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ktchie · 2 years ago

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'Keep your mouth shut and your legs open'

Ted lasso x Reader

Smut and fluff

♡other tags: p in v, unprotected sex (don't do it or you'll die), cunnulingus, cum eating, vaginal fingering, soft dom!Ted, praising and degrading.

♤2.6k words

◇ y'all fuck in his office, what more do you want?

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"Stop squirmin' so much, sugar" he mumbled in your ear, hot breath making your stomach coil. "And keep your pretty litte mouth close, don't want others to hear ya' but me"

You sat on his lap, legs wide open and slung on either side of his thigh. His fingers deep in your cunt, wet with slick and his spit.

The sounds of your pussy was filthy, soaking his khakis with every move of his arms. It makes your ear go hot and toes to curl. The image of you spread out on his office with your bare cunt weeping wasn't helping you either, it makes you feel dirty, like some cheap slut for him to use whenever he grew bored.

"Take a look at that" he spread his slick fingers apart in 'v', two web of precum connecting in between. "ain't it pretty?.." he then suck it with a loud pop "sweet too, makes me wanna put my whole face deep in that pretty cunt of yours, can I?"

You nodded your head mutely, brain could barely form any words aside from moans and whimpers. Ted chuckled at you before pressing peck on your cheek, sweet and gentle as if he wasn't breaking you apart on his lap with his fingers shiny with your slick.

"Gonna put you down yeah? Sit you 'ere on my spot so I can kneel down" Ted did exactly what he told you, carrying you as he stood up before putting you on his office chair, panties on your ankles and your skirt somewhere on the carpet.

He kneeled down slowly, his once innocent eyes bright with pure happiness and adoration were now darken with lust, almost wild, like a man starve. He stared at the spot between your things "Look'a that" four fingers touch your cunt, smearing your juices and making a mess. " 's pretty, and all for me ain't that right, hun?"

You nodded your head, almost squealing when Ted push your thighs apart, putting them on the arms of his office chair and leaning close to your cunt. "Need your words, baby doll. Tell me its all f'me"

" 's alll yours" you said almost in daze, your hand gripping your shirt thight halfway to your belly button. He had told you to do it earlier, command you do it so he could see his fingers disappearing in your pussy.

"Thats right" he mumbled before he blew on it, smiling as you shivered.

"This what you want, sugar? To be spread out in my office where everybody can walk in and see you actin' like this?" He lick a slow stripe of your cunt, you whimpered lowly. "Bet it is, hm? You've always been the filthy one. Even humpin' on my cock when I told you not to, who would have thought my perfect girl could be so disobedient?"

You feel like you were drowning, his words almost like a fleeting whisper as you sat there, chest panting and mouth agape. He was breaking you, pulling you apart until you turn into nothing but a toy for him to use. You clamped your mouth shut when you felt him lick you, poking your clit from the hood of your pussy before sucking it on his mouth with a filthy sound.

"Mhm!" You moaned through your palm, arching your back and gasping when he push it back down.

"Stay still" he ordered before diving back in, not even giving you a second to breath. He captured your clit between his lips, pulling before sucking it, even going as far as to pressed his face further and lapping at your cunt. His tounge now on your throbbing hole, slurping any slick he could taste with his nose bumping your bundle of nerves.

"T-ted!" You moaned loudly as he started to aggressively eat you out, lapping and sucking like a man deprived of anything good in his life. He's tasting you like it would be his last, as if there's a noose around his neck ready to pull at a drop of a silver pin. "S-shit!" You threw your head back and slithered your fingers on his brown locks and pull, he groaned loudly as you did so but did not relent his actions.

Your pussy is fluttering at every poke of his tounge, your slick dripping down on the leather chair and towards his chin. He was a mess but the way he looks at you made you think he actually loves being dirty like this. He pulled away to kiss the inside of your thighs, lips shimmering with your juice and his spit.

"Stay still for me, would ya?" He had asked before pulling both of your thighs forward and making you slide down - you're half hanging on the chair and half laying down. "There we go, sweetheart. Be good f' me. Let me make this pretty pussy cry hm? Give you what you been wantin' for" he kiss your cunt briefly before he took two of his fingers and slowly push it in, you groaned loudly before pressing a palm on your mouth.

"Shhhh, I know. But you gotta keep quiet, alright darlin? Don't want those boys hearin' you while I'm fucking your cunt." He stated lowly, eyes stuck on the way you swallow his fingers, as if your pussy was hungry for everything he can offer."So fuckin' wet, sugar. Should have punish you y'know? Comin' on my work with that short skirt on, teasin' me and pretending you don't know a thing when I called ya out" he clicked his tounge with that stern tone that made your stomach coil and pussy throb. "Youre lucky i love ya' or else ill have ya on my knees right now, that sweet ass red from my palm and crying pretty tears. But I dont wanna hurt ya'" he licked his lips as a slick drip down from your pussy "can't have my pretty girl suffering, I don't think my poor heart can take it" he said before leaning down, capturing your hard clit on his mouth and giving a loud hard suck that had your thighs shaking and back arching.

"NGHHH!" your moans were muffled by your palm, eyes rolling back and jerking on every thrust of his hand.

Ted pry your thighs apart before his palm pressed on your lower abdomen, adding to your sensitivity and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and ecstasy. He pulled away from your cunt, his hands slowly going faster and reaching for that hidden nerves that made you want to melt.

"So fucking pretty like this, darlin'" he praised you while he ruin you. "Such a pretty girl" he pecked your lips but you didnt have the right mind to even respond properly, you are out of it, your mind nothing but empty air and your body knows nothing but pleasure. He pressed his face into your neck, inhaling your scent as he put his other hand on the wall to keep him grounded while he fucked your pussy roughly. He groaned when you groaned and moaned when you moaned, he buried his face further into your throat, licking your skin and pressing to you close as you claw on his nape, you were shaking at this point, eyes closed and mouth agape.

His fingers were loud in your cunt, filthy and animalistic. He hit your spot at every thrust, chuckling at every swallowed sob of your blubbering mouth. "Too much hm? Better take it, you haven't even cum yet"

You keep your eyes closed tightly as you feel the coil on your stomach tightening, your pussy fluttering on his fingers, squeezing it tight and soaking it with your slick. You held onto him as you came, toes curling and teeth burried on his shoulder.

"There ya' go, that's my good girl, that's a sweetheart. So good for me, so fuckin' perfect" he kissed your cheeks repeatedly as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, not stopping even when your tears soak his shirt.

"Mgh! To-too sensitive" you had said but you chased his fingers when he almost pulled away. "Just a little longer, dolly. Wanna see you cum again"

You shook your head to say no, you could feel your cum dripping down the chair, could feel it stick to the inside of your thigh but Ted still didn't stop, only push forward. "Come on, darlin' you can do it"

"T-ted i-fuck, please I cant-"

"Yes you can" he kissed your forehead, lingering a little too long that you could feel your heart flutter. "Come on, I know you can do it. Just one more time, let go for me, sugar. Make me proud"

You came again with a silent cry, thighs shaking and eyes rolled back as Ted mumbled praises and sweet nothing in your ears.

"Good girl, there we go" he stated, his thrust slowing down.

"Love you, you did so good" he kissed you gently before pulling back, the fingers that were once buried in your cunt were now gone and you watch, with hooded eyes and heaving chest as he sucked it on his mouth.

"Ted.." you mumbled as you watched him undo his belt, the clashing mental echoing on the silent room as he watched you with dark eyes and a subtle smirk.

"Somethin' wrong, sweetheart?" He had asked coyly, pulling his khakis down lightly. "Ya need something?" He pulled his cock out of his boxers and it made you salivate, made you want to lean down and take it to your mouth, taste him like he had tasted you and make him fall apart.

"Fuck.." you whispered as you watch him thread his fingers to his slightly messy hair, licking his lips as he did so. Warm hands, almost enveloping the entirety of your thigh spread you apart once again, as if you're nothing but a toy.

"Keep those legs open f' me, yeah? Finally gonna give you my cock, sweetie. you'll behave, won't you?"

You nodded your head at his question, your pussy twitching at every movement he makes. His thumb caressed the skin in your inner thigh before he leaned down and spit on your throbbing cunt.

Your breath hitched as you stared at his large cock, dripping with precum and bobbing with need. It always makes you wonder how you can fit it in, how Ted makes you take it because seeing it now so so close, it almost seems like impossible.

"Dont worry your pretty little head, sugar" he licked his lips, lining up his cock on your sopping entrance. "It'll fit"

He thrusted slowly, gripping the flesh on your hips and thumb caressing your tummy. He groaned as as you clenched, holding on his arms as he swallowed the moan threatening to escape your mouth.

"F-fuck, almost there, darlin' almost there" he mumbled as he buried his face on your neck, mumbling curses as he move. His right hand push your thigh forward, folding you in half with a loud groaned as he finally bottom out. You moaned in return, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.

"There we go, sweetheart. There we fuckin' go, shit- told ya It'll fit, you're fuckin' made for me" he growled and suddenly thrusted a little harder, hitting that hidden bundle of nerves deep inside you. It made you choke on your own saliva and whimpered loudly. "Pretty pussy, made just f'me ain't that right, princess?" He held your cheek between his hand before pulling you for a kiss, swallowing your moans.

You gasped as he started to move a little faster, rocking the chair beneath the both of you. You feel so full, his cock stretching you so widely you know you'll feel him till morning.

"Feel me in here?" He ask as he pressed a palm on your tummy, chuckling when he felt a dull bump beneath his hand. "You do don't ya? Cock so big im all up your fuckin' guts, its a suprpise you can still keep quiet hm?"

"P-please" you almost sobbed pathetically as he continue to hit that spot inside of you that makes you want to bury your head into his chest and screamed. "P-please, Ted"

He cooed and grab your face, his thumb swirling on your wet bottom lip as you stared up to him with daze eyes and agape mouth, head filled with nothing but air and the pleasure of his cock. "What is it, darlin? Need something from me?"

You nodded dumbly, sucking his thumb into your mouth and groaning loudly when he moaned and thursted forward rather harshly. "Te-tell me what you need, come on-shit, come on sweetheart. Ya know ill gave it to ya, just say the word" he push his thumb forward, caressing the pad of your tounge before pulling it out and putting it in your clit. "Cum? Wanna cum, is that it? Does my pretty dolly wanna cum?"

"Y-yes, want to cum, please Ted please" you begged pathetically, tears brimming in your eyes from all the pleasure you're receiving. Your pussy practically weeping.

"Shhh, I know, I know. Aint gonna have to beg yeah? Don't have to, you know ill give to ya" he groaned and clenched your hips harder. "Fuckin love ya so much ill give the whole goddamn world to you" he confessed before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, Ted tasted like salt and sweet and love and promises you know you'll keep, you pulled him towards you and embrace him as his cock drilled into your wet cunt, you held him so close you could barely breath. "I got you, sweetheart. Shi-shit squeezin me so tight" he held the back of your chair and started ramming into you fast, almost too much.

"Mmhh" he whimpered, thumb moving into your clit a little bit faster now and more sloppier. "M' close.." he whispered and put his forehead into you, closing his eyes "come with me, honey. Please" he begged so beautiful your heart ache, you nodded at his request and captured his face into the both of your palm before kissing him gently.

"I love you" you whispered and soon enough you were coming, your toes curling and your back lifting. Ted clenched his jaw and lightly pulled your hips up and started fucking you like it was his last.

"Fuck!" Soon enough he had come, throwing his head back and his hips stuttering. Whimpering and twitching whenever you clenched tight.

"S-shit, sweetheart" he breathed heavily before looking down on you, flashing you that love sick smile partnered with his blushing cheeks.

You grin up to him and kiss him passionately, soft and gentle and filled with adoration.

"Ya should come here more often" he had said with a cheeky grin, moving away to tuck himself back to his jeans before gently putting your panties back into you.

You scoffed "and you said I'm the dirty one"

Ted laugh lightly "oh well I guess we both have our moments. But um-" he looked down, suddenly shy as if he wasnt just rearranging your guts a second ago. "I would really love it if you come here more often and we dont hav'ta..y'know..just wanna spend time with ya, that's all"

You breathed a sigh and pull him close and kiss his nose. "Youre too cute"

"Does that mean you'll come again tomorrow?" He gave you his very best puppy eyes, the one that would make even the gods bend their knee.

You rolled your eyes affectionately "Of course ill come" you smiled at him slightly "I don't think I can sayo no to that pretty face"

He grinned cheekily. "I know"

Ted kissed your knuckles and you suddenly realize that you don't mind marrying this man and maybe even going into his work very day, seeing him like this is worth it anyway.

#i enjoy writing angst more ngl #ted lasso can you please move on from michelle and kiss me instead?#ted lasso 'fuck me till the room shakes and crumble and we create an ecosystem between us' challenge!#ted lasso has a filthy mouth #jason sudeikis the man that u are #ted lasso would love you so purely i just know #ted lasso #jason sudeikis #ted lasso x reader #fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso gif is not mine #Ted Lasso smut #sub!reader

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missamyrisa2 · 10 months ago

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I think about you tickling my nipples and between my legs a looooooot more than I probably should… any thoughts on that? 😅🖤🖤

Oooh y'knowwww~ endlesssssss

Particularly on how to solve the triangle puzzle ~ because you have threeeee lovely royal buttons for me, all ready for teases and tickles but I'm a little limited on my options for how to press them all at once with tickly touchesss ~ and alsooo how to sequence those tickles. It's like, I have to unlock your sweeeet gigglemoans and I can't just go in like willynilly tickling tickling tickling with my fluttering fingers over your chest buttons to your pearl.

Or maybe I can~

Maybeeee I'll just tickle with reckless abandon for a bit huhhhh~ get you allll wiggly squirmyyyy on this tickle chair with your legs so gently spread and snugly secure, your arms on armrests as if you're relaxing during all this fun, and of course that gorgeoussss pair of girly buttons alllll exposedddd~ Oooh sorry I'm gonna snicker taunt youuu sooo much because I just loooove ticklish buttons and I love diving right in, no pretense no buildup, just my fluttering wiggly fingers coming down like the ticklerain to spread over your chesttttt ~ chasing your every struggle and squirm and resistance to the silly sounds you know you wanna make. Awww sooooo tough and gothyyyy huhhhh silly giggles and squeaks aren't for you nooooo~

Which'll get you niceeee and warmed up so I can drift down down down and get that pearlyyy pearl. Oooh I see her volunteering yesss I dooooo ~ and I'm gonna make you watch while I wiggle my index finger near that pearlie oh yes I ammmm ~ ahhh ah ahh not touching, you can't get mad not touching you can't get mad! Just wiggglyy wigglyy tickly nail riiiight over that pearlyyy oooh teases sooo bad huhhh~ you say pleeease miss amy please make me alll giggly sweet moany and girlyyyyyy take away all my toughnessss and just tickle me to bits oh pleeease miss amy you sayyy~

Ah yes, what to do with you though, what to do with a girly girl with threeee ticklish buttons that neeeed to be sequenced for the gigglegasm hmmmm? How do we gigglemilk you after all? Ahhhh I think ~ I thiiiink you neeeeed the kissssiessss! Oooh but which button to kisssss ~ mmmh. Maybe the left? The riiiiightt? Tickle tickle~ let's see which one makes you more squirmy when I take this fluffy makeup brush to it. Are you more ticklish on the leftttt? The riiiight? Tickle tickle ~ tell me which is more ticklish or I will continue~

I mean I'm gonna tickle you anyway but thanks for playing darling ~ Let's just start on the left, shall we? Kissyyyy kissyyyy while your other button gets this makeup brush twirlinggggg and ooh yess why yes I did bring this black feather just for you, just for your pearlyyyy ~ it's soooo soft but a lil stiffff mmhmm soo perfect for those itchyyyy tickles on a cute royal button ~ mmhmm mmhmm now we're getting somewhere, now we're getting to the good stuffff. I have this kinda plump lower lip you seeee ~ did you notice? I've always been a little meh about it, like I have no upper lip but then I have this big ol lower lip. And oooh it's kindaaa perfecttt for teasing buttonsss because it's a bigggg softtt fluffyyyy loveyyy touch~ and sooo good at capturing your button with a hug so I can kissy kisyyyy~

Mmmmhh how's that feeeel? Getting your buttons tickles all together like this? A feather stroking your pearlllll ~ a blushyy brush grazing your chest button and me loving on the other chest button ~ yes moan it out, be moany. Be ticklish. Be desperate. Now we switch. Little lickle ticklessss on the other buttonnnn and that kisssy kissed nipply nipple gets the featherrrrr ~ just taunting little tickles on that rosyyy button while ooh yesss your pearly is getting her makeover now, blushyy blush brushh up and down and around and around. Gotta get her niiiice and tickled pink~

Awwww what's thatttt? You wanna gigglecum? You wanna gigglecum for your ticklemama? That's right you fucking do! I know. I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm wrecking your shit you can't do nothing about it, no you can't. That's why I'm going down here and I'm going to nibble up these thighs and milk your giggles out until you're begging for it. Begging for your tickles and for me to make you gigglecum. Can you just stand it? Can you even standddd how ticklish and cute you are? Yes, I think we're making out with that pearly pearl now. Only the lightest kisses for that regal button while my fingers tickle your chest buttons til you can't see straight. Oh you can gigglecum whenever you wantttt. I don't make you hold back. I make you lose control and beg for more and I'm not gonna stop nooooo~ coochie cooooo~

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lixenn · 10 months ago

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@mimiruku

Getting surprise attacked not by this question! Thank you so much for stopping by Jojo!

Edit: I fucked up and posted this on accident when it wasn't ready yet. So I deleted it and made it a seperate post. Sorry about that OTL

I'll try my best to answer it 🫡 (Disclaimer: the time line here is a bit of a mess. Since Housekeeping AU is pre-canon most of tenth gen would be itty bitty but for the sake of this ask just assume I'm talking about the canon versions)

Dan

Squalo (romantic) Squalo and Dan simply vibe. The Captain and the Chief. Loud and quiet. Co-parenting the assassin nutcases together, complaining about the latest stunt some idiot pulled, despairing over Xanxus throwing stuff habit. They are comrades in suffering, your honour. Their bond is forged with blood (not theirs), ink (from all the paperwork) and alcohol (because they need it), it's unbreakable trust👍(beware the bickering though because there's lots of it when these two get going).

Xanxus (romantic) Now, while Squalo and Dan share similarities, Xanxus and Dan are pure contrast. Xanxus is one of the few people that can really rile Dan up, for some reason he knows how to press all his buttons and regulary breaks Dani-boy out of his shell. Squalo brings calm and rest, while Xanxus brings fire and passion. And lots of swearing.

Lal (platonic) Lal and Dan are a great duo. Both competent, both no-nonsense, both sick of training idtiots and dealing with their bosses. They would get along great, quietly exchanging stories over a glass of wine while their partners off doing stupid shit (which they are steadily ignoring). Their friendship would get so much done, they would terrify anyone into submission with a soul piercing stare, it'd be fun!

Fon (platonic) These two haven't met and I don't know if they ever will but they would chill togehter, drinking tea. Just relaxing. Dan would appreciate Fon's zen and ability to kick ass, because he values competence in all forms.

Tsuna (platonic) Dan truly understands Tsuna's plight. Surrounded by chaos, constantly dragged into nonsense... When you just want some godforsaken peace and quiet. They would bond over the craziness that is their life and Dan would teach alll the ways to cope with the chaos (there may be alcohol involved).

Dave (all platonic cause Dave is on the aro spectrum)

Lussuria Sharing a passion with fashion and gossip, Dave and Luss get on like a house on fire. They regualary meet up for spa sessions where they exchange the hottest tea and bitch about Chief not taking care of himself. Sometimes they fuck, sometimes they just giggle and paint each others nails, it very much depends on the mood.

Reborn Chaos gremlins stand united! Dave and Reborn are two peas in a pod, living for the trolling, making everyone's life hell just for the lols. Chief's chaos sense will go haywire should they ever meet and he will instantly cash in all his vacation days at once, cause he ain't dealing with the clean up no sireee~

Bel Another litlle shit going on the list. Dave and Bel are competing over the top spot of: driving Chief to homicide and let me tell you it's a close race. Davey-boy and Baby-Bel love getting up to mischief together, with Dave trying to hold back some of Bel's murderous tendencies. (Dave prefers pschological torment and he's not really that much of a fan of corpse clean up). You could see their relationship as brotherly but if you mention it to either of them they will probably hiss and bite/stab you.

Haru Dave would find Haru adorable! Look at her! Designing funky custumes, eating all the cake and chasing after love. How cute! Dave approves! They would bake cake together, talking about boys (while Dave gives all the wrong advice because he doesn't know shit about romance actually).

Chrome Dave takes on look at Chrome and instantly takes her under his wing. He'd see the look in her eyes, her shy demeanour and thin figure and feel like he's staring into one of these fun house mirrors. Like recognises like. He'd try his best not to spook her, soften his edges a bit and then get some food in her. They'd cook together with Dave showing her the ropes, telling her funny stories all the while, trying to make Chrome laugh. Their relationship would have a bittersweet taste but with a satisfying finish at the end.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr oc #ask answered #technically if i hadn't fucked up #khr daniele costa #khr dave #the housekeeping au #hope this satisfies the curiousity and makes at least some kind of sense

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zeetasposts · 4 years ago

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Arthur - Drive from hell

Fandom: Ikevamp

Pairings: Arthur x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1600

Warning: Learning to drive.... so yeah

Comments: Eeeeep, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TANIIIII! Hope you have the best day! //dances around ❤❤ ❤Sending ya alll the hugs and yummo birthday cake! 😳🥺! 🥺😳❤🌈 @nuttytani

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“You ready, duckling?” Arthur asked, full of beans, climbing from the driver’s seat and doing a light lil ol jogging around the car to open the passenger door for you.

Today was the day! You were now officially legal, and Arthur had taken it upon himself to teach you how to drive. To say you were nervous would be a gross understatement— you had barely, BARELY even passed your learners exam, and now here you were, about to be sat behind the wheel of arguably your greatest challenge yet, a 4x4 Hilux, a beast of a car in its own right.

You had already started regretting your life decisions when Arthur had to give you a hand up to get into the big beast of a car, never mind barely being tall enough to see over the steering wheel.

“Safety first, Luv,” he grinned from the passenger seat, reaching across you to help secure your seatbelt as you acclimated yourself to the change in position. How strange it was to be sitting on the other side, peddles below, massive wheel in front. And not to mention all the switches and buttons— so many little things that you had no idea what they were for or how they worked— and yet all so tempting to press and try out.

You looked over at Arthur, anxiety only growing as you had no idea where to even begin. “Alrighty, let’s get this show on the road,” he clapped his hands together, smiling broadly as he put on a pair of blue polka dot sunglasses.

Truly this man had far too much faith in you.

“Arthur, are you sure about this?” you asked one final time before placing your one foot on the clutch while the other pushed the brake—you know, just in case.

“Of course, what kind of rotten boyfriend would I be if I couldn’t even teach my lovely lady how to drive, now first things first, the safety checklist.”

He held up his gloved hand, counting off all the points to remember when driving, “Number one, make sure the car is in neutral before starting it. Number two, keep your foot on the clutch. Number three, turn the ignition all the way, and once you are ready to rumble, release the handbrake and slowly lift your foot from the clutch as you step on the gas. Got it?”

You nodded, half the instructions going completely over your head— you got this, you got this, you kept repeating to yourself like a mantra.

Your shaky hands reached for the keys, turning them until the car roared to life.

“I did it! I DID IT! Loook Arthur, look! I switched the car on!” you exclaimed, smiling brightly at Arthur, who clapped his hands together in praise.

Next, you slowly release the clutch forgetting all about the petrol and hand brake, causing the car to lurch forward and stall. You let go of a high pitched squeak, eyes going wide and knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel.

Clam as ever, Arthur patted you on the head, “Ah, it’s alright, Luv, see nothing to be afraid of; you simply forgot to step on the gas.”

It appeared as though Arthur had nerves of steel talking you through every instruction, patiently teaching you, and frankly, it wasn’t before long; you actually got the car moving. More than moving even, you were DRIVING!, no jerky movements, just girl vs the open road! Oh, the freedom and sense of independence were exhilarating, even at 20km per hour.

Meanwhile, Arthur was having a very different experience from the passenger seat.

Oh Lord Arthur was thankful he had taken you out to an abandoned field to learn how to drive, even more, grateful that you were driving an off-roader and not Vincent’s old fashioned bright yellow beetle, cause heaven knows death would be knocking otherwise.

Yes, despite his calm facade, he was desperately gripping the fear handle— an appropriate name, really, for what he felt in this moment was truly fear. “B-bird d-don’t you think you should slow down a little,” he stammered out; any chance of composure had been long gone as you drove at top speed (40km/h) across the planes of the field, launching the car into the air as you drove over yet another tiny hill.

“By Thunder, please, I beseech thee if there is a god I promise to live a wholesome life from this point onwards, please just spare meeee- ahhh,” he implored, sunglasses now halfway down his nose, revealing his wide shot eyes.

You drove without a care in the world, thoroughly enjoying the whole experience of driving over the small rolling hills. You rolled your eyes, one hand on the steering wheel, the other one giving Arthur’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Come on, Arthur, don’t be so dramatic, ooooh look another dip, hold on tight,” you quickly announced with a delighted squeal navigating the terrain like a self-proclaimed pro.

The car rattled and jerked,” F-f-f-udge,” Arthur yelled out, hand shooting forward to the glove box to steady himself and prepare for the impact.

“Whoooooohooo! This is great! Who knew driving could be this fun,” you exclaimed full of joy, eyes sparkling as you spotted the next mountain to go up and conquer.

Arthur’s panicked eyes followed your line of sight, and it certainly didn’t take a genius to know what you had planned. “My love, my darling, my heart and soul, for all that is good and holy, please I beg of you, please PLEASE STOP THE CAR”, he pleaded and prayed. It was not his birthday, but hells, he was making a birthday wish on your behalf—the wish to see another day.

You looked over at Arthur once more, and upon seeing the distress crossing his feature, you cut your bundu bashing adventure short. Although realization quickly dawned upon you, spending all this time driving across the mountainside, you had not really mastered the art of coming to a smooth stop. So, you did what any new learner would do when someone demands the vehicle to a standstill. Thrust both your feet forward at the same time and pull at the emergency brake.

Arthur launched forward as the car came to a screeching halt, dust being kicked up and settling around the car— the perfect execution of an emergency stop, you mused.

Heart hammering in his ears, Arthur let go of broken laughter, hands feeling himself in disbelief, “I’m alive? I’M ALIVE! GOD, I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.”

You rolled your eyes, looking over at him, completely unimpressed, “ohhh, come on, it was not that bad? Was it?”

“I think I might just need a change of underwear after that ‘thrilling experience’,” he exaggerated, throwing the car door open and dramatically flopping onto the ground.

Why he was so happy, he almost kissed the ground. He looked at you from his place on the dirt, “I am going to need a stiff drink. Blimey bird, that was nerve-wracking.”

You turned the car off, hopping from your seat and slinking up to Arthur to offer him a hand up, mischief glowing in your eyes, “I mean, but did you die tho?”

With a shake of the head and another thankful chuckle emanating from his chest, he placed his hand in yours, “And who taught you to be this cheeky, honestly Luv.”

Climbing into the driver seat, Arthur adjusted the mirrors and started the car, his usually charming grin once more gracing to his features. “Shall I show you how it is done,” he bragged, full of confidence, happy to be back in control of the mechanic stallion.

He started the car; however, as the saying goes, ‘pride before the fall’, he failed to give enough gas and stalled the vehicle upon pulling away.

‘Shit’, he thought, sparing you a sheepish glance only for you to burst out into full-blown laughter. “You are going to show me what now; perhaps I should be the one to teach you,” you smacked your knee snorting out.

Arthur pouted, a shade of pink coming to rest upon his cheeks in embarrassment. But before he could even answer, an unimpressed grunt could be heard coming from the back seat, “That’s it, both of you out! NOW!”

Two pairs of eyes snapped back to the source of the voice only to lock onto a very, VERY traumatized and unimpressed looking dutch. He stomped out of the car before dragging Arthur from the driver’s seat.

“That is the last time I EVER let either of you near my car,’ he scowled angrily, turning the ignition and putting the car into gear.

“Hmpf can’t believe I fell for the ‘let’s go and get some birthday pancakes’ trick,” he grumbled under his voice, making his way back to the main road.

“Why old goat, that is an excellent idea!” Arthur chimed in from the backseat, starting a chant that would inevitably lead to getting what he wanted.

You joined in, of course, chanting happily with an equally broad smile littered on your face, “birthday pancakes, birthday pancakes, birthday pancakes.”

With a scoff of irritation, Theo was helpless but to go along with the whims of the day; after all, he did love pancakes, and after that traumatizing experience, he would need some sugar to cleanse his soul.

“Hmpf fine, but only because it is this one’s birthday,” he finally barked out with a roll of the eyes, yet an unmissable smirk of excitement making its way onto his lips.

#arthur conan doyle x reader #arthur conan doyle #arthur fanfiction #arthur x reader #ikevam arthur #ikevamp arthur #ikemen vampire arthur #Eeeek happpy birthday tani!

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taehyungsgrowl · 5 years ago

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Do you think Michael would be into spanking as a reward. Like the reader has had a stressful day and he spanks them etc. into sub space. Once they are taken care of cuddles and such. (Love your writing btw)

yes i think so!!

specifically outpost michael!

especially if you’re being like super pouty you know?

maybe he’s like “c‘ mere,” and pulls you on to his lap. his hand is already rubbing your ass, getting you ready for a spanking.

and this is ofc soft dom daddy michael 😳

he’s sitting down, completely man spread on the couch, his black button up slightly unbuttoned at the top, blonde hair pulled into a messy low bun. every time he wears his hair like that it makes his jaw appear even sharper.

“you think you need a good spanking, angel?”

and by now he’s softly smacking your bottom. no where near what you actually want him to do, but again, just getting you nice and ready.

and you just kinda whine, but you know he’s going to make you say it.

“what was that?”

“spank me, please?”

and then he places his hand on your chin pulling you in for a kiss... maybe his hand comes down around your neck just a little... squeezes enough to make you moan into the kiss

and with you being so lightheaded from the kiss, he quickly and effortlessly moves you across his lap so you’re laying out on it, your ass right where he needs it.

he grabs the belt loops of your jeans and pulls them down until you’re able to kick them off

once you’re down to just your panties, he playfully smacks your ass, “much better,” he mumbles

i think he would love to give you one firm spank, over your panties to get started

“should we take these off?” you couldn’t see his face, but you could hear the smirk in his tone

“michael,” you whine and wiggle in his lap

“yn” he copies your tone and whines your name back at you, stifling a laugh

“take them off, please,”

and he does just that

he pulls down your panties, immediately noticing how soaked they are

“aw baby,” he coos as he gropes your ass, spreading your cheeks. “already so wet,”

and before you can even respond, he spanks you again

“how many should i give you today, hm?”

“you’re being such a good girl for me...”

and he keeps spanking you until your little yelps turn to soft moaning and you’ve managed to cover his pants in your arousal.

he leans down and presses a kiss to your freshly spanked bottom

and then while you’re laying there all blissed out, he slips out from under you and lifts you in his arm carrying you to bed

he helps take off the rest of your clothes and lays you down on your tummy and

then he’d start kissing down your back all the way down to the spots he spanker.

maybe he’d lift your hips a little and run his tongue over your pussy. long stripes down your slit

he’d fuck you with his tongue, never letting his grip on your thighs go

he’d pull away once you were shaking only to kiss your thighs

“you’re gonna cum on my tongue okay, angel”

and he’d go back to eating you out like his last meal. he’d have his hand snake in between your thighs and rubs circles on your clit until you came undone for him

once he licked you alll up, he lay down on the bed next to you and then pull you on top of him so he could hold you.

you head on his chest and his fingers playing with your hair

he’d kiss you head and your sigh contently

“feel better, baby?”

and you’d just nod on his chest, starting to doze off.

also!!!!! thank you! i’m glad you enjoy my writing :’)

#michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon smut #ahs #american horror story

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Stark Spangled Banner

Stab Me In The Front Part 3: The Redemption Of Ransom Drysdale.

Intro: It’s the Public Launch of Harlan’s book and SIP have pulled all the stops out. Once again there’s a clash of wills between Katie and Ransom, but this one is firmly a score draw…

Warnings: Bad language. Mentions of rape and violence.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: Huge thanks to @angrybirdcr for the banner!

Part 2

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

November 2015

Fiasco.

That was the only word to describe the operation in Dubrovnik

The computer banks they were working on exploded as soon as Sam and Rhodey tried to extract any information. Thrown backwards, stunned, they luckily escaped any severe damage thanks to their armour but it didn’t stop Steve from worrying.

"You okay?" he asked, stepping forward as they both straightened up.

The movement saved the Captain’s life. There was no pop of breaking glass or crack of gunfire as alll the windows in the room had been blown out in the explosion, and no doubt the gun had a silencer. The only sound alerting any of them to the fact something had happened was Steve's pained grunt as he went to his knees.

Sam dropped with him, forcing him below the level of the window sill as he tried to stand again.

"Don't move," he ordered, as his hand pressed to Steve’s back, blood seeping out through his fingers.

Natasha sent three bullets speeding on their way before Rhodey tore past, shattering what was left of the window on his way out.

"Sam," Steve protested, trying to get up, but Sam pushed further, shaking his head.

"They're fine," he said firmly, "they've got this. Just stay down until I can tell how bad this is."

Natasha walked over, kneeling down. “Cap, you need evac?" she asked, but Steve shook his head firmly.

"I'm okay," he panted.

Natasha glanced over at Sam and he nodded to her as she started to talk into the coms.

"Evans, get in here with a couple of those compression bandages. Cap's been hit."

Reluctantly, Steve settled under Sam’s hands, face drawn with pain and concentration, completely focused on his team as ever. Sam kept his hand pressed against his back trying to stop the bleeding.

“That bullet should have killed you.” Natasha said grimly as she looked at the trajectory. “If you hadn’t moved…”

“Thanks Romanoff…” his said between gritted teeth, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

“What I’m trying to say…” She repeated patiently. “Is that this was a set up…whoever he is, he’s got a hell of a grudge.”

Steve groaned again. Not least because of the agony in his back from the wound but also the realisation that he had been so stupid. They should have spotted this was as set up right from the start. Fucking Crossbones and his stupid fucking hockey mask…why would he want to target an old warehouse of all places?

And he’d made the decision to go in shorthanded as well. Katie was busy prepping the ‘Colour of Revenge’ launch which was due to take place in little under a week, Vision and Wanda had remained at base, neither of them particularly ready for a field operation, Wanda still working on channelling her powers and Vision…well, he was still ridiculously conspicuous. And, as they’d initially decided it was recon only, Steve had pulled Natasha, Rhodey and Sam in on the job along with a couple of the support staff, thinking it would be a quick in and out to gather intel on what it is Crossbones is intending on stealing next.

Rhodey’s voice crackled over the connection. "Um, guys?" He sounded oddly grave. "We've got civilians."

Steve didn't wait for the bandages. He twisted out from under Sam’s grip and bolted for the doors, barking instructions to the support team, ignoring Sam’s calls as he ran.

“You all need to get back inside!” Rhodey was instructing as Steve emerged from the building, voice loud from the speakers on his suit “This is not a drill. For your safety, step inside."

“It’s Captain America…” Steve heard someone say as he began to stride forward, Sam and Natasha hot in his heels,

“No sign…” Rhodey turned to him. “You alright?”

“Perfectly.” Steve said, his mouth thin before he turned to the crowd. Thankfully, at that point the local authorities had arrived having been called by the support team, and Steve pushed through the throng of people to speak to them.

“How is he really?” Rhodey asked, looking at Natasha then Sam.

“Being stubborn…” Sam said, scanning the surroundings as the civilians reluctantly began trickling indoors, directed by the Police on Steve’s instructions.

Ironically it was the suddenly widened eyes of the bystanders around him that was the only warning they got as to what was coming. Sam just managed to spin round extending his wings to shield Natasha from the shot as another one bounced off Rhodey’s suit.

“Take cover!” Rhodey said as he took off, followed by Sam. The pair scanning for a shooter.

The screams and various yells from the public rang out all over the area and it was then that Steve felt himself run cold. One of the bystanders was down, blood seeping from a wound in his abdomen. As he watched the medics moved in Steve tapped Evans on the shoulder.

“Keep the emergency crews covered” he instructed, looking up to see Sam and Rhodey circling the sky. "Rhodey, Sam report,"

"No sign of anyone Cap" Sam announced wearily, "He must have taken that last shot and gone.”

With a frustrated groan Steve spun back towards the Emergency relief to coordinate with their chief with regards to a clear up.

**** "You know, when a man gets shot, he's supposed to accept medical assistance before running back into a fight," Katie looked at Steve as he walked down the ramp of the jet. “Why are you not on a gurney?” “Because my legs work.”

“Steve…” she sighed gently, “I’ve been so worried.” “Which is why I told them not to call you.” he looked at her softly.

“Yeah, not gonna fly.” she shook her head “That’s not the deal and you know it. You better not have shouted at Sam too much.” “Define too much.” Sam quipped as he walked past and Steve rolled his eyes before he turned to the man.

“We need to…” he only got 3 words into his sentence before Katie shut him down.

“No, you need medical.” she said, in a tone that meant it was not up for debate. Steve glanced down at her and gave a resigned sigh, and then winced involuntarily at the movement. “Come on” she said gently, nudging her self under his arm as she guided him away from the jet and across the landing pad, through to the facility. Once inside she pushed the button for the elevator.

“You don’t have to put on a brave face in front of me.” she looked at him and immediately his body language changed.

“I know.” he said softly “But it ain’t the first time I’ve been shot. It tends to happen.” Katie glared at him as he looked down at her, eyebrow raised slightly “Yeah, and the last time I nearly lost you.” “I’m fine.” he insisted, his face softening as she stared at him, green eyes alight with worry. “You know, I still have an old bullet…” “Yeah, yeah, it’s embedded too deep near your spine to be easily removed.” she said, “I know, you told me that when we first started hanging out. Remember? It kept setting off the metal detector in Tony's lab.” Steve gave a huff of laughter, instantly regretting it as the movement jostled his wound.

“Tony was pissed because he couldn’t figure out what was doing it.” Katie watched him “I think you took pity on him after a month as he was threatening to have them all ripped out and replaced.”

“See, I did have a sense of humour back then after all.” Steve chuckled a little as the elevator arrived, immediately stopping as another sharp pain shot up his back.

“I never said otherwise.” Katie smiled, bustling him into the elevator when it opened, slapping the button for the medical floor. As the elevator doors shut, Steve leaned his shoulder and head against the wall. Now that they were alone and away from any of the staff that had been bustling about Katie knew he’d give in and sure enough, he took a deep breath and gave a small cry of pain. She moved behind him and started undoing the buckles of his harness, letting the heavy straps slide forward over his shoulders and fall to the floor.

"Sam would be joking about this for years if he knew." Steve mumbled as Katie started working on his gloves. "You taking my clothes off in the elevator."

"Not the first time.” she replied calmly, pulling off the second glove and sweeping up the tangled mess of items from the floor. The doors opened and she took her place back under his arm.

"Come on, let's get you fixed up before you heal over that bullet entirely."

Peggy had told Katie once about how she had dug a bullet out from Steve’s thigh during the War with no morphine as the supply was so limited and, as he needed about 4 times the dose for it to do anything, he had insisted they saved it for the others. Now, he didn’t refuse the pain killers or the anaesthetic as the medics put him under to remove the bullet, although he probably would have done given half a chance, which thankfully he wasn’t. They were done in under an hour and he was left to recover in one of the rooms. Katie took a call from Tony, assuring him that Steve was ok and settled in a chair by his side, flicking through the tablet which held the final details of the organisation for the book launch.

It was an hour or so later when she was half way through putting the finishing touches to her speech that a slightly slurred mumble from the bed to her right took her attention.

"Hey pretty girl."

Katie smiled.

"You probably say that to all the ladies," she teased, reaching out to take his hand. He smiled at her touch and something tender stirred in his unguarded eyes.

"Just the one I'm married to," he countered, eyelids fluttering as he fought off the effects of the drug. Then he frowned. "Don't suppose you can stop the walls from wobbling?"

Katie felt her lips twitch with amusement as she stood up and reached to turn the IV drip containing his anaesthetic down a touch. Steve’s eyes almost immediately began to focus as his powerful metabolism worked to clear up the drugs in his system. He shifted uncomfortably and tried to sit up, but Katie’s hand on his chest stopped him at once.

"Lie down, Badass," she ordered firmly. "Even you don't get over a bullet to the back that easily."

With a sigh, he lay back, eyes intent on her face, bringing up his hand to cover her left on his chest, his fingers gently skating over the rings that adorned her finger. "You okay?"

“I am now you’re awake.” she smiled “This is the second time you’ve been shot on me.” “Sorry, I’ll try not to make it so awful for you next time.” he quipped.

“Err, I’d rather there wasn’t a next time full stop, thanks.” Katie looked back at him and he smiled back at her before he nodded to the tablet that was resting on the bed by his side

“What you working on?” “My speech for the launch. Just about done.” “So you’re not winging?” He asked and she chuckled.

“Too much to say, although I’ll probably end up improvising some of it.” she shrugged. “And that is another reason you need to make sure you’re properly healed.”

“I’ll be right as rain in a day or so, I promise.”

“Good, because I can’t have my soldier unable to dance with me now can I?”

Steve smiled at his wife and reached up with his hand, to gently brush her face “No, we can’t.”

***** True to his word, thanks to the serum Steve was back on his feet the next day, but was instructed to take it slow for a while, which was easier said than done when you had the constant energy and drive he did. However, one stern gaze from Katie when he offered to help her set up for the launch was enough to make him retreat to their quarters, hands up in surrender, Sam’s loud guffaws at the way he’d literally quivered under his wife’s gaze like some sort of naughty kid echoing in his ears.

Now, he was stood in The Rainbow Rooms, simply admiring his wife as she moved around. She was dressed in a stunning floor length midnight blue lace dress, embellished with beading and detail. The plunge neckline gave him a perfect view of her cleavage (and everyone else for that matter, not that Steve cared, she was his, he knew that) and it hugged all of her perfect curves and pooled on the floor around her high heel clad feet. She’d blown him away when she’d emerged from the room before, hair elegantly twisted up, make up immaculately applied and that flash of scarlet lipstick she wore had almost sent him over the edge.

The fact she looked utterly stunning was one thing, but the other was that it never ceased to amaze Steve how at home she was at big events like this. He watched her, a swell of pride in his chest as she milled around with Tony and her Chief Editor, a nice man that Steve liked called David Jones, welcoming people to the launch. She introduced Steve to Harlan, the author, who he had instantly liked and it had left him completely puzzled about how a man like that had such an insufferable shit as a grandson. Mind you, he hadn’t been overly enamoured with Ransom’s parents to be fair. Linda seemed far too full of herself and as for his father, a grey haired weasel of a man called Richard…well, the way his eyes had blatantly travelled over Katie had set Steve’s teeth on edge. Katie hadn’t missed the way Steve’s arm had curled protectively round her waist and his lips had brushed softly against her temple in a display of gentle possessiveness and she’d simply grinned up at him and flashed him a wink, letting him know he was well and truly busted. But did he care? Not one damned iota.

As more guests arrived Katie excused herself to go and speak to the Compare for the evening, checking her timings for when her speech would be taking place, which was when Tony’s attention was drawn to Evans who was manning the door. There was a strict guest list, and it looked like he was arguing with someone who was trying to get in. Excusing himself from his current conversation he strode over.

“Evans?” Tony asked as he drew up besides the man.

“Mr Stark, this man is trying to gain entry…”

“I’m telling you, Harlan is my grandfather…” “Your grandfather could be the King of England, Sir.” Evans responded drily “You’re not on the guest list so I can’t let you in…” “This is bullshit!”

“Sorry, who did you say you are?” Tony asked, knowing full well who he was after Katie had told him all about her encounter with him in Boston. He looked Ransom up and down, taking in his long black coat which he wore open over an expensive suit, blue and black striped woollen scarf draped round his neck. But it was his face that really drew Tony’s attention. Katie had been right, he did have an uncanny resemblance to Spangles. Differences were there, but still…

“Ransom Drysdale.” Ransom responded, his teeth grit together.

“Oh, you’re the mush whose ass my sister kicked in Boston!” Tony nodded, raising an eyebrow “What you doing here?” “This is my Grandfathers’ book launch.” Ransom glared back at Tony, his jaw twitching. “Well last I heard your grandfather approved the guest list and you’re not on it. At least I don’t think you are.” Tony made to move and took the clipboard off Evans, glancing at the names “Nope, don’t see anything down here for Felonius Gru…”

“You mean Felonius Hugh.” a voice spoke and both Tony and Evans wheeled round to see Katie stood there hands on her hips. Ransom gave a snort as he looked back at her “What are you doing here?” “I was in the area.” He shrugged.

Katie took a deep breath and stared at him, the last time she had seen him he had been on the floor getting his coat defiled by a dog. As the image stirred in her memory she smirked a little before she sighed and glanced around. There were too many people here, too many reporters to make as scene and she didn’t want the night to be overshadowed by some spoilt shit of a man who she had no doubt would get fairly loud if this little stand-off continued.

“Let him in.” She said to Tony and Evans.

Tony looked at her “You sure Kiddo?” “Yeah.” She nodded, her eyes not moving from Ransom’s.

“Your funeral.” Tony said, stepping back. Evans did the same and Ransom strode past them both, an infuriatingly smug look plastered on his harsh features.

“Cloak room is over there.” she directed him to her right.

“Thanks.” he muttered. She paused to look at him, frowning. He rolled his eyes. “What?”

“You, I didn’t know you had manners.” “I’m not a complete heathen.” he shot back, removing his coat.

“Could have fooled me.” she shrugged, “By the way, I’d kinda like my reputation to be unsullied after tonight so please try not to demand all the staff call you Hugh, it won’t look good on me or my company if they realise I’ve allowed in a complete douchebag.” With that she turned and headed back into the main room, making straight for Steve who was stood chatting to Wanda and slipped her arms round him from behind, underneath his blue tux. He glanced down at her and smiled.

“Hey, was wondering where you had gotten to.”

“We had a gate-crasher.” she said.

“Gate-crasher?” he instantly spun round “Why didn’t you come get me?” “Because Tony, Evans and I handled it…well, sorta.” “Sorta?” he frowned even further.

“I let him in.” “Why would you do that?”

“Because he would cause a scene if he wasn’t admitted, plus he’s full of shit anyway as we well know.” “We well know? Just who…” Steve trailed off as he looked around the room and spotted Ransom strolling in like he owned the place “Oh hell, no!”

With that he set off walking towards the man, his strides purposeful. He was fuming at the out and out audacity that this utter, utter prick had shown in turning up, especially after everything he had said and done in Boston, not to mention the fact he had dared to grab Katie that day when she was leaving his Grandfather’s house.

“You’ve got some nerve.” he spat.

“Hey, look, don’t rip another one of my shirts.” Ransom said, lazily “This wasn’t a cheap one either.” “Your shirt is going to be the least of your worries, trust me.” Steve snarled, his hands falling to the buckle of his belt.

“Steve.” Katie gently grabbed his arm, feeling the furious energy radiating off him in waves. “Please Soldier, don’t cause a fuss. The press are here and, I’ve worked so hard for tonight.” Steve took a deep breath and looked at his wife. Her face was pleading with him. Fuck, she was right. He didn’t want to ruin what she’d spent so long preparing for, not when it meant something so personal.

“Fine.” he said, a little gruffly. He glared at Ransom and took a step forward so that he was eye to eye with the man “But just for the record, you so much as lay one finger on my wife again, I will rip you limb from limb.” There was a silence as Ransom’s face slipped ever so slightly before he recovered and held his hands up.

“Understood.” he said.

Steve’s eyes held the man’s gaze for a few more seconds before he looked down to Katie, his expression and face softening as she looked at him with those eyes he would never tire of seeing. “I’m going to get a drink, you want one sweetheart?”

“Gin and Tonic, please. I’ll come over in a minute.” she said. He took a deep breath, not entirely happy she was staying to talk to the self-absorbed asshole but he nodded. Dropping a kiss to her cheek he shot Ransom one last glare before he headed off to the bar.

"You’re doing it wrong," Ransom said, shaking his head as he watched Steve walk away.

"Doing what wrong?" Katie frowned, turning to him.

"Marriage," he answered shortly, looking at her. "You should be fighting about the colour of your drapes or his latest affair that you’re desperate to ignore or something."

“Well if that doesn't say something about your parents…" Katie trailed off.

Ransom snorted “My parents are all kinds of fucked up Doll, trust me.” he took a deep breath

Katie sighed “Look, I’m only letting you stay because I know what a scene you’d have caused otherwise, not to mention how it would make your Grandfather feel…” Ransom shook his head, dropping his gaze slightly before he looked back at her “I’m not here to cause trouble and I genuinely was in the area. It’s just, well, this would be the first of his launches I’ve missed in years.” “Oh my God you do have a heart.” She said, looking at him.

“Don’t tell everyone.” He said with a shrug, “Listen, the last time we met, I wasn’t… well, I guess, you rubbed me up the wrong way…” he trailed off somewhat lamely, shrugging. “That’s about as much of an apology as I’m gonna get isn’t it?” Katie said after a pause. “I wasn’t apologising.” Ransom sniffed. “Simply stating facts.”

“Oh go fuck yourself with a cactus.” Katie shook her head causing Ransom to throw his head back in laughter. And it was genuine laughter too, Katie was surprised to see. His eyes crinkled up and his entire body shook. She waited for him to calm down before she looked at him, a faint smile on her face. “Here was me thinking you’d actually shown some remorse!”

“Well, to be fair, you left me on the ground where the dog pissed on my coat and left a knife in my tyre.” Ransom’s laughter died down and he looked at her, his eyebrow raised.

“Then we’re even.” Katie shrugged. She nodded to where Ransom’s Grandfather was stood observing them and Ransom followed her gaze. The old man took a deep breath and gave him a questioning look.

“Suppose I best go explain why I’m here.” Ransom sighed, and Katie was surprised to find he was actually coming across as slightly nervous. His hands were shoved in his trouser pockets but she could see from the way his shoulders had slumped slightly, and his arms were twitching which made her think that that he was balling and un-balling his fists. Maybe there was a slightly softer side hidden under that brisk exterior after all.

“You want my advice?” She looked at him.

“Not really but something tells me you’re gonna give it me anyway.” he said, his eyes turning back to her.

“Try being honest.” Katie suggested, her tone slightly softer. “Tell your Granddad you’re here for him. You might be pleasantly surprised.”

Ransom snorted but didn’t reply. Giving her one more appraising look and a small jerk of a nod he headed off to join his family before Katie made her way to Steve who was waiting for her at the bar. **** When the time came, Katie took to the stage, welcoming everyone and inviting Harlan to say a few words. The old man accepted, smiling and spoke for a few moments about the book, his inspirations, and how honoured he was that the profits were being donated to such a worthwhile cause. There had been a few shared looks amongst the rest of his family, Ransom had noticed, much to his amusement, but he knew they’d save face and pretend they actually gave a shit about the people the money was going to help when all the time they were just thinking of their bank balances.

When his grandfather stepped down, he watched as Katie stepped forward, her insufferable husband watching her carefully, all doe eyed and so evidently in love… frankly it made him want to barf.

But then she started talking.

“Most of you here will know that I was missing last year as result of a mission gone wrong” Katie spoke, looking out across the audience. “In reality, I was…” She took a deep breath, before she licked her lips. “I was held captive and tortured for information on what the Avengers were doing. And when the usual methods of torture didn’t work, they moved on to trying other things. And given the charities we are supporting tonight, I’m sure you can all guess what those other things were.”

Shit.

Suddenly her reaction to being grabbed by him outside the house made perfect sense. Hell, what was it he was feeling all of a sudden? Was that guilt?

No, Ransom Drysdale didn’t do guilt…

“I was subjected to an ordeal that no one should have to suffer.” Katie continued, speaking clearly and calmly “But sadly, the figures speak for themselves. I won’t bore you with statistics but it truly is frightening. And something else I found frightening is that I didn’t even know about half the charities that exist to help people who find themselves subjected to the same ordeal. I was lucky. I have an amazing support network of friends, family, an amazing substitute father in my brother and a loving, wonderful husband, or fiancée as he was at the time, who I wouldn’t have coped without. To all of you, and Tony and Steve, I would never have gotten through any of this without your constant support and encouragement, and I love you all from the bottom of my heart.”

A small round of applause and mumblings spread across the room and Ransom cast his eyes over to the Captain who was stood not far from the stage, his eyes shining as he glanced up at his wife a look of sheer pride and adoration on his face.

Yep. Utterly sickening. But yet…what was that? Was he moved?

No, Ransom Drysdale didn’t do sentiment…

“But the point is, not everyone is that lucky, which is why I wanted to do something positive, have something good come out out of what happened to me. Giving money to these causes is one thing but the most important way of ensuring people get the support that they need is to make the world aware they exist. By Mr Thrombey agreeing to let us use his book to create awareness, well this is the kind of publicity that money can’t buy, and for that I thank you sincerely Harlan.” She looked directly at his grandfather, who raised his glass in her direction, flashing the woman a smile.

“And now, because I know this will be repeated on various press platforms, I want to speak directly to anyone who is dealing with the after effects of rape, sexual assault or sexual violence. Be it having happened to you or someone you know. You probably feel broken, alone, like no one understands, maybe you blame yourself, or maybe you just don’t know what to do to help a person you love or care about deal with their trauma. These support networks exist for you, to help you, to lend an ear when you think no one else will listen or understand, to share your experiences with others going through the same thing. The first step is always the hardest, but sometimes the smallest step in the right direction ends up being the biggest step of your life. Tip toe if you gotta, but take the step. Please, don’t suffer in silence. Thank you.”

She finished and the room erupted into applause and Ransom glanced at his Grandfather, before he too started clapping.

**** “Was it ok?” Katie whispered to Steve as he gently helped her down the steps again, the applause ringing around the room.

“Ok?” Steve looked at her, his eyes shining with emotion “Honey, you were amazing. I’m so, so Goddamned proud of you.” he pressed a kiss to her temple, his arm pulling her closer as the Compare once again took to the stand to announce the rest of the evening’s activities. There was an auction to be held to raise more funds, then the band would start, food would be available, and then the DJ would see the evening out.

After a hug from her friends, Katie took off to talk to a few of the reporters that were around and it felt like she had hardly spent any time with Steve before the DJ started signalling they were into the last hour of the night. That was when Harlan found her to come and bid her goodbye. She thanked him again, shook hands with all of his family, before she found herself face to face with Ransom.

“It was a, err, good speech.” He offered and she smiled, shrugging a little.

“Thank you.” She nodded, taking the praise for what it was.

“I erm, I had no idea about…” He gestured with his hands, a faint flush on his face

“Why would you? You don’t know me.”

“No but, if I had I wouldn’t, well, I wouldn’t have said what I did to you outside my grandfather’s.”

“Wouldn’t you?” She asked, curiously.

“No.” he said, sincerely “I get why you reacted like you did now. I’m sorry.” “Ok so this is an apology, just so we’re on the same page?”

“Yes, it’s an apology.” Ransom rolled his eyes.

“Well then I accept it.” She nodded. “Burying the hatchet huh?” “Or in this case knife” He drawled and she laughed “Preferably not in my tyre this time. Or my back come to think of it.” “I only stab people in the front” Katie quipped and he shook his head with a smirk.

“I don’t doubt it. Goodnight Mrs Rogers.” he said, holding out his hand. Katie looked at it for a moment before she took it, his grip surprisingly gentle.

“Goodnight Mr Drysdale.” “Call me Ransom.” he said, and with a last wink he headed off after his family.

“Weird.” Katie mumbled to herself, before she felt two arms circle her waist and a soft pair of lips pressing a kiss to her neck.

“He gone?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, he was…surprisingly nice” She mused, turning to face him “Apologised for his behaviour.” Steve snorted. “Like I said, weird.” Katie shrugged.“Anyway, is it time to dance yet?”

Steve laughed and allowed her to lead him out onto the dancefloor where he took her in his arms, the pair of the swaying to a fairly upbeat song.

“You know, I did some digging.” Steve said, as he revolved them both across the space

“Yeah?”

“The resemblance between us got me curious.”

“You’re nothing like him” Katie said “trust me.” “No, I know but looks…” Steve shrugged “Anyway, I had FRIDAY do some research and it turns out that there’s a Rogers way back on his mother’s line.”

“So you could actually be related?” Katie grinned.

“It’s possible. It would make me like his great, great uncle or something, maybe.” Steve mused as he twirled her round “But trust me when I say this, that’s one thread I really aint going to pull on!”

Katie laughed as the music slowed down and the opening bars to John Legend ‘You And I’ struck up. Steve smiled and pulled her closer, one large hand clasped around hers, the other on the bottom of her back.

“It reminds me of you this song.” he murmured as she lay her head on his chest.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…the fact you try on every single outfit you own before you decide what to wear.” “I do not.” she protested. At that he pulled back to look down at her and she looked up at him, “Ok, maybe I can be a little indecisive sometimes…” He chuckled and she moved back so she was pressed against him, as they gently swayed.

“If your mirror won’t make it any clearer I’ll be the one to let you know, Out of all of the girls, you’re my one and only girl, aint no body in the world tonight, All of the stars, you make the shine like they were ours, Aint nobody in the world but you and I… You stop the room when we walk in, spot lights on, everybody’s staring, tell all of these boys they’re wasting their time stop standing in line, coz you’re all mine…” “Stevie…” she whispered and he looked down at her, blushing as he realised he’d been singing the words softly to her. She smiled up at him and pulled his face down to hers for a soft kiss. “Love you Soldier.” she whispered against his lips.

“Love you too baby girl…” he murmured back, before pressing his lips to hers for a deeper kiss.

“Wanna get out of here?” she looked up at him cheekily. “And leave your own gala?” he feigned shock and she smirked. “It’s my party, I’ll leave if I wanna.”

He didn’t need asking twice. Quickly and silently they headed to the cloakroom. Steve helped her into her jacket and then took her hand and led her out.

**** It was a few days later when the package arrived for her at the tower. Her secretary brought it in and Katie thanked her, forgetting all about it until she came back from lunch. Opening the box she frowned as she pulled out an envelope and a smaller box. Deciding to go with the smaller box as curiosity was getting the best of her she pulled off the lid and had to fight the loud laugh that was threatening to bubble from her chest. It was her knife, the one she’d thrown into Ransom’s tyre. Picking up the envelope she opened it and her mouth dropped open at the cheque that fluttered down onto the desk. It was for a total of Fifty Thousand Dollars, and was made out to her charity. After she stared at the numbers and the signature for a moment, she turned her attention to the note held in her right hand. The writing was actually fairly neat, but she would expect nothing less from the man who had sent it.

“I just wanted to say thank you for being part of something that pissed off my shithead family no end. Took a leaf out of your book and thought I’d put some of my trust fund to good use. It would have been slightly more but I had to replace a tyre. I was tempted to keep the knife as a souvenir but it’s quite a nice one so figured you might want it back.

Regards, Ransom

P.s. if you tell anyone I’m actually a decent person, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

She read it and re-read it about 50 times, smiling to herself before she stood up and handed the cheque to her secretary, instructing her to have it sent to finance for the Charity Fund. She sank back into her chair, pondering something for a moment before she leaned forward and tapped at her keyboard top open up a blank webpage, biting her lip and smiling as she did. ****

“Hugh, there’s a package for you in the study.”

“Thanks Franny.” Ransom bustled over to his cupboard, grabbing his packet of cookies and frowning “This is the last one.” “I’ll make sure they’re added to the food order.” she replied. He gave her a nod before he walked out and down the hallway.

The box was fairly large. Grabbing a letter opener, his mouth full as he chewed, he slit carefully down the tape on the top and folded back the sides. He hastily swallowed, coughing slightly as he pulled out the new Burberry camel coat that was inside. Slipping it on it was a perfect fit, good quality too. Shrugging it off and draping it over the back of the chair he glanced back in the box and let out a laugh at the 4 packets of Biscoff in the bottom, and pulled out the note attached to one of them, before sitting down and reading.

“Thank you for your very kind donation, Mr Drysdale, rest assured it will be put to good use for the charity. I’m also pleased you sent me my knife back, Steve says I have an unhealthy attachment to my weapons so leaving it buried in your tyre was a real wrench. I hope the coat fits, sorry about the whole kicking your ass and the dog piss, but they really are exceptional judges of character.

Katie.

P.s Do us all a favour and have someone fix the holes in your sweaters …or even better just buy some new ones for fucks sake, hobo chic went out of fashion about 10 years ago.”

He read and reread the note again, laughing as he did so, glancing at the frayed cuff of his light blue sweater before he stood up, stuck the note into his back pocket with a smile and picked up the red packets of his favourite snack.

“Franny!” He called as he walked back into the hall “Scratch the cookies off the list...”

*****

Part 4

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The Pleasure is all mine - Chapter 4

Word Count: 4366

Pairing: Lou Miller x Fem!Reader

Setting: You will just have to read ;)

Warnings: Softest chapter so far tbh, Lou being a gentlewoman

A/N: It’s finally here! I kept deleting and adding things and it was a big mess. I have a love/hate relationship for this chapter, I hope you enjoy it, my loves! Thank you @canarypoint for helping me with the grammar/punctuation you the real MVP.

This is the longest chapter I have ever written!😂

Y/F/T - Your favourite topping

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Chapter 4

Warmth surrounds me in my light slumber as my eyes slowly adjust to the light of day. A heavy weight lies across my waist, wrapped around me like a vice. Light air tickles the side of my neck, making me shiver. I look over to see Lou fast asleep, her face relaxed and content, clear of her signature black eyeliner and mascara, making her look younger. I smile gently at the sight of her.

How can I be falling this fast for a woman I barely know?

An unsettling feeling lies in the pit of my stomach, thinking about how I've easily let this woman sweep me up off my feet and into a world so alien to me, yet I don't want to run away from it, away from her.

"I can practically hear your thoughts swirling around in that beautiful head of yours, love," the deep tired voice next to me says with a teasing smirk. Her eyes open, showing me those crystal blue eyes.

I blush a deep red and bury my face into the soft pillow that smells of Lou and smile at her.

"Good morning to you too, sleepyhead."

She groans and tightens her arm around me, bringing me closer to her. Her lips press gently to my cheek before whispering:

"What were you thinking about?"

"You... me."

"What about you and me? No wait, let me guess. You were thinking about; what a hot couple we would make and that Lou is the luckiest woman in the world to have gotten the attention of the most beautiful creature in the world."

"Are you calling me vain?" I outrage mockingly.

"I thought I was complimenting you," she teases right back, grinning.

I giggle and rest my head on her shoulder, my fingers thread through hers. We both continue to joke back and forth before being interrupted by a loud knock on the door. We both spring apart at the interruption just as the door opens slightly with messy brown curls peaking through the gap; Rose's wide eyes stare at us as she stumbles over her words.

"I'm..uh.. terribly sorry to interrupt but I just thought I'd let you know that me and Tammy are taking Debbie to be checked over," the Irish woman says, rather quickly, might I add. I feel Lou relax next to me, pulling me closer again.

"Thanks Rose, text me later with an update and if you need anything, I mean anything, let me know okay," Lou says watching in amusement as Rose tries to keep her eyes on anything that isn't us. I smile gently as if to try and ease her uneasiness, feeling slightly awkward for her. I take in my attire that consists of Lou's oversized band tee and her in a barely buttoned checkered shirt and with us giggling around in bed, probably sounded worse on the other side of that door.

"Right, yes, yes of course. We'll see you later Lou, it was lovely to meet you, Y/N."

"Yeah you too Rose, thank you for your help last night," her head tilts slightly, her eyes slightly wide as she shakes her head.

"Oh no, no it was all you last night, dear. We were merely assisting, you are the real hero," she says sincerely before smiling lightly and leaving the room.

I blush at the compliment, not used to such praise. Sure, the job I do is rewarding and I get many thanks but coming from Lou's friend hits differently.

Maybe because you want Lou's friends to approve of you and also want to get into her pants.

I hear Lou chuckle next to me before she kisses my shoulder and rolls away from me to stand. My eyes are instantly drawn to her smooth, long legs. I bite my lip remembering that she only has a pair of panties on underneath that long shirt.

"Eyes up here, sweetheart," her head turning slightly as she looks at me over her shoulder and winks.

"I'll be downstairs making us breakfast, you go shower, love. The fresh towels are on the side by the shower."

"Is that your way of politely telling me I smell, Miller?" I tease.

She smirks cheekily at me before saying:

"I didn't want to say anything but- oof hey!" She whines playfully as she holds the pillow that I just threw in her direction, hitting her square in the face.

"No pancakes for you then," she sulks, pouting at me before winking and dashing out of the room.

***

Once showered and dressed into my jeans and one of Lou's band tees I make my way downstairs. From the bottom step, I stand and watch Lou move fluidly around the open space; pan in hand. 'Friday I'm In Love' plays softly in the background. I feel my lip twitch slightly before forming a wide smile; smittened.

Lou seems to sense my presence and spins around to look at me.

"Take a sit love and watch as I make the best pancakes that you will ever taste in your entire life."

I practically skip my way over to her, feeling rather giddy; loving this carefree, playful side of Lou Miller. Once I take a seat Lou places a plate full of pancakes with Y/F/T and a cup of coffee.

"Wait, you have Y/F/T too! I knew I liked you for a reason!" I cheekily say before taking a bite of the delicious breakfast.

"Oh? Here I thought it was my charm and good looks," she grins while also taking a bite of her pancakes, sitting opposite me at the countertop.

"Nah, it was that cute little white bandana you wore with that white chef's tunic. That had me swooning," I tease while taking a sip of my coffee.

"Oh so you like a woman in uniform huh? That's interesting," she glances up as if thinking about the information she's been given.

"Mmm, oh yes."

"That's funny because I kinda like a woman in a uniform... more specifically a nurses one," her eyes check me out before she leans over and stabs her fork into my pancakes and takes a bite while winking cheekily at me.

"In your dreams, Miller."

"No you're right... that kind of role play should only be allowed after we've at least been dating for 3 months, at least."

I choke on my coffee and Lou rushes around the countertop to pat my back, her brows pinched with concern.

"Shit, Y/N, I was only messing around. You okay love? Do you want some water?"

"No, I'm okay thanks and it's okay. I just wasn't expecting that response," I say feeling embarrassed for panicking.

She was just messing around, Y/N. No need to think too much into it.

"So now that I know that you're okay and we are kinda on the topic... how would you feel about going on that date...with me, today?" Her smile is wide, beaming at me.

"Hmm I'll have to get back to you on that. I am after all a very busy woman," my face serious as I pretend to think about it, mumbling about fake appointments. From the corner of my eye I see Lou lean against the countertop next to me, her arms crossed with a small grin on her face; knowing what I'm doing.

"Damn, that's a shame because I really like you and would hate to miss out on treating you to a proper date."

I think I've melted to the floor. Is it hot in here?

"Well in that case, how could I refuse such an offer."

"Okay great! So how about I drop you back at your apartment and let you rest for most of the day and pick you up at 6.30? You must still be exhausted after the day/night you've had, even though I love seeing you in my kitchen wearing my clothes."

"That sounds perfect," with matching grins we both take a sip of from our coffees.

I'm going on a date with Lou Freaking Miller!

***

"Okay, do I go for the black jeans and green silk top with the spaghetti straps and heels or do I wear these with this black dress?" I turn to Rachel wearing my black dress with thin straps while holding my emerald green silk top. My room is filled with crumpled clothes with small gaps of flooring still showing.

"Okay so the fact that you aren't putting that black dress on is a crime. The jeans and top is nice but that dress shows off your curves more and your ass, girl she is gonna die seeing you wear that," she exclaims while lounging lazily on my bed. After Lou dropped me back at my apartment and gave me a swift kiss to the cheek, promising to pick me up later on. I instantly called Rachel over in desperate need for help and encouragement.

"But she won't even tell me where the date is taking place! I can't just show up in this and then we end up on the back of her bike-”

"Which is totally hot by the way, how have you not jumped her bones?"

"Because I'm trying to respect both of our boundaries and I completely forgot the other thing," we both laugh at my failed attempt at covering up my lame excuses.

"Okay so I've decided to go for the black jeans and top!" I decide, happy with my decision. Rachel huffs slightly in defeat before agreeing that it would be the most appropriate.

"Besides if you don't take a jacket maybe she will give you hers?" She says with a dreamy look. I throw one of my old shirts at her while laughing at her ridiculousness.

"Okay romcom, now that the outfit has been chosen, want to help me with my hair and make up?"

She grins.

This is gonna be interesting.

***

Once Rachel had gone full MUA, I make my final touches with my watch and rings before turning back to her.

"So what do you think?" As I bring my curls around to my front letting them bounce lightly.

"You look amazing! She won't be able to keep her hands off of you!" She exclaims clasping her hands together. I blush at the thought of Lou's arm around me this morning in her bed; but I keep those thoughts to myself.

"That's it my work here is done, I shall leave you to it, girl. Text me all the details later... and I mean alll of it," and with a quick wink she rushes out of the door leaving me red in the face.

That girl...

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Harry Styles’ Adore You. I quickly grab my phone and see Lou's name eliminate my screen.

"How did you manage to change my ringtone? I really have to talk to nine-ball about privacy," I tease only feeling slightly annoyed at the intrusion.

After we all settled around Debbie last night I was able to fully introduce myself to the other woman present. Nine-ball was probably the most interesting character I've ever met, who knew someone so unassuming could be so brilliant and sharp-minded.

"Sorry I just couldn't help myself... that seems to happen a lot lately with you."

I grin wide before replying:

"So this date... am I allowed a hint, I gotta find the appropriate footwear if we are to go anywhere."

"Look outside," I turn around and face the window; standing by the bottom step of my apartment building is Lou. I bite my lip while scanning her attire; tight leather pants with a purple silk shirt that shows off some of her chest, giving me a great view of her cleavage and a dark grey long coat hanging over her forearm. I grin stupidly before grabbing my coat and running to the door.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes," I say, making my way down the steps, I stop on the last step so we are eye level. Lou chuckles softly before tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and cupping the side of my face, her eyes staring straight into mine.

"And you look like a beautiful goddess... you scrub up well, love," before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss to the side of my mouth. I instantly worry my bottom lip trying to stop myself from smiling like an idiot.

She steps back and bends her elbow slightly indicating for me to put my arm through it. I link my arm through the awaiting gap and fall into step beside her. As I go to question our next location, Lou stirs me across the street towards a dark grey RS6 Avant Audi. I turn and raise a questioning eyebrow.

"I thought you were a motorcycle kinda woman."

"Oh, I am but I thought this would be more appropriate, didn't want you to get too windswept," she winks before opening the door on my side, gesturing for me to climb in. She walks to the other side and slides into the car making herself comfortable.

"You ready?"

"Always," with matching grins we weave through the traffic of the streets of New York.

Once parked up in a quieter area, Lou helps me out of the car by offering her hand.

"Are you always this charming?"

"Depends on who you ask," I laugh, enjoying her cheeky side more and more.

"I've never been around this area before," I take in the scattered fairy lights between each lamppost and garden bushes surrounding the entrance, a sign with swirling letters reading "Alessandro's" on the front of the building.

"It's a pretty hidden spot around here, a nice place to get away from all the bright lights and loud noises of the city," Lou states, her hand comes to rest on my lower back as she escorts me through the door.

A small plump woman stands by the hosting stand, her beaming smile showing her crows feet around her emerald eyes. She immediately walks over and pulls Lou into a bone crushing hug, I hear Lou chuckle at the woman's enthusiasm before whispering into her ear in a language I'm unfamiliar with. The woman gasps and pulls away before turning to look at me, her mouth still slightly open.

"Oh where are my manners, I'm Camilla the owner alongside my Husband Alessandro. Oh what a beautiful girl, ey! You did a good job with this one, Tesoro!"

I grin as I watch Lou's cheeks slowly turn into a light shade of pink.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Camilla. I'm Y/N. You have a beautiful restaurant, you and your husband must be very proud!" She reaches for my hands and presses a light kiss in each of my palms before clasping them in between her own.

"Beautiful and polite! I like her already. Please come, come I have the best table for you both," she quickly leads the way as Lou finds her place back at my side, her hand placed one again against my back before trailing behind Camilla.

Once seated and with the promise of having the best homemade Italian wine delivered to the table we are left alone, a candle illuminating both our faces. Her crystal blue eyes sparkle above the soft glow of the candle, a soft smile settling onto her face.

"I'm sorry for Camilla, she can become very excited over meeting new people, especially someone who I take an interest in, clearly."

"Oh and does that happen a lot?" I tease only feeling a slight bit of jealousy at the idea. Her face grows serious as she reaches for my hand across the table, her thumb brushing along the back of my skin.

"Never actually, you're the first person I've ever brought here... romantically at least."

Well shit!

"Oh," I blush and bite my lip trying to hide my smug smile. She winks before giving my hand a squeeze and settling back into her chair, just as Camilla arrives with a bottle of white wine.

"Ah, my lovely ladies! Here is your wine, are you ready to order or would you like a few more minutes?"

I panic slightly looking briefly at my menu that is mostly in Italian. My eyes meet Lou's as she gestures to the menu.

"May I order for us both? Is there anything you don't like?"

"I will eat most things and I'm not allergic to anything," she grins and nods in acknowledgement. Lou turns her head towards Camilla and reels off our order in fluent Italian her voice deep and rich.

As if I needed any more reason to crush on this woman.

"Ah excellent choice, Mia ragazza! I'll get right on that, ladies enjoy your wine," with a beaming smile Camilla glides away towards the kitchen.

"So how do you know Camilla?"

She grins softly, her eyes almost glazed over reliving the memory.

"I moved out to America at an early age. I didn't know anyone and making friends wasn't my strongest qualities. One night I stumbled across this place on a walk, they were both standing by the window and must have seen me looking at the place. Alessandro came out and introduced himself to me, I ended up telling him how I was interested in owning a catering company but did I know the first thing about that, fuck no. I had all this money from running small cons around the area but nothing to really invest into. Alessandro was ecstatic to find someone who he could pass his knowledge onto, you see they never had any children off their own, so they both kind of took me under their wing. Showed me things way beyond cooking and business, they are much a part of my family as those seven women are," her lip twitches softly at the thought. I grin slightly before lifting my glass indicating a toast.

"Here's to making new friends."

She laughs at my teasing remark before tapping my glass with hers.

"To new friends."

Once our food has been eaten and our stomachs are full, we exchange stories with tears streaming from the laughter:

"So Constance then decided it was a good idea to attach the rope to the back of the car while she stood on a skateboard. Nine-ball drove down the steep road and we all just watched in horror as Constance let go of the rope and came flying down the street almost getting run over before landing on a stack of mattresses that were outside a store!"

I snort at the ridiculous story and Lou giggles the wine getting to us both making us slightly tipsy.

"Okay my darling girl, I'm afraid we are closing," Camilla regretfully says while placing a hand on Lou's shoulder. My eyes widen as I look at the time.

It's almost 10pm!

"I'm sorry for holding you up mamma Cam! Thank you for the lovely food as always," Lou gushes while squeezing the hand that rests upon her shoulder.

"Anything for you sweet girl! Now go and take this lovely woman somewhere nice, maybe the gardens at the back, ey?"

Lou rolls her eyes in good nature while looking at me and mouthing "insufferable."

I giggle quietly before reaching for my bag.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"Come on Lou we can half it," her head is already shaking at my suggestion and the gasp that comes out of Camilla's mouth clearly shows her agreement with Lou.

"You will do no such thing, my darling. You put that purse away, now! Lou knows her manners we taught her well," her scolding faint as her pride for Lou sweeps in dominating her chasting.

"She's right, Y/N, I'm paying," I pout slightly as Camilla nods her head in agreement before turning to fetch our coats. I lock eyes with Lou from across the table, they seem to soften once they fall down to see my pouting lips.

"You keep pouting like that I'm gonna have to break my first date rule," her voice suddenly huskier laced with lust. I bite my lip in anticipation and mainly to tease her further.

"What rule might that be," I say innocently. She grins devilishly before standing from her chair and making her way over to me and whispers in my ear:

"To not take you to bed," I gasp softly at her boldness, my cheeks glowing red... or is that from the wine.

Before I could say a witty comeback Camilla is practically skipping her way over, coats in hand.

"Here are your coats, my sweet girls. Lou be safe and take care of her okay, she's a keeper and Y/N darling don't me a stranger, ey. Come visit Mamma Cam, she could use the company," her eyes moving to Lou in a teasing accusation.

"Hey! I visit as much as I can Mamma," Camilla places both hands on either side of Lou's face and pats gently with a soft smile.

"I know you do, Ragazza dolce. You stay safe now you hear! Enjoy the rest of your evening ladies," she beams and waves at us as we go to turn and leave. We see Alessandro, Camilla's husband pop his head over the kitchen door.

"Lou! The arches, Neonata!" Before he winks and turns back towards the kitchen.

I pinch my eyebrows in confusion but before I have time to question, Lou is escorting me out of the restaurant and onto the quiet street, arm around my waist. Once on the street Lou reluctantly removes her arm and already I miss the warmth. Her hand gently brushes against mine, I quickly lace my fingers through hers wanting to be touching her. Her skin is soft and warm and a bask in the feeling of it.

"So where to now?"

She smiles.

***

The trees swayed back and forth around us as we walked hand in hand down the path, of the dimly lit park. My mind wandering back to the last few hours spent with this blonde goddess, a small smile appearing on my face. I feel a gentle squeeze around my hand and look up to see Lou staring at me with a soft grin.

"So how much of New York have you seen?"

"A lot actually! Almost all of the tourist spots have been checked off my list now!"

She chuckles lightly at my enthusiasm, amused.

"That's great but I think we can do better than that," she says before leading me around the corner and towards an open underbridge. I look over to her in confusion.

What could be so interesting under that bridge.

Once we walk closer and under it I realise why:

The arches.

The low arches and curve of the domed ceiling run low under the bridge, the light of the moon hitting the arches perfectly, making the tiles shine ever so brightly in the moonlight. I gasp lightly in astonishment.

"Lou, this is beautiful," my eyes taking it all in.

"Yeah, it sure is," she replies, I can see from the corner of my eye that she isn't talking about the arches. I blush under the moonlight before turning my attention to the walls.

"This place is beautiful but why are we here?" Without saying a word, Lou takes my hand and walks me towards one of the corners of the arches.

"Turn and face the wall and listen, love," I raise an eyebrow but remain silent. She chuckles quietly before whispering "Trust me," and steps away, heading towards the opposite side of the archway and turning her back to me. Its quiet for a moment before:

"Pancakes," I gasp slightly and quickly turn around at the sound but become quickly confused as Lou is still standing facing the other way, her shoulders shaking slightly.

"But how... that sounded like you were right next to me, it was so loud and clear," she turns then and smirks softly before replying:

"The domed ceiling with the height of the arches helps sound to travel and follow the arches around. That way when I speak from this side, you are able to hear me so clearly on the other side of it. There's one similar at Grand Central Station but I thought this place would be quieter," she shrugs, her cheeks tinting a slight pink colour.

Can she get anymore perfect.

"Lou, I love it truly. This is amazing," I smile wide in excitement before turning back to the wall and whispering

"Vodka."

"A woman after my own heart."

I giggle at that.

"So do you take all your ‘new friends’ here because this is definitely a babe magnet location."

"Only you, love. I seem to be doing a lot of firsts this evening."

I grin wide and I know she is too.

"Well I love it. You really are something else Lou Miller," she chuckles quietly and then silence. I get ready to turn around to see if she's still there before I hear the softest voice next to my ear:

"With you I feel like I have a childish crush, that's quickly growing up."

My heart flutters at her confession and I lean my head gently against the cool tile.

"I also have a confession... me too."

Before I can say anything else, I feel an arm wrap around me and spin me gently around, pulling me flushed against her. Leaning her forehead against mine she whispers gently into the open air:

"I so badly want to kiss you right now."

"Then do it."

Lou leans forward and presses her soft pale lips against mine, gently at first before brushing them along my pink lips and leaning forward to kiss them hard. My arms snake their way around her neck to help deepen the kiss, I feel Lou's hands brush gently down my waist and over to my ass, squeezing gently pulling me to her, as if afraid I might disappear. Her tongue skims across my bottom lip making me gasp slightly; granting her access, both fighting for dominance. I pull back slightly, rather breathless before whispering:

"Take me home."

#lou miller x reader #lou miller #oceans 8 #cate blanchett #female!reader #debbie ocean #sarah paulson #My Story #pure fluff

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losfacedevil · 8 years ago

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Little Princess // Dad Harry Styles

a/n ~ A little something different from my norm. But when chatting about how cute of a daddy Harry would be it sparked something in me. Just cause I love you @siennarossi , dis alll for you!

He slunk through the front door, placing his keys down on the table and closing the door as gently as he could behind him. The last thing he wanted to do was wake his four month old daughter if she was sleeping. He pulled his hoodie up and over his head and tossed it on the nearby couch as he stepped out of his shoes.

“Harry? Is that you?” He heard Y/N call from the kitchen, a clear sign that the baby wasn’t asleep. He walked the short distance between the front door and the kitchen and couldn’t help but smile.

“My girls.” He cooed as a greeting, walking over and placing a kiss on Y/N’s head. “Good press day?” She asked, readjusting the baby in the carrier she had strapped to her chest. “Great press day, but all I could think about was my girls.” He smiled, reaching his hand out and brushing a loose strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear. She smiled, hand reaching over and intertwining with his. “We missed you too, daddy. She rolled over for the first time, didn’t you, Evie?” She cooed, pressing a soft kiss to her daughters head. “And I missed it?” Harry whined, stomping his foot like a child. “Believe me, it’s nothing special quite yet.” She giggled, turning back to what she had originally been doing.

Harry watched as she swayed her hips, ultimately keeping the baby calm while she cooked. He loved to just sit back and watch her in her element, cooking was her favorite thing to do. But that wasn’t what he had thought about all day.

“Ey love, what say I take Eve so you can relax once you’re done cooking? Curl up with that book you just bought, have a bath, something. All I’ve thought about all day is curling up and cuddling Eve for a while so you can have some free time.” Y/N turned to face Harry, a soft smile on her face. She nodded before speaking. “That sounds so nice, thank you.”

Harry smiled and closed the space between them, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before he started to unbuckle the baby carrier. Y/N raised her eyebrow, hands resting on her hips. He lifted Eve out of the carrier and cradled her in his arms.

“What?” He said, chuckling at the expression on Y/N’s face. “I thought you said you were taking Eve after I cooked?” She said, turning her attention back to the food on the stove. “I just said I was going to take her, I never specified when. Enjoy your dinner while it’s hot m’love.” Harry chuckled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Eves forehead.

He made his way into the living room and sat on the couch, propping Eve up on his legs. He couldn’t help the stupid smile that spread across his face as his little girl stared at him. She watched her fathers every move as he settled himself into a comfortable position and laid her down into his arms.

“M’pretty baby. Did you have a good day with Mama?” He asked, finger poking her nose lightly. Eve cooed up at him, almost as a response, as her little hand grabbed a fistful of his shirt.

A soft smile caressed his face as Harry looked down at his daughter in awe. He still couldn’t believe he and Y/N had made such a beautiful little being. She had her mothers cute little button nose, but had been blessed with his eyes. Couldn’t believe that they hadn’t changed to Y/N’s brown ones yet and was pretty convinced she’d keep his green ones.

“Oh yeah?” he chuckled, listening as Eve went on in her baby babble, the sounds she was making just too cute. He unraveled her hand from his shirt, closing her tiny hand in his. Eve blew a raspberry and earned a chuckled from Harry. “S’that so, Evie?”

Harry started to gently rock as Eve quieted down, he hadn’t known how long she had been up for and didn’t think trying to get her to nap would be a bad idea. It wasn’t long before she was cuddling into his chest, craving her daddy’s warmth and scent, and slowly drifting off to sleep.

“This is all daddy’s wanted to do today, sweets. Just come home and cuddle with you. I miss you all the time when I’m at work.” Eve let out a yawn as she tried to cuddle further into Harry’s chest and her eyes fluttered shut. “Goodnight, pretty girl. You can be daddy’s cuddle bug for a while, yeah?” He whispered, reaching up and brushing a finger lightly over her soft cheek. She scrunched her nose at the sensation before her little mouth fell open.

Harry scooted so he was laying across the couch. His feet hung off of the end but he couldn’t have cared less. All he cared about in that moment was the little girl with her cheek squished up against his chest. The little girl he couldn’t wait to watch grow into a woman as amazing as her mother. His little girl.

“I love you my princess, sweet dreams.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to the mass of brown curls on the tops of Eves head.

#harry styles #writing #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #dad harry #harry styles fluff

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theamazinguchihabruhs · 8 years ago

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Bang Crush part 3

Also read-> part 1 , part 2

"Hey, I am home," I said as I put my bag down in the corner of the room. I looked up seeing Izuna point at the tablet that Itachi was holding and looking at as if it was some new discovery. Whatever they were watching ended, both Shisui and Itachi looked up at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Are you flirting with your chemistry professor?” Shisui was the one to speak up. My eyes widened.

"What? Why are you asking?!" I grabbed the tablet from their hands and tapped my finger on the play button. "Uzumaki fucking Naruto…" I hissed seeing a video of how I fell on Nardo's lap and remained sitting there. I guess it was obvious to them that I had a bang crush. I was actually looking decent for once.

"Is it true?" Itachi asked the clueless expression remained in his eyes.

“I am not in love with him.” I wasn’t lying...I was not in love with Nardo.

“We are asking if you had a crush.” Damn it, I should have known I couldn’t get around it.

“Uhm..It is called a..A bang crush.” I looked at Itachi.

"Bang cruuussshh~" Izuna raised his cup of tea.

“You knew about this?” Itachi asked.

“Yes, I was the first one who knew.” Izuna bragged.

"I told Sakura, she told...Izuna." I sighed, "Listen, it is really nothing. I am not going to act on it. I just...Flirted a little." Itachi stood up and walked towards the bookshelf.

“What are you doing?” Shisui asked.

"I am not prepared for this," Itachi said and grabbed a book before sitting down.

“You have...A parenting book?” I questioned.

"Bought it the moment mother went to the mental institute," he said, going through the pages. "There is nothing about it." He turned his head to Shisui.

"Maybe Google what to do?" Shisui grabbed his phone, "What am I supposed to type in the search bar. What to do when your little brother has a crush on the professor?"

“Try daughter instead of little brother. I bet it has more results." I was getting ignored like I was a hard question on a test and got skipped.

“What is going on?” Obito looked confused as he got downstairs. I let my head hang the moment Shisui and Itachi both started telling him everything.

"Eeey~ Bang crush!" Obito said, causing Izuna to repeat after him, "But really both of you get off the internet. We will just talk this through."

“Please go back on the internet,” I said.

“Don’t be shy Sasuke, we all have our weird crushes. You are just a teenager experiencing-”

"Ennoouuugggghhhh~" I wanted to shelter my ears from his misery talk.

“What is our plan? Send him to boarding school?” Itachi asked.

“No!” Izuna and Obito both shouted.

"Come on, we all had our fair share of crushes. I mean, did you guys not see me wink at the ice cream man every time he gave me a free scoop." Izuna said, crossing his leg and leaning against the armrest. "It will pass….Through sex." He muttered the last part and I rolled my eyes. I swear this half an hour that they kept talking about my crush and about my ‘teenage hormones' made me cover my ears.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” I shouted.

“Come on, Sasuke. You got to tell us,” Obito tried to pull my hand away.

"Maybe we should call Namikaze, he seems like one of those good dads. He surely knows what to do." Shisui said.

“If he was such a wonderful dad, explain Naruto.” Itachi sounded salty.

"Wonderful dad, wonderful kid. For crying out loud Itachi, he sent us that video because he cares."

“Enough! You guys really want to hear about my sex dream!? Fine! Hear it! Listen to it! Alll theee waaayyy~!!” I was so pissed right now.

“Sex? Are we talking about sex?” Madara took his coat off once he entered the room and suddenly got a long explanation about how I was sexually attracted to my chemistry professor.

“So you are not asexual?” Madara asked and then raised his shoulder, “Eh.”

“You don’t care?” Both Itachi and Shisui said at the same time.

“Dude, look at Sasuke..No way that guy is even considering it. He probably thinks the kid is pathetic and slow with learning. That is why he is babying him around...Aren’t we all?” Madara said before sitting down.

“Thanks...I guess.” I frowned, “I mean...What do you mean he is not even considering it…I mean...I can be ..Sexy? Right?” I suddenly heard all my brothers laughing loudly. “Can I be cute?” I asked and saw them look at one another rather...Awkwardly. “Hashirama said I am cute.”

"He was just being nice," Izuna said looking at his nails in an arrogant way.

"You are the guy people think about when they choke themselves while masturbating. Y'know when there is no wifi or magazines laying around...Or commercials….Actually, let me rephrase that. A guy that is stuck in the woods, that would choke himself while masturbating..In wolf shit." Madara said, "Either way..We don't have to worry at all."

"I guess you are right. A professor won't risk his career just to be Sasuke's bang crush."

“Bang crush.” Izuna raised his glass again.

“What if he does?” I asked.

"You didn't mention your teacher being blind and paralyzed." Madara got up from the couch. "Nothing to worry about."

“I swear to God if I managed to bang him I will film it...And you guys will watch.” I hissed before realizing what I said,”Ugh no..Poor you guys, you will judge me on my lousy performance. Nevermind the tape!” I got up. “But since you guys don’t think I can do it anyway...I won��t stop trying!”

"I am not adult enough to handle this," Itachi whispered in Shisui's ear.

"Yeah, I have no idea either," Shisui added.

"Officially we will blame Obito and Madara if something happens," Itachi said.

“I will make sure they sign the legal papers.” Shisui got up and walked towards the dining table to grab his laptop.

That night I was staring at the ceiling, thinking of every ‘ugly' joke I had heard so far. I sighed before allowing my hand to go through my hair, I grabbed my bangs and looked at it. How could it be possible all my brothers were so good looking and here I was..Being the ugly duckling. I sighed and grabbed my phone from under my pillow. I was going to write an email to Nardo, explaining to him that the next lesson I would be in a little late because of a doctor's appointment, but after that Naruto mentioned the rash I had..I figured to be straight forward and tell him I would come in late because of my "monthly blood donation" and if I would need a doctor's note or not. I better ask Itachi now before I would have to go around the entire hospital to find him. Honestly, I didn't want to miss more than the first ten minutes of Nardo's class. I was learning too much and yes...I just want to enjoy every second I could get with the man.

“Hey,” I heard Izuna say as he opened the door to my room.

“What do you need?” I asked and put my phone on the nightstand.

“Hmm..I thought what Madara said was sort of mean.” He went to sit on the edge of the bed. I let go of my hair, allowing it to fall on my face.

“I wish I could say shit like, I don’t care about beauty, it is the brains that count..But I don’t have that either.” I sighed and sat up, “What I have is the ability to shoot people and beat them...to death.”

“You are a wonderful author. We have read your fanfiction,” Izuna chuckled.

"It is not good...Nothing is." I laid back down, putting my hands behind my head. "What if legit..Nobody is able to love me?"

“I will fuck you, don’t worry.”

“I appreciate that.” I sighed.

“Come on, you are very good looking,” Izuna climbed on top of me.

"You don't have to lie to me. I have eyes and a mirror to look in."

“You are just not embracing your beauty..And seven years of combat training.” He pulled my sweater up, all the way to my chest, “Behold! Sasuke’s inner beauty!”

“Knock it off,” I tried to get him off me, but he refused.

“One picture, come on!” Izuna reached for my phone before lowering my sweatpants so they hung dangerously low, “For reference!” he shouted. I laid my head back down and held my pillow.

"Why won't you just use google!" I closed my eyes annoyed. I felt Izuna's hand ruffling my hair up.

“Just making it look like you had a rough night.” He smiled and I opened my eyes, looking at him with half lidded eyes.

"Wha-" I couldn't even finish what I said before I saw a flash. "My eyes!" I hissed, shutting my eyes.

“Perfect! See you can be sexy as hell!” Izuna turned his phone.

"Eeeiik!!" I got up staring at his phone screen. "TOO ECCHI! DELETE IT, DELETE IT!" I tried to grab his phone, but he pulled it back. "You played me!"

“I am just going to send it to Madara! So he can take his words back!”

“You said reference! Don’t send it! He insulted me enough for a day!” I tried to get the phone back.

"He will take his words back! I will send it to Tobirama, sure he will fap to it!" Izuna laughed and I managed to grab my phone back, wanting to delete the picture if it wasn't for the loading sign.

“Sent" My heart stopped beating seeing the animation on the screen of an envelope reaching a mailbox. "Sent…" I repeated and quickly pressed on the "sent emails" seeing the last email I sent was to "Professor Sunray!" I shouted pressing on it and seeing both ecchi pictures Izuna took.

“What? What?” Izuna asked. I looked up.

"I can never show my face to him again...I have to kill myself." I was being rather serious. Izuna grabbed my phone and gasped before chuckling.

“Oooh! Guy has no idea what is coming to him!” Izuna laughed.

“Izuna!” I shouted, hiding my face in my hands.

"Don't worry! Don't worry!" Izuna repeated, typing something. "We just tell him not to open the first email. That it is was a misunderstanding and it contains some private documents you would appreciate him not looking at."

“What will stop him from looking at it!” I shouted.

"Hey...If he is interested in you. He will look at it, probably fap to it." I smacked his head when he mentioned "fapping" again. "Listen, you go tomorrow. If he blushes when he sees you. It means he opened it and I can't blame him for saving the images. In other words,"

"I have a shot..With my bang crush." I gasped, "What if he is straight and is disgusted by the picture?"

"Then he turns gay," Izuna smiled, "The guy wears an orange tie, you have nothing to worry about!"

“Okay...I need to relax...I will just go there and the worst case scenario he asks me what the fuck is wrong in my head and I can lie it was meant for...My girlfriend or some shit.” I looked at Izuna typing.

"Told you Tobirama would fap to it." He turned the screen of my phone, apparently, now I had sent that picture to Tobirama now and he hadn't responded for two minutes..Even though he was online.

"He is questioning me…He is probably showing Hashirama and they're laughing their asses out. Why did you do this!" I shouted.

‘He responded!” Izuna turned the screen again.

"Is this the same hobo we know?" He asked. Of course, he knew it was Izuna that sent him the pictures. I would never. Izuna texted back: "I KNOW RIGHT!"

"Give me my phone back!" I demanded.

Oxoxoxo

I knocked and opened the door of the lab, seeing everyone looking at me. I turned my head to the blackboard seeing Nardo putting the chalk down. My heart started beating faster and this awkward silence took over.

“Overslept?” Sakura asked.

"I..Uhm..Was at the hospital." I said holding up the note Itachi wrote for me.

"Right.." Nardo wiped his hands off on his pants before reaching for the note. His hands awkwardly stopped halfway, he extracted his hand, then reached for the note again and grabbed it. "Uhm yeah…" He scratched his cheek, looking down at the sheet of paper. I wasn't sure if he was being dorky or… If he was being nervous. I bit down on my lip and stared at the sink.

"What is written here?" He turned the sheet of paper, but my eyes could not read from so far. I leaned in and grabbed the note. Reading Itachi's handwriting was a skill not many possessed.

“One brain for this sucker…” I read and I felt an imaginary brick fall on my head, hearing the class laugh behind me. Of course...Niisan...You piece of shit.

“I never said my brother was a good doctor.” I scratched my cheek.

"Wasn't he the chief of medicine?" Nardo asked.

"Look at you paying attention to what I say. He is a real tease," He put the note down and leaned in.

“Why did you have to go to the hospital.”

"Eh? No! No! I am as healthy as they come." I said putting my hands up in an innocent way.

"Physically...Mentally is questionable." I heard Sakura shout.

"Physically? I am concerned where all the food goes he eats." Neji commented and I turned my head and glared at Neji. Why the fuck was he paying attention to what I eat, though..It wasn't that weird hearing me say every minute of the day "I am hungry, let's go grab food from the KFC," though Sakura thought I was glaring at her.

"Come on, you go to a therapist so often the therapist gets his monthly living just from you," Sakura said.

“Sakura,” Naruto said and for a moment I thought he was going to tell her to shut up, “Don’t tell him. My dad will go out of business without him.” Everybody laughed again and I turned my head back at Nardo.

"I donate blood, every month," I said before turning to my spot next to Suigetsu.

“Noble.” He smiled kindly before continuing his explanation. I turned to the blackboard and I couldn’t help having my eyes on his butt.

Time seemed to fly by when you are focused on something. He turned around and put the chalk down.

"Go on," he said. My eyes widened seeing the board filled with words, I looked at my notebook and well..The blank page was probably not going to help me a lot. Everybody else was already grabbing their supplies and getting started while I didn't even get what I was supposed to do.

"Did you pay attention?" Suigetsu asked.

"Give me a minute," I said as I grabbed the assignment sheet and skimmed it before reading it thoroughly.

“Were you sleeping? I thought you were always the eager one with making notes.” Suigetsu commented as he looked at my notebook.

"Forgot your colored pens?" Naruto walked behind me and chuckled slightly. I turned my head around and shook it. His comment was unnecessary. "It always looks like a unicorn took a dump on his notebook."

"Usuratonkachi, it is a scientifically proven fact that people memorize better when using colors!" I stood up and pushed my palm on the table just when Hinata walked by. Apparently, she got startled by the loud sound. She threw the Erlenmeyer and yelped, taking a step back as the liquid fell on my shirt and the bottle shattered on the ground.

“Fuck,” I took a step back, and this thick chemical smell was now hanging all around me.

“I-I am s-sorry!” I looked up and saw tears appear in her eyes. Either she was pretty fucking scared of me, or she didn’t like everyone’s attention on her right now.

“What was that?” Nardo asked and maybe it was the urgency of his voice or the fact that he was frowning.

"I-I don't k-know-" That was a silly response, surely she must have known what chemicals she has put in there. However, she probably was too nervous to think straight.

“Everybody out, now!” Nardo raised his voice to the class before grabbed me by my upper arm. I could see some tears escape Hinata’s eyes. I bet she taught professor Sunray was mad at her. Naruto quickly wrapped an arm around her and I could see her hug him tightly as he guided her out of the lab.

“I didn’t do anything!” I guess it was my natural instinct to claim my innocence, but can you blame me for always getting blamed for the tiniest stupid things.

I could see Hinata hiding her head in Naruto's chest as my sunflower tried to calm her down by stroking her hair. I never felt such hating feeling boil inside me before. I was the victim! Not her! The door closed and I suddenly realized the situation I was in. Nardo gave me a weird look, perhaps my comment appeared concerning to him. He pulled something and I yelped from the sudden cold water. Yet again my natural instincts were kicking in when I wanted to get out of this cold zone, but I got pulled back and I wanted to struggle to get out.

"Sasuke!" I looked up seeing Nardo look annoyed, "Didn't they teach you about the safety shower?!" I shook my head innocently. Honestly, we didn't really do experiments at school, I am not even sure if our small little school lab has a safety shower. "Strip." My eyes widened in shock and I wrapped my arms around me.

“How about some dinner first?” I raised my voice. The sound of the water sounded so loud. I saw him crack a smile. I took my shirt off where the chemicals were spilled.

"Everything." He said pulling his now wet sleeves up.

"Why is this happening to me!" I hissed as I kicked my shoes off and took my pants off, standing in my boxer shorts with my hands crossed in front of my chest. I was shaking from the cold. "My underwear too?"

“What do you prefer?” He raised an eyebrow.

"On...It is cold…" I said and looked around the lab. It was deserted. Nobody to be seen except Nardo. "How long..Do I have to stay under this thing?" I asked.

“Fifteen minutes.” Nardo leaned against the cupboard not far from me.

“How many minutes have passed?” This was getting uncomfortable.

“Three minutes.”

"I can't survive fifteen!" I shouted my hand clenching in a fist as I unwrapped my hands from my chest. I could suddenly see a small smirk on Nardo's face before he looked away. I looked down at my chest before I wrapped my arms around my torso again.

"Are you laughing about my nipples…" I bit my bottom lip before looking at the tiles under my feet, "This is so embarrassing."

“It is not like there is anything that I haven’t seen from the picture-” The words escaped his lips and I could see regret in his face right away.

"You..You...Saw...The picture…" suddenly it wasn't so cold in the shower anymore. My head felt like it was burning.

“It wasn’t my intention!” He put his hands up.

"I had sent you an email two minutes later asking you not to open the first one!" I looked up with desperation clearly shown in my eyes. "Why would you still open it!"

“Hey! Why would you have even sent it?”

“It wasn’t meant for you!” I protested.

"Really, because the email started with: Dear Mr. Sunray." It was as if he had practiced his excuse in his head.

"There is...There is a real big story going before that-" My nails dug into my skin. I was so embarrassed now. "I have nothing to explain to you! Besides! Why would you bother to open the first email when the second one clearly stated that you must delete it! You obviously read the second one before the first one. Why would you still open the first one!"

"Because!" He remained quiet. I guess he didn't expect he would have to defend himself like that. "I was checking my email the moment you sent it. So, when you sent the other, two minutes later, it was too late."

"What a coincidence. 24 hours a day, sixty minutes in an hour and checking your emails takes about ten minutes. What are the odds that within those ten minutes you checked your email when I emailed you."

"For somebody who can't draw lewis structures, you sure suddenly got your math straight." Nardo ran his hand through his hair. "Well, odds remain odds. The odds can be in my favor."

He suddenly remained quiet, "What wait..No..That sounded wrong. Aaaa!" He quickly walked away. I couldn't help but to chuckle. He was so adorable. He grabbed a few supplies and cleaned the broken glass from the ground before putting something on the ground, possibly to absorb the chemicals from the floor. I looked up and saw the water finally stop. I could only assume the fifteen minutes were over. A few drops of water fell down and I was reminded by the cold again. I was shaking and I had goosebumps all over my body.

"Here," I turned my head to look at Nardo who wrapped a big towel around my shoulders.

“Thanks.” He had his hands on my arms as he looked at my stomach where the liquid was spilled. “How do you feel?” He asked me.

"I don't think the chemicals did any damage to my skin. I could always go to my brother if something pops up." I used the towel to dry myself off. "Ugh..Soaked." I looked at my clothes that littered the floor. Was I supposed to wear my wet clothes again? I would turn to ice before I even got outside!

"Well, I wouldn't risk putting on the shirt, but I could put your pants on the heater." He said picking it up, wringing the water out.

“I never felt this clean in my life...” I used the towel to dry my hair.

"Ha, it is still standing up." I felt Nardo's hand go through the back of my hair, "cool." I held a lock of my hair between my thumb and index finger, examining it thoroughly. My hair was a disaster and I just don't understand: Starting from Itachi's straight hair all the way to Shisui's curly one, why I was stuck with the "duck butt". There was such variety in genes and I was stuck with the weird one.

"Something's up?" Nardo asked from next to the heater. I assumed it was a pun because my hair was always standing up in the back.

"I feel so exposed," I said as I wrapped the towel around me.

"Would you want my shirt? Would that make you feel more comfortable?" I wasn't sure if he meant it as some sort of joke, but I eagerly nodded my head. He loosened the orange tie and unbuttoned his shirt before handing it to me. I couldn't look away from his torso, I had to admit….He looked like prince charming. I had to rip my eyes off him to not be so notable, but I was sure from that point my bang crush went from ‘an attempt' to ‘a must'. I put the shirt on. It smelled a little sweaty, but I didn't mind that. In fact, I quite enjoyed it. I let my fingers go stroke the tie.

“You like orange?” I asked.

"Yes, yes I do." He seems a bit distracted as he kicked this big yellow bin towards those sacks that absorbed whatever liquid Hinata spilled. He put them in the yellow bin. "A friend of mine always buys me orange tie for my birthday."

“Sweet of him.”

"Actually, it's his way of telling me to fuck off." Nardo scratched his cheek before kicking the bin in the corner. "So, Sasuke. That is quite an old fashioned name. How did your parents come up with it?"

“Well...My parents didn’t. Have you ever heard of the book: “The adventures of samurai Sarutobi?” I asked, “Yeah, samurai Sarutobi’s name is Sasuke.”

“That is a book that was already considered old when I was a kid.” Nardo grabbed his lab coat from his chair.

“My brother is weird, but it was either Sasuke or Hime and believe me I think this was one of the few right choices of my parents.” I laughed.

“Hime?” he questioned.

"Yes because the doctors couldn't see what gender I was and my parents assumed I was a girl. So, they decided to call me Hime."

“And then you were born and you ended up being a boy. Ironic.”

"Yeah, and then they were left with yet another boy. Sixth try." I said.

"So, actually your name would have been Hime if it wasn't for the weird brother. You owe him."

"I already give him my blood, what more could he want. A kidney, one-eighth of my liver? Bonemarrow? A lung?" I rolled my eyes.

“Sperm?” Nardo gave me a questionable look.

“You may have that.” I didn’t mean for my words to be said out loud and yet...I did. He laughed and I was relieved he took it as a joke.

A knock was heard from behind the door. Nardo and I shared a look before he walked towards it and opened it.

"Hey, is everything alright?" Naruto asked as he entered the lab and gave me the most arrogant look I had yet to see him give. "These lab coats must be hanging here for decoration purposes, dattebayo!"

I returned the arrogant look, but the difference between his and mine was that I was more advanced in it and overpowered his.

"Is Hinata alright?" I asked, crossing my legs, causing this shirt to move slightly more up, revealing more leg. Hey, I was allowed to show my shaved legs off! I saw Naruto turn his head away, rolling his eyes.

"She is fine, she feels very guilty, but it seems you are just fine." He leaned his hand on his hip.

"I am. So you can do what you are good at." I leaned in, "fuck off."

“What is your problem, dattebayo!” Naruto snapped.

"Jeez, I don't know, why don't you make a video and send it to my siblings!" I raised my voice. I saw Naruto narrow his eyes, probably cursing Itachi for leaking the "source".

"I sent it by...accident?" Naruto gave it a shot.

"Oh, just like Sasuke send me that pic-"

"Naaaaahhh professor! I think there is actually a dryer. Perhaps you can put my pants there?"

“Hey! Good thinking!” Nardo said as he grabbed my pants from the heater and walked out of the lab.

"You sent an ecchi picture, to the professor!" Naruto frowned, "What is wrong with you!" Wow...I never saw his idiotic brain work so fast in figuring something out.

"Apparently a lot! If you haven't noticed, I am constantly in sessions with your father! Besides, why would it even concern you what I do? Perhaps I have sent him a rather erotic picture, what is it to you!? If I remember clearly it is my body and I can do whatever I want with it."

"Yes! But!....But…" He remained quiet and lowered his eyes, "I don't think this is what your parents had in mind when they created you." He scratched his cheek.

"Really?" I got off the table I was sitting on, "You are playing that card with me?" I grabbed him by his collar. For a moment I wanted to snap. Tell him how hard it was to grow up like I did. Forgotten, not cared about, hated. I was just a fighting machine and a punching bag at the same time, but my throat numbed. It is just the way how I was...Not able to express my feelings and just turn everything to anger. "Don't talk like you knew them. You know nothing about how fucked up life can be. How could you? You have a perfect understanding father and amazing mother that both love you so much even if you end up as a failure." I pushed him. "So, don't give me that crap!" I hissed.

“I am sorry...That was a low blow.” Naruto rubbed his neck, “but I just care about you, Sasuke. I am your friend.”

"And that is all you are. You can go back to Hinata and just tell her that everything is alright and she has nothing to worry about."

“What is that supposed to mean?” He frowned and suddenly he was back at being his dumb self.

"Get the fuck out. That is what I mean." I tilted myself on the desk. "If you haven't noticed, I am half naked and wet and frankly I am not enjoying it nor am I feeling comfortable at this very moment."

"I should have known that bitch attitude was an Uchiha thing." he shook his head, "You are telling me you feel perfectly comfortable around Sunray but not me? Hell to the no! That is such bullshit, dattebayo!"

“Yeah, I think I am who decides that.”

“You know what, bastard. I hope you get what you want. I really hope you achieve boning that guy. “

“Thank you?” What was I supposed to say…

"And then when he leaves and you lose your virginity to a married man. You will feel like scum-"

“And that is the key to your satisfaction?”

“No… I will still be here...I won’t even rub it in your face.” He said.

“I am...Losing the point of your dramatic speech.”

"Deep inside you will always know. I was right. And fuck, will you live full of regrets."

“So you are going to back off and let me bone him?”

"I warned you." he walked towards the door looking back to meet my eyes one more time.

"I think it is a mistake worth making," I said. I could see him turn his head, his eyes looking at the ground as he left the lab.

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