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Hi! New to your page but OBSESSED with your writing for âšpookieâš(Criston Cole), you truly produce some magic! Was hoping you might be able to write something post start of war where OC (Alicents Daughter, maybe Aemonds twin) is absolutely miserable. Castle vibes are hell, family just busy and angry and any betrothal in the woodworks for her is now put on the back burner. Thinking Criston has a soft spot for her, and shows the curious maiden how to pleasure herself and keep entertained while they all are busy waging war. (Love me some religious guilt as well so maybe they both refuse to do full on PnV?)
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HELLO POOKIE LOVER!!! I HAVE A SHORT DEPRESSING SWEET AND SMUT FOR âšYOUâš I'm so glad you enjoy me works, mwah!!!!! Means smâ€ïžđ
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Foul Red Keep Energy, Cristonâs inability to not be a slut syndrome, religious guilt, religious fanaticism, background alicole, manipulation and rationalization, age gap of modern Day legal standards thank you, frottage, pillow humping, plus sized reader, dirty talk, innocence kink
Taglist: @aemondfairy @elaratyrell @elfven-blog @fairysluna @gil-galadaddy @lovelykhaleesiii @peachysunrize @starogeorgina @samthegreenapologist @towriteloveontheirarms @urmomsgirlfriend1 @zaldritzosrose
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He canât fuck her, Criston reminded himself. He can strip himself raw and come all over that pretty pale skin and soft tummy of the little princess. He felt like a sick fuck afterward, the knight was positive he was doomed.
He would stand on guardâ brooding whether he was just that fucked in the head or perhaps it was the âDornishâ lust in his blood. Fucking the mother, defiling the maiden. His back was raw and scabbed from the flagellant. Begging and shedding tears on the kneeler as he bloodied his back to purge the sin in his fetid heart.
Yet seeing her whimper and come all over his fingers was a sightâ a reprieve in the dismal Keep. The way sheâd cling to Criston, crying and squirming on his lap as he massaged and suckled on her lovely tits might be worth his inevitable burning in the lowest layer of the seven hells. She was a sad little thing, fearful since Aegon was put upon the throne, how could he not comfort her?
He was expecting to leave soon, regrettably, Harrenhal and more fire and blood were on the horizon. Criston didnât taste the ashes and choking miasma of death when he was kissing the lovely little princess. She tasted sweet and innocent, too soft for such circumstances. She had a fierce dragon, and Aemond would call her to arms.
He wanted to take her and run. Alas, he had a duty to live and die by the family he swore himself to. It was the only thing Criston cared for. A win, even if his life was the cost. Then his pretty girl could get married and live alright, with no threat of her head getting lopped or dying by dragon fire.
Criston had her in his lap now as he brooded, eyes scanning over documents he wasnât meant to understand. He was a warrior, not nearly sharp enough to fill Otto Hightowerâs shoes. He exhaled, rubbing the soft velvet of her dress. She was curled up, straddling him, soft blonde hair nestled under his jaw.
âSweetling?â He rasped.
She mumbled sleepily, âMhm Ser?â
Criston smiled a little, a faint curve of the corners of his lips. She was so precious to him. His little shadow when he was in the keep. Criston wasnât complaining, he felt more alone than ever and for some reason, the Gods only knew, the young woman adored the knight.
He slipped his fingers through her platinum hair, hand sliding over to gently grip her chin. She looked like her mother and Aegonâ big doe eyes, pouty lips. The princess had those purple eyes, they always tried to peer into him. It escaped Criston how his blackened insides didnât run her off.
âAre you tired, princess?â He asked.
She shrugged, eyes searching his. Plump lips twitched before she asked if he was restless.
Cristonâs hand caressed her soft cheek, lips curling up once again. He murmured, âYou keep me restless, sweetling.â She made a soft noise, the sound going straight to Cristonâs cock. He needed her, now, preferably before the guilt ate at him too much and heâd send the princess away with a guard.
He stood up, lifting her along with him, lips traveling along the pale column of her neck. The darling dressed like a damn septa, her chemise up to her chin. Criston had already untied it early so he could have access for times like now, pressing lush kisses and playful nips as she whimpered.
âYouâre such a good girl, always reading, reciting your prayers,â he rambled, laying her down on his bed. The princess whined, arching into his heavier frame.
âIâm not being bad am I?â
Criston was about to open his mouth, hands pushing up her dress, stopping at her plush thighs. His dark eyes studied her lips as she spoke.
The blonde got on her elbows, achingly innocent, that little furrow between her brows tightening. She spoke softly and quietly as if spilling a secret. The princess murmured, âI- I was rereading the passages in the Seven Pointed Star. As long as my maidenhead is intact, I honor the father and maiden by being pure that Iâd be safe. Y-youâre just comforting me, teaching me how to be a good wife, while respecting my maidenhead.â
He stared more.
âRight Ser Criston?â
Cole felt his heart ache worse than any wound physically inflicted. The poor thing was rationalizing and he wasnât going to challenge it. Criston nodded, stroking her soft curls, his other hand up under the velvet of her green dress, stroking her hip, holding back from gripping the abundant flesh.
He spoke gently to the little lamb, lips ghosting her pout, âYes, thatâs it, in uncertain times like this, I wish to make you feel better. Weâll pass this war and youâll be a sweet little wife. So good and pious, shush now princess.â
If he heard her speak of the faith again he might cry. So Criston flipped her over, undoing her dress. The thick layers, the kirtleâ the Marcher could do it with his eyes closed. The Princess kept her chemise on, a farce, Criston would have it shoved up or unbuttoned.
She shivered as he leaned over her frame, pulling her against his clothed cock. Criston groaned, Gods, she was soft and plush. He nuzzled at the nape of her neck, calloused hands rubbing flared hips, whispering, âHow you manage to be a light in this dark keep is a miracle.â
Yet here he was, dimming said light.
She squirmed against his hard cock, panting. Criston would play with her for hours if he could, alas, he didnât like her to cry. He figured it was time to pose a lesson of sorts. The knight racked his brain, eyes landing on one of those stiff, rounded pillows.
âSweetling, princess, grab that pillow, you see it donât you?â
She grabbed it, lavender eyes casting over her shoulder as Criston chuckled nastily. So innocent, his dark heart said. He nosed at her silken shoulder, adjusting her into sitting on the pillow, making sure she was leaning forward a little.
âCriston,â she whined, looking at him again, lips trembling. He loved when the princess got all red, pallid skin blotching. He hummed, almost straddling her from behind, flush to her back and ass.
âThis is for when your lord husband might be busy, or you need to relax. Probably good for when youâre with child andâŠnot as spry. When I have to go, you can do this, itâs easy, take it at your pace right now.â
Criston grinned when she whimpered, hips jerking forward. He pressed closer, a hand undoing her chemise further, getting a handful of her ample tit. She moaned, always so sensitive, hips beginning to jerk forward and back. The brunetteâs other hand steadied itself on her lower belly, kneading at the layer of flesh.
So fucking soft. Gods, gods, why?
His calloused hand massaged at her breast, the princess whimpering and moving quicker, grinding down onto the pillow, her ass rubbing Cristonâs aching cock in the process. He panted against the crook of his shoulder and neck, mouth hanging open. Never did he get so undone without fucking pussy.
Except her.
âDoes that feel good Princess?â Criston practically cooed, plucking at a stiff nipple, the Princess gasping wetly, her eyes shut tight. She reached back, one of her trembling hands lacing over Cristonâs, mewling for him.
He bit at her neck, lapping after, the sweet gesture of their interlaced fingers sending his possessive streak into overdrive. Criston growled under his breath, rutting now, driving the blonde to move in jerks, biting at her full lips to keep from squealing.
âThatâs it, sweetling, keep it up, make yourself feel good,â he rasped, licking and nipping up a racing pulse. She shivered from head to toe, head leaning back onto the knightâs shoulder as she huffed and whined, fucking against the pillow, angling herself to grind against her clit.
âClose, mâclose Criston, please,â came her needy pleading, eyes hazy with pleasure as Criston marked her neck up, squeezing her hand as a lifeline. His hips stuttered as he coaxed his baby, no- the princess along.
He rested his cheek against hers, using his hips to guide her along at a breakneck pace. Criston groaned lowly, rasping, âHere we go, canât sit and grind on your pretty petals for hours, youâll get too sensitive, y-youâve got to push it, like this, yeah sweetness, fuck, fuck!â
Criston trailed off as his cock twitched in his breeches, full and swollen and ready to pop. He had half a mind to just take her right there and then. Yet her cries of ecstasy and mewling paralyzed Cristonâs dark thoughts.
Heâd do this every night, any time, anywhere to get another sick thrill.
âYes! Yes! Like this- oh g- gods, Ser! Mm, I'm close Ser,â she cried out, a ragdoll for Cristonâs delights now. The princess turned to kiss him, a rare gesture, plush lips smacking against his fervently as they grunted and rutted in a frenzy. The Marcher gasped into her wet mouth, feeling like a dog drooling over meat.
Criston needed her to come first, suckling on her fat bottom lip, pressing harder, mumbling desperately sweet things he wouldnât remember. He begged, âYes sweetling, I can feel you, let go for me, come on, I'm with you darling, my precious girl.â
It was a muffled shriek and Cristonâs pitchy cry as they messily kissed, rutting like animals, the princess spurring Criston on into emptying into his pants with ragged breaths, cursing and shivering. She fared no better, coming apart as pretty as she always did, making sure Criston could almost feel it.
They kissed through the aftershocks, lips all swollen and wet, Criston pulling her atop his body as he laid back onto the bed, lazily stroking the maidenâs back. She was quiet for a moment longer, basking, cheeks adorably flushed. She nuzzled his jaw and cheek like a kitten, sleepily mumbling, âDonât make me leave yet, please Ser Criston? That wasâŠa lessonâŠI don't want to be alone.â
He kissed her forehead, muttering some nonsense about giving her some time. Criston couldn't say no. It was more time to spend in fantasy. He could feel that small iron altar of the seven-pointed star awaiting him anyway. What was a few hours more in sin?
âI wonât leave you, my dear,â he lied.
#hotd smut#hotd fanfic#ser criston cole x reader#criston cole x reader#criston cole x you#criston cole imagine#ask answered
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#ok so like this is fine bc im not in a horrible mood rn. this is more i feel like complaining bc what im doing is kinda ridiculous#but my memory is so bad that ill probably forget if i dont write it out. but basically 4 days a week i have to come in starting at 7.30 to#water and prep for measurements. then from 9am to 6.15pm i have to nonstop take the measurements. and theyre timed so that means#i get abt 4 min to do anything before i have to take another measurement. which is abt enough time to start to focus and then have to stop#which is very fucking frustrating. and i have to manage data. coordinate for this fucking paper. and keep track of like 10 other things for#work stuff. which means that it takes me like and hour to send easy emails and they come out all fucked uo bc my brain is so shot#but on top of that i also have to fucking do the steps to get set up for my new school in the fall. and like ive officially accepted the#offer but havent talked to my new advisor since then so now theres this weird gap where im like. uh fuck do i ask for wtf im supposed to#do? bc ive been able to do things for like 2 or 3 weeks but then my life started collapsing in around me. and like there r probably#instructions somewhere but i cant fucking read lol. whatever. hes nice i just need to find the energy and words to email him and b like lol#srry everythings been insane. but bc ive waited so long i have to compulsively keep going back to check that ive been accepted like somehow#that would change while im not looking. ugh. and ive also fucked myself over housing wise bc theres a housing shortage in the city and huge#demand of housing on camus so theres a wait list for everything but i cant fucking apply bc i cant get my id to work. and fucking idk who#to call or email abt that. but idk i might have to have roomates for a semester. or my parents offered to give me some extra money for an#apartment until i can get one that doesnt put me in the red on a grad student budget. ugh. i dont wanna do either of those things#but christ do i not want roommates. ill figure something out. its just annoying and difficult from so far away#and it makes me kinda sad bc ppl r like: r u excited?! and im like. i cant really think abt that. partly bc im constanly putting out fires#in the present so theres not really space for it. partly bc i dont allow myself to b excited abt things so as not to get my hopes up.#but just after i accepted i was excited. and now it feels like im reaching my hand out toward a floating light just out of reach. like#its a nice idea but i wont believe until it happens. but that just bc ive become distorted about things#and i dont even get a weekend bc the 4 days of measurement r friday to Monday and i cant fucking relax on weekdays bc ppl r like hey can u#do this??? and there r things i can only do on weekdays so its like ok i guess ill just suffer forever thrn. and my boss texts me like: hey#did u do X? and am like: uuuuuh i fucking dont kno what day it is anymore. i dont understand y we have to meet. lets just not talk bc im#afraid ill say something worrying. so yea its pretty fucked up rn. but this stuff ends on the 24th#then ill probably not take a break and fucking finish the measurements for another project bc i just really need it to b done. i need it#all to b done so i can fucking wash my hands of this and fucking quit and move away at the start of july... or August if i decide i hate#myself that much. ugh. at least the lab has been pretty empty so no ones seen me crying lol#also thr fucking rutgers guy emailed me yesterday like: hey u want this position? and im like bitch u r like a month too late also im in#my cringe fail era. i would not survive at ur school. ugh everything is terrible. 2 or 3 more months then i csn leave this place forever#unrelated
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đThereâs a quiet strength in just existing. Itâs easy to overlook, especially when everything feels awful, but simply getting through each day is a huge accomplishment. You might not always see it, but just by being here, youâre adding something uniquely important to the world. Itâs not about doing something extraordinary or being the best; itâs about continuing on, even when things are tough. Your presence matters, and it has a positive impact in ways you might not notice, but others do. Give yourself credit for the small victories, the moments when you keep going despite it all. Those moments show just how strong you are, even if it doesnât feel that way. Hang on to that thought, because itâs a truth worth holding onto as you face whatever comes your way.đ
I donât even have words, but thank you so much anon, I kind of needed this right now (a lot) and itâs a really nice message :) <3
#wow this is really lovely#whoever you are thank you so much for taking time out of your own day to send this to me it means a lot#youâre already going above and beyond the simple strength of just existing by making someone elseâs day better and Iâm very thankful#lovely anon đ#love the leaf too and itâll be fall soon which is my favorite so hell yeah good things are coming#I hope I can keep this energy up for the day and get some work done đ€đŒ#I really hope youâre having a good time too anon and people who appreciate you and tell you how much they love you straight up cause you#deserve it#thank you for being so kind đ#itâs a blue heart cause I love blue :D#danny talks#anon ask#<3333#I love anons nothing better than a stranger dropping some thoughts and being kind#I should read and draw more that makes me happy#I hope you like cookies anon cause I got some for you and anyone else who would like some đȘđȘđȘ#I donât even like cookies myself that much but I love making food for others
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hi, you there who are or are thinking about spending all day in bed, itâs okay, Iâm not telling you to get up. Iâd just like to do a quick check in to make sure youâve got everything you need to be comfortable and safe.
Have you gotten up to take any meds you need?
Do you need to open or close your windows or curtains/blinds to make your environment nicer? (Fresh air, keep the cold out, sunlight/darkness)
Do you have a water bottle or a glass of water easily accessible? (Can also be juice, cordial, a meal replacement drink or anything else)
Do you have any over the counter or prescription as required meds you might need, like painkillers or anti nausea meds?
Is your phone or laptop charged?
Are you wearing comfortable clothing?
Do you have enough blankets/pillows to be warm and comfortable?
Do you have any snacks like fruit or chips or muesli bars in case you canât get up to make a meal?
Are you able to change positions in bed (or sit up if youâre able)?
Do you have any regulation tools like fidgets, ear plugs, or journaling/art books or low energy hobbies you might want?
Are you being gentle and patient with yourself and your body today?
Thanks for doing this check in with me. I like to have some of these things prepared on my nightstand, or all together in the same space in my room so I donât have to do as much work on low energy days. It can also help to have someone else prepare or get these things for you if youâre unable. Hope you have an uncomplicated day.
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EL COQUETO | FC43
an: welcome back as we write about my n.1 pookie, i've got some more works planned for him BUT i've just gotten to france so imma be very busy rip, based off of this request
summary: when franco catches feelings for a journalist who is persuaded he doesn't really want her.
wc: 7.6k
The paddock was alive with energy, buzzing with the hum of engines and the chatter of the press as they swarmed around the new driver. She watched him move through the crowd with ease, a slight swagger in his step and a dazzling smile that had already made him the focus of every camera. He was the story of the weekend: Franco Colapinto, the unexpected mid-season replacement, here to shake up the grid with his flashy driving styleâand, evidently, his unapologetic charm.
He caught sight of her, raised an eyebrow in recognition, and made a beeline toward her with the confidence of someone who knew heâd be welcome, even if he hadnât been invited.
âHola,â he greeted, his voice carrying a thick, rolling Spanish accent that seemed to coat every word in warmth. âYou must be my next question of the day. They warned me about the best journalist hereâof course, I was told to behave.â
She gave him a practised smile, cool but polite. âFranco, welcome to the team. How are you feeling about joining mid-season?â
His eyes sparkled, unfazed by the businesslike tone. âHow am I feeling?â He leaned in just slightly, as though sharing a secret. âWell, right now, very lucky. They said Iâd get tough questions, but they didnât say the interviewer would be⊠distracting.â
She fought the urge to look away, just barely managing to keep her composure. âSo you feel ready for the pressure, then?â she asked, refocusing, though the tiniest hint of a blush warmed her cheeks.
âFor the track? Yes, I am prepared to race anyone.â He paused, letting his gaze linger on her a beat too long. âFor the interviews? That remains to be seen. Perhaps you can teach me how to handle that part, sĂ?â
She could sense her colleagues nearby, some watching with open amusement as they caught his flirtatious energy. Franco was as smooth as they came, that much was certain. But she wouldnât be the one to crack first.
âIâm sure youâll learn quickly,â she said, tilting her head, her voice steady, though her heart raced. âNow, back to the race. What are your goals for this weekend?â
His grin broadened, but he played along. âGoals for the weekend,â he echoed thoughtfully, shifting back into the question. âWin a few hearts, break a few recordsâno particular order.â He winked, and she felt a laugh bubble up before she stifled it, opting instead for a brisk nod.
âRight. Well, I hope youâre ready for the competition,â she managed.
He shrugged, eyes glinting with mischief. âWith you here, quĂ© competencia?â
She gave him a pointed look, resisting the smile tugging at her lips. âYou know, charm doesnât score you points on the track.â
âAh, no?â He tilted his head, feigning surprise. âThen I suppose Iâll have to win the hard way.â
Just then, a flash of cameras went off around them, the media eating up every angle of Francoâs arrival. He seemed entirely unfazed, even performing slightly for the flashes. The crowd around them surged with questions about his plans, about what his first practice would look like, about his last season in Formula 2. But Francoâs attention was still locked on her, and he hadnât missed a beat.
âSo,â he said, with that soft smile of his, âdo you think Iâll be able to charm Formula One, or will they be immune to my Argentian ways?â
She gave him a dry smile. âYou might have your work cut out for you. Itâs not a stroll through Argentina, after all.â
He laughed at that, clearly enjoying her wit. âYouâre tough,â he said, a touch of admiration sneaking into his voice. âI can see why youâre the best.â
She raised an eyebrow. âFlattery wonât distract me from the questions, Franco.â
âNo? Not even if I try very, very hard?â he asked, drawing out the words with a grin. It was ridiculous, reallyâthe way he leaned into every word, the way he seemed to shine in the spotlight. But there was something endearing about it too, something that felt⊠unexpectedly genuine.
âNot even then,â she replied, her tone light but steady. âLetâs talk strategy. Whatâs your focus for your first race?â
He sighed, shifting slightly but keeping that glint in his eye. âFine, Iâll behave,â he said with a sigh, straightening up to answer. âMy focus is simple: get the car under me, push it to its limits, and aim for a strong finish. Maybe even a few surprise overtakes. Iâve been itching to get back on the track.â
It was the most serious answer heâd given yet, and she noted the shift in his voiceâa hint of intensity breaking through the smooth, easy charm.
âAnd your teammate?â she pressed, sensing sheâd found the thread to pull him out of his flirtatious veneer. âAre you prepared for the rivalry?â
Francoâs expression turned thoughtful for a moment, a flicker of something sharper in his eyes. âMy teammateâŠâ He paused, glancing away briefly before meeting her gaze again. âHeâs Williamâs best. Iâll learn from him, give him the respect he deserves. But I didnât come here to play second.â
She watched as someone next to her scribbled down his answer, though her mind wandered slightly, wondering at the complexity beneath his charm.
âGood to hear,â she said, offering a small nod. âWeâll all be watching to see if you live up to that confidence.â
âI live up to my promises,â he replied smoothly. Then he leaned in one last time, lowering his voice just for her. âOne of them being to get at least one smile from you by the end of the weekend. Iâll start with that goal.â
Before she could reply, he gave a casual wave to the crowd, moving on to the next journalist as though he hadnât just made her heart skip a beat with his easy, disarming confidence. She watched him go, flustered despite herself.
One thing was certain: Franco Colapinto was going to be a story.
When the time came, the race had barely begun, but her eyes were already glued to the screen, following the sleek white-and-blue car with Francoâs number emblazoned on the front. Despite her best efforts to stay neutral, to approach this like any other weekend, there was something magnetic about watching him. Franco Colapinto, the audacious rookie, whoâd barely spent a week with the team and had taken to the grid without a single day of training in an F1 car.
From the start, it was clear he was playing it differently. He didnât charge forward recklessly like other rookies might have, eager to prove themselves. Instead, Franco took a few cautious laps, feeling out the car, testing its responses. She noticed how his style evolved lap by lap, each one more aggressive, his moves sharper. He was adapting, learning the car right there in the thick of the race.
As the race progressed, he began to gain ground. Corner after corner, he squeezed every ounce of performance from his machine, edging closer to the pack with each lap. By mid-race, he was overtaking the backmarkers, slipping past seasoned drivers who had years on him, and the commentators were buzzing.
She caught herself smiling, feeling a strange, almost foolish pride as she watched. The memory of his easy, arrogant grin flashed in her mind, his voice low and teasing: âDo you think Iâll charm Formula One?â Sheâd laughed it off, but he had something special, didnât he? That hunger for the track, the sheer nerve to go head-to-head with anyone in his way.
Then, as if her thoughts had summoned trouble, the camera cut to his carâa close-up on his visor as he fought for P12. Her heart caught as he made a daring move, threading his car through a razor-thin gap into the next turn. It was reckless, and yet somehowâsomehowâhe made it stick.
âP12!â The radio crackled through his team radio, their voice as surprised as she felt. For a rookie with zero F1 experience, it was practically a victory.
She exhaled, releasing a breath she hadnât realised sheâd been holding. The chequered flag fell, and Francoâs car slowed down, his voice breaking through the team radio with a triumphant laugh, half-sighing, half-cheering in disbelief at his own result.
When she saw him back in the paddock, she managed to slip past the swarm of journalists waiting to pounce, positioning herself where heâd inevitably cross her path. She didnât want to admit how much she wanted to hear his version of the race firsthand, to see if the adrenaline still sparkled in his eyes the way it had behind the visor.
When he finally caught sight of her, his face lit up. âAh, my toughest questioner returns,â he said, the grin wide as he raked a hand through his hair, still tousled from the helmet. âSo? Impressed?â
She raised an eyebrow, trying to keep her expression composed. âNot bad for a first race,â she said, voice calm but betraying the slightest hint of a smile. âThough I have to say, you took some pretty risky moves out there.â
Franco laughed, that low, familiar chuckle that could disarm anyone. âYou sound like my engineer. But I had to make it interesting, didnât I?â His gaze softened slightly, the playfulness ebbing for a moment. âI did better than you expected, maybe?â
âMaybe,â she admitted, leaning in just a bit. âI wouldnât let it go to your head, though.â
He feigned a wince. âAh, so Iâll have to work harder to impress you, then.â
With that, she couldnât hold back the smile any longer. âPerhaps,â she said, voice softer. âBut youâve made a start.â
She followed the rest of the press corps into the media pen, her notebook in hand, watching as Franco slipped into his role with practised ease. The other drivers, still catching their breath, answered questions in measured tones, clearly exhausted. But Franco was⊠well, Franco. He leaned back against the barrier, relaxed, a half-smile playing on his lips as he answered questions, some about his lack of training, others about his shockingly high finish.
She hung back at first, observing him as he effortlessly charmed each journalist in turn, flashing that disarming grin and making even the toughest questions seem like casual conversation. But when his eyes caught hers across the small crowd, he subtly waved her forward, his grin widening.
âAh, finally,â he said, his tone playful as she approached. âI was starting to think you were hiding from me.â The other journalists shot her curious glances, some smirking at Francoâs obvious interest.
She managed to keep her expression neutral, clearing her throat and lifting her voice to a professional tone. âFranco, congratulations on P12. Quite a debut.â
âGracias, cariño,â he replied, eyes sparkling. âFor a moment, I thought you didnât think I could do it.â
âWell, you didnât exactly take the most traditional route,â she shot back, raising an eyebrow. âYou had us all on the edge of our seats with those overtakes.â
He leaned in a little, lowering his voice to just above a murmur, his gaze fixed on hers. âI thought about what you said. âCharm doesnât score points.â So I had to give you something else to smile about.â
She could feel her cheeks warm under his steady gaze, and she fought to keep her expression cool. âDonât flatter yourself, Franco. Iâm just here to report the facts.â
âHmm,â he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully, though a playful smirk tugged at his lips. âWell, the fact is, I went from P20 to P12 on my first day. But somehow, I think I still havenât impressed the person who matters most.â
âThe person whoâ?â She trailed off, exasperated. âFranco, you were the story today.â
âWas I?â he asked, the innocent tone entirely ruined by the mischief in his eyes. âBecause if Iâm the story, youâre the reason itâs a good one.â
Before she could protest, he glanced over her shoulder at the next journalist, nodding politely. Then, in a flash, he was back to her, clearly undeterred. âWhen can we continue our interview?â
She forced herself to keep her composure. âI think youâve given me more than enough material for one day.â
âA pity.â He shook his head, though his grin was unmistakable. âThen maybe next time, youâll be a little more impressed.â
She watched him walk away, shoulders loose and steps casual as he moved from one group of reporters to the next, answering their questions with the same easy confidence heâd shown with her. She could still feel the heat of his gaze, the lingering effect of his words making her pulse quicken.
âWow.â The journalist next to her, a seasoned reporter with a wry smile, gave her a knowing look. âYou okay there? He has that effect, doesnât he?â
She blinked, quickly snapping out of her daze, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up her neck. âIâyeah, I donât know whatâs going on,â she muttered, shaking her head, trying to compose herself. But she could still hear his words ringing in her ears, his playful teasing, the warmth in his gaze. âThe person who matters most.â
âOh, I think I do.â The other journalist smirked, nodding in Francoâs direction as he laughed and clapped a fellow driver on the shoulder. âIt seems Franco over here has a slight crush.â
She scoffed, though it came out more flustered than sheâd intended. âFranco has a crush on every woman he talks to. Itâs his⊠thing since he got here.â
The journalist raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. âMaybe so, but Iâve watched him all day and that was different.â
Her colleagueâs words only made her cheeks grow warmer. Was it that obvious? She was used to managing tough interviews, unflappable under pressure, and here she was, thrown off by a driver who hadnât even been in Formula 1 for a full week. But somehow, Francoâs charm wasnât just some casual game to him; it felt more⊠intense. And heâd directed every bit of that intensity straight at her.
The journalist chuckled. âDonât overthink it. Enjoy the attentionâitâs not every day a rookie looks at you like youâre the finish line.â
She glanced away, her lips twitching into a reluctant smile. She didnât want to admit it, not to her colleague, and definitely not to herself, but there was something in the way heâd looked at her, like she was more than just another journalist, more than just one of the many people crowding his spotlight.
âWell, letâs hope he stays focused on the real finish line,â she replied, aiming for a casual tone that didnât quite land. But she couldnât deny itâFranco Colapinto was becoming more than just the story of the weekend. He was starting to feel like her story, too.
Later that evening, she sat in her hotel room, trying to unwind from the chaos of race day. The lights of the city glimmered outside her window, but her mind was still caught on Francoâhis effortless charm, that maddening smirk, the way heâd singled her out, even with half the media pen watching. It was absurd, really. Sheâd covered far bigger stories, spoken with veteran champions, and yet one rookie had managed to leave her feeling more flustered than sheâd care to admit.
With a sigh, she scrolled through her phone, halfheartedly catching up on messages, until a notification popped up that made her heart skip.
Francolpainto has sent you a message.
She hesitated, a mix of curiosity and nerves swirling in her stomach as she opened it. The message was simple, casualâlike he hadnât already spent the whole day keeping her off balance.
Franco: Hola! Are you at the hotel?
Before she could talk herself out of it, she typed a quick reply.
Her: Yes, I am.
The response came almost immediately.
Franco: Perfect! Iâm downstairs in the lounge. Come have dinner with me?
She stared at the screen, her mind racing. It was temptingâsheâd be lying to herself if she said it wasnât. But she knew his type all too well, didnât she? The charming new driver who flirted with every journalist, every fan, anyone who would listen. She could already imagine him saying the exact same things to another reporter tomorrow.
No, she couldnât let herself get pulled in. Not by someone who was probably just looking for a bit of attention.
Her: Thanks, but I think Iâll pass. Long day.
She set the phone down, hoping that would be the end of it, but a new message came through almost instantly.
Franco: Too bad. I was hoping Iâd finally get a smile out of you without a hundred cameras around.
She rolled her eyes, though she couldnât deny the small flutter his words sent through her. He was persistent, that was for sure.
Her: Youâre very determined, Franco. But I have to askâdo you make this invitation to all the journalists?
A pause, just a few seconds longer than his usual quick responses. Then, his reply appeared, simple and direct.
Franco: No, just the one who keeps me on my toes.
Her: Pity, this one isnât intrested.
She set her phone down after typing that, ignoring the little thrill that shot through her when he messaged her again almost immediately. Francoâs charm was undeniably effective, but she wasnât about to let herself become just another name on his roster of admirers. Heâd have to do a lot more than offer a casual dinner invite if he wanted her attention.
Franco: Really? Youâre going to turn me down just like that?
She smirked at the screen. Of course he wasnât used to hearing âno.â
Her: Really. Iâve seen you in action today, Franco. Iâm sure youâll find someone else to keep you company.
A longer pause this time, as if her words had taken him off-guard. When he replied, his tone was more thoughtful.
Franco: Thatâs not what I meant. Today was⊠different. I donât want to go to dinner with just anyone. I want to go with you.
Her heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to stay firm. She typed a quick reply, keeping it casual.
Her: Nice try. But Iâve seen the way you charm everyone you talk to. Youâre going to have to try a lot harder if you want me to believe that.
A few minutes passed, and she wondered if maybe heâd let it go. But just as she was about to put her phone down, another message appeared.
Franco: Okay. Fair enough. How about this: tomorrow, after practice, let me show you what a real date looks like. No crowds, no cameras. Just you and me.
She hesitated, feeling the pull of curiosity mingled with doubt. She knew he could be as persistent as he was charming, and there was something intriguing about his willingness to push past her refusal.
Her: Why should I believe this isnât just a game to you?
His response came quickly this time, almost earnest.
Franco: Because no one else makes me want to try this hard. Iâm not playing around here, cariño. Tell me what I need to do, and Iâll do it.
She smiled, a little thrill rushing through her. For the first time, he seemed genuinely off-balance, unsure, and she couldnât help but enjoy it.
Her: Weâll see if you mean that. Good luck tomorrow, Franco.
Franco: Gracias. And just so you know⊠Iâm not giving up that easily.
The following week, she found herself in the bustling paddock of the Baku, her eyes catching sight of Francoâs car parked in the paddock. She had to admit, heâd stayed true to his word since their last exchange, staying out of her messagesâthough his lingering glances and smiles across the paddock hadnât exactly disappeared. If anything, he seemed more determined, more focused. It was all part of his act, she reminded herself. And yet, there was something undeniably thrilling about it.
She was busy gathering notes when she felt a familiar presence beside her. Franco had sidled up, hands tucked into the pockets of his team jacket, his easygoing grin making her pulse quicken in spite of herself.
âBack to cheer me on, sĂ?â he asked, eyes bright with that familiar mischief.
She held back a smile, refusing to give him the satisfaction. âIâm here to cover the race, Franco. Your cheering section is back there.â She nodded to the growing crowd of fans waving his name on signs with Argentinan flags just a few metres away.
He laughed, the sound warm and rich. âTheyâre great, sure, but I was looking for one particular fan. The one who told me Iâd have to work harder if I wanted to impress her.â
She raised an eyebrow, stepping out of earshot of the nearest camera. âOh, you remember that, do you?â
âEvery word,â he said, his gaze steady. âI thought about it all week.â
A small thrill ran through her, though she kept her voice steady and her tone cool. âWell, if youâre serious, youâll have to do better than last weekâs P12. Otherwise, it just looks like more talk.â
His expression shifted, his easy grin giving way to a flash of determination. âIf itâs a higher position you want,â he said, leaning in just slightly, âthen Iâll get it. Just keep watching.â
She crossed her arms, fighting the smile tugging at her lips. âIâll be watching, Colapinto. Donât disappoint me.â
He held her gaze for a moment, his eyes flickering with something that felt genuine, earnest. âI donât plan to,â he murmured, stepping back with a wink before heading toward his car.
As he disappeared into the garage, her heart raced. Franco Colapinto, the rookie charmer, was setting out to prove himself to her. And, as much as she hated to admit it, she was looking forward to seeing if he could keep his promise.
She sat in the media centre, eyes locked on the screen as the race unfolded. Francoâs car was easy to spot, weaving its way through the pack with a precision she hadnât expected. He was starting further up this time, P18, but it was still a long shot to even think heâd break into the top ten. Yet as the laps ticked by, he held his ground, pushing, clawing his way forward with a tenacity that had everyone watching in awe.
âImpressive for a rookie,â she overheard another journalist mutter, and she felt a strange pang of pride.
Halfway through the race, Franco made a daring overtake, squeezing past two midfield drivers into P10. She sat forward, barely breathing. He wasnât just hanging onâhe was gaining, going after every single opportunity on the track with a fierceness she hadnât seen before.
Heâd promised her heâd finish higher than last week, and sheâd thought it was just talk, maybe a little playful charm. But here he was, proving her wrong lap by lap.
By the time he made it to P9, she was leaning forward in her seat, clutching her notebook tightly. And then, with a bold move on the final few laps, he passed another driver, slipping into P8. Her heart raced as she watched him hold his ground, fending off the competition, determined to keep the position heâd fought so hard for. The chequered flag dropped, and Franco crossed the line in P8.
She exhaled, a rush of surprise and admiration flooding through her. Sheâd known he was talented, of courseâhe wouldnât have made it this far otherwise. But this? Climbing ten positions in a single race, all for a chance to prove himself to her? It was more than sheâd expected.
As the race ended, she moved through the paddock, her mind whirling. Franco Colapinto, the charming rookie who flirted with everyone, had just delivered one of the most impressive drives of the day. For her. And she wasnât sure if she was more impressed with his skill or his determination to keep his word.
She barely had a chance to catch her breath before she was back in the paddock, microphone in hand, ready to take on the post-race interviews. As she waited for Franco, she replayed his climb through the ranks in her mindâhis nerve, his timing, the way heâd handled himself on the track. It wasnât just impressive; it was astonishing. And as much as she tried to shake it off, she couldnât ignore the small thrill that ran through her at the thought that heâd done it, in part, for her.
Finally, Franco appeared, still in his race suit his face glistening with the sheen of hard work. There was a slight glimmer of triumph in his eyes as he spotted her, a grin spreading across his face. He walked over, ignoring the other cameras and reporters, his gaze focused squarely on her.
She raised her microphone, keeping her expression as neutral as she could. âFranco Colapinto, P8âyour second race in Formula 1, and already a massive improvement from last week. Can you walk us through it?â
He took a quick breath, then leaned in, a spark of mischief in his eyes. âWell, you know, someone told me I had to get higher than P12 if I wanted to impress them,â he said, his tone light but his gaze steady on hers. âSo I did it for them. Great motivation.â
Heat crept up her neck, and she forced herself to stay focused. She could feel the eyes of the other journalists and team members on them, her colleagues probably smirking at his obvious attempt to fluster her, but she managed to hold her ground.
âImpressive,â she said, keeping her voice level. âAnd this âmotivationââI assume itâs the same one whoâs kept you on your toes all week?â
Francoâs grin grew wider, unabashed. âAbsolutely. Turns out, when someone challenges me, I take it seriously.â He shifted his stance, his gaze softening just a fraction. âAnd if they ask, Iâll do it again.â
A few people around them chuckled, and she fought the urge to roll her eyes. This wasnât the usual post-race banter, and he didnât seem interested in giving anyone the typical driver answers. He was speaking to her as if they were alone, and for a brief moment, she almost forgot the cameras.
âWell, whatever youâre doing,â she replied, finally letting a small smile slip, âit seems to be working. P8 is no small feat.â
He tilted his head, as if studying her. âThen maybe next week, youâll set the bar even higher for me?â His voice was low, just enough for her to hear.
She felt her resolve waver slightly, but managed to maintain her professionalism. âWeâll see, Colapinto. For now, letâs just focus on how you plan to keep this up.â
He chuckled, shifting his grip on his helmet. âOh, I think I have all the motivation I need right here.â With one last grin and a wink, he turned to greet the other journalists, leaving her to process what was easily the most disarming post-race interview sheâd ever conducted.
Later that night, she was back in her hotel room, unwinding with a cup of tea, trying to shake off the lingering thrill of Francoâs performanceâand his audacity in the post-race interview. She still couldnât believe how heâd shamelessly directed half of his answers at her, leaving her just as off-balance as he had on the track. But as much as she tried to dismiss it, her thoughts kept circling back to his determination, his promise that heâd push harder just because sheâd challenged him.
Her phone buzzed with a message, and she glanced down to see it was from the Williamâs Instagram Account.
Team Rep: Hey, whatâs your room number?
She frowned for a moment, surprised by the casualness of the message. But teams occasionally followed up with journalists for clarifications or comments, especially after high-profile performances like Francoâs. Assuming they needed to drop off some post-race press notes or team statements, she quickly typed back her room number.
Her: Room 914.
Team Rep: Perfect. Thanks.
Not even a minute later, she heard a quiet knock on her door. She glanced at the time, wondering if the team rep had come by himself. But when she opened the door, the hallway was empty. Instead, resting on the floor in front of her was a beautiful bouquet of wildflowersâvibrant, unruly, and charmingly imperfect, wrapped with a small card slipped between the stems.
Her pulse quickened. She didnât have to check the note to know exactly who had left them.
Still, curiosity got the best of her, and she crouched down, carefully lifting the bouquet to pull the card free.
âTo my motivation: thank you for the push. Letâs raise the stakes again soon. â F.
A soft, reluctant smile tugged at her lips. She felt the warmth creeping up her cheeks, aware that Franco Colapinto had managed to surprise her again. It was a move so bold, so unexpectedâand, somehow, more genuine than any casual dinner invitation could have been.
She sighed, shaking her head but unable to fight the smile any longer. As she placed the flowers on the table, their vibrant petals catching the soft light, she couldnât help but wonder what Franco would pull next to prove himself. Because one thing was certain: he wasnât giving up. And maybe, just maybe, she didnât want him to.
She couldnât resist. Picking up her phone, she sent a quick message, keeping it light, casual.
Her: Cute.
It didnât take long for his response to pop up.
Franco: Oh? You find me cute?
She rolled her eyes, though her heart skipped a beat as she typed back.
Her: No, the flowers were a cute move.
A beat passed, and then came his reply, playful but edged with a hint of something more.
Franco: Well, then⊠would you let the guy behind the cute move take you out for dinner?
She hesitated, fingers hovering over her phone. She knew what this looked likeâa line blurred between work and something personal, maybe too personal. And for him, a rookie whoâd just broken into the sport, one misstep could easily become a distraction he couldnât afford. It wasnât just her reputation, but his too, and the stakes felt higher than either of them probably realised.
Her: I donât know, Franco. Thereâs too much on the line.
A pause, longer than his usual quick responses, and for a moment she thought maybe heâd let it go. Then his reply came through, brief and simple.
Franco: Okay.
She stared at the word, an unexpected pang of disappointment catching her off guard. Franco, usually so persistent, so bold, had accepted her hesitation without a fight. But as much as she wanted to push away her own reservations, she knew she was right. Still, the thought of him backing off now left her feeling⊠unbalanced.
Setting the phone down, she let out a sigh, glancing over at the flowers resting on her table. A small part of her wondered if maybe, just maybe, sheâd made the wrong choice.
Four weeks later, they were back at the track, Austin, the usual energy humming through the paddock as teams and drivers prepared for the weekend ahead. She found herself scanning the garages, a little spark of nerves in her chest that had nothing to do with work. Franco had kept his distance over the past few weeksâwell, as much distance as someone like him could manage. He was still his playful, charismatic self with the press, charming everyone in sight, but there was something different. He hadnât followed up on his dinner invitation, hadnât tried to push beyond her boundaries. She told herself it was for the best. Still, a small part of her couldnât shake the feeling that sheâd been too cautious.
Just then, she spotted him near the teamâs garage, leaning against the wall in his race suit around his hips, deep in conversation with one of his engineers. When he looked up and saw her, his face lit up, a grin breaking across his face as if no time had passed. She felt a little of that old thrill in her chest as he walked over.
âHola, stranger,â he greeted, hands tucked into his pockets of his team jacket, his voice as warm and casual as ever. âMiss me?â
She rolled her eyes, but she couldnât help the smile tugging at her lips. âYou were just here four weeks ago, Colapinto. Donât flatter yourself.â
He chuckled, giving her that familiar, playful look. âFour weeks is a long time, donât you think?â
She shook her head, feeling a bit of the tension from the past month melt away. Whatever her own doubts, Franco hadnât let her brush-off change himâhe was still here, as charming and persistent as ever. And somehow, that lifted a weight off her shoulders.
âHave you been behaving?â she asked, arching an eyebrow. âOr should I be prepared for more unexpected flower deliveries?â
Francoâs grin grew wider, his eyes flashing with that spark she was growing dangerously used to. âDepends. You miss them?â
She laughed softly, looking down to avoid letting him see her smile. âIâd hardly admit that if I did.â
He leaned in just slightly, his voice lowering. âGood thing Iâm a patient man, then. Because Iâm not done yet.â There was a softness to his tone, a hint of something genuine beneath his usual confidence, and it made her heart skip a beat.
Despite herself, she found comfort in his persistence, in his way of toeing the line between serious and playful without putting any pressure on her. For all his charm, he hadnât crossed any lines. He was waiting, leaving the door open if she ever wanted to step through.
As he turned to head back toward his car, he glanced over his shoulder, giving her a wink. âYou know where to find me if you change your mind, cariño. Iâll be around.â
And with that, he disappeared into the garage, leaving her standing there with a soft smile, feeling just a little lighter, a little braver.
She found herself glued to the screen as the race unfolded, Francoâs car darting through the pack with all the finesse and raw determination sheâd come to recognise in him. Starting from P17, he had a long climb ahead of him, and as the laps ticked down, he kept gaining ground, his timing sharp, his decisions bold. He was relentless, working his way through the grid with an intensity that kept her at the edge of her seat.
By the halfway mark, he was already up to P12, and she could feel the anticipation building among the journalists and crew around her. Franco wasnât just driving; he was fighting for every single position, taking advantage of each moment with an almost calculated risk. And he was doing it with the confidence that had both frustrated and charmed her from the start.
Then, in the final laps, with a daring overtake on the inside line, he claimed P10. A top ten finish. It was almost too perfectâhis words from the last race echoing in her mind as he crossed the line: âIf they ask, Iâll do it again.â
The paddock was buzzing with excitement as she made her way toward the media pen, preparing herself for the post-race interview. She tried to tamp down the flutter of nerves, reminding herself that heâd been charming his way through interviews with her for weeks now. But there was something different this time, a spark of pride mingled with her excitement, and she couldnât wait to see him walk in.
When he finally appeared, the smile on his face was brighter than sheâd ever seen. Still in his race suit, a towel on his head, he strode over to her with that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. She raised her microphone, struggling to keep her voice steady.
âFranco Colapinto,â she began, her own smile betraying just a hint of the thrill she felt. âP10 from P17âcongratulations. Tell us, how did you manage such an impressive climb?â
He grinned, leaning casually into the microphone. âWell, you know me. I like a good challenge,â he said, his gaze holding hers for a second longer than necessary. âAnd I couldnât let down the one person who told me I had to keep improving.â
The implication wasnât lost on anyone listening, and she felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She rolled her eyes slightly, playing it off as best she could. âSeems like youâre making a habit of climbing positions to impress,â she replied, keeping her tone light.
Francoâs smile softened, turning almost genuine. âFor some things,â he said, his voice low enough that only she could hear, âitâs worth the effort.â
She swallowed, momentarily at a loss for words, but managed to pull herself together, keeping the interview rolling. âWell, youâve certainly earned that P10. Whatâs the plan for next time? Any more surprise performances in store?â
âOh, definitely,â he replied, flashing her a grin. âBut letâs say Iâll aim higher than P10 next time. If someone out there is willing to set a new challenge for me, Iâll be ready.â His words hung in the air, a subtle invitation that made her heart skip a beat.
She couldnât hold back her smile as she wrapped up the interview, his gaze lingering on her with that same unspoken promise. And as she watched him walk away, her heart raced with the thrill of what might come next, realising that maybeâjust maybeâshe was ready to see where this challenge would lead.
As Franco walked away, she felt the lingering warmth of his gaze, that same thrill coursing through her that sheâd tried so hard to brush off. But now, it seemed, she wasnât entirely sure she wanted to. The interview had felt like more than just a casual exchange; his words, his lookâthere was something real beneath the flirtation, something she found herself wanting to chase.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of post-race coverage and media duties, but her thoughts kept drifting back to him, to the way his eyes had held hers, steady and genuine, as heâd promised to aim even higher. It was only when she caught herself looking around the paddock, almost instinctively, that she realised she was seeking him out. By then, her professional caution had faded, replaced by something far less reasonable but far more enticing.
She knew she was violating so many unspoken rules as she made her way around the paddock, ducking out of the more crowded paths and slipping past the occasional lingering crew member. A pang of guilt buzzed at the back of her mind, but it was no match for the magnetic pull drawing her toward his driverâs room.
She stopped outside the door, exhaling a shaky breath as her pulse raced with a mix of nerves and anticipation. The hallway was quiet, the sounds of the bustling paddock fading away. Before she could second-guess herself, she raised her hand and knocked softly.
The door opened, and there he was, in a grey tracksuit and plain black top, his expression shifting from surprise to that warm, familiar smile that had always managed to disarm her.
âWell,â he said, leaning against the doorframe, his voice dropping to a low murmur, âI didnât expect my motivation to show up in person.â
She rolled her eyes, but there was no hiding her smile. âI figured Iâd come to make sure youâre planning to keep your word. That climb to P10 wasnât exactly a small feat.â
His smile softened, and he stepped aside, wordlessly inviting her in. As the door clicked shut behind them, the noise and pressures of the paddock slipped away, leaving just the two of them. The look he gave herâwarm, unguarded, and almost vulnerableâmade her heart skip a beat.
Sheâd broken so many of her own rules just to get here, but in this moment, she couldnât bring herself to regret a single one.
Taking a moment to look around, she noticed his bags were packed and ready for the triple header and that there was nowhere to sit.
She sat on the edge of his bed, trying to look at ease despite the heat rising in her cheeks. Franco stood in front of her, close enough that her knees brushed his legs. The room felt charged with his presence, the quiet intensity in his gaze making it impossible to look away.
âDidnât think Iâd see you here,â he murmured, leaning down a bit. The way his dark eyes lingered on her, sweeping over her face and holding her gaze, sent a rush of warmth through her.
She felt a smile tugging at her lips, trying to keep her voice steady. âFigured Iâd make sure youâre holding up after all that hard work.â
He chuckled, his voice low, with just a hint of playfulness. âOh, Iâm holding up just fine.â He reached out, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek, letting his thumb linger just a moment too long against her skin. âIn fact, I think Iâm doing better than fine.â
Her cheeks flushed even deeper, but she held his gaze, determined not to let him throw her off-balanceâat least not completely. âYou know,â she said, trying to match his tone, âyou donât have to turn everything into a line, Colapinto.â
Franco tilted his head, a smile playing on his lips. âOnly with you, cariño.â
She let out a soft laugh, her heartbeat picking up as he moved closer, until he was standing right between her legs. She felt his fingers trace gently along her jawline, his thumb tilting her chin up so she was looking directly into his eyes.
âNot used to being flirted with, cariño?â he asked softly, his voice smooth and teasing.
She swallowed, feeling her blush deepen as her usual composure slipped. âNo⊠not like this.â
âShame,â he murmured, his thumb grazing her cheek as his eyes searched hers, warm and intent. His voice softened, and the playfulness gave way to something more genuine. âBecause Iâm just getting started.â
She felt her breath hitch, her pulse racing as his words sank in, leaving her both disarmed and impossibly drawn in. And in that moment, she realised that every wall sheâd put up around him was slipping away, piece by piece.
For a moment, she couldnât take her eyes off him, the air between them thick with anticipation. Then, she noticed the small silver chain dangling from his neck, glinting faintly against the fabric of his black top, and without thinking, she reached up, wrapping her fingers around it gently.
Francoâs gaze flickered in surprise, his breath catching as she tugged on the chain, pulling him just close enough that their faces were inches apart. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, and the intensity of his gaze sent a thrill through her that made her heart pound. His hands settled on either side of her hips as he leaned in, their breaths mingling in the charged silence.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she closed the space between them, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was tentative at first, soft and exploratory, but the warmth in his response was immediate. His hand slid up her back, pulling her closer, and she felt his fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss, his touch gentle yet confident.
She didnât realise how tightly she was gripping his chain until she felt his hand cover hers, his thumb tracing lightly over her knuckles as if to say, Iâm here.
When they finally parted, both of them slightly breathless, Franco looked at her, hand caressing her cheek, his smile soft and real, devoid of his usual playfulness. He looked at her with a quiet intensity that made her stomach flip.
âYou know," he started, his voice dipping into that smooth, charming tone, âI thought I never had a chance with you. You made me work for every single look, every smileâŠâ He shook his head, his hand still resting against her cheek, his thumb brushing just beneath her jaw. âI was convinced youâd never actually let me get this close.â
She felt a warm, amused smile tugging at her lips as she listened to him, his words genuine but tinged with that familiar, playful charm. Watching him, her heart surged with an undeniable impulse, one she didnât want to ignore any longer. In one fluid motion, she slid her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down, pressing her lips to his again with a fierce, unrestrained intensity that sent sparks through her.
Francoâs surprise melted instantly, his hands slipping from her cheek to either side of her hips, matching her passion. The kiss deepened, turning slower, almost reverent, as if neither of them wanted the moment to end. She could feel his pulse racing under her hands, his warmth overwhelming in the most exhilarating way.
Without breaking the kiss, she leaned back, drawing him down with her onto the bed. She felt his weight settle gently over her, his hands bracing on either side of her as he kissed her with a hunger that felt both new and inevitable. When he finally pulled back just slightly, his lips hovering over hers, his voice was breathless, a bit dazed.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this,â he murmured, his fingers tracing down her arm as he held her gaze, a vulnerable softness there she hadnât seen before.
âGood,â she whispered back, her own voice unsteady, feeling as though her walls were completely gone now. âBecause I donât plan on making it easy for you.â
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned down, his mouth finding hers again with an eagerness that left them both completely lost in each other, as if the rest of the world had faded away.
Maybe he was worth the wait.
the end.
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Zayne
Pairing: Zayne x f!Reader
Summary: The rain ruining his plans might have been the best possible luck.
Warnings: MDNI, Fluff, Smut, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie
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âItâs raining.â You point out, face nearly pressing on the window as you stare outside. It was going to happen sooner or later, the dark clouds had been adorning the sky the entire day, yet the day went dry.
âRaining?â Zayne sounds surprised, as if he hadnât been staring at the same dark sky a couple of hours earlier. He stands up, walking over to look out the window as if he didnât trust your word. You swear you hear him sigh when he confirms that itâs indeed raining.
âIs everything okay? Is our date still on?â You look at him, worried about his reaction. He wants to say that the rain will be over in ten minutes and the plans are still on⊠But it doesnât look like itâll stop any time soon.Â
âThe rain is going to make things more⊠Difficult.â Zayne answers, not wanting to give up on the date idea just yet. There is no hope though, you canât go stargazing when itâs storming out. You stare at him, trying to study the look on his faceâ A task thatâs difficult since the man does a great job at suppressing any trace of emotion. âMaybe we have to change a couple of things.â
From now on he will leave the dates to you and only you, because the one time he plans something itâs ruined before it even begins. Itâs what he gets for trying to be romantic, thereâs a reason youâre the one that usually takes on the role.Â
âLike?â You ask, and he isnât sure how to answer. He already had everything planned out, and he put his all to the specific date so now his brain is empty. The lack of answer makes you chuckle. âSo weâre staying in?â
âUnless I get a reservation in time.â Zayne reaches for his phone to look up restaurants nearby, trying to salvage the night but you snatch the device from his hands. He raises his brows, wondering what you have in mind.
âLetâs stay in. We can cook something, play a couple of games⊠Other stuff.â You respond, and Zayne fights back a smile. Itâs great to have someone pick up his slack. âI found this new recipe that Iâve been dying to try.â
âTell me what you need, and Iâm on it.â He says, and you canât help but smile. Heâs willing to do anything when you have his attention.Â
âI think we have everything, I just need you to chop up some stuff.â You tell him, and he nods in response. Heâs not a great cook since he barely has the time or energy to make his own meals, but at the very least heâs great at chopping up stuff. âYou can be my sous chef.â
âYes, maâam.â Thereâs a subtle smile on his lips, and it overflows your heart with joy when you notice it. You wonder why he smiles but itâs never unwelcome. Especially from him.
You kiss his cheek before telling him, âLetâs get to work.â
After nearly burning the house down trying the new recipe, you surprisingly end up with a delicious meal on your table. Youâre enjoying your meal, too busy stuffing your face to keep up a proper conversation. You donât need to talk either way, each otherâs presence is enough to satisfy any need for interaction. Though Zayne canât help but comment,
âSurprisingly it doesnât taste burnt.â Which makes you roll your eyes. He canât help but bring it up when you told him a million times that you had it under wraps.Â
âI told you I had it handled.â You respond. âOr do you not have faith in me, Dr. Zayne?â
âDr. Zayne?â He raises a brow, and you hum in response. He lets out a low laugh before answering, âI do have faith in you⊠But I am allowed to draw some conclusions when I see a flame coming from the pan.â
âThat wasnât a flame.â You argue, and he slightly shakes his head.
âThen why did the fire alarm go off?â He points out, and you puff out a breath. You cross your arms, your appetite gone because your boyfriend wonât allow you to have the last word. He never does, and it might be his only defect. He couldnât be perfect.Â
âNext time Iâm leaving the cooking to you then.â You pout. He doesnât want you to feel bad for the light fire, it could happen to anyone plus you were cooking a new recipe.
âYouâre a far better cook than I am.â He responds, hoping that itâll make you feel better. Heâs staring at you, trying to decipher what you feel based on the expression on your face. You only stick out your bottom lip, clearly not happy with what heâs said.
What did he say wrong? He said all the right words, you should be gleaming not⊠Looking disappointed.
âOnly because you donât have time to pick up the skill, if you did then you would be saying something far much different.â You end up telling him, and he takes a moment to look at your face. Heâs not sure how to answer. He ends up by telling the truth,
âProbably.â And the moment the word leaves his lips, he realizes he couldnât have picked a worse answer. You look absolutely mortified, and he doesnât know how to deal with it.
âProbably? Youâre not supposed to say that.â You say, and he gives you a subtle nod. Heâs not supposed to tell you the truth then.
âWhat am I supposed to say then?â He sounds ever so serious, and one swift look at his face makes you think that he is, indeed, serious.Â
âNo, I doubt it. Youâre the best cook ever, dear.â You end up answering, almost laughing at your own response. You see a twinge of a smirk on his face, and you feel like youâve accomplished something. He lets himself loose around you, and often laughs at any stupid joke that you make, but it still feels rare when you actually see him smile.
âAlright then, so not the truth. Simple.â He answers, and the smirk that comes to his lips doesnât fill you with pride like it usually does. You puff out a breath and he says, âRepeat the statement.â
âNo.â Your answer is firm, therefore he wonât bug you to do it. Heâll drop the subject.Â
You two continue eating, and for once heâs the one that makes most of the conversation. He should apologize, he shouldâve chosen better words.Â
âIf it makes you feel better, the one time I plan a date⊠It starts to rain.â Zayne hopes that by admitting his own failures, heâll make you feel better. You canât help but chuckle.
âThat doesnât mean that you suck, it just means that the weather isnât on your side.â You reassure him, face turning to look out the window. The rain still falls, much harder than before. âPlus Iâm enjoying the date. Well, I was before youââ
âIn my defense, I was initially complimenting the dish.â He argues, and you canât help but laugh. A petty argument from a compliment. Though youâd argue that it was backhanded, Zayne isnât all that great with wordsâ Unless itâs with him coming up with a witty comeback, or of course, explaining medical terminology.
âHow about you start cleaning up while I look for a game we can play?â You change the topic as you finish up your meal. Zayne immediately nods, more than willing to fulfill the task that youâve assigned. He begins to clear the table, and you stand up to look for the games that are hidden away. Games that youâve gotten to play with him but youâve never had the time to actually sit down together and figure out.
You look for something thatâll make the night more fun, and also something that you have yet to play⊠But you still land on an old game. Something that gets both of you competitive. You end up pulling an old game that youâve played a dozen times with him. A game that makes you want to break up with him, but when you make up itâs a memorable night.
You set up the table with the game, and wait for Zayne to finish up in the kitchen. Youâd offer to help if he was doing any other task, but you arenât going out of your way to clean up, even if it is to help your amazing boyfriend. Maybe you can take a peek at the cards as you wait for him to come back to the table.
âOkay, Iâm ready.â Zayne walks back to the table, grabbing the cards that you definitely didnât take a quick look at, and shuffling them. âWhoâs going first?â
âI am. I donât trust you while playing kitty cards.â You respond, and he hands out two cards. You frown as you look at them, knowing that youâre starting off on a bad foot. Your assist cards can help you make a comeback, so youâre only praying you get lucky with that.
âI should be the one saying that, I saw you look at the cards.â He lets out a low laugh as he gives himself three cards. He takes a seat across from you before commenting, âGiven by the look on your face, you didnât get all that lucky.â
âIâm going to win. Mark my words.â
Though youâre as competitive as you can be, luck simply isnât on your side. Zayne doesnât help your case, using every card that he has, against your favor. You glare at him with every move he takes, and he smirks, proud of his every move.
âCan you leave me alone? I barely have any points, thereâs no point for you to null my card.â You complain, and Zayne shakes his head.Â
âI have to take every possible precaution.â He answers, putting down a card that takes away your turnâ And if that isnât horrible enough, he takes away one of the kitty cards that youâve put down. âLast time you won, I heard about it for weeks.â
âLast time I lost, you also heard about it for weeks. Matter of fact, we almost broke up.â You point out, and you watch as the corner of his lips turn. Heâs trying his best to fight back a smile, and you have to roll your eyes. âAnd if you keep up with your act, we might actually break up.â
âItâs just a game of kitty cards.â Zayne says, which makes you glare at him. You cross your arms, a scoff leaving your lips. Just a game of kitty cards? The game becomes a very serious matter when youâre as competitive as you are.
âIf you donât take it seriously, then you should let me win.â You claim, and Zayne knows that unless he stops playing, your date will completely go sour. He just fixed matters after his unnecessary comment, he canât let himself nearly ruin the date once again. He could try to let you win, but at this point thereâs no way you can make a comeback. Plus, itâs not satisfactory for him.
âHow about we stop.â He suggests, and you know you canât win.
âFine.â You answer, a hint of attitude in your voice just so he notes that youâre not happy with him. Â
âWhat were we going to do today?â You ask him, beginning to clear the table. The sight of the unfair game is keeping you mad, so itâs best to clean up. Zayne joins you.
âStargazing.â He responds, which perks up your eyebrows. Where exactly? âItâs a place not too far from here that gives a perfect view of the city, and I thought itâd be a nice date. I bought a couple of snacks to have a late picnic, but the universe isnât on my side.â
âThat is such a cute date!â You comment, eyes looking out the window to see that the rain has calmed down. âWe can still do it.â
Zayne looks in the same direction. Itâs not what he pictured, but itâs not a bad idea.
âJust for a minute.â He grabs your hand, fingers intertwining with yours before he guides you outside. Your anger is long forgotten when you feel his large hand lightly squeezing your own. Thereâs still some light rain when you exit the place, but you arenât staying outside for too long so itâs not an issue.
âLook, thereâs a full moon.â You immediately point to the sky. The clouds had been hiding the moon all night, and now you finally get a chance to glance at it. âJust look at it, itâs so beautiful.â
âIt really is beautiful.â He answers, though his eyes arenât looking at the moon. His thumb traces lazy circles on the back of your hand, as he finally looks up at the sky. Stargazing is a dumb date if you arenât going to the countryside. In a way, heâs glad his plans were ruined.Â
You look back at Zayne, a foolish smile coming to your lips. Stargazing wouldâve been nice, even if you donât get a great sight, laying next to him for a whole night is the type of date that you need. You donât even need to talk, each otherâs presence is more than enough for you to be satisfied.
âWhy are you smiling?â He finally looks back at you. Itâs not a complaint, heâs overjoyed to find you smiling. He just wonders whatâs going on in your mind. Two fingers come up to his face, brushing away the hair thatâs on his forehead before you get on your tip-toes to press a kiss on it.
âYou are so cute.â You tell him, and he chuckles. Out of all words that you couldâve picked, cute is the one that he least expected.
âCute?â He responds, and you hum in response. Nevertheless, itâs a compliment so heâll accept it. He smiles back at you, gaze getting lost into your eyes. You have the most beautiful eyes heâs ever seen, maybe thatâs the reason heâs so desperately in love with you. âCute. Iâll take it.â
âLetâs go inside before you get sick.â Thereâs a mischievous smile on your lips as you say the words. Heâs the one that usually says the phrase, but the tables have turned. Zayne lets go of your hand, hands falling on your waist before pulling you closer.
âLetâs enjoy the moment a little longer, I donât mind getting sick.â His nose brushes against yours, his eyes looking into yours ever so lovingly. His supple lips land on yours, pulling away within seconds. âItâs barely even raining.â
âJust a minute then.â You tell him, and he nods in response. However, Zayne doesnât care to look at the sky. Apart from the full moon, thereâs nothing thatâs worth noting.
He loves the feeling of the rain on his skin, every droplet is a subtle reminder that this is real. Heâs living in the moment. Whatâs happening right now is not a fragment of his imagination. The way you look at him, the way you laugh, the way your hands wrap behind his neckâ Itâs all real.
âOkay, we should go now. I donât want you to get sick⊠And I also donât want to get sick.â You say, and he smiles. He lets go of you, allowing you to go inside without an issue. Youâre not going inside without him though. You grab Zayneâs hand and drag him inside, knowing that if he gets sick, youâll end up getting sick as well.
âIâm going to get changed.â You tell him, and he mindlessly follows. Heâs seen you naked many times, thereâs no need to be shy⊠Except he is the one that gets shy at the mere thought of seeing you naked. Heâs already flustered at the idea of you getting changed; but he still follows.
âWhat do you want to do now? Watch a movie?â You ask him, getting to the room. Thereâs a sudden increase in temperatureâ Or is it just Zayne? Why does he feel hot?
âA movie⊠Sounds fun.â He swallows thickly, watching as you begin to lift up your shirt. His cheeks turn pink at the sight of some skin, but you never take off your shirt. You notice heâs staring, and you fight back on smirking.Â
âDo you have something else in mind?â You watch him step towards you, ever so slowly. Heâs hesitating. Should he? He doesnât want to turn the sweet night into something⊠More. But he does.
He wants to feel every inch of you, and frankly, the shirt that you have on outlines everything which doesnât really help. Maybe heâs a pervert for the thoughts that creep into his head, but itâs hard to think differently when you look like this right before him.
Before you know it, Zayneâs lips land on yours, tongue exploring your mouth before it finds your own. His tongue presses against yours while his hands desperately try to take off the damp clothes that cover your body. Very skilled hands struggle, nerves overtaking him at the thought of feeling your body. An action heâs done many times before, but he turns into putty each and every time.
Youâre not as nervous though, hands going to his belt and unbuckling it without an issue. Your hands go into his boxers, feeling him up which makes the man pathetically whimper into your kiss. He can come undone from a single move. And even when your hands are wrapped around his cock, heâs too nervous to touch under your shirt. Â
You pull away, a string of saliva connecting your lips until you pull far enough that the bond breaks. You take off your shirt, and Zayne is watching you as if he were a teenager all over again. Cheeks burn red at the sight of some skin, itâs truly pathetic. Itâs not just some skin though, youâre getting completely undressed in front of him.
âYouâre the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen.â Heâs dumbfounded, itâs as if heâs never seen this before. This is nothing new to him, but it always feels like the first time⊠Thatâs a good thing, right?Â
His lips land on yours again, though he takes more risks this time as his hand fondles your breast. His lips donât last long on your mouth, choosing to kiss down your neck, before his lips land on your breasts. His lips kiss every inch of your skin before his tongue circles around your nipple.Â
Itâs nice, but you need more. Your body is begging to feel every inch of him. Luckily for you, itâs as if Zayne can read your mind.
âI need to taste more of you. Please.â Thereâs desperation behind his eyes, itâs as if he needs it. You get on the bed for him, legs spreading without a shame in the world.He stares down at you and he licks his lips. Maybe this is how he shouldâve led the date in the first place.
âYouâre so gorgeous.â He says as he gets on his knees. He kisses your inner thigh, working his way up. So gentle and shy, but he doesnât want to get ahead of himself. Doing things slowly is what makes this more exciting.
âSmells so sweet.â He finally gets to your pussy, the tip of his nose pressing against your clit before he kisses it. His lips feel so soft on you. He kisses your clit again before his tongue begins to flick it. Tastes even better than he remembered.Â
Sweeter than he could ever imagine.
Low moans escape your lips as you feel his tongue work on you. The sound of your voice is perfect, all the motivation he needs to do this. Itâs his reward for the night, and he couldnât be happier. Itâs perfect. Youâre perfect.Â
He kisses your clit, two long fingers running through your folds to gather your slick. Once his fingers are lubricated enough, he slowly pushes them in. He begins to suck on your clit and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You moan his name, pleasure already consuming you.
He curves his fingers so they hit just the right spot. You bite down your lip, feeling embarrassed at the thought of being too loud. Heâs looking up at you, and the look on your face is something he wants to have ingrained in his memory.
His fingers pick up speed, and your hands grip the bed sheets. Pleasure consumes you, your climax slowly overtaking your body. Youâre moaning his name again, unable to contain yourself as sex clouds your mind.Â
âThatâs it, baby! Thatâs so good.â You canât help yourself as your boyfriend hits all the right spots. Itâs music to his ears. Even when heâs been congratulated for his many achievements, this is the best thing heâs ever heard.
Your breath gets caught up in your chest, your body quivering as you finally reach your climax. Zayne pulls out his fingers, tongue continuing to lap at your cunt until heâs finally satisfied. He presses a kiss on your clit when heâs finished.
âI need you, baby. Please.â You say, and Zayne canât afford to waste another moment. It hurts to even think with the uncomfortable feeling thatâs in his pants. He walks to the nightstand to get the bottle of lube before giving all his attention to you. He gets undressed before getting on top of you.
âAre you sure you want this?â Zayne asks as he pours the lube all over his dick. Maybe he should consider some sort of protection, but he needs to fully feel you. He needs to feel every inch of your body.Â
âI need you, please. Give it to me.â Your voice is enough to drive him wild. He runs the tip of his cock through your folds before slowly pushing himself into you. He bites his lip, not wanting the pathetic noise that leaves his throat to be audible. You feel so nice and warm around his cock, so fucking perfect in every single way.
âItâs so good.â He mutters, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as he feels you around him. He bottoms out, stopping to give you time to adjust.Â
âMove.â You tell him, and Zayne begins to move with slow thrusts. His eyes focus on your face, watching as it contorts with pleasure. Itâs hard for him to not get nervous when you look like this, so fucking perfect.Â
âYouâre so tight.â He says, hands gripping the bed sheets. Your legs wrap around his waist, hands going to the back of your neck to push him down. Your lips meet his in a messy but passionate kiss.
You drive him insane.
âYouâre doing so good, baby.â You praise him, and you hear a groan come from his throat. His thrusts pick up speed, slowly losing himself inside of you. All composure comes undone when it comes to you.
He watches your hand move down your torso, and before you can even finish your thought, his hand takes over. His fingers play with your clit, doing everything just right. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, moaning his name over and over again.
âFuck.â He curses, a word that rarely leaves his lips. But what else can he say when youâre squeezing around him? He shuts his eyes, too overwhelmed by everything that goes on. Your hands go to his back, nails digging into his soft flesh which makes him moanâ The slight pain heightens the pleasure.
âZayne, Iâm gonnaââ You begin, pleasure overtaking your body as another climax approaches. Zayne hits all the right spots, he simply knows your body too well.Â
âI know, dear. I know.â Heâs out of breath. Heâs close too. Itâs just too much for him to handle. But youâre one step ahead of him. Your nails drag along the skin of his back as pleasure gets the best of you. You see white, finally reaching your high.Â
âGood job.â He praises you, knowing that heâs not going to last much. Youâre just too much for him, which in the context, is a wonderful thing. His thrusts get sloppy, getting more vocal by the second.
âCan I finish inside?â He asks, and you frantically nod your head, not even having the words to say yes. You pull him into a kiss, and he groans into it as he releases his warm cum into you. A dragged out sigh leaves his lips when he pulls away from the kiss.Â
He stays buried inside of you, not wanting to leave your warmth just yet. He stares into your eyes for a bit, getting lost in them once again. Thereâs a certain spark in them, one that heâs noticed only appears when you look at him. The same spark that appears in his eyes.
âCan we cuddle?â You ask him as he pulls out of you. He lays down beside you, turning his head to look at your sweaty face.
âClean up first.â He says, though you donât listen and nuzzle up next to him. He rolls his eyes, but he still wraps his arms around you. âI admit, this is much better than stargazing.â
âWe couldâve done that there too.â You respond without missing a beat, and his face gets completely red. He definitely wasnât imagining that. He supposes that you couldâve, but it wouldnât be as specialâ It would be even more special, it just would be indecent.
âI like it better here.â He tells you, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. âItâs warm, and thereâs no bugs around.â
âYouâre right.â You chuckle. âCould you imagine if a mosquito bit youââ
âHow about I run you a bath?â Zayne cuts you off, knowing that the question thatâs about to leave your lips is absurd. He doesnât want to hear it.Â
âWill you join me?â You question, getting off him. He takes a moment to look at you before nodding in response.Â
A bath sounds nice.
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celebrity energyâ.àłàż*:đ
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so i got an ask about this a while ago and i wanted to make a post about it but i went on hiatus đ so im making the post now. thank you to the anonie who asked the question that inspired this post and i hope you see this cuz it answers ur ask...đŹđ
THE TRIPLE C'S ;
while making the notes for celebrity energy (the big C) and i was able to umbrella it to three main points. those points being confidence, cuntiness, and charisma.
confidence ; celebrities need to have undeniable confidence in themselves and their abilities. they're famous for a reason and they know that. work on ur self concept and watch ur confidence sky rocket.
cuntiness ; to be cunty is to be feminine and aware of urself. be cunty in the things that u do and the way that u handle urself. to be cunty is to find the perfect balance of inner strength and delicateness. cunt = refined.
charisma ; authenticity is the heart of charisma. be authentic and dont be afraid to take up space.
ALL ABOUT IMAGE ;
to have celebrity you need an image to put forward. this is where the power of social media comes in. your social media is like your brand. in this day and age social media is such a powerful tool not only for networking but also for getting u into places that u wanna get to.
in order to do that though u need to learn how to formulate ur own distinct image and advertise it expertly on social media.
PERSONAL BRAND AND REPUTATION ;
to further touch on those points ur social media IS your brand. this section kind of ties in with the next but im trying to distinguish between the two. so ur personal brand is what u do. so lets say ur rly SUPER smart and ur known for getting A's on like everything.
that is ur personal brand and that comes with a reputation that u may or may not feel obligated to uphold. but its important to uphold a reputation of some sort. with that being said be careful of what u post on ur social media because DIGITAL FOOTPRINT IS REAL. and when people look at ur social media they're seeing a representation of what ur putting out to the world so always be mindful.
WHATS UR SIGNATURE ;
you need something about yourself thatâs gonna set you apart. the way that you walk the way that you dress the way that you do ur makeup etc. decide what kind of energy u wanna serve, and SERVE IT. i choose to serve princess energy and i could write a whole separate post on that but find someone who serves that same energy so that u can learn from them.
remember, dont introduce urself as a vibe that u cannot maintain
but back to what we were talking about what is your SIGNATURE. what makes u or people think "yea thats so (insert ur name)" is the way that u talk or the way that u carry yourself. make sure to refine urself and be ur own distinct individual.
and dont be afraid to play around with signatures, ur allowed to have a few or one singular one, dont limit urself and keep trying until u can create the perfect one for youâŠđŹđ
while on the topic of signatures i wanna touch on STAR QUALITY. learn how to market urself not only as a person but as ur own brand. star quality is the perfect blend of (talent + training + confidence)
POLISH YOURSELF ;
refinement refinement refinement. u need to be studying yourself and you need to be able to see urself from other point of views. seeing urself from other point of views can be so refreshing and useful and it rly helps when ur trying to polish urself.
take impeccable care for urself and constantly show urself that u love urself. polish the way that u talk and the way that u carry yourself so that u can be exuding so much you-energy. its basically taking ur signature and the energy that u exude -> and refining it.
you have to create the energy before fame comes. if u wanna have celebrity energy u have to start getting comfortable with putting urself out there which leads me to my next point...đŹđ
KILL CRINGE ;
when people call u cringe thats like them exposing their fear of being seen and analyzed by the world. they're upset because ur putting urself out there and they're insecure, but thats for them to fix within themselves. so dont take it personally when someone calls u cringe.
furthermore ur fear of being cringe is holding u back because ur always overthinking everything and u won't let urself do anything even if it'll help you because ur worried it might be cringe or ur worried what other people think so nip that in the bud and let urself live! u might have haters but dont let urself be ur own hater.
SOME MORE SOURCES ;
THE IMPORTANCE OF BRANDING
MIRROR WORK + AFFIRMATIONS
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hiii đ I REALLY LOVE UR GOJO X YN SO MUCHHH đđ I was also wondering like maybe what if y/n has a wound, like any where đ„Č it could be either on her back, arms, legs but she doesn't wanna tell gojo abt it and she hides it, then he will find out about it either she winces when gojo hugs her, starts wearing long sleeved clothes or her shirt lifts up while sleeping đ€§ TYSMMâ€â€
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a/n: I am honored that you like my works, love! hope you enjoy this as well đ«¶đ𫶠also happy birthday to the man, the myth, the legend: gojo satoru!! (itâs still his birthday in my country so hush I am not late)
you are more than a capable sorcerer. in fact, you are one of the strongest in the field.
however, like anyone else, there are some moments where things get a little out of hand, and you come back bearing a rather long slash on your left arm.
but since itâs pretty late, you decided you will bother shoko about it in the morning. that is how youâre finally in your home, with satoru nowhere to be found.
you frown lightly at the fact that he is still out there fighting curses, but a part of you feels relieved that you donât have to explain your situation right now.
the night should pass by smoothly, and you will go to shoko tomorrow: a fool-proof plan!
so you do what you can to sanitize the wound, and cover it until you can get it treated properly. you also take the chance to indulge in your favorite snack as a good job treat.
after finishing your food and tidying up for the day, youâre finally in bed, all-cozied up and avoiding anything touching your wound as much as possible.
a deep breathe in, a deep breathe out, and you slowly drift to sleep.
not much time passes before satoruâs familiar footsteps echo throughout the house.
your husband has an abundance of energy.
but it seemed like todayâs missions have drained him a bit more than normal, so he skips eating anything and heads straight to your shared bedroom.
his heart softens, and his muscles relax upon the sight of you tucked in bed. he walks to press a small kiss on your forehead, quickly changing into his pajamas and settling right by your side.
he stretches a bit and turns to spoon you as per usual, eyes closing in contentment.
but you wince, even if adeptly, and it sends alarms ringing through his head.
he jerks up, and his hand is instantly placed on your arm again, softly. there is an ever so faint change in your expression as your eyebrows furrow, and he has never pulled his hand away so fast.
he keeps debating in his head whether to wake you up or not, but he swiftly settles for the former.
he needs to know what happened. so he, regrettably, nudges your sleepy form, ây/n?â
you groan, but, nonetheless, you reply, ââŠwhat?â
while satoru often likes to base theatrics around his every move and phrase, but he also knows when to get straight to the point, âdid you get hurt on todayâs mission?â
youâre no longer half-asleep, and you quickly sit up, eyeing your husband. knowing there is no escape nor denial, you fidget with your fingers and nod slowly.
then you hurriedly utter, âbut I was going to see shoko first thing in the morning; I promise!â
he nods slowly, holding your hands in his own. youâre left to look him in the eyes. satoruâs eyes being exposed makes him feel so vulnerable, or at least thatâs how he is with you.
you can see every wrinkle, and every crease; you can see what he is thinking about in real time. he has long given up hiding anything from you, and, besides, it feels fresh to just let go.
but right now, as you look into his eyes, you see them swarming with confliction, pain, and worry.
he doesnât scold you about not going right now because he knows that you will tell him that you either thought it wasnât a big deal or that you didnât want to bother shoko with it.
instead, he settles on a hushed whisper of âcan I see it?â
you throw him a confused look, âwhy? I am getting it treated tomorrow anyway,â then you smile, âitâs not going to permanent if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
he shakes his head, âitâs not that; I justââ he takes a deep breath then looks at you pleadingly, âjust let me see it.â
perhaps itâs to silence his thoughts and to show him that youâre truly okay, as okay as you can be.
youâre still alive, and thatâs what matters, he thinks. nevertheless, he feels the need to see just how serious is the wound anyway.
reluctantly, you slowly take off your jacket to reveal the poorly bandaged gash on your arm.
he looks up at you, asking for permission because even if he needs to see it for his own selfish reasons, he has to put you above anything and everything else.
you nod, giving the free reign to slowly take off the bandages. you can barely hold back any pained noises, but you canât help the wincing of your body.
satoruâs frown deepens, and with every move, your husbandâs heart aches. it goes like that until the wound is finally unveiled.
you feel satoru observing the cut so intently that you look away. satoru curses everything that he can think of, and never has we wanted the ability to heal others more than right now.
he straightens his back, âthatâs a deep cut, yâknow.â
âI knowâŠâ
âyou also realize that the wound couldâve hit your chest and inevitably heart, right?â
you huff, âlisten, if youâre going to give me a lecture or keep making me feel bad about it then I will have you knowââ
âyou couldâve died.â
you notice the strain in his voice, so you turn to finally look eyes with him. he looks pained, so hurt, maybe even terrified at the fact that there was a chance that he couldâve lost you.
your expression immediately becomes that of sympathy, âbut I didnât, and dwelling on the fact that I mightâve died will only bother you for no reason,â you hold his hand, âI am here and alive, arenât I?â
your husband sighs, resting his head on your right shoulder, âyouâre hurting my poor little heart whenever you put yourself in danger like that.â
a giggle escapes your lips, and your hands naturally find their way in his hair, fingers gently carding through, âwhatever shall we do.â
âif things went my way then you would just stay home looking all pretty like you always do,â he states, and you roll your eyes.
âwell, theyâre going my way tonight, soââ the clock strikes twelve, âhappy birthday, silly boy.â
his eyes widen and he pulls away to look you in the face. he blinks dumbly then looks at whatâs in your hands: a cupcake with a candle.
a wide grin of unbridled joy appears on your husbandâs face. his eyes shimmer in the moonlight as he laughs, âI really didnât expect it this time!â
âyou outdid yourself, pretty girl,â he hums, hand caressing your cheek.
âI still have a lot more things for you,â you beam with pride. satoru canât contain himself anymore, and he pulls you into a loving embrace.
âI love you so much,â he murmurs beside your ear, pressing a light kiss to the side of your neck.
you pat his back, âI love you too, âtoru,â you laugh, âbut youâre pressing on my wound, and I think I am just going to cry and not because of overwhelming love.â
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The Silent Type*
Summary: âHarry, the quiet guy in the office, has silently admired you during your time working for the firm. Now that your work there is done, Harry finds that he canât let you go just yetâŠâ
Wc: 5k
Tropes: colleagues (ceorry/nerdrry)
Warnings: SMUT, overstimulation, daddy kink, switch sub/dom dynamics, oral, choking
A/N: SUP YâALL!!!! God I have just been waiting to be able to write again! I still have some exams coming up next week, but I spent all evening writing this one shot because I have been dying to get back into itđ This is my first time writing a more subrry tinted fic, so I hope you enjoy it!
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Harry has never been one to talk much.
It is one of the reasons why he chose the career of software developing. Most of it, he could do on his own.
It wasn't so much that Harry hated people, he just preferred his own company. More people tend to complicate things, and Harry is a more logical guy.
That was until he met you.
About three months ago, the company for which Harry worked had started their expansion, and he was to lead the people transferred to that section of the firm. With the expansion also came new employees, and thatâs where you came in.
You had been temporarily hired by the company to weed out applicants, and assist the current HR manager to help with the job interviews.
Harry still remembers that first day when you walked into the office, all nervous and fidgety. He had spotted you through the glass walls of his office, and couldn't physically tear his eyes off of you.
It wasn't until your third day helping in the office, that you actually met Harry. You had no idea what to think of him. Well, besides the obvious, of course. He was ridiculously handsome, and from the way he was staring at you, you figured that maybe he was thinking something like that about you too.
But he didn't talk.
Your first time meeting consisted of nothing but a gruff 'nice to meet you' from Harry's side, and no input in the rest of the conversation whatsoever. It was only a couple days later, when you asked the HR manager about it, that you found out that's just how he was, that he didn't really talk to anyone. From that moment on, there had been a surge of motivation to let him make you the one exception.
Harry was just fascinated by you, and he had no idea why. You were a ball of energy, talking so fast you'd think someone had clicked on your 'sped up' button, and you were chaotic, all over the place. The amount of times he watched you bump into people was impossible to keep count of.
Then, one day, you bumped into him. It should have angered him, the spilt coffee on his pants. But he had an extra suit, and you looked so worried, he didn't want to make you feel worse. You still felt bad, though, so you decided to make it up to him, and started getting him coffee every morning.
By the end of the first week, he looked you in the eyes when he thanked you. By the end of the fourth, he'd ask you how you are and recall things you'd told him. By the end of sixth, he told you things about his life, and by the end of the tenth week, you were having longer conversations with him.
It was difficult to keep up the small talk with him in the beginning. You soon found out that his lone wolf attitude may had something to do with his awkwardness. You thought, perhaps people weren't willing to work through that, and eventually he just stopped trying.
Such a prospect made you sad, and it only motivated you more to get to know him better. Of course, the longing glances, and standing unnecessarily close to each other with his knuckles barely touching your arm, those things helped too.
There was an undeniable tension between the two of you that you found incredibly difficult to decipher. The way he'd let you catch him looking at you gave it away quite clearly, but the lack of any real initiative confused you.
Had you read it all wrong? Did he even think there was something there too?
Unfortunately, there was no way to find out, as your assignment at the company was coming to an end. Today had been your last day, and tonight is a launch party to officially celebrate the expansion of the company.
You were a little sad to leave the company, especially since you really liked the people working there. It is why you are most excited for tonight.
Wearing a long yellow dressâit is your favorite colorâyou stride into the building. You are mesmerized by all the balloons and how pretty everyone looks. Wearing expensive suits or classy dresses. You immediately realize you might be a bit too happily dressed; everyone is wearing darker colors.
It does make it easy for everyone to spot you, though. By the time you've gotten your drink, five people have already walked up to you. About half an hour into the party, the CEO of the company takes the stage to give a small speech.
"I would like to thank everyone who has participated in making this expansion go as smoothly as it did. Your work does not go unnoticed." He says through the microphone. Everyone claps for a few seconds, and the man waits to go on until it is quiet again.
"Now, I have a special announcement to make. I have wanted to make this expansion happen since I began working for this company in 1988. Now that I finally have, I feel that my job at this firm is done. And so, I have decided to retire from my position as CEO."
Your eyes widen at the speech; you had no idea this was even a thing. By the sound of the gasps and murmurs traveling through the room, you deduce that the news is unexpected for the rest of the company as well.
"It is also with great pride that I present the new CEO of our company, chosen after careful consideration. If mr. Harry Styles could please join me on stage."
Your mouth falls open at the mention of Harry's name, and you are certain you will never be able to close it again when you see him walking onto the stage. He wears a black suit, perfectly tailored to his body, and the sight of him has you concerned that you may be drooling.
The bald man hands the microphone to Harry, who does not look very pleased to be on stage; it almost seems like he is regretting his decisions. Until his eyes meet yours, that is when you see him let out a breath.
"Thank you, Mr. Johnson." He says, breaking eye contact to look at his former boss.
Right, that was his name, Johnson.
"I look forward to leading this company into more successes, and I promise that I will put my heart and soul into it. I have worked at this firm ever since I graduated college and they offered me a job during my internship, and it is safe to say that I have not regretted that decision a day of my life. I have always been loyal to this company, and I will remain loyal to you. Thank you."
You are perplexed. Why did he never tell you about this? You are very happy for him, but you do find it weird. It also makes you doubt again. Did whatever you had been building up the last months not mean as much to Harry as it did to you?
Well, it doesn't really matter, you're gone after tonight anyway.
Once the shock of the news has calmed down a bit, the party resumes as normal. Most people visit Harry one by one to congratulate him on the position, but you steer clear from him. It is no use, after tonight you will probably never see him again anyway.
Time passes, and you think you're ready to go home. There was a file in the office you forgot to sign earlier today, so you head up to do that first. The office is entirely dark when you walk out of the elevator. It's kind of eerie, so you are quick to turn on the lights.
It takes you a few minutes to find the file, since the receptionist placed it on someone else's desk. You find it on your colleague's desk, and walk over to the receptionist desk to sign it. Laying it on the keyboard of her computer, you pray that she won't displace it again, and make your way back to the elevators.
A loud shriek escapes you when Harry suddenly walks around the corner. He covers his ears at the high pitched sound, shocked by how much he scared you. With your hand on your chest you try and steady your breathing.
"Jesus, you scared the crap out of me."
"Sorry, didn't mean to." He says, a bit of worry in his tone. You look up at him.
"What are you even doing up here?"
"I was looking for you." He shrugs.
"Why?" Your eyebrows furrow, that same old tension in your stomach settling like it does every time Harry looks at you for longer than two seconds.
"You've been avoiding me." He answers casually, and you feel your heart drop. You didn't think he'd catch onto it.
"Congratulations by the way, for being the CEO. That was definitely a surprise." There is a bitterness in your tone. It is Harry's turn to frown. He hears the condescension, but his mind can't seem to come to a conclusion. Why are you angry? It's so hard to tell.
This is why he doesn't do people.
"You're mad that I am CEO?" He guesses, and your mouth falls open, much like it did when Harry's new position got announced.
"What?! Of course not! I'm very happy for you." You sputter out. The last thing you'd want him to think is that you don't want him to be happy or satisfied or successful.
"But you're still avoiding me." He repeats slowly. "You know, I didn't tell you about it because no one was supposed to know. I had to sign for it and everything. It's nothing personal."
The painful grip that his potential distrust in you had on your heart releases at the sound of his words. You could have known that it was due to something like that, you work in HR after all. That fact alone makes you realize how invested you unknowingly had become in Harry.
"I...I figured." You give him a weak smile. Harry's eyes search for yours, holding onto your gaze once he has found it. You stay like that, staring at each other for a while until you break the silence.
"I'm heading home. I don't think I'll see you again, so good luck. I'm sure you'll do wonderfully."
With much difficulty, you manage to look away from Harry and walk past him. At least, you try to, because halfway through, Harry's hand grabs your arm. You stop in your tracks, looking back at the man who stopped you. The man who has been sending you mixed signals for the past few months.
"Dâ do you want to join me in my office?"
You refrain from the shiver that threatens to run down your entire body, and nod. Harry's hand slides down your arm to your hand, and he intertwines his fingers with yours before he leads you to the glass doors that belong to him. On your way there, he flicks off the lights, leaving the two of you in the dark.
The city lights light up the otherwise pitch dark office that belongs to Harry, for now. He will be moved to the CEO's office when he starts his new position.
You don't say anything as Harry closes the door, or as he walks to the closet and pulls out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. You wait in anticipation of what he's going to do.
But then he sits down. He just sits down on his chair.
You stand there, staring at him, utterly confused about this man and his intentions with you, while he obliviously pours the whiskey into the glasses. In that moment, there is a switch inside of you, one that says: fuck it. This is your last day, you need a way to release this pent up tension, and you probably won't see him ever again after this. What have you got to lose? Nothing.
You walk over to the desk and sit down on it, extremely close to Harry. The split of your dress shows your bare, freshly shaved leg, and he seems to notice. His eyes pull to your legs like magnets, and he has to force himself to look you in the eyes as he hands you the glass of whiskey.
You try your best not to smirk at the effectiveness of your plan, focusing on your next move instead. Straight for the kill.
"So, why am I here, Harry?" You ask nonchalantly, taking a sip of your whiskey. It tastes quite strong, and it takes you a lot of effort not to have an expressive reaction to it.
"What?" He asks, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
"Why'd you take me here?" You ask again, setting down your glass at the table before moving to stand in front of him. "To admire the view?"
Harry looks out the window, but his head shoots back to you when he notices you're sinking onto your knees in front of him. He thinks he may have forgotten to breathe as he observes the lustful look in your eyes. His eyes travel down to your tits, even more visible from this angle.
"Because I've admired it every day for the past three months." You continue. Harry swallows, frozen by the overload of his brain and the sensitivity of the growing constraint in these pants. "Why don't you take your pants off for me? Just enough to give me your cock. I like you in this suit."
Harry doesn't let another second fly by before he is unbuckling his pants, sliding it down just enough for you to have access to his cock and his balls. Your mouth waters at the size and girth of it, your cunt getting wetter with every passing moment.
You shimmy forward, leaning over his cock and grabbing it with your hand. Harry sighs at the minimal contact, making you feel even more powerful. Looking up at him through your lashes, you ask him one more question.
"You'll hold my hair, won't you?"
With that, you take Harry in your mouth as far as you can, before pulling away from him. A gasp leaves his mouth, and his eyes fall shut as you pump him with your hand while your mouth kisses and sucks on the head of his cock. You begin licking and kissing down his cock, while your hand softly feels up his balls.
Harry feels like he is in heaven already, and he forgets everything around him. It is only when you completely remove yourself from him that he opens his eyes again, and he sees. Catching on quickly, he leans forward and gathers your hair, twisting it around his palm.
Satisfied with Harry's obedience, your mouth attaches itself to his cock again. You take him slowly, teasingly, and move your head up and down. With every movement, you take him an inch deeper.
"Oh, fâfuck!" He groans out when you gag on him because you took yourself too far too fast. You steady your breathing, which is a bit more complicated as you can only breathe out your nose. You resume sucking him off for a bit longer, bobbing your head down a bit faster. The small sounds that leaves Harry's lips, along with his scrunched up face, gives you enough indication that he is approaching his climax.
So you remove your mouth from his cock.
He lets out a whine at the loss of contact. If your panties weren't wet before, they certainly are now. You smile at the state of him; desperate and needy for you. The fact that you've managed to make him fall apart like this makes you incredibly horny.
"I want to take all of you in my mouth, daddy." You tell him, looking up at him with your big eyes. "You'll have to help me."
You went out on a bit of a limb when you decided to call him daddy, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. In fact, Harry's eyes light up and his jaw slacks at the mention of the pet name.
"Shitâ anything, sweetheart. Whatever you need." He croaks out.
"I need you to fuck my mouth." You respond sternly, not wasting any time and taking him between your lips again. You push yourself down his cock as far as you can, breathing deeply before moving your hand to Harry's hand, which is holding onto your hair, and pushing your head forward to indicate that he needs to push his cock down your throat.
Again, it doesn't take him long to listen, because Harry's hips thrust forward, his dick gliding into your throat. You moan at the force with which he pushed, and keep your mouth wide open as you let Harry navigate your head.
Once he fully understands that you are allowing him to let him use your mouth, the true fun begins. With the firm grip he has on your head, he pushes you up and down at an ungodly speed. Your jaw is already tiring from its locked position, but you power through it because the sounds that leave Harry's mouth make up for it.
"Fuck baby, such a good mouth. Never had anything like this... Jesus!" He pants out as he begins to thrust up into your mouth, and you feel like you might pass out. Suddenly, he pulls you away from his dick.
You frown, and realize as he is grabbing for a tissue that he is avoiding messing up your face. You don't stand for it, though, and wrap your lips around his cock again just in time for him to come inside your mouth. You take him deeper and feel the way his sperm shoots in the back of your throat.
"Fuck! Shit, shit..." The not so wide arrange of curse words are the only thing Harry is capable of saying as he dumps his load inside your mouth. The fact that you were so adamant about having his sperm in your mouth made his orgasm even more intense.
Your mouth lets go of his cock with an exaggerated plop, and you swallow every last bit of him, grinning at his fucked out face.
"That was... amazing." He sighs, his gaze flicking from your mouth to your eyes. You hum in agreement, and get up from the floor as he pulls up his pants. You are about to walk away, when Harry grabs your wrist.
"Where are you going?"
"Home." You answer with a smile, but Harry's grip on you only tightens. He shakes his head, his lips pouting.
"No, you need to stay. Let me make you feel good too." He protests. You squint your eyes at him.
"I don't need to do anything."
Harry's eyes widen. "You're right. But just let me make you feel good before you go, please? It's the least I can do."
Your mouth slowly forms into a grin, glad to have him where you want. Well, almost.
"Beg me."
Harry scoffs. "Are you serious? I don't really do begging."
You shrug, smiling at him. "That's fine. My vibrator can get me off too."
You take a few steps towards the door, while Harry contemplates his decisions. However, those were all clouded by the sole moment to please you the second you mentioned your vibrator. The image of you getting off like that is too much to bear. He needs to do it for you.
"Stop." He says. You turn around, and walk back to him as he gets out of his chair and gets on his knees. Grabbing your waist, he pulls you closer, his nose digging into your dress. His hands run up and down your legs, and it is making you weak in your knees.
"Please, let me eat you out baby. I'll do anything to make you feel good. I need to taste you so bad, please let me pleasure you."
You swallow, eyelids ready heavy, as you sigh out. "Alright."
Harry grins at your admittance of defeat, and stands up. He leads you to sit on his desk, your dress hiked up. He removes the stuff behind you, so that you can lean back entirely in case you want to, and waltzes over to his chair.
Spreading your legs, he rolls himself closer to you, and assesses your soaking wet panties. Chuckling, he leans to the side and grabs a pair of scissors, before he cuts the skimpy material from your body. You'd say something of it, but the sight of him admiring your pussy like this is too fascinating to interrupt. So, you keep quiet.
When Harry's thumb suddenly presses on your clit and begins to rub it, you can't help but gasp. His touch feels too good, and that blowjob got you really worked up.
"You have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this." Harry says, marveling at how reactive you are being.
"Me too."
His eyebrows rise up. "Yeah? Tell me more, baby."
You bite your lip, too obsessed with the pet name he's given you. It sounds so sexy coming from his mouth. He awaits your response with bright eyes, lazily rubbing your clit.
"Your arms... I'd think about them so much. And your hands, I'd imagine you choking me with them. They're so big..." You begin, and you know that you could go on for hours if you had to tell him about everything you've thought about doing with him, or doing to him.
Harry doesn't say anything, instead responds with two fingers entering your pussy. You moan at the feeling of his large fingers pumping in and out of you. It feels way fuller than your hand already. His two fingers is the equivalent of your three fingers.
"We can definitely make those fantasies come true..." Harry says softly. "But first, let's make you come, hmm?"
You nod, your head falling back and allowing yourself to fully indulge in the pleasure Harry's giving you right now. You let yourself lay on his desk, wrapping your legs around his shoulders.
"Fuck, that feels goodâ oh fuck!" You shriek out when Harry tongue begins attacking your tongue after he adds a third finger. He speeds up the movements of his hand to match those of his tongue, and holds onto that tempo until your mind can't conjure up any more words to speak to him.
With the control entirely out of your hands, you let Harry guide you to your orgasm, which washes over your body like a tidal wave. You unconsciously push Harry's head further into your pussy with your legs. With an arched back, you moan at the sensitivity of your clit.
Harry lets you take a minute to catch your breath before he pulls on your arms to have you sit up straight. He is smiling sweetly at you, and your heart warms at it.
"You okay?" He asks, kissing your hands. You nod, trying to ignore the flutters in your heart at the way he is being so gentle.
"Thank you for letting me make you feel good, baby." He says, getting up and leaning into your face. His nose brushes against your cheek as he plants his lips on yours. Your arms wrap around Harry's neck as you kiss him deeper, too caught up in how good he feels and how much you want him.
You're never this greedy. You've never felt like you needed a man's cock inside of you. Like it was the only feasible option. You feel it driving you crazy, and you're sure it is the only reason you sayâ no, ask:
"Please, fuck me."
The grin that forms on Harry's lips makes you feel like you should regret what you said. A grin like that usually belongs on your face in situations like these. But you need him so bad, you don't really care that you are the desperate one this time.
"Oh, you're begging now too, huh?" He says cockily. You glare at him, pissed that he's acknowledging your neediness and mocking you for it too.
"It's alright baby, I'll give it to you. 'M cock's already hard again from watching you come like that. So fucking sexy..." He says. He pulls his pants down and lifts you off the table, turning you around to the glass windows and pushing your hands against them. "Bend over a bit and speak your legs for me, baby."
You do as he says, biting your lip at Harry's hand that pushes away your dress and roams over your ass. He positions his cock at your entrance and pushes himself into you, sighing in pure relief. You shut your eyes tightly at the size of him filling you up.
"Fuck, you feel good baby." He says, slowly beginning to move in and out a bit. You let out a soft 'yes', causing Harry's jaw to clench. He spanks your ass, watching as it bounces from the impact, and his cock twitching at your yelp.
"Perfect fucking ass... perfect fucking girl, aren't you?" He groans, now lazily thrusting into you. He wants to give you time to adjust, but he learns your wishes when you begin to push yourself back into him.
"Ah, I see. Greedy girl wants to speed things up, hmm? Your wish is my command." He mocks, but does speed up his pace. His hands hold your waist as he begins to pound himself into you, your ass shaking at the impact. He spanks your ass again for good measure, obsessed with the way it moves.
You nearly lose yourself in how good it feels, but you know that he can get deeper than this.
"I want to ride you... want to feel you in my tummy." You spit out, hoping he understands what you're saying in your croaky voice.
Harry listens, pulling himself out of you immediately and taking a seat in the chair. You turn around and walk over to him, throwing your legs on both sides of his lap, before grabbing his cock and sinking yourself down on it.
It goes smoother this time, but Harry's really deep now, just like you wanted. The sensation is everything to you, and it isnât hard to tell how good it feels for him too. Glad to have a bit of the control back, you start to bounce on his cock.
Harryâs eyes travel over your body, fascinated by the way you are moving above him. His hands travel to the straps of your dress and push them down until he can get your tits out of the top part of your dress. He begins to massage them as you keep impaling yourself on his dick over and over again.
"Fuck, daddy, you feel so good... so good for me. Listening to me. Knew this was the best way to fuck you... you love it." You slur happily. Harry nods profusely at your words, jaw clenched and moaning out in pleasure.
"Yes, needed it so bad baby. You're fucking daddy so good..."
You smile at how caught up Harry looks in his pleasure, like he doesn't know what to do with it. You, however, do know what to with it. You grab one of his hands and wrap it around your throat, before you do the same to him. With his hand on your neck and yours on his, you begin to fuck him as fast as you can.
"Ah, fffuck... shit! Holy shit!" He yells out, and automatically thrusts himself up into you, reaching an even further level of deepness you had never thought possible. That along with your hands on each otherâs necks, is enough to know that your climaxes are near.
"Come inside me daddy." You pant out, and he does. It is as if your permission set him off. You smile in delight at the feel and knowledge of his cum being so deep inside of you.
You fuck Harry through his orgasm, and even after. He squirms in his seat. "Waitâ too sensitive."
"I don't care, I haven't come yet. Don't you want to make me feel good? Have me coming around your thick cock?" You say sensually, and Harry nods. "Words."
"Yesâ fuck! I want you to come, please come around my cock. Please, please..." He begins to beg, a tear rolling down his cheek.
Your toes curl at his whiny voice, and soon your juices are gushing all over his cock. Your pussy contracting around him seems to set Harry off even more, as you feel even more sperm spraying out of his dick and into your walls.
You ride out your high until you can't move anymore. You sit there, forehead pressed against Harry's as you both come down from what just happened.
After a minute or two, you decide to pull out. Slowly but surely, you manage to get Harry's dick out of you without hissing too much at the sensitivity of every single body part down there.
You lean against the desk, too wobbly to stand on your own, and you let Harry wipe you clean with the tissues on his desk. After cleaning himself up, he stands up and positions himself in front of you.
"Hey." He says. Your hand cups his jaw and your thumb wipes away the tear that is far down his face now.
"Hi." You tilt your head. The both of you burst out laughing, still surprised by what went down just now.
"That was really good." He says once the laughter has died down. You nod in agreement.
"Good enough for a repeat?"
Harry pretends to think it over, before he responds: "under one condition."
"And what would that be?" You quirk up an eyebrow, intrigued by his vagueness. He smiles at you so wide that you wonder if his mouth might be hurting.
"You let me take you out on a date first."
You roll your eyes, pretending not to be amused as he chuckles at your reaction. But the second you see the look on his face and the sincerity behind it, you realize that he is being quite serious about this request. You bite your lip, wanting to kiss him right then and there.
"I would love that."
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â maybe some faith would do me good
christian!virgin!reader x ellie williams
summary â ellie's forced to go to some church camp thing for the summer. maybe she'll actually enjoy it if she keeps seeing you around.
warnings â 2.78k â smut, non apocalyptic au, guys dont cancel međ
, mention of suicide (jokingly) , implied reader virginity loss, religious themes, alludes to what david did to ellie, friends to enemies to lovers kinda, dacryphilia, public sex, sex in church, public humiliation, cunnilingus and fingering (r!receiving), pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl)
ellie tried to protest when joel proposed the idea of ellie spending her summer days at some camp for religious kids that one of the elders in jackson had volunteered to host, she really did. she didn't know what joel was trying to accomplish. maybe he thought in some twisted way this would help her get over that encounter. it didn't matter what the point was, it mattered that she was being woken up at 8 in the morning on the first day of summer to go to some stupid camp. joel told her she was being dramatic, it was only a 2 and half week program and then the rest of her summer was free.
she was still grumpy nevertheless, slumping her way to this church retreat. she'd only packed enough for a week, hoping that if she ran out of clothes they'd be forced to send her home. A friendly old woman greeted her, smiling and cheerful unlike ellie. The woman led ellie to a room, explaining that this was her room during the program. She fought every urge to roll her eyes, knowing the woman was just being nice but, god, who really had that much energy this early in the morning? The woman instructed her to leave her bag on one of the bedsâ great she had a roommateâ and then make her way to the prayer room.
ellie groaned at the thought. prayer room? she might as well shoot herself now. she complied nevertheless. her feet dragging along the wooden floor, the planks creaking with every step she took. the halls were white, various pictures of religious symbolism decorating the otherwise plain walls. she couldn't deny that the hallway made her feel uneasy. she could only imagine what it looked like at night. ellie sighs as she comes across a door, half open and she can hear chatter from behind it. she worked up the courage to walk through the door, preparing herself for whatever bullshit she'll endure while she's here.
she takes a look around the room, eyes all the girls who seemed to all know each other. each girl with their own smile on their face. ellie rolled her eyes, closing the door behind her and before she could even process what was happening, she was approached by a girl. you. "i didn't think you'd be here." you smile at her, oblivious to the one sided feud you had with ellie. you were the pastor's daughter, probably the one responsible for this little get together. god, ellie hated you. the way you dressed, the way you talked, the stupid smile on your face, the even stupider bow in your hair and that little sundress that showed so much for someone like you.
truthfully, ellie didn't have a good reason to hate you. especially since you two grew up together, being raised to be built in friends. but hating you just to hate you seemed justified enough for her. "didn't have much of a choice." she barely keeps eye contact, keeping her response cold and dry. you frown at that. "oh. okay..." you look down to your shoes, it was obvious you picked up on the dismay in her tone. her mind wonders, just for a second, if she took it too far. but she shakes the thought. "yeah." she clears her throat, looking around the room once again. "well... um..." it was ridiculous how quickly your confidence was knocked down. all because of ellie.
ellie chuckles, finding some sick amusement in your reaction. you were going to speak again, probably to ask something like 'are you mad at me?' but you were dragged away by your friends. ellie sighed, watching you walk away. her eyes trailing from the back of your head all the way down to yourâ woah. why the hell did she look there?! god, but the damage was done. ellie wanted to look again, certain parts of her practically begging for just another glance. she refuses though, instead focusing on one of the stained glass windows. nothing fancy, just a red cross with a blue background. the funding for this particular chapel wasn't exactly the highest.
ellie could feel herself warm up, her mind jolting such crude thoughts about you. she groaned, running a hand through her hair. you had her mind so confused. she hated your guts. she really did. but all she could think about when she saw you was how much she wanted to bend you over and just yell at you. for what? she didn't know. for being too religious? too kind? too innocent? her mind wanders again, to a new thought she'd never had before. she wanted to ruin you, give it to you until you couldn't possibly take it any more. watching all the innocence leave your eyes while she filled you with sin. ellie snaps out of her thoughts, noticing that the woman from earlier had begun to speak about the quote unquote 'fun activities planned'.
through out the day, she tried to avoid you. even when you tried your very hardest to make amends for something you had no clue about. she participated in the church themed activities with little enthusiasm, being told more than once to at least act like she was having fun. the sun had begun to set, the chaperones calling out that dinner was ready. but ellie wasn't hungry. she managed to slip away from everyone else. wondering the semi creepy halls, just thinking to herself. she counted how many times the floor squeaked and creaked. she was content with just doing that until she counted a creak that she didn't make.
she turned around, her heart rate a little elevated only to find out it was just you. she sighed and rolled her eyes, returning to her initial path. "hey... they said dinner was ready." you were wary, nervous and shy even, and she couldn't blame you. "i know." her tone was less harsh this time. perhaps she was feeling guilty for her outburst earlier. "you're... um, you're going the wrong way." you were just trying to be helpful, but with every word you spoke, the more ellie got angry at you. "i know." she repeated. she heart your soft footsteps running up behind her to catch up. "so, why are you going this way?" your voice was so sweet, just like the honey ellie imagined licking off your body at least 30 times today.
she didn't answer, continuing to walk in the opposite direction of where she needed to be. and you just followed like a lost little puppy. "hey? i saidâ" she cuts you off. "i heard you." her cold tone was back. "oh." just like earlier, your gaze redirected to your shoes. "don't do that." she sighed, looking over at you. "huh? do what...?" you look up at her, frown evident on your face. "look like i just crushed your heart." ellie looked away from you again, examining the religious paraphilia on the walls. you didn't reply, looking away again but ellie didn't miss the hint of blush covering your face before you did. "oh? did i just crush your heart?" she jokes, weirdly seeming to warm up to you. once again, she's met to no reply. she rolls her eyes, turning the corner in the hall. she was met with a door and she wasn't sure if she should enter.
"it's the chapel." you explain, sensing her confusion and hesitation. ellie looks at you, a little annoyance on her face that you knew something she didn't. she pulls the handle on the door, gesturing for you to enter first. "ladies first." she remarks, not much amusement in her tone. you walk in and she follows after you. it was empty and though it shouldn't be creepy, ellie felt unnerved. "wait! don't let it closeâ" you try to warn, but the door had already been shut. you sigh, biting your lip in anxiousness. "what?" she utters, wondering why her closing the door was a bad thing. "it locks from the outside." you explain and ellie's face drops. "that's fucking great." ellie groans, running her hands over her face, walking down the isle and up the two steps to the alter. you follow.
"i tried to tell you..." you mutter. ellie wants to yell at you. say something along the lines of 'you should have tried harder' or whatever but before you can get the words out your head is in your hands and you're crying. ellie's shocked, not knowing what to do or say. she sighs. "don't cry, c'mon." she comforts, moving your hands away from your face and wiping your tears. it made you reminiscent to when you and ellie used to be friends. "i'm sorry." you sniffle as she dries your tears. "why're you crying, hm?" she tries to be gentle but just at the sight of your tears makes her want to fuck you over the alter. "'cause you're being mean and i got us locked in here." you vent your frustrations, revealing just what a hard day you had because of ellie.
she feels terrible now, hating that she made you feel so inadequate. god, why does she even care how you feel? ellie looks at you, watching as you wipe the tears that she missed. "i'm sorry for being so mean." she apologizes, deciding to cut the act. she didn't hate you. she could never hate you. "i just can't get you out of my mind." she admits. you look at her blankly for a moment, clearly not understanding. but ellie can see the exact moment when your eyes lighten up, realizing what she meant. "you mean it?" you ask, full of hope. "god." ellie rolls her eyes and your naivety. she leans closer to you, pressing her lips against yours, her hands cupping your face.
you pull back and ellie is now the one who frowns. did she misinterpret all your signs? "i'm not good at that." you admit while avoiding eye contact. ellie chuckles, pulling you closer by your waist. "i don't care." she mutters, kissing down your neck. you gasp, her warm tongue running over your cool skin. ellie's hands venture down, grabbing your ass over your dress. the ass that started this whole mess. "ellie!" you were startled. it felt like all the statues were suddenly watching you, judging you. but it just felt too good to care. but it weighed in the back of your mind as ellie kissed your jaw.
"i'm gonna fuck you so good." she mumbles, becoming drunk with lust. "i've never..." you trail off, your voice transitioning into a gasp when her hands begin to roam over your body. "i know. so pure, huh?" she teases with an eye roll, mocking how the church would call you pure. you don't reply. you couldn't. you words stuck in your throat, your eyes focused on her hands. watching them caress your waist slowly sliding up your body to cup your breasts. "el..." your whisper, you voice filled with breath. "i'm right here." she slides her right hand back down your body, reaching your thighs. she trails her fingers over the flesh before pressing her finger to your clothed cunt. you gasp, clutching onto her tighter.
"i know, baby. feels so good, doesn't it?" she mumbles in your ear, her fingers circling your clit so gently over your panties, which were becoming soaked. "el, el, ellie." you breathed out heavily, trying your best to keep as most decency as you could. after all, this was a chapel. "saying my name just like a prayer." ellie acknowledges, her fingers slowly working towards slipping into your underwear. your eyes rolled back when her cold fingers finally touch the place you needed her most. your legs were weak, wanting to give out on you. ellie notices, biting back a laugh at how blissed you already looked. she leaned you against the alter, her fingers working faster.
"so pretty." ellie mutter against your clammy skin. "so good. you're being such a good girl." her words made you feel so dirty but so... aroused at the same time. "keep... keep saying that." you barely managed to get out, you voice coming out in broken whimpers. "yeah? you like being my good girl?" she gently slides a finger into your dripping cunt. ellie can help but moan herself. "ellie." you whisper, feeling more pleasure than you've ever felt before. "i know. i know." she comforts, knowing exactly how you were feeling as she adds another finger. ellie was so aroused, drunk on the power of ruining you, being the one to help you commit the worst sin you've ever done.
your head lolled back, feeling something you've never felt before. "el." you choke out. "i know. you're almost there." ellie sinks to her knees, kneeling in front of you. "should i confess my sins to you." she whispers, kissing your thighs. you can't respond, finding the scene before you so arousing. ellie lifts up your dress to reveal your lacy underwear. "of course." she mutters under her breath. "hold this for me pretty girl." she looks up at you, and you shakily take hold of the dress that she flipped up. she gently slides your panties down your thighs, never breaking eye contact with you. she helps you step out of them, shoving them in her pocket so she didn't have to put them on the dirty ground.
her eyes flicker down to your pussy, biting her lip. "ellie." you can't even focus anymore, the loss of her fingers deep in your cunt making you want to cry. "i'm gonna make you feel so good. just be patient." she kisses your inner thighs, teasing you. you can't say anything, complain about how much you need her. but luckily, she doesn't torture too much, cause in a matter of seconds she's sucking on your clit, with her fingers returning to their job of fucking you. the sweat on your body makes you hot to touch, needing your release so badly. you push your hips forward instinctively, greedily wanting everything ellie could give you. before you could even process how good ellie was making feel, your orgasm approached.
ellie couldn't help but moan as your own moans got louder and your free hand tangled itself in her hair. "so close, baby." she mumbles into your pussy, feeling just as pleasured as you do. "el. oh my gosh, el! please!" you mutter, your words conjumbled and not making much sense. "good job, baby." she mumbles as she finally pushes you over the edge. your moans are loud and broken, filling the empty chapel with such sin. the cross necklace around your neck sticking to your skin. "ellie rubs your thighs, pressing small kisses on your pussy. "can't get enough of this pussy." she moaned, so drunk on you, on lust, on life. "ellieâ" you whine and she moves away but not before she runs her tongue through your folds one last time.
"so good." she praises and lets your dress fall back into place. ellie kisses you, the taste of your arousal still in her lips. she pulls away, both of you out of breath. the sound of doors opening cause you both to pull apart. your hands going to fix your hair. "ms. heather wanted to know where you two went. you okay...?" a girl ellie recognized as one of your friends from earlier asked you. ellie began to make her way down the steps and down the isle, you quick to follow. "yes, yeah. we just got a little lost." you speak slowly, trying to maintain your thoughts.
your eyes scattered around to find your underwear. ellie smirked when she saw you looking around, knowing they were right in her pocket. she would give them back eventually but the thought of you walking around a few hours commando just made her feel things. catching glimpses of you around the night pulling down your dress, looking around to make sure no one can see anything. but of course in the morning she'll return them after using them all that night, after her roommate when home sick. but this is ellie we're talking about. she had to tease you just a little bit. so on day two when everyone wakes up to gather in the prayer room to see a pair of lace panties hanging from the cross, the kids and chaperones were most definitely shocked, and of course ellie earned some death glares from you in between your embarrassment. and ellie can't help but think maybe she'll hang out with you at church more often if that's the reward.
another christian!reader x ellie williams fic!
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hunger / damon salvatore x reader
i'm back !!! I needed to write a damon one-shot while I work on a new fic and this just tumbled right out of me lol
hunger / damon salvatore x reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: everything??? drinking, swearing, blood sharing, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p-in-v, a tiny bit of degradation?? this is self indulgant filth, seriously 18+ mdni
You ran a hand through your hair as you walked back and forth, unsure of what else to do with the restless energy surging through your system as you tried to fight one of your most basic, primal urges⊠hunger. Your fingers drummed against your thigh as you tried to focus on anything else, find something in your brain worth occupying your mind and switching course from the visuals running through your head. Your recent transition had been a shock to everyone, and Stefan had you on a tight leash to keep you in check⊠and youâd been on board, at first. You never wanted to cause harm, to be the reason someone elseâs life ended, but with the itch in your veins threatening to undo you completely you couldnât really find it in you to care anymore.
You heard your door push open and your head snapped up to see Damon walking in, two glasses and a bottle in his hand with an unamused expression, âif you donât knock it off Iâm going to have to replace the floor,â he said, setting everything on the dresser before pouring two generous cups of bourbon.Â
âNot now, Damon,â you sighed, ignoring him entirely as your feet remained on course.
âWanna talk about it?â he asked and you shook your head.
âNot really,â you said as he shoved a glass in your hand, his eyes telling you to drink which you did⊠all in one gulp and he was a little surprised as he took it to refill.Â
âWell, somethingâs gotta give,â he replied as you finished the second as quickly as the first. âAt this rate the bottle will be gone in a minute and Iâm not replacing original flooring.â He gripped your shoulders, halting your movements and you huffed, looking up at him.
âIâm hungry, Damon,â you said, as if it pained you to do so and he furrowed his brow.
âThe freezer is full- oh,â he cut himself off, realizing thatâs not what you meant as a smirk spread across his features. âYou want your blood at 98.6,â he said and you rolled your eyes, pushing him off you.
âWill you cut it out?â You poured another glass, hoping at some point the alcohol would subdue your cravings but you knew that was about as likely as him leaving you alone, so you tried another angle. âI canât⊠Damon, the blood bags arenât doing it for me, I canât think, I canât sleep⊠will you please take me out?â For a moment you thought heâd say yes, revel in the opportunity to feed with abandon with someone else, but it wasnât that easy.
âNo can do, sweetheart,â he replied and your brows pinched. âIâve got enough on my plate without you losing control and giving me more bodies to deal with.â He was right, there was too much going on and you spinning out wasnât an option, but that didnât make it any easier of an answer to tolerate. He gave you a once over, it wasnât as if he didnât want to take you out⊠he would have loved to, but you were new and he knew you could eventually get to where he was, one day youâd be able to feed and leave them alive with no memory of what had happened, but that day wasnât today, you had a long way to go and he couldnât afford to have you slip up.
But⊠he couldnât afford to have you slip up. One look told him you were wound tight, the diet Stefan had you on was restrictive, never enough to fully satisfy, and the less you drank the tighter you spun, threatening a catastrophic snap he could only assume was looming on the horizon with how frustrated you looked right now. He ran through his options, knowing letting you sit in this hunger any longer would result in a much bigger problem, but the only thing he could think of posed another set of issues and would lead to him teetering on the edge instead of you.
He let out a sigh, closing the distance between you and plucking the glass from your hands to discard on the dresser and you looked up at him questioningly, the invasion of space catching you by surprise. His normally bright eyes were dark and swimming with something you couldnât understand, deep blue pools you found yourself getting lost in as you waited for him to say something. âYou need to feed,â he said and your eyes fluttered shut just at the thought.
âI need to feed,â you whispered and he nodded, catching your chin between his fingers and forcing your head back up when you tried to look down and the action had your breath catching somewhere in your throat.Â
âYou still havenât felt it, have you?â he asked, voice low and you shuddered. âWhat itâs like to sink your teeth into somethingâŠâ you shook your head, Stefan hadnât allowed you to drink anything that didnât come from a cup. âPoor thing,â he chuckled, he could feel the tension radiating off you in waves, you were practically shaking beneath him as you fought to retain your grip on your sanity, on your control.
âDamon,â you sighed, eyes pleading and he just smiled as he gripped your hand and brought it up to his neck, the pulse beneath your fingers driving you wild.Â
âWhen you feed you have to be careful⊠if you bite just along here,â he said, dragging your fingers along the vein, âyou can control the flow. It doesnât have to be messy,â he explained and you couldnât tear your eyes away from the subtle way his skin moved with each beat of his heart, the sight bringing the veins beneath your eyes to the surface, your fangs descending.
âDonât fight it,â he said, noticing you trying to rein it in, and you were having a hard time focusing on anything with the way his hands were trailing up your arms, pulling you closer. âGo on,â he tilted his head just slightly, âgive it a try.â he encouraged and this pulled your focus, eyes snapping to his as you tried to ascertain if he was being serious. You had a lot left to learn, but blood sharing was personal, and you knew that⊠but all you saw in those dark blue eyes was a fire simmering beneath the surface you were sure was a mirror image of your own.
You slowly reached onto your tiptoes, as if he were a deer in the woods threatening to startle and bolt, but the closer you got the harder it was to resist, anticipation burning through your veins at the prospect of giving in. Your fangs were tentative as they broke the skin just where heâd indicated, but the first drop of blood immediately made you feel dizzy and intoxicated⊠It wasn't enough. You quickly grew feverish, your hand wrapping around his throat as you surged forward, crashing into the wall behind you and he let out a grunt as his back collided with the hard surface, pinned in place as you fed.
âThere you go⊠thatâs it,â he said, leaning back as he relaxed and let you take what you needed. His arm snaked around your waist while a hand brushed the hair from your face, cradling the back of your head as warm blood radiated through your body. A soft groan fell from his lips as you drank from him, and the sound elicited an unexpected reaction from you, your hand tightening around his throat and your body pushing flush against his and despite everything in you telling you to continue, you forced yourself back knowing if you didnât stop youâd bleed him dry.Â
Your eyes were wild and satisfied as they met his, and he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, collecting the remnants and you were almost surprised when your lips wrapped around him, ensuring you didnât waste a single drop. His smirk returned when he felt your tongue slide across his skin, âbetter?â he asked and you nodded, keeping him in your mouth for maybe a second longer than you needed to. The air was charged between you, youâd just crossed a line in the sand and you wanted to push a little further, go a little fartherâŠÂ
Part of him knew he should put an end to this⊠stop before it went any further. He knew it before heâd even offered up a vein for you, he knew as soon as he did heâd be teetering on this ledge and he didnât have that much self control when it came to you. Perhaps, if he really analyzed the situation, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind why youâd been so worked up, he knew what you needed and instead of letting you wreak havoc on the blood cooler he let you push him against a wall and take what you wanted, he let you feed from him in the most intimate way he could think of.Â
And when you were looking up at him like that, eyes mischievous and holding an unspoken challenge with his blood still on your plump lips, who was he to resist? Your chest was heaving with anticipation as you waited for him to do something, anything, and the movement was so fast you almost didnât register his hand curling around your throat, flipping you around and slamming you against the wall with such force you were sure youâd be dead if you were human. Your gasp of surprise was swallowed by his mouth on yours, searing and frenzied as he connected your lips and kissed you with a hunger that rivaled your own only moments ago.Â
You both fought for dominance, neither one of you willing to submit just yet but you were outmatched⊠he grabbed your wandering hands and pinned them above your head, grip so tight you whined as he kissed down your neck, biting into you the same way youâd done with him and you couldnât help the moan that fell from your lips as he did. Your hips rolled forward and feeling his hardening length against you gave you the surge of confidence you needed to break your hands free, sliding down his chest to pull his shirt apart, buttons flying and clattering against the floor as you pushed the fabric over his shoulders.Â
His lips were greedy across the expanse of your chest as he nipped and sucked the soft skin, tearing your shirt to shreds as he pulled it from you, a mess of fabric in your wake as you surged forward and pushed him into the wall opposite you, regaining your upper hand. Glass shattered on the floor around you as the force rattled the dresser but you couldnât find it in you to care what had broken as your hands pulled his belt free, fingers quickly undoing the button as you sank to the floor and pulled his jeans with you.
His length stood erect in front of you and you were quick to take him in your mouth, focusing your tongue on his swollen tip as your hand worked what didnât fit, and you couldnât help but moan around him at the groan that fell from his lips, âsuch a good girl,â he cooed, his sweet words undercut by the harsh hand in your hair gripping and pulling you closer, forcing you to gag around him and the sensation had his head falling back against the wall. Tears sprung to your eyes at the sharp pain in your scalp and the way he was hitting the back of your throat, but all you could focus on was the throbbing between your thighs and he didnât miss the way you clenched them together, desperate for friction.Â
You were quickly on your back, too caught up in the moment to bother moving to the bed and you pushed glass aside as he settled between your legs, tearing your underwear off and diving in like a man starved and you could feel his smirk against you at your surprised moan, head hitting the floor as your back arched in pleasure. He switched between your clit and your entrance, not giving either attention long enough to give you what you really needed, and you whined as your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging harshly.
âDamon, please,â you sighed, hips bucking against his face and he focused his attention on your sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue expertly working you up as you shamelessly moaned his name. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew with the way you kept slamming each other against walls and the floor, the breaking glass, and the sounds falling from both your lips someone might come to make sure you were alright, but you couldnât find it in you to care⊠not when he felt as good as he did between your legs.Â
Your moan changed in pitch when he slid two fingers into your entrance and it went straight to his cock, his head swimming as he watched you come close to falling apart above him. When he crooked his fingers just so your grip in his hair tightened, pulling him closer as you started to grind against him, âfuck, just like-â you were cut off by your own moan when he started massaging that spot inside you, legs trembling as you careened off the ledge. His touches remained merciless as pure euphoria surged through your veins, your head cloudy as your body trembled.Â
âSo fucking beautiful,â he muttered against you, kissing his way up your body and you tugged him closer to reconnect your lips, tongues swirling against each other as you tasted yourself on him. His hands felt greedy and possessive as they roamed over you, gripping tight enough to leave bruises that would heal before they even had a chance to form, and it was as if neither of you could get enough. You pushed forward, tugging him up with you and all but throwing him onto the bed and his smirk was devilish as he watched you crawl on top of him.
He looked like he was about to say something but you didnât give him the opportunity as you kissed him, rough and demanding as your hips settled above his, hand reaching between you to line him up at your entrance and you both let out groans as you took him inch by inch. The stretch was sweet, filling you almost to your breaking point as you settled fully and started to roll your hips against him, shuddering at the feeling.
âFuck,â he moaned as you started to bounce up and down, setting an unforgiving pace and you felt like you could feel him everywhere, every nerve ending radiating with fire. He sat up to wrap his arms around you, hips bucking to meet yours in a way that had your head rolling back and he took the opportunity to sink his teeth into your neck and you had never felt pleasure like this before. His hand was firm around your throat as your body shook with each thrust and soon you were boneless in his lap, only able to hold yourself upright as he drank you in.Â
When he pulled back you licked along his lips, face changing at the taste of blood and he swore heâd never seen anything sexier. Neither of you was going to last much longer, not like this, and he delivered a rough smack to your ass that had you whining and rolling against him. âOh my god,â you breathed out, letting your forehead fall against his and he smacked again, gripping the tender skin, âDamon-â you tried, but nothing would come out.
âWhatâs that, sweetheart?â he teased, gripping your hair and pulling you back to look at him, âoh, look at you⊠all cock drunk and fucked out,â he teased and you had nothing to say as a firm thrust had you seeing stars. You buried your face in his neck, fangs sinking into his skin as you felt your release barreling towards you, the mixture of blood and his steady thrusts too much to bear and a streak of red trailed down your body as you came, only able to shout his name as you cried out.
Your grip on him was maddening, pulling him right over the edge with you as you milked him for everything he had, and when you both slowed to a stop you were having a hard time catching your breath, your mind floating somewhere above you as you tried to return to your body. You felt his tongue along your chest, cleaning up your mess as you leaned back and he tried to commit the sight to memory⊠your hair wild, cheeks flushed, and skin dewy as blood lingered along your skin.Â
You still werenât fully with him, stuck in a haze as you felt him whisk you into his bedroom, and into the bathroom and it wasnât until you were under the stream of water with him that you hummed contently against his lips as he kissed you softly, âthere she is,â he chuckled.
His hands were delicate as they roamed you, and yours slid down the front of his chest as you looked up at him, doe eyed and happy. âThat wasâŠâ you trailed off, unsure of what word to use to fully sum it up and he placed another soft kiss on your lips.
âEverything you ever dreamed of?â he provided and you laughed as you swatted his chest.Â
âHush,â you replied, feigning annoyance but you didnât have it in you to feel anything other than bliss. The rest of your shower was spent with wandering hands and sweet kisses, a stark contrast to how rough and domineering youâd been with each other and when he pulled you into bed and wrapped himself around you, you looked up at him as your fingers trailed along his chest absentmindedly.
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asked, and you flushed slightly under his gaze.
âIt was more than I dreamed of,â you answered, and he raised a brow in question. âI havenât⊠I hadnât done that since turning, I didnât know it could be like that,â you explained and realization passed over his features.
âMy god,â he chuckled, âno wonder you were wound so tight.â His hand on your back was comfortable, holding you tight against him as he rubbed soothingly, âweâll go on a little trip this weekend,â he said as you rested your head on his chest.
âA trip?âÂ
You felt him nod, âaway from all the chaos here⊠weâll find you some warm bodies and Iâll teach you how to do it the right way, you donât have to live a life of blood bags forever.âÂ
âI donât know, you seemed to do the trick,â you teased and he laughed.
âSweetheart, you have no idea what youâre missing.âÂ
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Want Some Help? | Jeon Jungkook One Shot
Summary: When your boyfriend can't seem to satisfy you anymore your roommate decides to lend a helping hand. Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook (crackhead roommate energy) Word Count: 4.7k (got a little carried away but when don't I đ) Warnings: Explicit language, smut and cheating. He spits in her mouth at the end lol and hella pet names. Aight that's all you're getting lol gotta read the rest to find out. a/n: This is the last thing I'll be posting before I go on a little hiatus. I'll make a post in a couple of days to explain but I'll let this circulate a bit before I do. I hope you enjoy it! (barely edited lol) Requested by a lovely anon đ
The sounds in my room are obscene to say the least, more from Brian's side than mine today though. I don't know what it is but something about him isn't doing it for me anymore. Is it the fact that I have a new Adonis for a roommate? Perhaps, but Brian's need to overcompensate for it makes situations like these even more awkward than they need to be.Â
"You like that?" he asks, him being so close to cumming with me barely working my way up to it. "Yeah" I respond breathily, trying my best to play the part so this can hopefully be over sooner rather than later. "Fuck" he groans at the sight and sound of my little gasp when he just barely hits that spot but I know he won't be able to figure out how to do it again.Â
Brian isn't a selfish lover but the dynamic between us has changed ever since Jungkook moved in...Â
He hasn't been as focused on me which now that I think about it is pretty damn selfish. I'm just making excuses for him at this point. He's more focused on his ego and playing it up for my roommate than he is into loving his girlfriend. I don't know how much longer I can be in this relationship if he keeps acting like this.Â
"Shit I'm close, are you?" he asks and I nod my head furiously, thanking whoever might've been listening to my plea and seconds later he's cumming inside the condom and I do my best to copy the moan that I let out when he's actually done a good job at satisfying me and it seems to be convincing enough since he's giving me that cocky grin before he kisses me again.Â
"You wanna shower?" he asks and I shake my head, "You go ahead, I'll shower later. Plus, didn't you say you had work early tomorrow morning? I'll let you get cleaned up in peace so you can head out" I say and he nods his head before going to the bathroom and throwing me a towel before closing the door and turning on the shower.Â
Luckily he didn't try to clean me up because there's definetly not much to clean since I didn't cum.
Once I'm finished and I've made myself somewhat presentable I put on my robe and head out into the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. "Have fun?" my roommate says from the living room couch as I pass by on my way to the kitchen. "Shit Jungkook you scared me" I say, holding my hand to my chest.Â
"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Have a good time tonight?" he asks again, his eyes dragging up and down my form, lingering on my chest and when I look down I see that my nipples are very visible unbeknownst to me since I hadn't cared to think about the fact that Jungkook might've come home.Â
I wrap my robe tighter around me and cross my arms as I head into the kitchen. "Yes I did thank you very much. Did you?" I spit out quickly, hoping to avoid talking about my sex life with him. "It was alright. I had a long week so I decided to turn in early but um..." he trails off as he watches Brian walk down the hallway and into the kitchen, giving Jungkook a stern look before coming over to talk to me.Â
"You alright?" he asks before placing a way too intimate kiss on my lips in front of Jungkook who I see has turned his head back to the TV and isn't bothering to pay attention to the game Brian is trying to play with him. "Yeah I'm fine. Are you heading out?" I ask, very hopeful that this visit will come to an end and thankfully luck is on my side this time.Â
"Yeah I gotta get going but I'll come over again soon" he says, looking over at Jungkook before giving me one last kiss and heading towards the door to put on his shoes. "Text me when you get home!" I say and he winks at me before walking out leaving me rolling my eyes once the door is shut.Â
I slump against the counter, glad it's finally over and when I look back over at Jungkook he's not too interested in whatever he has playing on the TV anymore, his focus solely on me.Â
"What?" I ask him, brows scrunched together and trying to figure out what his deal is. "Why'd you fake it?" he asks and I choke on my spit, caught off guard by the unfiltered question. "Excuse me?" I ask, scandalized that he had been listening enough to even catch onto something like that.Â
"You probably wanted it to be over huh?" he asks, assuming what the answer was and unfortunately that was the case but I'm not letting him have the satisfaction of being right. "I don't know what you're talking about" I say, turning on the sink to fill up my cup again but before I can even pull it out from under the tap he's taking it out of my hand.Â
"Hey!" I call out, trying to grab it but he holds it just out of reach. "Can't keep you satisfied anymore?" he asks raising a brow at me, a smug look on his face since it seems he can read me like a book based off of my body language alone. "He keeps me very satisfied thank you very much, not that it's any of your business" I say and reach for my cup which he thankfully relinquishes.Â
"I know you're lying" he say and I cock a brow at him, not knowing how he could possibly know the truth. "Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" I press, placing the cup on the counter and crossing my arms over my chest, forgetting the fact that I'm completely naked under this and giving him a better view of my cleavage.Â
"You're not very quiet when you do it by yourself you know. What do you use? A dildo? One of those little roses? Maybe both?" he questions leaning in closer to me and making my eyes bug out of my head. "How did yo-" "These walls are paper thin doll, so believe me when I say that I can hear every little thing you do to yourself in there. But please, don't stop. I would hate to be deprived of that pretty little voice of yours even though it is quite distracting sometimes" he says, grabbing my cup and holding it between us as a clear invitation to leave if I so desire.Â
I take it and rush back to my room, slamming the door behind me and I can hear him chuckle from the kitchen. Fuck he really wasn't kidding when he said these walls are thin.
I flop down onto my bed facedown and scream into my pillow, utterly mortified that he's heard me ever since he got here. I need to wear a muzzle at this rate since there's no way I'm stopping just for his sake. A girl's got needs and if Brian isn't going to fulfill them then I've gotta do it myself.Â
I get up off my bed after I finish my little temper tantrum and change the sheets before taking my robe off and jumping in the shower to hopefully wash off all of Brian's scent. I can't stand to think about him anymore especially after what Jungkook said about him...
After finishing up my shower and drying off my hair I reach into my drawer to get my tried and true rose bud to help me out tonight. Yes he guessed right but I'll be damned if I ever let him see it.
I lay down and try to turn it on and after I've used it for a minute or two it just shuts off. "Fuck" I groan out, forgetting the fact that I had forgotten to grab new batteries for it. The TV remote has the same size batteries right? It's worth a shot to go check since I'm pretty sure he's gone to bed already.Â
Walking out to the living room in my robe again I'm met with Jungkook still sitting on the couch watching the same thing he had been when I first came out here.Â
I try to turn back around once I've seen him but he stops me by asking me if I needed something. "I just wanted to borrow the batteries from the remote but you're still using it so no worries" I say and try to leave but he stops me again. "I'm pretty sure I bought a new pack of batteries not too long ago" he says and I sheepishly admit I used the last of them.Â
"Oh okay well here, I can just finish this up on my laptop" he says while taking the batteries out and putting them in my hand, giving me the source of my pleasure for tonight. "T-thanks" I stutter and close my finger around them as if they would disappear if I let them go. "Is everything okay?" he asks and I nod my head while walking down the hallway, not knowing that he's hot on my heels.Â
"What do you need the batteries for?" he asks as we're a few feet away from my door making me jump. "Didn't know I was behind you?" he chuckles and I glare at him, hoping that'll make him back off but it does the exact opposite, causing him to smirk and glance around my room and soon notices the rosebud that I stupidly left in the middle of my bed.Â
"I was right" he smirks leaving me groaning and rolling my eyes as I storm into my room, not bothering to close the door since I know he's not going to leave me alone anytime soon.Â
"What? You know I'm just teasing you. You're free to do as you please doll, I'm not gonna stop you. I was even nice and paused my movie so you can have your fun too" he says, leaning against my doorframe and since he's being shameless I will too, deciding to switch the batteries out and turn it on to check but unfortunately it does the same thing and dies less than thirty seconds after I turn it on.
"Shit" I curse under my breath and he stifles his laughter by covering his mouth. "Yeah yeah laugh it up. You're just lucky all you need is your right hand to get off. Can you just leave me alone?" I ask, laying back down on my bed, exacerbated and ready to call it a night since the odds have flipped again. My good luck for the night being Brian's quick departure.Â
I don't pay attention to how high my robe has ridden and it seems as though one of my legs has slipped through the gap giving him a full view of my upper thigh and hip, one wrong move leaving me exposed to him.Â
He gulps but I don't bother to notice and only do when he clears his throat. "What do you want?" I say, throwing my arm over my face trying to hide the shame that all of this has caused me but fail miserably. "Want some help?" he asks and I sit up right away at his words, "What?" I ask, my reaction as dramatic as if he had grown two heads.Â
"Do you want some help? I can get you off real quick if you'd like? It'll be like one roomie helping the other" he offers as causally as if he had asked to borrow five bucks. "You're joking, right?" I scoff but it seems as he very well is not as he take a step into my room and he watches for signs for protest but I give him none.Â
"Not really no. I'm simply offering to help a friend in need. That's what we are right? Friends?" he questions as he takes a step closer.Â
He calls out my name when I've stayed silent for a while, not being able to take my eyes off him even if I tried. As long as he stays in this room he's got my attention. "R-right, friends" I respond and he takes a seat on my bed, a respectful distance away but it feels as if he was already on top of me.Â
"But Brian-" "Doesn't need to know" he says, cutting me off and making it harder and harder for me to say no. He scoots closer to me and takes the rosebud out of my hands, unbothered by what it's used for and simply places it on the nightstand next to me. "It's your move" he says, leaning closer to me, his breath fanning my face and I look at his eyes, mine going back and forth before his look down at my lips.Â
"Tell me to stop" he says, making things easier for me but when he's mere millimeters away I lean in.Â
It's soft and sweet at first, our lips connecting and breaking a few times, still giving me an opening to pull away and say stop but after a few more kisses like that he deepens the kiss. While keeping our lips locked for longer he angles his head a bit more, his tongue now in my mouth and soon he beckons me to do the same and I do which gives him even more of a green light.Â
He places his hand on my cheek and angles me just right before he switches up and presses down on my shoulder a little and leans in closer as a silent plea for me to lay down.Â
I crawl back on the bed instead and he follow as I lay down on the pillows with him hovering over me. "Fuck been thinking about this view for a long time" he admits and before I can say anything in response his lips are already on mine again.
"Can I take this off?" he asks, toying with the tie that is seconds from coming undone of it's own accord. "Yeah" I say, adrenaline pumping through my veins at the thought of doing this, of cheating with my roommate who is someone I won't be able to run away from after this.
He pulls the belt and in one smooth motion it's undone.
The way he looks at me as he takes both sides of the robe off of my body is a sight that could make me cum untouched if given the chance. Watching his eyes darken up as they roam all over my body until he's tracing them back up to mine where it's as if a whole new man is hovering over me, one that looks so insatiable and ready to break me at any moment.Â
"Fuck you're so pretty" he say, leaning back down to kiss me but soon trails his lips down my neck and to the valley between my breast. He settles on kissing one of them and slowly brings his lips closer to my nipple where he looks up at me for permission which I give right away. He smirks and puts his thumb and pointer fingers into his mouth making them wet. He places them on the opposite one twisting and toying with it before he places his mouth on the one in front of him.Â
Once his lips make contact my fingers immediately lace through his hair, needing to ground myself with something and he hums around in in approval when I tug on it a bit.Â
"You sensitive here doll?" he asks when he lets go of it, the cool air causing a chill when it hits my damp skin, him having made a mess of it from his clear desire to do this. I let out a whimper in response and he nips at it before switching to my other breast to give it the same time and attention he gave the first.
My hips start to buck up after a couple more seconds of him switching between my breasts and lips when he hears those pretty voices he had talked about before, wanting to taste them on his tongue this time.Â
"Someone's eager" he says against my lips but I turn my face to the side leaving him kissing the column of my neck until I'm squirming about leaving him smiling against my skin.Â
"Does my doll want more?" he asks and I whimper in response, not being able to bring myself to utter words of confirmation when I have a man like him already causing me so much pleasure, but it's not enough.Â
I need more.
"Jungkook please" I breathe out, done with this teasing and so worked up already from not gaining release earlier. "Please what?" he asks trailing his lips back up to mine and kissing them one last time before pulling back and waiting for my answer. "Please help me cum" I plead, wanting what he had promised me earlier.Â
He chuckles dryly and places a kiss on the corner or my mouth before responding. "Here I am taking my time with you but you still only want one thing. Don't you like it when I play with you like this?" he asks, trailing middle finger down my torso until he's come in contact with my clit, sliding further down past it and checking to see what my true physical reactions have been to his ministrations.Â
"Seems like you do" he says, circling around my entrance with that same finger when he feels how wet I am. "This all for me?" he asks and close my eyes once he's dipped one of his fingers in while using his thumb to draw circles around my clit but once my breathing picks up a bit everything stops.Â
"What?" I pant, confused as to why he would stop. "I asked you a question. Is this all for me y/n?" he rasps, looking down at where his fingers had once been and cursing when he notices how wet they are. "Y-yes, all for you" I choke out and he leans in as if he was going to kiss me but stops before I can even brush my lips against his.Â
"Can you say my name princess?" he whispers, posed as a question but we both know the only way this continues is if I comply. "Jungkook" I whisper out, his name now tasting different on my tongue. It's almost if I have to put more effort into pronouncing each letter, my throat suddenly running dry.Â
"Louder doll. It's the least you can do to help me forget how you've moaned his name in here time and time again. Probably another sad excuse of an act to fake your high" he says, going back to playing with my center, his finger going in and out at a faster rate now before easing his way into putting in a second one.Â
"Fuck Jungkook" I groan, this time a little louder than before that grants me a kiss on my neck, his motives to stay away from my lips being to hear all of my reactions to what he's doing to me. Wanting to discover new sounds and reactions that sound more genuine and are ones that I can't even hope to hold back with the pleasure he's giving me.
"That's it, keep going. Want your voice to be the thing I remember most about this, hear it over and over again, ingrained in my memory. That way when I forget how you taste it'll be something that I'll still be able to come back to. Hearing how I make you feel, not yourself and definetly not your sorry excuse of a boyfriend, me. Let me hear how I make you feel" he rasps in my ear making me shiver and arch my back off the mattress.Â
"Jungkook please, please" I beg, my ego gone, the only thoughts in my head being him and how incredible it'll feel once he's made me cum. "Just like that doll, scream my name if you need to, I don't mind" his calm cool and collected tone of voice driving me mad. How can he be whispering these things in my ear and taunting me like this while I'm a complete mess under him, barely being able to breathe let alone think straight.Â
I pulse around his fingers and he can tell that I'm close when I let out a moan after he hits a certain spot, hitting it over and over again, knowing that that's going to be the thing that'll make me come undone.Â
He leans back and looks down at me, his flushed cheeks and swollen lips make me insane, his calm and cool façade in my mind broken when I see the way he's watching me. Taking in every gasp, every moan, every whimper of his name and it makes him want to try even harder to get me to that high, needing to see what I look like when I cum.
"Just like that doll, you're doing so well, sound so pretty" he murmurs and with a few more words of encouragement I'm coming undone. When I try to look away he grabs my chin and makes me keep eye contact, making everything seem even more intense.Â
Once the rising and falling of my chest has slowed down and his playful fingers inside me gain him whines of overstimulation he finally takes them out.Â
I expect him to get up and wash his hands but instead places them in his mouth, moaning once my taste hits his tongue leaving me swallowing dryly, needing that glass of water now.Â
"Open your mouth" he says after he takes his fingers out and I comply curiously, doing as he asks and the next moment I feel him spitting in my mouth before smashing his lips on mine one last time.Â
After kissing me senseless and exhaustion flooding my system my kisses become sloppy and he laughs against my lips before finally pulling back. "Where are you going?" I ask and he laughs again at my groggy state. âI'm going to go get a towel to clean you up" he says and I sit up quickly, my mind slowly clearing up.Â
"Wait, what about you?" I ask, taking note of the tent in his pants but he simply chuckles and brings back a warm towel just like he said.
I had expected the same treatment Brian gave me today but when I try to reach for it he pulls back. "No you lay down, you're still out of it" he says, trying to be serious but also satisfied that he only had to use his fingers put me in this state.Â
After he finishes cleaning me up he gets up and throws the towel in the laundry basket and comes back to sit on the bed next to me, cupping my face and studying my features. "You okay?" he asks, clearly sensing regret already.Â
"Yeah I'm fine. I just never thought I would do something like this" I admit and he mouths a quiet 'Oh' and takes his hand off me but I grab it before he can get too far. "I'm sorry I'm just confused and clearly not thinking straight" I say, trying to backtrack knowing that I've hurt him by saying that.Â
"Thank you for doing this for me" I say timidly and he laughs. "What?" I ask, clearly not understanding what about this situation is funny.Â
"I'm sorry" he says, his laughing soon dying down and I wait in silence until he's finally composed himself. "I'm sorry it's just that itâs not everyday that your hot roommate thanks you for finger fucking them" he chuckles and my cheeks heat up, thoroughly embarrassed now that he's put it like that.
I reach behind me and grab a pillow and throw it at his face which makes him laugh even more. "Jungkook stop this isn't funny" I whine and he stops a couple minutes later. "Alright alright I'm sorry, you were just getting way too serious about it" he explains and wipes away a fake tear.Â
"This is serious! I just cheated on my boyfriend with you" I exclaim and he shakes his head, placing the pillow I threw at him out of my reach and sighs before responding. "You and I both know that you've been ready to end that relationship for a while now" he says and I open my mouth but the words die in my throat.
"That's what I thought" he says and we sit there in silence for a moment while I pull the sheet over me. "Just break up with him already, I can clearly see that you're miserable" he points out and I hate that he's right.Â
"Why do you care? Should I break up with him so I can mess around with you?" I ask and he shrugs his shoulders. "We can do that if you want to, but from a friend's point of view I think your life is so much better without him" he says and I sigh, knowing again that he's right, telling me the things that I've thought about over and over again but just never did anything about.Â
"I'll talk to him" I say and he nods his head. "Good because with the number I did on your neck he's definetly gonna know that something went down" he laughs and my eyes go wide, forgetting to tell him to not leave any marks but I know I'm fucked.Â
"Here" he says, grabbing the hand mirror I have on my dresser and I know from one glance that hoodies and turtlenecks will be my new signature look until this all clears up.
"Jungkook" I growl and he giggles, never taking my scolding tone seriously. "What? Don't act like you didn't like it" he chuckles and I sit up, grabbing that pillow and throwing it at him again. "I hate you" I huff but he laughs again before placing a knee on my bed and making it dip under his weight.Â
My breath hitches as he inches closer and I can't do anything but lay down, slowly trying to run away from his lips in my mind but falling back into that same position we had been in for who knows how long.
Once I'm flat on my back and he's hovering over me again I swallow as best as I can, making him let out a dry chuckle. "Wanna run that one by me again doll?" he asks, cocking a brow at me and I press my thighs together, hating myself for doing it but needing some sort of something to keep me sane but it's of no use.
He leans in closer and I hold my breath, not knowing what he's doing or where this is going but when I close my eyes Iâm granted with that same chuckle again.Â
"Goodnight princess" he says against my lips, his weight gone off my bed seconds later leaving me sitting up in process. "Wha-" "My pretty doll needs to figure out who she wants to play with if she wants more" he taunts and I cross my arms and pout a little, hoping that'll get him to come back.Â
"Aw don't be like that. After all the work I put in to help you feel good. I thought you would've been more grateful, not greedy" he taunts and I roll my eye before uttering a quiet 'Goodnight'. "Thanks for giving me material to help me fix this" he says, looking down at the very clear outline of his hard on and I swallow again, intimidated from finally being able to see his full size.Â
"I promise, if you make up your mind...I'll make it fit" he teases and winks at me granting him a scowl in response. He grabs the door handle at the same time I grab the pillow and throw it which he blocks by closing the door. "Goodnight doll" he says one last time and shuts it behind him.Â
I spend the rest of my night willing myself to sleep and when I finally start to doze off I start hearing Jungkook's soft moans and grunts leaving me wide awake again. Now I really know he wasn't lying...
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Drabbles: Caregiving
Featuring: Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Gortash
Inspiration courtesy of @creativepromptsforwriting
Astarion
To put it lightly, Astarion is a mess after killing Cazador. And who can blame him? After returning to camp, he simply sits and dissociates. His hands tremble. The only solace he finds is when youâre near.Â
Still covered in blood, you ask his permission to clean him up. He simply nods, his eyes staring at nothing. You grab a damp cloth and begin gently wiping away the dried blood. He leans towards you, hoping your presence itself can protect him from the trauma that keeps surfacing in his mind.Â
You notice his pants are still stained with blood as well. You gently cradle his face to get his attention.Â
âDo you need help changing?âÂ
He doesnât say anything but the look in his eyes is enough to assure he needs help. You lay him down and help him out of his soiled clothes. You quickly grab his night clothes, pulling his shirt over his head and helping him into new bottoms.Â
After heâs settled, you turn to leave, but his hand shoots out to grab your arm.Â
âPlease stay.â His voice is strained. A deep ache blooms in you.Â
You sit next to him on his bedroll, cradling him against your chest and whispering soothing thoughts to him for the rest of the night.Â
Gale
As skilled a wizard as Gale is, he canât always prevent himself from getting sick. Confined to his tent, you took it upon yourself to care for him.Â
As you brew some tea for him, he stretches out on his bedroll and watches you work. His heart warms at your worry for him. He really doesnât deserve the care youâre giving him. Heâs sure you have more important things to do.Â
You pour the tea for him, crouching next to the bedroll. With barely enough energy to move, you have to help him lift his head to take a sip. You gently cradle the back of his head, bringing the warm liquid to his lips.Â
He takes a small sip before laying his head down again.Â
He licks the remaining liquid off his lips. âItâs good,â he says. The taste of it sends a comforting warmth through him, mildly numbing the ache settling in his bones.Â
âI put a little something extra in there for you,â you tell him, winking.Â
He lets out a breathy laugh. âWhy am I not surprised?â
Halsin
Halsin is always the one who wants to care for you. Youâve insisted time and time again to let you pamper him sometime. He works so hard for you, protecting you and making sure you never go to sleep hungry or cold.Â
After scrounging enough gold to get a room at a nearby inn, you finally force his hand. Heâs bathing in the wash room, and you sneak in while heâs scrubbing at his skin.Â
He looks at you, a smile coming to his face. âDid you want to join me?â
You shake your head. âI was hoping I could wash your hair,â you tell him.Â
He raises an eyebrow.Â
âPlease?â you insist. âYou must be tired.âÂ
His shoulders slouch and he ceases his scrubbing. âGet over here,â he grumbles.
You rush over to sit behind the tub, leaping at the chance to help Halsin relax. You make quick work of wetting his hair, pouring a cleansing mix onto his scalp. Your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, massaging slowly.
âHmmm, that feels good,â he says, voice low.
You smile, watching as the tenseness leaves his body. âGood. You deserve it.â
He leans his head back, making it easier for you to work your fingers through his long hair.Â
You canât help yourself. You lean forward to press a kiss to his neck. He turns to you, a warm smile on his lips.Â
Your heart melts just like the first time you saw it.
Gortash
You straddle Lord Enver Gortash, his bare back laid before you. Your fingers dig into his tense muscles, earning moans from deep within him. He dearly needed a massage after an especially tiring day of ruling over Baldurâs Gate. The power of having him writhe beneath you is intoxicating.Â
You lean down and start to press kisses to his lower back, slowly trailing upwards. He growls your name. A warning. You know if you continue to tease him heâs going to flip you onto your back. The thought thrills you.Â
But you want to work out those big knots in his back first. He deserves to be taken care of before he takes care of you. You continue your work, rocking back and forth on your heels to gain momentum as you dig deep into his flesh.Â
His moans rumble through your hands. You grin to yourself, looking forward to the moment where he gives you the pleasure you want in return.Â
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[IG] 241028 wonwoo left a comment on seungkwanâs post:
I no longer want to see my loved ones getting hurt. After observing everything that has happened, Iâve tried to suppress my feelings, thinking it would eventually pass. But now, I realize I canât just watch these situations unfold silently for my fans, my members, and my fellow artists who are working hard.
Being an entertainer is a choice I made, and while I understand that I must endure some pain due to the love I receive, I donât believe this profession should involve self-destruction. I want to do my best in my work and give back to the fans who support me, sharing the positive energy I can. The pressures and burdens I feel are immense, affecting both my body and mind.
Despite this, we must keep pushing forward. Some look at things rationally, others try to smile through the pain, and some are just enduring as best as they can. I accepted this responsibility when I chose this path, yet today feels particularly harsh and unfair.
Just as some days are bright and others are cloudy, today feels overcast for me. I wonder if I have ever truly tried to stay positive or smile through tough times. Today is not easy, and it saddens me to think of those who are hurting right now. It frustrates me that I canât comfort everyone, and I question whether my clumsy words can resonate or provide comfort to anyone.
I want to emphasize that my fellow members and those in the K-pop industry I know genuinely love this work. They hurt because they care, and even when they feel empty, they continue to give love to themselves, their members, their families, and their fans.
I want to make it clear: we are not people who can be easily judged for our journey. We have endured pain and challenges to show our best selves on stage, and we work tirelessly for that. Please donât underestimate what it means to be an idol.
We donât deserve to have our story treated lightly. This goes for all artists; we are not your items to be used at will. Just one week of music shows can leave us utterly exhausted. Yet, even amidst advertisements, events, and performances, I see colleagues smiling warmly and greeting me. When they do, I smile back, as that is the least I can do. Their simple greetings and heartfelt messages in albums give me strength on tough days.
I appreciate the culture of challenges, where friends, even those who donât know each other, can share dance videos together. Building small memories together is beautiful, and if it brings joy to the fans, even better. I hope we can all make an effort to be a little warmer. If we support and treat each other kindly, perhaps things can improve. Watching someone fall apart and give up is something I detest. My sincere wish is to stop giving wounds that we cannot take responsibility for. I donât want to see my members, fellow artists, or our devoted fans hurt any longer. I want to express my love and apologies to those fans who support us so warmly.
ww: As Seungkwan said, I hope this can be a world only full of warmth.
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