#All this hot mess being so easy to miss or ignore seems to be -the- point and one of the contributing factors in on itself

[missroki]

JJK MEN BEING GIRLFRIEND STEALERS ┊ TOJI. NANAMI. GOJO. GETO.

content: female reader × multi jik, black girl friendly, cheating, piv sex, vaginal fingering, implied sex work, car sex, reader is called pretty, good girl, whore, darling, pretty girl, and baby.)

TOJI’s strong grip tightens around your thighs, his hands unbearably warm against your chilly skin. he lifts you languidly, easing his cock inside of you at an easy, smooth pace. he’s being… nice — gentle, even.

he hasn’t seen you in a while, after all. he figures you deserve something real sweet for coming back to him so eagerly. the ac of the car makes your skin pebble with goosebumps but you ignore it to accept your lover’s slow, succulent kisses.

“hey,” he murmurs, his hold loosening to press against your back, stopping his movements. “you alright, darlin’? i saw you shivering–“ your lips press back against his, your hands moving to the base of his neck and tugging on the dark black tresses. you need him to fuck you, to take your mind off the guilt you feel everytime you do this with him.

toji doesn’t protest, a gentle smirk you feel against your mouth. you ignore the way your heart seems to flutter at his concern, instead focusing on the heat of his cock inside of you, the burn in your thighs as you bounce faster on his lap.

“huh? so eager today. i bet your little boyfriend gives you all the sweetness you need, yeah? that why you want me to grab your hair and fuck you like a whore in his car?”

a large palm settles on the top of your head, pulling you in close. his hands feel so good, make your mind feel dizzy enough to almost ignore his words.

toji’s hand presses but never tangles in your hair, his other gripping your ass cheek to lift you easier on his lap. he is still gentle, not giving in to what you want. what you need. “toji…” you whine, almost embarrassed when he laughs against your hair.

“alright, pretty girl. you win. get in the back so we can leave him a big surprise, yeah?”

NANAMI kento is a good man. he is kind with a strong conviction, a pillar of what would be deemed the perfect partner in most of society’s book. you know that he would make you happy, make you feel safe and secure and loved. but it wasn’t enough. you couldn’t leave your boyfriend, not now. not ever... but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

especially when kento fucks you this good, a mess of limbs in the sheets, muscles tense as you grip onto the edge of the mattress. hot, wet kisses are left on your neck and shoulders, intense and possessive as your braids hang off the edge of the bed. sweat causes your baby hairs to curl ever so slightly on your forehead.

every thought topples out of your mind when he gets like this, the smell of sex more intense than the candle you lit only a few minutes before his arrival. his cock plunges in and out of you at a record breaking pace, deep strokes that have you mewling against your arm – his thick length keeping you nice and full as his hips snap into your ass.

you reach behind you to caress his cheek, but your lover pins in back into place, fingers interlocked with yours.

“no, don’t move,” he grits out, “want to watch you take it like a good girl.”

you can’t help the whimper that leaves your mouth. it is a moment of weakness when the words rush from you. “fuck, kento i love you. i love you, baby. please please please!”

you can’t say you don’t feel guilty, but you’ve spent enough time with nanami kento to know he wouldn’t be too keen on being the other man. the way his hips falter and his arm moves to wrap around your waist is telling. he presses his face between your shoulder blades. “i love you too, sweetheart. missed you so much while you were gone.”

you had left to make your appearance as your boyfriend’s doting arm piece, having to leave the country to fulfill your duties. what nanami doesn’t know won’t hurt him either, and that includes the expensive engagement ring tucked in your clutch.

your face feels flushed, gaze lowering because you’re unable to meet the ravenous expression on his face. it’s way too intimate this way, GOJO is your best friend, after all. or, at least he was before all of this.

when he fucks you, it’s hard to remember where you begin and where he ends; sneaking around for months into empty rooms while your boyfriend sat in waiting only a few doors down.

it was always at these expensive dinner parties that he wanted to snatch you away, as if making a game of how fast he could make you cum and get you back before suspicions grew.

you’d only just started but his fingers fuck you with purpose, your dress pooling around your waist as he lifts your leg to wrap around his hips. you imagine that he feels the way you buck into his hand and grip his dress shirt with just enough pressure to not add wrinkles. “satoru,” you moan, as quietly as you can, “w-what if he comes in here? what if he sees us–“

“let him,” he muses, lifting the hand on your thigh so that it grips your chin. he presses closer to keep you in place and you feel his fingers move deeper inside your tight hole, “might as well get it over with. i can call him now if you like?”

you feel a surge of panic, thinking it best to push your lover away and go back to the party… but the heat in your belly is much more convincing. your eyes flutter as they stare into a brilliant shade of blue. “you’re awful,” you respond, breathy and docile against his touch.

it’s confusing. gojo fucks you like he loves you, like he desires you because it’s you. his fingers are long and unrelenting, the evidence of your arousal drips onto his palm as his thumb rubs your clit in hurried strokes. “you like it, that’s why you’re gonna cum for me, right? make a mess in his study?” he seems positively elated at this revelation while you pretend not to enjoy it as well.

“cum nice and hard for me, baby. want you to feel good with just my fingers.”

to muffle your moans, you press your mouth into his crisp white dress shirt. you realize all too late that your red lipstick will stain the fabric… but the idea of you leaving him in your marks, sends you over the edge, your tongue pressing against his shoulder and your legs shaking.

you smile at the sound of his belt unbuckling.

GETO moves in a mindless sort of way, his cock throbbing hotly inside of you with every shudder of breath you let out. he doesn’t move, just plugs you full of him while his fingers rub your clit in slow, steady strokes. “just relax, baby.” he had said. “i’ll make you feel better than he ever could.”

it wasn’t a bluff, either. even with his cock simply nestled inside of you, the feeling of his fingers is better than anything you’d experienced with your boyfriend. sparks shoot down your legs and back up to your chest. your legs are spread so wide that if anyone were to come in they’d be able to see every dip and curve of your nakedness.

you whimper as his other hand comes up to pinch your nipples, sucking on the skin of your neck with the same gentle but firm touch. you can’t help but melt into his lap, to helplessly gush all over his cock and reach back to tangle your hands into his soft dark hair.

“you smell good,” he murmurs against your skin, “so sweet. like candy.”

“it’s coconut.” you respond, your mind hazy enough to be so loose-lipped. “my boyfriend chose it.”

geto chuckles, pinching your nipple just a little bit harder as punishment. “talking about another man while i’m inside of you. have you no shame?” you know he doesn’t care, that it turns him on even more when he twitches inside of your heat.

the teasing makes you preen. “he likes it when i fuck you, says it makes me nice and wet for him.”

“huh. is that so?” you nod.

geto suddenly lifts you and a gasp leaves your lips, the feeling of him moving feels foreign after cockwarming for so long. he grips your thighs now, lifting you up and down on his length in deep, slow strokes. “guess i should give you your money’s worth then. make sure i plug you full so he can taste me later.”

MISSROKI. all original work. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost. this includes feeding my work to ai apps and sites.

#‧₊˚ 🖇️ ۫ ⭒ — sorin writes. #gojo x reader #toji x reader #nanami x reader #geto x reader #gojo x female reader #toji x female reader #nanami x female reader #geto x female reader #gojo smut #toji smut #nanami smut #geto smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk headcanons

[roanniom]

King Steve flirting with inexperienced never been flirted with reader

Smartest

King!Steve Harrington x tutor!fem!reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, PIV/unprotected sex, teasing, coercion but consensual, King!Steve is a manipulative douchebag and is his own warning

“You’re really good at this stuff,” Steve says, watching for your reaction as you scribble math equations across the notebook paper. He can see embarrassment bloom across your features and he has to suppress the zing of triumph he feels. It’s so easy.

It makes him want to push it.

“It’s kinda hot.”

The pencil stops in its path and your eyes shoot up to his, brow raised.

“I’m not…that’s…you’re messing with me, Harrington,” you finally settle on in what you hope is a dismissive tone. Steve notes the way your hand writing becomes more shaky. He sucks on his teeth for a second before chuckling.

“I don’t know why you’re trying to be modest. Hot girl like you must be raking in the compliments.”

You shake your head but don’t look up from your work. Well…his work. The homework that you’re doing for him even though you were supposed to be tutoring him so he doesn’t fail algebra and miss out on basketball.

But his hand is suddenly on your knee.

“Look at you ignoring me. What, you tutor a football player that’s stealing all your attention? Nothing left for me?”

“I…I don’t tutor the football team,” you answer, dumb in spite of your high IQ. You look up and Steve’s grin is big, glad he could finally distract you. He’d gotten bored with the repetition of watching you do his homework. He’s got nothing else lined up today, might as well have some fun. It’s not like his parents are home and it’s a shame to waste a big empty house.

“Thought I was your favorite pupil,” Steve says in a mock whine, giving you puppy dog eyes that seem to short circuit your brain.

Bingo.

You can do his homework later.

“Y-you are,” you admit shyly. It makes Steve smile at you again and your heart bursts, the shriveled up crush you’ve been nursing for years finally being watered and rehydrated. You can hear your heart beat in your ears.

“Good. Because you’re my favorite hot tutor,” Steve says with a wink. You swallow visibly at that and Steve laughs. “You’re still acting like nobody’s ever called you hot before and I call bullshit.”

“No….nobody’s ever called me hot before,” you say in a small voice. Steve’s eyes widen for a second. He’d been pressing on that point, not really thinking too hard about whether or not it could be true. It was just mindless flirting. And pretty lazy flirting, to be honest.

He takes the space of a second to wonder if he feels bad about your clear inexperience and insecurity. Instead, he feels a dark, sour tinge of excitement. Your obvious interest is an opportunity. He doesn’t take any time to analyze whether he should be ashamed of that thought.

“Do you like it when I call you hot?” Steve asks. It’s not a question. Not really. Not when he knows the answer is yes. But he’s angling for something as his hand slides up from your knee to your thigh. You drop the pencil fully and give your attention completely to him.

“Y-yeah. I do.”

“Do you like it when I do…this?” Steve ask, lifting your arm and delivering a kiss to the inside crook of your elbow. You squirm but a smile starts forming on your face.

“Yeah.”

“And this?” Steve asks, moving up to kiss your bare shoulder, just beside the spaghetti strap of your sun dress.

“Uhuh.”

Steve moves to the edge of his seat so that his knee moves between your thighs under your skirt. You squeak a bit at the new proximity. One of Steve’s large hands grips your waist, pulling you to him so he can mouth at the side of your neck.

“What about this?”

The feeling of his lips on your skin lights you on fire and you find it hard to keep responding.

“Oh…” Your thighs try to close, a sudden twinge of need at their apex urging you to seek out friction. You end up squeezing your legs around his knee which has pushed between them. Steve pulls back and smirks.

"Oh," he teases. He slides his hand over the slope of your hip, to your stomach and down to your lower abdomen over the fabric of your skirt. Steve’s heavy lidded eyes find yours. “You seemed to really like that, huh?”

“I….I….” you stammer, unsure of what to do with your hands so you drop them to rest shakily on his forearms. Steve leans forward again, dropping his wet open mouth to the curve of your neck and sucking.

“Oh…fuck,” you whimper broke my. Steve chuckles against your spit-slicked skin.

“How am I supposed to learn from you if you’re going to set a bad example like that?” he asks wryly. You blink at him, watching as his hands move to the buttons at the neckline of your sun dress. Your chest rises and falls more rapidly as your breathing speeds up, both with arousal and anticipation.

Steve undoes the top button with deft fingers. Instead of shrinking away, you arch your back almost imperceptibly towards his hands. Steve definitely notices.

“Ohhhh,” he says teasingly. “Or does the tutor want to learn a thing or two from the student?” His voice is lilting and light, but his eyes are dark. You look away for a second before looking back at him. Eyes the tentative. Nod small. Steve nods back along with you. “Okay then. We’ll first of all, we have to have the right workspace, don’t we?”

When you nod, Steve surprises you by standing up and swiping all the books, papers, and writing utensils off the dining room table and onto the ground in one broad sweep of his arm.

“Steve!” you squeal out in surprise, slapping a hand over your mouth. You know his parents are out of town and the two of you are alone, but when he grabs you and manhandled you to sit on the table, you suppress the startled shriek that tries to come out. Steve pulls you to the edge of the table and bullies his way between your legs, your thighs bracketing his hips. Steve’s hands return to the buttons of your dress.

“Then we have to gather the right materials. See what we’re working with, right?” He pauses, looking at you for confirmation as if you have any idea what he’s saying. You nod mindlessly and Steve proceeds to rip open the last few buttons, exposing your bra clad breasts. He hums in satisfaction as you cringe in embarrassment over the exposure. But all embarrassment leaves you when his big hands close over your breasts, squeezing and groping appreciatively.

“Mmmm yeah. These’ll do,” Steve hums before leaning in and kissing over where they swell out of their cups from the squeeze of his strong hands. You gasp when he yanks the bra down to expose them fully. Steve’s brows life. “These tits’ll definitely do.”

Next thing you know, Steve is kissing and sucking his way from one breast to the other, leaving you a twitching mess in his arms. You feel a hardness press into your apex beneath the skirt of your dress and it occurs to you that he’s turned on just like you are. Which is a stupid thought since he’s literally sucking hickeys all over you right now, but your lust addled mind can still barely comprehend that this is happening right now.

When you begin rolling your hips into that hardness, Steve takes notice.

Pulling back, lips wet, he grins at you.

“Me playing with these tits not enough for you?” he asks, one hand still fondling your breast. Lucky for you, he doesn’t seem interested in a reply. Instead he flips your skirt up, showing the dark wet patch that’s bloomed in your panties and - more importantly - the erection clear in his tight jeans. “That’s alright. It’s not enough for me either.”

You blink slowly as you watch him grind his hard on against your clothed pussy. The friction catches on your clit and you gasp, unable to take your eyes off the outline of the shape pressing against you. Steve takes your hand and brings it down between your bodies, squeezing to make you grip his cock.

“Feel that? You did this to me,” he says, almost accusatory if not for the chuckle. A possessive thrill of pride runs down your spine and you squeeze at him, making him grunt in appreciation. Steve looks up at you from beneath his lashes in a faux display of boyishness. “Gonna help me out here?”

You nod feverishly.

“Yes…I…please–,” is all you manage to get out before Steve’s mouth is on you. The kiss is deep and possessive and aggressive and you feel absolutely devoured. His hands feel like they are everywhere at once, paradoxically, as he pulls at you and grips you and grabs you. So distracted see you by his mouth and tongue that you barely register a moment of cold air hitting between your legs before the warm slide of something hot and thick rubs against your opening.

“Now for the big lesson,” Steve says, the corner of his mouth curving lasciviously. The fat head of his cock teases at your clit, making you sink your nails into his arms. He’s big. Huge even. And that’s the last thought you have before he’s begin to slide himself inside you, splitting you open.

“Steve!” It comes out in a rush with all the air he punches out of you with the penetration. Steve kisses your neck and hums.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.”

He bottoms out and there’s nothing but your ragged breaths to fill the silence for a moment before he’s pulling out, causing you to reel again.

“I know it’s big, baby, I know,” he coos. The taunting cockiness should put you off, but for some reason it heats you up even more. One his hands finds your clit and you let out a moan at the expert circles he begins to rub in.

Your walls relax with the stimulation, and your increasing wetness makes it easy for Steve to begin fucking you in earnest.

“Taking it so well, baby. Fuck.”

His words ring in your ears and it feels like everything begins and ends with Steve in your line of sight.

“Oh…oh…” you moan with each inward stroke. You’re rocketing towards a climax better than your most lavish fantasies.

Steve Harrington is fucking you. On his dining room table.

Your arms are around his neck, but eventually he pushes you down so your back is flat against the wooden surface. With his hands on your hips, Steve holds you steady so he can piston his hips at a break neck speed. Your entire body rocks against the table, Steve’s eyes focused on the bounce of your breasts with the force of each thrust.

“This is so much better than homework, fuck!” he groans out. You let out a breathless laugh at that and Steve looks down at you. “This is what you wanted, right? For me to fuck you all this time?”

The embarrassment surges up again but he hits a spot deep down inside that makes you whine instead. Steve takes it as confirmation.

“Bet you’ve been wet every time you’ve come over here. Just hoping I’d fuck this - fuck. This tight little pussy.”

“Yes. Yes, Steve.”

“Yes, Steve,” Steve mimics your pathetic, breathy confession. He’s close himself now, and his fingers are sure to leave bruises from the force of him squeezing you. “Next time I should just bend you over while you’re doing my work and fuck you. How’s that sound?”

You don’t say anything, too far gone at this point, and Steve laughs.

“Probably wouldn’t be able to keep doing my work with my cock in you. Makes you too brainless apparently.”

You’re practically drooling as you gaze up at him with hazy eyes, seconds from your orgasm. You being so out of it is what’s doing it most for Steve.

“Christ, look at you. Smartest girl in school and here you are, fucked stupid. It’s so. Fucking. Hot.”

And you - someone who until today had never been called hot ever - find yourself breaking into a million pieces with his words. Your orgasm crashes over you and you spasm around him, back arching off the table as you let out a massive cry.

~*~

Over time you are able to build up to a point where you don’t go as brainless. Eventually you’re able to kind of still do his homework as Steve fucks you.

But inevitably during every tutoring session there comes a point where Steve hits that place inside you just right, and his filthy words filter into your ear - and you go dumb.

Just the way he likes it.

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[corollaservant]

(18+) missed you // dabi x f!reader

dubcon/noncon, yandere, oral (f), implied drugging, lowercase cause bored

sick art by @birf__ on X // link (for the whole thing)

it's quiet when he enters the apartment. you barely hear him as he murmurs a soft ‘’i'm home’’—you're watching tv absentmindedly. the next words will define how the evening will go. a ‘’stand up’’ means it’s bad, a ‘’missed you’’ means it's worse. 

‘’i missed you’’ he says, ‘’come here’’ but you don't move. he advances towards you, sitting down as he looks in your eyes. ‘’did you miss me?’’ he says, voice almost whiney, there’s some dried blood under the staples. ‘’i did’’ you lie, not bothering to put up a fight. his lips are on your neck, painted fingers groping and squeezing what feels like your carotid artery, he’s needy and seems desperate. 

‘’you’ve been so good today’’ he hums as if you’ve accomplished anything, all you did was sit sedated on his couch, not bothering to get up at all. 

‘’i think i’ll reward you baby’’ he breathes on your wet neck, bringing what feels like dry skin—his lips on yours and sliding his tongue in your mouth. but you don’t back away, you intertwine tongues, as you notice him nudging closer, both hands around your neck, i can breathe, you think.

the next thing happening is you’re lying down on the couch—under no circumstance would he bother carrying you to bed, his day has been exhausting as is, you’re naked and trembling, it’s cold in the apartment but a heat always follows him. you’re also soaked, what were you supposed to do with his fingers rubbing persistently and splitting you apart? stupid body—reacting in stupid ways. his head is already in between your legs, folds parted, metal gliding from your thighs to your inner lips, your cunt twitches in anticipation, as he plays with the heat and you mewl. 

‘’p-please..Dabi’’ you tell him, how desperate you actually seem but he doesn’t mind. not today. 

‘’i know, baby’’ he murmurs, tongue lapping at your slit, swirling around your swollen clit, he will go easy on you today. a harsh slap echoes in the room, his hand comes in contact with your bare thigh as you scream. 

‘’be quiet, not too much noise.’’ he grumbles, the position annoying him, he can’t get full access to the hidden treasure, his day’s reward.

you’re being lifted from the couch in seconds, only to find yourself on top of him, he’s lying down this time as your naked body quivers atop, pussy positioned on his mouth, black painted hands gripping your waist.

‘’stop fidgeting pretty’’ he says but you can’t be patient, you need his tongue in you, your walls a hot and sticky mess—he can tell and he hasn't even done much. he's in your cunt again, spitting on it as saliva dribbles down his chin and onto his chest, a look below would show you his half lidded eyes staring at you, a large handprint decorating your left thigh and he’d only spanked you once. your fingers tug on his white hair with caution, would he smack the same spot again? but you don’t really care at the moment, as you timidly start grinding on his open mouth and nose, trying to get your relief—his grip on your waist tightens. he's licking up your sopping slit, inching closer to the nub and it tingles, he tickles you and you jerk, overstimulated clit pulsating and causing you pain as you whisper: ‘’p-please, s-suck it.’’

he is in a good mood today, that’s why he spanks your thigh, same spot, heated palm and the pain shoots up your core as you dampen his mouth. 

‘’don’t tell me what to do.’’ mouth full of your pussy, and you blabber. fuck-Dabi-agh!-there there! since he’s given you unspoken permission—by not gagging you, you continue; you tug harshly at the white strands that get tangled in between your knuckles and you feel your core tighten. your clit twitches, signaling a tormented orgasm, hips buck up his nose, as he shuffles. his dick isn’t the priority here but he can’t ignore the constant reminder.

‘’D-dabi, i–im gonna—’’ you pant as he slaps your thigh again; same spot, same viciousness and spits a big glob on your cunt—it’s too many sensations at once, a lapping tongue with your arousal and his saliva expecting to get more out of you, the abuse on your nub, the pain from his hits, the longing eyes and sloppy mouth full of your slick as you cum crying. eyes brim with tears, hips jerk on his face, while he tastes your cunt’s sweetness, half-smile forming on his stained features. 

it's always worse when he tells you he missed you. it means you have to prepare yourself to like what comes next. 

#mha x reader #dabi x reader #dabi smut #yandere dabi #dabi x you #todoroki touya x reader #tw dubcon #tw noncon #had 82737 wips but brainrot took over #check their art on twitter btw!

[norrisleclercf1]

Hey Dad

Pairing: Charles x Mom!Reader x Lando

Rating: PG-13

Words: 2.2K

Warnings: major angst, Reader is facing her lies, Elijah is lost and needs answers, Elijah blames you for not having a relationship with his father. Charles drives for RedBull and Lando Mercedes, deal with it

Synopsis: Elijah didn't want to be at the race, he couldn't be around his family right now. He was tired of the lies. Thankfully the biggest lie is there at the race

A/N: Elijah is 15 and Cecile is 11, also this might seem chaotic writing because this is from Elijah's POV so it's his messy mind trying to put everything together

Our Boy Series Masterlist / Our Boy / The Hunt for Fruit/ Together Again

Elijah knew he should've stayed in bed. He should've rolled back over and missed the Monaco GP. That's what he should've done. Instead, Cece came barging into his room without a care in the world and kicked her older brother out of bed. Literally kicked him. Sitting down at breakfast, watching as his Pa dotes on his Dad and Ma, he should've told them he didn't want to go. 

But seeing how happy his Pa was at being home and racing in Monaco, held his tongue. Ma would've let him stay when he voiced his dread. This bottomless pit ever since they walked through their apartment doors. Instead, he waved it off and just acted his usual self. Now, here he is in the hot weather feeling this dread grow more and more. 

Could this be a sign again? He still remembers when Dad got in his horrible accident. The same feeling was there. He can still remember listening through the radio as he crashed, the screams coming from you. Shaking his head, riding those dark thoughts, he takes several deep breaths. "The hell is wrong with you?" Groaning, he turns his head, looking at the face of his annoyed sister. 

"Go away, Cece." Elijah thumps his head on the Mercedes garage, not wanting to talk to anyone. "You're being a dick, have been since you woke up." Her fingers typing fast on her phone, probably texting Uncle Carlos's or Oscar's kids.

"Maybe I wouldn't be a dick if you didn't kick me out of bed." Cece makes a noise, clicking her screen off and looking up. "Please, you've been this way since we arrived. You snapped at Dad last night and barely spoke to Papa or Mama. What's going on with you?" Elijah rips his headphones off, angry for no reason. 

"Mind your own business, Cece. You don't need to know everything about me." He snarls, storming out of the garage. "Woah, easy there, Elijah." Running right into his Dad, he rolls his eyes, not even stopping to apologize. "Hey! Get back here, young man!" Lando roars, tired of this attitude. "Make me!" Elijah snaps back, ignoring his Dad's cries, losing him in the crowd. 

Elijah pays no mind to where he's going. He can't go to the Red Bull garage. Dad probably already told his Pa and Ma what he did, and Cece is definitely whining to Dad about how Elijah talked to her. It was all a mess. He should've stayed in London with his grandparents. Nothing but anger and confusion coursed through his veins, trying to make sense of everything. 

Why was he so angry? He hated acting like this to his family, they loved him so much, and now he's treating them like this? He deserved the worst punishment right now. Shoving his hands in his jeans, he keeps walking, not wanting to stop where anyone would recognize him. 

"Elijah?" He stops, hearing the familiar voice of his godfather. "Uncle Lewis." Lewis smiles brightly, pulling the boy into a hug, happy to see him here. "What are you doing all the way down here? Shouldn't you be with your Dad or Pa?" Lewis pats his back while Elijah just shrugs.

"I got in a fight with Cece and snapped at Dad. So I'm avoiding." Lewis sighs, seeing the turmoil that, at 16, Elijah shouldn't be going through. 

"Come on, let's talk over here." Lewis directs Elijah over to a private lounge. "Talk to me, what's going on?" Elijah stares at Lewis, holding back. "I won't tell your parents. I swear." The young boy pulls at his hair, Lewis watching as his godson battles with himself. "I found something that Ma has been hiding." Lewis sits up straight, clearing his throat. "Oh." Elijah nods, looking away. 

"My father....he's been writing to me since I was born. 3 or 4 letters a month for 16 years. I found the letters while I was looking for my birth certificate. Needed it for the contract I was going to sign with Prema." Elijah wrung his fingers, unsure how Lewis was going to take this. "Elijah, don't tell your mother that you know." Head snapping up, Elijah stares at Lewis, shocked. "What?" Voice turning hard startled that Lewis was suggesting this. 

"Don't tell your mother anything. I'm serious. Some things need to stay buried. This is one of them." Lewis reaches for Elijah, but he yanks back. "Oh my god, you knew. You knew that my father was sending me letters? Uncle Lewis, please tell me." How could the man before him, someone he respected, hide this from him.

Elijah told him everything. "Yes, I knew. But Elijah, there is a reason your mother has kept this from you. Don't go prying." Standing, he starts to pace, figuring out his thoughts and what to ask next. 

"I know who my father is. I've always known. He's my father, Uncle Lewis. I deserved to have a relationship with him. Yet you and Ma have kept this from me? Why? I need answers." This was the real problem. Elijah started to feel this way when Cece found out which one was her father.

He began to dig, and he dug deep, finding everything out. He was ready to confront his Ma, but something stopped him. Putting everything back and hiding the letters locking away this knowledge. 

"Elijah, your mother has her reasons. Just respect that." Lewis begs, trying to reason with the teenager. "No!" Elijah yells, darting out of the lounge and heading for his mother. "God fucking kid." Lewis dialing you, ready to warn you about the incoming storm. 

Elijah runs, not looking where he's going, only being stopped when he runs right into a body knocking him to the ground. "Hey, easy there, son. Might hurt someone." Elijah breathes heavily. Looking up, he stops all air sucked out of his lungs. "Dad." Scrambling up, Elijah hugs the person before him, hugging him tight. 

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"What do you mean Elijah knows?" You snap as Lewis tells you everything that just went down. "I mean, Y/n, he knows he's his father, and you hide all the letters. Why would you do that? That boy deserves to know his father." Lewis hisses while you pace, trying to not overthink. "No, he doesn't; that bastard left me, Lewis. When I told him I was pregnant, he just left. He has no right to my son." Whispering as a mechanic walks past.

"Please, that excuse might've worked when Elijah was still a toddler. But he's 16 and wants to know his father. He still has parental rights over Elijah, doesn't he?" You freeze, eyes growing wide as you bite your nails. "Yes, yes, but I lied. I told Charles and Lando that he signed them away." Lewis throws his hands up, letting out an empty laugh. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Blinking fast, you try hard to remain composed as you can't let the cameras or anyone see you like this.  

"Don't judge me, Lewis. You helped." Waving his hand, Lewis turns away. "No, don't drag me into this. I didn't lie about parental rights. That's all you. I only helped because....because you're family." The two of you stare at one another, everything you hide coming to smack you in the face.

"He's going to hate me for the rest of his life. He'll never forgive me." Covering your mouth, you see Lando and Charles make their way towards you, clearly unhappy and Cecile worried. "Yeah, you might want to worry about those two before Elijah." Lewis waved at Lando and Charles, who smiled back. 

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"Dad." Elijah's arms tighten around the man before him while the guy pats his back awkwardly. "Um, hey, listen. I'm not your Dad." Elijah pulls back, staring into the same blue eyes. "No, no, you are. My name is Elijah Norris-Leclerc. My mother's name is Y/N L/N. Almost 17 years ago, she gave birth to me." Elijah rambles, the guy looking him up and down. 

"Elijah? Your name is Elijah? And your mother's name is Y/n L/n?" He repeats back, trying to control that hope building in his chest. "Yes! And you're my father! You're Nico Rosberg, and you're my father." Nico laughs, grabbing onto Elijah and yanking him into his chest. "That's right, that's right." Nico and Elijah hug before Elijah pulls away. "I didn't know about the letters. If I did, I would've written back." Nico smiles, patting his hair down. 

"Elijah, calm down. Does your mother even know?" Elijah makes a face, feeling that anger boiling up again. "Who cares if she knows! She's been lying to me for years." Nico sighs, he wants to be so happy to hold his son, but he still needs to respect those boundaries.

"Elijah, I think you need to go back to your mother. She must decide when the time is right, not now." Nico didn't want to make things worse. He has been working so hard to get Elijah in his life, but you refused but slowly started to give him minor updates. 

"No, no. What? You don't want me now? Ma lies to me about everything; Cece gets to know her true father; why is it I can't? Is there something about me that is so easy to leave? To not want?" Elijah cries, those feelings breaking free. Nico reaches for him, but Elijah steps back. "Of course, I want you, but-" Nico stops, eyes growing wide when he sees you running towards them, Charles and Lando behind you. 

"Elijah!" He flinches, hearing your voice as you yank him around, checking him over. "Oh, baby, are you okay? Lewis said you just got angry and rushed off, and we've been looking everywhere for you." You cry, spinning him to make sure he isn't hurt.

"Nico, thank you for finding our son." Charles smiles. Elijah and your eyes connect. Slowly you turn, looking right at Nico, Elijah's true father and the man who left you. "Stay the hell away from my son." Standing before Elijah, refusing Nico the privilege to look at your son any longer. 

"Your son? Your son?" Elijah steps away from you shaking his head. "I'm not your son. I don't even know who you are." Elijah spits at you, Lando, stepping forward. "Hey! Don't speak to your mother like that." Lando was tired of this disrespect. "Oh shove it, Lando, you're not even my father. He is! Nico is my father." Everyone goes silent, breathing heavily; Elijah wipes his nose.

"You and Charles can act like my fathers, but you're not. I could've known my real father. Instead, my mother hides all his letters and refuses to discuss him! Uncle Lewis even knew Nico was my father and about the letters. What else have you been hiding, huh!?" Elijah yells. 

"Elijah James Norris-Leclerc, don't you dare speak to your Dad and Pa like that. You want to be angry at someone. You be angry at me. They're the ones who raised you, not Nico. He's the bastard who left us. Not them. Apologize." You glare at your son, trying to reset the urge to scream at him.

"No. I will not apologize; he left you, Ma, not me. You made him leave me. I read one of the letters. You didn't even give him the chance to be my father." Nico flinches, not wanting to have this conversation right now. 

"Y/n? Is this true?" Closing your eyes, you stare into the destroyed eyes of Charles and Lando. "Is, is anything you told us true?" Charles whispers. "Yes, everything she told you is true." Nico steps in, refusing to allow his son's family to break apart.

"Elijah, I did leave your mother and you. I was terrified at the thought of being a father. That's not a lie. I didn't start writing to you until your 6th birthday. I saw Charles's post and just decided to write to you." Laughing, you have the urge to slap Nico. 

"Stay out of this, you bastard! You're not a part of my son's life or this family." Elijah rolls his eyes, looking at Lando. Seeing Lando shake, unable to look up, he feels something break in him. "Oh fuck off, Y/n, you're just pissed because all the lies you and Lewis kept from everyone are finally revealed. I'm tired of being the villain in your story; it's time to face that you are the villain." Charles steps up, pushing Nico back from you. "Stop, that is still my wife. Don't you fucking dare speak to her like that." 

"Don't touch my father." Elijah steps between, showing Charles's hand off his chest. All hell breaks loose in that moment as you and Elijah yell at each other. Nico yelled at Charles and Lando, standing back and watching everything crumble. "HEY!" The screaming stops as a booming voice breaks through their own screams. 

"I come here to watch the historic Monaco GP, see the battle for the WDC between Lando and Charles. Instead, I hear the screaming of toddlers. How shocked am I to find out those voices are my daughter, her scumbag ex, and my grandson. So, someone want to tell me what has caused this?" You and Nico stare at the older man before you all, you feeling like a little girl again while Nico feels like that dumbass driver who got his daughter pregnant. 

"Hey, Mr. Hakkinen. Good to see you again."

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[heartless-tate]

Lovers | Feysand X Freader

A/n; based off this request! Tysm for the request, I hope you enjoy! warnings; smut, lil bit of angst?, threesome, p in v, v in ur mouth 😍😍, cussing? Message me if I missed anything guys! Happy reading!

It had been 2 weeks since the night. You had stayed holed up in your apartment. You were embarrassed- or no ashamed? Confused? And bewildered by what had happened. Rhysand had invited you to Rita’s with the inner circle. You had went- enjoyed the night. And then it was time to leave. Everyone went their separate ways, except you. So you ended up on the couch beside Feyre and Rhys, drinking the tea she had made you.

“Thank you Feyre.” You whispered, grasping the hot tea she had made you. She smiled and nodded, keen eyes watching as you sipped on it. She sat down beside you again, closer this time, leaving you almost sandwiched between her and Rhys. You all sat in comfortable silence as you finished your tea. You hadn’t been drinking that night, as you didn’t feel like it. The drink was warm in your body. It relaxed you. You almost didn’t notice Rhysand’s wing brushing closer to your skin. You decided he hadn’t done it on purpose and ignored it. Until you turned your head to Feyre, and her lips were smashing against yours. She was kissing you. Her lips tasted of cherries. She chopped your face gently but firm. What was happening? You waited for Rhys to freak out but before you knew it, you felt his hand on your waist and thighs, his lips meeting your neck. Oh gods. What was happening?

And why did it feel so good? You melted into the kiss before jerking back, gasping for air. They both pulled back. Their eyes were glued to you. Your face was flushed slightly.

“Are you okay with this?” Rhysand purred behind you. You didn’t have time to think before you were nodding.

“Yeah.”

The night was magical. They certainly worked as a pair to make you cum more then once. And by the end of the night, hours later, you laid in their arms. And then in the morning you went home before they woke. You had no words. What were you suppose to say? You had shown them your most vulnerable side. Naked and pleading for them-

And now you didn’t know where any of you stood. You sighed internally. They probably were just trying something new and you were the easiest option. Easy. Easy.? Yeah. That was it. It was a one time fuck. You were just Feyre’s friend and Rhysand’s worker. Nothing more.

That thought shouldn’t of hurt, but it did. You weren’t anything. The urge to dissociate and never speak to them grew stronger. Run away and hide- but you could never escape from two beings so strong. Or would they even care if you left? They had eachother. They didn’t need you. You were a quick fuck.

A knock sounded on your door, distracting you from your thoughts. Who was here? You slowly slid from the bath, the water cold now. You threw on a shirt and made your way to the door. Cassian stood there.

“Hey!” He chirped loudly. His wings were flared slightly. He made note of your appearance. You seemed tired. And stressed.

“Hey Cas?” You said, raising an eyebrow. You leaned against the door frame. Why was he here?

“You haven’t been around in awhile! We were getting worried. You sick or something?” He pried. His eyes scanned your apartment behind you. It was a bit of a mess.

“Oh..yeah. Just haven’t been feeling well I guess.” You lied, knowing he would report back to Rhysand immediately. What we’re you suppose to say? ‘Oh I’m just sad and depressed because I fucked your high lord and high lady!’ Definitely not.

Cassian’s eyebrows furrowed. You did look sick. Your scent was weird too. Whatever you were, it wasn’t happy and healthy. “Have you seen a doctor?” He asked.

“No? I’m fine.” You said, wanting him to leave. He bristled slightly.

“Y/n-“

“I’m fine.” You growled. He sighed. He nodded.

“Okay.” And then he was gone. You felt bad, but you didn’t want to be around anyone right now.

Not even an hour passed before banging at your door started. What the fuck? You quickly approached the door and slammed it open. Before you could get any words out, hands were on your face, inspecting you. Rhysand.

“You’re sick.” He stated. he brushed your hair from your face, holding a hand to your forehead. Cassian snitched. The little fucker. You pulled away harshly, taking a step back.

“I’m fine.” You said for what felt like the millionth time today. He stepped forward with you, eyes narrowed. They searched over you, looking for injuries. He looked back to you. He sniffed the air.

“You smell weird.” He commented. You rolled your eyes.

“Wow thanks.” You said sarcastically. You turned around and walked back into your apartment hoping he’d get the hint and leave. He followed you in. He looked around the apartment.

“Maybe it’s this shithole. The air is musty around here, you should come live in one of our houses.” He purred with a smirk.

“No.”

His smirk dropped. He approached where you stood in the kitchen, his wings crowding the space as he stood behind you. He observed your cooking. “Cauldron. Being sick makes you cranky.” He teased. “If you were sick you should’ve told me. You could’ve come and let me and Feyre care for you.”

You tensed. What was he playing? You focused on the pot of your favorite comfort food. You stepped closer to the stove rather then being near him.

“I’m not sick.” You mumbled, wanting him to leave.

“Hm? Then why do you smell rotten?”

You flinched at his words. You turned around facing him. He was so tall. “Unless you came here for something else other then insulting me with every sentence, I suggest you leave.” You threatened. His eyes widened. His wings spread.

“You’re coming with me.” He declared suddenly. It was your turn to be shocked. “I suggest you start packing.”

Rhysand didn’t give you a choice, joining you in packing a few of your clothes. Why was he doing this?

You currently sat on a couch. The same couch where feyre ate you out. Where Rhysand fingered you. You shook the nasty thoughts away. Easy. You where just an easy fuck. Nothing more. You reminded yourself. Still- you felt a small growing heat in your body.

Feyre and Rhysand sat in front of you on the opposite couch. This was awkward.

“You have two options.” Feyre started.

“You can tell us what’s wrong and why you haven’t gone to a doctor, or you can let us call Madja.” Rhysand finished.

You groaned out loud. “For the last time! I’m fine. I’m not sick.”

Feyre opened her mouth to point out your scent. Rhysand stopped her.

“Then whats wrong?” Rhysand inquired. They both stared at you with big expecting eyes. You definitely weren’t getting out of this.

“I lied. I didn’t want to have to go back to work.” You mumbled. This was humiliating. Feyre quirked a brow. You weren’t the type that was lazy. You always showed up. You were a medicine specialist, and a healer. And also the best poison artist. Everyone in the inner circle loved you so much that you eventually just started being apart of it. And for you not to show up, meant something was wrong. Was it someone? No. You still smelled unhealthy.

“Explain.” Rhysand demanded, adjusting his position.

“I didn’t wanna be around you.” You stated. They both flinched and looked to each other.

“Is this about that night?” Feyre questioned. You stayed silent, not wanting to answer.

“Damnit Rhys I knew we made a mistake not checking in sooner.” Feyre growled quietly. Rhysand sighed, nodding in agreement.

“What?” You asked. What did she mean?

“We’re sorry we didn’t come and check up on you-“ Rhysand started. He sighed again. “I thought it would be best to give you space and let you process things.”

“Process? Process what? It was sex. That was it.” You barked.

Both of their faces dropped. “Just sex..?” Rhysand questioned. Feyre turned back to you. “It wasn’t just sex.” She growled challenging.

The room went silent. Feyre rubbed her temples. Rhysand stood abruptly. You looked up at him as he stepped closer.

“Love. It wasn’t ‘just sex.’ At least, not to us. It was much more. We both have liked, no loved, you for awhile. Ever since you joined the night court. We thought us making love to you made our intentions clear. When you disappeared we assumed you needed space to adjust to having two mates.” Rhysand spoke softly, crouching in front of you.

Oh. Oh. “Mates?!” You whispered. He nodded. Oh mother. Two mates? They were your mates. Your fucking mates. A sense of panic filled your system. They were making love to you and you thought they were just fucking you. Of course you had a small crush on them. Who wouldn’t? But you never saw it going anywhere. But now? Mates. Mates.

You couldn’t help but warm, remembering the night. Remembering had originally made you feel embarrassed. But now? You remembered how gentle and loving they were. The way Rhys pumped himself gently into you, kissing at your neck, with feyre suckling on your swollen clit. Your face heated up at the memory. Talons caressed your mind gently. You quickly shook the thought away, embarrassed at the wet feeling in your panties.

A hand rubbed your knee. Feyre. She was now beside you both. “It’s okay, love. We know it’s a lot to process. But don’t lie about being sick again. It had us worried.” She motioned to your bags beside the couch. Her voice was slightly scolding.

“I..” you paused. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to. Let us in.” Rhysand murmured, two sets of talons gently scratching your mind barriers. You let the barriers down. You felt them both crowding in your mind, searching and going over all your thoughts the pass two weeks. Trying asses how you feel. You felt embarrassed.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of darling.” Feyre **purred in your mind. They looked to each other when they were done.

Rhysand’s hand slowly went higher on your leg. His hand approaching your inner thigh. You squeezed them together instinctively. He smirked.

“You’re not easy. You’re not an experiment. You’re are mate.” He said, loud and clear. Feyre nodded, moving to sit beside you. She brushed your hair behind your ear.

You nodded. “And we can take our time. We don’t have to rush into this. But please, don’t distant yourself away. We’ll wait days to years until your ready to accept our bond.” Feyre whispered.

I want to accept it now. You thought. They both smirked cheekily.

“Words, love.” Rhysand purred, his hands suddenly dipping under your skirt. You felt his fingers brush against your clothed pussy. An embarrassing loud wet noise sounded. His smile grew wider. Feyre snickered.

“I want to-“ you gasped as Feyre’s hands cupped your breast, teasing your nipple slightly. Rhysand took the opportunity to slip your panties aside and trail his fingers through your slick.

“Hm?” Feyre teased.

“I want to accept the bond- now-“ you whispered out, hand clutching at Rhys’s wrist. It did nothing to stop his finger entering your cunt. It was a stretch already. He was big. You only came up to Rhysand’s chest when standing in front of him, and naturally everything on his body was bigger. Feyre ate you out last time to help adjust your body to his cock.

“Good girl.” They said in your mind. The praise triggered a rush of heat to your body again. Feyre’s hands slowly unbuttoned your blouse. She leaned down and licked a stripe in between your breast. Her nails turned to claws as she effortlessly ripped away your bra. Your chest was bare now. Your nipples hardened to the cold air. She leaned down, sucking a nipple into her mouth. You moaned, clenching on Rhysand’s finger. ke knelt between your legs, taking his time in spreading you open. He added another finger.

“She’s so tight.” Rhysand groaned, watching as your cunt clenched down. It was making a lot of noise now. Feyre giggled against your chest, fondling the other.

“And sensitive.” She purred. She flicked your other nipple, causing you to cry out. It hurt, but it felt so good. Rhysand attempted easing another finger in.

“Relax baby, i won’t be able to stuff you full if I can’t get two fingers in.”

You took a deep breath, calming your body. Everything felt so hot. Your breath were coming out in short pants. Feyre moved away, causing you to whine. She giggled again, her claw scraping your head gently. Rhysand’s fingers slowly entered you, pressing against the right spot. A spot you knew your fingers couldn’t even reach. He suddenly jerked away, leaving you empty. You whimpered softly.

He smiled and started removing your skirt and panties. Your panties were soaked. He held on to them a little longer, taking his time in sniffing them lewdly. He set them aside. You were completely bare. They were still clothed. You felt vulnerable and weak around them. And for some reason that made you wetter. You were at their will.

Rhysand’s fingers entered again, setting a much faster pace this time. They pressed into your g-spot everytime they entered. You bit your lip, trying to contain your noises.

Feyre growled warningly, and leaning nipping your cheek. She caught your lips in a rough kiss, hand clasping at your jaw. Her tongue entered your mouth, exploring. It was so stimulating- it was hard to breath but you couldn’t care. Rhysand’s fingers pumping in you, and her tongue in your mouth. Rhysand’s tongue met your clit causing you to gasp. He kitten licked it a few times before pulling back. He was fingering you so aggressively. A third finger went in.

You moaned into Feyre’s mouth as her hand started toying with your breast again. A knot formed in your stomach. They weren’t even touching your clit and yet you were about to cum. Rhysand smirked knowingly. Feyre but your lip, and pulled away. She watched with piercing eyes.

“Look at your pretty pussy baby. It’s so wet. You’re soaking the couch.” She muttered, pulling your chin down to force you to look. Your wetness was all over his hands, practically drowning them. He was watching you. He pumped harder, enjoying the way your cunt squelched with each thrust of his hand. Your thighs clenched together, only his hands stopping them from closing completely. You were so close.

You yelled when his other hand came down against your clit, slapping it roughly. You didn’t have time to process it before you were squirting on his chest. His mouth immediately latched onto you, drinking in your juices greedily. You cried out, squirming, it was too much. Feyre watched with amazement.

“Awe. We have a squirter. You didn’t do that last time, sweetie.” She squealed. Rhysand moaned against your cunt, the vibrations making you whine. He pulled away, petting your inner thigh to soothe you.

“You didn’t have permission to cum yet. You disobeyed. And yet you came just from me slapping your clit. Such a needy slut for us.” He scolded, causing you to look away in embarrassment. You clenched around nothing.

“And she tastes so fucking good.” Rhysand said, swiping his fingers across your cunt before shoving them in Feyre’s mouth. Feyre moaned at the taste, slurping on his fingers loudly. You felt yourself grow wetter at the sight. Rhysand leaned up taking his fingers out and smashing his lips on hers. They made out aggressively, growling and nipping eachother’s lips. You moaned at the sight.

It snapped their attention to you. They broke off the kiss, eyes sliding to your body. Your beautiful body.

“C’mere” Feyre whispered, grabbing you gently and winnowing both you and Rhysand into their room. You landed in the bed. You watched as they undressed quickly, making their way to you. Rhysand approached and dragged you to the edge. He slotted himself in between your legs. His cock was hard and throbbing. It was massive. You wondered how you managed to take it last time. He smiled at your thoughts, petting your thigh softly. Feyre climbed on the bed, straddling your head. Her pussy was glistening and dripping wet.

“Open up darling.” She muttered, lowering herself onto your mouth. You quickly latched on, licking and slurping aggressively against her heat. She tasted so fucking good. Her hips rocked, slowly fucking your face. Her hands found your hair, holding you in place.

Rhysand ran a finger down your lips, watching as you squirmed. He was so hard. Painfully hard. He watched as you desperately slurped on Feyre’s cunt. Like a pathetic little puppy. God. He loved his two lovers so much. He playfully slapped your pussy again, making you whimper against her cunt.

“Shut up. You came without permission, so you don’t get a say in anything else.” Feyre reprimanded, pressing her hips down harder. She watched as you moaned helplessly. Her pussy dripped more juices.

Rhysand rubbed his throbbing tip up and down your slit, lubricating himself. His tongue ran over his lips.

You squeaked when Rhys shoved his long length in, it sliding easily in. It was a tight fit, and heat spread throughout your whole body. It felt like you were on fire. Feyre smirked and continued rutting her pussy on your face, watching as you mouth became a wet mess. She tasted like candy- and fuck it was good. You lapped helplessly on her clit. Rhys’ tip kissed your cervix, pushing. And then he started thrusting. His heavy balls slapped against your ass, creating wet noises.

You couldn’t help your broken moans, suckling on Feyre’s clit, and getting pounded roughly by Rhys. His hand rubbed your thigh, and his other flicked your clit a few times before rubbing it fast. You couldn’t do anything to stop him as you were overcome with an intense amount of pleasure. Feyre grasped your hair tighter, moaning loudly.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum.” She groaned, watching as you whimpered and licked her desperately. She came in your mouth with a low feminine growl, claws scraping your hair. Her release filled your mouth, and you swallowed it obediently. She moved away, kissing you gently. A sharp contrast from her fucking your face. Rhysand pinched your clit, slamming his cock deeper into you. A familiar knot formed in your stomach, making you moan. His hand moved from your thigh, rising to your stomach where he bulged. He was so deep. He pressed onto it roughly, watching as your back arched.“Stupid slut- you enjoy this so much don’t you? Getting fucked by your two mates. Look how deep I am. Gonna fill this tight little cunt up.” Rhysand stuttered out, his moans filling the room. Feyre moved, letting you see the bulge in your stomach that formed with every thrust up. Holy fuck. His other hand started roughly rubbing your clit.

“No-“ you whined out. It was too much. “Can’t!” Rhysand leaned forward, knocking you in a mating press. His hips snapped roughly into yours. He gently kissed you and leaned over to kiss feyre, ignoring your cries. He only went faster, not listening. He pulled away from Feyre. “Rhys- please-“ You screamed. And then the knot snapped, your body shaking vigorously as you came on his dick.

And he didn’t stop. His hips snapped aggressively, heavy balls full of cum. He snickered as you tried squirming away.

“Where you goin’ baby? Not done yet- gonna stuff this pussy full of cum. You want that right?” He purred, lifting your legs on his shoulders. He gently kissed your ankle. Feyre leaned and started biting and nipping your chest. It was too much.

“Y-yes!” You yelled, feeling dumb fucked. His cock dragged along your walls, aggressively hitting the spot that made your toes curl. Your moans came out in broken chants of their names, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“Oh cauldron- gonna cum.” He whimpered out, flicking your clit wildly. His cock slammed in one more time, stilling and releasing ropes of hot cum. The feeling brought you to your next release.

The room filled with pants and the smell of sex. Feyre’s hand gently rubbed your stomach, soothing you. She released your nipple and grinned happily. She brushed back a piece of sweaty hair.

“So cute..” she praised. She kissed your cheek. Rhysand slowly pulled out. He patted your thigh gently.

“Did so good baby.” He praised too. Everything was hazy, and spinning. You were blissed out. He smiled and tapped your face a few times.

“You with us?” He muttered. You nodded. He leaned back and slid a finger in your cunt, causing you to gasp. He pulled it out, stringing your juices and his cum. He smirked and licked it off of his finger.

“Ready?” Feyre asked.

“What?” You questioned.

“Oh cmon on. You didn’t seriously think we were done with our little cum dump yet did you?” She laughed. Rhysand grabbed your hips, flipped you around and pulled your ass high in the air. He leaned down and licked a stripe up your cunt.

“No. We’re far from done.” Your mate whispered, diving in.

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[kaigarax]

"By The Way, I Think I Love You."

Julian Loki x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone you haven't seen in awhile."

My Dearest,

Amongst the billions of people in this world we might one day simply walk past our soulmates and never even know that was them in the first place; with the only interaction being nothing but a simple glance in their direction.

We might spend every single day of our lives with them. Happy, ecstatic, and thrilled because you know that you’ve found the one. We might never get the chance to meet them at all. Always left wondering and waiting for someone that might never even come in the first place. We might be distant friends that are left simply wondering what if.

And maybe -just maybe- we might meet them soon.

Yours Truly

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“Julian Loke?” You say incredulously as you spot him, a teasing grin on your lips, “the Julian Loke? To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Loki scoffs, “we just saw each other six months ago and now you’re acting as if I’m a celebrity or something.”

“Yeah, and all you said to me was hi in a passing glace,” you tease, “so I thought that I should take a more… appreciative approach. Besides, you are basically a celebrity after winning that gold medal there around your neck. Do you plan on showing off to everyone that you’re the prodigy that everyone’s talking about?”

“You say that as if this isn’t your third gold medal.” Loki rolls his eyes in an attempt to get you to ignore the burning hot feeling of his face, “and besides, not everyone is talking about me. Plenty of people talk about you too.”

Your eyes twinkle with amusement the same way that Loki remembers that they used to and it makes his heart race. The last time the two of you had a genuine conversation had been back when the two of you had decided to go your separate ways.

Loki had been the one to initiate the separation and what could you do but accept his departure? You very well couldn’t force him to continue to skate with him despite how disappointed you had been. And it wasn’t as if your friendship had been based solely around figure skating but Loki imagines that it couldn’t have been very easy for you to keep on seeing him so he made the decision to slowly disappear from your life. It was… hard.

Everytime after that had been nothing but the exchanging of pleasantries.

After years of brief conversations Loki’s glad to see that you’re still the same bright eyed girl that he remembers. Happy to see that the fame hadn’t altered the warm ice loving idiot that Loki had once been Loki’s best friend.

Loki clears his throat, “you skated well.”

“You did too.” You replied, smiling softly.

“You watched me?”

“Of course! I always watch your performances when I can. Gotta make sure I don’t miss out on any mistake you make.”

Loki rolls his eyes, “of course you do,” but smiles fondly, “you never did miss the chance to point out when I mess up.”

“Well someone’s gotta keep you humble, Speed King.”

Loki blushes, “oh gosh. Please don’t call me that.”

“What? I thought it was a cool nickname~” You smile brightly, “I’d love a nickname like the speed king.”

“The only nickname you’d get would be slave driver.” Another voice says, as a salmon haired boy pops up behind you, wrapping his arm around you comfortably. You lean into his touch ever so slightly rather than flinching away the way you usually do when someone wraps their arm around you.

Loki immediately recognizes the salmon haired man as your figure skating partner. If not for the fact that he’d watched the two of you skate together than from the way you stand beside him.

It reminds Loki a little of how you and he used to act around one another. There’s a certain comfortable ease that you and the salmon haired boy seem to have that comes with spending hours upon hours with one another.

“I’m not a slave driver! You’re the one that insists on skating as long as I do with your horrible stamina.” You exclaim, smiling as you look at the salmon haired boy.

“Says the one that’s always encouraging me to skate the routine faster or add in another trick that won’t even make it into the final routine.” The salmon haired boy turns to look at Loki, “oh, wow! You’re Julian Loki! I hope this one wasn’t bothering you too much. She’s a total figure skating junkie.”

“I’m familiar.” Loki says.

“Julian and I are childhood friends.” You explained.

Loki cuts in, “and I was her first figure skating partner.” Truthfully, Loki isn’t quite sure why he even spoke up in the first place and is absolutely clueless about what he says next, “I was there for all her firsts.”

You roll your eyes and smile fondly, “ah yes, being the first to see me fall flat on my face hundreds of times when I first started skating. Very exciting.”

“Well I for one would have loved to have seen you fall flat on your face hundreds of times,” the salmon haired boy says, his eyes never once leaving your form.

You nudge him playfully, “as if you don’t already see me fall on my face all the time during practice.”

“That’s because you keep trying to do moves that you haven’t practiced.”

“Well, everyone needs to start somewhere.”

“Not in the middle of practicing a routine.”

Loki clears his throat, “you’re still changing things up on the fly, I see.”

You pout, “hey! I only try to change things up during personal practice and it’s not like I do it all the time. I just get bored of doing the same thing all the time.”

The salmon haired boy turns to look at Loki with an expression that says ‘look at this silly girl’. Loki can only muster up a polite smile in response, his stomach burning.

“Oh, Julian. Is your mother here?” You ask, “I’d love to say hi. It’s been so long since I last saw here.”

“Oh, she’s already gone home after watching me skate. My dad had a headache so the two of them went home instead of watching the doubles. I’m sure she watched you skate on the television though.” Loki clears his throat, “you could come with us to dinner though. I’m sure they’d love to have you come with us. Your parents are invited too if they want to come.”

You smile, “yeah, I think they’d love that. Oh, do you want to go see them now? I’m sure they’d love to greet you. They’re always going on and on about how they miss you and watching the two of us skate together.”

“Oh, that sounds great.” Loki smiles softly.

You turn to look at the salmon haired boy, “you okay to head back without me?”

“Yeah,” he warily looks between you and Loki before nodding, “I’ll be okay. Will you?”

“Of course I’ll be okay.” You give the salmon haired boy a reassuring smile, “Julian will be with me anyways so if anything happens I can push him towards the danger.”

“Wow.” Loki pokes your cheek, “I’m really feeling the love over here.”

You roll your eyes before grabbing onto Loki’s hand like you used to do when the two of you were young, “come on. Let’s go before my parents leave. You know how much they hate to linger.”

---

“Dinner was nice.” Loki says, breaking the silence as he walks you home.

“It was very pleasant,” you smile, “just like old times.”

“Just like old times.” Loki repeated.

You nod.

The two of you had attended many dinners together with both yours and his parents coming together to treat the two of you after a long fought competition much like the one you had done today. Of course, the main difference is that the two of you no longer skate together but the feelings still feel the same.

What is different though has to be you.

Sure you’re the same playful girl that Loki grew up with but you’re simultaneously so different. So much prettier.

He’d never admitted it when the two of you were young but he had always thought you were pretty. He even went as far as calling you ugly one day which sent you into a flurry of tears and you refused to skate with him again until he promised to buy you shaved ice for a week. Now though, Loki doubts he could ever call you anything but pretty and even that seems like an understatement.

Who’d have thought that you’d turn into such a looker when you grew up.

His childhood best friend was now the girl that made his heart race and flutter. The one that made his heart skip a beat. The…

“Congratulations.” Loki says suddenly.

“Hm?”

Loki’s face heats up from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, “congratulation on winning gold.”

You laugh softly, “congratulations to you too.”

“Yeah. Who’d have thought that after such a rough beginning for the two of us that we’d end up as gold medalists in one of the biggest skating competitions of the year.”

“I did, of course.”

Loki laughs, “liar!”

“No! I’ve always believed in the two of us. I just thought that we’d…” you trail off.

“That we’d do it together?”

“Yeah.”

“Well it all turned out for the best,” Loki clears his throat in an attempt to get rid of that uncomfortable feeling in his chest, “I don’t have to worry about you not being fast enough and you’ve… found someone that matches you well when you skate.”

You nod, smiling a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“You and Sabito are rather different.” You say softly.

“Different?” Loki asks, though more through politeness rather than curiosity, “how so?”

“You love the praise that comes with being brilliant while you’re on the ice,” you explain, “while Sabito loves the expression of himself that he leaves while on the ice. Both admirable reasons for being on the ice - well, as admirable as one can be when it comes to a sport like skating.”

“And which are you?”

“Which am I?”

“That is what I asked, yes.”

“Hm,” you place a hand on your chin before smiling, “why don’t you tell me? Considering what I told you.”

Loki sighs, rolling his eyes for what feels like the hundredth time. It’s a strangely familiar feeling that brings a fondness' to Loki’s chest, “you love the very ice itself.”

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

Loki chuckles, feeling a genuine smile form on his face. He’d forgotten how introspective you could be and in turn how introspective you made him.

“Hey,” you pout cutely as you turn to look at Loki, “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing. I promise.”

“Liar.”

“And how do you know I’m lying, huh?”

“Please. As if I wouldn’t. I was your skating partner for years. I’ve picked up on all your little habits and quirks. You have that same look on your face whenever that you would get when I would ask you to slow down.”

Loki laughs again, “and what kind of a look is that?”

“It’s that one where your eyebrows narrow ever so slightly,” you move your eyebrows as you attempt to replicate the expression for him, “and your eyes say ‘are you serious?’”

Loki ignores the pathetic skip of his heart, “I’m surprised you paid that much attention to me back when we skated together.”

“I’d be an awfully lousy partner if I didn’t notice small things like that.”

Ah, yes. That’s why he had never been all to cut out for partner skating. Not only did his best moves come from a speed that no one else could keep up with but because of his inability to notice mundane details like you. He doubts that he would have had any success in partner figure skating if he hadn’t been paired with you. Not that the two of you ever had much success apart from a bronze in the younger amature leagues.

He bets that the two of you would have done well eventually as you aged. Not only did you increase your speed in skating but Loki had gotten better at adapting to other people. It makes his heart ache as he wonders about what might’ve happened if he hadn’t decided to abandon you.

But this is for the best.

Or at least that’s what he tells himself as he thinks about the respective medals the two of you had won. Both rising up to claim the gold in your respective categories as young prodigies that had seemingly come out of nowhere.

Loki needed a chance to spread his wings and you needed someone like Sabito (Loki begrudgingly admits) that could understand you intuitively. That could help elevate you to another level on the ice rather than someone like him.

“Sabito always makes fun of me,” you say, smiling fondly as you look ahead into the distance, “says that I can read people like a book on the ice but can’t read a social situation to save my life.”

Loki rubs your head affectionately, “he’s not wrong. You are pretty dense.”

“Hey!” You duck lower to escape Loki’s grasp, “I’m not dense!”

Loki laughs, “according to who?”

“Ah, well um… okay maybe no one has said that I’m not dense but it’s not as if people go around talking about how…” you pause for a moment as you attempt to figure out what to say next, “how not dense other people are?”

“And how many people have called you dense?”

You blush, “that’s not important!”

“I’d beg to differ.”

You roll your eyes, moving to flick his forehead like you used to always do when the two of you were young after he’d say something to annoy you.

He lets you.

Momentarily allowing himself to bask in the familiarity it brings him. Allowing himself to pretend, if just for a moment, that everything was the same as it had been before. That the medals around your necks are the ones you won together. That you’re still just kids with big dreams instead of young adults with the pressure of the world on your backs.

He gives you a pout and an over exaggerated wince in pain.

You roll your eyes before leaning in to kiss his forehead.

He blushes brightly in response.

Luckily, you don’t seem to notice as you quickly pull away, preoccupied with your own blush, “oh my goodness! I’m so sorry! I should’ve asked before doing that! I was just so caught up in the moment and forgot to ask.”

“It’s okay,” Loki says, hoping his voice doesn’t sound strained.

You tilt your head to the side cutely, “yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

Loki smiles, “it was like back when we were young. You flick my head when you’re annoyed and then lean in to kiss it better because you feel bad about flicking me in the first place.”

“Gosh,” you pout, “you make me sound bipolar.”

“I mean, if the shoe fits~”

“Julian!”

“Sorry,” he flashes you an unapologetic smile.

“Well anyways, thanks for walking back with me.”

“No problem.”

The bright lights of the hotel glow in the distance. The idle chatter of the city distracts you while Loki finds himself hating the fast walking pace he had initially set wishing to have walked with you for a little longer. You yourself also have a tendency to walk faster than normal and Loki’s always liked that about you but right now finds himself wishing the two of you had for once chosen to take your time. That you had stopped to admire the roses for a moment and appreciate the moment you lived in rather than charging forward without a second thought.

But, Loki supposes, there’s always something that must be sacrificed if one hopes to achieve greatness.

He brushes the back of his hand against yours which causes you to turn to him.

He thinks that maybe, right now, he’ll allow himself a moment of reprieve. Even if it might lead to nothing. The words slip from his mouth before they can even form in his mind.

“By the way,” Loki cleared his throat, watching you with a serious look on his face as he walked you back home, “I think I love you.”

Fall in love with someone you haven’t seen in awhile.

---

Him: There’s no universe or timeline where I don’t love you.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #julian loki x reader #100 ways to fall in love

[iamthecomet]

-sets a craisin chocolate chip cookie in your askbox-

I come baring murder ghoul (past murder ghoul actually) Mountain thoughts.

So in my lore for Mountain, he was cast into Hell after death because he committed a serious crime in life and it lead to a sort of "divine punishment" deal.

The tldr is that he essentially massacred the original occupants of the abbey, like, centuries ago, because they killed his wife when he was still human (she was having an affair with one of the monks, had been their whole relationship, but Mountain loved her so he pretended not to know until it was too much to bear).

Anyway, point is, Mountain has a high kill count straight out the gate, but he's calmer now and just... nobody would suspect that he's capable of such things.

Then there's Dewdrop.

Everyone thinks Dewdrop has the potential to kill... but he won't.

He doesn't.

If he ever did, it would be a complete accident and it would probably break him.

Well, after Aether leaves, Mountain notices that some of the lower level siblings are acting a bit too self important.

They think they're hot shit just because they joined the church, and he can see them abusing what little power they have in order to hurt others, and something about that rubs Mountain the wrong way.

And then they start messing with Dew.

Dew's a stoic, so it's hard to tell when something is bothering him, and that is a strength in and of itself, but all of a sudden he's a lot more "explosive", emotionally volatile, and Mountain see that the siblings are poking the bear.

They want Dew to lash out, because they either think it's funny or they want to get him in trouble.

Either way, Mountain doesn't think it's very nice, and a little voice in the back of his head starts to remind him how easy...

How sinfully simple it would be...

Of course, he tries to ignore it, messes with them other ways, but then they start going after Cumulus, too.

That's two of his packmates that are being mistreated, and if one was enough to make him consider it, two...

Anyway, whether he actually does it or not, those siblings go missing, and nobody seems to know what happened to them, but the plants on one side of the garden seem to be growing a lot better than the ones on the opposite side.

Mountain says he added a little more calcium to the soil, and then just goes back to watching his pack play outside.

...Aether gives him a call later to say that he processed the applications he sent over to make the "transfers" look official.

Anywho.

-slithers away-

How did you know I love craisin chocolate chip!? ANYWAY. Lamp, I've said it before but I have to say it again. I adore your brain. It's so big. Mountain being the deadliest of them. The highest kill count. With a long long fuse? Dew trying so hard to ignore it--to keep his shit together until it's impossible?

Mountain trying to hold off. To just let things play out. Dew can take care of himself. And something will happen to those siblings eventually. They will get knocked down a peg. I love that Mountain realizes that he is the thing that is going to have to happen to them. That if they're being shitheads to both Dew and Cumulus it's only a matter of time before they start in on someone else. And Aether isn't there to put an end to it. And Mountain knows how easy it is. How quick. Knows he could end it in seconds. I wonder if he talks to Aether about it before he does it. Wonder if Aether encourages him. Do we think the others know? Dew? Cumulus? Do they know the real reason the flowers Mountain keeps leaving in their rooms are so beautiful?

#comet comments #lamp #murder ghouls #murder ghoul mountain #mountain ghoul

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Insubordination | Part 2

Summary: Tired of fixing up things after Kizaru’s messing ups, Akainu hires an assistant to help his colleague perform his duties correctly. A good idea it seemed, until Kizaru’s natural extraversion got the best of you.

Characters: Kizaru, Akainu, Fem!Reader

Parings: Kizaru|BorsalinoxFem!Reader

Word count: 3440

Warnings: Smut, very explicit sexual content

A/N: Finally the second part, sorry for the wait, here’s some hot hot smut for you!!

Read part 1 here if you missed it!

For the past few weeks, you had strived to do your job even more thoroughly and impeccably than usual. Surprisingly, Kizaru had been even easier to work with than before. When you were used to helping him do his job, he was now also making sure you had all the help you might need from him.

Your work life was definitely quieter. But it didn’t diminish your feelings in the process, quite the opposite actually. His very considerate nature had a very special effect on you and sometimes, you were sure your feelings didn’t go unnoticed on his part.

You tried your best to keep those feelings at bay though. For the sake of your job, of course. But also because you weren’t able to tell if those feelings could be reciprocated at all. After all, Kizaru was playful in nature and you weren’t the first person to be addressed so familiarly by him. Until one day you realized…

“Hey, Y/N,” a voice called from behind you, making you stop in your tracks and turn around. You watched Kizaru quicken his pace to catch up with you in the empty hallway.

“Admiral,” you greeted him, as usual making sure to address him properly when you were outside of his office.

“Do you have anything planned tonight?” His question surprised you and your heart skipped a beat in your chest. You made your best effort to keep your composure. He surely didn’t mean it like that, did he?

“Why?” you asked with a curious voice, giving him the benefice of the doubt. Your eyes widened when he got one step closer to you. The distance between you was now far from appropriate for the current setting.

“I’d like to take you somewhere, have a drink with you, maybe?” he said in a lower voice, awkwardly scratching his temple. A feeling of ease surprisingly settled inside your chest. You smiled playfully.

“After work hours, right?” you said, just to make sure.

“Of course,” he acknowledged, smiling back.

The sky was progressively getting darker and the streets were getting quieter by the second as you both made your way around town, walking at a slow pace. You were happy to get a chance to go out in the evening as your personal life had been rather uneventful lately.

“So…” Kizaru started, briefly turning his head to look at you as he walked lazily beside you, a hand in the pocket of his pants and the other hand holding your briefcase. “Where would you like to go?” he asked.

You pondered your options, watching the line of shop and restaurants scroll past you. The few people remaining were slowly gathering into the open shops, getting ready for a good time drinking, eating and partying. The yellowish light from inside the numerous establishments lit your path and you felt yourself being pulled towards the festive atmosphere.

“I could kill for a cold pint of beer right now!” you exclaimed with a sigh, turning towards him. His face lit up and he chuckled at your enthusiasm. You jumped slightly in surprise as his arm came to wrap itself around your shoulder but you welcomed the friendly gesture.

“I got you,” he said, bending to get closer to you.

You tried to ignore your raging heartbeat and let him take you to one of his favorite izakaya. You knew you were in for a good time in this moment.

Just like the other day at lunch, you found it easy to talk to him. You spent a couple of hours chatting, drinking and eating. Although you did more drinking than eating and it definitely showed. You tried to gather your thoughts for the umpteenth time this evening as you watched the man in front of you get more serious.

“I’m sorry I got you into trouble the other day,” he said and you took a second to look at him in the eyes. He was sincere and you could tell he definitely felt bad. You chuckled awkwardly and looked down for a second, reminiscing of the feelings rushing through your heart that day.

“It’s alright, thank you for taking my defense,” you said, raising your brows. He shifted in his seat, sitting up and leaning closer to the table.

“As I should have, it was entirely my fault,” he said, pausing for a second, “that’s why I wanted to apologize,” he finished with a small nod. You smiled at his words as they felt almost odd coming from him.

“Apologies accepted,” you announced as you took another sip of your beer. He smiled in turn and slouched back in his seat with a sigh.

“I’m relieved,” he said, laying a hand flat on his chest. You laughed at his overdramatic gesture, taking your drink to your mouth again. You mindlessly shifted in your place and jumped slightly as your foot hit something under the table as you uncrossed your legs. You wiped the beverage that had splashed around your mouth in the process and looked underneath. You had just hit him in the shin and you suddenly felt mortified.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that,” you apologized with embarrassment as he simply laughed it off.

“Are you sure you weren’t trying to play footsie with me?” You took a second to process his words and your eyes widened.

“I swear that wasn’t my intention!” you exclaimed, shaking your head, and waited for a reaction. He smirked and kept looking at you intently, making you want to curl up into a hole and never come out.

“Too bad…” he then said, making you wonder if the alcohol had started affecting your hearing too.

You let out an awkward chuckle and tried and gather your thoughts. You were starting to feel the effect of alcohol and fatigue on yourself and you thought it would be for the better if you got out of here. Even though this probably was the most reasonable decision, you were not eager to leave – or rather, to leave him.

“We should probably go,” you said with hint of regret in your voice but he nodded in acknowledgment. You let him pay the bill as he offered to and thanked him properly as you both exited the restaurant. You barely noticed his hand as it gently laid against the curve of your back, guiding you in the right direction.

“How about I walk you home?” he asked and you nodded, trying not to look up at him as it made your head spin.

“I’ve had quite a few drinks, I think it’s a good idea,” you said and let yourself follow him. His hand left your back without you noticing. You picked a slow pace again as you walked the now very empty streets to your home.

He had to help you again with his hands a few times when your feet started to have a mind of their own and you slowly ended up having to hold his arm for better support. You were very chatty on your way back and the walk helped you sober up a little. However, even with your senses almost completely back, you didn’t notice your hand intertwining with his as you continued on your path.

When you finally stood at your doorstep, he smoothly replaced his hand with the briefcase he’d been carrying for you the whole time. You smiled at him again and pondered your options. You remained still for a few seconds, watching him, your eyes traveling along every curve of his face. His expression was playful but gentle. You definitely didn’t want to part now, you wanted to stay on that doorstep forever.

“I feel like there’s something you might want to do,” he suddenly spoke in a quiet whisper, his voice huskier than usual as he made an effort to be as quiet as possible. You felt your heart beat faster and faster as you realized what meaning his words carried. Now was your time apparently. But despite all the signs he had thrown at you in the past few days, or weeks rather, you couldn’t be too sure.

“Only if you’re okay with it,” you replied in the same whispery voice. He smiled and bent over slightly, inviting you in. You made the final move. You stood on your tip toes, wrapping an arm around his neck for support and pressed your lips to his.

His lips were soft and his touch gentle as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing your body to his. The kiss got more and more fiery by the second and you found yourself obligated to part from him to catch your breath.

Your bodies were still against each other’s and you let your cheek rest against his, whispering in his ear.

“We should probably stop here…” The more reasonable side of you spoke first. You wanted to continue, you wanted to act upon every desire of yours and take him inside of your home to love him all night. But a few drinks didn’t change what he was to you. He was your superior, the man you worked with – worked for.

“We should,” he said, although not moving out of your grasp, “but do you want to…?” he asked.

“No.” Your response came quickly in his ear and your felt him smile against your skin.

“Shall we continue then?” he asked with a playful tone.

“Yes.” Your whisper had just reached his ear when he dived in and started kissing the crook of your neck. You let out a breathy moan and let your fingers brush against his hair. The feeling of his lips on your skin made a shiver travel down your spine and to your core. You wanted him so bad.

You hastily pulled him inside your small house and gave only a quick look back into the empty street as if to make sure no one would catch you. You dropped your brief case and locked your door, leaving you both in the dark of your empty home.

In the shadows, he approached again from behind to wrap his arms around you, encasing you in his warmth and strength. Your head tilted to the side all too naturally, to let him take your neck with his lips again.

“Bedroom,” was the only thing you managed to mutter in between your moans as his hands slithered onto your body, finding places you were oh-so eager to let him explore.

You felt him smile again before you parted from him and gripped his hand as tight as you could, pulling him further into your home. You both discarded any shoes and outerwear on your way to your bedroom.

Maybe it was the remnants of alcohol flowing through your veins that made you so bold as to undress completely in front of him. Maybe it was the sheer eagerness to let yourself go completely in his arms. You didn’t know. You didn’t care.

“You’re quick,” he chuckled in awe at how fast you had worked yourself out of your clothes when he only managed to get out of his shirt.

His breathing became heavier as he took in the sight before him. Suddenly, when you felt you would usually lose your boldness entirely and cower in front of his eyes, you felt even more empowered. You chuckled and watched his eyes drop to your breasts as he saw your chest move with your heavy breathing.

You took a step closer to him as he was still caught in a trance, unable to move. You made him step back and reach your bed slowly. When the back of his knees touched the edge, he let himself fall back and sit on the mattress. This wasn’t enough for you though and you quickly straddled him.

He started touching you, running his hand all over your soft skin and you let yourself enjoy his warm touch for moment before pushing him back again. He took the hint and laid down properly onto your bed, his head falling back on the soft pillows as you climbed onto him again.

The soft fabric of his pants was deliciously rubbing against the inside of your thighs as you moved above him in a lazy, sensual pace. You cast him a sly glance when his eyes dropped to your most intimate part. Your core was close enough to him to rub against the fabric, slowly leaving a patch of wetness where you were grinding against his covered erection. He looked painfully tight in those pants and you relished in his frustrated groans.

“Don’t tease me, Doll,” he said, the pet name rolling perfectly off his tongue, making you giggle and throw your head back as you kept pleasuring yourself on him, running your fingers through the light hair covering his chest.

Finally deciding this was a fun game but not enough for you, you looked back down, making quick work of the fastening of his pants. You freed his twitching cock from the confines of the fabric and took your time to explore his anatomy. You slowly ran your fingers along the shaft, earning from him another groan.

You crawled down his legs to get completely rid of his remaining clothes and quickly got back onto him, this time leveling yourself as to take him inside your mouth. He let out a surprised gasp as your tongue touched the tip of his cock. With a flick of it, the small bead of precum forming at the tip disappeared.

Your eyes shot up to look at him from under your lashes. He was watching you intently, making sure not to lose any second of your little show. It pleased you greatly and you moved to take him whole inside your mouth. Two or three movements back and forth were enough for you to get used to him, your lust-filled mind easily pushing you out of your comfort zone.

Your pace quickened and you made sure to work with your tongue and lips in sync to bring him the most pleasure. Sometimes, you would take him out of your mouth completely, letting the saliva from the back of your throat coat him generously before going back down, easier each time.

He was practically moaning and writhing under you, warning you not to push your luck maybe. What it that good? It was for you, at least. You couldn’t help the hand that slithered between your legs, the fingers circling your clit, slick with your arousal and so sensitive. So much so that you could feel your orgasm building up rapidly, quicker than you’d like as you felt yourself lose control over your own body.

He noticed it through the haze of his mind. He watched you touch yourself as you took him in your mouth, in your throat again and again. “You’re depriving me,” he managed to mutter in between groans, “of such a beautiful spectacle.”

You couldn’t help the smile bending your lips as you took him out of your mouth. He took advantage of this moment to sit up straight and grip your upper-arms, forcefully pulling you up towards him. You straddled him again, your eyes widening in surprise. You felt your walls clench around nothing as you lost your own stimulation.

His lips crashed into yours and you let yourself melt into this passionate kiss, made sloppy by the remaining saliva all around your lips. You trembled with desire and, as if on cue, his hand slithered between your legs to caress your sensitive flesh. You whined at his touch, your hips moving on their own accord, showing him the rhythm you desperately needed.

“I’m so close,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes closed as if to feel more of his touch, only his touch. You were so sensitive it almost hurt, a paradox so pleasurable as you simultaneously couldn’t get enough of the sensation.

“Just from sucking my cock, what a naughty girl,” he groaned in your ear. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, using his shoulders for support as you were about to lose it.

“Do you want to cum?” The rhythm of his fingers was perfect, each movement getting you closer and closer to the edge.

“Yes!” you cried out, your blood burning hot in between your legs as your orgasm exploded inside you. Your legs trembled, your arm tightened around him, pulling him close, so close he could feel the erratic beating of your heart.

He let you ride your wave, slowing his stimulation just enough not to hurt and so you could take all the pleasure you wanted from him.

When your body settled in a blissful afterglow, he wrapped an arm around your waist and a hand around your thigh, squeezing the flesh deliciously. He lifted you ever so gently and lowered you again, watching your gaze fog up again as his cock entered your throbbing pussy.

He had to stop for a second to gather his thoughts, you’d gotten him so close.

Your eyes were on him again and you dived in for another kiss, letting your hand cup the side of his face. His hips coaxed you into moving ever so slightly. You bucked up and down with only centimeters of amplitude as you were still so worn out.

His grasp on your thigh tightened again as he helped you, this time reaching a pleasurable rhythm. The last ripples of your orgasm made your wall tighten around him as he reached sensitives places inside you. This was so much, too much.

“You feel so good wrapped so tight around my cock,” he said and you could only whine, feeling him hit that spot again and again, stirring up all kinds of feelings inside you.

You suddenly felt the urge to say something- anything, to utter the first thing that came to your drunk mind- ‘I love you’.

Instead you kissed him again, feeling him quicken his pace. His movement became more and more erratic as he reached closer to his release. You didn’t want it to stop, he felt so good inside you.

In haste, he pulled you up farther than before, depriving you of him, leaving you squeezing around nothing. His moans reached your ears as he pulled you tight, letting his cum coat both your bellies in the thick liquid.

You both took a second to relax, having both reached your climax and not being quite ready to let go of each other yet. Your brain settled into a peaceful state and you felt whole, satisfied.

With a groan, he let himself fall back onto the bed, leaving you straddling him, your eyes curiously dropping to where he had left the evidence of his pleasure on you. With a giggle in your throat and provocation in your eyes, you let a finger run along the skin of your belly, gathering some of the semi-transparent liquid.

He looked confused for a second before you took your finger to your mouth and sucked it clean with the most mischievous smile he’d seen you adorn yet. A frustrated groan left his heaving chest and you couldn’t help laughing out loud.

You expected awkwardness the next morning. But it was nothing of the sort. You both took the time to get ready for the day ahead, quickly enough to be early, but calmly enough to enjoy as much time together as you could.

You hadn’t discussed your new situation, no need to, really. Things fell into place almost naturally, you realized as you waited for him to tie his shoes at the door. Almost as if you’d known each other for years.

Arriving at Headquarters, you suggested getting some tea from the breakroom. You let him go ahead to his office while you prepared the small cups.

You weren’t expecting Akainu to pass by while you were doing so but you silently greeted him from where you stood in the small room as he seemed to have stopped in his tracks to stand in the doorway.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him arriving on time before, let alone early,” he suddenly spoke, his voice lower than usual, as if it cost him greatly to speak these words. “Keep up the good work,” he finished with a firm nod before exiting the room again.

“Thank you, Sir,” you managed to utter right before he got out of sight. A smug smile then slowly creeped up on your lips and you couldn’t help but feeling very amused by the situation.

As it turned out, all your clumsy absent minded Admiral needed was a little… push.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #kizaru borsalino #admiral kizaru #kizaru x reader #reader insert #reader #assistant!reader #ufdlanime #one piece kizaru #borsalino

[mcflymemes]

LYRICS FROM THE LONELIEST TIME *  assorted lines from the album by carly rae jepsen

i've been trying heart to open up.

tell me what you got on your mind.

i wish i never knew this kind of love.

i might sleep with you tonight.

i was looking for you on the beach.

it's not easy.

i've had more of those bad dreams.

you feel safe in sorrow.

someone send me flowers.

do you think about star signs?

am i being sensitive?

we could try to introduce ourselves.

i'm trying to keep away from you.

later, we'll be together.

our lips have no secrets.

press my back against the door.

god, i miss your hands over my body.

i wake up alone.

just one word from you and i run out of reasons.

i think we got there all too soon.

i want to be brave enough for everything.

does it kill you that you're thinking of me?

i wanna get closer.

you made me vulnerable.

just say this isn't happening.

ice can't melt how hot we felt.

go find yourself or whatever.

i get all my confidence from you.

i'm so satisfied.

you didn't even notice.

can't believe i've been gone so long.

it's too late for that flight.

i hope it treats you better than i could do.

you were never just miserable.

what do you want this time?

this love has no limits.

i believe there's a true connection.

last chance.

i drove miles away to finally feel alone.

it's hard here in paradise.

i didn't feel so good.

you're looking right through me.

i try not to go there.

i know you're tired.

when i lost someone, it hit me rough.

i'm coming over tonight.

i know that you hate that i still test your love.

i need that look in your eyes.

tell me that we'll meet up someday.

how can this be life?

i'm trying not to fuck this up.

we spilled that coffee cup on my couch a thousand times.

i was always invisible.

i just need to borrow ten thousand dollars.

am i keeping you up at night?

i can feel the sun on you.

i'm that annoying type.

you made it impossible to stay.

do you talk to me when you're talking to yourself?

it's fine to only know the things i know.

i'm probably gonna never call you.

could we move it to the bedroom?

you can ask me if i'm busy tonight.

the desert lights could lead the way back home.

i used to switch it off, ignore the pain.

i thought it was cute.

i won't bring that mess to you when you're with me.

let me kiss all of these tears coming down.

i want to be brave enough to show you.

you look powerful just standing tall in front of me.

hold me in your humble grace.

i wanna be honest with you.

consequences are difficult to face.

now i smile at strangers.

could you give me peace of mind?

i'm probably gonna harvest your organs.

it's easy this time.

i hope he never leaves me.

i'm getting nowhere.

i'm probably gonna hurt your feelings.

i'll believe in you every night.

just tell me you need me side by side.

i used to soldier through my hardest days.

i wanna do a bad thing twice.

here it comes.

where are you tonight?

i was by your side.

i don't remember you.

i can see the future.

i'm in the moment, living undercover.

california dreaming's never what it seems.

give me paradise.

if you could just put my feet back on the ground.

i'll never let you be.

later, we'll meet at your place.

do you remember a conversation with our heads against the pillow?

i fought for your attention.

your face is calming me down.

are you thinking of me when you're with somebody else?

say it like you mean it.

i shouldn't be here.

#rp meme #rp starters #rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay memes #roleplay inbox prompts #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #sentence starter #sentence starter prompt #sentence starters #writing prompt #askbox meme #ask memes #rp asks #ask meme #inbox prompts #inbox prompt #rp inbox meme #inbox meme #lyric prompts #carly rae jepsen #mcflymemes

[bluezey]

Okay, real talk. I like having fun in the fandom, but I like to make headcanons and analyze things. Sometimes, I may overanalyze. Which led to a discussion that I had to quit before it went into a whole internet debate about Wade.

See, there's some who don't feel Ember falling for Wade made much sense, cause he started the ball rolling with Ember getting her family business shut down. They also don't feel for Wade because he's a rich kid from a billionaire family. They also don't believe that Wade is humble because of his luxurious upbringing, but, in fact, willfully ignorant.

And, I'm sorry, but I feel like I have to defend Wade a bit on this.

First, I will start off by kind of agreeing that his upbringing makes him somewhat ignorant. He had it easy growing up, and somewhat easy as an adult, so he can't understand why Ember, someone who struggles and her family struggles, can't just follow her heart and do what she wants. It also extends to the scene where he didn't know what he did wrong when he watered down the kol nuts, cause he did love the hot foods, they were just too hot for him, but didn't know cooling them so he can eat them was an offensive taboo. So, yeah, he's ignorant, I'll agree with that.

But, despite being raised in a wealthy family, he's still humble, emotional and can easily connect to other people. Also, he lives with his mom despite being twenty six. So, while he was raised rich and has the luxury to live with his mom, he wants to live off his own money, so money hasn't spoiled or made him feel entitled. Yes, agreed, he still has the luxury to live with his rich mom, but he doesn't have the luxury to afford his own place.

Which brings us to his problem that he can't seem to hold down a job. He's going from job to job since his dad died, and can't find his flow, which is signs of depression. We also know he hand his dad didn't get along, but he wanted to fix that, but he couldn't because his dad died, which is a big clue as to what started his depression.

But, to those who haven't read Unlikely Friends, you missed the fact that Wade's dad passed away when Wade was sixteen, and Wade is now twenty six. Wade has been living with a depression that has cost him job after job for ten years. Ten years! How many jobs has he lost during that time? No wonder he can't afford to move out.

Now with all that, we get back to Ember. When Wade first met Ember, yes, he wrote up enough tickets to shut the place down. But, he had to keep his job because he kept losing them. He didn't want to shut the place down, but he couldn't lose another job. He didn't want to mess up again. It wasn't until Ember admitted why the business was so important did Wade realized he messed up even worse for sending in those tickets. In fact, he wanted to tear up the tickets, but he already sent them in. So, he tried everything he could to help Ember save her business, not only because it was important to her, but he screwed up more than if he did lose his job.

Maybe I am overanalyzing and over defending a cartoon water guy. But, one, I friggin love this guy. And two, for an ignorant water guy who was born lucky, I don't think those who see him as a spoiled rich kid realize that he's not spoiled, and he did genuinely want to help Ember because he realized how important Ember's business is, and that he screwed up by focusing on not losing another job.

But I want to know what you think. Not your opinion on if I'm overanalyzing, I know I am 😅 I want to know where you stand and why. In your opinion, do you believe their love was not realistic because Wade is an ignorant rich kid who screwed over Ember, or genuine because Wade was genuinely trying to save Ember's shop after realizing that he ignorantly screwed over Ember?

#pixar elemental #wade ripple #ember lumen

[salembutnotthecat]

More Yulya/Novak and him being an absolute idiot eating gluten? Maybe in an important date, so he decides to just Suck It Up?

novak being an absolute idiot is my favorite flavor of request/fic, so i deeply appreciate this

also i've been missing these two so i'm so excited to write this

some background info: most figure skating competitions (international level) have banquets and stuff after the event itself. so i decided what better way for novak to be an absolute moron who thinks he's invincible. also wanted to introduce some more characters.

tw emeto, food intolerance, stomach pain (the obligitory 'novak is an idiot and won't tell his fiancée girlfriend' warning as well)

Novak can't say he dislikes the fact that even though he came with her, he can't spend most nights with Yuliya.

Sure, Yuliya might have been able to spend those nights in his hotel room, but neither of them really wanted to test that theory. Not right now, not when Yuliya is only in her second season back into competition.

Novak also can't say he's happy things turned out the way they did with the Mavericks. He really isn't happy that he had to step away from playing, and he's even less happy about the fact that the Mavericks lost their conference game and were done for the season. Novak is sure he's taking to it harder because he was there, on the sideline, he should have been able to play. But he can't play, he knows he can't. And it kills him.

But what he is happy about is being able to travel with Yuliya. Being able to go with her to Sheffield for the European Championships. Marina was more than happy to take Elya for the week. Novak would have brought her, but she was nine now. She was in school, more important schooling than had this happened when he was still playing.

Novak tried to think of the bright side. He tried to think of the positive things that went in with all of this mess. And that made it so much better.

Yuliya qualified to compete at the European Championships. Truth be told, Novak was incredibly impressed. Not that he didn't have the highest level of faith he could possibly have in the woman he asked to marry him, but he also knew from her that qualification was no easy task.

He was ecstatic she invited him to come with. Sure, having separate hotel rooms wasn't ideal, but he still saw her doing what she loved, and he still spent time with her.

"Do you want to come with me?" She had asked that evening, as she got ready in his hotel room.

Novak had shut his laptop, abandoning the thesis paper he was working on. It wasn't due for weeks and he was far enough ahead.n That was another thing he was thankful for, no longer playing meant he could finish his master's degree. Not that it mattered now, but it would be useful. If he ever needed it anyway.

"Come with you where?" Novak asked.

"To the banquet?" Yuliya said, "It's honestly pretty fun. Hey, can you fix this?"

She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her hair away, Novak went to fix the collar of her dress. Or, whatever it was.

"Am I allowed to?" Novak asked, "I don't want you to-"

"Trust me, they don't care," Yuliya said, "At least, they never had before. Kirill's going to be there, Zalatoi said he might as well. He's not feeling so hot after his program which is to be expected. Wyatt too, I'm sure Wyatt will ask you all about Jayden but-"

"Yeah, I can go," Novak said, "You're lucky my mom convinced me to pack something nice."

That was how he ended up here. Sitting at a table with Yuliya. With Yuliya's friends. Other European skaters. It felt like another gala dinner, or a wedding reception. But it also didn't.

There was a lot of conversation. And Novak was pleasantly surprised how many people wanted to talk to him. He would never tell Yuliya, but he had been incredibly worried that everyone would either ignore him or not want him there. Novak wasn't much of an extrovert, but it was nice to just have people around who at least seemed tolerant of him being here.

He hadn't even realized dinner came, hadn't realized he's eaten either. But before he knew it, the staff was taking plates away. Including from him.

Yuliya was engrossed in a conversation with a girl from Bulgaria. Melina, Novak thought Yuliya had introduced her. Novak was more than happy to sit back and just listen to the conversations around him.

Kirill was talking to Yuliya and Melina. Something about World Championships, something about a place he went, they were talking vacations and sights before Novak knew it.

As time slipped away, Novak found it harder and harder to keep up with the conversation around him. He checked his watch, but forgot the time almost as soon as he looked away. It didn't matter, really.

Novak felt... weird. He didn't know how to explain it. Not immediately.

"Hey, I'll be right back," He whispered in Yuliya's ear, kissing her cheek lightly.

Novak excused himself from the table with a casual smile, excusing it as needing a quick bathroom break. He made his way through the lively crowd, the sounds of clinking glasses and laughter fading as he stepped into the quiet of the restroom.

Leaning against the cool marble sink, Novak took a moment to collect himself. His stomach churned uncomfortably, and he realized with a pang of regret that he must have eaten something that didn't agree with him. That was the only thing he could think of. After all, it was possible. He hadn't really been paying attention to what he was eating, and he definitely didn't want to make a deal out of it by saying anything. Unless this was something else, but it didn't feel like anything else. Really, it didn't feel like much of anything.

Splashing some water on his face, Novak tried to push the discomfort aside.

As Novak stood in front of the mirror in the restroom, took a few breaths, he couldn't shake off the sense of unease that had settled over him like a heavy fog.

Physically, he felt a knot of discomfort coiling in his stomach, a nagging sensation that something wasn't right. It was like a subtle but persistent ache, a dull throb that intensified with every passing minute. His mouth felt dry, he tasted the faintest trace of blood, he'd been biting his cheek of a little bit, he assumed. Maybe, then, it was anxiety. Being in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar people. Sure he knew Yuliya's friends by legal definition, but they were her friends. Not his.

Despite these unsettling sensations, Novak tried to muster a sense of determination. He couldn't let this ruin Yuliya's night, not when she was so excited about the event. Taking a deep breath, he straightened his posture and splashed some water on his face, hoping to wash away both the physical discomfort and the mental fog.

As he returned to the banquet hall, the sights and sounds of the lively gathering seemed to come into sharper focus, though the knot in his stomach persisted. Novak resolved to push through, putting on a brave smile for Yuliya's sake. She wanted him here, he knew she did. He wasn't going to let her down.

Novak returned to the table with a practiced smile, hoping to blend back into the lively conversations seamlessly. Yuliya, ever perceptive, glanced at him with a gentle concern in her eyes.

"Everything okay? You were gone for a bit," she asked softly, her concern laced with a touch of worry.

Novak waved off her concern with a casual shrug. "Just needed a breather, all good," he reassured her. Yuliya nodded understandingly and turned back to her conversation with Melina, the topic shifting to upcoming competitions and training routines.

As the evening progressed, Novak's condition worsened despite his attempts to hide it. The knot in his stomach tightened, and waves of nausea washed over him with increasing frequency. At one point, he tied back his hair without thinking about it. The vibrant conversations around him blurred into an indescernable mix of voices, making it difficult for him to focus.

As he sat there, he only felt worse. As quickly as he realized something wasn't right, things took a turn for a worst. The need to be sick was urgent now, a desperate plea from his body to rid itself of whatever had caused this turmoil.

Yuliya was engrossed in a discussion with another skater, unaware of Novak's sudden departure. However, Kirill, who sat nearby, noticed Novak's hurried exit and the strained expression on his face.

Concerned, Kirill excused himself from the conversation and discreetly followed Novak to the restroom.

As Novak leaned heavily against the bathroom sink, his hands trembling slightly, he was hit with a wave of intense nausea that seemed to consume him from the inside out. The once-faint discomfort had escalated into a full-blown ordeal, his stomach twisting and churning as if in protest against whatever had triggered this sudden sickness.

Before he could register the severity of his condition, he turned quicker than he thought he could, dashing for one of the stalls, completely forgetting to shut the door, heaving uncontrollably. The taste of bile and the acrid scent filled the small restroom, adding to his misery. Each retch was accompanied by a sharp pang of pain, his body convulsing with the effort to expel whatever had upset his stomach so drastically.

Just as he struggled to catch his breath between bouts of vomiting, the bathroom door creaked open, and Kirill's concerned face appeared in the mirror's reflection. Kirill didn't hesitate, immediately taking action to check on Novak.

"Hey, easy there," Kirill said softly, placing a hand on Novak's back in a comforting gesture.

Novak spit, coughed, tried to catch his breath. Before getting so sick he fell to his knees.

"Ah shit, one of those," he hears Kirill say behind him.

Yuliya told him something about Kirill. But Novak couldn;t remember what it was. It was enough for Novak to know Kirill wasn't mad, at least.

Novak's face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead despite the coolness of the restroom. His whole body trembled with exhaustion and the exertion of being violently ill. He felt weak and drained, his muscles protesting with every movement.

"Here," Kirill reached around, loosening a few buttons on Novak's chest without thinking.

"I-I don't know what happened," Novak managed to gasp out between breaths, his voice hoarse and strained. The sudden onset of sickness had caught him completely off guard, leaving him entirely shaken.

"It's okay, sometimes these things happen," Kirill reassured him, patting his back gently. "Just focus on breathing for now. Take small sips of water when you can."

Novak moved over. He didn’t want to tell Kirill to get his hands off him, but the touch was an annoyance at best. So, he simply moved over. He leaned against the stall wall, trying to steady his ragged breathing. The taste of bile lingered in his mouth, a bitter reminder of his body's revolt.

“This just happened?” Kirill asked.

Novak nodded, “I don’t… know why. Please don’t tell Yuliya.”

Kirill nodded in understanding, "I won't say anything if you don't want me to," he assured Novak, “But maybe you should consider telling her. She'd want to know you're not feeling well."

Novak hesitated, torn between wanting to keep Yuliya in the dark to avoid ruining her night and the practicality of getting some rest. "I... I'll think about it," he replied vaguely, not wanting to commit to either course of action just yet.

Kirill gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before stepping back slightly, giving Novak some space. "Take it easy. If you need anything, just let me know. And here, take this so you don’t exactly smell like you just puked up your dinner when you talk to Yuliya.”

Kirill grabbed a pack of gum from his pocket and handed it over. before leaving the restroom to give Novak some privacy.

Alone in the restroom, Novak took a few moments to compose himself. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts, trying to come up with a plausible excuse to leave the banquet without causing undue concern. Finally, he decided on a simple explanation that wouldn't raise too many questions.

When Novak returned to the table, Yuliya immediately noticed the tired lines etched on his face. "Everything alright?" she asked, her concern evident in her voice.

Novak managed a weak smile, trying to appear nonchalant. "Yeah, mom’s just trying to call.”

Yuliya nodded understandingly, her expression softening with concern. "Do you need to go?" she asked, ready to accommodate his needs.

"I think I should," Novak replied, relieved that his excuse seemed to work. "Sorry to cut out early."

Yuliya shook her head, her concern evident. "Don't apologize, your mom comes first. Take care of whatever it is, okay? I’ll come up in a bit anyway.”

Novak nodded gratefully, excusing himself from the table and making his way back to his hotel room.

-

Novak was exhausted. He wasn't sure how he ended up so terribly spent, but here he was.

He intended to put on something more comfortable and lay down. By now, his stomach was killing him and he was unbearably nauseous. A million things ran through his head as to why he was so sick. It was so sudden. He felt fine earlier, really he did. He felt fine until after dinner.

At some point, Novak dozed off. It didn't last long. Before Novak knew it, he stumbled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, his body heaving with the familiar sensation of sickness. He barely made it to the toilet in time, the sound of retching echoing in the confined space. Each wave of nausea was accompanied by a rush of adrenaline, his heart racing with the intensity of the sickness that seemed to have no end.

Meanwhile, Yuliya had returned to the hotel room, her footsteps quiet as she entered. Concern etched her features as she noticed Novak's absence from the room. His phone was on the nightstand. She walked over and plugged it in for him.

"Novak?" she called out softly, her voice tinged with worry.

The sound of vomiting from the bathroom answered her question before Novak could. With a sinking feeling in her chest, Yuliya hurried to the bathroom door, pushing it open to find Novak hunched over the toilet, his face pale and beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

"Novak, what's wrong?" Yuliya's concern was evident as she knelt down beside him, one hand pushing back some hair that got in the way. The sight of him in such distress tugged at her heart, her worry for his well-being overriding any inconvenience or plans for the evening.

Novak glanced up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and discomfort.

"I... I don't know," he admitted hoarsely, the truth of his situation laid bare in front of Yuliya. "I've been feeling off since the banquet, and it just keeps getting worse."

Yuliya's gentle touch and comforting presence offered some solace to Novak as he struggled through another bout of sickness. Yuliya hated to leave him, but knew he hated her being so close when he wasn't feeling well. She stepped out, she changed out of her nice dress. She came back with a water bottle, just as Novak coughed up one last mouthful of whatever was making his stomach so pissed off.

Once the episode passed and Novak sat back, his breathing still ragged.

"Kirill was worried about you," Yuliya said, standing to grab a cup from the sink, pouring some water in the cup.

"Yeah, he followed me, for some reason," Novak said.

"Kirill has a chronic vomiting condition," Yuliya said, "It's like a sixth sense, he knows when someone is going to throw up."

"Wait how did-"

"I texted Marina," Yuliya said, "Asked her if she and Elya were okay after what you told me."

"Fuck, why?" Novak sighed.

"Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well, you didn't have to come to the banquet if-"

"I was feeling fine earlier," Novak said, "Genuinely, I don't know what happened. I ate dinner with you guys and just started feeling shitty."

Yuliya sighed, sitting next to Novak without a word. Novak looked to her, confused by her sudden silence.

Yuliya lightly faceplanted into his shoulder. Novak would have been worried, more worried about her than how terrible he felt. But Yuliya started laughing.

"You are so stupid," she scolded gently, her tone laced with exasperation but also a deep caring for his well-being.

Novak winced slightly at her words, knowing she was right but not wanting to admit it fully.

"You had what I did, didn;t you?" Yuliya asked, "What… most of us had."

"I did but I mean," Novak said, "I didn't think about it and even if I had I didn't want the trouble of-"

"Zalatoi is complicated, he has to eat both gluten free and vegetarian or else he ends up like you," Yuliya said, "Kirill always substitutes the actual meal for a few sporadic rounds of lighter things, like a soup or salad or whatever they have. They are used to it, babe."

"I know, I know," he muttered, his gaze downcast as he felt a pang of guilt for causing such a scene.

Yuliya sighed, reaching for a towel to dampen with cool water and handing it to Novak. "Here, wipe your face. Then we can lay down and cuddle to make up for you giving me a heart attack and a half.," she said, her voice softening as she resumed her comforting gestures.

As Novak cleaned himself up, Yuliya couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and fondness towards him. His tendency to downplay things and brush off concerns had always been a source of mild irritation, but she knew it came from a place of not wanting to make a fuss or draw attention to himself.

"We'll make sure you're okay before anything else," Yuliya assured him, her hand resting on his shoulder in a reassuring gesture. It would have been nice to stay that way.

But it was Yuliya. Yuliya lightly smacked the back of Novak's head. "For fucks sake, next time pay more attention to what you eat."

"Oh," Novak said, "Well, if I do that, then I get to miss out on your excellent bedside manner and caregiving."

Yuliya smiled, "Keep talking and I'll drag you to bed, literally. Across the floor."

"You're hot when you're annoyed," Novak told her, smirking slightly.

Yuliya went to speak, but as always such a gesture left her speechless for a moment. She smiled again.

"Yeah, I know," Yuliya teased, "You're ugly when you aren't sending me into cardiac arrest."

"I'm what now?"

"Jokes on you," Yuliya interrupted, "You practically always send me into cardiac arrest."

#emeto #sickfic #emeto fic #emeto cw #emeto tw #emetophilia #the chronicles of novak daskalov being a fucking idiot #food intolerance tw

[browngonzo888]

Small rant about fandom

So seeing a lot of “I miss my quiet fandom” from the Spiderman 2099 fans. Like yeah I geddit, got a lot of Gen A kids with their TikTok’s and their annoying Ciara track edits an such with a version of Miguel they don’t recognize. And also arguments about race and skintone.

think that’s bad?

Mortal Kombat fandom…. FULL of racism. Sexism. Homophobia. Transphobia. Deathwishes. Netherrealm Studios retconning the characters to hell because they handed the script to a guy who’s NEVER had any experience with video games (when it comes to ick, P Daniels got nothing on Dominic Cianciolo) Redesigns not able to decide who they wanna pander to. A lot of this crap because they were trying to stay relevant to an old crowd from the 90s as well as cater to a newer crowd, but there was a severe clash because the old crowd knew a simpler arcade game while the newer fans wanted FGC level BS. MK11 was the biggest fandom nightmare. Seriously atsv is MILD, and seems to try to go in the right direction by being rich with additional culturally specific art and design. MK did something like that but then also did some weird crap with it and not everyone was happy and I still haven’t exactly pinpointed just what that was! They literally changed up a skin because it was Confederate-inspired.

A mess! I got into the shittiest arguments. Never wanna go back to that ever again as long as a live, no matter how good or ambivalent my intentions are.

So I kinda left it alone

Anyway. Before atsv I went back to Psychonauts. Played it as a teen, then part 2 came out in my 30s. Of course they did small things that catered to new players. Some of the stuff the newer fans do are not always easy to relate to or understand (like the Miguel tiktok edits), but I really don’t mind it at all. I reached out to them in my own way by liking and reblogging their work and they checked me back in kind and some I chat with on a regular basis. What I’m tryna say here is that there’s always gonna be old fans and new fans. Depending on the way creators handle their audience can heavily effect the way their fandom gets along. NRS dropped the molten hot ball by being a hostile network that occasionally even fought with their own fans. Doublefine Studios is hella-casual and their fandom turned out that way too.

In real time I’m sorta watching where Sony is going with this fandom. They seem to be diverse-conscious yet also trying to ignore Miguel’s origin comic shamefully? Idk i think it fits him anyway, no matter what he looks like. Oof and I’ve seen the whole “why he white” rhetoric in Miguel fanart over at Pinterest and gosh I don’t know if I can spare to care anymore because you couldn’t swing a controller without running into that with MK art, when clearly a LOAD of their characters were default Caucasian-looking in the 90s. It’s a reoccurring design that has plenty of room to make changes with imo, but it’s tiresome to gatekeep.

I think if people are just a bit patient with the newer fans and not start a war, things will be fine and the Spiderman 2099 fandom will go back to being peaceful. I’m a newer fan. I don’t like the weird edits. I purchased the first two issues of the 90s comic to fully understand Miguel’s origin, the very comic with the cover that atsv used in his intro. It’s nice to collect something else other than DC Lobo. I think if you feel creeped out, pressured, or even downright angry at new fans, just ignore them. Ignore me. It’s possible to curate your own experience online. Except Twitter. Fuck that place in the A, I hate it. I’d join a hateocracy against the destruction of Twitter if I could. And if you a new fan, idk just have fun and don’t be mean to the old fans because they the reason 2099 came back around despite his story getting shelved several times.

Anyway, ramble over. I wanted to get a lot of that off my mind.

#psychonauts #spiderman 2099 #NRS #mortal kombat #fandom #in fighting #racism #transphobia #homophobia #sexism

[blorboselfshipping]

I really don't know why it's impossible for me to write first how my s/is and f/os meet, I always skip to my favorite parts (although I guess that's the whole point of the self-indulgence)

Anyways, I wrote this in a flustered blur, I'm simping hard-core for rat dad, help *yeets*

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In the lair, the noisiest area was without a doubt the kitchen. Sure, the dojo could get pretty loud, the sounds of training filling the evening air, and the common room was perfect for movie marathons or the rare party. But, those were only noisy when filled with the whole household; the kitchen hummed with energy at every hour.

Fluorescent bulbs whined, the neon diner sign on the wall buzzed, even the fridge muttered along underneath it all. When the boys were up, coming in and out of the room, it was easy to ignore the underlying cacophony. 

However, the kitchen only had two occupants this late morning. There was a weak chill in the air above ground, sapping heat from the concrete walls that surrounded Rose and Splinter as they talked at the table. With freshly dried tea leaves in their mugs, the kettle warming on the stove, and a portable space heater below the table, they sat closer than what was strictly necessary. Occasionally their feet would brush, but they were both pretending it was due to the desire to keep the hot air of the heater on their skin. 

It was late for them, even as the bright sun climbed to its peak aboveground. The boys were with their friends, the Mutanimals, for the day, leaving Splinter free from the need to rise earlier. Rose loved these slow moments she stole away in this busy life with her friend. 

Although, she'd been struggling to only think of him as a friend lately. 

When she'd jumped to this dimension, Rose didn't think she would find anything warm or colorful in this cramped maze of a metropolis. The trees were so bare and everything seemed to be washed in a gray light, like stepping back in time. But down here, this family was bright and fun, comfortable in their unusualness. It was like discovering a long lost, beloved quilt from childhood. Rose hadn't realized how much she had missed having a family until now. 

If the boys, April, and Casey were the unique patchwork in the middle, Splinter was the bold, thick border surrounding them all. Strict and unwavering, to be sure, but also woven with a brilliant gold shining thread, highlighting and supporting his family.

Rose could see it in the way he understood Michaelangelo's talent where others saw just a hyperactive mess; in the way he supported Leonardo’s growing confidence as leader; in the way he didn't shy away from Raphael's temper, only withstood the heat to try and hone it; in the way he acknowledged Donatello's kind heart just as much as his intellect. Every passing day brought new reasons for Rose's heart to give up the ghost and just admit that she was falling for Splinter.

But how to address it? Was it worth the fight when who knew what tomorrow would bring, when they still didn’t know what the Kraang’s next move was? For the last month and a half, Rose’s tracker had laid dormant and quiet in her bag. She checked it periodically anyways, never wanting to miss the moment it might spring back to life and pull her away, through the next portal. 

At some point it had begun to feel a bit like self-torture; being torn between her goal of taking down the Kraang, giving them the justice they deserve, and staying with the people she’d come to love like family. 

On the stove, the kettle released it’s steam, the sharp whistle bringing Rose back to the present moment. She blinked, aware that she’d drifted into silence, but it was comfortable and unbroken like Splinter had known her thoughts were too important to interrupt. She liked that, liked that he gave her space in her mind, never pressing for conversation. It felt like the perfect, warm spot of sunshine you would find in the woods under a tree, inviting you to sit and stay for a while. 

Splinter stood and retrieved the pot, moving just behind her to pour the steaming water into her cup. Rose leaned back, enjoying the closeness and the gentle touch of his hand on her shoulder, and decided it didn’t matter right then. She was so tired of running after something that had only hurt her. The Kraang had taken everything from her, ripping her childhood and her family away from her. They’d left her at the bottom of a deep, dark well to try and claw her way free, desperate for the touch of star and moonlight.

 Here, in this tiny, grungy subway-station-turned-kitchen, Rose realized she could see the tiniest hint of light at the top, and it gave her strength to stay. It gave her the strength to reach up, slide her own fingers between Splinter’s, to turn in her seat and look up at the man who had shown her a way out. Rose didn’t think she was mistaken to recognize the look in his eyes, certain it was the same as her own. 

Splinter let a rare kind of smile draw across his face, soft and filled with affection, and turned his hand to lay a palm on her cheek. Rose let her own smile grow and pressed his hand closer, her heart stuttering just a bit. 

It hardly took any forethought to lift her chin and meet him halfway in the space between, their lips touching once, twice. Time slowed its pace, the moment hanging like the moon from a string, starlight blooming in the air around them. Splinter was reluctant to draw away from Rose, only pulling back enough to allow their heads to rest against each other. There was nothing else. It was only them, the universe standing still as they took their second chance. 

#ship: if my heart was a house you'd be home #my writing #self shipping community #self ship #tmnt s/i #tmnt 2012 s/i #s/i #f/o

[hannahsmusings]

Jackson

I don’t care much for adventures. *Jackson smirked a bit to himself, this back and forth reminding him of your bantering the night before, wishing more than anything that the night wasn’t ruined by your rejection, wanting to be like this with you all the time but he knew he’d always have some sort of a wall up after that, always learning his lesson when he let someone in too close* *Jackson ‘hmm’ed to himself as you mention liking stronger drinks, nodding since you did handle yourself quite well the night before with all those whiskeys, you not being a hot mess like most women on hard liquor and he admired that, it was quite sexy to find a woman who could hold her own, his stomach tightening at the memory of you in that gorgeous gown with a whiskey in hand, it being such a juxtaposition but it made his heart race* *his heart felt like it missed a beat as you seem to pick up on things about him, glancing up at you, feeling seen for the first time in years, no one ever paid him any mind besides Bonnie and his staff and that was only because they had too, you didn’t have to pick up on his drink preferences and yet you have* You guessed correctly… any man who has a refined palette would agree with me. Irish whiskey is for pubs and cheap drinks. Scotch… well, the word cheap never goes next to the word scotch. *his voice was still quite monotonous but it had a soft edge to it, it being clear that his walls weren’t down like they were the night before, but he wasn’t as hard and tense as he was just minutes ago, at some point he had accepted this fate and he wasn’t sure why or how it happened, ignoring the fact that it had everything to do with your presence, you making things easier*

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*rolls my eyes a little as you say you didn’t care for adventures, knowing that was true as you preferred everything to be under your control, your life having no room for spontaneous* *smiles as you say I guessed correctly, pleased with myself but honesty it was obvious, you were a bit of a snob in your tastes and it was pretty easy to predict them* It wasn’t a hard one to guess, your tastes are pretty obvious. It’s how I know you prefer white meat over red meat, cigars over cigarettes, navy blue over royal blue, first edition hardbacks over e-books, black coffee over tea...*trails off, blushing a little with a shrug, having picked up all these details about you but they were no closer in helping me understand you as so many of your tastes seemed to be dictated by your upbringing and not what you actually preferred*

#submission #hannah plot

[little-fics]

Bee

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Stucky x Reader; platonic!uncle!Tony

Summary: Reader is teetering the edge of a slip when her buddies Sam and Clint are mean to her, daddy stucky to the rescue

Warnings: age regression, scary bees, bottle, pacifier, anxiety, a little violence, angry!Steve (not at you), mean!sam and mean!clint, I may have missed some, read at your own risk

Word count: 2.2K

A/N: I had fun with this one! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer for my blog!

Life with Bucky and Steve was great, you'd officially been together for about a year, and they'd been your daddies about half that time. You didn't always regress, just when the world got a little too big and you needed to leave it all behind. The avengers didn't know about your coping mechanism, at your own request, save for Tony who has programmed Friday to detect when you're little and were about to do something that babies shouldn't do, such as cooking or showering because babies makes messes and get hurt. It was something you'd kept private and to yourself for a long time, and it took months to feel comfortable enough to talk with Steve and Bucky about it. You weren't always feeling little, and had the capability of being a very vital part to the team, but on your days off, it was easy to find yourself slipping into that headspace.

That's how you got to sitting on the balcony, slowly slipping into that headspace after a difficult mission. You'd woken up between Steve and Bucky, crawling out of the bed quietly, not quite feeling small but you know it's coming. Clint and Sam find you outside, sunbathing and staring at the clouds. Sam is the first one to come outside, Clint following close behind.

"Mornin' sunshine," Sam sits next to you, Clint moving to the other side of you, relaxing in his seat, Sam holding out a glass to you, "want some lemonade? I know that coffee makes you jittery on your days off." You take the glass, smiling at the yellow straw poking up from the top, "Thank you! And a straw!" You twiddle with it gently, pulling it out to take a sip. "Gosh," your shoulders sag and your head leans back in ecstasy, "Clint's lemonade is the best, thank you." Clint pointedly looks at Sam, smug, "Why thank you Y/n, I'm blushing." Sam scoffs, "You wouldn't have even made it if I didn't beg!" Clint shrugs, "I made food," he looks to you, "speaking of," he has you a plate with a sausage and egg biscuit. You tentatively take it from him, "Oh thank you, are you sure?" Clint laughs, leaning back in his seat, "Yeah, honey, me and Sam already had some."

Once you finish your biscuit, you're back to staring at the pretty sky, sipping on your lemonade listening to Sam and Clint bicker back and forth. A bee comes out of nowhere, eliciting a small yelp from you and you're quickly standing from your seat. They're laughing, which hurt your feelings, the fear of the bee causing you to slip fully. You try to go inside but hear Sam speak to the AI, "Friday, lock patio doors under code Falcon," before you make it to the door. When you pull on it the door won't budge. "Sam," your voice is meek, "that's not funny," you whine and shake the door again, getting nervous over the buzzing around your lemonade on the table. "Friday, open the door." Clint laughs again, "It's just a bee, you've been shot before and you can't handle a bee?" A tear slips down your face, and you feel your heartbeat pick up.

You shake on the door, trying to get away from your mean friends, wiping a tear away, "Open the door Sam." He's laughing, he thinks this is funny, "It's just a bee, it'll be gone in a minute Y/n, it's fine." You shake the door more violently, and it's clear Sam wasn't going to open the door. You bring your hand to the bracelet that lays around your wrist, a fail safe if something is wrong, to immediately notify Steve and Bucky that you need them. You find the tiny sun charm, pressing the tiny button that notifies your daddies of your state of mind and that you're in trouble, different from the other charm, a moon, who notifies your boyfriends of an emergency.

Bucky is the first one to hear Friday, "Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers," he groans groggily, "Friday, it's too early for this, what is it?" Bucky reaches over to find just Steve, no tiny baby to love on as he hears Friday once more, "I am sorry Mr. Barnes, but it seems munchkin has requested your presence with signs of distress." Bucky's eyes snap open at the use of the programmed name for when you're in your little space, throwing the covers off and slapping Steve's shoulder. "Bucky, what the-" Steve stops when he realizes that Bucky is already out the door, he's quickly behind him, not bothering to put a shirt on, as Bucky hadn't.

"Friday, where is munchkin?" Bucky spits, FRIDAY speaking up once more, "Munchkin is on the patio with Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton." Their brows crunch together in confusion, Steve finally speaking up on their way to the patio, sleep still heavy in his voice, "Is something wrong?" Bucky shrugs nervously, "Friday said she was showing signs of distress." The system speaks up once more, "That is correct. Munchkin's heart rate seems to be elevated and she is showing signs of high stress. She notified me by her emergency contact Sun Ray." At this, Bucky and Steve speed up, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

The bee is still there, attracted not only to the lemonade, but the brightly colored pajamas keeping its attention as it flies back and forth between you and the lemonade. When it flies towards you, you hide in the corner of the patio, screaming, running to the other corner to hide from it when it follows you, a tear streaking down your face. Sam sees the stray tear, immediately his stomach sinking while you're piddling with your bracelet, ignoring the tears on your face, not hearing Sam when he stands and calls out gently, "Friday unlock the doors." Sam's in front of you, "Let's go inside, come on." When he reaches for you, you flinch back from him, causing his heart to break a little. You're now frantically pushing the button on your charm.

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, munchkin has sent a distress call 13 times, up to 17, 23," and then they're at the doors to the patio, slinging them open.

Bucky takes in your appearance, you look afraid, tears freely streaming down your face, now surrounded by Clint and Sam, who are violently moved by Bucky. He's lifting you by your thighs, bringing them around his waist, glaring at Sam and Clint before carrying you inside. When you're back inside, feeling the rush of AC, you let loose, heavy thick tears falling with sobs. "Shhh my little bunny, I've got you."

Steve remains on the porch, staring at a shell shocked Sam and Clint, "What happened?" They shrug, "It was just a bee, we didn't know it would scare her so bad." Steve rolls his eyes at the men, following Bucky back to your room. When he gets there, you're straddling Bucky on the bed, hands tucked under you, fists balled up tightly, hiccuping sobs. "'S mean," Bucky is rubbing your back, shushing softly while you try to explain what happened, "wouldn't let me 'nside daddy, I try." More sobs erupt from you, Steve's brow furrowing, wondering what you meant.

"Friday, show me what happened with munchkin on the patio before Sun Ray was activated." He watches as the TV screen starts playing the scene, fury creeping up in his bones, while Bucky continued to console you, but matching the fire Steve has in his eyes. Steve saunters out of the room when the TV shuts off, heading straight for Sam and Clint. Bucky holds you closer when you whimper, "Oh doll, dada will be right back, he's just gonna go get you something to drink." You continue to sob, you refused to take your pacifier, dropping it out of your mouth every time he tried to put it in, sobs not allowing it to stay. "Baby baby baby, you're okay, that little bee isn't gonna getcha in here, only daddy." He tries to tickle you, but you just sob louder. He's thankful for the soundproof walls, knowing you don't like to draw attention.

Steve finds Sam and Clint in the common room with Nat and Tony. Tony stands when he sees Steve, anger on his face still shirtless. Steve comes up from behind Sam and Clint, grabbing their shirts roughly, pulling them up and off the couch, feet dangling a foot above the floor, turning them to face him. They're shouting, trying to get Steve to let go. Tony is trying to pull Sam away from him, Nat trying to hit his weak spots so he will drop Clint but he doesn't budge.

"Did you think it was funny?" Steve spits, bringing his face closer to theirs, "Did you? You think it was funny when she cried? Think it was funny when she screamed and pulled on the door? How would you feel huh? If someone laughed at you because you were scared? If your friends laughed at you?" Tony and Nat are confused, "Steve calm down, what happened?" Steve scowls, overpowering the men easily as he turns them around, still holding them in the air. "Friday, pull up the patio clip and my bedroom feed on the common room television."

"Voice identification confirmed. One moment." The video starts playing, but all they can hear are your sobs, not able to hear the small consoling your daddy is trying or the talk from the patio clip as it plays. "Is it still funny bird boy? Is it still funny when you know you're the reason she's like this? No? Good." Steve throws them down on the couch, Tony is furious, Nat is scolding them, and Steve's on his way into the kitchen.

Tony follows Steve after shutting off the video feed, Nat still scolding the two perpetrators. Steve is piddling around, heating up some milk in the microwave. "You okay man?" Tony asks, placing a hand on his back, when Steve glares at him Tony sighs. "Man you can't go back to her seething like this." Steve lets out a huff, "I've never wanted to throttle someone like I do right now." He grabs the milk from the microwave, mixing some hot chocolate power in it, something that frequently happens when you're having a very bad day. Tony hands Steve a bottle, hidden in a thin cabinet, only unlocked by four people in the tower; Uncle Tony, your daddies, and you. "She's your baby, and she hasn't stopped crying because her buddies were mean to her and she doesn't understand, if you go in there angry, she will think you're mad at her." Tony chides, Steve, resonating with Tony's words, takes a deep breath, filling up your bottle and continuing to shake it. "Want me to come cheer her up with you?" Steve sighs, "Let us calm her down a bit, get her feeling right and we'll play some games later yeah?" Tony starts to rummage through the fridge, "Have Friday notify me." Steve nods, leaving Tony and going back to his baby.

When he opens the door, you're still crying, but when Steve sits he pulls you into his lap, holding you like a baby and rocking you. "Shhh, it's okay baby, I know they were mean, but papa's here now. It's okay," he's rubbing your face gently, your sobs turned to weak whimpers. "That's it baby, you want some milk?" You nuzzle into his chest, Bucky taking a sip of the bottle making sure it's not too hot and gives it back to Steve. He holds the tip to your lips, you instantly wrap your lips around it and hum happily.

"There she is, sweet girl," his fingers tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp gently while Bucky rubs your legs with a feather light touch. You hiccup on the milk, Steve moving it away from you and wiping away a stray tear. Your fingers clutch around his shoulder, whining, "Papa." He coos at you, "Drinking too fast aren't we love?" You let out another whine, your bottom lip wobbling, "Pease papa." He traces your jawline before bringing the bottle back to your lips, "Slower, you hear me dove?" You nod gently, closing your eyes and continuing to drink the bottle.

You're teetering on the edge of sleep, Steve wiping away a drop of milk that finds its way to the corner of your mouth. He takes the bottle very carefully, stopping when you suck on it a little harder, trying to hold it in your mouth. "Bunny," Bucky's voice sings to you, "let daddy have that, okay?" Steve tries to pull it away again, this time with no fight, Bucky pressing your pacifier to your lips, which you take happily. He clips it to the top of your pajama shirt so if you drop it, it'll stay relatively within reach. "Friday, put on munchkins lullaby playlist."

Soft music starts playing through the room, bringing you all the way under, soft snores against Steves chest alerting them to your slumber. "Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton are outside, requesting entrance." Bucky rolls his eyes as he slides back down into the bed, "Friday, decline entrance and leave us be to nap for an hour." Steve moves you to Bucky, your sleeping form habitually wrapping around him and his warmth. Steve huddles behind you, wrapping his arm over you and resting it on Bucky, rubbing small circles. "She's gonna be a handful today," Steve comments, letting Bucky know that he thinks today is going to be one of those days where you regress further than usual. "She's gonna have such a good time with Tony." Bucky laughs, his eyes flutter shut, "Don't count her daddies short."

#agere fanfiction #agere fic #little!reader #steve rogers x reader #Steve x reader #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy!steve #Daddy!Steve rogers #daddy!bucky x reader #daddy!Steve x reader #daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky barnes #daddy!Bucky Barnes x reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky #daddy!stucky x reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #Tony x reader #marvel agere #marvel fanfiction #Bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #Steve Rogers fluff #angry!Steve #protective!steve #agere fanfic #platonic!Tony x reader #dom!bucky #dom!steve #dom!stucky

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 4

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky gives you a promotion celebration you’ll never forget.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: FINGERING 💦, not wearing a seatbelt oopsies

A/N: The celebration is here! So obviously, this series will be non-linear with your office escapades with Bucky thrown in every once in a while 😏 Anywayyyy, I hope you guys will enjoy this part! I wanted to make it even filthier but idk, it ended up being like this lol. I don’t even know what my standard for filthy is anymore looool. Thank you as always for the amazing feedback! I appreciate you all 🥺

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

You consciously got up from your cubicle, straightening up your skirt and letting out a deep sigh as you gathered your things.

No one will know, you reminded yourself as you slung your bag onto your shoulder.

“This is so weird...” you whined to yourself when you stepped out, unable to ignore how bare you were underneath your skirt.

Bucky’s stern command rang in your ears as you slowly walked along the corridor, remembering the conversation that took place before you left his office earlier.

“I’ll meet you at the basement parking at exactly 6:15pm.” Bucky said after informing you that he wanted to “celebrate” your promotion.

The only celebration you could think of was having his cock inside your mouth, honestly. And the thought of feeling its weight against your tongue was making you wet again.

“Okay.” You responded before turning around to leave.

“And oh, I want your panties off by then. Don’t be late.”

Walking around the office without any underwear on felt like the tenth circle of hell, especially with your co-workers stopping you every once in a while for a short conversation about your promotion.

“Girl! I saw the e-mail! Congratulations!” Martha squealed when you came across her.

You forced a smile and thanked her, trying to hurry your way out of the office because having your pussy out felt horrifying. It’s not like anyone would know but goddamn Bucky and his request, this was the most uncomfortable you’ve ever been.

Martha bid goodbye thank fuck, but just as you were about to press the button of the elevator, Mark saw you and called for your attention.

“So, department head huh?” He said as he approached you.

You forced out a chuckle, “That’s me alright. Look I hav—“

“You deserved that promotion. I mean, it was surprising but well-deserved. Hey, do you want to grab a drink later tonight?” He asked with interest.

You made a face, “Oh sorry, I’m going out with...a friend...to celebrate. Maybe next time?” You said and quickly pressed on the button.

Time was ticking and you were sure that Bucky’s probably on his way down to the basement. You started tapping your foot on the ground when Mark continued to tell you about this new bar a few blocks away and how he would love to take you there sometime. All you could do was nod enthusiastically, hoping for the elevator to reach your floor.

Your phone dinged and your eyes almost popped out of their sockets when you saw that Bucky had sent you a text. And that the time was now 6:15pm. Shit.

I’m waiting.

-B

You were just about to type a reply when three dots suddenly appeared, followed by another message.

I said don’t be late. I’m giving you another 3 minutes and if you aren’t here by then, I won’t let you cum.

Just like that, your phone slipped from your hands and fell to the ground much to your horror. Because how the fuck were you going to bend down to pick it up without exposing your pussy?!

“No worries, I got it.” Mark said about to pick up your phone when you yelled for him to stop.

Either you’ll let him pick it up and have Bucky’s message be seen or bend down and have your womanly part be seen instead. Mark looked up at you suspiciously.

“It’s okay, I got it.” You awkwardly smiled and slowly tried to bend down, struggling with your knees to make sure no one would see that you’d forgone your underwear.

Mark chuckled at your strange behavior but decided to let it go and bid goodbye, repeating that you owed him a night at the bar. You merely offered a smile before hopping into the elevator as soon as the doors slid open.

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Bucky had an entire parking basement reserved for him, obviously it was one of the perks of being the CEO. You didn’t have to worry about being seen down there either so that was a relief.

As soon as you stepped out of the elevator, you immediately caught sight of Bucky right across, leaning against his black Jaguar XF. Even from afar, you could see that he was glaring at you for being late.

You squeaked to yourself and hurriedly approached him, ignoring how your bare cunt was slightly getting damp just from seeing Bucky gazing at you like that.

He watched you with a stoic expression as you jogged towards him. You swallowed hard because you couldn’t read your face but you were sure that you were in for something.

“I said don’t be late.” He gruffly said.

“Sorry, I got caught up on my way here. And it’s not that easy to walk around commando.” You snapped.

Bucky lifted his eyebrow at you, his eyes moving lower to stare at your skirt as if he was trying to see through the fabric. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks.

The way Bucky looked at you made you feel exposed and vulnerable, even with clothes on.

Bucky held out his hand, “You’re really an obedient one, aren’t you?” He asked with amusement.

You heaved out a deep breath before fishing your black underwear out from your bag, handing over at Bucky who smirked at you as he placed it inside his back pocket.

“You better be ready, ‘cause you’re in for a celebration.” He whispered.

-

Who would have thought that Bucky was so damn good at multitasking? He already proved it earlier when he took a phone call while he was fucking you. But now, he took the skill to a whole another level.

The man was driving along the highway while his hand was rubbing the shit out of your cunt while you were on the front seat with your legs wide open.

You could hear your mother’s voice in your ears reminding you to use a seatbelt. God forbid that Bucky crashes the car, you weren’t ready for rescuers to discover your body in such a state.

What would they even tell your mother? Ma’am, your daughter was being fingered in the car when they crashed. What a way to go, huh?

“Bucky...” you moaned, your hand coming up to claw at his forearm when he sped up with his assault on your sex.

“Fuck, look at you. So fuckin’ wet, dripping down on my seat cover, huh?” Bucky grunted as his fingers continued to rub across your pussy.

How the hell was he even driving properly?! Not once did he swerve nor missed a turn. Does this man even have a weakness?

Meanwhile, you looked wrecked and used as you squirmed in your seat with your skirt bunched up to your waist. You could hear your wetness as Bucky continued to play with your folds, opening them up until he was able to insert his middle finger into your hole.

The sound you made was borderline pornographic, and you couldn’t bring your eyes away from how Bucky’s hand stayed in between your legs. The seat cover was made out of leather and thank goodness for that because the mess you were making was just too much.

“Shit...you’re gonna make me cum.” You moaned out loud, your hips rolling on its own accord when Bucky slipped another finger in.

“Oh baby,” Bucky chuckled, “You know you can’t. You were late, remember?” He teased, stealing a quick glance at you before returning his attention back on the road.

You whimpered, “I’m sorry...please...god I’m so close.”

Bucky licked his lips and pumped his fingers into you faster. Your toes curled inside your pumps, thighs quaking and hips violently grinding against his hand; but just as when you were about to snap, Bucky withdrew his fingers and made a sharp turn on the road.

“Bucky, please!” You begged.

He tutted, “No cumming. At least, not now.” He smirked.

Your hand was about to replace Bucky’s but he quickly noticed what you were trying to do and warned you.

“Touch yourself and I’ll fuck you on the hood of my car while everyone watches.”

Hearing that from Bucky made your eyes roll. You seriously got it bad for your boss, and he only fucked you once!

Bless Tinder for helping you land one Bucky Barnes.

The car slowed down and you noticed that Bucky was parking right in front of a fancy restaurant. Was he seriously going to leave you high and dry and then take you out to dinner?

Your eyes landed on Bucky’s hand, still glistening with your wetness, as he maneuvered the wheel. He doesn’t even care about smearing your juices on his steering wheel and you found it so hot that the throbbing in your cunt was becoming unbearable.

You closed your legs and pulled down your skirt, adjusting your position on the front seat. You groaned when you felt your wetness seep into your skirt, forming wet patches all over the fabric. You blushed upon realizing that you were sitting on a puddle of your own juices.

“I’m wet, Bucky.” You told him matter-of-factly.

He turned to you, “I’d be disappointed if you weren’t.”

You deadpanned, “Not that! I mean...” you said and motioned to your skirt.

“Don’t worry, I bought you a dress.” He said and reached for a paper bag sitting on the backseat.

You made a face, “You have everything planned out, don’t you?” You asked.

Bucky’s shit-eating grin gave away the answer. He wanted you to make a mess in his car and he knew he could do that to you. What a smug bastard, but hot nonetheless.

“Go change in the backseat while I clean up your mess.” He said with a smirk.

“But I want to—“

“I’ll make you cum before dessert arrives, I promise.” Bucky cut you off with a sweet kiss on your lips, much to your surprise.

The kiss was simple, no tongue or whatsoever. It was just that, a kiss. So why were you having butterflies in your stomach?

“Now go and change, I made a reservation and we can’t miss it.”

Shit, shit, shit.

You may have realized that Bucky doesn’t seem to have a weakness (provided that he multitasked like a god), but you sure as hell discovered yours when Bucky kissed you like that.

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