number 3, 6 and 11 for the ask game :)
3. Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?
Did I start listening to whatever mike this year or was that last year? I don't remember, but i did definitely listen to a lot of their stuff this year. i highly recommend them, they're a trans indie artist with a beautiful voice and expression.
also, bruce springsteen?? like. this is not the first time in my life that i've listened to his stuff, but i never listened this deeply and closely, a new album every week for months.
6. Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you?
3.06 Ted Lasso - "Sunflowers". that show, and television in general, really reached a new high there. unparalleled ever since. to me. never wanted anything as much as middle aged gay cunt Trent Crimm, and this episode gave me all that and more <3
11. Something you want to do again next year?
Probably go to another comic con, because this one was fun. also, probably go to museums more? the ones i've been to this year were all great fun <3
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hii! itâs iluvloganhowlett iâm just on my other acc! could you do a logan fluff where logan has a soft spot for u and lit only u? like for a prompt, scott asks a question and logan answers with some âitâs none of your businessâ or is j flat out mean where as when you ask the same question minutes later heâs nicer and thorough with his answer.
and can u please make it logan x mutant!readerđĽ°đĽ°
Logan Howlett, underrated softie
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Logan Howlett x Reader
A/N: Hi @iluvloganhowlett!! I really appreciate your request and here it is! Enjoy, dear!!
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Winters in upstate New York were exceptionally known for their extreme coldness.
Which of course was no shock that a particular mansion at Westchester County was at -3 degrees celcius, almost reaching at 4 in your keen opinion.
Just being inside made you want to wear a thick full body coat today, wrapped with your favorite scarf and gloves. But you felt silly about that idea, seeing how everyone else was just casually surviving the day with good long sleeved tops. How lucky of them.
Though it was only 8pm, you had the senseless idea of wrapping yourself in your blanket, trying to fall asleep in your bedroom, desparately hoping to sleep through the coldest day of the week.
After a few tosses and turns, feeling the icy breeze sneak into your body, you just knew there was no hope in dozing off. Not with this kind of weather!
You groaned in defeat, sitting up to curse to yourself why you had to feel so, so, so frigid of all days today.
Maybe some instant hot chocolate by the kitchen would help you soothe yourself into sleeping soon.
So you got up, wore an oversized sweater over your thick long sleeved top, placed on your fuzzy slippers, and made your way out of your room to the kitchen.
There were still students around the mansion, either reading books with each other, watching the television by the living room, or playing some board games while having hot beverages and snacks. Hmmm, the smell of hot chocolate from some of them just made you realize that hot chocolate is always a good idea.
Meanwhile over at the kitchen, just a few minutes before you had arrived, Storm was in one of the seats in front of the counter, having her decaffinated coffee, mixing some sugar and some milk with it. Yup, she was one of those who enjoyed the taste of cofffe, even at night, so she has it decaffinated so it won't affect her sleep later.
Scott grabbed a bowl and a box of Lucky Charms cereal from the cupboards and made his way to the fridge, which was being leaned on by Logan, who was having a round of beer.
Scott stood in front of Logan with a serious look on his face, expecting Logan to move. But Logan, who wanted to mess with the man, just stared back at him, flashing a mischievous look. "You should take a picture, it'll last longer."
"Move, asshole," Scott sneered, "I need milk."
Logan continued drinking from his beer, still eyeing scott with the same mischievous look on his face, ignoring his command.
"Oh, Scott, I still have some!" Storm interrupted, saving Scott from possibly wanting to strike Logan, based on his tight grip on his bowl, and now slightly wrinked cereal box.
"Dick," Scott muttered under his breath, moving through Logan, who felt like he won another round of Logan v Scott. That small win was now done being celebrated when you finally arrived into the kitchen.
"Hey guys," you greeted your colleagues, getting some 'heys' from Storm and a slightly disgruntled Scott.
"Hey, doll," Logan recited gently, earning a dear smile from you. He watched you look around the cupboards, noticing your mystified expression as you wandered around each cupboard and cabinets.
You then moved to the fridge, "Sorry, could I just check something inside?" you asked Logan softly with your fingers skimming over each other.
Scott looked up from his meal, watching Logan expose a smile on his mouth, gently moving aside as you opened the fridge, watching you hmph in disappointment.
Scott made his own quiet hmph to himself, seeing Logan's patience with you, to which Storm smiled coyly seeing sparks fly around the tough Wolverine.
"Didn't find what you were looking for, darl?"
"Yeah, I think the kids got the last instant hot chocolate powders for themselves," you frowned lightly in disappointment. "It's okay though," admitting in defeat. You were starting to make your way out, looking at the doorframe, "I think I'll just-"
"Hold on there, bub," Logan's instruction brought you to a halt. You turned around to see a now quiet Logan, whose eyes were looking into, what he thought, were puppy eyes. "Instant powders are for kids," he continued, his eyes quickly scanning around the room as if he was about to make use of the information around him.
"How about I make you some real hot chocolate, huh?"
While Scott and Storm turned to each other, exchanging unsure looks, you let out a small laugh in disbelief, which determined Logan to actually pull it off.
"You?"
You didn't want to sound mean about it, I mean, anyone can make hot chocolate. It wasn't rocket science, or some gourmet dish, but never in your wildest dreams did you think that Logan Howlett, the man who only went to the kitchen to bring out his secret stash of beer, would make you hot chocolate?
But the way you asked didn't matter to Logan, as he got whole milk, chocolate, whipped cream, and heavy cream from the fridge, walked to another counter for powdered sugar, and expresso powder, which he directly got a teaspoon of from Storm's side to which she didn't say anything about, since she herself, was inclined to watch Logan act as if he was someone else she didn't know.
Logan was now whisking together his ingredients in a saucepan that you helped get.
"How long should these be over the heat?" you tip-toed, wanting to see over Logan's shoulder's as he was perfectly centered in front of the saucepan.
"Till you see small bubbles appear around the edges," he replied, looking over at you tip-toe, which he wanted to melt at just seeing.
He then stirred in chopped chocolate, waiting for it to melt, and carefully placing the sauce to low heat, stating to you that 'it's needed for the chocolate to melt completely.'
His little moment of domestic fluff with you and him in the kitchen was put to a pause when a voice from somewhere behind him got his unfortunate attention.
"Since when did you have time to learn all this?," Scott teased, receiving a nudge from the elbow from Storm who shook her head.
"Shut the hell up, prick," Logan said, not even facing a smirking Scott.
Logan then served the drinks in two mugs for him and for you, of course topping them with lots of whipped cream. More than excited to try Logan's hot chocolate, you immediately took a careful sip, tasting the intense, rich, and absolute heaven which had to be the most decadent hot chocolate ever.
"Oh my god," you said, closing your eyes with satisfaction, "It feels like I'm in one of those Parisian cafes, drinking the best hot chocolate there."
It was as if every sip made you forget about how cold and freezing you were just earlier, and seeing you look so content with the drink made Logan want to beam, but of course realized Scott and Storm were, annoyingly still around.
"Glad you like it, Y/N," he thanked, seeing you turn to face him with a curious look on your face.
"I do want to ask..." you hung back the question, "When did you have time to learn how to perfect this? I know you didn't just learn this overnight."
It was a genuine question because despite living since the 1800s or so, it was not exactly like Logan had free time to cook around or whip up hot chocolate, right? This man went through a lot in his life, and would he really just use his spare time investing in something like.. hot chocolate?
Logan looked down, with a humble and small smile on his face.
"My mother..," he first started, "When I was young and while my dad was out, she would make hot chocolate on cold days, or even any day for that matter."
There was so much value you had, appreciating the little yet deeply personal story behind your now, favorite drink. You knew Logan was never an open book with anyone. It was more of a shut and locked up book with the key below the bottom of the ocean for no one to pick up.
But the way he had just been with you tonight so far, was like, he was giving you the key for you, and literally you only.
"So you rememberd her exact recipe?" you inquired more, with a sparkle that Logan saw in your eyes.
"Nah, not exactly," he said, slightly timid with a grin, " 'course I adapted to today's ingredients like instant whipped cream, but it's something like what she made before."
"Do you think you could make some for me again tomorrow?" You genuinely requested, which made Logan more or less, want to fold and do as you say in a heartbeat.
But of course, he wanted to slightly play it cool. "Don't see why not," nodding in agreement.
"Good, I'm gonna bring this with me back to my room now," you announced, "Thanks so much, Logan, good night!"
You then smiled at Scott and Storm, waving them goodbye as you walked away from them, leaving them to smirk like children at Logan.
"That was cute." Storm said, bringing Logan back to his usual, serious look.
"I'd love to try some tomorrow too, Logan," Scott tried to fake his genuine statement at the same time trying not to burst a laughter out of him.
Without any words this time, Logan, holding his mug of hot chocolate in hand, passed Scott with one claw out from his other hand, slicing his cereal box in half.
"Asshole!" Scott yelled, now trying to pick up the pieces of cereal as Logan walked out of the kitchen took a sip from his mug, indulding in the fact that,
A. he made another successful hot chocolate in his life
B. he gets to make it again for you tomorrow
C. he hopes to make it for you for as long as winter's still there.
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â Ë・â๨ŕ§Ë Strawberry Shortcake
⼠masterlist | request rules
⼠pairing: oscar piastri x fem!baker!reader
⼠synopsis: your mother owned a bakery in australia and oscar, your childhood best friend was your favorite regular until he had to move away for his racing career. you've since become head chef and people are beginning to wonder where or who oscar got his impeccable baking skills from.
⼠smau + written - fc: women on pinterest - as always none of the pictures are mine
⼠warnings: swearing and suggestive jokes !!!
⼠a/n: literal tooth rotting fluff
-Australia, 2024-
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y/n.pastries getting ready for spring with some new cupcakes <3
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user14 looks yummy đ
yoursister do I get a family discount?
yourusername no đĽ°
user7 face card is insane
user21 looks good! iâll stop by and pick up some things soon đ
user25 youâre gorgeous
user23 your cupcakes never miss
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-Webs Most Searched Questions-
"Is Lando Norris..." he peeled off the thin white strip. "Related to Chuck Norris?"
"Yes," Lando jokingly admitted, gazing straight into the camera as Oscar tossed the card aside.
The team walked up to the two men and handed Lando another card of questions to ask his teammate.
"Does Oscar Piastri... really like pastries? I dunno, do you Oscar?"
"I do like pastries," Oscar nodded. "I like making them more, though."
"You know how to bake?" Lando questioned.
"An old friend taught me." he admitted.
"Youâll have to bring some treats in for the team one day, then."
"Maybe one day I will. Cupcakes are my specialty."
"Oh are they?" Lando raised a brow. "I'm gonna need some proof of that."
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â§Ë °. Ý��� âš . ÝË . Ýâ§âË . Ýâ âš . ÝË . ÝË°â§
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oscarpiastri made some cupcakes for the team like i promised
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user2 oh he cooked đŽâđ¨
user1 the piping >>>
user3 iâm not surprised that heâs good at piping
user7 he can pipe me any day
user10 OSCAR CAN THROW DOWN
user6 no bc why do those look so good
landonorris i expect you to bring these every day now
user4 now whom exactly did he learn this from
user8 flavor?
oscarpiastri vanilla cupcake with buttercream, some with a lemon custard filling and some without for varied pallets
user9 get this man on a baking show asap
user11 and then Oscar opened a cupcake shop and him and Charles did a Collab birthday cake ice cream
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-Your Bakery, March 12-
The golden bell on your bakeryâs door chimed late in the afternoon as you swept, getting ready for closing.
Your back was facing the entrance as you spoke up, âPerfect timing. I was just about to lock the door. What can I get for ya?â
âA strawberry shortcake.â
You spun around, recognizing the manâs voice instantly.
It was Oscar.
You hadnât seen him in about a decade, but you still occasionally took time to follow his racing. You were hoping that one day heâd find his way back to you.
âHi,â you greeted him with a warm smile.
âHi.â
âItâs been a while.â
âIt has,â he responded, shoving his hands in his pockets.
You reached down to grab the small cake from the cold display case, âYou know, your mum reached out to me.â
âShe did? Whatâd she say?â
âJust how she wants us to reconnect and all. She visits me pretty often.â
Oscar hummed, as you set the cake on the counter.
ââŚTo-go?â you asked.
He shook his head no, âWould you like to sit down with me?â
You nodded, plating the treat and walking out from behind the check out. You locked the door and he grabbed two small pink forks, handing one to you as you took a seat across from him.
âMy mum, she would uhmâŚâ he stabbed the utensil into the cake. âAt every race she got to see in person sheâd bring me a pastry from here. Sheâd make sure to tell me it was made by you and how your business was doing and all. I always performed better when she brought me them, too. It was always nice to know a piece of you was with me everywhere I went.â
You practically melted at the confession.
âThatâs really sweet,â you dragged the tongs of your fork through some of the icing.
âI see that youâve made a name for yourself in the Formula 1 baking community.â you both laughed.
âI had a great teacher.â
The two of you stared at each other for a moment, both taking bites from the cake.
âIâm sorry i didnât visit sooner,â Oscar apologized.
âIâm just glad youâre here now.â
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y/n.pastries race weekend
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oscarpiastri ferrari cookies really?
y/n.pastries iâm making mclaren ones too relax
charles_leclerc @/oscarpiastri is that any way to treat your fatherâs team?
user4 spectacular give me 14 more of em right now
user6 take my money đł
landonorris so THIS is who taught @/oscarpiastri how to cook đĽ
y/n.pastries perhaps
user3 guys sheâs so pretty
user1 @/nicolepiastri whatâs the lore here
user8 obsesseddd
user10 hear me out she should sell these at the melbourne circuit
user7 this !!!
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nicolepiastri it was about time you two reconnected
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oscarpiastri mummm
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landonorris what's up with that second picture
oscarpiastri no comment
user7 the amount of times i've seen f1 drivers dressed as nintendo characters is uncanny
user4 paul aaron and dino core
user1 AWWWW
user8 this is so cute
logansargeant @/oscarpiastri how come iâve never heard of this? don't tell me you fumbled this bad
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-Australian Grand Prix-
At your bakery Oscar insisted that you attend this yearâs Australian Grand Prix. You finally got the privilege of meeting so many amazing people such as Leo the famous paddock puppy and none other than Oscarâs best friend, Logan.
You stood in the Mclaren garage with Oscarâs parents as the team prepped for the race. You brought some cookies for Lando to which he complained that he wouldnât be able to eat them until after the podium ceremony.
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The two made their way back to you a few hours later, Lando in p3 and Oscar in p4. Lando snatched the tin of cookies from your hands.
âYou know youâre supposed to share that?â you said as he took a seat, devouring the treats, but he just waved you off.
You gave Oscar a hug and he pulled you off to the side.
âSo I was thinking⌠maybe I could take you on a proper date tomorrow?
You smiled, âThat sounds great.â
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oscarpiastri morning
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user1 you donât have to soft launch we all know youâre with y/n
user2 thereâs only one person who can make those croissants and itâs y/n
user5 the third picture đ¨
user3 sheâs so lucky đ
user4 @/yourusername how does it feel to live MY dream?
georgerussell63 @/alex_albon who takes all the shirtless pictures now
alexalbon still you mate
-F1 Winter Break-
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y/n.pastries I am very pleased to announce three new limited additions to the bakeryâs menu! Carlos Sainzâ pancakes, Yuki Tsunodaâs Fruit Sando, and the LEC Vanillove ice cream sandwich.
The fans have been dying to try my boyfriend Oscarâs (basic) vanilla buttercream cupcakes, so Iâll be keeping them as a year round pastry.
It has been an honor to work with the four of you <3
tagged; @/carlossainz55 @/yukitsunoda0511 @/charles_leclefc @/oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri im so proud of you â¤ď¸
y/n.pastries i love you osc
oscarpiastri i love you too
oscarpiastri also my signature cupcake is not âbasicâ
y/n.pastries whatever you say đ
user1 guys yuki is slowly starting to accomplish his restaurant dreams
pierregasly no creds?
y/n.pastries for?
pierregasly helping yuki
y/n.pastries yea⌠no
pierregasly helping charles?
y/n.pastries đ
user2 yukierre and piarles are so back
user7 the childhood friends to lovers is melting my heart đŠ
user8 theyre so adorable it makes me physically ill
user3 iâm pretty sure nicole is jumping up and down right now
oscarpiastri oh donât worry she is
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Just a little price thotđĽ°đ¸
You meet Price in a supermarket. Bumping right into him, more like slamming into him. The pint of chocolate ice cream and box of extra soft tisses that were safety tucked in your arms going all over the floor. Moving rather swiftly for a beefy man of his size, he quickly darts to the ground to grab the dropped items.
Heâs so careful about the way he gives them back to you, holding them out to you with a small smile. The comfort items look so much smaller in his hands than they did in yours, he doesnât even have them all the way out to you. Theyâre practically against his stomach, unconsciously encouraging you to come to him for them.
Then you look into his eyes and you think you feel your knees going weak, he definitely feels his buckling. The way you blink up at him with your pretty eyes all teary with smudged mascara and your soft lips formed into a sad little pout.
The words who did this he instinctively wants to say die on his tongue when he realises you arenât his to protect, you donât even know each other. Strangers, and he already wants to fight your battles without even know what they are.
âMâsorry.â You sniffle.
âNot a problem little darlin.â Itâs a deep rumble from within his chest when he speaks. Thin lips curving up slightly, his bushy moustache moving with them, those thick mutton chops and that full beard catching your attention too. His voice is gruff and accented. You reckon you could listen to it every second of the day and never want for silence.
John was there from then on. He was just there, had inserted himself into your life, almost like a stray cat you feed once and suddenly it comes back everyday. This gorgeous older man had simply become a part of your day to day life.
Youâre heading to work? Heâs giving you a lift in his black chevy truck. Youâre on your lunch break? Heâs luring you outside for a cute little picnic in the park. Youâre finishing work? Heâs taking you back to your place and staying. Heâs cooking you dinner, massaging your tired body. Lingering touches and longing stares. He wasnât even trying to hide how much he fancied you.
Especially when it came to you dating other guys. Heâd hate when youâd come home after a date, heâs in your apartment obviously waiting for you to return, and youâre all sad it didnât work out. Questioning yourself and your worth or beauty. It would have Priceâs ruggedly handsome face contorting in anger.
He would tell you no man would ever be good enough for you. He would also say no one was deserving of you. John would express that although he very much believed that, he would love it if you gave him the chance to try.
You would be so confused what he meant. Only understanding when he would hover over you, caging you in with his tall, burly figure and repeating the words âbe mineâ over and over again like a mantra.
He caught a look in your eyes at his words, similar to the one he saw when he first met you. It was clouded with confusion and want but it was there. Price knew. It was so obvious he wondered how no one else had seen it. But he knew, one look into your pretty eyes and he knew you needed taking care of. And the retired vet was more than happy to fill that role in your life.
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Soft Launch Âť George Russell
summary: follow the journey of georgeâs soft launch to reveal your relationship
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georgerussell63: not many people Iâd cook for, but tonight Iâll make an exception đĽş
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username1: you can cook for me anytime
oscarpiastri: chef russell on duty
username2: wait are we all just gonna pretend we donât peep the sleeve
username3: @/username2 I thought it was just me wtfâŚthe painted nails too
username2: @/username3 has georgie finally bagged himself a girl??? đ¤
lance_stroll: I thought the only person you cooked for was me
alex_albon: and here I was thinking the only love in your life was me
username4: this better not be a shitty soft launch russell
yukitsunoda0511: looks like youâve done a good job!!
georgerussell63: @/yukitsunoda0511 thanks for all the tips yuki
username5: idk who this gal is but Iâm already jealous
username6: all I want is to taste the cooking of george russell
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georgerussell63: adoring the view in front of me these days đŠˇ
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danielricciardo: I canât help the fact I make you smile so hard mate
landonorris: I think youâll find that he was looking at me
georgerussell63: if I was looking at either of youâŚI wouldnât be smiling
username7: is this to do with wine and pasta girl?
username8: you canât just leave us like that george
username9: I have got SO many questions wtf
lewishamilton: đŤ˘đŤ˘đŤ˘đŤ˘
username10: @/lewishamilton what do you know? share everything
charles_leclerc: what you looking down at on the right there?
username11: @/charles_leclerc surely itâs the girl from before??
username12: this is sooo unfair
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georgerussell63: suited and booted (with thanks to my girl) đ¤ľđť
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username7: not the secret pair of hands in the middle pic
alex_albon: sheâs the only reason you were best dressed tonight
carlossainz55: SMOOTH OPERATOR đď¸
username13: what sick pleasure do you get out of teasing us like this?
username14: I donât think I can cope with much more of this
landonorris: all her hard work on the bow tie for you to just take it off đ
maxverstappen1: hair slick â
suit dapper â
you must be impressing someone
oscarpiastri: got her so whipped already sheâs helping you dress??
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georgerussell63: enjoying the view in blue đ
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landonorris: gotta maintain that figure to maintain the girl
username15: adorable height difference confirmed đĽ°
pierregasly: is your girlâs favourite colour blue by any chance?
charles_leclerc: gotta admit even Iâm slightly invested in you two now
username16: weâre so close to a face reveal now
username17: just hurry up and tell us everything george
username18: Iâve never felt softer for this man
lewishamilton: the names russellâŚgeorge russell đśď¸
georgerussell63: @/lewishamilton just call me then next bond
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georgerussell63: date night with my love đ
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username19: I can almost see a face!! đŹ
username20: this soft launch game is tortureâŚcâmon george we love her already
charles_leclerc: who knew george russell could be edgy on the gram
landonorris: glad to see all those social lessons I gave you are paying off đ§đťâđŤ
georgerussell63: @/landonorris ofc lando, I could ever have gotten a girlfriend without you đ
carlossainz55: howâve you managed to get the whole of f1 invested in your relationship?
georgerussell63: @/carlossainz55 youâve just got to be devilishly handsome
username21: even blurry they look so happy together
username22: theyâre already my fave couple ever
lewishamilton: you guys are the cutest - btw I love đŤ˘đŤ˘âs smile too
username23: @/lewishamilton just spill the beans already
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georgerussell63: introducing my love to how us brits do summer đĽ°âď¸
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carlossainz55: aww look at georgie all in love đ
danielricciardo: surprised you didnât need to pack an umbrella mate đ§ď¸
georgerussell63: @/danielricciardo if weâd have been another five minutes the heavens wouldâve drenched us đ
username24: itâs the little tiptoe reach for me
username25: the height difference is tooooo cute
maxverstappen1: why do I feel like Iâm looking at photos that belong to those weird fics some of our fans write?
georgerussell63: just call us your otp
maxverstappen1: otp???
georgerussell63: @/landonorris found you a new student
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What the hell happens in the pikmin game?? Those little colourful bitches have been around for ages, but i never bothered looking them up, i just figured they were cute little mascots of some game. But your posts are making me question everything. Is it a horror game? (I know i could just google it, but asking you is funnier)
Yeah you're right asking me is much funnier :)
Pikmin is a fun and relaxing game! You play as a little astronaut man who gets to spend his days growing Pikmin, who are sweet and peaceful little plant creatures with leaves, buds, or flowers on their heads. You can corral them around with a little trumpet, like a bouquet of flowers following you through the pretty and whimsical landscapes of planet PNF-404 :)
Wait did I say fun and relaxing?
Sorry, typo.
It's a brutal skill-based survival game (â´âĄ`â)
So then maybe you're wondering, what's up with the Pikmin? What was that about growing a bunch of little flower guys? Well growing the Pikmin is super important!
It's super duper important mainly because you need to replace the Pikmin who die in the carnage of battle for you!
Battle against what?
Everything.
See on PNF-404, Pikmin are the bottom of the food chain. Just about every living breathing creature on this planet is orders of magnitude larger than the Pikmin and munch Pikmin by the hundreds for breakfast. Predators will do this instinctively. They will do this unprompted. They will do this while you're not looking. They will do this endlessly until every last Pikmin is dead.
So... what good are the Pikmin? What chance do they stand?
Really easy. Pikmin are the most violent creatures in the entire game đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°.
How else do you survive when you're small and fragile other than incredible violence? Pikmin can exist out and about in swarms of up to 100. And the only way to survive predators as small little leaf creatures is to beat those predators to death with incredible mob violence before they can kill all of you.
Pikmin don't die like plants. They die like warriors.
And sometimes, this is the hardest mechanic to handle. Left to their own devices Pikmin will seek to shed blood. It's up to you to call them away from orchestrating their own demise, their own pursuit of the glory of Valhalla. It's in their nature. It's in their plant-blood.
And they go down hard. They shriek when snapped up in the jaws of predators. They glub and wail when drowning in water. They trill out screams when on fire. They choke and cough in poison. They die instantly to electricity. And you'll know a Pikmin is well and truly dead once it lets out a final whimper, and a ghost drifts away from where it once stood. This can happen by the dozens. This can happen to all 100 at once.
So wait, wait I've gotten far ahead of myself. Why the violence? Why the death? Why the fighting? What was that about a little astronaut man?
Well your astronaut man is Olimar, an honest and simple family man who's a freight ship captain from his home planet of Hocotate. He's a truck driver! He's just a guy taking his first vacation in years.
And a meteorite strikes his ship, tearing it to pieces as it crash-lands on a completely uncharted planet. Welcome to PNF-404...
And so you're Olimar. A truck driver. A nice dad. A victim of capitalism with the world's worst boss. Out on vacation.
Your ship is destroyed. No one is coming for you. No one will save you.
The oxygen on PNF-404 is poisonous.
You have 30 days before your life support system runs out.
You have 30 days until you die a brutal and lonely death.
Your only hope is to find every scattered missing piece of your ship--30 of them--strewn across the planet, return them to your ship, and repair it, before your 30 days are up.
But this is simply impossible. You're one tiny little man. You wouldn't be able to lift a single piece of your ship, let alone 30 of them, let alone doing so while fending off the wildlife hellbent on killing you.
But the Pikmin seem to like you...
So all that death? All the carnage and destruction? It's all in the effort to repair Olimar's ship before he suffocates. You pave a path of destruction decorated with the bodies of any creature that stands before you and your missing ship pieces.
The Pikmin do it. The Pikmin trust you. The Pikmin follow your command and die by your command. After all, you're growing their species. Oh did I forget to explain that part? The "how" of how growing Pikmin works?
Simple. Pikmin are grown from the corpses of the creatures they kill :).
If you kill something, the Pikmin take it back to their base and process it for pieces, and grow new Pikmin from it. That's how you get all the nice little flower creatures following you around. :)
Is it good enough? Can you sleep at night knowing that 50 creatures who trusted you implicitly were slaughtered under your misdirection? All to retrieve a hunk of metal which is 1/30 of the hope of getting you home alive? 100 slaughtered? 200? Day 30 is approaching. Things are looking bleak.
You're Olimar. Day 30 has arrived, and you haven't fully reconstructed your ship. You have no option to stay. Your life support has run out. You watch the Pikmin you've left behind, as you attempt to start up your ship which has not been safely repaired.
You try to take off, and try to make it home.
It does not go well.
But at least the Pikmin have another corpse to carry.
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Keep me warm
Summary: reader is terrified of storms, soaking wet, she shows up at hannibals door, terrified and needing comfort. Size kink. Cock warming.
Warnings: 18 plus only. NSFW, descriptions of a panic attack, cock warming, size kink, smut, hurt/comfort. You know the drill.
A:N- thankyou for requesting this I have been thinking about this scenario ever since! Hope your okay! Much love â¤ď¸. I know you said you'd be fine with hc but you get a whole fic instead𼰠also I got rained on so much last week and now I'm full of cold I HATE this time of year ugh. I hope you like this I really do đĽ°đĽ°
This might be one of my favourite things I've written.
You regret every decision you've made leading up to this point.
Grey clouds gather above you, you look up, wincing.
You thought you could make it home before the rain. Only wearing a light jacket, definitely not equipped for the kind of weather about to unleash on your head.
Fuck you whisper, hands clenching as thunder rolls in.
You shove your jacket off and hold it above your head in a pathetic attempt to retain at least a bit of dignity. You know you can't make it home with the storm, your anxiety already heightening with every crack you hear.
But you can make it to hannibal.
He's the only one who knew of your fear. Having to reveal it one day when you were both on the way to a crime scene.
The rain falls hard on the front of the car, wipers working overtime to clear it, your amazed hannibal can even see through the haze of rain. Your breath hitches as you hear the beginnings of a storm. You hoped he didn't notice. But this is hannibal. Of course he did. He glances over at you, sees your chest heaving and pulls over.
"Y/N" he says softly, shifting in his seat to face you.
But the rain is coming down so fast and hard and it's like you can feel it, in your soul. Your head spins as you try and take a deep breath. Hannibal places his hand on your thigh and squeezes, once again calling your name. When you don't look at him, he reaches out and grips your chin gently.
His face is flooded with concern
"I- can't
You push your hand into your chest, trying to ease the weight that's settled there.
"I know, I know, y/n, keep your eyes on me, okay?" Hannibal soothes.
You force yourself to keep looking at him, his big hand still rests cupping your chin, applying a slight pressure.
"Good" he smiles, hannibal weighs up the options in his head. Getting out of the car is out of the question, and he asks "do you trust me?" And you nod, so hannibal unclips your belt and says "Come here" before pulling you onto his lap. He immediately holds you tight, pushing you into his chest. "It'll be over soon my love" he soothes as he holds you against him. You can hear his heart beat as you lay on him, and eventually it calms you.
By the time you knock frantically at his door, your positively soaking wet, teeth chattering, tears blending in with the rain running down your face.
Hannibal opens the door and your hit instantly with a wall of warm. His brow furrows in concern as he takes in your state.
"S-storm" you mutter, looking down at the floor before you feel two hands wrap around your waist and pull you into the house.
Hannibal immediately pulls you into his embrace, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You shrink into his embrace, his presence beginning to melt away the fear you felt.
Shivers rack your body, cold setting in, hannibal holds you tighter.
'I've got you' he says.
"Come on, let's get you warmed up hm?" His hand comes to cup your face as he speaks.
He leads you to the lounge, where the fire is roaring.
"Let's get out of those wet clothes my love" he says, his hands rest lightly on your waist. Waiting.
You look at him, his eyes blown wide, hannibal swallows visibly.
"Would you like me to leave while you change?" He asks.
"No" you whisper.
Hannibal lifts your soaking shirt over your head. His breath catches in his throat as he does, lips parted slightly as he takes you in.
You slip out of your pants just as hannibal places the dry shirt over your head. It falls just below your knees.
Hannibal runs his fingers over your neck "you, are exquisite" he says, slightly breathless.
Heat rises to your face, warming you. Your still shivering slightly though, and hannibal of course, notices.
"Come here" he whispers, sitting down on the sofa and pulling you on top of him.
You let out a moan as you feel his cock against you, sitting deliciously against your core.
Hannibals cock hardens even more at the noise you made.
"Your still colder than I'd like darling" he says seriously, running his hands up and down your exposed thigh.
"Mm" is all you manage to say.
"I was working on my memory palace, when you knocked"
"M sorry" you mutter, ducking your head.
Hannibal tuts, lifting your chin to look at him.
"No, do not apologise, but, I do need to finish my thoughts" he says as his cock twitches.
"How about we stay like this until I'm done hm? And then I'll cook and you can spend the night?" He asks.
You nod.
"Words, darling" hannibal says sternly.
"Yes" you breathe out.
You shift slightly, his clothed cock pushing against you making you drip with need.
Hannibal grips your hips and stills you.
"Not until I'm finished" he grins. Before pushing you back slightly so he can free his cock from his pants.
You watch in awe as his thick cock springs up against his stomach.
Hannibal places his hands back on your hips before guiding you to sit on his cock.
You close your eyes, pleasure overtaking you as he sinks inside.
"No my love, you keep your eyes on me" he says, his voice gravelly.
"Hanni, please" you whisper, his cock filling you stretching you so good.
He ignores you. Continuing his thoughts as he twitches his cock every now and then inside you.
He keeps one hand gripping your chin, looking at him as you warm his cock.
"You feel so good, sitting on my cock like this, so perfect" he says.
Your chest heaves at his words.
"M so full, please, I need you" you choke out, feeling every ridge of his cock inside you, he pushed himself up on the couch slightly, causing him to hit another spot inside you.
"Fuck" you cry out.
Hannibal smirks, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. He begins to trace small patterns on your back.
"Hanni, it feels so good" you whisper into his chest, clenching around him.
"I know my love, just a bit longer I promise, your doing so well for me".
You whine at his words, and hannibal keeps talking to you like that, you relax into him, his cock still snug inside you as he holds you, warming you up, as you warm his cock.
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hihihi! sylus girlie here. as a college student i often never take breaks whenever im working and often stay up late finishing up assignments. then i stress out but never tell anyone and suffer in silence:â) i was wondering if you could do something similar with sylus x mc where mc often forgets to take breaks at the hunters association and is always the first the volunteer for missions so she could improve.
but then itâs starting to take a toll on her and is so so stressed, but feels bad about venting to someone or saying no to new missions.
maybe one day sheâs doing a simple task like cooking herself dinner (or something) but accidentally burns herself and she just ends up breaking down and decides to call sylus and he immediately goes to her. :â)
feel free to decline or change anything! i just like the thought of someone comforting u when ur overworked and stressed bc i wish someone would do that to me lol.
Fast-tracked this one for you, anon! I'm really sorry you're having a tough time right now, and I hope this brings you a bit of comfort- remember, Sylus would want you to take care of yourself! Good luck with all your studies, and feel free to send in another request if ever you need it! đĽ°
Technical Difficulties
Sylus x Reader đŠ¸
Summary: You're not very good at asking for help when you're struggling. Thankfully? You don't always need to.
Genre: fluff + comfort ft. a very domestic Sylus!
Warnings/Additional tags: stressed reader (has a lil bit of a breakdown!), some swearing, uses of 'kitten' and 'sweetie', Sylus is so soft here he should come with a health warning tbh
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
In the event of a wanderer incursion where evacuation of citizens is obstructed or otherwise not viable, association protocol 32.3-A dictates that you should first⌠That you should first⌠What?
Your pen is poised above the blank space where your answer should be. 32.3-A is a general procedure: something to do moving people to the nearest shelter. Or, waitâ are you supposed to try to contact support, first?
You drop your pen with a huff and flop face-down onto the mock exam. Itâs too much. Too much information, too much responsibility. Open textbooks are spread over your desk and around your head like an unholy haloâ stacks of them, filled with codes and procedures. Theyâre supposed to be helpful, but theyâre not; theyâre drowning you.
Your phone pings and you glance up. Text from Tara:
Hi! Hate to be a bother, but did you finish glancing over that practice question for me? xx
Shit. Youâd completely forgotten. You straighten, reaching for your laptop so you can load up your latest emails. Youâve got time to look over it; the exam isnât for another two days. Breathe, ok? You have time.
Seven unread emails. What? You scan over them frantically. Two from the Captain: accepting additional mission requests youâd applied for. Were those both this week? One from Nero: you hadnât sent in that finished report. Three from your colleagues, all scrambling for help with the exam. One from Tara:
Thanks for saying youâd look over this for me! Youâre the best at this stuff!
Ok, so: Taraâs practice question. Neroâs report. Your own practice questions. Then⌠dinner? Maybe that should come first. Youâd skipped lunchâ had one slice of toast for breakfast. But you donât wanna cook; cooking takes time, and youâve got none. None.
Your phone is ringing, snapping you back to reality, and you peek over at it. Sylus?
âHi,â you greet as you put him on speaker. On your laptop, youâre opening up Taraâs attachment.
âAre you free tomorrow?â
Always straight to the point. âUh⌠yeah?â you frown as you read through your friendâs work. âWhy? What dâyou need?â
Sylus sighs through the phone. âThat was a test, sweetie. You failed.â
âYeah, wellâŚâ you murmur, highlighting a sentence with your cursor. âAdd it to the list.â
The man doesnât find that funny. The phone is quietâ too quiet. âAre you alright?â he asks, just as your gaze wanders to check if the call has disconnected.
âMmhmm.â
âReally?â
âYeah, Sylus.â
You stare down at your phone. Heâs waiting for more, but you wonât give it to him. Youâre one word away from slipping, and you canât let the dam crumble, especially in front of him. Heâs smiling from the phone call background: a photo he insisted would âruinâ his image when you took it last week. Â
âI need to go, ok?â Your eyes are shining.
âOk,â he says softly.
Thereâs a bleep as the call cuts out, and the photo is gone. Waiting beneath it is another text from Tara, and one from Xavier: Nero told me to txt U bout a report??
You swallow the ache in your throat and slump down on your desk again.
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You wake up with a start, your head ringing. The tangerine sky outside your windowâs turned darkâ your laptop, tooâ and light spills from your desk lamp, yellow on white pages. Thereâs more, and you turn, tracing it back to where it leaks through the crack of your almost closed bedroom door.
You hadnât left any lights on in your flat. You hadnât switched on your lamp, either.
Tiredness is dulling your thoughts and your senses, but you know you feel uneasy. Thereâs something in the air: smoky, but not unpleasant. You can hear something as well. Noâ two things. A faint, almost imperceptible hiss, and a more obvious humming.
Hunter instincts kick in. You roll open a drawer of your desk, snatching up one of your standard-issue pistols and removing its safety with a click. You stalk up to the door, your trained footsteps near silent. You take a deep breath, clearing your head. One. Two.
Three! You shoulder the door open, leaping through with your gun trained forwards.
At the other end of your sights, Sylus turns, an eyebrow raised. Your kitchen stove seethes behind him, and he gives you a once over as he sluggishly raises both hands. âYou flatter me, kitten,â he smirks in surrender, looking between your weapon and his: a spatula.
You lower your gun, your heart still racing. âI could have killed you, Sylus!â
âThatâs the spirit.â His hands drop, too.
âHow did you even get in here?â
Heâs turned back to the stove, and heâs using the spatula to push something around a frying pan. âHmmâŚâ he muses, then blinkâ heâs gone. Heâs at your fridge a second later, materialising from thin air. âI wonder,â he finishes as he reaches around for something.
Show off. âYou know how I feel about you teleporâŚâ No. âPhasâŚâ No. âMagicâŚkingâŚ?â By now heâs watching you over his shoulder. âYou knowâ that thing you do.â Youâre twinkling your fingers. âWhat do you even call that?â
âMagicking, yeah.â
You huff in response and he laughs, walking back over to where heâs cooking two steaks and preparing a salad. Youâre still coming to terms with the fact heâs even here, looking... quite frankly ridiculous, because heâs wearing your apron. Itâs too small for him. Baby pink. Frilly, too.
âYou know how I feel about you magicking into my home,â you mutter distractedly, because actually? Heâs kinda pulling it off. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows, tight on his arms. âUse the door like a regular person, you psychopath.â Â
âWhereâs the fun in that?â He sounds smug. Ugh, he must feel your eyes on him; he must know. You think heâs toying with the idea of calling you out, but he doesnât, and when he does speak, the smugness is gone. âMephisto saw you were sleeping. I didnât wish to disturb you. You sounded⌠tired. On the phone.â
Guilt twinges in your chest as you draw up beside him. âIs that why youâre here? Playing housewife?â You pick at a frill on the apron.
âPoke fun all you want,â he sneers. âThis shirt costs more than your entire wardrobe.â
âSnob.â
âHa.â You have to retract your hand as he threatens it with the spatula. âWatch yourself, sweetie. Iâll remember that the next time you ask to âborrowâ my card.â
You laugh gently. Now thatâs a threat. Youâre about to tell him so when you hear a ping from the other room, and your heart sinks. Just a single sound, and youâre back to where you were an hour ago, at your desk with the weight of the world on your shoulders.
Sylus hums in acknowledgment as you excuse yourself and hurry back to your workspace, snatching up your phone. You missed three calls while you sleeping: all from Xavier. Heâs been texting you, too.
Neroâs yelling at me
Wants to talk to U
Can U pick up? Pls?
Itâs one report, for godsâ sake. You feel your chest tightening again. You just needed to proofread it, but itâs probably fine, right? You wake your laptop out of standby; youâll just send it as it is. âIâll just be a minute, Sy,â you call out. âNeed to finish one thing.â
He mumbles something in response, and you imagine itâs for the best you canât hear it. Your keyboard clacks as you tap out a quick email to Nero, then you surf your files for the report he so desperately wanted. It should be⌠here. You attach it. Hit send.
Nothing happens.
Huh. You hit send again. Then againâ still nothing. You groan, trying to back out of the email. None of your keys are working. Your cursor is stuck. âOh, come on,â you release on an impatient breath. Switch it off, switch it on again? You hit the off button. The screen goes black.
With a sigh of relief, you wait a moment before switching it on again. The screen stays black.
âNo, no, no, no,â you plead quietly, but it doesnât cooperate. Your phone rings and you snap, hitting more buttons: Answer. Speaker. âWhat?â you hiss.
âWhoa. HiâŚ?â Xavierâs voice is cautious. âI donât know if you saw my texts, but Neroââ
âThe report, Xavier! I know! I know!â You try holding down your laptopâs power button. âIâm trying to send it, but my shitty computer wonâtââ
âNo way!â Taraâs voice comes in on the other line; did they both get the night shift? âHey you! Did you get a chance toââ
âNo, ok?!â you practically cry out. âNo! Can you two just back off? Please!â
âOh, sorry, IâŚâ Tara sounds upset, then distracted. âWait, Xavier wants to speak to you.â
âAre you ok?â he asks after a second.
Ok? You just want everything to stop. âIâm fine. Shit, tell Tara Iâm sorry. I am sorry, Xavier, I just⌠I just need my laptop toâŚâ
Work. Work! Nothingâs working. Half of your files are on there. How much of it is backed-up? Panic is setting in, gripping your body like ice. Your throat hurts and your mouth is dry, the dam is breaking and you canât stop it. Tears prick at your eyes as you blink at the blank, hopeless screen. Your reflection stares back at you.
You let out a sob, expelling days of frustration and exhaustion. Everywhere you look thereâs something you need to do, something you need to learn, something you need to finish. You canât. You clasp a hand over your mouth, muffling your own cries.
Xavier is speakingâ saying something over the phoneâ but you canât hear him.
The light changes, and thereâs a figure above you, lifting the phone from the desk. âTheyâll call you back,â the shadow says. Sylus.
âWait, who is this?â Xavier.
âThatâs Skye!â Tara.
Your friendsâ distant voices cut out as Sylus ends the call. He sets the phone down again, nudging your laptop out of view, then lowers himself until all you can see is him: his red eyes, softer than youâve ever seen them. âCome on, sweetie,â he coaxes, guiding your hands over his shoulders.
You understand what heâs asking of you. His arms wrap around you and you hold him tighter, letting him lift you out of your chair. He feels warm, his skin ever so slightly flushed from where heâs been standing over the stove, and he pulls your legs around his waist, letting him carry you with ease.
With your face buried in his shoulder, you canât tell where heâs taking you, and you donât care. His shirt is going damp against your cheeks. You want to stop crying, but you canât with the taste of your tears on your lips. You feel weak. You feel pathetic.
Something solid is behind you, and Sylus is setting you slowly down on the kitchen counter. Heâs away from you for a momentâ moving the frying pan off of the heat and turning a dial on the stoveâ but then heâs back, standing between your legs, standing close. Youâre looking down until his hand is under your chin, lifting it with the delicate touch one employs when inspecting a flower that might break.
He shushes you without a hint of impatience. âLook at me,â he directs quietly, and when you do, he unrolls his shirtsleevesâ drawing the cuffs over his hands so he can use them to wipe your eyes. âNow tell me whatâs wrong.â
You doâ you tell him everything. The hunterâs exam. The textbooks. The extra patrols youâve been signing up for. The work youâve been doing for your friends. The stupid report. The even more stupid computer.
Sylus listens collectedly, nodding his head and issuing the odd hum of understanding. He listens to all of it, and when youâre done, he pushes your hair back from your face with a sympathetic sigh. âOh, sweetie.â A tendril is tucked behind your ear. âYou should have said something.â
âI know.â Your gaze is still shy of his. âBut how can I? I need to do thisâ be thisâ for everyone.â
His hands are on your cheeks again, drawing back your focus. âYouâre just one person,â he says. âYouâ just youâ and thatâs all you need to be. Youâre stubborn, and strong, but youâre not invincible. Even Linkonâs shiniest hunter is allowed to have limits. Everyone does.â
âEven you?â you snivel, setting him up for a quip. Â
Nothing. He smiles. Shrugs. âEven me.â
Itâs hard to believe when heâs staring back at you, oh so solid, oh so perfect. Always a picture of strength: of fiery determination or calculated coolness. Everything in extremes; nothing by halves. Except⌠his hair is slightly dishevelled from where heâs been working away in the heat. Thereâs a damp patch on his shirt. Heâs wearing your pink apron, and thereâs mascara on his sleeves.
Then thereâs the way heâs looking at you.
It shifts when you finally look back. He drops his hands from your face and pulls back a little. âYou do a lot for your friends,â he continues with confidence, but heâs rubbing his neck, âand they care about you. You should afford them the chance to return the favour. Itâs only fair.â
âYouâre right.â
ââŚGood.â
Perhaps itâs the fact youâve vaguely composed yourselfâ or the way youâre watching him like youâre seeing something newâ but he straightens self-consciously, rolling his shirtsleeves back up as his eyes go sharp: assuming their usual severity.
âYouâre too soft, kitten,â he scolds, reaching out to tousle your hair until youâre glaring daggers from behind a curtain of it. âHow many times do I have to tell you? You put yourself first. Always. No-one else matters.â
Thereâs quiet for all of a second. He canât help correcting: âWell, except me, of course.â The apronâs crooked, and he flattens it with a brush of his hands. âAny time spent with me qualifies as self-care. You really should know that by now, sweetie.â
Your mouth curls, but you havenât quite got it in you to laughâ not yet. Stretching his neck with two sideways tips of his head, Sylus returns to his post at the oven, where the meal heâs cooking has almost certainly gone cold. You watch as the stove flickers back to life. The man is humming again, and though the food might yet be salvaged, whatever melody heâs attempting is long-past recognition, let alone saving.
You chuckle to yourself.
And you canât see it, but Sylus is smiling, too.
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heyy i have a request <33
just read ur shy reader x steve fic where she gives him his phone number back and then hits her head and heâs just so đĽ°đĽ°đĽ° abt it all. i know itâs a prequel to a fic where theyâre finally together but could i politely request a fic from when they did get together. maybe tommy tries picking on her again but steve actually stops him that timeđŠˇđŠˇđŠˇ
thanks for requesting :D part of the king!steve universe! â steve defends you from his asshole friends (shy!fem!r established relationship, hurt/comfort | 1k)
The air smells overwhelmingly of the late summer season. Of nighttime and dewy grass and chlorine and Steve The Hair Harrington.Â
The boy himself lazes in the lawn chair next to yours, much too far for your liking. The warm scent of his cologne lingers between you and cradles you in his absence.Â
You tilt your chin to your shoulder and admire the sharp edges of Steveâs profile in silence. Your heavy eyes fall from his pronounced browbone, to the slope of his chiseled nose, and finally to the plush of his pink lips. Too pretty for his own good.
âYou can swim if you want to,â you murmur when you catch him eyeing Tommy and Carol splashing each other in the steaming pool. âYou know that, right?â
Steveâs brows furrow, as though offended by the question. âIâm okay here.â
âI just donât want you to think you have to stay here with meââ
âI donât care about swimming with those two shitheads, alright? Honest,â the boy interjects, then turns to look at you fully. Honey glitters in his dark eyes, which melt with a quiet adoration. In a similarly warm tone, he confesses, âI just wanna spend time with you.âÂ
A petaled smile blooms on your mouth. You purse your lips to the side in a futile attempt to conceal it, which only makes Steveâs smug grin grow. He knows what heâs doing to you. And itâs maddening.
âYou can flirt with your girlfriend without being an asshole, you know?â Tommy calls from the shallow end of the pool, freckled arms folded along the concrete edge. He shakes wet hair from his face and jokes, âDissing your friends isnât exactly a turn-on. Ainât that right, sweetheart?â
Your face burns when he turns to you. The unwanted attention makes your throat catch and your stomach do backflips. âCause no matter how many times Steve invites you to these hangouts, you know youâll never truly fit in. Not here. Not with them.
Steve, seemingly sensing your discomfort as you shift in your seat, calls back. âHey, Tommy?â
âYeah?â
âShut up.���
"Dick,â the darker-haired boy chuckles.Â
Carol swims over to him, then, and mounts his back. She wraps all her dainty limbs around him like a koala. Tommy accommodates her weight with little effort. âHey, Wallflower. Why donât you hop in? The waterâs warm.â
As if you didnât already know that you were less than friends, the use of the horrid nickname was further confirmation.
âI donât know how to swim,â you confess in a mousy voice.
âI could always teach ya,â he offers, mostly polite, but still distantly creepy in his way. âYouâve got a bathing suit under all that, right?â
âUh⌠Yeah?â
The corner of his mouth lifts in a faint smirk. His dark eyes flit up and down your form like he can see right through your oversized t-shirt. âNice,â he hums.
Carol scoffs and swats his arm. âYouâre such a boy.â
Tommyâs freckled face swirls with a boyish offense. âI just wanna know what she looks like under all those clothes! Thatâs all!â he argues like itâs normal. Like you arenât there at all.
âOkay, Tommy,â Steve spits. âThatâs just gross.â
âWhat?â he laughs
âYou canâtâ You canât just say that!â the boy beside you retorts, talking wildly with his hands. âThatâs, like, super sexist, dude.â
Even stewing in your red-hot embarrassment, he manages to get a smile out of you. Not that heâs trying to, anyway. Heâs trying to stand up for you â the best he can, at least. Itâs not his fault his boyishness is so damn adorable.
âDonât act like you havenât said worse shit, Harrington!âÂ
âYeah, but I grew up! Itâs not my fault youâre still fourteen!â
Tommy rears his arm back to splash him. The warm droplets of the heated pool land mostly on the boy beside you, dampening his sweatshirt in rogue places. A few fall gently on your arm when you flinch away.
âSee. Now youâre just proving my point,â Steve deadpans.
âHey, Wallflower!â Tommy shouts, if only to further provoke his best friend. âIf you ever want a break from this hardass, give us a call, alright?â
Carol gasps in offense. âYouâre so gross,â she giggles before splashing him with a lighthearted hand. To which Tommy responds with a much bigger, much more dramatic splash of his own.Â
The two of them roughhouse like they hate each other and forget you were ever there, while you drown in a riptide of thoughts.
What did she mean by that? your mind races. Does the mere thought of you disgust her? Or does she realize how pervy her boyfriend is? Maybe itâs both. But the thought is still stomach-turning.
Steve looks over at you and softens all over again. âSorry about him,â he mumbles.
His honeyed voice cuts through all the mean voices in your head. You blink hard and turn to him with less glazed-over eyes. âYouâre real cute, you know?â you say with a wavering, mostly sincere grin.
He only shrugs and swipes an anxious hand through his hair, ducking away when his cheeks start to speckle a burning pink color. The chocolate strands fall back over his forehead once more.Â
âHe doesnât get to talk to you like that,â he murmurs sheepishly. âOr anyone, but⌠Especially you.â
âHardass,â you quip with a mischievous squint.
Steve sends you a playful glare in return. You cave with a pretty laugh. He grins at the sound of it and settles back in his plastic lounge chair, blinking up at the velvet night sky.
âItâs feel good, though,â he mutters with his arms folded over his stomach.
Your brows pinch. âWhat does?â
âBeing the only one who gets to see you under all that.â
Steve flashes you a smirk â pretty, pink, and lopsided. You meet the petaled expression with a lighthearted glower despite the sparkles burning like embers in your chest.Â
âDoes it?â you monotone.
âYep,â he answers, popping the p. âItâs an honor, really.â
âShut up.â
âI feel like I deserve a medal, honestly.â
âShut up.â
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upskill from student to parent
synopsis: one of your students has the most obvious crush on you, but you have the most obvious crush on his mother.
warnings: swearing? maybe idek AHAHA
w/c: 6.9k
a/n: kind of an homage to my fav person on this app @miinatozakiii âs first published work the kindergarten teacher sana đââď¸ happy late one year anniversary babe đĽ°
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âalright kids, don't forget i'm seeing most of your parents tonight so if you want to make a good impression, you better start doing your homework because i know most of you don't!"
there are collective groans across the classroom as they pack up their things and leave, thanking you as they head out the door to their next period.
you giggle, recalling the days you were a student in their position, you rarely did your math homework as well.
"ms. l/n?"
you look up from your desk with a smile.
"i- um- i just wanted to s-say- thank you for this lesson. i was really- um- struggling with derivatives when you introduced them last time but you made it really clear this class."
you beam, appreciating the feedback, "that's great to hear hideki! if you have any more trouble in the future please be sure to let me know, i'll be happy to set up bonus small group classes or even individual sessions if you guys need the help."
"t-thanks ms. l/n. that's really nice of you."
"it's my job hideki." you smile, "did you need any help with anything else?"
he shakes his head shyly, hand at the back of his neck, "that was all! thanks again miss!"
"no worries, i'll see you tonight?"
he agrees happily, darting out the door with his cheeks flushed.
it wasn't the first time a student had had a crush on you. it was normally harmless. some of them had tried to confess to you over the years, usually waiting until after they graduated because they thought itâd be okay if you no longer had a student-teacher relationship. some of them would confess while you were still their teacher regardless, those were a little tougher because you had to continue teaching them and watch them pout and lose motivation to do their schoolwork and act awkward around you, no longer wanting to participate in class or ask questions if they didnât understand something. youâd try to let them down gently, and if you noticed they were struggling with coursework, youâd pull them aside or ask another one of the teachers to check in on them.
most of the time though, they were just simple little crushes that would pass with time or after they moved out of your class. you didn't entertain them but it was cute seeing your students in their awkward teen years discovering feelings for the first time.
you stretch, yawning, but yelp when someone's finger jabs into your exposed armpit.
there's a burst of laughter and you frown, staring at the intruder.
"really nayeon?"
the english teacher rolls her eyes with a cheeky grin, "saw hideki on the way out. did he give you that confession note?"
"what confession note?"
nayeon hops a little, a hand covering her mouth, "oh shit."
you narrow your eyes. "tell me."
she grins, not really apologetic for having accidentally spilt her studentâs secret, "saw him decorating a card and everything in english class today. his grammar was a little off so i just helped him correct it a little. oh ms. l/n. how i wish to be able to call you by your first name. how i wish to be able to hold you and-" she puts on an exaggerated romeo-like voice and pose, back of her hand coming up to her forehead.
you stand up, slapping her lightly with a blush, "why did you encourage him?!"
she shrugs with a laugh, "i'm an english teacher. gotta make sure the kids are using the language right even if it's for illicit love notes."
you huff, packing up your desk and getting ready to go to lunch, "can't he find a nice girl his age to be in love with? i'm sure he has so many options since he's the star player of the school basketball team and everything."
"something about you attracts the kiddies y/n."
you scrunch your nose, "ew. that sounds gross. i don't even like younger men."
"women?"
"no preference. just someone in the same life stage y'know?"
"wait should i be offended? how come no student has ever confessed to me? aren't english teachers supposed to be like a gay girl's awakening?"
you laugh, ignoring the woman's question, dragging her out of your classroom and to lunch together before you both have to attend to your kids again.
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you enjoyed your job, but parent-teacher interviews were probably your least favourite part of it. if you wanted to deal with parents all day you'd have become a primary school teacher.
there were all kinds of them, some who didn't show up, some who didn't care, some who cared too much, some who were clueless, and some who thought they could do your job better than you.
you rub your temples, grateful for the little 5 minute break you're afforded in between quick 10 minute interviews that would normally go on for longer than that. you blink around the room, the other mathematics teachers gathered in the same classroom, nayeon was down the hall with the other english teachers. you were the youngest of them all, there was a pretty big shortage of secondary mathematics teachers across the country, so it meant maths teachers were putting off retirement for longer so they can continue to support kids, but it still left a lot of gaps that could be filled to give your students the best education they deserved.
you've dazed off enough that you barely register hideki almost bounding in, still in his basketball uniform from after-school practice.
he grins, sliding into the seat opposite yours, "hi ms. l/n!"
you return the smile, "hey hideki." even though you knew about his obvious crush on you, he was still one of your favourite students, maybe it was because he had the crush on you that he was more eager to follow instructions and to prove himself and ask questions whenever he was confused that made him one of the easiest to teach.
and then a woman in a sleek beige coat next to hideki catches your attention. your gaze flicks over to hers. and it can't seem to break away.
she's the most beautiful human being you've ever laid your eyes on. her hair is dyed an autumn brown, wavy locks tucked behind ears, expensive gold jewelry adorning her neck, ears, hands. her eyes match the colour of her hair, a deep fawn brown you could stare into for hours. she's got the most perfect nose you've ever seen, you almost itched to measure it, find the angle of it, the way it led to her pretty lips, full and parted, inviting, pulling you in. and then you realise they're curling up slightly, and you snap your eyes back up to hers to see a mirthful glint in them.
you cough, blushing brightly, "h-hello mrs. hayashi."
"just sana is fine. minatozaki sana. i never married hidekiâs father." her voice is silky smooth, there's a certain drawl to it too, it makes you want to listen to her voice on repeat, teasing out every inflection in tone.
you can feel your blush reaching the tips of your ears, "o-oh sorry! i didn't know i apologise!"
sana laughs, it's bright and airy, you don't think you've heard anything purer. "nothing to be sorry about. we broke up a long time ago. when hideki was still very young."
you nod, deciding you can't continue staring at her or you may just faint, so you look down at your files, shuffling them around with no purpose, just to give your hands something to do.
"so how's hideki doing in class?" you can hear the smirk in her voice, her attentive eyes watching as you fumble around.
"he's um- very good- he always makes sure to ask questions whenever he's stuck on anything, and he's probably one of my only students who keeps up with his homework."
"well that's good isn't it deki? what were you so nervous for?" sana teases her son as he blushes, mumbling something under his breath.
you speak up again, "nothing to be nervous about. hideki is one of my best students, he keeps up very well despite his extra curriculars."
sana snorts, "i wish we could say the same about his other subjects. it seems maths is the only thing he tries in."
"mom!"
"what? you heard what your english teacher said. you need to spend some more time editing your own work than you do shooting hoops."
you laugh, "i'm sure his english is alright. nayeon can be a pretty harsh teacher."
sana looks at you again with an eyebrow raised, you quickly look away. "just wait until you read some of his work ms. l/n. you'll be surprised."
hideki blushes again, deciding he won't be giving you that love confession note he has in his bag after all.
"is there anything else i can do for him then? any particular areas he may be struggling in or any recommendations of what we can implement at home to make sure his maths marks stay consistent?"
"homework really. maths is a very practical subject so the more practice he gets the better grasp he'll have. especially with strange or out-of-the-box questions exams may throw at him; it helps a lot if he's practiced with as many question varieties as possible, most people are going to get those 1 or 2 markers, but the bigger questions that really need you to apply the concepts you learn are where you'll start to see distinctions between the students that just study and the students that really have the aptitude and patience for mathematics."
"never was me." sana jokes.
you smile, still avoiding her gaze, your cheeks pink, "i'm sure you would have been a prize student ms. minatozaki."
"just sana." she has a teasing smile on her face.
"r-right. sana."
it's quiet for a few seconds, hideki looks between his mother and you, squinting a little in confusion.
sana coughs, beginning to stand and holding out a hand, "well it was nice meeting you ms. l/n. i can finally understand why hideki goes on and on about his gorgeous maths teacher."
"mom!"
you blush again, taking her hand, almost melting at how soft it felt against yours, forcing yourself to meet her eyes again to be polite. you have to bring your other hand to hold your wrist when you shake it, to support your jelly-like arm in her presence. "it was nice meeting you too sana."
she tightens her grip, smirking a little, "i hope this won't be the last i'll be seeing you. have a good night."
and with that she's off, hideki whining and complaining next to her about how she's embarassed him. it was a little funny considering their height difference, hideki was a basketball player so he had to be tall for his sport, and sana was just a few centimetres shorter than you, though her aura commanded attention, her posture was perfect, you're caught staring at the slight sway in her hips as she walks away, but you quickly reprimand yourself, blushing even brighter at having realised you were just checking out your student's parent.
god she had your mind a mess, and you had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time for this to happen.
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you were so out of your comfort zone. you barely knew anything about basketball. but nayeon just had to drag you to be co-supervisors for your school's basketball team since you didnât have the funds for a real P.E. teacher. even worse, the parent volunteer just happened to be minatozaki sana, the parent you hadnât been able to stop thinking about since your first meeting with her weeks ago.
nayeon noticed your odd behaviour immediately of course. so being the annoyingly loveable best friend she was, she made herself scarce, herding the kids away with every opportunity and trying to get you and sana alone as much as possible.
thatâs how you were now stuck with the woman of your dreams, sharing a hotel room in the place you were staying for the duration of the games.
âare you sure you donât want me to get another room? the individual room was originally supposed to be meant for you- i canât believe nayeon let herself get sick and stole it from you.â
sana giggles, plopping down her weekend bag. âitâs alright ms. l/n. i donât mind sharing rooms with a pretty woman like you.â
you blushed brightly. that was the other problem with sana. she was a flirt. every chance she got sheâd make some sort of teasing remark on the way here, or brush a little too close than what was acceptable for friends, and you were barely even friends.
âj-just y/n is fine. i feel weird if someone my age is calling me by my last name like that.â
âhow do you know iâm your age?â she smirks.
âo-oh! i just- i mean- i- iâm in my early 30s and you look quite young and but hideki is already 16 so i just assumed um-â
she laughs again, âthank you for the compliment. youâre right. i had hideki when i was 19. his dad promised to take care of him, provide for us, yâknow⌠all the works. he couldnât take it and left not even a year into hidekiâs life. i ended up having to drop out of university and learn to balance work and a baby. my parents weren't any good either, said it was my fault for getting knocked up so early in my life and that i should've been prepared for the consequences."
you perch on the end of your bed, listening attentively while she unpacks her things, "i'm sorry you had to go through that."
she shrugs, "made me who i am today. and plus i have hideki now. and he'll always have me. what about you? any kids? partner?"
you blush as she turns back to you, copying your stance and sitting on her bed facing you. "no. iâve always been around kids so thereâs not exactly a ton of romantic prospects.â you joke.
sana laughs, âwhat about nayeon?â
you cringe immediately, âew gross no. weâre just friends. there arenât that many young teachers that arenât already married and who arenât spread all over the country so nayeon and i easily clicked because weâre similar in age and single. not that itâs difficult to get along with the older teachers thereâs just some things that weâll be able to do that they might not necessarily want to anymore⌠like drink or whatever.â
âare you looking for anyone then?â thereâs a smirk on sanaâs face that you know can only mean sheâs up to no good.
âu-um- well- i mean- uh- like if it comes it comes iâm not actively looking for it. iâm happy with the kids even if i die old and alone because thereâs always going to be more kids to teach so iâm never really going to be alone unless i quit or get fired.â
âi really admire teachers yâknow. you can take care of a classroom of kids and offer them knowledge when someone like my ex boyfriend couldnât even handle one child.â
while you were talking, you didnât even notice that sana had moved onto your bed, sitting next to you, shoulders touching, eyes peering into yours.
you chuckle awkwardly, âw-well iâm actually not that great with younger kids.â
sana frowns, âdonât do that. bringing yourself down to defend a shitty man are both things i donât want to hear. from what iâve seen, you love your job and you really care about your kids. you should be proud of that. teachers donât get enough of the appreciation they should.â
ât-thank you sana.â
âof course.â
itâs quiet after that, and more than awkward. you have no idea where to look, suddenly conscious of her body pressed against yours, fiddling with your hands, feeling sweat build up.
sana just watches you with a glint in her eye, observing all of your actions.
she breaks the tension that seemingly came out of nowhere first, âhow do you feel about me?â
your eyes widen, not expecting such a straightforward question, âs-sorry?â
âyouâre nervous. do i make you nervous y/n?â
your blush was pretty much permanently fixed on your face now.
âu-um-â
âitâs okay if i do. i just hope it's for the right reasons." she pouts. it's criminal. "you'd tell me if there was something else right?"
"r-right! yes of course yes-"
"good. so you're nervous because you find me attractive?" her pout morphs into a smirk within nanoseconds.
"um- i-"
"you said you'd tell me if it was something else remember?" and then she's straight back into a pout. it was giving you whiplash, the change in expressions, dizzying you.
"um- i- yes- you are- yes you are very pretty and-"
"so you want to kiss me?"
"um-!"
sana finally lets you go, laughing brightly and moving away to give you some space before you burst or melted.
"just joking y/n. i'm sorry you're just too easy to tease and your reactions are adorable!"
you can breathe again, the oxygen finally reaching your brain now that sana wasn't so close to you, and your lips turn downward, imitating her pout from earlier, "sana!"
she continues laughing, going back to unpacking her things while you collect yourself and think just how you were going to survive the two days away sharing a room with the potential love of your life who also happened to be a massive tease.
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thankfully, the rest of the night was pretty uneventful. you checked in on all the boys, made sure they had all had dinner and weren't planning anything irresponsible like a party behind your backs or anything. you also checked in on nayeon who in your professional opinion, looked absolutely fine, having ordered room service and was in one of the hotel robes with her feet kicked up enjoying a face mask and a bottle of wine all to herself.
sana also didn't try anything else when you retired to your own hotel room after doing the rounds on the boys' rooms again to make sure they were all in bed and getting the rest they needed before their game tomorrow. you're not sure if you were grateful or disappointed she didn't, but you quickly pushed her out of your mind, needing to rest as well before having to wake up early to take all the kids to the stadium.
you're knocking loudly on the last room you were meant to check on, annoyed the boys were taking so long, you were all meant to meet in the lobby 10 minutes ago for your bus to the stadium.
when you sigh, prepared to rap your knuckles against the door again, it falls away, revealing a distressed hideki and his roommate for the trip.
"ms. l/n! i'm so sorry we're late eric had some trouble um-" he looks behind him, "we're pretty much ready now! just got to grab some last minute stuff and-" he leaves the door open, continuing his ramble while you cross your arms, tapping your foot impatiently, watching the boys run around the room collecting last minute things and throwing them into gym bags.
by the time they're almost done, sana's snuck up behind you, peeking over your shoulder.
"deki! what are you doing? are you the one holding everyone up? what kind of example are you setting for your team if the team captain's late?"
you jump at her voice, not having noticed her standing right behind you. you turn, admiring her side profile, she's got her hair up today, but still looks as expensive as the first time you saw her.
hideki blushes at his mom yelling at him, picking up his pace a little and jabbing eric, telling him to hurry up.
sana notices you staring at her and turns with a smile, "hi y/n. missed you this morning."
you fluster immediately, snapping your eyes away, "u-um sorry! i uh- got up early and didn't want to wake you and decided to get breakfast early on my own before making sure all the kids were awake."
she pouts, "you should've woken me. we could've had breakfast together."
"s-sorry i'll remember for next time."
"next time? you planning on waking up next to me again y/n?"
you can hear the teasing tone in her voice without needing to look at her, "i meant tomorrow! tomorrow morning."
sana giggles next to your ear, relenting when hideki and eric finally finish up, slightly out of breath when they come up to you, hideki apologising to you profusely, almost bowing down in the hotel hallway while holding all his heavy gym bags before you stop him, embarrassed enough by his mother watching the interaction closely with a curious glint in her eyes.
by the time you get downstairs nayeon already has most of the kids on the bus, reprimanding the two late boys again before letting them go and telling them to get on the bus as well. she had claimed her sickness was miraculously cured overnight, and that all she needed was a good night's sleep in a hotel room by herself.
she had teased both you and sana, asking sana innocently if she'd want to change rooms again now that she wasn't sick, but sana had said it'd be too much work and she didn't mind sharing a room with you anyway. nayeon elbowed you making an exaggerated show of her eyebrows wriggling around when sana wasn't looking, winking and looking all too satisfied with herself. you ignored her, strutting ahead and onto the bus, crossing your arms and pouting.
sana comes up next, giggling at you and plopping down on the seat next to yours. thankfully, the bus ride to the stadium wouldn't take long this time, the ride here was almost 5 hours long, and sana had taken a liking to sleeping on your shoulder almost the entire way there. you were stiff and couldn't wait to fall into bed when nayeon pulled her sick move and ruined your plans of being able to relax, not possible in the presence of the other woman.
the kids are rowdy and energetic, hyping each other up on the bus. you have to tell them to quieten down a few times but you let them get away with most of what they do, smiling at the sight of them so eager for their game.
when you arrive, nayeon's the first to stand, using her loud voice and commanding attention, her voice that should've been at least a little hoarse from her apparent sickness yesterday.
"alright! remember you're representing your school district now! and you're sharing this space with other people so i don't want to hear you guys as loud as you were on this bus okay? i won't hesitate to bench anyone who fools around too much and that means you won't get to play and you'd have come all this way for nothing understand?"
nayeon really was strict as a teacher, but you knew she loved her job as much as you did.
the kids nod, determined to be good, adrenaline running from the excitement of almost getting to the court.
you step off the bus first, talking to the bus driver and letting them know when they can come back and pick you guys up to go back to the hotel. then the kids are hopping off the bus one by one, and you're making sure they don't run off or do anything stupid while waiting for everyone to assemble.
by the time the team is actually on the court and warming up, you're almost as excited as them, the atmosphere of the stadium hyping you up, sitting on the sidelines with towels and water bottles ready for their breaks. you had tried to study up a little on what exactly went on in basketball, the rules and the basics, the kids may not have a coach but you still wanted to be as supportive as you could even though your job only required you to supervise them safely between the venues and the hotel.
"have you come to a lot of these games?" you ask sana mindlessly, watching as the boys start doing practice shots and drills.
"yeah. i try to go to as many of deki's things as i can."
"that's very sweet. it's really good for the kids, when the parents show up to things they work hard for."
sana hums. "i try."
"he's lucky to have you."
"i think he may appreciate you a little more though." she teases, bumping shoulders with you.
you laugh, "he'll get over it. they all do."
"this has happened before?"
you shrug, "i swear i don't do anything out of the ordinary. maybe i'm just nicer than nayeon."
"so your type obviously isn't kids. what is it?" sana teases.
you blush, "i don't know. i don't really have one i think."
"oh come on. everyone says that. tell me the truth. i won't judge i promise."
you roll your eyes, smiling, "well... i think at this point in my life i just want someone who wants to settle down. i'm not that young anymore and i've already achieved what i wanted in my career so all i really want now is someone to share the rest of my life with."
"boring! c'mon gimme the juicy stuff. like personality, physical attributes." she pokes you with a grin on her face as well.
"fine fine. i guess when it comes to women i tend to like slightly older women, extroverted, good with kids obviously, i don't reaaaally care for all the physical stuff but probably someone around my height i guess."
"stand up for me."
you do as she asks, confused, then she stands up as well, stepping in almost eye-to-eye. you flush immediately. she brings her hand to measure the top of her head, knocking it against your forehead.
then she smirks, "so i'm pretty much your type then?"
you stutter, falling backwards and back into your seat, mumbling incoherently. sana giggles, sitting back down as well.
"if it's any consolation, my type in women tends to be slightly taller, good with kids, a little awkward, gets flustered easily, but loves her job."
you blink at her, still processing her words when the buzzer sounds signaling the start of the game.
sana winks, then turns her attention to the game, cheering on your school's team as they get in starting position. nayeon jogs over to join you both on the sideline bench, cheering as well. you put your muddled thoughts aside to focus on being there for the kids, but sana's confession? was it even a confession? never left the back of your mind.
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your school won. the boys are ecstatic, clapping each other on the back, streamers are thrown, the crowd is wild, loving the game they witnessed.
eventually, the stadium clears out while the boys cooldown. the janitors come and kick everyone off the floor soon enough, the kids still whooping and parading around their championship trophy, taking pictures with smiles all around.
you smile fondly as well, watching them leave the stadium, so proud of themselves. but then there's a cough behind you, and you turn, surprised to see hideki still there, not leading his team off on their victory lap.
"you okay hideki?"
the boy blushes, rubbing the back of his neck shyly, still in his team uniform, sweat running down his body.
"i um- i was actually wondering if we could talk?"
you frown, immediately concerned, "yeah of course. what's up?"
his eyes flit around, making sure the stadium is pretty much empty except for the janitors cleaning up after the game. and then he looks back at you, you're struck then how much he looks like sana, he has her nose, her eyes, you never noticed before but after spending more time with sana, you can start to see parts of her in her son.
he clears his throat again, obviously nervous, wringing his hands out, "u-um- so i promised myself that if we won this game, i'd finally be truthful to both myself and you. so um- ms. l/n... i think i'm in love with you!" he bows deeply with his confession.
you stand there, slightly in shock despite knowing about his feelings for a long time now. and then you feel terrible, having to reject him on what was supposed to be one of the highlights of his high school experience.
you tap his shoulder lightly, non-verbally asking him to straighten up, he flinches at the touch, eyes fierce when they meet yours.
"hideki... i'm sorry. i don't feel the same way about you. you're my student, i care about all of you equally, but never as more than a student."
his face breaks your heart, you see sana in him, it's almost like you made sana cry.
"is it my age? what if i graduated? would you be interested in me after i graduated?" he's desperate, reaching for any possibility where you could return his feelings.
you shake your head, offering a gentle smile, "i'm sorry hideki. i know you'll find the right person for you one day though. that person just isn't going to be me."
his head droops down, hair coming to cover his eyes as he stares down at his shoes, trying to hide his tears. "i understand. thank you for taking the time to listen to me ms. l/n. i'll get out of your hair now." and then he's jogging off behind you towards the exit.
you sigh, turning around, surprised to see sana there, frowning when she sees hideki in tears approaching her.
she looks between him and you in confusion, but hideki reaches her first. she cups his face, asking him what happened, but he refuses to speak, and sana brings him down into her hugging him and patting his back.
she glances at you then, still frowning. your heart sinks, not sure what sorts of conclusions she could be drawing, but knowing right now, it looked like you had said or done something that made her son cry.
she leads him away, you ache to tell her what really happened, but you know you should keep your distance for the sake of your student right now, you just pray sana doesn't think of you any differently.
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the rest of the day goes by in a blur. the boys go out for celebratory dinner. they notice their captain is a lot more down than usual, and they try cheering him up, playing games at dinner, laughing and teasing each other, but nothing seems to be working.
you couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and sana hadn't spoken to you since the game. you're not sure if it's on purpose or if she's just busy keeping the kids entertained and checking on hideki every once in a while, but not wanting to smother him with all his friends around. he doesn't seem to mind though, in fact he only responds to sana, even when his friends try and include him he stays quiet, picking at his food aimlessly.
when you get back to the hotel, you give a speech about how they shouldn't sleep too late even though you could understand their excitement still remaining from winning the championships, they still had to get up early tomorrow so you could take the bus back home. nayeon would normally give the speech since she was a little more threatening than you, but she was also currently wasted, having gone a little too hard on the celebrations with the boys. she was currently leaning on you, almost dozing off as you rattled off instructions and rules before sending them all off to their rooms.
sana's gone with them before you can speak to her, so you sigh, wrapping an arm around nayeon's waist and helping your friend back to her own room, setting her in bed and pulling the covers up, turning off the lights and leaving a cup of water next to her bedside for when she wakes up later.
you feel nervous going back to your own room, unsure of what sana thinks of you now.
you open the door, almost grateful to hear the shower on, indicating the other woman was cleaning herself up.
you anxiously start packing your things up, cleaning around the room a little and grabbing clothes for your shower.
the shower turns off and your heart rate increases tenfold. you still have some time before she comes out though, so you continue to busy yourself, cleaning anything and everything.
"y/n?"
you turn quickly at her voice, almost fainting at the sight of her wrapped only in a towel. you yelp, turning back around just as quickly, "s-sorry!"
sana giggles, padding up to her bed, "it's okay. i left my clothes out here."
you can hear the rustle of her towel being dropped and her starting to dress yourself. your face is burning up, trying desperately to clear your mind of thoughts of a very naked sana standing right behind you, probably watching you make a fool out of yourself.
"i'm dressed." she teases, plopping down onto her bed.
you turn with a sigh, but tense up when you realise her definition of dressed was a very thin camisole and shorts that really shouldn't be considered shorts.
sana smirks at your gaze, crossing her legs and watching the way your eyes follow the movement, drinking in the skin.
"so what happened with you and deki?"
your eyes snap back up to hers at the reminder, the guilt of it all coming back.
"i'm sorry- i didn't- i hope you know i didn't mean to-"
sana giggles, grabbing the towel to start drying her hair, "relax y/n. i figured as much. he wouldn't tell me what happened but i assume it had something to do with his feelings for you?"
you gulp, nodding, not trusting your voice.
"like you said at the game, he'll get over it."
"you're not mad at me?"
she frowns, "why would i be mad at you?"
"well i- i thought you were avoiding me at dinner and- i mean i did just reject your son-"
sana lets out a loud laugh, "i think i'd be more mad if you didn't reject him. and i wasn't avoiding you. were you looking for my attention y/n?" she teases, wringing out her hair.
"oh. i'm glad then. that you weren't avoiding me. i was worried." you mumble, ignoring her question, knowing she was just trying to get a reaction out of you.
she stands up, brushing her hair behind her shoulders, walking up to you slowly. "why were you worried?"
you focus on a spot on the hotel carpet, avoiding her gaze, "i didn't want you to think i was- i don't know- i just didn't want you to think of me differently i guess."
"why do you care what i think of you?"
you blush, "well- i mean- i- you're- you're a parent of my student."
sana hums, still moving closer at a painfully slow pace, "is that all i am to you?"
"uh- well- no... you're um- you're sana."
she giggles, now toe-to-toe with you. "i am."
you almost let out a gasp when her cool fingers touch your chin, tilting your head up slightly to look her in the eyes. her eyes search yours, then they move over your face, tracing your features. you lick your lips unconsciously, the tension between the two of you unable to be explained by a simple parent-teacher relationship, or even a friendship anymore.
"it's funny." her voice is lower now, spoken right onto your lips, there was no need for volume, you were only inches apart. "i almost wonder if my ex would've fallen for you too."
you're dizzy from being so close to her, mind playing catch up. "t-too?"
"yeah. hideki fell for you. i wonder if you could just have my whole family wrapped around your finger."
you gulp, not really following, just letting her do whatever she wanted to you.
she leans in even closer, eyes dropping to your lips.
"what about me?"
"w-what about you?"
"you rejected deki. how about me?"
you inhale shakily, "are you confessing?"
she smiles then, "was it not obvious?"
"no." you breathe out.
"why not?"
"you're too- you're unbelievable."
"what does that mean?"
"i literally can't believe you're real. that someone as perfect as you could exist."
sana giggles lowly at that, "there it is. do you know how long i've been waiting for you to just say how you feel about me?"
"w-what?"
"all that teasing, all the flirting, i paid nayeon to fake sick y'know?"
"you what?!"
she throws her head back, laughing fully now. your eyes follow the lines of her throat.
"deki talked about you all the time at home. i was curious to meet the maths teacher he was so obsessed with. and then i did. and you were just so adorable. i could tell you really loved what you were doing, and you really cared for all the kids. but i didn't want to ask you out in front of my son who has the biggest most obvious crush on you. so i resigned myself to thinking i probably wouldn't be able to see you again. and then you happened to be on this trip. so i tried everything i could to get closer to you, get to know you better, and you didn't disappoint. i can safely say i'm just as obsessed with you as hideki is, dare i say even more."
"y-you are?"
"mhm. and i knew you liked me too. you're almost as obvious as deki is." she giggles, "i was just waiting for you to do something about it. but you're too nice aren't you? didn't want anything that could be between us to affect your job and your relationship with the kids."
you hadn't even noticed sana had paid so much attention to you. she had picked you apart completely, you felt so exposed in front of her now, but it wasn't unwelcome, you were just embarrassed at the way you've acted around her, thinking how many times you've replied dumbly or said something stupid while she knew you had a crush on her. you cringe at the memories.
sana laughs again, poking at the scrunch in your nose, "so can you say it officially now?"
"say what?"
"don't play dumb with me. you know."
you whine, blushing still, but close your eyes, taking a breath again, "i like you sana. i think you're the most beautiful person i've ever seen and your personality and actions are just as consistent with your looks."
sana giggles again, and then all of a sudden, her lips are pressed against yours.
it's soft, sweet, she's curling a hand around your waist and the other around your neck. you weren't the greatest with words, that's why nayeon was the english teacher, but you try make up for it with your actions, pulling her into you deeper and wrapping your arms around her, smiling into the kiss.
sana returns the smile, reattaching your lips, kissing you easily, your lips slotting together with no rush, taking as much time as you wanted to explore each other.
that night, when you come out of your shower, you find sana curled up in your bed, patting the empty space next to her for you to squeeze into, making sure she had enough space so that she wouldn't fall off the edge. you find that she's a big cuddler, not that it should've surprised you, she was always a very physically affectionate person, and you were still getting used to being on the receiving end of all of it, but you adored it.
the next morning, you'll keep to your promise and wake sana up with a gentle kiss on her lips, brushing her hair out of her face and studying her sleeping features carefully, committing everything to memory, still in slight disbelief that such a woman felt the same way you did.
you talk over breakfast, finding yourself much more at ease now that you knew she knew how you felt about her. she still takes every opportunity to tease you though, loving the way you blushed and stuttered around her.
what's hard is deciding what to do after you get home. you still wanted to keep your distance from hideki so that he could get over you, and sana agreed, saying it would be best if the both of you kept your relationship a secret for now. she was almost excited, talking about how it would be exciting and fun to sneak around like kids again, having to hide your relationship.
she's right of course, but being with her specifically probably makes it ten times harder than it normally would. she'd come to your school with bunches of flowers and lunch, acting innocent and surprised when you have to hide her and find an empty classroom for you to spend the lunch date she springs on you. she'll never stop loving to tease you.
you finally tell hideki about 2 months into your relationship. he seems to take it okay, but when you're curled up in sana's bed later, she tells you he complained to her about how she 'stole his woman', and you both end up in a giggling fit, laughing at the turn of events. regardless, you're still grateful, grateful you were able to meet her, and somehow bewitch her into falling for you. you were the luckiest person alive, and only sana would disagree, saying that was only true for herself.
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đśď¸ Would You Rather??? (Sashisu Request)
18+MDNI
Pairing âŠŕż Fem!Reader X Shoko Ieiri X Suguru Geto X Satoru Gojo
WARNINGS âŠŕż Group sex with every possible pairing between you 4. Eating train, tit fucking, giving oral, receiving oral, oral during penetration, two people giving oral to one person, face sitting, face fucking, cream pie, and vaginal sex.
Word count âŠŕż10.4K
Summary âŠŕż Fem!Reader accidentally buys the spicy version of Would You Rather for her friendâs drinking party, and letâs just say⌠things end up getting a little spicy.
BONUS âŠŕż Slow lead-up! I felt like itâd be fun to go through some questions before things intensified. Plus, I wanted the fic to feel gradual and not forced. So you can feel like youâre there at the party, just hanging out. Also the reader is also a lightweight when it comes to drinking. Her friends also view her as a little shy and innocent.
A/N âŠŕż I originally was writing this fic as a one-shot with Suguru and Satoru, but then someone requested a Sashisu Fic! So I of course had Shoko join in on the fun! I had fun with this four-way and I prioritized that everyone was involved with each other at all times! Also, I have a crush on Shoko now. 𼰠Sorry for taking forever to post this, I know itâs a cliche thing to say: but life is very busy for me. Today I got ALL four of my wisdom teeth removed. 𼲠I was given this day off work, and I saw it as a prime opportunity to polish this fic up and post it! Thanks for reading and I appreciate all of you so much! đ
âIâm glad you found a game for us to play.â Satoru hummed smoothly while he invited you into his semi-lit dorm room. âCause whatâs the point to drinking, when there isnât anything fun to do.â
That earned a scoff from Geto who lounged on the couch. âUh, we could just hang out.â
âPsh. Whereâs your sense of entertainment? Are you saying you donât want to play the game Y/n just got?â Gojo retorted in a fake shocked tone.
âIâm not saying that.â Suguru rolled his eyes toward his white-haired friend. âIâm just saying-â
âEnough of that, show us the game you got Y/n!â Shokoâs comforting voice rang from behind you, causing you to whirl around and give her a sweet hug. In return, she held you close with her arm draped around your waist. A lazy grin plastered on her face and a burning cigarette between her lips.
âShoko! Iâm so happy you made it, for a second I thought Iâd be stuck with those two.â You teased, playfully glancing at Gojo and Geto. Suguru smirked at your words, while Gojo made a fist on his heart as if he was stabbed.
âYeah, sorry for not letting you know I was coming. I got held up with something back at the lab.â She explained while moving her bangs from her face.
âEnough talk, letâs start this night off with a shot! That means you Suguru.â Satoru announced clapping his hands. He led you and Shoko to the island, where he got the glasses ready. All the lights were off except for the ones above the island. The rest of his living room and kitchen were lit up by blue LED strips. Giving his living space an electric feel.
âWhen was the last time you got drunk Y/n?â Suguru asked curiously while approaching the counter, his dark gaze resting on you.
You flushed, âThe last time I got drunk was with you guys.â
âWhat?! That was like two months ago!â Gojo exasperated while pouring vodka into the small glasses. Judging from how fancy the vodka bottle looked, you had a feeling he bought the expensive stuff. Which didnât surprise you.
âYeah, it's been a while. So let the send begin.â You explained excitedly, taking one of the shot glasses for yourself.
âFuck yeah! Letâs full fucking send baby!â Satoru cheered while raising his shot glass. âThis is for a good night!â
âA good night!â Everyone said while they clinked their glasses. Then they tapped the bottom of their shot glasses to the counter and proceeded to take it to their lips.
You held your breath as you quickly forced yourself to swallow the harsh poison. Your mouth watered tremendously and it went down like liquid fire. Your eyes teared up a bit as you set your glass down.
âShit, that woke me up.â Suguru chuckled while setting his glass next to yours.
âSame here *cough* letâs play that game you got, Y/n!â Shoko croaked out while squeezing your arm gently.
You quickly dug in your purse to grab the deck of cards while your friends went to the living room. They situated themselves on the floor, so you guys could sit in a circle. You sat between Suguru and Satoru with Shoko across from you. Geto was busy finding some good background music to play on the TV to set the mood.
âWhat did you end up getting?â Gojo asked while leaning back on his hands comfortably. You handed him the box.
âI got us Would You Rather! There were so many versions to choose from! I thought weâd have a fun time playing it, so I got the generic box of questions.â You sighed eagerly, leaning over to Satoru to look at the cards.
Gojo chuckled. âThis isnât the original one⌠You got us the spicy version.â He peeled off the price tag to reveal the small red word âspicyâ underneath it.
Mortification washed over you like a massive wave, âNo, no! I swear I got the plain one! Iâm so sorry you guys. If you want I can run to the store and get the other version.â
âLetâs give it a try. And if itâs no good, Iâll be the one who runs to the store.â Satoru hummed while giving you a gentle elbow jab.
âBut donât you think it would be too embarrassing to talk about spicy topicsâŚâ You mumbled shyly, trying to avert your gaze from his.
âHell no! If youâre feeling shy, just drink some more liquid courage!â Satoru announced while handing you a red solo cup with fruity alcoholic juice. He clinked his plastic cup against yours and the both of you drank to that.
You couldnât help but turn your lips upward, âOkay, letâs see how this goes.â
âSince Y/n bought the game she can go first, then weâll just go around in a circle,â Shoko stated, handing you a card from the top of the deck. You were already feeling that shot in your system. Your face felt warm and you felt more outgoing. You leaned against the base of the couch comfortably.
You quickly read over your card. âOkay Shoko, this oneâs for you! Would you rather receive a sexy message or a love note?â
Shoko took a swig of her drink and then answered, âMessage. Iâd receive it faster and then answer right away. What about you?â She nodded her head in your direction.
âHmm⌠Iâd say love note! Cause when you write something down you want to leave a lasting impression. Making notes more⌠special.â You exclaimed dreamily, then you felt hot with embarrassment because you realized everyoneâs eyes were on you.
âAww, thatâs cute. I didnât know you were such a romantic.â Shokoâs soft brown eyes sparkled at you.
âIâd say Iâm the same way Y/n, letters seem more sentimental.â Geto agreed with you, his gaze held on you briefly.
âNah, Iâd want a hot text message. Right here. Right now.â Satoru slurred, âThen we could act on those feelings asap.â Gojo grabbed a card from the top of the deck and read it over briskly. âY/n, would you rather show affection in public or in private?â Satoru asked with a cheeky grin while taking a drink from his cup.
You tilted your head toward Gojo. âWhat type of affection is it? Cause if itâs innocent then I donât mind doing it in public.â
Satoru chuckled. âWhat do you mean innocent stuff?â He arched a brow at you over his glasses.
âLike hugs, kisses, and hand-holding. Not doing the nasty!â You explained while taking a drink, you felt another wave of the alcohol wash over you. Damn, youâre getting drunk faster than expected.
âMakes sense, to be honest, I donât care if itâs done in public. Letâs make a scene, who cares if people watch.â Gojo murmured while subtly resting his hand on yours. This small action made your heart skip a beat.
âIâm the opposite, Iâd want to be the only one to see my partner unraveled. No one else should deserve to see them in such an intimate way.â Suguru stated with his arms crossed.
âWhat about you Shoko?â You asked her curiously.
The corner of her mouth tilted upward, âIâm the same as you. Iâm okay with public affection if itâs mild.â She then leaned forward to grab herself a card. Her eyes quickly darted from left to right as she read it. âOoo, okay this oneâs a little dirty⌠I want Suguru to answer this. When it comes to oral, would you rather give or receive?â
Geto stiffened with surprise. âEven though receiving is delightful, Iâd say give.â
This earned a girlish squeal to come from you and Shoko, âReally?! How come?â She pried with a hazy smile.
âIt brings me satisfaction to please someone who I care about,â Geto admitted while adjusting his position so his left arm was now resting on his bent knee.
âSame here, itâs like your way to show them how much you admire them.â You agreed wistfully, the alcohol in your system had taken a deeper root and you were feeling pretty good.
âI like being on the receiving end of the stick. Nothingâs hotter than the view of your sweetheart worshiping you with their mouth.â Satoru explained while his fingers trailed up your wrist playfully, and then he rested his hand back on yours.
Geto chuckled. âOf course you would.â
âYeah, why doesnât that surprise me,â Shoko added with a little laugh.
Suguru then leaned forward and grabbed a card. âWould you rather only have sex in bed for the rest of your life or never be able to have sex in a bed again? I want Y/n to answer this.â
âIâd say, never in the bed. Cause doing it in the bed all the time could get boring.â You expressed and everyone murmured in agreement. âOk, my turn.â You swiftly grabbed yourself a card. âSuguru, would you rather have sex in the car or the shower?
Geto brought his veiny hand up to his mouth in deep thought. âShower.â
You giggled at his blunt answer. âAnd why?â
His sharp eyes darted toward you humorously. âBecause when youâre done youâre nice and clean. Also, the steam and being all wet is hot. Doing it in a car sounds a little restrictive.â
You nodded in agreement. âThose are some good points, Iâd say the same.â
âYou guys are weird, doing it in the car is way hotter!â Satoru interrupted.
âYeah, thatâs what I was thinking!â Shoko chimed in to aid Gojo. âDoing it in the car is restrictive, but that shouldnât be a problem if youâre flexible.â
âPlus the whole car steams up and it shakes while you do it. Making it a public scene which is even better.â Satoru explained while waving his drink around. Then he grabbed his card, âShoko, would you rather only be able to be on the bottom during sex or only on the top?â
Shoko took a slurp of her beverage, âHmm, it depends. If Iâm with a guy, then bottom. But if Iâm with a girl then top.â She explained with a cute smile, her gaze drifted towards you. âWhat about you?â
You flushed because of how intimate the question was. âMe? Oh⌠umm, Iâd say bottom for men. But it depends on women. If sheâs more assertive Iâll let her be top. But if sheâs more on the submissive side then Iâll take the lead.â
âThatâs hot.â Satoru blurted with a flirtatious expression. You felt his hand give yours a small squeeze, causing you to look down bashfully.
You reached for your cup only to realize that you finished it off a couple of minutes ago.
âGimme your cup, Iâll get you some more babe.â Satoru purred over to you.
âThank you.â You smiled up at him sweetly as he removed the red cup from your hand. His gaze had the perfect view down your shirt at this angle, which made him enjoy the noticeable height difference between you too.
âAnyone else need a refresher.â Gojo glanced at his other two friends, while he stood to his feet. Both Suguru and Shoko handed him their empty cups and with two cups in each hand, he departed to the kitchen.
âSo on a level of one to ten, how drunk are you Y/n? One being barely and ten being black-out wasted.â Shoko asked the beauty mark beneath her eye raised upward when she smiled at you.
âHmm, Iâd say Iâm like a four-point seven.â You sighed cutely. Your response caused both Geto and Shoko to laugh.
âThatâs oddly specific, why a four-point seven of all numbers?â Geto eyed you with amusement.
âI couldnât just say four, 'cause Iâm feeling five coming on!â
âIf someone said four-point seven, that must mean theyâre actually like a six.â Shoko snickered. âI think our little friendâs a lightweight Suguru!â
You paid no mind to their teasing, it only made you laugh in response. Itâs been a while since the four of you kicked back like this.
Gojo returned with the refilled beverages, he of course handed you your drink first with a sly grin. He sat down next to you, closer than he was before and he draped his muscular arm around your narrow shoulders. âSo whose turn is it now?â
âMine!â Shoko announced as she reached for a card. âAnd this oneâs for you Gojo, would you rather have morning sex or late-night sex?â
âMorning sex, what else would be a better way to start my day!â Satoru admitted seductively while pulling you a little bit closer to him. His warm body next to yours was comforting, since his living room window was open, letting in a fresh cold night breeze.
âTrue, Iâll have to agree with you on that one,â Shoko admitted while sipping on her drink.
âWhat about you Y/n?â Satoru asked nonchalantly while throwing his card in the discard pile.
âIâm more of a nighttime person. Cause then after we can just cuddle and fall asleep.â You confessed while taking a drink from your cup. Its fruity flavor was quite delectable, making it a dangerous drink.
âYouâre such a sweetheart Y/n, truly girlfriend material.â Gojo laughed and complimented at the same time.
His honest reaction made you feel pretty good about yourself - or was it the alcohol? Maybe both.
âDonât fall for his flattery Y/n,â Geto warned, snapping you out of your thoughts. âGojo doesnât deserve a girl like you. Youâre too good for him.â
âPsh! As if youâre any better than me?â Satoru hissed over at his friend. âAnswer me this Y/n, would you rather date me or Geto?â
You flushed at his bold question and nervously looked down. You couldnât choose between both of them! You wouldnât want to hurt either of their feelings. âI-IâŚâ You stammered.
Shoko came to the rescue. âCut that shit out Gojo! Besides, itâs not your turn to ask a question.â
âYeah, itâs my turn.â Suguru leaned forward to grab his card with a devilish grin. âY/n, would you rather I show you or tell you about my desires?â
You took another drink from the red cup, feeling the liquid courage run rampant through your veins. âShow me.â
Suguru set his drink aside and pried you from Satoruâs grasp. He guided you onto his lap so you were straddling him. His lips turned upward to form a sly grin.
âFirst⌠Iâd gently caress your body, like this.â His smooth voice hummed softly, while his large veiny hands ghosted from your waist down to your juicy thighs. His hot hands trailed from your knees to the inner sensitive parts between them. âAnd while I do that, Iâll kiss you, like this.â His lips pressed against yours and his sneaky tongue tangled itself with yours. Meanwhile, you could hear Shoko and Gojo protesting in the background.
Your heart was pounding a million miles per minute. Youâve never kissed Suguru before, he was your friend! The most you two have ever done was cuddle when you were cold. Yes; heâd flirt with you, but so did Shoko and Gojo (he was relentless, to say the least). Of course, you fed in and would smooth talk your friends. You never wouldâve thought those innocent remarks could progress into something so much more. Was he kissing you just for fun? Or was it simply to take part in the game? You wanted to test the waters and cautiously reached up to grab the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. His mouth moved against yours passionately, while his hands glided from your thighs to your lower back in the most tantalizing way.
He then removed his mouth from yours and whispered lowly in your ear. âThen once things get a little more desperate between us, Iâd like to worship you with my mouth.â With that being said, he lowered his hot mouth down to the crook of your neck. He sucked on your flawless skin as if he was savoring a delectable dish. While he marked you, his sultry gaze met Gojoâs. Who had his arms crossed defiantly. Satoru wanted to be the one to unravel cute little Y/n.
An adorable sigh of pleasure escaped your lips when you felt Geto mark your skin with a bit more pressure. The room around you seemed to spin and your vision wasnât clear anymore. The alcohol has clouded your senses and now you are in a drunk stupor. You couldnât care less though, you were having fun, and you were feeling yourself too. Youâve never felt so wanted and so hot before.
âLetâs not get carried away, darling.â Suguru cooed while he pulled off your neck, leaving a notable red mark. By the way your breath hitched, Geto could sense how ready you were. He turned your body effortlessly and draped you across his lap. His strong arms held you securely, and you felt quite comfortable in his lap like this.
âI didnât realize that youâd be such a needy little girl Y/n,â Gojo smirked down at you while he handed you your drink. You took it graciously and took a generous swig.
âHmm? Is that a bad thing or a good thing?â You questioned with a hazed look on your pretty face. It was pretty evident how drunk you were.
âTo put it bluntly, your eagerness is a fucking turn-on,â Satoru murmured while blatantly checking your tits out.
You simply smiled and took another drink from your cup. Your ego was higher than ever and it was mostly because of the liquor in your system. You were heavily intoxicated at this point and the room was swirling around you. You rested your head on Suguruâs shoulder for stability while you sipped on the last of your drink.
âLooks like youâre running out.â Geto purred above you, he poured his drink into your cup with a killer smirk as his bangs fell in front of his face. You greedily took another drink of the alcoholic beverage.
âSuguru, Iâm drunkâŚâ You whined quietly, looking into his hazy amber eyes, your vision was doubled and it looked as if Geto had a twin brother.
âOh really?â He teased while finishing off his drink.
âDamn, Y/n is so fucking cute when sheâs drunk,â Satoru murmured over to Geto. Gojoâs flirtatious gaze held on you briefly. His voice sounded as if it was underwater, you couldnât help but smile at his compliment and burrow your face in the crook of Suguruâs neck. Damn, he smelt so attractive, like a dark and sweet candle.
âY/n⌠I think itâs your turn to go.â Shoko called from across you. âHereâs your card.â You turned your attention over to her while she was on all fours on the floor to hand you your card. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes looked at you with a hint of desire.
You smiled at her sweetly and took it, you found it a little difficult to read what the card said. The words looked as if they were waving around. âI canât read itâŚâ You pouted adorably.
âHere, hand it to me sugar.â Getoâs voice rumbled in his chest. âOkay it says; would you rather have long, slow sex every time or always have a quickie?â
âIâd want to have quickies 'cause I like it rough.â You admitted with no shame. Your words caused Geto to grip onto you a bit tighter.
âYou donât say?â Gojoâs seductive voice rang out while he eyed you hungrily.
Shoko giggled, her laugh sounded like music to your ears. âNo sweetie, who do you want to answer the question? Thatâs your card.â
Realization hit you and you laughed carelessly. âOh, whoopsies⌠how bout you answer this Gojo?â
âIâm the same as you, 'cause fucking rough is so much fun. Would you care to try it sometime?â
You bit your lower lip and batted your eyelashes up at him. âReally?â
âYeah babe, weâve been friends for about a year now and Iâm just trying to get to know you a bit better.â He whispered huskily, knowing damn well Suguru and Shoko could hear the both of you. He brought his face close to yours while you shifted in Getoâs lap to get closer to Gojo. He brushed his lips against yours in a teasing manner and then pulled away.
âFucking hell, donât get me riled up. I might just have to take you up to my bedroom after this.â He grazed his tongue over his top row of teeth. Satoru reached over to the pile of cards and grabbed one for himself. âY/n, would you rather lick me hereâŚor here?â He pointed to his abs and then to his neck.
âWhy those places?â Shoko giggled over at her white-haired friend.
âThe card specifically says not on the lips or privates.â Satoru flung his card in her direction. He then cast his flirtatious gaze toward you. âSo which is it?â
âBoth!â You sighed excitedly. âShit, what were the options again?â You slurred with a hiccup.
âAbs or neck?â Gojo repeated himself while beckoning you to come to him.
âOkay.â You giggled while crawling from Getoâs lap over to Gojo. You lifted Satoruâs shirt to reveal his mouthwatering abs, he was so fit and muscular. You eagerly settled yourself between his legs comfortably and dragged your molten tongue up his stomach.
âMmh, fuck.â Gojo groaned quietly, fully enjoying how hot this was. Your tongue tickled him, but he paid no mind to it and loved your cute little mouth making love to his strong abs.
Everything around you didnât matter and you solely focused on licking Gojo like a treat. Your intrusive thoughts got the best of you and you latched down and began to suck on his skin instead. You then left a small trail of hickeys down his taught skin and continued to work your way southward. You rested your hand on his thigh, and in return, you felt his large hand rest on your shoulder.
Your thoughts quickly became dirty and you tentatively reached up to rest your hand on Satoruâs crotch. You were pleasantly surprised to find him fully erect. âYou dirty girl. AhhâŚâ Gojo hissed out in pleasure when you stroked his length in an appetizing way.
Your sinful mouth sucked on his pale skin hungrily. You knew that some red marks would be left behind. Being the one responsible made you feel needy between your legs. Your mouth continued to make its way lower and lower. Soon enough your lips brushed against the hem of his black pants.
âHave you ever been to Paris?â Gojo murmured huskily above you.
âHuh?â You looked up with a dazed expression on your pretty face.
âCause I can show you the eye-full tower.â He rumbled with a flirty expression.
Your busy mouth came to a halt and a smile crept on your face, followed by uncontrollable giggles. âThat was the corniest shit Iâve ever heard! Youâre drunk Satoru!â
âWhat? I thought that was the right thing to say at the moment.â Gojo smiled cheekily with a faint blush forming across his cheeks.
Even Shoko and Geto joined in on the laughter. You pulled off his hickey-ridden abs and took a greedy drink from your cup.
âPlease donât tell me you used that pickup line before.â Suguru chided through hearty chuckles.
âAs a matter of fact, Iâve used it twice. And each time-â
âOuch! I canât believe youâd try to pull the same shallow trick on me! You gotta try harder than that.â You panted between fits of laughter.
âI bet heâs the type to be all talk and then finishes in three minutes,â Shoko added while rolling onto the floor snickering.
âNah, heâs more like. That has never happened before, must be because youâre so hot.â Geto snarked while imitating Gojoâs seductive voice.
âHey, guys enough with the mean jokes!â You defended. âHeâs just a squirrel trying to find his nut.â The three of you were wheezing at this point, while Satoru just crossed his arms with an amused smile.
âYou guys seem to be more drunk than me.â He mumbled with an arched brow, while he pulled his shirt back down and quenched his thirst for his alcohol.
Eventually, the three of you settled down and there was a moment of silence. Which was short-lived.
âMy turn!â Shoko sighed excitedly, she grabbed a card, and her face lit up as she read it. âOoh! Okay, Y/n, would you rather make out with me right now or in the bathroom where we can have some privacy?â Her smooth voice echoed in your mind while her amber eyes seemed to glow towards you in the dimly lit room.
You felt immense desire well up inside you, youâve always found Shoko to be alluring. You never wouldâve thought that sheâd view you in a romantic way. Youâve never kissed a girl before and the liquor in your system sent your confidence soaring. You crawled over to her instead of answering the question. She leaned across the circle toward you and met you halfway. Her beautiful face inched closer to yours, and being so close to her made you realize how good she smelt. Her scent was sweet like vanilla mixed with a faint flowery smell. You smiled at her with anticipation and she smirked at you in return. You admired her cute little beauty mark below her right eye. While you were taking in her pretty looks she greedily pressed her lips against yours.
She tasted like cherries, her soft lips moved against yours hypnotically. You gasped in her mouth when she tangled her l fingers in your hair to pull you in deeper. It felt as if your body was lit on fire with passion, and you succumbed quickly to her viper-like tongue.
Suguru and Satoru watched with starved looks on their faces while you feverishly made out with each other. Shoko grabbed you by your shoulder and pulled you even closer. You tentatively reached up and rested your hand on her slim waist. Things were heating up faster than you intended and you felt her sneaky fingers grip your thigh hotly. Her nimble hand snaked its way between your legs, causing excitement to burn through your veins. The both of you were completely enthralled with each other and forgot that the guys were still watching you. She kissed her way off your mouth and across your jaw. Her heated kiss trailed down to your neck while her hand gravitated closer to your core between your legs.
âMmh, ShokoâŚâ A slutty little whimper rang from your lips, stirring an insatiable hunger within the men watching.
You felt her slick lips form into a sultry smile against your neck. âHave you ever been pleased by another girl before?â
Your cheeks flushed and you shook your head negatively. âN-no. But I want to be.â You admitted in a breathy whisper.
âPerfect. Let me do the honors then.â Shokoâs smooth voice mumbled against the crook of your neck. Her hand that was between your legs brushed against your clothed pussy in your pants. A combination of delight and excitement washed over you.
Suddenly, you felt another pair of hands resting on the back of your hips and the presence of someone sitting behind you.
âI hope you sexy ladies donât mind if we join in on the fun.â Satoruâs low voice mumbled out from behind you. Your body immediately rested back against his chest in acceptance. He hoisted you up on his lap as if you were weightless. His body pressed against your back brought a comforting warmth.
Gojo feverishly snacked on the right side of your neck while Shoko left hickeys on your left side. Her dainty fingers ghosted over your clothed cunt. You felt her smile slyly against the crook of your neck. Shoko began to unbutton your pants.
The room around you was spinning and it felt as if someone had hexed the liquor you consumed. For some reason in your drunk state of consciousness, you craved this sexual pleasure with the utmost urgency. There was no rhyme or reason to your actions and your body succumbed to those wanton urges.
You lifted your hips to help Shoko remove your pants when you felt her tug them downward. Gojo took the opportunity to rest both of his large veiny hands on your soft and squishy thighs. You glanced over to see that Geto had positioned himself behind Shoko and began to caress her body while she shimmied your pants off of you. Once she flung your pants away she settled herself between your thighs and pushed your sexy underwear off to the side. Her hands pried your thighs open a bit wider and now your exposed core was on display for her and Suguru to see. Meanwhile, Satoru nibbled at the back of your neck hungrily. You felt his hands firmly pull your top off now revealing your juicy breasts to Suguru.
Her alluring face dipped between your legs and you felt her hot breath waft over your desperate little cunt. She placed a feather-light kiss against your pussy. Her silky soft lips glided over your dampening folds, she teasingly dipped her tongue into your entrance for a quick taste. Suguru made his way over to you to study your flushed face. He smiled at the needy look on your face and pressed his lips against yours. He gently groped your plump breasts with admiration. But his fondling was cut short when Satoru pushed his hands away so he could have a turn.
Shokoâs sneaky tongue slid up your pussy and against your clit deliciously. She lapped her tongue in your folds expertly, sheâs done this before. Shoko then focused her mouth on your sensitive bundle of nerves. She even went as far as latching down and sucking on it viciously. Your body squirmed under her promiscuous mouth and small whimpers of pleasure escaped your lips and into Suguruâs mouth.
Suguruâs lips moved against yours feverishly, he nibbled your bottom lip in a teasing manner while his tongue begged to enter. You obliged and your tongues twisted and slithered against each other hotly.
Satoru had a perfect view of Shoko going down on you and that fucking riled him up. The way Satoru had you on his lap, caused you to feel something hard press against your ass cheeks. The thought of Gojo popping a boner from Shoko eating you out made you extra horny.
Gojo couldnât take it anymore and unzipped his pants from underneath you and began to rub his aching rod along the inside parts of your thighs. His dick felt hot and firm against your soft skin. You glanced down to admire the way his cock looked. You never would have thought that youâd be fortunate enough to witness his large vein-covered rod. The tip of his dick was a soft rosy color and it leaned a little to the left. Despite how heavy it looked, it surprised you how it stood up erect on its own.
Shokoâs mouth on your desperate cunt made you incredibly wet. Your pussy was practically begging for penetration. Satoru was able to feel the mix of Shokoâs saliva and your arousal drip down onto his raging shaft.
Shoko couldnât help but give Satoruâs dick a little love. Her pert mouth welcomed him into her wet cavern with great enthusiasm.
âFucking shit.â Gojo hissed under his breath, Shokoâs mouth felt so inviting. She dragged her tongue all over his length to coat him up in her saliva. Shoko pulled away and guided the head of his cock to your slick entrance. She wore a captivated expression as she helped his thick tip squeeze into your pretty little pussy. Gojo stretched you out almost painfully. He was barely inside you and a small cry of discomfort and surprise fell from your lips.
âItâs okay baby, youâre doing so good. Just a little more and then heâs in.â Shoko cooed with an empathetic smile. She picked up on your slight discomfort and placed juicy kisses on your clit. Her tongue swirled around your clitoris. Her skilled mouth helped you relax onto Gojoâs shaft and soon enough, he slid all the way into you. Enthralling pleasure began to buzz through you and you were ready to move.
Satoru placed one hand on your hip and the other on your breast, teasing your nipple between his index and thumb. He set into a slow pace of pumping his rod into you. He was trying to savor the way your walls gripped him tightly. But the greedier side of his personality was taking over, and he simply wanted to rail you here and now. His thrusts became wild with an incredible amount of force. Youâve never been fucked this rough before, and you were certainly enjoying it.
Suguruâs hot lips kissed yours passionately while his friend claimed your pussy. However, Geto felt a small sting of jealousy toward his white-haired friend. To feel like he wasnât missing out he positioned his face between Shokoâs legs. He lifted her skirt to reveal her toned thighs and plump ass, wrapped in a sexy red thong. He slid his sneaky fingers down to her snatch, to find her pleasantly wet and ready. Suguru didnât waste any time and ravishingly kissed her cunt.
Shoko slurped your clit as if it was her favorite candy. Her tongue teased and tickled you, which made you even more saturated. Gojo has never experienced a pussy as wet as yours, which enticed the idea that this wasnât going to be a one-time thing. Thatâs for damn sure.
The overstimulation of Shokoâs hot mouth and Satoruâs penetrating length turned you into a bubbling mess. Since you werenât sober, this made the situation much more riveting. You flung your head back and onto Gojoâs broad shoulder. Which inspired him to plunge into you with more force than before, with each thrust you were able to feel his massive dick stretch you out almost sinfully.
âDamn it.â Gojo gritted through his teeth, he was about to bust due to your perfect pussy. He wanted to last longer and pushed the thought of release aside. You felt him abruptly pull out of you. âShoko, Y/n. I want you to make out on my dick.â Satoru commanded breathlessly.
This grabbed Suguruâs attention and he removed his mouth from Shokoâs pussy with a wet kiss. âCan you ladies do the same to me?â
Shoko popped her head out from between your thighs and rolled her eyes. âWho made you the boss, Satoru?â
âItâs okay.â Shokoâs expression softened when your mousy voice spoke up. âI think itâd be hot, we should give it a try. Then after can I suggest something?â You smiled almost innocently. Your natural beauty mesmerized your friends.
âY-yeah, anything for you babe.â Shoko flushed, her upper cheeks tinted with a faint shade of pink.
You flashed her a sugary grin and repositioned yourself on the floor near Gojoâs crotch. His pants were messily undone and his slippery raging dick stood up, ready for action. You laid on Satoruâs right leg and Shoko placed herself over his left. Gojo was able to feel your wet and desperate pussies through his pant legs. Geto went ahead and sat on Gojoâs right side, next to you. Geto had a large and noticeable tent in his pants, his cock was aching for attention. Without hesitation, you reached over and softly stroked his meaty package.
With no words being exchanged, you and Shoko began to kiss the tip of Satoruâs dick together. The sweet taste of your juices was the first thing you noticed. You lapped your tongue over the head of his rod and Shoko did the same. Your tongues tangled with each other passionately, while they slid over Gojoâs pink tip.
Geto looked down longingly at the way you and Shoko swapped saliva on Satoruâs length. Gojo caught him staring and guided Getoâs face to his. Satoru kissed Suguru with immense desire, he didnât want his friend to feel left out of all the fun. You felt Gojoâs hand envelope yours on Getoâs dick. He promptly pumped your hand on Suguruâs shaft, which caused his dick to get even more excited. Getoâs pants looked uncomfortably tight and you felt Gojoâs hand move off of yours and yanked his waistband down, freeing Suguruâs sprung friend.
You and Shoko took turns sucking off Gojoâs rod. She would briefly deep-throat him, kiss you on the lips, and then it would be your turn. You beckoned him down your throat, pulled off, and kissed her with your slick lips. You then placed petal soft kisses on the right side of his cock, while Shoko copied your actions and kissed his left side. Your mouth lowered down to balls and you engulfed his right nut in your mouth, sucking it softly and lapping your tongue on his heavy sack. Shoko followed your actions and sucked on his other nut, you felt Gojo tangle his fingers in your hair, lost in delight. Your tongue grazed against Shokoâs while you two made love to Satoruâs nuts. Shoko then brought her heated mouth upward and to the tip of his dick and greedily forced him down her throat. You switched to his right ball and sucked him off softly, while Shoko let him throat fuck her.
Muted moans of pleasure came from Gojoâs mouth but were quickly swallowed up by Geto. Their mouths moved against each other with intense passion. You felt Satoruâs hand speed yours up while the both of you jacked off Geto. You heard a small groan rumble from Suguru in response. You moved your mouth back to the tip of Gojoâs veiny length, you were greeted by a sloppy kiss from Shoko. The both of you sucked and licked his sensitive tip.
âMmh, Iâm about to cum, get ready to be fed,â Satoru murmured into Suguruâs lips.
You and Shoko obediently opened your mouths and stuck out your tongues, anticipating his release. Soon enough, he sprayed his hot clear treat on both of your tongues. You eagerly drank it up, loving his delectable taste. You and Shoko took turns sucking his tip lovingly as he shot his liquid down your throats.
Once Satoru finished, he guided your face down to Getoâs exposed dick. You removed your hand from his girthy shaft and placed a sweet kiss on his tip. Shoko crawled over to Suguruâs other side and began to run her tongue all over his cock. You welcomed the head of his hot and ready dick into your mouth. You fluttered your tongue around him expertly, while Shoko began to make love to his heavy balls. You were able to hear Geto and Gojo swap saliva intensely. Satoru tangled his hand into Suguruâs tied-up black hair, he knew just how to tug it to make Geto unravel.
You worked your mouth further down Suguruâs shaft and he quickly hit the back of your throat, you calmed your breath and let him pump his dick in and out of you. Your wet and tight throat felt immaculate to him, he could just stay there forever. Shoko teased and suckled each of his nuts, she loved the way his velvety skin felt under her swift tongue. While Suguru throat fucked you, Shoko began to touch and tease your body. Her sneaky hands caressed your breasts and hardened nipples. Her other hand found its way down to your wet snatch and hastily rubbed on your sensitive slit.
You eventually had to come up for air from Suguruâs thick cock lodged in your throat. You popped off him with a loud wet sound, and once you did, Shokoâs hot lips were on yours. As if she was craving your attention. She guided your bare boobs down to Getoâs slick rod with a little sparkle in her eye. She placed his dick in between your plump breasts, causing him to groan in delight. Your soft and squishy tits wrapped around his dick in the most comfortable way.
Shoko placed another passionate kiss on your lips and dove between your breasts. She sucked off Suguru eagerly while she fondled both of your boobs. As a bisexual girl, Shoko was in heaven.
Sheâd briefly slurp Getoâs rod, then sheâd leave feverish kisses all over your tits. She made sure not to miss a single spot on your breasts. Shoko especially loved how responsive you were when sheâd give your boobs attention, your little moans and gasps of delight sounded like music to her ears.
Geto instinctively began to thrust his length between your soft breasts, Shoko helped by bouncing them on his crotch. The sight before you was incredibly hot, the way his large veiny dick was surrounded by your tits caused a primal desire in your empty pussy. You could practically feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. You couldnât help but bring one of your hands down to your needy little snatch, as for your other hand, that one was for Shokoâs cunt. Your dainty fingers snuck underneath her skirt and traced her slippery outer lips, this caused a desperate whimper to come from her busy lip. Shoko sucked on Getoâs tip like a lollipop, while you rubbed both of your clits in little circles.
Gojo was already fired up again and his dick stood up proudly from his undone pants. The sight of Geto tit fucking you while Shoko sucked him off was more than enough for him to handle. Suguru noticed his friendâs predicament and whispered something in his ear that caused the white-haired man to hastily get out of his spot. Satoru swiftly stood above you and Shoko. Geto helped Gojo wrap his legs over his broad shoulders. Satoru made himself weightless, to save Suguru the trouble of holding him up in this position. Now with Gojoâs impressive length in front of Getoâs lips, he immediately got to work.
This was one of Satoruâs fantasies. Ever since he saw Suguru consume the large orb of cursed energy down his throat, he had a strong feeling that Geto would be amazing at the head. Suguru swirled his tongue around Gojoâs tip while he inched himself further into his mouth. Once Satoru was in his throat, he was able to feel intense cursed energy tingle the tip of his dick.
âMmh, fuckâŚâ He groaned out in surprise. Was Suguru using his technique on him? Regardless, the foreign feeling was quite erotic. Gojo wanted to hump his dick into Getoâs mouth, but the sensation of his cursed energy sent waves of pleasure all over him, Gojo did not need to move. It was as if he stuck his dick into a wet and warm vacuum, Satoruâs jaw went slack from this intensity. Out of curiosity, he tried to pull his dick out a little, but he was unable to, he was getting pulled down Suguruâs throat! That certainly didnât bother him though, as a matter of fact, it made him hold Getoâs face even closer to his crotch. âKeep me in your throat,â Gojo muttered breathlessly. âYeah, just like that. Ohh.â
Both Suguru and Satoru were lost in pleasure. For Satoru, it was having his hips flush against Suguruâs mouth. As for Suguru, it was the dirty acts his throat did to his friend, along with the way Shoko fucked your tits against his dick while she sucked his tip. This was all too much for Geto to handle and he released himself all over you and Shokoâs doll-like faces. His cum came out like strands of milk and it dripped from her face down onto your fleshy boobs. Shoko licked her lips clean and then began to clean his seed off your perfect boobs. Her hot tongue lapped up Getoâs juices in a fluttering manner. She then brought her face to yours and removed his cum off your face with her slutty mouth, as you did the same to hers.
Gojo wasnât close to finishing yet, but at least he was slick and ready for fucking. He reluctantly removed himself from Suguruâs throat and sat down beside him.
âSo, what was your suggestion?â Satoruâs blue eyes grazed over your wet breasts.
You stared him down as if he was a piece of meat. âI want to sit on your face.â
Gojoâs expression switched into a more flirtatious one. âOh? I didnât think a shy girl like you would be that bold.â
âI guess itâs cause Iâm drunk.â You smiled lazily. âAlso I want Shoko to sit on Getoâs face while we make out.â
That earned a small giggle from the girl beside you. âMan, drunk Y/n is secretly a freak. I like it!â She grinned over at you with approval and wrapped her arm around your waist snuggly.
Geto cleared his throat. âThat sounds like a great idea, but halfway through I want us to switch partners, just to keep things interesting.â
âThatâs fine, switching sounds good.â You agreed while resting your head on Shokoâs narrow shoulder. Sleep was calling your name, but your desire to find out how the rest of this night would play out kept you wide awake.
âMmkay, letâs get on with this. Iâm hungry for your pussy Y/n.â Satoru snarked while grabbing a pillow from the couch and lying down on the floor. Geto followed his lead and put his pillow next to Gojoâs, so their heads were across from each other.
You stood up and began to remove your soaked panties, they dropped to the living room floor soon forgotten. Shoko also undressed herself, her skirt pooled to the floor along with the rest of her undergarments.
You carefully mounted Gojoâs face so both of your knees rested on each side of his head onto the squishy pillow. He eyed your pretty pussy with a starved look on his face. He rapidly gripped your thighs and forced your cunt onto his mouth. You worried about the lack of air he had, but those thoughts soon vanished because of the way he ate you. His tongue swiped over your folds repeatedly, his nose was burrowed against your puffy clit.
Now that Shoko was sitting on Getoâs face across from you, she immediately brought your body close to hers. Her comforting scent of sweet vanilla filled your senses and you pressed your soft lips against hers. Her warm supple body against yours felt so right. The both of you kissed each other with intense yearning, her tongue intertwined itself with yours. Your left hand tangled itself in her straight brown hair, while your right hand messaged her plump breast.
Satoru and Suguru eyed the both of you friskily, certainly enjoying the view going on above them. Gojoâs wicked tongue flickered against your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to grind your cunt against his face desperately. His hands were still holding you down on his face, he knew if he let go youâd be a squirming mess.
Shoko was also becoming more unraveled due to Suguruâs teasing tongue in her pussy, her small gasps and moans of pleasure had become more frequent. Shoko pulled away from your face to admire the adorable flushed expression you wore. âYouâre just so breathtaking.â She gasped out in felicity and pressed her lips against yours.
âMmm, thank you. Youâre so fucking fine... Ahh, Satoru!â You whimpered out shamelessly while you felt Gojo tongue fuck you. He shoved it in you aggressively and pumped it in and out repeatedly.
âWhat about me?â Satoru gurgled into your pussy, with a playful look in his blazing blue eyes.
âYouâre hot too!â You moaned while trying to clench your thighs closer together, his hot mouth on your dampening pussy was sending you over the edge.
âWhat else do you like about me?â Gojo teased, then he swiveled his tongue around deep inside you.
You flashed him an annoyed look. âQuit being jealous-ahh!â His tongue flickered over that special spot inside of you.
âJust eat my pussy.â You hissed out in ecstasy while you gyrated your cunt on his face. Satoruâs hair fell messily in front of his eyes, but you were still able to make out the flirtatious expression he had.
âYes, mama,â Gojo mumbled into your slippery cunt, while he ate you like a starved animal.
Shoko gave your boobs a little squeeze. âLetâs switch, Iâm getting close.â She murmured against your lips, with a little smirk.
You nodded in agreement and pried yourself from Gojoâs grip. You and Shoko swiftly switched spots. Getoâs dark brown eyes greeted you ravenously, once you settled yourself on his face. He didnât waste any time eating you as if you were his last meal. He slurped on your clit while simultaneously fluttering his tongue over it, making you a mewling mess.
âOh, Suguru!â You cried out while smashing your lips on Shokoâs. The two of you exchanged breathless sighs while clinging to each otherâs breasts.
Suddenly, you felt Geto stick his thumb up your ass. A surprised moan left your lips, while he pumped his thumb in and out of your tight puckered hole. Suguruâs hot lips kissed and enveloped your pussy while he sucked on your cunt. His tongue brushed your clit rapidly, you had no idea that he was capable of moving his tongue that fast.
The combination of his intruding thumb and slick mouth was riveting. White hot pleasure overcame your senses aggressively and your legs shook as you came into his eager mouth. Geto drank your juices as if it were the elixir of life. To him, you tasted, heavenly.
âMmh, good boy, fucking drink my cum.â Shoko hissed while releasing herself on Gojoâs face with a sexy little moan, which you swallowed up while your lips moved against hers seductively. Satoru expertly lapped her cum up with his tongue.
Geto helped you off his face, and now you were sitting on his large lap, face-to-face with him. You noticed that the lower part of his face was slick with your release. He brought his lips down to yours for a tantalizing kiss, you could taste yourself in his mouth.
âTurn around, beautiful.â He whispered while guiding you to body the other way. You lowered your torso so that your ass stuck up in the air. Now you were face to face with Shoko, who was also on all fours.
You and Shoko brought your faces together and began to kiss each other zestfully. Her supple lips moved against yours with the utmost enthusiasm. The sensation of abruptly being filled with Getoâs hefty dick rocked your world. âAhh!â You moaned out in delight. In this position, he could get extra deep in your wet cunt. You instinctively clamped your thighs together from the intense waves of pleasure going through you.
You felt Suguruâs large hands grip your waist securely as he set into a steady rhythm. Each thrust you and Shoko received, caused your bodies to jolt forward. This caused your kisses to become more sloppy and inexact. Youâd try to kiss her on the lips, but a rough thrust from the man behind you, caused you to kiss her cheek instead. Shoko was also having trouble landing her smooches and decided to focus on worshiping your right shoulder instead. You followed her lead and began to leave heated love bites along Shokoâs narrow shoulder.
Gojo unexpectedly flipped Shoko over on her back, all while staying lodged inside her. He slid her body underneath yours, so her face was below your boobs.
âThere, now you keep each other busy while Suguru and I do some rearranging,â Satoru grunted huskily, this was something he defiantly wanted to see.
He didnât have to tell the both of you twice. You leaned down to engulf Shokoâs perky nipple in your mouth. You felt her do the same to you, she even reached up to softly grope your other breast. Her warm wet tongue felt amazing on your sensitive bud. She then began to switch between the two, licking and kissing your soft squishy skin. You copied her swift technique of swapping between her breasts. She smelt ravishing, you could just eat her up, literally!
Gojo and Geto watched in awe while the both of you sucked on each otherâs tits as if your lives depended on it. They felt incredibly lucky to whiteness such sultry acts between you two. Satoru couldnât help but break the distance between him and Suguru and kissed him roughly, while he fucked himself into Shoko.
Suguru gripped the crease where your hips met your thighs and began to ram himself deep inside you with powerful thrusts. His toned pelvis met your bubbly ass cheeks with loud claps.
You felt Getoâs large hand sneak off your waist and down between your legs. His fingers roughly rubbed fast circles across your swollen clit. Your breath hitched and small gasps of approval fell from your lips.
âYou feel, mmh, so sacred Y/n,â Geto grunted from behind your bouncing body. Your slick cunt gladly welcomed Suguru with each powerful thrust. âBut I think itâs time we switch, I know Satoru would like to have a go at you.â
âMmh-Kay.â You hummed in understanding.
Geto was right, as soon as he pulled out of you, Gojo was already on his knees beside him. Ready to finish the deed, Shoko was back on all fours and Satoru hastily maneuvered your body so you were on your back now.
âThere, good girl. Wrap your legs around my waist.â Gojo purred lowly, his handsome face looked down at your willing body with a sly smirk. You obediently trapped him in between your legs and pulled his toned waist close to your desperate cunt, slick with anticipation.
Satoru rubbed the head of his massive dick against your wet clit. âReady?â
âYea-yes!â You whimpered, mid-word because Gojo shoved himself into you balls deep. His lengthy rod filled you up completely. Shokoâs juices made Gojoâs dick nice and slippery, so he could fuck your pussy almost immediately. He set into a viscous rhythm of pounding his dick into you.
Gojo looked down at you with a wicked smile and a wild look in his eyes. âThatâs what I thought.â
He then shoved your body underneath Shokoâs, you knew what to do and began to suckle on her bouncing boobs. Shoko also returned the favor and bent down to latch onto yours. Geto was fucking her rather roughly and her whole body shook vigorously. Satoru was picking up pace as well, with each thrust from his pounding length, your pussy welcomed him with a wet and tight squeeze.
You felt Satoruâs grip on your waist grow a bit more firm, but he removed both of his hands and hoisted your legs over his shoulders. He shoved your body further down below Shokoâs. From this angle, you could see Getoâs girthy dick penetrating her pretty pussy perfectly. Your intrusive thoughts got the best of you and you swiped your tongue over her sensitive clit.
A moan of approval fell from her lips as you zigzagged your tongue over her nub. You could taste her sweet arousal, she was incredibly wet. Shoko lowered her head down to your cunt and returned the oral favor. She sucked on your clit while fluttering her tongue on it at the same time.
Geto abruptly pulled out of her and pointed his rod towards your lips. You welcomed him down your tight throat. âYeah babe, just like that.â Suguru hummed in delight. He then removed himself from your throat and continued to plow into Shoko.
Satoru also took advantage of having Shokoâs face near your crotches and fed his dick to her. âGood girl.â He groaned out while Shoko deep-throated him. Gojo humped her face a bit too roughly which caused her to cough in response.
âFuck y-â Shoko hissed but was cut off when Satoru shoved himself back into her mouth. All she could do was shoot him a spiteful glare.
Gojo abruptly pulled out from her damp mouth and plunged back into you with a pleasured sigh. He slid into you effortlessly thanks to Shoko lubricating his rod with her saliva. As his dick stretched your little wet cunt, you could feel your orgasm bubbling to the surface. He filled you up in just the right way. His hips rammed into yours powerfully, while his speed increased. Breathy moans came out from you that sounded like music to everyoneâs ears. Shokoâs teasing tongue on your clit made your release rise even faster to the surface.
You didnât have to say that you were close, Gojo could feel how close you were. Your walls began to twitch around his plunging dick, beckoning him even deeper inside of you. You could tell that Shoko was on the edge as well, her moans became more frequent and her saturated pussy was dripping onto your lips like raindrops.
Shoko made an adorable little moan when Suguru began to hit that spot in her just right. Her warm honey brown eyes rolled into the back of her head as she released herself all over his dick. This caused Geto to lose himself rather quickly and shot his cum inside of her with a godly hiss of pleasure. You couldnât hold back any longer either, your pussy clamped down on Satoruâs rod as he relentlessly plowed you. Your orgasm shook you to your core and you drenched his cock with your divine juices. Gojo was sent over the edge when he felt your hot waterfall of cum envelope him, he shot his copious amount of seed deep inside you. He made sure to empty himself in you completely, claiming your cunt as his.
Once everyone regained their senses after experiencing each of their climaxes, Satoru slowly removed himself from you. Suguru pulled out of Shokoâs cunt from above you, and droplets of a mixture of their cum fell onto your face. The hot liquid fell onto your cheek and rolled down to your lips. A dirty thought popped into your mind and you reached up to grab Shokoâs thighs.
âTurn around so I canât clean you up.â You purred seductively while eyeing her glistening lips with an insatiable hunger.
Shoko did as she was told and swiftly repositioned herself onto your awaiting mouth. She looked down at you with her signature grin, her beauty mark raised closer to her chestnut brown eye. She lowered her slippery pussy down to your hungry mouth. You wrapped your lips around her slick folds, you could immediately taste her sweet arousal and Getoâs salty cum. The combination of their flavors was like a special and unique flavor that you had the pleasure of eating.
With Shoko on her knees, Satoru quickly adjusted her body so she could lean down clean off his dick. Gojo laid on the floor at an angle, so Geto could join in on the fun. Suguru saw his opening and lowered his face to your cream-filled cunt. He made sure to bring his long-spent cock over to Satoruâs lips in the process. Gojo welcomed his dick into his mouth and sucked him off graciously. He was able to taste your sweet and subtle flavor on his rod along with the mixture of Suguruâs cum.
The four of you licked, sucked, and cleaned each other privates with great enthusiasm. A beautiful symphony of moans and groans filled the room while each of you enjoyed your special snacks.
You scooped your tongue into Shokoâs pussy, earning a burst of Suguruâs cum to fall on your awaiting mouth. You slurped up his cream, enjoying the taste. Shoko loved how your fluttering tongue felt while you cleaned her cunt out. Shoko gave Satoruâs rod loving licks, she made sure to even clean off his balls with her mouth. She enjoyed the way Satoruâs cock stood up proudly while she licked off the sticky liquid that coated him. She loved that she could even taste you on him, which made her eager to clean him off.
Gojo had Getoâs dick lodged down his throat, his mouth salivating uncontrollably around his thick rod. Suguru groaned quietly at the welcoming wet squeeze of Gojoâs throat. Satoru felt that he should be the one to clean off Geto since he let Gojo throat fuck him earlier.
Suguru ate the juice from your pussy ravenously, he swiveled his tongue deep inside you in order to get to Gojoâs cum in your sweet center. Suguru enjoyed your cunt as if he was eating a cream pie. Some of Satoruâs cum had dribbled down your thighs, and Geto made sure to lick and kiss that trail away.
Soon enough, everyoneâs genitals were free of slick cum. Your clean privates were shiny from wet saliva. Shoko gingerly removed herself from your face, while Geto got up as well. Suguru helped you up with a kind smile.
âIâm thinking we should head to the bedroom for some rest,â Geto murmured, pressing his lips onto your forehead fondly.
âGood idea, I call cuddling with Y/n!â Shoko raised her hand in the air adorably, her boobs jiggled in the air.
âThen I call cuddling Y/n from her other side!â Gojo announced playfully, raising his hand just like Shoko did.
âIf thatâs the case, then I call cuddling her too,â Suguru added with a dashing smirk.
Moments later you found yourself in Gojoâs king-sized bed. Satoru held you possessively on the right side of your body, while Suguru caressed you lovingly from your left. Shoko nestled herself on top of you, her face burrowed into your supple breasts.
Everyone was spent, and the effects of the alcohol were gradually wearing off. Suguruâs strong bicep made an excellent neck rest for you, while Satoru's arms wrapped around your waist were quite soothing. Shokoâs slender legs were tangled with yours and her breath became more relaxed. Sleep was going to overtake everyone shortly.
As you were about to drift off into sweet slumber, you overheard Satoru whisper. âWe should play would you rather, more often.â
Which earned a sleepy chuckle from Suguru.
âAgreed.â
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â Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader
â Warnings: mentions of food; typos.
â Summary: The one where Charles' has been dressing better and better each week. Fans can't help but tie that drastic change to a girlfriend, especially when he shows up wearing clothes from a small but very stylish brand, what they don't expect is that the girlfriend in question is the owner of the brand.
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yourusername finishing the last few touches for this season's collection âď¸â¨
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sunshinewest canât wait to get it!! đ
user2 I am so readyyy
switfiedirectioner I wanna be her when I grow up
⤡ 1distraction but u already grown, bestie đ lmao
⤡ swiftiedirectioner shut up let me dream đ¤
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charles_leclerc race week's about to start đ
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charleslerain things that arenât my business but I wish were: how charles takes his coffee
sainzinho the lil pink mug đĽšđ¤
fastandf1s whereâs that lil sweater from????
⤡ bonohammertime Its from @ yourusername s brand?
⤡ userforty it def is! Most likely from last collection if I recall perfecly, I have a similar one
trackfour Im gonna prepare myself mentally to watch ferrari shit show đ
iguser_ the pullover collors omggg and the fabric looks so soft
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yourbestie đđ I would bet on YOU this season
user01 omg yesss! I love red!
randomuser this looks fantastic, canât wait to see the other options
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tifosinha I refuse to believe this was Ferrari's doing, he's been on this team for years now and they NEVER got him this stylish. there's a woman's hand on this, istg
ferrarista01 the veins đŤŁđ¤¤
leclowncircus yâall worried about charlesâ style and rumored relationship meanwhile Iâm just no thoughts head empty appreciating those yummy pics heâs been posting
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notyourbus HEâS SOFT LAUNCHING
sainzfan whoâs that person wearing black?
⤡ lemonegasque million dollars question
lewforty LOL heâs so bad at other sports
arthur_leclerc as a climber youâre a great driver đ
schumiwoff I love the fact that apprently him and the girl -both- fell hahah partnes in being horrible at Snow Sports
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user47 itâs fine bestie, Iâm terrible at anything snow related as well lol
user90 whereâs that sunglass from?
⤡ yourusername its from yyy.com :)
popyn sheâs soft launching, I lost her đ
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randomuser33 that âprivate but not a secretâ type of relationship I WANT IT
user9 sheâs so pretty đđ
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Astro Observations #1
I am not a professional astrologer but I have been studying for some years and have made some accurate world predictions; as well as, predictions for myself and loved ones.
Why do capricorn placements have anger issues? Especially Capricorn suns born in January. I can't begin to count how many I have encountered.
Libra suns are so indecisive and passive aggressive!
Cancer children love their mamas. It's a shame for those who do not have good relationships with their mom.
8H placements are as intense as having scorpio placements outside of the 8h imo. So many transformations, it feels endless.
12H moons hide their emotions well until they are under the influence of alcohol.
Moon-Mars synastry is so intense, that you want to have children with that person. Some do.
11H placements were really meant to be seen in this world.
8h suns Idk how you do it. But allow yourself one birthday where you enjoy it to the fullest without being triggered and crying.
Gemini placements are a wealth of knowledge. They really just want someone to share their little fun facts with. People who are intimidated intelligence wise tend to try to humble them or resent them for this.
Aquarius placements can be a bit selfabsorbed. But their ruler is Saturn so they get karma back quickly. And sometimes harshly.
Aries placements can be a bit extra at times. I get it their Martian, pero Scorpio placements do not act like that.
6H people really do love animals and being of service. Its also a great synastry when its reciprocated.
The theme of your upcoming SR chart really does match the natal house of that sign.
Pisces Rising may have moved a lot due to their gemini 4h.
Mars in the 3h or mercury rx in 3h is the worst time to buy a car. Investment will be wasted.
Venus rx esp in 7h or 5h in solar return chart brings back a relationship with an ex.
Are you still reading??? GREAT đĽ°đ
Moon transiting your 8h or scorpio moon transits really does bring intense, eye opening dreams. Don't believe me. Track your dreams during scorpio moon each month.
Look to common themes across your SR chart, Lunar return chart and transits to your natal chart for the year. Eg. If your SR chart rising is your natal chart 4h and your lunar return has a 4h stellium, big changes on the home front.
Uranus transiting 4h in SR or Natally can bring big changes on the home front too
I hope you enjoyed. If you have any questions ask down below. I'll be doing more of these.
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yourusername: i caught the l-o-v-e
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isaichii: yeah and i caught the f-l-u
âłyourusername: don't be so dramatic
isaichii: PHOTO CREDITS WOULD BE NICE SINCE I WENT OUT 2 IN THE NIGHT TO TAKE THIS STUPID PICTURE
âłmikka.kaiser: it's actually 2 in the morning
âłisaichii: shut đtheđactualđfuckđupđ
âłyourusername: mb bro
yourusername: the photographer (and part time bachira lover) behind this amazing beautiful picture was none other than isagi yoichi
âłyourusername: that enough photo credit for you?
âłisaichii: yes also tfym part time bachira lover that's weird
âłmegubachi: loving me is weird? âš
âłisaichii: nO NO NO WDYM OFC NOT I'M A FULL TIME BACHIRA LOVER
âłmegubachi: I LOVE YOU TOO
âłyourusername: sigh
megubachi: we're so cute
âłyourusername: you're so cute
âłmegubachi: you got me giggling blushing kicking my feet curling my toes twirling my hair đ
âłhiyori: what the actual
reo.miikage: did this mf fr take a wine glass outside to take this picture
âłmegubachi: I DIDN'T MEAN TO
âłreo.miikage: how do you accidently take a wine glass outside
âłyourusername: he's js a girl đđ
âłreo.miikage: why did i even ask
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yourusername: meet my boyfriend and my boyfriend's boyfriend
tagged: megubachi, isaichii
isaichii: we're js two bros tfym boyfriend?
âłmegubachi: not what u said last night đđ¤Źđ˘
âłisaichii: sorry baby
karasu_tabito: biggest surprise in this post that you went to the gym w those two
âłyourusername: BYE UR SO RUDE I HOPE U KNOW EITA LIKES ME BETTER
âłkarasu_tabito: @/eita.otoya is this true đđ
âłeita.otoya: i'm sorry i didn't want you to find out this way đđ
âłkarasu_tabito: wow đđ
âłeita.otoya: WAIT I JS READ HIS COMMENT NO WAIT FR DID Y/N GO TO THE GYM??
âłyourusername: bye i hate you
nikkoki: who the fuck took the second pic đ
âłyourusername: that wasn't me i swear it was @/chigi.who
âłchigi.who: NO BC I WALK INTO FIX MY HAIR AND I SEE THAT WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO
âłhiyori: WELL U SURE AS FUCK WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO TAKE A PICTURE??
âłjulian.loki: you should have joined them
âłyourusername: BEO??
user1: the way loki came, told chigiri he should have join with isagi and bachira while they were pissing and then left without any further explanation is just such a loki thing to do
âłjulian.loki: i'm a man of few words
megubachi: i swear ily
âłisaichii: who?
âłyourusername: who?
âłmegubachi: YOU OFC UR SUCH A SILLY LIL GOOF BALL
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megubachi: believe it or not i do love y/n and isagi doesn't always third wheel us
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yourusername: SROP ILYSM I'M GONNA KISS YoU
âłmegubachi: do it no balls
âłshiidoryu: she would have balls but you keep kicking them
âłhiyori: FOR FUCKS SAKE MATE YOU DON'T NEED TO DESCRIBE SOCCER LIKE THAT
âłmikka.kaiser: FOR GODS (me i am god) SAKE IT ISN'T SOCCER IT'S FUCKING FOOTBALL
âłyourusername: SHUT THE ACTUAL FUCK UP I GOT A POST ALL TO MYSELF AND YALL HAVE TO RUIN IT
nikkoki: i thought this was a y/n appreciation post what's up the the third picture?
âłyourusername: i'll just have to accpet the fact that isagi will always be there
âłmegubachi: ily đĽ°
âłyourusername: ihy đĽ°
user2: fuck romeo and juilet i want what these bitches have
âłuser3: no bc fr both of them seem so happy despite the questionable moments the pictures were taken
rin.itoshi: that outfit ruined my entire halloween party btw
âłuser4: WAIT WHAT RIN THROWING A PART??
âłyourusername: srop it's been like 9 months since then
âłrin.itoshi: and i'll never move on from him twerking in a maid costume.
âłmegubachi: I HAVE A GOOD ASS OK STAFU
âłkuniisuke: w h a t .
nagi.seishiro: so the fourth picture is the reason why he couldn't come over to my house the next day
âłyourusername: sorry not sorry
shiidoryu: when's our sleepover y/n đđ
âłyourusername: OMG COME OVER TODAY !! I'LL BRAID UR HAIR !!
âłmegubachi: my monster says no
âłyourusername: tell your monster to fuck off
âłmegubachi: he didn't like that
âłyourusername: i'm sorry for the bad and for telling him to frick off
user5: context behind the last picture?
âłyourusername: he tried creeping up on me i got scared shitless so i kicked his lower titties, he fell bc it hurt sm i i fell bc i was laughing so much
âłhiyori: did you js call his balls lower tittes
âłyourusername: yes and?
âłkenyu.yukimiya: SAY THAT SHIT W UR CHEST AND
âłreo.miikage: BE YOUR OWN FUCKING BESTFRIEND
âłmegubachi: SAY THAT SHIT W UR CHEST
âłmegubachi: that fr hurt, the kids inside my balls didn't like it
âłyourusername: well deserved<3
bye this was so fun to write but i dont rlly feel it was very girlfriend like but it was it is
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My Hero : ĚĚâ Charles LeClerc
summary: when your heel breaks, you donât quite know what to, luckily for you, charles is there to save the day
It was typical. Just your luck.
You were used to going to busy events, glamming yourself up and making sure that you looked the part by Charlesâ side. Every time you had the same pair of shoes that you trusted to wear that kept you safe and left you without any injury. You loved how comfortable they were, when everything else around you was so frantic, it was a huge relief knowing that you could get from A to B without worrying about falling over or having to hold onto Charles to stop yourself from losing your balance.
However, as you headed to the restaurant you were meeting some colleagues at, your trusty shoes broke all of that. As you went up the kerb the heel got stuck, and as you tried to untangle it, you could hear the crack. Luckily for you, no one was around to see you troubled, but that didnât stop you from silently cursing under your breath how you were going to get through the rest of the evening.
Thankfully for you, your colleagues were just as organised as you, with one of your closest friends carrying a spare pair of shoes in her bag which managed to fit your feet in. With that, you tried to enjoy your evening, but it wasnât quite that easy. Behind your smile you couldnât help but worry, it would take forever for you to find a pair of shoes that would be as comfortable as these, to find a pair you could wear to one of Charlesâ formal events without living in fear that youâd end up embarrassing yourself.
Whilst you sat feeling sorry for yourself, your phone buzzed beside you. You quickly picked it up, feeling your smile turn up as you read a familiar name on your screen. It was if he knew that you needed just a little sign to try and brighten up your evening a little bit. You grabbed your phone, unlocking it so that you could read through the message that Charles had sent you properly.
Charles: hope youâre having a good time love đĽ°
Despite the fact he was enduring the busiest time of his year, in the middle of preparing for yet another race weekend, he still thought of you. It was never a text to tick a box, it was always a text because he genuinely cared and was wanting to make sure you were enjoying yourself. Charles was the one who pushed for you to go out that night, knowing that it would be a great opportunity for you to bond with some of your colleagues.
You tended to know where Charlesâ line of questioning came from, once he started, it didnât take long before he desperately asked you how long it would be until you were home and back with him.
You: aside from breaking my heel, itâs pretty fun!
You barely had time to breathe before your phone buzzed.
Charles: damn, youâre not serious right?
You: afraid so đ
The feeling of someone looking over your shoulder is enough for you to put your phone away again. You shared quite a bit with your colleagues, but your phone conversations with Charles were not one of those. Your attention turned back to what was happening at the table, midway through a conversation you werenât quite sure what was going on, opting to nod along and hope for the best.
What started off as fun, began to bore you pretty quickly. Your eyes started to dart off in all directions to try and keep entertained, looking around the restaurant until they landed on something you were not quite expecting. A familiar figure is stood in the entranceway to the restaurant, eyes scanning around the room.
Charles looked messy, his clothes werenât straight, his hair was like a birdâs nest and he still had his glasses on from whatever he was doing at home. You could tell he had moved quickly to get to the restaurant and find you. As he continued to search for you, you decided to put him out of his misery, excusing yourself from the table, dancing through the tables until you were stood directly in front of him.
âWhat are you doing here?â You whispered across to him, not wanting to cause a scene. âIâm supposed to be having dinner.â
Youâd never seen Charles look so relieved as he studied you closely, checking you over. He was silent for a moment, which left you feeling worried, taking a tight hold of his hand and leading him out onto the cold street so that no one was able to see the two of you.
âCharles?â You questioned again, poking gently against his chest. It was your turn to look closer at Charles, he had beads of sweat dripping down his face, his hands were clammy, surprising considering the chill in the air. âAre you planning on talking to me at some point?â You pushed beginning to get concerned as to why he looked so erratic in front of you.
âYouâre okay.â
Your brows knitted together in confusion, âof course Iâm okay.â
Charles didnât take your word for an answer and still checked you over one last time. âI thought that youâd hurt yourself, I thought Iâd have to take you to the hospital.â
Your head shook in disbelief, âwhy would I need you to do that for me? Perhaps, do you need to go?â
If it wasnât for the streetlight next to Charles you were concerned that he would end up passing out. He was barely able to catch his breath, sweat still dripped down him leaving you perplexed.
âWhat did you do? Run here?â
You were expecting Charles to immediately tell you no, but instead there was a bit of a pause, leaving you wondering if perhaps your assumption was correct.
âI didnât run here,â he eventually responded, âbut I moved a little quicker than I usually do when I think the person I love is in trouble.â
âIn trouble?â You frowned, glancing down at the new pair of shoes that you wore.
âI told you I was on my way,â Charles informed you, âyou said that you broke your heel, I was expecting to see you on the floor or something.â
The penny finally dropped, pressing your hand to your head. âYou thought I meant my actual heel?â
âOhâŚâ Charles stuttered as you reached into your bag and took out the broken one that you carried. Charlesâ smile dropped as he realised his mistake.
Your laughter grew louder as Charlesâ cheeks turned darker
He reached out for your hand and pulled you into his body, squeezing you tightly with relief that you were alright. Only when heâs convinced that heâs got the wrong end of the stick can Charles finally let himself laugh about whatâs happened, finding himself able to catch his breath and steady the beat of his heart again. You were alright, and that was all that mattered to him.
As funny as the situation was, it was yet another reminder for you as to how much Charles cared about you. He had never felt a fear like it thinking that you had broken your heel, no other thought entered his mind other than the one to get to you as quickly as he possibly could. The only thing he wanted to do was get to you as quickly as possible, terrified that you would end up going through something so horrible alone.
âI canât believe you sometimes,â you teased, throwing your head back to be able to look at Charles.
âHow was I supposed to know it was your damn shoe?â He huffed, smiling innocently back at you, âyou gave me such a fright.â
Your head shook as Charles kissed gently against your lips. âYou really are my hero sometimes, arenât you?â
Charles hummed in agreement with you, âyou know I always want to save the day for you.â
Again you wanted to snigger at him, but he was just too caring for you. âAre you heading back home? Shall I come with you?â
âStay. Enjoy your dinner, Iâll be at home waiting for you,â Charles instructed, âbut donât stay too long, itâs lonely being home alone.â
âTry not to break a bone or anything on the way!â You called out as Charles waved goodbye to you, heading down the road.
âShut up!â He shouted back, earning a few glances from some of the other people around you. You poked your tongue out as Charles as you headed back into the restaurant.
Ë*â˘ĚŠĚŠÍâŠâ˘ĚŠĚŠÍ*Ëďź
Once you were back at home, you threw yourself down on the sofa and opened up your phone, finding the messages that Charles had left you after you put your phone away.
Charles: Iâm coming, donât move sweetheart
Charles: Iâm so sorry this happened
And then came another, sent just after youâd said goodbye to Charles again.
Charles: Iâll always be your hero â¤ď¸
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A lapdog at a farm - chapter 1
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Farmer!John Price x Hybrid!Reader, hybrid! Kyle Gaz Garrick x hybrid! Johnny Soap MacTavish x hybrid! Simon Ghost, John Price x Nikolai.
Summary: When Price was young and left his childhood home, a farm in the middle of nowhere in England, he didnât enter the military. Instead he moved to London, got a degree and a good career, earning good money. He got you, a human dog hybrid as a pet, after feeling lonely - and you lived your best life for years, spoiled and pampered, Priceâs lapdog who got praised at every party. Loved and fucked every night. That was until Price decided to return to his roots and go back to farming - dragging you along to the middle of nowhere, away from all the wonders of the big city. Expecting you to accept this sudden change in lifestyle and pretend to be a farm dog. Bad luck however, because you fucking hated it, and became more and more unruly. In hopes of getting you to calm down and to keep his live-stock and farm safe, Price then got three working dog hybrids - and all at once, your life was even worse than before.
tags: Rape/non-con elements, dub-con, dog!hybrid!people being kept as pets, alternative universe - farm, dark, farmer!John Price, working-dogs, punishments, mating cycles/rut/heat (no omegaverse), the dove isn't dead but its dying, reader is a brat, knotting, animal tails and ears, mentions of trauma, violence, angst, hurt/comfort, collars, rough sex, breeding kink, biting, threesome, foursome, everyone is fucking your honor, enemies to lovers, chubby reader, reader has a pussy
author's note: Hi sinners <33 Just a heads up; the reader is gonna be a spoiled brat. If you want a smart and sweet reader who isnât mean at times, well. Bad news. This ainât it.đĽ°The reader is she / her and has a pussy and is chubby. I tried my best to keep the descriptions somewhat vague otherwise. Reader is a cocker spaniel hybrid. I will tell the others along the way. In this universe, hybrids have ears, tail, claws beneath nails and canine fangs. There will be heats and ruts but there is no omegaverse. They will have personality traits of their dog breed and so on.
Now. I know there arenât wild wolves in the UK⌠but in this fic there is, ok? mwah.
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The countryside was peaceful compared to the city; the absence of the bustling streets and constant traffic, created a quietness that was indescribable.
Out here, at the new farm, the noises only came from animals that lived in the stables and barn or the occasional rumble as a tractor turned on. The wind caressed the never ending fields of wheat and the long rows of fruit trees, under which the goats and sheep walked most days.
The stress here wasnât the same kind as in the city. Sure , there were stressful moments and sometimes Price looked like he needed to sleep for more than just the few hours he got everyday.
But he didnât have to worry about the morning traffic, waiting in a queue for an overpriced, questionable tea or coffee. There was no need for him to wear a suit, no noisy, overfilled train cars in the underground. No crowded dog or hybrid parks, no meetings or rules to follow - except those John Price decided for himself.
He was happy, so much was clear to you. It had been three months since the move - Johnhad gone back to his roots, buying back the farm that his parents had used to own a little while ago, using some of his endless wealth on renovating the place. There was no step on the stairs that was loose, like it used to when he was a kid - sure they still creaked, but you werenât afraid they would disappear from beneath you.
It was modernized, but most of the old charm left. Price fit right in; the furniture he had inherited and never believed he would use was suddenly in the living room. His knowledge of the business world was abandoned in the city, for the knowledge of farming that he still had left from his youth. John got a couple of farm hands and workers, who helped him with the big place.
It was like he reclaimed his own self that had been buried beneath the suits, ties and paperwork. Now he didnât smoke his cigars from stress, but from pleasure, clearly much content.
It was like the farm had truly made John Price happy once more; his smiles more genuine, his true self stepping forth. Returning to his childhood home and taking over the farm had been the best decision Price had made. There was no question about it.
⌠and you hated every bloody day at the farm.
The early morning hours in bed with him, being disturbed by the farm waking up, the rooster crowing and John leaving the bed, giving you a pat in between your ears, taking all the heat with him. The constant bugs, the muddy stables and the big animals, the helpers who always teased you for not fitting in, the lack of friends you had out here. The foxesâ screams in the night, the wolves howling, and the cows occasionally mooing sounded like creatures stepping out of nightmares.
You were not made for farm life. Literally. Simply not made for it.
Some would argue that you, as a hybrid pet, didnât have a say in it and sure , legally you didnât. But you were a lapdog, an elegant pet. Not a farm dog. Created to be cared for and cuddled, you were a purebred cocker spaniel hybrid; you werenât made to run around on a farm, following John on his duties And doing work.Â
Sure, you had the instincts to hunt a few things here and there, but it was mostly balls and the occasional bird or squirrel. You werenât a guard hybrid, not really a working dog.
You had had enough trauma throughout your life - you deserved not to be forced into this! You had grown up being trained to be a lapdog, not a working-dog like you felt like John expected you to act like now.
You wanted John to be happy, you really did - you loved your Master! When he bought you a few years ago, when you were still aggressive and unruly (⌠more than now at least), you had thought he would tire of you like everybody else had. But with patience, rules, training, praise and punishment and a whole lot of sex later, you were a perfect hybrid pet for the city! People always praised how well you looked, laughing when Price said you were really a little troublemaker. You would follow him throughout the fancy apartment, on your daily walks, sometimes for meetings.
But why the fuck did it have to be a farm? He worked somwwhat the same time that he did before, genuinely seeming to enjoy himself. Forgetting about poor you!
Out here, there were no hybrid daycare that you would go to when he had long days, there were none of your playmates nearby, everything stank of animals and there were no places nearby for you to get your hair and fur styled and pampered! No nail technicians, no fancy cafes, no shops for John to buy you things in! No special made coffee or chef-made meals every other evening, no freshly baked croissants.
You felt like you had tried . You really had.Â
But after the first week, you had your first breakdown - and as the weeks passed, they didnât stop. At first, John was sympathetic, like the perfect owner he was.
Cooing at you, kissing your forehead, as he gently scratched your ears. Kissing away any tears, saying it was okay - that you were just overwhelmed, that it would be okay. That you would come to like it out here.
Big fucking joke.
He had tried every trick in the book, in an attempt to please you and made you less upset, but as days turned into weeks and tantrums began to appear, you knew his patience began to disappear.
He followed professional advice and then the advice of the neighbors down the street, Rodolfo and Alejandro (who had caught you running away at one point), tried some of the workersâ advice. He had given you your own room, and it was mostly designed like your own, perfect to the pale green paint on the wall, all your toys and dog beds, your CDs - everything. He had tried hauling you along every day, trying to give you a routine to follow - but after two weeks, he gave up, not having the energy to deal with a tantrum that got worse and worse each day. He went on walks with you, fucked you silly, tried his best â and you didnât want it.
No, you wanted to go back to your old life. Not this country life that you hadnât signed up for, with horses that neighed loudly whenever you passed them; they were definitely going to trample you at the first chance, you knew that. You could hear foxes scream in the night, warning you of the dangers. The goats and sheep were so fucking loud and no you didnât want to go pick fresh apples off the trees - had he seen the size of the spiders crawling on them?
When you in one of your biggest tantrums took off and bolted from the farm in distress, Rodolfo and Alejandro had almost hit you when you emerged from the corn fields onto the road.Â
You had cried the entire drive home, no matter what the two men had tried saying, especially as Rodolfo called Price in advance â your master was livid . The worst thing was, that it was not that kind of anger where he yelled at you before punishing you - no, this one was almost silent, a sharp grip on your collar as he dragged you along after thanking his neighbours.
He had belted you then, ignoring your crying and screaming, only stopping when you broke, sobbing and going quiet. He had explained it to you then, what could have happened, what dangers you could have ended in - and as you sobbingly apologized and tried to explain, that you wanted to go back to the city, John had sighed .
Said that he had pampered you too much since he got you, which had made you greedy and attention seeking. Which only made you cry more, as you hid your face in his neck, fingers digging into his shirt, ass cheeks burning.
âSpoiled rotten, little birdie,â he mused, though you could hear the softness in him, your tail wagging a little, hoping to get him to be less mad.
ââM sorry,â you had whined in distress, upset with yourself as well, ears tipping down, âwanna be good but I donât like it.â
Your rather dull escape attempt resulted in several things. An AirTag on your collar, so that he always knew where you were. A remarkable lack of treats, sex and thenâŚÂ the crate .
You fucking hated the dog crate.Â
Sure, it hadnât been nice of you to bite one of his pillows into a simple pulp of fabric, feathers everywhere. Or create chaos in the kitchen⌠or get drunk on his fancy whiskey (that one had ended worse for you, hangover was a bitch and there wasnât much sympathy from John). And yes, you might have ripped most of the flowers surrounding the house up, until one of the workers had caught you. Maybe pissing yourself in the middle of the living room while staring him in the eyes and ignoring his warnings had been a littleâŚexcessive.Â
But the dog crate? You hated that thing with a burning passion.Â
Hated it when he locked you up, ignoring your whimpers and whines, your promises to behave, ignoring your little howls as he left.Â
Mean. The farm had made him mean. Perhaps you had become a bit unruly too, but it was like he didnât take your clear suffering seriously.
Mean and happy - unruly and suffering. What a pair you were. One of the workers, KAte Laswell, who was a big helper and often stayed over for dinner, suggested a fucking shock collar. You had growled, only stopped when John sent you a sharp look.Â
You had even heard him talking over the phone with somebody, saying that he didnât want to rehome you, but he didnât know what to do.
That had made you melt a little and you had cried as you had crawled into his bed a couple of hours later, begging him to not abandon you. Fears of never getting to see John again or being loved again by him made you cling onto him as he kissed away your tears, gently fucking you.
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It was a random morning a couple of days later, that you found him still in the kitchen, reading the newspaper, humming to himself while smoking a cigar.
He looked nice like this. Despite how he sometimes muttered about being too old, he wasnât really that old. Late thirties, and perhaps it was the peace on his face or the sun rays that kissed him, which made him look younger. But still. There was a decade between you, but days like this, you were reminded that it didnât matter.
âAre you going to stare all day or are you going to join me, Darling?â He asked teasingly, pulling you from your thoughts. You let out a little huff and kissed him good morning, receiving a pat on the ass before you sat down on your own seat. It had been a while since the two of you had eaten together - often he was up at the crack of dawn, so his calm behavior and gentle humming was unusual to say the least.
âWhy are you not working?â You asked carefully, as you ate some of the bread, trying to ignore how it wasnât a fancy sourdough one - though you were pretty sure he had picked it up from a local bakery in the village which was a little drive away.
âBecause,â he put the paper down, then tapping some ash off the cigar into his ashtray, before looking over at you, a pleased smile on his face, âyou and I are going on a trip.â
âA trip?â You didnât even bother to be embarrassed about how your voice got higher with excitement or how your tail thumped against the backrest of the chair as you wagged it, âwhere are we going? When? Can we go now?â
Price had laughed, a happy sound that you knew not many got to hear; it made your heart beat a little faster, made you feel butterflies in your stomach.Â
âWell, we got to do a few things first to get ready, and you ,â he used the cigar to point at you, your tail wagging a little faster, âneed to not freak out when I tell you where we are going.â
Despite the warning, tears streamed down your cheeks when he told you. John didnât get mad as a part of you had expected; he knew your abandonment issues first hand, knew how you had been left behind before, from one bad owner to another.Â
âYouâre going to sell me and leave me with a mean owner and Iâm gonna die of hunger and thirst - and - and ââ
âNot gonna leave you, princess,â John crooned, covering your face in kisses as you hiccuped and sniffled, clinging to his clothes, âyou know that. My favorite puppy. Pretty girl.â
Despite your tears and small sobs, your tail wagged at his words, âsilly puppy,â he mused with a smile, gently scratching your lower back, ââm not gonna sell you. Ale and Rodolfo are looking for a hybrid, I figured we could go look at the auction as well.â
âWhat if - what if - what if youâll like them more?â You sniffled dramatically, sure that your life was only going to become worse than it already was. One thing was this bloody farm and the crate, another thing was having to share Price. You didnât like the idea one bit. If that happened, you were going to show him how a proper tantrum was thrown - the crate would probably be the least of your worries.
As if to prove his love, John bent you over the table, fucking you in between the clattering dishes and cutlery, tea and coffee almost spilling over. Despite how many times your owner fucked you, it made you lose control of your mind every single time. His cock reached so deep inside you that it bordered on pain, your mouth open as you panted and moaned at each thrust; your soft stomach being pressed against the edge of the table, one hand holding onto the back of your collar, the other on your tail. The table rattled, John groaned and moaned, your fingers desperately trying to hold onto anything.Â
âMy princess,â he snarled darkly into your ear, âyouâll always be mine-â a moan, a grunt, â- no matter what happens, yeah?â
âYes ye-ah- yes, sir, Iâm yours - ah ah - Iâm yours!â you managed in between pants and wails of pleasure, fear of abandonment forgotten in the ocean of euphoric satisfaction.Â
You came harder than you had for a while; the reminder of your worth, of how you deserved his worship, making you cream around his throbbing length, legs in spasms afterwards. He pushed deeper, filling you up with a loud roar like sound, his hands moving to grab onto the fat of your ass and hips as he came. Pain and pleasure made your toes curl and a content sigh left you, your tail wagging against Price as he chuckled.
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The auction hall was filled to the brim with humans and hybrids alike. Every owned hybrid followed their respective owners, all wearing mandatory leashes so no pets would be confused with the ones that were being sold. You wore your own pink one with pride, gem stones sparkling. A matching leash connected to the D-ring on it, that also bore your tags. You were convinced yours were the most beautiful in this entire place.
âTheyâre bonded,â Laswell pointed out, pointing to the papers that hung nearby, showing off general information about them, âgotta get all three.â
You dared to look at the little board with the informations about the three hybrids they were looking at.
âAh, we don't have space for three, mi amor.â
âeso es una pena,â Rodolfo answered, while you looked over at John - who kept looking at the three hybrids. You dared to peek over at them.
All three of them were enormous .
Two of them wore muzzles, meaning they were biters. At least at the auction. You shouldnât judge then, not really, but you did... Even though you had worn a muzzle five years ago, when Price had chosen you. You hadnât tried biting people out of malice; you had been scared and angry at the world. Angry for being abandoned once more, over the fact that you were most likely being passed on to another abusive master. You leaned a little closer to Price, taking in his scent.
Even from the start, despite all the problems and your attitude problems, he had been sweet. Strict at times â probably not enough â but kind.
The biggest one looked like a Great Pyrenees breed, most likely. The fur on his ears and tail looked shorter, badly cut. Probably due to matting or if he refused to get it cut. His hair, a dark blonde almost brown, was in a buzz cut. He had scars, all over - unable to hide because of the lack of clothes most hybrids were given, only underwear. There was a lot in his face, though you suspected a bunch were hidden by the muzzle. He stared into nothing, his ears curled back, though they moved now and again, listening to different sounds.
âHard to get sold,â Laswell commented and you looked over at her in synchronicity with John, âtheyâre ex-military.â
Like he had been called to them, a man who wore one of the seller badges appeared.
âTheyâre obedient once they fall into place,â he happily explained, going full seller-mode, âtheyâre just not too fond of the auctions - too many people.â
âMakes sense,â Price mused, clearly interested - much to your annoyance. The fact that he asked follow up questions made you frown, fingers tightening in his shirt. He was here to look. To help Alejandro and Rodolfo, who both had continued their walk. You dared to look over at the hybrids again. All three were staring at you and John.Â
âHow come they were discharged?â
âOne of them got a hearing loss -â he nodded towards them, âthe one with the mohawk. And theyâre a bonded pack.â
âSo only retiring him was out of the question,â John concluded once more looking over at them.
You felt your tail go in between your legs. He couldnât be seriously considering those three . you couldnât help but let out a small whine. Price gave your leash a little tug.
âTheyâre working dogs,â the seller continued, his eyes flickering to you, making you huff, âso theyâll need something to do, not just be pets.â
âOh I know. I have a farm. Need some work dogs - this one isnât guarding much.â
They all laughed, your tail going even further between your legs with embarrassment.
âYou canât be serious,â you whined in a whisper to John, not caring that you sounded needy - spoiled would Laswell had said and you ignored her as she rolled her eyes.
âHush, Princess.â John didnât even look at you.
âYou have animals there?â The seller asked, âone of them is a herding dog - the border collie.â
âI do - several. Thatâs why there's a need for guarding dogs as well, bloody wolves have been terrorizing us.â
You knew he was telling the truth; he had muttered about dead sheeps and goats several times - even a calf had lost its life to the wolves in the area, despite he and Laswell having shot two already. Even foxes had gotten into the coop, despite the fences.
âTheyâre good at that too, with their training,â the seller offered, clearly interested in selling them or at least getting John to bid on them. âThe one with the mohawk, Soap , will have hearing aids with him, so you donât need to worry about that.â
You looked over at this âSoapâ, scrunching your nose. They were still staring, the biggest one bending down to listen to the third one, a beautiful black man, whisper in his ear. No doubt judging you.
âIt says here they donât do well with others,â you muttered, in a desperate attempt to sway John, pointing to the board with their papers. It did indeed say so, to which you wanted to argue that YOU should be his main focus in this whole thing - how would he even consider adding them to your household if these dogs could get a hold of you?
âItâs in the sense that theyâre not really housetrained to be social family pets,â the seller swooped in, pushing your argument away, annoying you even more, âtheyâve had missions all their lives. They need to have something to do.â
âIâm sure youâll get along with them, sweetheart,â Price answered, giving you a small scratch beneath your chin as he finally looked over at you, a glint in his eyes, âsome company will do you good.â
You huffed, crossing your arms. Hardly . Priceâs smile told you that he thought this was a great idea however. You dared to look at the men again. Still staring, fucking bastards.
The black man seemed like a mix of some breeds, German shepherd and⌠you looked shortly at the board. Belgian malinois. Fancy. He wasnât as tall as the big one, but broad and with scars as well. There was a more slender look to him, but his six pack proved he was strong. His curly hair wasnât too long, probably cut not too long ago. He was looking at you curiously, making you raise your upper lip a little, as if to warn him.
The one with the hearing loss looked like some sort of border collie - covered in scars as well, some of his skin looking like it had been too close to fire. He was broad like the two others, his upper arms the size of your head. He even sent you a cheeky grin, even daring to wink at you. You just looked away, tipping your chin up a little.
âYou can look closer if you want, sir?â
You were pulled back into the conversation at once and before you could argue, John had already passed on your leash to Laswell and walked towards the men with the seller. You whined, distressed that he was really, actually considering this.
âYouâll be fine,â Laswell commented calmly, with empathy in her voice for once, though she didnât look at you, merely at John and the others.
âHe is gonna lose interest in me,â you whined, perhaps a little dramatically, bottom lip wobbling a little as you could feel tears welling up in your eyes, âthen heâll leave me in the crate all day and only care about them anââ
âCalm down,â Laswell said, âyouâll work yourself into a fuss.â
âHe canât do this to me,â you argued in a sullen voice, already imagining John forgetting all about you, focusing on these three hybrids for the rest of his life, leaving you cold and lonely inside the dog crate - maybe even rehoming you, âhe promised he wouldnât get rid of me.â
âYouâre being dramatic,â Laswell answered just as calmly as before, âJohn loves you too much, youâre just being spoiled. Hanging out with some working dogs will do you good.â
âThey probably have fleas,â you said, your prejudices seeping into your words, knowing youâre being mean, judgmental against your own kind, âtheyâll kill me and eat my dead body.â
Laswell laughed. âNo they wonât. Worst thing theyâll do, is probably knock you up.â
A high pitched, scandalized sound left you, despite knowing you had an implant. Laswell laughed again, giving your leash a little yank and then scratching you behind your long ears.
âSettle, Princess. That wonât happen without Johnâs permission.â
You almost cried at the sight of John shaking the sellerâs hand.
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They all met up again for the actual auction part and you sat at Johnâs feet, sniffling a little. Crying hadnât helped, in fact John had just petted and kissed you, calling you sensitive. Alejandro had gotten a hybrid earlier that they didnât need to bid on - she was for sale for a certain price. Something about being too intense without enough space to roam, having attacked others before.
Fucking great. Beasts all around you.
John won the bidding on the three working dog hybrids he had been interested in - because of course he did. He spent way too much money on them too, according to you.
One more - or well, three more fucking things to hate about this âfarming lifeâ that had been forced upon you.
Maybe John had gone mad.
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