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koolades-world · 1 year

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The moment the om cast realized they fell in love with you (part three)

requested by a few people! here it is :)

Diavolo

He had been looking forward to the end of the week for what felt like hundreds of years now. He always wished it was the weekend, so that wasn't it. Although the thought of making every day Saturday was very tempting, Lucifer and Barbatos would not forgive him. What he really was looking forward to was his first one-on-one sleepover with Mc. Every time in the past they had happened to have a sleepover, everyone else was there. The brothers loved hogging Mc's attention. Not that he could blame them, though. He adored spending time with Mc. Just the fact that they agreed to come to the palace to spend time with him without the brothers present made him giddy. He wasn't sure if it was getting to have casual time with Mc and getting to learn human sleepover traditions.

When he initially suggested having a sleepover to Mc, it was because they mentioned having lots of fond memories when they were younger of sleepovers. It was only after the fact that he realized what he had just done. It didn't make him any less excited, but he felt more antsy about it. He had even worked extra hard and gotten more work done than he usually would to get Barbatos off his back for a night. Lucifer had even promised to keep his brothers away from them for the night so they could enjoy time together.

Mc had sworn to show him everything that humans younglings do at sleepovers, including doing each others nails and hair, throwing mini fashion shows, reading popular magazines, raiding the fright for midnight snacks, binge watching movies, and of course, playing games. He was looking forward to learning more about humans, but he found himself looking forward to spending time with Mc. He was always so busy, so this would be a rare opportunity.

The moment he heard Mc had finally arrived at the castle, he was scrambling to meet them at the door. Unfortunately Barbatos was too attentive for him, so he had to settle for meeting them in the grand hall. They were carrying a pink duffle bag that could barely close, something they borrowed from Asmo thanks to his name being embroidered across the side. They were dressed in pajamas, already prepared for the night. Mammon stood by their side, looking like he was ready to go out.

"Have fun, Mc. Let me know if ya wanna go home at any time. I'll come getcha even if it's three in the mornin'." He wrapped an arm around Mc's shoulders and side hugged them for a moment before letting go.

"I will. See you tomorrow. Stay safe, get home at a good time. Don't stay out too late." Mc patted Mammon's arm, and he reluctantly left after glancing at Barbatos, Diavolo, and Mc. Diavolo felt smug, but he wasn't sure why. There was no reason to be. He quickly let go of that feeling in favor of finally getting to spend time with Mc. "Hi Dia. Hi Barbatos." Mc waved to the prince and his butler.

"Please let me know if you need anything, My Lord. I'll be attending matters else where. Dinner will be done shortly." Barbatos excused himself.

"So, where are we sleeping?" Mc shifted the bag on their shoulder. Diavolo reached over and took it from them since it looked heavy.

"Well, would you be fine staying in my room? Of course, if you're uncomfortable, I can arrange something else-" Diavolo began to regret his earlier decision and grew anxious that Mc might not like it.

"I don't mind. That's part of a sleepover anyways!" Diavolo let out a mental sigh of relief. He should have known Mc would have been fine with it. They happily followed him through the castle, waving to Little Ds as they passed by. They arrived at his room eventually. He nervously opened the door. He had made sure it was extra clean before hand.

"Earlier today I went out shopping and bought loads of things I think you'll love! It wasn't easy to find some of this." They unzipped the duffle bag once they were in his room. Underneath the clothes and toiletries were an assortment of items. nail polish, various human board games, a Devil Switch that he recognized as Levithan's, and some magazines.

"Woah! You got all of this just for me?" Diavolo excitedly picked up a game box and shook it, listening to the pieces inside.

"I would say let's not start too much right now since Barbatos said dinner is almost done, but, I have another idea. A core part of a sleepover is ordering takeout! My favorite is Chinese and Thai, but pizza is more typical. Actually, do you even have that down here? I'm still not sure." Mc began removing the things they needed from their bag.

"Are you suggesting we... skip dinner?" Diavolo looked at Mc.

"Well, not exactly. We can still eat some, but just leave room for takeout later. I can't deny, Barbatos' cooking will be better." Mc nodded, with mischievous grin. Diavolo felt his heart skip at that smile; the smile they gave to everyone in the room. But, this time, it was all for him. It actually reminded him of the smile of an angel. He basked in their glory.

"Alright! You don't think he'll figure out, will he?" Dia questioned. Mc turned away from him, and when they turned back, he felt blasted by their smile again.

"Oh, there's no way he won't know. I don't think he'll stop us though as long as he eat a little. We can't waste his hard work, after all." Mc stacked the boxed games in a pile, placing the magazines on top of that. They pulled a laptop out of the bag and placed it with Devil Switch. He suddenly felt very stupid. He should have known that Barbatos would know, and probably knows right now.

He could blame the pounding in his chest for this forgetfulness. He always felt this way around Mc. He always managed to find a way to act afool around them. Before their arrival, he was always more put together and serious. Things were more chaotic now, but he wouldn't trade it for anything. He finally had someone to be less princely with, someone who would indulge his shenanigans. He would trade the fun with consequences for the boring days of paperwork any day.

Diavolo suddenly received a text from Barbatos telling him dinner was ready, and to bring Mc. "Barbatos says dinner is done and we should go down to eat." Mc looked up from their things.

"Alright. Let's go then." They began giggling as they left, leaving Diavolo to follow. They pretty knew their way around the castle from how often they were there. They excitedly told him everything they had planned for the rest of the night. He chimed in with all the questions he had, to which Mc answered diligently. Once they reached the grand dining room where Barbatos had set out their plates. Tonight was brushetta, dinner rolls, and a fancy looking pasta dish.

"Thank you Barbatos!" Mc thanked the demon. Despite saying they would not eat very much, they finished their entire plate. The entire meal, both Diavolo and Mc were chortling together to which Barbatos looked at them knowingly. As soon as the meal was over, they both thanked Barbatos again and scurried off quickly.

"First, we have to order the pizza, because we need to eat that before we do our nails, otherwise we might mess them up." Mc turned on their D.D.D. and placed the order online with Dia's opinion. As soon as the order was placed, Mc moved onto the next thing. Dia found it a little hard to keep up, but was excited. Time flew when he was with Mc.

First, the played a few human board games. They played Scrabble, Operation, and Life. Mc had brought more but they decided to stop early since they thought they might run out of time if they kept going. Their food arrived in the middle of the second game, so they ate as they played. After that, Mc insisted they do their nails and skincare. All the products they had were curtesy of Asmo. After using the products he knew he needed to get them for himself. After that, they played games on the Devil Switch that Levi had lent them. However, time seemed to slow when Mc brought out the magazines.

It wasn't the magazines themselves. Mc had brought a few choices, just in case Diavolo wasn't in the mood to read one of them. Mc recommended one fashion magazine to him, but he found himself lost in several places, so Mc suggested they read it together. What he wasn't expecting was for them to climb into his lap. They began flipping through the magazine in his hands, pointing at things on the pages, but all he could focus on was Mc on his lap. No other real thoughts went through his head. Luckily for him, Mc didn't notice and eventually, he was able to pay attention to what they were saying.

He felt warm with all the feelings buzzing inside him. At one point, he thought they might leave him, but they just leant far enough to grab their laptop. They pulled up Deviltube to put on a movie. Again, the entire time, the only thing he could focus on was Mc. Mc was so trusting and kind to him. They had been nothing but the best to him. He just couldn't place what he was feeling for them. It felt oddly familiar. As Mc leant back into his chest, he suddenly realized what that feeling was. He sat on it for a while as the movie played in the background.

"Mc?" Diavolo whispered after the movie was over. Mc didn't respond. He tilted his head and realized they were asleep. He smiled and tucked a blanked over the both of them. Now he was just left with his love for Mc and where he might go from there.

Barbatos

Barbatos carefully set up the tea table for two. He was expecting Mc over at the castle that evening, just after dinner. He would have preferred before dinner in order to steal them away from the brothers for longer, but this still worked. He has to make sure everything was just perfect, for them.

He made sure the tea he made was the kind the liked and all the little snacks were their favorite. He has grown to have them as his favorite too, since it reminded him of them. He thought the little set up for two was quite cute after looking back at his work.

“Barbatos! Mc is here!” A little D called out to him. He quickly stopped rearranging the table cloth. Was it really that time already? He grew slightly embarrassed at losing track of time and not being there in person to greet them.

“Thank you. You are most appreciated.” He made sure he was put together before heading to the door.

“Barb! So happy to see you!” Mc smiled at him as soon as he opened the door and practically tackled him into a hug. He chuckled and patted their back.

“Hell, Mc. It’s a delight to see you as well.” Mc took a step back to look him in the eyes.

“I have something for you!” They rocked on the heels as they presented him with a little gift bag that had a cute little label that said “for Barbatos.” He felt his heart begin to race at how giddy they looked.

“How thoughtful of you.” He accepted the gift and met Mc’s expecting eyes.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Open it! I’m excited to see what you think.” They giggled. He carefully pushed aside the tissue paper to reach what was underneath. Inside, was a few small bags of tea was labels he didn’t recognize. “It’s tea from the human world! I figured you must have tried pretty much all of them by now, but when I went to the human world the other day, I couldn’t help but wander into that shop and think of you.” They clasp their hands together, swinging them around.

“Thank you very much. It smells lovely. You always know exactly what to give as gifts.” He found himself lost in their happy grin.

“If you like them, we can go to the human world together. I remember the name of the shop. I think you would like it in there.” They flipped over one of the small bags to reveal the name of the shop hand written on the back.

“That sounds wonderful. We must do that.” Despite how collected he looked, on the inside he was scrambled. Mc invited him to the cute little tea shop. As… a date? Was he thinking too far into this? They both enjoyed tea, that’s all. Surely that wasn’t their intention.

“Let me know what you think. I tried the green tea, and that one in particular reminded me of you.” They showed him a different bag of a green, almost silvery colored tea with various little pearls of some kind mixed in.

“You really are the most endearing human I have ever met.” He held the bag up to the light, watching as the light eddied and danced around it.

“I’m glad you like it.” Mc smiled nervously. He felt himself begin to melt at their precious smile.

“Let me go drop this off in kitchen, then we will be off to our tea. Please excuse me for a moment.” Barbatos bowed and turned to leave the room. As he left. He heads Mc saying goodbye. He wasn’t sure what they would do while he was gone, but he needed a moment to regather himself.

He placed the tea with the rest, leaving the little gift bag on the counter for later. He glanced in a nearby mirror for a moment. He looked as he usually did. Nothing was amiss with his appearance. It was always perfect. Despite this, he still fixed his hair and shirt. He took a deep breath and made his way back to where he left Mc.

When he reentered the room, he couldn’t find Mc at first. He grew nervous. Had they left him? Was it something he said? However, the situation had no time to escalate. He heard Mc just down a nearby hall, conversing with a Little D.

“Sometimes, I don’t know what to do with Mammon. Maybe Lucifer will let us do a trade! You’re both yellow.” Mc laughed. He has heard that laughter about a million times now, but he never grew tired of it, and how gorgeous is sounded. When he pushed open the door a little more, he saw Mc on the ground. Barbatos rushed over to check on them, just in case something might be wrong.

“Hi! Sorry I wandered off a little. Just helping #2.” Barbatos looked at what was in their hands. They were holding a dust pan flat against the ground. Little D #2 was holding the matching brush and pushing some debris into the pan.

“You are a guest here. Please do not feel obligated to help out around here.” Barbatos knelt beside them to take the dust pan.

“I wanted to! I love #2. I just happened to see them here, and lent a hand since this is what they were doing. You know me. I hate standing around while those I love are hard at work.” Mc placed a hand on his shoulder. At first, he was unsure about how to feel about what they said. Then, he felt a little jealous that Mc had admitted they loved Little D #2. It was stupid of him to be, and he knew it was more of a parental love (even though #2 was much older than Mc). But he couldn’t help it.

Barbatos got back up and watched as Mc finished cleaning with #2, musing over his thoughts. He replayed their words in his head over and over again. Maybe he was looking too deep into it, but he still grew hopeful. Maybe Mc loved him too. Mc always found a way to interrupt his cleaning duties and take them over. He still found it odd that even though they were just a human and were limited on everything that he wasn’t, such as energy and time, they still went out of their way to reduce his work load.

He waved these thoughts away. He was most definitely looking into it too much. “If that’s what you so wish, I will not stop you. If you’re done here, may we proceed to our tea?” Barbatos offered his arm to them once they stood up. He hoped they would take it.

“We may! You’re such a gentleman.” They giggled and accepted his offer. They leant close to him, placing their head on his shoulder. “Bye #2! Nice seeing you!” As Mc waved to the Little D, Barbatos led them to the tea table he set up. He was so giddy at how close they were to him. It felt nice to have them all to himself. It felt good to not have to compete with the brothers or His Majesty.

While he would never admit it, he was always unsettled of sorts that Mc might choose someone else and never return to him. He wasn’t sure how to describe the feeling despite living for as long as he had. He recognized the underlying reason behind all of his bubbling emotions when he was around Mc. It has been so long since he felt like he loved someone they way he did Mc. But he wasn’t willing to admit it, not yet, at least.

The whole way to tea, Mc talked his ear off. Barbatos enjoyed listening to their chatter. He felt like he could listen to it forever. He chimed in at their request, as when they asked questions and such. When they finally reached the cute tea table he had set up, he proudly presented it to them.

"Barb! You shouldn't have! You're so sweet! This is adorable. You remembered my favorites too!" Mc squealed and did a couple little happy hops. They pulled Barbatos into another tight hug. Before they pulled away, however, they gave him a peck on the cheek. He felt himself seize up, his arms frozen around them. Mc didn't notice, as they continued shaking him around joyfully.

If he had felt this before, he surely would have remembered it. He had felt love before, but it hadn't been nearly this strong. The love he had for Mc had him in a tight chokehold. Despite him working hard everyday, nobody appreciated him as much as Mc did. Every little thing he did for Mc did not go unnoticed and they always tried to take some of the work off his back. They always said thank you, which even Lord Diavolo and Lucifer couldn't even match. Once they let him go, he tucked them into their seat and let them pour about how amazing his work was to him.

"Awwww, you even iced my name on the little treats! Next time, you should come to the House of Lamentation, so I can do the same for you! It won't be this but I want to do the same for you." Those words are what finally sealed the coffin. He was most definitely in love with the person across from him. Nobody ever did anything for him. He found himself sad once their time together was over. He insisted on walking them home, so he could keep them safe and enjoy a little more time with them. He had always taken time for granted despite being the one to understand it to the fullest. Now, he treasured every second.

"Thank you Barb. I really had so much fun. I hope you enjoy the tea." Mc leant in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was like the one from before, but this one was more deliberate, and lingered.

"It was my pleasure. Please feel free to stop by the castle anytime. We will have to arrange another gathering shortly." He felt himself avoiding eye contact. Mc was the only person with the ability to make him nervous.

"We should! See you tomorrow." They waved to him. Before they shut the door, he saw Lucifer greeting them. He turned to walk away, but before he was out of view from the window, he glaced back. He saw Mc enthusatically waving him goodbye. He waved back with a warm smile.

Once he got back to the castle, he stared down the gift bag. He admired their handwriting on the tag. He found himself almost reluctant to return to his work. He took the little bag to his room and tucked it away in a drawer. He touched his cheek, and sighed. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

@mona-aiko sorry I took so long!

will do the next part for sol, thirteen, mephisto and simeon!

#obey me #obey me!#obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me beel #obey me lucifer #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 9 months

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Vengeance

Vengeance

Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: “When people misbehave, they get punished. That’s how they learn, ya know?”

Warnings: Pit viper Josh, punishment sex, degradation, dominant Josh, bondage (tying hands/wrists and blindfolding), use of the word “slut,” “slave,” and “whore,” puppy play (kind of), forced blow job, gagging, breath control, mention of vomit, humiliation, teasing, rough unprotected sex, impact to the face, spitting.

Word Count: 6.5k

To say you planned to make Josh fall apart would be an understatement. However you never thought he’d turn the tables on you.

As you stood there, with a metal shelf pressed against your back and your hands tied above your head with the strings of your bikini top, trying to figure out how to get yourself free, you thought back to the series of events that led you to this moment.

It was a Kiszka family weekend. Their parents and sister had planned to come to see a show in a few days and the guys had the weekend free, which called for family activities.

Each of the boys organized something. Jake booked everyone hotel rooms, Sam made reservations and covered the cost of all the dinners, and Josh booked the daily activities- which he specifically was very excited for, because you were staying by a lake.

Josh rented a boat for one of the afternoons- something the entire family would enjoy.

So, a few days ago, you rush-shipped a new bikini and coverup for the trip and the day before leaving, it showed up at your front door.

Perfect.

It was a dark green cheeky bikini with little white flowers embroidered on it that was held together by just a few strings. It was cute however, it was a bit smaller in real life than it was according to the pictures online.

But the way it hugged and accentuated every part of your body that you wanted it to perfectly when you tried it on gave you a boost of confidence and not to mention, a few dirty thoughts- thoughts that you were sure were bound to cross Josh’s mind too. Besides, you loved time off with him. He wasn't as tired as he was during show days and you had more time for "activities."

He was going to love it, that much you were sure of.

But, you remembered, you’d also be around his family. So of course, you also purchased a cover up. The cover up was an off white knitted dress that would do its job for when you were around the family or at public places throughout the day.

You packed bags for yourself and Josh and right before zipping up the bags, you admired to yourself how your new bathing suit unintentionally but probably subconsciously matched the one Josh was set to bring- white swim trunks with a subtle pattern of green accented shapes. You threw it on top of yours and zipped the suitcase.

***

“Sam just texted me that he’s leaving now so he’ll be at the dock in a few minutes. You ready?” Josh asked as he laid on the bed of your hotel room on his phone, not bothering to look up to you as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Mhm,” you hummed, giving yourself one last look in the mirror.

“Oka- Woah. No. Absolutely not,” Josh protested at the sight of you.

“What?” you asked as you continued to put your earrings in.

“The outfit! No!” he said with a chuckle coming off his lips as if it was all a big prank.

Instantly, you put on the charm.

“You don’t like it?” you asked innocently.

He sighed, rolled off the bed, and came over to where you were standing, clasping his hands behind your back and pulling you close to him.

“Don’t be like that, Mama. It’s just… a lot. Well, actually, it’s not a lot at all. You’re practically wearing nothing. I mean, my parents are gonna be there today,” he explained, getting a good look at you.

You gave him a little pout, dropped your chin, and looked at him through your lashes to hit him with your best puppy dog look.

There was no sense in arguing. Josh knew you could be a bit of a handful at times and after all, that was something about you that he had to admit he loved- something that turned him on, even.

He laughed to himself and shook his head, “God, what am I gonna do with you?”

“Love you too, Baby,” you said sweetly as you gave him a quick kiss and a pat on his butt.

After grabbing your bags and a case of beer, you Josh walked out of the hotel, and down to the dock to the boat he had rented hand in hand. You were the last ones to arrive- as usual with him.

It was hot out but cloudy, and the breeze from the water was perfect. However, despite the clouds, Josh had on a pair of sunglasses. Pit Viper sunglasses to be exact. He loved them. You hated them. They made him look like a douche bag and he knew it. But, with you wearing a skimpy bikini that he didn’t exactly approve of, he figured he should include something you weren’t exactly a huge fan of as part of his outfit for the day. It was only fair.

Josh made a grand entrance upon stepping onto the boat, holding up the case of beer he brought and screaming out to his family to let them know the two of you had arrived.

The boat was big. It had a few decks as well as a full indoor living area, kitchen, and even a bedroom. There were also stairs leading down to an unlit area which you assumed led to storage and technical stuff.

After greeting his parents and sister, you sat down on a white padded bench near Sam who was was sitting crisscrossed on the deck of the boat while his girlfriend had her hands in his hair, tugging it this way and that as she put two French braids in it to keep it from blowing wildly in the wind.

“You look handsome with your hair like that, Sammy,” you said sweetly to him.

“Thank you! You look lovely today by the way,” he replied.

You smiled at Sam’s compliment and looked at Josh with an I told you so look on your face.

“Hm. At least Sammy thinks I look nice,” you whispered to him.

“I never said you didn’t” he said sternly as his jaw clench and he swallowed hard.

He lifted your legs up onto his lap and ran his free hand up and down them a few times before resting his hand just above your knee, almost as if he was claiming you.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned in your ear, just above a whisper as the boat started moving.

You opened your mouth to give him a smartass reply but stopped yourself when his dad stood in front of the two of you, handing you each a drink.

“You like black cherry, right?” his dad asked with a Whiteclaw extended to you.

“Yes, it’s my favorite, thank you!” you answered with a smile as you grabbed it from his hand.

Josh took a can of beer from his dad, cracked it open, gulped down almost half of it right off the bat.

“Slow down, Baby, no one’s taking it from you,” you giggled as you brought your hand to the back of his neck and swirled your fingers through the curls at the bottom of his head.

He swallowed and brought the ice cold can to your legs, using them as a table and sending shivers throughout your body.

As the boat sailed through the water, everyone drank, talked, and laughed. Everyone except Josh, who was quieter than usual. He was good at masking his emotions though. No one seemed to pick up on it except you. After all, you knew exactly why he was quiet.

What you wanted to happen, was happening. It was only a matter of time before he broke.

Soon, the boat anchored at a shallower area of the lake. The captain informed you all that the water was about twenty feet deep, making it safe and suitable for jumping off the boat and swimming.

“You guys going in?” Jake asked the two of you, standing up and unbuttoning the black overshirt he had on.

Josh looked over at you and raised his eyebrows, silently asking you if you wanted to go in.

You didn’t answer Josh. Instead, you eyed Jake up and down, making sure Josh saw you do so.

“Yeah,” you said, replying not to Josh, but to Jake.

You sat up and gave Josh a small smile. He didn’t smile back. Instead, he tipped his sunglasses down so you could see his eyes which were strong and giving you a warning look.

Ignoring the “knock it off” look, you gave him a quick peck on the lips before taking off your white knitted cover up. When you pulled it over your head, instantly, you caught Sam and Jake’s eyes on you, despite their own girlfriends being there.

Sam was obvious. His eyes practically burned a hole into the fabric of your bikini. With her hands still braiding his hair, his girlfriend jerked his head around and he winced as his hair got pulled, a seemingly intentional move on her part.

Jake, at least, was smarter about it, hiding behind a pair of round black sunglasses and raising his beer can to his lips, taking a sip to hide his smile.

Even their dad gave Josh an approving look and a raise of his eyebrows.

Josh handled each of them as he stood up to follow you.

He smacked the unbraided side of Sam’s head as he walked by him.

He laughed his dad off as respectfully as he could.

And as he walked by Jake, who was standing on the edge of the boat, he gave him a push and watched him fall into the water below him.

The sound of his body hitting the water was all you heard until you looked over to see him laughing with just his head out of the water, his body completely invisible as it emerged in the dark lake water surrounding him.

“You dick!” he shouted jokingly, “You better get your ass in here and bring me a new beer!”

Josh turned to you, pulling you in tight by your waist, “You heard your boyfriend,” he teased, “better get your ass in there,” he said, smirking.

“Jealous?” you asked sweetly.

He looked down at your chest and then back to your face.

“No,” he answered, stretching out the word fighting back a smile.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” you said as you gave him a peck and jumped off the boat and into the water with Jake.

Immediately, Josh followed behind you and eventually, Sam, his girlfriend, Jake’s girlfriend, and Ronnie were all in the water with you.

After a while of swimming with the group, having canned drinks thrown down to you all by their parents, and Sam and Jake swimming away to pee, you started to get cold and the group of you got back onto the boat before it took off again to head to another location in the lake.

As you sat on the top deck in just your bikini, with your legs in Josh’s lap, the sun started burning off the clouds little by little, making the day grow hotter, which was nice considering you were in a cold, wet bathing suit.

“You’re getting a little pink, Baby,” you said, pressing your fingertips onto Josh’s sunkissed shoulder and releasing them to see a small pale dot linger behind before returning to the same color pink around it.

“Yeah you can still burn even with the overcast,” Sam interjected, squinting up to the sky.

Josh rolled his eyes. Sam didn’t have that problem and he never did. Sam’s skin always held strong under just one layer of SPF 30 all day while Jake and Josh would be better off reapplying SPF 50 every hour. Sam’s comment also didn’t help with Josh already annoyed at him.

“You want 50?” his dad asked, holding out a can of sunscreen.

“Ah, yes, that’s perfect,” you said, standing up and reaching for the can from his dad, making sure you pushed your ass and tits out just a bit more than your normally would, “Thank you!”

“Course,” his dad replied.

Josh grabbed your wrist to stop you from twisting the nozzle open, “Actually, you wanna go inside with me? Get a drink and be in the shade for a little?” he asked quietly.

“M’kay,” you replied, getting up, handing his dad the can of sunscreen back, and following him inside the boat as the sounds of his family members talking and laughing muffled with the closing the glass door behind you.

“I want to make something very clear to you,” he said as he pulled you down the stairs by your arm and swung you around to face him once you reached the landing and were out of earshot of the captain of the boat.

The way he whipped you around made your breath hitch in your throat and you exhaled hard as your eyes met his and he continued speaking through his teeth.

“You want to dress like a slut? Act like a slut? I will treat you like a slut. And then we’ll see just how you like it, hm?”

You looked at yourself in the reflection of his sunglasses and smiled just a bit, tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth. You hated those sunglasses but you were so thankful for them right now. You had to admit, you loved seeing what he saw as you looked at the reflection in them. And right now, all you saw was a little brat who deserved whatever was coming her way.

If he wanted to, you’d let him take you on the stairs right then and there for anyone to see. That’s how bad you wanted and needed him right now.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said sweetly, playing dumb.

“Really?” he asked rehtorically, “You think I didn’t notice all that shit you pulled with my brothers out there? Hm? And my fucking dad?”

“I was being nice. Unlike you who got a little attitude all of a sudden,” you said fighting back a smile.

You knew you weren’t just being nice.

“Yeah the way you were looking at Jake was really nice, wasn’t it?”

“You know what, I think you are jealous after all,” you replied.

“And I think, you need to be taught a lesson,”

“So teach me then,” you said, crossing your arms in front of you, making sure you pushed your tits up just a bit with it.

That was it and you knew it. Those four words sent Josh to his breaking point and the look on his face proved it.

Josh smiled, shook his head, and let out a laugh through his mouth as he traced his bottom teeth with his tongue.

“Teach you? Oh I’ll teach you,” he said as he pulled onto your arm and led you down the narrow corridor of the basement of the boat and into a small room that was seemingly reserved for the crew members.

He slammed the door behind him and twisted the dead bolt to lock it.

He flicked on a light switch to reveal that you were both standing in a storage closet, containing just a utility sink and a metal wire shelf that was stocked from ceiling to floor with cleaning supplies.

“What’s your word, Mama?” he asked with his hands in his hair, untying the white bandana that he was wearing.

“Red,” you said clearly.

“And what if you can’t talk?”

“Shake my head three times.”

“Perfect,” he said, smiling at you and then turning his attention to the bandana between his fingers as he gave it a good tug.

There was a ball of anxiety in your stomach that was more excited than nervous or fearful. The two of you had experimented with stuff like this before. You trusted Josh with everything in you and even though you knew he was about to completely ruin you for his own pleasure and entertainment, you knew you were in good hands. After all, this is what you hoped for.

“Now,” he began as he spun you around, grabbed your wrists and held them together in his hand behind your back, “I don’t give a fuck about your pleasure. I don’t give a fuck if you cum. You misbehaved. And when people misbehave…” he paused for a second to tug the bandana tight around your wrists, “They get punished. That’s how they learn. Ya know?”

All your body would let out was a hum in agreement as Josh grabbed your shoulders and spun you around forcefully, manhandling you.

“So,” he whispered as he brought his face close to yours, “It’s time for you to learn so this doesn't happen again,” he said as he flicked the tip of your nose.

He used one hand to sneak to the back of your neck and untie your bikini top. In just a few seconds, the strings were undone and the top came tumbling down, exposing your bare chest to him. The second string that wrapped around your back was still in place though, keeping the two triangles of the top just dangling over your stomach, swinging back and forth as you moved your body.

The same hand continued down your chest and he swirled his fingertips over your nipple lightly, causing your back to arch involuntarily at his touch.

“Mmm, feels good?” he asked softly with his mouth an inch away from yours.

“Yeah,” you breathed out in a whisper, closing your eyes and subconsciously bringing your face closer to go in to kiss him. A kiss which never happened because Josh pulled his face back.

In a second, a sinister chuckle left his lips and a sharp pain rang through your chest as he pinched and pulled upward on your nipple.

“Don’t get used to it,” he said bluntly, giving it one last tug before ripping his fingers from you.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded as he crossed his arms over his chest.

You did as he said and dropped down so that your face was at eye level with the bulge in his swim trunks.

“What are you waiting for? Take ‘em off,” he said sharply.

“Josh,” you said bluntly, “I can’t,” you emphasized your words, reminding him that your hands were tied behind your back.

He didn’t need to be reminded. He didn’t care.

“Get creative. You’ll find a way.”

You looked up at his face and then down at his shorts which were at eye level. All you had was your mouth.

Inching closer to him on your knees, you took your teeth to the waistband of his shorts right by his hip bone, and tugged down.

They came down an inch on one side and you crawled to the other side of him and did the same there.

Back and forth you went, on your knees, tugging Josh’s trunks down an inch at a time on each side, looking absolutely pathetic, as he stood from above and watched with a smirk on his face, laughing at you. You couldn’t even see his eyes through his sunglasses, all you saw was yourself, his slave, in the reflection of them.

After getting his shorts down about halfway and struggling to get them to come off past his bulge, he had had enough and he pulled his shorts down the rest of the way, fully revealing his hard cock to you.

“Suck it,” he commanded.

You looked up at him, licked your lips, and leaned forward to take his dick in your mouth.

The second the tip of his dick pushed past your lips he let out a sigh of pleasure and grabbed the back of your head.

Instantly, he started using his hands to guide you. He used your hair as leverage, pulling at your roots and pushing down on your head as he moved you back and forth. It felt good- that little sting that came with each pull.

Normally, you’d be able to add some “technique” to sucking his dick. You’d use your hands and twist them around his shaft. You’d be able to go at your own pace, starting slow and sucking the tip the way he liked it. You could swirl your tongue around the head of his dick or cup his balls to send him over the edge a bit. But not this time. All you had was your open mouth. He was in control of everything.

In a way, you were glad he was. You could barely keep your own balance due to not being able to use your hands and water dripping from both your bathing suits and your hair had made the floor just a bit slippery below your knees, causing them to slide around a bit. Not to mention, you were on a moving boat.

However, him being in control of everything meant he was going to use you just the way he wanted to.

Quickly, he picked up the pace.

Josh let go of your hair and his hands gripped the sides of your head and pulled you back and forth on his dick with force a few times.

But that wasn’t enough for him. He stilled his hands, kept your head steady, and started thrusting his hips into you, fucking your face.

The gargle sounds that started in your throat and came out of your mouth as the saliva collected in your open mouth and began dripping onto your chin were something you’d only ever heard in porn before.

He looked down at you the entire time and you looked up at him, watching yourself in the reflection of his sunglasses. You could see and feel your own saliva dripping down between your tits.

With every thrust, his sunglasses slid further and further off his nose and you flinched as they came down, just missing your face, and hitting the floor to your left.

He stopped for a minute with his dick still in your mouth and both turned your eyes to the floor where you could just faintly see the sunglasses in your peripheral vision.

“Pick ‘em up,” he instructed and he pushed your head off of his dick backwards.

You wiggled your body around and leaned sideways awkwardly to grab at them, but you were unsuccessful. You tried a few times, grabbing them with your fingers before dropping them time after time. The way your wrists were tied up didn’t allow your hands for much movement. Not to mention the way you had to bend around was difficult and was stretching your back in painful ways, causing you to wince and whine as you tried.

You sat back on your heels and looked up at him, defeated and out of breath.

He laughed, “You are absolutely pathetic, Baby. Come on, I thought you were smarter than this.”

You looked at the glasses on the floor again and sighed. Still sitting on your heels, you turned yourself around, giving him a view of your ass with your hands tied right above it, which you were sure he loved.

And just as he wanted you to, like nothing but an obedient dog, you leaned down and with your mouth, picked up the glasses and crawled back around to present them to him.

He reached down and cupped the side of your face gently, a contrast to how he had been handing you for the past few minutes.

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed the same way he would reward Sam’s dog for doing a trick, as he took the sunglasses from your mouth.

You fully expected him to put them back on his own face but instead, he reached down and put them on you.

In any normal circumstance, this would be a soft act of kindness. But not in this one. This was just another way of humiliating and degrading you, and the next words out of his mouth proved it.

“There we go, that’s better,” he said softly and sweetly, before his tone changed as he continued, “Yeah,” he laughed, “I don't even want to look at you.”

He stroked himself a few times before he continued, “Now, is my good little puppy ready for her treat? Open,” he said as he grabbed the back of your head and forced you onto his dick once more and held you there.

You gagged around his dick as it hit the back of your throat. You concentrated on breathing through your nose as your throat closed around his dick. You were swallowing his cock and your own saliva all while fighting back vomit that you could feel forcing its way up your throat.

Tears welled up in your eyes ran down your face, causing the inside of the glasses to fog up to the point where you could no longer see anything.

He kept one hand on the back of your head and used the other one to take hold of your nose and squeeze your nostrils shut.

At that point, you had lost feeling in your arms, you couldn’t see, and now you couldn’t breathe.

The only thing you could do was feel him using you and take it. Your mouth was nothing but a hole for Josh to use to get himself off. Every ounce of dignity was stripped from you. The only thing that even provided you with the slightest bit of it was your bathing suit bottoms that were still intact but pooling with your own wetness as Josh continued fucking your face.

You were a second away from shaking your head to get him to stop when he shoved you away aggressively, allowing you to suck in a massive and well earned breath as well as close your mouth to swallow properly for the first time in what felt like forever.

He pushed the glasses up onto your forehead, allowing you to regain your sense of sight, and both of you watched a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his dick stretch and eventually break apart into two pieces landing on his thigh and your chest.

Breathing with your mouth open to catch your breath, you sat back on your heels and looked up at him, desperately, as he looked down at you with a pleased expression on his face.

You were practically panting to catch your breath when he reached down and lifted your chin to close your mouth.

“Close your mouth, Baby, you look like a whore.”

No shit.

He held onto your cheeks and smooshed them together, hard, causing your lips to part and letting all the excess saliva ooze between your teeth, bubble out, and dribble down your chin.

For just a fraction of a second, he smiled at you. It was so brief that if you would have blinked in that exact second, you wouldn’t have seen it.

And just as quickly, his expression was serious again as he released your cheeks from his grip with a push to your face.

With that same hand, he swirled your hair around his wrist and held it tight in a makeshift ponytail in his fist before using it to yank you up to your feet.

You winced as he pulled you up forcefully, feeling your neck stretch as your legs tried to keep up with how quickly he was pulling.

As he pulled you up, you slipped around on the floor which was not only covered in lake water, but now drops of your own saliva. Josh held you steady for a moment with each of his hands gripping your upper arms.

He spun you around, freed your wrists, and spun you around again so that you were now facing him.

He threw the bandana to the floor on top of his disregarded swim trunks.

“Take that off,” he commanded, jutting his chin out toward your bikini top that was hanging by one loose knot just below your ribcage.

Careful not to drop it, you untied it, pulled it off, and handed it to him, unsure of the next plan he had for you.

“That little bratty mouth of yours served me well, Mama. But now,” he said as he held your wrists together in front of you and wrapped the bikini top strings around them a couple times, “Let’s see what that pussy can do for me, hm?”

He walked you backwards a few steps until your back made contact with the metal shelf behind you, causing you to shiver from how cold it was.

He raised your tied wrists over your head and using the rest of the bikini top, he secured your wrists to the top wire shelf, wrapping the string around in the most unconventional way and creating knots that would be close to impossible to undo.

He gave your wrists a yank and when they didn’t detach from the shelf or slip out of the ties, he smiled to himself with satisfaction.

He walked around to the front of you and looked you up and down.

“Comfortable?”

“No,” you whined as you moved around a bit, struggling.

“Aw that’s too bad, Mama. You look so pretty like this. All desperate and helpless. Nothing but a whore for a good fuck,” he said as he sucked his teeth and gave you a condescending pout.

He took one finger, starting at your wrist, and ran it down the inside of your entire arm.

You squirmed as his finger brushed over your armpit and down to your nipple, giving it a flick before his hand came up to your chin.

With his other hand, he grabbed the front of your bikini bottom and pulled tight, letting the fabric create a burning friction between your folds.

You let out a whimper of pain.

“Jo-” you whined.

“Shhhh,” he said, shushing you but also finishing the last sound of his name that you whined out.

He let go and the elastic in the bottoms snapped back onto your skin with a sting. He pushed the crotch of your bikini bottom to the side, feeling around with his fingers- feeling the wetness that had accumulated. Slowly, he dipped two fingers inside you and pulled them back out.

“You like all this a bit too much, don’t you?” he asked in a sweet voice, “Maybe a bit more than you should?”

He was right. You liked this more than you should. A lot more than you should. Any sane person would find this completely humiliating and degrading. But surprisingly, this got you more turned on than anything.

You wanted Josh to use you. You wanted him to treat you like an object- not a person- nothing but a masturbation tool for him.

You nodded in response as he pulled his wet fingers up and held them in between both of your faces, rubbing them back and forth, inspecting what was left on them.

“You know, I’m starting to think you planned this whole thing,” he said, smiling sinisterly, "You're smarter than you look,"

He picked up the bandana off the floor and wiped his fingers with it before balling it up and shoving it in your mouth.

“You like how you taste?” he asked with his hand covering your mouth tight.

“Mhm,” you said with your voice muffled from both the bandana and his hand.

“I’m gonna give you something that you’re really gonna like then,” he whispered as he lifted your leg up and placed your foot on the ledge of the utility sink next to you.

Still holding the crotch of your bottoms to the side with one hand, he lined himself up with your entrance and then held onto your hip with his other hand as he slid inside you, bottoming out and filling you up completely.

He started off slow, pulling out most of the way before filling you up again. However, he quickly picked up the speed and pressure, pushing your back into the metal shelf behind you with every thrust.

That familiar dull ache began forming deep in your stomach as he kept going. It would come and go with his movements. Normally, you’d be able to tell him what to do to make you cum and he’d do it happily. But not this time. Right now, you knew your place. You were his toy, nothing but a set of holes for him to jack off into. Your pleasure meant absolutely nothing to him, he said it himself. If you asked him for anything to help you get closer to a release, he’d do the opposite and laugh at you.

As he continued, you felt the string of your bikini bottom come loose and fall over your leg and his. You looked down to see the strings dangling from your body and swung around between the two of you.

Upon looking down, the glasses that he had rested on the top of your head, once again, fell to the floor. But this time, Josh paid them no mind.

Instead, he pushed on your left leg that was held up by the sink and used your thigh for leverage, allowing himself to go in at a deeper angle as his other hand white knuckled the shelf behind you.

He grunted and breathed hard through his teeth while you whimpered in both pain and pleasure while biting down hard on the now soaked bandana.

All it took was one particularly deep and hard thrust to send a pornographic combination of expletives and moans from your mouth into the air.

“Oh God, Josh! FUCK!” you screamed, letting the now saliva soaked bandana to fall to the floor.

Josh reached his hand up to your face laid his entire palm on your cheek with a hard slap before forcing four of his fingers into the side of your mouth and pulling your lips apart as he hooked his hand around so the palm of it was on your cheek and he was pressing your head back into the shelf as he continued fucking you.

“Come on, Mama, louder. Let ‘em all hear. You’re lucky I’m not fucking you up there, letting Sammy and Jake have their turns too. Bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Keep it in the family, huh? You wanna fuck my dad too? Be my new step mom? You want that, don’t you? Disgusting.”

“No,” you argued back.

But with his hand prying your mouth open, you couldn’t get your lips or tongue to make the right N sound, which in turn made you sound the most pathetic you ever have.

“I’m sorry you’ll have to enunciate. What was that?” he asked with a chuckle coming off his lips, knowing damn well you loved being his little fuck toy and you were his to humiliate.

“I aid o!” you attempted to say.

“Oh you said no? Didn’t seem like it considering you’re all over them, wearing this slutty little bikini. Oh you look so handsome Sammy! Good for nothing but sucking and fucking,” he said, pushing into you harder as he spoke those specific words.

He started slamming into you mercilessly. The shelf behind you began moving and hitting the wall with each thrust with a thud. Paper towel rolls began falling from the top shelf onto the floor. Bottles of soap and cleaning products began falling over on the shelves as Josh pushed you into it.

Despite all that, Josh didn’t stop. Instead, he put his foot up on the bottom rung of the shelf and lifted his hips up underneath you, pushing himself deeper than ever before.

That was it. That was all it took to send you over the edge. The building feeling in your stomach came to a peak right there and exploded.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you watched the inside of your eyelids flicker open and close as you felt yourself tighten around Josh’s dick with your orgasm pulsing through your body.

It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. It was deep and strong and well earned.

The sounds that came out of your mouth were unintelligible.

He fucked you through your orgasm and right into his, letting out a deep moan as he released himself inside you. He closed his eyes tight and furrowed his eyebrow as waves of visible pleasure filled his entire body causing his body to twitch as they hit.

When he finished, he stilled his movements and let go of your face; and the two of you, with your faces less than an inch apart, just stared at each other in awe, breathing heavily. Almost like neither of you could believe any of that just happened.

Gently, he cupped your face, as if he was silently asking you if you were okay. It was like time stopped for just a second with him.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, looking at you with a genuine softness in his eyes.

He broke eye contact and looked down as he pulled himself out of you. Slowly, he lowered your leg back to the ground before cleaning himself off in the sink. He splashed cold water on his face and shook it off. You watched him as you felt the warmness of his cum starting to drip out of you.

Josh reached down to the bottom shelf next to you and uncapped a plastic bottle of water.

“Open,” he said as he lifted your chin up and poured water in your mouth carefully in an act of kindness.

You swallowed a few times and he pulled the bottle away, letting the excess water drip down your chin, neck, and chest.

He gulped down what was left in the bottle and when he was done, he pulled his shorts back on and stood back, admiring his work.

Your hair was a mess- half wet, half dry, and tangled. There was black makeup streaming down your face. Saliva, both wet and dry, had run from your mouth, to your chin, and down to your stomach, leaving a wet spot on the top of the crotch of your bikini bottoms, which were hanging on loosely by one hip as his cum dripped down your inner thigh.

Finally, to put the finishing touches on his masterpiece, he got his face close to yours and expecting a kiss, you lifted your chin to him.

“Now,” he began, “What do you say?” he said softly, letting the word “say” draw out a bit.

“Thank y-,” you started to say when you were interrupted by Josh spitting on your face.

You flinched as it hit your face.

He aimed for your mouth but missed by just a bit, landing just below your bottom lip, giving his saliva no choice but to trickle down your chin and then down your chest, where it fell in and mixed with every other bodily fluid imaginable.

He picked up his sunglasses and bandana from the floor and ran them under water in the sink.

“Well,” he said casually as he laid the bandana across the edge of the sink to dry and shook the excess water off the glasses, “I’m gonna go take a nap so, I’ll see you later, Mama.”

“You’re seriously not going to get me out of this?” you asked with your hands still tied to the shelf.

“Eh,” he said, “You’re smart, I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders as he opened the door and shut it behind him, flicking off the lights as he left, leaving you there as you were.

In the darkness you moved around a bit until a little green blinking light above the door caught your eye.

A security camera.

Fuck.

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry (no I’m not).

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Valeria - Angel Reyes x Reader

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It’s late when Angel makes it home, later than he intended to be. The house is already lit up and the porch light is on, beckoning him inside. He loves coming home to this, knowing that there’s someone waiting for him, someone who cares about him, who wants to hear about his day. He shuts the front door behind him, bending down to untie the laces of his boots before he toes them off carefully and sets them alongside your smaller ones.

He's been thinking of asking you to move in with him. It’s been almost nine months and he’s more than ready, the only reason he hasn’t done it sooner is because you’re a little skittish. You’ve told him before that you’re always waiting for the other shoe to drop. He hopes that you see you don’t have to worry about that with him. That he’s steady, that he wants a place in your life and he’s here to stay.

“Hey baby, sorry I’m late.” he hollers as he treads through the hallway towards the kitchen. He knows you’re probably in there, sitting at the table running through your list of things to do. “We were talking about the food drive this weekend, Bish was worried we wouldn’t have enough bodies…”

He trails off, his hand coming to rest on the door frame as he surveys the sight in front of him.

“I found this on the doorstep.” You tell him, tipping your head towards the car seat and the diaper bag sitting on the kitchen table. “Along with those.”

You’re holding a baby.

She’s tiny, not more than a few weeks old, wrapped up in a white fleece blanket with yellow ducks embroidered into it. There’s a tuft of dark hair sticking out of her head, something that he recognises from his own baby pictures. His heart fucking breaks because he knows, he just knows that this is his baby.

“There’s a note.” You say, swaying from side to side gently as the infant begins to gripe. You hush her and she begins to sooth as you continue with the motion.

He edges towards the table, his fingers picking up the envelop that’s already been torn open. He doesn’t begrudge you that, he would have done the same thing. There’s a letter and a birth certificate tucked inside. He takes them both and smooths them upon the surface of the table along side each other. He studies the birth certificate first.

Her name is Valeria and she’s three weeks old.

His fingertip trails down the paper until he reaches the line where both of the parents are listed. He sees his name scrawled by a registrar along side the word ‘Father’. He puts both of his hands on the back of his head as he breathes the word ‘fuck’.

“Don’t swear in front of the baby.” You murmur, your voice a low, even tone.

“Sorry.” He finds himself saying.

This is so fucking surreal; he can’t wrap his head around it. His gaze strays to the ‘Mother’ column and he sees the name Skylar Rixton listed. Who the fuck…

And then he remembers.

Sky.

The bike bunny he’d fucked a couple of weeks before he met you. She’d been tending bar for a few weeks, a friend of Jess’s. Things had gotten a little wild that night in the Clubhouse, he’d been knocking back tequila trying to drown out the self-loathing that was gnawing at his insides and she’d put herself directly in his path. He’s woken up the next morning with a scratched up back and Sky trying to tempt an encore out of him. He’d stopped it in it’s tracks because he could already see that she was getting attached and Angel didn’t do strings.

She’d taken off a couple of months later after he’d started seeing you.

He read the letter next, and it confirms his suspicions. She’d discovered she was pregnant not long after he’d met you. Decided to raise the kid on her own, then discovered it wasn’t as easy as she thought.

She’s your problem now, the letter said.

“I didn’t know.” He tells you as he raises from his seat at the table.

“It doesn’t matter.” You say, your head tilted away from him.

Your hair falls across your features so he can’t see the expression on your face. He realises that this is the other shoe, that the very thing he promised not to do to you is happening right now and he is powerless to stop it.

“Angel, you need to take you daughter.” You tell him.

Your voice is soft, but he can still hear the hurt in it. It feels like he’s being stabbed in the chest because the last thing he ever wanted was for you to become a casualty of his recklessness.

You’re careful as you hand him the baby. He reacts instinctively, shifting the weight of the tiny infant until she sits comfortably in his arms, her fists flailing just a little.

“You’re alright.” He tells her, his voice kind as he starts to sway. “I’ve got you.”

He doesn’t realise you’ve left until he hears the front door closing behind you. He doesn’t remember you saying anything, only the absence of your presence as he finds himself standing alone in his kitchen with his daughter cradled in his arms. He swallows hard past the ache in his chest, his eyes stinging because he knows he fucked up.

This may be the beginning for him and Valeria but it’s the end of him and you.

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Keep Driving - Itoshi Rin x Fem!Reader

Description: You’re requested as a private chauffeur for a foreign soccer player for the weekend. It turns out to be more than just driving him around.

Genre: Porn with plot

Warnings: Protected sex, alcohol consumption, drunken sex, use of “good girl” and some other pet names, oral (f. and m. receiving), rin picks reader up once, use of the words “cunt” and “pussy”, and finally some nice aftercare!

Word count: 5k (sorry lol something possessed me)

MINORS DNI

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The collar of your shirt continues to scratch your skin, but you remain still, holding the sign with the name of your new, and first, client. Fidgeting with the sign, you glance down at the English written on the sign, hoping you spelled his name correctly. Apparently, it’s not his first time in the states for a soccer game, but the last driver from your company refused to drive for him again, so you’re hoping the experience goes smoothly and that you didn’t misspell his anime and set this off to a bad start,

The terminal begins to fill with people, making their way to cars all around you. So, you step closer to the doors and away from the black Cadillac you’ve been assigned. A few people pass you, going to others holding signs, all having that typical look of someone on a mission. After several more minutes, you start to think that the client ignored you and called for a taxi. As you start to consider turning around and calling your supervisor, a tall man with the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen steps in front of you.

“Rin?” You ask and he gives a polite, but short, nod. “This way,” you gesture with your hand to the car and walk a few steps ahead to open the door for him.

“Thank you, miss.” He says, his English smoother than people you know from your hometown.

You close the door behind him as he gets in, then put his bags in the trunk of the car. Letting out a quick sigh of relief, you get in the car. “So you're staying at the St. Regis hotel?”

“I believe so.” He answers, not looking up from his phone in the backseat.

You take that answer as a please stop talking to me and just drive, and so you do. The drive isn’t terribly long normally, but with the soccer game this weekend, traffic is terrible from the airport to the hotel in downtown D.C.

Once you arrive, you get out quickly, running around the back of the car to open the door for Rin. However, he is already out by the time you get there. So instead, you open the trunk and get his bags. He stops you, his hand covering your wrist.

“Let me,” he tells you and grabs his large bag with the other hand. He releases you and swings his duffel bag around onto his shoulder. “Thank you for driving me.”

“You’re very welcome. Have a great day and good luck at your game!” You smile politely and nod to the duffel bag with Japan’s flag embroidered on the end of it.

“Thank you,” he gives you a small smile and you smile brighter.

As he turns to walk into the hotel, you go back to the driver's seat to continue the rest of your day. You have a few more clients scheduled during your shift, and can’t really be late since it’s your first day.

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Your phone rings early Saturday morning before you even hear the birds chirping. “Hello,” you answer without looking at who it is since that would require opening your eyes more.

“Hey, —--, you have been requested as a private driver for the rest of the weekend.” Your supervisor’s deadpan voice greets you with the oh-so-wonderful news of work.

“Who? I literally just started yesterday, Sam.” You sit up, rubbing your eyes. “No one even remembers me, how could they request me?”

“I guess you left an impression on one. That pain in the ass, Rin Itoshi has requested you for the remained of the weekend as I said earlier. Why am I explaining myself to you?” He sighs. “Just get here by 7:30 so we can get you situated with an itinerary.” He hangs up.

You let out a dramatic groan and flop back onto your bed, looking at the clock on your phone. 6:22 a.m. it reads. He called before the normal call time, and your alarm, of course. You lay there for a few more minutes before deciding you better get ready to go to work.

It’s exactly 7:30 when you walk through the doors at the main office for the chauffeur company, going straight to your locker to grab your keys to the car you’ve been assigned for the day. Noticing the Cadilac symbol, you assume it’s the same one as yesterday.

“Hi, I’m here to meet with Sam about the itinerary for me today.” You smile at the office assistant and she smiles back.

“He said you could go right in when you get here.” She tells you and you thank her before going into Sam’s office.

He’s staring at his computer when you walk in, stacks of papers and folders all over his desk. “Great, you’re on time. Take a seat.”

You sit in the open chair, the other is stacked with more folders and papers. “So, is it going to be absolutely terrible?” You ask.

“I guess if you hate soccer it will be. He included a ticket to the game for his driver for tonight, so you get to attend and drive the man around. Lucky you,” he says, no emotion in his voice. “Here is the itinerary, you have to take him to a few places this morning and then the field it looks like.”He hands you the printed itinerary.

“Is that all?” You joke, laughing quietly.

“You wish,” Sam actually cracks a smile. “He has dinner plans after and then you have to take him back to the airport Monday.”

“What about Sunday?” YOu ask, thinking you might have the day off.

“Oh, that’s going to be an on-call day. He will call you when he needs you, so you can hang out at home but when he calls us or you, you need to get there asap. Most employees hang out here starting at 7 a.m. on days like that.”

“Great,” you sigh, looking over the paper in your hands. “Do I at least have Tuesday off?”

“Sure,” he shrugs. “Now get going, you have an 8:30 pick-up time.”

You leave, sitting in the Cadilac you start to commit the schedule of today’s trips to memory. You’re early to the hotel, so you take another look at the itinerary, mentally quizzing yourself until you’re sure you won’t need to look at it again. A few minutes before 8:30 you pull up to the front of the hotel, getting out and waiting by the back door of the passenger side of the car to open for Rin when he appears.

“Good morning, Mr. Itoshi,” you greet him when he walks up to the car from the hotel. Opening the door. “I hope you enjoyed your night in D.C.”

He looks unpleased, so you don’t say much more as you close the door and go to your driver’s seat. You notice he doesn’t use his phone much on the drive to the training facility nearby the stadium he’ll be playing at tonight. He looks focused on watching the traffic and scenery drive by so you don’t speak much more; not wanting to interrupt whatever he’s thinking about.

Once you arrive at the training center, you park the car out front, hopping out, and opening the back door for Rin.

“Here you go, sir.” You smile politely and he nods and speaks a soft thank you.

As he walks into the training center, you get back into the car, planning on grabbing Starbucks in between taking him from the training center back to the hotel. With the two-hour gap, you figure you have plenty of time.

You were wrong. For whatever reason, the nearest Starbucks was closed, so you had to find another one that clearly is drawing all the business from the previous one since it’s not open. So, now you’re five minutes late to pick up Rin.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Itoshi, traffic was terrible.” You apologize and open the door for him.

Is hair still looks to be damp from a shower, you notice as it sticks to his forehead, giving him a younger appearance. “Should have left earlier, then.” He comments as he slides into the car.

The rest of the day you make it a point to not go off except when you have more than three hours to do something, unlike now. Your stomach growls, so you park the car in the metered lot to go grab lunch at a restaurant beside the hotel Rin is staying in. It’s not busy this time of day, so you figure it’s worth the splurge and risk. You have an hour and a half to rest between taking him to the stadium for the game, then you’re basically off until it’s over later tonight.

It goes by quickly, the mix of customers all in and out as fast as you were. When you get back to the car you note that you have plenty of time to pick Rin up, so you spend it on your phone browsing Tumblr for something interesting to read. Nothing comes up in the short half hour you have, so you lock your phone and make your way to the hotel entrance to pick your client up.

He’s waiting outside when you get there, so you glance at the dashboard clock to make sure you’re not late, but you’re early. So you let out a sigh of relief. Getting out of the car, you notice he’s walked up to you to meet you at the back passenger door.

“Early this time, nice.” He almost smiles, you think anyway. It wasn’t quite a smile, but you’re not sure it wasn’t one either.

“I try my best, after all, it is just my second day driving anyone.” You’re not sure why you tell him this, but you can’t help yourself. “So, thank you for requesting me.”

This time he does smile, just slightly. Only the right said of his mouth curling upward. “Of course. Now open the door for me before I change my mind and request someone new.”

You think it’s a joke or an attempt at one, but you can’t tell. So you open the door quickly and mutter an apology. The traffic has died down from the morning and early afternoon lunch rush, but you worry you might get caught in the lunch rush, so you take a few different routes that avoid most of the restaurants and fast food joints.

The stadium appears ahead, and you wonder how many times he’s played there. You don’t follow many sports, so you’re not aware if he’s big in the industry or not.

“Have you played here many times?” You ask as you wait in line behind a row of cars, all dropping off players from both team USA and team Japan.

“A few now. I think this will be my fourth.” He answers you after thinking for a moment. “Do you watch?”

“No, not really.” You pull forward a car length more. “I’m excited to watch tonight though. I’ve never been to a big game like this.”

“Hopefully it won’t be as boring as last year,” he scoffs, and you look in the rearview mirror to see he looks utterly bored.

You’re not sure what he means, so you can’t comment. All you can do is hope it’s not boring either.

–

Between the shouting, drunken fans, and constant assault of popcorn, you actually enjoyed your time at the game. Japan won 2 to 0 against the U.S. team, but you found yourself cheering for Japan more than the home team. Rin scored both goals during the game and your heart raced with excitement each time. With your very limited knowledge of the sport, you could still tell he outranked everyone on the field.

However, it’s a fight to get back to your car. You have 90 minutes to get to it and pick Rin up from a different location behind the stadium, so you are able to go the opposite way of most of the guests leaving, but it’s still not easy. When you make it to the pick-up location, you note that there are several more cars waiting for their clients. Many of them are standing outside the car smoking, looking incredibly unprofessional.

When you get out of your car, you wait by the back passenger side door, ready for whenever Rin is out and ready to go. Others begin to get into their cars, their drivers taking off as fast as they can. It’s several more minutes before Rin exits the building and you open the car door for him.

“Great game,” you smile as he slides in.

“It was alright.” He says before you shut the door; making you wonder if he was bored during it despite the excitement surrounding the field in the stadium.

As you get back in the car, you glance a few more times at Rin. He really is handsome, you think. You shake your head, clearing those thoughts away. The drive to the hotel takes longer than you assumed, with traffic still pouring out from the stadium and general Friday night buzzing around. Once you make it, an hour later, you open the door for Rin to leave.

“I’ll call you tomorrow if I need a ride somewhere.” He tells you before disappearing behind the hotel doors.

Luckily, the chauffeur agency isn’t far from the hotel, so you return the car keys and your gas card for the night. A few people are coming in for the night shift as you walk out to your personal car. You get a text from a friend begging you to meet her downtown for drinks, so you plug the address into your GPS and go.

The road looks all too familiar and you realize the GPS is taking you right to the hotel that Rin is staying at. You had heard that it has a nice bar, but you’ve never been. Suddenly you feel extremely underdressed.

Of course, you were right. All your friends are dressed for a night out and you’re in your black slacks and white button-up from work. It’s not like it’s the most unflattering outfit in the world, but you wish you’d stopped home to change at least. They’re all already blitzed when you arrive, they start calling your name and laughing uncontrollably.

When you get to the bar to order a drink, you notice a familiar face sipping on a dark liquor. Rin sets his glass down, his eyes connecting with yours. You’re tempted to move to the empty seat beside him, but you stay standing, two seats away.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks.

“A raspberry mojito if you have the stuff,” you ask sweetly and he nods.

A few moments later the drink is in your hand and you notice Rin is still looking at you. Smiling, you make eye contact once more and go back to your friends, joining in on the conversation about the latest drama within the friend group. Three drinks in, you’re sharing your own stories with the group.

As you begin to tell another, you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Excuse me, can I talk to you.”

You look up and are met with those beautiful teal-blue eyes. “Sh-sure,” you excuse yourself from your friends and follow him to another part of the bar that’s less crowded.

“Are you stalking me?” He asks, frowning.

You laugh, loudly. “Are you kidding me? Of course not.”

“Then why are you here?” He inquires.

“My friends are here, they invited me out. Not that it’s any of your business, Mr. Itoshi.” You grin.

“My name is Rin, stop calling me Mr. Itoshi.” He snaps and you raise your eyebrow.

“Why are you bothering me? I’m off shift, and clearly not in any shape to drive you anywhere.” You shift your weight from your right foot to your left, stumbling a little.

Rin reaches out and catches your arm, steadying you. “God, why does it have to be you?” He sighs.

“What does that mean?”

“Just come with me,” he takes your empty glass from you and drops it on the bar. Then he begins to drag you towards the hotel entrance from the bar.

“Where are we going?” You whine as you try and keep up with him.

“Just shut up,” he snaps as he presses the elevator buttons.

You shut up, getting on the elevator with him and following him to what you assume is his room. It’s confirmed when he pulls out his keycard and guides you into the room. He tosses his sports jacket onto the empty desk chair as you walk into the room, admiring the size of it. You’ve never been in a luxury hotel, after all, so you try and commit the memory to detail.

“Why am I here?” You ask, sitting on the chaise at the end of the bed.

He stands in front of you, running his fingers through his dark hair. “I can’t get you out of my head, and I don’t know why. It’s… incredibly frustrating.”

“Frustrating?” You tilt your head to the right, taking in what he’s saying. There’s no way he means what you think he means…

He drops to his knees in front of you, his hands on your thighs, parting them enough for him to move between them and look up at you. He doesn’t have to tilt his head up much, given he’s almost eye to eye with you even now since he’s so tall. “I don’t beg, but I will ask once. Do you want this?”

Oh god, he does mean what you think he means.

“Y-yes,” you stutter, shocked but your stomach is already twisting with desire.

He’s fast, his hands taking your face between them and pulling you in for a heated kiss. His lips move against yours as you process what’s happening. You want it, you want it so bad. You can’t even remember the last time you had fun like this.

His hands move from your face to your ass, pulling you to the edge of the chaise. You gasp against his lips, and you feel him grin against yours. His kisses are mesmerizing, making you unable to think about anything but him. You bite down softly on his bottom lip, earning a little moan from Rin.

You grab the hem of his shirt, sliding your fingers up his body, feeling the muscles tense under your soft touch. You drag your nails down his stomach, scratching him lightly as his tongue floods into your mouth. You moan against him, sucking lightly on his tongue to try and earn another moan, which you succeed in. His fingers move from your ass to your pants, fiddling with the buttons on your work slacks until they come undone. He pulls away from your lips and you whimper quietly.

“Up,” he spanks your ass twice lightly with his right hand. You stand up, letting him pull your pants off your thighs and allowing him to guide your legs up so he can slide them over your feet. “Good girl,” he kisses each thigh once, just above your knee before kissing up your right thigh to just outside your underwear.

His fingers tighten on the back of your thighs as he pulls you closer, so his face is right against your cunt, his tongue slipping out of his mouth and running up the center of your panties and making your legs shake.

“Rin!” You gasp, gripping his shoulders.

He does it again, this time teasing your clit through the fabric. You squeeze his shoulders, leaning forward and pushing yourself against him even more. He pulls away and glares up at you.

“Stay still,” he commands, looking up at you with an intense look you’ve only seen him have on the field.

You nod, unable to speak as he slips your underwear down your thighs. You step out of them and watch as he tosses them to the side of the room. He looks up at you once with something of a mix of a smirk and a smile before he goes in. His tongue laps against your folds, giving special attention to your clit.

It’s overwhelming, the feel of his warm tongue against your wet cunt and his fingers squeezing the backs of your thighs. You almost feel like you could buckle and fall overtop of him, but that would ruin all the fun, so you force yourself to stay standing while he eats you out.

“Rin, I’m gonna buckle,” you warn him a few moments later, and instead of replying or acknowledging you, his righthand releases your thigh. His middle finger is inside you in a second, pumping in and out. “Fuck, oh fuck,” now you’re sure you’re going to buckle.

Your legs begin to shake, your knees almost buckling but you find the strength to stay standing for a few more moments. “Rin, please, you have to let me lay down or I’m gonna fall.”

He pulls his face away, his finger still inside you. “You can do it, you’re going to cum for me at least once like this.”

He fucks you harder with his middle finger, his thumb toying with your clit.

“Come on, you can do it pretty baby, cum for me.” He replaces his thumb with his lips, sucking on your clit.

It takes all you have to not fall over top of Rin. You cum, crying out his name slurred with curses as your thighs shake vigorously. Rin’s finger stops and he pulls out of you and his face away, smiling up at you.

“Very good girl,” he licks his lips.

You wish you could take a video with your mind at that moment. You’d replay it every night when you remembered this moment. He stands up, pulling you against him and kissing you again. You taste yourself against your lips and groan, he’s messier than you expected he would be.

You stumble back, your legs finally giving out, and Rin catches you, holding you up. He lifts you up enough to carry you to the bed, his lips never leaving yours. He drops you on the bed and removes his shirt while he’s standing above you. You take this opportunity to begin unbuttoning the white blouse you’ve been wearing.

Rin’s eyes graze over your body as you get the last button undone, revealing the lacy white bra you had on underneath. You sit up, ridding yourself of the shirt and reaching for RIn’s pants. You unbutton and unzip them quickly, pushing them down his thighs as far as you can reach.

He’s hard and tense against his black underwear. Your eyes widen at the size of him before you even see the full length outside the fabric. You rub up his length once, watching as his eyes close and his head tilts back. You grip his cock tighter, wanting to torment him the same way he tormented you.

“Is that all I get after all I did for you?” His tone is teasing, and you like this side of him.

“Maybe,” you tease back, letting go of him and moving around so you can lay on your stomach on the bed in front of him. Before you can lay flat, Rin’s fingers unclasp your bra and it falls off your shoulders and you’re left completely naked in front of him.

Once it’s tossed off the bed, you gather yourself and lick up the back of his cock through his underwear, giving him the same treatment he gave you. He grabs your chin, stopping you and forcing you to look at him.

“You can’t beat me in my own game,” he says, his eyes intense again. “Now show me your best, pretty girl.”

You stare at him, eyes glossy, as you pull his underwear down his thighs. He helps you, taking them off with his pants and kicking them off to the side. When you finally see his cock, you’re intimidated. He’s long and thick.

“Is anything about you not impressive?” You ask, taking his cock in your hand.

He rolls his eyes.

You take the tip of his cock between your lips, kissing it softly before sucking on the tip and rubbing your tongue down the bottom. He moans quietly, barely audible to you. Taking more in your mouth you use your hand to jerk off the rest of his length. As much as you’d love to take him all in, you’re certain you couldn’t without more practice.

“Good girl,” he moans, tangling his fingers in your hair to guide you more. You fall into a rhythm, bobbing your head and using your hand and spit down the remaining length to make sure he’s receiving as much pleasure as possible.

He pulls your head back after a few more seconds, gripping you by your hair and tilting your head up. “As pretty as you look with my cock in your mouth, I need to be in that pretty pussy of yours.”

Your thighs squeeze together and you’re desperate to have him inside you. You feel yourself growing wetter at just the thought. You sit up on your knees, watching as Rin goes back to his pants, searching the pockets until he comes back with a condom. He rips open the package with his teeth and then slips it over his cock.

“Bend over the bed,” He orders you and you do, quickly moving into position.

You feel the tip of his cock between your folds first, and he teases you with the head of his cock. Rubbing it down your slit, he coats it with your wetness before slowly pressing into you. You moan loudly, adjusting to the stretch due to the size of his cock inside you. It feels overwhelmingly good, taking your breath away.

“Rin, oh my god,” you whimper into the white bedspread beneath you. “You feel so good.”

He moans, thrusting fully inside you and you moan louder. Your toes curl against the floor and you grip the bedspread between your fingers. He begins thrusting into you, hard and steady, setting the most delicious pace you’ve ever experienced.

He leans forward, his hand rubbing up your back to your right shoulder, before gripping you tightly and using you as leverage to thrust deeper inside you. You nearly cum at the first thrust, but resist the urge and cry out loudly, mumbling some incoherent words as you do.

“Rin,” you whimper, feeling that oh-so-familiar knot in your lower stomach, ready to break from the tension. “Wanna cum,” you whine.

“Cum for me, pretty baby,” he moans into your ear, thrusting harder and deeper than before.

By the second thrust, you're squeezing around his cock, making him moan louder in your ear. You cum around him while writhing below him. You can’t even make a sound you’re so focused on the climax washing through your body in waves.

“That it, such a good girl.” He kisses you between your shoulders and you shutter from the intimacy of it all. “I’m almost there, just a few more seconds.”

He was telling the truth, after a few seconds and a few more sloppy thrusts he cums, his body shuttering above yours. He stays inside you, holding himself up with his arms on either side of you, kissing your back and shoulders softly a few times. When he pulls out, you turn around, sitting up and looking at him.

“What are you doing?” He asks, looking concerned.

“Nothing, just looking at you.” You shrug, flopping back on the bed.

He sits on the bed, leaning back against the pillows and headboard. “Come here,” he asks and you crawl up beside him, realizing just how massive the bed is. It must be a king, you think to yourself.

He pulls you against his chest, rubbing your arms with his fingers gently and kissing the top of your head. You snuggle into him, pleasantly surprised by the sweetness of this all. You close your eyes, listening to the sound of Rin’s heartbeat slowing down.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks quietly, this time rubbing his thumb against your cheek. You look up at him and nod.

“I feel great, Rin.” You smile.

“I’m going to run you a bath, okay? I’ll be right back, don’t worry.” He kisses the top of your head again and slips out from under you, disappearing into the bathroom to your right. YOu hear the water start running. “Come on,” he stands in the doorway and you get up.

On shaky legs, you make your way to the bathroom with Rin, noting just how wonderful he’s being in the aftermath of the intense hookup. Rin gets into the massive tub first, opening his legs for you to slip in between them in front of him. As you do, you lean back against him. He wraps his long arms around you, wrapping you up in him as he does. You rest your head on his shoulder, turning slightly to look up at him.

“Rin,” you say softly, as he begins to rub your arms with warm water.

“Hmm?” He hums.

“Who knew you were such a king of aftercare?” You joke, reaching up and poking his cheek.

He laughs a short breathy one. “Oh, shut up and stop trying to ruin it then.” He smacks your hand away. “Or else I’ll drown you.”

“What a lovely headline that’ll be in the morning.” You tease back, splashing him with water.

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rhettabbotts · 2 years

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smut prompt 139 with rhett??

you give me fever - rhett abbott

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: you did a little shopping for your weekend getaway with rhett and you can’t wait to show him what you bought.

w/c: 3.9k

warnings: 18+ only. smut. afab reader. age gap (reader is mid 20s, rhett is late 30s). unprotected sex (has been discussed beforehand, wrap it up folks). dirty talk. daddy kink. oral (m and f receiving). riding. breeding kink. creampie. i believe that is all.

prompt: “i bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”

a/n: surprise! here’s the dilf rhett fic i promised months ago! if it sucks you didn’t see this.. a big thank you to jo @mayhem24-7forever for looking this over for me love you mwah!

“I’ll meet you at 6.”

You sucked in a deep breath as you read the text repeatedly. Four hours until six and you were already a trembling mess. Rhett had suggested going out of town for the weekend one night a couple of weeks prior as you laid in his arms. You were ecstatic about being with him for a full weekend. Since the beginning of your relationship you had never had an entire weekend of uninterrupted time together.

Rhett had been divorced for nearly three years by the time he hired you as the babysitter. He had two beautiful girls who you adored like your own. His wife had left him unexpectedly, running off with his best friend who she had been secretly sleeping with for a year before leaving Rhett. It broke Rhett’s heart and his girls were young, almost too young to understand why their mother moved away. He tried it on his own for a while but once they both started school, he knew he needed the help.

His mother suggested you to him. She knew that you were in between jobs after finishing grad school, returning home for a while. You didn’t think babysitting was in your cards but when you met Rhett and then met his girls, you knew you were meant for the job. Rhett felt the same way. There was something about you being there with them that just felt right. His girls were laughing everyday and you even had him smiling - a lot more than he has the past few years.

Tensions were rising between you and Rhett as the months passed by. Flirtatious comments were exchanged on the daily but you never dreamed anything would come from it.

You weren’t sure how it happened, you weren’t planning on it to happen but one night when you stayed for a glass of wine you kissed him. It was an innocent kiss, a small peck to the lips that was barely there but you couldn’t deny the spark you felt when you felt his stubble brush against your skin.

Rhett had set his wine glass down and you were afraid he was going to tell you off, tell you to leave and never come back but he didn’t. Instead, he grabbed your face with both of his hands, his palms warm and callused. He looked at you in a way you have never been looked at before. It sent chills over your entire body.

“Honey…” Rhett whispered deeply. His nose knocked against your own before pressing his forehead to yours. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been so sure in my life.”

He was kissing you, months of want seeping out through the rough kiss.

From that moment on, it was hard to keep your hands off each other. It had been nearly six months and you were both still insatiable.

So, when Rhett suggested a weekend away with just the two of you, you couldn’t resist.

Your room looked like a tornado had torn through it with the copious amount of clothes you had strewn all over the place. You couldn’t decide what to pack, knowing clothes weren’t going to matter. If you had it your way, you wouldn’t leave the room the entire time. You settled on one nice outfit and comfortable loungewear for the rest of the time. One thing you made sure to pack was the small black shopping bag you had sitting on your dresser.

You went shopping on your day off, picking out several new pieces of lingerie to surprise Rhett with. You bought a baby blue matching set. Flowers embroidered on the mesh material of the bra and panties, complete with a see through negligee. You felt beautiful in it, sexy even. You knew Rhett would love it.

As you drove to the hotel an hour outside of Wabang, you tried to calm your nerves. You weren’t sure why you were nervous, but you couldn’t stop taking in shaky breaths the closer you got. As you pulled into the parking lot, Rhett was leaning against the side of his truck. His arms were crossed over his chest and the shirt sleeves of the black tee strained over his biceps.

His lazy grin puts you at ease. It was just Rhett, there was nothing to be nervous about.

You parked beside him and hopped out of the driver’s seat, barely shutting your door before making your way towards him. He pulled you into him the second you were within reach, strong arms enveloping you in a tight embrace.

“Missed you.”

“You saw me two days ago. Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me, Rhett.” You joked, poking his side with your index finger.

He shut you up with a firm kiss, hands sliding down into the back pockets of your jeans. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped your throat, which led to his tongue teasing your bottom lip.

“We should- we should go check in.”

He held onto your hand the entire time, thumb gently rubbing the back of your thumb as the front desk employee checked you in.

“Here are your room keys. Breakfast is served from 7-9 in the mornings. Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Abbott.”

“We’re n-“

“Thank you, ma’am. Have a night evening.” He muttered, hand keeping slight pressure on your lower back as he ushered you out the front door and to your vehicles to collect your bags. You were silent on the elevator ride to your room, your fingers tapping on the handle of your duffle.

Mrs. Abbott. You couldn’t deny the way those two words caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. How they caused your heart to contract and your palms to sweat. Rhett didn’t correct her. Why? He probably didn’t want to be rude - but it still made your mind wander.

The elevator dinged to signal you had arrived at your floor, shaking you out of your thoughts. Rhett flashed you a smile, grabbing your hand once more for you to follow him down the hall. You glanced at the numbers plastered on the cream colored doors, taking note of the plush carpet that lined the floor. This place was nice, but you didn’t realize how nice until you made it to your room.

Room 435.

Rhett pressed the key to the detector and the lock clicked open. Inside, you were met with the most beautiful room. The layout was spacious, looking more like a small apartment rather than a hotel room. There was a king sized bed that stretched out into the middle of the floor, a couch and large flat screen television. A small kitchenette was to your right as you walked through the door and there was a big window with a breathtaking view.

“Rhett, you really shouldn’t have,” you began but he stopped you before you could continue by pressing a finger to your lips.

“I wanted to treat my girl,” he stated, taking your bags and sitting them in one of the chairs at the small dining table. “How about we order some room service and relax?”

All you could do was nod, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed with how he was treating you. Your mind started wandering again, thinking maybe this was more than just temporary. You had already established your relationship, knowing that you wanted to be together but you were still keeping it on the down low, not disclosing it to anyone but those close to you. But his lack of response to you being called Mrs. Abbott… you couldn’t help but think about what your future with Rhett held.

Rhett smiled softly at you as he called the front desk, ordering a spread of food for the two of you to enjoy. You ate in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. You fed him some of your dessert, rolling your eyes as he moaned dramatically around the fork.

“So… I have a surprise,” you said, chuckling at the way Rhett straightened in his seat across from you.

“What is it?”

“I, uh.. I bought a few new pieces of lingerie. You want me to model them for you?”

His eyes darkened almost instantly, lips quirked up at the corner.

“You wanna put on a show for me?” His voice was husky, thick with desire already. You smiled sweetly at him, moving from your chair and over to stand in between his spread legs. Placing a small kiss to his cheek as his hands traced up the backs of your thighs.

“Wait on the bed for me, daddy.”

You plucked the bag out of your duffle, making your way into the large en-suite bathroom. You placed the delicate material out on the counter before touching up your makeup. Your heart was thrumming in your chest in anticipation. After you slipped the lingerie on your body, you ruffled your hair to give it a little volume. You shook your hands a few times to get rid of some anxiousness and opened the door. The entry to the bathroom faced the end of the bed and Rhett’s eyes dragged over your body, devouring you with his stare.

“Goddamn, baby. Look at you,” he spoke, sounding winded. His thighs spread wide as he looked at you. Your cheeks felt hot, not knowing what to do with your hands or how to stand. “Did you buy that just for me?”

“Mhmm.”

“Come closer. Let me see you.”

You moved towards him slowly, fingers playing with the hem of the short negligee as you stood in front of the man before you. He raised his hand, index finger pointed to the ceiling as he gestured for you to spin for him. You did just that, twirling without hurry, wanting him to take it all in. When you faced him again, his hand scrubbed over his stubbled jaw. Tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. Even in the low lighting you could see the greys that lined his temples. You felt like a gazelle caught in the line of sight of a hungry lion. The way he was looking at your body made your thighs clench. Your heartbeat quickened as he beckoned you over with the crook of his finger.

“You’re so good to me, baby. Getting all dolled up to surprise daddy.”

His rough hands rubbed over the backs of your thighs once more, this time without any barrier. Rhett massaged the meat of your legs, roaming under the lace to grab two handfuls of your ass. He pulled you close to him, head resting against your stomach as he let his fingers trace the edges of the panties. He pulled back to look up at you from under his lashes, blue eyes pinning you in place.

“The things I want to do to you right now, honey.”

“Let me take care of you, daddy.”

You kneeled between his legs, the carpet providing a slight cushion. Your hands hastily fiddled with his belt, wanting your mouth on him as soon as possible. He took pity, seeing as how you couldn’t quite get the buckle undone in your rush. He did it so easily it made you huff out of slight annoyance. You sat back on your heels and waited patiently, hands folded in your lap. Rhett tugged his jeans off, tossing them to the side. There he sat in front of you in just his black boxer briefs and black t-shirt, both clinging to him in ways that made your mouth water.

He palmed himself through his boxers a few times before discarding his shirt, joining the ever growing pile of clothes. You chewed on your bottom lip as it was your turn to look over his body. His broad shoulders and chest were on display. His soft stomach and the love handles that you adored so much were begging to be touched. You reached for him, fingers gripping the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down his thick thighs. His hard cock slapped against his lower stomach and you wasted no time in licking a line from the base to the tip, collecting the droplet of precum on your tongue.

Rhett inhaled sharply as you continued with small kitten licks on the head. You wrapped your lips around it, bobbing your head to take more of his length into your mouth. He felt heavy in your mouth, the weight of it causing you to gag slightly. His hand pulled your hair back into a makeshift ponytail.

Having him in your mouth like this gave you a sense of power. Rhett was putty in your hands when you sucked him off.

Your short nails scraped along his thighs, smirking around him as you felt him shiver. His thighs were extremely sensitive, just one of many things you had learned about Rhett since you started sleeping together.

The grip on your hair tightened as you took him deeper into your mouth, his tip grazing the back of your throat just barely. You spread your knees and arched your back, causing the negligee to slip up and put your ass on display. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes as Rhett lightly thrusted his hips up into your mouth.

He tugged on your hair until he slid out of your mouth with a slight pop. A spit trail followed in its wake and you whined in protest. You had wanted him to cum in your mouth, pouting up at him. Rhett’s chest heaved as he looked down to you, fingers still tangled in your hair.

“As much as I love coming in that sinful mouth, I think I should take care of you. I know you’re desperate for it.”

He hauled you to your feet easily. You always forgot how strong he actually was. Years of working on the ranch giving him the strength of an ox. A giggle escaped you as he manhandled you to the bed. He towered over you, kneeling above you as he traced his thumbs across your bent knees.

“What do you want, babygirl?”

“Want you,” you replied quietly.

“You’re gonna need to be more specific than that.”

His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the lingerie above your hips. He thumbed the thin waistband of your panties, a lopsided grin growing on his face as he spread your legs wide and noticed the wet patch through the scrap of fabric.

“Oh, honey. You’re so wet for daddy, aren’t you. Just dying for me to play with that pretty pussy. C’mon, tell daddy what you want him to do.”

You moaned at his words, canting your hips towards him, silently begging him.

“Want you to- want your mouth on me. Please.”

“Now, was that so hard?”

He slid down the mattress until he was on his stomach, mouth mere inches from where you craved to feel him. Pressing your thighs back towards your chest he moved towards your heat.

He placed a light open-mouthed kiss to your cunt through the panties, tongue starting at your hole and licking a long stripe to your clit. You keened loudly, bucking your hips against his mouth as he sucked on the sensitive bud over the fabric. You could feel his spit cooling on it and you so desperately wanted him to tear them off and get his mouth on you properly.

“Daddy,” you whined out, fingers gripping his greying locks.

He knew what you wanted and who was he to deny his best girl?

You heard it before you felt it, a tearing of thread hit your ears before you felt the sting of the panties being ripped from your body. A gasp emitted from your lips as he threw the shredded underwear over his shoulder and mouth attached to your wet pussy, tongue delving into your dripping hole. The action caused your back to arch off the bed and a shattered breath to escape you, leaving you no time to be upset over your now destroyed underwear.

Rhett’s nose bumped against your clit as his pointed tongue circled your entrance. He shook his head slightly, moving side to side to stimulate the bundle of nerves. You raised your head from the pillows to look down at him and was met with him staring into your eyes. At that moment, his gaze trapped you. You couldn’t look away even if you tried.

He moved to wrap his lips around your clit, suctioning onto the bud. You moaned loudly, not caring who heard you. Your thighs clenched around his head as he sucked hard. His middle finger slid inside, curling up and immediately finding that spongy spot.

Between his attack on your clit and g-spot, you were coming on his mouth. A flash of white-hot heat washed over you as you released onto his tongue. He helped you come down from your high, placing one last kiss to your oversensitive clit before pulling away.

Your thighs ached and you could already feel the beginnings of stubble burn. Rhett rested his head against your stomach, fingertips tracing against the red spot on your hip bone. Your fingers threaded through his hair to pull his head up.

“Come up here, please,” you said, still trying to catch your breath.

He crawled up your body, groaning as you pulled him down into a kiss. Your tongue slid into his mouth, moaning slightly at the taste of yourself on him. You stayed like that for a while, kissing each other and barely pulling away for air. Rhett’s hands groped at your breasts, roughly grabbing at the mounds which caused you to arch up into the touch.

“Want you to ride me while you’re wearing this pretty lingerie. Can you do that, baby?”

“Anything for you, daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. C’mere,” he said, rolling off of you and moving to press his back against the headboard. He maneuvered you into his lap, his waist spreading your thighs. You felt his cock slide between your slick folds, the tip nudging against your clit as you grinded against him.

“Stop being a little cocktease,” Rhett growled, hands gripping your hips to stop your movements. You grinned at him before taking him in your hand, lining him up to slide inside your heat.

You both moaned in unison at the feeling, your walls fluttering around his cock as you were fully seated on him. You stayed like that for a minute, adjusting to his size in this position. Your hands braced themselves on his chest, nails digging into the bull tattoo on his right pectoral.

“Feel s’full,” you slurred out, mustering up all your strength to stay upright.

“Yeah, baby. I can feel you clenching around me. Ride me, sweet girl. Show me how bad you want it.”

Your hands moved to his shoulders, giving you the leverage to raise your hips. His tip was barely inside before you seated yourself down on him again. You continued this speed for a bit, getting into a comfortable rhythm. You started bouncing faster, the head of his cock bumping against your g-spot deliciously. Rhett’s hands kept a bruising grip on your thighs, eyes hooded as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock.

“That’s it, honey. Just like that. Look so perfect riding daddy’s cock.”

You slowed down to a grind, wanting to drag it out as long as you could. Your hands roamed across your own body, groping your breasts and pinching your hardened nipples through the baby blue negligee. He knocked your hands away to replace them with his own, leaning forward to wrap his lips around one nipple.

“When the lady called me Mrs. Abbott, oh, fuck.. you didn’t correct her. Why?” You’re not sure why you brought it up at that moment, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Kind of liked the sound of it… Did it make you uncomfortable?”

“No… I really liked the sound of it, too” you said in a hushed tone, like you were exposing one of your deepest secrets. Turns out, you were.

“Oh, yeah? Like the thought of being my wife?”

You nodded as you picked up the pace again, wanting to chase that feeling from earlier.

“You want me to make you Mrs. Abbott? Fill you up and have you full of my baby? Everyone would know you’re mine,” Rhett said.

He gripped your hips and braced his feet onto the mattress, thrusting up into your pussy. The force of it caused you to collapse forward, burying your face into his neck and whining loudly. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, clinging to him as his brutal thrusts continued.

“Wanna give you that, honey. Wanna give it all to you. Wanna make you an Abbott. Wanna make you a mama, god. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I want it so bad. Give it to me, Rhett. Give me everything,” you whispered into his ear, nibbling on the earlobe as he moved inside you.

His hand snaked down to your clit, making rough circles against it with his thumb and you were clenching around him before you knew it.

Placing your forehead against Rhett’s to look into those captivating blue eyes as you reached your peak. Your scream got caught in your throat as you came, stars bursting behind your eyelids as Rhett came right after you. His hot release filled you, causing you to whimper.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pulling away and looking down at where you were still connected. You could feel him leaking out of you and it made your head spin. You lifted off of him, gasping when some of his cum trailed down your inner thigh.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, honey.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple before getting up and heading to the bathroom to give a wet washcloth. You jerked as he touched your sensitive cunt.

“Shhh, that’s it. You did so good, sweetheart. Always so good for me,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He helped you under the covers after you finished in the bathroom, wrapping his arms tightly around you to pull you close.

“Rhett?”

“Mhm?”

“Did you mean it? About giving me everything?”

He lost out a sigh before pulling you impossibly closer. His nose brushed along your neck before he spoke.

“I would. I would give you anything you wanted. Honey, you make me so happy. You make my girls happy. I love you, and I know I don’t say it enough, but I do. I want it all with you.”

You couldn’t help from tearing up at his words, fingertips grazing along his forearms before turning to face him.

“I love you, Rhett. I love you so much.”

Your noses knocked together once again, something you noticed that was becoming a habit. You let out a wet laugh as a tear fell and Rhett caught it with his thumb. He kissed your forehead and you snuggled closer to him, throwing a leg over his waist.

“If this whole weekend is gonna be like this, it’ll be hard for me to leave.”

“You’ll miss the girls too much. And besides, I wanna see the town anyways since you dragged me all the way out here. I even brought that dress you love.”

“Woman, you spoil me.”

You fell asleep in Rhett’s arms that night, having a much brighter outlook on your future together. And if you dreamed about Rhett carrying a baby boy on his hip that looked just like him, with a gold wedding band adorning his ring finger… well, you couldn’t control yourself.

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i've got my eye on you

Nico Rosberg has moved on from 2016; the silver war; all of it. So he thought, at least. Lewis is still here, though, and that makes the forgetting so much more difficult.

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Nico Rosberg is not lonely, most of the time. He’s a busy man; he meets a lot of people, takes them out to drinks or dinner parties, and exchanges LinkedIns as often as phone numbers. It’s a good life. Keeps him sane.

Sometimes, though. Sometimes, Nico finds himself waiting for something else, something better, something real. That’s when he crosses the line he swears he’ll never touch again and thinks about someone specific. There is a man living in his very same complex, someone who knows Nico better than the scores of environmental activists and Sky Sports reporters, and Nico doubts they’ll ever be the same again.

They were good in the beginning. Better than good, they were the best and everyone knew it. The silver arrows, finest of the fine. They had identical white race suits and the same exact drive to win. That’s where they ran into problems, of course, because the podium only has space for one king to have a crown. The other has to be left in the shadow, the cursed second place. No one could live like that forever. They certainly didn’t.

Still, they were the same in almost every aspect. Nico swapped up their hats once, towards the end. He had wanted to throttle whoever had the idea to make their merch so similar. They may be on the same damn team, but that doesn’t mean they have to match in everything else as well. Same logo, same colors, and then Nico had taken off his cap to fidget with it and saw Lewis’ name there instead of his own, embroidered into the black fabric with the precision of a machine stitch.

Funny how Nico can literally walk around wearing Lewis’ name against his skull, and they still have no more claim to each other than complete strangers. Worse than strangers, actually. They had once been everything.

Some days, he thinks about it all the time. Other days, he forces it out of his mind until he can almost delude himself into thinking it’ll never show up again. And, on other, worse days, such as this one, Nico walks into the lobby of his home building in Monaco, both of his daughters holding his hands, and he spots Lewis across the room, pulling a suitcase behind him. Must have been a race weekend. Nico knows it is, of course, fixates over every score like he’s still in it, but. It’s easier to pretend that he could forget.

Usually, Nico’s good at brushing off encounters like this, but they’re just too close for that tactic to work. Nico wasn’t expecting it; last night ended up being late, plus he’s been out with the girls all morning. That’s why he doesn’t just keep walking, why he actually stops and stares. Lewis comes to a standstill around the same time. Must be the jetlag getting to him. That, and the fact that they haven’t been face to face outside of a race or work setting in months.

Nico should keep moving. He doesn’t, even as his girls tug at his hands in confusion. They know of Lewis, certainly, they’ve seen pictures up on the fridge and online, but they didn’t know Lewis like Nico did. No one could.

“It’s good to see you,” Nico says uncertainly. Pleasantries never fail.

Lewis shudders slightly and nods. “Yeah, you too. Hope the girls are doing well,” he adds, as if he can’t see both blonde daughters right by Nico’s side. They’re still holding onto his hands, one apiece, and eyeing Lewis with wide, curious stares. They’ve inherited that from him already, it seems, the inability to look away.

“Do you two want some sweets?” Lewis asks suddenly. “I keep a bag in my luggage.”

Nico frowns, asks something asinine about drivers and nutritionists and fitness goals. Lewis just chuckles and says that he never actually opens the thing, just keeps it in the bag so he can practice self discipline or something else insane like that. God, he always tried to be the best of them.

His girls don’t know any of that sort of life, though, and won’t so long as Nico can help it, so they just clap their hands and plead for a treat or two. Nico gives the appropriate nod when it’s clear that Lewis is serious.

Lewis kneels down to the ground, unzips the top of his suitcase and pulls out a bag. Crisp, unopened, just as promised. Lewis’ resolve held all this time, then broken just now. The plastic tears easily. It doesn’t take much.

Lewis considers the bag. “I’ve always been fond of those. They remind me of some stuff I used to love a while back. They were from some small town, I don’t remember where.”

“Hoddesdon,” Nico says. He states the place aloud like he’s rattling off one of a thousand countries or capital cities, some bright child with a knack for memory games who will grow up into a man who knows too many languages but not enough people with whom to practice. “You’re talking about the candy from Hoddesdon.” Town near the place they used to kart together. Close enough to walk or bike from any hotel or flat. Two boys could do it easily if they were inclined to stay out all day and night, and they usually were.

Lewis’ head snaps up, and the brief look of shock and wonder reminds Nico of when they were kids. It’s the exact same expression Lewis would wear when Nico agreed to buy him some sweets. Even though Lewis would beg and plead with him all day long, the moment Nico said yes Lewis always looked surprised, as if he never truly expected that Nico would go along with it. That Nico would go along with him. Maybe that’s why Nico always caved. It meant he got to see that look again.

Painfully, it also reminds Nico of how Lewis had looked when he found out Nico was retiring in 2016. They were in the midst of a massive crowd with too many overlapping voices and faces, but somehow Nico had still been able to look out across the crowded room and sight Lewis the moment Nico opened his mouth and announced his retirement.

It had been the same expression then as now. The brief drop of his stomach like a roller coaster, the smooth spread of a poker face to cover up any emotional slips or wide eyes. All of it. Lewis had never told Nico any of this, of course, but Nico has known Lewis long enough to read his body, his mind, his entire life. It’s why he likes pointing out Lewis’ flaws on Sky Sports; just another way of proving that he’s still got it, that no matter how much Lewis changes, Nico Rosberg still knows exactly what makes him tick.

More often than not back then, it was Nico. It’s still Nico now whenever they awkwardly run into each other in their complex or Nico analyzes him a little too well on live TV.

Right now, though, Lewis is not angry at him, just caught off guard. Something in the back of Nico’s brain says that he likes that more. Nico scowls to himself and wonders why he hadn’t shut that voice up years ago.

“Yeah,” Lewis says at last, after a weighty pause that Nico isn’t entirely sure doesn’t solely happen in the confines of his own head, “Yeah, it was.”

To distract himself, Lewis remembers what he’s promised and hands some individually wrapped candies to the two blonde girls clustering in front of him. Nico remains where he is, watching as Lewis replaces the bag in his luggage again, closes the top, stands up and mumbles something about how he’d better get going. Crazy travel like always. You know how it is.

Nico does know. He nods, giving Lewis the reprieve he needs to head to the lift. Nico thinks that he might actually lose his mind if he was in the same small box rattling up to their floor, looking anywhere but at Lewis, so he diverts his girls to throw their trash away first and Lewis gets away. Another lift comes in a short time. Everything is just as it was before, but– not at all.

His daughters cheer over their new sweets, giggling down the hallway about how they were able to convince Mr. Hamilton to give up his secret stash. Nico is plagued by the sudden thought that if he had married Lewis like he’d wondered about all those years ago, if they had adopted these girls instead of them being Nico’s by bloodline, that he might laugh about their reaction being inherited from Lewis instead of, you know, from him. It makes Nico think about just how much of Lewis is left in him. It makes him question if any of Nico is trapped inside Lewis, waiting to be let free.

Even after he gets back to his place and locks the door carefully to guard against any unwholesome influences, Nico’s entire train of thought is rattled for the rest of the day. Nico has been trying his damndest to avoid Lewis every time they catch the lift or leave the building around the same time, and he knows full well Lewis has been doing the same. He’s all but admitted to it a few instances before.

This is why they play this elaborate game of hide and never seek, then. Nico lies awake at night, remembering paths he hasn’t gone over in a long time. The start. The glorious first act. How it had all broken to pieces. Nico had said before that he doesn’t regret the rivalry, that it only pushed them to greater heights, and he stands by that now. Still. That doesn’t mean his blood doesn’t run dark with grief to think of everything they once had that is gone forever now.

Nico can remember talking with his communications handler about it one time. He and Lewis had been fracturing for a while by then, but they’d only started showing it publicly for a few weeks. The guy had told Nico that this was good, actually, that people liked the slow burn death of it all. It was like watching a railway crash in slow motion, the guy had said. You know it’ll hurt and you know it’ll end badly but you just can’t look away for the life of you.

It had made Nico’s veins thrum with the unhappy sickness of needing to prove the truth to be a lie. He’d wanted to spit in the guy’s face; swear at him until he ran out of breath; go drag Lewis in front of a live camera and make out with him until their gums bled, just to prove that they were still totally fine.

Look where all that pent up self-justification got him, though. Nico and Lewis are hiding from each other in the same complex, too convinced that the other needs to change to ever leave. The comms handler must be laughing at them still, gleeful and victorious after Nico made him rich.

There was a lot that even the viewers didn’t see. It’s not like either of them really tried to hide it, how they broke apart, but even so. People only saw the same few photos of sun bleached hair and gap toothed grins and unicycles, they didn’t know all of it. Nico thinks that’s for the best. The thought that anyone could know even half of what they had is intrusive and wrong.

When he closes his eyes, he can see all of it at once, overlapped like a thousand magazine clippings. Sleeping over and staying out late and making the same stupid jokes every time. Trying each other’s food and loudly arguing irrelevant details and racing and racing and racing. Small nothings that only serve to make him smile. More important stuff. Secrets Nico has only kept to himself.

Nico has only kissed Lewis once. That’s not counting stupid things like kisses on cheeks, everyone knows those don’t actually matter. That’s why you can get away with doing them in the background of televised interviews, in large crowds, even next to your father. People wouldn’t care, anyway. They’d laugh and say that he and Lewis were European, that’s what they did. It wasn’t real. It could never be real. When you count up how many times Nico wanted to kiss Lewis and didn’t, though— well, that would be like damn near every day.

The one kiss was different. That was on purpose. He’s thinking about it now. It was late at night. 2015. Abu Dhabi. Nico had wanted to win that championship more than he’d wanted anything in his life. Maybe he’d fucked himself over in Austin, maybe even earlier, but it was still Lewis with the security of that title once the final race was over. He’d driven beneath the waving flag, he’d smiled and cheered in all the photographs, and Nico had felt this terrible sort of rage simmering beneath his bones.

The kiss had been later, at one in a successive chain of afterparties for both Mercedes drivers, technically, but mainly for Lewis. Lewis was the one who got it done. Lewis was the one who made them all proud. Lewis was also the one who pulled Nico aside when everyone else was busy getting shitfaced or screaming their heads off.

It had been dark. No one had seen. Lewis had grinned at him, asked Nico if he was really going to sulk the whole night. Nico had said something stupid like why shouldn’t I and give me a reason to stop and, well, Lewis had. Nico can still feel that night burned into him, taste it like all those times he drank champagne on a podium straight from Lewis’ hands. Salt and sweet and shameless.

Lewis had pulled away just a little, enough to smell the alcohol on his breath, and asked if he was better. Nico lied, said yes, and swore to himself that he would win the next championship just so the next time this happened, he would not be the one to suffer. Betrayed with a kiss. Nico had made a proper Judas after all. He can still see the faces of everyone at Mercedes after he walked out of that contract, how even Vivian had cautiously asked him if he was really sure this was what he wanted. No one knew Nico Rosberg at all, and that was exactly how he wanted it.

Still, though. Thinking about the past makes him think about the kiss. They may have been somewhere between tipsy and wasted when it happened, but Nico swears that it had been a long time coming since before the fights even started. It just took the ache of resentment to let them cross that bridge and leave it burning.

He shouldn’t think about it anymore. He definitely shouldn’t think about how he’s still in the same building as Lewis, so close. Viv is out with the girls at the moment. No one would know. If Lewis rejects him here and now, well, Nico can always go back to his green energy fanboys and YouTube subscribers to soothe his ego.

This is a bad idea, and Nico can’t help it. He paces back and forth on the hallway he thinks might be Lewis’, dragging his heels like Lewis might be able to sense his hesitation somewhere, wherever he is, and come out at last. At the start of it, Nico has about a thousand different things he wants to say, accusations and apologies and mundane pleasantries all.

At the end, when Lewis does come out of his room, Nico doesn’t say anything. Can’t say anything. Instead, he just sort of nods, raises a hand halfway like he’s doing that weird half-jog at the start of a crosswalk.

Lewis waits, silhouetted against the threshold of his door, and when it’s clear that Nico won’t be doing or saying a whole lot at the moment, smiles and asks, “What, come here often?”

It’s a stupid joke. Nico laughs anyway. “We both live here,” he says somewhat impetuously.

Lewis tilts his head to the side, considering this. “Not right here, I think.”

Nico narrows his eyes, debating whether he truly has to explain the abstractions of flat rooms versus buildings, but Lewis breaks into that light chuckle of his and Nico lets go of his irritation, he lets go.

“I’m kidding, man,” Lewis tells him, still unable to hide a laugh, “Just trying to mess with you. Can I ask why you’re here, though?”

It’s a fair question. Nico is, in fact, loitering outside of his former friend turned rival turned something’s door like he’s got nowhere better to be. He doesn’t, but that’s beside the point. Truth be told, Nico himself doesn’t entirely know why he’s here. It just seemed like the place he needed to be.

“I was thinking,” he begins, “About a lot, actually. It’s been a while.”

Lewis stares at him for a moment, eyes wide, and then all of a sudden his entire being relaxes and he opens the door a little more. Good of him for finally recognizing an olive branch when Nico offers it. God knows he’s been practically screaming it every interview they’ve shared, every time they’ve met each other’s eyes in the paddock when he was there with Sky Sports.

“Wow,” Lewis mumbles, “Yeah. That sounds– that sounds good.”

This time Nico can’t hide his derisive snort. “That’s terrible. We’ve been avoiding this for ages. I run into you, we act nice, then run off. We have to face this.”

A brief spark of anger flashes through Lewis’ eyes– good, that’s something Nico can handle, something familiar that they can both feel better about than this strange nothingness– but even that’s gone soon enough. Lewis doesn’t have to put up with him like a teammate, Nico supposes. Whatever they do from here on out is their own undoing, the red purely on their ledgers. He wants to drown in it.

Lewis knows this too, Nico can taste it like blood on a bitten tongue. They stand there for a moment longer, daring each other to take it further. It’s a familiar game, one they’ve played since kids. I’ll go faster if you do. You’ll jump off the bridge so long as I go first.

The heavy pause ends with the gasp of a caught breath. Lewis hesitates a bit, wobbling on the heels of his feet, then rocks back down to earth at last. “You can come in, you know. If you want to.”

The sentence sort of makes Nico sick. There was a time when he wouldn’t have had to offer such a thing at all. The invitation would have gone without question. Nico thinks he lived half of his childhood at Lewis’ place instead of his, in hotel rooms and bedrooms and streets behind houses. The other half Lewis was at Nico’s. The thought that at some point they would be grown and staring at each other, having to wait for a formal question to share each other’s space, is nothing short of horrific.

Still, it’s better than they’ve been for a long time. Nico can still feel Lewis’ gaze washing over him again and again, taking in the details. They’re older, both of them, but not beyond the urge to stare. He can feel the weight of it on his throat, heavy like a chain, and it robs him a little of his faux confidence.

Nico nods once, the movement jerky and unsteady. “Alright,” he says, smiles, loosens his collar, and follows Lewis in.

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car1no-xx · 1 year

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Pedri fluff where the reader is a player for Real Madrid womens team? 😈

Amor Fati (Pedri x RM fem!reader)

On a weekend trip to Madrid, Pedri runs into someone he rather wouldn't. Little did you two know fate had other plans.

Warnings: none

A/N: Hi beautiful anon, thank you for the request! I made this into a little enemies-to-lovers thing, hope you don't mind. Just a reminder my requests are open, and to submit any requests you'd like before I start studying for final exams for the next 3-ish weeks yuck

The morning was gloomy and foggy, much to your dismay. You loathed training in this weather, preferring the sun to keep your energy up and keep you motivated during the long hours of practice. It was a Friday, and to lighten your mood given the abysmal weather, you decided to treat yourself to a cappuccino before practice, hoping it would get you through the next few hours before the weekend officially commenced. You didn't mind showing up to the coffee shop in your training uniform - the baristas knew who you were, and so did the regular customers. You were grateful to them for never asking for your signature or pictures, especially in the mornings when you were still groggy, the bags under your eyes much too dark for your liking.

You grabbed a seat by the window, looking outside at the lush trees that decorated the Madrid streets. You mindlessly touched the embroidered badge on your jacket; you couldn't believe this was your life. A fan of Los Blancos since you were ten, you jumped through hoops and hurdles to get to the women's team. Being a woman in football was already hard enough - to play for Madrid, even harder. Then, a rough voice interrupted your daydreaming. "Sí, con leche, porfa." Yes, with milk, please. What was that accent? Definitely not from Madrid, you thought to yourself.

"Didn't expect to find you here," the voice said to you. You turned your head, your eyes going dark with the realization of who was standing in front of you. La madre que me parió, you quietly cursed to yourself. The mother who bore me.

Pedri. Barca's gifted, almost coddled midfielder. If your eyes could roll any farther back in your head, they'd likely fall out. Couldn't you just drink your coffee in peace? The thought of speaking to anyone, not to mention Madrid's rival, soured your mood even more.

"I literally live here. The question is what you are doing here," you spat.

You couldn't deny he was objectively attractive - his neatly trimmed eyebrows complimenting his almost raven-colored dark hair. His dark brown eyes that had a little sparkle in them when he spoke. One problem: you knew he hated you. Found you arrogant, too smart-mouthed for your own good. The feeling was mutual.

"Oh, you live here, in the coffee shop?" He was mocking you. "I'm here for the weekend, for no reason in particular but wanted to see how this precious city of yours is faring after all those losses," he said nonchalantly, shrugging.

That cappuccino you held in your hand was about three seconds away from landing on the hair he probably spent hours carefully combing this morning. Incorrigible prick, you thought to yourself. "If you expect me to fall over my chair laughing, you're sorely mistaken," you said, waving a dismissive hand towards him, hoping he'd get the message. Instead, he pulled up a wooden chair and sat across from you.

Would it really be a waste of my four euros if this coffee ended up on his head right now?

"I don't expect anything from you. Well, actually, maybe just a bit more pep in your voice. Thought you'd be happy to see me, bonita," he smirked. "We had fun at that party, didn't we?" That party. The one where you drunkenly ended up making out with Pedri for a total of twenty seconds a year and a half ago, only to quickly leave without saying anything else to him. It meant nothing. Less than nothing.

"That was fun for you? That was just me drunkenly making stupid decisions."

"Nevertheless," he winked.

"Don't flatter yourself. I don't doubt you took another lady friend home that night."

"Jealous?" That smirk, you thought. Slapping him would definitely take that smirk off his face, but you weren't keen on being charged with battery today.

"Enjoy Madrid," you said, rolling your eyes. And with that, you got up and left the coffee shop.

"What do you mean I'm still out for the next game?" You quietly raged at your coach the next day. Friday sucked, running into Pedri and all. Today was apparently even suckier.

"I'm sorry, y/n, but the physiotherapist still thinks you need time to recuperate."

One month you were out with a knee injury. One month too long. You understood it was normal for athletes to succumb to injuries now and then, especially with the demanding pressure put on your bodies, yet you couldn't help but feel terrible and utterly useless. More than anything, you wanted to play - even being benched was borderline an insult to you, your competitive nature always coming through and wanting to deliver your best with every match, every practice.

"I'm ready to play. I've been finishing the full practices, doing my exercises regularly. I'm ready," you said through gritted teeth, trying to keep your tears from seeping out. Don't let them see you cry. Don't show them any signs of weakness. No one wants a weepy player on their team with no bite, you thought to yourself. Perhaps a not-too-healthy way of thinking, but you knew the cutthroat nature of this sport, the constant comparing of female football players to the male ones. Miraculously, you managed to keep your forming tears at bay.

"I'm almost certain you will be ready to play the next game," your coach explained. Slowly nodding, you walked off the training pitch. If you were a cartoon character, you were sure steam would be coming out of your ears.

That night, you wanted to let loose, to drink away your anger and sadness. You told yourself a trip to the local bar with your girlfriends wasn't a bad idea, and so off you went. Despite your foul mood, you put on a navy blue high neck silk dress and strappy heels. The cut-outs on the side of the dress made your toned abs peek through. You felt confident, felt unstoppable.

Strutting up to the bar, you ordered tequila for yourself and your friends, looking forward to letting the alcohol take your mind someplace else other than the fact that you still couldn't play. Then, a light tap on your shoulder.

"Didn't think someone so cold could look so...inviting," the voice said close to the shell of your ear. Pedri. It was almost alarming how you managed to recognize his voice so quickly. You tried to ignore the tiny little butterflies his voice so close to you made you feel, how your stomach felt the same a year and a half ago when he kissed you in a drunken state. Feeling butterflies towards a Barcelona player? And such a cocky, smug one at that? Blasphemy.

"Pedri, por favor. Are you resorting to stalking me now?" You snarled.

"Bold of you to think you'd even be worth my time," he retorted. "Just funny how we keep bumping into each other, no? Fate trying to tell us something? Although fate doesn't know I'd never be with someone with that much arrogance."

"I'm the arrogant one? Please - you make some goals here and there and suddenly you're Barcelona's shining star and now you think you're God's greatest gift to mankind. Do me a favor, Pedri, eh? Go hit on someone else," you said as you turned around, pushing him away from you and wandering off back to your friends.

A shot of tequila in one hand, your friend's hand in the other, you stormed to the dance floor to try and salvage the night and your mood. Yet, you couldn't help but feel that Pedri's eyes were glued on you as you started moving on the dance floor, the alcohol overtaking your body. Although instead of dulling your emotions, the alcohol and music only heightened them. You started thinking - no, overthinking - about your work, your health, everything, on the dance floor. "I need some air," you called out to your friend.

Sitting on the sidewalk outside of the bar, your emotions started to overtake you. You couldn't hold back your tears, and yet you didn't fully understand why.

"Pasa algo?" Did something happen?

You didn't need a second glance to know who was speaking. You only shook your head. Pedri sat down next to you on the sidewalk, silent, and handed you a napkin he had in his pocket. Then, "Ordinarily, I'd say something to rile you up. But I don't like seeing anyone like this."

You were a bit shocked at his cordiality. "It's fine, don't worry about it."

He paused, then slowly moved his right hand to lightly rest on yours. His touch was soft, gentle. You hardly expected it from him, given your constant bickering and slight animosity anytime you saw each other, save for the one takeout session. You turned your face to look at him, and instead of the usual mockery in his brown eyes, you saw...was it understanding? Yearning? Empathy? You couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"It's obviously something if you're on the sidewalk crying. Dime." Tell me.

"I just...sometimes I don't know why I play. What I do this for. This goddamned injury, it just makes me feel so useless, so helpless," you sighed, your fingers running through your hair. He nodded.

He chose his words carefully before proceeding. "I know the feeling. The uselessness, the anger, the eagerness to get back on the pitch. But maybe these things happen for a reason. To make us...stronger? Although I know it doesn't feel like it now." He paused, then said, "If you need someone to talk to-"

"I'm surprised at your offer, given that you've made it clear that you hate me."

A faint smile tugged at his lips. He gently rested his hand on your knee and looked into your eyes. It felt like a lifetime before he said, "Maybe I don't hate you, after all. Maybe I've enjoyed our banter, but really all I've wanted to do was kiss you again. And I haven't admitted it to myself until now." His hand carefully moved from your knee, gently cupping your face, seeking your approval. For the first time, you didn't want to swat his hand away. Carefully, you leaned in and kissed him, your lips softly meeting each other before deepening the kiss just a bit.

As you slowly pulled away, you said, "You know, instead of sassy remarks, you could just ask me out."

"You've got yourself a deal," he smiled as he put his arm around you and pulled you in, your head resting on his shoulder.

You weren't sure how long the two of you stayed like that. You thought to yourself that maybe coincidentally running into each other wasn't too bad. And that maybe, just maybe, fate wasn't such a bad thing, either, after all.

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desswright29 · 1 year

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You Make Me Wanna

Shame Pt. 4

Chapter Summary: You ever got cheated on and the person that cheated start being extra mean. Yea.

A/N: This has been a crazy week, and it’s my birthday weekend and I’m going to Ramla Ali’s fight tomorrow in Nola, so I wanted to get this out for y’all. I hope you guys enjoy it. And fingers crossed Tish is there. But I’m fine just knowing she’s been near Ramla. Yuh. I’m down extraordinarily bad lol. Anyway! We lit!! Enjoy the story. @bbbbbbrilliantly This ones for you! Forgive any mistakes this was very rushed.

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Eve stood in front of you. Dark skin glistening wearing a beige cropped bustier top, and matching cargo pants. Hair in neat Fulani braids. She added a pop of color with an orange strappy heal and orange bag strapped across her body. She was STUNNING.

“Uh-um. EVE! r-right? Hello I’m Y/n.” You say holding out your clammy palm for a shake. Saying Eve’s name with emphasis praying the name lands on Shuri’s ears, while you bought time.

“Shhhii- ” you could hear Shuri whisper in the background, not finishing before the soft sound of clumsy shuffling came from behind you, as Shuri ran to try and fix her self. ‘God please don’t let her hear that shit.’ You cursed inside at Shuri’s clumsiness. She’s supposed to be a stealthy panther person for Christ sake!

Eve looks you up and down taking in your appearance, before landing on your outstretched hand staring at it like it contained the plague. You slowly lowered your hand realizing she was uninterested in taking it. You stood there with the most inviting face you could muster under the circumstances.

“Hm, your shirts buttoned wrong, and I believe the strings to those pants belong in the front. I would know since they’re my girlfriends pajamas” Eve’s eyes settled on the name embroidered right above the erect nipple that Shuri had just had her mouth attached to moments earlier. Eve’s eyes finally reached yours, head cocking to the side, one eyebrow raised, as she peered at you with a domineering grimace.

This was escalating quickly.

“Uh she-“

BANG!

“Mka!” The sound of Shuri’s voice came from inside the room.

“SHURI!!” Eve yells stepping up to you, eyes piercing into yours, Catching you off guard as she brought her hand up to the door that you held ajar only to the width of your body. She pushed it open with force. Bumping into you as she charged past you into the apartment.

You stood in the doorway. Neck jerking back and eyes furrowing as your hands drop to your side. Stuck. Trying to figure out if this bitch really just touched you?

Turning around choosing to give her the benefit of the doubt, (since you did just cum on her girlfriends thigh), you saw her standing in the center of the room. Eyes trained on Shuri who stood leaning against the small island, rubbing her hip bone, but completely put together like nothing had happened. Thanking Bast for the long jacket that covered the absolute creamy mess you’d made on her black pants.

“Sthandwa! I thought I heard your voice. Got a bit excited and ran into the island.” Shuri said tapping the marble for emphasis.

“I wasn’t notified that you would be arriving my love.” She continued, walking over with a smile to embrace her. She’s a little to good at this, you think as you stood by and watched how this would play out.

Eve’s eyes ever so perceptive, traveled about the room as she stepped into Shuri’s embrace. “That’s because I asked that you not be…….Surprise.” She says, dripping with sarcasm, stepping out of the embrace, and locking eyes with Shuri for only a moment to show that they still held suspicion. Those beautiful dark eyes continued traveling about the room.

Soft music playing. CLOCKED

Food on the stove. CLOCKED

Candle burning on the table next to the couch. CLOCKED

Two wine glasses on the table of the balcony. One empty. One with 1 to 2 swallows left. And a guitar? CLOCKED

Bed neatly made. Fresh dent in the couch. CLOCKED

“Mighty cozy set up you two got here”

Shuri stepped up quickly.

“My love, no need to be uptight. Eve. Y/n. Y/n. Eve.” She introduces as you give a tense smile while Eve mugs you.

“I just came by to check on our guest. She’d made Oxtail and jollof. You know I couldn’t resist food and a bit of nerd talk. She is a friend, a fellow scientist and has helped Wakanda tremendously in your absence. As for the set up, I guess Y/n romanticizes her alone time. The alone time in which I’d rudely interrupted.”

Shuri looked at you with a smirk playing on her lips and a slight glimmer in her eyes. ‘Oh nah! She was prolific at this shit!’. She kept a cool head. She hadn’t lied, just left out the important parts. And it looked as though she was…. Enjoying this.

“We should leave her to continue her night. I am excited you are hear my love. We’ve got lots to talk about.” Shuri said grabbing Eve’s hand, looking directly into her eyes.

“Y/n, thank you for the delicious dinner. We should do this again sometime.” She said as she walked past you. Discreet and fast, she lifted her hand gently cupping your breast, rubbing her thumb across the sensitive bud underneath the fabric. Causing your eyes to bulge and your breathe to hitch.

“It was fun.” She looked at you, eyes low, bottom lip becoming trapped between her teeth, and then slowly released as she looked at the after math of the work she’d just put in.

You looked at Shuri speechless. As she took her exit with her girlfriend, who was sending you a death glare over her shoulder. Something had changed. And it felt dangerous.

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The walk back to Shuri’s Quaters was silent. Both Eve and Shuri’s minds in overdrive. Shuri walked into the room first holding the door open for Eve and closing it behind her. She immediately started to make her way to the bathroom.

“You think I’m a dummy?” Eve states. Standing in the center of the room.

Shuri Chuckles, stopping in her tracks “Here we go.. Quite the contrary my dear.” She turns looking to face Eve. “You disappear for two days and pop up at the room of my scientist obviously looking for a fight. Why? Might I ask?”

She was fully aware as to why.

“You’re full of shit Shuri”

“I’m not doing this”

“We are doing this”

“I just want to take a shower”

“Why the rush to shower? And alone? You’ve been asking for me to get here for weeks, I’m here love. Where’s the welcome?”

“EXACTLY!!“ Shuri yells stepping into Eves space” For weeks I’ve been asking you to be here with me, and for weeks you couldn’t make it. Two days ago you didn’t know if you’d be here and now surprise sur-fucking-prise.. here you stand. Why Eve?”

Eve gives a slow clap, and sarcastic laugh; stepping back creating distance. “ OH! Braaaavooo Shuri! You’re doing a great damn job turning this shit around on me! You were oh so mature about me not being here last time we spoke. Now it’s a bother again! Fuck that! I got your little “Just because” flowers after that weird ass phone conversation. I knew something was up as soon as we got off of that call, but the flowers solidified it.”

Shuri scoffed “Only you would take an act of kindness and make something wrong with it.”

“ Oh no baby, hold that guilt trip. I got more for that ass!”

Shuri rolls her eyes up to the ceiling, bringing her hand up to scratch at her undercut as Eve continued.

“So imagine my surprise and delight.. when my girls start sending me videos of you and ‘your scientist’ as you so intimately put it, damn near scissoring in the middle of the FUCKING MARKET!” Eve finished picking up a book off the chase in front of the bed and throwing it at Shuri.

She caught it with expertise. Those panther powers coming in handy. Eve glares at Shuri fuming, disturbed to see a pissed off smirk on Shuri’s lips. As she nodded to herself.

“So that’s why you’re here now? A fucking dance?” She says calmly

“Shuri don’t piss me off! Next you’re gonna tell me that was your plan.”

Shuri took a moment to think before speaking again. Tongue slowly grazing her top row of teeth before she spoke.

“No, that was not my plan. I’d hopped you didn’t see it” She stalked towards Eve closing the distance. “ But, since you did.. It would suck to see someone take your place …wouldn’t it.” She says eyes never leaving Eve’s own. Shuri cocked her head to the side a smug look on her face.

Taken aback Eve’s eyes widen.

“Listen closely my love, things here are different.” Shuri walks a circle around Eve as though she’s stalking her prey.

“I’m different….She was here and you my dear out right refused to be here.”

“That’s not tr-“

Shuri tsk’d twice. Rounding Eve until they were once again face to face. She placed a finger to Eve’s pretty mouth. Continuing to speak in a stoic calm.

“I’m not done baby girl.” She removed her finger.

“I asked you countless times to be here. Did I not? Don’t bother answering Sthandwa, It was retorical.“ She smiled, and Eve’s heart rate increased at the darkness taking over Shuri’s eyes.

“You made your choice to stay away as I struggled. Left room for another woman to take care of me. And boy does she do a damn good job…” She giggled bringing her thumb up to swipe against her bottom lip, reminiscing on the kisses she’d shared with you.

“Was it really the dance that brought you? Or did you spend those 2 days in envy of the fact that her beauty rivals yours, my sweet beautiful Eve? Or was it the way that little waist and plump ass of hers fit so perfectly against me? Hm? I’m guessing all of the above. Right? No one could ever compete with the beautiful Eve… That is until now.”

Shuri stepped back and watched as Eve’s chest rose up and down heavily, as she was seething with anger. She decided this was a great time to drive her point home.

“Masenze ukuqonda(Let’s get an understanding). Had you have caught me with my head between her legs, what would you have done? Leave? Just hand over your chance to claim partnership with the Queen?”

Shuri snickers.

“ You wouldn’t dare. You’re here for the power. For my name….Right. With that being said, you have no room here to come barging in causing a scene and making demands. You are lucky that you can still stand in my presence. And if my presence is something that you will continue to pursue…” Shuri reached out and grabbed Eve’s jaw pulling her in closer.

“Uya kuyazi indawo yakho (You will know your place)” She drew her face in, and placed a rough kiss on her lips, before pulling away sharply, and making her dissent into the bathroom.

“I will take my shower now. If you are here when I return. I’ll take it that you agree to my terms.”

Eve stood breathless still in the center of the room, as the bathroom door closed. What the fuck just happened?

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“OOP! SHURI! Wtf!” you say, as you find yourself being hoisted into the air and over her shoulder. You had woken up the next morning, disoriented from the days prior events, but wearily headed to your position of overseeing the lab, when you were suddenly rushed by Shuri.

She ran up the steps to her office at lightening speed with you in tow.

Once she reaches the office she turns to lock the door. She moves over to the desk and places you gently onto it before trapping you into a dizzying kiss. Almost casting a spell of forgetfulness over you. Almost.

You break the kiss, earning a displeased grunt from Shuri.

“Shuri.. was I dreaming? Did your girlfriend not show up at my door last night?”

Shuri shrugged, with a look of irritation on her face, shaking her head as if she didn’t get where you were coming from.

“Yes she did.”

You stood pushing her back.

“Did almost getting caught once not do it for you!? What are you doing!?” You ask bewildered at Shuri’s boldness.

You were met with a blinding smile from Shuri. She backed away from you throwing her hands in the air while begining a dramatic pace around the room.

“Yoooou! Y/n. You, you, you!”

You looked at her like the insane person she looked like while waiting for her to continue.

“ I can do this with YOU!” She laughed locking eyes with you. “I don’t know what you did to me last night, but something clicked for me zithandwa zam (my beloved). I feel like I can rule the world with you by my side! There’s so many peices to you, so much we could accomplish with one another. You’ve .. you’ve

wayithimba intliziyo yam (captured my heart).”

She walked up to you cupping your face with both hands.

“You are ukuthakatha intliziyo yam, (kiss), kunqandwa(kiss), obumangalisayo (kiss), eziphambili(kiss).”

(Bewitching my heart, arresting, exquisite, elegant)

You were perplexed to say the least. You had no idea what she was saying. But by her body language, and the inflections in her voice you knew she was passionate about it. It made you’re eyes glass over and your body tremble. You wanted nothing more than to be hers.

“W-what does all this mean Shuri. I-I’m confused.” You spoke only a little above a whisper.

“It means I want you to be mine Y/n”

“H-how? I mean, does this mean you and Eve are no longer together? Did she figure it out? This is a lot right now. Everything is moving so fast! I mean of course I’ll be yours! I want that more than anything Shuri! But, so soon after your break up what will people thi-“ You spoke fast as you began pacing.

“There was no break up.” You froze. Eyes shooting up to meet hers.

“Then why is this conversation being had?”

“ Because it is relevant my love, I want you to be mine, but I cannot leave Eve.”

Your face dropped.

“What” You breathe making it sound more like an exhale, taking a step back.

“ I love Eve, I don’t intend to leave her”

“I-I are you serious? Where is this going Shuri, ‘cause I’m not understanding?”

“Y/n you are not dense, you know what I am asking. You are the entire package. Beauty, brains, and talent. We would be so powerful together. I want to give you all of me but I don’t want to hurt her. We’ve known each other since we were young.”

“Wait” you began to laugh, it started off slow until it became damn near manic. Shuri stood straight her face remaining stoic.

“S-so you’re asking me to be with you as some glorified side chick? A concubine?”

An incredulous look took over your face as Shuri remains steadfast.

“No” You simply say as you head for the door.

Shuri reaches out to grab your arm and you pull back harshly.

“NO SHURI! Hear I am falling for you, trying to keep it in, knowing you have someone else, a-and then last night happened! I couldn’t control myself, only to immediately be left hurt and confused. Then you come here, get my hopes up only to crush them again! I don’t want to share you Shuri! I want you to myself! And you’re here telling me I wouldn’t be enough for you on my own?” Tears start to fall from your eyes.

She walks up and wraps her arm around your waist, bringing her other hand up to wipe at your tears.

“ That is not in the least what I meant Y/n. You are everything. You’d be more than enough with it just being me and you. I-I just can’t leave her now.”

You try to wiggle out of her grasp.

“Shuri let me go!”

She drops her arms.

“You call me when you can. I’m going home.”

“Nononono! Wait! I need you here!”

“ I could care less about what you need as of now Shuri”

You walk out of her office, tears cascading down your face. As she called after you.

“It was not my intent to hurt you. I don’t want to loose you” She said with a glint of fear in her eyes.

“You never had me.”

She froze as you look her dead in the eyes. You two were so focused on one another, that you couldn’t feel the eyes of everyone in the lab staring at you both as you stood at the top of the stairs.

You turned to descend down the stairs, noticing Okoye, Aneka, and Eve standing there as everyone gawked at the drama unfolding in front of them. You walked over to the group.

“Okoye, can you please arrange transport for me. I will be leaving as soon as you can get it set up for me. Thank you.”

You turn to look at Eve.

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m out of your hair.”

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You left Wakanda that day. Shuri stood in the hanger and watched you leave, not knowing what other approach to take. All she knew is she felt her heart clenching at the thought of really loosing you.

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A/N: Not Shuri sprung off some dry humping. Chile lol. I hope you guys enjoyed. The next chapter will deal with what’s going on in the present.

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Day 19! @maribat-calendar-events has done such a good job with these prompts, I've really enjoyed writing these ❤️ today is Glitter

The inhabitants of Wayne Manor were up late. It wasn't that unusual an occurrence but the reason was out of the ordinary. Marinette had insisted that everyone be available to look over the clothes she had made for the gala that weekend.

They had all gathered in a lesser used drawing room, even Damian who had always scorned the idea of getting new clothes for a gala unless he had outgrown his previous suit. Most were doubly surprised because they hadn't seen him go to Marinette for measurements when she had specified that she needed them.

There was a clothing rack laden down with suit and dress bags, each with a name embroidered onto it. The first one in the row was Tim's and he gave an excited squeal when she pulled it down to show it to him.

“Okay, so I couldn't go full Jagged for any of you, because he would be so upset if I let anyone borrow his look,” Marinette said, bringing the suit over to Tim. “But I did give a slight nod to it, since you're all such big fans. So, for you Tim, I've gone with a dark navy suit and the lining has little purple guitars.”

Pulling out the outfits one at a time, she highlighted individual aspects to each of them until she pulled the next off the rack and revealed Steph's behind it. With a squeal, Steph jumped forward and pulled the bag from the rack.

“Wait, Steph, don't-” Marinette was too late. Steph had opened the dress bag with her name on it and an explosion of glitter rained down upon the ground. She sighed, smiling apologetically at Alfred who looked stunned. “As I was saying, your bag needs to be in a separate room before we open it. Sorry Mister Alfred, I'll get this cleaned up once we're finished.”

“It's perfect,” Steph said in awe, eyes shining with glee. She was slightly more careful moving it as Marinette explained that, because she wanted maximum glitter, she had used a shimmery thread but also added extra in between layers of sheer fabric.

“It's also made of biodegradable fabric and glitter, so when you're done with it it's not going to have as big of an environmental impact,” she concluded, before moving on to the remaining outfits.

When they reached the last two bags, Marinette proudly pulled out Damian's new suit. It was an ink bottle green colour with a pastel pink lining and pocket square. They looked stunning together, and everyone voiced approval, although they eyed Damian nervously.

“And this one is mine,” she said, pulling out a dress with a camisole bodice and skater skirt. It was the same pastel pink as Damian's pocket square and had an ink bottle green sash around the waist. There was also a shrug in the same green and most of the family side-eyed the two obviously matching outfits.

“Um, Marinette,” Tim said hesitantly, frowning at what was likely a faux-pas. She looked at him expectantly, head cocked gently to the side and he swallowed before continuing. “I don't know if you know this, but you don't generally colour match with someone at a gala unless you- unless you're there as a couple.”

There was a pause before Marinette said, “You think there's an aspect of fashion that I'm not privy to? Especially such a well-known aspect? Tim, I come from Paris, the most iconic fashion city in the world. I know what it means to colour match and I'm using it correctly.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Eyes swiveled from Marinette, to Damian, to Tim and back again. It was broken when Jason let out a cackling laugh, bending over double as he wheezed and pointed at Tim's horrified face.

“I…told…you. I…told…you!” He was saying, eyes streaming. Marinette made a concerned sound but he waved her away, still laughing. Damian made an annoyed noise but merely moved to stand with Marinette. It took several minutes for the large man to calm himself but he eventually straightened and wiped his eyes. “Aw man, I told you he was at least trying to date her, but you just wouldn't listen!”

“But…what…when? How is this even happening?” Tim cried, staring at Marinette in horror. She blushed delicately and Damian scowled at Tim from her shoulder. “No, wait, that- a little help here,” he said, looking around the room imploringly.

“You're dating?” Dick said, excitement obvious in his voice. Marinette smiled at him, nodding and leaning back into Damian. Dick bounded over to them, pulling them both into a hug and just about holding back a squeal.

“Tt, this is why we did not tell you immediately,” Damian grumbled, resting his head on top of Marinette's. “I have been courting Marinette since she visited the first time. We decided that we would inform you before the gala so that it is not a surprise when we attend together.”

The room erupted as everyone asked questions, except for Tim who just stared blankly at the pair.

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Chapter III - Narrows

April 10, 2023 NARROWS, 8:30 p.m.

Strangely enough, Gotham Academy was quiet for me; Wayne's presence deflected the hateful glances at me and replaced them with admiring looks at him. Today, school finished at lunchtime, so I took the opportunity to tidy up my room while I was at home. I arrived at Narrows at around eight o'clock and I'm hiding my bike behind a large garbage can as I climb the outside stairs of the building, carrying a training rucksack.

- For a moment, I thought you weren't coming - I hear a familiar voice.

- I said I'd help you with this, and I keep my word, Bao,” I replied with a smile on my face. Bao Pham is a friend I met by chance; he's a year older, seventeen, with a strange haircut that's sparse with an X drawn in it, and kind brown eyes. I bent down and opened the bag, revealing the uniform: a black long-sleeved shirt with shoulder straps and patches, black pants with pockets, a belt with equipment holders, black boots, black gloves with protection, and a sleeveless jacket with a symbol embroidered on the back - a skull with a jester's hat, referring to a clown - and, of course, the helmet with glasses and a red mohawk. - The costume looks like fabric, but has the protection of a bulletproof vest. I've also connected Nix to your helmet; she'll give you instructions when I'm not online.

Bao picked up the bag and smiled. He knew that what he really wanted was exactly what all of Gotham wanted: the Joker's death. But that's not something he can achieve overnight.

- Well, Jae will train you in taekwondo and hapkido in the afternoons, but you'll have to work at the gym at the weekend,” I said, shoving my hands into my sweatshirt pockets. - Nix will be your eyes and ears while I'm offline.

- Thanks for helping me out,” he said with a smile.

I pursed my lips slightly. - Just try not to get punched by one of the bats - I waved my hand and turned around, climbing down from the roof and leaving the boy behind. I jumped down the last few steps, grabbed my bike and hurried out of there.

Gotham isn't the best place during the day, but it's even worse at night. Not that I needed to worry about that, but I was going to listen to two hours of lectures about how dangerous it is for a girl to walk around Gotham alone. Not that I was helpless, but it was cute how concerned they were.

I pedaled quickly and stopped when I reached a descent. It wasn't yet nine o'clock, but the streets of Gotham were strangely quiet. A car was approaching, so I left the middle of the street and went close to the gutter. It was a black car with dark windows that didn't allow me to see who was inside. The vehicle slowed down as it approached me, which was strange. I watched intently as the car braked.

The car door opened, revealing four fully hooded and armed men. My heart raced and I got off my bike, throwing myself into the alley just as they opened fire.

What a great way to start the week.

I picked up the lid of the garbage can and threw it like a frisbee, hitting the shortest of them right in the face. His companions opened fire again. I ducked down and pushed myself backwards, glancing quickly down the alley and seeing an iron pipe, a barrel, next to the garbage can. That might do.

The shooting stopped and I watched as they quickly changed the cartridges in their guns. I advanced towards the taller man, who had a look of frustration on his face. With an agile spin, I dodged a punch and disarmed him with a swift side kick, followed by a direct punch to the stomach. He staggered backwards, the gun falling from his hand. The second man pointed the gun in my direction. I raised the barrel and hit the gun as if I were hitting a ball, causing it to fall with precision. I executed a front kick directly into his chest, forcing him to fall backwards. The last man came up, trying to gain an advantage with his size. I ducked, making his arms go around nothing, put one hand on the ground and propelled my leg upwards as I spun on my own axis, landing a kick to his chin.

I fixed my glasses, which were slipping off my face, and took a deep breath, watching the man hold his chin tightly. I heard a gun being cocked and turned completely around, seeing the first man I knocked down pointing a submachine gun in my direction. I was about to throw myself to one side when the man simply went down, with someone on top of him.

- Didn't they tell you it's dangerous to walk around Gotham at this hour? - a gruff voice said.

- In case you haven't noticed, I've managed very well here, Robin - I arched an eyebrow as I watched him approach.

His hood was on. He had changed his uniform, which was now predominantly black with red details. Inside the cape, the interior was yellow.

- Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going home. Good riddance to you, wonder boy,” I said, picking up my bike from the floor.

- I'll come with you.

- You'll what?

- I'll walk with you. It's dangerous walking around, especially since you seem to be a magnet for danger - he said with his arms crossed and a little smile.

Son of a bitch.

- Do what you want - so I started pushing the bike after seeing the flat tire.

DAMIAN WAYNE

Pyra Knox Dent, 16 and Two-Face's half-sister. Her mother is a renowned archaeologist who had an abusive relationship with Jon Dent and is now married to a Gotham doctor who has three children. But Pyra is a strange person; she clearly knows how to protect herself, but why doesn't she react to the abuse at school?

She actually tried to kill her father when she was nine and disappeared for a while. Apparently, she was committed to a reform school, but there are no records, which is suspicious. She lived for a while in Center City with her mother and competed for the city in figure skating. Her bat-computer files stop there.

I watched her back. The girl never looked back. The sweatshirt was too big for her, hiding the curves of her body; she was wearing sweatpants and sneakers. Her red hair was loose and set after the fight. I vaguely saw a tattoo on her wrist, a number.

I drew my eyebrows together. She knows how to fight, she has a vague and strangely clean record, and she knows how to observe her surroundings. Clearly, she's been trained.

- Where did she learn to fight? - I asked.

- From my brothers,” she replied without looking back.

A half-truth; she learned from someone else, but left it out.

Interesting.

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lou-struck · 1 year

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Solomon x reader

Prompt: Solomon + 🎂 + cooking

~ Solomon is in the mood to make something, you just hope that this time it will yield different results in the kitchen

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the masterlist on my welcome page.

*reposting because tags are mean.

A cold wind nips at your skin as you walk over to Purgatory Hall. Luke and Simeon are spending their weekend in the celestial realm, so he has the place to himself and must be feeling a bit lonely. In your arms are a stack of books for Solomon that Satan had asked you to bring over with you. You agreed since you were planning on heading over there to see what the white-haired sorcerer is up to.

With only Solomon in the house, you take it upon yourself to let yourself in, not wanting to be standing in the cold any longer. As soon as you step inside the Hall, its welcoming warmth wipes away the chill from your cheeks. Setting the books down on one of the long tables in the entryway, you look around, wondering where Solomon is.

The house is fairly quiet. But you hear a shuffling sound coming from down the kitchen. Of course, Solomon needs to eat just like any other living thing, but the idea of him being in the kitchen possibly cooking makes you sick to your stomach.

Curiously, you make your way over to the noise, hoping to stop what one may call a catastrophe.

The kitchen is remarkably clean as you step inside of it. The only sign of activity is the cooking sheets and baking ingredients on the countertop. Taking a deep breath and the faint smell of Luke's baking from the prior week settles that odd feeling in your gut.

"Hello, MC. I wasn't expecting you so early. "Solomon says, coming from the pantry. A bag of flour in his arms.

"Yeah, I didn't have much to do today, so I figured I'd come and see you sooner." You smile.

"I'm glad to hear it; I always am looking forward to spending time with you. "He says, placing the bag down on the kitchen island.

Despite his flustering words, you can't shake that feeling you had earlier. "Sol? Are you cooking?" you ask wearily, remembering the last time the sorcerer had tried to make you a meal.

He looks uncharacteristically embarrassed at the array of ingredients around him. "not exactly, "he says. "The other day, Luke made these little blood strawberry mousse cakes. They were so good I ended up eating all of them myself. So I wanted to try and make some more before he got back. "

"So you're going to try baking?" you say, trying your best to sound supportive. But with Solomon, he can't really make anything edible.

"Baking is more mathematical than cooking is," he begins, his dark eyes twinkling with passion and enthusiasm as he speaks. "It's all about getting the right chemical reactions from the ingredients in order to make something taste good. So they should turn out delicious."

Does Solomon's bad luck only apply to cooking?

"I see," you nod, wondering if it's true. "Then we can bake together."

"That sounds perfect; then we can make as many as we want, so you can bring some home with you." He says, pulling out some aprons; you take one with an embroidered pink sheep on the bottom and loop it around your neck.

"This apron is really cute," you smile, toying with the tie around the back. "Where did you guys find it?"

He laughs. "It looks familiar, doesn't it? Luke saw it at Majolish the other day and thought you'd like to wear it when you came over to bake with him.

"Well, I love it," you say, still struggling with the knot.

"Here, let me get that for you." he offers, coming up behind you and tying the tie around your waist. You become all too aware of his presence as his lips brush lightly against your cheek.

"T-thank you." you stammer as he gives you a Cheshire grin.

"For what, tying the apron or kissing you."

The butterflies are going wild in your stomach as you manage to mumble out, "Both."

He shakes his head and walks around to face you. "That wasn't a real kiss," he smirks, tilting up your chin with a finger. "Let me give you a real one."

You giggle as he envelops your lips with his own, already enjoying how your afternoon is turning out.

Solomon seems less prone to experimentation when it comes to baking. Is it possible that this time the two of you will yield different results in the kitchen?

Since you have decided to quadruple the recipes, the two of you are making separate batches. Everything seems to be going great until he dips a playful finger into your bowl.

"That's strange," he mumbles, tasting the batter, "Yours taste much sweeter than mine.

You cock your head to the side. "Why would they?" you ask, trying a bit of his batter. "The foul taste of salt invades your senses, and you can't help but gag from the horrid taste. "Salt?"

"Oh, my mistakes." he sighs, tasting his batter again, seemingly unphased by the overwhelmingly salty taste, "I must have added salt instead of sugar."

You run the sink and pour yourself a large glass of water, downing the whole thing in a single gulp to purge the taste from your pallet.

"I…Think…so…" you say at last. Not wanting to make him feel too bad about the mix-up.

"I'm sorry," he sighs, the trace of an amused smile on his lips, "how about you mix the batter, and I scoop it into the pans from now on."

You give him a playful little smile and dump the salty batter into the compost. "You've got a deal."

With you mixing the ingredients, the batter seems to be coming together just like the recipe, the distinct color of the blood strawberry puree making the batter look like globs of cotton candy.

You feel your mouth watering at the thought of the finished product.

Solomon, surprisingly is great when it comes to measuring and prepping all the ingredients you need along the way, preheating the oven, and whipping the cream to top the cakes later.

And as you watch the first batch rise in the oven, he is hard at work helping with the second one.

"Look, Sol," you say, oping the over door and removing the baking sheet with a steady hand. "They look done, all they need to do is to cool off." When you turn to place to sheet onto the counter, you see him staring at the next bowl of prepped batter. A jar of devil lilly powder in his hand. "What are you thinking about?"

He turns around, suddenly realizing he has been caught trying to experiment. "I was just wondering what would happen if I were to add the powder into the batter."

"If you did that, we wouldn't be able to eat the cake anymore." you sigh, taking the powder away from him. "Remember, humans, aren't meant to eat Devil Lillys."

"I know," he sighs, I just thought the color would change." he looks a bit guilty as he stares longingly at the delicious cakes in the oven. "But I do want to eat the cakes."

He takes your hand and smiles, "Thank you, Mc, you keep me focused. I promise that I won't try to experiment anymore in the kitchen. I'll save it for the lab."

His words make you smile, but you know this little change will only be temporary, give him a week, and he'll be back to cooking up a catastrophe. But for now, the two of you will enjoy the sweets that you made together.

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