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writersblog20 · 1 year

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High

Pedro Pascal x (curly hair) reader

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Summary: After a very shitty day, your neigbour, Pedro helps you to relax in every way possible

Warnings: Smoking weed, drinking alcohol, age-gap, sexual tension, reader gets picked up, smut, p in v, no condom (please do use a condom), mention of panic and anxiety (just one sentence or so) oral Female receiving, squirting, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names, Pedro being called: Papi, creampie, blowjob, soft sex, soft Pedro, overstimulation, aftercare and fluff

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High

You angrily placed your bag on your table when you arrived home. You were beyond pissed. You were finally done with some part of the exams for now but god did your professor test your patience today. This was your final exam and you’ve been preparing very good for it but you had to give a presentation with two of your teachers and your professor tried everything he could think off to dismantle your arguments and it worked. He got right underneath your skin, pissing you off to no end. There was no winning here for you. You did well though, very well even but you and that professor always buttheads together. So you came home, pissed out of your mind and couldn’t wait to smoke a joint and drink some wine or well, anything will do if it has alcohol in it. You quickly put your oversized hoodie on before going outside.

You let out a deep, frustrated sigh, got your joint and sat down on your porch as you put some music on. You lit the candles that were on the table of the porch. It started to get dark outside and you were more than ready to forget about this day as if it never even happened.

You inhaled the smoke and let it rest in your lungs. You started to feel the tension loosen up a bit until you heard the door open from your neighbour, the one and only Pedro Pascal. The daddy of the internet, the famous actor and your neighbor. You had a crush from the moment he moved in the house next to you. Yeah it wasn’t helping your daddy issues in any way here. You panicked a little because you didn’t want him to know that you smoked weed. He walked up to your porch with a bright smile that already made you forget about your day as you smiled back. You could say by now that you and Pedro were good friends.

“Hey neighbour!” he said with a smirk. You smiled but felt your heartrate pick up. He held up a tray of corona’s and a bottle of tequila. “Want to have a beer with me? Heard you had a bad day.” He told you, awaiting your answer. “Sure why not.” You smiled. “How do you know I have a bad day?” you asked him once you realized what he said. “Your mom texted me, asking if I could check up on you. Besides, it gave me a reason to see you again.” He told you with a teasing smirk which made you feel flustered. Pedro’s charm always worked on you and made your crush grow stronger.

He sat next to you. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her that you smoke weed.” He told you casually and your face fell from being caught but you also felt the tension leave your body “As long as you share this one with me.” he told you with the same smirk and held up his own joint. You chuckled slightly and relaxed back into your chair. “Deal.” You giggled as Pedro handed you a shot of tequila and clinked it together “Salud” Pedro said, making you repeat him. You took the shot and groaned slightly when you finished it. Pedro opened the corona bottle and handed it to you and lit the joint after.

“So… Want to talk about it?” he asked you a bit more serious now as he handed you the joint. You took a big hit and held it in your lungs for a bit. “It was my teacher. He tried to fuck me over in every way he could find.” You told him and Pedro frowned, not liking what he heard. You told him about your day and let out a deep sigh when you were done. “He sounds like a first class dick.” Pedro told you, making you nod and stare in front of you while taking another hit before passing it to Pedro.

You were finally high and relaxed, not really wanting to talk about your day anymore. You started to get more comfortable in the chair. You looked at Pedro who already looked at you with his big brown eyes. You couldn’t look away as a rush of excitement went into your tummy. You see, you weren’t used to this weed and some have a… well an effect on you. You were horny let’s just keep it on that and the hot man sitting next to you, who you had a big crush on wasn’t helping this case at all. But you weren’t even sure if he ever thought of you in that way because of the age gap.

You looked in front of you again, feeling the heat creeping up. Some curls fell in front of your face, placing them back behind your ears only for them to jump back in place so you just blew them out of your face, not noticing how mesmerized Pedro looked at you right now. You heard the familiar tune of The Weeknd with Lost in the fire and got did the air around you two tighter.

Pedro got the shot glasses and poured another shot of tequila in it, giving it to you, looking directly into your eyes. You saw something in his eyes that you haven’t seen before, it was a lustful look yet adoringly. For some reason you started to feel very confident and gave him your best flirt look. A soft smirk with siren eyes as you leaned towards him a bit. “Salud.” You told him seductively. Pedro swallowed and looked away from you, shifting in his seat a bit, making you grin. “Salud.” He cleared his voice before he spoke and looked at you again as you took the shot. His eyes scanning every feature on your face, the way your curls were bouncing a bit while his heartrate started to pick up and his pants got a bit too tight for his liking.

You heard the familiar tune of the neighbourhood with daddy issues and all of your confidence flew out of the window while you felt your whole face heat up and a bit of embarrassment flowing through your body. You felt too embarrassed to put on a different song at this point. You tried to take a sneaky look at Pedro but was met with his brown eyes. He had a smirk, feeling that your confidence passed on to Pedro. His eyes were darker and filled with lust. You quickly looked away. You were wondering if this was the effect of the weed or if he was always just like that.

Flashes of that TikTok edit came to your mind with all of the sinful thoughts you had right now. You couldn’t shake the images out of your head. You would never tell him that you watched endlessly TikTok edits of your hot older neighbor that was at least 24 years older than you. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours sweetheart?” he asked you. You realized that you were deep, very deep in thought.

You played with the label that was placed on the corona bottle. You shook your head slightly. “Nothing important.” Pedro took a sip of his bottle, keeping eye contact with you and you felt the heat moving somewhere else as you squirmed just a bit in your chair. The silent that Pedro put in the conversation was unbearable as the air thickened around the two of you. “That’s good weed.” You commented with a slight chuckle. Pedro chuckled “Yeah definitely” he looked at you and you couldn’t get enough of his eyes as you felt butterflies. “Oh I love this song! Dance with me!” Pedro’s excitement made you chuckle as he was already standing and held his hand out for you.

You giggled and took his large hand in yours and stood up. Pedro’s smile was contagious while his arm was around your waist and the other holding your hand. You felt like you were going to black out at this point. Your heart beating against your chest and it felt like your skin was on fire where he touched you. You grew very shy and couldn’t even look at him focusing on your shoes. “Hey, look at me, I’m right here.” He told you and placed a finger underneath your chin, looking up at him. His kind brown eyes connected with yours and you felt yourself go into a trance, all mushy. He smiled adoringly at you. “There you are.” He told you softly with a smile. “use your hips more baby.” he commented “I know you got it in you.” he told you with a slight wink.

You were officially a puddle in his hands right now. Did he know about your crush? Does he like you? He must if he says these things. And the pet name? Are you kidding me?!! You were completely lost in your head but yet still very much in the moment.

You knew how to use your hips but you didn’t feel that confident yet. “I’m afraid I need more tequila for that.” You giggled slightly, embarrassed while you looked at his chest, not able to make eye contact. Pedro let go off you with one hand, the other still tightly around your waist while he grabbed the bottle. He took a sip straight from the bottle while looking at you with a grin and passed it to you after he was done. You took some good gulps, hoping that it would work soon. Pedro probably mistaken your nervousness for uncomfortable and he let go immediately off you, never wanting to make you uncomfortable. You frowned a bit and looked at him confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I thought…” He told you and shook his head not wanting to finish his sentence and was ready to take his stuff and leave but you stopped him by grabbing his arm and letting your other hand rest on his chest.

Pedro looked at your hand that was on his chest and back to you. “I didn’t feel uncomfortable… I felt nervous…..” you told him shyly. It was silent and you looked up at him, a bit of fear visible in your eyes and Pedro’s eyes soften at you, turning his body completely towards you. His fingers softly going over your cheek before placing a curl behind your ear (or tried at least). “Nervous for what?” Pedro almost whispered as the air started to tighten around you again while his hand covered yours on his chest, taking your hand in his. You tried to look down but his finger was underneath your chin again, pulling you up. “I…. I ehhh think you now why.” Pedro’s eyes held more lust again. “I want you to tell me.” his voice still holding that gentleness.

You looked up, goosebumps covering your body. You made eye contact with Pedro and felt a rush of confidence going over you and you quickly placed your lips again his. Pedro knew it was going to happen but was still a bit shocked. You sighed in the kiss and held his shirt in your fist. Pedro sighed in the kiss as well. His arms around your waist, pulling you against his body while his other hand found your cheek, cupping it while he deepened the kiss. His hand that was resting on your hip dug into your skin causing you to moan in the kiss.

Pedro walked backwards, his hand searching for the doorknob without breaking the kiss as you both stumbled inside your home. The kiss turned into a lot of lust while your hands went over his body as well. His hand found your ass and he tightly grabbed it and you jumped into his arms as a reaction. “Bedroom?” he broke from the kiss, his lips plump just like yours from the heated kiss. You pointed to the door while you started to attack his neck and your hands going through his soft hair.

He opened the door, letting out a shaky breath as you sucked a spot in his neck. He carefully laid you down on the bed, hanging above you. You were both out of breath while you held intense eye contact. You wanted to grab his face so you could kiss him again, it was addictive but Pedro pulled back, making you frown. “Are you sure?” he asked you, looking intently into your eyes. “Yes” was all you could say as you lips crashed against yours again.

Your hands were in his hair and your body started to move on its own, pushing your hips up so you could grind against him. You were completely intoxicated by the man above you. He attached his mouth to your neck while his hand went over the curves from your body. God this man did things to you that he had no idea of. Finally Pedro let his body go closer to you and you grinded against his still growing bulge in his pants. You whimpered slightly, you were so needy for this man and he knew it.

His hands going slowly over your clit over your pants, making you whimper. “Daddy please.” You murmured, whines evident in your voice as you begged him. He stopped sucking the sweet spot in your neck and you felt shame and panic growing in your stomach. “what did you call me Chiquita?” his eyes looked amused by your sentence. Shame and panic left your body but shyness got in their space. “Come on, repeat it baby. What did you call me?” he had a smirk on his face as you whispered out “Daddy.” Pedro’s eyes went darker again while he leaned towards your ear, his breath on your cheek. “That’s right. I’m your daddy.” You turned your head a bit so you could kiss him again.

His hand going where you needed him the most but still over your pants. “Please daddy please!” you pleaded. Pedro had a smug smile on his face, fully enjoying this. His hands roamed over your body again before his hand finally disappeared into your jeans. Your hips grinding against his hands. Pedro felt how wet you were and groaned into your ears and he could feel the reaction his moans had on you while you clenched on his finger. He smiled and softly bit your ear lobe while you whimpered. His hand coming from your jeans and showed you how wet you were. You felt the heat creeping up your cheeks. “Is this all for me Chiquita?” He whispered in your ear. Your brain was so mushy that all you could do was nod.

He smiled and kissed you passionately before Pedro took your jeans off gently. His lips on your leg slowly going up while his hand caressed your leg. When his mouth got attached to your thigh, he made eye contact with you, his hot breath against your thigh while he torturously slow went up to your core which was covered by your panty. His thumb over your panty, circling your clit. You moaned out and arched your back. You wanted him, needed him. “Tell me what you want baby girl.” He whispered his voice still laced with comfort and softness. You whimpered out almost beggingly “I want you, papi.” The moment called him: “papi” his grin grew like you’ve never seen before and he took off your panty.

He placed a delicate kiss on your clit while looking at you with mischief. You let your head fall on your pillow, moaning out. You were sure that you were dripping at this point. You felt his tongue over your whole pussy, giving it a good lick before sucking on your clit. Your hand went through his hair, holding it carefully while he held your other hand, letting it rest on your stomach while he intertwined his fingers with yours. He looked up at you with his big brown cow eyes while he ate you out was enough to make you cum.

Pedro noticed that you were close and slowly put his finger in your entrance and curled it, playing with your g-spot. You gasped out and squeezed his hand tightly, your other hand clutching on his hair, making it messy. “Daddy, I’m close, please don’t stop.” You begged him. Pedro let go of your hand and held your hips a bit up in a tight lock, making it unable for you to move while his eyes watched your expressions close and intensely. Before you knew it a rush of ecstasy washed over you as Pedro kept going, almost overstimulating you.

His grip loosened and Pedro hang above you again with an adoring look as you tried to catch your breath, looking mesmerized at Pedro, his hair all messy from your hand in it. You pulled him for a kiss. His hands roaming over your body again. You pushed Pedro softly on his back and sat on his lap, kissing him again. Pedro gently cupping your cheeks. Some of your curls fell onto his forehead and he pulled it back. You started to grind on his dick through his pants. Your orgasm left a wet spot on his pants while you kept grinding. Pedro held your hips tightly and let his head fall on your pillow, letting out a groan. “There you go mamacita. Keep doing that.” You felt your stomach flutter from the nickname. “I had some other things in mind.” You told him and got off from his lap.

Pedro looked at you while you undid his pants. “Let me take care of you now daddy.” You told him, knowing it got to him. He groaned when you pulled his cock out and didn’t waist a second before going down, slobbering all over. God this man was build differently and it made your mouth water and your pussy clench by the idea of him in you. It definitely was a sloppy blowjob and from the sounds Pedro made, he enjoyed it very much so. He cursed underneath his breath with gasps. His hand found your hair and held your curls in his hand, holding it away from your face. You made eye contact with Pedro and he let out a moan and let his head fall on the pillow from the amount of pleasure that you were giving him.

“Fuck…., Baby if you keep doing that I’m going to cum.” He told you and got you off from him, carefully laying you on your back again and Pedro above you. He kissed you passionately like he had never done before, taking your breath away as you both moaned in the kiss. “I need you Papi, please, please.” Your eyes begged him and Pedro had to control himself so he wouldn’t cum by just your begging already. “God you are something else baby girl.” You crashed your lips against his again.

You took his sweater off and he took your oversized hoodie off as well, softly undoing your bra and the moment you were completely naked in front of him, he looked mesmerized at you with a smile before laying above you again and pulling you back in a passionate kiss. Your hand slowly going over his chest, belly and towards his cock. You held his cock in your hands and Pedro gasped slightly when you guided it to your entrance. Pedro stopped kissing you while you guided him into your entrance. His thumb softly rubbing your cheek for comfort. You put the tip in and you were dripping on the sheets when you pushed him in slowly before Pedro took over.

You whimpered, your eyes tightly shut from the pain and pleasure. He was stretching you out but he did it slowly while he groaned out as well. When he was fully in he waited so you could get used to his size. “Look at me mama.” He told you and you opened your eyes carefully. You saw Pedro looking at you with all the love radiating from his eyes. “You’re going to be okay. If it hurts, you tell me okay?” you nodded and Pedro kissed your forehead, making you feel all fuzzy and clingy. “Please daddy, I want to feel you. I want you close.” You begged and Pedro slowly started to move while he kept looking at you to see if you were okay.

His cock was coated by your juices, making him moan out. You put your arms around his shoulder, pulling him closer to your body. You craved the skin to skin contact. He sat up with you still hanging on him as a koala. He sat up straight, his cock deep buried inside of you. “Ride me baby, show daddy what you can do.” He told you, your arms still wrapped around his shoulders while you started to grind on his dick. His hands on your hips, pushing you deeper on his cock. You started to grind faster, feeling the euphoric feeling coming closer. “Papi…” you whispered out, followed by moans as you clenched on his dick. Pedro placed his arms tightly around you, pushing your chest against his in a hug. You started to shake on his cock, Pedro moaning out as a reaction while you clenched on his cock. “There you go princesa” Pedro grumbled out.

He laid down on his back, you still on top of him. You kept riding him while he took in every part of your body. “My god, your angelic.” He told you and pulled you down as he cupped your cheeks and kissed you deeply before putting his arms around you again and started to pound you out. You gasped at the sudden speed and the way it hit your g-spot perfect. Pedro cursed underneath his breath when he felt your juices flowing out of you. You were squirting before you could even realize that it happened. Pedro moaned and tried to catch his breath, feeling you shake above him.

You collapsed on his chest and kissed him while you were still out of breath. His hair sticking to his forehead from sweat and you brushed them gently out of the way while

Pedro’s eyes followed you, completely intoxicated by you. His hands caressing your waist and curves. Pedro moved his hand to the back of your neck and pushed you down so he could kiss you. You heard Pedro moan in this kiss which caused you to clench around his dick again. Pedro grumbled and pushed you softly over so he could fuck you on your back.

His eyes were a bit darker, connected with yours as he pushed his cock back into you, causing you to gasp. Pedro held your legs as he pounded into you. Pedro was close to while you chased your own orgasm again. “Come in me, please come in me, daddy” Pedro grumbled out and laid on top of you, holding you close. The way he moaned in your ear, pounded you out and held you so gentle at the same time made you cum in no time again. “That’s it baby, come on papi’s dick. Clench on my cock Chiquita” You felt his own cum shooting deep inside of you. Pedro cursed in between grumbles, getting down from his own high. His head buried between your neck and shoulder until he calmed down and let it rest on your shoulder while you went with your hands through his hair, trying to catch your own breath.

Pedro rolled on his back, pulling you with him so he could hug you. You went with your fingertips over his chest, Pedro kissing your head and massaging your scalp. “So I was right? You really do have a crush on me.” Pedro said chuckling as you pushed him away as a joke and rolled your eyes but your smile said enough. Pedro pulled you back into his chest while laughing. “I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry. If it helps, I have a crush too….” Pedro whispered the last part in your ear, making you look at him. You both just watched each other for moment until you both chuckled. “Can you please stay tonight? I don’t want to be alone right now.” you told him and Pedro smiled lovingly at you. “I’ll stay as long as you want and need me to, princesa” you smiled from all the butterflies in your stomach.

Pedro held you tighter and you let him, craving his comfort. “Let’s stay here for a bit longer.” He told you, making you look up and kiss him gently. After a gentle and loving make-out session, both clinging to each other as you closed your eyes, happy that the shitty day didn’t end shitty

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se4son-of-the-witch · 2 months

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that’s what i thought - chris sturniolo

in which chris sets you straight

based off of this request !

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You pranced down the stairs, making your way to Chris. You were about to go out with your girls and wanted to tell him bye before you left. He was sitting in his gaming chair, scrolling on his phone.

“I’m about to leave, baby. I just wanted to tell you bye.” He turned around in his chair, sitting his phone in his lap. His eyes traveled up and down your body, stopping at your cleavage, which was very noticeable. Most of your skin was showing, as your tight black outfit did no good covering your curves.

“You’re not going.”

You tilted your head at him. “Huh?”

“You heard what I said.”

A laugh escaped your lips. “And why not?” You took a step back, resting against the wall. You crossed your arms over your chest, making your boobs spill out of your shirt even more.

“Look at the way you’re dressed. You’re not going out like that.” He leaned forward in his chair, his eyes not leaving you once. “Don’t want anyone getting the wrong impression.”

You scoffed at how dramatic he was being. “What, you think I’m gonna get on my knees the second a guy looks at me? Think I’m a whore or something?” You could see him roll his eyes, which made you even more eager to walk out the door.

“I never said you were a whore, you’re just dressed like one.”

“You’re acting like a dick,” you said quite harshly.

Chris stood up from his chair, walking his way towards you. “What the fuck did you say?”

“I said you’re being a dick.”

He glared down at you, his tall figure towering over you. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?” His intense stare made you look away from him. However, his hand snaked around your throat, forcing you to look at him. “That’s what I thought, ma. Attitude for no reason.”

Seeing Chris act like this wasn’t unusual, but it definitely had you feeling some type of way. His tone of voice alone had you squeezing your thighs together.

“Look at you,” he said, motioning to your thighs, “can’t even keep yourself together.” His knee pushed your legs open, landing in between your thighs. The sudden contact made you gasp, which made him smirk. “Where’d all that attitude go, ma? You’re all quiet now.”

He kept his eyes on you, waiting for you to speak. When you said nothing, he chuckled to himself. “That’s what I thought,” he said in a husky tone. He attached his lips to your neck, still keeping a firm grip, and placed kisses all over your skin.

Although you didn’t want to give in, it was becoming hard not to. When you felt his teeth sink into your skin, a whimper left your mouth, making him pull away with a grin. “If you wanted me to fuck some sense into you, that’s all you had to say.” The eye contact became the two of you became intense, the air becoming thick.

“Please,” you muttered. You looked up at him, your eyes begging for him to do something.

“Use your words, ma.”

You let out a sigh. You couldn’t believe how full of himself he was. “I want you to fuck me.” His gaze turned hungry as you spoke, making you bite your lip.

He wasted no time giving you what you wanted. His long fingers found the string of your top, untying it. Your tits fell free, making him clench his jaw. He dipped his head down, attaching his plump lips to your left breast. He toyed with your nipple, making you bite back a moan. The feeling of your sensitive skin between his teeth was enough to make your head fall back.

While he worked on your breast, his hands moved down your body. They rested on the thick skin of your thighs, giving them a hard squeeze. Almost as if he had your outfit memorized, he found the zipper of your tight jeans. He unzipped your jeans and pulled his head away from you.

“You sound so pretty, baby. Whining even though I’ve barely touched you.” He wore a smug look on his face. He crouched down in front of you, his face dangerously close to your pussy. He pulled your jeans the rest of the way off, tossing them to the side. You were left in your panties, which were orange and lacy, his favorite pair. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, a dark look in his eyes. “You knew this would happen, didn’t you.”

Before you could even respond, you felt his hand ghost over your pussy. He rubbed you through the fabric, making you moan above him. “Chris, please.” You looked down at him, desperation evident on your face.

He hooked his fingers onto the fabric, pulling it down your leg. You were now fully naked for him. His eyes moved up and down your body, his cock twitching as he took the sight of you in. His hands wrapped around your thighs, his head dipping dangerously close to you. His fingers found their way to your folds, slipping through them, slowly teasing you. You couldn’t help but look down at him, watching as he toyed with you.

He eventually replaced his fingers with his tongue, his mouth attaching to your clit. A high-pitched moan left your mouth as he took the sensitive bud in his mouth. Your hands reached for his head, pushing him into your cunt. “Fuck, baby,” you groaned out.

“You taste so good, mama,” he mumbled onto your cunt. His tongue continued to go to work, devouring you like his last meal. “I want you to cum for me.” His hand trailed up your body, grabbing onto your right breast.

Your head fell against the wall, moans leaving your mouth. You bucked your hips into his face, making him smirk on your pussy. A knot was beginning to form in your stomach, threatening to snap at any moment.

He pulled his face away, his chin glistening with your juices. He quickly slipped his fingers inside of you, pumping at a rapid pace. “Come on, mama.” With the pace he was going, you felt your orgasm approaching. You came around his fingers with a loud moan, making him smirk to himself.

He stood back up, his hands resting on your hips. “Taste yourself,” he whispered onto your lips. He connected his lips with yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth. “So sweet,” he said as he pulled away.

Although you were still coming down from your orgasm, you found yourself reaching for his shirt. You pulled it over his head, throwing it across the room. Your eyes scanned over his toned body, stopping back at his face. “You’re so greedy.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

A cocky smirk appeared on his face, “Chill out, I thought I was the dick here.” You rolled your eyes at his comment. Although Chris was just being funny, he didn’t appreciate your eye roll. Which is exactly why he turned you around, pushing you against the wall. A gasp left your mouth as you harshly hit the wall. “Don’t roll your eyes,” he growled into your ear.

Shivers went down your spine as you felt Chris’ hands roam down your body. You heard him shuffling behind you, assuming he was taking off his pants. A slap on the ass made you turn around. Chris stood with a smirk on his face, his hand resting on your lower back. You watched as he grabbed onto your ass, kneading the skin in his large palms. You pushed your ass out further, making him groan as you hit his lower half.

“Turn back around, ma.” He pushed on your back, making your face smush up against the wall. Although you couldn’t see him, you felt him slap his dick against your ass, making you bite your lip.

He stroked himself a few times before pushing himself into you, making you groan. “Fuck, Chris.” His hands found your hips, keeping a steady grip on you. After a moment, he began to thrust into you.

His eyes stayed on your ass, watching it jiggle as he pounded into you. “Fuck, mama,” His hand gripped your skin. “You look so good like this. Throwing your ass back like that.” He slapped the skin, leaving a red handprint behind.

Moans left your mouth as he touched you. You placed your hands on the wall, arching your back more. The more you arched, the further his cock plunged into you, making him groan. “Shit,” you breathed out as he hit your G-spot.

His hands found your hair, twisting up into your fist. He pulled you back, your body flush against his chest. “You feel so good, baby,” he whispered into your ear. He placed sloppy kisses on your shoulder, making you bite your lip.

With the pace he was going, you felt a familiar feeling wash over you. “Baby, I’m close.” His arms snaked around your waist, bringing you closer to him. This closeness gave him a new angle to hit, making you loudly moan. “Right there, don’t stop.”

He continued to thrust into you, occasionally leaving kisses on your skin. “Cum for me.” With a few more thrusts, you felt yourself cum around his cock, making him groan.

He wasn’t far behind you, giving a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling out. His cum shot onto your back, making him smirk down at you. “Fuck,” he sighed out.

He turned you back around, his hands wrapping around your waist. One of his hands moved down further, resting on your ass. “You did so good for me.” Your body rested against the wall, feeling weak from the intense orgasms. “Next time, I’m just gonna leave you all alone, begging for me to fuck you.” You looked up at him, an unamused look on your face.

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a/n: i ate this request right up…it was tooo good

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chososdiscordkitten · 4 months

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✫Escort!Toji✫ pt 2

MDNI

Pt 1 here

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x afab!reader Content: NSFW, direct continuation of pt 1, no use of y/n, comparisons, toji ruins ur shirt:( toji jacks off with ur panties, oral (f receiving) Implied oral (m), protected sex, 2 pics to help picture the positions bcs i suck at writing, toji cums in his pants AGAIN, reader cleans tojis fingers after yk, starts slow but eventually is rough, sweetheart used once, he is a confirmed panties stealer, no aftercare sowy

taglist: @lostmymarblesstuff @vicravluv @mutsu422

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Your eyes blinked open, feeling the dim light of the side table flood your vision making you go blind for a second. Suddenly very cold as you clutched onto the thin sheet on top of you. Your mind flashing back to what had happened before you fell asleep.

You sat up, looking at the clock on the side table, you had slept a whole 12 hours. It was 10 am Saturday, the next morning. You fell back into the pillows as you closed your eyes, remembering what happened last night. Remembering that you didn’t pay him, you shot up to check your wallet in fear that Toji had robbed you after fucking you to sleep.

Your inner thighs sting as you rummage through your coat. Opening your wallet and seeing it was full, counting the bills carefully. Your eyebrows furrowed, seeing it was all there. Thinking it was some kind of tactic to get you to keep coming back.

You exhaled, looking over at the room as you picked up the discarded clothing. ‘Shirt, skirt, socks, bra-’ you made a mental checklist. ‘Where are my panties?’ you looked everywhere. Under the bed, under the chair. The cracks of the mattress, the trash can. Nothing, thinking up a million reasons for why and how they disappeared.

Putting your clothes on as you look out the window from the doorway. Turning around and walking out. Now came the walk of shame, or so you thought. Walking down the hallway toward the elevator. Back to the lobby, avoiding eye contact with the same person behind the desk from last night.

“Um- Excuse me!” the woman said she reached out an arm towards you. “The room wasn't paid for- the gentleman said you would take care of it.” She said, looking you over as your face dropped.

“Of course-” you said, face warm from embarrassment. Walking over to the desk and looking down to your shoes as you heard her tell you the price. Quickly pulling out your wallet and giving her the cash, almost snatching your receipt as you hurried out of the hotel. In fear one of your co-workers would see you here.

Though your coworker had a point, you did sleep like a rock. But the embarrassment after finally letting go of stress and the pent up frustration in your womb was a lot to take on at once.

Arriving at your apartment and plopping onto your bed,‘I'll never do that again’ you vowed as you looked over at the crumbled piece of paper with his phone number in it. Shoving your face in your pillows as you fought off the flashing images of him.

Face burning up as you remembered what he did, how filthy he was, and how much you liked it. A chill ran down your spine as you felt your leg twitch. Swiftly getting up to take a cold shower. The next days were the same, taking a cold shower in the morning and one when you'd come home from work.

Anytime a coworker had upset you, you felt a certain anger that you hoped would be gone if you fucked Toji again. A blind anger that made your finger scroll through your phone, writing out a text and almost pressing send. Inhaling sharply before deleting it. Nodding your head no as you remembered your vow to not to do that again.

In a more realistic way, the anger probably wouldn’t go away if you fucked him, but it would help you let out some stress, let some of the poison that pooled inside of you.

Toji was worse. Finding himself being more irritable than he usually was. Telling his clients to ‘shut the fuck up’ whenever they tried to fake their moans, irritation coated his words knowing they could never even come close to sounding the way you did.

Knowing that with his clients, they did it just to keep him hard. But you? Your whines and pleads were practically forced out of you, eye twitching whenever he remembered how you came on his fingers.

He tried to not think of you, desperately trying to forget the fucked out expression that adorned your pretty face. Not even feeling the slightest bit of remorse when he’d snatch the cash out of their hands.

What pissed him off wasn’t that they sucked at fucking, or that they had no passion in their eyes. It was the fact that they'd ask him about his day, or ask him why he's doing this. Always expecting him to fall for them, almost making him tell them to get the fuck out whenever they’d say- “You’re going to charge me?” thinking that they were so good at having sex that he didn't need to be paid.

And there was nothing Toji hated more than when they’d ask him to fuck them raw, almost shuddering in disgust at the thought. Four days had passed since he fucked you. Still, he’d close his eyes and picture you while he drilled into the many clients. Your cunt, your tits, your teary eyes, and the way you fucking smelled.

The way you didn't hesitate to let him spit in your mouth. Remembering it made him throw his head back, biting his lip as he held back his groans. But it wasn't enough, they weren't enough.

In Toji’s alone time he would think how many women it would take to satiate this deep need for what you gave him a taste of. ‘10? No- 30?’ he’d think, he could count to 100 and he would still say no.

What Toji appreciated most about the interaction he had with you, was that you didn't try to get to know him first. You didn't ask if he could stay with you after, or ask him why he was prostituting himself.

Toji liked that you came to fuck, not to talk about feelings. He'd find himself stroking himself with your panties in his hand, eyes shut tight and hand practically strangling his cock. Soft groans leaving his mouth.

Teeth clenched tightly, holding his shirt up. He knew he should’ve woken you up to fuck you again.

His hand was never enough, he felt pent up even if he came triple the amount of times that week. Toji had thought of how to get you to ask him to hook up again, knowing that if you took any longer to text him he wouldn't have any control with how rough he'd be with you.

That forgotten feeling of guilt pooling in his stomach again, thinking that's probably why you haven't contacted him. He thought ‘fuck it-’ feeling his cock harden at the thought of seeing you again. His thumbs hovering over the keys as he thought of what to type.

‘Tomorrow. 6pm. Same room.’ quick thumbs pressing the keyboard, feeling his cock twitch as he looked at the name he saved you under. Smirk on his face as he watched the message go from ‘delivered’ to ‘read’ in seconds.

You had just gotten out of your morning shower, wrapped in a towel as your cheeks turned warm at the text. Your mouth cracked open as you saw he texted first. Thinking it was odd but not unheard of?

‘Maybe he just wants his money’ you'd think, fingers hesitating to reply. ‘Okay :)’ you replied, hoping he didn't think you were purposefully stiffing him, in hopes that the smiley face would make the situation easier.

Hoping he wouldn't be pissed that you didn't pay him. That night you kept thinking about it. ‘Why wait four days to ask me for his money? Was he doing accounts and noticed a lack of it? Will my kidney be stolen if I show up?’ millions of thoughts raced through your head as you tried to sleep.

Mainly of if he was plotting some kind of great violence against you. But whispers of ‘I hope we fuck.’ in your mind as you drifted to sleep.

The next day was spent hoping the clock would go by as slow as it did the last time you saw him, but it moved at a pace that made you feel a frog in your throat and made your knee bounce up and down nervously.

What made you even more afraid to go is how you heard one of your coworkers complain about how Toji canceled her appointment. Shuddering at the thought that he was losing money just to get you to pay him.

Remembering his figure and how strong he was, hoping he would have mercy on you if he decided to teach you a lesson.

Not even bothering to go home since the time was so close together, getting out of work at 5:30 and arriving at the hotel at 5:56 pm. Your feet numb as you walked past the front desk, making eye contact with the same receptionist looking at you.

Your work heels clacking against the tile floor. Stepping into the elevator as you fixed your shirt in the reflection. Adjusting the slacks you had decided to wear that morning. Sighing as you saw the elevator stop at the same floor.

Walking passed the same red doors as last time, only this time they were quiet. Probably because it was still light out, but it didn’t make your nerves ease. Making your thoughts race even faster as you walked passed the red doors.

Your legs slightly wobble as you reach room 203. Looking down at the carpet as you hesitate to ball your hand to a fist, knocking once and pulling back to knock again. But you heard the door knob jiggle after the first one.

This time no heavy footsteps or seconds before he opened the door. Letting your hand fall as you laid eyes on him. Tall figure looming over you. Toji’s jaw clenched tightly as he looked you up and down. You stared at him in silence.

His hand reached for your wrist as he yanked you inside. Slamming the door shut as he pressed you against the closed door. Tilting his head as he looked at you, Toji couldn't keep up this facade anymore. The pent up need inside his gut made him act before he could think.

Eyes roaming your shocked face as he leaned in closer, you mouthed a ‘what are you-’ as he pressed his lips to yours. Hands landing on your arms, holding you still as you felt him slide his tongue into your mouth. Feeling your confusion as you opened yours in return. Cock twitching as his half lidded eyes looked to yours that blinked shut. Seeing your face of worry fall to desire.

Your hands went to his forearm and shoulder to hold him back as his tongue reached deep into your mouth. Spit falling from the corner of your lips as you felt Toji’s hands undo the button of your slacks.

Sliding the zipper down as you felt his hand slide up your back. Noting how this felt much different than last time. This time he seemed more needy. Hands going to the buttons of your shirt as his thick fingers fiddled with the tiny buttons.

Groaning as he felt your hand slide down his torso, towards the tent in his pants. Lips sucking on yours as he struggled with the buttons of your shirt. His groans of frustration grew louder as his fingers slipped through the openings between the buttons.

Mentally cursing them as his fingers pulled harshly at your shirt. The sound of the flying buttons landing on the floor made you inhale loudly. Pulling your lips from his as he roamed down to your jaw, sucking on your skin leaving wet spots on it as he slid down to your breasts.

Toji’s hands wrapping around you as his fingers unhook the clasps of your bra. Simple and black, seeing as you didn’t expect this to happen. His hands sliding back up to your shoulders to push off your shirt, pulling the straps of your bra off of you. His eye twitched in anticipation when he saw your breasts.

Leaning into your neck, licking your skin while he made his way down to your bare nipple. Opening his mouth as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Groaning at the feeling of your nipple in his mouth. Sucking harshly like he wanted something to pour out of it.

One of his hands going to tug at your pants, whines leaving your lips, feeling his other hand knead at your breast. Toji’s tongue swirling around your nipple as he felt your hands shove your pants down to your ankles and kick them off along with your heels.

His ears taking in every single one of your moans, making sure that this time he would have to take his sweet time with you. That he fucked you slow, like you had asked him last time.

The hand that tugged on your pants now rubbing your clothed cunt, his middle and ring finger sliding up and down your wet panties. Whining at the feeling as his eyes looked up to you, nipple still in mouth, letting out a low moan.

The vibrations against your nipple make you cry out, his fingers rough against your panties as his hand grips roughly at your breast, his stern face was full of pleasure. Your eyes scanning his features, seeing that he was getting off on making you feel good.

Letting your breast pop out of his mouth, his lips leaving a trail of spit down your sternum as he made his way to your throbbing cunt. This time you noticed he didn't ask how you wanted him, not telling you he charged per service.

There were no words spoken, no hesitation in what he was doing. Like he had thought about this long before you got here. Thinking if he was planning on doing this when he texted you- your went brain fuzzy, feeling his rough fingers hook to the sides of your panties. But to Toji? Your dripping cunt told him all he needed to know, seeing the mess you made in your panties just from his heavy petting.

Looking up at you as he slipped your cotton panties down, seeing your face churn with anticipation as he placed wet kisses down your torso. Smiling to himself as he felt the goosebumps form on your thighs before he slid his middle finger down your sopping cunt.

Feeling your slick coat his finger, your hips writhing at his touch. Toji’s cock aching in his pants as he slipped his finger through your entrance, pinching his eyebrows together as he held back a choked groan.

Feeling your cunt practically pull him deeper into you. Gaining a whine from you as you felt how slow he was going. Still looking up at you, his head on your hand, the other holding the wall for support.

Using all the strength you could muster to not shove your cunt to his face for relief. Sliding his finger back out, feeling your hips buck up as your clit begged for attention. Taking the hint, he leaned closer. His breath against your pulsating clit made you whine.

Lip tucked in between your teeth as his lips brushed against your clit. Wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves, closing your eyes and lightly panting at the feeling. Letting out a stifled moan as your head flew back to the door. Trying to catch your breath as Toji slipped out his middle finger and pressed it to his ring finger.

Low groans leaving his lips and vibrating onto your clit, feeling his wet digit against the other. Slipping his two fingers back into you, moans leaving your mouth as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Your fingers tugging at his scalp, feeling his tongue swirl against you. Toji’s thick fingers scissoring inside of you made your back arch against the closed door. Eyes closed tight as you squirmed, feeling his lips suck on your clit, his fingers pressing against the spot that made your toes curl.

Loud moans leaving your lips, a shiver ran down your spine as his tongue sped up, cracking your eyes open and looking down at him, feasting on your cunt like he hadn't eaten in decades.

The hand on the wall moving to hold the locked doorknob, feeling yourself come undone in his mouth. Thrusting your cunt into his mouth, “I’m coming-” You muttered, your grip on his head made Toji groan against your cunt, feeling himself almost cum untouched in his pants.

His lips not leaving your cunt as you let out quick gasps, moans littered with small ‘wait-’ as he sucked relentlessly. The fingers inside of you curling upwards, making you lift yourself onto the tips of your toes.

Gasping sharply as your mouth hung open, feeling Toji lift himself so his mouth would stay on your cunt. His hand goes to the back of your thigh, pulling you back down. Both your hands on the side of his face, trying to push his mouth away from your now overstimulated clit.

“Fffuck!” you moaned, looking down at him as he took another orgasm from you. Your hips buckled into his mouth as he slowed his pace. Small moans leaving your lips as he slowly slid his fingers out of you, shuddering when his lips finally pulled away from your cunt. Looking down to see him also looking down to his gray sweats.

A wet spot right where his cock would be. Heavy pants leaving your lips as you finally regained your thoughts. ‘Did he cum just by eating me out?’ your mind was reeling at the sight before you.

Hearing a shivering sigh leave his lips as he came down from what you had just forced out of him. He looked up at you, softer eyebrows than before at the realization that you had made him cum untouched. Not once in his life had that ever happened, his lips parted as you caressed his cheek.

‘Is this embarrassment?’ Toji thought, knowing that seeing you try to make him feel better only made his cock throb in his pants, and start to rise again. This time the want to fuck you wasn’t in his mind. It was something deeper, something primitive glimmered in his eyes as he arose.

Standing before you with a stern look on his face, as though you had done something wrong. Not even bothering to tilt his head down to look at you, his eyes were the only thing that were angled. The hand was just inside of you, raising and stopping mere centimeters in front of your lips.

Toji’s lips mouthing ‘Open’ as your hands clutched onto his forearm. Eyes not leaving his as you opened your mouth and pulled his hand closer to you. Placing an open mouth kiss to the tips of his fingers.

Tasting yourself and letting out a low hum. His jaw clenching when he saw you kiss down his fingers, licking up the side of them before wrapping your lips around him.

Eye twitching while thinking- ‘if this is how you suck my fingers-’ picturing your pretty lips around his fat cock, the image of his cum garnishing your face made him crack his lips open. Feeling your hand roam up to hold onto his palm, eyeing how your fingers could barely cover his palm. Just his palm.

Your lips dragging up Toji’s thick fingers, your eyes lit up with pride at how well you cleaned them. Slipping them from your mouth and placing a small kiss to the tips of them. Smile creeping onto Toji’s lips at seeing how good you were.

Almost picturing you wrapped in just a bow, a present just for him. Thinking about how he wanted to fuck you, which one of his fantasies he wanted to fulfill, looking into your eyes. Seeing you lean into his face, pressing a kiss to his lips before whispering, “How do you wanna fuck me.” Smile on your lips as you saw his eyes shine.

Smile now evident on his lips as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips, his hands pulling you from the doorway and guiding you onto the bed. His hands gently pushing you to lay on your back. Propping yourself onto your elbows and seeing him between your knees. Pulling his cream colored sweater off and tossing it.

Your lip tucked between your teeth as you scanned his physique. Toji’s fingers fishing in the deep pocket of his sweats, a flash of pain on his face when he felt the wrapper touch his hand. Holding it in his teeth before tugging his pants down, seeing his cock spring to freedom.

Smile on your face as you watched him slide the second skin on. Kneeling onto the bed, before his hands slid up your thighs. Playful smile on your lips as he pressed a kiss to them. Slowly moving you both higher up the bed, resting your head onto the pillows as his hand angled your bottom to turn over. Only he didn't break the kiss, forcing only your bottom half to twist.

Leaving you on your side, your hands holding your torso up to face him. Feeling his lips pull away from you. Hand on your ass to keep you still as you looked up at him. Feeling his cock graze your slick entrance, a small hiss leaves Toji’s lips as he slowly pushed his hips towards you. His fat tip making you whine, feeling your cheeks turn warm and wanting to turn over and put your face into the pillows.

The position he had you in made this feel too exposed. Too intimate. Toji’s hand going to hold you by your jaw, seeing you start to turn over. Low groan leaving his mouth before he spoke, “Mm, wanna see your face while I fuck you.” he murmured, making your cunt squeeze around him in response, smile on his lips as he drove himself further into you.

His hand goes from your jaw to your cheeks, holding your face tightly before pressing a wet kiss onto your pursed lips. A line of spit connecting him to you before he tightened his hand, making your lips part. Gathering spit onto his tongue and spitting it into the gap your lips made.

Everything inside of Toji tells him to thrust his cock into you, hard. But he couldn't risk it, he wasn't going to risk not having you come back to him.

Toji’s slow hips pressing against your ass, his hand on your thigh pushing it further up so he could get a better view of his cock disappearing inside of you. The hand on your face going to your tit as he pressed you to turn your upper body, more than you were already doing.

Making you let out a choked whine, feeling him start to contort your body further and further. Your hand is going to push his hip in hopes he’d look up to see your face of pain. The trance your cunt put him in snapped when he heard your moans turn to whines, looking up to see fat tears fall from your eyelashes.

Struggling to keep the slow rhythm as he leaned down to kiss you, easing his grip on your skin. His lips soothing the ache before you pulled away, “Please- Harder.” whiny tone in your words as you looked into his eyes. Toji almost came when he heard you, sliding his cock out of you slowly. Dragging the ridge of his tip past your sweet spot.

Looking into your pained face before harshly thrusting into you. Hearing a small yelp fall from your lips, quickening his pace and seeing a smile form onto your lips at his thrusts. The sound of your moans was music to his ears. The same desperate moans you had gifted him the first time he fucked you, now leaving your lips again while he drilled into you.

The sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass made you smile even harder if that were possible. Feeling your hand clutch onto his that rested onto your thigh only gave him more motivation, to keep fucking into you the way you begged him to. Feeling his knees tire at his firm thrusts, he laid onto his side close behind you. His hand angling your head to look into his eyes.

His hips thrusting into you hard, your nose brushing against his as you felt his hand go down to your closed thighs, urging you to open them with his hand. Hooking your leg to the back of his knee. Not even bothering to separate his digits before pressing his fingers to your hardened clit, moving his hand swiftly back and forth.

His eyebrows pinched upwards as he felt your cunt squeeze his cock. Opening his mouth with a low groan when he saw your eyes close. Your hand holding the back of his head, breathing the same air as him while you came undone onto his cock.

Opening your eyes and looking at him, before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Eyes half lidded as he pressed his lips to yours firmer. Feeling his hips stutter against your ass, throaty groans leaving his lips as he came inside the condom. Slowing his pace against you, exhaling as he rested his forehead to your temple.

Raising your hand to caress his neck as his thrusts slowed, hearing Toji gulp into your ear. Trailing the hand that was on your clit to rest onto your side. Biting his lip to silence his moan when he felt your cunt suck him back in when he tried to pull out.

Unhooking your leg from his thigh and letting it fall atop the other, your face now looking away from him. Struggling to keep your eyes open, feeling his warmth behind you only made you want to fall asleep even more. Feeling his lips press a gentle kiss onto your shoulder, dread in his eyes when he slowly pulled out of you. Rolling over to lay on his back, hand resting on his torso. Turning his head slightly as he looked at your exposed nape.

The want to stay here, in bed with you, was strong. But not strong enough for him to actually stay. Furrowing his eyebrows when he felt his hand lift off his sternum to reach for you. Pulling it back before sitting up, flinging his legs off the edge of the bed. Rolling off the filled condom, noticing he came alot more than he usually did.

Tying a small knot at the top and tossing it to the trashcan next to the bed. Looking over to see your back, seeing it fall and rise as though you were asleep. Closing his eyes before standing, picking up his soiled sweats before he heard you turn over. “Before you go-” you slurred, sitting up and looking over at him.

Toji knew that this was too good to be true, here you go asking him questions- “Could you pass me my wallet?” You slouched over yourself, looking at his face.

Seeing his hands drop his sweats and go to where you kicked off your slacks. Rummaging through the pockets and pulling out a small bag, walking back to the bed and sitting in front of you. Placing it on your hand, “S’been eating away at me-” you murmured, unzipping the small bag and pulling out a money clip.

Seeing you pull the folded money from it and look at him, “How much do I owe you?” You asked, genuine tone in your voice. Seeing your face relaxed and coated with a sheen of afterglow. Plump lips and not caring if you were still naked atop the bed.

Smirk on his lips seeing you look at him seriously. “Nah, you don't owe me anything.” He replied, seeing you furrow your eyebrows.

“What? No- I took up your time. I have to pay you something.” You rebutted, turning your head slightly to show your confusion.

“Hmm- I’ll settle on lettin’ you pay for the room.” He replied, standing up and walking over to his sweats again, grimacing when he saw his mess. You looked up at the ceiling as you thought about it. ‘Doesn't he make them pay for the room and his services?’ you recalled, hand full of cash while you watched him put on his pants. Tiredness making you blink slowly as you process his words, “So I don't have to pay for your time?” You asked, once more before he left.

“You always ask this many questions?” He snapped at you, holding his coat in his hand as he looked over at you. Lips pursed in defeat, not saying anything else. Toji, feeling ‘bad’, walked to the chair at the corner of the room, grabbing the thin sheet that was always there. Unfolding it somewhat and walking over to you, placing it over your legs.

Seeing you look up at him, your pupils the size of saucers. Leaning in close to your face, smile on his face- “What's your name again?” he asked, hunched over with his nose centimeters from yours, furrowing your eyebrows at his question. Saying your own name in a confused tone, almost a question.

He repeated your name, calling out to you. Placing his hand to the side of your face, “Sweetheart?” he asked again, at this point just teasing you, “You call me anytime you need. Hm?” He mumbled, lowering his face closer to yours. You slowly nodded your head.

Closing your eyes as he pressed a wet kiss onto your lips. Pulling away and looking into your eyes. “I'll see you on Friday.” he hummed, dropping his hand from your face and turning away from you.

Hearing you mumble a small ‘mmkay’ before walking to the doorway, hearing you shuffle into the bed. Looking back to see you laying on your stomach, the money in your hand now carelessly splayed on the empty space next to you.

Hearing you start to breathe heavier, walking back and carefully picking up the cash, feeling the bundle form in his hand. The same thought from last time popping into his head, shrugging it off and stuffing it back into your small wallet.

Gently placing it onto the side table next to you before walking to the doorway again, purposefully leaving his cream sweater, knowing you wouldn't have anything to wear when you'd leave. Putting on his coat and zipping it up to hide the fact he didn't have a shirt.

Seeing your clothes in front of the door, seeing how desperate he was earlier. Not even bothering with the buttons of your shirt. Malicious smile on his lips when he saw your black panties on the floor.

Picking them up and stuffing them into his pocket before leaving. Whilst walking out, pulling his phone out, swiping away all the useless messages and missed calls. Going to your contact and changing your name on his phone, now that he actually knew what to call you.

Typing ‘203’ at the end of it. Before walking onto the sidewalk, the setting sun reminded him that these were his peak hours of work. One word filled his head when he remembered he actually had to work; Dread.

merry christmas eve!!!!!! for my fellow hispanics, this is christmas day for us. so excited to get all dressed up and hang out in the living room till 12 am to open presents. i will 100% write more for choso later, wish i could now, but i need to sleep.

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the deal

lee jeno, strangers to lovers

when a boy you didn’t know all too well asks for your number, you decide to make him work for it. when he asks for the second time, you make a deal with him.

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the house party was crowded. people were bumping into one another and the smell of everyone waa unpleasant to say the least. spilt drinks and broken chips were on the floor everywhere, along with the glitter from when two girls had came in and practically thrown the glitter they said they planned to put on their dresses - but this house was for sure going to have glitter found for the next ten years at least.

you didn’t have a reason to be here, but your friend had so desperately wanted to go, so who were you to say no?

you wanted to leave within one hour, because somehow your friend got drunk instantly and was currently off with a boy equally as drunk as her, chatting it up and most probably going to spend some time in the bedrooms together.

you had spent majority of your time now doing laps of the house, trying to find someone you recognised, but there wasn’t anyone. most of the people you knew were either drunk or in their own group, which yoh didn’t want to disturb.

so when you saw jeno, one of the boys from the universities basketball team, and also the bestfriend of the guy holding this party, eyeing you from the side of the room, you gravitated towards him.

you two hadn’t spoken much at school, or ever really, but he seemed like a nice guy from what you had heard about him. other than the fact that he never dated anyone who asked him out, which pissed a lot of girls you were friends with off, you had only heard positives about the guy who was still staring at you.

once you were practically in front of him, he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer, helping you narrowly avoid a guy who was drunkly walking past. you looked up to thank him, but fell silent when he was looking at you so intently. his hand still holding yours, and at this point you weren’t sure what to think.

“you keep staring at me,” you started, to which he hummed and took a sip from his red cup. his hand let go of yours and he slipped it into his pocket, turning his whole body to face yours. “I was wondering why?”

he smiled, looking around briefly before leaning down, faces close as he whispered into your ear above the loud music. “you’re really pretty.”

when he pulled away to see your reaction, you instantly looked away and turned your body to face the crowd of people instead. he laughed under his breath and leaned into to whisper into your ear again. “could I get your number, pretty?”

“you have to work for my number, jeno.” you shot back, not even looking at him. when you did turn to see him though, he was smiling such a precious smile you almost wanted to give your number.

but you had heard enough stories of guys asking for girls numbers at parties just to never actually contact them, so you didn’t want to even bother. if he were to talk to you at school and still attempt for your number, maybe then you would give him your number.

you mainly stuck to your friends at school, and didn’t really speak to people you weren’t friends with - jeno included. so you were fully expecting jeno to not even bother to speak to you on monday, when you two were back at university.

. . .

“hey” you turn to your side and jeno was standing there with a sweet smile. he pulled the chair beside you out, eyeing you before sitting down. when he didn’t sit down yet, you realised he was asking.

“you can sit..” He sat down next to you and began to unpack his things. you just stared at him. ‘did he really want my number that badly?’ you noticed his friends came in a few minutes later and judging by their confused expression, he didn’t tell them.

one of his friends came down to the seats you two sat at. “why are you sitting here?” haechan, the guy who’s party you were at merely two nights ago, asked.

jeno turned around to face them, “I wanted to sit here.” he said, before turning back to his laptop and pressing the on button. haechan looked at you and his eyes widened slightly before he started smirking. he shoved jeno’s shoulder and told him he was sitting at the back with jaemin.

“what was that about?” you asked jeno. jeno looked at you with a slight blush on his face. ‘what was going on?’ you wondered. ‘does jeno like me or something?’

“I’m not sure, he’s just being weird again.”

you only nodded and turned your attention back to your laptop, opening up the recent writing piece you had written for this class.

as you edited your writing, you saw out of the corner of your eye, jeno kept glancing at you. you smiled to yourself. maybe you were being delusional, but this boy was awfully obvious about this crush of his. but then again, you weren’t going to say anything until you were one hundred percent sure.

“you keep looking at me, jeno,” you look at him and his eyes widen in surprise to being caught, “what do you want to ask?”

“… what do I have to do to get your number?” you grinned and leaned your arm on the back of your chair.

“you have a basketball game coming up, yeah?” he slowly nodded, already seeing where this was going. “win the game and you get my number.”

“that’s not fair, we are going against the literal best university team.” he argued but you kept smirking.

“better start training hard.” you said, looking at him with a slyest of smirks.

he rolled his eyes, and copied your position, leaning his arm on the back of his chair as he turned his whole body to face you.

“it’s unfair to only get your number, what about something else?”

“what else do you want, jeno lee?”

“a date?”

“that’s all?” you say, frowning. he looks a bit shocked but he covers it quickly by speaking up again. “what about a kiss and your number?”

“deal. but you have to win, jeno.”

“I’ll try my hardest.” he says, putting a hand on his heart making you laugh under your breath.

. . .

over the time of him preparing for the game, he continued to sit next to you in classes you had together, and you began to really enjoy his company. the basketball game had ended a few minutes ago, and jeno’s team had won by one point. At the end of the game, you saw jeno looking around the crowd fanatically, and when his eyes landed on yours, he had smiled so brightly.

you agreed to him prior to the game that if he won you would wait for him outside by his car, which you had seen so many times from when he and you walked back to the parking lot together after class.

you leaned your back against the drivers door, looking down at your phone to pass time as the parking lot gradually got more and more empty.

soon enough, you heard the basketball team cheering as they left the stadium. you put your phone in your pocket and looked up, seeing jeno in the distance, talking to haechan and jaemin.

When he looked over to his car and saw you, leaning against it with your hands crossed, looking back at him with a smile, he immediately said bye to his friends and ran across the parking lot.

you saw how his friends watched and laughed to themselves before walking over to the rest of basketball team which had gathered back up again.

“am I holding you up, jeno?” you asked as he came to your side, slightly out of breath, clearly still tired from the game.

“no, i’m not going with them tonight anyway.”

“why’s that? don’t you guys always go and celebrate after a game?”

“I’m about to celebrate with you right now, aren’t I?”

you grin and shove your hands into your hoodies pocket. “do you want my number first or the kiss?”

“the kiss.” he said, already approaching you quickly. you put your hands on his shoulders and tugged him close to you. his arms hugged your waist while your lazily kept yours over his shoulders.

he leaned down, his lips ghosting your lips. you were the one to fully connect your lips together, but he was quick to follow. you both kiss each other with such a rush and adrenaline, but it was somehow one of the best kisses you’ve had.

you heard cheering from a far but you brushed it off, hugging jeno tighter as you tilted you head to the side and continued to kiss him until you were both running out of air.

as you pulled away, jeno turned his head and looked over to his team, so you did too. the team were the ones who were cheering, and even though they had begun walking off, haechan, jaemin and a few others you didn’t recognise were cheering loudly for jeno as they walked away.

you laughed and moved one hand off from his shoulder and up to his chin, you gripped his chin and turned his head to face you again. you kissed him again but it was less fast this time.

when you pulled off his lips, he continued down to your neck, placing kisses all over your neck, which made your breath hitch in surprise.

jeno was breathing heavily when he pulled away, as you were too. you reached down to your phone and pulled it out, passing it to him once you unlocked it.

he hummed and grabbed his own phone out, passing it to you. as you exchanged numbers, you both remained quiet. when you returned his phone and got your own back, jeno spoke.

“I know this wasn’t part of the deal, but can I take you on a date anyway?” you beamed up at him with a happy smile.

“right now?” you asked, and when he said yeah, you instantly agreed. before you could walk past him to go to the other side of the car, he gripped your hips and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips still ghosting your forehead when he pulled off.

“I like you so much, you don’t even know how long I’ve been crushing on you before I even spoke to you.”

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sunkissed-zegras · 2 months

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can I pls request 🍯 "49. on your knees" and "50. choke on it" with the man the myth the legend quinn huggy bear hughes?

also congrats on 1k!!

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | qh⁴³

♡ ─ word count | 737

♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut!! jesus, where do i start... oral (m. receiving), lots of anger and degradation LMAO, hair pulling, toxic!quinn maybe idk depends on how you look at it, its just nasty stuff y'all

♡ ─ ev's notes | angry quinnifer>>>

Quinn had been hearing about this all day, he was tired. Quinn had liked some girl's post on instagram and you kept bringing it up, it was getting his last nerve. He didn't understand why you thought he would do anything like that when he was with you. He tried to explain it a millions times already, Quinn had never been unfaithful and he wasn't about to start now.

As he sat there, listening to you go on and on about the Instagram post, he felt so frustrated and slightly angry. "Fuck, Y/N."

"What? She was in a bikini Quinn, come on."

"You're overreacting," Quinn retorted, his frustration evident in his voice. He couldn't understand why a simple like on a post had blown up into a full-blown argument.

"It's just a picture, Y/N. It doesn't mean anything. I can't control what people post on their profiles," he added, trying to reason with you. Quinn had never intended to hurt your feelings, but it seemed like every attempt to explain himself fell on deaf ears. "Plus I already went back and un-liked it, what else do you want?"

Your arms remained crossed, and you shot back, "It's not just about the picture, Quinn. It's about you liking it. It's like you're encouraging that kind of attention."

Quinn let out a bitter laugh. "You don't need to get jealous, Y/N." He watched you, anger lingering in his gaze. He knew this seriously couldn't be about a photo, there had to be more. "You have me, okay?"

"Do I?"

He didn't need your brattiness, especially right now. Quinn's frustration bubbled up as he heard your retort. The words hung in the air, he felt a surge of anger at your response. "Jesus." He scoffed as he looked at you, anger in gaze. "Do you want me to prove it?"

You rolled your eyes at his words which made him even more angry.

"If you wanna be a fucking brat, fine." Quinn glared at you. "Get on your knees. I'll prove it to you, Y/N."

Your expression turned from annoyance to desperate quickly as you heard his words, your heartbeat speeding up. You knew this wasn't the best way to solve this issue, but your pussy was telling you do it was. You did as you were told and got on your knees, right in front of Quinn, looking up at him.

He unbuckled his belt and took off his pants effortlessly, pushing them aside. He sat back down on his chair and looked at you waited for you to continue, and you wasted no time -- Quinn wasn't in the mood to wait.

You took his hard cock out of his waistband, holding it tightly as you looked up at him. "Fuck," he groaned. He grabbed your hair and pushed your mouth to his tip and you quickly slipped him inside your mouth, savoring the sweet taste of his pre-cum.

"Yeah, that's it, fuck." Quinn's head fell back as you kept bobbing your head up and down his cock. He pushed your head further on his cock, knowing you could take him deeper in your mouth, making you gag. "Yeah? Choke on it, fuck. You still jealous, baby?"

He put your hair in a makeshift ponytail so that he could have complete control on your movements as you gagged around his length. "You can't be jealous when you're the one who's sucking my dick now, sweetheart, you know that you're the only one who makes me feel this way."

He pushed your head further until his tip hit the back of your throat, your tears spilling as you gagged around his cock. Your chin was covered in your spit and his pre-cum as you kept bobbing up and down on his cock; you couldn't even remember why you were mad.

"You're such a fucking slut, all you needed was a reminder who's cock you gag on and now, you're fine, huh?" Quinn grunted out those nasty words with each thrust of your mouth.

You felt Quinn twitch in your mouth and you knew he was close. A few more thrusts into your mouth and he was cumming, all while gripping your hair. As soon as he finished cumming inside you, he pulled you off his cock. You caught your breath as Quinn gripped your hair, pulling it upward so he could give you a sloppy kiss.

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smuts-whore · 10 months

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Okay!

Toxic!Jey Uso x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut

I smile with my date, Devon, as he drives me home. When we arrive at my house, he walks me to the door like the gentlemen he is. We've been dating for about 2 months now and I think tonight is the night I want to fuck him.

"Well I guess I'll be on my way", he says smiling down at me.

"Or you can come in", I said pulling him down to kiss me.

I opened the door while still kissing him. The kiss was getting so heated. We started taking off each other's jackets. I backed away and took off my shirt.

As he kissed my neck and I unbuckled his belt we jumped from hearing someone saying, "Yall done?"

I grabbed my chest and turned to see Jey Uso, my ex, sitting in my living room chair.

"What the fuck are you doing here Jey", I asked groaning at the fact this bitch is really in my house.

"Nah mama. The right question is who is this mutherfucker you brought in my house", he said walking up in Devon's face.

I pushed him back getting in his face now saying, "This is Devon and this is my house."

He looked down at me with straight anger in his eyes and said,"Tell him to get the fuck out now."

"Goodbye Devon", I say maintaining eye contact with Jey.

After I heard the door close I released my breath that I was not aware I was holding.

"Who the fuck do you think you are bring a man in our house Y/N", he slightly yelled.

"Our house? OUR HOUSE! You left me Joshua. YOU left me for three months without any contact. This is my fucking house and you have no right to kick out my fucking company", I say getting irritated at him.

He stepped up to me and said,"First off lower your fucking tone. How do I leave and you get another man y/n."

"Key words dumb ass, you left me. What's her name", I asked as all the feelings come back.

He rub his temple and says,"Who name."

My voice gets a little high pitch as I say, "The bitch! The bitch that you left me for. It has to have one because it has no other reason for me to wake up and you were gone and not answering any of my calls or text messages. Do you understand how that made me feel. How worried I was about you."

He smirks and says,"I didn't know you cared that much."

I rolled my eyes and turned around. When I started walking away he grabbed the back of my neck turning me around to face him. He crashed his lips into mine. I immediately kissed back because of the hold he has on me. As we kissed he pushed us towards the sofa and we fell on it without separating our lips. He pulled back and stripped me out of my pants since my shirt was already off from earlier. He came down and kissed all over my neck until he found my spot.

I let out a moan when he found it. He started biting and sucking making sure to leave a mark. As he did that tears ran down my face slowly because I thought he wasn't coming back. He reached his hand down my body stopping at my clothed mound feeling how wet I already was. He picked up his head and realized the tears.

He kissed down my body as he rubbed my sides. When his face made it between my legs he groaned at how soaked my panties were.

"Don't cry baby. Daddy's home. Now all this wetness is from me or Greg", he said as he kissed the inside of my thighs.

"His name is Devon", I squeaked as he slapped my thigh when I corrected his name, "No daddy this is all for you."

"I don't know if I believe you. You were about to ride his dick huh baby girl", he said as he pulled my panties to the side rubbed my clit.

I shook my head no, as my back arched from his movements because I was so sensitive.

He said,"You're lying. You were going to let him eat my pussy and then ride his dick. I gotta get in this pussy now and reclaim it."

He got up and pulled down my panties. He stood up and stripped and I could help but stare and grin. He got between my legs and used his tip to spread my slick around. He entered me all at once causing me to arch my back and moan. He stayed still and rubbed my belly to calm me down as I adjusted to his size. I shook my head letting him know he could move. He put my legs on his shoulder so I can fell him on my g-spot every fucking time. He started pounding into me like he was trying to prove something.

"Ohhh DADDY! It feels so good daddy. You feel so fucking good", I say as my eyes roll in the back of my head and I claw at the sofa leaving marks.

"Take this shit mama. I bet I fuck you better than that bitch little boy huh baby. Fuckkk you feel good", He said going impossibly faster and rubbing my clit.

Tears rolled down my face as I pushed on his lower stomach trying to move him to give me a break because it was too much.

He pushed my hand away and said,"Move your fucking hand and take this dick."

"I can't daddy! It's-it's too m-much", I said as I can barely breathe and every part of my body feels like it's on fire.

He doesn't know how sensitive I am since I haven't had sex since him. My body starts to tremble and I tap his arm fast trying to let him know I'm about to cum since I can't form words.

"Use your words mama", he says as his hand on my clit increases.

Before I try to talk again it's too late. My vision goes completely white, I feel my body shaking like I'm getting electrocuted, and feel my pussy gushing.

"OH Fuckkkkk y/n fuckkk", Jey says as he comes inside me unexpectedly.

When I come down from my high I see my juices everywhere.

"Damn girl. You have never squirted or creamed like that before. I guess I did fuck you better than Greg huh", he said as he pulled out of me causing me to wince.

"I didn't sleep with him. Tonight was going to be the first time but I'm kinda glad you stopped it", I say as I run my fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry I left. I know you need an explanation but I'm not ready to talk about it yet. Just know I'm home and I'll try to do better by you okay mama."

"Alright baby, I believe you. You came in me Jey. Don't worry I'll take a plan B in the morning", I say kissing his forehead.

"Girl I didn't know what was going on I came so fucking quick once you started juicing but maybe you don't have to take the plan B. Okay", He asked rubbing my belly.

I thought about it and maybe a baby will keep him here so I said, "Okay."

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“Little Girl to Little Lady”

Dads best friend! Miguel x Younger! Fem! Reader

Warnings : Cock Warming, Age gap, oral, mentions of masturbation (and slight but very little), dirty talk? Breeding king (per usual lmao) and I forgot what else but it’s sex so

Summary : Miguel and you have always been close… but even closer now

It always annoyed me whenever people would say “you grew up so fast” or “I remember you when you were just a baby”. It was even worse when Miguel O’Hara, your dads best friend, would say it. He didn’t say it often, but when it was a late night of drinking with my father he would always say it to me, almost as if he was telling himself. Whenever he said it he sounded like he was trying to reason with himself rather than just making small talk or being an emotional drunk. It wasn’t like Miguel and I weren’t close either. In fact my dad had always left me at Miguel’s house to babysit when I was younger, no naturally I looked at him as an important older figure in my life.

Well actually I looked at him more than just a supportive adult. To say he wasn’t an attractive man was a total lie. He was gorgeous, body chiseled like a greed god. He was the reason I even got sex toys and explored my kinks. Because every night he would plague my mind as I got older.

He was 20 when I was born, was married and had his daughter, Gabriella at 25. His wife passed 5 years later when he was 30. It was heartbreaking to see him and Gabriella in such despair and pain. Me and my dad had visited more often. I had felt the pain as well, especially as a 10 year old. Dana was a mother figure to me ever since my mom had up and left after I was born. Naturally this led me to help take care of Gabriella and be a supportive woman in her life. She lost her mom and I didn’t want her to feel the loneliness that I felt. I was (obviously) 5 years older than Gabriella so when I turned 15 I was able to babysit her alone when Miguel and my father had went out. I taught her about body and how she would be changing, helped her dress up and learn makeup. It was almost weekly that our parents would come home and find us cuddled together, sleeping with a movie on.

When I had turned 19 it was a little harder to visit Gabriella but I was always a text or phone call away if she ever needed me. My connection with her and Miguel was still very strong, as they came over for “family night” often. Obviously Miguel and my dad would drink while forgetting about whatever card or board game we were playing soon after. Gabriella started to get tired, it was around 10:30 as I put her to bed in my room. Whenever she fell asleep I would always share the bed with her. That’s what led me, Miguel and my dad to be downstairs, still drinking.

I didn’t drink really, Miguel and my dad knew this, never offering alcohol unless I specifically asked for it. I didn’t have a reason to drink, my social life never landing me at parties. When it came to relationships, I was hopeless. I was usually into older guys and besides a decent fuck, I didn’t see myself getting attached to them. At the end of the day, I always thought of Miguel when they were on top of me. It was shameful but most of the time the guys were too horny to even realize I wasn’t moaning their name.

I sat next to Miguel on the big couch as my dad sat in the arm chair to our right. He smiled as he listened to my dad, looking over at me. That’s when I heard the usual.

“Seeing you take care of my little Gabriella reminds me of when you were younger. You’re much more grown now though. A little Lady instead of a little girl”. I laughed as my dad finished his drink.

“Well Miguel? Let’s look at some baby photos!” My laugh abruptly stopped as my face flushed. I always objected, saying that Miguel has seen me as a kid so many times already, that he didn’t need to see anymore or be reminded. They always laughed me off as my dad took out the book.

“Even if I took care of you then, it’s nice to be reminded. I may still see you as a kid but the pictures remind me of how much you’ve grown”. There was that tone again. The one where he sounded like he was fighting himself to reason. But to reason over what? That I was a growing into a woman? Or that he thought I still acted like a kid? I grumbled as Miguel finished his beer and flipped through the photos with my dad. Even though I objected at first, it was nice laughing all together about my funny photos. As the night went on, my father slowly fell asleep on the couch, a smile on his face. I shook him awake, helping him to bed. As I came back down I saw Miguel still flipping through the book. I sat next to him again, looking over his shoulder.

Then there was a photo oh Miguel, feeding me cake as I sat in his lap. We both looked so young. I was probably around 6 in the photo, his frame still much larger than mine. He sighed, sliding his thumb over his bottom lip. I looked at him, as he looked at the photo for a good few minutes.

“Uhm.. Miguel is everything okay?” He glanced over to me, face flushed. I had never seen him look that way. He put his bottle down, next to the many other bottles…. I knew Miguel could drink but when did he finish so many? While we were looking at the photos? Miguel definitely wasn’t drunk but he was positively tipsy. He put his hand on my thigh, running it up and down my leg. I shuddered at his touch. “Miguel?”

“I would kill to have you in my lap like that again”. He said unwavering. I felt the heat rush to my face as he said it, I looked away and shifted awkwardly.

“M-Miguel where is this coming from?” He chuckled and stopped his hand at my upper thigh.

“The only reason I’m able to say this is because of what I heard you doing to yourself last night”. My face drained. He saw that? How much did he see? I was face down, ass up with a vibrator, is he talking about that? Or is he pulling my strings? Did he hear me moan his name?

“What are you talking about? I was in my room reading.” I said, my voice wavering. I wanted to seem convincing, I really did but I was so nervous under his gaze.

“Were you? That’s not what it sounded like… or what it looked like.” He shifted onto the ground, moving in between my legs. His arms on either side of me, trapping me on the couch. I couldn’t move. I was so nervous as my body trembled. “Did you imagine me eating you out? Or maybe you imagined me fucking you, hm? You were so loud.. just for me”. He kissed my legs, slowly inching towards my inner thigh. I slightly opened my legs on instinct. He chuckled and didn’t move any closer. “Use your words querida.” He said firmly as I shook my head. This was too embarrassing for me. Even being below me he had so much control over me. He shrugged his shoulders and began to get up. I panicked and grabbed his shoulders.

“P-please don’t leave…”. I pleaded. No matter how embarrassed I was, I have been wanting this for so long, so painstakingly long. He licked his lips as he got on his knees in front of me again. Kissing my thighs again. “I thought about you… uhm well I thought about you eating me out” I choked out. He already knew that I thought about him, no point in hiding it. He smirked into the kisses and slid his fingers to the hem of my shorts. He unbuttoned and unzipped them slowly. Miguel looked at me for conformation and I nodded my head. He pulled them down and off my body, leaving me in a shirt and panties. He brought his fingers to my clothed pussy, feeling the drenched fabric.

“Ahh so wet already. Were you thinking about me today?”. I nodded my head as he looked up at me. “Why? Tell me what made you think about me”. I felt embarrassed again, hoping he wouldn’t be mad about the answer.

“When I was putting Gabriella to bed I thought about having a family with you… a-and what it would feel like to have you put a baby in me”. His laugh was deep as he put his hands on my lower back and pulled me closer to him. His lips hovered over my panties, kissing my heat through the cloth. I twitched from the contact

“Oh my… you’ve got more of an imagination that I thought. Would you want to be a mother? Have my babies inside you?” I nodded my head again and he snarled. “Words cariño.” His tone was stern, not making things easy for me

“Yes, Miguel”. He nodded his head in approval before sliding my panties down and blowing over my heat. I yelped as the sensation, his breath was hot, and it made my body shudder. “Miguel please~”.

“Please what?” He asked teasingly as he inched even closer.

“Please eat me out”. He chuckled and latched his lips on my pussy. He took no time sliding his tongue in. He lapped at my juices as I threw my head back, gripping onto the couch. I whimpered while biting on my lip. I didn’t want Gabriella or my dad to wake up. He moved his hands to my thighs as he prevented them from clamping on his head as he continued to eat me out. His tongue did wonders and he moaned into me, letting the vibration of his moan toy with me. He spread my thighs further apart, allowing him to go deeper with his tongue. I didn’t think it was possible but the sliding of his tongue left me shaking. I wanted to squeeze my legs around him so bad, I wanted him to stay right there.

“Miguel more please~” I whispered, I was so scared to release a moan that I squeaked out the words. I was surprised he even heard me as his hands moved to my ass, allowing me to close my legs. I felt the knot from in my stomach as he continue to tongue fuck me. My legs squeezed around his head as I came in his mouth. He lapped up all of it, licking his lips. I panted as he chuckled and wiped his cheeks. He played with my juices on his fingers, putting them up to my mouth and making me taste myself.

“Was that good? I don’t think any guy your age could do as good as me”. He stated proudly as I nodded my head, still dazed from the sensation.

“I’ve only ever fucked older guys… but no guy has ever done that for me in the first place”. He scoffed

“Really? So un-classy… good thing I’m taking care of you from now on hm?” I giggled at his response. He was really getting an ego boost from this. He moved me from the couch and brought me upstairs to the guest bedroom.

Him and Gabriella were over so often that it was pretty much his. The only problem was that it was right nexts to my dads, and the walls weren’t exactly thick either. I reminded myself to stay quiet so we wouldn’t wake him. “Rest for a few minutes. Im gonna clean up downstairs and then I’ll come back up and give you what you really want”. I nodded my head, feeling my pussy throb and clench on nothing. He walked out of the room, my body trembling thinking about him. I wonder how big he is…. I mean I’m already much smaller than him so he would probably stretch me out.

I let my fingers slid down to my pussy, gliding over it. I let out a breath as I slid my fingers in, toying with my walls. I bit my lip again as I finger fucked myself to the thought of Miguel. He was amazing with his tongue but his dick would be 100x better. Hitting every spot, reaching deeper and deeper… then coating my walls with his seed-

My wrist was grabbed and my fingers were pulled out. I gasped at the sudden emptiness as I saw Miguel over me, licking my fingers. I stared up at him, watching him clean off my digits. He cleaned up that fast? Or was I imagining him for that long?

“Really? You couldn’t wait 5 minutes?” I looked away embarrassed. He chuckled pushing me flat on my back. He took his jeans off and tossed them across the room. He slid his boxers down just enough. Miguel stood at the edge of the bed and pulled me towards him. I yelled as I felt my pussy press against his cock. He finally lifted up my shirt, unclasping my bra. “God you look perfect”. He stared at my flushed face, hair sticking out everywhere with lustful eyes. My nipples hardened at the cold air, perking up. He left one hand on my waist for support, the other hand lining himself up. I wrapped my legs around him as he lined himself up with me. I gulped. The most I’ve taken in is 5 inches, Miguel was at least 8 and his girth…. He pushed his tip in and I gasped.

He continued to push himself into me, my pussy stretching more and more. Tears brimmed in the corner of my eyes. He cusped my cheek and wiped the tears. “You’re almost there querida, breathe”. He got half way before my pussy clenched again. He grunted before putting both hands on my waist. He rubbed circles, trying to help me relax. “Mi amor please you have to relax or else I can’t fuck you”. The words ‘mi amor’ rung throughout my head. My body relaxed as I thought about it. I didn’t know Spanish but I knew that much. My face heat up as I brought my hands to my face. Mi amor? Would he call me that even if we weren’t fucking? Did he like me? I mean I liked him, hell I loved him. Did I love him or did I just want him to fuck me?

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt his push the rest of himself inside of me, I moaned out loud before quickly covering my mouth. I wasn’t ready for it as he bottomed out. He chuckled as he brought his lips close to mine.

“What got you so distracted? It’s almost like you forgot that my dick was in you”. I blushed as he stayed in place, me basically just cock warming as he spoke.

“I- uhm…. You called me ‘mi amor’ and I started thinking”. I trailed off, looking away. I didn’t want to move or else I would moan again. His eyes widened at my reaction.

“(Y/N) look at me”. I hesitated. “Look at me now.” I turned my head and met his eyes. Before could explain myself he kissed my lips. But it was warm… so warm and loving. I kissed back, wanting to feel more of his passion. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in deeper. As our kiss deepened he began to rock his hips into me. I moaned into his mouth, letting him slide his tongue in. He took immediate control and continued to fuck me.

He bottomed out quickly, beginning to pound into me. “Listen to me (Y/N), wether I had you in bed or not I love you”. I nodded my head and whimpered as he continue to fuck me. He moved his hands to my breast, latching onto my left one with his mouth and playing and twisting my right nipple. I tried so damn hard to stay quiet as his balls slapped against my ass. If I spoke now I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from making noise. “Say it mi amor”.

“I- I love you too Miguel-mphm!” He shoved his fingers into my mouth, moving his to leave hickies from my shoulders to the valley of my chest. His tip hit every spot, I felt every vein on his girth as he continued to pounded into me.

“Yeah? So that means I can put my babies in you? Fill you up with my cum all night? You would want that wouldn’t you. For me to use you as a cum dump”. A ray of yesses left my mouth, said so drunkenly. I was so dazed from his cock I couldn’t think straight. The drool started to pour out of my mouth as he pressed himself deeper and deeper. He has so much stamina. He grunted as he watched my tits bounce. “Don’t be too loud… your dad might wake up”.

Miguel put his hands on my waist, wanting to let my boobs bounce on their own. Lewd noises filled the room as I saw stars, eyes rolling back from the pleasure. He staggered, my pussy clenching on every bit of him. A knot formed in my stomach as I continued to pant and whimper. It took every ounce of will power not to break and scream out his name.

I felt the knot burst as I came, a moan escaping my lips. A few more stores and Miguel coated my walls. I felt the heat fill me up to the brim. He hovered over me before pulling his cock out. He watched as our mixed cum began to spill out of me. Miguel pressed his thumb to my hole, keeping in as much as he could.

“Don’t want any of it to go to waste right? Or else we’ll have to do this again”. He was met with silence. Well besides my pants as I stared up at the ceiling with half lidded eyes and drool still lining down my cheek. He stared at my fucked out appearance and admired his work. He went into the bathroom (connected to the guest room) and grabbed a towel. He cleaned us both up before putting on a pair of boxers. He ventured to my room as he grabbed me a pair of panties. He looked over to Gabriella, sleeping soundly. He smiled and kissed her forehead thinking about how good of a mom I would actually be.

Coming back to the guest room he saw me sitting up, cleaning up my face and hair. We smiled at each other as he helped me put the underwear on. He gave me one of his shirts as it would fit like a dress. Although the sheets were slightly stained, that was something he would worry about another time. He debated his options. He could sleep and cuddle with me and run the risk of my dad seeing us or he could send me upstairs to Gabriella. As safe as it sounded he decided to keep me with him, wanting to be with the woman he just talked about having a baby with. It’s the least he could do after he just fucked you like that.

He pulled me close and laid down with me, spooning me from behind. I used his arm as a pillow, his other hand resting on my stomach. I smiled as I closed my eyes, painfully tired after our “little stunt”. He watched me fall asleep before kissing my head and closing his eyes as well.

OKAYYY SO IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR A FEW HOURS NOW AND IF YOU GUYS WANT A PART 2 OF LIKE THE AFTERMATH THEN JUST LMK! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED

If I do write a part two should I make the dad find out and have angst or basically keep it hidden until the reader is old enough to live on her own

PART 2 IS UP AND ITS FLUFF - I don’t know how to link it so bear with me please and just find it, it’s “Little Lady to Little Wife”

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bangchansgirlsblog · 7 months

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could u write a skz x 9th member reaction to yn getting into a fight ? pls xoxo 😚!!

Troublemaker

A short little story :)

"Please tell me this is a fucking joke." Hyunjin gasps looking at the paper infront of him.

"It's a fucking joke?" I give them a cheeky smile. Hoping they could let me go with just another warning.

"Not time to be making jokes Y/n." Leeknow cuts in automatically making Chan sit down to take a breather.

"Talk to her Leeknow, I can't. This can't keep happening leeknow. I give up." He rubs the temple of his head and smacks his lips.

"How bad are the damages?" Han asks while taking the document that was in the middle of the table and reading it, "Battery and assault?!" He exclaims. "Y/n what the hell did you do to the girl?"

"I did nothing Hannie! She started it and I just finished it," I say in my defense and bite into my apple.

He looks up at me then back at the paper, "Finished it by giving her a black eye? Are you serious?"

I keep my mouth shut as I watch leeknow walking back and forth, Chan sat on the chair looking defeated and the rest of the boys trying to read the pieces of paper. The papers that contained my reasoning of my suspension of school.

"What am I going to do with you Y/n? Huh? This is the second time you're getting suspended. Do you want attention or something?" Chan says with a harsh tone.

"No, ugh.”

"Then what? What do you want from me? We give you the latest phones, the latest technology, the latest clothes, we take you wherever you want, we literally let you skip school to come for shows. What could it possibly be that's causing you to act out like this?"

"You guys have to listen to me please!" I try to defend my self one last time.

"I think we've heard enough from you tonight honestly," Changbin huffs and throws his phone on the table.

"What's my punishment? let's get it over with," I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

"Don't give us that attitude when you're the one that got suspended." Felix tells me off.

"Whatever,"

"That's it! I've had enough! You're grounded for 2 months! No phone, no laptop, no tv. You know what?! No more trips to America or anywhere until you die! No more shows too!"

"But Chan-"

"Go to your room right now young lady."

"Ugh! Whatever!" I throw my apple at him but he grabs it luckily with one arm and glares at me.

His face was red now and it looked like he was about to explode.

“Don’t make me feed you cold food for a week.” He says slowly, his eyes turning dark.

I grab my school bag and storm past the living room and straight into my room where I close the door shut.

"Don't slam my doors!" I hear him yell from down the stairs.

My head falls against the pillows. My scream being muffled by the pillows and the pillows ending up wet due to the amount of of hot tears that fell.

#skz comfort #skz imagines #skz angst #skz x reader #skz drabbles #skz fluff #skz stay #skz x y/n #skz x you #stray kids drabbles

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seriouslysnape · 11 months

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Patched Up

Aesop Sharp x Fem! Student! Reader

Tags: Minor injuries.

Word Count: 2.2k

“I won’t keep you any longer.”

꩜꩜꩜꩜

He wasn’t surprised when you showed up at the classroom after curfew.

He had gotten used to you showing up at all hours of the day. If he didn’t know you as well and personally as he did, he would’ve been under the impression that all you ever did was roam the corridors of the castle and pop in whenever you felt like it.

Sometimes your visit was just for a quick hello, other times it was for a “real” reason. He never knew what to expect whenever you came bopping in, but not that he was complaining.

He heard your footsteps from the hallway, a heads up that let him know you were about to enter. He was familiar with the sound of your steps, and he could only imagine why you were coming at such a late hour.

Of course he knew it wasn’t Potions related at all, but he still liked to make the same joke every time you came by when the school day was over.

“Are you here for a late Potions lesson?” He didn’t even turn away from the chalkboard to look at you. “It’s a bit late for that.”

“Afraid not,” You grinned, standing in the open doorway. “Is it such a crime for a student to visit her favorite professor?”

“I suppose not. It is an occasional occurrence,” He answered. “Although, lately the random visits have been usually saved for my personal chambers.”

“That’s true,” You grinned. “I was hoping that you’d be up for consoling a broken Quidditch player.”

His anxiety kicked in then, his protective mode turning on immediately…despite your bubbly tone. He forgot about the Potions formula he had been glancing over, his head peeking around the wall that blocked you from his sight.

The sight of your dirty practice uniform and the dirt caked on parts of your face and arms were a tell-tale sign to him that you were coming from the Quidditch field. There were a few scattered scrapes on your legs, and the way that you held your posture made it clear that you were hurt somewhere else on your body.

Abandoning his prep for the next day’s Potions classes, he swiftly approached you. He was gentle as he ushered you further into the room, closing the classroom door behind him and guiding you to his desk chair.

“How did this happen exactly?” He asked.

He was careful as he assisted you in lowering yourself into the chair. Your muscles definitely needed the rest, and if your shoulder hadn’t been hurting you so much, you could’ve fallen asleep right there.

“I had Quidditch practice tonight,” You answered. “These night practices are killing me. Quidditch is impossible to play in the dark…even with illumination charms.”

He put the pieces together without you even saying it. He was very observant when it came to you and had an impressive memory.

“Did you fall off of your broom again?” He asked, taking your chin into his hand to get a better look at your face.

“Yeah,” You replied dryly. “Bludger knocked me off.”

He made a small hum as he glanced over your features to check for any cuts or scrapes that you might’ve missed. He was relieved to see that despite being a little battered up, you were otherwise in good spirits.

“That’s the second time this week,” He remarked. “Where is this carelessness coming from?”

“It wasn’t careless. It’s dark out and I didn’t see the Bludger,” You corrected. “And that’s just part of playing Quidditch. It happens.”

“Not to you it doesn’t. You’re the best on the team,” He said. “Where did the Bludger hit?”

He watched carefully as you brought your hand to the base of your neck, tapping the space between your collarbone and shoulder.

“Right here,” You sighed. “It didn’t start hurting until practice was over. That’s when I came here.”

“You mean that you got back on your broom after you fell?” His face contorted into an expression of disbelief.

With a careful hand, he pulled the collar of your jersey down just enough so he could see the area that made contact with the Bludger. Sure enough, there was a decent bruise well on its way to being fully developed by tomorrow morning.

“I didn’t fall very far. I was pretty close to the ground,” You shrugged. “My shoulder took most of the damage.”

“Are you certain you’re not hurt anywhere else? You didn’t get hurt when you hit the ground?” He gingerly rotated your arm to test its mobility.

“Like I said, I didn’t fall far. The school’s Quidditch field just isn’t equipped to be played on at night.”

This was a common complaint amongst Hogwarts’ Quidditch players. Playing early in the morning and at night was just too dangerous when visibility was low. Aesop was right that this wasn’t the first time that this had happened to you in recent weeks. There had been several close calls, but only twice had you actually hit the ground after falling off. You were just lucky that your body had taken both hits instead of your head.

“Then why do you play on it at night?” He asked the obvious.

“It’s not up to me. The team captain sets the practice schedule,” You explained. “You know that I prefer to practice in the morning.”

Aesop knew that he could lecture you about being more careful and trying to convince your team’s captain to adjust the practice schedule to be during the daytime, but he knew that you weren’t up for a scolding…and he knew that you probably wouldn’t listen anyway. Quidditch was your greatest passion, and he knew that nagging you about it wouldn’t do you any good.

“It isn’t broken, and it doesn’t seem to be dislocated,” He stated, referring to your collarbone. “But I can guarantee that it will be uncomfortable tomorrow if you don’t take something. Is it hurting you now?”

Aesop was a worrier. You didn’t want him getting all fussed up over a little Bludger bruise. If he knew about even half the injuries that you sustained from Quidditch, he would’ve tried to convince you to quit by now. Sure, it felt like your arm was about to detach from the socket, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

“It’s a little sore.” You partially lied.

He leaned against the edge of his desk that was closest to you, his arms crossing over his chest. He caught the slight change in pitch in your voice when you answered, immediately alerting him that you weren’t being totally truthful.

“I thought you said that it started hurting after practice?” He recalled. “If you’re hurt, I need to know.”

It was difficult to get anything past him. You knew better.

“Wiggenweld would probably be a smart idea…” You sighed, feeling ashamed for trying to pull a fast one on him.

“That’s what I thought,” He scoffed. “I presume you don’t have the ingredients to make it yourself?”

You couldn’t help but huff at him. You were beginning to think that he was feeling inconvenienced that you had walked all the way here for his help.

It wasn’t like you were asking him to brew anything super complicated. As a matter of fact, you weren’t asking him to brew anything at all. Aesop always kept Wiggenweld close by.

“I don’t. That’s always why I came here,” You shook your head. “If it’s too much trouble, I can just go to Pippin’s and buy a few vials.”

“It’s late. You shouldn’t be wandering around Hogsmeade at this hour,” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, retrieving a small vial of the bright green liquid. “You really should keep Wiggenweld on you at all times. Especially if you’re going to keep getting beat up during Quidditch.”

He wasn’t wrong. You spent enough time on a broom that it was only a matter of time where luck would outweigh your skill, and the luck wouldn’t be in your favor. This wasn’t the first time that you had sought Aesop out after a bruising Quidditch session, but you knew that you couldn’t always expect him to be there to patch you up every time.

“I’m sorry I bothered you with this.” You removed the cap off of the bottle, eyeing the liquid inside.

His expression softened, his stern demeanor relaxing into a more comfortable position. He sheepishly shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, nudging your foot with his as a gesture of reassurance.

Aesop forgot sometimes that his genuine worry for your health and well-being sometimes came off as aggressive and irritable. That was certainly not his intention.

“You didn’t bother me,” He gave a small smile, gesturing towards the vial in your hand. “Drink up. Down the hatch.”

As common as Wiggenweld was, you wished that some genius potioneer would work towards finding a way to make it taste better. Nonetheless, you gulped it down in two swallows, immediately feeling its effect. The sharp ache in your shoulder subsided gradually until it fully disappeared, and the scrapes on your lower extremities faded within seconds.

“Better?” He took the empty container from your hands.

“Much better,” You sighed. “Thanks.”

“Of course. Are you certain that you’re alright otherwise?” His brows furrowed in concern.

“I’m okay. I just need to get cleaned up and go to bed,” You shifted, preparing to stand up. “I won’t keep you any longer.”

He reached for your hand, helping you to your feet as if you’d collapse. He hated to see you go, and he definitely didn’t want you to leave with the thought that you had irritated him.

“I assure you that you’re not imposing on me,” He said, pulling you in between his legs to keep you from going just yet. “Did you get a chance to eat before practice?”

He always asked that question. Every single time he saw you after practice, he asked you that same question. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him.

“No. I was running late.” You replied, knowing what he was going to say next.

One of his hands came to your collar, checking to be sure that the Wiggenweld had done its job.

“You need to eat,” He tutted. “You use a lot of energy playing Quidditch, especially with how rough you play. You need to replenish the energy.”

“I’m tired.” You whined.

“I don’t care,” He remarked. “You need to eat something.”

“I want to shower and go to bed.” You argued.

“Eat, shower, and then bed. If you eat then you can use my shower.” He offered.

A certain glow appeared on your cheeks, shining through the layers of dirt and exhaustion. His heart soared at the sight. His soul exploded with joy and fulfillment with the knowledge that you were so positively responsive to him.

“And sleep in your bed?” You pleaded.

He let out a low chuckle. He had known that question was coming.

“That can be arranged,” He pressed a soft kiss to the middle of your forehead. “But food comes first.”

He wasn’t going to let you get away without getting some food in your belly. He was right after all, you needed the nourishment to make up for lost energy. He swayed you away from his desk, escorting you out of the classroom and accompanying you to The Great Hall. Dinnertime was well over, but there was always a way to scrounge up a meal after hours.

Side by side, the two of you walked together through the corridors to get to your destination. The castle was mostly quiet, considering that everyone else had turned in for the night. Peeves, as usual, was cackling and jabbering about something somewhere off in the distance.

The two of you continued to chat along the way, catching up on what had happened since you had seen one another last. His pinky finger found yours, wrapping around it as a small gesture of affection. It was a comfort to him if nothing else, but he’d feel better once he knew you were fed, clean, and comfortable.

He liked taking care of you. He wanted you to feel your best always, and he would do whatever he had to do to ensure that you were happy.

“Are you coming to my Quidditch match on Saturday? I’d like you to see that all these scrapes and bruises aren’t for nothing.”

Aesop wasn’t particularly the world’s biggest Quidditch fan. He kept up with the pro-Quidditch leagues and followed the scores of his favorite teams. However, as far as going out of his way to actually go see a match was unlikely.

But in recent months, he had been frequenting the Hogwarts matches…mainly the ones where you were playing.

“Frankly, I’m beginning to think that you’re purposefully getting all roughed up as an excuse for my off the record medical services.” He joked.

“I would hardly consider them to be services. Anybody can spare me a vial or two of Wiggenweld,” You bantered. “But in all seriousness, will you come?”

He chuckled again, much lower and even sweeter this time. A sense of warmth and peace rushed over you when he pressed a kiss to your temple, a hum of affirmation sounding from his chest as he did so.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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mrpenguinpants · 8 months

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Telling genshin boys about Orpheus and Eurydice and asking them if they’d look back

My Faint Magnolia

— He wonders how many times he's heard you tell this story, and how many more he'll force you to recite.

— Dottore / Zandik

White magnolia flowers symbolize purity and perfection. [Masterlist]

I read one Wiki page so don't yell at me if I got anything wrong. Tbh, I don't really like how this fic turned out but it's been sitting in my drafts for years.

"The musician and prophet Orpheus fell in love with the beautiful Eurydice, only for her to die shortly after. Thus, he journeyed into the Underworld to plead with Hades to bring his beloved back. His wish was granted - but on the condition that he must not look back at Eurydice until they were both back in the land of the living. But Orpheus couldn't resist one glance, and Eurydice was lost to him forever."

"Fascinating. The seventh retelling adds to the suspense."

"Boo, you're no fun. Minus ten points," he hears you whine. The sounds of a book being tossed carelessly aside as ink-stained papers filled with formulas slide forward and brush against the sleeves of his arm. All are pushed away to allow you to sprawl your upper body over the desk so you can mope and continue to avoid doing any actual work. He can feel your gaze on him, patiently waiting for him to look up from his notes and give you attention, yet he continues to write making you huff in annoyance.

You're both supposed to be working on your assignments, so he has excellent reason to keep ignoring you to focus on his work. If anything, he should be annoyed at you, and he is, but it's a testament to how much he's come to tolerate you that he doesn't immediately get up and leave. Or deal with you in another, less unsavory way. Instead, he flips back through the pages of his notebook. A list of collected components of spare parts of a vast machine and smaller notes of their possible working principles and manufacturing processes. Diagrams and sketches of their possible construction and engines filled with footnotes and annotations. Not all of them are in his writing. He wouldn't dare use that atrocious shade of yellow that you seem to love so much.

"Can't we do anything else? I'm bored out of my minddd," you stretch the words out, effectively cutting his concentration in half with nothing but the sound of your voice. He can feel his eye twitch and his pencil's wood creaking from the pressure he's slowly exerting onto it. Your voice is muffled, which means you haven't picked yourself off the table yet, probably hunched over with your cheek against the table that will take another hour for you to pry yourself back up again. He can't wait for his future headache with your complaints about back problems, even though you're killing your own spine and his head. The sound of a pencil rolling back and forth fills the silence, and that's the last of his patience. He slams his notebook down, the pencil bouncing and dropping onto the floor, and the clattering of wood causes his frown to etch deeper. He re-opens his notebook to the page of the Khaenri'ahn machines found in Devantaka Mountain. There's an annoying doodle of a Ruin Hunter in the corner mocking him right back.

"Work."

His clipped voice has you quiet down. It's a good thing you have some sense of preservation and know that even though he indulges you frequently, there are only so many distractions he will let slip through. But the resounding sound of a chair scraping against the floor, papers being shuffled, and your footsteps tell him you're equally frustrated. He thinks he hears you mutter "rigid oaf" under your breath as your footsteps grow fainter. The silence should put him at ease, but it only serves to irate him further since you're the one who's causing him trouble when he just wants to work in peace and quiet. The worst thing about this situation is that he knows you'll refuse to talk to him unless he apologizes first for something he hasn't done wrong. But alas.

He lets out a deep sigh that sounds twice his age. Puspa Café should still be open at this time. If he leaves now, he can still catch up to you. With a sweep of the arm, he quickly gathers his papers haphazardly but still slides them into their rightful places between the meticulous sections of his notebook.

"Would you look back?"

He pauses when your voice sounds behind him unexpectedly. You sound a mixture of cheeky and skeptical, but the drumming of your fingertips against the back of his chair tells him that you are genuinely curious about his response. Maybe even a bit nervous to ask him such a ridiculous question too.

"The fatal flaw of Orpheus is he never stopped to consider the psychological cost of Hade's offer. To think "Do not look back" is an impossible sentence to think without simultaneously speaking the opposite. Every time you repeat, "I must not look back," you are forced to say: "Look back." But that is the weakness of the human mind," is the answer he supplies. He thumbs at the edges of his notebook, worn from all the years he's opened it but still in pristine condition. He doesn't like his things to be dirty. It makes his skin crawl.

"What? Are you above the human mind now? So you wouldn't be tempted at all?" you say with a hint of dumbfoundedness. He's sure you think that he won't give you an actual answer.

"No."

His answer is short but firm. He won't look back. He won't be Orpheus and lose his Eurydice so easily to temptation. His finger moves and tips the cover open, papers flipping until they stop in the middle of the book. Frantic scribbles of ink of his research on the rare disease of Elezar. He thumbs the page's corner until it creases.

"Hey, look at me."

The next page is on segments.

"Why won't you look at me."

The final page is on dreams.

""Please look at me Zandik."

He closes the notebook.

"I thought Orpheus couldn't hear Eurdicye."

He hears you laugh at his unempathetic reply. It's a hallow imitation. Then silence. It always ends like this. His mind dangling what he needs most only to take it away, making him question if you are even still there behind him. Just one look. Just one look to confirm what's behind him but he won't. He won't be a fool like Orpheus. Not until he's finished. So he does what he always has, removes any option he hates, and creates his own means.

He blinks awake slowly. The white ceiling of his laboratory stares at him back and the first thing his mind registers is that it's cold. His hand automatically moves to his side only to meet air. That's right, you're not here anymore. You haven't been here for years. The manifestation of the withering caused dark hardened scales to grow across your limbs. Slowly numbing the affected areas until you couldn't walk anymore, which progressed into fatigue and progressive nerve damage. Your last days were spent asleep in a coma surrounded by as many Nilotpala Lotuses as he could find. He closes his eyes again, but the sound of the heavy steel door grates against his nerves before he has the time to truly relax.

"You know you'll never succeed. You know why. Even if this one doesn't die, it won't be the same."

The voice isn't right. Another failure.

Dottore lifts his head to see your segment standing in front of him. That's correct. He can already see the beginnings of scales on the segment's arms. It's funny. He is capable of creating physical carbon copy segments of himself from different stages of his life and yet you, the outlier, it's never the same. A body is made, and a piece of his memories of you acts as the brain, but it's never the same. He knows why. It's because his memories of you are dying. His dreams are getting shorter, and fuzzier around the edges. He used to dream of seeing you, holding you, and he knows the next time he dreams of you, he may not hear your voice anymore. His own segment thoughts echo in his mind. Don't you think this is a waste of materials and time? It's time to give up. They don't understand, they can't dream.

He won't look back because he knows that as soon as he does, he will never dream of you again. Even if the next dream takes away your voice, the next takes away your presence, until he's left with a void of nothing. Even then, he won't look back. He has only dreamed of you every single night, regardless of anything. These are the only things he has left of you. Everything else was taken, stolen, or burnt. He isn't sure if the person he's constantly dreaming of now is actually you or a figment of his imagination that's begging to be free. But he won't let you go.

My doleful aria, tell me that story again tonight.

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lixzey · 7 months

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Tim and reader have two teenage children. One of them gets into a fight at school. When they find out they’re mad. But after that they’re are told that the reason of the fight was because their son was protecting his sister.

info: dad!Timothée, child getting into trouble, protective dad, child coming out, bullying, harassment.

Daddy's Angels

“Timmy, I'm taking Nikki to your mom's!” I yelled from the foyer as I fixed my four-year-old's hair.

“Come on, Nikki, we'll get you a cake pop on the way to Nana's.” I held her hand in mine as we walked to the car. Before we got to the car, I heard my husband calling for me.

“Mon amour, wait! I just got a call from La Guardia.”

“What? What happened? Are Hal and Millie okay?” I asked worriedly.

“Depends on your definition of 'okay'.” Timothée sighed. “Millie has gotten into a fight. They need us to come to the school.”

“What the hell? A fight?” I asked incredulously. “She's been in school for a week!”

“The principal didn't say much.” Timothée took the car keys from my hand, “Come on, let's drop Nikki off. Then we can go to LaG.”

I rolled my eyes at him before getting Nikki in her car seat. We drove to Timmy's parents and dropped her off. As soon as Nikki got settled in her grandmother's arms, Timmy and I went straight to LaGuardia High School.

“I swear Millie is going to give me a heart attack one of these days,” I muttered as Timmy and I walked up the steps of the school. Timothée and I went to the same high school as teenagers, and we fell in love in our junior year.

“As if you didn't give your mom a heart attack when you were a teen.”Timothée chuckled, nudging me playfully. I rolled my eyes at him, “Well, I didn't get into fights.”

As we approached the principal's office, a voice spoke from behind us. “Mr. and Mrs. Chalamet.”

“The old hag's still here?” Timothée mumbled as the older woman approached us.

I elbowed him hard in the side before putting on the most polite smile I could muster. “Ms. Lawton, the principal, called us over. Can we see our daughter and possibly our son?”

“Oh yes,” The older woman frowned at me. “You were quite the troublemakers. Of course, your children would be delinquents. You know what they say: The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.”

I grabbed Timothée's arm, preventing him from saying anything bad. “Just take us to our daughter.” Timothée said through gritted teeth.

Ms. Lawton nodded before leading us into the principal's office. As soon as the doors opened, I saw my daughter sitting in front of the principal's table, a haughty look on her face. She smiled as soon as her eyes landed on Timothée. “Papa!” she said, reaching for a hug.

“Oh no, you don't, Amelia Elise.” I sternly said from behind my husband. Mille froze at the mention of her full name. She turned to the principal and said, “I-I thought you were going to call my father?”

“And you thought he wasn't going to tell me?” I said through gritted teeth. Millie's eyes widened in fear. “I-well, uh....”

“You have got some serious explaining to do, young lady! I cannot believe you-” Timothée put a hand on my shoulder, cutting me off.

“Y/n, mon amour, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of this. Let's listen to what the principal has to say first.”

I scowled at him, “Fine.” I sat in front of Millie, while Timmy sat beside her.

“During free time, Ms. Chalamet was seen arguing with a boy. Before Ms. Lawton could break it up, Ms. Chalamet proceeded to attack the boy.”

Timothée's eyes widened. “You got into a fight with a boy, Millie?!”

Millie sat up straight, her arms over her chest. “I wouldn't call it a fight. I would call it a well-deserved punishment. Auntie Pauline style.”

“Amelia Elise Chalamet!” I scolded her. “Then what else happened?” I asked the principal.

“Oh yes. Ms. Lawton and Mr. Shifman dragged Ms. Chalamet away, shouting at the boy in French.”

“French?” Timothée turned to his daughter, “What were you shouting, young lady?”

Millie sank down into her chair under her father's intense stare. It wasn't a normal occurrence for Timothée to get angry.

“I'd rather not repeat it, Papa.” Millie muttered as she fidgeted with her hair.

“You had no problem shouting at the boy in the hallways, Amelia. Why can't you say it now?” I asked. Millie stayed silent. “Well?”I raised my eyebrow at her.

“Vous êtes une excuse désolée pour un être humain. Vous méritez de pourrir dans les fosses ardentes de l’enfer et cela ne suffirait toujours pas à compenser le fait d’être une terrible excuse pour un humain.” Millie mumbled quietly.

“What was that, Amelia? Louder.” I glared at her.

“I was yelling that he could rot in the fiery pits of hell, and it still wouldn't make up for him being a terrible excuse for a human being.” Millie said quietly.

“And what makes him a terrible excuse for a human being, Amelia?” I asked further.

“I...I...can't say Mama.” Millie replied, sinking even further into the chair.

“Why not?” Timothée asked as he rubbed his temples.

“I can't, I promised Hal, Papa.” Millie said, almost in a whisper.

Timothée sighed. “Can we please have a moment with our daughter?”

The principal nodded as she rose from her chair. “I will be back in fifteen minutes.”

As soon as the door closed, Millie dove into her father's arms and broke down in tears. “Papa, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! He just made me so furious!”

Timothée looked at me over Millie's shoulders, a worried look painted on his face. “Mon coeur, it's alright.” He assured our daughter, rubbing her back in an effort to calm her down.

After a few moments, her sobs were reduced to soft sniffles, and Millie finally calmed down. Though she never left her papa's arms.

“Now,” Timothée started, “What exactly made you furious that you attacked that boy, chérie?”

“Promise you won't hate me, Papa?” Millie asked, her big green eyes staring at her father.

“I could never hate you, princess.” Timmy chuckled, kissing her forehead and brushing a stray strand of her away from her face.

I wanted to stay angry, but looking at my husband and eldest daughter's tender moment, my heart softened.

“Mama? You promise?” Millie asked me.

“I promise, love. Now, can you tell me and your Papa what happened?” I said with a smile, hoping to ease her worries.

Millie took a deep breath. “It all started on the first day of school. Hal and I were talking about our classes. Since we were in different homerooms, it was the only time we had to talk. Then suddenly, a boy, whose name is Tristan, pushed me. Hal got mad, and he helped me get up, and Tristan started to call him names. And yesterday, Tristan pushed Hal into giving him his homework. That's why Hal has a bruise on his arm.”

“What? Hal has a bruise?” I worriedly asked.

“Yeah, he has a bruise on his left arm.”

“This kid is mean and deserves to get punished. But I don't see a reason why you should attack him, angel.” Timothée said, hugging Millie tighter and closer to him.

“I'm getting there.” Millie sighed. “So, Hal and I were talking about our day, then Tristan came and started calling Hal names again. I told him to leave Hal alone, or else I'd tell a teacher. He then started to tease Hal even more, saying how Papa must be so disappointed that his son's major is Dance rather than Drama. He started calling him all sorts of names, like black sheep and the family's disappointment. So I told him to shove off.” Millie was trembling at this point.

“He pushed me into the wall and then whispered in my ear. 'Shut up. I bet your dad lets his friends use you, you little slut.' He....he the reached for my skirt and tried to touch me.”

I gasped, “He did WHAT!?”

Millie started to sob again. “I'm so sorry, Mama! I got so mad, I saw red. Before I knew it, I was punching him.”

“Oh, my baby! You didn't do anything wrong! You were defending yourself and your brother.” I opened my arms to hug her, but Millie couldn't move. Timothée was hugging her tightly, as if his daughter were his lifeline.

“Papa?” Millie asked, trying to pry her Papa's arms off her. “Papa, you're hugging me too tight!”

“I'm sorry, ma chérie.” Timothée chuckled, his grip on Millie relaxing. “Don't move, angel. Holding onto you is the only thing keeping me away from that boy and punching him myself.”

“Timothée Hal!” I exclaimed, “He deserves to get punished, but it isn't up to you! You can't beat up a kid!”

“I can't. But Hal could.”

“He won't, Tim.” I glared at him.

“I know, but Leo can.” Timothée smirked.

“Timothée Hal Chalamet, you shut your mouth before I shut it for you!” I snapped, “I am just as upset at you about this, but you can't tell your nephew to beat up this Trsitan kid!”

“Then why the hell did he bully my kids?” Timothée huffed. “Millie, why was he bullying your brother?”

“I...I can't say, Papa.” Millie sniffled.

“Sweetheart, please tell us. We won't get mad, let alone hate you and your brother.” I assured her, rubbing circles on her back.

“I promised Hal, Mama....I can't betray him.” Millie said in a whisper. “He doesn't want to disappoint you and Papa.”

“Disappoint us? Sweetheart, nothing you and your brother could do can disappoint us.” I kissed her forehead.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Millie, are you here?” Hal's voice echoed as he opened the door. “Mama? Papa?”

“Hal, sweetheart.” I smiled at my son, gesturing for him to sit beside me.

“Now, why was Tristan bullying Hal?” Timothée asked.

“Papa.....” Millie looked at Hal, her eyes on the verge of tears.

“Millie, you can tell Mama and Papa.” Hal smiled at his sister.

“But.....” Millie sniffed.

“No buts, Mills. If you can't say it, I will.” Hal assured his sister.

“Mama, Papa, I'm gay,” Hal said with a proud smile. “I'm not ashamed anymore. I hope you won't hate me for being gay, Mama, Papa.”

“Oh, my darling! I could never hate you. You're my baby boy, my beautiful, beautiful boy,” I said as I hugged Hal. “Your Papa and I couldn't be more proud.

“Yes, Hal, I'm absolutely proud of you. I could never hate you for being yourself.” Timothée smiled, reaching over to Hal for a hug.

"I'm proud of both of you, but that Tristan kid needs to be punished,” I said. “He needs to be punished for bullying my babies and for harassing Millie.” I insisted.

“Agreed.” Timothée nodded.

“Come on, I'll talk to the principal, then the four of us can get ice cream.” I smiled. Millie and Hal's faces lit up.

“Ice cream it is.” Timothée chuckled, hugging our children.

“Daddy's angels, huh?” I teased my kids.

“Daddy's angels.” They repeated in unison.

Right now, I couldn't ask for anything more.

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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For your what if game- we know that Smartie came to see Stud's apartment because he needed a roommate. What if Smartie had never seen it (for any reason- he found some other roommate or never decided he needed one). Would they have met another way?

Well, whether people believe in soulmates are not, I believe Stud and Smartie are in fact soulmates and they would've been destined to meet. ❤️

Sometime after you have to bring you car into the shop. And Bucky overhears one of the other guys is giving you a hard time.

Service With a Smile

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: Almost 600 Warnings: John sucks, Bucky rules, first meeting.

"It isn't ready yet. I told you that."

"And I understand that," Bucky heard a kind voice reply, one he didn't recognize as he wiped off his hands. "I just need to get my book out of my car. That's all."

"Can't do that. Should've grabbed it if you needed it so badly."

"It slipped out of my bag. I didn't realize it until after the car was pulled into the garage. I'm really not trying to cause a hassle."

Bucky poked his head in through the door to listen a bit more. John didn't exactly have the best customer service skills. He was shocked to see someone so gorgeous standing in front of the desk. You were in leggings and a hoodie, nothing that would attract much attention.

But to him, you were the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

"Maybe someone can grab it?" you asked hopefully when John ignored you. "Please?"

The blonde leaned over the desk once he acknowledged you as you took a step back. "Lady, you are causing a hassle. You can have it when your car is finished. Or you can say 'pretty please with sugar on top'," he said as you frowned. "No? Then why don't you walk your pretty self back over to the chair over there and let me do my job?"

Your face fell more when John chuckled. Bucky didn't need to hear anything else as he made his way over to your car and spotted the book in front of the passenger seat. He knew John was only giving you grief because he thought no one was watching. He probably thought you'd really beg for it.

Fucking prick.

"Here's your book, miss," Bucky said once he came back, smirking a little when John whipped around so fast that he knocked the phone over.

You hid your laugh behind your hand before you smiled over at him. It was enough to make him blush.

"Thank you so much," you smiled wider as you moved to the end of the desk. "I'm sorry for the trouble."

"Don't apologize. I'm sorry about him," he said, glaring at John. "That's not how we treat our customers. Or do I need to tell our boss you were harassing her?"

Whatever John was about to say died in his throat as he kept staring. The blonde prick wasn't a small guy, but he was bigger. Stronger. And he was told more than once that he had a real death glare. It must have worked since he slunk to the back and mumbled an apology to you on the way.

Or maybe it was the wrench he partially bent in his metal hand, out of sight where you couldn't see.

You didn't say anything else until John left. "I really do appreciate you getting this and defending me," you said as you took your book, your fingers briefly touching his.

I didn't think the jolt of electricity was a real thing.

"It was nothing," he said, clearing his throat and nodding to the book. "I have that, actually."

"Yeah? I like it so far" you said, biting your lip as you glanced at the counter and looked back at him. I twas adorable. "I should let you get back to work."

"I'm actually about to go on break," he said, taking a small chance. "Maybe we can talk about it?"

He found himself smiling when you nodded. "I'd like that."

And maybe he'd take a chance and ask for your number before you had to go.

Love and thanks! ❤️

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blueberrypancakesworld · 4 months

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Hurt and a Plan - FNAf 2023

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader

warning : fluff, comfort, blood, kissing

Summary : When Mike comes home from work and is injured, he is glad that a his sister is already asleep and b his girlfriend is waiting for him and taking loving care of him.

Info : Long story short I needed some more Mike and some comfort so yeah here you have it. Have fun reading ;)

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His work already sucked, his dreams were more disturbing than usual and to make matters worse, the cut on his cheek and arm was more painful than he wanted to admit.

The animatronics, the whole place his own mind it was time to go home and he was glad and grateful for the first time that his junk car started. ,,Just away and home," he mumbled as he closed the door behind him and got into his car, the engine started on this still dark morning and he disappeared down the road to the settlement.

Please let Abby sleep and don't leave her with cuddly toys, he hoped inwardly as he glanced at the little stuffed monkey that was still lying on the back seat after he had taken his sister away.

She had insisted and he was glad that he had locked the office otherwise he wouldn't know what he would have said to Steven if the game machines or the animatronics had broken.

But he trusted in his girlfriend, she was his blessing and his everything. An encounter at his last job they had both bumped into each other while watering the plants in one of the flower stores and had both had to squeeze into the staff room in front of the dryer to get reasonably presentable.

And then she gave me her jacket... she wanted me to keep it, he thought, looking at the jacket on the passenger seat. It was an encounter that led to a committed relationship. She had the way to his heart and he to hers.

He had his own family for the first time...sort of. The thought was still strange, but when he parked the car in front of the house and saw the light still on in the living room, he knew she was still alive.

She was waiting for him, his sweetie. Entering as quietly as possible, he found himself in the small living room and dining room. Two in one, clearly saving space the last thing they had.

But even though he sometimes felt ashamed of his house, his favorite was there to find him and reassure him that it was all right. ,,Good morning-oh my goodness darling, what's happened?" he heard his partner say excitedly and worriedly as she got up from the chair.

She had seen the blood seeping through his sweater and he was grateful that the TV was still on to drown out any conversation, the last thing he wanted was for Abby to wake up and get scared.

,,Nothing I mean I got stuck and fell...I'm fine" he tried to shrug it off already trying to push past her he could feel his fear of her rejection, his pain, his thoughts of her leaving him. It was bad, the whole day was a tragedy.

But before he could crawl into the bathroom, he felt her hand on his shoulder. She looked at him with a gentle look,

,,Mike, hey, what's going on? I-I know this isn't easy, Mike, but I'm okay? Let me help you," she said as she saw him avoid her gaze, afraid of what was to come, before she slowly pulled him towards the bedroom. She saw how he seemed to be praying inside that Abby wouldn't wake up.

Luckily for her, as far as she could see it was not a complete deep cut, so he must have escaped to avoid a deep cut. ,,This is going to hurt a little...tell me what happened if you want" she began and opened the suitcase, seeing him turn his gaze from the ground back up to her.

Saw that tears were still in his eyes but also deep gratitude for their love, their relationship together and everything. ,,I-I fell asleep... well nothing special... but then I don't know my brother he-" he interrupted himself to let out a pained groan as she disinfected the wound he held onto her lightly and the blanket probably suppressed a painful cry.

,,Shh it's okay take it easy it's over you're here you see" she said and gave him a soft kiss on the stinr knew he liked it he wanted such a kiss every morning he almost begged for it and they both started laughing just for a kiss but she gave it to him.

Just like he always gave her a double kiss on her cheek. It was a little ritual of love but now they seemed to need each other even more. He was always there for her when she came home for the short time of sharing they both enjoyed, he brought her food with Abby when she forgot hers like al to fot or she brought him pictures and coffee with Abby.

It was all so fitting until those dark moments of reality. She heard his whimpering a mix of his joy and pain as she took care of his wound again after the reassuring kiss.

It looked better after a few minutes, the cut would heal with further treatment and she closed the bandage around his arm before putting the materials away and coming back to him. ,,Thank you, I know, I know I'm not with me today, the dreams, the job, everything is difficult," he began, turning to her and taking her hand in his, the trembling seeming to ease as he touched her. It always reassured him when they were together again.

He slowly fell backwards onto the bed, pulling her with him, the sound penetrating the silence before she cuddled up to him, resting her head on his chest, his heartbeat calm and almost slow. The fright and pain still made it beat a little fast but not so alarmingly that he had a panic attack. However, there was no longer any reason for him to be safe and with his family for now.

He put his hand on hers and drew small circles again, ,,I know it's difficult Mike...but believe me I'll stay with you I won't leave you and do you want my honest opinion?" she asked looking at him and saw that he had closed his eyes probably happy about the calm after the storm. ,,Please," he mumbled, just letting her go, even though she knew he always wanted to hear the truth anyway.

They would make it, but they both knew inside that it wasn't possible here. ,,Let's get out of here, make another ship and me too and then just get away from all this," she said the words they both hadn't dared to say knowing what it meant. She saw him open his eyes again from the poster on his ceiling that he was holding on to and look at her.

She saw uncertainty and fear flash inside him again, his eyes reflecting the fear. ,,Away? Where to? We don't have a home, there's nothing left except my money-losing aunt," he countered, knowing that his aunt was the biggest and only problem in all of this.

His aunt didn't like her either, but that was mutual. None of them liked her. ,,I don't know, I mean we've been saving up a bit to go to another state or get out of here altogether," she went on, but continued to hold on to him, making it clear to him that no matter what he said, she wouldn't leave him. Silence fell between them and she feared he would pull away from the room.

But instead he gave her a kiss on the head. ,,A month...a month to work as much as we can and you can look for a new place together," he said, she seemed to be watching him think about where they could go, how they could build a new life and whether Abby would even go along with it.

,,I love you Mike no matter what we end up doing," she told him, hearing his ,,I love you even more" words back before she felt him kiss her and pull her a little closer. The pain of the wound, his dream and trauma over for now. Whatever they would both have in the end, they would stay together.

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Boyfriend headcanons for Chris Sturniolo🧡

a/n: here is the Chris version no one asked for but that I give you anyway 🤗 becuase Chris deserves the love tooo💕

Chris Sturniolo x reader

warnings: none I think?

summary: again just headcanons I imagine for Chris :))👍

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES❕

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Unless you live under a fucking rock or you’re a new fan of the triplets, we aaaalllll know Chris is a pepsiholic by now

And with that I feel like he would automaticly decide that you are too, so I can 100% just imagine Chris bringing or buying you a pepsi everytime he gets one as well

You’re sitting on the couch watching a movie with Chris. He’d gotten up a few minutes ago to use the restroom, on the way back he stopped by the fridge, pulling out two cans of pepsi.

"Heads up" he said about halfway to the couch.

I turned my head towards him and a pepsi was tossed at me. I had enough time to react and caught it.

"Thanks" I smiled.

He slouched down beside me again, arm over my shoulder and popped open his drink.

(Sorry if you dont like pepsi😌🫶)

I think we all know Chris is a hugger, even though he’s stated that he is "a handshake guy"

But come oonnn, we all know he loves his hugs, he constantly hugs Nick and Matt, so of course he’s going to hug is lovely girlfriend!

He’ll just constantly hug you, whenever he sees you, before you leave, when you’ve made him food, bought him a present, payed for him when you were out, anything, he’ll hug you whenever, just becuase he can, doesnt need to be a reason. If Chris wants a hug, Chris gets a hug.

It was a late night and you had joined the triplets for a late drive. They were bored and Chris natrually asked if you wanted to join them. You of course said yes, any excuse to spend more time with Chris, you really enjoyed the company of Matt and Nick as well.

You guys had been driving around for a while, just talking about anything that came to mind, you had gotten some food and later on made your way back to their apartment. Nick said his goodnights and went to his room, Matt did the same not long after.

You went over to the sink and got yourself a glass of water. You turned around leaning on the counter, looking back at Chris just standing there looking back at you. The two of you locked eyes and he sighed lowly. He looked really tired.

"You alright Chris?" you asked with a hint of concern in your voice.

He slowly made his way over to you, replying to your question with a simple «mhm».

You put your glass down as he stopped right in front of you. He just simply wraped his arms around you and held you tight. You hugged him back and let your head rest on his shoulder.

Sometimes all he needed was just a hug, and you knew that was something you needed as well

I just know Chris would take everything you say to him very seriously.

We all know he loves to joke around and being all silly, but he would genuenly listen to you and really take in what you tell him.

Wether it’s a concern of yours, something you have on your mind, whenever you remind him of things he needs to do or thing he has planned, he always takes you very seriously.

But of course he still loved to joke around with you, I imagine him loving to tickle you if you are ticklish.

Just having silly arguments and playfights that end with him tickling you.

"Noo Chris, not at all" you laughed.

You were sat on his bed while he sat at his desk. It was another one of your guyses arguments, nothing heated, just making fun of each other and trying to piss eachother off.

He looked at you with a wierd expression.

"Ehmm yeahh!" he exclaimed.

You just laughed at him again. You held your stomach and fell back on his bed, small giggles leaving your lips. You heard him chuckle and get out of his chair.

"We’ll see who laughs in the end!" and before you knew it he jumped on the bed and tackled you. He was now stradling you, his smirk growing wide.

Before you got to react Chris was going OFF, tickling you everywhere. All you could do was try to get him off, using your hands to push him off, squirming underneath him. You we’re laughing uncontrorably, trying to catch your breath.

"Stop! Stop! Stop Chris! Stop!" you kept pleading with him to stop and he eventually did. You let out a few more giggles while cathcing your breath, and so did he, before he layed down beside you.

"You’re such an asshole" you laughed.

"You still love me" he said still smirking.

I just shook my head letting out an airy chuckle.

I feel like pet names are huge with Chris, but not just the regular «babe, baby, sweetheart» and those, but more mocking ones

You’d call eachother things like «idiot, stupid, fucker, dummy» just stuff like that

Neither of you get offended by it though, you both know it’s just jokes

However, protective Chris would appear the fucking millisecond he hears someone else call you names like that

No one gets to speak badly about you, you’re the most precious thing to him! How could anyone even be remotly close to say negative about you. To him you are an absolute angel!💕

Chris had been out with Nick and Matt, meeting some new people they met through social media, two girls and a guy. They were all influencers as well and seemed to enjoy a lot of the same things as the triplets, so they decided to link up.

However, as the night went on he made himself some remarks of things they said and did. He never pointed them out, everyone has their quirks, he just found them kind of odd.

Regardless of that though, they all carried on with their night and talking about diffirent things. He’d mentioned you a couple of times during their conversations and stories. Both him and his brothers had taken notice of the others making slight faces at the mention of your name and seeming somewhat unintrested in the conversation as soon as you were brought up. The three of them had decided to ignore it though.

They all decided to find a place to eat, so they stopped by a restaurant and sat down in a booth.

The three friends had all decided to go to the bathroom, so the triplets sat waiting for a little while until Chris realised he need to go as well.

He walked towards the bathrooms, but he slowed down as he heard hushed voices in one of the hallways. He took a peek around the corner and saw the three friends talking.

He usually wouldnt snoop around like this and listen in on others conversations, but for some reason he did.

"I know right!" one of the girls giggled.

"She seems like such a fucking idiot, have you seen her?" they guy stated.

Chris made a confused face, he was about to leave until he heard his name.

"For real though, how is Chris even dating her?"

His jaw dropped to the fucking floor and he was instantly filled with rage. They didnt even know you, let alone talked to you before and they dare put shame to your name? Oh hell no. Chris didnt even want to give them the time of day. He just went back to Nick and Matt, explained the situation briefly, and they were out of there.

Later that night he sendt the three of them a message, no threats, nothing like that, but just stating how rude it was and how he found their behaviour unexceptable, then he unfollowed them all, so did Nick and Matt.

Chris never had the heart to tell you about the situation though, he just made sure to compliment you a lot, kiss you and hug you extra much after that.

He wants to make sure you know that you’re loved and that you are more than enough for him💕

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Well that was all I had right now, I also have school tomorrow, so Im going to bed in not too long. I hope you enjoyed it though! :))

And again, I hope youve had a good day or night and dont forget that youre absolutely worth it!! <3

-dexiie💕

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Moral of the Story Chapter 4

Gif by: @celebritiesandmovies

A/N- I’m so sorry for the late update! I’ve had some issues with my health recently that have led to some related issues in school; but, I’ve been feeling a lot better and tried to edit this up quickly.

It’s not my best work, but I had no idea what to do with this chapter, please forgive the nonsense.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

Taglist: @vicmc624 , @mostlymarvelgirl , @yvonneeeee, @beetlejuicesupremacy , @moonlightreader649 , @whattheduckisupkyle , @chrisevans-realwife, @nekoannie-chan , @mrsbarnes32557038 , @imyourbratzdoll , @weallhaveadestiny

Word Count: 1.2k

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The thought that Scott would leave never so much as crossed my mind. How could it? Jean and Scott had been dating since the seventh grade.

I must have reread his email half a million times, each time hung on the words “I’m leaving the mansion too.”

I was pulled from my shock as I heard the door shut behind me. I put my phone away, internally prepared myself for the interview questions, and turned around, standing from the chair. I began to talk before I saw the figure, “Hello, again Ms. Potts. That was quite the situation-” I stopped. I had expected to see Ms. Potts. Instead, there stood Tony, who seemed equally shocked to see me there.

“Why hasn’t Pep sent you out yet?” He moved from the door to the desk, “The last person to make it this long had a mental breakdown a week later.” He passed my side, slipping onto her desk. He kicked his legs slightly before he appeared to remember I was still present.

“Regardless, where is Pepper? She usually never leaves interviewees unattended,” He leans back, bracing himself on one of his arms as he reaches to the top of the shortest stack with the other quickly lifting the top sheet and, while scanning it, says, “and most certainly never leaves them around confidential company information.”

“Technically, the interview hasn’t begun.” An uncomfortable pause fell in the room as he waited for me to elaborate, “Her regular assistant is on maternity leave. Her fill-in accidentally double-booked her- she’s in a meeting right now.”

He let his head fall back dramatically as he scoffed, “Shame, I had wanted to tell her something in private. Do you know who’s all in there with her?” A cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“No? Why, Tony?”

He slipped off the desk, similarly to when he hopped up, “Oh, nothing. Just have a bit of information to share with the class.” he was almost halfway across the room when he turned back to me. His smirk was now a shit-eating grin.

“Wait,” I ran to the man, grabbing his wrist, his expression turning amused, “if the information is so important, would it not be better to share it with her privately as you originally intended.”

I suppose I had a stern expression as I said that as Tony burst out laughing, “What am I? A schoolboy scolded by his teacher?”

“Not far off on the teacher part.” He stopped for a moment before a small smile came across his face.

“Really now? When was that?” He leaned against the table again, his interest shifting to the current topic more and more.

“It was my last job. I taught at a private academy outside Salem for almost three years.”

“Interesting. And what provoked the sudden career change?”

“I don’t believe I owe you that information, Mr. Stark, unless it pertains to a crime.”

A silence passed as he tilted his head one way and then the other. “Fair point. It doesn’t apply to California's laws, but sure, plead the fifth. I won’t judge you.”

“Oh no,” I said sarcastically, “how could I ever go on with the great Tony Stark judging me!”

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He moved his hands in an almost childish manner. Playing to exaggerate his point, “You don’t seem like the type to leave such a luxurious position for any old reason. And given that you didn’t have a job lined up, you left quickly. Why is that?”

“... My long-term partner and fellow teacher at the institution cheated on me with our co-worker.”

I looked up, his face seeming to wander between holding back a chuckle and ‘Oh shit’.

After quickly stiffening his laugh, a voice rang out behind, “Well, that’s quite the loss on their end.” Ms. Potts said from her place, leaning on the doorframe. Noticing her, I stood up, “You were a great help today, and from the small glimpse I’ve seen with you and Tony, well, I think he’ll be in good hands.”

By the time she finished her sentence, she was standing in front of myself and Tony. He still placed his weight on the desk but now he stood with his back straightened. I couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle, watching how much his demeanor changed when trying to maintain a good image around her.

“Please, Ms.Potts-“

“-Call me, Pepper. Please.”

“Alright… Pepper. Thank you, but you’re too kind. I just did what I could to help. That’s nothing to be hired over.”

I watched as she placed a hand on her hip, looked at Tony, then looked back at me.

“Hun, I mean this in the nicest way I can,” she says as she placed her hand on my shoulder lightly pushing me to sit, “do you want this fucking job?”

"Yes?"

“Great! You’re hired. Tony is scheduled to attend an event in Milan later this week so, I’d recommend you get ready for it. You’ll be at the convention for four days, not including travel days, please keep that in mind while packing. Now, if you don’t mind,” she moved her arm in front of her covered desk, “I have a few rather large stacks of paperwork to get to. Tony will show you to your office, once you’re done you’re free to leave,” she moved around the desk to type something on the computer, “I’ll have the receptionist send the order out for your ID badge, we’ll most likely have it tomorrow, otherwise it will be the day after that.” She moved up to Tony and me pushing him off her desk and casually shooing us to the door, “Congrats on the new secretary, Tony, don’t fuck it up. And to you, good luck.”

And just like that, I was standing outside of Ms. Potts' office with Mr. Stark. He led me over to his office, the room was rather cluttered but, inside and to the left there was a door. He looked over his shoulder, I guess to check to see if I was still there. He then opened the door, which, led to the secretary’s office.

“There’s another door leading in from the hall, so, please, don’t feel required to come through this room every morning. If you have any other questions, you have my number. Otherwise, I have better things to do.”

“I’m good Mr. Stark.”

“Mr. Stark was my father, call me Tony.”

“Okay then, Tony.”

“Well, I’ll be seeing you then.” He gave a slight wave and walked out into his office. The sound of his door closing let me know he was either leaving or heading back to Pepper’s.

I took another look around the room, it was well-furnished and fairly clean. There was nothing I could see that needed repair either. I wouldn't need to bring anything in.

We boarded the plane about sixteen hours ago and finally reached our destination. We were about five minutes from landing. I got up to wake up Tony, who had been asleep for the past four hours.

I walked over to his chair, slightly nudging his shoulder, “Mr. Stark, wake up. We’re about to land.”

“Fuck you”

“Apologies, sir.” I sat across from him and buckled my seatbelt.

After I had finished the pilot sent the message over the intercom. Tony begrudgingly followed the instructions. The landing was a bit bumpy, but far from the worst I’d felt.

Once we were given the all-clear to start unboarding we started walking down the airplane's staircase. I started walking towards the car that was waiting when I heard a loud bang. The unmistakable sound of a gunshot rang out. I turned around and saw Tony writhing on the ground.

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