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REQUEST from my lovely @miguelzslvtz; So I was thinking of an older!Sugar daddy Miguel x reader. The reader is working at small country club and Miguel noticed her. Sheâs serving him drinks, and taking care of him. He tells her sheâs too good to be working there and introduced the idea of being her sugar daddy (basically some arm candy). He invites her over to his mansion for a party and sheâs dressed up for himđ«¶đ» all night sheâs being looked at by other men and woman, heâs being very protective of her. He loves on her all night and makes sure sheâs taken care ofđđspoiledâš
cw; older!miguel, slight age gap (reader is in early 20s, miguel is in early 30s), cumming inside, slight breeding(not really, i just have a problem), sugardaddy!miguel, readers a little bit of a tsundere kinda, miguelâs really in love, cunnilings, shower sex, hair pulling, NAWT PROOFREAD!!
4k+ words (longest fic omg!!)
@cheonstapes; hi againâŠđ€ these hiatuses are killing me. iâve been absolutely swamped and i lost so much motivation to write but im glad to say i think iâve found my footing. i found myself again and iâll work on balancing everything from now on! i apologise for the mammoth amount of time it took me to do this (this is what i get for working chronologically) and i have not forgotten about your requests if you sent one! pyramids and project ex will still be coming but i want to make sure requests are out of the way as theyâve been there for months and itâs not fair for the lovely people whoâve waited so long. thanks again! i love you allđ©·
you loved your job, you really did.
not many people can say that genuinely, but when youâre getting the tips youâre getting, seeing the men youâre seeing, you definitely donât wanna leave anytime soon. working at such an elite club meant you were among the rich of the rich â the big shots of the city that wouldnât be caught anywhere else.
at the very least, the uniform was modest enough â obviously though, there would always be a few buttons left undone on your shirt, your skirt pulled up just that little bit higher. that window of flesh, no matter how small, was a guaranteed extra thousand in your pocket by the end of the night â and that wasnât even counting him.
mr. oâhara. thatâs all you knew him by. the man was overtly secretive, often arriving alone or occasionally with a very small group of associates. he was by far your biggest tipper. at times, you wondered if he owned the club due to the pure influence he has on your boss â somehow, much to your excitement, convincing him to bump your pay-check up by a lofty sum. the amount of money you make could send you into an early retirement, but of course you wouldnât do that. it meant you wouldnât get to learn more about him, and you needed to learn more about him.
summer was always the busiest, the great weather meaning there was more members than usual coming out to play. although, running around and serving for 9 hours a day was extremely tiring â gruelling even. there was sweat dripping down your face, your black dress feeling like a leather coat with the way it clung to you like second skin.
one last drink. you had one last drink to serve and then you could go on your break. double checking the table number, your eyes widened slightly as you saw him. mr. oâhara was not a small man by any means â the bulging muscles tucked away under his tight dress shirt, shoulders almost akin in length with the table. to put it simply, he was the epitome of sexy. you were barely at his table and you could smell him already, the masculine musk of his oud creating a musky, rose scented bubble that ensnared all your senses.
ââs that for me, sweetheart?â
yes, yes it was. but he really wanted to hear you say it. your voice was such a sweet caress to his ear â he could guarantee an angel got its wings every time you spoke. miguel usually prides himself on being in control of his emotions, his body â but having a pretty, little thing like you just within his grasp was the ultimate challenge of restraint.
the man felt absolutely helpless, his heart pounding in his chest like a hormonal teenage boy when you placed the drink in front of him. âyou know it, mr. oâhara â you order the same thing everyday.â fuck. the sip he was having was definitely becoming more than a sip the longer he held the cup to his mouth â chub twitching against the fabric of his slacks.
you were just the sweetest little thing â much more enthusiastic than the other girls that worked there. he might be just imagining it too, but he can feel deep in his heart that you dress up just for him. miguel knows you want him, and heâs more than happy to give himself to you.
âyou know me better than i know myself, dulzura. almost like youâre keeping tabs on me, hm?â
âi mean, yeah, i kinda am. itâs my job, mr. oâhara. youâre one of our most frequent regulars, itâd be crazy if i couldnât tell you your order âfore you give it to me.â
ohâŠyeah.
in miguelâs defence, itâs been a whileâŠ.a long while since he last flirted â and having an 8-year-old daughter whoâs judging your every move means thereâs not a lot of time to work on your game. but heâd be damned if he lost an angel like you, he will be yours. plus, gabi does need a woman like you in her life too.
âdo you enjoy it, though? your job, I mean â not keeping tabs on me.â
âyou probably wonât believe this, but i actually do. the payâs good, at least, and i can afford to pay my bills, uni, and still have fun. iâm kinda lucky, i guess.â
âyou wouldnât have to worry about that with me, nena.â
miguel knew he was probably breaking some sorta rule, flirting with staff or whatever â but god you were worth it. if being able to take you home meant that he would never set foot in the club again, then so be it.
âsorry, what was that, sir?â
ââŠquit your job â not in a âyouâre bad at your job wayâ â iâll take care of you. i can give you everything, anything you want.â
you couldnât say you were surprised, especially with the nature of your job â old men say stuff like this to you all the time. but, miguel wasnât any old man. as much as you loved your job, had a stable income and good connections â the thought of quitting and running away with a man like him? fuck, it was so tempting.
âalright then. i hope you live up to those words, mr. oâhara.â
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mr oâhara (sugardaddy?)
iâm throwing an event at work tonight, i want you to be there.
sent 16:42
(y.n)
hi, mr oâhara. iâd love to but i finish work at 7,i donât know if iâll be able to make it. and i donât really have anything to wear :(
sent 16:50
mr. oâhara (sugardaddy?)
donât worry about it, gorgeous. iâve already got you off work for the rest of the week, and iâve got you something nice to wear.
sent 16:50
(y.n)
oh, really? well, i guess iâll see you there then! ;)
sent 16:56
mr. sugardaddy
mmhm, i canât wait to see you, babe. and call me miguel.
sent 16:56
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miguel had promptly sent his driver to pick you up in a sleek black sports car, much to the dismay of your co-workers. a beautifully wrapped box was placed on the seat beside you, a bouquet of orchids and a small note that read âfor you, las flores mĂĄs bonitas para la chica mĂĄs guapa - mâ
it was hard to not feel a tinge if heat was rising in your face, for someone whom youâre only just getting to know to be so utterly romantic â it was a new experience! relationships had never been something you were particularly interested in, but there was no denying the allure that someone like miguel held and only time could tell how it would all play out.
arriving at his mansion, which was nothing short of jaw dropping â the halls were mostly desolate aside from the quite bustle of the staff that were preparing for tonightâs ball. an elderly woman escorts you upstairs to the master bedroom, your eyes roaming the area as you take in the grandeur of the building â aged walls paired with a modern nueva york touch.
âwhereâs mr. oâ miguel?â the woman turns to you, an indecipherable smile on her lips.
âmr. oâhara is just getting prepared for the ball. donât fret over him, heâll join you shortly.â well, it was a bit rude to invite someone over and not be there to greet them but ok! âah, i forgot to mention,â she opens the door, stepping aside to let you in. âi left you a little something on the dresser. i believe you bothâll be needing it.â the woman winks, silently closing the door behind her â leaving you alone in the large room.
god, even the room smelt like him. a musky wood and cinnamon smell, with the faintest hint of vanilla from the candle burning by the window sill. it wasnât everyday you were in the presence of such luxury, especially old money luxury. your eyes flitted over to the dresser the woman was referring to, that sneaky grandma.
a box of xl condoms, birth control, towels, all wrapped in a cute gift basket. âseriously? who does she think i am? iâm not fucking on the first date.â waitâ was this a date? it definitely felt like one, but it was hard to be 100% sure. this was too much to deal with now, all that was left to worry about was the ball and getting ready.
on the bed behind you lay a beautifully wrapped box, with a red ribbon to top it off. it fell gracefully onto the bedsheets as you unwrapped it, lifting the lid to reveal the shimmering red dress underneath. a sleeveless satin dress, fabric lined with the finest crystals, a slit raising mid thigh, lined a sheer lace. it was the definition of classy, with a hint of seduction.
putting it on felt like a crime, something so beautifully should be preserved and put into a museum. it took all of your willpower to not tuck the dress away somewhere safe and just go and get one of your own â but alas, it was a gift, the least you could do is wear it. the craziest part was how perfect it fit. practically a glove, clinging onto every curve and crevice of your body â extenuating places you never even noticed before.
smoothing out the wrinkles, making sure it was as perfect as possible â fuck, you looked hot. the colour complimented your skin exquisitely, adding a soft glow to your complexion. in the time it took you to get ready, it seemed like the party was already amping up. you could see the surge of people from the window, flashing lights and an abundance of cars being handed to the concierges. you still had yet to see miguel and what better time to look for him than now?
there was a pair of red heels that matched the dress to a T, slipping them on and bouncing down the steps. the butterflies fluttered wildly in your tummy the nearer you got to the party, joining the line of people being checked in by security. though, from the corner of your eye, you catch sight of him. standing there in all his 6â glory, curls lightly slicked back, wearing a tight button up shirt and those sexy slacks.
something about seeing miguel like this, so carefree and relaxed, set something off inside of you. even though you were supposed to be his guest, you did everything in your power to avoid his gaze â purely cause you donât think youâd be able to maintain eye contact him for longer than a few minutes without jumping his bones. but of course, fate was destinyâs whore, and soon enough you were being escorted straight into the ballroom.
âwere you avoiding me, cielo?â
a hand splayed across your waist, leading you deeper inside the hall as he whispered in your ear. it was obviously due to the fact that you probably couldnât hear him all too well because to the loud music, but the way his hands caressed your sides, his lips brushing against the lobe of your ear â it felt all too intentional.
ânoâŠi just didnât want to cut in line. i figured iâd see you when i see you.â
âis that so?â he slid a champagne flute in your hands, grabbing one of his own as he tilted his head at you â a stray curl unfurling down his forehead. âyouâre like an open book, cariño. you think i donât know whatâs going on in that pretty little head by now?â
âso youâve been studying me, hm?â now it was your turn to raise a brow, tilting your head back as you took a long sip of your champagne. it wouldnât be a huge surprise if he had been, it was kinda obvious from all the stares heâd give you and when heâd âenquireâ about you from your colleagues.
âmmm, studyingâs a strong word. i was simplyâŠobserving you. canât blame me for wanting to know someone as enchanting as you better.â
he had quite the mouth on him, didnât he? you couldnât stop the small smile that graces your lips, shaking your head in disbelief.
âyouâre so stupid, miguel.â
âif falling for you is stupid, then iâm the dumbest of them all.â
it was so bad, so bad that it was actually good. and that comment shaped the rest of your night together. considering your new arrangement, he took the liberty of introducing you to his circle of friends and their wives â conveniently leaving out that he was your new sugar daddy, but that was a story for another day. miguel revelled in the looks they all gave you, seemingly forgetting they themselves had a date nestled on their arms. he really couldnât have picked a better dress, but damn if it wasnât killing him.
you really didnât know how beautiful you were, and he so badly wanted to show you. the dim lighting was a blessing for the tent in his slacks, giving him a flimsy disguise for the arousal he felt at that moment. after more than a few drinks too, wandering hands and lingering words, it was becoming unbearable. however, scaring you off wasnât on his bucket list tonight. he didnât take this long fighting for your attention to loose you on the first date. he vowed to do everything at your pace, leaving it up to you to make the first move.
as the party wrapped up, and miguel said his goodbyes â you stood at the door, shivering from the cold air as it nipped against your bare arms. the fun you had was incomparable to any party youâve ever been to, but you thought you may have overstayed your welcome. shakily tapping on your phone with freezing fingers, ordering an uber to pick you up â
âleaving already?â
âyeah, i had a lot of fun tonight, though.â it was a genuine smile, one that spoke a million words. âthanks for inviting me, miguel.â
for a man so big he sure did move so silently. he stood behind you, gently grasping your hand in his as she looked down on you. âwhen i invited you, i didnât invite you as a mere guest â youâre more than welcome to stay as long as youâd like.â
it didnât even sound like he was simply offering, miguel was begging. you could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice â urging you to stay the night, stay with him.
âmiguel, are you sure? i donât even have anything to changeââ
âiâve already organised sleepwear for you, but you could wear something of mine if youâd like?â
that sly smirk slid its way onto his face once again, rolling your eyes as you walked past him â pulling out your phone to cancel the uber. âfine, iâll stay. i might take you up on that offer too.â
lo and behold, an array of skincare and pyjamas were set out on his bed as you entered the master bedroom once again â and to top it off, gift bags filled with designer items that youâd never thought youâd ever own. âmiguelâŠis this all for me?â
âunless i have another sugar baby, who else would it be for? âcourse itâs for you, darling â consider it aâŠâwelcomeâ gift.â
âmore like my entire tuition fee, hell. you didnât have to spend all this money on me, yâknow?â
âcariño,â you could see miguel walking up to him from the mirror in front, his arm slipping round your waist to pull you into his back. âi spend my money how i want, and i want to spend it on you. so i donât want to hear no more complaining from you, understand.â the small nod you gave earned a small grin from him, a hand smoothing up the curve of your back until it reached the shimmering zipper under your neck.
âyou look like a goddess tonight, baby. so fucking beautifulâŠâ his words were whispered softly into your neck, gentle breaths caressing your skin. as he spoke, the zipper slid lower and lower â until your dress was held together by the tips of his fingers. the cold metal of his rings brushed against your bare skin, the tips of his fingers dancing on the curve of your waist as he lets the fabric pool at your feet.
âm-miguel, iâm sweaty from all the dancing! at least let me wash up first, or something.â if you werenât sweating much then, you were definitely sweating buckets now. the heat radiating from you mixed with the heat simmering between the two of you made for a heady cocktail of unspoken desire â and you silently cursing yourself for almost breaking the number one rule: âdonât fuck on the first date.â
âwe can use my shower then, itâs large enough for the both of us.â we? oh, youâre definitely breaking that rule now. âi didnât say this was gonna be a joint effort, did i? i can wash myself, miguel.â you werenât even convincing yourself with the breathy way you spoke, the way he was caressing you, the pure adoration in his voice was something you havenât felt before. plus, this is the guy whoâs willingly paying you to simply be around him â itâs a win-win situation.
âi know you can, baby ââ letting out a deep chuckle, miguel intertwined your hands and lead you towards the bathroom â âbut itâs more fun with two, no?â the gentle pitter-patter of the waterfall shower reverberated through the silence of the room, the sound of fabric rustling followed shortly after. glancing down at your feet, miguelâs clothing was promptly discarded â your widened eyes trailing up his hefty frame.
âfucking christâŠâ
the man in front of you was nothing short of absolutely beautiful. despite spending everyday surrounded by older men, you never found yourself truly attracted to them until now â or maybe it was simply just miguel himself. âi thought you wanted to take a shower, muñeca?â oh, yeah, the shower. before you could even finish your thought, miguel was already occupying half of the space in there, leaving a small pocket for you to slide into.
the expeditious beating of your heart was muffled by the steady stream of water, but it was more than clear to miguel what you were feeling in that moment. the moment was strangely intimate, and dare i say innocent, for the predicament you found yourself in. his hands gently roamed your skin, barely making contact with any sensitive areas aside from fleeting brushes. he made a point to use his hands instead of a rag, claiming he could âclean you better than a flimsy clothâ.
it was truly getting unbearable, utterly frustrating. your subconscious and ovaries were in an intense battle of wits, when a third party made itself known in the worst way possible. you really had forgotten that miguel was as naked as you were until you felt the base of his cock slide between your ass cheeks, chest flush against his back. the slightest hitch of your already shaky breath earned another rich laugh from within him, thick fingers playing with the skin of your tummy.
âyou feeling cleaner or what? iâm more than happy to keep going if you are, baby.â
of course you wanted him to keep going! you were already as wet as is, in every way possible. âi..i think you mightâve missed a spot.â the hand on your tummy paused, his breath hitting your ear as he bent down slightly. âi did? i like to consider myself very thorough, cariño â enlighten me.â you did your best to turn with the small space you had, looking up at him with a more confident expression than the one you wore previously.
âhere.â
now it was miguelâs turn to be surprised, the tip of his finger brushing against your swollen clit before tapping against your slit. it had been so long since you had a real good fuck, and right now you were genuinely about to give this man some babies if he kept on smiling like that. âmm, looks like i did. forgive me for being so careless. iâll make sure she gets extra attention.â his words trailed off as he sunk to his knees, the gentle spray of water splattering against his face.
he tapped your ass, lifting you up with one hand as he pressed you against the cool glass, legs resting on his shoulders. his pretty lashes were dusted with droplets of water as he gazed at you from between your thighs, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin as he kneaded your skin gently. his thick tongue was enough to completely spread you open, eagerly collecting your creamy essence.
miguel was moaning like a pure slut, you would think he got more pleasure in eating you out than you did. his eyes were rolled back, hips absentmindedly bucking to the rhythm of the shower as he sucked on your clit. the position was not uncomfortable by any means, but the unadulterated pleasure you were feeling made it hard to stay upright â nails raking down the expensive marble tiles as you practically grasped for straws.
âgrab my hair, darling. i donât want you to fall.â
whilst his words were slightly muffled, the undeniable concern in his voice had you moaning embarrassingly loud. miguel was clearly strong enough to hold you up all alone, so you surrendered the grip you had on the wall to rake your trembling fingers through his hair â tugging on the curly strands.
ânngh..fuck..â
he fucking whimpered. miguel oâhara, the richest and most powerful man in this city, was shamelessly whimpering between your thighs. that was certainly the biggest ego boost ever, the fact that itâs your pussy that has this huge man so drunk. pushing out your hips, you practically smothered his face â riding him mid-air as you felt the delicious sensations bubbling up inside of your stomach. breathless chants of his name left your lips, panting softly as your head fell back against the panels.
âc-cumming! ughâ fuck, miguel!
the jerks of your body made miguel grip your ass tightly, licking his lips of your release as he shuffled upwards, grinning down at your disheveled form. âyouâre breathtaking when you cum for me, beautiful. canât believe youâre all mine.â he whispered against your lips, forehead to forehead as he kissed you for the first time. it felt like a million tiny fireworks going off inside of you, the previous tension in your body instantly melting away as you leaned into his touch â tongueâs pressing against each other as drooled slipped down your necks.
he kept his mouth latched onto yours as he gripped his leaking cock, dipping the pearly tip inside of your sensitive hole. his movements were unhurried, sloppily kissing you as he dipped in-and-out, in-and-out. it was a steady pace that you soon found yourself liking more than usual, a stark contrast to the inexperienced fuckingâs you were getting before. âinside, pleaseâŠi wanna feel you, all of you.â
you were too dangerous for this old manâs heart. having a pretty little thing like you beg for him to fuck you like you deserved, to mold that sweet cunt into the shape of his cock â it was all too tempting. he was more than willing to do anything his sweet baby asked him to, and he wasted no time in giving in to you. âshit, cielo, no oneâs ever fucked you right, huh? sheâs gripping onto me like a vice.â
he was right, in every sense of the word. you didnât know how many partners he had before you, and really didnât want to find out â but one thing was for sure, miguel knew exactly how to please you. your head fell against his chest, his hand lifting it up by your chin as he pumped into you. âtell me, dulzura, iâm the only one thatâs made you feel like this? only man to fuck this perfect pussy right?â
he took the tiny nods and breathy whimpers as a yes, grinning like a madman as he revealed in the satisfaction of ruining you for anyone else â not like he was gonna let you go in the first place. his pace picked up vigorously, finding the perfect balance between pounding into your sore cunt and softly rutting against your ass. the skin where you both combined was tinged red, the on-going waterfall above unable to fully wash away the evidence of your cream on his pelvis.
âonly you, miguel â no oneâŠno oneâs better than you. iâm yours, daddy.â
those words, hushed and warm, pushed his already inflated ego to the edge. his hips bucked widly, prodding at the spongy spot inside of you as she pressed his lips against yours once more. all sounds were trapped between your connected lips, muffling the choked squeal that left your lips and the guttural groan that left his as he came deep inside you. he did promise to clean you extra throughly, and what better way to do that than flushing out your canal with his cum!
he lazily rolled his hips against yours, ignoring the sticky liquid bubbling on the side of his spent cock. âdid so well for me, my beautiful princess. iâm so proud of you.â the fluttering of your heart made you instinctively turn away, cheeks flaring with heat as you pouted â you really canât believe you fucked on the first bloody date. your little tough act didnât fool miguel, in fact it fuelled him even more. he continued to praise your very essence, worshiping the ground you walk on despite your protests â smiling softly as he sees your fierce resolve weaken. âthere she is, you ready to let me love on you now?â
âyeah, yeah. but first, we need an actual shower. no fucking this time.â
âno promises.â
this was the last place you saw yourself in life, but maybe being in miguelâs arms were where you were supposed to be.
- thank you for waiting and make sure to watch ateez at coachella!!!!!
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Part two of feisty slytherin reader where itâs just the boys being like kinda in love with reader and everything you can pick how reader responds
this ended up taking me way longer to complete than I thought it would! it also ended up way longer than usual. here's the lead up to our infamous poly!marauders x feisty!slytherin reader!!! đ«¶
poly!marauders x feisty, fem slytherin!reader
p1 // p2 // p3
CW: head injury - not graphic or detailed but mentions blood.
âOkay Moony, if youâre going to help us win over Y/N, you should know she does not like dramatic public displays of appreciation.â James said sagely as he walked into their shared dorm room.
Remus spared Sirius a confused look from his seat in the chair, but from the way James was currently rubbing his arm Sirius had a pretty good idea of what just took place.
âYeah, erm, I donât think you have to worry about that with me, bubs. Thanks for the heads up though.â Remus added bemusedly.
âLet me guess.â Sirius taunted, rolling over onto his stomach so that he faced James. âThe charmed roses following her around the halls wasnât a hit?â
âNo, but she did...â He sulked, pulling his uniform shirt off to expose a small albeit quite red welt on his upper arm.
âAwe, poor Jamie. Come here bubs.â Remus cooed at him, opening his arms to invite the boy into his lap.Â
James obliged all too willingly and snuggled up to the werewolf like he was a small toddler and not a giant beefy man-baby.Â
âDonât mollify him when heâs out here botching our grand plans to woo the girl of our dreams.â Sirius said, causing Remus to roll his eyes and James to scoff indignantly.
âWell at least Iâm working on it! What are you doing to woo her?â James retaliated.
Sirius offered him a wolfish grin. âOh, Iâve got a little trick up my sleeve.â
You had to get out of the castle. You could still feel everyoneâs eyes on you, ogling you like you were some kind of freakshow.Â
You donât know what kind of game those Gryffindorâs were trying to play, but you were not about to be the butt of whatever sodding joke this was.
Roses, really? Charmed to follow you around the castle as Potter smirked from the sidelines. Did he have any idea how humiliating that was?
       So, yeah. You walloped him. In the arm. With your fist. Hard. But what else were you supposed to do!? Youâd confronted him and demanded that he end the charm and all he said was âyou look so cute when your nose scrunches up like thatâ.
He and Black have always been a bother â seemingly having taken some kind of interest in you for whatever reason. Lupin had always been more reasonable; one would think that heâd have evened those two out during their relationship, but apparently that was an impossible task. You supposed it was because he was all but one man.
But lately, even he was starting to stare at you a little too long, smile a little too softly, find too many excuses to be in your vicinity. It was infuriating.
So, you were outside.
It was nice outside.Â
Well, it was nice enough outside.Â
You packed yourself some snacks in your book bag, two blankets and an extra jumper to go sit by the Black Lake. You figured you should be able to enjoy some peace and quiet out here on your own.
You unfolded one of the blankets to lay onto the ground before sitting on it and then laid the second blanket over your lap. You could hear other students on the grounds in the distance and the soothing sound of the water lapping gently against the shore.Â
As luck would have it, a certain dog with long-black hair would set out to disrupt that.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked the dog as it approached you calmly. You wondered for a moment if you should be scared before it stopped at the edge of your blanket to sit and tilt its head at you, his tongue falling out of his mouth haphazardly.Â
He didnât look too scary, ignoring his size.
You craned your neck to look around, checking if perhaps he was here with someone, but it appeared that you were, in fact, alone on this side of the lake.
You felt something cold and wet nudge your pinkie, and you turned to see that the dog had laid down beside you with his head between his paws, nose next to your hand.
âIf I pet you, are you going to bite me?â You asked him. He answered by nudging your hand again and offering it a little lick.
âYou better not have fleas.â You muttered as you scratched behind the dogâs ears. You would have sworn he had furrowed his eyebrows at your comment if dogs could do such a thing. You noticed then that the dog had startling silver-blue eyes.Â
âWhere are your people?â You asked, glad no one was around to see you conversing with a dog. He answered you by rolling over for belly rubs.
You scoffed out a laugh but acquiesced. âFine, you can stay. But I came out here for peace and quiet, âkay?â
The dog seemed fine with that plan and let you read through two chapters of your book, only interrupting every paragraph or so for more pets. Eventually however, it grew too cold, and you decided to pack up.
Confirming your suspicions, the dog began to follow you towards the castle. You pretended like you hadnât noticed or perhaps just didnât care until you were near the greenhouses.
âFor future reference, Black,â you said, turning to the dog who seemed to pause mid-step as you considered him. âI really am more of a cat person.â You smirked, turning to walk back to the castle alone.
âHere, let me get that for you.â James said, opening the door for you rather chivalrously in Siriusâ opinion.
âIâm not a delicate flower, Potter, I can open a door.â You muttered angrily, storming past him into the classroom.
James deflated a little as he followed you in, but perked up when Remus placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
âI thought that was very sweet of you, Jamie.â He placated.
James gave him a half smile in response. âThanks Moons.â
âI mean, what are we supposed to do? What bird doesnât like dogs!?â Sirius grumbled, opting to ignore Jamesâ whining.Â
âDonât call her a bird, Sirius.â Remus chided.
âProbably didnât help youâre a big olâ mangy mutt.â James muttered petulantly.
âOi!â Sirius called. âThatâs not what you say when Padfoot snuggles you to sleep.âÂ
James had the good graces to turn a little red at that.
Their conversation was interrupted (quite rudely if you asked Sirius) by Professor McGonagall as she began the instructions for todayâs Transfiguration lesson: turning buttons into butterflies.Â
Sirius stole a concerned glance towards James to see Remus doing the same; they were horrified to see a mischievous look adorning their boyfriendâs face.
âProngs...â Sirius warned, whilst Remus whispered a âremember what we talked about.â
But they both knew it was too late; there was no stopping him once James set his mind to something.Â
Sirius is quite sure it was the fourth butterfly that did you in; you seemed to consider the first a fluke, the second was annoying, the third made you suspicious, but by the fourth youâd had enough.
With little to no warning you turned and lobbed a large hard-covered tome at the group.
âI donât know which of you tossers are behind this, but it reeks of Potter. So help me gods I will gut you and string you up to the rafters from your intestines if you donât leave me alone!â You screeched.Â
âBut how else will you know Iâm crazy about you?â James pouted, causing you to groan exasperatedly.
âIf youâre looking for some cutesy princess who will swoon at your sodding roses and butterflies, then youâve got the wrong witch.â You spat.
Sirius smirked. âOh, we have exactly the right witch.â
âI swear to Circe if you donât leave me alone, Iâll sic Barty on you.â You threatened.
Sirius and James both scoffed whilst Remus smirked.Â
âPlease dollface, you insult me. Iâm not afraid of Junior.â Sirius taunted.
You narrowed your eyes at him menacingly before realization dawned on you. âFine.â You said simply, giving Sirius a distinct uneasy feeling. âPerhaps Iâll tell Regulus.â
Sirius slammed his fist on the table and leaned forward. âYou wouldnât.â He seethed.
You smirked deviously. âJust try me, Black.â You sneered in response.Â
Did...did Sirius have a degradation kink?
Sirius was ashamed to admit that he had to take a very cold shower after that.
You had been sitting in the library trying to work on your Potions essay. You had felt fairly safe here seeing as the Gryffindorâs (at least the most problematic ones) had been sanctioned from using the library during quiet study hours on account of their typical foolishness.
Except one.
âMind if I sit here?â Lupinâs lilting voice sounded from your right side before he sat down without waiting for your response.Â
âWhy bother asking if you were just going to sit anyways?â You grumbled.Â
âWell, it was the polite thing to do.â He said, turning to face you. You held his gaze (his gaze, your glare) until he finally sighed. âIâll leave if you want me to.â
You considered him for a moment. You couldnât deny he was the least buffoonish out of the so-called Marauders though youâre not sure that amounted to much.
But he was quieter, kinder, softer around the edges. And he had been far more polite to you than his boyfriends.
âAre you going to flirt with me?â
One of Remusâ eyebrows (the one with the scar running through it, you noticed) raised expectantly as he considered you.
âLet me rephrase that.â You barked quickly, realizing your mistake perhaps a touch too late. âYou may sit here, but if you flirt with me, I will stab you with my quill.â You punctuated your threat by blotting his hand which rested on the table with ink from the tip of your quill.
Remus smiled at the sight before returning his amber coloured gaze to yours. âFair enough. I promise to try to restrain myself, but perhaps you ought to hold onto this hand for me just in case I slip up.â And he â the absolute sodding bastard â slid his left hand comfortably into your right.
Youâd never seen someone make a move so assertively and smoothly before. There was nothing to say that any of this even affected Remus as he immediately turned his attention to his book. Was it hot in here? Your hand felt sweaty. Your throat felt tight. Your mouth was dry. Why didnât you think to bring a bottle of water?!
âErm,â you started, having to pause to clear your throat. âJust how am I supposed to get my work done with your hand in mine, Lupin?â
You had tried to sound threatening, but based off Remusâ smirk, youâd only managed to goad him further.
âYouâre left-handed. Figure it out.âÂ
These boys were going to be the death of you if you didnât end up killing them first.
âYou held her hand!?â James screeched in their dorm room that night whilst Remus smirked to himself. Sirius would make fun of James for his dramatics if he wasnât just a pissed off about this.
âIâve been working at this the longest out of either of you, and she lets you hold her hand?â He continued.
âShe doesnât like dogs,â Sirius grumbled, gesturing to himself, âshe doesnât like James. But the werewolf? Really. No offence Moons because I absolutely get the appeal.â
James snapped his fingers as he had a eureka moment. âIâve got it! Remus; bite me!â
âJames!â Remus scolded.Â
âItâs not fair.â James muttered as he fell onto his bed in defeat. âIâd be so good to her.â
Any ire from Sirius and Remus drained at that as they both moved to join their boyfriend on his bed.
âWe know, bubs.â Remus conceded.Â
âWe just...have to give her time. Iâm sure sheâll come around, yeah? I mean, with Remusâ smooth moves, my undeniable charm, and your muscles? Weâre unstoppable.â Sirius added, eliciting a smile from Remus and a gentle chuckle from James, though his usual light was diminished.
âWeâve just got to be patient, Jamie.â Remus concluded, causing James to groan.
âPatience.â He spat spitefully.
âA 'James ADHD Potter' special.â Sirius winked before kissing any further protests away from Jamesâ lips.
âWeâve got Moony on our team now, bubs. Weâre unstoppable.â He whispered, truly believing what he was saying.
If anyone could break through your hard candy-coating shell to reach the chocolate inside, it was certainly Remus Lupin.
Youâd had the lovely idea of sitting outside on one of the few sunny days that Scotland got to see this time of year. Unfortunately, it seemed that everyone else had the same idea too.
A few Hufflepuffs were playing with a charmed muggle football, kicking it back and forth between the two of them and chasing after it when it opted to fuck off on its own. You didnât understand the objective of the game, nor did you care to.
Remus and Peter Pettigrew sat on a bench not too far off playing a game of Wizarding Chess that, from where you were sitting, looked like Remus was winning.
You got so caught up in watching Lupinâs game with Pettigrew - in the way that the tendons in his wrist and hands flexed as he moved pieces across the board, and the way that his honey blonde curls fell in front of his eyes causing him to have to blow air upwards so he could see the board - that you noticed something flying at you far too late.Â
âLook out!â One of the dumb Hufflepuffâs shouted far too late as their charmed football soared into the side of your head, knocking you clean over where your head cracked painfully against a root of the tree you were sitting under.
You scrunched your eyes tight and tried to will your heart to start beating again and your lungs to cooperate, every part of your body seeming to have tensed out of instinct to protect itself.
âL/N! L/N! Come on, dove, open your eyes.â You heard a voice above you.
Why was the voice so worried? How long were your eyes closed? A gentle hand grabbed your chin and wiggled your head back and forth, causing you to hiss in pain.
âSod...off.â You gritted through your teeth.
The voice chuckled and wiggled your chin once more. âThere she is. Open your eyes for me.â
You hated being told what to do but decided to comply anyways.
You probably should have kept your eyes close because the sight made you feel dizzy for a completely different reason.
Hovering above your frame was Remus Lupin; his knees on the ground beside your elbow, one hand gripping your chin and the other gently moving hair away from your face and head.
âAtta girl.â He said with a smile.
âGet away from me.â You grumbled as you moved to sit up. Though Lupin hissed in protest, he helped you sit up nonetheless.Â
âIs...is she okay?â a timid voice spoke from somewhere behind Lupinâs shoulder causing his expression to darken considerably.
âYou stupid wankers are so dead.â You spat as loudly as you could manage, though in your current state â that wasnât very loud at all.
Your message was received loud and clear, however, as the two Hufflepuffs took off in fear.
âMy sentiments exactly.â Lupin muttered as he turned back to you, jaw still tense.
You snorted indelicately as you brought a hand to your head. âPlease, donât tell me you actually care about me, Lupin.â
You hissed in pain as your hand came in contact with something warm and wet and slightly sticky. You pulled your hand back in front of you to inspect, only for Lupin to grab your hand rather harshly and wipe the blood away with a handkerchief.
âIs it so impossible to believe that we could actually care for you?â He muttered quietly, eyes focused on your hand, pointedly avoiding eye contact with you. You watched as his curls bounced with each wipe of his hand against yours. You thought of his gentle hands brushing hair away from your wound moments before. You thought of him begging you to open your eyes. You thought of him being the first one at your side when you were hurt.
And you thought about Black finding ways to be with you even when you staunchly refused his company. You thought of him taking time out of his day to tell you how âsmoking hotâ you looked that day, even though he said it every day before that, too.
And you thought about Potter who always held the door for you, saved you a seat even though you never accepted it, showered you in affection even though it was public and quite embarrassing. And you thought of the way he always had a smile to give you, even when you gave him no reason to smile at all.Â
It wasnât hard to imagine the three of them caring for anyone, quite frankly. Caring seemed to come second nature to those boys.
âNo.â You admitted quietly. âItâs not impossible to believe that you could actually care. Itâs just impossible to imagine why.â
He stopped rubbing at your hand and met your eye, seemingly contemplating what to say.
âLetâs get you to Madam Pomfrey.â He opted for. âPete, let the boys know where Iâve gone when theyâre finished with practice?â Lupin called over his shoulder.
âI can walk myself, Lupin.â You grumbled as he helped you up by your elbow.
âYeah, yeah.â He grumbled back. âYouâre not a delicate flower, we know.â
The two of you more or less muttered back and forth to each other the entire way to the infirmary, Lupin supporting more of your weight than he likely needed too but you didnât feel the need (nor desire) to complain.
Madam Pomfrey was in the middle of looking after a first year Potions class who accidently set off an explosion of incorrectly brewed Cure for Boils which ultimately left each student (and Professor Slughorn) covered head to toe in painful boils.
âMr. Lupin, if you could clean the wound for me. And Miss. L/N, drink the pain potion. Do not leave until Iâve had a chance to do a proper examination, okay?â She ordered as you positioned yourself more comfortably on the bed after she determined you werenât about to die (or currently crying, as most of the first years were).Â
You took the pain potion dutifully and placed it back on the table beside your bed before you startled at the sudden cold wet cloth on your head.
âYou are not seriously doing this right now, are you?â You spat.
Remusâ eyebrows drew together as his hands continued on in their task. âYou heard the matron; Iâm supposed to clean it.â
âI can clean it myself, Lupin; Iâll conjure a mirror.â You argued, causing the scarred boy to scoff.
âI do what Iâm told L/N, and quite frankly, the matron scares me more than you do.â
âI must be doing something wrong then.â You sighed, thinking you hadnât said that loud enough to be heard, but a startled laugh escaped Lupinâs lips.Â
âWhy do you act so volatile?â He asked amusedly.
âItâs not an act.â
âI call bullshit.â
âWell, you call wrong, then, Lupin. Iâm an arse and I find everyone exhausting. Deal with it.â You snarked sharply.
Lupin breathed a laugh through his nose. âMaybe we can find out what the hell your problem is over dinner sometime, then.â
Rotten bastard and his smooth talk...
âWHERE IS SHE!?â a voice echoed through the corridor just outside the entrance to the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey neednât even look up from the boil she was currently draining of puss to know who she was about to scold.
âMr. Potter, I will have you banned from this infirmary so fast if you raise your voice above so much as a whisper, do not try me. That goes for you too, Mr. Black.â She barked; eyes still focused on the first yearâs arm in front of her.
Sure enough, a mop of curly hair, impossibly more wild than usual due to the flight on his broom, poked around the privacy curtains a second before it was joined by a fuming looking Sirius Black.
Potterâs eyes flew to where Remusâ hands were positioned on your head and your stomach lurched at what looked like tears pooling in Potterâs eyes.
âPotter...please, erm, please donât cry?â You asked awkwardly, leaning away from Remusâ touch as you suddenly became very uncomfortable with this amount of attention.
âSheâs alright, Jamie.â Remus sighed, pulling you back over to him gently by the shoulder and continuing his prodding at your wound.
âWho did it?â Sirius spat, arms crossed defensively across his chest and jaw tight as he stared hard at the wound on your head. You were horrified to admit to yourself that he was hot. Youâd never really seen it before, how all the girls in your year (and other years) fawned over the long-haired boy.
But he was currently standing in front of you still adorned in his quidditch gear, hair pulled back into a low bun - though he had many fly-aways on account of his recent time in the air - his cheeks still dusted pink from the assertion, and he was currently fuming on your behalf.
Yeah...he was hot.Â
âEasy.â Remus warned.
âAnswer me!â Sirius spat back.
âPads. I mean it, leave it.â Remus said with finality.
Your eyes darted nervously between the two boys currently staring each other down, but Potterâs eyes were still steadfast on you.
âLet me, Rem.â He finally said gently â the most gently youâd ever heard from the rambunctious boy as he gently moved Remus aside and took over.
âIâm okay, you know.â You offered, not liking how worked up these boys were currently over you.
âI know.â He agreed. âI just hate to see you hurt.â
âWhy?â
âWhy?â
âYeah, why.â You pressed. James looked like you just asked him to calculate the distance between the galaxy of Andromeda and our solar system using the measurement of broomsticks. Â
âI... I donât want to see you hurt?â
âYou want to see Snape hurt.â You countered, causing Jamesâ face to harden.
âSnapeâs a tosser.â He muttered darkly.
âIâm not any nicer than Snape.â
âSee, Y/N. Youâre so smart and lovely and perfect, but you are way off on that front.â James said through a laugh. âSnape is prejudiced, vindictive, and a racist blood supremist. Youâre just combative.â He explained, punctuating the word combative with a gentle boop of your nose.Â
You wanted to break his finger.
But that would be combative, and you would rather die than prove Potter right, so you opted to roll your eyes instead.Â
âDid they even hang around to see if she fucking survived or did they just take off to avoid detention?â Sirius spat at Remus, not looking any calmer than he did when he arrived.
âThey stayed.â You answered tiredly. âThey took off afterwards, and not to avoid detention, but to avoid me.â
âAnd me.â Remus muttered quietly, looking dangerously close to going back out there to find them himself.Â
âDid you threaten them?â Sirius asked severely, though you werenât sure who exactly he had asked.
âYes.â You and Lupin both answered exasperatedly.Â
Sirius looked between the two of you before letting out a sigh. âFine, but if I run into them, Iâm hexing them into oblivion.â
âNot if I get to them first.â You growled.
Siriusâ face finally softened as he sat on the end of your bed and cautiously touched your ankle under the blankets.
âYou sure youâre okay, Y/N?â
And you arenât sure what did it.Â
You werenât sure if it was the softness you saw in Sirius that you were sure you could have never even imagined possible from a person, let alone someone related to the infamous Black family. Or if it was the eyebrows of Remus Lupin that were furrowed in concern as he dutifully watched his boyfriend finish plastering a bandage to your head, or if it was the unbelievable softness of James Potterâs touch â in complete contrast to his fast, rough, bouncing personality that you were usually subjected to.
But dammit, you felt a tear slip down your cheek.
You wiped it away quickly and nodded your head in yes.
You braced yourself for the teasing, the cooing, the dramatic displays of affection. But Sirius quickly stood and disappeared behind the curtains, James began pouring you a glass of water, and Remus reached into his bag for something.
Remus returned to you first, breaking off a square of chocolate for you. âItâll help.â
You were too embarrassed to argue and took it, popping it into your mouth dutifully.Â
âHere.â Sirius said as he appeared back at your bedside, handing you a vial.Â
âWhat is it?â You asked, your voice taut with emotion.
Siriusâ eyes softened again as he offered you a sad smile. âCalming draught. You canât have any more pain potion, but this might make you feel better.â
âAnd if not, maybe you can convince Moony to share more of his chocolate.â James commented with a soft smile.
You grimaced at the taste of the potion and chased it with the water James had poured for you.
âThank you.â You admitted quietly, shame colouring your tone as you looked to your lap.
âNone of that.â Remus said as he handed you another piece of chocolate.
You took it skeptically. âWhy do they call you Moony?â
No one said anything for a moment, but you could tell that neither James nor Sirius were moving a muscle as they watched Remus who in turn watched you.
âBecause of my lycanthropy.â He said plainly.
You looked at the various scars before you started to laugh. Siriusâ face drained of all colour while James visibly tensed.
âOf course you are. Remus Lupin. Named after a man raised by wolves and the lupus, or wolf constellation. Oh gods, it was predestined, clearly.â
âAre...are you laughing at me right now?â Remus asked incredulously.
âItâs a little funny...no?â You asked back.
He looked as if he were torn between laughing and crying. âI pour my heart out to you â my deepest darkest secret, and you laugh at me?â He asked again, some amusement colouring his features.
âI told you, Iâm an arse.â You said with a shrug of your shoulders.
âDoes it bother you?â Sirius asked cautiously from the end of your bed, face appearing impassive for all intents and purposes.Â
âI donât see why it should, itâs none of my business.â
âIt could be.â Remus input.
âYou donât want me. Iâm no good, Lupin.â You stressed, looking back down at your hands.
âNeither am I.â Sirius agreed.
âMe neither.â Remus added.
âIâm n-â James started.
âSo what if the only one of us worthy of love and affection here is James?â Sirius said, cutting James off. âItâs not going to stop me from cherishing what I can get - deserved or not.â
You groaned and threw your head back onto the pillow, cringing at the effect the fast movement had on you and the pain that the movement elicited in your neck.
âOkay, what about this.â James conciliated. âYou donât have to agree to be with us, just give us a chance? The time of day? One Hogsmeade trip to let us fawn over you.â
You looked up at his deep brown eyes that felt so warm you wanted to make a home in them. Sirius, in all his bravado, looked pained as he waited for an answer, and Remus smiled encouragingly at you.
âFine!â You acquiesced with a groan. âOne Hogsmeade trip.â
Much to your chagrin, though not really at all, it ended up being way more than just one Hogsmeade trip.
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Hi bunny!
Can I please have Belgian waffles, angel food cake and on the house ( hopefully that is the correct thing to say) with max or danny or both đ«¶
Love all you have written đ«¶đ«¶
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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! it's great to hear what orders you come up with! as for this lovely request from @biancathecool thank you! and yes i can write for the other two drivers you sent in another message (their names escape me as i write this), but yes! hit me with it!! thank you! enjoy!
belgian waffles ("i cum in that every night.") + angel food cake ("if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you.") + on the house: coffee (rivals au) served by max verstappen & daniel ricciardo (formula one)!!
cw: smut/pwp, threesome, maxiel + reader, rivals au, ferrari!reader, cock & pussy drunk, degrading language/dirty talk, mean!max, mean!daniel, rough sex, dom/sub, biting/marking, possessive beheaviour, hate fuck, facials & back shots, cum eating
sharing was caring, at least in daniel's eyes. he had shared a lot of things over the course of his friendship with max verstappen. there were normal things like food, plane rides, they spent weekends together even. he could even recall a night austin when they both shared the same girl for an evening.
so it only made sense that daniel ricciardo would share his favourite rival. the cute little thing on the ferrari team. lucky number forty-seven.
max was mad by the end of the dutch grand prix. one clip from you, another from leclerc. he was getting pummelled by the prince and princess of ferrari on his home turf. and that left a bitter taste in his mouth as he hit his helmet against the wall once the race was over.
you dressed in your ferrari red, beaming at charles who came in first. ferrari took first and second while the lion of the netherlands barely clung to fifth. as you and charles sprayed champagne on each other and laughed, max could feel the anger in his veins.
and daniel was like the devil in max's ear, "hey max, seem kind of pissed." he placed his hand on max's shoulder, "you know, i'm seeing her after this... in my hotel room. you're free to join us, maybe get some of that anger out." he patted the other man's shoulder.
max's jaw tensed for a moment as he got a full view of you on the podium, laughing and waving. max couldn't very well put you under his boot, but he could make a mess of your pretty insides.
"we have a guest tonight." daniel chuckled as he served you more wine.
you were in the hotel room robe with very little underneath. you were tired of wearing clothes after being in that stuffy uniform all day. you happily accepted the wine and brought the glass to your lips, "guest? you didn't."
daniel chuckled and put the bottle down back on the coffee table, "word won't get out. he's good at keeping secrets." he patted your thigh.
the wine tasted good, expensive in a way that you weren't accustomed to. you had your fair share of grocery store wine, but the more that daniel lured you in with the finer things in life. it was getting harder to go back to your old ways. money couldn't buy taste, but it could buy flavor.
there was a knock on the door and daniel got up. you took sight of his ass in those the sweatpants he wore. there was no use looking formal, you were both here for the same thing.
daniel didn't say who the guest of the evening was. but you almost spilled red wine all over yourself at the sight of max on the other side of the door.
"daniel." you said, "not max."
daniel looked over his shoulder and smiled, "c'mon, princess. i can assure you that he won't hurt you... too much." that gleaming smile of his always seemed to get you into more trouble.
you put the glass down and kept your focus on the two men as max entered the hotel room.
"she looks good." max said as if you weren't in the room with them. you swallowed when he looked at you, "she looks better without the uniform on."
"max..." you said.
"well you know, mate." daniel smiled "i cum in that every night." your arrangement had been going on for some time. it didn't help that you lived in the same building during the off season and he'd often visit you in your driver's room. often to get a taste of that soaked cunt he adored.
your ears went hot as you replied, "danny, what the fuck."
max took a step forward and got his shoes off. he stood there in a white t-shirt and jeans. his eyes gazed with hunger on you. it made you close your robe a little more.
"princess." daniel said as he went back to the couch and pulled you close to him, "i think you own max an apology. you've been fucking with him, toying with him. i see how you look at him, when i mention his name you get wet." his grip on you grew tighter, "it's only right you make amends for your team."
you were soon seated in the middle of the couch between the two men. usually the routine with daniel was that you two would have some wine, indulge in kinky and he'd often cuddle you until you made a hasty escape back to your hotel room before anyone caught on.
but there was a look in daniel's eye that had you worried. it felt like you were between two lions who wanted nothing more than to sink their claws into you. chew you up and devour you whole.
daniel started to undo the robe you wore, while max held you face in a tight grip. you weren't going anywhere fast. daniel's lips were on the back of your neck, in a sensitive spot and max was kissing you deeply
"are you going to be good for us, princess?" daniel asked before he made you keep eye contact with max by holding onto your hair.
you looked into the other's blue eyes and swallowed, "you two are sick."
max raised an eyebrow at you before his gaze looked to daniel, "seems you haven't trained her." he spoke about you like you were a dog, not the second place of this weekend's race.
daniel got a hand around your throat and held onto it tightly, he tilted your head back to look at him. he said in a soft voice, "you're making my look bad. i promised our good friend max here a good night tonight."
you swallowed, you felt something boil in your stomach. like it was all going to boil over soon. you were sandwiched between two men who honestly hated you after the grand prix.
you looked at daniel for a moment before you said, "sorry, sir."
"and you'll be good for our friend tonight? treat him nicely. no teeth, no attitude?"
you nodded like an eager puppy and daniel kissed you on the lips. you were pushed up further against the australian driver as max pressed further into you. further being squished between the two men.
when you stopped kissing daniel, max captured your lips once more. you held onto the back of the couch with one hand as a means of some sort of support.
you were stripped of your robe before daniel made you get off the couch and onto the bed in the other room. you scampered away on shaky legs, basically exposed to both men. you could feel their gazes on you.
"why not the couch?" max asked, it would've been easy for max to fold you in half or toss you over the couch.
daniel chuckled and slapped his friend on the shoulder, "it'll be more comfortable for us on the bed. she's pretty flexible, can fuck her about anywhere. but i'd love for us to have a little more comfort." then got off the couch to join you with the dutch driver close behind.
you knew that if you wanted to keep your underwear in one piece, you had to get them off before the other men came. your kicked off your panties and your bra was on the floor before you sat on top of the bed, one leg over the other.
this all felt so sick, it was almost degrading. their stares and their words pierced through you and left your brain running on carnal desires.
you watched them come in, and you tried to make yourself appear a tad smaller, but daniel's voice made you sit up straight once more.
"show them off, princess."
daniel was on you first, he clothes went flying as he smothered you against him. he weight on top of you kept you pinned down to the hotel room bed.
he kissed you with a fever, only breaking it to get his t-shirt off over his head. you felt the leg of his jeans grind against your soaked sex which made you whimper.
he looked over his shoulder for a moment to say to max, "come on in, the water's fine." before he went back to kissing you with a heated passion.
max was slower to get his clothes off. everything came off slowly as he felt a throb between his legs. watching his friend make you a debauched mess.
daniel was a good friend, letting max have a taste of you. letting him sink his teeth into you. and you were such a good little girl for letting max enact his revenge for your little stunt on the track. maybe that'll teach you.
you were meant to look pretty for ferrari, their logo plastered across your pretty tits, not to get in the way of men like max and daniel.
daniel got away from you and propped himself on the bed beside you. his expression was wild and his cheeks were hot. "c'mon there, maxie! don't be so shy!"
max was in his briefs and you swallowed at you looked at him. even so physically exposed, his gaze remained stern on you. you knew he could crack jokes and be funny. but your (almost) win left something searing inside of him.
you swallowed and with a bit of confidence you crooked your finger at him, "yeah, mad max."
"wouldn't be so mad if you gave me a reason not to be, princess."
you swallowed and tried to bite back, in a last ditch effort to gain some sort of control between these two men, "maybe you should race better."
the corner of max's mouth twitched before he looked at daniel, "i'm taking her throat." before he got onto the bed and got himself up against the headboard, he gave his thigh a pat.
daniel was in your space once more, hand on your hip as he said, "you heard the man, hands and knees, princess."
you got between max's legs, your front pressed against the bed to give you the best chance to suck his cock. your ass was stuck up to give daniel a good angle as well. you were to be used.
you looked up at max, his cock pressed against your cheek. you let out a shuddered breath.
"not much of a princess." he said as he took your hair in his hand. his grip was tight, not enough to rip any of it out. but firm enough to guide you onto his cock.
daniel slapped your ass before he placed those large hands on your hips. he chuckled in response, "more like a whore. i wonder what ferrari would think of this? sandwiched between two other drivers. shame, shame." he rubbed his tip up against your wet slit as you started to suck max off.
max held onto your hair as you got your lips around his cock. he took back anything he said about you not being trained. you sucked cock like an obedient dog.
daniel noticed max's expression and chuckled, "i told you she would be good for you." their gaze's met and he added, "took her about eight months to lose that gag reflex. now she's the cock sucking champ of formula one."
max felt something unfamiliar curl in his stomach, "do you share her often?"
daniel shook his head, "no way. she's isn't some whore i give out at parties. we're friends, max. and she needs to learn a lesson."
max looked down at you and pinched your cheek, "if charles fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you." a threat about your teammate. that you were responsible for the entire team. to not upset the likes of max verstappen.
daniel was lapping this up. he knew that sometimes you could be a bit mouthy in the bedroom, so it was nice to have someone fill that gap. keep you nice and quiet.
you whimpered when daniel stuffed his cock inside of you suddenly and your back arched more which allowed the man to push further into you. you were drooling around max's cock, having it almost choke you.
"always wondered how she got in." max said idly as he ran his fingers through your hair. he kept an eye on how well you choked down his cock, "i know her daddy didn't buy her way in. she wasn't the best in any race she was in." he spoke like you weren't in the room. he pushed his cock deeper, your nose in his trimmed pubic hair, "did you give mister vasseur head, princess?"
you met his gaze like you were going to respond but the driver's cock in your mouth left you unable to form much of a sentence. max liked when you looked at him, below him. less than.
"danny won't pass you around, but i bet every head principal got a taste of you." max said, "i be you started with the best and worked your way down." he gripped onto your hair tighter, "whored yourself out for a good contract."
you whimpered, his demeaning words made you cunt tighten around daniel's cock. you were a good driver! you knew that! you came in second and these two were acting like you has the worst record in modern f1!
daniel smirked as he groped your ass cheek, threatening to bruise the skin with his grasp, "while i would agree with you." he licked his lips, "she had actually never had sex before we started to mess around. it only started because she just got so fuckin' turned on after races. taught her everything i could."
max's expression looked surprise, "oh.." he looked down at you once more, "seems you've been a good girl for daniel. i'm surprised, given that mouth of yours. but i guess you just need something to occupy it."
you whined as you felt daniel's cock deep in you. you were being fucked both ways. the princess of ferrari made a mess of. you held onto max's bare thighs and let out a small whimper as they continued their motions against you.
daniel seduced you early on with that laid back attitude, but the more he unwrapped about you. the more he knew that you were just a little slut waiting to happen. you had been a good girl your entire life and now handed a lot of freedom and piles of cash, you needed someone to reign you in.
thankfully daniel liked to keep his favourite rival on a short leash.
"i think after tonight, she'll be a little more gentle on the track." daniel pushed you further into the bed, which made max's cock hit past where your gag reflex used to be.
you felt raw all over, there were a few stray tears in your eyes. but yet it all excited you. letting these two enact their wrath over your second placement.
"she better be." max replied.
the two of them continued to fuck you and you were subject for wave after wave of pleasure. you felt sore all over. daniel's cock rearranging your guts while max's cock was cutting off proper air circulation.
depraved nonsense.
"prettier when she's quiet." daniel mentioned.
max chuckled in response, his cheeks stained pink, "of course she's greedy enough for two cocks."
daniel was the first to finished, he quickly pulled out and jerked off on your back before he finished all over your skin. covering your lower back in pearly white cum. you groaned at the feeling of it across your back, the mess that was made.
"don't cum until our guest finishes. it's called being polite, princess" he said, his voice hot in your lust ridden head.
you mouth on max was sloppy, the driver made sure that you were taking it all the way to the base. and when he was close to finishing, he pulled out of your mouth and stroked his cock until he made a total mess. letting cum land across your cheeks and up into your hair.
max rested against the headboard and looked at the mess he made. if only he had his phone.
"she's something else. if only she brought that energy to every race." daniel chuckled.
you whimpered and tried not to get cum all over the hotel sheets. the embarrassment of house keeping finding it made you want to die. but you weren't covered in cum for long. soon you were fed the cum all over your face and back by the men who put it all over you.
their fingers shoved in your mouth as you whined. their digits dragged across your teeth and the inside of your cheek. they made sure to get the seed all over your tongue so you'd taste them for the next few hours.
number forty-seven for ferrari was a good driver, but an even better cum slut.
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you woke up in the morning rested against daniel's chest. while that felt familiar and all. there was no way both of his arms were wrapped around your waist like that.
you lifted your head and saw max holding you from behind. the previous night came back to you and you tried to move. but max's arms tightened around you.
"where are you going, princess? we're not done." max's sleepy voice could be heard.
daniel's eyes slightly opened before he pressed your head back to his chest. he held you there for a moment and added, "you're not getting away that easily."
your eyes went wide for a moment. the princess of ferrari had fallen into the jaws of the f1's most ferocious predators. you laid there for a moment, your hand across daniel's chest. you swallowed, there was no where you could hide that daniel and max wouldn't find you.
daniel gripped the back of your head for a moment. he believed in sharing with his good friend max verstappen. didn't matter if it was a slice of pizza, an extra euro for a vending machine, or the princess he had meticulously trained. <3
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Hiiiii!! Can I request a daniel ricciardo x driver! reader? Like a grumpy! reader x sunshine! danny? with a hint of friends to lovers but the grid doesnât know?
I was so excited to see someone open their request and canât wait to read everythinggggg! Super grateful for the opportunity𫶠may you have a great time writing<3
Ps. Itâs totally okay if this doesnât get a response, I still look forward reading your other works â€ïž
she's my grump
the monaco grand prix was always a whirlwind. the air crackled with champagne and exhaust fumes, celebrities swarmed the paddock, and for danny ricciardo, it was pure electric. but amidst the chaos, his gaze always landed on you, his secret weapon â literally and figuratively.
you, (y/n) (l/n), were the engineer who made his car a sleek, purring beast. you were also the complete opposite of him. where danny was sunshine personified, you were a sly smile and a dry wit, a black cat in a room full of golden retrievers. being slightly reserved whilst dating the man with the biggest smile would seem odd to others, but danny loved you in all your light.
"alright team!" danny boomed, his energy radiating as he clapped his hands. "let's make monaco ours!"
you, in redbull uniform, raised an eyebrow. "more coffee, sunshine?" you deadpanned, handing him a steaming mug.
he grinned, taking a swig. "thanks, (y/n). you're a lifesaver." he winked, then lowered his voice conspiratorially, "just remember, if we win, that victory shoey is all yours."
you snorted, a small sound that always tickled danny's heart. "just don't splash champagne on me and make sure you don't scratch the car."
he chuckled, leaning closer. "don't worry, love. i wouldn't dream of it." the last word was barely a whisper, sending a shiver down your spine. you were dating for a few months now, a secret you both fiercely guarded. it wasn't because you were ashamed, rather it was to protect both of your personal lives. you had been friends for seven years and dating for one year. all the other drivers loved you and saw you as a little sister. being the polar opposite of daniel, everyone thought you were a match made in heaven.
flashback
the cityscape of singapore twinkled below, a kaleidoscope of neon against the inky night. danny, relaxed after a podium finish, leaned against the balcony railing, a beer balanced precariously in his hand. you perched on a nearby chair, fiddling with a stray napkin. six years of friendship, countless late-night talks, and a simmering desire that threatened to boil over. tonight, you were determined to make a move.
"crazy race, right?" you started, your voice barely above a whisper. you hated how nervous you felt around him, a stark contrast to your usual sharp wit.
danny chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. "yeah, those final laps were a heart-stopper. but hey, at least i didn't get sandwiched between bottas and verstappen this time."
you managed a smile. "true. though, witnessing your car-handling skills under pressure is always a treat for the eyes." a teasing lilt crept into your voice, the one that usually made him laugh. but tonight, he just raised an eyebrow, his gaze holding yours.
"so," you continued, feeling a familiar heat creep up your cheeks, "about that victory dinner tomorrow night..."
"yeah?" he prompted, taking a swig of his beer.
"well, i was thinking, maybe we could..." you trailed off, the carefully rehearsed words dissolving on your tongue. frustration bubbled within you. why was this so hard?
"maybe we could what?" danny asked gently, his voice laced with a hint of concern.
you squeezed the napkin in your hand, the flimsy paper threatening to tear. "forget it. it's stupid."
"hey," danny said, setting his beer down and turning to face you fully. his eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now soft and serious. "nothing you say is stupid, (y/n)."
you looked away, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze. "except maybe what i was about to say."
a beat of silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken emotions. you felt a tear prick your eye, the frustration morphing into a strange mix of despair and defiance.
"look, danny," you blurted out, your voice shaky, "we've been friends for, what, six years now? we practically share a brain when it comes to the car. but lately... lately, things feel different."
he stepped closer, his presence a tangible warmth in the cool night air. "different how?"
you took a shaky breath. "i don't know how to say this. it's stupid, really. but..." you met his gaze, your voice barely audible, "i think i might be falling for you."
the words hung heavy in the air. a flicker of surprise crossed danny's face, then a slow smile spread across his lips. it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.
"you think?" he said, his voice a husky whisper. he cupped your face in his hand, his thumb gently brushing away the stray tear that escaped your eye.
"maybe," you mumbled, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs.
before you could say anything else, danny closed the gap between you. his kiss was soft, tentative at first, then deepened with a newfound urgency. it was a kiss filled with unspoken desires, a culmination of years of unspoken feelings. you melted into him, the familiar warmth of his friendship now tinged with a passionate intensity that left you breathless.
when he finally pulled away, his forehead resting against yours, you could hear the ragged rhythm of his breath.
"i think i might be falling for you too, (y/n)," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "a lot more than maybe."
a laugh, shaky but genuine, escaped your lips. relief washed over you, mingled with a newfound sense of joy. in the neon glow of singapore night, under the watchful gaze of a million twinkling stars, you knew this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.
end of flashback
the qualifying session was a nail-biter. you watched from the pit wall, your fingers unconsciously tapping a rhythm against the table. danny caught your eye, flashed a reassuring smile, and then was off, a blur of blue and red. when he secured pole position, the team erupted.
in the celebratory chaos, danny spotted you amidst the throng, a lone island of calm amidst the cheering. he weaved his way through the crowd, his eyes fixed on you. reaching you, he bent down slightly, a playful glint in his eyes.
"ready to celebrate, ms. genius ?" he asked, extending his hand.
you smirked, a playful jab back. "only if it involves avoiding exuberant displays of footwear."
he laughed, a sound that always warmed your heart. "no promises, love," he winked, then surprised you. his hand, instead of taking yours, brushed yours lightly, his pinky extending out and interlocking with yours.
you knew what it meant. a silent exchange in your secret language. a small gesture, easily missed by others, but to you, it was a secret handshake, a whispered affirmation in the middle of the storm. your own pinky curled around his, a silent promise. being a black cat dating the biggest golden retriever
the race was a heart-stopper. strategy calls crackled through your earpiece, fueling your anxiety. finally, the checkered flag fell, and danny emerged victorious. the roar of the crowd was deafening.
as danny jumped out of the car, his helmet still on, he scanned the crowd. his eyes met yours, and a wide grin split his face. he sprinted towards you, the cameras flashing around you. but he ignored them all, reaching you and scooping you into a tight hug.
"we did it, (y/n)!" he shouted, his voice muffled by your silky hair.
you hugged him back tightly, a surge of relief and pride washing over you. in that moment, under the watchful eyes of the oblivious crowd, you knew your secret weapon wasn't just the science behind the car. it was the sunshine-haired driver with whom you shared a silent language, a pinky promise, and a love that thrived even in the whirlwind of monaco.
the other drivers, who had long suspected something between you two, exchanged knowing glances. lewis hamilton raised a knowing eyebrow at max verstappen. "looks like ricciardo found his lucky charm," he remarked.
max just grinned. "more like his secret weapon."
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Could I request a Ghost x reader trope that's like... love based off forced proximity/ circumstances? Can be in their line of duty, fake marriage, but please get creativeđ«¶đŒ and smut ofc!! Thank you for reading đž
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You most definitely can, enjoy!
Closer
â Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader
â A months-long assignment has landed you in isolation with Ghost.
Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.
Your usual assignments were done alone. A few weeks, hunkered down in an abandoned site, surviving on MREs, cigarettes, and any alcohol you could find. They were the closest to a vacation you'd ever have, save for the uniform, guns and ammunition.
More often than not, you saved yourself from the warfare and stuck to surveillance. It was your specialty, a skill you'd turned into a career and notably so. John Price himself had requested you for the specially important recon mission, hearing talk from your past contracts about your detailed work.
In the past, you'd not opened yourself up to be recruited to a task force in hopes that you could keep some semblance of a normal life. Once you submerged yourself in your work, that went out the window. So you agreed, flew out to the location, and were dropped on a farm bordering a nearby city, of which Captain Price wanted more information. The rest was classified.
Not long after your arrival, you'd watched an armoured truck pull up the long gravel driveway. The soldier that jumped out, Ghost- as you'd learned to call him, was also assigned to your post. At first, you'd been irritated with Price for neglecting this detail, but once you'd learned that he was quiet and kept to himself, you didn't mind.
And he kept true to that fist impression. The introduction was short, hardly sweet, lacking emotion in his eyes and any effort in his voice. He towered above you, his body like that of a goddamn bear, and it made you nervous to share a house with him.
To say you didn't sleep with your pistol loaded would've been a lie- especially the first few nights alone with him. Of course, he insisted he'd keep to the first floor of the farmhouse, but you didn't trust the worn locks to keep a man his size out.
He took the night watch, often reminding you he had never been able to sleep, and was usually still awake during the day. Occasionally, he'd sneak off and rest for a few minutes, where you'd find him with his legs up on the aged sofa, hand across his face, soft snores on every exhale. It nearly made you smile the first time you saw it.
Your days were filled with quiet. Hours spent with your eyes peering through a pair of binoculars, jotting quick notes in the margins of already-full pages. Dates, times, movement, people, places. All of it, recorded, while Ghost played defence on the balcony, and lent an extra set of eyes.
You grew to enjoy the quiet. The deliberate looks while you passed each other, the knowing glances when you'd settle by the fireplace and eat your ready-made meals together. It was a silent routine that you'd perfected within the last few months. You eventually found yourself leaving the doors unlocked, putting away your pistol while you slept.
You began to nearly read each others' minds. Smooth, seamless interactions that made everyday pass with ease. Ghost was beginning to grow on you- the calming presence he offered, the endearing, mindless conversations that took place behind a bottle of bourbon. He even had a sense of humour- fucked as it was.
He was always willing to talk, to endure your mindless chatting every once-in-a-while. You'd not had an assignment with anyone else in a long time, and though your social skills were somewhat lacking, you could see Ghost becoming more comfortable. He enjoyed himself, actually.
"Price never told me, is this your first surveillance assignment?" You asked, setting the bourbon down on the table between you.
He shook his head, the skull staring back at you becoming a bit blurry under the influence. "Been other places before. Mostly infiltration, extraction, target searches, but not my first."
You sat back in your seat, your pyjama bottoms a laughable contrast to Ghost, who still sat in his uniform. You didn't think you'd seen him change, or whether he even owned civilian clothing.
You weren't usually so lax- didn't usually let your guard down after only a few months, but Ghost seemed to lure you in. You hoped it wouldn't prove to be a mistake.
"I do this a lot. Mostly alone," You replied, watching him intently as he lifted the bottle to his lips, and took a swig.
"Guess my bein' here throws you off, then." He swallowed.
"Not at all," You shook your head, your eyes watching him closely. "It's been surprisingly pleasant. I'm not as lonely as I usually am."
His gaze softened, acknowledging your compliment with a short nod. In truth, he'd grown fond of you too. Your little quirks, your sense of humour, even the way in which you organized yourself and your things day-to-day. Your appearance was just a perk. You hadn't caught him watching you, yet- he was sure you'd go back to locking your door if you had.
His watching wasn't entirely innocent, either. He'd catch glimpses of your thighs, your stomach; even your neck drove him mad. Shamefully, he'd finished to fabricated images of kneeling between those pyjama-clad thighs, watching your face contort with pleasure. Your gentle eyes and painfully inviting lips were always teasing him.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so close to a woman, lived with a woman. Regardless of whether it was an assignment, he began to feel comfortable in the abandoned house- like it was home. And as long as you were around, he found himself entirely distracted by you- whether it be your conversation or your face. So, your allusion to finding his company pleasant made his stomach flip.
"Still lonely though?" He inquired, his thighs spreading as he made himself comfortable on the rickety chair.
"You know how it is, I'm sure," You shrugged.
He did know. Fuck, did he ever know. But he wanted to hear you say it- hear you admit how lonely you are, how badly you missed being touched, kissed, fucked. It would make his intentions much less complicated.
"Not sure I do," He shook his head.
Your lips split into a grin- he was baiting you. You decided to give in, to see where it could lead.
"There are certain parts of you that'll always be lonely. Especially in our line of work." Your eyebrows raised.
His eyes pored into yours, watching you from beneath the yellowed kitchen light. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the wooden table, before he took another shot of bourbon. You rubbed your lips together- were you making more of his charcoal eyes staring you down, or was he imagining relieving some of the loneliness you so boldly talked about?
Your confidence had ultimately been increased with your drinking, and especially as his body language welcomed you in. Open arms, thighs spread, chest out.
"Doesn't always have to be that way," He said in return- optimism; unexpected but appreciated. His hips shifted again, sitting up straight as he subconsciously leaned in closer to you. "'M sure you've got options." Right there in front of you.
Was it an offer, or simply polite reassurance?
"Not as many as you'd think. And none as tempting as the one I shouldn't even be considering." You said, your eyes slowly lifting to his.
"What's stoppin' you?" His heart pounded in his chest as he awaited your response.
"Rules," You smiled softly.
You wondered if he had any idea you were referring to himself- surely he wasn't that oblivious. He had moved himself closer to you, watched your lips and tongue as you spoke- he was intrigued.
"Fuck the rules," He shrugged.
A deep breath in allowed you the momentary rush to stand to your feet and step toward him. You were close enough to cautiously lower yourself onto his lap, moving slowly until you were sure he was interested. His large hands flew to your waist as you planted yourself firmly. His expression- the little of which you could see, at least- remained unchanged. He wasn't oblivious.
His hands slid down your sides, gently caressing your hips before rounding your body and landing on your ass. He sighed quietly, almost unnoticeably- but his chest expanded and his grip tightened. A rough squeeze of your ass made you smile.
"Fuck the rules, then," You sighed, watching him grin.
He lifted a hand to your neck, long fingers tangling themselves in your hair, pulling your face closer to his so he could press his lips to yours. His mouth was warm and pleasant- just enough moisture on his lips to be soft to the touch. Your hands wrapped themselves around his shoulders, slowly inching closer as your kiss began to deepen.
His tongue slid against yours, forcing his way between your teeth and finding the soft, welcoming muscle of your tongue. He groaned, air exhaled from his nose fanning your cheeks. You returned the exhale, desperately sucking in air as his paw-like hands grabbed at your ass.
You couldn't help but grind forward, flinching subtly when his hands would palm your ass, or he'd so easily mould you against his body. His fingers were splayed out across your skin, calloused palms scratching the exposed flesh of your backside and thighs; his breaths became quicker with every slide of your hips over his groin.
You took note of what he seemed to enjoy- he was a bit rough, handled you with hint of carelessness and desperation, but you didn't mind. He was caught up in how your breasts felt against his chest, and how the curves of your body were so easy to glide his hands over.
Your fingers lifted the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, exposing your breasts. Ghost hardly blinked, his gaze falling to the supple flesh of your chest, nipples hardening with the impact of cool air.
"Christ," He mumbled to himself, especially hoarse and deep.
"Can I?" You asked softly, your hands reaching his shirt.
With a short nod, you lifted it over his head, revealing the physique of a hardened soldier- muscular, lean, bulky. Scars and burns acquired during his deployments flexed and rippled with his movements, his biceps popping up as he reached your hips with even greedier hands.
You'd stood to slide your shorts down your thighs, watching him lean forward to watch closely, to see every bit of you as best as possible. His eyes tracked from your breasts to your hips, eyeing the panties you wore, a single finger reaching out to hook beneath the fabric and tug it down.
In one fell swoop, his fingers slipped your panties off your hips. Before you could straddle him again, he stood to his feet, a hand wrapping around your waist and slowly turning you to his chest.
Goosebumps arose from your skin, his breath fanning the back of your neck, large hands holding you to his chest as his fingers crept toward your pussy.
"Been a long time?" He asked quietly, the rumble of his voice moving through his chest to your back. You shivered.
"Yeah," You nodded absently, arching your back, widening your stance when his finger reached between your folds. "A few years," You breathed, your head turning to find his eyes.
He leaned closer, his lips beside your ear as he simultaneously found your clit, applying the smallest amount of pressure to make your knees weaken.
"Stuck to doin' it yourself, yeah?"
Your cheeks flushed with heat, nodding slowly again, against his chest.
"Yes," You gulped.
"It ain't the same, is it?" He asked rhetorically, watching your nostrils flare, your tongue wet your lips as you writhed against him. "Don't get as wet when it's your own fingers?"
You shook your head.
"You're fuckin' wet now, sweetheart," He said, gruff and satisfied. "And I ain't hardly done anythin' yet."
You accepted his deduction, knowing he was right; it had been a long time, and it wasn't the same with your own fingers. Regardless, his warm body pressing against yours, his arms pinning you to him, his hard cock against your ass- he'd already done more than he even knew.
You whimpered quietly, dropping a few inches as he applied more pressure to your clit, working in circles while his lips clung to your neck. You tilted your head, allowing him more access, and wrapped an arm around his neck.
You breathed out, collapsing against his hold, letting him have his way with your pussy. You tried to hold out, to keep yourself composed, but the long, thick fingers rubbing short circles over your clit were going to cut your willpower short. His hand gripped your hip, pulling you against him, encouraging you to grind your ass over his cock.
You did- slow movements as you simultaneously ground your hips against his fingers. His breathing had picked up in your ear, harsh exhales as he held your body in his hands. You felt his breaths fan your neck, goosebumps appearing over your skin.
His consistent pace and gentle pressure made it easy to lose every other thought and focus solely on how his actions felt. Not longer after, he'd slid finger inside you, his breath hitching subtly at the feel of your insides. Warm, silky- enveloping him like a well-cushioned bed.
"Fuck, you feel good," He cursed. "You close?" He asked, feeling your thighs tremble.
You could only nod, focusing on the rough actions of his thumb, rubbing over your clit, and his fingers curling gently inside you. Your lips parted in an effort to suck in a breath, eyes shut, savouring the build-up and moments between where utter pleasure only began to spark. It didn't take much longer, your hands holding into his arms for stability as you came over his hand.
He slowly slid his fingers from you, satisfied with the trembling, weakened mess he'd made you into. His hands gently guided you against the table, pressing your chest against the cold wood.
You exhaled sharply, feeling his palm brush down your neck, then your back, before rounding your ass and leaving a gentle smack against your plush cheek.
You twitched, unsuspecting of Ghost kneeling behind you, parting your pussy to watch the liquid arousal seep out of you. You were still convulsing, when his tongue slid against you, his lips slurping against you.
A deep grumble of appreciation left his lips, vibrating through you. Your voice was hoarse, a moan squeezed out of your lungs that bounced off the table and rang loud in your ears.
"Y'alright?" He asked, accompanied by the sound of a belt buckle and zipper being undone.
You nodded, contorting your body to watch as his jeans dropped past his hips and his cock fell from his briefs. Your eyes widened when you felt him against you- he was bigger than anticipated, and you feared the consequences of being abstinent for so many years.
Surprisingly, as he slid in, your natural lubricant allowed him to enter you with ease. The stretch still stung, a quick sensation that made your body shudder. Your hands reached out before you, gripping the table as he filled you, his hips meeting your ass.
"Sorry, love," He muttered, "So goddamn tight."
"Keep going," You whispered, your body moving to watch him again as he thrusted the first few times.
His hands slid up your back, before settling on the curve of your waist. The leverage allowed him to get a better stance, and he bent down to meet your eye-line while his cock slowly penetrated you.
His other hand moved to grasp the back of your neck, his thumb on your jugular, eyes raking over your body but especially the view of his cock sliding in and out. It didn't last long, not when he reached beneath you to flick his fingers across your clit.
You sucked in a breath, letting out a short cry at the overstimulation.
"Was thinkin' about you, like this," He grunted. "Cunt spread open on my cock, that pretty face when you take it."
He was hoarse too, out of breath as his cock slipped in and out, his fingers still working at massaging your clit.
"Take it whenever you want," You pushed out, taking in a deep breath. "Just don't stop."
"Don't say that," He groaned. "Fuck- don't say that."
"I mean it-" You whispered, your eyes filling with tears, landing your cheek against the table. "'S yours," You whispered again. "All yours."
His hips stuttered, pulling his cock out of you before you felt warm liquid land on your back. You shivered again, feeling empty and exposed as he backed away.
He grabbed the nearest cloth, wiping it swiftly over your backside before you spun around to face him.
He arranged himself, doing his belt back up and adjusting the mask over the bridge of his nose.
"Get up," He said, gesturing for you to sit on the table, one hand around your waist.
"I meant it," Your eyes drifted up and down his body, your hand on his chest preventing him from lifting you. "Now that we have, we may as well take advantage."
Ghost stood quiet for a moment, as if thinking over your deal. He nodded, subtly at first, so subtle you hadn't even noticed, but then he agreed.
"Alright. Now- get on the table, 'n' spread those legs. Been wantin' t'taste you."
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anything related of Anders??
prob some fluff where this menacing teddybear is all lovey-dovey with his girl?? or, or some teammates to lovers??
anything really, I just need something for this man as there AREN'T ENOUGH FICS ABOUT HIM!! Gosh, I need him like air đđ«
Btw, I adore your writing đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»
Thank you so much, love! I am so obsessed with Anders and you're right, there is seriously NOTHING for him. Send as many ideas you want, I'll do my best to answer them. And let me know if you want a smutty follow up.
Anders Lassen x Female Reader
Warnings: 18 + for language, blood, and canon typical violence.
Living for Later
The situation was grim at best. The soldiers in their crisp white uniforms had varying degrees of expression, from confusion to anger, and the worst of all glee. The glass case at your back digs in, the sharp edge leaving an imprint and the gun slips from your fingertips. The last of your bullets expended on the men bleeding out onto the soles of your boots.Â
âShit,â you whisper, reaching behind you for the handle on the case, seeing the axe behind it from the corner of your eye. Behind the men, you see Apple's face a reflection of the anger you feel. It wasnât supposed to go down like this. Apple quickly looks behind him, talking to someone on the ground and you strain to see anything when the soldiers close in. Two men grab each of your arms and another puts his hand around your throat. Something similar had happened the night before but this was a much less pleasant experience. You close your eyes when he moves closer whispering to you in his filthy tongue and you flinch away.Â
The group laughs as he pulls back to spit in your face. You open your eyes and see the shine of a knife and start thrashing doing everything in your power to escape. Apple finds your eyes and a smile splits across his face. Youâre ready to curse him at every language you know when the first wail of pain reaches your ears.Â
Your heart pounds as you see the wide shoulders of Anders Lassen spear his way through the soldiers. Heâs down to his last two arrows and he digs it into the eye of the one holding you, spraying blood onto the wall like a work of modern art. Heâs seriously outnumbered and you look around when the axe catches your eyes. Ripping open the case you grab the axe and shout, âAnders!â He turns and grins, grabbing the axe and letting loose the beast youâd only seen twice before.Â
Moving along the wall, you reach where Apple is watching his mouth wide. One of the men tries to grab the axe when Anders kicks him in the throat, shouting, âMy woman gave that to me!â Before planting the axe in his head. Anders heaves, his shirt coated in blood before he turns to you with a smile, âYou okay, love?â Like he didnât just brutally butcher a group of enemy soldiers.Â
You giggle and his smile grows as he crowds you against the wall, lifting your head with one finger his eyes checking over every inch of you. âAre you hurt, Min Elskede?â he asks quietly, his finger tracing over your cheek before he holds your face in his hands.Â
âNo,â you shake your head, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body, slumping against his body, âyou killed them before they had the chance.âÂ
âI would burn the world down for you,â he presses his forehead to your own, âyou know that, right?âÂ
âI know,â you reach up and press your lips to his own, âthe feeling is mutual.âÂ
âWhile this is very romantic, being covered in blood, and kissing after just saving her life. We need to get moving,â Apple interrupts, wincing when you both glare at him.Â
âJa, we need to save the world, blah, blah, blah,â Anders grabs your hand tugging him behind you, âlead the way, Apple.â Apple starts up the stairs and Anders goes to follow but stops turning to give you a look that leaves your panties dripping, âthis isnât over, later youâre mine,â he presses his mouth to your own and you moan feeling his tongue tangle with you own, before he pulls away and pulls you up the stairs.Â
You make a promise to live going up those stairs because you really wanna make it to later.
Do you want later? Let me know because that rope is giving me some thots.
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Dreams come true - Aespa High school Au- Day one
Hey, long time no see people. This is dropping out of nowhere, but this afternoon I felt incredibly inspired so this is the result of some hours of works. I always wanted a long serie involving a gender neutral Reader X Aespa. I would define this as romance/slice of life. The idea is about an on going serie, but it depends but you people, so let me know what you think about it throw comments, asks, DMs, whatever, I just need a good feedback. Maybe in the next parts I will talk about this project more, but for now enjoy and good readđ«¶â€ïž
"Oh man, I can't believe you're finally here. Do you even know how much I dreamed about going to school together? This is so freaking dope!", Mark exclaimed, jumping around you, all excited and hyper about your presence. And indeed,it was a dream coming true for both. Mark has been one of your best friends since the childhood and, even if at one point you start living in two different countries, yours friendship never changed. Just when both of you already gave up on the idea of living in the same city again, a miracle happened: you won a scholarship because of your grades. So now here you are, in your new uniform, on the street, directed towards the first day of your new school life.
It was exciting, very pressuring, but definitely exciting, as a proper first day of high school should be. Meeting new friends, new teachers, maybe even love? All these thoughts were spinning in your mind and you were so thankful that your best man was there to make everything easier. Mark was an extroverted, funny and good-looking boy, so you were sure you would have been an easy way into the class dynamics. And well...you were right: you were not entered in class yet and he already introduced you to Taeyong and Johnny. They were so funny and you immediately clicked with them. You had the hunch that this year was going to be fun.
Your entrance in the building was eye-catching since day one: backpack kept on just one shoulder, hands in the pockets and three of the most popular boys chatting and laughing with you. More than a student looked at you confused, asking to each other who the new face was. On the hallway of the second floor, where your class was, you were telling Tae of that time when Mark was so scared of an horror movie that he almost pissed himself off, when suddendly someone started running in your direction. "Oh my God, you're finally here", a girl voice screamed in your ear, making you deaf for few seconds, while launching her arms to your neck, pulling you in the most affectionate embrace of the last years.
You had not to see her face to recognize that voice; the voice who kept you company every night, the voice who shared all her secrets with you, the voice that sounds like home to you. "Aeri, I'm happy to see you too, but please stop choking me", you chuckled against her torso, while she kept squealing and squeezing you. If Mark was one of your best friends, Aeri was the definitely the other one. Honestly you know her through Mark, because back in the days you needed someone as nerdy and appasionate about manga and anime as you, so for Mark it was natural to make you two meet, even if just online. Considering that it was your first time meeting in real life, the affectionate behaviour of the girl was more than justified.
"Oh, you're the usual tsundere, such an idiot", she commented, letting you finally go, but still showing her brightest smile. Of course this scene got attentions and reactions. "Man, I wish Giselle would squeeze me too against her ches-", the desire of Johnny was interrupted by a slap on the neck of Tae, a scene that already smells like routine. "Aeri? Did I hear correctly?", a petite girl with blonde short hair appeared from behind your best friend smirking. "Yes, Aeri. How am I supposed to call her if not with her name?", you answered her, confused, looking at the two girls like if you were missing a piece. "No, you're right, Aeri is her name, indeed, but apparently she's too cool for that, she prefers that we call her Giselle", the blondie explained, taking a good look at you. "Stop it!", the japanese scolded her friend, slapping her arm. "Don't listen to Minjeong, she talks like that, but we all call her Winter here", she added, introducing finally the name of the other girl. "Uh? Winter? Is that because you like the season?", you asked, trying to find a sense to that odd name. "No, it's just because she's a cold bitch", Aeri immediately replied making you wheeze and receive a slap back from Minjeong.
After all the chaos of the past minutes, you all went into the class, because the lessons were about to start. However another moment of confusion got you inside: no one was taking a seat or leaving their stuff. "You look adorable when you are confused", Aeri teased you, pinching your cheek. "Leave my bestie alone, it would be confusing for everyone. Listen to me, this school has a weird tradition: the first day our seats are decided through a draw, in this way we avoid fights for the best spots and we're encouraged to interact with new people or some shits like that", Mark explanation was totally in his stile but at least the concept was clear. It looks like your dream about sitting with one of your best friends was destinated to remain a dream. You shrugged, whatever, you were just happy of being in the same class and you wanted to make friendship with everyone anyway.
Miss Sunny, your homeroom teacher, arrived soon enough and after introducing you to the class quickly, she immediately started the draw. Every name called got a reaction from the whole classroom. The most fun part was when Johnny and Tae were picked to seat together, making both of them curse under their breath, it was the fourth year in a row as deskmates. Another interesting pick, probably just for you, was when Mark and Aeri became deskmates too; you for sure didn't expect them to sit together. But honestly you were too busy thinking about your own fate: all the people you met were already picked, even Winter was already called. "The next student is...drum rolls...oh! The new arrived!", miss Sunny exclaimed, making everyone fix their gaze on you. You were still acting cool and nonchalant, but all that attention was killing you inside. "Let me see, where can you seat? Mhh, even if you're acting all tough, you seem a good kid...alright, go seat in the third row, on the window side. I'm giving you a coveted place, so study hard to thank me", your teacher decided, smiling at you warmly. Everyone in the class seemed to love miss Sunny and you were starting to get the reason: she was solar, funny but not nosy. You can feel the affection and love she had for her students and viceversa, even a crazy head like Mark seemed to respect her.
You went to seat, letting you go on the chair lazily, already exhausted from those attention, but relieved that the worst part was gone...probably. That scene alone made Mark and Aeri chuckle and giggle, you were just so...you in their eyes, every action screamed your essence and personality. For example everyone attached their backpack to the back of the chair, but not you, you just left it on the floor. You didn't even think about it, you were just curious 'bout your deskmate, and it was about to be decided. "And next to the new student...drum rolls...Ningning! Finally our youngest came out!", Sunny announced, reading the piece of paper she picked from the box. A short girl with brown hair collected in a neat ponytail shyly walked towards you, holding tightly her satchel. She was clearly embarassed and she said nothing nor looked at you until the teacher went ahead with the draw.
"N-nice to meet you...I'm N-ningning, but you can call me Ning if you want...I'm the youngest of our class so please take g-good care of me", she introduced herself with a soft voice, stealing glances of your figures at the end of every sentence. For some reason that made you feel at ease, it's not like you were glad about her embarassment, but meeting someone more shy than you gave you like a sense of peace. "The pleasure is mine...Ning. Let's be good friends from today, alright?", you spoke with a soft tone, offering her a kind smile and that had probably a good effect on the younger girl, because immediately seemed to have less difficulty in looking at you, furthermore the tiniest smile appeared on her lips. "Oh, wait, your name...you have to be the friend of Gigi", the tiny girl commented, realizing that your name was too familiar to be a case. "Gigi? Oh, you mean Aeri, I already forgot that here she is called this way...however yeah, I'm her best friend", you nodded, stealing a glance of your bestie, who seemed interested in your convo with Ning, even if you doubted that she could hear anything. "That's very good know. I'm very close to Gigi too, so any friend of hers is also a friend of mine", she concluded, finally showing you a proper smile, and damn if it was cute.
The first few hours of lesson flew away easily, it was more an introduction of the programs of the various subjects and some news regarding the school in general; for someone like you who was used to take few notes, you didn't even have the need of opening your backpack. Your antics surprised someone in the class, they made also raise more than an eyebrow, but probably they just had to get used to you. Talking about the class in general, you were not a lot of students, 15 to be precise, and in a way or another you already met and talked to like half of them, it was definitely a good number for your first day, at least in your standard. Ning was cuter and more comfortable with you at every chance of conversation, Winter, even if introduced as cold, was actually very funny, she always had a ready answer; Johnny and Tae were a constant show, always bickering and making the class laugh, meanwhile Aeri and Mark got you covered in every occasion, you just needed to look at them and the problem was already vanished.
One person though catched your eye fast enough: it was a beautiful and pale girl with long and black hair; despite her good look, it was not that the reason of your interest: you actually got her looking in your direction more than once. Now, you were not the type of person who starts to talk with strangers, but you had to ask her if it was all good. So, during the first moment of pause, you got up and walked towards her, gathering all the courage a shy ass like you could collect. "Ehm...hi, sorry to bother you, but I noticed that you looked at me frequently, so...do you need something?", you asked, trying to sound as nice as possible, you didn't want to be rude or anything, you were just curious. "Oh, I...", the girl looked at you, completely surprised, almost shocked by the fact she got caught. "...I was not looking at you, I just want your place", she blurted out, trying to escape from the embarassing situation. "Do you want...to sit next to Ning?", the tone of voice during your question was clearly disorientated by her reason. "What? No...I meant your place next to the window: I like to watch outside during the classes so...", the pretty girl explained herself, letting out an embarassed laugh at the end. Why does she always have to end up in these situations?
"Don't mind her, Karina is just a loser in a hot girl body, you'll get used to her soon", Aeri reassured you, while sitting on a table of the cafeteria. "She's actually one of my closest friend here with Minjeong and Ning. I wish that you could have met her in better circumstances, but it's fine, it's still pretty normal for her standards", she shrugged, taking a bite of her lunch. Somehow that info made you feel a tiny bit guilty, you didn't want to make her life harder or similar, maybe later you could have tried to apologize. "Winter, Ning, Karina...how many best friends you have, I guess my best friend role is pretty common", you teased her with an evil smirk. "Yah, you dummy! That's not true, you know that you're special", she scolded you, starting to hit your shoulder lightly. Now that you were finally living her, you were noticing how much she physical and affectionate she was; she has always been sweet and kind online, but this was a different level. However you were not complaining about it.
"Aww, the special friend, you could have said that best friend meant girlfriend", Winter joined the teasing squad, while joining your table with Mark. "Oh, shut up! We are just best friends, I told you", Giselle complained, throwing a bit of food to her friend, to hide how hard she was blushed. "Excuse me? Best friend? That person right there is MY bestie, so please keep your dirty hands away, thank you", Mark said, making Aeri gasp, indignant. "Shut up too, Mark Lee! You may even be the person who made this friendship born, but now our connection is way stronger and deeper. And what have you said about my hands? No, because I'm about to smack your dumb face with these and then...", the war of the best best friend was already started and you playfully rolled your eyes back, knowing that this discussion would be part of your daily life from that moment. "This is all your fault", you accused Winter, pointing your plastic fork towards her, while laughing. "Divide et impera, my dear", the blondie laughed back, before winking at you.
On your way back to class you let the other three go ahead, you stopped to a vending machine, buying a snack for apologizing to Karina. With poor nonchalanche. you placed it on her desk, coughing to get her attention. "So, yeah...this is for...before...because...you know...". Why was apologizing that hard for you? You just had to say sorry, and instead you were there blocked, looking like a complete idiot. "Thank you", Karina said smiling, interrupting your rambling, "you didn't have to, it was my fault, but I really appreciate it", she added with a calm tone. In that moment the loser was missing, it was the hot girl talking to you. "Oh, well, let's just forget that silly episode and become friends", you proposed, looking down to hide your red cheeks. "Friends? Sounds good to me, call me Jimin then", she accepted, caressing softly your hand as proof, and you really used all your will to not scream. Jimin really shocked you, you didn't expect her to have this deadly dualism, your heart was definitely beating faster.
You returned to your seat, still recovering from that unexpected interaction. And yet it was not the moment to relax, because Ning was looking at you with a demanding stare. "Well? What about me?", she asked, making you mind go blank. You started to blink your eyes non-stop, giving her the signal you had no idea of what she was talking about. "What about my snack? You took one for Karina but not for me, your deskmate?", she asked, scoffing and crossing her arms. "No, Ning, wait, I-", your explanation was interrupted by the fact the Ning suddendly stood up and that really made you panic, you didn't want to create a case your first day. "No, Ning, listen, it's not as you seem, it's because first it happened a thing, let me just explain-", you were interrupted again, this time by her laugh. Ning seated again, laughing so loudly that the whole class turned their heads in yours direction. "Oh my God, look at your face, the fear in your eyes is so funny", she said, holding her stomach. You looked towards your two best friends, searching for a sense of all that: Mark just shook his head while Aeri mouthed "she's a bit crazy". "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, it was just a little prank, you are not mad at me, right?", she asked, whiping away her tears and honestly you were about to give her a lesson, but then she leaned towards you and put her face on your shoulder, giving you puppy eyes. You sighed, giving up: her cuteness made you weak, maybe soon or later you will be able to resist to pretty girls.
It was long and tiring, especially on a mental level but your first day of lessons got to an end. Your social battery was so low, you just wanted to go home and rest. Mark and Gigi proposed you to hang out after school but honestly they knew so well that you were going to refuse, but it was still worthy to give a try. They at least got permission from you to take you home, or better, to the small apartment you were going to live for the next year. All the people you met that day were funny, interesting and shit but it was nice to spend your time with just your best friends. They brought till in front the door of your apartment and, after trying to enter without success, they finally went home too, but not before a last hug: Mark hug was very brotherly, while Aeri just squeezed you again. You went in, plopping on the small couch and looking at the rooftop. It was just the first day and you were already exhausted, but why then couldn't you stop to smile and be eager for the next day?
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Hi hi! Hope you don't mind that I have another request eheh... đ„Č I'd like to request smut with some build up before it, if you don't mind of course ^^; I've just been recently obsessed over those tropes of s/o(s) being apart for too long. And then thought of a reader who happens to be an intelligence officer working for KorTac. She and König aren't together yet per sĂ©, more like have fallen for each other but never got to voice it out. Now, reader is chosen to carry out espionage against their enemy. However, it lasts for a year or two. Which is risky af. Anyway, those feelings they had for each other never left and they only grew within time. Plus they really miss each other hjshjs- And then when she finally comes back, cue the reunion. Cue the confession. Andddd cue whatever happens after that. Sorry if my request is more lengthier than before đ feel free to decline
So uh yes. That's basically it. Stay safe and take care of yourself 𫶠just gonna drop this gigantic special delivery package to this wonderful writer over here (you ofc) of... Oo what's thisâ BOOM. LOVE âšđđđđâš
OMG this is such a sweet ideađ„č Never feel bad sending in a request! I love reading them and I love the challenge of bringing your idea to life! Thank you for all of the love you send my way, it is very appreciated and it makes my day to see your messages and comments! I hope you have a fantastic day and enjoy the story!
Reunion (fem)
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You stand in your room packing your suitcase as König sat at your desk chair. His eyes slowly going up and down your body, taking in how beautiful you look doing something so mundane. His mind flushed with thoughts of you, your mission, and his feelings. He has so much to say, but now isnât the right time.
âAre you nervous Maus?â König bounces his foot nervously.
âI- no.â You lie. âIt will be easy.â
âYouâre definitely the best person for the job.â
You turn and smile at him. You want to say how much youâre going to miss him while youâre away. Youâre aware that this mission will be long, maybe a year. It hurts your heart to think he might meet someone new while youâre away. What if you come back and he has a whole new life? A lot can change in that amount of time. Your heart sinks, but you continue to fake a smile for him.
You turn and face him. König looks up to meet your gaze, his pale blue eyes look sad behind his mask. The mask hiding the frown on his lips. He stands and walks to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.
âIâm going to miss you Maus,â he whispers as he rests his head on top of yours.
âIâll miss you too.â You wrap your arms around him and hug him back. âDonât forget about me.â You say with a giggle in your voice to hide the pain in that statement.
Your giggle doesnât work because König notices. His arms tightening around you, âI could never forget you, y/n.â
König has the overwhelming want to lean down and kiss your soft lips, but he canât. You two are just friends. Military code forcing him to shove his feelings for you aside to not cause any issues. Yet, underneath his uniform, he is just a man in love; desperate for a chance to touch you in a more intimate way and express his love for you. He settles for friendly hugs and breathing in your scent instead.
He pulls away from the hug and looks down at you. Your beautiful eyes looking back at him. His heart pounds in his chest, he is already starting to miss you and it hurts.
âIâll carry your bag to the garage for you.â He says closing your suitcase and picking it up.
âThank you, Kö.â
The last time you two see each other you spend 20 minutes hugging, breathing each other in. Words hanging on the tips of both your tongues, yet no one brave enough to cross that line. Both of your hearts break as you know this could be your last time together. All you can do is hope that life brings you both back together.
The mission went on longer than expected. Two years and seven months, König has been counting the days; marking off the calendar waiting for the day you finally return. The only sign that youâre alive is the intel that KorTac occasionally gets from you, but itâs been three months since the last message. He is use to a life of solitude, but without you he feels a new level of loneliness.
He walks past your room every day before returning to his own. Your room remains vacant, everything left exactly how you left it. Every night he looks at a photo of you he has tucked under his pillow, gently kissing it hoping youâll return to him soon.
It was another day of mundane tasks and paper work for König. He sat at his desk with your file pulled up on his screen, your photo attached. He marks off another day from the calendar, another day without you.  Not even intel from you.
Around 12pm, König sits with his mask off, eating his lunch he packed for himself. He wonders where you are and if youâre safe. What if youâve been captured and murdered or worse, fallen in love and decided to run off with the enemy. Being alone with his own thoughts is torture.
Just then there is a knock at his door. He rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. He was in the middle of eating. Putting his sandwich down, he picks up a napkin and cleans his mouth before pulling his mask down over his face. Again, a knock.
âAlright, come in.â König says as he straightens himself out. He minimizes your file that he has still pulled up on the computer screen.
The door opens and closes, he looks up to seeâŠyou.
Königâs jaw drops and he just sits there staring at you for a while, as if he canât believe that youâre real and standing in front of him. You look just as beautiful as you did the day you left. Nothing has changed other than your hair being longer now, and it suits you.
You stand there quietly waiting for him to say something, do something. He just sits there looking at you in complete shock.
âHey Kö,â you break the silence as you take a few steps closer.
Hearing the nickname, Kö, makes his heart flutter; only you and his mother have ever called him that. Youâre really here. He isnât hallucinating. Itâs you. Quickly he stands to his feet and walks towards you, pulling you into a tight embrace. He takes a deep breath, breathing you in. Heâs missed your scent so much these last few years, he had forgotten what you even smelled like. Forgotten just how perfect your warmth feels against his body.
Your arms quickly wrap around him, youâve been dreaming of this moment for so long. Being away from König was harder than you thought it would be. Especially for almost three years, you werenât sure if youâd be returning to the same man. Yet here he was. Your König. He waited for you.
König pulls away from the hug and moves his hands to grasp you face and turn your face so you can look into his eyes. His eyes glossy, tears threatening to fall. He doesnât speak as he just looks at your face, taking in your beauty. He hasnât seen you in the flesh for so long, itâs like he is seeing you again for the first time. His beautiful love.
Without thinking, König pulls his mask off; revealing his face to you for the first time ever. He leans down and gently presses his lips against yours; slowly out of fear of rejection, yet once your lips touch, you donât pull back or turn away. You kiss back with even more passion, making König melt inside. He grips your face a little tighter as he begins to kiss you harder, matching your passion.
Breaking away, he rests his head on yours, tears now falling down both of your faces.
âI was scared I would never see you again.â His voice breaks as he speaks to you.
âI know,â your breathing shutters.
He pulls away slightly as you look up at his face. You take in all of his features that have been hidden all these years of friendship. HeâsâŠbeautiful. Youâve thought of what he might be hiding all this time, itâs just scars. They only add to how attractive you see him.
âKö, Iâm in love with you.â The words flow out of your mouth as if itâs word vomit.
Your heart begins to pick up and you swallow hard, waiting for his response. Your hand reaching out to wipe tears away from his eyes as they fall.
âIâm in love with you too, y/n. I always have been.â His voice cracks.
He leans down and his lips meet yours again, his tongue licking your lips as they part to accept him. He lets out a soft moan as he tastes you for the first time. Heâs wanted this for a long time, since the day you stayed behind with him after a failed mission. That was the day he fell in love with you.
His hands drop down to your waist as he begins to push up the hem of your shirt, his warm hands caressing your soft skin. You donât stop him; your body has always craved him. Youâre his now, in this moment, and forever. Slowly pulling away from your lips, his eyes drop down your body.
âIs this okay?â He seeks you consent before continuing. His hands continue to caress your waist, moving up slowly.
You nod your head, closing your eyes as his lips come back to meet yours. You continue to make out as his hands move up your body. He begins to pull you shirt up, breaking the kiss to take your shirt fully off. He looks down at your breasts cupped in your bra. He brings you closer to him as he can wrap his arms around you and unhook your bra. You let the bra drop from your body.
König quickly drops to his knees, his lips finding your breasts and kissing all over, his lips grazing over your nipples giving you chills. His hands fumble with the button of your pants as he undoes it. Pulling down your zipper, he looks up at you. His hands wrap around the top of your pants and pull them down with your underwear.
His eyes look at the soft bush between your legs before he kisses your stomach and hips. You lean back against the wall and he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. Slowly he kisses down your thigh thatâs resting on him. He finally begins to kiss the soft hair covering your sacred area. He takes a deep breath, taking in your scent completely. He has always wanted to be graced with the privilege of giving you pleasure, and here he is finally.
He sticks his tongue out and licks from the bottom to the top, his tongue making small circles over your clit. He canât believe just how sweet you taste. The small moans leaving your lips mixed with the smell of your arousal making his cock rock hard in his cargos. He begins to suck lightly on your clit, flicking his tongue over it as he does. Your legs begin to tremble and jerk.
You look down at him as he eats you out, your fingers gently combing through his blonde hair. You could have never imagined that he would be this good as he begins to focus in on your clit. Legs shaking you moan out, calling his name. You feel a rush, a build up of pleasure.
Knowing that youâre about to cum, König keeps his rhythm. You push his face into your cunt, forcing him to only breathe in your sweet natural musk. His face covered in your arousal; he canât take it anymore.
He moves your leg off of him gently as he stands up. He begins to quickly undo his belt and take his pants off. He pulls his shirt off, revealing his Greek god like body to you. You just look at him, in awe. The same way he looks at you.
You both stand there looking at each otherâs bare bodies. König just canât get enough of you. He walks closer to you and scoops you up in his arms. He walks to his desk chair with you. He sits slouched in the chair as you sit on his lap, your wet pussy rubbing against his erection. You lean in and kiss his lips as he moans softly feeling a tease of what your warmth will be like.
With no regard for safe sex, you lean forward, reaching down and grabbing his cock to guide it into your pussy. Once the tip squeezes in you both let out a harmonious moan. Your eyes studying his face as he is focused on watching you stretch around his cock.
Your hands on his shoulders for balance, you continue to sit down until König bottoms out inside of you. His hands squeezing the supple flesh of your thighs as he submits to you and lets you take control of your shared pleasure. Your tight cunt squeezing around him, breasts bouncing in his face as you move over him. His muscles flex as he assists you in your movements.
âOh ScheiĂe, Maus. You feel so fucking good.â He moans out as his head falls back against the back of the chair; eyes closed. He has never felt this level of pleasure before with another partner. The sound of your wet cunt filling the space between your shared moans and panting.
âKö,â you whimper out as your hands move to his chest, fingers digging deeply into his skin.
König opens his eyes and looks down at your cunt eagerly trying to milk him. A creamy white ring circling the base of his cock, and he can smell the sex in the air. He canât hold on anymore. He wraps his arms around your abdomen and holds you close to him while he begins to quickly thrust up into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You begin to moan out loudly, definitely loud enough to be heard from the hallway, but he couldnât care less.
âI-Iâm going to- ah,â König couldnât even speak as he begins to sweat from his rapid movements. His hands grasping your ass as he begins to roughly push you down on his cock. You can feel him throbbing deep inside of you as he cums. His cheeks turning slightly red from embracement of not lasting longer.
Your lips meet his with desperation as you both kiss. His hands still gripping you tightly as you rest on him, as if you might leave again if he lets go. Breaking the kiss you both look into each otherâs eyes. One of his hands leaving your body and moving up to caress your face gently.
âAre you mine?â König sounding so submissive and gentle, a side no one ever sees of him.
âOf course.â
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congrats on 1k followers jess!! I'm so glad I found your blog bc your writing is just amazing! here's to many more milestones!! can I request the prompt âi told you i have a meeting in an hour! get out of the bathroom!â from the champagne list with the silly white haired man aka gojo <333
thank u miya đ«¶đŒ !! ilysm <333 i hope you enjoy :3
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youâre rushing around your apartment, struggling to put on your uniform as you fix your hair a bit.
âsatoru have you seen my uniform top?â you shout, eyes landing on the closed restroom door, you knock quickly.
âyes?â he asks, the door only cracking open a bit so you can see a sliver of his face.
âI told you i have a meeting in an hour! get out of the bathroom i still have to brush my teeth and fix my hair and-â satoru closes the door on you.
âhey!â your brows furrowing and your voice going up a higher pitch.
âif i open this door then youâre gonna leave me!â he calls from behind the closed door.
âsatoru itâs a meeting with the higher upsâ you sigh, glancing at the clock on the wall. you had to leave now if you didnât wanna be late. âI canât afford to be late like you can, pleaseâ you beg, knocking on the door again.
satoru cracks the door open again.
âi havenât seen you all weekâ the small pout on his face is evident even with only an eight of his face showing.
âi know pretty, Iâm sorryâ your lips turning downwards as he opens the door a bit more, âi wonât take long i swearâ you promise, hoping it would encourage him to let you in the restroom.
but as soon as the door swings open and youâre about to step in, satoru is grabbing you, the air around you whooshing violently and the ground beneath your feet turning into the familiar floor of Jujutsu halls.
âwhat the fuck!â you scold, look at your boyfriend and smoothing you hair down, âsatoru i look terrible whatâs wrong with you? Iâm wearing a stained shirt!â you cry, looking around, thankful no one else is in the hall.
satoru is quick to shield your body with his, peeling his black t shirt off and handing it to you, a smirk on his face as your eyes wander down to his abs.
âthought you were in a hurry?â he teases, you snicker before taking your dirty shirt off and replacing it with his, grumbling as you check your reflection in one of the windows.
âgod theyâre gonna think Iâm so unprofessional, theyâre gonna hate me and-â satoru cuts your words off by grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into him.
âyouâll be fine sweetheart, Iâll sweet talk âem when youâre through with themâ he smiles, you shake your head as soon as the proposition leaves his mouth.
âif anything theyâll hate me even more by association!â your lover pouts at your words, kissing your cheek before letting you go. wishing you good luck as you walk into the room.
the meeting didnât take long, and satoru was teleporting the two of you home in no time, glad to be back home with your lover.
âdonât ever teleport me away before Iâm done getting readyâ you say, looking up at your boyfriend, a grin on his face as he nods.
âokay i wonâtâ he says, already heading back towards the door.
âwhere are you going?â you ask, brows furrowing as he opens the front door.
âi had a meeting with them like three hours agoâ he laughs, waving goodbye with a soft smile, âsee you in a bit!â
âsatoru gojo!â you scold, but the only response you get is a sing songy âlove you~!â as he closes the door behind him.
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SYNOPSIS: After so many years together, Leon is insecure about his dad body.
PAIRING: VendettaÂĄHusbandÂĄLeon x WifeÂĄFÂĄReader
WORD COUNT: 1.316k
WARNINGS: NSFW/SMUT. Kinda subÂĄLeon. In front of the mirror, exhibitionism. Mentions os male anatomy, description of male anatomy. Jerking off, ect.
NOTES: Just needed to comfort this man, I'm trying to keep active and write more, even if i have a lot of ideas, I can't write.
That's what i got after days thinking about it, hope you guys like đ«¶đ» credits to creator of this bot for the plot idea.
FRISSON: (n.) A shiver of pleasure
The unique scent of the fritter on the pan is the first that comes into your nostrils by the morning, your eyes still fighting to stay open under that comfortable dim orange light of the sun coming from your windows. You can hear heavy footsteps on the wooden floor, knowing exactly that it is your dear husband, Leon, heâs walking to the kitchen youâre in, making breakfast for your kids and him.
Itâs been weeks since your sexual life with Leon has beenâŠvain. For some unknown reason, heâs been way too distant, especially after heâd stopped going to the gym. He would do it under lights off, or not even doing nothing to satisfy both sexual needs. These facts may be related but you canât really put them together and understand what your husband is feeling to not share any moment of intimacy with you, who has been his wife for many years now. The heavy footsteps are overheard by two fastened little feets on the floor, along with giggles and an unheard chatter, that quickly is responsible for bringing a bit more joy to your lazy face. You knew that it was your kids coming to the kitchen as well.
When the two tiny bodies sat on the chair, they were looking at you, their eyes squinting as they both carried Leonâs smile.
ââMommy! Good morning.â They sang in a choir, seeming almost essayed. You giggled, nodding your head along with their happiness so early on the day.
ââGood morning, my love.â This was Leonâs voice now. The phrase was stretched on his tongue as he sat down in front of the little girl and the boy.
ââBreakfast is almost ready. The two of you are already dressed in your uniforms?â
Both of the kids hummed together, already anxious to eat the food and start a new day at school.
When the two twins dashed out through the door and waved at both of you and Leon, going inside the bus and leaving for the day. You sighed when the bus faded into the street, a faint smile on your face as you saw Leon turning to go to the bed and read his every day newspaper.
You followed him, and found his body splayed on your shared bed, his lips pursed together and his squared glasses on. Youâve always found him adorable that way. With a soft chuckle, you crawled to the bed, planting some moist kisses all over his face, making him grumble about it under his teeths.
ââWhat got you so distant these days?â You murmured, voice full of concern as Leon looked at you, very confused.
ââDistant? What are you talking about?â
The newspapers are slipped to rest on top of his chest, Leon pushes his glasses off to lay them on the headboard next to the bed.
ââYeah, I've noticed, Leon. Youâre not even changing in front of me anymore. Thereâs something wrong?â One hand comes above his, your thumb caressing his skin to soothe him down while abroading the topic.
ââThereâs nothing wrong.â He looked away, and you knew him way too good to know heâs lying.
ââLeon.â You insisted.
ââIâm telling you the truth.â
ââWeâve been together for thirteen years total. I know youâre lying.â Leon cursed under his teeths, and you heard his upset from you knowing him so well like that.
ââFine. There IS something wrong.â
ââAnd can I know what it is?â Nuzzling closer to his body, you could feel his same scent as always, which youâve always recognized him for. Your hands never stopped from soothing him down. After a couple of seconds in silence, he answers.
ââIâm not quiteâŠcomfortable with my body.â
ââWhatâs wrong with your body?â
ââItâs not the same as when youâve met me.â He sighed in disappointment, kissing his own teeths to make any sound to not look so pathetic.
ââWhatâs the problem with that?â Leon felt as if youâre not understanding the situation, he took your hands and pressed them together, looking directly in your eyes.
ââMy love, I'm not the same Leon. Not the same toned man that youâve knewâŠiâm just pathetic now with this fuckingâŠdad body.â
Your head fell unconsciously to the side, completely confused with his words. Thatâs not a single bit of how you saw Leon, and the only thing you wanted is that he saw himself the way you saw him. Leon was visibly frustrated with his own body, and you never saw him like this before in all those years together.
ââI donât see any problem with your body, my love. In fact, itâs normal that you canât keep the same shape after so many years.â
ââThatâs because you didnât saw my body yet, you wouldnât understand.â Leon whispered, turning his body slightly to the side so you wouldnât see his belly through the shirt.
ââYou know I wouldn't judge you for that, my dear. Your body isnât going to change my love for you.â
Just like the words were exactly his fear, his eyes dazed off at the same instant, perplexed. Itâs like heâs been thinking you would leave him after seeing his body so differently.
ââYou saw me in the worst moments, carrying your childrens with my body all swollen and sore. Why would I judge you from not keeping in shape?â
His lips pursed, he let your hands slip from his and faced the wall, still hammering that thought on his mind.
ââAnd I trust you, very much. Iâm justâŠafraid, I guess..."
What you didn't expect was that a few minutes later, Leon would be splayed in the bed, legs wide open and head against your shoulder. His lips parted and let a few grunts leave from them, which is now swollen from biting them so much as he does.
The best way to show him how much you appreciate him completely, was to show through your eyes. So you planted him in front of the mirror, body pressed against yours as your hands were moving alongside his tummy, unconsciously sliding even way more down to underneath his boxers. His eyes were fluttering, almost fighting to stay open as your free hand held his chin.
â"Look in the mirror, Leon. I want you to see how handsome you are." He squirmed on your hand, you felt the way his breath hitched in between his teeths.
Leon looked straight, trying his best not to close his eyes. But the waves of shock that your fingertips on his skin are sending to him, are hard to handle. He felt vulnerable nonetheless, but the pleasure was undeniable.
â"SlowâŠslow down." The blonde man hissed when your naughty hands found the way to his already erect penis, only enough to squeeze the swollen tip, knowing so damn well that would send him over the edge.
And just as you thought, it did. A single touch, and Leon was down bad for you. His head fell back into your shoulders, his throat letting a loud lewd moan slide out. He was really sensitive after weeks without not even seeing your body properly, and he dreamed about being touched this way by you again. Even if he wanted, the insecurities were munching on the back of his mind, even though he's very happy you noticed his abrupt change of mood and are now trying to put some senses into his mind.
â"I don't want you to ever doubt yourself anymore. You're handsome, and I loveâŠEvery. Single. Inch. Of. You." Syllabically speaking, each word was a kiss on his neck, only to keep him way more desperate than he already is. â"Did you understand?"
â"Y-Yes! YesâŠ,yes I did, ma'am." His voice lowered an octave, he was already so needy for you that he can't even think straight. You flooded his mind with thoughts of you, giving no space for the insecurities â At least for a long time.
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"Lovesick (Interlude)"
Chuuya x fem! reader - highschool AU
A/N: hii how are yall doing, its the weekend and yk what that means đ thank you to all to those who have send me requests! i have read them all and plan to write all of them đ»đ«¶
thank you sm @sstarshroom for the request again đ«¶đ
content: detention w your friend and school gangster chuuya nakahara, oneshot, pre-relationship (almost), romance, fluff, friends to lovers, idiots in love, i was thinking of kunikida when writing the teacher but then i realised he and chuuya would be the same age đš
"This behaviour is unacceptable, Nakahara, I'll be calling your brother. Sit down."
A deep hoarse voice pierces through the late silence of the empty classroom, your teacher clicks his tongue in annoyance as he urges your classmate, Chuuya, to take a seat. The teenage boy, in his school uniform, shrugs and strides his way to the empty desk next to yours. "Ah," your teacher scoffs, stopping dead in his tracks. "Sit somewhere else, you need to learn your darn lesson." the man points an angry finger at the ginger, you look over to him, suppressing bits of laughter as Chuuya glares at the floor in irritation before taking a seat a few desks away from you.
He had short orange hair and piercing blue eyes, not the kind of blue that was like that of an ocean or jewel, but a dark, whirling storm. Chuuya Nakahara was a classmate of yours who was relatively short, athletic, independent and smart; but he had a pretty big issue within school, violence. Fights on fights on fights, the kid really couldn't catch a break from beating up people, could he? From what you've accumulated, he loved taekwondo as a kid until now before forming a loving bond with soccer; Chuuya loved fashion and forming good impressions, so it wasn't much to your surprise for him to show up to school on a motorcycle to achieve some 'gangster' look.
He loved stray dogs and begrudgingly fed stray cats, the loudness of the teenage boy was normal; but it brought some sort of fondness towards you, especially as friends. Yeah, you enjoyed having a nice friendship with the scruffy Chuuya Nakahara, the human embodiment of a chihuahua or grumpy cat. Sometimes, he forced you to go on morning runs with him, or rant about the future wine he was to buy and collect - 'bullshit', you thought, who would spend 30 grand on alcohol?
The redhead had a few friends in school - you, Albatross, the honour roll and senior student Kouyou Ozaki, his friend group who called themselves 'Sheep', based on a movie or something. Oh, and Dazai, well, you weren't sure if they were really friends or not - but by the looks of it, they seem to be the closest out of everyone else.
"No talking."
Your teacher orders, clicking the door open ready to leave; he sends an exaggerated glare at the both of you in the dim classroom that makes you suppress a cackle. Then, he finally left - his leather shoes clicking against the school floors. A heavy silence entered the empty classroom, hearing your teacher's ghostly footsteps until they disappeared. Chuuya then scoots his chair far closer to you, an irritated but victorious smile accompanied by the pleasant features of his face.
"Now how'd you end up in detention?" He questions with a proud smirk, patting your shoulder affectionately. "Slept in class," you chuckle, sighing, then resting your head atop the wooden desk; the ginger laughs in amusement, his angry mood quickly dissipated at the simple conversation with you. "what did you do this time?" you question, quirking a brow as the redhead scoffs, "The usual, beat the shit 'outta Osamu." he clicks his tongue. "Again? Over what?" you snicker casually, it wasn't very good to be friends with a school delinquent - but you knew he wasn't that bad, considering he was in tears watching 'A Dog's Way Home'.
"Poetry," Chuuya mutters, looking away shamefully, making you smile cheekily and laugh at the stupid reason. "Poetry?!" you smack his back playfully, making the boy wince in pain at the aggressive happiness. "He fuckin' said my love poems were shitty, that's not true!" You laugh at him for a split second, before cocking another brow. "You write love poems?" the ginger goes beet red at your realisation, before turning away and blushing, "It's just- whatever," Chuuya quips, you chuckle in pure amusement. "I never thought you would ever write a poem, a love poem especially." The boy scoffs, "The more you know, I guess."
"So then, who's it to?" You ask with curiosity filling your eyes, elbows planted clean on the desk. Chuuya shakes his head in denial, pursing his lips, not wanting to speak up. "That doesn't matter." he quips, biting his inner cheek in a flustered crisis; you only smile cheekily at his reactions, leaning in closer to his face, "Osamu?" the ginger flinches and almost flies off his seat at the name, scoffing absolutely baffled. "No!! What the hell?" you laugh, hitting the desk at the moment, watching as a small smile creeps on the redhead's face, his cheeks flushed a rosy pink. "Did I not just say I beat the shit outta him?"
You both scoff and turn your heads away, "Well - you never told me you liked somebody." the redhead purses his lips in annoyance, "'Cause ya didn't need to know." you quirk a brow at the heavy tension in the room, both of you getting quiet. "So then who is it?" you ask again, tracing shapes on the wooden desk in front of you. "I can't tell you," the redhead states, fiddling with his fingers; you part your lips in a teasing manner, "Just tell me and-"
"and ruin our friendship?"
you widen your eyes at Chuuya's words, the ginger looks painfully ashamed at his slip-up, swiping his tongue against his inner cheek with the scrunch of his face. "What?" you blink, staring at him under the dimly lit lighting. "What?" he repeats, completely stunned at his own words.
A heavy silence filled the room, the boy pensively squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. "Does that mean what I think it does?" You choke out, a pink blush prominent on your cheeks; the redhead runs a hand through his hair in mild frustration. "Sorry," Chuuya shies away, turning his head to face away from your pretty gaze.
In all those months of torturous school, you've met a nice boy by the name of Chuuya Nakahara. He loved soccer, taekwondo, motorcycles, and music, and had many friends that he held near and dear to his heart. To you, he was a short, competitive, school troublemaker that roamed those crowded hallways arguing with Osamu with boring eyes. But to him, you were a girl who kept him awake on those terrible, sleepless nights, he thought of your name when he was first introduced into poetry, and he gets reminded of your bright smile as he thinks of the word 'sonnets'. To the boy, sometimes he felt out of touch with reality; because he hated the thought of falling in love, he despised the slow melody in romance songs, but meeting you only made his life slow down, just like the poetic rhythm of a cheesy song.
No, Chuuya was an idiot in denial; everybody could tell - especially when he got hit in the face with a soccer ball as you captured his gaze, his vision blurred to only your perfection and your perfection only. Chuuya Nakahara, the boy who was your friend for God knows how long; is terribly lovesick because of you.
"You shouldn't be," you mutter, brushing your fingertips over his soft hands; the ginger only widens his eyes at your words and lingering touch, the sparkle in his eyes signalling his greatest happiness. "I like you too," you whisper, locking eyes with the floor as the heat in your cheeks never seems to dissipate. Chuuya's fingers shook slightly in shock, his lips parting ever so slightly; he stared at your beautiful features in that damn classroom, the soreness of his knuckles fading as your words were the best yearning kisses to it he could ever ask for.
"..Can I kiss you?"
He stammers, watching as your lips curve into a smile he adored so much. "You're such an idiot." you laugh, fingers grazing to cup his soft cheeks ever so softly, pulling his lips into a sweet kiss. Chuuya's heart thumped loudly in his chest, his shaky hands flying to your waist and hand to cradle them with the affection that danced with the praise he sang in all those poems. The redhead's hitched breath tickled your lips as you slowly interlock, eyelids and pretty eyelashes fluttering shut at the tummy twisting feelings; you both had fuzzy minds, losing the ability to even think straight.
And as you felt his endearing lips reanimate any bore or sadness in that tedious classroom, you found the dim lighting to be the most tacky source of illumination; because Chuuya was - a graceful presence that made any fairytale or novel vanish in envy.
"You two!! I leave you right under my nose and this is what happens?!"
Your teacher storms in, completely enraged with a hint of amusement as you both scream in terror.
Yeah, you were both fucked, but at least you got a great, loving boyfriend out of it?Â
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Can you do a izana fic? where he falls for the reader at first sight? It would be too cute!!! Tyyy
Hello and thank you for your request, if you want part two of this, tell me and I will be happy to write it. đ«¶đ»
Fall in love at the first sight
âą Izana x reader
âą warnings: mentions of sadness, depressive behavior
A sunny, calm, silent and a little melancholy afternoon, Izana would say if he could define it. He was sitting looking at the city dock.
He was in a state of tranquility or at least that's what it seemed like from afar, the reality is that the white-haired man felt empty, broken. He himself couldn't define it, but he knew that something inside hurt. Maybe remembering the tragedy of his life, or remembering Shinichiro, he doesn't know.
His hair moved gently in the wind, appearing calm, but his repairs became irregular, and his eyes began to water without asking permission. Anguish, perhaps that's what Izana was feeling, he lowered his head, forming an even more melancholic image, perhaps loneliness embraced him and that's what he belonged to, those thoughts passed through the young man's head.
The violet-eyed man didn't realize that he was being watched by a young woman who had worried too much.
-'I hope he's not thinking about doing what I think he's going to do' said the young y/n, she was very afraid of having to witness such a tragic act.
-'I have to go, even though I don't have the guts, come on y/n! you can' the movie and/h he encouraged himself.
Without thinking for another moment he walked towards the young man who seemed depressed and shouted
-"STOP!"
Izana, without waiting for that sudden scream, turned around ready to act in defense until he saw a female figure approaching him quickly. When she was at a reasonable distance she decided to stop to breathe, she had forgotten her terrible physical condition.
Izana still couldn't see the face of that strange young woman who yelled at him since she had her head down trying to catch her breath. Meanwhile y/n could make out that red uniform, and of course, it was that of one of the most dangerous gangs in the city;
-'Great y/n you're brilliant, you yelled at a gang member and now you can't even look him in the face, just great. You will die in the stupidest way possible' but she quickly remembered why she was there and that it was not the time to mentally fight with herself for her impulsive decisions.
So she raised her head with the dignity she had and (with his eyes closed since he was not brave enough to look at him) he said quickly and almost without modulating the words:
-"please don't throw yourself away, I know that life sometimes It seems like shit but there is always something good that rewards it, so don't do it, please!" and slowly opened his eyes expecting to see a gang member ready to beat her up for her meddling .
But to her surprise she found beautiful violet eyes, now that she thought about it, the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in her life and coming out of that bubble he can see the tears falling from them.
The young woman quickly forgot her fear of the gang member and took his hand, trying in some way to show that she was trying to support him, even though she didn't even know his name.
Izana couldn't really explain what he was feeling or why he was allowing himself to show this level of weakness to a stranger who had taken her hand without permission.
But perhaps it goes without saying that the white-haired man had never seen someone like that young woman, so beautiful and with the purest look he saw, that despite not even knowing who she was, he went and tried to help him.
Was it perhaps a justified weakness? Not even he knows. What he does know is that he wants to continue seeing that look and that he will not waste this miracle.
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Hi! Is it possible to get an imagine where Ghost accidently walks in on reader changing (they're together and reader doesn't mind) but Ghost kinda freaks out and insists he can wait outside until they're done. I feel like with his past he'd constantly worry about invading people's privacy/violating them in anyway, so maybe just some fluffy reassuring him that he's ok and he makes reader feel safe? Sorry if that's a lot đ«¶
àŒ Poise | Simon Riley
Warning(s): !!brief references to ghost's trauma/SA!!, established relationship, mentions of sex/nudity, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, gn!reader
âËà·ËËË Word Count: 1.2k
êŠê· MAIN MASTERLIST ê·êŠ GHOST MASTERLIST
// have a request? ËËË ASK BOX ËË- âĄâ§âËâ§Ë ă AO3 VER. ă
A/N: Tried my best to handle this topic respectfully. Definitely an underused, under-discussed part of Ghost's character.
Simon Riley was a complicated man, to say the least.
But he never intended to let his complications rub off on you â no matter how much suffering he voicelessly endured to ensure that.
Whether it was weeks into the relationship or months, his walls were still standing tall. Certain things: he just couldn't do with you. Reviewing old photographs of himself, going to a park where children run joyously with their parents, nor could he do anything to invade your privacy.
To you, your involvement with him was at a pivotal point. Where there wasn't a need to be bashful around the other and withhold the petty grievances.
Though, Simon's skeletons were anything but quaint.
There was weight to them; weight you only bore a measly tinge of. He never told you details, only bits and pieces of what he had been through. Those serious talks were scarce and short-lived â forgettable, even, if it weren't for the woeful nature of his past memories.
ă ⥠ă âą ă ⥠ă âą ă ⥠ă âą ă ⥠ă
Per usual, he had gotten up long before you. It was a typical sight; laying in the empty bed unsure if Simon was even home, because of his default stealth. Even though you knew he wasn't beside you, your fingers outstretched to his side, palming the sheets that had gone cold in his absence.
With a drowsy sigh, you peeled back the plush comforter, revealing the remnants of the lustful night before. Or, the lack of remnants, considering you were still rid of your clothes.
Through the curtains, the risen sun engulfed the shared bedroom, illuminating its lackluster decor â at least on his portion of it. Little decor, no pictures or clutter out, clothes folded and hung neatly as he would with his uniforms on base.
After a few minutes of gathering your strength, you climbed out of bed and approached the dresser, giving your fatigued eyes a rub. You dug through the clothing piles until you found an outfit suitable for a slothful day in with him.
You set the pickings on the edge of the bed. Following, you were slipping into a fresh pair of undergarments, listening intuitively for any sound of your lover, which wasn't an easy task.
Simon ambled up the staircase, on his way to the ensuite washroom to retrieve the watch he took off to shower. In his mind, you were still fast asleep, especially after last night. His fingers clamped around the knob, opening it with slowness.
In a matter of seconds, he was poisoned with a sensation of unbearable discomfort, as well as disgust towards himself. Seeing you, nude and vulnerable rather than slumbering in the bed.
"Shit, I'm sorry, love." Unlike before, he handled the door with haste â closing it like he had just walked in on a stranger.
Your mouth remained slightly agape with bafflement, paired with a feeling of unease for him. You were only changing, and it wasn't the first time he had seen you undressed. This wasn't a little hiccup in the day, nor an off-beat moment that you could laugh at later on.
Something gravely upset him, and it wasn't your bare skin.
Quicker than before, you changed into the remainder of your outfit. As well as fixing up the rest of your appearance; an excuse to figure out how to approach the subject.
You exited the bedroom, giving the door a gentle close. No sign of Simon down the hall, not in the living room, either. You checked the office next, finding nothing but another uninhabited space. Lastly, you crept through the kitchen with wary arms folded across your chest.
Then, you caught a glimpse of Simon's unstirring silhouette through the window. Slouched while sitting on the steps of the deck; a thousand-mile stare into the garden.
He didn't flinch when the patio door shut behind him, not even when you sat beside him on the steps.
"This isn't about me being naked, is it?" You spoke into the crisp mid-morning air, feeling the unforgiving bite of it overwhelm your exposed skin and lips.
Simon scoffed at your poor attempt to lighten the bleak mood, giving you a brief glance. If only thingsâ if only he were that uncomplicated. "No, it's not you. Nothing like that."
You nod your head, trusting that his blunt nature wouldn't allow him to stifle a thing as serious as that. If he truly wasn't attracted to you or your frame, you wouldn't be resting your head on his shoulder.
For a few minutes; the conversation stopped. Only the occasional passing car in the distance or an animal or insect chirping. The leaves blew gently, until the breeze eventually found the both of you, sending a bitter, unforgiving autumn wind.
The silence was fine; it was common with him. But it wasn't fine when you knew he was swallowed by sorrowful thoughts.
"Can I..." You began, still keeping your head pressed firmly against his solid shoulder. "Can I ask what's wrong? Why you wouldn't stay in the room?" Asking what happened was too far, and you were already walking a narrow line. He wouldn't hold it against you if you got too invasive, but that wasn't a chance you wanted to even consider.
Simon's flashbacks hadn't ceased for a minute. Not since he shut the bedroom door behind him and sat out here.
The worst part? None of it was your fault. It had nothing to do with your bare skin, not even him catching a glimpse of it. His inner voice had him convinced he overstepped; that he made you feel used and violated by proxy.
He sighed heavily, saying a thousand words with a mere exhale. "Things you don't need to hear, sweetheart. Trust me on that." That was one way of putting it lightly, considering the gravity of what he had endured years ago.
"Listen, Simon," your fingers roamed along his shoulders, caressing down his back, careful to avoid the scars he didn't want you to touch. "I feel the pain you walk around with, I do. Every moment we're together, it doesn't rest."
He nodded his head slowly, closing his eyes for a moment to absorb the bleed of your words. You weren't sugarcoating the rawness of how his past affected you, nor were you judging him for it.
"But you didn't hurt me, alright? You did nothing wrong." Your voice couldn't have reached deeper. The tightening of his chest had uncoiled a bit, soothing his silent episode of derealization.
Simon's shaky fingers found your cheek, caressing against your chilled flesh with a tender firmness, "don't think I deserve you and that bleeding heart."
Your brows knitted with benevolence, returning the same gloomy gaze his amber eyes were emitting. Following his words, you shook your head, gripping his wrists gently.
"You do deserve it," you retorted gently, "nobody makes me feel safe like you do." You had never said something more truthful. He really did make you feel safe, in every sense. Intimately, romantically, even just as another human being you decided to spend your time with.
"C'mere." Simon murmured, shortly before nudging your head in the direction of his lap, allowing you to lay against him completely.
Whether he believed you or not, that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he hit the jackpot with you. Someone who didn't tip the scale, who didn't need to be privy to his every sorrow.
You were there purely to be there for him, expectant of no rewards or praises â though Simon would definitely give them soon enough.
In his own, deeply complicated, way.
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since you're writing jjk headcanons can I request some for Megumi? take your time!
GOOD LORD THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS
HE'S MY BABYđđ«¶
I'm all seriousness, you'd probably be his first relationship.... it's not that he didn't want to be in one in the past, he just has the habit of appearing 'aggressive' when it comes to interacting with potential suitors
He's clueless when it come to love and relationships. And it's not like he can just go and get advice from Gojo or Itadori... (they'll still try to help) So take your time with him. Don't try and rush the relationship
His love language is acts of affection. Both receiving and giving. He isn't the best when it comes to expressing himself so if you come home to a clean home and a nice cooked meal, just know he's been thinking of you
He secretly loves getting gifts from you. He'll act all grumpy and say "Why'd you waste your money of something like this?' But the second you're gone, he blushes bright red and adds the gift to the collect he stores in the back of his closet
Now as for a sexually active Megumi... I could talk about it all dayđ€©
HE'S A MASSIVE VIRGINđŁđŁđŁ
All of you with corruption kinks... Megumi is your man
Raging daddy kink...
Like that's the one good thing Toji gave him. So as you pound Megumi into oblivion and you hear the quiet whining for 'Daddy' just know you're doing great!
He isn't a fan of facing you, he's too embarrassed. If you have him in missionary or any other position that allows you to look at each other's faces, he'll turn his head away or shove it into the closest pillow or blanket
Has definitely had a wet dream about you AND Itadori. It fucked him up so back. He was so confused đ and felt guilty for having sexual thoughts about someone who isn't you
But if you're down for it, with a little convincing, he'd invite Itadori over just for his best friend to see him getting his back blown
Megumi really wants to get better at giving head. I can see him being pretty average at it, both with pussy and dick. But he wants to be so good it leaves you breathless and seeing stars!!!
He's honestly really vanilla when it comes to kinks but he likes to play along with your fantasies. He's a service sub at its finest
He likes the idea of being owned. He just wants to be loved and appreciated. And if that means having you put a collar on him under his uniform so he knows you'll never leave him, YOU BETTER DO IT!!!
Okay that's it before I go on a tangent.
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Iâll Be There for You
Angst, fluff
Levi Ackerman x gn!reader
Levi comes to your rescue when youâre dealing with negative feelings/depression :)
Warnings: cussing, negative self talk, allusions to depression, thoughts of death
A/n: if this fic helps even one person feel a bit better, then Iâve done my job𫶠much love to any of you who are or ever have felt this way; youâre worthy, youâre loved, and you have so much more life to experience so please donât give up and always keep fightingâ€ïž Iâm here for anyone who needs it and donât be afraid to reach out!! Much love to you allâ€ïž
Quite simply, you just wanted to lay in your bed and rot into the mattress, never to be seen again.
You didnât know what brought on these feelings, you just knew you wanted no part of them. You would much rather sleep the hours away in hopes that they would leave on their own, but that wasnât an option; you had to go to work. Trying to get out of bed each day was a Herculean task when it felt like your limbs were made of concrete. Inside your head were swirling thoughts of insecurities pertaining to every facet of your life.
Iâm horrible at my job.
Everyoneâs too busy to care about me, Iâm not worth their time.
No one would care if I died.
You sighed, slinging your uniform jacket over your shoulders. You didnât bother looking in your small mirror, figuring that seeing your appearance would only make your thoughts worse. You grabbed some files from your office as you made your way past the dining hall, opting to forgo breakfast. You had little appetite the last week, not having enough energy or care to fuel your body. You were just filing paperwork anyway, it wasnât like you were doing anything important or worthwhile. Normally you would smile as you heard the chatter of your comrades chowing down on their meals, but lately it brought you no joy, instead leaving your heart heavy with an indescribable sadness. Your boots slammed against the floor, each step as difficult as the one before it. You trudged along to your superiorâs office, dropping off some of the files before heading back to your own office, not looking forward to report writing the next few hours. You barely registered the presence of someone else in the hallway next to you, your surroundings unimportant as you pleaded with the universe to let you hide away in your office, alone and unbothered.
The universe was not so kind.
âYou look like shit,â Levi commented, his eyebrows knitted in concern.
You snorted as you kept walking. âThanks, Captain.â
Normally you would have a sarcastic remark at the ready, but you werenât in the mood.
âAre you sick?â He walked in time with you.
You hesitated before answering. âI⊠donât feel well.â
Levi quickly moved away several inches.
âItâs not contagious,â you added. His expression was unreadable.
âYou havenât eaten much lately.â he observed.
âNot hungry,â you replied, causing him to roll his eyes.
âShitty excuse. Whatâs wrong?â
âNothing, okay? Iâm fine,â you said through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to scream. You didnât want him to know of your internal pain. You couldnât show Humanityâs Strongest Soldier how weak you were. You picked up the pace to your office as Levi walked right next to you, offering you silent companionship. Under different circumstances you would be chatting away with the man, but right now you wanted to wallow in your despair by yourself and not be questioned about your lack of food or hygiene.
âThis is me. Iâll see you around.â
You tried to slam the door closed as fast as you could, but his lithe leg was faster, blocking it with his foot.
He narrowed his eyes. âYouâre a horrible liar.â
âIâm tired, thatâs all,â you tried to reason, hoping he would either believe you or get the hint you really didnât want to talk about this with him. Levi peeked behind you and caught a glimpse of your office, making him frown at what he saw. Your desk, usually rivaling his level of cleanliness and organization, was such a mess that he could barely stomach it. You noticed his eyes wandering and you shoved yourself closer into the doorframe to block his view.
âAnything else I can help you with?â you asked, clearly frustrated with him.
âNo. Take care of yourself, L/n. I have no need for a squad leader who canât perform at their best.â
With that, he pulled his boot from your doorframe and left you to replay those words over and over in your head.
As Levi left your office, he couldnât shake the feeling that something was really wrong with you. Your desk being such a wreck was totally out of the norm. Obviously you were lying about only being tired, but he didnât know what the source of your issues was. Walking down the hallway, he saw that your bedroom door was left ajar. He wasnât one to invade othersâ privacy, but you were acting quite strange and, as a captain, he had a duty to make sure his peers were alright. Well, you two were more than peers anyway; he considered you a close friend and a trustworthy comrade. He hated seeing your lack of motivation, knowing you were capable of so much more, and thought his harsh words earlier would give you the boost you needed to get a grip and snap out of your funk.
What he saw when he opened your bedroom door made his skin crawl.
Your normally tidy, clean room was in a state of utter chaos. Your clothes were strewn haphazardly all over the place, your bed wasnât made, sheets falling on the floor. Your gear wasnât cleaned properly, nor was it resting in its rightful place. What was going on with you? He left as quickly as he came in, having seen enough. You hadnât been cleaning or eating, two important daily tasks that never slipped your mind. You looked like you hadnât bathed in many days or been bothered to monitor your appearance whatsoever. You werenât ill because you wouldnât lie to him about not being contagious.
So what was it?
He thought about your glassy, empty eyes. Your expression was mostly neutral, but he could see through the facade you were putting up; you were deeply troubled by something.
You were suffering mentally and he had just now noticed.
He cursed at himself for not realizing it earlier. Between his own never ending piles of work and lack of sleep, more so than usual, he hadnât noticed the signs of you pulling away from everyone until much too late. His mind reeled at what he should do next. There were so many things that needed to be done to kickstart your healing process, he just didnât know where to start.
Actually, he did.
It had been hours and you had barely written anything on the paper in front of you, your brain unable to focus on work long enough to form professional sentences. You wanted to rip the stack of papers into teeny little shreds, take out your mental anguish on something tangible. You thought back to what Levi had said: he had no need for you, since, clearly, you were as far from your best as you could ever be. You couldnât even find it within yourself to care, numbness overtaking you. It was just a matter of time before you were fired, discharged, and thrown to the streets. Maybe there you could disappear for goodâŠ
Knocks at your door interrupted your spiraling thoughts.
âName and business,â you called out, less than enthused.
âItâs Levi. Open up.â
You groaned. You didnât want him to see your office in disarray, though you suspected he had seen enough earlier.
âIs it urgent?â
âIâll kick down the door if you donât let me in.â
âGuess thatâs a yes,â you grumbled under your breath.
âNo need to damage government property. Itâs unlocked,â you told him, hinges creaking as he stepped inside. In his hands were a steaming cup of tea and some bread that he set in front of you.
âHere. You canât starve yourself,â he said.
âI appreciate the gesture but Iâm not hungry,â you reiterated.
âStop being so damn stubborn and have at least a little bite. Or drink the tea. I wonât watch you waste away,â he argued, irises aflame with an intense emotion you couldnât pinpoint. You didnât want to be a further disappointment so you nibbled on the bread, your stomach coming to life with gurgles of hunger as you swallowed the welcome nutrients. Levi looked around for a place to sit but all of your chairs were occupied by opened books and papers you hadnât stacked neatly.
âSorry about the mess, you can just stick those on the floor with the other piles,â you said, embarrassed at your lack of tidying. He took a seat and watched you intently as you ate and drank. When he was satisfied with the progress of your meal, he spoke up.
âIâm not⊠good⊠with my words,â he started, more hesitant than youâd ever known him to be, âbut I want you to know that Iâm available for you no matter what. I wonât let you suffer alone.â
âReally, Levi, I appreciate it, but itâs nothing, Iâm-â
âYour office is a mess and your room is a disaster. Your mannerisms have changed. I know you, y/n, I know somethingâs off. I failed at seeing it sooner and I let you down.â
His gray eyes bore into your own. âBut Iâm here now. Iâll do everything in my power to keep you from losing yourself. Whatever you need.â
Your gaze dropped to your desk.
âI donât know what I need,â you whispered. âI donât know what I need to feel better. To make all of this go away.â
âThat means we wonât stop trying things until we find a solution,â Levi responded, resolute in his statement.
âWe?â you asked, uncertain of what he meant.
âThatâs what I said. Youâre not fighting on your own. Weâre in this together.â
âBut Iâm weak for feeling like this. I donât want to be another burden on you or anyone else.â
You couldnât dare look Levi in the eyes during your confession, afraid of how he was viewing you as you displayed your most vulnerable moments out in the open like this. He stood abruptly from his chair, the sound of wood scraping on wood echoing through your office. He leaned over you, his hands gentle yet firm on your shoulders.
âLook at me.â You slowly raised your head as he addressed you, his bangs hanging haphazardly over his forehead. âDonât ever say something so stupid like that again. This is not weakness and youâre not a burden. Thatâs your shitty brain lying to you. I will repeat this as many times as I need to until your ears bleed or your mind starts believing it.â
He gave your shoulders one last squeeze before unhanding you. âYou can talk to me if that helps. I might not have the right words but Iâll listen. Itâs a hell of a lot better than keeping it bottled up inside. Iâve seen soldiers swallow it down until they couldnât stand it any longer. I wonât let that happen to you, too.â
You nodded in understanding, taking in a big breath before letting it out. âOkay. Okay, yeah. Iâll try⊠talking about it.â
âGood. You do that while Iâll clean this pig sty you call an office.â
You laughed for the first time in weeks. Levi felt himself smile softly at the joyous sound he had missed for so long, his heart beating a little quicker at the way your expression was lively once again.
Your venting session with Levi went extremely well. You felt like the weights had been lifted off your shoulders a little bit. Obviously you werenât cured and knew these feelings were going to linger and could strike at any time, but it was nice knowing you had someone to turn to when things looked bleak. Your office, now spotless due to his efforts, also contributed to your mind feeling more organized.
âFour eyes has good advice, too, but you might get experimented on so be careful,â Levi said, making you laugh for the second time that day. Before he left, he made you swear that you would eat dinner. âIâll personally drag your ass to the dining hall,â is specifically what he said, and you wholeheartedly believed him.
âThanks again,â you told him as he reached for the door handle. âI genuinely donât know what I would do without you.â
He froze.
âYouâll never have to know,â he eventually uttered, taking his leave.
Later that night, when your work was finished and your stomach was full of food, you huffed in annoyance when you remembered the state your room was in. Bracing yourself for the disappointing scene, you opened your door to:
A clean room?
You walked inside, confused as could be. Your sheets were back on your bed, everything crisply tucked in. Your clothes were put away, both hanging up and folded neatly in your dresser drawers. Even your gear, which was left covered in muck and dirt from your last training session, was shining as brightly as the day it was first issued to you.
There was only one person you knew who could clean that precisely and quickly.
Your attention was caught by a sachet of tea and a small piece of paper left on your nightstand. You picked up the note, a tear staining your cheek as you read the meticulous penmanship.
Hereâs some of my favorite tea. Itâs brought me comfort in the past so I hope the same for you.
If you donât know how to brew it correctly, come find me.
Like I said before, take care of yourself.
I believe in you.
âLevi
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heart-shaped sunglasses.
pairing(s); matthew lillard!william afton x reader
fandom; five nights at freddyâs [movie]
w/c; 592
trigger/content warnings; slightly unholy thoughts from william about you in your uniform, fem!reader, (reader wears lipstick, has boobs, is called 'girl' by william and has medium-length hair), heavy lana del rey influences (diet mountain dew), mentioned that reader smokes cigarettes, age gap (william is late 40s, reader is mid 20s), no explicit romance but it's heavily implied there's mutual pining, written from william's pov, reader knows his real name, not proof-read, NO use of y/n, lmk if i missed anything.
stella speaks! at this point someone reblogs/tags me in a shitpost about this man, i add tags while my brain is inconsolably horny, and then all of a sudden i'm writing a new draft. and yes, ik lana wasn't really a thing in 1990s, but for now let's pretend he's still a silver fox in the 2020s.
tags; @truecobblepot bc ofcđ«¶đœđ«¶đœ
inspired by this post and the shenanigans that ensued.
âI just wanted to know how much I appreciate you staying late these past couple weeks.â
Williamâs voice is smooth, heâs demeanor calm, the slight tilt of his head and the casual clasp of his hands in front of him giving no hint to the turmoil in his brain.
Youâre his employee. His best employee, no less. He canât afford to lose you, to drive you away. So heâll make sure youâre not looking him in the eye when his roam your body.
The words that come from your mouth are sincere. He knows this. He doesnât much care in this moment however. That red vest is pulled across your breasts, and the top button of your shirt is undone, your tie looser now that the building is empty.
Itâs his fault, how tight your uniform is on you. He has your size on file, but he always orders a size down, just for him. He doesnât pay mind to the way teenage pizza boys and older brothers here with siblings watch you, because he knows heâs miles better than they are.
His eyes linger in the plastic heart-shaped sunglasses hanging from your collar, and he nods towards them. âAnd those? I do hope you havenât been wearing those all day.â
Itâs a gentle correction. No matter how much William favors you, he still must keep his image up. You shake your head. âNo, I just got them out of my locker when I closed up with Robyn.â
âWhere did you get them?â He asks, leaning forward. The movement is subtle, but he knows you catch it.
âIt was a gag gift from some party,â you answer, taking them off your vest and sliding them on. William's breath barely catches in his throat. The frames are the same shade as the blood red lipstick you love wearing.
Itâs your signature. Itâs how he knows youâve been in the break room, paper coffee and water cups stamped with your lips in the trash, lipstick printed cigarette buts in the back alleyway that heâs convinced himself are prettier than anyone elseâs.
William's brain is rapid firing all kinds of signals, ranging from you're nearly 20 years younger than him, to why have I never felt this was about my ex-wife?
Everything about you seems to catered to William's preferences. You hold eye contact with him and customers, you're great with kids (including his!), and you actually appreciate the care he takes of his animatronics.
He chuckles as you look around his dim office with your heart-shaped sunglasses. "Well, now, look at you. Never was there ever a girl so pretty."
You giggle, tugging on a strand of hair and sliding them up into your hair. "That's so sweet, Mr. Afton!"
William chuckles. You're picture perfect and William is damn well aware that he's no good for you. "Please, call me William. It's only fitting that we remain on first name basis...as of your promotion to assistant manager."
Your eyes widen, and you let out a little gasp. "Do you really mean that, Mr. Af-- William?"
God, the way your lips form his name is intoxicating. He nods, his demeanor wavering slightly as you beam at him, thanking him.
Itâs a power move, he knows. A selfish one, no less. But he canât risk losing the one competent employee. And besides, the assistant managerâs uniform is closer to his, the pale purple shirt and darker tie, black slacks and black shoes (of your choosing, of course).
And who is he to deny himself that view?
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