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Forgot to post this here but updated Micah ref omg

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NURSE GETO? NURSE GETO? GETO NURSE? NURSE GETO? BARKEKKAKAJEVRLKA BARKBARKBARK pls. n u r s e g e t o

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦

ft. Fem!Nurse!Geto x Reader x Doctor!Gojo

contains: fem reader, bisexual reader, pwp, sexual tension, threesome, oral (all three of them), unprotected sex, pullout method, cum eating, face sitting, rough sex, making out, soooo much dirty talk, teasing, masturbation, age gap (reader is 20, satosugu are 30ish), finger sucking, squirting, tag teaming

wc: 14.9k… this took 3 days to write

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You had recently moved states, meaning you had to break up with your doctor of however many years. It was a sad goodbye, and now you were left with the burden of finding a new doctor. You had recently turned twenty, just having moved out of your parent's house a couple months ago, and you had no idea where to start in looking for a new doctor.

You decided you were going to use your newfound freedom to stay out late and sleep with whoever you wanted! Typical first-time adult free from their parent's reins behavior; but you werent stupid, you knew if you were going to do this, you would need to get on some form of contraceptives.

This led you to look up some highly-rated doctors in your area that was currently talking new patients. You scrolled past dozens upon dozens of old wrinkled faces, before you landed on the perfect candidate; Gojo Satoru. His hair was frosted white, his face looked like it had been chiseled by the gods, and his eyes? You felt like they had come to life on the screen in front of you and were looking through your soul.

Yeah, you had chosen your primary care physician based on his looks, so what? You dug into his portfolio and watched the countless interviews he had done on various websites of course! Definitely not because his outrageous looks and deep voice made your stomach turn over, and absolutely to learn more about your soon-to-be doctor.

After one unnecessarily long phone call to the hospital and speaking to some woman who sounded too senile to still be working; you had the appointment set.

One week later, on the day awaited day, you sat in the waiting room and twirled your thumbs in your lap, you couldn't help but notice that every other patient around you was four times your age. You had dressed yourself up in some sexy, but formal enough-looking clothes, you didn't want to make it too obvious that you had dressed up for this—but your styled hair and extra makeup you added might have given that away.

Your eyes never left the clock as you watched the arms tick by, signaling the time as it got closer and closer to your appointment. You constantly had to remind yourself to take deep breaths as you wiped your sweaty palms off on your knees. You didn't feel this nervous when you were ogling him on the internet, but now that you were here, all the nerves came crashing down. Each time the door to the appointment rooms creaked open, and some different nurse walked into the waiting area, you held your breath before they ultimately called a name that wasn't yours.

After about fifteen minutes past your scheduled time, your nerves had gone down significantly from all of the waiting. You were just about to pull out your phone for the first time that day and play some mobile game to pass the time when the awaited door opened once more, and a tall nurse with long black hair and dark eyes stepped into the room.

She was wearing a tightly fitted mid-thigh length white dress, the sleeves reached to her wrists, but she had rolled them up to her elbows. Her long black hair was pulled half up in a bun, and her side bangs were pulled out from the bun to fall around her face. The rest of her dark strands ran down her back, some cascaded off of her shoulders and rested deliciously against her chest. The low neck of the dress allowed you to get an eyeful of her cleavage that seemed to glow under the yellow lights; you gazed at her collarbones and her slender neck as her dark hair contrasted beautifully against her pale skin.

You could stare at her forever, your gaze dropped down to legs, her thighs were lined in dark tights that made her skin look like silk, your eyes continued in their path down her body until you reached her feet, which stood in delicate-looking black heels—not too too tall— and they made her ankles look so delicious. Her gaze was down on the clipboard she held it against her arm, reading the patient's name mentally before she looked up from under her lashes and scanned around the room and called out your name.

You swore you were the universe's favorite child. First, you had found the hottest man you've ever seen in your life to be your doctor, and his nurse just happened to be the most beautiful woman you had ever laid your eyes on. She called your name again, snapping you out of your stupor and making you slap yourself mentally as you rose to your feet, throwing your bag over your shoulder as you started towards her.

Up close you could see her slanted eyes more clearly, they looked so seductive as she gave you a quick one-over, before she held the door open for you, "Hi sweetheart, we're gonna go to the left." She instructed, to which you just nodded and blushed. She let the door fall shut behind the both of you when you entered, walking past countless diagnosis rooms as she led you to get your measurements. "I haven't seen you here before, is this your first time seeing Dr. Satoru?" She asked, holding her hand out to you to take your bag as she set up the scale for you.

"Oh, y-yeah," You stuttered, trying and failing to meet her sultry eyes as you took off your shoes and placed them to the side of the scale, "I moved here pretty recently so I had to get a new physician." Explained. "I see~" She cooed, mumbling for you to stand straight against the wall so she could get the proper measurements of you before she continued, "Well I'm positive you will love the doctor, He is a very thorough and knowledgeable man." You tensed when you felt her hands graze the top of your head as she brought the leveler down against you to get your height.

"Go ahead and step up here for me." She said, to which you complied, stepping on the scale. "Have you been working for him long?" You asked, making her giggle; the sound was music to your ears. "Ah, funny you ask." She said, jotting down the numbers on the screen in front of her before you stepped down and started pulling your shoes back on. "We have actually been friends since high school." She smiled, tilting her head at you and making her hair drape across her pale face.

You didn't know who you were more jealous of—Dr. Gojo, for being around this woman for god knows how many years of his life, or This woman in front of you, for being around Gojo for all the years of her life. You knew Gojo was about 10 years your senior, so you guessed it must've been the same for her. Not like you would've been able to tell, her skin was almost completely void of any wrinkles or blemishes, she looked like she could be your age if not for her more mature demeanor.

"Wow! That's so cool that you ended up working together! It must be fun." You exclaimed, taking your bag from her as you started for the more private room she would take you to meet the doctor. "It can be." She said, shaking her head with a smile, "He is.. a character for sure." Her subtle insult of him made you laugh. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable wherever, i'm just going to ask you a couple questions and perform some basic tests on you before I go get him." She explained, "Oh, you can call me Geto by the way, seeing your fresh new face caught me off guard earlier, forgive me." She said, smiling sweetly at you.

That made you gulp, hard. You had caught her off guard? Your head was spinning. She had no idea what she just did to your ego. Geto.. you repeated her name in your head a couple times, loving the way it rolled off your mental tongue. She giggled, "That's my name~" Your jaw dropped. You swore you had said it in your head, but obviously not as she glanced at you briefly with a smile before going back to pull up your records. You pulled your lip between your teeth in embarrassment before you spoke. "S-sorry, it's- you have a pretty name." You stuttered.

She gazed up from her screen and looked over your form as you looked around the room, she couldn't help but think of how cute you looked when you were embarrassed. "Well thank you," she said, finally succeeding in pulling up your records. "You know, it's so nice to have a patient that isn't geriatric, not that I don't love all the old geezers out there." She giggled, "It's just refreshing, I'm glad you chose Satoru." She said honestly, making you blush as you connected your eyes with hers. "Glad I could help," you responded, the both of you keeping your eyes on the other while you spoke.

After a couple beats of silence, she broke eye contact and manipulated the large computer so it was in front of her, "Alright~ It seems you're pretty healthy by looking at your records, just gonna ask you to confirm your date of birth for me before we continue." She asked, looking at you once more and smiling in approval when you answered quickly, "Good girl." Her smooth voice echoed her words in your head, making you clench your thighs together on the too-hard chair you sat on.

After she asked you a couple more standard questions she started gathering the blood pressure and heartrate tools to finish up your standard check-in details. She stood up from her chair and waltzed over to where you sat, her hips swaying as she walked, stopping right in front of you. "Is it alright if I roll up your sleeve?" She asked, waiting for your consent before she wrapped the hard plastic around your arm. "Thank you, sweetheart, relax your legs for me as well, and stick out your finger, please." She asked as she clamped the heartrate monitor on your finger.

She took a step back and put her hand on her hips, watching the numbers appear on the little screens of the tools. A smile appeared on her face before she removed the clamp from your finger, "Do I make you nervous?" She asked, catching you off guard and making your eyes shoot up to meet hers. "Uh," you laughed nervously, "I'm only kidding~" She said, removing the plastic from your arm, the back of her hand grazing against your breast as she did so, leaving your skin feeling like it was buzzing where she touched you. "Your heart rate is just a little high~" Geto explained.

"Oh, I guess I am a little nervous." You admitted shyly, rubbing your sweaty hands against your knees once more. "Aww~ Don't be nervous sweet thing, me and the doctor have your best interests at heart trust me~" She cooed, succeeding in easing your nerves slightly. "So, last question for the doctor, what brings you in today? Standart check-up stuff, or something else?" She asked, tipping her head at you as she waited for you to respond.

At this point, you were semi-regretting your choice to pick a hot doctor with a coincidental hot nurse at the embarrassment you felt from just thinking about telling them you wanted to go on birth control. Maybe you should've chosen one of those old-looking doctors. What if you had hemorrhoids one day? Or had a nasty rash you needed to get looked at? You didn't want these beautiful people to know about that!

You took a deep breath before you spoke, "I uh, was wanting to go on birth control." You said. "Ohh~ smart girl." She perked up, "Did you want to get STI or STD tested while you were here? It's super quick." She offered. "Oh! nono, I uh, I'm not currently.. sexually active." You responded. You were too busy looking at the floor mortified to notice how her eyes lit up upon the revelation that you currently had no sexual partner.

"Oh I see, we can skip the test then~" She said, jotting down the final notes into your chart before she stood, smoothing her dress down her thighs as she rose to her feet. "Alright sweetheart, Ill be right back with the doctor." She winked, making your mouth run dry as you nodded shortly at her. You couldnt stop your eyes from dropping to her ass, watching her hips move as she walked out of the room and gently shut the door behind her.

The second you were alone, you dropped your head into your hands and sighed, your face turning an impossibly darker shade of crimson. You should not be as aroused as you were but she was definitely flirting, right? You had a horrible radar for this kind of thing. Her flirty personality might be just that, her personality, but it seemed more than that. You heaved out a louder sigh, repeating your interactions with her over and over in your head a thousand times as you waited for the doctor.

"Satoruuu, patient time." Geto knocked on his office, making the white-haired man groan and drop his legs onto the floor from where they were splayed out on his desk. "I love my job, but I don't know how many more old geezers with cholesterol problems I can take." He sighed, throwing on his white coat to give him an air of professionalism before he started for the door. The man was halted in his tracks when Geto gave him a squinted look, "Just a second, Satoru." She said, pushing his chest back into his office and shutting the door behind him.

"Oh, Suguru look, I'm flattered~ Truly~" Gojo started, placing the back of his hand over his forehead dramatically. "Ew, no, it's about the patient," Geto said, rolling her eyes at her obnoxious best friend's antics. He dropped his hand to his hips, tilting his head at her as he waited for her to speak, "I think you're really going to like this one, shes new," Geto said, raising her eyebrows. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you, but I'm not into women who are 50-plus years older than me." He sighed, his face tuning into a scowel as he dismissed Geto.

"You're impossible," She sighed, rubbing her temples. Gojo never listened to a thing anyone says, trying to talk to him was like communicating with a brick wall. "She's young, Gojo; twenty; and she wants your help to get her on birth control." She said, watching the color come back to Gojo's face as she spoke. "If you're lying Ill tell the superiors you forged a drug test." He said, all too seriously, making Suguru laugh. "She's a cute one too, just come see for yourself." She giggled, fixing her hair in the mirror on Gojo's door before she opened it and walked into the hallway, Satoru right on her tail, bouncing with excitement.

You lifted your head from your knees and wiped the stray hairs from your face when you heard a knock on your door. Your heart immediately started pounding out of your chest. Good thing you were at a hospital right now because you seriously thought you were going to have a heart attack at any second.

When the door cracked open, the first thing you saw was his white hair peeking through the door, his cruelian eyes next, as they made searing contact with yours. He was so much taller than you imagined, he must've been well over 6 ft tall as he had to duck his head to enter the room. His shirt looked all too small for his chest, the buttons that adorned it were threatening to burst if he moved too suddenly. You could see his bulging muscles through his slacks and his white doctor's jacket alike, making you swallow the saliva that pooled in your mouth, threatening to spill over your lips.

When he was full inside, Geto's familiar face was revealed to you as she slipped in behind him. You couldn't tell if her presence set you more on edge, or comforted you with how fast your heart was racing. "Well hello there." The handsome man said your name and the word has never sounded better when it rolled off his tongue, "Nurse Geto told me this is your first time seeing me," He smiled fondly at you, showing off his impossibly white teeth, "Although I could come to that conclusion myself, I would remember someone like you." He said, making your mouth run dry.

"My name is Dr. Gojo Satoru, its a pleasure to meet you." He said, squinting his eyes as he smiled at you and stuck his large hand out for you to shake. His hand almost entirely covered yours when he shook it, the heat radiating from his hand alone seemed to warm your entire body from the couple of seconds of contact.

"I-its nice to meet you too." You said through a shaky voice, trying your best to keep eye contact with his intimidating gaze. "Nurse Geto will just be here to take notes, is that alright?" He asked, sitting on the chair Geto sat at before, placed in front of the big computer. You shook your head, signaling your approval before you gazed away from him and made eye contact with her comforting face.

"Alright let's get down to business ~" He clapped his hands together before dragging two big fingers over the mousepad and looking briefly over your chart. "You're here to talk about birth control right?" He checked, raising his eyebrow at you as he looked over your body quickly before you looked back at him. "Yes, I've never used any form of contraceptives before, so.. I'm not really sure what all the methods are." This confession made Gojo's eyebrows shoot up.

"Ohhh ballsy~" He said before continuing, "You really should at least use a condom during sex, they protect against many forms of STD's and largely prevent unwanted pregnancies." He explained, interlacing his fingers together in his lap. "Has Nurse Geto already offered the STD screeding today?" He asked. "Oh, no I think you misunderstand, Ive never.." You paused, and he smiled and nodded at your words, encouraging you to continue, "I've never needed contraceptives because I haven't had sex before, but I've recently been attending college for the first time so I thought It might be smart to start now, you never know what might happen." You explained, looking away from his glowing eyes.

"Ah, good girl, that's a very responsible decision." He praised. What was with these people and their flirty personalities? You felt like your face was going to explode with how hot it was. Geto hummed in agreement in the background, making you look between the two of them. "Well, lucky for you my dear, we have manyy~ options available for you." He dragged in his chipper voice. "I'll make sure you leave with some condoms today, Geto will provide those for you at the end of your appointment, so you'll be covered there." He said, making you smile and nod in appreciation.

"But for the big guns, we have the pill, which is most common but typically has the most intense side effects." Your face scrunched up at the sound of side effects, yuck. He explained a couple more options, Nexplanon; an implant that would go in your arm, which made you cringe, A shot you would get once every three months; which sounded annoying, and an IUD, which would essentially get shoved into your cervix via some overworked and mean woman who doesnt care about your general well being and just wants to go home to sleep.

He laughed at your face when you stared at your feet with an expression of disgust. "You don't seem very thrilled with any of the options." He said, rolling his chair over to yours as he caressed his big hand over your back. This was a lot more to take in than you thought. "Am I supposed to be?" You asked, looking up at your lashes at his face that was far too close for comfort, yet you wouldn't dare tell him to move. Geto laughed at your response, "Absolutely not, being a woman is hell, and they aren't going to make it any easier by giving us some nice, painless out of getting pregnant." She said, making your sigh.

As intimidating as these two were, you felt strangely comfortable talking to them about this, especially with how real they were being. Geto was clearly not afraid to give you the cold hard truth and not sugar coat anything. "Are you on birth control?" You aked Geto, quickly putting your arms out in front of you as your face heated up, "I am so sorry! You don't have to answer that!" You panicked, making the both of them giggle.

"It's alright sweetie, Id be more than happy to tell you. Talking to another woman about their own experience with certain forms of birth control can help you make your own informed decision." She smiled. You don't think you've ever wanted to fuck a woman so bad in your life. You mentally slapped yourself from getting aroused at her explaining birth control to you, but the way she was being so supportive made your stomach do flips.

"And you definitely don't need to make a decision today," Gojo added, removing his hand from your back as he sat back into his chair, spreading his legs out wide. "Doctor Gojo is right," Geto added, before she rose to her feet and walked over to where you sat before sitting down next to you herself and placing her hand on your knee.

"As for your question, I used to be on the pill, but taking it every day at the same time got tedious, so I got an IUD and it was the best decision I ever made." She said, rubbing her hand over your knee in a way that you assume was supposed to be comforting but it just heightened your arousal if anything. She leaned in till her mouth was right against your ear and whispered, "The best part is your partner can come inside and you don't even have to think about it." She giggled, pulling back her hand from your leg as she stood up and got back into her place behind Gojo's seat.

So that was flirting, right? She was 100% flirting right there, there was no doubt in your mind. "No secrets," Gojo whined, pouting at Geto while she stuck her tongue out at him. You couldn't even pay attention to the banter between them as your ear was still tingling from where she whispered into it.

"I-I think the IUD sounds good." You said, making Geto giggle. "Did what I tell you help you come to that conclusion?" She asked, Once again making Gojo beg for her to tell him what she said. "Geeez." She said, shooing Gojo off of her with her hand, "I just let her know that she doesn't have to worry if her partner comes inside her." She said, making a grin plaster itself over Gojo's handsome features.

"Ohh" He cooed, "Yeah that is a nice perk." The white-haired man said, rolling his chair away from Geto's personal space. "Does that sound like something you're interested in?" The handsome doctor asked, making you choke on your saliva. "H-huh, I uh, I don't know, It sounds like it could be nice.." You said under your breath. "A IUD sounds like it could be nice?" He repeated, making you freeze as you realized you misunderstood his question. Of course he wasn't asking you if you wanted to get cream pied, for fuck's sake. You wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole right now.

Geto snickered under her breath, a light blush coating her face at your confession. "Well, it is nice, She's not wrong." The dark-haired woman added, making your embarrassment worse as you hid your face in your hands. "Ughhhh.. sorry." Your muffled voice came through your hands, making Gojo laugh softly. "It's okay, no one is judging here." He said, taking the opportunity to once again study your body under his intense gaze as your eyes were obstructed.

You took a deep breath before dropping your hands into your lap, intertwining your fingers as you twiddled with your thumbs. "I'll make a follow-up appointment for a week from now to give you some time to think about it." He said, changing the subject so as to not embarrass you any further. Geto typed some notes down into her laptop from behind him while Gojo scrolled through your chart. He made sure you had no other questions regarding the topic before he continued.

"Alright, so It says here in your chart that your last physical exam was over three years ago, is that right?" He asked you, "Yes, that's right." you replied, noticing how he tsked at your answer. "You really should be making regualr visits to the doctor~" He cooed, wiggling his long finger out in front of him. "When was the last time you had a breast exam? Im not seeing any notes about that in your chart either." He said, scrolling on the computer.

You bit your lip before answering, "I uh, I've never gotten a.. a breast exam." You said, making both Geto and Gojo turn their heads to look at you. "Oh honey, those are so important you know, you should be checking yourself yearly after you turn 18." Geto explained. You knew she was right but it sounded so embarrassing. You remember trying it yourself once, following the guide of som video years ago, but you had no idea what you were feeling for, and the thought of some doctor doing it for you made you even more nervous, so you just abandoned the thought.

"I tried myself after we learned about it in high school but.. I didn't know how to do it, and it seemed so humiliating to ask my doctor to help me." You said, making brief eye contact with the two before you looked around the room, avoiding their eyes. Geto and Gojo simultaneously bit their lip, their faces heating up at your innocent confession before the white-haired man spoke up. "Honey, that's what we're here for, you should never feel embarrassed for keeping yourself healthy." He cooed, standing from his seat as his long legs took him over to the cupboards, where he pulled out a white gown.

"Go ahead and put this on, we'll leave the room to give you some privacy." He explained, putting the white cloth in your hands. "We can do your breast exam today, along with your other physical exam testing." He said, smiling at you warmly before he tipped his head at Geto and signaled for the two of them to leave. You waited until the door clicked shut before you stood. You looked around the room before you started undressing.

You pulled off all of your clothes, save for your panties, which you couldn't help but notice that you had completely soaked through. You hoped they wouldn't somehow notice during the exam, you would be absolutely mortified. You folded your clothes and placed them on the empty chair next to your bag, while you waited with a racing heart for them to re-enter the room.

Gojo and Geto had moved just a couple feet down the hall, leaning against opposite sides of the wall next to the window while they waited. "Good call on bringing up the breast exam," Geto spoke through the silence, which made him sigh in relief as Gojo's body relaxed, dropping his arms by his side. "Oh I'm so glad you said something, I thought it was pretty smart." He giggled mischievously.

"So what do you think of her?" Geto asked, twirling a dark strand of her hair around her manicured fingers. "She's fucking adorable, I just wanna bend her over the exam table and fuck the life outta her." Gojo wined, tipping his head back against the wall. Geto laughed in response, wholeheartedly agreeing with her perverted best friend.

"I'm so glad this ridiculously long coat covers my crotch, I've been so unbelievably hard from the second I laid eyes on her." Gojo sighed, running a hand through his hair before he stared down at his crotch. "Wouldn't wanna scare her away now." Geto laughed, following his gaze down to his covered crotch and nodding in approval when she couldn't see the massive tent he was sporting through the cover of it.

The two of them would feel bad about talking about a clueless patient like this, but you were so fun to tease, and you were just too fucking cute that it overwhelmed any rational thinking from them. The two friends truly did share a brain cell when they were around you. "Yeah, I hear you, I wonder if she's into women, I would love to see her doe eyes looking up at me while I sit on her face." She day dreams, huffing out a sigh of her own.

"Oh, are you kidding?" Gojo laughed, "Did you see the way she clenched her thighs when you put your hand on her knee? She definitely swings both ways." The two of them gossiped for a couple minutes like their high school days, before Geto got a glimpse of the time on Gojo's watch. "She's probably done now don't you think?" Geto said, tapping her heel against the floor. "Yeah, it's time." Gojo smiled, giving Geto a sneaky fist bump before they made their way back to your room.

You held the fabric closer to your body when you heard them knock on the door. Once you verbalized that they could come inside, the door squeaked open, and they stepped into your space once more. "Oh my god thank you for folding your clothes so neatly." Geto sighed, holding her hand over her chest while she spoke. "I swear these old babies just leave their clothes all over the floor like children, then ask me to clean it up after." She sighed, referring to the old patients they saw all too often.

Her relief made you laugh, easing your nerves a bit as you waved your hand in front of you, telling her it was no problem. "Alright, go ahead and sit up here for me." Doctor Gojo spoke, patting his hand on the parchment lined exam bed in the middle of the room. You raised to your feet, holding the back of the gown shut behind your ass as you climbed onto the bed and sat down.

Gojo stood inches from his pelvis touching your knees as he gripped the rubber reflex hammer in his massive hand, making it look dwarfed. Geto walked around him and sat in one of the chairs that gave her the best view, bringing her laptop with her to disguise her perverted antics as work. "Is it alright if I touch you?" Gojo asked, looking into your eyes as he waited for his answer.

To your own surprise, you were able to keep contact with them as you nodded shyly, and dropped your gaze to his hand as it started for your knee. You twitched instinctively when his warm hand cradled the underside of your knee before smoothing it around to the front and gently pushing the fabric of the gown up so he could have a better view of what he was doing.

He pressed his palm flat against your thigh, right above your knee, and hit the rubber against your knee, making it kick up reflexively as you kicked against his shin lightly. "Oh- sorry doctor." You apologized. "Don't be, sweetheart." He laughed, "It's not like you can control it." He said. He then instructed you to scoot against the edge of the bed so he could press his stethoscope against various parts of your torso.

"This might be a little cold." He warned before his big hand came to stabilize your lower back as he pressed the cold metal agaisnt the skin on your back, making you tense up at the touch. He apologized and continued pressing the stethescope over specific points on your back as he had you inhale deeply for him. "Thats right, just like that." He praised when you listende obediantly to his instruction, making your face flush, something Geto did not miss as she sat in front of you with a perfect veiw of your entire body.

His warm hand made your skin feel like it was on fire, you pulled your lip between your teeth when his hand moved lower on your back, as did his stethoscope. His body was so close to yours, your knees practically pressed against his waist.

“Your heart is racing~” he teased, pulling away entirely as he spoke some numbers to Geto, making her type them down on her laptop. “It’s been a while..” you laughed awkwardly. “Since someone touched you?” he said, making every hair on your body stand on edge. “S-since I’ve been to the doctor, I mean..” you clarified, cleaning your throat as you avoided his eyes which were staring straight through yours. The white-haired man smiled at your response before he leaned back, removing his touch from your body.

"Right," He said before he hung his stethescope back around his neck. "Are you ready for the breast exam?" He asked, which mad you clench your thighs together at what was to come. "I uh.. I think so, but I have a question." You said, staring up at his face that seemed to be beaming with excitement. "Is there any way that Nurse Geto could um.. do the exam?" You asked, embarrassment laced in your tone. "I don't mean to offend you, its just, she's.." You stuttered.

If you had been paying attention you would've seen the way the light drained from Gojo's face, as he tried his best to maintain his smile. "Absolutely!" Geto perked, standing from her chair as she placed her hand on Gojo's shoulder, pushing him out of the way. "I would be more than happy to take over." She said kindly, giving Gojo a smug look over her shoulder before walking past him.

"Thats. Perfectly. Fine!" Gojo grit through his faux smile, his eye twitching at the fact that Geto got to touch you before him. If it were any other nurse he would've been fine with it. Sure, he still would've been bummed out; but it would've been fine. Only now, because he knew Geto had the same motives as him, it irritated him to no end.

"Do you want me to leave the room too?" He asked, trying to not let the 'sore loser' seep into his tone. He heaved an internal sigh of relief when you shook your head, allowing him to stay in the room. "Alright, I'm going to draw this curtain for some privacy, then we can get to it." She said, making you bite your lip and nod at her, as you held eye contact with her dark eyes. You watched with bated breath as she drew the curtain between the two of you, and the doctor.

Unbeknownst to you, she had sent the man on the other side one last smug look before she closed the curtain. Once she secured it to the hook on the wall, she turned to face you, holding her hands together in front of her. "Alright sweetie, whenever you're ready, you can remove your gown." Her smooth voice echoed into the room. Gojo had made himself comfortable leaning against the wall, his head tipped back against it as he bit his lip and tried to quiet his own pounding heart enough to listen to what was happening just a couple feet from him.

You held the fabric over your chest, getting a hold of your nerves before you slid it down your arms. Geto kept her eyes on your face, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. She did however get a peek of them through her prerephrial vision, which would suffice for now. "Do you prefer to sit or stand for this?" She asks, already looking into your eyes when you look back to her. "I- I think I'll sit, if that's okay." You replied. You seriously didn't know if your legs would hold up if you were to stand right now, they were already trembling and she hadnt even done anythng yet.

She stepped into your space, slotting herself between your knees and up against the hospital bed as she released her fingers from one another, coming to rest on the side of the bed. "I'm going to start now, okay?" She said, smiling when you nodded at her.

You knew you weren't going crazy, something was here, it had to be. The air felt so thick, it felt so hard to breathe with her so close. On top of that, you didn't think you'd ever been so turned on in your life. The throbbing between your legs and the heat that was pooling in your belly was almost unbearable. Your bare chest was out for her eyes; and soon her hands; to feast upon. Your nipples had pebbled from being so exposed, and you could feel the goosebumps that spread along your arms while you held your breath, and watched her reach her hands out to touch you.

When her warm hands made contact with your skin you gasped, quickly pressing your lips together as a crimson blush spread itself darker along your face. "You okay?" She asked, beginning to massage your breasts in her hands. "M-mhm" You answered, looking away from her intimidating gaze and opting to look at the floor while she squished and squeezed your breasts in her hands.

When she made sure she wouldn't be caught looking, she dropped her gaze to your breasts. She felt her cunt pulse around nothing when the view of your completely unobstructed tits registered in her brain. She quickly licked her lips, trying to snap herself out of the trance she was in and focus on the task at hand.

On the other side of the curtain, Gojo had his palm pressed over his mouth, his head still tipped back against the wall as his other was rubbing himself slowly over his slacks. His head was spinning listening to the little gasps and whines you made, he wished so badly that he was the one making you make all those sounds; what he wouldn't give to see your face right now.

His legs threatened to buckle underneath him the longer he stroked himself, he knew he shouldn't be doing this but the only other person who would ever know about this was Geto, and he knew she would take it to the grave.

A loud moan emanating from the other side of the curtain made him freeze. "Sorry honey, did that hurt?" Geto asked in her sultry voice, quickly looking back up to your eyes to avoid being caught ogling your tits. "N-no, didn't.. didn't hurt." You said, looking up at her from underneath your eyelashes. "Mmm.. just sensitive, huh?" She asked, pouting her bottom lip at you as she continued massaging your breasts in her hands.

She resisted the urge to squeeze her thighs together, taking a deep breath to calm herself when you nodded. "Mine are the same too, I get it." She admitted, making you rub your thighs together. "They feel quite healthy tho, no lumps or anything feeling concerning." She said, bringing the more professional side of things back into play before she lost her cool and kissed you. Gojo was so close to ripping back the curtain to see what was happening, but now more than ever was a time that he needed to exercise patience.

"A-are you sure?" You said, you really didn't want her to stop touching you, it made your cunt pulse whenever she squished your breasts in her hands. "Well.. I'm not as experienced as the doctor.." She drawled, making Gojo remove his hand from his cock as he perked up. "If you're okay with it, we could get a second opinion." She offered, to which you nodded eagerly. She laughed at your enthusiasm before she replied, "Okay, Ill go ahead and let Doctor Gojo in." She smiled, before turning around to untie the curtain from the wall.

You weren't thinking rationally at this point, your brain was feeling foggy and your body was plagued with the need for release. You were no longer as embarrassed as you were before as you sat patiently on the bed and waited for the doctor.

Gojo straightened his coat in front of himself once more when Geto cracked open the curtain for him. She shook her head when she noticed how flushed and out of it he looked, making a vague gesture to his hair, telling him to fix it before he presented himself to you.

After the man ran his hands through his soft hair a couple of times— and after receiving a nod of approval from Geto— he made peeked his head inside, and let Geto shut the cloth behind him, tying it to the wall once more to block them off from the rest of the room.

Gojo smiled at you, internally screaming as your eyes made contact with his, meaning he couldn’t peek a look at your bare chest that sat right in front of him, practically begging for him to touch it. “Well hello again, I hope you’ve been well~” he said, easing the palpable tension in the space before he made his way in front of you.

“Heard you wanted a second opinion, hm?” He asked, tilting his head while he smiled at you. “Y-yeah, just in case.. yknow,” you said under your breath. The both of them saw through your lie. They were all picking up on the same tension you felt, and Gojo was well aware that Geto was more than familiar with giving breast exams adequately, she had never asked Gojo for a second opinion before.

“Alright, let’s see.” Gojo whispered before he pushed himself in the same position Geto was before him, right between your legs, as she watched him ‘work’ from the side. As much as Geto loved touching your herself, it made it hard to look at your breasts while she did, so now that Gojo was ‘double checking’ her work, she had the perfect excuse to watch.

You bit your lip between your teeth and looked down at his hands when you felt his larger palms make contact with your breasts. You were unable to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together as subtly as possible, although not quite subtle enough. Geto’s watchful eyes picked up on your shifting, she watched you cross your ankles together and your spine stiffen while Gojo worked his hands on you.

"Mph-" Your muffled moans vibrated agains your lips as you tried your best to hold back. "Hmm~" Gojo hummed, furrowing his eyebrows together. "Something wrong?" Geto asked, uncrossing her arms from where she stood. "Maybe.. feel this spot right here for me." Gojo asked, moving his hand off of your right breast and letting Geto step into your space. Your body jolted when her cold fingers wrapped around your breast and squeezed roughly while Gojo's hand was still at work on your other.

"Mmm feels a little tender," She said, pouting her bottom lip out. "I-is that bad?" You asked, looking up at her while she watched your breast move under the manipulation of her hand. "How often do you venture up here?" She asked, keeping her eyes on yours while she spoke. "N-not often." You asked, making Gojo and Geto shake their heads in unison. "Thats no good~ Its good to keep the blood moving up here every once in a while." Gojo chastised, giving your tit a particularly hard squeeze.

"It's sooo easy too." Geto continued, leaning into your ear, "You can do it when you're all alone.. getting ready for bed.." Her whispers made your breath pick up, your choked breaths were freely flowing into the air as the two of them massaged your chest. This was no longer about a breast exam, and the three of you knew it. "Touching your nipples is soo good for the blood flow too~" She continued her teasing, pinching your hard bud between her index finger and thumb.

"Anyways~" She said suddenly, removing her hand completely and backing up from you after rolling your nipple between her fingers for a few seconds. Gojo copied her, pulling his hand away from your skin and placing it on his hip as he faced his body towards the dark-haired nurse, "I didn't feel anything abnormal, so I think we've checked all our bases." She said, winking at Gojo, signaling for him to go along with it.

"Oh yeah, I think you're right, they felt veeerry healthy to me," Gojo responded, dragging out his words. You started panicking internally, it couldn't be over already, could it? Had this all really just been professional? Including the stuff Geto just said? Your body was on fire, you were feeling drunk already and they had barely touched you, there was no way it stopped here. "W-wait, that was s-so fast, are you sure you checked thoroughly enough?" You asked, trying and failing to keep the need out of your voice.

"I mean, both of us are pretty experienced with this kind of thing.. and we didn't feel anything wrong, you worried we missed something?" Gojo asked, smirking when you nodded a little too quickly. "Are you sure?" He asked, making you tilt your head in confusion, "Sure about what?" You asked, pulling up the cloth to cover your breasts as you waited for him to speak. "Are you sure you're worried we missed something?" He asked, making Geto cover her mouth with a snicker, before she slapped his shoulder.

"I-yes, w-why else.." You bait, swallowing hard as you try to breathe in the heavy air in the room. "Well~" The white-haired doctor started as he slowly turned his body to face you once more, looking you up and down before he started making his way over to you. The two of you kept eye contact with one another up until he was between your legs again, his big hand came up to push your hand that was holding the gown over your chest down into your lap.

"I know getting your chest played with can feel erotic." He said, curling his lips in on themselves before he reached his hand out for your chest once more, and engulfed your tit in his hand. "Could that be why you don't want us to stop?" He said, tilting his head down at you as he tried to make you look at his eyes again. Your jaw dropped open as soft moans slipped from your tongue and out into the small room around you.

Geto came up from behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso, leaning her head against her shoulder as she looked at you, "Dont lie~" She added, giving you a sinister smile disguised as a sweet one. You took a deep breath, looking between the two of them before you nodded. "Fucking knew it~" Geto cooed, her smile becoming toothy as she released her hold around Gojo and slid between the two of you, sliding her hands under the thin gown against your upper thighs.

Gojo could be heard pouting out a "hey.." from behind the two of you. She leaned in close to your face, her sweet perfume clouding your senses. She licked her lips and gripped your thighs in her hands. "You like me?" She asked, pressing her shiny lips together in a smile. You breathed out a needy 'yes' against her lips, looking up between her eyes and her mouth. "Is this okay?" You asked.

You knew this wasn't exactly standard practice in.. well.. anywhere. And they were absolutely breaking every code in the book right now, but between the three of you, not one of you cared. "Is it okay?" She asked, scrunching her eyebrows at you. "Were all adults here." Gojo smiled, sitting against the arm of the chair as he watched the two of you.

When you nodded, Geto's lips were on yours. "Mmm! Mph-" You moaned against her lips when she wasted no time in making her tongue home in your mouth, she slid her hands to your waist and pulled you against her so you were pelvis to pelvis. "Gotta be quiet for me, okay?" She whispered in between kisses.

You nodded, vocalizing an 'uh-huh" aginst her lips before she climbed on top of you, pressing her knee against your cunt while she kissed you hungrily. You squeezed your thighs around hers, your knee simultaneously bumping against her mound, your leg pushing her dress up her thighs as exposing her panties to your hungry eyes.

"Fuck, this is so fucking hot." Gojo groaned, you cracked your eyes open and looked at him out of the corner of your eye, Geto took the opportunity to grip the bottom half of your face in her hand and tilted it to the side, facing Gojo, as she brought her lips down to your neck and started kissing and sucking the skin there. "Keep your eyes on him, sure hes jerking off right about now." She giggled against your neck, her other hand touching freely over your body.

Her intuition was spot on, the white-haired man was groping himself over his pants, and his white doctor's jacket had been discarded on the chair he was leaning against as he watched the show in front of him.

“D-Doctor Gojo,” you whined, squeezing your thighs harder around Geto’s leg as your arousal spiked watching him jerk off. “You like watchin me baby?” he asked, a drunken smile plastering itself on his face. “Y-yes” you replied, making him put his full weight on his feet as he walked towards you.

“Bet you’ll like touchin me even more.” The white haired man came up on the side of you and held your head in his hand as he pressed his thighs against the bed the two of you were on. Gojo reached for your hand and made you palm him over his pants while Geto turned your head back to her and kissed you once more.

The man’s big hand groped over yours and aided you in touching his cock through his slacks while Geto moaned into your mouth. He felt absolutely massive under your hand, you doubted even Gojo himself could wrap his hand completely around his cock. “Oh good fucking girl.” He praised, biting his lip while he watched the two of you go at it like animals.

Geto dropped her hand from your face and used it to massage your tit once more, paying more attention to your nipple now that she could stop disguising her shameless groping as a breast exam. "You're so sensitive here I don't know how you held out for so long." She teased, pulling her mouth back with a wet sound as she watched your face contort under her hands ministrations against your chest.

Your other hand came up to press her hand against hers, silently telling her not to stop. "Oh yeah? You like that?" She moaned, smiling at your silent plea. "Don't worry baby, Ill make you feel even better." She promised, using the tip of her middle finger to rub around the areola of your nipple, making your hips push up against her knee.

"We" Gojo corrected the dark-haired woman. "We will make you feel even better." The woman laughed, moving her eyes to focus on Gojo's while she leaned down against your chest and sucked the little bud into her mouth. She chose not to respond and instead oped to close her eyes as she hummed around your warm nipple, rolling and sucking it into her mouth, making sure to spend extra attention to the tip of your nipple with her tongue.

Gojo watched your body jerk and squirm against the bed while she alternated between your sensitive nipples; she used her other hand to grope the tit her mouth wasn't on, making sure it didn't feel lonely. Your hand went slack against his crotch, giving Gojo the time to pull away before he was unzipping his pants and pulling his cock through the hole in his boxers.

You moaned sharply when you felt him press your hand around something warm and hard. You instinctively wrapped your hand around it, making him coo at you as you looked over to watch what you were doing. "Yesss, stroke my dick, pretty girl." He smiled, using his big hand to run his fingers through your hair while you slowly and unsurely gave the handsome doctor a handjob.

Geto popped off of your tits after a while, staring down at her work as she admired the light purple hickeys that decorated your breasts along with your swollen nipples from all her sucking. "So fucking pretty," She praised, making Gojo hum in agreement. "I would looove to suck your tits all day, but your cunt has been pulsing against my knee for so fucking long I cant take it anymore." She said, crawling off from on top of you and sliding your panties down your thighs with her.

"Fuck yess." Gojo moaned, biting his lip. He really had no romantic interest in Geto, but you were both undeniably hot, and the thought of watching her eating you out and her making you cum on her tongue in front of him made his dick throb in your grip. "Pervert." Geto smiled smugly, rolling her eyes. "I'm only a man." He said, making her giggle as she pulled your body once more, to the edge of the bed. "W-what are you gonna do." You asked, looking down at the woman between your legs before looking over to the white-haired man on your side.

"Im gonna eat your pussy while you suck Doctor Gojo off, that sound okay to you guys?" She asked, smiling sweetly between the two of you. Both you and Gojo nodded quickly at her proposition, "I can't think of a better idea myself." He responded, dropping his other hand down to caress the head of his best friend. She rolled her eyes at his dramatics before she slung your thighs around her head, kneeling on the steps below the bed.

"You ever squirted before?" She asked you, making you sit up slightly to look at her, "N-no." You answered, making her smile mischievously before she bit your thigh hard, pulling the skin back before releasing it, "You will." She responded confidently. You had no doubt in your mind that she wouldn't. You turned your head back to the doctor, watching your hand stroke his cock while Geto had her way with your thighs.

"You ever sucked a cock before?" He asked, caressing your head comfortingly. His brain short-circled when he watched you look up at him from under your lashes, your doe eyes looking glassy, "Not one as big as yours." You said, dropping your eyes back down to his length. You thought dicks like his only existed in porn. You swallowed hard thinking about how you were going to fit him in your mouth. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you." He assured, his abs clenchedwhen you rubbed your thumb over his tip, spreading the wetness down the length of his cock.

He brought himself as close as he could, cradling your head while you stroked his dick right in front of your face, just inches from your mouth. Geto was having the time of her life between your thighs, she was suckinng and biting every last bit of your skin to make sure that every time you looked in the mirror for weeks afterward, you would be reminded of what happened that day.

She brought her mouth closer and closer to where you needed her the most; her teasing making you squeeze your hand around Gojo's cock harder. "Fuck, such a pretty pussy." She mumbled to no one in particular. "If its so pretty, maybe you should eat it already~" Gojo teased, dying to see you squirm on her tongue and feel you moan around his cock while she ate you out.

Geto was constantly bragging to Gojo about her skilled tongue in bed, having seemingly endless stories about how she made guys and girls alike squirt like a fountain in record-breaking times, he was excited to finally see it in person. "Don't tell me what to do Satoru." She chastized--but listened to him anyways.

She leaned her head down between your legs and gave a precise kitten lick to your little clit, making you jolt. You wished you could watch her, but you had work to do yourself, the feeling of her hands wrapping around your thighs while she ate you out would have to do. You brought your own head closer to Gojo's cock and mimicked her actions on you, against him, kitten licking the tip of his dick.

"Yesss," Gojo groaned with a smile, not knowing where he wanted to look more as his eyes darted between your lips that were slowly but surely wrapping themselves around his cock, or in between your legs, where his best friend shook her head back and forth against your wetness, making your body jerk at the intense pleasure. "Holy shit, you're so fucking sweet." She whined against your cunt, sucking the little neglected bud into her mouth.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at her ministrations, the vibrations from her voice around your clit sent pleasant chills down your spine. Gojo watched with a slack jaw as you bobbed your head further down his dick, using your small hand to smear the spit you were creating down the length of his cock and jerk off what couldn't fit in your mouth from this angle.

You were grateful to have something plugging you up, because Geto's expert tongue was doing wonders for you, and you weren't sure how quiet you could've been without having Gojo's cock in your throat. This all felt like a fuzzy dream to you, because there was absolutely no way you were getting tag-teamed by your new physician and his hot nurse on top of this this hard hospital bed on a Thursday.

Geto's tongue quickly brought you back down to reality when she started drawing quick circles against your clit with her thumb, as she buried her face as deep as possible against you, tongue fucking your cunt and moaning against you shamelessly. "I don't think you're the one we have to worry about staying quiet." Gojo giggled down at you.

She pulled her mouth back from you, heaving air into her lungs as she spoke, "You're saying that without having tasted her." She said, before dropping her tongue back on you. Gojo wasn't sure how long she had been doing it, but at some point, her hand come down to play with her own needy cunt between your legs while she ate you out. He couldn't see exactly what she was doing because of his blocked vision by the table, but he could see her arm was moving rapidly underneath you.

"Must taste r-real good if she has you fingering yourself." Gojo teased, his words coming out in stutters when you tried to take his cock deeper in your throat, resulting in a gag that made your throat constrict around him. She just moaned in response, keeping up the delicious circles on your clit while she drank up every drop of your arousal that you gave her.

You brought your head away from Gojo's cock, popping your lips back with a lewd wet sound. "Y-you're so big D-doctor." You pouted, staring up at the man. He knew it was so wrong, so absolutely twisted, but when he heard you call him 'doctor' in this situation, it made a heavy drop of pre drip onto your hand. "Oh, you're fucking naughty." He giggled, starting to hump his cock in your hand, making obscene 'schlick' sounds emanate around the room.

You let yourself moan freely for a couple of seconds before your mouth was back on him. You made quick circles around the tip of his cock, rotating your tongue against him while making sure to pay special attention to the vein that ran on the underside of his cock. "What a fucking mouth~" He said, letting his jaw fall open as his head tipped back in a moan, trying his hardest not to release his load over your pretty face so soon.

His brain short-circuited when your other hand joined the mix, massaging his balls in the palm of your hand. "Oh fuck- just like that, don't fucking stopp." He moaned, gripping his nails harder against your scalp while you bobbed your head around his cock and played with his heavy balls in your hands with a delicious rhythm.

The truth was, Geto was rapidly bringing you towards what you knew would be a mindblowing orgasm, and you wanted to make Gojo cum before that, so you put all of your brainpower onto pleasuring him while the dark-haired woman between your thighs alternated between sucking your cit and finger fucking you, curling her fingers against your sweet spot; and tongue fucking you while she spelled her name on your clit with her fingers.

"Think she's gonna cum." Geto mumbled against your pussy, making Gojo groan in acknowledgment. "Fuck, I am too." He responded. "So fucking t-tight." She whimpered into your pussy, quickening the speed of the thrusts inside herself as she used the palm of her hand to grind her clit against it. "You gonna let me cum all over your pretty face? Huh?" Gojo asked, scratching his nails over your head.

You looked up at him through your lashes, your watery eyes trying their best not to roll back in your head as you nodded around him, giving your consent. "You're so fucking." thrust "Perfect." He grinned, giggling when you gagged particularly hard against his mean hips.

The coil in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter, you so desperately needed to see Geto’s face before you came; you knew it would push you over the edge. “Oh- S-shit-“ Gojo groaned, “C-can I fuck your throat? I’m so close, promise I’ll be fast.” The thought of him losing control and humping hi cock into your warm mouth sounded like just what you needed right now.

You shook your head to the best of your ability, dropping both hands from his cock as he grabbed your cheek with his other hand, getting a better leverage on you before he started fucking hi cock down your throat. You brought your hands down to the woman’s hair between your legs and dug your nails into her scalp, making her whine into your clit. “Mhm-mhm-“ she hummed against you while you used her head to hump your own hips against her face.

You fought back gag after gag as gojo used your mouth like his own personal flesh light, biting his lip and gritting his teeth while he focused his gaze intently on your lips that were swallowing up his cock. The tears that had welled up in your eyes began to fall down your cheeks at his rough treatment on your throat.

“Good girl, good fucking girl- almost- fuck-“ Gojo groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as his pace grew sloppy on your throat. The lack of oxygen was bringing you closer to your orgasm, but you so desperately wanted to watch him cum before Geto made you cum first.

Gojo fucked the entirety of his cock down your throat, pressing jus balls against your chin while he grit his teeth, feeling himself twitch in your warm mouth. “Fuuuuuck-“ The white haired man groaned, pulling his hips quickly back from your mouth and letting you cough freely as you swallowed air into your lungs.

Your hips pace against Geto’s mouth was sloppy, your body stuttering as you moved while her lips suction cupped around your clit and teased it with her wet tongue. You turned your head to look down at her, making contact with her glassy eyes and her furrowed brows as she nodded at you, moaning against your wetness.

The sight sent you over the edge, you gripped her hair tightly between your fingers, your nails digging into her scalp in unison as you squirted all over her face. She pulled her mouth and hand she was working on herself back as she fucked her fingers directly into your sweet spot while rubbing quickly back and forth over your sensitive clit, making your juices spray on her.

Gojo stroked his cock next to your face furiously, looking down at your pussy as you squirted all over his best friends face. “Fuckk,” he groaned, grabbing your face in his hand he turned your head to look up at him.

Your eyes were foggy and all out of focus from how hard you came, your body still shaking and twitching from the orgasm as Geto’s fingers fucked you through the aftershocks. “Tongue out.” Gojo grit through his teeth, biting his lip when you quickly obeyed.

“S-shit-“ The doctor tipped his head back as his jaw fell slack. He tapped his cockhead on your tongue, laying it flat on it before he stilled his hand. His hot ropes of cum spurted into your mouth as he groaned freely, fucking his hips into his hand as some streaks of his cum landed on your cheeks and hair. “How pretty.” Geto whined from under you; referring to the painting gojo was creating on your face.

Gojo’s body jerked and jolted as he came all over your face, his head tipping forward towards the end of his orgasm as he squeezed his cock up to the tip, making sure he gave you every last drop of his cum. “Shiiiit” the man giggled, watching you lean your head up and suck his tip clean before you pulled back, letting your head fall against the hard bed as you licked his cum off your lips. “Could she be any more perfect?” he said to Geto.

You were too fucked out to notice that Gojo was still hard, even though he just came. Geto stood up from between your legs, sliding her tights and panties off in the process as she kicked them to some corner of the room. “Well let’s find out.” She answered, giving Gojo a quick smirk before she straddled your limp body.

Without so much as saying a word, she grabbed your cum covered face in her hands and licked Gojo’s cum off your cheeks, making you blush. “Cum hungry slut.” Gojo laughed at his best friend's shameless display of lust. “It’s not for me, freak.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Want this cutie to taste herself, and you when I kiss her.” She said, giving you no room to talk as she pressed her lips against yours.

“fuck yeahh~” Gojo laughed, a drunken smile spreading itself over his face while he watched Geto suck your tongue, making you taste yourself mixed with Gojo’s cum. She pulled back after a while, a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you stared at her with a fucked out expression, “How does that taste?” she asked, keeping her strong grip on your chin as she awaited your answer.

“‘S fucking good, t-thank you.” you slurred, your own aroused smile spreading across your face. She smiled at you, pressing her lips to yours once more in a sweeter kiss before she pulled back, humming when your hands came to rest on top of her thighs. "I know thats fucking right~" Gojo added, beginning to stroke himself again, shamelessly walking over to the bottom half of your body so he could stare at your soaked pussy and the wetness that was smeared all over your thighs.

"It's missing something though.." You continued, watching your hands stroke along her soft pale thighs. She tilted her head at you, waiting for you to continue. "I didn't taste you." You said. Your sudden bold words made her feel like a dozen butterflies had just been hatched and were bouncing inside her stomach. "Yeah? You wanna taste me?" She said, sitting up straight as she rubbed her fingers over your wet lips.

You opened her mouth for her and she slipped her fingers inside the warmth as you did so, her jaw dropping and a crimson blush spreading across her face at how eagerly you sucked down her fingers. "That's a good idea!" Gojo exclaimed, spreading your thighs apart as he pushed them over his shoulders, making himself home between your legs.

You couldn't see him very well because of Geto straddling you, but you felt his plush lips leave soft kisses and bites against your calf and ankle before you felt something else. His dripping cock head was tapping against your folds as he used one hand to slowly rub his cock back and forth across your wetness. "Wanna eat the pretty nurse out while I fuck your cunt? Huh?" Gojo said, making you hum in approval around Geto's fingers.

You would be lying if you said you weren't a little nervous. You had barely been able to take Gojo's cock in your mouth, how on earth would you fit him inside your pussy? "Pretty nurse?" Geto laughed, twisting her body to give Gojo a look of incredulousness. He reached out and squished her soft cheeks in between his hands, shaking her head back and forth a little as he did so, making her face go deadpan. "Yes~ You're such a pretty nurse~" He said, scrunching his nose at her childishly while he did so.

She used her free hand to smack his wrist away before her hand came to rub her own jaw and soothe it from his harsh grip. "I can't stand you," Geto said, rolling her eyes before she flipped her hair in his face, turning her body back to you to watch you suck on her fingers some more. Their banter eased some of the anxiety you were feeling, you were glad they weren't so serious. "And yet you're about to fuck this pretty girl with me~" Gojo cooed, gripping his large hand on the back of her neck as he rubbed his thumb against the skin there.

"I'm separating myself from you at this moment." She said, biting her lip in irritation as she let Gojo massage her neck, unwilling to tell him to stop as the sensation actually felt pleasant. She brought her full attention back down to you, popping her fingers out of her mouth before she crossed her arms over her body and pulled the long sleeve white dress off of her body, discarding it on the floor.

Her breasts bounced animatedly when she removed the fabric, her tits practically spilling out of her bra when she shimmied further up your body, now hovering over your collarbones in nothing but the white bra. You bit your lip as Gojo had begun pressing his cock against your clit and rubbed it in circles, sending pleasure to the both of you.

"Geto please." You wined, your mouth practically drooling with the sight of her cunt being so close to your mouth. "What do you need?" She asked, bringing her fingers wet with your saliva down to rub her clit above you. Gojo shook his head at the scene, stroking himself harder as he continued pressing his cockhead against your little bud. You clenched around nothing at the need to feel him inside you combined with the need to have Geto sit on your face already.

"Wanna eat you out, please." You moaned, wrapping your arms under her thighs as you tried to pull her down on your face. She smiled down at you, feeling herself grow wetter at your words. Gojo wasn't helping in the slightest, he used his thumb to spread your pussy apart and had started to press his tip against your hole, almost letting it slip in before he pulled back. "She sounds so good when she begs," Gojo said, keeping his eyes glued to where the two of you were about to be connected.

"I think so too~" Geto agreed, sliding her fingers down her pussy as she pressed her fingers against her opening, letting them slide inside herself as she tipped her head back. You watched with a slack jaw as she fingered herself on top of you, your mouth watered every time she pulled her fingers out and saw how they were coated with her wetness. "Gojo- Geto- please," You begged, needing to feel some sort of stimulation from someone.

"Gojo p-please fuck me- c-cant take it." you continued, looking between Geto's eyes and her dripping cunt as soft moans fell from her lips and flooded your ears. "Watching her get off is makin' you all horny huh?" He teased, watching your lower body squirm as you tried to press yourself against Gojo and slip his cock inside of you. "Y-yes" You felt the tears start to well up in your eyes with how bad you needed them, the sight made Geto furrow he brows and coo above you.

"Aww, Gojo, she's crying." She said, giggling. The man behind you let out a loud groan as he gripped his cock harder in his hold. "Fuck, really?" He said, his arousal very evident in his tone. "Maybe we should stop teasing her then." He said, pressing his tip harder against your entrance and making you think he was really going to give it to you that time. "Yesyesyes" You slurred, rolling your hips against Gojo as he finally let his tip slide inside you.

You accidentally let out a too-loud moan at the stimulation, making Geto 'tsk' down at you. "Shut her up Suguru, she's gonna get even louder in a minute." Gojo grit through his teeth, holding the base of his cock tightly to prevent him from cumming prematurely as he slid his cock deeper into your walls. Your chest rose and fell quickly the deeper he gave it to you, the ache in your pelvis slowly subsiding.

"Yeah yeah." She said, rolling her eyes before she removed her fingers from herself and licked them clean, moving her body up to straddle your mouth while she pressed her hands next to your head to steady herself. "Just so you know, if it were up to me, I would be teasing you for hours." She said smugly, before finally, finally dropping her weight and pressing her cunt against your mouth.

She did so a the perfect timing too, right when Gojo bottomed out. Meaning you moaned long and loudly against her cunt, making her shiver at the intensity of the vibrations. "Oh fuc-kk, so fucking tight." Gojo moaned, tipping his head back and shutting his eyes as he let the both of you adjust to the feeling and girth of him stretching out your walls.

You tried to squeeze your thighs together but to no avail, as Gojo held them apart, gripping your thighs that hung over his shoulders. Geto wasted no time in rocking her hips against your mouth, moving one of her hands to grip itself in your hair as your lips came to suck on her neglected clit. Her taste was just what you were missing, you wanted to keep your eyes on hers but the attention from the both of them was too much, making you roll your eyes back in your head.

"Oh s-shit." She wined, biting her lip as you ate her out with vigor. "Gonna move now," Gojo warned before he started up a brutal pace on your cunt. Loud squelches and slaps echoed through the small room with the intensity of his thrusts, making Geto chastise him, "G-gojo too f-fucking loud."

"I don't give a fuck," He groaned, dropping his chin as he stared down at your cunt, watching a ring of your cum form around the base of his thick cock. "I dare someone to say shit to me." The doctor added, dropping one of his hands down to where the two of you were connected as he started rubbing his thumb in delicious circles against your clit, making you wine and moan into Geto's pussy.

She was leaking so much into your mouth, so much so that you had no more doubts in your mind or anxieties about not being able to make her feel good. She was gasping and moaning on top of you, all of her snarky comments flooding from her brain at the way your tongue was fucking her stupid. She rocked her clit against the tip of her nose, making her stomach clench and her body jerk over you every time her hips humped forward.

"Fucking hypocrite." Gojo huffed out a short laugh, reaching his other hand around Geto's mouth as he covered it, quieting her moans as they became muffled against his palm. "Some noisy fucking ladies you are~" He cooed. The squelching between your legs increased as he fucked into you with more vigor. "You like bein' used like this? Huh?" Gojo asked, rubbing your clit with pinpoint precision and making your eyes roll back in your head. "Squeezin' me so tight down here feels like you're tryna milk me." The doctor laughed, his jaw-dropping in a small o when your cunt squeezed around him particularly hard.

"Too bad you're not on birth control now or id fill this pretty cunt up." He said, shaking his head in disbelief at how good you felt around him. Geto's moans increased when your tongue fucked into her deeper, Gojo's words heightening your arousal. "Bet you'd like that huh?" His filthy mouth continued. "Your doctor cumming inside your perfect little cunt while Nurse Geto fucks your face." His own eyes rolled back at his words, he felt his cock twitch with how badly he wished he could fill you up.

Geto's other hand that was stabilizing herself by your head came up to grip Gojo's wrists, the volume of her moans getting louder against the palm of his hand; simultaneously her hips started losing their rhythm on your face. "Shit" Gojo laughed, "Think you're gonna make her cum." He said, which made you increase your antic on her cunt, opting to suck her clit back into your mouth so she didn't have to strain her thighs by humping against your face.

That was the right call, her body stopped being able to grind against you the closer she got to her orgasm, her hips jolted and jerked against your mouth as she gripped harder onto Gojo's wrist. "Yeah yeah give it to her, cum in her fucking mouth." Gojo groaned, talking her through it while you encouraged her from below, moaning "mhm-mhm." Into her wetness.

Gojo pressed his balls as hard as he could against your ass as he fucked his cock to the hilt inside of you and stilled there, waiting for Geto's orgasm to finish. The woman could be heard moaning profanities mixed with your name into Gojo's palm as you sucked the orgasm out of her, her body curled in on itself as her high rippled through her. Every time she jerked forward, a bit of her cum spurted itself into your mouth. You slowed your tongue against her as her body's jerking got less and less frequent, until her shaking stopped altogether.

Gojo removed his hand from her mouth as she collapsed down on the side of you, breathing heavily. "Holy fuck, no one ever made me cum that hard." She confessed, clenching her thighs together in the aftershocks as you smiled at her drunkenly. "You're so pretty." She said, sliding her body down so she was laying the side of you, one knee thrown over your body as she caressed your cheek in her hand and combined your lips together in a kiss.

"Aww, so sweet." Gojo cooed, biting his lip and smiling before he resumed his pace on your cunt, making you pull back from the kiss as you moaned loudly. "Asshole, we were having a moment." Geto chastized, rolling her eyes at his childish behavior. "I was feeling left out." He whined, rolling his hips against yours and creating delicious friction against your sweet spot inside you. "That feel good?" He asked, finally being able to see your pretty, fucked out face.

"Y-yes, so good Doctor G-gojo." Once again, the inappropriate use of his title made his cock throb unreasonably hard; he wouldn't look too hard into it. "Fuck, you really are so pretty." He said, shaking his head at how gorgeous you looked with your pace covered in Geto's cum, your eyes all out of focus, and your hair going in every direction from the face fucking. "Geto," Gojo started, making the dark-haired woman lay her face against the crook of your neck while she looked down at him.

"Keep her quiet." He instructed once more. She did not need to be told twice. Lifting her head, she once again pressed your lips together and slotted your lips together slowly, tasting herself on your tongue. "S-so sweet." You whined, making her giggle against your lips. "Thank you, baby." She replied, swallowing up your moans as Gojo fucked you with more vigor.

"Shiiit, wish I was fucking recording this right now." Gojo wined, pulling his lip between his teeth, "You guys making out is so fucking hot." He said, rubbing his thumb on your clit harder and faster as he brought the both of you to your impending orgasms. The way your cunt pulsed rhythmically was the first clue that you were about to make a mess on his cock.

"S-shit, gonna squirt again? Huh? Gonna squirt all over my cock this time?" Gojo questioned, his teasing tone making the coil in your tummy tighten. You pulled back from Geto's lips, making eye contact with him. "Y-yes sir." You wined. The new name caught him off guard, but he was in no universe complaining. "Yeah? Good fucking girl let me see it then, wanna feel you cum all over my cock." He moaned, his hips stuttering as his pace lost its rhythm.

Geto cupper her hand over your mouth and stared her dark eyes into yours, "You can do it baby, cum all over him, just like you did on my mouth." You blushed at their words, the coil in your stomach tightening and tightening before Geto was dropping her head down to your nipple, and sucking, and thats all it took.

"Fuck yeahhh~" Gojo moaned, rubbing his fingers back and forth over your clit as you came around his cock, your squirt wetting his abdomen and slacks alike with the intensity of your orgasm. Geto moaned around your nipple, her other hand coming to pinch the other between her fingers as the two of them worked you through it.

About halfway through your orgasm, Gojo pulled out. The doctor kept up his fingers against your clit, his movements getting sloppy as he jerked himself off over your tummy, "fuck- fuck cumming, cumming-" He warned before he released his hot seed on your tummy. His body jerked forward and his abs clenched as he spurted long ropes of his cum onto your skin, his eyes rolling back in his head as he pictured behind his eyelids that he was filling you up with his cum and not wasting it like this.

Despite that fact, he just had one of the most intense and satisfying orgasms he has ever had. "Holy fuck." The man groaned, his eyes rolling back into place from the back of his head as he came down from his high. He let your legs drop from his shoulders and onto the bed as his hands chased them, squeezing the fat of your thighs to stabilize himself.

The both of you breathed heavily into the small room, and the three of you stayed silent as you let your souls find their way back into your body, Geto popped off of your nipples after a couple seconds and rested her head against your collarbones while she waited for the two of you to calm down.

"Wow." Your voice could be heard throughout the room, breaking the silence, and making the two of them laugh. "Couldn't have said it better myself." Gojo snorted. "Oh shit, what about the other patients." You said panicked, sitting up on your forearms as the woman lying on your chest was pushed up with you. "Shhh, it's okay," Gojo cooed, rubbing your thighs as he ran his hand through his sweaty hair. "You were my last patient." He said, making you sigh in relief. "I think." He finished, making both you and Geto drop your jaws simultaneously.

"Youre so irrisponsibale." Geto said, shaking her head as she caressed your tummy. "Say that when you're not lying on the hospital bed naked and covered in cum with a patient." He said, tilting his head to the side as he let his eyes fall shut and smiled. She just narrowed her eyes at him as he tucked his softening cock back into his pants before he started to make himself look presentable again.

Once he was finished he gathered Geto's and your clothes from the floor and leaned over you, placing his hand on your thigh as he leaned his face just inches from yours, "You did so fucking well." He said before he leaned in and gave you a soft kiss before pulling away and staring into your eyes intimately, "Just in case you were having any doubts." He added before leaning away completely and turning to untie the curtain that blocked the three of you off from the rest of the room.

Geto made herself comfortable behind you as she watched Gojo tidy up the room, laying her head on your shoulder as she wrapped her arms around your naked body. "Are you guys gonna stay there forever or?" He asked once he had made the room look like three people didn't just fuck in it. Geto looked up at the ceiling, contemplating her answer before she answered, "Mmm, I think so, yeah." She finally said, kissing your shoulder and making you giggle before she slid out from behind you and started dressing herself again; making you follow her lead.

After you had gotten dressed again; and fixed Geto's hair per her request; Gojo cleared his throat before speaking, "I'll put in a good request for a transfer so you can follow up with a good friend of mine about that IUD." He said too formally, making you panic slightly. Of course, he didn't want you to be his patient anymore, it would be inappropriate, but damn did it hurt. "Did.. did I do something wrong?" You asked insecurely, making the two of them tilt their heads at you.

"Well, I don't know about Geto.." He started, making you hold your breath at the impending rejection, "But I like where this relationship is headed, so I don't think it appropriate for us to stay Doctor/Nurse and patient if want to see where this goes," He said, making Geto smile and nod in agreement, "If, that's something you want." He finished.

"You could've led with that." You said, heaving out a sigh that made the both of them laugh. "Yeah, that's my fault~" Gojo laughed, rubbing his large hand on the back of his neck. "I'm sorry if it seems like I'm rushing I just.." He scrunches up his face before speaking, "I guess I've been getting paged for the last half hour about another patient I allegedly had after you." He said, a nervous smile plastering itself over his face, making Geto facepalm.

"Scram, I'll take over from here and meet you in a second," Geto said, to which Gojo placed his hand on her shoulder and thanked her dramatically. The tall man walked up to you, grabbing your hips in his large hands before he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, using his thumb to pull down your bottom lip when he pulled away. "Text me when you get that IUD and ill show you how good gettin' your pussy filled with cum can feel~" He said confidently, leaving a peck on your lips before he spoke one last thanks to Geto, and was out the door.

"I'll take good care of you, let's get our digits in that phone of yours and we can start on the transfer resuest~" Geto cooed, holding her hand out for you to place your phone in.

You might have left the building with one less doctor than you had when you came in, but you left with two potential partners, and that was more than fine with you.

[pucksandpower]

Charles Leclerc x CEO!Reader - Social Media AU

Formula 1 News: Everything We Know About Arnault Racing So Far

The team is owned by LVMH, the world’s leading luxury goods company, and is named after the prominent Arnault family, which includes LVMH’s chief operating officer Y/N Arnault, wife of Charles Leclerc. Y/N is the youngest daughter of Bernard Arnault, the world’s richest man, and is said to be his favored successor.

They are expected to benefit from the extensive resources and expertise of LVMH which boasts a diverse portfolio of luxury brands such as Louis Vuitton, Christian Dior, Moët & Chandon, TAG Heuer, and Tiffany & Co. These assets could potentially provide Arnault Racing with a competitive edge on and off the track in a sport heavily reliant on business dealings.

As with any new team, Arnault Racing will face numerous challenges including building a strong technical staff, securing talented drivers, and establishing partnerships with sponsors and suppliers. However, the backing of LVMH’s vast resources and the Arnault family’s commitment to success bode well for their prospects.

While no official announcement has been made regarding Charles Leclerc’s involvement with Arnault Racing, his familial connection to the team coupled with his recent decision to step away from Scuderia Ferrari has fueled rumors and heightened interest in whether he will be part of Arnault Racing’s driver lineup … (Read more)

Press Conference of Arnault Racing CEO, Y/N Arnault, and Team Principal, Sebastian Vettel

REPORT Arnault Racing snags Adrian Newey: CEO Y/N Arnault says “whatever arbitrary figure you have in your head, triple it and that’s how much we offered him” (Aug 2023)

NEWS Red Bull loses LVMH-owned sponsor TAG Heuer as entry of Arnault Racing brings new conflict of interest (Dec 2023)

UPDATE A weekend of team bonding on the beach after the car launch? Charles Leclerc and Mick Schumacher talk about flourishing environment at Arnault Racing (Feb 2024)

FEATURE What to expect from Arnault Racing — data from preseason testing explained (Feb 2024)

REPORT Podiums and points: a strong start to the season for newcomers Arnault Racing (Mar 2024)

FEATURE The Prince that was promised: Charles Leclerc triumphs in Monaco (May 2024)

UPDATE Who are the ‘losers’ and ‘winners’ halfway through the season? Arnault closes in on Red Bull as Ferrari falls behind (Jul 2024)

FEATURE What could have been — Arnault’s Charles Leclerc tops the podium in Monza as Tifosi look on (Sep 2024)

NEWS Red Bull’s reign continues as Arnault brings home historic P2 in both the Drivers’ and Contructors’ championship during debut season (Nov 2024)

REPORT Arnault promises more competitive 2025 season following already impressive first year on the grid (Jan 2025)

“We find ourselves at the edge of our seats here in Abu Dhabi. It all comes down to this final lap of the season and the battle for the World Championship has reached its peak! Charles Leclerc of Arnault and Max Verstappen of Red Bull are locked in a fierce duel for the ultimate prize.”

“This is the moment every racing fan has been waiting for. The atmosphere here is electric and the stakes couldn’t be higher. Leclerc and Verstappen have been pushing the absolute limits of their cars and their skills throughout this intense race.”

“They certainly have. Both drivers have showcased their exceptional talent and determination all season long. It’s a clash of titans, and now, as they approach the final corners, it’s do-or-die time.”

“Leclerc has been holding onto the lead for the majority of this race but Verstappen is focused in his pursuit. The Dutchman is determined to wrestle this championship away from Leclerc’s grasp.”

“The tension is palpable here as they enter the final sector. Leclerc seems to be holding his ground but Verstappen is right on his tail, looking for the slightest opportunity to strike!”

“This is nail-biting stuff. The championship hangs in the balance as they approach the final turn. Leclerc takes a defensive line but Verstappen moves to the inside. He’s desperately trying to overtake!”

“Verstappen is side-by-side with Leclerc! They’re wheel-to-wheel! What an incredible battle! They both accelerate out of the corner …”

“They’re neck and neck! It’s an all-out sprint to the checkered flag. Who will emerge victorious?”

“Leclerc finds another gear! He edges ahead of Verstappen!”

“It’s a photo finish! They cross the line. And ... it’s Charles Leclerc! Charles Leclerc has done it! Charles Leclerc is the World Champion!”

“What an incredible end to the season. Charles Leclerc and Arnault Racing have taken the championship title in a heart-stopping finale!”

“This is the stuff of legends. Leclerc has proven himself a champion through and through today. The emotion in the Arnault Racing garage is indescribable!”

“What an amazing moment for Leclerc and his team. This race will be remembered for years to come. Congratulations to Charles Leclerc! Congratulations to Arnault Racing!”

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y/narnault ✨ Abu Dhabi, 2017 ✨

A chance encounter in the paddock with a hotshot young driver sent us both sprawling to the ground and ignited a spark that changed our lives forever. Our love story began in Yas Marina as Charles celebrated the end of the season after winning the F2 championship. Little did we know that this would be the start of a remarkable journey, both on and off the track

Fast forward to ...

✨ Abu Dhabi, 2025 ✨

As the CEO of Arnault Racing, it fills my heart with immense pride to witness our immensely talented driver win a much deserved World Drivers' Championship. As the wife of Charles Leclerc, it makes me even prouder to see the most amazing person I know finally be granted the fruit of his labors. There has been no sweeter feeling than chasing our dreams hand-in-hand

Eight years later, in Yas Marina once again, our journey came full circle. Our love, like a well-oiled machine, has only grown stronger with each challenge we faced. Working together as a team, we transformed dreams into reality and surpassed every limit. The joy of victory, the adrenaline of the race — it all pales in comparison to the love and support we share

To our extraordinary team at Arnault Racing, thank you for your relentless commitment and tireless efforts. Each one of you has played a vital role in making history this season and we truly could not have done it without you

Charles, my champion, you continue to inspire me every day with your talent, dedication, and resilient spirit. The road here has not always been easy but I am thankful for every obstacle we faced because they made us grow as people and as partners in both love and racing. We have weathered the storms and celebrated the triumphs. The countless hours of hard work, sacrifice, and pouring over data for so long that we forgot the cookies burning in the oven brought us to this extraordinary moment of victory. But beyond the increasingly crowded trophy cases and roaring crowds, it is our love that always shines the brightest. No matter where we may have placed in the standings, I was always content in knowing that we are P1 on the podium of life — and now we stand on top of both together

This chapter is just beginning. There are still many races left to win, many trophies left to raise, and many championships left to clinch

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charles_leclerc From the moment we met, you have seen me not just as a driver or public figure but as a person with hopes, dreams, and flaws. You have been there for me through the setbacks and the victories and your faith in me never has wavered. Your belief in me pushed me to be the best version of myself and I will spend the rest of our lives eternally grateful for being sent such an angel. Our victories are not only measured by the number of trophies or the applause of the crowds but in the quiet moments we get to bask in the life we built together. Our love has always been the beacon that guides me, even in the darkest of times. It is the constant reminder that no matter where we stand in the standings, we have each other to lean on. I have no doubt that it is because of you that I stand here today. You are my pillar of strength, my constant motivation, and my rock. Without your love and support, none of this would have been possible. Thank you, mon amour, for believing in me, for supporting me, and for always standing by my side. It is fate that brought us together and destiny that irreversibly wove our hearts into one

f1wagupdates you two are singlehandedly keeping my belief in true love alive

formulanone how are they still in the honeymoon phase after eight years together and i can’t even get a text back?

arnaultracing there are power couples and then there is THE power couple 🤩

GQ France: An Interview with 2025 Formula 1 World Champion Charles Leclerc

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charles_leclerc Baby Leclerc will make their F1 debut in August 🍼

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pierregasly hmmm i wonder what happened a little over nine months before the due date?

mickschumacher no wonder we couldn’t find them during the championship party 😳

arnaultracing a championship baby for our champions 🏆

lovelyleclerc oh to be reincarnated as their baby

leclercbabe it’s really getting gifted godly genes, money, and talent 😭

princecharles is it bad that i’m jealous of a baby that hasn’t even been born yet?

[joonipertree]

idea for the Boxer!Katsuki and Artist!Reader AU! What if, ON TOP OF a rly bad day w college and being overwhelmed w work, we lost our paints :( n we luv our paints so we cry, but katsuki’s there to make us feel better and get us a new set :3

Thank you so fucking much for this. Idk if you knew but I'm actually making a portfolio for art school and Ive been crying every other night because of how stressed I am and how much I feel like I'm a bad artist. So writing this was cathartic

Part 1, Part 2

Tags: Dom/sub undertones, reader acting out and Bakugo being stern, a peak of what kind of shit I want with older men hsjsjsj, fluff, hurt/comfort, soft katsuki

Katsuki was one of the last people you wanted to see when you're in a bad mood. And that might sound terrible but it's because you never wanted to show such a harsh, negative side of yourself to someone you cared about. You were very much a 'feel and then reappear more regulated' type of person. But Katsuki never let you go home on your own anymore, picking you and dropping you off even on days where he had something to do.

So you trotted towards him with a scowl and no energy to fake anything and he noticed instantly, his own concerned scowl mirroring yours.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You said and opened the door, closing it a bit too loudly. You cringed at the sound but buckled yourself in and turned away before the man got in the driver's seat.

"You're shit at lying."

"Fuck off."

Instant regret, a deep inhale from your part as you tensed.

Fuck.

His large hand came on your thigh and you stiffened, all he did was give it a warning squeeze before pulling away. The message was clear. 'Watch it'.

"I'm not willing to discipline you until I know nothing horrible happened but you do know I don't like that shit from you right?"

You said nothing.

"Give me an answer, doll."

"I'm an adult."

"Yeah, you are. And you're a smart one that knows that we have rules. That I'd be taking you over my lap if you talked like that."

Tears pricked your eyes but you blinked them away, not willing to turn your head to show him.

He knew anyways and he dropped the subject, starting the car and driving off.

Katsuki pulled to a stop at a place that wasn't anywhere near your apartment. You were confused as he got out of the car. Your eyes followed him just as he entered a boba shop.

Oh.

A couple minutes later, he came out with a drink for each of you. You remembered when he said that there just wasn't any point of it, that it seemed stupid and too sweet. But pretty soon, he had his own usual order, which was just Brown Sugar boba tea with the sweetness to a minimum.

Katsuki gave you the drink without even looking your way, sipping on his own. You stared at it for a total of ten seconds before timidly taking a sip. The sweetness broke you out of your sour mood, eyes blinking as you focused on the flavour of your favourite tea. The boba was chewy and soft and it grounded you a bit.

Only after you took a sip, did Katsuki start the car and drive.

When you reached home, the apartment the two of you had started sharing a month prior, Katsuki only gave you time to take off your shoes and put down your bag before he had you over his shoulder.

You struggled, hitting his back and asking him to let you go but he didn't listen...not even feeling it.

And when your ass plopped itself onto the couch, your attempt at running away failed when he easily manhandled you in place.

"I'm not patient enough to coax it out of you, so tell me why you're upset. I'll make it better."

You wanted to refuse but the tears were already dripping down your face.

"I'm so bad at art. I'm so f-fucking bad at it. I don't-" you sobbed and his arms were instantly around you, pulling you onto his lap as you cried into him.

"There's so many deadlines and so many things I have to do and nothing is working. And I don't even know if I'm cut out to be an artist. I'm not good enough, I was never good enough for it. I'm gonna fail-- Katsuki I'm so tired."

Your boyfriend rocked you back and forth, giving you kisses everywhere he could reach, on the side of your face and your head and your hair. And you let the tears fall, hiccuping violently and sobbing without restraint.

"I even lost my fucking paints and I can't live without them and I saved up for them and I'm just doing everything wrong."

You let Katsuki envelope you, squeeze you and warm your inside as you let it all out.

When your sobs died down, Katsuki didn't stop peppering kisses everywhere. It took him a second to speak.

"I didn't know shit about art. It all seemed like fancy, time consuming pictures to me. Hell, even now I don't know shit. But when I saw your art, I felt stuff I thought I didn't know how to feel. And that was the first time I realised that maybe life didn't have to be as shitty as it was. Maybe things didn't have to be ugly."

"When we went to those art galleries, yeah they were cool and pretty but not gonna lie, nothing ever left me speechless like your art did. And yeah...I'm biased as fuck, especially because I thought that the look in your eyes was the prettiest out of everything. That sounds cheesy as shit but you make me feel cheesy as shit."

You had stopped crying, left drained and nuzzled against Katsuki while you looked for an anchor to hold onto. And he held you.

"I like seeing you paint the most though, I like how you focus...I like how you curse under your breath, I like how you grin when something looks right, I like how you scan art supplies before you buy them. I like your paint stained hands and your paint water mugs even when I've accidently taken a sip from them. I like that how you laugh when I do that shit. I love that look of pride you have when you're done and staring at it.

It makes you happy so even if I don't understand the point of it, it means a lot to me because of that. So, whenever that thing stops being fun for you, and really stops being fun for you, I'll support you if you wanna stop. But I gotta keep seeing your work, baby, cuz it's like the inside of your head and it's really neat."

You let a few more tears drop, sniffling and looking into his eyes. There was no ingenuity, only pure emotion. And you let him kiss your tears away, you let him pat your head and you let him make you drink water and feed you.

Because it was never a burden for him to do those things, but a priveledge.

The very next day, the same set of paints were in your bag. Brand new and untouched. Along with three different watercolour paper books. 100% pure cotton, 350 gcm.

With a note that said 'you're still down for a spanking for that shitty mouth of yours. Don't make it a habit.'

[sgiandubh]

Whisky, gin and beer

It was always going to be about beer, too - not only whisky and gin. And it was probably designed to be a simultaneous project, that might have been postponed for various reasons: funny how all those intelligent people across the street forget everything about COVID, when it does not fit their agendas. And by COVID, I do not mean only the prolonged lockdowns, but first and foremost the worldwide logistics crisis, with compromised supply chains and overall a huge blow on the transports' sector.

In fact, looking at those trademark websites, it becomes evident that first (now abandoned) trademark application for beer was filed in at the same time as the one for whisky, on December 28, 2018:

Separate categories, as per US regulations, need separate filings, of course. And beer is a brilliant, simple idea, with high quality local ingredients (it's really barley, water, hops and yeast) relatively easy to source. Well, spare perhaps for the hops, but that is not really a problem, anymore:

(Source: the James Hutton Institute's booklet Hops in Scotland, 2018 - well, then. The institute is based in Dundee, by the way, so I think they know exactly what they are talking about, especially after a four year long feasibility study with encouraging results: https://www.hutton.ac.uk/news/scottish-hops-viable-commercial-crop-hutton-research-finds)

As I always make a point of reminding anyone, this page does not deal in fantasy and empty, meaningless scouring of social media accounts. And cackle to your heart's content, Mordor, but S seems to have a genuine, informed interest in the industry, as shown above.

This is a different business plan and a different marketing model, based on affordable production costs and yield/volume (as compared to successive, 'limited batches' of tequila or whisky, where the accent is placed on the excellence of the product and know-how, as reflected in the final price tag). You can bottle that beer or you can sell it on tap, partnering with local bars and pubs first, then progressively extending that network. And I bet the farm it is going to be a premium, artisanal beer first, with options open for a more democratic product, once brand awareness is properly built: beer is versatile, like that.

Whisky and gin were expensive, carefully curated pet projects. Beer is a fun, easy and lucrative one, with a wider clientele and fast growing potential. And this is how that unknown, struggling Scottish actor who once was the face of Tennent's has a fair opportunity to strike it big. To be followed, which I might do. And this is also how his products could cover the entire price range, from luxury to affordable.

It is also always disheartening to see how all those bitter women congregating on certain Tumblr pages feel the need to dismiss anything he does. As I always said and I always will, many of them have no idea about the very basics of business and trade, no exposure to that world and, to be honest, no particular intellectual acuity. Plus I bet the farm many of them lie about their own circumstances: it's easy to pretend, on the Internet and always sexier (and lame, of course) to introduce yourself as a corporate whatever than a secretary. But I wonder how would they feel, in the unlikely situation they would be running their own lemonade stand, if passers by started cackling and bitching about their trade, out of the blue.

So, all in all, we seem to be dealing with some careful preparation, portfolio diversification and yes, taking much needed strides away from McGrandma. To be continued, of course...

PS: FMN Gin, still crickets? Ahhh...

[love-toxin]

Just gonna harp on vampire!angleface real quick

During the whole demo bat music distraction it's not just eddie, but you tag-team with him. Instead of him going down, you take the fall to the bats. Cut to devastated fruity four, honestly everyone, they just lost a friend, and the four just lost their love.

Days pass and they can't except your gone, it hurts too much, grief and regret of ever letting you get involved. Eddie feeling so completely like he let you down, he couldn't save you.

Then one night, everyone's sleep is disrupted by noises downstairs, Eddie and Steve heading down to investigate. Robin and Nancy following down when the guys seem to be down there to long, and finding them smothering hugging their angel, though you are clearly more toothy than before. But they don't care! They have their darling back so nothing else in the world matters, at least for the moment.

ohohoho....love me some feral angelface >:).....also dear god steve's fuckin badonkadonk in this gif-

(cws: vampire!f!angelface, fruity four, post-s4, character death, canon divergence, violence, blood + hefty gore imagery, grief/mourning elements, references to s2, some LOTR references, the kids make an appearance, el uses her powers, action sequences to broaden my portfolio heyoo!)

All Eddie remembers is blood. Blood and screaming, wailing, inhuman gurgling and the sounds of flesh tearing away from bone--that's the last image he has of you, your limbs bent at odd angles and your body soaked and slick with blood and viscera, your beautiful face drenched in your own blood and your eyes glossy as you whimpered his name, over, and over, and over, his hands shaking as he held you....and then your last breath left your lungs, and you were gone.

To be completely honest, he would've rather died that night. He's wished for the weeks since your death that he would've taken your place, or if he can be completely selfish, if he had just died along with you if that was to be your fate. The feeling of your hands on his back, shoving him out of the way of that first demobat that spelled out your demise, will haunt him for every miserable day he lives without you.

If nothing else, then at least misery loves company. Because the looks on the other's faces, the kids, when they discovered your fate were....they were just awful. Even worse were his partners. Steve, Robin, and Nancy....though the world was numb to him at that point, their voices muffled as if they were speaking to him through glass, he could hear their anguish. Felt Robin's tears on his cheek as she clung to him and sobbed, listened distantly to Nancy's screams of uncontained rage and grief, breaking anything and everything she could find outside. And Steve just stood there as numb as himself, no doubt running through every single choice he made that had led to your death, as he would for the rest of his life.

Losing you, it's like....like Frodo dying on the crack of Mount Doom. The nightmare was almost over, the enduring march nearly to a close, the burden almost broken. Even if you'd been hurt, you would still return home to the Shire. He would've carried you all the way back, eagles or no eagles, and he would've at least taken your body back through the gate if Dustin hadn't dragged him away. "Can't lose you too!" What fucking bullshit. He would have rather died next to you, if it meant he'd at least be wherever you were. He can't bring himself to blame the poor kid, though, because he's been just as gutted at the loss of you, as have all the other kids when they heard the news. A member of the party gone, never coming home.

There's reminders of you everywhere, both intentional and not. Your room hasn't been touched aside from each of them drifting in every so often, settling into your bed or touching the things that still smell of you. Except for Steve--he can't bring himself to step over the threshold of your bedroom, and usually averts his eyes as he passes by it if the door is left open, if he doesn't close it altogether. The clothes you'd left in the dirty hamper never end up getting washed, and yet the food that's always kept in the kitchen that you loved is constantly restocked, whether they end up having to trash it or not. Your spot on the couch is never sat on, but the mug Eddie bought you for your birthday, your favourite of any you've ever owned, is always full and set at your place at the table for every supper. It's painfully monotonous, the same grief being replayed day after day after day, but the rest of the world spins along like Hawkins hasn't lost the best thing it ever fucking had.

But you're dead. The Shire may as well burn without you--burn it all to the ground, because there's no reason to save it if he won't get to share it with you. It doesn't feel at all worth it to wake up every day after that, knowing there's an empty space in the house you all used to share. The hours drag on every day, and it's a lot of monotony, really. The other three try to busy themselves, but the only one who really understands his inertia is Robin--sometimes she just crawls into bed with him when he can't get up, and lets him hold her until she's called away by one of the others. He loves them, loves them just as he loved you, but things can't be the same now that you're gone no matter what they do or how hard they try.

But then comes the day that Dustin's voice crackles through the walkie. Eddie was actually feeling a little better that morning, had a dip in the afternoon but managed to eat dinner with the rest of them. The seat at the end is still sitting empty, the scarf Robin had clumsily knitted you for the cold season draped over the top. Eddie had swallowed down almost the entire bowl of soup when the static had started up, the radio with ever-changing batteries coming to life where it always sits on the kitchen counter.

"Code Red! Code Red! Come in, Riders of Rohan! Steve, fucking pick up the--zzt--goddamn walkie!"

The man in question had rushed out of his seat to squabble back at Dustin through the receiver, annoyed but clearly concerned as he demanded to know the problem--what warranted using the emergency channel when they haven't heard news of any "aftershocks" so to speak, for a while.

"Something's going on--shit, bring your guns, and the bat, too! Meet up at the cellar behind my house--zzt!"

The end of the transmission trails off, and like a group of professional first responders, the four of them forget any further questioning when Steve's frantic palm hitting the side of the radio, and his shout of Dustin's name offers no results. They jump right into action, knocking over their chairs as they scramble through the house to gather their tools--even Eddie, who hurries straight for the broom closet where he's kept his spear and shield from that night. When he throws open the door and reaches for where he knows they're propped up, he hesitates. A flash of a memory zips through his mind.

They didn't save her, so what use are they?

But he ignores that thought. For now, at least, and he grabs both of them to haul them towards the front door. Nancy flips up the window seat in the living room to take out her hidden guns, the shotgun gripped tight in her hand while she tosses the pistol at Robin, and the revolver's handed to Steve for him to stick into the back of his belt--he prefers the bat, though. More control. More familiar.

All suited up, they tear out of the driveway of Steve's otherwise empty house, his BMW kicking up a spray of gravel as he skids on to the road and speeds like a demon towards the Henderson house. They pull up on to the property in record time, barely waiting for Steve to roll to a stop before the three of them are hitting the ground and running around the side of the building--and just about pull their guns on Mike and Will when they come round out of the darkness with a flashlight to meet them, the poor kids almost pissing themselves with respective shrieks as Nancy jerks the muzzle and aims it right at her brother's forehead. With a "Christ, Mike!" and a gasp of relief, she lowers it immediately and follows them as they run down the hill towards those infamous cellar doors, where Dustin, Max, Lucas, and El are all waiting. Steve's the one that runs right to his little protégé, a hand outstretched to grab his baseball cap-clad head as he demands to know the status of everyone.

Eddie himself lingers behind them, garnering a few piteous stares from the other kids. They must know his state of being from what the others have told them, and how they haven't seen much of him since the incident--but they probably didn't know he'd be so quiet, his eyes heavy with bags that his night terrors have kept around, and his stature more hunched and thin and gaunt than before. El seems especially sensitive to his presence, despite knowing little of him personally, and she touches his arm when he gets close with a look of sympathy written clear on her features. It's....surprisingly comforting. Even moreso from a little superhero like her.

And before Dustin can say more than just confirm that everyone present is fine, the heavy metal doors in the ground start to rattle. Not just once, and not gently--they shake violently, a menagerie of sounds emanating from within that resemble that of a monster. The worst of which is the guttural, animalistic growling, that renders everyone silent and sobered as they stare down at the locked cellar.

"Dustin, what the hell is down there?" The curly-haired kid shrugs his shoulders, looking back at Steve with wide eyes that say "How the fuck should I know?" before their attention is drawn back by another rattle and an unsettingly familiar screech.

"Whatever it is, it needs to die." Nancy mutters with finality, cocking her shotgun to ready it and simultaneously humbling everyone present in the same moment. She's more than proven her worth with a firearm at this point. Another rattle, and she doesn't flinch, just stares down the invisible enemy behind the barrier.

These particular doors have been chained shut with a padlock for some time, which is the only reason the shaking doors don't buckle as whatever is inside fights to get out. When a rougher one kicks up, Steve motions for the kids to stand back and keep their flashlights off, asking that cryptic question to his best friend of whether the hole is still there.

"Duh! How would I explain that to my mother? I already had to figure out the whole cat situation."

"Well, I think we know how whatever it is got in there, then, dingus." Steve replies, and Dustin pales as another thud makes them all jump. The older boy waves them back further, and only then does El let go of Eddie's sleeve, moving to stand between Will and Mike as they get back by the trees that border Dustin's backyard.

The four of them then approach the cellar from all sides out front, facing off with that slanted door and readying each of their weapons. Safeties off, bat readied over the shoulder, shield up and spear poised. As ready as they should have been when you needed them. That's what drills through Eddie's head as his heart thuds wildly in his ears.

"Eddie-" Steve turns to say something more, eyes filled with conflict at watching one of the people he loves face death again. Something about all this feels too familiar, but Eddie can't get his mind off the fury that's bubbling in his chest as the doors start thudding even louder and a howling rises out from behind them.

"Let's rip this fucking thing to pieces."

He growls, and turns his head over his shoulder to match the gaze of the brown-haired girl watching his every move--and when he nods, she returns it back to him with just as much determination, and raises her hand with a tremble to her fingers. With a moment to focus, she stares down the chains that circle round the handles, and flexes her pointer finger with the slightest pull for the padlock to shatter open and the chains to fall and slide down to the ground underneath.

Almost immediately, the doors fly open at once and the democreature explodes into view, but it somehow isn't at all what any of them expected to see. The mass of flesh and wrinkled, gray skin speckled with dirt and dried blood is familiar, but it is clearly entangled in a struggle with another of the same kind as they burst out the cellar doors and skid across the grass, right between Steve and Eddie's legs and into the clearing just in front of the kids. And a sequence of events spring into action almost immediately following that, the encounter like a flash of action that Eddie would much rather experience in D&D than real life again.

Steve turns on his heel to shout "Out of the way!" as the kids scream in horror and the democreatures break apart--but when he does, another bat flies out of the dark, open cellar and crashes into his back, sending him sprawling to the ground face-first with a cry, his grip still tight on the handle of his bat. Behind him, Nancy's turning to aim her weapon at the same bats he'd had his eye on, while Robin rushes forward to rear up a kick on the one clinging to the back of Steve's neck. And when two more come flying out, flapping their wings and screeching, a curse rips out of Eddie's throat as his vision goes red and he stabs at the nearest one with a violent battle cry, spearing it almost perfectly through the stomach and slinging the spear in an arc to fling the twitching, lifeless body off and send it rolling across the lawn. Blood splatters over the grass and the next one is about to get the same treatment, just as Robin's knocked Steve's attacker off and shot at it frantically, leaving three or four gaping holes in its body and the ground, but Eddie's next swing misses and so does Nancy's carefully aimed shot at one of the two facing off with each other. The two of them still don't stop thrashing, teeth tearing brutally into each other like they've got some kind of personal vendetta between predator and predator, even as they narrowly miss a killshot with a roll of entwined bodies across the dirt.

But just as she's cocking her gun again, and the kids are hurriedly backing away with their hands on each other to brace themselves, Eddie's heart sinks, and then stops. The bat he had missed flies overhead, circling with more screeches as it must realize it's outnumbered--but it's also bleeding, even though none of them have grazed it. And all four of them watch in shock as one of the ones on the ground lets out its own screech, distinct in how loud and gurgly it sounds, as if it has blood welling up in a non-existent throat. It flaps up and slides back in the direction of the kids, but it doesn't face them. It spreads its wings and bares its fangs at the other bat it's been tangled with, as if it's somehow not only brimming with vengeance, but also trying to protect the party members watching on in empty-handed horror.

"Nancy, don't-!" With only a second to react, Eddie's focus zeroes in on the sound of Nancy raising her gun, head turning and fingers roughly grabbing the barrel to shove it away--and when she misfires at the ground nearby, startled at his intervention, the wounded bat and the one flying overhead both startle at the sound and lunge. One goes for the bigger, oddly-behaving one, but the one above them dives down at a concentrated target--him.

And it hits, collides with him square in the chest just as he's shoving Nancy away, and his world tips as the shield and spear fall from his hands and he shrieks and stumbles back--but the sensation of falling dizzies him as it lasts too long, and pain cracks through his skull at the same time he gasps out for oxygen, the air knocked straight out of his lungs as he hits the concrete stairs and slides all the way down to the bottom. The world there is dark, and cold, and hazy, his vision blurred with black as the screams of his most beloved loves of his life ring in his ears, and his body jerks in pain as the demobat sinks its teeth into his supple chest to devour him. And the only clarity he has is in his thoughts. I'm getting my just desserts. This is what I deserve.

What he doesn't know, what he can't see from where he lies or register in his concussed head, is that the end is far from near. He's not alone, and though it feels as miserable as that place as the monster tears into his flesh, he's not in the Upside Down anymore. Hope soon arrives in the form of that larger, oddly-behaving bat as it soars down the arc over the steps with its attacker still hanging by its heavy wing, and Eddie chokes and gasps for air again when his savior swings its dogged-down limb and knocks his attacker off with its own. The two offending creatures fly with a pathetic shrieking noise before hitting the concrete wall of the cellar, shelves rattling beside it as the two bodies leave cracks behind before they collapse to the ground. Dizzied, they wobble back up to full height with the help of their injured wings, hissing back at him and the heroic bat that's now perched itself on top of his bleeding chest. The howling, gurgly cry that it bellows at the two of them as they start approaching doesn't help his pounding head, but the intimidation keeps them at bay long enough for Steve and Robin to come running down the stairs with their hands free. The kids and Nancy aren't far behind as they wait at the top and shout their names in a panic to hurry them along, the bat on his chest not breaking the outnumbered staredown and threatening hisses even as it eases itself off of him, not even glancing at his heroes as his two partners rush to grab each arm of his and pull him up to half-carry, half-drag him back up the stairs and out of immediate danger.

Steve's hand instantly comes up to cradle his lolling head when the cool air fills his lungs, terror flaring up on his face as he finds his boyfriend's hair slick with blood from a gash against his skull. He pulls him back out of the way for Nancy to assume her position at the top of the stairs, and aim her sights down to shoot anything that dares to come back up. Eddie's trying to get those words out, warn her dazedly not to hurt the big one, don't touch it, please--but it doesn't matter, in the end.

Because in the next minute or two, all they hear is violent screeching, thrashes, clattering and the heavy thuds of things falling off shelves, and the pained cries of animals tearing each other apart. With only the light of the moon overhead and the small beams of light that the kids' flickering flashlights illuminate against the darkness, they see very little save for a few glimpses of wings and splatters of blood--but when it all grows quiet, each one of them waits in fearful anxiety, until the soft gurgles and sound of nails clacking against concrete fill the tense silence.

Something shifts, and a groan rises up out of the dark, strange enough that Nancy readjusts her hold on the gun, and takes several steps back and to the side to get a better shot if need be. In a moment their flashlights all go out completely, and the sounds of Lucas, Mike, and Will nervously smacking their tools with the palms of their hands soon get shushed by Robin, her hand outstretched to give them pause while her other one protectively grips Eddie's arm. A soft, sudden thud echoes off the walls down the steps, and all heads turn to the source with a held breath as the first is followed by several more. Closer, and closer, and closer, like footsteps--until the moonlight meets skin, scarred and glossy with all manner of blood, and eyes that glimmer and reflect back their shocked stares as they watch the figure emerge. Eddie truly can't believe what he's seeing, thinking completely that he's trapped in a concussion-induced hallucination.

Because there's no way you're standing at the top of the steps. Your clothes tattered and gashed in the places he watched you get bitten to shreds, your skin lifeless and cold, yet your mouth dripping with blackened ooze--and when you open it, it's to spit out a chunk of bloodied gray flesh that shlups against the dirt, clearly torn straight from your enemy with the aid of those fangs that gleam with blood.

You're dead. But you're standing right there, the sight of you gives him the strength to straighten up in Steve's embrace, and when he meets your eyes they pierce right through his soul. For that moment, he naively wonders with guilt hanging down his shoulders whether....whether you're gonna hurt them, too. Whether you're a monster disguised as the girl he's loved more than his own life, risen up from the Upside Down to torture them all into the same death you suffered.

But while he's doubting himself, doubting you, there's one person there that doesn't waste a second. El comes sprinting up to you with a shocked grin like what just happened never did, and steps over the mouthful of bat-flesh you spat out to throw her arms around you in a tight hug. And before you've even managed to get your own arms back around her, Dustin's rushing by next, his hat flying off and tumbling to the ground as he hugs your side, nuzzled up underneath your elbow. You squeeze them both so tight, your features relaxing from that intense focus to pure relief, and by the time they're pulling away to give you room Eddie's found himself shambling towards you. He uses Steve and Robin's hands for balance at first, still shaky from getting his brain knocked around his skull--but when he reaches out for you, you meet him with a single step, and catch him against your chest as he collapses into it. Tears already pouring out of him with choked-up sobs to match, he trembles like a leaf when you send a gurgly whisper into his ear.

"I missed you, Eddie."

He could just drop to his knees at that moment, but your voice renews his strength, and he clings to you even tighter as warmer bodies cluster around him and you. Robin hugs your side and Nancy drops her gun to huddle up to the opposite one, with Steve circling his big arms around nearly all three of you to hug you so tight it hurts. But through tears Steve's laughing for the first time in months, and so is Robin, while Nancy's buried her face in your neck and Eddie has a kiss already pressed to your bloody cheek. They'll only get a little longer to bask in the glory of having you return from the dead, because soon enough the tension has totally lifted and the other kids are burrowing past the adults to get in their own hugs. Especially Max and Will, who can't help but start laughing along with the older ones as they push past "you big gross lovebirds" to get to the friend they thought they'd lost forever. It's a moment Eddie's craved so deeply but could never believe he'd have, not even in his deepest fantasies, because to even imagine how things could be different is too painful when reality has been beating him down all this time.

The moment isn't destined to last, either. Because in as sobering a way as possible to remind you all of your current situation, a terrifying howl echoes from the depths of the cellar and you all break apart to turn towards it. It's deep enough that whatever it is isn't upon you yet, but Eddie watches as he gets another taste of your newfound instincts--you throw your arms out in front of everyone standing close to the doors, and face down the pitch darkness with a fury etched into your face that he can truly empathize with. With one word growled out in that guttural yet incredibly sexy voice, "Back", all of them shuffle back a generous distance from the danger zone, save for your partners. Including himself, despite just now finding enough steadiness to stand on his own as he bends down to grab his abandoned weapons, still sitting where he'd dropped them upon being attacked. You look amongst them with worry tracing your expression, so familiar it's like he's seeing the girl he knew before all of this, before she became something else. But the others pick up their weapons, and stand unflinching as a much greater screech rattles the window panels on the Henderson house just over the hill.

"You're not gonna face them alone this time, sweetheart." Eddie feels his own voice rumble in his throat, and finds the smile he thought he'd never show again as you look back at him with that darling sweetness in your own.

"Never. We're with you." Steve joins in, shaking his head as he pulls the revolver out from his belt, and swings the bat around in tight circles with his other clenched fist. Nancy's concentration grows hard again as she glares down at whatever's preparing to come out, her trigger finger steady as ever, while Robin checks her pistol's magazine and clicks it back in before aiming it with a confidence he's rarely seen.

And you get a wild look in your eyes, the smell of hotly pumping blood exciting your senses as you stretch out your fingers--and in a transformation so fast it would be missed within a blink, Eddie watches in awe as your body contorts in a sudden jerk before exploding into a mass of dark, taut flesh running rife with veins and pulsing muscles. Your wings outstretch in place of arms, and you somehow look even larger up close, easily dwarfing any inferior creature with size and with vicious fervor--and when you release a warning screech into the night, the rumbling of whatever is fast approaching grows louder, and all five of you ready yourselves one last time for a fight. But this time, together.

[pointdotiozao]

The wait list for 2024 is open!

DM me if you’re interested! Rbs are appreciated!

More info under the cut, I'll try to be brief, please read ↓

〃く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡 ₊ ˚ ⊹ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Process and general info

DM or email me (rose_captain@hotmail.com)* your inquiry so we can discuss the quotes and book you a slot if none are available at the moment. *I might take I little longer to reply emails.

Payments are made via PayPal invoices, so I'll need your PayPal email.

All prices are USD.

My wait list is just a rough estimation. The time I take on each work varies and sometimes there are cancellations, as well as other external factors, so even though I'm mostly on time, the possibility I will be a bit late or a bit earlier than expected exists.

IMPORTANT: If you change your url after getting a spot on my wait list please remember to give me a heads up so that later I can still find you!!

It's alright if you need to reschedule your comm for another time, or even just cancel it, just let me know. No cancellations once I have started working though, and no refunds.

I start working after receiving half the payment upfront.

References are appreciated but not required, and well detailed descriptions work just fine, but please try to have all information necessary for the commission ready. (References and/or descriptions for the characters appearances, facial expressions, clothes, poses; background, if any; lighting/type of coloring.)

I won't charge for tattoos of which you provide transparent pngs.

I reserve the right to refuse a commission.

I reserve the right to post my artwork and use it on my portfolio, but I'll keep a commission private if so requested.

The commissions are for personal use only.

Will Do

OCs, fanart, ship art;

Suggestive themes, NSFW, and even fetish art (with only a few exceptions I highly doubt I will encounter here, but who knows);

Gore and body horror;

Animals, humanoids and furries.

In doubt just ask, I'll give almost anything a confident try.

Won't Do

Mecha;

Hateful imagery;

IRL shipping (doesn't apply to actors interpreting characters);

Create new designs (characters, clothes, etc.);

And I will no longer be accepting irl face claims/painting real people on painting style commissions (this doesn't apply to realistic looking video-game characters).

The styles:

Sketch- just the early stage of the drawing, rough forms and somewhat messy lines. May include 1 rough color for emphasis;

Lineart- clean lineart with the brush of your choice (I have 3);

Flat colors- includes lineart and simple coloring, no shadows/source of light;

Shaded- includes lineart, more detailed coloring compared to flat colors, simple lighting/one source of light;

Painting- either pieces with no lineart (regardless of type of lighting), or those which have lineart + complex lighting/two or more sources of light.

You can see more of my art on my blog tagged as #myart. If you find a style you like but is not sure of which category it fits in, just ask me!

〃く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡 ₊ ˚ ⊹ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

And finally, seen below are my other contact info. Most of these accounts are still empty and I honestly don't plan on leaving tumblr, after all the real "tumblr is shutting down" is the friends we made along the way yadda yadda, but seriously my heart can't take it anymore. I'll rather be safe than sorry.

[askpredetor]

I do the opposite of gatekeeping

I force people to like what I like. Sometimes, i just go into niche Fandom and communities and introduce a new element

I'm fucking carpet bombing box sets of The Simpsons and Sopranos onto K-Drama people

I'm introducing French Romcoms and Kung Fu movies to MCU people

I'm graffiti tagging YuYu Hakusho onto modern anime communities and giving them the hard stuff

Following Japanese Artists and ruining their portfolio by giving them King of The Hill and Family Matters, just to see what happens in 5-10 years

I go to Brazil and see talented Dragonball artists and ask them to draw Marvel/DC characters just to see if they give Powergirl or Captain Marvel the same face Android 18 has

[smallgodseries]

[image description: A very happy tail-wagging white cartoon hound, whose collar is loose thick and red, and whose single gold dog tag features a crystalline red heart. Text reads, “159 adora – the small dog of imaginary friends”]

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Hi!

Hello!

Bonjour!

I know I just met you, but hello!  May I lick your face?  Ha, I almost asked if I could like your face, and I do, I do like your face, I like your face so much, I love your face, and now I want to lick it.  So may I lick your face?  Please?

Oh, I’m sorry, was that rude?  My name’s Adora, and I adore you.  I’m the small dog of imaginary friends, and it’s my job to adore you.  Not you in specific, but most people.  Not everyone!  It’s not special if it’s everyone, and I get to have free will just like everybody else.  Making me love people who are awful to me wouldn’t be very free will-y.  But I love all my friends, mortal or divine, real or imaginary, and I love them all just the same, and I like your face so much, and I want to lick your face so much, and if you’ll let me, I’ll be your friend forever, and if you won’t let me, I’ll be your friend forever anyway, because friends don’t give up on friends.  That isn’t how this is supposed to work.

I love you.

My first friend and my first love were a small god of loneliness who isn’t around anymore.  They made me, and we were together always, and they stopped being so very lonely, and then one day they just faded into nothing, because they had given away their portfolio when they forgot how to be utterly alone.  And they cried when they left me, because they said leaving me meant that they were a god of loneliness after all, but I’m not sorry, and I’m not lonely.

I have you.  I have you, and I have all my other friends, forever and ever and always and I even have A Void, who’s the small cat of being misunderstood, and she’s my very best friend of all, even when she hisses and shows me her claws.  That’s just how small cats say they love you.  I know that, because I love her, and she loves me, and we’re happy.

I’m happy.

Now you can be happy to, if you’ll just believe in me.  I’m imaginary, but I’m here for you, so you won’t ever, never have to be alone.

Not ever.

So hello, new friend, hello, hello, I love you.  Hello.

[geralt-of-baevia]

Begin Again

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Summary: When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season's pressures and the demons of their past?

Pairing: Ted Lasso x OFC (Penny Fletcher)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None…yet! Just some fluffy fun.

A/N: So, this lady here is oBSESSED with Ted Lasso and this idea came to me (because I am also a photographer and I'm going to live vicariously through Penny 😝) and it's just snowballed into so many ideas and I love these characters. That's all. 💛

Beta: Thank you to @midnightswithdearkatytspb for proofreading this and helping motivate me to finish this! This story wouldn't happen without you!

Tag List: Let me know if you want to be tagged for updates!

Just breathe, just breathe. It’s just a job.

As I walked down the road to the pitch, I could feel my heart making its way up into my throat while my stomach twisted into devilish knots. I swallowed hard and figideted with straps on my camera bag, my stomach all the while knotting harder. 

“Just breathe, just breathe. It’s just a job,” I said to myself outloud this time. I had been telling myself this since last night when the Sunday Scaries began. With one more deep breath I walked into the parking lot, where I thankfully saw my uncle. Never had I been so happy to see him. 

“Uncle Leslie!” I yipped. He snapped around to me, a large grin growing on his round face at the sight of me. 

“Poppet! So glad you’re here! Come! Come!” He motioned me over, giving me a warm embrace once I made my way across the parking lot to him. I think he could sense my nerves by the way he held onto the hug a little longer than me. 

“Are you terribly nervous?” he asked, holding me by the shoulder with his free hand. I nodded. 

“You have no idea. This is my first like, truly professional gig. I mean, I’ve never shot anything on this level as a proper job. What if I fuck it up?” I asked, giving him an uncertain face. 

“Then we’ll fire you,” he told me nonchalantly. My eyes widened at his words and he frowned. 

“Oh poppet, I was just kidding,” he said, bringing me into another fatherly embrace, giving me a reassuring squeeze. “You’re going to do amazing. You are very good at what you do. That’s why Rebecca hired you.”

“It’s not just because you’re my uncle and you gave her my resume and portfolio yourself?” I asked, muffled into the lapel of his brown suit. He laughed, pulling me again to arm's length. 

“Honey, the fact that I’m your uncle has nothing to do with you getting this job. Alright, maybe a little,” he said, giving me a scrunched up face. I mimicked him, letting out a heavy over exaggerated sigh. 

“You are an incredibly talented photographer, that’s the reason I recommended you for this job. You’re going to smash this, poppet. Now, should I take you up to meet your new boss?” I nodded. 

After navigating the clubhouse, we made it to Ms. Welton’s office. I watched as my uncle rapped his knuckles on the door, and after half a moment a woman’s voice told us to come in. My uncle gave me a thumbs up and a reassuring smile before opening the door. 

“Good morning!” he said chipperly as we entered the office. I followed behind just slightly. 

Rebecca Welton was as gorgeous in person as she was in the photos I’d seen of her. She held a presence in the room that I coveted for. And god damn it if I didn’t want to photograph her, she was so striking. I decided to focus on that for the time being, instead of my nerves.

“Oh! Good morning, Higgins! Is that our new photographer behind you there?” she asked, standing from her seat behind a large, wooden desk. A big grin spread across her lipglossed lips. 

“Yes it is-”

“Knock, knock!”

I turned around to see the infamous mustached coach of Richmond walk into the room, a small pink box in his hands. His eyes got wide as they met mine, realizing he was interrupting something. 

“Oh I’m sorry, folks. I didn’t realize-”

“I’ll stop you right there, Ted. Higgins was just about to introduce me to his niece, and our new photographer, Samantha,” Rebecca told Ted as she made her way around the front of her desk, sitting on just the edge. 

“Well, hot diggity dog! You mean to tell me we’re going to have two Higginses working here? I didn’t think that was a possibility and now that it’s possible, I don’t want it any other way,” Ted rambled out. I giggled a little at his words, and he seemed to almost blush at my reaction.

“Yes, it’s very nice to meet you Ms. Welton,” I said, putting my hand out. I turned next to Coach Lasso, extending my hand to him. “And very nice to meet you Coach Lasso.”

“Oh we don’t need the formalities around here, just call me Ted. And speaking of formalities, do you go by Sam?” he started, and I had a hunch I knew where he was going with this. “Because if you do, we already have one Sam here and that will just get so gosh darn confusing. So, you have two other options.”

“Oh?” I asked, it coming out of my mouth before I could stop it. He smirked at me. 

“Man and Tha. I mean, they are the only other options with a name like Samantha,” he jested. 

“Well, lucky for all of you,” I said, also turning to address Ms. Welton, “I go by my middle name.” 

“Oh yes, I probably should have told you that, Rebecca,” Uncle Leslie said in a deadpan tone, his face suddenly realizing he did not let anyone know that information. 

“It’s okay Uncle Leslie. But I go by Penny-”

“LANE?!” The sheer volume and excitement that came out of Ted caused the other three of us in the room all to jump in tandem, Ms. Welton clutching her chest. I laughed, my heart still beating quickly in my chest. 

“Actually, it’s funny you say that because that is where my name comes from.”

“No it is not,” he blurted out, a big stupid grin plastered on his face. 

“It is! When I was born, my parents didn’t have a middle name picked out for me for ages, and my second day in hospital apparently I “smiled” for the first time when Penny Lane came on the radio. The nurses told my parents it was just gas, but they decided to look through rose colored glasses and think I smiled. So, Penelope became my middle name.” 

Ted looked at me with the largest grin plastered on his face, and out of the corner of my eye I could see my uncle and Ms. Welton giving each other a knowing look. 

“Yes yes, that’s a lovely story Penny, but I’m terribly sorry and I must kick you out now. I have a phone meeting starting in ten minutes and I’d like to get myself properly prepared,” Ms. Welton interjected, going back around her desk and sitting down in her chair. 

“Like a pot roast! MmmmMmm! Man oh man, I sure would love myself a properly prepared pot roast right about now. Like one of those ones that have the potatoes and carrots-”

“TED!” I jumped again as Ms. Welton broke Ted’s concentration. 

“Sorry, boss. I will just leave these here for you,” he said, walking over and setting the pink box down in front of her. She excitedly clapped her hands together before picking up the box and inhaling deeply, her face relaxing into a small smile.

“Thank you, Ted,” she said with a nod before turning her attention back to me, “Oh Penny, I will come find you later. I need to iron out some final details with you regarding a photoshoot.”

“That sounds excellent, Ms. Welton,” I said, giving her a big grin. She met my smile with  her own, melting away some of my nerves. 

“I’m very looking forward to you being here, Penny,” she said as the three of us exited her office and went into the hallway. 

“Would you like to come down and meet the team? I’d be happy to introduce you,” Ted offered. 

“That would be lovely. But I think my Uncle Leslie was going to give me a tour-”

“A tour that can wait!” my uncle interjected happily, “Go meet your new art subjects!” 

Ted and I looked at each other, holding each others gaze for a moment before he left out a happy sigh. 

“Well alright, then let’s get to it!” he said excitedly, nudging his head in the way we were supposed to go. 

“After you Coach,” I said, gesturing in the same way. As we made our way down the hallway, I mentally kicked myself. “I mean, Ted. Sorry.” 

“No no, that’s okay. You can call me Coach, Ted, T-Dawg, whatever you like. As long as it’s not wanker,” he jested with a short laugh. 

“Oh yes, wanker is indeed a good one. But I promise I won’t call you that. I think I’ve only ever called two men in my life wanker and really meant it. I don’t see you being my third, T-Dawg,” I said, giving him a coy smirk. He shook his head with another laugh. 

“Oh Penny, I think you’re going to be a grand addition to this team.”

“Addition to the team?” I asked, an eyebrow raising at him. 

“Well, yeah. Everyone here at Richmond is part of the team, you included,” he said, giving me a friendly wink. I felt my heart make its way to my throat, but this time I was leaning towards it not being from nerves. 

“Th-that’s very sweet, Ted,” I said, giving him another smile. 

I followed Ted into what I assumed to be the coaches office. Inside I recognized Coach Beard sitting at a desk and Roy Kent leaning against a metal filing cabinet. 

“Hey guys! This is-”

“Penny Fletcher. I looked at your social media, you’re a phenomenal photographer. Those photos you took at the World Cup?” Coach Beard nodded an approving nod. 

“Wait, you took photos at the World Cup?” Roy interjected gruffly before I could reply. 

I felt my cheeks flush red. 

“Oh, yeah I did. I entered a lottery for amateur photographers to get photo passes and work with a journalist from your country. I just happened to be one of the lucky three that won,” I explained. Coach Beard nodded again, looking down at his phone as he typed away at it. 

“You guys have to see the shots. They are far beyond superb in my opinion,” he said, holding his phone out to the room. 

Ted clapped his hands before rubbing his palms together in excitement. On the screen was one of my photos, a mid air action shot where the player was completely horizontal after head butting a goal. 

“Woo-wee! Show me the goods!”

Ted and Roy hurriedly moved up from their spots and got closer to Beard’s phone to have a look. 

I watched as Ted’s eyes lit up at the photo, pointing to the screen. 

“Is there a direction I can swipe on this to see potentially more incredible photos, Beard?” 

“To the left.” 

Ted began singing as he swiped through the photos. “To the left, to the left, everything you-”

“-own in the box to the left…” I quietly sang along with him. Apparently, it was louder than I had intended because Ted looked over at me from the phone and just grinned. 

My heart rose into my throat again. 

“So what kind of photos are you going to be taking of the team exactly? Just action shots like these?” Roy asked, taking his place back against the filing cabinet. 

“Well, I mean yes. But I’m also going to be doing all of your portraits and team photos as well.” 

“All of our portraits?” Roy implored, furrowing his already permanently furrowed brow. I couldn’t help but giggle at his face, quickly putting up a hand to cover it. 

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” I said, “but when you do that with your eyebrows you look like a proper Jim Henson Muppet.” 

Roy growled low in his throat, his expression not changing, Ted and Beard trying to stifle their giggles at my comment.

“And yes, all of your portraits. Well, I guess you could also call them headshots if you’d like. But something already tells me you guys are familiar with a different kind of headshot,” I jested, awkwardly pointing fingers into the room. I immediately mentally kicked myself. 

“Penny?” Beard asked, getting my attention. 

“Yeah?” 

“I think you’re going to fit in here great.” 

[http-tokki]

Can I try something else?

~ Piercer! Dabi x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: piercer!dabi, best friend!dabi, not canon, dabi is just a bad boy with no quirks, piercing studio, nipple piercings, smut, explicit language ~ wc: 2.2k ~ "Get your tits out for the lads"

“Okay, so you want… your nipples pierced?” confusion laces Dabi’s every word.

You nod, hands gripping the flimsy disposable sheet placed over the piercing bed.

“By me?” Dabi looks down at the consent form, flipping back and forth between the two pages. There isn’t any new information on the papers, he knew your age, birth date, and address. Hell, he was there when you got your new ID so why was he focusing on the stupid clipboard in front of him?

He frowns at the forms and purses his lips in deliberation. His eyes flick up to you, glancing over your face and down to your chest for a brief second before darting back to the files. It's weird. You think. The two of you had been friends for far too long to have this not be weird. Too many years had passed and your spot in the ‘basically my sister’ territory had been established and by you asking him to see your shirtless, well… it was incest-y.

“If it’s gonna be weird, don’t worry about-“ you start, pushing yourself off the bed.

“It's not, I just-“ Dabi cuts you off with a sigh, throwing the plastic folder onto the couch in the corner of his small studio. “It’s gonna hurt, y’know?”

You stare at him with faux disbelief. “Wow, Touya I had no idea it would hurt.”

Dabi shoots you a withering stare and takes a moment to roll over to his equipment trolley and grab the coffee you had bought him. Oat Cappuccino with one sugar and extra foam.

It been your turn to buy the coffee this morning.

Handing over your card for payment while Dabi hung off your arm, attention on the cake case beside the till.

“Cake?” he piped, nodding his chin in the direction of a burnt basque matcha cheesecake. Touya looked up at you with an exaggerated pout and his best attempt at puppy dog eyes as you turned your attention back to him.

“ehh…” You hummed, looking back to the case to check out the price. $28 a slice! Shifting back to the man-child hanging off your arm, you grimaced and gave him a disgruntled no.

Dabi let go of your arm, lips set in a frown and slumped towards the pick-up bay. Any other day you would have bought the two of you some cake to share but after having just paid rent and school fees, your bank account was looking a little too sad to justify a nearly $30 slice of cake. You explained that to your friend as you slid up next to him, knocking your knee against his to grab his attention from his phone. Dabi nodded, understanding just how expensive life was at the moment and changed the subject to the new tattoo he was getting from a visiting artist next week. He showed you the portfolio of the South Korean artist, quickly glossing over the insane amount of money he had paid for a simple deposit and before you could berate him for the inordinate amount of money he was about to drop, your order was called.

“Oat cap with one sugar?” the barista called out, sliding the drink to the centre of the bar. A smile graced his face upon seeing you moving forward to grab the coffee. “Extra foam?” Before you could get halfway across the divide, Dabi was already at the counter collecting his order with an unusual amount of grace.

You watched as the poor barista’s smile fell as he realised the heart and smile he had drawn on the lid was not for your coffee but your male companion’s.

“Thanks, man.” Dabi teased as he sipped at the sweet drink. 

Shuffling forward you grabbed the cold brew that was silently being slid over the black benchtop. You offered a quick thanks to him and his team and followed Dabi out the door. Touya’s outstretched hand beckoned you from in front, a gesture usually reserved for crowded bars and concerts, but you weren’t about to say no to holding his hand, so you slipped your fingers through his and followed his stride with quick steps.

---

“Are you sure you don’t want someone else to do it?” his voice is soft as he looks up at you from under thick lashes.

You melt at the softness of his tone.

“I think ..” you pause, thinking of how to frame your answer to not sound as disappointed as you were starting to feel. “I kinda wanted you to do it 'cause you’re gentle with everything but it’s okay, I’ll get Shiggy to do it.” Part of your answer was the truth. Dabi was gentle with the needle. Having done all your piercings thus far you knew his hands well and you liked to think he knew your body just the same but maybe this was a step too far.

“No,” Dabi interjects. “I’ll do it.”

You blink at his sudden willingness.

“Ohh, umm.. okay” you try to tamp down the excitement. “Where do you- I..”

Dabi nods towards the bed and instructs. “Back up.”

A giggle makes it past your lips despite your brain's warning to keep it casual. You attempt to cover it with a cough but from the smirk forming on Dabi’s face you know he caught it. There is a brief moment after you have sat back on the bed where a tense silence falls over the small studio. Suddenly very conscious of your breathing, you adjust it so it's deep and fulfilling so you don’t pass out the second he touches you.

The crush you had on your best friend had long since taken over you. Developing past a small infatuation with him and into a full-blown ‘I love you more than anything in the entire world please love me back’ kind of love that had you breaking every rule you had ever set for yourself.

Never date a friend. Never let a friend see you naked. Never fuck a friend. Never accidentally moan out a friend’s name when having ‘self-care’ time. Never think about said friend turning ‘self-care’ time. Never… the list went on and on and you had broken every single rule in that book. Well, all but three, but you were so close to breaking another one that you could almost feel his hands on you.

“You okay?” Dabi asks. “Your face is all red, do you need water?”

More heat fills your cheeks. “it's really warm in here.” You lie.

Dabi raises an eyebrow at you, not entirely believing your fib but lets it go as he pulls out gloves from the cardboard box.

“Alright, let’s do it.” He snaps the latex against his wrist. “Get your tits out for the lads.”

--

Ten minutes later you are still sat before Dabi, shirtless and unpierced and blushing every shade of red imaginable as he stares intently at your chest.

You had initially shied away from his gaze after taking off your shirt and bra, tossing them on the spare chair where he kept his jacket and belongings. The image of your undergarments mixed with his flashed across your mind briefly, but the scrap of metal wheels along wooden floors pulled you back to the present. You had crossed your arms over your chest, hiding yourself from your friend as he made his way towards the bed.

“I need to see them before I pierce them” Dabi sighed, pulling at your wrists away from your chest and to your sides. Pink filled his cheeks as he released your hands and grabbed at your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed.

Dabi had hemmed and hawed for a while, tilting his head from side to side assessing your breasts all without touching you, until he shook his head and pulled back.

“Sorry, Angel. Can’t do it.” He frowns, hands coming to rest next to yours on the bed. “You don’t have enough tissue”

“Huh? Enough tissue?” you look down at your bare breasts. “Like in my nipple or my boobs because if you’re commenting on the size of them, that’s-”

“No that’s not- Shut up,” he rolls his eyes and sighs. “Look, I’ll show ya” and before you can get a word in, Dabi lifts his shirt to reveal his own pierced nipples.

You’ve seen Dabi shirtless before, way too many times to count but you’ve never been shirtless at the same time. Dabi’s gloved hands reach up and flick the pierced. “See? How much tissue there is?” you watch as the tissue hardens, but you still don’t get it.

You look back down at your chest. “I don’t see a difference.”

“Well, flick your nipple, and I’ll show you.”

“You flick it” The words fly from your mouth before you can stop them.

“You’ve got two hands,” Dabi retorts, dropping his shirt. Your face falls at the blatant rejection.

Ouch.

Breathing in, you scramble to gather your expression and rearrange it.

But like always, Dabi notices and quickly adds. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But you would’ve shoved a needle through it?” You’re reaching for your shirt and bra.

Cheeks now heating in a different form of embarrassment. There’s a moment of silence before Dabi sighs.

“Fine, come here,” there is the sound of the chair wheels scraping on the floor then he is in front of you. “Open,” he instructs, hands resting on your knees.

You follow the commands, slipping your legs open wide enough to fit his frame. His hand leave your knees and come up to rest against your ribs, tapping against the skin and bone.

.“Hey, watch,” tone commanding once again. “I’m doing this for you.”

You nod and look down.

Swallowing the lump that formed in your throat, you turn your attention back to him. Time slows as a hand leaves your ribs and ghosts up your torso, stopping just below the curve of your breast. Your stomach flips and heat floods your core.

Dabi stops and looks up at you with questioning eyes. “Can I try something else?”

You have no idea where he is going with this, but you nod giving him complete control over the situation.

There is a beat of stillness, all air leaving your body as you wait for what comes next. For all you know, he could slap you in the tit and walk away but what he does is a million times better than you could have ever imagined. With one hand he cups your right breast, the other splaying across your back to hold you close and pulls your breast into his mouth.

A gasp rips through you as his lips wrap around your nipple, teeth scraping over the nerve endings sending heat to every inch of your body. Dabi looks up at the sound you make, blue eyes blazing as his tongue swirls over the sensitive tissue. The hand on your back reaches up and tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck and before you can register that is happening, he is standing up and kissing you. Mouth on yours and holding you close; you fall into his touch. Melting in his fingers at the pull of your hair, you whine and let your mouth fall open. Dabi’s tongue traces your bottom lip before sliding into your mouth, the taste of coffee filling your mouth.

You pull back, spit connecting your mouths as you gasp for breath. Dabi pulls back on your hair, tilting your face to his as he smiles down at you.

“Is this why you wanted me to pierce you?” one of his hands starts to drift down the button of your jeans. “You were really about to pay me to do this?”

You nod.

“You could have just asked me, angel. I would have fucked you for free if you wanted.” He croons, pressing a soft kiss to your nose.

“Now imagine if i had gotten Shiggy to do this instead.” you tease, hands reaching up for his belt.

Dabi frowns, “I don’t even want to think about that.”

You make quick work of the belt and subsequent buttons, reaching in and wrapping your fingers around his clothed cock. Dabi chokes as you start to stroke him through his boxers, his hands shaking as he reaches into your jeans, He smiles at the amount of slick that has collected in the lace, swiping his fingers over your cunt before pressing down on your clit. His name is a keen cry on your tongue as he dips a finger in you, pushing in to the knuckle before curling up against that spongey part of you that made you weak.

“Ohh before I forget” he shakes his head as if to clear the thoughts of bending you over the bed out of his mind. “I really like you and I want to do this again sometime but in a bed and maybe after a date?”

You stare up at your best friend, completely dumbfounded at how cute he looked asking you out on a date as if he didn’t have his fingers down your pants.

“Yes, I want to go on a date, please. So many dates.” You start to ramble but are cut off by Dabi’s mouth on yours. 

.“But I’m gonna fuck you here right now, is that okay?”

~ a/n: this is just a rework of a old fic, updated and edited. version 2.0

[vampyrsutton]

Lukanette~Panties&Lingerie

Summary:

Marinette is making a new fashion line inspired by Paris' Heroes with a special line of lingerie to match. She gives Luka a sneak peek.

Ao3 Tags:

Lingerie, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, they deserve better, post-identity reveal, Post-Hawk Moth Defeat, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Deserves Better, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Deserves Happiness, Luka Couffaine Loves Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Deserves Better, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Has Me Salty, Not Canon Compliant, Snake Luka Couffaine | Viperion, Snake Tongue, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Lesbian Chloé Bourgeois, no one is straight, Miraculous Ladybug Salt, Sex Toys Under Clothing

Notes:

Now for the one I am most reluctant to put on this hellsite because I've heard the anti horror stories. Antis? Treat this like an early 2000s yaoi. Don't like? Don't read!

They both deserve so much better than how cannon is treating them. 

I am not straight. I do not know how to write straight sex. This was an adventure.

They are adults, and also I like the idea of them getting some of the traits from their animal the longer they wear their miraculous so :)

“How are you so talented?” Luka smiles at Marinette as he hands her back the few designs he’s been permitted to look at.

Marinette’s cheeks darken as she bumps him with her shoulder. “They’re just drafts for the Hero series.”

“And they’re only the drafts?” He looks at he in awe making her giggle.

“I’m thinking of trying a special sub-line this time, too.” She hums, a dash of mischief in her voice as she pulls a few new ones from the folder as well.

Luka tilts his head at the look in her eyes but takes the papers to look at and almost chokes on his spit. In his hands are sketches for what appears to be a his and hers lingerie line of what will probably be all the heroes who have worked alongside Ladybug, and he suddenly understands why Marinette spent so much time having him, Ivan, Mylene, and Alix transform through whatever miraculous hadn’t been used by the opposite sex. She must have been seeing how they would manifest between the different styles, sexes, and body types.

Help in his hands were the designs for what looked like the mouse, the fox, and the dragon. Each was in the colors of the appropriate kwami with their accent colors appearing like they will have a shimmer to them. He looked over the lacey hood and rope...whip?...the tail of the mouse, the obvious fox play aspects in orange, and the elegant Chinese inspiration for the dragon until something occurred to him and his head snaps up to look at Mari.

“Is there a snake design?” He asks wide-eyed, suddenly realizing that was the exact reason for her behavior as he sees the smug look on her face. His mind races through possibilities of how Sass’s colors will play with her eyes and flops back against the couch with a groan. “Please tell me you already have a test run made.”

“Hmm. Maybe.” Marinette smirks, slipping the designs back in her portfolio carefully. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Luka sighs dramatically, sinking further into the couch. “How did I get such a talented, pretty, and beyond amazing girlfriend?” He asks, just to see the pink dust her cheeks at the praise. Even after all these years of him desperately trying to fix the damage her so-called friends caused, she still can’t handle genuine compliments. At least she’s stopped denying them.

“Flattery will get you nowhere this time.” Marinette giggles as she flops equally dramatically across his lap. “At least not any faster anyway.”

“So you do have one ready?” He hums with a smug eyebrow raise.

“Well of course I’m going to use my favorite hero for my pitch to the boss.” She smiles slyly, playing with a button on his shirt. “By the look of things, it might be done by Friday.”

Luka’s eyes lit up at her hidden meaning. “Just in time for date night?”

“Might be literally just in time if the dark teal shimmer lace doesn’t stop catching.” She pouts, looking at the bangle around his wrist in annoyance. “Would be a great time for someone to let me borrow him for Second Chance, but nOooo. Someone is too attached to their holder.”

“Itsss not my fault he’sss the besst holder I’ve had sssince the American Revolution,” Sass smirks from where he has landed on Luka’s shoulder. “And while you’re a fantassstic Ladybug and an amazing Guardian, you put too much on yourssself which is not a good thing for timeliness. Even if itsss jussst fussssy fabric.”

Marinette pouts up at the small snake, trying to use her puppy eyes. 

“Thossse only work on Luka.” The snake snickers as he flies out of range of the pillow thrown at him in embarrassment. 

“Sssshush you! They do not!” Luka huffs at his kwami while trying to ignore the hiss that slipped out even as his ears turn pink. 

Marinette and Sass look at each other before looking back to the guitar player with deadpan expressions. 

“What?” Luka sighs, knowing he’s already about to get tag teamed. 

“Hey, Marinette? Remember that one egg disssh?” Sass hisses.

“The kind of smelly one that tastes really good, but someone won’t let in the house?” Marinette hums innocently. “Yeah, I remember.”

“I sssudenly got a craving for it and had to ussse Sssecond Chanccce too many timesss today. Think we can have it tonight?” Sass sighs with dramatics more befitting of Plagg than the snake.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea!” Marinette grins before looking at Luka with her earlier puppy eyes. “Pleeeease, Luka?”

“Absolutely not, Marinette!” Tikki scolds as she zips into the room. “It took all weekend to get rid of that smell last time!”

“Tikki’s right. It does smell really ba-” Luka started to try but saw the girl’s lip wobble as she clasped her hands together. “Mari…”

“Please, Luka?” She pouts.

“Come on, Luka! Be strong!” Tikki tries to help despite knowing they’ve already lost.

“Mari, come on. Those won’t work…Not the whimper.” He sighs, letting his head flop back on the couch again. “What happened to the shy awkward girl on that boat all those years ago?” 

“She got the world’s best boyfriend who showed her her worth?” 

Luka sighs again. “I’ll open the windows…” He relents, ignoring Tikki’s groan and Mari and Sass’ celebration. 

“I told you, Luka,” Sass smirks, ducking behind Marinette before the next pillow could get him. 

“Ssshush you.” Luka hisses despite smiling fondly at the two. “Menacesss. The both of you.”

Marinette giggles, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling him up from the couch with her. “Come on, help me cook.”

Luka just smiles, letting himself be pulled to the kitchen as Tikki, Sass, and the non-permanent Kwamis zip around to open windows.  

I ended up smelling foul the rest of the night, but the happy hums from Marinette and Sass were worth it.

~~~

“Mari~!” Luka calls from the entrance. “We’re gonna be late for the reservation! Should I cancel and we go to a cafe instead, or are you almost ready?” He had gotten used to changing plans a while ago when he found out she was Ladybug and they decided to try again so it didn’t really bother him.

“Coming! Coming!” Mari yells, jumping down the two entrance steps and struggling into her flats. “Sorry, the clasp broke on my purse and a certain dragon stole my spares because they looked like treasure.” She huffs, calling the dragon out despite knowing he’s across town with Kagami and probably did it the last time they visited. “Let’s go.” She smiles. 

Luka chuckles at the kwami’s antics, offering his arm as he opened the door. “Find a substitute?” 

“Yeah, luckily the Chat purse matches well enough with the teals of my dress.” She smiles, taking his arm as they leave the apartment. “Guessing you got us in at the hotel?” 

“Mhmm.” Luka nods as he opens his jacket for Sass to fly into the pocket. “The fame has its perks, but it’s also nice that Chloe finally calmed down after she went away to college.”

“You’re telling me. She spoils Sabrina rotten now that they’re together. I thought the poor girl was going to combust.” Marinette giggles as they leave the building, hand in hand.

“Still wild to think that all those years, she was just pulling on your pigtails. You seriously had everyone in your class enamored with you didn’t you?”

Marinette flushes at the reminder, hiding her face in her coat. “Oh shush, Mr. Chat Noir’s Bi-Awakening.”

It was Luka’s turn to flush now as he laughed. “Fair enough. Probably would have asked to go for it if his two sides weren’t so horrible to you.” He smiles lovingly down at her.

“He’s in therapy after the Hawkmoth stuff so maybe one day.” She giggles, hip bumping him. “As long as you let me show Kagami how Adrien should have treated her.” 

Luka chuckles at the mischief in her eyes. “I almost feel sorry for my fellow reptile if you get ahold of her. I thought you already started on her?”

Marinette slumps, pouting. “We’re still working on the being emotionally stunted. What’s with rich parents messing up their kids so much?” 

Luka shrugs with a frown. “Almost glad it took my dad 16 years and me getting akumatized again to show up if that’s the result.”

Marinette frowns up at him, bumping their shoulders. “At least he’s trying now?” 

Luka smiles at her, bumping her back. “Yeah. It still feels like babysitting when we hang out, but it’s nice to see him and Juleka finally bonding now that Roaar’s helping her. Good choice as always by the way.” 

Marinette beams up at him, and his smile turns fond as they enter the restaurant and get seated. As they separate to go to their separate seats across from each other, however, Luka finally realizes Marinette had slipped something into his hand while they were walking. His brow furrows as he looks at her, only to be met with her mischievous look from behind her menu.

“Uh, Mari, what is thi- Oh.” He turns the small rectangle in his hand as he begins to question her before he finally sees the brand name on what he realizes is a remote and it finally clicks what he’s holding. He looks back up at her with a smirk. “Are you sure you shouldn’t be the one with the fox?” 

“Nah, Nathaniel is doing much better with it than I ever could.” She giggles, waving him off. “Though Trix and Marc are probably going to be the death of him.”

“Probably.” He hums in agreeance as he slips the remote into his lap so she can’t see it. “So how is your new pitch going?” 

“Almost done.” She sighs, looking through the menu. “I got the one project done today finally.” She hides the smirk behind the menu as she watches the meaning click and his head snap up to look at her. “I’m wearing it now.”

Luka’s eyes spark in interest as he looks her over. “Oh?”

“Mhmm. Looks kind of like your original suit if it was lacey and showed off assets.” Marinette hums.

Luka groans under his breath while giving up on the menu. He’ll just end up ordering the same thing as a few months ago anyway. “What day is your meeting again?”

“Monday, so it needs to stay in one piece.” She warns, looking at him mischievously. “But it is washing machine safe.”

“Perfect.” He smiles before pressing the remote in his lap.

Marinette slaps a hand over her mouth to hide her squeak as she pretends to glare at him. “Getting right into it, huh?” 

“How can I not when you’ve given me such a nice new toy?” He smiles at her innocently. “Don’t worry, I’ll behave when the waiter comes...As long as you do that is.” 

His smile may look innocent, but the tilt of his head and the look in his eye sends a shiver down her spine as she suddenly feels like a mouse cornered by the snake. Marinette squirms in her seat with the toy not being the only thing getting to her. “And if I don’t?” She squeaks.

He just smiles as suddenly the vibration between her legs shoots to the max setting for about three seconds before dropping back down to a 2. It’s enough to make her have to cover her mouth though as she leans her head on the table. 

“Understood?” He asks, brushing her bangs from her face when she looks up at him with a pout.

“I made a mistake didn’t I?” 

“Maybe.” He chuckles before smiling at the waiter who comes to take their order. 

The night continues with them laughing and teasing each other as they talk and each; only broken up occasionally when Luka sends the remote back to 10 for a few seconds before bringing it back down to the next highest setting.

By the time they leave the restaurant, the toy buzzing away inside Marinette is at a 7, and her legs feel ready to give out on her as she clings to Luka’s arm on the way back.

“Evil.” She pouts up at him as he holds the door open to their apartment building. She barely hides her moan as she enters the building and Luka raises it again in retaliation.

“Maybe a little.” He hums as they go up the stairs. “You did start it though.”

Marinette huffs, unable to deny it as she stumbles on the stairs a little. 

Luka just chuckles at her pout, ruffling her hair a little as he unlocks the door and opens it for her. 

What he forgot during his teasing, however, is that he just so happens to be dating Ladybug who despite her small, clumsy frame, is a lot stronger than she looks.

Marinette smiles, accepting his act of chivalry, but ass shoon as she’s over the threshold, it’s his turn to yelp as she pulls him inside and pins him against the door.

“I keep forgetting you can kick my ass.” Luka groans as he thumps his head against the door behind him. “Fuck it’s hot.”

“One of these days you’ll learn.” She hums as she starts manhandling him out of his coat despite the still very present size difference. 

“Nah, the surprise is half the fun,” Luka smirks as he helps her get his coat off to let Sass out before picking her up so her legs can wrap around his hips as he carries her further into the apartment. 

Marinette moans at his own little display of strength and is delighted to find him just as affected when she starts grinding herself against his front, causing him to almost stumble.

“Mariii~” Luka groans as he catches his footing and hurries the rest of the way to the room before she can do something else. 

“Luka, please. Bend me over the counter for all I care, just get inside me now.” She moans in his ear before continuing to kiss and suck at his neck. 

“Shit, Mari, you’re gonna kill me.” He moans before kicking open the door and dropping her on the bed. “Come on and show me the pretty lingerie you worked so hard on while I get out of these skinny jeans you insist I wear every date night.” 

Marinette whines at being put down but hurries out of the coat on Viperion inspired dress to reveal her masterpiece underneath. 

Luka’s breath hitched as he took in the sight before him. The sight of aqua lace dancing around her shoulders in a much daintier version of his shoulder pads and coming to rest in a point between her breast. The sight of that aqua connecting at her sides to the shimmering teal that she had fought so hard with to apparently craft the underwire before snaking down her sides and leaving her belly exposed. This teal then melted back into the aqua to create the panties which, now that he looked closely, had an open crotch. He groaned at the outfit, finally kicking his pants off and throwing his shirt somewhere before he crowded her into the bed.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Mari?” He whispered as he trailed his fingers along the lace at her sides. ‘Open back, too.’

Marinette smirked a little as she palmed at the erection hanging between his legs hand his head dropped into her shoulder with a low moan. “I have an idea.”

“Which one of us was the evil one again?” He chuckles as he nips at the spot behind her ear that makes her gasp and squeeze him.

“Ah! Um, I think it’s a tie by now.” She says in a breathy giggle, moaning when his fingers travel between the open crotch.

“Any specific reason for this design choice?” Luka hums as he starts kissing down her body.

“Mmnm uh remember that one time we did it transformed, and turns out more than just your mouth turned reptilian?” Marinette blushes even as she tilts he head to give him more room. 

“So these are like an inside joke? Others will just think it’s to tease, but you’ll know it’s from when I made you cry on my cocks?” He smirks and lets a finger slip inside. “God, you’re already soaked.”

“LUkaaa~!” She moans, trying to grind herself down on his finger.

“Shh, I’ve got you, Mari.” He chuckles as he dips the finger in and out while moving his head down to her exposed breast and sucking one of the pretty pink buds into his mouth.

“MmNm! More~! Please, Luka! Even one more!” She whines as she tries to get him deeper before moaning loudly as he sucks on her nipple.”AHh! Luka!”

“Mmm.” He smirks as he sucks and licks at the bud in his mouth. Suddenly he’s a little less annoyed at how long extended use of the snake miraculous has made his tongue as he flicks the forked tip before wrapping it around the nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, pulling the most beautiful notes from his Marinette’s mouth. 

“Oh gods, your tongue!” Marinette moans, fingers latching into his hair to pull him closer. She’s so distracted that she doesn’t even realize he’s slipped a second finger in to retrieve the egg until she’s practically screaming when he starts teasing her clit with it. “Luka! Luka, please! More! I need more, please!” She whimpers as she grinds down on the egg sending electricity up her spine. 

Luka hums around the bud in his mouth before switching to the other one and bringing the still buzzing egg to the one he just left and causing Marinette to arch off the bed.

“LukAaa~!” She whines, wiggling to either escape or get more, she doesn’t even know.

After a few moments of enjoying the small windows she left him at the top of the garment, he moves his face down to enjoy the main one. As he settles between her thighs, he makes sure to make eye contact before letting his tongue lull out to its full past chin-length. 

“Thanksss for the dessssert.” He smirks before his tongue disappears inside her and she screams.

“LUKA~! AhHhhh~! Your tongue! Please, Luka! Gods! AhhhHhh~!” Marinette moans as her hands twist into his hair to bring him closer as he eats her out like a starving man.

He’s now beyond grateful for the long tongue as he presses it against her G-Spot while assaulting every last spot that makes her thighs tremble and clamp around his head like she plans to crush it. ‘God, I love her muscles.’ He moans into her, making her moan louder. 

Within minutes he has her begging like she’ll die if she doesn’t get to cum soon, and all it takes is another flick of his tongue against her G-Spot and the egg being pressed to her clit, and she’s cumming hard across his face, clinging to his hair like she plans to drown him. 

He would die happy even if she did. 

She continues to grind against his face as she rides out her orgasm, before deflating into the mattress as a broken mess.

“You good, Mari?” Luka asks as he licks his face clean.

“Remind me to buy Sass more eggs for gifting you with that.” Marinette chuckles, shaking as she tries to sit up only to collapse once more with a pout. “I wanted you in me though…”

“I mean, that can still be arranged.” Luka laughs, gesturing to his still hard dick.

Mari licks her lips before making grabby hands at him. “Put me on your lap, and fuck me like you did in that alley after patrol last week.” She demands.

Luka groans but, after rolling a condom on, quickly moves to obey, pulling her into his arms as he kneels on the bed. “As you wish.”

Marinette wraps her arms around his neck and buries her head in his shoulder. “I’m more than ready.” 

Luka chuckles at her eagerness as he eases her onto him, reveling in her quiet moan even though he’s in a similar state, moaning low as he’s swallowed by her tight heat. Once she’s fully seated, he stays still, trying to let her adjust, but Marinette apparently has other plans as she tries to bounce herself on his cock.

“Shit.” He curses as his head falls forward. “Now. Gotcha.” He huffs out a laugh before planting his feet more firmly and thrusting into her.

She lets out a squeak at the sudden action, but it quickly turns into more moans and pleas as he starts up the brutal pace he knows she craves. 

“Why have the muscles if you’re not gonna use them. ” She had once said when he had tried to be gentle. The only times he managed to get away with that without being flipped on his back and rode within an inch of his life was whenever he had her tied up. 

He’d be lying if he tried to say he wasn’t into it though.

“LUKAAAAA~!” Mari moaned in his ear as she clawed at his back, desperately trying to meet his thrusts.

“Gods, I love your sounds.” Luka groans as he snaps his hips harder and faster, changing the angle enough for him to tilt her back a bit and attack her chest again with his tongue.

“LukA~! Gods, please! More! Faster! AHhNngh~!” She cried out as she gripped his hair for leverage.

Luka hummed around the sensitive bud in his mouth, before licking a stripe up to her mouth and dominating a kiss with ease.

Marinette whined as she tasted herself on his tongue and her legs trembled again as another orgasm approached and she clawed at his shoulders once more in a warning.

Luka is by no means far behind, desperately holding back his own orgasm to let her cum again, but he doesn’t have to wait very long as soon enough her walls are clamping around him like a vice and milking him into the condom.

Marinette shudders as her second orgasm wracks through her body, moaning loudly as she feels his hips still and warmth fill the condom. 

Soon enough, Luka is pulling out and tossing the tied-off condom into the nearby wastebasket so he can collapse onto the bed and pull Mari onto his chest. 

“How are you so perfect?” Luka whispers into her hair as he spoils her with kisses.

“I could ask the same about you?” Marinette hums as she curls into his chest. 

“I guess you just bring out the best in me.” 

She wants to argue that he was like that before they even met, but she knows it will just end with her as red as a tomato if she tries to out compliment him.

“And you with me.” She smiles, kissing his chest. “I love you, Luka.”

“I love you, too. My perfect melody.”

It’s not long before they drift off to sleep, cuddled close, and with love-struck smiles on their faces. 

Yeah, it was perfect.

[eupheme]

Coming Up Roses - Part 1

playlist | roses | manor

Alfred Pennyworth x Gardener!Reader

Rated E - 5.5k

Tags: age difference (implied 30s/50s), semi-boss/employee relationship, dislike-to-lovers (starting off on wrong foot), opposites attract, mutual pining

Summary - As the new groundskeeper at the recently-restored Wayne Manor, you certainly have your work cut out for you. But you soon realize that the garden isn’t the only thing that might blossom during your stay.

(Written for / inspired by this request by @narnianaos 🪴💕)

For the first few days - weeks actually - you were quite certain he disliked you.

Or had at best, a solidly neutral or dismissive opinion, still irritated about you being here. Perhaps there had been another candidate. Perhaps he thought you couldn’t handle the scope of the work.

Or maybe, it’s just you. Not used to the type of man he is - stern-faced, crisply dressed. So unlike the farm girl that still lingered inside you, despite the fact you were grown-up now.

Determined to find fault in him, therefore deciding he must find the same in you.

Whatever it was - it had you on unsure footing with the older man, ever since you moved in to the Manor.

But as you think about it, perhaps it had started earlier than your arrival. The interview. There had been an ad, funnily enough in the newspaper - you had almost missed it.

… Estate seeking experienced gardener to maintain grounds. Immediate opening, client and salary to be discussed at interview. Candidates please forward resume, cover letter, and portfolio to the following postal box…

There hadn’t been a physical address listed, but something in you knew. You had kept an eye on the larger dwellings, and the Manor had been widely discussed when it was purchased half a year ago.

The ad had seemed so - antiquated. You wondered if you were the only one who had applied, and maybe that’s why you had heard back.

A man had called - his English accent clipped and polished when he spoke to you over the phone. Asking you the basics as you stumbled over your resume, before requesting an in-person interview for the following afternoon.

The master of the house would be out, he told you, and you understood you were being vetted - not unusual, when you had been given the address.

But, he had not been out, as you had been told. You had met the man on the phone, Mr. Pennyworth, the next day, at 3 o’clock on the dot.

He was handsome, nearing the end of middle-aged with his silver-streaked beard, neatly styled hair. Greeting you politely, as you followed him into a sitting room, going over your qualifications again.

The meeting interrupted as you were half-way through a list of certifications when the door opened, a younger man slipping in.

Bruce Wayne.

You knew of him, everyone in Gotham did. He had been akin to a ghost for years, keeping out of public eye. No more than rumors, the occasional photo.

And then, after the flood - he had materialized again.

You had caught the flicker of annoyance at being interrupted, the slightest hesitance as the rhythm of the conversation was thrown off. Mr. Wayne had shook your offered hand, ignoring the resume offered to him by the other man.

He had asked you just four questions.

Did you enjoy what you did? Yes, of course.

What was your favorite flower? A moment, before you answered. Hydrangeas. Peonies. Gardenias.

Why? Another pause. You could go into their characteristics, or say something about what makes them so unique, so pretty. But, the truth had slipped out.

They remind me of home.

Thank you, he had said. When can you start?

There had been a sound of protest - a low hum of disapproval from the older man. But Mr. Wayne had ignored it, looking to you for your answer.

With the salary, you couldn’t pass it up.

You had started the next week.

They had sent someone to collect your things - it would be easier for all if you moved in. Your current home was within the city limits, your commute would be unreasonable with the hours you were interested in, the amount of work and care needed.

And then suddenly - you were there.

You had run into him again, once the boxes were settled in your room. The lodgings prepared were pretty, located on the ground floor - decorated in neutral shades of pretty cream and beige. French doors that opened right into a little courtyard garden.

Space had been given for a while - a few hours as you arranged your things, peered out the glass panes in the doors to get an idea of the grounds, where the sun hit.

There had been a tour, of course - a quick walk through the massive hall, the excursion slowing when you got outside. But you still were eager to poke around yourself. To dig in, you could say.

A curt knock echos from the frame of your door, your eyes rising from where you were sitting - lining up your worn sneakers and work boots on the bit of tile near the doors.

Mr. Pennyworth, waiting for you to rise and walk over, before he talks you through more of the basics.

That you won’t be responsible for the lawn (which you are eternally grateful for - it would take your hours to mow).

That your hours will be your own, you may work whatever you wish as long as the garden and grounds are maintained.

That you may hire help whenever needed, provided the companies were approved by him in advance.

This one gave you pause, making you wonder. You assumed he was caretaker of the house - butler, or similar - but there was an implication he was more.

But these were all agreeable, and you let him know you understood.

He lingers, hand still tucked behind his back, before withdrawing - holding a black card.

“You can use this to purchase anything you need for the grounds.” Mr. Pennyworth tells you, “Just turn in your receipts at the end of the month for bookkeeping.”

You take it - the briefest moment before he lets go, before you curl your fingers around it. Such a small thing but it felt so heavy in your hand.

“Thank you.” You tell him, and you smile, “I’ll take good care of it.”

His own face barely changes, a calculated look - the press of his lips that could barely pass as perfunctory smile, “Please see that you do. Welcome to Wayne Manor, miss.”

The next day, you’re up with the dawn. The sky streaked golden over the tree line, something you hadn’t seen often when working in the city.

Dew clinging to your grass-stained gym shoes as you step off the terrace, deciding to map out the space with a walk first.

The grounds are bare, but vast. It takes a considerable amount of time to walk the perimeter, and for a moment it truly feels like you’re alone - and not just a stone’s throw from Downtown.

You come back, brimming with ideas - scratching down ideas in a teeny notebook that you shove into your back pocket, a pencil tucked behind you ear.

Another day passes and then another - photos and screenshots of perennials filling your phone, as you crouch down to check the grass, the soil.

The estate is pretty. Close to a blank slate, and you can’t wait to leave your mark. Even with the prickle on the back of your neck, the feeling that you’re been watched.

You suppose you are - you’re sure your wanderings might look strange. It’s only a few hours later, as you’re making a list of your first official purchases, that you get an idea of who those eyes belong to.

Mr. Pennyworth.

You’re still not sure of his role at the Manor, other than he seemed to know everything that was going on. Mr. Wayne had hired you and contacted you directly with the offer, but you had the feeling that any of your mundane questions should be directed towards the older man.

Part of you hoped there weren’t many you’d have to bother him with. Something about him makes your stomach flutter - and even now you think you see his silhouette in bay window near the kitchen.

He seemed achingly polite - when he wasn’t going over things with a critical eye - but so serious. Face always stern, especially with the scar that splits his brow. A neat beard framing lips that often pressed together, hands clasped neatly behind his back.

And those eyes were always watching.

It becomes more obvious when you really begin working, putting your personal touch on some of the areas. Letting them flow into each other, setting up paths that take you from the terrace, out past the gardens, the small fountain feature you’ll be fixing up.

Today, you’re working just outside the kitchen, screwdriver in hand as you fix the final bit of netting into place on your current project.

You’re still sitting when you see him - wandering out, pausing at the edge of the first raised garden bed. He bends to observe it, a hand gripping the edge of the wood, giving it a tug. Testing its sturdiness.

It’s something you’ve seen before, in the decade of work since you graduated. The inspection - a flash of annoyance curls in your guts. You’re clearing your throat, and he’s looking up.

The prickle grows when his face remains impassive, another sweep over the edge, the dovetail joints you carefully fitted together.

“This is good craftsmanship.” He says this out loud, hand running over the sanded wood.

Normally this bit of praise would’ve been coveted, secretly treasured - if not for the way he frowns, before moving onto the next. It has you trying to tell if he thinks it was purchased, if he’s wondering about the cost.

“Thank you.” Your reply is a little curt, and as soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel embarrassed. The briefest moment, before you clarify, “I made them.”

Your palms have the blisters to prove it, and you wince as your hands unconsciously curl into fists.

Unprofessional, you tell yourself - as you try to recover, “I was thinking of filling them with fresh herbs, since the kitchen is right there. Rosemary and basil would smell really nice, too.”

He blinks at you, the frown deepening, “Rosemary is out of season.”

Unbelievable. You can’t hold back the little scoff, purposely turning back to your work.

You don’t know what his problem is. And even worse, you’re not sure why you care. Those thoughts swirl, your wrist twisting the screwdriver harder than necessary, making the blisters ache even more.

When you finally glance back - he’s gone.

The foundation of the garden just outside the terrace is just about complete. It had taken days of clearing out weeds, repairing the stone that made up the border for the flower beds.

Setting up the seedbeds with fresh soil, going over your sketched plans again for the hedging that would follow the cobblestone paths. Marking the points of the stone wall where you’re hoping to guide the curling ivy.

You have notes on what flowers to get, what was commonly used by families in this area. There had been nothing - in terms of preference - from Mr. Wayne or Mr. Pennyworth. Both a blessing and a curse, in your opinion.

Snapdragon, tulips, wisteria.

Dahlias, you add to yourself. And hm, what else?

There’s the sounds of footsteps behind you, the tap of a cane over the stone terrace. You’re still standing at the bottom edge of the steps, hands resting on your hips as you picture the space.

The noise stops, a number of steps up from where you’re standing. You glance over your shoulder and he is there, hands folded over the brass handle as he looks out over the balustrade.

“It appears that you’re getting there.” He says in greeting, his eyes completing the circuit of the garden, before returning to yours, “You’ve done a lot with this space.”

Your fists tighten just a hair, your smile polite.

His eyes returning to the space, as he asks, “What will you be planting?”

With a finger pointing, you fill him in. Your words more animated at first, slowly dying off as his face remains serious, fingers running across his beard.

Not knowing why you had been hoping to impress him - unable to help the slightest bite in your tone as your arms cross, “Would you prefer something else?”

He looks surprised at that - shaking his head, “Not at all, just merely curious.”

A long beat of silence, before he adds, “I used to care for this garden. A lifetime ago.”

It’s the most he’s ever talked to you, outside of the interview, your first day here. Again, you regret your words - softening, hoping he doesn’t see the guilt that flits across your features.

“What happened?” You can help but ask. When he glances at you, you clarify, “Why aren’t you, now?”

His hand slips into the pocket of his trousers, as he looks out across the grounds, “My time has long been required elsewhere. But-”

His words trails off.

But he enjoyed it. Or - he missed it, it’s hard to tell, but it’s written in his wistful expression.

You think about that a lot.

The sense of ownership that you yourself had felt, at the completion of a job. Irritation and a sort of hurt flaring at one, when you had seen it online - when it was clear that things had been changed, and for the worse.

There wasn’t even a personal connection then - like there clearly was, here.

A bit of you defrosts, warming in the summer sun.

Your words quiet as you ask, “What did you like? What was your favorite part?”

There’s a moment, where you think he doesn’t hear you. But then, he’s moving - coming down to stand beside you, his shoulder so close to yours that they’re almost brushing.

"I had a line of rose bushes, just here." He gestures, to the edge of the stone stairs as they curve down to the path.

A moment, as he reminisces. The memory taking him back to all those years ago.

“Yes. I think those were my favorite."

You blink, waiting for more. Roses. That's like saying your favorite dessert was just ice cream - surely he'd have more for you then just that.

"What kind?" You prompt, and he's glacing sideways at you. As if he had forgotten for a moment who you were, that he could tell you, that you'd understand.

"Oh. They were English shrub roses."

"Pretty." That makes you smile, as he obliges in your prodding, "David Austin?"

"Yes, though more from Kordes, back then." His eyes brighten at your question, "Though I enjoyed Austin's Darcey Bussell, when I could find them."

Classic shape, a perfect rosette. A light fragerance mirrored in the layers of soft, carmine petals. It suits him.

Your smile widens, "Ah. I was always a Benjamin Britten kind of girl."

Curving, cupped petals - thin as crepe-paper. A soft, salmony pink that fades as spring turns to fall. You always had loved how it looked, fighting the urge to bury your nose right into the middle.

"Equally stunning. We had those as well." He smiles back, the expression softening all his sharp edges.

It’s a small thing.

No more than the first budding of a branch, when winter melts spring.

But it’s there.

You plant them yourself.

It takes you a full day to track them down - even longer for them to arrive. They sit now, grouped together in their plastic pots, next to the curved edge of dirt along the wall.

You could hire someone to dig the holes, line them up themselves. Skip the aches and pains of handling the bushes with their twisting branches and biting thorns.

But that would take time.

And you’re impatient.

Tugging on gloves, measuring the distance - allowing space for them to grow and flourish over the years.

Fingers pricked, scratches up and down your arms as you finish - as you comb through the new rose garden for the perfect one, trimming the stem and dethorning it carefully.

Bringing it inside, unsure exactly what you’re going to do with it - until you see it.

The small wooden nook set into the wall, just outside the closed door of his room. Holding a dial-up phone, you think, some years ago.

You find a vase in the kitchen. Filling it carefully, setting it into the nook. Spending just a little too long arranging the single rose - fluffing up the petals.

It makes you smile. To do this small thing.

The next morning, your rose is gone. The vase still there - empty. It prickles at you, like the thorns you had so carefully trimmed from the stem.

A frown still on your brow as you sit near the front door; lacing up your boots. It’s there that he finds you, today’s mail in his hands, halting when he sees you.

“Thank you.” He tells you, hovering for just the briefest of moments.

“You’re welcome.” You answer, feeling like he wanted a response - tacking on a clumsy “sir” at the end, as a sort of apology for your own impoliteness.

His face flickers, something you don’t understand passing over his features, “Just Alfred. Please.”

Before you can answer, he’s gone, disappearing down one of the halls.

You never find out what happened to the rose. But you start to leave one for him, every day. Each one disappears, like the first - but it becomes an unspoken ritual.

And slowly, something starts to grow.

From the way the sun beats down on your back, your clothes soaking in the rays, warm to the touch - you know it's officially summer.

Skin tacky with sweat, the back of a hand swiping over your brow as you squeeze the last of the water from the old bottle.

Leaving it on the bit of patio that connects to the left wing, as you head back out to where you've overseeing the small orchard being put in - in a patch of bare, sunny lawn that's just been waiting to be filled.

You'll get it later.

For this installation, you had called in some help. The thought of digging a dozen holes - even for dwarf trees - sounds too exhausting for a day like today.

But you can certainly delegate, and the company was on the approved list from Mr. Pennyworth - Alfred - as you have been reminding yourself.

You've worked with them before, and you're in the dirt with them. Showing them the plans, meaursing the distance between each one. Grouping them carefully so that they'll pollinate - varieties of heirloom apples and pears. Peaches, at the edges, and you're already dreaming about sinking your teeth into one.

Together, thankfully, it goes quickly. Everyone working to beat the heat, to wrap up early.

When later comes - when the saplings are standing tall in their neat little rows - you're regretting not filling that bottle. The walk inside to the kitchen seems like miles away. You're thinking about just taking a sip from the hose, as the edge of the concrete comes into view.

But you pause, when you reach the spot where you left the bottle. Sitting on the corner, definitely empty.

Because it's not sitting by itself anymore, and it’s cool to the touch when you pick it up. Filled to the brim with ice, and you're bringing it gratefully to your lips without a second thought.

Too busy letting the water slosh down your throat to think too deeply about how or why. Eyes dropping when you finally lower your bottle to see what sits next to it. A glass of lemonade with a coaster on top, weighed down with a pretty pebble.

The glass beads with sweat, a puddle darkening the concrete as you lift it. This part makes you wonder, if maybe it had been left by one of the workers today. But you're certain the glass is from the Manor, that you had seen it before in the kitchen.

Maybe it’s from one of the day staff that you had befriended?

You tell yourself you'll ask around, as the the bright punch of lemon invades your senses when you lift the coaster. It's the perfect blend, leaning towards tart over sweet. The cup jostling against your lips as you sit down, a sticky drop running down your chin, leaving a cool path behind.

It's the best you've ever tasted.

And you savor it, until the glass is empty, and the sun starts to dip below the tree line.

Afterwards, you stay in the shower for too long, not even minding when the water goes chilly.

Deciding to drop off the invoice before you take a much-needed nap before dinner, bare feet padding down the carpet runners in the long, arched hallways.

Peeking in the open doors of the rooms he frequents, looking for him. Steadily ignoring the little jolt of your heart the second before you peek in - the following dip that comes after.

You run into some of the other staff as you check - two girls that are older than you, but act a decade younger with their smiles and giggles hidden behind their hands.

They are… sweet - chatty, but sweet, and you hate to be dismissive but you really don't have the energy to chit chat today.

But they take your little wave as an invitation, coming to a halt as you grow level with them. Unable to help noticing the way your eyes flick into the side room, before you turn back and smile.

"You looking for someone?" The older of the two - Emma - asks.

There's the briefest hestiance as you consider your options. It is a big manor, you still feel like you get lost sometimes. Maybe asking for help would speed up your journey to bed.

"Yes, actually." You shift, arms crossing over your chest, "Um, have you seen Alfred around?"

They both blink at you, a small frown forming on the second girl - Christine's - face. Until they glance sideways at each other, the smallest of smiles forming.

"Oh, I think I saw Mr. Pennyworth in the kitchen." She replies, said in a tone that makes you wish you hadn't asked.

Emma, the kinder of the two, shakes her head, “He was there earlier."

She turns to you, "I saw him heading towards the left wing just an hour ago. Have you checked the study?"

You hadn't, and you shake your head.

Already starting to inch around them trying to smile gratefully, "Thank you, I'll check there. I have some paperwork for him."

Leaving them giggling and your face feeling warmer than usual as you make your way down the hall, past the ballroom. When you peek in there, it's just to see it - the restored splendor, gilded in creams and golds.

The door is cracked open when you arrive. You slip the paper from where you have it folded, tucked in the waistband of your leggings. Trying to flatten it against your thigh, work out some of the wrinkles, before the back of your knuckles rap on the wooden frame.

His voice follows a moment later.

"Come in."

So you do, easing the door open as you slip inside. The window is cracked open, letting in some of the warmth, the smell of the breeze.

The air in here is fresh, like linens and the sharp tang of citrus, and you wonder idly if the room had been recently cleaned.

Alfred hunches over the heavy, wooden desk, his pen scratching over a pad - a printing calculator set just off to the side. There’s a pair of dark-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and it makes your stomach do another one of those little flips.

They suit him, and you wonder why he doesn’t wear them more often. They look, they look-

But then you’re catching yourself - worrying that he will look up, find you staring at him, so you let your eyes drift through that window that’s been cracked open.

Seeing the bit of garden from his view, enclosed by a curving, low cobblestone fence. Further out, you can just see the last row of trees you had worked on, their tips glittering in the wind, the sun reflecting off the glossy leaves.

It's a pretty view, but you’re already wondering if you can make it better.

You're brought out of your thoughts with the sound of your name, paired with a distracted, "How may I help you?"

When you glance his way, he's looking at you expectantly, and you think - perhaps almost wistfully - and your face heats again at the thought of intterupting him.

"Oh, I just have an invoice for you. For the work on some new trees."

You hold it out, the paper limp and drooping in your hand.

He's nodding, the briefest smile before his eyes drop again to his work - the end of his pen pointing towards a walnut-stained organizer at the edge of his desk.

"In the bin, if you don't mind." A low, long sigh, “I hope you’ll excuse me, you’ve caught me at a bad time.”

As the paper drops, you see the numbers inked out by his pen, the neat rows lined up. Fingers keying at the calculator, the tiny clicking as you turn to go.

"Thank you, darling."

He's too distracted by his list of to-dos to notice the slip, but you don't. The word echos in your ears and you have to force yourself to move, to take a step.

Barely able to mutter your own answer, an "of course", before you’re stepping through, closing the door behind you. The soft click as it shuts, as you press your back against it.

The blood pounds in your ears, matching the way your heart thuds in your chest.

It takes you a long moment before you’re able to move again.

It's just after mid-day - your stomach full from the lunch you took after trimming back the mess of tree branches along the long, secluded driveway. Still a bit of time to kill before the mulch arrives for the flower beds.

It's warm today - you water bottle full, another layer of sunscreen hastily reapplied, smoothed over your face and neck. Legs taking you down a packed-dirt path, winding through the neat hedges, out into the wilder parts of the estate.

It's one of the areas you like the best. Tall grass and gently-guided wildflowers, trees that are decades older than you. Would be standing long after you're gone, standing watch.

It's beneath one of these large trees that is a particular favorite. An old, wood and wrought-iron bench is nestled at the base, just under the shade of the old oak with it's high, sprawling branches. A spot you visit often - a book tucked under your arm, like you have now.

But today, you're not alone.

There's a figure, resting on the bench, a leg bent so the ankle rests across a knee. A cane, resting against the dark curl of the armrest. Sharp eyes that flick towards you at the rustle of your footsteps - too late now to pick a different spot.

Though lately, you're not sure if you would.

Even if he hadn't seen you.

No, today - you're unable to stop the small curl of your lips, as you wander over to the old bench, the man sitting on it.

A hand comes up to shade the sun from your eyes as you ask, "What has you out this far, today?"

He smiles, tucking his pen into the notebook resting on his lap, shutting it with a little snap.

"Just wanted to enjoy the fruits of our labor."

The reference makes you smile.

A small, on-going conversation had formed between the two of you. You'd find something interesting out on your morning walks - a new sprig of flowers, a cluster of mushrooms. Telling him about them the next time you saw him - him telling you what he thought, on his own walk later.

That day, on one of said walks, he had stumbled upon you.

Working on cleaning out the little cottage you had stumbled upon, a chair brought out from inside to prop open the impossibly-heavy wooden door. Trying to drag out the treasure you had found inside - the iron bench, just needing a little dusting off.

It had been heavy, but you had been determined. Pushing it through the doorway, only for the legs to drag and catch on the dirt and grass on the other side.

When he saw you, shoulder pressed into the iron, pushing with feet that slid and kicked up dirt, he had rushed to help. And of course, the embarassment, the pride, had flared in your chest, as you told him no thanks, and that you had it.

A silent stand-off as you gave it another go, as he watched. Equally matched in stubborness - until he's asking, not telling, you to please accept his help. That it would be easier together.

With that, you conceded. Watching as his fingers had curled around the edge of the seat, lifting his side easily.

Telling yourself you could have done it - it was just too big, too bulky, as you lifted your own end.

But, he was right. It had been easier with his help.

You hadn't moved it far - if you turned your head now, you could just make out the thatched roof peeking over a cluster of bushes.

Now, he pats the empty seat, an arm moving to rest along the wooden back. And you take it, folding yourself into the space. Realizing that perhaps it's a little narrow for two, but not minding today.

The view is pretty. You tell him that, and he agrees - the bit of field, grasses rustling in the summer breeze. The thick line of trees just behind, vast enough that you can't see behind or through them. A bright splash of blue sky above, the clouds puffy and soft.

"You picked a nice spot." He tells you, and there's a warmth in your chest as you smile that isn't from the heat of the day.

Sitting in companionable silence for some time, listening to the chirp of birds, the rhythmic click of crickets in the tall grass.

And then, he's saying your name - soft a low and you can't remember him ever saying it like this before. Your head tilts towards him, and again you're aching concious of how close he is, the weight of his arm just behind your shoulder.

Only now noticing the casual state of his dress. The tie that hangs loose on either side of his chest, framing the short line of loosened buttons on his dress shirt, the briefest flash of skin. Taking all your strength not to look, to stare, but you're afraid he's already caught the quick circut of your eyes.

The briefest furrow of his brows, the peek of a tongue wetting his lips as he thinks about how to word his thoughts. Your own breath caught in your throat.

Wondering. Hoping.

"When you first got here." Alfred begins, "I wasn't-"

A sigh, a rueful smile, "I should have been a lot more… welcoming to you than I was. I've been regretting a number of my actions for some time now."

He looks away then, perhaps in embarrassment. And despite your mental chiding to listen, you can't help the quick dip of your eyes - down to the window of skin again, the peek of silvery hair.

A low sigh, and then he’s turning back.

"I hope you haven't been thinking poorly of me."

You understand - accepting his version of an olive branch, wrapped in a half-apology.

Though you hadn't thought you would at first, though it had taken some time. Both of you in the wrong. Starting off on uneven footing, seeds of discourtesy sown before anything softer could grow.

So, you offer one of your own.

"I haven't." You tell him, words equally soft. Unable to help adding, "As long as you haven't been thinking poorly of me, either."

He smiles at that, a flash of teeth matching the relief in his eyes.

A single word, quieting both of your apprehension.

"Never."

There’s a smile of your own, a duck of your head as you face him fully - peeking up from underneath eyelashes. Close enough to see the bright splash of blue in his eyes roving over your face, dipping.

Lingering.

His lips parting, a soft question, “You have… may I?”

A thudding in your chest as it grows tight, eyes blinking up at him as he shifts closer - the barest brush of his trousers against your bare thigh.

Holding your breath as he carefully reaches out, his hand sliding just shy of your jaw. The tips of his fingers skate along your neck, just under your ear, and the brief touch feels almost electric.

And then with a small tug, as his hand drops - leaving you dizzy and wide-eyed and wanting.

A soft hum of amusement - the first time you had ever heard it - as he reveals a curving leaf and the bit of clipped stem that must have tangled earlier in your hair.

“You had a little stowaway.”

You manage your own small laugh - though you’re unable to help feeling a little disappointed. Wishing that he would look at you, touch you, like that again.

“Thank you.”

Something passing between you that you can almost taste, heavy and thick and sweet on your tongue. The leaf cradled carefully in his hand, thumb running over it’s smooth edge as you hold his gaze for a long moment. Before he blinks - looking away.

Alfred’s other hand smoothing down his thigh, leg carefully uncrossing, “I’ll leave you to your break.”

That has you sitting up straighter, the protest coming without thought, your hand reaching out to rest on his forearm, “You don’t have to. I don’t mind the company.”

And so, with a small smile - he stays.

part ii is here!

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[comfort-writing]

Crayons and Cassettes

Chapter 7: Kindergarten Graduation

You are a kindergarten teacher. Eddie’s daughter, Sage, is in your class. Sage finally graduates from your class.

warnings: this fic will be 18+ in later chapters- minors DNI!! no use of y/n. (please let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: a short but important chapter! btw idk why the cover art has a weird filter on some of the pics- it wouldn’t let me remove it so please bear with me. I am a humble writer, not a graphic designer lol. canva is a bitch. anyways, enjoy! let me know in the comments or my asks if you want to be added to the tag list! requests are open!

word count: 2k

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After the party, you been trying to schedule time for yourself to relax or take a break. You originally didn’t think it would help with your anxiety because you thought that while you were ‘relaxing’, you’d be worried about work, but once you allowed yourself to shut your brain off, the breaks really helped your anxiety.

Throughout April, you helped your kids do everything they’d needed, and by May, you’d gotten news that every single one was going to pass your grade. You called Eddie that night, excitedly explaining that all your kids, including Sage, did an excellent job. You finished out the semester, relieved and proud of their accomplishments.

On the last day of school, Hawkins Elementary held a kindergarten graduation. All the parents and families were invited, and the kids had their very own tiny caps and gowns in emerald green and gold. You’d printed out certificates, writing small stories and well wishes on the back of each one so when they grew older, they could look back and read about what they were like at such a young age.

The morning of their graduation, you’d dressed in a kind of casual black dress and platform sandals. You wore rainbow clay earrings for a pop of color, and had your hair tied up in a clip. Today was supposed to be a little more dressy, as there would be lots of photos and parents, so you’d wanted to make a good, lasting impression.

You got to school early that morning, tidying up your classroom and finishing up the portfolios of all of your students work that they’d completed during the year. You’d kept all the projects, knowing that some parents would like to keep these things forever. You’d packed the portfolios into a rolling bin, and headed down to the cafeteria, ready to help set up for the day.

You, along with the other kindergarten teachers, the principal, and a janitor, cleaned up the cafeteria, set out snacks and coffee, and made sure the sound system was working. The principal had brought a Polaroid camera to take photos of the kindergarten class, so you helped him set it up and test it out. You’d made a silly face as he snapped a photo, and once it developed, the two of you laughed and were ready for everyone to come in.

You opened the doors to the cafeteria, propping them open, then opened the access doors near by so the parents could walk in. There were already a few waiting, so you welcomed them as they walked in. You then guided the kindergarteners to the ‘backstage’ area, or really, just behind a small space behind the curtains on the small stage, and helped them zip their gowns over their clothes and place the caps on their heads. Once they were ready, you instructed them to find their name on the tape on the risers and sit in their spots, to which they complied.

It felt bittersweet, helping all the kids you’d helped mould over the past year for the last time. You’d still see them, of course, in the hallways and in town, but this was your last time being their teacher.

Around 9am, all the kindergarteners were in place and the parents had settled into the cafeteria tables, so you, along with Mrs. Robinson, gathered your little diplomas and stood near the middle of the stage as the principal began his speech, kicking off graduation.

He discussed how much the kids had grown and learned during the year, and how proud he was of their hard work, as well as yours. He continued on and talked about how he looked forward to working with the kids next year, and how he hoped he’d never see them in his office, which got a laugh from the parents.

He then began to read off the names in alphabetical order, and each child walked across the stage, received a little diploma from you or Mrs. Robinson, and took a photo with their respective teacher. After the photo, you hugged every one of your students, and instructed them to go back to their seat on the riser.

When Sage’s name was called, you heard Eddie whoop loudly, and Sage ran to you, hugging you so tight it took your breath away. You laughed and hugged her back before taking your photo and sending her back to her seat.

Once all the names had been called, the kids all stood and took a class photo, then moved their tassels from one side to the other. The parents and staff clapped and cheered, then the students were dismissed to their parents. The principal made a small announcement to see the teachers for their portfolios and to distribute their individual photos.

You’d set everything up on a table, and began placing their photos on top of their portfolios. You greeted each parent, discussing how well each of their respective children did and that you’d hoped that you’d see them in the fall.

Eddie made his way over to your table, holding Sage in one of his arms and her little cap in the other. Her curly hair was a bit of a mess from the cap, and he set it on the table to mess over her hair to fix it. You smiled and greeted him, like you would any other parent, still trying to seem casual in public for now. He went along with it, knowing the drill by now.

Sage pouted, “I don’t wanna go to first grade.”

Eddie laughed, “Well, kiddo, I really want you to.” Only the two of you knew what that really meant. “You wanna grow up big and smart like your teacher?” He asked

Sage sighed and buried her head in Eddie’s neck, mumbling a small, “Yeah.” You and Eddie chuckled at that.

“Here’s her portfolio. It has all of the work she’s done this year. You can keep it or throw it away- but it might be nice to have when she’s older.”

Eddie nodded and took it from you gladly, along with the photo of you and Sage. He smiled fondly at the picture. Sage had a huge smile across her face, and you looked gorgeous. He wanted to frame it and keep it forever.

“Thanks.” He smiled. “Can I call you if I have any questions about registration for next semester?” He asked. The two of you spoke in code at this point.

“Of course.” You smiled.

He hugged Sage close and whispered at her to say goodbye to you, to which she looked up sadly and gave the tiniest, saddest wave in the world. You placed your hand over your heart, thinking the scene was so sad and cute, then said goodbye to Eddie. He turned and walked out of the cafeteria, Sage still pouting into his shoulder as he reassured her that she would see you soon.

You turned back and got the rest of the parents and kids sent off on their way, then cleaned up with the staff. You walked back to your classroom, feeling the emptiness of the hallways, and sighed once you entered. You erased the board completely, gathered the rest of your things, then turned out the lights and locked the door on the way out.

Once you arrived home, you walked in the door and heard the phone ringing. You quickly rushed over, picking it up.

“Hello?”

“Can I come over?” Eddie asked, sounding like a little kid on Christmas morning.

You laughed, “Right now? Aren’t you spending the day with Sage?”

“She’s with Wayne. He got the day off work to spend it with her. So, can I?”

“Are you sure? You don’t need some alone time to brood? Your kid just graduated kindergarten.” You teased.

He groaned, “You’re absolutely going to be the death of me. Please.”

You giggled. “Alright, Eddie. You can come ove-“

He hung up the phone as soon as he’d received your confirmation, and you held the receiver to your ear, listening to the dial tone for a minute before cackling. You knew what was about to happen. You couldn’t help but be excited, but geez, this guy was chomping at the bit. His excitement made you giddy too, though.

About ten minutes passed, and you were sitting on your couch, feeling a bit anxious, but not in a bad way. You tapped your foot on the floor, petting Pencil for reassurance. You heard his van screech into your driveway, and in under a minute he was knocking fervently on your front door.

You laughed and yelled, “It’s open!” Within seconds, he was walking into your house. He was beaming, and he kicked his shoes off quickly before practically jogging to where you were on the couch. Pencil scurried off, and Eddie plopped down next to you, facing your direction.

“Will you go out with me?” He asked quickly, smiling and out of breath, getting right to the point.

You laughed and pretended to contemplate it, “Hmm… I don’t know… I’m not so sure. I might have met this guy who wants to take me off into the sunset or something?” You joked.

He groaned and grabbed your shoulders, smiling like a mad man, “You are infuriating!” He laughed, shaking you lightly.

You laughed too, loudly and genuinely. After a moment, you looked into Eddie’s beautiful, brown eyes and smiled, “Yes, Eddie. I will totally go out with you.”

He melted in front of you and leaned forward, kissing you like a man starved. You couldn’t help but giggle against his lips as you attempted to kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The two of you shared a giddy kiss, not being able to hold yourselves together. After a while, the two of you separated and he sat back a little, calming down from all the excitement. “God, this school year was way too long.”

“I agree. Let’s make sure Sage is never in my class again.”

Eddie nodded, chuckling and wincing, holding his ribs, as they were sore from laughing too much.

You smiled and leaned onto his shoulder, “So, where are you taking me, Romeo?”

He laid his head on top of yours. “Anywhere. Everywhere.”

You smiled as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently. You noticed how small yours felt in comparison. “I mean for our first date.”

“You’ll see. Does tonight sound okay?” He asked.

“Wow, jumping right on into it, aren’t we?” You teased.

“We’ve wasted enough time being all secretive. I’m ready to show you off.” He smiled.

“What if the date doesn’t go well?” You asked, squeezing his hand.

“Well, we’ve got about a million more to go on, so the first one doesn’t have to be perfect.” He explained, squeezing yours back. “But it will be. Trust me.”

You nodded and hummed, enjoying his company for a while before asking, “What do I wear?”

“Something pretty nice, but comfortable.”

You nodded, not really knowing what to expect from him. The two of you stayed cuddled up on the couch for about half an hour before he sighed and made a move to get up. You released him, though you weren’t happy about it.

“Sorry, beautiful, but I’ve got to go. I have a hot date tonight.” He smiled, standing up.

“Oh yeah, with who?” You smirked.

He bent down and kissed you chastely, “Just the most amazing girl I’ve ever met. It’s tonight at 8.”

You couldn’t fight the blush that rose in your cheeks and you shoved him away gently, “You’re such a sap.”

“Yeah. You like me, though, so what does that make you?”

“Touché.” You glared.

He threw you a wink before slipping his shoes back on and leaving your house.

Finally. It was all starting to click into place.

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[writingintheshadowsforever]

The Gods's Vengeance Peter Parker x Reader Part 1: The Beginning

Dear Y/N

On the behalf of the admissions committee, it is my honor and privilege to notify you that you have been accepted to New York University, and the class of 2024. Congratulations!

You couldn't help the little jump for joy while reading the acceptance letter. All of your hard work in secret paid off, and for a second part of you had wished. You were sharing this news with your closest friends and family. People who were supposed to be by your side in moments like these celebrating your accomplishments alongside you. But no you had to do everything behind closed doors, and sneak around everyone’s back to make this possible.

Well not everyone's back

You didn't hear or see her coming. The letter was snatched out of your hand, and it didn't matter how fast your reflexes were. A year of extensive training under Wakanda's greatest warriors made her faster. M'Bali danced out of your reach cackling as you whirled around with pouty eyes.

"Well would you look at this" she began reading over the letter. A teasing grin stretched across her face. "Little y/n actually got into the little American school."

You snickered. "M'Bali you're only two years older than me, and NYU is one of the greatest school in the country. Do you know how low the acceptance rate is? It is a-"

"Yeah yeah yeah it's one of the most prestigious schools in existence, and they have a history of crushing kids's dreams. I don't need a history lesson nerd" M'Bali said cutting you off.

"M'Bali" You growled her name as a warning to not keeping pushing her limits. It didn't matter she was probably the only reason you were even able to apply to the school without your mother finding out. You still weren't going to take her crap.

"So what now?" She asked moving across the living room into the conjoined dining room. M'Bali yanked a chair out from under the table to plop down into it, and kicked her feet up. Getting comfortable as if this was her home.

You shook your head at the lack of manners from her. This home was neither yours or hers, but instead the house belonged to one of her friends. The boy who was crushing hard on her had let you use his address as your own. When sending out your portfolio to NYU, so when the school did send a letter. It wouldn’t come to your own home which would've brought this entire operation down. The mail always goes directly to your mother. And it was crucial that you kept all of this from her.

Okoye the General of the Dora Milaje, and your loving mother. She was hard on everyone but you, with you Okoye was nothing but gentle. Around you she let her guard down, and gave the whole General thing a rest. Unless she was putting you through a rigorous training session. No daughter of The General was going to be walking around not knowing how to protect herself. It didn't matter that you weren't going to follow in her footsteps. Your mother still insisted on teaching you how to fight and wield a weapon from day one. She started letting up on you about two years ago. When she finally realized just how serious you were about your art, and that was your true passion.

She supported you on this new path and all the endeavors that came with it, but there was one thing you knew she wouldn't budge on. Letting you explore just how far your talent could truly take you outside of the borders of Wakanda. Okoye trusted you but she didn't trust the outside world, and growing up she kept you more sheltered than Princess Shuri.

Even Shuri got to travel with her brother T'Challa to the states a few times. There were times you begged your mom to let you tag along, but alas you were always left behind staying in the palace. While she was away and your father was either busy with training duties or accompanying your mother on a mission.

You had hoped things would change once you finally became an adult in your own right. But no you had turned twenty last year, and Okoye was still doing everything in her power to keep you from stepping foot outside of Wakanda. Which wasn't hard considering the position of power she was in.

Of course M'Bali wanted to know what the next step of your plan was, because if you actually wanted to attend the school you would have to get past her.

"I show her the letter and pray to Bast she says yes." You told her no hint of faith for your own plan in your voice.

M'Bali raised an eyebrow at you. "There is no way your mother lets you, and its not just because she's overprotective. Have you stopped and looked around at the growing tension between Wakanda and the rest of the world lately."

Right it had a been six months since the tragic passing of King T'Challa, and while Wakanda and its people were still mourning his loss. The world's biggest nations were taking shots trying to negotiate new deals to access vibranium hoping to prey on the grieving Queen Ramonda.

Under no circumstances would she cave but that didn't mean they were going to stop trying.

"What does that have to do me?" You asked playing a little dumb.

M'Bali planted her feet back on the floor leaning forward to fix you with hardened gaze. "You're the daughter of Wakanda's General, and that makes you pretty important. If she lets you go to that American school, and the American government discovers your true heritage. They won't hesitate to take you as leverage against us, and you know that."

She was right. You did know that. But you also knew Shuri would have no problem concocting a fake identity for you to go by while attending the school. It would be a piece of cake for the genius girl if she was willing to do it that is. Princess Shuri spent most of her days locked up in her lab working on new weapons for the military, and cures for existing, and non-existing diseases. Ever since her brother's death work is the only thing the girl seems to care about.

"I wouldn't use my real name and any connection I have to Wakanda can easily be erased." You shot back with a shrug. It was half true thanks to your mother keeping you cooped in Wakanda for your entire life. No one on the outside knew your name or what you looked like, let alone the General had a daughter.

"It doesn't matter Okoye won't risk it. Why do you want to go to that stupid American school anyway? What can it offer that Wakanda can't?" M'Baili questioned with a frown. While she covered your tracks for you. She like everyone else in the country looked down on the outside world.

"It could help me take my art to the next level I want to see my creations in museums all across the world. MB not just hung up in the living of my mom's home, and her friend's house. Not just that I want to see the rest of the world too you know." You paused to take a deep breath when M'Bali shot you a look. "Look I love Wakanda its my home and always will be. It's one of the most beautiful plac-

"Not one of Wakanda is the most beautiful place on Earth. No other country can compare" M'Bali corrected you with no hesitation. Crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes daring you to disagree.

"Yeah my bad but what I'm trying to say is just because the other countries's beauty doesn't compare to ours, doesn't mean their beauty is worth being seen."

She started to frown mulling over your words tilting her head to the side. The same way her father M'Baku did whenever he was trying to understand what new technology Shuri had presented him with. A few seconds went by before she spoke again. "You know when you put it like that you make it sound like us. Wakandans are just a bunch of shallow, pompous, assholes who think they are better than the rest of the world."

"That's because we are." The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

"Hey"

"I'm just being honest."

"Why don't you try that with your mom?"

You groaned as the original topic of discussion came back into play. "How" you pleaded with the older girl for assistance.

M'Bali took pity on you and motioned for you to take a seat in the chair a head of her. Which you obliged ready to take whatever advice she had to offer.

"So you know how my dad is right?"

You nodded.

She sighed settling back into her chair. "Even though after the whole Killmonger thing was over, and my dad brought the Jabbari Tribe out of isolation to ally us with the rest of Wakanda again. He was still a bit wary in letting some of the countries's ways rub off on us, and was scared our own ways and traditions would be lost. Of course as his daughter he expected me to uphold the Jabbari's values and traditions. I was set to follow in his footsteps, and begin training to become the clan's leader. In the near future my father didn't want anything throwing me off my chosen path."

You couldn't help but feel a little bad for her. At least Okoye was willing to let you pursue your own dreams even if it was under her supervision.

"So I knew when I decided I wanted to enroll to become a Dora. I would have to do so behind his back which I did do. By the time daddy dearest found out I applied to the Dora's training program. It was already done paperwork filled out, King T'Challa had approved, and Okoye had signed off on everything. He was furious of and tried to had me pulled from it, but it was already set in stone. Signing up to be a Dora is like joining the American military once you agree to all the terms and agreements. The only way out is through you can't just back out-"

"Wait seriously" You said not meaning to cut her off, but you were a bit shocked. After all you had backed out of Dora training after initially signing up at seventeen. Not to mention you had seen so many other warriors in training unable to handle it quit halfway through.

"Not really but it would've been a disrespectful thing to do, and the fact it was my father was the one protesting so much made. It seem like he thought me being a Dora was more of a disgrace instead of a honor and a way to bring the Jabbari even closer to home. The elders would've been pissed, so he left me alone." M'Bali explained with a light shrug. Her plan had been brilliant but how were you supposed to apply that to your own situation.

"So what you're saying is I need to back my mom into an impossible corner that she can't get out of without saying yes."

"Exactly and you already got accepted into the school so half of the plan is done. Next step you need the Queen on your side."

You were taken back by that. "Why the Queen?"

"Like I said the whole conflict going on between Wakanda and the rest of the world is going to be the biggest reason your mom says no. But if you can get Queen Ramonda too sympathize with you, then she'll be able to talk your mom into saying yes. The Queen is the one person in the world the General won't defy."

"It would be different though I'm her daughter M'Bali. She'll fight if she thinks she's letting me walk into danger" You argued. Queen Ramonda probably wouldn't even go so far as to get between the two of you in the first place.

"That's why you go to her as if Okoye has already said no. Act all devastated like your entire world has been crushed. Queen Ramonda will go to your mother with some speech about letting you go and stuff."

"That's manipulation" You stated with a frown.

M'Bali scoffed with a wave of her hand. "How do you think anyone gets where they want to be in this world? You either manipulate or be manipulated sweetheart. I know it sounds harsh but do it my way, and your yes is secured before you even ask."

You sat there pondering over her words. M'Bali slammed the acceptance letter down on the table.

"Now is the time to start asking yourself y/n just how important NYU is too you?"

It hit you that this was the first time M'Bali didn't refer to your dream school as a stupid American institute. She got up from the table and left you there to make a decision alone.

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[epilogue-and-prologue]

A Heavy Bargain (Say My Name)

Fandom: North and South (BBC Series)

Ship: Modern!Thornton x F!Reader

Trope: (Business)Enemies to lovers - Angst with a fluffy ending.

Word counts: 5 921

Note: @sorisooyaa I did it again x).

Warnings: Betrayal, SMUT, insults and bad words, incorrect mentions of what being an architect means.

Tag-list: @heilith @asgardianhobbit98 @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @fizzyxcustard @sotwk

Getting the almighty holier than though Mister Thornton all riled up was fun.

His face was becoming a stern, emotionless mask when he was seeing his opponent beat him at his own game. In which case, you were the opponent. And you were crushing his hopes with a devilish grin.

“As you can see, once the factory is restored, the margins will increase by twenty per cent. And of course, it is without counting the profit made from the museum which will be added at the same time, as well as the branded products we will sell there.”

This project was yours, it was given at this point. Victory tasted awfully good when winning against him. After working for the same firm together for the past six years, the friendly competition you had entertained in the beginning had swiftly turned into a full-blown rivalry. If you were honest with yourself, it had turned you on more than once, seeing him do his absolute best to get the upper hand. Especially, when you knew the cards to be in your favour.

“Thank you for your time, that will be all for now.”

Architecture was a male-dominated field and being the only woman in the office was a feat, day in and day out. Every day you had to fight for a seat at the table and he did not make it easy on you. Not that you’d want him to.

After the meeting, Thornton approached you, ever so leisurely, to give himself a sense of control. It suited him. The confidence radiating from him. A pristine shirt he had to have bought a size too small, his three-piece suit a work of art along the lines of his shoulders, his pants taunt against his thighs. And that was just the front.

“Good work today.”

You stopped gathering your computer and portfolios. Was he joking ? You arched a brow, your arms instinctively crossed over your chest.

“What do you want Thornton? Snarl at me, like you usually do?”

He chuckled, leaning his hips against the table, looking at you intently. You could see him eying you from head to toe, ranking up your legs, stopping at your hips, then your chest - accentuated cleavage in your fitted white shirt, before meeting your eyes.

“No. I want to invite you to dinner. -Pardon? -You heard me.”

What game was he playing? That man always had a motive.

“I fear our little games have to come to an end. Only fitting to have a dinner to celebrate. I have been offered a promotion. Associate.”

You felt your mouth open, but no words came to you. You bit the inside of your cheek. Of course, he had come to gloat and run that tongue of his. What you wanted to do to that man could not be expressed in enough words. He was good at his job, yes, but not good enough to earn the promotion you had been fighting for, for months. Of course, the goddamn CEO’s son had to have it.

“So that’s why you were not trying to jeopardize my presentation today? Fuck, I should have known… You’re never that kind to anyone. Have a good dinner on your own, Thornton. And above all, go fuck yourself.”

His wide hand grabbed your wrist before you could leave. Your breath itched in your throat.

“You did not hear me. I have been offered a promotion. In another firm. -What do you mean?”

He let go of your arm, feeling as if you were less likely to leave now that he had your attention. Thornton’s lips perked in what could be treated as a smile.

“I mean that I am leaving. My sister and I are creating a new firm.”

Oh. Oh. His firm. This situation was taking unexpected turns.

“And what that has to do with me?”

He inhaled slowly, calming down his nerves.

“My sister, Fanny, thought it good to have you with us.”

Your laugh echoed in the empty office. He could not be serious.

“Are you joking? -I wish I were. She can be… very convincing at times.”

Saying those words, he recalled the week Fanny had called him asking about the prodigy he was working with. Not that he would tell you that. Your rivalry was the only thing keeping you in his life. And, even if he would never admit it aloud, the challenge you presented him with was exhilarating. He felt stimulated and pushed to always be on his best game with you around. Probably why Fanny wanted you in the first place. You kept him and his ego in check.

“Listen, you don’t have to make a decision now. Come to dinner with me, we’ll talk about the details then.”

Narrowing your eyes, you shook his extended hand.

“No promises. And give my thanks to your sister. She seems to be a brave woman to handle you every day.”

You smiled at your joke before leaving. In a fleeting dazed thought he wondered what else you could do with that mouth. Shaking his head, he went ahead and called his sister to tell her the news.

- After arranging a place and a date, the worst part of the ordeal was waiting. Wait for the week to be over. Wait for the evening to come. Wait for you to arrive. You had agreed it would be better for you to meet in a neutral place, where people would not recognize you. Sharks were everywhere and if they caught wind of you and him leaving the firm, it would stir more shit than you could handle. The French restaurant he had picked was on a side street, hidden from view by a beautifully decorated garden. You presented yourself and were guided to a table in a corner. He was already waiting for you, even going as far as pulling the chair out for you. You did not know how but this suit was even more enticing than the one he had on a few days before. He was wearing a dark shirt, sleeves rolled at his elbows, and no tie. He almost seemed relaxed, if not for the way his forearms were flexing against the cloth of his clothes.

“Wine?”

You nodded, the waiter pouring a glass for him and then for you. The menu was already on the table. As usual, yours did not have the prices written on them.

“Thornton? -Yes? -Could you pass me your menu, please?”

You reached for it before he could answer. To your surprise, he chuckled at your behaviour.

“What? -Nothing. You… You have a habit of taking what you want. I like that.”

The darkness surrounding you did little to cool the flush of your cheeks. He smiled wider. Then, the waiter came back. After having ordered, you put your credit card on the table, telling him you were the one to pay for tonight’s dinner and that next time his managers should do a better job at hiding their misogyny. The whole time, Thornton did not say anything, looking at you intently, focused like you thought you had never seen him before.

“Now that this is settled, first question: why is your sister not here with us? Second question: what makes you think I’ll join your firm after the hell on earth you put me through? -Simple. My sister is on vacation with her sons. You do know it’s Easter this week?”

He could not give a price to the face you made at that. “And I seem to recall, you gave me the same treatment.” He sipped on his wine, moving carefully, hoping you would not run. It was always the same dance with you. Him chasing you, in the hopes you would give him the light of day. Not always successful, but always worth it.

“Despite what you may think, I value your intellect and your sense of business. You are one of the only architects I know who makes a point of following the project from conception to finish, including regarding the contracts for the workers and the conditions in which they work. Going as far as talking with the unions and siding with them if need be. -Uh, duh? That’s my job. If the workers are unhappy the work is badly done and we lose money, that’s pretty simple math. -I know.”

He leaned over to you, pouring himself some water, spreading the smell of his cologne in your space. The wine must have been a tad too much because you clenched your thighs when he did. Deep into the night, you talked about the future of the firm, what projects you were willing to work on, what percentage you would be getting and who you would be working with. You wanted your work to be as ethical as possible, even in a world where you could lose it all in a heartbeat. The gentleman in him flared when you hailed a cab. He insisted on driving you home. You couldn’t say no to those eyes, pleading with you, an amused “I won’t bite. Unless you ask nicely.” Escaping him, making him blush just as much as you did. Upon arriving, he opened the door for you, walking you up to the door of your building.

“Well, Thornton, for someone who always had a thing against me, you do know how to wine and dine a girl alright.”

He chuckled.

“I do hope it worked at least.”

You stared at him through hooded eyelids. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, the soft buzz leaving you to fend for yourself against your instincts. Or maybe it was him. The cologne in the air, his fingers brushing against your thigh in the car, the comfortable silence and quick wits exchanged during dinner. You did not know. And, honestly, you did not care.

“It worked like a charm.”

You leaned up, bravery overcoming you, and kissed his cheek. His breath hitched as he gritted his teeth, fighting against himself. Your hand had settled on his shoulder, and he did not stop himself from putting his on your waist. He sensed the shift in the air then. You pulled away before opening the door behind you. In a last attempt at seeing him break - the effect you had on him was visible, rendering his pants, even more, taunt against his ass (it was a sight to see) - you asked:

“So… You are coming or what?”

He followed you in without hesitation.

When you entered your apartment, you barely had the time to take off your coat and light up the room the door behind you was slammed shut and his hands were on you. Your back against his chest, his palms over your breasts, toying with your nipples through your top, no other place on Earth could compete with the one you were in now.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he grunted in your ear, biting down softly on your earlobe, “those dresses stretched over your ass I could barely hide the hard-on under the table… Would have to touch myself in the bathroom thinking of you…”

Breathless, you whimpered “As if your suits were not a size too small just to turn me on… Buttons-up ready to burst…” You could hear the pride in his smirk, his hands pulling your jacket off, pulling your shirt off as well as his own. When he finally turned you around, underwear was the only thing left between you. You lunged forward, meeting him halfway in a hungry embrace, never quite kissing but leaving a trail down his throat of hickeys he’d have a hard time hiding. Once on your knees, he tried stopping you.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, I…”

Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, once freed of his boxers. Without so much as an afterthought, your mouth was at the tip, then deeper down your mouth, taking more and more of him with each back and forth, the salty taste of precum rapidly coating your tongue, your hands finding a steady place to rest on his hips. His whimpers were sinful. Reaching your ears and eliciting a wetness you never knew yourself capable of before that moment. Your fingers found their way down, between your thighs, toying with yourself. In a desperate attempt not to come, he pulled away from you before forcing you up. You frowned, visibly disappointed.

“Why…”

He stopped you, slipping a finger in your mouth for you to suck on. His eyes had gone dark, he seemed animated by lust only. Not that you would mind. When you complied, he inhaled sharply through his nose, smirking again.

“Bend.”

The order was simple. And you were not one to say no. You found yourself bending over on the table, ass up in the air, waiting for him to move. The warmth of his hands on your hips spread through you like wildfire, a desperate moan cutting through the silence. His fingers were impatient with your underwear, tearing the seams as if they were nothing. Without another moment of hesitation, he pulled a condom out of his discarded coat, put it on and… nothing came. Well, more accurately, you could feel the tip of his cock against your clit, moving in slow motion. In other words: torture. You went to get back up, pissed, when his hand blocked you down, the palm over the expanse of your back, firm, not even straining in his strength.

“Oh, growing impatient are we?”

The smug bastard. He was pushing in you excruciatingly slow until he was completely up in you. Losing control, you clenched around him, your whole body a string ready to snap, your back arching, as you were mouthing a silent plea for him to move. He stayed there, pulling mewls out of you, while he pulled you to him, your back against his chest, leaving breathless mouth-opened kisses down the side of your throat, caressing your shoulders and your back in sinful patience. You were a mess, almost in tears, the temptation too strong when he put you back down, slamming into you with such force, his hips were to leave bruises. Where his cries of pleasure had been enticing, yours were only driving him insane, your warm tongue on him still on his mind. His thrusts quickly became erratic, and his end was met before yours, grunting into your ear. The emptiness he left behind made you whine. He left to drop the condom in your bin. He was heaving and was flushed. You pulled yourself up, coming back to your senses. He looked at the commotion, clearly not done with you. Not even nearly. His hands stopped you, their familiar heat on your hips. Face to face, you could see his eyes on you, ready to devour every parcel of your body. He sucked at the tender skin of your throat, earning a gasp, your hands going around his shoulders. Soon, his hands slipped under your ass, hoisting you up against him.

“Good girl.”

The sweetness in his tone erased every thought out of you. Your hands were pulling on his hair, his nose against your pulse as you stumbled into your bedroom. No words were exchanged as he all but threw you on the bed, knocking the air out of your lungs. He smirked, the effect he had on you glistening down your thighs. He was enjoying seeing you this willing to give him control, all of it for the mere pleasure of having him. It boosted his ego. And you enjoyed greatly as he kept his eyes on you, before kneeling between your thighs, his breath fanning over you, a heated reminder of where his mouth could be. Again, he took his time, pressing his mouth, tongue and teeth against your inner thighs, leaving bruises and deep-coloured stains under your skin.

“You really want this, don’t you?”

The words were hanging in the air between the two of you. He licked his lips, diving in. He went feral. All you could do was helplessly try not to be too loud, but it was damn near impossible. Thornton’s hands were not only good at keeping you down but also at keeping you open and pleased, teasing you in ways only he knew. The knot in your abdomen was gradually coming to a rupture point when he stopped altogether. A deep whine echoed through your chest, fist clenching into the bedding. He climbed his way back up your body, leaving marks on his way there. He murmured against your jaw, leaving traces there too.

“How much do you want this?”

You did not want to give him the satisfaction, yet, the ghost of his fingertips was hovering over your clit, sensitive and ready. He pressed on, his thumb running lazy circles around it now. You bit your lip.

“Please… -Please who? -Please, John, I’ll…”

He grabbed your chin, a frown settling on his face. You had never called him by his name. Well, his last name, all the time and the occasional insult but never his first name. Gradually, he lowered his mouth to yours, stealing your breath away yet again. This felt more sinful and intimate than what you were doing so far. He deepened the kiss, your hands meeting in his hair, nails against his scalp. A deep grunt resonated through you, while he looked at you with marvel in his eyes. He pulled you with him to the side, one of your legs above his hip, the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing even in these moments. It felt right, being there with him. As if something had been fulfilled inside of you. You felt the stretch of him, his hips meeting yours, while his hand was drawing you in, your lips finding yet again the soft spot beneath his ear. He rocked against you in slow motion, taking his time. The moment you let out his name felt pivotal, a shift had occurred in him when you did and you wanted to know why. The first instants were harsh and to the point. This was tender and careful, almost loving. When his fingers found your clit again, you were at his mercy, nestled against him. He was cradling your face, kissing you still. You never wanted this to stop. Never wanted to stop the fullness he provided you, the care, the utter devotion. The coil in your belly was growing stronger with each passing moment until you could not bear it anymore, your orgasm washing through you like a tidal wave. He pulled out right after, spilling himself over your stomach, his forehead against your collarbone. You pulled the covers over the both of you, silence all-encompassing, neither of you moving basking in the embrace the other was providing.

When you woke up, he was gone. It wasn’t late. Yet, he was gone. Nothing left behind. No note. No text. Nothing. While you showered, doubts started plaguing you. With good reason, you thought. The man was ruthless in business. Here you thought you had the upper hand, knowing him for so long. What if you had been wrong? Was he going to use this night against you? Was the deal he offered you even real? It was a low blow, but you would not put it past him. His intentions were never clear, especially not with you. The pain in your chest would not decline, still. The betrayal you felt was real and you could do nothing about it. Work would have to do as a distraction. The television was playing orchestral music in front of you, while you were lounging on your sofa. It helped soothe your mind. You were studying yet another case of wrongful termination by one of your contractors. It was the fifth this year. The man was starting to get a reputation for not honouring his contracts. Somehow, he was one of the most preeminent manufacturers your firm worked with. It felt odd to keep employing him when he was discharging his employees just because he wanted to and despite your firm’s demands. You were so engrossed in your computer screen, scanning numbers, and taking notes that the door softly opening and closing behind you went unnoticed. Not even the soft chuckle or the coat being hung up startled you. Thornton’s palms on your shoulders, on the other hand, elicited a scream. He laughed. The bastard laughed at you. You turned around in your seat. He was wearing different clothes. Professional ones this time. Not that you’d pay any mind whether he was wearing clothes or not.

“What are you doing here?”

The sharpness in your voice startled him. He gestured to a bag on your kitchen aisle.

“I brought breakfast.”

Oh. Fuck. Realization dawned on him. You bit your lip, anxiety unraveling in you.

“You thought… -Yes. I thought you had left. For good.”

John sighed. Even in your mind, it felt strange to call him that. His jaw clenched, as he exhaled sharply. He joined you on the sofa, sitting next to you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what conclusion to come to, you left without a word, nothing… -I did. -No, you didn’t.”

He pointed at your fridge. A small piece of blue paper tucked under one of the magnets with his handwriting on it.

“Oh.”

He could not stay mad at you when you were looking like this. Nothing out of the ordinary. There laid the issue though. Fluid pants, meant to be worn at home, no bra that he could see and a cotton shirt clinging to your skin. Embarrassment making you bite your lip. He could not bring himself to be angry with you. Really, he had no good reason to. Thornton knew of his reputation. He knew you knew about it too. The math would have been the same if he had been in your shoes. He went to get the groceries he had brought with him. Your eyes went back to your screen, his mocking smirk still on your mind. There was no real hurt, but your ego did not like it. You closed your computer before turning towards him. He had started cooking something, pulling his sleeves up his arms the jacket of his suit laid behind you. Your eyes wandered. Down his shoulder to the tip of his fingers. Up his back and to his shoulder blades. His ass, but that was a given. You were losing yourself in him. It scared you and enticed you all the same.

“Are you going to stare or are you going to help?”

Malice appeared in his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. God, you had never seen him smile so much. Not in all the years you had known him, not in the last months you had known him even. It was a sight, the dimples in his cheeks prominent, eyes shining with something new, the crinkles there lined up perfectly. You were indeed losing yourself in him. He chuckled, startling you into getting up. For once, you were the one without words. You, who always had something to say, opinionated and strong-headed. He saw your hands shaking while peeling apples, trying not to meet his gaze and breathing through your nose to keep a straight face. He found you endearing to no end. He had for a long time. You were a skilled liar and an even better architect, yet he could see, sometimes, the mask crack. Especially when it was him taking a jab at it. He never did it to anger you, per se. He did it because he adored seeing this other side of you. Your commanding posture was one he was used to, what he wanted to chase. What he wanted to stay for though, was this. Your natural state of affairs, no lies put up to hide behind. While he was cooking the eggs and pancakes, he could feel your eyes burning, tracing his shape all over. Once done, he turned around to find that you were still peeling the same apple you had been ten minutes before. You felt his hand pull the fruit away from your palms. They were sticky with the apple’s water and sugar. He opened your hand, prying the knife away from you before bringing your fingers to his mouth. Slowly sucking on your fingers drawing each into his mouth, one after the other, moaning around your skin. The bastard. That handsome bastard. Your thighs clenched, while you were trying to stay upward. It proved very difficult. You whimpered, before stepping out of his reach completely as he was sucking on his fingertips, never leaving you out of sight. The look in his eyes was nothing short of sinful.

“No. No, no, no, no. I need to get work done…”

His arms pulled you up, settling you on the counter, eyes boring into yours, his hands toying with the hem of your shirt, slipping under it. God, he was driving you insane. Your hands found their way against his chest, in a motion that could have been treated as resistance, had you not been so weak in the attempt to stop him. He smiled, studying your face. You found yourself smiling too. The rational part of your brain was going to burst. You still had several calls to make and plans to discuss with him - preferably with his clothes on, even more so if his sister was present. Your body was hearing none of it.

“John, please…” you pleaded.

That was a mistake. As soon as his name left your mouth, he made you look at him with a firm hand on your jaw.

“Say it again.”

His lips were right there. Just suspended in front of you, like a forbidden fruit. He was good at this. So, so, so, good.

“I really have to… -Say it again.”

Your hooded eyelids and heavy breathing were only bringing him closer and closer to you, incapable of resisting the pull you had on him. It felt right, to stand between your open thighs, morning light barely shining through the windows, as you were there, breathless and needy at his mercy.

“John…”

Greedily, he claimed your lips for himself, as if to taste them around the letters of his name. He felt the warmth of your hands slip around his neck, burying themselves in the depth of his hair. Your hips were trying to meet his, arching your back more and more into him. He pulled away for some needed air, his forehead resting against yours. Your fingers were digging into his shirt by now, praying to tear it apart.

“What was that for?”

Your breath was soft against his cheekbone, your voice somewhat proud and cheeky.

“No reason. -Come on, John.”

The insistence on his name murmured against the shell of his ear…You knew. You knew and you were doing it on purpose. That new knowledge ingrained itself in his brain and it took everything in him not to ravish you, here and there.

“My name… in your mouth… It sounds like…It sounds like I am yours”

The cheekiness was gone, replaced by a spreading wildfire inside of you. The warmth of it all taking you over by pure force. You pulled away from him, in awe. A few hours prior you could have sworn he was going to leave you hanging, and now he was telling you these sinful things in such a serious tone. He was going to wreck you. And you were going to let him. Your core clenched, empty, waiting to be filled by him. You pulled your shirt over your head, breasts bare before him. Soon after, his lips found their way to them, the nipples getting teased between his lips, warm hands heating your body up. What an exquisite way to start the day.

*

Somehow, the tension between you had not vaporized. It had gotten thicker. You could not keep your hands off of each other, often working in between intimate encounters rather than keeping said encounters in between hours of work. Although, you did manage to visit new offices, meet his sister - she was a riot of outlandish manners and quick wits - and keep your newly developing relationship a secret from the firm’s employees. After a few weeks and then months like this, you felt that you were getting into a stall. Your relationship was not new anymore, yet whenever you mentioned going public he’d recoil and diverge onto an another subject of conversation. At first, it had been fun. Now, it was getting tiresome. Yet, you could not bring yourself to break it to him. The frustration in you was growing restless.

“Good evening. -Good evening… Oh, you brought food! Thank God, I’m starving! -I figured.”

He rose a brow and smirked knowingly as he passed through your door. You heard the lock click and he joined you in the kitchen, while you were setting the table. Slowly his usual business posture fell. He now had a strange look on his face. Not quite worried. Just so serious. It had you stopping in your tracks.

“John, what’s wrong?”

His breath was altered, and you watched him slowly take off his jacket and put it away. His eyes were driven to look at the floor, finding patterns in the wood more interesting than your face maybe. A dullness settled on your heart, muffling its cries. Something was off, you could see it.

“I have something to tell you.”

Before he could say anything, you sat down preparing yourself for the worst. He did not move.

“Remember when you told me about that contractor who was firing employees and giving bad results for the firm? -Yes, but… -I know who it is. I’ve known the entire time.”

You almost laughed.

“I’ve told you the name of the company, of course you know who the chief is… -No. I mean, I know who signed off on those deals each time. -What? I’ve been tracking that information… -For months, I know…”

You felt him approach and stop in his tracks, his hand settling on the table next to you, fearing he might make you even more angry than you already were. In truth, you were not even angry at him. Disappointed, frustrated, sad because of him? Yes. Angry? That was for yourself. You should have known he was hiding something. Of course, you had been blinded by the sweet words and soft touches and tender times.

“Who?”

The sharpness there was unmistakably strangled. Tears on the verge of collapse. John inhaled slowly, lips pinched.

“My father.”

Finally, you met his gaze. You didn’t even know his father still worked for the firm and wasn’t on a Bahamas coast with luxurious size debts. This was news to you.

“Please, say something. -I… I don’t know what to say… What do you want me to say, huh?… What do you expect me to say? You’ve been protecting your father all this time and I cannot find it in myself to blame you for it… That doesn’t mean that I’m forgiving you for lying to me… Here I thought we were…”

You struggled for a minute, trying to keep the tears at bay, feeling your emotion well up and ready to implode.

“-We were partners. -We were ? -Yes. We were. -Can you not understand why I did this? -Why? You kept the truth from me. His actions could have cost us both our careers, without mentioning the damages he’s done to the workers and the staff on site. How could you keep allowing this to happen?”

His jaw clenched, keeping himself from saying things he did not want to mean but was feeling deeply right now.

“Keep allowing? You really think I would have left my own father to sign those contracts if I had been aware he was still making them? You really think me this careless? -I don’t know.”

The hurt on his face was discreet. The effects limited to his eyes. Steeled and broken.

“What does that even mean?”

Your heart was breaking. You should have known not to trust him. Nor to have faith in him. He had been so dodgy before why stop now that you were fucking, right? A little voice in your head told you it wasn’t true. You didn’t listen.

“It means that even beyond the fact that you did not tell me you father was still working for the company or that he had a soft spot for an idiot without morals, I don’t know what kind of choice you’d make about the people you do care about. I would not know because you do not make them. Or you don’t tell me about them. -What are you talking about? -Why do you not want to share what we are to one another? You keep avoiding the question or diverting my attention to something else. Why do you not want to say that we are together, in a relationship, in a couple, John! Are you that ashamed of me? Or do you care so much about what other people have to say that you won’t be seen with me?”

This time, he did not stop himself from reaching you, his whole body shaping itself around you. You could not stop the tears anymore as he wrapped his arms around you, not a breath separating you two.

“ I am sorry. I have been nothing but a fool. I was scared you would not want me to. I was scared that you were the one who would be ashamed of me. -How could you think that?”

You met his eyes, watery pupils and all.

“I’m in love with you, John. I could never, ever, be ashamed of you.”

A deep smile crept its way onto his face, illuminating an otherwise gloomy evening. He cradled your face in his hands, almost drowning you in his presence with the gesture.

“I love you, too. Please forgive me. -I already did.”

You felt his lips smooth down a path from your temple to your lips, pressing feathered kisses along the way. You both stayed there then, foreheads together, swaying in each other’s arms, to a melody neither of you knew.

“Why did you tell me about your father?”

Without interrupting the moment, he sighed deeply.

“I had him fired today. For malpractice. -What? -He was not very pleased with me.”

The attempt at lightening up the mood went to waste. You put your palm against his cheek, your thumb moving in slow circles against his skin, trying to calm him down.

“You did the right thing. For what it’s worth, I am very sorry that you had to do it. Also, I am glad you did. You would not be yourself without that righteous streak of yours.”

A chuckle passed his lips, finally. He pressed a kiss to your lips, growing stronger with each of your hearts beating. Once thoroughly breathless, he let you go. That night, you agreed never to keep a secret from each other again. Or to hide things from one another. Both parties involved made sacrifices regarding their futures together. As usual, John drove a heavy bargain, with brand new negotiations skills, bribes and promises. You met him at every turn. And he let you, for he had surrendered to you that day and all the days after, wholeheartedly.