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heavyhitterheaux · 7 months ago

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Sorry For My Actions, All That I Projected (NSFW)

Synopsis: An argument ensues between you and your husband making you pull away from him when you were only trying to lift his spirits. You give him space just as he requested, but he was soon asking for forgiveness and thinking of the best possible way to make it up to you

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a gorgeous anon 😘💕

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The door slammed once again to your shared house with your husband, indicating his frustrations as you were sitting in the living room watching the highlights from the most recent game that he played in. This had been the running theme for what was now three weeks in a row. The lights had been turned down low as you anxiously awaited his return and you already knew that he wasn’t going to be in the best mood. You hadn't been feeling very well and told him earlier that day that you would probably watch the game from home. He nodded his head when you told him as he kissed you goodbye and went on his way.

“Babe…” You started to say once you finally spotted him in the foyer as you sat up and looked in that direction, but he immediately cut you off.

“Not now.” Joe quickly said as he threw his bag to the side of him and let out a sigh.

“I just…”

“Y/N, I can’t right now, okay? I need a minute.”

“Um, okay.” You quietly answered as you went back to looking at the television and quickly decided to change the channel so Joe didn’t have to hear people possibly questioning his abilities. As far as you were concerned, he was the best quarterback ever in the history of the NFL and didn't care what anyone else said about it.

Joe then picked his bag up off the floor before heading upstairs as you continued to sit there and think of ways that you could possibly lift his spirits. He didn't get like this often, but not having a win for three straight weeks after working your ass off in order to get to this point, there was reason for him to be upset. He had confided in you before the season started and this was one of his biggest fears.

But the game that was just played honestly wasn't his fault. He played amazing and you could tell he was frustrated by the actions of some of his teammates. The blame could be put on the defense, but it was well known that it didn't matter. Because of him being the quarterback, the blame would be put on him.

It was now reaching twelve at night and you started making your way upstairs so that you could check on Joe. You found him in your shared bedroom watching the anchors on ESPN practically picking him apart at every chance they got while very few were defending him. You simply tried to take the remote away from him, but he held onto it tighter.

“Baby, this isn’t helping. You don't need to be watching this.”

“I'm fine.”

“No you aren't. You are nowhere near fine, and that's okay. You're frustrated and pissed off and for good reason. I get that.”

“I said I was fine, now can we drop it?”

“I'm just trying to help. I see my husband is upset and I'm trying to make it better.” You told him as you attempted to brush your hand through his hair, but he moved away from you.

The gesture definitely hurt your feelings but you did your best not to let it show.

“I'm going to sleep.” He simply told you as he turned the television off and got under the comforter.

You sighed before making your way into the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your nighttime skin care routine. Most nights Joe would do it with you, but you figured that he would rather not participate tonight and that you were better off not asking him.

While washing the face mask off, a few tears couldn't help but to slip out. The start of the season had been extremely hard on him and it seemed as if nothing good so far had come out of it. You tried not to let it get to you that he was being distant, but all in all it did. You knew he had to focus and having less distractions was important and by now you honestly should be used to it.

Once you were finished and changed into your pajamas, you climbed in bed next to him and could tell that he was still awake from his breathing since it hadn't slowed and debated on whether you should say anything to him.

“Babe?” You softly said and Joe turned around to face you.

“Hmm?”

“Still proud of you.”

It was now Monday night and excitement was evident as you were making dinner and planned to tell Joe after the two of you had eaten about the little one that was now growing in your belly. You hadn't been feeling well for the past two weeks and finally got a doctor's appointment earlier that day leaving Joe at home to sulk and also go to practice which he just recently got back from. After your appointment, you had stopped at the store and got a Bengals onesie along with a tiny football since you also found out that the baby was a boy. The two of you had been trying for a while and it seemed as if when you were about to give up that it finally happened.

Joe had taken up residence at the table once you told him that dinner was ready. You could tell that he was still in a mood, but it didn’t seem as bad as it was the day before and was hoping that hearing the news would turn his bad mood around. You were trying your best to give him space, but also be supportive at the same time. You understood that he had a lot of pressure on his shoulders at the moment.

“Babe, I made your favorite. I was hoping that this would help you feel better.” You told him as you kissed his cheek and he sighed before answering you as you set the plate in front of him before walking back over to the stove to make a plate for yourself.

“Y/N, you seriously don't know how to take a hint do you?”

“What? Joseph, what are you even talking about?”

“You have been all up under me for the past twenty four hours when I want to be left the fuck alone. What is it that you aren't getting?”

Hearing this, you turned around to look at him and noticed that he pushed his plate of food in the middle of the table, indicating that he in fact did not want it.

“Are you serious right now?” You asked, looking at your husband in disbelief.

As many games as he had lost in the past and the injuries he had gone through along with the surgeries, he had never blown up at you and you were not understanding what his issue was. Yes, he was frustrated but the last thing he needed to do was take it out on his wife.

“You act like you need to be under me every waking moment of every day and follow me around like some little lost ass puppy when I lose a game. I already have a mother and don't need another one. Last time I checked, you were my wife.”

“I'm only trying to help and want for you to feel better. I understand that you’re frustrated, but this is not the way we go about things and you know that.” You told him as you were trying to do your best to even your breathing. Because it was only a matter of time before you started to yell at him. You didn't want to do that, but he honestly deserved it because of how he was speaking to you.

“Well I guess this is news to you that you're not helping. None of this is fucking helping. What would help is my wife giving me space when I ask for it.”

That was the last straw and you knew that it was necessary for you to walk away when you looked down at your watch to see that it alerted you about a high heart rate.

“Hmm, noted.” Was all you said before walking out of the kitchen and leaving Joe there with his thoughts.

Tears couldn't help but make their way down your cheeks as you walked down to where your mini library was and you angrily wiped them away. It was a gift from Joe last Valentine's day and that was your place of peace when you wanted to get away from everything. A lot of times when Joe couldn't find you, he knew that more than likely that is where you would be and would always cuddle with you while he also grabbed a book to read or he always loved when you read to him.

Curling up in the corner with your pillow, you placed your phone next to you and opened your book at the place where you left off earlier. If he wanted to be left alone, you didn't have any problem with it. But you knew for a fact that he would come crawling back sooner or later asking for forgiveness.

And you weren't sure if he deserved it.

Regret filled Joe instantly when he saw you walk away from him. He debated on if he should go after you, but he knew better. He would give you time and give you your space to cool off. He got up and began putting all the food away so that it could be eaten tomorrow because he simply didn't have an appetite.

He could admit that the last thing that he ever wanted to do was take something out on you, but he did. He knew that you were only trying to help and the blame couldn't be placed on anything except for him being an asshole who clearly didn't deserve you.

The thoughts were running through his mind as he was going through his ideas of what he could possibly do for you in order to receive your forgiveness for how he had acted, but he was coming up short.

He would simply sleep on it tonight and hoped that things would be better in the morning and that you two could talk and be able to get on the same page.

Waking up, Joe reached for you since you were never one to get up early unless absolutely necessary and instantly frowned when he noticed that you weren't next to him and probably weren't for the entire night when he saw that your side of the bed was completely untouched. He got up and immediately went on the hunt to look for you and found you in the kitchen sipping what looked like tea and reading your book.

Joe cautiously approached you before saying anything, anticipating that you were immediately going to shut him down.

“Babe, can we talk?” He quietly asked and you glanced up at him before putting your attention back onto your book.

“For what?” You replied and Joe muttered a quiet ‘fuck’ under his breath.

“I need to apologize for how I've been acting towards you. You didn't deserve that when you were only trying to be supportive and help me.” He told you as he came and sat across from you. He wanted to grab your hand, but decided against it since you were holding your book and more than likely you would pull back from him.

“I don't want to talk to you right now.”

“Okay… I get it. But um, later?” Joe wasn't surprised at all by your answer and knew that he deserved it.

“No, I'm busy.”

“With?”

You simply placed your bookmark to keep your place in your book before looking up at your husband and folding your hands as you leaned on the kitchen table.

“When that becomes your concern, I'll let you know. And I have things that I have to do. So, therefore this conversation is now over.”

“Baby….”

“No. Immediately no. You do not get to do that. You were an asshole to me and quite frankly, I don't have to put up with it. So like I said, I don't want to talk to you. Matter of fact, I don't even want to be in the same house as you so I'm leaving.” You replied as you got up from the table, put your cup in the sink and walked out of the kitchen leaving Joe sitting at the table just like you did last night.

It was now Friday afternoon and once again Joe was blowing up your phone and had been for the past three days. You had decided to stay with your best friend Jazmine for the time being to let Joe think about what he did. Besides, he did tell you that he wanted his space, so he got what he asked for. You were sitting on her bed while the two of you were watching The Nightmare Before Christmas which happened to be one of your favorite Halloween movies that Joe would watch with you every year. You could feel her eyes on you as she saw you looking down at your phone.

Husband- Baby, can we please talk? I told you that I was sorry. I understand why you're mad but it's been three days since you've been home.

You- You pissed me off so much so don't be surprised if you don't see me until the playoffs and even then you’d be lucky if that even happens. You asked for space, so that's what I'm giving you. Get off my phone Joseph.

Husband- What can I do to make this up to you? I miss you.

You- Oh, now you miss me? Give me my space. Oh my, doesn't that sound familiar? Goodnight.

Husband- Babe, it's only 1 in the afternoon

You- And? I said goodnight Joseph Lee Burrow.

Jazmine glanced over at you before looking back towards the movie on the screen and sighed.

“He still doesn't know? Does he?” She asked inquiring if he knew about the pregnancy.

“No, simply because I was going to tell him that same night that he decided to have a temper tantrum.”

“Well maybe….” She started to say and you eyed her.

“Maybe what?”

“You need to tell him and the two of you need to make up and make up soon. I am not taking up for him in any way, shape, or form, but he has apologized multiple times and quite frankly, I am tired of him also blowing up my phone to check on you.”

“I'll text him the sonogram picture.” You told her as you shrugged and went to your phone gallery.

“NO Y/N! That is not what I meant.”

“And throw the mini football I got at his throat. It won't hurt, it's soft.”

“Okay, I sense that you're still angry, but you need to calm down and stop being petty.”

“You're taking his side.”

“No I'm not! I'm just saying that man loves you and will do absolutely anything for you. He messed up big time, but wants to make it up to you. It is literally only a matter of time before he shows up on my doorstep.”

“You have a ring camera so you can see him. You don't have to open the door.”

“We are finishing this movie and then you are going home to talk to your husband.”

“You're kicking me out? WOOOOOWWWW.” You exclaimed as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You have a literal mansion to go to! Yes, I'm kicking you out.”

“Will you at least feed me first?”

“You're getting McDonald's and that's it.”

“I'll make sure it takes me three hours to eat it.”

Jazmine simply rolled her eyes in response.

It was now around four in the afternoon when you were finally pulling into the driveway of your house. Sighing, you grabbed your bag from the passenger and made your way inside. You went through the garage and then through the kitchen in order to make your way upstairs in the hopes of Joe not seeing you. You still didn't feel ready to talk to him. As you made your way upstairs into your bedroom, you were surprised to see Joe sitting there scrolling on his phone and sighed. When he heard your footsteps, he immediately stood up and walked over to you.

“Only reason I'm here is because Jazmine kicked me out. I am still extremely pissed off at you.”

“I know because I told her to.”

You did a double take and looked at your husband in disbelief.

“I was desperate and wanted you here so we could talk. Besides, she told me you kept eating all of her snacks.”

Rolling your eyes, you dumped your clothes into the hamper and set your overnight bag in the bottom of the walk-In closet with Joe following behind you. You reached up behind a pair of your shoes on the second shelf and got the Bengals onesie along with the mini football and handed it to Joe who looked confused.

“Uh? Who is this for?”

“You. Even though I should throw the football at your head for how you talked to me.”

“I… wait… you're pregnant?”

“Yes and you would have found out on Monday if you weren't busy being an asshole. I was so excited to tell you, but that quickly went out the window.”

“Babe…. I… I'm sorry. I promise that it will never happen again. You were only trying to help me and I took that for granted. And I also ruined this.” He said as he held up the onesie to examine it.

“Hmm.”

“I bought you some peonies. They're downstairs in the kitchen.” He quietly told you as he played with the football you had handed him.

“I'll look at them later. The baby is a boy and I hope you teach him how and how not to speak to his significant other so he can learn from your mistakes.”

It was still awkward between the two of you after you had come back home from being with Jazmine for a few days. Now that he knew about the little life inside of you, It seemed like every waking moment he was asking you if you were okay and getting you anything that you might need and bringing it to you. You could admit that it was nice and he was trying to do his best in order to make it up to you.

Since you had somewhat finally got your nausea under control, you decided that you would go to the game this week and see him play but made sure to have meds and ginger ale on stand by. It was an away game as they were playing the Carolina Panthers and Jazmine quickly volunteered to go with you. She told you that she wanted to keep you company, but deep down you knew it was because of her huge crush that she had on Ja'Marr even though she would probably never admit it.

The two of you had just gotten situated in your suite because you knew for a fact that if Joe caught you in the stands with regular fans that he would have a fit. An incident occurred last season before his wrist injury which included so called ‘fans’ harassing you. He knew how much you liked being near the action, but from that point on, in order to not compromise your safety, you always needed to be in a suite for his peace of mind.

“Oh! There's your man!” Jazmine said as she nudged you, but rolled your eyes.

“You only noticed because of who he's standing next to.”

“I… don’t ever know what you mean bestie.” She replied as she was heavily eyeing Ja'Marr.

“Sure, sure. I need to get you two to go on a date so that we can all be put out of this misery.”

“He's cute!”

“And single, so shoot your shot.” You told her as you felt a wave of nausea come over you and quickly grabbed your ginger ale taking a sip.

“Tell his bestie a.k.a. your husband to put in a good word for me.”

“I'll see what I can do.”

“I literally can't wait for the double dates.”

It was nearing the end of the game and it looked like for the first time this season that the Bengals would actually have a win which you knew Joe would finally be excited about.

“You know what you should do?” Jazmine asked as she turned to look at you.

“What?”

“He already doesn't know you're here so surprise him in his hotel room. You know where he's staying so….”

“And he always leaves a key for me at the front desk just in case I decide to come to an away game.”

“See? Perfect. Yall need to have make up sex because both of you are still acting awkward around each other when you've seen each other naked and his private parts have been in your mouth and yours in his which is still so weird to me.”

“Jazmine….”

“Like I remember the first time you told me you deep throated him.”

“Jazmine….”

“Had him seeing stars and shit.”

“Jazmine….”

“Just saying. You need to get dicked down. And his first win of the season? Oh girl the paint on the walls needs to be peeling by the time yall get finished.”

“JAZMINE!” You called her name for the fourth time before you busted out laughing.

“What!? What'd I say!? You know it's true. He might end up putting another one in you.”

“Don't you wish that on me!”

“That man is about to turn you every way but loose. You always said you wanted a lot so don't switch it up now. I'm actually surprised yall don't have ten kids already.” She said as she held her hands up in defense.

You rolled your eyes before laughing at her and unlocked your phone to go to your text messages. You read where Joe had sent you which hotel that they were staying at and saw that it wasn't very far from the actual stadium. If you didn't want to hit the stadium traffic, you decided that you should leave now to give yourself enough time.

“What's that look for?” Jazmine asked as she saw the wheels in your head turning.

“I'm about to head to the hotel. That way it'll be easier for me to maneuver because everyone else is still watching the game.”

“Well don't let me stop you. Go and spend time with your man. Just lay on the bed with nothing on. I'll text you when my flight is about to take off.”

Getting to the hotel and getting the key to his room wasn't a problem and you were waiting patiently for him to get there as you were laying down on the bed and scrolling through your phone.

You then noticed that you didn't have a lot of battery left and stood up to get your charger out of your bag when you heard the door open.

Joe walked in and was surprised to see his wife in front of him and instantly smiled.

“I didn't realize that I was going to have a special guest.” He said as he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you as he placed a kiss on top of your head.

“I decided at the last minute to come and Jazmine volunteered to come with me.” You told him as you stepped back to stare up at him.

“Congratulations by the way. I'm very proud of you. Even though I was proud of you before.” You told him as you reached up to kiss him.

“Thank you. I think because you’re here is why we probably won.”

“I don't know about that. You give me too much credit.”

It was quiet for a few minutes as the two of you simply stared at each other before Joe was the first one to break the silence.

“I hate fighting with you and I'm sorry. The entire thing is my fault and you were just trying to help. Are you still mad at me?”

“How many times are you going to apologize? It happened, we moved on from it. And no. It takes too much energy for me to be mad at you.”

“But I still feel like shit. I can't believe that I talked to my own wife like that. I see why you wanted to throw the football at my head. You had a good reason.” Joe muttered and you stifled a laugh.

“You can make it up to me now, though ” You told him as you let go of him and reached behind you to undo the clasp on your bra.

“How and what are you doing?”

Instead of you answering him with words, you simply pulled your bra out from underneath your shirt and threw it onto the floor after you had taken it off without taking off your shirt.

Joe simply bit his lip before he reached down to kiss you as he backed you up until the back of your legs hit the bed. He gently laid you down and told you to move until you got to the top.

“Move up higher for me.”

Once you did and got settled, Joe was playing with the bottom of your shirt which happened to be his jersey before pulling it up over your head leaving your top half bare in front of him.

Soft kisses were placed all along your body starting from your collar bone and working all the way down until he got to your shorts quickly unbuttoning them. You lifted your hips so that he could pull them away from your body along with your panties and spread your legs wide as he placed kisses along each thigh.

“You're so beautiful, baby. You know that?”

“Hmm, I think that you've told me once or twice before. But I always love hearing you say it.”

“And I'll never get tired of saying it.”

As he held onto your thighs, you instantly felt his mouth on you and a quiet moan couldn't help but to escape your lips.

“Shh. Stay quiet for me, baby. The last thing I want is to hear Ja'Marr complaining that you were too loud because his room is next to mine. I won't hear the end of it.”

“You shouldn't make me feel so good then. And it's not like he hasn't heard us before.” You replied as Joe immediately scoffed.

“Like that's ever going to happen. Keep those legs spread for me or I'll do it for you. You’re already so wet and I've barely done anything.” Joe quietly said as he was running his fingers along your folds making you buck your hips forward.

“I think my wife is growing impatient and she better behave herself because if she doesn't I'll edge her all night. You know I love you, right?”

“Yes and I love you right back.”

“Good, remember that because I'm about to fuck you like I don't.”

—

“Oh shiiit.” You blurted out as Joe was pounding into you as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you so that your noses were touching.

He quickly took advantage of the opportunity and brought you into a kiss before placing your legs on top of his shoulders.

You had lost count of how many times you had hit your peak that night and was surprised that Joe still had so much energy. Seeing as it was now close to two in the morning. You guess you can blame it on the high from winning the game.

Without warning he slipped out of you making you whimper before he moved down to be face to face with your core once more and began to eat you out again which felt like the millionth time this evening.

“Mmm, baby. Right there, stay right there.” You gasped as he began moving his tongue in and out making you squirm.

Joe could tell you were close as he held you down in place and began to suck on your clit.

“Fuck! Babe, I can’t take it.”

“Yes you can. Give me one more.” Joe answered you as he went back to sucking on your clit.

Your back arched off of the bed as no sounds were coming out of your mouth and knew that it was only a matter of time before you came all over his face, as you've done so many times already. Sure enough you felt it building up and tried to push Joe away from you, but he just held onto you tighter.

“I know your ass is not trying to run away from me. I thought you were my good girl. Good girls don't do that.”

Your response to Joe was you squirming all over his face.

“And there it is. I knew you had one more in you.” Joe told you as he placed small kisses all along your thighs. You didn't even bother responding as you were trying to regulate your breathing and Joe crawled back up your body to kiss you before laying his head on your chest.

“Do you forgive me now?” He asked as he nipped at your breasts before taking one in his mouth and lightly sucking.

“Yes, but I had already forgiven you. This was just a plus. But promise me that nothing like that will ever happen again no matter what the circumstances are. We communicate better than that.”

“Promise.”

The two of you laid in silence for a few minutes with your arms wrapped around each other when Joe's phone went off. He reached over to grab it while still holding onto you and unlocked his screen to see that it was a text from Ja'Marr.

Ja'Marr- are yall done yet? Because I have YET to go to sleep. I knew she was mad at you, but got damn.

“See? Baby, I told you that you were too loud.” Joe said as he was trying not to laugh.

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lymtw · 9 months ago

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heyy boo !! idk if you’ve done a fic like this before but if u haven’t can i request reader who’s last relationship was toxic so when she gets into a new relationship with toji and she treats her right she doesn’t really know how to feel 😓. ty in advance ❤️

A/N: I love this!! I really enjoyed writing this one 🥹

Thank you for sending in this request 💙

Toji and His Shy Girl

You just don't get it. You don't get why you were cursed to love someone who never returned an ounce of that same love to you. You were naive enough to believe that there was goodness in his heart and you told yourself that if you communicated enough of your feelings and thoughts, that things would fall into place and you'd love each other the way it was always meant to be.

You were wrong. You always found yourself calling him and when he wouldn't answer, you would text him to make sure he was okay after unnecessary arguments he started over things like a shirt you chose to wear on date night. You fell for the constant gaslighting from him on purpose, because you would rather give him the satisfaction of being correct over something so stupid, than have him slam your door again on his way out. You would try to communicate your thoughts and he would always let out the biggest sigh with a mutter of 'here we go again' which immediately made your mouth go dry.

You truly loved this ungrateful person with everything you were, and it made your heart sick.

Toji was an unfair opponent against your defenses. You swore you wouldn't date anyone until you learned your selfworth and could recognize when someone was just with you for the good times, but he kept chipping at your stone-like exterior with those stupid pickup lines. You told him they were stupid and he said he knew it the second he searched them up, which made you crack up. The way he held eye contact with you after acknowledging that you had the saddest eyes he'd seen in a while, was enough to make you want to cry over the memory of how they got that way.

You went through the same motions that you went through with the last guy you spent your love on, this time with Toji. You felt that same spark. The attraction, the fawning over your conversations and how he delivered his words so smoothly to you. The nerves when he stared for just a little too long without saying anything. You felt ready to try again, so you gave Toji a chance.

Toji brings back your faith in love every once in a while. When he calls you first, when he texts you and asks what you're up to, or when he spam calls you while you're sleeping. He really has you starting to think that he cares about you and for spurs at a time, you let yourself truly believe it.

Then you have your moments where you get flashbacks to your last relationship. Moments where you felt lesser than your "lover" because he failed to reassure you or make you feel like you were enough for him.

Hey, mama. Was gonna stop by for some food before heading over.

Your heart sinks to your stomach at the sound of your phone chiming. You know you shouldn't let yourself get too hopeful over something so fresh, but you can't help the way you feel when you see Toji's name pop up on your phone.

Okay, I'll get something later on. I'll see you here. Enjoy your meal :)

Actually, I thought i'd bring it over to your place and we could eat together. You hungry?

If you tell me you're full off a cup of yogurt, i'll tackle you once I get there. I'm so serious.

You don't like asking for things, especially when it comes to food. You have your ex to thank for breaking you out of that habit made for lovers and people who are comfortable with each other. Whenever you would go out to eat, he made you feel bad for wanting to try what he ordered, even when you said it would be in exchange for some of your food. The lowest moments were when he would show up unexpectedly to use your TV and just eat in front of you. He never asked if you were hungry or if you wanted a bite, and he never cleaned up after himself. It's no wonder you have trouble believing you'll be treated from time to time.

I did have my last yogurt cup today :( I'll pay you back for whatever you buy me.

Don't worry about it. I'll be there in a bit. And quit snacking, you'll ruin your appetite.

Once Toji got there, you ate together, talked about your days and so on, but the whole time you were measuring out how much you were eating. You don't know what would've happened if he had told you to slow down or to leave enough for him to take for his lunch the next day. You can't have that happen again. The first time your ex did it, it did a number on your ability to feel comfortable sharing meals with him. Now, you feel you're better off taking less when it's not something you bought.

"You didn't like the food?" Toji asks, muffled by the napkin he uses to wipe his lips of the remnants from his last bite. You only served yourself once, and the portions were small. "You've been watching me eat this whole time like you're still hungry."

You divert your gaze and look at the plate in front of you. "No, it was really good. I just don't want it to run out because of me."

He tilts his head and lids his eyes, an incredulous expression that makes you smile, sheepishly. He drags the takeout boxes across the table, towards your plate. "Have some more. I brought enough for both of us."

You look at the boxes before insisting again. "Don't you want leftovers for the week? I can always get something else."

"Ma... Eat with me, please." He nudges the boxes until they're right against your plate. "If you don't have your share, i'm gonna have to eat all of it by myself, and then i'm gonna lose my muscles and you won't like me anymore. Neither of us wants that, right?"

You giggle, turning to look at that ridiculously cute smirk that has victory written all over it. Rightfully so. As you serve yourself more food, you question his words of encouragement that gave you a reason to pick up your fork again.

"You don't wanna lose your muscles because you think I won't like you anymore?" The thought is ridiculous. You would still be very attracted to him if he had squishier cheeks and a little belly. Him having muscles is just a bonus to the man he is.

"Well, who wants to lose..." he trails off, becoming all too aware of the anticipating smile that graces your lips as you chew. You look adorable while stuffing your face. Now he's left to wonder who planted this lessening mindset into you. He wants to understand the reason behind him having to encourage you to go for seconds in the first place. You're so pretty, and you have the kindest soul. Who the hell would want to hurt you? "Yeah. That's exactly it, doll. I need you to like me."

Your hand goes to cover your mouth as you laugh with a mouthful of food. He looked so serious, not a quiver of emotion in his lips as he said that last statement.

"You're gonna choke," he warns with a grin on his face. He watches with amusement as you calm down and swallow your food before proceeding to laugh again until you're keening over in your chair. He can't find reason to be offended by your reaction when there's no ridiculing tone in the sweet sound. If anything, he feels a sense of accomplishment in his ability to make you laugh—to bring you joy.

"Oh god," you say, airily, as you recompose yourself, a couple smaller chuckles escaping in the process. "Sorry, that was... yeah." You clear your throat and smile as you formulate your response. You drop the fork so that you don't tempt yourself with another bite before getting this information out. "I like you, Toji. With or without the muscles. You're good to me." You shrug, as if that's the only thing required for someone to break the seal on the love you store.

The admission should make him happy. He should be feeling pretty good about himself after hearing those words from such a beautiful girl, yet all he can think about is how low your standards are. He has no doubt that you've been ruined. For crying out loud, you're tentative over how much you can eat from an abundance of food. Luckily, he managed to persuade you, this time. He has yet to find out about all your little hesitancies, but all he can do is hope he can redirect them next time, too.

The next occurrence is a few months later, and it's a lot tougher on you. You're watching as the man you're growing to love, is chatting with some girl who doesn't seem to understand the concept of personal space. You can see her turn her back to Toji as she continues the conversation, before attempting to back into him, under the guise of not looking where she's going.

The second Toji pulled out his phone, your blood started boiling. You don't understand. You've been through so much together these past few months, yet suddenly you feel like you're being thrown into the past. It makes you think of when your ex would pull out his phone to take pictures and videos during moments like these.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket. To your surprise, it's Toji.

Baby, this girl won't leave me the hell alone. Can you come over here? She's trying to get touchy with me and things won't end well if she actually touches me.

Please, baby.

You couldn't control the pounding of your heart. All you knew is that it wasn't tethered to anger or feelings of being let down anymore. You slowly made your way over to Toji who looked as serious as can be. Not a quirk of his lips towards the chick who was all smiles towards him.

"Hey, sweetheart." His entire demeanor shifts. He has this smile on his face, similar to the one he wears when he missed you after not seeing you for a couple days. Your hands freeze in place when he pulls you in real close, his front flush against yours, all for a kiss. A handsy one at that. The woman is borderline disgusted at the public display of affection, mainly because he's cupping your ass. The kiss ends abruptly, and you're turned around in his hold to face the woman who still sports the nose wrinkles of discomfort at the scene. "This is my wife. You know, the one I told you about five times?" You're too dizzy on the moment to say anything about your sudden promotion, so you just smile and laugh nervously.

"We have three kids already, but we're trying for twins, huh, doll?" He can feel your body trembling in his hold, like you want to laugh but are holding it in for the sake of the bit. "Mhm," you manage to hum out.

"Good for you," the woman utters, distastefully.

"Right? Just can't keep my hands off her," Toji responds, dropping the smile he reserves for you when his eyes meet the stranger's gaze. "Let's go somewhere else. There's nothing good here," he whispers into your ear, to which you silently nod, with a giddy smile. He could tell the gesture worked to make the woman uncomfortable since she turned around. That's a victory for him.

He guided you past her with his hands on your hips. "Let's go try for those twins in the car, yeah?" He says, just loud enough for the woman to hear and lift her head again from what she was doing.

Toji didn't loosen his hold on your waist the entire walk back to his car. "What?" He asks once you're both in. He's been keeping an eye on that little grin of yours that hasn't disappeared since he kissed you in front of the lady.

"Three kids and we're trying for twins?" You repeat to him, as you reach for your seatbelt and buckle up.

"I didn't wanna scare you, but I almost said triplets," he says with a smirk, reaching back for his seatbelt.

"And..." you say, moving past that quickly to not work yourself up. "And when did we get married?" You continue analyzing his little show inside the supermarket. You saw something that threateningly tapped on the fragile glass that is your heart, but you ended up gaining more strength and trust in your relationship with Toji by the time you were out of there.

"You fell asleep through that part. Don't worry, it wasn't a huge wedding, anyway. Just you, me, and a random dog."

You know you love him in this moment. You're comfortable thinking it. Hell, you could say it with enough built up courage.

"Well then, where's my ring?" You ask, playing along with the joke. You expect him to tap out by now. It's too soon. Neither of you have said 'I love you' out loud, and this whole thing was just for fun. If things get weird, you could always tell him it was a joke and that you understand that it's too early to be talking about marriage.

He's digging through the side compartment of his car door, hoping to find something other than microfiber towels. By the luck of the stars, he feels something small and metal that could fit easily between your fingers.

"It's not a ring," he says, holding up a soda can tab between his index finger and thumb. It's not a ring, but the gesture is still enough to stun you. "Don't penguins do something dumb like this but with a boulder?" He knows they do it with a normal sized rock—or even a pebble— but he thinks you're worth acting like a total idiot for. Especially when it makes you laugh so hard that you're almost crying.

You take the metal tab from him with shaky fingers and just stare at it for a couple seconds. This is the closest you've ever gotten to a real promise.

"It's not a ring, if that's what has you so shaky," he says after surveying your pensive expression. "I know we've been together a while—well, not really— but these past months with you... I feel like they've carried a lifetime and a half." Now he feels nervous. There's tension in the air, and he feels like being even more stupid. The words are fighting to roll off his tongue. He feels jumpy with the adrenaline that's coursing through him. He just wants to say it already, to rid himself of this anxious feeling. "I feel like I love you, already, and it's alright if you can't say it back, right now. My feelings won't be hurt," he says, with a dumb grin.

You thought you'd be the first to say it. You were nervous for this exact moment that he dove headfirst into. You know you want to say it back, you can feel the words bubbling in your chest. As for your ability to speak, you've temporarily lost it. You can't even look at him because you feel like you're about to cry. This isn't the first time you've been told you're loved by a partner, but it is the first time it has sounded genuine, like it's not being said for something in return, like your body.

"Talk to me, mama. What's with the tears?" He swipes his thumb across your cheek to catch the tears that glide down your face.

You don't want to sob, but he's asking for you to explain your feelings. Toji is acting the way 'he' didn't, all in one moment. With every second of silence, you feel like you're crumbling.

"It's nothing," you respond, quietly. You know it's unfair to compare Toji to those before him, but you've been hurt too many times. It's all you know, so for him to introduce you to something new—something real— it's hard to instantly revert to the person who hasn't experienced so many letdowns.

"You're crying over nothing? Yeah, that's real believable." He turns off the car and unbuckles his seatbelt. "You expect me to just take your word on this when you're visibly bothered by something? I just felt the confidence to admit that I'm in love with you. Tell me something, baby."

It took you a minute, but you finally pulled yourself together. You reached your hand out for him to hold, and immediately, he took it. You squeezed his hand for emotional support, something that made him nervous.

"The guy I dated before you treated me like shit," you started. "He made me feel worthless. He drove my confidence to the ground, and I know you're probably thinking i'm stupid for staying long enough to be maimed by his actions..." You smile softly at the subtle shake of his head. No words accompany the gesture because he's just listening for now. "But, I was blind to it all, because I thought that deep down, maybe he just needed to be loved more... and that mindset did nothing but give him more power over me. He developed an incorrigible mindset of 'I can do these things behind her back because she'll still love me anyway.'"

You think back to the hurt you felt when your ex showed up to your place smelling like another girl's perfume. He called you crazy, overly jealous and obsessive, claiming that he just hugged a friend, and when you pointed out the red lipstick on his jaw, he threw his hands up and stormed out of your home like he was done with your delusions.

"You were taken for granted. Please don't ever compare me to that dickwad. If I ever... fucking hell, I don't even wanna come up with an example of something that bad." Everything you just told Toji made him feel so much. He felt livid at the man who made you feel disposable and he would wipe him off the face of the earth in a heartbeat. His heart clenched at the sadness in your eyes—the tears wasted on someone who lost you. He's happy to have found you before you fell into the wrong hands again because he can't get enough of you. He would see you every hour of every day of the week if he could.

"Sounds like he mistreated you. Really, really badly, mama." This time Toji squeezes your hand because he can see the pain return in your eyes. He just wants you to be happy with him. He practically proposed with that soda can tab. The engagement will remain a secret until you're actually ready to become his wife, but he's looking forward to the moment in the future where he can say you were engaged by the six month mark of your relationship. "But I have you now and I'm not gonna make things hard on you. All I ask is that you're open with me about anything and everything, alright?"

Being around Toji feels like a constant warm hug. He treats you well, he makes up an entire fake family with you to ward off unwanted attention, he checks up on you even when he can't physically see you, he's understanding, and he professed his love for you. You feel ready to say those words back. You want to give happiness with Toji a chance, even if it means these things from your past will continue to come back to bring on any doubts. It's something you're willing to work on if it means you'll have all the love you give reciprocated.

"I love you, Toji. Not as a response to you saying it first, but because I mean it and you make me happy."

Despite the smirk that creeps onto his face, he's relieved to hear the words coming from you. Yeah, he said it was okay if you didn't say it back instantly, but had you not said it between then and when it was time for him to go home, the thought would inevitably infest his thoughts. He'll constantly wonder when you'll say it and how you'll say it. Your rendition turned out better than he could've imagined. The portrayal of you in his head doesn't even come close to what he gets to see in person, so to see and hear you uttering those words was beyond anything he could have made up in his mind.

"I would've fought tooth and nail to earn those words from you, doll. You know that?"

You smile, feeling giddy at the sound of his proclamation. "Really?" You question, giggling to yourself.

"Really," he confirms. He reaches for his seatbelt and buckles up before starting the car again. "Don't lose the soda tab I gave you. You still have it, right?" he asks, turning to you once more before he starts the drive back to your place.

"It's right here." You hold it up for him, smiling at his reference to penguins when he gave it to you.

"Good. Now, keep that until it turns into an actual rock."

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norrisradio · 14 days ago

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ALMOST, ALWAYS

LINE BY LINE ᝰ.ᐟ “I’m always going to love you.” - La La Land (2016)

ᝰ PAIRING: lando norris x race engineer! reader | ᝰ WC: 1.4K ᝰ GENRE: situationship-to-lovers, as the title says: when the almosts turn to always, lando and mc are both down horrendous, a little bit of angst in the form of lando (as usual) being hard on himself ᝰ INCOMING RADIO: this was written in one manic session after lando's post-quali skysports interview - this is part desperate prayer and part manifestation for tomorrow's race ꨄ︎ requested by anon ! (i'm so sorry - i know you asked for a bittersweet ending but after quali, writing lando not getting the girl at the end would have been psychological torture for me)

send me an ask for my line by line event .ᐟ

Lando Norris knows what destiny feels like, because he's spent his entire life trying to snatch it from fate’s cruel hands.

It’s the way he tightens his grip on the steering wheel when the car jolts over a curb. The way he bites back the sting in his voice when the radio crackles with numbers that don’t match the effort. It’s a god he doesn’t believe in, teasing him with glimmers of greatness, only to pull them away with a shrug and a yellow flag.

It’s also you.

Not because you’re a superstition or a lucky charm—but because you’re the one reading fate’s data. The one in the back room, eyes scanning a dozen screens, voice steady over comms even when the world is burning down. You're not just part of the team. You're his engineer. His brain when emotion runs too hot. His breath when his lungs forget how to work.

But even gods fall short.

And today, so did you.

P8.

You’d gone aggressive on the tire plan. Bet on track evolution. A gamble, one you both signed off on with twin nods in the pre-quali briefing—his jaw tense, your hand gripping your tablet too tight.

You don’t remember walking out of the debrief. Don’t remember the words you said to the engineers or the drivers. You just remember his fingers almost brushing yours when you stood up, papers rustling between you. A breath held. A touch dodged. The same silent question hanging between you that’s been there for months.

You were never his. Not really. Not officially. But you’ve spent late nights pouring over lap deltas with your feet kicked up on his coffee table. Shared hotel breakfasts where your knees touched and neither of you moved away. You know the way his voice shifts when he’s pretending he's okay. He knows the exact moment your voice falters on the comm, even when no one else can hear it.

You both know what it feels like to almost cross a line.

And now, hours later, you’re asleep in your hotel room—lap charts open beside you, headphones still in—when your phone buzzes.

Lando.

You answer on the third ring, already sitting up.

“Hey,” you murmur, voice wrapped in sleep and regret. “You okay?”

“I bombed it.” His voice is quiet, but cracked. “Absolutely fucking bombed.”

You don’t correct him. Not yet.

Instead, you exhale slowly. “Talk me through it.”

“I don’t know. Didn’t hook it up. Rear end was loose, tires didn’t feel ready. Got traffic in S2. I should’ve—” He chokes on the words, and there’s a silence that says: I should’ve trusted something else. Someone else.

You bite your lip, guilt curling in your stomach. “It wasn’t all on you.”

“I know,” he says, but it sounds like a lie.

You shift under the covers, flicking your laptop closed. “One quali doesn’t rewrite the whole season.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, voice distant. “But it still fucking sucks.”

You let the silence stretch. Not uncomfortable—just true.

Then, quieter: “I woke you up.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, lips curling into a soft smile, “but I’d rather be awake with you than sleep without you.”

He breathes out a laugh. It’s small, but real.

You talk for a while. About nothing, about everything. You tell him the cat at the paddock hospitality tent tried to follow you into the sim room today. You tell him one of the interns mistook your race notes for a coffee order. You tease him about how he still hasn't figured out how to work the printer back at the factory.

And he listens. Let's himself breathe.

Eventually, it fades into quiet.

“You still there?” he mumbles.

“Still here,” you say gently. “You getting sleepy?”

“A little.” His voice is soft. Barely there. “You make everything feel lighter, you know that?”

You smile into the phone. “That’s the goal.”

There’s a beat. Then:

“I’m always going to love you.”

He says it like a secret, like a truth he’s been holding inside his chest so long it’s bruised.

It’s not the first time he’s almost said it. But it’s the first time he lets it breathe. Let’s it be.

And you—you feel it. The weight of it. The ache. The fear and the want and the exhaustion.

You don’t say it back. Not yet. Because you’re still his strategist. And he’s still the boy chasing destiny with a race suit and a number on his back.

So instead, you stay.

You stay on the line until he falls asleep, quiet breathing soft in your ear like static.

Race day.

The sun blazes down on the circuit like a spotlight. Lando starts P8, jaw clenched, hands shaking in his gloves.

You’re in the garage, headset on, every sensor live. Your voice calm over radio, but your heart is a snare drum.

The lights go out like gunfire.

The start is chaos—front wheels locking up into Turn 1, one of the Ferraris darts wide, someone’s radio explodes with static and frustration. But Lando? He doesn’t flinch. He’s already shifting inside out, folding himself into that familiar headspace where nothing exists but the blur of corners and your voice cutting through the noise.

“Car ahead’s vulnerable into Turn 6,” you tell him, cool and clipped through the headset. No panic. No overthinking. You’re holding it together even though he knows your stomach’s in knots. He knows, because it’s his stomach too.

He trusts you. He always has. Even when you make bold calls. Even when the quali gamble didn’t pay off. Even when you won’t quite let your fingers brush his after a strategy meeting.

Lando dives down the inside of the Alpine into Turn 6. Tires shriek. He holds it.

P7.

The laps fall like dominoes.

“Gap ahead, two seconds. You’re quicker in this chicane.” “Box opposite Russell. We’re watching his undercut.” “Next two laps are critical. You can do this.”

He eats into the delta like it’s his last meal. When the tire drop-off comes, your call is perfect—box, outlap, traffic-free window. He rejoins behind one of the Aston Martins but doesn’t wait. Doesn't need to.

DRS open. Straight-line speed sings. Late on the brakes.

P5.

By lap 42, his gloves are soaked through. His neck aches. His visor is streaked with sweat and G-force. But he doesn’t lift.

“Rain maybe in the last five. Category 1 only,” you say, and even that—even that—lands like scripture.

You’re right. You always are.

Spots on the visor. Just a shimmer. Just enough to make it a test of nerves.

The Merc in P4 twitches into Sector 2. Lando capitalizes, flicks it up the inside with the kind of confidence you’ve been begging him to believe in.

He’s on the podium now.

P3.

The last few laps are a blur of tire management, double-checks, and defensive lines, but by the time he crosses the finish line, there’s only one thing he hears:

Your voice. Breathless in his ear. “Well fucking done, Lando.”

He rips the helmet off after parc fermé, hair plastered to his forehead, adrenaline running hotter than the engine. The champagne hasn’t even dried on his suit by the time he’s shoved past press officers and camera crews, giving the post-race interview answers half-distracted.

Smiles for the cameras. Nods at the questions. Grins when they ask about the race. But it’s all white noise.

Because you’re in the garage.

And destiny—destiny’s not on the podium. Destiny’s in black team-issue fireproofs, standing near the telemetry screens, trying to hide the fact that your hands are shaking.

He doesn’t call. He doesn’t wait.

He finds you.

You barely have time to smile before he’s running. His arms wrap around your waist, lift you clean off the ground. Your headset nearly flies off, but you’re laughing, holding onto his shoulders like gravity forgot its job.

He spins you in a tight, giddy circle, and the garage blurs behind you—engineers, mechanics, screens, all of it disappearing under the sound of his laughter.

“You did it,” you whisper, breath caught in your throat.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, hair a mess, eyes wild. “We did it.”

You stare at him. Just stare.

And this time—this time—there’s no almost.

He leans in, forehead to yours, voice so soft only you can hear it, even with the noise around you.

“I meant what I said last night.”

You already know. You felt it in every overtake. Every corner he trusted you to guide him through.

You nod, lips trembling. “I love you too, Lando.”

He kisses you like it’s the last lap of the race. Like he’s already won. Like destiny finally stopped running, and turned around to meet him halfway.

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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 10 months ago

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How would NRC (only 18+ characters) react to their fem s/o texting them "Come here, I'm horny"?

I'm so sorry these are so short. Your girls getting a bit burnt out as of late for some reason. Anyways, I hope you like them <33

Warnings: MDNI, fem reader, suggestive but not really smutty, mentions of boners.

Request: Yes.

Words: 1,130.

Trey Clover

Trey was working on frosting a cake with Riddle when he received the text from you. And thankfully Riddle was short because he damn near choked at the message. A blunt, “Come. I'm horny." Was all you had sent.

However, catering to your needs, he let Riddle know something important had come up and he had to go tend to a leak in your roof. Riddle of course sensing the urgency had nodded with a simple; “Go, I can manage the frosting." Trey felt no remorse for fibbing to his friend and dorm leader, and went off to find you at Ramshackle.

Entering the broken down household he smiled gingerly over at you. "You needed me, peach? Go and lay back on the bed. I'll take care of you."

Cater Diamond

Cater was at the Light Music club when you texted him, and just in case it was urgent or some spicy drama from magicam had checked his phone right away. It was spicy, just in a way he hadn't thought it'd be. His face slowly flushed a red, gaining the attention of Kalim, who had asked if he was okay.

Cater cleared his throat, nodding. “Uh… Yes! Ah haha, I'm okay! Sorry, I just got distracted there for a minute.” While Kalim was none the wiser, the old fae on the other hand, was.

After he finished the club Cater quickly made his way to your dorm, shoving open your door he crawled over you, leaning down to press a searing kiss against you. “Hahh.. Babydoll, you can't just text me like that out of the blue!”

Leona Kingscholar

You really think this man was anywhere but napping?

He was less than amused to stir awake from his phone going off, alerting him of a text message. And for a moment he wasn't going to even answer it, rather he'd just roll over and go back to bed but something prompted him to pick up that phone and boy was he glad he did.

A smirk formed across his face and he texted back a simple “Omw" before rolling out of bed, hair messy and clothes disheveled before making his way to your dorm. He was there in record time, falling across your bed and grasping your hips to make you straddle him. Yeah, some pussy was definitely better than sleeping.

“Feeling like a whore? Then sit on this cock and take it like a good girl."

Vil Schoenheit

He was at a photoshoot when you texted him. He'd frowned slightly at your blunt order but underneath was particularly amused. His little potato needed him?

"You're going to have to wait, lovely. Photoshoot is almost over.” He could almost feel the way your lips puckered into a pout on the other side of the phone as he got back into position for another photo after his short break. Thirty minutes later he was leaving the photoshoot.

And fifty minutes later he was coming into your dorm room, sliding off his shoes and over coat before leaning over you on the bed, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “I'm sorry for being so long. Let me make it up to you, potato.” He dragged your hand up his leg onto the crotch of his pants, before moving to straddle you.

Rook Hunt

Was enjoying nature up in a tree when his phone buzzed in his pocket. On pulling it out and seeing your text message, you received back a slur of French, with a few heart Emojis after them. “English, Rook." His lips quirked at your sass. “On my way as we speak, Mon amour." He texted back, pocketing his phone before climbing down the tree.

Fast on his feet and in the area, Rook arrived at Ramshackle within five minutes. He hung his coat on the coat wrack and took off his shoes before padding up to your room.

“My petite amour, I have arrived.” He cupped your face, pressing light kisses against your chin and jaw. "Do tell me which part of me you crave first, Mon lapin.”

Idia Shroud

Thankfully Idia was in his room like always when he received your text. Instant red face. (And instant Idia jr peaking up but we don't talk about that) Almost thought you were tweaking or had text the wrong person, despite being your lover. However after getting his shit together he texts you back.

“Can you come here? I.. Might be in a predicament where I am unable to leave my room for a while."

When you came to his dorm instead of the other way around he had a pillow over his lap and his face and hair were both a light red in color. Grasping onto the pillow you pulled it off and crawled onto his bed after shutting and locking his door. Idia’s hands found purchase on your hips, pulling you down to straddle him. “Eheheh.. You have no idea how long I've waited for this." He grinned against your throat, before biting down on your shoulder to leave a hickey.

Malleus Draconia

Remains stone faced despite the very obvious tent rising in his trousers. If his tail were to be out it would've been wagging in slight excitement. Out of everyone, you might just be the only person to be able to boss around and command the prince of briar valley.

“You wish to mate with me? I will be over immediately, child of man." It takes him a moment to answer you. Not because he didn't see the message but because he still doesn't know how to use a phone that well still. Please be patient, he is very happy.

Appears outside your dorm as soon as he texts you back, eagerly knocking on your door in a beckon for you to let him in. As soon as you open the door he is grabbing you by the hips, guiding you against him. “My dearest peony, do feel free to seek me out everytime you have these feelings. I will be more than obliged to assist you.”

Lilia Vanrogue

Doesn't even answer your message. He was in history and then all of a sudden he was floating upside down in front of you. An amused look was on his face though despite the little grin his eyes were foggy with lust.

“Oh my what do we have here? Couldn't even keep your hands out of your panties in the short time it took me to get here? Fufufu~ let's have a look now, hmm?"

Lilia eagerly slots himself between your legs like he's always belonged there, nibbling and nipping at your legs as he makes his way up. “You taste exquisite, and I haven't even gotten to the main course yet.”

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 2 months ago

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been stalking your blog for a while and I just wanted to say I love your writing so much!! this is my time ever requesting anywhere so im sorry if anything's out of order.

is it possible for you to write something about a jealous g!p Donna with a withdrawn reader who was discarded by Mother Miranda?

Mother Miranda experimented on reader, accidentally giving them a form like a more dangerous vârcolac before deciding to hand them over to Donna once she was done since Alcina already has her daughters.

the reader is very withdrawn and usually spaces out and totally disassociates most of the time. but over time reader and Donna get closer because reader is very agreeable and likes to play with Angie.

one day, Donna and reader go to the castle for some reason and one of the Dimitrescu daughters (or Alcina) take an interest in reader and start relentlessly flirting with them.

this makes Donna go kinda crazy and she gets super jealous and possessive and decides she needs to knock reader up and show everyone who the reader belongs to.

no problem if you don't like the request or it's too dark or something, I hope you have a nice day!

Yess!!!! Thank you for your request, and sorry about the delay!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

A good girl

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, half-vârcolac! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, dark themes, dark Donna, Donna's POV

Word count: 8,052

Summary: She's a monster, just like me...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :)) Sorry if I didn't write for too many days, but it was my birthday and I wasn't able to do it... (yes, I was born on Valentine's day, how funny) Love you!!!

“Well, well, what's the matter? Why have you called us at this time of night?” my doll, Angie, asked, with a haughty tone that made me glance at her fleetingly as a reprimand. “I hope it's important.”

Mother Miranda raised her eyebrows, but the priestess ignored the comment, gesturing for me to come closer.

“Forgive her, Mother, I...” I tried to excuse her, but I was interrupted by a raised hand that told me, without words, that I should remain silent.

“Calm down, Donna,” the blonde said softly, shaking her head and smiling sinisterly. “I don't blame Angie for her curiosity.”

Silently, I nodded again as she walked towards one of the cages in the place, discreetly indicating for me to follow her.

“Mm,” she murmured, resting her hand on the lock of one of the cages. “Come closer,” she indicated with a vague gesture, as my vision cleared enough.

Slowly, I obeyed. I took one step and another and… Suddenly a metallic sound made me step back in fear. A creature lunged at the bars, clawing, scratching, tearing the air, trying to catch one of us.

“Madonna!” I screamed in fear, moving as far away from the cage as possible, listening to desperate growls, to the agonizing sounds of that beast.

Mother Miranda laughed amused, but cautiously moved away from the claws.

“This is my lastest experiment,” Miranda said with irony. “Or rather, my latest failure. Sometimes I think I should stop trying,” she added shaking her head, standing next to me. “What do you think?”

“I-It's a… a vârcolac, vero?” I whispered, without taking my gaze away from those fierce, bloodthirsty eyes.

“Mm, perceptive,” answered the blonde, nodding. “That's what I get for trusting Moreau…” she sighed, blinking petulantly. “I don't know why I bother.”

“Sorry, Mother, but… what do you need me for?” I asked, playing nervously with my hands.

“Well… I have to say that even though it was a resounding failure… there is something about her that has caught my attention.”

“Her?” I asked immediately, looking at the monster, which seemed tireless.

“Mm,” Miranda murmured. “I thought the transformation would be permanent, but it seems somewhat unstable,” she began to explain while I looked at Angie, who was equally confused.

“W-What do I have to do?” I asked, without taking my gaze off those terrible eyes, those fangs that wanted to chew our flesh.

“What you do best, dear,” she whispered, placing a hand on the lock and opening the cage. “Now!”

I stepped back in fear, watching the monster come out of its prison, lunging straight towards us. Fear began to take over me, but Mother was there, I couldn’t let her down. Without thinking too much, I reached out my hand towards the vârcolac just before I felt its claws on my dress.

The creature stopped with a moan of pain, resting its claws on its head, suffering terribly. It folded over itself as I focused all my powers on it, subduing it, or trying to, at least.

With a roar it stood up again, resuming its attempt to attack me, but it didn't reach me. Its monstrous gaze locked with mine, and without warning, the monster began to change.

The fur covering the beast began to retract, revealing pale, seemingly soft skin. Those bright eyes stopped being horrible and greedy, and became frightened . A soft, silky mane sprouted from its head and face, mutating into that of a young, beautiful girl...

The vârcolac disappeared, and the girl it transformed into collapsed in my arms with her eyes wide open before closing them. The weight of her body forced me to hold her.

“Look at that... it worked,” the blonde commented, cautiously approaching us and observing the unconscious young woman. “Excellent, Donna.”

I held the naked girl while Miranda checked her condition meticulously, indicating after a few moments, to put her down. I obeyed carefully, laying the girl down on the cold stone, unable to take my eyes off her body, her beauty.

It seemed almost impossible that such a terrible creature could hide something so beautiful, with such an innocent look. I was always an impressionable woman.

“Well,” Miranda sighed. “It seems that after all, her transformation is reversible. A curious advance, but unfortunately it doesn't help me much.”

“Who is she?” I asked, dazzled by that inert body.

“Mm, oh, well, don't worry about it, dear,” my savior replied, putting a hand on my shoulder. “She's just a young orphan who lived on the outskirts of the village. The Duke was tired of her stealing his stuff and I... well, how could I waste an opportunity like that?”

“What's going to happen now?” I asked again, bending down to brush a lock of hair from the young woman's face, to see her calm gaze, her soft breathing, the movements of her body.

“I've already taken out everything I had to take out of her. I guess I have no other option but to discard her and…” Miranda commented, walking towards her desk, but stopping talking when she looked at me, frowning. “Donna.”

“Mm?” I said, waking up from a curious dream, from an involuntary hypnosis, sitting up, somewhat nervous.

“I thought you would help me to get rid of her, but…” the blonde said, laughing sinisterly, with a suspicious glint in her eyes. “It seems you like her.”

“Cosa? Oh, no, io…” I said nervously, shaking my head, making the veil covering my face move, revealing my embarrassment.

“Come on, Donna,” she said, slurring her words and approaching me, stepping over the young woman gracefully, with contempt. “I can't blame you. She is a beautiful girl, isn't she?”

“Yes, beautifully monstrous,” Angie added, peeking out from behind my dress.

“Mm, that's it,” Miranda joked, making a knowing gesture to the doll. “The truth is that I have wasted time and resources on this little wolf… maybe discarding it would be a waste, don't you think?”

“I don't know, Mother,” I stammered, moving away from the girl and pretending not to be nervous.

“I'll give her to you,” the blonde said, arching her eyebrows.

“What?” Angie and I said at the same time, a response that seemed to amuse the priestess even more.

“Donna, my dear, I know very well how lonely you are in that big, empty house,” she justified herself. “I think you could really use some company.”

“I’m fine, Mother,” I replied, clenching my fists.

“Please, you and I both know that’s not true,” Miranda laughed, shaking her head. “I certainly wouldn’t want to waste another experiment.”

“T-Then send her to the castle,” I protested, crossing my arms, briefly lowering my gaze to the young woman. “I’m sure Alcina will be delighted to…”

“Alcina already has three wonderful daughters, dear,” the witch interrupted. “All my children have gladly accepted my gifts. You, my dear, are the only one who hasn't done it yet... besides, I've heard that they've been getting very close to your estate lately.”

“I've got it under control, Mother,” I whispered, darkening my hidden gaze. “They're not a problem.”

“I know, Donna,” she replied, downplaying it. “But she could be a good guard dog, don't you think?”

“Um, I...” I murmured again, starting to sweat without really knowing why. “W-Well, okay,” I finally agreed, without thinking too much about it.

Miranda nodded satisfied, taking a shabby dress out of a box and putting it on the girl, making me see that, from that moment on, she was my responsibility.

“(Y/N),” she said, just before walking out the door.

“Excuse me?” I asked, glancing at the unconscious girl.

“That was her name,” the woman murmured, looking at one of the papers. “(Y/N), 22 years old, villager…” she read, before tearing the paper with contempt and a sinister smile. “But I suppose you can name her whatever you like, she's yours now.”

“T-Thank you Mother,” I said unsure, before leaving the laboratory.

I was never used to gifts. In another time a gift used to be different; my doll Angie, a dress, new shoes… Certainly nothing that had to do with the girl I was carrying in my arms.

Loneliness always accompanied me. My parents, my sister made the days much more bearable for me, a girl with complexes about her appearance, a weirdo in a strange village. But if I ever had the illusion of living a normal life, that disappeared the day my world fell apart.

One by one, they all disappeared. My sister succumbed to her illness, my parents decided to throw themselves off the cliff… Did they ever care about me? They left me even more alone, almost as if I had jumped too, almost as if I had ceased to exist.

Maybe for a moment I thought that this was the best; to leave this world, to end it all, to make the Beneviento family disappear completely. It was a fleeting thought, but one that came back to me every time my sick mind reminded me how pathetic I was, how alone I was.

I never believed in the Black Gods, they never listened to my prayers, my pleas. I had nothing left, I owed them nothing. But, like a miracle I didn’t call upon, they seemed to hear my cries of pain, my madness.

Mother Miranda came, just before I ended my life, and offered me a gift. She offered me the family I had lost, to be someone important, to be something. In my agony I reached out my hand to her, wishing with all my might to be free of the poison I ingested, to give myself a second chance.

The gift of the Gods turned out to be much more terrible than I believed. The scar on my face, my useless eye, disappeared to give way to a horrible abscess that covered part of my face. My body changed, being manipulated by the Gods, giving me things I never asked for.

When I woke up, I was no longer Donna Beneviento, but Lady Beneviento, daughter of Mother Miranda, Lord of the village.

It didn't take long for me to discover my powers, to know that I could finally instill fear in all those who once laughed at me. The changes and my deformity ceased to matter for a while, I enjoyed what the Gods gave me, I rejoiced in the pain I could cause to whomever I wanted.

My loneliness didn't disappear, but Miranda's gift could do many more things than I thought and so, Angie was born, the doll my father gave me was now my only company. She lived, she spoke, she was part of me. I thought I would finally stop being alone, but it wasn't true.

Making dolls and attending meetings with my siblings became routine for many, too many years.

Maybe I should thank Mother Miranda and the Gods, for that very different gift, that beautiful girl who rested in my arms. She was a monster, but so was I. I wondered if she ever felt the same as me.

“Let me get this straight, I mean, Mother Miranda does her experiments, and the ones that don't work for her are for us? Do we look like garbage cans?” Angie said, while I slowly placed the young girl on the bed in the guest room.

“Angie…” I whispered annoyed, covering the girl with the sheets. “It's a gift, don't be ungrateful.”

“Blah, blah, blah,” the doll mocked, jumping on the bed. “Here, my daughter, a vârcolac to keep you company, don't forget to take it out 3 times a day …”

“Will you shut up?” I protested, removing the veil from my face and blinking nervously. “She can be very useful.”

“Especially for you, right? I've seen the way you look at her,” the doll rebuked me, making me frown as I caressed that silky hair. “Listen to me, my Donna, she's dangerous.”

“I can control her,” I affirmed, I couldn't tell if as a response, or it was to myself. “Stop complaining.”

“Ugh,” the puppet protested, shaking her head. “This is a mistake, silly Donna, you'll see when...”

“W-What...” a hoarse, dark voice made us both look at the young woman, who squeezed her eyes shut, moving slowly.

I got up from the bed abruptly, studying each of her movements with caution. Angie was right, the look of that creature was still in my mind, as well as those growls were still in my ears.

“Shit, she's woken up…” Angie said, getting out of bed and hiding behind me again.

“What's going on?” the young woman's voice cleared and her frightened gaze locked with mine. No matter how hard I looked, there was no trace of that fury, of that creature.

The girl gasped not looking away from me, and backed away in bed, putting her knees to her chest.

“What now, huh?” Angie mocked, whispering.

The truth is that I hadn't thought about how to react.

“Y-You know… do you know where you are?” I asked, clearing my throat, cautiously, approaching little by little.

“Brilliant, Donna,” Angie mocked, causing me to move my arm back, to see if I could give her a warning blow.

The girl looked at me with dark eyes and slowly shook her head. Her whole body was shaking with fear, she was terrified and I… I didn't know what to do.

“Your name, do you know what your name is?” I asked in a more relaxed voice, the complete opposite of my heart, which was beating too fast.

The girl shook her head again, making a gesture of pain, looking at her hands.

“B-Blood… there, there's blood everywhere… I have to kill… I have to… No!” she stammered, gripping the sheets tightly. “I don't have to… I have to…”

“Hey, calm down, listen, I…” I interrupted, coming closer to hold her wrists, which she was shaking exaggeratedly.

“N-No, I just, I only see blood and death, just… just… you,” the girl said, stopping suddenly, looking at me scared. “I-I know you… I-I know who you are. Four Houses that dominate the village, at the service of the Gods…” she began to ramble, moving back and forth quickly, as if she were in a trance. “In life and in death… we give glory… Mother Miranda!”

“Hey, come on,” I said, trying to calm her down, without success. “Ascoltami…”

“Don’t… don’t… don’t touch me… A valley of mist, from where no one ever returns…” she continued murmuring, fleeing from my attempts to get closer. Maybe Angie was right.

“Stay still!” I yelled, losing my nerve, which made the young woman back away even more, terribly scared, covering herself completely with the sheets. “Cavolo!”

“Ugh, I see that your social skills are still as poor as ever, Donna,” Angie whispered, gaining enough courage to climb onto the bed again, walking towards the lump and knocking on it as if she were knocking on the door. “Knock, knock, weird girl.”

“N-No…” the young woman murmured.

“It's me, your friend Angie! The magnificent Angie! Don't you want to meet me? I'm a talking doll…” the puppet insisted as I slowly moved away, looking at the scene with curiosity.

“A… doll…?” she whispered peeking her head out from under the sheet slowly, looking at Angie with curiosity as the doll moved her hand in greeting.

“That's better, it's rude not to look at who's talking to you, you know?” the doll said, looking at me with a mocking gesture. “Don't pay attention to this silly Donna... she scared you, didn't she?”

The girl nodded, looking at me out of the corner of her eye, panic shining in her face.

“Forgive her, she can't help it, she has a very bad temper,” Angie whispered in her ear, making me sigh and cross my arms.

“Angie...” I hissed threateningly, catching the girl's attention again.

“Don't pay attention to her,” the doll said, sitting next to the girl, who seemed a little more relaxed. “Tell me, girl, do you have a name?”

“Yes... no... I don't know,” she answered, bringing her knees to her chest again. “This isn't a cage... am I not in a cage?”

“No, silly, you're at home, with us, we're your new owners, what do you think?” Angie asked, with her hands on her hips.

“Home...” the girl repeated, putting a hand on her belly. “My stomach hurts.”

“Are you hungry?” I asked in a soft whisper, trying not to lose my nerves.

She looked at me, but quickly looked away, as if she were afraid of me. Unfortunately, it didn’t surprise me.

“Oh, I'm sure you are,” the doll said. “Do you know that my Donna cooks very well?”

The girl didn’t move, she simply looked at me briefly again.

“I'm hungry,” she said, nodding.

“Oh, you heard it, silly Donna, go to make her something to eat,” she ordered, making me frown .“Come on, let's go.”

I snorted, clenched my fists, and resigned myself, leaving the room quickly, slamming the door. I really had no other choice. That girl was completely terrified, and I… and my appearance, didn’t help.

For some reason, Angie seemed to calm her down, so I decided to ignore my failure and, for once, obey the doll. I cooked, trying to calm myself down, repeating the same question over and over again: had it been a good idea?

“(Y/N), doesn't that name mean anything to you?” I heard Angie say as I entered the room with the food.

“Yes, I think so,” she answered, with a much more relaxed posture, without taking her eyes off the puppet.

“Of course, because it's your name, silly, (Y/N), do you like it? I can think of another one…” Angie joked, as I left the tray on the table. “Oh, dinner, eat, silly, eat.”

“I like (Y/N),” the girl said, getting a little closer to the food. “T-This doesn't smell like blood… it smells… good…” she commented, as I helped her put the tray on her lap. “Angie says you don't want to hurt me,” she told me directly, to which I sighed, shaking my head.

“Right,” I answered coldly. “As long as you behave,” I whispered afterwards, making it clear who I am. I’m a Lord, not a babysitter.

“I don't know what I have to do,” she murmured, unable to hold my gaze for more than three seconds. “I'm scared.”

“Easy, you're the new guard dog,” the doll said, to which I closed my eye and shook my head.

“Angie…” I sighed annoyed.

“G-Guard dog,” (Y/N) murmured while eating, letting me see something precious, something I would always remember: her smile. “It's delicious, did you make it?”

I nodded, smiling back, not at her words, but at her beauty, an overwhelming and mysterious beauty that made me shudder.

“Your duty is to protect the estate, to protect us, do you understand?” I insisted, making her smile fade. “Tell me you understand, (Y/N).”

“Y-Yes…” (Y/N) sighed, devouring the rest of the food. “I’m strong, I tear, I devour, I…” she murmured erratically again, putting her hands on her head. “I-It hurts…”

“Oh, yes, you are very strong,” Angie said, putting a wooden hand on her shoulder. “You like Donna's food, huh?”

She nodded with a tender smile, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

“It's better than animals,” the young woman said, with a different glow on her face. “There's no blood, no…”

“Well, behave and Donna will make more food for you, okay?” the doll said, extending her hand towards the girl. “It's a deal, right?”

The girl hesitated, but finally shook the doll's hand, thus beginning a very strange time in my life, in our lives.

Mother Miranda's experiments on (Y/N) took their toll on her. She barely had any memories of her past, only small fragments that appeared from time to time. Her mind had been corrupted by the instincts of the creature she had become, but it was impossible not to see humanity in her gaze.

I tried to communicate with her several times, but without success. I assumed that deep down, she remembered who I was; she knew I was dangerous. I didn't give it any importance. Nothing in the world could make me forget about my dolls, about my lonely routine.

Who am I kidding… everything was different in the house. Nothing could be the same with that girl walking, exploring, spending time with Angie.

(Y/N) was withdrawn, extremely shy, but the doll seemed to like her enough to make her smile. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous of Angie. Those smiles had to be mine; she was mine, after all.

She ate, slept, read, played with Angie... that's how she spent the time. Of course, I didn't want to scare her and I didn't want to make her nervous. I knew that if I did, the vârcolac inside her would wake up.

After a few quiet weeks, I began to doubt her usefulness; I began to think that instead of protecting myself, I was protecting her.

I’m a Lord, I can protect myself, I didn't need a failed experiment to do it for me, or so I repeated to myself every night. But when I closed my eyes, I could only see her face, her smile... Any thought that involved getting rid of her disappeared with the light of her gaze, with the forced innocence she gave off with every step, with every question.

“What are you thinking, Donna?” I said to myself, daydreaming again, thinking about her, about (Y/N), about the beautiful girl who lived with me, and who seemed so unattainable.

I don't even know why she seemed unattainable to me… she was mine…

“Donna, Donna!” a screech pulled me out of my dolls, Angie.

The puppet came running to the workshop, annoyingly pulling at my dress, in panic.

“Cazzo,” I swore, dropping the needle and thread and pulling the doll away from my clothes. “Angie, basta!”

“You have to come quickly, Donna, intruders, intruders in the house” the doll said, gesturing for me to pick her up.

“Intruders? What about (Y/N)?” I asked, quickly getting up from the chair and running to the elevator.

“See for yourself,” the puppet said.

When I got to the top, already covered with my black veil, there she was, (Y/N), with her hands raised. In front of her, two men from the village, pointing a shotgun at the young woman.

“I repeat, weirdo, it's not you we're after,” one of them said. “Where's Beneviento?”

“Y-You can't hurt Donna, she's nice to me, she takes care of me,” (Y/N) answered.

“You shitty guard,” Angie commented, while I hid behind a wall. For some reason, I was very curious to know how it all ended.

“Nice?” the man with the shotgun said, laughing mockingly. “Who are you, her little whore?”

“I'm the guard dog,” (Y/N) hissed, lowering her hands and kicking the floor.

A laugh bounced off the walls, the two men laughed amused at the young woman's submissive attitude.

“Oddio…” I wailed, ready to intervene.

“You? Oh, how scary…” one of the men continued mockingly. “Come on, get out of the way, weirdo.”

“You're not going to hurt Donna,” the young woman growled, her gaze darkening, her breathing quickening.

“Oh, wait, wait,” Angie indicated, leaning over the wall. “This is getting interesting.”

“You can't hurt her!” (Y/N) shrieked, her voice changing until it sounded like a furious roar.

The convulsions weren’t long in coming and, with them the familiar sound of clothes tearing, the monster's fur hiding its soft skin. The vârcolac inside her emerged, hiding her beauty, turning her into a monster that made the guests pale.

“Shit,” one of them said, throwing away the gun and running towards the door, followed by his companion.

The creature growled again, before walking quickly, chasing them towards the exit. I couldn't see what happened, only screams of agony and pleadings could be heard in the distance.

Shortly after, the mutated wolf returned, its fur covered in blood and a murderous look.

“Donna, do something... she's going to eat us,” Angie told me, while I came out of the wall and slowly approached, ready to act, to give her back her beauty.

Luckily, it wasn't necessary. The creature convulsed again, falling to the floor, turning into that beautiful young woman, the naked young woman I met weeks ago.

“(Y/N),” I said, bending down to check that she hadn't been hurt. “Tutto bene?”

The girl smiled slowly, looking at me out of the corner of her eye as she caught her breath.

“I-I don't understand,” she said in a tender voice, pushing away the monster inside her. “You always talk weird.”

“Weird?” I asked, smiling too, shaking my head. “Um, I... have they hurt you, (Y/N)?”

“N-no,” she answered, looking at her naked body. “They're gone... I made them fall off the cliff... they wanted to hurt you,” she explained, getting nervous.

“They haven't, thanks to you,” I said, reassuring her with my voice, helping her up.

“Have I been good?” the girl asked expectantly, which made me look at Angie strangely.

The doll, simply, shrugged.

“Yes, of course, (Y/N), you have protected me,” I affirmed, checking that she wasn’t really hurt. “Well done.”

“Great,” she said with a radiant smile, jumping for joy. “Have you seen me, Angie?”

“I have,” the doll said, nodding slowly. “You have earned your dinner, (Y/N).”

“Yes,” she whispered with another jump, expecting something from me, something that I didn’t understand. “So… will you continue to be nice to me? To take care of me?”

“Um, um, I…” I stammered, still not understanding her insecure and strange behavior, but finding it cute in its own way. “Of course, (Y/N), you are part of the family.”

“Family…” (Y/N) sighed, looking around. “Family? You mean…? You say that I…? I have a family? Am I your family?”

“Um yeah, sure,” I said without really knowing why, before (Y/N) pounced on me, wrapping her arms around me, pressing her head against my chest. “L-Lasciami…” I protested at the discomfort of her naked body hugging me, moving my hands away so as not to make contact with her skin, something too tempting.

“I always wanted a family,” she murmured in a sweet voice, not letting me go despite my resistance.

“Basta, basta…” I insisted, grabbing her wrists.

“Mm, I like when you talk weird,” the girl sighed, ignoring my attempts to push her away, hugging me even tighter.

“Okay, let me go,” I said in a more authoritative voice.

She finally pulled away after one last squeeze, putting on an innocent look, playing with her ankle on the floor.

“Gods… Go get dressed, will you?” I ordered her, looking away from her nakedness, something complicated, too complicated.

“I'm fine,” she said, shrugging. “I'm fine because I've made you happy.”

“You have to put some clothes on, do you hear me? You shouldn’t be naked” I told her, covering my eye with my hand to avoid looking at her curves, some attractive ones, ones in which I could lose myself forever.

“If that's what you want, I'll do it,” (Y/N) said excitedly, comically running to her room.

I sighed in relief at losing sight of her beauty, and relaxed my body, at least until I saw evil eyes watching me with interest.

“What?” I asked Angie, who didn't look away.

“Oh, oh, oh…” the doll mocked, walking around me. “You seem to like the girl a lot, huh?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked shaking my head, pretending that nothing was happening, that my heart wasn't beating too fast.

“Come on, Donna, you can't lie to me. You like the girl, just say it,” Angie said, pulling at my dress.

“Mm, she's nice, and beautiful, but that doesn't mean anything,” I admitted without problem with a slightly arrogant tone.

“Oh, sure, sure… what's that?” the doll asked, pointing at my dress, slightly deformed by a treacherous erection.

“Cazzo,” I protested, hiding my arousal as best I could. “It's just that... I... It was by accident... it's not every day that a naked girl hugs you, you know? But... but what am I doing giving explanations to my doll?” I asked again, fleeing from her words and accusations. “I'm going to the workshop and you... you should stop making stupid insinuations, is that clear?”

I could try to fool Angie, but I couldn't fool myself. I definitely liked that girl. I felt something about her that I thought I would never feel.

Love was something I had long forgotten about. I wasn't capable of feeling it, I wasn't capable of loving, or so I thought.

Even when Alcina offered me a maid to vent, I couldn't get anything but just physical pleasure. No one could ever love me, I couldn't ever love anyone, but then (Y/N) appeared: a wounded girl, her mind shattered by Mother Miranda's experiments, a girl who longed for a home, a purpose; a kind, captivating, innocent girl...

I couldn't feel that way, I felt bad for doing it, for starting to stop imagining nonexistent girls when I masturbated, and start thinking about her. I knew it was wrong, that I was taking advantage of her innocence, but I couldn't feel guilty for loving, for igniting something in my heart that I thought would never come back.

That incident with the intruders made things worse. (Y/N) began to lose the fear she had left, approaching me when I was in the workshop, asking me about my dolls, about the food I prepared for her, about the strange language she liked so much.

It was as if, knowing her purpose, knowing that she finally had a family, something inside her had been unlocked.

It was very difficult not to feel sorry for her, but it was even harder to separate myself from her warmth, from her innocent displays of affection, which, little by little, became an addiction for me.

“That's it... slowly... it's almost done,” I whispered in a patient tone, sitting on the sofa next to (Y/N), who insisted on learning to sew. I couldn't refuse her, I couldn't deny her anything.

“Today I remembered something again,” she commented, with a comical face of concentration while she embroidered on the fabric. “I remember running with an apple in my hand… I remember being very hungry.”

“That's over, (Y/N),” I said with a serious tone, placing her hands in the correct position. “You're with me now.”

“When… when I remember those bad things… I think about you and it goes away… do you have those powers?” she asked innocently, giving a last stitch to the embroidery.

“Mm, I guess I haven’t,” I said laughing tenderly, being watched by Angie, who made fun of me with exaggerated gestures. “But I'm glad you think that way… Mm… fammi dare un' occhiata…” I murmured, taking the piece of fabric,

“You've spoken weird again,” (Y/N) commented, her cheeks blushing. “Can you teach me?”

“Mm, do you want to learn Italian?” I asked, going over the seams with my fingers.

“That way I could talk weird like you,” she said with that penetrating, innocent voice, leaning over my shoulder to look at her work. “W-Well, how did I do it? I-It's my name, see? Just like you told me.”

“Mm,” I murmured with a smile, handing her the fabric back. “Not bad at all, (Y/N), soon you'll be able to help me with the dolls, what do you think?”

“Oh, really? I'd like that,” the girl said enthusiastically, smiling and hugging me again. I never got used to her hugs. “I want to help you”

I smiled again, letting my hand travel to her head, placing a lock of hair behind her ear and sighing in a melancholic way.

She smiled back at me and did something… something I didn't expect. She quickly placed her lips on mine. I couldn't tell if it was a mistake or if it really was a kiss. What I do know is that I was completely paralyzed.

“(Y/N),” I managed to say after a few seconds of silence.

“Did it bother you?” she asked, shyly moving away. “I wanted to show you some gratitude and… affection, just like in that movie we watched to the other night, remember? The boy and the girl kissed and… well, I wanted to know how it felt.”

“So, how does it feel?” I asked in a low tone, moving away from the temptation to take her right there.

“It feels good…” she sighed. “I want to do it again, would you like that?”

“Of course she would like that, silly girl!” Angie added, yelling shrilly and killing the moment.

“Angie!” I protested. “Fuori!”

I couldn't continue complaining, as the young woman brought my face back to hers, kissing me again, letting herself be carried away by my clumsy but sure movements, caressing my lips with hers, my hands traveling along her neck, warming up the atmosphere.

“Donna, I like to kiss you,” (Y/N) said as she pulled away, biting her lip, losing a little of that innocent look. “I feel good when I do it... could I do it more times?”

“Um...” I murmured confused, with my breathing agitated and the heat rising through my body. “Yes, yes of course, as many times as you want, tesoro...”

I couldn't tell if it was simple affection or if that girl, miraculously, felt something for me. I didn't want to give it too much thought, I had what I wanted.

Her kisses, her caresses were heaven, there was no trace of that disgusting vârcolac in her eyes, there was no monster inside her, only love, affection; I don't know how to call it.

That exploration of physical contact increased, becoming a habit in each of our encounters. Doubt killed me, guilt tormented me. Was I really taking advantage of her? I didn't know, I didn't want to know, and unfortunately, I stopped caring.

The nights changed, they stopped being cold and lonely. Her body hugged mine in my bed, innocently, not wanting to break that mysterious magic that surrounded our relationship, whatever it was.

I was afraid to ask, to tell her that I loved her, that I wanted her to stop calling herself "guard dog." I wanted her for myself, only for myself, to love like I had never done before, to take her, hug her, caress her... to have her by my side.

I didn't know if there was something, but I did feel it. She was mine and I... I was hers. Somehow I knew it, I knew there was that something between us, that thing I longed for so much and that I never dared to ask.

They were the best months of my life, but I knew that sooner or later there would be some kind of problem and that one, in particular, had a name and surname: Alcina Dimitrescu.

“Here you go, dear,” the lady of the castle whispered, placing a cup of tea in front of (Y/N), during an almost obligatory visit to the castle.

Of course, the rumor of the vârcolac-girl who lived with me spread quickly and I couldn't stop my sister from wanting to meet her.

“Oh, for me? Thank you,” (Y/N) sighed, doing something I will never forget.

She got up from the armchair, throwing herself into my sister's arms, hugging her quickly, just as she did with me. Anger began to invade me silently and even more so when I saw Alcina's mischievous smile and a look that made me tremble.

“Oh, how effusive,” the lady in white said, returning my girl's hug, with a tender smile. “You're lovely, aren't you?”

“Donna says I am,” (Y/N) answered, sitting down next to me again, playing erratically with my fingers.

“Mm, I see… so tell me, Donna, do you think you'd let her spend some time with us? We also need a guard dog…” Alcina murmured in a seductive voice, as if she was laughing at me. Nobody laughs at me.

“Here, in the castle?” my girl asked. “Whoa… would you take care of me too?”

“Oh, of course,” my sister answered, making me stand up abruptly, pulling the young woman's hand, forcing her to stand up again. “Donna, dear, what's wrong?”

“We're leaving,” I growled furiously, feeling how little by little I was losing control. But I wouldn't do it in front of my sister, not at all.

“Now?” (Y/N) asked, being dragged by my abrupt steps. “G-Goodbye, Alcina.”

I didn't want to hear an answer. I only heard a sinister laugh as I walked back to the mansion. Normally (Y/N) and I would take little walks around the grounds, holding hands, I loved that… But this time my steps were fast and (Y/N)'s breathing seemed to fail her.

Once in the house, I pushed the poor girl inside, slamming the door.

“Donna? What's wrong?” she asked, looking for Angie with her eyes.

“Yes, Donna, what's wrong with you? I was going to play poker with the girls and…” the doll complained, crossing her arms.

“Fuori! Get out of my sight, Angie!” I shouted furiously, eaten away by sudden jealousy, losing my mind, letting madness take over me.

“Donna, why are you shouting? Are the voices in your head hurting you again?” (Y/N) asked, putting a hand on my shoulder, one that I pushed away with a growl.

“No…” I sighed, laughing nervously. “No, (Y/N), you hurt me,” I said, pointing at her unpleasantly.

“Have I done something wrong? Have I not been good?” the girl asked with a sad look, like a child who is being scolded.

“No, (Y/N) you haven’t been good,” I said with a sinister smile, one that I regret, grabbing the scared (Y/N) by the collar of her dress. “What do you think you are?! Huh!? Who do you think you are to flirt with my sister?”

“What?” she asked, grabbing my wrists.

“Cazzo…” I growled, pushing her away and releasing her from my grip. “Listen to me, silly girl, you… you are mine, do you understand? Mine! And I won’t tolerate you being seduced by anyone, do you hear me? No one can touch what is mine!”

“Seduce?”

“Don't play dumb with me, bitch, why did you hug her?” I asked furiously, holding back my dominant instinct, my desire to slap her and claim her body roughly.

“The tall lady? I wanted, I wanted to show her some gratitude and… I-I'm not a bitch,” she said, defending herself clumsily, lowering her head.

“You seem like one, (Y/N),” I hissed, with a cold, dominant look, completely out of my mind. “You only have to show affection to me, to me! To no one else, is that clear? To no one else!”

“Donna, relax,” Angie whispered, hidden behind a piece of furniture. “You're losing your mind again…”

“Taci!”

“Have I been naughty?” (Y/N) asked again, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I didn't want to be naughty, I didn't know that…”

I sighed, calming down a little and clenching my fists on either side of my hips, moving closer to her, hoping, praying that she wouldn't back down, that my madness hadn't scared her away again.

“I know, you're a good girl, aren't you?” I whispered, caressing her cheek with my trembling hands, repressing my anger as much as I could, thinking of a solution, thinking of what I could do to make her mine.

“Yes, I'm good,” she said, sobbing and shaking at my touch, a horrible sight I didn't want to see. “I'll never hug anyone else, I promise.”

“Mm, you're mine, right?” I asked, darkening my voice, moving closer. “Is that what you want, (Y/N)?”

“Y-Yes, I want to be yours, only yours,” the girl repeated. “With you I’m happy, with you I feel… I feel things… and… I think, I think I love you, Donna.”

“Oh, bella, I love you too,” I sighed, happy to have heard those words, but with my sister's gaze still in my mind, with jealousy still attacking my conscience. “We can't let anyone separate us.”

I knew what I was doing, I knew I was playing with her mind, manipulating her will, but I couldn't do anything else, I needed her, I loved her, she had to be mine, and everyone should know it.

“We can’t, Donna,” she said, closing her eyes due to my caresses.

I could brand her with a hot iron, I could tattoo my name on her, I could force her to always be by my side, tie her with a leash like a good dog but… no. None of those ideas convinced me. I had to do something.

(Y/N) was the best thing that had ever happened to me, Mother Miranda gave her to me, only me.

My siblings were like vultures, they were selfish… they always wanted everything for themselves but… but maybe there was a way, a way to mark her forever, to let every last stupid villager know that she was and would always be mine.

“Vieni,” I whispered, grabbing her wrist, pulling her weak body towards the elevator.

“Are you going to punish me?” she asked scared as we went down to the basement.

No, she couldn't make me feel guilty, so I silenced her with a deep kiss.

“So you're not angry anymore?” (Y/N) asked with a new, special smile, letting my hand guide hers.

“No,” I said dryly, entering the bedroom and taking a breath. I had wanted to do that for so long…

To take her innocence, to claim her body, and also to make it clear to this whole damn village that (Y/N) was, and would be mine forever. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.

“Get naked,” I ordered her, moving away, giving her some room.

I expected a refusal, a hesitation, but there was none of that. (Y/N) nodded immediately, beginning to untie her dress clumsily.

“I thought you didn’t like seeing me naked,” she commented, getting rid of the last remaining piece of clothing.

“Nonsense, your body is beautiful,” I said, repressing the erratic blinking of my eye, a sign that my madness hadn’t dissipated yet. Not that I wanted it to dissipate, either. “On the bed, lie down.”

“Is it some kind of game?” the girl asked innocently, almost tenderly, obeying without asking, without complaining.

“Mm, maybe,” I said with a satisfied smile, discreetly stimulating myself over the dress, undoing the buttons on the top with my free hand. “Be still, mm?”

“Now you're naked too,” (Y/N) joked when the clothes disappeared from my body and I approached slowly, gently stimulating my erection.

Not wanting to hear her innocence once again, I kissed her, kissed her deeply, letting myself fall on top of her naked body, caressing her skin with mine, my hands traveling through all those corners that I had wanted to visit for a long time.

She laughed with every kiss on her neck, every time my fingers gently squeezed her nipples, every time our breasts brushed, every time my skin became hot with hers. Her shy and innocent hands began to explore my paleness, curiously, discreetly.

I smiled with satisfaction, regretting not having tried it before. But a much darker purpose dominated our first time. Things were as they were, and (Y/N) would be mine forever.

“Spread your legs, (Y/N),” I ordered, helping her obey with my hands, contemplating the moisture that my actions caused on her body, the reaction that my kisses, my… affection caused.

“Okay…” she hummed, gasping in surprise when my fingers ran slowly through her folds. “What you're doing… It feels… good…”

Her expressions excited me even more. (Y/N) closed her eyes, writhing when I began to form circles on her clit, when the tip of my fingers slowly reached her entrance.

“More, more please, Donna,” she begged, scratching my back, moaning in pleasure at this new sensation, something that made me smile and decide that now wasn’t the time to play.

“More? Va bene… look at me, (Y/N),” I said, removing my hand and guiding her face to mine. “Look at me while I make you mine, tesoro.”

She obeyed expectantly as I positioned my trembling shaft in her wetness, playing with her folds, smearing myself with her essence before slowly inserting the tip, something that twisted her face and forced her to move away.

“Ah, Donna, it hurts…” (Y/N) complained with a pitiful look.

I sighed, nodding, pretending that I understood her pain, that I would be patient. I didn't know how long I could resist taking her hard.

“I know, tesoro, hold on a little, okay?” I whispered in her ear, covering her beautiful face with my kisses, distracting her from the discomfort of losing her innocence.

I moaned uncontrollably when I was completely inside her, when I felt her body stretching for me, only for me. She was so tight and so wet… I thought I would lose my mind even more.

“W-Wait… this… this feels even better…” the girl moaned, relieved because the pain had passed, placing her body in a more comfortable position. “I want more.”

“Mm,” I murmured, starting to move my hips, sliding along her walls comfortably, following the rhythm of her moans, of her body reacting to my erection inside her.

The moans became unpredictable and my hands scratched her skin. The subtlety disappeared when her legs wrapped around my waist, when her body pulled mine deeper, further inside.

“More, more!” the young woman shrieked, adapting too well to my frenetic pace, taking everything, trapping me in her wetness in an irresistible way. “More!”

“Così bagnata…” I growled raising her legs, grabbing them as my hips rammed into her, while my gaze was lost in her gestures, in her body trembling with pleasure. “Sei mia, (Y/N)”

“Donna, I, I feel…” she gasped, trapping my erection even more between her walls, stimulating it with terribly pleasurable movements while her body tensed, releasing itself with a scream that surely even Alcina would have heard. I wish she have.

“Cazzo…” I growled, not losing that stimulation while her body relaxed, being on the edge, about to make her completely mine forever. “Sto… sto… sto per venire!”

Not wanting to hold out any longer, I released myself inside her, letting my seed settle on her body, my heat flooding her walls while sweat soaked my back.

Wanting to make sure I got what I wanted, I didn't pull out. I stayed inside her, my cock bathed in our release, feeling the warmth, the comfort of knowing she would be mine forever.

“It was so funny,” (Y/N) said, kissing me boldly, sighing and letting herself fall completely onto the bed. “Can we do it again? Come on, please, again,” she begged, moving away from me and joining her hands.

“Um... w-well... wait a bit, will you?” I said, laughing nervously, trying to catch my breath. “I'm not a machine, I need a moment.”

“Damn,” she protested pouting, lying down exhausted.

I settled down next to her, kissing her softly, letting her head rest on my chest, our sweat mixing.

“(Y/N),” I said, moving her shoulders as she was falling asleep. “You’ve been a good girl, you know? You've taken it so well…”

“Mm… I’m a good girl…” she repeated sleepily. “I love you, Donna.”

I laughed, kissing her hair, but looking away. I wondered if she really knew what the consequences were, what my intentions were.

“Now we have to wait, (Y/N). If I haven't succeeded, I'll keep trying. I won't stop until I get you pregnant,” I whispered in a dark voice, but trying not to scare her.

“Oh, um, a baby?” she asked, opening her eyes wide. “That makes sense. That way everyone will know I'm yours, right?”

“You're a smart girl,” I laughed satisfied, kissing her softly. “Yes, amore mio, you will carry my child and everyone will see how beautiful you are with my baby growing inside you…”

“It's great,” the girl sighed, making me frown. I certainly didn't expect that reaction, not at all. “We can finally be a real family…”

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simp-ly-writes · 6 months ago

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Love is Blind

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Smosh Games is making another title in the smash hit board game series, love is blind, but is it all fun and games- or will you actually end up winning something worth a lot more?

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, super tooth-rotting fluff, part social media au, suggestive themes, attempt at humour, a bit chaotic but the vibes are there.

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─ · · A/N: let us all thank the anon that sent this request it! 😊

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"Hello everyone and welcome to the Smosh Games channel today we will be finding out is definitively, is love truly blind? And as you can all see, I am joined here with (name), Amanda, Arasha, Olivia, Spencer, Chance, and Trevor for the first time in this shows history!" Angela introduces the viewer as you all way and cheer for Trevor who hides behind his wine glass with a playful smile.

"How are we all feeling today?" Angela asks the table and Amanda leads first. "Heyyyy, My names Amanda I'm 25 and my friends told me to come on this show. I ummmm, am from New York, yaaa! And I love to party, I work as a marketing assistant!"

"Hi, I'm Olivia, 44, I was told we win money on this show-?" Amanda leans over whispering a loud no, and you laugh as her shoulder drop. "Well, I was going to be on this show to win but now I'm just here for the drama and if I find love, great, whatever- I work as a scientist, can make more money."

"Hello, Name's Trevor and I work in digital media, I-uh am 20-something and love to cook!"

"Its Arasha and I am 20, this is being filmed and Europe so don't you dare take this glass away from me! I work in Digital media as well and if my first date is a walk on the beach, just know that there won't be a second date, m-kay?"

"Sup, I'm straight-Chance and you all have no-chance if I'm the other one in a love triangle. I am 22 and work as an actor, catch me in films you never knew about!"

"I'm Angela, 50, sales, have been divorced thrice and am looking for my fourth special-someone."

"Ummm, hi? I'm (name) i'm (age), and work also in Digital Media. I-uh love table-top games and yeah"

"Hi, I'm Spencer, 33, and also love table-top gaming..." You and Spencer both look at one another with a smile before looking towards Angela as she quickly goes over the rules and the game commences.

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Early on, you were not matching with anyone and that was making you nervous. Sure it was a silly game in all but you were competitive nonetheless and seeing as Olivia, Amanda, and Chance all had multiple connections while you had one and nearly a half, you knew that your odds didn't look great.

"Okay!" it was your turn to read out a question card. "For a date I would: A. Rather stay inside, B. Go out to Dinner. C. Go for a Walk-"

"Fuck the walk," Olivia slammed her card down before you could even show your decision, the cast erupted with laughter as you didn't bat an eyelash and turned over your card. "I said A. Stay Inside. I was thinking we could have a movie night at home or just order in. More intimate that way," you explain. Suddenly feeling the reality of the game come to life as you nervously waited on your peers answers.

"the results are in and only one A... hm" you commented, checking it off on your card with a small from. This unknown person was really running away with your scorecard, only one more point and you could propose- potentially winning the game. It was time to lock it in.

Round after round, question after question, you and this person were connecting effortlessly, it even had you questioning if you had both broken the game by how in-sync your answers were. So much so that the other members of cast started wiggling their eyebrows in your direction as your cheeks warmed.

"Okay guys! Its only just a game but a game I do intend to win!"

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So focused on creating a strategy to match your unknown match, you were none the wiser to Angela calling out your name multiple times.

"C'mon you are sounding like my ex-wives, never listening to me. Please stand up, I have something to say, no one else is playing the purple character" Angela yelled across the table, pointing in your face as you held your hands up and walked around to stand in front of the table.

"(name), even though we both have not known one another for long, I have fallen so in love with you. More in love than my other two, or was it three wives? and however many children I father... just know that I want to have you be mine. Please marry me?" Angelas voice cracks near the end, she conceals her laughter by biting her shoulder as you bring up your hands to your mouth to do the same.

Your eyes are clouding in tears before you burst out in laughter and say no, watching as she collapses to her side and bellows out dramatic cries before standing back up and asking Olivia to come over, they both end up getting engaged.

"I would actually like to call someone forward. If the blue character could greet me at the front, please." And to your shock (and internal horror yet delight), Spencer steps forwards, your eyes wide as saucers as he smiles at you. Forgetting what to do Spencer looks down, reminding you to propose much to everyones enjoyment and your embarrassment as Tommy shouts out from behind the camera, "Could love truly be blind???"

"Shut-up, please! Spencer, I-uh. Well we have connected a lot over this game, we see eye-to-eye and have formed a meaningful connection over these hours that have felt like years. I never knew someone could match my freak, so to speak and would you do me the honour of marrying me?" you take the ring out of your back pocket, presenting it to Spencer who appears to have the blush of his own.

You both stand their still in that moment, forgetting the cast, crew, and cameras, "yes, I do- I mean yes I will marry you." Standing up to place the ring on his finger, you both hug and hold each other for a moment too long for what should be a cut scene before taking to your seats.

In all honesty, you both forget that you are still holding each others hands after the cut-scene and it carries through to the end of the game.

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The drama continues yet for you and Spencer, it was smooth sailing as you both did not go out looking for a 'better connection' and end up making it to your wedding day. you keep having to remind yourself that this is a mere fantasy, a game but it feels too real as Spencer takes your hands in his own, smiling and whispering jokes for only you to hear as Tommy reads out your vows.

"And do you, Spencer, take (name) to be your lawfully wedded spouse? In sickness and in health? For richer or poorer? For both as long as you shall live always?"

"yes, I do," Spencer says, placing the ring on your finger, bringing it up to his face for a kiss as your face heats up more than it has all game. "And (name) do you take Spencer to be your lawfully wedded spouse? In sickness and in health? For richer or poorer? For both as long as you shall live always?"

"I do." And the cast and crew all stand and cheer as in that moment you both debate on kissing one another. "Are you playing?-"

"Never," Spencer eases your worries, "could I kiss you?" he asks in a soft tone, wanting to cherish the moment you both know to be real.

"Yes, please." And then his lips are on your own, the world silenced yet again, his had cupping your cheek as you lean into his touch.

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When the cameras cut, your lips still tingling and your face set with an unmoving smile that Spencer mirrors. You two are the only ones left on the set as Spencer leans against the table, "I know this seems a bit weird considering that we're married-" you laugh before asking him to continue with hopeful eyes as he reaches out to hold your hand, you accept, fingers intertwining.

"Would you want to go out sometime?"

"Yes, I would really like that."

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thelonestarinthesky · 3 months ago

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pairing: senku x f!reader

chapter 1 of 2/2-i.senku series

a/n: the next chapters are gonna be flashbacks until the story is back to the present!!

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Standing in the village cemetery among the gravestones, Ruri and Senku shared a moment of quiet reflection. "I wanted to ask; the reason you requested a divorce immediately after becoming chief is that you already have someone waiting for you, right?" she asked softly.

"She was mentioned in the hundredth tale," Senku replied, his hand twitching at the thought. "Correct?" Ruri's silence answered this.

"That's right. I'm not surprised my father included her in the hundredth tale; he was rather fond of her." Ruri noticed how tense he became at the mention of this girl.

"... You didn't say a word about her when I became chief. The rules stated that to participate in the Grand Bout, you needed to be over 14 and unmarried," he pointed out.

The blonde girl smiled knowingly. "I thought it was best to leave out that small detail," she chuckled, glancing up at the stars. "... That you already have a wife."

Senku looked at her in disbelief. "I don't—" He paused, then sighed. "... Yes, I have a wife," he admitted, though it sounded forced. "You mentioned that she's in the hundredth tale; what is her story?"

"Sleeping Beauty," Ruri began, prompting a visible cringe from Senku. 'Of course, my old man would think of something like that,' he thought.

"Before the princess became Sleeping Beauty, she lived a peaceful life. She had family, friends, and a lover. But at the age of 16, her health deteriorated. She was supposed to get better, but one day, she fell asleep and never woke up. To this day, she remains in that deep slumber, waiting for her lover," Ruri concluded. "This story is exactly meant to teach survival skills, don't ignore a hit to your head even if you think it's nothing serious because it could be more serious in the end."

A silence settled between them before Senku looked up at the night sky, a breeze swaying them slightly. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to keep this between us."

"Of course," the priestess replied, smiling softly. "If that's what you want."

"[Name]—that's what her name is. She's my lover. We've known each other since childhood, long before the world turned to stone. Love is illogical, yet..."

His eyes began to well up with tears, but he blinked them away. "I'm going to bring her back once the Kingdom of Science is stable enough for her," he said, determination in his voice, grinning. "That's the least I can do for her."

"I look forward to meeting her," Ruri said with a warm smile. "You'll love her; I'm a billion percent sure," Senku added quietly.

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"Come on, Senku. We're going to see an old friend of mine," Byakuya urged as he tried to coax a young Senku out of his room. "You've been reading all day. My friend has a daughter your age!"

Somehow, Byakuya managed to get Senku out of the house and into his car. They drove off and soon arrived at a large gated mansion, where Senku saw men unloading furniture from trucks.

"Old man, is your friend loaded?" Senku asked, curiosity piqued.

"He's the CEO of a company that makes advanced machines." This caught Senku's interest significantly. Byakuya was let in by the guard at the gates, and he parked the car. As soon as the car was turned off, Senku bolted out.

The little boy ran over to where a man stood, giving orders to the workers carrying out furniture. "Where are the machines?!" Senku exclaimed, excitement bubbling over as Byakuya hurried behind him.

"Sorry, friend. This is Senku, my son," Byakuya said, guiding Senku to stop being rude and properly introduce himself. "This is the little guy I've been talking about. He's a year younger than your daughter, so we should be able to arrange a playdate."

"No way," Senku replied bluntly. "I don't want a stupid playdate. I want to see the machines you make." The red-eyed boy said to the man, who smiled down at him, intrigued.

"He's just as you described, Byakuya," the man chuckled, patting Senku on the head. "My daughter will definitely get along with him. Young man, if you want to see those machines, I’ll make you a deal."

Senku pouted at this. "A playdate with my adorable daughter. I think it would benefit you if he got along with the heir to my company."

"Deal," the green-haired boy said, a bit annoyed, but willing to do anything to see how those machines worked.

"...I don't think you should be encouraging him," Byakuya remarked, sweat dripping down his forehead as he noted Senku's determined expression.

"One playdate, and that's it," the little boy declared, grinning up at the man, who simply smiled back. Senku couldn't help but think how easy this was going to be; soon, he'd have access to the most advanced technology Japan had to offer. With his hands on his hips and a proud grin on his face, he said, "Alright, where's the little brat? I need to meet her."

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kiss-cupid · 4 months ago

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Hello! Your writing is CRUNCHY in the best possible way. Could I request I request a short story with Idia and an introverted idol reader? Hope you have a nice day!

boyfriend's favourite dj w. idia shroud

byi : introverted reader?, reader is an idol, established relationship, idia is your number 1 fan, fluff

a/n : this request really got my brain thinking and i had so much fun writing it!! i haven't wrote idia much so thank you for requesting<33

“Alright, that's a wrap, well done everyone!”

The director’s voice booms throughout the studio, and you feel your muscles finally relax and legs slump forward to a nearby chair, graciously taking a water bottle that was offered to you.

At last you were finished with recording the final part of a music video for a new song that you wrote for an upcoming anime.

Chugging the cold liquid, you pause to exchange thanks and praises with the staff members, declining any invitations to go out and eat afterwards but nobody took offense to that, they already knew your answer anyway.

Despite being well known in the idol community for being energetic and sociable that persona couldn't be further from the truth.

In reality, you’re an introverted mess who would rather stay locked away in your room and play games all day. Unfortunately you’re an idol but it pays well at least and you had some fun.

Unlocking the door leading to your changing room to get into more comfortable and less ‘hey i’m a famous idol’ clothes, you check your phone to reveal a bunch of notifications from Blue Nerd.

Scrolling through them as you get changed out of the tight fitting costume, you laugh at his freak out at the announcement of the music video, the word ‘traitor’ being said multiple times.

Leaving the building after nodding to the receptionist and saying a few goodbyes, you press the call button, lifting your phone up to your ear as you pull up the hood paired with a mask.

“I’m going to the ramen place near my work, do you want your usual?”

You continue on your usual route back home, listening to the faded background noise of the song you just recorded playing and quiet noises of a finger tapping to the beat.

“Idia..? Come on, you better not be serious about ignoring me.”

A moment of silence passes as you anxiously pace down the streets, underestimating the lengths your boyfriend would go to.

Until a familiar grumble was heard closer to the speaker now, and a familiar voice speaks from it.

“Traitor. Is this why you weren't able to do our daily farming sessions..”

You sigh, energy returning whenever you speak to him.

“It was supposed to be a surprise, and you always take care of my account whenever I'm busy with being a super cute idol”

His laugh cuts through the speaker at the high pitch tone you usually use for talking with fans and live videos.

Another silence passes between you but it wasn't the uncomfortable one you got when he had intentionally ignored you.

“So what did you think of the song?”

You ask, curious for his reaction since this song was one that you worked the most on during the past few months.

“It’s a bit different from what you're usually known for but I liked it. The beat was smoothing and while the lyrics were cheesy it was..nice.”

A wave of relief passes through you and a breath you didn't know you were holding escaped.

He liked the song, it was good. Great actually.

“A-anyways you were on about ramen, does that mean you're coming over?”

Entering the shop, you pass a nod to the owner who was already getting started on both of your usual orders, being a regular has its perks.

“I haven’t seen you in forever and I know you're dying to ramble about my song”-and to not make this more love cheesy-”nerd.”

Idia groans again embarrassed, you could imagine his face blooming a pretty shade of pink to match his hair.

“Will you stay on call with me, just until I get home?”

A loud gasp shot through the speaker then silence again until you hear a familiar game loading in the background.

A new update came out for it and you haven't had the time to check it out so Idia will probably commentate it for you as he plays through it.

“Sure, sure, sure… just until you get h-home.”

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asce-of-hearts · 2 months ago

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If your requests are still open is it all right if I ask for a yandere Bloody Painter with a female

Darling

Maybe where he kidnaps her but she's obedient and knows trying to run away won't end well and she's scared of him

And if it's okay can I please ask for smut with it if that's all right

Mutt

Contents: Yandere!Bloody Painter with a very submissive fem!darling smut.

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WARNINGS: KIDNAPPING, THREATHENING, HARD YANDERE, HELEN IS SORT OF A CUNT, EVIL FUCKED UP SEX, FEM!READER (NO BODY TYPE SPECIFIED), LOTS OF DIALOG AS USUAL, BLOOD AND MORE BLOOD, NON-CON/DUB-CON, UNCONVENTIONAL USE OF A KNIFE.

"Stay." He orders as he looks at you, almost disdainingly. His eyes are dark, looking at you with tiredness. You remain sitting on your knees over the comfortable mattress he laid out for you to sleep in, inside a locked room to which there's only one key, no windows. Only a television, the mattress, pillows and blankets and some books to keep yourself entertained.

You obey, because you're terrified. You only nod, looking at him wide eyed as he sets the plates of food in front of you. White rice, some kind of meat, a glass of water.

"Can I trust you with a real knife? Or do I have to hand feed you so you won't get any stupid ideas," The word stupid is said with anger, as if he's daring you to try and attack him. You only shake your head in disagreement, he frowns. "Use your words, I won't kill you for talking... just for screaming." He murmurs the last part, averting his gaze.

"I can use the knife, but... whatever you feel most comfortable with." You answer him in a meek whisper, and his expression relaxes. He hands you a small knife by the handle, well mannered as usual. He stops for a second, only staring at you, making you fluster, heat rising to your face just a bit.

"Do you want me to leave or do you want to eat with me?" He asks, rather curtly, he always sounds upset, like he's mad at you for some unknown reason.

"Ah? Oh. A-At a table?"

"Where else?" Both of your brows furrow, and nervousness makes you look away from each other.

"Well- Uhm... If- If I could that would be nice, I suppose..."

He takes the knife away from your hands, and stands tall over you.

"Carry your plate to the table, I'll be there in a minute once I serve myself." You nod, he nods. You both go to do your own thing.

The house he has you in is modest, elegant almost. The only decorations he has are some strange artwork using what seems to be resin hands and eyes, your own face at times looking at your soul from paintings you don't know when he painted. You carefully set yourself at the table, looking at your feet in fear of what he will do if he finds you staring at his bizarre decors.

"Eat." His voice gets you out of your train of thought, you only nod again, and slowly start to eat. You don't look at him, and neither does he look at you, only focusing on the task at hand. The sounds of silverware clanking against each other the only thing preventing you from going mad, and him from pouncing over you. You do that to him, get him murderous for some reason. "Is it to your liking?"

"Yes, it's quite alright. The flavo-"

"Not the food. The art." He asks, now staring at you from across the table. You look around, taking it in. You try to mask the deep breath you're taking.

"I... I don't know much about art to give an opinion. But... but it's interesting." You murmur, not knowing what else to say. It's bizarre, disturbing even, but you don't know if he would explode at you if you told him so. His eyes narrow into thin slits as he takes in your words, but his expression relaxes ultimately.

"I will educate you, don't worry." He answers, putting you at ease for the moment. "You will learn to like the art... and to like me." You don't say anything, only nod at his words. He's standing next to you in a second, tall and menacing, his hand, veiny and calloused from use grips at your jaw with force. "Look at me when I'm speaking." Your breath hitches, and you do your best to avoid breaking eye contact as you nod. His expression is hard, unreadable, you wonder why he's this way. He's young, he's handsome, but there's this strange, underlying darkness that surrounds him. If it were another situation, you would look at him, really look at him, and try and gather the courage to ask for his number. Unfortunately, the situation isn't that, it's this... mixture of emotions and bloody messes. He steps away from you, letting go, not looking at you as he speaks again. "After you finish eating go and get cleaned, I'm painting you, naked." You try to not cry, sniffling as quietly as you can. "I'll wash the dishes."

His studio has a single ceiling window in multiple colored glasses, the sun light is nice, it's been a while since you felt it. Your body feels exposed, maybe because it is. You're naked, sitting on a soft, velvet vanity sofa, it's almost cliche in nature. He's setting up his equipment, paintings, brushes, water, chemicals.

"Wrist." He orders, and you immediately show it to him. He chooses a small blade, sharp and glinting under the multicolored light of the ceiling window. "Stay." Another order, you comply, and he presses the tip of the blade against your skin, he looks at you, his expression soft. "Breathe in." He whispers, and you do as told, you inhale, and he drags the blade through your skin, blood starting to fall out of the wound. "Breathe out." You exhale, tears in your eyes. He almost seems proud as he collects all of the crimson liquid that falls from the open wound. He presses an alcohol soaked cloth against it once it has stopped bleeding, holding you close as you try and wince away from the sting. He hushes you, a soft, tender kiss pressed over your hair as he carefully bandages the wound. "Good girl, good job. You're so good to me."

He goes back to his station, orders you on how to pose and you comply. Your face looks cute after you've cried, red in the nose, puffed up lips and teary eyes, he smiles. Once you're all set, he stops before painting, considering something.

"I've already painted you crying..." He murmurs to himself, the back to you. "Masturbate."

Your eyes widen.

"Eh?"

"Do it." He orders, growling.

"But- I-" He stands up abruptly, his stool falling as he walks over to you.

"And here I thought you were starting to understand. I'll just have to do it myself," He spreads your legs apart, spits over your cunt and shoves two fingers inside your entrance. You squirm, a choked scream leaving your lips as his free hand traps your wrists. You try and close your legs as he roughly thrusts his fingers in and out, a squelching sound invading the room. "Can't trust nobody, I can't trust anybody. Don't you fucking dare close your legs, you stupid mutt. Keep them open," His eyes are intense, only staring at your leaking entrance as he continues to finger you roughly, a thread of slick and blood mixed together coating one of his fingers. Once his hand tires, erratically he reaches for an instrument. The handle of a knife, expertly held by the blade, is shoved inside you. You cry out, cumming around it. You feel disgusted, violated. And he breathes heavily, still staring at your entrance.

He cut his hand with the knife blade when he did that, but he can ignore the sting of the cut, more blood to paint if that's the case. He pulls it out, you're staring at nothing, sniffling, glowing after your orgasm. He throws the knife away, and sits back on his stool, in front of his canvas. He takes a deep breath, ready to start painting, giving you one last order.

"Stay."

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strawberryblue-blog · 2 months ago

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PABLO GAVI fluff were he comfort the reader after their big argument please love your works 💫

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Our home —Pablo Gavi.

summary: request.

warnings: none. a little of angst, fight, discomfort, cute, soft, clingy.

words count: +2k.

#SEXYNOTE: Happy Valentine's Day 💌 Enjoy it, love you 🎀

The sound of your snort clashing with the overwhelming silence in the living room, interrupting the tranquility of the night. You're standing by the kitchen, hands on your hips and frowning as you stare at the pile of dirty utensils you haven't stopped noticing since you got home. Gavi, he doesn't even look at you. He's sitting on the couch, remote in hand and TV on, seemingly oblivious to your frustration.

"Really?" you ask aloud, turning to him with your arms crossed. "How many times have we talked about this?"

He looks up turning to look at you, surprised, but quickly his expression changes to a mixture of tired and defensive.

"I will do it later" he says nonchalantly as he resumes playing again.

"Yeah, like always" you mutter starting to pick things up. You shake your head as you turn on the water.

"I'll always end up doing it myself anyway" you whisper angrily.

"What are you talking about now?" he replies, setting the controller down on the table and turning to you again.

You ignore him, starting to wash the dishes in the sink. You don't answer because you know it will be in anger, you'd rather shut up again.

"Are you saying I never do?" his voice sounds closer and you can feel his presence.

Making him get up from the couch when he's playing video games is a reward for you.

"That then you don't do shit" you spit loud and clear. "You always say the same thing about the dishes, the laundry, everything you always leave lying around" you reply, pointing to the sink with an exaggerated gesture.

"That's not true" he shriek angrily. "I said I would do it later..."

"When were you going to do it, huh?" you ask interrupting him. "After I do it? Tomorrow when you finish training? When?" you shout.

Gavi frowns but you can see his features look angry. But angrier are you. You're not overreacting. These last months living together has become difficult, you fight constantly, Gavi doesn't help you enough and you understand that he's tired after training or whatever, but you also have your job and that's not why you leave everything like that.

This morning you had left with all the mess, dishes from last night, clothes on the floor next to the washing machine, garbage cans full and when you came back, everything was still the same. And Gavi had the day off today. You expected at least the simple, basic housekeeping. You didn't expect him to deep clean, just tidy up. But he'd clearly spent the day playing videogames.

"I can't handle this, you know? I work all day, I come in exhausted, and the last thing I want is to see the house a mess because you can't do your part."

"My part?" he retorts, stepping closer and facing you with open arms. "And what do you think I do all day? I'm not just sitting around doing nothing. I'm also exhausted when I get home."

"But I'm always the one who has to take care of everything," you say, feeling frustration rise from your chest to your throat. "The dishes, the laundry, the cleaning? When was the last time you even tried to pick anything up?"

He rolls his eyes and that gesture fires you up even more.

"Don't exaggerate the situation. It's not like I never do anything. I may not be as obsessive as you, but that doesn't mean I don't help," he says pointing at you.

Oh no. He didn't just call you that. He didn't just make everything worse.

"Obsessive?" you repeat, in disbelief. The word hits you like a slap in the face. "It's not obsessive, it's wanting our home to be a place where we can be comfortable, where I don't feel like I'm living on a battlefield." It comes out as an angry scream.

You can't believe it. Now you are the obsessive and exaggerated one who wants some basic order in your own home.

"It's not like that!" he replies, raising his voice. His tone is defensive, but also weary. "Just because I don't do things exactly the way you want me to, doesn't mean I'm doing everything wrong."

"It's not about doing it 'my way'!" you shout, feeling on the verge of tears. "It's about the fact that I can't handle everything by myself. I'm exhausted, and you don't seem to care."

That shushes him. Gavi turns his head in denial but you turn to continue washing through your eyes fill with tears. All that screaming, the desperation, the anger, it makes you feel bad. You've had a rough patch for a while now and you're afraid this could be the straw that breaks the camel's back. But you are so tired. You just want to finish and go to sleep. Arguments won't get you anywhere but you're exhausted from the same situation.

The atmosphere in the room is tense, charged with unspoken words and pent-up emotions. You don't want to cry because you don't want to look weak but you feel so fragile that if he says anything else, you will cry.

Finally, he sighs and takes a step towards you. You feel him coming closer but you won't move, you just want to finish.

"I'm sorry, okay?" he says, his voice softer this time. "I care a lot, more than you think."

Just then you finish rinsing and deposit everything in the dryer. You take off your gloves and dry the counter, leaving everything clean and ready.

"Then prove it" you reply, with a lump in your throat, as you turn around. "Because when I come home and see all this, I feel like you don't care about our home or the effort I make or even us."

You try to walk towards the room but he stops you, processing your words. He's still angry about the argument, you can see it in the way his brow furrows but you can't go on like this.

"If you cared, you would. I get it once or twice, Pablo. But not for months now, it's pure cohabitation, I'm not trying to force you into anything or ask you to be my maid" you spit out harshly, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. "And I won't be your fucking maid either"

You release yourself from his grip and move for your room, looking for some quiet. Your bed seems to be waiting for you the moment you open the door and you quickly strip off your clothes, dressing in your pajamas. You just want to sleep. You crawl into bed and turn your back to Gavi's side, covering yourself with your warm blanket. Tears slide down your cheeks as you think about the argument, how vulnerable you are right now. You're scared, maybe moving in with Gavi was a hasty move and you've been thinking about it for weeks.

You love him. You love everything about him but you can't stand that your relationship is turning into what you hate the most. Maybe you are pushing him a little bit but he lives here too, each of you have your obligations and responsibilities and the only way to survive is to work together.

You're not so angry about the argument, you're helpless. Lonely and scared, what if he doesn't want to be with you anymore, what if Gavi is only acting this way because you are broken? The sobs come out of your mouth and you try to cover them but it's unavoidable.

A faint noise makes you swallow a sob and when you feel the mattress sink behind you, you cover your face with the whole sheet. Gavi comes up from behind and embraces you slowly, carefully, waiting for your rejection or acceptance. You say nothing, just melt into the warmth of his arms embracing you, as you sigh calming your little fit.

"You're right" he admits, with a deep sigh. His voice sounds weak, slowly. "I've been relaxing too much, trusting you to do it because you always do. That's not right and I'm really sorry" his words make your heart shrink.

You didn't want to make him feel that way, you didn't want him to be angry, maybe things got out of place all because of your bad reaction.

"It's not true what I said, you're not exaggerating, you're not obsessive" he murmurs hurt as his hand runs down your body, caressing you. "I care about you, about our home and I care about our relationship" he whispers close to your ear, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

Your heart softens a little at his words, but you still feel the weight of everything built up in your chest. You barely nod. You know he didn't have a bad intention and maybe it was you who took it to another dimension but you really wanted Paul to understand.

"I haven't been around much these days and I understand your approach, Y/n" he whispers again.

Your nose rubs the drops of tears and you sigh searching for air. Su cálido cuerpo comienza a calentar te y solo quieres saltar a sus brazos, como siempre lo deseas.

"Forgive me, okay? Please?" he asks in his hoarse, weak voice.

You turn barely, pulling your body out of the fabrics until you see him clearly.

"It's not just about the dishes or the clothes, Pablo" you confess as tears begin to escape your eyes. "It's because I want this to be a home, our home. A place where we can both be at peace"

"I understand" he says, looking you straight in the eye. "And you're absolutely right. I don't want you to feel like you're carrying everything by yourself. I promise I'm going to get better, I really am"

His hands take your face as you turn to him fully. He takes it upon himself to wipe away your tears, one by one, as he pulls you into his warm chest. Your heart aches for everything but you feel more relieved now.

"I'm sorry for exploding like this too" you admit hurt. "I just want everything to work out, that we don't have to argue about these things. And I thought that..."

Pablo looks at you seriously, confused.

"I thought things between us were breaking up, that maybe your pulling away was my fault and I exploded" you confess as the tears come again.

His eyes hold back the tears as his fingers tighten on your face.

"I would never do anything like that, nothing changed between us, I promise. It's just me, being kind of lazy" he says trying to blame homself but you deny.

"I'm sorry, Gavi" you cry exhausted. "I didn't mean to fight with you like this, just.... I'm tired..."

Your body hurts, your mind does too. Maybe you need more sleep than a day is enough and all this anxiety, nervousness, is driving you crazy.

"You are my home, you are my whole life, I just want to be here, for the rest of my life, with you" he says in front of your eyes.

"You are mine, Pablo" you assure with a laugh.

He smiles slightly and pulls you into a warm embrace.

"Let's promise something" he says, whispering against your hair. "Let's talk before things get to this point. If something bothers you, tell me, and I'll do the same"

You nod against his chest, feeling relieved to hear those words.

"I promise" you reply, clinging to him tightly.

His arms come around you again and you feel yourself melt under his touch. Gavi is soft, gentle and sweet. And you love that.

"And I promise I'll always wash the dishes from now on" he adds, with a touch of humor in his voice that manages to get a small chuckle out of you in spite of everything.

You both stay like that, hugging, letting the tensions dissipate. You know you still have room for improvement but you also know that, as long as you are willing to work together, nothing can affect what you have.

The silence in the room lingers as you are cuddled together. He watches you from above, his fingers stroking your back, your arms, your chest. He leaves little patterns on your skin, running over every nook and cranny of your body. You smile. He smiles back. The two of you look at each other and touch again. It is inevitable.

Your body is on top of his, one of his legs is wrapped around you and your hands rest on his firm chest, caressing his pecs. You talk for a while, then kiss, then just lie there. Pablo keeps running his warm hands up and down your arms, resting occasionally on your hip as he kisses your forehead or hair, then back up your back slowly. If touch burns on your skin, but it's the kind of fire that feeds the flame in your heart.

Then you apologize again, talk, joke and kiss again, in a loop. It's warm, perfect and beautiful. You two love and understand each other, yes, you argue but it keeps you stronger than ever, just like right now.

One of his hands goes into your hair, the other resists on your lower back, massages your scalp while your fingers move on his chest. That starts to make you sleepy, you close your eyes but you don't want to stop seeing Gavi, so you open them again.

He spots you and laughs. You lift your head and his eyes are waiting for you, loving, watching you.

"You can rest, baby" he whispers, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

"See you tomorrow, Pablo" you whisper barely.

"Good night, baby" he kisses your forehead again affectionately.

You settle into his chest again, letting the sound of his heart soothe you. His other hand continues to stroke your hair, and you can feel how his caresses are slow and full of affection, as if he wants to make up for everything he has made you feel. His fingers press your skin to your waist and you feel filled with his love.

And in that moment, even though you know you still have things to work out, you feel that everything will be okay. Because you are together.

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purplesannnieee · 6 months ago

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Hi! Mine if I request? Can you do Reader who lost a bet and had to dress up as a dog? She has a cute and but flimsy maid outfit with the doggy ears and tail. I want this to be NSFW if you can, or you can make it where Jin likes it and he ends up demanding her to do a bunch of chores in his room. I choose a dog maid for her because dogs are known to be loyal and listens easily to their masters/owners.

Good luck with college though! I’m sure you’ll do great ❤️

Wolf Girl and Black Prince

18+, DO NOT INTERACT MINORS

A/n: yk what's crazy? the fact that someone I'm friends with literally is doing art of Jin with a dog leash, so I'm so on board with writing this 😭 (ALSO THANK YOU, I'LL BE NEEDING IT :D), also, if ya'll get the title reference, ifykyk ;), as it turns out, I think I just struggle with writing smut (considering that this is my first time writing one), 2.3k words, I gave up on why tumblr is formatting the images weird

summary: who the fuck told you this was going to be a good idea? it didn't help the fact that jin called you a servant. and yet, you had way too much confidence into making a bet with him, where if he didn't had to intervene in the next mission, he would no longer call you a servant. unfortunately, you lost, leading you to being a dog maid, while the tension between you and jin has rather...increased higher than usual warnings: this isn't in order, despite of the title, I promise you this isn't toxic (aka no angst!!), erm, a bit of bdsm? jin's a kinky mfer, i'm not going to make jin command reader to bark lol (it's funny tho), that mf's the type to do orgasm deny, and then fucking make you cum multiple times, creampie (please make sure to wrap it and use contraception :D, safe sex ya'll), idk why, he seems like the spanking type, that shithead degrades you, he'll call you names like, "my queen" (how romantic while you get fucked), aftercare king, I feel like this is going to be a bit messy, OH, mf's definitely a pussy sucker, mf's so fucking rough, oh yeah, that mf has a dick piercing too (it's canon), jin asks reader to light his cigarette in a rather intimate way (ifykyk), reverse prince albert(?) and standard ampallang(?), your writer was in fact sleepy asf when she asked this to her friend when asking what type of piercings Jin has 😭, I'm gonna be silly and let's just say Jin's revoking reader's v card, ig in this vers, reader's mc, but with ✨personality✨, SIZE KINK

Stupid fucking Jin. If you weren't walking around eggshells by now, you sure fucking failed at it. The two of you had recently made a bet, that if you were to succeed in your current mission without any intervention from him, then he would no longer call you a servant. Compared to if he did intervene, he would win, and you would have to do whatever he asked for a week without the intervention of Tohma. God, you were way too naive, as you were close to finishing, before fucking Jin intervened. While you did catch the anomaly…, that motherfucker gave you a smirk for only you to see, before walking away. What made it worse was that Tohma wouldn't be able to help you at all; so really, you were screwed.

Before you knew it, you were at your room for a moment, before hearing it rang. Picking it up, you groaned at the name, realizing that Jin was calling you. Not wanting to make a fuss about it, you sighed, before answering. "Good, you answered," he said, as you swore you could see him smirking, even despite not being in the same room. "In five minutes, meet me in my room, and make sure to knock five times," he added, before hanging up. You moved your phone away, baffled, before flopping onto your pillow, screaming into it. What the genuine fuck? You sighed, as you frowned, before walking out of your room and going to Jin's room. Arriving there, you knocked on the door five times, before hearing him say "Come in."

"You're fucking early," he gruffed from the same fucking couch he normally laid on. You could smell the hint of that rich classy ass cigarette he smoked on a basis. "Well, might as well get this over," you said, looking at his figure. You watched his arm move, and before you knew it, you could see him throw something at you, gasping, as you had to move forward to grab it. Looking at it, you noticed that it was a box, perhaps with something in there. "You have a minute to change into it," Jin said, as your eye twitched, being more annoyed. "You've got to be--," "Bianerus." Seriously? What the fuck Jin? "Change, now."

Almost immediately, your body reacted, as you started to take off your uniform. You frowned, as you would've preferred having your uniform on. Regardless, after leaving you to just your garments, you opened the box, only to turn red. It was…a fucking maid outfit? And dog ears too? Normally, you would've yelled at Jin, however, because he had to use his stigma, instead-- you changed into the rather flimsy maid uniform, along with putting the dog ear headband on. This almost reminded you of that anonymous dress you were sent (though you were sure it was Jin who sent it). The measurements were too accurate, granted, the uniform was a bit tighter around your curves.

"Wake me up when the paperwork's been organized," Jin said (practically ordered) before returning to sleep. You couldn't help but want to curse him out. However, instead, you looked towards the amount of paperwork, as you frowned, before sighing. You truly were going to regret this. What made it worse was that you probably wouldn't get any new missions, so this was a bad situation for you. You couldn't help but groan, as you started organizing the papers. You truly wondered how Tohma managed to deal with him sometimes. And yet, regardless, you continued.

Well, despite being mostly done with it. You were tired, way more than you would've preferred. "Fuck me," you muttered to yourself, at this point, annoyed. And well, despite how pissed off you were in the situation you were currently dealing with, part of you did care about Jin. Even with whatever potential weird fetish of his, sure, you might've complained a few times, but you were willing for him. Just him only. Unfortunately for you, while you were in deep thinking, you hadn't noticed Jin wake up and walk behind you, before hugging you.

"Jin!?" You became surprised, as you could feel his body being…surprisingly a bit warm compared to the dorms. However, that didn't help the fact that your face became flustered. Slowly, you could feel his hand tangle with your hand. While you weren't sure of what to make of this, this was rather--

"Bianerus." Jin used his stigma, as your body jolted against his. What did he want now? "Do you really want me to fuck you?" He whispered in your ear, his mouth close to yours. You couldn't help but shiver, your pussy clenching against nothing, before you said it. "Yes." Okay yeah no, you really were fucked. The two of you stood for a few minutes before you could feel him suddenly pick you up, as you were now carried again. Just like the last mission, he was holding you like his bride out of all things.

"W-Wait!" You yelled, flustered, and before you knew it, you were placed on the bed, before hearing another command of his. "On your knees," he said, without using his stigma. And yet, you still listened to him, getting on your knees and elbows, before he hummed. You could hear his steps farther away from you, as he seemed to grab something. Before long, you gasped, as you were immediately flipped onto your back, as Jin tied your wrists with one of your ties. You couldn't help but stay quiet, unsure what he would do now. You watched Jin disappear for a moment, before feeling your legs split apart. "What are you doing--," "Shut up," Jin said, as before you knew it, you gasped, as you could feel something warm and wet on your underwear. Before you could say anything, you let out a moan, as you could feel Jin sucking through your underwear, as his hands gripped your thighs tightly.

You tried to close your legs, as a mix of embarrassment and pleasure rose. However, Jin was firm with you keeping them open. "Don't you dare," he muttered between his laps, as you could feel your pussy clenching over nothing. "Jin….! You fucker…!" You whined, your hands writhed against the tie. He stopped momentarily, only to look up at you, smirking. "That's what I intend on doing," he teased, before moving your underwear onto the side. "I'm going to make you fucking beg me to fuck you until you cry," he said, before letting out a chuckle, noticing how you were reacting. "Such a pretty cunt…" Jin mumbled to himself, as he gave it a kiss, before lapping it. You couldn't help but moan, as you wanted to move, yet you knew if you did, he would probably command you to stop doing so.

You were too embarrassed to moan, the pleasure that coursed your body was too much. Your legs still trembled regardless, as you bit down your lip, though not enough to leave any blood. And yet, Jin stopped momentarily, as he moved up, holding your hand with his. "My room's fuckin' soundproof, so stop holding those pretty moans of yours back. Be loud as you can, my queen," he said, before looking at the uniform (that he totally forgot he told you to put on), his hands instantly ripping it. "I'll make sure to find a tailor later...," he muttered, though too quiet for you to catch what he said.

You couldn't help but cry out in pleasure as Jin ended up going back to sucking on your pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck— please...!" You let out a whine, throwing your head back against the pillow (funny enough, your headband fell off), as you desperately moved your body closer to his face. And yet, Jin suddenly stopped when you were getting close to your high, as you panted. "Why the fuck did you—," "Now I have to punish you," Jin let out a tsk, as he pulled your body toward his, while he sat up. To your realization, he placed you on his lap, your ass out. Goddamnit.

"Count," he said, and before you knew it, you gasped, as he slapped your ass. "One," you muttered, before receiving another. "Louder," he muttered, slapping it again before he gave you another chance. "Fuck—ONE!" You yelled as Jin smoothed over your lower cheeks, before slapping it again. "TWO!" You screamed as he continued until he reached ten. By then, your ass was red, your eyes tearing up, and yet, you enjoyed it? "So fuckin' wet..., are you into being spanked?" Jin teased, as two of his fingers spread your folds, as you were too stimulated to try and close your legs. "Jin...," you whined, as he hummed. "Wanna get fucked, please...!" That was probably the last thing you consciously remembered before you overdid yourself.

Next thing you knew, your back was back on the bed, as your binded wrists were above your head. You watched as Jin pulled his necktie off, stripping the rest of whatever clothes he had on the top off. His hands trailed down to the edge of his pants, unzipping them, as you noticed how hard he already was from his boxers. You could feel yourself clenching again, as he smirked at you. "Seems like my dear queen can't take her eyes off me," he teased, his hands slowly taking off his boxers, his cock sprung to his stomach. The only thought to yourself was, 'Oh my God, that's a big fucking dick with piercings!'

Of course, you were too focused on Jin's cock to notice your legs being moved onto his shoulders, only for the sudden surge of embarrassment to rise. "Wait! Please...be gentle?" You asked, though while you weren't planning on telling him, he would become your first. Jin looked at you for a moment, before he started rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds. "Only because you asked," he agreed, as the both of you could hear the lewd sounds your wet folds and his tip were making. "As long as you keep your eyes on me," he said, as he didn't give you a chance to respond, slowly thrusting his cock in, splitting you whole.

Your body tensed, trying to comprehend the fact that you were being penetrated right now. While you didn't feel much pain, you felt rather...stuffed. "Ya, tryin' to keep me inside of you forever...?" Jin groaned as he could feel your gummy walls clinging to his cock. "It's...not my fuckin' fault you're so big!" You whined, your hands desperate to at least hold on to something. You could feel how warm his hands were, as they caressed your body, before undoing the tie, your hands being free. Your hands immediately grasped his, as they intertwined. Thankfully, despite Jin struggling, he was patiently waiting for you. It took a few minutes, as while you hadn't noticed, he was only partially inside of you, and while he did want to ruin you; Jin would never forgive himself if you ever got hurt.

A few minutes passed by, as you slowly adjusted to his size. Jin did his best to stay still for your own sake, only to let out a groan, feeling yourself moving slowly. "Jin~!" You let out a whine, as his gaze softened. "Kiss me, please?" Without a second to waste, his lips immediately pressed against yours, as he gently bit your lip, asking your permission. You let your mouth open, granting him access to it, his tongue exploring yours. You could still taste a hint of your own juices, as you let out a moan. The way he was kissing you was surprisingly sweet, and definitely hungry (not like he wasn't sucking your pussy like a starved man just a few minutes ago).

Slowly, Jin started to thrust into you, experimenting with where your sweet spots were. Granted, the position you were in definitely helped him. Your moans sounded so sweet to him, he almost wanted to keep you like this for a while. But for now? He would make you a pretty mess— all for him. "Fuck! Jin…please…!" How your wanton moans sounded like music, and Jin would be the only one who would be able to listen to such beautiful sounds. It felt better, as you were feeling so good, and he knew you were feeling perhaps more pleasure than he was having now.

"Fuck it," Jin muttered to himself, as you were too dumbed to understand what he said. All you knew was that he slowly pulled out until the only thing that was in was the tip, before thrusting sharply. You let out a gasp, as Jin soon enough started to thrust at a fastened pace, your walls clenching from the sudden movement, and your hand's grip tightened around his hands. Before you knew it, you could feel a knot forming, as you broke the kiss, panting. "Fuck fuck fuck— I feel something weird…!" You whined as Jin chuckled. "Go on, cum my pretty slut," he groaned, as before you knew it, you felt yourself climaxing, your body trembling from orgasming.

The thing was? Jin quite wasn't done. "Don't hold it back, my queen," he said, slowing down a bit to let you recover before fastening his pace again. You let out a mix of moans and whines, as Jin's cock began hitting your cervix; which led to you orgasming more. Before you knew it, Jin's pace became irrational, as he was trying to thrust as possible as he could. "Fuck— gonna cum in ya and let you have my kids," he groaned, as you teared up from how overstimulated you were. It didn't take long before you came one last time, as Jin filled you up; you felt so warm and full, as Jin let go of your legs, before hugging you. "I love you," he muttered, as you simply hummed in response, before kissing him back. "Love ya too," you muttered, before poking him. "I'm never going to wear whatever the fuck that was that you told me to put on though." After that, Jin did not accept any advice about you from Tohma.

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker x reader #tokyo debunker smut #jin kamurai x reader #jin kamurai smut #jin smut

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yusume-the-writer · 1 year ago

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If you wouldn’t mind, can we get a bf!Orter Mádl x F reader.

Where Orter is being jealous and over protective bf, that whenever men come near or talk with reader that he just scares them off in a way. And when confronted about his jealousy he denies (as expected).

Sweet and happy ending! (take your time!)

It's not jealousy if it's just to protect your loved one

Orter Máld x Fem Reader

Request made by Anon, thank you very much for this idea

I'm sorry for the delay. I was kind of having a problem creating a scenario, but I hope you like it

We have to agree that Orter seems to be really overprotective, as he is a Divine Visionary who follows the rules to an extreme and has probably made a lot of enemies.

Gender: Fluff

Summary: During a meeting between Orter and his girlfriend, someone appears to interrupt the couple's moment

Today was a great morning

Orter had missed a day off to spend with his lovely boyfriend (Name) as he was away because of work

So they spent half the morning in bed because of (Name)'s neediness (and also because Orter was hungry for her affection), and then they had breakfast and got ready to go out in the afternoon.

Now it was nighttime, and (Name) had mentioned a restaurant she wanted to try because of a friend's opinion.

And here they are both, in the restaurant while waiting for their orders to arrive

"A friend of mine said the sweets here are amazing! I can't wait to try them~" (Name) says in a childish tone similar to a child entering a candy store

"Okay, but be careful not to eat too much and get sick later" Orter says

"Okay dad, I'll be careful" She says while looking at him with a pout

"(Name) and you?!?" Suddenly an unknown male voice says

Then a guy appears that Orter has never seen in his entire life.

But it seems like (Name) does...

"Oh and you Kevin..." (Name) says while facing the stranger

However... she didn't seem happy about this sudden encounter

"Yes! It seems like yesterday that we met" The man known as Kevin says, seeming ignorant about the presence of the Divine Visionary

"Yes... because we work in the same office" (Name) says while looking at him as if he had asked a question that didn't even need to be asked because the answer was too obvious

Which was true, but Kevin thought he was a comedian

'There's the annoying colleague' Orter thinks as he remembers (Name) venting about how annoying and insufferable a colleague was and that he thought he was the guy for making uncle jokes

He wouldn't say it out loud, but he wants Kevin out of their sight now.

He just wouldn't say it out loud because (Name) would tease him about being jealous.

"Yeah... anyway -" (Name) tries to tell Kevin to go away

"Me and the guys from work are gathered here, don't you want to come? It'll be fun." Kevin cuts (Name), and it seems like he doesn't want her to deny the invitation

"She's on a date at the moment," Suddenly Orter says, catching the attention of Kevin and (Name)

"... And who would you be, man?" Kevin says it in a confused and disgusted tone of voice.

And, of course, he would be disgusted. There is a man who seems to be a thousand times better than him in front of him

"Her boyfriend, now that you're on leave, could you get out of our sight" Orter says while facing Kevin

Orter didn't look like it, but he was very angry

Kevin looked like he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything

He wouldn't admit how threatening Orter looked or how he stared at Kevin like he was nothing more than prey, not an insect.

No, it didn't even seem like that Orter considered him, but rather just unbearable dirt on a clean floor

And like any dirt, it could disappear and no one would care

... An awkward silence filled the room around Kevin

Then he left without saying anything and went towards a table with people who saw the situation.

As soon as they saw that Orter was also looking at them, they quickly turned around.

"Heh~" A laugh echoes in front of Orter

As he faced the source of the sound, he found (Name) staring at him with a knowing smile.

"It looks like someone is jealous~"(Name) says while still staring at Orter

"...The food has arrived" Orter says as he changes the subject and faces the waiter who brought the orders

"Hey!!! Don't change the subject!"

"If you don't mention that, I'll buy all the desserts you want"

".....Closed"

𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔

Orter was in bed reading a book while waiting for (Name) to finish her skin treatment.

"Don't you think it's better not to read so much?" (Name) says while lying down next to Orter

Confused, Orter stares and raises an eyebrow for her to continue

"If you keep reading so much, your vision will get worse" (Name) begins. "And if you continue, every time you take off your glasses, instead of your eyes looking like 3 they will turn into 4" (Name) ends

Suddenly a pillow is thrown in her face

#mashle #mashle magic and muscles #mashle x reader #mashle x you #oneshot #mashle orter #mashle orter x reader #orter mádl x reader #orter x reader #orter madl #fem reader

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writerdream22 · 10 months ago

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requested by: anonymous, I really hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairing (platonic): Chandler Bing x reader

prompt used: “I told you that I'd never leave you. I'm not going anywhere”

warnings: none. English is not my first language so there might be some grammatical errors a/n: it has been some time since I have either written or posted anything on this platform. This first year of uni has been quite difficult, but I will try to fulfill all of the requests that I have received throughout all of this summer!

feedbacks are always appreciated!

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN!

You had lost all your trust in people.

Men in particular.

When you realised that your longtime boyfriend had been "having fun" with one of his colleagues (who he’s told you was just a friend) for six months, you tried to find ways to resolve the matter in the most responsible way.

First, you tried to resonate with the guy, who promptly started accusing you of neglecting him and your relationship and justified his cheating in the most absurd ways.

Even though you had started the discussion with somewhat good intentions, the rage and hatred you felt against who you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with won against your better judgement. So you kicked him and his mistress out of the house, then you threw all of his things and everything he had ever gifted you out of the window.

As soon as the whole ordeal came to an end, you fell to the ground and started crying uncontrollably.

You normally would have called your friends and asked for their comfort. This time, however, you felt the need to be alone and process the whole thing by yourself.

Even though you received quite a few calls, you let them all go to voicemail and cried yourself to sleep for a few days in a row.

A week after the breakup you heard a knock on your door. The person was rather insistent, because even though you were not answering, they kept going.

“Y/n, it’s me, Chandler. Please, open up” your eyes widened as you realised that your best friend was standing in the hallway.

“Go away!” you shouted, as you sat on your sofa.

“Come on, I bought your favourite food. And some coffee. I figured you might need it”

You sat up, and hesitated if you should either open the door or not. Just as you were about to turn the handle, you heard Chandler’s voice again.

“Ok, let’s put it that way” he said “If you don’t open up now, I will break in. And I know how much you like the new wooden frame that you put on your door”.

Your eyes widened. Chandler wouldn’t do such a thing now, would he?

“Yes, I will actually do it, Y/n”. It seemed like he had read your mind.

Needless to say, you pondered your choices and opted to let your best friend in.

“God… you look- terrible”

“Yeah, I know” you scoffed, as Chandler walked through the door “What do you want?”

“I did actually bring you food, you know? And refreshments, too” he responded, gesturing to the plastic bag that he was holding. He quickly reached into it and pulled out a plastic coffee cup.

You softly smiled, taking it from his hands, then put it down on your counter in order to prevent it from spilling onto your carpet.

“The food’s already cold, so we can wait to eat it if you’d like” Chandler responded, to which you responded with a nod indicating that you preferred to eat later.

The two of you sat down on your couch, facing each other. You knew that there were questions to be answered, so you prepared yourself for your best friend’s interrogation.

“So, you and him-” he began.

“Yes. We broke up”

“Because he-”

“He cheated on me with that colleague of his. The one we all met at that party. Rachel had told me that there was something wrong about her, but I didn’t listen” you paused “You, too, had told me that you didn’t like him as soon as you saw him. And- I am so dumb”

Just as you were beginning to recount the whole story, you started crying. Obviously, Chandler immediately hugged you as tight as he could in order to show you that you were safe.

“Shh, I know, I know. He’s a scum” he asserted “And he’s stupid for leaving you”

“You’re not leaving me too, are you?” you sobbed.

You genuinely fear that, eventually, each and every one of your friends was going to leave you because of a particular flaw that you had or because you were too annoying for them. But at the same time, you had known Chandler, Monica and the others for quite some time so if they were truly annoyed by you they would have said so earlier.

“When we graduated college, I told you that I’d never leave you, Y/n” Chandler said, as he held you in his arms and gently stroked your hair “I’m not going anywhere”

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course! You’re stuck with me! Now, let’s celebrate this new era of you and not think about the bad stuff, huh?”

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riki-riks-chick · 9 months ago

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Senior Year CH.1 ︱N.RK

riki x reader (high school au)

yn is having a hellish year, but one boy makes it all the more bearable.

cw: fluff! bullying, high school, yn plays handball, toxic parents, toxic home life, swearing, slight verbal abuse.

wdct: 1.8k

requested series!

to the person who requested, pls give me feedback on whether this is good or not bc I WILL rewrite b4 continuing to part two. tyy <3

chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5

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Third Person POV~

"I'm actually quite shocked. You're doing exceedingly well.. I got a few emails from coaches who watched our last game.. If you're serious about handball when season starts, you might get a scholarship." Your coach explains, and you're genuinely shocked. Sure you'd been training your ass off, but no one usually acknowledges it.

"Really?.. A scholarship where?" You ask as she smiles, amused at your excitement. "The states... Some school in Virginia." She explains as your eyes widen. "The states!? My mom would never let me go to the states."

"She's not in control of you once you graduate.. You're good.. Don't let her hold you back.. Now, go home after school and rest up.. We have practice tomorrow after school."

You leave, and rather than going home, you head to your job. Working at some burger shack that everyone at your school came to. It wasn't too bad, but you hated being noticed.

And just to your dismay, these three cheerleaders, that love to make your life, hell walked in.

You just happened to be the only employee on the register so you had no choice but to take their orders.

And as you did so, begrudgingly, one of them spoke up. "Aren't you that loser from third period?.."

You sigh, avoiding her gaze as you finish finalizing their order. "That'll be $23.45.." You ignore her remark, simply wanting to finish the order. She scoffs though, arms crossing tightly across her chest. "Are you not gonna answer me?... Fucking loser."

She pays for the order before walking over to some random seat to wait around for it, and you let out a sigh of relief.

They've messed with you before, and you simply ignore it. It's better to take the shit than lose your job that you so desperately need, and worked hard to get.

You call the number for their order after a short while, giving them their drinks last as the tallest one of the girls scoffs. "This is the wrong drink." She then takes it out of the holder, throwing it at you, which results in you getting soaked in diet coke. It was, in fact, the right drink.

"What is wrong with you?" You try not to raise your voice, makeup and hair ruined, clothes soaked and sticking irritatingly against your skin, and she's just standing there with a smirk on her face. "You dumb bitch. Can't even get an order right." Just as you're about to retaliate, knowing that you didn't even make her order, someone grabs her wrist, tugging her away from the counter.

"That's enough.. Do you always go around giving people hell? At school, and now here..?" You glance up at the much taller figure gripping your offenders wrist, and you're slightly shocked at who it is.

It's the one boy that you've never heard speak in class, never seen him interact with other people despite his teammates on the basketball team. And yet he's popular.. Tall, handsome, and quiet. It's hard not to notice him.

When you finally snap back to reality, the three girls are storming out of the place and the boy is still standing in front of you, Nishimura Riki.

You've never imagined making eye contact with him, or speaking to him, but when his deep brown eyes meet yours, you immediately glance away, too flustered to continue looking him in the eyes.

He smiles gently, and there's a hint of pity in his eyes. "I'm sorry that happened.. Are you okay?..." His voice is slightly deep, and definitely nicely toned. You simply nod at his question, remembering that you're covered in soda.

"I'm fine.. I can take your order.." You try to deflect but he shakes his head. "No, let me take you home so you can change.. That can't be comfortable for you."

His voice is very persuasive, and you decide not to argue, telling him to wait before walking into the kitchen to talk to your manager.

"Mr. Rio...?" You inquire softly as the man glances up from his position at the grill, working on an order. "What happened?" He question, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Some girl threw her drink at me...." Your explanation leaves him to nod understandingly. "Just go home.. I'll handle everything until I can call another person here."

You question whether he's sure or not before grabbing your stuff and rounding the counter. Riki grabs your stuff for you, carrying your book bag and your waterbottle as he gestures for you to follow him. You follow him towards his car and it's nice, a black mercedes. You're already regretting your decision to let him take you home.

"I can't get in your car like this.." You sigh as he shakes his head. "It's fine.. I'll clean of the seat afterwards.."

You refuse at his words. "No... I don't wanna cause you any trouble..." You argue as he rolls his eyes. "Fine then..." He get in the driver's seat, reaching into the duffle bag in the backseat as he pulls put a towel, putting it on the seat. "Come on. Now I won't even have to worry about cleaning the seat."

You sigh, still hesitant, but you still get into the car. He smiles once you're seated, leaning over the console to reach for your seatbelt, fastening it for you.

"So, where do you live..?"

The car ride to your house is excruciatingly silent. You're awkward, and he doesn't know how to speak to you. It's just terrible.

"This is my house.." You speak up quietly as he stops the car. "Well.. I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow?.." He asks as you nod, unfastening your seat belt and scrambling to get out of the car. "What was your name again?..." He asks as you sigh nervously. "I'm Y/n... L/n Y/n..." You answer as he nods. "Nice. I'm Nishimura Riki.."

And like an idiot, you respond, "I know..." Riki chuckles, smiling. "Then you'll know we have class together.. Don't forget to say hi."

He then drives off, leaving you on the pavement dumbfounded. After a few minutes, you shake it off, heading inside as you take off your shoes. Just to your luck, your mom is on her way out.

"What are you doing home?.." Your mom questions, brows furrowed inquisitively as she slid into her sneakers.

"Some girl threw a drink at me at work, so my boss let me go home..." You explain as she scoffs. "You're so weak... Your sister would've kept working.. Learn to endure."

And then she leaves, grabbing her keys before slamming the front door behind her. You hear the lock click shortly after, letting out a sigh of relief.

You hated being compared to your sister. She graduated with honors, and you're barely keeping A's and B's... She's just better... And your mom is no help, constantly comparing you to her. It's definitely not fair because your sister is far from perfect, but you try not to let it haunt you.

The first thing you do is shower, the icky feeling of the soda making your clothes cling to you uncomfortably. After showering, you wash the clothes to avoid the soda staining them permanently. Once all of that is handled, you're rummaging through the kitchen for something decent to eat. In the end, you're settling for pizza rolls and some instant ramen.

After eating the very random meal, you head upstairs to work on your homework, but to your luck, you left it in the cute boy's car.

Great, another assignment to fail. You think to yourself as you open your laptop, ready to email your teacher in hopes they'll be understanding. Just as you're about to hit send, a notification sounds on your phone, the screen illuminating with a text from an unknown number.

You open it, and to your luck its Riki.

[Hey, it's Riki. I found your backpack in the backseat... I would bring it back, but I'm busy tonight.. Is it okay if I give it back tomorrow?]

You sigh at the text, deciding to just forget the email and hope that homeroom gives you enough time to complete the homework.

[Yeah.. Tomorrow is fine... I need it during homeroom.]

[Great, I'll be there as soon as school starts.]

You thank him before setting your phone on the desk, sighing loudly. This day has been terrible, practice sucked, you got a drink thrown at you, and now your backpack is at some boy's house all because you accepted a ride home.

You just decide to push everything aside, getting in bed and watching random corny kdramas until you fall asleep.

It's rare that you ever get a good night's rest. If you hadn't left work early, you'd barely be home at 8pm... Luckily you got to sleep a little earlier, but just as quickly as you got lucky, you got unlucky.

You wake up to loud sounds coming from downstairs, and you're already aware of the familiar yelling voices.

You leave your room, heading quietly down the stairs as you hear your parents yelling, something about money and your dad being irresponsible.

You're used to the banter, and sometimes you just filter it out, but the sounds of broken glass was slightly alarming.

You peek into the kitchen, your parents are at each other's throats, and eventually your mom just yells for your dad to get out.

The man manages one last rude remark before leaving the house, the door slamming loudly behind him.

Just as your mom walks out of the kitchen, you try to ask if she's alright, she simply pushes past you, heading upstairs quietly.

Your sister still isn't home. God knows what she's out doing this time of night, but you're sure it isn't working.

Almost every last penny of your paycheck goes to your mom, and your sister's paycheck is never the same amount. You know for sure she's blowing it off selfishly, and your mom knows too, but she doesn't care.

One time you bought a new pair of shoes with your check since your family wasn't too far behind on bills, and boy you never heard the end of it. That's why you just give all the money you make to your mother.

And yet she still favorites your older sister. But you try your best to please her anyway. In the end you really don't have a way to impress her, unless you won the lottery maybe..

You genuinely just want a normal senior year, and at this point you'll do anything to get it.

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