#He hates the perfume bottle so much actually

[morganaawriterr]

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Pairing; fem!reader x old lover!Jungwon Synopsis; Years after an abrupt breakup, you and your first love, Jungwon, meet again at a gathering, and the changes in both of you are undeniable. As tension rises between you two, old feelings resurface, though the wounds from the past remain. After a night of wine and confrontation, you find yourself back at his place, where the lines between love, regret, and longing blur. But the next morning, faced with reality, you are heartbroken by the truth that you can’t undo the past. Genre; Angst (fluff if you squint) Warning; Heavy tension; Mentions of alcohol and getting drunk; MASTERLIST;

A/N: Bruh, i hyperfocused on this story for like 5 hours I can't stand it anymore hahahah. But, I hope you guys enjoy reading, sorry to break your heart. As always, likes and reblogs are always appreciated, thank you so much <3

It had been so long since Jungwon last saw you, and you looked so different now. Your expression was serious, and your makeup was heavier than before: thick black eyeliner outlined your eyes, making you appear at least two years older than your actual age. Your perfume wasn’t the familiar floral scent you once adored. Instead, it was a sophisticated aroma Jungwon couldn’t quite identify. You hadn’t grown an inch taller, but you were noticeably thinner, likely due to your busy lifestyle.

Your hair, once long, curly, and brown—falling freely down your back like a chocolate waterfall—was now straight, black, and barely reached below your tattooed shoulders.

Jungwon couldn’t help but admire how happy you seemed, chatting with Sunoo at the dinner table. Silently, he observed you. Your full lips, painted with dark lipstick, captivated him as you spoke, his gaze following their every move. If Jungwon had thought you were beautiful before, now you were utterly breathtaking.

What hurt him the most was how you glanced at him from across the table, as if he weren’t the first boy you had ever loved, as if he weren’t the one you trusted most, and as if you hadn’t broken his heart.

“Ugh, my head.” You giggled, your cheeks reddening from too much wine, as a headache began to creep in. Your gaze swept over the large table, fondly noting how much your old group of friends had grown and changed over the years.

“You should stop drinking,” Jungwon advised suddenly, reaching over to take the wine bottle and place it out of your reach. It was the first time he had spoken to you that night.

“You should stop pretending that my presence doesn’t bother you.” You snapped back, venom lacing your words as you grabbed the bottle again. You hated how he still tried to look after you, even after everything that had happened between you two.

The table fell silent for a moment as everyone exchanged uneasy glances. Everyone was aware of the heavy tension between the two of you. When Heeseung had planned this dinner, he assumed you both had moved on, given how much time had passed. But it seemed the unresolved emotions were still lingering.

“Guys, it’s getting late. We’re heading out…” Sunghoon announced, sounding annoyed, as his tipsy girlfriend whispered in his ear about how tired she was again.

“Yeah, I have work in the morning,” Heeseung agreed, rolling his eyes at the thought of his demanding boss.

The three of them left, leaving the atmosphere even heavier between the remaining group. You glanced at the untouched plate in front of you, unable to eat. You were too distracted with the presence of your first love. You wanted to show him you were doing just fine without him, but the way he looked at you—with the same deep affection as before—made your heart ache.

As the evening dragged on, your friends gradually left until only you, Sunoo, and Jungwon stayed. The atmosphere was laced with awkwardness and stolen glances. You were completely drunk, struggling to form coherent sentences, and your whole body was warm and wobbly.

“It’s late, dummy. Let’s go.” Sunoo spoke gently, taking your hand and attempting to help you stand.

“Noooo,” you whined, your eyes shut tightly, lips pouting, and arms crossed like a stubborn child. “Sunoo, I want to finish the wine.” Speaking in fragmented sentences, you explained how expensive it was and how you didn’t want it to go to waste.

Sunoo sighed, annoyed. He just wanted to rest, but your drunk antics were testing his patience. That’s when he had an idea—Jungwon. If Jungwon gave you a ride home, it would give you two a chance to talk and you would be safe at home. When Sunoo first told Jungwon, he wanted to laugh at the request, his palms sweating at the idea of being alone with you. But Sunoo was persistent and cute, so Jungwon ended up agreeing

While the boys were talking, you were busy studying your past lover. His beautiful blonde hair, wide shoulders and irresistible boba eyes... he was driving you crazy. Jungwon could feel your eyes burning holes into him and when he finally dared to look at you, you bit your lip and stared at the floor, too embarrassed to make eye contact.

After a few minutes of loud silence, Jungwon noticed the bottle was finally empty. “The wine is gone. Come on, let’s get you home,” He said softly, extending his arm to help you up. You took it without hesitation.

As the two of you stepped outside, you couldn’t help but wonder about the word “home.” Did Jungwon know he was your home? Did he know the only place you wanted to be was in his embrace? You doubted it.

Jungwon’s scent overwhelmed you, fresh yet sweet, just as you remembered. It was so familiar that whenever you encountered someone wearing the same cologne, it instantly reminded you of him and his adorable laugh.

You started to feel dizzy and weak, your legs barely supporting the weight of your melancholic body. A wave of guilt and longing drowned you, but you bit your lip, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.

It only got worse when you stepped into his car. His scent was everywhere, clinging to the air around you. The familiarity hit you like a loaded train, and as your heart recognized the fragrance, the guilt stirred violently inside you. You hated yourself for giving up so easily, for abandoning a love as beautiful as the one you shared.

Jungwon’s worried glances didn’t go unnoticed as he steadily drove toward your place. His eyes flickered toward you in the rearview mirror, filled with concern. He wanted to say something, anything, to ease the tension. He wanted to tell you he didn’t hate you, even though you might believe otherwise but he couldn't.

The plan had been to drop you off at your place, but when you suddenly felt sick and were on the verge of throwing up, Jungwon made a split-second decision. He pulled over at his apartment instead, deciding to help you sober up before taking you home.

He stayed quiet as he helped you into his empty apartment and walked you to the bathroom. The tension was suffocating, but he focused on the task at hand. He turned on the water, planning to help you take a warm shower to sober up. But as he stepped away for a moment, your body gave out and you collapsed onto the cold tile floor.

“YN!” Jungwon cried out, panic evident in his voice. His strong arms quickly wrapped around you, lifting your vulnerable body. He gently sat you on the toilet, his face etched with concern as he began to help you undress.

His fingers grazed your stomach as he tried to take off your shirt, and you whined softly, lazily pushing his hands away.

“Your hands are cold…” you mumbled, your head thrown back against the wall, eyes shut tightly. Then, almost surrendered, you added, “But, keep going.”

After a careful glance at you, he continued. Jungwon gently pulled the black t-shirt over your head as you lifted your arms to help him.

You stayed silent as his fingers undid the button of your jeans, sliding them down your legs. Now, only in your underwear, you made no move to resist. The only sounds in the room were the hum of the shower and your soft, bored noises. Jungwon’s heart pounded loudly in his chest, the proximity killing him.

“Can you stand while I adjust the water, or do you need help?” he asked, his voice calm but concerned.

You opened your eyes, meeting his soft brown gaze. They looked so tired, so hurt. And perhaps you were the reason behind that pain. Your eyes lingered on his, missing him more than the air you breathe.

Jungwon broke the eye contact first, his cheeks flushing under your intense stare. You weakly pushed yourself to your feet, leaning heavily against the cold tiles for support. The bathroom quickly filled with warm steam, clouding your vision and hiding him from view, which you were thankful for.

Without warning, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you effortlessly into the shower stall. Warm water cascaded over your body, making you gasp. As he stepped back to give you space, you finally broke down, quiet sobs escaping your lips.

Your cries were soft but loud enough for him to hear, each sound piercing his heart. Kneeling under the relentless spray of water, you finally let the words you had been holding in spill out:

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t want to leave you, but I had to. My parents made me go to the US to keep me away from you. They didn’t like you, Jungwon. You know how they were—they would’ve ruined your life if I stayed. I’m so sorry… I didn’t want to make your life harder.”

Jungwon froze, his heart shattering at your confession. “Y/N, baby…” he whispered, his voice breaking. He shouldn’t give in—he knew that. But hearing you bare your heart like this was too much.

“I know you hate me. You should,” you continued, your voice trembling. “But I’ve always loved you… I never stopped.”

Jungwon’s mind screamed at him to step away, to protect himself, but he couldn’t. Instead, he knelt before you, his hands finding yours. He pulled you to your feet and, without hesitation, pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was slow and tender, filled with longing and heartbreak. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears mingling with the water.

“I missed you so much,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

“I missed you too, baby. More than you can imagine,” Jungwon replied softly, his forehead resting against yours.

Despite the tears streaming down your cheeks and the ache in your chest, you smiled—a sweet, innocent smile that caught Jungwon off guard. It was a smile so pure that he couldn’t help but return, his heart swelling with the overwhelming realization that he was still, completely and utterly, in love with you.

He leaned in once more, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was slow and romantic. It wasn’t rushed or desperate but filled with care. His lips moved against yours with tenderness, as if you might shatter in his hands.

When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, you reached for him instinctively, your hands gripping his wet shirt as you pulled him closer. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, his embrace enveloping you like the warmth of home. The water from the shower poured over you both, but Jungwon didn’t care. Not about the guilt. Not about the soaked clothes. Nothing else mattered when you were in his arms.

Once the shower was over, he handed you a pair of his clothes—a long blue t-shirt that you recognized immediately and a pair of boxers. He helped you into the bed, tucking you under the covers that smelled faintly of him. You sank into the warmth and comfort, feeling safe in his world once again.

Jungwon, however, didn’t join you. He retreated to the couch, leaving you alone in his bed. The action was strange, but your body was too heavy and your mind too tired to dwell on it. The moment your head hit the pillow, you drifted into a deep sleep.

“Yes, she’s on the bed… Don’t worry, nothing happened.”

The words floated through your hazy mind, muffled and distorted as though they were part of a dream. But as your eyes opened, the voices didn’t fade.

Sleepily, you shuffled toward the kitchen, drawn by the sound of muffled conversation. Peeking in, your heart crumbled at the sight before you.

Jungwon was talking to another woman.

His smile was radiant—so big and genuine that it stopped you in your tracks. You couldn’t recall ever seeing him smile like that, not even with you. She was smiling too, her expression genuine and pure. The sight made your stomach stir.

Your throat tightened as your eyes filled with tears. The knot in your chest grew unbearable, and you felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. You turned away, retreating to the bathroom on shaky legs.

Inside, you dressed quickly, wanting to just leave his house. Standing before the mirror, you stared at your reflection—pathetic and broken. You bit your bottom lip nervously, a hopeless attempt to suppress the sob that threatened to escape.

What were you expecting? That after all this time, Jungwon would still be waiting for you, alone? How foolish. How naive.

“YN…” His voice called from the other side of the door, soft but steady.

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. Without a word, you opened the door and stepped out.

Jungwon’s eyes immediately searched your face. “Let me explain—” he started, his voice gentle but urgent.

“You don’t need to explain anything,” you interrupted, your voice firm despite the tremble underneath. “You’ve moved on, and that’s okay. The only thing I wanted was to tell you that I’m sorry. Thank you for taking care of me yesterday.”

The words spilled from your lips in a rush, leaving no room for protest. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and stormed out of the apartment, the door slamming shut behind you, leaving behind a confused cousin and your heartbroken lover.

Tears blurred your vision, but you forced yourself to keep moving. Your chest ached, and your throat burned as you swallowed the sobs threatening to escape. The truth was undeniable: the past couldn’t be undone. And now, you had to face the reality that the man you loved had found happiness without you. Or that's what you thought.

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[thebeeshaveknees]

Uhhhh so I decided my first attempt at a trolls fic would be a rewrite of the whole third movie because I'm Silly and I wanted to put JD x DD as like frenemies but romance but I ended up going heavy on the romance and it made me sad so I'm throwing it to the wolves for judgement

When John Dory had fallen into Delta Dawn's pod yet again, he hadn't expected to wake up with a ladybug on his chest.

He nudged her with his foot to wake her up. "Uh. DD."

She grumbled some alliterate curse at him, but rolled over and also saw the ladybug. "John, on my life if you don't get that vermin out of my bed I'll make you walk to the jailhouse in your underthings."

He picked it up, rolled out of bed and was about to put it on the floor when he got smacked upside the head. "Not on my floors neither', John, it's your woods' bug."

John sighed dramatically, waddling to the window with the bug held at arm's reach. "Could you get the window?"

Dawn opened the window latch and John tipped the insect up trying to fit it through, and he noticed the note. "It's a messenger ladybug?" He showed her the underside with eight squirmy legs and a note tied to it with a string. Dawn cringed but grabbed the note around its spindly legs and JD put it out the window. "Sheriff mail?"

She gave him a short look. "Yes, you snoop, now put on a shirt." She said, sitting herself down on the bed to read the letter.

JD threw on his leather jacket, before peeking over DD's shoulder at the note.

"Nothin' interesting, interloper." She teased, looking up at him. "A troll from Pop Village is missing, I'll up patrols for a little while, but it's already been a month - really, ladybugs for messengers.

Something in John's gut twisted, and he'd been following his gut for two decades without fail. "What's their name?"

She opened the letter again. "Branch. Dark blue hair, teal skin, dull coloured." She read, before looking back up at him.

John Dory froze. He felt his stomach twist in knots. "From Pop Village?"

"You look pale, darlin."

"Did it say anything about his disappearance?"

She put her hand on his shoulder, but went back to reading the letter. "Says he was taken from Pop Village by something, it left a trail to the big folks' road but no farther." She looked at him. "You know the troll?"

"He's my brother." John blurted before he could really think it through, leaning into Delta, eyeing the cardstock in her hand. "My baby brother."

"I'm sorry, darlin." She said very softly, wrapping her arm around his shoulder. "When are you leaving?"

"As soon as the market opens, I need to stock up."

"Any ideas where he could be?"

"Not yet, but it's Bitty, I'm sure I could… Maybe I could ask my other brothers for help."

DD sighed, but put her head on his. "Should I come along, interloper?"

JD let his eyelids droop. "I wish, but it seems a traveler can only ever chase the Dawn."

She snorted. "How on earth did I fall for a poet?" She pulled John further into her side. "Don't go chasing what's waiting for you, cowboy."

"If I didn't, how would I keep you on your hooves, Sheriff?"

She sighed, and both just enjoyed the warmth for a moment. "Be safe, you hear?"

"As safe as I usually am." John replied.

They waited for the market to open, for John to leave, in warm silence.

[reignpage]

Best Friends Forever

Geto Suguru as your college bff who you really shouldn't be lusting over. Warning: 18+, MDNI, nsfw, fem!reader, body dysmorphia, cursing, smut, porn with plot, unprotected sex, creampie, friends with benefits, angst if you squint, vulgar language, cunnilingus, occasional slapping, overuse of pet names lol, praise kink, typos

“Hurry the fuck up, seriously!”

You groaned. It wasn’t your fault the jeans weren’t fitting the way they used to, pushing a roll of fat over the zipper. There was no way you were going to Gojo’s party; not only had you clearly gained a couple pounds, but you were also just feeling nothing short of shit. To put it mildly.

Pressing your lips with an embarrassed blush, you mumbled through the door separating you and your best friend, Suguru, barely a whisper, “’m not going.”

“The fuck?”

His confused growl was very shortly followed by loud thumps against the wood, shaking the barrier. You, in true broke college student fashion, were living in a shoebox with thin walls, paying an extortionate amount of money every month to a lousy landlord who always smelt like cheap beer.

Perfume bottles and scattered papers shook on your desk, the vibrations from his pounding no doubt waking up all of your neighbours. Internally groaning, you rolled your eyes. You were going to have to face their judgmental glares. Again. As if any of them had any right; you had never complained about the family to your right’s obnoxious laughing at 4am or the heavy footfalls of your upstairs neighbour, not even the disgustingly pornographic moaning coming through the wall your bed was pressed against. 

You unlocked the door, pulling it open before his stupid fist could punch a hole through it. Coming face to face with the raised brow of Suguru who was eyeing you up and down. If he had been anyone else, maybe you would have felt a little shy about being in a bra and unzipped jeans, or ashamed about the piles of dirty clothes and trash littering your room. But the boy in front of you had seen so much already, neither one of you cared anymore.

In fact, his roommate, Gojo’s room was so much worse than yours you knew Suguru considered yours practically spotless. 

“I’m not going," you said louder.

He pushed past you, inspecting the haphazardly thrown clothes on your bed. Hand on his hip and finger pressed to his lips, Suguru’s eyes darted between your bed to your figure. “What about the sweater you wore to Shoko’s housewarming?”

You shook your head, fingers itching against a reddening spot on your wrist. He just cocked his brow once more, in question. Gritting your teeth, you threw your hands in the air and spluttered, “B-because it’s ugly!”

Suguru didn’t look convinced. 

“It looked fine to me when you wore it and got hit on by three guys.”

“Oh, please, a guy would hit on a bush if it brushed up against him.”

He shrugged, not denying your statement. 

You hated these moments. Nothing was going right, and you certainly didn’t have the time to be messing around, actually you were pretty sure you were already late. The kind of late that would have Gojo chastising you, whining about making him wait. 

Eventually, with some choice words from Suguru and lots of complaints from yourself, he managed to wrestle you into a pink sweater, shoving a hand in your face when you began to argue about how it was just ‘not the vibe’. But as you both made a move toward the door of your apartment, his firm hand circling your wrist as he dragged you along, you started to panic. 

Everyone was going to be there, and you hadn’t even bothered doing your makeup, too preoccupied with the disaster that was your closet. 

“Wait, Sugu! Please.” 

Perhaps it was the desperation lacing your voice or the nails that you dug into his forearm, but he stopped, swivelling to face you. 

A flush ran up your face, a heat that made you bite your lips sheepishly. Of course you were aware you were being dramatic, still, surely, he would understand the overwhelming feeling of insecurity that sporadically washed over everyone. Except, when your eyes met his, you realised that probably didn’t apply to Geto Suguru. 

Not with his broad shoulders, towering height, rippling muscles, rock hard abs, and a face that made women blush. He was also incredibly smart, considered one of the brightest minds on campus, and all the times he had helped you with your essays and given you corrections on answers you didn’t realise were wrong was a clear indication of that. Everyone who was anyone knew Suguru, and Satoru, they were a package deal: the hottest men on campus. 

He must have seen something in your eyes, maybe the tears, but he sighed, grip on your wrist weakening but not unclasping, the warmth seeping through his skin to yours and it made you shuffle your feet. Now was certainly not the time for those feelings to resurface, you reminded yourself.

“Oh, Angel,” he breathed out, brows furrowed as he stepped closer to your, his chest grazing the tips of yours. “You’re not feeling it tonight, huh?”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry, Sugu. Really. I think I’m just going to stay in tonight, maybe get started on that essay. But you should totally go, Gojo will be so upset with you if you bail last minute.”

He huffed with amusement, thumb rubbing your knuckles. 

“He’ll live.” And with a more serious tone, he asked gently, like he might spook you, “What’s wrong, hm? You feeling sick?”

You dropped your head against his chest, buried between his pecs which his tight black shirt highlighted. Oh God, how you love that shirt. It made you, and every woman (and man) drool. In truth, the way it hugged his body emphasised his broad shoulders, thick biceps and narrow hips. He was built like a whore. 

“No,” you sighed, “I just feel ugly.”

Suguru tilted your head up with a firm hand on the back of your head, tugging your hair so you would meet his eyes, pulling you away from burying your face into his chest. It didn’t hurt, he was always so gentle, but it was a solid grip, and you couldn’t help but imagine how those big hands could push and pull and bend you into position, yanking your head back to watch your eyes roll back. 

“Ugly? You?” He sounded so incredulous, nothing short of offended on your behalf it made your lips curve ever so slightly. “Baby, you could never be ugly.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re my best friend; you have to say that.”

He grinned, “On the contrary. As your best friend, isn’t it my job to tell you the truth no matter what?”

That made you laugh.

Suguru was generally honest, the perfect student, greatest friend anyone could ever have, and a law-abiding citizen. But he wasn’t above mischief and deception. Everyone knew that he got into as much trouble as his roommate. And judging by the glint in his eyes, you knew he was recalling the same memories as you. 

All the little pranks, the teasing and taunting, bordering on gaslighting, all for the sake of watching you stomp your feet and huff and puff about how rude and conniving he was. And yeah, with the way he was staring at your lips, maybe he was. 

You noticed the twitch of his lips and suddenly you hated your sweater for a completely different reason; you wanted it off. 

“Well, tell me the truth right now. Am I pretty, Sugu? If I was a girl, a stranger, at one of Gojo’s parties, would you approach me?”

His other hand suddenly appeared at the small of your back, pressing you even closer. And oh God, you could feel even more of him like that. He was so hot, it was making you sweat, stomach so solid and body so unyielding, you wanted to rub yourself on every part of him. 

“Oh, baby, you’d be the only girl I’d be thinking of. The only girl I’d want to go home with.”

The late nights thrusting your fingers inside of yourself to the thought of his naked chest bubbling over emboldened you. Pouting, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your hands onto his back, feeling the hard muscles there. “Oh, yeah?”

His eyes narrowed at the sudden change in your voice. It didn’t sound sad or insecure, but rather, teasing, flirtatious, downright seductive. His grip on your hair tightened until you were standing your tiptoes, nose brushing against his, breaths mingling. 

“Thought you were feeling bad, Angel? You don’t sound like a girl who thinks she’s ugly.”

Ever so smart, you knew he was right. You didn’t know why you were suddenly trying to seduce him; you should have been convincing him to go to the party, get drunk and keep Gojo out of trouble. And yet there you were rubbing your tits against his chest, legs pressed together, like a bitch in heat. 

The guilt you were feeling almost stopped you, almost tugged you away, made you create distance and straighten yourself so you could pretend none of it was happening. But then you felt the hardness of something other than his abs pressed against your stomach. Something was poking you and it didn’t take a genius to guess what. 

“Oh, I am feeling bad, Sugu. Soooo bad I think you should stay and make me feel better. Would you, please? Pretty please?”

How could he say no to you when you were looking up at him with wide eyes and pouty lips? His best friend, his good girl. Pleading for his time like a whore? He was going to fuck you like one. 

And that was how you found yourself back in your bed, the pile of clothes thrown off as he pinned you to the bed, one hand climbing up your waist and the other arm beside your head holding himself up as he smothered your moans with his mouth. He was sucking your bottom lip, tongue pushing its way into your mouth, teeth scraping and nipping where he could. 

One of his legs was between yours and you were yanking him closer and closer until his thigh was pressed to your scalding core, rubbing with a desperation that made him swear under his breath as his hand reached your breast under your sweater, tugging down the bra cup so he could cradle the soft flesh in his palm, feeling the weight. 

“Oh, fuck, you’re grinding down on my leg. You feeling good, Angel?” He pushed his head down to suck at your neck, licking over your pulse and inhaling your scent. Suguru was feeling drunk, just as you were, hands gripped his back, running your nails up and down as you whined. 

“Yes, Sugu, oh God, oh God.”

You were going to cum. On his thigh. You knew once the night was over, you’d feel ashamed and embarrassed but not in that moment. No, all you could think about was the pleasure, the intoxicating muscular scent of oak, vanilla and sweat, the heaviness of his body, restraining your body, and the way his sinful mouth was descending to take a nipple. 

He grunted when, with the constant shuffling, your sweater fell down like a wall and with quick hands and sudden movements, he threw it somewhere across the room and expertly got rid of your bra. And then he was sucking and nipping like he was making out with your tits. The other hand twisting and pinching your other nipple, and when he slapped it to watch it bounce you gasped. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful. God, I’ve been dreaming of this.” Suguru was whispering all sorts of hushed confessions against your skin, lathering your breasts with spit as he alternated between them. 

Your hand was in his hair, tugging as you writhed on the bed. It was too much and at the same time not enough. You needed more and as you moaned his name, he understood immediately. 

Kneeling on the bed, he tugged your jeans off, face crumpled in frustration at how tight the material was, refusing to cooperate. Eventually it was off, leaving you in your panties. He exhaled shakily, body still as his eyes zoned in on the thin fabric between your legs. With them spread around his, he could see just how wet you were; you had soaked the gusset, leaving them see-through. The most sinful sight he would ever have the pleasure of seeing. 

In a blink of an eye his head was between your legs, one hand digging into the fat of your thighs, keeping you wide and open for him, and the other running his thumb up and down your clothed slit. 

“All this for me?” He was smirking and in any other circumstance it would have annoyed you; always so cocky, like he knew something you didn’t. 

You couldn’t help yourself, you moaned a yes.

The sound went straight to his cock. 

Without any other words, he shoved his mouth to your pussy, tongue running up your slit through the panties, teasing both yourself and him.

“You taste so good,” he whispered, “God, you’re killing me.”

And as if he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled your panties to the side and pressed his tongue flat against your pussy. You both moaned. Suguru was ravenous, lapping up your juices like a man starved and groaning into your quivering hole. When his tongue flicked against your clit, your thighs wrapped around his head, hands clutching his hair, pulling him deeper inside you. 

“More, Sugu. Pleaseeee.”

He sucked on your bundle of nerves, sending bolts of lightning up your veins as you squirmed. And without warning, he shoved two fingers inside, curling at just the right angle, rubbing against that spongy part of you it made you moan louder. You were so close you could taste it. Eyes shut in ecstasy, you were feeling breathless, lightheaded. Why had you waited so long to let him do this?

You couldn’t remember why you had ever thought this was a bad idea, when it felt so good, so right for his tongue to be lapping the juice dripping down your pussy, his long and thick fingers reaching parts of you you had never before. So caught up in your own pleasure you didn’t even notice the rocking of the bed as your best friend humped the mattress, groaning into your clit every time you pulled on his scalp hard enough to make him roll his eyes back.

“Oh, yes, right there. Fuck, Sugu, don’t stop. Please!”

Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew you sounded like a porn star, and if he wasn’t sucking so good you might have felt the tiniest amount of shame and embarrassment. But when your eyes met his piercing gaze, scalding your very being, all other thoughts evaporated as he pushed you over the edge, back arching painfully, head thrown back as you howled in pure bliss. 

When you came down, you heard him whisper against your pussy.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, “that was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

Through bleary eyes, lids threatening to shut close, you could see his blurry figure removing his shirt, the beefy biceps you loved so much flexing with the movement. Something wet grazed your lips, forcing its way onto your tongue. 

He slapped your ass, jolting you awake. It didn’t hurt, but God you wished it did. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, Angel.” 

You were sucking your essence off his fingers before you could realise, maintaining eye contact as he unzipped his jeans, shuffling until it was pushed down his thighs, just enough for him to release his cock out of the confines of his boxers, a wet patch darkening the material. Perhaps he knew you would have some smart-ass comment about how much he was leaking, hence why he was keeping your mouth occupied with swallowing his fingers. 

“Good girl, you like how you taste? ‘cause I do. You taste so perfect, my sweet girl.”

His cock was much longer, much thicker, and much prettier than his fingers. It was veiny with a pink tip, the head flushing an angry colour as an almost translucent liquid oozed out of the slit. At the base he had one hand fisted around it like he was trying to stop himself from coming. That realisation made your hole flutter. 

“Shuguuu, ah wan yuu inshide,” you whined around his tongue. It was unintelligible, probably not even English, you were feeling so delirious you couldn’t even tell what was happening anymore. After all, everything had happened so fast. 

A rollercoaster you didn’t even remember getting on and had no idea when it would end. You hoped to the high heavens it would never. The air between you two was thick, humid with the thin sheen of sweat on your skin, and the heavy panting from your heaving chests. 

Suguru laughed, head tilting down at you as he took in the sight of your watery eyes, shaking hands wrapped around his forearm as you sucked obediently on his fingers. Your breasts were shiny under the dim light from mouth, nipples stiff, and goosebumps running up and down your body as his gaze shifted to your swampy pussy, so pretty, and so so greedy. 

“You want me inside? Want me to fuck you, baby? Hm? Use your words, pretty. Like a big girl. You can do that right?”

You nodded and when he took his fingers out of your mouth and wiped your saliva all over your cheeks you could have sworn you got even wetter. How was that possible? 

“Sugu, please fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease. I want you inside, want you to fill me up.”

Oh, and when you beg so nicely, how could he ever deny you?

He jerked himself off a couple times, grunting as his cockhead touched your clip, lathering his member with your juice. Suguru’s eyes may have been focused on your puffy lips but his ears were still listening to you babbling about hurrying up and how you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Slowly, like he was afraid to push you too far too soon, he was inching inside you. 

The stretch burned. You were already so wet, so ready for him, but his huge dick was splitting you open, pushing you to your limits as your nails dug into the forearms that caged your head. Both of you were watching him enter, disappearing inside your scalding hole so slowly it made you roll your eyes back again. 

He was whispering encouragements in your ear. How good you were, how beautiful. You tasted so good, so well-behaved, his patient baby, and oh, how he adored your sweet sweet pussy. 

You always knew Suguru had a foul mouth; you’d seen him reduce grown men to tears, keeping Gojo humble, and you on your toes. But as he grinned in your ear about how loud your pussy was with its squelching, you wished he would just shut up. That must have been why you wrapped your legs around his hips, ankles crossing and then shoving him inside with a strength you didn’t know you possessed. 

He bottomed out inside you, tip pressing into that one spot deep in your cavity. 

In sync, you both moaned in each other’s mouths. 

You felt so full, his cock was bulging out of your tummy, imprinting itself in your gummy walls like it was making a home for itself. You could have sworn he was in your actual stomach, stretching all the way to your lungs. He was everywhere; musky scent overwhelming your senses, leaving you drunk off his masculinity, and your tits were rubbing against his chest, the friction so good you couldn’t help but arch your back to get closer.

“Fuck! You’re a little slut, aren’t you? So impatient, huh? Couldn’t wait for me to ease in. Want me to fuck you hard, is that it, baby? You want me to be rough?”

He didn’t wait for your answer, hips pulling back and then shoving his fat cock in mercilessly, reaching deeper and deeper, ignoring your squeals of pain and pleasure. It was so fast, so hard, so rough, you couldn’t breathe. He was fucking the literal life out of you. 

With a panicked haste, your hands buried itself in his hair, desperate to find your bearings and you pulled his face to yours, tongue circling his as you whimpered into his mouth. He was kissing you like his life depended on it, unforgiving and violent in his nipping as he shoved his tongue deep inside your mouth at the same pace he was plunging his cock inside you. 

“Oh, yes, Sugu. Right there, fuckkkk, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Practically sobbing into his mouth, you dug your nails into his shoulders, whining every time his cockhead kissed your cervix. He thumbed your clit, rubbing furious circles like he was punishing you for making him feel so good, or for keeping that pussy away from him for so long. 

“I always knew my pretty best friend would have an even prettier pussy.”

He was so shameless about confessing he had been thinking about you in ways friends shouldn’t think about each other. But you couldn’t say a thing, you were just as desperate for him as he was for you, apparently. 

Suguru pulled back, leaving your clit so he could pinch and suck at your nipples. Every brush of his pelvis against yours drew you closer and closer as his skin kissed your bundle of nerves. 

Suddenly, he sat on his haunches, fingers leaving your tits as his hands gripped your hips in a bruising hold, fucking you onto his cock. 

You moaned every time your pussy lips grazed his pelvis, cockhead pressing against your G-spot again and again. Bouncing with every push and pull, you babbled, hands clutching your tits and pinching the tips the way he had, like you were trying to keep yourself grounded. 

“Wanna cum, pretty girl? Hm?”

“Yes! Yes! Please, S-sugu. Wanna -- fuck-- cum on your cock, wanna show you h-how much I love you.”

You felt him throb inside you, dick growing even bigger. 

His breath stuttered, shocked by your admission and then he kissed you mid-moan. It was messy, uncontrolled and uncoordinated. Saliva dripping down your chins as you struggled to follow his ruthless pace. Totally unlike him but it felt incredible to meet his tongue with yours in a careless dance, twisting against each other in a relentless battle.

“You --fuck­-- love me baby? Wanna shower me in your cum?” Suguru sucked at your neck, thumb rubbing your clit again, more frantically than before like he was beyond teasing you. He needed you to cum on him. “Oh, God, angel, I want that so much. Been dreaming about it.”

So close. You were so close, you just needed one thing from him. 

“Sugu, tell me you love me too!” You sobbed, nails running up and down his back and legs tightening around his hips to shove him even deeper inside you, caging him with your greedy pussy as it clenched down on him, refusing to let him go. 

“Oh, baby. You wanna –ngh- hear me say I love you? That what you need?”

“Yes! Pleaseeee.”

He pressed his lips to your near, licking the shell right before he whispered with a grin, “I love you more, you stupid slut."

Your orgasm came like a tidal wave, so sudden your vision went black for a millisecond, breasts bouncing up and down in a way that was going to leave you so sore the next day. Mouth open in an O shape and eyes so far back in your head, you probably looked like you died. It sure felt like it.

“God, I’m never going to forget how gorgeous you look cumming on my cock,” he growled into your neck, teeth clamping on the curve as he gave shallow but rapid thrusts until his orgasm followed. “Fuckkkk,” his groan was elongated, the low sound barely a rumble against your skin but it vibrated through your bones as you held him tightly to your body, whimpering when you felt his cum painting your walls. 

A beat or two passed, his cock was softening inside of you. Suguru rolled off, slumping down next to you, the cold breeze brushing against your front, and you shivered, feeling so empty it made you wince. His cum was leaking out of your pussy, a mix of your and his essence pooling under your ass and into the bedsheet. Your hole was still clenching, already missing his cock.

In one fell swoop, he pulled you into his arms, head resting on his chest as you both caught your breaths. Suguru pressed light kisses on the top of your head, hand brushing through your locks whilst he whispered literal sweet nothings, thanking you for being so good for him. 

Eventually, it grew quiet. 

Both of you were coming down from your highs and feeling tethered once more by reality. 

You had just fucked your best friend. Or rather, he had just fucked you. Good. Really good. 

“We did it again, huh?” He chuckled. 

With a groan, you smacked his chest. 

“We both promised not to.”

“I know, I know. I’d apologise but I wasn’t the one who started it this time.”

You bit your tongue; you couldn’t argue against that. 

This time you were the one who had started the game you two had been playing on and off for years. It had been weeks since the last time he had fucked you till you forgot your name, actually, over a month ago. Distressing as it was to hold back, you both pretended you were nothing more than just really good friends, ignoring the heat between your gazes as you shared a smoke, or the tight grip of his hands as he squeezed your hips to get past you.

And then you both forgot your promises and ended back in bed together. It was the same story again and again with you two. Not that anyone else knew, that was another promise you both made; keep the game a secret. Still, both you and Suguru couldn’t find it in yourselves to feel regret or remorse. The game was just too addictive.

As he drew shapes on your bare skin, a ping went off. You passed his phone to him, squinting at the bright light. Suguru laughed suddenly, showing you the screen. Gojo had sent two messages.

One read: you better not skip out on my party again >:(

And the other: sigh, say hi to y/n’s pussy for me.

It turned out, neither of you were very good at keeping promises. 

[cherry-leclerc]

purely platonic ☆ ln4

genre: fluff, maybe a bit of angst??, secret crushes, just two idiots who can't read the room of what we call 'feeeelingsss', they friendzone each other without knowing they're friendzoning each other BAHA

word count: 3.8k

It goes without saying that you and Lando are like two peas in a pod; always finding something to do. But when things suddenly shift after the summer break, it leaves you two to settle with the idea of one another with a rather doubtful mind.

req!...got this one a long time ago and the request was kind of confusing?? but i tried to make something out of it hahaha enjoyyy??

“Does this top make my boobs look big?”

Lando’s watercolor eyes quirk up, squint, then shakes his head full of curls. “You don’t have much to worry about.”

You muster a dirty glare before prancing over to the mirror, picking up a tube of gloss, laying it onto your plump lips. When you first started working at McLaren, you never truly thought you would end up here, on holidays with a witty British driver, but your friendship had blossomed rather quickly.

Don’t bother—they taste like absolute rubber.

Looking up to face the mysterious voice, you awkwardly choke, dainty hand dropping the last chocolate wafer. 

Have you tried them?

Lando grins widely before reaching out to pick it up and popping it into his mouth. He winks.

Mmm. New recipe or something like that.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” you call out, pulling the baby voice he hates with a strong passion. Rolling his eyes, he kicks his feet against the bed frame, twisting like a pretzel. As long as I don’t get a ransom call, then yes. Go. You’re giddy with excitement; pick up your purse, spray some perfume—probably the entire bottle—and finally peck his cheek, to which he grimaces, instantly pulling away. 

“Make sure to wake me up once you’re back.”

You do. Patting him, you eagerly bounce up and down against the fluffy mattress. “Brazil was a mistake.” His lashes flutter tiredly, skin slightly pink from rubbing his eyelids. Why? Folding your legs beneath your butt, you huff, tangled hair flying towards him. He can almost smell the sea salt that lingers onto your clothes, the scent of aperol spritz. It makes him wonder how many you’ve taken as he props up against his elbows, dark brows drawn together with attentiveness. 

“First of all, I paid for the entire thing.” No, he gasps. You nod, pursing your lips tightly. “I’ve never seen someone so tan turn paper white in a matter of seconds. It was quite fascinating, actually. Sucks,” you ponder, shoulders dropping drastically. “He was stupidly gorgeous too.” 

I hate it when they do that. You laugh, eyes crinkling with true emotions for the first time that night. “He did dance like a pro though, oh God, I could barely keep up.” A lazy arm flies up to massage your neck, wincing as if you’ve just stubbed your toe against a brick wall. “I might have to see a chiro.” Tapping your finger against your chin, you close your eyes. “After all that, he invited me back to his place.”

The Brit sits up straight away, turns on the lamp that sits besides him. “Why are you here then?” he screeches. You curl a brow. The fuck is that supposed to mean? Lando sighs heavily and rubs his temples before flashing you with a pair of stern eyes. “We’re here to have fun, remember? Sex, sex, sex. That’s our priority.” The twenty-four year old relaxes against the comfy pillows. “We made a pact.”

“But I just—” You become visibly green, too grossed out with the idea. “He was handsome—don't get me wrong—a fucking hunk.” He gags. “Probably had a massive dick.” You’re disgusting! A giggle erupts while you wiggle your way underneath the covers. “But I think I need to form an actual connection with someone in order to actually…yeah. A connection.”

It was about five months ago that you got dumped. Constant travels, not enough quality time. Too much work, not enough fucking. Far too lovey dovey eyes batted towards a certain brunette—that’s where you drew the line. You stood up for yourself; for Lando. It had taken you years to gain his trust and now that you had an unbreakable bond, you weren’t going to let the first insecure man make you feel like shit for it. But he didn’t like it, leaving you to cry on someone else’s shoulder. 

For some factor, the Brit felt bad. Perhaps it was his fault—perhaps he did intervene—but he was pissed too. For the way your ex had treated you, for him even considering the twenty-four year old would hit on somebody’s girlfriend. He knew the difference between flirting and a platonic relationship. Yeah. You were better off.

Brazil was great. Summer break was great. One night stands were great. At least he thought so.

Placing his hands over his broad chest, he releases a breath. “That’s actually pretty cute.” A sudden growl slides up your throat as you kick his shin. He scoots further away. “I only suggested because I thought it’d help…”

“Now you know.” A beat. “I can’t keep up with the Sex God.” Loopy eyes flicker over at him. “I’m talking about you, Sex Machine. Sex enthusiast. Can’t keep it in his pants— ”

He gruffs. “Understood.” He steals the blanket away as you squeal, hands flying out to tug it back towards your body. “Loud and clear.”

-

He had a plan to visit as many places as possible, and while that was fun for a while, you reasonably started to miss home. I’m tapping out, you would declare when you got to Bali, enjoying the view with an exhausted state. Last one. But he would somehow, always, convince you. There’d be too much to see. Too much to experience. And you would stay.

It’s only up until Australia where you find yourself taking an actual break. Maybe it was because you were staying at Daniel’s, but you were grateful nonetheless. Days consisted of hikes, rodeos, undercooked steak, wine, and dirt biking. Quite fun—definitely better than being back home feeding your pet fish. Ms. Lockwood has it all taken care of, thank you very much. 

“This is nice,” the Australian murmurs as he bites down on a slice of pizza. “I’m glad you guys made a pitstop.”

Wandering eyes roam the open field, dusty boots kicked up against his car. “Us too.”

Lando clicks his tongue knowingly, tilting his head at you as you hush him. For once in his life, he was glad to have someone around. Oftentimes, there’d be moments where people would assume you two were dating—possibly even married—but it was simply an unhinged friendship. Exactly what he was looking for. Thank God all of that is over now.

“How long have you two been together?” Heidi asks sweetly, leaning against her boyfriend. Mid-sip, you spit, red wine painting Lando’s white tee. Bloody hell, he moans, drying his face with the back of his hand. “Sorry,” you gurgle. “We’re not…” When you gag, the Brit scoffs.

“She’s too immature. You think I would willingly sign up for that?” The couple share a skeptical glance, eyebrows raised to where he hands you a napkin. “Come on, mate, who do you take me for?”

As you both make your way over to the house, Daniel and Heidi settle into a deep conversation. There was not a single doubt within them that you two weren’t meant for one another. It made perfect sense—but why were you both so blinded to the idea? 

“Hmm,” the blond says. “Two months of traveling together? That just doesn’t happen.” Heidi spins on her heel, facing the Australian. “There’s obviously a connection between them.”

-

Men like you are the reason I left Finland. Men like you are the reason I left Finland. A sip of water. Men like you are the reason I left Finla—

“What are you even talking about?” Lando groans from his seat. Peeking over at him, you shrug, and continue mumbling. “For the love of God, must you keep repeating yourself? You’re making a simple twenty minute drive feel like four hours—stop it already.” 

Coldly glaring at him, you pinch your face like a clam and point a narrow finger at him. “Men like you are the reason I left Finland.”

The Brit lets out a scream and jumps towards you, slapping a large hand over your mouth. You squirm for a good minute before biting down, forcing him to pull away with a sudden hiss. “Rascal.”

The view was breathtaking; the white snow, the green trees, the sunlight beaming from afar. His agenda continued and you kept tagging along. You’ve never visited, so everything was a pleasing journey. Staring out the foggy window of the van, you pout, pondering. “You’ve seriously never watched Confessions of a Shopaholic?”

“A Cock-A-Who?”

You laugh. “Not even close. I’m not doing this again.”

You’re sure you get frostbite by the end of the day, but the Northern Lights make up for it. After snapping a couple thousand pictures, you finally settle down on the snow next to him. “Hey.” A white puff exits his mouth, chapped lips. 

“Hey.”

The silence prolongs, then you let out a sore cough, taking a sip of hot chocolate. You can’t help but roll your eyes when you barely get a drop, realizing he had finished it all while you weren't looking. “Out of all the places we’ve been to, this has to be my favorite.” You direct your attention over to him. “Thank you for bringing me along. It means a lot.”

“Ah. Don’t mention it.”

You hum. “I never get bored of you.” You can hear his snowsuit scratch as he shifts to face you, wide eyes admiring the colorful lights. “I keep thinking I might—even just a little bit—but I don’t. It’s weird.”

He chuckles, relaxing. “I’m glad you haven’t. We’ve been traveling for a while now, so if that were the case, then I’d be worried.”

Pursing your lips, you let out a sheepish grin. “You’re like…the Suze to my Rebecca.”

“Is that supposed to be a good thing?”

Finally, you turn to him, taking in his puppy lost state. Specks of snowflakes cling onto his long lashes, the bridge of his nose is beet red, a hint of dried blood coats his overly frozen lips. Patting his shoulder, you let out a light whistle.

“Let’s just say, I never want to leave Finland.”

-

The season picks up once again, and so do the travels. But they’re not the same. Maybe it has to do with the fact that it’s not only you two anymore. Sure, you have your friends, but…it’s not the same. The thought alone is confusing, but you don’t let yourself think about it too long. Running after Oscar, you hand him a black binder. “What's this?”

“Not sure. Zak just wants you to read over it before the meeting.”

Frantically, he skims the white pages, flipping eagerly. You giggle. “I know it looks bad, but it’s not!” The Australian barely has a chance to protest before you skip away, shooting a quick thumbs up. “Take notes!”

Reaching the familiar dressing room, you find yourself gently knocking, foot tapping against the tiles. He swings open with a loopy grin. “Hey.”

“Hey.” A beat. “Meeting in ten minutes. Don’t be late.”

He nods. “Is there anything I should go over?”

You shake your head, extending a singular piece of paper towards the British driver. “As long as you go over these notes, then you’ll do just fine.” You take a step back. “Ten, Lando, ten.”

“Got it.”

You’re the last one entering the crowded conference room, teasing snickers spilling from McLaren colleagues. Zak claps loudly. “Great! Let’s get started.”

You’re bored halfway through, zoned out, doodling onto your notebook. You were aware of everything, so you suppose it didn’t really matter. Gray led slides coolly. A sharp sound rips you away from your daydreaming as you look up, eyes flickering between the three main men.

“I wasn’t aware there was any special treatment.” His accent is laced with humor, brown eyes drifting over to you. You curl a brow at Oscar. 

Zak chuckles. “I wasn’t either.” 

Once the meeting is adjourned, Lando strolls over to where you sprawl onto a row of chairs, blanked out. He swallows a chuckle down. “You alright?”

“What have I done?” You sit up, maniatic eyes dancing . “I’ve never done that before—not intentionally.”

The Brit closes an eye teasingly before releasing. “The notes?”

Leaping up, you march over to him. “Yes, the notes! Since when do I sum up things for your benefit? God, I didn’t even think about Oscar…”

“I’m sure you weren’t thinking straight. We all know you like to help both of us out.”

A queasy feeling flips inside of you as you tilt your head. He was right. You got caught up, made one set of bullet points, and coincidentally gave it to Lando. No further meaning.

“I need coffee.”

-

As soon as you bolted out of McLaren Hospitality, Lando made his way through the paddock. “Norris,” a deep voice calls out. Alex grins widely, jogging closer. 

“Done for the day?”

Alex nods. “What about you?”

“I think so. Had my last meeting. Reckon I should be good.”

The Williams drivers shimmies with a low chuckle. “Why are you still here then?”

The Brit freezes. “I actually don’t know…”

Huh, Alex hums. 

“You’re looking for someone?”

He unfreezes, chest tightening. “I don’t know.”

-

“Hey, hey, watch out.”

“Daniel!” you shriek. He lets out a toothy smile, extending his arm out as a silent greeting, cup of coffee in hand. You rip it away, taking a large chug. “Thank you—gotta to go.”

“Wait.” He reaches for the hem of your shirt, stopping you from slipping away. “Are you okay? You look a bit…” He motions a crazy sign. You glare back at him. 

“I need air, I need air,” you gasp, zigzagging past him. Running after you, he hauls you into the nearest restroom. You screech, panicking. “Air, Daniel, air.”

“What happened?”

Something in his voice tells you he knows. You don’t want him to know. How could anyone know what you don’t even know? No one can know. 

“You’re right—I’m losing my mind.” You step out of his embrace. “Let me out before I kill you.”

Brown eyes stare back in amusement. “You can be honest with me.”

“I’ll scream, Daniel.”

“Be honest with yourself.”

“I’m a black belt. My limits are endless.”

“Just say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say it.”

You close your eyes, groan, and kick the wall. “Shit, I like Lando.”

Heavy pants, desperate huffs. Anticipating eyes, nervous fiddling with your hair. His lack of response makes it all worse. 

Daniel clicks his tongue. “I knew it.”

-

“Want anything?” he asks, gazing up at the wall of foreign treats. Singapore knew what they were doing. Your voice catches, releases, then wave him off. Weird, he thinks to himself, but continues to pay for his own sweets. The way you prance around the small convenient store makes him smile, occasionally making sure you were still there.

“I won’t be going to the next race. Thought you should know.”

It obviously catches him off guard as he spins to face you with a neutral expression. He’s good at hiding things—feelings. 

“I…um…” He coughs. “Can I ask why?”

“It’s my Nana’s birthday.” A beat. “She only has so many left, dude.”

The Brit would love to relax and laugh at your dark humor, but one simple word makes him deflate, nodding along with a sheepish look. He hands you a bag of penguin gummies. “From me, to her.”

The colorful bag crunches against your touch, awkwardly beaming at it, then looking up into his soft stare. “She has diabetes, but thanks.”

-

He realizes just how much he misses you once you jump onto the plane back home. He had been kind enough to offer to drive you to the airport, and you had been rude enough to decline. A weak exchange of words ensued between you two before reluctantly coming to an agreement.

Here is fine!

Blue eyes wander the busy drop off zone; humming with concern. 

Let me help you with your bags, then.

No! Drive safe, Lando. Oh—and make sure to take your vitamins! 

The British driver wonders why he feels different; pacing the room back and forth. Vitamin C is important. He eyes his watch. That’s probably why—he forgot to take them. Or maybe it was his biotin. 

“Mate! You have my charger!” The twenty-four year old gazes at his taking door and makes his way over. Daniel stands with loopy eyes, half shaved mustache. “Bon Iver died mid-For Emma, so you better hurry and give it to me.”

“I have it right here, chill.” The Australian invited himself in, brown orbs flickering carefully through the dark room. He chuckles. 

“Can’t find your birth control?”

Lando cocks his head to the side, recognizing his mess that lies on the floor. The orange bottles make him stutter, briskly pushing the white charger towards his friend. “B6, I’m looking for my—” A nervous hand runs through his messy hair. “Got what you need? Great. Off you go.”

“Ah, ah—hold on a second; is that my girl, Isla Fisher?”

The Brit cackles, remembering about his open computer. “How do you know?”

Daniel plops down. “Confessions of a Shopaholic? Classic. Heidi loves it.”

The brunette hums, finding a spot next to the Aussie. “Who’s Suze?”

“Have you not been paying attention?”

“I’ve been looking for my calcium!”

The thirty-four year old pouts. “I thought it was your R2-D2?”

“Clever.” 

A Tim Burton looking girl comes on-screen, perfect bangs hanging just above her brows. The redhead and black haired duo exchange a small phone back and forth, panic evident. “That’s Suze. She’s Becky’s best friend. They go through a bit of a rough patch, but they come back together, don’t worry.”

“Suze? Rebe…” He pales. “Friends?”

“You thought they were lesbos?”

Lando shakes his head, harshly. “What about Finland?”

“A fantasy land, sort of.” Daniel props up against his elbows. “It’s her getaway from all her debt. It’s real, but it’s not real.” The blue eyed boy’ shoulders droop furthermore as he watches the scene play out.

“Friends…”

Chomping down on a mysterious pill, Daniel shrugs. “Mhm. Just friends.”

-

It’s safe to say that you’re refreshed. You thought things through—you could never speak about your sudden realization. This probably happens all the time, all around the world, nothing to see here. Your feelings were there, but they wouldn’t be your downfall. Not when he mattered this much to you. 

“Read over this. Pay close attention to three and seven—Zak is going to ask you about it.” Lando hums slowly, eyes tracing your beauty. You’re a shade tanner due to your small vacation, if you can call it that, and that somehow tugs at his heart. If he pays close enough attention, then he could point out a few new freckles. “Any questions?”

He blinks. “Zero. Thank you.”

“Just doing my job.”

Something has shifted inside of him, something…new? Every chance he gets, he would peek and admire the way you laugh with a couple of the engineers, with Zak. Then, he would have to pinch and remind himself that he was your friend; nothing more, nothing less.

“Any additional notes? Oscar? Lando?”

Raising your hand timidly, you beam. “If I could suggest one thing, maybe we can keep the floor the same? I know we spoke on how a drastic change can possibly lengthen our kph, but if we actually think about it, then we would be able to see that it’ll only worsen things. It’s perfect, really, where it’s at. What we should be focusing on instead are other areas. Find ways to lighten the car, mark our attention to the aerodynamics.” Red creeps carefully onto your cheeks, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you shrug. “Just a…thought.”

Zak hums, crossing his arms in deep thought. “We could do that…we could definitely do that.” He grins. “Boys?”

“Anything to make us faster, count me in,” Oscar agrees, voice steady.

“We should change it.”

Everyone turns to face the twenty-four year old. Pens glide faster, keys click harder, and you stumble clumsily. “Sorry?”

Lando tsks. “I like what you were saying, but we need to change it in order to stand a chance against the Red Bulls. They’ve cracked the code, and we’re so close. We need to adapt.”

You burn up. “I’m sorry, but I disagree, Lando. Things should stay the same. Same is safe. Change is…” You lick your lips, biting down momentarily. “Not necessary. Not when things are already good where they’re at.”

The British driver hisses. Oscar jumps at the cold sound. “Safe is a pussy move. How will you ever know what could have happened? One thing can flip everything around.” His eyes soften. “A-and put us in front of the grid for good. Good, good.”

Caught in the flame, you grit your teeth together. Who were you to have a say after all? Your attention circles the quiet room before nodding stiffly. “Alrighty then.”

-

“You embarrassed me in front of everyone!”

Lando frantically chases after you, shoes squeaking with every drastic turn. “I was just being honest!”

The sudden speed you turn back to face him with makes him flinch, forced to come to a halt. He can practically see the fumes exiting your body. “But did you have to say it in that tone?”

“What tone? I didn’t have a tone.”

“Yes! Yes, you did!” You continue your march. “Oh, hi! I’m Lando Norris, professional Formula One driver, who knows everything you don’t.”

“I do not sound like that.”

“You’re right. You sound worse.” A huff. “Listen, I’m not actually mad, but I do need time to myself, so can you please…” You motion him away and he scoffs. Are you being serious right now? “I am! Leave!”

He sort of replicates a zombie, the way he drags his feet back to hospitality. Was he really ready for any of this? He liked you, a lot, but things like this would eventually stir up in any relationship, and maybe he didn’t have the strength in him to fix things yet. But if you stayed friends, then…yeah. Things would stubbornly fix themselves.

You, on the other hand, have a sudden bounce in your step. A stride. This is what you needed. Suddenly, your stupid little crush wasn’t as important as you had imagined. Fights would bubble between you two if you ever dared cross the invisible line, and you weren’t the biggest fan in facing them. Friends. That’s all this was.

Daniel crosses Lando first, intrigued by his dead-like state. “What’s up with you now?”

The Brit blinks. “I’m no Luke, Danny.” He kicks a rock. “I’m fine, however, being a Suze.”

Son of a bitch, the Australian thinks as he watches his friend stroll away. He actually paid attention. 

Placing his headphones back onto his head, he continues his walk down the paddock, confused. When you make your way with a bright smile, he, too, reciprocates. Your lips move fast, hand gestures flying theatrically, and he can’t hear a single thing. The Alpha Tauri driver snakes his hand to slip them off once again. “Having a g’day?”

“Best,” you beam. “Connection lost.”

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[innerfare]

Random Mihawk Headcanons

Summary: a random collection of Mihawk headcanons

CW: None // SFW

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Can’t stop adopting strays to save his life. He’s a sucker for a mangy cat or unwashed pirate. Perona was quite literally the only hygienic guest he’d ever had at his castle. Zoro’s bathhouse allergy only further endeared him to Mihawk. 

Also such a cat person in general. He’s introverted, too. Prefers the peace and quiet, enjoys sitting with a glass of wine, a good book, and a purring cat in his lap. That being said, for whatever reason, he just can’t help but gravitate toward rambunctious dogs who get mud on the carpet (i.e., Shanks). 

In general, has a magnet pull toward things he disdains and even outright despises. In relationship terms, this means he claims to want someone who will make him better, but he will really only go for someone who will make him worse. King of guilty pleasures.

Suffered the loss of someone he loved dearly when he was quite young. Shanks knew the person, too, thus their bond. The person died at the hands of a marine who saw no consequences, thus beginning Mihawk's reign as the dreaded Marine Hunter.

Is actually a horrible shot. Can't fire a gun or bow and arrow to save his life. Claims to dislike these weapons and refuses to fire them because an honorable fight can only take place in close quarters (or something like that) in order to save face. Only Shanks, Beckman, and Zoro know he can't shoot.

Smells so good. Has a fondness for jewels and shiny metal, fine wine, and other such luxuries, but expensive perfume has always been his weakness. A bottle was the first thing he purchased after his first big score as a pirate. 

Complains incessantly about being bored but is such a creature of habit that it’s a cage of his own making, low key. He wants excitement, but he also doesn’t like sleeping in a bed that isn’t his own or sipping wine he doesn’t like from a glass he did not hand select. He’s only grown more particular with age. 

Has a sentimental side. The type to keep small mementos to remind him of various events and people. Sometimes goes back through these mementos when he'd had a bit too much wine to drink. These include everything from his first sword to a copy of Shanks' first wanted poster.

Hates how people act around him- the infamous Mihawk. Be it kissing his ass or tripping over their words because they’re scared, he hates being ogled. Actually bonded with Crocodile over how annoying the masses, as he calls them, are in that regard. 

Claims to hate it when the Red Hair pirates come to stay because they always make a mess of things, but smiles to himself every time he passes the tapestry a drunk Lucky Roux somehow managed to rip a hole in despite its place so high on his wall. 

Though he had a perfectly logical reason for telling Crocodile to spare Buggy, he would have gone to bat for the Clown regardless due to his connection to Shanks, not that he would ever admit to this. Why Shanks is soft on Buggy is completely lost on Mihawk. 

Doesn’t do anything half-assed, and part of that means reading up on everything he does. Gardening? Stack of books. Cooking? Another stack of books. Interior design? More books. 

Total wine snob (obviously). Likes his wine as red as blood and dry as Alabasta. If it’s sweet, he doesn’t consider it to be a wine and scoffs at it. Only respects wine drinkers who share his particular taste. Nearly died when he found Buggy’s cellar full of rosé. 

Has repaired roofs and walls, but is a bit lost on how to decorate his castle beyond high-quality basics (silk sheets, fine glassware, etc.). Would appreciate someone’s thoughts on wall art, fine china, and furniture. 

If Beckman were not in the picture, would take his place as Shanks’ first mate in a heartbeat. Would also never admit this, pretends to hate the idea of being on a crew. Also has sexual tension with Beckman that has never been addressed, probably never will be.  

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[megameatymatt]

Die For Me - Matt Sturniolo

Toxic Fwb Stoner!Matt X Reader

Summary: Matt and Y/N are fwb ( friends with benefits), But what if Y/N wants more?

slightly proof read

WARNINGS: smut, toxic, soft!dom matt, mentions of alcohol, drugs, and weed, overthinking??? angst??

requested?: nope

word count: 801

A/N: I apologize in advance, Feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! stay slutty ok bye💋

Y/n - Pink

Matt- blue

"Pull up, baby, I need you to slide for me You know how I love it when you ride on me"

9:15

You shuffle through your makeup drawer preparing for a date with a guy you met a few weeks ago. The air was filled with the scent of your perfume and the soft hum of your favourite playlist. As you apply your mascara your phone buzzes with a new message from Matt.

It read: 

"Hey Y/N can u come over I miss you"

"Chris and Nick aren't home.."

"pretty please"

You pause, your fingers hovering over the screen. You know the routine with Matt—hang out, get high,  then fuck. It’s always been straightforward, but lately, your feelings have grown more complicated. You love him in a way that goes beyond just fun and games, and it’s starting to hurt.

You text back:

"I’m actually getting ready for a date rn. I’m not sure..."

Matt’s response was fast, almost too fast:

"Please baby, we can make it quick"

"please I fucking need you"

You’ve been here before, caught between wanting to protect yourself and the irresistible urge to be near Matt. You can’t ignore the fact that you’re setting yourself up for heartbreak if you go through with this. You want more from him, but he’s always been clear about not wanting anything serious.

A sigh escapes your lips as you consider your choices. The date tonight could turn into something special, But the lure of Matt and the hope that he might feel the same way you do is hard to ignore.

With a heavy heart, you decide to respond:

"be there in 10"

"i love you"

Your stomach fills with butterflies.

You decided to take the long way to his house. The drive was like a distraction, a temporary escape from the gnawing sadness of your situation. You even tried blasting music as loud as you possibly could, but your thoughts keep drifting back to Matt. You knew you'd end up in his bed, and you weren't mad. But you felt stuck

9:45

He greets you with his usual easy smile and a warm hug, and you both slip into his bedroom. "Want a puff?" He says holding the blunt in front of you. "I'm good. I've actually been trying to quit"

He nods and turns his music down. before laying down on his bed beside you. "I missed you so much Y/N". You hated how your stomach flipped and spun every time he was near you. You turn your head and smile "I've missed you more matt." He's already buzzed, He's more giddy than usual. He still has a smile on his face while his eyes shoot from your eyes and your lips over and over again. 

"You're the prettiest girl i've ever met" He says staring into your eyes. "I love you." It's now you realize he's been drinking as well, you smell it in his breath, and there's a bottle of tequila on his nightstand. 

You hated how you loved him but before you knew it, your body flew on top of him as your lips connected. 

He quickly undresses you and pulls down your shorts. Your hands travel every inch of his body as he places hickeys down from your neck to your tits. 

"Y/N" He moans, "I need you, Fuck, you make me crazy".  "Ride me baby" And without a second thought you align his dick with your pussy and start moving.

"Fuck matt!" You squeal as Matt starts thrusting into you. Tears fall from the outer corners of your eyes as you dig your nails deep into his shoulders

"Matt" You whine "i know baby, i know. just take it f'me okay?" He moans as his fingers dig into your hips. It feels like pure ecstasy, But just like ecstasy, it's addictive. It'll be the death of you two one day, But right now it's bliss.

10:40

"I'm close Matt, so close'' You choke out. "Cum f'me baby " That's all he needed to say as you release all over his cock. He came shortly after And you collapse on his chest. 

a familiar mix of pleasure and sadness wash over you. You love these moments, the closeness and the connection, but the underlying feelings you had for him felt like a knife to the heart.

You rest your head on his shoulder as his fingers comb through your hair."You were so good for me baby" He says. His voice is deep and raspy. "i love you"

You knew you shouldn't take it seriously, it only translates to: "I love when you give in and we fuck" But it still made you smile. But instead of saying it back you try and ignore it knowing he probably didn't mean it, and he probably never will

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[d0g0r0t]

can I pls have yandere Toby??? pretty please

Yandera Toby

TW:GROSS SHIT!!! Obsession, stalking, violence, sh

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!!!!!

He's low-key so pathetic

Seeing how pretty and kind you are he couldn't help but fall... well become obsessed

Your his!.... who the fuck are they? Why aren't you with him your supposed to be with him not them!

Yea no. He's all over the place when it comes to you

He'll sneak into your house, stealing things that smell like you or remind him of you

Stealing your perfume and using that shit like Febreze. He can barely breath in his own room anymore cause he used the whole bottle, reeking the room with your smell

He steals your deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, bodywash. Just to feel a little closer to you

He takes your underwear every now and then. Over time you'll find it on your door step all... sticky and.. what the fuck is that smell?

It's gross.

He takes your worn out shirts ALOT. You always looking threw your closet trying to find that one band tee the just suddenly disappeared

He'll give them back once he has you <3

Leaving you with little hickeys and red bruises on your neck when you sleep

He loves seeing you wake up in the morning confused on why you have these marks on your throat knowing damn well you didn't go out that night

He really does like you. He sees his obsession as a simple crush when it really isnt

He's never had someone he can see romantically so it was weird when he found out he DID love you

He gets emotional. Seeing you with someone else or not by his side

It feels like your betraying him even tho you don't know he exists

He talks about you SO.MUCH

It's like that stupid "hey masky" thing but instead it's "y/n" over and over again

Tim AND Brian have both rocked his shit because he wouldn't shut up

He has so many pictures of you on his walls. Some of you sleep, some of you eating, working, brushing your teeth, bathing. It's insane how many his got of you

He stalks your socials with his victims phones, getting BEN to figure your locations and you WHOLE life story

He knows a little to much about you

"Oh! Y/n order pizza last night at 7:46pm!"

"How... how the fuck do you know that?.."

He knows all of your accounts on and social. He wants to like your stuff but he doesn't want you to know him just yet

He screenshots your stuff and favoring all your videos to the phone

His wallpaper his your face and his password his you name or birthday

His tics slowly started to form around you as well. Him randomly stuttering out your name or something about you

The moment he actually kidnaps you is when he killed everyone you know and love

He's the only one you should love and think about. Just like him!

He holds you in his bed, ropes around you wrists and ankles

He would never put you in some nasty basement your to pretty for something like that

He stares at you for hours. Watching you struggle and squirm as desperate tears stream down your face. His head and arms rested up on the bed as he just watches you

He only keeps you tied you to his bed for a little while

He may be crazy but he's not abusive and wants you to be comfortable... kinda

He never hurts you, or tries not to

The only time he'll hurt you is if you try to leave him

But let's just hope you don't do that

He keeps you locked in his room for God who knows how long

He brings you your favorite goods and drinks and overall treats you well

He knows you won't love him right away but he doesn't want you to hate him

He asks if he can touch you or do certain things

If you say yes he's praising you and thanking you. But if you say no he begs for a bit but understand after a moment

He doesn't want to hurt you, he really doesn't

The idea of you being in pain from his hands reminds him of his father and the way Lyra looked after every beating broke him

He doesn't want to see you like that

He literally BEGS you if he can kiss you. On his hands and knees "PLEASEEEEEEE"

When you do he's shaky and doesn't know where to put his hands. He gets so needy for your lips and becomes a bit aggressive

Biting your lips, shoving his tounge in your mouth. It's wild

He bites at his fingers so much just thinking about you to where he starts bleeding.

Or scratching at his skin at the thought of you with someone else

Sad

NSFW

GROSS SHIT!!!_______________________________________

Jerks off to your pictures every night no questions asked

Uses your underwear as a cum rag hints why it's so gross and sticky

He's moaning your name softly as he cums, whimpering and gripping at the sheets just thinking about how gorgeous you are

CAN NOT control himself around you

He has so little sex life he's like a 14 boy who just hit puberty and can't look at a girl in the eyes

He's tenting so bad it looks actually painful

When you catch him staring at your body he turns in a mess apologizing that he was looking at the he didn't mean it like that. And covering his boner...

The thought of YOU and HIM was like a dream that he knew would never happen.

Feeling your soft gummy walls around him is all he thought about

When ever he touches you he gets needy and wanting to touch you even more

If you two are ACTUALLY involved don't be surprised when randomly you get groped aggressively

He loves seeing you squirming and trembling under him. Soft tears streaming down your pink face as he bucks himself balls deep. Heavenly

SORRY ONCE AGAIN SHIT IS TAKING SO LONGGG

Also ik u didn't ask for NSFW I just had to 💀

[alittlebitofloveliness]

any soda headcanons?

Hi! I hope these suffice, I couldn't help but throw a little bit of Stevepop in :)

Sodapop Curtis Headcanons

-The Curtis house has a half finished basement which is where the laundry machine is, but the ceiling is FULL of spiders and spiderwebs. Both Darry and Pony are PETRIFIED of spiders, like Ponyboy is jumping from foot to foot and hyperventilating and Darry SHRIEKS when he sees one, so its always Soda’s job to de-spider the basement and he absolutely hates it (he's a little scared of them too, but not nearly as bad as his brothers)

-He has the friendship equivalent of those ‘you cheated on me in my dreams and now I’m mad at you”. One time he dreamed Steve left him stranded at the Dingo and was lowkey pissed at him the next day. Poor Steve was SO confused

-Loves both peanut butter and chocolate by themselves, but HATES when they’re combined together. Bro HATES reeses cups with a passion

-After the Curtis parents died he snuck into their room, stole his mother's half full perfume bottle and hid it in his bedside table. Sometimes before he goes to bed, when Ponyboy is busy brushing his teeth, he’ll spritz a little on his wrist because when he closes his eyes and smells her perfume he can pretend his mom is hugging him again.

-Thinks bananas are spicy (they’re not, he’s just mildly allergic but doesn’t realise it. Everyone in the gang thinks he’s making a joke every time he says it. He isn’t.)

-Him and Steve swing dance together at work sometimes when they’re working alone in the garage and his stomach flutters every time Steve dips him 

-Cannot sing to save his life and does it all the time anyway. Like, he sounds like he’s gargling with rocks, it’s actually painful. Dally has literally paid him to shut up before.

-Steve’s pet cat absolutely HATES him and Soda will always and forever be mad about it because “what did I ever do to her???”

-Can’t remember what his dad’s voice sounded like anymore. It haunts him.

-The easiest way to piss him off is to disrespect Steve in front of him. Sodapop is convinced the sun shines from his grumpy best friend’s glaring eyes, and if anyone doesn’t see that he WILL throw hands, no questions asked

-The Curtis’ have a chore jar full of little slips of paper with the really unpleasant chores they only have to do once in a while written on. Every three months they each draw two each so that way it’s fair who does what. EVERY single time Soda ends up having to clean behind the stove and he’s forever bitter about it because “it looks like a crime scene back there Dar and I know it ain’t just my fault!”

-He and Steve gave each other stick and poke tattoos once but his got SUPER infected. He would’ve had to tell Darry and probably go to the hospital if it weren’t for Evie, who luckily had some training from her tribe’s medicine woman and managed to fix him up.

-Him and Darry do rock paper scissors to decide who has to tell Ponyboy when he has a doctors appointment because Pony always gets SO mad and neither of them wanna deal with him

-Once walked in on Two-bit in an, ahem, compromising position, and hasn’t been the same since

-He used to socially drink pretty often but stopped when he realised how much drunk him really wanted to kiss Steve on the mouth

-Started drinking socially again when sober him kissed Steve on the mouth and the world didn’t end

-He draws faces on the eggs in the fridge, partially because he just finds it fun, but also because it always gets Darry to smile and shake his head fondly, and there isn’t enough that makes Darry smile these days

-Darry made him promise when he first started work full-time that he’d keep half his pay check for himself. He promised, but only ever keeps about 10% of what he makes as spending money. He’s determined to make sure neither Darry nor Ponyboy ever find out

-Wishes he was a bit more like either of his brothers, because even though he loves them more than anything, they have more in common with each other than they willl ever have with him and sometimes he feels like the odd man out in his own family, especially now his mom and dad are gone

-Had asthma as a kid but he grew out of it by the time he turned 10

[kteezy997]

my desire//t.c.

Warnings: touchy PR subject, cheating, angst, smut, breast worship/sucking, rough sex, kinda sub!Timmy, hair pulling, one slap

This is for entertainment purposes. I know it won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but please be kind❤️

You waited hours for Timothée to get home. He was with her: Kylie Jenner. They had been bound by a promotional contract, and he was forced to go on “dates” with her, to be seen and photographed. According to the press, they had been together for a year. But he was yours way before he was on Jenner's radar.

You knew that it was for his career and nothing more. The public didn’t know who you were or that you were in his life. You agreed to sit on the sidelines and be his secret, only because you loved him so much. You’d hide from the entire world with him, if it meant you could have him in some capacity.

But tonight, it had gone on too long. Why wasn’t he back yet? Could he really not get away? Was he enjoying spending time with her? As the hours dragged on, with you sitting alone in your apartment, you feared the worst: he was cheating on you with her, for real.

The fear turned into anger quickly. How could he give her so much of his time? That alone was cheating. That was betrayal. He was supposed to be with you, talking and laughing with you, not her. You didn’t want to believe that he would go to bed with her.

Finally, into the early morning hours, he came through the door, looking rather exhausted. If you weren’t mistaken, his skin looked a little flushed, and was that sweat on his hairline?

“Where have you been?” you demanded as soon as he came through the door.

“Babe, I didn’t think you’d still be up-" he was obviously surprised to be confronted by you, and he fumbled with his words.

“Answer me, Timothée.” you crossed your arms, feeling like a parent scolding their teenager who had been out passed their curfew.

“You know where I was.” he said lowly, taking his jacket off, tossing it onto the table. He turned to open the refrigerator.

“No, I know who you were with. What were you doing with her?”

“Nothing, baby. Just lost track of time, that’s all.” he insisted, grabbing a bottle of water.

“Lost track of time? With your fake girlfriend while your actual girlfriend was waiting for you?”

He turned to face you, taking a swig of the water, “I didn’t know you were waiting for me. I thought you were going out with your friends. I figured you would be asleep when I got home.”

“What the fuck were you doing out this late, Timothée? You’re all sweaty and tired. And you reek of skanky perfume! Tell me the truth, were you fucking her?!”

“Y/n…” he sighed, looking down at his feet.

“Don’t speak to me if it’s going to be a lie.” you spat through your teeth.

He put his hand on his forehead, then ran his fingers through his hair, “Honey, I meant to shower and forget that it even happened!”

“You’re such a bastard.” you scoffed. You hated yourself for thinking that this wouldn’t happen. The woman had fake tits and a fake ass, she posted bikini pictures almost daily, she was thirsted over by millions of followers. You hated that you thought that Timmy would be above that, and besides, he had you, right?

“It meant nothing to me, I fucking swear! I had to do it!”

“Oh, fuck you!” you felt the anger coursing through your veins. Your heart rate thumped all over your body.

“No, really, babe. She needs to believe that it’s a real relationship, and she wanted to fuck, so I had to. But it was just business,” he reached out for your hand, but you pulled away as soon as he touched you, “it wasn’t like how it is with you.” his voice broke.

“Holding her hand, a few kisses for the cameras are one thing, but I never thought you’d do this. I thought you were better than this.” you said, feeling your throat tighten. You turned your back to him. You were so pissed. All you could see was the two of them together. Kylie with her skinny arms and legs wrapped around the body of the love of your life, both of them sweating and breathing hard.

“Please, forgive me for this stupid thing with her. It will be over soon, I promise you. And we can have our normal life back. I’ll do anything!” he got on his knees in front of you, pleading and holding your hands in his, the persistence in his voice was palpable.

“Timothée.” you shook your head, feeling tears threatening your eyes. It was all so much to bear. You tried to get the images of him with her out of your mind.

“Please, stay with me. I love you. You’re the one I want. You have my desire, not her.” he nestled his face into your stomach, wrapping his arms around your body, “She’s nothing to me. I’m sorry you’d have to deal with this. You are my world. Tonight was a mistake. It will never happen again, you have my word, y/n. Please, stay with me.”

You put your hand on the bed of curls atop his head, combing your fingers through it, “I think I need to sleep on this. It’s just a lot right now.”

Timmy pressed his hands into your back, and you could hear him starting to cry. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You took ahold of his arms, prying them off of you, “You have to stop. Let me go, Timmy. I have to go to bed. Stop.”

He complied, letting you remove his arms from your body, he sat back on his knees. “I love you, y/n.”

You saw the tears run onto his cheeks, you knew that he was truly broken. At this point, you were glad that he felt so terrible. “I just can’t be around you right now.”

…….

You didn’t get much sleep at all, but morning came, and you found Timmy sleeping on the couch. You watched him sleep for a moment, wondering about all the things he did with Kylie last night. Did he put his mouth on her tits? Did he perform oral sex on her? Did she blow him? Did he like it? Did he get off watching her perfect bubble butt as he rammed into her from behind? Was she better in bed than you?

You noticed that he had changed his clothes from the previous night. He must have showered when you went to bed.

You wanted to hate him, to be angry and loud and throw things at him. But you couldn’t. It would be hard to go on from here, you knew that. Maybe in time, you could forgive him. You had never loved anyone like you loved Timmy.

You just wanted those images out of your head. He was supposed to love you. He was supposed to be loyal to you. He was supposed to protect your heart. You wanted to take back what was yours.

You leaned over, placing your hand on his shoulder, shaking him.

Timmy woke up, barely able to open his eyes, but you didn't care how tired or groggy he was.

"Was she better than me?" you asked in a demanding tone.

He furrowed his brows, squinting, "What?" his voice was soft as a whisper.

"You heard me."

He shook his head, "No. Of course not. Y/n, I didn't want this for you. Please, don't compare. She means nothing to me." he sighed, "Fuck it, I'm going to cancel the contract."

"Well, you'll lose the money that the Karjenner clan is making you."

"I don't give a shit! It's ruined me and you. It’s making you doubt yourself.” he was the most distraught you had ever seen him. “It's clouded my judgement, it's made me do something disgusting, I betrayed you. I'm fucking done with all of it." he grabbed his phone from the side table, dialing a number in an instant.

You heard everything. It was a lengthy process, talking to different members of his management team, his agent, and representatives of the Jenners. He didn't stop. He left no stone unturned until everyone knew that he was finished with this PR deal.

It felt like hours, but once the dust settled, Timmy sat back down on the couch next to you. "It's over." he said, "They have some paperwork for me to sign to finalize everything, but it's definitely finished. I'm so fucking done with it."

"Well, if that's what you want, then I'm happy for you." you said, keeping your tone neutral.

He inhaled, drawing a hefty breath back out, he looked over at your hand as it sat on your lap, nonverbally asking to take it in his.

You gave him a small nod.

He reached over and tucked his fingers under yours, gripping your hand gently, "I'm sorry for what I did. I hope you find a way to forgive me and we can move forward. I'll never hurt you again."

"And I'll kill you if you do." you said, not a hint of falseness in your words. You put your hand on his in your lap and leaned over, kissing his lips.

He was obviously surprised by this, and he kissed you back with a fierceness.

You pulled away, resting your hand on his chest before taking his shirt into your fist. "Now, I want you to fuck me so good that you forget her name."

Timmy wasted no time, he grabbed the back of your head, pulling you into a heated kiss. He introduced his tongue and you let it dance with yours. He pulled you onto his lap, tugging on your clothes.

You complied, taking your clothes off quickly and then steadying yourself on his lap.

He cupped your breasts, and stopped kissing you to latch onto your nipple. He sucked your breast like it was sweet nectar from the gods. He suckled the bud, licked all around it all while rolling your other nipple between his fingers.

You were moaning, clutching the back of his head as he put his lips around your other nipple. He sucked your tits like it was his job, and you got incredibly wet. "Are you hard for me?" you asked, nearly out of breath as you started to grind against his crotch.

"Yes, my love. Take my cock into that sweet pussy." he breathed out, looking up at you like you were a drop of water in the deep desert.

You slid the front of his pants down, letting his hard cock free. It stood perpendicular to his body with drops of precum starting to leak from his slit. You brought your hips forward, and you and Timmy held his cock for you to sink down onto.

He slid in as you bottomed out, you felt the wonderful stretch of him. You put your hands on his shoulders, instantly bobbing your hips up and down.

Timmy started to pant softly. He held you by the waist, just watching you fuck him. He licked his lips, and eventually his mouth fell open, like he was in awe of you. “Yes, baby, feels so good.” he praised, giving your hips a light squeeze.

You moved your hands from his shoulders to the ledge of the back of the couch behind him. “Mm.” you whimpered, slowing your pace, but taking him deeper.

He put his hands on your breasts, softly rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. “I love you. I love you so much.” he cooed, leaning in to you and kissing your neck.

You kept thrusting your hips along his cock, creating that warm sensation inside of you. You felt amazing, you let your head fall back.

The next thing you knew, he tightened his grip around your body, causing you to still yourself completely. He thrusted his hips upward, his cock pumped in and out at full speed.

You held onto him, clenching your eyes shut, feeling the friction, feeling the tip of his cock in your stomach. “Fuck!” you cried. You dug your nails into his arms. “Timmy!” You could hear the squelching, wet sounds from your pussy, and the slapping of his thighs on your ass.

“Aw fuck!” you heard him mutter under a ragged breath. Just after, you felt his sperm shooting into you. You moaned at the feeling, wiggling your hips on him.

Timmy rested his head on your chest for a moment, and kissed your breasts. He didn’t pull out, he didn’t let you go. He put his arms around you and regained his pace inside you.

The build up was insane, you came before you even realized it was happening. He must have sensed your release, because he slowed his pace. He gave your ass a squeeze, and pumped his hips into you, lazily.

As you rode through your high, you met each other’s thrusts, moving together. You locked eyes with him. They were deep green, and all sexed out. You put your hands in his hair, tugging on his curls.

Timmy groaned as you pulled on his hair. He put his head back on the couch.

You attacked his mouth with sloppy kisses. You had stopped fucking him, but he was softly rutting into you. You scraped your teeth along his jaw and bit at his neck. You let go of his hair, pushing it out of his face.

The curls were out of his eyes. He looked at you like you were the only being on earth. “I fucking love you.” he huffed out, a silly grin on his face.

You leaned back a little, then brought your hand up. You opened up your palm, a threw a swift slap across his cheek.

His head snapped to the side, and he groaned in pain. He put his hand on the cheek you had slapped, then turned his head back.

“I love you too. But I don’t like you right now.”

Timmy rubbed his cheek, “I can live with that.”

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl

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need a rafe x fem plus size reader 🧎‍♀️ maybe a grumpy sunshine moment too where he’s mean to everyone except her 🫣

it’s a little blurb but i hope this is what you were asking for!!

!! 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

warnings: allusions to sex (no actual smut), groping, kissing, domestic!rafe, swearing, sexual dialogue, f!reader

disclaimer: the original edit of this blurb contains poor choices that i made, that have now been edited due to a criticism i received in this ask, here, you can read the original line, the critique, and my response. one line i wrote originally, in particular, could possibly offend or hurt you so please consider this before reading as the goal of this disclaimer is transparency and accountability rather than to cause any further harm. thanks for reading and all criticism is welcome.

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You and Rafe had begun to look like your very own Home Living magazine, you only moved in last year and since the dust had finally settled Rafe was letting you go wild with the interior design. You had to hire help for some things like the dining and the living room but almost everything else was by your own creation. You'd been having a lot of parties.

No kids yet and you were still fresh out of college so it was the perfect spot for all your friends from your undergrad program and Rafe's buddies to come let loose.

"Hey are you not feeling okay?" You whispered, sliding into the seat beside Rafe who had a scowl on his face and a warm beer. "No it's fine I just-" He cut himself off letting things go silent for a moment.

"Just what?" You questioned, hoping he wasn't starting to feel sick or anything. "You told me to chill out tonight but I can't help it, they're not using the coasters on your new coffee table and spilling champagne on the wood floors. These people are animals." You smiled, touching him on the shoulder.

"First of all, they're our friends and it's our coffee table." You reminded him, soothing the skin under his shirt by rubbing it as he takes a swig from the bottle. "You just put so much work into this baby, I hate to see them ruin it." He whispered sweetly, leaning his head on your shoulder allowing you to run you hands through his straight hair.

"Baby the wood's all sealed and I doubt a little bit of champagne is gonna make our floors buckle. Can you at least try to enjoy yourself?" You cozy up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he can't help but smile and give you a quick kiss. "Of course baby, consider it forgotten." He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

"You smell nice baby, is that your perfume?" He takes a deep inhale as you twirl a piece of your hair, "New shampoo, it's strawberries." You were both in your own little world at this point when he landed another kiss on your awaiting lips. "Yummy." He mumbles, sliding his tongue into your mouth deepening the kiss as he travels lower, grabbing the side of your hip.

"Y'know what might really help me forget?" He asks, pulling away from you so suddenly it's like he's teasing you. Daring you to tell him no when you have him so desperate. "Oh, yeah?" You ask him to continue raising a brow in the process. He pulls you over his lap, standing from his spot on the couch with you in his arms.

"Getting to spend some time in this cute ass of yours." He says loud enough for only you to hear as he squeezes your thighs, making you bite your lip at him.

"But Rafe, the party!" You whine, holding on to his shoulders and looking around the room that was uninterested in your theatrics. "What party?" He groaned, leading you his favorite room in the new house, the bedroom. "If I don't have your tits in my mouth in the next 30 seconds l'm kicking everyone out."

[le-panda-chocovore]

Toji isn't a man of words, yet alone feelings. But he knows when he is in love, he just finds it hard to express himself. What he doesn't know is that it shows. He shows it, all the time, and it's so clear and obvious that Shiu feels his heart stop each time it happens. It's all in the little gestures, the soft looks, and the daily things Toji does when he's with him.

Toji doesn't sleep much, because he doesn't like to and because he's a really light sleeper, and noise can wake him. So he's often the first to open his eyes in the morning, but he doesn't move. He lets the sun rises by the window and lights up the room with its warm rays. He looks at Shiu still in the dream world, breathing lightly, and looking so comfortable. Toji never wakes him up, but he realizes immediately when Shiu stops dreaming. The first thing he does is kissing him. On the forehead, on the cheek, or in the lips, depending on the mood. And he teases, "Hey sleeping beauty, welcome back to the living world." And it makes Shiu groans, but he likes it. It's sweet, it's soft, and it helps him waking up better.

Toji isn't a good cook, but he knows Shiu is excellent at that. And Shiu hates having Toji in the kitchen because the man is a mess and makes a mess. He keeps talking nonsense and tries to eat the food Shiu's cooking. If not, he tries to steal food in the fridge. But Shiu can't bring himself to kick the man out when Toji slides behind him and puts his hands and Shiu's hips. Toji then lets his chin on Shiu's shoulder, maybe gives him a kiss on the cheek or the neck, and calmly hums. His grip is light enough to let Shiu move freely. Sometimes he asks, "what are you cooking today ?" and sometimes he doesn't say a thing. Sometimes he opens his mouth to ask for a taste of the food, and sometimes Shiu feels generous enough to let him have it.

Toji is a freeloader, he has no shame in that and doesn't plan to give Shiu his money back at all. But he can be nice sometimes, he doesn't like feeling in debt and Shiu has been generous toward him for a long time. So Toji tries to find ways to pay him back. At first, when their relationship was something blurry between Coworkers with Benefits and an actual couple, he proposed to suck Shiu's dick, or any kind of good sex. Now, Toji makes sure not to eat Shiu's favorite dish when he grabs something from the fridge. He finds pretty jewelry and perfume at the place of the target he just killed so he takes it and brings it to Shiu's place because he knows he finished Shiu's expensive shampoo the week prior. He buys something (food, clothes, keychain, some pretty decoration) with the money from a job he took and then "forgets" it at Shiu's place, and never asks for it back.

Toji doesn't like alcohol, but whenever they eat together he takes a bottle of wine out of Shiu's cellar to put it on the table, because he knows Shiu likes his breaded pork with some Merlot. And when Shiu looks like he had a rough day, Toji looks for some whiskey or soju and pretends he wants to drink something awful to go with the mood, but in the end he's just giving his glass to Shiu.

Toji is very soft after sex, he is actually a sweetheart once his desires are satisfied. He strokes Shiu's face and let his fingers runs slowly against his spine and smiles so lovely when he feels the body shivers against him. He asks Shiu if he's fine, if he wants to shower now or later, if he needs a drink or anything. And if Toji topped, he carries Shiu to the shower and helps him get clean, then carries him outside the bathroom to the bed, and he cuddles against the man until they both fall asleep. If Toji was the bottom, he would lean towards Shiu's touch and breathe deeply against his skin. He would leave little kisses on Shui's shoulder, neck, and cheeks, and he'd hum softly when his man slid a hand in his hair.

Toji knows his boyfriend is tense whenever he has to deal with some clients, and he knows Shiu is worried after a big job. Because people in the underworld aren't clean, and because the man gets people killed for a living, and they both know the risks. It happened before, it can and will happen again. Sometimes the family of a target tries to reach for him and take revenge. Sometimes a contractor betrays the engagement and tries to put Shiu to silence. And sometimes, Shiu is simply very tired to negotiate with rich assholes. He doesn't sleep well when this happens. So Toji rolls in the bed and spoons him, and kisses the back of his neck or head and says it's fine. He feels Shiu relax a bit in his arms, so he kisses him again and holds him closer.

Toji isn't a coffee drinker, even though he can occasionally enjoy a cup. But when Shiu spends the entire day in his office, answering calls and writing emails, not taking time for lunch and looking physically and mentally exhausted, Toji turns on the coffee machine and brings his man a cup, shuffles his hair, and teases him about the face he's making. Sometimes it convinces Shiu to give up and take a break, other times it lightens him enough to endure the work a bit longer.

Toji is an addicted gambler, but he decided early in the relationship that he would never use Shiu's money for his bets.

There are plenty of things that Toji isn't. First of all, he's not a sorcerer. It doesn't stop him from killing them, or anyone trying to hurt Shiu. There are also plenty of things that Toji is, and very few are positive. But for sure, Toji is a man in love, and the words never leave his mouth, but his kisses and his fingers and his eyes scream them as loud as they can every day. And it's enough for Shiu. It's plenty of enough.

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

CHAINS OF BONES: Dark!GOD aemond x reader fic (SNIPPET!!!!! TO CELEBRATE MY TWO YEAR ANNIVERSAY)

Tags: DARK AEMOND, GREEK MYTHOLOGY INSPIRED AU

🔷Summary: You are a servant working for the goddess Rhaenyra and the God Daemon. You are tasked with protecting the flowers and one day, you find yourself captured by rhaenyra's greatest enemy: Aemond.

🔷Author's note: Dark af.

WARNINGS: Misogny, (no kidding) emotional manpulation, dubcon, body betrayl, vaginal sex (f recv) oral sex (f recev) rough sex, mentions of loss of virginty, emotional gaslighting and gore, blood, and a lot of...BONES. (Blood licking for this chapter) Blood drinking too...(where is this going???)

This is a dead dove

Do not eat it.

(a+ warning)

wordcount:6816 SWEET GODS keep in mind this is just the snippet I knew it was bad but that it was this bad omg loooord how big is this chapter gonna be omg omg.

AHUM.

READER/PETAL/UNKNOWN FIRST NAME.

You slept more than you allowed yourself to. You blame your lack of training at first, but with a bed that soft, that big, and that warm anyone could fall asleep. You stare at the ceiling, where dragons look back to you. The diamond chandeliers shimmer peacefully and you hate all of it. He put so much effort into this room for you. You can save a hungry family with one of those chandeliers. You don’t deserve any of it. It reminds you of the nights you spent on the street, in the cold, begging for food to selfish strangers who all feared they would end up like you; an unwanted orphan.

You are overwhelmed. Absolutely overwhelmed. Your senses are tested, your skin is burning and aching and you are close to crying. You slap yourself. You need to pull it together. Now. You rise from the bed, instantly regretting it the moment you are actually on your feet. Your feet hurt. You hiss, ignoring your own pain as you walk to the vanity. There must be something here. Some cream, some lotion…Anything. To get rid of your…

“Bloody horns.” You don’t care that he’s King of the Underworld, if Aemond had something to do with those horns growing out of your necklace, and into your own damn skin, he will be suffering.You pass by the large balcony and are taken back by the fact that you are watching a sunrise. A sunrise in the Underworld. It takes your breath away. The light, the way the entire room fills with sunshine is almost magical. 

‘’Ahum, do you wish me to close the curtains, my Queen?’’ You should be used to people sneaking up to you by now, but no, you aren’t. You turn around, facing a girl around your own age, wearing a black servant gown. You don’t trust her. The memory of the witch who tried to kill you is all too fresh in your mind.

You reach for anything that can serve you as a deadly weapon. Can you even kill undead people? You will find out, you suppose… “I am so sorry for startling you, my Queen.” Lies, likely. Lies and deceit. You grab the perfume bottle, ready to smash it on her head.

She holds up her arms. “I am Ann. Your handmaiden.” She tells you, when slowly lowering your perfume bottle. “His grace assigned me about two weeks ago. He wants to make sure you are content, your Grace.”  Content? There are horns growing out of your body! You do hear something interesting. The kidnapping was planned at least two weeks ago. So he planned this quite for a bit.

Ann grabs the small, golden hairbrush with sapphires. You roll your eyes at the expensive, excessive and unneeded fancy brush. “Shall I brush your hair? Perhaps you'd like to have a nice bath? I can prepare it for you.” She says. You don’t trust her just yet, but do agree on following her to the bathroom. You rip one of the lights on the wall, taking a sharp diamond with you in case you need it. 

You follow her into the lavious bathroom, another insane monstrosity. There are mirrors covering the walls, golden tiles under your feet and the tiles have letters written in them. You can clearly spot an A. A golden, A curved into the stones. You deliberately shove your feet over the A, trying to erase it. 

‘’Your highness?’’ Ann’s voice makes you realize you must look silly. You watch Ann, prepare your bath by filling a golden bathtub big enough to fit two people with water. The water comes from a demonic statue in the corner, and seems to be hot right away. Dark magic, no doubt. “Roses or lavender, my Queen?” She asks as she takes two bottles of leaves from a cabinet you didn’t even notice. She knows where everything is. 

You bathed before, of course. Just not with roses or lavender. Just with water and a bar of soap that grew smaller every time.  “Roses are fine.” You say, not paying too much mind to it. Lavender has such a strong scent, roses are more subtle.

“May I help you?” She asks, gesturing to the Nightgown that Aemond put you in. You nod, putting the diamond aside. She looks at it, a little distraught. You put your arms up, allowing her to undress you and to do her job. 

She helps you into the warm but nice water. She begins to brush your hair. “Do you like it here, my Queen?’’ She asks, gently brushing your hairs as you eye a golden bath duck with sapphires for its eyes. You don’t. You were captured here and you don’t like how pretentious Aemond is, nor how he sometimes loses control of his own powers. You will be looking to escape. But you can’t tell Ann that. She will tell Aemond, likely.

So you lie, crawling into the skin of someone else, pretending to care about golden bathtubs and diamonds. ‘’It’s such a dreaming life. I never suspected it would be happening.’’ Sometimes the best lie is just the truth. You did not expect it to be happening, and you did not expect to ever meet Aemond at all. Life would have been perfect, had he stayed far, far away in fact.

Ann chuckles, softly. ‘’I can imagine, my Queen. My mother always told me that destiny is something that we least expect. Like, how a man had the destiny to become rich. He kept waiting for riches but he took his wife, his children and his health for granted. He already was rich, in a way.’’

Her words nestle inside your brain, working their magic. You sit up, considering her words. Dread fills your chest as you glance at your own reflection, staring at your new horns. What if she’s right? What if this is your destiny? What if somehow, Aemond is right about all this? ‘’Interesting.’’ You comment, enjoying the warm water and the scent of roses.

Ann stops brushing your hair, looking flushed and embarrassed. ‘’I shouldn’t bore you with senseless stories. I am sorry, my Queen.’’ She says.

You chuckle, but roll your eyes. The way she addresses you is obviously Aemond’s doing. You want Ann to treat you as a normal being.  ‘’You should stop with the ‘’My Queen’’ thing. It makes me uncomfortable.’’ You tell her, and you steal the brush from her and give your scalp a good scratching with it. You groan, as your horns interfere with most of that idea. 

Ann is a beautiful young lady and could easily impress many people, but her eyes have become as big as a bunny who is facing the huntsman. You scared her. ‘’His grace said I wasn’t supposed to address you in any other way.’’ Ann confesses, her voice small. ‘’I don’t know what to do now. The King wants you to feel at home here, and I should obey your every command. But his command was to address you properly. I feel conflicted, truth be told, your Highness.’’ You understand she is terrified of Aemond. Who wouldn’t be, in truth? You hear a soft sniffle. You sit up, reaching for Ann’s hands. You feel horrible for making her cry.

You won’t tell Aemond anything. He doesn’t deserve to know after all he did to you. And besides, even in the best marriages there are secrets. You scoff a bit at your own poor joke. Marriage. To him.‘’I won’t tell the King. You can address me how you like. I am sorry for upsetting you.’’ You say. Ann looks up, her eyes puffy. 

You hope you made it a bit better.

But you only made it so far worse.

Ann snaps, throwing the brush on the tiles in frustration, tears bursting from her eyes as she falls to the ground, hugging her knees. Shocked, you try to get to her, awkwardly hanging half out of the bathtub. ‘’You shouldn’t feel bad! Not over me or my feelings!’’ The way she talks scares you. It is terrifying. You stare at this poor, tortured and tormented soul. Ann sighs, continuing. ‘’You shouldn’t be bothered about me at all. I am just a mere servant, you, you are the Queen. You should worry about other things-’’ You stop her rambling, instantly grabbing her hands, this time you manage to hold them, without slipping on the painful marble floors.

‘’Who should a Queen care for, if not her people?’’ You ask, genuinely. Not that you see yourself as a Queen. Ann smiles through her tears. You smile back, carefully. Ann returns to brushing your hair, now much more comfortable and less stiff around your presence. 

She clears her throat, embarrassed. She shouldn't be. She is under a lot of pressure. Perhaps you can find some way to lighten her burdens. Make her happier before leaving the castle. Or she can come with you.  ‘’Me and the servants heard rumours. Is it true the King gave you thousand roses and had a gilded carriage with seven unicorns all in a different colour to bring you here?’’ 

You wonder if the roses aren't secretly enchanted to cause hallucinations. Unicorns? Roses? Gifts? A carriage? Also, you didn't know Unicorns exist? 

You recall a hole in the ground, and darkness. But you decide to humor her and feed the propaganda Aemond spoonfed her. If she corrects him one day, it could cost her her head. ‘’No, there were eight unicorns and two dancing polar bears.’’ You say, making the lie even less believable. Ann nods, however, buying it, to her it's the ultimate love gesture.

She sighs, dreamily. ‘’I wish someone would do all this for me. The King must love you so deeply. I shouldn’t mention, but I noticed, he seems…different since your arrival.’’ You frown. Different how?

‘’Did he get rid of that stick up his ass?’’ You ask. Ann gasps, laughing but hides her laugh behind her hands. She shakes her head, smiling as she tries her best to summarize it.

‘’Changes are happening. Let’s leave it at that.’’ What kind of changes, you wonder.

A cloud of roses appears, signaling Aemond’s dramatic arrival. You roll your eyes, sighing deeply as Aemond takes his sweet time appearing in front of you, roses surrounding him as he spawns. You look beside the bathtub for Ann, and are shocked to find her kneeling on the floor, for Aemond. You feel horrified. 

There is kneeling and there is whatever Ann is doing. You assumed a curtsy would be enough to please his ego. But no. She is covering the floor, making herself as lowly as possible. It's dehumanising in any way and you want her to stand up right away.

Aemond smiles at you, admiring your naked body.  “Ah. There is my beautiful wife.” He claps his hands and the candles surrounding the bathtub light up, spreading a gentle rose scent. You cover your chest with your arms. He left you here. Where did he expect you to find, somewhere with another one of his skeletons that wants to kill you?

Ann returns to brushing your hair, but can barely reach it from this angle. She keeps her eyes on Aemond at all cost. She fears him, clearly. But luckily he pays her no mind. It's like she doesn't exist to him at all. A shadow haunting a castle. You realize, she doesn’t exist for him. He sees her as a servant. A tool to dispose of when she’s no longer useful. You shudder at that thought, horrified and sick to your stomach.

His thin and gentle smile dies. He stares at you full of disbelief as if you challenged him. “Is that needed? I've seen your beautiful body two times before.’’ He has. You won't do his bidding until he tells you the truth. You want to know why you have horns now and what you are doing here.

“It's a matter of consent.” You say.

You expect him to throw a tantrum or to kill Ann for revenge or just drown you in the golden tub.  But he does something else. “Ah,” he says nodding as he turns around granting you your privacy at long last. “Tell me when I can gaze upon the most beautiful creature that ever graced my presence, yes?” You wonder if he's truly in love. If he is pretending he puts too much effort into his act. But the way that he's so silly and so awkward around you almost confirms it to you that he is not acting. 

You roll your eyes now his back is turned. Ann gently smiles too, helping you in a soft robe.

“When I'm dressed.” You announce, making your way to the bedroom with Ann.

You can hear him scoffing from afar. “Hah.” He comments but he does not turn around at all nor tries to steal peeks from the mirror walls. He remains where he stands, arms crossed but faithful to your command. 

Ann escorts you to a chair, makes sure you sit comfortably and goes off to fetch you a dress and underwear. You wait patiently and see her return with a dark red sleeveless poofy gown that could easily save your life should you decide to jump down the balcony. It would protect you from the fall. 

It's a walking statement. A walking attention catcher. It's a beautiful dress but you don't feel beautiful. You fear it'll look ugly on you. So you hate it. It's safer to hate the unknown than to try it. 

Ann smiles, twirling it, making it only worse as she presents it to you as a proud mother, offering her daughter her wedding dress. “I…don't we have something less extravagant?” You ask. Ann drops the ball gown, staring as if she too sees it for the first time now. She gives a soft, almost shadow of a nod, that vanishes when Aemond comes over. He gives her an obvious glare, and you can see her tremble. 

It was his choice, clearly.

Not Ann's.

The poor girl shakes, before vanishing off to the closet, getting another dress. This one is green and she looks now directly to Aemond for his approval, rather than your own. ‘’This is the dress you approved for the dinner, my King. But maybe her g-grace could wear it now?’’ You laugh, uncomfortable.

You turn to Aemond, knowing he will do anything to make you feel at home. Ann said so.. “I'm used to wearing pants.” You admit. “Easier to move around in and fight in if need be. And I look much better in pants than in a poofy dress.” You nod to the dress, allowing him to use his demonic powers on it.

Aemond nods and smiles but doesn't do anything. “Mhm.” He says, instead of turning the dress into a hope of ashes like you had hoped.  “You'll adjust. I'm certain of it.” He looks at your horns full of admiration and excitement. 

His answer is infuriating on its own but that he looks at you so patronizing that makes your blood really boil. “I think you misunderstand me.” You say, trying to be civil and the bigger person. You don't want to wear this monstrosity. You don't want to wear dresses. You aren't even sure how to sit in this thing or how to walk in it. You'd only trip and make a fool of yourself.

The king of the underworld lets out the most boyish annoyed groan, as a little boy being told he can't have another stuffed animal. “Petal, don't be difficult. Let me rephrase…I think you clearly have issues.” Your brows raise so far you are convinced they are in your hair. You? You are the one with the issues? 

“Me?” You must have heard wrong. 

He nods, solely as if he regrets it deeply. “You have never been in a ballgown before. You feel guilty and shy. But there's truly no need for it, my love. You'll look so beautiful,” his lips curl into an unintended smile picturing it. “This dress was made for you. The seamstress worked days on it. I didn't even allow her to rest. Luckily there was someone present to wake her up with cold water whenever she passed out. ” He tells you with a sweet smile. He laughs, warmly, thinking hearing such an awful thing will make you overjoyed. ‘’You see, that’s how much I care for you, my love. Everything, from your toes to your beautiful horns, it all needs to be perfect. I won’t tolerate anything less.’’

He thinks you are just being reassured but unaware he gave you again crucial information. He had a dress made for you, by what sounds like someone human. Judging the skirt and the details on the dress, that too had taken quite a while. You never made anything before so you wouldn't know just how long, but that it took that poor woman long you can understand. Days, Aemond said. But you doubt that. Weeks, likely. Months, perhaps.

You try your best to hide your disgust. You must charm him somehow. “I just think pants are practical. If I need to run-” 

There is an audible gasp from Ann followed by the uttering deafening silence. Aemond nods, almost to himself, faking a smile when he slowly gets in front of you again. He crosses his arms and you focus on the bone crown on his head to avoid staring at his eye. That one, beautiful eye that is judging you, berating you and even hating you for what you just dared to mutter. That you are in fact not here to stay.

The candles stop burning one by one. You hear rattling chandeliers and the sun disappears outside the castle. Outside clouds gather, and thunder rumbles. He does not raise his voice or shout at you. But truth be told, he doesn’t have to. He is terrifying all on his own, simply by existing. “Why would you need to run?” He must be lying about his band with you. His soulmate is someone else you are certain of. Whatever reason Aemond has to keep you here, it has nothing to do with love. You can't imagine yourself being that important.

Deceit comes naturally to you. But not now. Not in front of him. When you need it, it fails you.  “I…an example.” He clicks his tongue, disapprovingly, clearly noticing you lied. He takes your hands into his own, muttering Valyrian words. You don't know what he's doing but you are afraid. You watch Ann, worried he'll hurt her.

When he talks he becomes the King again and you are nothing but a mortal girl at his mercy. He scolds you as if he is talking to a child. “We talked about this. You are not going anywhere. You are my Queen and my love. You are right where you belong. The only running your legs will be doing is when I allow it.”  He chuckles, clearly nervous. He pretends to care what you think of him. He pretends like he doesn’t want to scare you away.

You cross your arms, annoyed by the turn of the conversation. “Can we talk about the horns sticking out of my neck and forehead now?’’

Aemond looks at your horns, as if seeing them just now. He smirks, and his smirk tells you all you need to know. It's the smirk of a satisfied child that got his way. Again. He did this to you. “Mhm. I thought there was something different about you.” He chuckles delighted at his own joke. You are tempted to hit him, but instead you just groan under your breath.

You can't break the necklace. So you doubt you can break the horns. Maybe you can tear them from your skin. But you won't risk it. 

The way you looked must have been miserable because Aemond grabs your hands, feeling your burned and damaged skin, instantly kissing your fingers and surprising you with a soft, gentle kiss that heals your burned fingers. You stare at his lips, confused. “It's nothing serious. When a wife and a husband wed, she takes his cloak. You know this. See this, little bit of …decoration as my cloak. The world will tremble and gawk. You simply are wearing your husband's cloak instead of your maiden one.” You didn't consent to any marriage and you sure aren't wearing a cloak let alone horns.

“Can you undo it?” You ask, instantly.

He avoids eye contact for a moment, clearly hurt by your words. Then he pretends he's fine again. He chuckles once more, much shallower than the first time.

 “Yes, but why would I? Like I said; it's incredibly romantic.” He kisses your neck, careful to mind the new horns. “You look so beautiful with it. You look ravishing, my love.” 

You don't. You never looked ravishing. You never felt uglier than now. Being an orphan, people had enough to say to you. Now, with horns and a god king for a husband, what will they say now? And how will you wield words that will root deep inside of your soul, eating away your so rare confidence? You are strong, but not invincible. “What will people say when they see me with horns?” You whisper, horrified. You look into the mirror. 

Aemond grabs you tighter forcing you to meet your image. Forcing you to accept this horrible truth. “They won't even glance at you. Every tongue that dares to insult you, I will cut from their mouths. No one insults my Queen. They won't laugh. They won't point. They will stand up for you and they will bow until their knees break.” You try to imagine it. Crowds of people falling to their knees for you. You, wearing crowns decorated with bones and everyone who ever challenged you, on their knees in the dirt, bowing down for you.

There's a soft kiss on your head that awakens you from the daydream. “It's alright to like it, my little Petal. Remember that.” he whispers, reminding you of how good he can make you feel. You recall how whole you felt when he was inside of you, and need to remind yourself too of the burns and scars he gave you. How he keeps burning you somehow. Maybe he likes hurting you. Some people get turned on by it. But you aren't sure yet if Aemond is one of those people.

You hear his words again. ‘’It’s alright to like it.’’ What if he did not refer to the times you two have been together, but something else? Something so much darker, so much worse? You see him smile, as a proud boyfriend who just taught you how to do something terrible. You realize what the horns mean. Aemond didn’t do anything. You did it. By corrupting your soul.  

“You did well, last night.” He adds, unaware of your realisation..He takes a look at the places he kissed last night when you two made love. He gently touches your burned skin, by your lips and your neck.  “Come love. It's time I healed you.” He announces, taking you by the hand.

But that comes too soon after your horrifying realization.

“Why am I truly here?’ you ask, breaking free. He freezes and turns around, caught in his lie. He quickly smiles.

He makes himself a bit taller, adjusting his posture. “I want to heal you.” He says with that  little oh so scared chuckle. You rip yourself free, not listening anymore. He is not touching you until he tells you what he’s hiding or when you are finally home again.

“No. You wont get your way until you tell me all there is.” You say. The King laughs, as his pupil darkens. You try not to be afraid, but the truth is that is easier said than done. With one snap of his little finger he can break your neck, you are certain of that.

His soft but rough voice softly rings out. “I don't think you understand how things work.” He bends his fingers slightly, as if making claws. At his command, your necklace begins to close tighter around your throat, slightly choking you.  “I will heal you.”

You gasp for air as Ann rushes out of her hiding spot, her eyes full of worry. She does not help you, however. You don’t blame her. “You can after you tell me the truth.” You manage to croak out to Aemond. ‘’You can heal me, just…tell me.’’ 

He only laughs harder, choking you to the point where your vision blurs. 

“Don't be difficult now, Petal. I would have preferred making you breathless another way, but I will keep you close. I can’t afford losing you.’’

Ann steps in front of you, protecting you. “My king, her royal highness, the Queen hasn't eaten anything yet. Mayhaps we should let her eat a bit, and you can heal her after? Women are known to be frustrated easily if not well fed.” She tries to laugh it off but she is afraid. She knows who she is defying. For you of all people.

Ann actually stood up for you. It is a clear attempt to give you some time alone, away from Aemond and his desires. He stares at you, giving you finally more space to breathe and releases you.

You gasp for air, eagerly filling your lungs. But he does not stop. He simply switches targets. He picks up Ann now, holding her in the air and choking her, much harder than he ever choked you. “Do not make me turn you into a pile of ashes. I entrust you with my most valuable possession but I won't hesitate to kill you.” He warns her, his voice becoming darker and rougher.

“My king, forgive me! I meant no offense!” Ann begins to cry, struggling to say anything else.

He growls. ‘’Yet you do. You dared to question my authority and dared to order me around! I am not your dog, I am your King, your God! She is mine and mine to do with as I please-’’ That is enough for you. You run in his direction, surprising him. You jump on top of him, tackling him to the ground. His hands stop the spell, interrupted. You pin him to the floors and stare into his eye, heavily breathing because of the adrenaline.

‘’Do not hurt Ann.’’You tell him, warning him. ‘’You want me to give you a chance and all of this madness? Stop killing people and stop treating me like your whore. You have one chance. I don’t care that you are immortal, I will find a way to kill you, Aemond.’’ 

“One day around you and she thinks she can order me around like I'm a dog!” He rages, but calms when he notices your hands on his clothed chest. Your hands feel the familiar hole that sits right by where his heart would be. 

Ann shakes her head, falling to her knees. “No, your grace, please, my good King! No I didn't. I only had your best interest in mind. The servants know of her Grace's…” You curse as it all makes sense. You get off from Aemond. He remains on the floor, perfectly fine and even puts his arms behind his head, enjoying the show that is about to unfold. He even dares to adjust himself, so he is more comfortable.

Ann never cared about you not having eaten.

His eye is following you around, clearly lusting and feeding on your darkness as you approach Ann. “Of what?” You ask, just to clarify. 

She shakes as a leaf. But you need to know this truth. You had fears and you want to know if you were right. The darkest fear of all. That you could be with child. His child. “That you and the King consummated your marriage earlier.” You turn your head to Aemond. A consummation would make any marriage legal and binding. Did he truly lie to you? Are you two married, in some secret demon pact? Is that why he took you so quickly?

Aemond rises from the ground, not paying much attention to his surroundings and ends up on a low hanging shelf with bottles. “It is true me and the Queen were…overcome with emotions,’’ You scratch your head, staring at the ground. You scoff, tears stinging. He played you.  He lied to you. He married you. If he truly felt anything for you, he wouldn’t have done that. He would have been honest. About at least something. 

Aemond’s words were first addressed to Ann, but they changed target. His voice becomes softer as his hands glide into your own, and you notice he somehow clings to you. As if you can save him. ‘’- but I want to wed her in a proper ceremony with proper guests and attire. She should be crowned for all to see. She deserves a wonderful wedding and that's what she'll get. No, we didn't consummate our marriage. We aren’t married, just yet.’’ You feel relief. But that doesn’t answer your other question. “But we did have a special time getting to know one another.” Aemond adds, making the story more spectaculair than it needs to be. You roll your eyes.

Ann chuckles, still terrified but carefully tries to make conversation to avoid your anger or Aemond's. “The dancing polar bears must have been quite the view.” she says, remembering the lies you told her.

You see Aemond's good eye narrow in confusion. “The what?”

She stares at the two of you. “I don't judge, my Queen, my King. I simply wanted the Queen fed in case there's…Something inside her belly.” You glare at Aemond, asking him directly with your emotions and eyes if he knows that you are with child. He turns his head away.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, clearly avoiding you at all costs suddenly. “That's quite the disturbing thought process.” He says. ‘’I think you should take your leave. Me and the Queen need to talk.’’ Ann makes a curtsy and leaves quickly after Aemond orders her, likely very happy to be granted leave at all.

He smirks as she leaves. ‘’I had no idea there was such a feisty side to that girl. The way she stood up for you, I never imagined in a million years that humans were capable of that. She is a interesting pet, don’t you agree?’’

You aren’t sure what you feel stirring up. Is it disgust or jealousy? “She's a person not your pet.” you bite out offended regardless. To your surprise, to your horror even, you added something you had no control over. An arm that tries to hit the King of the Underworld. You gasp as Aemond captures your arm quickly, smirking broadly as he leans in, caressing your face with his long blood red and white nails.

You stare at your arms, shocked and confused. Why did you do that? ‘’There is no need to be jealous, my Queen. You think I’m interested in her, when I have you, right where I want you?’’ He presses his nose to your own, kissing your lips when softly nibbling on your under lip. You hear him exhale deeply, and you taste your own blood. He bit you. He kisses deeper and longer, tasting your blood. It should feel so bad, but it feels so good. You should hate every touch, every kiss but you only seem to want more and more of him. You need to stop him.

You break the kiss.

‘’You should stop pestering Ann.’’ 

He grins, but doesn’t nod or agree. “She made you uncomfortable.” He responds, grabbing you by your hips. He stares into your eyes again, slowly opening your bathrobe. ‘’It’s a crime that you tried to hide all of this from my eyes. You should be punished.’’ He whispers, staring at your naked body. You try to fight your desires for him. 

She only tried to stop someone from getting choked. “She means well. She wants the best for me and for you.” Or for the innocent unborn child she thought you were carrying around.

He rolls his eye, annoyed at you bringing up Ann when he is clearly trying to seduce you.

“All based on one conversation. And you are not with child. Not mine, not anyone's. ’’ He sighs dramatically. ‘’May I now heal you?’’ He's impatient.  You stare at your burned finger tops that you burned when touching him. 

‘’Can you at least tell me how to avoid burning myself in the future?’’ You would like to know that. There must be some way to stop yourself from burning your skin. 

‘’You can’t, Petal.’’ His answer shocks and surprises you. You thought he had something to protect you from it. ‘’I apologize.’’ He adds, in a tone unlike himself. He truly regrets that he can't tell you another answer. He regrets it. ‘’I can heal you.’’ He adds. “But I can't teach you how to become immune. Nor can I cast spells that protect you against my own magic. It would not work.”

You decide to humor him. Your burns hurt and so do your bruises. You might seduce him into taking your horns away again. You nod, handing yourself over. Aemond deeply exhales, sensing your surrender and he grins as his pupil slightly widens, and briefly dark shadows dance around his fingertips. 

‘’Lay on the bed.’’ He says. You raise a brow, but obey, skeptical. ‘’And get rid of the robe.’’ You do what he asks. Aemond joins you on the bed, having used his dark powers to appear right next to you, startling you. He looks at your burned fingertips, softly brushing them with his own. He begins to softly kiss your fingertips. You watch, as your skin heals right before your eyes. He is truly powerful, healing burned ruined skin with his own well mouth. 

Aemond sadly only appears to use his powers for bad things. But this proves he can do great things. He could heal wounds and cure the sick. If only he wanted.

Aemond moves on to your legs, which he also injured when taking you. Scratches and bruises and even small cuts are healed when he kisses your legs, softly caressing your legs. You are trying your best to remain stubbornly in a stiff position, but Aemond simply flips you over, reaching your belly and kissing your neck, healing the sensitive skin where your horns and necklace crawled inside of. You try to suppress a moan and a curse as he begins to suck there too, making the pain go away briefly and replace it with an addictive sharp and powerful delicious feeling. ‘’Inflicting the pain can be fun, but so can be the aftercare.’’ You hear him whisper in your ear, as his fingers softly tap against your legs. ‘’I want you to understand that if we are to lay together more oftenly, this too will happen more often. I don’t want you walking around my castle with burns and scars. Not when I can so easily take your pain away.’’ 

You allow him to kiss and heal you, wondering how the same lips that did you so much pain now bring you pleasure and healing. ‘’I thought you liked it when I wore the scars?’’ You refer to the bones sticking out of your body. The horns and the necklace.

He pauses, caught off guard. His voice is a rough but quiet groan. ‘’No. I don’t.’’ 

He moves on to your belly, kissing your stomach lovingly as he takes in your breasts likely already picturing himself closer to you. But before he even touches your breasts, he kisses your forehead, healing the sensitive skin, staring in your eyes.

He then leans over your chest and begins.

He cools the burned flesh when softly sucking on your tit, causing you to feel conflicting emotions. He grins as you begin to turn your head away to avoid looking into his eyes or seeing your breast into his mouth. “Do you like your handmaiden? Is she kind and does she address you properly?” Ann is perfect. But why did he get you a handmaiden? Is she to assist and help you look pretty or is she just a way for Aemond to watch and control you?

You don't like the way he said it properly. He scared poor Ann into doing his bidding and now she won't ever stop calling you ‘’My Queen’’. As if you are somehow above her. Ann is so far a better human than you would ever be. She's kind and selfless. Brave too. 

“I can wash myself.” You inform him with a slight push against his chest. 

Aemond captures your wrists, holding your hand tight but soft.  “A Queen should have servants. Handmaidens are more than that. You will build a life here, Petal. I want you to have female trusted friends. Having only me is not healthy.” 

He wants you to have friends. You are first, shocked. He does not seem like the type to have any friends himself, so why should he care that you are friendless? Then you are enraged. Because if he had not kidnapped you you would actually be around people who are your friends: Daemon and Rhaenyra. And the way how he treated you, there is nothing healthy about that.

You wait until he is done healing you. “Now you care about what's healthy? Do you remember the bench you fucked me sore and bloody on? Do you remember how scared I was in the throne room and disoriented and all you did was chain me and leave me to go Gods knows where? And when you left last night when you had-” You feel sadness stir.

Aemond doesn't laugh or deny your accusations. He seems sorrowful and full of regret. “I partly regret it. The garden was too harsh. I regret hurting you. I don’t regret making love to you. I don't regret making you lose control and having you finish. I don't regret hearing you cry in my ear how badly you wanted me. I don't regret kidnapping you either. I don't regret it now, nor ever. As for leaving you, I was merely Making the final preparations. I didn't want you to arrive in an unsuited room.” He huffs.

You feel guilt washing over you. You don't deserve any of this luxury. You don't deserve it at all. He is softly circling your skin, distraught as he finally manages to gather his courage. His voice is a strained whisper. “Would you rather I had stayed, Petal? After our …intimacy? Would that have …caused less hurt?” You don't think so. He takes your hands into his own. “When we marry, you can move into my rooms or have your own rooms. I don't mind, truly. Whatever makes you feel at home the most.” You know that is a generous offer not many Queens are gifted by their kings. you wonder if it's sincere.

He continues, nervously scratching his nails against his scalp. “I do wish to see you at least once a day, to know you are well and cared for. Once a week, I hope you'll grant me the privilege to take you somewhere fun.”

“What is your idea of fun, an execution?” You remark.

“Sometimes.’’ He blurts out, unaware. You see him tense up and quickly try to defend himself. ‘’ I mean, no! Mayhaps a romantic dinner by candlelight or spending time in the library. I have a beautiful collection. You like to read don't you?” He knows so much about you. You read years ago for the last time. 

“You know so much.” You remark, suspicious. 

He continues to heal you with his mouth, and his fingertips, touching burned, bruised and injured areas of your body. He does so in silence. When he speaks, your faces are close and he is touching your lips. His voice is a whisper. “I had to. For your own safety. Darker forces than myself are conspiring. I can't risk you falling into the wrong hands.”

You laugh, ignoring his warnings, thinking it is just propaganda or lies.

“You make me sound like a weapon.” You say with a push against his chest.

He grabs your hands again, this time pressing them to his own chest. His voice is so serious, so solid and unmoving that it makes you gulp. “Not a weapon. A solution. An answer. Hope.” He declares.

Confusing emotions fight inside of you. You never had been anyone’s hope or answer. Or a solution. “For who?” You wonder.

Aemond’s lips carefully bend into a smile. ‘’Me.’’

Book Aemond if he was real and could read what I made him do:

He'd be so freaking disappointed-

xD

Thank yall.

For either being here now, for 2 years or just recently, thank you for reading my stories i love you the way Snow falls loves his little fox, the way that GodAemond loves his Petal and the way ...wait those are terrible examples because theyre really unhealthyly obessed with those girls...uhm..

OH! I love you all the way Viserys loves Balerion:) thats a healthy thing right. IDK I never read the books.

THANK YOUUU FOR READDDDING

[unknownperson246]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE A FIC FOR IZZY WITH A BREEDING KINK HES SO FINE 🙏🙏

hii so sorry it's late but here it is.

Can't Wait

Words: 1,958

Warnings: *smut* *spanking kink* *breeding kink* *degradation* *losing virginity* *first time* *bleeding* *masturbating* *cussing* *phone sex* *oral sex* *m receiving* *p in v* *harder kinks* *reader is innocent and naive* *reader loses virginity*

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It is the year 1988. You and Izzy have been married for 8 months now. You were a virgin. Not because you didn't want to have sex but it was because you were busy with academics early in your high school and college life.  You and Izzy had not had actual sex. You would only give him oral. But as soon as you wanted to try he had to go on tour. He was all over the place for 8 months. You have been so excited to see him come home after a long tour he went on with his band. You haven't seen him in months. All you could do was talk to him on the phone. Sometimes you both even had phone sex. You knew how to masturbate to his picture and to his voice telling you sweet things while you stuck your fingers in yourself moving them as they replicated Izzy's hard and stiff cock. Izzy would also masturbate to a picture of you and your voice on the other side at the same time. That way it was like both of you were in each other's presence. You're sad about only one thing. As soon as he comes home he is going to be busy with his band. He is making a new album called Use Your Illusion One with his band. They are going to be leaving on tour again soon and that makes you sad. 

 You are so proud of them. They have been working hard and they deserve a long break. You have been so lonely and sad when he is not around. All you do is sleep in the bed you share hoping he would come in your dreams. You do it so time passes quickly. You sleep while hugging the clothes he left behind. You spray his bottle of perfume on your bed and yourself and his clothes so you can awaken old memories. You always missed him. The day he comes finally has arrived. You have yearned for him for 6 months. You both love each other so much. He goes straight through the door frame entering the house you both share.

 He puts his guitar down and goes straight to you. You jump on him, hugging him tightly. Little did you know Izzy picked up a strange kink. Kids had never popped up in his mind for the future. He didn't even know he wanted kids. After he watched Axl and Erin's son run around and play hide and seek with both of his parents he envisioned having a mini you and a mini him running around the house creating havoc. In public, he hated chaos and havoc but having kids was different. He didn't think about their sticky little hands touching everything and how weird and tiny they were. He knew you felt lonely since it was only the two of you. He knew it would only be you when he left. You had friends and family but it wasn't the same as having a husband. 

“Izzy I’ve missed you. I’ve been so lonely” You coo in his ear while your arms and legs are wrapped around his body. 

He held onto you. He wanted to act on his ideas and thoughts he had when he was on tour with guns. 

“Well, what if I told you that we could fix that.” He said, smirking. 

“What do you mean?” You ask confused.

His hand went to your lower abdomen. He patted it a couple of times. You didn't know what he meant but it sent shivers down your spine when he touched you like that. You missed his touch. You still couldn't get his hint about him wanting to knock you up. He unbuttoned your jeans while he tugged your jeans downwards. He slid them off of you all the way. He dropped them on the kitchen floor.  He slowly started to undo your panties and he took you upstairs. You got his hint about wanting sex. You were nervous and excited about doing it with him. He knew you were a bit naive and innocent. He always saw you as a determined woman. It turned him on at how innocent you were. He knew that you hadn't had a conversation about wanting kids but he thought he would surprise you.  You knew how babies were made but you had no idea he was talking about wanting kids when he touched your lower stomach because it never occurred to you that he wanted one. He just didn't seem like the dad type to you.  He didn't tell you straight away because he wanted to keep his excitement about fucking you. He took you upstairs. He remembered that both of you went lingerie shopping before he left. He bought you the most sexy things. He bought you garters and a lot of silky lingerie for you to wear when you both fucked. He remembers where you last placed them. He pulled the dark red one out and made you wear it. He watched you take your shirt off. He saw your heavy tits and his hand went down to his hardened cock. He was trying to resist the urge to touch himself. He only wanted for him to be inside of you. His cock grew stiff. He only thought about how they would grow heavier with milk to feed his child. He started to moan lightly watching you change. Once you were finished he shoved you against the wall grabbing your wrists behind your back like he was a cop getting ready to arrest you.

“Lean on the wall slut. I bet you slept with other men while I was gone” He hisses in your ear. You stare at the bulge forming underneath his jeans.  He was hardening at the idea of impregnating you with his baby. He wanted to see you nice and swollen with his seed growing inside of your belly.

“How could I be a slut if I am a virgin?” You try to explain to him because you thought he meant those harsh and cruel words.

“Mmm. I love when you talk back you dirty brat” He grunts getting his hand ready. He was waiting for an opportunity for your mouth to open.

You feel his hand land on your bare ass. He kept attacking it with his hand. He kept spanking you over and over. You look up at the ceiling, losing count of how many times he hit your bottom. It was like the 40s in America where teachers would punish you by smacking kids with a ruler. You weren't in the 40s. You feel your pussy aching with lust for his cock. You feel your tits hardening. You felt your nipples get sensitive. You didn't know that it was called being aroused. You were craving it so bad. You weren't nervous about your first time anymore. The idea of getting you pregnant alongside the idea that he was going to take your virginity made him feral.

“Izzy I already feel so good” you whine to him as his hand strokes your ass.

You were confused because he was being so sweet to you in the kitchen. You didn't know much about kinks. You only were aware of a few of them. You felt yourself getting wet. 

“Izzy I feel something wet down there,” You tell him.

“Let it happen slut” He explains to you while remaining in his kinky self.

He undoes his pants and his fully cured cock springs out. He flipped you around to face him. You’re back is now pressed against the wall. You watch his cock dripping with his pre-come. He grabbed it with his hand making it turn into a hook shape. He put it at your entrance You feel the tip of his huge and thick cock touching your entrance. You felt shivers go down your spine. It didn't hurt but it felt new to you. You moaned as he slowly slid into you.

“I see your filthy cunt. I’m going to fill you up with my baby” He groans as he keeps hitting your g spot. His hips slammed into your hips as he thrust in you. 

“You're going to fuck a baby into me?” You moan while he keeps grinding himself against you.

You were turned on the idea of having a baby with your husband. “Uh-huh. I’m going to fill that pretty cunt up tonight. I can’t wait to watch your body grow to accommodate my seed.” He moans while he holds your hips. His hips kept slamming into yours.

His hand traveled up beneath your lingerie. He started to grope your tits underneath the lingerie. “These beautiful tits will feed my baby” He moans.

“Our baby” You correct him. 

After he hears your words he starts thrusting faster. He is determined to get you pregnant the first time you both try. The thought of his sperm getting into your egg wanted to make him come without even fucking you.  His fingers went down to your clit. He started fluctuating his pointer and middle finger on your clit as he pumped himself inside of you. He got off at the idea of taking your virginity. He thought of you as fresh and pure but not in a negative sense. You had your first real orgasm. You felt your stomach knotting up and you felt your toes curl. Your legs shook and you struggled to stand. You wanted to drop down to the floor. You restrained yourself from moaning and crying his name. You gave up. Both of your bodies get coated in sweat.

“Izzy” You cry as your hands go to his back. Your nails start to dig into his pale back scratching him. 

“Soon we will have a baby whore.” He moaned.

He kept thrusting inside of you. You felt your hips ache. His fingers were digging into your hips as his dick was curled up inside of you. You still wanted to drop down to the floor but you made an effort to keep standing up. He kept kissing your neck trying to distract himself from giving up. He kept on going no matter how good it felt. You come down from your high as you watch your husband’s head go back into the air. You saw his eyes roll. He was preparing to dump his wet load inside of you. You felt his seed coat the sides of your walls. You felt his seed travel inside of you. Izzy pulled out of you. His cock glistening with your slick all over it. White strings of both of you come mixed with your blood followed out.

“Lay down on the bed” He commanded. While his cock swung around. He was trying to protect his artwork. He wanted to be sure to get you pregnant the first time. In case it didn't work you both kept doing it 3 times a week.

You obeyed his orders and lay down on the edge of the bed. He finally took the lingerie off of you. You were now fully naked. He was watching your body as he smirked.

“So how was your first time?” He asked you. 

“It was amazing,” You say, catching your breath. He laid down beside you on the edge of the bed naked trying to catch his breath alongside you before he covered himself with the blanket on the bed. He held your belly imagining it getting bigger.

“I can't wait to hold our baby” He whispers in your ear. He reaches his arms out for your body and cuddles you. He nips at your ear and runs gentle circles around your nipples that are still hard.

[etherealhoneybee777]

I have a lot of goofy mob psycho perfume headcanons, but one of my favorites is that Reigen wears Bath and Body Works Champagne Toast but is ashamed of it.

Champagne toast is a juvenile, fun scent that smells like hyper-sweet champagne and peach. Reigen LOVES this scent but he HATES that he loves it because even though he’s crazy about sweet femme scents, he doesn’t want people to know that he wears a cheap scent designed for tween girls.

So when people ask what scent he’s wearing, Reigen lies and says “Nautica Voyage for Men” Reigen shamefully keeps champagne toast stashed in a locked drawer in his desk. It’s his secret.

It’s his secret to everyone except Teru.

See, the thing about Teruki Hanazawa is that he has an amazing nose. He knows the name of a fragrance just by smelling it. And Teru ADORES bath and body works. He collects it. So Teru smells Reigen and immediately knows reigen is wearing champagne toast.

Their interaction goes like this:

Teru (who proudly wears scents designed for tween girls) I never knew you liked champagne toast, Reigen-san!!! We should talk bath and body works sometime!! I’m somewhat of a collector myself. I’m actually wearing the tutti dolci collection right now!

Reigen *visibly sweating*: dunno…dunno what you’re talking about. I’ve never been to bath and body works in my life. The only scent I wear is nautica voyage for Men

Teru *squinting* You don’t smell like nautica voyage. You smell like champagne toast.

Reigen: I guess your smeller is off.

Teru *visibly distressed at reigen gaslighting him at the tender age of 14*

Later, for Christmas, Reigen unwraps his present from Teru. It’s an unboxed bottle of nautica voyage for men.

Teru: go ahead, spray it!

Reigen starts sweating. He’s been caught in a lie—now everyone will smell the ACTUAL nautica voyage for men, and know that Reigen smells nothing like that, thus proving that Reigen has been lying the whole time about what fragrance he’s wearing.

People will discover he’s a fraud. A fraud who wears champagne toast.

Unable to think of an excuse, Reigen sprays the bottle of nautica voyage for men.

It smells exactly like champagne toast.

It smells like champagne toast because it IS champagne toast. Teru had bought a bottle of nautica voyage for men, emptied it, refilled it with champagne toast, and gifted it to reigen. The reason? He wants Reigen to be able to keep his perfume on his desk, to spray champagne toast without feeling ashamed.

Tears come to Reigen’s eyes. Teru knows Reigen’s a fraud. At least when it comes to the fragrances he wears. But Teru doesn’t care!! In fact, he’s HELPING Reigen lie by gifting him champagne toast disguised as nautica voyage. The idea that the kids see him—the real him, the liar—and accepts him anyway, is almost too much for reigen to take.

But Reigen keeps going. Like he always does. He says thank you to Teru. Gives him a hug. He sprays champagne toast, and is proud.

[bullet-prooflove]

A prompt please for Terry Silver, 30-Darling you deserve more than just these roses.

Tagging: @volumesofforgottenlore@kmc1989@somethingdarkside17@noonee333

JP doesn’t get the message that you’re not interested. You realise this when a bottle of ridiculously expensive champagne is delivered to the art gallery where you work.

Darling, you deserve more than just roses. – JP

It’s a dig at Terry, the bouquet of red roses he gave to you during your art show a few nights ago.

Love and admiration, the colour represented.

And you felt that in every single part of your being when he leaned in close and kissed your mouth. That’s the thing with Terry, he makes you feel like you’re the centre of his world, that there isn’t a part of you he doesn’t cherish.

JP, he can’t even remember that you dislike champagne, you have ever since the evening you got drunk off on an empty stomach and spent the entire night throwing it back up again. You’d told JP that story several times during the course of your relationship and here you are with a ornate box of Moet.

You try to send it back but the courier refuses to take it. You end up setting it on the shelf  behind the desk so you can turn your attention to the more important tasks you have to do throughout your day.

“He’s persistent isn’t he?” Terry remarks that evening when he picks you up from the gallery. He’d been helping you collect some of your paint supplies for a project you want to start at the house when he’d come across the champagne box.  “He doesn’t even remember how much you hate the taste.”

“It’s not really about me.” You tell him as you take the box from his hands and drop it into the garbage can with the rest of the trash. “It’s about the competition, the fact I’m with someone else, that I’m happy with them. He never thought I would accomplish anything like this.”

He’d said that to your face, Terry recalls. He’d told you your paintings were reductive, stupid simple things that couldn’t stimulate even the most stupidest of children.  

I didn’t paint for almost a year after that, you’d told Terry. It was why I took the residency in Paris, I needed a change of scenery, something to remind me of the joy in it.  

He despises the other man for that, for ruining something that had brought you so much pleasure.

“I want to hurt him.” Terry says quietly, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he draws you close. The scent of your perfume floods his senses, tones of amber, wild berries and rosewater. It’s dark and sensual, just like you in this clinging black dress. “For doing that to you back then, for trying to do it to you again now.”

“Beating the shit out of him isn’t going to help either of us.” You remind him, your fingers lacing at the back of his neck as your body presses against the length of his.

“What if I didn’t beat the shit out of him?” He negotiates, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “What if I did to him exactly what he did to you back then?”

It wasn’t just your confidence JP had destroyed, it was your actual paintings. When you’d told him you were leaving him he’d hosted a bonfire party, used them for fuel.  You’d come back to the house to pick up your stuff and found them burning in the back yard.

“Weren’t much good for anything else.” He’d told you as he took a sip from his beer.

You’d cried the entire drive home.

“I’m going to buy his paintings tomorrow, every single one of them.” Terry tells you as his thumb ghosts over the curve of your cheek. “And then me and you are going to take them over to his house and we’re going to have a bonfire of our own.”

“I love you.” You say fiercely. “For understanding how much this means to me.”

“He took something from you.”  Terry whispers against your lips. “Nobody gets to hurt you and walk away.”

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Can I ask a platonic fam oneshot about Velvet and Veneer with a lil siblings that does folkloric dance?

Im sorry I just find funny the idea of a kid reader doing la danza de los machetes when they big siblings are super famous 😭

But any folkloric dance it's okay lmao

You can ignore this request dw, please drink water and rest all you need, virtual hugs 🫂🫂

Velvet & Venneer’s Lil sibling who does folkloric

Pairings: Venner and Velvet X Reader (Platonically)

Warnings: Swearing, Crimp abuse, Fluff

A/N: This one is fun to write since I didn't know what folkloric dance was at first before I listened and watched soem videos about it and it was so lovely! sorry it's short im so sleepy!

- Velvet and Veener superstar artists who were glamorous and then there was you... In the background just vibing as you eat some food before looking towards your siblings who sweat drop at you - Veener and Velvet buy you your costumes for your dancing cause they got that popstar money yk yk - They attend all your dance's and Velvet pretends to hate going to watch your dances but she actually enjoys it so much and makes sure Veener is recording all of it - if someone makes fun of you doing folklofic dancing venner and velvet would go off on whoever talks shit - Velvet makes sure you pratice she dosen't want you to be a failure

- When people ask velvet and venner about what you do they flex about you doing folkloric dancing - Baile folklórico, "folkloric dance" in Spanish, also known as ballet folklórico, is a collective term for traditional cultural dances that emphasize local folk culture with ballet characteristics – pointed toes, exaggerated movements, highly choreographed. - She makes you practice a lot but Venner tries to convince her to give you breaks but he does also remind you its velvets way of trying to care for you. - You love showing your dances towards Veneer and Velvet sometimes if you feel proud about it - Velvet likes to do your hair and make sure the outfits look great on you if its a dress she makes sure its perfect if its a suit she makes sure to iron it properly - Venner hums to the music and enjoys how you move around as he is a very proud older brother and clapping to the beat and hyping you up. - Velvet and Venner may be troll kidnapping artists but you didn't know that at all - Though when you run into their makeup room while they were gone to fix your suit real quick you stubled upon Flyd in a perfume bottle making you worry about your older siblings and what they were doing - The worry in your eyes made you scared of what else your older siblings who you looked up to have done...

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