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sliding into the requests and asking for something where Mafia Lando gets jealous when some guy flirting with you and he dosnt find out till he walks on this guy flirting and reader and Lando aren't even dadting but it should be common knowledge reader is off limits. đ«Š
Your work is in flick. Like seriously you're other fics are so good. đ€
The Rookieâs Mistake
Summary: In which a Rookie makes a mistake by unknowingly flirting with someone that belongs to Lando.
Genre: Mafia!Lando
TW: Mafia
A/N: thank you soo much for the request and the feedback. It brings me joy to read the positive comments! I hope you like it! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!
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It was late in the evening when you stepped into the dimly lit bar, the familiar hum of low conversation and clinking glasses greeting you.
The space was quiet, but that was how you liked it.
It was the kind of night where you could relax with a glass of wine, the weight of your thoughts temporarily lifting in the presence of a small crowd.
Youâd been invited to this particular gathering, a casual evening among Landoâs men. Theyâd told you he was busy with something that couldnât wait, as always.
But tonight, you werenât upset by his absence. After all, youâd grown used to it.
You ordered your drink from the bar and settled in, letting your eyes scan the room.
Landoâs empire wasnât easy to navigate, and most of his men understood that. They knew who you wereâLandoâsâand they respected the boundaries that came with that. No one dared to flirt, not without serious consequences.
But the key word was most.
And tonight, it was a rookieâs turn to make a fatal mistake.
You saw him the moment he walked inâa fresh face among the usual crowd of hardened men.
His name was Luca.
You didnât know much about him, except that he had just been assigned to Landoâs inner circle.
He looked cocky, sure of himself, his expensive jacket and confident gait announcing that he was more than just a rookie to him.
As you took another sip from your glass, you noticed him glancing in your direction.
There was an arrogance in his eyes that made something in your stomach tighten. He was the kind of guy who walked into a room and immediately thought he had the world at his feet.
Lucaâs eyes flicked to you again.
This time, the look was different.
It was bold.
Too bold.
You raised an eyebrow, internally rolling your eyes. There was always one rookie who thought they could play it like that.
He sauntered over to where you were sitting, his smile broad and completely unaware of the invisible warning signs radiating from every person in the room.
Every one of Landoâs men who saw him move in your direction stiffened, exchanging wary glances.
They didnât have to speak to each otherâthey knew better.
Luca, on the other hand, was too full of himself to notice.
âHey,â he said, standing a little too close to your table as he flashed you a confident smile.
âI donât think weâve met. Nameâs Luca.â
You looked up at him from your seat, coolly assessing him.
âI know who you are,â you replied, your voice calm, almost disinterested.
Luca chuckled, his smile widening. âOh yeah? I guess Iâm pretty memorable.â
He took a seat across from you without waiting for an invitation.
âYouâre not from around here, are you? You donât look like the usual crowd. More like⊠well, youâre too pretty to be hanging out with this lot.â
The comment made you roll your eyes inwardly. Youâd heard worse from men who were actually worth your time, but Lucaâs arrogance was another level. He didnât even seem to care that the men who worked for Landoâwho worked with Landoâwere now all watching, a few of them with uneasy glances.
But none of them intervened yet.
No one dared.
âIâm not some random girl, if thatâs what youâre implying,â you said, choosing your words carefully.
You wanted to make it clear, but without outright insulting him just yet.
âOf course, of course,â Luca replied, his voice smooth as silk, but there was a certain smugness to it now.
âIâm just saying⊠maybe you could use some company. Itâs not every day you see someone so stunning walking around this place. What do you say? We grab a drink and see where things go?â
You werenât sure whether to laugh or roll your eyes.
The audacity.
He was so naive, thinking youâd fall for some charming line. This wasnât your first encounter with men like himâbut it was definitely one of the more brazen.
But before you could respond, you felt it.
A shift in the air.
A dark weight that wasnât there just moments ago.
The subtle sound of boots hitting the floor, slow, deliberate.
Luca didnât notice.
He was too busy leaning in, clearly enjoying the small audience of Landoâs men who were now holding their breath.
The rest of the crew, including Marco, the long-time veteran of the group, exchanged glances.
They all knew exactly what was going on, and none of them were about to step in.
Not unless things went south.
Then, just as Lucaâs hand moved a little too close to yours, his words still echoing in your ears, a voice you knew all too well interrupted.
âLuca.â
The sound of Landoâs voice sent an immediate wave of tension across the room.
The entire group of men froze, but Luca, for all his arrogance, didnât seem to realize what was happening until Landoâs figure appeared in the doorway.
Lando stood there, eyes dark, sharp, like an animal sensing its prey. His gaze flicked to Luca, and then to you.
The moment he saw your face, the storm that had gathered around him seemed to calm, just slightly.
His expression softened, but his eyes were still cold, piercing through Luca like daggers.
âLando,â Luca said, rising quickly, wiping his hands on his pants as if trying to look more composed.
âItâs nothing, I was justââ
âDonât,â Lando interrupted, his voice low, deadly calm. âI know exactly what you were doing.â
The men in the room stiffened, each of them understanding the unspoken command in Landoâs tone.
Luca looked a little less confident now, though he was still trying to salvage his dignity.
âYouâre new here,â Lando continued, taking slow steps toward the table.
The air felt thick now, heavier with every move he made.
âBut you shouldâve learned by now that you donât flirt with whatâs mine.â
Luca blinked, his smile fading as he seemed to realize the gravity of the situation.
âLando, I didnât knowââ Luca began, but his voice trailed off as Landoâs glare intensified.
âYeah, thatâs the problem,â Lando said, his voice dangerously soft. âYou didnât know.â
You watched as Lucaâs face flushed, all the confidence he had been exuding evaporating in an instant.
Lando was not someone to be messed with, and everyone in this room had known that from the start.
Landoâs eyes didnât leave Luca for a moment. He gestured to the door with a sharp, almost imperceptible motion.
âGet out,â he ordered, his voice icy. âAnd donât come back until youâve learned some respect.â
Lucaâs face contorted into a mix of frustration and embarrassment, but he knew better than to argue.
He quickly mumbled a hasty apology and made a retreat toward the door, his shoulders hunched in defeat.
As soon as the door closed behind him, the tension in the room lifted, but only slightly. Marcoâs eyes met Landoâs, a quiet understanding passing between them. It was the kind of unspoken language only Landoâs men understoodâthe kind of trust that ran deeper than words.
Lando turned to face you, his gaze softening, the dangerous edge fading.
âAre you okay?â
You nodded, exhaling the breath you didnât realize youâd been holding. âIâm fine.â
Landoâs jaw tightened, his eyes still a little too intense. âNo one touches whatâs mine, Y/N. Not even the rookies.â
You smiled faintly, letting your gaze soften. âI know.â
And for a moment, it was just the two of you in the room. All the chaos, all the power, all the danger seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the quiet hum of the bar and the unspoken promise in Landoâs eyes.
You were his. And in this world of shadows and blood, nothing was ever going to change that.
Thank you for reading!
#lando x reader#lando x you#lando imagine#lando norris#mafia au#f1 mafia au#f1#f1 x reader#f1!mafia#mafia!lando#Mafia
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#I had to turn off my shaders because the colors on her face are too pale so she became a flashbang.#But now the color i made her face is slightly too pink so she looks kind of sunburnt. She can't win.#mypost#oc#idk if this gets art tag. I dont know if I count this.#I still find this character's design stupid in a way i dont know how to resolve so I've only posted her in semi-unrecognizable forms.#(very small before and now squared.)#Luckily she's not for anything important at all I only picked her for this because she has so much sticking out of her design#that it would justify the effort of using her to test making custom models...#like i would HATE doing the wings and tail on a normal model. Just one is bad enough but she has both.#I actually do remember why I did all this. It was because I miss doing minecraft skins for money. But I'm not as good at it now...#even with the hurdle of modeling aside I kind of forgot to shade this. There's no distinction between her legs when she's standing still.#That's a rookie's mistake...I should be better than this...
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One Bed
pairing: leon kennedy x fem! agent! reader
â synopsis: who knew saving the president's daughter was so tiring? only you and leon knew the treacherous steps towards the hotel room that was supposed to rejuvenate you both. only for him to open the door and to see one bed.
â notes: omg hey everyone. it has been months since my last post and thank you so much for the love on 'such a sweetheart'. i needed a hiatus from writing and i hope you guys love this one bed trope! it's not proofread so sorry if there are mistakes but i am way too lazy to read over it all. love you guys.
†WC: 5K
†CW: you helped leon save ashley, one bed trope duh, touch starved leon, kisses, petnames, cowgirl, tired sex, p in v, unprotected sex, leon cums on you.
Who knew saving the president's daughter would be so exhausting? The whole ordeal was strenuous to your muscles and mental state. A good nights rest was what you needed after the catastrophe you just encountered. Luckily, you were able to squeeze a shower before getting to the hotel. The idea of mud, bodily fluids and blood was too much to handle for any longer than necessary. Though, if it wasn't for Leon - you probably wouldn't be around currently. Being mission partners with him allowed you to understand his perspective on bioweapons and whatnot.
Without a doubt, he hated them. Despised even. This was a common viewpoint, but his hate went far beyond the normal eye.
It was best not to pry. You couldn't class yourselves as friends, just work partners. Agents who fought the living dead and anything else that came in your way. The undead was a sensitive topic to Leon. What could he have went through?
Leon's life was one of pure terror ever since he was victimised to Raccoon City. The first day on the job completely different to others who joined for the first time. Unlocking padlocks were for survival, not for fun. Reading notes left from other officers who already found their fate was disturbing. The scribbles on the paper led him out. To safety he had hoped. No. Safety was not an option that day - his welfare was tarnished every second.
Now being forced into the workforce of the government wasn't any better. Probably even worse. Time and time again Leon would feel the cold metal pressed against his temple, shakily holding the gun to his head. The index finger aching to snap the trigger to blast his brains out. Yet the same reasoning withheld him from doing so. What if another incident like Raccoon City happened in the near future? He was hired to help others - to dispose of the horrors of the world without alarming the population.
Having you as his partner was a struggle and a blessing.
His communicative state from when he was 21 was now gone. A rookie turned agent against his will led him to be colder than others. Leon kept to himself most of the time, here and there giving you a few pointers on how you can effective pop a flash grenade or what to do in a sticky situation. You reflected how he was 6 years ago. A 21 year old who was excited to start at a police department - you were an agent who was motivated to save others. Your actions held such kindness to him. No prying or none of those snickering comments he would get from the other agents at base.
Just peace.
So mentally speaking, he didn't mind having to share a room with you in this crammed hotel. It was a Saturday so it was expected. Though, other patrons would be coming here to have a one night stand or a relaxing time away from their family... you both just needed rest.
Sluggish movements paved their way to the door number, 012. You and him clinging onto your duffel bags silently. It was an awkward silence, a silence that hung below you both as he fumbled with the key card in his hand. Scanning it through to unlock the barrier between you both and the comfort of the beds that laid inside.
Beds. Or... bed?
Your eyes scan the room. Continuously trying to seek out the other bed that should be here. You examine the footing of it, seeing that it's a double bed instead of 2 singles. Great. The dumbfounded look on your face is almost laughable as the situation dawns on you. You were in a room with Leon and it only consisted of one bed for the both of you.
There were a few ways to go about this. You either both sleep in the same bed together or one takes the bed and the other finds another place to rest. Looking around, it appears that the only viable option would be the cracked leather arm chair, resting solo in the corner. Thinking about it, you were willing to give yourself a crick in your neck to save yourself from the embarrassment of sharing the bed with the other agent.
Leon thought otherwise. The brisk movement of the gear belt slung over the armchair with his duffel bag smacked down in the centre. He was tired, over the bullshit that he just fought - he couldn't care less if he had to share a bed.
"Looks like they forgot a bed huh?" He joked sarcastically, stretching his limbs. The strain of his muscles was visible, undoubtably attractive. Leon carried himself enchantingly, you wanted to learn more about him as every second passed. A sigh leaves his throat whilst he sat down on the bed, continuously stretching. The shirt riding up slightly, giving you a chance to avert your eyes to the uncovered skin. His v-line was on show, the dip down soon stopped by the fabric of his cargos. The shirt he was wearing was a tight fit, letting the muscles of his biceps become visible to the naked eye and the shape of his pecs becoming more noticeable the more you looked.
At least you had a bed in the room? That was the only positive you could find from this when removing your gear off your body. Slinging it into the corner of the room alongside your bag. You both are exhausted from the long day, so you were thankful there's at least a bed to share.
"I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick..." His movements are swift, already gripping onto his shirt he reveals his back to you - throwing the shirt on the floor beforehand. Multiple scars are littered faintly around the skin but the more distinguishable thing is his muscles. Leon's toned body calls out to you as his shoulder to waist ratio is insane. A slim waist, broad shoulders, it all speaks to you. You can feel your body speaking back as you look at him a little longer than expected.
Your little fangirling sesh is over when he shuts the bathroom door behind him - you let a breath you didn't know you withheld. Well, all you could do was wait for him to finish his shower before you could have one. The pitter patter of the water hitting the shower floor is heard before it dies down - giving you a mental note that Leon was now cleaning himself. Why are you even thinking about this?
Leon lets out a sigh once the hot water hits his body. An instant relieving feeling flowing through him as he just stands there for a minute. Soaking in the greatness of water before grabbing the washcloth and shower gel nicely provided by the hotel staff. Squeezing the bottle, a dollop of soap smothers the cloth before he runs it across his body.
Humming can be heard whilst he cleanses his body, ensuring to dispose of all the sweat and dirt from their recent mission. Reflecting back on the situation, he started to feel a bit nervous having to share a bed with you tonight. You were pretty, very pretty to him. He mentally scolded himself whilst he ran the cloth down his chest - his mind returning back to you. A soft moan elicited out of his lips made his hand smack his face. Leon wasn't sure why he was feeling this way. Instinctive movements of him washing himself in motion, his fingers manoeuvring the washcloth on autopilot as his mind focused on you. He can't help but think about you some more, remembering your cute smile when you would hand him a cup of coffee at base. Or your simple gestures of making sure he was comfortable and how you reserved yourself around him made his heart skip a beat.
It had been a while since he thought about someone romantically, his job stripping him of any personal life as the thought of the multitude of viruses around the world was increasing each day. But now, deep down... he could feel an attraction to you. Leon wasn't sure if it was sexual or genuine love - it would be too soon to tell. However, this feeling was deep rooted within, his mind wanted to show you love. His heart longing for someone.
A sentiment he had not felt in a while.
Trying to calm his heart down from going into cardiac arrest, giving himself a mental pep talk - trying not to think about you too much. He shuts off the water soon after and grabs the white towel neatly folded on top of the counter cabinet. Rubbing himself dry and wrapping it around his waist - tightening it slightly. He doesn't want an accident to happen.
Your mind shuts off as you hear footsteps in the bathroom. He was out. Okay. Do you look away when he opens the door? Leon doesn't give you time to think as the door creaks open, revealing himself into the main room. His bare chest and hair still damp for show. Jesus Christ. His damped skin looks good in the dim light, as if he had displayed himself just for you. He notices you sitting tensely on the bed, his body approached you. Blue eyes instantly drifting to your body and lingering for a second before he snaps out of it.
"I needed that..." He groans out, sitting beside you. You mentally slap yourself as you snap your thoughts back to the present.
"Yeah I bet, I already had a shower before we got here so I'm alright." Your response is meek, but at least you had something to respond with.
The man next to you raises his eyebrows at you in slight surprise, he wasn't expecting you to have already taken a shower - but by the look of it, you did look super clean compared to him before. Perhaps you had it when he was getting questioned at base for the report of the mission. Leon tries to keep his eyes focused on your face and not your body. "Oh lucky you," he replied with a smirk.
"I couldn't stand all the random liquids on me, it was disgusting." A chuckle leaves you when you remember looking at yourself in the mirror. Gross... but at least you could laugh at yourself for getting in such a mess? "You were subjected to most of the mess to be honest." Leon chortled out, reminiscing on your reaction when you had novistador blood all over you.
Your conversation with him was cut short when you both recalled the situation laid opened to the two of you. One bed, two agents. It seemed childish that you couldn't think the both of you could share a bed - it was just awkward. Really awkward.
"I can take the floor if you want?" The sound of your voice cuts through the silence, Leon replayed the question in his head before shaking his head. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm not letting you sleep on this cold ass floor." His eyes averted to the hardwood floor, indicating that your question was out of order.
"You want to share the bed then?" This question to Leon was better, he really didn't mind another person next to him whilst he slept. Recalling past moments, he's slept through worse. "We're both adults here. We can share the bed, it won't be bad." A calm response from the agent. What more could you expect?
Your reluctant nod allows him to get back up to look through the wardrobe in the hotel room. A couple extra blankets stored alongside some pyjamas that the workforce provided for both of you. You two were granted a pair of sweatpants and black top - your eyes brightened up, realising you weren't having to sleep in fresh gear wear.
"I'll go in the bathroom to change, you can change here." An authoritative tone left him, not giving you a chance to speak back before he returned back into the bathroom. Scurrying over to the open wardrobe, you hand picked your pyjamas - undressing yourself from the imprisonment of your current clothes to something a lot more baggy and comfortable. A sigh let loose from you, your body mindlessly walking over to the bed and plopping down on the edge. The mattress aiding in soothing your back from the hellish ride you attuned escaping the island.
A yawn seeped through your lips, hazily looking at your phone screen at the time, 01:24... It really was time to rest. Though, the thought of Leon couldn't leave your mind. He plagued your brain - a part of you didn't complain.
A sound of a door creaking open embarked into your ears, Leon had changed into his nightclothes. The tank top fit snugly on his body however, the pair of sweatpants seemed a little baggy. Clearly a little too big for him since they were hanging dangerously low on his hips. He was plain exhausted. His limbs gradually moved him to the bed that you two were about to share. Sinking his body into the mattress as the sheets hugged his frame.
Minutes passed, a silence rose in the room. Leon's back laid restfully whilst scrolling through countless media apps to pass the time. His mind wandering back to you. The heat emanating his body contradicted with the cold expression on his face. Why was he so hard to read? You couldn't tell if he was even comfortable with the idea of sharing a bed with you. Your body laid on it's side, staring at him brazenly. Forgetting that your eyes were peering at his body, Leon's gaze averted to you - an eyebrow raised on his face.
"You alright?" His question caught you off guard; no you weren't okay. Not when he was so close to you, the faint smell of him seeping into your senses. You genuinely couldn't be okay in this situation.
"Mhm, m'alright. Just tired." Leon's eyes glanced at you and his eyes shamelessly roamed over your body before he forced himself to look back down at the device in his hand. 'What the hell are you doing?' The question rung in his mind over and over again as he thought about you. There was no denying the fact that he found you incredibly attractive - but for you to be his work partner... It was unprofessional for such thoughts to occur in his mind. Shakily putting down the phone in his grasp he spoke. "You should get some rest, it's getting late."
Like rest was an option. Turning your head towards him, a twinge of irritation was mixed in with your voice. "I know, it's just.. it's hard to sleep right now." The idea of you and him so close was making your head foggy, especially now since he rolled onto his side - discarding his phone on the bedside table. He now faced you, noticing the tone of your voice. Was there something bothering you?
"Why's it hard?" It was starting to click in Leon's head that them sharing a bed may have made you nervous. Scared perhaps. Analysing your expression, he was observant in your body language. A hint of worry trespassed his vision whilst he watched you silently - waiting for you to continue. His head in his hand, inaudibly taking notice of how pretty you look. Completely captivated from your features, he shook his head to clear his mind.
"We're sharing a bed, now I know there's nothing between us but it's just... weird? No offence! Like you're not weird you know that I just-" Realising you were rambling, a heavy sigh left your lips. It was hard trying to compose yourself, particularly because Leon was looking at you. He didn't look confused nor grossed out.. just enamoured. Lovesick eyes boring into yours when he heard you ramble for a moment.
A slight chuckle was brought out from him when you mentioned the closeness between the two of you, a small idea crossed his mind about how your body was mere inches away from his. He swallowed before speaking. "None taken, I get it. Sharing a bed can be kinda intimate huh?" He found it rather cute that you were so antsy. "But I'm glad we have a bed..."
Leon was right, you convinced yourself nothing was weird - staring at the cream coloured ceiling. A light huff was let out of Leon's nose. "Just try and relax," he mumbled, unsure on how to comfort you. Watching you snuggle under the covers, a slight smile spread across his face.
"Cute."
Leon surprised himself that he mumbled it out loud, his body tensing from the fear that reigned his body. Mentally face palming himself, rapidly looking away from you. Reprimanding himself for being so stupid to let it slip out.
After a moment, a lower voice was heard from him. "I mean- Ugh, sorry I didn't mean to make this so awkward." Shifting himself further from you, feeling ashamed of himself - you stop him from almost falling off the bed. "No no, it's fine!" Your efforts of comforting him didn't help him as it was clear he was still embarrassed. Leon's mind kept recalling the scene, shouldered with how attractive you were.
"I meant it." He stated. Leon had no clue where this confidence in him was coming from, but he hoped it wouldn't run out any time soon. The look on your face made him feel less nervous. A shocked expression plastered all over you - stuttering not knowing what to say. He found you to be the prettiest woman he had ever seen, the kindest too. Looking back at it all, he registered all along he had a little thing for you. You respected him, valued his need for privacy and want to be unjudged. Not many knew of his situation and Leon's involvement in Raccoon City. You didn't even know, you never pried.
Shamelessly, a fat smile shone on your face. Leon's expression softened as he found himself in awe. His body itched, craving your touch. Your love. This renowned love blossomed within him.
"You're cute too." That one sentence could make his heart stop if he really went into deep thought about it. Leon never really found himself to be that attractive, yeah his muscles were good in some aspect in his eyes. He did train well, he gave himself that. After all, he was the one many depended on to save the abundance of sick problems this once calm world faced.
Another silence was shared between the two of you - not one of awkwardness but one of solace. Leon didn't feel distressed, he felt calm. You brought out a side of him which he believed was gone. The side being the young man who wasn't scared of the future. A time where he was happy within himself and oblivious. All he could picture was you. You and him happily being each other's bridge.
Each other's home.
"I'm glad we got that out of the way." A breathless voice cut you both out of your trances. Leon flickering his view on you. Your face, those beautiful eyes staring into his own. The soft lips of yours calling out to him. Your bare neck, a blank canvas for his kisses and bites. His eyes then averted to the base of your neck, your chest covered by the black shirt you wore. Feeling his stare, the burning sensation in your cheeks rose. "What... what now?" The scary question was imprinted in your mind. It was obvious you both had a thing for each other, yet what were you going to do about it? Perhaps a relationship could happen between the both of you; would you both just stay work partners?
"Can I.. can I hold you?" Vulnerability was present in Leon's voice. He craved to touch your skin, his fingers twitching slightly from the excitement. Touch starved. That was the true definition of Leon's love life right now. He hadn't involved himself in relationship matters for years and now that the chance popped up with you, he would take what he could get.
You didn't even say yes, your body spoke for you. Wrapping your arms around his chest - you could feel his heartbeat. Rapid pumps thudded into your ear. Strong arms hugged you back clearly stating silently that Leon couldn't let you go. You'd be surprised if his shirt didn't have an imprint of your face since you were so close against him. Breaking free slightly, your head popped up - looking up at him. You were presented with his Adam's apple, slowly bobbing up and down as he swallowed looking down at you. The rough bump alluring you in whilst your hazy eyes lingered on the skin of his neck. Moles sparsely speckled all over his skin. God had crafted Leon himself, you were sure of it.
Moreover, the heat from his body lingered around you. Creating an invisible fortress of affection and love as both of you stared at each other.
A shaky hand pressed against the skin of your cheek, calloused pads caressing you. "You're so pretty." Leon mumbled, shifting a bit. Your touch to him granted him a sense of warmth, he even leaned into it a little - subconsciously seeking comfort. You brought out the 'weak' side of him, it felt nice for him to let down his guard and be himself around you. He let out a pleased hum as he cuddled you, the hold over you was tight. To you, it seemed like he was starved for physical contact and was finally getting the human touch he deserved.
What happened next was a blur, to both of you anyway. The stare-off between his blue eyes and your own turned into your faces being so close together; guaranteed to kiss. An eskimo kiss shared with him, the tips of both your noses touching. Lips hovering over his, your whisper snaps him out of his daze. "Thank you..." Your gratitude granted you a chuckle from Leon but his mind seemed to be elsewhere.
Leon continued to stare at you but to pinpoint, he was eying at your lips. They looked so soft, the mere sight of them making his heart race more. He swallowed hard, his mind clouded with the vision of kissing you. An overwhelming sense of desire passing through him - it was need. But at the same time, he knew he couldn't just go in for a kiss; not without consent. Yet he craved to feel his lips against yours.
"Can I kiss you?" His mumbled whisper echoed through your ears. Were you hearing him correctly?
Kiss? You?
Besides, it's not like you were going to straight out reject him. That wasn't even possible in this situation with him; pressed so close against you that you could feel his rock hard boner pressing against your thigh. A nimble nod from you responding to his question was all he needed.
Leon's lips are soft, softer than you would expect. Sweet little kisses are shared, melting you into him. His hands now run down your back, rubbing your skin through the cotton shirt. He hums, tilting your head slightly back to get a better angle. It feels messy as saliva is shared between the two of you. A soft whine escaping you when Leon breaks away. Reining you back in, he gives you another kiss. Pure passion and love interweaved in it.
Kisses soon turn into touches as your fingers manoeuvre around his torso, slowly digging your fingers into him - eliciting a groan out his mouth. His touch on you becomes possessive, kneading your skin in his hands. Leon holds you close and after a few minutes, you find yourself on his lap. His hands automatically went to your hips, gripping you tight as his eyes locked onto yours. Those blue eyes of his roamed your body shamelessly whilst he held you against him, taking in the view of your straddling his hips.
You could feel the hard-on beneath you, begging for some friction. Subconsciously, your hips start to rock slightly, Leon takes full control as he guides you. There was no way he could stop right now, not with how his body was aching so badly and having you on his lap like this. "Can we take this slow? We're both... really tired." A yawn escapes you mid sentence, you can feel yourself getting tired and wet.
"Yeah, we can take this slow. Anything you want love." The nickname shoots desire right into your veins, the rasp in his voice concocted with a tired sigh as he watches you grind on him is heavenly. Shuddering from his touch, Leon brings you down to lay on him - adjusting you on his lap. Your foreheads touch, all you can see is love in his eyes. Leon's fingers tug on your shirt, a breathless chuckle leaving him before he asks the question. "Can I take this off?" He can't help but want to see you, feel you - caress the smoothness of your skin on the pads of his fingers. Hearing you say the word "yes" made his hands work in a fast fashion as your torso was soon left bare.
"So beautiful..." He sat you back up, feeling your flesh mould in-between his fingers. Leon ached for you, he wanted to have more energy to give you the proper fucking you deserved. However, the past mission and the strain it had on both of your bodies exempted him from treating you the way he wanted. So he had to settle for soft, gentle sex. Just like you wanted.
Rapid breathing contradicted the mellow touches shared between you both, your hips continuously rocking slowly before he lifts you up slightly - removing the same sweatpants that were already dangerously low. You're face to face with his boxers, a clear wet patch showcasing the pre-cum that leaked out of his tip.
"See what you do to me?" Leon groaned out, palming himself slowly - your eyes following his every movement. He was enchanting nonetheless, alluring you in with every pump he did to himself. Leon's mind was fogged with you, the view of you turning every cell in his brain insane. He seriously couldn't get enough of your watchful eyes scanning his hand; viewing the pornographic sight in front of you.
Although once again he did think to make this the best sex he's had in a while, it was obvious you both were too tired to even do anything remotely crazy that night. So plain ole cowgirl it is.
Quick work was made for your sweatpants as they were easily tossed to the floor, your panties being the the second piece of protection between you and Leon's boxers straining his dick in place. His hands guided you still, the subtle movements rocking back on forth bringing both of you a sense of release you both needed. Silken kisses bringing out a wave of passion. Playing with the band of his boxers - a dark look appeared in his gaze.
"Impatient?" The mere one word question could've left you astonished if you weren't so hazy from being aroused. Of course you were impatient. He was the embodiment of seduction. "Well, yeah." A laugh escaped both Leon and you, your eyes boring into his.
"Shouldn't keep you waiting should I?"
Sliding your panties to the side; pulling his boxers down, it was easy for his cock to slide in. Eliciting a deep moan from the both of you as kisses were shared once again. Leon couldn't believe how good you felt, he already felt pussy drunk. The two of you shared tired eyes and low whimpers whilst your hips rocked back and forth.
"You're so pretty..." Leon mumbled out, dazed out of his mind looking at how your body synchronised with his. The way his dick was slipping in and out of you, pressing into that sweet spot of yours. How were you so pretty? And how did you already make such a mess? Glancing down, his eyes followed to the feeling of wetness coating the base of his cock - your inner thighs glistening from how wet you were. Completely mesmerised, Leon looked up at you with pure love and lust.
You couldn't talk, not when all your throat could conjure was the moans and low screams as his hips started to jerk up slightly - thrusting himself further in you. Holding onto the bedframe keeping you both afloat, your mumbles tried to alert him from the upcoming orgasm reaching you. "Mmph... L-Leon, I..." was all you could muster. It was the only coherent thing he could understand before feeling you tighten up.
"That's it baby, keep going." The softness in his voice juxtaposed the way his hips were snapping up and down, Leon couldn't help it. Your pussy felt too good wrapped around him. He had to put in the last of his energy to making you feel good at least. Lazily, his hand slowly reached your clothed clit - his fingers slowly rubbing the fabric of your panties. The perfect amount of friction to make your bundle of nerves become overstimulated whilst being stuffed full.
Your tired eyes locked with his, feeling yourself getting closer to seventh heaven. A small smirk plastered on Leon's face, watching you breathlessly whilst his dick twitched too.
"Gotta pull out..." He murmured, his fingers making you reach the pinnacle of your orgasm. "L-Leon!" All you could do was shudder on-top of him, feeling the remaining energy in you seep out alongside your orgasm. Collapsing onto him, Leon subtly slipped himself out, painting your clit and lower stomach with his cum. A low hum leaving him as he kissed the nape of your neck. "You did so well."
Panting heavily, your moan responded to his words. Chuckling to himself, Leon held you close whilst sitting up. Grabbing a few tissues in the box to wipe your tummy.
"Come on, let's get cleaned up."
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Blues, Baby.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Breeding kink, kidnapping, smut
Request: Breeding kink smut pleaseeee (Spencer wanting to get reader pregnant)
Summary: Spencer is angry at you after you made a silly mistake on the field. He comes to you to reconcile, but ends up doing that and more.
It had been a long week.
The case had been difficult, you had been taken by the unsub, and on top of that, you and Spencer had had an argument. You had been together for 4 years, you rarely argued in all that time, but when you did it was brutal.Â
The argument happened after he had saved you. It was your fault, admittedly you were too eager to catch this guy, you could say that now. He had taken over 34 girls in the last 20 years, from all over the states. He had been a copycat of Israel Keyes, stashing kill kits in the same, or as close as he could to, locations as him. It was shocking that it hadnât been caught years ago. It hit you hard, and you were determined to catch this guy. So, you had rushed in without backup, getting yourself caught in the process. Though your capture was short- Which gave way to Spencerâs fury at your actions
âWhat the HELL were you thinking?â You had just finished up being checked over by the medics, sitting on the back of the ambulance, when Spencer rushed over to you. He is the one who took down the unsub, taking him in before he spoke to you. His reaction caught you off guard, and then made you scowl.
âWhat are you talking about?â He was standing in front of you now, arms crossed. His eyes were boring into yours. He huffed out a frustrated chuckle
âWhat am I talking about? I'm talking about you rushing in there, without backup, and nearly getting yourself killed in the process!â He waved his arms as he spoke, as he usually did when frustrated. Shaking your head, you stood and stepped closer to him, eyes never leaving him.
âI am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Spencer. You know this. What is wrong with you?â You were confused why he was so angry with you, you were the one who had just been kidnapped, he should be holding you and soothing you, not shouting at you in front of your team and the locals.Â
âObviously not when you make stupid decisions like this! Did you even think about the consequences?â
âThe consequence if I hadnât gone in was another dead girl!â
âBut you didnât have to try and replace her! God, I knew I should've gone with you!â
âWhat, you think you need to babysit me, Spencer?â You scoff, folding your arms âYouâre my boyfriend, not my dad.â
âYou know what, maybe you do need a babysitter if youâre going to continue making rookie mistakes like this, you know youâre better than thisâÂ
Your eyes had never left each other, staring each other down- Waiting for the other to back down. Bored of this, you rolled your eyes and dropped your arms from your chest. Removing the blanket from your shoulders, you move to walk away when he grabs your arm, tight enough to stop you, but not enough to hurt.
âWhere the hell are you going?â His free hand picked up the blanket and he began to drape it over your shoulders once more âYou need this for shock. Why wonât you take care of yourself?â It was obvious his anger was rooted in concern, but you didnât want to confront that right now. Already fuming at his actions, you had no time for his niceties right now.
âJust- Leave me alone. I donât need you shouting at me right now.â Shaking free from his grasp, you stomped away from him and towards one of the team's SUVs. He shouted something after you, and you heard a loud bang as he hit the ambulance in frustration, but you ignored it.
Since then, the two of you had barely spoken since. Spencer sat with Derek, and you sat with Emily both on opposite sides of the Jet. The team sensed some tension, having witnessed the argument, but no one pressed you. Then, there was a silent car ride back to your shared apartment. You moved into his place 9 months ago now, Spencer had suggested it after your lease had ended, explaining how it was logical to move in together now and save money- he said he wanted to marry you someday and that this was a good start.Â
That seemed a silly thought at the minute, though.
The silence continued until dinner. He was in the shower whilst you prepped what you could from your fridge, it was too late to go to the grocery store and you had been away a few days, so it wasnât much. You were so deep in your own thoughts you didnât hear the shower stop, or Spencer enter the kitchen. He had stood, watching you silently for a moment as you chopped something, before he moved to slide his hands to hold your waist, snaking them to hold you as he rested his head on your shoulder. Momentarily, you tensed, but soon melted into him. He felt warm and safe, and you had needed this after your capture.
âI'm sorryâŠâ He mumbled into your hair as he squeezed you. You dropped the knife you were holding and brought your hand up to his damp hair, scratching his scalp lightly.
âI'm sorry too, babyâŠâ You mumbled, he moved and turned you to look at him. His eyes were sad, brow furrowed with concern.
"I just... I don't want to loose you, okay?"
"You won't, baby. I'm here." You snaked your arms around his neck and placed your forehead against his.
"Today just... It made me realise we shouldn't wait for things. I was so worried that... That we wouldn't be able to do all the things we planned... That we'd never get married, have kids... I just... I don't want to miss out on that with you. I love you too much." His eyes were closed as he made his confession. Sighing you softly nodded your head against his.
"Then... Why are we waiting?" You asked, voice small as his eyes flicker open, meeting yours once more. T5here is stillness in the air as he stares at you. "Let's have a baby..."
He wasted no time in dipping to kiss you. His lips melting softly into yours as an apology. Smiling into the kiss, you hummed contentedly as he pulled you closer, and you brought your hands up once more to play with his curls.Â
The kiss began to become more desperate when you lightly tugged at his hair, causing him to groan into your lips. You smirked as his grip on your hips tightened and his tongue slipped past your lips. The kiss deepened into a battle for dominance between you, lips fighting one another to be the winner. Slowly, Spencer backed you against a clear counter, surprising you when your back hit the cold marble. Your yelp made Spencer smirk as he finally pulled away from you. He had caged you between him and the counter, arms tasting either side. He admired his work, your flushed skin, wide eyes, pupils blown out with lust. You were panting for air through your swollen lips and he could feel all his blood rushing to one single point. All his frustration from before turned to need. Need to show you how much he cares, how much he loves you, how you were his, and his alone. His lips soon darted to your neck, kissing and sucking his way down to your collarbone. You whined under his touch, feeling his growing cock rub against you. It made you squirm in anticipation, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every touch.
âSpenceâŠâ You gasp as his fingers begin to dip under your waist band. He leaned back, watching you as he began to guide his fingers through your folds, gathering your slick and occasionally skimming over your clit teasingly. You were an utter mess for him, and he loved it. He observed you for a moment, simply watching your reactions to his touch, your moans and curses under your breath, the way you held onto his arm, the pout you gave him when he dodged your kiss, smirking at you as he just watched and touched.
âI amso sorry about what happened before, baby⊠I just didnât want to lose youâ His voice was soft but had an edge of authority that made you clench around nothing. His eyes never left yours as he spoke, just like earlier âBecause youâre mine, arenât you? You belong to me, donât you?â He continued his agonizingly slow strokes as he spoke, you whined and nodded in response. He simply tutted and shook his head
âUse your words, darling.â
âI-Iâm yours, Spencer.â You managed to whisper, voice shaky from the frustrated pleasure you were receiving. Spencer smiled proudly, and sped up slightly, causing you to moan loudly.
âHmm⊠I think we need to do something to show everyone else who you belong toâŠâ His voice was teasing. The free hand that caged you lifted to your face, landing softly on your cheek. His other hand continued to work at a steady pace, enough to make you needy, but not enough to push you over the edge anytime soon. He loved to torture you like this, teasing you for hours and not letting you cum. He loved feeling the control over you. Your eyes opened and met his confusion hidden in them. He found it, and found it amusing. He leaned closer into you, his free hand moving to tuck your hair behind your ear before he firmly held the back of your hair. Whispering softly
âI'm gonna put a baby in you, hm? Show everyone who you really belong to, who gets to cum inside you?âÂ
As he finished speaking, he plunged two fingers inside of your pussy. A loud moan escaped your lips as he pulled your head back to look at him. He had sped up now, fingering you with a cocky smirk. He may be shy in the real world, but behind closed doors, he undoubtedly enjoyed his power over you. His words shocked you at first, but he didnât miss the way you clenched around his fingers as he fucked you with them. He knew youâd do whatever he wanted to, but this was pushing the limits.
Usually, no matter the scenario, you and Spencer had sex with a condom. You had gone off of birth control, the effects had been killer for you. Spencer, being the loving boyfriend he is, had supported you through this, and your sex life had adjusted with no problem. He used condoms, and the rare occasion you would do it without one, heâd take you for the morning after pill, but now? Now, he wanted to prove a point.Â
It wasnât just about where he came, it was about showing everyone who you belonged to. Who cared for you, who protected you, who you came home to every night.
âWhat do you say baby? Do you want me to fuck you till everyone knows who you belong to?â Another devious whisper in your ear. You eagerly nodded, Spencer wasted no time in removing his hand from inside you and pulling your pants down your thighs. He roughly turned you around and bent you over the counter, holding both your wrists behind your back. He stepped back, admiring how you looked from behind. You could feel his free hand tracing your skin before feeling a sharp smack to your ass. The pain made you hiss out a moan, you missed Spencer pulling down his sweatpants.
It shocked you momentarily when you felt the tip of his cock move between your folds, teasing your clit as he covered his shaft in your slick. The anticipation of him entering you was killing you, and you bucked your hips against him.
âEager, are we? You want me to cum inside you that bad?â The edge of teasing was still present in his voice as he held you down. All you could do was whine and squirm under him, waiting for him to enter you. He chuckled before he pushed himself inside of you, groaning as your tight walls stretched around him.
âFuckâŠâ He muttered as he watched you moan once more. He loved seeing you so submissive under him. He barely waited for you to adjust until he started fucking into you at a rough pace.
Each stroke was bliss, pain turned to pleasure quickly as he relentlessly bottomed out over and over again. He let your wrists go as he held your hips, holding them firmly in place. YOu gripped the edge of the counter tightly in an effort to keep upright.
Spencer watched how he disappeared inside you, moaning as he felt you begin to tighten around him
âAwe, you gonna cum for me, baby? Is that how excited you are for me to cum?â He panted into your ear, you nodded quickly, nearly drooling from the pleasure Spencer was giving you. You let out a loud whine when Spencers hand reached between you both and began to play with your clit.
âIm- Im gonna-â You tried to pant out words that dissipated into moans, Spencer soothed you momentarily before quickening his pace.
âCum for me, baby. I'm close too, gonna make you a mommy⊠Gonna fill you up so much.â He was struggling to speak properly now, his strokes were becoming more and more aggressive as he reached his own peak. His words were enough to push you over, with a loud cry you came around his cock, clenching around him as your legs began to shake. You whined his name out, as he groaned again, this time with one last big stroke.
You felt him cum inside you, his cum painting your insides white. As he came, he fucked back into you a few more times sloppily, before leaning forward to kiss your back lightly. When he finally pulled out, your legs almost gave way, your grip on the counter keeping you steady. Spencer huffed a small laugh as he observed you, his eyes moved down to the glistening mess between your legs, he saw his cum beginning to leak out of you. He moved forward once more, steading you with one hand, whilst the other moved between your legs once again, gathering his cum and pushing it back into you, once more fucking you with his fingers. Another loud moan escaped your lips as he did this. You moved your head to the side to look at him, only to be met with a cock grin as he leaned forwardÂ
âJust one moreâ He breathed, you were still coming down from your last high, so it didnât take much for you to cum around his fingers once more. Once he was happy, he pulled up your pants, keeping his cum from dripping out of you. He carried you to your shared bedroom before dressing you in your pajamas, careful to keep your underwear on, and joined you in bed. He held you tightly as you snuggled into his chest.
âSo⊠Can I clean myself up now?â You mumbled into his chest, giggling a little bit.
âWell, your chances of pregnancy increase the longer you keep sperm inside. Sperm can stay alive for up to 5 days in the body, but the best way to get pregnant is regular sex, usually every other night around the time youâre ovulating.â Spencer recited the random facts as casually as ever, but it made you jump slightly, you pulled back and sat up.
âWait⊠are we ready for this?â You asked timidly, unsure of his answer. Spencerâs eyes met yours and looked fearful for a moment
âWell⊠Weâve been together for 4 years⊠I thought it through, and after today especially, I just want to start my life with you as soon as possible⊠But if youâre not ready we can go get a plan B tomorrow. I guess i got carried away and just went for it We can discuss this more-â You interrupted his amble with a kiss, soft and small.When you pulled back he was confused, cocking a brow at you now.Â
âIâd love to start a family with you Spencer⊠Just, it's a bit nerve wracking.â You giggle. He flushes for a moment, hiding his face in the pillow.
âI'm sorry.â You hear, muffled by the pillow. You laugh lightly as you move him to face you again, giving him another soft kiss.
âBut seriously, We have all the time in the world to get me pregnant. I'm gonna go shower.â
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âMy Bitch Badâ
Telling the LADS Men theyâre a bad bitch. Letâs be honest they are indeed bad bitches imagine Zayne rolling his sleeves up okay getting off topic letâs get into itâŠ.
Zayne
MC: Where do you think youâre going dressed like a slut?
Zayne: Excuse me?
MC: You are so fine you know that?
Zayne: You should watch that sharp tongue of yours
MC: Itâs hard when I have a bad bitch with a compression shirt and sweats on in front of me
Zayne: A what?
MC: A bad bitch
Zayne: Iâm not a ill mannered female dog
MC: Youâre so dense sometimes
Zayne: I think we need to have a conversation about your word choice as of late donât you think?
Rafayel
MC: Look at you!
Rafayel: Iâm so good looking arenât I?
MC: Youâll be the baddest bitch at the art exhibit
Rafayel: Just the art exhibit?
MC: The baddest bitch in the world
Rafayel: Thatâs what I like to hear
MC: Give me a little twirl
Rafayel: *twirls* my ass look fat?
MC: Nice and perky let me grab it
Rafayel: No! I know Iâm magnificent but Iâm married
MC: I know
Rafayel: So get back harlot
MC: Let me squeeze it!
Rafayel: Stop it I have a wife
MC: I am your wife
Rafayel: At least buy me dinner first before you treat me like a common whore then
Xavier
Xavier: Can you please let me in your kitchen?
MC: Unless there's a wanderer in there absolutely not
Xavier: Why won't you let me in there
MC: You almost blew it up making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
Xavier: That was one time
MC: No it wasn't
Xavier: Doesn't practice make perfect?
MC: Your cooking skills haven't improved in the slightest
Xavier: :(
MC: It's okay bad bitches don't have to cook
Xavier: Im a bad bitch?
MC: Yes
Xavier: ....?
MC: You're so beautiful and breathtaking that all you need to do is sit there and look pretty. Got it?
Xavier: You think I'm pretty?
Sylus
MC: Why is your ass fatter than mine
Sylus: Do you have any kind of shame when it comes to speaking to me?
MC: I did ... and then you married me
Sylus: Ah a rookie mistake
MC: Turn around
Sylus: No
MC: Come on I want a full 360 of the baddest bitch in the room
Sylus: First you say my rear end is larger than yours and now I'm a 'bad bitch' what's next?
MC: You giving me a 360 so I can admire that ass ... I'm no better than a man
Sylus: Sweetie *Ties MC up* You've been unruly lately have I been too lenient with you?
MC: And if I say yes?
Sylus: Then maybe I'll let you get a touch after I have my fun first
MC: Such a bad bitch answer
Sylus: Enough.
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€â the infamous instagram live. . . ! ââ gojo satoru ïč jujutsu kaisen.
ïč rookie mistake ïč âč being a new-gen actor had its perks. it's easy to gain a fanbase, gain recognition, and easy for your show to go viral. what's not easy, however, is privacy. someone's bound to expose..
love, âsu âș the comments are typed out like â@cuntcarti: heyyyâ for authenticity bc i am not recreating a real ig live in smau format #lazy
âhey guys! what's up?â satoru's oddly close to the camera. his nose being the most prominent feature in everyone's screen.
he's been on tour for jujutsu kaisen's new movie and it's been far too hectic. if it weren't for the luxurious hotel's service, he would've died in between schedule. the hours the crew were allowed to slumber slowly decreased: from eight to five to three to twenty-five minutes â just unnecessarily busy.
aside from experiencing the dark side to being an actor, he enjoys the fame. the attention that comes with it is nothing compared to the lightheaded feelings he feels everytime it's 8pm. being a crazed attention seeker is the main reason why he's live when he really, really should be asleep.
@satonuts: tilt the phone down lets see whats there
@daily-jjk: back up a little..
@nanamiroleplay: how's it been?
@tojiggle: drop the pants
âgod forbid a man gets close to his screen,â he jokingly grumbles, shifting his position to laying down on his pillow.
now the view's better: his arm's stretched upwards to allow half of his upper body to be in frame. of course, he's shirtless. what's an attention seeker without being half naked? nothing! there's a small-sized silver chain around his neck; dare the fandom admit, it adds a special flavour... perhaps this shall be their new lockscreen.
@daily-jjk: my fault king
@itasaki: i love you <3 i told my father about us <3
@tojiggle: drop the pants
@crazygetofan: is geto around?
reading the last comment, satoru does the lick -lips-and-bite-lower-lip combination.
âyeah, but he's in the showerââ he pauses and furrows his eyebrows, âno, i'm not gonna show you butt-naked suguru.â
@crazygetofan: worth a shot bye
@stsgshipper25: its bc he's hiding his bf!!
@fushigurosbitch: @stsgshipper25 wym im right here ??
@tojiggle: drop the pants
he doesn't respond to any comments, nor does he make any stupid comment himself. he's silently admiring himself while going through a bunch of saved filters. while satoru was too immersed in loving himself, he failed to notice suguru entering the room.
it's a win-lose situation that'll occur here. the win is obviously suguru making his entry which would mean that he'd join in satoru's live. the lose here is that he has a big mouth. suguru's mouth talks before his mind analyzes the outcome of what he'll say.
suguru walks over to the space in between his bed and satoru's, fiddling with the items on the bedside table until his hands fall on satoru's wallet. like a moth to a flame, he mindlessly opens it, counting the bills and how much it totals up to.
âdamn, satoru, you only have ninety dollars?â
âdon't out me like that, bro,â a sigh leaves satoru, âthere's a reason i have a card.â
âalright bro.â
@crazygetofan: show me my man
@jjkhateropbetter: nah dawg u broke
@tojiggle: drop the pants
@satonuts: @tojiggle QUIT IT
âanyway guys,â satoru stands up, âlet's have a mukbang.â
walking towards the television stand, satoru slams his hand on the chips, gripping it like it's the last time he'll ever have a meal. once he acquired his meal, he goes back to the bed, propping the phone with stacked pillows so he's in frame when he sits.
suguru can be seen in the background, pacing around the room in a white robe that's loosely tied. this was more than enough for the geto suguru fans that joined satoru's live for that purpose.
âwait bro,â suguru calls out to satoru but doesn't turn to him. he's occupied with rubbing moisturiser into his cheeks vigorously.
satoru hums, acknowledging his roomate. he, too, doesn't look at suguru.
âdid you get the thing for (y/n)? you've been talking about that all day.â
satoru's silent. this time he's not falling in love with himself. the chip that's halfway into his mouth falls. can he consider this to be doxxing? no way suguru just did him like that.
â...oh come on, bro.â his shoulders drop. a clear indication of disappointment.
as suguru's still has his back turned to satoru, he's unaware of his expression and thinks that his comment was meant for him to shut up about the gift/souvenir. after all, suguru has been teasing satoru about it.
âseriously? you still haven't figured out what to get your girlfriend? lame ass.â
âcan you say it any louder?!â
âYOUR GIRLâ what the fuck?â
satoru forces him silent by throwing the air conditioner's remote at him. it worked, kind of. if only it had an effect on his rapidly beating heart. he's now anxious and a tad bit afraid to look at the comments.
slowly, his eyes glance at the comments. they sure are coming in fast!
@itasaki: killing myself <3
@fuckgojo_wasdailyjjk: cant have shit on earth
@jjkhateropbetter: nah dawg u gonna get jumped
@tojiggle: don't drop the pants
@miadollypie: check out twitter link in bio for spicy stuff
@chosoballs: couldnt be my man!
@kystoru: @chosoballs thats why yo bitch dying next season
@chosoballs: ?
@fwkuna: love seeing ppl i hate miserable
@fushigurosbitch: they gonna break up next two weeks
@satonuts: guys rmbr we do not know satoru irl, be nice
@fwkuna: @satonuts ykdw ur crying on the inside
@satonuts: @fwkuna DIE
the comments are overflowing in such a speed that it overwhelms even satoru. he swallows hard, switching his eyes to suguru.
suguru's back to busying himself with his skincare routine, unaware of the damages he's done.
âfuck,â he curses in his mind, nervously laughing before he speaks up.
âoh boy, would you look at the time!â he says ever-so enthusiastically. âi'll see you guys later, sleep well, âkay?â
âhuh? why'd you end it?â the damager dealer questions, turning around to finally face satoru with a charcoal facemask on. it's good for whiteheads!
âask one more fucking questions and i'm killing us both.â
the aggressive comments makes suguru recoil. he didn't expect that â he's also confident that he did nothing of the sort to result in such violence.
âdamn, did she block you or something? i get it, i get it. i'd be mad too.â he nods, showing satoru that he understands and feels for his friend.
satoru's face twists in annoyance. the man gifts suguru a middle finger before he moves the chips onto the bedside table.
he's tired now. not in the sleepy way, though. in the âwhat am i gonna do nowâ way. nothing good comes up in mind to lessen the damage on the internet, so he falls back on the bed.
with his phone face down and an arm over his eyes, he tries his best to sleep.
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okaay, here's a longer fic about this, it was inspired by 'the hating game'. okay baaiii.
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MDNI!
The base always felt too small when Simon Riley was in the same room as you. Even with a desk separating you, his presence was suffocating, that familiar heat crawling up your neck every time his pen scratched against the paper. Two lieutenants forced to work side by sideâPriceâs brilliant idea. You hated every second of it.
And Simon wasnât making it any easier.
âMaybe if you didnât rush through the report like a rookie, it wouldnât be full of mistakes,â you muttered, eyes fixed on the stack of papers in front of you.
âI donât make mistakes,â Simon growled, his voice low, dangerous.
âYou do when youâre trying to one-up me, Riley. Itâs obvious youâre too focused on trying to be better than me rather than doing your job properly.â You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms as you stared at him sitting at the other side of the office.
âWhatâs obvious is you overthinking every damn thing,â he shot back, his gaze unwavering. The tension between you thickened as the seconds dragged on in silence.
You clenched your jaw. âIf I wasnât here, youâd screw up half the paperwork.â
He scoffed, shaking his head like you said something stupid. âYou think youâre that important?â
You leaned forward, voice dropping just enough to sound like a challenge. âI know I am.â
For a moment, Simon just stared at you, his eyes narrowing slightly, like he was trying to figure out if you actually believed the words coming out of your mouth.
You could see the muscles in his jaw tighten, his hand flexing against the edge of the desk. Thatâs one point in your favor.
And thatâs how you would spend those hours together in the officeâlocked in a battle of wills. Simon was relentless, always firing back, always pushing your buttons in ways that had your blood boiling.
But you werenât any better. You knew just how to get under his skin, how to make him scowl, make him grit his teeth in frustration.
It was almost a game at this point.
A twisted game where neither of you ever won, but neither of you ever backed down.
Sometimes, the silence between you was worse. On those days when words felt too heavy, too dangerous, youâd catch yourself stealing glances at him from across the room. Watching the way his hand gripped the pen a little too tightly. The way his shoulders tensed every time you so much as sighed.
He felt it tooâthis invisible pull, this heat that simmered just beneath the surface, waiting to boil over. You hated it. You hated him.
But that didnât stop your eyes from lingering a second too long on the way his jaw clenched when he was concentrating. Or how his voice dropped to that gravelly tone whenever he was pissed off at you, which, honestly, was most of the time.
Youâd stare at the clock, counting the hours until you could escape the office, escape him. But when the end of the day came, and you packed up your things, the idea of walking out and leaving him behind? It didnât feel as satisfying as it should.
And the worst part was, Simon was starting to notice it too. You could tell by the way his eyes followed you when you left the room, just for a beat longer than usual. Like he was waiting for something to happen.
Something that neither of you wanted to admit was inevitable.
-
One day, while grabbing coffee, you overheard a conversation near the mess hall.
âYeah, Lieutenant Riley never takes his mask off. Itâs weird, honestlyâno oneâs ever seen his face,â one of the soldiers was saying.
Another chimed in, laughing. âGuyâs is literally a ghost, I swear.â
Never takes his mask off? That couldnât be right. They were probably exaggerating.
But as you walked back to the office, you thought about it. Simon always had his mask off when you were working together. His face was just⊠there. Bare. Frustratingly close. You had memorized the angles of his face, the way his brow furrowed in concentration, the way his mouth twisted into that infuriating smirk every time he thought he got the better of you.
And yet, apparently, no one else had seen it.
It didnât make sense.
Why would he take his mask off in front of you, of all people? You were the one person he couldnât stand.
Wouldnât he want to hide his face from you too?
The question swirled around in your mind as you entered the office. You glanced at him from across the room. There he was, mask off, eyes focused on the documents in front of him. Just like always.
You couldnât help but stare. It had become so normal, so routine, that youâd never even questioned it. But now it felt strangeâlike there was something you werenât understanding.
And for the first time, you felt that heat in your chest morph into something different. Something closer to curiosity. You hated him, sure, butâŠ
Why was he comfortable enough to show you his face?
You tried to shake it off, but as the hours ticked by, you couldnât help but wonder. Maybe you had missed something. Maybe this⊠tension between you wasnât just hatred after all.
Nope. It is. End of story.
-
If you werenât stuck in the office together, there was always a mission that forced you to team up. And this mission had been a brutal oneâhours of tension, pushing your body and mind to the brink. By the time you returned to the base, every muscle ached, and your throat felt like sandpaper. The adrenaline was still buzzing in your veins, but the exhaustion was creeping in fast.
You dropped your gear by the door, running a hand through your sweaty hair, trying to shake off the weight of it all.
Across the room, Simon was silent as always, stripping off his tactical vest without so much as a glance your way. Normally, the lack of acknowledgment would piss you off, like he was pretending you didnât exist. But today, you didnât have the energy to pick a fight. You just wanted a moment to breathe.
Just as you sat down, feeling the tension in your shoulders starting to ease, something flew through the air toward you. You blinked, catching it instinctivelyâa bottle of water.
Simon stood a few feet away, his face unreadable. He didnât say a word, just resumed his routine, as if the small gesture didnât mean anything.
But it did.
Coming from him, it felt almost significant, a crack in the cold, indifferent wall he always put up.
-
A few days later, another soldier swung by your office to drop off some paperwork, and as he handed it over, you exchanged a few lighthearted jokes. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Simon watching, his expression darkening as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed tightly over his chest.
As soon as the soldier left, Simonâs glare was unmistakable. He didnât even bother hiding it this time, the tension between you two cranking up a notch.
âYou done playing the comedian?â he asked, his voice flat but carrying a sharp edge.
You blinked, caught off guard. âExcuse me?â
Simon didnât even look up from his paperwork. âDidnât realize you needed to put on a show every time someone walked into the room.â
You scoffed, leaning back in your chair. âOh, Iâm sorry. Is being civil a crime now? Maybe you should try it sometime.â
âCivil?â He finally looked at you, his eyes narrowing. âMore like you were trying way too hard to impress him.â
You rolled your eyes. âNot everyone walks around with a permanent scowl, Riley. Some of us actually know how to interact with other human beings.â
He let out a low, sarcastic laugh, shaking his head. âYeah, âcause flirtingâs definitely the way to do that.â
Your mouth dropped open, a mix of shock and annoyance flooding you. âFlirting? Seriously? Thatâs what you think that was?â
He shrugged, his gaze flicking back to the papers in front of him. âCall it whatever you want. Just do it on your own time.â
You stared at him, once again letting his words frustrate you. âGod, youâre unbelievable.â
-
The tension in the office was high as you and Simon argued again, this time about mission details. Papers were scattered across the desk, and the air was thick with frustration.
âYou canât just disregard the protocol like that!â you snapped.
Simon leaned back, crossing his arms. âAnd you canât keep overanalyzing everything! Sometimes you just have to trust your instincts.â
âInstincts?â You shot him a look that could kill. âIs that what you call reckless decision-making? Because thatâs how people get hurt.â
He stepped closer, his expression intense. âYou think I donât care about the team?â
âRight now, it looks like youâre more focused on proving youâre some kind of hero than actually doing your job,â you said, frustration bubbling to the surface.
âOh, please! Donât act like youâre the moral authority here,â he fired back, his voice rising. âYouâre so busy trying to play it safe that youâre missing the bigger picture!â
You clenched your jaw, feeling your heart race with anger. âThe bigger picture? You mean the one where you get us all killed because you refuse to follow my plan?â
Simonâs jaw tightened, and for a moment, you both stood there, breathing heavily, the air thick with unspoken words. Then, as if a dam had broken, he surged forward, closing the distance between you.
âMaybe you need to realize that not everything goes according to plan,â he said, his voice low, intensity radiating off him. âSometimes you have to adapt on the go.â
âAnd thatâs supposed to justify your carelessness?â you shot back, your heart pounding in your chest.
âCarelessness? You think Iâm careless?â His voice was sharp, but there was something deeper there, a flicker of something that made you hesitate. âYou think youâre better than me just because you follow the rules?â
You glared at him, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks. âItâs not about being better. Itâs about being smart.â
His gaze softened for just a moment, and in that moment, everything shifted. The air between you crackled with something more than anger, something raw and undeniable.
Before you had time to process it, he reached out, his hands gripping your arms with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. He pulled you closer, closing the distance until there was barely any space left between you. Your heart raced, caught between surprise and something dangerous.
And then, without another word, his lips crashed against yours, igniting everything that had been simmering beneath the surface. The kiss was fierce and urgent, a collision of emotions that sent your mind spinning. It was as if all the frustrations and tensions of the past had fused into this single moment, pouring into the way he held you, the way he kissed you.
You responded instinctively, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as you melted into the kiss. The taste of him was intoxicating, and the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in a heated embrace, lost in a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. Everything felt right and completely wrong at the same time, but for that brief moment, nothing else mattered but the connection you shared.
When you pulled away, breathless and flushed, his hand still holding your neck, eyes dark and unreadable.
Finally, you smiled, breaking the tension. âStill hate you,â you whispered teasingly, leaning closer.
âThen youâre really going to hate how good this feels,â he shot back, his voice low, and before you could respond, he closed the distance again.
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Hiii! If its not much trouble could I request a tim Bradford and reader fic where she's really shy and sensitive, but still diligent at work and his rookie? He usually had a soft spot for her bcs he has a crush on her but she messes up a case and gets yell at by him?? Calls her a crybaby and all?? But later he comforts her and confesses? Maybe she thinks he likes lucy up until that point?? Just a lot of angst filled with pining and fluff! Thanks sm and I love your workkđ
Headrush
Tim Bradford x fem!reader
Warnings/Tags: language! (Shut up, Steve), fluff, hurt, angst
Word count: 2.523
Authors note: Oh my god, it's been so long, I'm so sorry! Thank you a lot for your request! I really liked the idea and I hope you'll like how I wrote it.
Lots of love! â€ïž
Please, as always
Enjoy!
"Shit, shit, shit!" you cursed under your breath, biting your lip as your fingers anxiously fiddled with the belt on your hips.
This was not how this case was supposed to go.
Not at all.
It was like a damn domino effect - one thing went down the hill, and so did the rest one after another.
A whole fucking shitshow.
That your suspect was lying dead on the street was just the cherry on top.
He had tried to run from you, not watching where he went. You tried to warn him, yelled that he should watch out, when a car hit him, and sent him flying over the street.
Tim stood beside you, eyes wide and mouth agape, not really believing what he saw. He wasn't sure whether to yell at you, comfort you, or just get back in the car.
He gritted his teeth, hands balling into fists. He usually was softer with you, than he was with other rookies he had.
You just didn't know that he harbored feelings for you that went far beyond being your TO.
A conflicting thing, really.
"You-" he started, cutting himself off, eyes flying over the scene. The dead man on the floor, the shocked civilians all around you.
The poor woman that drove the car that hit the man.
The ambulance covered the man with a sheet, calling the coroner.
That was what snapped him.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Tim spoke up, rasing his voice as he looked down at you. "What the hell did you think?" You flinched at his tone, some of your usual shyness and sensitivity shining through.
Tim bit his cheek, so hard he almost drew blood.
He felt bad, sorry even.
To yell at you was one of the things he wanted the least, but he had no other choice if he wanted you to be successful.
At least, that's what he told himself.
"Sir, I-" you wanted to defend yourself, but he didn't let you. Once he was in that stage of rage, it was hard to see an escape through the fog.
"No, of course you did not!" he went on, the look on his face both terrifying and breaking you.
To ever think you'd stand a chance with the man yelling down at you seemed like the stupidest thing in the world suddenly.
"How could you let him get this far?" he continued to rage, seemingly not caring about the people around you that started to watch the commotion. "You should have stopped him!"
You swallowed, a bitter pill you'd forced upon yourself by letting the suspect get this far. That you'd fallen pretty badly along the way, most likely spraining your ankle, wasn't important anymore.
Who knew if he'd even seen it?
"I- I'm sorry." you breathed out, doing your best not to lose your face in front of him. The day had started bad, and it got worse the longer it went on. "I shouldn't have let him get this far."
Tim scoffed, hands fisting his belt as he looked around you. "I shouldn't have let you handle this on your own." he spoke, voice a mix of regret and spite. "I should have known better."
His words hit you like a punch to the gut.
You knew you were ready, and damn he knew it, too. Mistakes were normal, no matter how long you were doing the job already. But with your last week as a rookie rolling around, he pushed you more and more beyond your limits.
You felt tears burn in your eyes, the ugly tugging sensation in your jaw when you tried your very best to hold them back.
But Tim had already seen them.
His head tilted in disbelief, eyes widening before they narrowed.
Not a good sign.
"Are you gonna cry?" he asked, voice full of disbelief. "Are you kidding me? What are you? A fucking crybaby?"
Told you so.
You cleared your throat, cheeks burning in shame.
"No, no, of course not." you mumbled, trying to steady your voice. Tim tilted his head more, sending you a look that told you to repeat yourself. "No, I'm not crying." you repeated louder, looking up at him.
To say his behavior hurt was an understatement.
"Get in the car." he hissed, motioning at the shop. You nodded, doing as he told you without protesting.
It wouldn't have done you any good, anyway.
Moral of the story suddenly played in your head, and you couldn't help but think how right Ashe was, as you climbed into the passengers seat.
You had learned a lot about Tim the last year, yet he surprised you with how cold and harsh he was right now.
You should have never let your stupid crush get out of hand like this. Maybe to be hurt like this, to be talked down by him like that - maybe that was your moral of the story.
Like they said: Never fuck the company.
Not that you and Tim had gotten physically close somehow, but that didn't stop your mind from imagining sometimes.
You just were glad you experienced him like this before anything could have happened.
Not that you had much faith in that, anyway.
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You let out a sigh, as you finally made your way out of the station.
It had been a long day, maybe the longest of your life. After driving back you had to wait before being questioned about the incident. It went on for nearly two hours, in which they decided you weren't responsible for the suspects death.
Yes, he had run from you, but it was his own decision, and you had tried to warn him.
You body-cam proofed it.
You hadn't seen Tim since you'd gotten out of the shop, silently thankful for it.
You didn't know if you'd been able to endure another round of his scolding today without actually breaking down.
Seeing Lucy though, only pressed on your sore nerves more. Yes, you liked her as a friend, but the thought that Tim seemed head over heels for her warred with that.
Only a fool wouldn't see.
The cold night air hit your skin, effectively cooling it down and clearing your head a little. You hoped to get home and fall in bed, only waking up again when you would have forgotten this day.
But someone seemed to have other plans.
"Y/N, wait!" he called out after you, and you only then noticed that his car was still in the almost empty parking lot.
You debated whether to ignore him, act like you didn't hear, but your consciousness said otherwise. You turned around as he stopped in front of you, silently cursing yourself for being such a good person.
He seemed at a loss for words for a moment, lips parted, like he didn't expect you to actually wait. "Listen," he then started, brows furrowing slightly as his gaze drifted away for a brief second. "I didn't mean to be so harsh on you back there."
You frowned, blinking a few times in confusion. Was he a-
"I'm sorry."
You didn't know what to say, now at a loss for words yourself. "I- i'ts okay." you then said after finding your voice, biting your cheek. "You lectured me, and it's not like it wasn't justified, sir."
He gritted his teeth, you could see even in the dim streetlight.
"No, that was too harsh." he gave back, shaking his head, frown deepened. "It wasn't your fault he was hit by the car. You tried to warn him and he didn't listen."
You pushed your bottom lip forward, not sure where his sudden change in mood came from. "Look, sir-" you started, but he cut you off. "Stop that." he demanded, the frown on his face bordering on angry now.
Your lips parted in confusion, not sure what you did wrong now.
"Stop calling me sir." he said. "We both know that's needless. It's not like- I mean, you're one week away from becoming a p2. We both know you'll make it with flying colors. Call me Tim."
He was selfish, he knew it.
But if it meant he'd hear his name from your mouth even once, he'd do anything. He didn't know yet if you'd choose to stay after graduation, and he'd have to take what he got.
He was in way too deep.
You swallowed before you nodded, gaze meeting the ground. Your teeth maltreated your cheek, not sure how to react.
"I've never- I've never seen a dead person like this before." you suddenly spoke, looking back up at him. "I didn't know where my head was, and you yelled at me. I was overwhelmed."
It just bubbled out of you. Maybe the dim lighting made you bolder.
"That's not me." you continued, shaking your head. "I- I'm tidily, I always make sure to give my best, it just-" Without you noticing, tears formed in the corners of your eyes, and you gasped for air.
Tim's own eyes widened, as he realized you were about to panic.
He closed the distance, wrapping his arms around you.
It was pure instinct, every nerve in him telling him to hug you, to comfort you.
To not make him see you cry.
He couldn't.
"It's okay." he spoke softly, as your fingers fisted the material of his jacket. "It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry for yelling at you."
You couldn't help the tears from flowing, not when he held you like this, doing his best to make you feel better.
"I should have known." you sobbed, pushing the shame for crying onto his jacket aside for now. "I wasn't ready."
He shooed you, one hand carding through your hair.
He knew if someone saw you two, this would have ended badly.
But he couldn't bring himself to care.
"You are ready." he gave back. "More than ready. I've seen you out there, you always have yourself under control. You're diligent, something that not every rookie is. You may be shy, and maybe a bit sensitive, but that's something good. You know how to talk to people, you understand them. And I know this wasn't your fault. You did your absolute best, and that's exactly what I told them back there."
You swallowed, cheeks heating up at his words.
You didn't expect him to be so open and soft with you.
"You- you really think that?" you asked, sniffing as the tears slowly subsided. He chuckled softly. "God, you have no clue." he mumbled, gaze flitting over the dark parking lot.
You frowned, not sure what he meant. But before you could have asked, he continued on his own.
"I'm not good at this emotional stuff." he said with a huff. "But you are. And I'm grateful for it, I really am, because I learned to get better at it, because of you. And I'm supposed to be the TO here, not you."
You chuckled, not having expected him to learn something from you whilst training you.
"You should talk to Lucy, then." you suggested, the thought jabbing at your heart. But if he wanted her, he'd be prepared for the emotional talk now, then.
Tim frowned, looking down at you with confusion. He gently pushed you away enough to look in your eyes.
"What do you mean?" he wanted to know, trying to make out what you were telling him. Your cheeks heated up, but you knew there was no turning back now.
Might as well reap what you've sown by digging into his personal life.
"I mean that you can tell her how you feel if you're better at emotional stuff now." you explained, doing your best to look encouraging. He scoffed a laugh, nose crinkling slightly. "Wait, you think I-" he started, but cut himself off with another laugh.
You frowned, suddenly feeling uncertain. "Yes, I mean-" you wanted to explain yourself, but he cut you off, hands on your arms as he leaned a bit down to look into your eyes. "No." he said firmly, a grin on his lips. "I'm not in love with Lucy."
The thought almost seemed absurd to him.
Why would he want Lucy when you were here, standing right in front of him?
Your frown deepened, thoughts running a million miles a minute. "Wait, you're not?" you asked, voice carrying a hint of disbelief and maybe relief. He laughed under his breath, shaking his head. "No." he confirmed. "I'm not."
Silence hung between you like a heavy fog, only broken by a huff leaving your lips. "Well, I'm not as good at reading people as I thought I am." you mumbled, biting your cheek.
He shrugged as if to say I noticed. "If you were you would have known I don't want Lucy." he said, empathizing her name.
You cocked a brow, looking up at him again. "What do you mean?"
He sent you a smile that sent your heart into a frenzy, and for a moment, you thought you'd have a headrush. "I mean," he began, eyes wandering over your face. "That I can't wait for you to be a p2."
You felt dumb.
"Tim-" you started, but cut yourself off, as realization suddenly hit you like a freight train. "Wait, what?"
He chuckled, a sound that seared its way into your brain the first time you'd heard it. "Yes." he confirmed. "I don't want Lucy, because I already want you, Y/N."
It felt like the night sky had decided to let all it's lucky stars rain down on you at once.
A mix of emotions rushed through you, and you felt like you'd actually have a headrush.
"What- How?" you stammered, words escaping your brain. "I- I mean, why me? Why not her?"
Tim cocked a brow at your words. He knew you'd say something like that, a clear sign of how well he knew you by now. "Because you're you." he said. "Because you care. You're smart, funny, cute. You are a good cop, and I couldn't ask for more in a person than you already are. I don't want Lucy, because I'm not interested in her the way that I'm interested in you."
You inhaled shakily, his words like a balm to your wounded heart.
"And if you'd let me, I'd like to take you out once you're officially a p2." he added with hope shining in his bright eyes.
A smile spread your lips at his words. "I'd love to go out with you, Tim." you gave back, causing his own smile to grow.
His eyes fell to the smile on your lips, and suddenly he cared even less about the open space of the parking lot.
"Can I kiss you?" he wanted to know, eyes finding their way back to yours.
Your smile widened, and you nodded. "You can."
It was delicate the way he pressed his lips to yours, like petals of a flower. One hand snaked its way into your hair, cupping the back of your head to pull you closer. Your own hands gripped his jacket, anchoring you.
It was all you could have wished for.
And suddenly, the headrush wasn't so unpleasant anymore.
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Horrorfest: I'm Smarter Than The Devil, I'm Smarter Than the Devil! [Yandere Demon Chrollo x reader]
Title: I'm Smarter Than the Devil, I'm Smarter Than the Devil! [Yandere Demon Chrollo x Reader]
Synopsis: You should always read the rulebook before committing to a deal with the devil.
For Horrorfest request:
Hi! This is my first time sending in a prompt, so please forgive any formatting errors :) the prompt is "Reader doesn't read the fine print and accidentally sells soul to demon!Chrollo" (hxh)
Word count: 1024ish
notes: yandere, bad decisions
It isnât fair. It simply isnât fair. It is oh so, completely, wholly, utterly, entirely unfair.Â
âI didnât knowââ you start, and stop, and hate how childish you sound. Whining and petty, and this is no petty thing.Â
After all, youâve sold your soul to the devil.
Well, correction. Youâve sold your soul to a devil.Â
A devil you hadnât seen in years, and hadnât expected to see ever again. Not after the night you made the trade, a trade which had seemed simple enough at the time.Â
Everything seems simpler, doesnât it, when youâre not looking back with the unwelcome clarity of hindsight?
â
âAnd⊠all I have to do is sign your book?âÂ
How weak you must lookâhow human, how mortalâto the demon standing in front of you. The bandage heâd wound around his head when he first showed up is gone, and underneath it, imprinted on his skin, is a mark that is sure to mean nothing good.Â
Heâs not bad looking, you suppose. For a devil. Dark hair and eyes that seem to see right through you. Part of you wants to ask about the coatâdoesnât it get hot, where he comes from, with the fur collar?--but now that youâre soaking in the reality of it all, mostly youâre focused on the book in his hands.
A book that glows, a book with pages whose words swim around when you try to peek at them.Â
The demon smiles politely, with no teeth. If he were to grin, would he have fangs?Â
âAnd agree to make a trade.â
You swallow. Right. The book said you would have to make a trade with the demon you summoned. This could be anything, as long as the demon wanted it. Someone elseâs life; a precious object, usually sentimental; or well. Your stomach squirms at one of the other things the book said a demon may want, and you hope it doesnât come to that.Â
âWhat⊠do you want to trade for?â You want to smack yourself on the head the moment the words leave your lips. Giving the demon an open-ended opportunity is a rookie mistakeâand yeah, it was your first time summoning a demon, and maybe some of the online articles you found were a bit sketchy, but the guide book seemed solid enough. Given by a friend of a friend who swore his cousin used it and it worked out just fine.
The demon snorts.
âDidnât your little book tell you not to leave it up to me?â
âUm.â You shrug, feeling stupid, and human, and very, very pathetic. âYes. But I justâwell.â You turn out your pockets, empty as anything; thatâs why you summoned the demon, after all. You need your big break. A way to make money, to be successful, to finally have the lucrative career you always wanted. âI figured itâd be better if you just tell me what you want from me?â
The demonâs gaze narrows.Â
âWhat makes you think I would want something from you, little human?â He takes a step forward, and a warmth fills the air. Not a comforting warmth, but something unpleasant, like the smell of gas when you open a stove. âHow arrogant.â
Heâs going to kill you heâs going to kill you heâs going toâ
âBut there must be something you donât have,â you blurt out. âEven demons must be unhappy like we are, and want something different. Right?â Oh, itâs stupid, and unbearably human, but itâs the first thing that comes to mind. Honest, dumb thing that you are.Â
The demon parts his lipsâand then closes them abruptly. He tilts his head at you, gazing at you with a curiosity just as unpleasant as the bitter warmth around him.
âWhat an unusual thing to say,â he murmurs.
Heâs going to leave. He wonât make the deal. He might kill you, at worst. At best, youâve done all this for nothing.Â
âAll right. Iâll make a deal.â
You canât hide the surprise on your face.
âYou-you mean it?â Giddy, awful hope bubbles up inside you. âButâwhat will you trade for?â
The demon smiles primly. âSomething you canât even feel. You wonât miss it once itâs gone, I promise you.â
Your head is too full of anticipation to think about it further. The bitter air around you doesnât help, adding an almost hazy feeling to your head. Something you canât feel and wonât miss⊠maybe a talent you didnât know you had? Or one you did, but wonât miss after heâs taken it. You always did like singing, maybe heâll snap up your singing voice and shove it in his pockets. Or heâll walk away with your favorite genre of book, forgotten in your emptier head, no worse for the wear.
âDeal!â You blurt.Â
He does smile wider then, a grin. He doesnât have fangs, but that doesnât make it less unnerving.
The bookâs pages glow when he holds them out to you, and theyâre warm when he presses a quill in your hands and bids you to sign your name.
You do. Shaky, uneven. But your name, there, forever in the pages.
The book snaps shut.
You have only a brief glimpse of the demon before he disappears in a wisp of black smoke. As he vanishes, he says something, but you donât quite know what it meansâ
âChrollo.â
â
You canât feel a soul, and who knows when itâs gone? Not you, certainly. Though thereâs something jittery about the realization that youâve been walking around for years with nothing underneath your skin but your brain and bones and blood.
Did anyone else notice? Was some light gone from your eyes, never to return?
All because some demon had lifted your soul like a pickpocket. Through deception, through misdirection.Â
âDonât be so sour with me, dear.â The pet name makes your stomach roil.Â
That bitter warmth from so many years ago, the unpleasant hit that feels like itâs coming from a furnace, seems to rise up from behind you, pushing you into his arms. He still wears his coat, after all these years; an impractical looking thing, considering how hot it must be where he comes from.
How hot it must be, where youâre going.
He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.Â
âItâs not my fault you didnât read the fine print.âÂ
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ËË°âą*ââ· â [MAYDAY] â
pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader. summary: you've never seen hotchner so mad at you. but maybe it's a good thing. content warnings: power imbalance. age-gap. suggestive. most of these are more of a if you squint kind of deal. word count: 800+ a/n: not the best but i'm not gonna keep working on it whateverrrrr
You fucked up and you knew it, a terrible mistake, a rookie mistake at that. Prematurely telling a victim's family the squad had found and detained the Unsub and then having to deal with a father getting into the precinct gun in hand when it was leaked said unsub was getting released without any charges.
Containing him took all of your strength and Derek's help, but having to admit to Hotch's angry face, brows furrowed, that you were the reason that it happened... That was soul crushing. Your legs had been trembling from the moment he asked, his we'll talk later in a tone you've never heard directed at you doing nothing to help your nerves.
The ride back to the hotel after the actual Unsub was captured was a quiet one, so quiet you almost think you're off the hook. Aaron looks almost serene while driving, but you should've known better, you should've known he was just holding off.
The minute his hand gripped your wrist and followed you into your room you knew it though, he really wasn't the type to say something and not follow up on it.
"What were you thinking!?" That's probably the first time he raises his voice at you and your heart sank. What were you thinking? On how to bring some comfort to the family. So you weren't really thinking, not the way that you should have. You don't reply, it makes his eyes darken even more, as if you not trying to defend yourself made it worse. "Innocent lives were almost lost today because of your lack of professionalism!"
Lack of professionalism? Supposed to be a nicer way to tell it was because of your big mouth, but it somehow made you feel worse. You were a good agent, you did a good job. You wouldn't have been transferred there two years prior if that wasn't true. He was making you feel small, when usually working by his side made you feel like a superhero of some sort.
"I'm sorry, Hotchner, I don't know what else you want me to say." Your voice is much lower than his, your arms are crossed in front of your chest as you rub your hands on them, trying to find some sort of comfort in yourself as you dealt with the disappointment coming from the man you secretly harbored only the sweetest of feelings for.
He notices it of course, Aaron always notices the small ways your body shows what you're feeling, so his hands go through his hair and he's frustrated so he huffs loudly and he should just drop it off, he knows it, but you're his soft spot and he has to remind himself of that to avoid letting you slip up, you have too much potential to let it go to waste. "Being sorry doesn't save lives."
"I know that Iâ"
"You have to follow protocol." The way he interrupts you makes your eyes water and you know soon enough you're going to be a sobbing mess if he doesn't stop talking. You're not even a crier, so that's about to become much more humiliating if it happens in front of him. "They exist for a reason, you can't just do whatever you want, especially if it's something stâ" it is your time to interrupt him.
But with a kiss.
Your arms are dropped to your sides, your feet slightly tipped to reach his lips with yours in a act of courage, yes, but mostly despair.
He could not see you cry. Seeing you mess up so bad was enough. You couldn't let him think you couldn't handle the job, the scolding.
And that was definitely not your brightest idea, but the way he doesn't even flinch before kissing you back with much more hunger than yourself, his right hand to your throat and the left pulling your waist shows you that maybe you should've done this much earlier.
You melt into his arms and you can feel every muscle on his body tense up when your hands grab onto his waist. His lips only leave yours when he can sense your trouble breathing, but Aaron doesn't do anything else that could separate you two, his hands stay glued to you, his eyes almost hypnotized by yours as you work on catching your breath.
"You're really terrible following rules, huh?" His mockery is followed by his teeth pulling on your lower lip ever so softly, but it still earns him a quick moan from you.
"Yeah but..." You stop yourself to gather just a bit more of courage before closing in on him, your lips brushing against his face as you got closer to his ear, your voice a whisper only, as if it made your following teasing less wrong. "I'm very good at following orders."
"I'll be the judge of that."
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â â Ë Â° đ obsession
Pairing: ID!Leon x Fem!Reader
Summary: Training the rookies was a pain until he met her. His sweetest new obsession, he wouln't stop till he was buried deep inside her.
Tags: smut, fluff, age gap (not too much! i imagined leon being 37 and the reader being 23-25, so everyone is legal and consenting! Its not his age in ID but i use it only bc of the character background), p in v, eating out, riding, breeding kink, leon is obsessed!, a small housewife kink.
â» â II â· âș on repeat: exo - obsession
Notes: Got too excited and posted without proofreading it! If i missed anything, please let me know so i can correct it! Also, when will tumblr make a pastel pink theme for the dashboard? I hate that everything we have is either a sad/gloomy hipster or raging gothic theme.
From all his years working at the D.S.O, Leon was stressed pretty much all the time, never catching a break, too exhausted. That showed on the increasing wrinkles forming from his frowns, and the occasional white hair that appeared on top of his head. In his non-existent breaks, he had another thing on his belt: training the new agents.
At first, it was a pain in the ass, watching those morons do the same mistake over and over, it really made Leon think it was getting too easy to be a D.S.O agent. Some repeated the same mistakes over and over again, and because of it, Leon frequently lost his patience, soon getting known as a hardass.Â
As time went by, he began losing hope for the future of the department, until she came through. Pretty body, voice as soothing as a canary and delicious lips that called for him. And the best thing was that she was better than all of these morons, throwing down even the experienced rookies.
Since Ada, Leon didnât know what it was like to be this obsessed with a woman. He wanted to know her next step, have her by his side all the time, know how her soft skin feels underneath his rough fingertips. He dreamed of her, and caught himself checking her out more than he should. Chris always teased him in private, telling him âhis star student is making him turn back to his twentiesâ. God, they had a small age gap, but thinking about it only made his cock throb. Maybe dealing with rookies made his mind turn him back to his twenties.
'âą.ž⥠âĄÂž.âą'ïž”âżïž”âżàšâĄà§âżïž”âżïž”'âą.ž⥠âĄÂž.âą'
As their âgraduationâ got closer in time, all the new agents began training more, but none were like her. She came in first and left after all of them, always using the training gym by herself the most she could. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Leon offered private training, becoming a private tutor to her.
Instead of making things easy, it just caused him to become even more addicted to her - he now knew her thoughts, her quirks and her perspectives. As they spent more and more time together, it was clear that she found him attractive too - he knew he was still successful with women, after all (even if he was more dumped than anything). Leon had cemented in his mind that he needed her, and now he just needed to find a way to approach her.
She will be all his.
'âą.ž⥠âĄÂž.âą'ïž”âżïž”âżàšâĄà§âżïž”âżïž”'âą.ž⥠âĄÂž.âą'
One of the nights, he had to spend in his office reading and filing boring documents, Leon heard a gentle knock on his door. âCome inâ he simply answered, and to his surprise - and excitement, it was his little star. She entered his office, and her usual sparkly eyes were dull, the poor thing was too tired, working herself too much.
âWhat happened, rookie? You look exhausted. Working too much to bring me down?â Leon said with a smirk
âHa, you wish, sir.â Oh, how that term made his pants tighten. âI just came for help, I donât know. Iâve been focusing on sharpening my skills for the admission test, but I donât knowâŠâ she said unsure
âHey, donât tell the rest, but youâre the only one that I would bet on getting inâ he reassured her, standing up and taking a seat beside her in his couch âYouâre too much in your head, agentâ
âI know, I just canât turn it offâŠâ she whined, making Leon think how she would sound if he made her cum around his cockÂ
That 's it. That was Leonâs chance to get his favorite student. He put a hand on her thigh, not too close to her precious cunt and said quietly to her âItâs alright, sweetheart⊠I can help you, if you wantâ
She knew where this was going, and it turned her on more than she thought. Feigning innocence, she pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear, nodding âBut⊠How, sir?â and looked at his lips
Leon smiled, caressing her jaw âlet me fill your mind, rookie. Why donât you sit at my desk, hm?âÂ
She stood up and slowly went to his desk, sitting on it and letting her head fall to the side, as if to question him âwhatâs next?â with her body language. Leon follows her, standing between her legs and letting his hands caress the outer side of her thighs. His face lowers to her neck, his kisses and his stubble causing a warm sensation to run through her skin. A soft gasp left her lips, her hands caressing the back of his head.
Feeling him smirk against her skin, he kept placing slow and gentle kisses, adding some nibbles on the mix âThatâs what my best student needs, right? A real man to touch herâ
He lays her on his desk, pushing his papers aside, pulling her hips into his - his cock adding a nice weight to her sensitive wetness. He slowly pushed her shirt up, watching her beauty for a moment âYouâre perfect, babyâ. As he whispered the praise, her cheeks blushed more, a soft giggle leaving her lips. He finally kissed her lips and both were hungry for each other, to quench the thirst they had been accumulating after months.Â
Leon swiftly undoes her bra, not wasting any time and circling his tongue around her nipples, sucking and lightly nibbling it. Underneath him, her breath quickens, as she whines freely as he teased her. Trying to ease their ache, Leon grinds their centers together, his cock so hard that his zipper presses against his member.
Soon, he removed her pants, kissing as her skin showed - inch by inch. Again, his stubble creates goosebumps in her legs, as he worshiped her body - she deserved it, after all, he wanted to make her addicted to him and his taste. Watching her panties so drenched as they were glued to her pussy, he couldn't help but nuzzle into her bundle of nerves, causing a gentle jump on her. He kissed and licked the wet spot, as if trying to eat her up.Â
âF-fuck, please take them off, sirâ she whined, not even realizing that she kept the term. Leon, deciding that he wasnât in a teasing mood, guided the clothing down, letting his pretty star all spread on his desk - his to take, to tease, to fuck, to breed.Â
âShit, baby girl, you are so wet for your teacher⊠you wanted me to take you, right? You wanted me to go crazy and drench my face with you. huh?â He teased her as he got on his knees, aligning his face against her cunt. She was so red, puffy and wet, not even the most delicious candy could compare to her.
His tongue tasted her at first with kitten licks, causing a loud moan to rip from her mouth. âKeep quiet, sweetheart. We donât want anyone coming here and seeing you spread out like a needy slut, right?â at his comment, and as if teasing her, he finally sucked and rolled his tongue around her clit, letting his index finger circle her wet entrance. Almost as if she was distressed, she cupped her mouth with her hand, rolling her eyes back at the pleasure.Â
Pushing his finger forward, slowly, until he's entirely inside her, he kept eating her out with gusto, as if he was a starved man. Soon, what was one finger turned into two, her juices were flowing through his palm as he began to be more desperate for her - but he wouldnât stop till she let him taste her entirely. âIt feels good, doesnât it, my doll? Iâm the only man and only one for you, gonna make sure to keep this pussy satisfied till I dieâ.
His fingers and mouth worked more ferociously, pussy drunk wasnât even close to describe how he was feeling.On the other end, she had tears in her eyes as one hand didnât leave her mouth as the other one tugged his hair hard, making him moan against her drenched cunt. âS-sir, o-oh g-godâŠneed to c-cum!â she pleased, looking down at him with glazed eyes.
âDo it, baby girl, give it to meâ he ushered her, maintaining the pace till she finally coated his fingers, tongue and mouth with her essence. As her âlittle deathâ came, she felt as if fireworks erupted inside her mind - none of her exams daring to creep up on her mind.
He praised and marked her thighs as she came down from her high. The girl pulled Leon into a passionate kiss, smiling in contentment, reaching cloud 9000. Pulling away, she whispered against his lips âLet me repay you, Leon. Wanna make you feel just as goodâ
âNot today, doll.â He whispered, sitting back in his chair and pulling his pants and underwear down, patting his lap âI know how to help you even furtherâ, he said with a wicked glint in his eyes.
Like an excited bunny, she hopped off his desk and jumped into his lap, resuming her kisses on his mouth - casually descending into his jaw and neck, enjoying the pleased hums that he lets out. He palmed her ass and firmly grabbed it, giving some gentle smacks as she had his fun with him. To Leon, in all of his life, that was his happiest moment: having his pretty princess on his lap, all naked, hypnotized in kissing and feeling him up.Â
âGo ahead, baby, let me finally empty your mind and use youâ he calmly ordered her, caressing her cheeks adoringly. Soon, she positioned herself and slowly sat down on his cock, rolling her eyes back and holding into his chair behind him.Â
âS-so b-bigâŠâ she moaned, her head falling into his shoulders as the girl swallowed all of him. She was so tight, wet and perfect, Leon almost came deep in her cunt just by her inserting him. His head got dizzy for a moment, his hold on her ass tightening, as he grunted and pressed his eyes closed.Â
Dedicatedly, she began jumping up and down on his cock, their skin slapping as the woman looked directly into his eyes. If anyone saw them at that moment, they would attest that both had heart in their eyes. her tits jumped up and down in front of him, making his tongue and fingers play with them as the couple lost their minds in pleasure.
âGood job, doll⊠jumping on my cock like the good girl you are⊠itâs all for you, always for youâ he said rambling in pleasure, busying his mouth to tell her praises and roll her sensitive nipples on his tongue, as her cunt drenched his cock, causing a white ring at the base.
Holding tightly into the back of his chair, her hips worked even faster on him, making Leon moan more frequently in pleasure, slapping her ass, leaving behind his handprints on her pretty skin. His head falls back as he watches the goddess in front of him taking what's hers and milking his cock into her hungry pussy. He would make sure that she passed her admission check, so every end of shift he would breed her cunt, till she is finally all of his - the mother of his children, his pretty wife. But thatâs a talk for later.
After some minutes pass, Leon takes over and thrusts from below, making her body turn into his own ragdoll, her moans flowing freely into his mouth. Some minutes passed, and both were on the brink of their orgasm, so close to reaching their true paradise âWill you let me fill you, doll? Make your womb so full of me, gonna make you get home with me drenching on your legsâ he taunted her.
Not handling much more teasing, and his words serving as a catalyst to her peak, she nods and coats his cock with her sweet arousal, biting down on his shoulder to drown out her sounds. Her roughness and the new tight hold on his cock makes him spill into her gummy walls, emptying himself. Finally, he marked her as his. His doll, his love, his property.
Both were coming down from their highs, trying to control their breathing, letting their heartbeat slow down. He caressed her hair, kissing her cheeks and nuzzling their noses together, all smiles. âSo, did I help?â he asked jokingly.
âDidnât even know why I came hereâ she answers teasingly.
From now on, Leon would never be exhausted for the wrong reasons ever again.
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Part 6: The Mistake
part 5 | series masterlist | ao3 link
jason todd x f!reader
summary: jason flees the aftermath of your night together
tags: angst, jason toddâs usual poor self esteem issues, off screen violence
rated explicit (mdni) | wc: 1.1k
Jason is freaking the fuck out. Heâs literally just fucked up the one bright spot in his life and he has no idea how to fix this. His first mistake was beating that masked asshole up instead of quietly letting him rob the two of you. Heâs got a civilian identity for a reason and heâd blown it all to hell because he didnât like the way that fuckhead had looked at you. The way his gun had swung from Jason to you when you were struggling with the clasp of your necklace. All he had known in that moment was that there was a couple in an alleyway, a man with a gun, and a pretty pearl necklace. The only thing missing was a little boy to watch on in horror.
His second mistake was taking you home. It was a stupid, rookie mistake, the kind he hadnât made even as Robin. He had panicked at your blank stare and violent shivering, and your home had only been the next building over. Of course he had known the code to your building. Of course he had known which apartment was yours. Heâs spent enough time staring longingly through itâs window. Jason just hadnât expected your terror to abate long enough to realize just how strange the whole situation was.Â
His next mistake had been kissing you back. Scratch that, it had been blurting out the truth of his identity. Revealing to you of all people that Jason Todd is nothing more than an ill fitting suit of clothes for the Red Hood to move through the world in. Heâd been so fucking stupid. Thereâs going to be repercussions for that. Thereâs going to be repercussions for all of his mistakes. He should have known this wouldnât work, that he wasnât fashioned for any life but violence.Â
Jason curses, fingers angrily crushing the cigarette held between them. The wind is cold, cutting across the rooftop and digging its fingers under the collar of his shirt. He lets it, embracing the grounding sting of the cold. His position on the roof of the building opposite yours and has a perfect vantage point of your window. You still lie in bed, curled around the shape of his missing body. He shouldnât have kissed you. The blanket slips off your shoulder as you turn in your sleep and Jason has to swallow through a suddenly dry throat. If he closes his eyes, he can still taste you. Feel the warmth of you under him, the tight vice of you around him. Jason savours the memory of last night because itâs the only time heâs going to let it happen. He should have pushed you away because heâd known better. But you had asked, and Jason had known exactly what it felt like when your skin got too tight and you can barely think except to make that feeling stop. So he had kissed you again and been lost.Â
You start to stir, sleep weighing your limbs down. Jasonâs never seen anything more beautiful. You stretch an arm out, reaching out for something that isnât there. Â He realizes who youâre looking for a moment before you freeze. Jason canât hear you, not from up here, but he swears he hears you call his name anyway. The answering silence of your apartment must echo because it rings in his ears too. Your shoulders tense and then start shaking, arms coming to wrap around your knees. The sight sends a curl of something awful and acidic down his throat.Â
In his pocket, his phone starts to vibrate. His knuckles go white. It stops vibrating. He manages one heavy sigh before it starts buzzing again. He pulls it out but lets it go to voicemail anyway. Leaving was another mistake too, and heâs not sure heâs ready yet to face up to everything heâs done wrong.Â
âJason? Look, itâs me,â your voice wobbles and he hates the way his name sounds. â Like I know we didnât make any promises, or talk about things at all really. But I woke up and... and you werenât there.  Youâre not here.â Thereâs a heavy breath on the line. "Can youâ can you just call me back? Please? 'M not gonna beg, but can we just talk? Or, or something. Is this about the Red Hood thing? âCause Iâm not gonna tell, God who would I even tell without getting myself arrested too? Just... Jesus what the fuck Jason? Because I thoughtâ I thought we were actually friends at least. Just, what the fuck was that.âÂ
The recording ends abruptly and Jason watches you throw your phone onto the bed. This anger, this frustration feels different. More private. Thereâs already a sickness lurking in his gut, he doesnât need to add to it by intruding on this moment. He leaves that rooftop and all itâs flavours of betrayal behind him. Heâs fucked up enough in the past 24 hours to know that this would be another mistake.Â
The thing is, Jason doesnât know if this is fixable. If he is fixable. He refuses to settle you with the burdens of him because one day itâll drive you away. He knows that he wonât survive breaking you but watching you walk away one day will break him. So heâll destroy his own heart now, instead of letting the inevitable happen. He can live with setting this tender thing between you on fire if it means he gets to keep you. If heâll never have to wait for the day youâll discover the truth of him and leave with disgust in your eyes. No, better to make the break early before he becomes too addicted to your approval. So heâll swallow down the words he wants to say until he chokes on them. Heâllâ heâll make it up to you in any way he can, but this, this is the one thing he canât give you.
Jason doesnât answer your voicemail for another day. He needs every minute of that time to convince himself of what he knows needs to do. It hurts. If his heart wasnât kept artificially beating by whatever toxic sludge the Lazarus Pit was made of, heâs sure his heart would have stopped from longing at least five times over. It becomes a little easier to remember the rules and why heâs put them in place when heâs standing in a warehouse full of dead bodies and staring down the disappointed faces of his former family. Maybe he went a little overboard, let the heart sickness in him bleed out onto his fists, but these were men who were going to die anyway. Had to die or else Black Mask wouldnât get the warning about encroaching on his territory. Thereâs new stakes, keeping those under his protection safe, because now youâre one of his in so many ways. Â
Time is ticking away and the longer he leaves things unsettled, the slimmer his chances of having any part of you at all. He clears his throat and picks up the phone.
part 7
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áŽÊÊáŽÉŽÉąáŽáŽáŽÉŽáŽ | t. stark & s. strange x f!reader
Step one: Work at one of the most successful research laboratories in the country. Step two: Don't fuck it up. Step two and a half: Do not fuck it up.
content/warnings: mildly dubious consent (sooo uncharacteristic of me), degradation, power dynamics, voyeurism, shy reader, org*sm denial, v*ginal fingering word count: 2.6k a/n: im having a small fixation on our favorite witchy doctor dont worry abt it
Shitshitshit!
You chastised yourself mentally over and over again, watching the bright blue numbers tick downwards. It might make sense to get up, scramble across the lab, fling your hand around the incubator and pull the plug. Thatâs what an amateur would do, but youâre an expert and know that will do fuck all for you now. Then again, an expert would have set the goddamned temperature correctly.Â
Youâd fallen asleep at your deskâa natural consequence of several late nights collecting data (or drowning in term papers and reports). In your half-awake state, right before your head hits the table, you set the temperature twenty degrees lower than it should be. Dreamland gave no clues to the impending doom awaiting you. Instead, you dreamt of a tropical paradise. Your sunny fantasia was inevitably interrupted by the persistent beep that echoed the labs walls.
The digits keep trickling down, and you rest your head in your heads. All you can do is wait for it to hit zero. Thousands of synthetic culturesâgone. That was two months of work down the drain, and your bosses expected a very long report, printed and neatly stapled by the end of this week.Â
You were so fucking fired.
The numbers finally stop, the computer beeping tauntingly as if you needed verbal confirmation on how screwed you were. You could not even begin to imagine how you would explain this. You worked at one of the best laboratories in the world, there wasnât room for rookies errors here. Especially not when they come from supposed wannabe professionals like you (and cost millions of dollars). Your first week some larger-than-life MIT grad used the wrong inventory system and was gone by noon. You werenât any better, just some Ph.D candidate trying to boost her resume.Â
The computer stops, and in its absence you pick up on the slight tick of the clock on the desk. The red analog reads 9:57 PM. Late, but not too late for your bosses to still be around. Youâre nauseous with guilt, but you canât imagine carrying it through the night, working with nothing through the rest of week just to get canned on Friday.
No, youâd accept your fate now.
If you were lucky, youâd only have to talk to one of them.Â
You donât have a preference for either. Stark had no issue showing dissatisfaction through his words, often sternly and without grace. The good part was that he was the same way with praise, although you rarely managed to earn that. Strange on the other hand was, well, strange. You barely interacted with him, but when you did you always left the conversation not sure if he despised you or merely tolerated your presence. It changed your working attitude from focusing on the science to scrambling for perfection to gain even the faintest ounce of approval.Â
Obviously, not well enough if you were making Alaska-sized mistakes like this. Both were equally arrogant (unfortunately, well deserved) and you knew neither of them well enough to plead for your job.Â
You make your way down the dim hallway, passing the empty offices and labs. More than one mental pep talk passes through your mind. The end of the hallway held your demise, a cracked open door holding an illuminating light and a pair of voices.Â
All you could do was hope they werenât too harsh.
Beyond the wooden door, you listen to two voices argue indiscriminately.Â
âI suppose you think we should just give it away.â one says exasperatedly, and you figure this is Stark by the sarcasm laced in each syllable.
âNo,â the other sighs, âbut our shareholders will never agree to this price point.â
âThe shareholders will agree to whatever we tell them to.â
âYouâre right, to a point. Still, we need to be realistic in our expectation of returns.â
âWe havenât done all this work for realism. We did it for profit and you want to sell our hard work to the lowest bidder.â
You tapped your knuckles against the oak door, heart beating in your chest. You went through a couple of opening linesâpromises about how this would never happen again and pleas for understanding. Logically, you knew neither were likely to be granted. The voices on the other side grant you entrance that you take nervously. Inside, Stark sits at the large desk in the middle of the room. Strange stands beside him, peering over papers that you presume sparked their conversation.Â
At the sight of you, both men seem to soften their hardened expressions. Whatever nonsense flared their words a moment ago is gone, replaced by confusion by their junior researcher at their door this late. Strange glances at the timepiece on his wrist before you can say anything, scoffing and shaking his head.Â
âYes, [y/n]?â
The annoyance drips, clearly not amused by your poorly timed visit. You wring your fingers in front of your body.Â
âFirstly, sirs, I want to apologize, there was a mistake with the incubator, and the cultures were destroyed.âÂ
You wish you sounded more confident, but instead your eyes dart between the men and the floor. Your omission tumbles out in a whiny tone, waiting on every syllable for their faces to turn and tell you how stupid you were and how much you cost them in time and resources. Thatâs not how it goes, however.Â
Stark leans back in the leather desk chair, metal creaking as his arms are crossed in front of his body. He makes an annoyed face, sure, but not the angry scowl you were dreading.Â
Strangeâs reaction is even more peculiar, chuckling slightly and glancing back at Tony.
âDid the incubator make a mistake, or did you?â he says lightheartedly, a grin stretching on his face, yet the words create a swell in your throat.Â
Tony seems to find it amusing as well, watching Strange stalk towards you. He stops in the middle of the office. Youâre less than two yards away, trying not to tremble under his gaze.Â
âI did, sir, Iâm sorry. Iâll gather my things and leave.â you whispered, hanging your head in shame.Â
Your feet are on autopilot, turning for the door until Strange speaks again.
âOh, thereâs no need for that.â he chuckles. âRight, Tony?â
You turn back to see him looking towards Stark, who hums in approval. Even more confused, you watch as Strange beckons you closer, and you obey on instinct.Â
âI donât think itâs a good look for a Ph.d candidate to have a termination from such a large company on her record.â Tony coos from his chair.
âNo, not at all. That might just tarnish her future.â Strange adds.
Their eyes rake over you. Stephen beckons you forward again, and you comply once more. Clearly, they were mocking you before giving you the boot. The condescending drip in their voices leaves your skin hot with embarrassment.
âWe wouldnât want that for you, sweetheart.â Tony sits up as Strange guides you towards the desk, a large hand resting on your back.Â
âI-I donât understand.â you stammer.Â
They both share another laugh at your confusion. Stephen stands behind you once you reach the desk. He nudges you forward until your hips are flush against the edge. Thereâs still separation, but not enough that you canât sense his body right behind yours.
âIâm sure a smart girl like you knows how valuable you are to us,â Tony locks eyes with you as Strange twirls your hair in his fingers. The touch shocks you to turn back to him, only for Strange to push you back to face Tony.Â
âEveryone makes mistakes, after all.â
Your eyes widen when Stephen presses his body into yours, easily towering over you. Heavy hands trail down your jean-covered hips, hot enough to burn your skin through the denim.
âWeâre very understanding, Iâm sure we can work something out.â Stephenâs voice purrs in your ear, warm breath tickling your throat.
The glittering look in Starkâs eye is all too familiar, watching Stephenâs hands get acquainted with every inch of your form. You shudder under his touch. The blood in your veins runs cold as you catch a wink between the two menâand suddenly, you understand.
âWouldnât want your career to end before it even starts now would we?â Tony taunts.Â
Fingers tease along your side. Soon, they work their way under your shirt, grazing the skin of your midriff.Â
Any lingering uncertainty is snuffed when Stephen presses further into you. The desk digs into your hips, trapping you between it and the tall doctor.Â
âI canâtâwe canâtâthis isnâtââ
Each attempt at a full sentence fails under Tony's lustful gaze. Itâs quite enjoyable watching you fail against Stephen. Recruitment always seemed to be just the prettiest research assistants. Who could blame them for finally getting an opportunity for a taste?Â
Not to mention you did just cost them a small fortune with your little mistake. Contrary to your beliefs, though, they liked your work ethic (and you, for that matter). Letting go of such a helpful piece of eye candy simply wouldnât do. That doesnât mean that kindness is a guarantee.Â
âNo?â Tony hums. âWell, we could always let you go. We can give a shining recommendation, of course having to mention your little incompetencies.âÂ
Being blacklisted would kill you. All you wanted was to work in this field. Years of late nights and term papers down the drain was a far greater loss than a few synthetic cultures.Â
âPlease, you donât have to do that.â you plead. Behind you, Strangeâs beard scratches your throat. His hands travel further north, dancing on the hem of your bra. Goosebumps spread across your skin.
âLike I said, Iâm sure we can all come to some sort of compromise.â Stephenâs voice drops low and heavy, enveloping on your covered breasts in his right hand. He squeezes gently, tweaking your nipple through the padded fabric.
âW-what if someone finds outâplease, justââ
âOh, donât you worry, honey. We know how to be discreet.â Tony smirks.
Your eyes can never seem to leave Tonyâs, watching his smile grow as your arousal does. Itâs against your doing. Stephen completely surrounds you, touching any part of you he could reach. You gasp when the doctorâs idle hand finds your other nipple, rocking himself into you as you squirm.Â
âI think she wants to keep her job, donât you, honey?â Stephen chimes in.
You nod nervously. If this would save your career, so be it. People have slept with their bosses for less, right? And you certainly werenât blind, both men were attractive in their own rights, able to pander through a catalog of women much smarter and much more their style. It begs the question why they were doing this allâcrossing such a boundary with a goddamned graduate student.Â
âOh no, honey, weâll need to hear you say it.âÂ
You barely blink, nor breath, all brain power zeroing in on Strangeâs heat pressed into you. Tony raises an impatient eyebrow and you manage to answer out of the need to appease him and keep your job.Â
âYes, Iâll do whatever you want.â
The second the words leave you, Stephenâs hand disappears from your shirt to push you over the desk. You wouldâve face planted straight into it had his palms not wrapped tightly around each of your wrists, yanking your arms. You try to sit up, uncomfortably pressed between Stephen Itchy wool suit pants and the wooden desk. Tony gleams down at you as the doctor keeps a firm hand splayed across your back, his right hand reaching around for the zipper of your jeans.Â
In the next moment, you feel cool air bend around your bare legs. Before you can have anything even remotely resembling second thoughts, your lace panties are quickly pulled to your ankles as well. Warmth flushes across your cheeks, feeling Stephenâs hungry eyes and fingers on your exposed cuntâall while Tonyâs eyes stay locked onto you, smile growing wider as your shame does.Â
That became harder the second rough hands grab the supple flesh of your ass before a teasing finger slid across wet folds. You squirmed against Stephenâs hold on your wrists, trying desperately to look anywhere but at your boss as you bit back a soft gasp.
âI think our pretty little assistant is feeling a bit shy, Stephen.â Tony declares, reaching out to caress the side of your face not pressed into the surface. It sends butterflies up your spine at how gently he draws tight circles on the skin of your cheek, humming in satisfaction from how roughly Stephen roams over your body.
âTsk, I hardly believe that, as wet as she is right now.â he murmurs, distracted by the mess you wish you werenât making.Â
You kept your lips pierced tightly between your teeth, lids squeezing shut when a long digit pushes into your aching walls. A deep groan from Strange echoes behind you. You hardly had time to eat, let alone maintain a social life. This meant it had been almost months since youâd slept with anyoneâleaving needy and aching from the simplest touch. Even if it was your boss.Â
You instinctively try to pull forward when a second finger is roughly added, and this time you canât stop the whimper as you stretch around him.
âThere it isâfeels good doesnât it? Donât be shy, honey.â Tonyâs voice sounds like smolding ice, freezing your nerves and setting your skin on fire.Â
You almost hate yourself for how good this feels, Stephen pistoning in and out of your cunt until the sounds of your arousal against his fingers flood the office walls. All while Tony strokes your face like you're made of fine china. Itâs far more than your body can handle, stomach already tightening with each pulse of the doctorâs fingers.Â
âGo ahead, honâ, tell us how much you like it.â
Your face warms. From his touch or embarrassment, youâre not sure. You stammer under the heat, trying to look anywhere but Tonyâs piercing eyes.Â
Stephenâs hand comes down strong on your exposed ass, earning a loud cry from you as you strain against his hold. It shouldnât make your head spin as much as it does.
âThat wasnât a request, answer him.â the doctor commands, gripping your wrists even tighter. When you take a second too long to muster a response, another strike falls on your opposite cheek. Your nerves are nearly disintegrated, still relishing good his finger feel stretching your cunt.
âItâitâs good, it feelsââ you cry out once more when he spanks you again, taunting you for being too quiet.Â
âIt feels really good, sir.â you say louder, nearly shouting into the wood as your legs shake.Â
Tony laughs above you, only worsening your shame. Itâs an easily forgotten feelingâStephenâs fingers curl inside you, testing each angle until he finds the one that makes you squirm. Soon enough, you forget where you are entirely, barely able to tell where your skin and theirs begin. Your high is far too close to care about the way Tony watches you, or how bruised your wrists will be after Stephenâs done with you.Â
Just as your mind starts to split into two, itâs quickly interrupted. Stephen withdraws from your soaking cunt, leaning over you to press you impossibly further into the desk, unbuckling the leather belt at his waist. You jerk your head up at the ache between your legs, meeting Tonyâs devilish smirk. Warm lips grace your ear, chuckling at your needy panting.Â
âAw, poor thing. Donât think weâd let you off that easyâyouâll need to earn it.â Stephen whispers. Â
As he sinks into you, you get the feeling this mistake will take quite some time to pay back.Â
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Hi could you do a imagine for Ruben Dias ? Maybe like a reader in uni who is sassy who uses bro and dude when talking to him and he doesnât like it
A/N sorry I changed it up a bit as I didnât think Iâve ever called someone bro in my life and it just didnât come out right when I wrote it "He's totally staring at you girl" my best friend saidÂ
"I know he's been doing it since we got here" I said
"Then why aren't you over there talking to him or making out with him I know I would be" she laughedÂ
"If he wants me he'll have to come over here I'm not doing anything" I saidÂ
She shook her head at me before going back to the guy she's been dancing with all night. I however have been sat at a table with a drink all night as I didn't really want to come to the club but my friends all dragged me out anyway so I'm just here to keep them safe. This one guy has been staring at me all night and I'm sure he's waiting for me to come over to him but it's not going to happen I'm not here to flirt with anyone so he's going to have to make the effort. It feels like a bit of a standoff but what he doesn't know is that I will never give in I will leave here without having spoken a word to him as I couldn't care less about having to shout over the music to speak to a guy in the club no matter who they are.Â
Other people would kill to be me right now and I know that but having Ruben Dias checking me out doesn't really phase me. I know exactly who he is I mean who in Manchester doesn't I just simply don't care. Football is never something I've cared about my dad never really watched it so I didn't grow up caring about it so why should I do it now. Now if it was Harry styles staring at me from across the club I would've got up and talked to him hours ago I'm not immune to the stare of a hot famous man but a footballer is a different matter. They probably have a bad reputation but I've heard far too many stories about footballers cheating or taking advantage of girls and I don't want to be part of that Ruben could be a nice guy but to me it's not worth the risk.
My peace didn't last much longer as before I knew it I felt the presence of someone moving towards me then someone sat in the chair next to me. I knew exactly who it was but I still didn't look over as I'm still not giving in. I've decided that my fun tonight is going to be showing Ruben Dias he can't have every girl he sees whenever he wants which I think is a valuable lesson to learn.Â
"Hey I'm Ruben I see you've been sat here alone all night and thought you could use some company" he finally said to meÂ
"If you really thought that you would've come over here hours ago instead of staring from across the club so try again" I saidÂ
"Ok you're right I thought you were cute so I wanted to come and talk to you" he admittedÂ
"Thought huh guess I'm not as cute up close" I quippedÂ
"No thats not what I meant you are still cute up close probably even more beautiful now I can see you better" he flirtedÂ
"Thanks man" I said giving him absolutely nothingÂ
"You don't have a boyfriend do you?" He asked clearly confused by my lack of care
"Nope" I replied rookie mistakeÂ
He took that answer and ran with it. He kept talking at me trying to get something from me but I only said just enough to keep him interested but not enough to give anything away which is actually so much fun. Men can never seem to take a hint unless you spell it out for them and exploiting that is entertaining it makes my otherwise boring night that much better.Â
I can't lie Ruben was sweet he flirted with me but he didn't try and go too far, he didn't touch me, he didn't any anything inappropriate he was way more respectful than I thought he would be. His charm was really starting to win me over but I can't be sure that it's not just an act to try and get in my pants which would really upset me as I'm starting to like Ruben. There is no denying Ruben is incredibly attractive but one too many times I've let my life be ruined by hot guys I thought were nice and I'm not going to do that again. If he really wants to get with me he's going to have to prove that he's actually a nice guy and not just putting on an act.Â
Just to keep him interested I did let him in slightly because I did want to keep talking to him even if I didn't act like it. The more we spoke the more he proved me wrong with my assumption about footballers he seemed very dedicated to his job and he was definitely much more mature than most guys I've met which is a nice breath of fresh air. Part of me didn't want the night to end but the other part of me knew I needed to get out of there before I get too involved and let yet another man ruin my life for a few months. I also have classes in the morning which I shouldn't miss which was my original excuse for not coming out but that didn't get me far with my friends so hopefully it will work with Ruben.Â
"I really should leave I've got classes tomorrow" I saidÂ
"Do you need me to walk you home or I can drive I haven't been drinking so I'm good to drive" he offeredÂ
"No I'm ok I don't live far and I've not drunk enough to not know where I am thanks though" I saidÂ
"Wait before you go can I at least get your number?" He askedÂ
"Sure" I replied writing down my number on his hand with the pen I always have with me
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Since I met Ruben a few days ago he's been all I thought about when I get in bed at the end of the day. He hasn't text me yet but every day I look at my phone hoping to see a text from him. I don't know what happened to me I never wanted to get involved with a footballer in any capacity but now I'm waiting on one to text me. It's all my fault I spent some time the day after we met watching videos of Ruben play and scrolling through his instagram and then I understood how all these people fall for these guys even though I swore I never would. I so badly want to be unbothered but I can't he's sucked me in and I'm under his stupid spell which I donât really want to escape.
To take my mind off Ruben,who has probably forgotten about my existence after finding another girl who was more receptive to his advances, I decided to go to my nearest coffee shop to work on some of my essays. This place is my favourite place to work as it's quiet and there's good coffee and cakes what more can you ask for. As soon as I stepped inside the barista that is there every time I go smiled and started to get my usual order ready like she always does now she remembers what I order. Like always we caught up quickly while she made my drink before I went and sat at my usual table to start working. Just as I was about to start writing I got a text from a random number which was from Ruben. My heart skipped a beat when I realised he finally text me but then I had to chastise myself for being so desperate.Â
Ruben
Hey it's Ruben we met the other night I was wondering if you'd like to get coffee together some timeÂ
YouÂ
Hey I wouldn't mind that I'm at a coffee shop right now doing some work if you want to come by otherwise I'm not sure when I'm freeÂ
RubenÂ
What the address I'll be thereÂ
I hated myself for what I wrote but I wanted him to think that I hadn't been stalking him the last few days. He seemed to like the fact that I didn't want him or wouldn't make it easy and it's probably for the best that I keep that act up so I can work out if he's truly interested in me or not. Within a few minutes Ruben walked in and came to join me at my table in the corner, he sat across from me smiling until I shut my laptop which is when he finally said hi. He asked me if I wanted anything before he went to order himself a drink which earned me a few confused looks from the barista as to why Ruben Dias was sitting with me.Â
As soon as he came back we started talking like we did in the club but this time I let him into my world a little bit more I told him about my degree and my friends and family. He was open with me too he told me more about his career and his life outside of football. He was making to very difficult not to fall for him in an instant, I want to give in to what I'm feeling so badly but I also don't want to get hurt. The fact that he was willing to come here on a whim to talk to me more when I haven't exactly been the most friendly person ever shows me that he isn't a compete dickhead at the very least. I did confide in my best friend after I met Ruben and she told me she'd heard nothing but good things about him from other people who have met him which I was skeptical of but now I see it.Â
We had a really lovely time together and this time when Ruben asked if he could walk me home I accepted. I was a little worried he'd judge my apartment building as its not exactly the nicest but it's what I can afford while still studying. To my surprise Ruben loved the street I live on he liked that there was more character to the place and it wasn't just tall skyscrapers made with far too much glass. My flat is on the bottom floor so Ruben got to see the plants I keep just outside the windows which aren't exactly flourishing but they aren't dead either which for me is pretty good, seeing them he complimented my gardening skills and told me they looked pretty. While I was there I decided to reach in and pick a flower which I reached up to put behind his ear which made us both laugh.Â
"Thank you I'm sure I look so much prettier now" he laughedÂ
"You look gorgeous" I saidÂ
"Anyway thanks for joining me today I had a good time I'd like to see you again but you should know that I'm not looking for a fuck buddy I want to date properly" I saidÂ
"Don't worry I'm not in this just for sex I really genuinely like you and I'm willing to go at whatever pace you feel comfortable with" he saidÂ
"Thank you how about we start with a proper date somewhen" I suggestedÂ
"I'd love that I'll text you" he saidÂ
He pressed a quick kiss to my cheek before leaving to make his way back home while I stood in my doorway blushing and smiling like an idiot. Who knew playing hard to get would end so well.Â
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Sidney Crosby x Reader
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A/N: This is so cheesy and if this happened in real life, i would run away lmao. But that's what fanfics are for, right? Anyway, English isn't my first language, apologies for the mistakes!
He wants you. He observes from afar, admiring your smooth curves, your pretty smile, the hint of cleavage shown by your short dress. Your dress is perfectly appropriate for an event such as this one, but to him, itâs obscene. He just wants to rip it off you. Watching you is better than porn.
Sidney wants you so bad that he isnât even listening to his teammates trying to talk to him. He nods, not even registering the words. But then he sees him, and suddenly, he is very attentive.
The rookie walks up to you, and you greet him with a beautiful smile and a warm hug. Sidneyâs heart skips a beat. His knuckles turn white, and he is fuming inside. You donât know it yet, but youâre supposed to be his girl.
His his his
He watches as your boyfriend barely pays any attention to you, not even bothering to introduce you to his teammates. The stupid rookie doesnât even grab your arm or your hand, doesnât reach for any kind of contact between your bodies.
If you were his girl, he would have an arm snaked around you all night long and he would be so fucking proud to show you off. He would leave hickeys on your collarbones and smudge your lipstick with a kiss so everyone would know that you have a man.
The worst thing is, he had seen your boyfriend talking to a few girls after an away game. At the time, he had congratulated him on his catch, thinking he was single. Now Sidney just felt sick. He didnât really like the rookie in the first place but now, he wanted to hire a hitman on him. Or even better, change career to become a hitman.
Soon, the rookie dared going closer to talk to him. Sidney barely even acknowledges him, instead insisting on getting to know his charming âsisterâ.
âOh no, thatâs not my sister. Sheâs actually my girlfriend.â Quickly corrected the young defensemen. Sidney already knew that, of course. âReally? I could have sworn you were single.â Sidâs words are sharp, and his teammateâs smile drops.
But youâre so sweet, and so naive, so you stay standing at your boyfriendâs side like a good girl. You should be his good girl.
He directs the conversation on you, not bothering to pretend to like the rookie. He learns many things about you. First of all, youâre so goddam young, you probably werenât even in kindergarten when he got drafted. The math makes him feel old, but it also just adds to his desire.
Also, youâre so smart, and kind, and gentle and sweet. Youâve only spoken a few sentences, but he knows youâre his dream girl. No one will ever compare to you, and he hasnât even tasted you. Yet.
He thinks you wouldnât mind tasting him. He notices the flush creeping on your neck and cheeks every time he smiles at you. It makes him feel all giddy inside, live a lovesick teenage boy. He wants to give you a card that says: Be mine? Check yes or yes.
Sidney drags the conversation with the rookie for way longer, trying to keep you close to him. He talks more to you than him, and after awhile, your boyfriend slips away completely. Good. But Sid doesnât miss the sad look in your eyes. The fact that your boyfriend doesnât kiss the ground you walk on is mind-blowing to him. He wants to commission a thousand portraits of your face and carry your picture in his wallet.
The strap of your dress slips. Oops. Sidney puts it back in place. He wants to use his teeth, but since youâre in public, he only uses his fingers. That doesnât prevent you from turning bright red. Cute. You canât stop yourself from admiring his hand that leaves your shoulder. Sid wonders if you want him to use it as a necklace for you. He certainly wants to.
âYou know, I used to have a crush on you. I stole a hockey card of you from my brother and I kept it under my pillowâ you confess sheepishly. You add: âI was eight!â after you see the look on his face.
âUsed to? Come on gorgeous, youâre breaking my heart!â You flash him a smile that could melt the ice he skates on and yeah, his heart is definitely broken.
âSorry. You were quickly replaced by Justin Bieber, another Canadian icon.â He throws his head back in laughter, and itâs quite a sight to see. You wish you had a remote to press replay again and again.
The conversation flows so easily that it makes your head spin. Or maybe itâs just that he smells so good, and you two are getting closer and closer. Sidney is now certain: youâre the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with. He just needs to prove it to you.
You had completely forgotten about your boyfriend but to be fair, he had probably forgotten about you, too. Anyway, why would you need him when youâre head over heels for Sidney Crosby? You had lied to him: your crush didnât stop at eight, it only faded when you turned 18. Right now, now a few years later, it was stronger than ever.
Sidney notices youâre wearing all gold jewelry. He wants to buy you a ring. He had never wanted to get married before, but now he wants to elope and also have the wedding of the century. He knows he is absolutely crazy, but thatâs love for you, eh?
He thinks youâre into him, too. Your eyes canât help but trail his large shoulders and his strong jaw. Your stare a second too long at his lips and he stutters. He doesnât know how youâre able to hold such an intelligent conversation when youâre both in a silent contest of who can give the best bedroom eyes.
All is well until your boyfriend comes along to pick you up. So, he hadnât forgotten about you after all. Sidney notices the sudden guilt in your eyes. Even though you had only talked, something definitely happened between you two. Your boyfriend must sense it, because for the first time tonight, he puts a possessive hand over your arm. The two hockey players are seemingly in a staring contest, until your boyfriend suddenly gives a very icy goodbye to his captain and drags you away.
Sidney watches you leave, and he feels a bitter wave of jealousy taking over him. He knows itâs wrong, but heâll have to make you his.
When he sees you turning back to look at him, he knows heâs already halfway there. He's going to be your dream man.
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Dreams Come True | Trevor Zegras
summary: Trevor shows you just how competitive he can get when you get cozy with Jack
request: yes/no
warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (fem receiving), light bondage, swearing.
word count: 4.75k
authors note: itâs the way that the last time I wrote for him was in part one⊠so it was safe to say I was a little rusty with Trevor and natural sought the help of the woman who writes him better than anyone else @sweetestdesire so letâs thank her both helping this fic and inspiring portions of it! Iâm starting to behave with my endings, but that doesnât mean I canât still have my fun đ
pt 1
Trevor was pissed off.
He had won a massive game against the devils and all he was meant to do was come home and celebrate. The boy had invited you along to the game and you were meant to be his guest, yet somehow you were in the flurry of red.
Sure Trevor knew Jack was disappointed after the game but you were meant to be congratulating him for winning. Not standing hugging Jack as you told him how proud you were of his effort. You had always had a soft spot for the boy feeling bad for him after the rough rookie season he had.
Yet none of that seemed to matter as Trevor glared at the Hughes boy when you laughed at one of his jokes, because what could have been that funny? Jack eventually noticed the sharp looks that were being sent his way âsomething happen between you and Z?â He furrowed his eyebrows motioning to the boy who was still staring at you both.
It made you frown as you locked eyes with Trevor ânothing has happened.â Your cheeks grew warm remembering how you woke up to him after your wet dream âyou sure?â Jack teased remembering how you used to have a crush on Trevor when you guys were kids.
It made you scoff as you sent him a playful glare âJack I think I would know if something happened to me.â You shot back letting out a giggle as the boy pulled you into a hug âjust making sure youâre keeping me in the loop.â He mumbled kissing your head in the process.
The middle Hughes boy always did have a soft spot for you âkid we are going now.â Trevorâs announced causing your head to snap in his direction âtalk soon?â You asked looking at the younger boy who nodded with a smile.
He squeezed your side âkeep him out of trouble.â Jack teased you causing a giggle to erupt from your lips âyou want to go or get a cab?â Trevorâs rolled his eyes at the joke reminding you that he was waiting.
That was all it took for you to leave the Hughes boy âcâmon donât be too grumpy with me now.â You joked growing concerned as he stood there refusing to look at you âwhat makes you think Iâm grumpy?âTrevor grumbled as he still made sure to open the door to let you out first.
Yet you stood there solid as you crossed your arms âtell me why youâre irritated and then we can go.â You shot back causing a smirk to form on his face âI just think if you want to go support him then you should be wearing red.â Trevor looked to your jersey as you were in one of his old ones.
Your hands fixed the front of it as you furrowed your eyebrows âI was just being a good friend to Jack.â You pointed out in a duh tone âlook letâs just go home.â Trevorâs sighed as he wiped his palms on his shorts.
It felt like a game of back and forth as you didnât want to concede first âfucking move before I throw you over my shoulder.â The boy warned as he took a step closer to you âyou wouldnât dare.â You shook your head not believing that he had it in him.
But of course that was your first mistake. Within seconds Trevor crouched down and wrapped his arms around your hips lifting you up over his shoulder âTrevor!â You squealed clenching your fists as you banged them against his back âwarned ya.â He shrugged with a smirk as the feeling of your hands against his back was nothing.
He carried you to the car with little debate âcan you put me down?â You huffed finally giving up as you just let him carry you âyou finally going to stop being a brat?â He cocked his head dropping your feet when he got to his car.
It made a smile form on your lips ânever.â You felt his hands slide to your shoulders as he stepped closer to you âyouâre a little shit you know that right?â He clicked his tongue trying to act irritated.
A laugh left your lips as you nodded âbut thatâs why you love me ainât it?â You cocked your head as he sighed âjust get in please.â His voice was softer as his facial expressions grew gentle.
This time you instead opted to listen âokay.â You nodded causing him to let out a sigh of relief as he wasnât going to have to fight you on it âplease remind me why I am best friends with her brother.â Trevorâs mumbled to himself once he shut your sides car door.
The ride back to his place was awkward. You kept your eyes glued to the window beside you as it seemed Trevor still didnât want to talk about what pissed him off âZ?â Your voice was barely above a whisper when you heard him turn the key shutting the ignition off.
He felt guilty picturing you moaning that on his couch when you had that dream. It was something neither one of you opted to talk about and the feelings were only now starting to bubble out about it âare you really mad at me?â Concerned flashed over your face as the dim lights of the parking building made your eyes shine when you looked at him.
You were spending the night with him again but needed to know you were okay âIâm never mad at you.â He shook his head as his hands wrapped around slid to your lap âdonât like having to share you.â Trevorâs confessed as he ran his thumb over your thigh.
It made your breath cut as you turned your body even closer to his âyou donât share me.â You pointed out as you sent him a smile ânot if you donât want to.â You mumbled swearing that the car was getting even hotter.
Those words were like music to his ears âyou get to shoot me when I say youâre not mine alone.â Trevor cupped your cheek as he smiled âthen I think you should make me yours Z.â You gasped feeling his lips finally meet yours.
It was like this moment that made your brain go numb, enjoying the way his touch made your body feel on fire. He let his free hand tug at your body, almost as if he was worried that you were going to leave. His touch was careful until your own hand scratched at his chest allowing his taste to captivate you as it danced on your tongue âZ.â You moaned feeling shivers travel through your body.
His mumbled grunt had you ready to into his arm âgod I need you.â He blurted out deciding that his cock was becoming too painful against his suit pants. The boy watched you nod as you looked around you both âcâmon Iâm not fucking you in my car yet.â Trevorâs words filled you with anticipation as your imagination ran wild thinking of all the different possibilities fun you could have with him.
Even as he was focused on the discomfort in his pants he still found the time to open your door for you âsuch a sweet boy.â You teased getting up as the boy rolled his eyes âyeah, yeah move along now.â He grumbled holding his duffel bag in one hand and his other wrapped around your waist spinning you around as he held your ass pressed against his cock.
Your breath faltered at the feeling his hair against your neck âbe a good girl and walk ahead okay?â Trevor sucked at your ear lobe causing your body to shake in response âokay.â You forced the words from your lips as you bit at the inside of your cheek.
He smirked to himself as he clicked his tongue as you stayed still âyou want to get a move on now or?â The hockey player teased pressing a kiss against your cheek. Your hands gripped at his coat tugging him along with you âgod baby youâre so pretty tonight.â He confessed finally allowing his hands to leave your waist when the doors to the elevator shut. Your back was pressed against the mirror before you knew it, leaving you grateful that it was just the two of you in there.
Once hating how you wore his jersey so freely now Trevor couldnât get enough of the sight âjust tonight?â You giggled allowing your hands to travel to his waistbandâand here I was thinking I was the girl of your dreams.â Your lips formed a playful pout seeing how his cheeks went flushed.
The stereotypical elevator music played in your ears âyou know you are.â The hockey player trapped you in with one hand by your side and the other took one of your own âthis is all for you princess.â He announced cupping your hand over his hardon.
His aftershave was sickeningly sweet as it invaded your nostrils âyouâre gonna get me in so much trouble.â You announced hearing the door opened with a ding, signalling that you guys had made it to his floor âcâmon.â He ushered you out interlacing his hand with yours.
This time when you walked out to the familiar landscape of the hallway yet now you looked around like this was a foreign place where your heart pounded out of your chest âyou getting cold feet on me now?â Trevor teased squeezing your hand as you shook your head âgonna have to do a lot more to keep me away pretty boy.â You mumbled pecking his lips before you got to his door.
It was as though the boy didnât want to lose your hand as it was you who had to let go of his. He was then quick to fish his keys out of his jacket pocket letting you both into his place. The feeling of his lips was left on yours like a loved up couple dancing around your lips âyou donât know how happy I am to finally get you.â Trevor let his bag drop to the floor as a grin painted across your face.
He loved how responsive you were as he kissed you again. Now any potential fears that he might have had of people watching the sight left his mind and the only thing Trevor could think about was you. Your taste was enough to make him want more. His hands clawed at your jeans as the two of you acted like horny teenagers needing each other like oxygen.
Moans left your lips in place of air as your hands tugged at his hair âjump.â He ordered sliding his hands down the curve of your ass to support your weight. You didnât need to be told twice crossing your legs around his hips as your tongue grazed over his lip âneed you.â You pleaded pulling away as you let your forehead rest against his.
It held your desperate moment as you whimpered âcâmon then.â He mumbled carrying you to his room. The path had always been engraved in your mind but tonight you couldnât help but think back to your dream and how his hands now felt perfect against you.
The boy had the same thoughts through his mind as he smiled letting you drop to his bed âwhat. Do. You. Want. Me. To. Do?â He asked between the kisses he used to attack your jaw.
It made your breath shake as your eyes watched him nestle between your thighs âI want you to tell me what you think of in that pretty little mind of yours.â Trevor explained letting a smile form on his lips as your cheeks turned red âI know you think about me making you feel good doll.â His words were enough to make you squirm.
Ever since that day when he caught you mid dream you hadnât been able to forget about it, often finding ways to elaborate on your memories âyou make me feel so good.â You whimpered feeling your skin grow warm âwith your tongue first.â The latter was barely audible as a spark shone in his eyes.
It was like this bright gleam as he smirked âso I do take you for more than one round?â He teased tracing his hands dangerously close to the hem of your jersey âand when do I get you out of these?â As his cock throbbed in his pants Trevor was desperate to get a move on.
Your eyes flickered to your jeans âthese went first.â You revealed making him nod âyou gonna let me?â You should have been ashamed by the way that you desperately nodded.
He undid the button of your jeans and pulled down the zipper as he watched you catch your lip between your teeth âyouâre so fucking pretty.â Trevorâs reminded you taking the chance to kiss your lips once more. The boy adored his responsive you were to him as the little alcohol you drank that night made his brain feel fuzzy.
Even as you had grown to have feelings for him over the years. you were still just as comfortable with this version of him as you were with the one who would steal food from your plate, when heâd sit on top of you acting like you werenât there. Trevor watched you smile when he took that moment to go back to what he was doing âcute.â He teased seeing the blue checkered print on your panties.
A laugh left his lips as he watched you roll your eyes âyou know Jack would have fucked me by now.â You knew that you were now playing a dangerous game but somehow you didnât mind as you sent him a glare âthen I think itâs about time I get you out of my jersey.â The hockey player emphasised his reminder of whose number was on your back.
Trevorâs movements were powered by irritation and his natural competitiveness also had him wanting to prove her wrong âthink you knew you were gonna get fucked tonight didnât you?â Trevorâs smirked seeing your matching set âbut I guess I should ask by who?â He sucked his teeth as he couldnât help but feel jealous about how your bra got to hug your breasts on an everyday occurrence.
You could have told him the truth but instead you felt like the secrets of your third addition to your dreams should be kept to yourself âyou.â You squirmed feeling like head staring into your soul.
As his hands hooked into your panties you wanted him with intent âgod youâre going to kill me.â You whined as the cold air came in contact with your cunt âlike making you work for your reward.â He teased shuffling down his bed to get comfortable.
Trevor couldnât help but lick his lips âgod youâre a fucking beaut.â The boy mumbled as he kissed at your thighs. Equally spreading his attention between the two âfuck please.â You begged running your fingers over your stomach.
The neediness that glazed your eyes was enough to make him nod. His head dropped allowing him to lick a stripe up her slot. If this was anyone else you would have hated naked you were. Yet instead you shuddered the moment his tongue came in contact with your clit. All those late nights with nothing more than your vibrator and your imagination were put to shame by the needy boy who lay in front of you.
Your hands trailed to his hair desperately attempting to claw at something âdonât stop.â You mewled scrunching your toes in pleasure as his tongue dropped into your core. His nose teased your clit occasionally hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Trevor watched in awe as he fucked your soaked cunt with his tongue treating you like a final meal as his arms wrapped around your thighs. Your eyes locked with his and you swore he took it as a challenge, like he wasnât hitting the right spots as your eyes were still open.
The moment his head tilted allowing his tongue to reach a point that was deeper within you, you knew you were a goner. Your thighs began to shake as they pressed against the sides of his head âyouâre gonna make me come.â You cried using the little focus you had available to drive your hips against his face constantly angling for him to continue hitting your g-spot.
Trevor moaned at the feeling of your cunt clenching around his tongue âjust like that.â You pleaded unaware of how tears formed in your waterline as you were lead to your first orgasm that you hadnât given yourself in months.
Your moans and cries bounced off of his bedroom walls preparing them for the stories that they would surely hold from tonightâs activities âJesus Trevor oh.â Your lips formed a circle as your eyes screwed shut leaving your body to squirm still driving your hips to his mouth.
The hockey player swore he was dreaming as your salty release landed on his tongue and he continued to lap it up until you clearly began to lose it âno Z.â You mumbled trying to pull away from him when he let his tongue lay flat against your clit pressing a kiss to the sensitive nub before he pulled away.
There was a moment he took where he just sat there with a smirk on his face admiring the work that he had done already âyou gonna let me continue making you feel so good?â He muttered honestly wondering if he had it within himself to behave until that point.
A mewl left your lips in delight as his hands tugged at the straps of your bra not caring for the fact that he had managed to rip it âTrevor!â You groaned feeling the elastic shoot against your skin âsorry doll.â His amused tone highlighted how he was anything but that âIâll buy you another.â The hockey player offered adding seeing that hushed words did barely enough make you feel better so instead he pressed a kiss to your temple.
Your breasts bounced the moment they were released from your bra ââs not fair you ainât naked too.â You complained seeing his suit still on him âlife ainât fair doll.â He teased running his hands along your torso until her breasts.
A huff left your lips as his thumbs grazed your nipples âyou want to know who would have been naked?â You asked watching his face hover over yours as it tilted practically edging you to answer âJack.â The name was like a weight that hit Trevor like an anvil. The jab was a taunt and now he was left to decide how to react.
His response was to pinch your stiff peaks, letting the bud roll between his fingers âyou really think heâd have you feeling as good as I do?â The hockey player let out a grunt as he rolled his eyes âuh huh.â You couldnât allow yourself to back down now.
He had this constant desire to outcompete Jack was bubbling through his system. After seeing her so close to Jack that night, Trevor knew that he had one chance to fix it all once and for all to become the outright favourite. His sharp gaze made you force your thighs together as his nimble fingers tugged at his shirt.
The tie that once complimented his neck was now long gone as he threw it onto his navy comforter âcanât believe youâre still such a brat even after all that I do for you.â He grumbled picking it back up once he saw how your eyes sparkled seeing it âarms.â Trevor pushed his hands together showing you what to do.
Part of you was confused enough that you listened pushing your wrists together âup.â The cool metal of his bed frame was freezing against your skin causing your lips to form an o âsince you want to act like such a brat you donât get touch me.â His words were met with a whimper as you went to complain âyou cry about it and Iâm sure youâre gonna love the taste of your pretty little panties in your mouth.â Trevor warned making you gulp as you began to think about his offer.
Once you remained silent he instead looked to continue pulling his clothes off ânot a brat.â You mumbled looking to his comforter âso you wonât mind me fucking his name right out of your mouth?â The boy was serious as his boxers were the final addition to the clothing pile that had formed on his floor.
Trevor fiddled through his bedside cabinet to get a condom from the box âwould have fucked you raw but not even you deserve that much.â He grumbled to himself tearing the metallic wrapper to reveal the latex element. His cock throbbed feeling the air of the room around him âgod please just fuck me already.â You pleaded kicking your legs as you felt helpless not being able to move your arms.
He laughed as he rolled the condom over his cock âhow can I say no when you ask so nicely.â The hockey player cooed crawling back onto the bed as you pulled your legs up spreading them for him to get a view of your soaking desperate cunt âIâm ready to fuck his name right outta your mouth.â Trevorâs voice was so low that you werenât sure if he was talking to you or not.
You nodded chewing at the inside of your cheek âwill believe it when I see it.â If there was a hole then you were digging yourself into it âyouâre lucky I have been picturing fucking this cunt for years.â He grunted running his covered cock over your slit teasing your clit causing a moan to leave your lips.
Trevor like you had these dreams at night and his hand with the memory of your moans were now no longer enough to make him come âjesus fuck.â You gasped as your cunt stretched around his cock âitâs just me doll.â His hands found themselves by your sides as he kissed you letting the vibe grow soft like he genuinely cared.
Maybe it was for the fact that you were currently full with his cock but this time you couldnât argue back âplease move.â Your hands tugged at his tie finally feeling stretched out âyou feel like heaven.â Trevor groaned beginning to settle into a rhythm.
He enjoyed watching how your body bounced with each creak of the headboard.
Your eyes trailed down his body taking snapshots of his chiseled chest. He smirked picking up how your mouth watered at the sight of his throbbing cock thrusting into you âlike keeping those pretty little eyes on me huh?â The boy teased angling his thrusts upward to get a deeper angle.
The room got hot as you whimpered âfuck you feel so good.â Your legs snaked around his hips refusing to let him go âyou know Iâm the only one who makes you feel this good right?â He murmured running his tongue along your jaw.
It made you shiver as your breasts throbbed âanswer the question before I stop.â Trevor raised his hand to slap your thigh making you moan âonly you z.â You nodded feeling your wrists grow sore with how you tugged at the restraints.
But that wasnât enough for him as he let his hand slot between your two bodies âonly I what?â He taunted you letting his fingers ghost over your clit âfuck me like this.â You mewled feeling your legs begin to shake.
Hearing those words were like music to his ears âguess I should let you touch me then?â Trevor proposed making you nod desperately âgod please yes.â You should have been embarrassed by how desperate you were for him to let you touch him.
A whine left your lips as you felt his hand leave your clit ârelax you brat.â He scoffed rolling his eyes âIâm giving you what you want so behave.â Trevorâs snapped making you nod as you went silent watching his hand claw at his tie undoing the knots.
The moment your hands were free they pulled his face down to yours. It was a needy kiss that you finally took control of as you took him by surprise âstill such a needy girl even with my cock for her to fuck.â The vulgar words made you clench around him âyou think he could have gotten you feeling like this?â The hockey player groaned as his head dropped to your shoulder for his lips to nip at the soft skin.
Jack was the last thing on your mind as you shook your head as your hands moved to his back letting your nails claw at him âno.â You shook your head making Trevor use the little energy he head left to look back up at you âwhat was that I couldnât hear you?â He taunted applying more pressure to your clit as his hips snapped into you.
Your mouth opened ready for the cries to leave your lips yet you were silent only letting the soft gasps push past your lips âyou keep fucking me so well.â You blurted out not having tome to care about how dirty your words truly were.
It made him groan as he soaked your words up like a sponge âshit.â He felt his pace increase as the squelching sounds from your cunt echoed in his ears âIâm close.â You confessed letting your eyes screw shut as the room grew even hotter.
Your skin was slick with sweat and you were sure to have been a mess âstick your tongue out for me baby.â He ordered as you nodded feeling your breasts hit his skin.
Your tongue rolled out of your mouth awaiting further instructions âsuch a good listener.â The boy praised causing your cunt to clench around him again.
Trevor swore he was going to come when his spit left his mouth. It was a sticky string that connected your mouth to his ânow swallow.â He brushed his thumb over your lower lip breaking the saliva trail as he placed his thumb in your mouth.
On instinct your tongue swirled around the digit listening to his orders as he smirked âgood girl.â Trevor murmured as he felt you begin to ride your hips into his âgo milk my cock baby.â The words made you cry as your thighs began to shake.
His attacks on your clit pushed you over the edge âgod please donât stop!â You pleaded feeling your chest heave âdoll keep your eyes on me when you come.â As his hips snapped into yours you couldnât but listen.
Your eyes stared into his as you moaned âright there!â You gritted out in delight making him nod as you finally came. White points coated your vision as your body thrashed around letting your cunt clamp down around his cock.
Just like that his head dropped back down to your shoulder âsuch a tight perfect cunt fâme.â Trevor cooed feeling his cock twitch coating his release into his condom as you squeezed his cock one final time.
The two of you lay there embracing each otherâs hold as you both focused on your breathing and your fingers brushed through his hair âyou wanted a bath princess?â Trevor offered rolling off of you as he feared he didnât have the energy to simply pull out.
He had to snap his fingers in front of you in order to get you to respond âsince when are you into aftercare?â You let out an amused laugh clearly not believing that it was something he was capable of âjust for that I have to show you.â Trevor shot back scooping you into his arms before you could complain.
It made him smile as you wrapped your arms around him âI just want to be proved wrong.â You teased making him laugh as he opened the door to his bathroom bringing you both into there.
Whilst the sounds of laughter and running water came from the bathroom what neither of you noticed was that a message came through to your phone. One that would surely lead to more harm than good especially whilst you were finding a reason to sneak out with your clothes half on the next morning.
Jack: you up for coming to the Vegas game still?
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