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The Office Pet Part 4
warnings: MDNI, pet play, name-calling, exhibitionism, oral (fem receiving), women on women This fic does not mean I think Kusakabe would be bad in bed, but there aren't many other men left. NOT PROOFREAD. I may have stolen some concepts from @anonimusunnoaniswriting
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
âKusakabe, why are you taking so long?â Kento gives the brunette man a withering look as he sees your unsatisfied state.
âHeâs eating me wrong!â You complain, and Gojo snickers. You had been happy and warm, snuggled with Gojo and Higurumaâs pets when a sudden phone call had all the men gathering in the same room.Â
âWere you aware he was coming today?â
âNo, it was a completely unprompted visit. He said something about a welfare check.â
âOn the pets?â
âYes. I mean itâs a relatively new allowance. Makes sense that heâd want to see if itâs being implemented well.â
Amidst all the chatter, Kento had gently patted your head, trying to rouse you. âMy sweet little pet. Can I ask you for a favor?â He pushes back locks of your pretty hair, his heart melting as your eyes turn from the fuzzy haze of sleep into alertness. âIâm sorry to wake you, but our CEO is arriving shortly. Heâs bringing his pet as well. Weâre worried about Kusakabe. He hasnât eaten pussy in a long time and if he fails to satisfy the CEOâs pet they might take away the office pet allowance altogether.â
He scoops you up, the flimsy miniskirt of the lingerie youâre wearing draping over Kentoâs forearm. âDo you mind letting him practice on you? You smell so delightful little pet.â Kento pressed a kiss to your forehead and you glowed at his affection. Kento had placed you gently on Gojoâs cleared desk and slipped off the lacy panties, exposing your pussy to Kusakabe, who stood looking nervous.Â
âGeez Atsuya, it doesnât have teeth,â Higuruma goaded him, and the room erupted into laughter, both men and pets. âSeriously he keeps looking at it like itâs going to bite him. Itâs soft, squishy. Now stop acting like weâre throwing you to the wolves. Itâs a harmless little pussy, and if you fail in this, the CEO is going to come down hard on you. His pet isnât something you can leave unfinished.Â
Atsuya had shakily approached you, and you glance up at Kento whoâs hovering by your head, gently massaging your breasts to get your blood humming. Atsuyaâs fingers are clumsy as he parts your folds. His warm tongue darts out, but it didn't take long for you to realize he had no idea what he was doing. He kept missing your clit, even though it was right there, peeking out from between your folds, and he failed to listen to your cues, the little happy chirps falling deaf on his ears as he tongue swirled haphazardly over random areas of your core.Â
Kento picks up on your discomfort immediately. âAtsuya I swear to God if you ruin this for all of us just because you donât know how to eat pussy-â
âShow me how!â Kusakabe blurts in panic. Gojo and Higuruma sigh and approach the table. Kento spreads your folds and points to the swollen tissue at the top of your mound. âSee that? Thatâs her clit. Maybe try licking that instead of shoving your tongue everywhere else.â
Kento spits on his fingers and brings them to your clit, massaging the nub, drawing an immediate mewl of happiness from you. âSee? Her face makes it obvious. You have about 5 minutes to prove you can eat her out correctly or else youâll have to go home for the day. Weâll make up an excuse to tell the CEO.â
âI donât know how he missed that,â Gojo says, peeking at your folds. âHer clit is right there.â
âAnd this is her pussy.â Hiromi gently prods your hole and Kusakabeâs face blushes red.Â
âI know!â
âDo you?â
âOk enough! Let him try. We have a very short window to decide if Kusakabe is here or goes home for the day.â
âA little too late for that Iâd say.â
Startled, all 4 men look at the door and see their CEO smiling smugly at them, his pet obediently next to him on the floor, wearing a long overcoat to hide the fact that she was only wearing lingerie underneath it. She had wide eyes and her hair was tied back into a ponytail. She was watching the scene with a keen observance, her smirk mirroring her masterâs as she looked at Kusakabe.Â
Suguru removes the leash from her collar and gives her ass a friendly pat. âGo play sweetheart.â She immediately moves forward to the cuddle pile where Gojo and Higurumaâs pets are seated. They waste no time in welcoming her, removing the trenchcoat and revealing lingerie that looked like shibari ropes, with barely any fabric covering her crotch or nipples. She playfully wriggles her ass and the two other pets take the cue, one of them gently spanking her while the other starts to touch her clit. Her noises of pleasure were punctuated with little yelps as she was spanked.
Suguru rolls up the leash and puts it in his coat pocket before entering the office. He appraises you, laid on your back looking flushed and irritable, your pussy on display to the whole room. Kusakabe immediately steps away so that he can get a better look. Suguruâs long hair tickles your abdomen as he leans over to check the little badge on your collar. He hmms as he reads the name and his eyes fixate on Nanami.Â
âMay I?â he asks, but itâs not really a request for permission. Nanami nods.
Suguruâs hot breath ghosts your thighs and you go perfectly still as his thumbs part your folds. Kusakabeâs spit still lingered and the raven-haired man tsks at the sight. âMost of the wetness here isnât yours, is it pet?â He looks at you, and you hesitate. He cups your face. âI assure you no one will get in trouble.â You shake your head no.Â
Suguru puts his nose between your folds and inhales deeply. âSo sweet. Iâd heard rumors about one of the pets smelling like candy down there. I didnât think it was so accurate.â His tongue swirls around your clit and you let out a moan. He knew exactly what he was doing. Your eyes look up to glance at Kentoâs face and he nods encouragingly, stroking your hair. The tip of his tongue gently nudges the little nub, going at it in patient circles, until you feel your core starting to drip again.Â
Your hand involuntarily tangles into his beautiful hair and he chuckles, the noise muffled against your puffy sex. It might have been out of line, a pet reaching for a masterâs hair without permission but Suguru was in a good mood today, so he allowed it. Your reaction to his mouth was all he needed to allow you that indulgence. You whimper, hips arching as his lips seal around your clit and suck, the pressure pushing you to the edge. You cum with a cry, your clit pulsing hotly inside his mouth while your core spasms in tandem.Â
Suguru pulls away and wipes his mouth. âI hope that suffices as a decent demonstration.â His purple eyes fix on Kusakabe who shrinks. You lie on the table panting and Kento picks you up and places you with your playmates. Suguruâs pet lazily opens her eyes to glance at you, her pussy being serviced attentively by Higurumaâs pet. Youâre entranced by the dreamy quality in her gaze and go over for a kiss, which she accepts with a delighted purr.Â
âAre the pets serving their purpose?â Suguru occupies Gojoâs chair and looks at the men expectantly.Â
âIndeed sir. Theyâre the joy of the office.â Satoru is the first to speak.Â
âI see that their conditions in your office are a littleâŚlackluster though.â Suguruâs eyes take in the plushy futons that have been laid out, not uncomfortable by any means but lacking the finesse heâd been expecting. âPerhaps I can fix that. Iâll give each of you a pet expenditure card for their needs. Start by upgrading their office quarters, but you can also use it for other things; hair, nails, makeup, lingerie, toys. I didnât push so hard for office pets to have them living in basic conditions.â
The statement was rather mindboggling considering the futons were covered in sheets that had an impossible threadcount, and all the pets wore collars made from either gold or platinum, and had at least one jewel embedded in it that exceeded 10 carats. How much luxury was Suguruâs pet living in that he considered their lives to be basic?
âThatâs so kind of you Geto-sama.â Nanami bows. âTruly unexpected.â
Suguruâs eyes fall on his pet who was close to a soft orgasm, her moans muffled by your mouth on hers. She cums with a mewl, her back arching as the pleasure exploded in her, then opens her eyes. Suguru pats his lap and she eagerly crawls over to him, snuggling and allowing him to securely hold on to her using the shibari style lingerie wrapping around her.Â
âDid you enjoy that?â Suguru pets the woman affectionately under the chin and she melts into his touch. âDo you want something else?â She nods as though she already knew what he had in store for her. âTake it then.â
Suguru continues talk to the men as his pet starts to undo his zipper, pulling out his long cock and turning on her kness so that sheâs facing the crowd while he talks. âOffice pets are our best resource to prevent burnout and stress.â His voice hitches for a brief second as his pet slowly sinks onto him, then starts to ride him, her tits bouncing.
Kusakabe lets out a muffled cough, trying not to ogle the sight. The 3 other men look unruffled and continue to listen. Suguruâs large hand grabs onto a bunch of the ropes at the back of the womanâs lingerie, allowing her to move at angles that werenât possible when seated on anotherâs lap on your knees.
âThey provide us with companionship and endless joy and pleasure. Donât think I havenât noticed the improvement in the numbers since the office pet allowance was enabled. That speaks volumes.â He glances at his pet who flushed and clearly enjoying herself as she fucks him. âSlow down.â He grips the ropes tighter, controlling how fast she was moving. âYou donât want to overstimulate yourself.â
âBut I think they deserve the best of everything. Their devotion is endless after all.â He squeezes one of his petâs nipples causing her rhythm to falter. Geto lifts her off his cock slightly by the fabric ropes, steadying her, then loosens his hold so that she can push back down.Â
âIâm also concerned that our newest hire seems to lack the knowledge needed to keep a pet satisfied.â His eyes rove over Kusakabe and the other men turn to glare at him. âHas he really never eaten pussy before?â
âOf course I have!â Kusakabe splutters suddenly. âSir.â He adds hastily.Â
âClearly not with any skill. Nanamiâs pet was half dry by the time I got to her.â Silence fills the room, except for the sound of Getoâs pet moaning, her round ass slapping against his thighs each time she moved. âMy advice to you Atsuya, is to take your time and learn the material. Do you have a girlfriend?â
He shakes his head no. âNo wonder. But I suppose that means we wonât have to worry about the office pet allowance being applicable to you yet.â Geto grunts as his pet slams down on him, and before he could get in another word, she lowers herself completely, eyes closed in ecstasy as she takes Suguruâs load into her.
âWell done sweetheart.âGeto pants and strokes her back. He helps her off his lap and sets her down on the floor and she wanders off to rejoin the other women. He quickly produces a handkerchief and wipes himself clean before continuing.
âThe rest of you though, I assume youâre keeping your pets satisfied? Giving them high quality meals? Ensuring they get enough water? Regular massages? They use their bodies to please us so the least you can do is make sure they donât have any aches and pain.â
âOf course Geto-sama,â Higuruma reassures him. âAll this is being done.â
âExcellent.â He looks at the pets. His was being cleaned by Gojoâs pet while you had her head in your lap, leisurely stroking her cheeks and pressing kisses to her forehead. Geto observes the smitten way his pet looks at you.Â
âCome gentlemen. Letâs have lunch.â He tucks his spent cock back into his pants. âIâll make sure something is sent up for the pets to eat.â
As they walk, Geto lingers behind and catches hold of Nanami. âHow do you feel about setting up a private playdate? My pet and yours?â
Kentoâs hazel eyes look intrigued. âI would have to ask her, but sure. Any reason, Geto-sama?â
âMy pet seems to have taken a liking to her. And whatever my pet wants, she gets.â
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can we get a caitlin x reader where reader is a fan and meets cc in Indy at an event and they just click. caitlin isn't fully out to her teammates though so she's trying to be lowkey with her flirting and is failing miserably lol
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caitlin clark x reader
warnings: a little awkward, inspired by caitlin at the gala a few weeks ago, requests are open!
the gala is in full swing, filled with everyone from sports icons to industry insiders, and youâre just trying to soak it all in. youâre there representing your broadcasting company, a little starstruck but trying to keep it coolâuntil you spot caitlin clark a few feet away. sheâs standing with a whole group of her indiana fever teammates, laughing and mingling: kelsey, temi, nalyssa, katie lou. theyâre all impressive, but itâs caitlin who has this energy that keeps drawing your attention.
youâre doing your best not to stare, but caitlin glances up and catches your eye, a little smile tugging at her lips. then, without missing a beat, she excuses herself from the group and walks over, her teammates too caught up in their own conversations to notice her laser focus on you.
âhey,â she says, her tone casual but that smile just a little too interested to be entirely professional. âhaving a good time?â
âyeah, itâs amazing,â you reply, trying not to sound too flustered. âhonestly, itâs a bit surreal seeing everyone in one place.â
she laughs, leaning in a little. âtrust me, weâre just normal people. maybe a little taller than most.â thereâs this spark in her eyes, and she finds these tiny excuses to brush her hand against yours or lean just a bit closer than necessary. every time, your heart skips, but each time one of her teammates glances over, she shifts back, trying to look casual. problem is, sheâs terrible at being subtle.
kelsey notices first, raising an eyebrow as she looks between the two of you. âcaitlin, making new friends?â
caitlin gives her a look, doing her best to play it cool. âyeah, just, you know⌠networking.â
ânetworking, sure,â kelsey says with a smirk before wandering off, clearly amused.
caitlin rolls her eyes, muttering, âignore her.â
âoh, i donât mind,â you tease, grinning. âsheâs just picking up on your very subtle flirting.â
caitlin flushes but tries to laugh it off. âi donât flirt,â she says, then quickly adds, âbut⌠hypothetically, if i wereâwould it be working?â
youâre about to answer when temi appears, glancing between the two of you with a knowing smile. âhey, are we interrupting something?â
ânope!â caitlin says a little too quickly, shooting you an almost guilty smile. âjust⌠talking shop.â
temi nods, clearly not buying it but not pushing either. âright. well, weâre heading over to grab drinks. want to come?â
caitlin hesitates, glancing at you. âactually⌠i think iâll stay here a bit.â
temi raises an eyebrow, clearly holding back a grin. âsure thing,â she chuckles, walking back to the others.
as soon as sheâs gone, caitlin sighs, giving you a lopsided smile. âthis is going so well, huh?â
âyouâre not as subtle as you think,â you laugh.
she bites her lip, looking down for a second, then pulls a small card from her pocket. âhere, for networking,â she says, handing you her number scribbled on it.
âtotally professional, right?â you ask, mirroring her grin.
âof course,â she replies, her eyes twinkling. âthough⌠if youâre around later, maybe we can expand this networking session.â she winks, cheeks flushed as she tries to play it off, failing miserably.
her teammates are watching as she rejoins them, giving her all kinds of teasing looks, but youâre left there with her number in your hand, grinning to yourself and already looking forward to whatever might happen next.
part 2? lesson coming soon for all that asked
#caitlin clark x reader#caitlin clark#wnba x reader#wnba imagine#wbb x reader#wbb imagine#iowa wbb#indiana fever
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#momonina#kindof. embarrassed to post this one bc its just pure fluff lmao⌠theyre so LAME in this pic (/j)#i can hear mmk going ăŁăăâŚ#nnâs outfits are always soooo cute though#waaaaaah i love the fashionâŚ.#miiiight color it though..#edit incoming#future pix here#mmnn#<- decided the drawings of the two of em can have momonina in them but if it leans more romo than plato it has mmnn#bc i rotate them in my head so fast#but as the days pass i get really crazy over them being Not Romantic but still More than That#im losing my Mind tbh#the only thing im certain of is that mmk is definitely a lesbian all things considered like look at her LMAO#everytime i rewatch i do consider how gay her actions are...???#(i've been rotating mmnn around in my mind since ep 1 tbh... the codependency was tempting...!)#but i keep thinking abt mmk herself saying âi saw my past self in youâ in like. ep 2 already... and it would linger in my mind#i had written in my notes a While back#like when ep 4 was airing#that it just felt like mmk was trying to be kind to her past self ykno#because she believed that the her now... had failed in her dream#so yknow... by giving the guitar she was trying to have nn continue that dream for her (leading into mmk âguiding nnâ)#ofc nn gives back her guitar though and i thank that person on twitter everyday for putting it so well#LIKE AGHHH THEIR MEETING WAS FATE BUT THE ACTIONS THEY TOOK TO PULL EACH OTHER UP... KILL ME!!!!#the choices they make regarding themselves... of staying true to themselves... hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgjhg#idk how many people will see this edit so im just treating it like the void (haha Void) here#(i've made that joke multiple times to myself now#i still think about. how mmnn were drawn to the honesty of each other#and yet. didnt exactly recognize each other as an actual person yet?#nn loved void and so loved mmk for creating it and saving her life. so mmk was a savior to her
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Hi? Gosh how do I even start with this :'D
I know it's been ages since I've last popped up on here. I've been debating when to post this for a while, but I kept adding to my draft more and more and now it's the end of JULY omgg I felt so guilty disappearing with zero updates but then thought my birthday would be the best day to finally address this considering it'll feel less random? idk but Ive always celebrated my bday with you guys and I'd feel so bad answering your kind asks without me at least explaining why I was gone for months.
Truth be told, I was dealing with a lot of stuff irl. health issues and sudden declining grades that left me stumped and drained for months now- along with technical issues like having to replace some parts of my computer that took a while for me to find to even draw digitally, which I didn't have the time for anyway with how tired and weary I felt every day.
I'm frankly shaken up by a lot of shit rn and I don't know how to be active online with this burden on my chest- Especially as it's been a while since I've even looked at utmv related content and my motivation dwindled. I swear I'd hype myself up to post or reblog something- but I'd see just how much I've missed or the overwhelming amount of posts I'd need to go through and I'd feel so swamped with exhaustion and most importantly guilt, for not clearing the air up sooner to reassure you guys that I'm, y'know, alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And I'd procrastinate cause typing it all out is hard and I'd give up halfway every time and it's just not fair to you all!
I thought I was handling it well when I started going out and socializing more, instead of staying cooped up at home on my computer all day. and in the first draft of this post I made months ago I was gonna detail some of the fun plans I had, for my life and for this blog :D but relaxing my strict study schedule and letting go a bit of my tight routine, thinking it was better than wringing myself dry to keep it up, backfired horribly, to say the least.
I know right?? so silly to be hung up on stupid shit like studies of all things! but this is a very important thing for me considering my career plans and the competitivity encouraged by everyone I'm surrounded by, the pressure of keeping up adding to my already stressful days. I had to fix myself up first and I couldn't handle the strain nor interact with people and thinking of jobs and exams sapped my energy so much it's frankly embarrassing. writing this feels so cheesy too and it frustrates me to know I could've come back a month earlier if it weren't for that, but I also know putting all of this into words then would just sound like incoherent venting (not that this is very different tbf) and I wasn't in the right headspace to address my absence, or anything really- I didn't want everyone to see me return when I couldn't muster up a genuinely positive message, let alone talk to anyone with a shadow of my usual cheer
I feel like a complete mess and It drives me up the wall how depressed I've gotten. I debated deleting this blog so many times 'cause the fear of disappointing my audience and my friends, for lack of a more fitting sentiment, made me feel even shittier. I'm constantly thinking if this wall of text is worth posting, or if it's better not to burden you all with all my sappy troubles as if it's the end of the world. Trust me, I'll be fine. I'm not trying to dramatize this situation, but I don't think I'm up to pretending I'm all sunshine and enthusiasm you're all accustomed to.
So sorry for worrying you all! I'll try to catch up, deliver some missed birthday gifts, and answer some asks while I'm at it! Again, I can't state how much I appreciate your support throughout the years. It's frankly a miracle I kept any of you around with how much I keep popping and leaving at random with no warning. I definitely can't promise for my stay to be without a hitch, and if you don't mind an inconsistent schedule you're free to stay of course, but I'm afraid I can't sustain the pace I had when I first started this blog. I'll keep posting art, but lower my activity in the fandom sphere to reduce the strain on my mental health. so fewer rants and walls of text, more art, and less stress overall. Love you all and thanks for waiting for this long <3
#I'm not leaving the fandom btw! Just realized it kinda sounds like I will but I won't!#Still got my fem versions and some animations to spice things up in case I feel less inclined to draw my resident skeles lol#To the people that reached out before this thank you SO much!!!#I know this is not gonna reach many people considering my leave but i deeply appreciate it<3#I wouldn't be surprised if people forgot why they even followed me in the first place with how long I've left this time Hhhh#There's some plans about commissions as well cause no matter how many times I fix this poor pc it keeps failing me lmao#And I wanna try my hand at it to feel less pressured and dependent on my academics :')#It's a scary thought and an even scarier process and idk if you guys will be interested? but that's for another post ig >:)c#muah muah ily all thanks for EVERYTHING cause I'd restart this blog all anew if I didn't have so many people that I'd miss around here >:'D#blah blah Yuri is back on her bs so get ready for some banger art!!#To any mutual reading this pleaaaase bear with me if I don't reblog your art immediately#cause I've been tagged on a few and I wanna give them five tags each at minimum and I don't know where to start HHH#If there's something specific you want me to see you're welcome to tag me In it but don't be discouraged I haven't gotten to it yet!#This is So long I'm genuinely sorry aughghg đ
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gamers has this been done yet
#/me scrambling from my sick spot on bed to throw this together in a frenzy /lh#I was tempted to draw it honestlySKDJFSJKNFDS we'll see if I'm well enough to do so......................#as a little update as well !!! I've been recovering steadily !!! being sick for the entire week was Not fun#I'm still trying to get back into the groove of drawing and doing art as a whole since getting sick for the umpteenth time really--#--messed with my mood- especially with it being towards the end of the year- but I think I'll be alright all things considered :'} â¤ď¸#if anything I just gotta contend with catching up on my final requirements for the current college term hoooohhh boyyy#speedrunning never failed me before so here we goSDKJFSNDFSD#but once that's done all I'll have to worry about over the academic break is my freelancing-- otherwise I'll be free to draw and model â¨#(I also have plans for a Thing but I'll share that later down the road........ but it's something I've always wanted to try over the years)#anyways on my 'young johto gym leaders all being besties' agenda#y'all just know that the shenanigans that ensue go WILD#pokemon#johto league#pokemon gsc#pokemon hgss#pokemon masters#pokemas#fluff speaks !!!
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#talk#i think i'm gonna drop all but one course this semester in order to get properly medicated#+ catch up on some Essential Life Skills that i'm missing (that most people learned in their teens ahaha)#i've gamed it out. given it ample consideration. i'd rather ruin my semester plans than ruin my overall gpa#esp. since i have to maintain a certain number to transfer out of here lmao. if that wasn't the case it'd be 'Cs get degrees babey B)'#some people can make it through college with unmedicated/unaccommodated adhd. but not me! i suck at this!!#have also learned that i actually... miss? in-person classes? at our little downtown campus??#online classes were nice in theory but Once Again My Friends Were Right. some things should not be taken online#... man. i'm still trying to justify this to myself. the guilt of 'failing again' is eating at me#but so is trying to deal with this fuckass [subject redacted] class. worst subject + no office hours + prof won't email me back + L#+ no late work allowed. my prof last semester was right when she said i should pick someone w/ a lax late work policy lmao#... mmm. well! well well well.#my sleep schedule is so fucked. i need a passport. i want to draw again. meds. whatever. it'll be fine
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could you please write something with bombshell reader and spencer where there is a misunderstanding and she thinks he is cheating on her?? or anything angsty? love your work and just want to tell you how you are the best author in this fandom! besos <333
thanks so much, hope this is okay! fem, 1.2k
You bend forward and breathe.Â
Rough breathing. Audibly disjointed, and panicked, and drawing attention. You clasp at the side of the counter in the office kitchen and everyone standing around you goes silent.Â
Someone must tell someone who tells someone, because Anderson makes his way to your side soon after. âY/N, do you need me to get someone?â he asks.Â
âHotch?â you ask.Â
âSure. Do you want to sit down?âÂ
Your mouth isnât calibrated to your mind. Your answer takes time. âIâm okay.âÂ
You blink hard. Your lashes are sticky, mascara wet in the corners and pulling on each other as you force yourself to keep them open. When Hotch collects you, it is with an immense tenderness, and a poorly concealed confusion. âHey, come on,â he says, guiding you toward the office doors, âletâs find somewhere quieter.âÂ
Youâre three steps down the hallway when you stop. You cover your face with both hands.Â
Your entire world just got rocked⌠you donât even know how to say it. You canât stop seeing it, his hand on her shoulder, his head tilted to one side like he always does with you, like heâs going to kiss her cheek. And sheâd just let him do it.Â
âWhat happened?âÂ
âThey were kissing.âÂ
Hotch looks down at you patiently. âWho?âÂ
âSpencer and JJ.â You swallow down bile. Your voice sounds far away, âThey were so closeâŚâÂ
âAre you sure?âÂ
âNo⌠Just, it looked like they were. She had her arms around him, heâŚâÂ
You blink hard again, but the panic, the agony remains. You could see it, Spencer kissing her, and it just tore you to pieces right then and there. How could he do that to you? The stereotypical youâd always expected to be above races through your head. Werenât you too much to lose?Â
âThey were too close,â you say more firmly.Â
âAlright,â Hotch says softly. Then, because heâs your friend, even if youâve thrust him into an awkward position. âI can work this out for you, if you want. I can kill him for you if necessary.âÂ
âThatâs not funny,â you say, because even if it were, itâs way too soon.Â
âIâm not joking. If Spencer ever did that to you, Iâd⌠well, I wouldnât hurt him, but he would lose my respect, and he would lose yours. Do you believe Spencer would put that at risk?âÂ
âYou think Iâm overreacting.âÂ
Hotch gives you a look. Full Hotchner. Understanding, patient, a little humorous. âI honestly canât imagine a world where Spencer does something that would hurt you, thatâs all. Iâm not trying to mock you. Iâm not saying you canât be upset.âÂ
You realise after a few deep breaths that he was trying to drive you from a panic attack, and he did it successfully. You swallow a nervous lump.
âThank you.âÂ
âYouâre welcome.â
âI think I can kill him.â
âI donât doubt it. Do you want to?âÂ
âDepends on what I saw,â you mutter, turning away from the glass office doors as they open.Â
âWell⌠perhaps you canââ
âHey, what are you guys doing out here?â Spencer interrupts, breathless as he slides around Hotch and takes your arm in his hand. âAngel, I need your help, urgently. JJâs earring got caught in my hair, Iâm pretty sure Iâm bald.âÂ
You squint at him, still a little breathless yourself.Â
âHey, are you okay?â he asks, looking between you and Hotch with regret. âWhatâs wrong? You look sick.â
âWhat did JJ do?â you ask.Â
âAngel?âÂ
He squints. When you fail to offer a reason, he tips his head down to show you the top of his head. âAm I bald? She dropped her pencil case and I tried to grab it, and she yanked back. I tried to stop her from ripping it out, but she said I had to stop being a big baby.âÂ
He laughs. Hotch lets out an audible breath.Â
âIâm hideous,â Spencer surmises from your silence.Â
âI didnât really look.âÂ
Spencer looks at Hotch. âCan you tell me whatâs wrong? Please?âÂ
You send Hotch a look that says please, donât. Â
âI just felt a bit panicked,â you confess, a half truth to spare your dignity.
âI brought her out here for some quiet,â Hotch says.Â
Spencer frowns and holds your arm again with more softness. âYou did? Are you feeling better now? You know, the sudden onset of panic is often caused by a process called overbreathing, have you felt that happen to you recently? Itâs accidental hyperventilation. Low carbon dioxide in the blood.â His frown deepens. âUnless itâs not that. Are you worried about something?âÂ
You watch as his hand glides further up, his thumb rubbing into the soft fat of your upper arm.Â
âWorried about your hairline,â you mumble.Â
Look, youâll tell Spencer eventually, maybe. But for now your head hurts and you really had almost spun yourself into an anxiety attack, and you need the rest, and meeting his eyes isnât easy.Â
If he were lying about the earring, youâd be able to tell. If heâd kissed JJ, the guilt would be pouring off of him.Â
âI can trust you to look after her?â Hotch asks.Â
âWhen canât you?â Spencer asks sincerely.Â
Footsteps. A door opening.Â
You and Spencer alone, his voice warm with concern. âAre you okay? Really okay?âÂ
âCan you hug me?âÂ
âSure I can.â He slips his arms through yours and pulls you in. âDo you need something? Listening to music can help, I have my headphones on my desk. Or we can justâ walk.â His hand spread wide over your shoulder. âYouâre shaking.âÂ
âI am?âÂ
âJust a littleâŚâÂ
You try your best to stand completely still.Â
âOh,â he says softly, pulling you with more force toward his chest, âIâm sorry, I had no idea you werenât feeling okay today. But itâll be okay, I promise. I got you.âÂ
Itâs not often you feel like the smaller person in your relationship, and he doesnât make you feel small, but the depth of his promise gives him this bigness that dulls the panic. Spencer⌠he really wouldnât do anything to hurt you. You arenât at fault for thinking they were too close, but thereâs an explanation, and for now thatâs enough to make you feel better.Â
âHow much hair did she rip out, sweetheart?â you murmur, leaning back just far to see his face, not wanting to disturb the stable quiet. âDoes it hurt?âÂ
âNo, Iâm fine. Honestly Iâm more worried about you than my hair.âÂ
âCan I explain it to you later?âÂ
âYouâll sleep over?â he asks, lips thinning into a smile.Â
âYeah.âÂ
âWeâll talk about it later,â he says.Â
You close your eyes as he cups your face with both hands. Later, when you tell him, he isnât offended, just sorry. Necessary or not, he apologises and holds you with so much tenderness youâre assured again that Spencer hurting you would only ever be an accident.
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iâm here but iâm also disassociating, so iâll be in and out as i completely forget i exist in this world.
#( i'm in a really shitty mood today )#( don't ask me why i'm having mood swings )#( if you didn't know - i'm bipolar ii so yeah i'm gonna have these days )#( trying to get back into drawing as well but failing at it so here i am )
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all mine (pt.2)
closeted/in denial abby anderson x reader
pt.1: you told me your new man donât make you nut, thatâs a damn shame.
please click here!
tags: sub!abby, dom!reader, experienced!reader, mentions of owen, tbh trauma from owen, strap-on sex, cunnilingus, 69ing, dry humping, grinding, nonexplicit masturbation, lowkey voyeurism+exhibitionism ish? thereâs plot i swear.
A/N: im well aware that i apologize in every post i make and that its redundant, but im still sorry that i took forever to write.
so. some of this may sound a little familiar from the first part, but itâs simply just drawing parallels between abbyâs and your stances on one another.
this gets gradually worse and worse. i think the quality started landsliding once i reached the smut. enjoy!
itâs been near âround a week later, and abbyâs avoiding you like the fucking devil. in factâ by the way sheâs been acting, you think she might even believe so. sheâs never felt so inexplicably thrown off. clickers, bloaters⌠couple of well-aimed shots and theyâre no deal. but you? the ghost of your touches haunt her day and night. sheâs like a woman possessed. and sheâs insatiable.
her once weekly visits to the chapel have become daily: hour-long stays spent on her knees, prayers whispered hastily under her breath, eyes darting to paranoically try to catch potential eavesdroppers.
even owen, the air-headed asshole, has been left victim, or perhaps victor, to the effects of your actions. in a desperate attempt to ease her whirling mind, or rather, to ease the painful throbbing between her thighs, abbyâs seemed to have turned to her boyfriend as a last ditch effort.
abbyâs newfound flood of arousal, pooling and pleading, only to be met by owenâs two incher every night have had his ego blowing up fucking obnoxiously.
âgod, abby, youâre fuckinâ desperate for my dick lately,â heâd gloat, hilariously blind to his girlfriendâs infidelity.
unfortunately for abby, her pathetic resorts have done nothing to quiet the moaning mess of guilt-filled memories. if anything, theyâve done quite the opposite.
sheâs been left to the mercy of her palm, heel of it digging into her clit while sheâs beside the sleeping figure of owen, straining every massive muscle in her body to give her that orgasm she so badly needs.
itâs to no avail, though. stuck gasping and tearing up against a pillow, her poor pussy crying for some semblance of relief. and whatâs left is a week-long edged abby anderson, ms. âtop soldierâ, whoâs back to shooting no better than a freshly new recruit.
whatâs up with that, hm?
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2am now, in the isolated west dormitoryâs showers, and abbyâs at it again. her body starving for your touch; your sinful, corrupting, addictive touch, and sheâs failing to appease her needs once more.
âmmph- fuck, ah-please,â abby begs into her forearm, groaning as two thick fingers plunge deep into her sopping hole, thrusting in and out messily.
itâs exhausting to fuck the way you do. even with her arms the impressive size they are, itâs impossibly demanding to reach every nerve you had reached, filthy sounds echoing along the tile walls, taunting her.
abby knows whatâs coming, or really, the lack of it.
skin pink from the heat of the water, she abandons her effort, shutting the stream off with a squeak and ventures the locker room to get dressed for the night.
her mind wanders to youâ thatâs all it ever seems to do as of recently, and she thinks about how she almost misses your antics. she canât place her finger on what it is exactly about you that makes her chase every teasing interaction so masochistically.
maybe itâs your lopsided smile that lures her in, or that glint in your eye she gets caught up in. or maybe itâs just that she knows she shouldnât want you, and itâs so deliciously wrong, and thatâs why sheâs got to have you.
towel flung over her shoulder, abby makes her way out, only to stop in her tracks when she hears the loud slam of a locker door.
what the fuck? wasnât the bathroom empty when she last checked??
cheeks burning at the mistaking of her privacy, she swivels the corner, furious to see who the fuck else is using the west dorm showers at this hour. of all the hours.
and, well, abbyâs frozen in place when sheâs met with the sight of a mystery someoneâs bare back. but oh, how she recognizes you, you and your wet hair, slinging droplets down your smooth skin, trailing lower and lower and-
you cough, breaking her trance. baby blue eyes dart up, caught, as you slide your tank on, smirking.
âhey, anderson.â
that just about does it for her. abby slams an open locker door shut, almost sprinting out of the room.
and really, thereâs no choice but for you to follow her, practically hunting her down as she sharply turns down random hallways, clearly attempting to outrun you. abby makes a wrong turn soon enough, and you honestly think you might burst out into laughter because of the funny way fate seems to string the two of you together.
the blondeâs backed herself into a corner, and it just so happens to be your residential corner. you canât help but wonder if she already knew where your room was located.
âscared, anderson?â slips out of your mouth, and it feels significant, reminiscent of the week before. you stare her down, wet strands clinging to her skin to match yours, and itâs like the two of you know whatâs to come with your words. the inevitable.
youâre not sure which one of you moves first, rubber band of tension snapping as your lips collide in a catastrophic sort of way. youâre scrambling to blindly dial your dorm code in and tugging abby by her shirt in a tangle of limbs and saliva.
âiâll play nice,â you pant, âeven after that disappearing stunt you pulled last week.â
abby laughs, whispering, âwhoops,â under her breath before pulling you in for another dizzying kiss, tongue eagerly curling into your mouth like sheâs been waiting years for a taste.
you wrap your fingers around her hair with a tug, and the low groan that escapes from the back of abbyâs throat has you repeating the motion again and again as you veer her backwards to fall atop your bed. you follow, straddling her, not wanting to spend a second apart from the fucking drug that her mouth is.
your hips grind down on their own, burning and desperate for stimulation. abby, in return, wraps a strong hand around your throat, pulling you even deeper into a sloppy kiss to swallow your moans as she pushes her hips up to meet yours.
âfuck,â you gasp, clit catching against the seam of your shorts with every roll.
abbyâs mind has gone blurry with arousal, drunk off the satisfaction of finally getting what her bodyâs begged for. every pretty noise that slips out of your mouth sends pulses of pleasure straight through her bundle of nerves, and every touch of skin has her feeling set ablaze.
but as always, she needs more.
she maneuvers you easily under her big frame, your head tipping back in a soft whine as she latches herself onto your throat, biting and soothing your skin over.
sheâs lodged a leg in between your own, mimicking your position as she wildly bucks her hips down onto you. âplease,â she breathes out, tears welling in her eyes with how foreign this feeling is. she canât bring herself to care about how needy sheâs acting, because to starve, is to take anything.
âjust like that, baby, youâre soaking my thigh,â you coo, continuing to dry hump her leg like sheâs nothing but a toy to you. the whimper she lets out at the name you call her is downright criminal, and the way her movements pick up have you groaning it out again. âcâmon baby, make a mess of yourself for me,â you grab her meaty hips, grinding her harder down against you.
âgonna-â she gasps into your neck, before shuddering against you as she cums with a cry, muscular thighs holding you so desperately tight in place. you almost scream, caught in the iron grip she has your body in, stopped so close to your own finish. you dig your nails into the flesh of abbyâs hips, hearing her moan as the pain mixes with pleasure, and echo the sound yourself as the burning in your core starts up again.
âjust let me, for a minute- i need you- just stay here, shit,â you ramble, gripping her hair for leverage while you fuck yourself faster against her thigh.
every twitch of a muscle beneath your soaked pussy has you reeling, unable to wrap your mind around what a massive fucking crime it is, for another woman not to have experienced the absolute blessing it is to have abby andersonâs defined-ass thigh to grind on.
you glance down at abby, and the fucked-out expression she has on, all watery doe-eyed as she peers up at you, mesmerized, has you throbbing enough to match your heart rate.
curse after curse flies out of your mouth as she attaches her mouth to your neck again, biting down as you let go of that coil tugging on your navel.
abbyâs no sooner clambering atop you, diving in to taste your sounds as she scoops you onto her lap, practically growling, âfuckinâ get over here,â under her breath.
as your vision returns, she attacks your mouth with a sloppy kiss, colliding teeth, and youâre unbearably hungry for more.
âlet me- iâm gonna taste you,â you breath out, shoving abbyâs back down with a push.
she falls back with a soft thud, eyes not leaving you once. âplease, fuck- taste me, have me,â abby affirms, scrambling to tug her shorts off.
the massive soaked patch at the center her boxers have your eyes rolling into your skull. âshit, anderson,â you run a finger over her clothed slit, giggling as she jerks her hips up.
âshut up,â she rasps, her words harsh, but the small smile on her face says otherwise.
you grin up at her, âdidnât say anything,â before licking a fat stripe up her covered pussy.
her response is immediate, hands fisting into your hair to pull your mouth closer, actions the epitome of more, more, more.
you flatten your tongue, licking, and meshing her arousal with your saliva to entirely soak her boxers wet. you wrap your lips around where you guess to be her clit, based off the place her legs tremble when your tongue reaches it, and suck hard.
âthere,â abby whines out, back flying off the mattress, and youâre so very desperate to see what other fun reactions she has in store for you, you grab at her waistband to unveil her pretty dripping pussy.
up close, face to face, you get to really admire the work of art she is. the divets of muscle adorning her thighs frame her pussy almost in a greek-goddess sort of way. light brownish-blonde curls of hair that reach out to your mouth, trying to pull you in closer. sheâs beautiful. youâre in complete control of her right now, and holding the reins of such an unreal being has you groaning into her slick eagerly, hands holding her spread wide open while you feast.
youâre dipping your tongue into her sopping mess, teasing and thrusting, feeling her gummy walls flutter around every brush of the muscle. you dart a thumb up to circle her puffy clit, red, from her earlier actions, and the way abbyâs legs kick upâ almost hitting you in the face, has you giggling again into her pussy. the vibrations of your laugh make abby squeal, thighs clamping around your head, and then sheâs tugging at your hair, chanting, âstopstopstopstop,â and you, of course, oblige immediately.
your face comes up covered in her wetness, arousal dripping from your chin as you lick your lips in an halfhearted attempt to clean yourself up. âsorry, sorry, i- did you want me to stop?â you ramble, concerned that you mightâve gone a little too far this time, getting yourself involved with a taken straight girl.
abbyâs face flushes a deep red, even darker than it had been from your actions, as she catches her breath and looks away. âno, i- can you, uhm.â
you catch on to her hesitation, newer to sex thats more than just, well, dick. you rub her calves soothingly, âuse your words, baby, you got it.â
she visibly gulps, thighs pressing tight around your body, âcan i?â she asks, almost sulkily as her hands move to tug at your shorts.
âoh-!â slips out of your mouth, surprised, âyeah, yeah you can.â
she lets out a soft okay, tugging harder now, slipping her calloused fingers under your waistband as well so as to drag both down together. abbyâs groans, low and heady, at the sight of your glistening pussy, practically dripping down your thighs from just getting her off. âthis too,â she murmurs, sliding your tank off before you can blink.
sheâs pulling you in closer, as if sheâs in a trance, as she wraps her lips hesitantly around one of your perked nipples. the high-pitched sigh you let out is more than enough encouragement for her to continue, warm tongue flicking at it as she sucks around your breast. âis this okay?â she pulls away to whisper, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she looks up at you, eyes wide.
âfuck- yes, just,â you push her head back in, her lips abiding immediately as they gently pull at your nipple, teeth grazing the most sensitive parts of your chest as you arch your back into it, quiet moans ringing in her air.
all of a sudden youâre being turned around, confused, until your hips are being lifted up towards abbyâs stuck-out tongue and youâre shaking with your face pressed to her thigh while she experimentally kitten-licks around your hole, unknowingly teasing you.
her nose brushes ever-so-slightly over your pulsing clit as her tongue passes just over your dripping mess, and it has you crying out, âthere, please- right there, please,â breath hot over her own throbbing pussy.
her hips jerk up at the sensation, and you take the hintâ latching your lips around her own clit and stuffing two fingers easily into her hole, moaning at the feeling of her squeezing tight around you.
itâs no wonder abbyâs the top soldier of wlf. for a girl whoâs only ever been with the most lacking, vanilla man ever, she picks up fast. each action of yours is borderline self-serving, with the way abbyâs mimicking every move not even a moment after, so adorably eager to please.
abby had this insistent need to pull every pretty sound from you, whether she got it through grazing her teeth against your clit, or curling a thick finger against your g-spot, she was determined to hear itâ to the point where you thought she mightâve even needed it. and itâs what made sex with her so intoxicating.
she wasnât like any of the other girls you typically hooked up with, and thatâs not to say the girls you usually got with were bad to fuck⌠they just werenât as invested in your pleasure as you were with theirs. and as the type to get off on giving rather than receiving, this was especially new. youâve never been with someone like you. and god, does it take the cake.
abbyâs really coming to terms with all the ways she can use her especially large everythings to make you feel good, murmuring into your pussy, ââm fuckinâ splitting you open with my fingers, pretty,â as she pushes in a third finger to your sopping hole, relishing in the squelch that comes with the thrust.
your thighs shake around her head, stimulated beyond compare as you continue your ministrations on abbyâs pussy, humming mhms into it to encourage more of her bolder ventures.
âmm-fuck, can feel you choking my fingers. you gonna cum, hm?â she mumbles cockily, the high from your reactions sending her mind into a frenzy.
âshit, please, need it so bad,â you croak out, taking only mere seconds apart from tonguing down her puffy clit.
âah- god, me too, pretty. cum on my tongue,â she says, and the fucking vulgarity of it, so downright shocking to hear from ms. straight christian prude over here, has you riding your orgasm out, trembling heat overtaking your body like a california wildfire. matched moans come from beneath you, as abbyâs hips fuck up against your mouth, legs flexing deliciously as the two of you reach your peaks together, the world slowing.
you slide your body off of hers, turning around to be met with a sight to behold. your cum, all over abbyâs mouth, shining on the tip of her nose, remnants leaked onto her chinâ and you have not a doubt you look the same mess. you yank her into a sloppy kiss, fluids mixing in your mouths in the most animalistic nature.
âiâm not done with you,â you say, eyebrows scrunched as you take in her fucked-out expression.
âi know,â she whispers, âgive me more,â she breathes out.
abby slips out of her tank, finally, using the cloth to gently wipe your face and hers, action a bit too intimate for what you guys have, but neither of you decide to call out on it.
âyou gonna let me fuck you?â you ask quietly, running a hand over her chest softly, enamored, as abby shivers from your words.
âplease fuck me,â she whimpers, tone all pouty and petulant as she watches your hand trace ambiguous shapes over her skin.
âso polite,â you tease lightly, pulling her in for a brief kiss before reaching over to your bedside drawer and pulling out your favorite strap, just the one for the special girl in front of you.
8 inches, hot pink, with a slight curve to it, but most importantly, never been used on anyone other than yourself, by yourself.
âitâs so-â she stutters nervously, thighs rubbing together in anticipation as you secure the toy onto your hips.
âpretty?â you finish, unable to help your laugh as she looks at you, so clearly not thinking of your response.
âyeah,â she shrugs, âsuppose it is.â
itâs quiet in the room as you finish latching the silicone dick onto yourself, the two of you settling into the weight of your impulse-fueled actions.
you gently pull open her closed legs, settling yourself between them as you tease her entrance with the tip of the toy, covering it with her cum. you then spit down onto it, twisting your hand around to coat, and hear abby ask, âwhatâre you doing?â
you continue to prep the toy with easy motions, committed by memory, âi know youâre soaked, anderson, but itâs still a dick youâre taking, baby.â
âi just mean- i, you know,â
you hum, âowen doesnât put in the effort, huh? and i bet youâre not even a quarter as wet for him as you are for me,â scoffing.
âdonât-â
âitâs the truth though, isnât it?â
ââŚyeah.â
âthatâs what i thought.â
you thumb her clit in circles, using her slick as lube to rub over it smoothly, relishing in the way abbyâs head falls back and her hips jolt up. âthatâs it, ease up for me,â you murmur.
you prod again at her entrance with the toy, sliding the tip in slightly as she hisses, ââm sti-still sensitive.â
âand youâre gonna take it like the fuckinâ slut you are, anderson, arenât you?â you tsk, pushing a couple inches more into her.
âshit- yes, yes maâam,â she whimpers out, legs threatening to close from the new stretch.
âbecause even after all that time in the shower, nothing can fill you like i do,â you finish, thrusting the full length of you into her tight pussy, abby nodding repeatedly as her back arches up.
her moans pick up alongside your hips, voice breaking with every thrust as you push into that one sensitive spot deep inside with obvious expertise.
âso, s-so go-od,â she cries, hands gripping into the bedsheets as she searches for some tie back to reality.
you smirk satisfactorily, fast pace fueled by the sight of abbyâs open mouth, drool spilling out the sides as her voice grows hoarse from constant use. you fuck her hard, strength channeled from the anger you bore against her homophobic attitudes, and jealousy you garnered towards owen and his idiotic male self.
you lock your eyes with abby, sweat dripping down your face as you zero down on her, slamming into her pussy with no reprieve. âno more owen,â you say, each word punctuated by another deep thrust.
âthis is so wrong, this is so fucked,â abby rambles, nervous eyes darting around the room so as to avoid your gaze. her eyebrows are tugged together, head shaking no: but no to argue your words, or no to agree with them?
âhas something so wrong ever felt so good?â you pant out, âtell me baby.â
âi canât, i canât, i canât,â she repeats, torn between what felt right in her head, and what felt so right in her heart. âturn me over,â she babbled, not wanting to head-on face the fucking sin-filled act she was committing.
âyou tried running, baby. and howâd that work for you?â you ask, fed up. âyouâre still back here, a fucking mess, and all for me.â
âwhatâs it gonna take for you to face the fact that youâre getting fucked by a girl, and itâs so much better than anything youâve ever experienced?â
abbyâs eyes scrunch tight, trying to tune you out, but her moans still wrench out from the back of her throat, guttural and unstoppable.
you slide out finally, earning you a soft whine of disagreement, toy dripping with her slick with the tip pressed against her folds. âlook at me, abby.â
and fuck. sheâs never taken notice to the fact that youâve never said her name beforeâbut god does it sound so pretty coming out of your mouth. and god is it enough to make her wrestle her eyelids open and stare you dead in the eyes, blue clashing with the darkness you reeked in.
âsay that again,â she whispers, look full of pleading. 4 letters, 2 syllables, but it has her core tensing and her heart racing a mile.
âtell me youâre mine, abby,â you breath, and she almost finishes right there and then.
âiâm yours,â she says, a single tear breaking free from her right eye, baptizing her skin, absolving her of guilt.
âgood,â you choke out, bottoming entirely into her as she releases a cry. your movements quicken, ravenous, chasing the sweet whines that fill the room.
abbyâs tits bounce with each thrust, and you reach down to give her sensitive nipples a pinch, making her reach an all time new height of pleasure. her chest heaves, curses slur, as she squirms under your touch, nearing an unbearably overstimulated state.
âfeels- gonna cum,â she moans, barely holding on.
âcum for me,â you demand, needing to see her fall apart now more than ever as you pound into her harder, fingers rubbing harsh circles into her clit.
âs-shit,â she gasps, throwing her head back as her walls tighten around the toy, ââm- fuck, god- fuck! âm cumming!â
loud squelching noises overtake the room, complete with the sight of abby writhing beneath you as spurts of her juices drench your moving cock.
her chest heaves, mouth open in a silent scream as she comes down from her high, squirming with overstimulation.
you can see the moment her brain clicks, panic in her eyes clear as her skin turns pasty white.
âiâm so sorry i didnât mean to do that i donât know how-â
âabby.â
â-that happened ive never done that before, like who-â
âabby.â
â-fucking pisses on someone like that iâm so sorry ill clean it-â
âABBY.â
her eyes shoot up to meet yours, frame cowering as she mumbles a quiet apology again, so obviously uneducated in the realm of half-decent orgasms.
âyou squirted, abby, you didnât piss on me for christâs sake. it was hot. now donât worry about it, iâm very honored,â you chide lightly, cradling abbyâs heated face in your hand.
you stand up, grabbing a clean towel and wetting it with warm water from your kettle. striding over, you spread abbyâs legs lightly, running the towel gently over her worked-out center, breath hitching, hips jerking with your touch.
âwhy are you- you donât have to-â abby stutters, grabbing your wrist.
you pause, confused. âabby, iâm not a fucking dick, contrary to belief,â you scoff.
she doesnât let go. âno thatâs not what i- i didnât mean it like that, itâs just, you know.â she waits for you to look up at her, before looking away. âyou donât have to fuss over me.â
a laugh bubbles out of you before you can stop it. âyou mean owen doesnât-? yeah, who am i kidding, of fucking course he doesnât âdo aftercare,â god, what a dick!â you groan, facepalming.
âabby, baby, this is fucking normal. owen just sucks,â you smirk, her cheeks flushing at your words. âlet me take care of you,â you continue more softly, nudging her grip off as you drag the towel over her sternum next, cleaning off any remnants left from the two of you.
abbyâs quiet now, eyes following your every movement, curious almost, a bit hesitantâ as if sheâs not sure what to do with herself in the meanwhile. sheâs stiff to the touch, frame shrunken now due to the sheer vulnerability of it all. bare as the day she was born, and touched like sheâs never done wrong a minute in her life.
she doesnât know how to feel about it. wisps of hair tickle her nose, and so she scratches it, pushing her hair away, tugging it behind her ears. and youâre right there on it, wordlessly turning her around as you begin to comb through her hair loosely, pulling it into a simple braid. the same hairstyle she displays everyday, always done by her own hand: tight, knot-free, and burning into her scalp. a reminder to remain true to her virtues, live by strict rules, and not stray from the lordâs path.
but the way you braid is so different. youâre careful to tie in the tickling wisps, but not harsh. effective, but not pushing. with owen she feels like an accessory, but you make her feel like someone worth worshipping. and so, the only burning she feels is not on her scalp, but behind her eyes.
you do notice the subtle tremble in abbyâs shoulders, droplets trickling down her cheeks as you weave her hair through, but you make no comment on it. certainly not with the way your own hands fumble her golden strands, fingers shaking into the knots. you tie the end of it up.
âi should go,â abby whispers, standing to grab her scattered clothes.
you remain seated, mouth opening and closing like a fish, as your lips struggle to wrap around the words your heart is singing out for.
you settle on one.
âstay,â you blurt, louder than you intended, the word ringing in the tense air.
abby freezes, hand outstretched towards her tossed shirt. her head edged just the slightest bit towards you, like subconsciously, she was waiting for you to say something.
âjust- stay,â you whisper this time, more unsure. waiting for the rejection you know is to come. and while your brain is screaming for you to let her go, your eyes are hooked onto abbyâs figureâ searching intently for the smallest signal of her response.
you see her breath catch in her throat.
âokay,â she whispers back, and her head turns just enough for your gazes to lock, matched desperation surging.
sheâs drawn back to the bed like a magnet pulled to its twin, the mattress dipping as she settles in the space beside you.
and abby feels the heat of your drilling stare, one she refuses to return. she has no more fire left in her, not for you, just contemplation. a longing for more, an urge to savor, an ache to feel.
so abby faces the door, and you face her back, waiting for the day sheâll turn around.
so what did we think guys?!?? this was 4.7k words. crazy.
ok. so notice the tear coming from her right eye during that whole end part of the sex. note that it came from her RIGHT eye. scientifically speaking, thatâs a tear of joy. BOOOOOOM MIC DROP.
i, unfortunately, shot for the stars and tried to make this deeper. hard to do that when youâre not in touch with your emotions. so now you guys are stuck being confused. good luck!
anyways. the final scene is supposed to represent where they metaphorically stand in their relationship. reader is trying to bond with abby, or at least making an effort to, hence her facing abby. abby canât come to terms with all this, but sheâs trying! sheâs not fully accepted the homosexual part of herself though, the side that comes out with reader, so sheâs facing the door. FACING IT, not leaving through it. ;)
also, yes, owen goes in dry. itâs canon. do not come at me.
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pairing â scaramouche x fem!reader
content warnings â nsfw content ahead. unprotected sex. hate fuck. rough sex. slapping. spanking. degradation + praising. overstimulation. nipple sucking. creampie. hair pulling. marking. riding. mating press. prone bone. "whore, slut, baby"
note .á HEYYY so like... it's been a while, yes? 3 months since my last post, how is everyone? i made this yesterday randomly at 3am and didn't really feel like posting it on the new blog (that is still in progress) also I AM SO SORRY if this is in any way bad?? i'm so rusty... i haven't written in so long but gosh it felt nice to finish a work and i thought it would be a good idea to put it here just because i felt like it akbsuwhs the plot is kinda all over the place i have no ideaâanyway, if i missed anything in the warnings, please let me know! i hope you guys will enjoy reading this âĄ
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the sight of you riding him was the last thing he expected to enjoy seeing. the way your face has pleasure written all over it, your breasts bouncing with each move your hips make, body trembling from the feeling, and most especially, the way you moaned so lewdly.
he loved it, yet hated you.
he hated your cocky and annoying attitude, always teasing and defying him no matter when or where you were. why do you always think you're better than him? you never will be. well... at least that's what he thinks.
putting you in your place was always the one thing he wanted to do. but as much as he wanted to do so out of anger, the hidden sexual tension between you was no joke. he couldn't avoid it.
he wants to slap you, punch you, hit you in some way. but at the same time he feels like pounding you, pushing your face down into the bed, shutting you up with his fingers in your mouth. no matter how much he thinks you're the absolute worst, he can't deny how attractive you are. and it just fuels his desires even more.
his eyes dart down to watch the way his cock disappears into your pussy, smirking to himself, "such a filthy slut. you take me so well, don't you?" hand reaching behind to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling it back, exposing your neck to him. he doesn't hesitate to lean it and mark you as his.
moving down, he sees your hardened nipples from arousal. his lips wrap around the sensitive area and gently suck on one, tongue flicking on it every now and then. he pulls away and finally lets go of your hair. hands going over to grip your hips now before he spoke up, "getting tired already? gosh, you're weaker than i thought."
you shake your head, about to respond but he doesn't let you. two fingers suddenly filling your mouth, "don't even think of speaking," he whispers and lays you down on your back, "i'm gonna fuck you hard, and you'll take it like a good girl, won't you?"
a red hue spreads across your face. speechless, you nod silently. he smirks and playfully spanks your ass, "atta girl." in one thrust, he fills you up completely. grabbing your legs and bringing them up to your chest. his cock is way deeper inside you in this position and he knows that very well.
capturing your lips in a rough kiss, he began to thrust in and out of you, slow in pace but definitely powerful. gradually getting faster, wilder, with each passing second. your hands come up around your legs to hold them in place, spreading yourself for him.
finally pulling away from the kiss, you try to catch your breath but moans flow out of your lips one after another. to add to it all, he brings his thumb down to rub your clit. it was visible from your body language that you were close to an orgasm. so close.
"you gonna cum around my cock like a good whore, baby?" he chuckles. his other hand comes up to your face, playfully slapping you, "i've always wanted to do that since you're so damn annoying." narrowing his eyes, he glares down at you.
"as if you aren't as well!?" you exclaim back, but it failsâhe pinches your clit, drawing out a lewd cry from you. "be quiet and i'll let you cum. come on." you look up at him and make eye contact. he isn't moving anymore, his cock just buried deep inside you. the moment is rather intimate, or so you thought.
"fuck you, scaraâ"
"you're doing just that and you're still complaining?"
you glare up at him, giving up and letting your head fall back onto the soft pillows, "just fuck me already, fucking hell." you unexpectedly say. he smiles, "gladly."
before you could even register anything else, he was already pounding into you. rough, hard, and fast. giving your clit a sufficient amount of attention as well. all of it was completely overwhelming and all you could do was scream out his name as you came around him. gripping the sheets so tight that your knuckles turned white, your whole body shaking.
"fuckâso good... you feel so fucking good squeezing my cock like that, baby." he groans before finishing inside you. keeping himself in place for a while as he calmed himself down before pulling out gently. he silently watches as your body continues to tremble. scaramouche sighs and gently stimulates your clit, "aww, shh... there there..." the gesture causes you to get overstimulated rather than soothed.
"i'm still hard, just so you know." his voice low as a whisper. "let me just..." flipping you over, he puts you on your hands and knees, entering you from behind and making your body weakly fall flat on the bed. he sighs and just gets on top of you, pushing himself back deep into your wetness.
his bare chest to your back, your body quivering beneath him as he began to thrust into you again. starting at a slow pace that gradually got faster, fucking you properly. leaning down, he whispers right into your ear, "such a perfect cunt you've got, huh?"
you're already so close. the head of his cock brushing over your g-spot every now and then. his body trapping you under him, leaving you with no choice but to take what he gave. drool was already seeping from out of the corner of your mouth from how long you've had your lips apart, occupied in moaning his name over and over again.
as much as he despised you, he could never even think of denying how much he adored the fucked out state you were in. all because of him.
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Legends Never Die
Carlos Sainz x Senna!Reader
Summary: sometimes the hole in your heart left behind by the passing of your father becomes almost too much to bear, but Carlos and his family never fail to ease the ache
Brazilian Grand Prix, 2023
The roar of the crowd is deafening as you step out onto the podium at Interlagos after winning your home race â the Brazilian Grand Prix â for McLaren.
You wave to the sea of fans, trying to keep your emotions in check. But itâs impossible. Everywhere you look there are reminders of your father.
Fans wave Brazilian flags emblazoned with his iconic yellow and green helmet. Others wear t-shirts bearing his name and race number. Signs reading âSenna Foreverâ make your chest tighten.
Heâs everywhere ⌠except where you need him most. In your memories.
You were just a baby when he died in that fateful accident at Imola in 1994. You only know the sound of his voice through crackling video footage, his infectious smile from yellowing photographs. But you donât actually remember him. Your own father, the man whose immense legacy you carry on your shoulders each time you slide into the cockpit of a Formula 1 car.
By the time the national anthem plays and the champagne corks pop, you can barely see through the tears welling in your eyes. You blink them back rapidly, hoping the cameras donât pick up on your emotional state. As soon as the ceremony ends, you practically run off the podium, heading straight for the sanctuary of your driverâs room.
You barely make it through the door before the sobs start wracking your body. You sink down onto the couch, drawing your knees up and burying your face in your hands as the tears flow freely.
How can you feel so alone when surrounded by so many who loved him?
A soft knock at the door cuts through your cries. You know immediately who it is without having to ask.
âCome in,â you manage to choke out, swiping at the dampness on your cheeks.
The door opens and thereâs Carlos, looking concerned but unsurprised to find you in this state. Of course he knows. By now, he can likely sense when these waves of emotion are about to crash over you.
Carlos crosses the room and settles onto the couch, gathering you into his arms. You immediately curl against his chest, comforted by his familiar warmth and scent. One of his hands comes up to soothingly stroke your hair as the other rubs circles across your back.
âLet it out, mi amor,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. âIâm here.â
The gentleness in his voice is your undoing. You let out a gasping sob, tears soaking through the material of his firesuit as you finally allow yourself to unravel completely in his embrace.
âI-I donât remember him,â you hiccup between harsh breaths. âI w-won my home race and all I could see out there were ghosts. He was everywhere b-but in my own mind!â
âShh, I know,â Carlos soothes, rubbing your back. âI know it hurts, mi vida. But heâs here.â He places his palm over your heart. âYour dad lives in here, just like you live in his.â
You lift your head, seeking out his warm brown eyes through your tear-blurred vision. âHow can you be so sure? I donât have a single first-hand memory of him. I know Ayrton Senna the legend, but not my own father.â
A small, sad smile tugs at the corner of Carlosâs lips. âBecause thatâs how it is for all of us who didnât get the chance to really know him.â His thumb brushes away a stray tear trailing down your cheek. âWe keep him alive in our hearts through the way he inspired us, the lives he touched without ever realizing it. And for you ...â His expression turns amazed, eyes shining with an emotion you canât quite place. âFor you, heâs here.â He runs his hands over the sides of your body, splaying his fingers wide. âA part of him lives on, in you and through you each time you drive. You embody everything he represented behind the wheel â passion, adrenaline, an unquenchable desire to be the best. Thatâs your fatherâs legacy beating within you.â
You stare at him, trying to make sense of the jumbled tempest of feelings swirling inside you. Part of you wants to protest, to insist your longing for a tangible connection to your father canât be satisfied by philosophical musing.
And yet ⌠Carlosâ words reverberate within you, striking a chord. You think of the split-second decision making, the fearless way you attack corners, your refusal to ever give any less than your full effort.
Those are all traits youâve been told time and time again you inherited from Ayrton. And maybe Carlos is right â maybe that is how youâll know him best in this life.
Slowly, you reach up to cradle Carlosâ face in your palms, searching his caring gaze. âHow did I get so lucky?â You whisper, a few rogue tears spilling over. âTo have someone who understands me, understands this hole in my life, and loves me enough to fill it as best he can?â
The look of utter adoration on Carlosâ face steals your breath. Gently, he leans in to capture your lips in the softest, sweetest of kisses. The tenderness, the depth of emotion in that one simple gesture is enough to make your knees go weak.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours. âIâm the lucky one, mi amor,â he murmurs, the words ghosting across your lips. âTo be loved by you ...â He shakes his head slowly in seeming awe of you. âYou make me feel blessed every day just by letting me share in your existence.â
You let out a watery laugh, rolling your eyes but unable to fight the giddy smile blooming across your face. Trust Carlos to somehow make you feel like the luckiest, most special person in the world after youâve just spent who knows how long crying on his shoulder.
âYou big sap,â you tease, booping him on the nose. You search his expression, your chest filling with warmth at the laughter lines crinkling around his eyes. âI love you, you know that right?â
The words hang there, heavy and significant. You realize youâve never actually said them before, not with such simple yet loaded sincerity.
From the look of surprise and unbridled joy that overtakes Carlosâ features, he realizes it too. His hands come up to cradle your face, fingers threading through your hair as he holds you tenderly.
âMi alma ...â he breathes out reverently. âTe amo, mi vida. I love you with all my heart.â
The depth of emotion in his voice, the Spanish words of love and adoration tumbling from his lips, itâs all too much. You surge forward, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss as the last of your tears, these born of happiness and love rather than sorrow, streak down your cheeks.
Carlos kisses you back with an intensity that leaves you lightheaded. His fingers tighten almost possessively in your hair as the kiss deepens, growing more heated and passionate. Youâre vaguely aware of him shifting until youâre nearly in his lap, bodies aligned and thrumming with a very different kind of electricity than youâre used to on the track.
Eventually, the need for air becomes too insistent to ignore. You break apart, both of you panting heavily. Carlosâ lips are red and swollen, his pupils blown wide. He looks like a man thoroughly ravished.
You canât help the impish grin. âSo I take it you feel the same way?â
His laugh is low and gravelly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. âOh mi amor ...â he rumbles, nuzzling his nose against yours. âYou have no idea.â
You bite your lip, about to suggest taking this celebration elsewhere more private. But a new thought suddenly occurs, giving you pause. Slowly, almost shyly, you meet his heated gaze.
âCarlos ⌠do you really think he would be proud of me?â The uncertainty in your voice is painfully obvious. âMy father, I mean. You think heâs ...â You swallow hard. âYou think heâs watching over me and approving of the person Iâve become?â
The seriousness of your question douses some of the blazing desire in Carlosâ eyes. But itâs quickly replaced by a look of such fierce conviction, such affection for you, it makes your breath catch.
âCariĂąo,â he begins, voice thick with emotion as he tucks an errant strand of hair behind your ear. âYour father was the embodiment of passion and integrity in the pursuit of greatness. On the track, he gave everything. He put his heart and soul into being the best driver, the best competitor he could be. And thatâs exactly what I see when I watch you race.â
Carlos leans in, resting his forehead against yours as his fingers tenderly trace the line of your jaw. âYou drive with the same fire, the same refusal to let anything less than your full ability shine through. And off the track?â He lets out a soft huff of laughter, eyes crinkling at the corners. âWell, letâs just say the determination, the sheer force of will I see in you would make any parent proud.â
You bite your lip, struggling against the swell of emotion building in your chest at his words. âReally? You donât think heâd be ⌠disappointed? That Iâm not living up to his legacy or-â
âHey.â Carlos cuts you off firmly, holding your gaze. âYour father didnât just leave a legacy of winning championships or setting records, mi amor. He left a legacy of spirit. Of personality. Of being a loving, passionate human being who inspired millions.â His thumb strokes along your cheekbone as his eyes shine with complete sincerity. âAnd let me tell you â in that way? You are so perfectly your fatherâs daughter itâs unreal.â
The tears that have been threatening finally spill over, but this time they are born of relief, of love and reassurance. You manage a watery smile, curling your hand around the back of Carlosâ neck to pull him close until your foreheads touch.
âThank you,â you whisper fervently. âFor understanding. For loving me through the shadows and the ghosts. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
His arms tighten around you, holding you flush against his body in an embrace filled with devotion. âWell, youâll never have to find out,â he murmurs lowly, lips brushing tantalizingly against the sensitive skin just below your ear. âIâm not going anywhere. Youâre stuck with me.â
A delighted shiver runs through you at his tone, at the deliciously possessive edge to his promise. Shifting in his lap, you capture his lips in a searing kiss filled with all the love, the passion, the longing youâve been holding at bay.
Carlos responds with equal fervor, one hand burying in your hair while the other maps searing paths across your back, your sides, pulling you ever closer until thereâs no space between your bodies. The room seems to simultaneously tilt and burn away until there is only the two of you, tangled together in a heated spiral of want and need.
At some point, you become vaguely aware of Carlos rising to his feet, your legs winding instinctively around his waist as he lifts you effortlessly. Your back presses against the nearest wall and you moan softly into his mouth at the delicious friction. His hands are everywhere, stoking the fire burning through your veins with every scorching caress.
Finally, and reluctantly, you pull your lips from his with a gasp. âCarlos ⌠if we donât get out of here soon, I canât be held responsible for what might happen.â
He grins wolfishly at you, pupils blown wide with desire. âIs that a promise, mi amor?â His voice is low, gravelly, and sends sparks of pure hunger fluttering through your stomach.
Holding his heated gaze, you slowly drag your nails down the back of his neck in a deliberate tease, relishing the way his eyes darken even further. âTake me home, Carlos,â you purr, leaning in to brush your lips against his once more. âAnd Iâll show you just how promising I can be.â
His response is to capture your mouth in another bruising kiss, pressing you harder against the wall as a growl rumbles up from deep in his chest. Then, without warning, heâs turning and striding towards the door, carrying you easily as your legs remain locked around his waist.
Breathless with wanting, you finally pull away as he reaches for the doorknob, laughing softly. âI see someoneâs eager.â
Carlosâs eyes gleam with pure, undisguised hunger as he looks at you over his shoulder. âFor you, mi alma?â He leans in, lips hovering tantalizingly close as his beard brushes your tingling skin. âAlways.â
With that, heâs swinging the door open and striding out into the hallway, completely uncaring of who might see. His focus, his entire world, is solely on you in this moment. Just as yours is on him.
As the adrenaline of victory fades and the ache of longing for your absent father eases into a dull, familiar ache, youâre reminded once more of the incredible gift youâve been given.
Carlosâ love, his understanding and acceptance of every broken, yearning part of you is a blessing. One you vow never to take for granted.
Winding your arms securely around his neck, you let yourself get lost in the heat of his gaze, the depth of emotion shining there. And you realize â with him, you donât feel so alone.
Even if your father isnât here in person, some piece of him does live on. Not in memories or old recordings. But in the love you hold in your heart. The love you pour into everything you do, every dream you dare to chase. The love that connects you to Carlos so wholly.
Maybe, just maybe, your father is prouder than either of you can fathom as he watches the remarkable life youâve created together unfold.
Smiling softly, you lean in to feather a kiss along the sharp line of Carlosâ jaw, breathing in his familiar scent.
âTake me home, meu amor.â
Australian Grand Prix, 2024
The podium ceremony is pure pandemonium. Carlos stands on the top step, beaming and cheering, having just claimed his first win of the new season. Youâre on the second step beside him, arm raised in celebration of your own P2 finish. The energy from the crowd is electric, filling your veins with the same adrenaline rush as when you crossed the finish line.
You should be deliriously happy. Scoring such a strong result alongside your boyfriend at the third race is the dream start to your championship chase. And yet ⌠something feels off. A strange melancholy tugs at the corner of your heart even as the champagne sprays and camera flashes bombard you from all angles.
Then you spot him â Carlosâ father, beaming at his son from the front of the crowd gathered below the podium. His chest is puffed out with undisguised pride, eyes crinkled at the corners behind his designer shades.
As you watch, father and sonâs gazes meet and lock, and the sheer depth of emotion in that one look breaks something inside you.
Oh.
Thatâs whatâs missing.
The realization hits you like a punch to the gut, stealing your breath. You barely register the Spanish national anthem playing as your eyes stay glued to the tender scene before you.
Carlos shooting his father a brilliant grin, chin dipping in acknowledgment of the pride shining through. Carlos Sr.âs face split by the biggest smile youâve ever seen him wear. Itâs such a simple gesture, but one utterly steeped in parental pride.
You should look away before it gets to be too much, but some masochistic part of you canât tear your gaze from the heartwarming display. Seeing that effortless bond between father and son, witnessing their silent communication and affection laden with years of inside jokes and childhood memories ⌠it awakens a hollow ache, one youâre terribly familiar with.
By the time the ceremony finally winds down, hot tears are stinging your eyes. You blink rapidly, ducking your head in hopes that the dark tint of your sunglasses conceals your fragile state. But of course, Carlos notices immediately.
He pauses mid-celebration, halfway through accepting some prize filled with the event sponsorâs product. Frowning, he leans in close under the pretense of thanking you for pushing him all the way. âMi alma? Whatâs wrong?â
You nearly choke on your own breath at the naked concern in his voice. Trust Carlos to pick up on your inner turmoil even in the middle of what should be an incredibly joyous occasion. Steeling yourself, you manage a smile that you hope passes as genuine.
âNothing, Iâm just ...â Your excuse dies in your throat as you look past him towards the crowd once more.
Carlos Sr. is shouldering his way through the mass of staff and media, pushing towards his son. Heâs waving and grinning from ear to ear as Carlos straightens up, delight overtaking his features. The second the older Sainzâs feet cross the barriers, Carlos drops everything and bounds over, hauling his father into a tight embrace.
They laugh and cheer as Carlos pumps a victorious fist in the air, the other arm wrapped securely around Carlos Sr. You canât hear what theyâre saying over the noise of the crowd, but it doesnât matter. Their body language says it all.
Pride. Joy. Celebration. A bond forged in the fires of hardship and sacrifice, of a lifetime pursuing the most elite level of a deadly sport.
Father and son, reveling together in the sweetness of hard-earned success.
Your throat constricts painfully as you watch them, your own arms wrapping protectively around your middle. How many times had you dreamed of recreating this exact moment as a young girl? Crossing the chequered line in first place, only to be swept up in a boundless hug by a beaming, triumphant father?
You remember pretending with your childhood race cars, standing on an overturned bucket that served as your make-believe podium. Youâd mimic the anthems and champagne sprays, then launch yourself off the âtop stepâ and into the arms of an imaginary Ayrton, dreaming about what it would feel like to bury your face in his shoulder as he swung you around, both of you dissolving into happy laughter as you celebrated together.
Of course, those were only childish fantasies even then. By the time you were old enough to understand racing, to grasp what your father did and meant to the world, he was already long gone. You never got the chance to make those podium daydreams a reality.
And you never would.
The harsh truth is like a bucket of ice water over your head. Youâre vaguely aware of your sunglasses slipping down your nose as your eyes burn with unshed tears. Angrily, you blink them back, steeling your jaw.
Now is not the time.
You plaster on the brightest smile you can muster as Carlos and his father turn back towards you. Throwing propriety to the wind, Carlos Sr. comes up to engulf you in a tight hug, the scratch of barely-there stubble rasping against your cheek.
âAnother stellar drive, mariposa,â he praises in his thick, warm accent as Carlos laughs in delight beside you. âKeeping this one on his toes, I see.â
Despite your fragile emotional state, you canât help but grin at his spirit and affection. âAlways,â you reply, squeezing him back firmly before pulling away to make room for Carlos.
Almost automatically, you take a step back to give them space. You have no wish to intrude on what should be their private moment together. And sure enough, no sooner have you retreated than Carlos is wrapping his arm around his fatherâs shoulders, guiding him towards the edge of the pit lane where Ferrari representatives are waiting.
You hang back, a sad smile playing across your lips as you watch them go. All the teasing and laughing, the play-fights and unbreakable bonds of family you wish you could have experienced for yourself play out in vivid detail before your eyes.
Off to the side, almost like an afterthought despite your place right beside him on the podium. Just ⌠watching.
Slowly, you turn away, the roar of the fans and celebrations fading into the distance as you head up the ramp to the McLaren motorhome.
A thousand wistful memories drift through your mind. Muted footage of you as a newborn cradled in your fatherâs arms, grinning up at him in pure innocence and adoration. Photos of Ayrton gazing down at his infant daughter with a look of such unconditional love that it breaks you all over again.
No matter how many trophies you win or records you break, that will always be the one achievement he never had the chance to witness. Youâll never experience a fatherâs unadulterated pride at his childâs success.
Your breath hitches as you finally reach the solitude of your private room, sinking onto the plush sofa as the tears begin rolling in earnest. Who are you kidding? As much as Carlos and his family envelop you in their warmth, as much as you are unquestionably part of their clan now ⌠there is always going to be an empty space in your heart where a fatherâs love should be.
You bury your face in your hands, ignoring the wet streaks smearing across your knuckles as you try in vain to compose yourself. You canât be like this, falling apart every time. Carlos deserves to revel in one of the greatest wins of his career. He shouldnât have to devote energy to consoling you, not after a spectacular drive like that.
A soft knock at the door startles you. Swiping hastily at your cheeks, you suck in a shuddering breath and call out. âCome in.â
The door opens, and of course, itâs Carlos. Because even in the midst of unbridled jubilation, he senses your inner turmoil. He steps inside, the happiness draining from his expression as he takes in your blotchy complexion and reddened eyes.
âMi amor,â he breathes, crossing to you in two quick strides and gathering you into his arms. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his sweat-damp race suit as he rubs soothing circles across your back. âTalk to me, cariĂąo. Whatâs got you so upset, hmm?â
You want to explain, but the words stick in your throat. Instead, you simply shake your head, a few errant tears slipping free to wet the material covering his shoulder. Carlos doesnât push, just holds you close and lets you cry it out against him.
Eventually, you find your voice, thick with emotion. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to ruin your celebration like this. You should be out there enjoying your win, not consoling your mess of a girlfriend.â
âHey now,â he chides gently, tipping your chin up to meet his concerned gaze. âNone of that, mi alma. Your feelings are never something to apologize for.â His thumb brushes away a stray tear from your cheek. âI know today was ⌠difficult. Seeing me with my dad, it brought up a lot of old hurts, didnât it?â
You let out a watery chuckle, amazed as always by his intuition when it comes to your innermost struggles. âAm I that obvious?â
âOnly to someone who knows and loves every facet of you,â he replies simply, stroking your hair back from your forehead. âWill you tell me? Let me in on what youâre feeling so I can try to understand?â
Taking a shuddering breath, you nod and disentangle yourself enough to sit beside him on the couch. You keep one of his hands linked with yours, anchoring you as you gather your thoughts. âItâs just ⌠out there on the podium, when I saw you and your dad together ...â You pause, blinking rapidly against a fresh swell of tears. âIt reminded me all over again of what Iâm missing. What Iâll never get to have.â
Carlosâ expression softens with understanding and he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, silently urging you to continue. You draw strength from his presence beside you.
âYou two have this ⌠bond. This connection, like youâre the only ones who truly understand each otherâs perspectives. And Iâm envious, Carlos. So envious of the lifetime of love and memories that exists just in the silent communication between you.â You let out a mirthless chuckle, swiping at the dampness on your cheeks. âGod, that sounds so pathetic when I say it out loud.â
âNo, mi vida.â Carlos is firm, his eyes shining with sincerity. âNot pathetic at all. Youâre allowed to feel that longing, that sadness over being deprived of something so integral.â His free hand comes up to cradle your jaw, calloused thumb stroking along your cheekbone. âYou miss your dad. You mourn not having that relationship in your life. Those are entirely valid feelings to have, especially on days like this when I got to share my joy with my own father.â
You lean into his touch, fresh tears spilling over at his words as your breath hitches. âItâs like ⌠no matter what I accomplish, no matter how successful I become, there will always be this hole.â Your hand comes up to clasp his wrist, holding him close. âBecause he never got to see it. He never got to be that person cheering me on, taking pride in my achievements. Instead, Iâm left imagining what it would be like, watching you and your dad and aching for something I canât have.â
Carlosâ eyes turn molten, brimming with empathy and sorrow for your pain. Slowly, he guides you forward until your foreheads are pressed together, his breath fanning across your lips.
âMi amor ⌠I canât replace what youâve lost, or take away that regret and heartache. All I can do is promise to spend every day showing you how proud I am of you.â His fingers thread through your hair, cradling your head tenderly. âYou are the strongest, bravest, most amazing woman I have ever known. Watching you out on the track, giving everything you have with that same fire and spirit as your father ⌠words canât express how awestruck I am. How honored I feel to witness your brilliance and passion race after race.â
You suck in a sharp breath at the reverent tone in his voice, fresh tears streaking down your cheeks at the depth of feeling behind his words. Carlos tugs you even closer until thereâs no space between your bodies, until youâre sharing the same air in an intimate embrace.
âI only wish he could see you the way I do,â he murmurs, lips brushing yours with each word. âI wish he was here to feel the immense pride and adoration I feel every single time you leave me breathless behind the wheel.â A tender, lingering kiss punctuates his words. âYou are your fatherâs greatest legacy, mi alma. And I will spend every day showing you that, if youâll let me.â
A choked whimper escapes your lips as you surge forward, capturing Carlosâ mouth in a searing, fevered kiss. You pour every ounce of overwhelmed emotion, every bit of ardor and heartache and gratitude into the heated glide of your lips against his. His arms band around you like steel cables, holding you impossibly close as the kiss turns bruising, desperate, all-consuming.
When you finally pull apart, youâre both panting harshly. Carlosâ pupils are blown wide, lips red and swollen and thoroughly kissed. He stares at you with such naked adoration, such devotion, that it steals what little breath you have left.
âThank you,â you rasp, cradling his face in your trembling hands. âThank you for loving me so completely. Despite all my broken pieces, you see me at my core and still chose me.â
He leans into your touch, lips brushing your palm. âThere is nothing to thank me for, mi amor. You are the sun, Iâm merely lucky enough to orbit you and bask in your warmth.â He places another soft, lingering kiss to your wrist, right over your thundering pulse. âI am yours, corazĂłn. Every piece of me, for every piece of you. Never doubt that.â
A fresh wave of emotion rises up, this one filled with pure, dizzying love and affection for the incredible man kneeling before you. Pulling him up, you simply hold him for a long moment, relishing his solid strength surrounding you in the protective circle of his arms.
Here, in his embrace, the ache of your fatherâs absence dulls to a faded echo in the corners of your heart. Here, you can breathe easy, reassured and loved down to your very core.
Eventually, the sounds of celebration filter in through the door â your team must be getting restless waiting for their driver. Carlos seems to hear it too, huffing out a quiet chuckle against your hairline.
âWe should get out there, hmm? Before both of our teams send a search party for their drivers.â
You nod, but make no move to disentangle yourself, soaking up his warmth and steady presence for a few more selfish moments.
When you do finally pull away, there are fresh tear tracks on your cheeks but also a peaceful smile gracing your lips. Reverently, you run your fingers through the sweat-damp curls at Carlosâ temples as his eyes flutter closed, savoring your touch.
âI love you,â you murmur, the words seeming impossibly inadequate to convey the depth of feeling they represent. âEndlessly, meu amado.â
Carlosâ gaze when he opens his eyes practically glows with emotion, pure elation and adoration radiating from his expression. âAs I love you, mi alma,â he husks, stealing one more searingly tender kiss. âAlways.â
With twin smiles and your hands linked tightly, you exit the room together into the raucous cheers and celebrations. Outside, you can see Carlos Sr. surrounded by a sea of red, laughing and beaming with incomparable pride and joy at his sonâs success. Your breath catches when he spots the two of you emerging, arms flinging wide.
âThere are my superstars! VĂĄmonos, we have a victory to toast!â
As Carlos tugs you forward into the chaos, his father enveloping you both in a crushing embrace and peppering your cheeks with scratchy kisses, you feel a sense of peace settle over you.
Yes, there will always be an absence where your father should have been, a hollow space in your heart shaped perfectly to his memory. But youâll never truly be alone.
Not with Carlos beside you every step of the way. Not with his familyâs boundless love and affection enveloping you, treating you as their own daughter. They are the salve for when that empty ache becomes too much to bear.
So you let yourself sink into the celebration, into the warmth of the Sainz clan and the sheer euphoria of your personal success. As long as Carlos keeps chasing his passion with the same fanatical devotion as his father ⌠as long as you chase your own with every ounce of vigor and spirit that your father passed down through shared blood ⌠then Ayrton will never stop watching over you both with immeasurable pride and a heart overflowing with love.
And for now, for today, that will simply have to be enough.
Days Before the Miami Grand Prix, 2024
The Miami sun sinks lower in the sky, bathing the hotel balcony in a warm orange glow. You lean against the railing, staring unseeingly at the cruise ships dotting the horizon. Your eyes are glassy, your mind a million miles away.
Itâs been thirty years to the day since your fatherâs life was snatched away. Thirty years of living in his immense shadow, constantly reminded of the racing legend you never truly knew.
Your phone buzzes incessantly in your pocket, a steady stream of texts and calls offering condolences. Old acquaintances you havenât spoken to in years, suddenly reaching out on this morbid anniversary.
What can you possibly say that the world doesnât already know? That they havenât already dissected and analyzed a million times over?
The harsh truth is that so many strangers have more vivid memories of Ayrton Senna than his own daughter. Itâs a sobering reality, one that reopens that wound all over again every May 1st.
You feel numb, gutted, emptied out.
âAmor?â The familiar voice pulls you from your reverie. You turn to find Carlos staring at you with soft concern in his warm brown eyes. âAre you alright?â
You try for a reassuring smile, but it feels stale on your lips. âIâm fine, just ⌠thinking.â
He sees right through you, the way he always does. Crossing the balcony, he wraps his arms around you from behind, his chin resting atop your head. You lean back into his solid embrace, drawing comfort from his presence.
âYou know you donât have to put on a brave face for me, right?â He murmurs against your hair. âNot today.â
You let out a shuddering breath, blinking back the sting of tears. âI know. Itâs just ⌠it never gets any easier, you know? All these years later and the wound still feels fresh.â
His arms tighten around you. âIâm so sorry, mi amor. I wish I could take the pain away.â
âYou help more than you know, just by being here,â you reply thickly. A tremulous smile curves your lips as you cover his hands with yours. âThank you for putting up with my melancholy every year.â
âYou never have to thank me for that,â he says fiercely. âIâll always be here for you, no matter what.â
The sound of the balcony door opening draws your attention as Carlos Sr. steps out onto the balcony, his eyes kind but assessing as he takes in the two of you embracing.
âAh, lo siento,â he says apologetically. âI did not mean to intrude on a private moment.â
âNo, no, youâre not intruding,â you assure him, reluctantly extracting yourself from Carlosâ arms. You turn to face his father, subtly wiping at your damp eyes. âWhatâs going on?â
Carlos Sr. hesitates, shooting his son a questioning look. Carlos nods almost imperceptibly.
âActually, hijo, do you mind if I borrow Y/N for a few minutes?â Carlosâ father asks. âHombre a hombre, as they say.â
Your brows knit in confusion, but Carlos just smiles faintly and drops a kiss on your temple. âOf course. Iâll be inside whenever youâre ready, mi vida.â
With a final squeeze of your hand, he disappears back into the suite, leaving you alone with his father on the balcony. The older Sainz settles into one of the plush lounge chairs with a slight groan.
âPlease, join an old man,â he says, patting the chair beside him. You hesitate briefly before sinking into the indicated seat. An awkward silence stretches between you both.
âYouâll have to forgive me,â Carlosâ father begins at last. âI am not usually at such a loss for words. But I find myself struggling to know what to say on a day like today.â
You manage a watery chuckle. âTrust me, youâre not the only one at a loss. I donât even know what to say to myself half the time.â
He regards you with such tender understanding that it steals your breath away. âMy dear girl, you have carried such a heavy burden on those young shoulders for far too long. No child should have to grow up in the shadow of tragedy the way you have.â
Tears well up anew in your eyes. âI just ⌠I wish I could remember him, you know? Really remember him, not just what Iâve seen in videos or heard in interviews. It feels so unfair that the whole world has vibrant memories of who he was, but Iâm just ⌠left with echoes and fragments of a man I never truly knew.â
Carlos Sr.âs eyes glisten with empathy as he reaches over to take your hand, enveloping it in his calloused grip. âListen to me, mija. While I cannot begin to understand the depth of your loss, I do know this â it is never strange to mourn someone you loved, even if you cannot recall the time you spent together.â
His words are like a soothing balm on the ragged wound of your heart. You squeeze his hand fiercely, struggling to keep your composure as he continues.
âYour father was ...â He pauses, seeming to carefully weigh his next words. âYour father was an incredible man, one who touched countless lives all over the world. But to you, he was simply your father. And that bond, that love between a parent and child, transcends memory. It lives on in here.â He taps his heart with his free hand. âIn a way that no amount of biographies or documentaries could ever capture.â
The tears spill over, streaking down your cheeks. You make no effort to stop them this time. Carlosâ father merely watches you with infinite tenderness, his thumb brushing soothingly over your knuckles.
âI know I cannot replace the father you lost,â he continues softly. âNor would I ever try. But I hope you know that our family ⌠we love you as one of our own, mija. You will always have a home and a family with us, for as long as you desire it.â
A broken sound escapes your throat and Carlos Sr. immediately rises from his chair to gather you into his arms, his embrace warm and secure and achingly paternal. You bury your face in his shoulder, body shaking with muffled sobs as the floodgates finally burst open.
âThatâs it, let it all out,â he murmurs, one broad hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. âHolding in such grief for so long, itâs a wonder you did not crumble beneath the weight of it long ago. You are stronger than you know, mija.â
You cry until youâre completely spent, until the front of Carlos Sr.âs shirt is damp and your eyes are swollen and puffy. When at last the tears subside, leaving you wrung out but strangely peaceful, he produces a handkerchief from his pocket and gently dabs at your cheeks.
âThere now, thatâs better isnât it?â He asks, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles down at you. âI think my son may have plans to cheer you up, if youâre amenable?â
You let out a watery chuckle, feeling lighter than you have in days ⌠weeks ⌠months maybe. âThat does sound nice.â
The elder Spaniard presses the handkerchief into your hand, then steers you back towards the balcony door with a gentle hand on your back. âThen what are we waiting for? That boy may look like me, but his sweet tooth is all his motherâs doing.â
You pause in the doorway, impulsively turning to throw your arms around the man who has, in many ways, become a second father to you. âThank you,â you whisper shakily against his shoulder. âFor everything.â
His arms tighten around you briefly. âDe nada, mija. Thatâs what family is for.â
When at last you disentangle yourself, Carlos is waiting just inside, a bright smile lighting up his face at the sight of the two of you. On the counter, a cheerful array of pastries and confections beckons, the delicious aroma of fresh Brazilian baked goods enveloping you in a warm, sugary hug.
Carlosâ eyes are shining with love and relief as you cross the room to plant a lingering kiss of gratitude on his smiling lips.
âI love you,â you murmur when you finally pull back, cradling his face in your palms. âThank you for being you.â
His forehead drops to rest against yours. âAlways, mi alma. Iâll never stop loving you and being here for you, no matter what.â
You hold him tightly for a long moment, savoring his warmth and solidity. When you finally part, Carlosâ arm stays looped around your waist as he turns towards the dessert spread.
âSo, I may have gone a little overboard at the bakery,â he admits with an unrepentant grin, waving his free hand at the sugary bounty. âBut itâs been a rough day and you deserve to indulge a little.â
You canât help but laugh, feeling some of the lingering heaviness dissipate at the pure, infectious joy on his face. Leave it to Carlos to try and solve everything with baked goods and affection.
âWell, when you put it that way,â you tease, leaning into his side, âI suppose I canât say no to that face.â
âThatâs the spirit!â Carlos crows, beaming at you with such adoration that it makes your heart squeeze. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he scoops up one of the frosted confections and holds it up to your lips. âOpen wide, mi amor.â
You obediently take a bite of the sugary pastry, the rich flavors of doce de leite and buttery dough melting over your tongue. Carlos watches you with rapt attention, his eyes darkening slightly as you slowly lick a stray bit of frosting from the corner of your mouth.
His father clears his throat loudly behind you. âAy dios mio, get a room you two!â
Carlos has the grace to look abashed, but you just grin unrepentantly at your future father-in-law as he shakes his head in mock exasperation.
âDonât mind if I do,â Carlos says cheekily, surprising you by suddenly sweeping you up into his arms bridal-style.
You let out a squeak of surprise that quickly dissolves into delighted laughter as he starts carrying you toward the bedroom, peppering your face with noisy kisses. Over his shoulder, you catch Carlos Sr.âs indulgent smile and parting wink before the door swings shut behind you.
The rest of the evening passes in a sugary, affectionate haze. For the first time in as long as you can remember, the grief feels bearable, soothed by the love of your chosen family.
While the ache may never fully heal, you have a newfound sense of lightness in your heart.
As you lay tangled in the sheets later that night, Carlosâ arm a grounding weight around your waist, you send up a silent thank you to whatever cosmic forces brought this incredible man into your life.
And maybe, just maybe, your father can finally rest easy knowing his little girl found her way to happiness after all.
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âpleeeease, shoko? as my best friendââ
âhold on,â shoko sputters, choking on her drink. âwho said i was your best friend?â
âdo you think iâd pay for lunch if you werenât?â
the woman sets down her chopsticks, sending him an unimpressed look. âthatâs what this is for? to bribe me into being your best friend so i can tell my actual best friend to go out with you?â
satoru leans forward in his seat, grinning from ear to ear. âiâm not asking you to tell anyone anything. iâm just saying, plant a few seeds here and there. maybe mention how devastated i was to get friend-zoned and that iâm way too hot to be strictly friendship material.â
âthatâs way too unbelievable, coming from me. maybe you should ask nanamiâŚâ
âno, it has to be you. you think anyone would believe nanamin if he said i was a total smokeshow?â he asks, shaking his head.
âwell, no one would believe him because itâs not true.â
âyouâre being mean,â satoru pouts. âyouâre supposed to be my best friendââ
âfriendship isnât how youâll get me to do your bidding,â shoko interrupts. âi like whiskey.â
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âthis is really good,â you hum in approval as you take another sip. itâs smooth, sweet, and strong. much better than any whiskey you and shoko have shared before. âhow on earth did you afford this?â
âa friend bought a few bottles for me,â she waves off, settling herself into the opposite end of her couch. âsoâŚhow was your date on saturday? with that guy from the kyoto school?â
âit was okay. but i donât think iâll see him again,â you tell her honestly. âhe just wasn���tâŚâÂ
âwasnât gojo?âÂ
âwhat?â you ask. the idea that you didnât enjoy your last date because he wasnât gojo was downright ridiculous, but the quickened beat of your heart is trying to tell you otherwise. âwhy would youâ you think i like gojo?âÂ
satoru gojo, whose second job seemed to be roping you into his nonsense back in your school days (and taking the fall when yaga eventually caught you). who showed off during missions and always yelled for you to watch (he has a small scar on his cheek from a failed infinity barrier projection). who now routinely showed up to your apartment uninvited to watch a film with you (and always left with a few rolls of your toilet paper).
âyou donât have to like him,â your best friend says, pulling you out of your thoughts. âyou just have to sit on him.â
âieiri!â you shout, horrified. âweâre friends. friends donât sleep with friends.â
âwhat? i slept with him once - in a moment of complete weakness - and weâre still friends.â
âbut now you no longer sleep with men,â you point out.Â
she seems taken aback by that for a moment, but eventually shrugs it off. âtrue, but itâs different for you guys.â
âhow?â
shoko fills the bottom of her glass with a heavy pour. âbecause heâs actually in love with you. he may be stupid and annoying, but maybe he does the things he does around you because he likes making you laugh, even if itâs at him.â
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satoru stumbles backwards into the wall, using his grip on your waist to pull you flush against him. youâd barged into his apartment, ignoring his questions and immediately pulling him in for a kiss.
âi thoughtââ he tries to get out between kisses. ââyou didnât want to ruin our friendship.â
you draw back to look at him, smiling. âi have other friends.â
#shoko years later filled with regret bcs now she has to babysit every friday for date night#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#gojo x you
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Thinkin' abt DadBod!Miguel at the gym <3
You'd been going to the gym routinely, or at least trying to. You decided to go after working up the courage and convincing yourself that this was just for fun. That your body was your temple, and you were tending to it, no matter how it looked <3
The first week wasn't so bad. After embarrassingly tripping on equipment or accidentally dropping weights here and there, it was alright! Though at times, it was still difficult to stay consistent, until one day, you saw him.
Over on the other side of the gym, curling some dumbbells (100s, mind you), was a total 6-foot, thick, hairy dream of a man. You first noticed his chiseled face adorned by fine lines, locks of black hair framing it. With each draw of the weights, his biceps bulged. Beads of sweat trickled down his bulky chest and wide shoulders. When your eyes wander downward, you're surprised to not find washboard abs.
Oh no, what you find instead excites you even more than any pack of abs could offer you.
Your mouth waters slightly to find that his tank top has ridden up slightly over his hefty belly, graciously allowing a peek at a happy trail, its path sadly blocked by some basketball shorts (his cute bubble butt and giant dick print made up for it tho).
Despite his low, breathy grunts and intense crimson gaze towards his own reflection, he was making it look easy. You thought about how easy it'd probably be for him to carry you bride-style and throw you onto a bed before spreading your legs with those enormous hands so he could feast until your eyes crossed. Or how it'd be effortless for him to hold you tightly with your legs wrapped around that stocky midsection of his while he bullied his-
"'scuse me, you waiting for this bench?" a deep voice snaps you out of a daydream. You see the man is now looking at you with what looks like a knowing smirk. Fuck, he noticed you staring.
"Oh! N-no, was just looking for the 10s!" You blurt, evoking a velvety chuckle and dashing smile from him.
"Right over there." He motions with his chin toward the weight rack where the 10s are obviously displayed. After you thanked him, He smiled and nodded back to you, turning back toward the mirror to do his last set.
The second week felt like no problem. Instead of dragging yourself to the gym, you looked forward to it, scanning for your new gym crush every time you entered.
You'd feel a lil surge of happiness when you do find him there, feeling brave enough to exchange smiles and sometimes even little waves from across the gym. One time, the older man made you swoon when he winked at you upon entering the gym. After seeing your cute reaction, this would be how he greeted you every time.
The third week came You're at the squat rack, feeling stronger than usual, so you opt to go the heaviest you've ever gone. Big mistake. By the third rep, you fail to get back up, panicking and legs shaking. Just when you feel yourself start to fall, you see a pair of hands dart toward the bar from behind you, lifting it with ease and allowing you to stand back up. The bar is re-racked and you turn to find gym bae.
"You okay?" he gently prompts, a worried look on his face.
"Yes, thank you... think I might've gone too heavy." you nervously chuckle. He does as well, seeing that you're alright.
"Next time you go for a PR, you need to ask for a spotter, hun." He gives you that dashing smile again, his hands on his love handles.
"Yeah, I probably should've," you lower your head in defeat, "I didn't bring anyone with me though."
"You could've asked me," He says matter of factly as if it should've been obvious that he should be the one to spot you. "I would've done it with no problem, mama." His pet names make your womanhood pulse.
You look back up at him, your lips curled into a shy smile.
"C'mon, let's try again." "No, no, mama, I got that, I'll put it away for you." "Keep your knees like this-theeeere you go. "Gimme one more, mama, just one more, you can do it." "Atta girl! Good job, mamita."
You learned that his name is Miguel. He'd become your designated spotter on leg days, the sensation of his larger frame against yours making you nervous in the best way.
Your favorite is when his tummy accidentally brushes against your back, and borderline, your ass, and if not his tummy, it'd be his prominent bulge (which isn't there bc he gets to spot the adorable girl with an amazing ass from the gym... totally not that).
On the Fourth week, Miguel would ask you if you wanted to be workout buddies altogether. Of course, you accept, in which he asks for your number so like that, he can text you when he's going and vice versa.
It's the fifth week, and you both have worked out together a couple times already. Miguel texted you in the morning asking if you'd like to join him, which you were totally down for.
You two started with lateral pull-downs. Once it was your turn, you sat on the machine and reached for the handle, pulling it as you began your set.
Anytime you felt like you wanted advice or correction, Miguel eagerly helped you.
His hands would stay on your waist, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Mhm, there you go, you're doin' so good, mama." He praises in almost a whisper.
If only he knew he was making the exercise only harder. As if that weren't enough, his finger would occasionally message your hip. Your bodies were so close that you were able to hear each satisfied hum from his lips, suggesting you were doing the exercise right.
"Good girl, that was better. You feel it now?" He says, letting go to let you off the machine.
"Yeah, thank you! When it comes to upper body, I'll need all the help I can get. I'm just glad Iâm getting it from an upper-body master." You flirtatiously add, playfully poking at one of his biceps.
This makes him blush, but only for a moment before he returns with a cocky response, "Thanks, hun. I'm glad to be working out with a leg-day goddess."
Now it was your turn to blush, except you didn't have any smart comeback, boosting Miguel's ego.
"Listen, let me treat you to smoothie after this, yeah?" He says it more like a statement than a request, and you happily oblige.
What you were expecting was a simple, cheap smoothie from a spot you usually go to, but instead, you're met with a drive-thru menu listing shakes from $20 and up. Oh he got moneyyyy.
Miguel tells you to pick any that looks good to you. He orders for himself and you as well, parking the car once the two of you get the smoothies.
As he sips from the cup, you take the opportunity to subtly glance at his figure, his muscles, how his pecs sit beautifully on top of his soft belly, his thighs constrained by the confines of his gym shorts. You think how badly you wanna sit there, grinding on the print 'til there was a wet spot-
"Something on your mind, mama?" You look back at him, taking a few seconds to register his words.
You hastily look back down at your drink and shake your head, âNothing⌠thank you so much for this, itâs delicious!â
then he grabs the shoulder of your chair to lean toward you, âOf course, mama, but I donât think youâre being completely truthful with me, hm?â
You look at him, playfully shaking your head again, knowing full well youâve been caught.
âWhatâs in that pretty lil head of yours, hm? dime.â He puts the smoothie into the cup holder to free his other hand, placing it on your thigh, and softly squeezes it. âJust say the word, and youâll get anything you want.â
Your lips curl slyly as you think of a response.
âWell⌠we never did cardio.â
Now you were here in his car, being bounced on his fat dick on the passenger seat, holding onto his his big shoulders for dear life. You were basically his fleshlight at this point⌠with those big hands.
You could feel his body now taut against yours, your tits bouncing relentlessly, his muscled, thick thighs below your ass, his balls slapping against your pussy lips, his bush tickling your clit, his pelvis pushing your ass up and his curved belly against your front side. It all was sending you into euphoria.
With you vigorously bouncing on his cock and his beautiful moaning, you fully let go. âAw yes, Daddy,â you mumbled without thinking.
In fact, you couldnât think at all. All you knew was this fat cock and your pussy was memorizing all its veins and curves.
âMmfuck baby, yea, say that again fâmeâ, he groaned through gritted teeth as he mercilessly bounced you down his painfully hard shaft.
âPlease, Daddy, please!â You whined with your hands desperately seeking support on his big shoulders.
You can feel the sheet of sweat on his belly and on his thighs, which turned the smacking of your ass sound even more lewd.
âFuck, say it again.â He growled, getting faster now.
âMmmm, Daddyâ Daddy, pleaseeee.â
âLouder, baby, câmonââ
âUNGH DADDYYYYâ
âOh FUCK⌠you wanted cardio, baby, Iâll give you cardio⌠fuckinâ take it⌠coĂąo.â Your panting became synchronized with every pound of his cock into your abused and bruised cunt, getting higher and higher in pitch, firing him up to go faster and harder.
âGonna cum on this fat cock, right? Gonna cum fâme, mami?â He ordered, dropping octaves from his usual gentle tone with you.
âMmmnn, Nnyesyyesyesyesââ you babbled, the shakiness of your voice the result of the aggressive bouncing.
âAh⌠carajoâŚâ his cock accidentally slips out from your cunt, making you wince from the sudden empty sensation.
Holding up your ass, he takes a moment to admire the view, hissing from the sight of his angrily red cock and veins pulsing from your cunt sucking him in so deliciously. A ring of your cream erotically placed at the base of his length, just above his perfect bush. He guides his fat tip back to your dripping cunt using his thumb, pushing it back into your swollen folds.
He was back to ramming into your abused cunt in no time, chasing each others highâs.
âCâmonâŚfuck, câmon, mama, youâre almost thereâŚ. Aw f-fuck⌠almost thereâŚâ he moans with his brows knitted and through a clenched jaw.
âDaddy Iâm gânaâ Iâm cummingimcummingimcummingââ
âAw, fuck, asiâ asi mamiâ ah, ahâŚâ Miguel holds back choked whines as he get closer, not allowing himself to let go until he knew you came first.
You speak in gibberish before crying into your climax, Miguel letting out a long, exasperated groan when he reaches his. You can feel his hot cum overfilling you, making you whine as it leaks down your thigh.
After draining himself completely, making sure every drop was in you, he gently pulls out, âFuck⌠you did so good for me, mama⌠so good.â
Miguel lets you rest against his heaving chest and soft belly, rubbing your back as you caught your breath. You smiled a tired smile when you notice how hard Miguel is breathing as well, knowing you worked him out, too.
âYou ok, mamita?â He plants a tender kiss on your shoulder, making a trail up your neck and finally to your forehead.
âMhm,â you hum, you look up at him and are met with his plump, wet lips, tongues becoming entangled with each other as he groans into your mouth.
âI say⌠we do cardio like this every day.â
A/n: Haiii, I hope u liked it <3 Love my man sm <3 None of my gym baes could ever compare to himmmmmđđđ
@angel-of-the-moons Ty Ty Ty my luv for planting the seed in my head <3
Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Hereâs my master list, bae!!
#Iâd never skip the gym ever again#Iâm doing cardio w him 24/7 idc#dadbod!miguel#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#miguel oâhara x reader#across the spiderverse#miguel oâhara fanfiction#spider man 2099#atsv#miguel x you#miguel x reader#miguel oâhara x y/n#miguel x y/n#miguel oâhara x you#miguel atsv#miguel oâhara atsv#spider man atsv#miguel smut#miguel oâhara smut#miguel oâhara drabble#miguel o'hara blurb#miguel oâhara fan fiction#miguel oâhara fanart#miguel fanfic#miguel fic#miguel ohara#miguel spiderman#miguel spiderverse#miguel 2099
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pleasant dreams
for as many days or years as you may have.
BAD END LONG WINTER AU ANYONE???? (crickets chirping) erm. well
anwyay i hope i scammed at least 1 person out of fluff. whistles cutely
bad end: royal trio try, struggle, and fail to rescue any of the thieves from the delusion, or find the route to the treasure. with maruki's overwhelming hold on the thieves(+confidants) and his staggering security + ability to manipulate the design of his palace at will... (<- i elaborate on this in my shsm fic that i uploaded a while back but maruki tries to psych the three of them out of navigating his palace by hacking at all the infiltration routes they try. and since its just the 3 of them it's pretty easy to block them off) akira goro and sumire do their damnedest but they come up just short
anyway TLDR they just can't crack it and it's over.
in this case, since they don't get to rescue the thieves, they spend even more time together than Usual Long Winter AU. so i feel they're even closer than usual.
on 2/2, they stay in and sleep in, idly talk about anything other than the circumstances that they're in. they waste the day away and then fall into an endless slumber.
in the first page goro & sumire look kinda discontented, but after akira breaks the ice a little, they manage to fall asleep (more) peacefully.
im not gonna lie this treads into like TOO MUCH HOPELESS ANGST for me but also i had the idea listed down in my Royal Trio Ideas List so i had to draw it..eventually... so. (flips through stack of ideas) erm. heyyyy (i also think it turned out MORE SAD when i drew it HKDJSGSKJDW when i just wrote down the idea it was like kinda just silly)
also goro is wearing akira's raglan shirt from pre-p5r!! no reason except i like it and also i want them to share clothes
"never change, goro" hehe. Smile. well he won't have to! i guess!
bc of Longlonglongwinterau sumire is more perceptive of goro and akira. i think she probably also knows the gist of yknow goro's whole past, the whole trying-to-kill-akira thing, etc.
sorry for the scam. if u were scammed.
a little more musings cont'd here
#persona 5 royal#royal trio#sumire yoshizawa#goro akechi#akira kurusu#shuakesumi#cele draws#cele comics#long winter
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⢠MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL
SB 000 .F23 2024
wc 3.2k
pairings classrepresentative!Soobin x bulliedfem!reader
warnings humiliation, slight bully Soobin, bullied reader, fainting, facial, unprotected sex, creampie, mirror sex, recording, oral sex (m. receiving), squirting, name calling (+ if i missed anything)
faye's notes I'M TOTALLY CRAZY! Like seriously! I should stop writing fics out of impulse BAHAHAHAHA this is not proofread, I'm sorry, again, this story is just made impulsively đ Soobin should stop posting pictures out of nowhere. I need to write about him immediately because I'm his wife. đ No one should do it first before me đ I just love Soobin so much and his mirror shots! Fuck. Dead.
p.s. wrote this for more or less 4 hours, wtf
"Ahh! Fuck, why are you so f-fucking good!" Soobin threw his head back with one arm supporting his body and the other one holding his phone, trying to capture every moment.
"Look at you acting so modest at school, but here you are, giving someone head," he smirked, tugging a fistful of your hair, making you moan with his cock still inside your mouth.
"Shit!" He hissed through his teeth as he felt the pleasuring vibrations from your mouth.
Soobin is your most hated person in the world, if that's enough to explain. He makes fun of you. He causes you trouble, harm, and danger. But the fact that he's one of the most respected representatives of your class, you can't do anything but let your anger just boil inside you.Â
Choi Soobin is not your average type of classmateâenemy. He never fails to be included in the rank listâhe's an intelligent and handsome man. He talks so well in front of the class, he gets high scores, he has the fame. You would actually have a crush on him if only he treated you the same way he treats the others.
And you hated your class for always laughing along with him and always tolerating what he doesâwell, he's actually a good student, you're just not on his "people that I will treat right" list.
"How are you miss 'teacher's pet'?" Soobin would subtly pull a chair to sit in front of your desk, often whispering these things.
"Soobin, please. If you have nothing else to say, move," you would firmly answer him.
"What? Aren't you proud that you know how to find your way under their pants?" he accused.
"I'm not doing any of the sort! I won't commit sexual activities with people other than my soon-to-be husband!" Your voice came out as a squeak as you tried to hold yourself back, but you're seething with anger.Â
"Oh, what are you doing anyway? Drawing your idols?" he snickers.
"Choi Soobin--"
"Yes, darling?" his eyes meeting yours with a smirk plastered on his lips. "You know what," he starts, casually tucking your straying hair behind your ear, "If I were you, I would stop doing that, they don't even know you."
You clicked your tongue, swatting his hand away, "Soobin, I swearâ"
"Yes, yes, you swear," he snickers once again as he stands up, the sharp scraping sound of the steel chair making your ears hurt, gathering the class' attention. Soobin casually shrugged his shoulders, making your classmates continue what they were doing.
"Listen!" Soobin pounded the podium that afternoon for an announcementâoh yeah, he's the class representative.
"We will be having our annual outdoor activity next week."
With a heavy heart, you sighed. The 5-day trip is your most hated activity. You would go to a camp, pair up with your friends, and do the task together. Not to mention the unending seminars and trainings while you're at it.
Of course, a week won't pass by without Soobin getting into your nerves. You're so fed up with him and his petty attitude towards you, but you don't know it yourself, you just can't find the courage to fight back or at least stand up for yourself. You would always be left with your nails digging into your palms and a boiling blood.Â
"Okay guys! Line up! We're getting into the bus! I'm checking the attendance!" It's still so early in the morning and you get to hear his irritating voice again, which you resorted to wearing earphones to at least drown his voice.
However, you were the last one to get in inside the bus, so there are no more available seats to sit down aside from the two-seater in the front. And of course, one of the seats is already occupied. By who? Who elseâthe Choi Soobin himself.
"Excuse me, does anyone want to trade seats?" you bargained. Only for them to answer with "sorry, I want to sit with my friend" and such.Â
"As much as you don't want to sit beside me, I don't want to sit beside a whore and a slut like you," Soobin whispered with a fake smile when you sat beside him.Â
"Shut the fuck up. I'm not a whore nor a slut, I don't do explicit activities just like you," you seethed. "I bet you're the type that fucks anyone just to get your dick wet," you whispered, rolling your eyes. Soobin could only laugh at you.
You tried to focus on the road the whole ride. Doing your best to ignore Soobin's huge sleeping figure just beside you. Your eyes flitted to the rearview mirror of the bus, staring a hole at Soobin's headâto kill himâthrough the reflection. And yes, Soobin actually looks kind and peaceful when he sleeps. There, you silently wished for him to at least be a little less meaner.Â
You didn't know you fell asleep. You woke up inside the empty bus. You quickly marched out to look for your classmates. It looks like they are just starting to settle down. You scrambled your way towards the camp, pulling your suitcase. You're lucky one of your male classmates noticed you and had at least the decency to offer a hand.Â
When you arrived just by the door, you swear you heard Soobin murmur something behind you like 'look at our pick me girl' or something along the lines.Â
After the short orientation, you celebrated a little inside, knowing that the girls and the boys would not share the same room to sleep, at least. And you celebrated further when they announced that the ratio of the room to the student would be 1:1. Basically, you have the privacy you needed, and you don't need to be bothered about having a roommate.Â
You were asked to rest for now and just return to the hall in the afternoon to officially start the program. You giggled when you got inside the room. Quickly running to the bedroom and jumping on the bed.Â
But then you were startled when you heard laughter and loud voices.
 Oh crap! The walls are thin!Â
But that's the least of your concerns; it's not like you would be noisy or something.
The afternoon came quickly, and the program kicked off without flaws. They announced the activities that should be done and the schedule for the meals, including the curfew hours. If you were to be asked? Your answer would be, so far, so good.Â
The dinner was also held in the same hall. The organizers did a good job of making use of the tables and chairs in the hall as your dining table and training table.
However, your little happy moment was immediately cut off when Soobin purposely grazed one of the students elbows, making the cold water she was holding be poured over you. Loud gasps from the crowd echoed inside the hall as strings of apology came out of the student's mouth. Your eyes flickered throughout the wide space as you muttered, "It's okay," to the student. Your eyes found Soobin walking away from the scene.
You quickly finished your meal after patting your drenched shirt with a tissue the student offered. After finishing your meal, you have no other choice but to go straight to your room.Â
You prayed that tomorrow would be a fine day for you.
Tuesday. Second day of the outdoor activity.
You were grouped into pairs. The organizers taught you about first aid. Orienting you about the things you should and shouldn't do in case of emergency. You and your partner executed every step well. It does show that you have learned everything.
Soobin also did well in their execution. But you noticed about his 'unnecessary' touches to his girl partner. Well, he actually isn't doing anything unnecessary. You're just too overprotective of your body.Â
Soobin watched you being mortified with his simple quirks, laughing to himself, judging you and your mind.
Wednesday.
You were grouped into five members. Your next activity was the obstacle course. The sole reason for this is to train your mind to think quickly for a technique that would work and allow you to lead.Â
Some of the groups even failed from the start. They couldn't decide which would be the leader.Â
On the other hand, Soobin was leading his group at ease. He looks like he knows it, just like the back of his hand. Too familiar with what a leader should do.
Thursday.Â
It suddenly rained, so your activity that was supposed to be held on the mountain was postponed and was moved for the next day. Which made your stay eventually longer for another day. The organizers resorted to an indoor activity. Or you could actually call this free time. They allowed everyone to have fun. Everyone was having a blast on their own or with their friends.
You decided to take a short walk while the rain poured hard. You passed by a vending machine and grabbed yourself a drinkâwhich might be wrong because you're too far from the hall now and there's no restroom to be found.Â
Your eyes widened when you saw a room, which you guessed was a toilet. But when you opened the door, someone was inside.
"What the fuck?! Don't you know how to knock?!"
"Aaahhhh! Don't you know how to lock?!" you retorted as you froze in your feet and turned your back to the person inside the toiled.Â
"Fucking goodness! What the hell are you doing here?!" he zipped his pants up before he turned to youâagain, it was Soobin.
"I-i'm looking for a restroom! You should know how to lock the door!" You squealed.
You heard him scoffed, "The lock doesn't work, and..."Â
"And?" you questioned, folding your arms in front of you, feigning frustrationâbut you couldn't hide the fact that your ears were so red.Â
"This restroom is not for the girls, weirdo." His lips played a mocking smile. "You're not beating the whore allegations, are you?" He stepped forward, trapping you on the wall, his hand flew to your waist, pinning you.
You tried to push him away, "Get your filthy hands offâH-hah!"Â
Your body trembled, and your knees became wobbly when he pressed his hand against your lower abdomen.Â
"S-soobin... Your... Your hand..." You tried to pry his hand away, but to no avail. Soobin just pressed it further, making the hair of your body stand up.Â
"S-soobin... Please... Y-your h-hand," you stuttered. You felt a few drops of the hot liquid flow out from you.
Soobin pulled his hand away, leaving you slumped on the floor, shaking. "You're so easy," he chuckled before he left.
You didn't almost make it to the toilet. The moment you let it out, you felt tears run down your cheeks. Maybe because of humiliation, or anger, or arouâthere's no way!
That night, you chose not to eat dinner, you stayed inside your room. However, someone knocked on your door. You didn't want to open it at first, but the person behind kept on knocking. When you opened the door, there's no person in the hallway. But a food was left beside your door. Your name was written on the water bottle and the packaging of the meal, just like the other meals you ate the past few days. You decided to eat it, not bothering to think whether it's poisoned or whatever.
Friday. The supposed to be last day of the outdoor activity.Â
It was a team activity again. The survival. Your team must survive for at least one day in the mountains. You were supposed to look for foods in the wild, to survive a day or night in the mountains. The team is composed of four members. And lucky you, you were teamed up with Soobin.Â
You tried your best to be as distant as possible. Just looking at him makes you remember everything that happened last night.Â
Everything was going well from the start. Three of you were girls, and you all agreed that Soobin would be the leader of the group.
You made a small port for the four of you to rest, you found fruits that can be eaten, and you gathered the woods for the fire you were supposed to make later.
However, Soobin wasn't expecting something like this to happenâfor you to faint out of exhaustion. You are actually weak-hearted, which makes you easily dizzy and tired when doing extra workloads.Â
"Soobin! Y/n fainted!"Â
"What?!" Soobin quickly ran towards the three of you. The other girls are panicking about you. "Fuck!" he muttered as he tried to wake you up. "Y/n wake up!"
"This won't do! You guys continue our task; I'll bring her to the camp. Please take care of yourselves up here, okay?"
Soobin carried you on his back, walking and running down the mountain as fast as he could. He was assisted by the organizers, but the program wasn't perfect at all! There are no nurses around.Â
So Soobin got no choice but to bring you to his assigned room and take care of you insteadâclass representative duties, right?
"God fucking damn it!" he huffed as he laid you down on the floor, and he was chasing his breath.Â
He washed himself first, cleaning out the dirt that clung to his body. Then he grabbed some of his extra clean shirts for you to change into. He wiped you clean with a wet towel and wanted to change your clothes, but he decided not to do it or you would make a fuss. Then he carefully laid you down on his bed, keeping you warm.
One of the teachers knocked and checked on him. He was also told that the activity was cancelled and they made the students go back. The teacher was relieved to know that you were fine and that you're resting.
You woke up with him sitting beside you. "W-where are we? What happened?" you weakly asked.Â
"You're finally awake," he sighed. "You fainted."Â
He then passed you a packet of sugar and some water. "Drink this, I have nothing else to offer."
After a few minutes, you felt yourself recover a bit. It wasn't that bad, you're just too exhausted.Â
"Let's go back," you said as you rose from the bed and walked towards the door.
"Look at this attention seeker," he scoffed.
"What the fuck are you saying again?! I just fainted!" you yelled back.
"That's right! You just fainted, and you want to go back in the mountains? For what? For our classmates to carry you and let them touch your body? Or for the teachers to give you extra credits for being a 'good girl'?" Soobin's brow furrowed as he raised his voice.
"What did you say?" You walked closer to him.
"That you're a slut, a whore, and an attention seeker. Simple as that."
Soobin smirked as he watched you dug your nails onto your palm again.
"What? Am I wrong?"Â
Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes as you looked up to him with gritted teeth.
"You're... You're totally wrong..." you sniffled.
"Then show me you aren't like that," he says.
"W-what?"Â
Soobin sat on the bed as he watched you. "Get on your knees for me," he smirked. "Show me you are not a teacher's fuck toy."
"Prove it, so I won't tell the class you soiled your pants last night," he finishes.
You didn't know what came over you. You just found yourself kneeled down between his legs as you tried your hardest to suck him.
Ahh! Fuck, why are you so f-fucking good!" Soobin threw his head back with one arm supporting his body and the other one holding his phone, trying to capture every moment.
"Look at you acting so modest at school, but here you are, giving someone head," he smirked, tugging a fistful of your hair, making you moan with his cock still inside your mouth.
"Shit!" He hissed through his teeth as he felt the pleasuring vibrations from your mouth.
You pulled away. "S-stop recording," you muttered.
"No, this is for the records. A proof that you aren't a teacher's pet," he grinned before guiding your head back to his cock.
"You're such a whore," he snickers as he zooms in to your face. "Fucking good, with this pretty face," he muttered.
He shoved your face down, practically fucking your throat, not giving a fuck at how you gagged. Then he pulled you away as he shot his cum on your face.
"Ohh fuck! Fuck! Ahh!" His body trembled as he finally came, his phone shaking in the process.Â
Pressing the stop button, he tossed his phone on the bed and pulled you up on his lap, crashing his lips against yours as his hand wandered on your body, groping and squeezing any part.
"Need to be inside you, you slut," he whispered between the kisses.
"'m n-not," you whimpered. His hand finally settled on your waist, and he grinds you above him.
"Look how hard you make me," he said, his teeth grazing your neck.
"S-soobin... Stop... W-we shouldn't be doingâahh...mpph.." Â Your soft moans and whines are music to his ear.
"Shhh, be quiet for me, okay?" he said, giving your chin a kiss. He slips his hand under your skirt, pushing your underwear to the side.
"See? You're a total whore, y/n. You're wet."
Too embarrassed, you hide on his neck, hugging him closer. He easily lifted your hips and slid himself inside you with so much ease as you whimpered on his ear.
"T-this is w-wrong.. Ahh.. please..."
"Wrong?" he questioned, tilting your face to look behind you, only to be met with your own eyes. Soobin manhandled you with ease and turned you around instead. Your back flushed against his chest as he spread and held your legs up.Â
"Watch how your hungry pussy suck my cock," he whispered to your ear as the both of you watched yourselves in the mirror. Your ears turned red out of embarrassment as you bit your lower lip, restraining yourself to moan.
"Be quiet, okay? The others are back," he said, kissing your ear. Your hands clasped over your mouth, the squelching sound was the only thing to be heard.Â
"I love how dirty you are, fuck, you turn me on so much," he grunts, hitting deeper places inside you.
"B-bin..." you whined, tears rolling down your cheek.Â
"S-something's g-gonna.... Ahhh... S-soobin, please..."
"You're close, doll? Cum on my cock, then," he smirks.
"N-no wait! Wait!" you squirmed, trying to get off of him, but he's too strong for you.
"S-soobin please w-wait---" Clear liquid gushed out of your pussy in a squirting manner because of his cock still deep inside you. Your body started twitching when he continued to fuck you relentlessly.
"Gonna fill you. 'M gonna fill you to the brim, fuck you're so fucking tight!" Soobin hides behind your neck as he finishes inside you, his grip on your thighs tightened.
"B-bin... I feel like... 'm gonna... F-faint..." Your body was slumped on his chest. He slowly pulls out of you, a glob of his cum coming out from your spent folds. He then laid you down on his bed again and lays beside you as he tucked the both of you to bed.Â
The problem for tomorrow is for tomorrow. He's now on cloud nine, feeling so good as he lays beside his favorite girl crush.
@binniesbooks 2024
#faye's library#soobin's books#soobin x reader#soobin x you#soobin smut#choi soobin x reader#choi soobin x you#choi soobin smut#soobin imagines#soobin scenarios#choi soobin scenarios#choi soobin imagines#txt smut#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#txt imagines#txt scenarios
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Iâve been thinking about in-universe media so. Heh. Why donât we tumblrify the ending of the rottmnt movie
Update: hereâs part 2 and 3+3.5
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Nice knowing you guys
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Wtf??? Where do you live?
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You canât just ask someone where they live
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op must be from new york. iâve been trying to text my sister who lives there all day and when she finally gets back to me, itâs to send me a photo of her being chased by some weird??? fleshy???? car? i think the pink stuff was growing inside of it?
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The hell is happening in your city?
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The end of the world
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Where else would you learn that?
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Alien invasion???? This is not how Jupiter Jim said it would go
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So who had alien invasion on the 2020 apocalypse bingo card
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At this point no one is surprisedÂ
#give it two months. somehow something will find a way to top this
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I lived bitch
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Context?
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No â¨
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Sorry everyone  ::> ︾ <:: No more art until my hands are healed up. Doctorâs orders
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Are you okay? đĽşđĽşđ
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⥠⥠Achy. But I realllllly want to drawwwwwww
#I have so many ideas right now #currently trying and failing to draw with feet #but I am determinedÂ
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Time to storm Area 51 again
#they canât stop all of us #look I just want to see aliens in person okay #if they canât invade my city then whatâs the point #I know they have to be keeping some of those pink blobs in there
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Hello
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JUNIOR! HELLO
I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE INTERNET
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Itâs Senseiâs fault
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#I?????? #donât just look at me it was purple too
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I smell the scent of betrayal in the air.
#not science posting #blue Iâm looking at you
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You are a time traveller sent back to stop the apocalypse before it ever began. Only problem is: you arenât sent back far enough.
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RelatableÂ
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Umm???
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Day 3667 of me posting: no
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Wow this blog is dedicated
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Why do aliens always invade NYC? Whatâs so special? Why donât they ever invade Las Vegas huh? What about Boston? Where are my aliens in D.C? So many cities and youâre telling me they chose New York? If aliens really did invade I bet you they wouldnât even come near it
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This post⌠aged
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Pay up op
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thereâs something weird going on in this city. remember that time at the stadium? suddenly itâs a free for all on world domination i swear
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I thought the whole stadium thing was a publicity stunt
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I thought that was a rogue cosplayerÂ
#for real though. What even happened to them?
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Wow. So tumblr thinks it can gaslight me int thinking aliens exits huh? Well think again
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Stop bringing up my username. You know im right
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NO, MY KEYBOARD IS NOT STUCK LIKE THIS. EVERY LETTER I TYPE IS AS IT IS MEANT TO BE SAID. WITH PURPOSE AND VOLUME.
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IF MY USERNAME COULD BE IN CAPITALS YOU KNOW IT WOULD BEÂ
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I can help with this
#give me one minute and some flavourless juice
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My apartment was almost flattened by a giant freakin robot a few years back. And now aliens????? Iâm moving
#guys Iâm just. So. Done with all of this
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So did the aliens just up and leave? Whatâs the story here?
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There have been various sightings of lights across the sky. I have not been able to find any reliable sources on the cause, but the general consensus is the lights pushed the aliens back where they came from.Â
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This photo of some person swinging around the city has been making rounds on twitter
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Pretty lights and vigilantes?Â
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So what are we calling these aliens? They need a cool, alien sounding name âcuz all Iâve been seeing around is âland squidsâ, âbrain goopâ and shoutout to that one discord user who used the words âpink gelatinous parsnipâ to describe them.
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Have they ever seen a parsnip before?
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What about Utroms? They kinda look like the aliens from Jupiter Jimâs Last Trip to the Moon 9
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Isnât your fandom super dead?
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Say that to our 80+ movies. Your faves could neverÂ
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Fandom still going strong đŞÂ
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Why does everyone keep on calling them aliens? Are we sure theyâre not just failed government test subjects? Havenât there been mutant sightings in NYC before?
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Sorry, mutants???
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Nah itâs defo aliens
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#so far 3 votes for Utroms and 22 for parsnips #sigh
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Children are terrifyingÂ
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Agreed. But I feel like thereâs a story here
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Was walking back from work, and I was like nearly home right? I turn a corner and there: a sea of cheering girl scouts. Who are they cheering on you ask? Their⌠cult (?) leader? Tearing one of those aliens apart with her bare hands. And the kids are just laughing and some are even joining in? They must have nerves of steel
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Woah
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@Â Â HOCKEYORDEATH Hey look at this
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đoutoftouchoutoftime Follow
Set a profile picture because apparently everyoneâs blocking me thinking Iâm a bot?
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Sorry CJ
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asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the sunshine âď¸Â Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know they make you happy
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Aww, hey Orange
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Hey, whereâs my ask
âď¸Â bluejitsu Follow
Orange?
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OhÂ
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asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the bugs đŞłÂ Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know theyâre bugging you
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Two can play at this game
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Jk âď¸âď¸âď¸
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đ¸Â atomiclass9000 Follow
I remember the good old days on tumblr. Back when my brothers didnât know the name of my account. Back when they didnât bug me in my inbox
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Then make another one?
đ¸Â atomiclass9000 Follow
Gasp. And leave behind a username such as this? Iâm attached.
đ˝Â sherlock_corn Follow
What about your sister?
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Youâre fine
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FavouritismÂ
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Whoever you heroes are
Thank you. Â
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#I donât know how you did it. Or what you even look like #but one thing is for sure and thatâs that you are heroesÂ
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#rottmnt#Fakeposting#socmed fic#Rottmnt fic#social media fic#rottmnt movie#post rise movie#casey jones jr#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt cassandra jones#rottmnt april#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt raph#bread fic#rise of the tmnt#I was meant to be finishing off the last chapter of my fic#But here we are#Swearing#but itâs minimal#Hopefully itâs clear which character is which user
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