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#I have a VERY red face and I'm not sure how much is from the sun and how much is from the run itself
nana-gumi · 1 day
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I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR ANGST SM, WELL WRITTEN ISTG!! as one of my favorite angst writer, i had this idea in my mind for a long time. imagine you found out that you're 12 weeks pregnant and you were too excited to surprise satoru about it but when he came home, he broke the news that he got his ex pregnant. he was cheating and the surprise slipped out of your mind and you got angry at him and led into an argument... YOU CAN CONTINUE IF YOU WANT. I REALLY WANT TO SEE HOW OR WHAT ENDING YOU'LL WRITE. and also, make it a very very angst 😋
anyway, don't be a stranger g.satoru
pairings: gojo satoru x fem! reader
cw: heavy angst, infidelity, pregnancy, illness, mentions of death, cremation, as usual not proofread hehe
a/n: YOU ASKED FOR THIS OKAY?? anyways, happy reading :p
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it was positive.
the moment you saw two red lines from the pregnancy test you bought, you didn't know what to feel at first, you were in disbelief so you tried it for the second, and third time, but the results did not change at all so you took this as a cue to visit a doctor, and there was no doubt in it, it was revealed that you were 12 weeks pregnant.
how should you tell your husband? satoru was barely home from his work after all. you knew how hard it is to be a new company's head so you understand him.
and so you dialed satoru's number as you nervously bit your bottom lip. he answered at the fifth ring.
"hello?"
"satoru–" you paused, and a small smile made its way on your lips. "can you come home, tonight? are you busy?"
"uh, not really." he sounded unsure but you didn't even noticed it on how excited you were.
"can you come home tonight, please?" you repeated.
"alright." he said as you heard him sigh from the other line "i– wanted to tell you something." he said and satoru's tone was unrecognizable, it was like his voice was slightly shaking.
"okay?" you worriedly said. "see you later, satoru. i love youuu."
"mhm, i love you too."
-
if someone would see you right now, they would, in an instant, notice that you were celebrating something special. you sure were prepared for satoru's return, you even wore nice dress and a cardigan as you await for his arrival.
and here he comes.
satoru enters the door and saw you approaching him.
"welcome home." you said as you leaned your face his chest followed by a kiss on his cheek. it was unusual on how he didn't return your advances as he walked past you.
his gloomy approach was affecting you as you placed a concerning hand on his shoulder, the surprise you prepared for him suddenly slipping out of your mind.
"what's wrong, honey?" you asked as you felt him tense up.
"you know i love you, right?" he said, and you thought you've read those words from a book before. you just hoped that the words he would say next wouldn't hurt you as much as the words on the book did.
you hummed in response as satoru turned to face you.
"i'm really sorry, my love. please forgive me."
"satoru, what's wrong? why are you– i'm scared." you said as satoru face palmed, his own body giving up as he was forced to sit down on the couch as he opened his mouth to speak and..
what was he saying? you sure you've heard it but, it sounds muffled when it entered your ears.
"i'm so sorry." he said as he stood up, embracing you as tight as he could so you wouldn't have a chance to step away from him.
"how long?" you muttered and satoru wasn't familiar with the tone of your voice. he didn't respond and it made your blood boil as you pushed him. "i asked how long!" you yelled.
"4 months."
"4 months?! 4 fucking months and you're just informing me about it right now? is that why you're not always home?!" you were screaming at this point and satoru tried to reach for your hand but you were quick to draw back.
"i already cut off ties with her! please believe me."
"satoru, you got someone pregnant! do you want the child to grow up without a father?" you exclaimed as you released a heavy sigh.
"it was just a mistake, we were drunk." satoru said as he embraced you.
-
"are you sure you'd let me attend the reunion?"
"yup, why? don't you want to?" you said as you fixed his tie.
"my ex is going to be there, though." he said and out of all the reactions he could get from you, he didn't expect you to smile at him as you pinch his nose.
"i trust you, satoru. i already did the moment we exchanged vows."
-
satoru was sure that the trust you had for him was already gone by now.
"take responsibility, satoru." you said as you push him by his chest.
"i love you so so so much, (name). please, i can't live without you."
"satoru, you can't just have me around while raising a child with another woman! what would people say?"
"like i told you, i already cut off ties with her."
"i know how it feels to grow up without a father, satoru." you mumbled as you look down on the ground. "it'll be fine. i'll manage, somehow."
"no–"
"why are you being stubborn!"
"you're being selfish!" he exclaimed as you gasp in surprise. selfish? you? how could he say that.
"you'll thank me someday, satoru." you mumbled.
"(name), please.."
"satoru. understand the situation." you weren't screaming anymore and.. why was he crying?
satoru took your hand on his as he placed it on his cheek and leaned on it, his tears stopping on your fingers and, you couldn't help but tear up as well.
"it'll be fine." you mumbled, voice breaking as you closed your eyes.
"i swear will all of my heart, that i love love love you. i'm sorry, forgive me. i didn't have enough courage to tell you sooner, because i was scared that it'll end up, like how it is now."
"it'll eventually come, you can't hide it from me forever, y'know." the storm was starting to calm as both of you spoke with hushed tones. "now go."
"let's talk about this one more time, please?" he mumbled as you slowly removed his hand on yours.
"then tell me, 'toru. what's there left for us to talk about?" you asked and satoru was, unfortunately quiet. "there's nothing, right?"
"love, please. i'm so sorry."
"what's done is done, satoru. we couldn't possibly go back in time and fix everything, right?"
"please." he whispered, hoping for something that he, himself doesn't even know what.
"i won't hate you for this, satoru. it's just– i hope you told me sooner."
"i'm so sorry. i'm grateful to have you as my wife, i'm sorry if i couldn't treat you like how you deserve it."
he really didn't deserve you. you were so understanding that satoru couldn't even look at you in the eyes.
"i'll say it as many times as i could. i love you. i didn't regret marrying you." he said as he cupped your tear stained cheeks and leaned his forehead on yours. "i don't really deserve you." satoru leaned in, kissing you and kissed back because both of you knew that, it was for the last time.
satoru left your apartment after settling things out. you fell on the couch as you felt something on the pocket of your cardigan.
"fuck." you muttered as you laughed bitterly, clutching the results in your hand, placing it close to your chest. you forgot the surprise and now that satoru have made up his mind, you knew there was no point on telling him anymore. grow up without a father, huh? now you're the one to talk.
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a week has passed.
"hey." he acknowledged as he sat beside you inside the court.
"hey." you responded as you fiddle with your fingers. a gesture satoru noticed when you're uncomfortable. were you uncomfortable around him?
"how have you been?"
"i don't know." you said as satoru went silent.
"are you okay? let's stop this divorce if you–?"
"no, i just don't feel well."
"you can still change minds, y'know." satoru mumbled, anxiously tapping his feet on the floor.
should you tell him? it was a chance, the only chance left before you and satoru have to separate ways. but as you recalled it, he mentioned that his supposed to be ex was 4 months pregnant and you were just on you were just on 12 weeks, equivalent to more or less than 2 months. it was her advantage.
"it'll be fine." you said as you sighed.
"you always say that."
-
"so, this is it?" you said as you stand across each other and satoru looked to his side and he was caught off guard when he felt you hold his hand, he took note of your cold hands.
you placed the wedding ring on his palms as you forced to close it.
"no." he said as he placed it back on you after removing his own ring. "i want you to keep it. for us." he said.
"okay." you said, turning around as you placed his ring and yours inside your bag.
"(name)." he called as you looked back. "i'm sorry i broke my promise, to have a happy family with you." he said and you wanted to tear up but you reminded yourself that it's not the right time to as you smiled at him.
"find me in another life then we can have a happy family there." you joked as both of you laughed.
is it normal to be like this with each other as if satoru hadn't just got his ex pregnant? as if both of you just haven't came out of the court after signing the divorce papers?
"i'll come and visit when i can." he said, and you hoped he would keep his words this time.
"okay."
"for the last time. i love you." you do too, but this time, you didn't say it back anymore.
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"don't you think sanyu is a good name for our child?" satoru said as you look up at him.
"do you want to have one?"
"i'd love to have a happy family with you."
"is that so? but why sanyu?"
"sanyu means happiness. it means we are happy that we have him." he said as you chuckled in response.
"and how are you so sure that it would be a boy?"
"instincts."
-
his instincts was right. you had a son with him and you named him sanyu.
unfortunately, when sanyu turned a year of age, it was found that he had a very weak heart. there wasn't a day where you and your son doesn't visit a hospital. he was just a kid but they already wanted to take him away from you.
"mama." sanyu called. there were a lot of tubes that was connecting his body and it hurts to see your son suffer like this. you always hoped that it was you suffering instead of sanyu.
"yes?" you responded as you sat on the nearby chair.
"papa? where?" he curiously asked and your heart couldn't hurt more. you were lying to your child all this time, that his father was not around because of his job. you'll have to explain it to him when he grows up though.
you held sanyu's hand on yours as you softly caress it.
"papa's not here. he's very very busy!" you said as sanyu frowned. "don't worry, papa will see you soon, okay?"
"okay. love love mama, papa."
-
you bit your bottom lip as you stared at your contacts. you're eyes switching from the phone to the surroundings as you slowly became anxious.
his contact was still in your emergency. you took a deep breath but in the end, you just couldn't dial his number, proceeding to call the person below his contact as you place the speaker close to your ear.
"hello?" you said as you heard a small gasp from the other side of the phone.
"hey, how are you? we haven't seen you since."
"i'm doing fine, thank you for asking, geto."
"what's the matter? why'd you call all of the sudden?"
"satoru." you said as you paused, gathering some courage left in you. "um, how is he?"
"well– he's doing good."
"he is, huh?" you mumbled. "can i ask you a favor, please?"
"of course. is it about satoru?"
"kind of?"
"alright, but satoru's a very busy man now, that's why it's gonna be hard to contact him these days."
oh.
"don't worry, it's not about that. can you– can you come here at the hospital? i'll send you the address and explain it to you later."
-
suguru arrived early than you expected it to.
"i'm sorry for calling out of the blue." you said as you approached him on the front desk.
"it's fine." suguru said as he shrugged. "why here at the hospital? are you sick?"
"i'm not. come, follow me." you said and suguru silently obliged as you finally stopped at a certain door. suguru noticed your discomfort as you slowly opened the door.
"mama!"
"hi baby. i brought someone." you said as you approached your son.
"what?" suguru mumbled in disbelief and he was left frozen on the door, his eyes widening. it was like a child version of satoru was infront of him.
"papa?" sanyu asked as he tilted his head to the said.
"i'm sorry, sanyu. i can only bring papa's friend." you said, your heart aching as your son frowned.
"sanyu?" suguru asked as he approached the two of you.
"i'm sanyu!" your son exclaimed and once again, suguru could only sigh in disbelief.
-
"how old is sanyu?" suguru asked when both of you left the room to grab a drink outside.
"he's 4 years old."
"does satoru know?"
"no."
"then tell him." easier said than done.
"you know i can't." you mumbled. "the favor–" you said as you faced suguru. "can you tell sanyu about his father? i just couldn't.." you mumbled as you played the can of the drink with your thumb.
"alright." suguru said and you smiled at him in return.
"thank you so much. it's just.. the doctors said he doesn't have enough time to–" you paused as you wiped your tears with your sleeves. "sorry for asking you this, geto. you are the closest to satoru, that's why."
"i understand, don't worry about it too much."
"i just couldn't tell satoru. i want sanyu to know what he wants to know. i couldn't tell him because i'm scared that i'll tear up once i mention his father to him. they said sanyu's running out of time.. i don't know– i'll just have to accept it nonetheless." suguru looked at you in pity as he embraced you.
"don't think about it, okay? sanyu will live and so satoru will know about it. i'll help you with it, 'kay?"
"okay, thank you.."
-
"you look like your papa."
"really?!" sanyu exclaimed happily as suguru hummed in response. "mama said papa is busy.."
"it's true, that's why i am here to tell you about your papa." sanyu looked at suguru hesitantly as he proceeded to ask a question.
"hmm.. is my papa good?" sanyu asked as suguru looked at you.
"he is. and he loves your mama so much."
"then why is he always busy?"
"sanyu." you called him, indicating to not asked those type of questions as he frowned.
and so sanyu asked a lot of things about his papa like what's his favorite color, favorite food, what he hates the most and many more, and you were thankful that suguru was there to answer it all when you couldn't.
-
"thank you, geto. i somehow feel at ease now."
"why don't you tell satoru about this?" suguru said as you started to zone out. should you? or should you not?
part of you believes that satoru has the right to know but part of you doubts it. satoru have a family now, a family without you. how would people think if they found out the owner of the famous company has a son from another woman?
you were once married to satoru, it was a mistake to let him take responsibility of his ex' pregnancy but, she was already at her 4 months of pregnancy while you're on your 12 weeks, she's clearly at the advantage.
"i'll try." you said as you embraced yourself for warmth.
"he's free around this time every thursdays." suguru said and you only nodded at his words.
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satoru was on his way to his office and he thought he caught a glimpse of you and, he wasn't wrong, it was really you.
"(name)?" you were startled at the voice as you placed your phone behind you.
"gojo–"
"i hate it when you call me that. call me satoru." he said, frowning at you as you laughed nervously. "you look tired. what's–"
get straight to the point.
"are you busy?" you asked, cutting him off.
"well.." he placed his palm on his nape as he looked behind your shoulders.
"dad!" a voice called as a kid you haven't saw appeared beside him. "what's taking you so long? mom's waiting."
"i'm sorry (name)."
"no, it's fine." you said, smiling at him and satoru knew better than anyone that your smile was forced.
"who's she, dad?" the kid asked. this must be satoru's child.
"an old friend, sanyu." satoru said as he looked at you and he wonders what made you look surprised. "go ahead first, i'll follow after you." he said as his son started to walk away.
"sanyu, huh?" you said as you looked behind his son's retreating figure.
"yeah. sorry about that." satoru said.
"why?"
"i don't know. but it was supposed to be our son's name."
"that's all in the past now." you didn't mean to sound harsh and it hurts.
"right."
"i'll take my leave then." you said, every step you take makes your heart ache as an apology for you son slipped out of your mind.
"(name)." he called once again as you stopped in your tracks but you didn't face him.
"you were right when you said i'll thank you someday." he mumbled and you knew very well that he was smiling as you gulped the lump in your throat. "so thank you. i am the happiest father, ever. even if–" he paused and you didn't respond. it was like he was rubbing a salt in your wound as you heard him sigh. "see you then." he said as you felt his hand on your shoulder for a moment before his footsteps disappeared, and then you took your leave after, going back to your son, who was waiting for your arrival.
but, why was this happening to you? of all people?
"hold onto mama's hand, mhm?"
"mama, sorry."
"mama's sorry too, i promised that you'll see papa but–" sanyu shake his head, something like disagreeing to your apologies.
"it's okay, mama." sanyu mumbled, the sound of the monitor beeping slowing down as you hold onto his hand tight. this happened before already, he will get back to normal soon, you were sure.
"mama loves sanyu, papa too. always remember that, okay?"
-
"hey (name)!" suguru called from the distance as he approached you. "what are you doing outside? oh by the way, i was wondering if i can bring shoko too? she would be delighted to see a carbon copy of satoru." suguru chuckled but he noticed that you were quiet, your hand was between your thighs as you stare at the ground.
the door opening caught your attention as the doctor came out after what it seemed like a year as he slowly shake his head left to right.
"i'm sorry ms. (name) but your son didn't make it."
"but you said he'll be fine! i am paying enough why couldn't you–!"
"i'm very sorry. we already did what we can." you were about to start an argument when you felt a hand on your shoulders and the doctor bowed at you before leaving.
and it all came crashing down as your body lost its strength, unintentionally leaning on someone, which was suguru.
"what am i supposed to do now?" you asked, the emotions you've been keeping all this time was starting to go out, all at once. "sanyu's all i have." you didn't even care if people watch as they walk pass by. "what should i do now, satoru?" you mumbled, voice breaking as you call the name of the person that wasn't even around.
-
"my condolences, (name)." suguru had managed to calm you down as he handed you a bottled water and sat beside you.
"i've decided to cremate sanyu. it hurts but it'll be for the best so.. so i could keep him near me." you said.
"i'll support your decision but i think you should tell satoru about it."
"no." you said, your tone was strict but it was quick to dissipate as you clutched the bottle in your hand. "i went to his workplace yesterday."
"what happened?" suguru asked.
"his son's name is sanyu too. i'm guessing you know it?" you asked as breath hitched silenty.
"yeah." he mumbled.
"well, it was the name he wanted when we were still planning." you mumbled as you smiled at the memory. "geto, i trust you not to tell anyone about this. it's just you and me who know this, okay?"
"i'm sorry but–" suguru paused. "i told shoko about it." you were surprised at first as you sighed at him.
"it's fine. i trust shoko too."
"yeah, sorry about that but– i was really hoping that you tell satoru about it because–"
"there's no need. thank you for telling my child everything he wanted to know, geto. i owe you."
"listen–"
"geto, as much as i am thankful for you, please understand that i don't want to hear things regarding satoru anymore." you said as suguru nods in response, feeling bad for pushing you when your still mourning for your lost and now that you had lost your only strength to continue living, what should you do now?
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Human Shield - F1 Grid
Request from @kissjde - omg that one vid of the girl using carlos as a shield kinda for when they were spraying champagne🫠 can u like somehow make a fic of that??
I think you wanted a Carlos fic, but I kind of have an idea for an F1 grid fic that I think would be perfect for this. So...sorry if you hate it 🥴
Red Bull driver!reader
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Y/n swallows as she gets into the Red Bull cockpit.
She's been in the car for testing but in Bahrain but they'd altered things for the first race weekend based on data and feedback thanks to testing.
Taking it out on the track for a proper race weekend is scary.
Helmut took a risk with y/n. He insisted she could handle the mature team after test driving some FP1 sessions last season. But now it's the real thing.
Now she's in the Red Bull and going out on track to really prove herself.
"You got this, love." Her mechanic, Eric smiles patting the top of her helmet before helping strap her in. "Remember, just have fun. You're here living the dream."
"You think?" She jokes but the nerves spiking in her voice just earns her a sympathetic look.
Suddenly when she is face with another helmet leaning into her cockpit.
Max has been weirdly protective over y/n, she's faced a lot of backlash almost similar to his. But hers is very much gender targeted just as much as a question of her experience. But he's been incredibly protective and he always tries to make sure that she's not letting her nerves get the better of her.
"I wanted to come say. I want to see you smiling out there and I'll be able to tell." Max states patting her bicep which makes her smile and nod at him.
Max pats her helmet before heading over this own car.
"Radio check, bubs." Her race engineer, Rocky (yes, THE Rocky) states into her radio. Using a nickname he'd given her since she'd came into the Red Bull juniors programme.
He was in charge of mentoring and guiding a lot of juniors and with the promotion of her into F1 and directly into the Red Bull team. They wanted her to have someone she was familiar with on her radio just to at least give her that comfort and Rocky knows how she works better than anyone else.
"Radio check, loud and clear." Y/n replies swallowing to herself.
When she gets out on track she's acutely aware that cameras are very much keeping an eye on her.
"We're just getting a feel of the track, trying out engine set ups remember. No pressure you just trust your feel." Rocky states into her ears as she gets out the pit line.
"And there is y/n y/l/n." Crofty states as the cameras very much do immediately change to watch her. "The world watched her closely in testing. She didn't make any mistakes that we didn't at least see from Max. Now she's out on track."
"She is. I'm quite looking forward to seeing y/n show us what she's capable of. Of course, Red Bull has been quite...kind to her with bringing her in. They've brought in Rocky who worked with Seb but had moved to work more with the junior Red Bull drivers. He's on her radio, they've been very defensive of anyone who has tried to declare her unfit for the seat." Martin explains then sighing. "Now we just need to see what y/n's got and she's got to just put it out on the track."
FP1 ends with her in getting the 4th fastest time. But FP1 doesn't equate to a whole weekend of top 5 performances.
"Hey, bubs." Rocky smiles as she climbs out the car and walks up to him. "Ready for data?"
"Ready." Y/n nods with a small smile.
-
Y/n actually feels comfortable getting into the car for FP2.
Which is where she makes her first error. Because she should've known being confident in the car would lead to disaster.
There's almost some racing going on and that's when she becomes a victim as she tries to keep out the way of approaching cars. George and Lewis are apparently racing? (idc if people hate me I love making George and Lewis enemies, they basically are irl 🤣)
George gives Lewis a puncture and he smashes into the side of y/n. Actually it hurts more than she was expected when people had warned her of the pain of a crash. His car t-boning her ends up pushing her into the wall too. It's only good she wasn't going fast and he'd somewhat slowed down.
"Y/n? Are you ok?" Rocky's voices asks on the radio.
"Yeah, fuck! What the fuck were they doing?" Y/n questions then sighing.
"Car is safe. P0 then you can get out when you're ready." Rocky sighs making her huff before she quickly detached and unplugs everything, climbing out the car and putting the steering wheel back before walking around to look at the damage.
Her whole engine is exposed and the sided is destroyed.
Fantastic.
George and Lewis seem to be bickering and in her own rage she jumps the wall to safety only briefly exchanging words with the marshalls before climbing on the closest moped and getting back to the paddock.
"That is not a happy woman. George and Lewis don't seem very happy but I can imagine Red Bull are speaking to race control about their actions. Very very silly to be racing each other like that and causing a crash with another team as a victim to it." Martin comments shaking his head.
"Do you think a penalty will be coming their way."
"Red Bull will certainly fight for it. That's their rookie and she sounded very upset. I'm sure Lewis and George will be called to the stewards."
"I think apologies will be owed."
Y/n gets herself weighed but her anger has the better of her and her trainer, Wyatt decides to get her to her drivers room to cool off before there's a debrief.
"It's not your fault." Wyatt states while she tries not to cry.
She hates when she cries because she's angry. But it happens.
"Hey. Come on. It is not your fault, you got out the way and got t-boned by two teammates being idiots." Wyatt sighs moving to hug her.
"It's a joke." Y/n sniffles then sighing. "I should go speak to the rest of the team."
"Ok. Let's go."
Y/n gets to the garage, half an hour still left as she walks across to the pit wall.
"Hey, you ok?" Rocky asks making her tick her jaw to restrain ranting about it. "It's fine. We'll get the car fix and we'll make sure you're nowhere near them tomorrow at any point."
"It's still not great is it?" Y/n huffs shaking her head.
"They're being spoken to by the stewards and it looks like Toto will be having words." Rocky reassures her while she sighs and nods a little.
-
FP3 is clean and qualifying sees y/n take P5.
"You did it." Max smiles picking her up in a hug as they all walk towards media.
"Yeah, rookie of the year in the bag already." Lando comments making her smile at him. "No Mercedes smashing into you. Did it not hurt? Lewis really t-boned you."
"Yeah, but I think I was too annoyed to actually car...they were acting like dicks. I'm glad they got penalised for it." Y/n sighs still not exactly having forgiven the Brits in their interterm idiocy towards each other.
The three divide, each with a comms team member who leads them to their given interviews.
"Y/n, a much cleaner Saturday than Friday." The interviewer states as y/n stands in the media pit. "How are you feeling? Especially after quite a nasty hit."
"Significantly better day. I feel fine, maybe some very little aches but nothing major." Y/n smiles with a nod. "P5 not bad for a first qualifying. And I only plan to move up from there for the rest of the races."
"I love the optimism and confidence. I know I speak for so many people that we are rooting for you."
"Thank you." Y/n laughs then moving forward and hugging the interviewer. "Really, thank you."
-
The driver's parade saw all oft he drivers surrounding y/n like she's just the most popular person. Pulling her away for an interview with Laura actually saw Max have to be forced to stop hugging her with Lando and Carlos pulling her teammates arms from around her.
That quickly created rumours online of them dating.
But Max is definitely more like a friend who almost acts like a brother.
"You got this. We believe in you." Carlos states as she grins at him, blowing him and Lando a kiss as they walk to their cars after the anthem.
Y/n gets her helmet and hans device on while Wyatt smiles at her looking like he's beaming with pride, just seeing her go into her first race.
"Alright, feel good?" Wyatt asks making her nod. "Go on then, time to go show the world they're fucking morons."
"I will." Y/n grins fist bumping him before she moves climbing into the cockpit.
They get her strapped in and suddenly she's on her own.
"Radio check bubs." Rocky calls into her ears.
"Radio check." Y/n calls back before he tells her all the tyre choices of the other drivers.
"Formation lap. Then let's go racing."
"Thank you, Rocky."
The formation lap feels as if it goes in the blink of an eye and she's back on the grid, waiting for everyone to finish getting into their grid slots.
"Everyone on grid." Rocky states making her get the ready, watching the lights.
Lights out and while she tries not to dwell on it, her start was as good as she felt it could've been. Now she just needs to stay out of trouble.
Primarily away from anyone who wants to use their teammate as a means of smashing into her.
Driving around Bahrain and pushing, listening to every single thing Rocky says and making sure she speaks back. She doesn't want to know who is in front or who is behind unless they're a threat or an opportunity.
"Y/n is...storming. You'd really think she may be using some of that residue upset from Friday in today. She definitely wasn't afraid to tell people that she was unhappy with both Mercedes drivers and felt their penalties were deserved. Lewis even said she'd unapologetically told him and George both that she wasn't impressed and they had grovelling to do." Martin states making Crofty chuckle.
"I think they might be wise to grovel. She seems like someone you'd want to stay on the good side of." Crofty admits while Martin hums in agreement.
The race continues, and she keeps going not even thinking as she does everything she can to just...make progress. Clean pitstops help and she's just relieved that they have done what they needed to do.
"Last lap, bubs. You got this. Push and go for fast lap if you want, no risk." Rocky states and actually she's surprised to hear they're in the last lap. Has it really been that long?
She's sort of had tunnel vision, her mind had number out the idea of anything else but the track in front or behind her.
Y/n gets herself around the track pushing as hard as possible.
"P3! P3! Fastest lap. Driver of the day and a podium!" Rocky exclaims as she hears cheers in the background with her name being chanted.
"Holy shit. Holy shit. Fucking hell." Y/n exclaims laughing as she waves out the cockpit. "This is insane. Holy fuck. Max P1?"
"Max P1. Carlos P2. Behind you, Charles and Lando then Oscar."
"Oh my fuck-fuck! Rocky!"
"You just get back here bubs. I'll be waiting for you."
Y/n actually maybes goes a bit fast for her in lap. But when she pulls up knocking the P3 sigh. Max and Carlos are always there. She doesn't even properly get out before Max has rushes to her tosses her around in a hug before she is placed down, running to the team who are admittedly more excited for her than they were to see Max take the win.
"Now that is a beautiful sight. The celebrations of a drivers first podium, her first ever race a rookie. I think we've got a lot more to see from y/n and actually I'd say Max may need to worry that y/n's about to threat to him. It might be early to say this, but y/n might be his first teammate since Daniel who may pose a real challenge." Crofty states over the broadcast while they watch y/n get weighed, finally released from the clutches of her team.
Though almost every other driver appears moving to want to congratulate her.
"Good for both of them and he seems to love y/n already. They have really got a bond that we see between the best of teammates." Martin states since Max has had some great teammates but y/n could be the best of them.
Y/n and the boys get up tot he cool down room where Carlos also picks her up hugging her tightly and spinning her around.
"You are amazing, y/n." Carlos grins then placing her down. "We will give you the best podium."
Y/n laughs as Max begins yapping about some of the footage which is being shown.
Eventually they're out on the podium, y/n first, then Carlos and then Max.
Trophies are present and Max gets his medal and that's when it dawns on y/n that Max seems to be about to dump his whole bottle on her.
"No!" Y/n laughs only just managing to not drop her bottle as she tries to run around Max and use Carlos as a human shield which almost works.
If Carlos didn't tip his entire bottle over his head behind him to perfectly pour onto her.
"Ahhh, no! Carlos, you traitor." Y/n squeals jumping back leaving her in the line of fire from Max who showers her in champagne.
"Enjoy it!" Max exclaims making her grin but she returns the gesture as Carlos sprays the champagne onto Max then turns finishing spraying what little is left onto y/n as she showers him too.
"Alright. Alright. We need to get off." Y/n laughs moving to the podium and picking up her trophy as she poses with the boys. "God, I think you've blinded me. My eyes sting."
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"We watched y/n take a rookie, maiden podium and Red Bull have not stopped their cheering. After the podium and debrief, they did their team photo. Of course and she tried to use Max as a human shield to not be soaked to the skin in Red Bull. That failed in the same way that her podium shielding using Carlos failed. I think last time I saw her, she was trudging very carefully through the paddock looking quite sticky." Ted chuckles as he does his notebook post-race.
"You talking about me?" Y/n exclaims with a smile, appearing cleaned thanks to a quick shower in her drivers room.
Max is walking alongside her with Wyatt and Rupert walking with both the drivers.
"I am. Any very quick comments?" Ted smiles as she nears him.
"Uhh...Red Bull is very hard to wash out your hair. I don't recommend having it poured over your head in gallons." Y/n laughs then fist-bumping Ted. "You have a good night, Ted."
"You have a very good night. I know there's whispers of celebrations for both of you. Enjoy that guys."
"We will!"
Max laughs shaking his head at his teammate who grins walking alongside him.
"Next podium, I am terrorising you with champagne by the way and since you didn't protect me. I'm tackling you when the Red Bull comes out to be sprayed everywhere."
"You shouldn't have told me. I'll just use you as the human shield." Max grins while she nudges him and shakes her head.
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harleehazbinfics · 3 days
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Cannibal Overlord!Reader [Cannibal Chef!Reader Spin-off!]
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a/n: I've seen a few fics about reader owning Alastor's soul, so I'm gonna put my own spin on it in Cannibal Chef. >:]
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"Madam, the table is ready."
"Oh, thank you Alastor!" You groan, leaning against your chair clutching your aching head.
"These demons can't do anything right!" you roared slamming your fist down on the table sending papers flying, which Alastor calmly collected and places back on the table.
He smiles and waits for you to stand. On your own two feet, you latch onto him and whined, "You won't leave me won't you, Alastor? I'd hate for my most important and capable person to leave!"
"I wouldn't dare think of it, Madam," he replies as he covers your hand with his as he guides you to the dinner table, where several plates of food you loved was presented so fancily. You gushed at the food, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before sitting down and tasting a few pieces of everything.
Alastor recovers from your affectionate gesture and pushes your chair in and drapes a napkin over you to not soil your clothes that he meticulously picked.
This was (Y/n), one of the most powerful overlords who reigned over Pentagram City. She controls quite a number of souls from decades of ruling. They say she manifested in hell, seemingly overnight, toppling overlords who were once held an iron grip over the denizens of hell. Tall tales were spread about your fearsome power and your signature cleaver. After establishing your position, you opened a meat shop and restaurant. Cannibal and non-cannibal options of course. You were crazy, but you had class, okay?
Many are frightened at just the thought of you alone, some sinners say that all demons that crossed you would end up on their plate. To set a clear stance what would happen if they dared question her power.
"Oh, Calastor! Good morning, my love! Did you have a good nap?" you ask picking up the red cat who gave you kitten licks on your face.
However, all Alastor could see was a very cheerful and clumsy woman. He recalls the first time he met you. He was roaming and analyzing where he was and how the power was at play arriving here shortly in hell. Unexpectedly, he got caught in a crossfire between you and large dinosaur like demon. When he saw you transform into your larger demon form, he was mesmerized at such power. You didn't hesitate for a second to go for the kill.
After capturing the dinosaur demon and keeping him in your inventory to make a meal out of later. He failed to dodge the hand that grabbed him and pulled him closer to your face.
"And who might you be?" you asked sultrily with a dissonant voice that overlapped with each other making him gulp at the wonders it was doing for his body to react a certain way towards the sound.
"Alastor, Madam. Pleasure to be meeting you!" he replies with his usual transatlantic tone, keeping composure despite seconds away from being crushed in your hand.
You smile and replied, "You're polite, how cute. You wouldn't mind if I keep you right?"
Without even a chance to reply, you return to your castle where you changed him into a butler uniform and bombarded him with your troubles and how you were so lonely that no one wanted to be friends with you. So, when you saw him ogling you, you couldn't help but keep him to yourself. You couldn't bear the thought of someone else picking him up other than you.
Alastor, in all his years, didn't once try to escape despite his situation. Sure, it was peculiar and sudden, but he never once felt uncomfortable in his setting. On the contrary, he felt very much at home with you, and even accepting your affectionate gestures.
A few pecks on the lips, cheek and neck wasn't disgusting when it was from you. He enjoyed your warm hugs where you'd eventually fall asleep on him and have him take you to your room. Only for you to pout and pull him on the bed with you and sleep with him.
He just couldn't say no to you. After all. He did love you. He was yours, as you were his.
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yelenasdiary · 2 days
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If you weren’t planing on writing it (and as your request are still open I’m going to take advantage of that sorry) can you write your idea of reader being Peggy and dottie daughter and dating Nat but mostly dottie gets overprotective?
Meet The Carters
Pairing: Peggy Carter x Daughter! Reader, Dottie Underwood x Daughter! Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader || High School AU.
Summary: When your mother, Peggy, discovers you have a girlfriend, she asks you to bring her to dinner. When your other mother, Dottie, lays eyes on the girl you've been dating, things take a turn.
Angst, Fluff
Warnings: Mentions of Red Room, Overprotective Parent?? Slight Mention of Child Abuse (reader being abandoned and malnourished), Nat is 17, Reader is 16 | K
AC: I finally got around to writing this! At first, I was writing it as a drabble but I got carried away and now it’s a full fic lmao! I hope you enjoy! x
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You were unpacking your study books from your backpack when your mother knocked on the door, chewing on an apple slice, she smiled softly at you. 
"Who was that you were hugging just now?" She asked in her thick British accent as she leaned against the door frame. Your cheeks felt warm as you turned to face your mother. "Just a friend" you replied. 
You've been dating Natasha for a few months now, it was still rather new and not a lot people knew, just a few friends. Natasha is a year older than you and you weren't too sure how your mothers would react to the small age gap or how they would react to you dating in general. 
"Oh, come on sweetie, I know a friendly hug when I see one and that wasn't one" you Peggy tease as she took a seat at the end of your bed and watched as you set your homework on your desk ready to tackle after an afternoon snack. 
"Were you spying on me?" You asked with a cocked brow. Your mother chuckled, "I'm afraid that noticing things is a huge part of my job that now just comes naturally outside of work. So, come on, who is she?" 
You couldn't help the growing smile that took over your face, you took a seat next to your mother. She was always the one you got along with a little better. You loved Dottie but sometimes you felt she was a little harder to connect with than Peggy. "Her name is Natasha" you answered, blushing more than you wanted to show. 
"Natasha" Peggy repeated, "How about you invite her to dinner tonight, we'll have pizza and a movie. I want to meet this girl who's making you turn redder than tomato" she added. Playfully, you rolled your eyes but agreed to ask her. 
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When Dottie came home from work, she hugged you tightly as if it would be the last time she would hug you but you didn't think too much of it and asked how her day was. 
"It was, well, work. How was your day?" she replied. She never spoke about her job or what she did. In fact, you never knew what she did for a living, you once asked when you were around six years old, and she told you she as like mommy and helps take the bad guys off the streets, but her job was super-secret and only mommy knew about it. You never asked her about it again after that.
You were only a year old when Peggy found you abandoned in a dark alley way. She took you to the hospital and called child services, she stayed by your side the entire time you were in the hospital. You were malnourished and very underweight for a baby of your age. When the time came for you to be released from hospital and into the care of child services, Peggy couldn't bare somebody else taking care of you and that's how Peggy became your mother. You were two years old when Dottie and Peggy got married and now you have two mothers. 
"Oh you know, school is, well, school" you replied to tease.
"Very funny" Dottie cocked a brow, "why has mom got the dinner table set?" She asked when she noticed the table was set for four instead of three. You sat down on the sofa and picked up the television remote before working up the nerve to tell her who was coming over. "Uhm, well, my girlfriend is joining us for dinner tonight, it was mom's idea" you replied quickly turning the TV on. 
"Girlfriend? Since when?" Dottie frowned. You chewed your bottom lip, "Since four months ago" you kept your eyes on the TV only to be saved by Peggy just before Dottie could ask anymore questions. 
"Honey, your home!" She smiled, placing a kiss on her wife's lips. 
"Who is this girlfriend that is coming over?" Dottie asked before Peggy dragged her into the kitchen. You couldn't hear much but little whispers here and there. You knew that Peggy was telling Dottie not to overreact and that there would be a time when you would bring somebody home to meet them. 
You tried to listen more but a knock at the door made your stomach flutter with nerves as you got up to answer it. Natasha smiled softly in her leather jacket, jeans, and black tee. "I hope I'm not late" she spoke. You shook your head, "early actually, the pizza hasn't arrived yet" you smiled as you invited her in.
"Just a heads up, Peggy is excited to meet you and Dottie, well, I'm not too sure how she feels. She just found out a moment ago that I had a girlfriend" you rambled. Natasha placed a kiss on your cheek, "it'll be okay" she whispered. 
Your mothers came out of the kitchen, Peggy smiled instantly while Dottie's eyes widened. You didn't want to say anything, but it disappointed you that she wasn't even ready to give Natasha a chance to show how amazing she was. 
"You must be Natasha, it's lovely to meet you" Peggy greeted your girlfriend. 
"Y/n didn't mention you were English" Natasha replied, lying of course. 
"Oh, yes. England born and raised" your mother smiled once more, "this is my wife, Dottie. Don't mind her, she's had long day at work" she added as Dottie stepped forward to shake Nat's hand. She noticed the look of worry on your face and for your sake gave the red head a soft smile, "it's lovely to meet you" Dottie said. 
"Thank you both for having me over tonight, it's a pleasure to meet you both" Natasha replied. 
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You and Natasha sat across from your parents while the four of you chatted and ate pizza, neither one of your mothers were great cooks so you were glad it was take-away night for Natasha's sake. 
"You mentioned you moved to Ohio, where were you before that?" Dottie asked. If looks could kill, Natasha would've been dead the moment your mother laid eyes on her. During the entire dinner you noticed that your mother was very focused on Natasha while Peggy was more laid back and enjoyed your girlfriend's company. 
"I was actually born in Russia and my family moved to Ohio because of my father's work" Natasha replied, keeping strong eye contact with your mother who didn't seem to relax. 
"Well, Y/n didn't mention you were Russian!" Peggy commented with a chuckle as she referenced Natasha's first comment to her earlier in the night. Natasha chuckled, "Russian born and raised, kinda" she replied. Dottie excused herself from the table, using the excuse to use the bathroom but you knew it was just a way for her to leave the room. You followed after her, Peggy taking a deep breath and offered that her and Nat go outside and enjoy some fresh air. 
"What is your problem mom?" You asked, following Dottie into your parent's bedroom. She turned to you and shook her head, "She needs to leave and you're not to see her again. Do you understand me?" she said sternly. You closed the door behind you to prevent Natasha from hearing anything that left your mother's lips. 
"No, I don't understand! You've known her for a few hours, and you haven't even tried to give her a chance!" You snapped. 
"I don't need too; I know this is hard for you to understand but this is for your safety"
"My safety?! Natasha isn't some criminal you and mom need to take off the streets!" You frowned. 
"She's worse that that! She's exactly the type of person I don't want my daughter around!" Dottie snapped; you've never heard this tone from her before. Her eyes were full of worry which took you back, your mother had never looked at you with so much fear before. "What is it mom?" You asked in a calmer tone. Dottie shook her head, "you need to ask her to leave, and you can't see her again, I need you to trust me" she repeated. 
"No, if you want Natasha to leave, you ask her" you replied before leaving the room to join Natasha and Peggy outside. "Everything okay love?" Natasha asked, placing a hand on your hip while she brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "Yeah" you sighed, "can we go get some ice cream or something? I don't want to be here right now" you added. 
"Honey, your mom just needs a little time to get used to that fact you're growing up" Peggy inserted herself. 
"No mom, she didn't even give Natasha a chance and you know it!" You looked over at your mom with tears of frustration filling your eyes. "I think I know what this is about" Natasha replied softly, "let me go talk to her" she added, placing a kiss on your forehead. 
"Don't say another word" Dottie's voice made you turn to the back door where she stood. 
"Dottie!" Peggy snapped, "Leave it alone" she added. Your mother's words made you frown, "no, why can't Nat say anything? What is going on?" You demanded answers. 
"I'm not going to lie to her, Dottie, you might but I won't" Natasha looked at your mother before turning to you, "Your mother and I have the same job, it's not even a job. We don't get paid. We're trained at a place called the Red Ro-"
"Natasha!" Dottie interrupted with a stern tone while her eyes burned into Natasha's. "Can I have a word?" She asked. Natasha nodded and followed your mom into the living room while Peggy did her best to keep you from following them. 
"I hoped this day wouldn't come so soon" your mom started. 
"What do you mean mom? Please, can you just tell me what's going on?" you asked with arms crossed over your chest. Peggy sat down on one of the outdoor chairs on the porch, she patted the seat next to her and you took a seat beside her. "Your mom used to work for an organisation called Red Room. I've been working endlessly to try and find the location of this place but it's almost impossible. They take girls, from the street, pay for them and brainwash them. Your mother was trained to kill people…" Your mother went on to explain. 
Tears streamed down your face by the time Peggy had finished explaining everything to you. Now you know everything and the reason why your mother never told you how work was because she's been trying to stay in the organizations good books to get back to head office to give Peggy the location. Natasha is what they call a widow, she's on a mission and being with you was never part of the plan. 
You went inside, not caring about what Nat and your mother were talking about, you walked by Natasha and hugged your mother tightly. She hugged you back just as tight before you let her free and turned to Nat, "so how about that ice cream?" You asked with a soft smile. Natasha read between the lines and nodded, "do you guys want to come?" You asked looking at both your mothers. 
"You know what, ice cream sounds really good right now" Dottie smiled softly, "Natasha, what do you drive?" She asked. 
"A motorcycle" Nat replied. Dottie looked to Peggy then back to Nat, "How about I drive us" she suggested. 
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mylucayathoughts · 3 days
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Alex on his way back from Paris is one of the most underrated Taylor scenes in Red White and Royal Blue and I think he did such a splendid job there. It's underrated in the sense that, it's not as talked about as his coming out to Henry scene or lake scene or Kensington palace confrontation scene, mostly possibly because it's so short (about 9 seconds). But it's one of my favorites and it owns my heart 🥺♥️. I even talked about it a bit in my little moments series part 1, but not nearly enough.
To me, this scene was incredibly beautifully acted. Taylor poured his heart and soul into it. I believe he discussed it with Matthew extensively and put a lot of thoughts on his approach to it. He knew, the focus would be on his face and he had to portray the many emotions of Alex perfectly and boy did he deliver!
Alex was seen to be so lost in thoughts on the plane, taking in all the new things that had happened, contemplating Henry and their situationship, navigating all the new feelings that were bubbling up within his chest.
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He was thinking about Henry, who had become such a good friend to Alex in such a short amount of time, who listens to him, supports him, reassures him while having his own demons to deal with, his closetedness, unsympathetic grandparent. I'm sure Alex felt heard, connected, loved and at the same time feeling a new sense of responsibility towards Henry, to care for him, to protect him. He was falling so fast in love with Henry. This must have been overwhelming to him in the best possible way. And you can see it in the way he goes from pensive to taking in a deep breath. I love how it shows that he is relaxing and coming to terms with all these new feelings.
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And he tears up a bit at the weight of them, the weight of all the good things, the prospect of something much bigger and more beautiful than a hook up. And he smiles, ever so softly, at how happy and at peace it made him feel.
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I cropped the photo so that his teary eyes can be seen a little better. This 9 second scene is so important and sets the tone for the rest of the movie. Alex was clearly very serious after this about their relationship. His transition from showing just pure Physical want and devouring looks (at the polo match), and then just having a good time with Henry, discovering little things about each other (garden scene and Paris Cafe scene) to Paris hotel scene where they make love for the first time and him pouring his heart out to Henry, and seeing Henry say all the right things, respond in the most loving way, has been done so seamlessly and all of it culminate in this plane scene. And it's so apparent that Alex is grasping and accepting all of that. It's just amazing to see Taylor portray this with just facial expressions (and not through a convo with a friend like it's sometimes done in movies). Such a well scripted and well acted scene, it was so refreshing to watch 🥰
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staryukis · 2 days
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Has roommate gojo and you ever accidentally kissed? Or is it going to be very special? Thinking about him rn
nonnie i am !! so glad you sent this ask !!! i really love first kiss scenarios 🥹🥹❤️ tho i was admittedly struggling a bit with this bc im so torn on how i want it to happen.... for all we've talked about roomie!gojo we haven't quite set up how you both get together, haven't we? (because, surely it wouldn't just be one kiss with you.... the moment he gets so much as a taste he's addicted)
so that being said, im thinking... i kinda wanna go off what you said about it being an accident! for most of the time you both lived together, satoru had a tendency to swallow his feelings and keep them hidden— lest he ruin the dynamic with the person he lives with. it makes sense when he thinks of it like that; he'd rather you have a roof over your head and be in the dark about how he feels for you than to have to worry about moving out and finding a new place to live, all to avoid the ensuing awkwardness that would unfold.
(because, naturally, he's convinced that's how you'll react. for someone who outwardly seems so confident of himself he's never been so unsure about someone's perception of him.)
but i digress!... i can't currently think of a specific scenario that would lead up to your first kiss with him, i'm so indecisive 😣 but it's definitely an accident and way too short-lived for satoru's liking. it's barely even a kiss, more like a little peck— he feels your lips ghost over his for that split second and his brain short circuits. time slows to an immediate stop, he's stuck in this stuffy period between before kissing you and after kissing you. he blinks and his face flushes a crimson red almost immediately, all the blood rushing around his body making him lightheaded. you're the first to react, to pull back. he has to force himself to get a hold of the situation because—
he kissed you. you both kissed. he felt you kiss back for the briefest second.
what you both do next is largely dependent on the scenario/setting... i feel like if it's within the privacy of your own home he's very quick to get it together lol. it's a movie-type moment where he hastily grabs your face and pulls you back in for a real kiss, reacting quickly enough so that the inevitable awkward silence after a barely-there-at-all kiss doesn't wedge you two apart. his lips slide against yours with a fervent passion, breaths coming out short from his nose, his heart hammering in his chest— and everything around you stills. the world holds its breath until you kiss him back.
(you're quick to do so, of course.)
if you're in a setting with other people around— like, a party, or something —he's unfortunately not as quick on his feet. there's this burning you feel in your face the moment you pull back from him but you can't tell if you're flustered because you just barely kissed your roommate or embarrassed that it happened at all, in front of your own friends no less, and satoru gets a little in over his head about that too. he cant decide if he wants to risk trying to kiss you for real because it could potentially make things worse in front of everyone. say, if you ever happened to want to pull away, or felt obligated to kiss him back under the watchful eyes surrounding you two— god, that sounds like a nightmare to him.
(really, he wants you to want this as much as he does.)
so when you clear your throat and mutter out an apology, quickly moving on from it, he has to pretend he doesn't feel this stinging sense of disappointment in his chest. little does he know that the very second you're both alone again, and he tries to stammer out a sad little apology to you— you're the one who hastily pulls him close to you, fisting the collar of his shirt and pulling his face down to your height, however big or small that distance is. you kiss him partly to shut him up from his anxious yapping and also partly because you couldn’t stop thinking about how you didn’t get a good enough feel for his lips earlier, and well— you really wanted to try again this time, for some reason. so you finally properly kiss him and he feels his body react before the information even reached his mind. he's immediately grabbing your waist, kissing you back just as hard— maybe even accidentally crowding you against the wall behind you while he's at it, which surprises the both of you.
he kisses you and you kiss him and neither of you pull apart until your lips are swollen and you need to gasp for air... he chases your lips when you pull back and you huff out a breathless giggle at his eagerness... his thumbs rub along small indents they're leaving on the skin of your love handles... it doesn't matter what he was doing that night prior to this moment because he's drunk right now— purely intoxicated on you.
(you don't quite get together and officially become a couple immediately after that, but as i mentioned, he wants to taste you all the time now. so im thinking maybeeee you both randomly make out on occasion when you're both home and bored but— hey, can you blame him? even when it's been several weeks since you first kissed him and you've both been making out together on the couch for god knows how long tonight, the kiss getting a little heavier than it usually does, and he has to excuse himself to the bathroom for a questionable amount of time when he heard a moan rumble in the back of your throat—)
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AN: My parents walked into my room midway of me making this and asked me what I was doing- 😰 Um... enjoy?
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Shadow Milk Cookie x GN! Reader
Oneshot
Warnings: Suggestive scenes, marking, possessiveness, mild swearing. MINORS, DNI.
-Jealousy, jealousy-
You had been talking to someone new at the theater. They were naturally charming, and you couldn't help but laugh at their jokes, and smile at how they spoke.
Little did you know, someone else had been watching the entire time.
He was obviously in love with you, but for some reason, you didn't notice.
Those hungry eyes should be obvious to anybody, though.
A certain blue jester, gazing and silently hating from afar.
He knew he could make you laugh so much harder, smile so much wider... Make you feel so much better.
Surely you hadn't forgotten about him.. right?
If you did... he would just have to remind you.
You were finished talking to that person soon enough, and Shadow Milk took this as the perfect opportunity to reunite with you!
"Hello doll. Been having fun without me?" He had that normal smile on his face, like he always did. To any normal person, it would look like nothing was amiss...
But something was very wrong.. The fact that you were talking and smiling with somebody else. And the way he looked at you with those eyes- Shadow Milk Cookie absolutely despised it.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that." You would just smile awkwardly.
"Say... who exactly was he?" Shadow Milk would ask while taking your hand. He just started walking somewhere with you.
"Oh, just a guy I met today. He's pretty funny," you explained.
Shadow Milk nodded his head before quickly shoving both of you into a janitor closet.
"Ack, what are you-" Shadow Milk Cookie put a finger infront of your lips, promptly sushing you. His old smile was replaced with a more sinister and stern look.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" He would take both of your hands and pin them above your head, and you could feel his breath on your neck as he moved closer to it.
"What is this for..?" You'd ask him, breath hitching as he sent butterfly kisses along the side of your neck.
"Doll, you're so oblivious that it hurts."
You could feel him begin to nip at the skin on your neck.
"You seriously didn't notice how he was looking at you?"
You would let out some quiet mewls before responding.
"I guess not-"
He bit down hard on your neck, to which you immediately whined at.
"Doll, you have to be quiet. I know you can take it~ And besides, you wouldn't want someone to hear us, right?" He would ask teasingly. You knew he had that shit-eating grin on his face.
You would shake your head and try your best to stay quiet.
"Struggling, are we? I don't see why. I've been much rougher with you before..."
He would continue sucking and biting at your neck, leaving you no time to rest.
"I guess it's entertaining though."
He moved his other free hand to slowly trail down your side, only stopping to be placed firmly around your waist. He pulled your bodies closer together, yet to him, it was never quiet close enough.
At this point, you were practically melted under his touch, and your legs were trembling.
He had told you time and time again to not be so loud... but it really couldn't be helped.
Purple and red bite marks were dotted all over you neck. There was no hiding all of them..
Shadow Milk would take his knee and nudge between your legs slightly.
"Dove, why don't we take this to the bedroom?
Fin ☆
Uh, if you guys want more, just request- 👀
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Hi Alexa! I've been obsessed with this idea but haven't seen enough of it going around on Tumblr especially for the one piece crowd.
So can I have a borrower!reader getting caught by the red hair pirates?
Reader is borrowing and on there way back to the walls they get caught by Shanks and Benn. Reader is scared of the two as Shanks gathers the rest of the crew to discuss the "mouse issue" It's up to you how it ends whether they drop Reader off at the next island or let them stay with them on the ship
As always remember to take care of yourself before accepting any requests, you come first ♡
Pest Problems ( Benn Beckmann x mouse!Reader x Shanks)
A/N okay I just noticed that you wrote that they were scared but I din’t really have them be afraid more like feisty im sorry if this was not what you were looking for but I think I COOKED but thank you so much for requesting I had so much fun with this one!
Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese
Dividers by @/saradika
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“Man, these guys sure are loaded,” Dokucha mutters, looking through the supplies of their latest target, trying to decide on what they would take
“Maybe I should go for gold this time… I did make quite a food haul last time,” they said, flickering one of the golden coins they had found up in the air
“Gold it is!” They said, bending down and looking through the treasure
They stop rummaging when they feel cold metal making contact with their head, their ears flickering around once they hear the ominous sound of a gun being loaded, the smell of cigarettes filling the room
They slowly raise their hands at the silent threat
“Hands up and no sudden movements, understand?"
The figure stood firm, staring down at them; they were very tall with a muscular upper body that seemed to have almost doubled in size compared to their current form.
His hands were gripping tight around the barrel of his gun as he prepared it at the slightest motion.
“Knew our resources were running out too fast.”
“Hey… I'm sure this is just a big misunderstanding.”
"Misunderstanding?
I just saw you rummaging around our storeroom, and the supplies seem to have decreased drastically. How can it be a misunderstanding?" He said narrowing his eyes and blowing a thin wisp of smoke leaving his lips.
“Well, when you put it like that, it makes me sound like a bad guy here.”
He rolls his eyes at you before speaking again.
"I mean, isn't that exactly what you are right now? Stealing from our storage room."
He sighs slightly, and his grip on the gun seems to loosen slightly; however, he was still keeping the gun aimed at you.
“Turn around.”
They sighed, following his command and slowly turning around. Keeping their hands up
He begins to rummage through your pockets and belongings. Pulling out all of the coins and supplies that you had found and taken in the storage room.
“Gee, is that how you treat everyone you just met?”
He puts his hands in his pocket and lets out a chuckle.
“Haha, no.. just thieves.”
Finally, after he had taken everything, he turned you around to face him again.
The gun was still aimed at you, but his body language had drastically changed as he lowered his hands.
“You have balls for coming to a crew’s ship and simply stealing from them.”
He looks you up and down before speaking again
Dokusha narrow their eyes at him until a smile grows on their face
They quickly shift into their mouse form and scurry past the First mate
Shifting back to their human form as they reach the door
“Toodles! No hard feelings, just living life!” They laugh, running out the door only to be stopped by a sword blocking their way out of the storage room
“Woah there, sorry, but I'm going to have to stop you right there,” A red-haired pirate says with a small smile as they block their escape
“Come on!”
“No, you can’t just steal from the supplies and then make a run for it” he says blocking your way out while still keeping that light smile.
“Now if you could follow me that would be much appreciated”
They grumble, brushing off his approach with a flick of their tail and a small mutter of ‘I can walk on my own,’ leaving their lips
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“Is this really necessary?” They said, pulling at the rope now keeping them tied to one of the masts next to the stirring wheel of the ship, within eyesight of both the Captain and First mate
Shanks just gives the mouse-hybrid another small smile
“Sorry, lil Mix, it’s been three times you have said you will stay still and three times you have tried to run off; we just need you to stay still till we figure out what we’re going to do.”
“We are in the middle of the sea; where would I possibly go?”
“Haha, I know, but I can never be sure. I don't want you turning into a mouse and scurrying off somewhere. That's why I've tied you up properly this time."
“Ugh”
“Are they real?” the Crew’s doctor, who had been called along with the rest of the officers to discuss their latest infestation, said, rubbing one of their mouse ears
“How rude! Of course, they are real; what kind of question is that!” They said, slapping Hongo’s hand away
Hongo looks offended as his hands are slapped away.
Yassop snickers at this
“Hey, boss, can we keep them?”
“The hell do you mean to keep me? Come over here, and I‘ll show you something about ‘keeping me!”They said, pulling at the ropes trying to lunge at the sniper
“Woah there!” He says with a laugh backing up away from their range
“Now, Now my men are just joking; we won’t keep you here if you don’t want to; the ropes are there because although I don’t mind you running around, I also can’t have you stealing supplies and stirring trouble.”
“What a gentleman.”
He chuckles at you again, not seeming to mind your sarcasm or attitude.
“Listen, we don’t mean any harm; no one here does, but we also can’t have you just take away our supplies.”
“Okay, I get it. I won’t run away so can you please take them off?”
“Said that last time,” sighs Beckmann
“Okay, I mean it this time, though!”
Benn glances at his captain, getting up and approaching the uninvited visitor when the latter gives him a confirmation gesture. He easily cuts through the ropes, holding them still and backing down, waiting to see their next action
They rub at their hand, glancing up at them
“Are you going to let me go?”
“Where will you go?”
“Fail to see how that is any of your concern.”
“We have a few days till we reach land, so until then you are stuck on this ship, so I think it is my concern,” Shank says, shaking his head
“Regardless, since you decided to board the ship, then you are also expected to help around here,” Beckmann says, glancing at them
“What if I don’t.”
“Then we have to assume you are here for malicious intentions and deal with you accordingly,” Benn states, simply wiggling the rope that he had removed from them a few minutes ago
They grimace at the thought of staying in the same mast for days. These people did not seem the type to starve them or let them suffer from the elements, but the thought of having to spend days with one hand tied to a mast, unable to leave and under the vigilant eye of the captain and Vice-captain did not sound fun by any means
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Im sorry I think I really lacked with the interactions of the other pirates I kinda wanted to center on shanks and beckmann for this one
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A while ago, I commissioned the wonderful and talented @nae812 to draw a scene from my YOI novelisation Can You Hear My Heartbeat. The scene is part of the Tanabata* chapter, set during the summer of mutual pining, and I'm very proud to share the absolutely gorgeous result with you:
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Posted with permission from the artist because commission conditions and stuff. Do not repost.
They fell silent, watching the stars. But Yuuri’s heart refused to be still.
“O-hoshi-sama,” Viktor murmured, gazing at the sky. “I get it now. How can you look at the universe spinning in the sky and simply call them hoshi?”
Yuuri smiled. “Yeah. The stars are that majestic.”
“I like it. This is the most beautiful night of my life so far, Yuuri. Not even the White Nights can compare to this.”
The warm, reverent nuance in his voice made Yuuri tremble. This night, this place—it created a closeness he had never felt before with Viktor. As if a bridge had emerged from the sea of stars between them.
“Um, Viktor. There’s something you should know.”
“Huh?”
“There’s an even larger Tanabata festival held in Fukuoka.” The words welled out of Yuuri, encouraged by the darkness engulfing them and because they were not facing each other. “It’s because they have a huge Tanabata shrine there. I… I didn’t suggest it because you wanted to see the fireworks, but we wouldn’t have been able to stay that late because we’d need to catch the last train back. And I didn’t want to take the van because I wasn’t sure if I’d want to drink and I also don’t like to drive at night.” And because it would have been a date then. “My apologies.”
“No, Yuuri,” Viktor said softly. “I’m glad we stayed here. Fukuoka is likely overcrowded tonight and I don’t want to do that to Makkachin. Besides, here we have a better view of the stars because of less—how did you call it?”
“Light pollution.”
“Right.” Viktor’s voice was warm in the night as if he was smiling. “Thanks for introducing me to this festival, Yuuri.”
Yuuri thought back to the wish he had written on the red tanzaku. I wish that I’ll figure out my feelings for Viktor. I wish it to be love.
“I’m glad we came here, too.”
A reddish shine illuminated the lookout, followed by a cracking noise that ruptured the silence. “The fireworks have started!” Yuuri said. “Let’s watch!”
They hurried to a spot where the trees parted. Orange sparks rose into the sky and blossomed into colourful stars, illuminating rooftops and the people cramming on the beach and along the bridges, glittering on the bay. A sudden giddiness rose in Yuuri.
“When I was younger, I often imagined what it would be like to celebrate Tanabata with you,” he said. Each year, he had written a wish for it and hung it on a tree. “I didn’t ask you because I didn’t know how to do it without things taking a weird turn.”
“Really?” Viktor’s voice was hushed with an undercurrent of excitement.
Yuuri nodded. “The last weeks were very nice. I would have hated to ruin that.”
A hand touched Yuuri’s shoulder, stirring a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. “I enjoy our time together very much, too.”
“Yeah,” Yuuri said. His heart fluttered.  
They fell silent, watching the colourful sparks blossoming above the town, mirrored on the silent river. The hand remained on his shoulder and Yuuri found he liked it being there.
“Yuuri?”
“Hum?”
“Will you tell me what you wished for?”
“No, Viktor.”
“I’ll tell you what I wished for in return.”
“It won’t come true when you say it aloud.”
“But if a wish isn’t voiced no one will know and they won’t do anything about it.”
“The gods will.”
If I were already sure of my feelings, this would have been the perfect date, Yuuri mused.
“Will you tell me your wish when it comes true?”
You will know when it comes true, Yuuri thought, struggling to tame the tempest of emotions raging within his heart. “Yes,” he said, leaning his head against Viktor’s shoulder. “I will.”
-- Chapter 17: So close and yet a universe apart
*On Tanabata or the Star Festival:
According to a legend, Princess Orihime fell in love with a cow herd named Hikoboshi, and their love was so great that both neglected their duties whereopun Orihime's father, the Emperor, banished the pair to the heavens with the Milky Way separating them. Orihime became the star Vega and Hikoboshi became the star Altair. Only once a year, in the seventh night of the seventh month, they can meet--but only if the skies are clear.
Tanabata (七夕) is celebrated in July, but in some regions, it's celebrated in August (depending on whether the Gregorian calendar or the lunar calendar is used). The stars Vega and Altair are visible in Japan from July to September. There's a couple of customs surrounding the festival, one of them is to write your wishes on paper strips and hang them on a bamboo tree. These trees are set afloat or burnt during the night. Tanabata is a very popular festival in Japan and often referred to as the most romantic night of the year. However, since in most regions, the rainy season lasts until August, the chances for clear skies are 30% on average and thus people pray for good weather several days in advance.
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orihime and renji swap au? like... renji gives his power to orihime, instead of rukia giving hers to ichigo? 😳 omg... bleach red version...
HA.. Bleach Red version- that's such a cute name! It reminds me of those fanmade Pokemon cartridges/ fanmade rom hacks you could occasionally find floating around in the ether. Surely that's already an established name someone's using! XD
But yes, you got it exactly right! It's literally just a main character/ their deuteragonist counterpart swap. Rukia> Renji, Ichigo> Orihime, and that's it! Just that one difference is enough to completely change how the universe shakes out!
For real, I think Renji and Orihime would have an interesting dynamic together. I've always seen Renji and Orihime as both being somewhat stuck in their own heads, albeit about different things. They both struggle with self worth and making their inner feelings known to the outside world. They're both deeply lonely, deeply unwilling to let other people see past the strong faces they put up without being seriously shaken first... and that's exactly the kind of pressure-pot desperation that makes for a big, life altering split second decision like "loan your powers out so you don't DIE on a mission that was supposed to be easy, that you weren't even supposed to BE on, surely this can't be the third stroke of bad luck on your already very bad day." .. and oops! Now you're a fugitive with a gal who, to the naked eye, is right up there with devout monks in levels of pacifism. Really good! Very nice. This won't be a problem at all! (He said, tattooed eyebrow deep in cold-sweat denial)
And MAN, Rukia's way of communicating her philosophy as a soul reaper vs. how RENJI might do the same thing to try and motivate/bully/inspire someone into taking up substitute work for him? Jesus Christmas. What a shitshow. I love it. I'm standing on the sidelines and crunching popcorn while the cars pile up on both sides of the highway.
#bleach red au#i'm tagging it as that because CUTE... it's going to live in my head rent free#i do think renji has an excellent business boy face though.. and the ability to think critically- tactically- and cleverly in a way that he#doesn't get much credit for#if he were to make his case to orihime as one of protection- and later on purification- or healing.. she might be receptive#to think of the eradication of hollows as the surgical excision of hatred from a festering wound in the heart....#that's an interesting one#but i am not entirely sure how intuitive such a connection might be to him#TACTICAL HE MAY BE... UNDERSTANDING OF OTHERS' EMOTIONAL STATES... NO... VERY NO....#Not to mention... I think early exposure to Orihime would change Renji's perspective on Rukia#They're in a similar situation.#A young person with no close family- living off the good graces of an emotionally absent but financially supportive relative?#who seems to view you both as a burden- a responsibility- and a preemptive failure#where have we heard that before?#also at the start of canon i think renji had been an assistant captain for ALL OF ONE MONTH#WHICH IS JUST.... HILARIOUS#the only other thing that would change significantly- i think-#is that tatsuki would probably take the place of chad in the spotlight#FULL love for my boy chad#but in a simple swap- tatsuki is to orihime what chad is to ichigo#which is... a confidante- a loyal friend- a concerned ally- and a strong and steady hand#LONG POST#au rambling#bleach
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qcomicsy · 6 months
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I think a thing that people get wrong about Jason's anger is that it's not explosive.
It's cold. Jason isn't the type of person who storms off at every little thing or goes throwing tantrums and setting things on fire blindfully.
He's the type of person who's very practical. He keeps to himself, always. You rarely see issues where Jason's anger is reactive at the moment where the trigger happens to him. If you see his character up close, most of the time when he's triggered his reaction is calm. Even cold.
He gets triggered -> He keeps to himself → He makes a plan → And then he reacts.
Jason's anger being something explosive and out of character and out of place is actually how other people (characters) see it, because they have no idea on how it's playing out on Jason's head.
And that's a thing you can see operating since he was a child.
Where the only exceptions about this effect is either when someone he believes needs his help is involved.
See Nightwing Annual (2021)
But In Batman #411 when Jason learns the fact that Two-Face was responsible for his father's death and Bruce was keeping that from him as a secret his first reaction isn't to blow up on him.
Was to seethe.
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Bruce goes up home after dealing with a Two-Face case (in my field we call that poetic irony) and asks Alfred where Jason is, Alfred's answer is that he's been sleeping all day (which is a conclusion that Alfred drew probably after going to check on Jason and seeing him in fact on his bed all day).
But when you see the next panel, even though he is on the bed, He's fully awake and both his expression and his body language shows that he's in fact angry.
This is the first time he appears again in the comics after learning that Two Face killed his dad.
Jason doesn't go towards Bruce immediately to demand an explanation or ask why he did this, or even to throw the truth on his face.
(Which could be debatable that that's something the Dick would usually do, but I'm not that literate on Dick's comics)
His reaction wasn't immediate.
His reaction was to go to his bed and stay quiet. Jason stayed calm and collected the whole trip until meeting Two Face again.
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But the moment Jason as Robin has the opportunity to get his hands on Two-Face he does this
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From Bruce, and maybe Alfred's perspective it could be interpreted as out of place or him storming off.
But it isn't. Jason was able to keep his cool (even though he shut off), until he was face a face to Two Face.
Does that mean he planned that to happen?
That's debatable, in any moment of this issue it is shown that Jason was actually planning to get to Two Face and do this. I my personal opinion, other and much more plausible explanation is: That he was in fact trying to keep to himself but couldn't hold back the moment that he saw his dad's murder.
You can see the same thing happening as Jason learns that Batman got another Robin in Red Hood: Lost Days.
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Talia asks "You all right?" and Jason's first answer is "Sure Why Wouldn't I Be Alright?"
When he's alone he finally has the moment to break down.
(Actually both Red Hood: The lost days and Batman: Under the Red Hood are great case studies on how that usually play out on Jason's head.)
Jason is way more in control of his emotions than people ever give him credit for. The thing is that Jason holds it back until he either blows off or is capable to throw it back in someone's face.
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stonebutch!ellie x highfemme!reader hcs / drabble♡
a/n: for all my high femmes and stone butches, ily <3 first time writing for tumblr ! i'm very nervous but i hope this finds the right audience (this is also v self indulgent) cw: sfw & nsfw, afabfem!reader, petnames, butchfemme dynamics, sweet soft tender fluff, smut, pillow princess!reader, stone top!ellie, use of strap on, sundresses and their direct link to hot lesbian sex, public sex (bare with me no one sees), breeding kink (oops), established relationship, strap sucking, fingering, ellie's convinced her strap is attatched to her she has a mind-body link with it, ellie wears a binder here and if u have a problem with that i do not like you ! author is v horny and v soft, a bit of dacryphilia, carabiner language/code!! (these r not in order) p/s: i am 100% writing a pt2. got carried away and wrote sm introduction/fluff...and this whole thing is longer than intended but well! enjoy ig (i hope so) since this is my first work of this type i'd greatly appreciate any sort of feedback ! mwha mentions to reader's strawberry cheeks are about the blush itself and not actual color! reader is not written as any specific race! taglist: @sadeyedsugar ♡ w.c 6k
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ꕤ the moment ellie's eyes first landed on you, she knew she was going to make you her wife
˖ it was at a local little lesbian bar, a warm and humble place where mostly everyone knew eachother, she frequented it every other weekend, sharing roaring laughter with fellow butches and kind chuckles with femmes, dancing and drinking and enjoying the familiar space
˖ you on the other hand had to be dragged along by your friend, who kept on telling you about how it was gonna be alright! you weren't the biggest fan of clubs or bars, not really liking crowded spaces full of noise and booze and rude people, but after being promised this one was different, you complied
ellie thanked the stars and whoever was the angel who brought you into her life that night
˖ sure enough, the place was different, it felt much more personal, the music was nicer, more quiet, you felt yourself quickly growing comfortable and accostumed to it
˖ you wore a light, white lace mini dress, a delicate, frilly little thing, with a red ribbon around your neck that matched the ones adorning your hair, doey eyes scanning the place with interest as a content smile started to bloom in your glossy lips. ellie had thought you were the prettiest thing, the prettiest girl she had ever seen, and she had also thought she needed to talk to you or else she was going to curse herself for the rest of her life
˖ soon enough your eyes met hers and you felt the air knocked out of you. she stood tall in a corner, accompanied by other well groomed women, all handsome, but none as much as her, you noted. with an ubottuned short sleeved loose button down over a white wife pleaser, black pants and a beer inhand, which she sipped slowly as she looked at you, waiting for signs of interest (butch courtship 101), once she saw you blush and look away like a nervous pup, she smirked into her drink before putting it down and excusing herself to the group
˖ she had approached you in a gentle stroll, steps confident in nature yet hesitant at the edges, a hand tucked in her left front pocket, right by the carabiner that hung from her belt loop at that side. a polite corteous smile that grew into a kind tight-lipped smirk as she got closer, nodding her head softly with a little bow as she towered over you from where you were sitting down by the bar, her presence overpowering and dominant, yet in no ways pressuring, you had found it embracing. the dimly lit place helped hide the faint blush in both your faces
˖ she had quietly cleared her throat, and spoken in a mellow voice, her tone earthy and comforting as she talked only loud enough to not be considered a whisper, her lips never losing their kind smile, if only softened "hi, angel, mind if i sit next to you?"
˖ you had breathily acceeded to her request and that was all it took; for the rest of the night, you shared polite and flirtatious conversation, she bought you a drink and made you giggle as you made her eyes glisten and her jaw to begin acquiring a dull ache from smirking and grinning and every variation of smiling you could muster, for hours on end. the more you got to know the other, the more delightful you became to each other: ellie was charming, down to earth, confident, kind and genuine, and to her you were perfect, the very definition of the word beautiful, sweet as can be, witty and just the right amount of shy to make her urge to know you even more. as the conversation procceeded, her calloused hand would sometimes brush your thigh when she would get closer so you could hear her, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin and butterflies in your stomach. by the time the night was over, you had danced slowly, ellie anchoring you with care and reverence by the waist while your own arm hung around her broad shoulders, it felt new and exciting yet somehow familiar and natural, like this was meant to be, following her movements like you had studied them decades ago, something intricate and personal between you. her lips offered your hand a reverent kiss and you were sure to slip a piece of paper with your number on it to her right pocket, a smile sealing both your faces as you said your goodbyes, knowing it wouldn't be the last time you saw each other.
ꕤ ellie courting you
˖ now, sure enough the bar was the first but definitely not the last time you would have seen each other, but don't think this meant furtive encounters and messing around until you decided to make things official, as a pretty old fashioned old school butch, ellie took her courting very seriously.
˖ the very next morning after the bar, when waking up, you were welcomed with a text from an unknown number that read as follows: "Good morning, doll, lovely to meet you last night. I still have the copy of that book we talked about, if you want me to lend it to you. Just say the word and I'll be there :) - E" a giddy smile was plastered on your face and your cheeks flushed as you took the phone in your hands, giggling to yourself at the signing at the end of the message. Ellie was referring to a book about lesbian history, which she had brought up when you were gushing about your love for them, a warm feeling settled on your belly as you typed back: "goodmorning, ellie! it was lovely to meet you aswell <3 and thank you so much !! that's really kind of you and yes! i'd love to meet up, maybe we could grab some coffee? whenever you're free ofc:)"
˖ you had left the phone in your little bedside table, changing into your clothes and going over to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your typical morning routine, when you came back, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to suppress the grin that threatened to spread across your face over the message that read on your screen, "At your service, princess, for you I'm free whenever. -E"
˖ and so you and ellie began having your little dates, where she treated you with upmost respect yet never failing to make you feel fuzzy and flustered. she was always chivalrous, always attentive, taking her time with you, listening and giving you little details, like flowers or more books that she insisted you kept, picking you up and driving you back home in her truck, leading you gently by the waist when you move through a place, kissing your hand as she leaves (along with your kisses to her cheek that leave a smirk on her face that doesn't seem to wash off for hours), opening doors for you, calling you an infinite amount of petnames that had your insides fluttering, and so many sweet and thoughtful gestures that made you swoon over her, completely sweeped off your feet.
˖ and she was equally heads over heels for you, whenever you placed your arm on her bicep as you walked down the street, or when your lashes fluttered up at her while your lips did that little pouty smile thing that made her absolutely insane, or when your eyes glistened and squinted when you laughed, head tilting slightly back, making her heart squeeze achingly, along with your rambles about your interests, full of wonder and knowledge, and how you listened back at her with admiration when she was the one explaining something or sharing her opinion with wise insights, her eyebrows mindlessly furrowing in concentration, and how she sometimes caught you staring a little too much with strawberry cheeks at the movements of her jaw or hands when she talked.
˖ you lovedd flirting and getting to know each other. one night at the park, laying under the stars over a thin blanket and under the light of the lamps scattered throughout the place, illuminating it, your little hand tracing along the lines of ink on ellie's arm, feeling her slightly tense under, both your breaths hitching a little before you asked "what's the meaning of this one?". ellie was gorgeous, so confident and relaxed yet continously coming apart under your touch and gaze, she never lost her charm, but often licked her lips softly or cleared her throat, rolling up the sleeves of her flannel t-shirt, letting out a low, breathy chuckle, before she replied. you talked for hours. other times, it was her making you a nervous mess, when she would compliment your outfit, your hair, your nails, your makeup, one time she had said your lipstick looked cute and you had nearly blushed from head to toe, quite literally, as she smirked, eyes stuck on your lips.
˖ ellie asked to be your lover a month into knowing you, which could be considered slow in lesbian time or fast in courting ritual culture, but to you it was just enough, she had known since day 1 she wanted to make you hers, and be yours in return, but she also took her time and treated you like something with its deserved seriousness. she had planned the whole thing a week prior, and took you out to a local book-reading, then for breakfast at the little café from your first date, then to the beach, and finished with a carefully crafted picnic right after sunset where she asked you the question, her forehead was slightly sweaty but you couldn't even notice, immediately joining your lips in what wasn't your first kiss to the date but surely the longest one, full of emotion and tenderness and soft sighs of relief at the notion of finally being together
ꕤ when you're finally dating, she never stops making you fall in love with her, over and over again, as she falls for you right back each day
˖ the dates never really stop, she loves taking you places just as much as you love dragging her along with you through the city aswell, be it museums, the library, pottery class...where you went, she goes
˖ she loves to interwine her hand with your own or throw her arm around your shoulders as you walk side by side wherever you go, she was so happy to call you hers, so proud to show you off
˖ and so were you, how couldn't you? ellie was so pretty, so handsome, so bright and strong and caring, her soft short hair grazing just below her ears, her typical outfit consisting of wife pleasers with button ups with its first buttons undone or flannels thrown over them, loose fitting jeans (adorned with various belts she loved to collect), her precious carabiners (you both now had matching heart shaped ones), boots, doc martens or converses if she was feeling casual. she was undeniably attractive and awe-strucking, both her appereance and personality
˖ you move in together about a week into starting to date, ellie was so excited for it, anxious, if we're being honest, for various reasons. first of all, as a butch, moving in was her thing, she had asked you like a hyped puppy over text when she could go to your place to help you move things from your apartment to her house, and when she showed up, she was all but enthusiastic, hands eager to carry boxes and help, she loved being of use, loved to follow your indications of where each thing would need to go, and you loved to see her muscles flex under the weight of the objects she carried, her wife pleaser beggining to stick to her chest from the sweat, although she acted as if the whole thing was nothing, moving with ease. but most of all you enjoyed seeing her happy, knowing that this meant a passage for your relationship, the next step, it was warm and thrilling, and that night you both slept on her place on the sofa, not having finished unpacking everything, dozing off with your fingers interlocked and leaning into eachother's shoulders
˖ after starting to live together, you always leave notes for each other, it was your special little thing, leaving them at various random spots around the house, reminders of your love, little poems (you), little sketches (ellie), silly inside jokes, wishes of good luck in your day, etcera, it never failed to bring a wide smile to both your lips whenever you encountered one
˖ the petnames...they got so much worse(better) after you start dating, ellie has a whole collection of them, angel, doll, princess, her little lamb, bunny, bambi, sweetheart, daisy, love, little flower, sugar...the list could go on... you had some petnames for her too, but ellie was definitely the one to win at them
˖ you loved to dance around your kitchen and have reading dates, cook meals for each other (and together),,though you definitely beat her at baking, ellie made some pretty damn good dishes, when asked why she was so good, she would simply respond "secret recipe is love, doll" while giving a quick wink
˖ after becoming more comfortable with each other, she loved to tease you, poking fun at you in light hearted and endearing ways that made you lightly swat her arm while huffing (and supressing a giggle), or roll your eyes at her as you smiled, she always got this mischiveous twinkle in her eye when she did, so it made it pretty hard for you to not melt right there when you were supposed to be getting annoyed at her
˖ more than all though she adores to show you how much she loves you, kissing your forehead or the top of your head, squeezing your waist, staring at you lovingly and longingly, even when you were already hers, giving you little gifts (many times self made), taking you out, sharing her time, whispering sweet things when you wake up and went to bed, holding you like you were fragile in her hands, then looking at you like you were the strongest, most unbreakable being, full of admiration and fondness.
˖ she can't keep her hands off you!! it's like she's an addict, if you're out, she needs to be touching you in some way, your hand, shoulder, waist, your lower back just above the curve of your ass. if you're cooking breakfast, she's coming behind you and placing her hands on your hips, peppering kisses all over your neck as she grumbles a sleepy "g'morning, angel" that has you getting all fuzzy and blushy <3
˖ she's an absolute puppy when it comes to head and back scratches, immediately closing her eyes or looking at you almost pleadingly when you massage her hair, groaning softly and pecking your lips as she mutters "thankyou, baby" when you loosen up a particularly sore spot on her back. other times she's smiling fondly down at you, adoration written on her face, and others there's a little more intensity in her gaze, her eyes a little more half-lidded as she stares you down, and it makes you swallow a little and your hand stills its movement for a moment out of sudden fluster
˖ she lovesloves to draw you, her gorgeous, perfect pretty girl, she's filled sketchbooks with your face and body alone
˖ you guys can be a little childlike, but its therapeutic, kindof..running around the house or garden, chasing eachother amidst screams and laughter, ellie tackling you into the gras as you gasp for her to let you go, weakly punching her as she cackles. "ellie! release me this instant!" you would command in a fist of giggles "i'm afraid that won't do, princess" she'd answer in a playfully serious tone, hands keeping strong hold of you, carefully enough to not hurt you at any moment
˖ you also love giving ellie little details !! like the time you found out about a dinosaur-related exhibition at the museum and planned the whole day around it, proposing (more like informing, you knew there was no way in hell she was saying no) to go with ellie, she was so excited and kept squeezing your hand, her whole face so bright as she listened to the guides and inspected fossils and skeletons, she kissed you so much that day. or the time you suprised her with a date to the stellarium, you swore those were tears in her eyes but she chuckled and mumbled about "stupid dust in here giving me allergies", that night she made love to you sweetly and slowly and you were sure they must've missed some galaxies at the stellarium, because you were seeing whole new ones
˖ amidst ellie's hobbies was complimenting you and reminding you of how lucky she felt to have you. "you look lovely, little lamb, c'mere", she'd mumble in her usual low, smooth voice, chuckling a little to herself as she patted her thigh and gestured for you to come closer. or groaning a little as she stands up from the bed, from where she was waiting for you to finish getting ready on the bathroom, almost urgently placing her hands on your hips and bringing you in for a kiss "fuck, baby, where'd this dress come from? you've been hidin' it from me, huh, bunny?" she'd mumble a little raspily, before taking a moment to look at you, and you could practically see her heart growing before she whispered, sending a shiver down your spine "looks so good on you..so pretty". ellie was all about lovedrunk stares, reverent touches and whispered praise, she was all about making your mind dizzy, your body fuzzy and your soul floaty, without even trying, just speaking her mind. she was also so sweet and tender, brushing strands of your hair behind your ear and rubbing your cheek with her thumb gently, adoration seeping off of her as she spoke to you, warm and unwavering, about much she absolutelt adored you, how gorgeous, sweet, brave, intelligent, and important you were to her, your heart ached and you longed to hug her close and hard enough that your souls could merge
˖ she loves to help you do your hair !! she'll handle it with so much care, caressing your scalp and planting kisses on your shoulder, tying bows with ribbons for you "atta girl.. there you go, gorgeous" she'd whisper after she was done and you were still applying your makeup, the artificial blush being raplaced by a natural one. that was often your routine whenever you went out, she'd shower and get dressed, then sit on the chair infront of the dressing table she had built for you, smile plastered across her face as you sat down on her lap and did your makeup, sometimes she does your hair to keep busy, others she just stares in awe as you do your routine, if she's feeling a little mean she'll distract you with touches and neck kisses..she'll always hold you by the waist and, after you're done, with all the patience in the world, ask in her raspy, welcoming voice "you ready, pretty girl?"
˖ helping ellie bind <3 when she's feeling tired or lazy, or you just want an excuse to leave feathery kisses across her back and massage it softly. ellie liked the look the flat chest gave her, and you thought she always looked breathtaking, even more so when she felt confident. you're always making sure she binds safely and takes the binder off when needed for health reasons! she's so appreciative of it, how you look after her as much as she looks after you, treating her with the same care, makes her want to kiss you all over your pretty little face, and well, some other things..
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ꕤ you and ellie fit perfectly, like you were made, built, crafted for each other, your hands meeting together like puzzle pieces, as did her head between your thighs...you were compatible, to say the least, and if you were perfect matches in everything else, well, in bed...goes without saying
˖ the first time you have sex is at ellie's house after moving in together, you shared a nice dinner you had cooked together, between kisses and giggles and quiet conversation, you sat at the sofa and the movie playing at the tv was long forgotten as your lips joined, tongues dancing around each other, your hands grasping at ellie's shirt while hers pressed to your ribcage, thumb circling your side as it grew closer to your breast, making your breath hitch and your body to begin trembling, the kiss deepening as you let out shaky sighs and a soft whimper that caused her to groan lowly, stopping the kiss for a moment to look at you, her eyes were determined, but a question was written on them, ellie breathed slowly but heavily, her hand moving to your thigh, you placed your own atop hers and squeezed, and that was confirmation enough. you moved to her bedroom-your bedroom, and undressed each other with gentleness but a certain level of urgency, slipping in kisses every few seconds. she laid you on your back softly against the bed, sitting back and taking some time to marvel at the sight in front of her, you in nothing but your underwear, hair slightly messy and drapped over the pillows, blush everpresent and chest rising and falling, her eyes stopped there, and she licked her lips that were sweet with praise "gorgeous" she whispered, almost like a prayer.
she's all about consent and making sure you're comfortable those first times, asking "is this okay, dove?" "gonna touch you here, a'ight darling?" "feels good, baby, yeah?" "like this?". it's almost as if she doesn't need to ask, though, because the very first time you sleep together, there's no awkward moments, no uncertainity, no uncomfortable pain, it felt natural to you, moving in unison, you couldn't feel anything but pleasure and love.
..moving her hands that twitched with eagerness to your body, lowering her lips to yours before trailing kisses all over your body, her fingers helping get rid of the remaining pieces of cloth, and her lips leaving open mouthed kisses over the swell of your breasts before she latched onto them, her hand that was holding and caressing your hips and waist moving lower and lower.. cupping you and circling your clit, almost cooing at you when you gave a high pitched whine, hips jolting. ellie, like always when it came to you, took her sweet time the first time, loving you thoroughly, though she couldn't hold back many grunts and moans that escaped her in response to your whimpering, chanting of her name, and the feeling of your tight, warm and wet cunt, her tongue circling your nipples desperately as your hands grasped at her hair, her back, wherever you could to anchor yourself, you came atleast three times that night, with her fingers deep inside you, pumping in an out, as she whispered sweet nothings and promises into your ear, your eyes filled with tears and her heart thumping against her binded chest. and when she moved her mouth to your dripping heat you swore the world started spinning backwards, something shifted in her too, she moved her tongue like a starved man, hands squeezing your thighs as she held them up and apart, moaning and sending vibrations through you that made your tummy tighten once again, "taste so good, angel, fuck" and when you tugged at her hair with a cry of her name on your lips as you realesed your honeyed lust into her mouth, she climaxed right with you. afterwards, you shared a warm bath and slipped back into the bed, legs interwining and bodies merging to become one once again, and after that, you would never be two separate beings ever again, you were now forever bound together
˖ but anyways..let's talk about ellie's strap, shall we? although the first time you have sex she doesn't use it, she uses pretty much every other time, and the first time you have strap on sex with her...yeah it feels like having your first time all over again. she's so good with it it's almost scary, it's almost spiritual, it's practically a religious experience, and you think you could start a religion of your own, the way you chant her name like a prayer as she pounds into you, sometimes slowly, deeply, with a rocking motion that has your back arching and fingers grasping the sheets, sometimes fast, mercilessly, almost erratic, that sends your eyes rolling back and nails digging into ellie's back, that, to your misfortune (or fortune) only makes her more feral. and her relationship with her strap? oh she's fucking convinced it's part of her body, swears all over she can feel you, feel how tight and wet you are for her, how good you're taking her and her cock. swears she's gonna fuck a baby into you too, that comes out a little earlier into the relationship than intended, but again, that had made you come the hardest you ever had in your life until then, so she wasn't so sorry she slipped a little, there. "feel so good around me, sweetheart, fuck, so tight for me, gonna let me fuck a baby into you, yeah? gonna let me stuff you with my cock and make you a mommy?" jesus, she was GONE, absolutely pussydrunk and delirious as she slammed into you. if coming like, twice at the same time was possible, you were pretty sure you just did that
˖ you knew that ellie didn't want to receive and only ever wanted to give, as she knew you were only comfortable receiving and not giving, and that mutual respect, understanding and compatibility was recipe for the best hottest fucking sex ever
˖ praise kink BOTH OF YOU, the bed was basically a temple for you two, where you worshipped the other like the greatest devotees. for ellie, it was kissing you from head to toe and telling you over and over again how pretty you were, how much of a sweet, good girl, the best girl, you were, how good you were taking her, asking "give me one more, precious, hm? i know you can", touching you like it was a gift she somehow earned and wasn't quite sure why, uttering "atta' girl" and "there, there, love" when you climaxed once again, she never let you forget for even a moment how divine you were in her eyes. and yes, you weren't the only one who got off on the praise, ellie went absolutely insane when you were vocal, even more so when it was you telling her about how good she made you feel, how close you were, how you needed her and how much you loved her cock, her fingers, her mouth.. when i say ellie comes from your words (or moans, moreso) i mean it, if you add nails and hair tugs to the mix, she's sold.
˖ ellie fucking adores to eat you out, she's thirsty for it, you worry she's almost an addict, it feels like she needs to taste your juices or else she won't survive. she's an expert at it too, making your toes curl and back arch, as she laps at your dripping, tongue moving along your folds, sucking on your clit, fucking into your entrance, swirling around and making you forget everything except her name. one time, you decide to return the favor..sortof getting down on your knees infront of her sitting on the bed, you place your trembling hands on her firm thighs and sit between them, on the floor, you look up at her with doey eyes and she holds her breath, fists tightening at her sides where she's also resting them (could you say rest? they definitely aren't relaxed) atop her thighs, next to your delicate fingers. once your lips move to her strap and offer it a few kitten licks before wrapping around it, she has to force herself to not thrust into your mouth, and she stills fails because her hips halt a little off the bed, her knuckles now white as she clenches her jaw, biting the inside of her cheek and trying not to come at the sight of you, so fucking flithy and angelic, on your knees for her, pretty little mouth around her cock, sucking and bobbing your head and "fuck-" it doesn't take her long at all, and she fucks you brainless that night. you wake up feeling a little sore but still smile drowsily at the reminder of what happened, and she makes you breakfast and a warm bath and fixes it all, like always, always makes it all better
˖ there was also this thing with your tears..ellie got off on them, like, so much. she loved toying with you and making you feel so good that it made your pretty eyes well up, salty droplets streaming down your flushed cheeks as you hiccuped in pleasure. it was almost like a goal for her, making you cry, never because you were hurt or in distress, she could never forgive herself if that were to happen, but watching you become a helpless, squirmy, needy mess underneath her..yeah <3 to her, you weren't well fucked unless your pretty face was as wet as your cunt <33
˖ who said you had to be naked to be sexy? you weren't sure what it was, but for both of you, it seemed you felt there was nothing hotter than having sex almost (or straight up) fully clothed. personally, you loved to be wearing little to no clothes while ellie still hadn't taken a single one of hers off, it made you shiver in lust, how powerful she looked, affirming her dominance, it just made you absolutely dizzy to be naked or in underwear underneath her while she wore her work or everyday clothes, making you cream her fingers or cock, like this was her fucking job that she took seriously and formally. and for her...let's just say she had a bit of an obsession with just lifting your skirt, moving your panties to the side and fucking your needy cunt. the first time, it was even a little dangerous, but in her defense, she just couldn't help it
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we've all seen this picture, right?...well
you were at the park one afternoon, it was a hot summer day, and you were just finishing applying sunscreen on your arms, face and legs, reminding ellie, against her grumbling, that "it's very important, skin holds memory!" your sundress had ridden up a little in your movements, now resting high at your thighs, it also cupped your tits divinely and when you dared to move your slicked hand to your chest and rub the cream there, she paused in her complaining, breath going still as her eyes darkened more than two shades, and really, she swore you were doing that in purpose. you then laid down on your back over the blanket you had brought for the picnic, shielding your eyes from the sun with your hand, ellie rasped her throat, fixing her shirt and feeling the sweat at her collarbones, and when you looked at her with your big, confused eyes, she cursed under her breath, hand moving to your thigh to rub it softly, humming, "mmh..guess it is important" she muttered, giving in, your breath hitched, tummy tugging as you slightly propped yourself up on elbows, looking at your lover "ellie..what're you doing?" you whispered, watching her hand never leave your thigh, her darkened over emerald eyes locking you in her gaze, before narrowing them a little, as if she didn't know what you were talking about "what'dya mean?" she repllied mindlessly, free hand picking a strawberry from the little pot by her side, as her fingers drifted higher up your leg, making you almost squeeze them together. "ellie, we're- there's people.." you murmured weakly, heat pooling in your belly and making your hands all numb, she chewed on her strawberry calmly, sucking her thumb and pointer finger, swallowing and tilting her head to the side, eyebrows twitching in a furrow as she lifted one, try again, "are there?" she replied quietly, hand squeezing the flesh of your thigh pointedy, you looked around to realize she was correct, there was seemingly no one else, the space was open and big, and you felt your cheeks heating up, a thrill of excitement rushing through you as your eyes met ellie's again, whose already seemed comitted.
her fingers dug into the inside of your thigh, her other hand now also occupying itself with your leg, caressing and rubbing up and down, feeling the soft, slightly sticky skin, glistening under the sun because of the sunscreen you had previously applied, she took in a heavy breath, licking her lips "gonna let me touch you here, sugar? wanna feel good?" she half whispered-half cooed, so mean and for what, your thighs were already pressing together, a whimper at your lips that you bit on a little pout "dress looks so fucking pretty on you it should be illegal" she mumbled, almost tsk'ing, as she started playing with the hem of your lace panties, mouth still moving to talk as her hands wandered "such a gorgeous girl, i'm going kind of insane over here, you know? you gotta give me some credit, babe, d'you have any idea what i have to deal with? seeing you like this all the time? no fucking fair" she grumbled, and she was rambling, mind somewhere else entirely, toying with your underwear for just another second before urgently moving it to the side and shoving a finger in with no warning, it was more surprising to you than it was to your body, though, your cunt dripping and prepared for ellie, like always. you moaned, head falling back and elbows almost giving out, and ellie chuckled darkly, pupils blown "gonna want to keep quiet, bamb, if you're too loud others will hear your pretty sounds and wonder what's going on, we don't want that, do we?" she whispered airily, gods, she was so evil, her finger pumping in n out slowly and firmly, hitting that spot that had your legs trembling already, as you swallowed your whimpers, trying to continue propping yourself up while your hands shook and grasped at the blanket and the grass, biting your lip and hoping the pleading look in your eyes induced some kind of mercy from ellie. judging by the way she slipped a second finger in while holding you in her intense gaze, you reckoned it didn't. in a matter of few minutes, you were already walking on the edge, now completely laying on your back, ellie's movements speeding up as you chanted a string of bouncy moans, her free hand caressed your waist, moving to rub against your ribcage before her thumb brushed over your clothed nipple, you stirred, closing your eyes and cried out "els, m'gnuh.." you trailed off, cutting yourself off with a high pitched whine that you tried to supress in delayed time by forceflly biting down on your lip, ellie's face all but brightened, like christmas came early "you're gonna come, doll? yeah, yeah you are..come for me, baby, come for ellie" she groaned, one thumb pressing against your nipple and the other to your clit, you arched your back and did as told. after you came down from your high, ellie carefully removed her fingers from you and brought them to her mouth, sucking them just like she had after eating the strawberry, only this time a little more hungrily as she moaned at the taste, "sweet"
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An idea popped into my head that I feel you would write very well!
Rafe x virgin!reader. They are having a pretty heavy make out sesh, he slips his hand into her pants and then she just blurts it out? Like, "I'm a virgin," and she's like terrified. But rafe doesn't mind at all.
(also, is the 🪩 taken.)
oh my goodness!! I’m obsessed with this. no it is not taken omg welcome to the club!!!!!!!!!! ty so much for requesting 😚😚😚😚
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your night with rafe had gone as perfect as any night could have, dinner by the beach, watching the sun go down while you ate dessert, and then heading back to tannyhill with him for the night, like you always did.
your nights with rafe always ended the same day, crawling into bed wearing one of his big shirts and then making out until you were soaking through your panties and rafe was hard beneath you. you're sure that rafe might have guessed you're a virgin by now, from the way everything he does is so new to your body, reacting primally to every touch. the two of you fall asleep like that, and you feel tingly from your head to your toes, waiting for rafe to say something about going further.
you're sure he would. there's no doubt in your mind that he's ready to, and he's probably done this with a million girls before you-a thought that makes you want to cry, but you put that aside. you're rafe's now, and you know that giving him your virginity is part of the deal. you're not sure just when that'll be, since he has you in your panties nearly every night.
maybe it'd be tonight. when the two of you get back to his room, you head for his dresser immediately to pull out a shirt, but rafe pushes you against the door. he leans down into a deep kiss, and you let it progress, hands snaking into his hair while he holds your waist tightly, his own hands running up and down the soft material of your sundress.
it's a little uncomfortable against the door like this, but rafe eases you up immediately, your legs wrapping around him while he pins you in place. you don't mean to start moving your hips, grinding down against him, it's just instinct, chasing that toe-curling feeling that you haven't been able to feel with rafe yet. his hands snake further down to the hem of your dress, and then slide underneath the material to the smooth skin of your legs.
rafe's hands keep traveling, gripping your thighs while he keeps you locked in a kiss that has you feeling dizzy, would have your knees weak if he wasn't holding you up. his tongue pokes into your mouth, and you moan around it, not even wanting to pull away to breathe.
you have to, though. rafe's hands are at the waistband of your panties, and just as he starts to grope, finding where he can yank them down so he can finally do what he wants to you, you pull away, hands resting flat on his chest.
he likes you like this--hair disheveled, lips red and swollen, the strap of your dress hanging off your shoulder. he leans in, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and then your collar, then up your neck.
"rafe," you whine, but it's easy to let him keep going. "we should stop-"
his eyes dart up to meet yours, pulling his face away from your neck.
"why would i do that, hm?" he kisses you again, but you turn your head away. "finally got you where i want you."
"i-well, i'm a virgin, rafe." it falls out of your mouth, even though you've spent countless hours thinking about the best way to tell him. you've thought everything through, how to say it, how to reply based on his response, how to deal with the embarrassment you're sure to feel.
"yeah?" he questions, pulling away to look at you in the eyes. still pushed against the wall, you can feel his hard dick pressed against you. the two of you don't move an inch, besides for the nodding of your head to answer his question.
"so, no one else has ever touched you where m'touching you?"
you shake your head.
"and no one's ever seen you like this?"
you shake again, feeling your eyes get watery.
"i'm sorry-"
"why're you saying sorry? told you to stop doin' that."
"because... because it's embarrassing."
"says who? hm?"
"says everyone. right?"
"no, kid. not me. you want me to stop?" your body melts into his grip. you shake your head again. "good girl. c'mon, get on the bed. not taking your virginity against this door."
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Can I be your favorite?
Pairing: Lee know x reader
Genre: smut, fluff
Summary: Lee Minho is unreachable, someone you can only just dream of being with. Until one day, you enter the wrong door at a party and ends up with him inviting you to sit on his lap.
Part 2
THIS CONTENT IS +18 ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Warnings: corruption kink, protected piv, fingering, Minho is kinda possessive.
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You're okay with not being popular, it's not like you'll be like that forever, it's just college and in a few years everything will be forgotten so you just keep living your life, going to your classes and hanging out with your best friend.
The only time you ever wish you were popular, though, is when you see him. Lee Minho. The guy of your dreams. He's vice president of the greatest fraternity on campus, so everyone knows him.
Lee Minho is someone mysterious, no one knows much about him other than that he changes girlfriends faster than he changes clothes. So more than half of the girls in this university already had their heart broken by him.
That doesn't make you like him less though, it's not like something will ever happen between you two so a little crush on him is not something to worry about, even more so when he doesn't even know about your existence.
Your best friend, Jihyo is the opposite of you, she likes partying and she always tries to drag you to one of her nights out. That's how you ended up in the situation you're in right now. Alone in the kitchen of a frat house, listening to a drunk guy teaching you about your own major, while sipping on a drink you're not even sure about the contents.
You watch as a group of people play beer pong on the counter in the middle of the kitchen, everyone is sweating and there's alcohol being spilled all over the place. You're at a safe distance but you pity the person who's going to clean this up later on.
You have no idea where Jihyo went, she told you she was going to the bathroom half an hour ago and never came back. You're tired of hearing this guy too, he's talking about first year contents when you're already in your third year.
“That's so interesting”, you smile at him, “but I have to go find my friend now”, you don't let him say a word, quickly sneaking away from the kitchen.
You look around, trying to find your best friend, but she's nowhere to be seen. Maybe she's on the second floor, you ask people and they tell you exactly where the bathroom is. However, you shouldn't be so quick as to trust drunk people.
Because when you open the door people pointed out as the bathroom, you find a room with red lights brightening the dark space.
There's a bed in the middle of the room and in that bed there's a couple and that couple happens to be Lee Minho and someone you have no idea who it is. They are luckily not in a compromising position, not making out or something worse. She's just sitting on his lap, having her giggles stopped by the bright light that comes from the door when you open it.
Your eyes grow wide when Minho looks at you with his fierce unfriendly eyes.
“Hm- I'm- sorry, I thought this was the bathroom”, you smile sheepishly, fidgeting on your feet.
Minho looks at you up and down and you swear you can see a smirk forming on his lips, but you're not sure since the light is not great.
“I guess the sign with my name on the wall is not very visible”, he points out dryly, making your face turn red. Great, that's great. Nice way to be humiliated by your crush, y/n.
“I apologize, I really didn't see it”, you say again. You should already have gotten out of there but for some reason it seems that your feet are stuck on the ground.
“Honey, why don't you go downstairs, I'll talk to you later”, Minho says to the girl on his lap, making her groan in frustration. She gets up, angrily walking past you. “You should close the door if you're going to stay”, he tells you and your feet finally move just enough to be able to close the door with you still inside.
“Do you know where the bathroom is?” You ask like an idiot.
“I live here”, he says obviously, “but I don't think you're still looking for the bathroom”, he grins, seeing you lick your lips. “Why don't you come and take a seat?”
Your legs move on it's own once more, giving slow unsure steps in his direction. You sit on the edge of the bed, watching him carefully as he leans back, supporting his upper body on his hands, arms spread on the mattress.
He stares at you, surprised. Minho chuckles, shaking his head.
“That's not what I was talking about”, he tells you, landing his hand on his thigh and tapping there. “Why don't you try sitting here?” He asks.
You feel your whole body turning hot, why is he asking for you to sit on his lap?
“I-I should get going”, you stand up fast, but before you can walk away he takes a deep breath.
“Are you sure that's what you want?” Minho tilts his head, waiting for your answer.
No, that's not what you want. You really, really want to sit on his lap and let him do anything he wants with you. So you give in to your desires, stepping closer to him and bending down to sit on his thigh.
He bites on his bottom lip, watching you fidgeting and trying to get comfortable. By the way you're stiff, it's obvious you have never done this before and that gets him excited.
He corrects his posture, sitting with his chest close to you. One of his hands lands on your left thigh and the other goes to your waist.
Minho doesn't need to waste another second to find out that he likes you. You're just his type, shy and reserved, someone who he can corrupt. Someone who can make him go absolutely crazy.
“You see, I see the way you look at me”, he says, caressing your back with the hand he had on your waist. “Jihyo is not very quiet and every time she catches my attention you're there and every time I look at you, you're looking at me”, he says, like he's saying something you don't know. “After some time I just came to the conclusion that you may like me. Am I right about that?”
You nod automatically, like you're obligated to tell him the truth. Maybe your brain just doesn't work when you're near him.
“Hmm”, Minho hums, “tell me then, what can you do for me?”
“W-what do you mean?” You manage to ask, getting goosebumps with every touch of his.
“I mean to say, why should I choose you? I have a great number of options”, he smirks. He's teasing now, even though he's already set on making you his, he just wants to hear your answer.
You have so many things to use at your advantage, pretty lips that he wants to kiss, soft skin that he wants to leave marks all over and the sweetest voice that he wants to hear crying his name while he fucks you so deeply you'll beg him to keep going.
“Anything”, you gulp, “you can do anything you want with me, I'm entirely yours”, and that is better than anything else he could hear. That is the last straw.
Minho puts his hand behind your neck, pulling you to him and kissing you in a hungry, hot kiss. He grabs your hair with the other hand, pulling a handful and making you groan with the sudden pain but it's still so good. His tongue brushes on your lips, entering your mouth and slightly caressing yours. The way he's grabbing you is just too much, you feel like you're going to explode at any moment.
Minho lets go of you for a moment just to take his shirt off, showing you his bare chest. He gets back on grabbing you, pressing you against his body. You're not sure if this is right but it definitely doesn't feel wrong.
You take your crop top off, throw it on the floor and pray that Jihyo will forgive you for doing that with her clothes. Wrapping your arms around Minho's neck, you kiss him again, feeling his bulge beneath you.
He sneaks a hand down your stomach, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing your panties to the side as soon as he manages to reach your soaking cunt.
Minho presses a finger on your clit, you stop the kiss just to gasp and he pulls away, staring at you while he inserts a finger between your folds.
“Has anyone ever fingered you?” He whispers, listening to your low moans, you're cute trying to hold back.
You open your eyes to look at him, shaking your head. That's beautiful, he gets even more excited to know he's the first one giving you pleasure like that.
“And what about sex, have you had it before?” He asks one more question, pushing his finger in and out of you.
“A-a few times”, you struggle to say, feeling your cheeks hot.
“That's good, virgins aren't really my thing”, he smirks, “then, you can handle one more finger, right?” He asks, not waiting for your answer and pushing in another finger inside of you.
“Oh”, it's the only sound you can make. You hold him harder, with your mind dizzy. “It's too much”, you sob, feeling the stretch, it burns a bit but it's so good.
“Oh, Kitten”, he pouts. “How are you supposed to handle my cock if you can't handle two fingers? I'm bigger than that”, he smirks while saying that.
“I can do it, I can”, you nod frantically, too drunk on the pleasure of his fingers inside you to think straight.
“I'm glad you're confident”, he takes his fingers out of you and takes them to his mouth, liking every drop of your juice. “Your taste might be my new favorite”
He helps you get up, your legs are weak even though you didn't cum. Minho helps you lie on the bed, pulling your jeans down, trailing kisses down your legs while dragging out the fabric.
“You are pretty”, he mutters, taking off his pants and underwear, crawling back to stay on top of you, kissing your chest and your collarbone, biting on the skin and leaving a couple of hickeys there. Minho goes down your breasts, sucking and licking your nipples, kneading at the other with his hand. He's humping on your leg, rubbing his hard cock on your thigh.
His touch makes you feel like you're on fire, tingling sensations spreading all over your body. His kisses leave you so turned on, you don't think you ever felt this horny.
“Kitten”, he calls you, making you blush. It's crazy to think that even though you two are naked in front of each other, him calling you a pet name is what makes you flustered.
Minho gives you a peck on the lips, leaning over to the bedside table to look for a condom. He opens the package with his teeth, spitting the piece of plastic and stroking his cock on hand.
He looks so good, standing on his knees in between your legs, eyes closed feeling his fist caressing him.
“Let me do it”, you take the courage to say, sitting and taking the package out of his mouth into your hands. Minho watches you attentively as you grab the base of his cock, sliding the condom down his length.
“Fuck”, he murmurs, grabbing your face on his hands and kissing you so hard you can taste blood, not sure from which of you.
Minho positions himself in your entrance, looking at you to wait for your consent and when you nod he pushes in. You wrap your legs around his hips, trying to bring him closer even though it hurts a bit, it's so good you think you will go crazy.
“M-minho”, you moan, throwing your arms around his waist, digging your nails on his skin.
“Shit, you're perfect”, he starts moving, each trust making you moan louder. Your walls are squeezing him so deliciously that he can cum at any moment. His cock feels so good, reaching all the places you didn't even know existed.
Minho kisses you, fucking into you so fast you can barely breath. You never thought he could be even more beautiful, hair stuck on his sweaty forehead, eyes staring intensely at yours, bottom lip stuck between his teeth while he fucks you senseless. He leans closer, kissing your neck, leaving a long and a bit painful mark there.
“You're mine now”, he smiles shakily, clearly close to his release. You can feel your orgasm approaching too, cumming and tightening your legs around his hips, making his release follow yours.
Minho gives you a kiss before falling to your side, breathing heavily accompanied by you. You don't know what to say and you're scared he'll pretend this was nothing so you get up, collecting your things, not waiting for him to kick you out.
“What are you doing?” He asks, scowling.
“Getting dressed so I can get out”, you explain naively, being watched by him like you're the prey and he is the predator.
“What part of “you're mine now”, you didn't understand?” He asks, laying down with an arm beneath his head and the other stretched to the side of the bed, waiting for you to lie there. “Come back here, I'm not even nearly done with you”, he smirks, watching you blush again.
You drop the clothes you have collected, crawling back on the bed and snuggling close to him. Minho pulls you closer, turning to you and wrapping his free arm around your waist.
“I'll tell you what we're gonna do”, he explains and you nod, “I'm going to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name and after that I'll take you out to dinner”
Lee Know presses his body on yours, showing you that his cock is already hardening again and you giggle, blushing once more.
Never have you felt so happy to trust drunk people's instructions.
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Ok, so, what about the 141 and König reacting to their s/o not feeling confident abt taking their shirt off during seggs because they are chubby and feel embarrassed about their belly?
Also not feeling confident with getting touched around that area while sleeping/seggs/daily life.
first of all i'm so so so sO SORRY that this took so fucking long (this ask is literally from february 😭) i had this in my drafts for fucking ever and just now found the inspo to finish it:(((((
CHARACTERS : price, ghost, soap, könig
WARNINGS : NSFW, MDNI, female!reader, this is for all my thick girlies <3, talk of body image, insecurities, descriptive mentions of sex, fluff, supportive bfs, not proofread
WORD COUNT: 2,8k
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john price
he's a confused puppy when you first push his hand away from your belly while you guys were cuddling and he rushes to apologize, before noticing how you avoid his gaze nervously and he decides to hold his tongue.
Did he make you uncomfortable? Was it the way he touched you? He got so embarrassed that his ears turned red, deciding to not speak at all.
few days after that he startles you by hugging you from behind, caging you in his arms tightly, and pulling your body flush to his, humming lowly as he pressed kisses to the side of your neck. You try really hard to not look at him as you squirm away from his prying hands, choking out a lame excuse and bolting the other way.
Now he was confused and concerned. He surely fucked up somehow.
This man is so touch starved that it's painful. You don't understand how physical Price is, he needs to hold you, touch and kiss you. He needs to feel close to you and if that gets taken away from him he can't function fr
"Love, if there's summat bothering you... if I made you uncomfortable in any way, I'm-" you cut Price off with furrowed eyebrows, taking his hands in yours and he inhales sharply when you squeeze his hands slightly "No-what? John, what are you talking about?"
There's frustration piling up, and he clenches his jaw looking down at your hands holding his, tenderly. He missed your touch so much. "M gonna be really blunt with ya love, cause I'm hangin' by a thread here.." you lean closer to him as you nod, and he swallows harshly.
"Why.. why don't you let me touch you anymore?" John almost whines, and you gape at him, suddenly at a loss of words. "Tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it, please just talk to me honey" he brings his hand up to cup your cheek, and you almost burst into tears as you catch the redness in his pretty blue eyes.
God, you felt terrible. Yes, you were avoiding Price, but it wasn't his fault at all. The fact that by giving him the cold shoulder because you weren't feeling too good about yourself, brought his own insecurities to the surface made your heart fall to the pit of your stomach.
"You did nothing wrong baby, I'm sorry. I haven't been feeling very.. confident in my skin lately." you said and looked down at the top of your shoes, shifting on your feet nervously. You didn't have to look at Price to know that he was looking at you with those puppy eyes of his.
"Love... I have no words.. I- why?"
Your eyebrows twitched. Why?
His hand came up to grab at your chin softly, nudging it up so you'd look at him. You felt that familiar stinging in your eyes and you blinked away the tears, clearing your throat hurriedly.
His question made your mind go blank. Why the fuck did you feel that way? "I- I don't know... I'm sorry."
"Hey, no honey, don't apologize," he cooed, nudging your temple with his cheek as he lays a kiss against your hair. "Never apologize for what you feel, ya hear?" you smile despite yourself, and nod slightly, wrapping your hands around his middle and burying your face in his neck, his hands in turn coming to rest on your waist softly.
"M just having trouble wrapping my head 'round it 'cause you're God damn perfect, honey. It breaks me that you doubt that." if John can hear how fast your heart's beating he doesn't say anything. He's too busy blinking away his own tears.
Listening to him mutter praises and sweet nothings against your ear made you realize that you should have talked to him about this earlier- cause you'd have experienced price absolutely WORSHIPPING you much much sooner<3
(sorry if this is too sappy)
simon 'ghost' riley
ghost is someone who's fighting his own demons, and that doesn't change when you guys start a relationship together
so whether you're just now starting dating and you're avoiding being touched while hugging/cuddling/sex or if you'd been in a relationship for quite some time and you suddenly change how you act with him because of that- he'll blame himself.
you best belieeeve he'll think there's something wrong with him, that somehow he did something and you finally realized that maybe he's not good enough for you- that you deserve better (yeah his whole fuckin' list of insecurities come up bro)
Everytime you'd reject his advances, even for something as small as a hug, he felt as if someone threw ice cold water down his back
so after a while he'd just stop trying fr
he'd avoid you in turn, become distant and cold
that understandably made you very upset
so now you're BOTH SAD
It was sheer luck that you managed to catch Simon just as he was leaving the kitchen, and you felt relief wash over you as you spotted him washing his mug, ready to put it away. His name left your lips before you realized it, but it went unnoticed apparently. You clenched your jaw as you watched him walk to the door, and you quickly realized that you were at your breaking point.
"Could you just wait a fucking second?"
His broad shoulders tensed as he stopped, throwing a look over his shoulder "Huh?" "Why have you been avoiding me?"
"Excuse me?!" Simon huffed out a dry laugh, whirling around to look at you, his brows drawn together. Guess he wasn't coping well either. "Why have I been avo- are you fucking kidding me?"
You shrugged, "Yeah maybe 'avoiding' isn't the right word. 'Ignoring' or acting like I'm fucking dead maybe? You planning to kill me or something? Practicing your acting skills beforehand?"
Okay yeah you were exaggerating, but who could blame you? Your boyfriend suddenly starts acting like you don't exist, what else are you supposed to think?
Ghost snarls, and strides over to you, pointing his finger at you accusingly, "Listen- if you don't want to be with me anymore, just fucking say that. Don't ignore me for weeks, and then turn that shit on me. Just say we're done and be over with it."
What the fuck?
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
He groans, hand coming up to rub at the back of his head nervously "Don't act so clueless as if you haven't rejected me each time I came even remotely close to touching you- If you're so disgusted by me, then maybe don't ask me out in the first place."
"What? No, Simon-"
"Don't. I get it."
"No, you don't get it I...fuck. Okay, yes i've been avoiding you but not because I'm disgusted by you, don't ever say that again. I've just been.. embarassed, I guess."
Now it was his turn to look at you like you've gone insane, "What for?"
"..I don't know, I mean I.. I can't help but compare myself to you- you're so.. muscle-y, and I'm just.."
"You're just what." you shiver at his authorative tone, avoiding his gaze at all costs.
"I'm.." you trail off, your hands instinctively circling around your torso, and his eyes drop down to follow the movement, his eyebrows furrowing, eyes darkening, "Y'know what nevermind. I'm sorry I've been acti-"
You snap your eyes up at the sound of his loud steps, thinking that he left the room, only to find that he was standing right in front of you, one hand coming up to caress your cheek while the other falls atop your forearm. "You scared me. I thought I lost you and you were just being dumb this whole time?"
You gape at him, slightly offended by his choice of words, "Hey-"
"You're stunning." your breath hitches at his whisper, looking up at him reluctantly, almost bursting to tears at the way he's looking at you-
"Beautiful. Prettiest woman I've ever laid my eyes on, you hear?" his other hand comes up to rest on your other cheek, cradling your face in his palms, squishing them that you're almost pouting from it-
He nudges his nose against your own, thumb tapping your bottom lip once, "Did you hear what I said?"
You swallow harshly, unable to look away from his pretty eyes, "Yes,"
"Good. You're everything to me."
johnny 'soap' mactavish
he is downright offended when he finds out let me tell you
even after how he hypes you up daily? GURL GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER YOU'RE PERFECT AS FU- okay yeah he can't yell you THAT but, he sure as hell will drill it into your brain if he has to
soap never shies away from any physical contact he can give you, whatever the time or place. he will slap, squeeze and grope to his heart's content, he's quick with it of course (don't wanna get caught now, do we?)
okay I'm getting off topic
the first and second time you had sex together, it was quick and rushed, he'd pulled you to the side and fucked you open against a wall, clothes on and all.
the third time he makes sure he treats you right, meaning he makes sure there's a bed involved LMFAO
so imagine his surprise when he turns around, butt ass naked in his room and ready to tackle you on the bed, to see that you were still wearing your shirt on.
...okay?
he's confused but doesn't question you, he thinks he'll just rip it off of you later himself
he shrugs it off like a champ, and strides over to you with a shit eating grin, walking you backwards till you fall on the bed with a soft thud. You smile back at him, but not fully. Not really. That makes his eye twitch. Something was off.
five minutes later he's holding himself upright with a palm beside your head, swallowing dryly as he stares at you with an open mouth and hazy eyes, thrusting inside of you with no promise to stop.
his eyes drop lower, and he catches sight of your nipples poking through your cotton shirt and he groans- sliding his hand under the material to bring it over your breasts and you tense suddenly, pushing his chest till he's shoved to the side, and he watches with wide eyes and a hard cock as you scramble to pull your shirt in place, chest heaving when you steal a nervous glance at him
"I-I'm sorry, can I keep this on?" your voice almost breaks when you speak and Soap is really fucking confused. "Are you cold?" his question catches you off guard and you look at him as if he's grown a second head, closing your eyes shut as he continues to speak, "I can close the window-"
"I'm not cold."
"Ah."
.
.
"Then...?" Johnny trails off and you let out a defeated sigh, "I don't want you to see me." he blinks at your hiss and you bring your knees up, hugging them close to your chest and he thinks he deserves an award for not even glancing at what he knows would be the perfect view of your glistening pussy- Get your fucking act together Johnny, ya fuckin' prick.
Soap seems to be deep in thought for a couple of seconds before his mouth parts in realization. He internally curses himself for even going there, but when he sees you shrinking to yourself, clutching your legs tighter against you, he feels sick. There's no fucking way you felt that way.
"You gotta be joking, hen." his whisper was almost pleading and you felt your chin wobble slightly and he tuts, scooting closer to you to lay a hand on your shoulder, "You can't possibly not know how perfect you are." you scoff out a laugh as you shake your head.
"I'm serious. I can't even begin to imagine why you'd even feel that way. What the fuck do you have to hide? Your stunning beauty? C'mon now." he tilts his head to try and catch your gaze but you avoid him like the plague and he shakes your shoulder back and forth playfully, successfully pulling a small laugh out of you. He decides to ignore the few stray tears that fall down your cheeks to stop his heart from breaking.
He cups your cheek softly and tilts your head up, finally making you look at him "Did someone say something? I need a target to practice on anyway-" you shake your head softly as you sniff and he licks his lips as he drops his forehead on yours,
"You trust me, right?" you nod instantly, and he mutters an okay, "And you know I'd never lie to you?" you hesitate, but nod regardless and he presses a kiss to your wet cheek, "Show me,"
You inhale sharply, and you're shivering before you even realize that you've taken your shirt off- your hands coming up to shield your breasts, as if you're not naked from the waist-down.
A chill runs down your spine as you wait, and when you hear Soap let out a shuddering breath your gaze snaps up to him. You're surprised to see the utter adoration in his eyes- looking at you as if you'd hanged the moon and stars.
His fingers shake slightly when his hands come to rest on top of yours, his eyes holding an unspoken question. Can I?
You swallow dryly, bringing your hands up to your face instead, hiding your flushed cheeks in the safety of your palms.
"Ah quit your theatrics ya fuckin' minx. Look at you." Soap hisses, his voice suddenly dropping an octave. You hear him mutter a curse, and feel him run his hands all over you- your belly, your sides, your tits-
You yelp when he pushes you flat against the sheets, and you grab at his hair when he starts to press kisses on your lower belly, "Johnny-" he groans, biting at your plush flesh, hands kneading your sides in appreciation, savoring. "You're so fuckin' beautiful- jesus fuckin' christ,"
yeah he made you feel better alright.
könig
like ghost he's a bit insecure himself. has his own issues and doubts about himself so he gets it
but still can't believe that YOU feel that way
like you and your perfect self? he gets so frustrated that he wants to punch something
how DARE you think you're not perfect, how dare you.
once he finds out how you feel he makes it his mission in life to spoil you rotten, and make you realize how incredible you are
this makes me think back to that other ask I got about him fingering you while making you look at yourself in the mirror- booooyyy
HE WOULD IN THIS SCENARIO AS WELL, I JUST KNOW IT.
he'd be so angry at you for not loving yourself LMFAOOO HE'D BE POUTING I SWEAR
man turns FERAL, it's the most dominant you've ever seen him-
he'd make you see yourself how he sees you, if it's the last thing he ever did
"Don't you dare look away, liebling," you squirm in König's hold, his hand holding your jaw, making sure you won't miss a thing as he runs his other hand aaaall over your middle, squeezing the plump flesh in his hands as he goes.
You watch Konig's face in the mirror, speechless at how dazed he looked, half-lidded eyes trailing all over your naked form- drinking in all your curves hungrily. He groans lowly, his eyes almost rolling back when he squeezes your supple skin "I can't... how can you look this good and not know it?"
"König-" you go to turn your face in order to look at him, but his hand tightens against your jaw, making you whimper and keep your head in place, "No. Look away and you'll regret it. Now, repeat what I said earlier-"
"But-"
"I won't ask again, liebling."
You give the tiniest moan when his hand snakes in between your legs, his palm cupping your pussy, nd you grind down at it needily "I-I'm beautiful.."
He hums, "And..?" his fingers gather up your slick to circle up your clit, drawing three, four tight circles on the nub before he's sliding them down again, slipping two fingers inside your pussy, thrusting them lazily in and out of your drenched cunt.
You mewl, circling your hips against the palm of his hand, loving the way it nudged your clit the slightest bit, "Jesus christ.. and g-gorgeous.."
"Mhm that's right, my love. Doubt that again and I'll make sure you won't be able to walk for a week, yeah?" he smiles at your reflection, and it would have been so innocent and almost shy if it weren't for the devious glint in his eyes.
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𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 | boyfriend's dad!cillian murphy x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | for some reason, your first instinct after the breakup was to talk to his parents; maybe because you'd come sort of uniquely close to them, for a relatively short relationship. you might not have gone to their house if you'd known you'd find mr. murphy there alone...
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 4k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (18+ ONLY!! unprotected sex, creampie, oral m and f receiving), age gap (reader's age unspecified, cillian is 45+), hurt/comfort (but, you know, sexual comfort), infidelity, slight manipulation/coercion since the reader is very vulnerable at the time, somewhat inexperienced reader, degradation and praise, a little bit of breathplay, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia?, reader is slightly implied to be an immigrant/foreigner
note: yes I use his real name but this is just fiction and not meant to have anything to do with the real cillian murphy or his life/family so please keep that in mind!
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He had a smile on his face as he opened the door and greeted you, but it fell instantly when he saw you biting down on your quivering lip, looking down to hide how red and watery your eyes were.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, voice heavy with concern as he reached out and rubbed your shoulder. "Oh, god— come in, come in— what's going on?"
He ushered you into the house, shutting the door behind you and wrapping his arm around you as you sniffled. "I-I'm sorry—" you began instantly.  “I thought— I don’t know why I even came here…”
But, actually, you sort of did.  You’d been wanting to talk to Cillian’s wife, hoping for some motherly advice, until he answered the door and you abruptly remembered she was in England on business for a week or something.  And you couldn’t exactly show up on somebody’s doorstep crying and say ‘oh, sorry, I thought your wife would be home— I’ll come back in a few days’.
You weren’t disappointed by running into him instead, really, you just felt a little weirder about it.  The two of you had never actually been alone before.
"Don't apologise," he soothed, "it's okay, just tell me what's happened. Are you alright?"
"Yeah," you sighed, trying to compose yourself a bit as he guided you to sit on the couch with him. "Yeah, I'm okay, I just... um, well, it's sort of stupid—"
"I'm sure it's not," he offered with a small laugh, "if it's got you this worked up."
"We, um... I think we broke up?"
"What?" he breathed, knitting his eyebrows together— he cared more than you expected... but it sort of made sense, Mr. Murphy had always made you feel welcome here. Mrs. Murphy too, maybe ina different way. Yes, it's bizarre to respond to being dumped by going to visit the guy's parents, you needed a sort of... mature, familial presence right now while you were so far from your own.
You took him through the whole drama as efficiently as possible, trying to regulate your crying so he could actually attempt to make out what you were saying. He listened thoughtfully, perhaps with too much attention compared to what you expected— after all, this was stupid college drama and he was so much more mature than all that. Still, you appreciated a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on.
"And, uh, that's how he ended it," you finished with a sigh, sniffling as you recalled the heartbreaking conversation. "He basically told me that he's too young to be stuck with one person, and he needs to 'explore his options'..."
"Then he's an idiot," Cillian groaned, "and I hate to say that about my own son— but he's a fuckin' idiot."
"Well," you mumbled, "I don't know— I thought maybe he had a point. I mean, we're pretty young..."
"But look at you, honey," he offered pityingly, "you can't tell me this is what you wanted."
"No, but—"
"And yes, you're young," he added, "but not too young— not if it's real."
You bit your lip to stop it from shaking any more, and he cooed at you gently as he reached up to rub your shoulder.  
“Poor girl,” he breathed.  “Honestly, I always… well, maybe I shouldn’t say it now…”
You looked up at him expectantly, and he smiled nervously as he glanced away.
“Well… I guess I always thought that you could do better,” he admitted with a soft laugh, “but, you know, I didn’t want to say anything, of course.  He was lucky to have you, and I just hoped he would treat you right, but…”
“I thought I was the lucky one,” you replied with a thin smile and another little sniffle.  “He could be really sweet, you know— he used to be.  And I always thought he was, uh, sort of… you know, out of my league.”
“Oh, honey, no,” Cillian frowned, moving his hand up to your face and holding your cheek, wiping a small tear away with his thumb.  “You’re gorgeous.”
You laughed awkwardly, not sure what to think— or how to think— with him looking at you like that.  “I… I don’t know, you’re sweet, but—”
“No, really,” he assured, and only when you met his gaze did you realise how close he was.  You wouldn’t call it too close, only because it didn’t bother you like you knew it should.  “You’re so beautiful.”
You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing actually came out… there was nothing to say.  He was coming closer, you knew it, and you wanted to reach up to stop him just as much as you wanted to shut your eyes and give into it.  You ended up sort of splitting the difference: you rested your hands on his shoulders, but didn’t push him away, and gasped slightly just before he kissed you.  Even a second of resistance could’ve given you some plausible deniability, but no, you fluttered your eyes shut and kissed him back; it didn’t help that you could feel how warm and strong he was through the t-shirt, holding on tighter to his shoulders with a hum.
His hands wandered to your waist, pulling you into him— and you were like putty, embarrassingly enough. With him kissing you like that, you really couldn’t do anything but let him pull you around wherever he wanted.  His lips were soft and gentle, his tongue teased you so carefully, and he even sighed against your skin in the sweetest way… you were totally helpless already.  
Sure, some part of you knew how fucking bizarre this was— that you were kissing Mr. Murphy, your boyfriend’s dad— well… ex-boyfriend’s.  You weren’t blind, you noticed how attractive he was when you met him, but you’d managed to successfully ignore it since then.  It made sense, after all, since the first thing you’d noticed about your boyfriend was his good looks… but Mr. Murphy was handsome in a totally different way.  Strong and broad— not especially massive or anything, still a lean guy— with thin streaks of grey in his hair, a patient sort of smile, subtle wrinkles around his eyes that added a sense of wisdom to his expression… really, he was a bit more of your type.  But that was something you had forced yourself not to acknowledge— until now.
You sat up slightly, holding onto his neck, breathing in sharply through your nose as you kissed him back a little harder.  You could feel him smiling— god, even just that made you feel so desperate— and he even moaned ever-so-quietly when you ran your fingers through his hair.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathed against your lips, breaking away just enough to make you open your eyes— his lashes seemed especially long as he looked down at your legs curled up on the couch (and his hands petting them slowly.  “You haven’t been treated properly for a long time, have you?”
You whined in the back of your throat involuntarily as you nodded— how could he see right through you like that?  It wasn’t like it was bad with your ex, it was just… not good.  Not enough.  You wanted to feel wanted, not used— not a means to an end.
“Will you let me?” he asked softly, breathing beside your ear on his way in to kiss your neck.  You gasped, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close, head falling back to give him as much of you as he wanted.  His tongue was fucking fiendish, the way he used it to tickle along your pulse, the sharpness of his teeth making you jolt only for him to soothe you with his plush lips.
“Yes,” you panted, “fuck— I, god, I can’t believe we’re doing this…”
He laughed a little.  “I can,” he admitted.  “All I could fucking think about since I met you…”
That surprised you— you’d never noticed anything that would’ve made you think he thought of you that way… but knowing that he, apparently, had made a shiver run up your spine.
He certainly hid it well, playing the part of the slightly-embarrassing dad and polite husband so well that you never would’ve known… oh god, his wife.  You didn’t want to think of her now, yet the unavoidable memory stirred arousal alongside guilt in your gut.  You had no idea you were this sort of person— but you weren’t really operating logically right now, anyway.
He held your face again as he pulled back, petting your cheek— it made you feel especially juvenile when he did that, holding your chin to examine you.  This wasn’t really the ideal state for you to be looked at, in your opinion, with you having been crying all evening.  But he looked amazed by you, even if it was just for a moment before he looked down at your body and smirked.
“Take this off,” he instructed, tugging at your shirt slightly.  You thought it would’ve been a little more romantic if he helped you out of it, but it was alternatively a bit sexier that he was just going to sit back and watch you strip for him.  It must have been his way of demonstrating his power over you, that you were just going to take it off and toss it aside without question.  Which, of course, you did.
He smiled proudly at the sight, and before you could even get your bra off, he started to carefully tease you through it— fingers running around the edge, moving the straps off your shoulders, tickling up your sides as you shifted nervously on the couch.  
“Look’t that,” he whispered proudly, and you took a second to realise that he was referring to your nipples getting hard enough to poke visibly through the fabric; you felt self-conscious all of a sudden, even if he was clearly enjoying what he was seeing.  “So needy, huh?”
“Y-yeah,” you admitted, whining when he reached inside the cups and ran his fingers over your breasts— they usually weren’t so sensitive.  “Fuck,” you breathed, shutting your eyes as a way to try to escape his gaze.  “I… I need you.”
“Fuck, baby, don’t talk like that,” he groaned, “m’gonna try to take my time with you— how am I supposed to do that if you say such lovely things?”
His lips were on your neck again— and he was leaning you back, laying you down under him, tugging your shorts down with a bit more urgency than he’d had before.
When you were basically naked— or at least, your bra and panties pushed out of the way enough that he could see what he needed to— he purred at the sight, grinning as you hastily undressed yourself the rest of the way.  
"Of course he couldn't appreciate this," Cillian sighed, baring his teeth just a bit. "Of course he couldn't appreciate a perfect fucking body like this— a perfect little pussy like this..."
You were about to open your mouth to say something, though you hadn't even decided yet what it would be, but only a low moan came out when he held your legs open and dove between them, humming as he lapped at your clit. You couldn't imagine why you were so sensitive, but your whole body was shaking already just from the gentlest motions of his tongue...
"Fuck," he said, muffled against your skin, before he pulled back enough to bite playfully on your thigh. "Fuck, darling, you taste delicious. Christ. You're too perfect..."
He devoured you again, exploring all over you with his tongue as your thighs kept instinctively clamping down on his head. He kept looking up at you through it all, even when you couldn't stand to meet his gaze and had to arch your back from the pleasure. "Fuck!" you yelped, grabbing tightly onto his hair. "Fuck, Mr. Murphy, I— oh, god..."
"He never made you come like this, did he?" Cillian realised with a groan, nearly growling when you shook your head. "Has anyone?"
"N-no," you shakily admitted, and he moaned around you as he suckled harder on your clit for a moment until you whined loudly.
"Oh, poor thing," he cooed, "how could anyone taste this sweet cunt of yours, and not want to spend hours between your legs?"
He didn’t need to spend hours, though— the taboo nature of the situation seemed to turn your body into overdrive, making you so sensitive and desperate… or maybe that was just the effect he had on you, but it was hard to say.
The point is, all too soon, you were shivering under him, back arching up off the couch, holding on tightly to his hair.  He hummed approvingly, even moaning against you as he slid his tongue inside; he must have been able to feel you pulsing, moving closer and closer to the edge, because he shut his eyes tight and seemed to focus harder and pushing you further until you couldn’t take anymore.
“Fuck, fuck!” you sobbed, thighs shaking around his head; there really was no exploration to it, no teasing, he just went right in and expertly played you like he’d done this a thousand times.  Maybe he had… but, obviously, he’d never done it to you.  Were you that easy to solve?
Obviously, that question suddenly became the last thing on your mind as your orgasm wracked through you.  He growled encouragingly, still keeping his pace, but you could barely hear it past the ringing in your ears— and your own cries of his name, of course.
He only broke away when your squirms turned into real avoidance: you could only take so much, especially with him suckling on your clit like that.
You were almost nervous to open your eyes again— and you were right, he looked so gorgeous between your legs, obviously smug with having just made you come, it was nearly criminal.
“Is it really that easy to make you come, honey?” he laughed, petting your legs sweetly as he pulled back, looking up at you with a proud grin.  “That’s so fucking cute, baby…”
As he sat up again, wiping the slick off his mouth with the back of his hand, you got this weird, clingy feeling— wanting to chase him even just as he barely moved away.  
But he’d sat up for a reason, and you started to realise it when you sat up, too, and noticed the thick bulge in his jeans.
"Why don't you show me what you can do, sweetheart?" he encouraged with a smile, opening his belt for you. "I'm sure you've learned a thing or two..."
Though you still felt terribly nervous about it, you leaned forward towards his lap. Would it be awful to admit your mouth watered when he freed his cock from his jeans and boxers, holding it out for you as a little bead of precum formed at the tip?
"Show me, baby," he whispered again, "and look up at me."
You nervously blinked up at him, meeting his gaze from his lap, as you wrapped your lips around his swollen head. He bit his lip right away and reached up to hold onto your hair, groaning as you swirled your tongue.
"Fuck," he smirked, "you're sort of a tease, aren't you?"
You weren't trying to be, really, but it didn't sound like he minded too much...
"Oh, fuck," he moaned deeply, making you pulse inside as he tilted his head back. "Fuck, baby, that's good— your mouth is so fucking warm..."
He gasped and panted as he held your head, guiding it to bob just a little faster than you had been moving. "Sweetheart," he choked, "you're so fucking good... fuck!"
The praise made your chest fill with warmth, even if there was still some part of your brain that was recovered enough from the orgasm to remember how horrible this all was.  It was horrible, but perfect— and feeling his cock throb against your tongue was perfect, too.
You’d never been told you were so good at this before, but he kept moaning and petting your head encouragingly, whispering the most wonderful and filthy things.  “Just like that, honey,” he cooed, “mm— pretty thing… knew that mouth of yours would feel so fuckin’ good… just keep sucking my cock, sweetheart.”
That you did— harder and faster, stroking what your mouth couldn’t fit, moaning softly around him.  As you tried to take it deeper, desperate to please him, you gagged on his thick head.
“God, it’s so cute when you choke on it, baby,” he chuckled.  “Do it again.”
This time it was almost too much, but he held your head down and groaned deeply.  It would’ve bothered you more— not being able to breathe— if he didn’t sound so sexy right then…
Thankfully, he pulled you off just in time, making you yelp as he held you by your hair— only to kiss you hard, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.  Moaning, you melted into his arms, and let him guide you to straddle his lap.  Feeling his jeans against your thighs and his shirt against your chest made your heart skip.
He took another long look at you when he broke away, a new darkness in his bright eyes.
“You’re so sexy,” he laughed softly, running his hands over your nude form and raising a brow as he watched goosebumps break out over your skin.  “God, I need to be inside you…”
You bit down on your lip but it didn’t do much to suppress your whimper; lifting yourself up a bit, you grasped his cock and slid it through your folds, guiding him to your entrance.  
You both gasped when he slipped inside, even when it was the slightest penetration— his whole head wasn’t in yet, and you just knew it would stretch you more than you were used to.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned loudly, tilting his head back, “you’re so wet, sweetheart…”
Lowering yourself, you took in a shaky breath, whining slightly as he opened you up one inch at a time... and each one seemed somehow thicker than the last. His fingers seemed to dig deeper into the skin at your hips and ass the lower that you sank onto him.
You could barely believe that you took it all; that you relaxed into his lap fully even when you feared being split in half by how thick he was.  “Oh my god,” you blurted out, operating on instinct as you started to move— grinding back and forth, desperate for friction despite having been satisfied by his incredible mouth just a few minutes ago.
"Fuck, there you go," he encouraged with a growl, looking down at your hips rocking in his lap. "Ride me, just like that— fuck, ride my cock, little fuckin' whore..."
You whimpered at the insult, holding tighter onto his shoulders, but it only made you move faster. "S-so... so deep, Mr. Murphy," you whimpered.
"Yeah? You can take it," he promised darkly, holding tighter onto your waist as he dropped his head back with a low groan. "God, you're tight— fuck."
You gasped as he bucked his hips up, creating more pressure against your over-sensitive clit. "Oh, fuck," you breathed, struggling to cope with all the sensations he was giving you.
Both of you settled on the right pace, and he switched between resting his head back against the couch (giving you a nice view of his gorgeous neck, how could just a neck be so sexy?!) and looking down to watch you go.  “So fuckin’ cute,” he praised— though you were sort of surprised to hear him describe you that way at a time like this.  “So needy, honey… you want more, don’t you?  You wanna go even faster.”
Now that he said it: yeah, you did.  You bounced up and down, your moans coming out all shaky and uneven because of the movement, and he grinned proudly.
His hands wandered up from your waist to your chest, groping you eagerly as you gasped out his name in response.  “Love these tits of yours,” he informed you, sounding oddly sweet for how dirty of a compliment it was.  “Took everything in me not to stare at them when you’d come over for dinner… see what you do to me, sweetheart?  Haven’t felt this desperate since I was your age.”
Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing, reminding you of how much older he was at a time like this.  He purred when he felt you clench on him, obviously affected by the comment.
“Should’ve known you’d give in right away,” he went on, softening his voice to nearly a whisper as he watched you move with heavy eyes; you angled your hips back and moaned louder, his cock rubbing against just the right spot every time now.  “Hungry little thing like you— now I wish I hadn’t waited so long.  We could’ve been doing this the whole time… I could’ve shown you how much better it can be, when somebody really takes care of you.”
Whimpering, you felt another heady pang inside you— if he kept talking like that, you wouldn’t be able to keep your head on straight… then again, the fact that you were here proved that you were less stable than you thought.
“Faster, sweetheart,” he ordered again suddenly.  “I wanna see how desperate you can get.”
You furrowed your brows together, almost pouting, but did exactly what he wanted— you wondered if you looked as pathetic as you sounded, riding him recklessly, chasing another peak even when it took all of your strength in those shaking legs.
He grabbed you by the jaw and guided you into another desperate kiss— all teeth and tongue and low moans.  “Good fucking girl,” he snarled.  “Good little slut.”
“Fuck,” you panted, moving faster.  “Fuck, I’m close—”
“I know, honey,” he cooed, nodding as he moved his hand down to your neck.  “Show me how bad you need it, sweetheart.  Let me see it, I wanna see you come for me.”
Tossing your head back, you cried out his name again— why did you always do that when you came?— and felt it overtake you.  It was even heavier than the last one, even more numbing and draining, and you didn’t even notice how hard you were digging your nails into his shoulders.
When your body failed and you came to a shaky stop, he didn’t give you much time to catch your breath: he grabbed you tight, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder, and began to buck his hips up into you quickly.
“Oh my god, oh my god!” you whined, overwhelmed by the feeling, holding onto him tightly just to have something to keep you grounded.
“Fuck, m’gonna come inside you,” he warned with a growl.  “Gonna fill you, baby, you’ll be so fuckin’ full of my come—”
You sobbed and buried your face in his neck, starting to cry again for a completely different reason than before.
“Tell me you want it,” he ordered, speaking roughly right against your ear.
“F-fuck, I want it,” you gasped, “I want you to come— fuck— come inside me—”
He choked out a few more swears, he held you tight enough that you started to imagine what his bruises would look like on you tomorrow, and with a low groan of your name, it all suddenly slowed to a stop.  You moaned weakly when you felt his cock flexing against your walls, even more heat pooling inside you.  With what little energy you had left, you softly kissed his neck— until he seemed to come back to reality and pushed you back enough to be face-to-face with you again.  
You realised suddenly that you were still sort of crying from the intensity of it all, and got nervous with him staring at you like that.  “I’m sorry,” you sniffled as you wiped your face.
“Don’t apologise,” he told you again, moving your hands away so he could look at you himself.  “Besides, you look even cuter when you cry.”
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