaze, each lost in the other’s eyes.

“...We promised not to see each other until dinner, to create some distance between us.”

He smirked. “Darling. If we put any more distance between us, we might as well be two neighboring countries with no diplomatic relations.”

You rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh.

“Besides, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m not here to break our agreement. It’s just a coincidence.”

“Oh really? Then why are you here?”

Harry glanced around the fruit section. “Fruits. I came to buy some. This was the only place open in the neighborhood.”

“Are you saying you came here to shop by yourself? All right, Mr. Castillo, what fruit are you planning to get?”

Harry looked over at the nearby fruit display. “I think I’ll go for the blueberries. I love them; I’m going to toss them in my smoothie.”

You chuckled. “That’s not blueberries, that’s cranberries. And a smoothie might not be the best choice since you don’t like sour flavors.”

You both exchanged smiles, pleasantly surprised by the detail you remembered about him. Harry put the cranberries back, looking a bit sheepish. “I honestly thought they were unripe blueberries,” he admitted. “But what about you? I haven’t seen you with a bag yet.”

You glanced at the berries again. “I actually came here to rediscover a flavor I can barely remember.”

“Is this about your special dessert?”

“Yeah. When I was a kid, my mom would make a pie in the summer with fresh fruit from the farm. The aroma was so intoxicating; I can still recall the smell, like a warm breeze. The cream was infused with wild strawberries. Unfortunately, the ones here just don’t measure up to what I remember. I still need to buy some and give it a try.”

"You could just order online. It is a waste of time coming here, especially with how busy you are. Don’t you ever get exhausted?"

You picked a fresh strawberry and held it out for him to smell. “Take a whiff of this.”

Harry inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet scent.

“Why would I choose to order online when I can savor the vibrant colors and intoxicating scents of this fresh, succulent fruit right here? Plus, life is out here on the streets, Mr. Castillo. When was the last time you fed or petted a cat or a dog?”

He couldn't find the words to respond, instead simply smiling with admiration.

You bought the mountain strawberries, and Harry settled on the blueberries.

As you both exited the market and wandered through Central Park, you generously shared some dog food you had purchased earlier with a few stray dogs, giving one a gentle pat on the head. Harry followed suit, smiling at the experience, clearly appreciating this side of you.

“How can you be so amazing?” he murmured, locking eyes with you.

You smiled back, feeling your cheeks warm.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're a real Cinderella, a fairy tale beauty—more a product of my imagination than reality."

You giggled. "I’m not sure that’s a very healthy compliment."

You both shared a laugh.

Just then, a dog emerged from the trees, making both of you tense.

“That dog,” Harry pointed out, nervous.

“Muddy and soaked,” you said, mirroring his tone.

As you feared, the dog instinctively shook itself dry, flinging mud and water everywhere. You closed your eyes and shielded yourself, while Harry did the same for you, but it was too late. The dog’s fur sprayed you with a torrent of wetness.

Now both soaked and dirty, you caught each other’s surprised expressions. Onlookers, including children and tourists, couldn’t help but laugh at the scene.

You burst into laughter, taking in your drenched state down to your underwear. “You naughty dog,” you muttered, looking at the oblivious animal, which was too busy enjoying the food to care.

“Great, just great,” you said in exasperation.

“What was that, honey? Something about ‘life on the street’?” he teased.

“How was I to know a wet dog would come out of nowhere?” you grimaced. “Oh, I smell terrible. There’s no way I’m going back to the bakery like this.”

“Well, hello? I stink too, Cinderella,” he said with a laugh. “Come on, we’re heading to my place.”

You widened your eyes in disbelief. “What? No way, I’m going home to take a shower and change.”

“Your apartment’s on the other side of the city, and I doubt they’ll let you on the subway like that, baby,” he quipped, still chuckling.

You huffed, tugging your wet and filthy dress and sneezing unexpectedly. Harry grabbed your wrist. “Stop being stubborn. Just come with me. I’ll call the driver.”

That afternoon in Harry’s penthouse.

It was undeniably strange.

Awkward, too.

Everything about it seemed off, especially after all the promises you had made to yourself. But this was no choice you had made deliberately, was it? You never could have anticipated it would come to this.

After all this time, standing in this room where you once shared your last conversation sent a wave of memories crashing over you. You could still hear his words echoing in your mind, a haunting reminder of what had been shared that night.

To your surprise, you didn’t feel as terrible as you thought you would.

“You can use the shower in the bathroom here, and I’ll take the one upstairs,” Harry suggested, his voice laced with caution and trembling slightly as he studied your face.

He must have sensed the mixed emotions stirring within you, especially given the memories this place held—memories of laughter and deep conversations. You sighed, attempting to gather your thoughts, and nodded in response. As you made your way to the bathroom, he headed upstairs.

After your shower, you crossed paths in the hallway, both wrapped in bathrobes. The atmosphere felt strange, undeniably weird, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was anything but humorous.

“The clothes in your room are still there,” Harry ventured, breaking the thick silence. “If you want to get dressed—”

“I can wash and dry the dress I just took off in the laundry room. Besides, those clothes are too valuable to wear only at the bakery,” you replied.

“In terms of money, maybe,” he said firmly, “but they’re just pieces of fabric. They’re practically worthless compared to you. It’s you who brings out their true value.”

A shy smile crept onto your face at his compliment as you lowered your gaze. But as he stepped closer, you dared to look up at him again. “Your hair isn’t completely dry,” he added softly, reaching out to run his fingers through your damp strands.

“It’s hot today; it’ll dry quickly,” you murmured, trying to keep your cool.

Thanks to the promises you’d made to yourself, you stood frozen as he touched you. Actually, you should have pushed him away, but in this whirlwind of emotions and memories, blocking him out felt impossible.

Harry must have gauged your hesitation, as he slowly pulled his hand back. “I should get dressed. Are you sure you can wait for the dress to dry?”

“The dryer only takes fifteen minutes, Harry,” you replied, noting the edge of sadness t in his tone.

“Right,” he said, frustratingly, making his way toward the bedroom.

You returned to the bathroom to grab your clothes before heading to the laundry room. By the time you both joined again, he was dressed in a cream and beige t-shirt paired with jeans, while you were still in your robe, feeling a bit nervous. He settled beside you on the small seat in the laundry room, and you shifted slightly to make space.

The two of you fell into a weird silence, watching the washing machine spin your dress. From the corner of your eye, you felt his gaze lingering on you.

“Saturday night,” he remarked suddenly, as if a lightbulb had gone on in his mind.

You raised an eyebrow, curious.

“Are you free next Saturday night?”

You knew this wasn’t just about dinner; it was more profound, a promise of returning to each other, a step you had been avoiding until now. But in that moment, you felt ready.

Resolutely, you nodded, looking deep into his eyes. “I’m free that evening.”

He gently took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “Thank you,” he said, sincerity ringing in his voice.

At that moment, the washing machine beeped, indicating it was done. You got up to transfer your dress to the dryer, and once it finished as well, he gave you some space while you got dressed. When you finally emerged, fully changed, you found him on the phone in the living room. You waved as you headed for the door, but just then, he ended his call and called out your name.

“Please don’t leave like this.”

You froze in place.

There was more than just pleading in his voice; you could sense it, a deeper emotion lurking beneath the surface.

You turned to face him.

He stepped closer, taking your hand gently in his. "That night, I should have said that. I should have stopped you, should never have let you walk away." Suddenly, he knelt before you, and your eyes widened in surprise. "I should have groveled, begged for you to stay."

Tears blurred your vision as you whispered, “Harry.”

He gripped your hand tightly, as if it were his lifeline, his expression pained. "You were right. I am like a child... when it comes to love. I've always felt that way, like an idiot. It's so hard for me to process. It's as if figuring it out is a math problem, but with you, everything changed. I saw how cowardly I really was, because with you, love felt easy—natural, free of complications." You touched his cheek softly, brushing away the tears that threatened to spill. He sighed, closing his eyes to savor your touch. When he opened them again, a single tear slipped down his cheek. "Baby, I beg for your forgiveness. Without you, I’m a ship adrift in an endless ocean; you're my beacon, my only compass. The love I feel for you is unlike anything I’ve ever known."

“Harry,” you murmured, kneeling beside him. “What I should have said that day was that you hurt me so much I might never be able to forgive you.” The truth burst forth from your heart. “I should never have allowed you to get close, should never have slept with you, should never listened to what my heart was saying."

Harry swallowed hard. “And what does your heart say now?”

You smiled softly. “It says I should forgive you and wrap my arms around you.”

"Will you follow your heart?"

You sighed, sinking down onto the floor. “I don’t know. Maybe I should, but it doesn’t feel the same as before.”

“Let it be then. We’ll start over,” he murmured.

“That’s the problem, Harry,” you said, wiping the tears away. “You can be impulsive and sometimes a bit materialistic, especially when it comes to making amends.”

"What do you mean by that?"

“Like when you planned to go to Paris. Leaving me your shares and your penthouse as if that would fix everything instead of just apologizing.”

“Would you forgive me if I simply said I was sorry?”

“At least that would show me you’re trying. I’d recognize the effort, not just in a material way, but something deeper.”

He grasped your meaning. “I’m such an idiot, aren’t I?”

You leaned in closer, cradling his face in your hands. "We’re both to blame. I shouldn’t have gone there that night; we could have found another way."

You both sighed deeply at the realization, feeling lighter for sharing it.

"I think we’re in phase five," Harry said as he sat beside you, stretching his legs out.

You knew he was referring to the fifth stage of grief.

"Yeah, which means that what we did last week was merely a sign of depression. All that sex we had."

"That’s right. We chose physical intimacy over conversation," he said, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face. "But admit it, it was amazing."

“It truly was,” you confessed, chuckling together.

Another heavy sigh escaped from both of your lips.

“So, Saturday night,” he murmured, standing and offering you his hand.

“Saturday night,” you echoed as you took his hand and stood up. He watched attentively as you straightened your dress.

“I have to head back to the shop,” you mumbled, your heart longing to stay, but you forced yourself to move on.

“Sure, I’ll see you then,” he said, his tone hesitant, a flicker of something in his gaze.

“Yeah, bye,” you said with a shy smile, leaning in for a kiss on his cheek as he leaned in at the same moment.

So awkward.

Again.

Come on, why was it so tough to just give a simple kiss on the cheek?

Each time you aimed for it, he instinctively found yours, your lips almost brushing together in perfect unison, dangerously close.

You knew you must look silly.

Neither of you could contain your laughter at the absurdity of the moment.

Then, your lips met in a kiss, and the playful mood shifted to serious.

Harry's hand found its place on your waist, pulling you closer.

He was kind, and yet you found it all too easy to lose yourself in that kiss.

It ignited a fire within you, turning passionate and hungry, enveloping you completely, as if you had poured gasoline onto a flame. You clung to him, pressing closer, desperately craving that connection.

Then your phone rang, breaking the spell.

For the first time, you were relieved for the interruption, reminded of the promises you'd made to yourself.

You pulled your lips away just enough to speak, breathless. “Harry, we better stop.”

He placed a tender kiss on your neck and nodded, reluctant to let you go. When he finally withdrew, it was with pain as he felt the loss of your warmth.

The ache continued as you answered the phone and stepped out of the penthouse, both of you left in a whirlwind of emotions, the connection still lingering in the air.

On Wednesday morning in your bakery.

You couldn't help but chuckle at one of Harry's classic, humorous texts that popped up on your phone after you arranged the sweets in the display case. Ever since you two decided to start fresh, he had been sending you a string of funny messages and reels that brought a lightness to your heart.

One of the messages read:

"My Crush: I'm not that cute. Also her: A photo of an adorable kitten with a pink bow clip by its ear."

You laughed a bit too loudly, catching the attention of some customers at a nearby table who turned to glance your way, prompting you to offer an apologetic smile.

“At least one of us is in a good mood today,” Zoe remarked as she approached you, while Melanie and Nick tended to other customers.

"Has John called yet?"

"Who cares? You know what? It's better this way." she put the tray on the counter. "Now tell me. What had you cracking up so much, Miss Happy?"

Right, you hadn't mentioned that you saw Harry last Sunday. You couldn’t let Zoe know you were on better terms with Harry while she was dealing with her fallout with John. “Oh, just some funny videos online,” you shrugged, sending Harry a laughing emoji before slipping your phone into your pocket.

"Isn’t that Lucy, the matchmaker bitch?" Melanie said.

You both turned to her voice. It was her, and you instinctively tensed. What was she doing here? As Zoe squinted at Lucy in annoyance, you stepped out from behind the counter to join her.

Lucy glanced between the three of you, surprise flickering in her eyes as she stopped on Melanie. Then she looked directly at Zoe. “Can I have a word with you?”

Zoe hesitated at first, but after a reassuring look from you, she agreed. Your jaw dropped when you noticed the car parked out front. Theo was here.

Great.

You realized you hadn’t been fair to him, especially after you’d ditched him last time.

Melanie smirked at the sight of Theo entering the shop. “Looks like I picked the best place to work—there's never a dull moment around here.”

You shot her a dirty look and turned to greet Theo with a smile. “Hey. What brings you here?”

"I stopped by to check just how swamped you were, hoping it would explain why you haven't replied to my messages," he said with a grin as he glanced around the bustling shop. "And, wow, you really are incredibly busy."

“Yeah, sorry, it’s been a hectic week,” you admitted, eyeing the flashy sports car behind him. “A Lamborghini? Are you, like, the son of someone famous or something?”

“Kind of,” he said, smiling “There are things about my family I haven't told you yet, stuff I would have shared if you’d come over that night.”

You felt a flush of embarrassment remembering why you hadn’t gone to see him. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that.”

“Would you like to talk outside for a bit? Maybe take this beauty for a spin? I remember you mentioned you love sports cars.”

It was an exciting offer, and you knew you should have a serious talk with him before things went any further. Zoe and Lucy had wrapped up their conversation by now, so you asked Zoe to cover the shop for a bit and hopped into Theo’s car.

After an exhilarating ride on a private, traffic-free track, Theo treated you to coffee and began sharing stories about his family. He explained that his father, a well-known senator, was unaware of his acting aspirations, as Theo wasn’t ready to come forward and share that side of himself. Despite the circumstances, you sensed his genuine interest in you.

Deciding it was best to be honest and end things on a good note, you leaned against the hood of the car, gazing out at the cityscape. “I think I already knew,” he said softly. “You’re still in love with him.”

You couldn't deny it; your silence confirmed his intuition.

“Can we stay friends? You’re a wonderful person, and I enjoy our conversations. When others find out I'm a senator's son, they often act differently, but you’ve treated me just like anyone else, and I appreciate that.”

You laughed, “I’ve heard that before. Did John know?”

“Yes, he has been known for a long time. He introduced me to the agency. You, Zoe, and he are such kind people. I’m glad to know you all.”

“You’re kind too, Theo. I have no doubt you’ll find the true love you’re looking for someday.”

After sharing a friendly hug, you exchanged warm goodbyes, promising to see each other again.

Thursday evening in your apartment.

You and Zoe were lounging in separate couches after a long day, chatting about yesterday's events. "So Lucy mentioned that John helped her with something, but he won’t say what it is?" What could be so crucial that he couldn't reveal it? "Maybe it really matters; John cares about you, after all."

"Then why isn’t he doing anything to make it right?" Zoe replied, frustration evident in her tone.

"Some guys just aren't all that romantic, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you."

"I don’t care. He promised me his ex wouldn’t be a part of our lives, and I can't be with someone who breaks that promise even before we’re married. And that woman? She's no saint."

You had to admit Zoe wasn't wrong; you didn’t have the best impression of Lucy. But still, John had always seemed like a good guy to you. You believed there must be a reasonable explanation for all this. Your thoughts were interrupted when you noticed a message from Harry pop up on your phone.

"I can hear your heart racing for Saturday. I have several surprises planned—want a hint?"

Curious, you quickly typed back, "Surprises? Hmm, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued."

His reply came just as fast: "Check the door."

As if on cue, the doorbell rang.

You jumped up excitedly from the couch, and Zoe squinted her eyes, sizing you up. "Were you expecting someone?"

With a mischievous smile, you headed to the door, but when you opened it, nobody was there. Puzzled, you glanced around before spotting a teddy bear on the floor, holding a red heart-shaped balloon and an envelope on its lap. As you bent down to retrieve the envelope, you tucked your hair behind your ear. Inside, you found a polaroid photograph of Paris, featuring the Eiffel Tower in the distance—exactly the view from your hotel room that day, and the same picture Harry took back then.

"Who's there?" Zoe called from the living room, making you jump. Just then, you noticed John lingering in the hallway -lost in thought- and invited him over.

What a lucky coincidence.

"Tell Zoe you got this for her; I haven’t told her I made up with Harry yet," you whispered quickly, pressing the teddy bear into John's hands and slipping the envelope into your pocket.

"But I already bought flowers," he muttered, holding up a bunch of pink roses.

"So? Listen, she needs all the romance she can get right now," you insisted.

"John?"

You both turned to Zoe, who was giving you a curious look. "Oh, and you said John wasn't romantic," you teased, nudging him lightly.

Zoe crossed her arms and eyed the flowers and teddy bear in his hands. "What do you want?"

"Can we talk? Please?"

"Yes! Talk! Great idea!" You took John by the arm and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. "Oh, I just remembered—gotta make an important phone call in my room. You two talk."

Zoe called after you, but you ignored her and dashed to your room; John's timing couldn’t have been better.

Quickly, you pulled out your phone and called Harry. It rang twice before he answered.

"Hey, beautiful. Did you get the clue from the teddy bear?"

"Yes, but Paris? Really?"

"It all started there, and I thought it’d be the perfect place for us to start fresh."

You smiled at the sweet memories. "But Harry, I can’t just leave the shop, and you have work at the company. We’re both swamped."

"Can’t you leave it with Zoe for a few days, or at least shut it down? We at castillofunds.co would be more than happy to cover any losses for The Vanilla Vine."

You chuckled at the idea. "Hmm, well, but I do have a competition at the end of the month."

"Only three days, sweetheart. Just you and me," he replied in a low, enticing voice.

You smiled back playfully. "Alright, ol'man."

As soon as you ended the call, an incoming call interrupted you—an unknown number.

It was Gerardo.

You’d almost forgotten about him. He informed you that they had received word that Alan was leaving NYC tomorrow morning, and this was your only chance to take him down. You felt a wave of annoyance at yourself for agreeing to help, but you knew you had to.

That bastard had gotten away with too much.

You remembered Harry's outburst from last time when he had angrily said he wanted to kill Alan—not literally, of course. However, Alan was different; his demeanor was chilling, indicating that he was not just a nuisance but a real threat. If helping the NYPD meant you could finally rid yourself of him once and for all, then you felt you had no choice.

Friday morning at Alan’s hotel.

The plan was straightforward: break into his penthouse and access the safe containing crucial documents, including details of his illegal drug shipments. While the police had the combination, simply entering the hotel posed significant risks. Alan wasn’t naive; he had connections with nearly every NYPD commissioner, carefully keeping his enemies close and collecting intelligence on them whenever he could.

Some of the hotel staff recognized you, while others did not. You were familiar with the kitchen team, but you needed the cleaning staff to gain easy access to the elevator and the upper floors. When you approached the head of housekeeping and laid out your situation, he appeared apprehensive at first. Yet, his allegiance to the police prevailed, and he agreed to help.

The housekeeping team had access cards to reach the penthouse, allowing you to use the inconspicuous service elevator—after all, no one ever paid much attention to them.

This was a benefit you appreciated from your time as a maid.

With the chief's assistance, you donned a cleaning uniform and rolled the service trolley into the elevator. You couldn't help but chuckle nervously as you gazed at your reflection. You never thought you’d find yourself in this outfit again. As the elevator ascended, your anxiety mounted, your heart pounding in your chest. You held your breath when you reached the penthouse floor, mentally replaying the the commissioner's instructions: find the safe, use the code breaker, retrieve the document, and make a swift exit.

Easier said than done, of course.

They had briefed you thoroughly and would be watching your every move from outside, providing a phone similar to those seen in movies for communication.

Still, you felt a wave of nerves wash over you.

The elevator chimed as it reached the penthouse, replacing your fears with a different brand of anxiety. Adrenaline coursed through your body, and your palms grew slick with sweat. Memories of the last time you were there ignited a flicker of anger, fueling your determination to carry out your mission.

The question remained though, where was Alan’s private safe?

Having cleaned numerous hotel rooms, you had a good sense of where it might be, yet it eluded you. After about half an hour of searching, exhaustion set in, and you collapsed onto the couch.

Gerardo called for a status update, and you told him that despite your efforts, you hadn’t found it. He suggested a few other spots, but none of them panned out.

As you leaned against the bar counter, a memory flickered in your mind. That night—when Alan approached you from behind the bar with documents in hand...

Could it be?

It struck you as ridiculous, but what if Alan had a safe behind the bar? “I feel like I’m starring in a crime movie or something,” you murmured to yourself.

You slipped behind the counter and bent down to inspect. Lifting lids revealed nothing but glasses and barware, but as you were about to close it up, you noticed something sticking out from behind the glasses on the bottom shelf. Carefully, you removed the glasses one by one, exposing a hidden hatch. With a determined tug, you pulled it open.

“I found you,” you whispered with a sense of triumph. Beneath the hatch lay a safe with a digital keypad—just what the cops had described, a fingerprint unlocker. Remembering your instruction, you placed the code breaker against the lock. You marveled at this device, intrigued by its technology. In just minutes, the lock switched from red to green, and the safe door creaked open.

“Please be certain to pick up the correct documents,” the commissioner’s voice came through the phone, steady and authoritative.

You froze as you peered inside the safe.

There was a pistol, 9mm ammunition, valuables, cash bundles, and various documents. Even though Alan was a criminal and a jerk, rifling through someone’s personal belongings felt wrong, but you had a job to do. While examining the files, the commissioner interrupted once more, reminding you of how the file should look. Just then, someone called his name and whispered in his ear. He picked up the phone to speak to you again. “Get out of there now,” he urged sharply.

“What did you say?” you asked, startled.

“Finnegan has returned to the hotel. He left the airport before boarding his jet. Mission’s off. You need to get out now. I repeat, get out now.”

“Hurry up,” Gerardo added urgently.

“Damn,” you muttered, realizing you had gone to great lengths for this. But just then, as you skimmed through one last file, you found what you needed: everything—drug routes, sellers, suppliers, schedules—was there.

You placed the file into the bag, organizing the remaining papers back in their proper spots.

Time was slipping away as you locked the safe, closed the lid, and carefully rearranged the glasses one by one, your hands trembling, head spinning, heart racing, and palms sweating. Just as you were about to throw the bag over your shoulder and make your way to the elevator, the chime of the other elevator and Alan’s voice made you freeze.

You quickly crouched down, hiding in the most secluded corner of the counter, muttering a curse under your breath.

Why did he have to come back?

Fuck my luck, you cursed.

Alan was arguing with someone; his voice was laced with anger, and fortunately, he was too furious to think about drinking. But that didn’t ease your nerves. You felt a jolt when you heard the other voice.

“Lucy, what the fuck? Who do you think you are? I had to cancel my flight because of you!”

Oh great, thanks a lot, Lucy.

“You will listen to me this time.”

“I told you, that baby isn’t coming into this world. Get rid of it, or I’ll do it myself.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing; your mind was racing.

“She’s almost four months along. It’s too risky to abort now.”

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Not taking your pills to blackmail me? You’re pathetic!”

“No, you’re the pathetic one! You’re so obsessed with him that you’re willing to reject your own child!” Lucy shouted.

“Shut up,” he snarled through gritted teeth.

You didn’t need to see his face to feel how furious he was.

“If I had known you were this obsessed with Harry, I would have never dated you. You’ve made hating him your life’s mission; it’s sick.”

“I told you to shut up,” he warned again, his anger palpable and even more menacing this time.

“You watched us from a distance while we were together; you were thrilled when I dumped him, weren’t you? I know you roped John into all this too. You are responsible for everything. I lost them both because of you. Then you threatened me over my job just so I could pretend to be with you. But when Harry fell for that girl, you tried to get rid of me, didn’t you? She became your next target.”

“Don’t even put yourself in the same category as her. I genuinely love her.”

“Love?" She laughed, her voice tinged with distress, and you could hear her trying to stifle a sob. "No, you don’t know what love is. If you truly did, you wouldn’t treat her like this. All you want is to watch Harry suffer. You’re the most obsessively twisted person I’ve ever encountered.”

Alan let out a chilling, unnatural laugh. “Maybe you should stop talking to me that way. You have no idea what a truly twisted person is capable of.”

He moved closer, and you felt Lucy’s fear echoing your own. "I will kill you, and no one will ever find your body. Do you understand me?"

This was beyond what you could stand; you should have acted instead of just being afraid. Looking around, you spotted several liquor bottles. Grabbing one, you knew you had no other choice.

“Get rid of that baby, or I swear I’ll kill you.”

“No, I can’t, I won’t.”

“Is that so?” Just then, Alan lunged at her, gripping her neck tightly as you were startled by the sound of her bag hitting the floor.

You stood up, shocked by the scene.

What should I do? What should I do?

You glanced at the bottle in your hand—there wasn’t a choice.

You came up behind him and brought the bottle crashing down on his head with all your might. "Let her go, you piece of shit!"

He staggered from the blow and released Lucy, who gasped for air as she fought to recover, coughing.

Alan groaned and placed his hands down for support, struggling to regain his balance as blood oozed from his head. In that instant, only one thought raced through your mind: grab Lucy’s wrist and run for the elevator.

It wasn’t exactly professional, but that didn’t matter right now. You just needed to escape. As you pressed the button for the elevator and selected the ground floor, Lucy looked at you, confusion etched on her face, trying to make sense of everything.

“He…” she croaked.

“No, no, he’s not dead. Don’t worry,” you replied, even though you couldn’t be entirely sure that was the truth.

“You saved me,” she whispered, nearly fainting, her face ghostly pale.

You gently touched her cheek. “Are you okay? Hang in there; we’re almost there. The police are outside. Don’t worry, I’ll ensure they call you an ambulance.”

As the elevator dinged and reached the ground floor, you used your private key—one the maids had access to—to lock it behind you before rushing out. Once in the lobby, you dialed Gerardo's number. "I've got the file. I locked Alan in; he can't escape. And we need an ambulance for a pregnant woman who was attacked here," you said, glancing at Lucy.

Lucy stared at you with wide eyes, mumbling. "Who exactly are you?"

Just then, police officers burst into the lobby, and a nervous laugh escaped you. "You mean right now? Well, I’m the girl who just saved your ass."

She smiled back in response.

Your statements were taken later at the police station, alongside Lucy's, after she was cleared by the medical team. Alan was officially apprehended, and thanks to your efforts, the police now had concrete evidence of his crimes. His offenses included attempted murder, leading to his detention until the upcoming court date. It felt like a weight had been lifted; after everything you had been through, you had finally succeeded.

Zoe and John arrived at the police station simultaneously, both concerned and surprised to see Lucy there. While you quickly filled her in on what had happened, John engaged Lucy in conversation, revealing why they had been seeing each other so much lately. Given Lucy's delicate situation, it was evident this had been a tough time for her.

The commissioner and his team came over to thank you, you missed seeing Harry watching you from a distance, filled with both concern and relief.

As he called your name, you turned to see him, his anxious voice resonating throughout the police station and catching everyone’s attention.

He hurried towards you, wrapping you tightly in his arms and pressing you against his chest. The moment felt even stranger than everything else you’d experienced leading up to this point.

“Are you really trying to kill me?” he grumbled, his hand resting on the back of your head.

“Sorry.”

But just then, he noticed Gerardo, pulling away and fixing an angry glare on him. “How dare you put the woman I love in danger?” he asked, stepping towards him. “Isn’t what you’ve done enough?”

Gerardo stayed silent.

The commissioner cut in, “Mr. Castillo, please remember you’re at a police station.”

Harry retorted, “I’m well aware of that. I’ll sue all of you. What if something had happened to her?”

“Your girlfriend agreed to help of her own free will. Neither Mr. Alvaro nor anyone else forced her.”

“Harry, they’re telling the truth. I asked to help.”

He turned to you, confusion etched on his face. “Why?”

“Yeah, why?” Zoe echoed, both of them looking for an explanation. John and Lucy were equally puzzled.

“I wanted to help them catch Alan.”

So, you recounted everything from the beginning but Harry's anger just wouldn’t subside. Just then, Maria arrived and quickly got up to speed on the situation. After a brief discussion with Gerardo, you bid them farewell. John took Lucy home, and Zoe decided to join them. Harry walked you to his car to take you home.

“What a day,” you murmured, resting your head on Harry’s shoulder, fatigue washing over you.

“You really are incredible. I can’t believe you had the courage to do something like that.”

“But it worked,” you said, smiling at him.

"You've obviously seen your fair share of James Bond films; otherwise, I couldn't explain your foolish bravery," he quipped.

"You know, being a spy must be a real challenge. I don't think they live long."

“Why do you say that?” he asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“When I was there, the fear of being caught was so intense I felt like my heart would burst. Living with that kind of stress every second can’t be good for the heart.”

“Thanks to you, I think my heart’s going to give out too; it raced all day, worrying about you. I was going crazy."

You gazed at him. “I’m sorry; that wasn’t my intention. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Hm, a kiss wouldn’t be a bad start,” he said teasingly.

You giggled and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. His frown melted away, replaced by a bright smile. “That felt nice,” he said, grinning.

“Our plans for tomorrow are still on, right?” you asked.

“Why wouldn’t they be?”

“I don’t know; maybe you don’t like me anymore now that you know my secret agent identity. Perhaps you’re thinking of running away,” you teased.

He laughed and sighed, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “You silly woman, nothing you do could make me give you up. I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to.”

You smiled back at him. "So, that means never then. ”

“Never, my love, never.”

Saturday evening in Paris.

As you gazed out the jet window at the enchanting city below, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, you couldn't help but smile and sigh. Coming back here with Harry felt both meaningful and unique—your emotions were deeper this time, infused with a renewed sense of hope that you would both make it home together.

Really together.

As the jet began its descent, Harry sat across from you, fastening his seatbelt.

“Are you hungry, baby?” he asked.

Considering you hadn’t eaten since breakfast, you nodded enthusiastically. “Starving,” you replied with a laugh.

He chuckled too. “Everything’s set. We’ll head straight to the restaurant while Oliver takes care of our bags at the hotel.”

You smiled as he reached out and held your hand.

“It’s going to be perfect this time. These next three days together will be so much better than before, I promise.”

“I know, and I believe that with all my heart,” you said, returning his smile.

His grip tightened around your hand until the jet touched down safely.

The restaurant where you dined that night offered the same breathtaking view as before, the Eiffel Tower standing beautifully in the distance. While enjoying dessert, Harry reminisced about the treats you had made — he claimed they were the best desserts he had ever tasted, and you both shared a hearty laugh.

Although you were both excited upon arriving at the hotel, exhaustion had set in. You missed him deeply, and the feeling was mutual—his body language spoke volumes of his love for you. But instead of giving in to desire that night, you chose to simply lie in bed in your bathrobes after a shower. This intimate moment held more significance for both of you than any physical act. You felt you were making real progress together.

In contrast to weeks ago, when your interactions were guided more by physical urges, tonight was about connection. You both wanted to enjoy the thrill of make-up sex, but not just yet; tonight was dedicated to understanding each other through quiet moments and meaningful glances.

As you shared a long laugh and finally drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, your heart felt content.

Upon waking to the warm light streaming into the spacious room, you suddenly realized it had been ages since you had slept so deeply for such a long stretch. As you stretched and lifted your head from the pillow, it struck you that Harry was nowhere to be found; the other side of the bed lay empty. That sight was unsettling. Where could he be?

Checking the clock, you noted it was around ten o'clock. “Wow, did I really sleep that long?” you murmured as you climbed out of bed. “Harry!”

The stillness of the room greeted you, your voice echoing back. Noticing his bathrobe draped over the chair, it was clear he had gotten dressed and slipped out. But where had he gone? You quickly grabbed your phone and called him.

“Good morning, Cinderella. I'm waiting for you near the Eiffel Tower. To find me, just follow the trail of flowers and breakfast,” Harry's voice rang with cheerfulness.

“Flowers? Breakfast? What do you mean? Harry—” But before you could finish your sentence, he hung up.

What the hell?

The Champ de Mars, where the Eiffel Tower stood, was vast—where exactly was he? Questions buzzed in your mind as you got ready. You slipped into a summer dress, perfect for the warm day, ran a comb through your hair, applied some light makeup, grabbed your bag, and made your way out of the room.

As you stepped outside the hotel, you were greeted by Oliver. “Ollie, what's going on?”

"Sorry, I’ve been told to keep quiet about it, and I really love my job."

You narrowed your eyes. "Harry's going to fire you? No way."

He chuckled. "I know it would’ve all fallen apart without me."

"Exactly," you said, laughing again.

"Go on, he’s waiting for you," he urged.

Was Harry planning a surprise?

Your curiosity piqued. As you stood in line to buy ticket for the Eiffel Tower, a man approached and handed you a red peony. "No need to buy a ticket, ma'am; it's already taken care of, this way," he said in a charming French accent.

"All right," you murmured, following his direction.

As you stepped towards the tower, a little girl handed you another peony. Moments later, a boy came up and handed you both a peony and a small package. "Bon appétit," he said in French.

"Thank you," you replied. Inside the package was a croissant that smelled absolutely divine, tempting you to take a bite.

Just as you did, another boy presented you with a steaming cup of coffee.

That’s when it clicked—you understood what Harry had meant.

Follow the flowers and breakfast.

But where was he?

One boy after another approached, and you felt a mix of excitement and intrigue. As your view of the tower opened up, flowers in hand along with your breakfast, you turned towards the voices behind you. The children who had gifted you the flowers were all happily following along.

You were surprised but found it delightful. A little further ahead, you finally spotted him.

Harry stood there, waiting for you in his light-brown jacket, his signature smile lighting up his face. "Welcome," he greeted as you reached him.

You smiled, responding.

"Did you enjoy your breakfast?" he asked.

"Yeah, it was wonderful, but I wish we could have shared it together," you said, smiling at the kids surrounding you, though your expression was puzzled. "Harry, what’s going on?"

All the kids are now holding heart-shaped balloons, leaving you to gaze at them in wonder.

He gently took what was in your hand, handed it to one of the boys beside you, and turned back to you, taking your hands in his.

"I want to say a few things now. I hope it doesn't sound too cliché."

You laughed, shaking your head. He looked deeply into your eyes.

"My darling, my light, the moment I first saw you, I knew you were the one."

"Cliché," one of the kids chimed in.

You all burst into laughter.

"Give it another try, sir," a girl encouraged.

Harry sighed and cleraed his throat. "My love, you are the most beautiful, intelligent, resourceful, and extraordinary woman I know. Not a moment goes by that I don’t think of you. You’re a wonderful person—helpful, clever, and a bit stubborn and reckless all at once. You've pushed me to do things I never imagined possible, and the most thrilling and beautiful moments of my life began the day you walked into it. I could never have envisioned giving this speech in front of so many, thinking it was embarrassing, but now I realize it’s because I had never truly fallen in love before."

With a swift motion, he drew a small velvet box from the depths of his jacket pocket, and your breath caught in your throat as your heart began to race wildly. As he sank to one knee, a ripple of anticipation swept through the crowd surrounding you, their whispers filled with excitement and joy. With trembling hands, he carefully opened the box, unveiling a dazzling diamond ring -you saw it before- that sparkled brilliantly, reminiscent of a thousand stars scattered across the night sky, now glimmering in the warm embrace of the sunlight. Locking eyes with you, he said your full name. "I love you with my entire being, more than anything else, and I promise to love you for as long as I breathe. Will you honor me by becoming my wife?"

"Harry," you whispered, tears spilling down your cheeks.

An intense fire dancing in his gaze, and spoke with a conviction that made time stand still. He uttered two simple words, often brushed off as clichés, yet they carried a world of meaning within.

"Marry me."

You could hardly find your voice, overwhelmed with emotion.

"Say yes! Say yes!" The crowd cheered, urging you on.

You both looked around, emotions bubbling up as you realized the moment was being witnessed by so many. "Just so you know, I hope you won’t say no—there are a lot of people with their phones out. This could be live on Instagram right now!"

Through your sniffles, you let out a laugh before taking a deep breath. “Yes! Harry Castillo, I will marry you. So, absolutely yes!”

At that moment, cheers erupted from the crowd, with a few whistles for good measure.

Harry stood up, slipped the ring onto your finger, and pulled you close, kissing you passionately.

The crowd erupted in applause.

The children's laughter rang out as they released red, heart-shaped balloons into the sky, the cheering surrounding you in a wave of joy.

You broke the kiss, gazing at the floating balloons and the crowd celebrating, then back into each other’s eyes, relishing this fairytale moment. Harry wiped your tears away just as you did the same for him, and you kissed again, more deeply this time, as if the world around you had faded away.

It was just the two of you.

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Emergency Rendezvous

Introduction

TW: accidental drugging, aphrodisiacs (no actual smut yet but reader is v horny)

You swat Grim's paws away from the ingredients on the table for the third time while Crewel continued explaining the science behind your assigned potion. He grumbled impatiently, resting his chin on the workbench. With the hand not prepared to Throw Down, you copied Crewel's drawing of some kind of chemical synapse with little bubbles in between labeled "endorphins".

"What makes this solution so potent is the ability of our magic ingredients to act directly on endorphin-releasing pathways in the brain, encouraging the body's natural painkiller system rather than introducing an artificial one. This greatly reduces the risk of addiction seen in non-magical analgesics. While this potion is relatively low risk, and hopefully easy enough that even you pups can't mess it up, there is a significant overlap with nearby pathways that may produce unintended effects. I trust that I've trained you properly enough to thoroughly check the labels on your ingredients and weigh them carefully."

The moment Crewel ended his lecture, Grim was grabbing at the various powders and herbs. With barely a glance given to the textbook in between you two, he started haphazardly shaking the magical- and probably expensive- elements into a weigh boat on the scale.

"Grim! What part of 'read the label' did you not understand?" You reach for the bottle, but are too slow to stop Grim from tossing the ingredient into your cauldron. You sigh wearily, resigned to leave the fate of your grade in Grim's trigger-happy paws. You manage to double check most of the ingredients before they're added to the mix, surprisingly in the correct order. After over a year spent with your troublesome pet/friend/roommate/co-student, you've learned to adopt an "it is what it is" mindset.

When the concoction is finally done, you're honestly shocked to see that your potion is the same color as everyone else's. To make it even better, nothing exploded in the process! You swirled the blue potion around in the flask, admiring the iridescent tone.

"Good dogs!" Crewel congratulated the class, almost sounding surprised that nothing had gone wrong. "Since you've all signed your waivers, and the risk associated is low, I'll allow you to test your products now or save them for later. If you experience any adverse side effects, inform me at once. Class dismissed!"

You eyed the potion on the desk in front of you, weighing the risks it posed. A tap on your shoulder stole your attention, and you swiveled around to see Ace sporting his usual self-righteous smirk. Beside him, Deuce was curiously sniffing their own creation.

"What d'ya think, prefect? Gonna give it a taste test?"

You respond with a weary laugh, finding that the shimmer of the potion was becoming less and less appealing. "I don't know... I mean I don't really have any pain right now. I guess my back is a bit sore?" You reply noncommittally.

Ace rolled his eyes with a tsk. "Aw, c'mon! Crewel never lets us try the potions we make. I, for one, have a killer headache. Cough it up Loosey Deucey!"

Ace swipes the flask from Deuce's hands, ignoring his scoff of protest. With disturbingly little hesitation, he downs the potion in seconds and licks the stray blue droplets from the corner of his mouth. The three of you watch him with mixed expressions of anxiety and curiosity, waiting for the potion to take effect. After another minute or so, Ace's eyes widened in excitement. "Hey, it's totally working! Damn that's a lot better!"

"And of course you had to go and hog it all to yourself," Deuce grumbled, resting his head on the workbench.

Grim pushed your experimental product closer to you. "Well? Go on, henchhuman! Anything the Great Grim makes will be 10x better than those two."

You raised an eyebrow, highly doubtful of Grim's claim considering his disregard for proper measurements. You open your mouth to voice your hesitation, but the excitement in his eyes gives you pause. Well, Crewel did say the potion was pretty low-risk, even if you did make it wrong. And you suppose even Grim deserves some semblance of a win on occasion. With a heavy sigh, you raise the flask to your lips and down the concoction.

You're pleasantly surprised by how good it tastes. Not that you were really paying attention to the ingredients, but you just assumed it would be terrible. Instead, the faint taste of honeysuckle and lavender dances across your tongue, gracing your throat with a warm coating on the way down. You can trace the warmth down your chest and into the stomach, where it slowly dissipates throughout the rest of your body. Despite the pleasant sensation, you say with certainty that your back ache had gone away. Rather, you were distracted from the dull pain as the same warm feeling flooded and settled in your groin.

Either from the potion or the realization of your situation, a furious blush burned your cheeks and ears. It took nearly a minute for you to regain your composure and notice the voices of your friends calling out to you in concern.

"Y/n! Are you alright?" Deuce gently placed a hand on your forearm, trying to bring you back to reality. You gasp at the touch, quickly withdrawing your arm as though you had been burned. Noticing your friends hurt expression, you cleared your throat in embarrassment.

"Sorry! Just a different sensation than I was expecting. You did great Grim! It works really well." You laugh unconvincingly, already feeling a drop of sweat budding at your temple.

Ignoring the various expressions of concern and confusion, you stand up abruptly, nearly knocking your chair over in the process. You make quick work of gathering your belongings, using all your focus to hold onto your last bit of composure.

"Sorry guys, I forgot that I uh... told Azul I would help out at the lounge! It'll be suuuuper boring though, so you guys should go on without me. I'll catch up to you later!" Without leaving room for protest, you rushed out of the lab room, hiding your beet-red face behind your free hand.

Within minutes, you were urgently knocking on Crewel's office door. The sudden noise summoned two large black noses to the narrow gap under the door where they sniffed intently at your feet. From within the office, you hear Crewel call out for you to enter. The dogs retreat from the door at the sound of their master's voice, allowing you space to slip in and close the door quickly behind you.

Although Crewel initially only glances in your direction, he does a double take at the sight of your flushed face and sweat-drenched brow. Two lanky Dalmatians regard you with mild intrigue from their large bed in the corner, where they lay daintily on top of one another. A rare look of concern crosses Crewel's features. "Prefect? Are you alright?"

You stay pressed against the door, trying to distance yourself from the tempting scent of Crewel's cologne. Your hand feebly attempts to cover your nose and mouth, and you shake your head no. "O-our potion," you stutter, "I think something went wrong".

Continuing to test your self control, Crewel stands and approaches you, assessing your vulnerable state. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead to feel for a fever. To your continued humiliation, a quiet whine escapes you at the contact. His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly dawns a mask of professionalism as he retracts his hand.

"I see. Well, as I mentioned in lecture, slight alterations in the potion's formula can trigger alternate pathways which are also mediated by endorphins. One such pathway is the arousal pathway. It would seem that significant enough errors were made that your potion activated your arousal pathway, rather than the intended pain relief pathway". He explains the error matter-of-factly, returning to his desk.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. Arousal pathway? Doesn't the universe ever get tired of playing practical jokes on you? The persistent throbbing in your core sent the clear message that it doesn't. You groan, burying your face in your hands in an attempt to disappear from the face of the earth. "Can you undo it?"

"I'm afraid the only inhibitor of such endorphins is prolactin, the neurotransmitter released after orgasm. Unfortunately, we've yet to artificially synthesize an effective substitute. Otherwise, your body should metabolize the potion in eight hours." You were appreciative of Crewel's calm and even tone. Even if it didn't cure your current predicament, maybe you'll be able to look him in the eyes again someday.

Making the choice to not dig this hole even deeper, you gave him a grateful bow and quickly departed. Your mind was swimming as you made a beeline for Ramshackle, hoping to make it home before your knees started buckling. At last, you shut the door to your quiet dorm building. Your heart pounded in your ears, though if it was racing from the speed walking or the overwhelming arousal coursing through your blood, you weren't sure.

In any case, your options were to suffer for eight hours, or to get fucked. Well, you would be fucked either way. Your legs finally gave out by the time you had crawled to your bed and curled up on your side. The pillow trapped between your thighs did little to reduce the pressure that consumed every thought. As you stripped down to your underwear, your trembling fingers and raging heart made it very apparent that you weren't in any state to be able to take care of this yourself.

Several faces flashed through your mind, innocent encounters with your friends being quickly perverted in your brain. With less apprehension than was probably warranted, you pulled out your phone and opened your contacts. It wasn't an impressively long list, but nonetheless you quickly found the name you were looking for. The voice of reason in your head insisted that you would never live this down, but it was quickly gagged by the larger majority of your brain that was begging to be fucked.

With shaky hand, you pressed the call button.

A/n: if you missed the poll, I'm hoping to make this a series (no promises). Either way, the first victim will be Leona 😮‍💨

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honeybunnyale · 12 days ago

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"Soft" l T.M.

w.c.: 3.5k

t.w.: Smut, (rimming, oral f receiving, p in v) Possessive Tommy, Jealous Tommy, Joel is a bastard, implied love triangle (not really, our girl is loyal this time), Married Tommy and reader

a/n: Please read all warnings for all of my works before reading. 18+ only! Ya'll have no idea how much I find Gabriel Luna attractive.

Summary: Tommy has always been soft for you. Joel had seemingly just started.

“Don’t move.”

Ellie and Joel look up at the loud and hard voice, they could barely make out there was a person standing on the gate because of the sun's glare. Joel winces when the reflection of your scope hits his eyes. His hands lift in the air, surrendering.

You lower your weapon, your mouth wide open in astonishment.

“Joel?”

He calls out your name just as stunned as you, his face breaking into a smile.

He met you at the QZ. If it wasn’t for Tommy wanting to help you with your sprained ankle a couple miles off of Boston, he thinks you would have died.

You didn’t even know how to shoot a gun properly, and now you were pointing one right at him from where you stood. At least were. Tommy heard the commotion from where he stood not far off at another checkpoint of the gate. When Joel’s name fell from your lips he opened the gates, not caring about protocol.

You watch as they hug, both of their faces showing devastation, as if they had just realized how much time has passed since they last seen each other.

“How you doin’, hermanito?”

Tommy smiles in your direction in astonishment, you snort, gesturing to him to talk some more.

“Real good, mano,” he smiles, tearily.

You roll your eyes, turning to the girl, asking for her name and introducing yourself. She was a little hesitant but you could see the relief shower over her when she realized that Joel is an actual nice person to some people and that they were safe.

You place your hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing to let him know that the gates needed to be closed soon.

Joel’s eyes connect with yours, he smiles and when you reach out your hand to shake in greeting he ignores it. He lifts you and you yelp, gripping onto his shoulders from how tightly he squeezes you to his chest.

“Hey, little lady.”

Tommy’s eyes narrow at his hands at your waist as he puts you down.

“Joel,” you respond.

You remember the first time you met. He didn’t like you at all. Didn’t even give you a shake of the hand at that. The hatred in his eyes when you encouraged Tommy in his journey out of the QZ was frightening to you.

You pat his shoulder awkwardly. He was just happy someone from his past was still alive.

Tommy’s hand places itself on your waist when he lets go, motioning with his head towards the guarded county and leading you all inside.

He’s never had to fend people off of you he realizes. You were either too straight faced for others or they were just scared he would come after them.

But Joel, you both knew him well, he was a friend to you, and he was his brother. Comfort could very well lead to something more.

…

Weeks after, this still worried him. Joel knew you were his wife now. He wouldn’t try anything more than a couple of compliments and such. But sometimes he just liked to tease.

"Ma'am."

You snort, shaking your head. He always was a bastard. He only ever called you kid, even if you were the same age as Tommy. Now, because of your marriage, he liked to tease you for your sudden maturity.

Ma'am makes you sound like an old woman.

"Gramps,” you retort.

He sits heavily on the stool beside you, nudging your shoulder with his as you sip from your glass.

Tommy was having some words with Maria about Joel and Ellie, attempting to convince her that he wasn't a threat and could help around more despite the way his face was almost always in a permanent glare.

You were going to meet him at the bar after, share a drink and turn in for the night. Just you and Tommy.

Instead, Tommy comes in through the doors, watching as Joel places his hand over your shoulder, massaging into the meat of your neck with his thumb. You laugh at something he had said, and your head falls back in a cackle.

Tommy liked the way you laughed, it was sort of ugly but genuine, sometimes you even snorted, and you sounded like a wheezing animal. You didn't like laughing like that with anyone other than him.

Joel's eyes wander over your face, his lips quirk upwards warmly. Then your hand runs over his hair, playfully pulling it from his face. Joel's lips turn downwards into a frown.

You laugh again, his hand pushing your shoulder when he notices his brother at the door. His eyes narrow when he notes the hint of a scowl on his face.

You turn, a wide smile on your face, your body shaking in small chuckles. Your hand still presses against Joel's head, running through tufts as he strides closer.

"Doesn't he look older than before, Tommy?"

Joel huffs, Tommy glares at the stool he was sat upon. It was his stool.

"You do too, sweetheart," Joel snips back. He says sweetheart sarcastically, wanting it to be condescending and playful. Tommy didn't take it that way.

You pull Tommy by the waist to your side. You quirk a brow at his sudden silence. He was usually more talkative than you. Your eyes ask a silent question. You good?

He avoids your gaze, instead wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pressing you to his side. A small frown ever present, even when you lay your head against his shoulder.

"I didn't say it was a bad thing, you look good, old man."

You wink for the effect; his hand tightens over your shoulder. From the corner of your eyes you can tell his chest had puffed, his jaw tensed, and his posture straightened.

"Likewise, Mrs. Miller."

Joel always had a nice southern drawl, he was laying it on thick, his voice coming out deep and suave. Joel eyes you when he sips from his glass of whiskey, smiling onto the lip.

"Ellie's askin' for ya," Tommy blurts.

You snort at the way Joel stands, his face suddenly serious.

"Why? What happened?" he asks, already worried.

"Just said she needed to talk."

You nod when he nods to you both, leaving his glass on the counter and shrugging his thick jacket on to go to her.

The silence was deafening, it made your heart pulse and your hands ache to touch his shoulder as he slumps on the stool Joel had just sat in.

"What's wrong?" you ask, having moved your hand to cup over his and having it fall to the wooden counter when he swiped it away.

Fights were normal, these were stressful times, very stressful times and it always builds up into petty arguments and scowls, sometimes even annoyances. It was always resolved with another way to exert energy, most including you getting dicked down on your kitchen counter.

"Nothin'."

You hum, he didn't want to talk. You had an idea of why he was so angsty. Joel. Sure, he was elated that he was reunited with his brother again, but they left off on bad terms and he's sure that the topic of their past lives as hunters would be brought up sooner rather than later.

"He's soft now," you say offhandedly, smiling lightly, remembering how gentle he was in trying to help Ellie up and down a horse. Telling her where to grip and how to stop and run if needed sternly.

"You want him now?" he scoffs.

You whip your head up quickly.

Tommy was the soft one. Tommy was the one who saved you, and Joel was the one who wanted to abandon you. Joel was cruel and he was self-oriented. He didn't care about you at all back in the QZ and at times it felt as if he didn't really care about anything else.

And now you call him soft?

He loved you from the moment he met you. Your gun aimed at his head, safety still on. It was pretty stupid, but you had fire in your eyes and when the fireflies recruited you both, and Joel put the blame on you, he was expecting you to cower. But you didn't, despite the way Tess threatened your life moments before.

"Where is this coming from?" you ask, astonished by his sudden attack on you.

"I saw the way he was looking at you, the way you played along."

You didn't know this, but he's pretty sure Joel wanted you. He saw the way his eyes would trail up your body, how whenever you stayed over, he would keep his eyes trained on you, partially because of his distrust and partially because he was admiring the view.

He heard the way Tess teased Joel about getting a hard on from the sounds you made at night thinking you were sneaky when you slept over with Tommy.

He didn't deny it because it was the truth. Tommy's heart races from imagining Joel remembering the way he made you mewl for him at the QZ, and how he tried to stifle your moans with his hand as he pounded you into the mattress every few nights or so.

"I was being nice. He's my friend, as much of a friend you can have nowadays," you hiss.

He keeps his gaze on the table, his fists clenched, avoiding turning to you when you stand. You sigh, shaking your head when he shrugs your hand off his shoulder. It hurt, admittedly, that he didn't trust you, and at the very least his own brother.

You would never, you didn't even want to think about being with Joel.

"Come home when you're done," you mumble, defeated.

It's been a few hours and you were just lying in bed. Alone. You manage to swallow your tears, because maybe you shouldn't have egged Joel on. Maybe you shouldn't have said anything in the first place. If anything, you knew the Miller brothers were possessive, very emotional beings that needed reassurance every two seconds despite trying to cover it up with smirks or grumpiness.

You turn to your side, facing away from the door, when you hear the front door open and close quietly, staring at the window. The bed dips moments after, his palm smoothing over your side, pulling you to face him. You resisted.

He leans into your face, kissing your cheek softly, urging you to stop faking your sleep and look at him.

"He fucking wanted you, could see it in his eyes, mugroso," he mumbles, his lips moving lower towards your earlobe.

You turn fully, your brows furrowed, and your lips twisted in confusion.

"Wha‐?"

His lips latch onto yours; you inhale sharply from how desperately he moves his mouth against you. He cups your face, you fully relax into the mattress, letting him press his body on top of yours.

"You're crazy," you utter, out of breath, your hands tangled in his hair. He hums in response, his hands trailing up your legs and in between your thighs smoothly. They skim past the oversized shirt you wear to sleep, tracing your underwear.

He cups you, his palm grinding against your clit when you spread your legs wider. You moan, moving your hips in time, feeling tingles of pleasure move throughout your body as you close your eyes, ignoring the sound of the sheets shuffling underneath you.

"Crazy for you."

Your snort gets cut short with a gasp when his fingers pull aside the fabric covering you, dipping them into you quickly. They push in with a squelch, your body warms at the satisfaction in his eyes.

“Only wet for me?”

He presses against a rough patch, right against your opening. The tips of his fingers tease you open, and you mewl.

Despite the way your body shivers and tremors, you caress his face tenderly. He was focused on the way your eyes glazed over and your mouth parted.

“Only you,” you moan softly.

He lowers down, out of sight, his body slotting itself over your legs and his head burying itself between your thighs. Your body jostles from the way he roughly pulled your legs onto his shoulders.

He licks up your folds, his hot breath teasing you and making you squirm. His lips wrap around your hood, suctioning harshly.

He was so damn good with his tongue. Good with his mouth in general. You think that was your favorite part of him. How well he convinces and flatters.

Sometimes his tongue is sharp, it makes people angry and agitated. It drew you into him, the way he made you feel safe and calm with a couple of words.

His mouth making you cum in only a couple of minutes was an added plus.

“Oh Tommy. Baby-“

He continues on, his face buried between your legs, his tongue ramming itself in your opening. His thumb circles over the tight ring below your cunt, you tense.

Shushing you he pushes his thumb in and out slowly to get you used to the mounting pressure. He continues to suck your clit, you open your legs up wider.

"Feel good?"

His breath makes your skin pucker, your clit throbbing from the heat of his mouth.

"Yes."

Your hips stutter in their movements, you start to whine, your head lolling from side to side against the pillows. His cock aches, he palms himself, leaning closer to your cunt. His jaw aches as he doubles his efforts, his tongue lathing over your folds, rising up to your nub and flicking it repeatedly.

The heels of your feet dig into his thick denim jacket. You could feel his sweat glide down his forehead, pressing against the sides of your thighs and your mound.

All of these sensations make your throat close up abruptly, your body locks up and your back lifts from the bed. He moans into you when he feels you clenching down, lapping at the slick you produce as a result.

Your fingers pull at his hair, your other hand squeezing the sheets so tightly you thought you heard a rip.

"There ya go, there ya go,” he groans.

He thought he was going to blow when he heard your high-pitched moan, the way your breaths were coming in and out of you in pants and the way your hole pulses against his thumb.

His tongue still worked you over. He hummed at the taste of your fresh wetness, making a string of saliva connect from his mouth to your pussy as he lifted himself up slightly.

He kisses up your stomach, leaving a trail of your arousal on your skin, humming when you let your body soften into the mattress, exhausted from your orgasm.

"Joel could never make you feel like this."

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. He lifts your shirt, his hands massaging into your breasts. You cup your hands over his, reveling in the size of them.

"He might."

He pauses, his eyes meeting yours. The glint in your eyes let him know you weren't serious. It still made his heart plummet slightly.

"He looks like he's good with his hands,” you mumble.

He unbuckles his belt hurriedly. Not even pulling his pants fully down before he takes his cock out. It was stiff, your mouth watered, from the swollen tip, leaking and angry.

He tugged you closer, gripping your hips harshly and shrugging his jacket off. His hands were gentle when they lifted your thighs up, his cock lining up with your core, grazing your lips teasingly.

Your body trembles with each move of his hips, thrusting his cock in between your lips, nudging your clit with the head.

"Tommy," you plead.

He revels in the way you mewl, when you try to get out of his grip on your legs and get closer. You feel a sharp pinch at your hip, he smiles down on you, leaning down so that his face was nestled between your breasts.

Tommy liked to tease, he liked to make you squirm. He was playful and at times you wanted to whack him upside the head for it. His mouth enveloped over your nipple, he moans loudly, exaggeratedly, as his tongue swirls over your peaked nub.

His hair falls over his face, he closes his eyes, humming into you when you writhe. He lets go of you with a pop, his tongue flicking one last time to feel your body shiver in delight.

"See you're moaning my name, pretty. You like making me angry?"

The tips of his fingers glide over the skin of your leg, your body filling up with anticipation, your muscles moving in their own accord up and over his hips.

"You like getting fucked hard?"

You will yourself not to pant like a dog, willing your drool to not drip form the side of your mouth at the image of him on top of you, his hips twitching to move and plunge into you.

You nod slowly, swallowing thickly.

He thrusts into you, and you hiss from the initial sting of the stretch. His hands entangle with yours, squeezing possessively, lifting them to each side of your head.

His hips crack into you, your back arches when his body crushes you to the bed. He licks a stripe up your throat, you clench from the strong contrast of his warmth and the cold of the room. The soft groan he makes when balls deep in you makes you clench.

"Only I can fuck my pussy."

Despite the way his hips hammer into yours, shaking the bed frame and making the old mattress creak with each movement, he kisses your jaw softly.

"Yes, only you," you breathe.

You hook your legs over his waist, one of his hands lets go and presses against the side of your breast, tightly squished and rubbing against his clothed chest.

Your nipples rub against his textured thermal shirt, feeling as if you were being pricked with pleasure with each shift of your body.

"No one can touch you, sweetheart. I'll rip their hands off, make sure everyone knows who you belong to,” he utters against your skin, almost a whisper.

You could barely hear him from the sound of his cock making a mess of your gummy walls, his hips pumping against yours.

At the QZ there have been a couple of incidents. The people in there thought they were safe, so they tended to become even bigger assholes. They thought they could get away with things and in turn they thought they could have a 'piece of you, just for the night.'

Tommy wasn't usually the violent type unless completely necessary, but he would never hesitate for you. Not even a second thought before he threw his fist. You liked it.

You liked how he was heaving after, his eyes intense and his hands clenching, shaking to feel something, to exert his excess adrenaline. He was a fallen angel, his usually tidy hair now falling over his face messily, his fists tainted in red.

So what if Joel thought you had changed him? He was changing you too.

You didn't care about Joel not liking you around Tommy in the QZ, you didn't care about what he thought in general. You don't think that would change anytime soon.

Your hand reaches for his back, gripping tightly onto the fabric of his shirt, gaining leverage and angling your hips to take him in deeper.

Your head falls back, your whole body starts to ache, it starts to sting, you're sure your hips would be bruised, and your cunt would be sore when you woke up the next morning.

He likes to bite and suck hard. He loses himself in the rhythm of his thrusts, going on autopilot, barely recognizing the fact that you were underneath him, moaning and whimpering.

His eyes were wild, he lifted himself up slightly, repositioning his knees closer. He kisses you brutally, every now and then coming up for breath and whispering against your lips, mumbling the same word over and over again.

"Mine, mine‐ fuck‐ mine..."

Your hand buries itself deep into the roots of his hair, locks in between your fingertips, your body coiled and entangled tightly over his.

You answer in kind.

"Yours, yours, yours..."

His hips quicken, his face scrunches up and his mouth parts in ecstasy. You groan, feeling his cock twitch and his cum build up in your pussy, leaking from the sides and dripping down the base of his shaft.

You close your eyes tightly, even if his cock was stinging in overstimulation he swirled his thumb over your clit, making your back arch and your legs tremble.

You both breathe heavily into each other. He was slumped against you, your fingers flicking pieces of his hair from his face, your nails running down his cheeks as he adjusts your shirt.

He catches your hand mid motion. He presses his lips against the ring on your finger. You peck the top of his head, closing your eyes tightly when he sighs.

"I'm sorry..."

You hum.

"m' forgive you...", you mumble, feeling content enough to drift to sleep with him on top of you.

How it should always be.

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If you guys liked this dynamic between Joel and Reader and Tommy might I suggest Cucked...? This is like Cucked but if Tommy locked in since the start. lolz. Let me know what y'all think! Requests open btw!

-Alejandra 💋 🐇

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bonbonly · 6 months ago

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pairing: charles leclerc x teamstrategist!reader; tw: fingering, cunnilingus, a twinge of degradation, p in v charles leclerc hated his team strategist more than he hated losing races. oh wait. he hated losing because of his team strategist. if the last one was bad, then the young girl who volunteered to help her rich daddy surely wasn't any better. people paraded you around like you were the second coming of the lord, as if you would save ferrari by yourself.

a few races in showed the public a few things: you were cheerful and bright, really sweet to the race engineers, and also had good strategies that only seemed to benefit everyone but charles. carlos had a few extra wins and podiums than charles, and the latter's blood boiled at the thought. he slunked off to a corner, eyeing the garage carefully when his focus landed on you. a ferrari jacket too big for you, laughter echoing so loud that your body shook with each laugh, lips parted into a wide grin. he really hated you, hated that you were still so happy even when he was losing.

"sometimes the better driver wins, that's how it happens, Mr. Leclerc," you chastised him with a side eye during a team meeting once, and that was enough for him. you wanted to play dirty and try to ruin his races? oh he could play along just fine.

he couldn't bring himself to disobey team orders, so he figured the only way to properly go about this was to change your mind instead. and that he did when he noticed you in the club, scrolling through your phone aimlessly.

"getting bored?" charles asked.

"no, just looking at some notes i wrote for next week's race." you responded.

"as if that helps at all," charles grumbled, rolling his eyes. you scowled at him, shooing him away with your hand,

"don't blame your incompetence on me."

"Do you think I'm incompetent, am I?" he asked you when he had managed to pin you against a wall in his house, fingers curling inside you as you gripped onto his arms, "i want words, now."

"n-no, i d-don't," you whimpered, wondering why you even bothered to come home with him. oh that was right, you wanted him to fuck your brains out. you came around his fingers with a cry, chest heaving as you gasped for air. in one swift motion, he carried you over to the couch, palming your tits through your tight minidress that left little to the imagination in the first place. with a growl, he tore off your clothes and spread your legs, immediately wrapping his lips against your oversensitive cunny with the intention of making you a babbling mess.

"you taste so good," his accent rumbled against your core, causing you to moan out loud, hips bucking into his mouth. he let out a soft chuckle, letting his tongue explore the insides of your cunt, slurping up your juices, "i thought your stuck up ass would never let this happen.""i wouldn't," you breathed out, throwing your head back, "this is only for tonight."

he kissed the insides of your thighs before letting his tongue rake over your puffy cunt once more, the gummy walls welcoming his tongue even though you swore you couldn't handle another orgasm, "maybe you're better off being my little slut instead of my team strategist, you're only good for this anyway."

his tongue darted in and out of you, a thumb coming around your waist to circle your clit. and before you knew it, you were coming for a second time, tears streaming down your face with how good he felt. with a satisfied gleam in his eyes, he licked his lips to savor your juices once more before unbuckling his belt. he grabbed onto your ankles and pulled you closer to him, chuckling at the way you squealed in shock,

"i think i deserve to cum at least once right? you can't make me win, you might as well do one fucking thing right tonight," he chuckled, watching your face contort in pleasure when he finally sank his painfully hard cock inside you. and charles did end up winning the next race, a proud smile on his knowing face as he glanced to see you limping around the garage, avoiding everyone's eyes to not reveal what happened last night. he bit his lip, hoping to reward you for your good work today.

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mirai-e-jump · 2 months ago

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Uchusen Vol.188 (Spring 2025) Bakuage Sentai Boonboomger VS King-Ohger ft. Iuchi Haruhi x Sakai Taisei Interview (translation below)

Publication: April 1, 2025

"First, please tell us how you felt when this V-Cinext was decided on."

Sakai: I also had the opportunity to film with everyone from Donbrothers last year, but when I heard that we'd be working together with everyone from Boonboomger, I felt relieved and thought, "Ah, we're doing it again this year!"

Iuchi: I was relieved too. Even though it's become an annual tradition, I became anxious and thought, "They're not gonna discontinue it, right?!" (laughs), so I was glad.

"Both of you first met during the baton pass ceremony between King-Ohger and Boonboomger in February of last year, but what were your first impressions of each other then, and how have they changed since performing together?"

Sakai: Iuchi-kun always has really pure, sparkling eyes, which hasn't changed since the baton pass, but I think he's become more mature after working on Boonboomger. Before King-Ohger started, I was told by those around me that I would change after the year had passed, but I wondered if "I'd really change" (laughs). However, things like my facial expressions did actually change. I think that Iuchi-kun has become alot more dignified and reliable over the past year.

Iuchi: I had watched King-Ohger on TV, so I was happy that I'd be able to interact with Gira now that I was Taiya, but it also gave me a strange feeling. Do you remember? When I met Sakai-san's Gira at the baton pass, the first thing I said to him was, "So cool!" (laughs).

Sakai: Uwah~ I don't remember that! (laughs). Still, I believe that that's what you would've said.

Iuchi: Right, right. I had said, "Uwah, so cool~!" It was all I could think to say since I was so nervous (laughs), but that's just how much I liked Gira, so it made me really happy that I was able to perform with him in this.

Sakai: I was also looking forward to working with Iuchi-kun, and was anticipating the probability that there'd be lots of filming with just us two Reds, so I was happy when it actually came true. I enjoyed the vibes between our two characters, and I know it's not proper to say this from my position, but Iuchi-kun's a really nice kid!

Iuchi: Thank you so much!

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

Sakai: I guess he tries to always respect people, or rather, be humble. That's what I find so appealing about him, and why I feel so comfortable when we're together.

Iuchi: I'm humble and earnest! (laughs).

Sakai: He said it himself (laughs).

Iuchi: I thought Sakai-san was very "mature." It's not just the way he behaved on set, or how friendly he was when he talked, but he also has the ability to properly switch and get into it when the time comes. However, when we said, "Everyone in King-Ohger is so mature!" the staff members responded with, "Eh? That's not true~"

Sakai: That's exactly what the staff said, but I think they were just being shy (laughs).

Iuchi: Is that so? (laughs).

"In this film too, we got the impression that he had really "grown up" when we saw the expression on Sakai-san's face in the first scene where Gira appears."

Sakai: At that time, I was in my bulking phase, so maybe it's because I looked alittle chubby? (laughs). Still, as the one playing the role, I wanted to show Gira's growth, so I thought that he must've gained alot of experience as a king up until now by doing things like handling various policies. I thought that the build up of such experiences would be reflected in the weight of Gira's words and appearance, so I made sure to be conscious of that.

"Iuchi-san, how do you feel now that you've completed Boonboomger's TV series?"

Iuchi: The filming period and broadcast dates were out of sync, so I felt a strong sense of "sadness" when filming wrapped up, but the final episode aired without issue, and I received warm words from tons of people who said things like, "I loved Boonboomger," and "I'm glad we got through it together," so I feel more at ease now.

"Tomioka Atsuhiro-san, the Main Writer for Boonboomger, was in charge of the script for this V-Cinext. What were your thoughts when you read the script?"

Sakai: Although Takamina-san didn't write the script this time, my first impression was that he had watched King-Ohger very carefully, as he knew things like what kind of character each of the kings are, and who would speak at certain times.

Iuchi: Honestly, the first thing we in the Boonboomger team did when we got the script was to check……were the Sanseaters still alive?! (laughs). When we got the script for the V-Cinext, we were filming around episode 30 or so, so we didn't know how the TV series would end……It was the first thing we all had to confirm the moment we got the script, and we were like, "Thank goodness, they're still alive!" (laughs). We didn't want the Sanseaters to be defeated! They're so cute! (laughs). So, from there I read through it carefully, and I thought it was great that it depicts the "afterwards" of Boonboomger, where we're in the midst of doing the BBG after the final episode.

"Irei Himena-san, who played Nicola in the Summer film, is also making a comeback in this. How was your reunion with her?"

Iuchi: Of course we were happy, but Miu-chan in particular was overjoyed. She was like, "I'm so happy~!" There's a scene in the Summer film where Mira gives her Changer to Princess Nicola because she wants to support her in getting her planet back. Towards the end of the TV series, Nicola entrusts her pendant to Joe (GokaiBlue) when we were in trouble, and in the V-Cinext, that's all depicted up to the point where it's returned, so I thought it was a wonderful script that was reassuring for both the fans and us.

"Sakai-san, was your reunion with the King-Ohger members a long awaited one?"

Sakai: The Final Live Tour finished around May, and since filming for the V-Cinext was during the Summer, I didn't feel like it had been that long since I last faced Gira, the other members, and the staff. In a good way, the other members hadn't changed at all (laughs).

"That includes the Royal Arms too……"

Sakai: Yes. It had been a few months since I last performed it, and I thought I had done it naturally, but the first thing Suit Actor Shige-san said to me was, "Gira~! Is everything okay~?" (laughs).

Iuchi: Now that you mention it, I'm certain Shige-san said that on set. From far away you could hear him say, "Your voice isn't clear enough! Gira~!" (laughs).

Sakai: Somehow, Shige-san must've thought that it looked like I was hesitating. I think this is also because Shige-san was watching Gira from the closest possible point. It didn't look like that at all when I saw the completed footage, so I was relieved (laughs). Still, after just a few months of not shouting, the scenes where I shout and laughed loudly made me once again think, "Uwah, I guess doing it as Gira was pretty difficult."

Iuchi: No one shouts like that on other sets (laughs).

Sakai: Even though I said, "Let me hear you scream~," I was the one who felt the difficulty of screaming the most (laughs).

"King-Ohger was a unique Sentai in which "everyone was a king," but what was your impression when working together?"

Iuchi: As expected, they're flashy! Our Boonboomger had a more realistic worldview, like how Mira and the others are relatively ordinary people who become heroes, but all the King-Ohger members are kings, so their costumes and poses have an overwhelming presence to them. Including their movements, it was especially fun to watch Kaguragi and Hymeno, as they "felt like people I'd absolutely never encounter in my daily life." I have alot of scenes with Gira, but I was excited to see what would happen when the time came for the other members to get involved. Also, I think their roles as "kings" is great! Talking to someone who plays the role of a king will be hard to come by after this (laughs), so I was very happy and enjoyed having an experience like this with Sakai-san.

"On the flip side, what was your impression of the Boonboomger team?"

Sakai: I thought that each of the Boonboomgers had unique personalities and were very interesting characters. Like with Orange……his voice is really similar to Jeramie's (laughs), and the scenes involving the two of them together were really amusing.

"Were there any memorable moments during the filming period?"

Sakai: I wonder. Like the car scene?

Iuchi: That day was seriously insane (laughs). The scene where Gira and Taiya get into the car was shot on a particularly hot day last Summer.

Sakai: Because the car had AC, we were both able to stay cool (laughs).

Iuchi: Right, right. We were like, "Lucky!" While we were waiting, we could get out of the car and go to a sheltered spot, but we were like, "It's cooler if we stay put!" (laughs).

Sakai: Iuchi-kun, were you able to talk to any of the King-Ohger members?

Iuchi: We didn't get to talk much, but by chance, on the same day that only Ikeda-san stayed behind to shoot, we also had a shoot with Nicola, so we all went out for a meal together afterwards!

"What did you talk about at that time?"

Iuchi: As expected, we talked alot about filming. I asked him what it was like during the filming of King-Ohger, while Ikeda-san in return asked, "How's Boonboomger? What episode are you currently filming?" However, since it was three Boonboom team members against only Ikeda-san, it felt like we were assaulting him with questions (laughs).

Sakai: That's great~! Sounds like it was fun! I only had about two filming sessions with Iuchi-kun.

Iuchi: The scene where the two of us meet was the first scene we shot, but we had to wait on standby for a long time, so we both slept on the location bus (laughs).

Sakai: We fell asleep~. We slept for around two hours.

Iuchi: We of course focused solely on filming after that, but I remember that day very well.

"Do you have any memories of working with Director Kato Hiroyuki during filming?"

Sakai: Director Kato himself looked like he was having a ton of fun (laughs). He seemed very happy to be reunited with the King-Ohger members after such a long time, and he just kept rambling on about stuff (laughs).

Iuchi: This was the case during Boonboomger's filming period, but Director Kato is someone who really brightens up the set. A Director is often thought of as the strictest, most controlling person on set, but Director Kato creates a very cheerful atmosphere that makes us feel more relaxed. This time too, he danced along with us while we were shooting the ending dance, and whenever an actor had to move from their position to get their makeup or costume adjusted, Director Kato would slip in and do his impressions, saying things like, "Now I'm Mira," and "I'm Chasshiro" (laughs).

Sakai: Also, before filming began, Producer Kuji had said to me, "I want to show Gira's growth in this film," and I wanted to make sure I put importance on that.

"Please tell us about the appeal of each other's roles that you noticed again after working together this time."

Sakai: Taiya has a coolness that Gira doesn't have. He's the type to lead the other characters. The style of leadership that Taiya has is also different from Gira's, but I get the impression that Taiya's able to lead everyone with just a single word or action, so I think that's what makes him so cool.

Iuchi: Taiya's not very good at talking, or rather, he's not very good at talking to others about himself, while on the other side, even if Gira's one step ahead of everyone else, when it's time to advance, he'll always take a step back and say, "Let's go together!," so I think it's really cool that he tries to stay in step with everyone else. And then, I guess there's also the fact that he doesn't mind being the bad guy. It's abit similar to Taiya, but he's willing to be demonized and shouted at for the sake of the citizens of the countries. I think that kind of resolution makes him a "real king," and I love Gira's character for it.

"Please tell us some highlights and what we should look forward to in this film."

Sakai: Just like with the VS featuring the Donbrothers, King-Ohger is set in an unrealistic world, so I wonder how they'll interact with the more ordinary world of the Boonboomgers. I think a highlight is how well integrated we were again this time. And then, the simultaneous transformations of the two Sentai is also a unique appeal of VS films.

Iuchi: Often times in V-Cinexts, the members work separately by being split into groups of two or three people, so even before I received the script, I made various predictions like, "Maybe these guys will be paired up," but while we were actual filming, I kept thinking, "I knew it was gonna be these two!," and "Everyone's been wanting this guy and that guy to interact!," so I hope you enjoy the pairings as much as I did.

Sakai: There's some pretty interesting pairings. I think you'll be able to tell from the footage that the actors were having alot of fun performing.

Iuchi: The story was completed in a single film, so I think people will enjoy it even if they haven't seen either show, but I think that those who have seen both shows should definitely be conscious of which Suit Actor played what role on each side. There are scenes where it's like, "Let this character and this character have that conversation!," and I think you'll be able to sense the playfulness that only Director Kato can provide.

Sakai: Also, there are scenes where the Suit Actors perform outside of their suits, so I want you to keep an eye out for that as well.

"This time, Ito-san continues to be in charge of KuwagataOhger like he did in the TV series."

Sakai: That made me really happy! When I received the script, the first thing I thought when I cracked it open was, "Who's gonna be the Suit Actor for KuwagataOhger?!" That's when I was like, "It's Shige-san!" Shige-san also plays BoonBlack, so I was nervous to see if he'd be able to "give us" KuwagataOhger. Mori-san is BoonRed, but he was TomboOhger during King-Ohger, so he also played the role of TomboOhger as much as he could in this V-Cinext. It really made me feel the love the Suit Actors have.

"Iuchi-san, what did you and Mori-san talk about during the filming of the V-Cinext?"

Iuchi: We teased each other (laughs). When Mori-san became TomboOhger, I'd say, "Ah! You Traitor~!," and "You've already abandoned Taiya, huh……" On the other hand, when he was BoonRed, Mori-san would say, "I'm not TomboOhger anymore. Right now, I'm in a BoonRed kind of mood" (laughs). However, on the set of Gozyuger, I was the one who was told, "You've already abandoned Boonboomger" (laughs).

"As mentioned earlier, Iuchi-san appeared in No.1 Sentai Gozyuger as Tsutsumi Natsume, who transforms into KuwagataOhger."

Sakai: That really surprised me. I was like, "Eh?! Why?!" (laughs). Hey, so why were you the one who turned in KuwagataOhger? (laughs).

Iuchi: I'm not sure why either (laughs).

"Iuchi-san, how did you feel about transforming into KuwagataOhger?"

Iuchi: The transformation item used wasn't the OhgerCalibur, but the Gozyuger's Tega Sword, and since the transformation in Boonboomger involves a small amount of movements, it was fun to transform using new moves. It was also really refreshing for me to voice KuwagataOhger instead of BoonRed during the voice recording.

"Did you film your role as Tsutsumi at the same time of filming for Boonboomger?"

Iuchi: I did! What's more, it was filmed during the middle of Boonboomger's TV climax……(laughs).

Sakai: Eh! So it was like that, huh? (laughs).

Iuchi: Yeah. My mood was violently fluctuating……for those three days, my emotions felt like they were constantly out of whack (laughs).

"The Gozyugers are a Sentai aiming to become Number One, but as the Reds representing your respective Sentai, please give us your, "This is the one area where our Sentai can't lose against the other!" speech."

Sakai: I think our worldview is the superior one, don't you think? (saying boastfully) Things like the gorgeous costumes and the medieval inspired scenes……I don't think we'll lose there!

Iuchi: Eh~?! You think we can beat King-Ohger~?!……I was gonna bring up Taiya's total assets, but……there's no way we can win! They're kings after all! (laughs).

Sakai: That's right, our national budget takes the six countries into account (laughs).

Iuchi: We can't win! Hmmm……well, we are "professionals." Mira has various part time jobs (laughs), and we've got a spy and a police officer. I think Boonboomger is unique in that it's made up of "job" specialists. It's a Sentai that contributes greatly to society! (laughs).

Sakai: No, kings are also great contributors to society (laughs).

"Finally, please give a message to the fans who are eagerly awaiting the release of this film."

Sakai: While this is the culmination of Boonboomger, this may also be the last time you'll ever see the King-Ohgers……With your vocal support, we might be able to do something for our 10th anniversary, but I also think there's a possibility that it won't happen, so this is a film that's truly packed with emotion. I'd like for you to watch the fusion of the two Sentai on the big screen in theaters. Please look forward to it!

Iuchi: After Boonboomger ended, I heard many people say that they're "very sad" and "have Boonboomger loss," but this film depicts what happened after the final episode, so I think this is what the fans who "want to see more of the story" will want to watch the most. Sakai-san also mentioned the highlights, such as the simultaneous transformations of the 12 members, and the scene from the trailer where Gira stands up in the passenger side of the car, and I think the film is special because it's a VS production. We ourselves are looking forward to seeing it on the big screen. Everyone, please make sure to go to the theater and watch it too!

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ilovenatasharomanoff2-0 · 2 years ago

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Starstudded

Warnings: handjob (n receiving) car sex, riding, kind of public sex, p in v, unprotected sex

Pairings: intersex virgin Natasha x Fem reader

highschool au

Word count: 2.6k

This relates to this post I made: Here

Natasha was taking you out on a date for your 6-month anniversary. She had devised the idea to take you out on a picnic date during the sunset. When you agreed to do this with her, a warm smile coated her face. It was something you loved to see and made you happy.

Once you had helped Natasha load the truck the two of you started to drive down to the park. Natasha immediately started to ramble on about the new Tv she started watching with her mom.

"Y/n, you won't believe me on how cool the CGI looked in this episode until you actually watch it with me. Please watch it with me." She says to you, turning her head to the side to see you looking at her. Her lips curled upwards before she turned her head back to the road.

"Mhm, I will Tash, but you gotta tell me when they air baby. You have a habit of watching the episodes and not telling me when you're watching them."

"Oh, yeah-I'll tell you next time, 'swear. I'm sorry!" She tells you, her hand running through her hair and returning right back to the wheel.

"No need to be sorry Nat, I know it wasn't on purpose so I'm not mad." You tell her, before looking out the window on your side. You stare at all of the tall buildings and people walking on sidewalks. It was one of the best things about living in the city.

The car was soon quiet with a comfortable silence. The only things you could hear were the soft music of the radio and cars driving past Natasha's.

you sat comfortably in the passenger seat, and you notice Natasha's hand slowly making its way to your knee, her touch feels warm and reassuring to you. She was too shy to move her hand up closer to your thigh even though the two of you have been dating for 6 months.

Her hand moved up on down slowly, she was hoping you wouldn't say anything about it. Natasha's head occasionally looked at you when you weren't looking. She loved you so much and never wanted to end it.

The last 5 minutes passed in the car. Natasha parked in a parking spot and got out of the car. You followed out and left the car as well, heading over to the trunk to get to blanket Natasha had bought just for this date. You smiled at it and looked at Natasha once more who was carrying the basket that had the food you two had bought, and her telescope.

"You really love that thing huh?" You ask her eyeing the telescope she had in her left hand, laughing a little.

"What? My telescope?" She responded back, closing the trunk and looking at you.

"Mhm, love it more than me?" You said back to her a fake pout coating over your face.

"No! I love you more than this telescope y/n! Sure, it was 3,000 dollars and I did have to do lots of begging for it, but I love you way more." Natasha pleaded with you, almost dropping the two things in her hand

"I was just joking Nat, of course, I know that you love me, my love. Now let's go find a good spot to set up this stuff Kay?"

She nodded her head slightly, trying not to make her glasses fall off of her face. Natasha locked the car and started walking over to the grassy area. You followed right behind her, catching up to her and walking beside her.

After strolling for a few minutes, the perfect spot to lay down your belongings finally revealed itself. It offered a beautiful vantage point to take in the stunning cityscape. Without delay, you began to unfurl the blanket, smoothing out the creases and placing it gently on the soft grass. Meanwhile, Natasha diligently assembled her trusty telescope, ensuring that it was properly aligned. so the both of you could see the stars and hopefully a planet.

Natasha let out a happy sigh, being satisfied with her work, and walked over to you. Seeing you already sat down on the blanket, she laid down right next to you. Her eyes gazed upon your face. She had the softest look on her face, you swear you could see a sparkle in her eyes when you looked down at her.

"You're so pretty y/n/n. I could stare at you forever, just like the stars." Natasha tells you before sitting up. A smile comes up on your face and you give her a kiss, her cheeks heating up with red.

"You're too cute Tasha." You tell her bringing her into a hug. Natasha let out a laugh and hugged you back.

"Can we eat y/n? I'm soooo hungry." She tells you, immediately switching topics but still hugging you.

"Of course Nat, you don't have to ask me you know." You tell her and pull away from the hug, reaching over to the basket and grabbing the food that Natasha packed for herself and giving it to her.

"Thank you, y/n/n," she said to you before she started savoring her food. She managed to get the workers at a popular sandwich place to cut her bread into two stars. It was the cutest thing ever, seeing her open up the plastic and eat her star-shaped sandwiches, You reciprocated her smile and reached for your own meal from the basket, enjoying it alongside her.

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Natasha and you had finished your meal. You two had talked about life in general. Natasha brought up how she was gonna bring her guitar out here but Melina said no because she already brought her telescope and she knew Natasha would drop one and break it.

"You don't understand y/n! I had this amazing song written for you, planned just for tonight and she goes and tells me I can't bring my guitar? It's so stupid!" She told you, her face frowning up.

"Hey, it's okay Natasha. I bet Melina would let me come over tomorrow after school, play it for me then okay?"

"M'kay, but it won't be the same..." She whispers the last part and lays down on the blanket, right next to where you were laying.

"Natasha it's gonna sound beautiful either way I know it." You reassure her and move over to your side so you can see her. You see her looking up at the sky trying to see any stars, her hands laying on her stomach. It was a comforting view.

After a while, Natasha shifted onto her side and fixed her gaze upon you. As your eyes met, a profound sense of connection seemed to pass between you both, enveloping you in a shared moment of contemplation and understanding.

Natasha moved closer to you and put her hands on your face. "I-is this okay?" She asks you, always wanting your reassurance whenever she touched you.

"Mhm." You whisper out to her. Her lips met yours, your hands wrapping around her back as you kissed her passionately. The only thing you two could hear was the sound of cars driving past the park and the wind moving the tree branches around.

By now most people had left the park, the only people that passed were peopled that walked and ran late at night. Natasha pulled away from the kiss and looked at you.

"Could we um-do this in the car?" She whispered out to you, even though no one was around. Her face getting red as she looked down at her pants.

"Sure baby, but do you have a reason why?" You tried to act like you didn't know why she wanted to go into the car, but you obviously knew, feeling the hard-on Natasha had.

"I-I don't know." She replies back to you, looking in every direction except your face. you let out a chuckle and look away.

You sat yourself up and started to put all the trash away in the basket you had brought out. Natasha quickly stood herself up and covered her hands where her hard-on was, turning her back towards you quickly so she could put her telescope she didn't use away.

You quickly folded the blanket that was placed on the grass and grabbed the two items. You waited for Natasha to finish folding her telescope before you went down to the car.

"You don't have to wait y/n. Just take the keys I'll be down there in a second. She tells you, giving you the car keys. You walked down to the car and loaded the trunk once more. You got back into the passenger seat and waited on Natasha to get in the car.

A couple minutes later she entered the car. Her hands still covering her hard-on, and her face was looking out the window, still not trying to look at you.

"Do you need help with that baby?" You ask her, moving her hand away from her cock and palming her through her sweatpants. A low groan left her mouth as she threw her head back against the seats.

"Please." She whined out to you, her hips already moving up from your movements.

"Already so hard for me Nat? Didn't even do anything and you're hard huh baby?" You tell her before slipping down her sweatpants, leaving her in only a hoodie and boxers.

Her cock standing up in its confinements only made Nat needier for you, a small wet stain was now prominent at the top of her boxers. She let out loud and shaky breaths and she waited for you to do something.

You slowly pull down Natasha's boxers, her cock springing out and hitting her stomach, a moan leaves her mouth when you circle her tip with your thumb, slowly bringing one of your hands down to jerk her off. Her hips move up at their own pace to fuck your hand.

"F-fuck, y/n if you keep doing that I'll cum too fast s-slow down please" She moaned out to you, her hands gripping the side of the seats while you jerked her off.

Loud moans kept on falling from her mouth as you moved your hand up and down faster around her, using your hand and squeezing it just a bit so it could stimulate Natasha's pleasure.

"Look so cute right now Tash, your cock is always so needy for me hm?" She looks at you again, her eyes hazy and her mouth opened, moan after moan leaving her mouth.

"Oh fuck y/n i'-"

With an attempt at a warning, Natasha cums all over her her hoodie and your hand. Her hips bucked into your hand slightly as you slowed down your movements.

"Good job Nat." You tell her before giving her a kiss on the lips. You pull away after a few seconds and see that her face is flushed with red, her mid-length hair sticking to her face as she looked up at you.

"Y/n-i'm still hard." She tells you while looking down at her cock, her glasses had some fog on them so she took them off and sat them on the dashboard.

"Go sit down in the back Nat, let me ride you." You tell her, Natasha doesn't need to hear another word before she's climbing over the storage compartment and into the backseat. She quickly takes off her hoodie, leaving her in only a wifebeater. She lets out a groan while she waits for you.

You quickly slip down your sundress leaving you in only a bra and panties, you make your way to the backseat where Natasha was waiting and sit on her lap.

"Are we gonna do this here y/n, I mean, what if we get caught?" She asks you coming a little scared of having sex in the back of her car.

"Do you not want to do it anymore? If you don't want to that's find, but I just jerked you off Nat." You tell her looking straight into her face.

"No-no I still want to do it, just please hurry it's starting to hurt. And my mom is gonna wonder why I'm out so late so we have to make this quick y/n/n" Natasha tells you before kissing your neck, her hands making their way to your back and unclasping your bra.

You quickly move your panties to the side while Natasha is occupied kissing your neck. You slowly sink yourself down onto Natasha's cock. You needed a couple minutes to adjust to her because she was so big.

Natasha stopped kissing your neck and let out another loud moan into the car.

"Feel so good in me Nat." You moan out to her and wrap your arms around her, sinking down onto her cock once more, you slowly get down to the base of her cock.

"So full baby, you fill mommy up so good my love." You tell Natasha, her head resting in the crook of your neck as you started moving your hips up and down.

The both of you let out loud moans as you rode her. Her hands make their wait onto your waist and move you up and down. Natasha's eyebrows are scrunched as she focuses on your pussy squeezing her cock. You two have had sex a couple of times, but she's so hooked on your pussy.

"S-so good y/n." She moans into your ear, her hips thrusting up at the same time as you. The windows were all fogged up now, the car being humid and hot. Your hand reached out to the window, leaving your handprint on the glass.

Natasha moved one of her hands away from your waist and onto your clit, making you moan out into the air. Her fingers fastened their pace when she saw the look on your face.

"Does that feel good y/n?" She asks you in between shaky breaths.

"Mhm, keep doing that baby." You tell her and lean your forehead against hers. Your hips getting faster as you got closer to your orgasm, you could tell Natasha was already close by the way her eyes started to close.

"Shit, cum with me y/n please." She begs out to you, the one hand she had on your waist tightening.

After a few more seconds you finally came around her cock, squeezing around her tightly so she can finish.

"Oh my god y/n," Natasha whispers into your ear before letting go inside of you, her hot cum painting the inside of your walls. The both of you fall into a comfortable silence as you catch your breath.

"That was good, thank you y/n," Natasha tells you before she helps you get off of her cock.

"Of course baby, but I do think we should get back home, it's already 11:30 and you said you were gonna be home by 10." You tell her before putting your sundress back on and giving Natasha her boxers and pants.

"Already?! Uhhhh, fuck my hoodie. Um, can you take it home with you y/n, I already know I'm gonna get questioned by my parents about why I'm out so late and these stains aren't gonna make it better?" She tells you handing the hoodie over shyly.

"Of course Nat, I'm gonna keep it for a few weeks because it will remind me of you when you're not next to me," you tell Natasha and smile before getting back up to the front seat.

Natasha follows closely behind you, coming up to sit in the driver's seat, she grabs her glasses and cleans them with her shirt and puts the back on her face

"I had a fun time tonight y/n."

"Me too Tash, don't forget I'm coming over tomorrow to listen to your song so you better be ready okay?"

"Okay, I promise I'll be up before 12," She tells you and you both laugh at her promise.

"Yeah, you better, or else I'm telling Melina to take away all of your comics."

"Ha ha ha, you're so funny y/n," Natasha tells you before she starts driving out of the park and driving you back to your house.

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littleemissperfecttt · 7 days ago

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Your new workout routine!?

Summary: You are a very beautiful girl who was forced to marry not one, not two but FIVE men in order to preserve your clans bloodline. How will the marriage workout? Will the five men get along? Will you have a happy life with them?

Warnings: SMUT, Sukuna's true form, ANGST, p in v, two cocks, stomach tongue, oral (f receiving), cumming

A/n: Heyy my their queen readers! I know its been a while since I posted thank you so much for having patience! I started my internship and it took me this long to get used to the schedule I promise from now on I will post every SATURDAYs!!

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Chapter 11

Satoru waited till you woke up and assure himself you were fine before asking you questions on what happened. He was serious.. very serious.. it was the first time you had seen him this serious since the day you met him. It was usually Namami who played the serious role while the others who are older to him played the not so serious role.

You looked away still in his arms as you started explaining what had happened the previous day

"Toji surprised me at work yesterday" you started "we made love in my office... after that Toji started acting strange he-he didn't look at me after that... he didn't take care of me- he didn't even look over to see if I was alright and if I was getting dressed... he was distant and when I asked him any question he didn't respond properly after getting dressed he left"

Satoru opened his mouth to say something but you raised your hand stopping him as you continued

"After he left, his brother? cousin? I-I don't know came into my office... I thought he was a patient of mine and asked him if he needed anything... He introduced himself 'Zenin Naoya' that was his name...he openly checked me out and told me his 'brothers' taste was good and that he wasn't disappointed at all seeing me" you continued

"That bastard..." Satoru muttered under his breath his eyes darkening with rage with each word you spoke though he didn't interrupt you

"He looked at my belly and told me I wasn't 'looking pregnant'" you said as you air-quoted to emphasize on his words "I told him I wasn't pregnant yet and h-he showed me these documents" you tried not to cry again "Toji had signed them.. it was an agreement of selling our first born to the Zenin clan" you wiped your tears "for 500 million yen"

"WHAT!?" Satoru was livid "That freaking bastard! I am going to kill him! No I am going to murder the whole Zenin clan itself!"

F/n pov-

I held Satoru's hand "No.. you can't do that" I said shaking my head

"Why the fuck not?" He asked his voice filled with rage

"Because you will start a war Satoru" I said and looked down "I don't want you to get into trouble because of me"

"I am the strongest sorcerer out there my love... Nobody would dare do anything to me"

"But still I don't want blood in your hands because me... I thought we-I could have a conversation with Toji when he comes back... later you guys can talk" I looked at him as he took a deep breath to calm down

"I will talk to the others.." He said "I know you don't want to see them just yet and I will tell them everything including the fact that you are not comfortable seeing them yet"

"I have to go to work" I said as he approached me to give me a forehead kiss

"You don't have to...I can talk to Shoko and arrange someth-"

I cut him off "nope, this is the second day of my job and I will go"

He chuckled "you are a little too stubborn my love" he kissed my forehead once again "I guess I will leave you to it then" he stood up from the bed showing off his toned body

For a second I forgot everything, I had to control myself from drooling as I looked away "You can see all you want my love my body, my soul, everything belongs to you after all" he kissed me softly as I blushed in embarrassment from getting caught while staring at him

I pulled away from the kiss and cleared my throat still blushing "well umm... I will go get ready then!" I hurried off of the bed to the bathroom to get shower and get dressed

(Timeskip brought to you by the husbands excluding Toji who are planning a murder heist)

Author's pov-

Shoko was nice enough to not ask you any questions when you went to work. She was polite and made sure you knew there was someone who you can rely to. You didn't tell her what had happened as you didn't want to relive the situation again. The day was pretty pleasant other than that you had a few patient (mostly jujutsu high students) with minor injuries. You did your paper work and read some of your clans journal which had all the lessons needed for you so you can become a better doctor and also be a Jujutsu sorcerer

You came back from work exhausted and sweaty so you showered. You realized that the house was empty, your husbands were either out on a mission or are locked up in their room so you can have the space you wanted. Since you read your lessons from the journal you had learnt a few things from it. You had already tried the medical parts of the lesson back at work but now you were excited to learn about the self defense part of the lesson

You wore your workout clothes- sports bra and some comfy pants- and started walking to the Gym to try a few tricks you learnt in theory. As you entered the gym you could feel this was the place where Sukuna and Toji always hung out in. Their cologne's smell was still there faint as they haven't been here in 48 hours but still their. Your throat clogged when you realized Toji was here before he came to your office. Your heart burned with ache for your husband to approach you and tell you all that was all a lie. You would have opened your arms and welcomed him back into your life.

You shook your head to focus on the present and the lesson you wanted to learn for yourself. You went in front of the punching bag and closed your hands raising your fist, you didn't know if your fighting posture was correct but you did it anyway what's there to lose right? You channeled quarter of your cursed and another quarter of your medical cursed techniques power to your fist. You took a deep breath and punched the bag, you gasped as the punching bag flew away as the shredded textile started dripping out of the hole you made on bag. You looked at your fist impressed with yourself and your skill.

"You are going to get hurt if you do that again" a voice came from behind you "your stance is wrong doll" you turned around to see Sukuna

When you saw him all you wanted to do was run to him and cry your heart out. He was the closest to Toji when compared to the others. They were always in here- the gym- working out, fighting one another to get better. Right now you didn't cry maybe because you already cried for a whole

"umm thanks for the advice...?" you said unsure on what to do or what to answer . He sighed scratching the back of his neck "I can teach you" He suggested. 'wow this is awkward' you thought to yourself before you nodded your head

Sukuna never in a million years thought he would be in an awkward conversation that with HIS wife of all the people. He didn't want things to be awkward especially after some douche broke your heart. Well that douche was... not his friend... but the closest thing he could get one. He was shocked to hear what had happened from Gojo and how it had affected you. He could see it in your eyes that you were holding yourself from crying when you saw him and he did not like that at all. It felt like someone was twisting a knife in his heart.

You turned your back on him as he placed his hands on your waist guiding you to the correct fighting stance. He hung up a new punching bag "so first of all you have to hold your wrists like this with fingers like this" he said showing you how to hold your hand so you won't break it. "Then you gotta punch like this" he demonstrated his punch on the punching bag as you nodded understanding

"O-okay" you did exactly as he taught you and this time you had the same result but your fist did not pain like the last time "oh gosh that worked!!" you said excitedly as you hugged him tightly

Sukuna took a deep breathe inhaling your scent as he returned your hug just as tightly "look we need to talk" he said after thinking a lot. You pulled back and looked at him "okay..."

He sat on the bench nearby as he pulled you onto his lap "look I got to know what happened and I know you want space but I can't let my queen rot in her own sorrow without help. I am potrayed as a monster a ruthless one where I care for no one. I have lived for more than a hundred years because of how strong I am and...."

He took a deep breath as he looked into your eyes "I have felt lonely, people avoid me like a plague especially after seeing my true form other than Uraume nobody ever talked to me, other than the white haired bastard and his friend who usually came to annoy the hell out of me" he chuckled, the sound so beautiful to your ears, The Ryomen Sukuna just laughed "don't look so surprised brat I was once a human too, still am- a part of me will always be human.... for you" he said

He tucked a hair strand behind your ear "I am a heartless bastard to everyone but you, you have brought out a part of me that has been gone for a long time and I want you to know that, though I never say it out loud I am feeling a calm in my heart and it seems like I have found myself a home even if that includes those annoying brats, I will always return home to you"

After hearing that your eyes were filled with tears as you hugged him by the neck, you couldn't understand what you were feeling it was joy and sadness mixed. You felt your heart ache for him the number of time people had called him a monster while he fought for them, got injured for them. "Ryomen, can you show me your true form?" you asked wanting to see your husband in his true form so you can get to know him better

Sukuna looked at you as he nodded hesitantly "you should remember I will never ever hurt you in a million years" he kissed your forehead as he slid you down next to him before he stood up "close your eyes darling" he said as you obediently closed your eyes

You could hear clothes tear "open your eyes" he said in a gruff tone there was an edge to his voice that you quiet did not figure out

As you opened your eyes you saw HIM as who he was Ryomen Sukuna the great beast who could destroy more than five special grade curses in five to ten minutes, your husband the man you have given a part of your heart to. He was marvelous so big, so strong you could see the veins on all four of his arms, the tattoo cover his other two arms too, his four eyes trained on your figure, you could see his other mouth too. You didn't know why instead of getting scared you were turned on by looking at him

He turned his face away from you probably embarrassed by your gaze at least that's what you thought "Ryo.. look at me" you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck while a blush fainted your cheeks

He was so surprised that his eyes widened as he looked at you. You didn't not hesitate when he turned to look at you, you pulled him into a kiss "you are so hot Ryo" you murmered on his lips "I-i need you Ryo please" you started leaving kisses on his neck as two of his arms encircled your waist before he slammed you to a wall

"You can't say that" he said huskily as he pulled you into another kiss this time it was more urgent as he started ripping your clothes apart and ripped his pants and boxers too. Gosh this was the sight you could see all day

"Look at you dripping all over just by looking at me" he said as he parted your thighs with two of his hands while the other two locked your hands above your head, the tongue on his belly licked your breasts making you moan, his tongue stayed on your nipples making you cry out

"I am going to ravish you today" He chuckled as he flipped you onto your belly

"Y-you have two cocks too?" you asked shocked "oh yes darling did you not know?" he laughed as he spanked your ass leaving his hand mark there making you moan louder as your pussy clenched in response

"You are going to take them both like a good girl aren't you?" he asked his belly tongue licking your ass as he kissed your nape. You nodded your head eagerly waiting for your husband to ravish you like he promised

"This is going to hurt okay?" he said softly but his voice was filled with desire "it will be like taking your virginity but I will make sure you will feel pleasure after going all the way in" he promised as one of his hand grabbed your face and turned it sideways so he could kiss you

Sukuna slowly entered both his cocks into you as you trembled under "almost done darling" he said nipping your lips to calm you down "there all the way in" he said as you whimpered "tell me when i can move" one of his hands fisted your now free hair as you took a minute to settle him inside of you

"You can move" you moaned he started slowly, one of his hands tugging your hair while the other gripping your hips, while the other two reached your breasts to grope them

You mewled in delight as you started feeling pleasure from his actions. Him giving you all the attention you needed in all the right places

"You feel that?" he pressed his hand on your stomach "I have filled you in till here darling" you certainly could feel him in so deep inside of you that your brain was short circuiting from the pleasure, you were at his mercy today and all you could respond was scream his name "Ryo~~" you cried out making him laugh

"You like that dirty girl?" he asked as his hips buckled making you cry out in pleasure "I asked you something F/n" he said

"Y-yes" you replied back as you drooled all over the floor because of the pleasure

He hissed feeling you clench around his cocks "you about to come dirty girl?" he asked as you nodded your head screaming his name

He slapped your ass again as his other hand tugged your hair "not yet, hold it in" his hips buckled in a faster pace as his third hand reached down to play with you clit

"Ryo I-i can't hold it in anymore" you cried out as you closed your eyes tightly

"You are getting tighter by the minute darling" he grunted "you are clenching around me like a vice" his pace started getting faster the gym was filled with the noises of your cries, his occasional grunt and skin slapping

"Cum for me my dirty girl" he said as your vision darkened as you squirted all over his cock. He also came deep inside you making sure to fill your womb

He chuckled as you fell asleep right after squirting with him still inside of you, he released your hair as pulled out of you hearing a whine leave your lips as he fully pulled out of you "Need more dirty girl?" he laughed as he caressed your face as two of his arms picked you up

You nuzzled into his chest seeking his warmth as his eyes softened "you know if I really did need a heir I would have fucked you like this on our first night" he whispered in your ear "But I need more from you, so much more darling" he teleported to his room

He set you down on his bed as he tucked himself next to you making sure you were still nuzzled into his chest "I love you Y/n Sukuna" he whispered into your ear kissing your forehead before he closed his eyes. He felt peace after a long time as he slept soundlessly as this was the first time in his hundred years of living that he got no nightmares throughout the night.

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collapsedglasshouses · 1 year ago

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HEAVEN KNOWS I AIN'T GETTING OVER YOU || Joakim Karlsson x fem!Reader

picture found on pinterest

PAIRING: ex-husband!Jolly x fem!reader

SUMMARY: When Jolly visits you unannounced on a Tuesday night, you have no idea what it leads to.

WARNINGS: SMUT [oral sex, female receiving; unprotected p in v], possessive!jolly, ANGST, jolly and reader have a daughter together (y/d/n), MDNI, 18+

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @circle-with-me @jilliemiw86 @justeli6 (If you wanna be added to my taglist in general, leave a comment or message me privately!)

A/N: i wrote this in one sitting and i'm so proud of it that i can't hide it for one second longer. i hope you like it! also this isn't proofread, im very sorry ._.

MASTERLIST

[y/d/n = your daughter’s name]

You thought the hardest thing you had ever done in your entire life was the process of deciding to file for divorce from your ex-husband Jolly, but he had proven you wrong. It was that he had signed the papers without an argument or fight. He had just done it.

It had stung, how he came back from a long tour, saw the papers laying on the kitchen counter and just signed them. It hurt but you also knew it was for the best. That he didn’t fight with you was hard, but it also made it in some ironic way easier.

Since you had a daughter together, he came over only on the weekends when he was home from touring and normally, he’d only pick up your daughter and leave again; not really much conversation going on between you except the necessary small talk. He was a good father and human after all, and you were glad for that.

After some time, routine came back and somewhat everything began to feel normal again. You began to date again, and Jolly seemed to live his life to the fullest. You were happy for him.

That changed when your doorbell rang on a Tuesday evening. You were sitting on the couch watching TV when you heard the sound and for the first couple of seconds you thought about not opening the door. After all, it was almost 8 PM and you were kind of scared there would be someone trying to break in or hurt you, but when it rang again you became curious.

“Joakim?” You asked surprised when you saw him standing there.

“Is it true?” He just asked and looked you dead in the eye.

“What?” You answered him confused. He looked like he hadn’t slept properly since he brought back your daughter two days ago.

“On the weekend, y/d/n said you were seeing someone.” He asked, his tone careful, yet you could sense some sort of hurt in his voice.

“Do you maybe wanna come in before you confront me about stuff that hasn’t got anything to do with you?” You grumbled at him in a sarcastic tone, which he ignored while stepping into the place you once called home together.

He walked into the living room, followed by you. There he crossed his arms in front of your chest and looked at you, disappointed.

“What do you want to here, Joakim? I don’t remember that we agreed to be abstinent for the rest of our lives.” You snarled at him and mirrored is gesture.

“Don’t you think it still hurts that I hear that from our daughter instead of you?” He responded in the same tone.

“I don’t know why you suddenly seemed to care.” You grumbled. “Since you didn’t show any interest in me for… how long is it now? One and a half years?”

“You didn’t even let me explain myself and threw the divorce papers at me. How do you think I feel?” He angrily expressed.

“I don’t even need to tell you this, but there is no other guy. I went on two dates. TWO dates, Jolly.” You answered him while ignoring how his statement stung. You knew it had been egoistic of you, but the months before the divorce, he either wasn’t at home or when he was, he didn’t even look at you. You felt unimportant, unloved, neglected. And now he was throwing around these statements. You wished he had done it earlier. You wished he would have opened up to you. The fact that he only did it because he saw the potential danger of another person in your life, hurt you so much.

Jolly took a deep breath. “I feel like we never even talked about this whole separation.”

“You were the one who didn’t ask when I handed you the papers, Joakim.” You said, your tone a lot calmer than it had been before but you still were angry. You were glad that your daughter was having a sleepover at a friend's house that night, otherwise she would have already been downstairs.

When Jolly didn’t say anything for another solid minute, you sighed.

“Don’t you think it is a bit too late to talk now?” You mumbled defeated and ran a hand through your hair. “I hope you know that I didn’t do that to hurt you. We both know it would have ended way uglier if we dragged it out longer than it already had been.”

You saw how Jolly swallowed hard.

“You know I still love you?” He almost whispered and let his hands fall to his sides. When you looked at him like that, he almost looked broken… defeated. For the first time since what felt like ages, you felt like he let his guard down. Like he wasn’t trying to hide his feelings away.

“I know, Jolly.” You answered him. “And I also know that a part of me still loves you and always will, but we both know that this isn’t going to work. At least not like this.”

He slowly took a step towards you, carefully watching your reaction. When you didn’t look reluctant or took a step back, he reached for your hand and grabbed it.

“I am so sorry that all of this happened. I thought about everything that had happened. Long before the divorce. I know how cruel I was to leave you in the dark. To not talk to you when I needed nothing but your comfort. I thought that I would get through everything by myself.” He told you with honesty in his voice.

“You didn’t have to go through everything alone. That is what a marriage is for, Jolly. I would have been more than happy to help you. I still am if you need me.” You whispered out and looked into the eyes of the man you had and still loved so dearly, and you felt how your heart hurt.

“I always need you, y/n. I need you so bad.” Jolly responded and you saw how his eyes became glossy. Without even thinking you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him tightly. You felt how tears started to form in your eyes and it broke your heart when you heard him sniffle for a second.

When you leaned back to look at him, there was this foolish hope in your heart. The hope that you would be able to find back to each other. But your brain knew, even if you did eventually manage to do that, now was not the right time for it.

“Can I kiss you?” Jolly asked and you felt warmth form in your stomach. You knew you should have said no. You knew you should have been strong, but you still nodded.

Your lips met with a ferocity born from years of unspoken words and yearning. The taste of his mouth a bittersweet reminder of everything you had lost.

It felt like you kissed for an eternity and still, when you pulled away, it felt like it wasn’t long enough. You missed him. You missed everything about him, from his small jokes to the way it felt when you fell asleep next to him. He was what made this house a home.

“We shouldn’t.” You whispered against his lips, and he nodded. Before he could even think about letting you go, you pressed your lips against his for a second kiss. This one being much more eager than the previous one.

Slowly but surely, you stumbled towards the couch and soon you were laying under him, lips still connected as if life depended on it. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you couldn’t help but sigh into the kiss.

It didn’t take long until his fingers curled into the waistband of your shorts and panties. For a second, he leaned back to look for consent in your eyes. When you eagerly nodded, he tugged them down your legs.

He kissed you deeply before lowering himself down your body. You shivered when you felt his breath against your core and not even a second later you felt his warm tongue sliding through your folds. He drew skillful circles around your clit. A wave of warmth washed over you as you moaned out his name and it felt so wrong and so right at the same time. You had missed him so much.

Your hand reached for his and he was quick to intertwine your fingers. Your nails pressed into the skin on his hand as your back arched in pleasure.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He pleaded as he raised his head for a second to look at you through his lashed and you felt like you could come on the spot.

“I’m yours, Joakim. I always will be.” You whimpered out and it was all he needed to hear as his head lowered again.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the waves of your orgasm washing over you, as you screamed out his name. Your vision blurred for a second as you came on his tongue. He kissed the inside of your thighs until you slowly came down from your high, before he came up to look at you again.

You grabbed his face and kissed him with such force, he feared to collapsed right on the spot. You could taste yourself on his tongue and the feeling of the fabric of his jeans against your naked cunt made you shiver in overstimulation.

In a swift motion, he turned you on your stomach and you heard how he unzipped his pants. The next thing you felt was hot kisses pressed to the back of your neck and you sighed in need. You needed to feel him, even if it was the last time.

“Do you have a condom?” He groaned into your ear.

“You don’t need one, Joakim. I’m clean and on the pill.” – “Got it.”

You clenched your fists into the fabric of the couch as you felt him enter you. A delicate burn formed inside of you as he stretched your walls. He was gentle but still you let out a small yelp as he bottomed out in one stroke. The small groan that escaped from Jolly’s lips, let you clench around him for a moment.

“God.” He moaned. “I wish I could stay inside of you forever.”

You moaned as a response.

“I’ll make you mine, even if it’s the last time.” He groaned as he slung an arm around your torso, making you slightly sit on him as he thrusted into you.

“I’ll be yours.” You whimpered and reached behind you to grab onto his hair. You moved in a rhythm as you felt the knot tighten in your stomach for a second time. One of Jolly’s hands travelled between your thighs and began to rub small circles on your wet clit.

“God, Jolly. I’m gonna come.” You almost screamed out.

“I’ve got you.” He breathed out as you felt the intense sensation of your second orgasm rolling over you. You felt how your body slowly lost strength, but you held yourself together for him.

You fell forward, leaning on your elbows as his hands grabbed your hips. Shortly after that you felt how he was twitching inside of you and he let out a loud groan as he finished inside of you, his cum filling you up until it began to drip. He grabbed the armrest of the couch in front of you to not let his weight drop on you as he mumbled out small love confessions.

For a couple of moments, neither of you dared to move. He peppered your shoulder with small kisses while you both tried to tame your breaths. Even though, you both didn’t want to, he eventually pulled out of you and got up, as you slowly laid down on your back.

After a minute or so he reappeared with a washcloth and gently cleaned you up, before helping you up from the couch and to the bathroom to go to the toilet.

After you finished and came back to the living room, he handed you your clothes and you both got fully dressed again, before looking at each other in awkward silence.

You knew what he was going to say, before he could even finish.

“Maybe, I should-…” – “Stay.”

He blinked a couple of times as his eyes lit up.

“Y/d/n isn’t coming back until tomorrow after school. You can stay.” You almost whispered and hoped he wouldn’t leave you in that state. “I want you to stay.”

“Okay.” He muttered and nodded slightly. “I will.”

As the two of you sat down on the couch, a wave of guilt washed over you. This was a forbidden taste of the past that only solidified the painful truth. You were bound by a love that could never be, at least not now…

dividers by @saradika-graphics

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f4ggydog · 4 months ago

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tai making van fuck her while shes stressed but shes so stressed she squirts all over van

my oldest request I have yet to fill I'm so sorry to whoever this is I feel so guilty and I feel like my emoji anons hate me :((

"using me as your personal stress relief, huh?" van raises their eyebrow with a beam.

"do you mind?" tai grumbles. "I feel like if I don't get fucked right now, I'll go insane."

"don't know if my strap is the best medicine," van says. "but I'm more than happy to help."

"do you think it'll give me more of a headache?" tai inquires. "think I can't handle it?"

"baby, you're the strongest woman I know. if there's anybody that can handle my strap, it's you."

“enough sweet talking,” tai urges. “give it to me before I get more stressed out with…life in general.”

“so dramatic,” van chuckles, the bed slightly rocking once as they push her 7 inch strap into tai.

tai gasps at the contact, but relaxes very quickly. it isn’t the first time she’s taking strap and she knows that she can trust van with her safety. tai leans back and lets van do all the work. her mind is too cluttered with nonsense and ludicrous thoughts to put effort on her end. but that’s exactly why van is here. their priority is causing that stress to fly out the window. if strap is taissa’s personal therapy, van will gladly pay for it.

tai clenches around van’s cock and releases a high pitched moan, the warmth of the dildo and taissa’s cunt mixing beautifully. taissa loosens up very quickly and van flicks her clit to add another layer of pleasure onto the gratification taissa was already receiving.

van bottoms out and taissa’s pussy engulfs the strap. van wanted to fuck tai until she couldn’t even remember her own name. van wanted to use tai until she didn’t have a single negative thought left in that ambitious brain. van wanted tai to completely crumble in her arms. and if that meant fucking her like the world would end soon, van would become a doomsday messenger.

taissa heaves as she feels van’s lips on her neck, planting delicate kisses in the areas that would make taissa jump most. tai can hardly respond properly to the merciless fucking, her brain a mess and her thoughts rushing to the thought of cumming.

“please van,” tai pants. “don’t you fucking stop. don’t you dare.”

“i’m not, baby. I promise.”

“don’t fucking stop, van. s-shit. shit, I’m gonna…”

“breathe,” van encourages. “breathe. you’ve got this. you’ve got this. breathe.”

“v-van fuck, I’m getting so close. can’t even get my head together, fuck! so much for fucking the stress out of me!”

“well I’m doing just that, aren’t I?” van teases. but the smirk on their face is wiped off by taissa’s next action.

a stream of liquid shoots out. van’s mouth goes open with pure shock as they watch their girlfriend experience pleasure like never before. tai’s mouth is agape with deep rapture as her body squirms and writhes. the bed is stained with taissa’s arousal as the waves of her insane high crash all around her.

it was a sight to behold, one that van wished they could frame and put in a museum.

once taissa rides out her high, she slaps van on the arm and giggles. yeah, she’s totally not stressed anymore. thank fucking god for that.

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burntoutvibin · 5 months ago

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I May Not Bite, But He Does

Both by law and social standards, it is unacceptable to bite an omega on the nape of the neck, causing temporary paralysis, unless consent is received beforehand.

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Viktor would never bite Jayce's nape without his permission, it was so wrong on so many levels and a complete betrayal of his trust

Not everyone shares the same sentiment about Piltover's Golden Boy

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: A/B/O, Attempted SA, Violence, Blood

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"I won't be long, the papers I need should be pretty easy to find" Viktor said as he headed out the doors of the lab towards the Academy's storage.

"I'll miss you for every second you're gone my love" Jayce exclaimed, dramatically placing a hand over his heart and the other against his forehead, Viktor groaned and picked up his pace to hurry out the door.

"You disgust me, Talis" Viktor called as disappeared out of view, Jayce could hear the smirk in his voice as his partner walked away.

"Love you toooooo~" Jayce smiled, turning back to the blackboard in front of him. The calculations on the board swirled together into nonsense with how long Jayce had been staring at it, he and Viktor had been pondering over this project for almost two weeks now with almost no progress. Viktor had finally given in and had gone to collect some old research papers from the Academy's archive that may be what they needed to finally hit a breakthrough.

Despite how frustrating their research had been over the past few weeks, being able to spend more time in the lab with his partner made Jayce incredibly happy. With his heat fast approaching within the next few days, his inner omega was practically purring with the proximity of his mate.

The sound of the door creaking open once more pulled Jayce's attention away from the blackboard.

"That was fast, I didn't even have any time to write any heartbroken poetry" He joked lightly, awaiting the annoyed noise that he knew Viktor would respond with.

But it never came.

"V?" Jayce frowned turning to look at the door, just as he thought the door was open but no one was in the doorway, had Viktor forgotten to close the door on his way out? No, that wasn't Viktor at all.

"Is somewhere there?" Jayce questioned, placing the chalk down that he was holding, perhaps someone had mistaken their lab for another room and needed directions? Despite Jayce's questioning, no one answered, the door must have not shut properly and swung open with someone walking past.

With a shrug, Jayce began to walk over to close the door once more

Only to feel a strong hand wrap around the front of his throat from behind, yanking him backwards against an unfamiliar chest.

Before he had time to react, sharp teeth clamped down on the nape of his neck causing his heart to seize in terror, eyes widening in panic as that dreadful heavy feeling began to overcome his limbs. Jayce attempted to flail his arms backwards towards his assailant but the neck down paralysis was acting too fast for him to be able to defend himself.

In a final effort of self-preservation, Jayce opened his mouth to yell out for help only for the gloved hand on his throat to slap over his mouth, muffling his last attempts of rescue from what he knew was coming.

"Easy there, pretty boy, don't make this harder than it needs to be" Hot breath hit his ear sending disgusted shivers down Jayce's non-feeling spine, attempts to bite at the hand clasped over his mouth were fruitless, the leather preventing his teeth from doing any real damage.

"Feisty huh? Even better" The man behind him growled as he began lowering Jayce's limp body to the floor.

Jayce couldn't help but whimper as thoughts began running through his head about what was going to happen to him. He was completely paralyzed from the neck down for at least the next ten minutes, no one was around, and the man's bruising grip on his face stopped him from calling out for somebody, anybody's help and Viktor-

Viktor wouldn't be back for at least thirty minutes.

He was completely and utterly trapped.

This man could do whatever he wanted to him and there was nothing he could do about it

And by the way he was attempting to pull at Jayce's uniform, he already knew he was not going to like it one bit.

The man huffed out a laugh before leaning over Jayce's form, bringing his mouth close to his ear once more as he spoke "Don't need to pretend you don't like it, sweetheart, I can smell the heat on you" his voice felt slimy and gross against Jayce's skin

No that heat was not for him

It was for Viktor

Viktor

His partner, his mate

His alpha

----------------- Viktor never forgot his keys

How on earth did he manage to forget his keys?

They were always on him

Maybe he was in too much of a rush to get away from Jayce's dramatics to remember to pick them up

Regardless of how he forgot them, now it meant turning around and walking back to the lab to retrieve them before he could get the papers he needed.

Thankfully, Viktor had only been two corridors away from the lab when he had realized the lack of keys in his pocket, at least it wasn't going to be two trips to the storage room.

Viktor sighed as he turned the corner that led down to his and Jayce's shared lab, his partner would tease him over this for at least a few days.

At least they would have something else to talk about rather than the damn research that continuously mocked them from the blackboard.

As Viktor closed in on the lab, his ears pricked up at a strange and soft high-pitched sound coming from the set of doors at the end of the corridor. He slowly came to a stop and strained to listen closer.

Something within the quiet and murmured sounds made every hair on Viktor's body stand on edge, his stomach churning with a sick feeling.

Suddenly, like a bucket of cold water was thrown over him, realization hit him, his confusion turning into a primal rage and possessiveness.

It was an omega’s distress call

His omega’s distress call

Without thinking about the consequences, Viktor began running as fast as he could, unable to suppress the rumbling growls that spilt from him as he closed in on whatever or whoever was hurting his mate.

If it was someone, they were going to regret laying a finger on his omega

Viktor crashed against the door with his shoulder, causing it to fly inwards and smash against the wall next to the frame. An inhumane growl resonated deep within his chest as he saw red at the scene in front of him.

A man bent over his Jayce. One of his filthy hands was over Jayce's mouth, attempting to silence the distress-filled whines he was emitting and the other attempting to pull at his partner's belt. Jayce's panicked scent was flooding the room, a strong mix of vinegar and acid hit Viktor hard, almost making his eyes water as he stalked closer to the figure who still had not noticed him.

"That's a good little omega, just lay there nice and still" Viktor felt the fire within his chest rage to an even higher level as the man mocked his immobilized partner. With all the strength he could muster, Viktor lifted his cane over his shoulder before bringing it down as hard as he could over the creep's head with a sickening CRACK.

The figure over Jayce let out a loud yelp before crumpling to his side, his hands clasped over his head where Viktor had struck. Not letting any more time go to waste, Viktor pushed the man as far as he could from Jayce with the end of his cane before moving to protectively place himself over his partner, a low and possessive growl leaving him as he glared daggers at the man.

"Stay away from him" Viktor could feel his sharp alpha fangs crowding his mouth as he spat at the limp man on the ground. Blood could be seen leaking through the man’s fingers and onto the lab's grey floor below, yet Viktor could not feel even the slightest bit sorry for the pathetic excuse of a beta in front of him, it was the least he deserved.

"Viktor?! Wha-What happened?!" A familiar feminine voice exclaimed from the lab's entrance, Viktor couldn't hold back the instinctual growl that left him at the newcomer’s presence, his body tensing to protect Jayce further if need be.

Sky's wide and surprised stare towards him made his overprotective mindset relax sparsely, returning his attention to the situation in front of him.

The man who had been attempting to assault Jayce was on the ground bleeding

And Jayce was underneath him still paralyzed, seemingly still believing he was in danger as he continued to let out heartbreaking whimpers and cries that shot directly at Viktor’s heart.

“Get the enforcers, now” Viktor commanded. Sky didn’t ask any questions, only nodding before turning on her heels and running out of the lab.

Viktor inhaled sharply through his nose and moved to no longer be over Jayce, rather kneeling close to his head. Wanting nothing more than to gather his mate into his arms and soothe him, he knew that his scent still held far too much anger and bitterness, it would only cause Jayce’s already panicking system even more distress.

Inhaling deeply and meaningfully, Viktor forced his body to calm and fill his scent with soothing pheromones that Jayce required. With a gentle chuffing noise, Viktor leaned down closer to Jayce's face, his heart squeezing painfully at his lover's fearful scrunched-up expression.

“Jayce. Jayce my sweet omega, it is alright, he cannot hurt you anymore” Viktor rumbled softly, moving to lay down near Jayce's tall form to appear less threatening.

At the sound of his voice, Jayce's distress calls slowly trailed off, being replaced by a shaky tear tear-filled whimper, yellow eyes opening to meet Viktor's concerned and loving amber staring back at him.

“A-Alpha” Jayce whined, frustration laced his expression as he was still unable to move from the neck down.

“Shhh, uklidni se, it's alright, I'm here now. May I touch you?” Viktor questioned, receiving a nod and gentle whimper in response.

Not having to be told twice, Viktor quickly slotted himself into Jayce's space, wrapping his body around Jayce's taller frame. Viktor softly swiped his cheek against Jayce's, scenting him before moving his partner's head to rest against his main scent glands under his jaw. Jayce's nose burrowed against his neck with a sniffle, his words coming out shaky and uncertain.

"He... he bit... he was trying to-" His voice caught in his throat as a sob bubbled up, Viktor hushing him softly in response with a hand carding through his soft hair.

"I know lásko but you are safe now, I have you" There was little else he could do until Jayce was able to move again. Viktor's mind drifted to the emergency nest he and Jayce had built a while ago in one of their spare storage closets, taking Jayce there right now would be perfect.

However, Jayce was not a small man in any sense, even with the adrenaline that had allowed him to seemingly run back to the lab Viktor would not be able to lift Jayce all the way to their nest.

So for the time being, the two of them were stuck on the floor. Waiting for the feeling to come back to Jayce’s body.

“Does your head hurt at all lásko? He didn’t drop you?” Viktor questioned, unable to suppress the small angry rumble that laced his tone. Thankfully, Jayce shook his head against his throat.

“No, I’m not injured I don’t think…” Jayce’s voice trailed off into a whimper causing Viktor to frown, his hand pausing in his partner’s hair.

“Jayce? What is it?”

“Don’t let go of me… please…”

“Never”

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This was sitting in my docs for ages and ages, I could have written more but I couldn't find words, my brain is mushy I've seen this concept written before, but I thought I'd take my shot at it

I just love A/B/O and love Viktor being overly protective of his man and of course, Jayce whump ̶M̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶w̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶J̶a̶y̶c̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶ ̶s̶t̶r̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶h̶o̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶s̶

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Translations: Love: lásko Calm down: uklidni se (I apologize for any mistakes, please correct me if need be!)

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