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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 8

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Warnings: Smut, Sy overthinking, PTSD, meeting the grandparents (Nana is a warning herself 😜) language.

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Part 7

We head to bed later that night and I start removing my clothes.

“I normally sleep naked. I can put some boxers on if you want me too.” I say. I don’t know why it feels awkward but getting naked in front of each other just to go to sleep feels a little embarrassing all of the sudden. I’m reminded that we really haven’t known each other for more than a few days and even though I feel things for her that I haven’t felt in years this is moving awfully fast. I’m used to one-night stands that I don’t see again after we’ve had sex and I dip out.

Emma chuckles at my sudden hesitation. “Bear, I’m more than fine with you sleeping naked. Can I borrow that shirt I wore this morning to sleep in so I won’t get cold?” She asks and I immediately hand her my red DILLIGAF shirt. She has no idea how much I wore that shirt while deployed after Mark and Jenn sent it to me for my birthday one year. It’s easily my favorite and typically I’d never let a woman wear it for fear of not getting it back, but Emma looks sensational in it and I love seeing it. She removes her clothes before sliding it on and going to the bathroom to brush her teeth. The edge of the shirt rides up when she spits out her toothpaste and I’m instantly horny again. Gosh, she’s perfect. I’m feeling more confident tonight after sleeping so well with her next to me last night and hope I don’t have any nightmares. We climb into bed and she immediately snuggles against my chest while intertwining our legs together. I start playing with strands of her hair as the dogs settle in their beds on the floor.

“I’m going to have to tell my parents about Colin tomorrow. They’re going to freak. Especially my dad.”

“Why’s that? He’s arrested, won’t they feel better about him being in custody?”

“Maybe for the next day or so. When he got out of it the first time, he was angrier than he had been the night he broke in. He was going around town starting rumors about me and telling people that I was going to pay for giving him a criminal record. Unfortunately, he didn’t say it to me directly so it wasn’t considered a threat by law enforcement. My dad basically begged me to move home so that I wasn’t alone but I wasn’t going to do that. I’m a thirty-two-year-old woman with a successful job and can take care of myself. If I moved back home, the fear would overtake me and I don’t think I’d ever fully move on. I’d just be stuck there in the town that constantly gossiped and I just couldn’t live like that, you know?”

“Makes sense. Ya gotta move forward.”

“Exactly. Dad always worried that I was running away from my problems, rather than seeing it as a new beginning for me to live the life that I want too. I just worry that he’ll panic and try to convince me that moving back is the only way I’ll be safe from Colin.”

“I’ve never been a parent so I certainly can’t say what I would do in his shoes, but he loves you and just wants to protect you. Sometimes parents think sheltering us like they did when we were kids is the only way to protect us. He’ll come to the realization that you’re a grown woman who wants to make her own decisions and live the way she chooses. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to give up control over someone you’ve cared for their whole life, but I’m sure he’ll come around in time. Has he been out here to visit?”

“He came with me the week I bought the house. I had toured it the same week I applied for the veterinarian position and loved it so I brought him back before closing. We stayed at the hotel in town and basically toured the town for three days before he headed back. He wanted to help me move but I wouldn’t allow him. He’s got a bad back and I don’t need him injuring himself. I can fortunately afford movers so that’s what I did. I promised my parents they could come visit in a few weeks once I got the guest bedroom in working order. I still need to go buy a bed for that room, come to think of it.”

“Mmm, that’s real nice darlin’. I’m sure you’ll love having them come visit ya.”

“It’ll be nice but I’m sure I’ll get an earful about Colin showing up. I still can’t figure out how he found me.”

“I don’t know, but we’ve done all the necessary measures to keep you safe and secure. You can always call me if you’re worried and I’ll be there in ten minutes or less. Just promise me you won’t confront him again without me or police there alright?”

“Oh, I have no plans to confront him at all, but I promise.” She says with a sleepy smile.

“Let’s go to sleep, Sugar. It’s been a hell of a day.”

“Mmm… Goodnight Sy.”

“Night beautiful.”

After another great night of sleep, I wake around five am and see Emma sprawled out on the bed beside me. The sky is starting to get lighter which casts just enough ambient light on to her sleeping form. Emma lays on her stomach with her arms tucked under the pillow. My navy-blue sheet is draped delicately across her bare bottom and her flawless back is exposed. At some point in her sleep, she has rucked my red t-shirt up so high that I can see the sides of her breasts poking out of it against the mattress. Her long hair is sprawled out beside her on the pillow and her lips are parted with delicate breaths escaping her soft mouth. She looks so youthful and relaxed. She is an absolute art form. This is truly the type of muse that artists create masterpieces about and I have it right here in my bed. Me, just a good old military boy who does construction for a living. I don’t feel like I even belong in her presence at times. She’s so intelligent and articulated, while I fear I sometimes sound like a hick next to her. Yet, she still looks at me as if I hung the stars and I truly don’t know how I can keep from messing this up. I want to pause this moment of pure bliss, and prolong it because I know from experience that all good things must come to an end. In my life, love is fleeting and I don’t want her to be a distant memory. I lay there staring at her and silently chuckle as I watch her scowl and scrunch her nose at what must be an unsatisfying dream. Everything she does is so endearing. I guess that’s how it’s supposed to be early on in a relationship, however, I’ve never experienced someone this perfect in my whole life. Even with my past relationships, there were little signs or red flags that I simply overlooked or placated because everyone has annoying habits. I swear, this girl could slap me in the face and I’d probably ask her to do it again. Pussy whipped. That’s what I’ve become. If only the boys could see me now, they’d never let me hear then end of it. Their no bull-shit Captain head over heels in love…LOVE!? Surely, I can’t be in love. I barely know her. It’s too soon, too fast and we each have too much baggage for things to go this smoothly. I’m just not used to spending so much time with a particular woman. Now, I guess I just enjoy my time with her until the other shoe drops. Hopefully, I won’t be completely crushed in the end. God, what was I thinking inviting her to Nana’s house? It’ll crush the ole’ folks when this goes sour.

I lay there as my mind continues to race knowing that I won’t go back to sleep. This is when I usually wake up and I’ve been more than lucky to have slept two nights in a row without having nightmares. I’d be tempting fate to try and push for anymore. My brain continues to spiral as I lay there watching her sleep. She’s so peaceful and I smirk when she suddenly flips onto her back and her arms stretch out in search for something while her eyes remain closed. Her nose scrunches once again and I realize it’s me that she’s looking for when her hand caresses my chest and goes limp again. I gaze at that sexy little belly ring and then my thoughts go further away from my worries about how much I am or will screw this up and get a bit dirtier. My arm rests behind my head as I gently turn to my side and take in her form. Her face is turned away from me now, but her breasts are just barely concealed in my shirt. Once again, I wish I was an artist because I would find a way to capture this image forever. My phone is across the room on my dresser, and I’m not sure how she would feel about me taking a photo of her so exposed. Technically, she’s covered but only barely. I’ll have to settle to committing this image to memory. Her skin looks so soft and smooth and I have to force myself not to touch her. By seven am, I’ve decided that the perfect way to wake her up and start my morning is by licking on her sweet little peach. I slowly descend under the sheet which is quite a feat for a man of my size. Luckily, her legs are naturally spread but not quite enough to accommodate my large shoulder width. I gently spread them wider thinking she’ll wake but she doesn’t. I lay on my stomach like a sniper with half of my body hanging off of the bed and gently like a stripe up her center. She doesn’t move. How can she sleep so deeply? I spread her lips with my fingers and start softly making out with her petals. Suddenly, she starts to squirm and when my lips close around her little pearl and suck, her eyes fly open and down at me. Her hands quickly reach for my head and she moans loudly.

“OH FUCK! Austin! Holy shit!” I smile against her as I continue my assault on her body. I slide my middle finger into her tight channel and she mewls as I curl it inside her.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” She praises as her hips buck in rhythm to the pace my now two fingers have set inside her.

“Mmm. You taste so good. Best pussy I’ve ever had.” I speak against her sensitive skin.

“That feels so good! I’m… ahhh! I’m gonna cum!” She admonishes and moments later she comes with a squeal and flourish of arousal against my face.

I continue to softly lick her and kiss her core and her thighs as she regains control of her breathing.

“I’ve never been woken up before like that. God, that was incredible.” Emma says as. I caress my way up her body.

“You were sleeping so hard, I worried you were going to sleep through it. I hope it was okay that I did that.” I tell her starting to second guess myself.

“That was more than okay. Thank you, baby. It was incredible.” She assures me and caresses my jaw. I kiss her softly and soon our kisses become heated and rough. I groan when Emma pushes against my chest and straddles me. Her core is leaking wet arousal against my abdomen as her hands roam around my body. Emma pushes her pussy against my stiff cock and begins sliding it through her folds. I swear I could come just from this. She leans back and removes my shirt from her so that I can see her entire body in the sunlight that peaks from behind the curtains and it is the most amazing view. I reach forward and stroke her full breasts in each hand and push them together so that I can bring them towards my awaiting mouth. While sucking on her perfect tits, Emma lifts herself up, takes ahold of my dick and presses it into the opening of her pussy. We both moan aloud as she inches her way down my shaft.

“Fuck, darlin’! You’re sucking me in so good.” I grunt. When I’m buried to the hilt, I still for only a second before she is lifting off of me and slamming back down. This is going to be rough and reckless. I concede control (something I rarely do) so that I can take in the captivating image of Emma taking over and chasing her pleasure. The way the sunlight shines above and through her hair make her look ethereal and angelic. Watching her suck her bottom lip into her mouth and softly whimper as she works herself on my rod is something I never want to forget.

“Damn, you look so perfect riding me, Sugar.”

“You’re the best ride I’ve ever been on, Captain Syverson.” She smirks. I notice her slowing and seemingly getting frustrated that she can’t move as fast as she wants with how wide her legs are spread to accommodate me in between them, so I decide to help her out. I trail my hands from her breasts down to her hips and hold tightly before pumping myself up into her.

“Oh!” She startles and smiles as I do it again. I slam into her from underneath and she grips onto my biceps as she hangs on for the ride. I stretch my large hands and while still holding onto her hips, I thumb her clit and she keens.

“Mmm, baby! That feels so good! You fuck me so good!” She screams and I feel her cunt flutter around me and know she’s close. I use my other hand to grab ahold of her hair and bring her down for a filthy kiss that I continue when her orgasm explodes around me. I flip her over so that I’m on top and take advantage of the absolute vice grip that she has me in to chase my own release. After maybe ten more thrusts, I’m seeing stars as I pump my load into her womb. I gently relax my weight against her, not allowing myself to fully relax so I don’t crush her and lay there for a moment to catch my breath. Emma’s fingers scratch across my back and I’m tempted to fall asleep like this. I pull out of her and flip to my back and she cuddles up against me. Before I realize it, my eyes are closed and I’m drifting off.

I wake up to the smell of coffee and… bacon? I glance and see that the side of the bed next to me is empty and my red DILLIGAF shirt is missing. I’m still laid out on top of the covers completely nude where I must’ve fallen back asleep. Damn, this woman is a magician at getting me to sleep. I shouldn’t tell her that, because I’m sure it would come out wrong and be considered an insult but I’ve never slept this well with a woman. Emma’s bag is still sitting on the chair in my bedroom. I yawn as I get up and shove on some boxers and running shorts. I notice both dogs are no longer in my bedroom so she must have them with her. I take care of my needs in the bathroom and brush my teeth before checking my phone on the dresser. It’s after nine am. I ease my way down the stairs where I find Emma wearing nothing but my t-shirt, singing softly, hands covered in flour as she uses a drinking glass to cut biscuits out of dough and lays them on a pan. The dogs are patiently begging for scraps and could care less about my arrival to the entrance of the kitchen.

“Well, ain’t this a feast for the eyes.” I say to Emma and she immediately looks up and smirks. Her hair is pulled back in one of those messy buns and tendrils are still scattered around her face and damn, if I wasn’t imagining a life with her right now. Fuck me, she is something else entirely.

“Mmm.. good morning sleepy head. I figured you’d earned yourself a nap so I’d get started making breakfast. You know that snack bag I brought last night had all the ingredients needed for my homemade biscuits. Hope you’re okay with those, with some jam or honey, bacon, and scrambled eggs. I figured I could make yourself a bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwich with the leftovers for tomorrow. I also hope you don’t mind that I took over your kitchen.” She says a little embarrassed as she gestures with her hands and looks at the flour coated counter.

“Sugar, ain’t nothing you do is going to bother me. This is quite the treat, so thank ya. How can I help?”

“Nothing for you to do. Just get yourself a cup of coffee and relax. I’m finding my way around just fine. I do need to take you to the store sometime and buy you some kitchen utensils. How in the world do you not have a whisk anywhere in this kitchen?”

“Not much for straying outside of the ten or twelve meals I’m good at cooking. Never needed one.” I tell her as I go to get my coffee. I lean down and place a kiss on her lips followed by a smack to her cute little ass that’s covered by my shirt.

“Shirt looks real good on you, Princess.”

“Oh, Princess is new. I like that but not as much as Sugar or Darlin’.” She giggles.

“I thought you said Sugar made you feel like Mrs. Clayton’s yorkie?” I arch my brow at her.

“Not anymore. All it makes me think of now is you and your perfect eyes looking at me.” I smile at her over my cup of coffee.

I’m obsessed with every moment of this domestic bliss. I watch Emma perfectly at home in my kitchen, cooking for me and I swear I feel something akin to butterflies in my stomach.

We eat her breakfast and I easily concede that her biscuits are the best I’ve ever tasted and I make her swear not to tell my Nana that I said that. Southern woman can be real protective of their cooking and there ain’t no sense in starting a feud. We spend the rest of the morning cuddling on the couch watching a movie.

Midday, we get ourselves ready, the dogs loaded up, and head on over to my grandparent’s house for lunch at one in the afternoon. This has become a tradition about two years ago to spend Sunday lunch at their house after they get home and settled from church.

I typically wear my athletic lounge clothes to these lunches but Emma insists on wearing a sundress to make a good impression so I clean up a bit as well. I smile at the thought of her wanting to impress my grandparents.

We make our way up to the porch and I head on inside the unlocked door without knocking.

“Nana? PawPaw?” I holler as we enter the foyer of their home. Aika immediately heads straight for the kitchen since she knows Nana is a pushover for treats and Mills follows enthusiastically.

“Kitchen!” My PawPaw answers.

“I hope it’s alright that I brought company.” I announce as we round the corner into the entryway of the kitchen which memories fill my childhood.

“Oh my god! I’m so glad you brought her! The date must’ve gone better than you told me!” My Nana immediately begins to chirp and I brought my hand over my face as Emma giggles.

“Hi, I’m Emma. I hope it’s okay that Austin brought me; I’ve heard so many good things about you both.” She says as she extends a hand to my PawPaw and then is forced into a hug by my overzealous grandmother.

“Oh, sweetheart! I’m so glad you’re here. Austin told me you were beautiful but you are just stunning!” Nana flutters and I shake my head in laughable exasperation.

“Nice to see you too, Nana.” I say and she puts her hands on her hips and gives me a look like she’ll scold me in front of everyone.

“Well get over here and give me a hug then, Grumpy Butt!” I roll my eyes but then give my Nana a hug and then one to my PawPaw who discreetly smacks my shoulder and congratulates me for landing such a beautiful woman.

“This is Mills.” I say as I scoop up the little garbage disposal who is searching desperately for any crumbs by my grandmother’s stove.

“Aren’t you just a sweetie! Now look at me little fella, here are the rules. No pottying inside the house, and no chewing on my furniture. Oh and don’t go chasing my chickens in the yard. Got that little man?” She asks as if he’ll answer and then reaches for the dog treat container she keeps on her counter for Aika.

“Nana, he’s a puppy. He’s definitely going to at least chase the chickens. Let him have a little fun.” I coax as Mills squirms in my arms in an attempt to get closer to the little grey-haired woman holding up a bacon flavored dog bone.

“Not after I bribe him with treats! Isn’t that right, angel baby?” She coos as she gives him the treat and one to Aika who barely even chews it. I set Mills down on the floor and quickly realize I might not reach the top three favorite people for Mills after my grandparents and Emma are through with him.

“It smells delicious in here, could you use any help?” Emma offers while gesturing to the food my grandmother has been preparing for us.

“Oh, honey that would be delightful. Would you mind setting the table? The place settings are there and the plates are in this cabinet here. Austin, why don’t you and PawPaw go take the pups out for a bathroom break before we eat?” Nana essentially shoos us out the door. I give Emma a look that says, ‘I’m sorry for her’ before I follow PawPaw out. Emma giggles and gets started setting the table as I hear Nana already telling Emma to call them Nana and PawPaw before beginning her round of twenty questions. This is going to be a long lunch.

After we make it back inside and I ensure Emma is relatively unscathed from Nana’s well-meaning yet intrusive interrogation, we sit down and relish an enjoyable meal getting to know Emma and catching up about everyone’s week. After we eat, Emma offers to help clean up the kitchen but is kindly denied by my grandmother who insists I take her on a tour of the farm.

“How bad was it?” I ask.

“It wasn’t bad! I’m kind of in love with your grandparents. Your Nana is hilarious.” Oh god, Nana must’ve not filtered herself at all. I love that about her but there is no telling what came out of that woman’s mouth.

“How embarrassed should I be then?”

“Not at all. Unless you count the story where she told me about you ripping the butt of your new pants while helping your PawPaw repair the cow fence and she stitched them back together while you were still in them.”Jesus Christ.

“Okay, in my defense, I was ten and they didn’t have any clothes here that would fit for me to wear while she fixed them. PawPaw needed help before the rain came in that next day.” Emma laughs and grabs my hand while intertwining our fingers.

“I think it’s cute. I love how much time you spent here as a kid. Both of my grandparents passed away when I was eight, so my memories with them, while still loving and wonderful, are few.”

“Did she beg you to marry me and have my babies before I die old and alone?” I ask somewhat joking but turn serious when I look at Emma’s face.

“Not exactly. She did say that she thought we were perfect together and would make beautiful babies.” She declares with a pink tint to her cheeks.

“Can’t say I’d disagree with that, but I’m so sorry if she made you uncomfortable.” We stop at the edge of one of the fences and look out at the cows and I decide to hug her from behind. She relaxes in my embrace as I take a whiff of her floral scent.

“She didn’t. It’s clear how much she adores you and I love that she was so welcoming and kind to me.”

“Thanks for coming with me today.” I kiss her temple.

“Thank you for inviting me… and for everything this weekend. It’s been amazing. I’m almost sad for it to end.” She whispers.

“Me too, Sugar. I’m not going anywhere though.” She nods and looks out at the cow pasture.

When we head back inside, Emma excuses herself to the restroom where Nana ambushes me.

“Oh, Austin. We love her! She is just smitten with you and I’m so glad you both met. She didn’t tell me much about her past, but I can tell that girl has been heartbroken before but she is falling for you. The way she looked at you during lunch just made my heart flutter. Even PawPaw noticed.” She says while pointing to my very taciturn grandfather who didn’t say much even on his most talkative days.

“Don’t scare her away with all of that, Nana. It’s only been a weekend. I do like her and plan to see her again though.”

“Well praise Jesus!” Nana says with her arms thrown dramatically in the air. I glance at PawPaw who just wears his signature smirk at her dramatics and gives me a wink. Emma returns and after we eat a slice of apple pie that Nana made, we start making our way to the front door.

“Now Emma dear, you come back here and visit anytime. Even if my grandson doesn’t offer, you come back and have some dinner with us one day, ya hear?” Emma giggles and I can’t help but chuckle at Nana.

“Yes ma’am, I’d love that. Thank you so much for graciously welcoming me. The food was amazing and the company was even better.” Emma says with a smile and hugs Nana. I’m a bit surprised when I see PawPaw extend his arms open for a hug as he’s usually a much more reserved man and gently hugged Emma goodbye. I have no doubts this woman could turn a grizzly into a teddy bear. After hugging my grandparent’s goodbye and leaving with a doggy bag of leftovers for each of us, we load the dogs and ourselves up in my truck and head back to my house.

It’s the middle of the afternoon and Emma told me she needed to run to the grocery store and do some meal prepping for the week, so she gathered up her bag and after she kissed the dogs about four times each, we get back in my truck so I could take her home. Why am I dreading this? I usually enjoy my alone time and crave it but the thought of getting in an empty bed tonight feels strange. We get inside and I offer to carry her bag into the house for her. Mainly, I just want to look around and make sure everything is secure for my own peace of mind. I take her bag all the way to her bedroom and set it on the bench she has at the end of her bed.

“You gonna be alright this week? Feel comfortable staying here alone?” I ask her.

“Mmhmm.” She replies as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“What do you say we have dinner again on Friday?”

“That sounds amazing. I’d love too.” She replies with a smile.

“Alright, Sugar. Well I won’t keep you any longer but I’ll text you or call you later tonight if you’d like.”

“Yes please. Now kiss me before you leave.” Emma demands.

“Yes ma’am.” I smirk as I lean down and capture her lips with my own. We make out for a minute or two before Emma leans back to catch her breath.

“Walk me to the door?” I ask her and she nods while holding my hand. It feels like we are both trying to prolong our time together.

“Got a lot of jobs lined up for the week?” She asks as we walk down the hallway.

“Well, we’re going to finish up the chimney and siding area of that house we were working on last week and should be done by Tuesday afternoon. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to assess some work and give out quotes on three different sites so that should be good. I’m also going to put up a privacy fence at a house a few streets over from here this week. I’ll be busy but nothing too crazy.” I tell her and she nods. Time to go, I remind myself.

“Have a good night darlin’ and be safe out running your errands.” “You too, Sy. Talk to you in a bit.” She says and kisses me before I head out to my truck and drive off. I see her wave goodbye at the door and know that I’m not going to be able to wait until Friday to see her again.

Part 9

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ensn4r3d-d0ve · 1 year

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Can you do an angst/comfort Leon x reader where Reader is in a depressed state and while going on a walk, she bumps into Leon. They end up having a cute movie night at Leon’s house with cuddles and food?

I need some love from Leon. >~<

YES OFC I CAN!!

I haven’t done angst at all, so this is probably gonna suck ass atleast I tried though that is all that matters.

Anyways the angst part is about the fem! reader loosing her parents bc I couldn’t think of anything else I am very sorry!’ I didn’t know how to end it but I eventually thought of something.

— Restless Comfort

Pairings: ID! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: What the request said.

Cw. Angst to Fluff, death of parents, grieving /mourning of death, kissing, age-gap (The reader is like a couple years younger than him), Leon being shy/embarrassed, reader slowly falling in love w Leon, cuddling, waking up ontop of him, and Leon admitting he loves you and you do reciprocate back. :)

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On a cold September evening, you were walking arms crossed underneath your chest through the park. The sun had disappeared, leaving only a bitter layer of light in the sky behind the clouds. Your breath left small puffs of cloud in front of your face as you walked. It was getting darker now too. The park was empty except for you and the occasional bird that swooped by from time to time.

You sighed deeply as the cold air brushed against your cheeks, as you thought of attending your parents funeral today. They ’d been married nearly three years already, and yet the loss was still raw to you. They had always been so supportive when you needed it, but now you were alone in this world with no one to turn to, nothing to fall back on. Not for the first time, you wished you had someone at home to take care of you, someone who could make sure you took care of yourself.

Shaking your head, looking down at the pond you sat before. You were watching the ducks swim around lazily, their feathers brushing along each other every now and then, creating tiny waves beneath their surface. Your eyes drifted over them as you let out another deep sigh, the sound carrying off across the quiet of the area.

You decided it wouldn’t be best to attend, but you couldn’t bear to let yourself not say any words to them. After all, they were the people you would have to live with now until you found your place in life.

Besides, never getting to tell them how you been holding up these last few months is not an option either, you reasoned with yourself. So, instead, you turned, making your way toward the parking lot, which you bumped into a tall attractive looking man. As he stumbled backward, trying to regain his balance, you saw he also wore sunglasses. You frowned in confusion before he spoke. “Oh geez, I’m sorry ma’am. Are you alright?” He asked politely, reaching out for you, helping steady you.

“I’m fine thank you. I apologize too for bumping into you. I wasn't watching where I was going,” you apologized, giving him an apologetic smile. His gaze flickered meeting your eyes. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, but pushed away from the uncomfortable and embarrassing moment. You cleared your throat before stepping away, you said, “Well…I’ll just get going now. Goodbye…”

Just as you turned to leave, you heard his voice calling after you, “Wait a minute.” Your eyes immediately shot up, and you saw that he was smiling. You didn’t know what to say as the silence stretched between the two of you. “What’s your name?” he asked finally, breaking the silence. Your stomach dropped at the question, and you felt the urge to run.

What the hell do you tell a stranger?

Should you even give him your real name, or just a fake one?

Oh no, this isn’t good at least not at this time.

You opened your mouth to respond to him, but he interrupted before you got the chance, saying quickly, “That’s okay! No need to answer if you don’t want to. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry for bothering you…I…uh…well…” you watched as he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “Never mind,” and turned on his heel, striding back towards his car that was parked some distance from yours. You watched, slightly dumbstruck as he climbed into his expensive looking car.

A couple minutes later and you heard the engine revving loudly and he drove off slowly, disappearing from view. You shook your head, laughing to yourself silently, amused at his strange behavior.

How did he get so flustered all of a sudden anyway?

Was there something about you that made him seem like a total idiot?

Maybe he was just really awkward?

Who knows, maybe you are just being dramatic, you thought, shaking your head again as you began to drive homewards.

The rest of the night flew by uneventfully, and before you knew it, tomorrow morning arrived and your family gathered in the parlor room, ready for their final viewing of your parents. You had cried during the whole ceremony, though you tried desperately to conceal that fact.

After the service, you sat in the living room, talking to some of your closest friends that had came. Jill and Claire were the one’s always there for you even when you were little, but this event that took place was not merely giving you guilt it was more so a grievance that would haunt you for the rest of your life. Your parents were murdered. You lost your mother, and your father. And yet somehow you managed to try and pull yourself together by going to live with Jill & Claire. It was hard for you to believe sometimes how far you'd come since then. But as you stood there next to one of your best friends, Claire told you she invited one of her friends to join them as well.

She had gone out to the lobby fetching him bringing him over to where you were, your eyes began to meet his once again. He seemed just as shocked to see you as you were to see him, but you simply smiled at him warmly. Claire introduced both of you to each other, but you weren’t really listening to them. Your focus was solely on the man you had met earlier, and who hadn’t looked quite as flustered anymore. In fact, he looked almost smug.

His eyes danced with amusement, and suddenly you found yourself unable to take your eyes off him as you continued to smile shyly. Finally, he broke the eye contact, shifting awkwardly, his eyes darting to the ground. You blinked several times wondering if you’d actually seen something pass through his blue eyes, like electricity sparking through the air. When your trance was broken, you tore your gaze away from the man, focusing instead on what Claire was saying.

You nodded absently at her explanation, not even realized what was happening in the conversation until it ended abruptly, Claire having noticed your distraction as well. You turned to look up at the man standing before you with distance once more, feeling a bit sheepish. He must have noticed your glance as he chuckled softly, glancing up briefly, giving you a wink. It was then that you realized that he was gazing at you. Noticing that he was taller than you, much taller than you, with broad shoulders and strong arms. You gulped, taking another quick glance at him, and you felt your body temperature raise.

It took all you had in you not to avert your eyes in his direction, embarrassed by your own reaction. You were supposed to be grieving but you couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach that you felt as he looked at you.

Why do I feel this way?

Why am I falling for a complete stranger that happens to be handsome?

As if sensing your internal turmoil he smirked. He gave you one last lingering look before turning away and whispering something to Claire. She replied to him, giggling. You got up from your seat dusting your skirt off, telling them that you have to take a call and will be back soon, leaving the parlor. Walking to the closest room in the building, it was small, however, could possibly be a dressing room of some sort. Pulling your cell phone from your pocket, you hit speed dial 3 on speed dial, and waited patiently for someone to pick up on the other end.

‘Please pick up, please answer. Don’t hang up, please don’t...’ you kept repeating in your mind, the number didn’t answer. You paced in a circle trying to dual it again, but it was no hope. The door closed behind you, someone coming from behind you grabbing you hand over your mouth, so that you wouldn’t scream as you tried to fight against the person, tears filling your eyes.

They pulled their hand away from your face, letting out a sigh of relief once they saw that it was only you. ‘Thank god…’ you thought relieved, but the person who had grabbed you turned you to look at them. “Didn’t mean to make ya think I was gonna hurt ya..” you heard him mumble. You were still stunned at seeing him again after all you been trying to avoid him, but his apology made you relax. You didn’t trust yourself enough to talk at first as a blush spread across your cheeks. “It’s all right, I forgive you…” you whispered.

He let out a small chuckle before replying, “Good…” he trailed off staring at you intently. Your heart began beating fast as he moved closer to you. You gulped nervously as your breathing increased, “So um…who are you exactly?” You questioned nervously, your fingers rubbing against the fabric of your dress trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. He chuckled lightly before speaking.

“My name is Leon,” he said, “Leon Kennedy…”. At hearing his name you felt like something inside you clicked in understanding, “Oh! You must be Claire’s friend, right?” you asked. “Yeah…that’s me. Nice to meet you.” He responded, a grin plastered across his face. His hands rested lightly on his hips as he leaned down to speak with you, which gave you an unobstructed view of his chest, as well as his eyes. “I never caught your name earlier…I was trying to ask you, but I didn’t want to put pressure on you, you know?” he explained. You chuckled nervously, feeling your cheeks begin to flush red once more. “I see…my name is Y/N….”

“Nice to meet you once again.” he remarked. “What are you doing here anyways? I thought Claire told you it was my parents funeral before she invited you..” He could hear the worry break in your voice at the mention of Claire’s words. He sighed inwardly. “Yeah…I know, Claire mentioned something about that earlier.” He paused, “I guess I should have known that you’d be attending it, since it’s your parents….” He spoke softly, placing his hands around you bringing you into him for a hug. You froze up in his arms, unsure of what you were supposed to do.

For some reason, you felt safe in his arms, like you belonged there. You breathed a sigh of relief as you held onto him for what seemed like forever, enjoying his security.“I…I-“ You said hesitantly wrapped your arms around his middle hugging tightly to him, while letting your tears just come pouring down the sides of your cheeks.

You were grateful that he did not push you away, and you were content that he did not leave keeping you in comfort due to the loss.

Eventually, he gently eased you apart from him, looking straight into your eyes, wiping the remaining traces of your tears from your cheeks. “Better?” he asked. You sniffed nodding your head, “Yeah…thanks…” You said softly, he wiped a few stray tears from under your eyes, leaving you to feeling embarrassed.

There was silence between the two of you. He seemed hesitant to say anything else, but he finally decided to take matters into his own hands. “You know… I haven’t gotten the chance to thank you properly for inviting me to come here…” he said moving to stand directly in front of you.

You looked into his eyes, trying desperately to memorize every feature of his face, “Yea..” you murmured, as the corners of his lips upturned into a slight smirk. He placed one of his hands on your cheek pulling you close towards him, making you gulp nervously, his thumb softly stroking your cheekbone. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet you sooner…” he said softly, his eyes searching yours.

You shook your head, “Don’t be sorry…” you said, “I’m glad Claire invited you and that you had even showed up…” you admitted quietly as the both of you stared at each other deeply. Your hands found their way to his chest, resting comfortably on his bare skin, and he gazed down at you as if you were everything he’d ever wanted, and more.

Suddenly, as if a switch had flipped somewhere deep inside of him, his body tensed. His dark eyes widened as a look of horror appeared on his face. You frowned in confusion, “What’s wrong?” you asked worried. He seemed as if he were struggling to breath. “Are you okay? What is it?” you questioned.

“it’s just that esrlier I was going to ask if I could get your number, but I think it is such a bad time this moment…” he muttered almost too low to be heard. His hands began to shake slightly, his knuckles turning white in a visible sign of panic. You narrowed your eyes at his behavior.

‘Why does he seem uneasy?

And why do I feel anxious?’ you wondered in frustration, clenching your fists tightly, ‘Why do I feel like something is going to happen?’ you continued to ponder on your thoughts, not noticing Leon standing beside you. You were too lost inside your own mind to notice the man standing next to you.

“Well..uhhh” you stuttered looking at the male in front of you, “You can have it if that makes it up…maybe we could go grab some coffee or see a movie?” you suggested.

He smiled at the offer, “Sure…that sounds perfect. I think it has been a long time since I went out to dinner anyway.” he said chuckling sheepishly. ‘A date?!’ your mind screamed in excitement, your body becoming lightheaded. ‘I have a date with my bestfriend’s friend?!.' you thought excitedly. “Let me get my keys and say goodbye to Claire so we can head out.” Leon stated, grabbing his keys out of his pockets and opening the door to walk out of the room followed by you back into the parlor.

Saying goodbye’s to your friends and family as well you stepped outside, waiting for Leon to open the car door for you. After saying goodbye to everyone you climbed into the passenger seat and waited for Leon to join you. As soon as he got into the car he started the engine, backing out of the driveway.

A few seconds later you couldn’t help but notice his hands were shaking again, his knuckles white from how hard he was squeezing the steering wheel. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern, deciding it would probably be better for him if you didn't say anything. Instead, you chose to focus your attention outside of the window instead, watching the scenery rush past you quickly. Leon cleared his throat breaking the tense silence. "Sorry, my hands are a little shaky." he apologized, "I've never been in this area before." he explained.

You knew this was a lie, so you just played along.

You nodded in acknowledgement before taking a glance over to him, you were surprised to find he was looking right at you, his blue eyes gazing at you intensely, causing goosebumps to form along your skin.

"Do you live nearby?" you asked, suddenly nervous when he turned his gaze away from you. He nodded, “Yes..in fact, my house is not far from here actually.” You hummed nodding in approval before returning your eyes back outside.

The only thing on your mind now was your upcoming date and whether or not Leon is going to remember you. “So uh…” you began awkwardly. “What exactly are we going to do when we get there?” you asked after awhile of staring out the window, hoping he might be able to give some sort of response to your question. “Well…I suppose I should tell you all about myself first then, huh?” He chuckled as he took one hand off the steering wheel to fix the hair that fell across his forehead. You rolled your eyes smiling fondly at him before answering, “Alright, shoot” you replied.

Your eyes trailed slowly over to the side of him, noticing that he was still holding his hand on the steering wheel. You grabbed your bag strap pulling it tighter against yourself. The air became tense. You didn’t like the way the atmosphere felt, like it was getting darker and darker. When you had arrived to his house, taking off your shoes before you came in. He went to make popcorn and started up the movie.

Once finished with that he walked over to the living table where you sat and set the bowl of popcorn, and drinks down in front of you sitting dowm.

After a few minutes into the movie you fell asleep resting your head against his shoulder, which woke you up once Leon had placed you carefully on the couch. “(Y/N), wake up…” He whispered softly rubbing your arm soothingly.

You blinked your eyes groggily before lifting up your head slightly to see Leon’s face, “mmhm…Just a few more minutes…” you would groan, yet he moved you laying a pillow on his lap as you slept with a blanket thrown over you, his arm on your back rubbing light circles helping you drift back to sleep. Once you were asleep he carried you to his bed placing you next to him, tucking you kissing your forehead gently, “Sleep well, princess.” before resting his eyes taking in some sleep next to you.

*****

It was late afternoon and you woke up half asleep finding yourself lying ontop of Leon’s chest and he was still fast asleep, but his arms wrapped around you. You felt comfortable in his strong hold and your dreams were filled with nothing except him.

When your eyes fluttered open, you realized that you hadn’t dreamed, and that you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. It was definitely a pleasant surprise though. You smiled lightly before shifting yourself to look up at him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. That’s when he woke up. His face immediately turning red, as he shot his eyes open.

“Hey sleepy head…” you cooed at him teasingly, running your finger across his chest. He turned his gaze shyly “Good morning...I was beginning to wonder when you would awaken, but I had decided that you were uncomfortable on the couch so I brought you in my room to sleep….ending up falling asleep myself. How embarrassing am I right?” he muttered quickly, averting his gaze. You giggled, “You are so embarrassed. I find that cute!” you grinned letting out a small laugh.

“Oh no, please don’t tell anyone else, they will tease me.. .” he joked laughing at the same time, you rolled your eyes playfully. “Okay I won’t tell anyone…but, maybe you should let me stay with you more often.” you suggested jokingly. He raised an eyebrow at you, “Hmm…are you sure? Because I think Claire might get the wrong idea....” he teased. You gave him a stern look, “And if she does? She can’t do anything about what she doesn’t know….” you smirked, making him raise his eyebrows even higher. Your face turned pink when you realized what you had just implied. He stared into your (e/c) eyes for a while, a smile appearing on his lips, “Don’t worry I won’t push you to tell her about us if you prefer to keep our relationship under wraps.” That smile sent shivers down your spine and caused your heart to begin pounding in your chest, your palms starting to sweat slightly.

Before you had a chance to respond he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a second before moving his face closer to yours as your faces were inches apart, you opened your mouth to speak when he spoke. “I’ll always make sure our secret stays between the both of us…no matter what…” he breathed.

Your breath caught in your throat, the heat building up inside of you growing stronger than before. He pulled away, his face blushing slightly while you felt as if you were floating. He leaned back in closer and pressed another kiss against your forehead. Then finally closing the gap between your two faces, he kissed your lips tenderly, brushing them with your own. Feeling yourself melt into the kiss you parted your lips, allowing him entrance. This kiss wasn’t filled with passion but it was gentle and sweet. It was different from any other kiss that you had shared before.

He held onto the back of your neck, gently pushing you further into the kiss. He tasted of coffee and mint toothpaste as his tongue explored your mouth. This kiss was short lived however as the two of you pulled apart, gasping for air. A small chuckle escaped your lips as he laid your down gently onto the bed.

He laid down beside you wrapping his arm loosely around your waist, “I love you, Y/N” He mumbled quietly. “I love you too, Leon.” you responded, giving him a kiss on the lips. The rest of the night was filled with soft kisses and cuddles with his arm draped protectively over your waist. Neither one of you said anything, knowing that there wasn’t really needed to be.

All you could feel is pure happiness with him.

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 6 months

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Amazing!! Ok so I’m not sure how this would work, but maybe for the Mira x reader she could be xaden’s older sister or something who was best friends with Mira when they were younger (and maybe they had mutual secret feelings)

Ofc then the whole traitor thing ruined that and Mira didn’t want to associate with her anymore (friends to enemies to lovers anyone?) - though the canon time line might have to be altered😅

And then say if mira spoiler was somehow actually aware of the rebel base and that her brother was alive and she was aiding the rebels bc she’s cool

And reader just so happens to be stationed at the house etc, and they haven’t seen each other in years but mira’s immediately like damn she just got even more beautiful (in her head bc why would a sorrengail expose weakness)

Anyway I picture them as a kind of opposites attract trope, where reader is badass but in a more femme fatale way, where she takes people down because they don’t expect a pretty girl with good hair and style to be a threat you know? Or even if she is a talented healer or something like that!

Anyway, feel free to ignore all of this, I’m just so excited that you’re writing for fourth wing!!! I can’t wait to see what you come up with☺️

*wipes dust off this request* I apologize for taking so long... needed more pain from Iron Flame apparently to get to this... I hope this will find the person who requested it. ✨🤍

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Mira's head was spinning. Too much. It was all too much. Too many things to bring to life... quite literally. She flew fearing for her sister. Only to find a whole rebellion clan squirming right beneath her nose. Then there was her brother who she had wept for years. Who's death had ripped the last bit of Mira's caring heart out. Burnt it with all the things that had belonged to Brennan. She had morn all of it. Over and over again blaming herself for it.

Mira had hit her older brother when she first saw him. She felt his nose brake right beneath her knuckles but nothing had prepared her for what appeared right behind him. Mira had staggered back. Her face paling of last bits of color. She quickly reached for a necklace she never took off. Two iron rings interlinked together. The part of her she had kept hidden away from everyone's praying eyes. "YN", she barely breathed out. Because there was no way. You too have died. Your name was on the scroll. Right after the fight you both had. Right after the next that hunted Mira even now. "No", Mira shook her head. "I'm alright", Brennon said even with the blood dripping through his palm, his good hand squeezing your arm. "Yn", Mira staggered forward but you backed away quickly. An ache in her heart only grew as you spoke, "I'm still dead to you, lieutenant", your words were like poison. Seeping deep into Mira's skin.

That had been a couple of weeks ago. Ever since you had done a marvelous job at avoiding Mira. She only caught a glimpse of you in some of the meetings. Saw you mounting your dragon. Or up in the sky. You were lethal. So graceful one would not expect such power to be rooted in you. But... but that was what had always drawn Mira to you. While you two were little she thought that her job was to protect you. How wrong had she been? It was you who Mira should have listened to. You who she shouldn't have rushed to judge.

Mira's body collided with another person right as she turned the corner. She reached to steady the frame in front of her but the moment her fingers brushed over the skin... Mira blinked as you came into her full vision. Wind-swept hair, rosy cheeks, still in your flying leathers. "Watch where you're going, Sorrengail", you huffed, turned to outstep her but Mira quickly caught your hand, "Y/n, you can't run from me forever", there was a light plea in her tone. One that you knew didn't come easy.

"I have nothing to say to you", you yanked your hand out of her grip. "I do", Mira breathed, "There hasn't been a day that I haven't been thinking of you", she breathed and you couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, "Oh, please...". You turned to face her, "You said it yourself back then in the courtyard. I don't belong in your world". Guilt rippled through Mira. She had been so naive back then. Eager to play by the books. Knowing only black-and-white truths. Rebellion mark had been a deal breaker then but now...

"Don't bother with it, Sorrengail", you hissed, "Don't call me that, you never called me that", Mira stepped closer to you, her eye's blazing. "That was before you gave up on us", you were inches away from her, nearly reaching for the dagger. "Do it", Mira urged you, "Stab me, slit my throat, jab it into my heart, because it will never come close to the pain I felt when I made the biggest mistake in my life". You took a sharp breath in, you didn't want to show your emotions, but you knew that she had caught that glimpse of emotions that shined in your eyes.

Mira reached for the necklace beneath her flying leathers, "I never took it off", she shook her head, "I never let go of you". You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to not break. To not let the years of anger chip away so easily. But this was Mira. Your Mira. The girl you had fallen in love with slowly even if you two were painfully aware that you might never have a chance to truly be together. Your chest heaved as you two stood there staring at each other. Your hand moved towards your neck, tugging away the same two interlinked loops. A soft cry slipped through Mira's lips as his eyes landed on the familiar metal. One that she had made for you.

But the moment of hope lasted only for a heartbeat as you backed away from her, shaking your head, "This changes nothing", you said quietly. "We can try. Let me prove it to you", Mira pleaded, trying to reach for you. "Prove yourself to my people first", you said bitterly, before turning away and rushing up the stairs.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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Running from the Flames {12}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, media being the usual pain in the ass - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. Chapter: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Eleven* || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || under construction

Barcelona was as beautiful as I remembered and the weather was stunning when Pierre returned to the pit after finishing the second free practice session. Tensions were high between him and Esteban when we entered the Alpine space but Pierre gave me a kiss and told me not to worry. That was like asking me not to breathe.

I would always worry about the people I cared for.

“Mama, I’m hungry.”

“Okay, sweetheart, just wait here a second and then we’ll go out.”

Pierre was just climbing out of his seat and in a heated discussion with the technicians about the car's braking when I reached him. “No, it’s not good, I’m telling you.”

He wasn’t even looking my way but his arm opened for me before I reached him and I stepped into the hug to hear the technician apologise and promise to double check the data again.

“I’m going to take Addie to lunch, there’s a place I haven’t been to in years, they do amazing Caribbean food. Do you want me to bring you anything?”

He shook his head and brushed his hair back out of his eyes when it flopped over his face. “I would love some, but I don’t think it fits into the pre-race nutrition plan.” He pulled me closer so no one could overhear us. “There’s nothing to stop me from tasting it on your tongue when you get back though.”

“You are a dirty man, Gasly. You look so sweet but some of the things that come out of your mouth…”

“You love it.” His smirk was hidden by the curtain of my hair but I knew it was there nonetheless and I couldn’t deny it. He knew how his words affected me when we were in the throes of passion.

I rose on my tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on the lips as I answered, “You know I do. I’ll come find you when I get back.”

“Okay, be safe.”

I found Addie drawing on a copy of the race schedule Otmar had given her and promised her we would drop it in the driver’s room for Pierre on the way out. It may have looked like a bunch of scribbles to me but she had an entire story that went along with it to somehow put it into context. Even if he didn’t understand the picture he would still be happy to receive the gift.

The walk to the restaurant wasn’t far but an old ache began in my bad hip along the way and Addie had to slow her pace so I could keep up.

“Mama, hurry up!” she said, tugging my hand.

“I can’t, sweetheart.”

“Get hurt?” she asked inquisitively as she watched my slight limp.

“A long time ago.”

She frowned with concern and slowed down. “Need besos?”

I chuckled at her kindness and stopped so I could kiss the top of her head.

“Not me, you, mama.”

“But it worked, I’m feeling much better now.”

She grinned at the news that wasn’t quite true. I was feeling better but my hip wasn’t. Thankfully we had reached the restaurant that looked unusually busy.

“Crap,” I muttered to myself thinking the queue would be huge but the group of people milling about were there for another reason.

“Bri,” Lewis called out over the crowd and their heads turned my way. “Can you please let my friend through?”

They parted for him like Moses and the Red Sea and felt their stares burning a hole in my back as we walked into the restaurant. Addie rushed to his side first and he picked her up to pop her on his hip so he could keep signing items with one hand. The perks of being an uncle to his own nieces and nephews meant he was totally at ease carrying the extra weight around.

“Still coming here,” I noted when I was safely inside and he had thanked the crowd for their support and apologised that he didn’t have time to sign more autographs. “Shouldn’t you be at the practice session?”

“Came straight here from it. The gearbox was acting up so we boxed it before the practice timed out and I was starving.”

My walking had obviously slowed us down more than I thought if he had got here as quick as he did. I only hoped I got back before Pierre was off to the next pre-race weekend event the PR team had planned.

“Do you still have the pepperpot or have you expanded your palate?” I asked, knowing the answer already as we walked up to the counter to order.

“I like what I like,” he said with a laugh.

“Can I please get one vegetable pepperpot, one chicken with rice and one fried sweet plantains?” I ordered for us while Lewis took Addie to the drinks fridge and grabbed two waters and a juice box.

The older gentleman who owned the restaurant rang up the cash register and looked at me for a moment before his eyes widened. “I recognise you now,” he spoke in the local dialect with a wide grin. “It’s been a while since you last came here with Mr Hamilton, we missed your pretty face.”

“Thank you.” I blushed at the compliment and handed over more than enough cash to cover the food. “I am long overdue for your delicious food and I promise I won’t be away so long next time.”

“Good, good, it’s sad to see Mr Hamilton eat here alone each year.”

I took the change and dropped it into the tip jar beside the counter and sat down at the table Addie had chosen.

“What’s this you’re wearing now?” Lewis asked her, tapping the Alpine hat she had hung on the back of her chair.

“Pee-year gave it to me,” she said with a grin.

“Correction, you stole it from him,” I pointed out to Lewis’ amusement. “He didn’t even get half a carrot for it.”

Lewis pierced the straw into the juice box and held it just out of her reach. “How about you wear a Mercedes hat and I’ll give you this?”

“Resorting to bribery?” I teased but it didn’t work anyway as Addie shook her head adamantly and grabbed her hat with a stern, “I like this one.”

“She must really like Gasly if she’ll sacrifice her juice box for his hat,” Lewis commented. “What about you?”

“Oh, I would definitely sacrifice a juice box for his hat too.”

He laughed and sat back in his chair to stretch his long legs out under the table. “I’ve been in F1 for seventeen years now, known you since you were a pimply teen running round the paddock.”

“I didn’t have pimples!”

“That’s beside the point.”

“Tell that to my ego.”

“Okay, you were the only teen in the world who never had pimples, is that better?”

“I appreciate the lie.”

He cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter. “Are you two serious or is this just a summer thing? I’m only asking because it’s great having you back and it would suck if you left again. No one else eats anything remotely hot aside from you.”

The platters of food arrived at that moment and the aroma of spices that filled the air was mouthwatering. Addie didn’t even wait for me to dish up some food on a plate for her before she grabbed a slice of crispy plantain and yelped when it was hot.

“That’s for dessert, but only if you eat some of this first,” I said as I wiped the grease from her fingers and handed over a small plate of chicken and rice.

When I finally settled in with my own food dished up I found Lewis still waiting for an answer and I reluctantly put my fork back down. “Why is everyone so interested in my love life?”

“So it’s love huh?” he said with a grin.

I rolled my eyes and stuffed a forkful of food into my mouth so I didn’t have to entertain him with an answer. The silence was all he needed though and he stabbed at the chunky cut vegetable on his plate with a quiet laugh. “I'm happy for you, Bri.”

“I’m happy too.”

“Me too,” Addie chimed in before looking longingly at Lewis’ food until he pushed his plate closer so she could get a spoonful.

Lewis ate faster than us, constantly checking his watch before he sighed and said, “sorry ladies, I have to get back for this panel.”

“Go,” I waved him off, “she’ll still be eating for another 20 minutes at this rate.”

He swiped a sweet plantain from the plate and I couldn’t help ribbing him for the deep fried treat, “Are you allowed that much sugar and fat, Sir?”

He grinned and popped it in his mouth as he shook his head. “I won’t tell if you don’t. I’ll see you two round the paddock, stay out of trouble.”

I pretended to zip my lips before remarking to his receding figure, “I never go looking for it, it just finds me.”

His deep laugh echoed back before he disappeared out the door and the few people that had hung around the restaurant soon went with him.

My leg was aching more with the pain radiating from my hip when we started on our own way back so we took it slow and window shopped along the way.

“Pretty necklace,” Addie gushed as she pressed her nose to the display window of a jewellery store. “So shiny.”

I looked over at the diamond pendant she was eying up and shook my head before a gold chain in the next display caught my eye. “Come on my little magpie,” I said as I walked to the door and was greeted by a middle aged woman. “Can I have a look at the cross necklace?”

She was happy to unlock the display and bring out the piece, an 18k gold crucifix on a long figaro chain. I draped it over my hand and took a closer look at the detailing on the piece before holding it up to Addie. “Do you think this will suit Pierre?” I was already going to buy the item but I was glad she gave an eager nod. “I’ll take this please, and can it be gift wrapped?”

“Certainly, it won’t be a moment,” the saleswoman said as she took the necklace behind the counter and started packaging it up. While waiting, I felt my phone vibrate and saw dad had sent me three messages in quick succession.

From Dad: I love you my darling daughter but when you’re in the paddock there are always fires to be put out. From Dad: Where are you? From Dad: Brianna Valentina Vowles To Dad: 🏃🏽‍♀️🔥🔥🔥 From Dad: What the hell is that meant to be? To Dad: That’s me, running from the flames. What’s happened? From Dad: Image attached

The picture loaded and I rolled my eyes as I saw it was taken by one of Lewis’ fans while we were in the restaurant. Lewis was holding Addie while we spoke and the caption implied I was making my way ‘round the paddock in more ways than one.

From Dad: There’s no doubt they will bring this up in the interview about to start. From Dad: <link to live feed>

I opened the link and it showed an F1 interview panel with half of the drivers, the other half in the wings of the stage waiting for their turn next as was usual with so many people to interview and never enough time.

“Excuse me,” the saleswoman said quietly as she presented the gift wrapped box and opened her hand towards the eftpos machine. I barely spared her a glance as I quickly swiped my card and paid for the jewellery while keeping one eye on my phone screen. “Thank you, have a lovely day.”

“You too,” I said distractedly as I shoved the box into my handbag and took Addie’s hand to rush back to the paddock.

Most of the guys were on their phones until their attention was pulled away as the interviews got started but the camera kept panning back to Pierre and Lewis who were sitting beside each other. They were talking too low for the stage microphone to pick up but Lewis shook his head at whatever Pierre said and the tension that had been brimming eased.

“Lewis,” the male interviewer drew his attention away from Pierre and a microphone was handed over to him, “Good to see you, you’re looking well.”

“Thanks man, you too.”

“I know you guys take your pre-race diets pretty seriously in the lead up to make sure the weight in the car is optimum. I guess that’s why it was surprising to hear that you stepped out of the paddock for a date with Brianna Vowles who, for those of you who haven’t been following this, has been romantically linked to Pierre Gasly just last week.” The camera zoomed in on Lewis and Pierre as the crowd waited for a response.

Lewis held the microphone away and whispered to Pierre before replying. “Romantically linked? Is that what you call it?” He shared a laugh with Pierre and tilted the microphone over to him. “What do you have to say about that?”

“I mean it’s a little old-fashioned for me,” he said with a chuckle. “I call her my girlfriend.”

“I know I’m probably going to get an earful from the team about going to Jerk Hut but if you tried their food you’d know it’s worth a slap on the wrist,” Lewis joked and pointed knowingly to a loud cheer that went up in one corner of the crowd. “They know it too. And getting to catch up with Bri was a bonus. Ask anyone in F1 who’s been here for more than half a decade and they’ll have a story to tell about her, all good ones I assure you.

“So, Pierre,” Lewis paused as he clapped his fellow driver on the shoulder, “you should know there’s a lot of us who consider her like a little sister, and I don’t need to tell you what happens if you break her heart.”

Pierre crossed his finger over his heart and promised in front of thousands of fans, “no heartbreaking here.”

We had just reached the Paddock Pass entrance and I scanned my card before stepping into one of the many tents set up for shade so I could quickly text my dad and we could both rest our legs after the fast pace Addie had set trying to get back to see Pierre and Poppa Otty.

To Dad: Put the fire extinguisher away, old man, they had it under control. From Dad: Ok, he’s more mature than I gave him credit for. Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight? Pierre too. To Dad: It’s team dinner tonight, why don’t you come with us? From Dad: I’ll give Otmar a call now.

I closed the chat with dad and opened the one with Pierre.

To Pierre: Where are you? From Pierre: Just finished the panel, heading back to the pit now. Did you see the interview? Where are you? To Pierre: I did. I’m sorry you got blindsided by that but I got a gift for you. I’m five minutes away. From Pierre: I don’t need gifts when I have you. To Pierre: Keep saying sweet things like that and I’ll give you something else too babe. From Pierre: Merde. Now I need another ice bath.

I snorted aloud and pulled my cap down lower over my face as a few people turned to the sound. If only they knew how dirty my boyfriend could be, then they would be flushing too.

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andydrysdalerogers · 8 months

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Your Submissively ~ Adjudication

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Innuendo

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“I’ve noticed. We’re so comfortable that you forgot to put a condom on, and I had to get plan b.” Belle stopped and covered her mouth.

“What did you just say?” Steve looked at her with disbelief.

“i… I…” Belle didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t meant to tell Steve like that.

Steve took her hand and dragged her back to the party. He found Bucky. “We need to go.”

“I was going to head to Lila’s parents for dinner after dropping you off.” Bucky looked for her.

“It’s fine Buck. I’ll just take a cab. Enjoy your time with your girl.” Steve turned and continued to pull Belle.

“Steve, please.”

“No. We are not communicating like we promised so we need to go somewhere and talk.” They made it to the main road and Steve flagged a cab down. Once they got on the road, Steve and Belle sat quietly.

“Steve…”

“No. not right now. Belle, just, let me process this right now.” Steve felt horrible. He thought back to Friday where he remembered to put protection on but he couldn’t remember if he did on Saturday. He was always responsible. He always had a plan. But he fucked up royally with this. At the same time, he was furious with Belle for keeping this from him. He would have done everything for her, made sure she wasn’t alone in this.

They made it to Manhattan in good time. Steve paid the driver and they went up to his apartment. When they walked in, Belle gasped. Steve had forgotten and a small smile graced his face.

The apartment was decorated with balloons and roses were every on every surface of the living room. A banner of ‘Congratulations’ hung over the fireplace. “Steve…”

“I wanted to celebrate you tonight. I’m proud of you. I wanted to make sure you knew how proud I was.” He shuffled his feet. “I didn’t see us coming back to argue.” He looked up. “Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s not a good enough answer Isabella.”

“What do you want me to say Steve? I was scared. You’re the only person I’ve ever been with.”

“You should have said something.” Steve ran his hands through his hair. “What happens next?”

“I take a test in four weeks just to be sure.” Belle hugged herself. “Steve, what did you expect? I never went on birth control. We weren’t careful. We haven’t talked.” Belle held in her sob in. “We never talked about any of this.”

Steve stopped breathing. She was right we never talked about it. In fact, they hadn’t talked about much. “I’m sorry. You’re right, we haven’t stopped and talked about this.”

“No, we haven’t. I haven’t signed yet but we haven’t even discussed anything beyond me not wanting to be marked.”

“This isn’t about the contract!”

“This has everything to do with it.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m not sure if I want this life. To be worried that you won’t be there, that I’ll be alone again. I don’t want to be alone. I want to sleep next to you and we can’t because of some stupid contract. So no, I don’t think I can do this.”

“Isabella, you don’t mean that.”

“I don’t know that I don’t. everything about this is different. I want more. I want to have people who stay in my life. Can you promise me that?”

“I told you from the beginning that I didn’t want that.” Steve was trying not to show his feelings. The very real feelings he had developed for the violet eyed beauty. She rocked his world off his axis and he didn’t want to go back. But he couldn’t. To place her in the line of fire. Because of her position. As his partner, his love, his wife.

“Well, you don’t act like it.” Belle wanted to cry. “I should go.” She turned to leave.

“No, don’t.” Steve pleaded. He pulled her roughly in and kissed her hard. “Don’t leave me.” He picked her up and took her to his room.

“Steve,” she whispered.

“Sweet pea, let me love you.” Steve laid her on his bed. He kneeled down in front of her and removed her heels gently. He massaged the insole of her feet and she groaned. He kissed her ankle and moved up.

Belle watched as he moved upward, kiss her skin. She ran her hand in his hair, feeling how soft it was. Steve growled when she pulled slightly. “What are you doing sweet pea?”

“I want to kiss you.” Her eyes darken, turning her violet eyes to an almost black with lust. She could see only a sliver of ocean blue in his eyes.

“Don’t leave me,” he whispered.

“Amore, please.”

Steve lifted her up to her feet and spun her to pull the zipper down. He kissed her shoulders as the straps fell, pooling the dress at her feet. He ran his finger over the edge of her strapless bra before i clipping it and letting it fall. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

It was slow, sensual. He took his time, kissing her skin, tasting every inch of her. She in turn touched every piece of skin she reaches, memorizing every ridge, every vein on his body. He laid her down and tugged her panties off. He undressed quickly and took her in his arms. He pulled her on top of him so he can stare.

He lifted her up and guided her on him. She sank down and the moaned together. He guided her hips to rise up and down until she got used to the feeling. “Steve,” she moaned.

“God baby, you feel so good.” She rocked her hips and he hissed. “Belle, please.” She moved faster, moaning louder. Steve placed his thumb on her clit and she started to moan louder. Steve felt himself getting close. “Belle, you need to slow down.”

“No, no, I need this.”

Steve flipped them and kept going bring her to the brink. “Steve!” She screamed as she reached her climax. His thrusts became sloppy and he pulled out. He cummed on her belly. He collapsed next to her, both breathing deep. He got up and grabbed a towel to clean Belle up. He held her until she was asleep. He looked at Belle, his sweet pea. He took her to her room so he could clean up.

After dressing her in a shirt, he went back to his room to change the sheets. He took a glass of brandy with him. He sat for a moment. He decided in that moment that he needed more as well. He closed his eyes for just a second. And fell quickly asleep.

Belle woke up disoriented. She wasn’t in Steve’s room any longer but in her at the apartment. It broke her. When he pleaded with her not to leave, she assumed that things would change. They wouldn’t. She got up and took a shower, dressing in her clothes, not the ones Steve gave her. She packed a few things she would need at home. Her bunny, her blanket. She left the perfume, unsure if she could smell it again and not think of the romantic nights with Steve. She sat at the desk and pulled a sheet of paper.

Steve, This is really hard to write. You were the unexpected. You changed my world. You are amazing. First I want to say thank you. Thank you for taking care of me when I needed it. Thank you for being there for me. The last few weeks have been a dream. I don’t regret anything about our time together. Except for a few things. I need more. I know you said that it wouldn’t be more than this. But I need more. I need the security of knowing my partner will sleep beside me, will hold my hand, will never be too busy for me. When I lost my dad, I lost my compass, my direction. I thought I found it with you. I’m sorry. I fell in love with you and I’m sorry. I know that wasn’t what you wanted but I can’t lie to myself anymore. I don’t know how you feel but I can assume as I sit in my room alone that you don’t. I’ve left everything you provided in its place. I can’t do this. I can’t be what you wanted. I can’t fulfill your needs. I will send you a message when I know the results. I wouldn’t want to leave you in the dark. Please be good and well. It would break me to know that you didn’t. This is not a reflection of you, just of your needs. I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough. I love you Steven G Rogers. I hope you find what you are looking for. With all of my love, amore. Belle.

Belle left the letter on her desk and made it out to the living room. She took in the decorations once more and noticed a velvet box on the table. She opened it out of curiosity and saw a diamond tennis bracelet with a single letter in the middle. S. It was to be her marker, his show of possession for her. It was beautiful and simple. But no longer hers. She wiped a single team away and walked to the door. She made it to the elevator and out to the front of the building.

It was still early, about 5 AM, the city relatively quiet. She walked to the subway and sat, making her way to Jersey. She thought about how she still needed to pack. She hadn’t had the chance to mention to Steve that she had found a place in Manhattan with Lila to be closer to work. No need now. As she walked the few blocks to her apartment, she took in the cool and calm morning. It was May and the flowers were on display.

She made it to the apartment to find it vacant. Lila must have stayed at her folks. That was better. She needed time. Time to process, time to mourn. Time to forget about the loss of the love of her life. She took out the bunny, clutched it to her chest and cried.

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jjngkook7 · 1 year

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Regrets (Yoongi)

Ceo Au! / Angst w a happy ending(ofc haha) / Implications of smut but not smut / Ex’s back to lovers

Summary: Yoongi had worked hard to get where he was currently at. He's never felt any remorse despite lying, stealing and playing dirty to be successful. The only time he's ever regret any of his actions was when he lost her.

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Despite his best efforts not to roll his eyes, Yoongi’s annoyance was evident by how hard he was pinching the bridge of his nose. These meetings made him rethink how much his presence was needed. He didn’t trust anyone enough to not be here just in case there was something he needed to be in the loop about but he also knew that all these meetings were a waste of time.

“Is there anything else that anyone needs to add?” Taehyung, Yoongi’s personal assistant asked.

Before anyone could speak, Yoongi had already mentally checked out. He had already begun to close his laptop and was thinking about taking an extra long lunch.

“Oh yes! Next week, Home’s higher ups will be partnering with us until the end of the month. Everything is prepared for them.” one of Yoongi’s employees said.

Shit. He had completely forgotten. How could he forget? He had drawn multiple exaggerated circles over this date and set a reminder on every device he had. Not only was Home a very important client but she worked there.

“Thank you for that reminder. If there’s nothing else anyone needs to say, have a great rest of your day!” Taehyung chimed.

As the employees left the conference room, Taehyung kept his boxy smile on until the last person left before closing the door and scowling.

“Could’ve been a fucking email yet again.” Taehyung sighed, flopping onto one of the chairs not caring whether or not he rolled into another chair or the table.

Yoongi sat still in his seat, his mind going a million miles a second. The thought of taking a long lunch had completely left his head and all he could think about was their reunion. It had been almost half a year since they had broken up and he hadn’t heard a word from her since. The only connection he had of her were the bits and pieces of information regarding her work since their careers intertwined. One time, Taehyung showed Yoongi a photo she posted on Instagram with some guy which prompted Yoongi to then delete all the social media apps on his phone. Yoongi was a hard worker to begin with but after she left, he poured all his energy towards his company and rose to the very top. She was there from the very beginning and it was a shame that she wasn’t there when he finally made it. Back then he was only able to take her to the restaurants in their neighbourhood where they ate shitty pasta and stale Chinese food but now, he could give her anything she ever wanted. Granted she was never materialistic and seemed to enjoy their cheap dates instead, it was Yoongi who wanted more. In her own words, he would never be satisfied and he used to argue against that but now he wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Don’t tell me you’re not over her.” Taehyung chuckled.

Yoongi’s eyes darted over to Taehyung who was sitting directly across Yoongi watching him with a knowing look on his face. His elbows were against the table and his chin resting on his clasped hands.

“We just signed a multimillion dollar contract and she’s what you’re thinking about?” Taehyung sucked his teeth.

“You haven’t changed at all.” Yoongi retorted, leaning back against his chair.

“And you have?” Taehyung shot back.

Yoongi closed his eyes and drummed his fingers against the conference table trying to block out Taehyung’s presence. Taehyung had been his partner from the very beginning. From eating expired sandwiches in their rented basement suite to drawing out the blueprint of this company to partaking in phishing schemes to now being one of the leading production companies in the world, he’d take a bullet for Taehyung but fuck was he annoying sometimes.

“Anyways we have three more meetings this afternoon so in the meantime, practice smiling or something.” Taehyung said before leaving Yoongi alone in the conference room.

Yoongi's phone buzzed and as if the universe was mocking him, it was his calendar reminder for next week. With a few taps, he set another reminder to alert him 24 hours before their reunion.

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She smoothed her skirt as she anxiously waited for the elevator to reach her floor. This was a big day for her. The company she worked for was partnering with the top leading production company in the world and she was tasked with making sure everything was ready for her team. Unfortunately, her ex was the CEO and whether she liked it or not, she would have to remain professional and courteous. As the elevator reached closer and closer to her destination, she felt her heart begin to race. She hadn’t seen Yoongi in six months and still had so much pent up anger towards him. One, because he never fought to keep her and essentially opened the door for her to walk out of and two, because despite being the one to initiate the break up, here she was walking back into his domain. Yoongi always got what he wanted.

As the elevator doors opened, she was sure she was going to throw up until a familiar face greeted her with his signature smile and loud voice.

“Welcome!” Taehyung boomed, with his arms spread wide open.

“Taehyung!” she reciprocated his excitement, gladly accepting a big hug from him.

Taehyung was Yoongi’s eccentric friend whom she grew to love. He had a pretty face with a good heart to match even though he was the brains behind all the grimy shit they used to do together. She didn’t only lose Yoongi when they broke up but Taehyung too. She had become good friends with him, often confiding in him when her and Yoongi were going through their rough patches. Taehyung was also the one who supported their breakup near the end of everything. Taehyung and her had kept in contact for a little bit but life became too busy for both of them ultimately leading to their friendship taking a huge hit as well.

The first hour consisted of Taehyung taking her on a tour of their building as well as introducing her to anyone who walked by. She began making bets on who he was fucking based on their interactions. To her surprise, Taehyung hadn’t hooked up with anyone. “I’ve turned a new leaf. It’s not a good look for a boss to have sex with their employees, you know.” was what he said before whiplashing her with the number of people he did hook up with at her company.

“And this is your office for the month.” Taehyung smiled, unlocking the door to a small room.

She marvelled at the sight before her when they walked in. With their floor being so high up and her desk beside the window, she had the entire view of the city. If it weren’t for Yoongi being the CEO, she would’ve asked to have her office here permanently. Home was a great company but her office was located on the first floor giving her a beautiful view of the sidewalk.

The clearing of Taehyung’s throat reeled her back into reality and she stepped away from the window.

“Your office is right next to Yoongi’s so that communication between you and him will be easily accessible.” Taehyung stated matter of fact.

She hoped Taehyung didn’t see her wince at Yoongi’s name. All that mental preparation she did when she found out that they’d be partnering with his company seemed to serve no purpose now that she was here.

“Speaking of Yoongi, is he here today? There are some documents that he needs to sign.” she asked, trying her best to sound nonchalant.

Taehyung nodded as he pulled out his phone to check the notification that just came in. She waited as Taehyung typed away at his phone before putting it away.

“Sorry I have somewhere I need to be.” he sighed and she waved her hand in front of her face letting him know that it’s no big deal.

As Taehyung made his way out of her office, he quickly ran through a list of meetings coming up and people she needed to know-all of which she made no mental note of.

“Oh!” he suddenly exclaimed, popping his head in past the door frame, “be nice to him today. I don’t think he slept at all last night.”

She stood still for a minute after Taehyung’s exit just trying to sort out her surroundings. She decided to go see Yoongi about those documents later-as late as she could push seeing him and set up her space. She made her way to her desk, placing her bag on her chair. There was a note and a small gift basket she hadn’t noticed earlier due to her excitement over the windows. The note was every corporate thank you card, even down to the font. Welcome and thank you for your cooperation and partnership. Please accept this gift basket on behalf of our team. We’re excited to work alongside you!

The gift basket however was not your typical chocolates and bottle of wine. She felt her stomach turn and a lump begin to form in her throat as she carefully looked through the basket. Inside were all her favorite snacks. Snacks that one would find in specific mom and pop ran convenience stores and snacks that only Yoongi would know she liked. Letting out a shaky breath, she pushed everything aside and unpacked her bag. It had been very hard rebuilding herself and putting together her new reality without Yoongi. Yoongi gave her no closure and then proceeded to do very well without her. It would have to take more than some gift basket to move her.

As the day went on, she had actually forgotten about seeing Yoongi. Between making sure everything was well on her company’s side and making sure the merge with Yoongi’s company would be seamless, there was no time to be sentimental or nostalgic. Her eyes stayed on her computer screen after telling whoever was knocking on the door to come in.

“Sorry, give me one second…I just have to send this email really quickly.” she apologized, typing as quickly as she could when she heard the door close from behind whoever it was.

“Take your time.”

Suddenly the email became irrelevant as her fingers slowed down to a halt. She tried her best to piece together what was left of the email she had to send with her mind clouded and foggy. When the ‘sent’ notification popped up, she swallowed the lump in her throat from earlier and slowly raised her head. She locked eyes belonging to a face she missed so much and also didn’t want to see.

“I hope I didn’t intrude or anything.” Yoongi said.

“No no, I’m basically done for the day.” she replied.

“How was the first day here?” he asked.

As she talked, Yoongi had to remind himself to not let his eyes wander. After half a year, he was only to make eye contact with her which wasn’t fair. In the years they were together, he had memorized her body like a prayer. He knew where every beauty mark was and where every scar from childhood injuries lay. He still remembered how she liked to be touched and if she let him, he’d have her writhing and moaning under him. Yoongi had to give up a lot of things to be where he was at and he didn’t care. Some of the things he had to give up were essential to his wellbeing such as sleeping and eating but those things took up time and as the old saying goes, money is time and time is money. Her leaving however was his biggest loss that he’d never recuperate from.

“I’m glad to hear everything went well today,” Yoongi nodded, “we’re excited to have everyone here in the next few days. Taehyung said you were going to see me to give me documents to sign but since it’s almost the end of your work day I thought I’d swing by instead.”

“Oh yes!” she dug through her bag grabbing the papers, “sorry it’s just been so busy. I meant to see you but lost track of time.”

This was kind of the truth. She had been very busy but she also did try to avoid seeing Yoongi as much as she could. Now that he was here in front of her, she had nowhere to hide. As long as she remained professional, there shouldn’t be an issue.

“Is this all?” Yoongi asked, sorting the papers on his lap.

“Yes, that's the last of all the paperwork Jin needs from you. I’m glad you came to see me because that was the last thing on my lis-“

“Jin?” Yoongi cut her off, eyes still on the papers.

To most people, Yoongi’s cadence remained in one tone. It was hard to hear any inflection from the way he spoke but she’d known him for so long that noticing any changes in his voice was like second nature.

“Yes Jin, the founder of Home?” she would be shocked if Yoongi didn’t know, after all, they were partnering together.

“I know who that is,” Yoongi scoffed, “I just didn’t expect you guys to be on a first name basis.”

Her brows furrowed trying to figure out Yoongi’s point, “Besides being my boss, Jin and I are very close.”

“So you’re fucking him?” Yoongi asked. The papers on his lap now forgotten on his lap as he leaned back with a raised brow.

After letting her body go into shock over what Yoongi said for a few seconds, she closed her laptop and chewed on the inside of her cheeks. She was no stranger to his bluntness but his audacity was something new.

“First of all, he’s married and second of all, my personal life is none of your business. Now if there’s anything else you need from me let me know otherwise I’m done for the day.” she said between gritted teeth.

The air between them grew heavy and tense. Neither of them wanted to move or say a word. She was not interested in any games he felt like playing and Yoongi was not interested in any small talk.

“I’ll have these scanned for Jin tomorrow. Have a good night.” Yoongi finally said as he got up to leave.

He hoped his scanner would be able to do its job because in the midst of their stare down, Yoongi had crumpled a few of the papers.

“It’s nice seeing you again, Yoongi.” she said although the sentimental words did not match her tone or the resentment in her eyes.

Yoongi didn’t reply as he walked out of her office.

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Yoongi kept his eyes glued on her and Jin who were sitting on the other side of the conference table chatting. Despite both of them being at the top of the food chain, Jin and Yoongi were polar opposites. Jin was approachable and had a friendly demeanour that people seem to gravitate towards. Yoongi was incapable of engaging in meaningless conversations which is why he made Taehyung the face of their company. Although Jin was nice, he was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. The man had a laugh that echoed through the room and seemed to never run out of things to talk about. As annoying as Yoongi thought Jin was, she seemed to love his presence. The both of them had been joking and giggling about nothing since they sat down.

“You’re fucking staring dude.” Taehyung whispered in Yoongi’s ear.

Realizing that Taehyung was right, Yoongi averted his gaze to his laptop screen which had been untouched for so long that the apple logo was bouncing back and forth. Once everyone that needed to be here had entered the conference room, Taehyung began his performance.

“Thank you everyone for being here!” Taehyung clapped, “we’re so excited to be partnering with all of you and thank you once again for choosing us.”

Yoongi didn’t even attempt to clap along with everyone else. If anything, the irregular rhythm made his head hurt. She stifled a laugh when she looked over at Yoongi who was very obviously still waking up. Business and money he was fluent in but people, people were too complicated for him. It wouldn’t be a far reach to assume that this was probably his third cup of coffee so far.

As the morning meeting went on, it was interesting to see how different the two CEO’s were. Jin enjoyed making jokes when he spoke and tried to make statistics and numbers sound fun while Yoongi spoke in a very matter of fact way and hardly smiled. It was funny watching Taehyung and Jin have a pissing match for the title of ‘Most Entertaining Person In the Room’. By the end of the meeting, no one was having Jin and Taehyung’s jokes anymore as everyone’s workload had tripled.

“Lets,” Yoongi suddenly called out, all eyes were on the guy that only said one sentence since the meeting started, “end. I think we all have a good idea of what to do. Have a great day everyone.”

This would be the first thing Yoongi has said so far that she agreed with. She quickly delegated tasks between the members on her team and followed them out of the conference room. She made her way to her office and let out an exasperated sigh at the calendar she hastily created. Every day was booked from start to finish and she would definitely have to be doing overtime starting today.

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And overtime she did, every night for the past week. With her company being so much smaller than Yoongi’s, she and her members were always the last ones to leave the office. It seemed like the workload was affecting the higher ups too because she hadn’t seen Jin, Taehyung or Yoongi at all. Their doors were always closed or they were in a meeting anytime she needed to speak to one of them. Tonight was no different. The basket of snacks she received had slowly disappeared through the week and as the hours passed, she could no longer ignore her hunger. Considering that she’d be here for a few more hours, a little break wouldn’t hurt. Closing her laptop, she made her way out of her office to the kitchen. She would never get used to how bright and noisy the building still was after hours. This environment was so different from Home. Everyone clocked in at 9 and left exactly at 5 but it seemed like people never left here. As she ventured down the hall, the floor eventually got darker and quieter. The smell of freshly brewed coffee got stronger the closer she was to the kitchen. She wondered who would be drinking coffee at this time and as she rounded the corner, it made sense.

“You’re still here?” Yoongi asked, eyebrows slightly raised.

“I’m surprised you’re still here too.” she replied.

Yoongi gave her a shrug and reverted his attention back to the coffee machine while she scoured the cupboards for whatever she could eat. Yoongi watched as she stood on the toes to peer through all the drawers and felt the corners of his lips turn upwards. He always found everything she did endearing and even after half a year, the sentiment still held true.

“I can order food for you if you want.” Yoongi cleared his throat.

She turned around, her cheeks red from embarrassment.

“It’s on company card.” he continued.

“Wouldn’t that be your money?” she laughed.

Yoongi chuckled and took a seat at the lunch table, pulling out his phone in the process. Without any apps besides what’s used for work, Yoongi quickly downloaded a delivery app. He sucked his teeth when a page requiring him to input his information and credit card popped up.

“I found a granola bar.” she said meekly.

He hadn’t noticed that she was standing beside him peeking at what he was doing on his phone. When they locked eyes, the both of them bursted out into laughter. Perhaps it was how much they had been working which made them a little delirious but this situation was so familiar and amusing. As their laughter died, an awkward silence began to fill the lunch room.

“I’m gonna head back to my office now that I found something to eat.” she waved her granola bar in front of his face.

“Do you want a cup of coffee with that? It should finish brewing soon.” Yoongi quickly said, hoping it didn’t come out too desperate.

She didn’t drink coffee at this time or anytime after noon but there was a bottle of melatonin on her bedside that did the trick whenever she couldn’t sleep.

“Sure,” she smiled, taking a seat across from him, “but just a little.”

The coffee was long forgotten after it had finished brewing. Yoongi listened attentively as she divulged into all the gossip from her personal life and she found her jaw continuously hanging from all the rumours Yoongi confirmed regarding all the celebrities he had worked with. The work piled on their desks seemed to not matter as they took back all the time lost in the six months they were away from each other. It was so easy with Yoongi because he always made her feel so safe and heard. It was so easy to love him.

“Wow, it’s almost nine!” she gasped after seeing the time flash on his phone.

This seemed to surprise Yoongi too. He really did mean to make one cup of coffee and bury his head in all the paperwork on his desk.

“Did you drive?” Yoongi asked.

She shook her head explaining how much easier it was to train than drive where she resided.

“Let me give you a ride home then.” he said, getting up and cocking his head towards the lunchroom door.

She drummed her fingers against her thighs as she tried to make a decision. There was no way she could get her work done at this hour and it would be nice to not take public transit so late at night. She bit the inside of her cheeks knowing that this was a very slippery slope.

“Okay, thank you.” she forced a smile, following him out the kitchen.

The car ride back to her place was quiet. Both of them tried to make small talk before deciding that it was better not to say anything. She sat with her hands in her lap, grasped tightly together. Being so close to him in such a confined space made her stomach flip. She was also too scared to touch anything in case she damaged the interior of his car even just a little bit. How much Yoongi made and how important he was definitely reflected in what he was driving. Leather seats, tinted windows, and butterfly doors. He really did seem to do just fine-even better-without her which was a kick to the gut and a hard pill to swallow.

“That’s me.” she said, pointing to her apartment complex.

Yoongi pulled aside and put his hazards on. Despite arriving at her place, her body didn’t move. She didn’t want to leave just yet.

“I’m um,” Yoongi began to speak, avoiding any eye contact, “I’m sorry for how I acted last week. It was unprofessional and uncalled for.”

“Thanks for the apology,” she smiled, “and for the ride home again.”

He nodded and tried to reciprocate her smile. Yoongi had thought about their reunion many times, playing different scenarios in his head. The one where she ended up working with him and where he was an asshole definitely was not one of the scenarios. Yoongi had all the money he could ever ask for, loyal employees and a nice car but right now in front of her, he felt like an idiot. His daily life consisted of sleepless nights, pointless meetings and going home to an empty penthouse. There was a time when he would obsess over all these useless things he had now but everything he owned was replaceable. By the time he realized that she was the one constant in his life, it was too late.

“It is really nice seeing you again, Yoongi.” she said, once again the sentimental words not reaching her sad eyes.

Whatever happened first was a blur as Yoongi’s fingers were tangled in her hair and her hands desperately grabbed any inch of his skin. Mutters of apologies from Yoongi were swallowed by her as she didn’t want him to pull even a centimetre away from his lips.

“Fuck! I’m sorry!” she gasped, when her heels accidentally scraped against the passenger door.

Yoongi cupped her cheeks and brought their foreheads together as they both tried to catch their breath.

“You could rip this whole thing apart, I don’t fucking care.” Yoongi chuckled.

She hated how she leaned into his touch, wanting more of him. All that work she did in six months, out the window the moment he gave her any time of day. The moment shared between them quickly came to a halt when a car began honking repeatedly from behind. Yoongi rolled his eyes and let his back hit against his chair as he glared at the driver from his side mirror. She hastily grabbed her things and left as quickly as she could to not upset the driver even more. She felt her anxiety rise when Yoongi’s car didn’t drive away, instead the passenger side windows rolled down.

“Goodnight,” Yoongi sighed, “see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Yoongi.” she waved and watched his tail lights disappear in the distance.

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Yoongi meant to speak to her about what happened that night. He didn’t know if he was going to apologize or if he was going to suggest they get back together, he truly didn’t know what his MO would be but he knew he had to talk to her. That was the plan at least until he got into work the next day. He had a bunch of urgent voicemails to get back to and it seemed like everything down the chain was going wrong. It if wasn’t a manager wanting to break a contract deal then it was another production studio wanting to negotiate a contract that they were happy with just a few days ago. Yoongi had to be in five places at once. The few minutes he did have to himself were filled with thoughts of her and what he was going to do. The clarity hit him when he realized that these issues at work would never go away. He would be needed constantly and being at the very top had a lot of risk involved. The best course of action was to leave that night as it was and relish in the memory of finally holding her and kissing her again for as long as he could. As of right now, he couldn’t offer her anything more than more papers and files to organize.

“Yo Yoongi, conference call in 10 minutes.” Taehyung’s voice appeared.

Yoongi sighed and glared at him. He had told Taehyung many times to knock and not just barge in but that man was as stubborn as they come.

“Whoa,” Taehyung whistled, putting his hands out in front of him, “caught you in a foul mood huh?”

Ignoring Yoongi’s very obvious agitated energy, Taehyung made his way behind Yoongi’s desk. He glanced down at all the files and papers the older one had spread on his desk.

“Did something happen?” Taehyung asked, nodding in the direction of an empty spot on Yoongi’s desk.

Yoongi’s poker face remained as he gathered all the documents he needed for the conference call.

“Like you said, we just signed a multimillion dollar contract. I don’t have time to think of things besides this contract and all the bullshit that’s been going wrong.”

Taehyung leaned against the drawers behind Yoongi’s desk and drummed his fingers against them.

“Remember that one time when we had 24 hours to fix a technical issue or our company was going to lose a bunch of clients?” Taehyung asked.

“Yeah,” Yoongi chuckled, “we were so fucked.”

“I went to get drinks and had a very long lunch that day. There was another time when one of our recording studio got broken into and we had a full schedule of recording the next day with some pretty important artists. I also got drinks and had a very long lunch to catch up with an old friend that day. I think I took a nap too.”

“Besides getting fired, what’s your point?” Yoongi snapped, both impressed and annoyed by Taehyung’s almost reckless behaviour.

“We had so many fires to put out but I still made time to live, Yoongi. And fuck it, even if our company fails, we still walk away able to provide for ourselves for a long time.” Taehyung sighed.

Yoongi got up and turned around to meet Taehyung’s eyes.

“We worked too hard and sacrificed too much to just let it fall over some dumb shit you want to waste your time doing.”

“I sacrificed maybe getting arrested for scamming people,” Taehyung scoffed. “you sacrificed your relationship. I didn’t know she was a waste of time.”

Yoongi’s arms fell to his sides as he stared at Taehyung. Little did Taehyung know, Yoongi had taken her picture out of the frame and kept it inside his jacket pocket. The picture frame meant nothing as it laid in his trashcan but he didn’t have the strength to throw her picture away.

“This might be your last chance, Yoongi.” Taehyung said.

“Conference call in 5 minutes.” Yoongi huffed, before walking out of his office.

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She hadn’t seen Yoongi in almost a week. He left her feeling confused, angry and sad. It was as if they had broken up all over again. If he had just wanted to fuck her, it would’ve been very obvious. But when they kissed, he was just as desperate as her. It was hard knowing someone like the back of your hand and then forced to be total strangers. It was even harder knowing that you were still in love with this stranger.

“Thank you everyone again for being on time. I’ll keep this morning's meeting short and simple so that we can all go back to work.” Taehyung smiled.

He waited until everyone was looking at him before continuing.

“As you can see, Yoongi isn’t here. He won’t be here for the next week either. There are some business matters that he needs to attend to out of town so any inquiries can go through me.”

After that bit of information, she stopped listening and began to draw random shapes in her notebook. Yoongi wouldn’t be here when her company went back to their own building. What was supposed to be a month was short as the merge was successful and being in Yoongi’s building wasn’t necessary anymore. She wanted to see him again but she was not going to initiate their meeting. Yoongi owed her so much and closure was going to be up to him. If she never saw him again, it would be on him. As much as it would hurt, she would eventually learn to put herself back together one more time.

“Hey, woohoo!”

Taehyung snapped his fingers in her face and waved his hands around to get her attention. She straightened her posture and looked around the empty meeting room.

“Oh shit, sorry I zoned out completely.” she groaned, running her hands through her hair.

“It’s all good,” Taehyung laughed, “literally nothing important was mentioned.”

Taehyung watched as she slowly gathered her things. She looked tired and her energy hadn’t been the same for a while.

“Everything alright?” Taehyung asked before she could make it out the door.

“Yeah!” she nodded, feigning a smile.

“He’s going to reach out.” Taehyung nodded.

She looked at Taehyung with curious eyes but didn’t ask what he meant.

“In the meantime,” Taehyung yawned, “you should make a list of things you want him to apologize for when he does.”

She laughed and shook her head which brought a genuine smile to Taehyung’s face.

“See you later Tae.” she waved.

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Yoongi looked back and forth frantically between his watch and the airplane. He wondered what was taking so long for everyone to board. In the midst of his restlessness, his phone began to ring and he wanted to throw it through the window. In the past 24 hours, he had to meet with three executive producers, convince a client to stay and got word that her company was leaving their building today. Their time zone difference was three hours and if he wanted to talk to her, he should’ve done it yesterday…or two weeks ago.

“What is it, Taehyung?” Yoongi answered.

“I miss you too,” Yoongi could see Taehyug roll his eyes on the other end, “how’s it going?”

Yoongi brought his phone away from his ear and stared at Taehyung’s name flashing on the screen with a baffled expression.

“You’re calling me to ask me how it’s going?” Yoongi hissed.

“You have such a way with words you know?” Taehyung teased.

“Taehyung, I swear to God I am going to-“

“They’re leaving tonight.” Taehyung cut him off.

The airport was bustling with people trying to get home and every ten minutes there was an announcement over the intercom. It was the worst place to think.

“I know,” Yoongi said, “I know.”

“You’re still over there for two more days.” Taehyung continued.

“I’m actually on my way home right now but my fucking plane is delayed.” Yoongi cursed.

“Need me to put on some possible fires for tomorrow?” Taehyung asked.

Yoongi felt his body suddenly relax and a gratefulness for his friend that he should’ve felt for a while now.

“Thank you, Taehyung.” Yoongi sighed before hanging up.

He sat down and buried his face in his hands. His plane was delayed for an hour which means Yoongi had an hour to figure out how to make everything right.

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She looked out the window and tried to burn the view into her brain. She would miss having this space so much. It was nice working in a setting where she saw actual sunlight everyday. Jin promised to buy her a calendar that had a different scenery every month to replace this beautiful view. She walked back to her desk and laughed at the ridiculously large box Taehyung’s team provided for her to pack up her things when all she had was her purse, her laptop and some pens. Despite the last day in Yoongi’s building, she was yet again the last to leave. The emails didn’t stop coming in and her list didn’t grow any smaller with things to do but at least the merge was successful. She decided to leave all her emails for tomorrow and call it a day as the sun had already set. She closed her laptop and looked at all the snack wrappers decorating her desk and floor. As much as she didn’t want to do a deep clean of this office, at least she would get to relish in the view for a little bit more.

She was only five minutes into her clean up duty when the notifications from her email could no longer be ignored. She found herself deep in work, with a pile of wrappers on the corner of her desk. Her office phone began to ring and she decided to ignore it, not wanting to stay longer than she had to. Eventually the ringing stopped, but her personal phone began to vibrate.

“Are you fucking kidding m-“

Her breath caught in her throat when she read the name flashing on her screen. She felt her body begin to slightly tremble and her heart race. With hesitating fingers, she answered the call.

“Not very professional of you to answer personal calls but not work calls.” Yoongi’s monotone voice spoke.

He hadn’t called her in a really long time. Six months to be exact.

“Why are you-um, do you need something?” she stammered, feeling extremely embarrassed afterwards.

“I heard your team is leaving tonight.” Yoongi replied.

“Yeah we are. It’s been nice working here though.” she answered.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Yoongi continued.

A silence passed between them as she tried to figure out what Yoongi wanted and as Yoongi tried to figure out what to say. She figured he was in a car by all the traffic noise she could hear in the background. Whether it was someone driving or him, he was going very fast.

“Did you call me just to say goodbye?” she laughed.

“Actually I called hoping you would stay.”

She steadied her breath as her heart hammered through her ears.

“Yoongi you don’t get to do that.” she whispered.

“I know-“

“You don’t get to decide when you want me and when you don’t. You don’t get to disappear and reappear whenever you want.” she cut him off, feeling her eyes water up.

She heard his car rev followed by honking.

“Isn’t that what you did?” Yoongi scoffed.

She rolled her eyes, the feeling of anger all too familiar.

“Why? Because I left you? Me working here was a coincidence.” she spat.

“Why did you leave?” Yoongi asked, the tone of his voice changing to one with remorse.

She leaned back on her chair and stared blankly at her laptop screen.

“I didn’t want to.” her voice came out quiet.

She had a loud screech from the road and glanced over at the window to locate where the sound came from. She slowly peeled her cell phone away from her ear when a familiar black car pulled into the street in front of the building, the parking careless and unaligned with the curb.

“What the hell…” she whispered to herself.

The person who stepped out of the car seemed like they were in a rush. Their bag was slung over their shoulder as they ran into Yoongi’s building.

“I’m sorry I didn’t reach out sooner.” Yoongi’s voice from the other end brought her attention back to their phone call. He sounded like he was out of breath, “And I’m sorry for being an asshole the entire time you’ve been here.”

She heard an elevator ding from his end.

“I’m sorry for just letting you go. These last six months really sucked and I know I fucked up.” he continued.

The elevator on her floor opened and she heard footsteps coming towards her office. Her cell phone was now laying on her desk and she stood up from her chair, her heart refusing to slow down.

“I’m really sorry.” Yoongi panted as he turned the corner into her office.

His phone was by his side and his eyes wide with desperation. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Yoongi’s usual polished appearance was absent in the presence of his untucked shirt and uncombed hair. He dropped his bag onto the floor beside his feet and slowly approached her. His footsteps were hesitant and his breath labored.

“I left because we couldn’t keep up with each other anymore.” she finally said, stopping Yoongi in his tracks.

Yoongi stood still. He found it hard to catch his breath but not from the running earlier.

“I needed more from you and you needed this.” she said, arms gesturing towards his building.

“But it was for us.” he answered as he clenched and unclenched his fists to release the anxiety building up in his body.

She stared at him with a slight smile on her face while her eyes watered, “I didn’t need any of this Yoongi, I just needed you.”

With a defeated shrug, she leaned against her desk and felt her tears stream down her face. It still hurt like it did six months ago. It took so much strength to leave Yoongi and even more strength to get over him but in the end, she just wasn’t strong enough yet. In a few short strides, Yoongi was by her side holding her in his arms. He gently pushed her head onto his chest where she could hear just how quickly his own heart was beating. Not a word was said between them as they melted into each other's embrace. She allowed her tears to flow onto his shirt and closed her eyes to enjoy as much of him as she could. Yoongi watched her body slightly relax as he stroked her hair, the lump in his throat getting harder to swallow after every sniffle and sigh escaping from her. After a while, he brought a hand under her chin and slowly lifted her head, his heart clenching at her tear stained cheeks.

“I know I got carried away,” he mumbled, remembering all her text messages that he left unanswered and all the dates he forgot, “but you always had me. You still have me. I should’ve-I…I shouldn’t have let you go like that. I’m so, so sorry.”

Hearing his words only made her cry more. She wiggled out of his hold and buried her face back into his chest.

“You really suck.” she mumbled, eliciting a chuckle from Yoongi.

“Can you give me another chance or do I suck too much?” he teased and laughed when he felt her jab his stomach with her fist.

“I’ll do it right this time,” Yoongi continued, “I’ll take more time off and work less and just-“ his breath hitched. His desperation for her and the realization that she could turn him away was too much, “let me make it all right again.”

He felt her untangle herself from his hold before looking up at him.

“Yoongi you’re busier than ever and with this merge I am too.” she sighed, her hands holding onto his.

“Technically you guys work under me now and I am approving of us for a two week vacation break beginning of next month.” Yoongi knew there was a lot at risk on the business side but if Taehyung can get drinks during the middle of the work day and nap, then fuck it.

She watched as his thumbs stroked her hands in his grip and wanted to laugh at just how much control he had over her. She wasn’t strong enough to get over Yoongi but was strong enough to possibly get hurt again.

“Taehyung said I should make a list of apologies you owe me.” she jabbed him again.

“I expect that list on my desk by next week then," he laughed as he cupped her face, bringing her closer to him, "And I’ll make it all up to you.” Yoongi whispered, sealing his promise against her lips.

Authors Note: Hi!!! Sorry I haven't been writing. I am infected with the unmotivated and uninspired bug. And thank you for all the suggestions of writing in a way that is inclusive for everyone. I've just had this one shot in the drafts for like weeks so I didn't change anything. Anyways, thank you for reading and the support!

#yoongi #bts #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #suga #yoongi scenarios #yoongi fanfic #yoongi oneshot #bts ceo au #bts oneshot

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KitKat's and Milk

Summary: She’s finally back as his PA after having a baby and Dieter is just trying to help

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x unnamed OFC

Wordcount: 2.1k

Rating: E

Warnings: lactation kink, dumb puns (it's dieter), mentions of drugs, mentions of childbirth, smut (fingering, implied unprotected sex), suppressed feelings????

Masterlist

Dieter could think of a million other things he wanted to be doing right now.

Fuck, he even would prefer going to his work-out (yes, he worked out daily now) instead of another fucking award show where way too entitled people celebrated themselves like they actually accomplished something.

It was just fucking acting. He was good at it. Did he care for award shows? No, but he did like the after parties.

It was 6:04 am. He could be sleeping. He could be jerking off. Fuck he could have gone to the gym and railed the perfect fucking ass of his personal trainer. (he was one of those tik tok influencer wannabes who only ate green things? Weird fucking dude… No gag reflex though)

“Get out of bed Bravo, before I make you,” a voice he hadn’t heard in a while came from his left before the curtains were ripped open.

“Fuck,” he groaned, turning around covering his head with a pillow.

He heard a noise that faintly sounded like gagging.

“It’s too fucking early to see your naked ass.”

He wiggled his ass at her and felt her throw something at him. He finally turned around, looking up at her while she looked at the ceiling.

“Oh come on babe, nothing you haven’t seen before,” he teased, suppressing the urge to grab his morning wood as he looked at her.

His personal assistant.

On her first day back after giving birth to what he had to admit was one of the cutest babies he had ever seen.

Unfortunately not his. (Wait unfortunately? Let’s not get into that now)

Her sperm donor (he refused to call the piece of shit boyfriend or father) had left her after finding out she was pregnant. Which led to her quarantining with Dieter for the better part of her pregnancy until she left from one day to the other and moved back to her apartment for the last couple of weeks for the pregnancy.

That was almost four months ago and the only times he had seen her were when he visited her at home and through facetime.

He missed her. Not that he would ever admit to it or say it out loud.

Dieter wasn’t one to pine over a woman (or man or nonbinary or… about anyone really) but fuck if he didn’t dream about that one night almost six years ago where they met. Well, fucked. They really met the day after at her interview to become his PA.

He pulled the covers over his body, turning to lay on his back, stretching his tired muscles as she carefully opened one eye, now smiling down at him.

“Picked up your favourite for breakfast.”

“You mean your favourite. My favourite is…”

“If you say your pussy I am going to slap you. I have clean clothes on and I left my baby with my mother for the first time since I pushed him out of me, because nobody can handle your annoying ass. Do not try me, Dieter,” she threatened with a half amused smile.

“I was going to say pancakes but okay…” he shrugged and she rolled her eyes.

“Go take a shower. I can smell you from here,” she turned around.

“I’ll wait downstairs!”

The day flew by.

From breakfast to seeing his stylist, to a dozen online interviews which made no sense whatsoever because he would be on the red carpet in less than four hours. He could (and would have to) answer questions there?

Yes he might have been nominated for a Golden Globe but fuck couldn’t those people not like… chill or take a xanax?

It was times like this that he missed coke. Or…. drugs other than weed.

Which he had sworn off mostly because of her, telling him that she could not continue to be in his life with the drugs when there was a baby around.

Even if it wasn’t his.

He was Uncle Dee.

The door behind him opened and he looked up into the mirror seeing her walk in. He frowned.

“Why are you holding your boobs?” he turned around.

“I forgot to pump and now I’m leaking.”

“Yeah, hate when that happens,” he joked and the look he received could have killed him if it were possible.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cursed walking into the ensuite bathroom.

“Can I help?” he yelled after her, grabbing a kit kat.

“No.”

“You sure? Could use some milk with my Kit Kat,” he grinned, very proud of himself for that pun.

The door opened and she just stood there in her bra, the cups having a wet spot where her nipples were.

“You did… not just say that.”

“I did.”

“Dieter…” she sighed.

“I’m serious. You know. I could help you,” he bit into his KitKat, raising his left eyebrow.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Why on earth did she forget her breast pump?

Of course she could call her mom and have it sent here within thirty minutes. But… deep down she always wondered….

This pregnancy could have been hard on her but surprisingly it was Dieter who made it easy for her? They had quarantined together and while he was still his…. Annoying and exhausting self he was the one who rubbed her back through morning sickness. He was there when she first felt her baby move inside of her. He was the one who drove to McDonalds for vanilla milkshakes at 3 am.

He was her boss but he also was her best friend.

Which was why she had moved out before she gave birth. It became too easy to imagine what life could have been if she hadn’t turned him down all those years back. After they had sex. After she had started to work for him. After Dieter asked her if she wanted to make this between them a permanent thing.

Back then with the way he was living it could have never worked. But now?

He still was her go to masturbation fantasy, so why the fuck shouldn’t she…

She opened her eyes, finding Dieter still sitting on the chair in front of the mirror wearing only the fluffy white hotel robe, about to eat the rest of his Kit Kat. She glanced at the clock behind him, noticing they had almost 90 minutes before they would be picked up.

Walking over to the door she locked it and began to take off her bra, sighing as the cold air hit her skin. Turning around she walked towards Dieter who was looking up at her, licking his lips.

“You gonna be a good boy and help me, baby?” she asked and Dieter felt his already half hard cock twitch. He spread his legs so she could stand between them.

“You gonna slap me if I say yes mommy?” he grinned and she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

She stopped right in front of him and Dieter tried to continue to lookin into her eyes but her tits were right there in front of his face. Her nipples leaking and fuck he wanted to taste her.

“Call me mommy and I’ll have to punish you,” she said and Dieter chuckled, putting one arm around her back to pull her closer.

“Be… Fuck be gentle. They're really sensitive,” she whispered as she looked down at him, now standing between his spread legs.

“I remember,” he whispered and she shuddered as she felt his tongue on her right nipple.

She rested one of her hands on his shoulder, her other hand on the back of his head, playing with his hair.

He began by softly kissing both of her tits, licking over her skin softly, moaning as he tasted the first drops when his tongue licked over her hard nipple before he closed his mouth around her nipple and began to suck.

She sighed, stroking her hand through his hair as he released the filthiest moan she had ever heard as he drank from her and she could feel the relief almost immediately.

“So fucking good,” he mumured against her skin licking over her skin as he continued to suckle. She felt him getting hard against her leg and she fought the urge to touch him.

Not yet.

She closed her eyes, biting her lip to keep her own moan to herself.

It felt different, of course it did. There was something so unbelievably sexy about having Dieter drink from her, helping her, she could feel herself getting wetter by the second.

“Fuck, Dieter…” she couldn’t stop her whine and his arm seemed to pull her even closer as she felt his other hand slowly making its way up her inner thigh, the flowy skirt she was wearing giving him easy access. And she would be the last one to stop him.

It had been almost a year since someone other than herself had touched her.

“Can I make you cum?” he asked, looking up at her as he switched to her other breast.

“Already halfway there…” she mumbled and he grinned.

“I do have a talented tongue,” he wiggled his eyebrows and she released a huff of laughter, pulling at his hair to tilt his head back so he was looking up at her.

She felt his cock twitch against her left leg.

“Keep it to good use and you might be rewarded later,” she hummed and he grinned, his hand now between her legs, finding her soaked.

“You want me to sit on your cock while you suck on my tits, Dieter?” she asked and he groaned, pushing her panties to the side to swipe his fingers through her wet pussy.

“You want to cum inside this pussy?” she whispered, leaning down close against his air.

“Fill me up while you suck my tits?”

“Fuck baby when did you get so fucking filthy and horny?”

“I’ve been horny for months, babe,” she hummed, biting her lip as she felt him ease one of his fingers inside of her with ease.

“Should have said something sooner, I’m always up to fuck you.”

“Yeah?” she asked, he nodded.

She let go of his grip on his hair, pushing his robe open, seeing his cock angry and already leaking with precum. He leaned back in, softly sucking on her other nipple

“Fuck,” she moaned, arching her back against him as his other hand massaged her breast and she felt it leak down her breast.

“Could spend all day drinking from you,” he hummed, pushing a second finger inside of her, making her gasp.

“And eating you too,” he winked.

“I… I… I might just… fuck you’re such a good boy for me Dieter…” she whimpered and he groaned, getting drunk on her.

Her.

It was always her.

“Wanna make you cum…”

“Keep it up and I will. So close…”

He sucked, hard, making her scream, moving his fingers inside of her, his thumb flicking over her clit.

He switched to her other breast, licking up the fluid that was dripping down her breast before he sucked again.

“Shit… Dieter…. I’m gonna…. I’m gonna cum…” she moaned, pulling at his hair as she fell over the edge, coming harder than she had in forever.

“My good girl,” he praised her, releasing her nipple.

He pulled her in his arms as she shook, making her straddle his lap as he kissed up her chest until he kissed her lips. His soft lips on hers, his tongue diving into her mouth and she could still taste her sweetness.

He had one arm around her back, his other hand reaching to the side and she chuckled when he grabbed another Kit Kat, wiggling his eyebrows as he opened it.

“I think I sucked you dry,” he said, breaking the Kit Kat in half, giving her the second piece which she took with an amused grin.

“Gonna have to return the favour at some point, huh?” she teased and he grinned, putting the chocolate in his mouth.

“I’d like that,” he winked up at her, watching her eat the chocolate before her hand grabbed his cock.

“But not now,” she began to pump him and he groaned before she felt her lips on her chin.

“Cause now I wanna ride that cock.”

He didn’t win the award that night.

But you cheered him up with a blow job on your way home, so he really did win in the end.

#my fic #dieter bravo #diete bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x female reader #Pedro pascal #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction

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bts-spnlvr12 · 2 years

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Part of The Bargain

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader (Past & Eventual)

Characters: Reader’s parents, siblings, other family members (OFCs)

Prompt: Based of a scene from the 1996 movie, Twister

“He didn’t keep his part of the bargain.”

“Which Part?”

Summary: You’re with your family for the holidays after filming the last couple of episodes for season 15 of Supernatural, when an unexpected guest come to visit for a while. Will you and Jensen be able to fix what happened a few years ago? (also idk if the reason why they separated makes sense but I tried... :/)

Warnings: Mentions of break up, angst, eventual/slight fluff?, minor anxiety, slight crying, smut, dub-con (I think that’s it?)

**For the sake of this story, Jensen is single, but I love the Danneel and their gorgeous family, but I hope you guys enjoy this!!!**

You pulled into the driveway of your family’s house, and shut off the car, you get out and grab the bag you packed for the week you have off from filming...

You walk into the house and are greeted by your siblings, parents and everyone else who was there, you walked into the kitchen and helped out with what you could then went outside and played with your youngest niece which made you smile widely...

You mom called for dinner from the patio and everyone headed inside and fix their own plates one by one and sat at the long dining table in between your sister, Adahlia, who’s 5 years older and your dad’s uncle, Eric while chatting about what’s been going on the past year and how everyone is doing...

After a while when everyone is done eating, you all talked for a little longer before getting things cleaned up and grabbing a mug of coffee, hot chocolate or whatever everyone’s preferred drink was and went to sit down in the living room waiting for everyone so gifts could be opened...

Once everyone sat down and opened their gifts, some of your family decided to head home while others stayed a while longer before doing the same...

While helping your mom finish up the rest of the dishes and putting the food away, the doorbell is rung, “I’ll get it...” You dad hollers and heads to the front door and opens it, you then manage to hear from a far, “Hi Jensen, how have you been?”

You felt your heart skip a beat, you dated Jensen about a few years ago but you guys broke up due to one point in your guys’ relationship became particularly difficult for both you and him...

The day you guys decided to take a break was the hardest, it not that you no longer loved him, it was the fact that the stress of being more disconnected with one another was becoming too much and there wasn’t as much intimacy or romance that was there in the first two years of being together...

Since then you haven’t gotten back together, you miss him like crazy everyday, being on set with him is a bit awkward at times, but every once in a while you’ll talk to him about the script or how things are in general, but it still doesn’t make it easier to see or talk to him...

You told your mom that you’ll be upstairs, she nodded and you quickly made it upstairs as you felt your anxiety start to flare up, you couldn’t face him like this, you sat down on your bed and calmed down after about 5 minutes but stayed there for a while, before someone knocked on the door of your childhood home, “Come in...”

Your dad, Lake walked in and smiled softly, “Hey sweetheart, someone is here to see you...” You nodded, “I know, I heard from the kitchen that it was Jensen...” Lake nods, “Take your time before you meet him, I know it’s hard to see him but he still cares for you...” You look at him and nod, smiling softly...

“Thank you, and you’re not wrong about it being hard, hell, I can’t believe he remember that we do family dinner during Christmas...” You chuckle softly as he comes and hugs you...

“It’s been a while, but he’s downstairs when you come down, alright?”

“Alright...” Lake gets up and closes your door as he heads back downstairs, you take a few minutes longer to compose yourself then head downstairs and see Jensen sitting in one of the chairs in the living room, watching the late night football game...

He looks up at you and smiles softly and gets up and hugs you tightly, you wrap your arms around him and stay there for a minute before pulling away, already missing the feeling of his arms around you, “How have you been?”

“Um...I’ve been doing good, how about you?” You go and sit down on the couch, Jensen sitting next to you, “I’ve been doing okay, been busy a lot though but I needed something to do while on break...” You nod as you both talk the night away, then the silence became deafening and tense...

“Okay, this is gonna drive me crazy...” Jensen mutters loud enough for you to hear, you look at him, head tilted with a confused look on your face, “I...I can’t stop thinking about you--us, I miss all the things we used to do, the everyday hugs, cuddles, kisses...” He pauses and chuckles a bit, “The way I could make you feel good even if I never touched you, I miss it all, Y/n...”

You looked at him shocked, you looked down at your feet, “I miss it all too Jensen, I can’t stop thinking about you, and how hard it is to see and talk to you without thinking about what we used to have...” You felt tears starting to form, you sniffled and wiped your eyes and started to get up and head outside to the patio...

“Y/n, wait...” Jensen follows you and shuts the door so your parents couldn't hear the conversation, “You know how hard it was for me the day we decided to take a break from one another? I couldn’t stand the thought of it, but I respected it because I understood why we needed to do it the way we did...”

You sit in one of the patio chairs, looking down at your feet, you couldn’t even look at him, “I did to Y/n, it was hard to wake up when you weren’t there to give me a good morning kiss or wake up to seeing your sleeping figure right beside me...” Jensen pauses, tears running down yours and his faces heavily, he then continues...

“I wanted to fight so hard for us, but when the romance and intimacy started fading...I knew something had to be done, did we have to take a break? No we didn’t, but I guess we wouldn’t be here now if we never did separate for a while, it made us realize how much we actually needed one another even if it was a few years after that day...” Jensen finally crouched down in front of you, making you look into his beautiful green eyes that you loved so much....

“I guess not, but what are you tryna say, Jensen?” You whisper, He caresses your cheek with his thumb gently, which you automatically lean into his touch, eyes closed as more tears fell down your face, “I want to try again, Y/n, I really want to, but I want to know if you’re ready to, it’s okay if you don’t want to or need a while to think, but I miss you so damn much...”

“Just give me sometime to think, Jens...I really want this too but I’m afraid to get hurt again like last time...” You whisper as your foreheads touch, “I promise you won’t get hurt again, I’m going to make things right for the two of us, I should’ve kept fighting harder in the first place, just take time to think this over, alright? No rush, I want to make sure we both want this officially...” You nod and he leans in a kisses you softly, you kiss him back the same way, he pulls away...

“I better get home, it’s almost midnight...” Jensen slowly gets up, you follow him to the front door and open it for him, he kisses your cheek before saying your goodbyes then shut the door once you see him drive down the street, you went upstairs and laid on your bed, thinking about what just happened but you eventually fell asleep...

A couple of weeks later, end of Supernatural, at home back in your Dallas apartment...

You were just relaxing in your apartment, watching your favorite Netflix show, thinking about what Jensen said two weeks ago at your family Christmas dinner, you started zoning out from the show when you officially made your decision...

You’ve been constantly fighting on which way to go, but you both were right, you both missed each other, you miss what you both had all those years ago and you want it back, you don’t think you could last another week to decide even if you wanted or needed to...

You head to your car after shutting off everything and locking your apartment, you get in and drive to your parents house, once you arrive you park in the driveway and knock on the door, you mom comes and opens the door and smiles...

“Hey sweetie, how have you been?” She hugs you tightly and lets you in, “I’m good, are you busy by any chance?” Lydia shakes her head, “Not at all, I just got done cleaning the house, what do you need?”

“I need some advice...” She nods, “Okay, where should we go? Are you thirsty?” You nod and asked for some water, she then fixes a tray with two glass cups and a glass pitcher filled with iced water, and some lemon slices, you go sit out on the patio after helping her and sigh, “What’s up, honey?” You look at her and fix a glass with a lemon slice, then sigh heavily then start explaining...

She nods and listens until you’ve finished, “Is this what you really want, sweetheart? You guys loved one another so much, but I know you’re afraid of getting hurt again...” You nod, “I love him so much still, mom, that night he came over for family dinner, he said he would keep fighting for us this time, and that he’ll make things right this time...” You paused and smiled, blushing a little, “He kissed me as well, I felt the love he was talking about...”

You mom looks at you, smiling softly, “He didn’t keep his part of the bargain.”

“Which part?” You look back at her, tapping the side of your glass gently after you look away once again...

“To spend his life pining for you, to love you through all eternity, to be one with you...” She finishes what she started to say, you smile softly and nod, “So, what I would do?” “I would go find him, and prove that you want him back...” You nod and finish your glass of water, and talked with your mom for a while longer before getting up...

“Thank you mom for the advice, now...I’m gonna find that sexy man and figure something out...” Lydia chuckles and hugs you and say your goodbyes before heading down out to your car and drive to Jensen’s house, you felt nervous still but you were confident about this at the same time...

You park in his drive way, compose yourself before getting out and heading to his front door and knocking, he opens the door and lets you inside, “Y/N? What are you doing here?” You look him in his gorgeous green eyes and sigh softly, “I...I have an answer about what you told me a couple weeks ago, at the family dinner...” He gently takes your hand and kisses the knuckles softly, “Just remember, we don’t have to get back together...”

“I know, but I really want this, Jensen. I...I miss us, and yes I’m still scared of being hurt like last time but...I’m willing to try again if we both fight for us, to communicate whenever we feel things are fading again, or if one of us is struggling with something, literally anything to keep us together this time...” He nods, “I can agree to that, I will do anything to keep us together this time...”

You nod and the walk closer to him and kiss him softly, he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly against him as the kiss get a little more heated, he runs his tongue over your lips trying to gain entry, which you gladly let him in, tongues fighting for dominance but in the end Jensen wins...

He picks you up by the thighs and you wrap you legs around his waist, he then carries you upstairs to his bedroom and gently sets you down when he walks inside, “Are you sure you want this?” You nod and walk to him, he kisses you on the top of your head as he moves down going to your throat and kissing and sucking softly under your jaw, right where he knew your sweet spot was at, causing you to moan softly...

“You still remembered, huh? Where to make me feel good in all the right places...” He smirks as he looks into your eyes, you then slowly back him up till he hits the wall, then you kiss him fervently...

Your breathing along with his begins to get heavier, as he reaches for the hem of your shirt and removes it, separating for a little bit before going back in for more, he then lifts you up then goes to the bed and lays you down, and kisses down your body until he reaches the hem of your jeans, he looks up at you once again...

You nod, knowing he was asking for permission to continue and he does so by unbuttoning them and dragging them down your legs and disposing of them somewhere in the room he then works his way back up and kisses you passionately, “Sit up.” You do as he says as he skillfully unclasps your bra as your smirk, “Still got it, hot stuff...”

“You know I do...” He returns the reply with a smirk, as he goes down and removes your panties as well and moves in between your thighs and licks a stripe through your folds, causing you to buck your hips slightly and squeal at the sensation, “Oh god, J-Jensen!”

He then proceeds to kiss and suck lightly on your clit, you tangle your fingers through his slightly longer locks he’s managed to grow ever since Supernatural ended, he groans softly as he continues...

“J-Jensen, please, I-I’m close..” He looks up at you and manages to say against you, “Go ahead, sweetheart...” He then sucks harder on your clit, your thighs tense up as you cum all over his lips and chin...

He then cleans his face a bit then comes up and kisses you passionately, he removes his own jeans and boxers then strokes his cock, then lines up with your entrance, he looks into your eyes to make sure it’s okay, you nod and smile softly...

He slides halfway into you, causing you to gasp loudly, not only from the feeling of his cock but also the sensitivity from the orgasm you had a minute ago, he slowly slides all the way in then kisses you, you wrap your arms around his arms and look him deeply in the eyes, you pinch the shoulder blade very lightly, letting him know that he could move...

He starts to slowly thrust into you, moaning softly with a slight grunt from the intense pleasure he was feeling, saying ‘I love you’ every so often, with slightly curses once every other thrust, causing you to scratch your nails down his back, also with the occasional nip on the top of his left shoulder...

“F-fuck Jensen...I’m c-close!” You managed to get out in a strangled moan, “M-me too b-baby, cum with me!” You match your hip movements with his thrusts, “Fuck! I’m cum-...”

As you started to scream out, you felt him release right into you, and your cum mixing with his, he lifts his head after a bit then kisses you passionately and turns you both on your sides as he holds you, with him still inside of you...

“I love you so much Jensen, promise we’ll both work to keep us together this time?” You rub his shoulder softly, “I promise darling...” He interlocks his hand with yours, he eventually pulls out, the pulls you closer to him, laying your head on his chest as you both drift off into sleep...

#Jensen Ackles #jensen ackles imagine #jensen ackles oneshot #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles drabble #angst #fluff?#forgiveness #breakup #smut #jensen ackles x reader smut #Jensen Ackles Smut

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in-christalone · 1 year

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Hey girl! Ok so I NEED another opinion asap so I’ve been Christian for just over 2 years and granted; I slip up and need God every day and have A LOT to learn but someone who ended up becoming close to me and turned to Christianity about a year ago now started acting in a way that felt belittling or just emotionally hurtful especially when it comes to my faith and I am grateful to Jesus every single day. Sometimes life gets the better of me but this person would sometimes say that I don’t look like I’m having a good time in church simply because I wasn’t dancing around ~ I am shyyyy ~ but Jesus is helping me and if I point out that yes, sometimes I am tired and did not even want to come to church but I did cause of God an honouring him that just wasn’t good enough. Sometimes was pointing out I have all the problems that I’m not sharing and I need to go to God about it cause if I did have a relationship with Jesus I’d not have issues like that 🥲 I don’t know how else to describe this behaviour but this person often starts talking like a failure OR that I’m being judged of anyone else is being judged for anything that doesn’t seem to fit how they want us to be in church, sometimes I get so confused so I didn’t want to go to church because I dread this behaviour which I know is not a good thing on my behalf but one time I had not showered and I didn’t have time and I had a family thing in the afternoon. I let the friend know that I know it would have been nice, but I don’t think I can go today because I feel gross and didn’t have time to do anything but I will still spend time with God and the response I got was that I was being silly and who cares if I haven’t showered because Jesus will cleanse me….

Hey, its OKAY. I am also like that, some days I am so mentally, physically and spiritually drained that I wont even sing, I'll just stand while listening to everyone else sing. There's honestly no problem with this, your behavior isn't wrong, give yourself some grace. You're a human living in a world system that's ruled by satan. Yes, God is in control and even satan is under God's chains, but satans influence on us is sometimes overwhelming. THE IMPORTANT THING IS; you showed up to church, you obeyed Christ by not forsaking the gathering of the saints. (Let it be said that if youre sick, stay home ofc)

Church attendance doesn't require you to dance around or constantly have a smile on your face. Sometimes that's hard to do, I get it cause I'm the same way.

Next time this person bothers you, tell them to show you where the Bible say that dancing in church is a commandment, and then tell her that she shouldn't expect so much from people, and frankly to mind her business (unless your obviously in sin)

Hope it goes well for you!

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littleonebub · 2 years

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Serendipitous New Beginnings

Part 3

Everly moves to America for a year for a much needed break. Little does she know she signed up for more than she bargained for.

Pairings: Syverson x Everly Rakena (Asian OFC)

Warnings: Swearing. Drunken behaviour. Unsolicited attention. Alcohol abuse. Smut in future parts.

A/N: Hey! The muse was willing so I decided to post early. Thanks again to everyone that has shown this fic some love. I appreciate every single one of you.

Word count: 2484

Always have to thank my boo @jessinchains for being the main cheerleader of this fic. What would I do without you?

Not beta’d. All mistakes are unfortunately mine.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sandcastle nor our Captain Syverson though I wish I did ?

Big thanks to @firefly-graphics for the stunning dividers!

Please don’t copy or steal my work.

Taglist:@jessinchains@rmtndew@lunaschild2016@offroadinjandals@kingliam2019@bourbonwithice@lizausten29@just-chirpin

Everly POV

It felt good, it felt so fucking good to be free. To not have to worry about anyone else other than myself. To have no other responsibilities or obligations other than TO myself.

I haven’t been this free for a longggg time.

It felt strange. Foreign. Unknown. Good, but also scary.

I’ve just worked a 12-hour shift, but instead of doing what I used to do, I'm out with my girl’s living it up.

7am-7pm: Work with only a half an hour break. I should be exhausted, and I am. But that’s what energy drinks are for.

I go home, get ready, late as dinner, and then out into the clubs. Everyone’s already a little buzzed having had two or three drinks at the restaurant. Vodka Redbull my poison of choice. Who said energy drinks couldn’t be more fun?

I can hear Lea’s voice in my head: “Have fun but take care and be careful, sis!”

She didn’t come with. She went home to be with her man, Eric, and her adorable son, Isaac. She’s like the mother hen of the group. I guess her partying days are behind her. I’m late to mine.

It must be our lucky night because we barely had to wait in the queue for long; we’re ushered into the club by the bouncers. Second club of the night and we’re hoping this one was a good one. We weren’t vibing with the music of the other place. .

The place is packed. The music booming hard through the speakers. Everyone seems to be having a good time.

Shayla has sashayed her fine self straight to the dance floor dragging me along with her; Lydia straight to the bar. Casey right behind us pushing Lauren ahead.

“You’re gonna have a damn good time and forget about work for once in your life!” I hear Casey yell.

Lauren had a tough day with difficult procedures and challenging patients. I wouldn’t know the extent.. I was too bloody busy running between general, orthodontics, and periodontics. I’m scared to see how many steps I’ve taken today, and the night’s not even over yet.

I feel Shayla dance closer to me smiling like there’s a little devil on her shoulder.

“So is tonight the night? You finally gon’ take someone home?”, She winks at me trying to be slick.

Every time we’re out she tries to set me up with every Tom, Dick, and Harry that she can get her hands on.

I laugh and roll my eyes at her. I’m gonna gap before she can sucker me into anything. I point to the bar letting them know I want a drink, and to also find Lydia.

I push myself through all the bodies shouting a never ending chorus of “excuse me, pardon me” trying hard to get through all these gigantors when I finally make it to one of the ends of the really long bar.

“Heyyy, little one!” Lydia slurs, and grabs me for a hug. She’s had a few.

The rest of the girls follow behind me and we all order two rounds of wet pussy shots; we down them quickly when we hear someone come and approach us.

“Wassup ladies”, his voice is cocksure and stupid loud.

He comes on right over to me, and puts his arm around me.

“Yo, shorty. What they call ya, huh?”, the arrogance of this boy is just oozing out of him.

I grab his arm, shaking my head, dropping it fast beside him.

“First of all I ain’t your “shorty”, bro. Second of all, don’t be putting your hands on me”

“Ooo sorry, mah bayd. Lemme buy ya a drink to apologize'', he winks thinking he’s real cute.

“How ‘bout if you guess my age right you can have my number otherwise you can piss right off”, I grin big; knowing he won’t be able to succeed. No one has been able to get this shit right. This is the surefire way to get rid of him.

“Damnnnn girl, you feisty lil thang!“

I roll my eyes at him, just waiting for him to answer.

The sudden confidence is gone but he answers nonetheless

“21”

The girl’s and I laugh.

“Later, bo!”, we wave his ass goodbye. This always gets rid of unwanted attention quick.

Next thing you know our jam comes on. The timing couldn’t have been any more perfect. Shayla starts hollering, and I can’t help but join in too.

It’s time to get our asses back on the dance floor. And that’s exactly what we do.

We’re all pushed up together, rapping along with the song, dancing, having a damn good time.

Our fave part comes on and I can’t help but slide on over to Lauren, putting her hands on my hips as I back it up on her. I can hear her laugh and sway along with me, cracking up even louder as I drop it wayyy down, and start twerking on her. The other girls are laughing, egging us on as she gets into it. I get back up laughing and turn around to give Lauren a hug.

“And there you have the Evie special; just for you tonight”, I shout over the music into her ear.

“Awww, you lil shit. You always know how to cheer me up”. She hugs me back tight, a grin on her face as we pull away.

We dance a bit longer when I suddenly don’t feel too good. The sleep deprivation is finally catching up with me. The air is thick and heavy, and with barely any water in me and all this alcohol I need fresh air.

I tell Lauren I’m gonna step out for a bit and I push through the bodies to make my way through the back. Opening the door as I make my way outside and step into the cold night air.

The fresh air was just what I was after; it was getting hot in there, and I needed a breather. I focus on the air filling my lungs when I let out a small breath. I hear the door slam shut loudly, but I pay it no mind.

“Looks like ya need this”, I hear a familiar voice over the music and bass from inside the club.

I crack an eye open and look to my right. Surprised to see who it is.

“…Jax?” A small smile tugs on my lips.

He’s standing there in a black skin tight v-neck shirt his dog tags peeking under, black jeans that fit him in all the right places, brown leather belt, and black leather boots. This man loves the colour black. I catch myself staring at him longer than I should. He not only looks good in uniform but also out of it, too.

“Yes, ma’am. But didn’t I tell ya to call me Sy?” He grins as he holds out a bottle of cold water to me.

“Sorry, Captain”, I smirk as I take the water from him, our fingers touching briefly.

I open it and scull it; not realising how thirsty I am. I can feel his eyes on me as I wipe away a bit of water that escapes and drips down from the corner of my lips.

“Thanks for this” I say holding up the water.

I see his eyes flicker from the water bottle to my mouth. He quickly clears his throat.

“Pleasure’s mine.. mind if I come join ya?” He asks me, an inquisitive look on his face.

“Not at all” I smile at him and motion to the wall beside me.

He sauntered over to me, leaning against the wall before crossing his arms, the action highlighting how big his biceps are.

“Looks like you were havin’ a grand ol’ time in there” he says with a smirk.

I look up at him, eyebrow raised “oh, really now? What makes you say that, huh?” I’m curious now.

He laughs, “those dance moves looked interestin’” his eyes mischievous.

“Oh, don’t be telling your grandparents that!” My eyes wide.

“Why not?”, Mofo has a shit eating grin on his face.

“Because I have a reputation to uphold”

“Oh, do ya now?” He’s teasing me now; a glint in his eye.

“I sure do. Wait… you were watching me, eh? Now tell me Captain, for how long?”

“From the moment one of my boys got shut down” he threw his head back laughing, his whole body shaking, his eyes crinkled in the corners.

“From then, eh? You know that cocky son of a bitch!?” I’m laughing too, surprised.

“Yes, ma’am. He’s one of the younger ones in my squad. A frickin’ tactical genius which is probably why he’s so goddamn cocky”

“That makes sense”, I nod, “hold up…what are you doing here? This doesn’t look like a place you’d hang out in”

“The boys from the squad and I are havin’ our last hurrah before we’re deployed again, we somehow ended up here” Sy forces a small smile but it’s tight and doesn’t reach his eyes .

The atmosphere shifts; no longer light and playful.

“Oh.. when do you leave?”, I ask him softly.

“Tomorrow night”, Sy turns away from me, he looks straight ahead of him, staring at the road in front of us, his eyes pensive.

“For how long?”

“At the moment six months, but ya never know. Could be extended”, he’s still looking ahead; nodding slightly.

“Better make the most of your night then, eh? Don’t waste what little time you have left with me! Go back in there and have some fun”, I’m smiling as I motion my head towards the club and nudge him with my shoulder trying to lighten the mood, “go get fucked up with your boys and get some sugar” I wink at him grinning.

He laughs, “Naw someone’s gotta look out for these imbeciles plus who said I ain’t havin’ fun out here with you”, he nudges me back with his shoulder, smiling.

“Oh yeah, discussing my dodgy dance moves eh?”

“‘Ute, dodgy, eh’ what in tarnations is this kind of vocabulary?” Sy smirks at me “oh, good lord you ain’t no British Canadian are ya!?”

I laugh, “no but who the hell says “tarnations” in this day and age, huh?” I tease him right back “Mr. Syverson isn’t really your granddad, eh? He’s your brother isn’t he, you old fart?”

“Now who in the hell are you callin’ an old fart, huh? Just ‘cause you be one of dem young folk in their 20’s, goddamn smartass delinquent with that blasphemous dancin’”, he’s laying the southern accent on thick now, taking the piss which just makes me laugh especially as he frowns looking just like his grandfather.

“Hey I’m young but I ain’t that young, old man”

“Do I get the same deal as Pepps? If I guess right, you’ll gimme your number?” He asks me, wiggling his eyebrows, making me laugh more.

“I don’t know”, I shrug, “you’re probably too old for me, sir”

“Oh c’mon now, I ain’t that old” he’s smiling big, his eyes shining as he grins at me.

He looks different when he’s smiling and laughing like this; younger, happier. I can’t help but smile and laugh back. His good mood is infectious.

I can’t be thinking like this though. Can’t be getting attracted to someone; someone like him. This definitely isn’t what I’m here for. I didn't move all this way for this.

Before I can respond and tell him the truth the door opens and one of my girl’s comes over. It’s Shayla with a worried look etched on her beautiful ebony face

“There you are, LO. I’ve been looking all over for you. We gotta get goin, baby girl. Lydia’s been puking non-stop. We think it’s alcohol poisoning. AGAIN”, she shakes her head, rolling her eyes. This is why the girls weren’t big fans of her.

“Fuck, I hope she’s okay. Sorry, Sy. I better get going” I push myself off the wall. I turn to Sy looking him in the eyes. He looks worried himself now, too.

“No need to apologize, darlin’” his eyebrows are furrowed, “y’all need help? I can take y’all over to the hospital”

“Naw, Lydia’s mom is here. We’re about to head on over there but thanks” Shayla says.

“Alright, well I’ll walk y’all ladies to the car”, Sy says as he follows beside me, his large hand on the small of my back.

We make our way through the club as quickly as we can despite the difficulty with how busy it is. Sy doesn’t leave my side the entire time, pushing through the crowds for me with his gigantic frame, keeping me safe from being trampled on, tucking me securely against his side.

We make it outside; the crisp cool air waking us up. Casey is standing there waiting for us to take us to the car. A grimace on her face.

We walk just a little up the street when I see Lydia’s mum’s large seven seater Audi Q7. Lydia’s not looking great sitting in the passenger seat, resting her head against the glass window, holding a bag to her face.

The girls start piling in, and I turn to my side to say bye to Sy.

“Thanks for offering to take us to the hospital; that’s real kind of you,” I look up at him with a small smile, craning my neck up even with heeled boots on, “thanks for the water again” it’s windy and my hair flies into my face, getting stuck on my lips, stupid lip gloss.

Sy helps me push my hair out of my face as he pulls me in for a hug.

“It’s no problem at all. I’m sorry about your friend; I had a good time chattin’ wit’ ya though,” his voice is muffled by my hair as he whispers in my ear.

“I did, too”, I’m surprised but I hug him back. I’m almost balancing on the tips of my boots, he’s hunched over engulfing me in a warm, tight, hug with his massive body.

I’m about to let go but he holds on a little longer, his face buried in my hair.

Lydia’s mum gets impatient and puts the window down, “Evie sweetie, we gotta get goin” she says, her voice urgent.

As Sy and I separate he tucks my hair behind my ear. It’s like he’s taking every chance he can get to touch me and draw out this goodbye as long as possible.

“Alright you take care now, Everly. I hope your friend will be alright” his smile is tight.

I give him a quick smile as I clamber into the SUV, and thank him for the hundredth time as Lydia’s mum drives away. I watch him become a tiny speck on the sidewalk as we make our way to the hospital.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #captain syverson x ofc #asian oc #serendipitous new beginnings #part 3 #henry cavill fanfic #captain syverson fan fic

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iwalc · 3 years

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Surprise- Brian May x Reader

It was late. You sat on the sofa reading a book in front of the fireplace when you zoned out. You started to look around you and saw how beautiful your life had become. You were married to the one and only person you ever loved and together you had built this beautiful, incredible life. 2 years ago, 3 years into your marriage with Brian, you decided to have a child, a token of your love for each other. It was a rough start. There were numerous times where it didn't work at all, other times when you peed on the stick, soon after seeing a positive test, the excitement was immense and when you told Brian he got so excited, all of this to then be broken by the news of miscarriage. It broke the both of you but somehow you still managed to carry on. And for the reward of not giving in you could finally tell Brian once again that you were pregnant, and that time, all went well. In August 1980 you could finally give birth to a bouncing baby girl. It was a strange feeling, suddenly the gravity of your universe shifted and everything revolved around this tiny human, the beautiful Amanda that you and your husband, the love of your life had created and would cherish forever.

You had Brian, your beautiful girl Amanda, you had a beautiful and warm atmosphere you could call home, and there was nothing more that you wanted in life. Until a few months ago.

Your husband had started to secretly give you hints until he finally sat down with you and spat it out.

"Love?" he called silently since Amanda was sleeping, from the living room as you were in the bathroom catching up some laundry. "Yes, gorgeous" you answered just as you accomplished the task at hand. "Could you come here for a minute, there is something I'd like to talk to you about", "Ofc, I'll just wash my hands first". You thought about it as you washed your hands in the warm water. It must be something that's been on his mind for a while since whenever it's something ordinary he just spits it out, out of nowhere. You were curious.

When you walked towards the living room you saw him sitting on the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees, face in his hands. This worried you quite a bit. "Hey, what's up?" you asked as you sat down next to him, your hand automatically landing on his thigh. "I uh, I... There is something that's been on my mind" he started, looking down at his feet signalling his nervousness. "Well, I figured, I've noticed there's been something on your mind lately, but I didn't want to push you into talking with me if you didn't feel ready to." you gently said as you squeezed his tight gently. "I haven't found the right time to tell you and talk to you about it" he continued. "I want to know what's on your mind, love" you answered, really wanting to know. He turned his head to look at you for a moment, his curls falling off his shoulder, a smile tugging at his lips. "Do you want me to just spit it out or with some background information?" he asked chuckling a bit, "Do you think background information will be necessary?" you asked him smiling while adoring his beautiful features. His hazel, soft eyes, his prominent cheekbones, his jawline, his beautiful dark curls framing his gorgeous face. "No, not really. I uhm", "Brian, love, I know you are nervous but it's just me, spit it out", "I want another baby Y/N" he blurted out, waiting worriedly for your reaction, a small smile daring to tug at his lips. You were quite shocked, to be honest, it wasn't what you thought your husband had been thinking so much about. "You know Amanda is growing quickly, she's almost 2 years old now and I uhm, it would be nice to give her some company and" he didn't get to finish his explanation because of you interrupting him with a kiss. Taking him by surprise.

It was a brilliant idea. It made your stomach flutter with butterflies. You pulled back from the passionate kiss, seeing his chocked state made you laugh. He smiled at you, adoration poured into the gaze that reached your face. "I'd love to expand our family and have another child with you!" you squeaked, flying into his arms, which in turn led to chuckles escaping Brian's throat. The sound filled your heart and once again you thought about how perfect your life had become. You were so in love with everything, but most importantly Amanda and Brian.

The way he got so excited. The way his hazel eyes got deeper with adoration and excitement. The way his smile reached his eyes. The way he hugged you, telling you how happy you made him, how in love he was with you and to share his life with you. The way he existed. Your heart ached with love for this man.

And that day, it was set, you were going to try for a new baby. It wasn't always easy, already having a child to take care of, as well as Brians sometimes strange working schedule. However, to you, it was quite obvious it had worked. You were experiencing some symptoms, which reminded you of your first pregnancy: Absent period, hormonal imbalance, tender breasts, bloated, nausea in the mornings. Even Brian noticed some changes:

You had just gotten out of a late-night shower and were just going to change into your pyjama shirt when Brian suddenly commented something you found very strange. "Love, have you been missing your period?" he blurted out. This was something you never ever thought he'd ever think of, never the less keep track off. You turned around to stare at him, "Yes, in fact, I have, why?". "No, I was just thinking, I reckon you told me last month that we had to buy more pads and tampons til' this time, but neither of us has bought any and you have been feeling quite fine compared to how you use to feel when the time of the month comes around." he said like it was nothing, you just starred at him incredulously, at awe of the attention he had paid. "What? Did I say something wrong?" he asked as his face fell. "No, no you didn't. I'm just amazed by the attention you pay to those kinds of things. I wasn't prepared for the question nor the explanation for it." you said and chuckled as you dragged the shirt over your head. Walking to the bed you smiled to yourself, wow, what a man. As you buried yourself under the quilt, snuggling up to Brian who gladly put his arm around you he blurted out another incredulous comment. "I also can't help to notice that your breast has gotten bigger". You laughed at the comment. "I don't know if they're bigger, but tender they definitely are. How do you notice all of these things?" you couldn't help but ask as you looked up at him. "Well, I don't know, I guess I just do. And I've known you for about ten years now, and we've been together for almost eight of those. I would like to say I know you very well" he stated. "Well yes, you definitely do, and I love you for it!" you said as you reached up for a kiss, he chuckled a bit and smiled into the kiss.

Brian didn't ask anything after that, you know he had his suspicions but neither of you wanted to get the hopes up too early, regarding all of the tries before Amanda. However, after emptying your stomach one morning, you decided that it would be time to take a test. Brian couldn't be with you this time since he had work at the studio that had to be done, and since Amanda was spending time with her grandparents, Ruth and Harold, you figured it would be a perfect time. Since Brian wasn't home, nor did he know you were going to take a test, you decided to keep it a secret until you knew the result and decided to take it from there.

You had pregnancy tests laying around in a draw in the bathroom. You took one, peed on it, and while waiting for a result you went to eat some breakfast. Coming back to the bathroom to look at the test, you suddenly became very nervous, you really wanted it to be positive! You would hate to break the news to Brian, telling him that it was negative and that the symptoms had been a result of something else. You took a deep breath and grabbed the test. You slowly turned it around, feeling the nervousness clearly increase. All the fear suddenly washed away, it was positive.

Suddenly you felt all the emotions in the world all at once. Tears started to drip from your eyes as you smiled like crazy. The excitement was a fact which resulted in several exited screams and runs throughout the house. If anyone could see you they'd probably think you'd be crazy. But you didn't care because you were the happiest. You had more than you would ever wish for.

Before taking the test you were thinking about waiting to tell Brian until you've seen a doctor etc but now, there was no way you could make that happen. You tried not to call Brian at the studio to tell him. Instead, you rushed to the phone and decided to call Ruth and Harold.

It felt like it took forever before anyone picked up the phone. "The May household" you heard Harold answer. "Hi Harold, it's Y/N, how are you?", "Hello Dear, I'm fine thank you, how are you?" he asked, he sounded happy, it warmed your heart. You contemplated whether telling them or waiting. Apparently, you had been quiet for too long, "Is everything alright?" he seriously asked. You hesitated a bit, "Yeah, I uhm I think so", "You doesn't sound too sure about that dear, would you like to talk to Ruth?", "That would be nice, thank you, Harold". Harold was a great grandad and a wonderful father in law, however, you had always had a better connection towards Ruth.

You heard Harold calling for Ruth and some muffled noises. "Hello dear!" you heard Ruth's voice cheering through. "Hello Ruth, how are you? And Amanda?" you gently asked, not really levelling with her enthusiasm. "Oh I'm fine dear, thank you for asking. Amanda just ate some soup, so she's full and satisfied" she laughed. "That's great! I hope you're all having a good time and that she's behaving" you chuckled. "Oh dear, don't worry, she's the best!" you chuckled as an answer. "Now, Y/N, will you tell me what's wrong?", "I uhm, I was wondering if I could pick Amanda up a bit earlier than planned? Like today?", it was quiet for some time before she answered. "Oh, well yes of course you can! Is there something wrong?" she asked. "No, I don't think so at least" you chuckled, "I just want her home for tonight when Brians getting home.", "Y/N, I'm sorry but I can see right through you, there is something on your mind.", "Well yes, there are, I just don't know if I want to tell you before I tell Brian.", "Oh" and with this, you knew she understood. "Ok, I think you know by now anyway, I uhm, I'm..... pregnant, and I wanted to" you didn't get to finish your sentence because there was a scream on the other end and it made you laugh. "Oh my heavens, Congratulations!! I am so happy for you two!" she almost screamed. "Don't get too excited Ruth, it's still pretty early" you voiced your fears. "Oh dear, I understand your fear, I really do, but it will be alright in the end, I promise!", at this you got emotional, tears started to stream down your cheeks and you sniffled, "Oh love, It will be alright! We'll pack Amandas things and then we'll be right over, okay?", "Okay" you sniffled, "Thank you Ruth!", "No worries dear!", "Ruth before you begin packing things up, you don't have too, you can have her back tonight or tomorrow if you want.", "That sounds nice if it's alright with you two, but I guess you would appreciate some time alone to talk and everything, so we'll happily come and pick her up tomorrow again!", "That sounds great, I know she loves being with you two! I won't hold you up any longer, see you soon then", "Yes darling, see you soon!"

You took a deep breath. Wow. This was a rollercoaster.

You were so happy and so appreciative for Ruth and Harold. Brian and Harold haven't always been on great terms but the last year things have been amazing between them and both Harold and Ruth have always been amazing towards you. They are great, amazing! And there is no wonder why Brian is so great.

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You were in the bedroom and looking for a specific body that Amanda had, knowing that Brian would know exactly when he saw it, when you heard knock on the front door. You quickly ran downstairs and opened to great your baby and parents in law.

"Hi," you both said at the same time as you opened the door. Ruth walked inside first and greeted you with a big smile, embracing you in a hug only a mother could. "You look great!" she happily said as her hands went to your cheeks, you chuckled a bit "Thanks, I don't feel great" you laughed, hoping not to get further questions. Harold stepped inside and handed you your baby girl, oh you had missed her. "Hi baby," you said in a squealing voice before showering her in kisses, making her laugh. Harold walked up to you, and to your surprise leaned in for a hug, he's not a hugging person normally, you gently hugged him and received a happy congratulations wish. "I'm happy for you both," he said, "Thank you so much, Harold," you said and gave him a joyous smile, just as you also felt tears streaming down. "Oh wow, I'm a mess" you laughed as you brushed the tears off. "No worries dear, I was the same when I was expecting Brian" she laughed and Harold agreed, not pleased with the recall of memories. You all broke down in laughs.

You welcomed them inside and as always they made themselves feel at home as you served some tea and biscuits. Ruth was playing with Amanda on the sofa. "Has she taken her nap today?" you asked as you saw how Amanda started to get cranky and sleepy. "No she hasn't, she was about to fall asleep in the car on our way here but we thought it was better to keep her awake so she could sleep here.", "Maybe we should go take a nap, baby girl," you said as you approached them on the sofa. Suddenly, Harold stood up, "I can take her to nap, if that's ok?" he asked, "Yes of course," you said as you walked and picked Amanda up and handed her to Harold. "I'll be upstairs with the bottle in a minute," you said as you walked to the kitchen to prepare the bottle.

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Amanda was happily asleep upstairs and Ruth and Harold had just left. However, before they left they handed me a little box and you thought that now would be a good time opening it. Inside you could see a yellow shirt, in Amanda's size. When you unfolded the soft material you saw the cutest thing. The shirt had "Promoted Big Sister" embroidered on the front. You chuckled slightly as an idea about how to reveal the news to Brian popped up in your head.

This will be perfect.

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Amanda was seated in her chair as you finished up the rest of the dinner. For the occasion, you had made Brians favourite dinner.

You had been so distracted by the food that you hadn't heard Brian coming home. You only noticed when Amanda squealed when she saw him entering the large kitchen. You turned around and was treated by a sight that could melt your heart a thousand times over. Brians had picked her up and were showing her with hugs and kisses, making the baby girl let out belly laughs. You felt how you were about to cry but quickly turned around again to brush them away.

Brian put Amanda back in her chair for a moment and approached you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, his lips brushed against your neck and kissed your temple. "Hi" you gently voiced. "Hello, love," he said and kept kissing your cheek. "It smells delicious," he said and placed one last kiss on your ear. "It's your favourite," you said and put down the spatula to turn around and greet him properly. "I noticed, what do I owe the pleasure?" he said as you wrapped your hands around his neck, his hands placed on your waist. "nothing special" you lied. "How was your day?" you asked as you leaned in for a hug, hugging his waist, his hands brushing your back. You could smell his cologne, feel his arms tightening around you. "It was okay, nothing special," he said, his voice low. He pulled away from the hug to look at you. One of his hands stroke some hair behind your ear to then cup your cheek. "How was your day? And why's Amanda home, shouldn't she be at my parents?", "They came to visit earlier and I wanted her home, but she's going back tomorrow," you said as you adored his face. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was like nothing else, your whole body tingled. You felt the excitement again.

The dinner was nothing special. Brian kept complimenting the food, which warmed your heart. Throughout the whole dinner, you just kept adoring the little family you have and the excitement to reveal that one more was on the way kept getting stronger and you were growing impatient.

Amanda played with a rattle toy while you and Brian both cleaned up after the dinner, stealing hugs and kisses here and there.

When the kitchen was done cleaning you honestly felt exhausted, and Brian, being the wonderful husband he is, sensed that. He walked up to you and kissed your forehead as he hugged you. "You go sit down and relax and I'll take care of Manda" he said and kissed you again. "Thank you" you whispered.

Brian kissed you once more and walked excitedly towards Amanda, "Come here baby girl, it's time for jammies" he said as he picked her up and threw her up in the air, making her laugh once again. You felt at peace and happy as you saw them giggling, making their way down to the nursery.

It was getting quite late. You sat down on the sofa reading a book in front of the fireplace when you zoned out. You started to look around you and saw how beautiful your life had become. You were married to the one and only person you ever loved and together you had built this beautiful incredible life. And the excitement for the news Brian is left to find out is very much evident.

You couldn't focus on reading the book, you just sat there biting you lip slightly and listening to what was happening in the nursery. You heard Brian talk to Manda and her giggles. Until it all stopped.

Silent took over the house, the only thing you could hear was Mandas joller and the fire in the fireplace.

"Love?" Brian called for you. You didn't answer, you wanted to see his reaction without you interfering to early. "Y/N" he almost shouted. Silence took over again.

Apparently, he grabbed Amanda and the shirt he had discovered and worked to the living room. "What is this?" he said, trying to hide his excitement if it weren't true. "It's a new shirt I bought for Manda" you chuckled. He looked so confused. His eyes went from looking on Amanda, to the shirt, to you. "What?" he blurted out, confusion written all over him. You rose up from the sofa and approached him. He had put Amanda down on the floor as he inspected the shirt.

You walked towards him and when there was almost no space between you he looked up at you, studied your expression. You smiled and took the shirt out of his hands and folded it and put it on the table. You walked up to him again and smiled. He tilted his head a bit, once again showing his confusion. You took his hands and brought them up to kiss them and then placed them gently on your lower stomach to get the message through. He caught on immediately. His eyes widened and he let out a breath. "Ooh my lord" he breathed as he adjusted his hands slightly, his gaze fixated on your belly. You chuckled and once again felt tears forming in your eyes. "I'm pregnant, Brian" you said smiling as the tears ran down your cheeks. He looked up at you and a smile spread across his face, "Really?" he asked as he looked at you. "Yes, I took three tests and all of them was positive".

Brian moved his hands and embraced you in a loving, comforting hug. His head was placed in the curve of your neck, his hands wrapped around you, your hands on his back, feeling his warmth, feeling the soft curls against your cheek. What you discovered next melted your heart. You heard sniffles coming from Brian.

You broke the embrace and looked at him, your hands holding his cheeks, your thumbs brushing away the tears, as more tears streamed from your eyes. You both were crying out of happiness, and soon enough you were both laughing. Brian held your waist, "Oh boy I love you!" he said as he laughed and kissed you. "I love you more" you gently said, looking into his hazel eyes. "Thank you" he then said as a wave of more tears streamed down his rosy cheeks. He leaned his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. "I.. I don't even know what to say. I love you so much and there is no other I'd want to share my life with. You make me happy, you're keeping me on track, you are my universe. I love you so much and I am so grateful for you! You have given me the best gift of live already once, and now again. I... I'm speechless. I love you so much! And I am so excited" he laughed. "I am so excited. Im so excited for all that the future has to bring us. To see Amanda grow up, to see this little bean grow" he placed his hands on your stomach, "I love you, so much!" he started to cry again. This hit you hard. How did you end up with this fantastic man? If only you could show him how much you meant to him so he could really understand.

"Baby, I love you! So much! And I am so happy. I have more than I could ever have asked for. I have a wonderful husband, who's also my best friend. You cheer me up when I'm down, you comfort me when I'm sad, you laugh with me when I'm happy. I am so glad and grateful that I get to share my life with you too. I love you so much it hurts!" you said and kissed his swollen, red lips to then hug him tight.

You were so excited for what the future would bring. You would never want to do this with anyone else. This was perfect.

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I hope you liked this one! I surely do! If you guys want maybe I could build this story further, maybe to follow them throughout the pregnancy or something? Let me know what you think!

#brian may fluff #brian may x reader fluff #dad!brian may #80s #queen band #love #brian may #brian may fanfiction #brian may fic #brian may imagine #brian may smut #brian may x oc #brian may x reader

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baecvlt · 3 years

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Stalker Nagito Komaeda x Milf!Reader

this was requested via my twitter:

“Hey! i’ve seen your works and I’m in love. Can I request smut where a stalker Nagito Komaeda becomes obsessed with a milf reader who moves into the neighborhood who’s like a dom in bed and ya know just large bust and taller than him. Thank youuu🤍”

a/n: ofc. but I have my own idea of a dom which i’ll use involving certain things (heed warnings)

warnings: he is so obviously a virgin in this, degradation, slight masochism, asphyxiation, spit, also Nagito calls the reader mommy (side note: nagito is in his early 20s in this, he lives alone. age of reader isn’t specified BUT I say she’s in her late 20s/early 30s)

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It was a bright day...which Nagito despised. It was summer. He hated the sun, hated the mosquitoes, and the unnecessary humidity. It was days like these he wishes he was back at his university dorm. The A/C, the tall tree covering his window and blocking the sun...it was perfect. Hell, he didn’t even hate classes. Yet, he couldn’t live in the dorms forever. When it came time to buy a home, he stupidly did so in fall, moved in during the winter.

Well, no shit the home seemed perfect then. It wasn’t fucking summer. His A/C decided to break, his windows has a great view of the sun, and most of his friends were out of town (all except Hajime, but Hajime is fucking boring and a bummer). Nagito sat on his couch, watching reruns of old tv shows. He took a sip from his nearby glass (cold water), suddenly hearing sounds of what appeared to be a loading van. He looked outside his window.

A moving van?

Right, that one old man who lived there passed away. Freak accident, by the way. Oh well, may he rest in peace. Meanwhile, Nagito was being himself and trying to see who it was. Pretty much, the dude was being nosy. He saw another car pull up. That must’ve been the family’s car. Out jumped 3 kids, what appeared to be 2 girls and 1 boy. An adult stepped out. Nagito decided he’d get a better look at the situation. He put on his shirt, black jeans, and his green hood.

He was “going for a walk”.

Without being noticed, he made his way to the other side of the street. It was a woman, she was taking boxes out of the truck. The minute Nagito saw her it was if he was stricken by Cupid’s arrow. She was tall and beautiful. Her skin complimented her hair and her legs, he couldn’t take his eyes off them. Her breasts...he needed to stop—

“Hi!”

She was in front of him, a warm and inviting smile on her face. “H-Hi,” he muttered. She didn’t hear him well, so it helped that he waved. “I’m new in the neighborhood. We just moved in,” she added, putting the box down. She stuck her hand out, going for a handshake. He shook her hand, her warm hand against his cold ones. Why are his hands always cold? “I see,” he responded, getting his shit together,“I’m Nagito Komaeda. I live across the street”. She introduced herself and complimented his house.

“What a lovely home. I hope the neighborhood is just as lovely”

“It should be. It’s pretty quiet. There’s not many families here. Say, can I help you pack?”

“You’re too sweet! I’d really appreciate it”

He helped take all the boxes in her home, helping load a couch too, and help with other large objects. They finished in 9 hours, taking a majority of the day. “Thanks for helping out, Nagito”. She made a lemonade, handing him a glass.

“Don’t mention it! Also, thank you”

One of the kids ran in the living room where they sat on the couch. He gasped when he saw Nagito. “Mommy! That man looks dead!!!”. Nagito smiled, but his mom was not amused. “Michael! Apologize..”. The kid kept smiling and said,“Sorry!”. He ran to another room. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered. Nagito shook his head.

“Hey, I’m rather malnourished”

“Ha. On an unrelated topic, are you hungry? I could make us something”

“Oh, I shouldn’t linger any longer. I wouldn’t want to disturb your husband”

She laughed. “I know you mean no harm, but I’m not married,” she added. “Oh,” Nagito muttered,“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it in any way”. She shook her head and reassured him it was fine. “Sit, Nagito,” she pulled out a chair,“I’m not letting you refuse having dinner with us. Especially since you were such help”. She rubbed his back before heading back into the kitchen to begin cooking.

She made him a bowl of pasta, adding chicken on the side. Nagito was quite happy. He hadn’t eaten a good meal in so long. Her kids didn’t eat at the table, but on the counter. Meanwhile, she ate with Nagito. Just as Nagito thought he couldn’t grow fonder of her, he did just that. All she did was let him talk about himself.

“Jesus, I’m sorry about your parents? How are you keeping yourself afloat with university and expenses?”

“Academic scholarships”

“Wow, you’re such a smart boy”

The way she phrased it made him flustered. “Thank you for the meal, ma’am,” he muttered,“I haven’t eaten like this in who knows how long”. She smiled tenderly, picking up his empty plate. “Seconds?”. He shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m already so full”

“I’m glad. You know, there’s always a meal for you in store if you can do me a favor”

“What’s that?”

“My oldest daughter has her final test this week. You think you can help her study? I’ll make you a nice, warm meal every time you come over”

Nagito thought about it. He would also have time around her. Plus, she wasn’t a bad cook. “Of course, I look forward to it,” he told her. “Lovely”. He got up and excused himself to go home. “It was nice having you over, Nagito,” she said softly. He could tell she was getting sleepy. When people are tired, Nagito has noticed that their tone is rather sheepish. She walked him to the door, ruffling his hair playfully and he blushed. “Goodnight, neighbor”.

“Goodnight, you”

Before he left, she stopped him and handed him a paper: (xxx) xxx-xxxx ♡

“Call me when you get home so I have your number saved. Then, I can call you when my daughter, Vanessa, needs help. Take care, okay?”

He nodded.

She closed the door, his thoughts racing on his way home. He picked up some things about her, things she didn’t even tell him. He went home and opened a notebook, writing all of it down. He called her and she answered, her voice as sweet as when he left (only sleepier). “Hello?”. His breath was heavy without realizing it as he spoke. “H-Hey, you told me to call you,” he breathed,“It’s Nagito...Komaeda”

“Oh, hey, angel! I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

“What? No, it’s all good— why’d you think so?”

“You sound like you need to catch your breath, but anyway, thanks for calling me. I’ve saved your number now”

“Oh, great! Well, if that’s all, I’ll let you go to bed now”

“It was. Goodnight, Nagito”

“G-Goodnight”

He hung up, flustered more than ever as he continued to jot down his thoughts on paper. The next day, he woke up at 6am to wait in his car. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. At around 7:41am, his front neighbor and kids headed for their car. Nagito, who had taken a light nap in the driver’s seat, was awoken by the car starting. He waited for the car to drive away just slightly past his house to start his own car, slowly tailing behind her.

He dropped her kids off at the nearby elementary. She got off, kissed them on their forehead (all minus the eldest, who walked swiftly through the gates). Seeing how she cared for them made Nagito feel bad, but all he did was brush that feeling off. Next, he followed her through her daily. As he did, his notes from last night echoed through his mind, adding new detail.

“She works at an office not everyday She doesn’t have allergies but is sensitive to dust Red seems to be her favorite color but always in a darker shade Her daughter is around 10 years old She isn’t vegan but enjoys almond milk Maybe has an issues with abandonment but I can’t assume that either She buys many apples but not the same amount of bananas at the store so maybe she only eats the bananas—”

Just more to add to his notebook.

He got home before she did, writing down what he had learned. His phone rang about an hour later of him getting home. He picked it up,“Hello?”. “Nagito, hi!”. It was her. He started having a mini-panic attack, because why would she be calling him? “H-Hey, how are you?”

“I’m doing alright. I was wondering if you could come over and tutor Vanessa”

Oh, thank god.

“Yes, of course. I’ll be down there right now”

“Great. See you then!”

He was relieved, heading to her home happily. He knocked on the door. When she opened it, she did so with the same warm smile as yesterday. “Thank you for coming over,” she said,“She’s in her room”. Nagito nodded, freezing when she grabbed his hand and took him to the room. Her touch was so soft, noted. They got to the room, where a girl was reading a book on a desk. “Nessa?”. The girl turned around.

“Nagito is going to be here for a few hours to help you out with homework and studying. He’s really smart, so pay attention and be respectful”

“Okay, mom”

She nodded, squeezing Nagito’s shoulder before leaving. Nagito approached the girl, she took her things out. Before he could speak, she stopped him. “Please don’t call me ‘Nessa’,” she whispered,“It’s bad enough my mom does, but not you, Please”.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on referring to you at all”

“Bastard”

“Nessa”

“I guess I walked right into that one”

Nagito laughed, grabbing a chair and sitting next to her. Her work wasn’t what he expected. Is this what they’re teaching kids now? He could’ve sworn he hadn’t seen this type of stuff until he hit middle school. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t do, but damn. All in all, tutoring went well. Vanessa actually learned something today. “Good job!,” he said. “Thank you,” she smiled and hugged him,“I felt so stupid”.

“Hey, its okay not to understand things”

Her mom walked in. “Dinner’s ready”. Vanessa got up and went to the kitchen. “How’d it go?,” she asked Nagito. “Went well, she gets the math now,” he answered. She smiled, thanking him for his help and asking him to join them for dinner. He’d be foolish not to, so he accepted the invite.

Fish tacos were served tonight with rice and beans, another lemonade made. It was different than anything Nagito had ever had, but that doesn’t equate to bad. He actually enjoyed the meal. The kids sat at the main table today, much more respectful than yesterday. “Michael how was school?”. He put a thumbs up, getting back to eating. “And Adrianna?”. She looked up from her meal and shrugged. “What’s wrong?”.

“I’m tired, but class was okay”

“Oh, okay. When you’re done, just take a quick shower and get to bed”

“Thanks”

Nagito thought it was endearing. Seeing how understanding and loving she was, it was refreshing. The kids all eventually left, Nagito finishing his meal. “Did you like it?”. He looked at her, nodding. “Great! Seconds?”.

“Full again. I don’t usually eat, but your food is always so good”

“Oh, you’re just saying things...”

“No, really! Thank you”

He said his goodbyes to the family, walking back home. It was as if he was falling for this woman more and more everyday. He went to sleep, this time dreaming of her. He never dreams, but this time he dreamt she was on her knees for him. Then, nothing else. It was as if his dream teased him.

The next morning, he woke up to some knocking on the door. He looked at the time. 8:23am. He put on a pair of jeans and his shirt, walking to his door. He opened it and there she stood, wearing a black dress and red heels. He assumed she had work and needed a favor before going. “Good morning,” he said.

“Were you following me yesterday?”

Shit.

“I, uh...,” he didn’t know what to answer. He was indeed following her yesterday. He also liked her, so if he straight up said that he was to following her, it’d ruin things. His face was glowing a shade of pink to a slight red as he thought of the right answer. He was still stumbling over his words. “I think it’s kinda cute,” she added. The fuck? “Huh?”. She pushed him inside the house, closing and locking the door behind him. “When a boy follows someone around, it’s because he wants something,” she added, but her tone was so sultry,“Well, Nagito—”. She pushed him onto the couch, leaning in front of him with her hands on his chest.

“—What do you want?”

None of what was happening felt real. Nagito couldn’t find the words to express what exactly he wanted. This was the first time he’d ever been in a situation like this, it wasn’t a bad one either. He began to panic when she straddled him. “Could it be that you wanted me?,” she asked. He frantically nodded and she laughed as she locked her lips with his. He gasped against her lips, kissing back. She slowly trailed her kisses down to his neck, cupping his jaw while grinding on his lap. Nagito moaned, his shaky hands grabbing her ass. She grabbed his hands and put them away from her. “It’s cute that you’re getting this carried away”.

“I’m sorry”

“No time to apologize. Get on your knees for mommy”

Nagito was about to lose his mind when she said that, but he obeyed. Her presence was domineering as he stood on his knees against his carpeted floor. She spread her legs, noticing Nagito desperately trying to get a look. Her red heel stopped him, stepping on his head lightly. “Am I teasing you?,” she asked,“It’s okay to be honest”.

“Y-You are, but its okay. I want to be teased by you”

“You’re adorable,” she took her heel off his head,“Let’s go to your room”.

He practically ran to his bed. He sat and waited patiently. She entered the room, heading to his bed. She began to take off his shirt, admiring his frame. She then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He kicked them off and sat down. She sat next to him. “Give me your hands”. She held them, frowning slightly. “Boo, they’re so cold,” she teased,“I’ll warm them up for you”. Carefully, she grabbed his left hand, putting his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She licked to his fingertips, leaving him tense and speechless. She stopped and smiled at him.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?”

He nodded shyly. “Don’t be shy,” she said,“I’m going to guide you, but I’m also going to have my fun”. He gulped, nodded. She stood up and removed her dress. She wore a lacy black bra and panties. She brought his hands to her breasts, allowing him to fondle them. They were huge in his hands. “You like them, baby?”. “Y-Yes,” he muttered,“Can you, uh, take....the bra off?”. He was ashamed when asking, he felt desperate. She smiled and nodded, unhooking it and allowing the bra to fall to the ground. He gasped at the sight of her tits, grabbing them. She straddled him.

“Do you know what to do with them?”

He nodded, rubbing one and sucking the other. She moaned sweetly, grinding on his lap. He popped his mouth off them. That was when she took the opportunity to knock him onto the bed. She began to make out with him, shoving his tongue down her throat. They lay sideways. Her hand was on his neck, slightly choking him. He couldn’t resist but try to grind on her lap. She laughed. “Look at you,” she mocked,“Humping my leg like a desperate little puppy”. She didn’t let him speak, sitting up and pushing him back down. “I’m going to give you what you want,” she whispered in his ear,“Take your cock out”.

He was nervous as he did, hands shaky. She blushed a bit at his size. “It’s so big,” she said, straddling him,“I’m going to have my way with it”. “Please, do what you want to me,” he begged,“Abuse me, please”. She didn’t speak, sinking down on it. Nagito gasped, she was extremely wet. She began to bring her hips up and land straight down on it, repeatedly. She put her hands around his throat, now being rougher. Nagito gasped for air, grabbing her hands.

That was a mistake.

“Hands down,” she ordered, striking him across the face. “Sorr-”. He was slapped once again. “Only speak when you’re spoken to”. He nodded as his stomach began to cave in. His cock twitched each time she slapped him, making her moan. She leaned forward, capturing his earlobe between her teeth. He winced, his hands tangling in the sheets. He felt as though his entire body was blushing.

“You’re so sensitive there”

She teased him, kissing the skin and nibbling. His hips involuntarily snapped upward, making her whine. “You’re so desperate, baby,” she laughed,“it’s so cute”. He could feel her warmth running along his cock. He bit into his hand, trying to stop himself from cumming inside her. It worked, but she didn’t like him doing that. She grabbed his hands and kissed them.

“Don’t hurt yourself, put them right here”

She placed them on her boobs. He watched them bounce up and down, grabbing them gently. His rather large hands seemed small on her tits. He was extremely flushed. He took them off her and placed them on her hips. “Open your mouth”. He lay back more and did as he was told. She leaned forward, grabbing his jaw again as she spit into it and kissed him. He moaned when she did, his urges getting the best to him and thrusting upward. He hit her cervix every time, causing her to produce the sweetest and sluttiest of moans. Her walls tightened around him and now he was whining. “Are you gonna cum, honeybun?,” she asked.

“Y-Yes..”

“Where do you wanna cum?”

“I wanna cum...everywhere. I want it. I want it so bad. I wanna cum inside and on your tits, on your ass, y-your face..mouth. Please let me cum, mommy”

She motivated him, riding him harder. “Come on, Nagito,” she whispered,“Cum for mommy. Cum all the way inside her”. He lost his mind after that, groaning as he shot his load(s) inside her. He was still inside her as he tried catching his breath. She rubbed his chest, shushing him. “Good boy, you did so well,” she cooed,“Such a good boy.” He was covering his face, embarrassed and still hard. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?,” she asked. He shook his head, thinking,“Not rough enough”. He whined when she got off, revealing he was still erect. She noticed.

“You wanna go again, baby? Kids don’t leave school till 2:30. We have time for an extra fuck”

“C-Can I?”

“Yes, dummy”

She let Nagito choose how to fuck her. He wanted missionary, mostly because he craved intimacy and she did not disappoint. She kissed and praised him, telling him he was good. She held onto him the whole time and cuddled him afterwards. Nagito felt so special, he felt loved. “I can come over when I don’t have work,” she said,“Would you like that?”.

“I’d love that actually”

“You make me happy, Nagito. I could stay here and cuddle all day”

“I feel so lucky”

He yawned, looking at the clock. “Its 10,” he told her. She nuzzled his chest, humming. “Mmmm, let’s take a small nap,” she whispered,“Okay?”. “Okay”. He kissed the top of her head and held her to him, slowly joining her in slumber.

#danganronpa #fanfic #danganronpa goodbye despair #smut #dr nagito #sdr2 nagito #nagito headcanons #nagito smut #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito komeada x reader #x reader #danganronpa nagito

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levworship · 3 years

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Okay but I just read what the other anon requested and that was so good?? I didn’t think I had a thing for receiving oral but wtf 😭🤚could I maybe request smth if you got time?? Could it be a reunion between volleyball teams from miyagi and tokyo? So nekoma, fukorodani, seijoh, Johzenji (terushima’s tongue piercing PLS), karasuno, itachiyama You were the old manager of nekoma and was friends with literally everyone, during the talk kuroo somehow mentioned that in the nekoma reunion like 2 years ago it somehow ended with the main guys all taking turns eating you out and that pisses off the rest of the guys because that was their fantasy?? This ends up with you (with consent ofc) being sat down on kuroo’s lap as the guys also take turns eating you out (inspired by the other anon because 😩) I understand if you obviously can’t mention everyone, but pls mention terurshima, sakusa (who would only let you make a mess on his face) and bokuto if you could <3 ALSO the idea of two people eating you out at the same time, maybe bokuto and terushima?? IM NASTY OKAY BUT PLS DO THAT

Ty in advanceeee

i’m usually pretty fast but this took me a whole two days to write smh i’m sorry anon. hope you enjoy tho <3 i wanted it to be a lil longer but i’m so tired and i rlly wanted to get this out for you.

cw: group sex (like.. big group), hella sub reader, also fem reader, anal lol, oral (fem reviving), kuroo is the ringleader, humiliation ig, reader kinda into it doe, dirty talk, degrading + praise, squirting, overstimulation

summary: basically everyone wants to eat out/fuck y/n. explicitly written in here is kuroo, oikawa, sakusa, bokuto, and terushima. the rest is implied.

word count: about 1.9k

your face was buried into kenma’s stiff shoulder, your whole body feeling hot as your group of friends continued to talk about you as if you weren’t even there. but clearly they hadn’t forgotten about you too much considering the way their eyes burned holes into you from all around so indiscreetly that you couldn’t even sit your ass still.

you weren’t quite sure how the previous conversation had shifted so suddenly, but kuroo seemed more than happy with the subject change as his signature asshole smirk never left his features. “- yeah, ‘bout two years ago i’d say. she was a good fuck too. poor thing was so eager to make us feel good that she passed out.” kuroo continued to drag his story as if to intentionally provoke the others, and the staring at you only got worse. your nerves were shot.

you looked and felt like a precious bunny being stared down by a bunch of wolves. and honestly? it was hot as fuck.

which is why you didn’t bother to argue when you were practically dragged into the locker room of the old gym, daichi hurriedly locking the door behind all of you. you couldn’t help but feel bad for just a second. ‘didnt some of these guys have girlfriends? couldve sworn i saw terushima enter with some girl.’ but how could you possibly focus on that when your clothes were being literally ripped off of you and disregarded to who knows where?

your legs felt weak, both out of shock and nervousness from being handled so roughly. “bring her here, bo. sit her down on my lap.” bokuto (for perhaps the first time in his life) was silent as he dragged you over to the other ex-captain, setting you down in his lap on his spot on the bench just as he’d requested. kuroo snickered and raised a hand to cup your cheeks, squeezing them together like you were a little baby before releasing.

“ease up, will ya? so damn tense i can feel it from here. you know we’ll take good care of you.” he spoke so lowly and reassuringly that you couldn’t help but to nod like a fool as he turned you around in his lap to fit the others. he tapped your thigh once, twice, and you quickly picked up on the hint and opened your legs for their viewing pleasure. you tried to put your face down as you were smothered in shame from just how quickly you got wet from their rough handling, but kuroo gripped onto your face once again and forced you to look up.

“look up, baby. so many big strong men dying to make you cum so fucking hard. be a little more thankful, yeah? say it.” “thank you.” he shook his head with a small laugh before releasing your face, but not before lightly tapping your face twice with soft slaps. still, you remained out of it even as oikawa settled himself between your legs, looking up at you with the same lazy smile you frequently saw him wearing around you.

“smells so damn good. finally gonna let me get a taste, cutie?” he spoke lowly as if he were to himself before diving in and holy shit. you figured he’d be pretty experienced. the guy was a literal chick magnet. but damn, this exceeded your expectations by far. your body threatened to curl over itself if it hadn’t been for kuroo’s sturdy grip on your twitching thighs. the way he sucked vigorously at your clit while swiping his tongue along your folds to capture more of your essence had you drawing nothing but blanks up there.

“haven’t even cum yet for us and already going dumb?” kuroo teased, planting a kiss just behind your ear, a shocking contrast to the way oikawa’s tongue worked against you just right.

the air around you was so thick you felt as if it could be cut with a knife. some of the guys surrounding you couldn’t figure out what to do with themselves, nervously shuffling their feet without taking your eyes off of you. others had clearly overcome any former shame, already slowly pumping their cocks in their hands as they hoped and prayed that they would get a turn soon. the whole scene made you feel so dirty— so wanted. the desire that leaked from their looks on you had your orgasm approaching faster than ever.

oikawa seemed to have noticed this, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart to make sure you felt him deep, muttering a quick “cum on my fucking mouth, princess.” the simple phrase alone made your orgasm crash down on you finally. your fingers tangled in his soft hair, which was now messy and tossed thanks to you.

you nearly passed out right there when he continued to lick you clean even as you violently shook in kuroo’s grasp, the black haired boy having to shove the other away forcefully just to separate his mouth from you. “that’s enough of that. did he make you feel good baby?” your eyes are still shut as you cling onto the leftover bliss, only offering a quiet “mhm.” “good girl. think you can give us another?” the question was clearly rhetorical, which should’ve been clear by the was he was already gesturing someone else forward. but still, you shook your little fucked out head ‘no’ and prayed upon some god that he’d have mercy on your poor quivering cunt.

but you knew better than to expect mercy from kuroo of all people. especially when it came to your body, when he kept whispering to you about how you were such a “perfect little toy,” and his “favorite doll to use.” before you knew it sakusa was diving into your pussy quickly without giving you time to do so much as muster up the energy to open your eyes again. his mouth was quick and desperate to get you off, moving with a sense of urgency as his hands busied themselves palming at his covered dick. he wasn’t nearly as precise or experienced as oikawa was, but his eagerness made up for it as he ate you out like a starved man.

your hips threatened to buck against his face wildly, cries of “please, please, please” falling from your mouth even though you didn’t even know what you were begging for. all you knew was that you needed more than what he was giving you right now. the man above you seemed to have read you like an open book once again as he released one of your thoughts to reach a hand around to your sensitive bud, pressing down on it softly. “see this?” he murmured, only receiving a small “hm.” in acknowledgement as omi continued his assault on your little hole. greedy fuck. “try touching her here. she loves that shit.” you cried out for more again, clenching tightly at the way he spoke of your body as if you weren’t even there.

the second sakusa tore himself away from your folds to wrap his lips around your clit, you were a goner for sure. there was a distant scream that you didn’t even recognize as your own until kuroo muffled them with his hand, body twitching and jerking more than it had the previous time. the room fell to a sudden silence even as you came down from your high, causing you to let out a confused hum.

kuroo’s chuckle broke the quietness, his large hand slapping your wet overstimulated mound and making you yelp. “didn’t know you were a squirter, baby. how come you didn’t do this for us the first time hm?” another rhetorical question. his hand trailed down lower, collecting some of your juices before he began to prod a finger at your other hole. “fuck- gonna let me bury myself in here again? want both of your holes fucked out?” and you couldn’t help but cry out because fuck yes! you couldn’t think of anything you’d want more. you nodded your head and panted like a sex craved mutt, and perhaps you would’ve been as humiliated as you were before if you weren’t so damn thirsty for it. every inch of you was begging to be ravished and destroyed, and you couldn’t help but grow more and more impatient as the time passed.

kuroo didn’t take his eyes off of you as he nodded towards the crowd once again, sakusa taking the hint and reluctantly scurrying off to palm at himself through his sweatpants just as he previously had. kuroo’s command must’ve been unclear though, as both of you were pulled away from your eye contact at the sound of a comical bonk followed by two grunts of “ow.” perhaps you would’ve laughed if the two aforementioned fools weren’t kneeling in front of your drenched pussy, ready to service you eagerly just as the other two had.

a chill ran up your spine as you surveyed each of their features. while both of them shared the same underlying expressions of lust and desperation, you couldn’t help but note how bokuto’s face resembled one of an excited puppy dog that perhaps would’ve been adorable in another circumstance while terushima’s was much more primal. “look at that” kuroo’s voice in your ear dragged you back out of your own head as he slowly sunk another finger into your tight ass. just because he was going to treat you like a whore didn’t mean you didn’t deserve prep. “making a fool out of themselves, all because they’re so desperate to get a taste of that perfect pussy. doesn’t that make you feel filthy?”

kuroo couldn’t do anything but shake his head at your lack of response, finally releasing your thighs for a moment to grab at both of their napes, silently demanding for you to hold them open yourself. “well? since you’re both so impatient, think you two can work together as a team? if i hear her complain even one time, i’m not letting either of you touch again.”

the two of them nodded obediently, and your eyes nearly rolled back at how demanding kuroo was being right now. it was clear that everyone knew who was truly holding the ropes here, and yet no one was complaining about the arrangement. seemingly satisfied with their responses, kuroo released their necks and his hands smacked yours away so he could replace them and hold up your thighs himself once again. “think you’re ready to take my cock now in here, y/n?” he smirked as he lined himself up. “gonna let me fuck this ass while you let both of them eat that slutty pussy? such a dirty girl. so fuckin’ good for us” he continued to spew filth at you as he lined himself up at your entrance, allowing you to sink down slowly.

you hissed at the stretch, but of course didn’t have much time to focus on the sensation because bokuto and terushima had finally decided that they’d been waiting for long enough. they worked diligently, the cool metal of teru’s tongue piercing flicking against your bud while bokuto slurped on your juices so loudly that the sound filled the room in the most embarrassing way possible.

yeah. you were in for it tonight.

sorry for mistakes or inconsistencie. requests for bnha and haikyuu are open.

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #bokuto smut #sakusa smut #kuroo smut #oikawa smut #terushima smut #haikyu!! smut #haikyuu x reader dirty imagine #.chiyo’s works #.chiyo’s works hq

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realcube · 3 years

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their team reacts to seeing them with hickeys/back scratches 💫

characters: kageyama, akaashi & kita

tw// fem! reader, sexual references, swearing, blood

kita tw// mentions of daddy kink, punishment, overstimulation - MINORS DNI

KITA’S IS AGED UP!!

thank you anon for the request 💗

Tobio Kageyama

he was on tanaka’s team for game amongst karasuno and he watched his senpai take off his shirt and wave it around after they scored another point

but instead of putting the shirt back on, he kept it off bc he was too lazy to go get it since he threw it to the other side of the gym

then noya took his shirt off too bc he was sweating buckets

but kageyama wasn’t really sure why they had their shirts off so he felt the need to ask

‘why aren’t you putting your shirt back on?’

noya was just kinda like ‘who are you, my mom?’ but tanaka gave him a straight answer which was ‘it helps with ✨ aerodynamics✨’

kageyama isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed so he doesn’t even know what aerodynamics are

but then he watched tanaka make a killer spike and he was sold

shirt = off

aerodynamics = thriving (?)

sets = awesome

back scratches = exposed 😳

hotel = trivago

tsukishima was the first one to notice ofc as he was positioned right behind kageyama

he didn’t say anything tho bc yamaguchi was on the opposite team so he just had to snicker to himself

hinata was like ‘what’s so funny, stinkyshima?!’ bc he automatically assumed that tsukishima was laughing at him lol

but then he followed tsukki’s gaze and leaned back to look at kageyama’s back too

‘yeesh, man. you should probably put some aloe vera on that or something, it could get infected.’

AIUWRAFHBE ok ok hinata isn’t completely oblivious to the connotations of back scratches but he’d never think in a million years that kageyama would get laid so he kinda subconsciously ruled that possibilty out-

kageyama quirked a brow, ‘what?’

‘your back! it’s all mangled.’

then noya and tanaka ran over and fkn BURST OUT LAUGHING

at this point, all of kageyama’s team was surrounding him while the other team waited patiently for them to serve

but after a while, it was clear that they weren’t gonna do that so suga - who was on the opposing team - strolled over to see what they were all laughing about

and when he saw it- bitch- he went red

a cool mom so he probably made a suggestive remark as he walks away

it eventually got to the point where everyone in the gym was crowded around kageyama and for ease, i’ll categorize their reactions:

laughing their ass off ➵ tsukishima, tanaka, nishinoya, coach ukai & yamaguchi

concerned and confused ➵ yachi, takeda, hinata & narita

a blushing mess ➵ asahi, kinoshita & sugawara

unfazed 😐 ➵ kiyoko & daichi

LIVID ➵ kageyama

‘WHY DO YOU ALL CARE SO MUCH ABOUT MY BACK?!’

kageyama could literally break his neck and walk into practise with a neck brace and no one would bat an eye but now that he has scratches on his back, suddenly everyone is so concerned about his wellbeing? where with this energy that time he said that hinata gave him a concussion?

to be fair, he didn’t have a concussion- also, he forgot the word so he told suga that hinata gave him a ‘conclusion’

daichi agreed, trying to usher everyone back to their spot on the court, ‘yeah, it’s no big deal, guys. let’s get back to practise.’

everyone slowly made their way back to where they were previously but since tanaka and noya were still on kageyama’s team, they continued to pry

tanaka flung his arm around kageyama’s shoulders, ‘so how’d you get those scratches, big boy?’

an ungodly laugh left noya’s mouth

kageyama shrugged, ‘(y/n), i think.’

the whole gym room went silent before erupting in choruses of laughter once again

‘WELL YOU AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND NEED TO CALM DOWN THEN!’ tanaka wheezed

kageyama was truly the idiot that didn’t understand the implications of the back scratches - so you can imagine that he was frustrated when everyone started laughing again

‘what’s so funny?’ but then, he recalled the events which he was pretty certain were the reason for the marks on his back......it was pretty funny

you insisted on giving kageyama a back massage after a long day of practise so he took his shirt off and let you go for it

for the record, he really loved it :)) he was just so happy sitting there between your thighs as you sat on the couch and rubbed his back, loosening all the knots he didn’t even know he had

but then he got a lil’ inch on his back and was like ‘can you get that for me?’ since your hands were already on his shoulders/back

ofc you said yes and started lightly scratching the spot he desired, but being extra careful bc you just got you nails done in the stiletto shape and the last thing you wanted to do was puncture his back lol

‘harder..’ kageyama muttered so low that you almost didn’t hear him

you obliged, pressing a bit harder

‘harder.’ he insisted once more

again, you served by digging your nails in a bit deeper

‘harder.’

‘no, kags. i’ll literally pierce your skin if i press any harde--’

‘harder!’ he barked (for a joke) and you jumped from fright, instinctively pushing in more and increasing the pace of your hand

at this point, you were rigorously clawing at his back, on the verge of drawing blood which you could tell by his skin’s newfound crimson pigment

kageyama took it upon himself to lean backwards onto your nails to force you to go rougher as you had yet to ease his itch

then you let out a high-pitched scream so naturally, kageyama jerked away then peered over his shoulder to make sure you hadn’t like..died

‘what?!’ he asked, eyes filled with worry

‘blood!’ you yelled, pointing at his back before sprinting to the kitchen to get a tissue

kageyama’s gaze followed you until you were out of sight, then he lightly touched his back around the parts you were scratching and once he pulled his hand away, he noticed the blood which was now on his fingers

‘oh.’

the concerning part was that he didn’t even feel it tbh 🤔

anyway tanaka and noya probably coo ‘oooh~ lovebirds~’ when you come pick him up from practise

Keiji Akaashi

bokuto heard some ppl whispering about akaashi & (y/n) in the changing room so he turned around to take a look at his friend then he noticed the scratch marks on his poor friends’ back

‘AKAASHI!! DID YOU GET MAULED BY A BEAR?!?!’ he screamed, grabbing the attention of everyone in the changing room and those who weren’t whispering about akaashi before, were definitely doing so now

akaashi smiled softly and shook his head, hastily throwing on his shirt and buttoning it up as he spoke, ‘no, bokuto-san.’

bokuto quirked a brow, wondering what could’ve possibly happened before his jaw dropped to the ground

‘is it ‘cause i patted your back a bit hard earlier?!?!?’

akaashi didn’t even bother to question how bokuto could think that a slap on the spine could lead to scratch marks and instead just replied normally, ‘no.’

bokuto was stumped once again- why else would his buddy have marks on his back? and why was (y/n) such a prominent name floating around in this changing room? doesn’t everyone know that she is taken by bokuto’s best-bro akaashi?

....

WAIT

bokuto’s jaw hung open once again as his soul left his body through an overdramatic gasp, before leaning in and whispering in akaashi’s ear, ‘wait- don’t tell me- you and (y/n)-’

akaashi’s cheeks tinted red slightly so he turned his head away while he pulled on his blazer, ‘no.’

bokuto let out a light sigh of relief, gently patting his pal’s back, ‘ah, good. but then, where did those marks come from?’

before akaashi even got the opportunity to open his mouth to respond, komi and konoha passed the pair, konoha patting akaashi’s shoulder and komi shot him a toothy grin accompanied by a thumbs-up, ‘get some, akaashi.’

then they walked off, konoha mubbling something about his chances with (y/n) being ruined

this left both bokuto and akaashi extremely confused

once all traces of komi and konoha were gone, akaashi proceeded to explain himself

‘backne is a horrible thing.’ he murmured, grabbing his satchel, slinging it over his shoulder before strolling out the changing room. ‘i’ll wait for you outside.’

and bokuto just stood there like (。_。) ‘what’s backne?’

Shinsuke Kita

atsumu had invited the whole squad back to inarizaki for one last game before coach kurosu’s retirement

after ages of arrangement, the whole team were able to make an appearance at the game - whether that be for 10 minutes or the whole thing

kita was able to stay for the whole thing

he was currently warming-up while chatting with aran before he was approached by atsumu, who was as lively as ever

‘mister rice farmer! it’s good to see you again!’ he sung, tossing his arm around kita’s shoulder and patting it in a friendly manner, ‘how’s life been treating ya?’

kita and atsumu somehow managed to make small-talk as if they hadn’t been apart for the last 6 years

‘me and my girlfriend have only been together for 6 months but i think i’m ready to settle down.’ atsumu mused, tapping his elbow before realising that he had been talking about himself for a while, ‘but anyway, i see that you and (y/n) are still going strong. haven’t y’all been together since the first year of highschool? that’s impressive! when are you gonna wife her up?’

kita perked up upon hearing that, ‘uh, yes. but how do you know that?’

atsumu couldn’t help but smirk, casually running a hand through his hair before motioning to the hickey on kita’s neck which was on semi-display, ‘right there, bud.’

kita looked down but unfortunately, his neck didn’t bend enough to see what atsumu was referring to

‘also,’ atsumu chuckled, slightly embarrassed about what he was going to admit ‘i saw the pic of her you put on your facebook.’

‘ah, okay.’ that one kita could understand

atsumu was about to open this mouth to say something but then the shrieking noise of the coach kurosu’s whistle rang through the gym room, indicating the start of the match

the game went surprisingly smooth tbh

minimal fights :o

but kita did get teased quite a lot smh

anyway, after everything was all said and done and everyone started to filter out the gym, kita rushed to the bathroom to check himself in the mirror and see what atsumu was referring to on his neck

once he took a look at himself, he frowned

just as he thought, a hickey - that’s embarrassing

it was clear you made an effort to place hickeys in areas that would be hidden though as the bruise was barely peeking out from under the collar of his jersey, atsumu just has a rather keen eye

however, that wasn’t going to stop kita from pounding you dry when he gets home - as a punishment ofc

kita was about to leave but he couldn’t help but stay and stare at himself in the mirror for a bit longer, recalling last night as he wondered at what point you bit those onto his neck

was it during the 2nd round? or the foreplay? or perhaps the 4th round? wait- no- definitely during aftercare cuddles!..or actually, maybe the 1st round?

in all honesty, he couldn’t remember

to him the whole night was a blur of pounding into you relentlessly, overstimulation, pleads for mercy, tears, passionate kisses and praise

with a sprinkle of daddy kink but let’s not talk about that

oh, and not to forget the way you’d call out his name just as you were about to reach your orgasm

or your sweet, lewd whines that echoed through the room when he thrashes against your sensitive spot

and don’t get him started on the cute little nicknames you have for him that squeal out through moans, like ‘daddy’, ‘master’, ‘sir’ etc

kita snapped out of his fantasies, letting out a sigh and about to exit the bathroom- until he noticed himself in the mirror out of the corner of his eye

he was hard

smh smh smh

now he was stuck between a rock and a hard place

(literally 🤠)

he could either potentially embarrass himself or cause an accident by walking to his car and driving home with a throbbing boner

or he could call you to help him jerk off in a bathroom stall

so he took a seat in one of the stalls - for the sake of the ppl he might run over if he did otherwise

he rung you up and thankfully, you picked up and you weren’t feeling bratty enough to deny him the help he needed so badly

although it wasn’t a very pleasurable experience since he was constantly on hyper-alert just in case the janitor walked in, at least he got a lot of nostalgia from it :))

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