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[street-smarts00]

Santa Doesn't Know You Like I Do

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Your first Christmas with Spencer and you get his name for secret Santa. 

WC: 1.8k

Tags: Fluff, Secret Santa, friends to lovers, one use of Y/N I think A/N: Sorry I went MIA :( I got busy with school. I hope to push out many ideas while I’m on break tho. Here’s something cheesy and festive for the holiday season I hope you enjoy! (not beta read don't kill me)

Nothing was right. Nothing you found was the right present. 

This was your first secret Santa with the BAU and you picked Spencer's name out of penelope’s mug. At first you thought it would be easy to buy a present for him because you knew him so well. In almost a year of being with the BAU you grew the closest with Spencer. 

What you didn’t expect was your present ideas to not live up to your own expectations. Nothing you came up with could live up to your own standards. Of course your “slight” feelings for him definitely affected this, but you tried to tell yourself that wasn’t true. 

You ran through dozens of ideas. Clothing, a new scarf, tickets for a play, special edition of a book he loved. But nothing felt like the right present. 

You almost gave up in your search for the perfect present for him. The gift exchange was in less than a week and you still had nothing. Sitting at your desk in the bullpen you considered settling with one of your first ideas. 

While getting up to refill your coffee mug you noticed Spencer’s attention was focused on his computer. He sat there deep in thought with his brows furrowed and lips in a fine line. When you walked by his desk you saw he was playing an online chess game. 

“Working hard or hardly working?” you joked. 

He popped out of his focus from your presence. “I finished my files a little early,” he responded bashfully. 

“Are you at least winning?” 

He smirked, “I’ve won four times. But that’s not even the fun part. The fun is doing different plays every time and seeing what the computer comes up with as the best response.” 

That’s when it hit you. An idea for Spencer’s gift. 

Finally something that felt like a good gift for him. At the end of the day you rushed out of work to go to the craft store and get your supplies. You worked on the gift everyday after work. 

Soon the weekend rolled around and you found yourself at Rossi’s. His living room had the biggest Christmas tree you’d ever seen. Everyone’s gifts sat there for the evening. After dinner you all sat down to exchange gifts. 

“I want to go first!” Garcia exclaimed. She jumped up from the couch and hurried to the tree to grab her gift for JJ. 

JJ excitedly opened the gift bag to find a small black and grey purse with a colorful crochet keychain. The idea that Garcia also handmade part of her gift gave you a sense of relief. 

“Oh this is so pretty. Thank you so much,” she beamed, admiring the bag and twirling the keychain. Garcia squealed in happiness before JJ offered a hug to her. 

JJ then handed over her gift to Rossi, a bottle of scotch. He smiled and thanked her for the bottle saying how his collection needed a new addition. 

He stood up and brought his hands together looking at the tree. “My turn.” He grabbed a thin box wrapped in silver sparkly wrapping paper and walked over to you. 

“For you, my dear,” he handed you the box. 

Your eyes widened and lips perked up at the gift. It may be a little silly but, part of you wished that you were Spencer’s secret santa. You reminded yourself that the possibility of you both picking each other's names was unlikely. The possibility of some things being the same between the two of you was … unlikely. 

You ripped back the paper to reveal a large eyeshadow pallet. Upon opening it, you saw an array of beautiful shades you couldn’t wait to try out. 

“Rossi, this is so sweet. I love it,” You thanked with a bright smile. 

Now it was your turn. Everyone’s eyes only made the moment more stressful. You got up and grabbed the box with a nervous hand. What if he didn’t like it? What if he thought it was too cheesy or corny? What if he thought it was useless as he already owned two of them?

You tried to quiet your thoughts as you handed him the box, but they had no intention of leaving.

“Merry Christmas Spence,” you said softly.

When you turned and walked back to your seat you neglected to see the rising blush on his face. 

Spencer glanced down at the white and red striped paper. He carefully peeled it off and opened the lid to reveal a chess set nestled in between red tissue paper. The board spaces were off-white and royal purple with corresponding chess pieces the same colors. When he picked up the wooden pieces and saw small leaves and flowers painted on them. The King and Queen specifically had crowns in a shimmering gold. 

“Wow look at that,” Emily admired.

Upon further inspection he noticed the small human imperfections in the details. The way not one leaf or flower looked exactly the same. Or how the clear coating over the paint was slightly streaky in some spots. 

“Did you paint this?” He asked.

You nodded your head and answered , “Yeah I did.” 

A faint “awe” could be heard across the room from Garcia. 

“Y/N,” Spencer started, his voice full of admiration. “This is … beautiful.” 

The butterflies in your stomach were getting restless. 

“Really?” you asked, not able to hide the smile spreading on your face. 

“Yes! It’s Perfect,” his eyes sparkled at you. “I love it. Nobody’s ever given me something like this.” He beamed at you with a smile that made you love sick. 

The realization that you both were not alone set in and Spencer cleared his throat before closing the box. The gift exchange continued as Spencer handed over a present to Morgan. 

The rest of the night was filled with catching glances and far away looks between you and Spencer. He seemed to feel more relaxed in a way after receiving your gift. Not that he was acting any differently. He just seemed more open. With the group and with you. 

You lived off that feeling the whole evening. The idea that you made him happy. You helped him see he was appreciated and loved. 

Not that he had to know you loved him. 

He didn’t know that. Right? 

As the hands on the clock passed you announced your departure and said your goodbyes. You stepped outside and felt a chill against your skin. 

You held tight onto your keys as you walked to your car. The snow had just started to fall. Occasional little flurries fell down from the sky. 

“Wait!” Someone yelled from behind. 

You turned to find Spencer trying his best to run but not slip on the icy parts of the driveway. When he got closer you noticed his cheeks and the tip of his nose were pink. Probably from the cold weather you thought.

“I wanted to formally say thank you for the chess set,” he explained. 

“You’re welcome,” you replied with a smile. You stuffed your hands in your pockets away from the cold. “I’m glad you like it. I was worried you’d find it cheesy.” 

He looked confused. “Why would I find it cheesy?” 

You shrugged, “because I hand painted it.”

“But that’s what makes it perfect,” he reassured. His voice is sincere and soft. “It’s personal and shows you care.”

His eyes widened. “Oh um-“ 

He suddenly remembered why he rushed outside and scrambled for something in his jacket pocket. It was a small cube shaped box wrapped in paper covered in snowflakes. Quite fitting for the weather.

“I know I technically wasn’t your secret Santa but I still wanted to get you something.”

You took the gift from him with a slack jaw. “Spence-“

“This isn’t because you were my secret Santa. I still wanted to get you a gift regardless,” he reassured. 

“I- Thank you,” you started unwrapping the gift. 

“It’s not homemade like yours but I hope you still like it.”

”It doesn’t have to be homemade for me to-“ the wind was stolen out of your lungs.  

The gift was a small gold and white music box you immediately recognized. You opened the lid to reveal a ballerina in a pink tutu spinning as Sleeping Beauty Waltz played. Your heart ached as you admired the tiny dancer.

”Is this the music box from that antique shop in Seattle?” 

While on a case in Seattle, you and Spencer went to an antique shop to ask the owner about evidence found at the crime scene that was purchased there. You fell in love with a beautiful music box in one of the aisles. 

“It is. I saw how you looked at it in the store and in the car you said it reminded you of when you used to do ballet. So before we left Seattle I went back to the store to get it for you. I thought it would make a great Christmas present.”

“But, that was three months ago.”

He sheepishly smiled and his cheeks only got more red. “Yeah, I had to keep it a secret for a while.”

Your heart rate started to pick up as the butterflies returned. “I can't believe you went back and bought this for me,” you muttered in disbelief. 

“Of course I would. You mean a lot to me and I knew this was something that would make you happy.” 

You admired the music box before carefully placing it in your purse. “Thank you so much. I love it.” 

His smile grew and reached his eyes. His eyes looked beautiful in this lighting. The Christmas lights from the house made them look practically golden. Even in the freezing cold you could melt from his eyes.

He shifted his weight and licked his lips. He seemed wrapped around the words in his head. “I also wanted to ask if maybe you’d want to go see The Nutcracker with me.” 

Your heart damn near stopped. 

“It’s playing at the theater downtown. I was thinking if we don’t get a case then we could go see the show on Friday. Maybe, if you want to, that is,” he rambled in nervousness. 

“I’d love to,” you beamed. 

His face brightened at your eagerness, but his nerves were still present. “But not as friends. As a date?” 

You chuckled, “Yes Spencer, I would love to go on a date with you. I think the nutcracker is a perfect first date.”

“Great,” he said with relief. “And maybe afterwards we might have time for a game of chess with my new board.” 

God he was cute. 

“That sounds great.”

[rabotimagines]

"Toping you when they usually bottom" GN BOT Reader x Jazz, Prowl, Thundercracker, Soundwave

Summary: First time the bots top you when you usually top them.

Warnings: None.

Genere/Theme: Smut 🔞 MDNI

G1 characters: Jazz, Prowl, Thundercracker, Soundwave.

Notes: Reader bottoms for the first time. Bot reader so valve/spike used.

Pronouns: You, your, yours.

Jazz is a true no leaning switch himself. He expertly folds to fit his partners likes and wants. Jazz isn't too fixated on topping or bottoming, really. He just wants to have fun and share the moments with you. So he's not exactly bemoaning or anything about not topping you yet. ... But it's his creation day, and you ask him if he wanted anything particular, and he leans real close to you, smiles, and asks, "Let me eat your valve out?" Which leads to his current residence between your thighs, with him working you through your third overload of the night with his glossia. Jazz always gives oral like he's on a mission, and tonight wasn't any different. Jazz loves making you fall apart for him. Shame you didn't let him do it more often. He pulls away when you stop shaking from overload number three. "Let me just say... I love my gift." Jazz smiles easy and nuzzles his cheek against your inner thigh.

"Jazz -" the pitch in your tone makes him pause to make proper optical contact with you. Your expression was serious with no room for argument. Jazz fully expects you to tap out for the night when the last thing he expects sounds out of you. "Spike me."

Jazz's jaw sets, and he's on his pedes at a startling speed. "Oh baby can do-" his array pops opens and his spike pressurizes properly. He savors the sight of your dripping valve under his spike before sliding home easily due to how aroused you were. "Frag- Really spoiling me today, huh?" Jazz huffed a laugh, enjoying how you felt fluttering around him. Jazz doesn't wait to start thrusting in lazy but deep motions. Making sure to bottom out every time he did so. Jazz hoists your pedes up onto his pauldrons and traps you against him and his berth.

Jazz's pace picks up till he overloads with a sharp invent. Jazz groans at the feeling of spilling inside you, his hips lazily rolling against yours through it.

You're both venting against one another until Jazz eventually picks up his pace again. Hips soon snapping like they had been before. You jerk and grasp at Jazz's armor tight, your optics are deliciously bright while huffs and gasps slipped outta you. Valve still taking his spike so nicely. "Got two more overloads to go! Need to- catch up with you, Sweetspark." Course Jazz was planning on catching up again if he got you to overload again- and again-

It was unlikely, but Jazz really hopes he breaks before you do.

-

With Prowl, it's a touch- complicated. You didn't really "Top" so to speak before this point- but neither had he. Prowl didn't like losing control on the battlefield or in the berth. You just so happened to be the same. So you'd both begun with servo and mouth activities, with most times it leading to hot and heavy frottage. Most often, it would end with you both usually rutting against one another like a pair of aggressive cyber hounds. Yes, Prowl would like to overload in your valve, but he also wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of the opposite. So Prowl knew he had no right to ask you to do the same. You found a middle ground regardless, and it worked.

Prowl didn't count on it occurring, but it does end up happening when you're grinding against one another again. Both of your servos are over each other's spikes, jerking up and down at a steady pace. Prowl is already close to his own overload- only you end up releasing your own spike and shift, pushing your hips upwards. Prowl hissed in a vent and glanced down at where the head of his spike was now slotting against the folds of your valve. When he glances back up he was met by your bright optics  "Prowl, if you don't spike me right now I'm leaving-" Prowls optics widen and he grasps at your armor and snaps his hips harshly. His spike bottoming out inside you with a gasp. Prowl vents harsh at the sensation of your valve wrapped around him.

Prowl frags you harsh against the berth, his chassis coming down and pressing hard against your own. Much too pent up from thinking he'd never be inside your valve like this and already much too close to overloading. Your servos grasp tight on the base of his doorwings, and Prowl groans. His hips buck harder and harder, trying to savor the hot rush it is. Eventually, you squeeze his doorwings, and Prowl overloads only to keep fragging you both right through it. His transfluid makes a mess of your inner thighs in the process. Until Prowl eventually bottoms out inside you and stilled. Prowl began huffing in panted vents.

He pulled back a touch, the sound of you huffing brings his optics back to your cobalt tinted faceplate. The after effects of a hardy valve overload are still obviously rocking through your frame.

Maybe Prowl could... offer to return the favor. Especially if it raised the chance of you doing the same afterward.

-

Thundercracker kinda does mind, but he also doesn't know how to bring it up. He didn't hate bottoming or anything he just really wants to top you more- or at all. He's got a spike, and he wants to frag you into the dirt with it. The problem is Thundercracker isn't going to say that, and he doesn't exactly know what he's supposed to say about it. So he elects he'll say something when he finds the chance. You're in Thundercrackers lap, glossia in his mouth with your modesty panels pulled back, grinding on one another. And in the heat of it, Thundercracker lifts your hips and drags the length of his spike across the opening of your valve. Your valve lubricant coats his spike, and he gasps at the feeling.

You only jolt and break away to stare down, and Thundercracker lately realizes what he'd just done. But this was the perfect chance to ask, right?

Thundercracker grabs your hips and tentatively lines his spike up with your valve. "Can I?" He asks stupidly, and Thundercracker is immediately regretting how he'd asked that. Why did he do that- Before he can rip into himself mentally, you wordlessly grabbed his pauldrons and started lowering your valve on his spike- and Oh Pit! He's inside you now- Thundercracker hissed a vent at the sensation of you dropping down his length. Digits grasped tight on your hip armor when you sat back in his lap, spike now fully inside you. Oh, you feel Perfect- slag. You squeezing down on him every time you vented made Thundercracker feel hazy.

Your digits abruptly dig into the sensitive base of his wings and Thundercracker keens and spills inside you. Thundercracker groans and ruts against you in short motions through his own overload. Thundercracker can feel his optics brighten fast and harshly in mortification when realization sets in. You're staring at where his own transfluid is now spilling down into Thundercrackers lap. Thundercracker opens his mouth to apologize, but all that comes out is a sharp grunt when you grind down in Thundercrackers' lap. Thundercrackers digits dig hard enough in your own waist the metal wants to try to give and you still. Thundercracker huffs and makes optic contact with you. "Wanna overload in me again?" You casually ask, apparently much too forgiving for Thundercracker.

Thundercracker nods fast a quick. "Yes." Sounding out of him, very glad you were giving him a chance to redeem himself. He genuinely did not know what he'd do with himself if that was his one experience with your valve.

Here's to hoping (and praying) he didn't frag up round two.

-

Soundwave is a true verse normally. But he's frankly so tired from war efforts that he barely has the energy to interface, let alone top most days. He doesn't have a problem indulging you with his valve when he's feeling lazy but still wants to sexually satisfy you. Yes, Soundwave would like to spike you more often or once even. But the days and battles take up most of his energy and free time. One day, you have a mission, and it ends with Soundwave pissed after stupid battlefield decisions that made the entire battle drag on much longer than needed. You were in group A and had a much easier time than Soundwaves group B during the mission. He enters his habsuite to find you already laying face down on his berth, having let yourself in.

Soundwave walks over and doesn't hesitate to straddle, and full-on shoves his faceplate flat on the back of your chassis. Eventually, his servos start wandering with his earlier frustrations feeding his continued touches. Soundwave skipped tracing and moved to fondling and pulling on your frame. Soundwave sees your modesty panel where your valve would be visible to him. he's digging his digits into your hips already. "Permission to spike?" You grant him it and pull your array back, and Soundwave doesn't hesitate to spike you then and there.

Soundwave would usually take his time to savor you or this, but Soundwaves frustrated. And you at least seem content taking that frustration for him. He'll have to reward you later for it, but right now, he's slamming himself into your valve from behind over and over again. "Soundwave- spike!" you muttered and- Ah- he sees. Your spike can't pressurize right with you flat on his berth. Soundwave pulls your hips up a touch, and your spike pressurizes instantly. Soundwave then snaps his hips hard enough to frag you back flat on his berth. Your spinal strut arched and your servos gripped at his berth for some type of purchase. You squeeze down on him, and Soundwave realizes he's about to overload. Soundwaves servos abandon your thighs, and he reaches over further to press his digits over your mouth.

Soundwave groans deep when you wordlessly take two of his digits in and start sucking. Your glossia laps along them with a hum and Soundwave bottoms out and promptly overloads inside you. You overload right after him, which makes Soundwave only press you harder into his berth. Your valve is twitching around his spike length as you come down from both your combined post overload high. You huff when Soundwave pulls his now oral lubricant soaked digits out of your mouth.

Soundwave might have to adjust his schedule and make the time so he can spike you again like this.

[heirofnight]

azriel with an array of silver, chunky rings on his scarred hands. his fingers elegant, lithe. he sits across from you at the large table at the town house after rhys summoned the entire inner circle for an impromptu meeting. there were papers spread across the surface, and you knew rhys was saying something important, but you were not paying attention.

you couldn’t, not while azriel was absentmindedly spinning the intricate ring on his middle finger around and around - his head turned towards rhys while the high lord debriefed you all. the sight of his strong, skilled hands donned in rings that glimmered in the dim fae light + the view of his side profile had you feeling dizzy. especially when he began gesturing as he spoke, hands flexing with the movement. veins popping out in the most erotic way.

he turned towards you - shifting in his seat while reaching for his glass of wine. his eyes found you quickly, and he noticed your glazed, unblinking eyes that were focused on his hands. he smirked subtly at the realization, but you didn’t notice, because. well. your thoughts were elsewhere.

he purposefully went back to playing with the ring, taunting you, pushing it up and down the length of his finger slowly. the movement was suggestive, and he watched as your pupils dilated, your cheeks flushing. he gauged your reaction, his own eyes growing dark at the vivid thoughts that began to flash through his mind.

thoughts involving you, his hands, and the feeling of the cool metal of those very rings across your warm skin. gripping your throat, thighs.

azriel was so screwed.

and you - well, you wish you were.

a/n: someone left a comment under one of my posts mentioning azriel wearing rings and taunting you on purpose once he realizes you like them. and. yeah. i had to write this drabble out. enjoy !!!

[yan-randomfandom]

Hii! Could I request a yan! Jinx with a darling who is on hunger strike? (Bacically, darling got kidnapped and so she decided to stop eating till she gets freed...is that even a word?)

Anyways, ty 4 reading my request and I would be really happy if you were to fuffil it <3

Make sure u drink enough water!

Yandere!Jinx x GN!Starving!Reader

a/n: thank you for your kind words anon! 😺 i just realized how much energy i gave mc here omg 😭🙏

tw; starvation, kidnapped MC ermm

💧 ;

Stubbornness is something both you and Jinx share. It's built into your very core. She knows this, and yet, here we are.

You're tied to a chair, looking away from her with a deep frown on your face—unwilling to eat.

"My sweetest," Jinx groans, dragging out her words. "Darling, baby, angel..." She places her hands on the back of your chair, her breath brushing the tip of your nose—"beloved."

...

You roll your eyes. "It stinks."

With an offended gasp, she recoils from you, her eye twitching. "I— You— Come on! At least I had dinner, but you? You haven't eaten anything for days!"

As if the Gods have a sense of humor, your stomach lets out a loud, drawn-out rumble. It goes on for a few moments... like her hideout wasn't quiet enough already. You have half the heart to glance at Jinx, who's watching you with an unimpressed expression.

Against your better judgment, and despite the deadly stomachache, you don't say anything.

Jinx pushes the bowl of food in front of you. "...Your, uh, stomach's hungry. Please. I just want you to eat—"

"I want you to let me go," you snap, glaring at her. You emphasize your point by rattling the chair with your frail limbs in frustration. "It doesn't help that you tied my arms and legs up. Honestly."

She returns your look, almost clueless. "It didn't have to be that way! You kept trying to escape!"

"I wonder why!!"

An annoyed groan. You can't even tell if it was from you, or her. Maybe both.

...

...

"...I told you I can't," she mutters softly. Not when she started a war.

You scoff and turn away. "Not that you can't. You won't."

Jinx does not reply.

Then, she chuckles. "Still amazin'. All this energy, even in starvation."

...

You press your lips together. Truth be told, you're barely holding it together. You're simply not giving up. Even if it's out of spite. Especially.

She starts walking. The sound of her booted footsteps grows fainter and fainter until, finally—the exit closes.

Jinx left you.

Nothing else accompanies you but the quiet humming and faint lights in her hideout.

Your body seizes the chance to collapse, eyes closing in one blink.

...

The next time you wake up, you grudgingly rub your eyes. A yawn escapes you.

You stretch your body. Your joints pop, relief spreading all across—

Wait.

You sit up from the softest surface you've ever been on in a while. It takes a moment to clear your vision, but once it does, you fall in disbelief.

Lifting your hand, you eye your wrists suspiciously. The patterns of the rope is still visible. But faint. It must have been a while since they were removed.

The chair you've been stuck in for days is gone. Your limbs are untied, finally fucking free from the numbness. A small fan offers a refreshing breeze next to you.

Your heart starts racing.

A whiff of your favorite scent. You perk up.

There's a glass of water filled with ice on the table. Beside it, an irresistible array of food. All your favorite types.

You don't even think twice.

either u try to escape or eat the food—your choice. do both tho cuz u might idk die

[yoiisa]

Hello!! I’m hoping to request wind breaker characters (please include Umemiya, Kiryu and tsubaki if you don’t mind!) with a reader who has really ‘nerdy’ interests? (Nerdy as in buys anime figures, plays dating sims, etc!!)

I just started watching Wakatoi, so I'm more than ready for this request! Coming right up (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

➜ my king umemiya hajime actively funds your obsession with whatever it is that you like ➜ manga? he's buying the latest volumes so that you can read to him. figurines? he'll bring blind boxes to your house to open them together while you hang out ➜ however, the one exception to this support is dating sims. he hates your dating sims ➜ you have an actual, tangible, breathing boyfriend sitting two feet from you, what on earth could you possibly get out of a dating sim ➜ he will pout and throw a tantrum, that's a guarantee

"Y/N!! I'm here!" Umemiya calls, stepping into your hourse. He toes his shoes off and places them on the rack before heading upstairs to meet up with you. His heart thrums in his chest, his excitement making him more hyper than normal. He reaches the door to your bedroom and pushes it open, not bothering to knock. It's a bad habit of his, and you've scolded him repeatedly for it, especially after he walked in on you changing once in his eagerness. This time though he's safe. You're just sat in your gaming chair, your back to him and your headphones on. However it's not you that draws his attention, but rather the image of . . . Xavier. Umemiya stops dead in his tracks, his face falling and going blank as he watches you continue to flirt with code in your computer instead of just messaging him to flirt instead. Eventually, you sense someone's presence behind you and turn in your chair, taking your headset off. "Oh! Hajime! You scared me what are you doing here?" you jump. "What am I doing?" he asks incredulously, "what are you doing?" "Playing games, duh," you gesture to your monitor. "Anyways, how many times to I have to tell you to knock before just barging into my roo-" Umemiya falls to his knees and cradles his head in his hands. You flinch backwards at the sight before shooting from your seat and dropping in front of him to check on him. "Hajime, what's wrong?" "Just my luck, my girlfriend loves a computer more than me," he mumbles to himself. You sigh and gently push his head. "Don't just drop like that, you scared me!" Umemiya looks up at you and points, "And you are mean. How many times will you choose one of them," he points at your computer, "over me?!" The two of you enter a tense staring contest before you finally crack and burst into a fit of giggles. You shake your head and wrap your arms around Umemiya's neck, hugging him tightly. "Sorry, but it's fun!" He sighs and smiles softly, kissing your cheek.

➜ kiryu mitsuki doesn't really get your obsession with all these things that much, but he won't ever make fun of you for it ➜ rather, he'll support you from the sidelines ➜ he won't ever pose a date where you both go to pop ups and themed cafes, but if you ask him to come with you to one, he'll never say no ➜ after all, it makes you happy, and there's nothing that brings joy to him like seeing your smile

"Mitsu, look!" you gasp, pointing at a tiny stall selling a variety of plushes from Fruits Basket. There's a tiny Kyo, complete with his signature pout, and a Tohru with her eyes closed as she smiles brightly. You pull on Kiryu's hand and lead him to the stall, your eyes roaming all along the plushes from the other shows as well. There's Blue Lock plushes, Attack on Titan, Haikyuu, Apothecary Diaries, and so many more. "Cute," Kiryu says, picking up a sample version of Jinshi. "You want one?" You nod enthusiastically, before looking back over the array of characters they have. "We should get a couple! Mmm, let's see, what romance characters do they have?" "What about those ones?" Kiryu asks pointing at the Kyo and Tohru plush from before. You shake your head. "We can definitely get those, but I wanna see if I can find a couple that's more like us." "Hmm, do you think I'm like any of these characters?" "I don't know, maybe not," you sigh after seeing the roster of couples again. "Maybe we should just get Kyo and Tohru then." "I'm fine with anything." You pick up the two plushes in your hands and carry them to the attendant in charge of the stall. Kiryu hands her some cash to pay for the stuffies, and the attendant happily puts the two in a bag before handing them back to you. "Thank you!" you call over your shoulder as you walk away with Kiryu. Later, on Instagram, you post a selfie that the two of you took with the plushes. You hold Tohru and Kiryu holds Kyo in front of your faces, with the show's theme song playing in the background.

➜ tsubaki tasuku knows all too well what it's like to have interests that could be shunned or looked down upon, so he will literally never say or do anything to make you feel embarrassed or ashamed (unless what you're into is like weird fetishes and illegal crap of course) ➜ i think the one thing tsubaki could really get on board with is cosplay though ➜ the opportunity to essentially play dress up, then get to take cute pics, with his favorite person? sign him the fuck up! ➜ he ends up getting super into cosplay as well thanks to you, and a portion of his savings ends up going into funding the hobby

Tsubaki and you are getting ready for a photoshoot. You're tucking the last of his braid into his wig cap. "Tasuku," you marvel, "you have such pretty hair. It's not fair." Tsubaki giggles and waves you off. "Only cuz I do so much to treat it. Your's is naturally pretty though, that's better I think." "Well either way, we'll be in wigs, so what does it really matter?" you place a long white wig on Tsubaki. "I'm so excited! You'll look so pretty as Tomoe!" "I hope so, this wig was expensive, especially to attach the ears on top of it all," Tsubaki says, adjusting the positioning of the wig on his head. About an hour and a half later, Tsubaki is all dolled up, looking like he came straight from the anime. You hurry to grab your phone, taking a few preliminary and more informal photos with Tsubaki. It's a bit weird to see someone who looks like Tomoe acting as refreshing as Tsubaki does, but when it comes time for the professional photos, he quickly snaps into place. Tsubaki's model face is truly a powerful thing, and he's easily able to convey every ounce of haughtiness that Tomoe possesses. He twirls strands of snow white hair around his fingers, which the two of you've adorned with long press-on nails. At one point, you hand him the infamous hairpin from the show, and he effortlessly works his hair into an updo. By the end of the photoshoot, the two of you are huddled around your computer as the photos upload from the memory card in your camera. "Oh my god Tasuku, you're a proper model, I swear! You should really try to get scouted after school is over," you squeal. You smirk and tease, "I'll show these to Umemiya later. He'll adore them!" Tsubaki turns red and laughs nervously. He cups his hands over his cheeks and chuckles, "Ahh, I hope so. But, I do look really cool, don't I?"

a/n: I've always wanted to try cosplay, but it's such an expensive hobby, I just can't. anyways, y'all cosplayers look beautiful ദ്ദി(ㅠᯅㅠ)!

[angelic-sturniolos111]

*The New Avengers | headcanons

authors note: marvel tumblr is SO BACK BABY. we’re getting avengers tower fics again— i could cry 🥹 obviously don’t read if you haven’t seen thunderbolts* although there’s not really any spoilers in this anyways

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Yelena

has a cute array of various succulents on the windowsill of her bedroom.

owns more stuffed animals than the average adult female probably should.

she doesn’t really read all that much, but if she hears of a new bestselling book, or anytime she passes by a bookstore, she always buys a new book for Bob :’)

hates the color pink.

likes to coordinate pranks to pull on Bucky with John.

downloaded tinder just to try it out. made a profile. deleted said profile less than half an hour later. deleted the app. never again.

Bucky

in the early hours of the morning when everyone is still sleeping he’ll make his way to the tower gym, play a YouTube yoga routine on his phone, and do morning yoga. he’s very embarrassed about it for some reason, but it’s therapeutic for him. plus he’s like, 100 years old, so it’s good for his muscles and bones.

HATES the taste of beer. drinks the absolute fruitiest, girliest cocktails and has NO shame about it whatsoever.

really pushing for the team to agree to getting a cat as a pet to let roam around the tower and such. Bucky gives cat dad vibes idk.

asked Bob and Yelena to teach him how to use FaceTime so he can FaceTime Okoye :’)

journals every night before bed.

loves loves LOVES matcha tea.

makes sure he does the daily wordle.

Ava

has a passion for cooking and loves making new recipes for the team to try.

with her newfound freedom and autonomy, she looks back on pop culture moments she missed from her stolen childhood. she finds that she LOVES 1D and becomes a directioner later in life. better late than never.

loves to go to local farmers markets and festivals.

John

diehard Atlanta Falcons fan and always asks (demands) the team to watch the game with him.

Bob always says yes even though he has zero interest in football and has no idea what is going on 99% of the time (he’s just happy to be included :) )

Alexei also always says yes, but it’s because it’s an excuse for him to sit around and drink some beers… then he goes on and on praising “the great American sport” of football.

John hates doing laundry. hates it. like will literally wait until he doesn’t have a single clean pair of underwear left before doing it.

he likes to hit the gym/ train with Bucky even though Bucky outperforms him most of the time. john will pretend he’s not even breaking a sweat to keep his composure and make himself look “cool” for Bucky even though he’s going to collapse on the gym floor (hydra serum IS the fancy one).

John will never admit to it, will take this secret to his fucking GRAVE, but he absolutely loves Bridgerton. he sat in on Ava watching an episode and said things like “this is so stupid” “what is this shit” but then immediately went to his room afterwards and binged the entire series.

Bob

has posters of his favorite bands/artists plastered all over his bedroom walls like a damn teenager.

keeps a (rather large) poster of “the new avengers” on the wall in front of his bed so he can see it before he goes to bed at night and when he wakes up in the morning to start his day.

likes to paint yelena’s nails for her because it’s very calming and grounding for him.

“I mean— I- I can paint them! You know, uhm, like if that’s okay with you? Not in a weird way I- I just—”

“Sure Bob, you can paint my nails for me.” :)

always shyly compliments Yelena and Ava randomly “that’s a nice color on you” “your hair looks really nice today”

loves to sit on the balcony of avengers tower and just people watch, nature watch. really take everything in and ground himself.

gets really excited for holidays. he likes to go to the party store and decorate different rooms in the tower for whatever holiday is coming up.

downloaded Duolingo to learn some basic Russian to impress Yelena… but Alexei ends up appreciating it was more and presses Bob about doing his daily lessons so he doesn’t lose his streak.

Alexei

ice cream addict. LOVES ben & jerry’s. it got to the point where he was buying so much ice cream “for the team” that it was taking up all the space in the kitchen freezer. so, he bought a mini fridge for his room and he keeps them there for himself.

INSISTS that, at least once a week, the team has a “game night” with all sorts of board games, charades, etc… the team will grunt groan and protest everytime he asks, but ultimately they all end up having fun (and arguing like crazy)

watches love island. he 1000% watches love island.

snores SO FUCKING LOUD— like the team is begging Val to reconstruct his bedroom to make it soundproof. you can hear him snoring from down the hall.

never makes it through a single movie. falls asleep every. single. time. very dad of him.

please let me know if you like this because I haven’t written for marvel in YEARS, but I’m looking to get back into it! let me know if you want a part two, or if you want solo character headcanons :)

[sgfgmichaelrry]

thinking about how bob’s eyes would widen when he sees you slide down to your knees, his sweatpants and boxers (wet from when he came in his pants earlier) pulled off his ankles with your feverish hands. your hands smooth up the soft expanse of his thighs, and the gentle kisses you press against his thigh have his chest rising and falling with a particular intensity.

your lips curl up into a sly smile as you lay your head against his knee, staring up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes. “is my pretty boy out of breath just from me kissin’ around his cock?”

his eyes squeeze shut as he nods his head hurriedly, his fingers holding desperately on to the mattress comforter.

you let out a cocky chuckle at his blushing cheeks, inching your hands closer to his pulsing length and dripping precum. at the swipe of your thumb across his pretty tip, bob lets out a strangled moan, the sound vibrating from his chest.

“does my pretty boy like it when i tease him like this?”

bob gulps, the desperation in his belly burning hotter with each stroke across his cock. “fuck, yes. please-“ his whines tumble from his lips, and you’re left with no choice but to please the whimpering man before you.

you bring your mouth to his tip, pressing your lips in an array of kisses on the soft skin while bob bucked his hips towards you, relishing in the minute pleasure he’s receiving. your warm hand moves to grip onto his plush thigh, and your tongue begins painting the canvas of his pretty cock.

with each pass of your warm mouth against his cock, bob fought the urge to thread his fingers through your strands until eventually, you took him fully into your mouth. with one hand firm on his leg and the other staking claim on his base, your lips suctioned around his length and bobbed with immense fervor, your hand’s stroke following rapidly behind.

grunts of pleasure escaped from bob’s chest, and the chase towards his high was marked by his insistent whines. “fuck, princess, mmm, you’re too good, mmh. for me.”

your eyes met his, unwavering as his cock bullied in and out of your mouth. your tongue creeped out and traced the vein beneath his cock, and bob could have sworn he could pass out right there.

you popped off of his length with a particular pop, bringing your hand from his base and stroking up to his tip. you pushed off his knees and returned your lips to his, the sweet exchange of infatuation juxtaposing the sinful swipes of your thumb against his leaking tip.

[lilacmingi]

NIGHT SWIMMING

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Pairing: San x fem reader

Word count: 2,700

Note: I don’t have anything to say except that this one is a little spicy (aka there’s heated kisses)

The sky was dark, blanketing the atmosphere with a cloak of deep black dotted with an array of shimmering stars that seemed to twinkle. You were stood at the large window of the hotel room gazing out at the eye-catching nighttime cityscape. Being the girlfriend of a K-pop idol had its perks and one of them was being able to stay in a lavish hotel when accompanying the group on a tour. Being a non-celebrity, you never got to experience such opulence, so it was always a treat when you had the privilege to travel with the boys somewhere. At times, it felt like this life wasn't yours and you were living someone else's with how many high-end places you'd visited.

This trip in particular took you to a breathtaking country with warm, sunny weather and lush palm trees scattered about the large city that stretched for miles. Ateez were scheduled to perform at a well-known local festival, so the sumptuous hotel room you were stood in would be your home for the next three days—and you weren't complaining, not one bit.

San, who noticed you standing at the window, walked up from behind and wrapped his strong arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder as you gazed out the glass pane in pure contentment.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He murmured, his voice low in your ear, causing you to suppress a shiver.

"Very."

"Not as beautiful as you though." He purred, tugging on your earlobe teasingly with his teeth.

You chuckled softly at his cliche but effective flirtatious quip. "Cheeseball."

He hummed against your skin, tracing his nose down your neck, seemingly unbothered by your name-calling. "You love it."

"Maybe just a little."

San's fingers played absentmindedly with the hem of your shirt, rubbing over the fabric in a loving manner.

"The night is still young. I was thinking about taking a little dip in the pool. You could join me." He spoke against your shoulder. "We'd have it all to ourselves."

You chuckled softly. "That might be nice."

"Should we go?"

"Yeah." You hummed, turning your head to press a kiss to his cheek. "Let's go.”

Minutes later, you were both in your swimsuits. San in a black pair of swim trunks and you in your favorite colored bikini. As soon as you sauntered out of the bathroom, San's sharp gaze was locked on you, following your form across the hotel room. He swallowed thickly, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth while you rummaged for your towel, and selfishly, he hoped you wouldn't find it so he could keep staring at you.

He could only recall one other time he'd seen you in a swimsuit and you'd only gotten hotter since then. He truly couldn't believe you were his.

"Are we going to swim or are you just going to stare at me?" You asked with a small grin, pulling him out of his little daze.

"Mmm. I'm tempted to just stare, but I'd also like to enjoy this place." San got up from the bed, sliding his arm around your waist. "Let's go before I change my mind."

The pool was secluded, not a single person out on the terrace to swim or enjoy the view of the illuminated cityscape in the distance. A pleased smirk settled on San's lips as he draped his towel over the back of a lounge chair. You followed suit, lying yours out before slipping off your sandals and heading towards the pool. A small squeak of surprise left you as San ran by, leaping off the edge to dive gracefully into the water. He emerged seconds later, pushing his wet hair back away from his face, fully displaying his forehead and sharp, pristinely manicured brows.

"A little warning would be nice." You remarked, clutching your chest.

He chuckled lowly, swimming a short ways before rotating to float on his back for a moment. He glided over to the edge where you were standing, smiling up at you.

"Could you hand me my goggles?"

You snagged the eyewear off the chair, passing them over. San slid them over his head, adjusting the eyecups before fixing the elastic strap, pulling on it and releasing it so it snapped against the back of his head in a silly manner.

"You look ridiculous." You chuckled.

"Ridiculously hot." He corrected with a grin, diving forward, his muscular form cutting through the water with ease.

You watched in admiration as he propelled himself to one side of the pool, turning around to go towards the other end. San popped up at the opposite side, hanging onto the ledge as he pulled his goggles down to hang over his neck.

"Come on in. The water's nice and warm." He beckoned.

You lowered yourself to sit at the pool's edge, dipping your legs into the water to test the temperature, which was absolutely heavenly, a blissful sigh leaving your lips in response. You pushed yourself off the edge and slowly descended into the warm water, letting it surround you and caress your skin. Swimming at night was so much better than doing it during the daytime. No crowded pool, loud children, or unbearably hot sun; just you, the stars, the refreshing night air, the glowing cityscape, and the man you loved dearly. After a day full of traveling in planes and cars, you were grateful to have some time to wind down and be alone with your boyfriend.

San's darkening eyes were glued to your figure, admiring you from where he lingered a few feet away, appreciating how the water made you glisten and he found himself wishing he could be those little droplets clinging to your soft skin. He bit his bottom lip in appreciation, eyes hungrily watching you as you lowered yourself fully and swam around a little, your form creating ripples in the water from the way you glided through it with grace.

"This is perfect." You sighed out in bliss at the ideal temperature of the pool.

As you got acclimated to the water, San couldn't stay away any longer and swam over, coming up behind you. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his, letting you feel his bare chest on your back, a shiver running through you at the contact.

You chuckled amusedly at his clingy behavior, San smiling against your shoulder while placing a kiss to your neck.

"Can you blame me?" He murmured, his hands sliding over your stomach. "You're too tempting, especially looking like this."

You hummed softly at his words, turning in his arms to face him, your palms sliding up his sculpted chest, feeling the dips, curves, and valleys of his pectorals, gliding over his prominent collarbones where his silver necklace was draped delicately over them. San's breathing deepened, showing how your touch was effecting him, his sharp eyes dropping to admire your own body. Holding back a grin, you continued dragging your fingers over his skin, taking in every little reaction. Then, you slipped out of his hold and swam away.

"We came here to swim, not kiss." You giggled.

San found your teasing to be incredibly attractive, even though he was disappointed that you slipped away.

"Why not both?" He grinned, dimples poking into his cheeks.

"You have to catch me first." You called out in a playful taunt, paddling off through the shallow water.

He didn't give chase right away, watching you amusedly with a little grin on his lips, the shadows cast along his face making his dimples show more when he smiled.

Then, with a few long strides through the water, San was already on your tail. Adrenaline rushed through your entire body and you let out a squeal of excitement, cutting through the water as best you could in an attempt to put some distance between the both of you.

A sinister smirk curled at San's lips as a devious idea popped into his head. When your back was turned, he pulled his goggles back on, lowering himself into the water until he was fully submerged.

You threw a glance over your shoulder to see how far you'd managed to swim only to find an empty pool. Your heart sank and you immediately started looking around in the water, but due to it being nighttime, you couldn't see a thing, not until you spotted a dark mass nearing you. You started stepping away, finding it difficult to track San from the surface, the darkness paired with the ripples in the water making it impossible to make out exactly where he was. His hands gripped your thighs causing you to yelp, and in one swift motion, he lifted you up out of the water, hoisting you onto his shoulders. Your hands came to rest on his head, legs locking into place so you didn't fall, wobbling slightly as he stood up.

"You scared me!"

"I couldn't resist." He chuckled, tugging off his goggles and letting them hang around his neck.

"You'd better not drop me."

"I wouldn't dream of it, princess." He said, rubbing your thighs.

Instead of letting you down, he started walking around the pool, eliciting happy laughter from you that filled his chest with fuzzy feelings of adoration.

"Wow." You marveled, staring out at the city lights, now having a better view on San's broad shoulders. "It's even more beautiful from this vantage point."

He shifted to gaze at the glowing specks dotting the darkness beyond the hotel. He chuckled softly at your comment, tilting his head back to look up at you while he continued walking around the pool.

"You're always so easy to please, princess."

"Maybe I just find the beauty in simple things."

"And I love that about you." He murmured, turning his head to press a kiss to your inner thigh, the sensation making your heart jump.

San let you down after a few moments, allowing you to slide off his back and into the water again. Still in a playful mood, you started swimming away from him, not getting very far as he grabbed your ankle, tugging you back towards him with ease. He took your legs, wrapping them around his waist and trapping you against his chest.

"You're not getting away that easily." He nuzzled his face into your neck, his soft puffs of breath tickling your damp skin.

Your eyelids fell shut as he pressed a few kisses to the base of your neck, his hands caressing your lower back. The moment felt intimate, gentle, loving, and you never wanted it to end. You could feel the steady rise and fall of San's firm chest and a wave of affection washed over you, making your heart flutter at the proximity. The soft sounds of the water lapping around you was relaxing as San walked thought the pool at a steady pace, his nose brushing your cheek. You cherished moments like these, especially knowing San would be busy for the next couple of days. He had soundcheck tomorrow and a concert that night, plus sendoff after the show, then he had to do it all over again the following day. You knew he would be exhausted, so you wanted to take advantage of the time you had with him now.

"You're so beautiful." San murmured, peppering kisses along your jaw, his mouth warm against your sensitive skin.

His words always managed to fluster you to no end, filling your stomach with a flurry of butterflies. You brought your hand up to his wet hair, letting your nails lightly graze his scalp, eliciting a small blissful sigh from him.

"If all you wanted was to hold me, we could've stayed in the hotel room." You said with a light chuckle.

"Yeah but you wouldn't be wearing this pretty little bikini if we were." He responded, taking a moment to gaze down at your body, biting his lip in appreciation. "I might not have gotten the chance to see it."

"I would've put it on if you just asked." You cupped his cheek, lifting his head up. "I could've put on a fashion show for you."

His sharp eyes glimmered in interest and a tiny smirk played at his lips. "Sounds tempting." His hands readjusted their hold on you, giving your thighs a little squeeze. "However, I like having you out here with me in this luxurious pool that we have all to ourselves."

"I like it too." You responded, pressing your lips to his cheek.

San hummed appreciatively at your kiss, leaning forward as if to silently ask for more and you obliged, your lips coming into contact with the corner of his mouth.

San was walking around the pool with you in his arms, occasionally moving in a circle, your foreheads pressed together. Every once in a while his lips would meet yours for a sweet kiss, his thumbs stroking your waist in a gentle manner, unable to stop touching you.

Your gaze drifted down to San's prominent chest, the dim outdoor lighting illuminating his damp, droplet-covered skin and casting shadows across his upper body, showing just how protruding his pectorals were. You swallowed thickly at the sight, unable to believe this man was yours. Surely you'd wake up in bed and be hugging your pillow.

"See something you like?" You heard the smirk in San's voice before you saw it, your eyes darting up to meet his which were slanted with amusement.

"You already know the answer."

He chuckled, it was an alluring sound that never failed to stir up butterflies in your gut. His face neared yours swiftly, diving in for another kiss, except this one was rougher than the other ones, his lips staying on yours for a moment longer so you could feel their warmth.

He hummed lowly into your mouth, sighing heavily. You shivered at the delightful sensation, your hands coming to hold his face between your palms.

"Mmm." He hummed into the kiss, nipping softly at your bottom lip before taking it into his mouth to soothe it.

He pulled away and started trailing kisses down to your jawline, your hands sliding from his cheeks to cradle the back of his head as he pressed his lips along your skin until he got to your neck. Your head instinctively tilted back as San ravished you with warm kisses, continuing to keep you held against him, the water caressing you as he moved leisurely through the pool.

San had a thing for your neck, always covering it in kisses, sometimes bites if he was feeling particularly playful. Your fingers played mindlessly with his damp black locks, a couple tendrils hanging in his face.

You giggled when he mumbled something incoherent into the junction between your neck and shoulder.

"What was that, baby?"

"Love you."

"I love you too."

San pulled back, his eyes half-lidded and full of adoration as he gazed at you lovingly. "I think I'm ready to go back to the room." He murmured.

"Already?" You inquired.

"Mhm."

"Why?"

"I wanna go back to the privacy of our own space so I can kiss you more." He spoke with a little pout on his lips, the one that made your heart melt into a puddle. "We can shower off the chlorine from the pool, get in our pajamas, and snuggle up in that big cozy-looking queen size bed."

"Oh?" You raised a brow in interest.

"Maybe we could order room service." He added with a little grin. "We haven't eaten since the plane ride and I'd like to get a look at the menu here."

"Sounds tempting."

"What do you say?" He asked, kissing along your bare shoulder.

"I say let's go."

With that, San carried you to the stairs of the pool and released you, watching your form for a moment when you stepped out and padded over to grab your towel. He followed behind after you wrapped up, drying off and draping his towel over his broad shoulders before coming to join you, snaking his arm around your waist and leading you back into the hotel.

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Early Birds

summary: married mornings with Ale

warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering

a/n: i had an urge alright, humour me

word count: 447

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Your legs are wrapped tightly around Alexia’s waist, fingers curling desperately into the fabric of her t-shirt. Her breath is hot against your ear, each exhale sending delicious shivers down your spine. One of her hands is nestled securely at the nape of your neck, fingers gently massaging the base of your skull. The other hand is under the hem of your dress, its fingers thrusting into you with a precise rhythm that makes your breath hitch. “You need to get a move on, Ms. Putellas. “We’re going to have company any minute”

She smirks, her lips mere millimeters from yours as she replies. “After these years it still turns me on when you call me that”

“Egotist,” you tease, your voice breathy and full of impatient need.

Alexia snickers, her hand moving around your neck to squeeze at your throat, her palm pressing against your windpipe. A moan gets caught on the tip of your tongue, and you kiss her hard, slipping your hands under shirt enough to slide your fingers over her chiseled torso. The heat between the two of you is stifling, the urgency to reach the finish line increasing with each passing second.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Alexia asks, her voice husky as she lets go of your neck, reaching past you towards the array of breakfast foods you’d set out for the morning. She picks up an apple slice, popping it into her mouth with a cocky smile, even as her fingers continue at the same eager pace she’s decided to set.

“Fuck” you close your eyes, trying to keep your breathing steady and your tone politely conversational. Her lips ghost along your jaw, her teeth catching your earlobe. Smug bitch. “I’ve got a meeting at ten thirty… a conference call at one… and Teo’s tennis match at three”

“And what about my morning?” Alexia’s fingers quicken inside you, and you arch against her, your thighs clenching impossibly harder around her waist.

“Training… Coaching. One of the two…” You take a hold of the countertop, pushing your hips forward to meet her. The friction was almost too much to handle. “Now, hurry up. Your children are will be down soon”

“Oh, so they're my children now, hm?” Alexia asks, her tone feather light but her movements anything but.

“When there’s a chance they’ll get between me and my orgasm, yes,” you retort, your voice breaking as your wife’s thumb finds your clit.

Alexia laughs softly, her breath hot against your neck. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to be quicker, won’t I?” She leans in, her lips capturing yours in a searing kiss as you moan into her mouth.

[frudoo]

Full Hands — Captain John Price

Me 🤝 writing fics about John with kids

(I want to have his babies)

Warnings: Fem!reader, John is nice but DON’T TALK TO STRANGE MEN!!!!

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The morning had started out disastrous, to say the least. The kids were already up when you arrived, and before you could even take off your shoes, their poor parents were out the door, looking exhausted as ever. You understood why as soon as you saw the mess of clothes and toys that were sprawled throughout the house. With a sigh, you clean the house up, and after wrestling the rambunctious little girl into the bath and dressing both her and her baby brother (who was cranky from lack of sleep and a stuffy nose), you headed out the door to go to the park. You could only hope that the crazy little munchkin would wear herself out and take a good nap later.

“Look out!” You gasp, grabbing the chatty four-year-old by her arm before her face can make contact with a lamp post.

Your yelp wakes up the baby strapped to your chest, and your eyes widen when you see his lower lip starting to tremble. You place one hand beneath his bottom and adjust the wrap so that he feels more secure, bouncing in place to try and stop him from the inevitable cry-session he’s about to embark on. Luckily, your soothing efforts work, and the tired babe falls right back asleep before the first wail can escape him. You sigh softly in relief, grabbing his older sister’s hand and pulling her closer to you to avoid any more potential accidents.

“I wanna go to the paaaark!” She pouts, trying to run ahead of you, but your grip tightens on her.

“We are, sweetheart, but I need coffee first,” you explain, running your thumb along her knuckles as you guide her into the quaint little café.

The little girl huffs defiantly, but her big brown eyes widen in pure excitement when she sees the arrangement of delicious pastries behind the glass display. Instantly, she’s tugging on the hem of your dress, pigtails dancing wildly as she bounces up and down.

“Nana! Wanna cake pop, please? Pretty please? I’ll be good, swear! Won’t be sassy!” She rambles, pulling you to the front and subsequently running into the man that was already trying to order.

Your heart drops into your stomach when the man turns around, and you pull the little girl into your side in a protective manner. He’s tall and built, and were you not afraid that he was about to give this clumsy little girl a piece of his mind, you would have found him rather attractive. Much to your relief, the man gives a soft chuckle, kind eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Look a little young to be a ‘Nana,’ yeah?” He teases, sparkling blue eyes scanning your skeptical face.

“Oh, I’m just their nanny. She refuses to call me by my real name,” you explain sheepishly, glancing at the sleeping baby all cozied up in the wrap you’ve got strapped to you. “I’m so sorry about this. This guy’s been sick, and the little miss is using it to her advantage since I can’t chase after her like normal.”

The man tuts, giving you a sympathetic smile. He looks down at the girl who’s now hugging the back of your leg, poking her head around to meet his eyes. He hums once, pulling out his wallet.

“Alright if I get her the cake pop she’s fussin’ ‘bout?” He asks, nodding his head toward the array of colorful treats.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you wave your hands frantically in dismissal, eyebrows furrowed.

“Nonsense, I insist. Matter fact, what did you want? Some coffee?” He pushes, guiding you closer to the counter with him to show that he’s serious.

“I was gonna get a latte,” you frown, feeling bad for taking advantage of this man’s kindness, no matter how badly he wants to do it.

“Atta girl. That all?” He pats your shoulder, and you ease up a bit—however, still on alert for the girl that’s hiding behind your leg.

“Yes, sir. Thank you,” you smile kindly, rubbing your fingertips along the child’s arm as she giggles.

“None o’that. Call me John,” he grins, handing the barista some money.

You urge the little girl up to grab the cake pop from the barista’s hand. She mutters out a shy thank you (much in contrast to the nonsensical rants she always gives you) before hiding behind the safety of your legs once again. You huff softly in amusement and follow John over to wait for your coffee. He watches as the child takes a bite of her cake pop, chuckling in satisfaction before looking back up to you. His eyes twinkle as he watches you run your fingertips over the stirring infant’s eyelids, trying to get him back to sleep.

“You want to be a mum,” he muses.

It’s less of a question, more of a statement, and it catches you off guard. You sputter with surprise, eyes darting down to the girl enjoying her treat in order to avoid his prying gaze. There’s something about the way he looks at you—not in a predatory way, but in a protective way, like he’s known you for years—that makes you feel strangely content. At home in a foreign place. The little girl seems to sense your comfortable state because she stops hiding behind you and goes to give John a hug around his legs. You apologize profusely but he just leans down to pat the tot on her back.

“Gotta stop apologizin’, love. The little one’s just thankin’ me for the cake pop,” he chuckles, humming his own thanks to the barista as he takes his tea and your latte from her hands.

“Sorr- um. Thank you, John,” you take your drink from him, trying to ignore the way your heart skips a beat as your fingers brush against his. “But really, let me pay you back. I have cash, or I can send it to you-”

“What are you doing later? Once you haven’t got the kiddos, I mean,” he interrupts, trying to conceal the way his eyes had been glued to your lips as you spoke.

You furrow your eyebrows, not expecting to be interrupted, but the softness in those baby blues of his take away any negativity you might have felt. You shrug, sighing when you realize that the baby cuddled into your chest is now fully awake and will absolutely not go back to sleep.

“Not much, honestly. Was gonna cook dinner for myself,” you explain, smiling softly as you watch John wave to the baby, freckled nose scrunched in delight.

“Tell you what: how about I take you out instead, yeah? Consider it payin’ me back,” he beams, hopeful cerulean eyes staring into yours.

“Spending more money on me is paying you back?” You laugh, giving the little girl a stern look as she smacks your thigh to get your attention.

“Spendin’ time with a beautiful woman is more than enough. Swear it,” he pulls his phone from his pocket and offers it to you.

You try to conceal your embarrassment, taking his phone and typing your contact information into it. As you hand it back, John gives you a wink and a pleased hum.

“I’ll give you a call later, hm?” He smiles, patting your shoulder gently when you nod your agreement. “Have fun with the little ones.”

You wave a flustered goodbye to John as the impatient little girl grabs your hand and all but drags you out of the café.

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The Meet-Cute - Zoro's Story - 5

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Trouble 5

Word Count: 4660

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Protective!Zoro; Soft!Zoro; Sexual Tension; Teasing; Flirting; Mature Audiences (I'll always tag the NSFW chapters); Modern Day AU; Reader is being stalked; Fear; Paranoia; Angst; Rom-Com Vibes; Mild Gore-like Descriptions; Blood; Dead Animals Mentioned; Reader in a terror-like state; Fluff; Romance; Banter; Manipulation; Miscommunication; Frustration; Reader is very clumsy;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Zoro are slowly returning to your easy friendship filled with banter and flirting and you actually begin to glimpse a future with the green-haired cop. But then you start to receive weird gifts. They quickly escalate to manipulative texts. And now you're stuck in a spiral of terror and there's no way to get help because the Stalker, whoever he is, is threatening something other than just your life.

Notes: Ohhhh, we about to start shaking things up by the next chapter! I'm so freaking excited!!! I hope you like this one, tell me all about it!

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“Wow.” When Nami said yacht, you thought of one of those sleek, modern-looking boats. Not a pirate ship lookalike. “This is cool.” You state, still in awe at the monstrous ship you're staring at. 

“It's suuuuuuper cool!” Franky exclaims, more excited than anyone on the dock, and you can't help but agree with him. 

The ‘few people’ Nami mentioned are definitely more than twenty - you stop counting - but you recognize some of them: school friends or some neighboring kids from growing up. Others are Franky’s coworkers and buddies, and then there's an array of people that are friends of a friend. 

Anybody who's anybody wants to be at Franky’s party. 

And Zoro’s going to be late. 

You sigh, taking the steps on the plank that leads up to the ship's deck as Nami shoulder-bumps you. “He'll be here, love.” Vivi stifles a giggle when you groan in embarrassment at being caught. You don't even pretend to be thinking about something else, it's all futile with these girls. “In the meantime, let's get you some liquid courage so you can loosen up when he gets here.”

-*-

Zoro had a terrible shift. He hates doing paperwork. It's all so utterly boring. But Captain Mihawk is always grinding him, so he needs to file his reports or he risks getting on the Captain’s bad side. And that's something Zoro would like to avoid if possible. He’s pushed Mihawk’s buttons more than once. 

He doesn't want to go back to traffic control. 

Still, even though what he wished for most at this moment was to pop a cold one, prop his feet on the coffee table, and pretend to watch something on TV until his eyelids drooped down from exhaustion, he's rowing a freaking tiny boat, to get to a huge freaking ship, to attend Franky’s freaking party. 

Just because you're there. 

And he freaking wants to spend time with you. 

Even though he's arriving at the party two and a half hours late - who the fuck changed the road to get to the dock? - just so he can see you. 

Fucking heart. 

With a grunt and a final sigh, he stops the boat near Franky’s ship and uses the ladder his friend left for him to climb aboard. Much like a freaking pirate. 

Then, after a few ‘hellos’ to familiar faces, he makes his way to the bar to grab that cold beer he was craving before settling against the railing on the upper deck to get a good view of the party. 

He won't even pretend that he's not looking for you. It's exactly what he's doing. 

Somehow, his eye zeroes in on you in a split second. And it's not only because of the fact that he always finds you but because you are attracting attention to yourself. And not only because of the insane flailing of arms you're doing - is that supposed to be dancing? - or because of the way your laughter echoes around the deck. It's not even because you look effortlessly gorgeous in your outfit. 

It's because you're magnetic. 

Your simple presence commands the attention of everyone around you. Men and women alike, but the dudes feel bolder. They smirk and wink, they brush their arms against you and whisper words your way. You brush them all off, turning your attention to Nami and Vivi, but some are persistent. They linger near you, revelling in any bit of attention you care to give them. 

And it's making Zoro feel insanely jealous. 

Also, the fact that you're absolutely wasted doesn't help with your naturally clumsy disposition, so it's only a matter of time before you face-plant the grassed deck of Franky’s ship. 

That, or the idiot following you around like a puppy dog catches you with his filthy mitts, and Zoro is forced to throw hands. 

Which he can't. Because he's a cop. 

“So, I’ve got you all figured out, Roronoa…” Zoro smirks, already anticipating the teasing that’s bound to come, and he turns his attention to his friend.

“I don’t know what you mean, Nico.”

Robin chuckles against her wine glass and tilts her head your way. Zoro follows her gaze and can’t help the involuntary way his lips purse as a growl threatens to escape them. The idiot near you is still trying to get your attention.

“You don’t? Well, it’s quite simple, really, I’ve read it a million times. We follow the lovable female protagonist around, watching as she slowly falls for the male main character, revelling in the little things he does for her… like protecting her…”

Zoro’s eye twitches at the same time you swat the idiot’s hand away from your waist.

“And then comes the male character’s POV… and you know what we find out?”

Zoro sighs, his patience wearing thin and ready to snap. “Do tell me.”

“That he fell first. And waaaay harder. It’s quite endearing.”

The beer tastes more bitter than it should as he chugs it down and places the bottle on a nearby tray. “Meaning?”

“Act on it, dummy. Or are you going to wait forever?”

Zoro’s eye never leaves you. His jaw moves as if he’s weighing his options. Then he releases a heavy sigh. “Fuck it.”

So, clenching his jaw and muttering more curse words, Zoro heads downstairs. 

Just in time to see Nami slipping you another colorful drink. One mystery solved, Nami is the one that got you shit-faced. 

You thank Nami with a smile, but as you turn on your heel, you slip - obviously - and the fucking idiot dares to steady you by the waist. A growl climbs up Zoro's throat, but before he reaches you, you're thanking the man and moving away from his grip. And then your eyes light up as you see Zoro approach, a huge smile replacing the fake one you used for the asshole, and Zoro smirks, his jealousy suddenly gone. 

“Zo! Finally!” Fuck. He gets all weak in the fucking knees when you call him that. Who's the idiot now? 

“Hey, Troublemaker, making trouble?”

“Yes!” You giggle and sway your way closer to him, so he steadies you by the upper arm, ignoring how touching you just makes him want to touch you more. “I'm so drunk!”

“I can see that. Thank you, Nami.” Zoro turns to Nami, who beams and raises her own glass in a mock salute. 

“Oh, right! Thank you, Nami!” You say, and Zoro shakes his head in amusement. 

“Don't thank her, Trouble.” You giggle, and he sighs. “So, am I stuck babysitting you again? I don't suppose drunk you is easier to babysit than normal clumsy you?” It doesn't matter how annoyed he may sound. He doesn't mind babysitting you. 

“What? I resent that, Officer.” You giggle and stumble on your feet as he drags you away from the dance floor and herds you to a lounge chair. 

“Sit. I'll get you some water.”

“Nooooo!” Your nails bite into his arm as you cling to him, and the way your scent envelops him with the proximity almost makes him stagger. “You just got here, don't leave me already. I want to spend time with you!”

Zoro groans as his heart skips a fucking beat. What the hell? 

“I'm just getting you some water.”

“But I already have a drink!” You raise your glass, and half of its contents spill to the floor, missing your clothes by inches, though you barely notice it. 

“I see that.” Zoro reaches and removes the glass from your hand, ignoring your protests and forcing you to sit down. “But I'm going to sober you up before you hurt yourself, okay?” He points to the bar that's just a few steps away. “I'll be right there.”

“Boo!! Party pooper!”

Zoro runs a hand over his face. He doesn't mind babysitting you at all. But he needs to keep his fucking heart in check. It doesn’t help that Robin was right. 

He fell first.

He fell harder.

He just doesn’t know if you fell too… 

-*-

You didn’t know being on a ship could feel so dizzying. But it’s as if the boat is shaking harder with every step you take. 

It can't be all the drinks you've had, can it? How many have you had? It's hard to keep count when Nami keeps shoving them into your hand. 

She said something about liquid courage, right? What did you need that for, anyway? 

With a heavy sigh, you watch Zoro leaning against the bar to ask for a water bottle. It had something to do with that green-haired doofus who makes your heart go wild. You're sure about that. 

“Hey, gorgeous. Can we finish our dance?” Rob Lucci, one of Franky’s coworkers who you’ve met earlier sits near you, wearing a lopsided smirk, and you raise your brow. What does he mean by ‘finish your dance’? You were dancing with Nami… 

“Beat it.” Zoro's grunt saves you from any kind of answer, but Lucci simply scowls at him. You can see Zoro's jaw twitching, and you realise how handsome he really is. “Scram, man, leave.”

Lucci stares at you one more time, but seeing as you don't say anything to keep him there, he calls it quits and disappears just as Zoro hands you the bottle and sits next to you, muttering something you can't discern through his teeth. 

“Drink.” He orders you, and you squint your eyes, trying to look menacing. 

“You're not the boss of me.”

A heavy sigh parts his lips as he closes his eye to keep it from twitching in annoyance. “Can you please drink some water?”

Your smirk gets lost against the rim of the bottle as you comply. After a few sips, you set the bottle aside, your smirk still in place. 

“You know what I've just realised?” Zoro opens his mouth to answer but you don't even let him. “You're a really handsome man.” Zoro's reaction is priceless. The tips of his ears turn pink as he opens and closes his mouth, at a loss for words, for once. “Look at that jawline… and your piercing eye? What the hell happened to the other one? You didn't have that scar when I left…” 

Once more, he opens his mouth to speak, but you interrupt him. “Hey! I'm not complaining, it gives you a dangerous look. Unattainable. Scary. Like… Like a big dog.” You smirk at his dumbfounded expression. “All bark and no bite, though. Like a… Golden Retriever! Oh, no. Those are cute…”

“Oi, Trouble, I'm only going to let this slide because you're wasted.” Zoro's ears are still red, and the way he's getting flustered is fuel to your fire. 

“I am.” A devious giggle leaves your lips as you continue to tease him. “And look at these muscles…” His bicep feels like hard rock as you wrap your fingers around it. “So firm and…”

Shit. 

“I bet you could pin me easily.” 

Shit. You should just stop. 

Zoro's eye widens, and you feel his arm tremble slightly against your grip. 

“I mean… With these muscles? Imagine that, Zo, you could pin me against a wall, trap my wrists with just one hand–”

“Stop talking–”

“... and I wouldn't even be able to move a muscle. You could press yourself against me and–”

“Trouble, stop talking.”

You should. Where's your filter? 

“... I wouldn't even be able to wiggle out of your hold, I mean, you're really strong!”

Zoro closes his eye, one hand running over his face as he takes a deep breath. 

“Are you imagining it?” Your question is innocent, but Zoro's red face confirms it without him needing to answer it. “Zoro?” He looks at you, brow furrowed in concentration, and you can almost see how he's trying to focus his gaze in your eyes and not on your lips. “Kiss me.”

Shit.

-*-

You're trying to kill him. 

That's the only explanation he can come up with. Why else would you be saying these things? 

Pin you? Fuck! The way that image is now running through his head is more dizzying than any alcoholic beverage. 

“Kiss me, Zo!” You try again, and it's only proof his hearing is more than fine. It takes him a beat to find his voice, and when he does, it's raspy and affected. 

“You're drunk.”

“We've established that already. Now kiss me.” You shuffle closer to him, and he gets up abruptly, taking two steps back and leaning on the balustrade of the ship, hoping the crisp, tangy ocean air cools him down. 

“No.”

He answers, and you also get up, swaying on your unsteady legs and sauntering over to him, reaching your hands against his chest to steady yourself. 

A groan leaves his lips as his hand instinctively holds you by the waist to help you stand still. 

“Zo…” 

“Trouble…”

You lock eyes with him for a second before he feels your fingers probing his chest muscles. 

“I mean… They feel rock hard! How do you do this?”

Zoro sighs. Fuck. He's barely holding on to his sanity as it is. 

“I work out. You should drink more water.”

“No. Kiss me.”

“You're drunk.”

You stamp your foot against the deck, and that gesture should be childish and immature, not cute! 

“I know! Kiss me.” The way you dig your nails against his chest through his shirt makes his brain consider how they would feel running across his naked skin. So, he closes his eye and takes a deep, steadying breath. 

“You'll regret it in the morning. You're drunk.”

Has he said that enough? 

“Someone very wise once said that drunken words are sober thoughts.” You quip at him with a very proud smile and a hand landing on your hips. 

His lip twitches upwards, and he lets out a small chuckle. “Nami says that.”

“You can't deny she's wise beyond her years.” You smirk, and he chuckles harder. 

Then someone bumps into you and you stumble against Zoro, who steadies you and tries to scowl at the asshole who wasn't careful but he's long gone. And now you're staring right at his lips, a wistful look in your eyes. 

“Kiss me.”

He wants to say no. He should say no. You're drunk. You'll both regret it if your first kiss happens like this. 

But it's so tempting. 

Just say no, idiot. 

“I'll kiss you when you sober up.” 

Close enough. 

“But I want it now.”

Fuck.

“What's going on, here?” Nami's mischievous voice comes out like a lifeline on Zoro's sinking ship.

“Oh, thank God!” He groans.

“Zoro is being mean!” You pout, and Nami laughs. “He doesn't want to kiss me!”

Is there a shovel that Zoro can use to dig a hole in the ground? Would Franky be too upset if he broke a few boards to just… disappear? 

“He doesn't want to kiss you?” Nami gives him the stink-eye, though laced with heavy amusement, and Zoro lets out a low growl. 

“She's drunk.”

“Drunken words are sober thoughts!” Nami quips back, and you gasp, holding her arm and pointing at Zoro in accusation. 

“That's what I told him! And he still won't kiss me!”

Nami laces one arm with yours and tugs you to her side, the curve of her lips lifting upwards while she stares at Zoro. 

“It's alright, sweetie. If big, bad, meanie Zoro won't kiss you, I'm sure we can find someone who will.” What the hell is Nami playing at? “I know Sanji is all gentlemanly-like, but we can see if he kisses you, how about that?”

The low growl that leaves Zoro's lips sounds foreign, even to him. But the thought of the cook, no, the thought of any other man daring to kiss you is enough to make him seethe. His grip on your waist tightens, and he pulls you closer. 

“She's fine right here.” He warns Nami, trying to convey that her joke is not funny with his actions alone. 

“But she wants a kiss, Zoro.”

“Leave it, Witch.”

“I don't want Sanji's kiss, though, I want Zoro's.” Zoro will not admit to anyone how your words made warmth spread through his chest, but he's sure Nami can see the faint tinge of pink on his cheeks and ears, judging from the way she cackles. 

“I know, sweetie, I know you do.” She shoves another water bottle in your hand and giggles, clearly a bit inebriated herself. “Keep drinking this, then. The liquid courage worked, now sober up and the grumpy man will give you that kiss.”

What the hell is Nami talking about?

“Everyone, look up in the sky!”

-*-

All the urge to get kissed by Zoro vanishes with Usopp’s plea. Turning your head upwards and fighting vertigo, you witness in awe as a different array of fireworks explodes in the sky, casting bright colours above the ship. 

“Zo…” You whisper, hoping he's finding the view as magnificent as you are. “Are you seeing this?”

“Yes, Trouble, it's… beautiful.”

You don't quite know why his voice sounds so raw and vulnerable, but the one second you take your eyes away from the sky, you swear you find him staring at you before looking back up. 

But another loud bang distracts your thoughts, and you pat your pocket to try and find your phone. 

“It really is. I need a video of this.” You can't find your phone anywhere, you're sure you placed it in your pocket… Maybe the other one? 

Nothing. 

Then someone bumps into you again, making you hit the balustrade with a small yelp. You hear Zoro grumble and yell at the person who hit you, but he decides to check on you instead of following them. 

Another beautiful blast in the sky steals your attention, and this time you do find your phone. In the exact pocket you were searching for it. 

Strange. 

Or not, since you're absolutely wasted. 

You finally get your video. Zoro hovers near you because you keep leaning on the railing to try and get a good angle, and you're pretty sure you're giving him a small apoplexy every time you do that. 

Afterwards, you keep sipping your water, but Nami drags you to more dancing and partying, though you notice Zoro still watching your every move, probably making sure you don’t hurt yourself, nothing else.  

After a while, you gravitate towards him again, a smile plastered on your lips and still with a sway to your step. You're still drunk. 

But before you say anything, Lucci, who was dancing near you again, follows you, grabbing you by the upper arm to turn you towards him. You sway more than you should and register a low growl behind you before he smiles at you. 

“Hey, gorgeous, want to grab a few more drinks now? I hear this ship’s got some bunks somewhere, maybe we–”

“I thought I told you to scram, Lucci. She's taken.”

You feel heat blooming in your cheeks as Zoro's gravelly voice rings near your ears. His hand rests on your waist as he pulls you back towards him, and you feel Rob Lucci's fingers lose their grip around your arm. 

“Woah, man, sorry, I didn't know. Thought you were just friends...” Zoro mumbles something between his breath as Lucci retreats, though his fingers still grip you tightly. 

“Taken?” You grin, turning around to face him with a raised brow, your hands finding purchase against his forearms. 

“Well, yeah.” Zoro looks away from your eyes, and you see his throat bobbing up and down. “Figured it was the fastest way to send him on his way.”

“Oh, so it was mere convenience?”

Zoro opens and closes his mouth, but then a giggle escapes your lips as you sway some more, gripping him tightly. 

“You're still drunk, so yeah, we can call it convenience.”

“You're so grumpy, Officer.” He sighs and shoves another water bottle in your hands. “Ohhhh, do you have your handcuffs with you?” A mischievous grin splits your lips and Zoro grabs hold of Robin's arm, who happens to be strolling by. 

“Nico, take over. I can't deal with this conversation right now.” He says, exasperated as you open your mouth in shock. 

“Heeeeey! Come on, Zo, I was just teasing!”

But he's already asking Robin to keep an eye on you as he disappears into the crowd.

“What did you tell him? What scared off Roronoa Zoro?” She asks, amused, and you chuckle but don't answer. Maybe your filter is returning? 

-*-

The party lasts long into the middle of the night, and by the time the ship docks, you're already sobered up, though your steps are still wobbly and uncoordinated. Zoro offers to take you home, since you rode with Robin, and you just nod at him, too mortified to try and utter a full sentence his way. 

Maybe he won't bring up the way you blatantly threw yourself at him. Is it too much to ask? 

But it doesn't take him five minutes into the drive to start chuckling. You don't ask why he's amused, you know better than to walk right into that trap, yet he doesn't really wait for your curiosity to kick in. 

“Why so quiet, Trouble? Are you reconsidering your life choices? Maybe silently vowing never to drink again? Or maybe to stop listening to Nami's advice?”

A groan is all you allow before you hide your face behind your hands. Yet, he's relentless in his teasing. 

“You're a really handsome man, look at that jawline.” His impression of you is anything but accurate, yet it's enough to make your stomach churn. So you really said that to him, it wasn't just your imagination! 

“Kiss me, Zo.” 

Oh, God, that too? A desperate whine is all the sound you manage to make while wishing to disappear into the car seat. 

“But my favourite? You could pin me easily.” He lets out another chuckle. “I wasn't expecting that, Trouble.”

“Please, please stop, Zoro. I'll never drink again, I swear.”

“Oh, I doubt that very much.” And then he laughs. A real laugh. 

That is enough to make you leave the safety of your hands and stare at him, his lips still curled back, brows slightly scrunched, and an easy expression on his face. 

“Was that a laugh?”

“What do you mean? I laugh all the time.”

Shaking your head, you turn fully to him, all previous mortification forgotten. “No. You chuckle, you smirk, and sometimes you snicker. You don't laugh.”

Silence surrounds you as he enters your driveway and parks the car in front of your porch. Then he makes eye contact with you, the semblance of a snicker still ghosting his lips. “Guess now I do.”

You barely have time to register what that could mean before you both exit the car. You're embarrassed at how Zoro has to steady you as you climb the steps because the world is still spinning, but at least you're of sound mind again, so no stupid words will leave your mouth now. 

“Are you regretting the way you behaved, Trouble?”

You stop in front of your door, one hand playing with your keys as you take a deep breath. 

“No. Not all of it, at least. Drunken words really are sober thoughts, I guess.” You whisper, making sure your eyes are locked with his and trying to ignore how your heart is thrumming against your chest.

“All of them?” Zoro's tone carries mischievousness in it, and you bite your lip to stifle a smirk. 

“Yes.”

He takes a step forward, his hand brushing lightly against your waist, a place he touched so many times tonight, but not once did it burn like now. 

“Are you sober now?” He lowers his voice as his eye lingers on your lips. 

“I am.”

“Good.” Zoro leans in, head tilting slightly to the side. “Because I'm going to kiss you.”

You barely have time to let out a gasp before his lips touch yours. Your eyelids flutter shut, and just as you're about to reach for his neck and deepen the kiss–

Beep, beep, beep… 

Your phone alarm starts blaring in your pocket, an obnoxious sound that disrupts the night - and the moment - making you both groan as you fall apart. 

“Are you kidding me?” Zoro grumbles, though without any real bite to his words, and you fumble with the device, trying to make the annoying sound stop. 

You finally manage to silence it, and you giggle nervously. “I'm sorry! I didn't set any alarm, my alarm sound isn't even this obnoxious, I don't know what happened and–”

Zoro tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, a devious smirk on his lips as he leans down again. “Let's try this again, shall we?”

Your stomach flips, and butterflies take flight as your heart skips a beat. 

But just as your lips brush together, his phone starts ringing. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He complains taking the phone out of his pocket, a frown on his lips as he sees the name. “It's the station, I need to answer this.” Then you witness his expression somber as he paces back a little. 

Just like that, you know your moment is over, so you sigh as Zoro hangs up the call. 

“It's an emergency at the station. I have to go.” You can actually see the annoyance in his face and the slight tinge of dissatisfaction in his eyes. 

“Maybe we can finish this another night?” Perhaps there’s still some alcohol lingering in your blood, because that was very bold of you. 

Zoro is already skipping down the steps, two at a time, but he stops near his car, leaning on the open door and smirking at you in the most devious way you’ve ever seen him.

“Trust me, Trouble, next time I won’t stop. Even if the world is ending.”

You’re still smiling giddily at his words when you enter your home and lock the door. You can’t wait for what happens next.

-*-

Zoro lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head, trying to clear his mind. Setting his phone in its holder, he dials Captain Mihawk’s number and sets it to speaker.

“Roronoa.” Mihawk’s gravelly voice answers after one ring.

“Someone took out his eyes? What the fuck?” Zoro still can’t believe what he heard earlier.

“We don’t know much yet. They had to perform urgent surgery on him. We’ll know more when he wakes up.”

Zoro’s foot presses down on the pedal, still riding under the limit, but barely. “What kind of sick fuck would do that?”

“We don’t know. But there’s a possibility you saw him tonight. After all, it happened at your friend’s boat party.”

Fuck.

“Where’d you find him?”

“A dock worker found him. Wrists bound, eye sockets empty, in shock.” Mihawk’s voice is curt and methodical, a voice of someone accustomed to gruelling murders and grizzly stories. After all, he’d spent far too long in the big city and seen too much.

“Anything else?”

“A note.” A clue. “Pinned to his chest with a nail. It said: ���She’s mine.’ Nothing else. We’re still running it for prints or other evidence. Sounds like a crime of passion, jealousy, possession, perhaps?”

Zoro’s teeth grind together. Something feels fishy about all of this. Something he can’t quite put his finger on. A crime of passion seems far too simple…

“Sounds like it. I’m about to pull up, talk soon.”

His heart constricts as he thinks of you. It might be just a coincidence, it has to be just a coincidence… What are the odds, really? What happened can’t have anything to do with you… Still…

After spending the night following you around like a puppy, Rob Lucci is found hurt, maimed, with his eyeballs missing?

Zoro releases a heavy sigh and shakes his head again. Maybe he’s reading too much into everything. You’re safe. And he’ll make sure you stay that way.

That’s all there is to it.

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|Chapter 6|

[themanwhovibez]

More thoughts on D-Pax and how Orion is dumb

Because like, he does dumb things alllll the time. Including trying to likely crawl through things and then he gets stuck.. which might lead to a little thing or two, you know. It's late, he tried sneaking out after being almost caught and gets stuck in a vent. Bro spams D-16's comms, who finally wakes up and now he's forced to go find the mf to help him out. First he laughs at him, but when trying to tug him out, their panels are kinda rubbing and Orion immediately notices, especially because he's stuck to just touch rn. He can't see, so he's getting suuuuper hot & bothered, but D-16 can feel his body warming and the slight noise he makes. He's thinking he accidentally hurt him or something, maybe the vent isn't getting enough air so he's just warm. Orion is trying to push though, play it off but D-16 gets suspicious until after a specific tug, a little grind, Orion's panels just pop open and D-16 pauses. Slowly looks down to see his entire array soaked and suddenly Orion has gone deathly quiet & still, aside from the tiny thunks from inside the vent (Orion's hitting his head)

And then D-16 teases the hell outta him because dude, really, now?? before Orion just kicks him in the shin lmfao

[nubiawrites]

chapter nine

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character

Warnings: Slow burn. 18+. Smut. Sex. Unprotected sex.

Summary: Aaron and Iriye find out some things are better left unsaid and raw.

Notes: so... y'all gonna hate me after this. i'm running away. love yall. leave a comment or a grievance.

MASTERLIST

A cloudy haze of smoke rose from Tamara’s lips as she and Iriye sat in Cece’s office, the headshots of the many actors placed on a cork board. But one constant remained true: Aaron’s beautiful face, eyes staring back at her through his headshot.

“Looks good, doesn't it?” Tamara asked. Iriye looked at her friend, feeling just a little discombobulated from the few hits of weed she had smoked. It was a ritual for them when they were making final casting picks to go into a room and smoke a little till they were both confident of the picks. But this time felt different. The elephant in the room being Vivian Kincaid’s perfect headshot that Iriye wanted to throw darts at.

“Hm,” Iriye responded. Tamara chuckled at her friend.

“You’re such a fucking lightweight,” Tamara shook her head, passing the blunt back over to Iriye.

“You’re a lightweight, lightweight.” Iriye shot back, her words brows furrowed as she was high as a kite. She took a deep drag from the blunt, coughing some as she released it from her lips. “We really can afford good weed now.”

“Thanks, Daddy Warner,” 

“Don’t say that,” Iriye chuckled. “Wow…” Tamara got up and moved to tap on the corkboard.

“I think Vivian is the better choice,” Tamara stated. 

“Excuse me,” Nelly pushed open the door with her shoulder, balancing an array of snacks. Iriye grabbed the box of cosmic brownies, opening it up to retrieve her favorite snack. Nelly placed the rest of the snacks down on the desk.

“Sam is excellent. Don’t get me wrong, but Vivian, she killed it. Whatever you said to her, Iriye, it worked. Even when I talked to her afterward, she was much more chill,” Tamara stated.

“Yeah, kissing Aaron would do that,” Nelly remarked. Iriye bit into her brownie after removing the plastic, needing something to distract herself.

“Oh, is Nelly jealous?” Tamara teased, passing the joint to Nelly. Nelly wasn’t a smoker, enjoying edibles mostly, but she wasn’t going to pass up free weed. She took a deep drag and handed it back. 

“No, I’m not,” Nelly exhaled after smoking, her eye looking to Iriye. Iriye nestled back into her chair, trying to avoid Nelly’s look, feeling she would give herself away.

“Cuz, if you like Aaron, just say it. You were teasing Iriye about her emails with him,” Tamara popped a chip into her mouth.

“No one likes that man. Right, Iriye?” Nelly coughed. Iriye was frozen, her high slowly and steadily hitting her.

“Iriye-” Iriye swallowed the brownie part she had been chewing.

“I think we should go with Vivian,” Iriye stated.Nelly cut her eyes to her and Iriye shrugged. “Vivian has the grit. She made it flow effortlessly with Nora. Plus it’ll make the studios happy and atleast her stylist will make sure she’s a gem on the press run,”

“I agree. This could be a beautiful work relationship blossoming for us. Plus, her and Aaron are easy on the eyes,”

Nelly turned to Iriye as Tamara arranged the photos better on the board.

“What the hell are you doing?” Nelly whispered.

“I’m just doing my job,” Iriye stated, grabbing for a chip, but Nelly snatched it away.

“No!” Nelly let out. Tamara turned to Iriye and Nelly.

“Y’all good?” Tamara asked.

“We’re fine,” Iriye stated. “Right, Nelly,”

There was a look of chaos in Nelly’s eye that Iriye was battling with as she stared back at her.

Don’t do it. Iriye raised her eyebrows.

Come on. Nelly pouted.

“Y’all not even related, and you’re doing that freaky twin shit,” Tamara whined, taking back the joint and taking a hit. “What am I missing?”

“What?” Iriye sat up straight.

“On the board. What am I missing?” Tamara looked at Iriye with a chuckle.

“I think… the headshot for Grant,” Iriye moved the headshot up and stepped back.

“Perfect,” Tamara smiled. Iriye took that as her cue to grab her sneakers and slip them on.

“I think that’s my cue to call it a night. We finished the cast board,” Iriye stated. Tamara brought Iriye in for a hug.

“I’m so glad I’m getting to do this with you. The both of you,” Tamara pulled back to reach for Nelly. Nelly came over, and the three women hugged. “Imagine us doing this in London when we’re shooting this film. It’s happening, y’all,”

Nelly looked over at Iriye, and she smiled back softly.

“It’s just like we all dreamed,” Nelly said, the words biting Iriye in the ass. “All together. As one. All upfront,”

“I’m proud of us,” Iriye changed the subject, pulling both women closer.

Iriye had managed to get out of Tamara and Cece’s apartment, and her Uber was waiting outside. She had slinked into the back, trying to stay aware as she was slightly high. She shared her trip with Nelly and Iriye, wanting them to know she was good.

She then opened her messages and saw that Aaron had texted her.

Iriye bit her lip, seeing the sweet little text messages they sent to each other, a dopier smile coming onto her face as she reread them. She bit her lip and went back to her Uber app. She shared the trip with him as well, biting her lip. She was going back between Instagram posts and such, her fingers tempted to type in her name.

“Vivian,” Iriye said softly as she began typing into the search bar, but her screen showed an incoming call, and she playfully rolled her eyes.

“You know, I thought you would be busy being British and suave in your apartment?” Iriye stated with a chuckle, relaxing back into the seat.

“I was, but then I saw you shared your ride with me,” Aaron said into the phone. “What would it take to get you to reroute to my place?”

“Are you asking me for a bootycall?” Iriye chuckled. “Bootycall?

“More like a sleepover,” Aaron chuckled. “You and Tamara and Nelly must have had a time?”

“We have a ritual. Something we do once we get towards the end of prepoo,” Iriye chuckled. “I mean, preproduction,”

“The wordsmith that you are,” Aaron said. 

“You know how good I am with my mouth,” Iriye whispered.

“Come over,”

“I should. But I have soooo many snacks at my home. And I just got that bed warmer for my mattress,” Iriye giggled.

“I have snacks,” Aaron stated. 

“Yeah, but I need the cheesy puffs. The kind that melts in your mouth,” Iriye nodded, her head feeling fuzzy. “Can you get me some,”

“If you come over,” Aaron bartered back. Iriye hummed for a second. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Fine. But Cheeto puffs. All the junk food,” Iriye said.

Once her detour was completed, Iriye leaned against the door, knocking lightly. It opened, and Iriye saw Aaron, her face immediately moving to smush against his chest.

“You feel nice,” Iriye purred. Aaron pulled her further into the apartment, shutting the door behind them.

“You are properly knackered,” Aaron stated, feeling her turn in his arms, and she began leading him to the kitchen.

“You sound even more British when I’m high,” Iriye admitted, keeping his hands around her as she began looking for things to snack on. “Where are the Cheeto puffs?” She said in a lower voice, Aaron chuckling at her.

Aaron moved to the top of the fridge and picked the bag down; Iriye smiled, moving to sit on his counter and giggling as he gave her the bag of chips.

“This is amazing!” Iriye opened the bag and put a Cheeto into her mouth, chewing. Aaron watched from the doorway as she dug into her treat. “Oh, you want one? Does John Stewart eat Cheeto puffs? I don’t know if it’ll go with the green,”

“You are very chatty when you’re high,” Aaron came closer to her as she sat on the counter.

“Very much so. It’s kind of like a weakness of mine,” Iriye popped another Cheeto puff in her mouth, still trying to have manners with him as she covered her mouth and chewed.

“So if I asked you anything, right now, it’s sort of like a truth serum,” Iriye swallowed the cheesy residue in her mouth. 

“Maybe,” Iriye shrugged, licking the residue off her fingers. Aaron caged her in on the counter.

“What’s your favorite color?” Aaron started with a small question. Not too much pressure.

“Purple. Black. Whatever shade your eyes are right now. They’re pretty,” She admitted.

“Thank you,” He chuckled. “No one has ever called me pretty,”

“Well, we need to make a habit of saying that,” she said, pushing the chip bag to the side. He moved to clip it, and she hummed, grabbing a paper towel and wiping her fingertips. “What else do we you got for me on your version of fifty questions with Vogue,” 

“Is that one of your little obsessions?”

“Yes. Ask away the questions,”

Aaron took a moment to rub his chin.

“Why don’t you like to talk about your dad?”

“Wow, no chaser at all,” Iriye chuckled, leaning back softly.

“I could have probably been better about my words,” Aaronnsaid apologetically. She shook her head, her arms around his neck, and hugged him.

“Don’t be sorry,” She whispered before she pulled away. Iriye began to try to take her sweater off, Aaron helping her, and her goddess locs came down. One unraveling and her sighing. “I’m in dire need of a hair appointment,”

“You still look good,” Aaron fixed her hair for her and leaned in for a kiss, her pulling back.

“I taste like weed mouth. You know. The taste when you smoke afterwards,” Iriye explained. Aaron rolled his eyes and kissed her, purposely licking into her mouth. She moaned into his mouth.

“Still you,” He kissed her again before pulling back and helping her off the counter.

He led her to his bedroom, taking one of his sweaters so she could wear it to bed. 

“Don’t think I forgot you didn’t answer the question,” Aaron said, pulling her under the covers once she was in his sweater and panties. Iriye bit her lip, playing with a loose thread on his cover while his hand rubbed up and down her back. 

“My dad left when I was ten,” Iriye stated. She saw Aaron’s face, and she gave him a sad smile. “He and my mom always had an interesting relationship. When they were good, they were great. When they were bad, you could feel it. But my mom refused to show me anything less,” She explained. “Until he left. He didn’t even say goodbye until months later. He sent a letter. My mom read it and said I could, too, if I wanted. But seeing how upset she was. I didn't want to make her more upset. So I threw it away,”

Aaron watched Iriye, seeing her vulnerability. She was looking anywhere but in his eyes. His hand moved to trail up her arm and cup her cheek.

“Aaron, you don’t have to,” He silenced her with a kiss on her lips. “I don’t want you feeling sorry for me, okay?" She mumbled against his lips. He pulled away.

“I don’t feel sorry for you, Iriye,” He said, stroking her cheek. “I just… I care about you,” Iriye saw the tenderness he was treating her with and she relaxed into his embrace.

“You care about me?” Iriye asked, looking up in his eyes. He nodded. 

“I do. Especially when you care about me too,” Aaron stated.

“I care about you. And it scares me. But I don’t want to close myself off to it.” She admitted. “Ask me another question… please,” Iriye said softly. Aaron pulled her closer to him, his hands rubbing up and down her back.

The different questions had lured a sense of truth and comfort out of Iriye. One she would have been afraid of, but Aaron had held her through it all and kissed her softly. He made her feel safe. 

“And that’s why I can’t eat there anymore,” Iriye said with a chuckle, her hands around his waist as she laid her head on his chest. 

“You’re a wild thing,” Aaron chuckled tiredly.

“It was four-dollar margaritas. I loved it,” Iriye nuzzled her head closer, kissing over his heart and letting her leg intertwine with him. “Can I sleep here?”

“I was hoping that was the plan. And it’s late.” Aaron pulled her leg higher over his hip. She shut her eyes, lulling herself further into sleep until Aaron watched her and shut his own eyes.

Iriye jostled awake a little when she felt Aaron moved when his phone alarm went off.

“Ignore it,” Iriye mumbled as she clutched onto him.

“I gotta work out, love.” Aaron let her clutch his pillow. He kissed her softly. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be back when you wake,”

Iriye hummed, returning to sleep as she heard him moving around his space.

Iriye had woken up two hours later, lazing around in his bed for a bit. She felt relaxed, and her mouth felt dry. She got out of bed, realizing she was in Aaron’s black pullover sweater, and smiled. 

Iriye went over to where her things were in the room, and she found her phone, seeing that it was dead.

“Shit…” Iriye looked around and quickly found a charger Aaron had lying around. She plugged her phone up and went to the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of water and moved to sit on the counter, seeing the Cheeto bag neatly on the top of the fridge, and she smiled softly. She heard the front door jostle and bit her lip, hearing Aaron come in.

“Morning,” Iriye said, her legs swinging as she sat on the counter. Aaron pulled his headphones out and smiled at her as he came over. “I hope you know I’m not letting you have this back. It’s too comfy,” She shrugged.

“Comfy for you. Sexy to me,” Aaron said, kissing her softly. 

“We’re a mess. You’re all sweaty. I haven’t gotten a chance to brush my teeth,” Iriye felt his hands moving up her thighs and hummed. Aaron chuckled as she tried leaning away again.

“Well, there’s two ways we can go about this,” Aaron licked his lips as he took Iriye in. 

“Okay, what are you thinking?” Iriye asked, her hands going around his neck. Aaron lifted her off the counter, letting her slide down against him.

Well, you can join me in the shower. We get cleaned up, and then you let me fuck you in the shower,” Aaron stated.

“Oh, getting clean and getting dirty,” Iriye rolled her eyes. She felt him shift her to turn in his arms, having her face the counter as he pressed into her from behind. 

“Or we get dirty and then get cleaned up. Either way,” Aaron moved her hair out of the way and kissed down the side of her neck. Her eyes shut, a moan slipping out of her as she pressed back into Aaron. “We get dirty together,”

“You are… something else,” Iriye could feel him hardening against her. “Aaron,” She breathed. She felt his hand skim underneath the sweater she wore, and she pressed her legs together as he slipped it into her panties.

“Relax and let me have fun,” Aaron kissed her cheek. Iriye opened her legs for him, and his hand slid between her folds, collecting her wetness.

Iriye moaned as he found her clit, her feeling his lips trailing up to her ear. “Aaron…” She whimpered, his fingers rubbing circles into the bud. 

“I got you,” He groaned, pressing his length into her backside, rolling against her backside. His fingers slid down to her entrance, and she felt him push two fingers inside of her, a cry erupting from her body. “Fuck, you’re so wet. This all for me?”

“Yes, it’s for you,” Iriye whined, her nails gripping his arm and digging in. She felt him gradually riling her up. 

Iriye rolled her hips into Aaron’s hand as she wanted him to go faster. She felt his fingers peed up some, and she whined, turning to kiss him softly as she pulled his head towards her.

“You want something; use your words,” He said as he slowed down his hand, feeling Iriye’s impatience in the kiss and how her hips rolled against him.

“Aaron, please,” Iriye moaned.

“Please, what?” Aaron’s free hand came up to tilt her head to face him, his hand pressing against the sides of her throat. A soft gasp left her because no one had tried that before, but discoveries were always fun.

“Fuck me,” Iriye whined. Aaron pulled his fingers out of her, and she felt him step away, knowing he was going to get a condom, but she grabbed him. “Just fuck me and pull out,” 

Aaron groaned, and his hand pushed her panties down, Iriye kicking them away. She leaned forward and looked back at him, seeing him take his shirt off. Then, he pushed her down his sweats. 

Iriye moaned out as she felt his length press against her lower lips, the first touch of his bare length to her pussy making her whine. She heard him groan.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Aaron kissed the nape of her neck, his hand finding her shoulder, and he pressed into her slowly, Iriye crying out.

“Oh my god,” She cried out as she felt him inside of her without a condom. She felt him so deep inside of her, and every vein and ridge was pulsating.

“Fuck…you feel so good,”

“I know. You too,” Iriye wanted to cry about how good his length felt inside of her. Write poetry about the dick. He was so thick that she could feel the tip hitting her g spot. She whined when he pulled back and delivered the first thrust and then another; his hand pulled her back by her shoulder onto his length. 

Iriye cried out as she felt Aaron’s length keep hitting just the right spot and honestly, she was so turned on by him. The lack of protection.The fact that she trusted this man. God she trusted him with herself. Much quicker than she would anyone else. 

“Aaron! Aaron! You’re fucking me so good baby,” He had her on her tippy toes, wanting to push back against him as he fucked her.

Aaron was amazed at everything Iriye did. The way her arched back. Her ass smacking against him. The sounds matvching his as he pushed into her. It was all so much and he wanted more, especially feeling her without a condom. It was risky but he felt so much closer to her.

“Aaron! Fuck!” Iriye leaned forward to push back against him. But it wasn’t enough.

“Come here,” Aaron moved his hand around her to pull her up to his body, his arm moving around her collarbone and neck as he held her back to him. Iriye cried out louder as he slid deeper. “You’re so wet wrapped around me. You always get this wet for me?”

“Yes Aaron,” He held her tighter to him as he fucked her harder, her voice crying out louder amongst his groans. 

“You wanna come for me?” Aaron pressed his face against the side of hers, his arm tightening around her neck as she could feel him throbbing inside of her.

“Yes I wanna come for you,” She gasped, trying to catch her breath. 

“Rub your clit for me. Don’t let up,” He kissed her cheek before she felt him thrust himself faster into her. Wet slaps and cried echoed through the kitchen, Iriye’s hand between her thighs as she rubbed her clit in the way she knew could get here there.

Moving in tandem, Iriye cried out as Aaron grunted and moaned, his hips working against hers. Iriye could feel it. Her orgasm just right there. Finally, the right roll of her fingers against her clit sent her spiraling into her end. She cried out, knees going week but Aaron pressed her against the counter, his hips bucking into hers still.

Aaron felt how much wetter Iriye got as she orgasmed around him, his hips pumping into her more and more as he raced to his end. Her moans and cries, growing louder as he pounded his length into her. 

“I’m close,” Aaron warned her, giving her the moment to back out unless she wanted him inside of her, filling her up untils he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Come for me,” Iriye moaned out. Her head turned to the side, catching how wild and out of control he looked. “Please,”

Her asking so politely was all it took for Aaron’s orgasm to pulse through him, coating her insides and making his length creamy with both their ends. He caught himself against the counter, not wanting to crush her with his weight.

“God,” Aaron groaned, feeling her quake around his length. Iriye bit her lip shyly as she felt how wet they were together. 

“Come here,” Iriye leaned up, her lips connecting with his. She moaned softly as he kissed her back, pulling her closer. She giggled against his lips as Aaron playfully brushed his hand against her breast. “Stop before you start something again,”

“Like you wouldn’t mind it,” Aaron kissed her cheek. “You got your land legs again because if I remember, I had to hold you up,”

“Go start the shower,” Iriye said playfully. “We should get cleaned up. I’ll see if I can get a, you know… morning-after pill delivered, I guess,” Iriye didn’t know how to not be nervous at this new milestone. She felt Aaron pull out of her, their combined essences sliding down her leg. She shivered as she thought Aaron collected it to push back inside of her. 

“Don’t be too long, Love,” He turned her to face him so he could thoroughly kiss her, Iriye leaning into him before she felt Aaron smack her ass. He pulled away with a smirk, pulling his sweats back up. Iriye watched as he walked away, chuckling more so to herself. She found her panties, pulling them on. 

Iriye saw her phone powered on and quickly checked it while she heard Aaron run the shower. Sliding it open, She was bombarded with texts.

Tamara: you good?

Tamara: you made it home?

Tamara: Iriye

Text after text, Iriye saw the panic rising in her until she got to the last one.

Tamara: Why are you at Aaron’s place?

Iriye tried her best to collect herself. 

“Fuck…” Iriye breathed out. 

As much as Iriye tried to focus on the shower she and Aaron were sharing, she kept thinking about Tamara’s text, and that continued as they got dressed. 

“Something on your mind?” Aaron asked Iriye once they left his parking garage for the day. The plan was to stop by a pharmacy, Iriye would get a morning-after pill, and then they would head to her place so she could grab clothes to spend the weekend.

“Um… yeah,” Iriye tried to explain her discovery. It’s a funny story. Tamara knows I’m here… with you.” Iriye needed to stop sharing her location with her friends.

“Oh.” Aaron kept his eyes on the road.

“Turn here. The pharmacy is here,”  Iriye directed. Aaron followed, and she bit her lip as they pulled into a parking lot. “I’ll be quick,”

“Iriye,”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you tell her about us?”

“Aaron, there is a timeline for getting the pill. I’m not on birth control,”

“You have plenty of time,” Iriye rolled her eyes.

“I-I don’t know. I don’t know,” Iriye shrugged as she looked at him.

“Right,” Aaron turned back to stare out the window.

“Aaron,”

“I get you want your privacy, and I like mine, but hiding me from your best friend,”

“Your director-” Iriye pointed.

“Your best friend,” Aaron challenged, and Iriye huffed. “I like our little world. I enjoy getting to know what makes you tick. Maybe I hope I’m something or someone who is a part of that,” 

Iriye looked at his side profile, and she saw his jaw clench. She hated that she had caused it.

“I’ll be in and out,” Iriye said, knowing it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. But it was what she needed.

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[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 4 - In plain sight.

Levi Ackerman x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: after getting the help of a friend to take pictures as a wedding gift to your fiancé, you get a little carried away and Levi just so happens to catch you, you discover two very important things that day… Levi loves watching you get yourself off and you love having him watch you get yourself off.

Word count: 1.6k

CW: modern AU, NSFW and adult content, slight nipple play, use of sex toys, anal play, anal sex, unprotected sex, double penetration, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, Exhibitionism.

You held up the leather belt and looked at is with fear, when you had asked Hanji to help you with a gift to surprise Levi, you didn’t expect this and now you were beginning to regret not turning to Erwin or even Miche instead. “Come on, put it on… didn’t you say Levi will be home in an hour and a half” they nodded, “Hanji, this is only belts and buckles, there is nothing to put on” you said as you started to strip down, “oh yeah, what about these?” They asked in a sarcastic tone before handing you stockings and heels. You took the stockings and slipped them on, before slipping the messy of straps and buckles that was the belt, and finally slipping on the heels.

you looked to Hanji and they smiled widely, “aww you look so sexy…!” They shout and moved closer to you, they hands moved to your waist, fixing the belt before their fingers danced up to your breast, Hanji cupped them and you squeaked trying to push them away, however they only pressed in closer and began pinching your nipple. “I’m making them perky and stick out, if I’m pinching to roughly I can suck on them” they explained in a seemingly serious manner and you shook your head, having them pinching your nipples was already too much, how could you stand having them sucked on, “that’s not necessary, it doesn’t matter” you spoke looked over to your coffee table were an array of toys and other items sat, “it might be, they’re just not stay up” Hanji hummed mostly to themselves and you finally gathered enough strength to push them back, “Levi with kill both of us if he catches you sucking on my breast… don’t be so lewd” you scolded your friend and they laughed, before pulling their phone from their pocket, “yeah probably, let’s get these photos out the way or Levi will actually kill me” they laughed and you nodded.

You knelt on the couch holding your cheeks spreading them and showing off the long string of thick beads coming out of your ass, your faced back at Hanji, looking at the camera in their hands as they snapped photos on you, “good now slowly pull on the beads until they’re out” they directed and you followed slowly pulling on the string of beads, you moaned as each bead popped out of you, until they were all out.

“That’s it, he’s gonna love this” they hummed and then began instructing you into another position. You now crouched on the coffee table and leant back on your hand, you were fully open and exposed to Hanji’s camera, you adjusted your hips and slowly sunk down on a thick dildo, it was girthy and long, with abnormal ridges all over it, it looked more like a strange blue horn made of silicon instead of a fake penis. Hanji continued taking photos of you all while you bounced and bucked on the dildo, you moaned loudly and cried out for your boyfriend, “you’re getting pretty excited… well I’m done with taking photos” Hanji smiled and placed their camera down, they looked at their phone, “uh oh, we took too long… how about I leave that with you and just give it back to me tomorrow when you’re all done with it” they laughed as they pointed to the messy dildo still suction-cupped to the table, you looked at them with a wide eye expression and grabbed the collar of their shirt, “shut up… don’t say that, it’s not like that” you sputtered out and they laughed even louder, “sure, looked have some fun with Levi tonight and I’ll drop of the edited pictures tomorrow” they smiled and pinched your hip before quickly ducking out of the way of your hand, they grabbed they back pack and ran to the door before quickly leaving calling out a quick goodbye before shutting the door behind them, you sighed and looked at the mess of used toys on the coffee table, your eyes drifted back to the dildo and you debate with yourself about what you should do, you walked back over to the table and knelt on it, you wrapped a hand around the thick silicone rod before you began to pump it, you then moved to squirt over it again and sunk back down on it.

You continued bouncing and rubbing your clit as you watched the front door waiting for your fiancé to get home, they you didn’t need to wait long as not even 10 minutes after Hanji had left, Levi was walking through the front door.

“I’m home…” Levi called before he stopped in the doorway and told in the site before him, there you were, his fiancée on his coffee table with nothing but a belt, some stockings and heels covering your very naked body, tears rolled down your cheeks, drool dripping from your chin and your cunt wrapped tightly around a dildo far too big for your body to be taking so willingly. Levi dropped his work bag and finally stepped in, he shut the front door and walked over to the couch, before sitting and allowing himself to admire your body and the wonderfully open position you had put yourself in, “was this little performance meant for me?” He asked undoing his tie, you weren’t sure how to answer because ‘yes’ in a way it was, as you were only like this to take the photos as a wedding present, but also ‘no’ because you had mostly just gotten carried away. “Hmm… I don’t like your silence” Levi tilted his head and you stiffened, “it was for you in a way but I got carried away” you explained and made a move to get off the table, but you were stopped “keep going… I like this, I wanna watch if you’ll let me… besides I’m too tired to have sex” he groaned and sat back getting comfortable, before he unbuttoned his shirt and pants, he removed his dress shirt and shifted his pants and boxer-briefs down his hips, you nodded and readjusted yourself and watched as your fiancé as he began pumping his flaccid cock, “go on then, get off for me… let me watch you cum all over that thing” he chuckled flatly and you nodded before setting back into your steady bouncing motion you once set for yourself before Levi arrived home.

You moaned loudly as you cupped your breasts while you bounced quickly, a wet sloppy noise filled the room and you began reaching yet another orgasm, “such a needy cunt…” Levi laughed as he lazily pumped his fist over his shaft, though despite the obvious lack of effort he was putting into rubbing himself, his cock was leaking so much pre-cum you were certain you’d be drowning in it if your mouth was wrapped around him, “you… it… much…?” You cried out a broken sentence, you’d found yourself having to choose between breathing or trying to moan out a sentence, and this amused Levi more than he cared to admit, “haha… you having a hard time baby” he stated flatly, but there was a hint of something that shone through.

You leaned back on your hands and rested your knees on the table, now grinding your hips up and down on the dildo, you found this position far more comfortable and relaxed as your body began to feel worn out, “you looked exhausted, are you?” He asked feigning concern and you nodded, Levi huffed out a slight smile as he continued to watch you begin to holt your movements, “I can’t anymore, my hips are too tired… help me please” you sobbed and Levi chuckled, “you’re so cute…” he stood and walked around the table before kneeling behind you, he grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks, admiring your ready hole, “Christ, you used this one too… whatever you were doing it must have been real special” he whistled and rubbed his soaked tip against your loosened hole, before he whispered against your ear “can I take this hole?” He’s voice tickled your skin and you nodded not even giving yourself a moment to overthink it.

Levi used his thumbs to hold you open as he pressed his tip into you, he grunted as he slowly glided in, the feeling of your tight walls and ridged dildo, your poor body could barely handle his cock on a good day and here your were, taking him in the back and also taking a monstrous dildo up the front, “I’m so impressed with you” he moaned in your ear as his arms wrapped tightly around your body, holding you all while his hips rolled up into you. You grabbed Levi’s arms and cried at the feel of unimaginable pleasure he was giving you, a series of ‘oh god’ and ‘fuck yes’ left both of you, Levi’s fingers found their way to your puffed and aching clit, he began furiously rubbing it while his hips snapped into you, chasing the orgasm he so desperately craved, “you want it in you… don’t you?” He grunted in your ear and you whimpered an incoherent response as your body seized and you came for the last time, Levi grabbed one of your legs and held it up giving himself better access to your tight hole that just so happened to get tighter as you began to cum, his hips faulted before he pressed so deeply into you, you body shifted up and the dildo slip out of you.

Levi sat in the bath tub with you, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, as your back rested on his chest, “thank you baby… though I’m still curious why you were like that” he hummed into the crown of your head, you sighed and closed your eyes “you’ll see… so please be patient” you hummed and he chuckled before kissing your cheek and holding you closer, “alright, but only because you asked” he smiled and watched as you fully relaxed into him.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 3 - Gojo Satoru: Silk paradise.

Day 5 - Shota Aizawa: kitten’s treat.

[transingthoseformers]

Thinking about the different forms of hilarity that could come from Meg’s unfortunate acquirement Tarn body pillow being one-side versus double sided. Double sided means that’s there’s a lewd and non-lawd side, but it also means he has to put work into hiding that sucker if he had mecha in his quarters (plus it means occasionally he gets an eye full of what some bot has a assuming Tarn’s dripping Spike and valve look like when he accidentally flips it over.)

BUT ONESIDED PROVIDES A WHOLE DIFFERENT DILEMMA.

Imagine. You are whatever berth partner Megatron has brought in, Starscream, Soundwave, or perhaps through some magnificent chain of events: Optimus Prime. You both are getting charged up, playing around. You get to the berth, you go to grab a pillow to prop up Meg’s hips because 1) You’re considerate or 2) (if you’re Starscream) you’re making a jab at his age. You grab the nearest thing nearby as you both pop your panels, one hand on his array, a large memory foam pillow. You pull it towards you but something catches your eye.

You flip it over. And there, laid out in a scene of slightly muddled sheets, with energon goodies spilled out beside him, essentially rose petals, and a come hither look in his eyes is Tarn. His likeness printed onto the other side of this pillow in stunning quality. You look at the pillow—you look at Megatron.

Megatron demands to know what’s taking you so long and pushes himself up to look at you.

He sees the pillow.

He sees you holding the pillow.

He sees that you are seeing what’s on the pillow.

You make optic contact.

You are absolutely right and I do think it should be Optimus

Because it would be so so awkward for Optimus

[littlefireball]

Please can you do a San x Reader period sex like f**k away the pain. Pretty pretty please. But she's a squirter and doesn't know it. Nor has she ever had sex on her period so she thinks he will be disgusted etc?

~🐶~

Okay!! Here you go😎

ᴄꜱ|ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ (ᴍ)

ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴀɴ x ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ (ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ)|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ||ꜱᴀɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.6ᴋ

Fk away the pain series

Masterlist

As a tool for political marriage, one cannot anticipate affection, nor should one expect genuine concern from a spouse. Were it not for the strategic interests binding the two nations, this man would be entirely irrelevant to your existence. His daily companions are hardly the epitome of refinement, and witnessing him engage in earnest labor is a rare occurrence.

More often than not, he is either indulging in drink or entangled with various women, showing little regard for the responsibilities of royalty. Externally, you are burdened with the fallout from his indiscretions, while internally, you grapple with an overwhelming array of duties.

When frustration envelops you, you often escape to the garden beneath the night sky, relishing the tranquil beauty of the deserted space. Although you initially sought solitude, you cannot seem to shake off San, your husband’s knight. His stern presence has become a point of annoyance for your spouse, prompting him to assign San to you. Initially, you were indifferent to his company, yet there are times when his unwavering attention feels a bit stifling.

"Your highness, you drink too much." San once more cautious you against excessive drinking, emphasizing its detrimental effects on your health.

"It's okay, San. I'm not drunk. See, the moon is beautiful." As you lean back, your head cradles in your hands, you admire the luminous moon, a soft breeze caressing your face as you swing. "Hey, San. Push me." "Yes, Your Highness." A resigned sigh escapes San's lips, for his only recourse is to comply with your wishes and ensure your safety.

The enchanting aroma that surrounds you captivates him, causing him to gulp nervously whenever he draws near. He's powerless to resist. You radiate beauty, courage, and intelligence, surpassing every girl he's encountered. As you lean your head against the headrest, your head brushes against San's stomach with every gentle pull of the swing. Oops, something bad pops up in his mind.

"Hey, San. Do you like someone?" Your words make him pause, hesitating for a moment before he resumes pushing the swing. "Your Highness, why do you suddenly bring this up?" As you open your eyes, you catch his anxious gaze. "It's time for you to think about marriage." "I…I'm…not ready for that." You raise an eyebrow and gently hold his face, which he tries to shy away from, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. "Or do you prefer boys? That boy named Wooyoung?" "No, no! I like girls!" He grips your hands tightly, his nerves overwhelming him, fearful that you might have misunderstood his intentions.

"Kidding." A playful smirk crosses your face, a rare pause in your hectic schedule, and he's completely enchanted. He might not remember the exact moment he fell for you, but one thing is clear: he will do everything for you, no matter what.

"So, you have feelings for someone?" He bites his lip and nods slightly. "Oh, that girl must be lucky. Who is she?" "Your Highness, do you really think she's lucky?" "Why do you ask?" "Because… she was forced into a marriage with a man who didn't love her, burdened with all the royal responsibilities that were never meant for her." You release your hold on his face, the realization dawning that he's speaking of someone you know all too well─yourself.

"Maybe you may think she's not lucky." Lowering your head, you clench your fist, stammer. "But…I think she's lucky because she has someone who likes her." Both of you fall into silence, only the sound of breathing can be heard. His face remains hidden from view, leaving you uncertain if your words are causing him any distress.

San, your devoted knight, holds a unique place in your heart. In moments of peril, he is always the first to shield you, to rescue you, and to reassure you of your safety. Unlike others who seem preoccupied with the life of your so-called husband, San's loyalty runs deeper.

Initially, you believed his actions stemmed solely from duty, yet they often blur the lines of propriety. Who else would allow a princess to rest her head on his shoulder, shedding tears into the night? Who would clasp her hand in a moment of vulnerability? He understands he should maintain distance, yet he finds himself unable to resist the pull of closeness.

"I…I wanna go back." Silence. "S…San?" As you pivot, he unexpectedly envelops your eyes with his large hand, leaning in to press his lips against yours. His warm breath lingers on your skin, mingling with his gentle caress, catching you completely off guard. Time seems to stand still; the distant chirping of birds and the gentle breeze fade away, leaving only the soft pop of his departure from your lips.

"I… I beg your pardon…" He withdraws his hand, avoiding your gaze. Words elude you, the whirlwind of emotions overwhelming your senses. "N-nothing…" You stammer, the feelings swelling within you struggling to escape the tight confines of your throat, leaving you with only that single utterance. "Just go back." Your eyes meet his, filled with a profound disappointment, extinguishing the spark that once ignited within him.

"I shall summon the maid to escort Your Highness to your chamber. I deeply regret my actions." San turns away, leaving you in solitude upon the swing.

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Not long ago, an exquisite invitation graced your presence, beckoning you to a lavish dinner party hosted by the illustrious Kingdom of the Far West, in honor of the joyous arrival of the king and queen's precious baby girl. Should your rapport with the royal family be strong, attending this splendid affair would be a matter of course. However, the kingdom's secluded location presents a considerable journey, and while this is a minor inconvenience, the true challenge lies in the discomfort of your period pain.

"Goodness…" A sharp hiss escapes your lips as the agony in your stomach intensifies. The painkillers you've been relying on seem utterly ineffective now, as if they've lost their power over time. Perhaps your body has grown accustomed to their presence, rendering them useless in your battle against this relentless discomfort.

"Your Highness." The sound of a knock at the door draws your attention, and San's icy voice echoes in your mind. Ever since that fateful day, a chasm has formed between you, with him deliberately steering clear of you. You yearn to reach out and clarify things, but your hectic schedule keeps you from doing so. Frustration wells up inside you, and you can't help but loathe yourself for it.

True to form, he had the limousine door swung wide open, patiently waiting for you to slide into the seat. You stifled the unease bubbling inside and offered him a smile, yet he feigned ignorance, as if he hadn't noticed. Internally, you berated yourself for being so distant in your reaction. The truth was, you were at a loss for words at that moment. Despite the mutual affection between you, the differences in your identities loomed large, creating an undeniable barrier.

San sits across from you, deliberately averting his eyes or shutting them to escape your gaze. A yearning to engage him stirs within you, yet the weight of your anguish holds you captive. The constricting embrace of the seatbelt heightens your discomfort, prompting you to release it, hoping that San may not notice it.

"Kindly secure your seat belt, Your Highness." "Blast it," you mutter, prompting San to arch an eyebrow at your unexpected cursing. "It is for your protection, Your Highness." "I'm not feeling well, okay? I don't want to buckle it." Your sharp retort takes him by surprise, as it is uncommon to witness your ire, save for matters concerning your so-called husband or during your period.

"Would you care for some pain relief, Your Highness?" "It's useless." You sulk, a blend of annoyance and delight washing over you as he finally engages in conversation. "However, you insist on securing your seat belt first, despite its discomfort." "No way." You fold your arms defiantly, resembling a petulant child, prompting San to exhale deeply as he approaches you, the limousine stops.

"What are you doing?" "Assist you to fasten the seat belt, Your Highness." Just as his hands move toward the seat belt, the limousine starts up, causing his balance to falter and his entire form to lurch forward into you. His face falls into the crook of your neck with both of your chest pressing against each other, causing blushes creeping up your faces and something hard sinks between your thighs.

The moment he hits you hard makes you crave for more, wanting him to collide with you harder and deeper until you reach your limitations. You can't help but doubt if it is normal to be horny during your period.

"I apolo…" Just as he prepares to depart, you draw him into a fervent embrace, your breath a soft whisper against his ear. "Do you recall the vow you made when you pledged yourself as my knight?" "I would move mountains for you, come what may." Your fingers curl into a fist, the pressure of your nails biting into your skin, leaving crimson impressions on your palm. "Is that promise still binding today?" "The vow endures for eternity, Your Highness." "Then do me a favor."

You draw him into an ardent kiss, surrendering to the moment without hesitation. His eyes flash with astonishment, yet he swiftly gathers himself, allowing his eyelids to flutter shut. With a deft motion, he slips his hand beneath you, pivoting your form to nestle you upon his lap as he takes his place on the seat.

"I've loved you for so long." He whispers against your chest, placing a tender kiss before rising to lock eyes with you. You cradle his face, bestowing a delicate kiss upon his lips. "Me too. I'm sorry for that day." As your words resonate, tears glisten in his eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. Without hesitation, he closes the gap, capturing your lips in a kiss that is both tender and fervent, his tongue dancing with yours, leaving a trail of warmth that drips down your chin.

You both part from each other, unbuckling San's belt to free his cock, latching back on each other to a passionate kiss. Gently tucking your hair behind your ears, his lips meet yours before moving down to your neck, inhaling his favourite scent while leaving a trail of red marks on that. "Others may see." "I want to show them." Giggled, you wrap your arms around his board shoulder and slightly lift up yourself to let him slide down your pants and underwear.

"I'm on my period…" "It doesn't matter cuz I love everything about you." He sucks on your collarbone after a tender kiss. "You are exaggerating." Smile at your light patting on his chest, he takes out a condom from his pocket and tears the package by his teeth. "You have it?" "Just be prepared for the unpredictable, just like now." His strong arms move to your thighs, pushing you up to aim at his arched member. "San…" You stop him by gripping his shoulder. "It's dirty…" "I said I love everything about you. It's okay, princess." Pulling you closer to him, you slowly sink down after he is wrapped up.

It is your first time. Everything is overwhelming once his hard tip thrust into your emptiness, rub against your wall deliciously. "Gosh…" Your head falls into his neck, shutting your eyes tightly. "It's okay, just take it slow." He murmurs, leaving a broken kiss on your neck as a comfort. Thanks to your blood, adjusting his huge size is not as difficult as you imagine. He starts to thrust upward as you grip his shoulder tightly, stopping each time for a while after another push.

"You're so deep." You struggle with your breath with an open mouth even if it is not intense at all. The period pain seemed to be hard for you to enjoy. "Let me help you, babe." His arm wraps around your small frame, laying you back against the seat without pulling out. "Is it better?" You respond with a nod as he plants a soft kiss on your lips, a warm smile gracing his face. One hand steadies himself on the seat while the other rests on your waist, sliding in and out at a steady pace. You tilt your head back, and he showers your skin with kisses, leaving a trail of marks that declare to the world that you belong to him.

"He doesn't deserve you." He confesses while continuing to roll his hips into you, making your back rub against the seat from his movement. "I wanna claim you as mine if I could. I won't let you down, won't let you do all the work." Guiding your palm to his lips, he gives peck on it while locking his eyes with you.

"It's enough if you're on my side." You respond. He claims you into a deep kiss while drawing his hips, shoving your spot as he pushes in. You let out a soft whimper and wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to slide deeper. The pain fades away and is replaced by endless pleasure. Both of your moaning become so loud but the driver can't hear anything because of the barrier between the driver and passenger.

"I'm so close." His thrusting becomes fast enough to ruin you, numbness runs throughout both of your bodies. He let out a low growl and bite on your neck, the pain and the pleasure push you over the edge. "San…san!I'm…oh my god.." You can't even form a complete sentence and his name is the only thing in your mind. Stomach tightened, something is about to burst out and you have no idea how to describe it. Only moaning and screaming can vest the overwhelming sensation.

"Oh fuck!" With a loud cursing, you squirt all and wet San's pants. "Oh my god, I am sorry." "Goodness, you squirted." He chuckles and his cock twitches from your warmth. "So close, babe." With a quick thrust, he finally cums in the condom and rests his forehead on yours, huffs. "Ride me next time." You pat his chest and giggle, slowly calm down from the excitement.

"Let's clean up." He helps you dress up and clean the seat to ensure there is no evidence left in the limousine, apart from his pants. "Hmm…maybe you can change?" "But my luggage is in another car. He caresses your head as a comfort. "It's okay, it will dry later on."

"Just…" He leans closer to rub against your chin with his thumb. "Tell me if you have to cum as I won't be gentle next time." You blink several times as if you can't believe what you heard.

"How can you say this without feeling shy?"

"Well." He grabs your chin so that you turn to face him.

"Isn't you to ask me to fuck you first?"

"I didn't say that!"

"But you said do you a favor."

"Shut up or I'll throw you out of the car." "Are you willing?" You pout as you know you never want.

"Kidding, cutie." He pecked on your lips, a dimple plays on his face as he smiles. "Even if you throw me out of the car, I'll find you and stick with you. You can't get rid of me."

"Is it a horror movie?" "No, no. It's a romantic movie." He cups your face as he leans in to kiss you. A soft moan escapes your lips, prompting him to deepen the kiss, his tongue intertwining with yours in a dance of desire.

At that moment, you just want the time to freeze.