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We Found Love

charles leclerc x female reader (smau) 1/2

summary: you and charles were meant to be together even if the media, society and his girlfriend criticized you.

trope: childhood friends to lovers, ferrari driver x head strategist , mean gf (no hate to any of charles' gf's, ex or current.)

a/n: i know i know im the worst updater and writer ever (I'm sorry okay 😭 I'm busy and I lose motivation lol)but im back slowly but surely, and this is so new! My first F1 fic aahh :D This is very small, I just needed to get this out (monza took my heart away!) hope y'all like it hehe xx.

Months before MONZA

ursernames

life lately - enjoying the break before it's Monza ❤️‍🔥🌷🌺🌠🪽🥨🍽️🪡⌨️👠💎

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lewishamilton looks like someone had fun!

⤷ ursernames obviously mate 🧉!!

charles_leclerc wannabe artistic ass 😘😻🤡

⤷ ursernames shut up donkey 🐴🫏😊

kikagomez 💫💗

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@Ynniequeenn

I'm surprised Charles isn't spending the vacay with her. Sounds fishy but they still act close 😕. I don't know man.

⤷ @chrshls: people like you suck! get a life.

charles_leclerc

everything is good 🩵

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joristrouche amazing!

ursernames leooo awwww

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pierregasly simba and leo meetup soon? 😂

⤷ charles_leclerc soon!

alexandrasaintmleux amores <3

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ursernames

thank you for the wishes everyone, just took another lap around the earth 🌍 🌷🌺🩵

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formula_1 happy birthday to the best-ever strategist!

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scuderiaferrari buon compleanno stargirl!

⤷ ursernames grazie mille!

charles_leclerc joyeux anniversaire ma meilleure fille

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mlnmarta joyeux anniversaire ma soeur

⤷ usernames 💞💞

oscarpiastri have a great day old lady 🥳

⤷ ursername when i catch you oscar when i bloody catch you! 😵😵

f1wags&insiders

BREAKING 🚨 Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mluex were fighting at a party! Apparently, it was the same birthday party held for Y/N's 27th birthday. What are your thoughts 💭?

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alexfp i just can't stand this anymore! It's clear that something's up with charles 😐

leclecice bro, alex is straight up toxic just admit it she is NOT a paddock queen neither the IT wag ughh 🥱🥱

lestappenfpp time for charles WDC lesgoo

ynstan will charles and yn ever date? they have that CHEMISTRY yk

malenalexx it's definitely something to do with charles

⤷ unknownchaaa smartest alex fan..

ynstrategyss literally how crazy can Alex even get until they fuck up yns birthday party?! seriously i lost my respect for her.

alexandrasaintmluex

🌺🌺 floral vibes 🌺🌺

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alexfp omg our queen 👑!!

foralexa hi alexx i hope you're doing well ❤️‍🩹 you look gorgeous btw 🤩

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kikagomez 💫😵⭐

rebeccadonaldson literally so pretty 🌺🌺

⤷ alexandrasaintmluex says the prettiest!

charlesfanpage charles not in the likes? sus.

leclecicecreammm someone's tryna churn content asap b4 the breakup LOLL

⤷ alexandrasaintmluex you're hilarious. 🥱

ynstrategyss hope y'all okay...

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2 weeks before Monza, at the Ferrari HQ

"Hey, can we talk, please?" Charles asked Yn as the meeting begun to wrap up.

"What do you want, Charles? Does making me look like a fool on my birthday not enough?!" You said very honestly.

"No,no, mon cher, listen to me."

"I'm sorry for whatever Alex caused during your birthday party. I wanted the party to be nice and surrounded by your close friend's and family. I'm regretful I chose to bring Alex as a tag along. She wanted to go and I can't say no anyways."

"What's your point, Charles? I'm tired of this drama. I am." You said,

"Yn, we've been friends since so young, we spent almost every day with eachother, basically inseparable. Maman practically consideres you her the daughter she never had and you're really close to my family and brothers. Even with my exes you had a close bond with them."

"Mhm, that's right I loved your exes." You said slightly smiling,

"Ever since I dated Alex, she.... she liked fame and attention. Even if she didn't show it much. And when she saw us being close and basically just friends, she got mad and jealous. I didn't realise much until you told me when she confronted you."

"She reads a lot of the news, tweets and those tiktok edits of us that is all over social media. She is influenced by them. And I honestly don't get how they consider our bond romantic but not platonic."

"Alex has been fighting a lot with me past few months. We are not close, anymore. Not liked we used to be. She's constantly screaming and I can't stand her anymore."

"Mon ange, whatever happens with you and her, please... just tell me. I saw the texts she sent you and it wasn't pleasant. Why have you been keeping this a secret. Please ange, don't do it anymore."

"I don't know how longer I can sustain this relationship if it continues to be as toxic as this." Charles said earning a pout from you.

" Charlie, I wanted to see you happy with Alex. I'm sorry about what's been happening at home. I'm sorry too.." you said,

" Are we good?"

"Yeah we are, Charlie" you said, earning a tight hug from you best friend.

It's undeniable that you've always liked Charles. He was handsome, he was everything a women could've dreamt of. And obviously you're one of them. You'd never had the chance to confess and you think you'd never will. It's better to blossom a good, sustainable friendship rather than risking it all for a relationship. Your a simple person, you're critical and realistic.

When Alex confronted you about your relationship with Charles, it hit you till the pit of your heart. You begun thinking if you were too clingy or romantic with Charles. You begun distancing yourself from him thinking you were at fault. You did not want to be a homewrecker,ever.

Although Charles confrontation settled a little of your thoughts, you cannot deny the growing feelings for Charles in that heart of yours.

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charles_leclerc

P4. Deluso ma abbiamo dato tutto. Grazie a tutti voi per esserci sempre. E domani, andiamoooooo 😍

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ursername let's get it ✨✨

speedingcharles we counting on u buddy

anthoinetrouchet let's get it ittttttttt aaa

alexandrasaintmluex 💕

ursername

story, 1hr ago

feels great to back in monza! hoping to make tifosi's proud this weekend 🇮🇹 Let's see what we can do with a P4 and P5.

RACE DAY IN MONZA.

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@F1LiveUpdates:

"Lights out at Monza! Charles Leclerc is in the fight for P1, but all eyes are on Ferrari’s strategy today. Y/N calling the shots 👀 #Monza #CharlesLeclerc #Ferrari"

@LeclercFans:

"Y/N on the pit wall, looking like a boss. Monza is hers to win 🔥 #YN #FerrariFam"

Your heart raced as you watched the battle unfold in front of your eyes. Charles was in second, fighting tooth and nail to close the gap on the leader. Your freshly manicured nails hovered over the radio button, ready to call the next move.

The crowd roared in the background, but your focus was razor-sharp. Charles trusted your instincts, and you wasn’t about to let him down.

Y/N (over radio):

"Box, box. Let’s go for the undercut."

Charles

"Copy. Trusting you on this."

The team jumped into action as Charles pitted. Y/N watched with bated breath, hoping the strategy would pay off.

As Charles emerged from the pits, your hands clenched into a fist. The timing was perfect. They had nailed it. It will take time to pass through lando but it'll be worth it. And you knew it.

Y/N (over radio):

"P1. 35 laps ahead. Now hold it. You’ve got this."

The crowd was deafening as the final lap approached. You stood with her arms crossed, staring at the screens, barely blinking. Charles had a three-second lead, but the pressure was immense. Your heart pounded in time with the roar of the engines.

Y/N (over radio):

"Last lap, Charles. Bring it home."

You held her breath as the checkered flag waved and the roar from the grandstands signaled what you'd hoped for.

Charles (over radio):

"We did it! P1! We won, Y/N!"

Bryan (over radio)

"AND P1!"

@F1Live:

"Leclerc takes P1 at Monza! What a race! Ferrari fans are going wild! #CharlesLeclerc #Monza"

@FerrariFans:

"Y/N’s strategy today was perfection. Absolute genius. 🔥 #TeamYN #Ferrari"

@LeclercNation:

"Y/N hugging Charles after that win? Yeah, there’s something there. No one can convince me otherwise. #CharlesAndYN"

charles_leclerc

Siete i numeri 1, Forza Ferrari ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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ursername congrats charliee <3

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⤷ charles_leclerc couldn't done it without you, yn 😘

formula_1 tifosi's pride and joy

lewishamilton enjoy the win mate! great job

oscarpiastri congrats charles!

pascale_leclerc my boy

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⤷charles_leclerc i didnt leave you at the gransdstands this time 😂

ursername

story, 2h ago

FEVER DREAM!! GRAZIE GRAZIE TUTTI MILLE!

@LeclercNation:

"Alexandra needs to chill. Y/N is just doing her job. She’s a strategist, not a homewrecker! #TeamYN"

formula_1

leo meets his papa who just won the italian grand prix! lovely family at sight 🐕🐶🐾

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alexfp ahh the cutiess, though she wasn't here but mah queen is always here to shine

alexandrasaintmluex 😍

lecleccreamss since when did F1 turn into a wag thing. Seriously F1? This content is unnecessary!

alexandramyqueen omg our couple is back yayyy

mimosahater @F1Dramaa post. look at this post.

@F1Drama:

"Rumors are flying that Y/N and Alexandra had a heated argument in the Ferrari garage. How much longer can this triangle last? #CharlesLeclerc #YN"

@FerrariInsider:

"It’s getting messy. Y/N is too professional to get involved, but Alexandra seems to be on edge. #F1Gossip #FerrariDrama"

@LeclercNation:

"Y/N is just trying to do her job, but Alex is clearly feeling threatened. Charles needs to step up. #TeamYN"

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You were packing up in the garage, getting reading to back to the hotel, when Alexandra appeared at the doorway. She looked calm, but there was a fire in her eyes.

"We need to talk." Alex said

You set down your notes, bracing yourself. You replied, "About what?"

"About Charles. About you."

"I’m just doing my job, Alexandra. If you think I’m trying to come between you two, you’re wrong."

Alexandra crossed her arms, stepping closer. "I don’t know if I believe that. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. I’m not stupid!"

Your jaw clenched. "You’re right. You’re not stupid. But you’re also insecure. And that’s not my problem. I’m here because I’m good at what I do, and Charles knows that."

"Insecure?" Alexandra’s voice was laced with venom. "Do you have any idea what it’s like watching him put you before me over and over again?"

"He doesn’t put me before you, Alexandra. He’s just focused on his career. If you can’t handle that, maybe the problem isn’t me. Maybe it’s your relationship."

Alexandra stared at you, her expression hardening. "You think you’re so untouchable, don’t you? That because you’re the team strategist, you’re safe. But I see the way you want him."

You took a deep breath, stepping forward. "If you’re so sure about that, then maybe you should talk to Charles instead of blaming me."

"Look here, Charles just won the Italian grandprix. It's a big celebration for team. Let's be happy for the win, instead of bringing this up, now."

"Have a great day, Alexandra" you said and left the paddock without any hesitation.

ursername

thank you bryan, charles, carlos, fred and the team for making this strategy happen! to our biggest supporters, the tifosi ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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lewishamilton absolutely fantastic strategy yn, you made it happen 👑👑

⤷ ursername i absolutely cannot wait for you to get on this team any longer!! tysm lewis, really appreciate it 💕💕💫

charles_leclerc tu as réalisé mon plus grand rêve, merci ma belle stratège, ma meilleure amie bien-aimée 🥇🥇🥳🥳❤️❤️❤️

⤷ ursername you were behind the wheel, you make us all dream mon rêveur, mon soleil 🩷🩷

mlnmarta such a shame i wasn't able to witness this but again, ma petite sœur, tu nous fais tous rêver 🥹

⤷ ursername tu aimes me faire pleurer 🥹❤️

After the Azerbaijan Grand Prix

charles_leclerc

story, 2m ago

Part 2 when?

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megamindsecretlair · 2 months

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Call Out My Name

Pairing: Businessman!Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, stranger sex, PIV, oral (female and male receiving) teasing, cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, referring to female anatomy as she, all consensual. D/s lite. Sorry if I missed some, I'm rushing, just let me know.

Summary: At a work conference, your boring coworkers want to continue hanging out. Needing your alone time, you head to the hotel bar for a quick drink before you headed upstairs. But when a gorgeous stranger buys your drink, it entices you to do something you’d never done before. Be bold.

Word Count: 5,426k

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A/N: This is a wonderful ask from @westside-rot. I have not been able to stop thinking about businessman Stunna all day. Welp, here we are LOL. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

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Your coworkers spilled out of the conference room in a fit of laughter. Your laugh sounded so fake, even to your ears, but your coworkers were none the wiser. They stated that they wanted to keep the party going and go out for drinks and a later dinner.

Ugh. Spare you. It was bad enough being stuck in a hot ass conference room with these people but it was even worse that they wanted to keep going. It was past nine o’clock and you couldn’t stomach them for one second longer.

Usually, you did these conferences by yourself. You volunteered for the position for free travel and the chance to step out of your shoes for a minute. These people didn’t know you. It was a chance to ease the burdens of your life. But this was a bigger conference, so your boss let the four of you go.

“I’m actually so tired,” you said and heaved a yawn, stretching it out to really look convincing. “I couldn’t stay awake if I tried!”

“Oh, come on! You’re such an old lady!” One of your coworkers, Shane, said and shook his auburn hair.

“Hey! It takes a routine to look this good at my age,” you said and pointed to yourself and your cream and brown outfit. Your coworkers laughed, waving goodbye, with final pleas to go ahead and join them. God, no thanks.

You headed towards the hotel bar, feeling that much lighter just from getting rid of their energy. More people needed to appreciate a little quiet and solitude. Entering the hotel bar, your heels clicked on the faux wood as you looked around. It had a nostalgic sort of vibe, with soft neon light, wooden tables, and a TV playing in the corner.

It was perfect. It looked like the type of place where everyone minded their own fucking business. You walked over to the bar, planting your brown jacket and purse on the seat to your left. You caught the bartender’s attention and ordered your favorite drink.

As you waited for him to make it, you pulled out your phone and scrolled to your current favorite fanfic on Tumblr. You just needed a good drink and some alone time in the hotel room. You could almost feel the cool air on your skin as you sat and relaxed with good writing.

The bartender slid your glass into your line of sight. You mumbled a thanks and pulled out your wallet.

“It’s been taken care of,” he said.

You finally look up, puzzled, because who the hell would do that? The bartender tilted his head to your right. You turned, looking into the face of a god. It took all your willpower not to drop your draw and ogle him.

You licked your lips to give you time to stall, because goddamn. You were suddenly too aware of your heartbeat thumping in your chest and down below. You didn’t think people could have physical reactions to real life people and yet here you were.

You grabbed the drink and lifted it in a silent thanks to the mystery man. He nursed his own drink, glass barely filled with a dark, amber liquid. He pointed to the seat next to you and you hoped you didn’t look too desperate by nodding your head.

He got off of the stool and damn. He was fine as hell. He was taller than you, impossibly tall, with long legs and decked out in a burgundy suit with a dark gray shirt, tie slightly askew from around his neck. The top button was undone, showing off a chiseled chest.

You watched as he sauntered over and sat one seat away from you. Close enough to converse while still giving you some space. You were really starting to like him.

He smiled and introduced himself. “But most people call me Stunna,” he said and smirked like he admired how silly that was.

“Dare I ask why?” You asked.

“He shrugged. Something that stuck around since high school. You wear one shiny outfit and everybody’s a clown all of a sudden,” he said.

You laughed, shaking your head and taking a sip of your drink. “You did not!”

Stunna laughed, showing a radiant smile that completely transformed his face. He was stunning before, but he smiled like the first break of dawn across the horizon. Now you understood why they called him Stunna.

“I promise I did. Although I burned all the evidence because no one needed to keep that around,” he said.

Conversation flowed easily with him. You told him your name and why you were at the conference. He told you all about his modest gaming company. Modest. You gushed all over the games that he produced, sharing your joy over the games that meant so much to you.

“There’s no way you really play,” he said.

You nodded. “Believe it. Night and Sky? I cried by the time I finished and then played it fifty thousand more times,” you said.

Stunna laughed and shook his head. “You have no idea how much this means to me. It’s good to hear something good about my work every once in a while,” he said.

Since you had that Stunna in front of you, you had thousands of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Still, you persevered, rapidly asking him questions. Bless him, he answered every single one.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry. I’m no better than the people in the audience,” you said. You slapped your hands to your cheeks, feeling utterly mortified. You wished the soft, dark wood of the bar would swallow you whole. You instantly regretted nerding out all over a stranger, all over Stunna of all people.

Stunna laughed. “I promise, you’re all good,” he said. When you shook your head, he chuckled again. Oh his voice was deep like chocolate and as savory as coffee. You just wanted to take a deep dive into it and never look back.

And his eye contact was insane. You often had to look away from him, body heating in all the right ways from being under intense scrutiny. You waved your hand to dismiss his words or more like a visual cue to clear your mind from all of your racing, nasty thoughts.

Maybe it was the long day. Maybe it had been too long since you were satisfied by something other than your fingers. But all you could think of was being bold. Warning signs and danger tones rang in your head as you thought of taking home a complete stranger. You watched enough TV to know that people never had the best intentions.

But hell. You were too willing to ignore all of that. You took in the cut of his suit, tailored, not off the rack. The flash of gold on his wrist from his huge watch. The long, thick fingers that you imagined wrapped around your throat.

And his lips. God, his lips. You wanted to get lost in those full lips. The way he spoke. The bite of hood to his tone to suggest that he wasn’t silver bred. The way that he absently stroked his teeth with his tongue. Was he doing it on purpose? To drive you completely mad?

You saw his lips moving but swore that no sound came out. You weren’t drunk, just a little tipsy, so you couldn’t blame it on that. It was simply that you felt him. Was that weird? There was this connection getting built between the two of you, brick by brick, laugh by laugh.

“I’m sorry?” You asked.

“I said, are you good?” He asked.

You nodded your head. So, so, so good. Your mind had a tendency to wander so you pulled it back in by looking at Stunna’s lips. It was just as distracting as his eyes but at least you didn’t get flustered looking at his lips.

Conversation turned towards griping about the conference, finding camaraderie by complaining about the same things. The overpriced food, the stinky attendants, and the anxiety of it all getting up in front of a crowd. Still, there were good parts to being a nerd.

Bold. Bold. Bold. Your heart was thundering in your chest, beating rapidly, out of control. So fast, you felt it at the base of your throat. You took the final sip of your drink, letting the sweet burn travel down to warm your belly. Your pussy gave a little throb like she was encouraging you on, rooting to get fucked as much as you were.

You stood up and grabbed your things. Stunna looked disappointed for a moment, smile dropping inch by inch. It felt cruel to tease him like this but you couldn’t help it. You dug in your purse and pulled out the spare keycard.

You usually carried one, but you were in a rush this morning and ended up bringing both. You slid it across the bar table as you walked closer to him.

He smelled amazing up close. Like wood smoke and fresh mountain air. You leaned in a little closer than you would normally dare, bringing your hand close to his. You tapped the keycard, pushing it under his palm.

“Why don’t you come meet me upstairs,” you said, not really phrasing it as a question. Stunna lifted an eyebrow, looking from the key card, to your eyes, to the low swoop of your cream dress.

His eyes moved slowly back to yours, locked, a smile curving his lips. “That right?” He asked.

You nodded, stepping closer. You put your hand on his forearm, leaning into his ear. “I like it nasty,” you whispered in his ear, ending it with a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Stunna sighed, sealing it with a chuckle. You walked away, hoping you weren’t too forward, as you hurried to the elevator. You forgot to give him a time limit and wondered if he’d follow you too soon, not even giving you the chance to strip and entice him upon entrance.

You rode the elevator to your floor, anticipation thrumming in your veins at the prospect. There was a tiny bit of doubt. After all, he had plenty of reason to think it was a trap. Ill intentions knew no bounds. But you hoped. Hoped that he’d join you on this crazy idea in this random city and at this random graphic arts conference.

The paisley flooring blended well with the pinkish brown walls, striped paneling along the bottom half giving it a subtle interesting look. There were lights covered in intricate bowls, illuminating your way to your room.

Your hands shook as you opened your door, glancing behind you at the elevator doors. Was he on it now? Was he eager? Would he show? Fuck, you hoped so. You’d hate to have to take care of yourself tonight. It wouldn’t be the same.

You closed the door, scurrying inside and flipping only the lamp light on. You pushed your suitcase out of the way, cleaned up lingering trash people tended to accumulate in hotel rooms. You hurriedly locked away any valuables, your wallet and the like. Just in case. You could be a dumb bitch right now, but at least you weren’t completely lost.

You took off your dress, hanging it up in the closet. You stood there in your cream lacy bra and panties, with little bows on the sides. You liked wearing sexy things. It made you feel confident and desirable. You kept your heels on and then sat down on your bed.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock on your door. You gasped, wiping sweaty palms on your thick thighs as you got up and went to the door. The lock beeped, the mechanics whirring, as Stunna opened the door.

Seeing you standing here, posing, he stopped for a moment with a smile on his face. “Uh, damn,” he breathed, taking in your sexy form. You felt amazing under his gaze, reading the truth of his lust in his dark eyes.

He still wore the burgundy suit and he had to turn to fit into your doorframe. Standing next to him, you did have to crane your head a bit, as you looked into his eyes. He bit his lip as he made a show of looking you up and down.

Everywhere he looked, you felt like a physical caress on your skin. You felt exposed even though you were covering the good bits. “Look at you looking so pretty. All of this for me?” He asked.

You nodded. “Don’t you know that you shouldn’t play with strangers?” He asked.

You grinned and shook your head. “I couldn’t help it,” you admitted. Shocked to find that it was the absolute truth. You truly couldn’t help it. You needed this man in the worst way. An ache burrowed into your core, leaving you feeling needy and desperate.

He walked further into the room, taking one look around. He looked down, looking at your breasts and he licked his lips. “Get down on them knees,” he commanded.

You were on fire. Burning incessantly. Waves and waves of heat moving up and down your spine. You slowly got to your knees, bending down while looking him in the eyes. He smirked. “I’m clean, but I’d understand if you didn’t want to,” he said.

“I invited you up here, remember?” You asked. You fell completely to your knees, the plush carpet like heaven on your knees.

“You can say stop at any time,” he said.

Your teeth bit your bottom lip, kneel-walking closer to him. You looked up. You really had to crane your neck now. Your hands worked at his button and zipper, freeing the growing bulge between his legs. Your eyes widened. You knew that he’d be big but…he had an impressive dick print, filling out his dark briefs in the best way.

He had strong thighs, a dusting of hair on his legs. You pushed his pants down further, running your nails softly against his dick. He hissed, rolling his neck. “I can use my words,” you said.

“That right? What else that mouth do then?” He took off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the nearby chair. He loosened his tie more, unbuttoning the second button on his shirt, and then rolled up his sleeves. He revealed his forearms, strong powerful works of art.

You grinned and buried your face in his bulge, running your nose across the thick length. His fingers caressed your forehead, cheek, and chin. You moved to push down his briefs, dragging down his thighs and salivating at the thought of fitting him in your mouth.

You could feel your essence gathering between your thighs, pussy aching and throbbing, begging to be played with. His dick sprang free, bouncing, as it waved in your face. He was incredibly huge. How were you going to fit him all in?

You’d have to use both hands to satisfy this man. You looked at him as you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Stunna grabbed his dick, tapping the tip against your tongue and moaning at the sight.

You wrapped your lips around his length, suckling him down. He groaned, hands gripping the base of your neck and pulling you closer, taking him deeper. “Fuck, just like that. Get it nice and wet for your pussy,” he moaned.

You cried, picturing just that nasty image. You slobbered on him. Suckling and retreating, bobbing up and down, slurping and moaning. Hands massaging his shaft where your lips couldn’t reach. Stunna groaned as you sucked him off, grabbing a fistful of your braids.

You cried, placing your hands on his thighs for leverage. It turned you on more and more, hearing his hisses and groans, knowing that he was fully clothed while you were not. He gripped your braids tighter, lifting an eyebrow at you.

You nodded, answering his silent question. Yes, you were alright. Yes, you were getting excited with the way he made sure you felt comfortable. Whatever this man wanted, you were willing to move heaven and earth to achieve it.

“Fuck, this mouth is perfect. Damn girl, suck it like you own it. That’s all yours right there,” he moaned, encouraging you. You spat on his dick, suckling him back down.

“You want it real nice and wet for that pussy, don’t you?” He asked. You nodded, gulping him down as far as you were able.

Stunna jerked and twitched, abruptly pulling himself out of your mouth. You whined, leaning forward to try to suck him back in. “You keep doing that, I’ma bust,” he said and chuckled.

“I want you to,” you said and pouted. You had no clue how he knew. How he knew what to say or how to treat you. How easy it was to surrender. No fight, no battle, no war to be won. You saw this man and you wanted.

You wanted him in the worst way. And all it took was a little boldness on your part. A little shove in the right direction. A little clear and decisive action. Sliding your keycard to him was the wildest thing ever. Stuff of stories somewhere in the blogosphere. But here you were, catering to a man who knew what to do.

There was no coaching. No training. No room for you to argue and hassle over how to handle your body. Guys treated sex like they were lord and master over a woman’s body. As if you hadn’t spent your entire life with it. Every bump, mole, or scratch on you was accounted for. You knew your body best. So why wouldn’t a guy listen to how best to please you?

None of that arrogance was present in Stunna. He eyed you like you were a goddess. Like there were curves and rolls that he wanted to explore, he just wasn’t sure where first.

He held out his hands and helped you stand up. He grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a quick, bruising kiss. You gasped into his mouth, allowing his tongue to sweep in and explore your mouth. Your tongues dueled and danced, twirling and circling. He moaned as he sucked on your lips, tugging, feeling an answering tug in your pussy.

You were dripping, absolutely ruining your panties. His hands caressed your shoulders, moving down your sides, and finally cupping your ass. He made a deep groaning sound, squeezing your ass and separating your cheeks just because he could.

“Let me see how wet you are for me,” he said. He guided you to the bed, pulling on the middle of your panties. His knuckle brushed your wet heat and you gasped, looking at him.

He kept that same intense look in his eyes, staring at you while you moaned and whined. He bit his lip, watching you. Watching every sigh, every grimace, every jerk of your body.

“How wet that pussy get?” He asked. He continued to rub his knuckle up and down your slit. You grew wetter under his attention, oozing your essence in slow waves. Your teeth were chattering, clicking as you felt your tummy getting tighter.

You gripped onto his forearm, squeezing and feeling his tendons move as he played with your pussy. He opened his hand, fingers swirling around your clit. Fuck, you were on fire. Burning and burning with no end to the suffering.

“S-Stunna,” you stuttered.

“Oh, say it again,” he growled, voice deep and commanding respect.

“S-Stunna, fuck! Oh my god, oh my god,” you moaned.

“Mhm, loud and clear, baby,” he moaned.

You moaned louder, letting him know verbally that he was doing something very well. He dipped his middle two fingers in your pussy and you leaned off of the bed, clutching his forearm. He grabbed your wrist with his free hand, pinning it to the bed near your head.

“Keep that shit down, fuck you fighting for?” He asked. “Let that shit go. Let it all go. Let the bullshit go and come get yours,” he said.

“Yes, sir, yes, sir,” you moaned, choppy, ragged sounds escaping you. You focused on your orgasm, teased it to the front as you thought about this gorgeous man bringing you pleasure. How he seemed to be a figment of your imagination.

Something your mind conjured up, surely. There was no way he could be this perfect. This focused on your pleasure. He used this thumb to press on your clit. And like a bottle rocket, you were off. Screaming your pleasure and entering the upper atmosphere. You couldn’t breathe, clutching the sheets and bringing it to tuck under your neck as you exploded on his fingers.

Stunna cooed, watching you. “So fucking pretty. So fucking good cumming all over these fingers. Fuck, I could watch you all day and night,” he groaned. “Pussy nice and fucking juicy.”

He got to his knees, grabbing your thighs while you were momentarily out of it. You squealed as he pulled your ass off of the bed, moving your panties to the side, and then sealing his lips to your pussy.

“Oh, fuck! Stunna! Right there!” You screamed, hands flying to the back of his neck and holding on. Stunna planted his hands on your thighs and pushed, nearly folding you in half. There was pressure on your lower back, legs too thick to hold up on their own, even with his assistance.

You hooked your arms under your legs to hold them open, getting back into the groove of his tongue lapping at your juices. There were lewd, sucking noises as he ate you out. His tongue was big enough for slow circles that touched your clit and your entrance. Round and round he went, getting you worked up to the point that you couldn’t hold yourself proper anymore. You just wanted to collapse, to give in to the dying star in your heart as it wanted to blast you into pieces. Scatter you across the universe to drift endlessly.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you whispered.

“Wet ass pussy. Can suck on this shit all night,” Stunna moaned, continuing to eat you out. It was official. Stunna ruined you for all others. No one else would be able to take you to such heights. Multiple times? You were turning into liquid jelly all at the masterful way he commanded your body.

Stunna wiggled his tongue back and forth over your pussy, dipping his long tongue into your entrance before returning to your clit and becoming ruthless. He flicked his tongue faster and faster. Your tummy fluttered, getting tighter, twisting, toes curling.

“Look at me, pretty,” he demanded.

You whined as you looked to him for help. Stunna smirked. He watched you as he slobbered over your pussy, adding to your juices, and making your thighs slick. You caressed Stunna’s head, scratching his scalp.

Stunna moaned as you found a good spot, and he started to gyrate like he was already fucking into you. His arm jerked as you assumed he finally took himself into his own hands, tugging on his meat with a frenzied jerk.

You came first, exploding on his tongue while screaming his name and shaking and twitching. Your eyes rolled back into your head, body shivering, light shooting behind your eyelids.

“Stunna, Stunna, Stunna,” you hyperventilated. You needed mercy. You needed to tap out. But fuck, you were trying to make it to the finish line. Trying to be good so you could get a taste of that dick deep within your walls. You needed to get stretched out and disrespected.

Stunna moaned as you shook on your way down from your orgasm. He wrapped up eating you out, slowing down, fewer and fewer licks. You were sensitive, twitching with every stroke of his tongue.

“Stunna, please,” you rasped.

Stunna chuckled, standing up and wiping his dripping mouth. He smoothed your juices into his beard, letting you soak all of it. You licked your lips as you looked at him between half-lidded eyes.

“Time to put in work, pretty,” he said. “You still with me?”

You nodded. “This is the best sex I’ve ever had,” you said. You were beyond feeling ashamed admitting that. You’d had some satisfying lays. Some not so much. But nothing, nothing, nothing compared to Stunna. That sexy smile. That deep voice. His natural manliness that only made you want to serve him. To give him whatever he wanted. To be his free use little whore who took his big dick whenever he needed to empty his balls.

Stunna grinned, leaning over your overheated body. He kissed you. You tasted and smelled yourself on him. It only fueled you to gyrate against him. So needy already. He had been rocking your world all night and here you were begging for me. He hadn’t come once. Selfish, selfish, and yet, you continued to writhe your body against his. Silently pleading for him to go ahead and take you.

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that? Perfect,” he whispered against your lips and went right back to kissing you. He kissed you like he ate you out, sloppy, desperate, and like it gave him absolute pleasure to feel your lips on his.

Stunna stood up, and loosened the rest of his tie and slipped it over his head. He tossed it onto the floor and then went to work on his shirt, going through the buttons with unparalleled speed. He took the shirt off and you gasped, eyes widening to take in all of him.

He had an amazing, thick body. Broad shoulders. Lean hips. Legs for days. His chest rose and fell as he smirked, taking off his shoes, pants and briefs in one fell swoop. He snatched up his pants, pulling out his wallet and then pulling out a condom. You loved a prepared man.

He took his time rolling the latex down his huge dick. You watched it glide further and further down to his base. He stepped back into the heat of your body, grabbing your hips to line you up properly.

Stunna caressed your lips, thumb running across your kiss-swollen lips. “You can tell me to stop at any time,” he said.

“I know,” you whispered and nodded, giving him that clear permission to do what needed done.

Stunna grabbed his base and then guided himself inside, groaning at how you instantly gripped his dick. Sweat dripped down the side of his face. Fuck, he was gorgeous. His mouth hung open as he concentrated on your pussy, on fitting as much of him inside as he was able.

He pulled out when he met resistance, plunging back in and getting deeper. He repeated the motion, letting you get used to his size. You pushed at his stomach. Not that you wanted him to stop. But fuck, you needed to hold onto something before you came apart at the seams.

You took him more easily, all the prepwork well worth it. “Oh, oh, oh fuck,” you cried, sounds getting higher in pitch as he started to increase his strokes.

His hips moved in a roll, fucking into you. He gripped your hips, squeezing, punishing, as he continued on, slamming into your walls with enough force to shake the bed. He groaned as he found a deep rhythm, jackhammering inside your pussy.

He moved his arms to brace himself on the bed, pushing your legs up in the process. You whimpered, looking at him. It was too much. Fuck, it was too much. And yet, it was not enough. Not nearly enough.

“Oh Stunna, oh baby, oh fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back against the mattress as you lost yourself to the throes of ecstasy.

Stunna groaned. “Say it louder, pretty,” he said. He fucked and fucked, dropping his face to your chest and suckling your nipple through your bra. There was a wet heat on your chest but it wasn’t on your skin and it was driving you wild. You cried and begged, no longer aware of what you were saying.

You could be begging for the nastiest shit and you wouldn’t fucking know it. Not while he was hitting it so well. Not when he made sure to take care of you. He bit your nipple and pulled.

Pressure built in your lower tummy, churning and twisting, until you gripped onto his shoulders and cried out again. This one had to be worse than the last. You whimpered as your left leg shook violently, spasms piercing your leg. Your choppy whine made you scrunch up and start crying, the orgasm too much for you. Feeling too good, to the point of pain.

Stunna gripped your throat, hard enough to mean business, but light enough that you could escape if you wanted. You moaned, eyes in the back of your skull once more. “Squeezing my shit. You’re doing so well, pretty. So well. Pussy so juicy. So wet,” he moaned as he finally let himself go.

His tortured moan was music to your ears, face slack in relief, as his dick pulsed and throbbed inside. He felt even bigger, stretching you, splitting you open.

Your harsh breaths matched his as he leaned to the side, on his elbow, while he slowly softened inside. You rubbed his shoulders and his back, almost ashamed of the scratches you must have left there. Soft enough, he pulled out with a choked moan.

He kissed your skin, kissed your neck, leaving hot wet kisses up to your lips. He gave you a sweet, tender kiss before disappearing into the bathroom.

You were spent. Blissed out. Fucked to within an inch of your life. All you could do was stare in a daze at the ceiling, wondering what the fuck just happened. Sure, you were there for the festivities, but you were at a loss. There were no thoughts in your head. No swirling, lingering worries about the conference or the lecture you had to give tomorrow.

Stunna returned to the room, running a warm washcloth between your legs. You whimpered and slapped at his arm.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. You made such a mess, pretty,” he cooed as he cleaned you up, flipping the washcloth and rubbing down your thighs as well. You felt so cherished. So in tune with him.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Stunna chuckled. “No, thank you. I’ve never felt like that with anyone else,” he said.

“Me neither,” you gushed and smiled.

You couldn’t believe that your ho phase was starting at your big age but you were here for it. Here for more chances like this. You’d likely never see him again, long distance relationships never working out for anyone. You were too greedy. Too needy. You wanted to climb underneath whoever you were with and never come up for air. You couldn’t do that if the guy was halfway across the country.

“Give me a minute or two to recover. I’m currently paralyzed,” you said and huffed a laugh.

Stunna laughed. He climbed onto the bed and helped you sit up further. You remained on your bed, staring up at him. He laid on his side, head on his hand and leaning against his elbow. He used his right hand to trail his fingers up and down your body, creating a lazy figure 8 pattern.

You talked well into the night, learning more and more about each other’s interests. You moved from video games, to books, to movies. When your yawns became too frequent, barely able to keep your eyes open, Stunna kissed both of your eyelids and ordered you to get under the covers.

He scooted in behind you after turning off the light. “I can leave if you want me to,” he offered.

You wiggled your ass against his front, dick fitting into the crook of your ass. He was huge even at rest. You sighed in deep contentment, snuggling into his heated chest. “Stay. I got plans for you,” you said.

Stunna chuckled and got more comfortable, pulling you into his body. He sighed as well, flexing his hand over your belly in a possessive way that made your heart skip.

“Well, then, I have to stick around for these plans. Sneak peak?” He asked.

Your answering snores let him know that you were gone, off in dreamland. He chuckled and kissed your forehead, whispering good night and sending a quiet prayer to the universe, thanking it for bringing you to him.

The end.

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space-cowgirllll · 3 days

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Die With A Smile

Outbreak Day with ex-girlfriend Abby?

a/n: idk what lady gaga and bruno put in this song fr. I should have been studying for an Ochem exam but here we are lol.

"Government officials met today to discuss the recent spikes in hospitalizations all across the globe over the past week, with talks of setting up government run quarantine zones in all major cities."

You perk up from your spot on the couch, trading the carton of ice cream in your hands for the TV remote. The local newswoman's voice fills the quiet space as the volume increases. You immediately recognize the hospital in the background.

"Hospital staff everywhere are overwhelmed with the influx of patients coming in with symptoms of this mysterious virus. For the time being it is highly recommended that any travel plans be postponed. International flights have started being cancelled, leaving hundred of people stranded. The CDC advises everyone to remain calm and continue to follow your city's imposed emergency curfews as they work towards finding the cause."

The face-mask you'd slathered on earlier hardens as she lists off the symptoms to look out for: sudden mood changes, muscle spasms, and slurred speech. You can't wrap your mind around a simple virus causing all this. Your stomach sinks in realization, this is definitely more serious than anybody was letting on.

Without even thinking you reach for your phone, quickly scrolling through your contact list until you land on the one person you've been avoiding. Abby, your ex girlfriend of six months. Your finger hovers over her number, wondering if this was worth breaking three months of no contact when loud screams come from the television. You look up just in time to see the blast of an explosion before the screen goes blank. Static stares back you.

Your finger mashes down on the touchscreen with zero hesitation as you run to the sink, hands desperately scrubbing at your face while you wait for her to answer. You don't even stop to consider you might be blocked.

Please pick up, please pick up, please.

"Hello?" Abby's panicked voice sounds through the phone.

"Oh my god Abs. Are you okay?" You ramble. "I just saw the news and I- there was an explosion."

"I had to home to change. " Her voice is shaky, turn signal clicks faintly in the background. "I was still close enough to- OH MY GOD!" The sound of tires screeching drown out Abby's curses. A loud boom sounds off outside, this one feels closer. "I'm....to...you" Is the last thing you hear before the line goes dead.

You throw the phone across the room, a string of curses leaving your mouth. The open window of your living room lets you hear the chaos outside before you can see it. Helicopters fly overhead and sirens sound off in the near distance. One by one, porch lights come on as your neighbors step out of their homes, confusion etched on their faces.

The sound of a door slamming open catches everyone's attention. Out of the corner of your eye you see the outlines of two people moving towards the road. Your neighbor, Claire, yells as her husband chases after her. His movements far too quick and erratic for someone his age.

Everyone watches in shock as he catches up to her, mouth attacking the side of her neck, effectively silencing her screams. The sight is gory. You stand frozen as some of the braver ones try to help, only to be met with a similar fate before he runs off into the middle of the road, searching for his next victim. Chaos quickly ensues, people run off back to their homes, garages pop open as some try to make a quick escape. You stagger back, knocking into the side table beside the couch. A picture frame falls over, shattering loudly on wood floor.

To your absolute horror, his head snaps to your window. For the first time, you're able to catch a glimpse of him up close. Gone was the sweet old man who would help you with yard work in those first few months after Abby moved out. The skin of his face is molted, almost as if something was eating away at it. Once sparkling blue eyes are completely glazed over. The bloodthirsty look on his face sends you reeling.

His mouth parts open letting out a loud screech, ready to lunge through the thin window screen when a familiar black truck slams into him. Abby hops out, mouth moving quickly as she shouts something at you. Between the ringing in your ears and the loud screams outside you don't register what she says. Your eyes blink rapidly, hoping the sight of your elderly neighbor under her front tire is just your imagination. In your peripheral you see the front door swing open, Abby's keychain hanging from the lock.

Strong hands grip you by the shoulders, shaking you out of your stupor. "Baby what are you doing? We have to go!"

Her woodsy scent envelopes you as she scoops you up and carries you out bridal style before tossing you in the passenger seat. Fingers clench into the leather as the truck reverses, disturbing the once perfect lawn. Your flowerbeds and mailbox becoming casualties in the process too.

You peel your eyes off the dash, looking out the window as she flies through residential neighborhoods. More and more people are starting to trickle out from the safety of their homes. Some running with only the clothes on their backs, others quickly shoving personal belongings in their vehicles.

Your voice is shaky when you finally speak up. "What's going on Abigail?"

She exhales heavily, looking exhausted. "I don't know."

"Are they all like that?"

Her jaw clenches. "The ones I've been treating are in the early stages of their symptoms, but beds are full. We've been told to turn people away to recover at home." She huffs. "I don't even wanna know how many of them are out there running around like that."

You hesitantly rub her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, slowly pulling back when she tenses. Her throat clears and the skin of her knuckles turns white as she tightens her grip on the wheel.

"So what are we doing?"

You're shocked when she shrugs her shoulders. Abby always had a plan. You wrack your brain, trying to think of something.

"My parent's cabin up north! We could go there." You suggest. "Y'know until everything settles down."

She makes a sharp right, following the signs pointing her to the nearest on ramp. Her fist slams against the wheel when you pull up to the main highway just five minutes later. It seems like everyone had the same idea. Cars are honking, people are screaming. Nobody is moving. The thought of sitting in bumper to bumper traffic right now doesn't sound like a smart idea.

"My apartment's in the city." Abby suddenly states. "They were setting up barricades when I left for work this morning. Flyers talking about a quarantine zone."

She doesn't wait for your approval, sending the truck speeding towards her place. The closer you get to the city, the more erratic Abby's driving becomes. It's clear your little suburban bubble was late to the news of the outbreak. Downtown Seattle is absolute madness. Everywhere you look there's something happening. Those infected chase people up and down the streets, tackling the ones too slow to outrun them. Shops that you can remember being there your whole life are now ablaze.

You grip onto the handle above your head watching wide eyed as Abby plows through debris in the street. Bile rises in your throat when you realize she most likely driving over the dead bodies left behind.

The truck slows to a crawl. Concrete barricades were placed closer together here, making it impossible to get through. She silently curses at the fact that you're gonna have to leave the safety of the car and make the rest of the journey on foot. She grabs your face between her hand, forcing you to look her in the eye.

"Get ready to run baby."

Your hand is on the handle when something crashes into your door. A scream gets caught in your throat as the infected bangs on the glass of your window before setting it's sights on the blonde. She's halfway out of the truck when she gets tackled to the ground. Her hands shoot out using all her strength to keep it from attacking her

"Abby!"

She screams at you to run. Her arms are getting tired of holding this ridiculously strong freak back. Her hold is quickly slipping. Accepting her fate she screws her eyes shut bracing for the inevitable. A loud whack and she doesn't realize there's no longer any weight holding her down until your panicked voice is in her ear.

"Holy fuck! Are you okay?"

You crouch beside her, a bloody metal pipe in your hands. Keeping a watchful eye on the body laying just inches from hers. She slaps your hand away, wincing when she gets up on her own.

"Why would you do that?!" She whisper yells, unsure whether to kiss you for saving her or punching you for putting yourself in danger. "I told you to run!"

"I could never just leave you like that. You're welcome." You say through labored breaths. With a roll of her eyes she grabs your hand, sprinting in the direction of her building.

You're thankful it's a short run from the car to her place. The two of you able to successfully hide from any other infected. It doesn't take long for either of you to realize that their vision sucks.

The stairs up to her place are a feat of its own. You huff and puff up to the nineteenth floor, legs on fire when you finally walk through the door.

Her apartment is spotless, because of course it is. Floor to ceiling windows give you a clear view of what seems to be the end of the world.

"Oh my god." You stand in the middle of her room, watching in horror as explosions go off in my the distance. The ground beneath you shakes as they get closer and closer.

Abby shakes her head in disbelief clearly putting two and two together.

"It's so heavily populated here. They don't see the point in trying to separate the healthy from the infected." She whispers. Tears well in her eyes watching a plane purposefully fly into the ground off in the distance. The large blast setting fire to everything around it. There are more right behind it. "We're so fucked."

You watch as the fight leave her body. Your throat locks up, unable to scream at her. Wobbly legs pace back and forth in the small space trying to think of something that might work. Deep down you know it's pointless. There's no way you'd make it out of the city alive. Soft sobs wrack your body at the realization that this really is the end.

Her shoulders slump as she sits on the bed. She gnaws on her lower lip to keep from crying too loud. "Can I hold you?"

You nod, legs feeling like jelly. Abby reaches for you, pulling you up towards the headboard. The two of you lay beside each other breathing heavily with your hands intertwined. Tears stream down her face and onto the pillow under her head.

She reaches over and kisses you, her shaking hand plays with the baby hairs on the nape of your neck. "My biggest regret was letting you go."

You watch face as she continues talking, lips moving against yours. "I had to stop myself from driving past the house every single day." She laughs. "Would have sat outside your door until you took me back."

"I wish you would have." You admit through a watery smile.

"I never stopped loving you. I just want you to know that." She whispers, lips moving to kiss your temple.

"I should have never left." Your lips meet the skin of neck tasting the salty tears that have pooled there. "I love you too Abby. So much it hurts."

"I can't believe this is what it took for us to realize how stupid we were." She mumbles into your hair. Your face burrows into the crook of her neck. "I'm so sorry baby."

"I'm glad you came for me." You tell her, but you know she doesn't hear it.

The walls start shaking, sending everything tumbling to the floor. You're no longer able to hear anything over the sound of a loud engine approaching. Her arms tighten around you, the two of you curl into each other.

There's a jarring beeping in your ear just as it all goes black.

You shoot up in bed, heart in your throat. The sound of your heavy breathing almost drowns out the harsh beeping of your alarm. Reaching over you rip the cord from the wall sitting in silence for a moment while your heartbeat returns to normal.

The sun is shining outside, laughter from the kids across the street flows in through the small opening of your window. A lawnmower goes off in the distance.

Shaking hands fist the cool cotton of your sheets. The soft material grounding you. You look around the small room. Everything looks just as you left it. There's an empty bottle of wine on the dresser and you roll your eyes at yourself.

That explains it.

You're okay.

It was all a dream.

You jump out of bed, rushing to the bathroom before taking the stairs two at a time almost snapping an ankle. The entryway table shakes when you snatch the keys from on top of it. The warm August breeze that hits you when you walk outside makes you feel renewed.

The quiet neighborhood looks as it always does. A couple of people are out watering their lawns while some head out for church. Claire sits on her front porch drinking a cup of coffee, giving you a little wave when she spots you pulling out of your driveway and it's a miracle you don't burst into tears. Using muscle memory you quickly punch in the number you know by heart, waiting with bated breath for an answer. "Hello?"Your shoulders drop in relief at the sound of her voice. She's okay.

"Where are you?"

"At home," she pauses "why?"

"Perfect." You hang up before she can reply. Tossing the phone on the passenger seat you press your foot down on the gas.

You make it to Abby's apartment building in record time, parking haphazardly by the curb. There's a ninety nine percent chance you'll come back to a parking ticket stuck to your windshield but you don't care.

There's a moment on the elevator ride up to the nineteenth floor where you second guess yourself. Aware of how ridiculous you look in mix matched pajamas going to try and win your ex girlfriend back. You steel your nerves reminding yourself of how horrible those last few seconds of your nightmare were. If she kicks you out you can at least say you tried.

Abby answers the door looking mouth watering in a black tank top and gray shorts, her messy hair pulled back in a low bun. "Alright, how many traffic laws did you break on your way over here?"

"You don't wanna know." You pant, throwing yourself into her arms.

She catches you with a soft grunt, hesitating for a second before wrapping her arms around you. The familiar scent of pine engulfs you.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?" Her teasing tone makes your face heat up. "I don't think random house visits on a Sunday at 8 AM fall under no contact." She quips.

"I love you!" The words are out before you can stop yourself. "I love you and I don't want to go another day without letting you know that walking away from you was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I regret it every single day."

Abby leans back against the door with her hands still on your hips. There's a tiny grin on her face watching you spill your guts, you’re too worked up to notice. "I know we're both at the peak of our careers. I know we're busy, and there will be days we don't even get to see each other, but I'm tired of living like this. I miss you."

You sniffle pathetically into her chest. "The world could end tomorrow and I don't want to regret never telling you how I felt." Thumbs wipe gently at your tears. "And if you don't feel the same way I underst- mmph!"

Her lips meet yours in a soft kiss, hands wandering under your shirt to caress the soft skin of your back. Neither of you make a move to deepen it, content to take it slow.

Abby pulls back first. Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she stares down at you. It suddenly hits you how much you've missed her. She brings her forehead to rest against yours.

"Took you long enough baby."

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portgasdwrld · 6 months

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☆ Special candy

Summary; Ace ate a candy and turned into the opposite sex lol, I feel like it would be a dumb situation he would put himself into 💀🏃🏻‍♀️

Warning: f!reader, fluff/comedy

Authors note: I finally came to the rescue of the Ace’s fic shortage

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Earlier in the day at an island ⁑

You two passed by a boutique who looked quite old and there was bunch of unique objects outside of the store, which automatically caught y’all eyes.

-They have cool bracelets! We should get matching ones babe!

Ace enthusiastically exclaimed grabbing two bracelet and heading inside the old store. You chuckled and followed your boyfriend inside, with a smile.

A woman who seemed to be a bit older than you two welcomed y’all into the store. She pushed her dark long hair behind her shoulder as she fixed her glasses and continued knitting, which seemed to be scarf.

-Mmm, look there is more options..

Ace pointed at with a serious expression. He got closer to the wall where multiple bracelets were hanging. You approached him and started observing them with him.

-If you buy two, you get a discount in the rings.

The woman spoke without looking at us. Ace looked at you brushing off his shoulders. He wasn’t really into rings but he pointed them, insisting you look to see if you like anything. As you looked through them, he walked around the store, a smile floating on his lips to the view of all the weird objects.

-Y’all are a couple?

The seller asked as she leaned over her counter, putting away her knitting project.

-Yeah, why?

Ace asked, his back faced to her. You glanced over at your boyfriend as you walked back to him with nothing, no ring really interested you.

-Y’all wanna try some candies ?

-Candies?

You asked with a cocked eyebrow. You directly thought it was probably some sex thing candy with aphrodisiac propriety. The 2nd commander finally looked back at her.

-I won’t say what exactly what it does, but it might be fun…

-Um n-

-Yeah why not?

Ace beat you to it and accepted as you were about to refuse.

Clearly who were you to just take some random candies from a sketchy boutique.

-You don’t even know whats in the candy

You stated as you rolled your eyes, following him to the cash where he put the two bracelets down, ready to pay.

-Don’t worry it’s not a drug, but I assume as you two seem to be pirates, a little movement in your daily life might be fun and interesting.

You furrowed your eyebrows at her word. You seemed to be the only one skeptic while your lover was done paying. She grabbed a green box with two blue candies. She put each one in a separate bag and slid a note in yours.

-I slid a note for you as you don’t seem to trust me too much. You can read it, but I think it will spoil the fun

She continued with a smile. She didn’t seem like any harm, but you still weren’t very excited about trying something weird from a stranger. Your man grabbed his bag and handed yours with one of the bracelets.

-Alright, thanks !

Ace smiled as he waved at the lady. She smiled back and as we left her store, she went back into knitting with a mischievous smirk.

Later that day ⁑

You threw the shopping bags in a corner in Ace’s room as you jumped into the bed, totally exhausted from walking everywhere. Discovering a new island with him is visiting at least 5 restaurants a day, looking through most boutiques, visiting unpopular spots and making out somewhere and then ending the day at some bar with the rest of the crew. You were exhausted to say the least.

Ace laughed as he watched you laid down on the bed.

-already tired ?

-shut up

You mumbled in a tired tone that stirred another chuckle out of the pirate. You rolled on your back, but something got out of your pocket: the blue candy. You totally forgot about it with everything.

-Oh the weird drug

You said without much enthusiasm as you watched the pink bag on the floor. With a quick move, you grabbed it. Your boyfriend took it out of his pocket with a smirk.

-Should we try it ?

-You do it without me

-Awww come onnn, babeeee

-Nooooo

You pushed yourself further into the sheets, letting your fatigue get the best of you. There was no way you were eating this. You threw the bag in the small bin close to his bed.

-You’re boring

Ace said with a pout and he quickly ate the candy. You honestly didn’t have the energy to scold him or care so you just watched him with a deadpan expression.

-How do you feel?

-Normal?

-Nice, now come lay down with me.

You changed into your pyjama as he slid under the sheets with a simple pair of boxer. You wrapped an arm over his torso and he left a kiss over your forehead as his arm wrapped your shoulders.

-I’m a bit disappointed

-huh?

- the candy

-…I told you it was sketchy

-yeah..

He yawned before pulling you more into him. You chuckled softly to yourself as you shook your head.

-Goodnight, baby~

-Mm..goodnight..

He mumbled as he quickly fell asleep.

***

You didn’t remember that you were so comfortable. Your head was lying down a plushy surface, but as much as you were terribly comfortable, Ace’s hair kept brushing into your face, tickling your nose. You did a mental note to yourself to cut his hair that might have gotten longer than you noticed. You grumbled as you stirred awake. You rolled on your back where you started at the ceiling for a moment to get your eyes used to being open. You rubbed them before turning to your side to stare at Aces sleepy figure.

What you didn’t expect was to literally see a naked woman in the bed just next to you. You screamed in total shock and pushed her & the sheets down the bed. You quickly grabbed Aces dagger on the night stand and shakily sat on the bed, ready to attack.

-Who tf are you??!

You asked completely shaken by the situation. Were you kidnapped in your sleep ?? Did someone broke into Ace room and locked him out or something?

The mysterious woman finally started to raise from the floor and rubbed her head from the shock.

-Waw..what a way to wake up babe..

You paused for a second.

Babe…

Don’t…

You lowered a little the dagger and looked down at the stranger. She was truly not wearing anything than maybe some black shorts. She had brown wavy hair up to her shoulders and had freckles on her cheeks. She looked at you, big brown sleepy eyes.

-Don’t tell me…

-What’s wrong ?

-What’s your name ?

-Huh?

-Just…just answer please…

-Babe, did you lose your memory while sleeping? I’m Ace, your hot boyfrie-WHAAAATTT?? WHY DO I HAVE BOOBS!!?

You finally dropped the dagger on the bed totally defeated. You pushed back your hair, totally stressed out.

This fkg dumbass.

-I guess you’re a woman now..

-HUUHH?? No..no I need to see Marco!

Ace, out of panic, quickly stood up and was about to head outside when you rushed to him and closed the door shut. You leaned against the door and pushed a pillow against his bare chest.

-You can’t go out with your boobs out, dummy! You only have your boxer on!

-Oh..yeah you’re right..

He admitted after looking down at himself.

-let me lend you a shirt or something..

You grumbled to yourself. It was so his type of behaviour to accidentally eat a candy like that. It still felt weird to talk to your boyfriend when he literally was a woman right now, he still was as stunning though.

-Ew, not a shirt, too hot for that

-Ugh you’re so annoying, wanna walk in a bra then?

You said sarcastically as you looked into your basket of clothes.

-That seems about a good idea-OOOooooOh I’m so hot!

You turned around to see him admire himself in the mirror, looking at his face attentively.

-Ugh, I knew I would be a baddie even as a girl.

You scoffed and threw him a red bikini top.

-Here, it matches your aesthetic pretty girl~

You teased him, but it fell on deaf ears. Ace was too focused on his new pair of boobs.

-STOP PLAYING WITH THEM!

You yelled frustrated and flustered as you grabbed the bikini top that fell on the floor. Ace stared at you with his hands still on them.

-Remove your hands, ima fix the top for you so you look somewhat decent outside.

-Thank you baby, you know I love you so much~

He said as he leaned to kiss you, but still unfamiliar with the visual, you stepped back. Your boyfriend furrowed his eyebrows and you gave him a sorry smile, before pecking his lips.

-Sorry baby, I’m still getting used to it

He gave you a warm smile, stealing a kiss from your lips this time.

-I know, let’s fix this thing so I’m back to normal. I wonder how long it last?

You were now fixing the top at the back, tying it up and making sure he was comfy and had some support.

-Now, that I think of it. Didn’t the lady gave me a paper with all the explanation?

-You’re right! It must still be in the bin!

You walked to the bin and started to search for the bag as Ace put his usual accessories and shorts on.

-Babe…

-Yes?

-I don’t have a dick anymore…

You stayed silent for few seconds contemplating on how to answer this obvious realization. His hand was now on his crotch. He pushed his hair behind his ears as he looked at you with big eyes, totally shocked.

-I found the bag

You ignored his statement and opened the little bag with the candy and the note. You started to read the few lines and sighed relieved.

-Okay it says, it should last a couple of hours, so nothing to worry.

-Nice! Now I’m starving so let’s go eat something!

-The crew is definitely going to be startled !

You laughed as you stared at Ace, still not believing the situation. Your brain couldn’t understand that the person sitting next to you was the man you loved so much, but in your heart nothing truly changed. He chuckled and pecked your cheek as he took your hand in his.

-Yeah, it’s definitely gonna be a lesson

-Will it really be tho?

-Mmm, I don’t know I’m too hungry to think

-Ugh, i gotta admit you are a cute girl~

-Then you know we have few hours to explore this body?

He said wiggling his eyebrows.

-Ace..

-What? I’m curious to know how it fe-

-Let’s go eat!

You heard your boyfriend laugh behind you as you ran to the door. You were starting to be very hungry too and all that mess deserved a well balanced breakfast.

*****

EXTRA

-Hopefully that will be a lesson to this idiot to not eat anything and islander give him-oi

Marco commented with a smirk as he bit into an apple.

-You really think it’s gonna solve his reckless behaviour?

You commented as you shook your head. The commanders have been making fun of Ace since he showed up at the dining hall. It started by total confusion until you explained what happened, which sparked everyone to laugh and tease the second division commander.

-Y’all..are talking…too much sh-

Ace started between huge bites of food and eventually fell asleep.

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♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Just sexual tension in this chap hehe, more explicit as we go. Gojo is still kinda a dick lol

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 3,907

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished on Ao3 but I'm going to slowly get it all up here!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The ballroom was unbelievable, even grander than most of the events you had helped Gojo prepare for. Shimmering chandeliers hung above your heads, casting a warm glow along the men and women below them. An orchestra was spread out playing all over, violinists in balconies, cellists and bassists joined the dance floor, along with waiters and waitresses serving hors d'oeuvres and champagne.

As your heels tapped along the marble floor, you both made your way into the ballroom, Gojo on your arm. You couldn't help but notice the way heads turned to you both. His charisma was undeniable. Women swooned as they passed, men nodded in respect. Men’s eyes went up and down you, and there were whispers abound at the sight of you two.

“Told you that dress is killer.” Gojo murmured in your ear. You felt your cheeks overheat into a blush.

“They’re looking at you.” You mumble. Gojo looks down at you with a smirk.

“Not only me. But it’s true, I do just walk and make women wet.” He winked at you, and you rolled your eyes, unable to hide a smile.

“You’re too much.” As the words fell out, you saw his grin, and cursed yourself.

“Shit, not like that…”

Suguru Geto came up to you both, then, tall and elegant in a navy blue suit, long dark hair tied back in a top knot, the bottom half flowing. He always looked good, just like Gojo. The two were partners of Kamo tower, and owned a casino together, long friends but they also had a lot of banter between them, as if there was some competition the two held.

Geto was bowing over your hand, taking it and kissing it, like you were in some 1800’s movie. You smiled. Gojo scowled. Geto’s eyes took in your outfit, lingering at your chest, and then peeking over at Gojo, who tensed next to you. Geto had a smirk on his face before looking back at you with dark brown eyes.

“You look exquisite, my lady.” He teased, and you giggled, making Gojo’s grip on your arm tighten.

“Thank you very much, Sir. How are you this evening?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

“That’s enough.” Gojo’s voice cut them off, and you and Geto couldn't help but grin at each other. “Shitheads.”

“You!” Geto and you grinned at each other.

“It’s like two children.” Gojo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with frustration. Geto and you always got along well. He was Nanami’s boss, so you know he overworked his employees too, but it seemed he was easier on them than Gojo was with you. No 2AM coke binge rescues or the like.

“Dance later?” Geto asked you. You nodded.

“Of course. We’ll see if the old ballroom courses of my childhood are still any good.” You mused with a little wink.

“And me? Your date ?” Gojo whispered.

“Fake date. Kinda.” He scowls at you. “Yes, you too. I guess.”

Geto snorted at you. “Catch you two later. Gojo, try not to embarrass yourself please.”

“Never.” Gojo held two long fingers in a salute, yanking you away and sauntering over to a waitress. She melted as Gojo smiled. Bastard had charm.

He hands you a glass of wine. “Thank you.”

He nods his head and you take a sip of the pink liquid, tart but sweet, letting it hit your tongue, moaning in delight. When your eyes open, he’s staring at you, intensely with those damn devil eyes. You tilt your head curiously, but before you say anything, one of the main donor couples comes up to you both. Older couple, stuck up but obviously, they regard you.

“May I introduce my assistant, and date, tonight.” Gojo tells them your name, then, and they greet you formally. “She’s a Yale grad. Law school. Don’t ask me how I convinced her to work for me.” Gojo gave a charming grin.

“It’s so lovely to meet you, we’ve heard a lot about Mr. Gojo’s mysterious assistant.” The woman says, and you tried not to show how uncomfortable you were under the scrutiny. Gojo just… talked you up? Wow.

“Indeed. You’ve helped catapult Mr. Gojo in quite a manner. Makes sense that you’d be in law.” The man agreed.

“Oh, thank you two. It’s such a pleasure.” You shake both of their elegantly gloved hands, smiling cordially. “It definitely has been a good partnership for us both. We have been making moves.”

Gojo stiffened. “I will catch you two later.” He unceremoniously dragged you to a balcony, then, as if you’d teleported it was so fast.

You blink, taking in your surroundings, the cool night air hitting your bare shoulders and back, making you shiver. Gojo had backed you up against the railing, an arm on either side of you on the balustrade, leaning down to peer into your eyes, his own shimmering from the moonlight outside. You briefly just let yourself lose it in them. But only for a moment.

“What’s wrong?” You ask softly, and try to peer behind him, however he’s too tall, shoulders too broad, trapping you.

“You said it like you’re leaving.” He bit out the words.

“Well, I probably am.”

“Give me a chance to change your mind.”

You sigh. “Gojo, this show you’re putting on or whatever… like acting as if you’re interested in me now… it’s weird. Let’s not end on horrible terms.”

You reach out to his shoulders, and he pushes forward, intimidating, towering over you even as he bent at the waist. You lick your lips. His eyes darted to them like a hawk.

“Give me the two weeks to change your mind. If you still want to leave me, then I will not complain. Deal?”

You sigh, hating the nearness, the way he made you ache. Your body came alive with his nearness. “Fine. I will give it some thought. Also I wouldn’t leave without finding and training someone.”

“I want you, though. To work… for me.” He trailed off, looking to the side, as if even he was confused at his words.

“I’ll give it some time, okay. Back off psycho.” You shove had his hard chest, ignoring how good it feels against your palms. He grins, glinting in the night, as did the silver of his hair that fell low over his brow.

“Good girl.” He teased you, and you sighed, reaching up to slick back the little spike of his hair that had fallen. It grew quiet between you both, your hand pausing there, breath catching in your chest.

“Your hair was…”

“Yeah.”

“Mmm.”

The thudding of your hearts melded together, the noises of the music and chattering distant.

“You gonna dance with me too? Or just Suguru.”

You laugh a bit, letting your hand fall. “I’ll dance with you too.”

“Bet I dance better than you.”

“Bet taken.” You shoved him off, and he let you go finally, walking back into the decadent hall.

You two talk to numerous donors and other CEOs, breaking off at a certain point so he could tackle the older ladies, you the older men. Nanami pops into your field of vision, then. You grow embarrassed, thinking about what had just happened in the limo, what you’d said…

Nanami’s glasses are off, a rare sight, similar to Gojo’s shades, and his light green eyes were showing. He smiles at you, with a little glass plate of treats in one hand.

“Hungry?” He asks. You nod, popping a little tart into your mouth.

“Delicious. Ugh thank you! I forgot to eat anything.” You nibble on another, and he gives you a tired half smile.

“Working on the birthday hmm? Fucking Gojo.”

“I know. It hasn’t been the worst, though. I really… didn’t have any plans anyway. But I wanted to relax.”

“No plans… sounds like me.” He sighed with a little chuckle, and then his eyes narrowed, and you noticed Gojo’s scowling across the room at the two of you. “What’s his deal today?”

“He found out I may quit and he’s super fucking pissed.” You grumble.

“Quit? And leave me alone in the shithole?” Nanami frowned, and you felt bad suddenly.

“I wasn’t a hundred percent yet, but now Gojo wants to try to convince me to stay here.”

“Well yeah, you do everything but change and feed the little asshole.” You cover a laugh with your hand, and Gojo walks toward you all, thankfully getting stopped by one of his colleagues, but he manages to shoot a piercing gaze your way. “No, he looks mad at me. Hmm.”

You want to fall into the earth as you think of what you had said in the limo once more, and Gojo was back on the prowl, standing tall in the sea of swaying bodies.

Fuck don’t say anything, Satoru.

“What’s wrong?” Nanami calls your name, shaking you out of your reverie. You plaster on a fake smile.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Hmm.” He eyes you then. “You look beautiful by the way, birthday girl.”

You flush under his praise, looking down, shy like some little school girl again. A compliment from Nanami was always sincere. “Thank you, Nanami.”

“ Thank you, Nanami .” Came Gojo’s silken voice, higher pitched as it mocked you openly. Nanami grimaced next to you.

Nanami tensed, nodding. “Gojo.”

“Kento.” Gojo practically bit the word out.

They scowled at each other for a long moment, and soon Geto had joined, enjoying himself thoroughly. He called out your name.

“Dance, love?” Geto holds out his hand, and you watch as Nanami and Gojo both scowl at him.

“She’s promised me one.” Gojo snatches your hand up. You glare up at him, snatching it right back.

“I was going to ask for one with the birthday girl.” Nanami was so sweet, you think to yourself, even if he looked like he wanted to punch Gojo. You also wanted to punch Gojo.

“My my, you’re the lady of the evening.” Came another voice, and you turned to see Ieri Shoko, Geto’s partner. She also wore a black gown, shorter, cinching in at the waist. Her dark circles rivaled yours and Nanami’s, no, they were deeper. But it kind of suited her pretty face.

“Hello, Shoko.” Gojo winked at her. She rolled her eyes.

“Gojo… you’re…. Here. Hmm.” Shoko shrugged, irritating Gojo to no end, and you lived for it, unable to conceal your grin. “Who will you dance with first, hmm?” She asked you.

Shit.

You looked at them all, then looked back at her with a smirk. “You, Shoko?”

She laughed softly at that, rubbing your shoulder, shaking you just a bit. “I’d pick Nanami.”

“Bitch.” Gojo got a stomp on the foot, and grunted, scowling over to Shoko. “Ahem. My apologies. I’ll dance with Shoko, she’s begging me, you know, and get a dance after.”

“Fuck I don’t want to…”

Shoko got led out to the floor by Gojo, then, and you watched on in amusement, ignoring some odd budding feeling that joined that.

“You two dance first. I will catch you after. I’m quite enjoying this show.” Geto winked at you, popping a snack into his mouth and heading on, leaving you with Nanami, which grew more awkward as you struggled to keep your mind off of earlier. Nanami holds his hand out, and you put yours in his.

You two step out, amongst the crowded ballroom floor, and before you know it, you are gracefully dancing with Nanami Kento, his steady hazel gaze upon you. Yes, they were hazel, you determined.

As you twirled and swayed, you felt a sudden surge of unease wash over you for some reason. You glanced towards the far end of the room, where Gojo watched you, his piercing blue eyes fixed intently upon you as he danced.

A flicker of anger flashed across his handsome features, his usually playful demeanor replaced by an icy glare, directed where Nanami’s hands rested on your waist. Your heart pounded in your chest as you continued to dance with Nanami, your every move seemingly observed by Gojo's watchful gaze.

“You’re quite the dancer.” Nanami said softly, and you focused back on him, then, your feet moving in sync with his own in a fluid, slow motion.

“You’re always so nice to me.”

“You’re a good person. Not too many in this industry. Or the world, for that matter.”

“Always so serious.” You teased, hand tightening a bit on the tan jacket he wore, feeling his well muscled arms underneath. “But thank you. I always appreciate you, it’s nice to have someone at work to feel comfortable with. I think we would hang out and be friends if allowed to have a life.”

Nanami’s eyes took you in, seriously, appraising you. “I think I could squeeze in time to… hang out… as you say. If you stay.” The words sounded so odd coming from Nanami, as if he were just too elegant to say ‘hang out.’. You smirk.

“Netflix and chill, you mean?” Nanami turned red, clearing his throat and spinning you around. “I’m teasing!”

“Ahem.”

“You’re blushing. The Nanami Kento.” You flutter your eyelashes at him, and his grip tightens just a bit as he lets out the smallest laugh.

“I would…”

“Song’s over.” Gojo came sauntering up, then. “You know, Kento, my little assistant here said that out of anyone in the office, she-”

Gojo’s next words were muffled by your hand, one hand yanking him down by his shirt so he could bend far enough for your hand to reach. Nanami blinked, confused, and Gojo licked your palm, making you yank it back. You let out a fake laugh, nudging Gojo with your elbow harshly.

“Aha I said you were my best… co worker!” You proclaimed proudly.

“She said you’re hot as-”

“Hot as a friend! Sure did!” You shoved Gojo away, or tried to, however he was surprisingly heavy for being skinny. He didn’t budge, amused expression, practically fucking devious. He raised a brow, one side of his mouth tilting up.

Nanami frowned. “Hot as a friend.” He carefully repeated. You wanted to smack yourself. Would Gojo really ruin the one possible crush you had by making you super awkwardly ruin it?

He sure would.

“She means to say she’d ride…”

“Ride a… horse sometime! It’s a dream of mine.” Nanami blinked. “Ahem, Satoru, care to dance?” You asked, your voice high pitched, crackling. Gojo's lush lips curled into a smirk as he extended his hand, his grip surprisingly gentle.

“As the Lady commands.” He gives you a mocking bow, eyes looking up at you, and you smile at Nanami apologetically, knowing you’ve confused the ever loving shit out of him.

“Thank you for the dance, Nanami.” You smile, and his eyes narrow at Gojo before he nods, walking off. As you step into Gojo’s embrace, you jerk, for it’s like a hum of electricity when his hands hit your waist. Big, giant hands, wrap around your small waist with ease. He made you feel extra small.

“Never thought you’d ask.” Gojo took you and spun you by the arm, in a fancy little pirouette, before bending you backwards over his forearm, slipping you back up and making you gasp.

“Jesus… you sure can fucking move.” You murmur, in confusion, but you had to admit you were impressed.

He knew, too, with his self satisfied grin. “You haven’t seen shit yet, baby girl.” Gojo spun you again, bringing him against your chest, lifting your leg to wrap around his own, bending forward.

“Baby girl again, hmm?” Your voice was breathy. It was hot to be just tossed back and forth into and out of his arms, as the music played. “Why call me that?”

“Because I like to.” He stood you up to where you were back against him, and small applause shot out, making you realize they’d watched you all.

“I stroked your ego too much.”

“You should stroke other things.”

“Satoru!” You huffed, vivid imagery of what at the moment was hard pressed against your tummy. You gulp. “You’re amazing though. At dancing.”

“I’m amazing at everything.”

“And so modest.” Your eyes roll back, shaking your head at him. Gojo eases you against him as the song changes, and your hands go up against his chest, finding him warm, firm, heartbeat slow and steady.

“Fuck modesty. It’s bullshit.”

“Is it?”

“Mmm.” Why did the man basically purr and moan his words? It made it difficult to stay irritated with him. “So… since it’s my job to convince you to stay, why don’t you come on the boat with me tomorrow?”

“Your boat?” You ask, confused. Gojo would take girls on his boat over the weekend and party. That was about all his boat got used for.

“Yes, my boat.”

“I can’t swim.”

Gojo laughed then, shaking his head. “I’ll get you a life jacket, princess. No worries. I’m an excellent swimmer. If you fall I’ll catch you.”

You both paused, because for a moment there was something there, something sincere. You studied him, swaying side to side. “Will you?”

He gave a little nod. “It occurs to me though you’ve spent non-stop time by my side for over two years, we hardly know each other. Maybe… maybe we should try to fix it. Before you leave… if you leave, you should actually know me. Yeah?”

You nod. “I think I’d like that. You’re being oddly mature. Are you feeling okay?” You teased to ease the tension, but Gojo was rather serious.

“I didn’t like you dancing with Kento.”

You grin. “Oh?”

“Oh.”

“You almost told him… ugh!”

“Lucky I didn’t. ‘I’d fuck Nanami’ I swear…”

“He is hot.” You shrug. His hands tighten around you, fingers digging in tender flesh.

Your eyes shot up, drinking in the beautiful man, those blue eyes doing things. “Bet you beg me to fuck you on the boat..”

“Bet I never do!” You hiss back. There was the Gojo you were used to.

“We’ve danced for three songs, you know.”

“I…” You sighed, realizing indeed they were surrounded by different people, different melodies. “Huh.”

“I could give you a birthday orgasm in the bathroom. Oof!” You punched him subtly in the stomach, shaking your hand and wincing as it tingled. “The fuck! You’re such a bitch.”

“You’re a pervert. Dick.” You turned from him, but he followed you, much to your dismay, gripping you by your wrist, standing behind you.

“I am so generous and you just abuse me.”

“Child.” You did not leave the embrace however.

“Deep down…” He whispered, bending down, caressing your bare back, all the way up your spine, slowly. You felt pleasure surge through you. “You want this. Maybe you always did.”

“Did not. Do not.” You let out a tiny little cry, covering your mouth, whirling to look at him, bent down, wild fucking look on his face.

“You melt with a touch. Imagine me trying.”

His voice was husky, pulling you back into an embrace. You were toward the hall, now, away from most of the guests. Some had started to head out. Had you lost time in his arms? Just what the fuck was going on with you…

“I told you, fucking me won’t make me stay.”

“So I could?”

“No! Ugh.”

“You’re not even trying to get away.”

You shut your eyes, and you realized you were exhausted, but also just fucking intrigued. “Why’d you never… not that I wanted you too! But…”

“Because you are a stuck up bitch. Not because you’re not hot. You are. Very… very hot.”

“Fuck you I am not stuck up!”

“Let me rephrase. You come off that way? You’re kind of scary.”

You laughed, then, realizing you were losing your shit. “Scary? Me.”

“Kind of. Intimidating.” Gojo was laughing with you.

“Me?”

“Mmhmm. Probably why men don’t hit on you much. You’re so fucking… nerdy and so serious. Look like you’d tie me up and force me to watch your powerpoint presentations or some shit. That’s probably your kink.”

At that you lost it, shaking your head, laughing so hard tears fell from the corners of your eyes, holding your tummy. You walked off, and Gojo followed, a confused smile on his face as he watched you lose your mind.

“Fuck off… I don’t have… a kink.”

“None?” Gojo followed you out to one of the balconies, leaning his back against it as you leaned forward with your arms. The twinkling stars glittered across the black expanse of the sky. “How do you not have any kink? Breeding, CCNC, bdsm…”

“Uh… no clue.”

“Well, when’s the last time you had sex? The 1800s?”

You snort loudly. “Um… basically. College.” Gojo’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. “Stuff it, Satoru.”

“My assistant is a whole nun!”

“Am not!”

“Damn near a virgin.” He taunts you, hand sliding across the railing, against your own hand, resting atop it.

“No… though I’d take back the couple of experiences I’ve had. They were… shitty to say the least.” You shiver in disgust as you think of the drunk couple of evenings, which was about all you had to judge by.

“That’s tragic. No wonder you’re bitchy.”

“I’m not a bitch!”

Gojo gave you that crooked grin. “What kind of boss would I be if I didn’t offer to lick the bitchiness out of you?”

“Oh my god!” You buried your face in your hands with a chuckle. “You’re ridiculous. This only works with women because you’re hot, you know.”

“I’m hot, huh?” He wiggled his brows, and you glared.

“You’re exhausting.”

“Want me to take you home? Or… my place?”

“Home sounds good.”

“I’ll text Kiyotaka.” Gojo whipped out his phone, thumbs hitting with quick precision. “He’ll be here in a few. Now, boat?”

“I thought I would get a day off tomorrow?”

“You do. Get off all over-”

“Oh god. I’ll go wait out front.”

You push off, shoving him out of your way. “I’ll have Kiyotaka pick you up tomorrow night.”

“I didn’t agree?”

“ You know you want to. ” Came his sing-song voice. “Come on, live a little.”

“Fine. But forreal bring a lifejacket.” You head toward the entrance, saying your goodbyes to those you knew. Blushing like a mess when Nanami evaluated you with curious eyes, and when you apologized for not dancing with Geto, whose gaze was amused.

Fucking Gojo.

Who was following you, by the way, hands in his pockets, heading down the stairs to where the car already was. Kiyotaka really looked tired. You slid into the open door with a thank you, but Gojo did not let Kiyotaka shut it. He held it open, leaning against the opening, making you look as the white dress shirt stretched over his lean chest.

You shift in your seat, and he catches you like a hawk. “I’d love to leave but I do have to finish a conversation or two. I would take care of that for you.”

“That!?” He looked to your lap, making you shift again, crossing your legs, then uncrossing them with a huff.

“Oh. Happy birthday, assistant.” He leaned in, far too close, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. You thought wildly he may kiss you…

How would you react?

Push him away. Right?

Right?

Gojo leaned back, grinning like the devil that he was.

“Thank you, Satoru.” You sigh, leaning back and shutting your eyes as Gojo shut the door, tapping the hood.

What the fuck.

Chapter 3

Ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/140689789#workskin

#gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x reader #jjk satoru #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jjk fanfic

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Motherly Neighbor

Debating if I want to turn this into a part two or not lol! What you guys think????

You had moved into a small one-bedroom apartment. It wasn't much, but it was all you had. You never dreamed of moving to England... yet you were there, unpacking the few boxes you had. It wasn't like you had a lot of things to begin with prior to leaving your old city.

A quiet knock sounded at your front door, and you raised an eyebrow in confusion at who it could be. When you opened it, a small, petite, woman was standing there with a plate of cookies in her hand.

"Hello dear! I'm Emma. I live across the hall, and I wanted to welcome you to the building," she smiled as she held out the plate to you.

You couldn't help but smile back - a bit confused but surprised nonetheless. She was no more than 5'2" you guessed, in her late 70s or early 80s, with a face that reminded you of your late grandmother.

"Oh um thank you," you said, grabbing the plate, "I'm Y/n."

"Oh what a lovely name. Y're not from England?" she asked, hearing your accent that wasn't similar to the usual citizens that lived in the neighborhood.

Shaking your head you responded, "No. Just moved here."

"I see. It's 'bout time I see some new faces around here... I get tired of seeing the same old blokes everyday," she joked, making you giggle. "Well if you ever need anything, I'm always home." Another paused as she thought, "Oh maybe you can come over for some biscuits and tea later this week?"

You accepted the invitation, and Emma made her way back to her apartment across the hall. When you closed your door, you glanced down at the cookies - uh biscuits - you reminded yourself of the different lingo between countries. They smelled delicious, and a warm, welcoming feeling spread through your body as you reflected on the decision to move.

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The week went on as you finish unpacking. Your worked remotely so it didn't take long for you to get settled back into the swing of things with your job.

You enjoyed how quiet the community was. A complete opposite from the bustling city you once lived in. The only noise you heard was the cars that often drove by, a few people who walked past the building throughout the day, and a dog that sometimes barked.

You would see Emma at some point each day, either going to grab a package you ordered or as you walked in your place from buying groceries. Each time she reminded you of your 'tea date' (as she called it) on Saturday, talked to you a bit about her day and asked you about yours, or gossiped about some of the ladies she'd go have tea with every morning. You couldn't help but giggle but content listening to her.

When Friday night came, you were curled up on the couch watching a movie when you heard loud boots thumping past your door towards the end of the hall. There was a slight pause before you heard a door creak open and then slam shut. You didn't think anyone had lived in the apartment next to you at the end of the hallway. Whoever it was, they seemed pissed if they shut the door loudly, however, you shrugged it off and paid attention to the movie once more.

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You knocked on Emma's door with a small Bouquet of sunflowers in one hand. You had no idea if she liked flowers at all, but you thought showing up with something rather than empty to the woman had been nothing but kind to you was the best way to go. And since she insisted it was a date, the hilarious idea popped into your head.

When she opened the door, her face beamed with happiness when you held the flowers up in front of your face, "Thought I'd bring flowers for our date," you teased making her giggle.

"Well look at that," she took them as she stepped aside for you to walk in her home. You glanced around the initial foyer as she ushered you into the living room. Although the layout was similar, her apartment was different, full of color, where you barely had curtains up. You continued to look around, not seeing the body sitting on the couch until Emma spoke, "Y/n meet Simon."

Your eyes looked at the figure sitting on the couch. The man, who looked massive sitting on the small loveseat, wore a black long sleeve that was fitting, dark jeans and boots. But you didn't even look at that, you were too busy trying to figure out the balaclava that he had on.

"Simon, this is Y/n. She just moved here a week ago. She stays across the hall from me, so she's your next-door neighbor," Emma continued to introduce you two.

That was the guy who slammed the door last night?

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Let me know if yall want me to make a part two.

#call of duty #cod mw ghost #ghost cod #simon riley #simon riley female #cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost riley #ghost simon riley

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tinned-beef · 2 months

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UMBRELLA ACADEMY S4 EP 1 SPOILERS

the text under the read more has spoilers for the first episode of season 4! it’s a summary of everything i can remember from the premiere. please don’t click if you do not want spoilers!

first scene is gene and jean playing cards with santa baby in the background

they leave the card game to negotiate for two copies of love on loan- one starring allison hargreeves (and tom holland lmao) and the other starring a different actor

gene kills the dealer and they take the copies

luther is a stripper- although a very awkward one. there’s only one lady in the crowd that seems invested

diego is a mailman. he’s tired of his in laws (who are alive in this timeline!), tired of parenting, and even more tired of lila’s lies and secrets

allison is trying to work her way back up into acting. she’s currently stuck doing detergent commercials. she clashes with claire’s teenage attitude

klaus lives in allison’s basement and helps her with claire. he’s been sober for three years

five is investigating the keepers, although the cia wants him to put an end to his search as they deem it unnecessary

ben just got let out of prison (after 3-4 years?) he calls luther to pick him up

viktor gets dumped by his girlfriend and owns a bar. he seems to have a lot of friends there

lila goes to the keeper meetings with the alibi of having a book club

it’s lila and diego’s daughters birthday. her name is grace! she’s turning six

luther brings ben along

five says it’s good to have ben back

allison drops off claire and klaus but refuses to come at first. she has an audition tomorrow and knows nobody will want her there

lila goes out for a breath of fresh air and wrangles allison inside with her

things are very awkward with allison. especially between her and luther

luther tells diego that people would kill to have what he has. he says sloane and him wished for a life like diego’s

luther breaks the piñata and messes up the birthday cake in the process

luther reminds viktor of the party, and while he is reluctant to come he eventually does. however he gets kidnapped before he can enter lol

lila and five run into each other at the keeper (keepers??) meeting and find out gene and jean are waiting for the cleanse. when they ask for clarification they get threatened

lila and five go out for dinner after to talk over their findings. lila swipes at fives face like ‘ugh all you hargreeves boys eat the same.’ diego sees through the restaurant windows. he thinks lila is sneaking out with five during her ‘book club’ meetings

luther takes ben back to where he’s living. it’s the umbrella academy building- now an abandoned home for wayward boys

there’s a message left for him that viktor has been kidnapped

luther calls the family over to rescue viktor

the kidnapper reveals himself as jennifer’s dad. she attended the keeper meetings for years and eventually stopped talking to him. he wants to get her back and gives the siblings the box of umbrella academy artifacts that jennifer had

five agrees after seeing that the box has a jar of marigolds in it

the siblings go out for teppanyaki

they agree to not drink the jar- nobody really wants their powers back

ben swipes the jar

ben tells them to have one last drink for old times sake, his treat. all the siblings drink

it’s revealed that ben put the marigolds in their shots

all in all a really incredible episode! the family bonding is STRONG in this one guys. they’re closer than they’ve ever been. definitely hyped up for the remaining episodes

#i probably missed things #but this is the gist of it #i think the episode was close to exactly an hour long #cant wait for everyone to see it :)#tua #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua s4 #tua s4 spoilers

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lot to love: chapter 3

blurb: you are the nineteen year old, younger, mutant sister of Mystique. you go to Professor X's school and have been since you were young slow burn with wolverine ♡♡♡

a.n. i don't remember what the rooms are called in the mansion i tried my best thanks queens. i feel this is better than the last even if it barely mentions logan lol. also ik i just posted chapter 2 but i have time to write so why not ♡

c.w. reader gets nervous, reference to smoking in a past chapter, fighting (not with logan), mention of blood and a wound. also age-gap between reader and logan cos he is 200+ yrs old !

masterlist | tags: @white-wolf-buckaroo

You had woken up earlier. Early enough that it was before the sun had even risen. Ororo had knocked on your door at 4:00 exactly. With a deep sigh you had told her you would get up. You didn't want to disappoint so you quickly grabbed your day clothes and rushed to the communal bathrooms where you had washed your face and brushed your teeth. You considered leaving your skin in its natural blue shade, with scales and all. Instead, you made your looks as normal as possible. You almost looked like you were before you left home.

Rolling your eyes at the thought you stepped out of the bathroom and walked down the hallway and the lengthy steps till you found Logan. "Hey kid. You ready?" He asked. "Yeah... I guess." He gave you a knowing look at your response. You held his eye contact for a bit.

"Meet us down outside the training room." The Professors voice echoed in your heads. Logan coughed and broke eye contact before walking past you. You blinked before turning and following him down the hall and into another room.

"Once you enter the facility, this will all be about you Y/N." The Professor said firmly. You nodded and listened even more attentively if possible. "As soon as you land, you'll be on your own. All you will need to get is the files labelled 'Lehnsherr, Eric' and 'Darkholme, Raven'." You clenched your jaw at the mention of your sisters name.

"Right..." You affirmed. Both Logan and Ororo looked at you concerned. "After that, you just need to walk out the front door and there should be a car waiting for you infront of the lobby." He finished his instructions and you took that as indication to get moving. Ororo guided you into another room where a suit awaited you. "I'll leave you to it." She said kindly.

You showed her a brief smile before turning back to the suit. You heard the click of the door as she shut it, and you began stripping. Slipping on the suit wasn't as difficult as you thought it would have been. The mostly black suit, with its small yellow accents looked so familiar to you. You pulled you hair out from under it and grimaced at the sight of yourself. It fit against your body perfectly, it just didn't feel like it belonged to you.

Coming out of the room, you saw Logan take a deep gulp as he gave you a once over. Ororo gave you a sweet smile as you all boarded the jet. Sitting in the seat behind Logan and Ororo, you strapped yourself in and stared ahead of you. After a couple buttons pressed by the lady infront of you, the plane you were now defintely trapped in begin to lift in the air. You clenched your jaw tightly, gulped and dug your nails into your palm. Hearing your teeth grit against each other, Logan turned and gave you a harsh, concerned look.

"You're alright kid." He said. God, as if that was gonna do fuck-all! You ignored him, but once you got to a steady pace, you managed to calm yourself down. Taking deep breaths you looked out the large expanse of the window. Logan turned to you again. He glanced at your heaving breasts, then your face before whipping his head back to the front. He prayed you hadn't caught him and tried his best to suppress the feeling brewing in his chest.

After about twenty minutes of cruising, you had begun your descent. It was now 6:00am, and you were still pretty tired. Flashes of last night crossed your mind as you though about everything he said to you. And how you had shared that cigarette, even if only for a second. You were truly day dreaming at this point. Imaging what else he could've done if he hadn't stopped it there and lit his own. He had tasted your lipgloss. The thought of that made your heart race even faster.

Logan had looked at you without you noticing. You had this dazed expression on your face, and your heart rate was going faster as the moments went on. You bit your lip softly. He didn't know if he was more grateful for the fact you weren't stressed anymore or for the sight you were giving him.

Either way, you had landed, smoothly might you add. You unbuckled yourself and moved towards the back of the jet. The large door opened and your walked down it to see a sleek, black BMW sitting on the dirtroad next to the field you had landed on. "Oh, hell yeah." You exclaimed, quickly walking toards it. You ran your hands along the rims of the window, aweing at how modern it looked. Ororo laughed at your excitement and came up beside you, handing over the keys. "Don't do anything too crazy." She said with a smile.

"Thanks." You breathed before unlocking the car and hopping in. Once in you turned on the radio and rolled down the window. "You seem alot happier now." Logan said as he leaned into the opening you had provided. "Yeah, I am!" You said as you put the keys in the ignition. "Okay kid. Stay safe." He told you before moving backwards and tapping the boot of the car.

You had begun driving before they could remind you of the key things of the mission. Turning on the radio, you heard the familiar tunes of some old Elvis song. You were in some old Western town on the outskirts of Washington, so its only made sense. You drove along the dirt roads until they turned to tar, and you continued. You'd only ever driven a few cars in the past couple of years, and they had only ever been with Ororo. You had to say though, this was the coolest one yet.

"In 500m you will arrive at your destination." said the robotic voice of the GPS. You took that as a queue and shape-shift into the man you were pretending to be. When you arrived, you parked in a random spot and grabbed the breif-case in the passanger seat.

You stepped out of the car and walked towards the front of the building. The security guards scanned your prints before you walked into the lobby. People were buzzing everywhere, they were all dressed as official as you and most of them had phones to their ears. You gulped down any nerves you had before walking towards the elevator. Once you got in there, you looked at the many labels for each level.

You had decided that Case Management was probably the most suiting one. Somehow, despite the buzz and noise in the lobby, there was only one other person in their with you. He stared at his phone the entire time, but got out on the same floor as you.

"Level 10. Case Management."

As soon as you stepped out you saw the rows and rows of files that adorned each shelf. On the left of the shelves there were about ten desks. You walked over to one with your name and placed your breif-case on top of it. You sat down for a moment, pretending to work on something in a note pad, before standing up. You made a beeline towards the rows labed 'S' and after retreiving Magneto's file made your way over to the 'D'. Opening the draw you found your sisters. You opened it and skimmed over the different information that they had on file.

Siblings: Darkholme, Y/N - F, 19 years of age, assumed to have similar powers and therefore of a similar level of threat.

You rolled your eyes before taking your two files and stuffing them in your suit jacket pocket. You walked back to the elevator and waited for the ding of the doors.

When you did hear them, you looked up. There stood a man, dressed formally, but when you looked him in the eyes you knew there was something wrong. Oh god, you thought. An immediate look of rage overtook the mans face as he lunged at you. Quickly, you dodged the attack and stood tall again. He stood up and stared at you madder than before and threw a punch your way. "Ugh! Raven!" You screamed, touching your now bloody cheek.

"Shut up!" She growled, before shoving you against the back of the elevator. You kneed her in the gut and watched her keel over. You didn't want to have to do this. You really didn't. But you needed to get the hell out of there. So you shoved her out of the doors way before pressing the close button. You watched her run to the doors and try to open them as they closed. The last thing you got from her was a loud scream, "No!"

You're heart racing in the silent elevator, you touched the cheek she had punched again. Taking your hand back, you looked at the blood covering it. You pulled out your phone before holding it up to your ear, trying to cover the mark as much as you could. Rushing out of the building and into the car, not without some concerned looks from strangers, you finally took a breath.

You turned to see your sister, now in her normal form running towards your car. After screaming some profanities, you reversed before speeding out ino the busy streets of Washington. You heart wouldn't stop beating fast until the tar streets had turned to dirt and when you could see the start of the field that Ororo had landed in.

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, you could really feel the pain of being hit in the face. Popping down the sunshade, and revealing the mirror you looked into your reflection. There was swelling around the area, and a good amount of blood was dripping from the wound. You touched it so softly, yet still let out a hiss at the contact. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you took more deep breaths. You looked back at the road, and pushed the sunshade further forward till it no longer was in your way.

"Fuck me." You whisper to yourself, tears now fully going down your cheeks.

#wolverine x reader #wolverine #logan howlett x reader #logan #x men

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garfield-mug · 10 months

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Can I request a Bob blurb? Maybe he has a really hot girlfriend and nobody believes him until they meet her? You can do whatever you want with this!

A/N: for the purposes of this story, the daggers are permanently stationed in san diego. idk if this really fits the request, but i look at bob and immediately think that man can dance, so....

also, the squad gives bob a bit of a hard time in this one, but i promise they love each other lmao and the length of this may have gotten away from me, but i had fun, so it's okay lol and this isn't proofread bc i'm tired so excuse any spelling errors (i'll stop talking now byeee!)

(p.s. see if you can spot the movie reference, 10 bonus points to whoever points it out)

Word Count: 2.2k

Content Warnings: none unless you don't like dancing ;)

Cheek to Cheek

Bob knew he wasn't really a "ladies' man." He was rather quiet and reserved, keeping to himself most of the time. He wasn't cocksure and forward, like Jake. He wasn't a goofy, shameless flirt, like Bradley. He didn't consider himself shy; he wasn't afraid to engage in conversation or make friends. Bob just preferred to sit back and observe. He liked to watch and listen, getting a good read of every room he walked into. Watching and listening was how he noticed you.

You were a sight to behold. Bob reasoned that you had to be new to the club because he would've noticed you before.

Bob doesn't get much downtime, but when he does, he likes to spend it at the San Diego Swing Dance Club. Since he was little, Bob loved to dance. He remembers his mother teaching him a basic waltz when he was about seven. Gliding and twirling around the living room on top of his ma's feet are some of his fondest memories. He started ballroom classes when he was around twelve (he wanted to impress his date to his very first dance) and fell even more in love with the art. His repertoire grew and grew, having meticulously memorized different styles (paso doble was his favorite). He still loved dancing as he grew older, able to turn on the charm as easy as he knew the moves. He loved the way dancing made him feel. Bob never felt more free than when he was drifting about the dancefloor, leading his partner. He thought it was the closest you could get to flying while staying on the ground.

That's why, when he noticed you, he knew he had to have a dance. Thankfully, his regular partner, Julie, understood and agreed to the switch for the night (she was a great wingwoman). For as often as he was in his head, Bob usually never got nervous. He was nervous approaching you. He remembers it like it was yesterday. It was Lindy Hop night and you were wearing grey striped slacks, a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows, and an old, beat up pair of white slip-on vans. He was in his usual button down and slacks. One look at you and he knew he was a goner. You looked a bit disheveled, hair haphazardly put up and out of your face, making small talk with a few other members of the group. He thought you looked ever so slightly out of place and that it was so, so endearing.

Eventually, he worked up the courage to ask you for a dance. It did take more than a few pep talks from Julie to get him to go over to you, but she didn't have to literally drag him there, so it was a success. He asked for a dance, holding out his hand. You said yes.

One dance turned into two, then three, and eventually you'd danced the whole night away. You'd exchanged numbers before going home and then you weren't just meeting once a week at the dance club. You were making time to see each other whenever possible. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. It had now been six months since you and Bob made it official and you couldn't be happier.

Now, it made sense with his job and his general personality why the rest of the Dagger Squad hadn't known about you. They'd had conversations about their love lives often, but Bob had never really volunteered much information. You two had a good thing going and he liked to keep good things to himself for a while. Plus, the conversation rarely ever got turned his way. Bob was... very unassuming. The rest of the squad, except for Nat, never really inquired much about Bob's love life. It's not like Bob was purposely keeping you from his friends— it just never really came up. Nat was the only one who knew Bob was seeing someone and she was keeping it close to her chest out of respect for her friend and WSO, but also in the event that it spawned a bet. A bet she would surely win.

Eventually, one evening at the Hard Deck, the Daggers were all discussing their love lives once again. Mickey turned to Bob and asked if he was seeing anyone.

"I am, actually." Bob felt 5 more pairs of eyes snap to him, a collective "what?!" buzzing in the air at their inquisitive looks.

"You're seeing someone?" Jake asked, partially stunned. Bob wasn't offended, he knew he presented as a bit of a wallflower, and he was okay with that.

"What, you jealous, Bagman?" Bradley couldn't help himself. Jake's gaze snapped to the other aviator, challenging. Despite them both being on... better terms after the uranium mission, they still liked to jab at each other. Jake was usually better at it— slow, persistent needling while keeping a calm and collected facade. Bradley was more direct, favoring an immediate reaction over slow buildup.

Before Jake could respond, Bob cut in, turning the focus back to him.

"Matter of fact, I am," He sat a little straighter, dusting his pants of remnants of the peanuts he was snacking on. Natasha took a swig from her beer to hide the sly grin that was threatening to break across her face.

"Romantically? You're seeing someone romantically?" Reuben questioned.

"Sure am." Bob pushed his glasses further up his nose. He was thinking about you and how he wished you'd been able to come out tonight. You had talked to Bob about coming by to meet his friends, but scheduling conflicts always arose.

"What's her name?" Mickey asked.

"What's she look like?" Nat played into it, ignoring the pointed look Bob shot her way. He was still thinking of you, particularly about how darling you looked when you writhed underneath him, but they didn't need to know about that. Instead, Bob refocused, a dreamy smile taking over his features and a rosy blush creeping up his neck, landing on his cheeks. He couldn't help but look at the ground for a few moments, then he relayed your name. It felt so natural falling from his lips. The squad was eager for more information.

"She's just... perfect. She's smart and funny and so, so beautiful. She's got these eyes that just... and her smile?" Bob sighs, he actually sighs.

"I don't buy it." Jake is the first to burst the bubble. "I mean, we ask you what she looks like and all you give us is "oh, her eyes, her smile"? No way," Jake throws back the rest of his drink. Mickey and Reuben nod, signaling their agreement. Natasha smiles devilishly to no one but herself.

"C'mon, Bagman, he's clearly telling the truth. I mean, look at him. He's actually lovesick." Bradley chimes in. He knows what a man in love looks like.

"Yeah, it's kind of disgusting," Javy pipes up, firmly siding with Bradley.

"Well boys," Nat claps Bob on the shoulder. "Looks like we have a bet on our hands." She watches the men around the high-top table, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hundred dollars in the pot says Bob's mystery girl is real. You in?"

Nat pulls out five twenty dollar bills, placing them in the middle of the table. Bob watches in amusement.

"Steep price, Natty, but I'll bite." Jake throws his wager in as well.

Eventually, everyone put some money in the pot, much to Nat's satisfaction, even if she would have to split the prize money.

"Alright, alright... When and where can we meet your lovely lady?" Jake asks Bob, who is glancing down at his watch.

"Uhh, this Thursday at the San Diego Swing Dance Club. Seven-thirty, sharp. Wear something nice, but comfortable." With that, Bob was throwing on his jacket and out the door, headed home to see you. He wouldn't have left so abruptly, but you'd sent him a text and he wasn't going to keep you waiting.

The Daggers were even more perplexed. Well, all except for Nat, but the rest didn't need to know about it.

"San Diego Swing Dance Club?" Reuben was taken aback. Jake was thoroughly amused.

"Oh I have got to see this now."

The week flew by, and eventually it was Thursday evening. You were excited to finally meet Bob's friends, he talked about them so often. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit nervous, fretting over your outfit and hair more than usual, not to mention your makeup.

"Babydoll, you'll look beautiful no matter what you choose." Bob had been sitting on your bed for the better part of an hour now, as you agonized over your outfit choice.

You sighed, coming to sit next to him. "I just want to make a good first impression." You rest your head on his shoulder.

"I promise they'll like you no matter what you wear." Bob presses a kiss to your temple. You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

"I'll go with the plaid pants then."

Bob huffs out a laugh, "Alright, baby."

The Daggers arrived at seven-thirty, sharp. Just like Bob had told them. Nat sent Bob a text, letting him know that they'd arrived. He excused himself from the group to collect the rest of his friends. He was excited, happy to share one of his passions with the people he called friends. He was also happy to finally introduce his girl to the rest of his friends. Bob made his way over to the rest of the squad, clustered awkwardly by the main entrance of the dance hall.

"Glad you could make it!" Bob pulls Natasha in for a hug and greets the rest of the guys in a similar fashion.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Bobby." Jake says, eyes sweeping the room for a lady to take home for the night. Bradley and Javy were doing the same. Mickey and Reuben had brought partners for the evening— a double date.

The group fell into their usual rhythm, easy conversation and a few friendly jabs here and there. Almost forgetting the reason why they were there. Almost. Jake was just about to bring up the fact that they still had yet to meet Bob's mystery girl, when the intro to Thurston Harris' Little Bitty Pretty One started playing from the bandstand. It was jive night, which just so happened to be your favorite. Scanning the crowd, your eyes found Bob talking with his friends. 'Well, it's now or never,' you thought, and you were beelining towards your boyfriend so you could make it onto the floor for the first dance. Bob was just telling Nat about this new recipe he tried out for dinner when he felt a tug on his arm. He turned to look at you and smiled.

"Bobby c'mon, can't miss the first dance!"

He looked back at his friends, "Be right back," and Bob was off to the dancefloor with you. The Daggers watched as he whisked you away, stepping into a seamless jive. You felt like you were positively flying, floating through the air, feet touching every cloud. The way you and Bob danced together was something special. You could read each other in a way most dance partners wished they could. Feeling the music, keeping in time with the rhythm, anticipating and adapting to every move the other made. Improvisation was the purest form of art, the amount of trust placed in your partner is unlike anything else. You and Bob had something special, there was no denying that, especially as you were twirling across the floor.

"Who knew he could move like that?" Javy had to pick his jaw up off the floor.

"They make it look so effortless," Reuben looked utterly amazed.

Jake had to admit, he was impressed. Game recognizes game and damn it, Bob Floyd had game. It really was always the quiet ones. You were pretty, and you seemed fun. You seemed like you'd be good for Bob, even though they hadn't technically met you yet. Jake couldn't even be mad that he'd lost the bet. What he needed now was to learn how to dance like Bob because apparently, that was a great way to meet a lady. You and Bob were out of breath when you rejoined the group, introductions going a smooth as ever. You like the squad and the squad liked you. By the end of the night, you and Bob had shown everyone how to do a basic jive. Reuben, Mickey, and Javy caught on quickly, feeling comfortable enough to join the people out on the main floor. Bradley and Jake needed... help. Nat was managing, wanting a bit more time to figure the steps out before trying them on the floor.

Before everyone knew it, it was ten o'clock and the band was saying goodnight. You and Bob were saying your goodbyes, ready to head home. Once you and him were out the door, Natasha turned to Bradley and Javy.

"Alright, we split this three ways and make sure to absolutely rub it in Jake's face." Nat divvies up the cash and Bradley and Javy take their cuts. Javy gives a curt nod and a smile before walking to his car.

Bradley turns to Natasha. "Can I walk you to your car?" He offers his arm.

"Sure," Nat smiles and accepts.

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