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do you remember in toystory 2 when they said RUN LIKE THE WIND, BULLSEYE!!! that was me to myself 30 seconds ago booking it to the train
#I looked at the wrong schedule initially and thought I had more time#so I went to get some food bc I haven't eaten since before I came in#but I looked down and my train was leaving in a minute so I said SHIT and hauled ass down to the station#not weighed down by my lunch bag I made it in ample time#a woman who came onto the train after me was like WAS THAT YOU?!#and I said yes indeed. I am not waiting another half an hour. I wanna go home#she was like I've never seen anyone run that fast....I saw a flash of white and you were gone#I don't actually run that well but I can pull it out in short bursts hehe#cor.txt
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friends [ceo!h x shy!reader]
synopsis: bambi meets harry's best friends.
word count: 8.8k
contains: ceo!harry x assitant!y/n, deer!reader vibes, fluff, age gap (9 years), drunk harry, shy reader, boyfriend!h
this is part 3 of Bambi, read part 2 here
. . .
Y/N was slowly but surely finding her rhythm at Pleasing. Thanks to Harryâs advice on making the most of each day (advice he apparently wrote a book aboutâthough when Lindsey mentioned it, Harry had quickly shushed her and changed the subject), she had developed a solid morning and evening routine.
Her workdays at Pleasing fell on the busiest days of Harryâs schedule, which meant she was there three times a week. Those mornings began promptly at 7 a.m., with her clothes already laid out from the night before. After waking, sheâd prepare breakfast for herself and her brothers, speaking to Harry on the phone as they went about their respective routines in separate homes. Once breakfast was done, sheâd brush her teeth, do her makeup, and style her hair. By the time the school bus arrived to whisk her brothers away, her car would be rounding the corner to take her into the city.
Despite her hectic schedule, Y/N was managing to juggle her studiesâthough she couldnât ignore that they were beginning to take a backseat. Lately, sheâd found herself questioning whether she even wanted to continue her course. But with life moving at such a whirlwind pace, the thought of making a definitive decision felt overwhelming. For now, it was easier to just focus on the day-to-day.
To her surprise, Y/N was actually enjoying her jobâsomething sheâd never expected. Sheâd never been a fan of âadultingâ; being forced to grow up quickly didnât mean she had to like it. Paying bills, going to work, and worrying about the future had always felt like too much. But having a steady job offered her a rare sense of stabilityâone she appreciated more than she wanted to admit. It kept food on the table, gave her some consistency, and most importantly, brought her closer to Harry.
Keeping their relationship a secret, however, was proving to be a challenge. Surprisingly, Y/N was the more professional of the two, maintaining her composure in the workplace. She kept her hands to herself and avoided lingering glances, even when they were in the same room. Harry, on the other hand, wasnât quite as disciplined. He had a knack for initiating little interactions that straddled the line of proprietyâalways claiming they were âaccidents.â
Like the time he held her hand just a second too long. Or the time he âaccidentallyâ kissed her in the elevator right as the doors were opening. Then there was the incident during a meeting when, as she served tea, he tugged on the hem of her dressâapparently needing a refill.
Y/N couldnât help but adore how infatuated he was, but she was determined to keep things professional. The last thing she wanted was for her coworkers to think she had an unfair advantage because of her relationship. Still, Harryâs innocent looks and playfulness made it hard to stay mad at him for long.
âI need to ask you something,â Harry said from his desk.Â
It was Wednesday evening and everyone had gone home. Harry had needed to catch up on some work so Y/N stayed behind after some convincing with the proposition he would drop her home afterwards. Y/N was sitting on the chair opposite, her notebook open and laptop screen. Her laptop was on its last legs, taking forever to load and lagging every five seconds but she could never afford a new one and having one was better than nothing.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â She looked up, wearing her glasses and face framed by wispy bits of loose hair that had escaped her messy bun.Â
Harryâs face brightened when she looked up at him. âCâmere, Bambi. Too far away.â He pushed himself away from his desk and gestured to his lap.Â
Y/N smiled and walked around the desk to sit in his lap. She straddled herself across his lap and wrapped both her arms around his neck, âYâ smell good,â He murmurs, smelling her gingerbread cookie perfume even though it was Autumn, she was already excited for her favourite day of the year.Â
âWhat did you want to ask?â She pouted.Â
As if remembering he bought her over for a purpose, he continued, âThis weekend, yâknow youâre coming to stay the night?â
How could she forget? It was all she had been thinking about since he asked her. She had even bought brand new pyjamas with the remaining paycheck from her old job because her usual ones were worn and not as pretty. She had never been to a sleepover before let alone one with a man. She wasât sure what to expect but had seen movies where girls would sleepover and theyâd paint each others nails and eat ice cream. She knew that wouldnât be the case with Harry but she had made a list of other things they could do together that heâd enjoy too.Â
âI know,â Y/N nodded, brows furrowed as she waited for him to continue. Part of her couldnât help but worry. Did he not want her to sleep over anymore?
"Some of my friends are having a dinner get together type thing," Harry said, his tone casual but hopeful. "I havenât said Iâll go yet because I knew you were coming over, but I wanted to ask if youâd like to come with me?"
Y/Nâs eyes widened in surprise. "To the dinner party? With you?"
Harry smiled, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Yeah, with me. Who else?"
She blinked, processing his words. "Iâd be meeting your friends?" she asked cautiously. "Are you sure about that?"
"Why wouldnât I be sure?" he replied, his brow lifting slightly.
"I donât know, I just..." she trailed off, suddenly unsure of how to explain the nervous flutter in her chest.
"Ah, there yâgo, Bambi," Harry smirked, leaning in just enough to make her cheeks burn. "Getting all flustered."
"Iâm not flustered!" she protested, though the warmth in her face betrayed her.
Harry chuckled, his gaze warm and steady as it met hers. "It makes me happy, you knowâthinking about introducing you to my friends. They were excited when I mentioned you."
"They were?" Y/N asked, her brows lifting in surprise.
"Mhm," he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. "They know itâs rare for me to bring someone Iâm dating into the mix this early on." He leaned in, nuzzling against her neck and pressing a soft kiss to her skin. "So, will you come? We can head back to mine after."
She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay... but I donât know if I have anything to wear."
Harry smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Yâknow I can sort that," he teased.
Y/Nâs cheeks flushed instantly, and she bit back a shy smile as his confidence and charm worked their usual magic.Â
. . .
Y/N glanced down at her suitcase, biting her lip. Did I overpack for one night? Probably. She always did.
Growing up, money had been tight, but once Y/N started earning her own at sixteen, sheâd developed a habit of indulging herself. Not extravagantlyâthere were no designer handbags or flashy purchasesâbut enough to feel like she was treating herself after the grind of a day. Skincare, makeup, clothesâher modest earnings often vanished in the blink of an eye.
Fashion was her weakness. Her clothing rack groaned under the weight of her ever-expanding wardrobe, frequently collapsing as if protesting her relentless shopping habit. Packing for this overnight stay at Harryâs had been no exception. Sheâd started with a backpack, then upgraded to a duffle bag, only to realize that wouldnât fit everything she might need. Now, her suitcase sat by the stairs, practically mocking her indecision.
âWhoa.â Sammyâs voice broke her thoughts as he sauntered into her room, a chocolate bar in hand. âAre you moving in?â
âNo,â Y/N huffed, hands on her hips. âI just want to be prepared.â
Sammy raised an eyebrow. âYou know, he could just stay here instead.â
Y/N stilled. The boyâs first night without her had everyone feeling uneasy, and she knew Sammy wasnât looking forward to it. His gaze was guarded, but she could see the vulnerability underneath.
âItâll be fine,â she reassured, stepping closer. âItâs just one night. If you really hate it, weâllââ
âYouâll what?â he interrupted, his voice breaking slightly. âThereâs going to be a day when you move out. And leave me. With Mom. Or... without her.â
The words hit harder than he intended. Y/N swallowed the lump forming in her throat, reaching out to him. She saw the sadness etched in his eyes, a reflection of her own fears. âWherever I go, you go,â she whispered firmly.
âPromise?â
âI promise.â
Sammy leaned into her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. Y/N held him close, closing her eyes for a moment before pulling away.
The sound of a knock at the front door jolted her. She glanced at the clock, muttering a quick, âThatâs Harry,â as she rushed downstairs. She wanted to intercept him before Archie could get startedâher little brotherâs chatter had a way of turning quick visits into extended stays.
Yanking the door open, she froze. Harry stood there, a beaming smile lighting up his face despite the chill in the air. He wore a puffer jacket and shorts, his casual confidence making her heart skip.
âHi, Harry,â she greeted, cheeks tinged pink, though she wasnât sure if it was from the cold or his presence. Without thinking, she leapt into his arms, her sock-clad feet barely touching the doorstep.
âHi, Bambi,â he chuckled, steadying her as his arms closed around her. âYâready to go?â
âMhm.â She pulled back, slipping on her shoes. âLet me say goodbye to the boys.â
Harryâs gaze shifted behind her, landing on the suitcase by the stairs. A laugh bubbled from him. âAre you planning on moving in?â
Y/N furrowed her brows, following his line of sight. When realization dawned, she flushed. âOh, that. I, uh... didnât know what Iâd need.â
His grin softened as he stepped closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. âSâalright, Bambi,â he murmured. âMâjust excited to have you over.â
She smiled, her heart swelling as he leaned in for another kiss. Then, without missing a beat, he grabbed her suitcase and carried it effortlessly to the car.
After she had bid goodbye to her brotherâs and promised them some much needed one on one time with them once she came back from Harryâs house, Y/N took a deep breath and mentally prepared herself for the next twenty four hours.Â
. . .
In the car to Harryâs apartment, Y/N sat in the passenger seat with one hand intertwined with Harryâs whilst he drove with his other. The radio played through the car speakers, avoiding complete silence on the journey. The dulcit tones of Marvin Gaye playing throughout.Â
âYâ hands are freezing,â Harry said. Y/N instinctively tried to pull away as though her hand being cold was a bad thing but Harry clung tighter, raising both their hands and kissing her knuckles before blowing his warm breath over her hand. âDo you need me to up the heater?â
Y/N shook her head, âNo itâs okay, my hands get cold when Iâm nervous.â She confessed.Â
Harry frowned, âNervous? Are you okay?â
Y/N cringed, âM a little worried about meeting your friends. What if they donât like me?âÂ
Harry gave her a comforting smile, âBambi, theyâre so excited to meet you. You have nothing to worry about. Theyâve met other girls Iâve dated and trust me when I say youâre a walking angel in comparison to them.âÂ
âH-Have you dated a lot of other girls?â Y/N felt awkward bringing it up but her curiosity was getting the better of her. Harry had only mentioned briefly of the other women he had dated. Of course he had dated other women, he was a successful, handsome millionaire with a fashion company. It would be pointless trying to deny it.Â
Harry thought for a moment like he was trying to think carefully about his response, âIâll be honest, I used to date a lot of women when I first started making money. I wasnât very good when I started getting attention from the press. I drank a lot and spent money on buying out nightclubs and bars for the night.âÂ
Y/N was shocked. She tried to picture her Harry being the version of himself he spoke about. âBut my company was no where near as successful as it is now so even though I was spending a lot, I was losing a lot too. I nearly went bankrupt at one point which really gave me a kick up the ass. My sister, sheâs an accountant back home in England, she came to visit and helped me get my act together.âÂ
âOh wow,â Y/N didnât really know what else to say. She couldnât seem to envision her sweet, soft and wholesome Harry being a party animal and spening nights in bars for days on end.Â
âDid that put you off?â Y/N immediately shook her head.Â
âOf course not, weâve all got things weâre not proud of.â Y/N replied.Â
Harry smiled, âWhat about you? Any psycho ex-boyfriends I need to worry about?â
Y/N laughed, âNo lucky for you, I donât think a single guy has ever taken interest in me.âÂ
âI highly doubt that Bambi but youâre right, I am very lucky.â Harry flashed a cheeky grin, turning the wheel around the corner and stopped outside the tallest building she had ever seen that looked as though it was completely made of glass.Â
Y/Nâs was unable to say anything when her eyes gazed up at the towering stack of apartments. âYou live in this building?â Y/N couldnât take her eyes off, her neck permanently craned to look up. She was pretty sure the hjgihest point of the building resided in the clouds.Â
Harry said nothing, parking his car in the private parking spot. He went to the back to grab her suitcase, Y/N stepping out of the car and walking around to meet him.Â
âCâmon Bambi,â Harry chuckled at her awe-struck expression.Â
They walked hand in hand through the lobby which looked as glamorous as youâd expect. Harry gave a nod to the security at the door as they went past and headed towards the elevator. Y/Nâs eyes widened when his finger pressed the button for the top floor.Â
The doors to the elevator opened and Y/N thought she might actually pass out.Â
She stepped into Harryâs penthouse, her breath catching as her gaze swept over the space. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline, all the people and cars down below looked like ants. The open layout was both elegant and inviting, with warm ambient lighting casting a golden glow over the neutral-toned furniture and rich wooden floors.
âWow,â she whispered, taking a hesitant step further inside. The plush cream sofa, the sleek coffee table stacked with books, and the faint scent of vanilla in the air all felt so Harryâeffortlessly stylish and welcoming.
Harry chuckled behind her, setting her suitcase by the door. âYou like it?â
âLike it?â she breathed, turning to face him with wide eyes. âHarry, this is... incredible.â
He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. âMâglad you think so. Wanted it to feel comfy, yâknow? Somewhere I could actually relax.â
Y/N nodded, her eyes drifting back to the view. âSometimes I forget how rich you are.â
Harry chuckles from behind her, âIâm actually very glad to hear that.â
She walked over to the windows, pressing her hands gently against the glass as she looked out at the city sprawling beneath them. For a moment, it felt like they were floating above it all, separate from the noise and chaos of the world below.
Harry joined her, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. âSâbetter with you here,â he murmured, his voice soft.
Y/Nâs heart thudded in her chest as she leant into him. Harry kissed her shoulder, turning her round to face him. He smiled when her eyes met his, âWe have some time before we need to get ready, do you want to go unpack?â
âOh of course, am I sleeping on the couch?â Harry furrowed his brows before bursting out laughing, water almost fell from his eyes. Y/N frowned, confused at his reaction.Â
âYou donât want to sleep in my room Bambi? With me?â Y/Nâs cheek scorched red but Harry just continued to laugh, âI mean Iâm happy to sleep on the couch and let you sleep in my room if thatâs what would make you comfortable.â
âNo, itâs okay! I was just messing around,â She was all flustered. The idea of sleeping in Harryâs bed with him hadnât crossed her mind like it maybe should have.Â
âAre you sure? Yâ know I wouldnât do anything to make you uncomfortable.â Y/Nâs shoulders sunk at his sincere concern, she stood on her toes and kissed his lips. This time it was his turn to be surprised since it was rare for her to be the first to initiate a kiss between them.Â
âI know,â She smiled, âI want to sleep in your room⊠with you.âÂ
Harry smiled, âGood. Let me give you a tour first.âÂ
Harry led Y/N back toward the kitchen, still holding her hand as they strolled through the open-concept living area. âFirst stop: the kitchen,â he said, motioning grandly as they stepped into the sleek, modern space.
Y/Nâs eyes widened as she took in the marble countertops, state-of-the-art appliances, and a large island that looked like it had been plucked from a home design magazine. A trio of pendant lights hung above, casting a warm glow over the pristine surfaces.
âWow,â she breathed, running her fingers along the smooth countertop. âThis is amazing. Do you even use it?â
Harry grinned, leaning casually against the island. âI use it for takeout. Does that count?â
She laughed, shaking her head. âI donât know how anyone could resist cooking in here.â
âI can resist pretty easily, love,â he said with a smirk. âBut if you ever fancy cooking together, Iâm happy to assist. Iâm great at stirring things and, uh⊠taste-testing.â
âOf course you are, no wonder you own a restaurant.â Y/N teased, giving him a playful nudge.
Harry chuckled, then nodded toward a door off to the side. âAlright, next stop: my office.â
He guided her through the door and into a smaller, cosier room that contrasted with the open, airy feel of the rest of the penthouse. The office was lined with dark wood shelves filled with books, a few framed photos, and scattered trinkets. A large desk sat in front of another set of floor-to-ceiling windows, the view just as stunning as the one in the living room.
âThis is where I get most of my work done,â he said, walking over to the desk and leaning on it. âOr where I try to, anyway. Sometimes I just sit here and stare out at the city.â
Y/N wandered over to the shelves, her fingers lightly brushing the spines of the books. âItâs so⊠you,â she said softly, glancing at the little detailsâa framed photo of him with his family, a guitar pick sitting on a stack of papers, and a candle that smelled faintly of cedar.
He raised an eyebrow. âYou mean messy?â
âNo,â she said, laughing. âI mean itâs thoughtful. Personal.â
Harryâs smile softened, and he reached out to take her hand again. âAlright, enough of the boring office. Time to show you the best room in the house.â
Y/Nâs heart skipped a beat as he led her back down the hallway to his bedroom. When he pushed open the door, her breath hitched.
The bedroom was even more stunning than sheâd imagined. The centerpiece was a massive bed with crisp white linens that looked impossibly soft, surrounded by sleek, minimal furniture. The far wall was made entirely of glass, offering an unobstructed view of the glittering city below. Heavy curtains were drawn to the sides, framing the view like a painting.
Harry watched her take it all in, a small smile tugging at his lips. âSo? What do you think?â
âItâs⊠incredible,â Y/N whispered, stepping into the room. She walked over to the windows, pressing her hands against the glass as she gazed out at the city. âI donât think Iâd ever sleep. Iâd just stay up staring at this view.â
âWell, lucky for you,â Harry said, coming up behind her and resting his hands gently on her shoulders, âthe bed is comfortable enough to make you forget about the view.â
She turned to look at him, her cheeks warming. âI donât know if thatâs possible.â
Harry grinned, his dimples on full display. âChallenge accepted, Bambi.â
He took her hand and led her to the bed, sitting down beside her. The mattress really did feel like a cloud as she sank into it.
âI was serious earlier,â Harry said, his tone softer now. âYou can sleep wherever you wantâthe bed, the couch, the office chair if youâre feeling adventurous. I just want you to be comfortable.â
Y/N smiled, her heart swelling at his thoughtfulness. âI already told you, Harry. I want to sleep here. With you.â
His eyes lit up at her words, and he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead. âGood. Because Iâd be lying if I said I didnât want that too.â
Harry stood up, âIâll leave you to unpack. Iâve just go to make a few calls but thereâs an ensuite bathroom you can use to freshen up.â
After Harry brought her suitcase to the bedroom, he left her to unpack. Y/N unzipped it and pulled out her washbag, heading into the ensuite bathroom.
The bathroom was stunningâa walk-in shower with dark tiles and jets built into the walls. She stepped to the sink, admiring the clean lines of the vanity, and placed her washbag carefully on the counter. She couldnât help but smile when she noticed all of Harryâs skincare neatly organized in a cute little spinning containerâit was such a contrast to her own chaotic setup. But then her eyes landed on the glass by the sink, where his toothbrush rested.
Beside it was a pink toothbrush.
Her heart softened at the sight, a warm flutter spreading through her chest. There was something about that simple detail that made her feel all warm and gooey inside. Sheâd never believed she would find someone sheâd want to spend so much time with but here she was staying the night with Harry and about to meet his friends.Â
Y/N walked into the living room, where Harry was already sitting on the couch with his laptop perched on her lap. He smiled when he saw her, and then his gaze fell to the object she was holding. âIs that Monopoly?â he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Y/N nodded, her grin widening. âYeah, itâs the original version. I asked my brothers if I could bring it with me since we've had this set forever, and they would absolutely murder me if I lost any pieces. We have to be able to play it at Christmas."
The corner of Harryâs lips quirked in amusement. âHmm, may I ask why you decided to bring Monopoly with you today?â
Y/N paused, clearly puzzled. âIsnât that what people do at sleepovers? Play games?â
Harryâs grin spread wider. As she stepped closer, he reached out, pulling her toward him. She ended up collapsing onto his chest with a soft laugh.
âOh, Bambi,â he murmured, showering her face with quick kisses. His lips tickled her skin, making her giggle uncontrollably. âYouâre the most precious girl Iâve ever known, you know that?â
She smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed. âDoes that mean you want to play?â
Harry gave a dramatic sigh, still grinning. âOf course! Are you kidding me? I love this game.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow, her voice playful. âWell, be prepared. Iâm not one to brag, but Iâm pretty good at it.â
His eyes lit up with challenge. âOh, Bambiâs competitive, I see.â
A spark flickered in her eyes as she leaned in slightly, âJust a little.â
. . .
Harry loved discovering the many layers of his Bambi. To the outside world, she was shy and quiet, but to him, she was a multi-faceted woman, full of surprises he was peeling back one by one. Yet this afternoon might have revealed his favorite side of her yet.
Y/Nâs eyes sparkled with excitement and mischief as she declared her victory in Monopolyâlong before the game had officially ended. Harry had debated whether to let her win, as any gentleman might, but it turned out he didnât need to. She was fiercely competitive and had wiped the floor with him in just thirty minutes.
If time had allowed, Harry wouldâve played another round or concocted a new game just to watch her face light up with that same playful energy. The afternoon spent with her, laughing over a simple board game, had him envisioning Christmas mornings and holiday traditions for years to come. It was silly, perhaps, to think so far ahead so early in their relationship, but he didnât care. He couldnât picture a future without Bambi in it.
Still, as the game wrapped up, he could see her nerves creep back in. The mention of preparing to meet his friends made her retreat into herself, her earlier exuberance melting into quiet apprehension. Despite his reassurances, Harry knew sheâd wrestle with her anxiety until the dinner was behind them.
His friends, on the other hand, were eager to meet her. Their group chat had been buzzing with excitement about âthe girl who finally tied him down.â Since Harryâs family was back in England, his friends were the closest thing he had to family in LA, making their opinions matter. But he had no doubt theyâd love her.
In the living room, Harry waited for Y/N to finish getting ready, dressed in his tailored dark suit with a relaxed fit. The loose white tank underneath, with its wide scoop neckline, subtly revealed his tattoos, and the Pleasing logo stitched at the hem added a personal touch. Cream-colored loafers and white socks completed the look, his short curls neatly styled to keep them from obscuring his face.
The click of the bedroom door snapped him from his thoughts. He rose from the sofa, as alert as a puppy hearing its owner return. When Y/N stepped out, the oxygen seemed to leave the room entirely.
Her dress was light pink, soft and flowing, with thin spaghetti straps and a V-shaped neckline that showcased her décolletage. The slightly sheer fabric hinted at her elegant curves, while the asymmetrical hemline added a whimsical touch. Her hair was slicked back into a high ponytail, and her makeup was pink-toned and dewy, enhancing her natural glow. She paired the dress with strappy silver heels and a small, dainty bag dangling from her shoulder.
Her hand clung to her opposite arm, feeling vulnerable as she stood before him. Harry felt his breath hitch, his lips parting as he tried to absorb how breathtaking she looked.
âBambiâŠâ he managed, his voice low and reverent.
Her cheeks flushed. âIs it too much?â she asked softly.
Harry stepped closer, taking her hands in his and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. âYou look beautiful. I donât even have the words to tell you how incredible you are.â
She ducked her head, shy like the deer he affectionately nicknamed her after. âThank you. You look very handsome, too,â she said with a smile.
âThank you, baby,â he murmured, his gaze fixed on her like she was the only thing in the world.
âDo you like my dress?â she asked, her voice tentative.
Harryâs hands slid to her waist, feeling the soft fabric and the gentle curve of her silhouette. âI love it.â
âI made it,â she admitted, her blush deepening.
His brows lifted in surprise. âYou did?â
She nodded, and Harry was awestruck. Heâd seen her sketches beforeâones she had reluctantly shared after he beggedâbut seeing her creations come to life was something else entirely.
Harry glanced at his watch, sighing reluctantly. âWe should probably get going, but firstâŠâ He pulled out his phone, aiming it at the two of them. Y/N laughed, trying to push the camera away, but eventually relented, leaning in to kiss his cheek just as he snapped the photo. His grin widened, his eyes crinkling with joy.
Taking her hand, he asked, âDo you need a jacket?â His gaze flicked to her bare arms.
âIâll be okay, as long as the bar has heating,â she replied with a small laugh.
Harry chuckled but grabbed a jacket on their way out anyway. He knew her well enough to anticipate the moment sheâd get cold but wouldnât say a word about it.
The drive to the bar felt like it took forever, thanks to the heavy city traffic. Harryâs hand remained warm on her thigh, and she wrapped her arm around his, seeking comfort from his touch. She chewed on her bottom lip, a nervous habit she couldnât seem to stop.
âA little,â she confessed, glancing over at him. âI just want them to like me. Iâve never had to introduce myself to anyoneâs friends before... I donât want to mess up.â
âYouâll be fine, Bambi,â Harry reassured her, his voice calm as always. Heâd said it so many times already, and she knew heâd say it dozens more if she needed to hear it. âJust be yourself. Thatâs all you need to be.â
Y/N wouldnât say it out loud, but the age difference between her and Harryâs friends had been weighing on her mind all evening. The nine-year gap between her and Harry had never been an issue for themâit felt inconsequential when they were together. But his friends might see it differently.
What if they thought she was too young, too inexperienced, too⊠immature for someone like him? Worse, what if they assumed she was with him for his success, for the money he worked so hard to earn? The mere thought made her stomach twist. She didnât want to be judged on circumstances she couldnât change or assumptions she couldnât dispel.
Harryâs friends meant a lot to him, and their approvalâor lack of itâwould sting far more than she cared to admit.
She nodded anyway, letting out a slow breath and turning her gaze to the window. The city lights blurred outside, their glow reflecting in her eyes. Even though his words helped calm her, she still couldnât shake the nerves.
When they pulled up to the bar, the fancy building loomed in front of them. A valet was already waiting, and Y/N couldnât help but notice how Harry always seemed to have the luxury treatment everywhere they went. It was a reminder of how different her world was from his, but she tried not to dwell on it.
As Harry stepped out of the car, Y/N noticed the photographers waiting outside. It wasnât a surprise, but it still made her stomach tighten. Harry wasnât a mega-celebrity, but he was well-known enough in the business world that the occasional paparazzi was inevitable.
Harry opened the door for her, his hand gently resting on her hip as he helped her out. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. He kissed the top of her head, and it felt like both a reassurance for her and a subtle message to the photographers.
The bar was dimly lit and sophisticated with shiny tables and chairs with red upholstery. Live jazz music played as people chatted over glasses of wine that probably cost more than Y/Nâs monthly wages had to offer. âDo you own this bar?â Y/N asked, clinging a little bit tighter to Harryâs hand.Â
Harry chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. âNot this one,â he said, guiding Y/N toward a booth at the back of the bar. As they approached, the laughter of a group already seated at the table reached her ears. The sound was warm, familiar, like a group of people who had known each other for years.
A man with long brunette hair had his arm around a woman with similar dark hair that cascaded in waves down her shoulders. The two of them were laughing, their faces lit up in shared joy, and Y/N couldnât help but feel a little nervous as they neared the group.
Before she could even take a deep breath, one of the men spotted them walking over. He had a rugged beard, and he stood up with a grin, his drink in hand.
âHarry!â he called out, extending his hand.
Harry gave him a knowing grin and shook his hand firmly, his other arm still wrapped around Y/N. âMate,â he greeted warmly, pulling him into a quick hug.
Y/N watched the exchange, trying to hide the anxious flutter in her stomach. She wasnât sure what to expect, but she knew this was an important moment for her. She hadnât met many of Harryâs close friends yet, and she couldnât shake the feeling that this would be a defining momentâhow they reacted to her, how sheâd fit in with this group that meant so much to him.
The man with the beard turned to Y/N, his eyes flickering with curiosity, and then he offered her a smile. âYou must be Y/N,â he said, his tone warm and welcoming. âItâs great to finally meet you.â
Y/N smiled, a little relieved at the friendly tone in his voice. âYeah, itâs nice to meet you too,â she replied, her nerves still there but starting to ease. âIâve heard so much about you guys.â
Harry stood beside her, his hand still resting at the small of her back, offering her silent support as she navigated this new territory.Â
The man with the beard grinned as he stepped back, giving Y/N a moment to breathe. "This is Mitch," Harry said, gesturing to the man with long brunette hair who was seated next to a woman with equally dark hair. Mitch gave her a warm, easy smile, his arm casually wrapped around Sarahâs shoulders.
"Itâs great to meet you, Y/N," Mitch said, his voice easy and friendly. "Harryâs told us all about you."
Y/Nâs nerves eased a little more as Mitchâs friendly demeanor helped her feel at home. "I hope itâs all good things," she said, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.
"Oh, definitely," Mitch replied, nudging Harry with his elbow and giving him a teasing grin.Â
Sarah, Mitchâs girlfriend, stood up from the booth with a bright smile, her waves of dark hair catching the light. She reached out to shake Y/Nâs hand, her voice warm and welcoming. âHi! Iâm Sarah. Itâs so nice to finally meet you.â
Y/Nâs heart fluttered, but Sarahâs friendly tone immediately put her at ease. âNice to meet you too,â she replied with a smile, trying to match Sarahâs warmth. "Harry's mentioned you guys a lot."
âGood things, I hope,â Sarah teased, winking as she sat back down beside Mitch.
Before Y/N could respond, a deep voice from the other side of the booth spoke up. âYou must be Y/N,â a man with a thick beard said, âIâm Jamie.â
âItâs good to meet you,â Y/N smiled.
Jamie gave her a smile that seemed to take up half his face, his eyes twinkling with humor. "Harryâs been keeping us in the loop." He offered her a firm handshake, his grip warm. âItâs about time we met the girl who finally has him whipped.â
Finally, a woman sitting across from Jamie stood up, her presence immediately commanding attention. Alessia was strikingâher short hair framed her face with confidence, and her posture was strong. She offered Y/N a small, warm smile. "Iâm Alessia," she said, extending a hand. "Itâs so good to meet you. Iâve heard a lot about you from Harry."
"Nice to meet you too," Y/N said, shaking her hand with a smile. There was something calming about Alessiaâs assuredness that made Y/N feel at ease, even though she was a little more reserved than the others.
As Alessia returned to her seat, Harryâs hand still rested on Y/Nâs back, a silent comfort in the midst of the introductions, as they sat in the booth next to Sarah and Mitch. His friends were exactly as heâd describedâkind, welcoming, and playful. They were a perfect match for Harry and that bought a sense of relief to her.Â
âCan I get you a drink?â Harry murmured to Y/N, his hand gently brushing against hers as he leaned in.
Y/N hesitated, biting her lip. She had never really drunk alcohol beforeânot because she didnât want to, but simply because she never really went out drinking. Whenever she was out with her brothers, she always stuck to something safe like Coke or Sprite. She felt a little embarrassed to admit that she wasnât sure what to order.
âUmâŠâ She fumbled for words, feeling self-conscious. "I...I don't really know what to drink."
Harryâs smile softened, as if he understood right away. âWould you like me to pick something for you?â
Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. He wasnât making her feel stupid. "Yes, please," she said gratefully, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
With a nod, Harry turned and motioned for the guys to follow him toward the bar. As they walked off, Y/N felt her nerves kick in again. She was left standing with Sarah and Alessia, the two women who already seemed so at ease with each other and the group.
Y/N suddenly felt a little out of her element. She wasnât used to hanging out with other women in this kind of setting. With her brothers, everything was easy and casual, but this... this felt different. She was afraid that her awkwardness would be obvious, so she searched for something to say, anything to break the silence.
It didnât take long for Sarah to sense her discomfort. She leaned forward with a welcoming smile. âWhereâs your dress from? Itâs gorgeous,â she asked, her voice light and friendly.
Y/N's face softened at the compliment, and she felt more at ease. âOh, um, I actually made it,â she said, a little shy but proud. "I love fashion, so Iâve been sketching designs for a while."
Sarahâs eyes widened, impressed. âWait, you made it? Thatâs amazing!â She looked at Y/N with genuine admiration. âIt looks beautiful on you. I honestly thought it was something you bought from a high-end store.â
Y/N laughed softly, feeling a bit shy but happy with the compliment. âThanks, that means a lot. Iâve kept a lot of my sketches in an old notebook, but Iâve always wanted to show them to someone.â
âI would love to see them sometime,â Sarah said enthusiastically. âIâm obsessed with fashion too. Maybe we can swap ideas sometime.â
Alessia, who had been listening with a smile, chimed in. âYouâre really talented. Iâm sure Harryâs lucky to have someone so creative around especially with his company.âÂ
âDo you guys work in fashion too?â Y/N asked, genuinely curious about the two women sheâd just met.
âJust Harry, Iâm afraid,â Sarah replied with a playful smile. âWe all went to art school, though. Mitch and I own an art gallery together, and Jamie runs a theatre company.â
âAnd I design album art for artists,â Alessia added, her voice warm and casual.
Y/Nâs eyes widened in genuine awe. âWow. Thatâs so impressive. Is that how you all met? Through art school?â
âYep, we were kind of the outcasts of our year group,â Sarah said with a chuckle, âso we stuck together. And look where we are now.â
Y/N smiled, feeling the closeness between the group. âThatâs so cool. And... were you and Mitch together back then?â
âOh no,â Alessia laughed, shaking her head. âSarah and Mitch didnât get together until after art school. It was excruciating to witnessâthose two pining over each other for four years and never doing anything about it.â
Y/N couldnât help but laugh at Alessiaâs blunt description. âThat sounds like a movie.â
âIt kind of was,â Sarah said, laughing with her. âBut it worked out in the end.â
âI bet Harry told you about us,â Alessia continued, leaning in a bit. âHe told us he was bringing you tonight, and we were all nervous, actually.â
Y/N raised her eyebrows, surprised. âReally? I was nervous too.â
âAre you kidding? After Harryâs last âgirlfriend,ââ Sarah said with a playful eye-roll, âwe thought weâd be meeting some bitchy gold-digger whoâd be all over him, trying to separate him from us. But then we met you, and it was like, thank Godâyouâre nothing like that. Honestly, weâre so relieved.â
âHarry talks about you non-stop,â Alessia added with a teasing grin. âFor the last month and a half, itâs been âY/N this, Y/N that,â in our group chat. Itâs kind of sweet, honestly.â
âReally?â Y/N blinked, her face softening with surprise.
Sarah smiled warmly. âYeah, donât worry, itâs nice to hear. He deserves someone who treats him right, you know? Especially after everything heâs done for all of us.â
Alessia nodded, her expression turning a little more serious. âHe got me out of some serious debt. I was on the brink of losing everything, close to being homeless... but Harry stepped in. He rented me a place, helped me get back on my feet, and even called in a favor that landed me my first real job. Heâs the most caring person I know.â
Y/Nâs heart warmed at Alessiaâs words. This wasnât the first time sheâd heard someone speak so highly of Harry, but it never failed to move her. Hearing it from his friends, people who had seen him at his best and worst, made her realise just how deeply Harry cared about the people in his lifeâand just how lucky she was to be part of it.Â
Soon Harry returned with the boys, sliding into the seat next to her. He placed a drink in front of her, âI got you an Aperol Spritz but if you donât like it I can get you something else.â He told her.Â
âThank you,â She beamed up at him and took a sip of her drink. It was light and bubbly with a slight bitter yet citrusy taste. The more she drank, the more she enjoyed the taste of it. Â
Harry continued conversing with his friends, and Y/N found herself enjoying the easy banter between them. It was nice to see this side of himârelaxed, almost boyish, and playful. The way his friends teased each other with such familiarity made her smile, and it felt like she was catching a glimpse of Harryâs world before sheâd come into it.
She liked his friends. All of them were warm and welcoming, each with their own distinct personalities, but there was a genuine closeness that she could see. They kept her in the loop, filling in the gaps on things she might not have fully understoodâlike an inside joke or a shared memoryâuntil she felt like she was beginning to grasp the dynamics between them.
Sarah and Alessia were especially attentive, constantly asking her questions and trying to learn everything about her. Y/N appreciated their curiosity and kindness. They didnât make her feel like an outsider, instead showing genuine interest in her life and her background.Â
Every so often, Y/N would catch Harry looking down at her. Heâd check in on her, his gaze soft, making sure she was okay and not feeling overwhelmed. His protective instincts were clear, and she was grateful for it. He didnât hover, but whenever he could, heâd quietly reassure her with a small smile or a squeeze of her hand under the table.
Despite the lively atmosphere, Y/N felt like she wasnât just another guest at the tableâshe was part of the conversation, part of the group. And it was easy to relax into that sense of belonging as the night wore on. Even though she was still a little out of her comfort zone, she couldnât help but feel more at ease with every passing minute, especially with Harry so nearby.
She laughed at something Sarah had said, a light, genuine sound that felt more natural than she expected. The whole night had been surprisingly fun, and for once, she was enjoying being part of something so lively, instead of shrinking back. Â
âSo Y/N, whatâs Harry like as a boyfriend?â Jamie asked, causing Y/N to freeze in her seat.
Harryâs hand stilled from where it had been drawing invisible circles on her knee. The table seemed to pause, sensing the awkwardness in the air.
âThat bad?â Jamie chuckled, trying to lighten the moment.
Y/Nâs mind scrambled for the right words. She wasnât sure how to describe their relationshipâthings were still new, and they had never really put a label on it beyond "dating." Her mouth felt dry as she fumbled for a response.
âU-um, weâre notâ I donât thinkââ Y/N stumbled, her face flushing. She didnât know how to put it into words, not wanting to make things awkward or overthink it.
Before she could continue, Sarah quickly chimed in with a grin, âA better boyfriend than you.â
The entire table burst out laughing, and the tension in the air seemed to lift immediately. Jamie threw his hands up in mock defeat, shaking his head with a smirk.
âAlright, alright. Iâll take the loss. But Iâm definitely curious now,â he said, leaning forward. âWhat makes Harry such a great boyfriend, then?â
Y/N glanced at Harry, meeting his eyes, which were filled with amusement but also a warmth that made her heart skip. "Yeah, Bambi, what am I like as a boyfriend?"
Her lips parted at the question. It was the first time he had referred to their relationship so openly, and the realisation hit her in a way that made her smile nervously.
âWell,â Y/N began, her voice softening as she relaxed, âheâs incredibly thoughtful. Heâs always checking in on me, making sure Iâm alright, andâhe actually listens. Heâs not the kind of guy who brushes off what I say or rushes through things. Heâs really present.â
Harryâs hand slid over to hers under the table, his fingers intertwining with hers in a quiet show of support. He squeezed her hand gently, his gaze tender, saying everything without needing words.
âAnd heâs fun,â Y/N added with a light laugh, her nervousness easing. âHe doesnât take himself too seriously, which is honestly one of my favorite things about him.â
Harryâs smile deepened at her words, and there was something in the way he looked at herâlike he was asking her a question without saying it aloud. âI love it⊠Being his girlfriend.â Y/N blushed but Harryâs face widened into a grin, one of his dimples appearing on his cheek.Â
The group exchanged knowing glances, clearly enjoying the moment. Alessia raised her glass, her eyes twinkling.
âTo Y/N, we wish you all the luck in the world for having to put up with us.â she said, toasting her with a wink.
Everyone joined in, lifting their glasses, and Y/N felt her heart swell at the way Harryâs friends rallied around them.Â
. . .
Y/N hadnât noticed how much Harry had had to drink until his head rested on her shoulder, in the middle of her conversing some more with Sarah and Alessia, âThink I want to go home Bambi,â He murmured. Y/N pushed his droopy curls back and saw the hazy look in his eye, a lazy smile on his lip, âSo pretty,â His lips puckered as he spoke.Â
Y/N giggled, âHow are we meant to get home silly, you drove us here.â
âOh yeah,â Harry huffed, âI did didnât I?â
Sarah chuckled, âWe can drop you guys home on the way back to our place. Weâll just tell the valet to keep hold of his car. He can pick it up tomorrow as punishment.âÂ
Y/N laughed softly, nodding her thanks to Sarah. "That sounds like a good plan," she said, looking down at Harry, whose cheek was now squished adorably against her shoulder. He was humming a tune she couldnât quite place, the sound low and soothing despite his obvious tipsiness.
Harryâs hand found hers under the table, his fingers clumsily lacing through hers. âYâ make me the happiest Bambi. âM so happy yâ mâ girlfriend.â he mumbled, his words slightly slurred but unmistakably earnest.
Y/Nâs cheeks flushed, her heart skipping a beat. âThatâs a lot of happy,â
âIt is isnât it?â Harry laughs.Â
Sarah stood up, grabbing her bag. âAlright, letâs get you two lovebirds home.â
Y/N helped him to his feet. He wobbled slightly, leaning heavily against her. âYouâre my favorite person ever, you know that?â he said as they made their way to the exit, his voice loud enough to draw a few amused glances from nearby tables.
âI think Iâm starting to get the idea,â Y/N replied, her tone affectionate as she wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him.
âIâm hungry,â he announced loudly. âCan we get chips? Or pizza?â
âLetâs get you home first, superstar,â Mitch said, clapping him on the back and making Harry stumble slightly into Y/N.
âYouâre my hero,â Harry murmured dramatically as they shuffled toward the car, his arm draped over her shoulder. âYou saved me, Bambi. Youâre the best.â
âYouâre going to think otherwise when you see how many embarrassing photos Sarah and Alessia probably took tonight,â Y/N quipped, her laughter blending with the othersâ as they piled into the car.
âEmbarrassing?â Harry blinked at her, his expression mock-serious. âNever. I look good in all lighting.â
Y/N shook her head, letting out a laugh as Harryâs head found her shoulder once more. âWeâll see about that in the morning,â she said, her voice fond.
Harry let out a contented sigh. âYou smell so nice,â he murmured sleepily.
Y/N giggled, smoothing her hand over his curls. âYouâre ridiculous.â
As the car pulled away from the bar, Harry mumbled something about her being âtoo good for himâ before trailing off into a soft snore. Y/N looked down at him, her heart swelling. Even in his drunken, clumsy state, he had a way of making her feel like the most important person in the world.
Once Sarah and Mitch dropped them off right at Harryâs front door, Y/N was left with the daunting task of lugging Harry to his room. He wasnât exactly helping, his body swaying dramatically as she tried to steady him.
âHarry, youâre not making this easy,â she huffed, half-laughing as he stumbled. By some miracle, she managed to guide him to the bed, where he flopped downâhalf on the mattress, half on the floor.
âMission accomplished,â she muttered under her breath, crouching down to untie his laces. But just as she reached for his shoe, he playfully kicked his foot away, his lips curling into a cheeky grin.
âCâmere, Bambi,â he murmured, his voice low and a little slurred.
Y/N stood, brushing off her knees, only to find herself being tugged down onto the bed when he grabbed her wrist. She landed on top of him with a surprised gasp, her hands braced against his chest.
âHarry!â she exclaimed softly, but he didnât say anything, just looked up at her with those green eyes, hazy but full of something she couldnât quite describe.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The world around them seemed to blur as they gazed at each other, an unspoken connection passing between them. Harry reached up, his fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The faint smell of alcohol lingered on his breath, but his touch was steady, his expression achingly tender.
âMean it,â he whispered, his voice barely audible. âYou make me the happiest.â
Y/Nâs heart twisted at the sincerity in his words, her breath catching in her throat. Her lips curved into a soft smile as she cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. âYou make me the happiest too, Harry.â
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the not-so-good parts about dating them
a/n: I am nothing if not a red flag lover
includes: midoriya, todokori, bakugo, shinsou, kirishima, kaminari, iida, hawks, aizawa
Midoriya -
Midoriya's priority list is '1. everyone' so, sometimes, it's difficult to feel special in his eyes. It's not that he doesn't see you as a top priority, he just often lets himself get caught up with other people and dealing with their problems so you don't get his undivided attention all that often. He doesn't mean to do it at all, but he has missed dates before because he was staying late at work to help his students or got stuck helping out a friend.
Bakugo -
đ€š Aside from his obvious anger issues, Bakugo often struggles to see you as a team and not just individuals. Whenever you argue, he often sees it as a 'me vs you' and not a 'us vs the problem', and he sometimes makes big decisions without talking to you first. He feels like he has to be better than you because he needs to be a provider and a protector, so he tackles issues on his own instead of talking to you and working things through as a team.
Todoroki -
Todokori has no reference to what a 'healthy' relationship looks like, and it terrifies him. All he knows is what, or who, he doesn't want to end up like, and it stops him from taking initiative in your relationship because he's scared of doing the wrong thing. He knows he's not like his father, but he still worries that he's going to end up like him anyway, as if it's fated. Because of this, things move incredibly slowly, and it can be hard to tell that he does love you since he doesn't often make moves or use words to show you. He knows he wants, and needs, to improve though, he just needs some guidance.
Kaminari -
Kaminari struggles with self-sabotage in your relationship - he convinces himself that he's not good enough for you or that he's making your life worse by being with you, and can push you away, cancel dates late minute or act like he doesn't need you. These actions never last long before he snaps out of it, and you're well aware by now of what's going on in his head when he starts acting like this, but he's always convinced he's going to fuck this up. And sometimes, he believes it so much that he does. The guilt eats away at him daily.
Kirishima -
(Absolutely nothing) Kirishima hates showing you when he's feeling down, weak, or 'unmanly'. He bottles up a lot of his negative emotions and thoughts away from you and they gnaw away at him. Its not that he feels like he can't talk to you, in fact sometimes he lets things slip because he feels so comfortable around you, but quickly tries to put a positive spin on his words so that you don't worry. It's more that he feels he shouldn't, and that you have enough things to deal with as it is. He wants to be a safe space for you, so dealing with his emotions is out of the question. He never blows up at you because things get too far though, you just wish he could rely on you more.
Iida -
For the first while in your relationship, it almost felt like you lost your friendship with Iida. The lines between being friends and being a partner were extremely defined to Iida for some time, and he felt that every interaction between the two of you had to be so formally-relationshipy - this meant things such as only spending time with you on pre-scheduled dates, affection felt like ticking boxes on what was 'meant' to come next in a relationship, or not letting you see his deeper, darker times. Things do get better after some time and conversations, but it kinda felt like the first year of your relationship didn't really count.
Shinsou -
Shinsou feels like being with you is the most selfish act someone has ever committed. Sometimes he even thinks that, somehow in a way he doesn't know, he's forcing you to be with him. He feels like you can do so much better than him, but he loves you too much to let you go (not that you would anyway). He thinks that he doesnt treat you as well as you deserve and so he goes overboard to 'make things up to you', when in reality he's the most caring, selfless person you've met. He often brings up the idea of you finding someone else, or that you can cheat on him and he'll stay if that makes you happy, and it breaks your heart every time.
Aizawa -
Aizawa feels like everyone he truly lets in, he has lost, and he is terrified that's going to happen to you. So, he tries to keep his feelings and thoughts for you as surface-level as possible. The problem is that he's terrible at doing that - he has such a big heart and he wants you in every way imaginable, which creates a lot of inner conflict for him. One minute he's telling you everything weighing on his mind and letting himself fall deeper into you, and the next he's keeping you at arms length. He's scared to admit that he relies on you or that he needs you, but he does it anyway and it tears him apart inside.
Hawks -
He lies to you more times that he would like to admit. Well, it's more that he's very good about skirting around a question or situation rather than telling you the truth. There's some things in his life, his past, or his thoughts that he feels are best not being part of your life, and so he will tell you little lies and make adjustments to the truth to fit a narrative that he prefers. He wants to protect you from any negativity or darkness that he can - he knows what going through that feels like and he does not want you to have to feel that too, but mostly, and most selfishly, he's terrified of you thinking he's a bad person because of some actions he's had to take. It can be almost impossible to tell when he's lying or telling the truth because he's extremely open and upfront with other topics.
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I love ur fics â€ïž can you do an Oscar x reader fic where she canât find Oscar in the paddock and is panicking and goes to lando for help x
i'm here but i'm lost in crowd
pairing: oscar piastri x reader note: you guys seem to really love platonic lando lol so here's another one <3 also iâm sorry i somehow misread your request to reader getting lost and not losing oscarâŠ
the united states grands prix were by far the most chaotic races of the season. normally, you didnât prioritise themâthe time-zones messed with your sleep schedule, the amount of spectators became overwhelming, and oscar had so many media duties that he barely had time for you, so why spend precious days off when you could use them on less crowded grands prix?âbut you had time off either way, so on a 20 hour flight to the other side of the world you were.
you tried to stay close to kim as you arrived at the paddock. he was the person on oscarâs team who you knew and trusted the most, and he was more than happy to let you tag along to his duties, but eventually, he had to go to a meeting, and then you had to find somewhere else to go.
at first, you decided to stay in the hospitality area, too afraid of getting lost to wander about, but it quickly started to bore you. there were no familiar faces, and you grew tired of sitting alone in a corner.
walking outside the mclaren building, you were immediately met with the rush of people walking around you. the air was full of excitement and anticipationâthe usual on a race weekendâand you couldnât help but smile. this was why you wanted to come to as many races as possible; you absolutely loved the atmosphere.
smiling, you walked through the paddock, waving to fans when they noticed you, stopping briefly to say hi to engineers and other mclaren personnel as you passed them, and before you knew it, you found yourself in a completely unfamiliar place.
you looked around, realising just how disoriented you were. the hum of the paddock, which had initially filled you with excitement, now felt like an overwhelming blur. faces passed by too quickly to register, people walking around everywhere and your heart started to race as the nagging feeling grewâwhere were you?
the crowds seemed to move faster now, making you feel even more isolated. the rush of people, the sounds of chatter and excitement, the bright texas sun bearing downâit all added to the growing panic in your chest. you tried to retrace your steps in your mind, thinking back to how you'd ended up here, but the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like youâd wandered too far. you could feel your throat tightening as you scanned the sea of unfamiliar faces. why hadnât you just stayed in the mclaren hospitality?
you reached for your phone, intending to send an SOS to someone from the team, but your pockets were empty. had you really been stupid enough to forget your phone?
as the realisation that you really were alone settled in your body, you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. you could do this. youâd been to enough races by now to find your way back, right?
but no matter how much you told yourself that, the panic only grew. what if you walked the wrong way and ended up even further from where you were supposed to be? what if you bumped into the wrong crowd and caused a scene? the paddock suddenly felt more intimidating than exciting, the noise drowning out your thoughts, leaving you frozen in place.
just as you felt yourself spiraling, a voice broke through the chaos.
âhey!â a voice called out your name. âwhat are you doing out here alone?"
you spun around so fast that you nearly stumbled, heart pounding in your chest as your eyes landed on the familiar face of lando norris. relief flooded through you so intensely that for a second, you couldnât even form words. lando was standing just a few feet away, his helmet under one arm, a slightly confused but amused look on his face. he took a step closer, raising an eyebrow as he glanced around.
âpretty far from mclaren territory, arenât you?â he teased, though his tone was light, and there was a softness in his eyes when he looked back at you.
you sighed, running a hand through your hair. âi donât even know how it happened. i was fine, just walking around, and then all of a sudden, nothing looked familiar anymore. and now i justââ you trailed off, feeling a little ridiculous for admitting how overwhelmed you were.
landoâs expression softened when he noticed the genuine worry in your eyes. âhey, itâs alright,â he said, his voice gentle now. âit happens to the best of us. this place can be a maze if youâre not paying attention. if i had a dollar for every time someone got lost in this paddock, iâd have⊠well, probably enough to buy a few extra helmets.â he smiled when you laughed at his words, glancing around, as if to get his bearings, before his eyes landed back on you. âcome on, iâll walk you back before oscar starts a search party.â
you let out a breath of relief, feeling the tension in your chest loosen just a little. âthanks, lando.â
âdonât mention it,â he replied with a wink. âbesides, itâs not every day i get to play the hero.â
you rolled your eyes shaking your head slightly, and as you continued walking through the paddock, the surroundings began to look more familiar. with landoâs easy-going presence beside you, the fear that had gripped you earlier seemed almost ridiculous now.
âyou know,â he said after a few moments of walking in companionable silence, âi think oscar might owe me for this one. saving his girlfriend from the wild paddock? thatâs gotta be worth at least a couple free dinners, right?â
you couldnât help but laugh, the sound of it surprising even yourself. âiâll make sure he knows just how heroic youâve been today.â
lando smirked, glancing sideways at you. âgood. i expect a full report.â there was a moment of silence before he continued. âhonestly, though,â lando continued, glancing at you, âif you miss someone to hang out with, you should just stick with me more often. iâll make sure you never get lost again.
âthank you, lan.â you smiled earnestly up at him.
as you neared the mclaren building, the bustling crowd became more familiar, and the sight of papaya clad engineers and personnel milling around instantly brought a sense of comfort. you exhaled, feeling the last remnants of anxiety melt away.
âhere we are,â lando announced grandly, gesturing toward the motorhome. âsafe and sound, thanks to your friendly neighborhood norris.â
you shook your head, a laugh escaping you. âi really appreciate it, lando. seriously.â
âanytime,â he replied, grinning widely. âiâll always be happy to help.â
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I heard you accepted opinions than httyd, could I ask for one? maybe a headcanoon about Hiccup x reader, maybe "how Hiccup would show love to the reader or what would happen if he was jealous", thank you for considering it.
Warnings(?): Hiccup is a lil jealous. A/n: thank you for the request <3! I hope I brought what you were asking for with the headcanons! (I feel like it's a bit short, but here you go! Notes: takes place after httyd 2 and before the plot of httyd 3.
Jealousy has a sword
First off, Hiccup wouldn't be one to get jealous that quickly, although he is protective and such, he trusts you to know that you won't do anything that'll purposefully hurt him in that way.
This doesn't mean he can ignore the pricking feelings of jealousy whenever someone or something else is taking up a lot of your time - more than usual.
He has a habit of checking on you throughout the day, even if his schedule is brimmed with chiefly duties, it's his desire to make sure you're just overall okay. So when he finds himself being more occupied throughout the day and gets the word that you're spending your time with other people, he feels somewhat guilty that he can't be that person who's giving you some attention.
Then the jealousy kicks in.
Especially if it's Eret; he trusts the guy now but he isn't dumb - almost everyone says he is extremely handsome and well-built. He knows you wouldn't do anything with him but he just doesn't like it if he's the one who's with you the most throughout your daily tasks.
"So, how was your day?" He'd ask. You hummed, embracing him into a warm hug that he initiated. "It was nice. I got to go on patrol with Astrid, help put out a couple of fires - again - and, oh, Eret helped me a bit with my sword fighting. After that I was in-"
"Wait, wait, wait. You said who helped you out?" Hiccup slightly broke out of the hug to look at you as you questioningly gazed back at him.
"Uhm, Eret?" You remained still in your spot as you watched him deeply sigh, his head turning towards the ground, allowing his hair to barely brush against your face. "Is ... something the matter..?"
Hiccup shook his head, his hair tickling your nose in the slightest, as he lifted his eyes to meet yours while he spoke hesitantly: "N-no, I just-" he sighed once again as he stared at you, fumbling over his words. As though he had given up on speaking, he gently pulled you closer, allowing your lips to meet. The kiss held an earnestness and passion that was disguised by the delicate way he handled you. He took his time pulling away from you, only doing it because of the necessary oxygen you both needed while he took in every detail on your face.
"Nothing's wrong.. I suppose.. but you do know that you can always come to me for that kind of stuff, right?" He leaned his forehead against yours, auburn hair mixing with yours at the touch.
You were flustered at his response, fighting against the temptation to stutter in your speech; "Yeah, I know... but you're more busy now and I wouldn't want to make you feel more stressed or anything-"
Hiccup was quick to interrupt you as he shut down your statement: "No. You wouldn't be doing anything bad to me if you came and asked for my help in something. I want you to do that." His answer seemed to be more urgent than he wanted, making him clear his throat from the embarrassment that began to creep upon him, "W-when you're a available, that is.." He let out a breath that looked as though he were exhaling all negative feelings away. "Y'know what, I'm making a new plan. From now on, we'll meet every day to better improve your sword techniques. Sound good?"
You were shocked, to say the least, by his answer. It took a lot of convincing to tell him that it shouldn't be every single day this happens, for the sake of his schedule and the things he has to do on certain occasions. He's the Chief now, not a teenage kid running away from his problems anymore - which made him a little bit sour when he thought about it.
In the end, after practicing your sword fighting every other day, he just went right back into doing it everyday instead. Even moreso after Snotlout had tried to spar with you. Hiccup felt more "entitled" to do that specific activity with you - for some odd reason.
(He just really likes to do this with you, especially with Inferno.)
"Hiccup, it's not like we don't see each other everyday as it is-"
"Shush. We're gonna meet everyday and work on this. It's for your benefit anyways. "
He definitely feels like it's one of the ways he can show his love for you, if not the most important one: by giving you his time.
(That's why he's so protective over being the person that helps you with your sword fighting.)
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Envy and Venom - Part 3
Heiress!Natasha Romanoff x CEO!Beefy!Fem!Reader
18+ only, read at your own risk
Summary: You are the notorious playboy who just inherited one of the biggest tech companies in the world. Your first move? Sleeping with the heiress of your rival company.
Word count: 4990
AN: Y'all are getting fed with this one. Have fun. :)
Click here for Part 2!
Thanks to @mostlymarvelsstuff for helping with some Russian translations lol.
DAY 34
âDo you have everything ready? Your presentation, your notes?â your dad asks.
âYes, yes,â you tell him for what feels like the thousandth time.Â
âThis is where the comeback starts,â your dad says, and sometimes you wish he would just claim back his title. You were sick and tired of his coaching, even if you needed it a little bit. But if Envy Industries had gotten into this mess because of you, then you were the only person who could get them out of it. âI know I canât be there in personââ
âI know, I know,â you dismiss. You were well aware of his vacation plans to the Maldives with his new girlfriend. Besides Envy, it was the only thing he wanted to talk about nowadays. But you still didnât even know her name, and were certain heâd find a new one before the end of his trip.
âTony will be there with you, right? Heâll keep you on track,â your dad continues, inching into sensitive territory now. Even though he denied it every time you confronted him, you knew he was always worried about you stepping into the CEO role because you were a woman. Hearing the doubts from the public and the competition hardly bothered you, but from your own father, it was like a punch to the face. Especially when you were not exactly proving him wrong given how things had played out since your first day.
âWho cares if Tony is there or not?â you snap, losing your patience. âHeâs not the one giving the presentation. Heâll just be standing behind the curtain, stealing all the free merch, andââ
âOkay, thatâs enough,â your dad cuts you off. âI want you to call me again tomorrow. Weâll run over your presentation againââ
âIâll think about it.â You slam the handset on the receiver, a satisfying motion that could not be accomplished with modern telephonic devices. You try not to give the upcoming presentation any more thoughtâit was already stressing you out enough. Maybe an hour in the gym would take your mind off things.Â
Your decision made, you step away from your desk to your private walk-in closet, rifling through the selection of workout clothes hanging there. All of them were custom-cut to your exact body dimensions to ensure the best fit and look. Although you were no professional athlete, you treated yourself as if you were one (and you certainly looked the part).Â
But right now, you couldnât care less what you looked like or what you were wearing as you grabbed the first set of clothes you could reach, slipping them on and grabbing your Louis Vuitton gym bag, monogrammed with your initials. You lightly jog out of your office, moving fast enough that people will think youâre in a rush and not stop you. The gym is on the tenth floor of the building, and because itâs just after lunch, most people are back at their desks. But you set your own schedule, so youâre happy to find that it isnât too crowded and you quickly get warmed up before you start lifting.
In between sets, you check your phone, a bad habit that doesnât exist when youâre with your training coach, but heâs not around to scold you, so you can do as you please. In the tracking app, Natashaâs red dot blinks in the Upper West Side of Manhattan, hardly three miles away from your current location in Envy Industries.Â
She was hanging out at Black Widow Corporation headquarters, just where you expected her to be. She had an unsurprisingly predictable schedule, splitting her time just between work and home, which you discovered was in an apartment just a few blocks down the street from yours. You wonder if she lived on her own or with her father, who was likely paying for her housing either way.Â
Natasha was not quite the self-made woman that you were. Her work was significantly more behind the scenes, which was one reason why you had never heard of her before. Alexei Shostakov was the only name you associated with Black Widow Corp. But you had done your own digging on her and her family the past few days. There was frustratingly little about Natasha and you were ready to hire a private investigator due to your lack of results.Â
All you had learned was that she had graduated magna cum laude from Virginia Tech with a degree in economics, where she also held a brief internship at the universityâs infamous Gamma Lab before it was shut down after the sudden death of its lead researcher. You assumed she had gone immediately to work for Black Widow Corp after her graduation; there was no other work history for her anywhere. No social media, no public interviews. This woman fascinated you more and more.Â
After a final set of deadlifts, you re-rack all the weights because youâre not that much of a heathen and check your phone again. Natasha is no longer at Black Widow Corp, her red dot moving steadily through 86th Street that cut through Central Park. Your heart rate jumps, and not because of your workout. You sit down on a bench to steady yourself, watching as the red dot continues through Central Park. When she turns right on Park Avenue, you know exactly where sheâs heading.
Hopefully you could intercept her first.
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âWhere are you going?âÂ
Natasha curses under her breath as she turns around to see Yelena standing in the lobby, her arms crossed over her chest like a scorned mother catching her child sneaking out of the house.
âWhat?â Natasha rounds on her sister, annoyed that sheâs been watching her like a hawk.
âThe board of directors meeting starts in seven minutes,â Yelena says, and Natasha curses under her breath because she forgot all about that.
âDad can handle it without me,â Natasha replies, eager to get the heat off of her as soon as she can.
âTheyâll be talking about CES,â Yelena reminds her, referencing the important annual show where the biggest tech companies came together in Vegas to reveal their newest inventions and products.
âYouâre not going to CES,â Natasha points out, surprised her sister even knows its proper name. Since the company was going to fall on her shoulders once their father stepped down, Natasha had spent almost the entirety of her adult life learning, training, and breathing business and technology. Yelena had been able to pursue her own hopes and dreams, starting in the private security field until she had enough experience (and enough of Dadâs money) to start her own company. She was happy and thriving, something Natasha was endlessly jealous of.
Yelena had never experienced the pressure of managing billions of dollars in and out the door. She didnât know what it was like to fight off every insecure man who couldnât bear to do a business deal with a woman. She hadnât spent hundreds of hours trying to learn coding languages and complicated mathematics and equations on her own. Yelena didnât understand what Natasha had spared her from, and Natasha was afraid she would never be grateful for it.
âYes, but youâre going to CES,â Yelena says.
âYouâre not my babysitter,â Natasha snaps, turning away and marching towards the door.Â
âYouâre going to see her again, arenât you?â
âWhat?â Natasha stops. âWho the hell are you talking about?â
âThat CEO youâre in love with.â
âExcuse me?â But Natashaâs face is flaming red as she struts over to confront her sister. âI am not in love with anyone. You know that.â
âYou seem to be spending an awful lot of time with that CEO.â
âNo, Iâm not.â
Yelena smirks. âI own a private security company, sestra. You donât think I know my own sisterâs whereabouts and who sheâs with?â
Natashaâs heart sinks, but she tries not to let it show. âWhy canât you ever just mind your own fucking business?â she growls, immediately regretting the harshness of her words when she sees her sisterâs face fall. But sheâs too proud to take it back.
âI donât think itâs safe if you keep seeing her,â Yelena says. âAnd you donât know what it could do for the companyââ
âWhy do you care about the company so much all of a sudden?â Natasha counters. âDadâs not giving it to you when he steps down.â
âI donât want it,â Yelena replies, although she looks hurt. âBut to be quite honest, I donât like what itâs turning you into.â
âWhich is what?â
âThis!â Yelena waves her arms at Natasha frantically. âItâs always âBlack Widow this, Black Widow that.â You donât have any hobbies anymore. You never eat dinner with the rest of the family. You donât go out unless itâs to see that CEOââ
Natasha interrupts her with a huff. âYou wouldnât understand, Yelena,â she says, trying a different approach and maintaining complete calm. âYou can just stay holed up in your one-windowed office to spy on people and let the real adults go out in the real world and handle real shit.â With that, she spins on her heel and storms out of the building.Â
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âWhy are you into shooting all of a sudden? Have you ever even held a gun before?â Tony asks, staring at you with a dropped jaw.
You shrug. âI need some new hobbies,â you lie.
âYouâre not going to shoot someone with it, are you?â he half-jokes, his chuckle quickly dying up when you donât laugh with him.
âNo, of course not,â you mumble unconvincingly.
âOkay, well, when do you need the gun by?â he asks.
âHow fast does Bucky work?â
Tony shrugs. âIf I call him now, he can have one to me by the end of the day.â
âOkay.â The sooner the better, because it gave you less time to back out of your plan. âThat works.â
âSo, are we going big-game hunting in Africa this summer?â Tony asks, giving you a sharp nudge before starting his car.
âMaybe, maybeâŠâ But you have a different target in mind.
The gun is surprisingly heavy, oily, and unfamiliar in your palm. Bucky had gone over the four ârulesâ of gun handling, which shocked you that he even knew:
Treat every gun like it was loaded
Donât point it at something you arenât willing to shoot.
Keep your finger off the trigger until youâre ready to shoot.
Be mindful of your target and whatâs around it.
He had given you a full box of ammo for âgood luckâ too, before jumping back into his car and driving away faster than you could read his license plate.
Currently, you sit in the darkness of your apartment, weighing the gun in your hand. Your heart is beating so hard against your ribcage you swear you can hear it.Â
You check your phone. Natashaâs just parked her car in the parking garage. It should only take her a few minutes to ride the elevator up. You hadnât even bothered to change out of your workout clothes, worried that she would arrive at your apartment before you did, but you had just barely made it on time.
Her red dot blinks in place on your screen. Sheâs in the elevator.
Your eyes flit to the front door, the gun feeling even heavier in your hand.Â
The seconds drag on.Â
You hold your breath for as long as you can between inhalations, heart pounding, ears straining for any sound of movement outside your apartment door.
Beep, beep.
A key cardâyoursâregisters at the door lock. The handle pushes down from the outside and you snap to attention.Â
Donât miss, you tell yourself.
The door parts open, almost hesitantly, like your uninvited intruder is suddenly unsure of themselves. In the darkness, you see a figure slip through the door and close it behind her. Her body shape gives her away immediately. The thick thighs in black jeans, the curve of her hips leading up to her narrow waist, the fullness of her bosom stretching out the tight shirt sheâs wearing.
When Natasha steps into the light, she freezes when she sees you sitting at the kitchen table, gun cocked in her direction.
âItâs about time you showed up,â you greet. âBuilding security didnât question you when you used my key card to get in?â
âClearly not,â Natasha says, her stance tense and wary.
âCome sit down. We should talk,â you invite, gesturing with the gun and breaking Buckyâs rule number one. Natasha stiffly walks towards you, her face an impassive shadow. Youâve never seen her genuinely scared before and it delights you that for once, you have the upper hand on her. You kick out a chair and she sits next to you.Â
âDidnât expect this, did you?â you ask. âProbably thought you could just waltz right in here and steal more of my shit?â
âY/Nââ
âShut the fuck up.â Youâre tired of listening to her excuses. You rest the gun on the table. âIs Black Widow going to CES?â
âYes,â she says. âLike we do every yearââ
âWell, thereâs going to be some changes this year,â you interrupt. âGet your phone out. Call your dad. Black Widow Corp is going to be a no-show this year.â
Natasha balks. âThatâŠThat wonât be possible.â
You pick the gun back up and point it at her, breaking rule number two. âThen make it possible.â
âYou wonât shoot me.â
âYou donât think this is real?â You point the gun at the table. Rule number three. You pull the trigger. Rule number four. The gun bucks in your hand, the blast reverberating around your apartment with enough power to rattle your teeth. Natasha flinches even though you hadnât aimed anywhere near her. âNo one can hear us,â you say with a chuckle. âI had the apartment soundproofed years ago to stop the neighbors from complaining.âÂ
She stares at the gun.
âTake your phone out now. And call your dad.â You hope you donât have to ask again.
With shaking hands, she finally obeys, placing her phone on the table. âPut it on speakerphone,â you demand. Natasha presses a few buttons and you hear the dial-up tone.
âPrivet, doch',â Alexei booms.
âEnglish,â you hiss.
âHi, Dad,â Natasha says, side-eyeing you uncertainly. âWe, uhâŠWe need to talk about CES.â
âGood, I just got out of the meeting with the boardââ
âBlack Widow canât show up this year.â
Alexeiâs surprise is palpable. âWhat, Natasha? What are you talking about?â
âWe need to call off our appearance,â she says, her voice shaking. âJust for this year. Weâll go again next year like we normally doââ
âWhatâs wrong with this year?â Alexei asks.
Natasha looks at you, her eyes begging. You shake the gun to remind her youâre serious. âIâŠuhâŠI donât think our tech is ready for the show,â she says. âYou know how disastrous it can be if we unveil something that isnât completely ready.â
âBut weâve been working on Project Transformer for months, Natasha. Itâs plenty readyââ
âNo. Dad, please.â She grits her teeth. âI was looking through the code last night with the engineers. Thereâs a bug in the programming. Itâs going to take at least a few weeks to smooth out. We canât debut right now, Dad.â
Alexei curses in Russian. âShit. The board really liked our presentation.â
âI know.â
âI wish you would have told me earlier.â
âI know,â Natasha repeats. âBut we only just discovered it this week.âÂ
There is more silence, punctuated by Russian grumblings from Alexei. âOkay, okay. Iâll make a few calls. Too bad weâll be losing out on our reservation fee too.â
âItâs a small price to pay.â Natashaâs eyes dart to you again. âSorry for all the trouble, Dad.â
âWhere are you?â Alexei asks. âWe missed you at the meeting.â
âIâm out.â
âWill you come to dinner tonight?â
âYes.â
âGood, good. Proshchay, dorogaya.â
âBye, Dad.â Alexei hangs up first.
You slowly clap your hands. âGood girl. Was that so hard?â Your chest swells with pride at your achievement. Maybe now she would have more respect for you. You know she only saw you as a piece of meat. But you were much, much more than that.
âFuck you,â Natasha spits.
âOh, are we still doing that?â You put the gun down on the table, this time facing it away from her. You part your legs slightly, inviting her between them. Natasha glares at you with emerald daggered eyes. âDonât be shy, baby,â you say, your voice deepening. âI got what I wanted today. Itâs only fair you donât leave here empty-handed too.â
Natasha shoots up and marches over to you. For a second, you think sheâs going to hit you, but instead she straddles your lap and kisses you so hard youâre sure sheâs bruised your lips. The ferocity is both frightening and arousing as she tears off your workout shirt and shorts. She palms at your left breast roughly, sinking her nails into your abs and dragging them down to your belly button. You groan into her mouth when she bites your bottom lip. Sheâs never been this aggressive with you before, but you know sheâs taking out her frustration on you.
And you absolutely love it.
âNow that Iâm done fucking with your company, you want me to fuck you until you canât walk?â you whisper, shoving your bare thigh between her legs. The friction from her jeans burns your skin, but you hardly register the pain.Â
âYouâll have to carry me out,â Natasha says, trailing her fingers down the vein on your bicep.
âDeal.â You kiss her again, slipping your muscular arms under her thighs and standing up with her. You carry her to your bed, leaving her to undress while you grab your strap from its drawer and slip it over your legs. When you turn back, sheâs shimmying off her lacy black panties and the feral urge to keep your promise overrides all your senses.Â
You pick her back up and she hooks her legs around your waist, her arms circling your neck. She presses her naked chest against yours, both of you moaning in unison when your nipples brush together. You walk with her until Natashaâs back bumps into the wall, shifting her weight off your arms to the wall. You maneuver your right hand to grab onto your strap, lining it up with Natashaâs center.Â
âAre you ready for me?â you ask, rubbing the tip of your cock over her soaking entrance. Natashaâs whines at your teasing, her fingers tangling in your hair and jerking at your roots painfully.Â
âFucking ruin me,â she begs.
You slam your hips forward, burying your entire cock in her in one move. Natasha screams, tearing her nails down your back. Your big hands grip onto her waist to hold her in place as you thrust into her tight heat, your abs flexing and tensing. Natashaâs body rolls with yours, her head falling back against the wall, exposing the perfect column of her neck to you. You lean forward to decorate it with your marks, so every time she undresses for the next week, sheâll be reminded of you.
The only item of âclothingâ she still wears is a thin silver necklace with a rectangular charm hanging from the chain. It bounces in the hollow of her throat every time you thrust into her.
âY/N, oh, Y/N,â Natasha chants, music to your ears as you keep your relentless pace. Your thighs, already spent from your gym session, are absolutely on fire now, so you need her to finish quickly before you drop her. You shift the angle of your hips, bumping the top of your cock against her clit with every stroke. Natasha squirms and moans, trying to find a rhythm with you, but sheâs so close she canât match you at all.Â
âTell me when youâre gonna cum, baby,â you pant.Â
âSoon,â she moans. âGo harder. Donât stop.â
Youâre afraid youâre going to break her with how hard youâre thrusting into her. But finally, her body tenses in your hands and you know sheâs finished all over your cock. Youâre grateful to slow your thrusts as she comes down from her high, your entire body sweaty and buzzing with adrenaline. You slip your arms under her quivering thighs and stumble back to the bed, collapsing onto it with your legs hanging off the edge, Natasha panting on top of you.Â
Youâre not sure whoâs more exhausted, you or her. You lay there unmoving, trying to catch your breath, which Natasha does before you. She sits up, slowly pulling your cock out of her and crawling up your body to kiss you messily. Her tongue slips into your mouth, but youâre too tired to return her fervor very much.Â
âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart? Am I too much for you?â she teases, cupping your chest and pinching your nipples.Â
âNo, just give me a minute,â you grumble. It was rare to meet someone with stamina like hers. And as much as you prided yourself on yours, you feel like you may have met your match with Natasha Romanoff. Your arms and chest are covered in her scratch marks, and your back still stings a little. Natasha traces the scratches gently.
âMine,â she murmurs.
âHmm?â you grunt, not sure if you heard her correctly.
She props herself up on your chest to look at you. âI can give you a minute,â she purrs, her voice becoming husky and seductive. Natasha slides down your body, resting her knees on the floor and tugging the harness of your strap down your legs. You can hardly lift your hips high enough off the bed to help her, embarrassed by how tired you are. Natasha grabs your calves to lift your feet up one at a time to remove the harness and throw it to the side. She rubs her hand across your defined abdomen, stoking the fire in your belly again.
âDonât move, baby,â she says. âIâll take care of you.â
âHuh?â You lift your head high enough to see Natashaâs head between your legs, her mouth lowering onto you. Itâs like a lightning bolt of pleasure that shoots through your core and you moan loudly in appreciation. Natasha makes eye contact with you as she slips her tongue into you, smiling as you pant and squirm.Â
âOh, God. Fuck me,â you gasp, dropping your head back on the bed. Your hands claw at the sheets as her tongue explores your walls. Natasha pushes apart your muscular thighs to make more room for her, pushing so deep into you her nose bumps against you. Your chest heaves as you struggle to breathe evenly, arching your lower back off the bed in a silent plea for more.Â
Natasha eats you out like sheâd been starving for a week, her tongue alternating between swirling around your throbbing clit and pushing through your clenching walls.
You finally find the strength to lift your right leg, twisting it sideways at the knee and hooking it around the back of Natashaâs head, pressing your calf against her scalp and dragging her closer. You reach down with your hand to tangle it in Natashaâs flaming red hair, pushing her down so she isnât tempted to pull away right when you reach the edge of release.Â
âNat,â you whine. âPlease, baby. Youâre gonna make me cum.â
Natasha hums against you, the vibrations finally causing you to lose control. Your entire body goes limp as Natasha cleans up all the slick between your legs, then climbs back up to rest on you like youâre her personal pillow.
âGimme a kiss,â you mumble and Natasha presses her lips to yours obediently. She tucks her head in the crook of your collarbone and you stroke her hair absently. âIf I fall asleep, are you gonna leave again before I wake up?â you ask, your voice sounding small.Â
âOnly if you want me to,â Natasha murmurs.Â
âI know Iâm supposed to hate you, but I donât know if I can,â you admit.
âThen donât,â Natasha says. âBecause I was thinking about it too, andâŠI think we should go public.â
âPublic? Like us beingâŠâ You canât even finish your own sentence.
âMhmm.â Natasha nods against your chest.
âYou canât be fucking serious,â you scoff.
âNo, Iâm fucking you.â
âAnd youâre done. Right?â Your eyebrows scrunch together at the dual meaning of your words. Natasha doesnât say anything. âAt the very least, you owe me fifteen-billion-dollars before we can go public about anything,â you say, referencing the amount your company lost in the last month when Black Widow Corp pulled the rug out from under your feet. Â
âDone.â Natasha searches around your bed for her phone. âWhatâs your bank account number?âÂ
âWhat are you doing? Seriously.â Youâre a little lost now.Â
âWell, our dads spent all their time fighting each other,â she says.
âNot fucking?â you joke.
âI canât confirm that,â she says with a smirk. âBut I was thinking about it. And I know Envy hasnât been doing so well latelyââ
âBecause you sabotaged our contracts and stole our ideas,â you remind her.
Again, Natasha does not confirm nor deny this fact. âBut what if instead of competing, weâŠhelped each other out?â
âLike a collaboration?â you ask. Your father had specifically warned you against any kind of âcollaborationâ work with another company. You werenât running a YouTube channel. You had a multibillion-dollar business. It was your responsibility to look out for the well-being of your company and your company only, damn philanthropic endeavors, personal favors, and relationships.
âWe can work something out,â Natasha insists.
âDid you go through all of this just to ask me that?â you ask.
âNo.â Now, Natasha looks away from you. âI mean, at first, yes. I thought you would just be a hot one-night stand. And yes, you wereââ You raise an eyebrow. ââBut youâre also a lot more than that.â Validation burns through your veins to hear this. âYouâre smart, you know the tech, and you know how to run a business. And youâre the hottest CEO in the country and the best person whoâs ever taken me to bed,â Natasha says. You think youâre going to combust at the praise. âI canât stop thinking about you. I canât stop thinking about us. And what we could accomplish together.â
It takes a few seconds to let her words process. âI donât know how this could work,â you say, the logical side of you taking over for once. âWeâre not regular people, Nat. The future of this country is literally in our hands. The public watches our every move and criticizes every decision we make. People like us need whole PR teams to manage their relationships.â
âFuck the PR teams,â Natasha says. âIf we like each other, then why canât we be together?â
It had been years since you had publicly been in a relationship with someone. After all, it was so much simpler to cycle through partners and not have to worry about commitment or any long-term decisions. But deep down, you were cripplingly lonely and terrified you wouldnât be able to find someone who would settle with you.Â
Because truth be told, your lifestyle was not for many. Most people couldnât handle the pressure you were subjected to every day. The never-ending torrents of judgment. The borderline-criminal way you were stalked by reporters and paparazzi. The unreal expectations you were held to by people youâd never even met.
But out of all the people you had ever been with, Natasha Romanoff was the one with the best chance of understanding all that. She knew what she was getting herself into, because your life would be her reality the day her father passed on the company. Of course it wouldnât hurt her to get some practice beforehand.
âI want you to be mine,â Natasha says suddenly. She reaches up to her neck, her fingers brushing the hickeys you left there, before unclipping the silver necklace. She puts it around yours, flipping the charm around so you can see that it reads âNatasha.â
âBabyâŠâ You didnât even care what your dadâs reaction to hearing the news would be. How would the public react? The consumers? The shareholders? At your level, it was unavoidable crossing the line between professional and personal interests. People would either cheer you on or vow to never use another Envy product again.
But Envy had been tanking ever since you took the helm. Maybe this was what you needed to bounce backâŠcourtesy of the same woman who ruined you in the first place. The math seemed to add upâNatasha would cancel out herself, wouldnât she?
Natasha interlaces her fingers with yours, distracting your thinking. âWe could be the most powerful couple in the tech industry. In the world,â she says. âIsnât that what you always wanted?â
âYes,â you sigh, although thatâs not really the truth. There was one thing you wanted more than power, money, and fame.
âThen donât be afraid, sweetheart.â She squeezes your fingers. âWith me, youâll have everything you want and more.â
A rush of emotions suddenly overwhelms youâfear, annoyance, love, envy, and venom. You would kick yourself in the head if you missed out on the chance to be with Natasha, but you also werenât entirely convinced this was the right move.Â
âY/N.â The way she says your voice is desperate and pleading, like she too canât be without you.
âOkay.â You make up your mind in an instant. âOkay, baby. Letâs do it.â
Natasha beams, snuggling closer to you. The two of you say nothing further, and her steady breathing quickly lulls you to sleep. Natasha holds onto you even as she feels your body relax under her. She turns her head to look at the gun you left on the table, wondering what it would feel like in her hand, to hold against your head.
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âż âż ădating seventeen
â° pairings: ot13!seventeen x fem!reader
â° genre: tooth rotting fluff
â° warnings: mentions of reader having a bad day in some, mentions of food. lemme know if you feel like thereâs any more.
â° word count: 2k + words
ౚâৠseungcheol
acts clingy. itâs usually him that initiates skinship and you wouldnât find a single photo of the two of you without him hugging, leaning on you or simple just holding you. but that doesnât mean he doesnât like it when you initiate it. in fact he enjoys it so much but does not act like that sometimes because he feels too shy. after knowing him for quite a long time, you know itâs him when he keeps a hand over your back. or he simple has an arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders when he sits beside you. the most common is him laying on top of you when he returns home after a busy schedule.
âhey sweetheart,â he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and plops down beside you. his arm eventually finding itâs way to you and pulling you in his embrace. âit was so tiring today, yâknow?â he begins his rambles all the while keeping his hand firmly wrapped around your back.
ౚâৠjeonghan
heâs gentle and patient with you. to the outside world he may look short tempered, but with you itâs like he becomes a different personality. heâs so much more softer and often encourages you to talk resulting in him being the listener. his attentiveness, soft murmurs of appreciation and kisses on your jaw as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neckâ all of it leads to the way he never loses his calm around you, as well as his effort to not to.
âhad a long day, angel?â he whispers, cupping your face and pressing his lips to your forehead for a few seconds before pulling away. he doesnât let you reply, judging the way your eyes are already dropping and without a word he helps you do your night routine and tucks you in the bed, âsleep well, okay?â he mumbles trying to keep his voice no louder than what he could hear so he doesnât end up waking you.
ౚâৠjoshua
he tends to be observant. call it his nature, but. youâll never find joshua bringing home a wrong order of your coffee or the flavour of ice cream you donât like. he likes to take note of things you love and the ones you hate. heâs been doing this ever since the two of you started dating and itâs no wonder that he has now made nearly a foot long list. another habit of his is to call you when heâs dilemma. he thinks that whatever you say is right. he feelâs it your âwoman instinctâ because when you do say something seriously, he will NEVER ignore it.
âi brought you your favourite sandwiches with some waffles! thought youâd need those,â his enthusiastic tone never fails to brighten the days and his eyesâ that trail over your face and the way he knows exactly how youâre feeling just by the lowering of your eyebrows; is all too familiar. and he'd also know when you're not feeling so good. heâll tend to caress your hair and press you close to his chest while he asks you what's wrong.
ౚâৠjun
he may not seem like it, but he loves to pester you in the public or around friends while calling you cheesy nicknames, he does cringe at himself later on. heâll be doing nothing and will still manage to think about things heâll plan to say to you when he meets you. he loves cracking jokes even though theyâre lame just to get a reaction out of you and he feels prideful when he manages to make you laugh. he thinks itâs one of the best unmatched feelings in the world.
âhey sugar,â he whistles and takes a seat beside you, a scoff escaping your lips which later turns into laughter when he tickles you hard. he stares at you in the eye for a minute or so before looking away because he still canât hold the eye contact as you still manage to make him nervous.
ౚâৠhoshi
is your number one hype boy. he never, i repeat, never fails to give you random aggressive compliments throughout the day. and on days when you feel self-conscious heâll use his pretty little brain to form words that do nothing but only encourage you. call him even at 3am, heâll pick up the calls because itâs you ( itâs giving priorities ). loves gifting you things randomly at alternate days or whenever he finds something that reminds you of him and when you ask him why, he always replies with a âthereâs never a bad day for gifts.â
âbaby how come you look so beautiful?â he says those words so casually that it makes you speechless. he says those while staring at you through the mirror. one hand on the chair you sit while the other is on your shoulder. he looks at you with so much love, he treats you with so much love that you donât think you could love anyone else like you love him.
ౚâৠwonwoo
when i say heâs protective, i mean the kind of protective that always holds on to your hand in crowded places, where he makes sure to blow on the food twice before feeding it to you or one where he simply just ties your hair when your hands are full. but that doesnât mean he doesnât know his limits. heâs the kind of boyfriend that gives you space when you need and supports your decisions. he always has your back, so thereâs no need to worry. regardless of what happened, heâll always be there for you and listen to you when you want him to.
âdid you eat?â he shakes his head in disappointment at your answer before pulling out a pan. âtry it,â he suggest a few minutes later and blows on the spoon before feeding it to, his finger immediately wiping the spill off the corner of your lips and he gives you that chuckle when you stare at him for too long. âyou shouldnât skip meals next time, okay?â he mutters as he watches you dig into the food.
ౚâৠwoozi
this man right here might be the busiest, but he always ensures that he has enough time for you especially when you need him. he would just be working on a track with you sitting on the couch behind him and talking to him, telling him about things that were troubling you and he will not hesitate to pause and turn around before listening intently.
âcome here,â he says while pulling you to his office chair and making you sit on his lap the koala style. he rocks your back while peppering your face with kisses just to cheer you up. maintains his patience around you and encourages you talk more freely with him.
ౚâৠdokyeom
the type of boyfriend to intentionally match with you while going on a date and later pretending to hate it. loves buying matching jewellery for the two of you and he feels so happy when he sees you wear something he gifted you. it makes him feel that thereâs a part of him thatâs always with you. another thing heâll do is randomly grab your hand and kiss it whenever he feels like it.
âmorning my love,â he mumbles and pulls you closer to his embrace even though he is still half-asleep. he would then caress your face with a soft smile and would insist on staying in rather than going out on the weekends. he says itâs his favourite place.
ౚâৠmingyu
feeds you with his love and handmade food, these are his two main love languages. heâd cook you breakfast in bed no matter how your day is going but in hopes that it gets happier and better because of him. mingyu is a man who loves skinship and wonât hesitate to do so in public as well. always remembers what you like or donât, and gives you all his attention when youâre talking, no matter how boring the topic is, youâll never find his eyes away from your face while you talk.
âreally?â he hums questionably while brushing your hair as you rant to him about all the incidents that happened. his touch is soft like a feather yet knowing itâs him it's enough to make you feel at ease.
ౚâৠminghao
i feel like with hao the two of you have intimate moments quite often. be it randomly taking walks at night or sharing a tub of ice cream, the two of you never fail to stay on your own anr often end up inviting the other one over. your favourite dates are watching movies with him all night long in your bed and just having a good laugh or cry depending on the genre. hao is a person who would trust his partner wholeheartedly. so he isnât afraid to show you his vulnerable side and that he does like being babied.
âi like this ice cream,â he hums in delight while sending you a grin, making you grin back just as enthusiastically. thereâs a mischievous glint on his face as he tackles you to the couch before tickling you till your lungs burst out of immense joy.
ౚâৠseungkwan
while seungkwan does like to joke around pretty often and imitate you frequently ( almost every other hour ) he is a supportive partner. he wonât hesitate to listen carefully and give his opinions and provide suggestions. when in doubt, seungkwan is always there for you. at times it might be hard to talk to him because the topic might be sensitive to you, but seungkwan knows you well. heâll give you time or just give you a hug and stay like that as you talk. itâs nothing in this world that heâd want other than you being comfortable with talking out your problems with him
âiâm sorry, did you have a bad day?â he mutters as he watches you stomp your way to the couch. wordlessly, he follows you before sitting beside you and just takes your hand in his. âdo you want to talk about it?â
ౚâৠvernon
vernon is a guy of few words. or so you thought. once you get to know him well you canât help but laugh at even the lamest jokes that he says. heâs like a mood setter. always improving your mood everyday. although there are times where you fail to understand each other, bur vernon makes sure to sit down and discuss everything calmly.
âwhat does a house wear?â he begins making you groan and before he could finish the joke he starts laughing, âaddress! this oneâs funny,â he wipes away that tear and itâs hard to hold in your laugh when you make eye contact. itâs like an immediate response and you canât help but smack his knee for it.
ౚâৠdino
being the youngest he always did feel like he had some kind of responsibility and itâs been the exact same in your relationship. when youâre with him, dino is extremely careful. heâll make sure to wear a jacket so he can give it to you when youâre cold. he shows his affection by giving you handmade gifts like letters, paper flowers, chocolate boxes and on days like valentinesâ be prepared for a whole bunch of boxes all for you.
âi told you to not to wear heels,â he pouts a bit as he applies bandages to your bruised up heels. when heâs done he pretends to be angry and huffs loudly but fails to do so and ends up ruffling your hair more affectionately than you expected.
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Some thoughts on the Western Energy trainwreck
Soo, I've come across that post, and... it made me thinking.
Stolas spent there the whole time, not knowing BlitzĂž *did*, in fact, send help. He assumed he was all alone, although still had some resemblance of hope, a fragile straw he hang on to piss off Striker, allowing to tear up only when one didn't look at him.
And... hell, I used to see many comments about how BlitzĂž let him down there... But did he?
Oh course, some think he did, and he surely thinks he did, too. But, although the whole sequence with him and Loona trying to get that S.H.O.T. was a fucking circus and looked like a joke compared to suffers Stolas had to endure and barely survive...
To be honest, these scenes being put together on surface do, in fact, make it think that the whole Stolas being on the verge of death ordeal is a joke to BlitzĂž and he would rather spend time running around with big needles and stuff.
If to get back to the phone convo between them at the beginning of the episode, BlitzĂž mentions that it took him 5 years to book that appointment, and it means a lot for him to not miss it. Missing out on that shot meant to put Loona in potential danger, his daughter, and, although we don't know what kind of shots they were talking about, we know for sure what does missing out on a vaccine schedule could mean in the real world - we tend to forget how dangerous polio, for instance, is, as most of us have access to the vaccine and don't get to experience it not even themselves, but in close vicinity as well. For us, vaccines might seem to be some kind of stupid routine, something we got comfortable with in a privileged world, something which surely could be skipped for a day, right? But in BlitzĂž's one they are luxury.
Despite all of that, I also want to put your attention to the fact that he wasn't going to ignore it. He is speeding up, and I think (although it's not expressed explicitly, but not everything should be, right?), that he already made up his mind that Stolas is a priority.
You are not thinking it's about shots, right? He wasn't that reckless in driving before *that* call.
And! He wasn't even the initiator of Millie and Moxxie going instead of him. *M&M's* were.
And BlitzĂž trusts them, because why not? They are his employees, they are skilled and capable, and they are his friends as well, they know that shit is important to him (although he isn't willing to admit it himself).
We see also, how Stolas was admitted to the hospital immediately, which already gives a hint on how different their stance in the world is. I wonder sometimes how it would've turned out if Stolas proposed to BlitzĂž to use the royal influence to get another appointment shortly after BlitzĂž saves him, but we know he didn't get much time to even think about that. He wasn't even able to finish the sentence before Striker took his phone off him.
To be honest, I don't think the outcome itself would have been much different. I don't think BlitzĂž would've done a better job at saving Stolas, but, maybe, only maybe, he would've felt better because he was, at least, there for him.
Because you know that shit is going to haunt him till the day he dies. Because it only reassured him that he isn't capable of sticking around for his people.
Because, you know... happened once already.
No wonder he left Stolas's message on "read". Knowing all things before and after, it's not a surprise that he, tending to take all of responsibility for all the wrongs on himself more than he should to, couldn't face the consequence of what he thinks he failed in. He, speaking figuratively, left Fizz on "read" for 15 years, and he kinda sorted it out only because he couldn't run anymore and had to face the trauma as circumstances didn't give him a chance to chicken out.
I wonder what he was trying to tell Stolas. But I don't think we will ever get to learn that.
Aw, crap, I am done here, I am going to go and cry for a little bit. Thanks for coming to my ted talk, see ya in like 5 minutes to experience some Full Moon trauma again, because I can't get over these two. XD
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Word count:Â 1,005
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Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Warnings:Â Violence, torture, regular criminal minds stuff.
Summary: The case goes wrong and Spencer's there to save you.
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The case had seemed straightforward: infiltrate a suspected trafficking ring, gather intel, and leave without raising suspicion. You were one of the FBI's finest undercover agents, and this wasnât your first high stakes assignment. But something about this one feltâŠoff. âAre you sure you want to do this?â Spencer Reid asked, leaning against your desk in the bullpen. His concern was evident, his hazel eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. You smiled, trying to lighten the tension. âIâll be fine, Spence. Itâs just another day at work.â His lips pressed into a thin line. âBe careful,â he said softly, his voice laced with something you couldnât quite place.
The plan unraveled faster than you could have imagined. Your cover was blown within hours, and before you knew it, you were blindfolded and thrown into the back of a van. The next few days were a blur of pain and terror. The room where they kept you was cold, damp, and reeked of mildew. Your captors werenât interested in negotiations or even interrogationsâthey wanted to break you. Torture was their game, and they played it well. âYou think your team will save you?â one of them sneered, leaning close. âThey donât even know where you are.â You bit back a retort, refusing to give them the satisfaction of your fear. But inside, doubt crept in. Did they know where you were? Were they even looking?
Back at the BAU, Spencer was unraveling. The team had realized something was wrong when your scheduled check-in never came. The unsubâs profile was already on the board, but without knowing your location, they were running out of time. âSheâs strong,â Emily Prentiss said, placing a hand on Spencerâs shoulder. âSheâll hold on until we get to her.â Spencer nodded, but his heart was heavy. He couldnât focus, couldnât think clearly. The thought of you in danger consumed him. It wasnât just worry. It was something deeper, something heâd been too afraid to acknowledge. But now, faced with the possibility of losing you, he couldnât ignore it any longer.
The pain was unbearable, but you clung to hope. Your team was the best, and if anyone could find you, it was them. Still, the days stretched on, each one darker than the last. One of your captors, a wiry man with a cruel smile, had taken a particular interest in you. âWhatâs it going to take, Agent?â he taunted during another grueling session. âHow much more can you handle?â You didnât answer, but the tears streaming down your face betrayed your resolve.
The breakthrough came on the fourth day. Garcia had hacked into a security feed from a remote warehouse in the middle of nowhere, and the footage showed a glimpse of you being dragged inside. âThatâs it,â Spencer said, his voice sharp. âThatâs where she is.â Hotch nodded. âWe go in tonight.â Spencer insisted on going with the extraction team, despite Hotchâs initial hesitation. âI need to be there,â he argued. âFor her.â Hotch finally relented. âStay close, and donât take unnecessary risks.â
The sound of the explosion was deafening, shaking the walls of your prison. Shouts and gunfire echoed through the building, and you barely had the strength to lift your head. You heard the unmistakable command: âFBI! Drop your weapons!â Hope flared in your chest, but your body was too weak to react. You slumped against the wall, the weight of exhaustion pulling you under. âWhere is she?â Spencerâs voice rang out, frantic and desperate. Footsteps pounded closer, and then, there he was. Spencer Reid stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, his eyes wild with worry. âSpence,â you croaked, your voice barely audible. In an instant, he was at your side, his hands gently cradling your face. âItâs okay,â he whispered, his voice trembling. âYouâre safe now.â Tears streamed down his cheeks as he untied your restraints. âIâve got you,â he repeated, as if saying it would make it true.
At the hospital, the team hovered around your room, each offering words of encouragement. But Spencer never left your side. âYou should rest,â you said weakly, your voice hoarse from days of screaming. âIâm not going anywhere,â he replied firmly, his hand clasping yours. You studied him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and the tension in his jaw. âSpence, Iâm okay.â âYouâre not,â he said, his voice breaking. âYouâre not okay. And itâs my fault.â âWhat? Noââ âI should have stopped you,â he interrupted. âI should haveââ You squeezed his hand, cutting him off. âSpencer, listen to me. This wasnât your fault. You saved me.â He looked away, his shoulders shaking. âI almost lost you,â he whispered. âBut you didnât,â you said firmly. âIâm here. Because of you.â He hesitated, then turned back to you, his eyes filled with an emotion you couldnât quite name. âThereâs something I need to tell you,â he said, his voice soft but steady.
You nodded, encouraging him to continue. âI love you,â he confessed, the words tumbling out as if heâd been holding them back for years. âIâve loved you for so long, and I was too afraid to say anything. But when I thought I might never see you againâŠâ Your breath caught, and tears filled your eyes. âSpencerâŠâ âI know this isnât the right time,â he said quickly, his words tumbling over each other. âBut I had to tell you. I couldnât keep it in anymore.â You reached for his hand, your fingers intertwining with his. âItâs the perfect time,â you said, your voice trembling with emotion. âBecause I love you too.â The relief on his face was palpable, and for the first time in days, a genuine smile broke through the tension. He leaned in slowly, his lips brushing yours in a tender, heartfelt kiss. âIâll never let anything happen to you again,â he promised, his forehead resting against yours.
And at that moment, despite everything youâd been through, you knew it was true. With Spencer by your side, you felt unbreakable.
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What about an angst to fluff where reader and Spencer arenât exactly dating but they had a date planed and Spencer cancelled cause he had a case. Reader goes to a bar with her friends and sees Spencer walking in with JJ or someone undercover but reader thinks he blew her off for another dateâŠ
So Two FBI Agents Walk Into a Bar...
Summary: Reader confronts Spencer after finding him at a bar with another woman.
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Slight angst-to-fluff
Word count: 1k
A/N: Thank you for submitting, and thank you thank you for your patience đ©”
The evening was supposed to be perfect. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the trees lining the quiet street as the setting sun cast a warm glow over the city. The air was thick with anticipation as you carefully selected your outfit for the night. You had a date planned with Spencer, the enigmatic and brilliant man youâd been getting to know over the past few months. You werenât officially dating, but the chemistry between you two was undeniable, and this was meant to be a significant step forward.
But life had a way of throwing curveballs. Just hours before your scheduled meet-up, Spencer called to cancel. Granted, you could hear the frustration and exhaustion (because when is he not working) over the phone, the pang of disappointment hitting your core was still hard to ignore. There was an urgent case that apparently demanded his attention, so he had to be there. You hated to understand the demands but simply agreed to postpone your plans and hung up with a sigh.
Instead of moping for the rest of the evening, your friends convinced you to join them at a nearby bar. They promised laughter, good company, and a distraction from the pain that often came with new men in your life. Reluctantly, you agreed and soon found yourself amidst the lively chatter of the bar, a drink clinging to your hand throughout the evening
As the sun began disappearing and evening blended into night, your friendsâ laughter became infectious, and you began to relax. You were sharing stories, trading jokes, and momentarily forgetting about the original plans with Spencer. But it was as if the universe heard you because a sudden hush fell over your table as the groupâs attention was drawn toward the entrance.
There, walking in, was Spencer. And a woman. A woman who was indeed not you. A leggy blond in a little black dress that, of course (of-fucking-course), looked fantastic on her.
Your heart sank at the sight. Spencer Reid had cancelled your date only to go out with someone else. The initial shock turned into a whirlwind of emotionsâhurt, anger, and a sense of betrayal. A full-course meal of confusing feelings right in front of you as you still couldnât believe your eyes.
Your friends, however, watched in real time as the feelings played out on your face. They exchanged knowing glances as the turmoil only set in further in front of them. And itâs before they have a chance to react that youâve stormed over to them. Your voice wavered, a mix of anger and hurt trading places as you said, âSeriously, Spencer? You cancelled on me for someone else?â You gestured toward the woman, who was now looking up at you. She had gorgeous blue eyes, and it didnât help your self-esteem in the slightest. âDoes she know you did this? I doubt it.â
Spencerâs own eyes widened at the surprise, and he jumped to his feet. The urgency and frustration (of getting caught, clearly) were just as evident on his face. âY/N, wait.â He says. âYou have it all wrong here.â
You werenât ready to listen, though. The feelings festering in your body had reached their boiling point, and you were determined to let Spencer feel the burn. âSave it! I canât believe you would do this to me. I thought we hadâŠâ Tears started welling up the moment you felt yourself on a roll, as if tonight couldnât be more embarrassing. âI thought you were different.â
Spencer took hold of your arm. His grip was firm but not forceful, pulling you into a quieter, more secluded corner of the bar (where your friends could still see you as their heads bobbed from the table like pigeons). âOkay, okay,â Spencer began, whether to you or himself; you couldnât tell. âListen, youâre just going to have to trust me on this. That woman, her name is J.J. Sheâs a co-worker. Sheâs married, happily married, and weâre working undercover on a case. I didnât blow you off for a date.â
And it was then; your anger had no choice but to waver. As his words sank in, confusion replaced the initial fury. âUndercover? A case? You mean the case is happening now?â
Spencer nodded, rapidly, like he was on a sugar high. âYes! Look!" He even messed with the collar on his cardigan, revealing the tiny microphone clipped to it. It blended in with its navy color. âI know it looks bad. I do. But I promise, thereâs nothing between me and J.J. Itâs all part of the investigation.â
You looked Spencer in the eyes; they were sad and starting to gloss. âSo, your people, the others in on the investigation... they can hear you right now?â
Spencerâs lips thinned out. âYeah.â
âHave they said anything?â
âMorganâs too busy laughing. I canât hear anything else.â
The anger began melting away, replaced by a mix of frustration and embarrassment. You looked down, the foolishness of jumping to conclusions finally catching up to you. The scene you made. âI⊠Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have assumed the worst.â
Spencer clipped the mic back into place and gave you a reassuring smile. âItâs okay. I understand why you were upset. But just know I would never intentionally hurt you like that.â
You met his gaze, the tension between you easing. âI should have trusted you.â
Spencerâs smile widened slightly as he reached out to cup your cheek. His hand is cold but soft. âSo, can we start over?â
You nodded, smiling now. âYeah, letâs start over.â
Spencer nodded. Plans were already made. Spencer was at work. Before heading back to J.J., Spencer made the gentlemanly choice to walk you back to your group of friends. Before he had a chance to introduce himself and depart gracefully for the night, he jerked down to his mic. âI heard that, Morgan. Hey, at least I have a girlfriend.â
You, however, pretended not to hear. You trust heâll say it again.
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The Meet Cute
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: 99% of the time drinking leads to nothing but bad decisions and regret in the morning. But, what about the other 1% of the time?
Word count: 1786
Prompt: 'Hugged the wrong person from behind'
AN: Hey guys this is my first submission for @jacklesversebingo 2024 Bingo card. It is my first time doing one of these and I'm super excited to see what my brain comes up with! It's a challenge for sure but I hope you guys can enjoy the ride with me.
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You winced a little at the burn of the whisky sliding down your throat. It was very much welcomed though, and so were the other two shots youâd done just before.Â
Not only was it your sister's wedding, but you were her maid of honour and wedding planner. In her defence, it was your profession, so planning and weddings were two things you did well. But the added pressure of it being your baby sister's day and wanting it to be perfect had given you little room to breathe.
Though, once the initial ceremony had ended and you made sure all the guests had arrived and settled in at the afterparty, you finally took a moment to take that breath, aided by the sweet nectar of alcohol. In hindsight, it probably wasnât your best idea to drink such a strong beverage on an empty stomach, as it wasnât long until its side effects commandeered your body, mind, and actions.Â
As you looked around at everyone enjoying themselves on the dance floor, your sister included, it brought a sense of relief and warmth knowing you made her day special. However, there was one face missing, and that was the face of your best friend, Matty. Youâd been busy up to your eyeballs all day with arrangements, making sure people arrived on time and showing them where to go; you hadnât even been able to see him yet, let alone say hello.Â
You knew his flight this morning was delayed, so he had to miss the ceremony, but he was on schedule to make the party at least. Though even your sister or family hadnât seen him. The last text he sent was to tell you that heâd landed, and that was nearing 2 hours ago. You deflated at the thought that he might miss this too. Matty was always the life of the party, ever since youâd met him your freshman year of college. Although you didnât see each other as often as youâd liked, living in different cities and leading busy lives and all, you were always guaranteed a great time when he was around.Â
However, as you finished your fourth shot, it was then you spotted someone at the other end of the bar. You had to squint a little through your gradually blurring vision, but you were certain it was him. He had his back to you, and he looked a little more built than when you last saw him, but he was already chatting away to some ridiculously handsome, tall guy you didnât recognise; who was exactly his type, and was easily someone heâd be distracted by.Â
Pushing aside the fact he hadnât come to see you first, with giddy excitement you pushed away from the bar, steadying yourself briefly as your head spun a little, but wasted little time as you wonkily made your way towards your best friend.Â
Foregoing the formalities and for the sudden need to hold onto something, you hugged him tightly from behind. He was definitely firmer than you remembered, and he smelt amazing, but Matty always did.Â
âIâm so glad youâre here.â You sighed happily as you snuggled into his back, the effects of the alcohol well and truly in control. âAnd when did you get so fit?â You exemplified your point by patting his toned stomach with a giggle.Â
âY/N? What are you doing?â Your hand paused, and your eyes snapped open at the questioning voice of your best friend. It took you a moment to realise it hadnât come from the body you were currently clung to, but from your right. Dread suddenly filled you as you slowly turned your head and were met with the amused face of your best friend.Â
With a gasp, you jumped away from the stranger, losing your footing as you did. Thankfully the stranger grasped your arm before you could go down, not that it would make this situation any less embarrassing if you had. Though what did make it worse was when you finally looked up at said stranger and saw, quite possibly, the most attractive man youâd ever seen in your life.Â
He had the most captivating pair of green eyes youâd ever seen and a smattering of freckles covering his nose and cheeks. A stubbled jawline that could cut glass, and he was staring down at you with much of the same amusement your best friend had.Â
âSo, strangers are getting touched up before me now?â Matt teased as he walked over to you, shattering the little staring contest you and green eyes had gotten into. He let go of your arm quickly and took a polite step back at Mattâs presence, and you had to force yourself to look away from him.Â
Your cheeks reddened at Mattyâs remark, and you only wished for the floor to swallow you whole. Matty slung an arm over your shoulder and hugged you to him, which you half returned in your traumatised state.Â
âIâm honestly so sorry; Iâve had a bit to drink and really thought you were him,â you jab a thumb in Mattâs direction, to which he bursts out laughing.Â
âIf you were really thinking that, then you must be drunk.â He laughs, and you canât help but join in on the absurdity of the situation along with the other two men.Â
âHonestly, donât sweat it; itâs made my night, thatâs for sure.â The handsome stranger waves you off with a chuckle, and his voice is deep and husky and does an array of things to you. âSeriously Y/N? Get yourself togetherâ.Â
You smile thankfully at him, relieved he found the funny side of it despite the crippling embarrassment you were currently feeling.Â
âSo, how do you both know the bride?â Matty speaks up, and you want to smack him so hard. You were hoping to make your escape and hide in the restroom for the rest of the night, not prolong your suffering.Â
âMy brother Sammy here works with the groom.â Green eyes pats the tall one on the back, and you note his tight-lipped smile at the obvious nickname. It makes your lips twitch in amusement.Â
âWeâre junior partners at KS Attorneyâs.â Sam adds and you nod in acknowledgment.Â
âAnd what about you?â You find yourself asking before you could even stop yourself. Green eyes looks at you, his eyes sparkling as a sly smirk lifts his noticeably plump lips. âOr did you just notice that? Focus Y/N!â
âWell, Iâm just here to crash the wedding." He grins proudly, âMeet a few of the bridesmaids.â He winks at you, and you scoff.Â
âWell, I donât mean to burst your bubble,â you pause for him to give you his name, which he supplies with a smirk. âDean,â you repeat. âBut Iâm maid of honour, and this is my sister's wedding.â You cross your arms and arch a brow. It makes his cocky attitude drop instantly, and itâs quite amusing to watch him fumble.Â
âI, you know. Iâm just kidding.â He stumbles with a nervous chuckle, and you narrow your eyes playfully at him until you feel youâve made him uncomfortable enough.Â
âDonât worry about it." You concede your teasing with a chuckle. âWeddings are supposed to be fun, right?â You shrug before waving him closer to you like youâre about to tell him a secret. He easily obliges, and you try to ignore the close proximity and the delicious scent of him again before you speak.
âJust watch out for the brunette; sheâs a little on the crazy side.â You nod your head over at Tiffany, one of the bridesmaids and he follows your direction to the dance floor. She was in your sister's circle of friends, but she was well-known for being a little clingy with men.Â
Youâd heard sheâd burnt her last boyfriend's clothes when he didnât return her calls for a few hours, convinced he was cheating on her. He wasnât. He was visiting his sick grandmother, something heâd told her the night before.
âNoted.â Dean nods seriously as you pull back and looks away thoughtfully, as if he were thinking of something important before his eyes snap to you again. âWhat about the maid of honour? Is she game?â Your heart flutters a little at the smoothness of his implication, and you canât stop your shy smile. You had to look away from him, and it was then you noticed the other two were missing. You frown and look around before you spot Matty and Sam further down the bar with a beer each. Matty catches your eye and winks at you before pointing at you and then Dean and making a vulgar gesture with his hand and mouth. You roll your eyes before you look back at Dean.
âI see weâve been ditched.â You scoff humorously and Deanâs smirk wideness.
âAnd you havenât answered my question.â He points out cooly and leans against the bartop; his stare intense, making you squirm a little. Men at this magnitude of hotness never hit on you, and if it wasnât for the alcohol still running through your veins, youâre certain you would have malfunctioned by now.Â
âShe is not.â You decide to lie and bite your lip as you too lean against the bar. Deanâs brow raises as if he were surprised by your admission, and you try not to look him in the eye too much.Â
âOh really? And whoâs the lucky guy?â You try to fight your smile, and the blush youâre certain is already staining your cheeks. Instead of answering, your eyes subtly flicker over to Matty, and Deanâs smile broadens, his eyes glimmering with mischief.Â
âYou and him?â He nods his head back in their direction, and you shrug with a confident smile, which soon falters when he leans in close to whisper in your ear. âSweetheart, if that were true, Iâd hate to be the one to tell you that your boyfriend is currently flirting up a storm with my brother.âÂ
He pulls back with a cocky smirk, and you canât contain yourself much longer. Laughter bubbles out of you uncontrollably because itâs true. You and Dean both watch as an uncomfortable Sam tries to dodge Mattyâs obvious advances with tears in your eyes.
âWe should probably go save him. Mattyâs nothing if not persistent.â You breathe out, still trying to calm yourself as you wipe gently at your under-eyes.
"Nah, Sammyâs a big boy; he can fend for himself.â Dean shrugs off with a smile. "Besides, you still have a question to answer and no more B.S.â He points at you half serious, and you canât find it in you to lie this time.Â
AN: There you go guys, my first bingo square complete. Let me know what you guys think. Also I am open to maybe expanding on this story, like a prequel and maybe another chapter... Let me know if you'd be interested to see more of this.
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Tuesdays.
You were almost asleep when your phone buzzed against your pillow, causing you to wake up in a bit of a shock. You hated falling asleep watching TVâŠbut you did it almost every night. You reached under the throw pillow to find your phone. The lock screen was too damn bright, so you squinted your eyes to read the notification.
New Message: Carmy - Are you up? I know I said I didn't but I think I need you tomorrow. Can I count on you?
You read the message a few times over. You started working at Carmen Berzatto's restaurant a few weeks ago and quickly became enamored by the chef. He was handsome and smart, you couldn't help it! Between the small compliments on your dishes and the way you seemed to always give each other little smirks... you felt something. You typed back.
Yes, I can make that happen. You caught me before I fell asleep.
The little bubble popped up to show that he was typing. You couldn't help but imagine him in his own apartment, sitting on the couch or lying in bed, texting you. You held back a smile at the thought. Your phone buzzed in your hand.
Yes what? And I need you to be on time. 9 AM.
You rolled your eyes, picturing Carmen at home and smiling at his own text. You were never late. Never. And he always made fun of you for it. He said you must sit outside the door until the exact moment you are scheduled. And of course, he expect you to say Yes, Chef.
No shit. Heard. And Yes, Chef.
You smiled at your phone, rolling over onto your back. You checked the clock. 11:52pm. Damn. It was later than you thought. Your phone buzzed again.
Good. See you tomorrow.
You didn't want to say goodnight. You and Carmy had a few nights where you would text and joke around just slightly. You wanted to initiate more. You wanted to keep talking to him. You inhaled deeply and typed a response.
Carm, I have a question for you. You can tell me to fuck off and go to sleep, but I want to ask... What do you really think of me?
Your finger hovered over the send icon for a moment. You considered deleting it, but you pressed send. You watched the bubble appear as he was typing. You kept re-reading your message as he typed, feeling embarrassed you even asked. Then, you saw his message come in.
Sometimes you can be reckless and impulsive to a fault. You have a tendency to push my buttons and get on my nerves, but I appreciate your willingness to speak your mind. Overall, Iâll keep you around.
You started typing immediately before you could even think.
I'll keep that in mind. I sometimes like getting a reaction out of you, if I'm being honest. Sometimes it is nice to know I can get under your skin. I like it. Goodnight, Bear.
*************** the next day, after work ******************
Work kicked your ass. It was a very long day and Carmy was stressed and frazzled. You didn't really have any time to have a personal chat with him, it was all work-related. The only bit of reality you two had was when you dropped a pan that had been searing chicken and you looked up at him when he yelled at you. A few minutes later, he gave you the "I'm Sorry" sign language motion, and you moved on with your day. A million things went wrong during service. You wanted to talk to him again. You pulled out your phone as you sat down on the couch.
Hey, Chef. Service was crazy today. Sorry I didn't have a better grip on things. Hope you're ok. Today was chaotic.
You started making yourself a PB&J sandwich, your usual go-to when you would rather die than cook something. You were spreading the peanut butter when your phone buzzed on the counter.
I appreciate you. Chaotic is one way to describe it. But we made it through. What are you doing?
You finished your sandwich and took a bite. You stared at his message on your screen and contemplated what to say. You held your sandwich in your mouth as you started typing. Fuck it.
Making a PB&J sandwich. Don't laugh. Itâs my comfort dinner... Maybe this is stupid and I am just tired, but I need to know. I know you look at me differently than you look at others like Tina. Do you find me attractive?
Send. You felt your stomach curl as you re-read your message. Fuckkkk. What if this ruined your chances of working for him for a long time? Ugh. You couldn't help it, you just had to know. You saw him typing and then not. Typing again, and then not. Shit. You flipped your phone over, you didnât want to watch. You flipped it back over. Of course you needed to watch. You bit your lip as you saw the text come in.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't.
Christ. You felt your stomach do a few more curls as you took in what he sent. He was still typing and you waited anxiously, your thumbs hovering over the screen.
âŠBut we have to remain professional. Can you imagine the chaos that would ensue if Richie found out? We would never hear the end of it.
You knew he was right. You smirked as you typed a response.
Oh, Nat would be so smug too. We can just keep it between us.
You walked to your bed as you waited for his response. You felt high, knowing that you and Carmy were finally acknowledging this attraction. Your phone buzzed.
That is for the best. We can keep it under wraps for now. And as long as you don't push my buttons too much.
You chuckled as you responded. For now. For now. For now.
Hm. No promises on the button situation. I like to press them.
He heart-reacted to the response, a signal that he was fading away on the couch most likely. You couldn't blame him, you were exhausted.
******** the next day, after work************
The Beef closed at 6pm on Tuesdays. It was the only day that you didn't close at 10pm. Thank God. You enjoyed being able to have a little bit of evening before you collapsed in bed. You got home and jumped in the shower. You heard your phone buzz as you washed your hair. You smiled, hoping it was Carmy. You hadn't even been apart for an hour, but you secretly hoped he missed you already. You finished washing yourself before stepping out of the shower and reaching for your phone.
Today took a lot out of me, not interested in cooking. I think I'll make a PB&J. Heard you like those. Wanna join?
You held your phone close to your chest as you felt a warmth spreading through your neck and face. This was moving faster than you thought, but you weren't mad about it.
Absolutely.
You responded. You hurried to your closet and threw on leggings, a purple sweater, and your boots. You dried your hair and threw on a bit of makeup. Carmy sent you his address along with another text.
Let's keep this low-key. I've got sweatpants on and don't plan on changing.
Carmen Berzatto in sweatpants. The thought made you blush.
*************later that night, Carmy's apartment***********
You walked up to the door and knocked three times. You were so nervous it was almost unbearable. The door swung open and you saw him. Carmen was standing at the doorway and slightly leaning on the doorframe. He had on grey sweatpants and a light blue long sleeve. His eyes were complimenting the shirt nicely. Damn, was he gorgeous. He grinned as his eyes dropped to your lips and then slowly back up to your eyes. It was a slight glance but you noticed it. âHey..." He was so quiet with his greeting you weren't sure if you imagined it. He stared at you and your eyes glanced behind him into the apartment. "Fuck, right, um...come in.â He said with a furrowed brow, his voice so low it was almost a whisper. When he wasnât screaming in the kitchen, he was a quiet guy. He stepped to the side so you were able to step in the doorway.
You smiled and slowly looked around his apartment. It was bare. Naked. Horribly white and empty. You felt Carmenâs eyes tracking you as you looked around. âItâs not much but it serves its purpose f'me.â He brought his hand to his mouth and rubbed his chin. While you took in the apartment, he helped you take off your jacket. He tossed it onto a lamp by the front door. You cleared your throat and turned to him. âHope this is okayâŠâ you motioned to your outfit.
He smiled and looked down at his own outfit. âYeah, yeah, definitely okay. When Iâm not at work, I just want toâŠum⊠to be comfortable.â He tugged on the sleeves of his shirt. You stood around somewhat awkwardly as you watched him get a drink of water for you. He noticed your awkwardness and chuckled. âSit down! You donât have to act like a guest. Make yourself comfortable, chef.â He was trying to hide his awkwardness as well.
You sat down in the kitchen on the single stool at the bar top. Carmy started pulling out the bread, peanut butter, and jelly and assembling the sandwiches for the two of you. You still felt awkward and he knew it. âYou can relax, yâknow. The atmosphere here is different than the restaurant. Iâm not gonnaâŠâ he sniffled, pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. He raised his hand to the air trying to find the rest of his sentence. âIâm not gonna uh, yell at you or anything.â You blushed hard when he said that. Of course, it filled your mind with the image of him pounding into you against the countertop and barking sexual instructions at you. You tried to stay grounded in the moment when you responded. âRight. Sorry. Those look good.â You looked at the messy sandwiches.
Carmy chuckled, his eyes glancing up at you and then back at the messy sandwiches on the bare counter. âShut the fuck up.â He tossed the sandwiches on paper plates and put one in front of you. âEat up, a Berzatto special.â He began. He leaned forward on the counter, only having the one stool forced him to stand. He had his elbows on the counter and leaned forward to you as you took a bite. âIâve, uh...gotta ask⊠smooth or crunchy?â
You chewed your bite and covered your mouth with your hand as you licked the peanut butter from your teeth. âOh, crunchy for sure.â You muttered. Carmy gently slapped the counter and brought his tattooed hand up to his curly locks and raked his fingers through. His arms looked so muscular and perfect⊠âCorrect answer! Didnât know you were a peanut butter aficionado.â You grinned. âOf course. Youâve gotta have some texture in the sandwich, or else itâs just-â âToo fuckin' mushy. Yeah, yeah.â Carmen nodded as he finished your sentence and also his sandwich with a huge bite.
Carmyâs eyes were glued to you as you finished up your sandwich. He wasnât afraid of staring, thatâs for sure. The edges of his mouth curled up slowly, he enjoyed watching you eat the food he made. Even if it was just a PB&J.
After you finished, Carmy took your paper plate and threw it away. âI, uh... Couch?â He mumbled, his arm outstretched to you as he stood on the other side of the kitchen. You wanted to grin at the way he couldn't formulate a proper question, but you didn't think you'd be able to either. You nodded, standing up. He kept his hand reached out, so you took his hand. He led you to the couch. You were obsessed with the fact that you were holding hands with Carmen. It was a ratty old couch. His setup was pretty awful. His little TV was balanced on a card table and the cords were a mess.
He flicked the television on to a random cooking show as you both sat down and then tossed the remote onto the coffee table that was covered in old bills and paperwork from The Beef. The couch was old and sunken in, not ideal for sitting apart from each other. His body immediately slid closer to you and he tossed his arm over your shoulders. âComfy?â He asked, peering down at you from the corner of his eyes. He didnât turn to face you, or else your faces wouldâve been almost touching. You felt a surge of confidence and you turned your head towards him, gently placing your chin on his shoulder and cuddling up to him. He peeked down at you with that grin once again, the sides of his mouth curling up just slightly. âVery comfy.â You answered him.
You studied Carmenâs face. He had very strong features. His eyes sunk in a way that made him look perpetually sleep deprived. His nose and jaw were both chiseled to perfection. His lips had the perfect âMâ curvature. You loved his lips, you would frequently catch yourself staring at them while he smoked cigarettes in front of you. The way the cigarette clung to his upper lip while he spoke would never fail to mesmerize you. He had a slight stubble, but not a beard. His hair was always so fucking messy and disheveled looking, but in a sexy way. Carmen didnât have to even try to look good. Your thoughts were halted by Carmy placing his hand on your knee. âYou uh... See something y'like?â He asked, referencing the way you were just completely staring at him. You felt your face flush. âSorry, Carm. I am just not used to seeing you in this type of environment. Itâs so different. Like⊠Iâm just seeing you as Carmy, not Chef Carmen Berzatto. Itâs different for me.â
âIs it, uh....Good different?â He asked, tilting his head slightly as he turned to look at you. You softly nodded. âOkay.â He whispered. He gently placed his left hand on the side of your face, turning you to completely face him. His thumb gently grazed across your soft skin on your cheek. Your breathing stopped as you looked into his eyes. His stare was almost like a begging, his eyes speaking a language without even trying.
He studied your face, his eyes lingering on your mouth for a moment before sliding his hand up slightly to cup your jaw. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip in a gentle but firm swipe. You felt yourself melting under his touch. You inhaled sharply, your eyes fixed on his face as they slowly swam around your facial features. He smiled slightly when he heard your breath catch. His other hand was still on your knee. He gently tugged on your leg, helping your body pivot towards him.
You leaned in close to his face, the tension thicker than you thought possible. He slowly and carefully touched his lips to yours. You were surprised how gentle it was, but that didnât last incredibly long. As soon as your lips touched, he pressed his tongue into your mouth. You felt how desperate he was to be close to you. The hand on your jaw moved to the nape of your neck and he kept you pulled close. He tasted like cigarettes and cologne. His grip loosened and you whimpered into the kiss, âIâve wanted to do this for so longâŠâ You felt him smile into the kiss as he replied. âMe too, but uh...stop talking now?â
He dropped his hands to your waist and gave you a playful squeeze. You continued to make out with Carmy for who knows how long. His strong arm wrapped around your waist as your body twisted on the couch. He pulled you in even closer, his other hand tangling in your hair. He nibbled your lip gently as he let go of your waist. âLie back."
You did as you were told and leaned back so you lay flat on the couch. He crawled on top of you without breaking the kiss for more than a few seconds. He placed himself between your legs as his kiss deepened. Youâve never had a kiss like this. Itâs like your brain was able to completely shut off, the natural rhythm you both shared was exactly synced up.
You arched your back slightly in efforts to draw yourself closer to him. You peeked your eyes open to see Carmenâs face, completely relaxed and soft. His eyes were closed softly, his eyelashes fluttering lightly. His usually furrowed brow was relaxed for the first time that you had seen. Carmy broke the kiss as he pushed himself up slightly. His curls fell and his upper lip was wet with saliva. âFuck me.â He whispered as he grinned.
You werenât sure if that was meant as a compliment orâŠa request? Carmen cussed a lot. Sometimes it was because something was bad, but sometimes it was because something was really good. You hoped the latter. He slid his hand underneath the hem of your sweater, his fingers grazing over your bare skin. He moved his hand up your stomach and rested it right below your breast. His mouth hovered so close to yours, but far enough that you couldnât kiss him. âYouâre wearing too much.â He whispered as his fingers danced circles on your skin.
You both sat up, Carmen ripped his long sleeve shirt over his head, tousling his hair. You pulled your sweater off and unhooked your bra before throwing them both to the floor. Carmen took a moment to admire your naked chest. âFuck, youâre uh... you're beautiful.â He mumbled. He reached behind you and laid you down again on the couch. He started placing soft kisses along your neck. His upper lip dragging along your skin between kisses. He left a trail of kisses down to your right nipple before sucking on it softly. You felt yourself melt even further into the couch.
He continued kissing lower until he passed your bellybutton and reached the waistband of your leggings. âFuck, CarmyâŠâ you whimpered as he dipped his tongue under the waistband, teasing you like crazy. You looked down and saw his nose pressed against your belly as he kissed your skin so desperately. You lifted up your lower half and he immediately grabbed your leggings and slid them down, your panties too. His hands found your upper thighs and he spread your legs slightly.
He kissed the soft skin on your inner thighs and looked up at you. The curls were tickling your skin as his eyes met your gaze. âDo you want me to go down on you?â He asked. Obviously. Duh. Please. Fuck yes. Now. You wanted to scream but all you could do was mutter âYesâŠâ between gasps. He kissed the spot right above your clit, humming as he did so. âYes what?â He asked with confidence.
This made you inhale sharply because you knew exactly what he wanted you to say. Your mouth opened slightly as you stared down at him, his eyebrows raised but his eyes focused. âYes, Chef.â You whispered. He smirked and slid down lower between your legs. He pushed your leggings completely off and grabbed your knees, placing them on his shoulders. âThat's right...â he softly praised you as his lips met your core.
Instinctually, your hands grabbed Carmen's curls. You couldn't help it. The way his tongue repeatedly stroked you was driving you insane right away. You tugged on his hair and held him as close as you could. You felt his thumbs on either side of your opening, pressed into you and holding your legs open for his face. His nose was nuzzled against your clit while he ate you out, and you had no complaints.
Two of his fingers dipped between your folds and sunk deep into you. You whined loudly, craving more of him. Usually, you were fairly self-concious about your body and any noises you would make during sex... but with Carmy, you just didn't care. The pleasure was too overwhelming. He was still his shy, awkward self... but during this, Carmen had a surge of confidence, almost like he knew how good he was. He scooted up so his face was close to yours, his fingers still working at your core. "My fingers feel fuckin' good, hm?" He whispered as his lips hovered over yours.
Your face suddenly flushed with embarrassment as you opened your eyes and saw Carmy watching your facial expressions. You reached your hands up and covered your face, but then you felt his fingers stop moving inside you. "No, no, no don't...don't uh, don't cover your face, okay? I like to watch you enjoy it." Carmy whispered, nudging your hands away with his nose. You moved your hands from your face to the sides of his neck and played with his curls. "Yeah, like that...I dunno, it's uh, it's sexy f'me to watch." He grinned and blushed, and so did you.
You felt a surge of your own confidence. "Now you lay down." You whispered and pushed against Carmy's chest. He did not struggle as he quickly leaned back and flopped backwards on the couch. He watched as with wide eyes as you stood up off the couch and found your place on top of him.
You liked the view of being on top of Carmy. His hair was messy, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips still shiny. His hands immediately found your thighs and hips. He gave them an affectionate squeeze and ran his hands up and down your thighs. He reached his hands towards your face and placed them on your cheeks and sides of your neck. "C'mere..." He whispered. You leaned down and he closed the gap between your mouths. He captured you in a deep and passionate kiss. You rocked back and forth with the kiss, creating some friction against the hardness you could feel in his sweatpants.
He broke off the kiss for a moment and held the sides of your face softly. "You're driving me crazy, y'know that?" He whispered before he went back to kissing you. His tongue was stale with cigarette smoke mixed with your own juices and he was an excellent kisser. Carmen looked down, his hands finding his waistband and tugging at his sweats. "Gotta get these off..." He started pulling them down. You realized he didn't have any boxers on, so when you began helping him pull them down, his hard erection popped out and lay against his lower midsection.
With his waistband now down at his knees, he pulled your hips back down on top of him. He groaned when he felt your wet folds against his cock, they slid up and down on him so perfectly as you shifted your weight. You wanted to tease Carmy.
You began grinding against him, letting your wet folds slide the length of him. Each time you reached his perfect pink head, you paused, wanting to drive him up the wall. You were succeeding. His cheeks flushed more with each glide against his length. His head fell back against the couch cushion as he let out a low groan, his hands desperately gripping your waist in an attempt to adjust your hips for him to enter you. That same feeling of confidence spilled out as you spoke. "Fuck, Carmy, you really want me, don't ya?"
He was growing more desperate with each moment that passed, but hearing you say that made his cock twitch. "Fuck, yeah I do, I really want ya..." he groaned as he reached up to your chest and his hands cupped both of your breasts. "Please, I..." He begged, sighing.
You lifted your hips slightly as you wrapped your hand around his length and held him vertical as you slid down on top of him. The moment his head fully entered you, you both let out a moan. Carmy's moan was desperate and whiny. He was melting. He needed you so badly. His fingers were digging into your hips as you settled back down on top of him, his length stretching you out. He lifted his hips barely to make sure all of him could be inside you. "F-fuck... feels so amazin'..." He whispered between breaths.
He couldn't tear his gaze away from you. He was so submissive for you. He watched in awe, his lips parted as you started riding him slowly. His hands were strong against your hips, but not hurting you. He was attempting to let you set the pace, but his begging grip was speaking for itself. "C'mere..." He exhaled, wanting to kiss you. You leaned forward as you kept riding him. Your mouths met in a messy, desperate kiss. His hand tangled in your hair. His voice was ragged and breathless as he whispered, "Y'feel so fuckin' good. Don't stop ridin' me."
He groaned as he felt you move faster, his cock sliding in and out of you easier. You slowed your pace as you grinned, wanting to torture him a little bit. You bit your lip as he looked at you. That desperate look was gone from Carmy's eyes though. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your waist and shot up, picking you up and stumbling over to the kitchen counter. He sat you on the countertop, his cock still inside you. He pulled your hips down until you were hanging off the edge, just perfectly so he could fuck you.
You felt your heart pounding in your chest with the sudden power swap. Carmy stared into your eyes as he thrust once, his cock going all the way inside you before sliding out.... and then he did it again. He started fucking you on his countertop. You moaned with each thrust, being completely filled up each time. Carmy was out of breath, but he whispered, "Feels so good, yea?" You nodded your head and exhaled, "Yes.... yes..." Carmy's tattooed hand grabbed your chin roughly which made your eyes shoot open. He was still fucking you at a decent pace, but he held your face still. His eyes wandered to your lips as he softly exhaled "Yes what?"
Fuck, he was so sexy like this. "Yes, Chef." You whined, throwing your head back as he picked up the pace. He loved your compliance, the way you whined your responses. His breath hitched as he felt you wrap your legs around him, pulling him in closer. He grabbed your hips, pulling you even closer to the edge of the countertop, begging the space between you two to dissolve. "Fuck." He grunted.
You felt a heat rising in your lower belly. You knew once you felt this, you weren't going to last much longer. "Carm, I'm... I'm gonna cum..." You mewled as he grunted as a response. His thrusts were irregular and needy, you knew he was close to his orgasm as well. You clawed at his neck, begging for a kiss. He leaned forward and your tongues met in an incredibly sloppy kiss. Carmy's breath was hitching and shaking as he got closer, which made you focus on yours.
You felt the wave building up, the heat growing in your belly, and you snapped your eyes open to watch Carmy start to come undone. "Oh, fuck!" He grunted as he let his orgasm loose. This caused you to teeter over the edge and plunge into the depth of your orgasm as well.
Your brain felt fuzzy. The sound of the both of you breathing heavy was filling the air. Carmy was still inside you, almost holding you in a hug as he caught his breath. He placed kisses against your neck as he took deep breaths through his nose. "Ssshit, that was good." He hissed, taking a step back and allowing his now limp cock to slide out of you. You giggled at the sight of him, all disheveled and exhausted. His eyes were wide and sunken as he rubbed his face, droplets of sweat falling from his brow.
He reached for a dish towel and wiped himself off before gingerly cleaning you up. You sat on the countertop, allowing him to wipe you clean. He took a step back and you hopped down from the counter. He grinned and looked down at the floor and started softly laughing. "What!" You gasped as you started giggling yourself. "Nothin', that was just... really fuckin' good." You loved the way he looked when he laughed, his wrinkles by his eyes and the slight crinkle of his nose.
You giggled as he brought you a blanket to cover yourself with. "Well, fuck, I didn't know if we would go all the way tonight or just dip our toes in..." He said, still chuckling as his hair fell over his forehead. "Me either." You agreed. Carmy reached his hand out and helped you walk over to his bedroom. Again, a pathetic room with no decorations, just a plain bed against a plain wall. "Sleep with me tonight? I'll set an alarm bright and early so uh, you can get home before we gotta work...and maybe we can do this every Tuesday, if y'want." His hands raked through his curls again as he blushed softly. God, he was so cute. "Sure. Yes." You smiled. Carmy's eyes shifted as he got serious again. "Yes what?"
You rolled your eyes and laid down on his bed. "Yes, CHEF." You laughed. He snickered as he laid down beside you, reaching his arm over to cuddle you. "Ok, good..." He confirmed. "Tuesdays."
#jeremy allen white#carmy berzatto#carmy x you#carmen berzatto#the bear fx#carmy the bear#carmen berzatto x you#carmy x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#the bear x reader#jaw
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Friendly Fraternization- 141 x FtM!Reader Part One
Reader joins the military due to lack of options elsewhere in life. Once enlisted, he surprises himself and those around him in his excellence in combat, particularly sniping. His work gets the attention of the 141; little does he know heâs gained more of their attention than he expected!
Coming out to the 141 wasnât a high priority for you- frankly, it was none of their business, not to mention all the red tape around queer people in the military. Laswell was out, sure, but someone of her rank has way more job security than you do. Initially, you decided the only thing those men needed to know about you was your call sign. They had no reason to know about your private life, including your sexuality, and there was no reason to make them privy to your transition. But as time went on, you faced more challenges with your team, which led to more team bonding. You found you actually quite enjoyed their company. There was a mutual friendship between you and the other men, though you still comfortably did not disclose yourself to them.
That was until one late night, in a local pub after having one too many. Naturally, the topic of sex came up.
âdidja see who one of the rookies was sneakin aroond wit lasâ night?â Soap asked with a brow waggle. Gaz sighed. âAnother bunny? Christ, those newbies.â
âYou lot were the same once, gotta release stress somehow.â Price added wisely.
âAye, but it was no lass.â Soapâs clarification met silence.
You held your breath. You never knew what to say in moments like these, where the opinions of those around you were yet clear, and the wrong move could be bad news. You took a hefty swing of your drink- they couldnât fault you for not commenting with your mouth full.
To your relief, Ghost let out a chuckle. âYou know the shit we see and do when weâre out in the field? If shaggin a lad is what helps âim relax- it could be worse.â
Gaz started, âSure, but I donât get how a guy can stick it in another guyâs ass-â
âWhatâs the difference between that and having anal with a girl? Itâs the same hole.â You blearily interjected.
âYou donât see a difference?â Ghost inquired; interest piqued.
âNaahh, not really. If someone can get me off, I donât really care how they do it or what they got goinâ on down there.â Had you not downed your drink moments before, maybe you wouldnât have said something so revealing, though soap looked as if he was considering what you said.
Gaz smirked into his drink. âGood to know,â he muttered.
The night carried on and topics hopped around, until Price was checking the clock and ushering you all to pay your checks and head out. The way back to your bed was a blur, but the familiarity of your resting place brought well-earned sleep. The next day, with your slight hangover and unfortunately busy schedule, those two sentences from last night slipped your mind. The same, however, couldnât be said about the four men who had heard it. That subtle confession found its way into the minds, and bodies, of the rest of the 141. If they seemed distracted the next day, or their stares lingered a bit longer than usual, eyes lost in some thought, you shrugged it off. You knew if they needed you, they wouldnât beat around the bush. Little did you know just how much they each needed you, and how much bush beating they would go through.
-Stay tuned for part two-
#call of duty smut#cod smut#call of duty x reader#cod x reader#cod x male reader#trans male reader#ftm reader#141 x reader
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Little helper
requests: open
Business owner Mike Schmidt x gf reader
warnings: oral (m receiving), public, almost caught, deepthroating
Walking into the familiar house that you have been in way too often you took off your shoes and walked over to your boyfriends bedroom just when you were interrupted mid thought to him quickly running in the kitchen to grab his tie.
He had placed it there to make breakfast for Abby, had forgotten about it as he was in a rush to quickly finish getting ready and still had enough time to drop Abby off at school.
Mike grabbed his tie, putting it on, âHey baby sorry I'm in a rush right now. I wish that I could hangout with you today but I have papers and a conference later, my schedule is packed.â
He quickly scurried off into his room to finish getting himself ready.
âMike, I'm going to be late, hurry up.â Abby exclaimed, getting more impatient while waiting around for him to finish.
He peeked his head out of his room and told her âa couple more minutesâ
âThat's what you said 5 minutes ago.â
âAbby pleaseâ
You walked into his bedroom and kissed him on the cheek to let him know you were there along with telling him that you could just drive Abby so that way he can finish getting ready, taking his time as well.
âReally? Thank you so much, I owe you.â
Letting Abby know that you would be taking her, you grabbed your car keys that were on the table, opening your car door for her while making sure that she had her seatbelt on.
Getting in your car then driving her.
-Time Skip-
Parking your car in their driveway and exiting your car you locked it then headed in, Mike was still panicking trying to get ready in a hurry.
You wanted to help him as you felt bad that he was in such a panic but there was nothing really you could do.
Putting on the tv you turned it to your favorite channel that they played, not even 2 minutes later Mike had walked out of his room dressed up for work holding his bag while trying to sort the papers.
âHow long will you be gone for?â
âI have no idea.â He replied hearing the sadness in his voice
You both haven't had any time to yourselves, it was him taking care of Abby (which you never minded) but along with that he was also busy with work and so were you leaving the only time for you to hang out was on the weekends.
âCan I come with you?â
He looked up from the papers, âYou would be doing nothing.â
âKnowing you, your desk and room is more than likely unorganized so I can organize it for you and I could help you out with your work.â
He let out a sigh, you knew you got your way.
You thanked him 1,000 times and grabbed his keys starting to head out the door then hopping in the passenger's seat of his car once you got there.
âMy keys?!â He says sarcastically almost like when a kid gets their candy taken away from them.
He then got in the car and placed his bag in the backseat on the drive there. You both caught up with each other of the new things that happened recently.
Arriving at his work you followed behind him to his work space, you were right he had been too busy to clean up his desk.
Papers all over his desk, some of his drawers were overflowing with papers and other things.
Gawdropped as you saw the mess you swiftly shutted your mouth as you saw that Mike was already looking at you, âIt's not that bad.â You said quietly and laughed awkwardly after.
âMhmmâ was all he said, rolling his eyes as he already saw your initial reaction.
Immediately going to the area that had the most papers in one spot you sorted them into 4 piles: Important, Not important, Unknown, and Trash.
You checked with Mike before you threw away the trashed papers in the garbage, sitting on the ground facing away from him, you got his binder and put all the important papers in there then proceeded to do that with the Not important and the Unknown papers.
1:43pm
He groaned, bringing you out of your thoughts while cleaning and turning around to see what was wrong. He faced you and said âI have my conference with my co-worker at 2.â
Searching around for the clock you noticed why he was now talking about the conference as it was in less than health and hour.
âDo I leave?â
âNo but maybe just stay behind me, so he doesn't see you because then he might think itâs okay to bring people in to help as well.â
Nodding and returning to sorting the papers, you got up from sitting on the ground and grabbed the stack of papers on his desk and placed them behind his chair so that way when his co-worker comes you have something to do and not just listen to the boring conversation.
Soon enough you both hear a knock at the door he turned to you signaling that you should go into hiding, doing so you crawled to behind his chair and sat down before sorting the papers into the piles once again.
âCome in.â He says allowing his co-worker to come in, he took the seat before Mike, minding your business you started rearranging the important papers.
Just when the rolls of Mike's chair hit you on the foot, turning around, you noticed how his co-worker was mentioning how he needed to get a paper out of the drawer which was at an angle where he would be able to see you.
You got what Mike was trying to do, slowly you crawled to near Mikes desk and you saw his co-worker stand up and go towards the drawer he was talking about,
He walked over to Mike slowly making Mike grab you by the shirt softly and pull you under his desk then scooting in so that way he wouldnât be able to see you.
Getting settled in right in front of Mike you were facing his pants when you smirked to yourself and got the idea.
Inching towards him you run your fingers along the outline of his soft dick which made him cough trying to cover up a moan as it was very unexpected.
He playfully kicked your knee as a way to tell you to quit it but ignoring him you continued to tease him he started to squirm more.
His co- worker gave him a weird look then sat back down in his seat.
As Mike continues to talk about the work with his co-worker you take this time to unzip his pants so the sound of it wonât be heard.
Pulling them down you saw a grey spot on his underwear running your finger across it he readjusted in his seat.
Pulling his underwear down his cock twitches from the coldness of the air and the lack of touch making you need him more just by seeing how desperate he was.
Giving his tip small licks his breathing became more airy and he started to talk less, the unfamiliar voice talked more.
Holding his dick just looking at it the veins looked like they were about to burst and his tip was red and very sensitive.
He was really desperate for you.
Putting the tip of his dick in your mouth you heard him gasp then his co-worker as what was wrong which he replied âoh I just stubbed my toe.
Sucking lightly but also making sure to go as far down as you can made you struggle to take his length for a bit but you got used to it the longer you did it.
Mikes hand started to play with your hair, he tried his best to make a ponytail with one of his hands but failed.
Speeding up his hips started to thrust up into your mouth, small noises of his chair were heard but his co-worker was to busy to talk to even notice.
His hand started to grip your hair harder than before, he pushed your head down all the way down to his pelvis.
Not wanting to gag loudly you slowly moved to the tip of of his length.
His breathing was multiple seconds apart, he was holding his breath in so they didnât sound weird to his co-worker.
His foot kicked your knee once again, you figured it was his way of saying that he was close.
Just then the meeting was over and his co- worker left shutting the door behind him.
He was close, you felt his dick start to twitch in your mouth.
Grabbing both sides of your head, pushing your head down all the way down his length again this time you feel his cum hit the back of your throat.
He had gotten a paper towel from his desk and placed it under your mouth telling you to spit.
You swallowed.
As you swallowed then showed him that you did by hanging your tongue out of your mouth his cock twitched.
He put his dick away not wanting to get hard again by your actions.
He kissed your cheek as he pulled you out his lap give you a hug then resting like that or the rest of his shift which ended in like 20 minutes.
Time flies when you suck off your boyfriend.
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HEAR ME OUT- DUMBIFICATION, DEGRADATION AND PRAISE WITH VOX
THOUGHTS??
I also have a headcanon request that I'll do separately in list form! This is actually a scene from a scrapped multi-chapter fic idea I had for a secretary reader. As to why it was scrapped, I didn't know how to finish it so I âšgave up! âš
Ngl this is actually only half of the scene, there's scraps of this whole extra kinky round-two thing with some casual exhibitionism, but we'll see how this does first. That being said, enjoy!
At Your Service [Vox x Secretary Reader] NSFW AS FUCK
(NSFW writing under the cut. Minors stay away <3)
It was an early morning like any other. Vox is sitting at his desk, looking over the paperwork he had from yesterday. Itâs far too early and his bougie oversized office offered little comfort as you sleepily walked in. Hearing the door open, Vox looked up and smirked as he noticed the coffee in your hand.
"Good morning." he greeted you, motioning to a chair for you to take a seat.
"Morning," you smile a bit tiredly as you enter the room. You were never much of a morning person. Once the initial adrenaline of stepping out of your house had burned out, you needed the extra caffeine boost to keep your energy going.
A yawn slipped past your lips as you sat in the chair across from his desk.
"Wimp," Vox chuckled, poking fun at your inability to start a morning as early as him. It had become a regular topic of banter that started most of your work mornings together.
"Capitalist cocksucker," you wave him off. "Not everyone can be up at the ass crack of dawn in a freshly pressed suit, Sir. A few more sips of this stuff and I'll be good to go." You say as you lift your coffee to your lips.
You hum and lick some foam off your lip as you pull out your laptop. "Any changes to today's agenda I need to know about?" you ask him.
Vox smirked, rolling his eyes as he pulled up one of the hundreds of tabs he had open on his computer. "I can tell you're still a bit tired, but if you're sure... " he paused for a moment, glancing over his schedule."Yes, actually. There has been a small change to the overall plan. We're going to be running a new campaign today, so I'll need you to be ready to assist with that."
"What would you like me to oversee?
"I want you to be over on the promotion side for this new campaign," he said as he looked up from his paperwork. "Make sure that we get maximum visibility on this. The security system may have been a spur-of-the-moment idea, but it could bring in huge fucking numbers if we pull it off. I want as many people as possible to know about it and twice as many sales as views minimum.â
You nod, take notes, and start writing an email draft to get meetings scheduled. "Do you want the visual hypnosis team to work on the campaign or the auditory team?" It was common knowledge that Vox had hypnotic abilities, but it was less common to know how it had been incorporated throughout his entire company. Inductions were slipped into nearly every advertisement, program, and product that the company made.
"Have both of the hypnosis teams work on it," he answered. "We'll have the visual team focus primarily on the advertising for the campaign, and the audial team will work on creating the sounds and audio to slip in. We want this to be a very effective campaign, so the more hypnotic technology we can put into work, the better."
You stop typing, looking up at him incredulously. âAre you sure? The last time we doubled down on inductions we had to do that whole cover story to explain why half of hell turned into braindead zombies for a week.â
âItâll be fine,â Vox waved off your concerns. âThat was years ago and weâre better at this shit now. We can always blame it on Alastor somehow if shit goes wrong.â
You nod along, "If youâre sure. I've personally been incredibly susceptible to the combination, so forgive me if I donât watch any of your programs for the next month," you say idly without thinking.
You didnât notice as Vox paused. You didnât notice the toothy grin that could have prepared you for what was to come either. "How susceptible were you previously to hypnosis?"
You nod along, not listening to his question as you finish sending the email to the hypnosis teams. Your brain catches up with you as you hit send and you freeze like a deer in the headlights. The look on your flushed face was priceless and Vox would have burst out laughing if he wasnât so invested in hearing your answer. "I, uh.." you look away from him, "I was focused and said too much out loud. You weren't supposed to hear that."
His eyes were still on you, a clear look of curiosity flashing across his expression.
"You're right, I wasn't supposed to hear that,â He grinned. âBut you said it and youâre not getting out of this that easily. You said that you are quite susceptible?"
You cringe, knowing you couldn't dodge a direct question from your boss. Even if he was an ass and an absolute man-child. "I..." you bite your lip curling in on yourself and crossing your legs as you take a sudden great interest in your laptop. "Yeah, I may have... experimented a bit."
His eyebrows raised, and he leaned slightly over to get a better look at you.
"Experiments?" he spoke softly. "What type of experiments?"
You sputter, your entire body flushing as you stammer out a panicked reply, "I, ah, um.. don't know if that would be a-appropriate to um.."
He chuckled slightly, now seeming rather amused by your reaction. "I assure you, I've heard much worse than whatever you may be worried about telling me."
"E-even so," you try to reason. "It's embarrassing. It's one thing to do it, it's another to tell your boss about it."
His eyebrows raised further. "You've done hypnotic experiments on yourself, and you're embarrassed to tell me about it?â He chuckles and rests his screen on his hand. âYeah, no. Youâre not getting out of this. What exactly did you do?"
You stare at him, before sighing and opening up a blank document. It was too mortifying to say out loud. He may have the power to squeeze the information out of you for his entertainment, but youâd be damned if you gave him the satisfaction of saying it out loud. You silently type up that you've tried being hypnotized both sober and when high and how you had done free-use edging with a group while high and hypnotized. Without a word you turn the laptop around so he can read it, your face on fire as you look anywhere but at him.
He had been expecting something a bit more tame, but now he was intrigued. It seemed that you had quite the mind on you to explore such risky topics. When he finished reading it, he raised his eyebrows even further, seemingly somewhat impressed.
"Well, I'll be damned," he commented. "That's not what I expected... What made you wanna try such things?"
"I like the feeling of it," you muttered as you turned the laptop around and promptly deleted the damning text.
His eyebrows raised a bit, intrigued. "You like the feeling of being hypnotized? You like letting someone else be in control of you?"
You pressed your lips together, blushing hard as he asked his question.
"Is that a yes then?" he inquired, his grin growing as the pixels under his mouth went dead. "You don't want to give me a straight answer, but the way you're stuttering and blushing makes it pretty clear that you do."
"S-Shut up," you bite back at his call-out as you finally look back at him.
Vox laughs as he just keeps winning the game heâd caught you in. "I think I hit the nail on the head, didn't I?"
"Y-Yes, sir." You say, cringing as you realize that sounded completely different given the topic compared to when you usually called him that during work hours.
He chuckled again, finding your response more than a bit amusing. "Well then, I take it that you have no issues with me being in complete control over you, then?"
You would combust into flames if you could. Your legs clenched together as you took in his question. You looked down at your laptop, stammering as you felt yourself quickly slipping into his grasp. "T-The campaign-"
"Yes, yes, yes," he interrupts you, seeming rather amused by this. "We'll talk about the campaign after that. I'm more interested in how much control you're willing to give up to me right here and now."
"I..." you pause, staring down at your hands clenched on top of your laptop. Were you really about to do this? Fuck it.
You look up at him and nod.
A grin appeared on his face as you nodded, even more amused now that this little bit was going exactly the way he had hoped. The two of you had flirted here and there, but never anything more than the occasional passing comment. If anything, it had just been a part of the playful and teasing game youâd be playing together for the past few months with you as his assistant.
He had no idea if you had ever truly noticed his advances or the way heâd stare at your ass in that pencil skirt you always wore during meeting days. But now he had the chance to unravel every last secret thatâd been out of reach. Vox was nothing if not an opportunist.
"Good girl," he said softly. "Are you ready for me to control you now?"
You stand, going to place your phone and laptop on a nearby table. You stop and take a shaky breath, smoothing out your pencil skirt. You turn and walk back to him, this time hesitating instead of simply sitting in the chair across from his desk.
"Yes."
He smiles at your obedience and hesitation, noting the way that you smoothed down your skirt. You had already given up quite a lot of control to him, and it seemed that it was just going to be even easier from this point on.
"Then come here," he said softly, motioning for you to do so.
Your heart was pounding hard in your chest and you felt how hot your cheeks were as you stepped forward and moved to stand before him. His attention had been on every part of you, taking in every inch of you. He didnât have to sneak in glances like before, he could just take it all in on his own time. He was enjoying the way that he seemed to be able to control you with a seemingly simple command. And to think heâd barely lifted a finger.
His eyes moved downwards as you stood in front of him, and his expression became a bit more serious than mere amusement.
"Let your skirt fall to your ankles," he instructed.
You practically shivered at the command, screaming internally at how embarrassed you felt and yet squirming at how just a short command from him was enough to send sparks through your body.
Your face flushed as you slowly undid the zipper on the side of your hip, taking a sharp breath before letting the fabric fall to the floor. You hugged yourself as you looked to the side, stepping out of your skirt and standing half-exposed in front of him.
He couldn't help but smirk as you did exactly as he commanded. Your legs were now exposed, and he noted how they were quivering slightly.
"Good girl," he smirked. "Now, let's step this up."
"But youâre still wearing too much. Letâs move on to your top next, shall we?" he suggested with a spark of playful amusement.
Oh god, was he really going to make you do this? It would have been one thing if he had been the one undressing you, but the fact he was making you do it for him like this was going to be the double death of you. You shakily undo the buttons of your blouse, trying to keep your heart rate under control as you pull it over your head and let it fall to the floor by your skirt.
You look at Vox, hoping heâd finally have some mercy and touch you himself, but he only lazily drags his gaze over your body with a hum of approval. "And finally?"
You were only left in your bra, underwear, sheer black thigh-high tights, and your heels. You felt incredibly vulnerable in his large office. Anyone could come in through the door and the windows that overlooked the city suddenly felt far more exposing than they ever had before.
You could see the spark of excitement begin to rise in him as you bit your lip and paused. Your hesitation was only making this a bit more exciting for him. He could hardly keep up the playful mask when his claws were threatening to tear into the armrest of his chair.
"Go on... " he said softly and slowly, his voice now beginning to become a bit huskier.
You took another shaky breath as you slowly reached back to unclasp your bra. You shook just knowing he was looking at you. That he was pursuing this. It made you hyper-aware in every way as you tossed the garment to the side and then finally stepped out of your underwear.
His gaze on your body was intense once more, seeming to take in every inch of you. He could not stop himself from being intrigued by your body and by just how vulnerable you were right now.
Your shaking was making it even more enticing to him. "Good girl," he said softly. You move to undo the garter and roll down your tights, when he stops you. Leave those. Theyâre perfect.â The dead pixels under his mouth might as well have been drool with the way his eyes hungrily took in the sight of the tights pressing into your skin so perfectly.Â
âAre you ready to move on to the last step?"
You take a deep breath before lowering to your knees in front of him and nodding. You'd never done anything like this with a single person, finding it so much easier in a group. His lone, laser focus on you made you feel every twitch and spark and overwhelmed you in the best of ways.
"Yes, Sir."
He looked down at you once more, this time taking in all of your body as you were now kneeling, your hands resting on his chair.
"Now..." he said quietly as he reached down in a rare moment of tenderness as he lifted your chin. "I want to ask you a very simple question, but you must answer honestly. Do you enjoy this? Do you enjoy giving up your control to me?"
The smallest moan slips past your lips without your permission. Despite your embarrassment, you answer truthfully. âYes. I love it a lot, actually.."
He smirked at the moan and the truth in your words. You were enjoying this... he could tell. You truly loved giving up your control to him. And he loved taking it.
"Good girl," he said with a soft chuckle at your veracity. "Very, very good girl. You enjoy letting me take c̶o̞m̶p̎l̶e̔t̔e̔ control of you, don't you?"
You take a deep breath, feeling your body relax a bit as you feel a bit of yourself give into him as you finally gather the nerve to look him in the eye. "Yes, Sir."
His expression seemed to shift a bit as you gave in even more. His amusement was more apparent now, as he now had you exactly where he wanted you.
"I love that you enjoy this so much," he said softly. "Does it make it more fun for you to know that you are pleasing me?"
You nod, shifting on your knees. "It does," you say earnestly. "Your approval isn't something easy to earn."
The slight shift you made was enough to cause him to smirk once more. Every time you moved, he would find something new about you that appealed to him.
"I approve of this tremendously," he grinned. "It is obvious that you enjoy giving up your control over me and letting me take control of you. It is clear that you enjoy giving me pleasure."
You let out a hot breath, your eyes darting down to between his legs as he mentioned giving him pleasure. You werenât subtle about it either. Vox chuckled, amused more now than any other time during the interactions you two have had so far. You whine, your fists clenching where they rested on top of your thighs. Your chest shifted with every movement as you waited for his instruction.
"So eager," he breathed. He reached down and tucked your hair behind your ear as he committed the view to memory. "Go on, then,â he purred. âShow me what youâre willing to do for this.â
"I'm happy to give you a demonstration," you say to him with a smirk. Vox chuckled, happy to see some of your usual sass seep into the moment. He just knew you had a bratty side to you. The duality of how eager you seemed to submit and that bit of knowledge filled him with anticipation for all the different sides of you he wanted to see.
You scoot forward and reach for the zipper of his slacks. You chuckle as his breath hitches when you slowly pull down. He moans softly as your hand only continues following a path down as you palm him slowly over his slacks. There was already a bulge formed there that made you twitch with delight.
Looking up, you see Vox watching you with wide eyes. The smirk on his face only grew larger as you slowly pulled down his slacks and boxers You could feel the heat of his gaze on you, his breath becoming more and more audible with every slow movement.
You hum with pleasure as you focus your attention on his half-hard cock in your hand. It was easier to let go and forget your insecurities when you had him in front of you like this. For as much as youâd fantasized about him, you had never dared to dream youâd find yourself in this situation with him. You lean down and use your hand to slowly pump him before you lock eyes with him and lick a trail across the underside of his cock.
âFÌ·ÌźÍuÌ·ÌÍcÌ”ÌčÌÌkÌžÌÌiÌ·ÌÍn̶ÌÌgÌ·ÌÍ hell,â Vox swore, his grip on his chair tightening. His breath got increasingly more audible, his throat hoarse from his attempts at restraining any noise he might make. Heâd been dreaming of this for far too long. He had you pegged all wrong. He always thought you were innocent. Flirty, but he couldnât truly imagine youâd have a side like this. You always seemed too pure despite your sass. How happy was he, to be proven wrong.
"Good girl," Vox huskily breathed as his fingers tangled in your hair.
You lower down to press a kiss to the head of his cock. He hissed as you sucked lightly and collected his pre-cum on your tongue. You let your tongue loll out for a moment to show him before you lower yourself and take him in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the tip of him and your fingers dig into his thighs as you bob your head shallowly. You tease him with subtle motions before you start to take his length down your throat in earnest.
Every movement you made only increased the heat of the situation exponentially and Vox found his cool demeanor quickly fading as he panted above you. âFÌ·Ì°Í uÌ”ÍÌ
cÌ”Ì ÌkÌžÌÍiÌ”ÌąÍnÌ”ÍÌ
gÌ·Ì€Ì Ì¶Ì Ìáž«Ì”Ìe̩̟̔l̶̊ÍlïżœïżœÌ©Í,â he gasped as your tongue lapped at the base of his cock. How the fuck were you doing that when he was jammed past your non-existent gag reflex?Â
You hummed around him, your eyes watering as you choked on him. He could see the mirth in your eyes and he knew youâd be teasing him with a snarky remark if you werenât too busy drooling on his dick like a goddamn champ.
Vox lets out a stuttering breath. As hot as it was, he wasnât going to let you just get away with keeping your attitude intact. Out of selfish pleasure, he let you continue your ministrations for a moment longer before his fingers tugged at your hair, bringing your attention back to him.
You let him pull you off of his member, your tongue hanging out as you catch your breath and smile dumbly at him. His expression remained very much one of satisfaction and admiration as he observed you. That dumbly, innocent smile of yours was rather endearing to him, as it went hand in hand with the way you were acting.
"You really are quite the little showstopper, arenât you?" he said quietly as he took in your porn-quality face. He idly wondered how the hell you ended up working for him and not Valentino. He was not about to complain about the unexpected victory.
You hummed happily, letting yourself go more for him. It was such a stark contrast to how tense you were when you were working. He'd never seen this side of you before and he hadn't even hypnotized you yet.
He had now realized just why you got so tense when he approached you with that offer. You enjoyed this in such a way that it was almost intoxicating, that it was almost addictive. It was a stark contrast to the version of you he knew that strived for greatness and top results at all times. You must have been so wound up from it all that you just whiplashed into the complete opposite frame of mind to release.
If you were already like this in front of him, then what would you be like after he had you completely under his control?
You nod, smirking as some drool fell to your chest from when you had your mouth on him moments ago.â What can I say?â you say teasingly. âOral fixations keep a girl eager.â
Vox grinned with the look of a hungry predator as his eyes roamed all over you. Every god damned inch.
âYou actually want this, donât you?â He chuckled. âYou want me to turn you into a brain-dead d̶ÍÍÈÌŽÌȘlÌ”ÌșÍវ̞Ì.â
"Please," you whisper as you look up at him with pleading eyes.
You could see the hunger within his eyes as you said that single fucking word. It didnât take lifting a single finger for you to desperately plead for his control. Youâd been wanting this just as bad as he had. The whole goddamned time. Vox buried his face in his hands and you looked at him with concern. You couldnât see the way he grinned or feel how his body trembled slightly. You could only gasp as your vision was filled with black and red spirals when he lowered his hands and looked at you with a wicked grin.
You sit back on your knees, your eyelids growing heavy as your mouth falls open. Your body felt like it was floating and it was enough to make you feel like you were high. The hypnotic effect of his demonic abilities was how he'd reached the powerful position of an overlord. Even if you hadn't been so susceptible, you would have been powerless under his gaze as a normal person.Â
Any hypnosis youâd experienced before took many sessions of induction. It took a bond, trust, and a lot of mental bandwidth to be so vulnerable. But Vox could just drop you at a whim. And the pull of his tide dragging you under was stronger than anything youâd ever succumbed to before.
You were blissfully unaware as Voxâs expression shifted into feral joy. Your submission. This control. It was all his for the taking. You were giving him everything heâd ever craved and he could already tell that once he properly tasted this power, heâd never want to let go. Heâd become an addict, for sure.
Your mind and body felt like they were floating. All you could see was Vox as your empty and needy self waited for his command. Your body felt almost weightless now, every sense and thought centered solely on him. His commands were all that you cared about now, his desires were now like law to you, and your body, empty as it was, only had one desire.
"I want you to do as I ask without question, do you understand?" he asked, his voice shaking with delight and raw hunger.
"Yes," you sigh, your every breath feeling heavy as youâre pulled deeper under his spell.
He had already gotten you to admit you were a submissive slut and he already got you to strip for him. All before he had even used his power on you. Now? Now, he could make you do or tell him anything he wanted. You were his.
"Good girl," he grinned. "I want you to stand up and walk over to that door over there," he said, pointing to one of the nearby doors to the room. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," you say calmly. Whereas before your embarrassment left you feeling exposed, you now felt relaxed and light. Your embarrassment and insecurities didnât exist under Voxâs control. There was only the need to satisfy him and be blessed with ecstasy in return.
You walked over to the door in nothing but your sheer thigh-high tights and heels. You place both of your hands on the door and stand with your hips out, waiting for Vox.
Vox glitched hard and admired the way that you followed these commands so easily. This was his. He found himself growing more addicted and possessive by the second. His mind was already buzzing with all the ways he could mold you to his every need and desire. Heâd never felt so in control of another person like this and it satiated a dark craving in him.
"Now, I want you to take off those tights and throw them over to me."
You bend over in front of him, fully exposed, yet carefree as you peel off your tights and hand them to him with a relaxed look on your face. Vox sparked again as he got a full view of your need for him. Once your tights were off, you handed them over to him calmly. All you could think about was pleasing him and satisfying him. Your anxiety and self-conscious tendencies were washed away.
Vox ordered you to put your hands behind your back. He grinned and tied your wrists together with one of the stockings. He snatched your underwear from the forgotten bundle of clothing by his desk and made you open your mouth for him. He stuffed them in and used the other stocking to tie around your mouth.Â
Now that you were completely bound, your mind was completely free to focus on the feelings and sensations you were experiencing. He dropped the hypnotic spell on you and you gasped into your gag as your mind cleared and he pushed you forward so your face and tits were flush against the door. You shuddered hard and let out a broken moan as his palm rubbed against your leaking cunt.
Vox grinned and leaned down to speak by your ear as he slid his fingers in. âYou have nÌ·ÍÌoÌ·ÌčÌ idea how much I canât wait to fucking dÌ·ÌČÍe̶ÌÍsÌŽÌłÌtÌžÍÌrÌ·ÍÍoÌžÍÍá»čÌžÌ ÌžÌÌyÌ·Ì°ÌÇ̔̊uÌ”ÌŹÍ.â
Your gasps and moans were muffled by the fabric in your mouth and you pushed against him as he roughly played with you. His hand slammed your head against the door and held you in place as his fingers curled and scissored inside of your sloppy heat. Tears pricked your eyes as your heart and mind raced. You were completely vulnerable to him, but now your embarrassment was rearing his head at the worst (bÌŽÌŒÌĂšÌ¶Ís̶ÍÍt̶ÌčÌœ) possible moment.Â
The chance that there could be anyone on the other side of the door had you thrashing desperately against Voxâs ministrations. Vox delighted in your internal struggle and couldnât help himself as his claws dug into the back of your hair so he could pull you back hard. âIâm going to make sure e̶ÍÍvÌ·ÌÍe̶ÍÌœrÌ¶ÌĄÌy̞̚Ío̔̀ÌnÌŽÌŠÌÌeÌŽÌ„Í Ì”ÍÍ kÌ”ÌÌnÌ·ÌÌÌÇÌ·ÌźwÌ·ÍÌ
sÌžÍÌÌ whoÌžÌ©Í Ì¶ÍÌyÌžÍÌĆÌžÌłuÌžÌÍ Ì¶ÌÌf̶ÍÌuÌ·Ì Ì
ÄÌ”Ík̶ÍÌiÌŽÌÌżnÌžÌÍgÌ·ÌšÌż ÌžÍÌ belong to,â he growled as he lifted one of your legs and slipped himself inside of you.
Your eyes rolled back and you screamed into your gag as he slipped in and out of you with ease. Heâd been so hard from the build-up of it all and you were literally dripping for him by this point. Vox growled and lost control as he picked up the pace of his actions, moving you around to different areas of the office and fucking you in as many positions as possible. He wanted you exposed. He wanted you defenseless. He wanted you marked in the blood and bruises of his ownership. He wanted to ážÌŽÌ„ĂłÌ¶Ì°mÌ”ÌŻÌiÌ·ÌÍnÌŽÍÌœa̱̔Ìt̶̀ÌÈÌžÍ you. And he would.
Neither of you could keep track of the amount of times youâd come. Your mixed desire was dripping from your cunt as heâd buried himself deep inside of you every time one of you peaked. This was all he wanted. That was all you wanted. No more thinking, no more emotions, just the sheer fucking pleasure.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as you cried from how good he made you feel. He knew how to unravel you into nothing more than a babbling mess with every clever touch and command. It was becoming too much and yet you felt like you wanted more of it. You were overwhelmed as you felt yourself quickly approaching an orgasm.
âThatâs it,â Vox growled as he fucked you against his desk. He chuckled darkly as he smacked your ass. âFucking do it, cÌŽÍÍoÌ”ÍÍmÌ·ÌÌáșœÌ”Ì.â
You threw your head back and screamed as your entire body convulsed around him. You couldn't do anything but take his relentless thrusts as he pounded you into the desk. Vox growled, nearly on the verge of cumming himself when he suddenly rips himself off of you. You let out a muffled sob as you clench around nothing.
Your entire world is suddenly filled with bright blue electricity as you feel everything shift suddenly. You almost fall, but are caught by Voxâs hands. You squint as your eyes adjust to the sudden change of lighting and Vox undoes the gag around your mouth as you realize youâre now in his surveillance room.Â
Your eyes go wide and you gasp and you see yourself on the monitors with Vox crouched over you. Every screen was showing a live feed of you from several different angles, showing how vulnerable you were in this situation. The footage of you was quite an entertaining sight for Vox as his wires came out of nowhere and threw you onto his chair.
"V-Vox,â you gasp as you look up at him with wide eyes. The overlordâs grin stretches wide as he grabs onto your shaking legs.
It was the first time you'd actually used his name.
At work, you were professional. In his office, you were playful. However now that he had you in his lair, he would mark a new side of you⊠Here, you were your true self, fully and utterly submissive. Here was his favorite.
You couldn't help but moan shamelessly as he lifted you with his cables and sat in the chair beneath you. You threw your head back with a scream as he dropped you onto his cock and turned the chair so you had an eyeful of each and every monitor with your shameful display recorded.Â
You moan as you bounce yourself on him, meeting every one of his feral thrusts. Your mind was completely gone. Every grunt and growl that slipped from his lips only fueled your need. The marks on your hips and back from where his sharp nails clawed in burned just as deliciously as the stretch of him inside you.
Pain and pleasure all in one were now filling your mind. His grunts and growls were becoming louder, as were yours. You couldn't control it. This situation was pushing you further and further toward the edge.
You leaned into him, gasping as he made you lose your mind.
"P-please." You begged.
"Beg for it," he said growled, "Beg f̞̌ÌĂłÌ¶ÌrÌŽÌ Ì Ì”Ì«ÌmÌŽÌĄÌŸĂšÌžÌŒ."
You moan low as you desperately plead with him. "Please Vox, plus fucking break me! Please please please, Sir, please I'll be good. I'll do anything, please, Sir, fucking please!"
"You'll do anything for me," he said, with a grin on his face as he saw you getting more desperate with your plea. The red recording symbol on all of the screens wasnât enough to make you see the incoming danger. You were too overwhelmed with the pleasure quaking through your body as Vox pumped into your sloppy cunt.
Your entire body shook hard as his movements suddenly stopped. A long whine of frustration and the roll of your hips made Vox grin. You were so desperate for him in the moment, you didn't notice the gravity of the position you were in.
"Fucking please donât stop, I'll do anything Vox, please," you begged as you desperately rutted against him.
"I'm going to give you exactly what you want," he grinned as he whispered in your ear. "If you do everything I say from now on, then I'll give you everything you want. Sound like a deal?"
You sob, nodding rapidly against him. "Fuck, please, yes! It's a deal, so please!"
Vox suddenly thrusts up into you hard, making you scream as the room flashes with electricity. The deal was made and the pact was sealed.
"Good girl," he said quietly and calmly, as he pet your hair.
His grin was downright sinister as he pulled your head back.
"You're mine now."
Your eyes went wide as you realized the gravity of what you had just done in the heat of the moment. "Wait, I-" you gasp as you're cut off as Vox starts to mercilessly pound into your heat.
"I heard what you said," he grins as his claws dig into your hips and draw blood. "I heard it a̞̩ÌlÌŽÍÍlÌ·ÌÌ.. And I'm going to hold you to e̻̔Ìv̶ÍÍĂ©Ì”Ír̶ÍÍyÌ·ÌłÌ word of that agreement."
If you thought Vox was rough before, it was nothing compared to how he used you now. He tossed you around like a toy and you sobbed as he broke you.
Your eyes were crossed as you screamed and took everything he had to give you. "Vox, Vox, Sir, fucking please!" You babbled, practically worshipping how he destroyed you now that he owned your soul. It was too good to care about the consequences. It was too much. All you could think of was how badly you needed him.
Your screams and moans were now all he could hear as you completely lost it. He was using everything that he could to break you and he seemed to enjoy every second of it. He was doing you dirty, but it was also exactly what you desired. All you wanted now was his approval, as he completely controlled and dominated you in body and spirit.
#vox x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox#this shit is DEPRAVED#that being said the second half i had drafted was even more feral than this#this was the WARMUP
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jealousy | rhea ripley
rhea ripley x fem!reader
summary: you and rhea arenât anything official, but youâre still jealous upon seeing her flirt with others.Â
word count: 3,838
warnings: just slight sexual implications i think?
a/n: WOW um okay hi, i havenât posted writing on this blog in YEARS but i recently got fully back into wrestling and have developed such a love for rhea ripley. so i decided to start writing again, but itâs been so long this definitely isnât my best work. hereâs to getting back into the swing of things i hope! (also i know samantha is engaged to ricochet and ofc all of it is just character work, but it made for a good plot soo)
Rhea was a flirt. That much was true long before you, and it was certainly not a secret to most. She had the charm, and of course the looks, so people were naturally drawn to her, and she loved that. Flirting, to her, was fun â harmless fun, for the most part â and typically it never went beyond cheeky comments or tantalizing gestures.
So when Rhea began flirting with you, initially you didnât think much of it and really had no reason to. She was attractive â incredibly attractive â and her voice could melt you instantly if you let it; but this was just her thing. At first, you would catch her staring at you backstage or at other company events. Then, she started making it a point to tell you how beautiful you looked each time she saw you. From there, you were texting a lot more and hanging out outside of schedule. But still, it was never anything official and they were never labeled as âdates,â which you internally hated yourself for forgetting.
Because now, you were jealous. A fiery red jealousy that had you feeling betrayed without the entitlement to do so. For some reason, you thought things seemed different between you and Rhea. She seemed more serious and attentive, even remembering small details youâd told her about things you enjoyed. You couldnât imagine she did that for just anyone she happened to flirt with.
Yet there you were last night, scrolling through Twitter and seeing endless posts about Rhea and Samantha. Rhea was being her usual flirty self, smiling, blowing kisses, and surely winking beneath those glasses, and it was obvious Samantha was enjoying it. Even worse, there were also comment threads with Cathy, and you knew it was all lighthearted, but it still made you feel some type of way.
You liked Rhea. A lot actually. Maybe thatâs why you wanted to believe she liked you too and treated you differently from the rest. Clearly, you were wrong. And you werenât going to be strung along in a game or play along with silly flirting when you genuinely hoped for more with her. Thatâs why now that she was here in front of you, you were going to be as indifferent as possible.
âHey pretty girl,â Rhea greeted, smile beaming as always. She had finally found you backstage after youâd made it a point to not respond to some of her texts. It didnât seem like she was too upset or phased by that judging by the greeting sheâd given you.
âHey,â you responded with only a half-smile of your own. That was something she definitely picked up on, because you swore youâd never seen her face fall faster.
âAre you alright?â
âHm?â you hummed, dropping your attention back to your phone. Usually, she would have your full focus, but you were making every attempt to emphasize your feigned disinterest. âIâm fine, whatâs up?âÂ
Rhea used her thumb and forefinger to grip your chin and tilt it upwards, forcing your gaze towards her rather than your phone screen. Hastily, she studied your face as if she would be able to read your thoughts merely by doing so; with her eyes looking you over so intently, you felt your face heating up quickly.Â
âYou seem off,â she finally commented, her finger tracing along your jawline from your chin before finally dropping back down to her side. You immediately missed the feeling of her touch against your skin, but that was something you would have to subdue. One thing you noticed was that Rhea seemed genuinely concerned, her eyebrows downturned and the smile she always wore - around you at least - nowhere in sight.Â
âNo, Rhea, Iâm really okay,â you shrugged.Â
âThen why are you acting like you canât wait to get away from me?âÂ
Her bluntness shouldnât have come as a shock to you, but you were still taken aback when she asked so outright. While she usually oozed confidence, that seemed to be lost now. And it almost made you think you had been right about the two of you all along. But then you remembered how content she looked in those videos with Samantha, and how easily she could flirt with someone else when you had secretly been turning down advances in hopes there would be a real chance at a relationship between you and Rhea.Â
âIâm not acting like that. I really donât care if youâre around or not,â you lied, and it was meant to sound nonchalant and unbothered but you silently cursed yourself for making it come out more aggressively.Â
âYou donât care?â she repeated incredulously, almost in disbelief of how drastically you changed. Just a few days ago, you were telling her how much you adored her smile with her head in your lap. Now, she couldnât figure out why you wanted nothing to do with her - and it was crushing her.Â
âListen, can we please talk about this later? The showâs about to start and the Judgment Day is up first, I donât want you thinking about this out there.âÂ
âAre we really gonna talk later?â Rhea questioned. âOr is that your cop out to avoid it altogether?â
And you hated her for knowing you so well, because it was partially your dread of the conversation. Still, you didnât think it was a good idea to have it right before she was slated to go speak in front of thousands of people. At this point, she was frowning, yet still staring right through you.Â
âWeâll talk,â you promised.
âI have your word? Whateverâs going on is important to me. It really is, Y/N.âÂ
The resolve of indifference you had was all but faded upon hearing how sincerely Rhea cared. You didnât want to be just another game for her, but it was proving far too difficult for you to ignore your internal feelings. And she looked too pretty standing there, worried about you and looking at you in a way that made you feel naked beneath her eyes. Not in a sexually demanding way - not in the way too many people do - but in a way where you felt like she saw your very soul.Â
âFind me after the show?â you asked. âIâll let you take me back to the hotel. Canât exactly hide from my ride.âÂ
You finally smiled wholeheartedly after making that joke, and Rhea had never been so happy to see a smile before. For a moment, she felt like everything was fine.Â
âYeah, Iâll find you, angel.â
-
From backstage, you watched as Rhea walked out with the Judgment Day and cut a promo just as good as any other, if not better. It was impossible to tell the kind of conversation you two had shortly beforehand, and for that you were grateful. You werenât sure you could remain as unphased as her, and seeing as you had a match tonight as well, you made it a point to avoid any further interactions with her during show hours. Busying yourself with your phone, Rhea still found a way to affect you when you saw her name flash across the top of your screen, indicating a text.Â
From: rhea :)Â
Good luck tonight â€ïž
Half inclined to simply leave her on delivered, you hesitantly opened it and sent back a âthanks.â Following the Judgment Dayâs segment, the rest of the show seemed to go by quickly, your own match fast approaching. While you were waiting in gorilla to make your entrance, you saw flashes of jet black hair out of the corner of your eye. A subtle glance over revealed it to be Rhea, naturally, standing there talking with Damian. Call it coincidence, or - the more likely case - call it Rheaâs tendency to be methodical with her actions. And like clockwork, her eyes met your own, leaving you no time to look away before she was grinning at you slyly. You thought perhaps her getting into character in front of the WWE Universe took away much of the previous unease and disappointment she felt during your earlier conversation. Because before, she seemed well and truly worried about the state of you, and you were sure she still was to some extent, but now her confidence had returned.Â
You had hardly any time to process it before you had to walk out, your theme hitting just as Rhea set her focus back on the man in front of her. That stupid, beautiful smile you thought to yourself. Right now, though, you needed to worry about your match against Zoey Stark, especially since you knew Rhea would be watching attentively.Â
Once the match began, you fell right back into your element. Zoey was a fierce opponent, but you had a fire beneath you and after a well-fought match on both sides, you came out victorious. You were feeling extremely proud of both yours and Zoeyâs performance and partially hoped Rhea had watched the whole thing.
(She absolutely did).Â
Returning backstage, you noticed Rhea was now nowhere in sight. Your match was towards the last hour of Raw, however, which meant you wouldnât have much time to kill before youâd have to meet up with her anyways. Thankfully, you found Liv, one of your closest friends on the roster, and knew you could spend the remaining time talking with her about anything and everything - the primary topic of discussion being you and Rhea.
âItâs just like, I think things are different with me and her,â you began, to which Liv nodded in agreement. âBut then I see how she acts with other people, and Iâm not so sure. Am I being delusional for thinking that way?âÂ
âYouâd be delusional if you thought otherwise! The girl is a flirt, sure, but she practically fawns over you at any given moment and is always asking about you,â Liv countered. All too often, sheâd be the one Rhea would come to when she wanted to find out your whereabouts, as if Liv had a constant read on you at all times. You knew that to be true, but it still wasnât total reassurance.
âYouâre right, I guess. And I kinda told her Iâd ride with her to the hotel so we could talk, sooo,â you revealed.
âI thought we were riding together?â Liv questioned, only slightly upset to be losing her driving buddy. If she had to make that sacrifice to advance things between you and Rhea, sheâd accept it wholeheartedly. Just as you opened your mouth to apologize, someone elseâs voice interrupted. A certain Australian accent.Â
âIâm sorry, did I steal Y/N away for the night?â Rhea quipped, placing her hand on the small of your back where Liv wouldnât see.Â
âActually, Iâm willingly handing her over so that you two can figure your mess out.âÂ
âWell, thank you so very much for that,â Rhea smiled, seeming genuinely appreciative. She redirected her attention from Liv to you. âTold you Iâd find ya. You ready to go?âÂ
You glanced down at your phone, not even realizing how much time had passed with you and Liv chatting. The show was nearing the end, and Rhea already had her bag by her side, meanwhile you hadnât even gotten your stuff together yet.
âI gotta go get my stuff real quick. You wanna wait here for me? Iâll be quick.â
âI can wait,â Rhea nodded, to which you took off with a promise to be no more than ten minutes. Once you were out of earshot, Liv had a few comments for the taller, raven-haired woman.
âI hope you do right by her.â
âDidnât realize Iâd done wrong,â Rhea retorted, confusedly. â...Have I done wrong?âÂ
Liv only shrugged, though she really did believe Rhea was unaware of how sheâd unintentionally hurt you. âNothing that canât be fixed, I think.âÂ
âLiv,â Rhea started, her face becoming more serious. âI really like her.âÂ
âThen make sure she knows that.âÂ
-Â
When you gathered everything and found your way back to Rhea, Liv was long gone and Rhea was leaned against the wall, her eyes shifted down and transfixed on her phone as she absentmindedly scrolled through Twitter. She looked too good even just standing there in her own world. But before you could admire her for much longer, she heard you approaching and glanced up from her phone, shoving it into her pocket immediately upon realizing it was you.
âReady now, princess?â
The nickname rolled off her tongue so easily, yet it had your cheeks heating up within seconds. You nodded, following behind as she led the way to her car. Outside, she popped the trunk for each of you to toss your bags inside, and then she made sure to open the passenger door for you as well; it was the little gestures like that that made your heart flutter and your feelings for her to grow even stronger.Â
âWell, I just wanna start by saying you were amazing tonight,â Rhea complimented once she had settled into the driverâs seat.Â
âThank you,â you giggled. âYou watched it?âÂ
âFrom start to finish, like always.â
She diverted her attention from the road towards you for a moment, taking notice of how much your face lit up after hearing that. And it wasnât like she was lying just to make you feel good, either, because she did genuinely watch you each time you stepped into the ring, and she admired you heavily.Â
âI donât believe you,â you laughed, although you only slightly meant that.Â
âIâm serious! Ask Damian or Dom, theyâll vouch,â Rhea exclaimed, pushing her hair back as she did. You werenât quite sure what to say now, because one, you were feeling quite flustered knowing this, and two, you could only ignore the real reason you were sat in her car for so long. She took note of your silence and decided to tackle the subject head-on, a brazen move from her as always. âYou donât seem like you hate my guts now, at least.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and chuckled at this.Â
âYouâre being dramatic. I never acted like I hated you.âÂ
âSlightly detested my presence?â she tried again, clearly joking at this point. While things seemed so perfect in this moment, you couldnât help but think back to everything youâd seen flooding your Twitter timeline and how silly youâd felt for being so upset by it. As much as you liked Rhea, as much as it appeared she liked you, the harmless flirting had really gotten to you and forced you to reconsider much of what you thought. You werenât even quite sure how to ask everything you wanted to ask, and you were admittedly fearful of rejection. But the only thing worse than rejection is never knowing.ïżœïżœ
âWhat do you think about me, Rhea?âÂ
She was taken aback by this, you could tell, because she opened her mouth to speak several times but didnât let any words out. To her, it was because she didnât really know how to put it into words; there were so many things she thought about you, so many ways you made her feel, but it had been a confusing thing for her to navigate, unsure of your own feelings.
âI think youâre incredible, amazing in the ring, beautiful and kind but still assertive and badass,â she answered, hoping sheâd said all the right things. Truthfully, that was only a small fraction of what she thought regarding you, but she was still holding back. Livâs words repeated in her head, and she knew if she didnât make it clear tonight, she may never get that chance again.Â
âAnd what do you think about someone like Samantha, or Cathy?âÂ
You had caught her off guard again, the randomness of your question completely perplexing her. She hadnât a clue why either of those two would be relevant, because - in her eyes - she had already basically forgotten the silly interactions theyâd had. It still hadnât pieced together in her mind that you were even the slightest bit jealous.Â
âTheyâre great,â she stated plainly. âWhy?â
It was really now or never, you felt like. You had fed her pieces of the story, now she definitely wouldnât stop until you told her everything, which undoubtedly included your own feelings. Rhea was focused primarily on the road, but she made sure to spare glances your way every so often, and each time you arrived at a red light, that focus was solely on you. She wanted to both try to read your expression and show you she was really, truly listening and wanting to hear what you had to say.
âIâd be lying if I said I wasnât jealous,â you confessed.
âJealous?â she repeated, even more confused now than before. But she noticed the way you retreated into yourself, suddenly finding more interest in your fingers. You could no longer look her in the eye, feeling nervous about the information youâd now divulged. This certainly didnât deter Rhea, though, as she placed her right hand on your thigh and traced light circles with her thumb. âWhy were you jealous?â
âI donât knowâŠit was dumb, I guess. I just saw the videos of you and Samantha, and then Cathyâs Tweets, and it made me feel like everything is just a game to you.âÂ
Her thumb movement stopped, and instead she squeezed your thigh lightly, causing you to lift your head back up to look at her. She was already looking right back, admiring how beautiful you looked with the moonlight creeping into the car and a shyness about you she wasnât used to.Â
âYouâre right, that is dumb,â she affirmed. âBecause do you think I know Samantha or Cathyâs top three favorite movies? Or their specific Starbucks order? The way they like their pizza? Do you think Iâve memorized all those things for anyone other than you?âÂ
Before you could answer, Rhea moved her fingers to your wrist and asked you to push up your sleeve, which you did. She tapped directly on a birthmark of yours without even looking.Â
âDo you think I know each of their freckles and birthmarks?âÂ
You were dumbfounded, at a loss for words with how much she really noticed about you. And that was only scratching the surface. While your flirtation had only started within the last few months, she had known you for years and had plenty of time to take notice of all these little things no one else would. Because she always had a soft spot for you, but you were in a long-term relationship for most of the time youâd known her, and she would never be one to overstep any boundaries.Â
âI just felt hurt thinking I may be falling for someone who only sees me as another person to mess around with,â you told her, taking note of how gentle her eyes were in this moment. She felt awful that she had hurt you, even unintentionally, and cursed herself for not being more aware and mindful. You werenât committed to each other, but she still felt like she had made a mistake engaging in any kind of behavior that would make her feelings for you seem misguided.Â
âY/N, I promise you how I interact with just about anyone else is entirely me in character,â she comforted. âIâm sorry for making you second guess that, but Iâve never felt realer emotions than I do with you. Itâs like I can be me, just me. And I love that you make me feel that way.â
âI love when youâre just you, Rhea.âÂ
âThen Iâll keep being just me, if I can start calling you just mine.âÂ
Rhea was undoubtedly nervous asking you so boldly, but she was so damn happy to do so. She was staring at you hopefully, looking happier than youâd seen her since her WrestleMania win. And you were just as happy, not even realizing you had gotten to the hotel and had been parked for a minute or two now. Your entire focus was on her, eyes filled with adoration while she waited for your answer.
âIâve basically been yours, I just needed you to be mine,â you beamed.Â
âIâm yours, love,â Rhea affirmed. âYou are so damn beautiful.âÂ
You wanted to instinctively look away, still feeling flustered even after the months of flirting and now technically being in a defined relationship. But Rhea knew you too well and gripped your chin before you could do so, keeping your face towards hers. Neither of you could get rid of the smiles you wore, too overwhelmed with happiness and adoration and love.Â
âCan I kiss you?â Rhea asked, eyes darting from your own to your lips. You nodded, and that was all it took for her to be all over you. Her lips melted into your own, and everything felt so right. Each time you pulled away, you were reconnected within seconds, physically unable to keep apart, both of you awaiting this moment for too long. You felt her smiling into the kiss, which in turn made you smile, and then you were two smiling, giggly messes. Finally, she pulled away for good (but not without one final peck) and laughed when she saw you pouting. She opened her door and made her way to yours hastily, scooping you out of your seat before you could even react. Then, you were pinned against the car with your legs around her waist.Â
âIâll take you to your room?â she offered, placing feathery kisses along your jaw.Â
âMy room?âÂ
She laughed at how offended you sounded. âOur room?â
âMhmm,â you confirmed. âYouâre not getting away from me now, Ripley.â
You unhooked your legs from her waist and she carefully released her hold, allowing you to plant your feet back onto the solid ground. She followed you to the back of the car, popping open the trunk; you leaned forward to reach your bag, and Rhea - sly as ever - took this opportunity to smack your ass, only light enough to be a tease. Once youâd grabbed your bag and stood straight up, she was smirking, all too aware of her actions.Â
âNow why would I want to get away from you, baby?âÂ
From then on, you both knew youâd be stuck with each other, practically inseparable and surely obnoxiously in love around all your friends - which they didnât really mind, because seeing you so happy together was more than worth it. Rhea made sure to tone down her persona a bit out of respect for you, even though you reassured her you didnât mind too much now knowing she was yours at the end of the day. Still, you couldnât deny that you were more elated to scroll through your socials and see videos of interactions between you and Rhea rather than her and anyone else; and it definitely helped that she loved letting the cameras know you were hers.
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