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dolliedarlin · 2 years ago

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UPTOWN GIRL ⏤SHINICHIRO S.

SUM. : when a rich girl meets a mechanic after her new motorbike breaks down, a match made in heaven commences

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G. : mechanic shinichiro x rich girl reader, ; uptown girl inspired fic ; princess and pauper type vibes ; fluff ; some angst ; nobody dies ; modern social status ; yn is rich af ; shinichiro is a humble bike mechanic ; it’s a match made in heaven ; fight me if you dare ; sano siblings want yn as an older sister ; the parents aren’t shit for once

A/N : this has been in the works for quite a while and is the full version of my shinichiro x rich girl reader timestamp 04:40. it’s quite a long fic i’m sorry, if you need to take a break in between, feel free XD, i did go a little bit overboard here. it took me a while to find the perfect title for this fic and when i realised it resembled a scenario from a particular music video, i just had to title it similarly. for those who know, you know ;)

You’re no stranger to the privilege you had being born into such an affluent family; you didn’t need to worry about anything because you had everything you could ever want and more. However, that didn’t mean that you grew up entirely content; the difference in your status compared to many of your school mates was apparent and you easily became ostracised. No one wanted to befriend you as they were too afraid of offending you and getting in trouble whereas those that did befriend you made their greedy intentions very clear.

Understanding your struggle and supporting your decision to live a normal life, your family drew you away from the public eye but still kept you in the circle of luxury and comfort their high social status permitted. You tried to lead an ordinary life but no matter your efforts, because of the blood in your veins, you were naturally gifted and still stood out.

Incredibly studious (your father’s influence), talented in sports and martial arts (your brother’s shared hobby with you) and ethereally beautiful with a heart of gold (your mother’s teachings). It wasn’t just the social divide that excluded you, it was also the positive influence of your family that nurtured your talents and demeanour, it’s by their virtues that you shone despite your desire for an ordinary life.

Truly, if you were asked, you would swear that your only saving grace was your family; they cared for and wished only the best for you. You will be forever grateful to them but there was just one substantial problem…

”Mommy, Daddy,” you spoke softly but sternly, setting down your cutlery so as to emphasise your unwavering stare, “please don’t talk about that when I’m trying to eat,”

”Darling, please try to understand, we’re only a little curious,” you mother excused, pulling an apologetic smile as your father concurred.

”Onii-san should be enough to satisfy your curiosity, he’s going to be proposing soon,” you huff with puffed out cheeks and your father has to resist the urge to reach over and pinch at them, remembering how soft and pudgy they were when you were still a baby.

”Yes but we want two sets of grandchildren,” your father whines, childishly as you try to contain yourself. This is a side to him only you, your family and the (L/N) estate maids, butlers and staff were able to witness; outside the estate, he was a stoic and cool figure that was level headed but charming.

”We want 12 grandchildren, after all,” your mother gushes, unable to contain her excitement, “six from you and six from your brother. If there’s no chance of you having any children then your poor brother and Yui-chan will have to shoulder that responsibility all by themselves,” you hear your brother choke on his calamari, it almost makes you giggle if it weren’t for your mother’s follow up statement, “why don’t we help try and find a good man to court you?”

“Mommy, please!” clear agitation shows in the furrowing of your brows.

You hate these confrontations the most as they bring to light one of the main reasons you’re so envious of your brother. He was able to meet such a lovely girl during his middle school years, someone who doesn’t care about his status or money, she purely loves him for him - it’s magical that they found each other so early on in their youth.

If only you were as lucky but alas, you possessed no good fortune.

Every time you think you’ve found your forever in someone, they always end up secretly coveting your wealth and social status. Either you tell them who you really are and then they have to sign an NDA or they will gauge your un-calculated wealth simply from your expensive car, fashion and perfumes - to them that was enough to cling onto you.

”Third time’s the charm?” your brother attempts to lighten the mood and, although you appreciate the sentiment, the air had already grown too claustrophobic for you to continue to bear.

”I’ve lost my appetite,” you slide out of your chair and stand. Sensing the rising panic in your family despite avoiding their eyes, you quickly reassure them, “don’t worry, I just want to go for a ride,” you take the time to give them each a kiss goodbye on the cheek before leaving with a tightlipped smile. Your family were hesitant but respectful and chose to stay and continue with lunch after watching you leave. They silently hope to make amends once you’ve had the time to cool your head.

At the garage, you see your sweet new ride, a black honda CBR1k Triple-R Fireblade SP. The latest superbike on the market, unbeatable for its cutting edge design and exceeding speeds of 186mph. Just looking at it has your heart racing for something else, already taking your mind off of the troubling confrontation you had over lunch.

A long ride around Tokyo is just what you need to help cool your head. Dressing up in your Louis Vuitton black leather pants and matching leather jacket, your vintage Chanel, rib knit crop top and Doc Martens combat boots, you were ready to ride.

Without a destination in mind and adrenaline in your veins, you’re unable to calculate how much time you’ve spent on the road. Had you not lost yourself in the rush, you would have been able to make better sense of your sudden stop at an unfamiliar road.

”Wh-what?” you exclaim, frustration and sudden panic clouding your judgment as you wheel your bike to the side of the road and begin to inspect it. It was a lost cause, however, as you knew nothing about motorbike anatomy. It’s brand new, how can it have problems already? Exasperated, you frantically look around and spot the perfect place for your bike.

S.S motors. If its name and display of bikes is any indication, then it must be a bike shop that can help you.

Feeling a little more optimistic, you carefully wheel your bike over, avoiding traffic and wishing that the problem isn’t too serious. You park your bike outside the garage doors at the side of the store and enter through the main entrance. Following the metallic noise of tweaking, screwing and banging, you soon find yourself at the doorway of the garage attached to the shop.

”Umm, excuse me,” you voice up to the only person working on the engine of a motorbike, “I need some help please,”

On cue, the black-haired man turns to you as he wipes his hands clean on an already stained towel. You didn’t notice it earlier but he had been smoking a cigarette and blew out a final puff before sending a lazy smile your way with his cigarette laced elegantly between his long, dexterous fingers. He’s nothing like the other guys you’ve been introduced to by your parents. Instead of being in a custom-tailored Armani suit and Gucci tie, he’s in a loose and stained white shirt, the evidence of laborious work seen in his muscular arms and dirtied fingers. His soft, black hair isn’t styled in any way and simply falls down to frame his face naturally. His beauty is only elevated by the slope of his sweet eyes. He looks kind and very handsome. Your heart is going crazy for him in your chest - is this what it feels like to be infatuated by someone? Or are you just going crazy?

”Sure thing, what do you need?” he asks, oblivious to the heat rising in your cheeks. His voice is also very attractive, deep and baritone, smooth like silk but with an edge that tickles your ears with a timid heat.

”M-my bike suddenly broke down, I’ve parked just outside your garage,”

He nods and steps up to some switches and buttons on the wall, with a quick press, the garage door pulls up, “I’ll happily take a look for you,” he gives you another reassuring smile, which you bashfully return before fixing your gaze onto the ground. How can he have such an effect on you? You barely know the guy!

A whistle brings your head up and you watch as he awes at your motorbike, “Is that your ride?” you nod with an incandescent heat in your cheeks and almost squeak at the wide grin he pulls, “I never thought I’d see the new CBR1k Triple-R SP so quickly, didn’t it just release yesterday?”

“I had it pre-ordered…”

‘Is there such a thing?’ Shinichiro ponders thoughtfully. This is the first time he’s ever heard of someone pre-ordering such a highly anticipated superbike. He raises a brow at you but decides not to push for answers, it’s not his job to question customers, he just needs to fix up their bikes.

“Alright, well, while I take a look at your sweet ride, you can sit around in the waiting area back in the shop. I’ll try to be quick,”

“Can’t I stay here?” you blurt out without much thought, almost slapping yourself for being so straightforward. This is very unlike you. He must have you in some sort of spell and he probably thinks you’re some desperate teenage girl, who goes goo-goo, gaa-gaa over boys.

He blinks with surprise but quickly eases back into a soothing smile once more, “I don’t see why not, pull up that stool over there,” he points to a short, foldable stool as you happily go about taking a seat off to his side. No words are exchanged as you stare at him get on with his usual checks. You want to know his name. You want to know his favourite food, his favourite movie, what he does for fun, why he decided to set up a motorcycle shop. You want to ask him everything but know there’s a line you should never cross with a stranger you’ve just met, no matter how handsome he is.

Are you smitten right now?…The simple answer is yes, yes you are.

It’s very new to you but you could do nothing except continue staring at the eye-candy working hard away at your bike. Usually, most of the guys you’re around are sporting glasses of expensive wines, labouring over paperwork or surveying a conference. They bore you. Being able to see a man get his hands dirty and exhibit skills outside of talking with command or indulging in riches was so so…

“It looks like you just ran out of gas,” Shinichiro chuckled after stepping away from the vehicle, “Don’t worry, I did all the other checks just in case there was something else wrong but other than having no fuel, you’re good to go!”

“Oh…” your face immediately heats up, “I…I guess I just panicked,” the two of you share a laugh, yours more so a giggle from the embarrassment, whereas his was a chuckle of amusement. You’re pretty cute.

”It’s alright, are you new to motorcycles?”

“Kinda…” you fiddle with your fingers nervously, it’s a childish habit you’ve sustained but the mechanic before you thinks otherwise, “I’ve always wanted one and now that I have one, I love it so much,”

“That’s good, keep taking care of it,” he finishes as he hands over your keys.

”U-umm! How much do I owe you?”

He shrugs, “It’s alright, there’s no need for payment, it was an easy fix and I’m just happy I got to serve such a pretty lady,” he gives you a flirtatious wink, following it up with a laugh at your flustered expression.

”What about the fuel?” you babble in disbelief. This handsome stranger can’t be kind too, that’s too much for your heart to take! “Pl-please let me pay you back, can I at least get you some lunch?”

“There’s really no need,” he smiles softly, his eyes warm and kind. You can’t look away.

“Oh, okay…”

He can see the hesitation in your face. From your attire, you look like a person who has better things to do than waste time in his humble motor repair shop but you aren’t wanting to leave, it appears.

”Is something wrong?”

“Umm…it’s just disagreements at home…” you confess, hugging yourself for comfort. Now that the adrenaline is gone, you realise that you can’t run away forever; you still need to face your parents again but you’re not ready for that yet. Knowing them, they’ll try to push for you to meet someone and you don’t want that - you’re not ready for that.

“Sometimes, it’s better to let it out than keep it all inside and if its to a stranger, chances are, you probably aren’t ever gonna see me again, so…”

He’s offering you his time and a listening ear, which you deeply appreciate and, although you start off hesitant, you ultimately take him up on his offer. The two of you sit down first before you unload everything. His expression doesn’t change, he just listens to you, nodding along to some of your statements and giving you the occasional pat on the back whenever you seem to get a little too emotional. When it’s finally over, you feel as though you can breathe again, leaning into his shoulder from how weightless and relaxed you finally feel. It’s amazing.

“All better?”

“Yeah…” you smile up at him, “thank you so much,”

”No worries,” he smiles at you once again as the heat in your cheeks reappears from the proximity of your faces, “But I recommend you talk to your parents, it seems as though they really care for you,” you recoil from him, embodying your protest over his suggestion.

“But-!”

“Trust me, I may not have known you for long but from what you’ve said, they love you more than you may think. And besides, you’ll have to face them again sooner or later; why not now?”

“Alright…I’m trusting you,” he nods and sends you on your way. Ironic how you put such trust in a stranger.

Hopefully he won’t be a simple stranger for long…

“Drive safe!” he warns carefully as he waves you off, eyes remaining on you even when you’re finally out of view.

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He was right…Who knew?

But you were grateful.

Following his advice, you talked things out with your parents and like the understanding, compassionate people they were (especially for their children), they told you that “what matters most is your happiness,”.

A week passes and you can’t get that handsome, consoling bike mechanic out of your mind. You have to meet him again. And, this time, not forget to ask for his name!

So here you are, facing your beloved new black Honda CBR1k Triple-R Fireblade SP with one of your father’s old golf clubs gripped tightly in both hands but from the accumulation of sweat in your palms, the slender body of the club continually attempts to slip away from your hold. You’re nervous.

Is this a good idea?

You really want to meet him again but you can’t just show up with…nothing…that’ll be too awkward!

No! Sacrifices have to be made!

Raising the club in your hands, you’re about to hammer down when you’re halted by the sound of the garage door opening and the heels of your mum walking in only to stop when she sees you. After a moment of tense silence, she makes her way over, lowers your raised arms, sets aside the golf club and brings you into a warm embrace.

“Dear, I hope you know that mommy loves you with all her heart and, whether you are going through something or not, you can always come to me, okay?”

Nodding with your lips trembling in humiliation, you see your hesitant and troubled mother off before facing your bike once more. You aren’t ‘going through’ anything! You just want to see him again! This is a necessary sacrifice!

BANG! BANG! CLANK!

“Uhhh…Damn. Huh!…” Shinichiro laughs humourlessly at the state of your bike, “It looks like someone tried to beat the hell out of your bike but didn’t know where to properly aim the strikes so you’re pretty lucky that there aren’t any serious damages,”

“Y-yup! Lucky me…” you sweat nervously, avoiding his beguiling eyes.

He hit the nail on the head and he knows it, if the devious smirk he tried to hide when turning away from you was any indication. He thought you were interesting before but you’ve caught his full attention now.

You’ve got to be the cutest girl he’s ever met.

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It doesn’t take more than a week to have your bike be sparkling new again but you keep visiting Shinichiro’s motor shop regardless, smiling happily and never shying away from opportunities to be close to him or be of help.

You frequent his shop so often, you’ve gotten into bringing your uni work with you to pass the time productively. Shinichiro can’t always be around you, he had to tend to other buying customers and work on bike repairs as well so you needed to earn your keep of stay around him by not getting in his way.

Seeing him working away on bikes in his usual, casual attire is a double edged sword. Even though the sight motivated you to work hard on your assignments, it was also a cause for many of your distractions. Does he know how sexy his back looks? Through the thin fabric of his white shirt, you can see the muscles of his back flex and contract as he toils away at a screw or a particular part of any bike he was working on. And because he’s using his arms and upper body so much his shoulders are really broad while his waist remains relatively slender, it makes you want to wrap your arms around him and squeeze tightly. You’re so smitten that you think the curls of his hair brushing up against the back of his pale neck was cute too.

He must know how besotted you are by now…right?

“She’s staring at you again,” Wakasa alerts, helping his friend out with retrieving the appropriate tools for the right parts.

“Is she now?” the former delinquent commander muses, unable to stop the smile from curling up the edges of his lips. He continues with his current repair work as if he didn’t have the reputation of the guy who was rejected 20 times and now finally has a chance with someone, who was way out of his league.

“You aren’t going to say anything?” his friend raises a brow at his unusual behaviour.

“Can you pass me the flat-head screw driver, please?”

Wakasa does so and sighs in sympathy, his eyes tracing over your lovestruck expression, “it’s a shame, really…she has the worst timing,” Shinichiro laughs at the truth of his friend’s statement. If it was a few months ago, he would have been over the moon to know that such a cute and sweet girl openly liked him but after introducing Izana to Mikey and Emma, he was more focused on helping his younger siblings get along and managing his bike shop than romance, “you really aren’t going to do anything?”

Shinichiro avoids the question, choosing instead to look closer at the engine of the bike he was working on. It’s not as if he dislikes you, in fact, he thinks you’re adorable and definitely someone he would mutually pin for but that was the problem. He swore to prioritise his family over anything else and so doesn’t know how to answer the question himself; silence, was his best response.

“Well…if you’re not going to step up, I’m not letting such a cute girl pass,” Wakasa barely rises from his perch before Shinichiro is already standing firmly before him with an unwavering stare.

“I think I’m done with this bike, can you bring in the next bike scheduled for a repair? I’m gonna ask (Y/N) to leave and go for a smoke,”

“Whatever you say, commander,” Wakasa chuckles and gets to work with a hidden smirk of triumph. Too easy.

“(Y/N),” Shinichiro calls as he approaches you, the hand in his pocket searching for something.

“Shin!” you perk up with a bright smile, the man raising a brow at the sudden nickname you address him with but doesn’t object; it’s a cute nickname that only you are allowed to call him from now on, “are you finished? Do you want to grab lunch together?”

“Actually,” Shinichiro rubs the back of his neck as he brings out his cigarettes and lighter, “why don’t you go and grab some lunch for yourself? I still have a lot of work to do and I don’t want to keep you cooped up and bored with no one to talk to here,” it’s the truth, he feels guilty seeing you sit so prettily through the open door of his back office into the garage - it’s the best location for wifi but the space is claustrophobic and in constant disarray, he’s ashamed you’re always in it but he can’t offer anything better, location wise, in his shop. He’s sure you have better places to be than his plebeian bike repair shop, he can’t even converse with you to the point where you bring work to do in between the short exchanges you two infrequently have.

“Put those away, Shinichiro,” before the mechanic could realise what you were even referring to, your hand brushes up against his as you take away his cigarettes and lighter.

“What the-” his brows begin to cross at your actions but you’re two steps ahead of him.

“Don’t worry, I have a replacement for you,” you smile brightly dumping his cigarettes into your bag, ready to throw them away later, and pull out a lollipop with a crinkling of plastic, “I’ll even unwrap it for you, here,” Shinichiro stands bewildered as Wakasa tries to hide his laughter from behind him. He stares down at you unwrapping a lollipop before reaching up and feeding it to him, “there you go! Do you like it? It’s my favourite flavour,” you chirp with the most innocent smile.

“Umm,” the taller male softly ponders aloud as you wait in anticipation for his opinion, “it’s not bad but I prefer my cigarettes,” he raises his hand to reach for your bag.

“What do you mean? It’s my favourite flavour and that’s the best one!” you huff, reaching up to grab the stick of the lollipop, “I did give you my favourite flavour, right?” pulling the sweet from between his lips, not a second passes before you have a taste to check the flavour yourself, “it’s the right flavour, why don’t you like it?” you almost whine, holding back your nerves as you stare at the mechanic’s flustered expression and red-tipped ears.

“U-uhhh…”

“Shin?”

“Sorry!” he shakes his head in a poor attempt to dissolve his surprise and suddenly feverish state, “I like it…yeah, thank you,”

“You’re welcome!” with a giggle, you feed him back the same lollipop and gather up your things. A crawling heat resonates from your wildly hammering heart, defeating your ears and fogging up your mind as you try to walk off your seductress behaviour, “I’ll go and buy us some lunch, I’ll grab some for you too Wakasa! ‘Be back as soon! I hope you guys like Italian!” without another word, you rush out the door with your bag and are soon out of sight.

“Woah! Usually you’re the one pulling the moves,” Wakasa laughs out loud as he throws his arm across his frozen friend’s shoulders, “looks like your girl got too impatient and started pulling the moves on you, instead!” the delinquent was about to laugh even more when he realised the absence of breath coming from his friend, “Shinichiro?…HEY! BREATHE!”

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With how often you frequent Shinichiro’s shop, not only have you been able to meet his close friends but now his siblings too.

“Are you Shinichiro-niisan’s girlfriend?”

“She can’t be! She’s too pretty, Emma,” Mikey scoffs in a matter-of-fact tone with his arms crossed. The two youngest siblings begin to bicker as an older, silver-haired boy stands off to the side with observing eyes disguised behind a deep frown. This makes you giggle as the mechanic beside you flushes an adorable pink and snaps at his siblings.

“Oi!”

“Do you always get brutally slandered like this, Shin?” you pull a mocking, sympathetic face.

“Unfortunately…” laughing at his admittance, you step forward and make a formal introduction.

“No, I’m not Shinichiro’s girlfriend but I am a friend. My name’s (Y/N), it’s so nice to finally meet you cuties,” you give them a close-eyed smile but tilt your head at their lack of response and don’t know how to comprehend their blushing cheeks or wide-eyed stare focused solely on you, “Ummm…is something wrong?”

“Sibling Meeting!” Emma announces out of nowhere and the three practically stampede away to the back office with Shinichiro in their clutches, leaving you in the garage with a bewildered look.

‘That was…strange’, you think to yourself but shrug it off with a chuckle and head out when you notice the time.

After confirming that the door to the office was firmly shut, the three younger siblings corner the eldest Sano.

“What do the three of you want with me now?” Shinichiro chuckles nervously, his temple beginning to break out into a nervous sweat.

“She’s not your girlfriend, right?” Emma asks with an judgemental look in her eyes.

“Well, no-”

“Try harder to make her your girlfriend then!” Mikey demands.

'What?-‘ Shinichiro mentally stutters in shock. Do they like you that much after a simple ‘hello’? The older Sano doesn’t know whether or not he should be happy that they like you or concerned that they seem to like you more than him.

Izana nods along, surprisingly agreeing with his younger siblings for once, “yeah, we need an older sister to take care of us!”

“I’m sorry Shin-nii but you’re not enough,” Emma justifies.

“So you need to promise to steal her away before anybody else can! You need to do it for us, not just for you! So don’t be selfish; make her your girlfriend and our onee-san quickly!” Mikey juts in.

“Don’t screw this up! We need an older sister!” Izana finishes and without another word, the trio turn their backs to their mechanic older brother and move to the garage only to gasp in horror.

“Look! She already left! Shin you stupid bum, it’s all your fault!” Emma wails, unexpected tears welling up in her eyes, which immediately had her two older brothers kneeling at her side, offering comfort while occasionally throwing Shinichiro a dirty look as if he committed the most heinous crime before them.

“Why do I feel like I’m the one at fault here?” Shinichiro sobs pitifully in a poor attempt to gain their sympathy but is only met with two cold stares as his youngest sister continues to sniffle at your absence. ‘What did you do to my siblings, (Y/N)? They’ve gone insane…’

“Oh no! what happened?” your angelic voice cuts through the garage like a ray of sunlight illuminating a dismal forest’s opaque shadow. There, you appear with the sunlight behind you to create a halo of light around your beautiful silhouette, the pretty picture of an angelic being, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” you ask softly, approaching the trio who stand frozen, once again, at your presence. They sounded so confident talking about you before but looking at their awestruck looks now, Shinichiro has to hold back an amused chuckle, “Did someone bully, Emma?” you continue with your soft voice, reaching out to caress her pudgy cheek as you kneel down to be at eye level with her.

“N-no…”

“Then what’s making you cry, cutie?” in an attempt to hide her flustered cheeks, the youngest Sano moves forward to tuck her face into your neck as you instinctively move to hug her close, “Awww~ there, there, you’re okay,”

The two boys beside her have the same immature thought. It’s silly but their eyes begin to water too. They haven’t been able to experience such a tender touch from from a motherly figure in so long and seeing Emma be coddled so lovingly by you makes them incredibly jealous.

“Come here, boys,” you open your arms and the two boys immediately take the opportunity to cuddle close to you too. They breathe in your refreshingly floral and sweet scent before sighing in content. Having an older sister is entirely different to having an older brother, it’s like the difference between heaven and earth, the elite and sub-par. Indescribable happiness and comfort fill all of their chests as they nuzzle all the more closer to you, almost swamping your kneeling figure but you don’t mind; you’ve always wanted younger siblings and you adore the little ones being so cuddly despite only just meeting them briefly. “Don’t tell me Shinichiro bullied you,” you give said mechanic a teasing glare, “if he did, you tell me and I’ll beat him up for you,”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Shush your mouth, I’m not gonna listen to you, the kids are more important,” you proceed to coddle and treat the three young Sanos with the utmost care and love, unknowing of the cheeky grins they throw their eldest brother behind your back. It’s as if they had won something over him…and Shinichiro can’t argue with the truth; seeing you be so loving to his siblings makes his heart swell unusually large, it’s so unlike any of the 20 girls he’s been infatuated with and tried to ask out before. None of them had ever met or interacted with his siblings like you, he wonders why he ever liked them in the first place. He can only guess that it was all shallow infatuation based on appearance because you have all that and more - they couldn’t even attempt to outshine your lustrous glow.

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“Am I running a kindergarten or?…” Shinichiro asks himself, smiling fondly at the chaos before him despite his disapproving statement.

“They’re a spritely bunch, aren’t they?” You muse from beside him, the two of you making eye contact and giggling. After meeting the younger Sanos, they insist on introducing you to their friends as well. There was Senju and Haruchiyo (Takeiomi’s younger siblings), Kakucho (Izana’s best friend) and Draken, Baji and Kazutora (Mikey’s friends). Not only that but you were also able to meet Inupi, a young boy who looks up to Shinichiro and acts like his apprentice. They make a raucous bunch but you couldn’t help but grow a fondness for them.

“You think you can handle them while I work on that new bike with Inupi?” Shinichiro asks, pulling the blonde boy to his side, prompting you to reach out and comb your fingers through the young boy’s hair.

Nodding, you smile and lean forward as your hand lovingly sweeps down to caress his supple cheek, “make sure he does a good job, okay, Inupi?” Inupi nods with a soft blush on his cheeks and drags Shinichiro away by the hand to escape your effect on him. He loves and looks up to Shinichiro and had been quick to adore you as well.

“Baji, no fair!” a cry draws your attention away from the retreating mechanic duo to witness the friendly brawl between Baji and Kazutora, “I don’t know martial arts like you and Mikey, go easy on me!”

“You need to toughen up and I’m just trying to help you!” the golden-eyed boy grins with his arms crossed in triumph.

Hoping to distract from the situation and settle down the chaotic group, you speak up, “Kazutora, have you eaten yet today?”

“Lunch?” the adorable boy asks with sweet, rounded eyes as you nod and open up your arms for him to nestle and cuddle into. It might have been just a simple embrace to you but for the boy in your arms, it’s the only time he can relish in the gentle touch of a loving mother.

“Should we order something for everyone?” you suggest as Haruchiyo whines and sneaks his way into your arms with Kazutora too. You don’t know what these boys have been through but it’s clear that they need the love and guidance of a secure guardian figure. If you took anything away from your parents’ teachings, it was how to care for children, “Any ideas on food? Preferably something everyone would like?”

“Why do they get to cuddle (Y/N)-nee?” Mikey shouts as he tries to pull Haruchiyo away from you, who only holds onto you tighter. The topic of food didn’t even hold their attention anymore and it usually did the trick so you were kind of beginning to panic.

“When do we get cuddles too?” Kakucho adds timidly, unable to meet your eyes and acting adorable, it made your heart weak. If you could cuddle all of them at the same time, you would.

“I’m sorry but how about we all grab lunch first and then we can sort out cuddles after?” it took some deliberation but everyone eventually agreed after some whining.

Over time, the children really grew on you and you, them. You’re practically their older sister now and they’ve come to actively seek you out whenever they needed a more tender care that their current guardians couldn’t compare to. Naturally, you’ve spoiled them in your own way by gifting them toys and presents they could only dream of wishing for but what they appreciated you more for is your time, understanding and gentle nature.

They care for you so much that they start plotting multiple scenarios for you and Shinichiro to get together. It’s all a plot that results in them having you forever tied to them and since everyone wanted that, they all were willing to participate.

“What was that all about?” Shinichrio asks with his hands on his waist.

“Don’t think we’re doing this for you because (Y/N) onee-san can do so much better than you Shin-nii,” Mikey scoffs as the eldest Sano raises a brow, he never asked for their help.

“That’s right! She’s capable of getting someone better than you so don’t get cocky,” Izana chimes in, which raises Shinichiro’s brows. Surprisingly, Mikey and Izana are teaming up together despite their usually clashing opinions and Shinichiro doesn’t know whether he should be happy or not. Are you the only one that can bring them together like this? You’re more special than he thought.

Emma steps up with her own determined look, “it’s only because we want her to become our actual onee-san so don’t screw this up for us!”

“Yeah!” the rest of the kids shout around him, “Don’t screw this up Shinichiro!” the mechanic is surprised Inupi is going along with them as well; the young blonde usually sides with him so it was even more surprising to see him like this. He must really like you too.

Admitting defeat, Shinichiro laughs it off as he raises his hands in surrender. He’s just happy to see them united and happier than ever.

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You’ve integrated yourself so seamlessly into the Sano family that you were practically at their house every day, helping with the chores, cooking yummy meals, serving snacks and just being great company to everyone. It was the children who urged you to spend more time with them and dragged you into the home, refusing to accept any protests that came from you or anyone else. It was for the best, really, everyone loved having you around, especially Shinichiro. The mechanic loved seeing his siblings get along so well, even if their primary connection was you, he also loved how you took care of his grandpa; he was a stubborn elderly man that refused help but all you had to do was pull out an adorable pout and he couldn’t refuse. It was laughable, really.

It was mid-afternoon and Mikey had finished training in the dojo. To relax, he was now lounging around with you at the back of the house, his head laying on your lap and still dressed in his dojo uniform.

“I don’t like having an onii-san,” Mikey voices past his lollipop, his statement coming from, seemingly, out of nowhere.

“What do you mean?” you gasp, your shock making you momentarily stop stroking the young boy’s hair, “Shin is such a good older brother to you, Emma and Izana,”

“I mean…I like my onii-san but I want an onee-san more,” Mikey finally meets your eyes although brief and quickly goes back to surveying the back garden.

You laugh at his statement before slowly simmering down to a giggle, “what makes you think that having an onee-san is so much better?”

“Because you’re like an onee-san…” Mikey confesses, a light pink dusting his cheeks as you smile warmly down at him, “and you make a great one,”

“Thank you, Mikey,” despite your kind tone and gentle smile, Mikey still doesn’t meet your eyes as the pink of his cheeks escalates into a deep red. To further express your thanks, you lean down and give him a soft kiss on the temple. If he wasn’t as red as a tomato before, he certainly was now.

The conversation was so out of nowhere but still felt as though it held so much meaning that you wanted to press Mikey more on the topic but the atmosphere just didn’t feel right. That and he seems pretty unresponsive after your innocent kiss.

For now, you’ll wait until a similar conversation is brought up again.

“You know, Grandpa and I really like having you around the house (Y/N)-onee-chan!” Emma voices as the two of you cook together side-by-side. Tonight, you both wanted to cook curry for the family so, while you took care of peeping the potatoes, Emma prepped the carrots.

It appears as though you didn’t have to wait too long.

You have a sneaking suspicion about what they want from you but you keep your suspecting smile to yourself and play along, “Oh? Why is that?”

Emma smiles brightly up at you before continuing to peel carrots, she’s so happy you didn’t try to correct her for calling you her onee-chan, “it’s just nicer is all!”

“I’m glad, I like being here too, Emma-chan,”

“Really?!”

“Of course!” you both grin at each other, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here every day,” the two of you giggle.

“Then you want to be here all the time, right!” Emma tries to confirm from you, her eyes sparkling in the kitchen light as her cheeks become a cute pink - her and Mikey are undeniably siblings.

“Without a doubt!”

“Then-” Emma begins, only to be cut off as her grandpa makes his entrance into the kitchen. He’s grinning from ear to ear and holding the tray you had served his tea and wagashi in.

“Then you are always welcome here, child!”

“Thank you grandpa!” you smile and help him bring the tray over to the kitchen counter as you begin to wash the used utensils. Behind you. Emma deflates at her failed plan but continues to prep the carrots. You’re sure of who will be the next one to approach you from there.

“Be my girlfriend,” Izana announces out of nowhere as you gape in astonishment.

“Ah-” the young Sano’s statement was so unbelievable, you wanted to laugh in disbelief but seeing the serious look in his eyes, you gulped. You shake the heat off your neck before it could reach your cheeks and calmed your heart before speaking, “I’m flattered Izana but I think you’re too young for me. And besides, I’m sure you don’t want to be with someone who is so much older than you-”

Izana shakes his head, his eyes still serious and unshaken, “no, you’re perfect!”

You finally allow yourself to laugh at the situation, “Thank you, but I still can’t accept your confession, I’m afraid,”

“…then be Shin’s girlfriend instead!” Izana finally answers you after pondering to himself momentarily.

“Wha-?!!” an immense heat overcomes your cheeks and you’re at a loss for words. You had the intuition that this was soon coming but you were still left unprepared for how to react. Izana is simply too bold for you.

“You like him, don’t you?”

“Well…- uhh!” as you were trying to find the words to answer Izana appropriately, you see the mischievous look on his face and realise the trap that had been set for you. Gasping aloud, you squint your eyes accusingly at the little boy, “Izana! Y-you!”

“I’ll take that as a yes!” he smirks and begins to walk away with a skip in his step before shouting, “SHIN-NII HAS A CHANCE!”

It wasn’t long before you found yourself in Shinichiro’s motorcycle workshop, alone with the mechanic himself and explaining all the encounters you had with his younger siblings. As you go about retelling your experience, Shinichiro charmingly cycled through different shades of red from his seat crouched over a motorcycle. You don’t know what was more amusing to you, seeing Shinichiro so flustered or the entire situation.

“I’m really sorry about them-“

“You know, they do have a point,” you smile, staring off and avoiding Shinichiro’s curious, wide-eyed stare.

“Wha-?”

“I quite like being an onee-san to Mikey, Emma and Izana,” Shinichiro gulps in anticipation at your statement. He can feel the 3 pairs of eyes watching you two and the muted impatient shuffling of small feet from behind the door to his office, looking into his workshop, “I also really like you,”

The silence that follows your confession is dense and your gradually climbing heart rate becomes the only thing you can hear.

“…I like you too,” Shinichiro confesses and for the longest minute, you two sit in heart-fluttering silence before Shinichiro finally finds the words to ask you, “please be my girlfriend,”

Instead of verbally answering, you smile brightly and make your way over to him. Once you’re in front of the eldest sano, you take his hands and wrap them around your waist as you lean up to wrap your arms around his neck and lock his lips into a deep kiss.

“YEESSSSSSSS!” a combined shout screams in the background as you and Shinichiro smile into the kiss, tightening your hold on one another and deepening your embrace.

Following the news of your relationship, Shinichiro’s grandfather approved right away, so did all of the kids and Shinichiro’s friends too.

“Took you guys long enough,” Wakasa grins as Takeomi steps up beside him with a smirk after putting out his cigarette.

“We were losing our minds over you two taking your sweet-ass time,” Benki laughs and pulls Shinichiro into his side with an arm around the mechanic’s shoulders.

“So, have you taken her out yet?”

Shinichiro rubs the back of his neck with a look of worry, “I want to but…I can’t think of anything good enough for her,” his trio of friends give him a look of confusion and he elaborates, “I don’t know if you guys have seen her but (Y/N) clearly comes from a very wealthy family,” they nod, “and I’m not- I’m not-!…she’s way out of my league and I don’t want our first date to be a disappointment,”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself man,” Wakasa consoles, patting him on the shoulder.

“Remember that she’s dating you for you; not for your money,” Benki adds, “if she wanted a rich fancy guy, I’m sure she would have had that option ages ago,” despite the comforting words, Shinichiro still seemed down cast over the prospect. They don’t get it. How can he not understand that if you wanted him for his money, why did you willingly spend so much time with him at his humble bike shop? If you really cared about material things, you wouldn’t have pursued him in the first place, you wouldn’t have put up with getting to know his younger siblings or even wasted your time cooped up in his cramped office. They would have sensed that you had ill intentions with him and prevented him from pursuing you. They didn’t see that ill-intent in you, however, and happily encouraged him to notice you instead.

“Besides, knowing how much of a hopeless romantic you are, I’m sure you’ll come up with something nice to do together,” Takeomi’s comment and lazy smile sets the mechanic’s mind turning right away.

Maybe he could think of something…

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Shin? What are you doing here?” you were shocked. Admittedly, you weren’t having a good day but getting a surprise visit from your boyfriend was slowly washing all of that away, you would have been smiling by now if it weren’t for the get up he was in.

In front of you, Shinichiro was parked on his motorbike, dressed in a suit and tie with fingerless biker gloves on and his helmet off, showcasing his unruly hair. Looking down, his shoes were not the ones you saw him typically wearing, on his bike he was now wearing a pair of oxford dress shoes. You’ve seen many men dressed like that and had grown tired of the aesthetic long ago but seeing Shinichiro in that smart attire while on his motorbike is making your heart do unspeakable things in your chest. It’s hard to breathe and your face is lava-hot. He looks so sexy, elegant and handsome; he pulls it off so well.

“Sorry, sorry, I was so excited to take you out, I forgot to ask you first,” your boyfriend bashfully admits, scratching the back of his head with a flustered look on his face, his other hand fiddling with his helmet perched on his bike. You smiled, you’re so happy to have met a sweetheart like him, “Can I take you out today?”

“I can never say no to you,” grinning at each other, he pulls out a helmet to help you put on before doing the same and waiting patiently for you to get on the bike behind him so he can finally race off. This is the first time you’ve ridden on a bike together so you squeeze him tightly around the torso in an attempt to secure the moment into your memory.

The ride to your first destination didn’t take too long but you wish it did. You loved having your arms around him as he speeds past cars and buses. It was also a bonus being able to feel his toned abs under his white button up. You still can’t believe he’s your boyfriend and that you were his girlfriend. It felt like a dream. He doesn’t pry too much into your private life, he’s respectful, a family man and owns a business. Also, ever since you pointed out his bad smoking habit, he’s made the conscious decision to smoke less and less, there’s still a lingering scent of smoke surrounding him, however, but you’ll have to admit that it adds to his already musky cologne. He’s so perfect. You hope you measure up to him just as well.

“Here we are,” Shinichiro announces, taking off his helmet and help you with yours. With one arm he pulls you close by the waist and with the other he gestures to a carefully laid out picnic. There was a large woven picnic basket in the middle of a large blanket, on the side there was a bouquet of flowers and an ice box with a 2L bottle of Coca-cola inside.

“Wow! Shin, this looks so romantic,” you gush, taking in the scene and letting your heart race a million miles a minute, “did you prepare this all for me?” you ask sweetly, fluttering your lashes up at him as you turn to wrap your arms around his waist, your chin sitting on his tie.

“I had a little help preparing it all but it was my idea,” as he stares down at you, a soft smile lifts the corners of his lips, showcasing his dimples while a hand plays with a strand of your hair, “do you like it?”

To answer him, you gently tug on his tie and lead his lips into a deep kiss, “I love it, thank you so much, Shin,” his smiles widens and he kisses you again before gently taking your hand and leading you to sit on the blanket.

“This evening, my fine lady, I have prepared for you something you have never tried before,” Shinichiro announces as you awe from eagerness and anticipation. Rising to his knees, Shinichiro pulls out from the picnic basket several bags of McDonalds take away and you laugh loudly with your head thrown back. You’ve told him about not having ever tasted fast food before so this was a perfect chance to introduce you to some.

“Awww~ Shin, you remembered~” you coo as he winks at you, grinning proudly.

“Of course!” he begins to lay out your meal in front of you, ”I got you a cheeseburger, chips with the condiment sachets and chicken nuggets,”

“Oh wow! Thank you so much!”

“For dessert, I’m taking you out for ice cream,”

“That sounds perfect!”

Shinichiro takes out his phone so as to play romantic piano music and the scene was officially set, your happy meal together could finally commence. He’s tried so hard and it makes you so happy.

As you devoured the grease, processed meat and artificial flavouring, you have to admit that it was the best meal you had ever eaten. There wasn’t a claustrophobic, overly opulent atmosphere to surround you, no golden chandeliers dazzling overhead, no tiny portions of food or the need for any eating utensils. It was a perfect meal.

“You’ve really outdone yourself, Shin,” you compliment after the two of you laughed over his yellow Gudetama-themed socks, a contrast to his tuxedo and smart dress. It was a charming disparity to his black and white suit.

“Are you sure you liked it?”

“Of course, I did! That was the best meal I’ve ever had,” you exclaim, your smile bright and your eyes sincere.

“I just…you’re always so dressed up and it’s obvious you come from a good family so I didn’t want to disappoint you,”

You smiled. He’s noticed your wealth but didn’t pursue anything else from you, whether it be information on your background or a share of your money, instead he just tries his best to please you in his own way. He’s such a dream come true.

“I love you for you Shinichiro, not your money,”

He smiles, “That’s what Benki told me,”

“And he’s absolutely right,” you crawl over to sit in between his legs and lean against his chest, “this was a perfect first date…” you sigh.

“Not yet,” Shinichiro chimes grinning down at you when you look up to him abruptly, wrapped up in his arms and looking oh-so sweet, “I promised ice cream for dessert remember?”

Giggling, the two of you put your helmets on again before Shinichiro takes you to an ice cream parlour. He told you not to worry about leaving behind the picnic, he had already messaged his friends to help him clear up the setting so you two could happily enjoy your ice cream without worry.

To end the perfect date, Shinichiro dropped you off in front of your apartment building in the better part of town and left after you made him take off his helmet so that you could give him one last kiss as he leans against his parked bike. His arm was swept around your waist and pulled you close as his other hand caressed your cheek. Your skin was so soft, he made the right choice in taking off his fingerless, leather gloves first. Your lips still had traces of the ice cream you had earlier, it was a good flavour but tasting it from your lips made it that much better. He couldn’t get enough. He could spend hours just kissing you as the world disappears.

“Shin-” you mutter, pulling away for a quick breath.

“I’m not done,” he keeps kissing you, breathless as his hands begin to wonder. One hand reached up to grasp at your hair and trace your scalp with his fingers as the other drew the dips and curves of your silhouette.

“But-” you gasp only to be cut off again by his lips.

“Not yet…” he moans into your mouth, “I want more,” he pulls away to trail kisses down your neck as your hands claws helplessly at his shoulders. The entire time, your head is fuzzy and a weightless sensation sparks through you while a carnal weight develops in between your legs sending shocks of pleasure through you. Just from kissing him and having his lips on your neck, he makes you feel so weak.

“Shin, I have to go…” you whine.

“Please~” he begs beside your ear, pressing a gentle kiss against the shell.

“I can’t…no matter how much I want to continue,” you whisper, stopping his incoming lips with a finger. He pulls a shocked face before it morphs into a pout and you giggle.

Trailing your eyes down, you fix his tie slightly and assure him, “I’ll see you again tomorrow,” he still has his hands around your waist and you were about to ask him to let go when you notice his eyes had gone cold and were fixed on something behind you, “Shin?” you turn around and freeze up at a familiar face.

“Oi! (Y/N), it’s been a while!…” the sharply dressed man shouts at you, a smug smirk on his lips as anger knits his brows, “You know, it’s impolite for you to just stand there and not greet me,” you knew exactly who he was but didn’t want to answer him so you curled up further into Shinichiro’s chest. He was a well-dressed man but that was a disguise hiding his greedy and despicable nature. You can’t believe you ever went out with him. It was only one date but it was still a huge waste of your time and sanity. You never thought you’d see Akihiko again but you’re glad Shinichiro is with you for it.

“Don’t talk to my girl like that!” Shinichiro shouts, embracing you warmly and staring daggers at the unknown man before him. He doesn’t know the history you two have but he’s not gonna let him verbally abuse you in public.

“What? Your girl? Are you two dating?” Akihiko laughs humourlessly at the silence that follows, “You can’t be serious, I’m the only one for you (Y/N). Your parents have me as a potential suitor, remem-?!”

Before he could finish, there was a bang and a flickering of the street lamp above you. Looking up, you realise that Shinichiro had punched the lamp post and caused an indentation in the body of the lamp post. The look on his face resembled that of a fierce beast ready to attack.

You whisper his name softly, reaching up to touch his cheek but it doesn’t affect him, “Stay away from (Y/N) or else…” Akihiko didn’t say a word but like the coward he is, he walked away grumbling under his breath with his hands in his pocket.

“I’m sorry, Shin,”

“It’s alright,” your boyfriend smiles but there’s a sadness behind it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Will your parents approve of me?”

“They will,” he doesn’t look convinced, “they love me and only want me to live happily, you’re the first guy to ever make me feel this happy so you’re already more than qualified,” wordlessly, he kisses your cheek and goes to put on his helmet, “come and meet my parents with me tomorrow,” his hands freeze in place and he looks at you with a wide-eyed stare, “is noon good? We’ll treat you to lunch,” you smile as he nods, gives you another kiss before riding away.

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Your debut into high society had been fast approaching and your parents did their best to respect your want for patience when it came to the topic of your suitor, little did they know that you already had one in mind. Knowing your parents, they’ll be accepting of anyone as long as you’re happy and they take good care of you.

You had originally wanted to savour your time getting to know Shinichiro as a boyfriend first before you introduce him to your parents but you had no choice ever since the unpleasant encounter you had the night of your first date. Your mom and dad had contacted you with an image sent to them of you and Shinichiro kissing outside your apartment building. It was most likely sent from that bitter man, Akihiko. Thankfully your parents weren’t angry and only wanted to meet Shinichiro in person. It made you grin at how horribly bad that insignificant guy’s actions backfired on him, he didn’t know your parents like you did. He probably thought they’d be disgusted with your new boyfriend and demand that you break up with him right away.

“Don’t be nervous, Shin, they’ll love you, just be yourself,” you laugh to yourself softly at his distressed composure. It’s really cute how nervous he was, it shows just how much he cares about making a good first impression and it was heartwarming. Shinichiro knew that you were rich but he didn’t know that you were this rich. Upon arriving at the gates of your parents’ estate, he was dumbfounded. This type of wealth was unfathomable to him; he didn’t know what to think or how to act.

The front doors opened and you were both greeted by a butler who immediately took his coat, leaving him in his oversized white shirt, simple silver chain and usual cargo pants. He was clean and fresh but wished you’d let him dress up in a suit like he did for your first date. You reasoned that he was perfect as his normal self and continued to assure him that your parents would love him either way.

Entering the dining room, you immediately run to your parents with your arms open wide and pull them both into a hug. The three of you exchange brief words of greeting before all attention finally turns to Shinichiro, who had been carefully observing the scene. He could tell that your parents loved you dearly, the love in their eyes upon seeing you and the wide smiles on their lips definitely belong to parents that were incredibly prideful and caring of their daughter.

“So you’re my daughter’s boyfriend, huh?” your father greets, reaching out to shake Shinichiro’s hand and snapping the mechanic out of his brief trance.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you sir, I am Sano Shinichiro,” Shinichiro greets, bowing as he shakes your father’s hand.

“What a handsome young man you are,” your mother chimes in, hugging your father’s arm, “I can tell you’ve made our (Y/N) very happy so there’s nothing to object to,” at that, you and Shinichiro lock eyes and share a smile, “let’s all take a seat, shall we?” your mother suggests, walking with her husband to the table. Your father pulls the chair out for your mother before taking his own seat at the head of the table, silent and stoic, “lets get to know our future son-in-law over some delicious lunch, shall we?”

Son-in-law?

Ignoring the comment, Shinichiro follows suit and pulls your chair out for you before taking his own seat at your side. Your mother is in good spirits but your father has yet to utter another word after having greeted him as your boyfriend.

“Thank you for having me over for lunch today,” Shinichiro bows to your parents once more, your mother cooing as your father remains stoic. He’s a very tough and imposing character, his frame towering and bulky but also sharp and clean. Shinichiro was definitely intimidated but all he has to do is think about how you love him and how he loves you to gain back his strength.

“It’s our pleasure having you seat at our table, Shinichiro-kun,” your mother lightly hits your fathers should, clicking her tongue playfully, “honey, stop being silly and greet the sweet boy,”

“Sorry love,” your father kisses the back of your mother’s hand before turning back to Shinichiro but with a bright smile rather than a straight face, leaving your boyfriend speechless. How could he have switched demeanours so quickly? “we’re happy to have you here, son,”

Son?

“Shall I serve everyone’s drinks? I’m sure lunch will take a while,” you pipe up and stand from your chair.

“Let me give you a hand,” Shinichiro kindly offers and you nod, your parents smiling happily at the two of you walking off together to serve the drinks. They were so happy that you finally seem to have found the one for you. It’s just what they had hoped for their loving daughter.

“Why are they calling me those things?” you dreaded his question but gulped down your nerves.

“What do you mean?”

“Like ‘son-in-law’ and ‘son’, we’re not engaged…” ‘yet’, Shinichiro wanted to finish.

“The thing is, Shin, since I’m not from an ordinary family, us being together means…” your blood runs hot and cold at the same time, you’ve been so anxious about this confrontation and the idea of losing Shinichiro over this big step but it’s better to be straightforward then prolonging hiding this from him, “being together means engagement,”

“What?!” Shinichiro exclaims, his throat dry and his cheeks flaring up into a bright pink. He isn’t opposed to eventually asking for your hand but this is too soon, you’ve only been on one date, “This is too soon, (Y/N), it’s not that I’m opposed to being engaged to you but I just want to be dating you without the thought of that in the foreground,”

You smile. This is why you like him so much. He’s sweet and thoughtful and isn’t a push over when it mattered.

“I agree…don’t worry we’ll talk to my parents together about this,”

It’s clear that you’d be doing this backwards if you carried one as things stands now. Normal courting and boyfriend and girlfriend things will always be overshadowed by that looming future commitment. It’ll be too much pressure on the both of you. Thankfully, your mother and father abandoned tradition for your brother and his, now, fiancé so there isn’t a doubt in your mind that they would be lenient on you too.

Drinks were quickly poured and lunch closely followed in being served. Throughout the meal, conversation was leisurely and comfortable, Shinichiro stayed truthful the entire time and was happy to see that your parents didn’t look down on his humble background and honest labour, in fact, they praised him for the success he’s been able to achieve on his own and with his own skills. To Shinichiro, it felt incredibly nice to be complimented by the parents of the woman he loves.

However, one urgent topic needed addressing still and Shinichiro upon seeing the end of lunch, chimed up. He confessed that he has never had the courage to propose to you and has yet to ask for their express permission to officially date you. He then takes the time to stand and bow deeply to your parents.

“Please allow me to date your daughter. I promise to treat her well and love her with my whole heart,” Shinichiro bows so deeply, his head hits the dinning room table but he doesn’t flinch, instead he stays in his deep bow until your father speaks up.

“Thank you for formally asking us. Traditionally, we’d want you to get engaged right away but we approve of you courting our daughter first,” your parents love him instantly and can’t wait until you get properly engaged in the future and join families.

NAVI. | TOKYO REV. MLIST

A/N: i want to write a part 2 to make up for the trashy and rushed ending of this fic but i don’t know how long it’ll take so i hope you dolls like the fic as it stands now

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beanyboobee · 2 years ago

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A friend and I were talking about Princess Iron Fan, and about how in some legends she is A godess, and related to the wind gods the heavenly courts intrusted.

And that moved onto us questioning what RedSon would actually be? Like yes he is demon but if his mother is originally of the heavenly court wouldn't he also be a celestial being and damn beautiful baby?

And now I can't get the idea out of my head of RedSon being something both those of the heavenly realm and those of the demon realm can appriciate, that he has quality's that fit both their standards, and now all I want to do is write a one shot with Red at a banquet with his friends, where his friends now have to listen to both demons and heavenly beings gushing or commenting about how pretty Red is just because that's what i want an excuse to write about.

That as we have seen in LMK while training Mei he can actually be rathe patient and well spoken, that it led me to imagine that he knows how to act to please both sides, being his parents heir, he knows just what to say in a public space and how to remain calm ...for the most part.

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todoshotoroki · 3 years ago

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𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨

Warnings: smut, light spanking, heavy degradation, sub f bodied reader x Bakugou.〤 Minors DNI

Word count: 1.7k

Katsuki didn't like sharing. He made it very clear, the things that were his were not to be touched. Now, this didn't mean he wasn't good at hiding things. Nobody could have known that you and the great Bakugou Katsuki had been fucking behind everyone's back. So while he couldn't exactly show you off, he had other ways to make sure you'd always come back to him.

So you should have known better then to start hanging around that fucking nerd.

You should have known he would have found out, how Izuku Midoryia would walk into the common room absolutely swooning about the wonderful chat you two had together in the elevator just moments before. You had been on your way to class, and happened to pass each other on the way out.

It was harmless, really. Izuku was a good friend to you.

Bakugou had to teach you a lesson. That was why he waited outside for your class to finish, before wordlessly grabbing your hand and pulling you down the hallway that was packed with students. You tried multiple times to avoid eye contact with anyone else, Katsuki was literally holding your hand for the first time in public. Plus, it only added to the suspicion when he yanked open the nearest janitor closet, pulling you inside and slamming it shut. He clicked the lock into place.

“So are you going to explain, Bakugou? You do realize everyone just saw that right?” Your voice was irritated, and you crossed your arms over your chest. Clearly, you weren't happy. That didn't matter to him though, he wasn't here to make you happy right now. “Don't talk” He said, taking a step forward to grab your backpack, pushing it past your shoulders and onto the floor. “Excuse me? What do you think-”

His face instantly turned into a scowl, and his hand came up to grip tightly onto your jaw, the pads of his fingers and the tips of his nails digging into your cheeks. “Shut your mouth before I fucking shut it for you” He growled, leaning close to your face to make sure you could hear him clear enough. “You think your so fucking hot, hiding away in an elevator with that fucking idiot. You wanted to make me jealous? That why? Fucking brat” The closet was dark, but his piercing red eyes burned into yours as he pushed you all the way to the back of the wall.

“W-What are you talking about? I wasn't flirting with Izuku-” Your protest was interrupted by a harsh slap to the cheek, your face lurching to the side from the impact. “Say his name one more fucking time, I dare you little girl”

This was new. Katuski had always been dominant, it was his personality. Though, you had never seen him practically seething with jealousy. Your thighs were already getting sticky. “B-but I really wasn't” You weakly defended yourself as Katsuki’s free hand traveled down to your skirt, shoving it down past your hips. “B-b-but i-i-” He mocked your voice harshly, his fingers reaching behind you to roughly grab at your ass, before landing another harsh smack to your lower cheek.

“Your so fucking dumb, you don't even realize the effect you have on people. You need glasses? Huh four eyes? Couldn't see how he was gushing over your little talk today?” His grip on your jaw slowly slid down your neck and across your throat, pinching the sides between his thumb and index finger. Enough to hurt, but air still flowed to your lungs. “Maybe I just have to show you baby. You were a virgin when i first fucked you, my little virgin, right?”

“Y-yeah, Katsuki, please..” Your face burned in shame, but you couldn't deny the desperation he made you feel. It was so hot to see him all bothered like this, how possessive he could be. You weren't even publicly dating yet.

“Guess ill just have to show you that I'm the first and last cock you'll ever fucking have” His hand came down to unbuckle his belt, yanking it off his hips and letting his jeans fall to the floor. “The only fucking one that can make you cum baby” He let go of his grip on your neck, instead placing both hands on your hips and turning you around to press your breasts up against the cold wall. It wasn't cold for long though, because Katsuki’s burning hot hand slithered between your shirt and the wall to grope at your breasts, pushing your bra up your chest.

His knee parted your thighs, his foot kicking each of your ankles to spread them. “Open your fucking legs” He grunted in your ear, his free hand gripping tighter on your hip. You weren't sure when he took his briefs off, but you could feel the throbbing head of his cock parting your folds to rub up against your clit. “Katsukiii- Just fuck me already” You begged in a small whine, tilting your head back to lean up on his shoulder.

Bakugou leaned down to press a loud, sloppy, wet kiss to your lips as he began to gently fuck his cock between your thighs. “You want me to fuck you baby girl? You sure you deserve this cock? You've been naughty, so fucking naughty” He growled in your ear as he began to teasingly fuck himself between your thighs, smearing his precum all over your soft skin, painting them white in his milky substance.

“Yes, yes please, I want it Suki, I want you nooow” Your whine was switched into a sing-songy tone. You reached between your legs, your fingers dancing on the tip of Bakugou's cock as it rubbed at your clit each time he fucked himself between your thighs. His hard cock throbbed between your legs for attention, and his breathing shuttered at your touch.

“Naughty girl” He muttered, pulling his cock back just enough to push it as far as he could go into your pussy.

“Fuck, Fuck, your so tight baby” He groaned, his arms circling tightly around your waist as he felt the weight of your body slack against his at the sudden intrusion of his cock. “K-Katsu- you- you went all the way in-inside” Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, Katsuki leaned forward, his tongue rolling across your salty cheek to lap up your fallen tears. “Yeah baby, it's because you've been such a bad girl, gotta show you, gotta.. Fuck, gotta teach you to be good”

He pulled almost all the way out, just barely emptying you before slamming his cock back into your guts. He instantly hit the right angle, his cock filling you so perfectly and hitting you in all the right spaces. One of the lewdest moans you've ever heard fell past his lips and slipped right into your ear, and you were so thankful his mouth was right next to your ear.

“Your such a fucking slut, getting my cock wet like this”

“Katsu- Katsuki wait-”

No, only good girls were able to make demands, and you had infuriated Bakugou Katsuki to the point where even now he was holding back from fucking you too harsh, constantly aware if he was setting his quirk off or not. He almost wanted to say fuck it.

Too fast? Too harsh? Too deep?

“Too fucking bad, your my little bitch right now” He growled, his movements speeding up and causing a new course of pleasure to shoot through both of your bodies. He reached up with his left hand, gripping your jaw and tilting your head to press a sloppy kiss onto your lips, roughly digging his teeth into your bottom lip as the sounds of smacking skin echoed in the room. “You- you’re so mean Kacchan” Maybe he was, but the way your pussy clenched and desperately sucked at his cock told him how much you were enjoying yourself.

“No, no I think you're the mean one. Letting dumbass Deku think he has a chance with you- no fucking way” His sentence ended in a growl as the hand on your jaw returned to its place around your throat. “Not that he’d ever want you if he knew the truth- if he knew how much you loved fuckin’ creamin’ all over my cock, hah, fuck” His movements sped up, your legs felt tingly and the knot of ecstasy begin to pile in your stomach.

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry Katsuki, please make me cum, please” Your words were weak, pathetic little whines tumbling helplessly past your lips. “M so sorry, I won't do it again, just please” God you sounded so hot. Your voice sounded so hot. The wet sounds the mixture of his dick in your pussy made together were so fucking hot.

“Dirty little girl, aren't you ashamed to be cumin all over me? All over my cock?” Katsuki couldn't deny his own release approaching, but he held off for that beautiful moment when you finished together. “No, betcha get off on it, you sick, twisted slut. My cheap little whore”

He knew when your head leaned back into his shoulder and your hand reached behind to grab the base of his hair, that you were cumming. As if the tightening around his cock wasn't already enough intel. On top of that, you knew what pulling his hair did to him, you knew, you dirty little succubus-

“Fuck baby, that's it, cum all over me, cum all over my cock sexy” His hips sputtered as you both came, his cock vibrating inside your pulsating walls as he shot out long spurts of semen inside of you. “So good ‘Suki, so good inside of me”

Both of you spent a few moments panting, catching your breaths. Bakugou laid his head on your shoulder, placing kisses along your collarbone. With a breathy chuckle, he was reminded of the hectic hallway just outside. Surely there would be rumors now, rumors that would reach Izuku Midoryia and crush every single one of his hopes and dreams.

Slowly, he lifted his head up to smile at you. “Hey, dumbass” He said with a cocky grin.

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: "𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞, 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩”

𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

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doevademe · 2 years ago

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Prompt: Percy, Nico and baby Emilia are having a nice family time at the parc (or some other public place) Nico leaves for a minute but when he comes back he find Percy surrounded but ladies who could not not go talk to that handsome guy who seems to be a wonderful dad ( we all know how attractive it is). Percy being Percy ofc thinks they re just cooing over Emmy but Nico being Nico knows better and can t let that happen. I need drama, yes.

It was supposed to be a fun day at the beach.

Percy had convinced him that it would be better to see if Emilia had an affinity for water as a grandchild of Poseidon by going to a public beach, the safest place since there were mortals all around.

Unfortunately, his husband had forgotten many of the essentials when packing, really only bringing along swimsuits and a change of clothes.

It had been a pain to Shadow Travel from Florida to New York and back to get Emmy's diaper bag, and take some sunscreen and towels while he was at it.

All in all, it took him 27 minutes to get everything ready and go back (yes, he had counted, whether it was to shove that in Percy's face or not was no one's business but theirs).

It was all it took for Percy to be surrounded by at least 5 women, with the oldest being in her forties and the youngest couldn't be older than twenty.

"She's already learning to eat on her own," Percy was telling them, gushing about their daughter. If he were paying attention, he would notice that they were all looking at his bare chest and not at Emilia, who was nestled against it. "Seeing her try to grab the spoon is adorable!"

"I bet it is," One of the women said with a sigh. "Why isn't the mother here?"

Nico raised an eyebrow. That one went straight for the kill. He also noticed her wording, avoiding calling someone Percy's girlfriend or wife.

"Oh, Emmy has no mom," Percy said in a cheerful tone. The women still 'aww'ed and some even put their hands around their chests. Nico had to resist the urge to gag. "But she doesn't need one, do you Emmy? Because you are so loved!"

"You're so good with her," the youngest woman said, she approached to touch Emilia (and maybe Percy too, while she was at it), only for the girl to scream at the top of her lungs. "Oh!"

"That's my girl," Nico muttered, smirking.

Percy started rocking her a bit, trying to check for anything wrong with her.

"Is it your diaper, sweetie?" Percy asked, worried. He spared an apologetic glance at the women before turning his full attention to Emilia. "Don't worry, papa will fix it soon."

And if that wasn't his cue, nothing was.

"I would say sorry I took so long," Nico said loudly, making the women look at him. "But you were the one to leave the baby bag back at home"

"Nico!" Percy said, relieved. "Emmy, papa is here!"

The women looked a bit confused, but Nico sat down and took Emilia from Percy's arms.

"Come here, Principessa," Nico cooed. At seeing him, his daughter stopped crying. "Did you have fun with dad, Emmy? Did you miss your papa?" He said, getting closer to Percy to put on a show. The women squirmed uncomfortably as he stared at them with a raised eyebrow.

"Um... my friends must be wondering where I am," one of the women said, getting up quickly and waving. "It was nice meeting you, Percy, Emilia, um..."

"Nico," he said coldly. Percy had already said his name before. He turned to Percy. "Emmy's fine, just a bit overwhelmed."

"I never know how you can just tell how she feels," Percy said, moving his finger around and watching Emilia's stare following it like a hawk.

"Well, she takes after me," Nico said proudly.

The other women muttered excuses and goodbyes as they left one by one. Nico smiled at all of them, only frowning once the last one left.

"I'm mad at you," he said, taking his distance from him.

"What did I do?" Percy asked, bemused. "Is it because I forgot the baby bag?"

"I leave for half and hour and you're already using our daughter to pick up a harem," he accused without any heat. Emilia gurgled. "Emmy agrees."

Percy's eyes widened.

"A harem? What in Tartarus are you talking about?" He said. "Those women were just enchanted by Emilia! I mean, look at her, she's the cutest baby in the world."

"I know she is, but that's not the reason those women were flocking to you," Nico said. If anything, Percy looked even more confused (it was adorable). "Did you mention me?"

"Of course I did!" He said. "I talked about Emmy's papa all the time!"

"And did those women know that Emmy's papa and dad are two different people?" Nico raised his eyebrow. Percy stared at him before hitting his forehead softly. "I'm not mad at you flirting, because I know you'll never do that. I'm mad at you not noticing they were using our daughter to flirt with you."

"Look, I've dated two... two and a half people in my whole life," Percy said. "You can't expect me to pick up on these things!"

"Half?" Nico asked, blinking.

"Rachel and I never really defined what was going on between us before she became the Oracle, but that's not the point!" Percy said. "I don't notice these things, because I only have eyes for you and Emmy!"

Nico stared at him for a few seconds, but it was Emilia making grabby hands at her dad that made him sigh and pass her to Percy.

"You are way too charming for your own good, Percy Jackson," he said. "Come on, let's introduce Emilia to the sea."

Percy gave him a fleeting kiss and stood up.

"Come on Emmy! You're going to love this!" Percy said. "Your dad is pretty awesome in the water, and your papa was born by the sea!"

Nico smiled as he watched his family. He stood up and followed behind.

#Percico #my writing #writing prompt #ask #anonymous #this turned surprisingly fluffy #I blame baby Emilia #this is before Asher was born #obviously

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noritoshiikamo · 4 years ago

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lunch date

part 2 of this childhood friend drabble (ok fr frshould i name this childhood friend series or public sex series bcs hmm you'll see) pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader genre: smut bcs i think with my hand down my pants when i see gojo tags//warning: established relationship public sex, gojo thinking with dick part 2, mention of breeding kink tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sukirichi @sassyeahhhh [lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] note: the obligatory trio of mine: unedited, lowercase intended, the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it.

“toru- ah, that hurts!”

his grip to her thighs tightened, “shhh, they can hear you.”

when gojo satoru suggested that they have lunch together, she happily accepted. she didn't suspected anything odd of his behavior. he was so kind to offer to bring her something over and she has been so stressed with her works, she just accepted it with no questions. it was the first text she’d replied after ignoring his many messages and calls.

it has been two weeks since the staircase incident and she started to suspect that he knew that she was actively trying to avoid him for almost a week. she knows gojo satoru like the back of her own hand, she knows he will not forget his promises, and he will hold against her until he gets it. their newly blossomed relationship was doing okay until he popped the question out so casually as she cooked. she couldn’t forget the look on his face.

“so, when are we going to have a baby?” his question that freaked her out lingered in her mind.

a baby

what was she thinking? she smacked her head on the table. “you could’ve asked for a house, or his black card, or something else. but a baby?” her voice strained.

“yes?” the hair on her back stood at the familiar deep voice.

she looked up so fast, her head spun to see her door opened wide. sara, her colleague stood with a slight frown on her face and on her side, gojo satoru. he wore teasing smile, traded his blindfold for his glasses and he looked different. he wore a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up with a pair of black pants and boots. his outfit looked simple and minimalistic, but don’t be fooled. she knew his shirt costs about the same as her monthly rent.

i can’t believe i picked a baby over his black card, her mind cried at the thoughts.

“i’ve tried stopping him,” sara explained, a glare on her face. he interjected. “i don’t need appointment to see my girlfriend,” gojo stepped inside, holding the door. “girlfriend?” sara questioned. she couldn’t help but to feel satisfied at the reaction her assistant’s face held.

“she gave you, her number?” she asked, one night where he came over. the bed sheet wrapped around her bare body as her eyes raked up and down satoru’s own bare body as he leaned against the headboard. his eyes shut close with his arms flexed behind his head. a small satisfactory smile on his face as he said, “right after telling me that you like me.”

“that bitch,” she hissed, gritting her teeth.

“y/n chan,” his eyes opened, a teasing smirk grew on his face. he leaned forward, the blanket pooled around his waist as he cupped her face in his hand, “didn’t see you as a jealous kind.”

it wasn’t that fact that she was jealous that sara is actively into gojo. she was fuming at her assistant for divulging her personal matter to him. that part first, and then maybe she was a little jealous. but then, sara was the reason she finally gets the guy she’s been waiting for; so at the end she still wins. sara will remain a bitch for a reason.

“it’s okay, we are having lunch together. you can leave,” she dismissed her, rubbing her strained eyes. gojo happily slammed the door shut.

“so, wanna tell me why you’re avoiding me?”

she sighed, her fingers ghosting over the keyboard, his presence has disturbed her mind, “i’m not. i-i’m busy.”

he sat on her chair, crossing his legs as he rested his lanky body against the chair. “you can’t even look at me. what is it?” he asked. her finger stopped above the enter key. she wanted to press it, but she can’t. something is holding her back. she knew what he’s doing. she sighed in defeat and turned to face the elephant in the room. her brows frowned when she realised; “where’s the food?” she asked staring at the empty table.

“huh?”

“lunch? you told me we are having lunch?” she frowned. this idiot did not just suggest that they’ll have lunch together, show up at her office without the promised food. gojo looked at her sheepishly, a small smile on his face.

“oh, that. yeah, i just want an excuse to see you,” his small smile turned sinister as he lolled his head to the side, “you could be my lunch.”

her face pressed against the glass window overlooking the city. her floor wasn’t that high, they could see the streets bellow and the office in front of them. she repeatedly told him that they can’t do this. “they can see us,” she panicked, despite being delirious from his kisses as she let him unbutton her shirt. but a few kisses later, her skirt hiked up, panties in his pocket and his dick hitting her cervix roughly, she was convinced.

“you think you can come for me six times?” he heaved, lips against her bare shoulder, accentuating his words with his every thrust, “six for the amount of days you've ignored me. another five to go, buttercup. should be easy.”

his hand trailed down her chest, her belly until he found her neglected clit. a gentle tap of her bundle of nerves had her throwing her hair back. she was about to come undone; he could feel it from the way she was desperately clamping down on his length and her whining. tears streaming down her face as she bit down on her lips to hold herself from screaming, she could taste blood. her body shuddered, her sweaty skin leaving marks on the glass and the way he just mewled against her ears, praising her made her legs buckled.

he was quick to catch her, hands gripping her waist.

they moved to the desk, pushing all her files and pens aside as he laid her down. he showered her with kisses, slowly trailing them down to her cunt. he eyed her glistening slit, mouth watered. grabbing her legs, he held it open, she whined at the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over her. “satoru, i can’t,” she moaned at the first lick, her hand pressed on his head trying to get away, but he held her tight. “n-no more, ah fuck, fuck!” she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every reaction as his tongue worked their ways. the feeling on his teeth grazing her clit, the tip of her tongue teasing around her entrance, before slipping in.

she tasted so good; it was more pleasurable for him than her. she looked pretty squirming to get away as he held her tighter, tongue darting in and out. overstimulation was hitting her full force and she was high in pleasure. her brain couldn’t comprehend; between the feeling of his breath against her slit, his tongue fucking her, his calloused palms against her waist and the sound he was making. she didn’t give two fucks if the office heard them fucking.

“close, fuck, toru i want-” her words cut off by her own moan.

his tongue switched, sucking on her swollen clit as his finger took over the fucking. it didn’t take long for her to gush out. her head was pounding, his words went in one ear and out the another. he stood up, drools and her fluid covered his chin and onto his bare chest. he helped her sat, she was beyond exhausted. the feeling of his fingers brushing her hair back brought back to the office, she looked up to him with her eyes half drooped. a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he pressed it on hers. “you okay?” he whispered, planting kisses after kisses. “i miss you so much,” he cooed.

“miss you,” was all she could mustered out.

“did i scare you? with the baby talk?” he asked, pulling her in his arms. truth be told, seducing her into fucking in front of the glass window wasn’t the actual reason gojo was here. but her words were just so inviting, he doesn’t mind a little detour. she tasted delicious. she mumbled something against his chest, but he was sure it was a maybe.

“i thought you wanted it.”

she pouted, finally the first sentence her brain could scrambled, “maybe i change my mind.”

“that’s why you ran away from me? you’re scared?” he tilted her head up, his heart warmed at the little pout she had on, “oh buttercup, i won’t lie. the thoughts of you all round and milky with my child is turning me on-” not a lie, because she could feel his cock pressing against her slit, “but it’s okay. one day i’ll change your mind but for now, i’m fine with a little practise now.” she groaned against his lips as she felt his tip slipped in, stretching her once again.

this one was quicker, she was already sobbing mess, clutching desperately on his chest as he chased his high.

the deeper he pushed into her, the faster he had to circle her clit. he’s not a selfish lover, he wants her to feel as good as him too, despite being borderline torturous as she was clearly an overstimulated mess. “you’re so good to me,” he hummed, “you take me in so well. i love the way your tight cunt suck me in.” she really was, with mouth apart panting his name, eyelids drooped, and fingers dug into his flesh with legs apart.

she’s his good little girl.

she nodded, soft mewls could be heard through her pants. the wet kisses he was peppering her skin soon turned into a desperate attempt to leave a mark. she was beyond exhausted to berate him for doing it, so she learned to enjoy the feeling of his fangs against her flushed skin.

“toru, it feels so good,” she rolled her eyes back and he hummed in agreement.

gojo held her throat, not too harsh but not exactly gentle too, “it does, does it?” he grinned, “come, clench around my cock, y/n chan," he teased, in a sing-song tone, "i’m about to fill you up to the brim.” he tightened the grip, she whined. the way the walls tightening around him, had the world strongest’s sorcerer a moaning mess, as his hips snapped faster.

the sound of their skin slapping each other got louder and louder with the squelching of her cunt. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he forced his cock all the way inside, his thick seed shooting directly into her womb. his grip on her waist tightened, he was all choke up. they stayed in each other’s arm, struggling to catch a break.

he pinched her cheek for the fun of it, seeing her annoyed and bothered for his own personal pleasure. “what luck you have, y/n. falling in love with someone like me,” he brushed the tear stains on her cheek.

“who said i love you?”

he pressed his hand on his chest, faking the pained look on his face with an ouch. it was never an exchange of i love yous between them; it was him annoying the fuck out of her and her being constantly concern by his childishness. “would you still come home, y/n. i miss you so much, no lies.” he asked as he pulled his pants back up. "i will," she promised. he helped her off the desk, cleaning the mess they’d made and her chasing him around for her pair of panties. she never got it back, her face was as red as her stilettos as she made her way out of the office bare under her skirt. she could hear him snickering behind her.

“c-cancel the rest of my day please, sara. i have some business to take care off,” she glared at the white-haired man running toward the elevator. lunch time was over, and she was beyond fucked to continue her work. literally. not when gojo had made sure to give her the fucking of her life, she couldn’t focus on her work no more. sara gave her a glare, a dirty one, as she eyed her skewered hair and wrinkled clothes. she placed the files on her assistant’s desk, rushing as gojo held the elevator opened.

she made in, jumping instantly in his arms as the door closed. it was just two of them in the empty lift.

she giggled in his arms; his huge smile was contagious. he kissed her so gently, thumb on her back rubbing shapes. his smile grew wider as they pulled away. she tilted her head, confusion on her face and he nudged his head to the door. she turned around only to see their reflection on the elevator’s door. “look closer,” he whispered, and her eyes widened as she realised a trail of his cum, peaking out of her skirt down her legs. her face got even redder as she wasn’t sure if it had just happened or gojo has been letting her walk around with his cum down her legs.

“i’ll murder you, satoru.”

the lift suddenly halted. the number stopped at the ninth floor and she cursed. the lift wasn’t malfunction; she knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

“not going to lie, seeing my cum down your legs, it looks hot,” he said sheepishly, a kiss on her cheek while his hands already made their way underneath her blouse. his brows raised up suggestively.

“will you stop thinking with your dick, satoru?”

“you still owe me two more orgasm, buttercup.”

the light of the lift suddenly tripped, engulfing them in a pitch-black darkness. she jolted in his arms. the emergency light turned on and under the dimmed light, she could see his blue eyes on her like a predatory to its prey. she could feel her throat drying as a kiss landed on her neck.

“we better make our time worth.”

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wonderwomanfantasy · 3 years ago

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Kinktober day 4: Public sex

Atsumu x reader

warnings: voyeurism, smut, public sex, cum fixation, dirty talk

word count: 1,000 (about)

summary: you've always known that Atsumu would fuck you anywhere, but it's nice to have evidence that's the case.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this!” you yelled. Atsumu just smiled like he didn’t hear you. With the loud music booming from every direction, he probably didn’t. Clubs weren’t exactly the best places to have deep and meaningful conversations. Atsumu dragged you out to dance parties like this one at least a few times a month. It was a good excuse to let loose and act like kids again, you didn’t dislike parties, it was just this time you were on edge.

Before you had left the house for the night. Atsumu had stopped you and convinced you to leave your panties behind. Atsumu wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close. “You look so hot babe,” he said, then kissed you. Atsumu didn’t much care that there were other people surrounding the two of you He slipped his tongue into your mouth sloppily kissing you. His hand slipped down the small of your back before grabbing your ass.

“Someone is going to see,” you whined. Although if you were being honest, you wanted nothing more than for Atsumu to pin you against the wall and fuck you regardless of who could see.

“I wanna fuck you so bad baby,” he moaned, he tugged you closer to his body and rocked his hips against your leg letting you feel his hard cock.

“We’ve been here for ten minutes!” you shouted. he smiled sheepishly before kissing your neck.

“Not my fault yer so sexy,” he moaned.

“I just can’t help but think about how I can just lift your little skirt and your cunt will be right there,” he whispered. Tsumu pushed his hand between your legs, he squeezed your thigh just below your cunt making you shudder.

“Someone really will see,” you whispered.

“Does that mean you want me to stop?” he asked you shook your head. No.

Atsumu touched you gently touching the lips of your pussy before sinking a single finger inside of you. You served the room but no one was looking at the two of you. There were plenty of other couples humping each other and making out. But maybe you were the only one getting fingered.

“I wanna eat your cunt,” Atsumu breathed, before you could process what he’d said Atsumu slipped a second finger in you and started circling your clit with his thumb. Your legs trembled and your knees went weak pushing you further down on his fingers.

“Shh baby I gotcha,” he said wrapping his other hand around your waist to keep you stable.

“W-what did you say?” you asked. Atsumu smirked.

“I said I’m going to throw you in the back of my car and eat your pussy until you gush,” he teased biting your neck.

“The bathroom is closer,” you pointed out and Atsumu’s eyes glittered. He pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped his clean hand around your wrist pulling you towards the bathroom at the front of the club.

One of the bouncers gave you a side-eye as Atsumu dragged you into the bathroom but didn’t say anything. Atsumu locked the door behind the two of you and pressed you against the locked door kissing you harshly. Atsumu hooked his hands under your skirt and hiked your dress up above your hips.

“God I love your fucking pussy,” he moaned pushing your legs apart.

“Then fuck me,” you demanded. Atsumu pulled you away from the wall before folding you over the gross sink of the bathroom before throwing your legs over his shoulders. Atsumu kissed your clit gently before diving his tongue into your cunt. You bit down on your knuckle to keep yourself from moaning, you were sure that everyone outside of the club knew what you were doing in here but you didn’t have to be obnoxious about it.

Atsumu wrapped his arms around your waist keeping you from squirming away from his attacking mouth. He licked long stripes along your cunt, before sucking on your clit harshly, lightly grazing his teeth along the sensitive nub. You let out another muffled cry your legs clamping around his head.

“Common baby, make some noise for me,” he purred before getting up and undoing his belt, the click of the metal buckle as it came undone made your cheeks heat up. It was unfair, no one should be so sexy just taking off a belt. “I wanna hear who’s making you feel so good,”

“I-I can’t, I don’t want people to hear,” you whispered your eyes locked on his cock as he slowly pulled himself out, his cock hard and leaking precum.

“You're killing me, doll face, hurts a man’s pride when his baby talks about other people in the bedroom,” he breathed, running the head of his cock along your folds, teasing you both.

“we’re the only people in the world darling,” he whispered kissing you passionately and slipping his cock inside of you. Leave it to Tsumu to be romantic when he was fucking you over a bathroom sink.

You had to grab the edge of the sink to brace yourself as he started thrusting into you, which meant you didn’t have your hands to gag yourself with.

“You’re so pretty, I love your cunt so much,” he whined loud enough that you were sure anyone who wanted to hear him could have.

“Fuck baby you take me so good,”

“Tsumu,” you moaned back, you tried to keep your voice down but your words still came out cracked and louder than you would have liked. Silence had never been your forte. You had spent so much time in here you were surprised that no one had started banging the door down yet.

“Tsumu I’m going to cum,” you warned, you wrapped your legs around his waist keeping him close.

“Does princess want me to cum inside?” he huffed, “you want to walk out of this club with my cum dripping down your legs?” he asked. You flushed you hadn’t even thought of that. But you couldn’t help but still want it.

“yes,”

#atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader smut #haikyū!!#haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #kinktober

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deluluass · 3 years ago

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could yoy do please some yandere kuroo and kageyama headcanons? 💕

nsfw is welcomed 😊

My first headcanons 🤞🏽

Yandere! Kuroo Tetsuro

Content warnings: markers of a toxic/emotionally abusive relationship; dumbification; daddy kink; sex toy(s); mild public play/exhibitionism

😇SFW😇

This boy has a fascination for messy people.

And by "messy", I mean that Kuroo has a soft spot for those who put up some sort of front. A performative mask to hide their crumbling psyche.

Oh.

Those are his favorites. (Especially when they're not even aware that they’re hiding something.)

Maybe it's because they're so easy to manipulate? (Or perhaps it's a mild case of schadenfreude?)

It's the instigator in him.

He knows which buttons to push and at what time to exactly do it.

Kuroo lives for being that guy who causes a full blown fight by simply dropping a backhanded comment or two.

For being the final straw that eventually breaks the proverbial camel's back.

And then slipping back into the shadows to watch the Drama unfold.

So it's not unlikely for him to form an obsession for someone who's so emotionally vulnerable.

Someone who has the weight of the world on their shoulders; who has everything locked up inside to the point of bursting.

Because then it won't take much to have them falling apart and unraveling before him.

But he's also a caretaker, you know.

He's opportunistic and covertly callous and mischievous, yes.

But you've seen how much he tends to those close to him.

So when you do fall apart, you will do it in his arms.

He will take care of you.

He'll say everything you've always wanted to hear.

You're beautiful and wanted and loved and you don't have to be brave anymore.

Kuroo's here and he understands you.

From the barest changes in your inflection to your most subtle facial expression.

Other people won't catch it.

To Kuroo, though? Tell-tale signs that you're hiding your feelings again.

He understands you in a way that no else had; that no else cared to try.

And eventually that’ll be the very thing that you’ll hold onto.

Never mind that his every word has become an indisputable fact (when it shouldn’t be).

Never mind that the line between Kuroo just being a mindful boyfriend AND Kuroo disregarding your boundaries has become too blurry that it’s impossible to tell which is which.

Never mind that your entire world has narrowed down to just him and you.

Because all your friends have, one by one, made their way for the exit.

They tell you that they're so tired.

They've warned you- begged you, actually- to end this insidiously suffocating relationship.

"I know he's only been nice to you and to us, but there's just...something wrong about that guy," they say.

But until they pinpoint, exactly, what that "something wrong" is; and until you see it for yourself, you're sticking by his side.

Damn whatever people say.

So.

Kuroo's not the yandere who'd chain you up in his basement or something.

Not that he's above it, but because he doesn't really need to.

Not when he has you bound right where it really matters.

😈NSFW😈

Kuroo has perfected being a dom down to a Science.

He knows exactly when to be mean and hurtful and sweet and kind and giving to you.

Kuroo's very generous, methinks! But only if he believes you deserved it.

So you better prove that you earned it!!

He'll having you cumming and gushing into his hand if you pleaded just enough!!

Looked into his eyes all pouty and teary and pliant to all his wishes.

Very into treating you and talking to you like you're not capable of comprehending words.

Oh, darling. I know I'm hurting you. I know I am. But you like it, don't you? That's right. Fuck yeah, you do, you fucking slut.

That's because you're just a dumb little baby, aren't you? You'd be happy as long as daddy makes you cum?

And you'd nod and say yes so obediently as he pounds your little hole even though you can't hear him over the sound of your own moans.

ALSO!!!

HE IS A TEASE!!!!

A FUCKINGN!!!!!!!!! TEASE!!!!

Every seggsy time is edging time!!

Has a thing for slapping your ass until your cheeks are bruised and tender under his palms.

And for sticking a vibrator inside you while you're out in public.

Just to teach you a lesson whenever he feels like you're not learning enough.

"Do you want me to come back until you're ready?" the waiter droned, obviously suppressing the urge to roll his eyes when all you did was grip the napkin in front of you.

You couldn't even look at poor kid; couldn't even make out a sound. You're too busy stifling the tingling within your walls, prompting you to cross your legs beneath the table and squeeze your thighs together.

And Kuroo's just...scanning the menu. Sitting idly before you. He's resting his chin against his open palm, long fingers brushing under his nose, while you're practically grinding down the chair.

You feel yourself leak into the crotch of your underwear, sticky liquid squelching against the crack of your ass as the toy continued to vibrate, burning you up and melting your insides, the buzzing a white noise only you could hear.

His indifference was unflappable. Kuroo even managed to call out, "Excuse me. Sorry about that earlier. We're ready now," so smoothly despite your desperate attempts to catch his attention. Then, he recited a bunch of dishes that you didn’t have the appetite for. Like you’re not outright writhing and earning a few disconcerted looks from the table next to you.

All you wanted was for him to put an end to this. You've learned your lesson. You're not gonna disappoint him again.

Instead, you watched in agonizing fear as he reached for his pocket. And immediately, without a warning, you felt the toy shake violently inside you.

"Ah!" you cried, sharply folding your arms and legs, making the plates and utensils clink against each other as your wrists chafed against your hard nipples.

Your boyfriend halted, leaned closer, and looked at you in a convincing display of concern.

"Are you alright, babe?" he muttered, caressing your knee, his nails pressing down just a tad. Not too hard. Just enough for you to hiss in a heady mixture of pleasure and pain.

You managed a small, quivering "uh-huh" as you begged him with your eyes. Conveying as much message as you could.

"Daddy, I'll be good for you. I swear. I won't lie anymore. I won't make you angry. I won't do anything that you wouldn't be happy about. Everything I do from this moment on will be just for you, daddy. I promise, daddy-"

But Kuroo only huffed out, a small, faint grin tracing his lips as he turned back to the waiter and said, "One cream pie, please."

Yandere! Kageyama Tobio

Content warning(s): rape/noncon

😇SFW😇

Fourth wall break, if you will: thank you, anon, for putting these characters together because I Believe that they’re each other’s foils in terms of yandere-isms. And this is gonna be an interesting contrast to see (at least, I hope it would be).

So Kuroo’s all subdued mind games, right? Like, you have to do a whole routine of mental gymnastics if you want to dig deep and analyze how he had your head spinning.

But Kageyama?

Kageyama says fuck that.

Kageyama, genius though he is, is about as subtle as a metal bat to the head when it comes to his darling.

He has no qualms about tying you to his bed once the opportunity presents itself to him.

But it didn’t start out like that.

At first, perhaps Kageyama was just an aloof classmate whose entire life revolved around volleyball.

The one who couldn’t even take a time out of his day to hang out with the rest of the class on a weekend.

Though Kageyama has a knack for attracting hostility from other people, there comes a time (rare it may be) that it is offset by people who are sympathetic to his idiosyncrasies.

His darling falls under the latter.

That's what draws Kageyama to you.

Hearing stuff like "D'you know what they used to call him before? King!" and "King because he's an arrogant dickhead who thinks he's better than everyone" are not new to him.

But hearing these are: "Stop that. It's rude to talk behind a person's back."

"Kageyama's passionate about volleyball. More than anyone we've ever met. Ok so it's alienating for us! Whatever! But isn't it admirable that he's doing his best at a thing that he loves?"

Kageyama did not get it.

You're not his teammate.

You're not his..anything.

You had no cause to try and be nice to him and defend him and..understand him, really.

So the rest was history.

The beginning might have been awkward.

Every time he tried to talk to you, Kageyama, for some reason, always blurted out the wrong things.

But you didn't mind. You just liked being his friend.

And Kageyama liked having you by his side.

Kageyama liked it, especially, when you're in the sidelines and cheering him on. (This caused quite a ruckus in Karasuno.)

It should have been weird. Kageyama had not known anything else besides volleyball.

Your presence should’ve been that of a stranger encroaching on someone else’s property.

Somehow, though, you fitted in so perfectly.

Like you’re made to be there.

So he tells you: “You’re free, aren’t you? You should be watching me play by now” and “You should be waiting for me after class” and “Stop making excuses. You’re not tired. You can still drop by practice”

You’ve tried to reason with him. (Even contemplated about ending your friendship.)

But it’s not like you’re ever gonna shake him off.

Besides, you know that he wouldn’t accept anything less than perfect.

😈NSFW😈

His darling was his first sexual experience.

And like any beginner, Kageyama was pretty...uh..bad at it ngl.

Add that to the fact that he’s on the bigger side and your first with him wasn’t consensual.

At that time, all Kageyama knew was that he really, really wanted to touch you and kiss you and fuck you senseless until you acknowledge that there’s no running from him.

Trust, though, that Kageyama will not settle for being bad or, heaven forbid, mediocre at it.

Nope.

Not. a. chance.

Doesn’t matter that you’ve spent the entire day fucking.

Kageyama will not rest- not let you rest, until he drags out a moan from you; until you’ve ruined the sheets with how much he’s made you cum; until he has you begging for more.

Will experiment a lot.

Will test out how fast and hard he has to fuck you to get what kind of reaction he wants from you.

Very attentive even to your quietest gasp.

If you so much as show a sign that you’re finding whatever it is he’s doing to your body pleasurable- curl your toe or arch your back- Kageyama will amp it up to the point where you’re screaming.

He’ll have this haughty, shit-eating grin while doing it too.

“Yes, you can,” Kageyama growled. “Spread those legs and show me how you do it.”

You shook your head, your body protesting at the slight movement. You’re already on the verge of blacking out. And you don’t have to check the ticking wall clock to know that, by now, Kageyama, too, should be knocked out and dozing off beside you.

But he only grabbed your wrists, making you howl in pain as soon as he touched the cuts and bruises across the skin. Remnants of the nylon rope that bound them together not too long ago.

“Touch yourself,” he repeated.

Kageyama’s voice is a rasping noise to your ears, his hot breath causing goosebumps all over you as he pressed his lips against the shell.

“No-no more, Kag-Kageyama,” you forced yourself to say, though your throat was dry and aching from all your screeching.

He clicked his tongue.

You flinched.

And you didn’t think it possible for Kageyama to be more frightening than he already is. Until you’d done as he’d told and, like a wolf patiently waiting to pounce, Kageyama zeroed in on how you moved your hands, his own reaching for his cock.

He didn’t take his eyes off of you, groaning as you trembled and mewled under your featherlight touch. Kageyama stroked himself, grinding into his fist until pre-cum dripped from the head.

“That how you like it, huh,” he croaked.

Before you could even reach an orgasm, Kageyama had already pushed you on your back, mimicking the way you pleasured yourself. Only this time it was rougher, more unforgiving, and indifferent to your cries of “Stop! Stop it, I can’t- Enough, Kageyama!”

#tw non con haikyuu #yandere headcanons #dark content haikyuu #yandere kuroo #yandere kageyama #yandere haikyuu #tw noncon #y/n's gender is not specified

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brattyfics · 4 years ago

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Like That

Pairing: Rio x Black!Reader

Summary: You and Rio get to know each other better. Loosely based on ‘Like That’ by Doja Cat.

Warnings: Smut.

Word Count: 3.5K

Installments: Say So | Like That | Talk Dirty

And baby, I want it, and I'll just be honest 'Cause I just can't front when I look at you

About six weeks have passed since Rio declared himself your man, and you quickly learned he took the title very seriously.

He was busier than usual with ‘flipping his game,’ and you were busy preparing to transition your shop, but you saw each other often despite time constraints. You agreed date nights at least once a week were a must, but when you couldn’t see each other, Rio made sure to end nights with a phone call. Virtually falling asleep next to him gave you butterflies, reminding you just how exciting new relationships could be. It took prodding, but he told you made-up bedtime stories and the boring details of his day. In return, you shared things about yourself— childhood memories, the crazy things your mom did to embarrass you. He was sweet and attentive, and you found it refreshing to be with someone who was just as infatuated with you.

On your second date, he took you to his favorite restaurant, a fancy sushi place with expensive rolls. He taught you to hold chopsticks the wrong way the way he did and even fed you across the small table, a couple of unfortunate rolls falling apart due to his prodding. You tried your best to hide your amusement at the pensive look on his face. For whatever reason, Rio thought of himself as a sushi connoisseur, but it was clear to you that he was still learning.

“You’re no better than me!” He admonished when he noticed the way you held your chopsticks. Like his technique, it was incorrect, but it worked for you— sort of. “I never said I was.” You couldn’t keep the amusement off your face any longer. “You’re the one who comes here weekly. I thought you were a professional, and we’re in the same boat.” He folded his arms on top of the table as he insisted you were wrong, but secretly he found your teasing endearing. Later that night, he called and gave you a cheesy line about loving to see you smile.

The following week, you had lunch at a mom-and-pop soul food restaurant that served the best cornbread and peach cobbler in the city. The owners, an adorable older couple, Donna and Gene, and servers alike stopped by your table to meet Rio. Donna gushed over Rio, showering him with compliments and extra cornbread. “Girl, he is cute!” She told you, failing miserably at whispering. He smirked as you rolled your eyes, but he handled the attention well, being friendly and personable even when Gene kept going on and on about changes to the menu, one chef to another.

A few days later, he called you up randomly and asked you to get ready and ride with him somewhere. “What should I wear?” You asked, hoping for a hint. You could hear him smile as he said, “It doesn’t even matter, ma. You always look good.” The occasion had turned out to be ‘Foodtruck Friday.’ Barbecue, kebab, taco, ice cream, and other miscellaneous food trucks were parked in a spacious lot in Downtown Detroit. You settled at a picnic table and shared several plates of food as you discussed the possibility of your own mobile ‘Mad Batter’ shop somewhere down the line. It got you thinking about the future.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” You asked the dreaded question in between bites of a colorful Korean fusion taco. He stiffened as he considered the answer. “What is this, a job interview?” Sometimes you saw peeks of bossman Rio rather than the Christopher Castillo you were getting to know. It happened seemingly out of nowhere when you asked questions he felt were invasive.

You looked up from the panko-fried shrimp, red cabbage, shredded carrots, and tasty orange sauce wrapped up in a flour tortilla with a frown. You had two choices: respond in the way he had or make light of the situation. So, you said, “Kinda. You’re auditioning for a spot on my roster, so...”

He stopped chewing the half-eaten dumpling and swallowed hard. “That’s not funny.”

“You better start taking the interviewing part of the audition more seriously then.” You wiped your fingers on a napkin, and he gathered your hand in his own, wearing a look you couldn’t decipher. “You got it, ma.”

You played a game of mini-golf at the local arcade. Rio stood tall behind you, holding you by your hips as he corrected your stance. You purposefully arched your back, brushing against him just slightly. “Like this?” You looked over your shoulder with the most innocent look you could muster, but his eyes were glued to your ass. “Yeah, just like that.” He answered in a low tone without looking up. You giggled as you took your swing, adding a wiggle for his benefit. You pretended to care about the ball as it glided across the bright green tarp towards the hole. “How was that?” You chirped, looking down the lane.

“I can’t even lie. I don’t care about the game right now. I just wanna watch you.” Your aim was terrible, and the ball never went in the hole without several attempts, but he insisted you finish playing the course. You teased him about it for days after despite his claim that he actually enjoyed the game because it was one of Marcus’ favorites.

“Stop lying! You just wanted an excuse to openly watch my ass.”

“Why you always gotta call me out?”

You shopped a cozy health and wellness store with hundreds of cool little trinkets for sale. Neither of you had been there before, so you took your time exploring, stealing unexpected kisses from the other. Rio took full advantage of the size of the store, pulling you by the hand and holding you close to his side.

He frowned at the large collection of shiny crystals. “A rock, really? What does anybody need with a rock?”

“It’s not a rock!” You hissed, head whipping around as you hoped the owner didn’t hear him.

“What is it then? It looks like a rock to me.” He picked one up, turning it over in his hands.

“It’s a crystal!”

“What’s the difference?”

“It has healing properties...” Rio snorted but strung his arm across your shoulder and listened intently as you read the info cards to him. When it was all said and done, he bought an aventurine stone to apologize to the owner for prosperity, well-being, and good luck.

The next day, he disappeared with no warning. You had been worried sick until Mick let you know he was busy handling something. It would have only taken a minute to tell you that, so you were (understandably) pissed. He showed up at the shop several days later like nothing had ever happened. “What’s up, mama?” The greeting that usually melted you grated on your nerves. All of your feelings about the situation bubbled up to the surface. It was hard to find the right words— you were still getting to know each other, so how mad could you be? At the same time, how little did he think of you to not say anything? Finally, you settled on, “I can’t do the disappearing act.”

Rio wasn’t used to answering to anyone, not even his child’s mother, about his whereabouts, but he put his palms up in surrender when he saw the serious expression you wore.

“You’re right, mama. That’s my bad. It won’t happen again.”

And it hadn’t.

But knowing ahead of time only made it a tiny bit easier, especially when he didn’t have a set return date. You were going on day seven (the longest you had gone without seeing him since you started dating) when he called to say he made it home and wanted to see you. Your heavy heart swelled with relief. You missed him way more than you probably should have, so you insisted on a night in at your place, wanting him to feel relaxed and at home instead of on guard somewhere public.

It had been a long six weeks without sex while he romanced you with delicious food and beautiful words. It wasn’t an easy task, but you knew as soon as sex was thrown in the mix, you would be done for, either destined to be his or ruined by him. It was a scary thought, but distance had indeed made the heart grow fonder, and you cared about him enough to take a chance.

He was set to arrive within the hour, but you were still unsure of what to wear, frantically rummaging through the dresser for something cute and comfortable. You let out a frustrated groan when your phone started to ring, thinking Rio might have come early, but when you look down at your phone, you see your best friend’s name and face. You swipe quickly, accepting the FaceTime call. “Hey, girl!”

“Hey, stranger!” You pick up the phone, so you can look at her. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” She replies with just as much sass. “I haven’t talked to you in what— two weeks?”

“We talk—“

“—text.”

“Okay, fine. Text. We text every day. What are you talking about?”

“That’s not the same.” She insists even as you remind her of the ridiculous amount of time you spend trading memes and food pictures with her.

“Anyway, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to decide what I’m going to wear between this, this, or this.” You move the camera around, showing her the different options. A black-and-white tank and short set with ‘Being cute is not a crime’ in a cute font. A fuzzy grey sweatsuit set with hearts, or a simple cream hoodie with matching shorts.

“Um, what’s the occasion?” You giggle at the look on her face, knowing she thinks none of the above are appropriate for wearing outside of the house.

“Movie night in.”

“You need help picking an outfit for movie night with yourself?” Her face scrunches up in confusion. “Wait, is it movie night with yourself?” You try to be casual about it, shrugging your shoulders in response. As usual, she sees through your bullshit and goes straight into an interrogation. “Oh, bitch. You been holding out on me!” She asks you five questions in a row without stopping to breathe before settling on one. “Who?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip. “...Rio.”

“Rio?” She frowns. “Like the guy we work for, Rio? With the eyebrows and the neck tattoo, Rio?”

“Yes, that Rio.”

“Wow.” You wince but decide it’s best to get it over with. “What? I know you, so I know there’s more where that came from.”

“I don’t know what to say! From what I can tell, he’s a decent dude, I guess, but you know what he does. You definitely know what we do for him! You don’t think that could be a problem?”

“It’s messy, for sure, and I can admit that, but I’ve been thinking about getting out anyway...” She nods. “Then, I guess there’s nothing else for me to say about that. You’re both grown, and you know what you’re doing.” She was your best friend, which meant she’d always give her honest opinion, but wouldn’t berate you about your choices. Just like that, you return to your regular discussion topics, everything from warehouse gossip (yes, even in the business of crime, there’s a rumor mill) to new music releases. Before you knew it, forty minutes had passed, and Rio was calling your phone. You promised to call her more often before hanging up.

You sing your ‘hello’ into the phone, hoping Rio can’t detect the shakiness in your voice as you clumsily pull on your bottoms.

“Hey, mama. You about ready? I know you’re sensitive about your space and all that.” He was referring to the fact that he had never been past the doorway of your home. Your home was your sacred place, so you were extra careful about who came in and what energy they brought. It was always nerve-wracking to let somebody into the space that you cherished so much.

“Yeah.” He picks up on the hesitancy in your voice. “Are you sure?” You nod your head as if he can see you before telling him yes with a giggle. “Alright, well, I’m outside. Can I come in?” You bite your lip, butterflies fluttering in your tummy. “Yeah, I’ll come unlock the door.” He whispers his thanks, and you take a moment to force yourself to relax. When you meet him at the door, you do so with an open mind and heart, taking in his appearance with a goofy grin on your face. As usual, he’s dressed in all black, wearing a well-fitted t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s casual but still so high quality and attractive.

“Hi.” You breathe out like a dork when you realize you’re staring. It helps that he seems just as mesmerized, stepping forward to envelop you in a tight, warm hug. He sways you from side to side before pulling back, his hands resting heavily on the top of your ass. He settles for a quick peck on the lips because he has something to say. “You’re as pretty as ever, darlin’.” He says earnestly, shaking his head as he steps back to look you over once more.

“Kiss me again.” His hands cup your ass as you devour each other in the open doorway. You forget your surroundings. “Damn, ma. Can I at least get inside before you jump my bones? I don’t mind giving your neighbors a show if that’s your thing, but…” You turn to hide your embarrassment, leaving him to close the door behind you as you gesture around the room as if you’re in an episode of MTV Cribs. “... here’s the living room. The kitchen’s through the arch. The bathroom’s over there...” He follows you with his red as you point.

“And the bedroom?”

You snort. “The tour stops here for now. Sit down.” Your tone leaves no room for argument. He settles into the soft couch while you grab the snack tray from the kitchen. Homemade popcorn, chocolate-covered pretzels, and dried fruit gummies are on the menu.

“All this for me?” His arms snake around your waist so that you can curl up into his side. “What we watching?” You grab the remote. “I saw a trailer this week that caught my attention. I’ll play it for you.” He didn’t care what you watched as long as he got to be close to you, so it didn’t take long for you to get the movie started. He stole glances at you when his knuckles brushed against your bare knees under the blanket. You’re embarrassed at how wet the small action makes you, so you stretch out across the couch and place your bare feet in his lap, silently planning your revenge. The movie may as well not be playing because you couldn’t be less interested in the plot as you lightly stroke him through his sweatpants with the balls of your feet.

“Ma...” He warns, watching you in the low lighting. He’s come to learn you like to tease, but he doesn’t think he can take it, not tonight. “Hmm?” You hum innocently, loving the strained look on your face. He doesn’t move even as you sit up on your haunches and kiss him. It’s slow and long in the best way. He pulls you to sit in his lap. His hands roam your body as you grind down onto him, relishing in the feeling of the soft skin on your tummy. He sighs into your mouth as one hand finds your bare breasts.

He pulls away to talk shit. “No bra? You just knew I was gonna put out, huh?” He pushes the cotton material up so he can see you properly. “Perfect.” He murmurs into your skin. You let him kiss and lick and suck on your nipples until the pressure you feel below is too much to handle. You’re a quivering mess when he finally helps you pull the cotton material up and over your head. It lands on top of the television behind you, but neither of you notice.

You nudge him until he removes his own shirt, and then he lifts his hips to help you when you begin tugging on his sweats. They puddle at his feet while you spread your legs wide, desperate to get your hands on him. “I could cry right now.” You admit honestly when you finally see him, biting your lip. He arches a brow. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing, darlin’?” His hips jerk when you take him into your hands, the cold temperature surprising him.

“It’s definitely a good thing.” You whisper excitedly, staring with wonder as he hardens in your hands. He barks out a laugh, stunned by your ability to make him laugh, even with his dick in your hands. “That’s really nice, ma. I feel real special.” Your eyes meet, and silent promises of all the filthy things you’re going to do to each other are exchanged. “You should. I’m about to change your life.” He throbs in your hands, loving that you find small ways to challenge him.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.” He wraps his arms around you in preparation to get up, but you stop him with a shake of your head. “I don’t wanna.”

“No? What you wanna do then?”

You answer him by slipping to your knees. You spit on his dick, stroking him up and down slowly. He watches you closely as you lower your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip. It takes a lot of restraint, but he lets you do your thing, slowly working him deeper into your throat. He closes his eyes as he concentrates on lasting, but he can’t turn his ears off, the obscene smacks painting a vivid picture for him. When you swipe your tongue across his balls, he moves to stop you, grabbing your shoulders. Fire dances in your eyes as you realize you got him where you want him. “I don’t wanna.” You repeat.

“You are a brat.”

You release him with a pop. “The biggest.” You admit, swallowing him once more. He groans, thinking he can’t believe you’re the same sweet girl who bakes in a frilly pink apron and begs him to tell her bedtime stories.

“I want you to fuck me now.” He stops you before you can bend over the couch. “Slow down. I want you on your back, darlin.”

You throw his earlier words back at him. “That’s nice. I feel really special.”

“You should.” He mocks you, instructing you to hold your legs wide. He wastes no time licking and sucking you as enthusiastically as you had done him. “You’re so pretty. I could eat this pretty pussy forever.” He compliments as you squirm in his hold. “You’d let me, huh?” You shake your head frantically. “No! You’d drive..me crazy!” Payback is a mother, especially when Rio’s the one dishing it out. “Wait, wait—“You whimper, clawing at his shoulders.

“What?” He cajoles. He almost wants to laugh at the distressed look on your face. “I want you.” You pout, trying to sweet-talk him.

“You have me.”

“Not like this. Inside.”

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Mhm.” You swallow, watching as he fumbles around with his pants searching for a condom. He opens the golden foil packet with expert fingers, positioning himself in between your spread legs. “You don’t have any pointers for me now?” He drags his tip up and down your slit, slowly pushing his way further. Teasing. You shake your head. “No. Just fuck me.”

“That ain’t polite. You gotta say please, mama.” You scowled, but he didn’t budge. “Please.” You pleaded with the sweetest tone you could muster, sighing as he gave in. You cursed at the stretch, him at the way you squeezed him. “You feel…” He couldn’t find the words, so he buried his face in your neck, trying to gain some composure. You caressed the back of his neck sweetly. “You feel good too, baby.”

His hips stuttered forward, and you gasped as he worked himself deeper. You grasp his shoulders tightly, your nails embedding themselves into the soft skin.

“Yes!” You squeal.

“Like that?” He grits out, struggling to keep his rhythm.

“Yes, just like that!” You cry, moaning as he pounds up into you. His lips find yours again, and it’s bliss. Then before you can stop yourself, you’re calling him Daddy like it’s his given name. He groans into your sweaty neck like he’s in pain.

“You’re so nasty.” Overwhelmed and breathless, you whine your protest, “You’re nasty. Look at what you’re doing to me.” His eyes shift to where you’re connected. You’re creaming all over him and leaking down onto the couch, but you can’t bring yourself to care about anything other than coming. You do just that, mewling as you make an even bigger mess between your legs. He whispers filthy things into your ear as he finishes, grunting at the way you seem to be sucking him in even deeper.

“That was—“

“—unreal.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of you can bring yourself to move. Your sweat-covered skin sticks together. You swipe your hand against your forehead while he pants.

“I wanted to ride you at least once tonight, but after that, I’ll be lucky to make it to bed.”

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vanillanaps · 4 years ago

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Unthinkable | Bucky Barnes

Summary - Tired of hiding your relationship with Bucky, you decide that you’re ready to go public, but when he doesn’t have the reaction you expect, things take a turn for the worst

A/n - Unthinkable x Alicia Keys

Category - 40s!Bucky x black!Reader, angst

Warnings - well it’s the 40s with a black reader so, language, implied smut (if you squint) talks alluding to racism.

Word count - 2.0k

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A soft breeze gushed through the open space of the cracked window, filling the room with crisp air. Yours, along with his, body laid beneath the thin fabric that barely covered anything. Slick with sweat limbs were limp, chest heaving as your breathing tried to regulate. You were connected to one another, his fingertips trailing the side of your naked hip as his warm lips pressed soft kisses onto your shoulder.

“I should go soon, doll.” He muttered into your neck, a smile gracing his lips once he heard you groan. Wrapping his arms fully around your waist and pulling your body flush against his, “I know, I know. I don’t wanna go either, but I have to.”

You relished in the moment for a while longer. The way his lips felt against yours, his calloused hands following along the curves of your body, gripping it where he pleased before it all ended. Bucky pulled away from you with one last kiss. You watched him as he sat on the side of your bed, pulling his boxers up his legs and over his hips.

A quiet sigh escaped you as the dread flooded in. You hated this. Bucky quietly sneaking his way into your neighborhood, into your window to spend a few hours of the night with you. A whole 19 hours passing by before you could hold him in your arms again. Sure, you’d see him on the streets, but what good was that? You couldn’t walk over to him, hug him, hold his hand, kiss him. Hell, you would barely be able to speak to him without receiving the looks you had gotten for simply just living in your skin. But, was it worth it? Was fearing the way people viewed you worth you finally being happy in public with the love of your life? Would it be worth letting the plethora of women that came up to flirt with Bucky fly free? Countless amounts of times had you watch women walk up and flirt with your man. Of course, he’d turn them down but not without that charming smile that had them still thinking they had a chance. That charming smile that won you over in the first place.

You wanted to be able to flaunt Bucky. To tell those women that he was taken by you. To be able to tell your family that you were in a happy relationship and found someone to spend the rest of your life with. A man that you were so deeply in love with and who were ready to have a family with, but you couldn’t do that in hiding.

Your eyes followed Bucky around your room as he collected his scattered clothes, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He glanced over at you, letting you know that he was listening before pulling on his pants. Taking your lip between your teeth, watching him dress, you started second guessing yourself. What if he didn’t feel the same as you did? What if he only liked you because it was a secret? He would be satisfied with his lay for the night and was relieved in the fact that he wouldn’t be bothered by you until he would be by your window again—No, no. Bucky wouldn’t do that, Bucky loved you inside and out, he would never use you in the way that you're implying. He’d never use you in a way that you didn’t want to be used, “Doll? What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?”

The concern in his voice pulled you from your thoughts and pushed away all the bad ones. He sat besides you, his steel blue eyes locked into your brown ones. You finally spoke, “..What do you think of me?”

Bucky eyebrows shot up in surprise. He could tell by the look on your face that something was bothering you, but was he expecting this question? Not in a million years, “What kind of question is that?” He huffed out a laugh.

“Buck, be serious.” You pouted, pulling yourself up to lean against the headboard, using the blanket to cover your chest, “What do you think of me?”

His eyes searched your face, finally realizing that you were serious. Had he done something recently to make you doubt yourself in such a way? Had he not been showering you in enough love whenever he got a chance to see you? Did he not call you beautiful enough? Spew to you much he loved you?

He nodded taking your hand into his, letting his thumb brush over your knuckles, “Well first, I think you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. You’re gorgeous, smart, hilarious, compassionate. You’re the only woman that I have ever loved more than anything in this world. And I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you...someday.”

Someday. Someday. Someday. The word repeated over and over in your head. Someday when? Today? Tomorrow? In the near future? How could it be someday when there wasn't a day the two of you had been seen together.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. Nerves taking over your entire body. It was now or never. If he loved you like he said he did, there would be no objections, “I don’t wanna hide us anymore, Bucky.”

This time, it was Bucky’s turn for his heart to beat out of his chest. Were you being serious? Where did all this come from? The two of you had a schedule and it was there for a reason.

His eyebrows furrowed as he let out a nervous chuckle, “Baby, you’re joking—right? Tell me you’re joking?”

Your chest filled with pain as the tears bubbled in your eyes, pulling your hand from his grasp as you cleared your throat desperately not wanting to cry, “I’m serious, James.” His face dropped at the usage of his first name. He hated when you called him that. It was too serious—too formal. James didn’t feel like him. To you, he was Bucky, baby. Now you sat here calling him by his government, it definitely wasn’t a joke.

“But, why? Why would you want that? I mean, we do this for a reason, Doll.” He expressed, trying to reach out for your hand again only for you to push it away as you scrabbled out of the bed, scanning the room for your clothes now as he took your spot from watching on the bed.

“Why would I want that? Maybe because I’m sick and tired of us having to hide. Seeing you for what? 5 hours out of the 24 of the day? Sometimes even longer due to us working, or just having separate lives completely?” You ranted, pulling your undergarments on, picking up your dress from hours before and tossing it in the hamper, “I want to be seen with you, Bucky. I want to be able to kiss and hug you without a care in the world. Walk down the street holding your hand. Cuddle up with you at the theatre while watching a movie. I want to tell those girls that come up to that you’re taken! I don’t want to watch from the sidelines anymore! I’ve been doing it for a year and I don’t want to be your dirty little secret anymore!”

“Y/n, lower your voice before someone gets suspicious.” Bucky told you as he stood from his spot on your bed and made his way over to you, stopping you from wandering around the room. You were frustrated and he could tell by the way you had started cleaning in the middle of your rant, “Look at me.” He pleaded, face following yours as you turned it in every way trying to avoid him, but eventually his hand came up to grab your chin, forcing your face to stay still as his eyes came in contact with yours, “I hear you baby, loud and clear. I love you and I’d never want you to feel unhappy or insecure in our relationship—but we do this for a reason. Do you have any idea about the things people will say about you? The looks you’ll get? Baby we can’t, not now at least.”

“What can they say about me that they already haven’t, Bucky?” You sighed, finally letting that tear slip down your cheek, “I don’t care about them, I care about you! I care about us! And this—situation we have is hurting me.”

“I’m just trying to protect you.” He tried explaining.

You pushed his hand away, moving away from his body as you walked to the opposite side of the room, “Trying to protect me or trying to protect you?”

“Excuse me?” Bucky was taken back by your words.

Your tongue ran over your now dried lips, the saltiness from your tears now lingered on your taste buds, “How can you say you want to spend the rest of your life with me when you don’t even want to be seen in public with me?”

Now it was his turn to get defensive, “Don’t put words into my mouth.”

“How else am I supposed to take it?! What are you protecting me from, hmm? Have you listened to anything I’ve said?! People are going to talk about me because I’m just me. Simply because my skin is darker than yours and theirs.Whether I’m with you or not! I don’t care about what people think of me, if I did they would’ve ran me out of this town a long time ago. The only opinion I care about is yours!” You argued, “But clearly you do care about what everyone else says.”

Bucky stood there, shocked and confused. Just a few days ago, you were perfectly confined in what the two of you had been doing for over a year now. What had drastically changed that had you wanting to risk it all, “Yes, Y/n, I do care because I don’t want to sit and listen to people shit talk the girl I’m in love with! I want to marry you! I will marry you! I’ll propose to you right now and go out to get you a ring. I will do anything to make you happy and you know that. Why can’t you do this for me and just be patient?”

“Patient ‘till when? No matter where we go, we will get looks from people, Bucky! There’s no stopping that!” You were exasperated. This was getting nowhere, he was hellbent on staying a secret and you were the exact opposite. You were foolish to ever think this would work. Not in these times, “It’s getting late. Maybe you should just go.”

“So that’s it? You’re gonna kick me out now?” He questioned, waiting for response, but when your eyes never left the ground he got his answer. Bucky shook his head as put his shoes on before grabbing his jacket and going over to your window, opening it more. His escape route since it caused less attention than your front door. He glanced back at you one more, “I love you.” If possible, you’d be able to hear his heart shatter into a thousand pieces when you didn’t return your affection. There was never a time he didn’t leave you without the both of you saying I love you. This has done it now.

You watched from the corner of your eye as he left through the window. You waited a minute before going over to check if he was clear as you shut the window. Not a moment passed by before the tears began rolling. You questioned how a simple request had turned into this whole fiasco. You should’ve listened to your gut and never asked that stupid question because now everything you worked for, had gone to waste. All the love and commitment that had been put into your relationship was in the trash. Guess it wasn’t meant to be after all.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes

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dvstybuns · 2 years ago

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WHO: Dustin Henderson

WHAT: He’s Valedictorian, baby!

WHERE: Hawkins High Football Field

Dustin Henderson was sweating, and the ceremony hadn’t even started yet.

It wasn’t the public speaking that was making him nervous. He’d gotten over his shyness after meeting the boys in elementary school, unable to shut up by the time they’d reached sixth grade. Standing up in front of the audience wasn’t something he was scared of, necessarily, it was just... this was a pretty personal speech. He was kind of baring his soul for people, in a way. Standing before them and listing all of the people who had made him who he was, thanking each of his friends for the things they had taught him. And while that was sweet, it was also a bit nerve-wracking.

Dustin had been practicing it all week for anyone who would listen, and even for people who didn’t want to hear it. Suzie had been on the phone with him multiple times to go over her own speech as well, and the more he heard it, the more he was worried his own was too sentimental. Too raw and open. But it was too late to change it now. It was well past memorized, and to the point where he almost thought he could do it in his sleep if he wanted. Maybe he was doing it as he dreamed, honestly; Dustin had a habit of talking in his sleep when he was anxious.

Claudia had insisted on them getting there early so she could get a good seat close to the front. She’s borrowed someone’s video camera, and planned on filming his speech so they’d always have a copy. That made Dustin nervous too, but he knew his mom meant well. She was so proud of him - he’d heard her gushing to her book club the week before about how smart and talented her baby boy was, and how he was going to do great things once he graduated.

Great things that didn’t include MIT, but great just the same, Dustin hoped.

He took his seat next to Principal Higgins, offering the man a tight smile. Dustin didn’t care for him - he’d been shitty towards Eddie and Max, and Dustin couldn’t excuse that - but he wasn’t going to be a complete dick to him before Dustin had even gotten his diploma.

The first twenty minutes or so of the ceremony went by quickly, with the marching band playing a few songs and the Principal speaking. After he’d been introduced, Dustin stood up, taking a few deep breathes to calm himself. Walking to the podium, Dustin pulled his speech out of his pocket and looked out into the sea of faces before him.

He could see Will close to the front, Byers being one of the first last names alphabetically. Mike was there, but he couldn’t find Lucas or Max. There were a lot of people all dressed in green, to be fair. Further out, he could see the audience behind the graduates, with his mom front and center. Seeing her and his friends calmed his nerves and gave him the ability to get started.

“Good afternoon fellow graduates, faculty and staff, parents, and distinguished guests and welcome to the graduation ceremony for the Hawkins High School class of 1988,” He began, reading directly from the paper. “My name is Dustin Henderson, and I am honored, but not surprised, to be your valedictorian.” That earned a few chuckles and eye rolls, mostly from his classmates. Dustin, unfortunately, had never become Mr. Popular. What a bummer.

“I moved to Hawkins when I was in the fourth grade,” Dustin continued, finally glancing back up from his speech. “I had never been to Indiana before, and I had no idea what to expect. Would it be scary having to make new friends? Would I hate it here? Would I miss my old life? In short, the answer was: yes.”

Several adults laughed, whether out of genuinely finding it funny or just to be polite, Dustin couldn’t be sure. Pausing for a moment, Dustin found his mother’s eyes as she filmed him, an encouraging smile on her face.

“Yes, at first I did hate it here. I missed Minnesota. I ate alone for a full week before anyone asked if I wanted to sit with them. I barely spoke in class, and I struggled to adjust to life here at my new school.” Life had been hard when he’d first moved to Hawkins. Dustin had missed his dad, and he’d missed his home in Minnesota. Nothing had made him feel like this stupid move was worth it, not even the cat his mother had gotten them to try to make things easier.

“But then, I met three people who changed my life forever.” Dustin continued, eyes searching for Will’s and Mike’s in the audience again as he smiled softly. “I met the best friends I could have ever asked for. A few years later, I made even more friends, and they changed my life too. And if it weren’t for them, I don’t know who I’d be today.” He tried to find Max, but he couldn’t see her section very well. He was sure she’d understand, though.

“Life can be scary. Oftentimes, we are presented with challenges that we did not ask to face. Sometimes, life can seem like it’s been turned upside down, and like my friends showed me, you have to be willing to rise to the occasion in order to overcome it.”

That was the understatement of the decade, but Dustin couldn’t just launch into the story of what they had all been through over the years. This was as close as he could get to publicly acknowledging it, slipping the reference to the Upside Down in for those who would know what he meant. They had lived through Hell - but all of them were still standing here today. All of them had made it to graduation, which was a huge milestone for them. And Dustin honestly felt like he was only here because he had had five incredible people helping him along the way.

“I learned from Mike Wheeler to always jump headfirst into danger if it means rescuing a friend,” Dustin said, smiling at Mike as he remembered the other being willing to jump off a cliff for him. Not many people would consider doing that, and Mike had done it without a second thought.

“From Lucas Sinclair, I learned that it’s important to be cautious of the situations you encounter, but to not let them keep you from doing what’s right.” Lucas was always their voice of reason, always the one to help them see things that the rest of them couldn’t. At the end of the day, he could see the difficulties that they would have to face, but he never backed down from a challenge. Dustin admired him for that.

“Will Byers taught me that in the face of adversity, you have to do what you have to do to survive,” He continued, looking at Will. He saw one of the strongest people he had ever met. Will had been through so much, had fought so hard to be here with them now, and had always been able to do it with kindness. He led with love, and Dustin was a better person for knowing him.

“Like Max Mayfield, I hope to always embrace every obstacle I face with tenacity and courage.” She was the bravest of them. A warrior through and through, someone who had had so many shitty situations thrown at them in life, but who still found the courage to make friends. To not let herself be controlled by her grief or by her rage, which would have been easy and understandable. Instead, she was a good person, even if Dustin wouldn’t admit that to her face.

“And like El, I hope to always be there when my friends need me the most.” Eleven might have had to miss milestones with them over the years, but when it counted, she was there. She was a true superhero, Dustin believed that in his core.

“I don’t know what lies before us today, graduates.” Dustin continued, glancing back up into the audience of parents. “Hawkins has seen many tragedies, but I hope that there is a bright future waiting for each of us. As we leave Hawkins High today, may you take with you all of the skills and life lessons that our teachers imparted on us. May you remember the good times you have had with each other, and not dwell on the bad. Let who you might be in the future shape you just as much as what has happened to you in the past. And always know that you have people willing to help you when things feel impossibly difficult.”

“Before we leave, I would like to thank my friends, my mother, my girlfriend Suzie, and my teachers for always supporting me and being there for me. Each of you has changed my life for the better, and set me on the path I am on currently.” He wished Suzie had been able to make it, just like he wished he’d been able to go to her graduation. It was just too far and the dates were too close together - but they’d call each other later to talk about it, he was sure. And no matter what, Dustin would be there to see her graduate MIT in four years.

As his eyes shifted through the crowd of faces, he finally landed on someone who he wasn’t surprised to see there, but hadn’t necessarily expected either. In the fourth row from the top, Dustin could see Scott Clarke beaming at him. In one hand, he held a camcorder, and the other was waving encouragingly at Dustin, who smiled back sincerely.

“I want to leave you today with some advice I received shortly after moving to Hawkins,” Dustin said this directly to his former science teacher, hoping the man knew just how much he had shaped Dustin’s middle school years. “Hawkins High Graduating Class of 1988, I hope that you never stop being curious. Always open any curiosity door that you find. Never be afraid to be yourself, because that person is always good enough, even if it may not seem like it at the time.” He watched as Scott wiped a tear with his free hand, continuing to film the speech.

“Congratulations, and go forth into the world ready to take on any challenge, knowing that your party is by your side.” Dustin finished, smiling and nodding at the applause he received. Not everyone would have understood it, and even fewer understood everything he’d meant, but it was clear the love he’d felt for those he had talked about. They truly had shaped Dustin into who he was today. Lucas, Max, Mike, Will, and El. His mother. Steve. Eddie. Nancy. Robin. Mr. Clarke. All of the people who’d come into his life and changed it for the better.

Dustin was standing here today because they had taken a chance on him, had seen him for who he was and had loved him, not in spite of it, but because of it. And he loved each of them. No matter what happened to them in the future, Dustin would always be grateful for the time he had had with them.

#( threads. )#( self-para. )#dustin henderson you will always be famous #here is the graduation speech in full #rip scott clarke

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dolliedarlin · 3 years ago

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tokyo revengers | shinichiro s. ⏤04:40

not proofread ; mechanic shinichiro x rich girl reader

your parents are highly influential and incredibly rich. Your mother is a very successful actress and supermodel whilst your father is an entrepreneur.

due to your mother's avid interest in academics and fostering the minds of the youth, aside from being highly successful in her acting and modelling career, she holds a lot of shares and influence in academia, whether that be in libraries, research or schools and universities, she dabbled in a bit of everything, highly affected by her beloved husband, your father.

your father was a people person. he talked to people, shared in their interest, gained connections and stretched his influence across many different fields. he is a busy man but was never too busy for his family.

both your mother and father valued you and your older brother. despite being the eldest, there was never any pressure on your brother to take over the empire your father had built but this only made your brother all the more interested in the business, hence his constant shadowing of your father in the workplace.

you were the modern day princess alongside your brother, the modern day prince

aside from your brother, who was under the public spotlight, you wanted to maintain your privacy since you didn't really care much for inheriting the family business. if it was what you wanted then so be it.

there isn't a single picture of you on tabloids/newspapers or any form of social media. if anybody came close, your mother and father paid whatever was needed to gain ownership of said photo or article so that you could maintain your freedom in public

your brother never understood why you didn't want to associate yourself with the (L/N) name outside of those under an NDA, reasoning that 'it's less of a hassle when wanting or needing something', you beg to differ

despite your differences, you and your brother balance each other out and are there for one another no matter what

it was because you grew up so isolated, the social divide between you and any other child your age keeping them from acting normal around you, you hated that, it hurt you to be ostracised in such a way

understanding your pain and supporting your decision, your family kept you away from the public eye but still kept you in the circle of luxury and comfort their high social status permitted

you lived as normally as you could but no matter how normal you tried to be, because of the blood in your veins, you were naturally gifted. Incredibly studious (your father's influence), talented in sports and martial arts (your brother's shared hobby with you) and ethereally beautiful with a heart of gold (your mother's teachings).

no matter how 'average' you wanted to be to fit in, your perfection and talent kept you lonely and excluded

your only saving grace was your family, who only cared for and wished the best for you. to them, you will be forever grateful

the only problem being …

”Mommy, Daddy,” you spoke softly but sternly, setting down your cutlery so as to emphasise your unwavering stare, “please don’t talk about that when i’m trying to eat my salad,”

”Darling, please try to understand, we’re only a little curious,” you mother excused, pulling an apologetic smile as your father concurred.

”Onii-san should be enough to satisfy your curiosity, he’s going to be proposing soon,” you huff with puffy cheeks and your father has to resist rushing over to you just to pinch at them, remembering how soft and pudgy they were when you were still a baby.

”Yes but we want two sets of grandchildren,” your father whines, childishly as you try to contain yourself. This is a side to him only you, your family and the (L/N) estate maids and butlers were able to witness; outside the estate, he was a stoic and cool figure that was level headed but charming.

”We want 12 grandchildren after all,” your mother gushes, unable to contain herself, “six from you and six from your brother,” you hear your brother choke on his calamari, it almost makes you giggle if it weren’t for your mother’s follow up statement, “why don’t we help find a good man to court you?”

”mommy please!” clear agitation shows in the furrowing of your brows.

you hate these confrontations because it brings to light one of the main reasons you’re envious of your brother. He was able to meet such a lovely girl during his middle school years, someone who doesn’t care about his status or money, she purely loves him for who he is.

if only you were as lucky, alas, nothing…

everytime you think you’ve found someone for forever, they always end up secretly coveting your wealth and social status. Either you tell them who you really are and then they have to sign an NDA or they will only gauge your uncalculated wealth simply from your expensive car, fashion and perfumes - to them that was enough

”third times the charm?” your brother attempts to lighten the mood and, although you appreciate the sentiment, the air had grown too claustrophobic for you.

”i’ve lost my appetite,” you slide out of your chair, sensing the panic rising in your family despite avoiding their eyes, “don’t worry, i just want to go for a ride,” you take the time to kiss them goodbye on the cheek before leaving with a tightlipped smile and head to the garage.

respecting your need for space, your family stay behind and continue with dinner, hoping to make amends once you’ve had the time to cool your head.

at the garage, you see your sweet new ride, a black honda CBR1k triple R fireblade sp. The latest superbike on the market, unbeatable for its cutting edge design and 190 horsepower, exceeding speeds of 186mph. just looking at it has your heart racing for something else, already taking your mind off of the troubling confrontation you had with your family.

a long drive around tokyo, it’s just what you need to help cool your head. dressing up in your louis vuitton black leather pants and matching leather jacket, your vintage chanel rib knit crop top and doc martens combat boots, you were ready to ride.

you don’t know how long you spend on the road but without a destination and the adrenaline in your veins, you were too lost in your world to realise you would soon be coming to an abrupt stop.

”wh-what?” you huff, frustration and sudden panic clouding your judgment as you wheel your bike to the side of the road and begin to inspect it. it was a lost cause, however, as you knew nothing about motorbike anatomy. it’s brand new, how can it have problems already? exasperated, you frantically look around and spot the perfect place for your bike.

s.s motors. if it’s name and display of bikes is any indication, then it must be a bike shop that can help you.

feeling a little more optimistic, you carefully wheel your bike over, wishing that the problem wasn’t so serious. you park your bike outside and enter the shop and follow the metallic noise of tweaking and screwing and banging to the entrance of the garage attached to the shop.

”u-um, excuse me,” you voice up to the only person working on the engine of a motorbike, “I need some help please,”

on que, the black-haired man turns to you as he wipes his hands clean on a stained towel. you didn’t notice it earlier but he had been smoking and blew out a final puff before sending a lazy smile your way. He’s nothing like the other guys you’ve been introduced to by your parents. Instead of being in a custom-tailored armani suit and gucci tie, he’s in a loose and stained white shirt, evidence of laborious work seen in his muscular arms and dirted fingers. his soft, black hair isn’t styled in any way and simply falls down to frame his face naturally. he looks kind. and very handsome.

”sure thing, what do you need?” he asks, oblivious to the heat rising in your cheeks.

”m-my bike broke down i-its parked outside,”

he nods and steps up to some switches and buttons on the wall, with a quick switch, the garage door pulls up, “i’ll happily take a look for you,” he gives you another reassuring smile which you timidly return before fixing your gaze onto the ground. how can he have such an effect on you? You barely know the guy… you peak up just in time to see him whistle at your ride.

“is that your ride?” you nod bashfully and almost squeak at the wide grin he pulls, “i never thought i’d see the new CBR1k triple R so quickly, didn’t it just release yesterday?”

“pre-ordered it…”

was there such a thing? Shinichirou ponders thoughtfully, this is the first time he’s ever heard of someone pre-ordering such a highly anticipated superbike. He raises a brow at you but decides not to push for answers, it’s not his job to question customers, he just needs to fix up their bike.

.”alright well, while i take a look at your sweet ride, you can wait in the waiting area back in the shop,”

”can’t i stay here?” you blurt out without much thought, almost slapping yourself for being so straightforward. He probably thinks you’re some desperate teenage girl who goes coo-coo over boys.

he blinks but smiles once more, “i don’t see why not, pull up that stool over there,” he points to a short, foldable stool as you happily go about sitting down off to his side, no words are exchanged as you stare on at him. You want to know his name. You want to know his favourite food, his favourite movie, what he does for fun, why he decided to set up a motorcycle shop. You want to ask him everything.

are you smitten right now?...yeah you were. it’s very new to you but you could do nothing but continue staring at the eye-candy working hard away at your bike.

”it looks like you just ran out of gas,” he chuckled after stepping away from the vehicle.

”oh…” your face immediately heats up, “i…i guess i just panicked,” the two of you share a chuckle.

”it’s alright, are you new to motorcycles?”

”kinda…” you give a timid smile, “i’ve always wanted one and now that i have one, i love it so much,”

”that’s good, keep taking good care of it,” he finishes as he hands over your keys.

”u-umm! How much do i owe you?”

he shrugs, “it’s alright, there’s no need for payment, i’m just happy i got to serve such a pretty lady,” he gives you a flirtatious wink, following it up with a laugh at your flustered expression.

”pl-please let me pay you back, c-can i at least get you some lunch?”

”there’s really no need,” he smiles softly, his eyes warm and kind. you can’t look away, it’s as if you were put in a trance.

“o-okay…”

he can see the hesitation in your face. You look like a person who has better things to do than waste time in his humble motor repair shop but you aren’t wanting to leave it appears.

”is something wrong?”

”i-it’s just problems at home…” you confess, hugging yourself for comfort. now that the adrenaline is gone, you realise that you can’t run away forever and you still need to face your parents but you’re not ready for that…

”sometimes, it's better to let it out than keep it all inside and if its a stranger, chances are, you probably aren’t ever gonna see me again, so…”

he’s offering you his time and a listening ear, which you appreciate and, although you’re hesitant, you ultimately take him up on his offer. the two of you sit down and you unload everything, his expression doesn’t change, he just listens to you, nodding along to some of your statements and giving you the occasional pat on the back whenever you seem to get a little too emotional. when it’s finally over, you feel as though you can finally breathe. It’s amazing and you feel yourself lean into his shoulder in relaxation.

”feeling better?”

”yeah…” you smile up at him “thank you so much,”

”no worries,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “but i recommend you talk to your parents, it seems as though they really care for you,”

”but…” the worry is back again

”trust me, i may not have known you long but from what you’ve told me, they love you more than you may think right now, and you’ll have to face them again sooner or later so why not now?”

”alright…i’m trusting you,” he nods and sends you on your way.

”drive safe!” he warns carefully as he waves you off.

he was right. who knew? but you were grateful

following his advice, you talked things out with your parents and like the understanding, compassionate parents they were, they told you that “all that matters is that you’re well and happy…”

a week passes and you can’t get that handsome, consoling bike mechanic out of your mind. You have to meet him again.

and so…here you are, facing your beloved new black honda CBR1k triple R fireblade sp with one of your father’s old golf clubs in your hand. Your grip on the club is continually slipping from the sweat accumulating at your palms. you’re nervous.

is this a good decision? You really want to meet him again but you can’t just show up with…nothing…

raising the club in your hands, you’re halted by the garage door opening and the heels of your mum walking in only to stop when she sees you. after a moment of tense silence, she makes her way over to you and brings you into a warm embrace.

”dear, i hope you know that i love you and whether you are going through something or not, you can always come to mommy, okay?”

nodding with your lips trembling in embarrassment, you see your mother off and face your bike again. you aren’t going through something, you just want to see him again.

bang! bang! clank!

”uhhh…damn, huh…” shinichiro laughs humourlessly at your bike, “it looks like someone tried to beat the hell out of your bike but didn’t know where to properly aim the strikes for real damage so you’re pretty lucky,”

”y-yup….lucky me,,,” you begin to sweat nervously.

he hit the nail on the head and he knows it, judging by the devious smirk on his lips as he turns away from you so as to avoid you seeing his charmed expression.

you’ve got to be the cutest girl he’s ever met.

tell me what you think! ; part 2? ; make this an actual oneshot?

navi.

#.tok. rev timestamps #shinichiro x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo rev x you

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heavenbarnes · 4 years ago

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holding out for a hero

Carol Danvers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings/Contains: dirty talk, fingering, squirting, masturbation, degradation (e.g., slut, whore, bitch, the works), slapping (on face as well), semi-public sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, light bondage, dom/sub relationship, blowjobs, facefucking, little bit of spit, sex toys, hair pulling

Word Count: 2.8k

so when i was thinking this up in my head, i was carol and reader was doja cat lmao! but i know that 90% of my readers are little subs so had to tweak it for you all, hope you like x

Carol looked a dream in her suit, the perfect fit for her (it would be, it’s made for her) and her hands in her pockets as she came through the door. It surrounds her, she commands attention as she walked into any room and that wasn’t lost on you as all heads turned towards her.

Thank God for a party, you couldn’t even remember why Tony threw this one but any chance for you to put on a short dress and hang off Carol’s arm was good enough for you. What could you say, your-girl-who-wasn’t-really-your-girl looks good.

So Carol was in your bed just about every night and you called each other girlfriends, but there were blurred lines. Especially when you also end up in Thor’s bed (after you know she’s just left it), and there’s a little bit of make up sex. But it’s whatever, right?

Carol is cool in every sense, you could tell it by the way she walks. But she also dances cool, pulling your ass into her front as you both move to the music. It wasn’t until a couple of girls from another department were pulling you over to dance to the new song that Carol parted from you.

She left you shaking your ass on the dance floor to find the bar. Carol even drank cool, ordering something that’d make you screw your nose up, and taking an easy sip. She could see Bucky in her peripheral but didn’t pay him much mind.

“God damn, you really are a fucking fox, aren’t you?” The words slid off his tongue as he sided up beside her, eyes shamelessly lingering on her figure.

“Yeah, maybe I am.”

Bucky chuckled slightly, bringing his own glass to his lips. “You act all tough but I think you’re just looking for someone to bend you over and put you in your place.”

Carol shot him a look, slightly incredulous. “Maybe you’re looking for me to do the same to you?”

“Yeah, maybe I would let you fuck me in the ass,” Bucky shrugged his shoulder like it was nothing. “But whilst you’re all dominant with the ladies, I bet you’d let me hold you down.”

Carol huffed a laugh through her nose, taking another sip as Bucky’s eyes scanned the room. They landed on you as your dress hiked further up your thighs. “I know you two are a thing but you ever fuck other people?”

Her eyes landed on his, and he offered another shrug, once again like it was nothing. “Yeah, a few.”

“Like who?”

“Like Thor, Steve, Sam, Wanda-“

“Okay, so everyone but me! You must want to complete a full set?”

Carol turned and put her back to the bar, swilling her drink in the bottom of the glass. “If you think she’s going to let me go home with you tonight, you’re even crazier than she is.”

Bucky went to question what she was on about but Carol simply nodded in your direction. That’s when his eyes landed on you, finding you stood in the middle of the room with a look that said you were less than impressed.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to go handle this.”

Carol pushed off the bar and made her way over to you, except she kept walking out the door you came in and let you follow behind. Once you got into the hallway, she turned to face you and all the wrath you could muster.

“What the fuck was that? Flirting with Bucky Barnes in front of everyone, in front of me?” Your voice was raising but Carol still seemed cool, looking down at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Hardly flirting, and what do you call that dancing you were doing in Scott’s lap?”

“Oh fuck off, this is about you-“

You threw your arms out in front of you to make contact with Carol but she was too quick, catching your wrists midair with a look of disappointment. She turned both ways to see a few people watching the little spectacle you’d started.

“Honey,” Her voice was low as she dipped down to your ear. “You’re being fucking embarrassing.”

She spun you around, pushing you in front of her and forcing you to walk down the hall. Carol whistled, signaling you to make a left and then another, until she had you in a slightly more secluded part of this very public area.

With one hand, Carol pushed you up against the wall, coming down till she was right in your face. “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?”

The best you could offer was a pout as her tone and expression was doing it’s best to make the heat rise between your legs.

Carol shook her head, pulling back slightly only to tug the top of your dress down, freeing your breasts for her. “You are such a little whore.”

Her right hand rose and delivered one slap across your face. Embarrassingly enough, your response was to tip your head back and release a throaty moan, pushing your chest towards her.

“For your information, Bucky was talking about fucking me, not that it’s any of your business.”

Another slap and another pathetic moan, as she trailed her hand down to grip your breast. Bringing her hand back, she slapped your chest, only making you squeeze your thighs together tighter.

“But you want to be such a desperate little slut, that this is where we’re at.”

Carol’s left hand slapped you across the face again, whilst her right hiked your dress up to reveal where you’d forgone panties. She tutted at you, like a naughty child. “Fucking slut, I bet this is making you wet.”

Her middle finger ran through your slit and revealed to her what she already knew. You were fucking dripping. She was quick to thrust her two middle fingers deep in you as her other hand tugged at your nipples.

You couldn’t hold back the moans, she was hooking her fingers forward right at the spot and telling you every depraved thing you needed to hear. You didn’t even want her to stop when you heard the footsteps approaching.

“Fucking Christ.”

Both yourself and Carol turned to see Bucky standing in the entryway, watching you getting wrecked on Carol’s fingers. Quickly she turned her head back to you. “You did not just grip around my fingers at that.”

Another slap across your face had Bucky swallowing at the sight in front of him. Carol grew impatient, shooting a look over her shoulder. “Are you coming in here or what?”

Bucky quickly hurried behind her, standing on your other side and watching it all unfold. Carol only sped up her hand as she went back to tweaking at your chest.

“You dirty fucking whore, honey,” She cooed, reveling in the sounds of your cries. “I can feel you fucking soaking my hand.”

You could only babble in response, hips bucking as you rode her fingers. Bucky was just staring, wide eyed and completely overcome.

“Since you seem to like it when people are watching you, maybe I should get my kicks out of this too, huh?" Carol taunted, still lent above you and vigorously rutting her fingers into you.

"Maybe I should give a good girl a call, one that doesn't try pathetic bullshit like you pulled earlier," Her words continued the floods that were headed straight to the meeting of your thighs. "Tie you up on the armchair and make you watch the kind of respect I deserve."

All that came out of you was another one of those heady cries, rolling your hips into her hand and whimpering for her. Bucky just shook his head, right hand running down the length of his face before coming to adjust his trousers.

You could tell he wasn't looking at your face, his eyes were firmly fixed on either your chest or where Carol's hand was making contact with your cunt. Her voice snapped you back to where you belonged.

"Tell me, princess," Carol's chest nearly rumbled as she raised her voice. "I have to hear it from you."

"Yes, Carol!" You cried, knees buckling and fingers grasping at the wall behind you. "I need you to teach me, see another girl treat you right."

Her laugh was so dark, almost as if she was saying "exactly."

"Bucky, get my phone out of my pocket," She spoke, not taking her eyes off you. "Call Wanda on speaker."

And another wanton moan elicited from you by something Carol said, your pussy gripping tight around her fingers. Her thumb rolled around your clit as the dial tone sounded from the phone, before a click.

"Hey, baby." Wanda's blood red voice sounded from the device in Bucky's hand.

"Hey, pretty girl," Carol chimed. "I have my other girl wrapped around my fingers because she's being naughty as hell."

"Oh, needs to be taught a lesson?"

"Of course, what are you doing tomorrow?"

"You, hopefully."

"Good girl, need to teach this one what kind of girl I deserve."

"I'll see you then," Wanda understood time was of the essence as she spat your name. "Hurry up and come, don't leave Carol waiting."

Bucky tucked the phone away, watching as Carol sped up the movements on your clit as your legs definitely began to fail. "You heard her, hurry up and squirt for me, we have places to be."

It didn't take much as she continued to hook her fingers up, one more slap across your cheek and you were done for. Hips careering forward and you felt yourself gushing down your thighs and across the leg of Carol's suit.

You opened your eyes just in time to see Carol placing the fingers that'd just left you, onto Bucky's tongue. "Isn't she sweet as candy?"

As you straightened your dress, all eyes fall to the wet patch just above Carol's knee, the sound of her tutting filling the space. "You're lucky there's a car waiting, else I'd have you licking this up."

The three of you snuck out the back to the waiting car, your cheeks and chest hot from your girlfriend's open palm. You ran your fingertips over the spots, relishing the feeling she'd given you.

As you all piled into the back of the car, you heard Carol advise the driver you needed the partition up. It did nothing for the heat coursing through you, reminding you that this was in no way done yet.

Bucky slid in first, before Carol pushed you in and went in after you. As the car started off, she looked at you expectantly. "Hurry up, get your legs up."

Shuffling back, you spread your legs for them, one over Bucky's thigh and the other over Carol's. Her hands looped in the top of your dress, re-exposing your chest. "Start playing with that pussy, if you haven't come at least once by the time we get home there'll be hell to pay."

Wasting no time, you collected slick before running your fingers back up to circle your clit. You were still so sensitive from her fingers but you knew better than to argue. Your other hand came to tweak at your nipples as you watched Carol move above you.

She lent across where you were working between your thighs, hand grasping Bucky's jaw and pulling him into a kiss just moments before you. Watching her tongue move against his, the sounds they were making, had your hips lifting against your touch.

Carol moved Bucky's metal hand to your chest, his fingers quickly tugging at your nipples as he still moved his lips against your girlfriend. The view was like heaven, the both of them looking so godly and only for your viewing.

Whilst Bucky had a grip on one of your breasts, Carol pulled at your other, rolling it in her palm. It had you arching your back and raising your chest to her touch, cooing for her as her teeth pulled at Bucky’s lip.

“God, I can’t wait to let you live up to your words,” She breathed against his mouth. “Do everything you said, whilst she’s tied up and watching.”

Bucky’s eyes flickered to you, only slightly acknowledging your existence. “She have a seat in the room? Or would the view be better beneath us?”

You felt yourself pulse beneath your fingers, the thought of watching Bucky pounding Carol right above you nearly too much for you to take. Your cunt clenched around nothing, eager to be filled by just about anything at this point. Carol’s fingers, her strap, Bucky. Whatever was going, you would take it.

As you saw Carol’s hand slipping down to grip Bucky through his pants, you felt your orgasm closing in. He was outlined through the fabric and it didn’t take much to see that he was fucking huge. Not that he often let you forget it.

Bucky had spent a lot of his time siding up alongside you, pressing himself against your ass or your hip, whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do to you - much like he’d done to Carol that evening. You often laughed it off, maybe giving him a cheeky grip against the zipper, but nothing more.

Now all those times you’d turned him down were coming back to bite you. well and truly. Images of being tied up and tossed aside in the bedroom whilst Bucky slammed a metal palm into the center of Carol’s shoulder blades and threw his hips into hers, they were the only thing you’d be treated to tonight.

Pulling up outside your house, Bucky trailed behind as Carol kept your arm bent behind your back. Her chest was tight to you as she hushed a whisper in your ear. “You still enjoying yourself?”

You nodded eagerly, moaning in earnest as you headed up into your shared space. Carol was pleased, for a fleeting moment, before she tightened her grip on you some more. “Course you are, dirty slut.”

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed, big thighs wide spread as he watched Carol fixing the soft-rope to your wrists behind your back. His tongue ran along his bottom lip as you sat bare-naked and ready for any instruction. Carol’s attention was on perfecting her ties but she threw a comment over her shoulder.

“Anything you want to do to her before we start?”

And he was up, quick as anything, making his way to the armchair you were draped over. His fingers skimmed along your cheeks as he watched the way you gently wiggled in your confines. “These lips are usually only good for giving me shit, want to feel them around my cock.”

Carol, who was slipping out of her suit, looked over his shoulder to you. Her eyebrow raised in a look that meant “okay with you?”, so you were quick to nod with your tongue hanging out like a dog.

Bucky was quick with his zipper, too. His belt clattered to the floor as he shuffled his jeans down his thighs. Gripping his length in his right hand, it was flushed all the way to the tip and already dripping. This was something you’d describe as painfully hard.

Tapping it against your lips, you opened your mouth again and took him in. Your eyes occasionally fluttered to Carol and what she was doing in the background, but as they pricked with tears you focused them back on Bucky. Good tears, tears that ran down your cheeks as he stuffed himself right to the back of your throat.

The gagging noises only spurred him on, the wet sounds of you doing your best to fit him in. Sticking your tongue out, you managed to reach his balls, doing the best you could with no hands. The crop of curls at the base of his cock tickled your nose as he thrust into your face.

“Pull her hair, it makes her sing.” Carol instructed, still busying herself on the other side of the room.

He pulled what he could into his palm and tugged it tight, earning a hum from you that rattled through your throat. It hit him right where he needed it, surging his hips forward and prying a moan from him. You had to hand it to him, Bucky sounded fucking lovely when he was moaning for you. Maybe you needed to get on your knees for him more often.

His thrusts slowed until he was drawing back from you, spit covered cock leaving your mouth, and leaving you flushed thoroughly wrecked. Leaning down to you, he gripped your chin before pressing a kiss to your swollen lips, tapping your cheek gently nearly mimicking what Carol had done earlier.

Speaking of which.

“Right, you’re ready to give her a show?”

Bucky spun around, before stopping in his tracks with a trace of a dumbstruck expression. Despite the pain in your throat, you smiled at them both, leaning back in your chair and spreading your thighs.

Carol stood at the end of the bed, right hand slicking the lube up the length of her strap as she nodded to the bed.

“Come on Buck,” She grinned. “Arch your back like a good little bitch and get your mouth on her pussy.”

#carol danvers smut #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x female reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x carol danvers #bucky barnes x reader x carol danvers #captain marvel smut #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel x female reader

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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago

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Chain of Events

word count: 2500

pairing: andy barber x female reader

warnings: cheating, age gap, some profanity.

request: can i request a andy barber x fem!reader where the reader is his asisstant and his secret mistress (in mid 20s) which she always stick by his side and help him through jacob's trail. after the trail he divorced w laurie and they got marry and have a baby girl please!! thank you!!

a/n: sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoy lovely! ngl this really fueled my love for andy.

please excuse any mistakes!

It wasn’t something you were proud of. Something that had started off as a night with a few innocent drinks paved the way for a never ending cycle. At times you felt dirty and awful, yet that didn’t stop you from going to see him every other night. Even when you had the slightest feeling that Laurie had a hunch, it didn’t stop you. Especially when things got dark for Andy, you were the one to hold him close and not his wife. It felt so right although extremely wrong all at the same time.

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Currently, you were sitting in your apartment bed, spending your Friday night a bit differently than most. Rain gushed from the sky and rhythmically hit your bedroom window which you were spaced out on, many thoughts running through your mind and a glass of wine occasionally hitting your lips. Using your free hand you softly ran your fingers through the mop of hair that belonged to Andy who was passed out in your lap. His breathing was even and it did your heart good to see him so peaceful for once. Just two hours ago, he called you, sounding so broken and vulnerable which was out of the ordinary for Andy. The minute you answered the door, he flung himself at you and held you tight, whispering repeatedly “don’t leave me, please.”

It absolutely tore you to pieces to hear him say that and you were quick to reassure him that it wasn’t even possible. You then lead him to the bedroom to ask what had happened.

“Is everything alright? Talk to me, Andy.” You placed a set of his pajamas into his hands but not without a pleading look in your eyes when meeting his own sullen ones.

“Laurie’s adamant it’s him, but (y/n)-” Placing a finger on his lips, you hushed him.

“I know, I know. You just have to ignore it okay? Laurie is just,” Pausing, you chose your next words wisely, “having a hard time with it all. Everyone copes differently.”

He sadly nodded before standing to kiss your forehead and make his way to the bathroom to get changed and cleaned up a bit.

The two of you continued to chat about Jacob’s trial once Andy returned from the bathroom, and he confided in you in many ways more than one. You’d never seen Andy so open, even with yourself, and clearly it helped him quite a bit as he was now relaxed.

Time had flown and amongst your thoughts, one stood out to you in particular. When would Laurie start to question where he was? Andy always had some bullshit excuse ready to give her and would then tell you that it would be alright. Normally, before you had time to truly convince yourself, Andy’s lips would be on yours or his hands would caress you gently and you’d melt into him as did your cares. Except for now.

The two had just gotten into a huge fight and you were sure Andy hadn’t even thought twice about telling her where he was going. Even if he did, Laurie would surely be on the lookout for his return.

Carefully reaching over to your nightstand, you grabbed your phone to check the time and noticed that it was getting late.

“Andy? My love, when do you have to go home?” You leaned down to whisper to the sleeping man who groaned in return.

You repeated his name once more, this time slightly shaking his shoulder to which he rolled onto his back, a goofy grin on his lips as he looked up at you. “Well hello, honey.”

From Andy’s point of view, you peered down at him like a disappointed mother but with a faint smile upon her lips at her child’s goofiness.

“Nice of you to join me, sleeping beauty. I was wondering what time you had to get home. It’s starting to rain more heavily and Laurie-”

Andy sat up and turned himself so he’d be sitting shoulder to shoulder with you. Silently, he took your empty wine glass from your hand, leaning to place it on your nightstand. As he did so, he didn’t let go of your wrist, which he brought to his lips when he returned to face you.

Murmuring against your wrist, he started to place soft and delicate kisses to the smooth skin there. “Don’t worry about it. I told her I’d be back tomorrow morning.”

“But Andy, she knows you don’t have anywhere to stay.” You didn’t want to exactly say “Hey! Andy, you have no friends and your wife knows that!” but it was implied in a kinder way. Andy picked up on this, clearly deflecting when he just nodded in response and started to place more kisses up your forearm.

Letting out a frustrated “hmph,” you let Andy carry on before he victoriously smiled at you.

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The vicious cycle went on throughout the course of Jacob’s trial as things between Andy and his wife got worse. Even though they both lived under the same roof, slept in the same bed, and put on a facade for Jacob, they were practically separated. One night Andy drunkenly showed up on your doorstep, confessing how he had come home to find Laurie with another man. In a fit of rage he let the cat out of the bag that he had been seeing you. Funny how things work.

You knew they were both wrong, so instead of shaming either one of them, you just let Andy cling to you for comfort. When Andy was drunk, he was like a big child and if the circumstances were different, you’d been laughing, but rather you soothingly rubbed his back and listened as that’s all he needed. Someone who would just listen.

At three in the morning, he most definitely needed you as well when you found his head in the bowl of the toilet and not sleepily nestled in your neck. (Which was ironic as the two of you would be switching places very soon.)

Christmas came quick and along with it, many miracles, one being that Jacob was not convicted.

Just as Andy was in a rush to tell you the news, Laurie was even faster to serve the divorce papers to him. In a relationship, you and your partner are supposed to be able to push through tough times without breaking. With that being said, Andy and Laurie mutually agreed that they had failed and it was time they both quit lying to themselves. It was time for real happiness.

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“(y/n) meet me at our favorite restaurant in thirty minutes.”

You were working on some case files for Neil, despite your hatred for him, and tried to tell Andy that you were busy at the moment. He didn’t listen but continued to insist that you meet him there. His tone wasn’t demanding, but it was...excited? Surely, Andy had been excited over things in his life, but you’d never actually heard the usually emotionless man speak with such ardor.

Setting down the case files, you rushed to put on some real pants and a blouse, but nothing too fancy or flashy as you had no idea what was about to happen.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Andy happily flagged you over. He wore the biggest smile ever and you were borderline concerned. What could have him this happy? Was he getting back with Laurie? As much as you wanted them to be a functioning family, you weren’t sure if you could deal with such heartbreak because Andy really did feel like the one.

Ever the gentleman, Andy pulled out your chair and handed you a small bouquet as you sat in the wooden seat. Before he walked away, the man planted a smack of a kiss on your lips and hurried back to his seat since he saw the waiter out of the corner of his eye. As the waiter approached, you were just sitting there, the most shocked expression on your face as it settled within you what Andy had just done. Long ago when this whole fiasco began, you and Andy always kept it professional when out in public because so many people knew him and word could get out easily that he was cheating.

The minute the waiter left, you were quick to chastise Andy who just laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world which left you a bit angered.

Since the restaurant was quiet, you extended yourself across the table so Andy could hear your harsh muttering.

“Do you realize what you just did, Barber?!” Andy shook his head in a content manner and at this point steam was about to emerge from your ears. Before all hell could break loose and you go ballistic, Andy cut in to explain.

“Jacob, he’s a free man!” Andy looked at you with an awaiting smile and your face immediately softened, but for only a second as that didn’t explain why he was parading your relationship out like this. Didn’t he know what he was risking, not only for himself, but you.

Your counterpart noticed the sudden change of expression on your face and continued, “But among other things, I meant to tell you that Laurie and I got divorced recently.”

“Oh hon, I am so sorry.” Reaching across the table, you comfortingly ran your thumb over the back of his hand, but he just shook his head in detest.

“No no, it’s not a bad thing because it just opened the gateway for this,” Andy pulled his hand away and went to dig in his coat pocket. You thought to yourself, no he couldn’t be-

“(y/n), I’m gonna make this short, but sweet. You mean the world to me and I could spend all night listing off why I love you, but that will never do justice, so instead, I ask that you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?”

His cliche, yet utterly adorable speech could make a person’s heart melt and instantly say yes, but you’ve always been a thinker, and maybe Andy had accounted for that a bit in his proposal.

“Andrew! You just got divorced!” In a semi-whisper slash hiss, you bent over so only he could hear, hiding your words from the prying onlookers as if you had top secret info spilling from your lips.

“I know, but, (y/n), you are the one.” He looked a bit awkward being on his knee for so long and the ring box still patiently in hand as you processed his question. Nonetheless, Andy continued to hopefully smile at you, ignoring all of the whispers, until you excitedly replied “yes” just a mere second later, though it felt like ages for him.

This proposal was definitely gonna be a story for generations.

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You and Andy settled for a simple courthouse wedding with just your parents in attendance as witnesses. The two of you were never really used to flaunting your relationship, and even though you could now, it just wasn’t ideal. Besides, you had bigger things to worry about.

For example, when just a few weeks after your short-lived honeymoon, you noticed some changes and came to the conclusion that you were pregnant.

One night, you casually brought up the idea of more kids to Andy to test the waters.

“Hey love, you awake?”

Andy lifted his eyes from his book, no longer looking as if he was asleep. He nodded his head and set the book aside giving you his full attention.

“What’s up, gorgeous?”

“I was thinking… what if we were to have a kid. Would you be opposed to that?”

The reaction on Andy’s face was most definitely not the one in mind and he looked as if you had asked him the most appalling question on earth.

“(y/n), I love kids,” He chuckled a bit, “I thought I made that clear, you know, by being a dad and all.”

His lame attempt at making a “joke” eased your nerves and you just came straightforward with the gold.

“Andy, I think I am pregnant.”

And faster than a predator can pounce, Andy was on you in seconds, his arms hugging you close as he whispered words of excitement.

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Nine months later and that statement was very true as you held a bundle of joy in your arms. Your hours numb in pain couldn't even be compared to the gift that was before you. Andy could hardly keep his hands off your stomach for the past few months and he never failed to speak to your daughter as if she was actually there. Now that her presence was finally in the world, Andy was yet to look away from her small figure and his smile hadn’t withered the slightest.

The nurse had stepped out a few minutes ago, giving both you and Andy some time and privacy with your newborn. Even though drowsiness overcame your body, you visibly forced yourself awake just to absorb all the time you could with her. Little ones grow up in a flash and you weren't going to miss a second if it was up to you.

Andy joined you in the hospital bed when you silently invited him in with a soft pat to the crinkly sheets. Once he snuggled up against your side, you carefully passed the little baby who was about to have her first contact with her father.

As Andy played with her mini hands, you sleepily rested your head on his broad shoulder, watching the two and already figuring out that they’d be lifelong friends.

“They always say with age comes wiseness, but darlin’, your momma gives that phrase a run for its money.”

You giggled at your husband’s words and propped up the little darling the smallest bit so she could “see” you and her dad.

“Don’t listen to Daddy, munchkin. The grey in his beard says otherwise.”

“Hey! I’m not that old, I was still able to knock-” Backhanding Andy’s leg caused him to dramatically cut his sentence short. There were plenty of years for him to taint your daughter’s innocence.

As you observed the two, you noticed Andy gazed at her as if she hung the moon and stars for him, a familiar look he often gave you. Possibly from the lack of energy or just being enamored with the interaction, a sweet tear slipped from your own eye. Upon closer inspection, one could see that a subtle tear fell from the man beside you.

If Andrew Stephen Barber had known all those years ago he’d be here with a second chance at life, he would’ve never even waited another second to be with you. It’s funny how life can send you down the most twisted paths, yet have you come out with the most precious of gifts.

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