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bella-goths-wife · 1 month

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I have quite enjoyed your 'The V's Pet' Fics, and taking the opportunity that your requests are open, I wanted to see Charlie meet Sound manipulator reader. Maybe she meets the reader when she goes to Angel's Dust workplace to try and convinse Val to let him stay on the Hotel for a longer period of time?.

Charlie meeting Vs pet reader

Warnings: Valentino, forced affection, SA mentions, reader is uncomfortable with touch, drugging

“Excuse me” Charlie awkwardly squeezed through the many naked bodies that filled Valentino’s studio “um, sorry”

Charlie averted her eyes with blush covering her face as she aimlessly searched for either Valentino to talk to or angel dust to guide her.

After what feels like an agonising amount of time, Charlie just awkwardly searches for an escape from the cornucopia of flesh for somewhere to wait for angel dust.

And then she sees it, a pink door with angel dusts name on it embedded into a star.

Charlie rushes for the door in a hurry, awkwardly bumping into a few of the actors who just scoff at her and carry on the preparation for the scene.

Charlie bursts through the door, too embarrassed to wait outside and knock. In the process she scares the life out of you as you sit on the small couch in angel dusts dressing room with a computer on your lap.

“Oh, your not angel” Charlie says with an awkward chuckle before her face turns desperately apologetic “I’m so so sorry for bursting in without knocking, it was just so naked out there-“

“It’s fine” you cut off her rambling as you close the laptop and stand up from the couch to talk to her, having to wrench your head back to look at her “angel dust is with Val right now, he lets me stay in his dressing room sometimes so I don’t have to wait for Val outside”

“Oh” Charlie says with a surprised tone that angel dust would do something so considerate without prompting, she then takes the to actually take in your appearance

You were dressed quite fashionably but surprisingly more on the modest side for a porn studio, with your clothes having a matching colour scheme to Valentino, Charlie assumed that you must be a personal favourite of his.

You had quite doe like eyes and ears, that were currently flopped down against your position that reminded Charlie of how alastors ears would position themselves when he was unimpressed or unhappy.

You were quite young looking. You were clearly a teenager but you barely looked a day past eighteen with a baby face that made your presence in Valentino’s studio feel even more disturbing.

“Sooo…” Charlie said with an awkward tone as you both stood staring at each other “are you an actor here?”

You pull an almost disgusted face before realising your professionalism and changing it back to neutral looking.

“No” you answer firmly with a shake of your head “I don’t do that kind of work, I’m an assistant to the Vs”

“Oh thank god” Charlie lets out an exhale of relief before giving you an apologetically desperate look “no offence or anything, it’s just that you look so young, but not in a bad way! Your just-“

You interrupt the princesses nervous ramblings with a small chuckle, the first positive emotion you’d show since she’d stepped foot into the dressing room.

“It’s fine” you reassure with a small, almost hesitant smile “I get it a lot, the curse of a baby face I suppose”

“Yeah” Charlie lets out a breath of relief at your reassurance and without thinking she places a hand on your shoulder.

You don’t reject the affection like you would with most people, the warmth that her palm emits and the joy of her smile makes you feel comfortable with her touch. You don’t feel a threat lurking behind her affection or her smile.

“I’m Charlie” she introduces herself with a bright smile, as if the princess of hell needed an introduction “what’s your name?”

“Pet” you answer automatically with your title, shocking yourself as you try and recall your name after a few moments.

“Pet?” Charlie says with a questioning tone and a confused expression “your name is pet?”

“No, sorry” you say as you shake your head as you try and remember your name before opening your mouth to answer “my name is-“

“Pet” Valentino yells as he enters the dressing room with angel in tow, startling both you and Charlie “are you almost finished with-“

He cuts himself off as he notices Charlie standing there. His eyes dart down to her hand on your shoulder and you feel yourself step back from her touch instinctively at the silent warning, you knew the rules.

“Well, if it isn’t the little princesa of hell” Valentino coos with forced cheer and a large amount of condescension “what did we do to deserve your presence”

“Hello, Valentino” Charlie says with a forced smile as she takes in angel dusts terrified expression at her presence and your immediate shut down at Valentino’s presence “I came here to discuss angel dusts work schedule”

“Oh, is that so?” Valentino says with a quirked brow as he slinks his way over to you and puts an arm around your shoulders in a silent threat, you try your best to hide your shiver of discomfort but Charlie still catches it “I’m sure that my little pet here has filled you in on whatever you needed to know while you two chatted, but I’m happy to accommodate any questions you have”

You felt Charlie’s concerned gaze land on you, and you also felt Valentino’s arm squeeze tighter at Charlie’s clear suspicion and concern.

“But first, I think it’s best we do this privately” Valentino says with a smirk as he points to the door “why don’t you wait for me in my office while I check up on my little assistant here”

“Oh” Charlie says with a confused expression as her eyes scream concerns for you, but she eventually nods in a hesitant disagreement “okay”

As Charlie leaves, Valentino walks over to angel dusts mini fridge and pulls out a bottle of water before crushing some pills and putting them in the water. He hands to the water with a stern grin

“Drink this pet” he commands with a smile “I think it’s best you have a little nap while your new friend and I have a chat”

“But-“ you try and protest but your cut off

“No arguing princesa” Valentino commands as his grin drops “we don’t want to get Vox involved, do we?”

You shake your head before taking the water and taking a gulp out of it, knowing it’d take about ten minutes for the sleeping pills to kick in

“Good girl” Valentino praises you uncomfortably before turning to angel dust “go to set when she’s asleep, and lock the door after you leave”

Angel dust nods before Valentino takes his leave and angrily slamming the door. Angel turns to you with a defeatedly sympathetic look before you stand on your tip toes and you motion for him to bend down so you could wipe some blood off his nose from where he’d been smacked.

“Hangin’ in there kid?” Angel dust asks as he walks you to the couch and lays you down on it

“Doing my best Angie” you say with a yawn as he covers you with his robe as a blanket “what about you?”

“I’ve been better” he says with a sigh, you notice the bruising on his arms and around his hips with a sympathetic gaze “I don’t know how I’m gonna deal with Charlie bein’ here”

“She’s nice” you comment as your eyes close and you hug the pillows on the couch to your face “do you think she liked me?”

“Impossible not to, kid” angel says with a small chuckle as he strokes your head comfortingly before getting up and heading for the door “sweet dreams kid”

“Knock them dead Angie” you say half asleep with a tired smile “you’ll be great”

“Thanks kid” angel says with a soft sigh as he leaves you and locks the door after he leaves

“Please god” he thinks to himself “please let Valentino be in a good mood after this, she can’t go through another punishment”

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mrchiipchrome · 2 months

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The Museum

W.C. - 5.2 k

this is so the 'pookie looks absolutely fire' tiktok couple coded

thank you to the anon that requested this, much love to you:)

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The skittles made a crunching sound as your molars bit down on them, it was an every day snack for you, tasting the rainbow more often than not. It was a relatively new habit, but when your ex had broken up with you, you promised yourself to become a better person.

It obviously had to be you who had something wrong with them, otherwise she wouldn’t have fallen in love with someone else and out of love with you. Quitting smoking was the first thing on your agenda, hence the skittles.

The next thing was to get away from the small southern town in Texas, move so far away that you left the country entirely. The only thing you’d taken with you on the plane was a carryon with 2 changes of clothes, your cowboy hat and a dream of bettering your life.

The third thing you bettered was your health, going out for a run every morning through the streets of London, going to the gym after work, doing push-ups before bed. It worked wonders, the tips you got from the ladies at the bar where you worked were simply incredible.

The fourth thing you wanted to improve was your cultural knowledge, the exact reason why you were standing in the middle of a museum, old renaissance paintings in every corner of the large room. It was something you appreciated, none of that modern bullshit where people just taped a banana to a canvas and called it art, it was back from when people actually painted.

Your hand slipped down your body into your jacket pocket, fetching another piece of candy, although a voice speaking up from your right startled you nearly enough for you to drop it back into the bag.

“You’re not supposed to eat in museums, you know?” The woman had a foreign dialect, just like you. You guessed it was from somewhere in the middle of Europe, maybe Germany or any of the neighboring countries.

“It’s not a problem if you don’t tell on me, no one has to know.” She seems just as startled by your accent as you were by her speaking to you, her cheeks dusted with a light pink at the wink you sent her.

“What are you going to do if I tell them? Take me back to your ranch on your horse?” The mystery woman teases, obviously making fun of the accent and the cowboy hat sitting perched on your head. In response you laugh under your breath, shaking your head in amusement.

“I’m afraid that I left the ranch back in Texas, Miss. All I have here is a small one bedroom apartment.” She looks up at you through the side of her eye, her half smile distracting you more than you’d like to admit. Her brows knit together when she notices a security guard eying the two of you curiously and her elbow digs into your ribs when you once again reach for the skittles in your pocket.

“Nice hat, my friend would be jealous.” You nod in agreement, plucking the stetson off your head and turning it around in your hand. In a brief moment of stupidity, you place the cowboy hat on the pretty stranger’s head, it falling down the front of her face to cover her eyes. It’s frankly adorable, the way she brings her hand up to push it back to the crown of her head.

The reassuring smile on her face tells you that she approves of your action, a relief to your entire being. She takes her phone out of her back pocket, turning it on and snapping a picture of you both, the cowboy hat still perched on top of her head.

In response, you snap a picture of her alone, the woman posing like a cowboy would for you. She was going to be the wallpaper of your phone for a while, even though you didn’t even know her name.

“So, do you have a name or am I just going to have to call you mine?” The cheesy pickup line just slips out, not at all consciously, it was like instinct took over, a pretty girl was to be flirted with.

“I wouldn’t mind being called yours, but for now you can call me Lia.” The woman doesn’t seem uncomfortable by your advances, in fact she embraces them, teasing smile telling you that she found it amusing how worried you got over a simple pickup line.

“Lia, a beautiful name for an even more gorgeous girl.” She gains her pink tint back, the compliment likely the cause of her blush. It wasn’t like she never got complimented, it was just the attractive zing your accent put over the words that made them feel more sincere.

“And how about you? A name attached to that pretty face?” Now it was your turn to blush at the other woman’s words, her lips splitting into a full toothed smile.

“Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n.” You imitate Bond to introduce yourself, sticking your hand out for her to take, a firm handshake and the tip of an imaginary hat letting her know who exactly it is you are.

“Good to know my future last name.” She winks at you and the blush that’s already covering your face deepens significantly. The insinuation that you were to marry the girl beside you too much for your poor little heart to take.

She starts to walk away from you and towards another section of the room, looking back over her shoulder when she realizes that you weren’t right beside her, walking. Waving her hand in a “come here” motion, you quickly catch up with the older woman.

“So, why skittles? Is there not any other sweet you’d rather have?” She asks as you match her slow rhythm of steps, your hands shoved in the pockets of your coat with your arms forming loops. Lia threads one of her arms through yours, leaning her head on your shoulder, standing still all of a sudden to look at a painting. It didn’t feel like you’d just met, like you’d just introduced yourselves to one another, it felt like you’d known each other for decades, easily slipping into being comfortable with each other.

You gaze at her as she looks at the painting, making sure to map out all her gorgeous features and commit them to memory. She was like a breath of fresh air in a world of polluted oxygen.

“First of all it’s called candy, not sweets, candy. Secondly, they’re amazing for when you want to stop smoking.” Her cheek smushes against your shoulder as she turns her head to look up at you, her eyebrows scrunched together adorably.

“You were a smoker?” You feel the strong urge to place a peck atop her lips, soft and warm against your own. But in the end you resist, you’d only just met the woman for god’s sake, you don’t want to make her uncomfortable. Her eyes hold so many emotions that you just can’t read.

“Yeah, only for about a year. My ex stressed me out so much that I felt it was the easiest way to deal with it. But when she broke up with me, I decided to get my life back together, moved here, got a job at a bar and that’s it. That’s why I’m here.” Lia listens intensively at the story you’re telling her, the way she looks at you suggests that she’s hanging off your every last syllable.

“So no more smoking at all for you?” You puff your chest up, proudly displaying the grin on your face and your now discolored tongue. Lia looks on in amusement at your actions, a grin that could light up an opera house on her face.

“Nope, I’m never picking up a cigarette again.” The amusement turns into a sort of profound proud feeling, a feeling that she definitely shouldn’t be feeling for what is practically a stranger. A stranger that in the matter of a mere hour had worked their way into her heart and made themselves home.

“Good, I’m really happy for you.” The softened look on Lia’s face makes you blush, it was the way most people looked at their loved ones. You couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to be one of her loved ones, how it would feel to see her first thing in the morning, to gaze into her tentative eyes and try to read her like a book just because you know exactly how it is she acts, how she feels at that exact moment, what she thinks.

At your faraway look Lia nudges you in the ribs, giggling at the embarrassed expression that occupies your face. Her giggle could only be described as a ray of sunlight, lighting the glum room up in seconds, giving it a golden glow.

The older woman doesn’t miss the fondness in your gaze as you watch her laugh, your own lips splitting into a smile and soon after a loud belly laugh bubbles up in your chest, welling out of your mouth like water out a dam.

Only moments later the both of you are doubled over in laughter, tears slipping down your cheeks and arms crossed over your stomachs. Some scattered guests give you two dirty looks, as if you were peasants in a house full of royals, but they are counter effective because it only makes you and Lia laugh harder.

The security guard from earlier approaches you both as you drop down to the floor with a loud thump, Lia bursting out into an entire new fit of laughter as you try to catch your breath.

“Y/n, I’ve already let you get away with a lot today but this is your last strike. Up you get, I’ll escort you and your lady companion to the exit.” He speaks through his thick mustache, his round beer gut bobbing up and down with every word like he needed every fat covered muscle of his stomach to get the words out.

Small giggles escape you both as Lia and you are led out of the building by a firm grip around both of your arms. You both watch in amusement as the fat man gets winded walking back up the stairs he just led you down, bending over for a brief second at the top before disappearing back behind the door.

“So, I take it you know the security guard then?” She sounds a little out of breath as she speaks to you, flyaways sticking out of her bun, your hand itches to reach up and smooth them out, undo her bun and run your fingers through her hair. But you don’t.

“Yeah, he’s my regular. Comes in every day and buys a pint after work, a good friend of mine he is. He lets me get away with eatin’ in there every time I come.” You stand right in front of the brunette, hands again in your pockets as you smile at her tentatively. Her hand comes up to rub at your arm, and you feel as though you were going to pass out at any moment, the electric feeling of her ring covered fingers touching your arm overwhelming in a good way.

“Ah, a museum nepo baby then.” You can tell that she’s joking by the way her eyebrows raise all the way up to her hairline, and you imitate her by doing the same thing. Another fit of giggles ensues, Lia looking directly into your eyes, holding eye contact for a prolonged amount of time.

It makes you nervous, her somewhat challenging gaze locking on your face for a moment longer than necessary. When she grasps your hands in hers you finally look back at her, meeting her tender gaze with your own.

“I really enjoyed today, I was hoping we could do it again sometime.” The older woman looks at you sheepishly, nearly nervously. You’re mesmerized by her gorgeous simplicity, simple smile grazing her lips as you nod, a recognisable warmth behind the hug she gives you, the quick kiss she places on your cheek haphazardly before walking away, not looking back to see your rose tinted cheeks.

It’s only when Lia has disappeared far behind the horizon that you realize that you have no way to contact her AND that she essentially got away with your favorite cowboy hat. You aren’t as distraught about your hat as you are about not getting her number, it was a dumbass move from you.

You drag your feet all the way back to your apartment, not knowing that only moments after you left the museum, the girl of your dreams ran back all the way to get your number. And like you, she dragged her feet all the way back to her apartment, sulking and questioning her own intelligence.

Arriving at the bar that evening was strange, you felt almost empty without the girl you’d met earlier that day, no light brown cowboy hat perched atop your head nor a beaming smile. It was weird to everyone around you, you always had that damned hat on, but now it was a completely different one, black with a few white accents.

“What happened to you? It looks like someone ran over your dog.” Your co-worker and best friend Marla asks, placing her hand on your shoulder softly as if you were to break if she did it any harder. Shaking your head, your other friend and co-bartender Jason comes up to rub your back softly, the comfort from both of your best friends loosening you up significantly and soon after you spill everything that had happened up to that point.

They were both smirking at you when you finished up the story, knowing that despite only just meeting the woman in the museum you were already in love.

“So do you have a picture of this goddess who’s making you drop to your knees?” Marla asks you, looking knowingly at your other best friend, who in return wiggles his eyebrows at her. You knew something would happen between them soon, and you’d rather be in hell than to watch it.

“Yeah, just give me a quick sec.” Pulling out your phone, you quickly unlock it and enter the photo app, not needing to scroll as the most recent photo was of her, Lia.

“Girl, are you fucking with me?” You look at the dark skinned girl in confusion, her eyes widening as she realizes that you had no fucking clue who it was you had met. She looks to her ‘boyfriend’ quickly in shock, who looks back at her equally appalled.

“Are you telling me you don’t recognise her?” The moment you shake your head is when the green eyed boy facepalms, not believing your stupidity. “Not at all? You haven’t seen her before.” When you once again shake your head the man sighs in disappointment, all faith in your intelligence practically gone.

“Girl. That is Lia Wälti, you know one of the best midfielders in the country? Arsenal Women’s player.” Now it’s your turn to look shocked, not at all knowing that she was a footballer. All the times you’d gone over to Marla’s house to watch footy, she’d probably been injured.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I didn’t even recognise her.” You lean against the door, sliding your body down until you’re sitting flush on the floor, head in your hands. Jason places his hand on your shoulder, smiling softly at you as he tries to reassure your overwhelmed mind.

“Hey, man, it was probably a good thing that you didn’t recognise her. She knows that you’re not some crazed fan trying to kill her, eh?” Marla’s hand plucks your cowboy hat from your head and runs her fingers through your hair, your shared shift started in mere minutes and yet they were there, comforting you.

“I’m okay, just a bit shell shocked.” They both laugh, pulling you up by your hands and bringing you into a group hug, patting your back before Marla gives you your hat back, smacking both you and Jason’s asses before disappearing out to her office.

“You know, we have an extra ticket to the Arsenal game on Sunday, so I mean if you want to see her again then you’re welcome to join.” You smile at the man’s kindness, telling him that you’ll definitely take him up on his offer. You didn’t have a shift at the bar either way that day so spending it looking for your … well you didn’t really know what it was she is to you. All you know is that you wanted to see her again.

Two days later you find yourself sitting as close to the pitch as you possibly can, waiting for the North London derby to start.

Lia is in the starting lineup, looking determined as she waits for the whistle signaling the start of the game to sound. The shrill noise cuts through the air and the game starts.

It’s physical right from the start, loads of pushing and shoving coming from both sides, red and white. There are a few times where you nearly jump to your feet as Lia gets pushed but the fact that your friends sat there right beside you made you choose not to.

At half time the score is the same as the beginning, nil-nil. Despite not knowing much about football you join in on analyzing the first half of the game, mentioning all the times Lia went down. Marla makes some ‘innocent’ comments about how you’d much rather have her ‘go down’ somewhere else. The blush that overtakes your face is enough for you to blend in with your jersey, the red of the Arsenal shirt the same shade as your face.

When the second half starts, you’re basically on your feet all the way through, cheering loudly when Alessia scores, meaning that the gunners were up one-nil.

It’s particularly hilarious when Lia finally notices you, a pause in the game meaning that she had the time to look around at the fully packed Emirates Stadium. When those eyes you love to gaze into meet yours for the first time since Friday, her face split open in a smile, a smile reaching all the way up to her eyes.

It looks like she has to physically restrain herself so that she doesn’t run over to you, her body shaking slightly as she calmly inches her way towards you, the cheers of the fans around you becoming louder as the player comes closer. Lia tunes them all out though as she looks at you, the only thing cutting through her trance being the whistle signaling the freekick being awarded.

Lia looks back towards you as she walks in the direction of the group of players and you wink at her, even though she’s far away it seems like she saw it, the deep tint of red dusting her face definitely more than exertion from the game.

When the three loud whistles sound throughout the arena, it explodes in cheers as Arsenal manage to keep their one-nil lead and in doing so make London red again. But you don’t even acknowledge the win when there’s a speeding Lia Wälti heading straight in your direction.

She only starts to slow down as she reaches the barrier which separates the fans from the pitch and players, with you standing up behind it to watch her come closer and closer with every quick step she takes.

Lia throws her arms around your torso when she comes close enough, the way that she had been longing for your touch had been driving her crazy in the days since you first met. She also knew that it wasn’t smart to do it all out in the open, fans and professionals alike were probably going to know everything about you within a few days. You didn’t seem to mind though, content with having her in your arms again.

Pulling away from her, you quickly take her face in your hands, looking her over to see if her face was scratched up from all the times she’d met the ground in the game.

“Shit, darling, I think you spent more time on the ground in this game than on your feet. You ought to be more careful.” Your southern drawl is especially thick when you speak to her, the worry you’d experienced the entire game bubbling to the surface.

“I’m perfectly fine, I think you’re forgetting that I do this for a living.” She smiles at you reassuringly and you calm down fully, her hand placed on your arm a sure factor of it. Lia’s head turns to your side, looking directly at your friends who both send her starstruck looks.

“Hi, I’m Lia.” The footballer smiles in their direction and they both remain in their seats, completely unmoving. She looks back to you concerned and in response you just laugh, they were apparently not expecting her to actually greet them. “Are they okay?”

“I think they’re just a bit starstruck.” Gesturing towards their gaping mouths, Marla quickly slaps your hand away from her face, biting at the air to show you that she wasn’t afraid to bite.

“Oh okay, well do you think they want anything signed? I can ask the team, or maybe if you want we can go meet them?” Lia sounds unsure of herself, apparently doubting that her first impression on your friends was good.

“I think that they’d love that sweetheart. But judging from all the looks we’re getting from that same team, I do think they want you back.” You glance towards the women gathered in a clung in the middle of the pitch, all of them staring at you and Lia interacting. She sighs at their slightly invasive culture, but alas there wasn’t anything that she could do about it. When you smile and wave at them, you’re thoroughly amused when every single one of them repeats your actions back to you, some in confusion and some in amusement.

“A guard is going to tell you to follow him, just do as he says and we’ll meet again soon.” By that point the stadium was almost empty, everyone wanting to go home and brag about their team’s win over the archrival. So as Lia walks away from you, you’re totally free to stare at her ass, only stopping when Marla slaps your arm harshly.

“Did that just happen?” Jason asks shakily, running his hand down his face in embarrassment.

“You’re damn right it did.” You laugh at their stupid expressions, their embarrassment clear on their faces. “Well look on the bright side, y’all are going to meet the team.” With that their embarrassment turned into excitement, meeting their favourite athletes quickly turning their mood around.

“Y/n Y/l/n? Come with me and take your friends with you.” Walking around the labyrinth of slinging hallways and narrow paths, you appear in front of the locker room in no time, the loud music escaping the door a clear indicator of the Gunners good match.

“Now just wait out here until they come out, they’ll probably be out in a few.” The guard tells you unbothered, not caring at all that he’s leaving people he doesn’t know outside of the locker room.

“Yes sir.” You speak up clearly, mock saluting him as he disappears down the hallway with a sigh.

“I can’t believe that you’re 28, you act like a 12 year old.” Marla tells you jokingly, leading to you pushing her away from you. In the span of a few seconds both you and Marla find yourselves on the floor, engaging in a wrestling match. It only gets broken up when the sound of the door opening echoes through the hallway, both you and your best friend quickly getting on your feet.

“Nah what’s going on here?” A very amused Irish accented voice escapes the player exiting the locker room, one Katie McCabe staring at you and Marla.

“It was her fault.” You point at Marla so as to gesture that it was her who started it, the woman vehemently denying it.

“So I’m guessing you’re Lia’s cowboy then?” Katie completely ignores the blame game currently going on in front of her as she talks to you. Blushing at being called Lia’s, you quickly start to stutter out an answer.

“I- uhm yeah, I think so?” Laughter coming from behind the Irish woman makes you glance in the direction of the sound. Seeing Leah Williamson of all people is not what you expect, a bit starstruck yourself.

“Of course it’s the cowboy you buffoon, who else would wear a cowboy hat in London? You have to tell me where you bought the one Lia brought home, I need a new one. Mylie-moo chewed mine to filth a couple days ago.” Leah throws her arm around your shoulder as if you’d known each other for years, the woman clearly having heard a thing or two about you.

“Oh well I’ll be sure to bring you one next time I go back to Texas, my buddy Carl, he’s 72 and he makes the most gorgeous hats you can imagine. Last time I visited him I made him an instagram page, I’ll send you the link if you want?” You speak enthusiastically with the England captain, her arm still resting around your shoulders casually. Both Marla and Jason are in a conversation with Katie and Lotte, who just got out of the locker room.

“Important question, so answer me truthfully now, do you like country music?” She looks at you skeptically, trying to deduce if you’re being truthful or not. The question itself makes you roll your eyes playfully, but alas it didn’t surprise you. It was widely known that Leah was quite the country fan.

“Ma’am I grew up in Texas, yeah I’m a country fan. I’d be disowned if I wasn’t.” Leah looks at you like you’re her hero, it was clear to you that she accepted you. The hinges of the door squeak as a few other players exit, namely Lia.

“Lia please let me steal her, she’s perfect.” Leah says jokingly, holding onto your arm softly like she was a little kid. Lia looks at her weirdly, but quickly catches on to the joke, walking over to the two of you.

“I know, that’s why I want to keep her.” Lia wraps her arms around your waist tightly, her newly washed hair curling up into adorable curls, head placed on your shoulder.

“Sharing is caring.” Leah is on the verge of laughter as she talks, the statement a shocking one for sure. It was hilarious though so you also had to keep from laughing.

“I mean I wouldn’t mind-” Lia shoots you a mean glare at your half serious words, and even though it was like being glared at by an adorable kitten, Lia already had you wrapped around her finger. “Actually I’m taken so I don’t think that would work.”

All it takes for you all to break character is a shouted ‘WHIPPED’ coming from one of the players watching the interaction like it was a soap opera, the three of you laughing like it was the last thing you’d do.

“Alright, anyone want a drink? Not to brag but I can make a mean cocktail.” The women all cheer as you ask them, everyone rushing out to get into their cars and get to the bar. Just as you’re about to follow them, someone takes hold of your collar, making it so that you can’t go.

Lia looks back when you don’t follow her but you just wave her off, telling her to go on without you. Turning back, you’re met with all the ‘scariest’ Arsenal players, looking like they’re about to beat you up.

“Listen carefully now, because this will only be said once, if you hurt a hair on her head, do anything to hurt her emotionally, if you do anything wrong that makes her sad, we will not hesitate to take your knees.” It’s Katie that speaks, all the others just nodding intimidatingly, glaring at you.

“I’m going to try my best to make her happy, I know that she deserves the world.” They let up the facade of intimidation at your words, patting your back and pushing you in the direction of the car park. The conversation as you all are walking out of the building is pleasant, when you arrive at the parking lot there are just a couple of cars left.

Both of your best friends had left you to carpool with one of the remaining players, Lia called dibs though the second she looked at you, so it was with her you went.

“They weren’t too scary with you right? I know how they can be.” Lia says over the soft music being played from the radio, some Tyler, the Creator song. You look at her face, she was in deep thought and absolutely adorable.

“Nah, it’s like being threatened by a pair of teddy bears. Let’s just say that I’ve had worse shovel talks.” She giggles as you start to tell her about all the weird shovel talks you’d gotten back in Texas, everything from being threatened with Chinese water torture to being hung upside down from a tree for simply speaking to a girl that wasn’t her.

When the bar comes into sight you see that multiple people have parked their cars right in front of it, telling Lia to just park on the curb.

“Y’all are such dickheads.” You laugh, slapping both Marla and Jason’s heads hard, they left you stranded.

“Well you’ve got a girlfriend now who can drive your broke ass.” Marla shoots back, rubbing her head in pain. You roll your eyes at her dramatic actions, the slap wasn’t that hard.

“One-nil to me then, at least I have someone.” The sibling like banter was normal between you two by now, she was your best friend after all.

“C’mon cowboy, let’s sit down for a little.” Lia’s hand rests on your stomach as you both sit down on the booth, the place to sit being suspiciously small, to the point in which Lia had to throw her legs over your lap to get enough space.

It was nice to sit and talk with the team, they were regular people just like anyone else and it made you glad to see them just relax after a match. The atmosphere was calm, so calm in fact that Lia managed to fall asleep on your shoulder, quiet snores escaping her mouth.

Only moments later you fall asleep too, after having fought sleep for as long as possible. Your head rests on top of Lia’s and the girls think it’s absolutely adorable, some of them taking pictures of you both to send to their group chat.

“I knew being friends with her would pay off.” Jason jokes, thinking naïvely that you were fully asleep, getting a few laughs from the girls in the room. They get startled though as you utter a quick;

“Hey!” In protest, everyone soon laughed at your dramatic reaction to his joke.

Who knew that going to the museum would result in you getting a date?

#woso #woso x reader #arsenal wfc #lia walti #lia walti x reader #woso imagines #woso fanfics

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3lli3l0v3r · 4 months

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sometimes i'll randomly remember ellie's room is an actual garage. but she's made her space so cool and so her, that it doesn't even feel like you're visiting her y'know, in a garage lol. she'd love it when you visited, she'd organize her collectibles, kick all her strewn clothes under her bed, and make it as presentable as she could. but the first time you visited her, maybe you two were newly dating and the feelings and everything was all fresh and new, just blooming, she would be buzzing in anticipation as she waited for the knocks. she'd welcome you in and take a seat at the edge of her bed, fidgeting with her hands as she watched you walk around, inspecting the space. and when you asked her about a specific figurine, or what a poster was, she'd be over the moon excited to explain it to you. it'll be like, her eyes light up and sparkle, and she'd try to keep her cool and calmly explain and tell you about her favorite things, but the way you were looking at her in adoration, head tilted and eyes scanning her, made her stumble over her words and cheeks turn pink. upon realizing, you'd relish this, and pick up an action figure or something else from her shelf, and hand it to her as you move yourself closer to her, purposefully grazing her fingers with your own as you handed her it so she could tell you all about it.

"who's this, els?" "oh this one! she's one of my favorites..."

she'd explain and explain and even though you weren't totally knowledgeable about her interests, she would make sure you're paying attention and listening by glancing right at you, and asking if it makes sense with that familiar raspy tone in her voice we all know and love. and you loooved listening to her talk but to be honest with yourself, you aren't really listening to her words, but your eyes flicker down to her plump lips and you're mesmerized. suddenly needingwanting nothing more in the moment than to press your mouth onto hers. you feel your own cheeks heat up and reach to take the action figure from her hands, forgetting she's still rambling on about it.

sorry els. must do this first.

☆:quick drabble. nothing too fancy, kinda meh actually lmfao but i gotta make myself write something to fight off the writers block. i love thinking up random scenarios (feel free to request something, these blurbs are just the most fun to do i love em..and muchhh less intimidating than full fics lol, but i'll get to those soon enough) and this one feels decently canon i suppose. wish i could visit ellie's garage fr...

#pluto + their pen ☆#ellie williams #ellie tlou #the last of us 2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us 2 #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #lesbian #sapphic #tlou #jackson!ellie #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fluff #drabbles #ellie tlou2 #tlou2

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reader getting a new sports bra and JJ sees her tits pressed together and convinces her to let him fuck her tits

Sports Bra

Pairings: JJ x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fondling, Fucking Tits, Swallowing, Cumming on various places, Oral, Perv-ish JJ, etc.

Summary: JJ sees you in a new outfit and gets a fun idea.

Author's Note: This was written so fast, so I'm sorry for mistakes! This wasn't supposed to be this long 😭 Enjoy!

Moodboard

P!Link

You were just trying to show Sarah the new clothes you bought at the mall today. When you made it back to the chateau, you saw the guys outside with Sarah. You asked if you could show her everything in a little fashion show. Of course she'd let you, but she said to give her a minute and she'll be inside.

The first thing you decided to try on was your new little white athleisure set. It was mainly for tennis and when you go to the gym, but it was so cute. The little skirt hugged your hips perfectly and the sports bra squeezed your tits together so effortlessly. It would definitely be enough support for your extracurricular activities. You heard the front door open and shut then some footsteps following after. Must be Sarah, ready to see your first outfit.

"Hey Sarah! This one makes me look s-" You cut yourself off when you opened the bedroom door, seeing JJ standing in front of you. "Oh uhh hey..Sarah told me to come in and tell you she had a family problem and she had to head out.." His eyes stayed fixed on your chest but you didn't notice. "Damn it. She was supposed to see my outfits!" You said slightly irritated but not mad. "Can you tell me what you think of them Jayj?" You asked trying to catch his attention. "Earth to Maybank?" You wave your hand in front of his face. "Oh uhm yeah, yeah I can do that.." He says with a big sigh. "Great! Okay so what do you think of this one? It's perfect for tennis!" You excitedly announced. "It's perfect to fuck you in.." He murmured, but you heard him. Your cheeks were flooded with a pink tint.

"Wha-what?" You slipped out. "Oh I'm sorry.. it's really nice." He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. "That's not what you said JJ..." You said boldly. "If you heard me..tell me what I said then.." JJ moved closer to you, now staring down at you, inches away. You blushed harder. You knew what he said, but you couldn't repeat it. "That's what I thought..what else did you get?" He asked. You were stunned. The words that wanted to come from your mouth, lodged in your throat.

"I guess you really just want me to fuck you in this skimpy little outfit." He huffed out, causing you to gasp lightly. "Jay-" You stopped yourself. "Actually you know what sounds really fun-" he pauses and reaches for your breasts. A low groan escapes his mouth. "Fucking your tits in this tight ass bra." He starts squeezing your chest. A small moan slipped from your lips as he fondled you. "Jay-" You tried again. "Shhhh, just enjoy it." He silenced you. You closed your eyes and did as he told you.

Your attention was grabbed when JJ spoke again. "You don't need this anymore." A ripping sound popped in the air. Your eyes traveled to his hand that was now holding the tag that used to be stuck to the fabric.

Not long later you were sitting on the bed with JJ slipping his dick upwards, between your tits. "How did I convince you to let me do this?" He asked with pleasure lacing through his words. You shrugged in response, causing a loud groan to escape from JJ. "What?" You snipped. "You made 'em bounce." He hissed. That made you roll your eyes. "Hold 'em together for me." He wasn't asking, definitely telling you to just do it.

JJ began thrusting between your tits. "Mmm fuck..." He sighed. You smirked up at him before tilting your head down and opening your mouth. Before he had time to catch your movements, he thrusted into your mouth. JJ was caught off guard by this and nearly came on the spot. His hand reached for a fistful of your hair and started bobbing your head up and down as he flicked his hips upwards. "Fuck yes..." He was unraveling by the second. You did this to him, just by wearing an outfit that he found attractive. Your tongue swirled around his tip as his dick popped through your boobs.

"Damn it..I'm gonna fucking cum..I'm gonn-ahhh" JJ moaned out, but not fast enough. He released his load into your mouth, on your face, and all over your tits. Your new white sports bra was stained. "Damn it JJ." You cursed as you swallowed. He watched you in awe as your throat moved, not expecting you to swallow. "I'll buy you a new one." He announced not really caring about it or the price. "This is the one I fuck you in from now on." He demanded.

"I can't believe I let you do that." Shaking your head at him after wiping yourself off. "Believe it baby." He said reaching for your bra strap. JJ pulled it back and released it, snapping back on your skin. "Ow!" You swatted at him, making him giggle and run away. As you chased him, he went outside. Guess who just so happened to be there? Sarah was sitting on John B's lap. Suddenly you felt the need to clear your throat.

"Oh heyyy..." Sarah said nervously as she stood in front of you. "You're dead Cameron!" You chased her around the yard. "So worth it by the way...thanks Sarah!" JJ yelled.

#outer banks #jj maybank #rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow x reader #obx fic #obx x reader #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #smut prompts #send anons #send asks #help me find who asked anon #request

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wilted3sunflowers · 9 months

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Pink Pearl: SOLD

Always thought of as a simple minded pearl who honestly to many outsiders never thought she was that great at being a quiet and follow you from behind type. Yet never seemed to be reprimanded much from Zebra Agate whom she was entrusted to. Currently she's thriving in this new Era 3 and on earth in Empire City. She was the one among this group to actually start the whole animal pattern print...kind of. Though technically it could be argued the pattern started with Zebra Agate but Pink Pearl conciously chose leopard print from seeing them on models in store window advertismenet and could not be more interested. On Homeworld theres very little patterns, only really lattice work or stripes of any kind or diamond checkerboard. No one really thought out- no one thought to look to organic beasts for fashion. Humans are so fascinating. Maybe thats what that Rose Quartz truly saw in them. How creative and vibrant they are. Comes with a past form too on toyhouse

Design Notes on Grey and Pink Pearl: Inspired first by Pink pearl's interest in 'animal pattern' which Grey is a pearl who excelled at being 'a pearl' sure she was never the most emotive, sing song-y type of pearl for entertainment yet what Zebra Agate needed was a pearl more of a secretary of keeping things on schedule and taking calls and what not. I also decided for this story a conscious effort that Pearls don't wear patterns. They're not of importance they are here to be simple, more softer colors typically and just to show they're a pearl. not some combination of gem type wearing another gems pattern. Also decided the same of course for Pink pearl for them being simple, run of the mill pearls even if Grey has a bit more to her past design it was only for the more authoritative feel that a pearl might have being under an *Agate* that terrifies Design notes on Pink lace: Due to corruption she is a lot more faded- not just from corruption but because her gem was more like that of the sand gem. Embedded in an object and only ever facing the sun. bleaching her gem of colors with too much exposure. She's a lot more polished in her currently look- i had a design ready for her just out of corruption look but then that would leave Zebra agate without a past form and decided to let the two non pearls without past forms. She of course used to be much more vibrant.

Design Notes on Zebra Agate: purposefully the inverse of typical zebra pattern on her clothes. with white stripes on black you can see that her hair itself is a regular part of black stripes on white like a typical zebra. also her design on her bodysuit is specifically to mimic a ribcage with zebra stripes

Zebra Agate: [Sold] "An Agate Terrifies" That's what Agates do. That's who Agates are. Subjugate those out of line and whip them into shape. They're here to make everyone stay in their proper places and follow rules. However I took her to completely go into the other direction of dealing with rules. The Punk movement appealing to her- if this is Era 3 and there is no need for her job role. Why should she keep trying to force a terrifying agate lifestyle? She may not be the kindest or most sweet Zebra Agate is however sentimental and more thoughtful than many- even pink lace considered her much more cold and rigid to expectations of what used to be common of gem society. While shes not an anarchist she has been delving into punk fashion but also the subculture to help her adjust to her new world and its views. She had always needed to follow rules blind and enforce them but due to the new order change. How else was she to find something that even acknlowedges no structure is perfect and many are flawed- even so her diamonds were flawed. Nothings perfect and nothing is without work to adjust.

Grey Pearl: SOLD A muted personality. What do you do when you used to know everything you were supposed to do? Living not in just a new era but an entire new world where you're allowed a lot more freedom that you never actually craved before. She's known Pink Pearl for thousands upon thousands of years and while there are some feelings of envy she would consider Pink Pearl to be her only friend. It's a complex mix of emotions like anyone would have especially towards Zebra Agate and the peculiar softness she seems to have for Pink Pearl that she has with no one else. Whilst never treated harshless it always was more of a cold wall from Zebra Agate that Grey Pearl felt. That this was strictly business relationship. Agate never even asked her to sing or dance- two components that make a pearl a pearl in many's eyes. Yet she's asked Pink Pearl to sing for her, and never stopped her from dancing without being asked. Grey Pearl may not have much of a relationship with Faded Pink Lace however she almost projects a sense of kinship of feelings left behind with her. In fact it was after Pink Lace Agate came back with those curated corruption spots that she decided to have some own markings herself. Humans have tattoos and while she can't get a traditional tattoo from humans she herself worked to get those marks on herself. She was the last one in the group to reform to this new Human lifestyle. Comes with a past form too on toyhouse

(Faded) Pink Lace: SOLD During the gem war she of course fought for homeworld and even was was part of the last charge. Of course, while she is more of the carefree type even she could see the dangers. Zebra was part of the task to pull out more of the aristocrats and Pink Lace part of the ground troops. Anything could happen so just as a precaution she sent her pearl away to Zebra Agate. Honestly, she expected that terrifying Agate to reset Pink Pearl for herself. It was a peculiar feeling for Pink Lace recognizing her pearl- even if it took only a moment before her Pearl recognized her. All so unevenly spotted and with sharp spiked growths coming out of her. She was a mess...Just how Zebra Agate used to scold her about. Her pearl still so lively and a bit oblivious to others feelings but even now so creative- such unique spots on her dress...theyre not even diamond shaped. Pink Lace at least knows to go with the flow of things but a good deal perceptive.

#steven universe #fangem #fangem adopt #adopt #my art

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shayyprasad · 1 month

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intellectual | peter parker

summary: you overhear something you weren't supposed to, but it shouldn't have been said in the first place. in result, you can't help but wonder if peter wants something different.

warnings: implied smut, mentions of sex, insecurity, use of y/n

pairing: bimbo!reader x frat!peter

word count: 3.0k+ words (my longest fic yet-)

a/n: in no way is use of "bimbo" meant to be a patriarchal stereotype. please do not take it offensively, this is a work of fiction.

M.LIST | RULES/REQUESTING | ABOUT ME

peter was totally smitten by you. really, he was. after all he's been through, it was kind of nice having someone who adores him as much as he does, even if you are... a tad bit dim-witted.

while he grew up surrounded by death, trauma, and more, you were raised sheltered, hidden away from all the bad things. and even though peter's been through some shit, he finds it to hold you so gently, like the pretty thing you are, as if you were stained glass; fragile, but so beautiful.

when he's holding you, all his soft, brown eyes can focus on are how your soft, manicured hands wrap around his rough, calloused ones. you're always careful not to hurt him with your acrylics.

even though you can be slow at times, it's almost impossible not to admire the way your clothes always hug your curves, glossed lips pulled into a pretty pout.

peter could have just about any girl he wanted on campus, but he didn't want any of them.

he wanted you, and only you.

maybe it's because you were different, and no, not in dim-witted nature. but because of how soft you were. you didn't know, and even if you did, understand the horrors he wittnessed out there everyday.

you were protected by a little (very pink) bubble that you lived in, so when he came home to you, it felt as if he was in a different world altogether. you were so damn good at distracting peter, and you didn't even know it.

you were in your own dorm room, watching a silly rom-com while peter was with his friends, he told you not to wait up for him, given that he would be up 'til the early hours of the morning. but you decided that peter and his goodnight kisses were slightly more important than your beauty sleep.

slightly.

you furrowed your neatly shaped eyebrows at something that one of the characters said, tilting your head.

ram-i-fic-a-tion? you thought, humming. pulling out your phone, you googled the word.

noun plural noun: ramifications

a consequence of an action or event, especially when complex or unwelcome. "any change is bound to have legal ramifications"

"legal ram-i-fic-a-tions?" you wondered aloud.

you skimmed the rest of the definitions, still confused. surely peter wouldn't mind if you gave him a quick ring? so you went ahead in did that, letting the sound echo in the room.

when he didn't pick up, you frowned.

"ummm..." you trailed off, calling one of his friends, spencer, instead. you weren't a stranger to him, but more of a mutual. after all, your roommate was dating him. actually, you'd ask alyssa, your roomie, but she wasn't here.

much to your happiness, spencer did pick up. "hiii, spence."

"y/n?" he said, slurring slightly.

"what does, like, ram-i-fic-a-tion mean?" you asked, careful to enunciate.

spencer was aware of... how your brain worked, and he wasn't a jerk about it (unlike some people). he was one of peter's closer friends, so you felt comfortable around him.

"ramification? oh, uh, it's like a consequence."

you frowned dumbly, "to what?"

"to an action. if you don't study for the final, you might not do well. that's a consequence to your action. a ramification."

"oh. oh! okay. thank you!"

he didn't disconnect right away, and you could hear one of his frat brothers, you were unsure who, talking. and of course, you strained your ears to listen.

"it doesn't get annoying or anything?"

you heard peter's voice come next, and instantly perked up. "what?"

"dude, be so for real. she's hot, but like, as dumb as a third grader. do you have to talk to her like that too?" he laughed.

oof, you thought, sucks to be whoever it was they were talking about.

"sometimes. she's good in bed, though."

wait. he was talking about you. your jaw dropped. i mean, you were stupid, but not this stupid. so this is what "saturday night with the boys" was all about?

you heard collective laughing. you did stupid things sometimes, but never had the mental compacity to be embarrased by them. this, though? this was different.

you trusted peter.

he was the only person who never, ever, spoke to or about you like that. in fact, it was one of the reasons you'd grown to like him so much. because he was patient, he was kind, and never did he once judge you.

well, that's what you thought.

but you were dumb enough to think that just because he never spoke about it to you, he never spoke about it all.

you immediately disconnected the call, dropping your phone. trying to focus back on the movie, you nibbled on a piece of popcorn.

but you just couldn't get over it. did it bother him?

all the questions? the dim-witted stupidity? all the pink?

reluctantly, you glanced the hot pink bowl that held your snack.

you didn't mean to be so... like that. you were just being yourself. did peter not like you being yourself? no, no, of course not. if he didn't, then why would he be with you?

a little voice in the back of your head rang out; "because you're good in bed."

maybe it wouldn't hurt to try and raise your iq?

you turned off the tv, hot pink popcorn bowl forgotten. alyssa wouldn't mind if you borrowed something, right?

you opened her room door, walking over to her bookself. wrinkling up your nose, you scanned her shelf. how could someone like reading so much?

it was so... gross.

oh, well. maybe peter was into intellectuals. and you had better become before he left you for someone like that.

your eyes paused at a book titled "the hobbit".

"what's a... hobbit?" you asked, not to anyone in particular. you skipped it, looking at her other ones.

"'twisted love', 'the fault in our stars'... what'd the stars do?" picking up the book, you read the back. "huh," you remarked, putting it back.

instead, you grabbed a couple self-help books, struggling to hold them with your acrylic nails, which, of course, were bright pink... accentuated with big charms; bows and hearts.

you went back over to your room, dumping them on your bed. checking your nails again, you drummed them against your palm to make sure they were intact.

you started reading the first one, curling up in a blanket, but you kept getting distracted. every five seconds, you look up to make sure your lashes were still in place, or that your skin wasn't to shiny, or that your hair was still perfect. and to be honest, you didn't really understand any of it.

like, who actually had the patience to read through all of it? how could a book cure all your crap?

and why would you read a book to feel better, when you could go to a spa, or a shopping spree.

credit cards were invented for a reason.

but you powered through, at the very least, you skimmed the words. there was no way you could read it word for word. but you wanted to try... for peter.

you wanted him to stick around, to love you, but not superficially. not for sex.

you stayed up until 1:30 (mostly reading, and you still didn't understand how people did this for fun), but didn't call peter. you'd talk to him tomorrow, maybe. first, you needed to get your facts straight. eventually, you got ready for bed.

this included showering, taking off your makeup, putting your hair in rollers, and your fifteen-step skincare routine.

you may have been half asleep, but you'd never skip a step.

peter came over around noon monday, when neither of you had classes. "jeez, babe," he groaned, you in his lap, "i've got so much to do. seriously, i'm never gonna get it done."

you twirled your hair, appearing nonchalant, "your mindset is either your best friend, or worst enemy."

you kept your eyes trained on your phone, waiting for peter to respond. looking up, you saw him blink. "uh... yeah. that was- that was very... un-y/n-like."

to be honest, you didn't even know what the saying meant. you just memorized it from your book. "was it dumb?"

"no, it was smart," peter replied, kissing your hairline.

"i'm normally dumb?" you asked, tearing up. lips pouted, voice moist, you made eye contact with him. you knew you were a little slow, but dumb? really?

"no! that's not what i meant. it just sounded- well, i- cause you never say stuff like that. you're my smart, pretty girl."

"oh, okay," you said, your nails tracing the curve of his back. you pecked him on the lips, but he brought you back for a longer kiss.

you giggled as he flipped your positions, peter on top.

"can i show you just how pretty you are?"

he didn't have to ask twice.

you were in the dining hall, sitting with some of your friends, mixed with some of peter's.

they were talking as you picked at your salad, leaning into peter.

"ugh," sarah, you kind-of friend started, "my boss gave me a premotion."

"what the fuck are you complaining about?" alyssa scoffed.

"because! it means that i have to do more...! like, i'll have to get up earlier. i dunno if i'll take it. it's cooler than the one i have now, but but it's not as comforting."

you spoke up, completely confident, "commit to change. either embrace the challenge of pursuing your destiny or shy way and live in regret."

collective "oohs" and "damns" were heard around the table, and you reveled in it.

"okay, girl, you go."

"parker, when did your girlfriend get a braincell upgrade?" you looked at peter, waiting for him to shoot something back, but he didn't. you frowned slightly, going back to the salad.

it went on like that, you would pipe in and offer self-help advice (not really knowing what it meant) hoping for peter's attention. sometimes you got it, and sometimes you didn't.

it was fine, you wanted him to notice you. after all, you weren't reading for fun. you were doing it for him, so... just, like, notice already.

you'd been focusing so much on the self-help books, your nails had grown out, leaving space between your nail bed and acrylics. deciding to take some time away from the books and all their un-understandable wisdom, you wanted to paint your nails.

nothing to big, but more simple. you were finding it hard to turn the page with the large charms on the acrylics you normally had to.

you found some 100% acetone in your bathroom, so you soaked your nails, waiting for the acrylics to come off. once they got loose enough, they came off easily.

you did some prepping, then picked out two different shades of pink. you were about to start when you heard two long knocks, then two short ones.

(it was peter's special knock, so you'd always know when it was him.)

"come in!" you called out, and you saw a head of fluffy brown hair peek in.

"hey," he said, slipping in your room.

"hi, petey!"

he came up from behind you, hugging your waist. "whatcha doing?"

you opened a bottle of nail paint, "painting my nails."

"cute colors," he kissed your cheek, and you leaned in.

"right? pink is so pretty," you gushed.

"what are these?" peter asked, and you looked over curious as to what he was talking about.

"oh, just, like, lyss' books."

"yeah, but why're they in here?" he read the back of one, raising a brow.

you continued painting your nails, trying to appear chill. "i was reading them."

he seemed to do a double-take, and you frowned, "what?"

"nothing- nothing, i just..."

"i know how to read," you said, shoulders sagging. "i'm smarter than a third-grader," you didn't catch the slip-up, but he did.

that caught him off guard there, "what?"

"what?" looking up, you finally met his eyes.

"you said you- well, yeah, i know. you just don't-" he paused, "self-help books didn't seem like your thing is all. oh, is that why've you been saying all that?"

"saying what?"

"all the-" he didn't want to hurt your feelings, but if he was right, he already had. "the, um, advice?" he stammered. peter didn't trip over his words often, and you knew that.

you were sure that he knew that you knew, but you weren't sure if he knew for sure.

you shrugged, "doesn't it sound smart?"

"no, yeah, it does." he's treading very carefully. it was quiet for a brief moment; "did you hear?"

"hear what?"

"the... the comment i made?"

"oh, that one about me being stupid, but good in bed?" you said it so casually, as if it didn't bother you at all.

but it did. he knew it did.

he sighed, "i'm really sorry, baby."

"for what?"

"for saying that."

"no, you're sorry you got caught. you wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it."

"i didn't- i was drunk," peter tried again.

"drunk words are sober thoughts," something else you read, you aren't sure where.

he was starting to get really nervous. he didn't know what was going through your head, normally he had a good idea, but it wasn't anything like this. it didn't seem like you hated him, but he wasn't about to take advantage.

"no, i-"

"it's okay. i'm working on it," you said, trying to make him feel better. as if you were the one who'd messed up, not peter. the idea itself was insane to him, and it only made him feel worse.

"angel," peter started, "this is not your fault. please don't make it your fault. i'm the one who messed up, and what i said was not okay. it was a stupid, drunk joke, and i shouldn't said it."

you blew on your nails, blinking back your tears. mascara, the good stuff, was expensive. you looked up, shocked to see tears in his eyes. you don't think you've ever seen him cry before. well, maybe once, when you watched "titanic" with him.

peter wasn't one to get emotional, he still denied ever crying over that movie.

"it's okay," you repeated again. you were dumb, you knew that. it really wasn't his fault, you shouldn't have pushed him to feel like that.

"but it's not. and i know you know that, please tell me what i can do to make it better."

"but-"

"no, it's not," he said sternly, "and i cannot stress that enough. i'm really sorry, baby."

you capped the polish, you didn't know what to say. it wasn't your fault? okay, fine.

maybe he was right.

"i got really upset," you admitted.

"i know, baby," the tears are falling, he quickly wipes them away.

"did you really mean it?"

"no, no, no, of course not. i absolutely love you the way you are, and you shouldn't have to change yourself for anyone- especially not for me."

"so you don't think i'm only good for sex?"

"baby, no, baby, no!" baby, he used that word for affection; when he was guilty, trying to prove something to you... in this case, how sorry he was. "you are good for so many other things," he paused, "okay, that didn't sound great."

he took a deep breath, taking your freshly painted hands in yours, "don't mess up the polish," you warned, even though you were tearing up.

peter smiled slightly, that meant you weren't too upset, right? that he hadn't fucked everything up by great means?

"i haven't ever met someone like you, who loves me the same back. and i don't mean generally, but romantically. lots of people can't put up with me," he started, "but you do, and jesus, baby, i'm so greatful for that- and you," peter added.

"you are the bright pink light of my life. you're so different from other girls i've been with, you see me. you don't look at me, you see me. like, okay, maybe you aren't the greatest at math, but you don't have to be a s.t.e.m. genius to be smart."

peter was getting raw, he was getting vunerable. "i don't know how to use a curling iron for the life of me, i don't know the difference between mascara and eyeliner. well, i do, but i didn't before you."

you looked at him, opening your mouth to speak. you wanted to tell him he'd lost you somewhere along the line, but figured it was important for him to get this out.

"you've got a different mindset than me, and i love that. you're the biggest feminist i've ever met, and wait until you meet may. i think it's interesting that your entire personality doesn't revolve around your degrees and resumes, because, god, people like that are annoying. most of all, you're confidence is amazing. i never had anything like that in high school."

you knew that he was a nerd, kept his head down, shoulders sagging. "i just... i'm sorry. i don't know why i said it. i'm a huge insecure jerk that thinks he can get away with crap by projecting it onto his lovely, amazing, wonderful girlfriend. you're my favorite person, and i can't help but think you'll leave me one day. i thought that if i acted like i didn't care... i don't know. i- i don't... i'm sorry."

you took moment, that's the longest he's ever spoken to you, but he wasn't done, apparently.

"also, i don't care about sex. i mean, it's nice and whatever, but what's the point of it if i don't have you. what i'm trying to say is, i'd pick you over that any day, okay? it doesn't matter to me. i'm not with you for that."

"thank you," you said, it seemed appropriate. basically, he just compliented you a whole lot, and it worked; you seem to have a thing for praising. "and i forgive you. also, i hated those stupid books, and if they weren't, like, alyssa's, i'd burn them."

you shuddered, "i can't believe i read them."

"really?" peter asked, hopeful. you kissed away a stray tear, looking into his wet eyes. "we're okay?"

"we're so okay," you paused, "but you have to watch bridgerton with me."

he groaned, "fine." (you knew he liked it, he just wouldn't ever admit to it.)

"wait, so just checking, you aren't into, like, intellectuals or whatever?"

"i'm into you," he said, "whether or not you idenify as one."

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sodamnradd · 2 months

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Hermione emerged from Harry’s closet wearing nothing but his blazer.

“You know he’s never going to buy that.”

She unclasped her clip and ruffled her hair in the mirror, pinched her cheeks, slapped them until they pinked. Bit her lips. Pinched her thighs so they would bruise.

“Quick.” She pushed her hair to the side and tilted her head. “Give me a hickey.”

“No.” Harry reeled back.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a very big deal and I’m not—”

“Harry James Potter, put your mouth on my neck right now.”

“If Malfoy actually believes I did that to you, he’s going to…” he trailed off, because he didn’t know how Malfoy was going to react. But it would not end with a pat on the back and a ‘congratulations’. “I work with the guy.”

“Traitor.” Hermione rumpled the bedsheets.

“He’s not coming into my room.”

She ignored him.

“Just tell him you want to get back together.”

She hurled a pillow at his chest.

The sound of the fireplace made them freeze.

“Stop it, Harry!” Hermione started to giggle, making a soft, sultry moan Harry never wanted to hear from her mouth again.

“Potter?” Footsteps echoed down the hallway. Years of pure-blood etiquette made Malfoy one of the most well-behaved men Harry knew, so it was extremely out of character when he threw the door open, uninvited.

Malfoy came face to face with Hermione.

She swept her curls from her eyes and plastered on a freakishly convincing look of surprise.

Malfoy’s cold eyes darted from Hermione, semi-dressed. To Harry, who, luckily, was fully clothed and only slightly flushed from embarrassment.

He asked tightly, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” she said at the same time Harry replied, “She’s trying to make you jealous.”

She glowered at him.

But Harry was looking at Malfoy. Noting the betrayal in his eyes. “She thinks you slept with someone. That’s why she’s been acting like this. I swear I didn’t touch her.”

“Harry!” Hermione cried.

Malfoy seemed torn, but he knew Harry well, and Hermione even better. The devastation on his face morphed into concern. “Granger?”

Hermione looked away, shoulders bunching up, arms crossed.

“Talk to me,” he pleaded.

She shot him a deadly look, and Harry was relieved not to be on the receiving end of it for once.

“I saw you go into that senator’s suite. Her hands were on you. Grabbing your tie, dragging you inside. She shut the door… You…” Her voice caught. “Came back hours later. Showered. Tried to… touch me."

Realising the truth, Harry opened his mouth to correct her assumptions, but Malfoy beat him to it. “You were gone the next morning because you thought—”

“I knew.”

“You thought,” he corrected her. “I slept with someone else and crawled back to you afterwards?”

She shrugged. “Older women have a certain allure. I saw how she looked at you.” She clutched Harry’s blazer, as if realizing how ridiculous she looked.

But Malfoy didn’t seem to find her ridiculous at all. His gaze raked down her chest, lingered on the swell of her breasts, her bare legs. “You have no idea how you… That you believed I would ever… When you’re…”

Harry had never witnessed Malfoy tongue-tied before.

“I know what I saw.” Hermione stepped back as Malfoy stepped forward.

“That woman was my assignment,” Harry interjected, even though they weren’t supposed to talk about open cases. But Hermione needed answers and Malfoy was useless. “I asked Malfoy to pretend he was spending the night with her as a safety precaution. He didn’t want to do it. But I was desperate.”

“I occasionally grant Potter favours. Though now I will expect many in return.” He shot Harry a telling look. “For a bloody long time.” Great.

Malfoy approached Hermione again, and this time she let him. He touched her cheek. So gentle, Harry wondered if Malfoy had been Polyjuiced. “There’s no one else, Granger. Ever.”

Hermione shut her eyes. Leaned into his palm. Malfoy lifted her chin. Stroked her hair. Murmured something against her lips. She kissed him. His hand trailed up her thigh. Beneath the blazer.

Harry shut the door behind him, making a mental note to ask Kreacher to change the sheets later and set the blazer on fire. He grimaced when he heard the bed squeak.

The first of many favors he now owed Draco sodding Malfoy.

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manyaccidents · 3 months

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"All done cutie, you can go back to coloring now" said Alyssa as she finished doing the last tape on my fresh diaper.

"But it's no fair!" I whined, all too aware of how childish I sounded. Trying my best to come across more mature, and wanting to be taken seriously, I continued in a slight huff "I don't even need a babysitter. I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself". The situation I found myself in painted the opposite picture, but I was still trying desperately to hold onto the few last crumbs of dignity I had left, and even those were quickly slipping out of my grasp.

"Oh you're a big girl?" Alyssa said with a hint of a smile. "I'm so sorry sweetheart, I didn't realize. Tell you what, why don't you explain to me why you're a big girl who can take care of herself. If you are able to convince me, I'll convince your Daddy for you!"

Excitement bubbled up within me. Finally! A chance to get out of this! But almost as soon as the feeling came, it was replaced by one of unconfident apprehension. "What am I even supposed to say now?" I thought to myself, starting to panic. I had to say something, Alyssa was waiting. I couldn't waste this opportunity.

"um.." I started "well you see, um...".

I was totally blanking. I swear I had good reasons, but now that they were actually being put to the test they sounded substantially more flimsy and not thought through.

"It's alright darling, take a deep breath and begin from the top" Alyssa instructed comfortingly. This was not starting off well.. I took a shaky breath. The stakes were too high, I couldn't mess this up.

"um.. so well.. first I can.." - why was it so hard to think of something?? I stood there desperately trying to think of at least one thing I could say, aware that every second that passed was making my reward less likely. My heart was pounding and my thoughts racing. Without giving it any thought, desperate to at least say something, I blurted out the first thing that popped into my mind.

"I can eat meals by myself!"

A look of slight incredulity could be seen on Alyssa's face but she stayed quiet, waiting for me to continue.

"Um.. and I can... help with laundry! And cleaning up my room! And... I can even use the microwave and toaster by myself! I've been practicing! And... I can take care of my pets!" I finished in a rush.

Alyssa nodded her head slowly. "That's quite a list you've got there cupcake, but I just want to ask you a few questions about it okay? I just want to make sure I understand"

I swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear and hope in my stomach. "Okay..." I managed to squeak out.

"Great!" Alyssa smiled warmly. "Now, let's see. First off, can you tell me which meals can you eat by yourself? The ones that are already cut up in bite sized pieces?"

Her question caught me off guard, and I felt a twinge of panic. I knew I had to be careful not to say anything that would give away too much. "Um, well, s-sometimes it's c-cut up..." I stammered, trying to think of an answer that wouldn't make me sound too incompetent. "I mean, I can eat some meals by myself, like macaroni and cheese or chicken nuggets.."

Alyssa smiled at me "Thank you sweetie I think I understand now. Alright, next question; Have you ever done the laundry by yourself?"

I took a deep breath before answering. "Well, I helped Daddy put clothes in the washing machine and dryer a few times, and last time I did it all by myself!" Raising her eyebrows, Alyssa replied

"Your Daddy told me about that.. He said there were soap suds everywhere and that a certain someone used a little too much soap" I looked away, not wanting her to see how pink my face was getting. She chuckled, continuing "Well, I'm sure your Daddy was very proud of you for trying at least. Now, let's talk about cleaning your room. Do you clean it every day or just when you're told?"

I shifted uncomfortably. "Um, well... "I try to keep it clean, bu-" Alyssa nodded, seeming to accept this as my answer. "And what about taking care of your pets?"

Finally confident in one of my answers I proudly state

"I pet them and I play with them all the time!! And they go outside and I watch them to make sure they are ok!"

"It sounds like you love them very much, but do you feed them, clean their litter box, and give them fresh food and water every day?" Alyssa inquired, already knowing the answer.

I felt a pang of guilt. "Well... um... I usually just play with them... but I thought that was taking care of them isn't it..?"

Alyssa smiled sweetly "So those are the reasons you think you're a big girl? You think you'd be okay by yourself for a few hours?"

I nodded shyly, looking at my feet.

"Well, I'm not quite convinced sweetie. Can you use the stove by yourself? Or the oven? Alyssa asked, her tone gentle but firm. "And what about changing your diapers? We wouldn't want someone's wet diapee to give them a rash right?" I felt my face flush even more. "I... um... I don't really know how to d-do those things..." I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Alyssa nodded, her expression sympathetic. "I know, and it's okay honey, I understand. You're still just a little girl, and there's a lot you don't know how to do yet. But that's why you have a babysitter here to help you when Daddy's not around, okay?"

I wanted to argue, but though I didn't want to admit it to myself, her words rang true. I looked down at my lap, the infantile garment stark proof of Alyssa's assessment.

Alyssa, noticing my silence, gently took my hand in hers. "I know it's hard to accept, sweetheart, but you're still just a little girl, and that's okay! Don't be in such a rush to grow up, being an adult is so boring... I know! Why don't I make us some popcorn and put on your favorite movie until your Daddy comes home, how does that sound?" Alyssa suggested animatedly, already knowing how easily my attention is diverted.

"Tangled?!" I squealed excitedly, forgetting everything temporarily. "Yeah, that sounds like fun!" I beamed up at Alyssa and ran to the living room to get ready, forgetting my skirt in my excitement.

Alyssa shook her head, smiling. "A big girl indeed.."

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callmelola111 · 10 months

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my summer of you ♡ part one

✄ - - - - part 1 , part 2 - - - - inspo track ⭑ till there was you

synopsis: being sent to your grandparents for the summer was supposed to be a punishment, but when you came face-to-face with your neighbor, you knew it’d be quite the opposite.

| 𓆣 | pairing & wc: loser!ellie williams x neighbor!reader. wc: 4k

| ❀ | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, sexual themes but no smut (yet), mentions of religion, tense family relations, perv!ellie makes an appearance, mostly cute fluff moments with a tad bit of angst

a/n: i’ve literally wrote and rewrote so many different fic ideas, it actually was driving me insane. but finally here’s something i’m somewhat satisfied with. this will be a 2 part series so no crazy long wait, and ofc there will be smut. lollipop bit was definitely inspired by the movie hot summer nights except gay and no timothee chalamet jump scare. love you all dearly ♡~ lola

Your 2 vintage suitcases, bursting at the seams, fell to the sidewalk with a thud as you stood in front of your new home for the summer. It was an older house with light blue paneling on the sides, an expansive green lawn, and a wrap-around porch, all surrounded by a classic white picket fence.

Bolting out the front door was the most eager old woman you’d ever seen. Your sweet, sweet grandma. She wrapped you in the biggest embrace and the smell of old Chanel perfume and Jergens lotion overwhelmed your senses. The old woman continued crying out your name pestering you with 1,000 kisses. You erupted in a giggle, expressing the same sentiments of love.

The reason for your stay was less heartwarming. After you had wrapped up your first year at university, your overbearing and uber religious parents caught wind of some of the stuff you were up to while there. In their words, you were “impulsive”, “wreckless”, and “just plain stupid”. But in all actuality, you had just smoked some weed, got wasted, and hooked up with some girls.

Nothing too crazy considering it was your first year of freedom, but of course they flipped and decided banishing you to your grandparents for the summer would be best. And although you were less than ecstatic about them being angry with you, the resulting consequence left you anticipating the perfect summer. I mean come on… a gorgeous old house, right by the beach, home cooked meals, and no one to bother you. How could you not get excited?

✄ - - - - ♡ - - - -

Soon, you find yourself strolling along hot sidewalks of the small beach town, wandering into every little place that piques your interest. The first was an antique mall. You ventured through the heaps of knick knacks, furniture, and clothes, finally landing on the sweetest tea cup. It was delicate ivory with a thinly curved handle. Painted on the front; a pair of kittens adorned in pink ribbon. You then stumbled into a 50’s themed sweets shop where you purchased a single cherry flavored lollipop which landed in your mouth as soon as you walked out the door. And finally, you came across a quaint bookshop that was practically begging for you to come inside.

Pushing the old wooden door open you entered, followed by a small melodic bell announcing the new presence. This caught a young individual's attention. Revealing her collection of freckles and short auburn hair, the girl looked up from behind the mahogany counter to greet you. The employee's smile was adorably toothy and the evening sun leaking through the windows made her practically glow. Your eyes remained locked on the girl's face for a little longer than you’d like but it was worth every second.

Candy in hand, you toured the towering shelves of tattered books and baskets of old magazines, not really knowing what you were looking for. And still considerably distracted by the dreamy woman manning the front desk. That is until a loud creak of the floorboards stole you from your reverie and left you face to face with the culprit of these thoughts.

“Hi- uh, did you need help finding anything today?” she questioned, giving you a slow look up and down.

“Hmm I’m not sure yet,” you took a long pause to regain a little sense of decorum, “Got any recommendations for me Ellie?” Her eyes went wide in confusion before you gestured to the silver plate pinned to her shirt, pointing out the obvious. “Your nametag hun.”

“Oh, right” she looked down sheepishly at the pet name, “Ummm let me think…” Her voice trailed off again and you popped the sticky, red lollipop back in your mouth to fidget with as she took a beat to think. After compiling a few books in her mind Ellie opened her mouth to speak but god was it hard. Your intent sucking had her in a trance.

“I think you-you’d probably- like…” Ellie wanted to keep talking, she really did, but your plump lips engulfing the red little ball was extremely distracting. She watched as your spit pooled at the upturned corners of your mouth and coated the hard candy. Every thought she had left her except what her lips would look like wrapped around something else. You took note as her pupils slowly dilated at the simple action and decided to have some fun with the awkward girl who you’d obviously left in a trance.

“Did you want a taste?” Ellie took some hard blinks in disbelief and some reproach, not realizing how conspicuous her stares must have been.

“Uh- like of your…” She pointed and you hummed in confirmation, holding the thin white stick at its base, hovering the candy just inches from her mouth.

“Come onnn, I don’t bite… not unless you want me to.” Ellie’s quick and hot breaths of anticipation tickled the little hairs on your knuckles and you knew exactly what you were doing to her. Eventually she dove into your sweet offer. First with a flat tongue, then her whole mouth closing in on it. The crimson disappeared into her cavity and you twisted at the stick connected, sending an odd sensation across Ellie’s tongue. You quickly snatched it back out and plumpted it back in between your own red stained lips, leaving the girl a flustered mess.

“So what about that book?” you inquired, voice laced with a preformative innocence.

She shook her head to focus, “Uh- right, how about The Bell Jar? Sylvia Plath?”

“That’s actually perfect. It’s been on my list for months now. Which shelf?”

“If you want… I uh, actually have a copy that you can borrow for free.”

“Actually yeah, I’d love that. Thank you.” You gave Ellie a warm smile that sent millions of butterflies through the pits of her stomach, and honestly yours too. She then disappeared to the back with a flash of her green eyes before returning holding a small book bursting with colored tabs.

“Here- I like to annotate,” she chuckled bashfully, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Even better.” Ellie blushed at every word you spoke, sending a nervous hand back to scratch at her neck. “Well, thank you for this. I do have to get home but um- I promise to return it as soon as I’m done.” You shook your clasped hands at her like a praise and departed leaving nothing but a trace of your luscious perfume.

Ellie remained awestruck, replaying that whole scenario back again and saving it for later. Selfishly she wished for you to finish the book in just one night. She couldn't help but miss your pretty face already. And after being the only thing on her mind for the rest of the night, she wasn’t sure how long she could wait to see you again.

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That evening after Ellie’s shift she retreated to her bedroom with plans to remove you from her thoughts. Controller in hand, she maneuvered through some first person shooter game but lost every round due to her lack of focus. This was frustrating and she went to light some incense hoping to clear her head with a different approach. The brown, bergamot scented stick caught fire before cherrying at the end leaving a trail of smoke behind. Ellie followed it with her eye’s, gaze passing by her window and quickly retreating back as she spotted something out of the ordinary.

The neighbor's familiar window positioned right across from her own was usually shrouded in curtains, hiding the empty bedroom. But today she could see right in, and even better, there was someone just behind the glass. She inched in closer to get a better look and watched as the girl lay on her bed, ass up, feet kicking in the air. Ellie assumed she was talking on the phone from observing her bouts of giggles, but it was hard to tell. Even harder to decipher was who this mystery woman was. Every little mannerism felt oddly familiar and it was driving Ellie crazy. Could you just get off the phone already and turn around?

Yes, you. Who eventually wrapped up the call with your best friend where you had spent 30 minutes gushing about the 5 minute interaction you had with Elllie. “I just have to have her!” you raved through the telephone line, “in fact, I neeeddd her!!”

Night had completely fallen at this point and as so you rolled out of your lying position and peeled off your shirt to change into pjs. You did it right in front of the window too, unknowingly giving Ellie a show.

Next door, the girl's jaw was slack and bottom lip red from her harsh bite. Ellie stared lustfully at your soft seeming skin and gorgeous curves. After getting a better glimpse of your face she knew exactly who you were. And once your top started coming off there was no chance she was looking away now. That is… until she got caught.

As soon as you saw a flash of freckles across the way you dashed to the window almost getting a rug burn from the maneuver. With tits out, (well in a sheer lace bra, so practically out) you slide open the white trimmed aperture and give Ellie the most eager wave, shouting her name along with it. The girl could barely pull herself together as she hesitantly opened up her own window. Was Ellie about to get exiled for being a perv or were you feeling forgiving tonight?

“Ellie?! What the fuck?? Didn’t think I’d be seeing you so soon!!” You shouted with excitement like a child on Christmas.

“Hi-” she halted her greeting, “wait, I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh, it’s ____”

“S’pretty name… I’m glad to see you again.”

“Oh I bet you are. Saw you watching me change Els.” Really you didn’t mind, but something about teasing her got you off.

“Fuck- no, no. I- I wasn’t trying to, just was getting a better look to see if it was actually you. Please don’t be mad, I really am sorry!” You had left her a stuttering mess.

“No need to say sorry,” with a bat of your eyelashes you eased her worries, “you liked what you saw… right?”

The girl squirmed, “Uhh…”

“It’s okay, you can say yes Ellie.” And she quickly did, making the cockiest smirk grow on your face. But, you weren’t an easy girl and you planned to tantalize Ellie with subtle passes until the both of you could hardly resist. So you quickly retreated, wishing Ellie a good night before sealing the window and swiping the curtains shut.

The girl was left a hot mess after it all but trust and believe she had a good night. One with her hands between her thighs and your newly learned name falling from her lips.

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The next morning you catch the emerald-eyed girl outside mowing her lawn and take this as the perfect opportunity to play some more mind games.

Slipping into the skimpiest bikini you could find, you scampered into the front yard “to tan”. The green lawn tickled the bottoms of your bare feet before you laid out a red and white striped towel to lounge on. Stomach down, facing towards Ellie, the sun beamed on the expanse of your back. Heart shaped sunglasses hugged your face and shielded your eyes as you admired the pretty girl.

She was dressed in some long cut-off jorts and a black wifebeater tank. A newly lit cigarette hung from her mouth carelessly. You loved the way her pec would flex with each push and pull of the mower. Lines of sweat racing down her arms and neck, illuminating every small vein. And god, when she tilted her head up to exhale a puff of smoke, it drove you wild.

Your presence had not gone unnoticed though and neither had your cherry printed swim bottoms that were riding up your cheeks. Ellie continued mowing the lawn but was essentially butchering it, too busy staring at you out of her peripherals. She continued passing over the same barren spots of grass over and over, trying to get a better look of the angel laying just on the other side of the fence.

She’d pause mid push every time you’d reposition yourself just so she could see the little recoil of fat that was your plush thighs and heart shaped ass. Her cigarette had yet to leave her mouth after the first few exhales and your prompt arrival. A long build up of ash was begging to slip off the end and at this point she was just mowing little nubs. The yard was a patchy mess and so was she. This mess escalated as soon as she saw you marching to the edge of the fence straight towards her.

Approaching Ellie you planted your elbows on two white posts that stopped at your torso. You shouted out to the sweaty girl, waving her in your direction and she immediately scurried over like an obedient puppy.

“Whatcha smoking?” you questioned, causing Ellie to remember the all-ash cigarette, now between her fingers, being rid of its debris.

“Shit, I’m sorry- do you not like the smoke? I can stop, seriously.” She put out the remaining butt frantically in attempts at atonement.

“Lighten up Els, I don’t care if you smoke. I was just gonna ask to bum one off of you, but I only smoke Marlboros. That menthol shit gives me a headache.” She softened in relief, already pulling out a fresh one just for you.

“That’s crazy, I’m the same exact way. Here, it’s all yours” Ellie attempts to put the cigarette in your hand but you part your lips instead, requesting a different placement. She happily fulfills your request and follows with a silver, square shaped lighter. The flame catches at the end as you take a big inhale, blowing it to the side.

“Thanks, you have no idea how much I needed that. I’ve been cold turkey over here at Grams. Couldn’t even sneak a smoke from her either, she swears by Newports. Truly disgusting if you ask me.” You rolled your eyes, rambling on about your stay and Ellie just listened. She tried piecing together your story from the little tidbits you mentioned but still struggled to understand how you ended up here.

“So you’re just staying with your grandparents for the summer?”

“Yeah pretty much.” you answered nonchalantly.

“How come though? I’ve never seen you here until now. Trust me, I would’ve noticed a pretty girl like you.” she blushed.

“Oh yeah? You think I’m pretty?” you taunted, completely ignoring the question at hand. You weren’t sure how ready you were to spill those beans yet. Ellie gave off such an awkward loser vibe that left you questioning how much of you the girl could really handle. I mean, it seemed like you were already too much for your own parents and beginning to piss off the elders too. And speak of the devil, they arrived home just in time to steal you from Ellie’s company.

“Babygirl, what are you doing bothering the neighbors?” your grandma called out, making you turn all hot and embarrassed in front of Ellie. Up until now you had managed to keep up the perfect cool girl vibe. The thought that Ellie might not be enjoying this as much as you perceived had never even crossed your mind. But now that it had, your confidence was knocked down a notch.

“Grams-” You turned to excuse her politely but were cut off before you even got the chance.

“Is that a cigarette young lady?”

“Umm.. yes…” you hesitated before swiftly putting it out on one of the wooden posts.

“Now where did you get a thing like that?” she prodded, arms crossed. Your eyes glanced over to Ellie but you decided to lie, knowing how your grandparents would react. You’d rather get into trouble than risk losing access to your new favorite girl.

“I swear it was just rolling around in one of the dresser drawers upstairs. I shouldn’t have taken it, but I did and I’m really really sorry. Please can we not mention this?”

The old woman took a beat to consider your request, “Fine. But hand it over, I need a smoke, the ladies over at bingo this morning were driving me absolutely crazy.” You passed over the cigarette and thanked her and the heavens for sparing you. If your parents found out about any more wrong doings, you knew you’d be done for good, and deep down you believed that Grams had recognized the same threat.

Just over the fence, Ellie had witnessed the whole thing and was left even more intrigued. All this over a cigarette? Mention what to who? But just as she was exiled out of the conversation, Ellie was quickly brought back in.

“So hun, you seem pretty handy if I’m not mistaken.”

“Uh, yes ma’am I guess I am.” Ellie fidgeted, not sure where this conversation was going. Hoping not to get scorned by the wrath you had brought on from the whole cigarette debacle.

“Well, we’ve got a couple of loose fence posts around the perimeter. I’ve been pleading with my husband to get it done but the old fart can hardly handle walking the block, let alone hard manual labor. You think you could help us out? I’ll give ya 50 bucks for it.” Ellie looked at your grandma, then you, and back to Grams again.

“Sure, but I don’t need your money. I’ll happily do it free of charge.”

“Well mighty me, thank you very much!” your grandma elated, nudging at you to give thanks as well. You smiled at the girl and then mouthed a little sorry, feeling bad for wrapping her up in all of this. She waved you off, not thinking twice about her choice to help out. Anything to get closer to you, right?

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That evening you stood in the kitchen, occasionally grabbing out a bowl or passing over an ingredient as your grandma fixed dinner. You sipped from a tall, clear glass of lemonade and looked through the window hoping to catch a glimpse of Ellie in action.

Noticing your staring, Grams spoke up, “Why don’t you go bring the girl some lemonade to cool off, yeah? In fact, go on ahead and invite her to dinner since she refuses to be paid. Got to say thank you somehow.” Your heart skipped a beat imagining the beautiful girl sat at the dining table.

It was almost scary, every interaction you’d had so far was just casual flirts in passing. This would be the real deal and on top of it, your grandparents would be right there with you. Very, very scary. But there was no arguing this one, so out you went with an endearing proposal and a freshly poured glass of lemonade, all for Ellie.

“Here, I got this for you. It’s homemade.” You ushered the cup forwards to sweaty Ellie and she gratefully accepted with a thank you. You then awkwardly popped the question.

“Sooo… my grandparents want me to invite you over for dinner. As a thank you.” Ellie looked up from her work again trying to read your tone.

“Do you want me over for dinner?”

“Yeah, yeah of course I do. It’s just, you know how it is with family.” You kicked at some dirt that was loosened by the yard work, voiding Ellie’s gaze. It’s not like you didn’t want to see her but how could you trust your grandparents to keep up the mystery. Flirting felt so easy when all the vulnerable parts of yourself had yet to surface.

“I don’t have to come if you don’t want me to. I’d hate to cause any problems.” You quickly backpedaled, afraid she might take your words the wrong way.

“No, no, not at all. Please. Come. I want you there.”

“Okay, then I will be. Let me finish up out here, take a quick shower, and I’ll be over.”

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Ellie had taken 30 minutes to come back, making it just in time. 20 of those minutes were spent just rummaging through clothes and messing with her hair, too nervous to think about punctuality. She wanted to look good for you, and even more she wanted to impress your family.

At Ellie’s arrival you opened the door dressed in the shortest little sundress. The pale yellow complimented your skin just perfectly and Ellie wanted to tell you so bad but nerves got the best of her. All she could do was smile and turn 5 different shades of red, matching the rust colored Dickie’s and loose button up shirt that adorned her figure.

“Well, well, well… don’t you clean up nice?” You poked at Ellie’s right arm and she humored you with a shy laugh before putting her head down to shield from embarrassment. Ellie had always been somewhat of a loser but never had she ever met a girl that could leave her this much of a mess with just a few words.

You then led her into the dining room, both of you taking a seat across from Gram and Gramps at the other end of the table.

“We’re so happy we could have you over for supper Ellie. I know we don’t mingle much but your father and you have always been such good neighbors.” Your grandpa gushed as Grams nodded along but there was a slight lull before Ellie actually responded. Maybe the mention of her dad? You weren’t sure.

“Well, thank you for having me. It’s always nice to have some company around here.” There was something regretful in her eyes as she said it but the conversation quickly progressed past the moment, leaving you curious for the rest of the night.

“So how’s school been going for you?” the pair asked.

“It’s been really good. Going into my second year actually.” Ellie answered, putting it simply as she knew this was all formalities and small talk. Even you were beginning to get a little bored with the dry conversation. So you decided to spice things up for the both of you, sliding off your strappy sandals to see how far you could take a game of footsies.

“Oh wow! ____ is too! What’s your major?” Gramps continued. Your bare foot slid over to Ellie’s beat up sneakers waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

“I’m an en-” Her voice cut out as you creeped up the edge of her pants, rubbing on her exposed ankle. She coughed trying to recover, “I’m an engineering major.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to not let out an audible laugh.

“How wonderful!” Grams enthused, blissfully unaware. Having too much fun, you then slid your hand a chair over to drag down Ellie’s thigh and felt as she tensed up.

The conversation continued at a steady pace and you removed your hand, not wanting to take things too far. Unexpectedly Ellie grabbed it, moving your limb back to its place and keeping her own hand rested on top. A big move considering just minutes ago she couldn’t even muster up the courage to compliment your dress.

You took this as permission to proceed and a simple resting hand turned to a grabby one, gripping at her inner thigh. Teasing the girl to incomparable lengths. She eventually followed in suit, slipping a few fingers under the hem of your dress just slightly before shying away at the dinner's conclusion. And even with such little touch, you were still absolutely soaking.

If only your grandparents knew what was going on under the table.

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Summary: Scaramouche's first meeting with the reader was not what he was expecting.

CW: Misandry, Matriarchial society, reverse harem, war prizes (selling men), implied abuse towards Scaramouche, Ei and Yae Miko are not good people. Is reader actually being kind or is she doing what needs to be done(?). Point of view is mainly from Scaramouche and what he see's so the reader is basically called stranger/guest because she is not known to Scaramouche yet. Some politics (not very good politics FYI), one line mentions uncomfortable/nonconsensual touching (not from reader), men needing to be pure or clean (mentioned once near the end). Reader is implied to be taller than Scaramouche.

He thought that it was going to be like any other day. He was rudely woken up by the servants and basically forced to be washed and dressed. His clothes picked out for him, his hair and makeup done without any say from him. He never understood why he had to go through this basically every day. He was rarely allowed to leave his room as it was, so no one ever really saw him. The only thing different on the days that he was allowed to leave was the clothing. Out in public, he had to wear a specific collar, indicating his status. He did not have his face covered like the consorts or concubines were supposed to which made sense, since he was neither. It was to signify his position as a war prize.

Seeing the gleam of the bronze collar on the table, he realized that today he was required to be out in public. For what, he did not know, but one thing he was sure on was that it wasn't going to be an easy day.

"The collar?" He hushed out, trying to get an answer from the bustling servants. He wasn't surprised to have been met with silence. He knew how they see him. Lesser, pitiful, ungrateful towards their master who has so graciously taken him in when he was just a starving and forgotten child. Except he wasn't taken in, he was stolen and forced to serve. From his former negligent master to a cruel master, he was switched as if he was nothing more than piece of meat for the strongest to fight over.

He kept quiet as everyone moved around him. He let them maneuver his head, offering no resistance. Let them slide whatever clothing they wanted onto him. It wasn't until he heard the unclasping of the collar that he shuddered. It was a miniscule movement but he couldn't escape the glares sent his way, as if daring him to try and struggle.

It wasn't the first time it was put on him, but the chill of the collar closing in around his neck caused him to shiver. He squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth, trying to suppress the need to jerk away from their touch. It was pulled behind his neck and tightened to where there was a constant pressure around his throat. He most likely would struggle just drinking. Eating was out of the question entirely, unless he wanted to choke himself - something that has happened to him before. As it was clasped together, he was biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood. The metallic taste filling his mouth but he just swallowed it down.

After the collar was clasped on, the majority of the servants left the room. Only two individuals were left in the room, one another servant and the other caused him to sit up straighter. The pink hair and sly chuckle that filled the air left him to suppress the dread and uncertainty growing in his body.

"Preparation's done?"

The attendant bowed to Yae Miko as she came and stood in front of Scaramouche, her purple eyes assessing him. He kept his head down, the proper procedure having been engrained in him long ago.

"Yes, mi'lady."

Yae Miko let out a small hum of approval. It was after the attendants left and when it was just the two of them left alone in the room that she showed her displeasure. However, what was odd, was that it wasn't directed to Scaramouche. Instead she seemed to be contemplating something. Whether it was about him or something else that was bothering her, Scaramouche couldn't say.

"I just cannot figure out why she requested to see you." It was obvious Yae Miko wasn't referring the Ei. The clear distain in her voice would never had been voiced towards Ei. He knew first hand how deep her loyalty to the eldest imperial sister goes.

"Well... actually I can imagine one reason but she wouldn't do something as brazen - as disrespectful - as that." She, essentially, spat the word out.

It was obvious that she wasn't talking to Scaramouche nor was she expecting an answer. He knew that she felt comfortable talking freely because he wouldn't be able to tell anyone what he had heard.

He was unsure who she was talking about. There had been whispers in the halls about a guest who was visiting. However, it wasn't hard to tell that whoever this mystery person was, they were not on good terms with Ei. He can't imagine why such tensions would be running rampant. As far as he knew, there was no one who stood as an actual threat to Ei.

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In front of him the servants hand hesitated. He could see their hand shake and the dampness on their palms. As the door was finally push open, Scaramouche eyes squeezed shut as a gust of air hit him and his hands unconsciously clenched at his clothing. The tension was basically seeping out of the room and he couldn't imagine how much worse it would be in the room.

As he stepped into the room, he noted how even some of Ei council women were wearing fearful and hesitant looks. Ei stood out in her noticeable purple clothing and the crown on her head. She was showing off her power. Ei rarely wore the golden crown unless she wanted to emphasize her position or intimidate someone in submission - something he experienced first hand.

He couldn't see the person opposite of Ei, but even the sitting arrangement was meant to infer the superiority of Ei and the inferiority of the other person. There were not many people. At Ei's side stood Yae Miko. Along the walls were Ei's best soldiers. He recognized a few of them and immediately diverted his attention away from them. He situated himself, moving as if to shake off invisible hands gripping his body.

He then noticed a few unfamiliar faces. There were two women, one with long light blue hair that was tied back and she was wearing a black outfit with a golden cape. However, his eyes were easily drawn to the large claymore strapped to her side. The other women has similar white-blue hair but was much shorter and had a hair pin pulling back her bangs. She also wore lighter, more feminine clothes. At her side, a smaller sword rested. The third figure caused scaramouche's eyes to widen. It wasn't another female but rather a male. He was fairly tall and even under his clothes, Scaramouche could tell he was well-built. What was the most odd, wasn't the polearm at his side or the fact that he was wearing conservative and what looked like protective clothing but that he wasn't kneeling in the room.

As Scaramouche was ushered into the room, he followed through with the proper procedure. He formally greeted Ei, bowed to her and wait for her to acknowledge him so that he may once more stand up. He could feel eyes on him. He was used to Ei's and her guards eyes but this time he could feel the scrutiny of the guests. He didn't even have to face them to know they were assessing him, looking him over head to toe. It was stifling. He felt like the air was getting thinner around him as he felt eyes on him from every angle.

Scaramouche was expecting to be dismissed not soon after but to his surprise he was dragged from his position on the floor to next to Ei's chair. He didn't resist as hands on his shoulders forced him to kneel down on the marble ground. The chill of the cold floor against his skin left goosebumps forming.

It was silent. No one seemed to want to make the first move.

"I suppose congratulations are in order." Ei broke the silence in the room. Her voice nonchalant as she ran the tip of her thumb over a dagger she had resting on her lap.

Scaramouche felt he could read Ei quite easily - he could read most women without any problems. A habit he long ago picked up in order to ensure his own safety.

Ei was on guard, that much was obvious. But there was still a amusement in her tone as she stared at the women sitting across from her. As well as not to subtly hidden mockery. When it came to the stranger, Scaramouche wasn't able to read her at all. It was unnerving. He could tell everyone else in the room felt the same - well except for Yae Miko and the people that the stranger brought with her.

"Come now," Ei didn't give an time for the guest to speak.

"Don't be so shocked," Ei shrugged gently. Her eyes dropping to the dagger in her hand. "Signoria's downfall spread far and wide. I'd be hard pressed to find anyone who didn't hear about it. Especially considering the fact that the one who killed her was her own sister - back from the dead with a vengeance." Her words were sharp even under the relaxed tone. Multiple of the guards flinched and some seemed to curl into themselves. No doubt wishing to be anywhere except in this room. Scaramouche shared the sentiment.

The stranger didn't reply for a long while. Scaramouche guessed she was staring at Ei but it was hard to tell. Finally the stranger let out a sigh and shook her head.

"You misunderstand,"

Her voice was much softer, Scaramouche noted. She was straight to the point and firm but there was no underly cruelty or superiority to it. However, he wouldn't go so far as to call her tone kind. There was no kindness in her voice or her body language.

"I didn't come for congratulations." Scaramouche watched as the woman relaxed back against the seat.

"Oh?" Ei quirked an eyebrow. "Then why come here? Thought because you defeated our sister's pathetic attempts of a war, you'd be strong enough to fight me?"

Scaramouche watched as the stranger yet again shook her head. Not really one for words, he thought.

"I didn't come for a fight. There is no reason to anyways." The implications in your tone were not lost on Ei. Even if you were half way across the world, the crown is yours by blood right. However, Ei knows that even if you stood in front of every kingdom and pronounced your right to the crown, very few would be willing to follow you as you are right now. However, that doesn't mean things can change in the future.

"So you've traveled all this way for what? To gloat?" A small smirk formed on Ei's lips. "Or is it for petty childish revenge." Ei shrugged, like she couldn't give a damn. "We were all kids then, there is no use to clinging to past actions."

You suppresses a sound of indignation. You were five years old when she was fifteen. You both knew that Ei was well aware of the actions she took towards you. You can feel the scars on your hands and legs ache and sting as you remember how you got them. You remember watching through your tear filled vision, Ei hiding her amusement behind a carefully placed fan to hide her laughter.

"The past is in the past for a reason." Ei spoke and Scaramouche watched as her eyes narrowed at the woman across from her.

"If you would let me speak," the stranger cleared their throat and there was a subtle shift in the air. No one spoke to Ei like that. Not unless they were signing a death sentence. "I can tell you why I traveled all this way."

Ei stilled. Her hand drop the dagger to his lap. "Then why did you?"

"Simple," the stranger shrugged. "A truce."

"… Truce?" This was the first time Scaramouche ever saw Ei stunned.

Ei let out a bark of laughter. "And here I thought you might have been able to grasp some semblance of intelligence. Seems your father's lessons didn't stick as well as he had hoped."

There was a scrap against the ground. The sound of metal scratching at the marble, leaving a distinct mark on the ground. It wasn't the stranger who moved, it was the male standing next to her. Scaramouche watched as his grip tightened around the length of his polearm, digging it into the floor, the marble cracking due to the pressure. There was a slight tremble in his body but Scaramouche highly doubted it was due to fear.

No, it was anger being suppressed; Scaramouche knows better than anyone what that feels like.

Scaramouche's eyes darted back towards the woman who didn't so much as shift her weight at Ei's words.

"Let me ask you this," The stranger held a hand up and Scaramouche watched as the previously tense male was quickly placated. "How are you going to feed your people, stop the diseases running rampant in the villages on the boarders of your lands. Whether or not you care about them is of no concern to me. But, you go to war over the littlest thing - it is what you're best at - you think you can support an army with how little care goes to anyone who isn't at the head of your army or council?"

"You're here to offer me advice?" Ei's voice tightened, her body straightening in her seat.

A small, breathy laugh left the stranger. "No. I'm simply stating facts. I have no desire to go to war against anyone anytime soon - even more so with someone as… experienced as you. And let's face it. I'm of no threat to you, nor do I plan to be - "

" - you expect me to believe that?" Ei cut the stranger off.

"Still," you didn't even seem to care that Ei spoke. "You have a strong army. Strong generals. Strong abilities. There is no doubt about that. But you lack medicine. You lack food and agriculture for your people. I can help with that."

"Get on with. What do you truly want. Protection?"

The stranger smiled, the corner of their lips quirking up as if they just heard something funny. "No. No protection. More of a safety precaution. I own Signoria's lands now which are right next to yours. We may not have seen each other for over a decade but I know how you work. I know that second I started putting my people there, you would make a move. I am asking that you don't. In return I will grant you the medicine you need, I have very skilled physicians and alchemists. I will also give the villages under you that are suffering a portion of crops and grains - at least until they can survive on their own."

Scaramouche tensed at the underhanded insults the stranger spoke to Ei. It didn't take a scholar to hear the shortcomings that were being pointed out about Ei's rule.

"So this is why you came? You move people to neighboring lands and only ask of me not to attack them in exchange for food and grains." Ei let out her own chuckle. "You expect me to believe that is all."

Ei wasn't going to agree. Scaramouche could tell. But other seems to realize this as well when some of Ei's court officials stepped forward, albeit very hesitantly, and whispered to her. A hushed conversation took place and Scaramouche focused on the stranger and the people next to her. None of you moved or so much as look perturbed. If anything, there was still a small smirk on the stranger's face as she watched the exchange.

Scaramouche silently went over everything you and Ei said and even he could see that you're offer was good - great even. You were basically asking for nothing in return. Just that Ei doesn't attack but its not like you were asking for army personnel, food, supplies, agriculture, or anything that he knows other nobles have asked of Ei.

A throat was cleared and the people around Ei disbursed back into their previous positions. "My council believes it would be worthwhile considering your offer." Ei's reluctance was apparent in her tone. "I will withhold attacking your lands as long as you abide by the rules given and our people and lands do not interact unless allowed."

"Seems fair."

The tension in the air was still oppressive, baring down on everyone there but there was also a subtle sigh of relief. Although, not from Ei, Yae Miko, or the stranger and her company.

The silence stretched on.

The stranger cleared her throat, her hands moving to rest on her knees as she leaned forward. "Truces are usually signified by the signing or giving of something. However, since I am the only one giving your kingdom something, I believe it is only fair that I am given something in return, in order to make sure that you keep your word. That is proper procedure, is it not?"

That wasn't really a question.

"I suppose that is only fair." Ei replied, her eyes scrutinizing the woman across from her. "Though it seems like you've already got an idea of what you want. Spit it out then."

A hum left the strangers voice and Scaramouche felt himself tense. He wasn't sure why but he could have swore that the stranger turned her attention to him. Even with her eyes covered, there came a heaviness with her gaze - an almost suffocating pressure fell onto his shoulders.

"What about him?" The stranger's voice dropped, any amusement she had previously held had quickly disappeared.

There was an outrage from Ei's side.

"How dare you!"

"The arrogance - "

"Should be killed for being so brazen."

The stranger looked completely calm. Not so much as shifting as spews of hate and anger was directed towards her. For a brief moment Scaramouche could have sworn the stranger was enjoying the reactions. The three individuals who came with the stranger didn't seem shocked at the proposition but Scaramouche watched as they tensed up, their hands coming to cling to their weapons and how they positioned themselves more defensively.

Ei remained deceptively silent.

You don't ask for a previous war-prize, not after someone has already claimed him like Ei did from his previous masters. Its undermining Ei. It was not so subtly showing your own superiority over Ei. If Scaramouche wasn't so focused on the uncomfortable clenching in his stomach and the burning sensation crawling painfully up his throat, he would have found this situation hilarious but because he was basically in the center of the sisters' tug-of-war, he felt like he was going to collapse.

Finally Ei raised a hand and the chatter and insults quieted down.

"You claim to be here to help," Ei spits out the word. "Yet you do something as bold as ask for my prize."

Scaramouche used to flinch when he was called a prize. It should have been a complement. The word synonymous with treasure, valued, and yet it is used to humiliate him and show that he belongs to someone and that that is his only worth.

"Please," the stranger make a small sound in the back of her throat. "We both know you have no use for him. If anything I would suspect that the only ones who do are your advisors and court officials."

Scaramouche chose to ignore the implication of your words. Despite the fact that he wanted to refute and say nothing like that ever happened. Sure, some people have let their hands linger on him but he's still clean and he took an uncomfortable amount of pride in that - though he'd never let anyone know. He knows that would change if this information got out.

"He's not your only war prize and he wont be the last. He's not even your most valued one."

Scaramouche was able to tell that you had collected a lot of intel on Ei. Ei seemed to also realize that the stranger wasn't the same kid she tortured all those years ago.

The stranger continued, "Is the loss of one man really worth the lives of all the people in your villages if they don't get the grains and food I promised?"

Scaramouche dug his nails into his palm, the sting of pain comforting him as he forced back the burning of tears behind his eyes. They weren't from sadness or even despair. He knows he doesn't have a choice. He never did and it is so frustrating to know his voice and opinions and feelings don't matter.

"…. Very well." Ei seemed to concede, her back leaning against her chair. There were soft sounds of protest but no one paid any mind to it.

Scaramouche doubts that Ei will leave this insult alone. She won't strike back today, or tomorrow, or even a year from now. But the day will come when Ei will make the stranger pay.

"He belongs to you." Ei motioned one of her hands towards Scaramouche and one of her guards came to where he was still kneeling on the floor and grabbed his arm, roughly tugging him onto his feet.

Scaramouche stumbled, his knees and feet numb from kneeling for almost twenty minutes. He felt pins and needles crawl up his legs as he was pushed forward and he sprawled back onto the floor. He could ignore the pinpricks of humiliation at his display but what he couldn't ignore was the way that one of the guards on the stranger's side move to offer him her hand. It was the more feminine woman, who had pins in her hair.

Scaramouche glared at it - at her and pushed himself off the floor without any help. He wanted to yell and tear his hair out as he saw the pity in the woman's eyes but she just moved back to the stranger's side, allowing him to get up on his own.

"I think this conversation is over," the stranger broke the silence as she moved to stand up from her chair. She was taller than Scaramouche expected. The top of his head reached about her chin.

"Agreed," Ei stood up as well. Neither of them made any move to shake hands. "I'll be keeping an eye out for your promised materials."

The stranger just hummed. She took a step closer to Scaramouche and he forced his body not to move. The air around her felt different in a way he couldn't explain. It felt like air he was breathing in was scorching his lungs. She stepped about a foot away from Scaramouche and lifted one hand up. He squeezed his eyes shut on instinct, expecting something cruel but to his surprise all he felt was a slight warmth around his neck.

His eyes shot open and one of his hands lifted to his neck unconsciously. He felt a slight sting of heat against the skin of his neck but then when he pulled his hand away from his neck, he saw something dark and ashy in his hands. It was dust. The collar around his neck was no longer constricting him. It was in his hand and on the floor as the stranger disintegrated it in front of everyone.

He stared at the stranger with wide-eyes.

The stranger didn't offer him any words or do anything else. Instead she just turned her back and started to walk out the door. The male at her side followed her but the two guards the stranger brought with her waited and motioned for him to follow the stranger. It was only after he hesitantly took one step and then another until he was basically scurrying out of the room that the two women followed.

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sophswritingthings · 5 months

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YOUR MIZU WRITING IS EVERYTHING the apothecary!wife fic where they're approaching the brothel and mizu's reaction to the man trying to get her wife hired as a s worker... we need more jealous/possessive mizu content in my mind it could go any way whether the reader is mizu's wife, significant other, or someone she has feelings for (though if it's just a crush i think it'd lean more towards jealousy than possessiveness) if you feel like writing something for that kind of idea i'd love to see it!

pairing: mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing

a/n: oughhhh I love writing jealous characters!! esp when its like the "masc" one that's jealous!!! idk it just hits something with me <3

summary: mizu's definitely crushing on you. hard. she will deny the fact fifteen times over if you even think of calling her out on it; but its evident. so evident that now she's getting jealous.

word count: 733 words / 3,897 characters

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you were walking. simply walking, your kimono dragging through the snow as you gave men and women alike smiles as you walked by.

she watched you closely, as if a hawk stalking her prey. every way your hand flicked, every time that smile would rise and fall on your lips, and those rosy pink cheeks nipped by the cold wind.

she hated it. she fucking hated it.

how beautiful you were, and goddamn it how nice you were to her. she had the tendency to be cold with everyone, even people she sort of liked, and yet you pushed right through it--you would smile at her every time you caught her looking at you.

what was your fucking problem? why were you just so... nice?

instead, she opted to keep her distance while she was figuring that out.

she was walking alongside ringo, her "apprentice" that she'd gained along the way. she didn't ask for him nor actually want him; but he was rather helpful when it came to certain things--so she didn't bother sending him away. she'd tried that and it didn't work.

"master?" ringo questioned, glancing at mizu.

mizu took the glance at ringo, raising an eyebrow and meeting his eyes. she said nothing, waiting for his question.

"where has, um, (y/n) gone?"

she stopped in her tracks at that, looking ahead. and he was right. you'd disappeared off to who knows where.

she sighs, "only god knows where she's gone," she grumbled. "wait here. I'll find her."

he nods. she walked along the street ways, looking in every alleyway, every shop. deep down she was nervous, nervous that someone had kidnapped you, taken you away where she wouldn't be able to find you.

her heart was racing as she broke into something of a sprint, but she stopped in her tracks. she spotted a red kimono splotched with snow and pretty depictions of flowers and cranes.

yeah, that was you.

she walked toward you. you were standing on the inside of a dimly lit shop, fucking hell, what had you gotten yourself into that she needed to get you out of?

she unsheathed her sword, stepping into the shop. you were talking to some man, of all people. who in hell was he, and what did he want with you?

she pressed him against the counter, sword pressed to his neck.

"what the fuck are you doing with her?" she hisses. she looked him up and down. the clothes he were wearing were a man of a brothel.. "ah. I see. so, what, you see a beautiful woman and you assume she wants anything to do with you?"

"mizu--relax," you grab her arm, making her release her grip on the man. you pull her back. "he was only talking to me, maybe its time I settle down. and here is nice, I--"

an arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into her side as she spoke to you.

"you are just fine with myself and ringo," she narrowed her eyes. "and you are not the kind of woman to just.. sleep with a man. a random, man."

you gaze at her, surprised by her closeness. she had never been so close to you..

"I-i suppose I am not," you whisper, glancing at the man. "t-thank you, sir.. I'll be on my way, I believe."

the two of you step outside the building.

"I was fucking worried about you, you know," she hisses, releasing her grip from your waist.

"more like jealous," you snicker. though your blush is still evident. "you were jealous I was talking to him."

"what? no," she spat. "you can talk to whoever the fuck you want, you act like I care."

you wince at the harshness to her words, "I-im only... never mind."

she saw how much her harsh tone hurt you. she sighs. you weren't wrong; even the thought of you being with another person made her blood boil.

she wanted you. she wanted you all to herself.

"maybe a little jealous," she had decided to humor you. she couldn't have you hating her, or scared of her. that was a big no-no.

"I thought so," you gently jabbed her side. you recoiled after you did so; knowing that it would very likely piss her off.

she gave a gentle laugh, "yeah, yeah, whatever. come on, can we get on with our walk, now?"

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a/n: im sorry its short, and also a little more "protective" mizu than jealous.. this is the first thing Im writing when I wake up, so its probably not the best! my apologizes for that :(

#mizu #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #fic #new fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ask #asked and answered #fic request #request

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shadesslut · 8 months

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Idk if I’m doing this right but can u do a Chad Meeks Martin smut where she’s dating either Ethan or wes but her and chad have a secret enemies with benefits and she goes underwear shopping and Chad is there and there’s loads of flirting and stuff

I LOVED THIS REQUEST

little secret

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Chad Meeks-Martin x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Smut, cheating, slight voyeurism)

Masterlist

✮

Chad and Y/N’s relationship was…interesting to say the least. He had met her through Ethan, his roommate, and the moment he connected eyes with her all he wanted to do was rip off her clothes. His wish came true that night they met, and once he got a taste of her, he couldn’t get enough. There was one slight problem, she was dating Ethan. Neither of them were necessarily proud of what their little secret was, and it caused tension between the two around the others. To the others, they looked at their relationship full of hate. Oh how they were wrong.

Chad was having a bad day. It was Saturday, a guy like Chad was supposed to be having a good day full of drinking and hanging out with his friends. But, here he sat, alone in his kitchen. Ethan had left a few hours ago, with her, to go shopping. They invited Chad, well, Ethan invited Chad, but Chad didn’t want to be a third wheel once again. He also didn’t wanna have to stare at Y/N’s ass be groped by Ethan all day.

He groaned, once checking his phone again for any new messages. He pressed on Snapchat, instantly going to his private album. He scrolled through the photos of Y/N, her bare body starting to arouse Chad. He reached into his sweatpants, starting to stroke himself. He softly whined, and his thumb accidently swiped on the screen, pulling up the map. He immediately stopped stroking as he saw Ethan and Y/N’s bitmoji pop up right next to each other.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, taking his hand out of his pants.

He was starting to get heated, and he huffed as he shot Ethan a text.

Chad

Changed my mind omw

2:36 pm

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Ethan waved at Chad from a little table in the food court. Chad nodded as he walked over, dapping Ethan up.

“I’m glad you changed your mind.” Ethan said smiling, offering Chad some of his fries. Chad only smiled, taking a fry.

“Where’s Y/N?” Chad asked.

“She’s um-looking for underwear,” Ethan quickly said, coughing.

Chad laughed, but his cheeks grew warm. “Didn't wanna help her?” He asked teasingly. Ethan shook his head rapidly. Chad knew that the two had never slept together, so Ethan’s shyness was expected.

Ethan’s phone buzzed, and he flipped his phone over, face going pale as he read the message. “Shit,” He cursed, immediately standing to grab his stuff.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I forgot I work a shift at three, shit. Can you-“ Ethan stammered, shortly being interrupted by Chad.

“I’ll drive Y/N home.” Chad assured him.

Ethan let out a relief of sigh, and quickly thanked Chad before leaving. Chad was suddenly thanking himself for coming here.

He looked around awkwardly for Y/N in the lingerie store. It was mostly full of women, some dragging their poor boyfriends along behind them. Chad’s eyes stopped on a mannequin, which was clad in a black lace set. The bra had a little pink rose on the center gore, and it had two black bows on the straps. The lace was see through, and Chad imagined Y/N wearing it, being able to see her nipples.

His eyes wandered down to the panties, which also had a pink rose on it. The panties were connected to a garter, which connected to thigh highs. Chad drooled at the set, only picturing Y/N wearing it.

“Can I help you, sir?” He heard a woman ask. He immediately spun around to the voice, embarrassed. He sighed as he saw Y/N.

“Yes actually, I was thinking about getting this for a special lady.” He joked, slightly smirking.

She snorted. “As if you have a special lady.”

Chad smiled seductively, checking their surroundings to make sure no one was in the same area as them, before grabbing at her hips. “I think I do,” he whispered, his head tilting.

Her eyes widened. “Chad, Ethan-“

“He left. Had a shift.” He interrupted. She let out a sigh of relief, and she pushed him away. Chad peeked at her shopping basket, looking at the sets of lingerie she threw in. “Can I see you wear them?”

“No, I told you yesterday.” She said sternly.

Chad remembered. The night before Y/N had called him, and she told him that their little ‘friends with benefits’ was over.

“I know you told me yesterday, but you see, I didn’t agree to it.” Chad sarcastically said.

She rolled her eyes at him, walking to the next section. Chad quickly grabbed the black set before following her.

“It’s not up to you, I can’t keep doing this to Ethan.” She told him, looking through pairs of thongs.

“Let me change your mind.”

“No.” She spat, grabbing the set out of his hands. She walked into the fitting room. Chad wanted to follow her in but didn’t want to seem like a creep, so he waited.

He scrolled aimlessly on his phone, watching a girl leave the fitting room. He heard shuffling, and a loud sigh. “Chad?” Y/N shouted from her room.

“Hm?”

“Can you,” another sigh. “Can you help me?”

He chuckled before standing up and knocking on her door. She opened it a tad, letting him in. “Alright babe, I’m here to assist-“

Chad’s mouth, figuratively speaking, was on the ground. She was wearing the set he had admired previously, but the garter was clipped on. His eyes immediately went to her breasts, and he practically drooled at the sight.

“Can you help me with the garter?” She asked, huffing as she tried to clip it on.

He nodded quickly, his hands instantly reaching to her thighs. He stuck his tongue out as he focused on clipping it on, but failed to do so. She let out a groan and slumped in the chair. Her hips slid towards his face, and her legs spread open. Chad’s eyes flicked up in between, and he felt himself get hard again.

“So, I know you said things were over, but, your vagina is quite literally in my face.” Chad said, looking up at her. She let out a slight laugh.

“What’re you gonna do about it?”

Oh.

Now that set off Chad.

His eyes turned dark, and he grabbed at her waist, causing her to yelp. He shushed her by smashing his lips on hers, and he practically ripped the panties off. She gasped at the cold air, and Chad grinded his hips into hers.

He picked her up in his arms, holding her ass with his hands.

“Chad-We can’t, We can’t do this here. Someone will hear,” she whispered, panting.

He only kissed her neck sloppily, and slowly pulled down his sweats and boxers. “Then I guess you’re gonna have to keep your mouth shut.”

Chad shoved his dick inside of her, instantly moaning at her warm feeling. He rocked his hips up into hers, and he squeezed her ass. Her hand flew to cover over her mouth, muffling her moans.

He thrusted his hips into her at a quick pace, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

“Fuck you always hug me so tight,” he whimpered.

She only moaned in response, wrapping her legs around his wait. His chest bounced as he moved, and he started to play with her tits. At this point, they were shameless, moaning and whining each other’s name, having no care in the world to who heard them.

“Chad,” she said, breathlessly.

He looked at her, still sliding his dick in and out of her smoothly.

“I’m gonna cum,”

Chad only chucked dryly, his ego boosted. “Already baby? What, poor thing isn’t used to this kind of treatment from her sweet boyfriend?” Chad mocked.

“Don’t talk about him while you’re- Ah! Fuck, while you’re inside me,” she protested.

“I bet he wishes he could fuck you like this. Hell, fuck you at all!” She started clenching around him even harder. “I bet he thinks about you when he touches himself, huh?” He whispered, teasingly.

Her eyes started to water at the spot the tip of his dick hit perfectly, repeatedly.

“I bet you think about my cock when you two make out. Do you baby? Do you think of your little secret’s cock?”

She nodded rapidly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he continued to pound into her.

“Are you gonna let me cum inside you baby? Like the good girl you are?” He whispered, his mouth pressed up to her ear. Again, she nodded desperately.

He grunted, rolling his hips into her a few more times before cumming inside of her, her finishing along with him. Chad looked down in between them as sweat dripped down his forehead. He half-smirked at the sight of his white liquid spilling onto the pair of panties. It was alright though, he had planned to buy them for her anyways.

#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin #chad meeks imagine #chad meeks smut #mason gooding #jack champion

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captain-barnes-writes · 10 months

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Fallen Petals (Max Verstappen)

part one

Summary: How a relationship wilts and comes to an end.

Pairing: Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Warning: ANGST, so much angst, I LOVE ANGST lol, Wordy as hell hehehe, tension, unresolved feelings, implications of cheating, SMUT, sexual content. 18+

NOT PROOFREAD

Word count: 3.6k (oops)

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2021

Max Verstappen’s shoes and clothes were starting to collect dust in the closet. His towels unused for weeks, his toothbrush next to hers on the bathroom counter. Everything seemed to be mocking her. Everywhere she looked remnants of the man she loved were there tormenting her.

Things were coming to an end and she knew it.

She knew it as she sat on the chair on her usual end of the table. Her in her usual place and his space as empty as ever. Dinner served on the table. Two plates of rigatoni and wine served, plated ever so carefully to make everything special. A small homemade cheesecake for dessert sat in the fridge.

The pink peonies in the middle of the table, two petals had already fallen.

Her phone read 10 pm in her shaky hands. He was supposed to be home at 7. Three hours ago and yet not a single text was sent her way. Not an apology, not even an excuse.

Where are you?

Are you ok?

She could only afford herself to send two messages, feeling pathetic for even worrying for somebody who clearly chose to be elsewhere than with her.

A little scrolling on social media, story after story until came the one to pin the nail to the wall.

Lando posted a story (1hr ago)

Max wasn’t one to really party, or to frequent bars or places filled with too many people. He wasn’t like that. Wasn’t one to not tell her of his whereabouts, even if she didn’t ask, he’d tell her. Lately things had been different, even that was an understatement. They had been on two different worlds, hers admittedly still welcomed him but his did not.

While she knew that his life was much like formula 1, fast, busy and chaotic, she didn’t account for the many times she’d be left behind in the midst of it all.

This was one of the times. Seeing him sitting next to a pretty brunette she knew all too well, of the history of her with the Red Bull team. Of her father, of her last partner. And maybe she found comfort in seeing Lando sitting next to him on the other side, but it wasn’t enough of it. She still felt the tightness in her chest.

Kelly was sitting next to him, not her. Not his actual partner.

In the beginning of it all, it was hard to understand, but she came to see that it came with the territory. His life was fast and their love would have to keep up. She would have to keep up.

But it had become increasingly harder and harder. The missed dates, the lack of texts and calls, the missed opportunities of spending time together. She missed him terribly and he was so nonchalant. Distant even at many times and her heart ached.

His life was chaos and she was his sanity, retaining him to the ground, enveloping him in a love that granted him comfort. At least that’s how it had been at first.

God, but his life relished on speed even outside the track. The chaos would envelop him and he would get lost in it all. In the clubs, the new people he met on the daily. The models and actresses. In the luxury that came with being a successful formula 1 driver. A world champion.

While she was ever so present, he wasn’t. He wasn’t there at all. Not much like before.

Back then he had been excited by a mere message of hers, any interaction that could be as minor as her liking one of his pictures. The little hearts he’d put under every single one of her pictures. The compliments. The flowers that found their way to her doorstep regardless of where in the world he was. The love that could be seen and felt even by those on the outskirts of it. Once visible and true, now it seemed only a shell of it.

Had it worn off for him? She couldn't even ask herself that. Couldn’t think about it or she’d break even more. Her thoughts were already tearing at her, the seams no longer mendable.

She loved him, but she felt suffocated being in his house. In the large dining room where she sat alone feeling pathetic for even bothering to wear a pretty dress. She felt as pathetic as the uneaten plate of food on his end of the table. She wanted to throw it all in the bin, throw the base on the floor. Scream and cry, but she didn’t want to be that person. She wanted to leave with her dignity.

She would leave it all as it was so he could see that she waited for him as long as she could, but that time had ran out.

She looked around the dining room that felt larger at that moment, got herself up as steady as she could and made her way into his bedroom. It felt stifling being in the room where they had made so many memories only they knew. Engraved in their minds forever even while they were apart.

The space looked as empty as ever. His side of the bed no longer smelled like him after more than a month away. So many weeks and his scent no longer lingered the sheets and pillows to bring the comfort she so desperately needed in those moments she missed him most.

Placing a suitcase on the bed, she began to place the few belongings she kept at his place. Her clothes, perfumes, shoes. The toothbrush that always had its place next to his was thrown into the bin. Everything that would warn him that she was no longer taking part in a space that no longer felt hers.

She couldn’t lie to herself any longer. Not when another brunette was always seemingly at the same events he was, even at his side at times. At first she pinned it on her father’s heavy influence on the sport, or the mutual friends that would always unite them in a way that would have them in a room together. But it was becoming more frequent, her being left behind more and more was not a coincidence.

The tears were flowing and she couldn’t pack fast enough. Her blurred vision making it difficult to see what garments she was even grabbing. How bunched up the clothes were in the shallow spaces of the suitcase. Her ears were ringing and she couldn’t even hear the footsteps of the man she adored at the door.

Max’s azure eyes ogled at the suitcase on the bed, the woman he’d cast aside time and time again stuffing the clothes into it.

“What is going on?” Was all he could muster. She flinched and turned around immediately.

Max stood there with his customary blue jeans and white shirt. His hair slightly smoothed back. His eyes were wide watching as the girl’s puffy eyes rolled at his question.

“What does it look like I’m doing, Max?”

“Obviously you’re packing, but for what?” His attitude even off the track could get under her skin at times. This was one of those times when maybe an apology would be a good start. An explanation as to why he didn’t show up once again, as to why their dinner went cold and the candles on the dining room table had died.

“Because this,” She pointed at him and back to herself. “This isn’t working anymore.”

The man couldn’t walk fast enough towards her and grab her by the waist. She whimpered at the intrusion and how foreign it felt after weeks without him. Yet she still looked up at him and met his eyes for what she knew would probably be the last time.

“Max.” She sighed. “I haven’t seen you in weeks. You’ve been gone and literally the day that you’re back you don’t even remember that I made plans for us here. That I told you I would make you your favorite food and we’d spend the evening in, just us two.”

She was fucking crying and she hated it. Hated that a man had her in her feelings like this. But it had been a relationship nonetheless, a good one at times that still had its ups and downs. One that had her experience things she never thought she would.

He was silent.

“And yet you don’t say anything. You don’t give me an apology, an excuse, you’re not giving me anything. I know that you went out with your friends instead, if you could even call that to your newfound friendship with Kelly.”

“That’s not…That’s not it. I’m sorry. I really am. I’m just shocked at seeing you like this.”

She stayed silent too. Waiting for more than just an apology and quite frankly being in his embrace the way she was, she felt uneasy like she was betraying herself and everything she wanted to say.

“My phone died and I couldn’t contact you. They invited me last minute and were hounding me to go, I had no way to get out. You know how Lando is. I told myself I’d leave after one drink and that I wouldn’t eat much so I could come back. But one drink turned into two and I lost track of time.”

“That’s starting to happen quite a lot.” He winced at her comment. He knew it was true. How his mind was dwindling these days. Occupied with tasks, with meetings, with new friendships that had sparked as he traveled to different countries. With his outings, with a certain brunette whose presence became frequent at events.

How small talks progressed to mingling around to stay by each other’s side. How those talks turned into going for drinks, for dinners. It was friendly, he told himself. He knew better than to lie to himself, how there were always underlying motives behind every move and every word shared.

“And you still avoid talking about her.” She tried to push away from his embrace but he was too strong, feeling suffocated with a man whose love was faltering. Whose body she kissed and touched on the very bed they were standing next to.

She looked away from him for the very first time that night and turned her attention to the bed. They had fucked each other more times than she could count there. Made it their own space, their little haven and now it had been weeks since they had laid there together. She hadn’t touched him in weeks and seeing him again made her relieve all those moments again.

Her eyes were still teary, skin hot with pent up anger and disappointment and yet she was still thinking of how his lips were that same pale pink and full, his cerulean eyes wide, his hair so damn soft. And she would be lying to herself if she didn’t wish things were different. That he had come in through that door with his wrinkly smiley eyes and that it would all be pure happiness like many times before.

The thing was that it wasn’t.

Things were different now regardless of how much she still desired him. How she still loved him. How having his mere hands at her waist stirred the butterflies in her stomach. But it was no longer just her and Max. Something had shifted in him lately. Attention elsewhere, mind wandering.

“She’s just a friend.” He reassured, one of his hands had moved from her waist to her face to make her look at him again. His breath hot on her face.

“I saw that she was at your little dinner. Sitting next to you as always.” She didn’t mean to sound so jealous. Surely, she had a right to be, but she didn’t want to show him how much of an effect it had on her.

“I didn’t invite her.”

“Sure you didn’t, Max. I don’t need the lies.”

“You’re my petal. I don’t want anybody else.” Why was he calling her that now. His favorite petname for her, adoring and private just for them both. To calm her down and reel her in again and avoid the topic she wanted to discuss.

“Your petal is wilting, Max.”

She paused.

“You’re not the Max I fell in love with. The old Max would’ve taken Lando’s phone and called me when your phone died, would’ve made sure I was the one sitting next to you, not another woman. My Max would’ve…” Her voice was shaky as she watches his eyes fall to the ground, his hand had fallen from her face.

“My Max would’ve made sure to see me as soon as he landed. You’re not the same anymore and I don’t understand why. And you know what? Maybe I don’t want to know anymore so this hurts less.”

“Fuck baby... I’m sorry for hurting you these last couple of weeks. I’m a shitty person sometimes, I know.”

One of his hands held her jaw softly while his other hand touched her cheek tilting her head to look at him, to see that his eyes were teary too. They stared at each other for what felt like hours, an intense silence ensuing around them. The tension heavy as the couple who’d spent weeks apart were only inches away from one another in a room that held their best moments.

One of them made the move first, maybe it was him or her, it was too fast as their lips met for a kiss that was bruising. Weeks of pent up sadness, want and desire combined their movements of desperation as he clawed at the back of her legs, securing them around his waist.

“Fuck I’ve missed you.” He said in between kisses. His voice hoarse as he walked around the bed and dropped her on it. Still on top of her not wanting to part from her for even one second or he felt as though she’d slip through his fingers. She was letting him touch her, letting him spread her legs apart as his fingers moved the flimsy material of her underwear to the side, finding the little nub that he missed and starting the same rhythm that always had her writhing in his grasp.

“I hate you for making me feel like this.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” His fingers rubbed against her most private part, her slick already coating his fingers as he continued to touch her the way he knew she liked.

“You are the worst.” She was breathing hard as they pulled away from one another, eyes still sad and cheeks stear stained. He kissed the corner of her eyes, her eyes fluttering close as he became the sensible man she missed so much. He kissed her cheeks as though he was erasing the tears he’d caused.

“I am.” His voice was so low as their lips met again. His middle finger had entered her slick and it had been more than a month for her, she felt like she was seeing stars with just his hands. It had been much less for him, but this one really felt like home.

Admittedly his words carried more weight than he could admit. How nights could get so lonely as he traveled to different countries. One was almost always around, sneaking glances and how it had turned into lingering looks and then into so much more as the days passed. But she wasn’t like his girl, no one could ever come close to the actual feeling of home. How home was the girl in Monaco who loved him and kept him grounded, reminding him of what was important in life.

He was desperate to feel more of her. To be inside her. With his fingers pumping inside her for a bit more, he freed himself from his jeans clumsily. The garment falling to the floor along with his boxers, her panties had followed and within seconds his fingers had been replaced with his throbbing member.

He would be lying if his eyes didn’t roll back and a sigh of relief didn’t leave his lips as he felt her warm walls engulf him. She was letting him have her, to fuck her senseless. Moaning below him as he fucked her into the matress with his harsh movements. He hadn’t even given her time to adjust to him again, feeling so desperate to just fuck away the pain and sadness out of them both.

To him this was his way of making it up to her, of them making up and that things would be ok. To her this was a moment of shameful weakness. This wasn’t making up for her.

“I fucking love you, I’m sorry baby.” His hot breath was on her face as he looked down at her. She stayed silent instead maneuvering her fingers to tangle themselves in his hair making their lips meet again in a heated kiss that shared the same tension as that of the movements of their bodies below.

The room in a way felt like before again, didn’t carry that stifling and unbalanced feeling as before. It smelled like sex, sweat and their perfume combined once again. Much like the times before when they finally saw each other again, they always found themselves in this very room showing each other how much they had missed each other.

His movements were harsh. They almost always were when his trips away from Monaco were long. She was a mess below him, moaning into his mouth as he fucked into her harder, his fingers almost bruising at her legs. It was liberating for him this way, for her to feel how desperate he felt to make it up to her.

It was a mess of limbs, a heady of juices falling onto the bed below, of skin slapping against one another. It was all pornographic as best as she felt herself crumble into the pressure that had built itself inside her and washed over her in torrents as she pulled from his lips to cry out his name.

His movements became shallow and less turbulent as his own release was starting to pent up inside him, wanting nothing but to fill her with his cum. When he did, with tense muscles all he could do was groan in pure content as he filled his girl with his heavy cum. It felt like it had been so long without her and he realized how she much he needed her.

He fell at her side on the bed once he’d cleaned her up with a towel. Her little whimpers at the feel of the soft towel on her sensitive area had made him wince at the realization that maybe he had been a bit too rough this time.

But once he’d found his way to nestle to her side, she had gotten up and placed her underwear again. Fixing her wrinkled dress again to its old state.

“What--What are you doing?”

“Leaving.”

“What?” He said incredulously, his own body pushing off the bed and placing his own garments of clothing back on.

She started zipping up the brown suitcase which had luckily for her not fallen off the bed despite the mess they had made on the bed.

“That was a moment of weakness for me. I know there’s more to what you’re letting on. I’m not letting that go. I know there’s more to you and Kelly than what you’re telling me. Why you’ve been pulling away from me lately.”

“It’s not the distance because we’ve dealt with that plenty. Our relationship wasn’t filled with excuses, missed calls or late text messages like it is now. You’ve been pushing me away and now I’m not the person you’re most excited to see, Max. I see that. Regardless of us having just had sex or not, I wasn’t the first person you wanted to see today.”

“You’re my girlfriend, you’re always the first person I want to see.”

“You haven’t made it seem like that for a while now.”

“It was a mistake. Today and all those times I’ve failed to communicate, I’m sorry. This life is hard sometimes, I get so lost in it at times. You’re the one person that keeps me sane and keeps me grounded.”

“I’m not that person for you anymore, Max. I see it now.” Those little droplets she hated so much and wanted to avoid began falling down her cheeks yet again. With trembling hands she grabbed the suitcase from the bed and began making her way out of the room.

Max felt desperate again. His heart felt like it was clawing at his throat, beating so rapidly as he watched the woman he’d been taking for granted start walking away from him and his life.

He was close behind, following her through the hallway into his living room. Pleading with her as the apologies fell from his lips, his own eyes were watery. He really was losing her for his own stupid choices.

He realized then that the grass isn’t always greener on the other side. His garden had began wilting, he’d foregone watering it, the petals fallen off the pretty flower he had once cherished and cared for.

“You’ll always be that person for me. I don’t want you to leave, petal. I really need you.”

She was crying as she continued the short trek to the front door. Hearing him plead for her this way was painful. But there was more to what he was letting on, more to what him and that woman shared and she couldn’t falter. Not this time.

“It’s clear you’ve already found my replacement.” Was all she could bring herself to say without her voice giving out on her. She didn’t turn back to look at him once as she pulled the door open and closed it after herself.

Hope you guy like this angst piece I wrote in a day! Might have its errors here and there but I love angst 🤭 and I also have been really enjoying some Max Verstappen hehehe

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asmoslverboy · 4 months

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Asmodeus × CatParent!Boyfriend

There was your little kitty, sitting on your lap, her claws sweetly dragging on your clothes. She purred, a big little yawn drawn from her mouth as she fell into slumber.

And there spawned your other kitty, your darling boyfriend Asmodeus, barging into your room with his signature pout on his face. What would it be this time? Has he run out of pink nailpolish? Needs to buy new clothes? Perhaps he accidentally threw away a half-full packaging of his face cream again?

He sits on your bed, quiet, staring at you as if asking for your undivided attention. Uh-oh, is it a serious type of conversation?

You turn around, sitting a little straighter so you can properly look at him— and in doing so, you awaken your cat, causing her to run under your bed for a more comfortable sleeping condition.

Before you get the chance to ask him what the matter was, he straddled your lap, causing you to fall over on your bed, your back against the mattress as you were trapped within Asmo's grasp.

"That creature surely can't be more important to you than your lover! You're my boyfriend! You're supposed to be paying attention to me!" His whiny voice echoes through your room, possibly across the hallways of the House of Lamenation as well.

"What makes you think I'd date a cat?" You press your lips against his own, suppressing a giggle. He was being a bit ridiculous, no? "That's not the point. Focus on me for a change!" He said, playfully biting your earlobe.

"C'mon, you can't actually prefer spending time with her than with your princess." Asmo whispered, his tongue running over the same spot.

"If I promise to give you all my attention for the rest of the night, will you stop complaining?" You whispered right back, pressing a kiss on the side of his neck.

"And spare you of hearing my wonderful, enchanting voice? I don't think so." He kissed yours as well, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you as close to his body as physically possible.

#was thinking of this when i was cuddling my lil cat #asmo is all thats on my mind lately #i love him!!!#my gayass pretty princess boyfriend #obey me #shall we date obey me #asmodeus #asmodeus obey me #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x male reader #boyfriend!asmodeus #asmodeus headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me x male reader

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(i was lazy with the photo cover but his reaction in this is valid)

Holloween Party

Paring: sukuna x female reader

Contains: smut, fluff, teasing and mocking sukuna

Summary: Yuji had invited you to a holloween party event with the rest of the group. Since there was a costume dress up, you wanted to do the best thing you can think of. Dressing like the king of curses. You later find out how the king himself thinks of your attire.

You were so excited for this party that Yuji had invited you to. Even though you did not like parties you did like Halloween and yuji. But the reason why you liked yuji was because you had a crush on the king of curses.

Sometimes when yuji was asleep you would go talk to sukuna instead. He said many terrible words and threats to you. The more time you spent with him, the more he became closer to you and actually liked talking to you, hearing your thoughts on the world.

He loved the way you teased itadori calling him a brat and how you always knocked him on his ass when training. It made sukuna laugh while sitting on his bone throne or just laying around in yuji’s head.

Now here you were dressing up in your most greatest idea of a costume you could ever think of. It made people feel fear when gazing at the king or even hearing of him. You chuckled and smiled putting on the last mark on your face and laughed with excitement. "Yes! It's perfect they are going to freak out."

Everyone was in the banquet room of the school waiting for you as they stood around talking and eating. Yuji began to worry as he looked at the time on his phone and frowned. "Where is she?"

He worried that you might have changed your mind. "Hey Megumi, I am going to her place to see if she is alright." Megumi waved him off saying whatever. Yuji walked to the front door and opened only to get startled and yelled.

Gojo had walked over hearing yuji then saw what he yelled for as he slid down his sunglasses with a smirk. Yuji stepped back as you smiled with open arms saying " what is there something on my face?" You stepped in as gojo laughed saying "you look better than sukuna himself."

As you walked past them and headed into the party everyone stopped to look at you with their mouths dropped open and stayed quiet.

You looked close enough to the king himself, just female. The copy of tattoos on your face with the extra drawn on eyes of his. The white kimono just like his with his shoes and the tattoos around your wrist. What topped it all off was the pink you had put in your hair. "Hello brats."

Through the whole party you were the talk of the night. You looked at everyone's costumes for the party. Gojo was going to come as himself but yuji and the others said no. So they drew extra eyes on his face to make six. Nabora came as a devil, with horns, a pointed tail and pitch fork wearing a skin tight black clothing. Megumi was forced to be a werewolf. Yuji and nabora bought him the outfit with spike collar, ears and a tail, he didn't look too happy.

Panda was supposed to be a normal panda bear so he carried a bamboo stick. Maki was dressed as a samurai. Toge was dressed like a frog. Todo a bull with fur pants and horns. The best for last was yuji, dressed in a tiger onesie. You admit he looked really cute in that, as you smile at his shocked expression from seeing you.

Throughout the night everyone was commenting on your dress up as sukuna. No one hasn't really seen the king of curses in his domain dressed in his kimono. But you let them understand sukuna does wear a kimono and you have seen it only once.

You were at the food table getting snacks stuffing your face just as you looked over seeing Yuji watching you. When you looked at him you noticed one of the slits under his eyes open. The little red eye staring at you then closed. Yuji rubbed the back of his neck. "Hey sorry sukuna wanted to see you. You look really good by the way. Like really cool. Better than sukuna." He chuckled as you giggled then slipped a hand into the kimono saying "I appreciate your efforts of flattery brat. But not enough to seduce me. Gambre gambre." Yuji looked at you surprised then started to laugh.

After a few hours at the party you thought enough was enough for tonight so you walked back to your dorm room with yuji beside. The both of you walk close together talking and laughing. When you entered your room, having you back to Yuji, you heard him grunting. You looked over seeing him hunched over and concern filled your face. "Yuji you alright?"

He raised up, closing your door with a slam and you gazed at the tattoos on his face and four red eyes.

"Sukuna!?"

He smirked and said "brat. You think it's funny to mock me."

"No but admit it, I look better. Who knows maybe I am the real king of curses." You held up two fingers and moved them in ways if you tried to slash him. Sukuna crossed his arms raising and eyes brow staring at you. You sighed then walked over to him and pressed yourself against his body. "Hey sukuna, you look cute in the tiger outfit even more with your tattoos out." He growled then quickly ripped it open revealing him in only his underwear. Your eyes roamed over his body seeing the muscle and tattoos.

He grabbed your hips staring at you with a smirk "so now that I am here how about I show who the king really is." You smirked back at him saying "gambre gambre." Sukuna growled then said "strip." "You dare demand me." Sukuna let out a sigh then grabbed your jaw between his fingers and leaned down. Not realizing what he was doing until your felt his lips against yours.

Your lips pressed against his and reached behind you to untie the back of the kimono and stripped it off. No one knew that you got close to sukuna and developed feelings for him as he did with you. Yuji only knew of this since he is the vessel for sukuna he had to know. Sweet as yuji is, he kept it a secret when he came back mid kiss with sukuna. You freaked out and began to cry to him not to tell anyone only because yuji cared for you and liked you as well. He kept his mouth shut.

Sukuna pulled away from you to look at your body seeing you only laced bra and panties under that kimono and more copy marking of himself across your body.

"I do see, little one not so bad at copying me. But not as good as how I look." Your eyes went to sukuna’s body as he smirked. "Yea you see that sweetheart, the look in your eyes. You wanted to be a little slut didn't you. Wearing nothing underneath that kimono. Just waiting for me to come to you."

"Sukuna, please take me." You leaned more onto the bed and spread your legs. He chuckled and leaned over your body then pushed his hips against your. You could feel his cock rubbing against your clothed folds making you whimper. "Huh what happened to that snarky attitude sweetheart? Now you are whimpering like a whore." You gave him a slap on his chest hearing the smack echo in the room. "Don't talk like that to me punk."

Sukuna chuckled then brought his lips to your neck and sucked on your precious skin. He opened his mouth to lick the bruises he left and took a soft bite to your skin and raked his teeth across your neck. You let out a moan wrapping your arms around his neck and arched your body against his. Sukuna chuckled as you felt it rumble through his chest.

You needed him even after all he does to your friends, to yuji and the world you could not help but to see another side of him. The other side that just needed someone to care for who he is.

You slightly pushed him away unblinking your bra letting your breast spring free in his face then wiggled out of your underwear. spreading your legs back open for him to view your glistening flesh.

"Look at that so wet and dripping for me already. It's been so long since I've been inside a woman. I am giving you a warning now, I might get a little rough." Sukuna removed the rest of his clothing, his cock spring up stiff and the pink tip leaked with pre cum. Your eyes stared at it, seeing the black markings across his shaft. A smirk formed on your lips into a smile with a giggle. He raised an eyebrow and said "what are you laughing at punk?!"

"It's a turn on to see your cock with markings. Pretty sexy." Sukuna scoffed, grabbed your wrist, moved them above your head and held them there with one hand. His eyes trailed over the drawn on marking across your chest then looked to your eyes. He grabbed his cock and started to pump himself then slid his tip across your folds. Starting to circle your clit with his tip smearing his cum across your folds. You whimpered more and bucked your hips while your fingers tried to scratch at his hand holding your wrist down.

"Sukuna please, I need you."

"Look at that got you begging for the real king of curses. What is it you want darling this?" He slid just the tip into your entrance feeling you trying to clench around it. "Yes, my king give it to me please. Nothing will ever compare to you." You begged for him, hearing his chuckle. "As you wish my queen."

Sukuna snapped his hips forward pushing inside of you making you moan out loud. "Now darling you have to be quiet. The others will hear you." He removed his hand from your wrist then clamped it over your mouth as you felt lips on his palm and a tongue lick your lips. You parted your lips letting the tongue on his hand slip inside your mouth. You hummed against his hand battling the tongue as he started to move his hips, sliding all the way inside you till the base of him.

He let out a heavy groan feeling the warmth of your walls around his shaft and smirked on how you took all of him. When he started to slowly rock his hips you felt his thick cock sliding back and forth inside of you, feeling your walls tight around him.

"That is a good girl. Taking me so well already. Fuck your tight. You like to feel my fat cock inside you." You hummed against his hand, making out with the mouth then he pulled it away leaving a string of saliva from both mouths. Sukuna grabbed your hips with a tight squeeze and looked at you with a devilish smile.

"Don't scream too loud darling."

As you felt his finger tips dig into your skin as he held you in place with every hard thrust. You gazed at his abs seeing them flex with every thrust then looked up to him, your cheeks flushed.

"Sukuna more please, deeper."

Sukuna grabbed your legs and swiftly lifted them to his shoulders and bent you in half. Feeling the new angle made your heart flutter and pussy tighter around him.

"Yea you like that slut. Hmm tell me who do you belong to?" He pounded into you harder and deeper, hitting your good spot over and over. "Sukuna, I belong to you my king!" Your hands went into his hair and trailed them over his shoulders digging your nails into them. "That is a good girl. My queen. Now let me give you more of what you need."

His thrust got harder rutting into you feeling your walls tighten his lips latched to your neck sucking and biting. "Yes sukuna right there don't stop!" Your heavy breaths mixed with his grunts as he clawed into your pillow. You know it's been many years for sukuna. So you let him have his way with you beside you enjoying it. His powerful hips rocking your body hearing the bed creak under the two of you. The sound is sex filling your dorm room.

Sukuna continued to thrust, feeling your wet warm walls squeezing around his cock. "Fuck darling tell me where you want it?"

You bit your lip, laying your head back and moaned. "Inside me sukuna I want to feel all of you inside me." He chuckled and said "oh dirty girl wants seed, wanting me to fill you up and make a baby in you with the brats cum."

You moaned, feeling a pleasure build in your womb as you latched onto him squeezing around him. "Sukuna..I can't hold it." "Let it out my queen. Cum for me. Show me that you're a good girl."

You yelled out his name, creaming around his cock as he pounded out your orgasm and found his release. Groans of your name filled your ear and painted your velvet walls white. He stopped his thrusts to look at you and smirked. "Don't get tired of me no my love I am not finished with you yet. I will show those sorcerer brats who you belong to." When he pulled out you saw his cock covered with a sheen of white and still stiff. "Let's see if you can handle me darling. I will let you be on top this one time. Don't make a habit."

Sukuna laid onto his back as you smiled and climbed over him and sat down on his cock feeling it go into you slowly inch by inch. "Too slow brat." He grabbed your hips digging claws into your skin and slammed you down onto him. You gasped out a yelp mixed with a moan then started to roll your hips. "Bet the brat is enjoying the view, probably making a mess of himself."

He thrusted up into you hard and with each thrust you could hear the smack of your juices leaking around him and the air being forced out your lungs. He kept a hold of your hips hard, it was going to leave you with bruises later. You didn't care you wanted him to mark you. You wanted the world to know that sukuna did have a soft spot for you.

Sukuna bucked his hips up watching your breast bounce with each pound of his thrust. Moans and heavy breath escaped you while bouncing on top of him and dug your nails into his wrist. Feeling yourself close you laid your head back chanting his name as sukuna smirked. "Are you my good girl?!" "Yes, Sukuna, I am your good girl!"

He chuckled, feeling you ride him and bounce on his cock, the way your walls clamp around him and creaming. "Ahh yes cum darling, lose control on your king." He rutted up into you releasing his seed deep inside you for the second time as you yelled out his name not caring about who hears you. Sukuna pounded your orgasm while you pressed your hands onto his chest and looked at him breathing hard. When you looked at his face you smiled at him then pulled yourself off his cock feeling everything come out of you. Your body laid limp on the bed beside him catching your breath. You noticed his body had smeared of black ink across his skin from the markings you put on yourself, they were also smudged across your body. Sukuna eyed the love bites he left on your neck and shoulders. You looked over at him and smiled then nuzzled against him making him groan and roll his eyes.

"I am not here to cuddle you. I just needed my release." You smiled and hid your face in the crook of his neck saying "you are still my king sukuna just know I will be here later if you need me." Sukuna smirked saying "I know my queen you can not escape me now."

Sukuna swapped back with yuji after you fell asleep leaving the boy in shock to see both your naked bodies against each other. Yuji had a deep blush covering his cheeks as he stared at you then placed your blanket over you. Sukuna forms his mouth on yujis hand, chuckling and says "you are welcome brat, but don't get any ideas y/n is mine."

Ahhh imagine dressing up like him just to see his reaction. I done it before dressing like him and the kimono is so comfy i see why he wears it.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader

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