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putellas14 · 4 months

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Home for the Holidays (Alexia Putellas x Reader ficlet)

18. "cancelling all other plans so they can spend the entire holidays together."

Hope you don't hate me for being a few weeks late. This one's not the best but covid really took me out. Merry Christmas, dear friends. I hope 2024 is full of magic for you all.

"Are you excited to go visit your family for Christmas?" Lola asked you at the end of the last training before Christmas. This was your third year in Madrid and every Christmas, you left Spain to visit your family in Denmark. You usually looked forward to the time with them since you didn't get to go home often.

"Yeah!" you lied. "We're going to make cookies like we do every year and I've been on a crafting kick, so I made a bunch of pinterest-y crafts to give them." You hadn't told anyone but you were dreading going home this year. Not because you didn't love your family but because you didn't want to leave Alexia alone. Her mom and sister had gone on a vacation for a week to Japan and due to a volcanic eruption, they had gotten stuck there. So far, there was no news on whether they'd make it back this weekend for Christmas.

Not that anyone knew you and Alexia were dating. That you wanted to throw your traditions to the wind and start building new ones with Alexia.

"When do you leave?"

"In the morning. I have the first flight out at 6am."

"That's too early," Lola said, fake shuddering. "Merry Christmas, Y/N," she said, picking up her bags. "I hope you have a great time."

"Thanks, Lol. Merry Christmas." You smiled warmly at her as she walked away. You finished packing your bag and walked out to the parking lot. On the drive back to your apartment, you tried calling Alexia. They had finished training for two weeks yesterday and had a team Christmas party tonight. It surprised you to get her voicemail. Hanging up, you sighed, hoping she was alright. She loved Christmas normally and you knew it was incredibly hard for her to be without her family.

Once you were home, you turned on all the Christmas lights you'd put up. Bright colors and twinkly white lights illuminated your home, bringing a huge smile to your face. The Christmas tree in the corner was filled with the ugliest ornaments you could find. Garlands and tinsel were hung over every window. The older you got, the more time you spent away from home, the more you reveled in tacky Christmas décor.

An hour later, you were curled on the couch with a large bowl of soup, a cheesy Christmas movie on the television, and your puppy sprawled out next to you on the couch. As the couple on the screen slowly fell in love, your mind drifted to the woman you loved. And you started to plan. There was no way you could leave her alone at Christmastime. The thought of her alone dampened all your Christmas spirit.

The next morning, you packed up your bags and the puppy and made your way to the train station. When you should have been touching down in Copenhagen, you were stepping off the train in Barcelona. Although Zazu had only been to Barcelona once, he led you right to her apartment, tugging you along behind, anxious to see Alexia. You had a key to her apartment but this surprise felt worth knocking and waiting for her to open the door, so you kept it tucked away in the side pocket of your backpack.

She answered, a hoodie pulled down over her forehead, hair that had escaped her bun poking out around her face. The initial frown she had at being awoken broke into a smile and then tears.

"Oh, honey." You stepped into her and wrapped your arms tight around her. She burrowed her head into your shoulder, making her hood fall off. Zazu jumped onto both of your legs, barking in excitement.

"I needed you. And here you are," she whispered.

You brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. "Come on. I'll make you some breakfast."

She hugged you from behind while you made food for both of you. Her arms tightened when you started pulling plates out of the cabinet. All you could do was giggle. Hungover Alexia was always so cuddly. Sad Ale was clingy. This Alexia was a combination of both of them.

“Are you going to let me go so we can sit at the table or do you want to sit on the couch?”

“Couch,” she mumbled.

"Carry this for me," you said, handing her one of the plates. You picked up the empty plate and took her free hand in yours for the short walk to the couch. Zazu had made himself comfortable on one end. His tail wagged excitedly when you walked closer to him. Skirting the coffee table, you put your plate down and then took Alexia's to set down. Sitting, you pulled her down next to you, letting your thigh rest against hers. Picking up her plate, you handed it to her. "Here you go, babe," you said gently.

You ate in silence, enjoying each other's presence after all these weeks apart. After breakfast, you both took a lazy shower. You washed her hair for her and let your hands wander. She told you she was beginning to feel half human by the time you got dressed. She asked to go for a walk with Zazu and you gladly agreed. After sitting on the train all morning, you needed some fresh air and exercise.

As you walked down the street towards Alexia's favorite coffee shop, you looped your arm through hers. Barcelona at Christmastime was a magic and you felt like you were walking in a dream. Zazu tugged excitedly at the leash even though he didn’t know where you were going. Multiple times, Alexia had to tug the leash to bring him back to the correct direction.

You took your coffees to the park, so Zazu could run freely for a bit. You cuddled up next to Alexia on the bench. The wind had picked up and you hadn't worn enough layers. She took her hat off and pulled it down over your ears.

"Thank you." You'd also made the mistake of getting an iced coffee. But when he said their special was an iced cardamom lavender latte, you couldn't resist it. It was also so good that you couldn't stop drinking it, despite how cold you were.

"So, what time do you leave for home?" she asked suddenly.

"I have a flight this evening." You traced small patterns on her arm.

"Today?" she asked sadly. "That's so soon."

"I know. I know. My mom was very annoyed that I pushed it even that long."

"Well, I'm really glad you were able to make this pitstop." She kissed your cheek, letting her lips linger a second longer than she should have in public. "I hated the idea of being alone."

"I hated the idea of you being alone too. Which is why I booked two tickets from here to Copenhagen. If I have to go home, you're coming with me."

"What?" she asked, sitting back in shock.

"Come with me," you said, taking her hand in yours. "I want to show you my life in Copenhagen. I want to wake up with you on Christmas morning."

"You're adorable." Throwing her arms around, she pulled you close. "Merry Christmas, Y/N."

"Merry Christmas, Ale." Before putting your arms around her, you let your fingers dance over the little velvet box in your pocket. Christmas in Copenhagen wasn't the only surprise waiting for Alexia this year.

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ddejavvu · 7 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write for Spencer x reader ( female if possible) Where she's in BAU, but a ball of sunshine and innocent, she also has a high IQ. But she wants to get her ears pierced, but she's terrified to do it. But Spencer comforts her and helps her choose the piercing

"I think you should do this one," Spencer hums, peering at a silver stud that's almost too small to see. You know that studs are recommended for the first couple of days after a piercing is made, because Spencer had read you a thousand articles on the subject matter, but that doesn't change the fact that right about now, you don't want anything to go in your ear at all. Never mind that it had been your idea in the first place, you don't want to get your ears pierced.

"I think I should get back into the car," You mumble, and lean dangerously towards the front of the jewelry shop. Spencer catches your hand before you can even move your legs, and tugs you to stand firmly in the spot you'd reserved in line.

"We talked about this," His voice is pumped full of pity that only makes you feel more- well, pitiful. You're an adult, a grown adult with a job, with a car, with an apartment, but getting your ears pierced is scary.

"I know, but-" You try, and the woman you'd checked in with reappears from the storage room with a piercing gun in her hands and a too-bright smile on her face.

"You can have a seat on the stool, Y/N," She gestures to the chair beside a cart of supplies, "Have you decided which studs you want to try?"

All you can do is stare at Spencer, begging, pleading for him to take you home.

"She'll do these silver ones," Spencer taps at the glass hovering above the studs he'd been admiring, "Can I wait in here while you do it?"

"Of course!" The woman gushes, and you're more than happy to grab onto Spencer's hand when he offers it to you, smiling despite the petrified scowl on your face.

"Alright, Y/N, are you ready?" The woman asks, a pair of earrings set neatly on her workstation while she holds the piercing gun up, "All you'll feel is a pinch."

A pinch.

She raises the device to your ear, bracing it against your cheek as she wipes your earlobe with a sterilized cloth. Then she does the same with the piercing gun, and you try squeezing Spencer's hand hard enough to bruise. After all, you're about to have two new holes in your body, he should have to suffer too.

There's pressure on your earlobe, then a pinprick of pain, then she moves around to the other side of your head. Spencer stays in front of you, and you bite your tongue as you prepare for the onslaught of pain surely about to erupt through your temporarily numb ear. You feel the same on the other side, and your chest squeezes tight with panic, dreading the second that your nerves manage to recover from their momentary stun and sear you with pain.

"Alright, you're all done!" She announces, and Spencer grins, leaning in to kiss your forehead, "I'll ring you up at the front, alright? Come on out whenever you're ready."

With that, she's gone, and you sit numbly in the chair.

"They look great, angel," Spencer inspects your new jewelry, "They match that dress you wanted to wear tomorrow night."

You wait still, hands practically breaking Spencer's own in your crushing grip, but still no further pain comes. There's a dull ache in your ears but nothing more than if you'd banged your finger against the kitchen counter, and you start to wonder if the hurricane you'd thought you were in the eye of was already long gone.

"Is that-" You stammer, "That's it?"

"Yes, that's it," Spencer snorts, leaning in to kiss your mouth this time, even though it's firmly set in a nervous frown, "I told you it wouldn't hurt, angel. Come on," He squeezes your hands back, and you stare blankly at them, realizing they're starting to whiten from your grip, ""Let's go pay, and- uh, Garcia's waiting outside for you. She wants to see them."

"You told her?" You stare at Spencer, horrified, "I didn't want her to know!"

"I did tell her," He nods, smiling despite your betrayed look, "Because I needed her to catch you in case you tried running out the door. But you did amazing, sweetheart, she's gonna love them. I love them," He reminds you, tugging you along towards the door.

"I love them too," You decide, eyeing the mirror on the wall before you let Spencer lead you to the front counter, "But if you ever take me into a piercing shop again, Spencer, I'll take a page out of Emily's book, and fake my death to escape."

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beatteez · 8 months

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idol!songmingi x afab!reader

genre: smut (not directly under the cut), slight fluff? kinda long woops

warnings: softdom!mingi, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (woops), oral (f receiving), not soft but not rough sex?, name calling, uhm do tell if i missed anything, mention of yunho

mingi has been very busy all week but you finally get the chance to see him.

the elevator ride seemed a lot longer than usual, maybe it's because you're going to see your boyfriend you haven't seen in two weeks or its the fact it seems like its stopping at every floor.

you finally get up to your floor and the doors open allowing you to walk out with a few other people who work there.

you walk toward the room mingi told you they were practicing in today and stopped when you reach it. the door is open and you watch the boys practice their song bouncy. they finish and all sit down on the floor together talking about things they could have done better and things they improved on.

you meet eye with mingi and he gets up quickly excusing himself from the group. you step back out more into the hall, away from the opening of the door. mingi comes out immediately wrapping his arms around you.

"missed you so much mings" you say, your words coming out mumbled from your face being pushed against his chest.

"i missed you too baby" he says giving your body a squeeze. you look up at him and pucker up your lips wanting a kiss. he smiles and leans down connecting your lips. it felt so natural despite how long its been since you've even seen him.

you pull away smiling and rub his back soothingly.

footsteps are heard approaching you two from the practice room, causing you to look around mingi seeing the members.

"we were wondering what made him get up so fast" yunho says with a bright smile on his face. you talk with the members for a few minutes before they go to get their belongings so they can leave as well.

"you ready to go?" you ask looking up at your boyfriend. he nods and grabs his coat from the chair right next to the door. he puts it on and grabs your hand intertwining your fingers with his.

you arrive at the elevators again and lean your head against his chest as you wait for it. it opens and you both get on just enjoying each others company as the elevator reaches the ground floor. you get off and start making your way towards your apartment.

"what should we do tonight" he ask giving your hand a squeeze.

"i'll do whatever as long as it's with you min"

as soon as you walk in your apartment his arms are around you and his lips on yours. its something you've missed oh so much these past couple of weeks.

"mm...ming" you mumble as he kisses down to your neck.

"come here" he taps your thighs and you jump wrapping your legs around his waist. he walks towards your room and lays you down keeping his lips on yours the whole time.

your hands rest on the back of his neck keeping him close to you. his hands wondering your body sliding under your ass giving it a squeeze.

a soft moan falls from your lips as you arch your back off the bed. mingi pulls his lip in between his teeth, seeing how you're reacting to his touch. his hands move to your thighs pushing them apart his hand traveling to the inside of your thigh.

"i missed you so much" you whisper kissing down his neck. he groans and unbuttons your jeans wrapping his fingers around the belt loop, tugging them off.

"i think i missed you a bit more" he whispers back, sliding his hands over your pussy his fingers rubbing small circles over your clothed clit. your moans fill his ears and he pulls your panties to the side and slides two fingers in you. you let out soft and quiet whimpers as you tilt your head back clenching around his fingers.

"fuck.. you're so wet" you pull his face down to kiss him as he works his fingers in out of you at a nice pace. you clench around his fingers feeling close already since it's been so long.

"gonna cum already pretty girl" he says kissing down to your neck his thumb rubbing over your clit.

"mhm..fuck..if you keep on i will" you whimper out leaning your head back again. he pulls his fingers out slowly and moves down between your thighs and sticks his tongue out pulling your hips closer to him, he licks a long slow stripe up your pussy bringing your clit between his lips.

this sends you over the edge and your hands come down to hold his head still. your legs wrap around his head as you feel the pleasure taking over you.

"good fucking girl" he mumbles kissing your clit softly "gonna make you do that again but on my cock this time" he says kissing up your body reaching your lips.

he flips you over onto your stomach and you hear his pants hit the floor. his hand rubs soothing circles on your ass and you push back against him.

"please ming" you whine needing him more than ever now "need you now"

"calm down baby" he says, you look back and he's jerking his cock as he aligns himself with you and runs his hand down your back, causing you to lean your head on the bed.

you push you ass back onto him and feel him fill you up.

"god baby...you're so fucking tight" he groans stilling inside of you "relax some for me, yeah" he waits for you to adjust and relax some. after you do he pulls out all the way and pushes back in.

your whines fill the room as he picks up his pace. his hand pulling you up flush against his chest, gently gripping your throat. he kisses you not stopping his motions.

"missed this pussy so much, missed everything about you" he says kissing on your neck pulling your head back. his other hand sliding down your body to rub your clit again.

your whines turn into moans and they get louder as your second orgasm approaches. your pussy clenches around his cock so deliciously it causes him to moan out a quiet 'fuck'

"m'gonna cum baby"

"let it go pretty, wanna feel you feel good"

he quickens his fingers against your clit, and feels your body start to shake softly. you see white as your orgasm hits, feeling your body go limp. he pulls out of you and you feel his cum hit your ass, his soft moans filling your ears.

"fuck i missed you so much" he says kissing your cheek.

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m4k4yl4 · 5 months

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Ribbons[🔥]

Day 2

Summary: Lee Minho comes home to a special early Christmas present from his lovely girlfriend..

Content warning: fingering, bdsm(tying up), oral fixation, lingerie, nicknames(baby, dear, darling), oral sex(m!receiving),kissing/biting, hickies

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Posted: 12/02/2023

When Minho got a text from his girlfriend to come over, the last thing he thought he was going to see was her sitting pretty on her bed, a new set of bright red lingerie, sitting on her body matching the red christmas ribbons tied around her wrist, a bow on the front to top it off.

"Surprise!" She says a cheeky smile planted on her face as he strides towards admiring her as she looks up at him, "Surprise indeed. It's not even christmas yet, and I already I'm already getting gifts. What's all this for?" He cradles the side of her face, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

"You talked before on how you like tying me up, so I thought I would surprise you with this, you like it?" He chuckles, leaning down to kiss her. "I love it, darling. What I would love more is taking these cute panties off you. Would you like that dear?"

"Yes, please, Minho.." She didn't have to say another Minho was already pushing her back onto the bed planted Inbetween her leg as he sides her underwear off. She sighs as she feels the cool air of her apartment touch her skin.

"Such a pretty pussy baby, all dolled up for me. It makes me feel so special for having such an amazing girlfriend. " He kisses down her body, sucking on some parts that y/n knew would surely be purple and red by tomorrow morning.

"Minho, please.." She brings her tied hands to his head, gripping his hair. He laughs at her how impatient she is. "Are my kisses not enough for you, needy baby? Do you need more?" She let's out an airy moan as she feels his breath ghost over her clit.

"Fingers..want your fingers, Minho." He lifts himself up moving positions so she sits in his lap, harden cock pressing up against her back as he spread her legs wide fingers reaching to do small circles on her sensitive clit.

"That's what you want? Yeah, I'll give it to you. y/n you've been good for me anyway. My needy girl wrapped up so pretty for me. So good for me. " As he whispers, Nothings into her ear, his fingers slide further down her slit two fingers entering her hole as she turns her head to muffle her whimpers

"Nuh, uh dear, don't turn your head. Want you to watch while you clench around my fingers. Look at that already creaming around my fingers, legs shaking." He kisses the side of her face as she turns back, watching his finger go in and out of her hole, the wet sounds coming from where they are connected, making her body heat up.

"Doing so good for me dear, taking my fingers so well, can't wait to see you take my cock." His other hand dragging up her body to her tits fondling them and pitching her nipples making her start to fall over the edge.

"I'm gonna.. I'm coming, Minho!" His finger starts moving faster inside her while his thumb plays with her clit pushing her over the edge, "Oh!" She shakes in his lap cumming on his finger.

"So good, so good for me y/n." He let's her calm down a bit slowly, sliding his fingers out of her, spreading them, watching the arousal and cum slip down them, "so pretty.."

He moves his fingers to her lips, laying then to rest on her bottom lip, "open." He commands making her instantly drop her tongue out her mouth as he leads them into her mouth.

"Suck, dear." And she does. Cleaning off her cum from his finger tasting the sweet saltiness of it on his fingers, hearing him groaning at the action only encouraging her.

He pulls his spit cover fingers out of her mouth, "fuck that was hot baby. We are definitely not done for tonight, tou think you can do that on my cock now." She smiles at him sliding down to be face to face with his leaking cock.

"Of course, anything for you.." He smiles at her pushing her head down more on his cock. "This has got to be my favorite Christmas present you've given me, dear." She lift off his cock string of spit connecting her to the tip of his cock.

"My pleasure, baby.."

A/N: DAY 2 YAYYYY🥳🎄☃️

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imagine-lcorp · 6 months

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Stubborn Love (One Shot)

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Hi! How about where Lena and reader broke up because Lena want to focus on being a CEO, fast forward in the future where they meet again and Reader has a child with her, whose also Lena's, and Lena tries to make up with reader and their child (Time where women can make a baby together, if you're okay with that)

A/N: Hey little beans!! missed me? Ok so a lot fo stuff has happened and I know I always promise I'm back, but all things considered I just gotta tell you, I'm just here, lost in space, I'll never be gone so at least theres that, so as long as you're here, I'm here, let's just enjoy our time together. Pls enjoy this little something!

Lena Luthor x Fem!R//Word Count: 2, 546

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"Give our children your dark-bright eyes or your enchanted smile. So that even when we are gone, the world will find within them all the reasons I loved you." -Nizar Qabbani

Kelly put glass of water on the coffee table in front of you and sat next to you on the couch. She put an arm around you, rubbing your back and shoulders, trying to provide any kind of comfort she could.

It had been late at night when you had come knocking at her door. From the moment Kelly had opened it she knew something had happened. Your eyes were swollen?, red and you could barely say a word. You were holding a small bag of luggage beside you with a trembling hand. She practically pulled you inside by pure instinct without asking any of the questions that were swirling in her mind to put you in a safe space. It was her number one priority and she wasn't going to leave your side until she was sure you were alright.

When you were calm enough to speak, Kelly found herself shocked by what had made you come to her in the middle of the night. You and Lena had broken up.

Kelly had known you since she had arrived to National City to help her brother. It had been years ago but she still remembered you and Lena together and how happy you had seemed back then. You were probably one of the most estable relationships she had seen among her friends and it surprised her to find out how things had developed between you two to want to end it so abruptly.

Of all your friends, she was probably the only one who could grasp what you were going through and she promised you she was going to help you sort things out.

"Alex is out in a mission, she'll be back home in a couple of days so you can stay without problem. The spare room is ready." She said as she kept rubbing your back and shoulders. She could only imagine how tired yo would be after what had happened.

"I can't stay." Your voice came out hoarse and in a whisper.

"C'mon, you know I won't let you go like this. It's late, we can get to the problem solving tomorrow."

"No, I…I." You swallowed, gathering yourself as best as you could. "I can't stay in National City."

That took Kelly by surprise. "Let's not rush things, alright?"

"No, Kelly, I can't." You turned to look at her so she could see the determination in your eyes.

"(Y/N), I know this may seem difficult but you need to talk to Lena first. I think- ."

"I'm pregnant." You blurted, leaving Kelly with an open mouth.

There was a moment of hesitation in which Kelly didn't know what to do first. If jump in excitement about the new member of the Superfriends family or hug you because this seemed to trouble you more than she would have expected. Kelly opted for the second option and you let her embrace you, she pulled you into her arms as you let another handful of tears roll down your cheeks.

You would remember that first night after leaving Lena as one one of the most painful ones of your life. Your last conversation with Lena, the way you had left her apartment with a single suitcase in your hand, reaching for someone that could help you, and leaving National City behind to start a new life. Everything had seemed too dark and painful but you had something to pull you forward, someone that was going to change everything.

And so, years later you would find yourself stroking a little head full of black hair with your hand while you held his little body with the other against your chest. Little (Y/S/N), your son, was a little more than four years old. He was the light of your life and you loved him with all your might.

Since you had left National City, it had always been the two of you. From the nine months you carried him in your womb until that moment in your life, you had been inseparable. You had been afraid at first, for him and for yourself. Strangers in a new town, trying to make your own home, with no idea of how family was supposed to work. Things were not perfect, but he didn't need them to be and neither did you. You had made it and you had made something beautiful.

It was also true that you had your own regrets. There were moments when you thought a little too much about the past. About how things could have ended up if you had taken better, or less reckless, decisions. You feared the what ifs, the maybes, and the past that had been left that night at Kelly's door. And one particular ghost still haunted your mind and your heart.

Every time you looked at your son, you looked at her. Black hair, green eyes, and a young mind as sharp as a knife. Now I know whose genetics are stronger, you had thought to yourself with a smile so many times. Of course, if you looked at him you could also recognize yourself. (Y/S/N) was the little perfect combination of the best of you.

"She will have your nose, I'm sure." Lena had told you once, delighted at the thought of having a little you running around the house.

She had been sitting on the floor behind you, with her head placed above your shoulder as you both read the required papers to start the medical process that would make you both mothers. You had leaned back, humming in thought. Your fingers moved through pages and pages of information, trying to grasp as much as you could, amidst the distraction that supposed Lena's breath so close to your neck.

"What if she is a he?" You had questioned with a little smile.

"Then we'll have to think of more names." She had placed a kiss close to your ear and then had helped you read the rest.

It had been years since you had last seen her but there she was, with you, with him, even if you couldn't name her. You had said as much about her as you had been able to to your son when he was old enough to question you about it. Why he didn't a father? Or another mother? Two parents like most kids like him? Because his Mama wasn't ready to come to them yet, you had said, but that one day she was going to, and it pained you to realize how much you wanted for that wishful thing to happen too. And it was not long before it became true.

"(Y/N)?"

The phone had almost slipped from your hand after hearing her voice after so much time.

(Y/S/N) had turned his head away from the TV on the living room to watch you, trying to imagine who was talking on the other side of the line to make his mom make that funny face.

"Lena?" You had answered with a shaking voice.

"It's been a while."

The conversation started as it usually did, with people who used to know everything about each other and ended up becoming complete strangers. An exchange of words, questions and answers that seemed to lead to nothing but the abyss that now separated you from your past selves.

"I'm sorry." You heard her say on the other side with a hesitant tone so rare in her it surprised you even more. "I know I should've called you a long time ago."

"Yeah, you should have." You tried to keep your wounded heart from spilling as you looked at your son.

"Would it be too late if I ask , can we see each other again?"

You sat in the corner of the coffee shop with a warm cup between your fingers, sipping your beverage as you waited. You were nervous. You kept bouncing your leg and looking at the door until you saw her come through it.

It reminded you the very first time you had sat together, in that little coffee shop across the street from the office. You had been dreading the moment she would have to cross the door to meet with you, that if she even thought you were worth her time, after you had asked her to have a coffee with you. You could still remember the little smile playing across her lips when she accepted the invitation and the way your stomach had fluttered when she grabbed your arm, promising to met you after work. Time had passed and there had been no sign of her yet. You feared or a moment she had forgotten, and if that was the case you would not hold it against her. She was a busy woman, what was a coffee date compared to the empire she had to keep from crumbling. Still, you waited and, against all hope and all odds she had come.

Time seemed to freeze when your eyes found each other. She was all goddess looking even after the years you had spent away.

When you finally settled at the table, words seemed to be lost for both of you. Small talk was painfully dull. Another reminder of all that had been lost between you two.

"Lena?" You held your gaze towards her and finally asked her. A question too obvious, maybe, but necessary nevertheless. "Why are we here?"

She smiled, sheepishly and not without a hint of regret in her emerald eyes. "'Cause I was wrong".

The moment you had crossed her door to never come back again was the moment Lena knew what true and complete loneliness meant. An unyielding emptiness filled by shadows and rumors of what life she had with you and she had no one else to blame but herself. She had put her company above you, trying to make it the force of good the world needed and wanted, that she forgot you also needed her and wanted her and loved her.

And when Lena had realized her mistakes, when she had tried to reach you, to bring you back, you were so long gone and lost from her sight that it made her want to destroy everything she had worked so hard to build if that meant she would have you again.

"I'm sorry." Lena's eyes were full of regret.

"Don't be." You shook your head. "You were out there saving the world, trying to change your family legacy and I…I didn't want to hold you back."

"I don't think I would have done most of what I did if it wasn't for you." Her lips curled in a little smile. "We did many great things together."

"Yes, we did." The image of your son flashed through your mind and you swallowed hard. "One in particular, I think you need to know."

You stood in the sidewalk among the rest of parents that waited patiently for the school bell ring. You had not dared to answer Lena's questions about where you were going and why you were there after your encounter but you knew she had surely figured it out by now as you watched her fidget with her hands. Instinctively you reached for them, a gesture that had been so common between you, in an attempt to soothe her and yourself. You held hands as you kept waiting.

"How is he?" Lena asked, her thumb caressing the back of your hand in a nervous tick.

"He's very smart, first of his class." Lena raised her brows in surprise. "He likes big animals, wants a bike for Christmas, and wants to be an astronaut before becoming an Olympic athlete, in all sports." You sighed with a smile.

"Wonderful." A wave of warmth rushed through her, feeling herself proud of the little boy she was about to meet, and a moment of silence passed before she dared to ask. "Why did you never tell me about him?"

"I didn't know how." You took a deep breath. "Back then, you were so focused on being a CEO, on working for the good of the people. I saw how much it took from you but I also understood how big that responsibility was. It's true, what I said before. I didn't want to hold you back. I didn't want us to be a distraction, not particularly after our last fight."

"I'm sorry I ever made you feel that way." Lena turned to look at you with pleading eyes. "I never wanted you to face this alone and I'm here to amends…If you let me."

You couldn't say more as the bell finally rang. You could feel your heart pounding hard against your chest and you squeezed Lena's hand.

"Ready to meet him?" You managed to said.

"I am." Lena nodded.

You headed inside the building with the rest of the parents, ready to pick your son. You reached her classroom in no time, greeting his teacher and asking if your son had behaved during class. His teacher was all smiles when she told you your son had been in nothing but his best behavior. Then she called your son and you watched from the door as he stepped out of his little chair, rushing towards you. You picked him up, holding him in your arms, and thanked the teacher before turning around to leave.

You asked him about his day and the things he had learned that day. He replied with nothing but excitement and you were happy to hear him.

"Hey, I bring a friend today with me." You said after he had finished. "Would you like to meet her?"

"Yeah." He replied with a smile.

You walked through the hallway and there, sitting in a bench, was Lena waiting patiently for you. She rose from her seat once she saw you approach and her face couldn't hide her awe. As if she was seeing a true miracle, she didn't know what to do or what to say, until you were close enough.

"Hi." She said wearing that beautiful smile of hers.

"Hi." Your son responded with his little voice.

"My name is Lena, nice o meet you."

"You're pretty." He said, making you and Lena chuckle.

"What do we say when we meet new people?" You reminded your son.

"I'm (Y/S/N). Nice to meet you, Lena."

"Good boy." You said kissing his temple.

Lena took a look at him, seeing herself in that little face and there was no denying he was hers and yours. A pang of regret struck her heart for all the years she had not known about him. If she had only called after you, if she had called you, if she had tried to contact you sooner rather than later, how different things would have been for you three. But she was there, with you and your son, and that was all that mattered to her.

This time, she promised herself, she was going to do whatever that was in her hands to make it up to you and she wasn't going to waste another moment.

#stubborn love #one shot #request #lena luthor imagines #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor x you #lena x reader #fem reader #female reader #fem!reader

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justtwotired · 9 months

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A ‘formal’ party

Summary: Y/n is Barty's little sister and currently on her way to her seventh year at hogwarts, as her brother and his friends just graduated. One of those friends might be a little more than a friend to her, and after a while of not seeing each other, they meet again at a party her brother throws.

Pronounce: she/her

Warnings: sexual content (no smut), cursing, kissing.

She stared around with bored expression, holding a drink in her hand. The way to expensive dress she wore hugged her body perfectly and her hair hung like a curtain around her, as she obviously had refused to put it up.

Regulus stared at her from across the room and wondered if his mother would be upset if he talked to the girl, but she wasn’t here anyway. She brushed the hair out of her face and behind her ear and his breath hitched as that alone was enough for him to wand to smash his lips against hers.

She smiled as Pandora Lestrange approached her and they got into a conversation, Regulus was so deep in thoughts that he almost jumped out of his skin at the sound of his best friends voice.

"Are you eye fucking my little sister, Black?" He asked and Regulus glared at him. "Don't even dare looking at me like that, I should be looking like that at you- hey don't start undressing her with your eyes again." He snapped his fingers in front of the boys face.

"Don't start acting like the over protective brother now," Regulus said. "You where the one who told me she liked me anyway." He continued. "Hey, I have to be at least somewhat of a good brother- honestly, if your that desperate, just make your way over there, father believes anything she says, she'll make a lie on the spot if he somehow finds you tomorrow." Barty says and Regulus elbows him slightly.

"What, I know you want it." Barty grinned and Regulus narrows his eyes at him. "Is this how you talk to everyone that stares at your little sister?" He asked a bit disgusted. "No, of course not, I'm not a monster, only to you, because look at her and tell me she doesn't want it too." Barty said and Regulus shot her a glance.

She quickly looked away as her cheeks turned bright red, making Pandora laugh. "Fine, then I'll give you some private time with Evan." Regulus winked as he left and Evan just arrived.

"Lady's." He greeted the girls with a smile. "Hi Regulus." Pandora said in her dreamy voice. "Evening, Dora." He smiled at his chosen sister.

"Shall I give you a tour of the house?" Y/n suggested with a small grin. "Yeah, sure, why not?" He agreed with a mischief look in his eyes. "I guess I'll join Dorcas at the snack table." Pandora said as she walked over to the girl currently talking to Marlene McKinnon.

"So, Crouch, where you planning on giving me a tour of the whole house, or only your bedroom?" Regulus asked smoothly as they walked trough the house which she was not giving a tour of at all.

"What would you prefer?" She smirked and he let out an airy laugh, "I think you know."

They stopped in front of two rather beautiful looking double doors and Y/n opened them, letting Regulus inside.

Her room was enormous, he didn't have much time to study it as she grabbed his tie and smashed her lips into his and he let out a low chuckle when they pulled apart for air.

“Rather greedy are we?” He asked and she looked up at him. “As if you weren’t eye fucking me from the other side of the room.” She said with a mischievous grin.

“You are just like your brother.” He laughed before attaching their lips again. He backed her up against the wall and detached his lips from her as he made his way from her yaw to her collar bone. “Besides,” he said sucking hardly on her neck making her moan slightly. “How could I not when you wear a dress like this one.” He said.

“Though I’d much rather pull that off your body.” He said tracing the small zipper on her back. She blushed slightly and he grinned, tilting up her chin. “Are we flustered now, you where so bold moments ago.” He said in a low voice.

He pushed her up against the wall again, a bit harsher this time and catching her slightly of guard as he traced kisses down her neck. She wrapped her legs around his torso and started to unbutton his shirt.

He pulled her away from the wall and unzipped the zipper and it slipped of her upper body. He walked over to the bed and gently laid her down, pulling the dress completely off and then pulled of his shirt so it could join the dress on the floor.

She reached out to him but he easily grabbed her wrists and pinned them a over her head. “Nu uh, little dove, I’m boss tonight.” He said in a low whisper.

He grinned as his eyes traveled to the ground. “You started with the tie tonight, let me show you how that can be used aswel.” He said as he grabbed it from the floor, pulling her wrists towards him again.

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She slowly opened her eyes and met his grey ones. “Morning beautiful.” He said and she grinned. His hands where on her hips and only at his next words she realised something.

“I’m going to lift you off of me, tell me if it hurts alright?” He said and she blushed and nodded as he was still inside of her.

As he was about to do so, when the door opened, in stepped Barty with his eyes closed, “just a heads up, mom and dad just came back, so you might want to sneak Regulus out.” He said and she sighed.

“Alright, now leave.” Barty left the room and Regulus looked at the girl. “So, what’s the plan, do I sneak out of your window, or do we lock the door and continue.” He grinned and she glared at him.

“Regulus, I can barely walk.” She said and he grinned lifting her of him and she gasped. “Shit!” She cursed and he grinned and stroked her back now turned to him.

“Fuck off.” She said angrily and he chuckled. “Are you mad at me, love?” He asked and her eyes, now deadly looked at him. “What do you think?” She hissed.

“A heads up would have been nice.” She continued. “I gave you one.” He said and she rolled her eyes, though he couldn’t see. “Yeah, before Barty came in.” She grumbled.

He lovingly kissed her shoulders and slowly made his way to her cheek. “Don’t try being all nice now, you moron.” She said and and sighed, grabbed her waist and turned her towards him.

“I’m sorry, love.” He said kissing her forehead and she mumbled something and cuddled close to him. A while later they where still cuddled up, only now Regulus had his boxers on and Y/n a t-shirt and panties.

They shot up when there where knocks on the door. “Y/n! Y/n we have to be at a dinner party in two hours.” The door started to open and she panicked and pushed Regulus of the bed just in time as her father entered.

“Alright father, I’ll be ready by then.” She said and he nodded and then sniffed. “You should open a window, it smells weird in here.” And then he left.

“Merlin that hurt.” Regulus complained as he got up. “I think it’s time I sneak you out of my window.” She laughed and stumbled out of bed.

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After a few hours, they sat at a table in an expensive restaurant with the Malfoys. “Oh, Y/n dear, what are those bruises around your wrists.” Her mother grabbed her hand and she quickly pulled back.

“Nothing mother.” She quickly said as she glared at Barty who was covering up his laughter by coughing. “No, I’d like to know too, what are those bruises, N/n.” He grinned and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Can you two be silent?” Their father suddenly hissed at them and they quickly shut up.

#harry potter #marauders era #regulus black #regulus black x reader #harry potter x reader #james potter #marauders x reader #marauders x y/n #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #barty crouch junior #reggie x reader #regulus black x crouch!reader #black brothers

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demon-fucking-therapist · 1 year

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Dom Reader, Yandere Brothers - Lust Part 2

The series: You become the master of seven unruly brothers - and they don’t want to let you go so easily. How it happened, and what it means for each of them.

Tags/warnings for this section: reader’s genitalia referred to as pussy/clit/etc, yandere Asmo, dom reader, sub Asmo, overstimulation (mainly Asmo, but reader too), top and bottom reader, bottom Asmo, pegging, mirror sex, asmo is choked, collar and leash. No explicit violence in this part.

You can find the other parts of the series here.

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Asmo grins, showing sharp teeth. "I want to be your first in something."

You raise an eyebrow and smile. "Oh? What are you thinking about?"

Asmo hums. His eyes shine and he rolls off the bed.

You sit yourself back up and take off your shoes while Asmo digs through a draw. Something lands in your lap when you're finished.

At first glance you think it's a pair of underwear - bright red, with some weird straps around the front. It's not until you see those straps end in a ring that you start to realise what's going on.

The dildo that lands on the bed next to you confirms it.

You glance up at Asmo and he still stands beside the dresser, waggling another dildo at you.

"You've never done this before, right? I mean, Levi would totally want to bring it up, but he's way too nervous to-"

"You want me to fuck you?" you ask curiously, examining the harness and making sure there no parts were likely to dig in.

"I don't want you to miss out, so we can find a toy for you too! I dibs that one though!" Asmo digs through the draw with enthusiasm, and you glance at his choice - on the larger side, but not too scary-looking. Well, aside from all the bumps and ridges on it.

"How about this one?" Asmo asks brightly, showing you one of his finds.

"...Asmo, that thing would kill me."

"Hmph. I'll find something more boring then."

You examine the harness a little closer and see raised grooves within the 'briefs' portion - soft to the touch and probably designed to stimulate the wearer.

"You can pop those on the table for now!" Asmo calls and you do, placing them beside a bottle of lube. Asmo approaches with a dildo of a much better size and shape for your vulnerable human body.

He's got something hidden behind him and once he sits the toy down he fiddles for a moment. It's unnatural for you to see Asmo hesitate.

You reach for him and Asmo forgoes the bed, instead kneeling before you.

You spread your legs - only to allow him as close as possible, tipping his head back to meet your gaze.

“What’s up, Asmo?” you ask softly, his chin in your light grip. Asmo sighs and leans against your thigh. From behind his back, he lifts his hand to show a pretty pink collar. In his other hand, a matching leash.

“Can you put this on?” Asmo asks, letting you take it from him delicately.

“On you or on me?”

Asmo’s cheeks flush as pink as the collar. “While I do think it would look just lovely on you… I want you to put it on me, please.”

“So polite, Asmo.” You lean over and kiss him, Asmo instantly moving in for more, trying to make the kiss deeper, hotter, closer. When you pull apart, his lips are wet and glossy. “How could I say no to that?”

Asmo meets your eyes as you circle the collar around his neck. He’s always been the most intense of his brothers, and now is no different as you feel his shaky breaths on your wrists as you fiddle with the buckle.

“How’s that?” you check after the collar is about as tight as you’d want it.

“Tighter, please.” At your raised eyebrow, he pouts. “You said I should tell you what I want!”

“I did,” you admit, though pinch his cheek for his tone. “I suppose I’m still getting used to demonic limitations.”

“You can have a lot more fun with us than a human,” he agrees breezily, resting his chin on your knee as the buckle finally clicks into place. Asmo’s eyes flutter, a hazy look overtaking them. “I’d let you do so much to me, you know?”

You clip on the leash and tug him up, meeting him in another kiss. This time he nips your lip hard enough to break the skin and you tug back in reprimand.

“Well tonight, let’s just focus on you letting me fuck you.”

You scoot back onto the bed and Asmo is quick to follow, the leash never having time to pull taut in his eagerness to be near you. He winks as he takes your zipper into his teeth, your shorts swiftly flying somewhere across the room. Your underwear follows soon after.

“What about you, Asmo?” You kick him lightly to push him back, his still mostly clothed form landing with an exaggerated pout on the mattress. “How about a show?”

The idea of showing off perks Asmo right up. He’s too impatient right now to give you a proper tease, but you can imagine what it would be like in the way he rolls his hips and his pants fall to the floor, the way he takes the time to pinch his nipples as he opens his shirt. Asmo’s eyes never leave you, watching you watch him, and you let him see exactly how much you appreciate the view.

Finally, you’re staring at his body in all its glory. Asmo poses and it should be ridiculous, really, but it’s Asmo, so it’s also really, really hot.

“Get back over here,” you order and don’t even notice the pact activating until Asmo moans.

“Do all demons like to be ordered around?” you wonder as the leash returns to your hands, Asmo settling between your thighs.

“Only by someone worthy, darling.” Asmo licks his lips, his gaze flicking from your eyes to your pussy. “Let me ready you up for the toy?”

You can barely give a nod before he lunges forward.

Head from the Avatar of Lust is like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Immediately you’re arching your back, trying to force yourself into his mouth. You pull the leash tight, looping it in your hand to pull Asmo even deeper. His tongue can’t be anything like a human’s. Not with the way it moves.

Every movement sends shockwaves through your body, rattling your brain. You’ve no idea what sounds are coming out of your mouth, but you know you’re not being quiet. Your legs kick, then wrap around his shoulders. Every part of you is devoted to keeping Asmo right between your legs and enjoying every minute of it.

You’re brought to the edge before you know it. It could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours, could’ve been seconds - you have no idea, and when Asmo pulls away, you don’t think you could even read a watch right now.

You can process his smug grin thugh, and that just won’t do.

“Can you pass me the toy, love?” he asks sweetly, angelically, and you squeeze his head with your legs.

You do grab the dildo meant for you, but twirl it in your hand as you consider your options. Asmo is the Avatar of Lust, and he’s just always going to be capable of giving you a good time. Even the experience you’ve had with your other demons isn’t ever going to put you on par with him. Just like always, the only advantage you have is the pact.

The pact…

“Asmo,” you say slowly. He’s been watching you thinking, biting his lip, gleefully waiting for your next order. “I want to try something with the pact. I want you to tell me if you don’t like it, okay?”

Asmo’s eyes go bright pink as soon as you mention the pact. “Of course. I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Now let me know what you want to try!”

“Asmo,” you let your voice deepen, the power settling in your gut, the pact connecting you and Asmo by an invisible thread, “you’re going to be extra, extra sensitive to pleasure, okay?”

Asmo gasps.

His eyes roll up in his head and he’s writhing, rutting against the sheets, whimpering and barely able to get out, “-much, too much-”

“Less sensitive than that!” you rush to add.

Asmo stills, then drops, his head resting against your thigh. You hover your hand nearby, not sure if more touch would be welcome right now, but he reaches out and grasps it, pulling it to his lips.

You think he’s going to kiss it, but instead he pulls your thumb into his mouth and uses it to muffle his moans.

“Asmo, are you…?”

You’re about to curse yourself for being so stupid when Asmo squeezes your hand, cutting you off.

“I’d be happy to try that level of sensitivity another time, love,” he says, gaze as dreamy as when he’s talking about the latest Majolish release, “but I’m not going to be able to focus on riding you like that.”

You sit up and gently stroke his hair. Asmo’s breath hitches. He’s still more sensitive, but no longer totally overwhelmed.

“Is this better?”

“Much,” he agrees, pushing his head up against your hand. Asmo pulls himself together enough to push you back, gentle but insistent. “Now c’mon. Let me get this inside you.”

“So sweet,” you roll your eyes, but let him fumble with the dildo and hand over the lube.

Asmo gives you one more cheeky lick - annoyingly, still enough to make you buck your hips - and carefully angles the toy.

It’s the smoothest entrance you’ve ever experienced. The toy slots home perfectly, deep enough to put pressure everywhere you could want without being uncomfortable, angled to hit your most sensitive spots. You sigh and tug Asmo up by his hair to kiss him, the best way to show your thanks.

He ruts against you, the toy fucking you with the movement of his hips, but two can play at that game and your hand snakes between you to give his cock a few long strokes. He breaks the kiss with a gasp, his grin wild as he fumbles for the harness.

“Please, please, please-”

You laugh and lift your hips, letting him handle the straps. While his hands are shaking his experience shows in how quickly he’s able to get it fitted, and so you hand over his toy so he can get ready.

“Don’t I need to prepare you?” you ask, watching him as he fits the toy into the ring.

“Avatar of Lust, darling,” Asmo hums, jiggling the toy to ensure it wouldn’t come loose. “I’m always prepared. Also, I’m into a bit of pain, you know?”

“Of course.” You do find the lube for him though, lost amid the sheets, and he takes it with a smile.

“Hey, watch this!” Asmo grins. Then his mouth - splits? expands? - and before you can process what just happened, he’s deepthroating your strap-on.

You can’t exactly feel it, obviously, but the extra pressure he puts on the toy inside you and the little bumps and ridges within the harness makes you gasp, and the sight is just deeply, deeply hot. Asmo looks so pleased with himself, meeting your eyes the whole time, that you can’t help but reach down and stroke his hair.

Experimentally, you grip it in your hand - and at the way his eyes brighten, his moans sound around your strap, you begin to move him up and down the toy - gingerly at first, but then faster, harder.

It feels good, but you can tell it’s effecting Asmo more - his eyes have started to roll back and his hips thrust against the sheets. When you let him go, he sinks down to the bottom, slowly recovering enough to sit up as his mouth - shrinks? reseals? - back to normal.

“I’m pretty sure Solomon knows a few spells if you want to find out what that feels like for real,” Asmo offers, brightly but breathlessly. You consider it.

“We can talk more on that later.” Not least because you do not know how to approach Solomon with that particular question. “First, safeword?”

“Colour system until we can think of something more fun.” Asmo waves his hand dismissively, pouting when you give him a hard look. “I have done this before, you know? There’s nothing we’re planning on doing right now that would come close to my limits.”

“I need to know you’re comfortable and enjoying this, Asmo,” you insist, and suddenly his eyes go teary - in his usual, exaggerated way.

“You are just the sweetest master!” he cries. He half-collapses against you for another cuddle, but this one is short-lived. You’re going to talk more about your concerns that he considers the base level of consideration for his comfort as something so sweet, but for now you just don’t want to ruin his good mood.

While Asmo quickly prepares himself, you glance up at the mirror above the bed, the mirrors all around.

“You like to watch yourself, Asmo?” you ask.

“Mhm,” he hums, his lube-slicked fingers working quickly. “I mean, sometimes it’s just to check I still look my best, but if it’s with someone special… I like to see how we look together.”

Fuck, Asmo could be cute sometimes.

“Okay, how about you turn around then?”

“Reverse cowgirl! Or cowdemon? Sounds good!” Asmo somehow twirls gracefully on his knees, ending up straddling you facing backwards, giving you a very nice view of his ass.

You tug the leash, hard enough to force his head back - enough for him to see the mirror above.

“Oh,” Asmo says. You watch his eyes trace your bodies, up to your eyes, down to where your hand grips the leash, further to where he rests above the strap. “This will be perfect.”

You hold the strap-on steady for Asmo as he slides down, but your gaze is on his face in the mirror as he’s filled.

It starts with a little gasp, his eyes going wide and then half-lidded - but as he goes further, you can hear him moan, then whimper - his lips tremble, his back arches - and finally he throws his head back as he bottoms out, pink-yellow eyes fluttering closed.

“My my,” you say with mock-concern. “I didn’t think you’d get so affected by something like that, Asmo.”

“It’s your fault,” he whines back, a playful spark in his eyes. “The pact order…”

“Do you want me to revoke it?”

“No!” You were only teasing, but Asmo’s response has you raising an eyebrow.

He flutters his eyelashes. “Please no, Master. I want to feel good.”

“I do like how cute your reactions are,” you muse, as your other hand grips his hip. “Go on, Asmo. Show me how the Avatar of Lust rides dick.”

“Your wish is my command!”

You’re about to make another comment when Asmo rolls his hips, shifting the toy in you and pressing the textured part of the briefs right around your clit. You both groan and Asmo looks triumphant for a split second before you tug on the leash and buck your hips back up.

You’re quite prepared to go on like that, seeing who could make the other moan and whine and whimper - but Asmo has always lacked patience, and it seems he can’t resist temptation.

His next moves are anything but slow and controlled.

Asmo throws himself into motion, bouncing on your strap like his life depends on it. His back arches and his face turns upward, always facing the mirror - you watch too, as his eyes scan your body, his body, your face, how you move together-

The toy inside you moves like it’s got a mind of its own, and in the Devildom, maybe it does. All you know for sure is that it’s hitting all the right spots, Asmo’s choice perfectly filling you without any painful stretch, leaving you gasping to catch your breath.

The harness clings to you like a second skin, and the briefs massage your labia and find your clit to add the perfect amount of pressure. You’re feeling great - but Asmo is half-wild in his movements, far further along to his orgasm thanks to your command.

“Such a good boy, Asmo,” you coo, and if it comes out a little breathless Asmo can’t tease. Every movement makes his butt bounce cutely against your hips, and he’s picking up the pace - a little gasp punched out of him each time he bottoms out.

“You really couldn’t take this slow, could you?That’s alright, this is what I wanted you to do. Take your fill, you’re doing such a good job, making me feel so good. I love watching you like this, you’re so hot, Asmo, so perfect, so beautiful on my cock-”

You’re rambling but fuck is it hard to make a coherent sentence. Asmo doesn’t seem to mind, whining at your praise, one hand coming up to play with his chest, pinching his nipples and putting on a show.

“Master, so good together- wanna come with you, please, order,” Asmo whines, and while he’s even more scrambled than you are, you get the idea.

“Asmo, you only come when I do. That’s an order.”

Asmo gasps as the pact takes hold, his lips making a perfect ‘o’. He’s beautiful, he’s in his element - the pact and your combined lust driving him crazy with pleasure, the heady rush of his sin fulfilling him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Asmo babbles, and he’s so perfect when he loses control. This is what you want to see. Not an Asmo who makes sure he’s giving you the right angles. An Asmo that chases his own pleasure while giving you yours.

And what pleasure he was giving you. The stimulation was a little less direct than getting fucked or eaten out, but it was building up - a slow, rolling climax you can feel starting in your belly and preparing to spread across your body. It’s so tempting to just close your eyes, throw your head back, and let it happen, but you want to watch Asmo, want to make sure he can see your lust, see how much you want him.

Asmo’s cock jumps with each movement, and you reach forward to wrap your hand at around it, your other hand still holding the leash. It’s an awkward angle, but it still makes Asmo’s next thrust extra eager, landing on your strap hard and taking it deep.

“Master, master, master,” Asmo chants, eyes rolling. Any other words have been fucked out of him. You’re not even jerking him off - riding your cock is giving him more than enough motion, fucking into your hand as you fuck into his ass.

He would’ve come by now if it wasn’t for your order.

The feeling of power rushes through you, sends you spinning closer to the edge. You did this. You made Asmo desire you. You made him look so free. You, and the pact, are making the Avatar of Lust go brainless with pleasure.

“Good boy,” you manage, the toy hitting every sweet spot inside you, “so good, Asmo, gonna cum, so good-”

You wrap the leash around your wrist, tight, and pull. Asmo is forced to arch his back, putting even more of himself on display in the mirror - his hands fly to the collar, but before you can worry about it being too much you realise Asmo is trying to choke himself more. His cock thrusts into your fist, his ass clenches around the strap, and his eyes meet yours in the mirror, teary and overwhelmed.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, spreading from your core and pulsing out until you’re curling your toes, throwing your head back, squeezing Asmo’s cock hard as it shudders in one hand and pulling the leash back with the other.

Asmo, as per your order, follows you - his cum shoots almost straight up with how far back he’s leaning, some splattering onto your hand, some marking his pretty stomach.

He lets out one last, feral cry before falling back, sliding off the strap and just barely avoiding landing right on top of you. He’s still writhing and whining, “Ma- aah-”

It takes you half a second to get the message, but Asmo is already shaking like he might come again.

“I release the order, Asmo,” you hush him, pressing a kiss to his hair as he gets his breath back. “There you go, you were so good.”

Asmo reaches for your hand and starts licking it clean, his eyes half-lidded. You keep talking to him, little nothings about how perfect he is and how good he did. You always keep a slight tension on the leash, making sure he feels the collar and knows he’s owned, cherished, protected.

You can see some awareness return to him as he takes your fingers out of his mouth and instead starts kissing your knuckles.

“I was perfect?” Asmo asks sweetly. You stroke his cheek, wiping off some of his saliva at the same time.

“You were. You are.” You take your hand away only to pull him closer, cuddling him against your chest. You’re certain he’s going to be bringing those words up in an argument with Mammon in the future, but right now he is sweet and vulnerable and needs to hear it. “I hope I lived up to the Avatar of Lust’s standards.”

“You were amazing,” Asmo gushes, and you can feel his cock twitch between you. “We’re going to have to find a good stamina charm for you - I want a whole night to try different positions, and toys, and ropes-”

While you are a little out of breath, you don’t actually feel too exhausted - Asmo did most of the physical work on this one, after all. But you’re not sure you could go another round that intense so soon. And honestly, you’d rather appreciate the experience for a little while before going again.

“Anyway,” Asmo says brightly, “time for a shower!”

He starts tugging you up. You groan but follow.

“It’s important!” Asmo insists. “It’s bad to let sweat settle on your body in bed, and semen isn’t that great of a moisturiser, and water is great for your muscles - oh, we should’ve done this at home! We could’ve had a bath!”

“Next time,” you say. Asmo beams. You’re still holding the leash, but Asmo is more leading you around now - like a dog, overeager to run ahead of its owner.

The thought makes you smile, though you think Asmo is more a bunny than a dog.

He helps you out of the harness and slowly pulls out the toy. You’re oversensitive and even as careful as Asmo is, can’t help but buck your hips.

“I hope you know it’s so hard for me to be this close and not eat you out or fuck you with the toy,” Asmo whines from his knees, putting the harness and both dildos into a little bag you assume is for “used” items.

“You’re being very good, Asmo,” you sigh and he beams. You roll your eyes and reach to unclip the leash, but he shies away. “Asmo?”

“Can I keep it on? Just for the shower, please?” He bats his eyelashes at you.

“Is it okay to get wet?” you ask on reflex before realising it’s a stupid question for something designed for use during sex. “Sure, but don’t slip and choke yourself.”

Asmo gives you a smile that says he really wouldn’t mind a little choking.

The shower is good and warm and big enough for you to stand in without touching each other if you wanted - instead, of course, Asmo is stuck to your side. He “helps” you get clean, and you help him.

You wrap yourself in a towel and go to dry Asmo off when you glance at your DDD for the first time in hours. There are a series of messages and missed calls, all seeming to stem from one angry brother.

It’s 3am.

Lucifer set a curfew for one at the latest.

“We’re screwed,” you whisper.

“Hopefully!” Asmo quips, unhelpfully.

You consider your options, and ultimately decide that another half hour won’t make much difference. You don’t rush your actions as you use the hair dryer on Asmo - diffused and at the lowest setting, per his request.

You really, really hope the sex was worth whatever Lucifer is going to punish you with.

You know, at least, that Asmo is worth that and more.

#obey me yandere #dom reader #sub obey me #obey me asmodeus #yandere bros #yandere asmodeus #cw yandere #my writing #asmodeus x reader #fuck it i’m posting

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luveline · 4 months

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Hey Jade! I was wondering if you could do some Derek Morgan comfort?! Maybe reader who deals with headaches/migraines?

Hope you're having a nice day/night!!💛

thanks lovely, you too!

You're pinching the bridge of your nose pointlessly when Derek and Spencer arrive that morning.

“D'you guys do a coffee run?” you ask, surprised to see them come in at the same time.

“We did!” Spencer says, putting a paper cup down in front of you. “I got you a donut, too.”

“Thanks, honey,” you say, rubbing the hot spot between your brows to no results. Spencer smiles, pleased, and sits at his desk with the bag of donuts to start a napkin dissemination.

You wrap your hand around the coffee and let it warm your fingers.

“You okay?” Derek asks. His brows are pinched upwards at the starts but otherwise furrowed. “You don't look happy.”

“I have a headache,” you admit. Talking is twice as hard with the pain pulsing behind your eyes; you slur.

“What?”

What does he mean, what? You look up from the desk in confusion, but he isn't confused like you, he's borderline upset. “It's not that bad,” you say.

“It looks pretty bad where I'm standing.”

Derek grabs the back of your chair and turns you toward him, his expression a mirror of your own discontent. He's wearing a short-sleeved shirt that in any other circumstance would draw your attention, and the badge clipped to his shirt is wonky.

You're in pain, but you like him. You care about him in the weird way that makes you want to make him breakfast and tie his shoelaces. He is not a man that needs coddling, but you can't restrain yourself, reaching for his pocket to right his badge.

He laughs quietly. “You're squinting.”

“Pain's in my eyes.”

“Sweetheart.” He takes your face in one hand and turns it down, away from the harsh office lights. “You're impossible to understand.”

You laugh but wince when a flame of pain sparks anew. “I think it's travelling. It's in my brain.”

“That's your second best feature.”

“Don't make me laugh,” you plead.

Morgan gives your cheek a rub with his thumb before pulling away. He takes the few steps to his desk and opens the drawer, pulling out a familiar pair of sleek black Ray-ban shades. “Here. Try these on for size,” he says, opening the arms wide.

You close your eyes, but there's no need. Derek's extremely careful pushing them over your ears and up your nose.

“Too sunny in here?” Blake asks, bemused as she skirts past with her mug of tea, her baby bump nudging the back of your chair.

“Poor girl's not feeling good,” Derek answers for you.

“Poor girl thought you felt sorry for her,” you say, staring at him through the grey lense of his shades. They're immediately helpful. You won't tell him that, though.

“I pity anybody stupid enough to feel sorry for you, sweetheart.” He hesitates for no more than a second, dropping his hand onto the stretch of your shoulder blade gently. “You take anything for it? Aspirin?”

“I did,” —your voice wobbles of its own accord, the instability that comes with a pain that has no clear end in sight— “but it hasn't kicked in yet.”

He rubs your back, pressing his cheek briefly to your forehead in a side-armed hug. “Let me get you a glass of water.”

“Morgan?” you ask, catching his arm. He waits. “Kiss it better?”

You say it because you know he'll crack a smile. It's not nice seeing him so worried, and your headache genuinely feels a little better when he laughs. “Don't start with me. I'll do it. You know I will, beautiful.”

You sink back into your seat and push his sunglasses up. “I'll be here.”

He leaves to get you a glass of water. While you're waiting, Spencer passes you your donut, which you pick apart and chew on feebly. Distracted, a warm, chaste kiss is pressed to your cheek as a familiar hand places a glass of water in front of you.

Derek wiggles his eyebrows at you, asking, “Better?”

“I'm telling Penelope.” You wince as you turn on your monitor. “In a bit. Just as soon as this screen gets less bright.”

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starniolosposts · 1 month

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behind the fame (2)

part 1, part two

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: you are starting to drown in your life, from your job to your trauma— and don’t see a way out. then chris sturniolo comes into your life.

warnings: controlling, guilt tripping (none of this is from chris)

notes: do you guys like it? is there any constructive criticism you have? i just really hope its okay, its my first story. but i’m excited as well! (this is not proofread or edited)

your phones ring tone blares through the bathroom, making your hands pause as you wash your hair. you had just gotten back home from that uncomfortable lingerie shoot that you never wanted to do. you gulped at the thought of everyone seeing you in such a vulnerable and exposed state.

contemplating, you shook your head and let your phone ring. you were in the shower with shampoo in your hair, why could you get out to answer it?

after your shower, you did your entire routine before looking at your phone. your eyes widened slightly in shock, caydens name displayed multiple times on the screen. he tried to call you 5 times and then went on to text you 10 times.

guilt bubbled up in your stomach as you chewed on your nail. what should you say to make him less angry? his texts were very passive aggressive, some just complaining snd some degrading. though thus wasn’t unusual for him,

you sighed and reluctantly pressed the call button.

of course he picked up in a millisecond, his tone making you shrink in on yourself. even just his voice has that much power over you, and you hate yourself for it.

"y/n, why didn't you answer me? it could have been very urgent. do you not care about me or this job?" he asks harshly.

you shake your head even if he cant see you. "of course i care! i'm so sorry, i was in the shower. i didn't see any of your calls or texts until i was out of the shower." you say, trying to convince him to not blow up. you hear him heavily sigh before he speaks with a normal tone, making you sigh in relief.

"well, it wasn't something urgent so you're lucky. i cancelled the shoot at 7, instead i want you to go to an influencer event. we need to start getting you out to social media, it'll help your reach to people." he explains.

relief flows over you, your stomach grumbling happily from the knowledge that you could eat without worry of bloating for the shoot or cayden knowing. "i agree, that would be great."

"good. i'll send you the details. make sure you look good, show off skin and look extra pretty. influencers from every platform will be there, some with thousands of followers and some with millions and millions." cayden chuckled, taking joy in the fact that he knew he was making you anxious about it.

you bit the inside of your cheek before responding. "okay, i'll try my best."

cayden didn't say anything before he hung up, making you set your phone down with a small huff. you stared down at your floor in thought. you were going to meet some of the biggest/trendiest influencers of right now, and you were very nervous. social interaction never came easy to you, you were on the shyer and more introvert side, despite your job. now you would have to introduce yourself to important people, and you knew cayden would be breathing down your neck the whole entire night. he would kill you if you screwed this up.

you were not very excited to say the least.

you got up and searched in your fridge for something to eat, and thought on the bright side of thing, at least you didn't have to do that bikini shoot early tomorrow morning.

as you sat at your kitchen island, eating a bowl of cereal even if it was late at night, your phone dinged. you grumbled and picked it up, knowing it was cayden since no one else texted you. he had sent you the details for the event. it was tomorrow at 6 pm, at a really nice venue not to far from your apartment.

“remember, smile like you love them. they like to be appreciated and want to feel important. flirt if you have too, just make sure to give a good impression. have them remember you.” cayden directed, sipping on his whiskey in the back of the limo, you sitting next to him.

you gulped and nodded, taking a deep breath as you got closer to the venue. you looked down at tour outfit and felt goosebumps rise on your arms. it was freezing outside, but cayden had demanded you wear this revealing dress. it was black, sparkly, and tight, having a very low neckline to show off your breasts and a high slit going up to your mid-thigh.

“will you be staying at the event?” you asked, and your prayers were ignored as he nodded.

“yes. i’ll be watching over you, don’t worry.” he smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. you only nodded once again.

the venue was beautiful. you stepped out of the limo in awe, mouth agape as you looked around at the marvelous outside. you yelped as a cold hand pressed harshly on your lower back, guiding you to the entrance.

cayden leaned down to your ear, “be good.” his tone was a warning, dark and threatening.

bad shivers went down your spine and cayden himself just caused your stomach to churn. you wanted to lean away but stayed frozen, only your legs moving to walk inside the big entrance.

as you walked in the venue on shaky legs with cayden behind you, people started to whisper.

“is that y/n l/n? i didn’t know she would be here!”

“woah, a celebrity is here? why is she here?”

“dude, did you see her wearing that lingerie shit? i want to fuck her so bad, now i have the chance to talk to her.”

your chest heaved in panic, your eyes staring down at your feet as you swiftly made your way to and empty table. you sat down and rubbed your forehead, easing your anxiety and panic. you never did good with attention, especially when it was negative or weird. good attention you were fine with, it was nice to be noticed and appreciated sometimes. but you hated the creeps or the people who made fun of you just because you were you.

“y/n, calm down. people will talk, its not that big of a deal. your behavior right now is embarrassing and outrageous. do i need to remind you of what i said?” cayden leaned down to look you in the eye, raising an eyebrow.

you blinked and shook your head. “n-no. i’m fine, i’m fine.” you cleared your throat and shook up, shoving down tour nerves and feelings as you started to walk around. you felt better with cayden following you, as he decided to sit down at the empty table with his drink and phone, not paying attention to you at all. it felt nice, freeing.

others peoples eyes were on you, but you tried to pay them no mind. you bit your lip as you try and find someone who looked welcoming or inviting, but could find no one. everyone was already in their groups/cliques, and it made you feel awkward barging into their group.

your looking at your feet to not make eye contact with anyone, but accidentally bump into someone. you gasp and stumbled backwards to fall, but someone grabs your arm and steadies you. its the guy you bumped into, and you stare.

he stares as well, shock written in his blue eyes as he searches your face in recognition. he clears his throat and lets go of your arm, “are you okay?”

you can only blink up at him, and it makes him chuckle at your silence.

“did you hit your head or something?” he asks cheekily, then sticks his hand out with a grin. “i’ll properly introduce myself. i’m chris sturniolo.”

chris’ introduction is met with more silence, and he tilts his head in confusion. he knows you talk, as you have on tv and interviews he’s seen. he knows who you are, who doesn’t at this point? you’re y/n l/n, the famous young model who is climbing the ranks quickly. he wonders what your doing here, at a influencers event. you were way to famous to be here.

your throat is dry and your heart pumps for a different reason than anxiety. his hair flips as his head tilts, eyes staring into yours with an unreadable expression. you gulp and mindlessly nod in response to his introduction, shaking his hand.

chris’ lips twitch into a smirk as he lets your hand go, and he gets a feeling that you wont talk easily. were you too nervous? lost your voice? maybe you randomly decided to go mute? did you not like him and not want to speak to him? he shrugs in his mind before sighing, “alright, well it was nice to meet you. my brothers are waiting over there—”

“can i come with?”

chris blinks before a smirk reaches his mouth, feeling accomplished. he got you to talk, and he liked your voice. “sure, quiet girl.”

you huff a small laugh at the nickname and quickly follow after chris as he maneuvers his way through the crowd of people. he glances behind him and smiles, “i warn you, my brothers will freak when they see you. they are fans of you and love your work.”

blush tints your cheeks, still not used to having fans and people that admire you. you nod and wring your hands, nervous to start meeting new people.

“chris! where did you run off to?! i literally just met larray and i’m freaking out.” a voice that sounded similar to chris exclaims.

your slightly behind chris, but can see the two carbon copies of him. your eyes widen in surprise, they were triplets?

chris smirks, and his brothers know what that smirk means. “what did you do now?” one asks with exasperation.

“nothing, i just bumped into someone too.” he said nonchalantly, building it up, “her name is y/n l/n.” you took this as you were supposed to introduce yourself, so you stepped into their line of sight and smiled with embarrassment.

the one with the nose ring stared at you with his jaw dropped, and the other one that looked most like chris had his eyes wide open.

“oh holy mother of fuck, it really is her! its such a pleasure to meet you, i’m nick sturniolo and this is matt.”

you laugh and your eyes crinkle from how wide you smiled. you loved when people weren’t to serious, and didn’t caring about what others thought. you could tell nick didn’t care, and you wished you were like that. “i’m y/n l/n.”

“no shit. you’re a full blown celebrity. what the hell are you doing here?” nick asks, then receives a small glare from chris and matt. “i mean— i’m just wondering why you would grace these people with your presence when they don’t deserve it.”

your cheeks turn pink and you shrug. “manager said it would be good for me. and please, just treat me like a regular person.” you tried to joke.

nick chuckled nervously, “yeah, sorry about my fan-girling. ill stop now.”

“good, your squealing was getting annoying.” matt starts to poke fun, but it made your eyes widen. you didn’t have any siblings, so you weren’t very familiar with how their dynamics worked. you watched in confusion and wonder as they started to bicker. you caught on pretty quick that they didn’t mean any of it was were just doing it for fun and teasing.

“they do this all the time, ignore them. they fight the most out of all of us.” chris says, standing next to you with his arms crossed as he looked at his brothers.

you nodded and softly smiled. you liked them already, they seemed genuine and made you feel as ease without even saying anything and without you even knowing them. it made you drawn to them.

chris feels himself get nervous and get small butterflies in his stomach when he glances at you, which has never happened before. he gulps and blurts out, “how is the event going so far for you?”

you pull a face and tilt your hand back in forth in a ‘so-so’ motion. “alright. its not really my thing, social gatherings.”

chris nods and laughs, “me too, i hate these event things. nick forced me and matt to come.” he grumbles, glaring at them, who are still going back and forth.

“i understand.” you whisper, thinking back to how cayden forces you to do things too. your mind couldn’t help but think back on the words he said to you in the limo. ‘flirt if you have too.’ you shook your head with furrowed brows. you would never just flirt with someone to get their attention, absolutely not. the thought of flirting with someone you don’t like romantically makes you uncomfortable, but if cayden was watching, would he want you to flirt with the triplets? you glanced at chris subconsciously and your eyes scrutinized him carefully. you liked his style, his hair looked soft, his side profile was attractive, his eyes that were looking at you—

you quickly looked away and felt humiliation and embarrassment fill you. he caught you blatantly staring with blush on your cheeks, how could this get any worse?

“y/n.”

your muscles immediately tense and your breath hitches at the sound of caydens voice behind you. the underlining tone of anger made you want the ground to swallow you hole.

chris, nick, and matt all turned to look at cayden standing behind you, confused and cautious from your reaction. chris was most suspicious as he saw the dread fill your eyes the second you heard that voice, and he couldn’t help but think something was wrong.

cayden smiled at the triplets, but even they could tell it was strained. “nice to meet you, gentlemen. i’m y/n’s manager, cayden anderson.” he sets a hand on your forearm, shifting you closer to him. it felt like a jealous and territorial move, and it made your skin crawl with uncomfortableness.

you gulp and stare down at the floor, wishing for this interaction to be over with. cayden always brought awkwardness, tension, and a whole ball of negativity to anyone close or trying to be close with you. ironic, since he tells you to make connections and then gets jealous when you try to.

the triplets could obviously feel the tension by their silence.

nick is the first to break the awkward and tense silence. “yeah, nice to meet you too. i’m nick sturniolo, and this is chris and matt. we’re triplets.” he explains, trying to smile it off.

chris glances between you and cayden, and he knows its none of his business considering he only met you 5 minutes ago, but you seemed so obviously uncomfortable and anxious around your manager that it was hard to miss. “nice to meet you.” he says curtly, deciding very quickly he doesn’t like this cayden guy.

cayden stared at chris dead in the eye, feeling his dislike towards him. he is surprised when chris gives him a dirty look while scanning him up and down, since not many people are brave enough to do that to a well-known and famous modeling manager.

“well, i think tonight is enough for y/n. she has a early shoot tomorrow.” cayden pats your arm before squeezing, making you wince and nod silently in agreement.

chris bit his tongue, forcing himself not to say anything to that. it was only 6:30, 30 minutes into the event. he glanced at you, “alright, good luck on the shoot.” he smiles, making you blink before a small smile grows on your lips. you didn’t want to leave, you want to get to know the triplets more. but you knew that you couldn’t disobey cayden, especially not when he was in this mood.

“thanks.” you whisper, and then you are whisked away by cayden, not being able to say goodbye to tour new friends? acquaintances? you didn’t know, you didn’t have a lot if experience in the friend department, as sad as that sounds. your whole life had been modeling, and you were taught to make no friends in the industry.

“…was that weird, or is that just me?” matt speaks up, staring in the direction you were dragged off in.

nick nods and bites the inside of his cheek. “yeah, but she was really sweet and shy. i don’t like that guy though. crayon, or whatever the fuck his name was.” he grumbled.

chris sighed, ignoring the urge to go after you to… he doesn’t know. to get your number? ask you to stay? this was unlike him, being so unsure and anxious to talk to someone. usually he was fine with new people, making conversation easily, but with you its different and he doesn’t know why.

nick and matt glance at each other as chris was distracted, eyes staring off in the direction you were dragged off in with a sour look on his face.

“i wonder if he’s interested in her.” matt asks with a yawn. he is his triplet after all, he can tell when something like this happens.

nick sighs and rolls his eyes, “i’m pretty sure he’s already falling in love. he was quiet and he seemed nervous. you and i both know those are signs of a crush for chris.”

“i mean, she is y/n l/n. who doesn’t have a crush on her?” matt comments, scrolling on his phone mindlessly.

“true, i’m gay and i have a crush on her.”

@enyaslover

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wexhappyxfew · 23 days

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you, me, and the stars

(a/n): judy x rosie girlies, this is for you!! this is for all the ones who have never been in love, who are trying to protect the last parts of themselves in the face of others, and for the ones deserving of love!! these two represent all those awkward, newly-found emotions and feelings, that surprise even themselves, so please enjoy! :)

Judy had dwindled into down to just this; home was more of a feeling, not entirely a place.

The flak house was beautiful, an escape, somewhere to get one's mind off of the mental torment that was the God-forsaken war they all seemed stuck in.

But, it wasn't Thorpe Abbotts; with its metallic scent of air, voices and grinding machine parts echoing at all hours of the day, the marching, the footsteps, the way the air danced through the tree leaves. The flak house was quiet, save for the occasional flight path overtop. Thorpe Abbotts was loud and enough to make you feel like your brain was being knocked about inside, but it was home in a way the flak house wasn't.

The thing that made Thorpe Abbotts feel like home was especially the people. All the men in the 100th, their leaders both lost and MIA, and the women of Silver Bullets.

It was just like her home, in North Carolina. With Ma and Pa, that large house on the river, big meals to feed all six kids, making sure the lambs, chickens and cows were kept up with, that laundry was hung, crops harvested, plates and bowls washed in the river.

They didn't have much, but they had each other.

And even across the ocean they still did - in more ways than one.

Now, Judy felt them even in the women beside her. Strong and courageous, putting on their brave faces against the waging war of the world. Something her family had done ever since they'd come to America.

"The stars are so bright out here," Bessie said from Judy, their arms interlinked, sat side by side on the steps in front of the flak house, the light dripping out from the main door where cool, night air rushed in,

"I almost wish Tommy could see it." Judy looked towards her with a small smile.

"He does," Judy whispered quietly, reaching a hand forward to gently brush her hand over Bessie's calloused palm, "where ever he is right now. He sees it. Maybe not this instance, but he does." She watched Bessie smile, the corners of her lips turning upward, before she glanced over at Judy, a big grin on her face, her eyes glowing, the softest they'd been in days, the least stressed Judy had seen the navigator.

"You know, when we were kids," Bessie started, "we sat in his parents' apartment, right by one of the windows and watched the stars one night, all night practically, side by side. Not only was it my first kiss, but…he also told me he'd name a star after me. I think he named it 'Bee'….something or other." Judy giggled into Bessie's side and clasped a hand over her mouth with a gleeful smile.

"You two were meant to be," Judy whispered quietly, "everything you say, about him, about you, about the two of you together. God, you'll make the cutest babies, Bessie, I'll tell ya." Now, it was Bessie's turn to laugh and shook her head.

"You know he told me one time that if he had a daughter, he'd name her Charlotte," Bessie said, "he thought the nickname, Charlie, would be cute."

"Taste." Judy said with a laugh, nudging Bessie's side, "Charlotte McKenzie has a ring to it."

"And so does Bessie McKenzie." Bessie said back, sending the two of them into a fit of chuckles under the moving dusk. They fell quiet for a beat and then Bessie sighed and wrapped an arm around Judy's side, giving her a tight squeeze and rubbing her shoulder.

"Well, I'm heading up, going to get some rest and enjoy waking up and drinking coffee without having to hear a bunch of bullshit from Blakely," Bessie said with a chuckle, "you good out here? Staying up a bit?" Judy smiled and wrapped her arms around her sides and nodded.

"Yeah, just a bit more," Judy said, "you go though, I'll be up in a bit. And…Bessie?" Bessie watched her as she stood and sent her a smile.

"Just...give Lieutenant Bradshaw an extra hug for me," Judy said sadly, "her eyes looked like she'd been crying all night. About Captain Brady, so….incase I get in late, just do that for me, please?" Bessie smiled at her and nodded.

"You think she loves him?" Bessie asked Judy. Judy stilled.

"I don't know a whole lot about love, but I know he looks at her like she's the only woman in the room," Judy said softly, "and she gets all blushy around him, all soft and sweet. I like to think the universe doesn't just do things for the hell of it." Ripping them from each other, Judy thought to herself. Bessie grinned and then looked at her sadly.

"Try and get some rest," Bessie said, "don't stay up too late, okay? You need to keep yourself well-rested. Goodnight, honey."

"Night, Bes." Judy called after her, watching Bessie offer her a smile and then disappear inside. Judy smiled softly, looking forward again towards the oncoming darkness and comfort of nightfall, the singing birds and bugs all around and sighed.

Lieutenant Bradshaw's eyes looked sadder more often than not, but she was trying and that's all the credit a person like Annie Bradshaw needed - that she was being seen.

To be seen, was to be loved.

"Hey," Judy looked over her shoulder and was almost surprised to see Rosie Rosenthal there, coming towards her from the doorway, hands in his pant pockets, his A-2 jacket over his shoulders and a soft smile on his face, "mind if I join you?" Judy watched him for a moment - he looked so….different, a nice different. A different that made her think they weren't in war for a second.

"Of course, sir," Judy said, watching as he came forward and settled down on the step beside her where Bessie had been, "come to watch the stars?" Rosie let out a chuckle and then glanced towards her, his face bathed in blues and purples from the night, his eyes like a doe's as he watched her.

"You could say that." he said, then he grinned, nodding at her,

"How've you been?" Judy watched him, unable to contain the grin wanting to grow on her face and then chuckled lightly.

"Good," she said, and then smiled nervously, "sir, uh, good, being away from base, it's been….a breath of fresh air, I'll admit. Just, not having to get those planes going in the morning, get in the ball turret and shoot, over and over. It's nice to just….." she watched as he watched her, "be."

"Good," Rosie said, his voice light, "good, good, I'm glad. Really. You've all been putting out the last few months. I know that - Pappy's been talking Kennedy's ear off and well…."

"Collateral damage." Judy supplied and Rosie nodded with a small chuckle, looking down at his hands in his lap.

"Exactly, exactly," Rosie said and then glanced up at her, "I'm just glad the Silver Bullets crew is getting some deserved rest. All of you."

"Thank you, sir." Judy said, her voice tender, watching him in a moment of seriousness that was different than a few seconds previous.

He watched her for a moment, just taking in the feeling it seemed, the same she was allowing herself to feel in her heart. They both seemed to come to at the same time and smiled, laughs leaving both their lips as Judy shyly looked away and crossed her arms.

"I'm sorry, Judy, are you, uh, cold?" Rosie asked leaning forward a bit, and placing a hand on her shoulder, "October's never been a great month for short sleeves." Judy watched him, looking between his face, his hand and him. Short sleeves, right, she was in that right now. And freezing; he was right. How'd he know? She glanced down at her short sleeves, her right side hidden beneath his hand and then looked to him, his face full of worry and seriousness. And then she let out a shy laugh and blushed quickly and then nodded.

"A bit, but," she shook her head, "I was planning to go upstairs in a bit anyway, so, it's okay."

"Here," Rosie said quickly, shrugging himself out of his A-2 and then leaning to his side to lay it over her shoulders, "just to warm up." And warm up she did in fact do; to the point, she was blushing all over and inhaling the scent from his jacket and him beside her and suddenly very overwhelmed with his presence. Alright, so it was a stupid feeling she had been trying to hide, but it was a feeling she had never felt all too well. And in a war, she wasn't sure what to even feel. But right now, with this jacket and him beside her, she wasn't as eager to head up to bed anymore.

"Thank you," she said softly, grasping the edges and then looking at him, "I appreciate it really." Rosie watched her with that tender gaze of his again before leaning back a bit and looking up.

"You can really see the stars from here," he said, his voice a small bit of astonishment and adornment for the world above them, glowing with the life of the night, shining little orbs so far away they'd never be able to actually grasp them, "they're beautiful."

"Yeah," Judy said, her eyes traveling back up to the night sky above them, "sitting in the darkness, on the ground, staring at the stars? It's almost like home." She could feel Rosie staring now, and glanced his way. Something so harrowing, yet nostalgic in a way. A mixture of feelings lingering between them at her simple statement - thoughts of home, seemingly so far away now, a place that'd be changed in a thousand different ways by the time they did actually got home - if they got home.

"Where is home?" he asked quietly, leaning to his side to bump her shoulder. She laughed quietly.

"North Carolina." she said, glancing at him in the quiet - she could practically hear him breathing. It was so … comforting.

"A tiny town," she admitted, "nothing big, a river, a general market, a wood mill, friends here and there down the road. But it was home." Judy looked over slowly towards Rosie beside her and quirked out a smile as she saw him sitting there, grinning.

"What?" she said grinning, "Where you from?"

"Brooklyn." he said, looking at her. Judy's face hurt from smiling, but it was okay because it was Rosie.

"Brooklyn," Judy said with a soft smile, "never really been in one of those big cities."

"You'd like it," Rosie said, looking out towards the darkness, "you'd fit right in. Bright lights, the people, the music. All of it." He looked at her. Judy smiled and pulled her knees to her chest, and glanced towards him again.

"Music, huh?" she asked him and he looked at her with a smile.

"Yeah, can't sing real well, but my mom, my sisters, they're pretty good. Far better than me," he said with a nod, and then grinned, "still love music though. You can never go wrong with Artie Shaw." Judy smiled, her thoughts consumed with the idea of what a younger version of this Rosie could've been, home with his family, dancing and attempting to sing. Far away from war and fear and grief. She liked the thought of that at some point, they were all like that. Young, youthful and free.

"Did you do a lot of music and dancing before the war then?" Judy asked him quietly, with a hopeful smile, watching as he comprehended her sentence and then let out a small smile. He shook his head and then leaned forward on his bent knees.

"I was a lawyer before the war actually," Rosie said and Judy's eye widened in near amazement, "yeah, was doing that and then the war broke out. Couldn't just sit back and do nothing." His face grew serious at that last statement and then melted as he looked at her.

"What about you? What was the thing Judy Rybinski was doing before this whole thing started?" he asked, leaning forward, with genuine curiosity and she watched him before letting out a laugh and shaking her head.

"I'm afraid nothing as cool as being a lawyer," she admitted and she watched Rosie's face soften as he tilted his head towards her, "but I was 3 years removed from high school, didn't have money for college so….I worked in the local mechanics, fixing cars, boats, anything and everything. Learning what I could. Made some good money, too." Judy watched him and sighed.

"But….I always dreamed of getting to go to college, continue to learn, allow myself to grow," she said, her thoughts swimming back to that time her parents told her they didn't have enough to help get her through schooling and Judy had cried herself to sleep and then gathered herself together and gone to the mechanic to start learning some trade, "maybe get a job teaching. Maybe geography or something of that sort….I don't know. One day, that's the goal." Rosie stayed watching her, his eyes holding her gaze as she looked at him.

"You should go for it," Rosie told her, "when the war is over, I mean. You'd be a great teacher, great with kids, getting to teach, you just…." Rosie cut himself off for a moment and then smiled at her, suddenly looking more shy and unsure of himself than in recent minutes. Judy watched him, her cheeks warming slightly at his encouragement and genuine thought. It made her stomach twist pleasingly. Rosie let out a nervous laugh and then looked at her, crossing his arms and leaning against his upbent knees.

"You're just someone I like being around," Rosie admitted quickly, running a hand behind his neck and then glancing at her, "and I think you'd be someone good at teaching kids. And being a teacher so….I think you should go for it." Judy was watching him, her cheeks all crimson and her heart racing and for a moment, she caught his gaze and she saw things that made her heart race faster.

Rosie Rosenthal was equally someone she liked being around, but the thought of telling him that made her sweaty and panicky and she figured she'd embarrass herself, so instead, she blushed further and smiled.

"Thank you, sir," she said quietly, and then let out a small laugh, "sorry, it's just….I haven't really told many people that, so…it just means a lot - the support I mean." Rosie smiled at her and nodded.

"You deserve good things after this war, Judy," Rosie said and then swallowed, "all of us do." Judy watched him, this urge to reach out and brush her palm against his cheek inviting her closer, a wish to curl up beside him and let the stars stare down at them, the need for human touch, to be looked at and loved.

By Rosie.

"You too, sir," she said quietly, her smile soft, "only the best." This staring, these lingering glances, they seemed to be whatever they couldn't say and just that look in his eyes made her blush further. Judy tried to control her racing heart, and her breath, and then cleared her throat.

"I think I'll be heading up now," Judy said, and pressed her palms against her cheeks and then sighed and looked to him, "Bessie said she'd braid my hair and I don't want to keep her up."

"Of course," Rosie said, standing to his feet and then offering his own hand towards her, which she took rather quickly, and then stood there, staring up at him like a goof, "try and get some rest tonight, alright?"

"You too," she said, and then chuckled, "sorry, Lieutenant Bradshaw said she couldn't sleep last night and it ended up being the two of you down here, with Doc, unable to fall asleep, just talking and stuff. So….yeah, just, you too, sir." Rosie laughed at her words and then schooled his facial expressions again.

"Thanks, Judy."

Staring at him, she couldn't constrain what she felt and stood on her tiptoes, before placing a small kiss to his cheek, and then turned and walked away, as fast as her feet could carry her and up the stairs, towards the room she was sharing with Bessie. Her mind raced, her thoughts knocking at the edges of her brain as she hurried in, shut the door, and let out a sigh, before turning to the two beds, where Bessie was sat up in one, reading a book and staring at her, confused.

"Since when did you get a jacket….like that?" Bessie said, raising a brow, "And that, large?" Judy blushed and then tried to speak and choked on her air a bit before clearing herself up.

"It's just Lieutenant Rosenthal's," she said, stepping forward and settling on the side of her bed to take her shoes off, "he saw me outside, gave it to me because he said I looked cold."

"Judith Rybinski," Bessie, sitting up and then practically launching out of the bed to sit beside her, "you're blushing like a loon! What happened?" Judy looked at Bessie, her heart pounding, her thoughts racing, emotions running high in far too many wacky ways. Bessie watched her excitedly, but then slowly let her face fall and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"I think he's just being nice," Judy whispered quietly and then shook her head, "and then I gave him a kiss on the cheek because I wasn't thinking-"

"-a kiss? On the cheek?"

"Yes, yes, a kiss on the cheek, it was stupid, he was just trying to be nice-"

"Giving you his jacket in this cold is never just him being nice, Judy-"

"It's a part of it-"

"But not all of it!" Bessie said and looked at her, and smirked, "He probably wants to you know….get to know you more." Judy stared at her and then let her shoulders fall and shook her head.

"No….I don't think so," Judy said and then crossed her arms and bit back her lip, "and plus, did you know he was a lawyer before the war? Bes, he's probably, I don't know, someone from some sort of money to do that sort of thing, ya know? My family comes from people who've lived on the streets, we showered once a week as kids. What am I thinking?" Judy ran her hands over her face and sighed, before squeezing her eyes shut.

"It's stupid," Judy said quietly, "it's just a stupid crush, it'll go away. He's just being nice, and I latched onto that because a nice guy, is a nice guy. But that's it. And….it's fine. I'll be fine." She grew quiet and watched as Bessie stared at her, eyes full of that lingering worry.

"It's not a stupid crush, alright?" Bessie told her, "You're allowed to feel that and if someone's ever told you otherwise, they're the stupid ones. He clearly is someone who is interested, too, Judy. Don't discredit that about yourself. You're one of the sweetest peaches I've ever met. And someone like that? You deserve that." Judy looked over at Bessie and then offered a small smile.

"Thank you, Bessie," Judy said, leaning to her side to pull Bessie into a hug, "you're too nice to me." Bessie chuckled into the hug and patted her back.

"You deserve it, Judy." Bessie said, "A whole lot of things, but sweetness is one of the many."

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Same man, different guy

Summary: You moved from Gotham, to start a new job, a new life in Bludhaven. You'd gotten entangled with the Red Hood and you just need a fresh start. But sometimes, your problems follow you.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Jason Tood (The Red Hood)

Words: 4.2k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Only, handcuffs, blindfold, guns, swearing, spanking, face slapping, teasing, pet names, jealousy, this is probs not healthy, confessions, tiny bit of hurt but mostly comfort.

“Hey Dick,” you call across the bull pit, “how's it going?”

“What's up Deputy Inspector? Didn't think I'd see you around here after your promotion.”

“Just came down to grab a cup of coffee figured I'd swing by and say hi,”

“So, how's the new job going?”

“Really, good. It's nice to be back from Gotham. Love the place and Batman's great, but it's just not home, ya know?”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Maybe we could catch up? Grab a-” you’re dumbstruck as a man walks out from the Sargent's office. He's tall and like your nanna used to say 'built like a brick shithouse', a tight brown leather jacket wrapped tightly over his broad shoulders, hair is almost as dark as Dicks except for the streak of white that runs through the front. Fuck, he has to be the hottest guy you've ever seen. He saunters his way over to Dick, while you stand there staring at him like a deer in headlights.

“Jay, this is the officer I was telling you about. She just moved back from Gotham,” Dick claps his hand on Jay's shoulder, “this is my little brother, Jason,”

“I thought your brother was 11?” You ask, shifting your head to the side. The man, Jason, hasn't said a word and he seems to be avoiding eye contact. He looks… you want to say guilty, but you've no idea why. Was he in trouble with the Sergeant?

“Dami is 11. Jay is one of the middle ones and he's only in town for a few days so I'll have to get a raincheck on drinks. That cool?”

“Yeah, no problem. Have a good night.” You’re disappointed that Dick’s busy and consider asking to hang out with the both of them. Dicks brother was.. Well he was fucking hot. And Dick is the nicest person in this fucking precinct, hopefully you'll get a chance to catch up with him another time. Luckily for you the new records clerk was on her way to the bar and offered you to join her.

Xxx

It's around 2am when you finally leave the drive bar on Oracle St. You’ve had a nice night with Riza, she’s had at least one to many and after you put her in a taxi home, you decide it’ll be faster to walk home.

It's only 2 blocks to your apartment, you know crime rates are unusually high for this time of year. But you’ve heard rumors of Nightwing being spotted after only being in this city for a few days. You'd moved here to get away from all those fucking vigilantes. At Least it’s just Nightwing you think and not- HIM. Him. He who had turned your world upside down and almost ruined you. You have to admit having Nightwing around does make you feel a tiny bit safer. Along with the 6 shooter in your purse, you're sure you can make it home without incident.

You're almost at the end of the first block when you hear a noise down a nearby alley. Carefully you pull out your gun, stepping slowly in the direction of the noise. The street lamp flickers overhead and you can see two figures in the dark. It looks like one is beating the other.

“Freeze Police,” you shout, pointing your gun at them. The one standing drops the other and they fall to a heap on the ground.

“Well, if it isn't my favourite officer,” a deep husky voice calls from the darkness.

“Hands above your head,”

“Now if I remember correctly,” he steps onto the light, his bright red helmet glistening under it and a crowbar swinging in his hand as he approaches you, “you're the one who likes to be tied up. Not me.”

“You,” you glare at him. Why is he here? Did he follow you? Fucking hell. It was him who didn’t want to open up, who didn’t want- whatever was going on between you. So you left, because having him so close and him keeping you so far away was slowly killing you.

“Did you miss me, officer?”

“You.. you followed me.” Why has he done that? What was the point? So he could keep stringing you along?

“Just happened to be in town. Thought I'd say hi,” what an asshole. It’s definitely so he can keep stringing you along. He's getting closer. And all you can think is that you moved here to get away from him. He clouds your judgment, makes you stupid and pliable and you're so fucking happy to see him.

“Right, so it's just a coincidence that you're here then?” You try to sound like you don't believe it, but he just keeps getting closer.

“Why are you here? I thought this was Nightwings turf?” you step back, needing distance to keep your head on straight.

“That why you ran away?” He's almost on top of you now, with every step you take back he takes two forward, “think you could hide behind him?”

“No, I.. I didn't.” fuck, he’s so close now. You can smell the sweat of his long night and that faint hint of leather that always seems to follow him around.

“Didn't what officer? Want to hide or run away?” He steps right into your space, taking your wrist in his hand, pulling the gun away.

“That's-”

“What? Yours? We both know you aren't going to shoot me, don't we?”

Fuck, this should be easy you should be able to say no. To fight him, but you just- you really don't want to. “I won't shoot you,”

“There's my girl,” he coos, holstering the gun in his pants, “now, tell me. Did you really think you could hide from me?” His fingers slide under your jaw forcing you to look up at him.

“No,” you admit. You hadn't, not really. It was childish, but well- “I didn't think you'd care.”

“Care?” if you could see his face, he’d probably look confused. Instead the shiny red helmet stares down at you.

“I didn't think you'd notice I was gone,”

“I notice everything.” his thumb grazes along your jaw, “Even when my girl is flirting with her underlings.” his fingers tighten on your face, the lights in the helmet seem to stare you down.

Huh? What is he talking about? You barely get a chance to think about it. His massive strong hands wrap around you, lifting you up into him and pressing you into the wall. “Red!” You squeal, “what are you-?”

“I'm faster,” he says, taking off towards your apartment. You can only hold on for your life as he sprints down the street, then running up the fire escape. How does he know where you live? Probably the same way he knew where to find you when you moved. Why couldn’t he just let you be? Probably for the same reason you struggle to say no to him.

“Did you come all this way just to bring me home safely?” you joke, trying to ease the growing tension in your tiny apartment. He doesn't answer, instead he turns and walks back towards the window. Your brain is telling you to let him leave, that this is for the best. But your pussy aches more and more every second that you’re close to him. There is only one thing to do, you need him to stay and you know there is a sure way to bait him without spilling out your guts and feelings all over the floor in front of him. “I'm sure Nightwing could have done that."

He comes to an abrupt stop and if you could see his eyes through the helmet you're sure he'd be glaring at you. “Well, officer. I was just going to leave you alone,” he exaggerates extending his arms out, “seeing as you're so keen to be rid of me,” he kicks off his boots, “but after a comment like that,” his jacket goes, landing on the back of your couch, “maybe you DO need the reminder,” he rips off his belt, his body looming over you and his shiny red helmet staring you down.

You reach up, eager to take the helmet off, to kiss him. But he's faster, grabbing your hands in his one and holding them above your head.

“Ah, ah, ah. You know the rules.”

“Do I?” You tease, stepping back towards your bedroom, you hop kicking off your heels which make him much taller.

“Do you need a reminder?” His fingers toy with the line of your tie.

“Yes”

“I can do that.” His free hand grabs your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder, by your arms throwing you over his wide shoulder, your feet dangle in the air as a loud crack rings in your tiny apartment where he slaps you on the ass. “That's for what you did today,”

“What did I?”- he does it again.

“No back talk,” Smack. “I saw you,”

“Saw me what?” Red slaps you on the underside of your ass.

“Hitting on that idiot coworker of yours.”

“Grayson? Wait- how did you-”

“So you do know what I'm talking about,” two slaps land and you can feel yourself start to soak through your pants.

“he's just a friend, we were in the aca-” he kicks your bedroom door open.

“I don't care, just be quiet. Can you do that for me?”

Your room is pitch black as you step into it. Red almost trips over some of the boxes you still haven't unpacked as he enters, nearly dropping you. “There is nothing going on. We're just friends,”

“Listen to me,” he commands in the tone that makes your body quake, his fingers pulling at your tie forcing you to look up into the dim lights of his helmet, “the only words I want to hear from you are yes Red, please Red, thank you Red or our safe word. Ok?”

“Yes, Red, But-” his hand slaps your face and you get a shiver down your spine. Fuck, it's only been a few weeks since you moved but you realise how much you missed this, missed him.

“Stand there. Close your eyes. Do not look.” You give him a nod, disoriented about where you were in your room and without a light you can barely even see with your eyes open. Still, you clamp your eyes shut. You hear the clicking of your side lamp, the shuffling of something, but no matter how much your curiosity is peaked you keep your eyes squeezed shut.

“Ok, little officer. Open your eyes.” You peek one eye open, and the soft light nearly blinds you. He's thrown something over it, a scarf you think and it's done what he wanted. You're illuminated while he is swallowed in the shadows. A glimmer of red catches the light in the corner and you see his helmet sat on your side table. He's taken it off.

“Strip.”

“Yes, Red.” You start pulling at your buttons, your tie, trying your hardest to get everything off, until you hear a cough and your gaze is drawn up.

“Slower.”

“Yes, Red.” You take your time with each button, giving him a show while you slide off your blouse. Your fingers glide along each item on your belt, placing them carefully down before bending over from the front as you slip from your pants.

“These will come in handy,” Red reaches out, taking your handcuffs and twirling them around his finger, “come here,” his finger pokes out of the darkness summoning you towards him.

You crawl across the bed, hoping that maybe this will be the time you get a glimpse at his face. The darkness swallows you the closer you get to him, his hands wrap around your wrists, flipping you onto your back and clicking the cuffs on and around your steel bed frame. “Red? What are you-?”

“Can't have those little hands of yours wandering.”

“I wouldn't”

“No. One more thing little officer,” his hands slip over your hair, lifting your head up as you feel the soft silk of your tie wrap around your face. His sweat dripping down onto you as he presses his forehead onto yours. “You know you can’t see my face,”

“Yes, Red,” fuck you want to see him, to touch him. But it was always the main rule, you couldn’t touch him, couldn’t see his face. The only thing you really knew about how he looks is what you can feel. That his hands are rough when he takes those gloves off and his lips are softer than anything you’ve ever felt before.

“There's my good girl,” his breath fans your face and you feel his lips press into yours, his teeth latch onto your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. His calloused hands travel up your bare body, tugging and pulling at your skin.

“Please Red,” you arch yourself, pressing up into him. To feel more, to feel as much of him as you possibly can. His cold armor grazes your inner thigh as he climbs nearer and the chill makes you twitch.

“Did you miss me after you when you left, Sweetheart?” his fingers graze up your leg, “Did you take care of her while I was gone?”

“Yes Red, please” you wiggle your ass closer to his fingers, hoping to get him to touch you. It’s been so long. Too long. You couldn’t exactly find a suitable replacement or any replacement for the way Red made you feel or how hard he made you cum.

“I don’t think you have.” His fingers part you, scooping up your juice into his mouth. You moan at the sensation, letting out a huff at how quick the touch was, “tastes like she’s been neglected.”

“Red, I-”

“What is it? Couldn’t do it yourself Sweetheart? Those little hands not enough for you?” he says, closer than you expected. You feel his breath on your cheek, his fingers gently gliding through your pussy. “Need big bad Red to take care of you, don’t you little officer?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Red.”

“Good girl,” you feel his smile on your neck, soft kisses pressing into your skin, his thick fingers inside you. “Shit, you’re clenching so hard already. You need this, don’t you?”

“Please Red, Please,”

“That’s what I thought.” you turn your head, trying to find his lips. “What are you lookin for there?” he asks, pulling away. His hand holds your neck, tilting your head in what you assume is the direction of his face. “Do you want to kiss me? Is that what you want?”

“Ah huh,” you try to nod, but he’s got you firmly in his grasp.

“Tell me who you belong to”

“Red,”

“Again,”

“Red, please.” you plead, for a second before his lips meet yours. It’s gentle and fierce, a reclaiming. His fingers speed up pounding into you, while his tongue explores your mouth. You feel something nudging at your legs and the bed begins to shake. You don't give it too much thought, to be caught up in how sweet his kisses are and how good his fingers are fucking you. Faster, harder he goes until your almost crumbling in his hands.

You're so close, just a little more. But as your pussy starts to spasm, he takes his fingers from you. Swallowing your protests with his tongue and capturing your face with both hands so he can kiss you deeper. You press what you can of your body into him, needing more and more of him.

“You’re desperate for me aren’t you?”

“Yes, Red. Please. Yes,” you pull at your hands, the handcuffs clang and rattle on your bedframe, “Let me touch you,”

“You know the rules,” he tuts, drawing himself back away from you.

“Red? Where did you?”

“Still here, sweetheart,” his bare hand floats up your tummy, fingers pinching at your nipple. You hear something bang onto the floor and you can only assume it’s his armor. You squirm and writhe on the bed, the metal of the handcuffs biting into your wrists.

“Red, please.” you beg, kicking your legs up until you hear a soft chuckle to your left.

“You poor thing. You need more, more of me. Don’t you?” the low rumble of his voice whispers into your ear.

��Yes,”

“Then stop pulling on these,” his fingers loop through the inside of the handcuffs, “You're hurting yourself.”

“Sorry,”

“Don’t be, just be careful.”

“Yes, Red.” your hands drop and you wince at just how sore your wrists have become. Your head drops back onto the pillow and you try to relax, to ignore it.

Instead you’re surprised. The latch on the cuffs comes undone and calloused thumbs rub over the sore spots before soft kisses are pressed into your skin and places them above your head, “Promise me, you’ll keep your hands here,”

“Thank you, I promise,”

“Good girl. Hold onto the pillows if it helps just-”

“No touchie, I know.”

“Good. Now spread your legs for me Sweetheart.”

His thickness, parts you. Swiping and collecting all your juices on his cock, “Please, stop teasing.”

“You teased first. Now it’s my turn,” he continues to toy with you, pressing in just a bit before he pulls back. His forefinger rubs slow torturous circles over your clit. His other hand presses your leg back until it’s at your chest. “You’re making such a mess, dripping onto your nice clean sheets Sweetheart,”

“Sorry Red,”

“Don’t be sorry. I love it. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, please Red. I need it, need you,”

“Tell me it’s mine,”

“Yes. Yours, all yours. All of me, whatever you want,” your head starts to spin with pleasure and anticipation, “Please fuck me,”

“No, need to be dramatic,” he thrusts fully inside you, grinding his cock into your pussy. His hand tightens on your thigh, digging in so fucking delightfully as he releases a deep breath, “I fucking missed you,” he leans over pressing your leg down further and pushing himself deeper. His mouth finally reaches yours and you just can’t help the way you react.

Your hands fly into his hair, holding him close. His hair is so soft, longish and curly as it twines through your fingers. You snag his lip between your teeth sucking on them so he can’t tell you to stop. You moan into his mouth, delighted that even if you get nothing else tonight, you got this. Got to touch him even if it's his hair, just for a second.

“Now, now, little officer,” he pulls back, taking your hands in his, “Keep those up here. I won’t tell you twice.” he thrusts into you, holding your hands in his. You wish you could see his face, touch it, touch his skin with your hands.

“Sorry, I just-”

“I know you want to touch me. I just- You won’t like it,”

“Please, I can’t see. Just- just this one time.”

“And if I tell you to stop?”

“Then I will stop,”

“You may touch my hair,”

“Thank you Red,” your hands move slowly, reaching up to where you assume his head is. You twirl a stray curl around your finger, pushing it from his face. “Thank you,”

“Since you’ve got a hand in my hair,” his fingers twine through the front of your hair, tugging your face up to meet him so he can kiss down the column of your neck, your collar bone, your shoulder. His teeth sink in every few seconds, before his tongue lathes over the marks.

The sting zings through your body and down into your pulsing clit. You pussy pulses and Red's cock throbs in response. “I can feel you getting close,” he picks up his rhythm on your clit, his hands tightening on your thigh and in your head. The pain of his harsh grip increases your pleasure, “harder, please harder,” you moan, finding your mouth meeting the hard lines of his shoulder. You press your lips into it gently, sucking down on his soft skin. Fuck, you've never gotten to feel this much of him before.

“I need you to cum for me. Please. Sweetheart.” he pants in your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck. “I’m so fucking close,” you arch up, rising to meet his deep and hard thrusts. He hits that spot right inside you and fireworks start behind your eyes. Your body shakes and quivers and he’d see your eyes roll back into your head if it wasn’t for the dark and the blindfold. You release a series of moans, cries and plea’s for more and more. His name desperately falling from your lips like it’s the only word you know.

“Yes, that’s it. Give it- Give it all to- Me Ahh, Fuck. Yes. Like that,” he moans when you tug on his hair, “Just like that.” his thrusts start to stutter, his breathing ragged. “I’m- I’m - Fucckkk” he presses in deep, his cum filling your pussy up with every gyration of his hips.

“I missed you,” you sigh, as he lays down atop you. His face pressing into the crook of your neck. You rake your hands through his hair gently, noticing that a bit at the front feels coarser from the rest. Probably from the helmet you guess.

“Could you-” he whispers, his breath ragged and hoarse. His fingers find yours in his hair. Slowly he guides them down to his cheek, “Here,”

“Like this,” you ask, brushing your hand from his strong jawline, up his sharp cheekbones and to the small scar on his eyebrow. Your hand moves slowly as your nails graze his face, “is this ok?”

“Perfect,” a silence fills the room. You keep quiet, not willing to jeopardize whatever has come over him, that's allowing you to touch him.

“Why did you leave me?” His voice is soft and almost scared. You wish you could see him, to reassure him somehow, in another way.

“I-”

“You.” you feel him move, rolling to your side, he reaches behind you and you peek your eyes open. The light from the room floods through your tie. You can’t see, but you know he's got the light on you.

“It wasn’t enough.”

“I wasn’t enough,” the sound of defeat echoes in his voice. You feel the bed bounce, like he's moving. You throw your arms out into the air, hoping that your able to grab him. Thankfully, dude is massive.

“Stop. That’s not what I meant.” you sit up, latching onto what you think is his hand. “Are you there?”

“I’m still here.”

“What I mean is. I know your job is scary. I know you're not exactly one of those guy's that worships the Bat either. But, I just-” You sigh, your hand creeps up his arm, making a beeline for his face, “It’s always like this. We have a good time and you leave and I need more.”

“More what? Money? Sex? I can do that.”

“No. I don’t- You’re not getting it.” you shake your head, “I just want you. That’s all I ever wanted and I knew it wouldn’t happen.”

“So you left me,”

“No. I left for me. Because this- we could never be more than this. You don’t want that and it’s not fair for me to push it on you. So I left.”

“What if I did want more? What if these last few weeks without you nearly killed me and I-”

“You won’t even let me look at you Red. I don’t even know your name. Look it’s- It is what it is. This has to be the last time though. Because leaving the first time nearly broke me. So just go, so I don’t have to watch.” You feel those tiny pieces of your heart start to fall again, you had left without saying goodbye because you knew it would be awful and somehow this was a million times worse.

You nearly jump out of your skin when a calloused finger wipes the tears from your cheek. “Oh my little officer,” his fingers drift up and you freeze. Your heart all but stopping as his fingers graze the bottom of your blindfold.

“This isn’t-” you clamp your eyes shut as your feel the fabric start to shift upwards, “You don’t have to,”

“I want to.” his lips brush across your eyelids, “Just- don’t freak out?”

“Why are you some kind of ogre?” you giggle but it sounds strained, “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure about you. Open your eyes for me sweetheart.”

You blink, then again. Your eyes blurry for a moment before he comes into view. His eyes are the first thing you notice, fuck. They're so blue, worry written in them like it's all he's ever know and there's something else, something deeper, like a fear that has been burned into his eyes.

You register the scar next, it almost slices through his left eyebrow and makes him look super badass. It looks old and new, like something brutal must have happened. Bringing your hands up, you brush your fingers over the hard lines of his face. Your eyes dart up, when a stray white curl falls into his face, “You’re beautiful,” your voice so soft, you're not even sure he hears you. But he leans into your touch, his soft stubble grazing your palm. “Are you ok with this, Red?”

“Hmm.” his eyes flash open, “Jason,”

“Right, Jason. So what now?”

“For right now. Can’t we just, I dunno. Be? And worry about the semantics in the morning?”

“If that's what you need. Come here.” you lay back, twirling his curls through your fingers when he lays down on your chest, “Just don’t be gone when I wake up ok.”

“You’re stuck with me, Sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.”

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imnameimswrld · 5 months

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I DO NOT

a max verstappen imagine !

yes, this is apart of my max verstappen social media au. i really wanted to write a short little one-shot related to it, as a little bonus I guess...I hope you enjoy it !

warning: it gets a lil cheeky towards the end so mdni !!

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"Max Verstappen, don't you dare-"

My husband either deliberately ignores my warning, or it just goes straight into one ear, and out the other, as he proceeds to scoop me up into his arms, the action making the throng of our beloved ones that line either side of the white carpet cheer loudly.

I spy my father, his tall stature allowing him to tower above everyone, and I see the eye roll he gives, but it doesn't stop the little smirk from pulling at the corner of his lips. My dress hangs long over Max's arm that's under my legs as he walks us through the rain of petals being tossed from either side. I can't help but laugh in his arms, as he countless times has to blow some away from getting stuck to my glossed lips. He all but gives up and just shields them by pressing his lips against them, and the everyone cheers louder from all around.

How he's even able to safely get us to the end of the carpet and to the car without looking up once as he kisses me, is beyond my knowledge. I'm set back gently on my stilettos, Max's arm lingering around my waist as we give everyone one last smile goodbye. From behind me, Max pulls open the door to his sleek, midnight blue Lamborghini, the dark colour matching his suit perfectly.

"Your happily ever after awaits, my liefie."

I smile, lips seeking out his once again without my even realizing it. He delivers a cheeky pat to my backside that has me swatting his shoulder. Of course he chuckles, his smile causing a burst of sparkles to take home in his crystal blue gaze. I wave to all our friends and family, not missing the broad grin my father can't fight off his lips quick enough. I laugh at him, and he pulls a face that only has me laughing harder as Max helps me and my plethora of a dress into the car.

I watch through the tinted window as my husband greets his friends with hand claps and a bright smile; my husband. It's wild, because it's only been a little over 3 months since the accidental marriage in Las Vegas. We planned to have waited longer before having a proper ceremony, but the longer we waited, the more impatient we got, and the more we settled into the life of no longer just being boyfriend and girlfriend. Him referring to me as his wife every chance he got, and constantly kissing the tattoo on my ring finger, I quickly realized there's no better life to be living – and no better person to be living it with.

We're no 90 Day Fiancé couple, but we're certainly as wild as one; but that's a Max and Y/n thing. We're crazy and wild, which is exactly why he's the perfect half to mine.

"Ready, meine Frau ?"

Getting comfortable, I kick my heels off and curl my legs up onto the seat. My hand crawls into his lap to find his, our fingers immediately intertwining as if it's second nature.

"For forever with you ?"

Max presses the start button, the car vibrating around me as it roars to life.

"Are you ready for that, liefie ? For forever with me ?" his smile tells me clearly he's not looking for any sort of true reassurance. He knows how boundless my love for him is.

Smirking, my gaze rakes over his body in his perfectly tailored suit, the fit hugging him in all the right places. A hungry feeling begins to simmer in my core, and as soon as I look up, that light simmer bubbles into a raging boil.

Max's eyes are significantly darker now. His pretty lips fall open slightly when my hand releases his, to inch up his muscled thigh. Curling my fingers around the very top of his thigh, my lips quirking up at the feeling of something growing against my knuckles. Something that's hardening by the second.

"Drive, and I'll show you just how ready I am, mein Ehemann."

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maxverstappen1 wild doesn't even begin to describe what our forever is going to be like, my liefie 💌 @yn_wolffstappen

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zkdlin I cried, so many tears.

danielricciardo the ceremony was so beautiful, so happy for u guys 🫂

yn_wolffstappen well, we're a wild pair, aren't we love ?

maxyn SO THE TATTOOS WERE REAL !?

stppn and charles lied by saying it was just sharpie 😭💀

yn_wolffstappen CHAR SAID THAT 🤣 !?

charles_leclerc I was covering for you two at the time !

maxverstappen1 thanks charles, appreciate it 😂

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Beautiful Stranger

10: Ready Or Not

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

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warnings: Lily's pov, handritten and falshbacks in italics

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a/n: hello guys!! I'm warning you, the next chapter will be the last one of the story! (not including the epilogue, obviously). I hope all of you like this chapter even if for me seems boring, love you all❤️

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She was broken.

The moment she heard the knocks on her front door she knew he was leaving. Leaving forever.

No matter how much pain he gave her, no matter if he lied to her. She fell in love with the person that shared those days with her. She should forgive him, right? Give him a second chance and let him explain.

But how? How can she do that? Why is it so hard to control her emotions?

Logan, or Lando, whoever he is, lied to her. It's not funny when someone lies to you. But when that person knows everything about you, all your fears and deepest secrets, the trust is gone so quickly.

And that's what happened to her. She trusted him enough to let him sleep on her bed, to let him take showers in her bathroom, to have a bath with her. Enough trust to give herself to him.

And now she's standing in the middle of her apartment, with cushions and blankets on the floor, balls of paper ripped off of her sketchbook with portraits of him.

"How could you?" she mumbled, looking at the first draw she ever made of him. Those eyes staring back at her, this time with a mocking gaze. "Why…"

She spent that day in her bedroom, under the blankets trying to find some comfort and emotional support.

But the pictures on her phone weren't helping at all. All the memories coming back while watching them, those weren't helping at all.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed excitedly, walking closer to one of the pillars of the ruins. "We are in Delfos!"

She was looking around, like a kid in a candy store, and he took pictures of her. He took pictures of her smile and how her eyes were bright while looking at all those ruins.

"I only see broken things" he joked, making her slap his arm softly.

"Just imagine it" she said, pointing around. "It just gives me shivers thinking about it"

"You are so cute" he chuckled, kissing her temple. "Come on, take a picture with me"

She sighed, locking her phone and leaving it on the other side of the bed.

She took a deep breath, feeling how the wave of sobs started again. Her brain was punishing her for trusting someone like him, making her remember all the moments she had with him, all the moments she started to fall harder and harder for him.

Logan was a liar and she loved him.

Lily tried to love before. To fall in love with her fiance, or even like him. That man was good with her, he didn't deserve to be left alone in that church, without a wife and with all their family laughing at him.

"Liliane, would you like to go out for dinner with me?" Adrian asked her, walking inside her apartment. "Come on, get ready"

"Adrian… I really don't want to go outside" she sighed l, closing her book and leaving it on the coffee table.

"Then I'll make you something and we'll have dinner here" he nodded. "I saw you have a nice wine around, maybe I can make something and we can open it"

She took a deep breath, looking at the man. How can someone like him accept what his parents did? He's 26 years old and she's 23, how can someone accept something like that just to make their parents happy? What type of parents are them?

"Alright" she nodded. "What are you going to make?"

"Well… I heard that you love Greece" he said. "And casually one of my coworkers' customer is the owner of one of the most famous Greek restaurants in London"

"The Andromeda?" she gasped. "No way, that's one of my favorite restaurants in London!"

"I know, that's why I asked if I could have the recipe of their most famous dish" he said, showing her the screen of his phone.

"That's… that's awesome, Adrian" she smiled softly, visibly touched by the gesture he had with her.

"So yeah, continue reading whatever you were reading while I cook our dinner" he nodded.

Adrian was a handsome man, someone that has all the girls of the company behind him. But she wasn't jealous. She didn't see him that way, she couldn't see herself being in love with him even if she tried.

She blames the karma for everything that is happening to her. If only she tried to be how her parents wanted her to be, or accept her destiny and marry a man she couldn't love.. if she didn't abandon her family, none of this would be happening.

She was heartbroken, knowing that she was having an inner fight, wanting to get up from her bed and go talk with him or just ignore him until he leaves the next day.

The first half hour was easy. She only had to close her eyes and take deep breaths, ignore the noise of her surroundings and focus on her heartbeat.

But again, memories with his face on it came back.

"Lily!" he giggled, getting out of the water of the sea and running towards her.

"Don't you dare! No! Logan!" she exclaimed, knowing that he was going to hug her with his body wet from the water. "Stop it!"

"Come on, let's cool down a little" he chuckled. "You are too hot. And I'm not saying it because you are hot and sexy. If I out an egg on your thigh I bet it would fry"

"You are exaggerating" she laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Come to the water with me, come on" he asked her, kissing her shoulder. "It's really nice"

"I was tanning, Logan" she sighed, sitting on the towel.

"And you can continue that later" he smiled. "Come on, are you the same Lily that the same day you had your ankle bandaged, needed to be in the water and fell to the floor of the bathroom? Or the one that literally dragged me out of my apartment to take you to the beach?"

"Oh, and you loved doing that" she smiled, pecking his lips. "Didn't you?"

"Of course I did" he chuckled. "And I loved every minute of that and what came next"

She felt tears again, making her close her eyes hard and gasp while opening them again and sit on the bed.

She heard that love comes with pain, but never imagined it could be that painful.

She doesn't know when she fell asleep, thinking it wasn't possible after what happened, but the knocks on the front door were the reason she woke up.

She heard him. His voice was sad, it didn't sound the same as the previous days.

Lily wanted to open the door, to ask him to stay and never leave. But it was for the best, for both of them. She wanted to tell him so many things, ask him so many things… but her body wasn't helping at all, staying still on the door of her bedroom.

She saw the paper slipping through the door, making her breath get stuck in her throat and her heartbeat increase. She was battling her own body to walk towards the door, wanting to see him one last time. But her body wasn't cooperating.

Maybe she has to forget him. Maybe it's a sign her own body is sending her. Her brain and heart were having an argument, her angel and demon were fighting on her shoulders.

"Why would you want to go to him? He lied to you! He deserves your hate and your silence" her mind and demon groaned.

"You love him, Lily. And he just said he loves you. Everyone deserves a second chance" her heart and angel argued back.

"No" she frowned, looking at the paper. She wants to pick it up, to read it. Maybe it has the answers she's been searching for.

"He hurt you, Lily" her demon said. "Burn that thing. Rip it off. He doesn't deserve your pardon"

Her body was working. Her legs were taking her to the door, letting her grab the paper. It was like her body was being controlled by cords, she was a ragdoll.

"Please, Aphrodite" she mumbled.

She believes in love. She always wanted to find someone who loves her no matter what. Someone who would give her everything she needed and deserved.

And he, Logan, gave her everything.

Ignoring the paper, she opened the door hoping to find him there, waiting for her.

But there was no one waiting.

"Fuck" she mumbled, looking down and closing the door.

The paper remained untouched and ignored for days. All her answers were there, and still, she didn't want to read them. Every time she walked out of her apartment she stepped on that letter.

"Kalimera, Lily" Nora smiled weakly at her. "How are you feeling?"

She looked at the woman in front of her, watching her sad smile directed to her. She knows what happened.

"Good" she lied.

"Lily…"

"No, really. I'm good" she nodded. "I’m really good”

“How many times will you repeat that you are good? Are you doing that to convince yourself?” Nora sighed, placing her hand on her shoulder and squeezing it softly. “You don’t have to lie to me, kid”

“I just…” she sighed, feeling how her shoulders got heavier. “He lied to me, Nora… he made me fall in love and believe his lie from the start. You know me. You know that I don’t like lies…”

“Was it really a harmful lie?” the woman asked, grabbing the chair next to her and sitting on it. “You know why he did that?”

“It doesn’t matter. He lied” she mumbled.

“It does matter. He’s famous. You know how that life is, you know how it is being the daughter of someone that has an important name” she said. “You came here to escape, just like him”

“But that’s not a reason to lie! To tell me that he’s a person he’s clearly not”

“You are being selfish here, Liliane” Nora said, making her flinch when she heard her birth name. “You came to this town escaping from your life, making everyone believe that you are someone you are not. Tell me this, kid. Do you keep that ring you came with? Do you still have the money your parents gave you?”

“Nora…”

“No. This is my time to talk” the old woman interrupted her. “You came to Parga the same day of your wedding. You came to this town with things from your previous life and locked them in a wardrobe. You know you can’t hide from f¡your past forever, Liliane”

“Stop calling me that name…” she mumbled.

“It’s your name. Can’t you see? You came here and did the same thing he did! You changed your name and made everyone believe your lies” she frowned. “That guy loves you. That guy came here all days asking how to make your favorite dishes, which places he should take you. That guy called to check if there weren’t any paparazzi around because he didn’t wanted to expose you two because he knew that sooner or later someone would find him”

“I didn’t ask him to do any of that!”

“Exactly! He did that because he loved you! He loves you! Did you read the letter? Did you read the emails?”

“W-what emails?” she frowned.

“I gave him your email address”

“Nora!”

“Lily, please. I want you to be happy, he made you happy” Nora sighed holding her hands. “Just give him a chance”

Lily sighed, getting up and getting ready to work, trying to get distracted and not look at her phone.

If he sent her emails, why not send her a text? Oh, right… because they never exchanged their numbers.

Summer finished. And then autumn came.

She read his letter a month later, having to grab it after receiving a package with his name on it.

The moment she opened the box, his perfume invaded the apartment, knowing that he sprayed it on the clothes inside of it.

She sighed, grabbing the baby blue hoodie and hugging it. It definitely smells like him.

"Idiot" she whispered, breathing the scent of the material.

A card caught her attention, making her sigh when she recognized his handwriting.

My amazing Lily,

I hope you like this hoodie. I read that the cold in Greece comes late, but I know that you like to wear hoodies no matter the weather outside.

I hope next time we meet you wear this hoodie.

I miss you.

I love you.

Yours,

Lando.

She sighed, tracing the handwriting with her fingertips. She remembers how he used to write on her notebooks, trying to copy the words she wrote in Greek.

She imagined how he looked while writing this letter, how he could be biting his lip, how he could shrug his nose.

The day she received the box, she read his letter and emails, making her wonder how he's doing, how is his life without her.

She wanted to answer, write to him and call him. But there was something stopping her.

What was it? Fear? Maybe… Anger? No.

Pain. The knife of betrayal was still buried on her chest and everytime she read about him, it slipped deeper and deeper.

Maybe his life is better without her. Maybe she was only a summer fling for him. Maybe he doesn't need her anymore.

That's what she thought while opening her email app, not finding news about him.

Maybe… maybe he forgot about her.

He went from writing all weeks to write only once a month. Even if he said that he loves her, she feels alone, not loved anymore.

Maybe she should write to him. Maybe she should ask why he doesn't write to her anymore.

Maybe, maybe, maybe…

Maybe she deserves this, all the torture and the pain. Because Nora was right: she's a liar too.

What she considered her home was now a torture room, making all the memories of them come back to her. The town she loved was now the stage where ghosts of them danced in synchrony, making her remember that he's no longer with her.

Everytime she walked through that street she could remember the first time he saw him, making her feel goosebumps on the ankle she injured.

Everytime she went to that private beach she could remember all the times they nearly kissed, how he confessed that he was dying to kiss her, searching for orange shells and talking about nothing. Now she looks around trying to find those shells as a way of having him close to her again.

This place holds too many memories of him, of someone that is no longer hers.

Maybe she has to leave and find a new home, a new place, and start from zero. Be herself, Liliane Barton.

She called him immature. But how wrong was she, when the immature here was herself, living on a lie she created even if she escaped from one. She never wanted to be what her parents asked her to be. She thought that she could be like those women from the tales her babysitter read to her when she was a kid. She thought she could be brave and strong, a fighter everyone could respect.

But to be fair, she's still being a little girl that wants to escape from the real world.

"Mature, you idiot" she groaned looking at herself in the mirror.

She tried to find somewhere to go. Somewhere to settle down and act like the adult she is. A home, a job… whatever she needed.

"What if he comes back?" Nora asked her with a sad smile, grabbing the keys of the apartment. "What if he's searching you?"

"Will he?" she smiled weakly. "Do you really think he will come? I don't think so… he stopped writing, Nora. Even if I wrote to him once he never replied. I'm the past…"

"Oh, Lily…"

"Liliane" she corrected her. "I learned my lesson. No more lies"

"I'm proud of you, little girl" she smiled, hugging her. "But… I'm sure he will come"

"Then if he does that you know what to do" she whispered, hugging the woman that was like a mother to her one last time, pulling away and grabbing her suitcase.

When she came for the first time to that town, dressed with a summer dress and her hair styled as a bride, she was a scared girl.

But now, dressed with a red hoodie and the name of the eSports team of someone she still loves on it, she feels free.

This time she's free.

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