#grabs her mother fucking whip

[rubiehart]

i feel like jj is absolutely obsessed with ur stretch marks, like say you'll be cuddling or something and u have ur leg resting on his hip and he's just running the pad of his thumb over ur stretch marks GRAHHH im losing it

been sitting on this one for a while.. my apologies♡︎

the blanket was tousled messily at the foot of the bed from your continues fidgeting, the outer banks heat was never kind to you this time of year. eventually getting up and cracking the window open, in hope to at least get a little rest, standing on your toes to reach and opening the latch, jiggling it a little to crack some paint, after all the chateau was old, you were sure this window hadn’t been opened in years.

you whipped your head back around, bare feet padding back towards the bed, you averted your eyes back up to the bed, plopping down on it to see jj seemingly awake, laying on his back with his hands behind his head, smirking. maybe. it was hard to see much in the dark, the only light source was the moon coming through the gaps of the overgrown plants taking over the outside of the shack slowly.

“mother nature claiming what’s her’s.” as pope would say, effectively saying the chateau was a shit shack. relaying it to john b continuesly in hope to get him to cut it down, he never did. you were glad in that moment, being able to admire your boyfriend’s face, illuminated by the pale light. “what?” you giggle, a little conscious, wrapping your arms around your stomach. he blinks slowly to cut out his staring and shakes his head playfully. “nothin’.” he sniffs and grabs your arm, pulling you on top of him, giggling as he does so, he laughs too, hiding his face in your neck. “shh.. we’re gonna wake the others” you laugh out, pulls away from your neck and smirks.

“ahh.. fuck ‘em. ‘s just us.” he whispers, flipping you back onto the bed and pulling you into his side, you nuzzle your face into his neck and breath in through your nose, a smile gracing your face at the smell. it was just so jj.

you lean up and capture his lips in a deep kiss, which he returns, groaning into your mouth, resting his hand on your thigh and gliding his thumb mindlessly over your stretch marks.

after a few seconds, you pull away, suddenly feeling self conscious, staying close enough to him for your lips to brush when you squeak out the question. “what’re you doin’?” he pulls away, blinking a little fast as he looks at you, mumbling out “hm?”

“what’dya mean baby?” he mumbles, kissing along your neck slowly.

“m’ stretch marks.” you whisper out and he lets out a little chuckle, pulling away from your neck for a second.

“they’re pretty.” he whispers, charming little smile on his face as he watches the insecurity creep onto your face. “them tiger stripes ain’t got shit on you, ‘kay?” he smiles and places gentle kisses along your neck, eyes flicking up to see your reaction, smirking when you smile, slowly sliding down your legs as he whispers against your navel. “lemme show you how pretty they make you, yeah?”

#jj maybank blurbs #anon ꨄ︎* #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank obx #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank headcanon

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Claiming

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Description: A Wedding of a Harkonnen Warrior and Atreides was written in the stars.... but no one saw that Paul would become Emperor and Feyd would be the last standing Harkonnen. The only thing to bind these two great houses is a wife that needs to be claimed.

A/N: This took so fucking long. Oh my god, I am sorry it took way too long. This was more difficult than I thought it would be, but still had fun writing these two crazy guys and their wife.

Warning: Dark Feyd. Dark Paul Blood lots of blood, crying, pain, dacryphilia, possessive Paul & Feyd dagger kink. Smut, breeding kink, dubcon, claming. Throple, passing out.

“You look beautiful. No bride has ever looked as breathtaking as you,” Margot said as she placed the chained veil over your face. She smiled warmly at you, or as warmly as she knew how to.

There was no warmth being a Bene Gesserit. Something that you were more than happy with. There was a time when you were younger when you fantasized about this scenario. Getting married and having a family, a home that wasn’t dark, cold, and in the shadows. The Reverend Mother made sure you stopped fantasizing. She let you know your only use was your womb and the child you would have.  And you were okay with it. You had to be okay with it.

“You should be grateful. It is an honor to be chosen by the most powerful men in the universe,” Barked the voice of the women that put you in this position. Lady Jessica, the new Bene Gesserit Reverend Mother.

She was the reason your fate had changed. “The only person that should be grateful is you, Reverend Mother,” you said with hatred. “If not for me, who would fix the mistake you made. Falling in love and giving the duke a son.”

You were getting dressed for your wedding because she was stupid enough to fall in love. She ruined the plan and now you were to be punished for it. She glared at you and made her way over to you and grabbed the back of your neck.

“You will do well to mind your tongue, lest you want Feyd to cut it out.”

Her threat did the trick, you shut your mouth. You often got into trouble as a child never being about to keep your opinion and comments to yourself. The times you were left in a dark room or whipped into submission should have cured you, but it cursed you. It was why you were picked by the Heads of House Atreides and Harkonnen.

“I like your fire, I can’t wait to snuff it out,” Feyd said after you spit in his face when he grabbed your backside.

You scoffed and tried to pull away when you backed into someone else. Looking up, you saw the new emperor, Paul Atreides.

“Hello, little witch,” Paul chuckled placing his hands on your waist. “What do you think, cousin?” He asked Feyd but his eyes never left your face. His gaze bored into your eyes, glowing at the defiance he saw within yours. A smirk danced on his lips, and he leaned closer to you. You turned your head to look away from them both.

“I think she is an excellent choice. Beautiful, lively, and amusing,” Feyd chuckled, his lips biting harshly at your neck. He broke the skin and you gasped struggling to get away from them, but their grips were iron and you were stuck.

“I am a person,” you said. “If we must produce, we can be civil about it.”

Paul laughed this time and grabbed your throat pulling your head back until you were locked in his gaze once more. “We plan to more than produce with you. Has your coven not told you what we want of you?”

You tried to keep the confusion off your face, but their laughter told you that you failed. Grinding your teeth, you closed your eyes. A slap to your face had you gasping and opening your eyes. Feyd shoved his tongue done your throat and Paul took his place biting your neck.

You groaned and bit Feyd, but he only moaned and forced the mix of your blood and his down your throat. Moving in sync, Feyd moved to tear your clothes off and Paul’s mouth was on yours.

“Bite me,” he ordered.

You did as the order wished over you and his blood filled your mouth. You whimpered slightly but neither of them cared as they marked. A knock on the door had them pulling away and a Bene Gesserit walked in. You were too lightheaded to know which one.

“Have you made your choice, My lords?”

You learned that they didn’t just want a child. No, to bind House Atreides and House Harkonnen, they needed something to keep the houses united or more like someone. Your glorious purpose, the reason for your birth was to fix the mistake of Lady Jessica having Paul.

“Can’t they just marry each other,” you complained to Margot. She snorted and ducked her head when the other shot us both dark looks. I shrugged; it was a valid question with the amount of sexual tension those two had every time they were together.

“Brides should be seen not heard,” Jessica snapped, cupping her growing belly. You nodded with a tight smile and stood up in your green and black dress that honored both of their houses. You walked to the mirror to see yourself, but you didn’t care.

The hall appeared empty as the double doors opened and you walked in, but you knew that there were eyes in the shadows. A heated glare from the front room had you smirking slightly. The former princess hated you for being in the place she wished to be. You would happily give her your place, but you disliked her so you would pretend to be happy to spite her.

You stood in front of the Reverend Mother with your black turn as you waited for your husband to enter the sacred hall. The doors opened and they both entered but you still kept your gaze followed. You hated how you knew which steps belonged to her. Paul’s steps were light and purposefully with all the confidence, but Feyd strutted with heavy steps like a tiger waiting to pounce.

“Finally, the Great Houses will be united and with this union, our Kwisatz Haderach will be unstoppable. No other house will try to rise against you both. And the children produced will rule the known universe forever,” The Reverend Mother said.

The crowd was buzzing with excitement as you were led out into the Arena. You would laugh at their arrogance if you weren’t in the position you were in. They flew all the way to House Harkonnen and invited people from all over the universe for your claiming. You thought you had gotten lucky when your wedding night came without you being torn apart by them, but it seemed they were binding their time. Playing some sick game of foreplay to keep you on edge.

You were dragged to the center of the arena and told to kneel in the sand. “Bite me, bitch,” you mumbled to the Harkonnen warrior that forced you down. He ignored you and took the cloak off your shoulder. The crowd's cheers grew as they saw your mesh chain dress that left you completely exposed to their hungry gaze.

You took a deep breath and looked down at your hands. You would just pretend you were anywhere else but here. You ignored the slight tremble of excitement that crawled up your spine. If things were done differently, if you had a different life maybe you would fantasize about being taken so primally. The vulgar cheers from the crowd made it hard to find any enjoyment.

Chants of Paul’s name let you know he had entered the arena. You looked up to see him stalking towards you with all the finesse of a panther. His clothes let everyone know that he was the emperor and in charge. He smirked at you, and you rolled your eyes and looked away from him.

“Hello, my pet,” he said when he stood behind you, placing his hand on the back of your head. You bristled at his touch but made no other acknowledgment of his presence.

Feyd entered with cheers, and you couldn’t help but look his way. He was only in black leather pants that rode low on his waist. He, of course, was putting on a show for the crowd. Waving his arms around and egging them to cheer more.

He grinned widely and turned his gaze to you. He kept your gaze locked as he pulled his dagger out and pointed it at you suggestively.

“Maybe, if you are good for us, Feyd will fuck you with that handle. Won’t you like that?” Paul whispered in your ear. You shivered and looked back down at the sand. Your breathing picked up and you couldn’t tell if it was fear or lust.

Feyd took long strides to get to you both and toss you into the sand on your back. Your eyes widened as you stared up at your husbands as they leered down at you with lust-filled eyes. Feyd licked his lips and Paul reached down to grab you.

You gasped scrambling away from them. Your heart was beating fast and every vein in your body to run. To get as far away as you could from them and to hide, but it would be pointless. It would probably even turn them on. Looking at them they both stared down at you in amusement. They wanted you to run and you didn’t want to play into their hands.

“What are you going to do, little fox?” Feyd chuckled.

And with that, you decided to run. Scrambling to your feet you took off in the opposite direction of them as fast as you could. They both laughed loudly, and the crowd followed suit. They were mocking you, but you couldn’t focus on that right now.

“How about a wager, Emperor?” Feyd said. “The first one to catch her gets to have her first?”

Paul grinned and pulled out his own dagger. “You’re on.”

You cursed and ran towards the door. You knew it would be locked but it was the only place you could go. You wanted to bang on the door until it opened. Maybe one of your Bene sisters would take pity on you.

Paul took off running, but Feyd was quick to tackle him into the sand. Paul glared up at him and pressed his dagger to his throat. The crowd stilled and you froze to stare back at them. Feyd grinned down at Paul pressing himself into Paul’s dagger.

“What are you doing?”

“This is a claiming, isn’t it? We are bonded as we are to her, are we not?” Feyd grinned wickedly, his voice echoing around the dome.

“You fucking wish you could claim me,” Paul growled knocking Feyd off of him and straddling his waist. “I will slit your throat.”

“Will you? My Emperor,” Feyd teased.

Paul dug his dagger in Feyd’s neck and Feyd chuckled as the blood dipped down the knife. Paul narrowed his eyes pulled his knife back and licked the blood off. “I will deal with you later, Feyd Rautha,” He stood up.

Feyd loved getting under Paul’s skin and striking out at him, grabbing his ankle, and sending him to the ground. With a hand on Paul’s neck, his gaze lifted to you and your breath caught at the unadulterated stare.

“I’m going to catch her and fuck her into the sand and then you are next.” He spoke to Paul, but his gaze never left yours. You tore your gaze away and ran again trying to put as much distance between you and them. You cursed yourself for getting distracted by them.

Paul drove his dagger into Feyd's side. “I’ll catch her and then teach you a lesson on respect.” And then he was up and running after you. Your eyes widened. The last thing you wanted was for your husbands to kill each other. The marriage was supposed to stop the fighting between the two houses.

Feyd chuckled digging his fingers into his wounded side and smearing the blood on his face and took off after Paul. You ran left but Paul stood with a smirk on your face and when you turned to the right, Feyd stood there.

“Whose it’s going to be, little witch?” Feyd laughed.

You flipped him off and backed yourself into a corner as they both boxed you in. You glared at them both. Paul was the lesser of two evils but with how railed up he was you were unsure. “My husbands, shall we take a break, yes?”

Paul laughed and lunged at you, but Feyd lunged at Paul causing them both to tumble to the ground. They struggled for control, shoving each other and biting and tearing at each other clothes. Feyd pinned Paul with his legs and chuckled as he wrapped his hand around his throat.

“Yield, Emperor.”

“Paul dug his fingers into Feyd's side. Feyd moaned and Paul flipped him over. “Do you like moaning for your Emperor?” He asked his nose brushing against Feyd.

You thought now was the perfect time to sneak passed them and add distance but the moment you took a step both of them snapped their gaze to you. You gasped and backed up against the wall once more. You squeezed your thighs together and looked away from them.

Paul leaned closer to Feyd and whispered something that you were unable to hear because of the pounding of your heart. You risk it and go to run past him but in sync. Feyd grabs you around the waist and Paul grabs your shoulder. You fought against them, kicking and screaming, but they ignored you as they pulled you into the center of the arena.

“You’ve been caught, little fox. It is time we put out your little fire,” Feyd said, shoving you completely into Paul’s hold as he began to take off your dress. You continue to glare and fight them until Paul twists your arm behind your back and roughly cups one of your breasts. A moan slips out despite yourself and Feyd laughed.

“Do you like it rough, little fox? We can be rough if that is what you want, Can’t we Paul?”

Paul laughed and twisted your nipple and bit your jaw. “We can be as rough as you want, Pet.”

“Fuck you, both,” you winced as they shoved you to the ground on your hands and knees. You try to turn around to face them, but your head is shoved into the sand. A tight grip on your neck warned you to stay down so you kept your face buried in the sand.

You feel humiliated. You hated your husbands and you hated yourself for being so turned on. Their presence was overwhelming, and you closed your eyes trying to dissociate with everything. Trying to ignore the crowd of people watching you.

A hand came down hard on your ass causing you to cry out. They both chuckled and the hand came again and again, until you were sobbing into the sand. Your knees shook and you were afraid you would collapse, and you could feel slick run down your thighs.

“Look how wet our little wife is,” Paul said teasingly pushing two of his long fingers inside cunt. You gasped. You’ve been curious before about your body. You knew about pleasure, heard about it from the other girls, even been touched by them, but never had anything been inside of you.

“Such a greedy little thing she is,” Feyd agreed. “Look at how she is taking your fingers,” He moved around until he was in front of you. Grabbing your hair, he pulled your head and forced you to look at him. “So pretty when you cry for us.”

You wanted to spit a curse at him, but Paul curved his fingers and your mouth opened and you moaned loudly. Feyd’s eyes darkened at your noise, and he tugged your hair harshly. With his free hand, he pulled his cock out stroking himself as he watched Paul add another finger and your moans grew louder.

He was at a crossroads. He wanted to choke you on his cock but the sounds you were making were too good to lose. Feyd looked from you to the curly-haired Emperor a smirked split his face as an idea formed. “My Emperor, don’t you think her noises are just too good to muffle?” He asked, slapping your breasts to prove his point when you gasped.

Paul was transfixed with your tight little cunt. You were so greedily sucking him in, stretching so well for him. The perfectly little pet for him and his cousin. He didn’t look up at Feyd’s words, but he nodded in agreement. “It would be a shame to lose such pretty sounds.

“Then we are in agreement,” Feyd said, dropping your head and moving to grip Paul’s curls and pulling his hand back.

“What the are you-” Paul’s words were cut off as Feyd’s cock was forced between his lips. Paul glared up at Feyd and tried to move his hand, but Feyd’s grip didn’t let up as he shoved his cock down Paul’s throat. Feyd groaned as Paul’s throat constricted around him.

Paul’s anger turned on you, as he shoved you onto the ground and shoved his fist into your cunt. You screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure, your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you came around his fist. Paul didn’t stop, he fucked you as hard as Feyd fucked his throat. The crowd watched transfixed the way you all moaned and lost yourself.

Feyd gripped Paul’s chin pulling his cock out slowly. Looking at the fucked out looked on the emperor’s face. Saliva dropped down Paul’s face and Feyd chuckled darkly. “As much as I would like to spill myself down your throat. I think our wife should get my seed first.”

Paul stood up and shoved Feyd away from him. He grabbed your upper arm and pulled you to your feet. “Undress me, pet,” he ordered. You whined you were still reeling from your orgasm but made quick work of his cock. His cock was hard, and you licked your lips staring at him. A moment that didn’t go unnoticed by your husbands.

“You will get a taste, but my cock will fuck you open first,” Paul said, gripping your waist and hoisting you into his arms. You gasped and wrapped your arms around his shoulder. Feyd pressed himself against your back, boxing you between the two of them. Feyd gripped one side of your hip and Paul grabbed his cock guiding it to your cunt and forcing his way into you in one thrust. You gasped and you released a long drawn-out moan.

“Fuck, little pet. You are so fucking tight,” Paul groaned.

“And she’s about to be tighter,” Feyd said.

His words registered a second later when you felt his cock rubbing against your clit and pressing against your already stuffed hole. “Wait, Wait. No. You can’t,” you gasped struggling against the two of them.

“Enough,” Paul said, biting your neck. You ignored him as Feyd’s pushed his cock into your cunt. You felt as if you were being torn apart. You dug your nails into Paul’s shoulder and his teeth dug into your neck more.

Feyd growled when you refused to open up for him. “Fuck, let me in,” He ordered, grabbing both your hips and forcing you down on his cock. Your mouth flew open, but no sound came out. Your vision blurred and you fainted from the pain.

“Looks like our little witch couldn’t handle us,” Paul chuckled, pressing your hair out of your face.

Feyd scoffed, grabbing your head and tugging it roughly until your eyes blinked. “You need to be awake for your claiming, little fox,” Feyd said, slapping your face.

“Too full,” you said through clenched teeth. You hated that the pain was fading, and you were starting to enjoy the feeling of your husbands fucking into you. You bit your lower lip and dug your nails into Paul’s shoulders.

“Don’t be stubborn, pet,” Paul said. He and Feyd work in sync as they fucked you. One thrust into you and the only pulled out so you were never empty.

“Don’t fight it. You love us using you. Go ahead and moan for us,” Feyd said. He grabbed your breasts and twisted your nipples. You cursed and moaned out. The noise rang throughout the arena but you didn’t care anymore.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Please, feels so good,” you begged, feeling tears running down your face. Paul laughed, grabbed the back of your neck, and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. He devoured your mouth, shoving his tongue down your throat. Moaning, you bit his tongue. Paul chuckled pulling back from the kiss. Feyd was instantly kissing you, biting your tongue, and exploring your mouth. Your eyes rolled back and you squeezed around their cocks as you moaned into Feyd’s mouth and came, soaking both their cocks.

“Fuck, squeeze our cocks, little witch,” Feyd groaned forcing himself faster and harder inside of you. Paul moaned and pulled you closer to his body. Feyd shoved himself closer to you both, causing you all to fall on the floor. But they didn’t stop, Paul slapped your ass, and you rode his cock as Feyd drilled into you from behind.

“Do you love how my cock feels against yours inside of our wife?” Paul taunted Feyd.

Feyd growled and leaned over you and bit Paul’s lip. Your chest pressed against Paul’s and Fedy pressed into your back. You bit Paul’s chest and he threw his head back moaning as he came. Feyd laughed, pulling out of you, giving his cock a few pumps, and cumming on both your spend bodies.

Paul pulls out of you and shoves you into the sand. You moved into your elbows, but he shoved you back down. “We are not done with you yet, wife. We will claim you until the sun goes down and then we will take you to our chambers where you’ll stay until you are carrying an heir.”

Feyd spread your legs and slapped your ruined cunt. “Look at you, gaping from our cock. Are you ready for another round?” He asked, slapping your cunt again.

You whined but glared at both of them as they stared down at you. “Well, get on with it then,” you said, though you were more than happy to be claimed by them again and again and again.

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[dantakeyoman]

pls part 2 to neteyam defending you 🫡🤍 but this time i'd love a continuation to motherly neytiri tending to reader!! and her hinting at the fact she had seen them and their son share a kiss after trying to find out all the commotion once hearing overprotective jake lose his cool at ao'nung!

Jake Is Pissed At Ao'nung, and Neytiri Talks To You About Your Kiss With Neteyam After All the Commotion (SFW)

Part 2 of "Neteyam Defending You"

CW: my dude Jake goes crazy, starts talking really freely to the Olo'eyktan, Neytiri is so nice and caring, best wing-woman ever, jake x reader (platonic; father-daughter-ish)

"What the hell is the matter with you, boy?! I oughta fight you right now!" Jake shouted as his eyebrows furrowed, the boy doing his best to try and understand the angry, English words.

Jake always switched to English when he was mad.

It was instinct, and English had more expressive cuss words than Na'vi anyway.

"Mawhey, My Jake," Neytiri whispered, quietly stepping in front of her husband and resting her hands on his chest, her eyes flicking to the crowd of village people that started to form.

"Please. The people are watching."

The entire Sully family stood behind you and Jake, on one side of the walkway, while Ao'nung, his friends, and the rest of the Metkayina stood on the other.

It looked as if both sides were warring.

"Let 'em watch. This shit needs to be dealt with," Jake growled, carefully moving her out the way and getting ready to scream at Ao'nung some more.

"What seems to be the problem here?" Tonowari asked calmly, him and Ronal breaking through the crowd and stepping to the front.

His tone was calm, but you could see on his face that he was clearly angered with the fact that his on was injured, and the outsiders shouting at him.

"The problem here? I'll show you the problem," Jake whipped his head over to you, giving a firm nod.

You nodded back with a sigh, stepping in the middle of the clan divide and lifting your arms, putting all of your injuries on display.

The Metkayina gasped, and Neteyam had to be held back by Lo'ak and Kiri.

He hadn't realized the extent of the damage when he was carrying you, but looking at it now, he should've hit Ao'nung twice as hard.

You had hand-shaped bruises all over your arms, and one on your ankle from Ao'nung's demonstration.

Your face had a large bruise on it's right cheek, and a bloody nose from being dropped on your face.

And the statement piece of it all, the nasty, pillow-sized bruise on your side, which was leaking blood from Ao'nung's toenails.

"Your words. Treat these Forest people like brothers and sisters. I don't see this shit as very familial," Jake spat, pointing roughly at Rotxo.

"That little shit managed to squeal about everything done to (y/n). The grabbing! The kicking! THE KIDS DROPPED HER ON HER FACE FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

Your breath hitched, silently thanking Eywa that the Metkayina did not have good English.

Ronal and Tonowari quickly turning to their son in anger, their gaze practically burning holes into the boy.

"Is this true?" the two hissed, no longer masking their rage.

And the look of absolute fear on his face was the icing on the cake.

It almost made you feel sorry for him.

....Almost.

"ANSWER!" Tonowari shouted.

"YES! It's true!" He admitted, hanging his head.

The entire crowd gasped, and Tsireya did her best to hold back tears as she looked at your injured form.

You were a very nice girl, and an incredible friend. You didn't deserve this in the slightest.

She could not believe her brother for doing such a horrible thing.

"My kids come back to me nearly everyday talking about how this kid is constantly harassing them-." "He calls us all freaks," Tuk sadly chimed, glassy eyed as she tucked her face into her mother's side, Neytiri taking deep, full breaths to keep her composure.

"But for the sake of peace, I let it slide. Well all that stops tonight! I want it to be made perfectly clear that if your son, or ANY of his little friends so much as lift a finger to ANY of my children, they will have to answer to me!" Jake finalized, resting a hand on your shoulder at the word children.

It almost brought you to tears.

You felt so loved, and protected, and safe. It me your heart swell with joy.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!" Rotxo and the other boys frantically agreed, terrified that, not only did they witness Toruk Makto's anger, but were the direct cause of it.

Everyone turned to Ao'nung to hear his response, but he stayed silent, dazed.

"SPEAK, BOY!" Tonowari shouted once again, pushing the boy forward with his staff.

"Understood!" he cried, turning his gaze down to the floor.

"Good," Jake huffed, un-puffing his chest.

"You have brought shame to this family. Go to the marui. You are grounded," Tonowari glared at his son, pointing his staff back to their home.

Ao'nung nodded, quickly turning around and speed-walking over, Tsireya following behind, ashamed.

Jake scoffed at the display, before turning to you with a softened face. "Now you. Are you okay? Wanna go get patched up?"

"Yes, sir," you nodded with a smile, quietly wincing from the pain of your bruised cheek.

"If you would accept, I could heal your daughter for you," Ronal stepped forward, apologetically bowing.

"I believe your family has done enough for tonight. I will handle this," Neytiri glared, stepping in front of you.

Ronal clenched her jaw, but nodded, turning around to follow her husband home.

"Come, child," Neytiri smiled at you, carefully taking your hand and leading you to the marui, Tuk and Kiri following close behind.

They entered, and the boys tried coming in after, but Neytiri stopped them.

"We must talk. Alone," Neytiri knowingly looked up at Jake, who nodded.

"That's alright. I gotta talk to these two, anyway," he agreed, resting his hands on the brothers' shoulders and leading them to a more secluded part of the island.

When Neytiri turned around, you were already sitting down, Kiri preparing the salves for your bruises.

She walked over and sat criss-crossed in front of you, picking up a special leaf to clean off your blood.

"My (y/n), are you alright?" she calmly asked, lightly swiping the blood from your nose.

"Yes. It looks worse than it feels. Truly," you assured, the loud wince you let out when Kiri touched a bruise quickly debunking your statement.

Neytiri sighed, carefully lifting your arm to wipe the blood from your side.

She needed to lift your spirits.

"You know," she started, a smile growing on her lips. "You and Neteyam remind me of me and his father when we were young."

You practically choked on the air you were breathing, the coughing fit you were sent into not feeling the best on your ribs.

Though it seemed like perfect entertainment for Kiri and Tuk, whose uproarious laughter could be heard from the next marui.

"I am serious," Neytiri politely laughed, halting her swipes on your side with a smile so you could catch your breath.

"He may not act like it, but your father used to be just as reckless as Lo'ak, maybe a little more."

"Really?!" Tuk asked, amazed.

"No way," Kiri scoffed with a smile.

Out of all the times he had scolded that boy, he was just as bad.

"But he was strong. He had a strong heart. No fear. Almost never hesitating to fight if needed," Neytiri continued, starting to smooth the salve over your rib.

"I see this in Neteyam."

She glanced up from her work, looking you in the eyes.

"For me, I was always calm. I wasn't as quick to fight as he, but I was still strong, and determined."

She looked back down.

"I see this in you."

Your cheeks turned a dark blue hue, despite the splashes of purple and red alredy there.

"The Great Mother knows all, and I feel she did not make this resemblance for no reason."

Was she saying what you think she's saying?

"Neytiri, what are you-?" "I am saying you and Neteyam have my blessing," she smiled.

Your breath hitched.

"Oh! I didn't....we weren't.....I wasn't-!" "No sense in denying it, (y/n). The whole clan saw you swapping spit with the boy as you came over," Kiri shrugged with a smile, teasingly poking you in the cheek, wary of your injuries.

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands, embarrassed.

"Oh, stop," Neytiri chuckled, tucking a stray braid behind your ear. "I think it is cute."

bonus !!

Jake sat down on the sandy shore, Neteyam and Lo'ak sitting on either side of him, concerned.

"You two listen, and listen good," he started seriously, his tone leaving no room for games.

The two nodded, and the man continued.

"I want you two to watch that Ao'nung kid, and his little group of friends, too. Be nice for the sake of peace, but keep your heads on a swivel. If they say anything to your sisters or (y/n), you tell me, I'll sort it out."

Jake did a quick perimeter check, making sure no one was listening in.

"But if any of those little shits so much as touch a hair on their head, I give both of you full permission to beat the living shit out of each and every one of them. Don't worry about the repercussions, I'll take the heat. But that's gonna be the new protocol from now on."

The two boys nodded firmly, giving their father a serious look.

"Understood," Neteyam agreed.

He was glad his dad was giving him permission, but to be honest, he was going to end up doing this anyway.

Today, he made a silent oath that he was never going to let you get hurt on his watch ever again.

"Alright," Lo'ak smirked, cracking his knuckles with his fist.

"And as for you," Jake started up again, turning to Neteyam.

The boy gulped, bracing himself for a scolding of some sort.

"Who taught you how to kiss like that?" his father smiled, giving his son a proud pat on the back.

"Oh, yeah! Those two were going at it! They were like-." Lo'ak jumped up from his seat, hugging himself and making kissing noises.

"Aye!" Neteyam waved off with a smile, that familiar heat rising to his cheeks.

Jake chuckled at his boys' antics, throwing his arms around each one and pulling them into a hug.

This was what a family was for. Protecting one another, caring for one another, healing one another.

Jake had no doubt in his mind that his family was, and truly is, his fortress.

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar #na'vi x y/n #na'vi x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #atwow #atwow x reader #omitacaya

[yuuuhiii]

sleepless nights

includes : takashi mitsuya x reader, 800 words , fluff

notes: couldn’t fall asleep so whipped this up:P

Takashi was wide awake. Only problem was it was well into the night. Luna and Mana were asleep. His mother was back from work and she’d have the day off tomorrow. So why couldn’t he just fall asleep?

It was you. Ever since the one time you’ve slept over. He can’t seem to fall asleep without you.

He groans, dragging his hand down his face, he throws his covers off of him.

He contemplates for a moment, should he?

Would you get in trouble?

Yet for once, he decides to just say fuck it. He throws on a hoodie and sweats, grabbing his keys.

He’s chewing on his lip, as he slides the curtain that separates his side of the room. He watches as his sisters sleep peacefully, a soft smile on his face.

He successfully exits his room, tiptoeing his way through the living room to find his mom on the couch. He sighs, walking over to her and pulling up the blanket that was over her.

He turns around and shuts the tv off, his heart is beating but he knows there’s nothing to worry about. His sisters and mother were sound asleep and his sisters would be taken care of. So he steps out of his house, locking the door and walking over to his bike.

Not sparing any time he gets on his bike, revving it and then he’s off into the night. The streets are not too bad, maybe only some cars, but it’s all peaceful to him. Despite all of that he’s exhausted, only thing on his mind being you and finally falling asleep. He drives swiftly passing street by street, knowing your home by memory.

Once he finally reaches your street he parks a little far from your house, knowing how loud his bike was. He gulps when your house comes into his view.

As he glances at your window he can see your silhouette. So he pulls out his phone sending you a text.

takashi💞

your parents asleep? 12:03 am

you<3

Yes why? 12:04 am

takashi 💞

open your window..? 12:04 am

Your eyes widen as you stare down at your phone, you run to your window, throwing open your curtains.

There’s Takashi, standing lazily with his hands shoved in his pockets as he smiles at you so sweetly.

“Hi baby.” He mumbled, sleep evident in his voice.

“ ‘Kashi! What are you doing here?” You whisper shout, your head shooting out of your window in every possible direction.

He chuckled at your reaction, already jumping up and inside your room. You stare up at him worried but his expression never changes, he always stared at you with so much fondness and admiration. It never failed to make you shy away from his gaze.

“What.” You whisper as he pulls your hands into his grasp.

“I missed you.” He whispered, carding his fingers through your damp hair.

You blush, he always stared so intensely with his lavender eyes, it made you melt.

“Is everything okay?” You look up at him and his heart skips a beat.

“Yea, I just couldn’t sleep…Can I stay over?” His hand reached your waist, rubbing circles on your sleep shorts.

“Yea but…” He immediately reads your mind when you look towards your door.

“I’ll be out before your parents wake up.” Your heart aches at the thought of him waking up early just to leave.

“Wake me up too okay?”

He’s ready to ask protest but you give him a stern look, making him laugh and raise his hands in defense.

Once it’s decided, you’re finishing up your skincare routine, rambling to your boyfriend that he’d caught you in the middle of it.

This past week you guys didn’t have a lot of time to spend with each other. You adored this small time you shared with him even going as far as doing your skincare with him.

Snapping cute photos of matching face masks, you both needed this. When he was with you, it’s like he could finally breathe. A big refreshing breath and a comforting fuzzy feeling was what you made him feel.

Once all was said and done you finally turned off your lamp, getting under the sheets with him. He lets out a long sigh, his arm draped over your waist as he memorized your features, engraving it all in your mind.

“Stop staring and sleep.” You whisper and he smiled widely.

“Can’t, you’re distracting me.” You push his face playfully turning around.

“Hey, that didn’t mean turn around.” He says in your ear, making you laugh.

He pulls you flush against his chest, shoving his face between your neck and shoulder blade. With one deep inhale he’s content.

“I love you.” He says so earnestly, you’re hot to the touch. He smiles at your reaction, letting your shallow breaths lull him to sleep.

When you were “sure” he was asleep, you uttered the words back, making Takashi squeeze you tighter against him, a pretty smile lacing his lips.

© yuuuhiii 24 : don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms

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[sweetiecutie]

🖤Fuck or Die part 2🖤

Part 1

Pairing: slasher! König x fem! Reader

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, mdni, smut, non con so rape, violence, obsession, drugging, face-slapping and nose bleeding, choking, kidnapping, mention of murder. If you feel triggered by any of these warnings - just scroll past!

A/n: this took me way longer than I expected but yay, I finally wrote the second part!!! Also absolutely not me incorporating a quote from the movie bc I think it’s impossibly hot🤭

Reading part 1 is recommended for understanding the plot

Your life will never be the same. That damned evening changed you, everything around you, splitting your life into before and after.

Your memories of next few days after the murder were a sheer blur of events and conversations - numerous interrogations with police officers and detectives, psychologists trying to soothe you out of your stupor still, your mother crying her eyes out at the sight of you right after police arrived at the place of Paul’s death. And, of course, nasty journalists trailing behind you, watching your every move, invading your personal space unapologetically.

Of course, you were quite a catch - the first and only one who ever survived a meeting with König. Everyone wanted to know what he looked like - any particular details, scars or tattoos, a fucking skin colour - anything you could remember would be of huge use, giving at least any clues to a dead unmoving case. But there was very little you could help with - König took great care of covering every centimetre of his skin in black clothing, his voice changed, he smelled of nothing but earth and sickening metal of your boyfriend’s blood. Bastard was even smart enough to not cum inside nor anywhere actually, so that police couldn’t get his DNA samples.

A few months had passed since that horrific attack and there were still no traces of König.

It was midday when your parents had to leave to attend your grandma’s birthday - your mother was reluctant, not wanting to leave you all alone. You were never alone actually - a few police cars always patrolled right outside of your house, not allowing even postmen to get too close to your family’s property. It took a lot of reassuring and encouragement from your side to get your mother off your back, convincing her that you’ll be just fine by yourself and that you want your parents to have some fun. She then gave up with a deep sight, promising to be back in only a few hour’s matter.

You heaved a heavy sigh, closing and locking the front door after waving your parents goodbye, heading to the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. A pile of dirty dishes stacked in a sink caught your eye, the sight of its ugly mess on otherwise clean and tidy kitchen caused an itch somewhere deep in your brain. Without second thought you rolled up your sleeves, pouring dish soap onto the sponge and foaming it up.

As you were halfway through the dishes loud trilling of your landline phone calling startled you, causing you to jump on your spot. Your head whipped around, looking into direction from which the sound came. Wiping your wet hands on the kitchen towel you grabbed the phone, tucking it in between your ear and shoulder after accepting the incoming call.

- Hello? - you said, coming back to the sink, swiping foamy sponge over another plate, cleaning it of any grease and leftover bits of food.

- Hello! Um, can I speak to Paul? - your movements halted abruptly. You stood there silently for a long while, muscles stiff and unmoving, eyes staring blankly at some invisible point in the space before you.

- Excuse me, are you still here? Do I have the wrong number? - the man on the other end of the line said, his voice sounding concerned. It seemed to bring you out of your stupor as you drew in a long breath, exhaling noisily.

- Um, can I ask you how you got this number? - you said, already sensing something weird about this whole situation. But cops were all around your place, there was nothing to be worried about, right?

- Paul gave it to me himself. Said to call here if I needed to reach out to him, - man explained. That was strange but not unexplainable - Paul often hang out at your house, you wouldn’t be surprised if he knew your home phone number better than his own. - So am I calling right?

- Oh, yeah, sorry it’s just… Paul’s dead, - you said, teeth sinking into the inside of your cheek, sweet metallic taste coating your buds, but you couldn’t care less, nibbling deeper into small wound, feeling of slight pain grounding you successfully.

- Oh god, what happened? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. But who am I speaking to then? - the man said, his voice now sounding genuine and apologetic. Everyone around Y/n suddenly sounded genuinely and apologetic. She heaved another sigh, resuming her scrubbing on the plates.

- He was murdered. And I’m his girlfriend, - you said in a calm tone, free of any emotion or feeling. Paul’s death was pretty much the only thing you talked about with others - police, detectives, police again, his parents and friends, your parents and friends. It seemed like such a sensitive topic turned into a rough callous way too quickly. - Well, I was his girlfriend, - Y/n mumbled after a short pause, faint clatter of porcelain audible in the background.

- Sorry about your boyfriend, - man on the line said. There was a brief moment before he added: - all those muscles didn’t help much, did they?

You froze. Silence settled in, interrupted only by occasional electric noise humming through the speaker. You heard your own pulse humping rapidly in your ears, your breathing fast and shallow, all muscles in your body tensing in alarm, straightening your back. Your eyes shoot up, looking out of the window above the sink. There were a few trees growing shallowly - barely an orchard - separating your house from your neighbours. No one was there.

- What’s that, sweet girl? You can’t see me? - a voice taunted, erupting herds of goosebumps running down your spine. - What a shame, I can see you clear as day.

- Neighbourhood is packed full with cops, you sick son of a bitch. If you only fucking dare coming anywhere close to my ho-

- Now-now, Y/n, - slasher interrupted you unapologetically, his voice hard and cold, causing thin hairs on your arms to rise. - Control your fucking language when you speak to me.

Your eyes dropped down onto the sink, fluffy dish soap foam was sparkling, playing with all the rainbow colors under the sun rays pouring in through the window. You clasped the phone in your non dominant hand, your dominant one reaching out and grabbing a kitchen knife from the drying rack, handle still wet and a bit slippery in your grasp.

- My, my, a dangerous thing that you’re holding. Be careful and don’t cut yourself, dearie, - König taunted, making your teeth clench. All blood drained out of your face, making you as pale as paper. Your eyes were fixated upon your window, peering into the orchard, desperately trying to spot any movement.

- What are you planning on doing? Everyone will hear if I scream. And cops will get your ass into prison, right where it belongs, - you spat out, pushing off the counter; your eyes ran all around the kitchen, looking for your cell phone with detective’s number saved, trying to keep the current call going so it’ll be possible to track it down.

- Oh will they? Then you better not scream, silly, - König snorted, making your blood boil. You were frightened still, terrified even; but the remorse of what he did to you, to Paul, was fuelling into your spite, making you a tad bit braver.

Failing to find your phone you entered the living room, rummaging through cushions and blankets piled on the couch, failing to find the stupid thing.

- Looks like you lost something. What’s up sweetheart? - you threw soft cushion back on the couch violently, huffing in annoyance upon not finding what you were looking for. You straightened and turned around to head to your bedroom, stoping in the middle of your tracks, freezing to the spot.

In the doorway leading to the hall stood König - dressed in all black, with heavy leather boots and his huge dagger strapped firmly to his thigh with a sheath, white scream mask staring right back at you. One large hand was pressing the phone to his ear, the other one was holding up your cellphone - the exact one you were looking for.

- You looking for this? - he asked, his own voice reverberating on the line because of your proximity.

You threw the phone to the side clutching onto the knife tightly. You dashed to the kitchen - there was a back door you could slip through - and outside was filled with neighbours and cops. Just pathetic six or so meters. Just a bit…

A scream tearing through your throat was muffled by a huge hand clamping against your mouth, the other one squeezing your wrist so tightly that for a fleeting moment you thought your bones were snapped, causing your grip on the knife to loosen, it falling down on the floor with loud clatter. König kicked the knife away across the kitchen, folding your arm back which caused your back to arch in pain - it felt as if he wanted to tear your limb from the rest of your body.

- Where do you think you’re going, Y/n? - König growled next to your ear, picking you up effortlessly and dragging your kicking form back to the living room.

Hauling you onto the floor König hooked one meaty thigh over your squirming body, putting bigger part on his weight down onto you, momentarily halting all of your struggle. One huge hand took ahold of both your wrists, pinning them to the floor above your head with frightening ease, his other hand was clasping your mouth still. He crouched down, scream mask was mere fifteen centimetres afar from your face as he seethed:

- Now you shut the fuck up and listen closely to what I have to say, and no one will get hurt, you get that? - he said, waiting until you gave him any sing of agreement. But you offered none. - You get that?! - König growled impatiently, bumping your head against the hardwood floor, causing black spots dance in the corners of your eyes for a long minute. You gave a weak nod, feeling hot tears running down your temples, getting lost among your hair.

- I’ve been thinking about you. A lot, - König sighed, hand that was on your face squished your cheeks together painfully, making your lips pucker out. - About this gorgeous mouth and pretty lips…

König crouched down, barely leaving a few centimetres between your faces.

- A this tight little cunt of yours. Remember how you clenched around me? How good my cock was filling you up?

- What do you want from me? - you weeped quietly, voice barely audible, broken by faint sobs and hiccups.

- Very little, dove. Just be an obedient girl and do as you’re told and no one will get hurt, - König tutted, taking in the sight of your crying face. Gosh, he was a sick fuck - his cock was already getting painfully hard, straining against his pants.

Letting go of your face König reached behind his back, withdrawing something from the rear pocket of his jeans. Just as you opened your mouth to cry out for help he shoved that thing inside of your cavity, slapping a hand over your lips so you won’t spit it out. The thing momentarily dissolved on your tongue, leaving a bitter aftertaste; you tried to struggle against killer’s strong hold, thrashing violently, but it led you nowhere.

Suddenly you felt hot - as if you had a really bad fever. Your mind clouding up rapidly, thoughts muddling, muscles becoming weaker by the second. You huffed out in frustration; moving your limbs a few centimetres seemed like impossible labour. World was spinning around you, blurring sharp and distinguishable features of König’s mask into a white haze.

König let go of your face once again, his now free hand slid down your body, cupping your sex through numerous layers of clothing separating you two. Sudden pleasure surged through your weakened body upon the contact; a loud moan that rolled off your tongue startled you - and suddenly you realised just how aroused you felt.

- Jeez, that dude didn’t lie about this shit, - König laughed out excitedly, watching your eyes widen in terror. You could barely move by now, not speaking of trying to fight off a man twice your size. His size. In a blur of all events, words and pain you never came back to just how fucking huge he was. You never mentioned that in any of your interrogations. How fucking stupid, huh?

Killer let go of your wrists cautiously, watching you closely - you rose your hands, resting your palms on his chest and pushing with all the might you had left, but it wasn’t enough to even push a cat off the chair - so that was the limit of your strength in this state?

König barked out another laugh - he was going to have so much fun with you! His hand never stopped massaging your crotch, noting a small wet patch forming on your shorts - you were soaked through your panties and now soaking your shorts? Gosh, he better buy a few dozens of these aids. Psycho’s eyes shot up to your face upon hearing a sob - tears ran down your eyes like small diamonds, turning your eyelids a pretty shade of red. König shifted forth so that his mask was almost touching your nose:

- Oh baby, I’ll be much gentler with you this time, I promise, - König cooed, pressing cold plastic of his mask against your flushed wet cheek, as if giving you a comforting peck.

Slasher shifted a bit, changing his position from sitting on your thighs to being in between them, yanking you towards him by your knees. He did quick job of taking your shorts and underwear off in few fluid moves, impatiently discarding them somewhere to the side. König felt his heavy cock twitch inside his jeans at the sight of your puffy cunny, all shiny from slick that practically oozed out of your fluttering hole. He swallowed hard, saliva was practically pooling in his mouth, having to restrain himself from tearing his mask off and devouring your cunt, exposing his face too early. You whined out something unintelligible, still trying to pry his fingers off one of your knees.

Your skin felt hot even through thick fabric of his gloves, so when König took one off and plunged two of his thick fingers inside of your tight hole he was surprised at how hot it was inside of you - one of the drug’s effects, he guessed. You couldn’t help but mewl at the pleasant feeling, your brain barely functioning, controlling yourself was beyond hard.

- That’s it, sweetness. Lemme hear all the pretty sounds you make, - König encouraged, plunging his fingers in and out of you, increasing the pace. Rough thumb coming to circle your slicked clit, causing your whole body to jolt softly. Scent of your pooling arousal was strong and prominent, seeping even through König’s mask, making him throb in his pants.

He couldn’t wait any longer. König was dreaming about your pussy being spread around his cock since that first night, he needed to be inside or else he’ll lose the remnants of his mind. Slasher slipped his fingers out of you, quickly undoing his pants, sliding them down as much as knife holster on his thigh would allow. Your breathing increased as you tried to close your legs, man’s bulky form making it impossible for you to do so.

- No, no please.. not again, - you begged, tears rushing down your temples, your voice meek and barely audible, so König just ignored it.

Pulling his girthy cock out König pumped it a few times with gloved hand, aligning pink swollen tip with your leaking entrance. It one smooth movement he bottomed out half of his impressive length, your body - flushed and pliant - taking him inside without any resistance. Low groan rumbled through his broad chest; König’s head fell backwards, hands gripping soft fat of your thighs, leaving pale marks of his fingertips on your skin.

You hated every second of it. Hated how his hips collided with yours with every thrust, how you felt him throb and twitch inside of you; hated how his hands wandered up and down your sides, rubbing your waist and palming your tits. And you hated how fucking good it felt. Hated how your body, despite all your attempts to resist, to fight off the effects of the drug, gave into the pleasure.

- That’s it baby. Just take what I give you, - König breathed out, his words slurred with pleasure. - See? See how good it can feel when you shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to? Just be a obedient little girl and feel good, I’ll take care of everything else yeah?

It felt as if a ball of bile got stuck in your throat; your face scrunched up in disgust as much as your jelly muscles allowed it:

- Fuck you, - you barely managed to choke out, your tongue struggling to form right sounds.

For a few moments you were sure König didn’t hear you, given the lack of any reaction nor acknowledgement of your words. But the next thing you knew was searing pain in your left cheek, the impact of man’s wide palm with your face jolted your head to the side, sudden change of its position made you felt dizzy. Now world was spinning around you even more so, you felt something warm trickling down your cheek - blood from your nose, you figured. Killer’s fingers roughly gripped your chin, yanking it back so that you were facing him once again.

- You wanna say that again bitch? Come on, I fucking dare you, - he spat out, movements of his hips halting completely, leaving his cock buried deep inside of your rippling warmth.

Your head shifting so harshly once again made you nauseous; you could barely see anything, dark purple circles were dancing all around, changing their shapes and giving way to greens and yellows to flood your vision.

- That’s what I fucking thought, - König gritted out. His hand let go of your chin, coming lower to wrap strong fingers around your neck. His hips started working with even more vigour, forcing his dick in and out of your drugged cunt on the pace that was almost inhuman.

Firm clasp of maniac’s hand around your neck made it nearly impossible to breathe. Both your hands wrapped around his mighty wrist, too weak to actually get him off you. Your vision started to darken rapidly, white noise trilling in your ears, barely allowing any other sounds to filter through.

- From the very moment I laid my eyes on you I fucking owned you. And I own you right now, and forever will. This is my fucking cunt, and I’ll use it whenever I want to. And I need you to fucking. learn. it. - König growled out, emphasising each of his last words with hard deep thrusts of his hips against yours, his cock making your stomach bulge, surely bruising your cervix.

- Oh but I’ll train you. Mould you into my personal cocksleeve, ready to be used whenever I feel like it, - his pace was quickening, thick cotton of his denim pants muffled filthy sounds of his mighty hips snapping against your ass. The grip of strong fingers never eased; König shifted part of his weight onto his hands which were wrapped around your neck, white mask hovering right in front of your face - milky white of it was a harsh contrast to blackness pooling in the corners of your eyes.

With that your conscience started to slip away. You felt your body jolt with every ferocious thrust of man’s hips, his cock buried deep inside of you, bruising your insides with its persistent bullying. Acute lack of oxygen burnt your lungs, and you prayed to all gods that König held your neck a tad bit too long - just enough for you to not wake up the next time. And just before you slipped into heavy delirium, your mushed up brain picked up König’s growl, penetrating through thick noise humming in your ears:

- You’re mine. Forever and ever.

Street was filled with all kinds of noise - sirens from police cars were going off triggering dogs from nearby houses, neighbours were crowding a bit afar, frowning and shaking their heads, everyone having their own theory of what happened. Loud cries of Y/n’s mother shook the air, putting everyone further on the edge. She is such a sweet girl, she’s never done anything bad! Oh god, why is this happening to her of all people?!

Some people were saying that the girl simply snapped, breaking under the pressure of events and finally fleeting the country without telling anyone to not give any clues about her whereabouts to the killer. Some said she just went out to unwind from being constantly watched by police and have some alone time - she’ll show up anytime soon. But everyone knew that it was one of murderer’s deeds - he did something to her. And everyone knew, deep down, that they’ll never see Y/n again - alive, at least.

A young lanky policemen, obviously green and not experienced in his job, was babbling out his report to the superior, all the other cops that were patrolling with him as well stood around silently, too scared to pipe in.

- Sir, I swear we were patrolling the area all this time, there was literally no one but the neighbours, but they were staying at their pro-

- Then you were not doing it well enough! - city commissioner barked out, his mighty vice silencing everyone around for a short moment. His face was red, fuming with rage; nostrils flaring with intensity of his heavy breathing, angry vein popped up on his temple, pulsating in tandem with his rapid heartbeat. His heavy gaze shifted between all the poor officers, their faces pale as chalk.

- You had one fucking job. ONE fucking job - to keep the girl in the sightline - and where is she now, huh? I’m asking you motherfuckers - where is Y/n?! - Mr. Lindner barked out, his heavy voice making everyone jolt. Younger officers stared down on their shoes blankly, not daring to meet eyes with their boss.

- You may consider yourselves lucky if you’ll still have your licences by the end of the week, - commissioner Lindner tsked, spitting onto the ground in remorse. Turning around, he headed to his police issued car, shouldering all those nosy ones who were brave enough to approach him in this state. Getting inside Mr. Lindner closed the door with a loud bang, starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway onto the main road.

Commissioner Lindner drove in full silence, blue eyes fixated on the road ahead; it was barely past midnight, but the darkness hung thick all around, being slit by two yellow rays of his car’s headlights. He gripped steering wheel tighter, one hand coming to comb back his grown out hair out of his eyes, a small smile played in the corners of his scarred lips.

Soon he’ll be home - maybe the effects of drugs will wear off by that time and he’ll watch Y/n wake up slowly, those pretty doe eyes of hers gazing up at him drowsily. He will cook her dinner - all of her favourites - and maybe even spoon feed her, if she’ll allow it. Then he’ll bathe her and tuck her in her new bed, locking up the door for the night and watching her sleep through the cameras.

Everything was going as smoothly as ever. No one has accidentally seen him dragging unconscious Y/n out of her house and hauling her into the backseat of his car. No signs of struggle or fight were found - kitchen sink was still half-filled with soapy water and dirty dishes, clean ones drying off on the countertop, a knife with all the fingerprints being drowned among other dirty utensils. Y/n’s parents approved that everything was on its original place - as if the girl just disappeared, dissolved into thin air.

No one suspected a thing. And, of course, no one suspected a respectable city commissioner Lindner with years upon years of experience, a veteran with impeccable reputation, a person no one could speak badly of.

This was the beginning of your new life, life in which everything revolved around König, causing you to cling onto him as if he was some kind of goddess. Life in which you no longer belonged to yourself, but to your abductor. Life in which you finally understood that you don’t need anyone or anything else because you had König, understood that König was your life itself <3

Slasher! König Masterlist

A/n: I apologise for giving König a half assed name, but I thought it’d be really cool for the plot😌

Once again, feedback is highly appreciated! I’m making this a series so feel free to send in your suggestions for more slasher! König content<3

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[star-girl69]

As much as I love overprotective Clarisse which believe me I DO😍😍 am I the only one who kinda wants to see a protective reader if something happens to Clarisse or even Ivy?!

I feel like Clarisse may just sit back and be Yh that’s my girl 🤭

Literally kicking my feet and giggling while writing this

Also I love your writing so much it’s so goodddd I check my phone for any new posts all the time and scream when you do

TYSMMMMM BAE ILY!!!!!! been in a writing slump recently. someone else please write a mind bogglingly good clarisse fic to inspire me again. lord give me strength…

forget the fact this is 2 days late. thank y’all 🙏🙏

anyways officially adding danny to the perfect family bc I DO WHAT I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!

ok so imagine this

clarisse is participating in some sort of contest

like

idk roman gladiators LMAOOOO

but basically it’s like a big tournament? and yk she’s destroying eating it up cooking, whatever you will

finally she gets to like the semi-finals and atp everyone kinda knows she has it in the bag

her opponents are scared

(trust an underground betting ring was formed. everyone who bet on clarisse is thanking the gods and everyone who didn’t is shaking in their boots)

clarisse is happy bc you and the twins (danny and ivy)

are sitting right in the front row cheering her on

and she got a wonderful good luck kiss from you

so not only is she happy and thinking about that but also she’s convinced that she’ll win just bc she got a kiss from you

so the fight starts, ivy is genuinely SCREECHING at the top of her lungs she’s so me she can’t be normal about anything ever

and you and danny are just regularly cheering for her 😭

eventually someone behind you tells ivy to shut up

YOU WHIP AROUND BC WTF???

harshest death glare in the universe. like even zeus would be a little scared.

ivy doesn’t even notice she’s chill

the other person quickly shuts the fuck up.

then you turn back to watch clarisse and the fights just starting, the other dude is scared and knows his ass barely stands a chance

she’s having fun pummeling him

ugh fight scenes are hard to write

so eventually she tosses his ass to the floor

“GO MOM GO GO GO BEAT HIS ASS MOM BEAT. HIS. ASS.”

“IVY STOP FUCKING SWEARING”

and this dude, who’s laid on the ground, who knows he’s cooked, decides the best option is to grab some dirt and throw it in clarisse’s face

and no one was prepared for this

like clarisse was standing over him with her spear at his throat, smile on her face, everyone knew he was done for- THEN HE DECIDES TO PLAY DIRTY AND DO THIS???

like everyone thought clarisse had it in the bag

the rules for this competition were that you’re not allowed to use anything but your person and/or pre-approved weapon(s)

NOT EVEN CLARISSE WAS EXPECTING IT

SO SHES DISTRACTED BY THE FREAKING DIRT IN HER FACE

SO WHEN THIS BITCH KICKS HER SHE GOES DOWN

DEAD SILENT!!!!!!!

EVERYONE GASPS!!!!!!!

whispers in the crowd… “oh bro is cooked…”

(sorry i’m obsessed w saying cooked rn)

and he is cooked

but by someone unexpected.

clarisse is wiping the dirt off of her face swallowing her shame she can’t believe she got distracted and let herself fall she should have saw it coming but suddenly she hears someone screaming

she opens her eyes and sees you menacingly walking towards this dude, who’s still on the ground and scrambling away

and what’s funny it you’re yelling at him like a mother would

the crowd is giggling…

“THAT IS AGAINST THE RULES. WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT MANNERS??? WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT DECENCY??? SHAME ON YOU SHAME ON YOUR PARENTS SHAME SHAME SHAME”

clarisse is literally sitting there mouth dropped open when you grab his ear and he HOWLS

dragging him back towards clarisse, he’s kicking and screaming and literally CRYING

“HELP HELP HELP ME HELP SHE CANT SO THIS SHE CANT I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG”

“YES THE FUCK I CAN YOU BROKE THE FUCKING RULES NOW APOLOGIZE YOU LAWLESS SWINE”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING PLEASE I DIDNT”

one of the apollo kids who organized the event is looking around (kinda enjoying it) but mostly very scared

“technically you did break the rules… sorry pal…”

“PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME”

obviously, this is the hottest thing clarisse has ever seen in her life.

she’s sitting back on her palms, watching in utter amazement, trying not to bite her lip

someone loving clarisse… that gets her going

someone loving clarisse enough to PROTECT HER??? she’s about to explode. EXPLODE. she’s never needed you so bad in her life LMAOOOO 😭

and this bitch is STILL refusing to apologize

like damn it’s not that hard… it’s not like you have any pride left to speak of you just got dragged around by the ear 😭😭 bro you’re cooked just apologize and get out while you can

AND YOU’RE GETTING FED UP WITH IT TOO

“hey, dumbass, why don’t you look at the stands?”

you point, and everyone follows your finger.

ivy is a literal cartoonish whirl of her pink t-shirt and the white shorts with the little trees on them

danny is holding her back (with ease, might i add he’s strong as fuck 💪)

“i’ll let her out.”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING-”

“LET HER OUT”

he barely escapes that attack.

when you finally call ivy off of her attack, she stands next to clarisse, literally growls at the dude, before hugging clarisse

clarisse is still on the ground in utter shock.

she can’t keep her eyes away from you and ivy. she can’t get rid of the GLOWING feeling in her chest

is this… what it’s like… to be loved?

WAHHHHHH WAHHHHHHHH BITCH NOW IM THE ONE CRYING NOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭

danny eventually walks over and helps her up

then they all watch as you smile sweetly at this very traumatized dude and ask if he’s ready to apologize

“IMMSORRUOHGOEE IMSORHR ESEBIMS YORUUE”

(i’m sorry oh gods im sorry i’m sorry”

then you walk over to clarisse, rolling your eyes and mumbling about bad parenting, girl she pounces on you.

kisses you so hard in front of everyone

ivy and danny are hugging each other and shielding each other’s eyes, screaming, begging for you two to stop

“y/n” she breathes as she pulls away “you are… the most amazing mother, the most amazing girlfriend, and literally the love of my fucking life.”

literally twirling your hair “omg baeeeee you’re too sweet 🤭”

(y’all don’t end up leaving her cabin for a LONG time.)

after this clarisse definitely sort of realizes a whole new side of your relationship. seeing you publicly defend her like that, publicly care about her, love her, omg she is going crazy for you!!!

after this incident she definitely stops calling you her gf.

gives you a really pretty ring she got one of the hephaestus kids to make, starts calling you her wife

and nobody better have a problem w that lol or else they got two ares killing machines, one feral attack dog, and a literal mother who is not afraid to drag you by your ear.

—-

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[rosipuree]

Suguru knew from a very early time he was infatuated. But now seeing how you interacted with his family just had him whipped. Maybe he might just put a ring on that finger sooner than he originally planned.

-creampie, unprotected sex, oral sex, pet names; 'baby' 'doll' 'princess', breeding.

Soft music was playing in the background as you sat and laughed with his parents. His sisters joining along the conversation as they sat closely next to you. His heart warmed up at the sight. You fit in like a puzzle piece; like you belonged here.

“What’s the plan after you two graduate this year?” His father says catching you off guard. You two never really talked about it. Not because you two never had time, but you were scared. What if he wanted to pursue something that was completely out of your zone. What if he wanted to leave Japan but you wanted to stay.

“We haven’t really figured that out yet.” You sighed softly as you fidget with your fingers. Where was Suguru when you needed him. You felt awkward as his mother glances at his father. “He’s going to be taking over the company for me.” You hear the sliding door from the house open. Just in time.

“You scaring her?” Suguru chuckles taking a close seat next to you. His mom rolled her eyes playfully. “We were just talking about what the future holds for you two.” Suguru smiled and looks over at you, “I’m gonna buy us a small house, close to where she’ll be working.” You snapped your head towards him unaware of the plan.

“What?” You whispered. “And you know work with dad for a while, maybe put a ring on that finger. Who knows.” He smiles wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Your whole body felt warm. He really loved you. “Atta boy!” His father smiled and winked at him.

“Omg when you guys get married, me and Mimiko have to be flower girls!” Namako says grabbing your hands. She was excited at the idea of you and Suguru getting married more than you were. Rambling about what she’d do to her hair and how she’d do her makeup. Mimiko just rolled her eyes as she listens to her sister.

“You like that?” He whispers while everyone was too busy on their own conversations. You felt your core heat up at the sound of just his voice alone. “I’d love that.” You smiled leaning in to give him a small peck.

-

He watched you brush your teeth in the small bathroom near his room. He would love sitting on the toilet just to see you complete your night routine. The small short pink nightgown wrapped around your curves. He got hard just thinking about the night you two last had sex. It’s been almost a week since you’ve been here with his parents for spring break and it’s driving him crazy. Not being able to fuck you so good that your screaming his name out.

“Suguru I said let’s go…” You say interrupting Suguru’s dirty thoughts. “Yeah—“ He couldn’t help but smack your ass before getting up from the toilet. The small wince leaving your mouth as you pout your lips. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you ever since we got here.” He whispered as you two walked back to his room. His body pressed against your back; his rock hard dick pressing against your ass.

“Well I said not here, we have two more days here anyway. You can survive.” You breathily chuckled while closing the door behind Suguru. The house was all quiet. The girls were in their rooms probably scrolling through social media and his parents were sound asleep.

“Baby, you know I mean what I say.” He rest his arms behind his head as he watched you applying some extra lip balm. You smiled and turned to him, “About what?” You walk toward Suguru. Plopping yourself on top of his lap, straddling him.

“I’m gonna marry you.” He whispered as his hands made its way to your hips. Slowly rocking you back and forth on his clothed shaft. “Yeah?” You say leaning in to plant wet kisses on his lips. The berry lip balm flavor overtaking the taste. Your lips were so plushy and soft. That was one of many things Suguru loved about you.

“Princess…if I could, I’d put a ring on that finger tonight.” He grunts as his dick filled every inch of your throat. You were already taking him so well. The explicit gurgling sound coming out of your mouth as you fondled his balls.

The breathy moans leaving your mouth as Suguru relentlessly pounded himself deeper and deeper into your burning core.”I love you…” you whine while you left those pretty scratch marks on his back. He would always make you take pictures after so he could admire your artwork. “How about you carry my kids too doll.” He grunts his mouth so close to your ear. His mouth making those little grunts and groans you would listen to repeat if you could.

“Yeah…” you whispered back. It was hard. Suguru had a big dick and he knew how to use it too. Constantly hitting the gushy spot inside your aching pussy drove you crazy. But the last thing you wanted to do was face his parents if they ever heard how you and their son spent the night at their house.

You push his hair back leaning in leaving passionate kisses. You were close and he knew it. Fastening his pace as your moans pitched higher and faster. “ ‘m close..” you lean your head back into the pillow as Suguru nibbled on your nipples.

“Let it all out princess.” And you did. The cream drenching his dick had him pussy drunk. His dick going crazy as he could let it all out any second. His pace got sloppier as he felt his high come close. “Just like that..” you moan, he loved it. And you knew he loved it because seconds later he was cumming inside you. And he sat there with his dick leaking inside your pussy.

“The day, you have that beautiful diamond ring wrapped around your finger as I caress that beautiful baby bump…is the day where I know I made it in life.” He whispered while massaging your scalp as you cuddled him. Everything he said just made you fall even harder.

And maybe he should’ve listened to you; Because here you were sitting with his sisters as they bullied you and Suguru.

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk x y/n #smut #jjk suguru #geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #suguru geto smut #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen geto #rosipuree

[hoesformatt]

POP ONE OR SUMN…

matt smut, play in my face and i’ll play in your ass…

sub!matt • poc!reader friendly

contains: masterbaton (masc), sending of videos, pet names, no use of y/n

word count: 0.7k (I TOLD Y’ALL IT WAS GONNA BE SHORT DKM)

not-proofread

My dalgona coffee was looking good, you could call me a gilmore girl with how much coffee I drink per day. I took my coffee real seriously and the way I whipped up mg favourite cup a coffee and that shit look good. Just enough to make a bitch cum in her panties.

I took my phone and scrolled on snapchat where I take a photo of me and my coffee putting a caption of;

“You need some good ass coffee rn, i’m not tripping”

I send my snap to the boy on my pinned, Matt. I just talk to him a-lot he’s really funny, nice, and really fucking fine, I text him whenever I get the chance to.

I second guessed sending that photo when I realised that I was wearing my ‘I live alone so idgaf what i’m wearing’ outfit that was a little… Slutty. Most girls home outfit is a matching sweater and sweatpants set or something on the lines of that but no. I’m always fucking hot, and I can’t help that shit.

Not even 3 minutes the snap sent, he snapped me back and I immediately opened it when I saw it was him.

“I don’t gaf about you’re fucking coffee, pop a tit or do a trick or something …”

I stared then saved the snap in chat before replying with a video. I was feeling a bit frisky so why not pop titty, it never hurt nobody.

I propped up my camera on the wall of my countertop “That’s rude. But this coffee will make you want to slap your mother…” I took a sip from my coffee “delicious.”

I grabbed the camera up into my hand pulling up my top to reveal my breasts and the cold air hitting my nipples. I fondled my tits before rolling my shirt back down. I sent the snap to him before slamming my phone back on the counter and pondering on what I just did.

Every second he didn’t reply I paced around my kitchen when I picked up coffee and my hands were literally shaking and trembling.

My phone pinged about 10 minutes after my whole freak out, and I still didn’t look at my phone. I slowly picked up my phone peeking at the notification tag. When I saw the ‘M’ I already knew who it was from and I was pacing my breath until I opened his text message.

A voice note…

I grasped my airpods that were charging in my fruit bowl at the end of the table putting both ear buds in my ear before playing the voice note.

“Fuck… Oh my god” Matt moans, whimpers and wet noises filled my ears, the sound was making my panties soak and I couldn’t stop listening the long audio.

His breath would hitch here and there and small whines would leave his mouth when he would stroke his cock faster. The voice message ended and I wanted to hear him more, I wanted to see him.

I got reckless. “I want to see you” I texted as the the bitmoji for him peeped up.

“I knew you wanted to” A video showed up and Matt placing his phone against his computer.

It started with him on a alternate phone and it just came to me that he was opening up my video, then he sat back in his chair to put his lap in view of his camera, his bulge showing from his sweatpants.

He palmed his hardness, his breaths getting heavier. He took his cock out his sweats as it sprang up and hit stomach, pre-cum was leaking out his throbbing tip.

Matt spreading his semen across his tip, before licking his hand then stroke his dick slowly. His lips parted “Fuck baby— I need you so bad” he began to fuck his fist desperately, he threw his head back with his chest heaving.

His hand shifting quicker, his body began to jerk back into his chair. I was hypnotised by Matt’s actions, he looked so needy and submissive touching himself like that.

“I-I’m gon-na cum” Quickening his pace, his eyes rolled back as his pathetic whimpers escape his mouth and strings of cum spill out his tip, coating his stomach.

A few second past as he catched his breath and he grabbed the camera.

“Mommy, please come help me clean myself up”

part 2?!? (prolly not 😝)

tags: @chrisenthusiast , @miguelsangel , @lunariaxzz , @thesturniolos , @angelic-sturniolos111 , @littlebookworm803 , @79sturniolo , @alinaa131, @luv4kozume

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[pinkmirth]

⸻ 𝑃ℛℰ𝒮ℰℛ𝒱ℰ!

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ the belmont family has endured for centuries, and it’s now up to richter to keep it going strong. there’s only one way to ensure the expansion of his bloodline, and it’s simple; knocking you up.

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ ( 6k+ words of . . . ) richter belmont x fem!reader, canon-divergent, set in the 18th century (1700s), nsfw/smut, porn with very little plot, established relationship, size difference, nipple play, handjob, panty-ripping, p-in-v, heavy breeding kink, many mentions of pregnancy, missionary, tummy bulge, lotus position, creampies, richie’s a bit cocky (when is he not!), use of pet names (e.g. darling, love, good girl, rich, richie . . .), richter calls reader a ‘ cockslut ’ once, explicit language, lowercase intended, black coded, minors shoo!

𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱ℰ-𝒩𝒪𝒯ℰ! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ after binging castlevania (nocturne), i instantly fell for that gorgeous man richter & his baby blue eyes ><  he’s got a sharp mouth, a pretty face, and nice biceps– of course i’m in love with him! i just had to whip up somethin’ for my favorite belmont (dunno why, but i heavily believe their clan is crazy about breeding hmm) this was supposed to be an itty bitty drabble, but it ended up much longer than i thought it’d be . . . and might i warn you that this is mostly just sappy, nasty filth. now, please enjoy this smutty piece of work for richie! ❤︎

richter has made the renard household your favorite place on earth. more specifically, you’re fond of his homey bedroom. it’s got this olde charm to it, and a wide glass window with french-pinewood framing; one that offers a pleasant view of the grassy fields and neighboring stream that surround the cottage. 

over anything else, his bed is surely the best part of it all. there’s a fluffy duvet in that dusty-blue color he likes, one so large that it covers his long legs even when they tangle between yours. the quilted mattress has just the right amount of space for two lovers, and is comfy enough to keep you warm throughout the night, considering the chance you might stay over. 

though, there is a downside, as nothing can be perfect— it creaks far too much when he fucks you. 

it’s not often that the both of you can make good use of that bed of his, especially when the noise makes things terribly obvious. you wouldn’t dare attempt anything improper in richter’s room with his adoptive family just a brief set of steps away. 

there's a time for everything, but not that he cares. you try paying no mind to richter’s lingering touches along your waist, and how he mischievously dives underneath your bottoms to grab at the fat of your ass with a wicked grin; all as his aunt tera boils porridge and beans by the stovetop downstairs. you’re sure he finds joy in the risk, or more in provoking you. 

it’s only when the house is empty, apart from you and richter and nothing else, that you can have your fun. like now, for instance. it’s out of pure luck that tera decided to pay a visit to the farmer’s market, and for maria to tag along with her mother as well. they mentioned something about wanting to buy the best of what the early-autumn harvest had to offer, with the meats being juiciest and the produce fresher than it’s been all year. 

you believe that’s why richter’s got so much stamina— the plenty of food he’s been scarfing down lately. or, possibly, it could just be him . . . nothing but him, and his unexplainable belmont genes that make him fucking superhuman. he swears he’s normal, but the way he picks you up with such ease as soon as his family steps out the door can only be deemed as unnatural. 

he's quick to sweep you off your feet, in the most abrupt way he can, of course. richter grins over the way you squeal as he whisks you past the kitchen, ‘round the table, and down the corridor. his hands work at keeping you upright, palms firmly planted under your thighs. he carries your weight like that of a feather and doesn't break a sweat. but considering where he’s headed, straight to his bedroom, that’ll soon change. 

“don’t go getting all surprised on me,” richter voices a lighthearted whisper. he kisses the part of your neck that he can manage to reach from above the collar of your blouse, “you know what we do once we have the place to ourselves.” 

“you snatched me off the ground without notice, i’ve all the right to be surprised— ohmygod, richter!” you sputter out a laugh, with his mouth on your flesh being so ticklish. you can feel his lips curving upwards, taking the shape of a smile. your arms fling around the back of his neck like second nature, fingers carding through his fluffy brunette hair. with zero patience, as always, richter kicks the door in with the shallow heel of his leather thigh-boot, slips into the room with you still in his arms, and shuts it closed by pressing you up against it. 

he was right about one thing— once tera and maria leave, this is exactly how it goes. clothes are torn off with haste (mostly on richter’s end, as you could imagine), heated kisses are exchanged, and he spits the nastiest words with that sharp mouth of his in order  to get you all worked up. the night sky and moonshine from the window gives his room this subtle tone of blue, but he makes you feel red-hot. 

richter keeps you right where he wants you; held up by his unfiltered strength, with your back to the door. one moment, he’s drawing closer to you, raking over every detail of your face with nothing but admiration swirling in his eyes. by the next, his lips are moving languidly against yours, slightly unruly yet undeniably passionate. you wouldn’t dare admit how much of a damn good kisser he is. the man’s ego would fucking skyrocket.

though, you really don’t have to tell him anything. the way you reciprocate his affection says it all. he breaks away for a sparing moment, but not before bringing his tongue across your bottom lip in one playful swipe. it’s light, teasing, and completely of his nature.

“i can see it in your eyes, y’know.” richter chuckles at how you lean forward to chase after the warmth of his lips again. he brings you to your feet so he can slip off his fingerless gloves and undo any harnesses. he then crouches a bit to unzip his boots. 

“see what?” you airily huff, haphazardly undoing button by button on your blouse until it’s completely open. similarly, he begins to make quick work of his top. you enjoy the flexure of his biceps as he pulls them out from the sleeves of his cerulean blue blazer-vest that he drops once free of, allowing it to scatter to the ground. you catch onto its emblem; the belmont crest, neatly embroidered upon the breast-pocket. 

“how much you want this,” richter peers down at you, eyes gleaming the prettiest tint of blue. “it’s cute, how obvious you are.” his upper half is bare, and the smooth canvas of his chest is all can focus on while he closes in on you. you’re trapped between the sturdy door and his heated body, and you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. 

“you’re practically salivating over the thought of getting fucked, yeah? bet you wouldn’t mind if i took you right here.” he grins as he says it, staring unashamedly at how cleavage pools from your brassiere. richter creeps a finger underneath the strap, tugs it down and does the same with the other, dipping his head low to pepper your bare shoulder with feather-light pecks. before long, the bra’s at your feet. 

“hm, but you’re no different,” you manage out, reveling in the warm lashing of his tongue against your nipple. it buds up the more he suckles at it.

“really, now?” he eventually parts from your breasts and rises back up to his full imposing height, carrying that faint smirk he forever wears. he looks so adorable this way— cheeks pink, lips spit-streaked. richter takes hold of your bottoms from either side of you, and swiftly brings them down with what you could only call pure impatience. 

“yes, really. you’re just as desperate,” you counter him, reaching low to prove it. your palm grazes his bulge, and you give a few thorough squeezes; the kind that makes his mouth drop open. 

“look at you, almost bursting out of your pants,” you quietly giggle, gazing up at him through the wisps of your lashes. richter wonders how you make such light fun while using your touch to undo him all at once. his breathing quickens, and it gets just a little heavier with your every attempt to caress his throbbing cock through his trousers. “seems like you need it more than i do, doesn’t it?” 

“oh, fuck me . . .” richter whines, settling his head into the slope of your shoulder. your touch leaves him, just for a moment, to rid him of those restrictive pants. his cock springs free from its confines and bobs under its own weight. he’s got more length than girth; a good six or seven in size, with two thick veins running along the underside of him. the faint-pink tip prods at your thigh, staining your skin with precum. 

he bucks against you hungrily, fingertips digging into the seams of your panties. you think you can hear them splintering apart. in the heat of things, he always winds up tearing your good underwear. 

richter could ease into this moment and let your hand work him senseless, but there comes a time where he decides to end the charade. there’s also no knowing when his aunt and sister will return. he wants to make the most out of the unpromised time you have. 

and so, he cuts your fun short with a mere rasp, “i’m through messing around with you. get on the fucking bed.” 

no malice is found in his words; it’s just the height of his lust. you’d do as told, but richter’s already taking action into his own hands. with two, three— no, four steps, he’s standing at the bedside and splaying you across it. he snags off the remaining of your torn panties, left to suggestively decorate his floor. now, in all your naked glory, you’re bare and ready for him. 

richter crawls over to you and kneels from above where you lay, situated closely between your legs. your thighs cushion either side of his lean hips. he leans down occasionally whenever you plead for a kiss, or wish to thread your fingers through his brown tousled hair. it now looks just a bit wilder than usual. 

“c’mon— open, darling.” he hints at your legs, smoothing his warm palms down from your calves to your thighs. ever the compliant girlfriend, you part them nice and wide for his viewing pleasure. your cunt’s glossy and wet, clenching around nothing but the intangible air around. 

‘oh, how pretty,’ he breathlessly murmurs, dragging two fingers across the expanse of your body. down, down, down, until they’re tracing along your slit. your dripping hole puckers against the pads of his index and middle, and you whimper when he threatens to push two inside. 

“this wet, yet i’ve hardly done a thing,” his voice is ever boastful, “are you sure i’m the desperate one?” both fingers are suddenly replaced with his stiff erection, and he uses the precum-stained tip to catch onto your clit, resting warm and heavy against it. to that, you release a little ‘mm,’ and he taps against your puffy bud with the head of his cock— stopping once your hips start bucking for more. 

“god, you just love to torment me . . . ” you huff out, vexation getting the best of you. “torment you? oh, never.” richter taunts, slotting himself between your puffy folds. he steers the way he glides against you by keeping a thumb at the base. “i just like to watch you squirm, is all.” 

you know how to pry what you want out of him; a little bit of begging here, a small ounce of praise there. you lift your hips to grind against the underside of him, emitting soft moans whenever he rubs against your swollen clit just right, “richter, please. i really need your cock . . .”  

“oh, baby,” he bites at his lower lip, giving in just as you expected of him. “i love it when you ask nicely.” in one fluid motion, he fits himself past the fleshy ring of your entrance and slips right inside. noise falls from you both; you’re gasping at the steady push, doing your best to accommodate every given inch, and richter’s letting small groans escape him, fingers digging into the tender flesh of your hips. 

“always so fucking . . . tight,” he emits a shuddered breath, dropping his head to watch himself bottom out deep enough for his balls to nestle snugly against your ass-cheeks. you’re well connected now, to the point where his own pelvis has become sticky with your arousal. chestnut fringes drop into his view, and he sweeps his hair back with one hand threading through it. 

“you’re taking it all so well this time,” he lifts his gaze to meet yours, a subtle grin playing on his lips. “such a good girl for me.” the connection between you two pulsates. he starts to build a delicious rhythm— drawing out for just a second, and pushing back in by the next. he watches you melt beneath him, your eyes sealed shut and mouth agape. a tangly string of moans tumble from your plush lips. richter’s no composer by any means, but the sounds he pulled from you is nothing short of beautiful music. 

he’s without resignation tonight, and you notice his intensity when handling you. those naughty hands of his cup and squeeze and rub, his thrusts are fast, and you're sure that the resounding ‘smack!’ of skin-upon-skin can be heard from outside the window with how loud it’s become.  

richter’s got your wrists bound above your head using the grip of only one firm hand, while he uses the other to keep your leg perched over his broad shoulder. his cock pushes deeper inside whenever he rolls his hips into your own, and your toes curl against the sheets with every stroke. when ramming in, his breath goes shaky at the sight of your body lurching, and pulling out makes his eyes roll back with how hard you’re clamping down on him, practically begging him to stay. 

you’re soon to unravel, and you can tell he is too. his thighs begin to tremble, and his pace is less timely. nearing ecstasy, you already know what richter’s bound to ask you: 

“where do you want me?” 

without fail, he poses the same question by the near end of every session. and each time, you opt for the safe route, even though you secretly wish for more. your answer mostly varies on whatever position he’s got you manhandled in. bashfully, you’ll instruct him to cum over your ass if he has you bent over, or your tits if he’s been ogling them the whole night. sometimes, you’ll even let him decorate your pretty face with his seed— now that drives him mad, so much so that you always go another round or two afterwards. 

but your true desire is, by far, much filthier than the rest. you’re nowhere near daring enough to plainly admit that you want his cum inside of you. as in, womb-filling placement. pregnancy-inducing, even. 

though, something’s come over you tonight. you think richter’s finally ‘fucked you stupid’ the way he always cockily threatens to. or, maybe having him settled within you just feels too good to give up so soon. you don’t want him pulling out this time, you determine. what you need is for him to stay right where he is, to keep you stuffed whole with his warm love. all you want is for him to do it— 

“inside,” is your breathless cry; a risky plea of the very thing he spends lone nights getting himself off to the thought of. richter isn't sure he heard you right— no, it must be a cruel figment of his perverse imagination. a bead of sweat's caught along his raised brow, those blue eyes of his carry a hooded glow, and his face, bearing a cutely furrowed look, grows pinker than before. 

“what?” 

“oh, god,” you whine, face gone hot. “richter, i . . .” the words melt off your tongue and fizzle into nothing. 

“you . . ?” he plays around your hesitance, drawing out the word with some light goading. you sigh rather than responding, and it’s a dramatic one, because does he really have to make you repeat yourself? richter gazes down at you expectantly as he slows his movements, finding purchase on your waist to come to an unsteady pause. his fingers drum along your sides, awaiting more clarity. 

your voice is small when you manage to confess, “ . . . i want you to cum inside of me.”

you think you can see the very moment that he fucking breaks. it’s like his resolve’s a porcelain vase, oh so delicate, and you’ve just pushed it to the floor and cracked it into a million tiny pieces. he releases this low groan, one that makes your pussy flutter at the sound of it. you can feel how rapidly his cock throbs from within you. you’re sure he’s about to paint them white. 

“shit . . . you don’t mean that.” 

“i do, rich. i want this.” 

you blink up at him, pleading with glassy eyes and the very pout that makes his heart throb. god, he wants to kiss you so messily right now. and that he does— closing in to slot his lips against yours, working his tongue down your mouth, and separating with a distinct pop! you moan against richter’s lips as his clutch on your waist intensifies. 

“you’ve gone ahead and finally drove me fucking crazy,” he thickly swallows, “you don’t know what you’ve just done to me, do you?” richter takes hold on both sides of your face, painless but firm. you mumble aloud what sounds like his name. he can’t be sure, as you’re muffled from the way his grasp is making your cheeks puff out. 

“oh, darling, you don’t.” richter seethes, knowing how you like it when he gets a little mean, “because if you did, you’d know that spewing that kind of shit will make me fuck you like a senseless animal,” his toned body is hunched over yours, eliminating any space there once was between you, “that i’d fill up this greedy little cunt until you’re overflowing with my cum,” his octave drops, tone dangerous, “that i wouldn’t be able to stop until we’ve both passed out on this goddamn bed.” 

“mmph, rich . . .” you weakly attempt, whining through your lips that he keeps pursed between his thumb and index that press into the fat of your cheeks. 

“what was that, love? you wanna be stuffed with my cum?” his tone is a mocking one, but you dumbly nod anyway. he mirrors the rocking motion of your head, amused with your desperation, “fuck yeah, you do. can feel you getting wetter at the thought of it.” 

you haven’t got it in you to feed into that typical banter with your boyfriend. you only want him to do just as he said and ‘fill you up.’ you're pawing at his bicep with one hand, and the other one clasps over the wrist of the hand he’s using to squish at your face. ‘want it,’ you start, fingers skimming across his arm, ‘so badly, rich!’ 

“fine, then. you’re such a needy thing,” he gives in, figuring you’ve endured just about enough of his teasing. richter holds himself by the base, and pulls back to trace your gaping hole with his cockhead. 

“you asked for this,” he pants out, “to be fucking bred.” 

just as before, his entrance is a smooth one; even if your grip on him is so taut that he can barely manage to move. you’re moaning again, aimlessly circling your hips in an attempt to match his movement. 

patterns repeat themselves— like richter’s desperation that always manifests itself through harsh rutting. his mind goes blank every time he’s encompassed by your sweet, warm pussy. he aches for it, for you, as though he wasn’t just indulging. he was this close to release just minutes ago. the sensitivity is still there, you notice from how his tip pulses from within you. he’s been holding out on himself, trying to make this count. 

richter dedicates the next several minutes to flipping and folding you into at least two different positions, bodies merging with a zealous haste. as always, the bed creaks and whines with every pivoted motion made upon it. nobody else is here to complain about it, so the noise is ignored rather than worried over. after all, there’s something gratifying about the sex being hard and thorough. 

there’s more fervor behind his loving this time, and it’s because he’s got the end in mind. yes, the finishing is what he anticipates; once he can finally, finally pump you full of all the cum he has to offer. and maybe— no, definitely, he’ll have you knocked up after it’s done.  

the prospect excites him more than it should; giving you a little bright-eyed belmont. richter’s always seen replenishing the sacred bloodline as a responsibility that only he alone holds. the very last one, he is. who else apart from him could return their clan to its original glory? 

a good amount of years ago, as richter can’t bring himself to remember a particular number, his mother would present him with countless tales of their infamous family. how they’d slay monsters of the night with the utmost ease, gifted with holy tools and magic of old passed down throughout the centuries. he wouldn’t like to admit how much it’s gotten to his head; or moreso, how important he sees it to expand the family tree. 

god willing, the pair of you will have babies, lots of babies, and mark the start of a new generation of vampyre slayers. it already helps that he loves to fuck you at any given chance. breeding you had always been lingering at the back of his mind, even back when the pair of you first coupled over ten months back . . . but he never really thought so deeply about it until you confessed your deep desire, and forced him to come to terms with his own. 

“thinkin’ of you pregnant,” he reveals, voice honest and vulnerable, “god, what a beautiful sight. my woman, all round and full with my love . . . ” 

“mm, that sounds— possessive,” you breathe out, body steadily rocking at the pace that richter’s set. you’re cracking your eyes open and sparing him a glance, just to see that he’s already staring back down at you. like you’re his everything, it seems. that twinkle in his eye is reserved for you only, and it makes you throb with want. 

“oh, i’m sure it does.” he doesn’t bring himself to deny it. he wants you marked by him in every possible way. for anyone to take a glance at your rounding belly months from now and just know that he touched you thoroughly and fucked you right. 

“but you should understand just how fortunate you are, baby,” he coos, “do you know how many bitches would kill for this seed you’re getting tonight? hm?” richter drones on, “you even sure you deserve it?” 

he knows full well that you do. if there’s any woman on god’s green earth that he wants to give all his love to, it’s indisputably you. he’s simply rousing you up, making you ‘earn’ it. the man likes to tease, and you can’t help but enjoy being on the receiving end. 

“well . . . you’re planning to give it to me, aren’t you?” even with him wrecking you, body sore and hair disarray, you're still able to check him. “i am,” he sighs, “and you’re gonna feel it all the way in here,” a large palm of his splays across your abdomen. from over your tummy, he feels the outline of his own cock, pressing in and sliding out before ramming it’s way back in again, courtesy of his rolling hips. 

it spurs him on to see that he doubles you in size, so much so that his dick leaves a bulge. richter bets that he’s stretching out your cunt in the nicest way— just look at how you’re taking it with hazy eyes and quivering legs. no wonder you want his cum so badly; because who else throughout all of goddamn machecoul could give you such good orgasms? which other man could possibly fill you up with such valuable seed? 

“i swear, m’gonna give you a baby,” is richter’s shaky promise, moaning throughout, and his cock throbs twice in a row. he’ll make you a carrier of the next generation of belmonts, he swears it. and oh, is he sure you’ll be an amazing mother. the thought makes his head buzz. he vividly pictures you, tender and swollen in the tummy and breasts, waddling around cutely due to carrying his very own child. he could cum just by thinking about it too hard . . . 

and he does.

“oh, god, i’m gonna— oh, fuck!” his balls constrict, his pelvis becomes tightly-strung, and before he knows it, he’s emptying his thick load inside of you. 

“yes, rich . . . give it to me,” you softly purr, allowing him to ease his weight onto you as he shudders from the high and his limbs go weak. from where he has his face smushed against your cushiony chest, he bites at your left breast while cumming some more. it spurts out in hot streams, accompanied by the twitching of his sensitive dick. he lazily humps against you, and a bit of semen seeps past your cunt, trickles down the length of him, and pours out onto the sheets beneath. you knew it’d be satiating to be filled to the brim. 

he feels like he could fall asleep right here atop of you. even with his head’s swimming in a thick cloud of lust, and though the aftermath of his climax lingers, he’s still able to deliver slow rubs to your little bud.

“hope you’re ready for another,” he reaches down between you and swiping his graceful fingers across it, “because we aren’t fucking done yet.”

you hardly get a chance to bask in how nicely he’s loaded your womb, or the delightful tingle he brings when playing with your clit. richter, always a step ahead, uses his small bit of remaining energy to sit upwards with his back to the bedpost, and hauls you onto him so that you’re straddled over him just the way he likes. he gets the best view of your jiggling boobs this way.

“of course you still have it in you,” you lightly laugh. given his endurance, richter’s usually able to maximize his stamina through plenty of rounds. “i also wouldn’t mind being filled a second time . . .” you set your forehead to rest against his, bringing up a hand to swipe hair away from his gorgeous face eyes, “i liked it.”

“and i loved it,” he’s quick to admit, “should’ve been finishing inside you long before now.”

you smile over his comment and wiggle your ass over his semi hard-on, growing stiffer with every sway of your breasts in his face. his hands are busy holding you from either side, so you go out of your way to stroke along his cum-dirtied cock, white dripping alongside it. he groans at your touch as you help him in finding your entrance. your mouth falls open when sinking down on him, and he rushes to lick and suck at your lips. for the third time tonight, he makes himself at home in your inviting cunt. 

and so, it begins again; his ceaseless tempo. your partner's grasp is hot and strong, pulling you off and slamming you back down onto him however he pleases. you cry out for more, and he’s capable of giving it to you, so he does. richter pistons up into you— out, in, out, in, molding you to shape the very curve of his veined cock. blush colored a fiery pink scatters his face from the apples of his cheeks to the tips of his ears. 

“again, richter,” you gasp out, “cum inside me again . . !” oh, just look at that. now he’s built you a rotten little addiction. from here on out, you’ll probably always be left craving the fulfillment gained from him dumping his load into your pussy. personally, he doesn’t mind sating you. if it eases your mind and satisfies your heart, of course. after all, he’s surely developed a new kink of his own after tonight.  

“oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you, cockslut?” his fingers dip between your bodies to slide against your clit once more, “to let me impregnate you again, and again, and again . . .” he punctuates his sharp words with the lurch of his sturdy hips, knocking up into you until you’re jolting in his lap, breasts bouncing against his solid chest. 

he doesn’t mean to come across in an offish way, or sound so mean. it’s just that when he gets like this, with your warm body so pliant at his fingertips, his mouth just tends to . . . run. more than usual, he supposes. the belmont just says whatever comes to mind, no matter how vulgar. 

richter’s bright blue eyes follow the motion of your tits with every thrust. he slams in, hips pressed to you as close as it can get. he’s burrowed into you so deeply that his curly patch of dark pubes friction against your bundle of nerves. he’s twitching at the underside for every time your velvety walls suck him in further. you’re trying to milk him fucking dry, he believes. 

there’s only so much stimulation that the pair of you can take in one night alone. 

‘goddammit’ he grits out. before long, richter’s fucking you full of another stream of cum. his orgasm, hot and blinding, triggers your own; you’re creaming all over him, wetting his cock with the juices you squirt out. you’re sobbing out his name and shaking in his lap, so he holds you. a secure hand of his comes up and cradles your head to his chest, stroking your hair and calming your spent body, even as the orgasmic waves rush through you. 

a silence comes over his quaint little room, where the ambience was once intense with the steamy air of sex. a chill autumn breeze blows its way through the cracked-open window, cooling your sweat-sheen skin. his dusty-blue sheets are stained with all kinds of suggestive white fluids, and the bed has stopped making all that noise. 

you’re still placed over his thighs in the same straddling stance, one you both feel much too tired to get out of. he tries at maneuvering so he can lie on his back, with you motionlessly laid over him. your breathing is soft and winded, but your heart’s beating fast. he can feel it, with the way your chest is pressed to his own in this position. 

richter eventually slips out, and you whine once he leaves you. he peers down and groans at the spillage of his potent cum, pearly and warm, dripping from your messy little cunt in thick globs. ‘christ,’ he thinks, ‘it’s so fucking much.’  

he presses a kiss to your forehead, and it stirs you from the sleep you were just about to fall into. “what do you say to me, darling?” 

“hmm . . what?” after all those rounds, you’re not here mentally, and he knows it— he’s why. but with the light smirk his lips hold, you’re finally able to get it. he’s waiting for a: 

“t—thank you,” you murmur out, and he tsks.

“oh, c’mon, be specific. thank you for what?” 

he's simply insufferable. oh, but you love the man, so you'll let him have his way, just for tonight.

“thank you for . . giving me your cum, richter . . .”

he hums in what appears to be satisfaction. it sounds like the prettiest set of words when falling from your lips. he’d fuck you again if the both of you weren’t completely spent. 

richter brings a hand to support the back of his head, propping it up a little higher than the pillows can. you snuggle into him, face nuzzling against the firm comfort of his chest, and he throws his arm over your waist, feeling at the plush skin there with a wandering touch. 

his palm slides a bit further down, now planted gently against your stomach. it’ll start to grow in a little while, and get real big and plump with your baby fostering inside. maybe they’ll have your nose and complexion, with his eyes and attitude . . . he lets a grin overtake his lips, feeling more than accomplished. 

“you’re a lucky fucking woman,” richter coos, hand lovingly rubbing over your tummy, “you’re gonna be carryin’ belmont blood now.”

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[norrisleclercf1]

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Pairing: Single Dad!Alonso x Nanny!Reader

Rating: PG-17

Words: 3.3K

Warnings: Age gap, single parents, reader is pregnant, history of one night stand, alonso doesn’t know, reader being shamed by elders, insecurities, Fernando as a dad is fucking golden, overprotective!Fernando, Angst, Fluff, etc.

Requested: Yes/No

Request: Please do one with Alonso where he tell the reader he want’s kids & also some age drifference

A/N: I kinda changed this request a lot but I hope you love it, just needed more plot and ran with it 🩷 also credit to @pg10version for helping me through my writers block

Listen....you didn't mean to sleep with your boss. All you needed was to be the nanny to his little girl Alejandra, not warm her father's bed. You knew people talked when they saw you out and about with them. Pointing and staring, but saying anything to your boss's face. Who would? 

He was one of the pride and joys of Spain. A two-time World Champion. They talked due to the age difference and how you were probably warming his bed every night. They were right. But had no right to talk about you that way. You hadn't even told him yet. Falling pregnant was not in the plan, yet you are, sunbathing by the pool while Alejandra naps. Pushing your sunglasses down, you check the baby monitor and see Alejandra sprawled across the bed, her bunny stuffy beside her. 

You bought her that stuffy when you first met. Her mother wasn't in the picture, having left them when she was young. It's been 5 years since you were hired, and you and the toddler grew close; her father was pleased with the relationship you two formed. 

Speaking of her father, your phone chimes, alerting you to the central gate opening to the driveway. An emerald green Aston Martin rolls up. Turning your phone down, you close your eyes, soaking in the sun. A deep rumble of a growl has you turning your head toward the sound. Next to you lay your favorite companion. A gorgeous black and tan Spanish Mastiff named Hades. 

Your boss didn't like leaving his two girls home alone, so he bought the dog as a puppy, training it to be a guard dog. Hades was loyal to you, Alejandra, and her father. Though he was gone for a while, it took Hades half a day to relax around the stranger. Hades jump up, his growl getting more profound as he stands in front of your lounger. 

About 4 months ago, Hades refused to leave your side, even snapping his jaws at your boss when he got too close. It was 3 months later you found out you were pregnant. Hades was protecting you, having known before anyone else. 

"Hades, down." A soft tone has the dog lying down but still in front of you as you move, grabbing the tan lotion to touch on some areas. Untying your top, you let it fall and rub lotion everywhere so you don't burn. "Bunny, I'm home." A voice causes your head to whip to the monitor, sighing when you see Alejandra's father. 

He slowly leaves the room, letting you relax as you lay back down, rubbing the lotion over your small bump. It wasn't crazily noticeable. It was tiny as you hadn't popped yet like most people said they did, so it was easy for you to lie and say it was bloating. 

Hades barks, letting you know that someone stepped outside. You don't worry, though, knowing damn well who it is, has Hades bark turns to a playful one. "Trying to tease me, cariño?" You open your eyes gently, letting them adjust to the sunlight. 

Before you, a silhouette of your boss as you smile shyly at Fernando Alonso. "Not teasing, don't want tan lines." You mumble, closing your eyes again; Fernando lifts your feet up as he sits at the end of the lounger, placing them on his lap. 

"Hm, I was in town today. Isabel says she hasn't seen you with Alejandra in a while." You moan when the pad of Fernando's thumbs digs into your feet. "All those old bats do is point and whisper." You grumble, a hand protectively covering your bump, but Fernando thinks it's you resting your hand on your stomach. "Cariño, ignore them. Who cares what they say." He sighs, rubbing his forehead. 

You sit up fast, ripping off your sunglasses as you glare at the older man. "I care what they say. I care when they point at Allie and whisper how her nanny is a dirty money hungry whore. I care when they point at my stomach and say, "Yes, she is a whore, fucking the dad." I refuse to go down to town when all they do is speak fucking trash. Especially about Alejandra." Fernando stares at you.  

His gaze is dark and hungry as he watches the woman before him turn protective over their tiny family.....god she was gorgeous. 

You whimper into the kiss but pull away, groaning when Fernando traps your bottom lip in his teeth, sucking on it. "Nando, stop." He pulls away, always priding himself on control. He always stopped when you said so. "Did I hurt you?" Worry replaces that fire as he looks over you. 

"I'm fine, but.....really," You bite your lip, unsure how to voice your thoughts. "Mi cielo," He grabs your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. "You know you can tell me anything. Need, feel, want, tell me it all." He whispers, switching his position to straddle the lounger and tugging you between his legs. "What am I to you? Alejandra's nanny? Something young and fun to screw?" You ask, hiding your face in his chest. Breathing in the soft touch of woodsy scotch and orange. 

It's your favorite scent. You loved wearing Fernando's clothes and sleeping in his bed. It comforted you in a way you love and hate. "Y/n," Fernando sighs, heartbreaking at the thought of you keeping this all bent up inside. "We're whatever you want us to be. I want you to stay here and raise Alejandra together." He grumbles, fingers tracing patterns on your sunkissed skin. 

"No labels? Just us?" You ask, getting a nod from Fernando. You lean back, thinking of kissing him, but stop hearing a soft voice calling for you. "Mama." It's a slight whimper that's got grabbing your cover, tying it, and bolting to Alejandra's voice. Standing, Hades jumps up, runs over to his toys, and returns with his favorite tennis ball. "I bought you to protect you, big softy." Fernando groans, grabbing the ball and throwing it into the pool. Hades barks and rushes the pool going after his ball. Fernando laughs at the giant dog, acting like a puppy. 

He repeats this a couple times, his attention pulled when he hears the sweet voice of his baby girl. "Papa! Estás en casa!" (You're home) Alejandra giggles. You sit the girl down as she almost falls out of your hold, wiggling around so much. "Estoy en casa, dulce ángel." (I'm home, sweet angel) 

Fernando crouches down, losing his balance, when Alejandra runs full force into her father's chest, her sweet giggles mixed with his deep ones. You stand by the door and watch the scene, touching your belly, unable to wait for the day when you can watch both your children in his arms. 

"Mama, come play!" Alejandra giggles, reaching out for you. Smiling, you run over and scoop her out, her giggles filling the air. "Alejandra, go show your Papa what you learned at swim lessons yesterday." You praise the little girl running to the pool, Fernando behind her, scared she'll get hurt. 

Moving, you grab your top and quickly throw it back on and then your cover as you turn, watching her dunk her face in the water, her little pink floaties holding her up. She comes back up smiling with her little teeth, proud that she dips her face in the water without screaming. Fernando stands in the pool. His skin is slick and glowing in the sun, his tattoo flexing when he moves. 

"Mi pequeño pez! Look at you! I'm so proud of you." (my little fish)His hands wrap around her tiny body, pulling her into his chest and kissing her face. You watch the two enjoy the moment. Sitting on the pool's edge, you dip your feet in the water. "Mama! Can I have ice cream?" Lifting your sunglasses up, you feel tiny hands on your ankles. Legs around her, you lift her out of the water, her messy curls sticking all over her. 

"Of course, darling, ask Ms. Basque for some baby." Fernando comes up behind and lifts her out of the water, watching her little legs run into the house. "Come in the water." Fernando mummers, hooking your legs on his shoulder. Squirming slightly, you try to control the dirty thoughts running their course. 

"What are you thinking, my little tease?" He hums, moving farther up your legs before resting very close to where you can feel your heartbeat. "Stop. Alejandra will be back soon." You smack his forehead, yet he doesn't flinch, only smirks. "Little tease, better be careful with those thoughts. I can see them in your eyes." Mummering the last part, he leans in, breathing, quicking. You close your eyes, ready to let him, only for Alejandra to run out with Ms. Basque behind. 

"Fuck." You shove Fernando away and stand, catching little Alejandra as she holds his ice cream sandwich. "Mama, what was Papa doing?" Fernando glares at the little girl, but it contains no anger as you walk away from the Spaniard. "Nothing, my Pescado; Papa is just goofing around." You glare at the older man as he leaves the pool drying off while Ms. Basque whispers something. 

"Ella es muy joven para ti. Actuar como una puta." (She's to young for you. Acting like a whore) You cover Alejandra's ears as you walk past Ms. Basque. It was no secret that the older woman didn't like you as she had been with the family long before Fernando and his ex divorced and had Alejandra. 

You only stay short to hear what Fernando says, going to the kitchen as Alejandra eats her ice cream and talking about her upcoming swim lessons in cute broken words. "Mama, hungry." She whines from her high chair. "I know, little fish, but I'm sure what your Papa wants to do for dinner." Head buried in the fridge, you don't hear Fernando's feet pad into the kitchen. 

"How about we go out, hm? To that sweet little restaurant that you love so much." Standing up fast, you bang your head, letting out curses in your mother tongue, a sound of distress leaving the little girl's mouth, a large hand cradling your head. "Little tease? Are you okay?" Fernando worries over you, smiling; you nod. 

"Are you sure going to town is smart?" Closing the fridge and putting some distance between you two, hating it, though. Ever since you became pregnant, your body craved Fernando's in every possible way. Not telling him was killing you. Yet people like Ms. Basque were proving your doubts right. "Of course, Alejandra is hungry, and I figured we could go out and enjoy ourselves. Especially since you haven't been in town for a while." Fernando smiles, kissing your cheek and grabbing Alejandra. 

"Come on, my little fish, let's get you dressed, then Mama can do your hair." He whispers, kissing her cheek. You head to your bedroom and browse your clothes, trying to pick something where it doesn't shape your little bump. 

You pick a dress, it's a pretty soft white sundress with little flowers stitched on it, it's a flowy thing that doesn't hug your body so it was perfect. You match it with gold jewelry that isn't bulky, just light, and adds the perfect touch. Some black flats, and you're ready to go check on Fernando and Alejandra. 

"Papa? Ms.Basque says not to call Mama, Mama? Why?" You stop, not pushing open the door like you were going to, but Alejandra's sweet voice has you stopping. "Ignore her, my little fish; you can call Mama that if you want." Fernando sighs, pulling up her little white pants. "She says, Mama, not Mama." She whispers, thumb stuffed in her mouth. 

"Alejandra, stop. She's your mother." He softens his voice, having never snapped at his baby before. "Then why don't you sleep in the same bed? I thought Mama and Papa sleep together?" Alejandra asks, hitting that stage where she questions everything. "Alejandra, stop asking. What goes on between Mama and me is between us. Now, let's get Mama to do your hair as you like." He groans. You liked to tease him that whenever he got off the floor and complained, it was because he was getting old. 

"Alejandra? Nando?" You ask, pushing the door open; two pairs of the same eyes stare at you. "Mama! We match!" The little girl smiles, pointing at your dress and her dress shirt. It's black with little flowers, and her white pants and little velcro flats make you smile. "Now, Papa needs to match with us." She giggles. Fernando shakes his head and brushes past you, subtly grabbing your ass. 

Blushing, you shake your head when you hear his laughter down the hall. Sitting down, you pull Alejandra into your lap and do her hair. Combing it out tangles, you take care of her curls and let them dry out, pulling the top half of her hair up and tying it. Leaving the bottom half down, she loved her hair like this. 

Finished, you carry downstairs to where Fernando stands in nice dress pants, shoes, and a white shirt with a flower itched into his collar, making you smile that he matched subtly. "Ready, my loves?" He asks, swinging his SVU car keys on his finger. 

"Papa, flower!" Alejandra leans in your arms, touching the flower on Fernando's collar; the older man smiles and kisses her little hand. She giggles, feeling the scruff of his chin tickle her. "You should grow it out a little bit." Fingers brushing his chin, he smiles and leans into your touch. "Maybe." He teases, opening the back door to the SVU. 

He watches you buckle his daughter in the car, both of you laughing as you strap her in. His hand finds the lower portion of your back, leading you around the back of the vehicle, stopping you when you hit the blind spot. 

"What?" You ask, thinking something is wrong, but he smiles and kisses you gently. When he pulls back, you're smiling, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth your eyes flutter open. "What was that for?" His ears strained to hear the faint whisper of your voice. "Nothing just wanted to kiss my little tease." He mummers, moving your baby hairs out of your face. 

He walks you around the car, opens your door, and helps you get into the car, making sure you're secured. Closes the door smiles to himself, and walks to the driver's side. Jumping in, he starts the car. The ride is filled with ISpy and silly games like that with Alejandra, who occasionally whines about how hungry she is. 

Pulling up to the restaurant, he parks and rushes to your side to help you, then gets Alejandra. "Papa, carry!" Holding her arms up, Fernando chuckles and picks her up while holding your hand, strolling to the front door. "Welcome, Mr. Alonso." Someone says, leading you to your table. 

Looking around, it's a gorgeous place, open aired with plants and fairy lights everywhere. Music was playing from a live band, but it wasn't overpowering, just enough you could still talk. Sitting at your table, you ensure Alejandra is settled before taking your place next to Fernando. 

He smirks and places an arm around your waist, pulling you close; you hold your breath, hoping he doesn't touch your bump, which he doesn't, his fingers staying on your hip, rubbing calm circles. 

"I forgot to tell you," He whispers, making you shiver at his breath, tickling your ear. "How fucking gorgeous you look." You blush, a string of giggles leaving your mouth. Fernando doesn't stop there, whispering soft things in your ear, making you laugh and giggle. 

You look up, giggles clamped down when you see a group of older ladies staring at you. A few of them were the ones that made the comments about you and Alejandra. You see one of them whisper in another's ear, and without thinking, you shove Fernando away, putting some distance between you two. 

Alejandra colors paying no mind to the world around her or the dark look on her father's face. "Mi Amor? Is something wrong?" He whispers, grabbing your wrist and yanking you back into his side. "Mr. Alonso, no." You say, getting the older ladies to look up hearing you call Fernando that. 

"Mr. Alonso? What? Y/n, what is going on with yo-" He stops, his eyes catching seeing the older ladies staring and whispering to each other. He sits up straight, looking at you and then at them, waving the waiter over. "Please pack out food. We're taking it to go." You whip your head towards Fernando as to why he is doing this. 

"Mi Amor, take Alejandra to the car and wait for me, yes?" He asks, not caring as he leans in, kissing you. You stand, gather Alejandra in your arms, and walk to the car, Fernando's figure heading towards the older ladies. 

"So? Are your lives so fucking boring you must drag my life into your daily conversation?" Fernando asks, startling the women, but they bristle at his choice of language. "Fernando dear, we've known you since you were young. That girl is just using you." Fernando feels a whole new rage. 

"She is not using me. If anything, I'm the one taking advantage of her. Don't ever, and I mean it, talk about my girlfriend or child ever again. She's not a whore and is a better person than you old bag of bones." Fernando turns on his heels and storms out of the restaurant. 

Throwing the door open, he slams it, Alejandra whimpering, which has you turn around and comfort her. "We're going home." That is all he says as he starts the car and whips it out of the parking and back home. You stare at his grip on the steering wheel, having never seen him this angry. 

Pulling into the driveway, you don't wait for him to park when you're already out of the car and walking to grab Alejandra. "Mi Amor.." Fernando exits the car and reaches for you, but you avoid his touch; Alejandra holds close to your chest. "Go calm down, Fernando; I won't let you be this angry around us." You back away and head into the house, breezing past Ms. Basque. 

"Mama, read me a story?" Her tiny voice laced with sleep. "I will, baby, but let's bathe you first." Kissing her cheek, heading to her bedroom. Fernando paces, thinking everything over, but when he sees how long it's been, he decides to look for you. 

He goes to Alejandra's room down the hall, stopping at the door when he hears your voice reading a story. Poking his head in, he watches as Alejandra nods off, your voice getting softer and softer. "Goodnight, my little fish. I love you." You slide away from her hug, settling her down. 

He moves back from the door as you tiptoe out of the door and turn, closing the door. "I love you." You yelp in shock, hands covering your mouth. "What?" You choke out, trying to calm your heartbeat.

"I love you. I don't care what those elders say or what anyone else says. You're Alejandra's mother, and I want us to have children together. God baby, the thought of you being the future mother of our children, us having a future together. It makes me so goddamn happy." Fernando whispers, resting his forehead on yours. 

Smiling, you grab his larger hand and place it on your little bump, watching Fernando's eyes go through so many emotions. "Really?" He asks, swallowing back tears. "Yeah." You whimper, your free hand twirling in his hair. 

He laughs and picks you up, spinning you around, putting you back down on your feet, and muffling your cries with a kiss. "I love you. God, I love you so much." He whimpers as he hugs you. 

Fernando can't help but picture a little boy with your eyes and his curls running around, playing Alejandra, maybe even learning how to cart. After a year or two, another one with your hair and nose bit his personality, who is stubborn and perhaps the youngest but outspoken and overprotective. He couldn't wait for this future. 

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 imagine #formula one #f1 scenario #fernando alonso #fernando imagine #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso imagine #fernando x reader #fernando x y/n #fernando alonso one shot #f1 fanfic #f1 imagines #f1 x you #f1 fluff #f1 angst #f1 one shot

[fieldofdaisiies]

Power Over Me

ship: Nyx x Reader type: I don't know, a bit angsty, a bit fluffy word count: 2k words warnings: none request: Hiii i just finished reading ur Nyx fic on wattpad now I have an obsession with the young lordling. I was wondering if you can make an angsty fic of him and reader where they had a fight and she doesn't talk to him and makes him grovel??

He is a fool. A big, big fool. Nyx knows this. He knows this so well. 

He sits on the railing of the balcony, wings spread wide behind his back as he balances, pondering over the biggest mistake he has ever made in his life — letting you go. 

A cool breeze blows through his hair and he brings a hand up to brush back his silken strands, before grabbing a hair tie and fixating them at the nape of his neck. You look more and more like Cassian, he can hear his mother's voice and a low, cold chuckle slips through his lips. 

Maybe he does, but Cassian wouldn't have messed up like this. 

This stupid fight — it was so useless, over something so stupid. His thoughts were a little too loud, and he started to worry that you can't stand the pressure of dating the High Lord's heir. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he did not even listen to you, did not even give you a chance to explain to him that it doesn't matter to you. And then you laughed and chatted with his best friend, Ran, and jealousy flooded the young heir. He thought you would like Ran more and that you would be so much better off with him. Everything, every stupid thought filled his brain, and he saw red and simply ended things with you. 

And well, now he has to pay the price. 

After your fight, you told him you don't ever want to have anything to do with him. The hurt just ran so deep, your emotions got the best of you and made you say this. 

You did not mean it, not really at least, but obviously Nyx now thinks he lost you forever. 

A groan parts his lips when the young lordling throws his head back, his eyes squeezed shut. 

"Let me guess, a girl is the reason behind your misery?"

Nyx whips his head to the side, eyes wide open. 

He didn't hear his father enter, nor did he hear him approach. But suddenly Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, stands next to him, hands braced on the railing onto which Nyx sits. 

Nyx closes his eyes and groans again. "So obvious?"

Rhysand chuckles lowly, then he clicks his tongue. "Very much, son." The High Lord turns his head, giving him son a sidelong glance. He just looks so much like Rhysand, the same eyes, the same colour of hair, the same stature, he only has Feyre's eyes, and her nose. And apparently he is trying to get the same hairstyle as his uncle. "This is about Y/N, I assume?" Rhysand asks when Nyx provides no further information. 

"You know about us?" 

For a moment Nyx worries his mental shields have been lowered too often and he has given everything he ever thought away. But his father's answer brings at least some comfort in this case. 

"The amount of times she has been here, how you looked at her and the way you talked about definitely gave you away." Rhysand chuckles again and finally Nyx turns to him as well, sadness glistening in his eyes when he searches his father's gaze. 

"She is amazing," Nyx mumbles. 

"She is." The High Lord nods, sympathy passing over his face. "And now I wonder what happened."

"I am a fool and I messed up?"

Rhysand raises a questioning brow. "Enlighten me, son."

"I let her go?" Nyx says, his voice rising at the end, almost like he is posing a question. 

Confusion passes over Rhysand's face and he watches his son closely. "Why?" he asks. "Did you do something to hurt her? Or did she do something to hurt you?"

"Yes." Nyx presses his lips in a thin line and lowers his chin to his chest, letting his head hang. 

"Yes, what?"

Another groan leaves the lordling, and he once again throws his head back in a dramatic manner. "I fucked up."

"Wording," Rhysand reprimands and gives his head a little shake. 

Nyx turns to him once again and rolls back his shoulder. "Sorry, father. I messed up. I broke up with her. I got jealous and I then I thought I was not good enough for her and I broke up with Y/N, not even listening to what she has to says and she…" His voice starts to quaver, but Nyx quickly bites down on the inside of his cheek — he won't cry now. 

"She said she never wanted to see me again."

"And you just gave up?" Rhysand leans forward a little, holding his son' gaze. He can see the young boy behind his grown-up demeanour. Deep inside, Nyx is still so very young, his little boy, and he will forever stay that. Rhysand brings his arm up to clasp Nyx's shoulder. "Your mother called me terrible names back then, threw a shoe at me—" "Y/N tossed pillow at me," Nyx says with a cold chuckle. "And then told me to get lost, but not in the nice wording I just used." A sad smile appears on his lips, and Rhysand squeezes his shoulder again. 

"You are going to fix this, Nyx. I know this. But you need to put some effort in it. Buy her something nice, show her that it was a mistake. Tell her—" "I tried!" Nyx blurts out and throws his hands up in despair. "I tried everything. I brought her flowers. I brought her chocolate. I knocked at her window at three in the morning. I told her she is amazing and I tried to make it up with her. But she does not even want to see me. She—" "Did you apologise?" Rhysand raises a brow. "Did you tell her that you are a massive fool for letting her go?"

Nyx doesn't answer, does not deny it either, which tells Rhys he hasn't. The young lordling only turns his head to side and stares straight forward at the Sidra river, his lips pressed in a thin line, eyes downcast, gaze empty. 

The High Lord tilts his head in a reproachful manner, and gives his son's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Well, I guess you now know what you have to do?"

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And Nyx does know what he has to do. The moment the sun rises the next moment, he is one his feet, gathering the large bouquet of flowers his aunt Elain made for him, a box of little chocolate hearts in his other hand. He sets out, his wings carrying him over Velaris to the small house where you live with your family. 

Today he won't give up. Today he will make up with you. He is Nyx Archeron, first born son of Rhysand and Feyre, High Lord and Lady of the Night Court, and he won't give up. 

He will get you back and he will never let you go. 

Determination is etched upon his features when he Nyx slowly descends. His grips the bouquet and the box of chocolates in his hands, his heart beating so rapidly he can feel it in his throat, hammering against his ribcage. But it won't make him give up. 

This is a mission, a mission he will return from successful. With confident struts he nears your entrance door, shifts the bouquet and knocks. 

And then he waits, feeling how his hands turns clammy, how his heart beats even faster, his breathing quickens until—

The door opens slowly, and your beautiful eyes are the first thing he sees. 

"Y/N, I—" You slam the door in his face. Or rather you try to, but he is faster. He places his foot in the doorframe, stopping the door. "No, Y/N, you need to listen to me. You need to let me explain. Please, hear me out."

"Just like you listened to me?" With anger in your voice, you raise your brow at him, fingers curled around the door. "What do you want, Nyx? Ask me again if I am banging Ran behind your back? Tell me again that I am not good enough for the High Lord's son and should rather be with someone like Ran?"

"I never meant it like that. You are good enough for me. I am not good enough for you and I am huge fool."

You snort. "That is true. You are a big idiot." Slowly you grip on the door loosens, but you stand your ground, nothing kind or warm in your gaze. He hurt you and he should see what his words have done to you. 

"I know this, I am the biggest idiot ever for letting you go. I love you and I am sorry - for what I said, for what I assumed, for how I behaved."

"And you think a simple sorry is enough?" You raise your brow, hoping your discussion at the door does not draw your family's attention to you. They are all still asleep and really don't want them to wake up because you are fighting with the High Lord's son at the entrance door. So, you decide to step outside, closing the door behind you.

A glimmer of relief passes over Nyx's face, over you at least wanting to talk to him, being ready to listen to him. It is what he should have done. 

"No, I don't think so," he says, voice tinged with shame. He gives his head a little shake. "I know I have to fight hard to make it up to you, and I will fight hard for you. I am a born warrior and I won't give up like that."

"You are a born idiot, Nyx." You can't avoid the silly, little smile from appearing on your lips. 

Nyx has to chuckle a little as well, stepping a little closer to you. "I brought you chocolate and flowers." He reaches his hands forward. 

You don't accept immediately, you let him suffer for a second, and then hesitantly reach forward and take the things from his hands. Inhaling a deep breath, you lift your gaze to his. "It is a beginning and—Nyx, what are you doing?!"

The High Lord's son drops to his knees in front of you, staring up at you with a pout and pleading eyes. "I love you. I love you so much, and I am the biggest idiot Prythian has ever seen. Letting you go was the worst I could have ever done, and I hate myself every day for it."

"Nyx, Gods, get up please." You have to laugh a little as you try to urge him to get back up again. 

"Not until you forgive me." He pouts even more, brows laying in furrows. 

"Nyx," you say, shifting the bouquet, so you can reach a hand out and grab his arm.

But he shakes his head. "Nope. I am sorry. I never thought you would cheat on me, I just thought you being with me puts unnecessary burdens on you. Everyone in Velaris knows who I am, and they will be interested in you as well. People will question who you are, will want to know everything about you—"

"And I told you that I don't care. Or, I tried to tell you that I don't care." You now also take a step towards him. "I don't mind it. I wanted to be with you, and I don't care what other people think or want to know about me. I like you and I care about what you think, not random citizens from Velaris." 

You tilt your head to the side and look at him for a long moment. "If you promise me to never question my love for you, my loyaltiy and that I would never betray you, I will forgive you."

"Sure?" Nyx raises a brow. 

You nod and he finally gets back onto his feet, straightening up and rolling back his shoulders. "Also, to make it fully up to you, you are allowed to call me an idiot for the rest of our immortal life."

You grin, stepping into him so he can put his arms around you. "I would have done that anyway." You smile into his chest when a soft laugh leaves him and he embraces you tightly. "I love you so much and I missed you terribly."

#nyx x reader #nyx archeron #rhysand #acotar #acosf #nyx acotar

[sideeve]

can you do a miles e42 fix based off of broken clocks by sza

U LUV ME | with 42!miles

— it’s been 3 years since you’ve dated him. why he still talking about you like you together ? i’m not officially back but i just LOVE this concept. and i love sza🤭 ex!miles, both characters are like 17-18, reader has a younger sister, simp!miles fr, reader is still in love with miles but is stubborn, probably makes no sense whatsoever

“ma,” miles kneeled in front of you. “i’ll do anything to win you back. swear. i’ll drop the prowler job. anything.” his hands were wrapped around your legs as he begged for you to take him back.

“you swear?” you pull him up, he now towers over you. “swear.” his lip inch closer to yours “i lo—”

“WAKE THE FUCK UP!” your sister, nicknamed yaya, repeatedly hits you in the face with a pillow. “damn. i’m up, i’m up.” you sit up as she hits your back.

you grab the pillow, throwing it in her face. “i said i’m up.” “mama said you better be ready in 10 minutes or you’re gonna have to find another ride to work.”

you turn your head, looking at the clock.

it read 9:45.

shittt.

“get out so i can get dressed.”

*time skip*

you had barely made it in time for work. “hi, welcome to [ insert favorite cafe ], how can i—get out.” your voice was quickly filled with hatred. “chill, ma. i just wanted coffee.” the boy laughs. “not from here. go.”

you refused to serve him. you knew what was to come next.

“i miss you.”

“my mom won’t stop talking about you.” know well it was just him ranting about how he wanted you back.

“i want—”

“you want a caramel frappe, no whipped cream, a chocolate chip, warmed. i remember.” you deadpan. “i want something else.” your brows raise in shock, “so you have changed.”

“you.”

you groan. you bit your tongue, trying so hard not to yell at him to get out of your store. “i take that back.”

after completing his order, you slid him the drink and cookie, “that’ll be 12.65. cash or card?” he slid you a 50. “keep the change.” he walked off, sipping his newly made drink.

*time skip to the next day*

the day before was stressful. you had karens upset bc you didn’t give them a drink at 75 degree exact, too many customers, not enough staff. it was a miracle you made it out alive.

your sleep once you got home was well deserved. it was peaceful.

until the next morning. your phone was blown up by your best friend trying to get your attention.

[ name ] ! when did u and miles get back together ?

[ name ] girl wake the fuck up.

i know you see these messages. don’t make me come to your house.

answer me hoe😡

you quickly unlock your phone,

“tf r u talking abt?”

he posted on his private story. sum abt “when you two talk it out and cuddle” some shit like that. the caption had you name on it

your head hangs low when they sent the screenshot.

this motherfucker is really delusional.

“we never got back together. tf is he on?”

you threw on some clothes, storming your way to miles’ house.

you knew his mother had work at this time so you have no mercy to his front door. “miles, open this fucking door. imma kick it down.” your tone let him know you were pissed. he opens the door, “what are you mad about ma?”

you raise your phone at his face. “what is this?” he leans back, getting a good look at it. “oh, i was letting people know you’re mine.” you tilt your head, eyes squinted. “are you fucking crazy? what part of “we’re broken up” do you not understand? we ain’t together. end of story.”

he laughs, making you more upset. “that’s what you think. why do you think no one has asked you out yet?” he smirks. “because they know that you’re mine. anybody who wants you gotta go through me first. and you and me both know that’s not gonna end well.” he snickers.

“miles—” “i’m not done.” he cuts you off. “look, i know me being the prowler affected our relationship. but i’m done with that. completely. i’m focused on you right now. i’m tryna do better for you.” he suddenly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“i’m yours.”

you smirk at him. “and how do i know you don’t have any hoes in your phone right now?” “be reasonable right now.” he smile drops, his nostrils flaring. “okay, i was joking.” you laugh.

“so, what’s this mean ma?” you purse your lips, “i guess we can get back together.” he grins, pulling you closer. “you don’t know how much i missed you. and this ass—” his hands squeeze your ass before you smack his hands away.

“i can always change my mind, miles.” “okay, i was just kidding.”

#miles morales x reader #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales #prowler miles #earth 42 miles morales x reader #atsv x reader #atsv #atsv x you #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse fanfiction

[ellecdc]

First off

You survived your exams 🫡

2ndly, this is my official request for the 'potter!reader x Barty where she steals Jamies clothes' idea we were discussing ✌️

(I highlighted it in the Barty doc incase you forgot)

first of all; thank you, thank you! *bows dramatically*

secondly; here's a celebratory Barty fic

Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!reader and James is not pleased

There were a few things in life that being James Potter’s twin sister made particularly difficult.

One such thing was your ability to have friends (or, in your case, a boyfriend) not pre-approved by him.

You heard a horrified squawking sound as you made the last step down the stairs into the Gryffindor common room and looked up to see James staring at you with wide eyes while Sirius smirked, Remus rolled his eyes, and Peter groaned dramatically. 

“Where do you think you’re going!?” James demanded as he all but stepped over Peter to make his way over to you.

“Prongs, please, this is the fourth time you abandoned this chess game.” Peter whined as Sirius snickered.

“Leave the poor girl alone, James. You’re not her mother.” Remus chided, causing you to raise your eyebrows at your brother as if saying “yeah!”

“Where are you going?” James amended with an eye roll of his own.

“Slytherin.” You answered simply, crossing your arms over your chest as you challenged your brother head on.

“And what are you wearing?” He continued displeasing; plucking at the long-sleeved t-shirt you currently adorned between his two fingers as if it was something particularly disgusting he’d found on the side of the road. 

You scoffed derisively as you swatted his hands away. “What? Are joggers and a long sleeved shirt not modest enough, James?”

He narrowed his eyes at you as he petulantly swatted you back for having swatted him. “These are boys' clothes, Y/N; you’re wearing a boy’s clothes. Oh my Godric; you’re sleeping with him, aren’t you!” He accused theatrically. 

He spun on the spot to face his friends and dragged you beside him roughly by the arm as he pointed at you. “She’s wearing his clothes! Junior is defiling my sister.”

And though that wasn’t technically untrue, it wasn’t the fucking point, or any of his business.

“James!” You shouted over his panicked trade, ignoring Peter’s protests at him being “far too invested in his own sister’s sexual habits.”

“James Fleamont Potter!” You bellowed, grabbing your brother by a fistful of his hair and pulling his face towards you. “This is your shirt. I took it from your trunk.” 

James froze in his place; hunched over like a ventriloquist dummy that you were controlling by means of his hair as he took a second look at your outfit. 

A brief look of embarrassment flashed across his features as his eyes flit back up to yours.

“Huh.” He chuckled awkwardly. “Funny that.”

You sneered at him and shoved him away from you. “As lovely as this was, Jamie, I’ll be leaving.”

“Wait! No!” James started, reaching for you before he was being physically redirected back towards the couch by Remus.

“Come on, James; leave your sister alone, yeah?” He said jovially as he thumped James on the back twice. 

“Go on, Princess, while he’s distracted. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Sirius called, shooting you a salacious wink.

You barked a laugh and shook your head. “That doesn’t leave much off limits, Black.”

James squawked again as Sirius laughed boisterously and you left the Gryffindor common room behind you. 

Blessedly, the noise level (and general vibe) in the Slytherin common room was far more relaxed as you stepped through the door.

 Barty whipped his head towards the sound sporting a very severe expression on his face until his eyes landed on you, causing his expression to turn into a beaming smile as he flipped the chess board he’d been in the middle of playing with Evan over; telling his friend to “get fucking lost, my girl is here.” 

You chuckled at Evan’s petulant grumblings as Barty swept you up off your feet into a bear hug and breathed you in. 

“What took you so long, angelcakes?” He said through a sigh as he placed you back onto your feet, though kept your face secure within his hands as he smiled down at you.

“I had to fight off my brother on my way.” 

Barty rolled his eyes dramatically and lowered his voice. “If you need me to kill him, just say the word, Princess; he’ll never bother you again.”

You chuckled and teasingly smacked his arm. “Brothers are meant to be a bother; that’s what they’re put on this earth for.”

Regulus offered you a ‘hear, hear’ as Barty escorted you towards his dorm room. 

You were no sooner curled up against Barty on his bed when he was pulling you away from him and scrutinising your form.

“What are you wearing?” He asked bemusedly.

You groaned dramatically and threw yourself back onto the bed. “What is it with everyone and their obsession with my outfit!?”

“It’s not the outfit, it’s the shirt.” Barty explained, sitting up to get a better look at you.

“It’s just a shirt - not even a very nice one at that.” You muttered, looking down at the random shirt you’d pilfered from your brother’s trunk; why were boys clothes so much more comfortable!?

“How dare you!” Barty bristled in offence. “I spent a lot of my father’s dirty money on that shirt!”

You looked at your boyfriend with furrowed brows. “Barty, this isn’t your shirt?”

“I know - I bought it for Reg for his birthday last year.”

This was Regulus’ shirt?

But…

“Barty…” You started slowly, realisation dawning on you as you met your boyfriends bemused eyes. “I stole this shirt from Jamie’s room.”

Barty’s brows furrowed further as he looked back down at your James’ Regulus’ shirt. “Why…why would Potter have Reg’s shirt?”

You let the silence sit for a few moments before each of you were scrambling from Barty’s bed and racing to the common room.

“Are you sleeping with my brother!?” You shouted at the same time Barty screeched, “you’re fucking a Potter too!?”

Regulus had looked up from his book though staunchly refused to look at you; and whilst his face remained impassive, a furious blush overtook his face.

“I’M TELLING SIRIUS!” You shouted as you turned and bolted towards the door; Regulus hot on your heels shouting “don’t you fucking dare!”, and Barty cackling madly as he followed the two of you up to Gryffindor tower.

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[rosyjn]

“Bed. Now.”

Dilf!jake x younger!omatikayareader (legal ofc)

MDNI

“Ma’Jake!” you tease, whispering your mate’s name from behind a tree. Only Jake’s ears perk up, and he stops his sentence to look around, clenching his hand into a fist. Your palm clamps over your mouth, stifling a giggle. You know it’s wrong to mess with him while he’s planning an attack. He’s busy, other warriors are being led by him, waiting for further instructions. He sighs.

“Did anyone else hear that?” he faces the group again. His soldiers look around at each other.

“No, sir,” one of them says. “What did you hear?”

Jake’s ears relax themselves. “Y/N’s voice,” he rolls his eyes.

“Ma Olo’eyktan, you are probably thinking of her,” the same warrior replies, tilting his head with the suggestion.

“Probably,” Jake shrugs and lets out a chuckle, prompting the same from the rest of the group. You peek from behind the tree, before silently running off. You scurry across the forest, heading towards the village. Your feet make small patting noises as Pandora swallows you whole. The trees tower above you while the branches protrude into your path. Small chitters of animals make your ears perk as you approach the Omatikaya camp.

“Where were you?” Mo’at shakes her head and clicks her tongue as you walk in.

“Messing with Jake,” you giggle, a mischievous expression painting your face. You kneel to sit with her.

“He will be back tonight, no need to bother him,” her attention returns to a bowl of herbs that she was mixing.

“Back tonight?” your eyebrows raise. You didn’t know he was coming back so soon. You thought he was off again, ready to stay a couple nights in the Floating Mountains to watch for sky people.

“Yes, Y/N,” Mo’at nods, lifting up her bowl of herbs and setting it aside. You stand back up, ready to get back to your tent.

“I should clean up our space,” you look back at her. She just chuckles, not making eye contact. You walk off into the village, greeting as you go. Little girls sit and weave baskets, hunters head off with their bows, and mothers hold their babies. You take a good look at a mom. She had just given birth. She lays down, the flaps of her tent are ajar, and she kisses her newborn. You think about Jake, then hurry away. As you walk towards your tent, isolated from the rest, footsteps follow you. Your ears perk and you stop.

“Y/N.” Jake’s stern voice makes you whip around, your eyes widening.

“Hi, ma’Jake-“ you rush over to him, intending to give him a kiss on the cheek. He grabs you and holds you in place.

“The fuck were you thinking? I was busy!” he scolds you, practically shouting. You flinch.

“Sorry,” your ears fold back and you look down at the ground.

“Bed. Now.” his nostrils flare and his gaze is intense. You nod and he lets go of you, letting you scamper to the tent. He follows you at a slower place, watching as your ass moves. You crawl on the bed, turning and leaning back for Jake. Your pupils dilate in fear.

“I-“ you find yourself confused, not knowing how to apologize. You watch as Jake unties his loincloth.

“Y/N, you have to fucking understand. You can’t mess with me when it concerns the safety of the people!” he angrily fiddles with the strings of his garment, his erection becoming more and more visible. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your voice distracted me, y’know that? Don’t goddamn play with me. Not when we’re planning something crucial,” his loincloth falls to the floor and you gasp at his cock. It springs up, throbbing for you.

“Oh…” your voice is small and weak. You didn’t understand half of the words he said while he was undressing, but you got the point.

“Fuck are you waiting for? Undress!” he shouts to you. And you comply, taking your top and loincloth off, then throwing them to the floor. Your bare body is out in the open for him.

“I’ll fuckin’ leave so many marks on those tits,” he crawls on the bed towards you, predatory eyes scanning your body. You reach for him, but gets met with him roughly pinning your hands down above your head. The sudden movement makes you yelp.

“Shh,” he reaches down to the floor next to the bed, grabbing your loincloth. He admires the arousal stains on it, before using it to tie your hands up. You fight with him.

“Jake! Let me go!” you squirm and pull, but he’s too heavy. His body holds you down and he ties your crossed wrists to the wooden bedpost before positioning himself in front of your entrance.

“Tell me what happens to little sluts that can’t behave until their mate comes home,” he rubs his tip up and down your slit, making your toes curl.

“I-I-“ you tremble.

“Tell me,” he slaps your tit.

“They get punished!” your face heats up.

“Good job,” he pulls away for a second to place a pillow under your pelvis, then prods your entrance with his tip again, preparing to enter.

“Mmmph!” your back arches and you whine in a mix of pain and pleasure when he enters you. Your slick coats his member and drips down onto his balls. He bares his teeth and grunts with every inch inside of you. He stretches you out, the veins and throbbing being noticeable.

“Fuck,” he small sheen of sweat begins to coat his skin. You tug on your restraints and yelp, legs shaking. He holds himself all the way inside of you, your eyes clench shut and his mouth falls open as his tip presses against your cervix. His balls tease your folds as well. He grunts over you, warm precum spirting out of him cock. You desperately breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, trying to calm yourself. “Jeez, been takin’ my dick for so long and you still struggle,” he degrades.

“Please, please, please be nice-“ you beg and whine. Jake ignores your pleading. He pulls out a couple inches, then thrusts back in again, letting out a pleasured groan when he bumps into your cervix. The rough motion of his push makes a tear fall out of your eye, rolling down your face and onto the pillow under your head.

“Fuck, cant stand to see my baby like this,” Jake’s head falls down and he watches the tear mark on your face. He gives in, untying your hands from the bed post and kissing your lips, letting you wrap your arms around him. The kiss is passionate and loving, relieving the overstimulation of the sex. Your moans quiet down, muffled by his mouth. He starts to thrust again, fucking you slowly and shallowly into the mattress. Your legs wrap around him.

“Mm… mmm… mm… mmmph! mmph! mmph!!” your moans grow louder against his face as he suddenly speeds up his thrusts, fucking fast and deep again. You pull away from his kiss, looking over his shoulder to watch his hips push into you. Your fingernails dig into his back, evoking a growl from him. Your cunt clenches around Jake’s dick, hinting to him that you’re close. You try to talk, but your words are incoherent, cock-drunk blabbers. He loves that.

“Hmm, close?” he asks, looking at your eyes, dilated and wide with ecstasy.

“Yes! Yes!” your back arches further. You mewl and your body writhes as your orgasm washes over you. You clench around Jake tightly, his cum filling you up. You bite his shoulder in an attempt to shut yourself up. He quickly reaches for your face, grabbing your chin and pressing your head down onto the pillow. His fingers travel to your lips, spreading them open before he spits in your mouth. You eagerly swallow it as the end of your orgasm rides itself out. Jake pulls out of you, watching your breasts bounce with his movement. You sigh, closing your eyes. When he notices the mark on your wrists from the restraints, he pulls you into his embrace and kisses them, evoking a giggle from you.

“My girl..” he kisses them quickly, making sure not to press down too hard and hurt you. “You okay?” he asks.

“Yes, won’t bother you again. Promise,” you intertwine his pinky with your ring finger, unable to make a pinky promise because you’re a native na’vi. Jake melts at the gesture.

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[scarlethexelove]

hey! lemme just say first that I love your Agatha fics, it's so on character <3 I read your fic the other night and I can't stop thinking about it. Is there part 2 for 'Why are you here'? If there will be, I was thinking if you could put how Reader went to Agatha's house that night and she (Agatha) fulfilled her promise to her by fucking her in different positions until she's overstimulated. and then she breeds her full of her cum just because she's possessive :D

You Came

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Maximoff!Reader

Word Count: 2238

Warnings: Smut, Legal age gap, Dom!Agatha, Sub!Reader, Enchanted Strap, Cum Strap, Breeding, Degrading, Possessive!Agatha, Blow Jobs, Rough sex, Dark!Agatha at the end, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Slight bondage, Squirting, Marking.

Pt 1, Pt 3

A/n: I had enjoyment of writing this. Of course while writing I had the thought of Agatha having darker ulterior motives but like she still wants Reader either way. Just a bit of a motivation to have them.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

The window squeaks as it slides open. You grimace at the noise hoping that no one heard you. The darkness and silence around you leads you to let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. You carefully climb out the window, your foot catching on the window seal before you face plant into the ground. Your hands going out trying to catch you but failing miserably. “Son of a bitch.” You groan as you get up and dust yourself off. You’re thankful that after the commotion earlier in the day your mom as she profusely apologized used her magic to heal you. She normally never did that but she felt so guilty for being the one to cause you pain that she made an exception. You know she never meant to hurt you so all was forgiven, but now you're sneaking out to meet up with a woman that your mom despises. 

You look around making sure that no one heard you yet again. Sneaking out past the front window. You can see your mom the glow of the tv in the dark room illuminating her sleeping face. You feel bad for sneaking out to meet Agatha but the woman is so enticing. You shake the thoughts away as you make your way next door. 

You raise your hand balling it into a fist ready to knock on the door when it swings open. You gasp in surprise at the much older woman standing in front of you wearing nothing but a lace lingerie set. You frantically look back behind you turning your head in multiple directions scared someone will see. Your head whips back to the woman a smirk on her lips as her hand is planted on the edge of the door. “What the fuck do you think your doing?” You whisper scream at Agatha. She grabs the collar of your shirt, balling her fist there and pulls you in, shutting the door behind you before pressing you against it. Her hand snaking around your neck and squeezing. “Who do you think you're talking to like that little girl? Hmm did your mother never teach you manners? Don’t worry bunny, I'll teach you.” You can’t help the whimper that slips past your lips. 

Agatha licks her lips. Your wide eyed innocent look is driving her insane. She can’t wait to destroy you. She pushes you down to the ground hard. Your knee’s connecting with the hardwood floors causing you to whimper from the pain. Sure that you will have bruises there later. You look up to the woman confusion crossing your face as a sinister grin spreads across her. Purple swirls around the both of you before a strap appears around her hips slapping you in the face. Your clothes are also gone in an instant. You blush a deep red trying to cover your body but Agatha has no part of that. Your hands are instantly bound behind your back purple magic wrapped around them tightly. 

Arousal starts to coat your thighs as Agatha takes her strap in her hand, jerking it a bit and moaning before slapping it against your cheek a few times. “I want you to suck my cock. Put that dirty mouth to good use.” You open your mouth to talk back but instead Agatha shoves her strap down your throat causing you to gag. When she moans it that is when you realize that the strap is enchanted. You can feel it pulsing in your throat as you look up at the woman with tears in your eyes. 

Agatha��s hand cups your cheek wiping away the tears that fall. “So pretty when you cry.” She thrust the strap in and out of your throat. Her hand moving from your cheek up to your hair. Gripping harshly and pulling you all the way down on her cock. Your gags fill the room as more tears fall down your face. She leaves you there for what seems like forever before pulling you off. You cough, catching your breath. But she only gives you a short amount of time before she is back to fucking your throat with her strap. The only sounds in the room are of your gags and her moans. “Fuck if your throat feels like this I can’t wait to fuck your pussy.” She groans her hips already become more erratic the longer she thrust. 

Arousal drips out of you, your thighs coated as it slowly drips to the floor. Your mind is already turning to mush as the woman uses you. Her hips are jerking and you think she is about to cum but then her hips come to a stop. Pulling you off of her and pulling you up by your hair. You whimper as your scalp stings her grip tight. You’re soon face to face with the woman but not for long. She waves the restraints away and pushes you back against the door. Her hands moving to the back of your thighs signaling for you to jump. You do as she wants she catches you as you wrap your legs around her waist and she pushes you further into the door. Your chest slightly heaving as your still trying to catch your breath from the brutal throat fucking. 

“God, you're already dripping all over me. Are you so much of a whore that fucking your throat gets you off?” Agatha’s words are condescending. “I-” She cuts you off as she thrust her strap into your waiting hole. You let out a loud moan as she sheaths herself in you. “Mmm fuck.” You groan, your head falling back on the door. She starts a hard and face pace pounding into you. Your mind goes blank as the only thoughts in your head are of her. Her name is already falling from your lips like a chant. 

You hate how embarrassingly fast she is building you up. Perfectly angeling her hips hitting that spot deep inside you as her fingers dig into your hips. Her lips move to meet your neck leaving her mark behind as she pounds into you. You know you will be covered by the end of this. Nipping and sucking along her neck and chest. “Please.” You whimper out the only word your brain can form. “Please what bunny?” She smirks against your skin. She knows exactly what you want but why not toy with you a little more. 

You struggle to find the words. Her hips jackhammering into you erratically and you can tell she is just as close as you are with your walls clamping around her tightly. “Pl-please wanna cum.” You have more tears in your eyes. You try and look down at the woman begging with your tear stained face. Your arms wrapped around her back as your nails dig in leaving angry red lines in their wake. 

“Cum with me.” Agatha pecks your lips. With a few more thrust her hips stutter and you can feel a warm sticky fluid filling you up. You cry out as it triggers your own orgasm. Coating her strap in your juices as she continues to fuck into you. But she doesn’t stop there she continues to pound into you intent on keeping her promise to show you just how much she can make you cum. “Oh fuck!” You gasp. Her hips continue to drill into you faster if that was even possible. 

Agatha kissing your neck and mumbling against your skin. “This pretty little pussy is mine. No one can have you. No one can touch you, not even you. You understand me, little girl?” She grunts with every thrust. You shake your head, pleasure clouding your mind as your second orgasm nears. “I’m going to fill this pussy over and over again. All mine.” She is like an animal claiming her prey as she bites down hard on your neck. You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Your orgasm unexpectedly washing over you as you cum again all over her strap. Your body arching, pressing your chest against hers as your legs shake around her waist. If she wasn’t holding you against the door you know you would be on the floor. She moans, feeling you cum again following soon after. “Mine. My little breeding bitch.” Her fingers dug in more.

You expect Agatha to slow down but she doesn’t. She continues her pace. You’ve lost count of how many orgasms you have had. Your neck and chest marked with reddish purple marks, bruises forming on your hips and thighs and she relentlessly fucks you. Your cheeks are tear stained and you’ve become a drooling whimpering mess. She fills you up again but this time when you’ve come down her hips still leaning her forehead against your shoulder. Both of you panting heavily and bodies glistening with sweat. You have no idea how she is still holding you up like this but you're too dumbed down to really care. 

When your breathing finally evens out a bit she shifts causing you to whimper. You're so overstimulated as the strap still buried inside of you moves. “Too much.” More tears stream down your face. But you can see a flicker of desire and that primal need to fill you once again. 

Agatha carries you over to the back of the couch. Her strap slips out, making you whimper more. She places you down and your legs would have given out if it weren’t for her hold on your waist. She quickly turns you around pushing your upper body over the back of the couch. “No more.” You whimper out. “Come on, bunny, just one more for me. I need to make sure you're full of me.” Her fingers trace your red puffy pussy all of your combined juices leaking out down your legs. You squirm at her actions. Your body is telling you no but your mind is begging for more. Just like she knew you would. “Okay.” Your weak voice comes out. 

That is all Agatha needs to shove her strap back into your hole. Still somehow so tight even after all the orgasms she has pulled out of you. She pulls your hands behind your back holding onto your wrist using them as leverage to pound into you. You’re both so sensitive that your orgasms are building quickly. She leans over still rutting into you and whispers in your ear. “What would mommy dearest think seeing her little girl getting fucked into oblivion but her enemy. What if I get you pregnant with my child? Poor mommy would be so mad, wouldn’t she?” Your mind reels at her words you love your mom more than anything and would never want to do anything to hurt her. But in this moment you feel so good and fucked out that all you can do is nod. 

Agatha darkly chuckles as she stands back up her hips already jerking as she comes close to filling you up again. If her spell works right you will be pregnant with her child by the end of the night. She will get her revenge on Wanda and destroy her perfect little family. Smirking at the thought of how your mother will react when she finds out you're pregnant and when she finds out just who the other parent is. Her thrust becomes rougher and digging her nails into the skin of your wrist. Her plan unfolding perfectly with as she fucks into you. So pretty and perfect the perfect puzzle piece to her plan. But even after this she thinks she will keep you. You're too perfect and pliable to let go to waist on some stupid girl. 

Agatha’s free hand reaches under your body, snaking her fingers down to your swollen clit. Pressing into it hard and pinching. You cry out form her actions but you push back none the less, helping to fuck yourself back on her strap. The pleasure is borderline painful as you become way too overstimulated. You can’t hold out much longer as Agatha toys with your clit pounding into your soaked pussy. A mix of whimpers and moans leaving your lips as grunts leave Agatha’s. 

All at once your body shakes under her. Your walls are squeezing her strap tight as you cum hard. Squirting everywhere making a mess of yourself and Agatha. She moans as your cum squirts out of you, vigorously pounding into you and circling your clit until she is emptying her load into you. Black spots start to invade your vision as Agatha rides you both through your highs. Soon the spots expand and your vision goes black and your body goes limp under her. Agatha slows to a stop before pulling out of your still spasming hole. Taking a minute to admire the cum leaking out of your gaping hole. 

Agatha picks up your limp body moving around the couch and laying you down. With a flick of her wrist you're cleaned up and so is she. She leaves your form naked admiring her handy work. She leans down next to your sleeping body. Placing her hand gently on your stomach, magic flowing through her fingers. She smiles when she feels it. Her plan worked. You’re pregnant with her child. She leans down kissing your head as her thumb rubs gently over your stomach. You’re now hers forever. 

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[loonylupinblack3]

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x driver!reader

Warnings: angst, swearing

Summary: could charles still love you, even after everything?

Word count: 2.6k

part 1

“Y/n calm down-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down,” you snapped. “My whole career is hanging by a thread. I can’t calm down.”

Lando sighed, rubbing his face tiredly. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t the right thing to say. But you need to breathe, because you’re turning blue.”

You reluctantly did as he said, because your chest was starting to hurt and you’d probably collapse if you didn’t. But as soon as you did you wished you hadn’t, because accompanying the breath was the sharp stab of grief.

What was happening? Two days ago, your world had shattered, every newspaper and website claiming the same thing; you and Charles had dated. It didn’t matter that it was past tense- people were still hurling insults your way, discrediting all your work just because you dated a boy.

Except he wasn’t just a boy. He was Charles Leclerc, driver for Scuderia Ferrari, and you were Y/n L/n, driver for Aston Martin. 

And now you were facing a possible investigation, because you’d kept your relationship a secret and both teams were worrying you’d passed information onto each other, so here you were.

Suspended.

“Can they even do this?” Yuki’s voice sounded enraged, and if you weren't as tired as you were you’d probably have felt warmed that you had people who cared about this as much as you.

Oscar looked up. “Is Charles suspended too?” 

You flinched slightly at the mention of your ex, but everyone either didn’t notice it or purposefully ignored it, which you were grateful for.

George had already started whipping out his phone. “I’ll ask Pierre.”

You stared at your four friends, all here to support you during this time, and felt a surprising amount of love towards them. If you had any energy you’d probably shower them all in your affection, even Yuki who would bat you away with a stick if you tried.

You laid your head in Lando’s lap, the boy immediately playing with your hair, an almost subconscious instinct by now. It was embarrassing how much time you’d spent in Lando’s lap over the past two days.

“Y/n,” Oscar said, passing you your now ringing phone. “It’s your mum.”

You groaned but rolled off of Lando’s lap, sitting up on your bed and grabbing your phone, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before answering.

“Hey Mum-”

“Stupid idiots! When I come down there- I mean, who do they think they are?! Ridiculous boys parading around as men. As soon as I get my hands on them-.but how are you doing Sweetheart? I know this must be hard.”

You let out a small laugh at your mum’s rant, one that threatened to turn into a sob so you silenced it. “I’m… I don’t know, really. Just trying to get through it.”

“Suspended! For what?! For fucking another driver? If anything he should be suspended, since it was his dick in you.”

You choked on a gasp. “Mum.”

“What? I’m just saying.”

You shook your head, shocked but also feeling slightly better. Your mum always managed to take your mind off things, even if it was by saying out of pocket things that, if you’d had your phone on speaker, would have made your friends gobsmacked. 

“Has he even talked to you about it?” Your mother prodded.

You sighed, feeling the insecurities that had been sticking to you like parasites, infecting you, come to the surface. “No, he hasn’t talked to me.”

Why hasn’t he? This was literally the worst case scenario for you, and he knew that. It was why you broke up in the first place. So now that your deepest fears have happened, the dread turned into something real, he was gone? Just like that? What happened to all the promises that he’d be there for you, that you’d get through this together? You knew you weren’t together anymore but shouldn’t they still mean something? 

Your mother continued her rant at your words, babbling on about incompetent people in power, stupid idiots, etcetera etcetera. You had to hang up on her when you saw Geroge’s less than pleased expression though, because obviously something had happened during the phone call to put him in this mood, because he was always annoyingly optimistic, even during this mess.

As soon as you put your phone down you demanded to know what happened, what George found out. He sighed, looking forlorn that he had to be the one to give you the news, but pressed forward anyway.

“Charles hasn’t been suspended.”

Silence followed his words. You didn’t even know what to say, your jaw working but no sound coming out. Charles wasn’t suspended? You were suspended but Charles wasn’t, for doing the same fucking thing?

“What the fuck?” Yuki burst out, standing up. “They can’t do this!”

“They can, mate,” Oscar said tiredly, rubbing his face. “They’re from different teams, and it was up to those teams to make the decision, not the FIA.”

Yuki kicked the side table, looking for all the world like he was going to storm the Aston Martin headquarters and demand they un-suspend you. You all knew why Charles wasn’t suspended and you were. It was the same reason it took you so long to get into F1, why you still got daily death threats and had to undergo a different training to everyone else. 

Because you were a woman.

Suddenly you were so tired. You’d been tired for a while, but now it was exhaustion weighing you down, a draining, crippling exhaustion you wanted nothing to do with. You were tired of worrying, tired of constantly scouring the internet, soaking up every insult directed your way. You were tired of missing Charles, a constant in your life now. Waking up and having your hand search for his body, only to find the sheets cold. Thinking about him every spare moment of the day, your mind straying to him against your will.

You missed him, and you wished he’d call. You regretted your decision, didn’t you? Since the secret came out anyway, except now you didn’t even have Charles to be there for you through it. It really was all for nothing, and here you were, stuck with the decisions you made.

Lando’s head resting on your shoulder snapped you out of your sulking. You looked down at your hands, letting out a sigh. None of the others were talking, waiting for you to speak, to see what sort of reaction you had before they did anything.

“I think I’m going to take a walk,” you said quietly. 

Yuki’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth, about to say something, when George elbowed him in the side, sending him a pointed look. Yuki scowled, rubbing his stomach but stayed silent, letting you leave with no complaint.

You were too tired to question their strange behaviour and left the hotel room, walking along the halls. You weren’t sure where you were going; you just needed to get out of that room, away from your friends’ pitying stares.

You eventually entered the elevator, deciding to visit the bar in the lobby where you’d drown your feelings in alcohol and hopefully receive a respite from this horrible nightmare you were living.

Except as soon as you exited the elevator, heading towards the bar, you realised you’d made a terrible mistake. Because there Charles stood, speaking in hushed tones with Pierre Gasly and making big gestures with his hands.

And fuck, his hands. It was probably a strange thing to focus on considering the circumstances, but it was the only thing keeping you from freaking out so you welcomed the distraction eagerly, eyes tracing each vein on his hand, remembering how gentle they could be when he wanted them to.

But then he looked away from Pierre, a frustrated expression on his face, and his gaze landed directly on you, and his eyes widened, mouth parting slightly as he stared at your figure. You panicked yet couldn’t move, swallowing thickly but unable to tear your gaze away from him as he continued to stare, looking dumbfounded.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

As soon as you regained control of your body you turned around, walking swiftly back into the elevator. You couldn’t do this today; not when you’d just discovered your career was at risk and his wasn’t, for the exact same thing.

Charles didn’t seem to be thinking the same thing as you though, because just as you pressed the button to your floor, the doors starting to close, his hand was there stopping the doors from closing, and then he was inside the elevator with you as the doors did finally shut, except now they felt like a death sentence, trapping you in there Charles.

“Y/n,” he said quietly, and oh.

Oh how his voice comforted you. Everything was shit, your whole career crashing down before your eyes, the thing you worked so hard for in the midst of being destroyed, but with one word from his mouth Charles somehow made everything seem slightly better. It warmed you, and you cursed yourself for it.

“Charles,” you replied just as softly, unable to help yourself. You longed for him like the sun longed for the moon, like the stars longed for the clouds. Polar opposites, unable to be together but fuck if you didn’t try as desperately as you could to make it work. To be with them even against all odds.

And then suddenly you were being wrapped up in Charles’ arms, apologies spilling from his mouth as he pressed you against him, grip tightening with every passing second. And you were just as hopeless, returning the embrace with a desperation you didn’t even realise you had, hiding your face into his chest, escaping from the world, feeling nothing but him.

He rested his chin on your head, eyes fluttering shut, hugging you tighter against him. It took everything in you not to start sobbing, to beg him for forgiveness then and there. Everything felt so fucking hard, and if you had to leave without Charles you weren’t sure how you’d cope with it. You never imagined having to do this without him.

“I’m so sorry Y/n,” Charles choked out, words muffled from where he pressed his face into your hair. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You pulled back, quickly wiping away a stray tear before he could see. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because this is your worst fucking nightmare.”

Well, you couldn’t argue with that. It was your worst nightmare, except it was double the horror because you didn’t even have Charles by your side to help you through it.

“Why didn’t you call?” you asked instead. “Or even text me?”

Charles looked away guiltily, but he didn’t take a step back. If anything he held you tighter, like he thought you were going to try to escape him any minute. Little did he know you didn’t want to be anywhere but his arms right now.

“I didn’t think you wanted to see me,” he admitted quietly. “It’s my fault this is happening. We were too careless. I was too careless, and encouraged you to be as well, even though I knew what was on the line for you. This happened because of me.”

You were shaking your head before he even finished speaking. “Charles none of this is your fault. I knew what I was doing getting involved with you. Both of us are responsible.”

Yet only one is suspended, a vicious voice hissed in your mind.

You tried pushing it away, not wanting any bitter feelings to ruin the moment. Unfortunately Charles knew you, and he noticed the sudden shift, eyebrows furrowing.

“What is it?”

You swallowed, unsure if you should tell him or not. It wasn’t his fault he wasn’t suspended, he shouldn’t be blamed for it, but you couldn’t help resenting him a little bit for it. It was wrong, you knew that, but it was how you felt.

“I was suspended.”

Charles opened his mouth and closed it again, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I know,” was his eventual answer.

“And you weren’t.”

Pain briefly flashed across Charles’ voice, his voice strained as he spoke. “I know. I’m sorry. I tried to talk them out of it but they said because we weren’t together anymore the risk of secrets spilling was higher and-”

“You talked to them?” you asked, surprised.

Charles looked almost hurt at the shock on your face. “Of course I did, Y/n. This isn’t fucking fair. If I can help you I’ll do it, even if we’re no longer together.”

You kissed him then. You weren’t sure how it happened. You just felt this overwhelming warmth at his words, this feeling of love filling you to the brim, begging to be released but you didn’t know how to except with this. With a kiss worth a thousand words, telling him everything you couldn’t say in person, all your doubts and insecurities and love love love.

Charles kissed you back just as deeply, hands cradling your face like you were something fragile. Like you were precious, something he wanted to keep forever in his arms, never let go of. Like he loved you just as much as you loved him, even now. Even after everything. 

When you both pulled back there was a hesitant hope in your eyes. You’d understand if Charles didn’t want you again, if he just kissed you back in the heat of the moment. You’d hurt him, and now you wanted him back. It was understandable if he wanted nothing to do with you. It would break your heart, of course, but you’d understand and you wouldn’t fight it.

Except Charles was smiling, which wasn’t something someone would do if they were about to break up with you. Even though you weren’t even together.

“I love you, Y/n,” Charles breathed, cupping your face. “I understand if you don’t want to, but please, let me be with you again.”

Your heart gave a little squeeze. “You still want to? Even after all I did, after everything, you still want to be with me?”

Charles smiled, pressing his forehead against yours. “Of course.”

You opened the door to your hotel, hand in hand with Charles.

“Y/n, you’re back, we were starting to worry-”

Lando stopped speaking, jaw hanging open as he stared at Charles, distrust and confusion clear on his face. As if his silence was some indicator of danger, the three other men bounded into the living room, expressing similar shock to Lando at the sigh of Charles next to you.

“You bastard,” Yuki muttered, lunging forward to- well, you weren’t even sure what he was intending to do; tackle him maybe?- but Oscar grabbed the hem of his shirt, keeping him away.

Charles looked at them sheepishly, giving a little wave. “Hey guys.”

George looked at you. “So are you two dating again?”

You nodded silently, but couldn’t stop the smile forcing its way onto your face.

George sighed. “Fucking finally. Pierre had been harassing me constantly about it.”

“He was what?!” Charles squawked incredulously.

George, sensing he had made a mistake, kept his mouth shut. 

You didn’t care though. All you could care about was that you had Charles with you, by your side, and he’d be with you while you sorted this mess out, got your career back on track and made sure no team or media would fuck with you again. You had him for every moment in the future, every night as you went to sleep and every morning as you woke up. You had him for every race, every dinner, every anniversary.

That was all for the future though. Right now you just wanted to hang out with your friends, and your boyfriend, who regardless of everything that had happened was here with you. Who cared for you, loved you, wanted to be with you, even after everything.

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