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pairing - sirius black x fem!reader

summary - you and sirius start dating after accidentally running into each other at a concert but confirm nothing (till now), just to watch everyone lose their shit online.

trope/tags - band/celeb!au, instagram/social media!au, modern!au, fluff, terrible humour

word count - 1k

warnings - language

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

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starmanblack shades

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yourusername cigarette*

starmanblack ok duolingo

yourusername smash tbh

starmanblack not you copying my comment

yourusername i don't have the rizz it takes to come up with something original

starmanblack ain't no way you just said that

prongsyboy stop stealing people's glasses 😤

starmanblack never

vance_emm i'm like ragingly gay but you're kinda cute

starmanblack this is why you're my favourite lesbian

mmmckinnon TRAITOR

mmmckinnon it's not too late to delete this

starmanblack get out of my comment section

user828181 address the rumours sirius

user000423 run me over with your car i promise i'll pay for the damages 🙏

user627477 YOU HAVEN'T GIVEN US ANY ANSWERS

user999653 i'm perfect wife material, just saying

user424227 y'all realise that he's less likely to address the rumours if we keep being annoying 💀

user209996 nah fr he's gonna start hating us all

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yourusername never would have though that my shows in dublin would be the craziest ones out of all but you guys actually delivered and i couldn't be happier! 💕 these past three nights were absolutely insane and i can't wait to be back (and i may or may not have already booked a few venues 😩) PLUS someone got proposed AND I DIDN'T EVEN SEE 😭 so if any of you beautiful people who were there have the video my dms are open for business lmao 🙏💞

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starmanblack apparently the proposal happened right next to me 💀

yourusername BABE HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE?

starmanblack CAUSE YOU WERE BETTER THAN THE PROPOSAL

starmanblack my guitar ate as always

yourusername she's even signed 😱

starmanblack slay 😝

yourusername GO TO SLEEP OMG

starmanblack say it to my face 😤

xeno_lovegood i had so much fun

yourusername i'm smiling so hard rn

pete__ sirius is a certified simp because how do you miss a proposal that's happening next to you?

mmmckinnon it's because he's both sirius and a simp petey

prongsyboy sirius doing sirius things 🤣

user552520 dunno bout y'all but i got my confirmation tonight

user073789 YOU WERE SO GOOD OH MY GOD

user843632 i'm so lonely the proposal made me cry

user439546 love me some sappy shit fr

user674848 this was un fucking real no joke

user993455 SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THE RUMOURS I'M BEGGING

user200017 learn to read between the lines lol

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yourusername date night ⭐

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starmanblack pretty dress

yourusername why thank you

starmanblack my stomach feels funny from all that wine

yourusername my precious toilet 😭

marymacdonald gorgeous!!!

yourusername i was impersonating you

vance_emm AND SHE SAYS SHE HAS NO RIZZ

ev.rosier am i about to get fired?

yourusername of course not, you're my second favourite person

starmanblack i'm first

pandorasbox my friends are all so beautiful 🥺

yourusername us hot people stick together 😌

pandorasbox ONG

user329295 sirius is so lucky

user400128 i've never been more jealous of a man

user006272 IS THIS OUR CONFIRMATION?

user883265 mother is mothering

user306084 THE STAR

user243123 if this is another sike istg

user727211 I THINK IT'S NOT A DRILL ANYMORE

user492932 Y/N WE JUST NEED A SIMPLE YES OR NO DON'T DO THIS TO US

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starmanblack platonic snog

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yourusername people just don't appreciate friendships nowadays 🙄

starmanblack it's just so so sad 😣

yourusername i have better photos of us 👹

starmanblack strongly disagree

yourusername you don't wanna make this a competition

marymacdonald my mum said friends don't do that

starmanblack mama macdonald may be onto something

r.a.black affection 🤮

starmanblack i thought you unfollowed me?

r.a.black i did but i like lurking around here

starmanblack fan behaviour

rjlupin best friend things

prongsyboy HEY I'M HIS BEST FRIEND

rjlupin you were supposed to play along

user020226 MOTHER OF GOD IS THIS REAL

user366232 HDJQJDJQDJQ MY DELUSIONS WEREN'T DELUSIONS

user500447 you still need therapy

user432777 AIN'T NO WAY

user718710 I DIED DEAD.

user907015 GADHQHDQUDJQXJQDJQ I CAN'T FUCKING CATCH MY BREATH

user138282 are you still alive?

user907015 NO

user882446 this and platonic don't go together sirius 🙄

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yourusername pda is afraid of him

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starmanblack FINE you have better photos

yourusername see? that wasn't so hard to admit!

starmanblack i actually won in life

yourusername damn right you did

starmanblack celeb_gossip losing their minds rn

yourusername the kettle is B R E W I N G 🥵🫖🤩👀😳☕😝😻

bartyyy I KNEW BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE HAHA

yourusername well you're the favourite child...

lily_evans kinda illegal how you're both so hot

casmeadowes i've been saying!!!

cissy_blck REG'S SISTER IN LAW 😭

bellatrixieb he's one lucky man

r.a.black lucky isn't exactly the right word but okay

user737729 OH MY FUCKING SHIT

user632444 MY ACTUAL PARENTS

user536272 NOT ME NOT BEING DELULU

user292920 swifities can't relate

user155161 WALBURGA LIKED THIS HELP ME

user993929 narcissa is so real LMFAOOO

user032386 THAT SHOULD BE ME (idk which person i want to be more)

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yourusername happy birthday to this idiot who i unfortunately love very much 💕

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starmanblack tragic how i love you back

yourusername absolutely

starmanblack rizz god since 12

yourusername are you still 12?

lily_evans got me tearing up over here

yourusername awwww 🥺

rjlupin you should have used that one photo where he was on the potty

starmanblack WHY ARE YOU LETTING THEM KNOW THAT EXISTS?

rjlupin denying it would have worked yk

casmeadowes i woke up to this 💀

starmanblack good

mmmckinnon mondays.

user939355 THE CAT

user019661 i'm making this my profile picture

user763772 tell him i said happy birthday

user195666 imagine having someone say they love you so publicly ha ha ha ha ha

user244488 fuck being single fr

user328911 NO BUT THIS IS KINDA CUTE 😭

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gaybitchfx · 1 year

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"I love robbery and fraud I'm a shop lifting god😚😍🤪🤩"

Aryu request cause I'm desperate for himmm🤭

Aight so reader is pretty much just like aryu hella full of himself brags about his beauty a whole lot etc etc

So maybe in the middle of a match reader and Aryu spot eachother and are instantly mesmerized like how can this person be so much more pretty than me????

Like they both start yelling compliments in a angry way at eachother like "YOUR HAIR IS FUCKING GORGEOUS!" "YOU HAVE AN AMAZING FACE!!" and then at one point it's just "DATE ME YOU BEUTIFUL MAN!" "OK" it don't matter who say it

Their teams are just hella confused ong

❄️- Character(s): Aryu😻

❄️- Type of reader: M!Reader

❄️- Category: SFW

❄️- Warning(s): none

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Since the time and before you came to blue lock, you were always too full of yourself.

Thinking you were the most perfect and prettiest guy here.

Your teammates have told you to stop bragging and stuff like that, but of course, you never listened and just taunted them.

Of course, they couldn’t disagree you were handsome so that usually made them keep their mouths shut.

At some point after a match, you were talking to one of your teammates till you looked to your left.

Seeing someone with long black hair and a beautiful face made you look away before looking back again quickly. He had also spotted you and had the same shocked/surprised look.

Both of you had the same thought, how could one be prettier than the other? “I like your hair!” You shouted at him from nearly across the field.

“Thank you!! I like your eyes!” He shouted back making your cheeks form a light blush.

“Date me!” He shouted again catching you by surprise. “Ok! What’s your name?!” “Aryu! And you?” “Y/n!” And so things went from there even though the two of you just had met, it was meant to be just like in those old fairytales.

Of course, both of your teammates were just done with you and Aryu’s shit and dragged you both away from each other.

❄️ tags- @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @secretivemessenger @lostsomewhereinthegarden

#aryu jyubei #aryu blue lock #aryu x male reader #aryu x you #aryu x reader #aryu x y/n #male reader #fiction #anime #fluff #blue lock x male reader

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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sebastian and sons (& soufflés) || sv5 fic

sebastian vettel x ofc (filipino!ofc)

EXTENTION of CRAZY RICH WIFE and BARBIE & MICK SERIES

(recommended read for context: sweet spoiled schatzi and “besties”)

Summary: Somewhere in Switzerland, the Vettel family were living the sweet life they’ve always wanted. OR have you ever wondered what fatherhood was like for Sebastian?

Content warning: dad!Seb centric content, Seb x adoptive daughter!OFC (Barbie), beekeeper Seb, Seb and Mick content, Mick Schumacher x OFC appearance, Multi-21 joke, mentions of adversities in childhood, fostering/adoption, infertility, pregnancy.

Note: Dad Seb, Dad Seb, Dad Seb content. Enjoy xx

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Life couldn’t get any better than this. Sebastian Vettel didn’t know how perfect his life could get when he first met Belinda Ong until they reached the second month of their situationship. Fifteen years later, they were still thick as thieves; with the exception of the fact that they’ve a two year old son and a 25 year old daughter.

Well… many could argue that Barbie Elisandra Blanco wasn’t their daughter because they’d be way too young to have her at 1999 — but the couple knew how much she meant to their unconventional family. She was still their daughter.

Life was extremely good, indeed. Sebastian was an optimist and he liked to think positively about everything in life. He was happy about anything (his smile got him the title ‘Babygirl’ in twitter but it wasn’t anything that any of them knew). His optimism alongside Bel’s faith were the things that got them through the difficulties of their life.

After all, you can lose your faith trying to build a family that you both sought for the longest time. At least, that was what Sebastian realized when he witnessed Bel’s doctor break the news that she’d need to get treatments to increase her chances of conceiving. They've begun trying since 2014 and Bel became unhappy by 2015 — believing that she ruined Sebastian’s hopes of becoming a father to their little ones.

Sebastian said otherwise. When she first cried in front of him about their dire situation, he almost cried himself. To see your wife be miserable because she was unhappy with the situation she assumed she’d brought you to? It was hard to see her blame herself for the lack of kids at home. It was as if she grieved for the loss of happiness at home. No amount of money could make up for the unhappiness she felt.

But then Sebastian navigated her back to a 15 year old Barbie, telling her that while she’d gotten those treatments as she wanted — they’ve a girl to care for. Barbie was a sweet girl and she looked up to Bel and Seb as if they were her parents, and the driver merely wanted Bel to see herself as a mother to the girl instead of putting her whole heart into the sadness that infertility had caused her. After all, they had the money that could make up for Barbie’s adverse childhood experiences.

Sebastian thought that his life was great even before he moved to Switzerland with Bel. His routine changed when he lived in a gated community in the Philippines, all thanks to the girl that they began to foster. The girl remained a part of Seb's pride.

Much like the street kids, Barbie came from poverty and a family of toxic relatives. She was only fortunate enough to be put to the system when her father passed away and she was an only child. She didn’t have any extended family that would be more than capable to care for her, as far as everyone knew.

They thought that becoming foster parents was the best decision they made. Because they couldn’t imagine their life without Barbie in it. She was a girl of many talents and ambitions.

So while Bel had gotten her treatment, Barbie was nurtured by the couple even if she became an adult in the eyes of the government. They had given her everything anyone could ask for. She was even handed a contract to model and become an artist because of her ability to do everything— but she chose to leave her contract to expire two years after as she decided to come along with the Vettels to Switzerland. She didn’t ask for much; all she wanted was to be with the two.

Sebastian certainly thought that while he lived a good life, Barbie should too. So somewhere in Switzerland, he, his fostered daughter and his wife were living well.

Alongside the three of them would be the cutest 2 year old to have existed in the world. His name was Kimuel Sebastian Michael Vettel. Everyone called him Kimi, and much like Sebastian’s former Ferrari teammate, he was entertaining and lovable in his own ways.

Kimi was brought home to Switzerland a few months ago, back in 2023. If there was anything that Sebastian had learned from the moment he came home, it was that he was dearly loved by all. By that, they meant everyone — even the neighbours that they have in Switzerland. His cheeky smile could get him places, Britta told the couple once, especially when he got the Vettel special. Apparently, that cheeky grin enthralled everyone.

Their home in Switzerland offered a lot of things, which included a flower garden and an apiary that Sebastian often checked whenever he and Kimi would go out for their morning walk.

Speaking of morning walks… The Vettel family’s day would often go like this…

“Shoot, shoot, shoot—“ Sebastian leaned against the kitchen island as he was shaken out of his thoughts by the heavy footsteps that descended from the second floor of the house, with them being followed by mutters of expression as a frazzled, yet somehow well dressed Barbie stepped inside the dining/kitchen room.

He looked up in surprise before glancing down at his watch. Now this was unusual, he chuckled to himself before greeting the girl with a joke, “Good morning, Dornr��schen.” Sleeping beauty.

Barbie paused from her steps and gave Sebastian a look of annoyance, leaving the older man to snicker. Barbie rarely slept in but when she did, it was hard to get her to get up. Sebastian didn’t often call her Sleeping Beauty.

His laughter immediately died down when she continued to run around the kitchen to fill up a thermos with coffee and milk. He only continued to watch her as she took a first sip and grabbed a slice of fruit from Sebastian’s plate. “Hey,” he scolded her playfully, “you ask first before you can start grabbing.”

“Sorry, Seb, I’m starving,” Barbie rushed out of her mouth before she made her way towards Kimi, who sat on the dining table with his cut up blueberry waffles and sliced bananas plated in front of him. She leaned down to press a loud kiss on his head before she said, “Morning Kimi— and I’m late.”

“It’s only 7:45, schatzi,” Sebastian told Barbie. “You should eat.”

Barbie deadpanned, “My school is forty minutes away. I don’t want to be too confident that I’d drive there in time.”

“You’re a law-abiding driver,” Sebastian let out a noise, “you’ll get there in time as long as you’re not slow or getting arrested for being slow… or for speeding, either.”

“This is rich, coming from someone who didn’t listen to Red Bull’s order all those years ago,” Barbie joked, reaching out to kiss Sebastian on the cheek only to be stopped by the German at a distance.

Sebastian gave Barbie an unamused look, to which Barbie grinned as she laughed, “Are we not joking about that? Even Webber had a good laugh when I said it.”

“Barbara—“

“Kimi, Dada can’t take a joke or something and he’s making me even more late because of it,” Barbie remained smiling as she mischievously pulled a face at Seb, making the man laugh as he rolled his eyes and pulled her to a tight hug.

And when he pressed a kiss on her hair and pulled away, she immediately took her hand out with a raised brow. “You took Roman’s key. Can I have it? Or should I start taking a train that’ll make me half an hour late and risk getting scolded by Bel for being late?”

Sebastian groaned in annoyance, still not knowing how she knew he’d hidden it away as a prank. He took the keys of her pink G-Wagon from the island cupboard and tossed it to her, leaving her to grin.

“I still don’t understand why you named your car Roman,” his voice rang out as Barbie made her way out of the house with her bag and thermos. He knew that it had something to do with her name Barbie and some rapper who called her fans Barbz. Nicki Minaj, or whatever the name was. He knew why. He just didn’t understand it fully.

“I’ll see you later. Bye Seb! Bye Kimi!” She exclaimed from the other side of the house.

“Drive safe, Barbie! No phones out while driving, okay?” Sebastian replied from the entrance of the dining room, earning a yell of ‘okay’ from the girl as he said, “Have a good day, schatzi!”

It wasn’t even ten minutes after when Sebastian’s wife, Bel, made her awakened presence known to her boys as she greeted them with a good morning and a kiss on the cheek of Kimi — and a loving kiss for Seb. She certainly looked better than the morning before— with her looking extremely exhausted, sick and all of that.

“Why was it loud, Seb? Something happened?” The Filipino woman asked while she allowed her tea to steep, approaching Kimi to clean up his plate and his empty sippy cup. The boy toddled after his mother, his silent request of watching her by the sink was fulfilled as Sebastian lifted Kimi up to the counter next to where Bel did the dishes.

Then he leaned on the other side of Bel, answering his wife with a, “She slept in.”

Bel gave him a look, “That’s unusual.”

“Tell me about it,” Sebastian shook his head. They’ve known about Barbie’s routine ever since she started attending an international high school in the Philippines. Now that she was continuing her culinary education, her routine remained the same.

“But I suppose that’s what happens when you’re dating a driver who travels for more than you can count,” Bel shrugged nonchalantly, “the closest thing you have to a date is a Skype call.”

Sebastian chuckled, “Don’t tell me it all didn’t work out in the end for you? It would be quite a shame if the man didn’t marry you.”

Bel snorted before swinging her foot in his direction, with him avoiding the kick with a laugh. His hearty laugh left Kimi confused for a second until he saw his father grinning, leaving him to giggle loudly. Bel turned to give her son a playful look, “Oh? You find Dada funny? Is that funny Kimi?”

“Dada is funny,” Kimi said cheekily. Bel wiped her hands dry with a towel before attacking Kimi with kisses on the face, the boy giggling endlessly as he squirmed in her hold. “Mama! Tickles!”

“Oh is that right? Does that tickle?” Bel laughed, turning to look at Sebastian who remained grinning at the sight of his little family.

Yeah their day was going to be as good as any other day.

Sebastian then decided that today was going to be productive as well. It was only 9 AM and so far, with his son Kimi in tow, had checked on the apiary during their morning walk.

Of course it took Sebastian five minutes to dress Kimi in his beekeeper suit (to avoid getting a scolding from Bel about their son getting stung) and for the next fifteen minutes the boy sat there as Sebastian explained to him the state of the apiary and the bees. (“No,” he told Kimi when the boy uttered the words ‘Honey for Dada?’ “I don’t think they’ve some just yet, Kimi.”)

Then Kimi asked about the sizely text at the side of the apiary, to which Sebastian responded with, “Your Ate Barbie made that for Dada, Kimi.” While he gestured towards the logo “Sebastian & Sons” at the side of the bee farm. Barbie, when she first found the empty apiary, immediately took it in her own hands to customize it and had dragged Gina Schumacher along to a hardware store and purchased some paint to mess around with. Sebastian & Sons, according to Barbie, referred to the mentioned driver, Kimi and Mick. The youngest Schumacher was often roped into the Vettel boys’ morning walks and apiary trips whenever he decided that 8 AM was a good time to visit the household during his week off from the races.

Then Bel departed from their home to head to work after insisting that she was feeling more well than she did the day before. Sebastian came along at the office, a place that both he and Bel had established in Switzerland for their philanthropic ventures, but he often stayed home with Kimi. He did say that he retired from working to care for his family, after all. He preferred spending his time around his bee farm and Kimi while showing appreciation for Bel’s staff for handling certain aspects of their group that brought Bel home early at times.

Sebastian, who glanced at the clock — which screamed that it was merely 9:16 AM, had already gotten ready for the day and made sure that his son did too. Kimi was dressed in a jumper and jeans, his hair naturally flattened. Dressing Kimi tended to be stressful at times — not everyday Sebastian got to grimace at the tag of the clothes that his son wore. Sure the space cat print of his navy jumper was cute, but his sanity went down to zero when he realized that it was another Gucci jumper that Kimi wouldn’t be able to wear in the next year.

He loved his boy to bits, but his mother tended to spoil him a little bit too much. It wasn’t anything that he wouldn’t do — he just thought that Bel could find him a cuter piece at a cheaper price.

The stress was short lived thanks to the doorbell that went off just as Sebastian helped Kimi slip on both his shoes. He stood up and told Kimi, “Stay here, schatzi.” The boy only nodded before he continued to watch his Handy Manny episode on the television.

Sebastian wasn’t a fan of surprises, but when Mick Schumacher stood in front of the door at 9 AM on a Tuesday morning after a long doubleheader, he wasn’t sure if he should be pleased or confused at the sight.

“Oh, good morning, Mick,” the older man greeted the young Schumacher. He then glanced around to see— yup, none of the vehicles he’d been expecting weren’t there. “How are you? Congratulations on your P2 in Imola, by the way.”

“Thanks Seb,” Mick offered him a sheepish smile before he glanced down at Seb’s clothes, “I’m not interrupting your trip to someplace, am I?”

“No, I was just getting ready to leave to get some groceries with Kimi,” Sebastian replied, gesturing towards the direction of the family room where Kimi was. The mention of his name must’ve been what summoned him, with the toddler peering from the room as his eyes brightened at the sight of the younger German.

Mick saw the boy and grinned, hoisting the boy in his arms when Kimi ran towards him with an exclaim of, “Mackie!”

Sebastian paused for a moment to chuckle at the sight before he returned to the subject, “And we’re just heading to Michael and Corinna’s after.”

“Oh about that,” Mick paused as he playfully chomped down on Kimi’s puffy cheek and deadpanned, “Don’t.”

“What?” “Like don’t go there just yet.”

Mick then explained, “I just got there for breakfast and they’re both driving me insane. Gina isn’t any better.”

“Oh? Why?” Sebastian didn’t know Gina was also home.

Mick whispered heatedly, “I just got back from a doubleheader and they’re already asking about the date I’m gonna go to with Barbie. I haven’t even gone yet!”

Sebastian stared at the blond, a laugh escaping his throat as he shook his head in amusement. If this was what Mick had running away from his own parents, then Sebastian couldn’t wait to show the younger boy how insufferable he could get about Mick’s relationship with Seb’s daughter.

The smirk on his face left Mick recoiling as he shook his head, “Please don’t tell me you’re in on the whole conversation, too.”

Sebastian laughed heartily before patting the boy on the shoulder. “Are you going to come with us for the grocery?”

“If I did, will you stop discussing my date with Barbie because you guys are scaring me away.”

“Depends,” Sebastian replied with a shrug, “she’s had her jokes this morning. It’s only fair I take it back, no?”

“I’ll take a joke, but don’t scare me off.”

“I’m not scaring you off, Mick,” Seb scoffed. “If anything I’ll most likely scare you into going on the date. Can you take Kimi to the car? I’ll just shut off the TV then we’ll head out.”

Their trip to the grocery store was eventful that they’ve chosen to have an early lunch at a nearby restaurant. The Vettels always found themselves in the said restaurant almost every Saturday — reserving the Sundays to watch Mick race on the television — and it was safe to say that walking in on a Tuesday wasn’t a surprise for the staff either. They all knew that whenever Bel couldn’t go and Barbie would be off to her culinary school, Seb and Kimi would come in for Kimi’s favourite spinach and egg soufflé — that and maybe some chocolate soufflé for dessert.

Mick was a different story, though. He knew the local restaurants in Lausanne but he’s never been at the restaurant where he sat now. But it was a comforting place, his hot chocolate being sipped on as he continued to talk about Barbie with Seb.

Mick wanted his own mind to drift away from the constant questioning of his parents about the date but Seb knew better. Mick would talk his ears off about Barbie and right now, wanting to not discuss the girl wasn’t an option.

Seb had to sit through the entire lunch with Mick looking like a kicked puppy with lost hopes and he just wanted to rip Mick’s hair out for even doubting that his date would go badly.

“No seriously, Seb,” Mick insisted, his knife cutting up his country fried steak as he ate, “Dad literally made up these scenarios and Gina goaded him into thinking I’m gonna fu—“

Sebastian gestured at Kimi and stared at Mick with wide eyes as the younger German man paused from his words and corrected himself, “I’m gonna do so badly.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, occasionally glancing at his son while Kimi devoured his savoury soufflé. “She slept in today because you asked to go on a date with her just as she was sleeping, Mick.”

Mick Schumacher has always had a crush on Sebastian’s daughter Barbie ever since she was brought to a Grand Prix in Malaysia back in 2014. She was two months into Bel and Seb’s care and with her unhappy experiences of making friends at her school (with her ultimately ending up with practically no one but a sense of isolation), they did everything to make her as happy as they could — that included taking her to races while her schooling took place on the road. Her first trip to Malaysia was an eventful one, with a fifteen year old Mick Schumacher touring her around the paddock while they talked about the most superficial things.

Or rather, Mick Schumacher talked while Barbie listened and tried to learn the language. Barbie couldn’t speak English back then and the only thing she could offer him and Gina were shy smiles. That smile made Mick fall real hard. Nine years after, nearing a decade in a couple months by now, Michael Schumacher’s carbon copy finally— FINALLY asked her out. It took Mick almost ten years to even make her his girlfriend. So Sebastian didn’t understand why he’d act like he’ll mess up on the first try of their official date.

“She slept in? But she answered when it was like 10 in LA.”

“And what time is it in Switzerland by then?” “I— right.”

“Why are you so worried about Barbie anyway?” Sebastian gave Mick a baffled look. “She said yes for a reason.”

“To see me go through this terribly?”

“Oi,” Seb nearly reached across the table to smack the boy at the back of his head as he pointed, “You and her went to that Valentine’s Day trip in Disney doing perfectly fine. You didn’t even get scared about it being a date until Bel said something so don’t get too scared now.”

“I didn’t even know it was a date,” Mick groaned.

“And I did not chase those boys off back when you two were what— fifteen? Sixteen? Yeah I did not get hated by a teenage Barbie for a couple weeks - even months - just so you can chicken out of the date that you could have had years ago,” Sebastian told Mick with a scowl, leaving the younger man to look away from him down to Kimi — only to recoil after he saw the similar frown on the toddler’s face.

“I’m not gonna not chicken out, Seb,” Mick rolled his eyes. “You’re just not making it easier for me. You and Dad, man! You two always got something to scare me with.”

Sebastian, no longer scowling, merely chuckled at Mick’s anxiousness. Mick was scared for a good reason, but in between making it official with his childhood crush and losing her to a certain Monegasque (Arthur Leclerc)? Yeah, Mick would choose the former. So for him to spew out everything to Seb — who made sure that Mick got the girl even at a young age — was something of an honour.

The retired driver was humble but he couldn’t help but be egotistical about the situation that unfolded before him. He had his manipulative tendencies apparently, but he had been rooting for Mick and Barbie and he knew how well the two got along ever since they met.

Yeah, Mick’s life was doing good as far as Sebastian could tell.

Seb: My lunch just consisted of soufflés and Mick’s constant whining about their date. What about you, darling?

Bel: I got the same from Barbie except from the soufflé part. Jealous of you and Kimi though— I’ve been craving for some lately xx

Bel: I am quite certain that Barbie's a few steps away from backing out but I made sure she doesn’t.

Seb: Please make sure she doesn’t. Mick was just the same and it took a lot of my energy to get him to stop worrying too much.

Seb: You can have as much soufflé as you want, liebe, just make sure your daughter’s not going as equally insane as Michael’s son.

Sebastian watched Kimi as the toddler tidied up in the playroom, putting away his toys with Sebastian’s guidance and his Woody bear in hand.

“Wood,” Kimi pointed at his pile of wooden blocks.

Sebastian nodded before crouching down and picking it up, “Where do I put it?” Kimi pointed at the storage bin that laid on the playmat as Sebastian nodded in agreement, “It is empty. Yeah this is where we put it. Thank you, schatzi.”

It was only 3 PM and Kimi recently woke up from a nap, with him dragging Sebastian (who certainly wasn’t on his burner Twitter account for the entire hour) to his playroom just as quickly as he pulled the sucker off his mouth. Seb had asked Kimi if he could help tidy his playroom before he went to nap, and the boy clearly knew what his agenda was even after napping.

Now here he was, asking Sebastian where to put things while his best friend, the Woody bear, was being dragged around just as Kimi cleaned up his stackable and pretend play toys.

“How about your kitchen? Do any of the pans need cleaning?” Seb asked, watching as Kimi walked up to his little kitchenette and pulled out the rack out of the bottom counter, showing his mini steel pans.

“‘s clean, Dada,” Kimi answered, pointing towards his little cooking materials.

Seb smiled and nodded, “Good! At least I’m gonna eat healthily thanks to you.”

“Seb~ I need your opinion,” Sebastian looked up towards the entrance of the playroom, watching Barbie stand there in some flared jeans and her cream cashmere jumper — the name Christian Dior knitted across her jumper yet there was no sign of flashiness in her choice of clothing. The typical Dior print didn’t taunt anyone.

“Nothing too flashy, it’s just your regular going out clothes if you ask me,” Sebastian replied with a nod, “I like it.”

“Do you?” The German man nodded again as she said, “It’s nothing fancy then?”

“Barbara, I’ve seen your mother get dressed to the nines whenever she gets invited to haute couture shows,” Sebastian huffed, “You’re in Switzerland— you can dress as fancy as you’d like.”

“What do you think I should wear for jewelry?”

“Remember that one thing you got from Dior when you attended the show with Bel?”

“There’s a lot of them,” Barbie continued.

“The one you went to recently,” Seb said. He may not know much about fashion before, but retiring from driving had its perks. One of them was that he was able to keep up with what his wife and daughter had gotten from their fashion week trips. He even knew the fashion week schedules because Bel often attended. She was still a socialite, regardless of her status as a mother. Everyone invited Bel Vettel to their shows.

“Ah, okay,” Barbie nodded. “What about bag?”

“What do I know about your bags?” Seb huffed out before Barbie raised a brow in amusement. He knew what her bags were— he was one of the culprits who’d sit down across from an associate whenever Bel attended an appointment to purchase a new bag for herself or for Barbie. Hell, he purchased nearly half of Barbie’s collection of bags. He then sighed, “That small blue Hermes one.”

“Danke, Seb!” Barbie grinned before looking down at Kimi, “Kim, what do you think about Ate’s clothes?”

“Pretty!” Kimi answered.

“I agree,” Sebastian nodded as he shooed her off in the process, “now go. Don’t let us get in the way of your night out with Mick.”

“Thanks Seb! Thank you Kimi-boy! Happy cleaning!”

Sebastian sighed happily as he looked at his son, “Your Ate Barbie is very much something. Now, where were we?”

“Cleaning Dada! Remember?”

“Ahh yes, we were just talking about the kitchen. Now, how about your grocery store? Have we stocked up on the carrots?”

Life couldn’t get any more perfect than this. That was what Sebastian Vettel told himself when Bel Vettel came home that night with an envelope in hand, her other hand shaking as she gripped her phone.

“What’s this, liebling?” He wasn’t really trying to get his hopes up. But the grin on Bel’s face showed a lot of emotion as much as her tears did. She continued to record on her phone.

His hands shook as he ripped the envelope open, accidentally spilling out its contents as a black and white photograph fell out. He stared at the photo for a moment, a gasp escaping his mouth as he peered down at it.

Picking it up, he continued to stare at the growing body in the picture. It said on the photograph “Belinda O. Vettel, Week 15.”

“You surpassed your,” Sebastian stammered, not even caring about the phone in her hand as she sobbed behind the camera. He looked up at her, “Oh— you’re 15 weeks.”

Bel nodded eagerly, dropping her phone on the bed as she guided his hand over to her stomach. He smiled in surprise and joy, his tears finally flowing as he cried. “Oh my god, there’s a baby in there.”

“I didn’t know why I was really sick and I went to the doctors today,” Bel explained, “they’ve managed to squeeze me in for a test and screening.”

“And you— you’re pregnant,” Sebastian sniffled quietly, pulling her to his arms as he cried. “Kimi’s gonna be a big brother and— Barbie’s gonna be a sister again.”

“Yes! You’re gonna be a dad to another baby, Seb.”

“God, I fucking love you so much,” he planted kisses all over her face as they both laughed happily. “Thank you, thank you—“

“No Seb,” Bel sobbed, “thank you.”

The front door clicked open as Barbie and Mick arrived. 9 PM, as Seb told Mick. They got home at exactly 9 PM.

“Good evening— what’s up with the tear train?”

Both Bel and Seb turned to look at the younger duo, whose faces were showing equal confusion.

“Uh, I was just coming in to say good night and we want to say something but uh,” Mick gestured at the picture in Sebastian’s hand, “I think… that beats our announcement.”

Barbie’s grin faltered for a moment before offering Mick a confused look. Then she looked at the picture, then back to Mick, then looked at the couple with a gaping mouth. Her eyes began to get teary as she asked, “No- really?”

Bel nodded eagerly as Barbie let out a strangled noise as she swore, “Holy fucking shit?!”

“Oi, watch your words,” Mick scolded, a grin remained on his face as Barbie grabbed onto the closest figure to her and hugged Mick tightly.

“Did you not see the picture in Seb’s hand?!” Barbie squealed as she cried out, “Pregnant! Mick! Bel’s pregnant! I have a new baby to care for! Are you fucking kidding me!”

Mick laughed lightheartedly, offering Seb a grin as he couldn’t move in his spot. He was too busy getting suffocated by Barbie’s happy hug.

Somewhere in Switzerland, the Vettel family (including Mick Schumacher) were joyful at the news and they’d continue to feel that way as their family expanded by a pair of two feet. Sebastian was glad he retired and met Kimi along the process. God was he ever this thankful for his foster daughter because his household wouldn’t be as loud and as happy if it wasn’t for her joyful and enthusiastic nature. He knew that he loved his wife, but he never expected to love her harder than this.

Yeah. Life was so good. It was nice to know that Sebastian had already gotten used to it beforehand because his girls were crying in joy at the good things handed to them and he was able to keep them from feeling overwhelmed.

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hello fellow jd shipper! :3 do you have any recommendation of your absolute must read all time faves? i’m runninh out of jd fics. thank u very much in advance beforehand! (and no pressure to reply)

hihi anon ofc i have (more) fics to recommend

(link to my first joongdok fic recs)

and i hope that one day you will love yourself too - A TREND SETTER. my top 3 orv fics of all time. high school -> college au. you have to read this. i dont make the rules. (note that it says chapters 19/21 but the main story is already completed and the last two chapters will be side stories)

A study in geometric shapes - childhood friends, reality show. it's a pretty famous fic but at the time i made the first post i had yet to read this fic. my top 5 jd fics you need to read it if you havent

A perfect life - omegaverse (HEAR ME OUT OK when i tell you it has an AMAZING PLOT!!! pls trust me on this)

The way back home - post epilogue. in which kdj feels guilty of having been saved. your regular tuesday

A grim reaper's guide to keeping a human alive - just like the title says, pls pray for yjh cuz he's one overworked grim reaper in this fic

When love lasts - 50 first dates au. amnesia

Loving out of tune - neighbors. they cant stand each other (or so kdj thinks). very rich dialogue and comedy gold

I miss your smile (even though I have yet to know it) - gakuen alice au. protect kdj at all costs. kimcom will protect him but we need to protect him too

Is it wrong to pick up guys in someone else's body - amnesia. oh yjh your love is so huge

Ways of survival - time loop. very very very underrated

Love lives at the kitchen table - post epilogue. made me melt ong

Message from the universe: Kim Dokja must die - post epilogue. the universe has it out for kdj's neck as the title says. yes it's rated e but tis the plot that matters!!!

#im not gonna make this any longer orz #ask #joongdok #orv #fic recs

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Hello! I wanted to known if I could request slow sensual sex with Shinji Hirako???

Oooomgosh omgosh yessss! This is gonna be so good 🙏🏼 Highkey have been waiting for a NSFW fic with Shinji 💀 Thank you so much! for the request and I hope you enjoy! (I went on a blind hiatus during this im so sorry lmao it’s done tho!)

🔥Under Fire🔥

Shinji Hirako x Fem!Reader

NSFW+18💦MDI⚠️REC.DU💨FLUFF💟MODERN A.U✨

Summary: Shared but masked feelings, making love wasn’t apart of the agenda. For you though, Shinji is ready for anything.

Warnings: Modern alternative universe, strong language, sensual lovemaking, praise kink, marking(hickies, bite marks), fingering, oral!sex (reader receiving), vaginal!penetration, hand holding, sweet talk, supple kisses, blunt smoking, friends with benefits turned serious, budding romantic feelings, fluff throughout.

Authors Notes: AH FINALLY I HAVE WAITED SO LONG FOR THIS 😩 SHINJI WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME AND I AM OKAY WITH THAT! Also! Bad Omens reeeeaallly set the mood for this thing, like ONG absolute perfection!😭🤌🏽

Loud music bumped over the nightclub speakers, rumbling through the wooden floors with everyone’s moving feet. Flashing lights colored the hundreds of bodies that were crammed together like sardines on the dance floor, Shinji’s gentle hands were on your hips, he watched them sway in time with the movements of his fit body.

Drunk and feeling the music, the beating vibration warmed your body up against Shinji. A feeling like sparks igniting, consuming you in his spiritual flames. Shinji flowed with your body on the dance floor. Shifting his hips, he pressed them up against your frayed denim shorts, groaning to himself as he felt your body press, and relax back into him.

He swallowed hard as he peered down your body, his steely eyes devoured the slick and shiny skin under your halter-neck tank top. Feeling your hand wrap around his neck and grip him there, finally had him leaning into your ear to speak up. “Hey, you wanna get outta here soon darlin?” His voice reverberated something needy and demanding. Shinji teasingly licked the shell of your ear, nibbling down the side of your neck as you rolled your hips across his quickly hardening groin.

Leaning your head back on his shoulder speaking into his ear, “Sure, yeah that sounds good! But I have to finish my drink first,”. Rolling his eyes, he released his grip on you. Holding your hand softly he followed closely behind you as you lead him back to the table where Lisa, Kensei, Renji, Izuru, and Shuhei sat.

Hoping you two could slip away unnoticed, Shinji huffed. Now in a forced position to say goodbye and come up with a reason for disappearing yet again, at a friendly get-together, Shinji was less than thrilled. Not an outcome he was hoping for, but if it meant he could leave sooner with you without a bickering match, it would be worth it. Moving to the quieter, darker part of the club where your table was, y/n grabbed the air toward her drink, lazily leading Shinji behind her.

Renji passed her the drink, as she finally anchored herself at the front of the table. Bringing the cute, yellow bendy straw to her lips she sucked down the blue fruity cocktail, bobbing her head in time with the music.

“Looks like you two are having all the fun,” Renji commented, “We are, but,” y/n started saying before taking another sip of her drink, “We're actually gonna head out early for the night,” she said tightening her grip on Shinji’s hand, silently asking him for some back up if her unplanned plan backfired.

Everyone's heads turned at that comment and landed on both you and Shinji, Shuhei caught Shinji’s hand being held captive by yours and only nodded in his direction. The rest of the gang sighed outwardly, “Really? Already?” Renji questioned with a grimace, “But we just got here!” a drunk Lisa sang out. “Oh let them go, they'll just disappear somewhere anyway,” Kensei huffed, taking a languid sip of his old fashion.

The rumor was true. You had secretly been seeing Shinji on the side for a while now. He established a friend-with-benefits situation a few months back.

On that day, running some errands with him, Shinji had bluntly come forward with his attraction toward you. It seemingly came out of nowhere, but you had been so fond of him already that you even held your suspicions, that he felt the same. The sex has been a reliable release for you, it sated a need you didn’t even know you had until you started seeing him regularly during the week.

The both of you had tried to keep it down low and out of sight, trying not to start any gossip. It seemed everyone eventually caught on, since every time you all got together, you and Shinji always ended up disappearing.

Usually off somewhere alone for a quick meet up and then return to the function, but the longer the agreement went on the more often you two went off just to be together, sexual or not.

“Are you guys leaving already?” Izuru chimes in with the rest of the crowd, walking up behind you and Shinji with a handful of shots. “Yeah…” Shinji replied slowly, blatantly fronting his irritation at the current embarrassing circumstances. “That’s lame,” “take one before you go,” Izuru rolled his eyes, pushing a shot into both y/n and Shinji’s free hands.

Just as y/n finished her cocktail, she threw the shot back like a champ, before anyone else had even lifted their shot. Shinji would stand corrected if he thought he was the one who wanted to leave this god forsaken club first.

(...)

Walking back to y/n’s downtown apartment not far from the club, y/n held onto her shoulders. Chilled, after leaving the heat of the nightclub and into the late summer night. “Jeez. Woman,” “This is why I told you to bring a jacket,” Shinji sighed.

Wrapping you in his brown leather jacket he remarks “And who said chivalry is dead?”. “I didn't know it would be this cold,” y/n muttered quietly, gripping the sides of his jacket and enclosing herself in its warmth. “You’re half naked, with your hair in that... Cute messy bun style you know I love so much on you,” “Of course, you're gonna be cold, sometimes I think you do it on purpose,” he smiled to himself as the words left his mouth. “Absolutely not!” y/n spat back defensively, knowing deep down that he was... Well, he was kind of right.

Something has been different lately. Even before leaving for the club, Shinji had ran through a whole checklist before he would even allow you to step out of the door. ‘Have you eaten yet?’ ‘Do you have everything in that purse of yours?’ ‘Are you sure you don’t wanna bring a jacket?’ just to name a few examples. There was a new profound softness in all of Shinji’s actions that pertained to you, it felt good, natural even, like it should’ve been this way the entire time.

Needless to say y/n was rather enjoying the new treatment, it made her heart patter ever so lightly allowing more room for her fondness to grow for the infamous jokester, who now turned out to be an infamous gentleman as well.

(…)

Finally arriving back home in the safe confines of Y/n’s apartment, y/n shook off her heels and threw his jacket on the coat rack while Shinji carelessly strolled in behind, removing his shoes. The beginning steps of y/n’s ‘time for bed’ ritual took place, and Shinji got comfy removing his tie, loosening his shirt a bit and rolling up his sleeves. Y/n stood in the mirror, wiping off her makeup in the bathroom, closest to her bedroom. Shinji sat on the bed, rolling up a blunt for the both of you. One of his many playlists lulls over the sound system, filling the bedroom with a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

Once cleaned up and dressed down in some of her comfy shorts and an oversized T-shirt, y/n joined Shinji on the plush mattress, sitting crisscrossed with a glass of iced water. “Man, nightclubs are not my thing anymore,” y/n said rubbing her eyes, groaning softly from the slight headache she received after the few hours of drinking and dancing.

“So, let me get this straight,” “You’re saying,” “You would rather be at home,” “Chilling… and smoking weed with me… in your bed?” Shinji drawled out turning his head in your direction, with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. “Shut it and light it, goofy,” y/n sneered at the blonde man, smacking him lightly on the shoulder and breathily laughing at his stupid, dumb remark. So stupid it left your face catastrophically red. Seriously, what was up with this guy? His smooth words, and even smoother hair. None of it made sense, or it did… just why now? Shinji was the adamant one on the, ‘this is nothing serious, I just want to have fun with you,’ part of the agreement.

Putting his hand upon your upper thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Shinji places the blunt between his lips, it hangs so artfully from them as he goes to light it. Pulling out an engraved zippo lighter, he flips it open. The bright blue flame quickly engulfed the tip of the tobacco paper, and a sweet aroma of the white grape drifted through the air while the paper burned to ash, quickly followed by the delightful smell of weed. These night are always the best when shared together, y/n thought. Allowing her mind to wander through the current moment, a sudden swell of emotion had begun overflowing her body.

(…)

A few passes and over half a blunt later, the two leaned against the wooden headboard, their bodies heavy from the weed that swirled through them. Y/n laid her head on Shinji’s shoulder, while his arm encompassed her close against his warm, slumped body. Shinji puffed on his handiwork, relaxing further into y/n’s weight. Rolling waves of smoke lingered in the air and filled the dimly lit room, while the two lay together sailing through the clouds. The entwinement of their bodies and limbs being the only thing that kept them grounded in reality.

“Earlier…” “Walking back here,” “You said, you loved when my hair is up,” y/n said softly, pausing before continuing, “What are some other things you… ‘love’ about me?” She asked curiously, with her breath hitching in her chest.

Shinji’s eyes widened at her question, breathing a heavy hit from his nose, he hurriedly took another, sucking it deep into his lungs. “Well…” he said as the smoke poured from his mouth. “There’s lots of things…” “like the way you’ll scrunch your nose up at my gross jokes,” Shinji said chuckling to himself. “Or the way you’ll blush and look away whenever I compliment you…” “Or my favorite…” he paused again. “the little dance you do when you’re eating something you like...” he stopped there smiling to himself, but not wanting to dredge any further into that topic.

Y/n lay on his shoulder dazed, “Oh..” she breathed, blushing from his words. “I was fully prepared for you to say something along the lines of,” “I love the way your lips look around my cock darlin’,” she said, trying but failing to do an impression of Shinji.

“First of all,” “I do not sound like that,” Shinji laughed heartily at y/n’s endearing impression of him. “Secondly, I love it when you look like that,” he corrected, taking another hit before handing it over to y/n. “Oh yeah?” She said giggling, “Oh yeah,” Shinji said before his soft fingers slid up the side of your cheek and turned your face towards him.

Leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, he pulled away ever so slightly, blowing his smoke into your mouth and kissing you again after. “I love it a lot,” he said, inches away from your face. His words sang, traveling through y/n’s ears and making them ring with their sweetness, flowing down her body and resting comfortably in the pit of her stomach.

Blinking softly at Shinji, y/n exhaled the smoke. A soft shade of pink stained her cheeks as she stared into his grey hooded eyes. A crafty smile plastered across Shinji’s face as he caressed your cheek under his thumb. Y/n leaned into his touch before bringing the end of the blunt to her lips.

Glancing down at y/n’s full lips encompassing the tip of the blunt, Shinji drank your expression in full. He mimicked your blushing shyness as he pulled his hand away. “Goddamn…” “You are so fucking pretty,” “You know that?” He said biting his lip, he shook his head in disbelief and scoffed. “It makes me wonder why no one’s snatched you up yet,” insecurity silently started weaving itself into his usually unwavering confidence.

“I mean, I’m not complaining,” “More fun for me after all,” Shinji said going silent afterward. “For me, I think maybe...” “it's because I have you in my back pocket, and everyone knows it,” y/n stated blatantly, “We haven't exactly been hiding it,” shrugging her shoulders, she put the roach out in the ashtray. “Or maybe...” “it's because I would rather have you…” “So I decline everyone who’s tried,” a hefty blush returned to her face as y/n avoided eye contact with the blonde man lying next to her.

“Oh yeah?” Shinji said with a side smile and raised eyebrow, cocking his head down at you. “...Yeah,” y/n murmured after a moment of diligent thinking. Shinji’s hand cupped your chin softly, begetting your stare back in his direction. His face grew hot all over again when he peeked at the soft, lustful eyes of y/n as they peered down at his lips. Flashing quickly back to his eyes, y/n leaned in and molded her lips gently against Shinji’s.

(...)

Her sudden emotional ministration left Shinji blinking widely, the blush on his face crept up to the tips of his ears while she kissed him deeply. Melting into her kiss and releasing a breath from his nose, he pushed firmly back into y/ns wanting mouth, groaning as she parted his lips with her sly tongue.

Twisting his torso, Shinji slowly pushed you into the pillows, as he climbed on top. Supporting his weight on his forearms, y/n’s plush thighs hugged his waist while he got comfy between them. Her soft hands held his face, gently stroking the short stubble on his jawline, keeping him over her mouth as their tongues played and explored one another.

Soft moans roused from y/n when Shinji shifted to his knees, pushing her thighs up and over his. Rising to his palms, he gazed down at you, his face flushed and lips parted. Quick, broken breaths left his mouth, and Shinji felt his heart thump against his sternum. A strange, foreign feeling washed over his body. Arousal, lust, and something else... Passion? maybe. Y/n’s fingers tentatively reached for the first button of his shirt and slowly pulled each of them apart, staring intently at the buttons as they came undone and revealed his smooth skin underneath.

Sitting back on his heels, Shinji shrugged off his shirt and tugged it free of his jeans, tossing it to the side of the bed. Returning to his position over you, he caught your mouth in a greedy kiss. Awash with his need for you, his hand clasped your still-clothed breast gripping and kneading it underneath his palm. Y/n’s hands explored the expanse of his now open back. She remembered every flowing line of tensed muscle and the way they seem to relax under her hand that softly caressed each spot.

(...)

Shinji’s lips smashed against yours, nibbling at you playfully, and sucking your lower lip. With the intense feeling of being engulfed in everything that was Shinji in this minuscule moment, the heat started quickly swallowing y/n’s breath underneath the man's lanky form.

His needy mouth traveled from your lips down your jaw, pushing your head away, and giving the feral man access to your supple neck. Y/n’s head spun violently under his frantic, but somehow artful duress. Her body begged to feel his warmth, begged for him to give her what she needed.

Y/n found herself lost in the present moment, stuck in some places of her past, but somehow still excited for the future that was to be paved, and hopefully with Shinji by her side. Releasing his grip on your chest, both of his hand's fumble around, trying to find yours. Enterlacing his fingers within yours he pushes your palms into the bed, pinning you underneath him.

Shinji continued his crusade down your neck, licking and softly kissing the sensitive skin that lay vulnerable to him. Y/n can feel a smile form on his lips when she wailed out from the sharp feeling of his canines pinching her skin.

Covering the small welt with his mouth, and running his tongue over it Shinji sucks the skin of your neck. Grunting lowly when he feels you arch your back into his unrelenting torture. Releasing you from his mouth, he continues his play time to the other side of your neck. There, he kisses down to your exposed collarbone where he begins to repeat the same teasing ritualistic behavior, marking you with a large purple hickey.

(...)

At his total mercy, and laying completely helpless underneath him y/n bucks her hips against him. Trying, and trying again to find some friction to sedate the growing arousal between her legs. The flimsy cloth of her shorts and her lacy panties discouraged any true form of relief. They numbed her sensation just enough that it became a nuisance trying to do it herself. That was until Shinji finally understood what you were after. Freeing a hand from your grasp, he lowered it to your slick heat.

Surpassing the confinement of cloth, he delves in between your plump lips. Massaging the wetness that collected there, he hummed in appreciation at how worked up you had become with just some sloppy kisses and heavy panting. Two fingers rubbed in gentle circles around your clit. “You’re such... Ah!” “A goddamn tease!” y/n said forcibly.

She desperately wiggled her hips against his fingers, wishing he'd hit the spot he knew she loved. Shinji’s slender fingers always left y/n in a full trance. The way they magically danced across her skin, and brought about the most helpless of whimpers from y/n. The sounds Shinji knew, he was the only one who could force from you. “C’mon darlin’” “You know I love the way you sound,” “Let me hear you,” Shinji breathed against your skin before snatching you into another soul-devouring kiss.

“Let me feel you then,” y/n pulled away from him and retorted in frustration. Grabbing his wrist she pushed him further toward her dripping, needy heat. “Don’t be like that baby,” “I was gettin' there,” he smirked against your mouth. Sinking his fingers into your mess of a hole, he slowly pulled his fingers against the spongy pad on your upper wall, massaging in little circles.

Positioning his thumb he pressed on your swelling clit, rubbing and prodding the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his curling fingers. “That's such a good look on you y/n,” Shinji smiled greatly as he peered down at your pleasure-contorted face.

“Faster..! Please!” y/n begged, shooting Shinji a needy glimpse and biting her lip to egg him further. “Nah,” “I want to enjoy this...” he said softly as he continued his sermon of repetitive motions. Y/n whined loudly, bordering on a temper tantrum. “Goddamn.” “You're so fucking cute when you're frustrated,” Shinji confessed in admiration, softly smooching your cheek before traveling feather-light kisses toward your ear. Taking your earlobe in between clenched teeth, he shoves his fingers into your aching core, reveling in the shout y/n released from his perfectly timed and careful actions.

(...)

Feeling your body convulse and twitch underneath him, was most certainly egging him on, more than ever before. His cock raged against the tight confinement of his jeans, throbbing in time with all the little jolts that ran throughout y/n’s body. “I think that'll do,” Shinji said before removing all stimulation away from y/n. “W-what?” y/n protested as she tried grabbing his hand to keep him posted in their position. Sitting up, Shinji unbuckled his belt letting it fall open. “Take your clothes off,” he demanded, his voice sounding a lot like how it did at the nightclub.

Blinking dumbfounded, y/n obeys and starts removing her shirt. Shinjis's hands helped lift it and pull it over your head as he discarded it with his shirt on the side of the bed. Y/n hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pulls them down her thighs. Shinji pushed your legs up straight and pulled them off. “Keep the panties on,” “They're cute,” he remarked. He peeked down at the floral red lace tanga-styled panties that sat high on your waist, accentuating your curvy hips and pillowy thighs. His strong hands grab hold of your ankles and kept them in the air, “Bend your knees so they touch your chest,” “They don’t leave that spot until I say,” Shinji warned, his tone sounding serious as he positioned and instructed you on how he wanted to take you for the night.

Y/n hummed happily, lulling her head to the side roused a questioning look upon Shinji’s face. “Somethin' funny doll?” He asks, his palms pushing your thighs up to your chest. “You’re just so sexy when you’re in charge,” y/n explained with a grin. “Do it more often,” she said, silently challenging him, and staring directly into his eyes.

Shinji didn't respond with words but rather with his actions. Running his fingers over the lace of your pussy lips, a small smirk draws on his face once he saw your eyebrows draw together slightly from his touch.

Peering down at you and your position, his face suddenly softens. The position he wanted you in left you exposed to him, vulnerable almost. Somehow your words spoke of the trust you had in him and the confidence you held for him, knowing that he knew how to take care of you in every regard. It took Shinji by complete surprise the more he thought about what you said. Maybe he was thinking too much into it but something felt different from you, about you, he only understood that he couldn’t let you down now.

(...)

Quickly removing his black jeans, Shinji crawled back onto the mattress. He laid on his elbows while his face took place over your dripping cunt, his cock throbbed at the sight before him. The cotton insert of your panties drowned in your juices, scarcely containing your folds as it stretched thin between your plump lips. Like a ripe peach that hung from a branch and was ready for the picking, Shinji stared mesmerized by your intimate beauty. The aroma of your lust and the warmth that waited inside, made Shinji’s mouth water intensely as he steadied himself before taking a dive back into your depths.

Lightly pushing the cloth away to expose you completely, Shinji places his hands near your waist and leaned down and kissed your glistening lips. His hair swayed from side to side as he got to work. The soft gentle kisses he started with slowly turned into long sucking kisses, as he took each lip into his mouth and pulled on them. Tugging ever so gently before releasing it with a sucking pop and repeating this motion until he made his way up to your clit.

Taking the swollen bud into his mouth and sucking it, the pressure from the motion left y/n’s thighs trembling, and her toes curling at the ceiling. With her eyes shut tightly, her jaw dropped as she mewled loudly from Shinji’s unrelenting maw. The lewd noises that spewed from y/n’s mouth were unlike anything Shinji had ever heard before. His body reacted physically, singing with lust as every nerve, every pore on his body stood at full attention, just for her.

He fisted at the sheets under his palms as he started absentmindedly grinding into the mattress. Shinji repeatedly pushed his twitching cock into its soft fullness, desperate for any attention he could get while he waited to finish you first. Shinji grunted as his cock slid against the soft, stretchy spandex of his blue boxer briefs.

Removing her hands from the underside of her thighs, she placed them on Shinji’s forearms. Tightly gripping onto them, y/n felt the cool metal of his tongue piercing swirl around her clit, and up and down her sensitized labia. Y/n’s knees failed to stay directly over her chest and slowly drifted to her sides, resting there and spread completely open for Shinji’s hungry mouth.

(...)

Y/n finally caught a needed glimpse at the handsome man that lay in front of her. Visually taking in the way he ate her out like it was the last thing he’ll ever do on earth. So turned on by her noises and arousal, that he’s resorting to fucking the mattress. That’s a first, y/n thought gazing down at the touch deprived man between her thighs. His tensing muscles, soft whimpers, and all the incredulous sucking noises created such a delightful picture for y/n’s eyes and ears to take in and memorize.

The image of this moment, and the feelings that danced and swirled around her body, doubled by the pressure of her orgasm winding up in her core was almost too much. Tears pricked at the corners of y/n’s eyes, as her noises got louder with each swipe of his tongue. Noticing that you had broken the position he placed you in, his arms slid under your thighs and hooked you in his full grasp. Too horny to care, Shinji tugged you harshly down to his mouth. Making you jolt and gasp from the tightness of his arms as they held you harshly in position against his face.

Releasing a thigh, his fingers journeyed down to your twitching hole. His eyes peered up at you as he slowly sunk his middle digit into its wetness. Rubbing the pad of his finger against your G-spot, his tongue ravaging your clit. Expertly flicking and prodding your bud with careful consideration to get you to release. Never breaking eye contact, he sped up his finger's pace. Feeling your walls swell and clench around his finger was a sign you were close, pulling his finger out he glided another finger in with ease before pushing up on your G-spot. The repetitive pressing of her fleshy button, in time with the fast-flicking of his tongue, sent y/n over the edge drowning her deep within her pleasure and forcing out her full release.

“Oh, Shinnnjiii!~” She wailed his name out in ecstasy as her pussy clenched onto his digits and her clit pulsed under his tongue. Finger fucking her deeper and harder during her orgasm caused a different form of release, as y/n’s pussy squirted forcibly through the rolling waves of her powerful orgasm. Splashing Shinji’s chin, neck, and upper chest area, and soaking the bed underneath y/n. “Mmmm, that's what I like to see doll,” “Good job Baby,” He hummed as he pulled his fingers from you, sucking them clean.

Y/n lay there half unconscious coming down from her incredible high. “You've made such a mess darlin’, look at you,” Shinji chuckled at the slumped form of y/n, still breathing heavily. “I'm...” “I'm not sleeping in the wet spot, that's your fault,” she said catching her breath and swallowing hard.

Chuckling sweetly at your exhausted words, “Don’t bother me none babes, just a sign of my victory,”Shinji grins shifting to his knees in front of you. His warm calloused hands push your thighs up to your side as he leaned down to kiss your mound, up your belly, and the space between your breast. His breath felt warm against your skin, as you felt the tip of his nose swipe across your chest. Softly suckling the skin of your breast he repeats his loving and careful kisses until your nipple is encased in his wet mouth. His thumb and index finger come to rest underneath your breast allowing some support while his tongue swirled and prodded against your hard nipple.

(...)

Not giving you any time to prepare for the next act, Shinji sucks and pulls on your nipple with his lips as he presses his still-clothed member against your now-soaked innermost thighs. Grinding against your slick left wet, splotchy marking on his boxers. Pulling off your nipple, he kisses toward the other side and pulls your hardened nipple into his warm mouth sucking gently on it, making sure that none of you is left untouched, or unloved. Still coming down from her first high, y/n lay underneath him breathless, soaking in all of the attention Shinji seemed to have no problem giving to her.

The feeling of his throbbing cock pressing against her still-sensitive clit had y/n reeling. Gasping inwardly at the sudden shock of pleasure that still shot through her body, so artfully done in with just Shinji’s mouth.

“Fuck...” “Shinji, I want you,” y/n mewled pathetically at him, bucking her hips against his swollen, still captive member. Releasing your nipple, Shinji smiles deviously against your skin, “I can't hear you darlin’” he purred. “I..” y/n started before feeling unsettled from the foreign neediness that had been instilled within her. “Use your words, baby,” Shinji’s kissed soft words of encouragement into your chest, only making you flush further. “I want you, inside of me now,” “Please, pretty please,” “I can't wait any longer,” y/n begged helplessly, her mind completely fogged with lust and need.

“You’re in for a treat then babe,” “Because I want you to,” Shinji chuckled before pushing his boxers down past his cock allowing space for it to spring free from its confines. Grabbing the base of his lengthy cock, he prods his tip against your red, swollen lips. Running it up and down your slick, Shinji grunts lowly as he inserts himself. Your gummy warm walls accepted his length freely, swallowing every inch with squelchy ease. “Ohh~” “Fuu-uck,” “Y/n baby, you're always... so fucking... sweet,” Shinji gritted his jaw and forced out as his full length was sheathed inside of you.

All of those hours watching you, waiting for you, wanting you, finally came to an end as Shinji’s body fully relaxed into your body. Pleasure washed over, from his head to his toes as he felt your walls clench onto his shaft. His warm hands rested on the back of your thighs as he raised his body up and over yours. Pinning you against the headboard, Shinji positioned himself so his cock was perfectly angled against your G-spot. Slowly pulling himself from you, his whole body shuttered as he pushed his hips back into your tight cunt. Y/n lay spread open ready for Shinji's taking. Biting her lower lip she cursed under her breath as Shinji made the first few movements.

It didn't matter how many times Shinji had taken you before. It didn't matter how many times you came because of him, or how many times he had touched you. The craving for you only grew stronger with each time he felt you. Getting worse, as each time left him wanting you all over again, bubbling up like an inevitable volcano. Being inside of you was paradise to him, pure bliss, and the only thing to make him forget about all the other stressors in his life. You had become the center of his addiction, and every time he got a taste it was like a first taste all over again.

Finding a steady momentum, Shinji ground his hips against your core, sending his cock into your wet deepness. His mouth fell open and his eyebrows drew together as he felt your pussy twitch and throb with his motions. Soft breathy moans filled the room as he rocked his body against yours.

What usually was rough, harsh, and relentless pounding was gentle and comforting this time around. His hands softly gripped the underside of your thighs as his cock effortlessly slid in and out of you. Y/n’s breasts bounced softly with each of his push-ins. With her face flushed red, the feeling of his impossibly hard cock grazing against all of her right spots was quickly rewinding her arousal all over again. Shinji peered down at y/n, taking in all of her blushing features. The way your eyes rolled when he pushed up into your core, and the faded cute cries that left your now chapped parted lips.

Beautiful. You were so beautiful during this moment, taking all of him with ease and enjoying every second of it. It drove Shinji wild, he moved his body over yours once more prompting y/n to wrap her thighs around his waist. Finding your hands, Shinji interlaced his fingers with yours again.

Burying his face into your neck, he squeezed your hands as he picked up his pace. Y/n cried out, the tears that previously pricked her eyes now finally spilling over her cheeks. “I can't take much more Shinji...” she whimpered at his relentless grinding. Kissing your neck and ignoring your words, Shinji continued his loving agony, pushing himself harder against your soreness. “Just a little..” “Longer, I'm so close,” he breathed against your neck in earnest. “Fuck, I'm so close...” he strained as his body tensed with his approaching orgasm.

The pounding got louder as did their cries for release. “Fuck, Shinjiii..” y/n moaned leaning her head against his face on her neck. “I... I love you..” y/n said quietly. Those three words would've halted him, coming from anyone else. Coming from you though, he never would've expected you to say it first. “What?” he said, never stopping his thrusts. “I said, I lo..” “I love you Shinji,” Y/n said louder, squeezing his hands. “Oh shit... Fuck I'm gonna cum darlin',” “I love you too y/n,” he said hurriedly before claiming your mouth in a sweet kiss. Grunting repeatedly as his cock spewed his load inside of you, y/n could feel his shaft pulse with each ripple of his orgasm. The warm liquid filled her chasm with his juices.

Finalizing his kiss, his body dropped heavily on top of yours. Sweaty and out of breath, the both of you lay in stillness. The sound of his music still playing, the two of you slowly found your composure again.

Pulling out and leaning back on his knees once more, Shinji looked down at you bashful as ever. A cute smile found a place on his lips as he chuckled at the exchange of those words. Y/n looked up at him through her eyelashes, almost chuckling with him, “What's so funny darlin’,” she started again with her horrible impression, making Shinji laugh even further. “Nothin’ babe, I'll get you something to clean yourself up with,” he said cooly before swiftly finding a towel and bringing it back to you.

(...)

Hours had gone by it was late. Sleeping soundly in Shinjis arms y/n nuzzled into his chest comfortably. Shinji lay awake, his mind running wild and repeating those words over and over again as he caressed your back lazily with his fingers. Breaking his train of thought, there was a light tapping at the front door. Reaching for his phone and checking the time, 2:45 am his bright screen read, “Who the hell is knocking at this time of night,” Shinji huffed annoyed, untangling himself from you he pulled some sweatpants on and shambled to the front door, yawning.

Another light tapping followed by fits of laughing and shushing noises, made Shinji squint as he opened the door, he readied himself to tell someone off for disturbing his night with you. At the door stood Lisa, Kensei, Izuru, and Renji all of them drunken and swaying at the doorway. Shuhei was nowhere to be found, “what the hell do you guys want?” Shinji grumbled rolling his eyes. “Shinji?” all three of them said in unison staring wide-eyed, “What are YOU doing here?” Renji spewed, his words slurring together, incomprehensible to an untrained ear. They all stared in awe at Shinji as he leaned against the doorframe. “Wait I KNOW!” Lisa said out loud, unaware of her volume. “Are you and Y/n-chan dating?” she teased, “you guys owe me 20 bucks, I told you!” Lisa said matter-of-factly pushing each of the guy's shoulders.

Sighing and crossing his arms Shinji grinned, laughing at his drunk friends and their assumptions. “Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he responded, knowing exactly what he had to do next.

End🌸🔥

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kalims · 2 years

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Fairytale anon part 3 haha

Don’t worry about it <3 it’s completely fine , it’s understandable and all on why you wouldn’t be able to do it, but I really appreciate your patience

I’d like to request dorm leaders again, with a trope like “falls first, falls harder”. I just think it would be cute too read,

ofc if you can’t do my request at all it’s all good!

also thank you for giving me a second time to request. It’s really appreciated so much since I love your writing and your literally so kind,😭💞 sorry for putting you through so much trouble

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "let's play a game. say, if we fell in love who do you think would fall first or harder? ha! it's definitely you."

falling first, and falling harder,

today, we are unaware. tonight, you've realized. tomorrow, we're already smitten.

characters. dorm leaders.

includes. gn!reader.

wc. 5.1k for some reason.

cw. crack, actually mc on crack too, fire accidents, angst to comfort (giving), death (not major)

note. ong hi fairytale anon! honestly you're the patient one here t-t so thank you!! <3 I admit this is one of the favorite mc's I've written haha... why the heck is this so long

—ㅤriddle rosehearts ・falls first

"two plus two is equals to six because there is an additional two." you state without any ounce of doubt at all, blankly—yet so confidently.

riddle is stupefied at the relevation that he knows such a stupid person. so he recoils with a weird look on his face. "that's not how it works. there is no deeper meaning." he sighs.

if he had a penny for everytime you'd made his head hurt riddle would be rich.

he hates your sass.

"but what if it does though."

"(name)."

contrary to belief riddle is a pretty perfect guy but among the category of boyfriend material he's in the middle. like, hardstuck. if it was a competition his mother would be rolling in her bed because he won't stand a chance to win.

it's not because of his face or anything. in fact, he's gorgeous. it's about the sensitive attitude he has. seemingly blunt, harsh, and direct words but you know riddle best besides from his friends.

so it's only natural his real self would be slipping off, with you he has the chance to enjoy his life as a normal school boy. without the clutches of his mother who's fully intent on carving his path herself.

his mother would probably drag him by the ear if she hears that he's falling for one of the most stupid people she'd ever meet instead of one of the 'candidates' she reccomends.

it was during a messy time, when he realized.

messes were something riddle didn't exactly like.

and there's a whole lot right in the kitchen of his dorm.

the silence is prominent when he gets hit by a patch of dough that was probably still in the process of getting kneaded and he's sure whoever made the mess was sweating in their boots when he exhaled shortly.

"I have such good aim." you compliment yourself, laughing quietly and the traces of dough in your hands is full evidence that you are the culprit.

for some reason riddle can't bring himself to be angry by your smile.

he puts a palm over his head. "you. (name) it's five in the morning." without much regard to his words you shrug and casually pick up a new set of flour. "so?"

"so? why are you.." he eyes the items on the counter top. "..baking at five am? it's five am."

"who doesn't? hey don't you not know how to bake? I'll finally beat you in something." you joke.

for once riddle is forcefully dragging himself in the middle of something he hates.

he huffs. flicking his hand so that there's an apron magically on his waist. you make an amazed sound at your own apron tying itself around you.

"don't you know one of the basics for safety is an apron? just you wait, I'll be one of the best at this soon enough." riddle huffs. sure there's a routine he strictly follows everyday but it's a rest day, why not spend it timely? with someone he likes.

you're one mess be wouldn't mind getting caught in.

and you, this time you're the one that would fall harder.

you admit it's hard to like riddle first so early with his old, snappy self but given how much he's improved its starting to feel like you're some quarreling married couple at times.

so it just hits you hard.

I'm in love with him.

ㅤ

—ㅤleona kingscholar ・falls harder

(@ravynous girl, ravy... this for you 🥰)

"leona your little snookie pookie is too broke and is need for some madol to buy food for their pet cat." at some point grim admitted he didn't like to get referred as a cat so you just started doing it just to annoy him.

well he was built like a cat, save for the fact that he can stand on two feet. the rest of the people who were used to the norm of twisted wonderland did think otherwise.

their normal was a monster.

besides the concerning nickname you came up for yourself leona peeks an eye open from his sleep and stares at you blankly. "you don't have a cat."

you grin at him. "you wanna be my kitty then?"

"call me that again and I'll make sure you won't step a foot inside of savanaclaw ever again."

"oh! the horror!" for extra drama points you fall down and clutch your chest, rook would be so proud. "wherever will my grim poop in if not the haven of savanaclaw."

leona makes a disturbed look.

from the start before all the 'disgusting' love started it was friendship and leona can fully vouch the fact that the friendship was not consentual on his end.

you were like a stupid little roach on his fur, unable to shake you off since you're so intent on sticking up to him. and at some point leona didn't even bother to shoo you away when you totally not forcefully forced yourself into his schedule.

his schedule in question is just naps and you actually questioned it.

even ruggie is suprised he hasn't thrown you out of savanaclaw yet when leona has fully the power to do so without being questioned at all so how the hell were you still unscathed after practically insulting leona's whole existence? (which is honestly just being.. honest)

the answer to that is because he's secretly enjoying your presence that's what!

"do you not tend your hair? it looks like an overgrown bush that rolls around in deserts." you squint and poke the mess of strings that leona calls hair.

the man in question pretends not to feel your poke and merely grunts. "quit it. I'm trying to sleep here." he buries his face into the pillow deeper.

"when are you not?" you turn to face the ceiling. not pondering much of the fact that leona let you lay on his bed, with him. despite knowing full well you're probably just gonna disturb his sleep.

there's no answer.

you turn your head, only being able to see the back of leona's head. and the occasional movement alongside his breathing, it convinced you that he was sleeping soundly.

leave it to leona to sleep under five seconds..

"I'm really glad you're with me."

perhaps too drunk in your drowsiness to care about the words you're spouting there isn't much regard you put into thought when your mouth ran off.

and for once leona has never lost the will to sleep so fast.

or perhaps he's actually just distracted by the second flip his heart did.

what a pain. he turns over. hopefully you're true to your words, if you really are then he'd wake up beside you.

unlike riddle you're probably gonna be the one to fall first.

most people would think that leona's whole personality is a blank, boring canvas. just one color but it just seemed so interesting to you that you couldn't help but reach out.

maybe he'd never glance at you, or maybe he wouldn't even care but he's here, like straight out of your dreams you don't know since when you started catching the disease (feels) but imagine your suprise when you wake up and he's practically using you as a humanoid pillow.

oh. you should tease him about this once you wake up again because the sleep is really tempting you from how comfortable you are.

ㅤ

—ㅤazul ashengrotto ・falls first

if current azul told his past self 'you're gonna be in love' he probably would've started laughing quietly because the idea just seems impossible for him.

but he thinks it's you. "I don't think this looks good." azul sighs for the nth' time, clumsily pulling off the tie and coat you had dragged him to try.

you pout. "why not?" a little iffed by the fact that he doesn't like it or that you pretty much spent your whole allowance. azul however, remains blissfully ignorant.

he squints at you. "it's supposed to be a formal event. my clients would not take me seriously in such—" azul grimaced as he gestures at his reflection in the mirror. "—colorful, and clearly unprofessional attire."

you make a sad face.

"you just have no taste. and I want my thousand madol back."

by the look on his face it's a mixture of horrified and feeling bad. "it's not that I don't like it.."

"whatever. stay in your boring old tie, boomer. might as well do a cosplay of a mafia lord."

"what—"

in the spectrum of 'I hate you' but 'you're dear to me' azul would be on the verge of falling off in the middle. given how many situations he's lost plenty of braincells because of your shenanigans he isn't enjoying the tweels clear amusement of this.

but.

you're one of the people azul keeps very close in his inner circle. as much as he despises the twins antics he can admit he'll do the same for them as they did for him in his... overblot moment.

and as for you, he'll do it a thousand times.

between practically losing his mind when he'd get distracted during work because his brain just wants to make him suffer by thinking of you and all his decisions including your personal gain... azul can tell he's pretty fucked.

in the end azul didn't have the heart to not wear your gift.

"you look breathtaking." azul flushes. I picked the right color (aka his favorite). he thinks to himself. secretly glad that you decided to agree to his proposition.

you beam. "why thank you handsome man. it's only natural I wear the clothing you picked out for me graciously."

there's not a lot of times where azul has felt beautiful. in fact, he could count the times he did with one hand. but this time, it feels wholly different.

he feels pretty when you smile at him.

your eyes flicker to his collarbone area, glinting pleasantly at your own very pick sitting atop it. "I see you've chosen to listen to my good advice after all."

it is kind of embarrassing since he's standing out of a crowd with such a bright tie but if azul does say so himself, it's worth it if it meant seeing you look so proud.

azul covers a cough behind his hand. "it would be rude to leave it unworn."

maybe it would be strange but I find it fitting if the two of you fell at just the same time, just as hard cause who wouldn't? the scene itself is straight out of a dream.

and, it's hard to not notice azul's stare when you awkwardly realize that the other is wearing the gift both had given. a better word for it could be enchanted.

after you wouldn't know but just maybe, azul will keep the tie you'd given him tucked in the corner of his safe. away from the eyes of the twins who are probably dying to tease him about it.

ㅤ

—ㅤkalim al asim ・falls harder

"how in the hell do you set water on fire?!" you scream. frantically patting away the portion of your shirt that had literally got burnt off by the fire, before. you'd hyped yourself up to react well in a situation like this but it's like you're completely stupid now.

perhaps you should've declined when kalim invited you to make curry for jamil.

but he was so cute I couldn't deny. you think in regret.

one thing led to another and you underestimated how horrible kalim was at cooking, you just left to collect a few ingredients you forgot and somehow the boy in question was just in the process of setting his whole dorm on fire.

kalim; since he was the one who had set the fire aflame from the first place, is much in a worse state than you. "ah! my butt is on fire again!"

oh he was panicking like you.

"quick! stop, drop, and roll!"

kalim freezes, drops to the ground but rolls the wrong way.

"THATS THE WRONG WAY—DONT ROLL TO THE CURTAIN ITS GONNA CATCH ON—"

"fire?"

simultaneously,, both you and kalim freeze at an eerily calm voice.

jamil crosses his arms. "what are you doing? and what is going on here?" he sighs, massaging his temple like it's gonna lessen the two headaches he just got.

you answer blankly. "fire."

like a mother duckling scolding their two babies crossing the road without permission jamil ate you both out, listing possibilities that made the situation far more dangerous than it was (which is actually true). the whole time, kalim has this embarrassed, ashamed look on his face as he looks down.

surprisingly enough you had liked kalim immediately after your first meeting, whether it's platonic at first or romantic is entirely up to you. who could you even blame? his demeanor is like a sweet escape from all the evil-ness.

it's like.. being with kalim gives you a chance to feel human again because out of all the problems you've dealt with it's refreshing to have someone genuinely care and give for you when everyone's been taking it all from you.

for kalim, it's just natural for him to take care of everyone he knows. but somehow, he doesn't know why it's different this time. like he'd pick out a diamond out of a deep cave instead to go out his way for you to see how special it is.. (bad comparison?)

you mentally pray for kalim's cooking to succeed.

since mid terms were coming up, you were behind quite a few lessons since you were being taught.. elemental level knowledge, as embarrassing as it is.. well... everyone started there, (or so you try and convince yourself)

you weren't able to help kalim out with his ongoing attempt at making a curry.

so you're confused,,, he isn't carrying a curry right now and he's handing it to the wrong person.

"do you wanna try?"

"...what?"

it's probably idiotic of you to freeze up and stare but midst your confusion it was the only natural response. from what you remember, the food he made was supposed to be for jamil.

not you..

kalim tilts his head. as if asking you why you're so lost. "you don't like it? I thought it was your favorite."

yes.. right, that is your favorite. kalim is holding your favorite dish.

you sweat nervously and ask yourself if he's mistaken something, actually. you do. "no... it is but... I thought you were making curry for jamil?" the inner glutton of you grabs at you childishly. but for your sake, you shove it in a closet or something.

the troubled look on his face clears up. "oh! well.." kalim scratches his head with a nervous laugh, all looking lighthearted. "jamil didn't eat it cause he said it was ominous and somehow bubbling... so I asked him to help make your favorite dish instead."

you bite your lip to keep in the shit eating grin threatening to embarass your whole existence.

you had never felt the urge to bang your head into a wall, crawl into it, close the whole and start squealing on the other side (oddly descriptive) because what the actual hell? that was adorable!!

honestly after all that you can't blame yourself for falling first.

and maybe you'd notice that instead of expensive gifts you just started receiving priceless ones, memories, acts of service. love. who wouldn't love a guy who can buy a whole division but go out his way to learn cooking for you? (technically jamil made your favorite dish but eh... he's learning)

and who wouldn't love, you? nearly everyone in nrc disliked his sunny demeanor cause.. school of villians, pushed him away because of it and you, welcomed it. this time, he won't take something for granted.

ㅤ

—ㅤvil schoenheit ・falls harder but knew you fell first.

"that—" you screech shrilly, feeling even more pain at the watery prick at your eyes. "—HURTS."

vil sighs but narrows his eyes to focus on your eyebrows which he said to be 'uneven', going as far as fixing it himself. or so he says, 'he's doing you a favor' which he technically is but you had no idea it was this painful!

every strand that was getting picked away felt like a decrease of ten years to your lifespan.

unconsciously and certainly without your consent. your fingers grasp at vil's wrist and he lets you, only actually blinking at the warmth enveloping it but doing nothing else.

he shrugs away the warmth in his chest too.

"the beauty isn't worth the pain." you cry comically, gritting your teeth because.. people do this willingly? actually. does this mean vil does this on a daily basis? does he have high pain tolerance or something?

at your words vil smiles faintly, eyes flashing in nostalgia. "I thought of that before as well, you'll get used to it." he says lightly. pulling away and brushing a thumb over your eyebrow.

there's more?! "no way I'm gonna do this again.."

"beauty doesn't come without a price."

"good thing I'm broke."

vil despises your casual neglect to your appearance. if he isn't around, it's rook that got told to watch over you. in a way you're like a second epel but on a more intense degree since epel already knows how to take care of himself. this time, vil is taking care of you.

which he doesn't know why he's even doing in the first place. he guesses he wants everyone to see their best in themselves, or he's just making excuses to touch or; 'inspect' your face. but he isn't stupid. your crush on him was apparent, the wobbly smile when he gets too close is something he sees a lot.

you never acted on your feelings. stuck around, but never too much. did your constant presence direct such a huge influence in his life that he's starting to notice how he forgets he's not talking to anyone when he reminds you the air about hygiene importance.

vil is beauty.

in terms of words to describe him it's out of this world.

to see him without the usual front he bores; bare, naked. the persona he was afraid everyone would hate is all but standing in front of you. vulnerable, sensitive and lost. much unlike his confident self.

he knows.

the villian of the story will never lose and in the eyes of the world neige is the hero.

vil stills at the creak of his door, ultimately unable to move or wipe away the frustration down his cheeks. as far as he knew, no one dared to enter his room without his consent other than—

"vil?" you call out in a sing-song voice, he always scolded you to not do so lest you reveal much in public. fearing for your safety in denial. you pause at his obviously sad face, and sag your shoulders.

the joking in your face disappears immediately. "you okay?" you thin your lips and hesitantly step forwards until you silently urge vil to move to the side then sit next to him when he does.

you nudge his shoulder then dry his cheeks. later you’ll help him with his routine, you glance at the table. it seems like he was too disheartened to start, for now you'll comfort him.

maybe that's what vil likes about you.

you don’t give him pity, you're still yourself in situations like this.

and, you don't offer any words. knowing full well the most he needs is just your presence beside you.

truth to be told someone as ordinary as you could never afford to get the greatest beauty.

you didn't look at him like a doll in display, nothing greater than genuine appreciation for his beauty.

perhaps what vil needs is to get a taste of sought for someone instead of being sought for.

being appreciative is something vil rarely stumbles upon but there is a slight change to his attitude after the night. he was always the one helping everyone else with the routines and stuff so he stayed silent the whole time you did the routine for him instead.

like a child cluelessly receiving affection for the first time.

that was the first time he ever let someone other than a makeup artist touch his face, and the first time he dreamt of a happy ending.

ㅤ

—ㅤidia shroud ・falls first

idia hates co-op mode.

this applies to every game that has multi-player mode. most say it makes everything more easier but to him it's just,,, annoying.

this game in particular features direct join and people would start joining his world and taking rewards without permission at all. and he hates thieves! idia wishes that PVP was an option because no one could ever win against him.

the familiar ping of another player joining his realm makes him groan from behind the screen. whoever that was, their character loaded after a long time and when they started moving its like they were on mcdonalds wifi.

idia snickers. L bozo. maybe it was wrong for him to start slandering someone he never met but eh...

he expects an immediate exploration without his permission but the person very, very slowly makes their way towards him. freezing in the air midst their jumping around because of their wifi occasionally till they stop to his face and start jumping crazily.

the secret language... a jump means happiness and you need to jump back.

what is the intentions of this normie.. idia narrows his eyes.

yuurname: hi! can I take something?

no. idia thinks blankly but then again it's rare to have someone come in and ask.

hercules666: k. what do u need?? don't take the mushrooms.

yuurname: I was gonna get the mushrooms but I dont wanna leave empty handed so can I have u instead

the team has been changed.

idia doesn't know whether to combust or cringe.

through online, technically that is where idia first met you. that was wayyy before the two of you found out that you were attending the same school and you were literally online friends (self-proclaimed or whatever idia said) with the shut in dorm leader of ignihyde. joking around and throwing around playful flirting!

idia never intended to friend you in the first place. in fact, he rejected the first friend request then the next ones. your record was sending him about ten requests one day but the daily average was only once a day. other than ortho, idia doesn't have another friend since his old friend pranked him all the time and couldn't even get the ingredients right... in. a. game.

(guess who haha)

since then you always joined him whenever you're on. neglecting your tasks to help him decorate his house, and somehow adding your own touch to some corners of the place. idia doesn't know why he gave you owner permissions to edit his house but he tries to deny that he doesn't like the cute silly little things.

plus you actually have a pet cat like him in the game!

hercules666: how come u started friending a random (idia) obsessively?? yandere behavior tbh

it was true. it was really random of you to start being intent on being his friend after like what? three minutes of being in his realm?

yuurname: Lol I thought ur realm was rlly pretty and u looked rich

you just downright admitted that you were out for his cash but idia can't bring himself to be angry. he fights away the growing flush on his face, no one had ever complimented his builds before!

there's a giddy feeling in idia's chest.

your character teleports to idia's house, and the man in question actually added a bed next to him after you totally did not blackmail him. trudging past your lovely cat, and idia's cat who somehow kept following the other.

despite standing still he can still see you run to him jumping until your avatar is standing in front of him.

you jump frantically in excitement, joy.

cute. idia thinks.

what? he slaps himself and wills his hair to stay blue.

this time he responds with a jump back. unlike the first time you met.

yuurname: also ur avatar looked like sum1 I thought looked cool irl

you may not know hercules666 is idia shroud but he knows you are... you. so hearing that,,, no matter how many times he tries to convince himself that many people have blue hair he can't deny the resemblance to his avatar and himself.

it's him. you think he's cool.

idia excuses himself to scream in his pillow.

idia, is too anxious to even think of meeting up with you in real life. (plus.. he just developed massive feelings overnight and he'll start malfunctioning if he's a radius within you) but what he does like is looking through the school camera during your classes to see your various moods, from anger, annoyance and sadness.

when it's sadness he wants to comfort you but doesn't exactly know how.

during the time he grew balls to tell you through in game chat. you replied casually; yuurname: oh ik that haha I knew u the whole time it was obvious lolol that's why I stayed :)

did you just tell him that idia is cool knowing full well he's idia?!

ㅤ

—ㅤmalleus draconia ・falls first but just as hard

love is like a fleeting feeling.

people come and go. malleus knows this fact very well, it's only both a curse and blessing that he's exempted from this. no matter how much he wishes, malleus can only witness the ups and downs of his life.

sure. human lives are fleeting but his love will always stay eternal. in a way throughout the years he's learned to let go of lives that are bound to go sooner of later. lilia had taught him it was better to be prepared anyways.

malleus never questioned how many loses it took for lilia to get used to it.

for some reason it's like he forgot how to let go this moment. like his child-like self just came back to cling on a life he can't steer away from death.

"tsunotaro what is your home like?" malleus knows that you're far from home, maybe you just want to reminisce about your loss. but he masks the concern on his face with ease.

malleus smiles in nostalgia. when was he last asked such a question? no person was ever too brave to strike a conversation. "it's beautiful. there is quite a variety of fae. perhaps you'd like to meet them one day?"

you look excited. "wow. very descriptive." you joke. clearly teasing him about the one word he described his home. though malleus doesn't look particularly bothered, instead. he smiles even more.

"why thank you. you always flatter me, child of man."

you deadpan. "totally."

technically in the canon game it's very clear malleus has taken a liking to mc and aside from malleus being blissfully ignorant towards jokes, he's quite lovable. you don't know how everyone else managed the heart to practically ignore his existence but.. he is quite scary so you don't partially blame them. (well this is a school for villians so)

what malleus likes about you is, well. of course the fact that you aren't scared of him. you're quite fascinating to him given how far he's managed to stick to you multiple times and there's no doubt he'll come swooping in to save you from wherever and be the one to care for you when no one bothers to.

to everyone it's like you're already clearly in love with each other because let's face it. who the hell wouldn't if they saw how you're both acting like a literal couple? malleus scares away someone when he's jealous but somehow you thought it was just dragon nature. (which it actually is but come on! he looks like he's willing to lock you up in a tower..)

crowley had granted you permission to leave on a special occasion for some reason.

so of course it came as a suprise. since... it's crowley.

to this day you wonder what the hell possessed him but eh... a break is a break and you're certainly not missing this chance. still, it's curious on why he even gave you one in the first place.. you were certain crowley was gonna work you to the bone.

though you're a little nervous when you took up malleus' offer to travel to briar valley, his home. full of fae who's ancestors probably died because of a human.

yes this is perfectly fine.

other than the wary glances. malleus and the rest of diasomnia that came were very kind to you, patient in explaining their culture (except for sebek but you deemed his derogatory speaking his love languange).

it was very fun. from meeting the little fairies, traversing through various shops, resting at the natural scenery. it was a really nice new experience for you. the food sure was a little strange but it tasted all the way better.

time passed by so fast when you were enjoying yourself and apparently malleus wanted you to meet someone.

but he should've told you that you were gonna meet the queen! if you knew you would've made the effort to look more organized!

"um.. hi."

so you feel kind of shy in front of such a prominent figure. you wave quietly at the beautiful lady who still maintains a certain grace at her golden age. she smiles lightly at your behavior, seemingly amused.

wait aren't you supposed to bow? you think awkwardly, bending forward to showcase your respect.

malleus is beside you, staying silent but quite happy at your interaction with his grandmother.

her voice sends shivers down your spine. it's quiet, yet so booming. she couldn't probably silence a whole room with a single word. "hello, it's not a common sight to see my grandson bringing someone in." she looks happy, bringing her eyes to malleus then to you again.

her eyes crinkle. "more or so a human.. how interesting hehe.." you sweatdrop. were all fae so..? mischievous. she seems not that alike with malleus save for their matching green, emerald eyes.

"what's your name. child of man?"

is this where he got it from?

"(name) your highness."

she looks pleasantly suprised. "oh. I knew you were the one my grandson always talked about.. you should see the letters he's written about you." what. you can't hide the awkward laugh you emit. then realizing you're in the presence of royalty and probably shouldn't be laughing.

you shut up a second later.

malleus doesn't look fazed at all. has he never experienced having his grandparents revealing embarrassing secrets because if you were him you'd crawl into a hole immediately.

calmly, she says; "you must really be dear to him."

"they are."

malleus doesn't even hesitate.

this time. he feels like clinging onto a life again, he'll be with you for as long as he can.

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing || getting married || wedding night || lots and lots of smut || slight mentions of previous forced prostitution || Finnick loves you so much ong || wedding rituals to add some extra spice || garters || lingerie || kinda interrupted smut || multiple rounds || creampie || (All of the warnings I can think of, lemme know if you think i should add anything else! warnings for full fic in the masterlist)

When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t have been happier. Today, the day you were going to marry the love of your life, was going to be your last day of peace.

And by hell's name were you going to enjoy it.

It was a large, elaborate dress like you wanted it to be, form fitting at the top and showing off cleavage down to your torso, your back and sides exposed as well through thin satin material. Pearls adorned every inch of the outer layer, hanging on thin gold string and designed to make it look almost like you had stepped out of the ocean.

Cinna threads pearls into your hair, humming in concentration as he puts that last one in the perfect place before looking in the mirror. “You like?”

“I love Cinna. As always.”

He smiled before walking to the dresser, leaving you to admire yourself on the podium. You always dreamed of a giant wedding, and this was it. As different as it was, especially because you could die in the next week, you didn’t care. You were marrying the love of your life and tonight would be a night that made other wedding nights pale in comparison.

As much as you were going to fuck Finnick, and him fuck you, you were also going to make love, memorize every inch of each other going into the games. You both had never gone a day without at least some relief since you had gotten addicted to each other, and of course you would fuck tonight as much as you could to make up for it.

You loved Finnick and he loved you, but you knew your biggest weakness was the other’s body, how bad you have come to lust after one another. Yes, it was an unhealthy coping mechanism, but why wouldn’t you fuck like the world was going to end when it probably would soon?

“Y/N,” Cinna gets your attention, opening a large box to watch a gasp fall from your lip. The collar was gold, covered in diamonds and chains with cascading pearls falling down, the large diamond in the middle the star of the show. “The one thing Finnick ever asked me for was this. I know he doesn’t like me very much,” he comes behind you, slowly clasping it around your neck before smiling at you through the mirror. “But he asked for this especially.”

“It’s beautiful, Cinna. Thank-”

“Don’t thank me, sweetheart,” he grinned. “Your future husband designed it years ago. It just took me a while to get it done, and I based your entire wedding off of it.”

You looked toward the large window of the bridal room, staring at the flood of black swarmed into the gardens behind the estate, your eyes quickly finding the only other person wearing white - your future husband. He was looking around, waiting, but almost on cue, his eyes quickly found yours. He quickly closed his eyes, but grins at you before looking away. Peeta stood close to him, and Katniss was across, but the person that surprised you the most was Mags. She stood wearing gray, right in the place for the person who would officiate the wedding was supposed to stand.

“Cinna.”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Walk me down the aisle.” You turned, his jaw slack as you ran over to him, four inch heels clicking. “Please.”

“Y/N, I-I…” he paused as you took his hands, squeezing. “I’d be honored.”

You throw your arms around him, giggling as the drums start to play. You pull away, hands still in his as you giggled. “Lead the way, Cinna.”

And he does, taking you down the grand staircase and out the doors to the elevated staircase that led down to the gardens. All cameras were on you, the second one that was with every news station on Finnick’s slack jawed face. Mags stood on an elevated platform, mainly because she was so short compared to everyone else, her hand raising to start the drums again. They go once, then they go twice, and just like that, the beat starts.

You slowly step down the stairs, Cinna leading you as Finnick wipes at his eyes, tears threatening to fall with every best of the drum. He looked beautiful, ethereal, dressed in the finest of white silks. It wasn’t a suit because that wasn’t Finnick, but something breathable, a blazer with no shirt underneath and long white pants. He had chains with pearls like the ones in your hair on his hip, a bracelet designed the same way, and a choker like yours around his neck.

His was thick but simple, studded with diamonds and the cascading pearls to accentuate your elaborate one, another large diamond stuffing the center. When you finally get to the white carpet, all eyes turn to you, or the ones that weren’t already.

Mags raised her other hand, the drums getting louder, faster as you walked down the aisle, Cinna raising your hands to stay level at your torso. You look over at him, smiling as he wipes at his eyes. “You both look perfect.”

“Are you just saying that so I think you’re not crying out of sentiment?”

He laughs as he looks over. “I’m crying out of happiness, sweetheart,” he says as he finally gets you to the platform. Mags’ hands fly out, the drums stopping immediately as he raises his hand to help you step onto the platform without stepping on himself. “Thank you, for honoring me with the chance to do that for you.”

“No one else I’d rather have do it.”

He steps onto the platform, pressing a kiss to your head before turning to Finnick. “I know you won’t do anything to hurt her, and I know you’ll do everything to protect her. All I ask is that you do the same for yourself.”

Finnick doesn’t respond, just nods as he wipes at his eyes. He watched Cinna step down, quickly catching his bicep to pull him back. “Thank you, Cinna. For everything.”

He smiled. “Nothing else I would rather do.”

Cinna doesn’t leave, though, standing on your side next to Katniss as Mags smiles at the two of you. Her hands outstretched slowly, the drums soft as they played the same beat as earlier. Finnick takes your hands, sniffling as he pulls them to his lips. “You look so, so beautiful.”

You don’t have the chance to compliment him back before Mags waved a stick in front of your faces, raising a brow as she looked down between you both. Quickly, you let go of him and take a small step back for the ceremony to begin.

You hear the giggling of children as they run over with a white fishing rope adorned with golden thread, the thick rope having to be held by about four as they run over. You recognized them from District 4, and you smiled as they finally made their way over to you.

The oldest looking one made you inhale shakily, reminding you of the young boy from District 3 from your games that was murdered right in front of you. His name was Code, and he has the same dark hair and tanned skin as the boy in front of you.

The young boy hands you one end, smiling. “Can you put this over your shoulder?” He whispers, patting your fingers. “I can’t reach.”

You giggled, nodding. You take it, but lean down to press a kiss to his hair. It was curly like Code’s, and in all honesty, they could’ve been twins. The young boy looks at you confused, but smiles as you giggle and take the end of the rope.

They make a square around you both, wrapping you together in the expensive rope and pushing you forward until you are flushed against Finnick.

They made him leave his left hand out like you did, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as yours does the same. The boys kept the rope around your upper torso because it didn’t fit around your dress and they didn’t want to ruin it. When they finish, they hand the last end to Finnick who grinned down at them making them giggle.

“You boys go get a treat, alright?”

They nodded, running off as Cinna stepped forward.

The drums got louder as he stepped up the platform, opening a long box to reveal the rings. You gasped as Finnick’s hand rubs your upper back, holding the rope with his pinkie and ring finger before grabbing the wedding ring made for you. The large pearl was wrapped with gold, studded with small diamonds around it as he took your hand, slipping it onto your ring finger.

You laughed, tears brimming your eyes. “What did you boys do, drain a whole ocean for these pearls?”

Finnick kissed the back of your hand. “For you darling, I will.”

You inhale shakily as Cinna turns to you, letting go of his hand one last time before grabbing the golden band, just like your ring, a large pearl studded with diamonds around the band in a solid line. “I love you, Finnick Odair.”

Tears fell from his cheek as you kissed his hand, slipping it onto his finger. “I love you, Y/N L/N.”

The drums stop as Mags steps down, Cinna going back to his spot next to Katniss as she takes the rope from your hands, wrapping each around your left wrist. She takes a blade from around her neck, raising it for the drums to stop before cutting at each end of the rope, leaving it bound around your wrists.

Finnick smiled as the rope stayed wrapped around your bodies, the superstition of soulmates making sobs erupt in the crowd.

Your fingers intertwined together as Mags raised her hands, Katniss coming to you and Peeta going to Finnick. You smiled at her as they both took a small torch, raising it to each of your wrists before turning them on, melting the vinyl made rope together so that it stayed stuck on your wrists. They keep the flame on until the rope starts to curl, thinning itself out before the curling turns into a beautiful swirl of a bracelet around your wrist and Mags raises her hands again.

They both turn them off as you look over at Finnick’s rope bracelet, eyes watering when you see it formed a pattern almost exactly like yours. You inhaled shakily as he nudged your nose with his, stroking your cheek with the same wrist before Mags slowly pressed a kiss to each of your temples before stepping back.

She raised her hands one last time, the drums getting faster before they stopped, Finnick pulling you in for a firm kiss as soon as the silence settled in. The crowd cheers loudly as you pull him down lower, groaning against his lips as he pulls his hand out of the binds and pulls your lips almost into his mouth, groaning loudly as both of your hands thread into his hair.

You groaned loudly as his tongue slid into your mouth, almost whimpering as he pulled away before kissing your nose softly. With a giggle, you wipe his cheeks as he softly let his thumbs run under your eyes.

“I’m all yours tonight, my darling,” he whispers, smiling as you rub against the sides of his head. “And for the rest of our lives.”

“And I’m yours, Finnick,” you responded immediately, pulling him down for a kiss. “Now let’s get this party over with so we can have some real fun, sounds good?”

He laughs, nodding. “That sounds absolutely amazing, my darling.”

You both had finally managed to escape everyone extremely late, or early depending on how you looked at it as you had finally left after meeting Plutarch Heavensbee and got to your private room. The estate was something given to you by Snow when you both had finally finished being sold, a permanent home in the Capitol you would finally take advantage of before burning it down to the ground in your dreams.

You and Finnick both stood on the balcony, staring at the people partying until loud fireworks went off. Looking up, you saw Snow raising his glass toward you both. Finnick took your hand, leading you back inside before closing the glass doors and shutting the pearly white curtains.

With a sigh, you sat on the bed. You stared down at the rope around your wrist, the entire rope that the boys wrapped around your form being kept with Cinna for safe keeping. The rope melted with the gold, pearls being hidden by both gold and the fishing rope still sparkling. Your eyes went down to your ring before Finnick took your hand, kissing your skin softly.

“Darling? Are you alright?”

You stare at him as his hands move from yours, pushing up your dress before kissing at the garter around your thigh. “I want you, Finnick. All of you. I want everything.”

He smiled as his teeth dragged along your garter, a gasp falling from your lips as his tongue trailed over your skin, the white lace studded with pearls sticking to your thigh. “I’ll give you everything, darling.”

You look up as someone knocks, a sigh falling from your mouth as he slowly stands up, taking off his blazer. “Want to start taking that off?”

It was easy to slip it off, especially because Cinna made it that way knowing how you and Finnick were, and you stood in front of the mirror. You rubbed your lace covered body, the lingerie Cinna designed still on before turning to see your exposed ass. It exposed your pussy as well, if you were able to see it in the position you were in, but you laid against the bed, waiting.

Finnick always knew how impatient you were, so after speaking with Haymitch and getting the gold bracelets you both were first given, he walked back in slowly. He knew you didn’t hear him, not over your loud moans as you fingered yourself, desperate to find release in that one special spot only Finnick knew.

He leans on the wall, watching your lace covered thighs shake and spread wide as you push both hands into your wet cunt, twisting and thrusting in and out to find that one area of pleasure. He watched you moan, groan, and whine loudly as your hips rut into your fingers, riding them to cause as much pleasure as you could.

Finnick knew you wouldn’t be able to get off though, not whenever your cunt was addicted to his fingers, his cock - your body was used to him, addicted to his body, memorized by his own just like you had memorized him. No one else knew how to make the other cum like each other, not when your bodies have learned and memorized and became addicted like a drug.

He walked over, slowly and quietly, letting his pants fall to the ground as softly as he could before climbing onto the bed. Your eyes snapped open, but you whined when you saw Finnick. “Fin. Fin, please, I can’t- I can’t.”

He laughs. “Can’t what, darling? Tell me what you want.”

You pulled your fingers from your cunt, whining when you saw them covered in your lewd juices. “I want you to love me, Finnick. I want to feel you.”

He groaned loudly as he leaned down, sucking on your fingers as he pushed his own into your mouth. He sucked on yours with a groan, it had been so long since he had tasted your pretty pussy. He was drunk on you in no time as you gagged on his nimble fingers, and when he pulled one hand away from your mouth, he pushed the other straight back into your mouth.

You groaned as he pulled away from your fingers, kissing your ring finger before kissing against your pelvis, licking a firm line down your slit. He gathered all of your slick juices with his tongue, sucking and popping against your hot cunt as you thread your fingers into his hair. You whined, gasping as his fingers pulled out of your mouth, pushing into your already stretched pussy.

His fingers were longer than your own, immediately finding that spot you were desperately trying to find. You threw your head back, gasping as his other hand pushed into you, both of his fingers thrusting in and out of you, twisting and stretching your pretty cunt. You whined, squirming before his elbow pushed into your thigh, his lips pressing to your garter.

“Be good, darling,” he says, teeth tugging it down to your knee. “Or I’ll stop here and now.”

You nodded, whining. “Y-Yes, yes Fin, I’ll be good. I promise.”

He smiled, tongue flicking against your already puffy clit, teeth grazing against the sensitive bud. “Will you, darling? You’ll be a good little slut for me?”

You nodded immediately, back arching as his fingers pushed open your cunt. Your hips buck as his tongue push into you with a loud groan, a scream leaving your lip as he thrusts his fingers in, his slimy appendage fucking you with his fingers. You attempt to close your thighs, wailing as one of his hands pull out of you, slapping your clit with basically a growl. “Behave, Y/N, or I won’t be so nice later.”

You nod. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry. I’ll be good, I promise, please don’t stop.”

He hummed, his fingers slowly, lazily thrusting into you. “I don’t know… you said you were going to be good and then you pulled something like that.”

“Fin, I need you. I need you, please. I swear, I’ll be a good girl, I’ll be your good little slut.”

He hummed, smirking up at you with a firm lick to your pussy. “Oh yeah? You’ll be good, hm? Why don’t you… why don’t you show me? Be a good bunny for me.”

Your eyes rolled back. He rarely used that nickname, and now that he did, you knew you were in for an extremely long night.

“Yes, yes Finnick, I will. I promise.”

He sits back on his heels, pulling his fingers out of you to suck them into his mouth, grinning at you. “Well then show me. Show me how much you love to fuck, bunny.”

Immediately, you nodded as he fixed himself onto the bed, laying back with a lazy grin. He’s pumping his cock, oh his beautiful fucking cock. It was so pretty, long and flushed red at the tip, waxed down like the grooming stage always did. You whined as you licked along the bottom, sucking at his full balls as you joined his hand in pumping. “Finnick, they shaved you down,” it was slightly saddening, you always did like that trail of hair that led from under his belly button down to his base. You licked where that line would’ve been, another whine falling from your lips. “I always liked it when you had hair.”

“I know, bunny, but it’s not like it’d make you any less of a slut.” He grins, winking as he ruts his hips into the air. “Be a good girl and get off on my cock already.”

You nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his tip before crawling up on his body. Swinging a leg over his waist, you hold his cock up so that his hard length doesn’t slap against his lower stomach. You whined as you sunk down on him, his hands rubbing against your thighs. His thumb settled on the mark Snow gave you, an identical one settled in the same area on his thigh. “Come on bunny, give me a show.”

You sink down on his cock, head thrown back as he hissed loudly. “Fuck, Finnick!”

“You’re so tight, darling, tighter than ever holy shit,” he curses, groaning loudly as you slowly push yourself up before sinking down again, rolling to make his cock hit a new spot you’ve never felt before. Your eyes rolled back as his large hands settled back on your hips groaning all over again. “You’re so fucking good darling, come on. Come on, use me darling, I want you to cum on my cock.”

You whined loudly as you leaned down, kissing his lips. “Don’t say those words. Please.”

He stroked your cheek with a nod, sighing as he kissed your lips. “I want you, Y/N. Please, I want all of you.”

You whimper as his hips roll into yours, but with this new angle of leaning forward and his hands forcing your hips into his own as you kiss him. His lips were always so sweet, perfect, slightly chapped but smooth and delicious against your own. You loved it, oh and you loved him.

The sex wasn’t even sex anymore, it was love in its pure physical form, his cock sheathed deep inside of you as he kissed every inch of your skin. His thumb was settled on that mark, the same mark he had, but it was different this time. The man on top of you was the love of your life, not someone who bought you.

You pulled him up for a kiss as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer. “Don’t stop, Fin,” you whisper against his lips. “Never stop.”

He groaned loudly, shaky hands stroking your cheeks as he nodded. “I promise, darling. I won’t, I’ll love you until I pass out.”

You whine loudly as he thrusts into you, eyes rolling back as you feel your stomach basically clench as you squeezed his cock, groaning loudly as you cum. He choked, collapsing onto you as his cum spurts into you, perfect and filling in all the right ways. Your eyes rolled back as his hips continue to thrust, sweat coated body rubbing against your own as you pulled his lips back onto yours.

“Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he grins. “I won’t, darling. I love you.”

You giggled. “I love you.”

You both finished later, bodies hot and sticky with sweat and cum as you lazily pressed kisses to each other’s lips. “We’re going into the games today,” he whispers, and this time, you weren’t scared.

“I don’t care anymore,” you whisper back, smiling. “As long as I’m with you.”

He smiled, eyes watering. “I’m going to get you out of there.”

You shake your head back. “I’m going to get you out of there.”

“We’re both getting out of there, darling,” he whispers into your hair, pressing more kisses to your head. “I swear.”

You looked up at him, smiling. This time, you really did believe him. “I love you, Finnick Odair.”

He smiles back. “I love you, Y/N Odair. Forever and always.”

You lean up, kissing his lips. “And when we meet in our next life.”

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inkyquince · 10 months

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Ong with rolan I'm so sad he's not a companion or fuckable like bro he's literally perfect enemies to lovers material

im not kidding when like... in act 2? you talk to him again after helping him out twice more and he's just

"now now. i thanked you already. dont be greedy" and he HAS THAT FUCKING SMIRK??

oh my god, riding his smug little face

#ask #-don't be greedy- how about i fuck you till you give cal and Lia some little nieces and nephews huh?#rolan #bg3

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Wedding headcanons for Polnareff x female s/o please?

Wedding Headcanons for Polnareff with a f!reader

notes - AHHHH STOP HE'S LITERALLY MY HUBBY!! This is a dream come true, I will marry this man every day honestly. Thank you so much for the request anon and I really hope you enjoy it because I can't with how cute this is going to be!! Stay well and hydrated! <3

bro would be crying the day of the wedding

like the day barely starts and bro is in tears

this was the day he always imagined, so to know that it's finally happening makes him lose his mind ong

he knows he has to be pretty separate from you for the day because both of you will be busy getting prepped for your own sides, so he lays kisses all over you before the wedding, his last kisses as your boyfriend

he is so nervous getting into his tux, like literally shaking

all the other crusaders - which he ofc invited, avdol being the best man - tell him that everything is going to be fine and calm him down with a fun morning

when the actual ceremony does arrive and he's waiting at the alter, omfg he is shaking so hard

this is the moment he has been waiting for since forever and he cannot believe it is happening

out of nervous habit, he is messing with his sleeves and the other crusaders are silently hyping him up before you step out

when you do, he is in tears

seeing you in that gorgeous dress literally makes him bawl his eyes out and you can't help but smile

when you get to the alter, he grabs your hands and just looks at you, almost accidently giving you a kiss lol

he tells you how pretty you are and you tell him how handsome he is

you two are crying when you say your vows and finally, that long awaited kiss comes, which was perfect

the lil party afterwards is so much fun because you're goofing off with the boys you spent an adventure with and wouldn't give up for the world and some friends you made outside of them

you and polnareff share a cute little dance together before it turns into fun and pure chaos

he ends up taking you outside where the moon is glistening on a nearby lake and he holds you, telling you how lucky he is and you two share a beautiful kiss in the night

it was the perfect wedding <3

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mumuugi · 2 years

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୭ 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 !

୨୧ pairings : arashi x fem!reader

୨୧ warnings : overstimulation, oral sex (recieving), pet names

arashi LOVES to spoil you in bed, just listening to you whine her name out riles her up even more <3

I LOVE LESBIANS!!!! RARAARRH!! also hey look my first enstars fic no way.. hope yall enjoy it! arashi w pussy eating has been messing w my mind recently and i just need to let it out. i love her so much

all your pleas went out her other ear, giving no mind to it as she continues to overstimulate your cunt. arashi was drunk off your pussy, lapping it up like as if it’s her last meal

listening to your whines are like music to her ears knowing that she’s the one who’s making you feel this way. her eyes trail up your body to your glistening face, god how lucky she is to have you as her girlfriend. everything about you is perfect

she must admit, seeing you like this always sets something off in her. i mean, it’s kinda your fault for being so cute for her! but how can she resist? she would always spoil you in every way possible just so she could see you in this state— not like you have a choice anyway

“look at you, princess~ always so wet for me.. you love this, don’t you?” arashi parts away from your pussy, eyes burning deep into yours waiting for an answer but all you could give out is a meek whine and she takes it as a “yes, please give me more~”

you on the other hand was trembling from the overstimulation, hands gripping your pillow tightly to your chest. you can’t do anything to stop her from this, her grip on your thighs were too tight, making sure that you won’t move away from her.

your eyes look down to where arashi’s at, your vision was blurry due to the tears in your eyes welling up. arashi hums tenderly, vibrations sending off to your entire body shocking you as you came for god knows how many times has it been today

“a-arashi! too m-muchh!~” you screamed out, hands leaving your pillow to grip on arashi’s hair to push her away. all she let out is a small giggle, leaving your abused pussy as she kisses your clit one last time

you look up to her with teary eyes, she looks so disheveled—

hair all messed up, lips covered in your juices as it drips down her chin to her chest. her eyes were driven with lust. before you could even speak she cuts you off with a deep kiss, getting a taste of yourself on her lips as you both whine into the kiss

arashi parts away from the kiss leaving a trail of spit between you both. you felt something between your legs and as you look down you saw that she was painfully hard. arashi noticed you staring and brought you to her lips for a small peck

“you did so good for me my sweet~ i can’t help it but you’re just too cute right now.. are you fine with another round?”

you felt bad for her, she gave you her sweet puppy eyes hoping that you’d let her have you again. you sighed, nodding and instantly she pins you back down on the bed

“thank you thank you thank youu! i promise you that i’ll make you feel real good~” and before you knew it, you were driven back to the state of euphoria

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starl3ght · 1 year

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Heyy star love love your work so far and was wondering if I could get a gaz reader hc ?❤️❤️

THANK YOU FOR THIS!! I love this man so much he’s perfect material❤️👄❤️

I really hope this seems accurate and to your liking <3

//~Kyle “Gaz” Garrick hcs~//

A/N: I was working on this a while ago I just forgot about it. Glad I could add the stuff I needed🥹 Currently in the process of more hcs, I’ll definitely post Alejandro or Soap depending on how much I write the this week. I’ll also be doing a little König oneshot because I love bae

Enjoy!!😍✨

Contains: Fluff, 18+, mentions of sex, little angst, just genuine hcs

Minors watch yourselves!!

• Ok Gaz definitely fell for you when he first saw you. Love at first sight is what it was oh yes

• I see him as a dog person. Will randomly pet dogs on the street or bring a puppy in the house😭

• HE IS VERY SMART! Definitely was an honor student. He knows literally every subject he was ever taught in school

•When he comes home to you and you’re awake he’ll pick you up and you wrap your legs around his waist then he pulls you in for a kiss.

• If you’re asleep he’ll silently put his duffle bag in the living room and walks into your shared bedroom watching your sleeping form.

• “I’m home love…” he whispers sweet nothings into your ear and kisses your forehead then leaves the room to shower

• You go car cruising together at night in the city lights with any nice song playing. Most likely Passionfruit by Drake or some Weeknd

• Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night and see his side of the bed is empty. You got confused a bit but when you walked into the living room to look for him, he was laying on the couch watching the recording of the basketball game he missed while he was out

• He just looks at you for like 5 seconds and gives you a playful smile “You wanna watch with me love?” Why the hell not🤷‍♀️

• You lay on top of him under the blanket and watch the game literally at like 2 am

• Arguments are rare. But when you do just prepare for some heartbreak

•If you have tears streaming down your cheeks he might release some too

•He’ll pull you into him and apologize while kissing the top of your head.

• When it comes to comfort, you’re both there for each other. When you cry he’ll hold you. “It’s alright, you’re ok love...”

• Some nightmares here and there sometimes. You’ll talk to him until he feels better and he hugs you.

• Now this may be odd. But no matter how late it is he’ll take you to the living room and have jazz music playing in the background while he slow dances with you.

• Price knows about you so he treats you really well. Really good friends actually

• Ghost would probably be casual about it. He knew about you when he and Gaz were taking out some enemies and they just talked to pass time.

• “Bloody Jesus, Gaz you really did a number on em mate.” Gaz loaded his gun again before turning to Ghost. “Yea, just wanna finish quick so I can get back home to my birdy.”

• Now Ghost was oddly curious. He turns to Gaz “You got yourself a lass huh? That’s nice mate” Gaz and Ghost turn back to the enemy soldiers, “yea…it is nice” he has a smile on his face

• Soap also finds out eventually and just spits out questions about you. Ghost slapped the back of his head so he could leave Gaz alone. Good job Ghost

• The 18+ now ong

• 🎶Sex, money, feelings dieeeee🎶

• Soft dom definitely

• Will never pressure you until you’re ready

• When you do, he knows how to use his voice👁👄👁

• Focuses on both of your experiences when he’s inside of you and whispers ‘I love you’ so many times

• holds your hands very tight like you could slip away from him

• Will indeed look after you well. Kissing you and in the bath he probably plays around with the bubbles to make you laugh🌹🥹

• ONG BUYS YOU STARBUCKS!!!😭😭

• Literally if you’re shopping and you come across it you just tug on his sleeve and you point at it. He’ll smile at how cute you look like a child and will buy whatever drink you want

• Little pillow fights, might’ve ripped a pillow once and feathers were everywhere in the room but you’re both laughing too much

• He literally has you pinned to the floor sometimes playfully and you caress his cheeks smiling at each other and you lean up to kiss him.

• Gaz is just a sensual, loving, amazing partner in my eyes.

• Would do absolutely anything for you

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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𝑥𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡; 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐈 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ⋆˙⊹ trafalgar law x afab! reader. nsfw

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Doctor Heart Stealer has given his own heart once. Once. And never again. He swore that he would never again. Last year, Christmas morning become the saddest morning. She was gone, and in those cold sheets he asked himself why a man like him was bound to remain alone…

“No more love for me, it’s over” he said, deciding he was going to cover the shift on Christmas night. And so, as the date was finally here he picked up his keys and drove to his workplace; Heart’s Hospital.

As his icy grey scan the red and green decorated hallways of the ER, he dedicates subtle smiles at his co-workers. Nothing too sweet, that’s not how he is.

“Welcome Dr. Trafalgar! So far everything seems cal-“ one of the residents chimes, getting cut short by his companions. How dare her mention the word “calm” in an ER on a winter snowy night, specifically Christmas?

“Hello. Good. I’ll be on the office reading the medical records of the patients, call me whenever you need me” he mumbles, taking a sip of his hot chocolate (that everybody thinks it’s black coffee…)

As he takes an intense look at the papers in front of him, he can’t forget how last year on this same day he was happily waiting for her in his car. The way her smile shone with the warm fairy lights adorning the streets… and how she was actually married too.

Law shakes his black hair to ease the memories from coming back to hurt him, but the truth is that since that day where his heart broke into pieces he promised himself not to -ever- get excited for any other woman in his life.

“Dr. Trafalgar!! We have an emergency!” his coworkers hit -don’t knock- the door to announce him he needs to get ready.

“Great, the first one… I wonder which one is… the slippery street victim, or the family reunion fight hurt one…” Law grunts, putting the white coat over his grey scrubs and getting out of his office.

While he waits with his gloves on, and the paramedics bring his first patient in, through the big doors of the E.R., his eyes widen. As if destiny was determined to make him suffer, his patient was no other than the same person that made his last Christmas the worst so far.

Her, your friend. Holds your hand, squeezing it harder. Her belly about to pop, her baby about to born. And you, right by her side could only trust in the handsome doctor before your eyes.

“You… are… call the ob service” Law commands, ignoring how well he knew her. You, who aren’t stupid immediately understand something was off…

In between the piercing screams of a woman in labour you try to give the man dressed in medical attire as much information as possible. “Doctor, her water broke less than an hour ago. She said the baby is coming. Please help her!” you plead.

“Don’t worry. She will be fine. The baby will be fine too. Please wait us outside, I will keep you updated… miss…?” he says, asking your name before closing the curtains to assist the labour.

“Miss (name)… thank you sir…”

Not much of an hour later, after you have probably bitten off all your nails, he comes out of your friend’s cubicle. He seems pleased, nothing could make him act less professional than always. As he comes closer, and your belly feels fancy, you stand up.

His subtle smile lets you know that everything is ok, but you wait for his words either way.

“So, Miss (Name)-ya. Your friend is safe. The baby girl is healthy, however she will need some days in neo to check everything is ok with her” he informs you, placing his tattooed hand on your shoulder. Even if Law has done an excellent job bringing a baby into this world, his eyes don’t shine… he has just received the son of a man that’s been cheated on with no other than himself.

“Thank you so much, doctor…” you whisper, a little stunned by his beauty. You watch him nod and walk into his office, leaving you there enchanted by his aura… “bet he is sad because he is all alone working on this holy night…”

You spend what’s left for the night next to your friend, making company to her and waiting for the baby’s father who seemed too entertained with Christmas celebrations to arrive on time. And, while she finally fell asleep you have an idea. The memory of the icy stare of her doctor won’t abandon your mind, you thought since it was Christmas perhaps you could do something to make him feel better during his shift.

There is, however, not much you could do. The cafeteria is already closed, and the lights of the non-urgent services have been already turned off. The vending machines at the end of the hall would do.

A few chocolates and a can of coffee is what you buy for him and a little nervously you walk towards his office. “Dr. Trafalgar? It’s me, Miss (name)” you announce yourself after knocking at the door. You wait a few minutes outside, and just when you believed he wasn’t there the latch moves.

“Yes? Is everything alright?” he asks, with subtle hints of a crying face. “Ye-yes, doctor. I hope I’m not bothering you, but I thought I could bring you something to eat and drink as a Christmas gift but mainly for helping my friend and my nephew” you tell him, showing the cans and sweets in your hands.

Law swallows, and his frown intensifies. He takes some minutes to ponder the idea of letting a woman closer, but ultimately he decides you seem harmless to his icy heart. “thank you so much, would you like to come in?” he asks, since he is sure you are there to share the meal with him -even if you weren’t that sure of it, but who would say no, right?-

You smile and walk inside his office. There isn’t much. His coat hanged on the backrest of his chair, his desk covered in paperwork and two picture frames on each corner of it.

He invites you to sit down, while clearing the desk. You do it in silence, placing the cans and the chocolate right after. You take a look at the pictures, a happy family of doctors and a little boy with tired eyes and a fancy hat. On the other one, a man, as tall as a tree with a lovely smile, holding the same kid closely. Who are those people? Is that kid him?

When Law finally sits down, he scans you up and down. He opens both coffee cans and your fingers graze whenever he passes the beverage to you. What a weird sensation, a mix in between electricity and butterflies kisses… your cheeks burn.

“Thank you” he mumbles, before taking a sip. “So, since your friend’s husband finally arrived why don’t you go back home and celebrate Christmas?” he asks, kindly. In any case it felt like he was trying to fleet you off.

“I- I actually don’t really have anywhere to spend Christmas but my friend’s house. So, I guess it’s the same” you confess, toying with the chocolate wrapping paper.

Law falls back, drinking the last drops of coffee with his head back. “Well, I guess then you don’t have any intentions of giving anyone your heart tonight” he sighs.

You blink several times and soon you remember the song “Last Christmas”. Giggling you catch his attention. “You sound like you did give your heart last Christmas” you joke, well aware that man has nothing to do with romantic, movie like experiences. But you are wrong.

“Well, yes. I did. And apparently, destiny keeps making me feel like shit. But, it doesn’t matter anymore” he whispers, taking a bite of the last chocolate. It’s impossible to think someone like him could have had his heart broken, but apparently it’s the case.

“I hope you have a new memory from Christmas night from now on. You brought a child into this world” you try to cheer him up.

“And I got chocolate and coffee for free from a pretty lady” he jokes, making your cheeks go even hotter… but what it makes you jolt is the fact that his hand falls on yours. “Would you like me to take you home? My shift will be over in less than an hour”.

You simply nod, smiling softly with fluttery eyelashes that could kill a man. “I will go grab my stuff and salute my friends…”

How did it happen? How did you get into an ambulance on Christmas eve, and now, a caramel skin, tattooed, handsome doctor is driving you home?

And when Law’s BMW stops right by your home you ponder whether you should invite him inside or not… even if your lips move on your own. “Dr. Trafalgar… would you like to have some hot chocolate?”

The cold night that in winter lasts almost forever is about to finish, but no tired eyes nor exhausted muscles could make him say no… because the song does tell about how last Christmas he gave his heart to someone who doesn’t deserved it, but also tells about how this year someone special will receive it…

“Sure, I prefer hot chocolate better than coffee” he mumbles, already opening the door of his car and getting out to open your side. Law extents his inked hand; a hand you grab immediately.

You try to conceal the way your hand trembles when using your key… after all, he was a total stranger… was he really? Or his face reminds of the man with who your friend left last year’s Christmas party?

As soon as both get inside, and the snow has been shaken off your boots, you invite him to wait on your living room. He gets comfortable on your couch, and while you prepare the hot chocolate you can’t avoid taking quick peaks from the kitchen.

He is using his phone, and while he reads something he brush his spiky onyx hair back. He is really hot, really, really hot.

“Marshmallows?” you ask, surprising him all of a sudden with a tray and two cups of hot cocoa. “If they are as sweet as you, sure (Name)-ya” he says, flirting so blatantly that makes you laugh while sitting next to him.

But he wasn’t joking… not at all. And when some little trace of foamy milk remains on your cupids bow, Law takes thumb to clean it up. “You are truly sweet…” the doctor says, licking his finger clean so close to you it makes your breathing accelerate.

“Th- thank- you…” you stutter, able to see every little shade of grey in his irises from how close he is to you. “You are welcome…” he whispers, before both of your lips join in a soft, so subtle peck. Maybe it is too fast, maybe it is even crazy. But from halves, wholes are born. And those halves were lonely enough tonight…

As fast as you can actually recall, your hips straddle on his lap and his hands surround your frame. Kisses that deepen and intensify leads both to get rid of your coverings. The cold is not a problem, as the orangey glow of the fireplace keeps you both warm.

Law’s skilful hands untie your bra, freeing your breasts for his enjoyment. His lips, surrounding your nipples make you throw your head back and arch your spine. He holds you as he gradually goes further with his sucking motions, and the hardness underneath your core grows bigger.

What it looked like a calmed and soft doctor, ends up showing you that we cannot see the whole imagine up until you know them fully; Law is becoming feral with your body, and you are in total heaven.

The doctor you met tonight slides his hand down your pants, reaching for your wet core while you hold yourself on the backrest of your couch and his tongue keeps playing with your hardened nipples.

Law knows exactly where and how to touch; his thumb applies the perfect amount of pressure in between your labia, and the circle motions make you moan. You bury your nose into the crown of his head, inhaling the soft scent of his masculine shampoo mixed with the sterile smell of hospitals.

By looking at your raptured face squirming because of his touch, he gets harder, a lot harder. He gets so needy; he wants to bury himself inside you. And just whenever he is satisfied with how your inner thighs begin to tremble as climax is about to hit you, he is ready to give you more… a lot more.

“Stand up, please. Get on all fours” he commands, with a low raspy voice, tinted in desire that cannot be controlled any longer.

You comply, still panting. Your knees bury in the cushions of your sofa, and your forearms rest on the backrest. Law’s hands pull down your trousers and panties. He takes a brief moment to enjoy the view of your wiggling entrance, dripping and so ready to receive him.

Law gets tempted to spank your glutes softly, and he does. The sudden punishment makes you whine, and that same sound is followed by the one his zipper does when it goes down. He does not wait a single second more, and just like he freed his sex he begins to guide it towards your entrance.

However, he doesn’t penetrate you instantly. He enjoys how his already hard and drippy tip gets coated by the abundant wetness of your sex. His hardness rubs against your labia, and then in between your folds but never really inside. He teases just enough to make you move your hips back in unconscious attempts of feeling him invading your cave.

“And you were so sweet… but now you are asking for more…(Name)-ya” he moans, making you tremble. His reflection on the window behind the couch makes you even weaker. His well-trained abdomen, the tattoos that completely cover his caramel skin, his expression while he bites his lower lip…

“Dr. Trafalgar please… fuck me…” you beg, looking back at him with eyes of lust.

“I couldn’t say no to such a sweet face, (Name)-ya” he scoffs, smirking with sloppy eyelids until he rams sudden, violent, and unexpectedly into you. “It should have been you, not your friend… the one I took home last year”

“I’ve always knew it, Law… fuck me rough…”

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