Like father, like daughter â€
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âBro can I copy your homeworkâ
âYeah but donât make it obviousâ
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Reading some of the critiques of pjotv and now I know why yâall are on tumblr and not in the writerâs room đđ
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I do agree that jooheon stans tend to victimize him and this tattoo issue got way bigger than needed BUT commenting on someoneâs tattoo like that is rude as hell. No one has to like everything he does but at the same time thereâs a difference between saying you donât his haircut vs. tweeting a pitchfork worthy review on something thats permanently on his body.
I totally agree! And Iâve said this multiple times abt other matters getting big on twt: tweeting stuff like that is just not smart bc 1) thereâs always a chance of the person its abt seeing it, and 2) it has the potential to blow up out of proportion (and increase the chance of the subject seeing it) bc ppl are more sensitive on twt.
This is more of a personal opinion/experience but as someone who has a couple of tattoos, if u have a tattoo you probably liked the design enough to have it be permanently inked on your body and a few ppl not liking it isnât going to change ur mind about. I had one friend at uni who would say âi think ur tattoo is ugly u should cover it upâ every time she saw it and every time Iâd tell her âno i like itâ and I didnât care.
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A Doe in Fall (part 5)
âąHumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall
Part 1 - Pretty in Red smutđŠ
Part 2 - Liar smutđŠ
Part 3 - A Tragedy smutđŠ
Part 4 - Enough
Part 5 - Too Much
Part 6 - Learning smutđŠ
Part 5 Too Much
Actions famously speak louder than words, so what did you say, exactly, to Alastor with your actions that night? You were briefly rattled by what happened in the park but not for the obvious reasons. Despite everything, despite your fears, you found the situation deepening between you two when he suddenly invites to stay the night at his home. Perhaps he had fears of his own?
ăWarnings/Promises: Human Alastor x Fem Burlesquer reader, No smut! Thatâs next part because this part was already super fucking long đ , but we do flirt our asses off and get taken by the hand, crying, panic attacks, discussions of murder, dead bodies, you really have to stop smoking, deer, adorably nervous Alastor, this man owns more than one mug you fucking know ită
19 days later⊠đ© please donât kill me. 5000 words here, Another like 6000 words are posting this Thursday, also tumblr wouldnât let me post this for like an hour , just gave me error messages, I had to copy and paste 4 times so there may be some errors in here so let me know if you find spelling or format issuesđ
When he came to, momentarily either unconscious or just incapacitated as his brain started up again, he was frantic for his glasses. He could hear the sounds of a brutal death, the crunch of anger, the squish of rage.Â
His eyes focused now, slightly askew and smudged glasses helping him see you clearly.Â
Leaning over the man, hands red and face twisted in a marriage of fear and wrath, you were bringing a large rock down on the manâs unrecognizable face over and over and over andâ
You flinched when Alastorâs hands delicately slipped down your arms and peeled your fingers from the rock.
Full body shaking, âHe was going to kill you!â You said it too loud, too fast. âHe was going toâ,â Your breath got caught in your throat, âHe wanted toâ He was trying to kill you, Alastor.â
Wet with mud and blood and the rain still left on the grass, you were pulled into Alastorâs lap. He tucked your head into the crook of his neck with a small wince and hugged you. âHe was. He almost did.â Low and slow, his chest rumbled when he said it. âYou did such a good job.â
You looked down at your hands, but he pulled your face back up to look at his, âAlways surprising me in the best ways.â
Youâd forgotten already, how when adrenaline wanes youâre left with terrible tremors and a suddenly clear head. Alastor almost died. You hadnât thought at all when it happened. Everything had taken place so fast, faster than your brain could process.
You had seen Alastor stop struggling against the man, his body went still and your eyes were blinded with tears, there was a horrible sound that may have come from you, and then there was nothing. A flash of running Colors. Distant muddled sounds.
Maybe you saw someone grab a rock.Â
You might have hit the man on the back of the head.Â
You think he fell down and something didnât stop moving against him.Â
Perhaps you thought if you hit him enough you could make it have not happened at all. If you killed him fast enough, Alastor would have been fine and standing.
But you werenât sure. You blinked and Alastor was touching you and underneath you was a pulp of a manâs face.Â
Alastorâs heart was racking against his ribs. Arms tightening around you unconsciously as his eyes landed on the dead man.
Heâd gotten too comfortable. He pushed too hard. He wanted too much. He was too much.
He felt himself spilling over and staining your hands metaphorically and now literally.
You didnât feel anything. Not during. Now you felt too much.
Your mind was filled with an echoing chorus of, âHe almost killed him. He almost died. He almost killed him. He almost died. He almost died. He almost died.âÂ
There was a strange fear that Alastor had died, and any second youâd blink again and be alone in the trees with two dead men. You twisted in his lap, hands rocketing to Alastorâs face and gripping the sides of his head. You were staring into his eyes, panting.
âYou canât die. Iâllâ,â tears poured down your face in streams not drops. Your throat closed around the words. Short and fast, your breath ran wild. Hands tingling, your lips felt like they were pricked with a hundred tiny needles.Â
Alastor pushed down his own mess of emotions, âOne deep breath in.â His hands settled on yours, still on his face. He could feel the familiar stickiness of drying blood in his hair. âKeep breathing in.â You coughed, shaking your head no. âYou can, I promise it. Would I lie to you?â
You laughed, managing to catch your breath for a moment, âY-yes.âÂ
âWell, now youâre adding insult to injury.â He made a show of rubbing his neck. You smacked his chest lightly, breathing in twice in a row.
He held both of your hands in both of his, âName a time Iâve ever lied.â He distracted you but wounded himself. He could name a time.
You tried to think. âI donât know. Maybe youâre just a really good liar.â Your voice was hoarse.Â
Alastor nodded, âThatâs true, thereâs actually nothing I canât do well.â
Another laugh, a cry, âStop it.â
His warm, clean hands wiped your tears. âYouâre being aggressive again, sweetheart. You know I prefer soft spoken women.â
The laughter helped break the cycle of hyperventilating. As your breathing finally got to a manageable speed you felt exhaustion deep in your bones.
All at once the sensations became prominent. Your knees were red and muddy, your hands bloody, your left side and back wet. You were sticky and sore and cold. âAlastor,â his legs were framing you, yours now folded under yourself and digging into rocks, âI wanna go home.â You adjusted his glasses, âTogether.âÂ
If he had a reason to say no, he ignored it.Â
âI thought I was the messy one.â He washed your hands with the water cans and settled you into the passenger seat of his car. Alastor took care of filling the trunk and cleaning the ground before sliding into the driver's seat.
He turned to you, his face dirty and clothes worse. You looked down at yourself; knees a color of wine, and blue dress now dyed brown.
âI know you have to get rid of him. So, I wonât ask you to sleep over. Just,â you felt sleepy, mind asking you to let it catch up, âlet me take care of you for a little bit. Okay?â
His hand slipped onto your leg, he wanted to make a joke about sex or murder hoping to make you laugh again. But it was obvious he needed to be quiet, so he just nodded.
Alastor left the car on a side street behind your building. The man whose name you never asked concealed under canvas and red oil tins.
Luckily everything was clean in your apartment. It was small, just one room and a bathroom. The other apartments youâd seen had communal toilets and showers so you were quite proud of your space. Youâd made it yours, gifted trinkets here and there, walls decorated with hanging dried flowers you'd had thrown at your feet. A shrine to your abilities.
You peeled off his clothes, tossing them in the kitchen sink and wiping off as much dirt as you could with a damp rag.Â
Clothing hanging over the radiator, you both got into the shower. Cold and wet now hot and soaking, you took his hands and sat you both down in the tub while the water ran down. Taking your time, you gently scratched the blood and mud from his hair and let it all wash away.
When fully cleaned and dried off he slipped on the only bit of clothing he had left, a loose pair of boxer shorts. You had a slip, silky and soft, to comfort you. Your mother wore silk, and it always made you feel safe. The way the fabric slid around its self and others, never catching or bunching up, was something you always hoped to emulate; smooth and cool, but always in need of a little caution and care.
A small bed meant for one, but you offered it. When Alastor motioned for you to slide in too, you didnât hesitate.
Nose to nose, the room was quickly heating up with the radiator's help.Â
You hadnât been in a bed with Alastor in nearly two months, not since that first time. His words stuck to you like embroidered messages lovingly stitched into a handkerchief you didnât want to lose. So you kept your hands between your thighs, still and away, to make sure he had space to exist in your bed.
âYou saved my life.â Alastor whispered, one of you finally bringing up the obvious.
A hummed acknowledgment, âThat makes us even.â He saved you before, you did the same in turn. A little piece of you worried the contract was done and heâd disappear.
âNo, my dear. I owe you so much more.â A kiss to your cheek.
A terrifying thought took hold of you. âRoll over.â He looked confused but did. You were always asking him to turn away, always trying to hide your face when you said things that scared you. You hooked your arms under his and held tightly.Â
âIf I wasnât there, thereâs no one to have told me. How long would I have waited,â another torrent of tears into his back you couldnât keep in if you tried, âat the phone booth for you to call in the morning.â
You were crying like a child, uncontrolled and with your entire body. Pathetic.Â
He had never had someone to worry about those details. Everyone truly close to him was dead. Until now, of course.Â
Of course.
What a natural addition you provided to him. He thought it like that it was a long standing fact.
He hugged your arms tighter to his chest.Â
A shiver of fear in the warm bed as you continued, âI want to be there. With you. Always.â You gathered your courage. Shields completely down, if just for a moment, âI know there was nothing right about tonight but,â you wiped your tears off his back with your palm, reabsorbing that pain before he could soak it in, âPlease. Donât shut me out now. Iâll go to hell tomorrow for you but please donât damn me to picking up a newspaper and seeing your name in the headlines; Learning you died in block letters for a nickel. I wouldnât survive it.â
You didnât want to meet his eyes, worried rejection was waiting for you there, so youâd asked him to turn so you could hide. He picked up your hands and kissed your knuckles one by one. âPlease donât say things like that outloud. Things like âgo to hellâ and âtomorrowâ so close together. The spirits can hear you.â A kiss to your palm, âAnd I wouldnât dare shut you out.â He couldnât. The very idea of going back to how he was before, alone and mumbling to the dead, made his heart race with his own panic. If you disappeared tomorrow he was scared to think what would happen to him. âPlus, I know youâd just find me anyway. You always do.â
Had you not been there, he would have still tried to kill the man. Waiting in an alley or for a walk home through an empty space. You werenât at fault. Heâd been hurt before, but this was by far the worst situation he had been in. But he would have been in it regardless of your participation. Alastor pressed his lips into your hand, smelling the soap youâd washed him with.Â
You hadnât hesitated. He had thought you would run, that heâd slip away into death and youâd book it to safety. Something he never planned to ask you to do, to kill someone, youâd done it for him when it was the most selfless option. Did he mean so much to you? He wanted to ask, but if you said anything other than an immediate yes he feared he would turn to a pillar of salt and crumble.
If you both could find the courage to just look at each other youâd have all your answers. But you couldnât. The fear still too strong. So you changed the topic for a chance at an escape.
A small confession, to turn the conversation away from death. âAfter our dates, your cologne always lingers on my clothes. Sometimes I just fall asleep in them. When I wake up, my pillow smells like you.â Your body formed against his back, pressing as tightly as you could. How was that less embarrassing than everything else youâd said when it was arguably more pathetic?
He was quiet. You worried youâd pushed too far. Alastor worried heâd already hurt you too much.
âIf you asked me,â he spoke slowly, hands resting on yours above his heart, a deep breath, âIâd stop.â He would.Â
But, âIâd never ask that of you.â You said it so quickly, like blinking or yawning it happened without you needing to think about it. Alastor did something he felt he needed to do, you saw that look in his eyes before and understood this was Alastor at his truest. And the people he killed werenât good people. He provided a service to New Orleans that no one appreciated.
He smiled against your palm, making sure you felt it, âWhy are you so good to me?â
Without hesitation, Because I love you.
After a beat of silence, âBecause you know where I live, obviously.â
A huff, âAnd where you work.âÂ
âAnd the park where I like to get fingered.â
Finally, his unburdened laugh, âI didnât expect you to say that.â That sound of his joy bounced off the thin walls around you both. He rarely expected anything you said or did. It was part of your charm. Normally he could predict what people would say like reading a bad story, but you were something else. Effortlessly entertaining, was that a compliment? He was sure youâd say no and make that face you always did, something between a pout and a glare, between sad and angry.Â
He had been asking genuinely. Why were you so good to him? Why so patient? Why care at all?Â
âCan you sleep? Or do you need to go?âÂ
Alastor thought about it, if he left early enough he could still get home in time to empty the trunk. He hummed an affirmative, when he didnât move you understood it was the former. He didnât want to go. He needed more time. He needed to feel you nearby. An odd sense that if he pulled away now the thread holding you two together would pull him apart at the seams with the distance.Â
You would think nightmares would plague you after killing someone in cold blood, but no. You practically killed Tommy, when you considered it thoroughly. And while this night was not a joy, you had defended yourself and Alastor. You didnât feel bad. You didnât regret it. You were just scared you did a bad job. That youâd get caught.Â
The kind of dreams you had were different kinds of scary. Of Alastor always leaving a room when you entered, of falling off the stage and landing too far down, of waking up to feel Alastor cold beside you.Â
When you did wake, your arms were still tight around him and he was warm. Your forehead rested between his shoulder blades. You didnât feel different this time, you didnât feel changed like after Tommy.
Alastor always had nightmares so he wasnât surprised to have them in your bed. He dreamt he awoke on the ground, the man was gone but you were there broken into several pieces.
Had it been a dream though?Â
After he dressed, you brushing his hair over a shared cup of coffee (you only had the single mug), you walked him to his car. The sun was nearly up and luckily no one else was. You had just wrapped a coat around your slip, not exactly acceptable clothing for being in public.
A shared kiss, small and chaste, Alastorâs mind elsewhere. He opened the door but stopped and turned back to you. It was always in these moments before you two parted that he felt the most frantic.Â
âI know we love talking in circles and making jokes, but I have to ask you, bluntly. You killed a man. Are you alright?â When you only blinked, he quickly added, âItâs okay if youâre not.â His expression was pure worry, furrowed brows and flat mouth. âNothing will change if you say youâre not.â
When you started to smile, Alastor thought he had lost his mind. The sun was rising behind you, making the shadows on your face slowly shift. He took a second to take in the scene. Ankles naked with sockless shoes. To your right was a trunk full of a dead man. And you just smiling like heâd made a joke. Which he explicitly said he wasnât going to do.
âI donât feel like I killed anyone.â You said it with a levity that made him glance around, wondering if youâd hit your head a little too hard earlier, âI feel like I stopped someone from killing you. Which feels,â you fought to suppress your smile from growing any further, âkinda good. Like Iâm strong. Iâm just scared I made a mistake and police will find out. Iâm terrified weâll be seperated. But I donât feel bad.â
A normal man would be deeply concerned. You didnât feel bad? For killing a man with a rock? Arguably one of the most brutal ways to murder a person. A normal man would worry he would be next.
Luckily for you both, Alastor was not a normal man. He stared at your face, trying to discern any hints of deceit there before he fell into the comfort of trust.
Your pinky came out, âIâm fine, and if Iâm ever not, I will tell you. Promise.â His eyes left your face to stare at the tiny digit, âIf I break the promise, you get to break the pinky.â
âPinkies are useless, we should use a finger that matters.â He offered his index. You let yourself laugh, hooking your pointer finger with his.
Smile to smile, he exhaled his stress and slipped into his normal demeanor, âNo worries, darling! No one will ever know what happened to him.â He leaned beside you and patted the trunk. âLeave it to me.â
Alastor drove away with the man, ready to disappear the body and try to sleep before work if possible. A nagging still sat in his stomach, a little pull that maybe youâd change your mind.Â
He asked you the next morning, on your routine call, if he could stop by the theater when he finished with work that night. No reason in particular. Heâd pull into the side street, and you could run out to see him.
When he arrived, you were in your stage outfit waiting to greet the crowd. Alastor smiled, âThe prettiest bird Iâve ever seen!â
âA bird? Alastor just âprettyâ woulda been a fine compliment.âÂ
He offered an apology by way of kiss, soft hands coming to your cheek as he leaned against the door of his car. âI just wanted to see you. Steal a kiss before you stole some hearts. May I return tomorrow?â
Ah, that feeling again. Stupid school girl with her first crush, her first taste of love. âI wouldnât complain.âÂ
That flow of conversation eased Alastor, things felt normal already. For you, they were. A small worry remained he may begin to act differently but the only difference was he seemed to be embracing you deeper.Â
After your delivered kiss, you took the stage like a woman reborn. The warmth of the light felt like the sun. Pointed toes as you moved along the stage, hips loose and smile coy.Â
As you looked around the backlit crowd you didnât search for a good mark. The times you did play a manâs attention for Alastor were different, it felt like art when you lured men into Alastorâs claws.
A shake of your feathered fans, a very controlled lowering of your head, you let a hip rock out into view. A little flash of inner thigh. Then, your favorite part. One hand gripped your fans as you them with the aide of practiced fingers. Free hand undoing your still remarkably heavy and glittering bra and handing it behind the curtain.
Surprise reveal, a naked magic trick done behind distracting whirling feathers. Arms open, fans high, you waited for the applause to die down. Deep breaths were not possible, adrenaline and the weight of your costume keeping you from hiding the heaving of your chest.Â
The whistles were your favorite. You couldnât imagine Alastor whistling but you were sure it would be flawless in its ability to capture your attention.Â
âAnyone wanna smoke? I donât want to go into the alley alone.â You asked the room, several girls glancing your way and shaking their heads no as you hurried back in from your set.
âJust take the fire escape to the roof. Thatâs where weâve been smoking since Mr. Brady said it was dangerous at night.â Florence was normally a perfect smoking partner, never talking too much. The name Brady made your stomach flip though, you had forgotten about him for a second. Youâd managed to avoid him until Tommyâs bloody trail went cold, but you knew he still stalked around the jazz and music district.
A dancer laughed, âNighttime has always been dangerous for women.â
Someone you didnât see added, âFuck, daytimes not safe either.âÂ
You climbed the creaky and seemingly forgotten-about fire escape to the roof. The breeze hit your face before your feet even left the metal railing.Â
It was⊠a roof. Grey painted floors and brick sides. Nothing special, but you could see the bowl full of discarded cigarettes near the front of the building. You looked over the short wall that edged the front, you were able to see the pigeon shit covered marquee. What an unattractive view, the lights flashing out from beneath actual shit.
There was a metaphor there, you were sure.Â
Looking around, there were a few wicker chairs hidden in the shadow of the streetâs lights, thankfully upside down to keep them clean from the birds.
If more people used roofs instead of alleys Alastor would be out of luck. Tommy was difficult enough with a staircase, the fire escape would have been the nail in that coffin.Â
It had been a lovely night, absolutely jarring compared to the night before. You leaned back in the chair, you knew you werenât the best at saying what you meant. Especially when the words you offered could be used to hurt you. Words of affection and love, when true, were daggers given handle-first to someone else.Â
So you hoped Alastor could guess how much he meant to you. You shouldnât need to say it, right? Actions speak louder than words. You bludgeoned a man to death for what you had thought was a lost cause. It had seemed Alastor was already dead when you first brought down the rock.Â
Diamonds are rocks, you considered. The most expensive costume the theater had was peacock feathered with shining crystals. You wanted to say you felt like a peacock, spirit large and wide and colorful. But those were males. Of course they were. The animal kingdom had males compete for mates with pretty colors and lovely songs. Now ladies pranced around in painted faces and short dresses. You didnât feel pale or small like the âfairer sexâ peacock.
You felt like the swan. Vicious and beautiful, not out shone by anyone.
Well there was someone youâd allow to shine brighter. Someone youâd happily let take the lead. Youâd thought letting a man walk in front of you was a sign of subservience. It hadnât ever occurred to you that there could be respect in trusting someone else to go ahead. That the act of going first could be for protection and not power.
âHey!â
You hurried to the fire escape, âyeah?â
âThereâs a man asking for you. Tall guy named Frank?â
Frank?
Oh, Frank.
Youâd forgotten about him. Heâd left months ago. He was a whale, rich and generous. You took a moment to consider sitting down with him, smiling and laughing at his jokes, letting his hand settle on your thigh. It had been weeks since you entertained scamming anyone, and now you couldnât even stomach the idea of faking interest in another man. Frank wasnât one to scam, he just liked having a pretty lady on his arm to make him feel young and wanted, and in exchange you got into private parties and were gifted jewelry and clothing.
âTell him Iâm busy and send him off.â You hollered down. You could buy your own clothes.Â
âDid he leave?â Alastor asked you the next morning, you leaning against the glass phone booth in the early morning light.
Your finger wrapped around the phone cord, âNo of course not! They never do. I snuck out the back.â
There was a hum, âWell my dear, youâve offered me a wonderful transition into my next question.â Alastor was sitting at his kitchen table, nervously turning his coffee cup around in circles, âWould you like to come over tomorrow night? I can pick you up after your show.â
Like a glacier drifting away from shore, you very slowly crouched down in the booth. âTo your home?âÂ
âNo, to Alabama.â He waited a beat, âYes of course my home. I can show you what happens after I drive away.â A cheeky smile evident through his voice.
You pressed the phone receiver into your chest, teeth chewing on your bottom lip. What happens when he drives away? SoâŠwhere the bodies go. But most importantly, the biggest part of thisâwhere he lives. So much can be gleaned about someone from their home. A bookshelf alone could make or break an attraction. You brought the receiver back to your mouth. âLovely! Sure thingâ Alastor. Yes.â you almost added on an awkward nickname like daddy-o or mister man, like an idiot, because your brain was misfiring like youâd seen him in the sunlight again.
Ah, you could see his bed.Â
Where he slept.
Did he ever dream of you?
What if it was terribly dirty? Could you still love him if he was a slob?Â
âIâm quite far from downtown, pack an overnight bag, okay?â He stopped fidgeting with the mug. When the call ended he sat at the table for some time, staring around the kitchen. The home was large by city standards, but it was old. His motherâs charm was evident through every part. A finger scratched at the wooden table, heavy and solid. Why was his heart racing?Â
He walked to the screened back door, looking from the weathered patio steps to the greenhouse.Â
No one had ever been to his home. Ever. A teensy part of him was panicking. Was this a mistake? Was he going to fuck up the budding relationship? Throw off the peace of his safest place?
Budding. Okay that was ridiculous even for him. The kind of intimacy gained through murder did not allow any union to be called budding. Heâd shared pieces of himself no other living soul knew of. Your image of him was possibly even more complete than his own mother had held, even though he tried to always be the most sincere with her. Even people he did care for and consider close friends had never knew where he lived. Never heard what kept him up at night. Never learned his distaste for a random lay.
Opening the screen door with a signature creak, the sound many southerners could call comforting, he walked to the greenhouse.
The newest part of the property, the glass walled structure was built shortly after his motherâs death. Double doors: locked. Just beyond the glass was a forest of plants and potted trees. They had no need for a greenhouse, but Alastor had a need for them.
He set about preparing his home for another occupant, a task that brought him such a shock of joy and anxiety he began to wonder who he was. New sheets on the bed, extra pillows set against his wooden headboard. Large glass jar in the backyard full of water and tea bags.
It was also unexpected he was thinking so much of his mother. In a perfect world sheâd be there to greet you. Though if she was alive, he wouldnât have been in that alley that night. He made a mental note to not mention his mother, at least not as much as he was remembering her as he walked around the two story home tidying.
Would he have met you if he wasnât a killer?Â
A flicker of fear was quickly extinguished by romance. Definitely. You both ran in the same scenes. Heâd seen you before that night, he just never approached you. He hadnât anticipated how much more you were than the facade you put on. Nothing about your sweet face said, âI have a high tolerance for murder.â
Alastor spent the day at work physically present but mentally pacing his living room. He nodded along to discussions of who was to be live on set next, smile never faltering as he worried if he had breakfast foods. He rarely ate breakfast, did you? How had he not thought to ask. Sloppy.
The only outward sign he was feeling any stress was the tapping of his finger on his desk, which he hadnât even noticed until the stage manager commented. Â
âAlastoooor,â her voice was high, like it seemed many womenâs voices were recently. Was it a trend? âImpatient? Hot date with a young lady this evening?â
While she meant well, she always pried, always asked questions he didnât appreciate.Â
Alastor shook his head, smile strained. A perceptive person would have picked up on it, but Brenda was not perceptive.
âOh.â A noticeable disappointment, âThatâs boring.â
Actually on second thought maybe she didnât mean well.
âIâve had too much coffee, is all, Brenda.â He pulled his hand into his lap. âWas there anything you needed?âÂ
âNo,â she pouted, much less endearing than you.
If he murdered purely for fun Debra would be dead before sunset. Unfortunately her only crime was being remarkably annoying.
Alastor waited behind the theater, where it was less likely any staff would see him. It was still important to avoid connecting the two of you together, at least at your workplace yet.Â
He was quick to grab your bag for you.
âNot the trunk, please.â You said, it took him a second to catch the joke. He set it on the back seat after opening your door for you. Youâd only been in his car a few times but he never failed to be a perfect gentleman.Â
Your palms were sweating, when his hand rested on your leg while he drove you resisted the urge to hold it. Instead you slipped yours under his. Alastor asked you about your day, about work, about if Frank came back. Typically as soon as you left the theater you were in a cone of silence until your phone call with him the next day. It was kind of nice, having someone to speak to. Before meeting him there were times you worried youâd forget how to talk naturally, how to sound like yourself.
The glowing eyes of deer popped up from the side of the road, startling you. Eerie. You held your breath, would they run, stay still, or sprint into the road.
âIs it true their antlers can break car windshields?â You asked not breaking eye contact with a doe as you drove past.
Alastor nodded, âIf a buck hits your car the wrong way, not even the car will make it out of the accident.â
âAre there a lot of bucks around?â
âWill be soon, as fallâ wait why am I telling you this,â he laughed, âMiss Autumn Hind already knows what makes the bucks run wild.â
You shouldnât be smiling, it was a dumb rut joke, but it felt like a compliment.Â
The car lights passed over the home as he turned into the dirt driveway. Powder blue. It wasnât a color you associated with Alastor. He was caramel, honey, midnight blue, red. His sometimes sinister smile didnât look quite right against powder blue. But, for a home, it was lovely.
âIs someone home?â You saw a light on in an upstairs room.
Alastor reached behind you for your bag, âNo, I leave it on when Iâm gone. Gives the impression that the house isnât empty.â
A minor bit of acting, Alastor opening the door and offering to bring your bag upstairs before a tour like a good host. His anxious energy was barely contained by that grin of his. For your part you played the appropriately impressed guest.
But deep down you were very impressed. An actual house. Your mother struggled to keep apartments rented. Alastor had a home. With stairs. That went to more home, not a neighbor. What a lovely thing. What did he do with all this space?
He could probably hide quite a few bodies in there.
Alastor opened his bedroom door and motioned for you to enter.
You took in every detail as shrewdly as you could. Two circular nightstands, a wide dresser with a few framed photos and a radio. One large window facing the yard, you could see the car outside from where you were standing. âWow a manâs bedroom. I tend to avoid these.â
âWhat a coincidence, so do I. Bedrooms in general, really.â He placed your bag on the dresser, offering to unpack it for you. Your smile screwed up, shaking your head no. You couldnât imagine Alastor folding your panties and setting them into a drawer.Â
Well.
âYes please.â You took a seat on the end of his bed, watching him tenderly empty the bag before beginning to put things away like youâd come home from a trip. âA bed big enough for two people. You didnât tell me you were a fancy man. Ooh la la.â
Alastor laughed, âYour bed was quite comfortable.â He set your dress onto a hook attached to the closet door, hands running down the fabric to straighten out the wrinkles, âBut I have a feeling that had more to do with you than anything else.â
The floor was clean, the rug beneath the bed a simple but pristine white. What an odd color for a rug. Â
You truly did avoid menâs homes. The power dynamic shifts too much.
âAre all men so clean?â
âOh god no. Have you really never been to a manâs home?â Without a moment of hesitancy his long fingers flattened out your underthings and neatly folded them. You could call it erotic, knowing what else his fingers could do.
A hum, you swayed side to side, âToo much risk. I donât know where the knife drawer is, which locks stick, what windows open all the way.âÂ
He set the empty bag into a reading chair in the corner, âThat sounds stressful.â
You shrugged, âMy mother taught me to always have an escape. From situations, from rooms, from people. Not terrible advice.â
That was true, he thought. If the few women he killed had considered that, he would be less prolific. Women tended to be easier in some regards.
Alastor finally let himself look at you sitting on his bed. Were you wearing the black garters today? He liked those. He appreciated the red dress youâd worn.
Taking off his jacket and vest, he hung them up while his eyes kept returning to you. Your legs were crossed, thighs soft and pressed together. He remembered feeling them against his ears. A little cough to clear his throat and mind.
âAre you hungry?â
You werent, but you werenât ready for sleep either, so you asked for some bread and butter. Alastor sat beside you at the table, watching you look around. It didnât look like a killer's home.Â
âYa know, I was going to rob you. I had been wanting to talk to you, before that guy caught me off guard when I was smoking.â You said it easily.Â
He smiled, âOh, whyâd you change your mind?â
âWell, you slit a manâs throat in front of me.â
âTsk tsk, you give up too easily, my dear.â
Salted butter, soft bread. Simple. Happy. âYou were so handsome-,â
âWeâre?â
A snort of a laugh, rolling your eyes dramatically, âand you looked well off. I was searching the room for the lights reflecting off of your glasses all night.â
Alastor grimaced, fighting the well of his ego, and leaned on his elbows, âIs it too morbid to say Iâm glad that man tried to kill you? I like this timeline more than being robbed and never seeing you again.â
âThatâs very selfish. I would have enjoyed chasing you down and finessing your wallet off you.â You set the glass lid back over the butter dish, content with the snack. âSome men come back actually and confront me at the theater.â
He howled. The idea was ridiculous, âSeriously? Why not just tell the cops.â
âMen donât like telling other men they got taken for a ride by a dame.â
Alastor stood, âWhat would you have done if you had robbed me and I marched into the theater demanding my cash back.â It took a second to realize he was being serious in wanting you to play along.Â
You popped the last piece of bread into your mouth and stood too, âYou rake!â A fake smack to his chest, âI booted you to the curb! You had more hands than an octopus!âÂ
Alastor tried to stay in character but his smile kept cracking through his serious face. âAnd my wallet? None of my hands can find it.â You took a few steps back, feigning shock at the accusation.
âSir! You were so drunk Iâm not surprised you lost it.â When Alastor closed the space between you with two wide steps and pulled you into his chest you giggled, hitting softly at him, âYou should be ashamed of yourself. Trying to take advantage,â his hands wandered down your hips, making your voice catch in your throat, âof a good woman like me.â
His mouth came to your ear, âWell, miss, I think you owe me the opportunity to try again.â
You went stiff against him, the sudden turn of his voice into seduction taking you by surprise, âIf you were a real mark, Iâd punch you in the face for saying that.â
âBut for me?â Breath against your neck.
Your hands slid up his chest and to his collar, pulling him down and into a kiss. His smile spread across your lips.Â
His mouth stayed against your cheek as he pulled you into a hug, âReady for bed?â
âAre you sleepy, hun?â You pulled away, a sincerely worried face. Two nights now youâd interrupted his normal routine.
Alastorâs eyes seemed to sparkle behind his glasses, head shaking, âNo, not at all.â You felt the heat rise up your face. Wanting to avoid assumptions, you tried to temper your expectations.
His hand pulled you toward the stairs, you dragging your feet, âDid you want to show me around?â
âIn the daylight.â He led you up the stairs and to the right.
âOh okayâŠ.â, your mind was reeling, mouth dry. No dead body in sight. No blood. You hadnât pressed him or asked for anything. Maybe he just wanted a good cuddle, or some kisses. You often enjoyed necking near the car before he would go home. Right. Let him lead.
You followed him, letting him guide you hand in hand back to his bedroom.
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â summary . . . âš head engineer and a verstappen clearly is a winning combination as max's younger win attracts potential suitors but is shut down before his special day what a present â©
â pairing . . . âš charles leclerc x fem! verstappen! twin! head engineer! reader â©
â genre . . . âšÂ social media file â©
â author note . . . . âš wooow happy birthday, my fav depressed ferrari driver so this idea I have actually had for a while and the fact I forgot it was charles special day may have motivated me to do it but anyway enjoy! â©
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yourinstgaram my team, my family, all these years I have been apart of this team have been amazing and full of so many good memories that I feel the least that I could do is help gift you another well deserved championship congrats to everyone on all of our hard work paying off and bring on next year!
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user Max and Y/N carries Red Bull đ
user as a merc fan I can proudly say I'm in love with Y/N
‷ user FR MERC WE NEED Y/N ON OUR TEAM SO TOTO AND ADMIN DO YOUR THING Y/N 2024
‷ redbullracing not a chance đ
‷ user admin really said absoulety fucking not đđ
user Unstoppable đ
user Max can be top 3 wins of all time by the end of the year too. Crazy
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user Max and Y/N are in a league of there own
user why is charles in the likes I thought he hated her?
‷ user girl he liked he didn't ask for her hand in marriage or something
‷ user just saying...it's kinda werid
‷ user okay but ross in the likes as well
user omg she absolutely killed it
user if I ever meet Y/N in real life I would die happily
user congrats queen we are so proud of you!!!
user i love seeing her thrive
user behind every good team is a badass woman
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yourinstagram words can't describe how happy I am right now, from talking about you winning a championship with a car designed by me when we were kids to you winning three. I am truly in awe of you Max (even though you hold the fact you are 13 minutes older over my head like a dog with a bone) congrats to my twin my other half (and equally as good half) cant wait to watch you win again with my car next year!
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user this sibling duo >>
victoriaverstappen Congrats guys!!! â€ïžđđŠ
user CONGRATULATIONS!!! đđđ
user Your name is already written in gold Y/N
user Copy and paste for 2024, 2025 and on and on and on!
user HOW BOUT THAT?? SIMPLY LOVELY đ„đ„
user DU DU DU DU, Y/N VERSTAPPEN
‷ user DU DU DU DU, MAX VERSTAPPEN
‷ user DU DU DU DU, CHAMPS VERSTAPPENS
user 3 In a row congratulations girl well deserved, next we go for fourthđ„đ„
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user Coming from a Hamilton fan, I take my hat off to Y/N and Max, they have been absolutely phenomenal, truly one of the best drivers and engineers weâll ever see. Congrats to the redbullracing team and maxverstappen1 yourinstagram and their supporters, well deserved guys!đ€đœ
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user okay charles I see you...two in a row your on thin ice buddy one more like and people are gonna think you are falling for the enemy
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yourinstagram happy birthday to my sworn enemy and the love of my life
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đïž anon â saw ur requests were open and i couldn't help myself đ€ maybe smth w charles and maxâs sister!reader? or a wolff!reader? kind of like a secret relationship and enemies to lovers all combined - and smau wld be awesome! where theyâre been soft-launching and generally sending f1 twt up in flames and then charles j gets jealous of someone flirting w her and hard launches cause he canât take it anymore đ also can i be đïž anon? :)
@raizelchrysanderoctavius â Verstappen!reader, reader is max twin Jos dream is for max to be world champion, so yn dream is to help max to achieve this So yn study hard so she can make a car that will help max win every race to be world champion Yn work for Red Bull and head engineer or something, design the car that Red Bull use
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im in love with your content omgđ your writing style is just chefs kiss
can i req a reader with the tf141 being on a mission and hearing an enemy say something in british slang and they just go "what did they just say.." in comms? like a reader who doesnt know anything about slang like not even that bars in the uk r called pubs (if im not wrong) and just nods whenever a private talks in slang, and their brain is just trying to figure out what they just said?
its just a really silly plot with a silly reader :3
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synopsis just as the req says, you know nothing about british slang and on a mission the enemy speaks british and you dont know what theyre saying :3
relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.
characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.
word count 2.6k
warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].
note HI YES I LOVE THIS REQ!! i take every opportunity i can to make fun of british people so this is right up my alley!! tysm for the compliments hjfhdjskf recently ive been getting more praise on my works and it makes me so happy i love yall. again, sorry if this sounds a little rushed or if any parts are incoherent, i wrote this at 12/1am and im both more productive and write more nonsense at this time + this one is wayyyy shorter than ones i usually do because i didnt know what else to write for it so i apologize for that as well! this is pure fluff and humor (i like to think im funny) so enjoy!!
ââeah, and now we have to camp out here âcause he canât be arsed to do it âimself, so I feel like we should have a chat with the others, see if theyâre willing to leg it out of here with us,â An enemy soldier suggests to you, his British accent thick enough that you think it might be cockney.
You cross your arms to hide your shaking hands and nod in agreement, as if you understood anything he said, and put on the same shitty British accent youâd been using for the past five minutes youâd been talking to this guy.
âYeah, yeah, totally,â You agree, clearing your throat before asking, âYou know where the others are stationed?â
âYou donât?â He asks, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.
âMate, all the orders I was given went in one ear and out the other,â You sigh, holding back a wince at your desperate attempt to sound more natural using British slang, âI just know Iâve got to stand out here and shoot the enemy.â
The enemy eyes you suspiciously and he takes a moment to try and read your face before he says, âI donât think Iâve seen you before, actually. Which would be weird, if weâre in the same platoon, donât youââÂ
You sigh and quickly pull out the small switchblade you had hanging on your belt, stabbing the enemy in the neck before he can say anything else and grabbing him before he can drop to the ground, putting a hand behind his back as you half lead half drag him into a dark alleyway beside the building he was stationed outside of.Â
You quickly set him down into a sitting position and take your knife out of his throat, tucking the blade back into the handle before adjusting it to latch onto your belt once again, letting out a frustrated huff as you stare at the now dead man in front of you.Â
â[c/n], how copy?â Priceâs voice crackles through on your ear piece.Â
You push in the PTT button and lower your voice, âCopy, I fucked up a little bit. One of the guys was onto me.â
âYou were there for five bloody minutes,â Gazâs voice rings through, his tone both disbelieving and amused, âHowâd he already catch onto you?âÂ
âThe British are smarter than I thought,â You breathe out, standing up and looking around for a ladder to climb to get to higher ground before anyone spots you. You go farther into the alley and find an old, rusty ladder with rungs that look like theyâd snap if someone sneezed on them too hardâperfect for climbing up.
You wrinkle your nose as your hand makes contact with one of the rungs but donât say anything otherwise, instead wordlessly hauling yourself up onto the ladder.Â
âReminder that thereâs three British people with you, currently,â Ghostâs deadpan tone crackles, his breathing heavy, as you can tell heâs whispering into his mic, âAll of which are very smart.â
âI caught you reading the instructions on a box of tea bags the other day, donât fuckinâ talk right now,â You grumble, slowly climbing up the ladder, hating the creaking noises it makes as you do. It sounds like itâs going to snap at any minute, and you try to go up as fast as you can, but one wrong move and youâll easily slip, some of the rust that flakes off of the ladder enough to make you slip up.Â
âThey were circles,â Ghost says, exasperated, âI didnât know if that made a difference.âÂ
âI thought British people were supposed to know everything about tea,â You roll your eyes, putting your hand on the next rusty rung up on the ladder.Â
âYeah, L.t,â Soap agrees with you teasingly, the wind hitting his mic, making it obvious that heâs running, âThought ye Brits were sâpossed to ken everything âbout tea.âÂ
You laugh quietly to yourself as you finally make it to the top of the building, the top just high enough for you to look at the few soldiers below and hear a majority of their conversations without them noticing you.
You get to the edge of the rooftop and pull the sniper rifle youâd been carrying around off of your back, glad to finally be back in your element rather than trying to get in undercover, and set it up.Â
You pull the stand out and set it on the edge of the roof, and look through the scope of the rifle, lining it up so that itâs aiming directly at one of the soldierâs heads, specifically the one that was standing directly out of the entrance you originally were meant to try and get intoâbut doing this didnât change much.
Regardless of if you got in or not, he wouldâve died, and the others wouldâve gotten in too. You getting in first was just meant to make it more efficient.
You press down on the PTT button on your earpiece as you look through the scope of your sniper rifle, keeping the aim on the soldier in front of the entrance, âThe guy in front of the entrance is just standing still, so whenever you need me to, I can shoot âim down.âÂ
âI donât think we need to get in just yet,â Price hums, âBut maybe in a minute.â
âMâkay,â You hum, taking your eye away from the scope, instead just looking over at the enemy soldiers. You lay on your stomach, leaning your head down a bit to try and listen in on the enemyâs conversations easier, trying your best not to make yourself too obvious.
The conversations were pretty boring and almost the same for every soldier youâd eavesdropped on, for the most part. Enemy soldiers joking around, talking about what theyâll do once theyâre on leaveâlike they would be able to do that after you completed your assignmentâand just some general team camaraderie.
The lackluster subjects of their conversations werenât bad at all, no, in fact, you could care less what they talk about.Â
It was their stupid accents you hated.Â
Are you surrounded by British people everyday? Yes. Does that stop you from hating on the British everyday? No. Okay, maybe the accents arenât stupid, but God, they had the thickest cockney accents youâd heard in your entire life, and it was making your eavesdropping so much harder, and had almost been the reason you were given away earlier.
They used slang words that youâre certain youâve never heard before in your life, and used analogies that didnât even make senseâyou heard one of them use the words, verbatim, âDonât get stroppyâ. Stroppy? Stroppy?Â
You narrow your eyes down at the soldiers below you, listening to a conversation theyâd just started up.Â
ââeah, âcause he canât be arsed to do anything about it, so now we have to camp out here and wait for somethinâ to happen,â One of the soldiers scoffs, âIâm telling you, man, if I see that skull-masked bloke runninâ âround out here, Iâm legging it from âim immediately.âÂ
You draw your eyebrows together in confusion, but you stay silent for now. Isnât that exactly what the other soldier said? Are they like a hive mind or something?
âYouâre legging it?â The other soldier asked, sounding almost incredulous, âWhat happened to you chattinâ to some of the others about your loyalty and what not?â
âAll thatâs irrelevant when the fuckinâ grim reaper rolls around and starts murkinâ people like heâs been doing for the entirety weâve been here, mate,â The first soldier laughs, âYou think I wanna be here when he does that?âÂ
âDonât act like a prat about it, manâfuckinâ talkingâ like you can outrun him.â
âA prat? Iâm notââ You tune out the rest of their argument and instead try and figure out what they were saying.
A prat? Legging it? Canât be arsed? What the fuck? You push the PTT button on your earpiece and as quietly as you can, you ask, âI need some help. Serious help. Life or death situation.â
Immediately, Priceâs voice rings through, âWhat? What is it? What happened?â
âThe soldiers are British and I canât tell what theyâre saying,â You answer, ignoring Priceâs relieved sigh on his end, âI need help.â
âJesus, fuck, donât scare me like that,â Price sighs, taking a few breaths before continuing, âAlright, what do you need help with?âÂ
âFiguring out what theyâre saying.â
This time, you hear Gazâs voice crackle through, âWell, youâve got three British people hereâtell us what heâs saying.âÂ
âOne of the guys was talking about âlegging itâ if he saw Ghost heading towards him, and talked about Ghost âmurkingâ people, and then the other guy he was talking to told him he was being a âpratâ about it and he got all offended,â You eloquently say into the earpiece, watching as the argument gets a little more heated. You can hear an amused huff from Ghost on his end and a scoff from Soap in return.Â
âTheyâre just saying theyâre gonna run away if they see Ghost because heâs been killing a lot of their soldiers, and the other guy said he was being a prat, which I guess is likeâŠâ Gaz pauses to think of how to explain the slang term before settling on, âSomeone whoâs kind of full of themselves, I guess. Or ignorant. Either or.âÂ
âThey couldnât just say that?â You muse quietly, still staring down at the enemy soldiers.Â
âIâm gonna pretend you didnât just say that,â Priceâs voice cuts through, âGo ahead and shoot the guy down. Iâm ready to head in.â
âGot it,â You hum, quickly putting your eye back up to your scope and readjusting it a bit before quietly warning, âShooting him now.âÂ
You pull the trigger and the enemy goes down immediately, and through your scope you can see the small twitching of his body as the other soldier starts to freak out.
You quickly aim the gun at his still-alive friend and shoot him down as well, silently congratulating yourself on your good aim and continuing to look through the scope, watching as Price runs in with Gaz and a few other soldiers.Â
They struggle with the door for a moment and you sigh before pressing in the PTT button on your earpiece and quietly saying, âPrice, Gaz, move away from the door for a sec.â
Wordlessly, they do as theyâre told, and you take the opportunity to line up the gunâs aim with the complex electronic panel on the outside of the door and pull the trigger, shooting the most crucial part of the panel, causing itâs functions to disrupt and as a result, the doors open.Â
âThanks for that,â Gaz breathes out as Price kicks open the door, his voice cut off a bit at the end as he takes his hand off the PTT button too quickly in order to follow after Price.Â
âUh huh. Of course,â You say offhandedly, taking your eye away from the scope of your sniper rifle and listening to the loud sirens go off in the facility the others break into, and push yourself up so that you can sit up straight to properly watch it. You grunt as you sit up, stretching your arms out for a moment before letting them fall into your lap.Â
âAre they in?â Soap asks, curious, his voice a little strained and breathy. Thereâs no loud gusts of wind coming through his mic anymore, and you look around for a moment, before your eyes catch on to him climbing up a ladder to get to the rooftop adjacent to yours.
Your lips twitch into a smile at the sight of him completely clueless to your presence and you press your PTT button to talk.Â
âYeah, theyâre in,â You say, watching as he finally gets to the rooftop, âDidnât you hear the sirens?âÂ
You can see Soapâs eyebrows furrowed together in confusion for a moment, and he looks around for a moment before finally seeing you on the rooftop directly next to his, and he looks surprised for a moment before a grin splits across his face. You see him press the PTT button on his mic as well.Â
âI did, yeah, just wanted tae be sure,â He says into his mic, looking right at you as he does, âItâs a surprise seeing you here.âÂ
âImagine how I feel,â You muse, almost to yourself, before looking away from Soap and speaking up, âGhost, you donât wanna join us on the rooftops?âÂ
âAbsolutely not,â He replies almost immediately, making you huff out a small laugh and Soapâs grin grow, âIâm perfectly fine on the ground.âÂ
âWhere are you?â You ask, scanning the area around you for Ghost, âI feel like I havenât seen you this whole time.âÂ
âIâm just behind the facility,â Ghost hums, voice still a low whisper, âIâm gonna be heading in once Gaz and Price make it to the second floor to clean up the first, in case thereâs anyone left.âÂ
âYouâve been behind the facility this whole time?â Soapâs voice cuts through, surprised by the fact.Â
âMhm,â Ghost hums.Â
âItâs a bit boring back there, innit?â Gazâs voice crackles through, his voice a little breathy, âYou can sweep the first floor, by the way. Should be nobody left, though. Pretty sure all the soldiers were just faffing around, not doing much.âÂ
âFucking faffing around?â You ask incredulously to yourself, though apparently your voice is loud enough to make Soap chuckle.Â
As if he can read your mind, Priceâs voice comes through, âFaffing around is just doing nothing or doing nothing particularly productive, [c/n].âÂ
You sigh and push your PTT button this time, talking into your mic, âYou couldnât just say that, Gaz? You had to say something silly like faffing around?âÂ
âItâs not silly,â Gaz says, his frown audible, âThey were faffing around.âÂ
âJesus, fuck,â You breathe out, laughing lightly, âItâs totally silly.â
âNo, itâs not.â
âYeah it is.â
âNo itâsââÂ
âI just want one day where you two donât start up stupid arguments like this,â Priceâs tired sigh comes through, âJust one day, I beg of you both.âÂ
âAw, Captain, we were just faffing around,â You whine playfully, the misuse of the slang making Soap cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter and you hear Ghost groan into his mic.Â
âThat is absolutely not how you use that,â Gaz says, though you can hear some laughter in his voiceâfrom your very non-British accent saying British phrases, you presume, a small grin gracing your lips at the thought.Â
âIt sounded natural to me,â You lie straight through your teeth, shrugging even though only Soap can see you.Â
âYouâre insufferable,â Gaz groans, making you laugh quietly, âNever use British slang again, please.âÂ
âWhat if I get a British accent? Will that fix it?â
âNothing can fix what youâve said today, [c/n].â
âWell thatâs dramatic,â You scoff, âIâll learn British just for you guys.âÂ
âHoly shit, please stop talking,â Priceâs exasperated voice interrupts the both of you, âYouâre both insufferable. Drop it.âÂ
â⊠I donât think I will,â You say defiantly, making all three British people in the same voice channel as you groan in unison, the sound sounding like some sort of middle school choir trying to sing in harmony, âIâll use Duolingo or something to learn it.âÂ
âBritish isnât a language you learn, you muppet,â Price grumbles, making you snort.Â
âMuppet?âÂ
âItâs someone whoâs dumb and clueless and canât take a hint, like you,â Ghost defines, âAnd Soap, most of the time.âÂ
âDaenât go dragginâ mae into this,â Soapâs voice quickly cuts through, âI havenât said onything.âÂ
âUh, yes you absolutely did, earlier, remember?â Gaz argues, ignoring Priceâs protests for him to stop arguing, âAbout Ghost being stupid with the tea thing?âÂ
âOh, Iâll have you all knowââÂ
âGhost, donât startââÂ
You listen as the once casual, teasing conversation turns into an argument and chuckle quietly to yourself, knowing that theyâd be arguing about this until you all finished your assignment.
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â IN HER OWN LILâ WORLD
â paring: e!42 miles x black!fem!reader
â genre: fluff
â summary: you can chat for the world, so you tell it all to none other than your boyfriend.
â a/n: the way this is a self insert bc when i tell u i can CHATTTTTT đ this is pretty much inspired by the song âlove is only a feelingâ (hence the title, that âsheâs so perfect in her lil worldâ) so you might see a bit of lyric references in it. writing ts at 2am got me TIRED than a mf, but enjoy !!
You were a natural talker. You could talk for hours without getting tired. You could talk for the whole world, even. So you tell everything you want to say to your world, Miles. Miles loved everything about you. But when you would talk to him non-stop, and the way youâd articulate your words? Made his whole day.
âShe came up to me tryna start sum, and you know I wouldnât take that shi, so I had to deal wit her.â you explained, sitting on your boyfriendâs lap, his hands on your waist, as you continued to tell the story you had been telling Miles about for the past 26 minutes.
âMami, you fought her?â he asked, his head cocking to the side and his eyebrows furrowed. âDas crazy, ainât I said if you got a problem tell me?â You never really knew how, but whenever a person would cause you problems, Miles would always find a way to sort it out.
You tried to think to yourself, before you realised what he said to you just a ago week ago, catching your breath as you did so.
âAight ma, after that fight, if you got any more beef wit somebody, for a good reason, you come to me, you heard?â
âOh yeah..â you could hear a soft sigh coming from Miles and watched as he slightly shook his head, which made you smile. âThatâs my bad. But she still deserved that shit.â
âSo ima take it you won? Or else ima be even more annoyed.â he questioned you, raising an eyebrow, engaging himself more into the conversation.
You chuckled at his question, and your answer made him grin. âOf course I did! You ainât never gon see me lose a fight.â
âThatâs my girl. Now, tell me the rest.â you smiled at Miles as he waited for you to continue. You were always a talkative person, and Miles would always be the one to listen.
âYou sure I ainât talking yo ear off, baby?â you laughed quietly as you spoke, feeling the slightest bit self-conscious that you were talking too much. Miles, however, laughed at what you said.
âMami, you always do, but I love it.â
âAhora, no dejes que te detenga amor, sigue hablĂĄndome.â (Now, don't let me stop you love, keep talking to me.)
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the three words
pairings: bucky barnes x y/n reader Â
based on the request below âŹïžâŹïž
Ok, here it goes. Can I request a story where y/n is dating Bucky, it's new, like they haven't had sex yet, they both love each other and want to have sex, but Y/n is a survivor of SA, and Bucky will be the first guy she will be with since the assault happen. Can you write about how Bucky will take the news of the assault and how he helps Y/n move past what happened and build a life with him? A bit of Angst, a little bit of smut and a whole lot of fuff.
warnings: smut 18+ (unprotected sex, fingering, creampie), discussion of past sexual assault on reader, insecure thoughts (reader), angst, fluff, bucky is an absolute sweetheart đ- let me know if I missed any ;)Â
word count: 6206 - oops
a/n: Please pay attention to the warnings and donât read if it will trigger you in any way. The reader blames herself for her SA but please know that if you have ever experienced anything like this it was not your fault, I hope youâre doing okay and Iâm proud of you <3Â
Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :)Â
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Bucky notices you sniffling and pulls you closer towards him, he doesnât hide his laughter and you know exactly why. Movie nights had always been a part of your relationship and without fail they always made you cry.
âDoll, this is supposed to be a happy movie.â Bucky whispered close to your ear.Â
You turn your head and look up to see him smiling down at you. âIt is happy,â you wipe your eyes trying to stop the tears from falling, âthese are happy tears.â Bucky couldnât help but laugh a little more, he loved these little things about you, like the way you always cried when watching movies, the way you always laugh at someone's jokes even if they aren't even remotely funny, the way you will always make sure to have his favourite snacks when you invite him over, but especially the way you make him feel. He had spent his whole life waiting to feel this way with someone, and with everything that has happened to him he really didn't think he would ever get the chance. You felt the same way towards him, youâd only been dating for a few months but you truly loved him. You just hadnât been able to bring yourself to say the three words to him, part of you was scared he wouldnât say it back.
You managed to get through the last part of the movie only crying a couple times before the credits started rolling. You hadnât realised how late it had gotten before you saw the time on your phone, Bucky had stayed over a few times in your apartment and you loved having him there, you felt safe with him beside you but sometimes the tiny voice in the back of your mind convinced you things would go wrong, tonight you decided you werenât going to listen to that voice.Â
âYou wanna stay tonight?â you asked hesitantly, what if he said no?Â
âCourse I do doll, if youâre okay with it?â
âAlways.â you shoot a smile up at him to show you were truly happy for him to stay over.Â
âIâll be through in a minute, I just need to wash my face okay?â you say as you stand up and start walking towards the bathroom.Â
âOkay, doll.â When you get to your bedroom you see Bucky in the middle of taking his pants down, you couldnât deny the physical attraction you had for him, you even craved his touch but you werenât ready to do that with him. Not yet.Â
âI put a toothbrush beside the sink for you.â
âThank you,â Bucky comes over to you and brings his lips to your forehead for a soft kiss, âIâll just be a minute.â You nod your head in reply and begin to change into your pyjamas. You opted for a thin shorts and t-shirt set, remembering last time Bucky stayed over and your bed became way too warm, he was like a walking heater.Â
âCute pjâs.âÂ
âItâs just plain shorts and a shirt Buck.â you say back with a smile on your face.
He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, âWell, I think you look very cute,â you feel your cheeks flush as he says it. He pulls away and climbs into the right side of the bed, knowing you prefer the left side and pats the space beside him. âYou comin doll?â You climb in beside him and practically melt into his touch.Â
He brings his face down to yours and leans in for a kiss, a slow, deep kiss and you lean into it, kissing him back. He moves his fingers up to your arm and starts to trail his fingers in circles over it, slowly moving to your chest, his lips following the same direction. You could tell what he wanted to do but you weren't ready for it, it took a second for you to say the words that were racing through your brain, âWait Bucky, stop.â Your words came out a lot softer than you meant them to, you were almost scared he wouldnât listen, but he backs away from you instantly and looks up to see your eyes becoming glossy.Â
âWhat's wrong? Are you okay?â You could see the concern in his eyes and you hated yourself for making him worry. You hated yourself for not being able to give him what he wanted, you knew he deserved a girlfriend who could make him feel good.Â
âIâm fine, but um,â you pause and take a breath before continuing âcan we just cuddle tonight?â your voice was just as soft as before, and he could tell.
His eyes softened at your question, âYeah baby, of course.â He lies back down and pulls you gently next to him. You lay your head down on his chest and get comfortable, he can feel the deep sigh of relief you take.
A couple minutes of silence pass before you can bring yourself to speak, and all you can manage is âIâm sorry.â
âY/n, I promise, you have nothing to be sorry for. We donât ever have to do anything you donât want to do, okay?â You try to answer him but you canât find any words so you just nod against his chest. He rubs his hand gently over your arm trying to comfort you, the most important thing to him was that the girl he loved felt safe with him and he hoped you knew that. You had to know that right? That he loved you?Â
You wanted to thank him for understanding and for not forcing you to do anything you didn't want to do but you couldnât. Not without telling him about what happened to you, and you weren't ready to do that yet. You desperately wanted to tell him you loved him, to say those three words to him but the little voice in the back of your mind has once again taken control. He wouldnât love you back, you know he wouldnât and it would ruin everything.Â
You try to push those thoughts far out of your mind and let sleep take over.Â
You're not sure when you managed to fall asleep but when you woke up the space beside you was empty, he left? Did you scare him away? That thought doesnât last long because you hear a bang in the kitchen and run through to find Bucky and the floor covered in waffle batter.Â
You try to hide your giggles and ask if heâs okay but you nearly double over from laughing so hard. You finally manage to string together a sentence, âWhat happened in here?âÂ
Bucky did not find the batter spilling that funny but when he saw you laughing over it his heart melted, and he joined you in laughing. âOkay. This was not my faultâ he says looking around him.
âReally? You raise your eyebrows and sport a grin on your face, âSo whoâs fault would it be?âÂ
âWell..â he pauses trying to think of an excuse but fails, âIt was an accidentâ you walk over to him, looking out for the batter on the way, still laughing at the situation.Â
âI suppose I can forgive you this time, but, only if you go change so I can hug youâÂ
âJust as soon as I clean this up, dollâ He goes to grab the paper towels but you get there first.
âI will clean it up, you,â you point towards him âgo get changed.âÂ
âOkay finee,â He sighs, âI will be right back.âÂ
It doesnât take long to clean up and once you're finished you notice 3 cooked waffles beside the cooker, they must have been the only ones who survived Buckyâs awful cooking. Behind the waffles are tons of toppings, honey, whipped cream, strawberries and he even had grapes cut up for you, which were your favourite topping. It was unlike him to make breakfast, he would normally insist you go out because of this very reason, it normally ended up in something being broken or burnt.Â
âSo Chef Barnes, what made you decide to cook breakfast today?â you ask as he strolls back into the kitchen in a much cleaner state. He stands behind you and wraps his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder.Â
âJust wanted to treat my girl, sorry it didnât go to planâ you can hear sadness in his voice as he speaks.Â
âHey, we got 3 perfectly good waffles here, and you know what they say.â He turns his head to you, his brows furrowed together, you sense his confusion and continue. âDonât cry over spilt waffle batter.â You both laugh at your words.Â
âIâm pretty sure thatâs not the phrase, doll.âÂ
âHmm, Iâm pretty sure it is,â you tease back. âHow âbout we try these waffles? Iâm looking forward to seeing how much your cooking skills have improved.â
âI wouldnât get your hopes up too high, but they look kind of okay?â His words slow down as he lifts the waffles up and inspects them. You peck his cheek quickly and lift the toppings off the counter.
âCome on, letâs do a taste testâ You move to the table and lay out the toppings whilst Bucky brings over the waffles and orange juice. You both top your waffles, you choose grapes and whipped cream, and Bucky chooses honey, strawberries and cream. Bucky was almost burning a hole in your soul with how hard he was watching you take your first bite, so you decided to tease him. You purposefully make no facial expressions as you finish the bite.Â
âSo, where did you find the recipe for the waffles?âÂ
His eyes slightly squint together, âI got Sam to send me one,â You just nod. âAre they bad? I can make you something else if you want, well, not make I've had enough of the kitchen today.â
You finally break character and let out a huge giggle, âIâm just kidding, Buck. They taste really good.â He looks at you and you can tell heâs surprised, not quite believing you. âReally! Try it.â You nod towards his plate.
He takes a bite and chews slowly, almost scared of his own cooking skills before a smirk creeps onto his face. âYou know what, I donât think Iâll retire my chefs hat quite yet.âÂ
âAs long as you promise to let me know next time, so I can have the fire extinguisher on standby.â The rest of breakfast went just like that, teasing each other, laughing together, everything felt good again.Â
Bucky couldnât stay with you for much longer that day, he had to go to the compound and meet Sam for training and preparation for a mission they had planned this week. You were sad he had to go but you knew it was important, plus it gave you time to go into work for a bit and check everything was okay with your store. You took a step back from working a couple years ago when things got a little too much, and thankfully you had great employees who could manage most of the workload without you, but as the owner you still had a lot to manage. Which is why you decided to go in today, you ended up serving customers and you enjoyed it. You didnât think you would ever feel okay enough to work in the front again, things were really looking up for you. You worked until close and decided to stay longer to catch up on the paperwork you originally came to do until around 9pm when Bucky texts you.Â
Buck
Hey doll, you alright? Sorry Iâve not been near my phone all day
You
Iâm good! Miss you though :(Â
Buck
I miss you too! Have you eaten yet?Â
YouÂ
No, Iâve been at the store all day, you?Â
BuckÂ
Iâll be done here in like 30 minutes, want me to bring dinner around?Â
YouÂ
I would love that đ
BuckÂ
See you soon, dollÂ
You finish the folder you are working on and head home, arriving just a few minutes before Bucky.Â
âHow many people are we feeding Buck?â you tease. Heâs balancing 3 bags of food in his arms when he walks in.Â
âI may or may not have gone a tad overboard, butttt,â he trails off as he puts the bags down and digs through one of them, âI got your favourite pasta.â He pulls a box out of the bag and holds it up.Â
Your eyes light up at the box and the biggest smile appears on your face which makes Buckyâs heart melt. âThank you,â you kiss his cheek, âyouâre the best.âÂ
You both plate your food up and sit at the table to eat. Bucky tells you all about the ways Sam annoyed him today, even though you know theyâre secretly best friends. You told him all about your day, even though you felt like it was pretty boring he listened to every word.
Before you know it, it was late again, and just like the night before you ask Bucky to stay over but his response is different tonight.
âDo you want me to?â His voice was smaller than usual, like it was lined with doubt.Â
You did want him to stay, you hoped he knew that. âI do Buck, but you donât have to if you donât want toâ You tried to hide the shakiness in your voice but Bucky could hear it.Â
âI do, I swear I do,â he goes silent for a few seconds before he finds the words heâs trying to say. âDo you feel safe with me?â His question catches you off guard, so off guard that it takes you a minute to process it.Â
âI do Bucky.âÂ
âI promise I would never hurt you, and Iâm really sorry for last night, I never want to make you feel uncomfortable, and you being safe is the most important thing for me.â You could feel tears starting to form and take a deep breath to try and stop them. The thing was they weren't sad tears, they weren't happy tears either, but they were because you believed every single word Bucky had said to you, you did feel safe with him, you truly believed he would never hurt you, and you loved him.
Before you say anything to him you pull him in for a hug, he wraps his arms around you tightly and you can both tell neither of you want to let go, but you force yourself to. You had been debating with yourself for weeks on whether you could open up to him but tonight you had no doubts, you trusted him fully and finally felt ready to tell him.Â
âYou didnât make me uncomfortable, I mean it wasnât your fault, and itâs not that I didnât want to, Iâm just not ready for that yetâ Youâre looking at him as you speak trying to sense how he is feeling, but all you can see in his eyes are care and concern for you. Seeing that he cares for you pushes you to keep going. âCan you promise not to judge me if I tell you something ?â You knew he wouldnât but you still felt the need to ask.
âDoll, I would never, I promise. Listen, if you want to tell me this you can but do not feel like you have to okay? Itâs your choice, and whenever youâre ready to talk I will listen to you. Always.â What he really wanted to say was that he loved you but he didnât want to overwhelm you.
You nod your head as he speaks to you, but find yourself looking down before you continue speaking. âThere was this man, heâd been coming into the store a lot and he would always chat to me, he seemed like a really nice guy. He would always ask how I was and how my day was going. I even started to like him.â Your breathing starts to quicken and you try to keep yourself calm but you felt like you were reliving what happened and it scared you.
âTake your time, Y/n. Breathe, itâs okayâ
âIâm sorry.â
âYou have nothing to apologise for, itâs okay, take your time, take a break if you need to.âÂ
You shake your head when he suggests taking a break, you knew if you stopped you wouldnât be able to start again. You lower your head down to where your hands are playing with each other, and try and catch your breath before speaking again.
âIt was just a normal day, he came in, in the morning and we spoke like usual. It wasnât until I was walking home that I saw him again. It was really dark out and I thought someone was following me, I felt like I was being watched and then he appeared on the other side of the street. I feel so stupid for it now but I was relieved, it was someone I sort of knew so when he offered to walk me home I said yes, I thought that was better than walking alone in the dark.âÂ
You were trying so hard to stop the tears leaving your eyes but it felt impossible, you weren't just sad over reliving what happened but you were angry, at him and at yourself. If you had just made a different choice that night everything would have been different.
âEverything was fine for a few minutes, then he started putting his arm around me and I asked him nicely to move it, but instead of moving it away he moved it lower. I kept asking him to stop but he wouldnât, he just kept touching me. I tried to get away from him but he pulled me into an alley and pinned me against the wall.â
You still hadnât looked back up at Bucky so you had no idea how he was reacting to this, you just hoped he wouldnât hate you after or look at you any different. What you couldnât see was that Bucky was holding back his tears, he had an idea of what you were going to say - even though heâd hoped he was wrong -Â and with every word you said he got sadder, but he knew this wasnât the time for him to be upset, he just wanted to make sure you were okay.Â
âI told him no, I told him I didnât want it but he kept saying I didnât know what I wanted and that he would show me, I wanted to scream but it was like my voice was trapped, I was so scared but there was nothing I could do stop him, I swear I tried to fight him. He just wouldn't stop.â The words were spilling out of you at this point, you couldnât control them. âHe didnât stop until he'd decided he'd had enough and then he just walked away like he did nothing wrong, like everything was fine. I ran home and it hadnât really set in what had happened, it didnât until the next day when I was back at work and he came in again acting nice again, like the night before never happened. Thatâs when I realised it was wrong, that it was beating me up inside but he was fine. Thatâs why I took a step back from work, I haven't seen him since that day.â This was when you looked up at Bucky, you could see the tears forming on his eyelashes but he wasnât letting them run, he looked angry, not at you of course but your brain convinced you he was. You panicked at the thought of that, maybe he believed it was your fault? Your breathing started to speed up and you could feel your heart beat faster and faster like it was going to jump out your chest, and you suddenly felt like you had to defend yourself for what happened.
âI know I probably shouldnât have been walking home alone, especially in the dark, and I know I must have led him on at some point, maybe when he came into work or on the walk home or maybe I said-â before you can blame yourself anymore Bucky stops you. He wanted to let you talk, he wanted to listen like he said he would but he could not let you blame yourself for this. He so badly wanted to reach out and physically comfort you but he didnât want to panic you more.
âY/n, you are not to blame for what happened to you, this is not on you, itâs on the guy who assaulted you, and it never should have happened.â Bucky is the first person youâve told about this so hearing these words felt like a weight was being lifted off of you. He believed you. He didnât blame you for it. âCan I hug you?âÂ
You nod your head, you missed the safe feeling you got when he held you in his arms. âItâs not your fault this happened. Iâm here for you, okay? We can just stay like this all night if you want, whatever you need.â
You did want that, it was everything you wanted and needed, to be held by the one person who made you feel safe and loved. âThank you Bucky.â
âItâs okay doll, no need to thank meâ He brings his head down to yours and softly kisses your forehead. âItâs okay.â Thatâs how the rest of the night went, cuddled up on the couch until you both fell asleep.Â
When you woke up the next morning Bucky was still asleep, you were still in his arms but you didnât make any effort to move, this was the place you needed to be in right now. Youâre not sure how long you lay there but soon Bucky starts to move beside you.Â
You turn to him âHi.â His eyes open slowly, trying to adjust to the daylight.Â
âHi.â You both let out a small chuckle at how you have woken up. âHave you been up long?âÂ
âNo, sorry for falling asleep on you.â You go to sit yourself up only now realising you were probably squishing him considering your couch wasnât that big but he gently pulls you back down beside him.Â
âDonât be sorry, I like laying like thisâ Without realising you melt into his touch, letting his arms gather round you. âHave you got any plans today?âÂ
Your brows furrow for a second as you try and remember if you had anything planned today, when youâre confident you don't you shake your head. âDo you have to go into the compound today?âÂ
âNope. We finished all the prep yesterday, we could do something if you want?â
âHmmâ you pretend to weigh out your options but you have no doubts in saying yes, âI suppose we could do something.âÂ
âYouâre funny,â he teases before an idea pops into his head which gets him excited. âDo you remember that park you were telling me about, with the dog cafe?â Your eyes immediately perk up at the mention of the dog cafe, ever since you saw it online a couple weeks ago you had wanted to go. Â
âYes!â
âYou up for going? We can take my bike and go for a drive by the beach after if you want.â
âYou know Iâll never say no to going out on your bike.â The first time you went on Buckyâs bike you were terrified but it ended up being some of the most fun youâd had in a long time, and now you jamp at the chance to go on it.
âI swear you love that thing more than me.â he said as he chuckled beside you.Â
You laugh at what he says but in your mind youâre thinking that you honestly didnât think you could love anything or anyone more than him.Â
âAs much as Iâm loving cuddling with you baby, I need a shower.âÂ
â5 more minutes?â you look up at him and pout your lips a little.Â
âI will always say yes to more cuddles.âÂ
5 minutes turns into 30 but you finally get up and showered, and head out to the cafe. It was everything you couldâve hoped for, you and Bucky had the biggest smiles on your faces the whole time. You were smitten over all the puppies, and so was Bucky, although he was more in love with the owner's little white cat who wouldnât leave his side. Not that he was complaining, you think that was his favourite part.Â
After the cafe Bucky takes you on a ride around the city, it mustâve been for a few hours, making different stops whenever something seemed interesting enough. The final stop you made was the beach, it was a little more into the country so there was a lot less people and noise. You made it just in time for the sun beginning to set, you and Bucky are both leaning against his bike, Bucky has his left arm wrapped around you and you have your head up against his shoulder. It was peaceful, mostly silent, both of you just watching the waves crash against each other.Â
You were happy, Bucky was happy, everything was good. Bucky should be looking at the view but he canât take his eyes off of you, the way your hair is blowing slightly in the wind and the slight curve in your lips every time you see a wave crashing against the sand. He decides he canât hold it in anymore and breaks the silence. âY/n?âÂ
âHmm?â you lift your head away from him a little so you can see him.
âI love you.â you freeze for a second, in complete shock over his words and he notices so continues speaking, âYou donât have to say it back, but I just want you to know I really love you.âÂ
âBuckyâ You turn your whole body towards him now and lift your feet up a little so youâre level with him. âI love you.â
This was the moment you had been waiting for, you finally said the three words you had been wanting to say. It was perfect, better than you expected, itâs how it always looks in the movies, on a beach at sunset, which some would say is cringy but for you it was perfect.Â
From that day your relationship only got better, you missed Bucky when he was away on missions but youâve started going into the store a few days a week now which helped pass the time. You were still mostly working from home where you felt safer but things were really good. Bucky had helped you through a lot in the last couple months, he supported you through all the times you felt responsible for what happened to you and reassured you that it was not your fault in the slightest. When you had random days where life was just a little bit harder he reassured you that it was okay to have those bad days, and that he was there for you, and that he loved you more than life itself.Â
One thing that hadnât changed in the past couple of months was your sexual relationship with Bucky, youâd made it clear that night that you werenât ready for anything more to happen and he was okay with that. The truth was he would wait as long as you wanted or needed before doing anything more, he understood why you arenât ready and respected you. As much as he likes to pretend he isn't, he actually is a huge cuddle addict, every night he comes home he rushes to hug you and doesnât want to let go all night. Bucky still had his own apartment but he stayed at yours most nights, it wasnât official but he had basically moved in, his things had filled up the empty spaces you once had and his own apartment was pretty bare now.Â
It had been a normal day up until now, you and Bucky were laying in bed, but you felt different tonight, youâre not sure what shifted but you wanted to take things further. You bring your lips to his neck and whisper into his ear. âI love you.â
Bucky lets out a breathy chuckle as you speak, âI love you too baby.â
You bring your lips closer and place soft little kisses over his neck, whilst you run your fingers through his hair. âThat feels nice..â He can feel your smile against his skin, which causes his cheeks to fill with blush. You were craving his touch and you knew he wouldnât do anything without your permission so you asked for what you wanted, what you needed.Â
âBucky, touch me.â You see his eyes widen at your words, he was slightly surprised.Â
âYou sure?â You nod but he needs more, âI need words, baby.â
You canât help the grin starting to form at the thought of being touched by Bucky, âPlease touch me.âÂ
He turns his body around and guides you to lay flat. âYou look so pretty.â You blush at his compliments, he notices and decides to keep going. First kissing your neck, âMy pretty girl,â he moves lower, kissing your shoulder, and brings his left hand up to your breast. His cold fingers ghost your nipple through your thin shirt which makes you moan quietly, almost a whisper but he heard it. âFeel good baby?â You could feel the heat racing through you, following his line of kisses.Â
As you open your mouth to answer he twists your nipple between his two fingers, you bite your bottom lip trying to stifle the moan trying to escape your mouth. âYou donât have to be quiet, I wanna hear how good you feel.â Bucky lifts your shirt up, exposing your breasts, the cold air hits you but not as hard as his cold fingers do. He continues playing with your nipple with his left arm and brings his mouth to the other.Â
âFuckk, that feels so good Bucky..â You werenât sure if you were making much sense at this point. âPlease Buck- Please.â It was like every bit of you was more sensitive than ever, every time his lips touched you it sent a shiver down your spine. You lift your hips up a little hoping to get some friction against your aching core. You feel his cock through his sweatpants, which made you even more excited.Â
âWhat do you want me to do, baby?â He smirks as you look back at him, he knows what you want but he wasnât going to do it until you asked. You both loved and hated the way he was teasing you, it made you feel so good but you needed more.Â
You wrap your hand around his and bring it down to your shorts, âPlease touch me Bucky.â You pull your hand away from him and he starts to pull your shorts and panties away from you. His fingers slightly graze your clit which makes you whimper under him, âFuckk.âÂ
He runs his fingers up your folds a couple times, you were already so wet and heâd hardly touched you. He starts to run circles over your clit, your head falling back at the feeling, âLike that?â You could practically hear his smirk.
âYes.. Bucky, keep- Fuck. Keep doing that.â His touch was sending you nearer and nearer to your climax, you didnât know if it was because you were touch starved or because he was just that good but oh my god it felt amazing. He brings his other hand down and starts to tease your pussy, he drops a ball of spit down onto you and rubs it over his fingers and around your opening. He slowly pushes two of his fingers into you, you go to bite your lip to try and hide your moaning but remember back to him saying he wants to hear you.
Itâs almost like he could read your mind, âFuck baby, you sound so sexy.. squeezing around my fingers so tight.. Fuck.. I canât wait to feel you around my cockâ Your pussy clenches around his fingers at the mention of him being inside you, pushing you closer towards your orgasm.
âOh. My. God. Bucky, Iâm gonna come.â You manage to string together your sentence through your shaky breaths. No one, not even yourself, had made you cum this quickly before.Â
âGo on Baby, come for me.â He speeds up his fingers rubbing your clit, which along with his words makes you completely let go and your orgasm rushes through you.Â
âFuckk..â Bucky continues to rub your clit but slows down as you come down from your high, whispering praise into your ears.
âYou okay? You did so good.â Youâre still catching your breath so you just nod. He moves to cuddle you a bit but you stop him, heâs confused for a second but then sees the smirk on your face. âWhat?â he teases. Even though you had just come you were still craving more.Â
âBuckyy..â you pause for a second, the shyness coming back. âI want more..â Before he can respond, your leg brushes against his cock and he moans at the sensation.Â
âFuck, Baby. You have no idea what youâre doing to me right now.âÂ
âShow me?â you ask with a smirk. That was all Bucky needed to hear, he starts to take off his sweatpants, you see his cock hit his stomach as his pants fall and a slight whimper leaves your lips.Â
âYou ready baby?âÂ
âPlease, I want you to fuck meâ He presses his cock against your clit and your hips buck up at the feeling. He slides his cock down your folds gathering your wetness, before pushing just the tip in slightly.
He notices your breath hitch and stills himself, âYou okay?âÂ
âYes.. Go slow please.â he was so much bigger than you had ever had before and even with how wet you were you had to adjust.Â
âOkay baby.â He slowly edges himself in more, âFuckk.. Youâre so tight, squeezing my cock so good baby.â His praise was making your pussy squeeze down harder onto him.Â
He was fully in you now and he started to thrust in and out, slow at first but gathering speed quickly. âFuckk.. Bucky. That feels so- so goodâÂ
âYeah baby?â He puts his hands on your hips and keeps thrusting into you, one thrust deeper than the rest hits that special spot inside of you, your eyes roll back and you gasp at the new sensation.Â
âF..Fuck.â You canât manage to speak properly with how good Bucky is making you feel, you were practically panting at this point and you could feel your orgasm coming towards you. You try to tell Bucky how close you are but you canât get out the words.Â
Bucky notices and is worried heâs hurting you or making you uncomfortable. âAre you okay?âÂ
You nod your head slightly but he starts to slow down and you can feel him start to pull out slightly. âBuc- Bucky..â You wrap your legs around him and pull him back towards you, âIâm Okay.. Just please.. I- Iâm so close. Please.âÂ
Your pussy clenches around him, squeezing so tightly it makes it harder for him to slide in and out, you bring your fingers down to your clit and rub circles over it softly. The sight of seeing you touch yourself made Buckyâs cock throb inside of you. âFuckk. Baby.. Iâm not gonna last long seeing you like this,â You were both so close to coming, âSo pretty taking my cock like this, baby.âÂ
He hits that spot again and you feel the band in your stomach snap, âBucky.. Iâm co- Iâm coming. Fuck. Iâm coming.âÂ
âFuckk! Baby.â He groans out as his come shoots inside you, coating your pussy. He slows his movements, helping you come down from your highs, before carefully bringing himself to lay down beside you. You can feel the mixture of both your juices trail out of you, making a mess of your thighs and sheets but you didnât care at this point.
âYou doing okay?â Bucky whispers softly in your ear. You turn to him with a smile on your face and nod.Â
âThat was..â you canât find the words to describe how he made you feel. âThank you Buckyâ It may have come across to Bucky that you were just thanking him for making you feel good but it wasnât just that, you were thanking him for making you feel safe and loved and for waiting until you were ready.Â
Bucky chuckles a little at how lost for words you are, âThank you for trusting me,â He kisses your forehead and pulls you closer towards him, wrapping his arms around you, âI love youâÂ
âI love you more.â The three words you'd once been so scared to say were now one of the things you said most, Bucky truly was your love.Â
âI donât think thatâs possible, baby.âÂ
AHHHH I hope this was okay! Itâs my first requestđ€
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Astro observationsđș
FYI Iâm not a real astrologer, just my observations :) TWđ
The cancer moon men I know are pretty chill and laid back + funny, but the women are so bitchy and moodyđ with a big sweet tooth
Every twin I know either has Gemini or Pisces placements
You ever meet someone and their neck just stands out for some reason added points if they smell good, most likely theyâre a Taurus rising/ mars. Good example is Megan thee stallion her neck is so cute to me hehe
Aries in the chart can show you the things you were introduced to at a very young age, the early memories that you think of and say âThat was wild lolâ
3rd: couldâve started learning way before you started school(like flash cards and things) siblings and cousins, music, having access to electronics early
4th: erratic home life, the woman around you could be go getters
6th: couldâve got a lot of injuries when younger, probably couldnât have a peaceful day even if you tried, bad experiences with animals
7th: domestic abuse, might have seen people having affairs, lots of disagreements between couples
12th:ïżŒparanormal events, you couldâve had a lot of deja vu moments without even knowing, tend to have strong spiritual gifts,people having ill intentions towards you
Aquarius moon or degree/ moon in the 11th tend to have a âsecond momâ a person that treats them like their one of their own children, sometimes even better than their own mother does. đ
The people with mars in the first house I know have so many battle scars on their body
Moon/cancer in 3rd love changing their voices, and they have a bad habit of not telling the whole truth / white lies
Water sign on the descendent- people are always wondering what youâre up to, no matter how much you show them theyâll still wanna know what youâre hiding
Your first house correlates to how you came into this world, I have Chiron (ruled by Virgo) in my 12 conjunct my ascendant, uhm she said she almost d*ed having međ and I was a C-section baby. And the hospital did her so dirty(you know much they hate black women) they didnât even stitch her back up correctly or drain her fluids and to this day she still has problems. The also gave her extra dosages of drugs just cause sheâs a plus size woman- honestly I could go on and on but it really correlates with my cap rising and Neptune/Uranus in 1st
Mercury â Sun, these people voices are justđđ they sound so sensual and unique ugh hard to explain it but đ„Ž ex. Jungkook , Tupac
Gemini/ Libra in 2nd love collecting things like figurines makeup clothes candles plushies, could easily be a borderline hoarder tho
Ives noticed that sun in 10th have a strained relationship with their father, but their later years in life their relationship gets better, or not could really go either way, also could have money issues in their early years but ends up climbing the corporate ladder. It may take you a while to tho but just know itâll be worth it in the end :) also they always stand out at their work place in some way, the coworker that youâre glad to see clock in at rush hour cause you know they gonna handle shit
Venus- mercury positive aspects love giving out nicknames to their favorite people đ„șif theyâre always calling you cute names just know they really care about you lol
Sag moons and degrees have no chillđ like calm down bae sag anything tbhđŹ
9th house ruler in the 11th could go to the same college with their old friends or could become very popular in the area theyâre in, I think theyâd make good bloggers
Air signs or degrees in 5th are trend setters.
Aquarius you inspire people, they could take things and make it into their own like art
With gemini here people will âcopy & pasteâ ur looks. But no matter what it just looks like a knockoff version of what you did lmao it just never look as good as yours
Libra here people are very opinionated on how you express yourself either in a good way or bad, neither less you guys get a lot of compliments on your style
Every time I see a Capricorn rising with Neptune in the 1st itâs like their skin is see through and fragileđŻmakes sense tho since caps rule the skin and Neptune fogs things up. A good example is Ariana Grande her skin looks so delicate
Pluto/Scorpio in the 11th/11th house ruler in 8th, your friends could hate each otherđ€ș also they could have a rough life/childhood, trauma bonding or just experiencing traumatic events together is common here
Chiron in Aries (honestly any Aries placements it just depends on where it is), most people didnât pay attention to them in their childhood in some way so they learned to be independent because of their lack of support cardinal things fr
Thatâs all for today! Give me a follow if you enjoyedđ
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"Im sure a beautiful male that looks a lot like Levan will be born."
THOUGH,,, He did pass the awkward dork genes to Malleus' personality... and for that we are eternally grateful âŒïžđâš
I still laugh at Knight of Dawn and Silver.... they really said to just copy paste him đđ good job twst devsâšâš
Although this makes me think that magical individuals have stronger genes, Princess Leia most likely dont have any magic so maybe thats why hes so alike to his father?? His mom is magicless therefore her physical features didnt transfer onto him lol
Also I headcanon that Levan would be quite saddened that no features of him transferred to Malleus bcs I think he's Diaval of TWST and Diaval in the movie Maleficent thinks highly of himselfâ
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One out the million reasons i dont like THG book->movie adaptions is how they completely destroyed Peetaâs character.
Book Peeta was INSANE like he was on a whole other level. Peeta Mellark is the definition of a sassy man, and they took that away. They took away flirtatious, funny Peeta, and turned him into a fucking simp. Like yes, he was also a simp in the book but in the movies they made that his entire personality. They made it seem like he revolved his whole life around Katniss. They removed the majority of his iconic lines except âshe came her with meâ and âif it werenât for the babyâ.
They also removed the fact that he was a painter, although in Mockingjay, Katniss says the " Youre a painterâŠ", but I have actually seen people get confused by that and it kills me đ Like how he would paint his nightmares as a coping mechanism.
They also really glossed over his trauma. Like him being abused. AND HIM LOSING HIS LEG??! I feel like thatâs SO important and it gets on my NERVES.
Also his accent. God. If he had an appalachian accent AND he said his iconic lines, I wouldve died on the spot honestly.
Thereâs just so many things they got rid of from his character and I feel like it was because they tried to market âthe love triangleâ as a main theme, and if that was going to work then they had to give Gale some chance right? Because if they copied and pasted Peetas character from the books then iâm willing to bet âTeam Galeâ wouldâve never been a thing. But it just makes me sad that they reduced a film about various issues of our society into a love story. Like yes there was still obviously a love story in the book, but only between Peeta and Katniss, because Gale was never an option LOL. Anyways i just feel like they made him a boring character. Same with Katniss. Both of their personalities were taken away from them but Josh and Jen did the best with what material they were given.
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Can we have more leopril stuff please?
Yeahhh LMAO I like the idea of Leo pining in silence, she must seem so stoic to April but rlly they're just swooning when she's not looking đđ I just think they're rlly cute.. idk if I said this before but I feel like Leo could give April extra ninja training one on one and that's how they kind of bonded and got closer. Then Leo finds out that April actually likes astronomy (headcanon) and Leo asks April questions abt space and stuff bcuz of space heros!! This can kind of be supported by the show but I also feel like they go to each other for advice. When Leo seems to be in trouble they can lose all reason which is why I think it's good they ask someone else before they act. And for April I feel like she looks up to all the turtles, but mostly for Leo just because Leo works so hard to be disciplined and traditional yk?? LIKE THAT CAN'T BE EASY. I feel like they could get each other to loosen up because they're both kind of sticks in the mud at times but in different ways at different times. IDK I JUST FEEL LIKE THEY COMPLIMENT EACH OTHER plus that one episode in season 3 they had together. April actually doesn't have a lot of one on one moments with the turtles and I think Leo is the only one who got a specific episode with her. I really liked the dynamic bcuz they're both kind of a mess but they help each other be more stable and then they can get stuff done. Anyways that's my rant thank u for coming to my Ted talk.
Also if anyone follows my insta most of that caption is copy pasted but I didn't wanna rewrite it >:P
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a little bit shy - rafael barba x reader smut
i wrote this like a year ago and never posted it???????? oml i kept thinking it was unfinished but like itâs 2700 words đ đ đ đ
 anyways iâm not rewriting it or even rereading it so!!! anyways, this is shitty but itâs mine so itâs fine
warnings: shy!reader, smut, vaginal fingering, reader is a virgin (par hand stuff sheâs done with rafael), reader owns a bookstore/cafe, written with an age gap in mind (rafael is like ?? 40?? 45??? reader is like 23/24), rafael is a babe and i love him, your honour, also rafael is a brief man and nobody can convince me otherwise, also like the office spoilers ig??? but nothing major, daddy/papi kink, the reader may have a slight humiliation kink (itâs self-projection babes), also the translation is through google so sorry if it is incorrect!
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You sat on the counter of your cafĂ©, reading one of Stephen Kingâs books. You had closed up at 19:00 like you did every day (par Sundays where you closed up at 17:00); however, you had stayed behind in your store, deciding that you would leave when the rain cleared up - which, it hadnât. You looked at the grandfather clock standing up against the wall - quarter past nine.
The time had flown by as you were too engrossed in your book to notice the world outside and join the world written on the pages. You sighed as you jumped off the counter, folding the corner of (what was now) your personal copy of Doctor Sleep, realising that the weather would not get better anytime soon.
Grabbing your hoodie (while cursing your past self for not bringing a coat to work), you turned off the lights, ensuring the ovens and such were also turned off. You grabbed your keys, preparing for the harsh weather, before stepping outside (albeit reluctantly).
The rain hit your face harshly, the wind almost making breathing impossible, as you made your way quickly (or as quick as the wind would let your body move) down the sidewalk. You should have probably just called an Uber as you got to the corner of the street. But, then again, you had money to return to the shop.
You halted on the corner, debating it but rejecting the idea. You were already soaking from being outside for a few minutes, so what were another... 20... to your apartment. It took you about ten seconds to go to Rafaelâs apartment. You had only been dating for a couple months, but his place was, at most, ten minutes away from your shop, and you were freezing.
You rushed down the sidewalk until you got to his building, standing underneath a roof; you quickly texted him with trembling fingers, asking if he could let you in, figuring he wouldnât hear your voice on the intercom system due to the wind. The door buzzed open within seconds, which you were highly thankful for, and you made your way to the elevator, which you took to the top floor.
Rafael answered the door after you knocked, still in his suit (confirming your suspicion that he had not stopped working even now; you were pretty surprised he was even home, as he was usually spending all his free time in his office). His eyes went wide immediately, taking in your wet form.
âHermosa, wha-â he cut himself off (something you didnât know he was even capable of doing) as he opened the door wider for you to come in. âYouâre soaking,â he said as he reached for the zipper of your hoodie.
âReally? I hadnât noticed,â you quipped back as you slapped his hands away, grabbing the zipper to try to pull it down, but you couldnât quite do it with your trembling hands (which were a dangerously dark red). Rafael grabbed it again, slapping your hands away this time, pulling the zipper down and peeling the fabric off your skin as it stuck to you.
âWhat were you thinking?â he looked down at you sternly, causing you to roll your eyes.
âCalm down, Iâm fine-â
âYouâre going to get ill,â he interrupted, taking your phone from you and placing it on the coffee table face down (which seemed to be his way of telling you Iâm taking this because you are almost vibrating from how cold you are, not because Iâm going to look through your phone, Hermosa). âyou need a shower.â
âIâm fine!â you argued, and Rafael looked at you with a deadpan look. You stared at each other for about ten seconds before you gave in, mumbling quickly, âFine.â
He walked you towards the bathroom as if you didnât know where it was and opened the door for you. A quick âthank youâ later, and you were peeling off the rest of your clothes before figuring out how to turn on the shower. After about a minute (which felt like an eternity, considering you were feeling hypothermic), you grabbed a towel before heading back out to find Rafael putting your hoodie in a washing basket.
âRafael?â he turned around at that, his eyebrows furrowing - he was cute when he was overly concerned. You suddenly became aware that you were naked and blushed heavily, âHow- how do you, um, turn the... shower on?â
Once he showed you and left the room, you basked in the water, feeling your previously numb fingers returning to life. You were highly aware of how long you were in the shower, not wanting to waste water or heat or anything.
As well as the fact that you couldnât stop thinking about how you were only one wall away from Rafael - totally naked.
You took his (very expensive looking) shampoo and soap, cleaning yourself and your hair, before turning off the shower and leaving. Only then did you realise that you had no clothes - unless you would put on cold, wet ones. You wrapped the same towel around yourself before sheepishly entering the bathroom.
Rafael smiled at you from his seat on his couch, his work abandoned on the dining table, his suit jacket on the back of one of the chairs and his tie looser than when he had answered the door, and a glass of scotch in one hand and the tv playing Netflix.
âI donât- um, I- I donât have any... clothes,â you stuttered, looking down at your feet and fiddling with the towel.
âYou can borrow one of my shirts,â he said, as if it was the most casual thing ever, like you two always did this. he got up, pausing (in what looked like) the office (which you had convinced him to watch after it came to your knowledge that he had never watched it), and began to pull out a shirt from his drawer in his bedroom, handing it to you, which you thanked him for, still blushing from your current predicament. He went to leave before you spoke again.
âI- I donât have any-â you stopped talking, blushing too much before you could say âpantiesâ.
âYou donât mind wearing mine, would you? Because, you see, I donât have any panties,â You blushed at his bluntness but shook your head to say, âNo, I donât mind. When, in actuality, you did mind, but only because the thought made you feel hot. Like everything else had once you had made your way into his apartment. You were naked. And, now, you were going to wear Rafaelâs clothes.
He left for you to get dressed; you shut the door, making sure it was locked, before you dropped the towel, pulling on his briefs and shirt. His shirt was white, and as you looked in the mirror, you realised that, yes, he could definitely see your nipples through the shirt. You buttoned three buttons before turning around and checking how much of your ass it covered. Thankfully, it fell to your mid-thigh, and even more, it smelt like him.
You exited the bedroom, turning to close the door behind you softly to not disturb Rafaelâs Netflix. What you didnât see, with your back turned, was Rafael staring at you (specifically, your ass) and licking his lips. As you turned back around, you saw him sit forward and place his free hand (the one without scotch in it) on his knee - unbeknownst to you, he was trying to hide his growing member. You smiled at him, which he returned, and joined him on the couch, sitting about a foot away.
You were right when you thought he was watching the office. He was currently watching Jim fax Dwight messages from future Dwight.
You brought your legs up to your chest, sitting back on the couch. I watched as Jan told Michael that the branch was closing.
âWould you like a drink, cariño?â he asked, making his way (very quickly, you noticed) behind the couch, as you watched the TV. You looked up at him, smiling, asking him for some coffee. He kissed you on the forehead, causing you to giggle, and then started on your coffee. But you swore as he turned around that he was... hard? Your eyes widened, and your cheeks grew hot as your head flew forward to stare at the TV. A smile grew on your face, and you tried to hide it multiple times, but you just couldnât; it was... cute. Rafael was unbelievably cute right now - plus, his ears were pink, which made him look... well, adorable.
You made sure he couldnât see your face as you smiled widely, but you realised you were failing when he said;
âWhatâs happening?â
âWhat?â you turned to him, still smiling.
âIn Scranton,â he said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was, but you werenât focused on the TV. You were focused on what was going on behind the kitchen counter he was standing behind.
âOh, right, there,â you said, although you were sure you sounded teasing, which you must have because Rafaelâs eyebrows furrowed.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean, ĂĄngel?â he asked, coming back to join you on the couch, handing you the coffee. He sat closer to you than you had previously sat next to him, not that you minded - you wanted to sit on his lap, not next to him, but youâd settle for this.
âNothing,â you smirked as you glanced at him - his trousers were still tight. Your eyes went wide momentarily, but it was enough for Rafael to notice.
âWhat?â
âWhat?â you sipped your coffee, covering your smile as you looked at him. he narrowed his eyes at you before putting his arm around you, bringing you into his chest. He put the coffee on the table for you, looking down at you as you turned your head completely to look him in the eye.
âYouâre hiding something.â
âAm I, counsellor?â You moved your legs over him, and he pulled you onto his lap, causing you to yelp and him to chuckle, burying his face in your neck, nipping and kissing at your skin. Your cheeks began to burn again as your smile and teasing attitude disappeared, replaced with whimpers and gripping onto the hem of your (or, rather, his) shirt. You did notice, however, that you werenât exactly on his lap but on his legs. Which meant he thought you hadnât noticed his... situation.
âWhat are you hiding, cariño?â he began to kiss further down, kissing at your collarbone. You reached down to palm at his slacks, the office still playing in the background. You heard his breath hitch, and his head flew up to look you in the eye.
âWhat are you hiding, counsellor?â you grinned at him, blinking through your lashes. His ears burned, as well as his cheeks, and he looked pretty shocked, too. However, he quickly recovered. He smirked at you, gripping your wrist, causing you to pout. His lips found yours, and you whimpered into his mouth, causing him to smirk again.
âIâm not hiding a thing, cariño,â he said against your mouth, moving your hand back down to his bulge. He hummed against your mouth as you squeezed him lightly. His hand gripped your thigh, the other resting on your cheek as he deepened the kiss. You whined into his lips, putting your hand, not playing with his bulge, on top of the one on your thigh.
âPlease, Rafael,â you whimpered. His hand on your thigh began to creep up your leg, coming up to the waistband of your briefs before slipping inside.
That was new. Sure, you had done things with Raf before, but he was always very... slow. He just wanted to ensure you were completely comfortable with what was happening, but now? Seeing you in his shirt?
His fingers teased your entrance momentarily before he gathered your slick and began rubbing at your clit with steady circles. Your hand immediately gripped his wrist, your fingers not even managing to close around his arm. Your back arched, your tits pressed against him, and pathetic whines fell from your lips. His lips were attacking your neck and collarbone, marking you.
âOh, god,â you whimpered out, his fingers beginning to speed up, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you against him. Your fingers, the ones not around his arm, gripped his waistcoat. His rubbing sent impulses up and down your body, your vocal cords working on their own accord and your limbs twitching. âPlease, oh, god,â his fingers and mouth were the only things you could focus on, and the rest of the world fell away. You were becoming incoherent with your words, that much you were aware of, as you mumbled out, âpleaseâs and âfuckâs.
You were pretty amazed you had stayed coherent for that long, considering that you were usually a mumbling mess of a woman who couldnât make eye contact or stop blushing when he touched any part of your skin.
You brought his face up from your neck, wanting to kiss his scotch-flavoured lips. The passionate kiss did not stop you from whimpering against him or prevent you from moving his hand away from your clit and towards your entrance.
"estĂĄs tan necesitado, Âżno es asĂ, cariño?" his tone was teasing, though you had no idea what he was saying. You moaned as his fingers edged around your entrance, and you dropped your head into his neck to hide the growing blush, your eyes fluttering shut. Your hips bucked as best they could in the position you were in. You whined when he took his fingers away from you; however, after he had moved you onto his lap (and, therefore, on top of his hard-on), his fingers continued their previous actions.
He sunk one finger into your heat, causing your hold on his vest to tighten and your other to clench as you lifted it, trying to decide what to do. Your legs fell wider as Rafael curled his fingers into your sweet spot (and, of course, he knew exactly where that was, despite only having done this a couple of times).
âPlease, Rafael,â your voice was heavily muffled by the fact that you were pressing your face against his neck. Still, he must have heard you because he added another finger into you, rubbing against your sweet spot with two fingers whilst his palm ground against your clit. âplease, papi,â you mumbled out, causing Rafael to stutter in his pleasing ministrations and his cock to twitch. You immediately seized up, your eyes flying open against his neck.
However, Rafaelâs fingers continued without hesitation, his other hand moving to your ass and squeezing it, pulling you more towards him. He hummed against the side of your head.
âPapi, cariño?â your cheeks flushed, the embarrassment of the situation catching up on you. Your hold on his vest tightened, and you were sure you were seconds away from tearing it. You whimpered against his skin, the humiliation only contributing to your impending orgasm.
Rafael smirked down at you, loving how you looked, squirming and whimpering on his lap. he loved that you were shy. You were adorable when you were blushing and stumbling over your words whilst you looked everywhere but him. When you called him Papa? he almost groaned aloud.
He could feel you pulsing around his fingers, your legs spasming and back arching. Taking his hand away from your ass (and slightly lifting one of his legs to not make you fall), he unbuttoned your shirt, kneading one of your breasts. Your whimpers turned into moans, gradually increasing in volume and frequency.
âThatâs it, Hermosa, cum on papiâs fingers."
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Okay but Halle latest Insta picture of her wearing a purple bikini from the back, imagine Max being possessive in the comments or her getting shy when heâs like â my little girl wants to Show off whatâs mine huhâ AAAAAA of course you donât have to!!! I just saw that post of hers and I immediately thought, Maxie would go crazy looking at this
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babygurlyn Buns out đ (Feat. My Sister)
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chloe_yln1 Y'all my sister is so prettyyyy omg đ
>babygurlyn Pretty runs in the family đđżââïžđ
>user5 Mama really just said "copy paste" with you two lawd đâ„ïž
user1 I dont remember that one from the haul??đ§
>babygurlyn It'll be in the next one, I promise!! It was just too cute to hide until then đ„Č
maxverstappen1 My gorgeous girl wanted to show everyone what's mine
>babygurlyn They're good pictures, aren't they Maxie? đ
>maxverstappen1 Very very good â€ïžâđ„
>chloe_yln1 You're gonna do this right here huh Max?
>babygurlyn @/chloe_yln1 Do not start
>user2 Max Emilian Verstappen!! There are children! đ”
pierregasly Your sister single? đ„Ž
>chloe_yln1 I will be if you don't go answer my text
>pierregasly Sorry, didn't see it
>chloe_yln1 That's okay baby đđ
>user3 Hol' up âđŸ
>user4 @/user3 I don't know why your surprised. We're all just living in a simulation at this point
victoriaverstappen Pretty girl đđ
>babygurlyn You and Miss Sophie need to come out and visit ASAP! I haven't seen you two in forever đ
>sophiekumpen Will do, loveđ
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I thought some of you would enjoy this little snippet. I've had this in my asks for a while and I've been wanting to do it, but I just kept forgetting. Now it gets to serve it's purpose as a cute little blurb and a sneak peak of what's to come for this delightful AU that we've created and decided to indulge ourselves in. Love you all!!đđđđ
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