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lovebugism · 2 months

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you’re writing for carmy now omg i’m frothing at the mouth 😭 i love the trope where reader is quiet in bed and needs to be coaxed a bit but… i feel like it would be kind of hot if reader was the one coaxing carmy? 👀 no worries if you’re not feeling this one!

ty for requesting! — you teach the bear how to use his voice in the bedroom (new relationship, inexperienced!carmy, experienced!reader-ish, smut 18+)

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Carmy never notices when he’s quiet. His head is always so loud in comparison — it’s easy to forget he isn’t saying anything out loud when his mind’s constantly racing. He doesn’t mean anything by it, though. He’s just chronically observant. And painfully silent with it.

He lays on his back, pressed between unmade sheets and your warm body. The covers bunch at your bare hips as you roll in languid thrusts over his lap. A satiny summer breeze smooths over your burning skin from a cracked-open window. Every time the curtains billow, more of the moonlight peeks in. It drips in silver shades over your naked skin and your pretty face, now twisted in a look of undeniable pleasure — brows scrunched, eyes closed, mouth wide open.

Carmy’s tattooed hands rest impatiently on your hips. His fingers dig into the plush of them as he rocks you back and forth over his cock. You make pretty noises for him every time your clit brushes his coarse thatch of pubic hair, so he angles his hips just right to make sure you keep hitting that spot.

“Carmy,” you moan in a whimsical sigh that makes his chest swell. “Just like that. ’S so good like that. Please don’t stop—”

His face, made of dark shadows and sharpened edges, is pinched in a look of acute concentration. A distant feeling of deja veux swims in his stomach. It makes him wonder if he’s seen this in a painting before. One of those Renaissance types. The kinds that are harrowingly realistic and always heart-wrenchingly beautiful in a way.

It makes him want to draw you. Just as you are now. Head tossed back, mouth gently agape, lashes fluttering over glowing cheeks. He wouldn’t be able to do any of it justice, but he tries to memorize the soft lines of your face, anyway.

Your hips slow to a stop. Reality hits him hard.

“Woah, woah— Hey,” Carmy mumbles in protest, brows pinched in confusion when he comes down from the clouds. Through labored breaths that make his sweaty chest rise and fall, he wonders, “What happened? Why’d you stop?”

His icy blue eyes dart over your face, searching for any sign of harm. In true Carmen Berzatto fashion, he immediately thinks he’s done something wrong — that he got too far in his own head and hurt you in some way without realizing. The anxiety is fleeting, but he feels the pinch of it anyway — right where your palm rests flat on his chest, just over his pounding heart.

“Are you okay?” you ask him, similarly panicked. Your bare chest sparkles with a thin layer of sweat and catches the moonlight with every uneven inhale.

Carmy nods rapidly, chestnut curls brushing the pillow. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m— I’m great. Why?”

You exhale a small sigh of relief, growing sheepish under his unwavering gaze. You feel a bit silly for stopping now. “You just aren’t… You aren’t really, you know… saying anything,” you answer shyly.

“Am I supposed to be saying something?”

You giggle quietly to yourself until you realize he’s being genuine. Your smile ebbs as you stammer, “Well, no, it’s just— Some people usually moan, I guess— When they feel good.”

Carmy nods firmly in reassurance. “I feel good.”

“Okay…” you nod back, slower and more unsure.

“I promise,” he tells you, tattooed hands squeezing your sides. He shifts nervously on the mattress, similarly victimized by your adoring stare. “I just… I just like watchin’ you, I guess…”

A shy smile quirks the edges of your mouth as you peer down at the boy beneath you. “You’re sweet, bear,” you coo in a honeyed murmur.

“You’re sweeter,” Carmy insists. You think you see the faintest hint of a grin on his lips, but it’s hard to tell in the low light. “Wanna taste?” he teases a second later.

Wordlessly, you bend down for another kiss, far too chaste for his liking. He almost says something about it until you roll your hips again. The words of protest disappear when he inhales sharply through his teeth.

“Does that feel good?” you ask him.

He nods silently, squeezing your sides in a feeble attempt to move you faster on top of him.

“Tell me.”

“Feels good,” Carmy obeys through gritted teeth.

The subtle assurance makes you moan — a pretty, breathy thing that spills accidentally from your opened mouth. All he can think about is getting you to make that sound again.

“Do you like it when I talk to you?” he wonders aloud, very innocuously curious.

You nod, brows furrowed as you grind over his lap. The bed frame squeaks quietly when you roll your hips forward. When you roll them back again, he can hear the faint sounds of your wet pussy — the quiet schlick-ing of his cock fucking into you. The two noises play one after the other in rhythmic tandem. The sinful sounds of sex.

Carmy racks his head for something to say in the not-so-silent meanwhile. You watch him get lost in his mind and cup his cheeks between gentle palms. “Don’t think so hard about it, bear,” you say with a wavering smile. “You don’t have to say anything. It’s okay.”

You duck down to kiss him again. The angle shifts. Carmy bends his knees and fucks up into you, mercilessly and without warning. Your mouth hangs open in another weak moan that fans across his chin.

“That good?” he pants.

“Yes,” you whine. “Carmy— fuck— You’re so deep…”

Babbles spill from your mouth in thinkless slurs. They tumble from your swollen lips with an admirable effortlessness, which Carmy has never thought himself to possess. He tries, anyway, to talk to you with such sinful ease.

“You’re huggin’ me so tight,” he mutters through a clenched jaw. The very first thought to come to mind as the velvet confines of your cunt pulsate around him, squelching quietly in time with his thrusts. “Can feel you throbbin’ around me, babe— Shit— It’s like a fuckin’ heartbeat.”

Your whine fills the quiet bedroom, adding to the symphony of bed squeaking and skin slapping.

Carmy shifts his hips upward. The new angle allows his cock to reach a spongy depth inside you and pins your swollen clit against his happy trail, which now glimmers with a layer of your honey.

“Right there?” he pants.

You nod wordlessly until the words catch up to you. The tip of your nose brushes the bridge of his. “Yes,” you whimper.

His brutal thrusts pick up pace a second later, never wavering in their wicked pursuit. “Let me hit that spot,” Carmy mumbles to himself like a man crazed. “Let me hit that spot, let me hit that spot.”

Pleasure swells within you, overwhelmingly so. It’s a warm and sparkling feeling in the pit of your stomach — a tightening coil, a fraying rope, a dam about to burst. The intensity of your inevitable orgasm frightens you.

“Carmy…” you whimper.

“I know,” he nods sympathetically, right before he plants his feet on the mattress. He strengthens his thrusts, which have slowly started to lose their rhythm. “It’s okay. C’mon. Cum for me— I can feel you fuckin’ drippin’ on me, baby— C’mon.”

Your jaw clenches to fight back the scream clawing at your throat. It comes out in a pitiful whimper instead when you tense over his lap. Your orgasm washes over you in waves that leave you shaking, thighs trembling on either side of his hips.

Carmy goes accidentally silent once more as he watches you, swelling with pride as you reach the height of your pleasure. His light eyes flit over your features in a feeble attempt to memorize them — the furrow between your brows, the wrinkles beside your shut eyes, the spit-slicked sheen to your kissed lips.

You’re painting brought to life. A heavenly thing he can’t believe he gets to touch with unworthy hands.

“That’s it…” Carmy murmurs lowly. The words bubble in his throat and fall from his mouth mindlessly. He doesn’t even have to think about them now. It just feels right to praise you like this. “That’s it. There you go. So pretty… Always so pretty for me.”

As your body racks with aftershocks, you seek refuge in his arms. Your weight rests entirely upon him as your tense limbs slowly relax, but Carmy doesn’t mind. He just wraps his tattooed arms around you and holds your trembling body closer.

“I got you,” he promises through labored breaths, chapped lips brushing your temple with every word. “I got you. ’S okay. You did so good for me, baby. Thank you.”

You don’t have the words to tell him that you should be the one thanking him.

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deunmiu-dessie · 3 months

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(unedited)¹ retired simon has nowhere to go, so you offer. [ one, two, three]

this was a stupid idea, a dangerous idea; one that could potentially get you hurt— you knew that, but the temperature was below freezing and you couldn't bear the thought of letting him walk to god knows where. you wouldn't allow that, not when you could offer help.

you came to a slow halt beside the man, rolling down the passenger side window and smiling softly, awkwardly. “hi! mind if i ask where you're headed?" he's taller than you assumed, standing at least a foot or two taller than you, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his all-black tee.

the fitted clothing accentuates his large frame, hinting at the strength that lies beneath. a mask covers his face, a skull painted onto the fabric, and a large military duffle bag is slung over his shoulder, weathered and worn.

he stops abruptly and gradually swivels his head to face you. his eyes are a striking shade of brown when they meet your gaze— they look……hollow, devoid of emotion. you smile once more and tilt your head, your palms slick with sweat against the steering wheel. “s’just, the temps gonna drop a bit more later in the night and i thought i’d give you a ride, so you don't freeze to death on your way.”

your attempt at a joke with the man falls short and you clear your throat and drum your thumbs softly, feeling a tad bit embarrassed. you jump when he finally speaks. his voice is like velvet dipped in honey. it's deep, rough, gravelly, and accented. you can't help but be taken aback for a moment, as a delightful warmth spreads through your body at the mere sound of it.

“y’r parents ever taugh’ you not ta talk t’strangers?”

you purse your lips and cluck your teeth, trailing behind him as he resumes his stride. sure, you should have driven off, gone back to your cozy apartment to indulge in a couple of movies, and drink yourself into a stupor but, you simply couldn't bring yourself to do so.

“my name’s _____, what’s yours?” he stops briefly and cranes his neck to the sky for a moment with a hint of irritation, before breathing out a heavy sigh; he seems hesitant, confused— and doubtful. then he turns to face you and your small fiat. “simon," he says softly. smiling you pull to a stop, “well, we’re not strangers anymore, simon.”

simon scoffs in slight amusement but slowly makes his way to you, when he reaches the passenger side window, you can clearly see a hint of distrust lingering in his eyes. it’s clear that he’s not accustomed to kindness from strangers. but you remain undeterred, your grin unwavering, as you lean over to open the door for him.

with a stiff nod of appreciation, he settles into the passenger seat, his worn-out bag settling between his thighs as he sinks into the comfort of the cushioned upholstery.

as you pull away from the curb, the man's eyes wander out the window, lost in thought. "so, where are you headed?" you ask gently, voice laced with genuine curiosity as you try to break the tension, your voice trembling slightly.

however, his response is nothing more than a cold, detached stare out the window. it’s as if he's not really there, as if his mind is lost in some distant place, far away from the reality of this moment. and yet, there's something captivating about his emptiness, something that draws you in despite the warning signs flashing in your mind.

“could be a killer.” simon voices, head slanting towards you; he looks comically large for your small fiat car and you can't help but smile. “are you?” he grunts but doesn't respond. the car speeds through the night, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the rhythmic thumping of your heart. he's like a puzzle waiting to be solved, a mystery begging to be unraveled; and you were curious.

“the nearest shelter,” he finally utters. “thats where i’m headed.” you hum softly and swallow thickly; this was a stupid idea, a dangerous idea; one that could potentially get you hurt, you knew that, but—

“stay with me tonight.”

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satorena · 10 months

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: ̗̀➛ TRAPPED WITH U !?

featuring. g. satoru x fem!reader

warnings. explicit content, foul language, intern!reader, businessman!gojo, satoru’s a bit of a pervert in this one, and also really fucking annoying but he’s just in love fr, oral, slight breath play, unprotected sex, breeding. they fuck in an elevator, and i use a lot of italics here, oops!

rena’s note. he’s so fucking insufferable i want him so bad. also this 4.3k words. i’m so sorry.

oh but of course, since the odds were always against your favour, had you found yourself stuck in this incredulous predicament.

it’d been a long day of enduring misogynistic, narcissistic higher ups and pricks, and you wanted nothing more than to hop in your car and drive off home, hop in bed and sleep.

sounded like an ideal and realistic plan, until the sole purpose of your life’s oppression waltzed in seconds before the elevator’s doors shut, pearly white teeth flashing through a smug grin and icy blues shimmering through dark shades that rested atop his nose bridge.

you huffed, almost at your wit’s end as the elevator’s door automatically reopened at the unwanted presence detected in its sensory, and the tall frame steps in with slow strides and a stupid fucking smile on his lips, hands in the pockets of his slacks, striding as if he stepped out of vogue’s magazine.

“see somethin’ you like, wifey?” satoru chuckled, stepping side to side by your posed frame. why he chose to stand beside in this very unoccupied elevator, you’d never understand but you did know you weren’t going to entertain his bullshit today.

you bit back the insult that rested at the tip of your tongue, “floor?” your index finger hovered over the panel, waiting for him to tell you.

“same as yours,” gojo shrugged, to which you decided on closing the doors instead.

“what business you got on the 2nd floor?” you muttered, suspicions growing at the fact that he coincidentally had shit to do on the same floor as yours.

the boyish smirk he flashed you sent chills down your spine, “whatever business you got on that floor.”

you sighed exasperatedly, soon piecing together that gojo was certainly not going to the second floor to pack his belongings to head home, seeing as he was one of the higher ups that spent longer hours in the office when the interns’ shifts would end.

you pinch the bridge of your nose; “gojo.” you say his name, tone clipped and full of fatigue.

“y/n.” he answers back with your name, a flashy grin baring on thirty two teeth.

you breathe in deeply, reminding yourself to count to ten before you lost your shit. you step near the control panel and press on the main lobby floor, the first, where you decide to send him off. chances were he was heading down there to do his daily flirting with the new secretary hired anyway.

“did ya change your mind?” his voice spawns from right at your ear, and you still in shock at his proximity, noting he’s much closer to you than earlier. “we goin’ to the first floor instead?”

“we are not going anywhere.” you tilt your head to the side, glaring at him through your falsies. he shifts his own head, still fucking smiling, feigning ignorance. “you are going to the first floor, and i’m going to the fifth.”

his smile drops, finally, but at what cost? “why would i do that?” he has the nerve to genuinely sound confused, as if you were the one not making any sense out of this situation.

“why wouldn’t you?” you counter back, lifting an index finger to place atop his forehead, before pushing his head back, “don’t you got better shit to do? like harass a newbie and disguise it as flirting or somethin’?”

“is that not what i’m doing right now?” he jokes, grabbing the finger that pushed him back. you scowl, a bit upset at the fact you walked right into that one.

“besides,” he speaks up, directing your finger towards the control panel once more. “what if i had business on the… seventh floor?”

you furrow your brows, your own eyes watching as he uses your nail to press on the seventh floor button. you try to ignore how warm and soft his hands feel against your, in contrast to the coolness of his rings.

“orrrr,” he drags out, tightening the hold on your hand once more and raising your hand higher on the panel. “what if i had business on the thirteenth floor? maybe the ninth too?”

“gojo.” you warn him, clicking your tongue when realizing what game he’s starting to play at. you definitely don’t feel goosebumps form at your skin hearing his chuckle resonate right in your ear.

“that german intern’s a babe, ain’t she?” he hums pensively, his thumb rubbing circles at the center of your palm. “i might wanna see her too.” he brings your hand to the eight floor and applies enough pressure to see it illuminate.

“are you fucking kidding me?” you get annoyed, attempting to rip your hand away from his hold but fail, when you feel him creep even closer in your bubble, your ass undoubtedly pressing into his crotch.

your eyes widen, half shock half disbelief, a sudden appearance of what seems to be gojo junior stirring awake poking at your short skirt. oh fuck.

“or,” he whispers, minty breath sending jolts of electricity up your back. he drags your hand messily over the panel, about three fourths of the floors illuminating and you know you’re fucked. “maybe i wanna stay stuck in here with you…”

you blink back to reality, dismissing whatever possible emotion you were beginning to feel emerge in your core. with a sharp tug, you manage to free yourself from his grasp and turned on your heel to face the tall bastard.

“i’m gonna need you to back off and instantly—you fuckin’ creep.” you snarl, pointer finger pointing at him accusingly, hoping it sets an exemplary distance between you both.

gojo breaks into laughter, the kind that has his shoulders shaking and has him doubling over as if you’d just told him the world’s greatest joke. you watch him dumbfoundedly, your left eye twitching as he continued to ridicule you.

“fine, fine. sorry princess, i was just teasing.” he pushes his frames up to his hairline, messy strands of hair pushed out the way as he wipes a fake tear from the corner of his eyes.

you roll your eyes, pushing past him to make your way back to where you’d been prior to these stupid events. if you were gonna be stuck on this elevator ride longer than necessary because of the pit stops, you’d simply ignore him and hope he catches the hint.

you stare straight ahead at the elevator door, feeling the ride descend from the twentieth floor downwards. fuck that tall, stupid and rich bastard for dragging this elevator ride past its needed time limit.

from your peripheral, you make out his form leaning forward to catch your straight gaze. you were ignoring him and he knew, “you mad at me?”

you remain quiet, silently praying that at one of these next stops another worker would step in and ease the situation more.

gojo frowns, eyebrows pinched to the center his forehead, “c’mon, i was joking! honest! i really am sorry.”

the silence, safe for the elevator music, answered him everything he needed to know. you were always such difficult nut to crack, but what you failed to acknowledge was the more you pushed him away the more he grew attracted to you.

he sighs, before slinging his arm over your shoulders, dropping most of his body weight onto you. he watches as you nearly stumble from the sudden imbalance, before looking up to him with that adorable pout of yours that he wants to fuck out of you.

oops.

“what now, gojo?” you ask him with so much attitude, your expression bored. “can’t leave me alone for a single fucking elevator ride? you that obsessed with bothering me?”

“you got it all wrong,” gojo shakes his head, snow white tresses shaking with him and his shades falling right back to place on his nose. “i’m not obsessed with bothering you— i’m obsessed with you period. been obsessed since that time you chucked piping hot coffee on my givenchy button down.”

you frown deeply at that, reflecting at how long ago that had been. you knew what kind of guy he was. after all, who hadn’t heard of gojo satoru in this forsaken company? he dipped his dick in anything with a pulse and moved onto the next big thing whenever he got bored—

or so you’ve heard.

you stare at him for a minute, processing his words. he shamelessly stares back at you, now looping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“see something you like, wifey?” he repeats himself, his favorite nickname for you making another appearance. you ignore how his hands stroke your bare arms.

you stifle a laugh, snorting incredulously at him before breaking into a full blown laughter. maybe you now understood why gojo had done the same just a little while ago, because the look of offence on his face had made the situation funnier than it was initially.

“what’s funny?! i’m here professing my feelings for you and you’re laughing?!” gojo complains like the manchild he is, dragging syllables and all, rosy lips falling into a pout.

“fuck— i’m sorry, did you think i was gonna believe that?” your laughter dies down, sighing deeply in attempts to catch your breath. “no, seriously, do you take me for an idiot?”

“believe it or not, it’s the truth,” he mumbles, leaning his chin at the top of your skull. “even ask nanamin. been treating him as my walking diary since suguru left.”

you don’t want to think about if that holds any truth or not. you tilt your head up, enforcing eye contact with him, “i think you’re confused. it’s definitely not love, or anything in between. you’re just horny and want to fuck me.”

“well,” he looks down, mouth salivating at the point of view presented of your breast, sitting up in all their glory in your blouse. “i won’t lie and say that isn’t true. but why is it so hard to believe i have feelings for you? i literally am obsessed with you, why else would i deliberately wast time and sit through all twenty floors here with you?”

speaking of, you look at the indicator and notice you’re only at the seventeenth floor. how slow was this damn ride? there’s absolutely no way you’d only been through less three floors this whole time? was time still in this elevator or what?

wait—

“oh shit.” you hear the man cuss. you fear that’s all the confirmation you needed, as your eyes pan towards the control panel and notice all the buttons are illuminating on and off.

silence fills the air, and you’re just realizing the elevator music had stopped playing. your luck bites, you decide, as you reevaluate all you wanted to do; grab your shit from the second floor and go the fuck home.

you try not to freak out, the fear of being trapped in an elevator period catching up to you mixed with anger rising in your blood at the blue eyed freak who’s the sole cause for this unfortunate situation.

“don’t freak out, but like,” he begins to speak, corner of his lips tugging into a sympathetic smile, “we’re definitely stuck here.”

he deserves the punch to the guts he gets.

“you sit your ass on that end of the room,” you push him to one extremity of the elevator. he’s doubled over, groaning in agony at the blow he received. “and i’ll be sitting here. do not, and i cannot stress this enough, talk to me.”

time flies really fucking slowly, you notice as you check your dying phone every five minutes, waiting for the damn maintenance of this place to do their job and get you out of this elevator.

gojo had complied to your demand and hasn’t said a word to you in about twenty minutes. his long legs sprawled across the floor, one leg raised as he rested his arm atop his knee.

you didn’t want to admit it, but you were getting bored. and hungry. very hungry, and uncomfortably hot. did the air conditioning in here cut off too? most likely, damn your life.

you sat as gracefully as you could in your tight skirt and heels, tucking your legs into chest in hopes your shins were covering your inner thighs. though, you weren’t certain if you were doing a good job, judging by the way you could feel gojo’s stare at you behind the shades and the way he shifted in his seat.

he tilts his head to the side, index finger swiping over his nose and he sniffs, “figures you’re the lace type.”

you feel all the fight flee your body, all but exhausted as you bite into whatever he chews. you needs entertainment, even if it came in form of a 6’3 imbecile with an outfit the cost of your rent.

“figures you’ve been staring at my panties this whole time, when else are you ever this quiet?” you clap back, making no motion to switch positions. besides, he was manspreading with his whole boner poking through his slacks and he remained shameless. why couldn’t you?

he smirks, lifting his hand and leaning his cheek in his palm, “i’ve spent the last twenty minutes thinking about the things i’d do to you if you’d let me.”

gojo was so fucking shameless, you hated how it turned you on at times. you must’ve been truly out of it, lack of food in your system or something, because your answer flies out of you almost too naturally, “show me your worst then.”

in the blink of an eye, you both find yourselves back on your feet, your back pressed against the wall of the elevator as your lips mold feverishly with his. gojo kisses you like he’s been wanting to do so for years, his strong arms wrapping around your middle and pushing your body tighter against him.

you’re no better, hands flying to the back of his neck and your nails tugging at messy locks. he moans against your lips at a particular tug, one hand slipping past your waist and slides up your thigh. he lifts your leg and wraps it around his hip, applying pressure into the middle of your legs.

“fuck,” you moan softly against pink lips, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. he hums, your bottom lip tucked in his teeth as he pushes up into you once more.

“feel good?” he mumbles against your lips, sneaking a few kisses while awaiting for your response. his hold on your thigh is firm, wanting to hold you in place to keep grinding into you and drawing these pretty sounds out of you.

you nod your head before throwing it back against the wall, to which his lips leave yours to attack at your neck. he’s kissing and licking and nipping at your sensitive skin, leaving dark love bites.

“you fuckin’ teenager,” you complain, knowing he was intentionally marking you in visible areas, so you’d be the next talk of the week. “just had to be there, didn’t it?”

“couldn’t help it,” you feel his smirk against your jugular, to which you roll your eyes. “you smell so fucking good here, shit, i could eat you up— actually…”

you snort as he pulls away from the crook of your neck, and you eye how dishevelled he looks. even with messy hair, saliva streaking his cheeks and swollen lips, he still looked fucking hot.

you don’t have much time to reflect on his beauty because he’s soon kneeling down in front of you, hands creeping up in your skirt and tugging down at your lace undergarment. it slides off your legs with ease, and is soon in his possession, to which he stuffs in his pockets.

“i will.” he finally completes his sentence, lifting your leg over his shoulder.

he holds a firm grip on your thigh as your skirt hikes up, and he feasts. his lips latch onto your lower ones and slurps up your juices. his tongue swipes at your wet folds, moaning at the taste, which drives you to mush.

you throw your head back, hands coming in contact with his tresses, expressing the delight you feel through the tugs at his hair. whenever you’d pull hard at his hair, he’d moan into your cunt, which would result in making you moan louder and pull harder, and the cycle repeats.

“f-fuck, hah—gojo,” you whine when you feel a single digit prod into your pussy. he multitasks with fucking you open with his finger while sucking at your clit and lapping up your juices.

“shit, mhm, keep going,” you push his head deeper into your legs, momentarily forgetting you’re cutting out his breathing circulation.

you then realize he truly doesn’t mind, as his eyes roll to the back of his skull and moans even more sinfully into your dripping pussy.

it didn’t take much more than a few extra fingers to drive you over the edge, and you spray your essence in his mouth as he happily swallows every single drop you offer to him. your thighs quake and you feel yourself lose balance but he makes sure to hold you still.

you ride your high on his face, breathing heavily as you come down from your orgasm. he pulls away from in between your legs, breathing heavily with a smitten smile on his lips. “bon appétit,” he jokes, using the back of his hand to wipe himself clean.

you snort at his childishness, “shut up and gimme a moment to return you the favour.”

and just like that, you find yourself now kneeling and gojo hovered over you. he stretched his arm to hold himself up against the wall while simultaneously watching you swallow his cock whole.

now, all cocky shit aside, gojo was nowhere near small sized. he packed a big one, and the fact that you were so confidently gobbling him up, head bobbing up and down on his length, hands twisting and jerking whatever you failed to reach.

“fuckfuckfuck—shiiit, dammit y/n, your mouth feels fuckin’ amazing,” gojo whines pathetically, leaning his forehead against the cool wall.

it unintentionally forces his tip deeper in your throat and you gag around him, throat constricting around his dick and fuck if his knees hadn’t buckled.

you knew gojo was a spontaneous man, so him suddenly reaching the back of your head and pushing you deeper on his dick shouldn’t have surprised you. you were now deepthroating him as he praised you endlessly, telling you how perfect you were taking him, how warm and tight your mouth felt, how he was going to cum if you kept playing with his balls.

when he does nut, your nose reaches his pubic hairs, curly white hairs ticking you as you inhale his musk in attempt to force yourself to suppress your gag. he cums a riverbank down your throat and naturally you swallow it all, pulling off him when he finishes and seeing a string of cum and saliva connect his blushing pink tip to your lips.

“fuck,” he chuckles breathlessly, hand laying atop of your head and patting your hair gently before sliding down to your jaw. his thumb strokes your skin, “come up here, wanna kiss you again.”

“sap.” you tease but lift yourself, knees wobbly but you manage.

you’re back to standing, and your hands quickly find themselves back to his nape, threading your fingers gently through his hair. he kisses you much less rushed but instead takes his time, savours the taste of him on your tongue as you taste yourself on his.

the kiss is sensual and sloppy, drool pooling at the corner of your lips as he kisses you like his lifeline depends on it. his hands slip at your ass, grabbing the mounds with handfuls.

he pulls away just slightly, wording against your lips “jump.”

you comply, jumping and he catches you gracefully, showing no signs of struggle. you wrap your legs around his waist and proceed to kiss him again, your back coming in contact with the wall. you feel him grind his hardening dick against your bare pussy, and if you had half your regular mind, you’d have been embarrassed by how badly you were dripping over him.

“‘m gonna fuck you now,” gojo mumbles against your lips, lips peppering kisses at the corner of your saliva coated mouth. “that good with you, princess?”

you give him a flat look, fingers still carding through his soft locks. “use your thinking skills and guess.”

he smiles at you, almost too sincere and raw, and you feel your eyes shy away from his gaze, focusing instead at the beauty mark marked at the base of his neck. “hey, consent is sexy, meanie.”

“the sexiest,” you feed into his bite, giggling when you feel him nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck. his crown of hair tickles at your skin. “now hurry up.”

you surely don’t have to tell him twice as he pulls out of your neck and grabs the base of his dick, placing his tip at your pulsating hole and pushes inside.

the synchronization of both your moans blend into each others, as your gaze on one another never breaks. he watches you intently, blue eyes narrowing into your facial reactions, wanting to memorize every twitch of muscles in case this was ever his last opportunity to.

“mmhm—yes, baby,” you claw at his back, eyes droopy and hazy as he thrusts into you at a slow yet intense pace. if gojo noticed the term of endearment you slipped up, he made no show in pointing it out, and you were thankful.

the stretch of his cock at your pussy sent a fiery feeling spreading towards all of your limbs. the squelching of your pussy tightening and clenching at his dick filling the room. he soon picked up his pace, railing into you with every fibre in his body, loving the way your body bounced up in reaction to his thrusts.

he fucked you into that wall, dug so deep into your cunt you were sure you felt him in your stomach. well no wonder why women were obsessed with him, he was definitely a pleaser. a stinging bitter feeling momentarily crawled up your throat before dissipating when you caught his eyes staring at you with something you’d usually refer to as admiration.

“god, this pussy is heaven fucking sent—never had anythin’ like it—oh shit baby, gotta have more of this— gotta have more of you, please y/n—need this all the fuckin’ time,” he praised you like it was the only thing he knew how to do.

he was a verbal man, you knew, but it amplified during sexual activities. you shamefully moaned at every praise he threw at you, pussy clenching at his dick, warmth oddly settling in your chest. you scratched at his back, he bit into your shoulders, nipped at your lips and rammed your core.

in little to no time, you felt that tide of pleasure washing over you, your cervix unable to take anymore of his tip bullying into it.

“gojo, fuckkk, ‘m so fucking close!” you mewl brokenly, as tears stream down your cheeks from the overriding pleasure.

“satoru,” he breathes out, his name falling straight within earshot. his hips never give up, but his request is asked based off raw emotions, “call me satoru—please,”

your mind is running miles a minute, the tightening of your gut on the brink of snapping and spraying your dam yet again all over him.

he whimpers with his nose pressed at your jugular, his grip on your thighs so tight your bound to have bruises form soon, and your back begins to ache from repeatedly being pushed up against an uncomfortable surface.

but fuck, you were so fucking close.

“hnng—satoru!” you cry as your orgasm washes over you, rakes through your body from head to toe, muscles spasming in his hold.

you leak like a faucet, and he follows suit, moaning your name all brokenly, whimpering and whining in your ear as he pumps your pussy full of his cum. for a split second you feel your bodies merge into one, the orgasm so intense you almost forgot just who and where this was happening.

eventually, you both ride down from your highs, and satoru places you down to your feet, though never pulling out of you. his dick is snug in your warm walls, and he’s tempted to stay like this for longer, until you decide to speak.

“c’mon big guy, pull out.” you tap at his chest gently, pulling him out of his daydream. “we have no idea when maintenance’ll show up.”

he blinks slowly, nodding as he acknowledges your words. it’s almost a damn miracle they hadn’t shown up while satoru was fucking you, but now that the lust had faded away, you almost felt ashamed of yourself.

“yeah just— gimme a second.” he breathes to himself, silently wishing he’d been able to bask in the aftercare with you a little longer. he guesses he should’ve known better than to expect such in an elevator of all places.

you remain quiet and he hates it. did you regret it already? is he back to square one with you?

you bite your lip, “goj— satoru.”

he perks his head up and you swear you see his ears wiggle as if he were a dog. his eyes shimmer with hope and you don’t think he’s ever looked this pretty before, “what’s up?”

“i’m gonna need my panties back, you know.” you nod your head towards his pocket where your lace undergarments were stuffed. “they were my favorite.”

“what a shame, guess you’ll have to grab it another day.” he sighs dramatically, feigning despair. giggling, you feel his fingers drum at your bare waist, “say, maybe friday night around 7pm at your place?”

“guess i have no other choice, do i?” you sigh just as dramatically, pulling him closer by the collar of his wrinkly white button down. he grins so widely your cheeks hurt for him, or maybe they hurt for yourself as you reflected his grin.

“i don’t make the rules baby.”

this was definitely rushed but leave me alone 🖐🏾.

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xxsabitoxx · 9 months

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Fushiguro Megumi hates it when you get injured.

Something about it, no matter how big or small the injury is, just gets under his skin and pisses him off. Which comes off has him being mad at you, unfortunately. It’s not his intention, fuck no, he’s just so upset it happened in the first place.

It’s not till you get injured bad that you realize he’s not mad at you, rather, he’s mad at himself. There is a lingering guilt in Megumi’s eyes when you get hurt, as if he failed you.

“You know this isn’t your fault, right?” You had questioned late one night, laying in an infirmary bed with an IV in your arm because Shoko’s technique and the curse’s attack were not working well together. Meaning you were on strict bed rest until you were fully healed. Megumi hated that too, of course.

He didn’t answer, instead he flipped the page of his book with pursed lips. “I’m talking to you, Meg. It’s rude to ignore.” That got to him, closing his book slowly as he dragged his eyes up the bed to look at you. “You know this isn’t your fault, right?”

You repeated your previous statement, knowing he heard you the first time but he wouldn’t answer unless you asked again. “Yeah.” His tone was low, not convincing whatever. “Liar.” You shot back, moving your arm to rub your tired eyes.

Megumi watched the tube move with you, the dark liquid slowly dripping from the bag down the line and into your veins. “I’m not lying.” He nearly spat, anger bubbling in his gut at the sight of the retched medical machinery you were hooked too.

You sighed, “I’m sorry for getting hurt. I know it’s frustrating and all but li-“ but Megumi was cutting you off with a near incredulous look. “What?” Was all he said, leaving you to blink at him as you tried to wrap your head around his confusion.

“Y-you’re mad cause I’m careless, right? Because I keep weighing you down by getting myself injured?” You stated this as if it were factual, watching Megumi’s face morph into one of genuine bewilderment and mild offense.

“No?! What the fuck makes you think that?!”

"Because... you don't talk to me for like three days after the fact?" Megumi couldn't exactly fight you on that. The more he thought about it, the more he realized it really did come off that way. "I...shit no that's not..." he tossed his book on your bed, hands coming up to rub his face as he tried to collect his thoughts.

"I'm not mad at you. I've never once been mad at you for getting injured. I just..." he sighed, turning to look at you now "...I just get frustrated with myself. I don't like seeing you hurt, it makes me feel like I didn't do enough. Then, I sit here promising myself to do better for you the next time we go out on a mission together, and then we end up right back here. With you in a hospital bed."

Megumi's face had turned a shade of pink. He always felt fidgety having these kinds of conversations. Especially with you, especially about his feelings. "Oh..." you started, mulling over his words carefully before sighing. "You can't beat yourself up over this stuff, Megumi. It's my life and my choice to be a sorcerer. Getting hurt is part of the job." You watched him shift in his chair.

"I know it's part of the job. I just don't like seeing you get hurt. Especially when I'm supposed to be supporting you. We're supposed to look out for each other on these missions and I keep failing you." Megumi's eyes darted anywhere around the room, hands folding neatly as he tried not to seem nervous.

"Megumi." You stated it bluntly, praying he'd look up. He did, of course, he did. For some reason, he couldn't deny you when you said his name like that. "C'mere." you whispered, motioning him to sit on the edge of your bed. He listened, getting up to move the small distance and trying his best to keep you stable as the bed dipped.

"You can't go on with your life quietly beating yourself up for things that are out of your control... and mine for that matter." Your hand carefully reaches up to touch his cheek, smiling at the warmth burning under your fingertips. Megumi looks at you, head-turning reluctantly. "I love you too much to let you feel guilty."

Quiet. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The look on Megumi's face was utterly priceless. Pure disbelief. No way he heard you correctly. His tired mind and sore back must be playing tricks on him. "You... what?" He croaked, brows furrowing in denial. You smile, huffing out a laugh. "I said I love you, Megumi."

He wasn't sure how to act in that moment. Every word he could think of was fizzling out before it could reach his mouth. Instead of killing himself trying to respond verbally, Megumi did the only thing he could think of. A surprised squeak left you as his lips pressed against yours, hands shaking as they gingerly cupped your cheeks.

The kiss itself lasted maybe twenty seconds, leaving you a little breathless from being unprepared as he pulled away. "I... guess that means you love me too?" you teased him, a grin on your face. Softly, Megumi huffed out a laugh before responding.

"Yeah, it means I love you too."

Started this a few days ago and didn’t even realize it was Megumi’s birthday today! So, happy birthday, Meg :)

Hope you enjoyed! - May

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verstappensrealwife · 1 month

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Casual (Part 2 of 2) - Max Verstappen x Reader

fluff, angst, smut

approx. 3200 words

warnings: ex!fwb!lando x reader (Part1), Austria GP '24, crash into lando, small smut at the end.

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PART ONE HERE

Previously…

“Maxverstappen1 has requested to follow you.” “Maxverstappen1 has requested to message you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Max, with his quiet confidence and genuine smiles, was a stark contrast to Lando’s fleeting attentions. You thought back to the brief conversations in stores, the way Max's eyes seemed to hold a depth of understanding, a kindness that Lando never showed. He had always treated you with respect, even in those short interactions, and now he was reaching out.

Curiosity and a spark of something you hadn’t felt in a long time—hope—bubbled up inside you. You hesitated for only a moment before accepting his follow request and opening his message.

“Hey, I hope you’re doing well. I was wondering if you’d like to grab a coffee sometime?”

The simplicity and sincerity of his message were refreshing. Max wasn’t playing games; he wasn’t hiding you or keeping you at arm’s length. As you read his words, you realized how much you craved that kind of straightforward, genuine connection.

In that moment, you knew you’d rather be with someone like Max—someone who saw you as more than just a fleeting distraction. You typed out a response, feeling a sense of anticipation and relief wash over you.

“Hi Max, I’d love to. When are you free?”

...

You continued to ignore Lando for a week before your date with Max.

Was it a date? You weren’t exactly sure.

Max looked incredibly handsome sitting across from you in the cozy corner of a cafe in Monaco. Outside, the rain poured down, casting the sky in a grey and gloomy shroud, while the warm lighting inside gave him a soft, inviting glow. You sipped from the mug in your hands, savoring the comforting warmth as you stole glances at him.

The cafe was a charming little place, filled with the comforting aromas of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries. The walls were adorned with vintage art and photographs of Monaco’s picturesque coastline, while soft jazz played in the background, mingling with the quiet murmur of other patrons. The rain outside added a rhythmic percussion, making the inside feel even more like a warm, intimate refuge from the world.

Max's eyes, a striking shade of blue, seemed to reflect the dim light, making them look almost ethereal. You couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers drummed nervously against the table, a small but endearing gesture that made your heart flutter.

“So, uhm, does your boyfriend know we’re here?” Max asked, breaking the silence. You almost choked on your drink at his question, frowning in confusion.

“B-boyfriend?” you repeated, setting the mug down and staring into his eyes.

He shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. God, you were pretty. “Lando? Is he not your boyfriend?”

You shook your head quickly, almost too quickly. Max hummed thoughtfully, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Is that a good thing?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

“Well, I’m glad, so I suppose it is,” he replied, his smile widening slightly.

“Oh, so you asked out a woman you believed was taken, Max?” you teased, a laugh escaping your lips.

Max chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I guess I just couldn’t resist,” he said, his voice low and sincere. The sound of the rain pattering against the windows created a soothing backdrop to your conversation, the world outside forgotten as you both basked in the warm glow of the moment.

Conversation flowed effortlessly between the two of you, each word drawing you closer. Max listened intently as you spoke, his eyes never leaving your face, and when it was his turn, his stories and laughter held you spellbound. Time seemed to slip away unnoticed in the warm, inviting glow of the café.

By the end of the evening, around 5 pm, the rain had eased to a gentle drizzle, casting a magical shimmer on the streets. Max walked you back to your house, the quiet of the evening amplifying the lingering tension between you. The city felt almost enchanted in the soft twilight, the air fresh and clean after the rain.

When you reached your door, you turned to face him, your cheeks tinged with a soft blush. “Thanks for, uhm, walking me home,” you said sincerely, your eyes meeting his.

Max nodded, waving off your thanks as if it was nothing. “It’s fine. It’s on the way to my apartment anyway,” he said. You knew it was a lie—his apartment was in the complete opposite direction—but you didn’t call him out on it, appreciating the gesture. “This was nice…” he added, clearly reluctant to let the evening end and searching for a way to extend the moment.

“Yeah, it was,” you agreed, your lips curving into a grin. “We should do it again?” Your voice lifted at the end, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Yes! Ahem—yeah, totally,” he coughed, a flush creeping up his neck. “Sorry—erm—you could come to a race… if you’d want that—obviously no pressure but—”

“I’d love to,” you interrupted, placing your hand on his chest to stop his nervous rambling. The feel of his firm, muscular chest beneath your fingers sent a thrill through you. “Just text me any details, and I’ll be there.”

He nodded hurriedly, his excitement barely contained. “Of course, I’ll send you everything. The next race is in Austria,” he managed to say, his words tumbling over each other.

“See you later, Max,” you said, leaning in to kiss his cheek gently. His skin was warm under your lips, and he immediately went bright red, his flustered expression making you smirk. “Text me,” you repeated softly.

With one last smile, you turned and disappeared into your apartment building, leaving Max standing there, staring at the spot where you had been. His cheek tingled from where your lips had touched, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how he wanted that feeling every day, forever, with you. As he walked back to his apartment, his mind raced with thoughts of you, replaying every moment of the evening and imagining the possibilities of what could come next.

— AUSTRIA, RED BULL RING. SUNDAY, 30 JUNE 2024.

Race day had finally arrived. You’d just gotten to the paddock that morning, the familiar roar of engines and the scent of burning rubber filling the air. It felt strange being back, especially without someone rushing you away from prying eyes, trying to hide the fact you were there with Lando. This time, you walked freely down the pit lane, no longer shadowed by secrecy.

You caught a glimpse of the back of Max’s head up ahead, his distinct figure standing out among the flurry of activity. But before you could call out to him, you heard your name being shouted from behind. Startled, you spun around to see Lando jogging toward you, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“You got my texts?” Lando asked, slightly breathless as he stopped in front of you. “I thought you wouldn’t come, but… anyway, do you wanna go away from here? Talk?”

For a moment, you just stared at him, processing the unexpected encounter. No, you didn’t have feelings for him anymore, but seeing him again like this, especially in such a familiar setting, was still a bit of a shock. His presence stirred memories you thought you’d left behind.

“I—uhm,” you stuttered, searching for the right words to tell him to leave you alone, to fuck off, really, but the words tangled on your tongue. “Well—”

“Come on,” Lando urged, his voice softer, almost pleading, as he took a step closer. His hand reached out, as if to gently guide you by the arm, but you instinctively flinched backward, the movement sharp and defensive.

“Y/N?” Lando frowned, confusion clouding his features. He dropped his hand, the space between you suddenly feeling like a chasm. The familiarity in his tone, the way he said your name—it tugged at something inside you, but it wasn’t enough to erase the hurt or the reasons you were no longer together.

“I’m not here with you, Lando…” you say quietly, trying to keep your voice steady. “I was invited by someone else.”

“Someone else?” he stutters, his expression flickering with disbelief. “You… who?”

Before you can answer, Lando’s eyes shift behind you, catching sight of Max Verstappen approaching with purposeful strides. The realization seems to dawn on him just as Max reaches you, his hand naturally resting on your shoulder as if it belonged there.

“When did you get here?” Max asks, his tone warm and completely ignoring Lando’s presence. It’s not malicious, but his focus is entirely on you, making Lando seem like an afterthought.

“About three hours ago,” you reply with a smile, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you.

“I could’ve picked you up,” Max offers, his concern genuine, though you quickly wave him off.

“Don’t be silly,” you say lightly before turning to Lando, who is still staring at the two of you, visibly confused and almost… jealous. “Yeah—Lando—Max sort of invited me.”

Lando’s brows knit together, his confusion deepening. “What—huh—sorry, what?” he stammers. “When did you two get so close?” His eyes dart between you and Max, searching for answers he can’t seem to find.

You shrug, trying to keep your tone casual. “Erm, like a month or so ago…”

The connection clicks in Lando’s mind—the timeline of when you stopped speaking to him and when you started getting close to Max. The realization seems to sting, his lips pressing into a thin line as he hums in acknowledgment before shaking his head and walking away without another word.

“That was… weird,” Max mutters, watching Lando’s retreating figure for a moment before his attention snaps back to you. He quickly changes the subject, eager to make you feel at ease. “Come on, let me show you the garage. It’s the best place to watch the race.”

“The garage?” you ask, confused by his offer.

Max frowns slightly, equally perplexed. “Where else would you watch it from?”

“I—well, usually in the drivers’ room,” you admit with a sigh, memories of hidden moments flashing through your mind.

Max scoffs, clearly unimpressed. “Of course, he would do that,” he mumbles under his breath, before focusing on you again. “I mean, you can if you want to, but here is fine by me. You’ll be right in the heart of everything.”

You nod, silently agreeing to watch the race from the garage, knowing full well that all the cameras would catch you there, recording every move and fueling speculation about who you were. But this time, you didn’t mind. Max’s presence beside you made you feel secure, as if you belonged right there in the spotlight with him.

After the race, the atmosphere in the paddock was tense, the energy electric with the aftermath of Max’s crash into Lando. Lando made it painfully clear how furious he was, his frustration palpable in every gesture and word. Max, on the other hand, seemed remarkably unfazed by the whole ordeal. He’d still managed to finish in the points and, in his mind, had taken a small victory by ruining Lando’s race in the process. For Max, it was a win-win.

As the crowd buzzed with post-race excitement, Max spotted you standing by the edge of the garage, waiting for him. Despite the chaos around him, seeing you brought a smile to his face. He didn’t have much time before he had to face a swarm of interviewers, but he made a beeline for you, nudging your arm gently to grab your attention.

“Hey,” he said, his voice soft but laced with satisfaction.

“Oh—hey!” You turned, grinning up at him. “P5 is good,” you said, your eyes sparkling with pride for him.

“Maybe for Lando’s standards,” Max jabbed jokingly, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You laughed, the sound light and infectious, easing some of the tension that still hung in the air. “You’re terrible,” you teased, shaking your head, but the warmth in your voice made it clear you didn’t mean it.

Max chuckled, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he replied, his tone playful. The way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat, and for a second, the noise of the paddock faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble.

He glanced over his shoulder at the waiting throng of journalists, his smile dimming slightly. “I’ve got to go handle those vultures,” he sighed, nodding toward the waiting press. “But I’ll find you after?”

You nodded, your heart swelling with anticipation. “I’ll be here.”

“Good,” he said, giving your arm one last, gentle squeeze before turning to walk away. As he headed toward the media, you watched him go, feeling a mix of pride and excitement. Even after everything that had happened on the track, Max was still the same—unflappable, confident, and now, undeniably connected to you in a way that felt both thrilling and right.

After the whirlwind of interviews, Max finally managed to break away from the paddock's relentless pace. The sun had set by the time he made his way back to his hotel, the darkening sky mirroring the calm that was beginning to settle over him. His thoughts, however, weren’t on the race or the questions he had just faced—they were on you.

When he entered his hotel room, it was quiet and dimly lit, a stark contrast to the loud, chaotic energy of the racetrack. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he closed the door behind him. He had texted you on his way back, a simple message asking if you’d come over. Now, as he stood in the middle of the room, his nerves started to creep in. There was something different about tonight, something he couldn’t quite put into words, but it was there, lingering in the air.

The knock at the door came just as he was running a hand through his hair, trying to settle his thoughts. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, opening the door to find you standing there, a soft smile on your face. You were a sight for sore eyes, the tension he’d been holding onto dissipating at the mere sight of you.

“Hi,” he greeted, stepping aside to let you in.

“Hey,” you replied, slipping past him into the room. You glanced around, taking in the minimalist decor and the soft, ambient light that bathed the space in a warm glow. “Nice place,” you commented lightly, but your eyes soon found his, and the room seemed to shrink around you.

Max didn’t respond immediately; instead, he just watched you, his gaze intense and unwavering. It was like he was seeing you for the first time all over again, but this time, with the clarity of everything that had happened today. Finally, he took a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch was light, almost hesitant, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said softly, his voice low and sincere.

You looked up at him, your heart beating a little faster. “Me too,” you admitted, the words coming out as barely more than a whisper.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the air thick with unspoken tension. Then, as if some invisible line had been crossed, Max leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a tentative kiss. It was slow, unhurried, as if he was savoring the moment, the taste of you, the feel of you against him. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm on your skin.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he confessed, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer.

You smiled against his lips, your hands sliding up to rest on his chest. “So have I,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly with the weight of the admission.

Max’s response was a low, rumbling laugh that you felt more than heard. He kissed you again, this time with more urgency, the restraint from earlier slipping away. His hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you. The kiss deepened, becoming a desperate, hungry exchange that left you both breathless.

Without breaking the kiss, Max began to guide you toward the bed, his movements careful but insistent. When the backs of your legs hit the edge of the mattress, he paused, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. There was a question in his gaze, a silent request for permission, for reassurance that this was what you wanted too.

You answered him by tugging him down onto the bed with you, your lips crashing back into his as you both fell into the soft sheets. Max let out a soft groan as he followed your lead, his hands finding your hips as he pressed against you. The world outside the room faded away, leaving just the two of you, lost in each other.

Time seemed to blur as clothes were discarded and soft whispers filled the room. Max’s touch was reverent, his kisses trailing down your body, worshipping every inch of you. There was an urgency in the way he held you, a need that had been building up ever since that first kiss in the paddock.

When he finally moved to join your bodies together, he did so with a slow, deliberate push that left you both gasping for breath. His name slipped from your lips in a soft moan, a sound that drove him wild. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he began to move, each thrust deep and measured.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, his voice strained with the effort to keep himself in check. “You feel… incredible.”

Your hands found his hair, tugging gently as you arched into him, meeting his movements with equal fervor. The tension that had been building between you all day finally reached its breaking point, and with one final, desperate thrust, you both finished together, your cries mingling in the stillness of the room.

Afterward, as you both lay tangled in the sheets, your bodies slick with sweat, Max pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as if he never wanted to let go. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Stay with me tonight,” he murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion but laced with a quiet plea.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. “I wasn’t planning on leaving,” you replied softly, earning a tired but contented smile from him.

Max kissed the top of your head, his grip on you tightening just a fraction. “Good,” he whispered, his eyes drifting closed. “I don’t want this to end.”

As you lay there in the quiet of the night, wrapped in his arms, you couldn’t help but feel the same. Whatever this was between you and Max, it felt right, like something that had been a long time coming.

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reidmarieprentiss · 26 days

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Bedroom Eyes

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: suggestive content (?)

Word count: 463

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As the early morning sun peeked through the blinds of the breakroom, you poured yourself a much-needed cup of coffee, feeling the warmth spread through your hands. Spencer was already there, his own mug steaming gently as he leaned against the counter.

“No, I love Derek, you know I love him,” you sighed, stirring your coffee absent-mindedly. “I just really hope this is the real deal, you know? Vanessa seems so good for him. She brings out a side of him that’s... well, it's just different.”

Spencer nodded, understanding your concern. He took a cautious sip of his coffee, his eyes thoughtful. “Yeah, Derek deserves someone who truly appreciates him. Vanessa might just be that person.”

Just as you were about to agree, Spencer’s expression shifted. His eyes darted toward the door, and he subtly started to blow on his coffee more fervently than necessary—a clear signal he was trying to divert your attention. You caught on a beat too late, tilting your head in confusion at his sudden intense gaze.

“Why are you giving me bedroom eyes right now? We’re at work, Spencer, and I’m talking!” you exclaimed, half-amused and half-perplexed.

Before Spencer could clarify his intentions, Derek’s laughter boomed from the doorway. “That’s the face Pretty Boy makes in bed?” he chuckled, striding into the room with a grin plastered across his face. Spencer nearly choked on his coffee, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink.

"Definitely not, Derek," Spencer managed, his voice edged with a hint of embarrassment as he quickly glanced towards you, attempting to telegraph an apology through his expressive eyes. His discomfort was palpable, and despite the light-hearted mood, he seemed genuinely flustered by the teasing.

Derek clapped Spencer on the shoulder, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Don’t scare her with that intense profiler stare, Reid. Save that for the bad guys, not our morning coffee chats.”

You laughed, shaking your head at Derek’s unrelenting ability to lighten the mood. “Honestly, between your jokes and Spencer’s cryptic glances, I wonder how I manage to drink my coffee peacefully any day.”

Spencer, finally recovering, managed a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I just saw Derek approaching and thought I should... warn you,” he admitted.

Derek raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Warn her or save her from your ‘intense’ company?” he teased, making air quotes.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you sipped your coffee. “I can handle myself, thank you very much. But let’s all agree that Vanessa is great for you, Derek, and leave Spencer’s bedroom expressions out of this.”

Derek laughed heartily, nodding in agreement. “Fair enough! Vanessa is amazing, and I’m lucky to have her. As for you, Reid,” he glanced back at Spencer with a mock stern look, “keep those bedroom eyes on lockdown.”

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PAIRING: brothers bsf! sunghoon x f!reader

WARNINGS: talks of revenge

AUTHORS NOTE: a little short chap but it ends on a little cliffhanger to get you all excited for 17🤗

Under the dappled shade of ancient trees, the gentle murmur of conversation blended with the rustling leaves and distant bird calls. You sat among friends, the air filled with the scent of pine and the earthy promise of an impending rain. It was a scene stolen from a painting, where time seemed to slow and the world outside this circle of companionship faded to a mere whisper.

Ningning's voice, warm and inviting, cut through the calm. "So how did everyone here meet?" Her smile was like the sun breaking through clouds, and all eyes turned to you.

You hesitated for a brief moment, the memories flooding back. "U-um, Heeseung pretty much introduced me to everyone here except those three over there," you said, pointing to Niki, Sunoo, and Jungwon. The names felt like a roll call of your shared pasts.

"Aww, so you and Heeseung are close?" Ningning prodded, her curiosity painting her words with genuine interest.

"Yeah, I mean, I never got the sister I wanted, so I had to settle for him," you joked, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "And it's kinda hard not to get close with everyone with him throwing parties every other weekend." You shared a laugh with Ningning, the sound mingling with the symphony of nature around you.

The laughter faded into a comfortable silence, a brief interlude before Ningning's voice once again filled the space. "Can I ask you guys a question?"

"Yeah," came the chorus of replies, a harmony of openness and anticipation.

"Is Sunghoon seeing anyone else? He's so distant, and it feels like he only wants me around when something's on his mind," Ningning confessed, her words laced with a vulnerability that tugged at your heart.

You felt a jolt, a shock that rippled across your face, but it was Saerom who noticed, interpreting your expression as a cue to speak. "I wouldn't worry, he's a frat boy and doesn't know anything about being in a relationship, if that's what this is, of course," Saerom said, her tone dismissive yet not unkind.

"At first, I thought it was just sex, but when he invited me here, it felt like there was something more?" Ningning pondered aloud, her confusion mirroring your own.

The weight of the conversation pressed down on you, and without a small “excuse me”, you stood up, making your way inside.

the heaviness of Ningning's words clinged to you like a second skin. The kitchen was a sanctuary, a place of solace away from the tangled web of emotions outside. As you entered, the coolness of the room enveloped you, a stark contrast to the warmth of the gathering.

The clink of dishes and the soft hum of the refrigerator were your only companions as you began to busy yourself with a glass of water. The tap ran cold and clear, the sound soothing in its monotony. The water danced over your hands, downing it in one go, washing away the residue of the conversation.

Lost in thought, you didn't hear Sunghoon enter, his presence a silent shadow until he was beside you. "you ok?," he said, his voice a soft intrusion.

You jumped slightly, the surprise etching itself onto your face. "i’m fine, " you said, your heart still racing from the unexpected company.

You turn away from the comfort of the kitchen, the sanctuary it provided now feeling too small, too intimate. With a deep breath, you move past Sunghoon, the space between you charged with an energy you dare not acknowledge. Your shoulders nearly brush, a whisper of contact that sends a shiver down your spine. You keep your gaze firmly ahead, the stairs to your room calling you to the safety of solitude.

Sunghoon sighs, the sound heavy with things left unsaid, his eyes lingering on the space you just vacated. He stands motionless, lost in whatever thoughts are swirling through his mind, the moment stretching out like a thread pulled too tight.

It's Jake's voice that snaps him back to reality, a touch of annoyance lacing his words, "Dude, can you move out the way?" Sunghoon quickly moves to set everything on the counter, mind still fogged with the interaction you just had.

everyone one is outside mingling, awaiting the feast they’re about to have when you hear a gentle knock on the door, followed by the soft creak of hinges as your met with saerom, her presence a soothing balm to the tumultuous emotions swirling within you. She sits beside you on the bed, her voice a tender whisper, "I'm sorry you had to hear about ningning and Sunghoon's whole ordeal."

You draw in a shaky breath, the confusion within you cresting like a wave. "I don't understand why I'm feeling this way," you confess, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Every time I see Sunghoon, it's like I'm instantly brought back to that night we shared—the way he made me feel." You pause, the memory vivid, searing. "It was unlike anything I've ever felt before."

Saerom listens, her eyes filled with empathy as she takes your hand in hers. "Seeing him so cozy and openly with another girl is hard," you continue, the admission a whisper of vulnerability, "and I can't quite grasp why." The room is filled with your shared silence, a testament to the complexity of the human heart.

Got it, let's go with that plot twist. Saerom, with a knowing glint in her eye, leans back against the headboard, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Sunghoon can be such an idiot sometimes. He's just an inconsiderate jerk, you know?"

You can't help but let out a small laugh, the tension in your chest easing slightly. "Yeah, you're right," you agree, feeling a sense of solidarity in Saerom's blunt assessment.

With a playful smirk, Saerom suddenly sits up straighter, an idea sparking in her eyes. "What if you invited a guy friend over? Just to be petty and show Sunghoon that he's also easy to forget," she suggests, the corners of her lips tugging upward in a mischievous smile.

Even though you know it's not really the case, the idea of turning the tables on Sunghoon, if only to make a point, has its appeal. The plot thickens as you consider Saerom's suggestion, the wheels of your intricate story turning.

With a deep breath, you muster up a smile, not allowing the previous tension to cast a shadow over the rest of the evening. As you follow Saerom down the stairs and outside, the savory aroma of the food the guys prepared wafts through the air, a gentle reminder of the warmth and camaraderie that fills the air.

The laughter and chatter of your friends greet you as you reenter the backyard, the heart of the home, where memories are often made. You glance around at the faces you adore the most, a sense of gratitude washing over you. Sunghoon is there too, and for a moment, you lock eyes, a silent acknowledgment passing between you before you both focus on the feast before you.

The table is a colorful display of everyone's efforts, a mix of dishes that somehow come together to form a perfect ensemble. You take your seat, the laughter and stories flowing as freely as the drinks, each bite of the lovingly prepared food grounding you back to the present, to the joy of shared experiences and the unspoken bonds that tie you all together.

Tonight, you decide, is about the memories, the laughter, and the love that surrounds you. The complications of the heart can wait for another day. For now, there's joy to be found in the simple act of enjoying a meal with the people who mean the most.

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Goddess Wink ⭑˚💘⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

Ever since your Quirk first manifested, you’ve been the apple of everyone’s eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will?

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You were four years old when it happened.

As far back as you could remember, you’d lived in an orphanage. You’d never met your real parents, nor did it seem like they had any intention of coming to get you, just based on how your caretakers would act. They tried to convince you that your parents must have had their reasons; that they might not have been in the right place to take care of you, but it served as little reassurance. You felt unwanted, unloved. You wondered what you could have possibly done that your own parents wouldn’t want to be with you—why all of these children were missing their families. You didn’t understand, but it felt unfair. For whatever reason, you were undesirable. At least, that’s the way you felt.

On a rather uneventful day, you were out on the playground with some of the other kids from the orphanage. They were all playing together, but you were off by the sandpit on your own, fiddling with the outfit on your doll. At some point a cluster of them had broken off, and one of the boys came right up to you, grinned, and snatched the doll straight out of your hands.

You frowned at him. “Give it back.”

“Nuh uh,” he jeered. “You’re always so boring, [Name]. You never play with the rest of us.”

“I’m not in the mood to play right now. Can you please give me my doll back?”

“What’s so fun about these dolls anyways?” The boy squinted at the toy in his hands, and without wasting a beat, popped one of the doll’s legs clean off. “Whoa!” he cried out. “They break so easily!”

You felt like you should be bursting into tears, but oddly enough, the tears didn’t come. You were eerily composed, a sense of calm washing over you. Something was telling you there was no reason to get worked up. You felt your chest growing warm, and your eyes began to glow a faint, pink shade. You stepped up to the boy and grabbed him by the wrist.

“You ruined my doll,” you said. “Apologize.”

“Huh—?” He stared back at you, dubious, and something akin to realization overtook his expression. He began to grow red in the cheeks, his breaths became irregular, and he swayed unsteadily on his own two feet. The boy stared down at the doll and its now missing leg in shock, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. “I-I’m so sorry!” he spluttered. “I didn’t mean to… [Name]. I’m really, really sorry!”

You’d never seen the boy act like this before. He was always up to some sort of mischief, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to go around teasing the other girls. You glanced down to where your fingers were laced around his wrist. You tightened your grip, watching the way his blush only deepened.

“I want a new doll,” you told him.

“Of course! I’m so sorry… I’ll tell the supervisors what happened and get you a new one right away, I promise!”

Even his accomplices seemed to be confused. “Dude, why are you apologizing to her? She thinks she’s so much better than everyone else!”

“She thinks she’s too good to play with the rest of us!”

You pulled away from the first boy and stared at the other two. Still hesitant, you reached over and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. You felt something rushing or pulsing through your body. The air felt like it tasted richer, sweeter. And this time you were sure of it—the moment your hand made contact with their bodies, each of the boys grew red in the face and started rocking on their feet as if they were drunk.

“Apologize,” you ordered again.

“We’re sorry, [Name]!”

“So sorry…”

You took a step back and marveled at what had just happened. All three of them were staring at you with flushed, puffy cheeks, as if they were awaiting your next command. Your small limbs were practically oozing with power. You were sure that this must have been what everyone was always talking about—the birth of your Quirk.

“You guys can leave me alone now,” you said, crouching back down inside the sandpit. “Please make sure I get a new doll and tell the supervisors that you were the reason it broke in the first place.”

They nodded their heads furiously, already rushing over to confess their wrongdoings. You hugged your knees to your chest and inhaled shakily. You didn’t know exactly what kind of power it was, but the feeling of others being so helpless before you… it was oddly exhilarating.

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You explained to the caretakers the gist of what had happened, and they began speculating as to what type of power you had. It was worth noting that while some became more interested in you as a result of your newly-developed Quirk, others were a bit more apprehensive after finding out what had happened to the three boys. The teachers and caretakers instructed you not to use your Quirk on others needlessly, since you presumably had a power that could control people.

Of course, you didn’t listen.

The next couple of weeks cleared up some questions you had about your Quirk. To be more exact, you weren't consciously using it. It was a difficult power to control, and you would find that it activated on its own without your awareness. It became evident that your Quirk didn’t simply enable you to control others; there were other aspects to it that you were struggling to grasp. You were too young and naive to make sense of it all, but the one thing that was seemingly apparent was that your powers relied on attracting others to you.

You’d been rather quiet and reserved for the majority of your stay at the orphanage, but now the others flocked to you like birds. The boys especially seemed most susceptible to your powers. They would follow you around for near hours at a time, even going so far as to give you presents that you hadn’t even asked for. On some occasions, the caretakers themselves would tilt their heads and smile, saying what a “cute, charming girl” you were, before letting you get away with things that normally wouldn’t have been allowed.

At first, you thought you liked your Quirk. You were getting more attention than you ever had, and for the first time, you felt loved and desired. You thought that maybe if you’d been born with this power, your parents might not have abandoned you. All of the boys in the orphanage loved you, all of the girls wanted to be your friends, and they would each go to any lengths to make you happy. You could get anything you wanted. Truly, it was the best possible Quirk.

But this too, was a fleeting feeling. Before long, the attention became overbearing. You could never get away from it all, from the looks of desire and adoration. The friendships you’d developed with the children started to feel less genuine and more fabricated. You felt like they weren’t really your friends; that your power was just forcing them to be. These ugly thoughts started to pile on more and more, to the point that you began to resent your Quirk. You couldn’t control the power leaving your body, and it felt as if you were living life trying to navigate through a misty pink haze.

Several months passed, and a visitor came to the orphanage.

“I’ve come to take you in, [Name].”

It was a man with pin-straight black hair and striking red eyes. He introduced himself as Mikael, and declared that he’d already filled out all the required paperwork to adopt you. The orphan children began to cry, lamenting the fact that you would be leaving them. You were both relieved and anxious. Even if you couldn’t control your powers, here, at least, you could rest easy knowing that everyone adored you. You’d spent all of your life in the orphanage, and you were a little afraid to leave.

This guy will probably listen to anything I say anyways…

Mikael held you by the hand and led you outside once you’d bid farewell to everyone. He looked down at you, eyes gleaming, a faint smile ghosting across his lips. “I think you’ll find that your Quirk will have no effect on me, descendant of Aphrodite.”

“Aphrodite?”

You stared up at him, confused. He didn’t answer your question and instead chuckled to himself.

“Not to worry. I will teach you how to control your Quirk in due time. You’ve been blessed with a gift, young one. A beautiful power capable of touching the hearts of many.”

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Finally wrote part ii to pinky promise. Took forever but I’ll have to split it into three parts. Mehhhh

Yandere Short Stories: Pinky Promise II

Yandere Lesbian x Afab Reader x Yandere Genderfluid Noble

Pink Promises (1)

(Your name) nervously fiddled with the skirts of her dress. Her eyes flit over to Cressida, who greeted each of her esteemed guests with soft, fake smiles. It was strange to see the blonde so stiff.

“This is my closest friend, Lady (your name).” Cressida introduced (your name) to the noble ladies. Her blue eyes admired (your name) who looked so beautiful all dolled up. Cressida wondered if (your name) would want to look like this nearly everyday… Cressida simply wanted to spoil (your name) until the day she took her last breath.

The salon went by swimmingly, there wasn’t anything the women really talked about other than gossip. (Your name) remained silent for the entire evening as she sat beside Cressida. The blonde snuck glances at (your name) here and there, unsure if she should make a move.

And that’s when Cressida grabbed (your name)’s hand in hers from under the table. Her pale thumb ran over the soft skin of (your name)’s knuckles to soothe her. Cressida now had a genuine smile on her face, her thick golden lashes fluttered at (your name). Her cerulean eyes filled with emotion.

The ladies of the party noticed the look Cressida gave (your name) in confusion. Cressida has never looked at anyone like that or has even given anyone her undivided attention. But rather than finding the look cute, the noblewomen were unnerved. Cressida looked obsessed with (your name) and they felt awful for the poor young woman.

Cressida’s temper was known all over the land. And heaven have mercy if (your name) were to fall from Cressida’s graces. The poor girl would probably end up with the other hanged heads on her rumored walls.

“You seem awfully close with each other.” One of the ladies quietly brought up, which made Cressida beam.

“Yes. (Your name) is my best friend. I’m so happy to have her in my life.” Cressida gave (your name)‘s hand a squeeze. A blush now on her face. “I’m so lucky to have found her… I was so lonely for a long time.”

The ladies furrowed their brows in confusion. Lonely? Cressida was the most popular socialite despite her ill manners due to her doll like beauty. People flocked to her like flies to honey. Yet this was the first time Cressida has ever flocked to someone. And call someone so informally.

(Your name) gave a stiff smile to everyone. She was nervous now that she was put on the spot like this. She didn’t know what to say or what to do… luckily, Cressida did all of the talking.

“I’m happy you ladies have been so kind to her. It means a lot to me.” The noblewomen all gave smiles, it seemed they had been trying to get into Cressida’s good graces for awhile now. Just how powerful was Cressida?

(Your name) nodded her head and cast her gaze to the floor. Even though she was now being swarmed with compliments, she felt so out of place…

She had left this noble life behind and she had no interest in being a part of it again.

“Did you like the salon, (your name)?” Cressida asked with stars in her eyes. She wanted to know if (your name) loved wearing pretty dresses and drinking foreign teas. Were the macarons to her liking? Cressida hoped so. She’d go all out next time if (your name) wasn’t satisfied. Cressida merely wanted to give her future wife the best. “I picked out subtle sweet treats so the flavors weren’t too overwhelming and I wanted you to try one of my favorite teas.”

“I had a nice time, Cressida.” (Your name) smiled softly at the blonde. “But I just don’t think this life is for me-“

“Nonsense! I think you deserve to wear beautiful dresses and to enjoy nice treats everyday.” Cressida’s cheeks were a furious shade of cherry as she began to get worked up. Her blonde flyaways stuck straight up like a canary’s feathers. “Were they mean to you? I can personally talk to them-“

Cressida gasped when (your name) gently took her hands in hers. (Your name) smiled at Cressida with so much kindness, she swore she’d melt.

“I’m truly grateful for you being so considerate of me but I don’t really like large groups of people all that much.” (Your name) gave Cressida’s hands a squeeze. “I appreciate our friendship, Cressida. But you don’t have to do so much for me. I just enjoy spending time with you-“

Cressida suddenly pulled (your name) into a tight hug. The taller girl burying her face into (your name)’s shoulder. Her arms felt like the coils of an anaconda from their unyielding grip.

“I appreciate you! We can just spend time together with just the two of us then!” Cressida pulled away, a few tears of joy falling down her rosy cheeks. The cherry color made her porcelain skin even more doll like. “I love being with you.”

(Your name) gave Cressida a smile so bright, Cressida swore she was momentarily blinded. The blonde felt her heart flutter out of her chest and try to crawl into (your name)‘s.

“I love you…” Cressida muttered under her breath in a voice so soft, (your name) couldn’t hear her. “I love you so much.”

And this was only the beginning of Cressida’s lifelong obsession.

(Your name) didn’t come back until it was nearly dark out. Cressida had spent the entire day pampering her with meals and a large bouquet of roses. The sweet fragrance from the delicate flowers reminded (your name) of her blonde friend to a tee.

“Can we do this again soon? I’ll share that secret with you next time!” Cressida blushed, the blonde shyly glanced away. “I’d love to gift you more roses.”

“Thank you, Cressida. I’ll see you around.”

“Please don’t be scared to write to me! I’d love to hear from you more.”

Cressida helped (your name) out from the carriage. The two girls bid each other farewell before Cressida took off. Her cerulean eyes watched (your name) until the smaller girl was no longer in her line of sight from her carriage window.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Cressida chanted while her heart pounded against her rib cage. “And now I know you love me too.”

“What the hell are those?” Marisa glowered with jealousy at the bright red roses. That stupid porcelain doll bought (your name) those, didn’t she? Marisa couldn’t stand that noble wench. “Can you even eat them?”

“I mean, roses are edible but they’re a gift. I think I might put them in a vase- what are you doing?!” (Your name) could only gasp in horror when Marisa began to rip apart the roses with her sharp teeth like a hungry wolf.

The red head tore the flowers to shreds with her sharp canines in seconds. The redhead’s wild cinnamon eyes glanced up at (your name) as she swallowed down the last bits. Red petals stuck to her lips and parts of her cheeks from the absolute slaughter she committed against the flowers.

“There. It was much better as a meal than decor.” Marisa grumbled while she crossed her muscular arms over her chest. “Don’t take gifts from weirdos.”

“Cressida is my friend-“ Marisa closed the distance between them until she towered over (your name). Her large body trembled with overwhelming emotions. Why was (your name) defending that haunted porcelain doll? Did she… did (your name) love Cressida?

“Are you saying Cressida is as important to you as I am?” Marisa asked in a hushed tone. She had no idea why the thought of (your name) being with someone else, another woman, drove her insane. Marisa had the strongest desire to tear her flesh off herself at the thought of (your name) caring about someone as much as they care about her. It made her sick to her stomach.

“No, that’s not it at all!” (Your name) frowned at how panicked Marisa seemed to be. “You’re my most important person, Marisa.”

Marisa melted when (your name) pulled her into a hug. Her arms quickly wrapped around (your name) into a tight hug as her heart began to flutter. Yes… this felt so right. Being with (your name) felt so right. She wondered how (your name)’s lips would feel against hers…

They may have only been on the edge of eighteen, but Marisa knew it in her heart that she wanted to be (your name)‘s one and only for the rest of their days together on this planet.

“I hope you don’t get an upset stomach from eating so many flowers.” (Your name) used her thumbs to brush off some petals from Marisa’s face. “I still cannot believe you did that…”

“If it makes you feel any better, they tasted awful anyways.” The two shared a laugh as they held each other. (Your name) could never be mad at Marisa. Never.

“(Your name)?”

“Yes?” (Your name) looked up to look at Marisa who had a conflicted expression on her face.

“Swear to me you’ll never leave me- no. Pinky promise me that we’ll be together forever.” Marisa held out her pinky to (your name). “No matter what happens, we will be together.”

“Mari, we’re not children-“

“What’s the matter? Scared of a childish oath?” Marisa teased which made (your name) hook her pinky around Marisa’s. (Your name) chuckled and shook her head.

“Alright, alright. I pinky promise.”

“You’re going to be by my side until the day I die.” Marisa told (your name). “Because even in this lifetime, I could never get enough of you.”

“We’re going to be moving to the north.” Orik told the two women with a smile. “It’s time for a change in scenery and for Marisa to learn the way of the sword. We’ll be leaving in a week’s time.”

(Your name) frowned at Orik. “But isn’t the north dangerous? It’s a frozen wasteland.”

“I’ll be there to protect you of course.” Marisa teased (your name) with a bright grin. “I’ll be stronger and then I’ll truly be the knight to your princess.”

(Your name) gave Marisa a soft smile. She knew her childhood friend would never let anything happen to her, it’s been that way since they were children. It was just…

“I should tell Cressida I’m leaving-“

“Nonesense, you can send her a letter once we’re there.” Orik butted into the conversation with an awkward smile. The old wizard did not want that blonde haired menace to know of their whereabouts. There was something incredibly off about the marquesses. And Orik has never been wrong about his gut feelings. “Is that okay?”

(Your name) frowned but nodded her head at her teacher. She felt as if she was in the dark about this whole matter but she didn’t want to address the elephant in the room quite yet. She needed to figure out what Orik knew in private.

“I’ll help you pack.” Marisa offered with a giddy smile. They were about to start a new chapter together… maybe once Marisa became stronger, they could move in together?

(Your name) nodded her head and followed along. The young woman gave one last look to the door before she dipped around the bend.

Hopefully Cressida would understand…

Marisa wrapped another cloak around (your name) when she noticed the smaller girl shiver. A loving smile on her lips as she took (your name)‘s hands in hers.

“Your hands are so cold… want me to warm them up?” Marisa took (your name)‘s hands and pressed tender kisses all over the soft skin. A shudder left her scarred lips from the contact. This felt so right… Marisa was meant to kiss (your name)’s palms and fingers. She was meant to have the delicate digits in her mouth to suckle on. Marisa wanted to drag her tongue over every finger so she could taste how seeet (your name) was- what was that? What kind of demon possessed Marisa that made her mind wander to such obscene thoughts of her best friend?

“Mari?” (Your name) quirked a brow at her best friend in concern. Her friend has never kissed her hands like this before and she seemed so lost in thought. “Are you alright?”

Marisa shook her head and gave (your name) a reassuring smile. “I’m okay. I just had some thoughts on my mind was all.”

(Your name) gave Marisa a big smile. “You’ve been having a lot on your mind recently. I’m starting to believe you’re a scholar now since you’re so full of thoughts.”

The two shared a laugh before they fell into a comfortable silence. (Your name) rested her head on Marisa’s shoulder with a big smile, which made the red head’s face exploded with color. Marisa swore her heart leapt to the stars from the simple gesture. Her shoulder felt as if it was on fire. Marisa was being boiled alive with desire- desire?

Marisa felt her head swim with more thoughts of her friend. Her reactions felt natural and yet… would it be possible for two women to be together- together? What was wrong with her… Marisa shouldn’t think of such things. They were friends, nothing more… right?

(Your name) was none the wiser of Marisa’s muddled feelings for her nor was she aware of just how upset Cressida would be once she found out of her disappearance.

Cressida threw her vanity chair across the room with such force, it splintered into thousands of pieces. A loud scream escaped her chest as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Bits of silk and velvet from expensive dresses laid torn across her bedroom floor. Cressida’s body shifted in and out of her male and female form from how unstable she was.

“My lord, you must collect yourself-“ Gerald barely dodged a hand mirror that was chucked at his head. A sigh left his lips. There was no way his lord was going to ever be royalty at this rate… he was too unstable.

“She’s gone! They took her from me!” Chrysanthos screamed, his face a beet shade of red and his golden hair frazzled. He looked like a maniac. “Why would they take her to the north?! I want her back immediately-“

Gerald slapped him across the face with his white glove, Crysanthos’s head thrown to the side. A red welt formed on his porcelain skin but the slap successfully silenced the marquis. The butler glared at the noble with disdain.

“You are acting like a fool.” Gerald hissed, the butler had had enough. “If you don’t get yourself together, you’ll never be able to sit on the throne.”

Gerald clicked his tongue at the mess in the room. “I’ll send a maid to clean this up while you collect your feelings. You’re done acting like a spoiled child. You cannot forget your purpose, my lord.”

Gerald then left Chrysanthos alone in his room . The door slammed shut behind the butler, which snapped Chrysanthos back to reality.

The blonde’s knees collapsed from under him as he began to sob. His darling would never hit him… she would have consoled him and let him cry his heart out on her shoulder. How was he going to cope without her by his side?

Crysanthos admired his ethereal reflection in the large body mirror in the corner of the room. There was no denying he was a man of exquisite beauty, but it didn’t matter if his darling wasn’t here to see him. If she didn’t love him.

“We’ll be reunited again…” Chrysanthos’s tenor voice rung out in the emptiness in his room. “We will see each other soon and I’ll never let you go again.”

Half a year went by living in the north and it wasn’t horrible. (Your name) spent a lot of her time indoors where it was warm to practice her healing abilities while Marisa took up sword fighting.

Orik had given (your name) permission to heal people for money now so she could be more independent. The young woman was ecstatic to finally use her abilities more often and she began to meet the locals… especially a young knight named Joshua.

It was shocking to learn that most people in the north had blood red hair just like Marisa. It turns out Marisa may have originally been a northerner before she became a slave and eventually ended up in the orphanage… she had lived such a hard life but it seems she found her place… or so (your name) thought.

(Your name) had no idea that Marisa considered (your name) herself as her true home.

Marisa would put her all into training so she could head back to their home to be with (your name). She even began to earn money by her big game she hunted and sold. It wasn’t uncommon for her to hunt for boars or deer after her training session. Marisa now legally bought her beloved princess presents.

Today was no exception. Marisa had decided to buy (your name) a stuffed snow rabbit. It was something small and simple, but she was sure (your name) would love the cute stuffy…

And that’s when Marisa came home a bit early to find a man with (your name). The two talked and laughed while (your name) healed his wounds and Marisa knew that (your name) was just doing her job but she couldn’t help the jealousy that consumed her. Especially when he had such a prominent blush on his face when he looked at (your name).

The scene instantly soured Marisa’s mood. Who did this man think he was? How dare he bask in (your name)‘s presence for this long… he didn’t deserve to be in the same room as her. No man did…

“I noticed your hair is shorter, Joshua.” (Your name) smiled at the young knight who only blushed in response. “It looks really nice on you.”

“O-oh… you noticed my hair cut?” Joshua ran an olive hand through his red locks. “Thank you, (your name)… actually I-I have something to ask you-“

Joshua froze when he saw Marisa in the corner of his eye. He quickly sprung up and collected himself. “Sorry, it seems I overstayed my welcome.”

(Your name) frowned but then she saw Marisa in the door way. Her cinnamon eyes glared holes into Joshua. Oh my… it seems Marisa was upset about something.

“It’s perfectly okay, Joshua. Please refrain from hurting yourself.” (Your name) smiled warmly at the knight who blushed once more. He shyly gave her a nod and scurried out the door before Marisa’s wrath was inflicted on him. He made sure not to look the giant woman in the eyes.

Once he shut the door behind him, Marisa opened her mouth to speak. “I didn’t think you were acquainted with any men around here…”

“Oh I’m not, just Joshua.” (Your name) smiled warmly at Marisa, who took Joshua’s seat beside her. “He is so clumsy-“

“He’s probably injuring himself to see you.” Marisa mumbled under her breath before she dug the stuffed rabbit out of her pocket. “Here, I bought you something.”

(Your name) smiled at the white rabbit plush. She couldn’t believe Marisa had bought her something so cute…

“Thank you so much, Mari.” (Your name) smiled at Marisa who blushed a bit. Marisa felt her breath hitch when (your name) held her hand in hers. “I love it.”

“It was nothing…” Marisa couldn’t quite explain the feeling that she felt towards her best friend. Her stomach swarmed with butterflies, and her face felt hot. What was going on with her? Why did she have such muddled feelings around (your name)?

Marisa stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hand ran through her long red locks in thought. (Your name) really liked Joshua’s short hair…

Marisa glanced at the dagger that rested on the bathroom cabinet, the young woman brought it up to her face to admire it. Would (your name) like her hair short as well?

Marisa grabbed a fist full of her hair up into a ponytail and sucked in a deep breath. Her hand shook as she held the dagger so tightly, her knuckles turned white.

And with the flick of her wrist, handfuls of blood red hair laid on the bathroom floor. Marisa smiled at her reflection in awe.

Short hair suited her much better. She looked more like a man than Joshua now.

Marisa ran her hand through her neck length locks in contemplation. Perhaps she could trim it up a bit more? Keep it a bit longer in the back to tug on while she shoved her face between (your name)’s legs- where on earth were these impure thoughts coming from?

Marisa shook her head to try to clear it. Her hands held her hot cheeks in shame.

“What on earth is wrong with me?”

“Wow, Mari! Did you get a haircut?” (Your name) beamed at her friend whose cheeks flushed at the compliment. Marisa shyly ran her palm through her short wolf cut. “You look so handsome, Mari. It suits your face.”

She was thrilled that (your name) loved her new cut. It made butterflies explode in her stomach to a nearly overwhelming degree. Marisa had never felt so flattered in her life.

Marisa bent down to (your name)‘s height and took her hands in hers. “Do you mean it?”

“Mean what, Mari?”

“That I’m handsome?” Marisa’s voice was barely above a whisper, her body trembled. She needed to know… she needed to know if (your name) truly thought she was attractive.

“Of course I do.” (Your name) smiled at Marisa. She moved her hand to cup Marisa’s face, her fingers traced over the unsightly scars on the left side of the redhead’s face. “You have such a strong jawline and I love your Roman nose…”

Marisa leaned forward into (your name)’s touch. She wanted more… she needed more. Marisa wanted to open up her ribcage so (your name) could crawl inside but even then, Marisa wouldn’t be satiated with the close proximity. They needed to fuse together into one, living being- she was thinking of bizarre ideas again.

(Your name) traced her fingers over the slit scar on Marisa’s thin lips. She wasn’t lying about Marisa being handsome… if (your name) didn’t know the truth, she’d think Marisa was a man.

Marisa suddenly scooped (your name) up in her arms and lead her to her room. The red head collapsing on the bed with her best friend with a big smile.

“Mari!” (Your name) giggled when Marisa buried her face into (your name)’s stomach.

“I want your eyes on me forever.” Marisa whispered into (your name)’s skin. “I don’t ever want you to go to a far away place where I can’t see you.”

“Then we’ll stay together till we’re old.” (Your name) giggled with a big smile. “At least until I get a husband.”

And that’s when it hit Marisa. The reason why she loved being near (your name) so much, the reason she wished to provide for her and protect the small girl from harm was because Marisa was in love with her. Marisa was in love with (your name)… and she’d be damned if she let some man take her away.

As the years went by, (Your name) did her best to send Cressida a weekly letter despite the her busy schedule in the north. The blonde would always send back letters spritzed with perfume or small flowers tucked into the envelopes. Cressida was so cute sometimes. (Your name) could not wait to be back in the west to see Cressida. It’s been so long… she wondered if the blonde was still so doll like…

A large, veiny hand was placed on her shoulder which drew her from her thoughts. (Your name) turned to see her best friend, Marisa.

The redhead now was nearly seven feet tall and more massive than any man around. The unsightly scars on the left side of her face made her presence even more intimidating, but it didn’t affect (your name) who beamed warmly at her friend.

“You still send letters to that doll?” Marisa scoffed as she bent down to scoop one up to snoop through it. “I don’t know what you see in that girl. She’s corny.”

(Your name) tried to take the letter from Marisa but Marisa merely held it up high above her head.

“Mari, give it back!” Marisa’s chest shook with a laugh before she gave (your name) a smirk.

“I will if you give me a kiss.” Marisa’s cinnamon eyes glinted with mischievousness. Over the last few years, she’s been pushing the boundaries of their friendship in pursuit of turning it into a relationship… a shame (your name) was so dense since Marisa ruined any romantic endeavors for the smaller woman.

“You wild woman!” (Your name) huffed and then pouted in defeat. “Fine.”

Marisa bent down in a millisecond, the large woman turned her cheek to the side for (your name) to kiss. The smaller woman giggled and rolled her eyes before she planted a tender kiss on one of Marisa’s scars.

“Perfect, here’s your love letter.” Marisa sarcastically mumbled. She was a woman of her word despite her disdain for the blonde.

“I’m amazed Cressida isn’t engaged. We’re almost to our mid-twenties now.” (Your name) chuckled at the image of Cressida that played in her head. She wondered if the blonde still threw tantrums… her dear friend was so fickle it was comical. (Your name) swore she was the only one in the world Cressida enjoyed being around…

It took everything in Marisa not to shout on the top of her longs that Cressida was a weirdo. Cressida gave her the chills… there was something unsettling about the blonde and not just due to her doll like appearance. Yet Marisa couldn’t voice her disdain when all she had was a hunch. Marisa would need proof to keep the blonde away so she could finally keep (your name) all for herself…

“Joshua is going on a hunt today.” Marisa did her best not to gag at the man’s name. She didn’t like that string bean either. Joshua was a nice guy, don’t get Marisa wrong, but Marisa did not want (your name) to be with anyone other than her.

Was it awful for Marisa to just want to keep her friend all to herself? To keep her safe from the danger of the world in her large arms? Marisa was jealous that she wasn’t born a man.

“Joshua actually asked me out on a date-“

(Your name) squealed when Marisa suddenly pulled her into an embrace. The red head buried her face in the crook of (your name)’s neck, her hot breath made (your name) squeal at the sensation. Marisa could take this torment no longer, she had to make a move,

“Mari! Stop teasing me!” Marisa merely hummed before she scooped (your name) up and carried her to her bed. The red head flopped over so that her muscular body pinned (your name) down on the mattress in a compromising position. “Mari-“

Marisa hungrily pressed her lips against (your name)’s in a dominant kiss. (Your name)’s eyes blew wide when Marisa shoved her tongue in her mouth, her large hands held (your name) in place. There was no escape from her friend but maybe… this wasn’t so bad?

(Your name) leaned into the kiss that soon turned into a full make out session. The strong taste of cinnamon overwhelmed her senses but Marisa’s hands made her mind melt. All (your name) could smell was Marisa. All she could taste was Marisa.

Marisa suddenly pulled away, a string of saliva connected the two from their make out session.

“I’m in love with you.” Marisa whispered as she pressed her forehead against (your name)‘s. “And I know I’m not man. I know I’m not conventionally attractive either but I could treat you well…”

(Your name)’s hands were scooped up in Marisa’s large, calloused palms. The redhead trembled as her deep voice became soft like a breeze. “But we could run away and live in a cabin somewhere. Where no one can find us. Just us. No Cressida. No Joshua. Just you and me and the pinky promise we made.”

(Your name) smiled at Marisa. A simple life with her best friend? One where she could truly leave her past life of nobility behind and shed no longer have to heal the citizens of this ungrateful frozen wasteland? It sounded as unbelievable as a story in a child’s fairytale book but she didn’t know unless she gave it a shot.

“Well you find us that cabin and I might take you up on that.” (Your name) smiled at Marisa who instantly pulled her into a flurry of kisses. “Hey. Stop that.”

“You didn’t fight back earlier when I shoved my tongue down your throat, what’s the difference now?” Marisa teased (your name), which made the smaller woman furiously blush. “We’re lovers now. And I won’t ever let anyone else have you.”

“It’s your world, I’m just living in it.” (Your name) and Marisa shared a laugh before they cuddled together on the bed.

Although this may have seemed like a happy ending for the pair, the story was far from over. No. It had only just begun.

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elliewithcellie · 2 months

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Request for TASM!Peter where he and the reader went shopping together. Maybe the reader tried the clothes on in the dressing room? <3

Thanks for requesting! I made the dressing room more the setting so it’s good ole fashion reassurance Peter. I hope you like it! fem!reader, wc 0.8k

First Impressions

“This isn’t working,” you sighed. You looked at yourself in the dressing room mirror. The dress left little to the imagination, and while the dress fit you well, the occasion called for something much more modest.

“Let’s see it,” Peter called from across the door.

You let out a nervous laugh. “Not this one.”

“Aw, babe, show me please?”

Embarrassment slid to your cheeks. “Ok, just, don’t laugh, ok?”

“Laugh, why would I—”

The sight of you as you opened the dressing room door paused him in his tracks. He certainly did not laugh. His eyes glued onto your figure. Peter was nothing if not a gentleman, but not even he could resist a form-fitting look when it came to his girl.

“Peter,” you dragged.

His eyes flicked back up to yours. His cheeks shaded pink as a weak smile joined his guilty look. “Sorry, sorry. Just, wow. Do a little spin for me.”

You rolled your eyes, but you humored him anyway. You were sure your face was completely red, contradicting your feigned disdain.

“Yep,” Peter said, taking your hands and pulling you closer. “You have to get this one. It makes me want to take you on a fancy date ASAP.”

You giggled despite your nerves. “We have to stay on track here. We’re on a mission.”

“Ok, ok.” Peter released your hands. You returned to your dressing room.

The next dress made you want to cancel your plans altogether. It was modest like you had hoped, but that was the only thing working for it. The color drained your face, and the material draped you in all the wrong places. The worst part was the itchiness. It wouldn’t settle into a comfortable spot. But if this is what it took to look like a respectable girlfriend, maybe it was just going to have to do.

You shook your head at yourself, frustration building over your nerves. You walked back out to show Peter.

“What about this one?”

Peter looked up and studied it. “It’s not quite your usual style, but if you like it, I like it.”

“Which means you hate it,” you huffed, turning back to your room.

“Wait, I didn’t say that.” Peter followed you, stopping you in the doorway.

You slumped into the chair. “This is hopeless.”

“Where’s this frustration coming from?” Peter asked, his voice soft and concerned. He kneeled down in front of you, placing a hand on your knee.

“I want to look respectable for May. Do you think she’ll like this one?”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, his head tilting in confusion. Realization then dawned on his features. Then he laughed. A genuine laugh as if you had said something hilarious, only you didn’t know what.

“What’s so funny?” you said pouting.

“All this fuss was for May this whole time? Wow, I mean, I thought it was weird you were trying on dresses, but I thought we were just having fun!”

You shrugged. “It’s a big deal. I just want to make a good impression and look good for you.”

“You could show up in Cookie Monster pajamas, and I would not be upset about it. May wouldn’t bat an eye.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I! Listen. It’s not a big deal, ok?”

“But she’s putting all this work into dinner just for me to come in looking like some Jo Shmo?”

“She’s making chicken cutlets. She’s gonna microwave frozen broccoli and call it a day. That’s it.”

Your eyes stayed glued to your knees where Peter’s hand rubbed gentle circles. His other hand lifted your chin to look at him. “She asked if you would come over because she wants to meet you. The real you. So just come as you are, who I know you to be. That’s who she wants to meet, ok? So, don’t buy some dumb dress unless you’re the one who wants it.”

You leaned your forehead onto his and exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

“Feel better?” he asked.

You nodded. “I just hope she likes me.”

“She’d be silly not to,” Peter said. He stood up and held his hand out for you to take it. “Come on. We’ve wasted enough time here.”

You took his hand and led him out of the dressing room, but you felt him linger. “Well, let’s go then,” you said as you gently pulled his arm.

Peter looked at you, a smirk forming on his face. He grabbed the first dress you tried on and started walking with you.

“Pete, come on. What happened to ‘no dumb dresses?’” you said.

“I’d regret it the rest of my life if I didn’t buy it for you.”

You laughed your first full laugh since entering the dressing room. “You liked it that much?”

“Wear it on our next date, and you’ll find out just how much I like it.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker fluff #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #the amazing spider man #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter parker #spiderman fluff #spiderman x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader

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soxcietyy · 7 months

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can we get yuuta x virgin reader. Reader loses her virginity on her birthday to yuuta. She feels the need to “loose it” because she’s older now. Yuuta tells her it’s not a big deal and doesn’t push her to do it but reader wants to so he takes her virginity and talks her through it and gives her aftercare.

(Whenever you decide to write this is up to you <3 )

Birthday Wish

The candles are lit and are ready to be blown. Yuuta held a Polaroid camera up as he snapped a picture of you spacing out. All your friends sat around you waiting for the big moment to happen. So here you were about to blow out the candles. This was the part where you make a wish. A wish that you hoped would come true and make you happy. You knew what you wanted but didn’t know if you dared to wish such a thing. Usually people wished for health and happiness but yours was a bit more interesting. It’s something you’ve been wanting for a long time

"Common y/n, make a wish" Maki persuadesyou.

You close your eyes as you blew and opened them once you smelled the candle wick. Opening your eyes you could see everyone smiling at you dearly.

"What did you wish for?" Itadori yells.

Your face turned a light shade of pink as you thought twice about answering that. Not only was it embarrassing because all of your friends were here but also because your crush was sitting in front of you.

"It’s okay if you don’t want to say." Yuuta says as he places the Polaroid he just took on the table.

"I want to know what the big secret is." Maki says as she leans towards you. Nobara follows Makis lead and also leans in.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if they knew. Maybe they could help make your wish come true. You lean in and whisper your wish to them. The wish of loosing your virginity. Maki looks up at you baffled as Nobara smirked.

"Why is that your wish?" She asks genuinely confused.

"I’m not getting any younger! It’s embarrassing still having it. None of you have it but me." You avert your gaze down.

"Now we have to know what it is if Maki is making faces." Itadori laughs.

You shake your head with a laugh. The party went on until half the room was wasted. You wernt much of a drinker so you stayed sober. You made sure nobody acted up to the point of hurting themselves though. Eating another piece of you watch how Nobara stumbled across the room to Yuuta. He had a couple of drinks but not enough to deem himself tipsy. You watched as she leaned into Yuutas ear and whispered something. Unfortunately you couldn’t catch it because of the music and Maki who was currently ranting about a missing weapon.

It must of been something interesting if he wire such a surprised look. He was also now staring at you back. You turn around blushing trying to ignore him.

"Yea I’m not going to lie I broke a cursed tool not too long ago. Principal Yaga said he’d fix it." You tell Maki.

"You guys really need to be careful doing that. You guys have cursed energy I don’t. I need these weapons more than you guys." She sighs. "Oh hey Yuuta." She says making your head snap back.

He was standing behind you and you didn’t even notice, not even with such a strong curse energy output. This was embarrassing as a sorcerer not being able to detect him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled at you.

"How’s the birthday girl?" He asks.

You could feel a lump in your throat.

"I’m great! Almost everyone is wasted and the party is over at this point. Just enjoying the last few hours of this night."

"You know, I was told the birthday girl had a big wish. Something I can help come true seeing that I’m the most suitable candidate." His hold of you hardens.

You could feel as your face began to turn red. So that’s what Nobara was telling Yuuta. This was so embarrassing but is it something you will let happen? Having Yuuta take your virginity?! You didn’t know whether to curse or thank her for opening her mouth.

"We can go to your room right now while your roommates clean." he says

You look at his dark blue eyes searching for any sigh that could trust him. Then again who wouldn't?

"Fine but promise not to laugh at me." you mumble.

"you know id never, common." he grabs your hand and leads you to your room. Looking back you could see Maki smiling at you and mouthing "good luck".

Walking behind you could see him reach out to the speakers to raise the volume. Did he think you were going to be loud? You couldn't imagine yourself as a loud person in bed. you couldn't imagine yourself making noises that embarrassing. Little did you know that it wasn't meant to hide your moans but your crying.

"alright just relax and follow my lead. If you're uncomfortable with something then tell me okay?"

You give him a shy nod as you lay in your bed with him already on too of you.

"first thing is for play. It's just to set the mood okay? so dont get surprised on how I grab you." he laughs.

sitting up he grabbed your legs and hooked them on his arms to yank you closer to him. You gasp at the sudden pull. He then kissed you, his soft lips touched your making you feel butterfly's. Those few innocent kisses soon turned into something else. You could now feel his hot tongue intertwined with yours. As he did that you could feel how his hands were occupied with fondling your breast causing small noises to come out of you. you could feel the smirk he wore with every kiss. Grabbing your legs he pushed them up on your chest as his hands moved to the inside of your thighs giving them a tight squeeze. You jolt at the sudden odd feeling. You could hear an amused huff come from him as he did it again.

"Yuuta! I said don’t laugh at me." You look at him.

"Ah Im sorry I just can’t help it, you’re too cute." He kisses your forehead as he pulls your bottoms down quickly in one motion. You gasp seeing how it happened so quickly.

You try to cover yourself up but he stops you by grabbing your hands.

"I’m going to see everything eventually, so why hide it?" His whispers in your ear as he pulls your top off. Your breast bounce the second its support system came off.

He looked mesmerized by your body. He couldn’t help but stare at how perfect it was. No matter if it did have scars or stretch marks. It was just so perfect. He was quick to latch onto on of your breast. You let out a moan as he began to play with it. His tongue flicking and pushing it.

"I’m going to finger you, don’t be surprised." He says as his hand slowly snaked down to you cunt as and shoved his finger in. You jump at the sudden feeling. His finger felt so big inside of you. You throw your head back as he curled his fingers. This wasn’t something new to you. You’ve explored down there on your own before.

Your hand runs through Yutas hair as he continues to play with your breast. His teeth sinking down to leave a mark. You moan as he bites your flesh, as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, as his thumb circles around your clit. You could feel how overstimulating everything was as you loved it.

"Yuta! Mmh"

"You like that? Like how my fingers are stretching you out?" He moans as he’s rubbing his hard on in his pants with his hand.

"Ima put it in now okay?" He says as he starts to unbuckle his pants with one hand. You were too focused on his fingers to even notice that he was now completely naked. When you did take note of it you could help but turn into a shy mess. Not only was he so hot, but he had a monstrosity resting on his stomach.

"This is going to hurt a bit but bear with me. Don’t be embarrassed to say anything and if it’s too much we can stop." Yuta says.

He pushed your legs onto your knees one again and lined himself with your entrance.

"Wait!" You yell.

He looked up at you concerned.

"Are you sure it’s gonna fit?" You ask.

"Positive, don’t focus on my size y/n just focus on my face okay? And here." He says putting his index finger on your lips. You were confused for a second but proceeded to suck on it. "Mmh that’s very cute but that not quite the reason for it."

He kisses your cheek before pushing him self in. When he did you let out a whimper. It hurt so much it felt like he was ripping your insides. You bite you lip hard enough to the point of you taking something metallic as he continued to go in but suddenly he stopped. Your eyes were shut tight but opened once he stopped. He placed his fingers on your mouth once again.

"Open," he says and you comply.

He slid his finger in between your front teeth and told you to bite down anytime you needed too. He said it would hurt him to see you walking around with injured lips knowing he was the cause.

Leaning once again you could feel the burning sensation. You grip his arm as he slowly slides inside, his eyes not leaving your face. He wanted to make sure it was going to hurt you too much.

"That’s it, you’re taking it so well, I’m almost half way." He kisses your forehead.

His hand falls to your crotch and begins to rub your bud in circles. This was such a big relief for you now. There was now a mixture of pleasure instead of full on pain.

"We can take this slow or I can go in really fast so we won’t be here for long." He says.

The fast the pain is over with the better right? You agree with the second choice.

"Mmh okay but be strong okay? No backing out last second." He says and before you could say anything back he shoved himself in. You thought he was going to kill you with the amount of pain you were feeling. You grabbed his neck and pulled him down as a tear fell down your face. You shaking hands gripping his skin as the pain slowly went away.

"You did do well, I’m fully in you. I’m just going to keep it slow from now on." He says as he removes you hands from him. He places them on his chest instead. Slowly he goes in and out of you making you go crazy. You try to hold back groans of pain but couldn’t help a few whimpers slip by.

He wiped away any tears that fell from your face as he continued. He knew you would be disappointed if you wish didn’t come true. Looking down Yuuta could see a bit of pink on his member but decided to keep that to himself for now. He didn’t want to scare you off now. He forced himself in and out of you in a slow pace. You were just so tight that it made him want to fuck you full on force. Unfortunately he had to restrain himself because he would never want to betray your trust like that. So he focused his mind on you rather than his dick.

He was quite happy that Nobara told him your wish. Not only that but the fact that he would be great for the job. Nobara said that you had a secret crush on him and that you were to embarrassed to try and get closer. He thought it was meant to be if he also had the same feeling for you. Though Maki said that he would corrupt your innocent mind with Inumaki and panda. So he kept his distance.

You did look pretty innocent now that he was looking down at you. You pretty wet lashes were closed shut and your cheeks were pink. Your eyebrows furrowed from the uncomfortable pain. Your lips pouting unconsciously. He never thought he would have someone as pure as you under him. He couldn’t help but smother you in kisses. You gasp as he caught you by surprise when his lips made contact with your neck.

"Yuuta, make it feel better." You say

"I’ll try my best sunshine, just bear with me." He said under his breath as he started to rub your clit again.

You hold him closer to you as you tensed up at the pleasurable feeling. Once again you were in a mist of euphoria as he worked on you. You mumbled his name over and over. Begging for him to go faster. He could feel you squeezing him so tightly that it became hard to not finish before you. He focused on your cunt until you were screaming his name. Cumming all over his member. When you finished he continued moving his hips back and forward until he pulled out and finished in your stomach.

"You did such a great job sunshine," Yuuta panted. "So good that I don’t think I wanna get out of bed."

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Lissie note… Here’s the winner of the poll (winner of this season as well)! Anyways, so sorry for my absence… hope this makes up for it❤️

Summary: Reader used to date George, as they’d been friends since birth. However, she takes a liking to someone he considers an enemy on the track: Max Verstappen. They do say revenge is best served cold… and who is colder than the star of Red Bull himself?

Things to note:

Reader is a year younger than Max (same age as George)

Reader made her break in Tennis

George and Reader are not on good terms (he cheated) (this is not a jab at George btw. My fav team is literally Mercedes)

The whole deal is pretty “the enemy of my enemy is my friend”.

Some of the fc is Emma Raducanu (my fav tennis player❤️)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x George’s ex gf!Fem!Reader

Warnings: none really

Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @darleneslane, @allwaysallyway

Playlist Recommendations: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗, 𝐌𝐕𝟏

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yourusername Stressful training all week. Ready to show off this weekend!🔥

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charlottesiine Yess! I’ll be watching! Btw, was he any good at tennis?

yourusername He wishes he was me. Should stick to racing.

user1 guys… the third pic…🧍‍♀️

user2 Didn’t George and her split like a few months ago?

user3 New guy? Who’s this🤨

user4 Her brother maybe?

user5 @ user4 Nah, did you see the comment Cha posted and the response to it? That’s def a new guy

user6 @ user5 it’s someone on the grid

user7 Ughhh I can’t wait for this weekend😩👏

user8 Is this the sound of my parasocial relationship crackling?

user9 WHO IS THAT?

user10 Ten bucks it’s Charles

user11 I’ll take that action. Ten it’s Lando

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sportsgossip someone spotted a certain tennis player with a certain Red Bull driver… anonymous tip! Seems like someone is over George already…

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user1 Wtf WHEN WAS THIS?

user2 Her recent post…😭

user3 MAX? WHAT😃

user4 I kinda love that omg

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maxverstappen1 Just appreciating the view❤️

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yourusername Conveniently free this weekend

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landonorris I’m living for this shade

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user1 George is absolutely shitting himself rn I just know

user2 She traded a rookie for a world champion

user3 I respect it

user4 I love that Max is subtly hinting that George didn’t appreciate her as much as he does😭

user5 It’s honestly kinda cute

user6 Shade aside, it really is

user7 George is missing out

user8 Okay but she is GORGEOUS

user9 Can someone give some background info? Why did she and George break up?

user10 Allegedly, George cheated on her with someone he met at a post-race party. She got an anonymous tip about it and they couldn’t seem to work things out I guess… but yeah. Everything is alleged.

user9 Oh okay thanks that’s helpful

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yourusername This week was just 🤍🤍🤍

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charlottesiine Must do this again🤍

yourusername Agreed🤍

francisca.cgomes Where was I in this🤨

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user1 Okay but these two are literally the best friend dynamic ever.

user2 Two pretty best friends… could never be us @ randomuser

user3 I’m genuinely so confused by her relationship status rn but the fact that her and Cha are still friends??? LOVE IT

user4 Here’s me wishing I was a wag or whatever…🧍‍♀️

user5 Relatable

user6 Can’t wait for her to post pics with Max👏

user7 I mean… it isn’t official though. Is it?

user8 I don’t think she will do that unless she also confirms her relationship with him

user6 @ user8 Max already posted her…

user9 I just know she’s friendly

user10 She is! I went to one of her opens and she signed my card of her and gave me a hug. She even offered to stay around for pictures and stuff.

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wagsf1 @ yourusername and @ maxverstappen after his race win🌸

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user1 I’m seriously just wondering HOW George is feeling about all this

user2 Whatever he feels abt it… he deserves it.

user3 George is probably crying in the garage

user4 They’re so cute though😭❤️

user5 They’re my new fav couple on the grid.

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maxverstappen1 I don’t think I could’ve been luckier than this❤️

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yourusername ❤️❤️❤️

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user1 I’m happy she broke things off with George cause this is just so cute

user2 Maybe don’t bring it up in Max’s comments💀💀

user3 I love how he’s acting like they’ve been dating for years😭

user4 I mean… he has EVERY right to

user5 This is what I mean when I say I want to date

user6 Ik they recently started dating but I just know they’re going to last

user7 Max is so dedicated like wtaf😭 We did not see this from George

user8 We really didn’t💀

user9Max talked about her in the most recent post-race interview😭❤️

user10 This relationship is going to set unrealistic standards for me😭😭😭

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yourusername Another win added to my collection🎾🔥 Kind of like you @ maxverstappen1

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charlottesiine I should have seen it live! You were amazing🤍

yourusername ugh I love you

user1 YESSS👏

user2 She’s an icon

user3 Fav wag and fav tennis player

user4 George is MISSING OUTTTT

user5 Wimbledon win upcoming🔥

user6 Manifesting it🙏

user7 Her and Max stacking up wins is a new form of couple goals I haven’t seen before. I love it.

user8 Literally

user9 She’s so pretty❤️

user10 Max is lucky

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maxverstappen1 Taking a break from reality❤️

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yourusername ❤️

landonorris Now I know who you’ve been ditching me for

yourusername know your place

landonorris @ yourusername 🤨🤨🤨

user1 So it’s official then

user2 I don’t know who I’d rather be😩

user3 We never saw this content with George🤡

user4 Max and her are the definition of a perfect couple omfg

user5 They’re so cute wtf

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yourusername Should I start curling my hair more often?✨

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charlottesiine You’re already gorgeous but that hair is so cute🥰

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maxverstappen1 You’re beautiful no matter what you do with your hair❤️

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user1 FABULOUS YET AGAIN😮‍💨

user2 I would leave my current relationship for her

user3 She’s so Lana coded and I love it

user4 She’s just so tennis coded and old money and I’m in loveeee

user5 The fact that SHE was cheated on?🧍‍♀️

user6 Puts things into perspective

user7 I’ve come to realize that it doesn’t matter how pretty you are anymore😭💀

user8 I’m literally buying tickets to her next game so I can shove marriage papers in her face

user9 I’ll beat you to it

user10 Why Max… why not me😐

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻…

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! (𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧(𝙨) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚(𝙨) 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣.)

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