#WILL IT BRING YOU MORE MONEY OR WHAT?????

[snoopyracing]

forever and always // ln4

part two to champagne coast

pairing: lando norris X reader

word count: 10k

warnings: cursing and alcohol use

includes: 100% pure fluff

summary: life with lando after the italy trip or lando and you getting your happily ever after

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Life at the moment couldn’t be greater for you. You’d just gone on the most amazing week-long trip to Italy and in the process managed to upgrade your best friend into your boyfriend. You couldn’t truly ask for more, except for the screaming baby on the plane to give it a rest. Even in first class the baby’s incessant cries could be heard and you wanted to slap yourself for not remembering to pack your headphones into your carry-on. 

You glance over at your boyfriend who’s sat in the spacious seat next to you. “We should have just flown private like you wanted.” You were trying to not have Lando spend any more unnecessary money on you then needed, lord knows how much he spent on you this past week. You’d told yourself that you could survive a commercial flight, it was only three hours back to London. You do it for work and when you visit Lando in Monaco, it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. Well, at least that’s what you thought a couple hours ago. 

“What I wanted was to stay in Italy for another week.” His large hand finds yours and your fingers intertwine. “But I know my working girl has responsibilities and deadlines to meet and money to make and all that kind of stuff.” He lifts your intertwined hands up to his lips and presses a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, the simple gesture sending an eruption of butterflies through your stomach. 

“Yeah well someone’s got to bring home the bacon in this relationship.” You joke, like Lando wasn’t bringing home a modest 30 million a year. 

“Well, racing isn’t gonna last forever, so I am gonna eventually need you to be my sugar mommy.” 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Your teasing causes a pink tint to spread across the apples of Lando’s cheeks and it makes you giggle at how easily you can get him riled up. 

He slides down in his seat, trying to make himself seem smaller, all while still anchoring himself to you by his hand. “Nothing wrong with liking to be taken care of.” Lando has never not been vocal (at least with you) about how he in all honesty likes to be babied. 

Sure, he loves taking care of you, but sometimes he just wants the woman he loves (you) to take care of him. Even before you two got together you were the person who would look after him after a particular shit race weekend and when he would visit you back in London he always seemed to just be able to let his walls down and be vulnerable with you. 

“I like that you need me.” You state, which has Lando feeling even more warm and gushy inside. 

“Never not gonna need you. You know that right? You’re stuck with me.” And Lando means every word that slips out of his mouth. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you in his life. For so many years you were his everything and now that he fully has every part of you he can’t imagine letting you go.

Your eyes soften at the man you love. There isn’t anyone else you’d rather endure this plane ride from hell with. Yet, with all the love you have for him, you can’t help but poke fun at him. “Unfortunately.” You say with a cheesy grin on your face. 

“You love me.” Lando pushes back. 

“Unfor-“ 

Lando interrupts you before you can push his buttons even more. “Wait, do you hear that?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, your head glancing around the cabin to try and figure out what he’s talking about. “Hear what?” 

“Exactly.” 

And that’s when you realize that there is nothing to hear, because the baby had stopped crying. You think you’d forgotten what quiet was for a moment and to finally have it back was pure bliss. Though the little slice of silence lasts for a few short moments because as the plane begins its descent the change in air pressure has the baby crying once more. “Well, at least we know we are almost home!” You say trying to be positive. 

“We could have still been in Italy.” Lando groans. 

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Adjusting to life back in London was a little harder than you thought it was going to be. It helped that you had Lando with you this week, but you wished so badly to be back in Italy. The Thames couldn’t hold a candle to the Mediterranean Sea and you could only dream that you would wake up to the calming lull of the waves and not construction and sirens. And while you were slowly adjusting it seemed like Lando wasn’t at all.

When Lando was back in London for work he usually just stayed with you or Max, so Lando staying at your place wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but him not letting Max or his family know that he was back home was out of the ordinary. After the third day of Lando being a hermit in your apartment all day while you were at work you finally confronted him about it. 

“Lan, I’m home!” You called out as you kicked off the world's most uncomfortable heels, your feet silently thanking you as they felt the cool flooring beneath them. 

“Kitchen!” You hear him holler back and by the smoke free air you’d have to conclude that he wasn’t trying to cook you dinner. Instead you find him standing at the counter in the middle of making himself a cup of tea. Your hands sneak around his waist, resting your head on his muscular back. A content sigh escapes past his mouth and you feel his free hand settle on your arm. 

“Hi baby. How was work?” 

“Very long and tiring. I’m glad to be home.” You reply before placing a kiss on his shoulder. 

Lando says nothing as he moves to grab your arm, leading you towards the couch. And by some miracle he sets his cup of tea down on the coffee table spill free while he pulls you into his side as you two plop down. “Missed you while you were gone.” His words are slightly mumbled as he plants a kiss onto the top of your head. 

Moments later his phone buzzes and your eyes can’t help but glance at the screen as he pulls it out of his sweatpants pocket. You barely see the contact name of your shared friend across the screen before he’s locking his phone and sliding it back into his pocket. 

“Lando.” His fingers ghost up and down your arm as he hums in response. “Why have you been ignoring Max?” You weren’t trying to pry into his business, but what you were saying was true. You’d seen the unread texts and for Lando to ignore his best friend, especially when he was back in England, was very out of character for him. 

His movements halted and you can hear the gears in his pretty little head turning. “I’m not ignoring him.” 

You shift on the couch so you can properly look at him. “Lando. You’ve been holed up in my apartment ever since we got back. What’s going on? You ignore Max’s texts to make plans. I see the missed calls from your parents. Are you second guessing things or do you not want people to know about us?” 

Lando’s eyes nearly bulge out his head at your suggestions and he’s reaching out for your hands faster than lightning. “Oh god no. God. No no no. Never in a million years would I not want to be with you.” 

“Then what is going on?” Your eyes soften at the man you love as you try to understand what’s going on in his head. 

“It’s quite selfish of me.” He finally admits with his head hung low while you rub your thumb across his knuckles, encouraging him to continue. “I know this sounds ridiculous, but I don’t want to have to share you with anyone quite yet. You going to work I can handle, but god we haven’t even gotten to really spend time together as a couple. Summer break is going to be over very soon and then that’s a whole nother beast we have to figure out and I know I’m very in my head about all of this but I just want you to myself for as long as I can. I don’t want other people’s opinions about you or our relationship to be all over the internet either. God why am I so in my head?” . 

Your heart swells at Lando’s words and while you understand how he feels, you know you’ve got to talk some sense into him as well. “I get it. We’ve been living in our own bubble this past week and now it’s even better that we’re together. It’s like the real world and reality are out to get us, but baby that’s life. And really I don’t give a fuck what anyone on the internet says about me or us because they’ve been saying stuff for years. It’s not anything new– I know what’s real between us and that’s all that matters to me and it should to you also.” 

You give his hands a reassuring squeeze, trying to convey just how serious you were about all of this. 

“Plus, I’m not worried one bit about once you start racing again, sure I’ll miss you when I can’t come with you, but we’ll make it work. What I am worried about though is you isolating yourself. I love that you love spending time with me, but Lan you gotta not let the anxiety of life get into your way. Even with this crazy life that you live you’re lucky enough to have people who care deeply about you and the rare occasion that you aren’t in England for more than a day or work and you chose to ignore them is not good for you. So take your phone out and tell Max that we’ll be over at his place Friday.” 

Lando sighs as he internalizes your words. Everything you had said was right. You always know how to get into his head and talk him off his anxiety induced edge. He can’t recall how many times you’d been there for him during a bad race weekend— granted this was nothing like that, but nonetheless he knows he can always confide in you and that you’ll always be there with love and the right words to say. 

And like the obedient boyfriend he is– he slips his phone out of his pocket and quickly sends Max a text. “Why not Saturday? Don’t you work Friday?” He asks. 

You shrug your shoulders at him like it was no big deal. “I got Friday off and we have other plans for Saturday.” 

“With your friends?” 

“No. We are having dinner with your family. I’ve been texting your Mom occasionally ever since we got back. Someone had to let her know her son was still alive.” 

Lando’s cheeks turn red in shame, he’s a known certified Momma’s boy and he knows his Mother was probably worried sick about him these past couple days. “I’ve always said she likes you more than me.” 

“Yeah well I actually respond to her messages.” You tease as you tuck yourself into Lando’s side, the couch pulling you in deeper. 

Silence fills the room for a few moments and it’s tranquil– golden hour cascading through your floor to ceiling windows as the two of you cuddle up on the couch, the feeling of Lando’s fingers running up and down your back as you listen to his steady heartbeat. 

“Thank you.” Lando is the one to break the silence, his voice soft and meaningful. You hum in response, waiting for him to continue. “Thanks for getting me out of my head. You’re my person, you know that? Don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

The sun filtering into the room makes the golden brown flecks in his eyes pop even more and you can’t believe that this beautiful and caring man that you’ve had in your life for so long is now actually yours and that maybe if you would have opened your eyes sooner you could have had him this way for even longer. 

“I love you.” 

Lando’s face erupts into a smile and you can’t help but lean into his hand as it moves to cup your face. 

“I love you too.” 

He leans in for a kiss and when your lips meet you swear it’s like you're kissing him for the first time again. There’s something so enthralling and intoxicating about kissing Lando and you pray it’s something you never grow tired of. 

“Can you really blame me though, for wanting to stay locked away with my sexy, stunning, intelligent, caring, and breathtaking girlfriend?” Lando states as you two resume your prior positions on the couch, soaking in this serene evening together. 

“Wow, that's a lot of adjectives.” You reply as a slight giggle escapes from you. 

“I can name some more if you’d like.” 

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Friday comes in the blink of an eye and before you know it you’re standing next to Lando as he knocks on the door to Max’s apartment. The solid white door swings open and there stands Max with a mischievous look on his face. 

“Thought you two had fucked off and decided to move to Italy.” 

“It’s still a possibility.” Lando states as he walks in behind you. 

“Don’t be bitter because you weren’t invited Fewtrell.” You chime in. 

The three of you settle in the living room and it reminds you of old times before Lando moved to Monaco. When you’d all be gathered at someone’s place and life seemed simpler. Things have changed drastically since then, but you know you’ll always have these two annoying guys in your life. 

“I’m not bitter. I’ve third wheeled enough in our friendship to know when I’m not wanted.” Max is chomping at the bit to know what went down on your trip and if nothing had he thinks his two best friends may have one collective brain cell that they share between them. “Soooo. How was Italy? Romantic?” 

Your eyes quickly dart over to Lando who’s seated in one of the chairs slightly to your left, while Max is sitting on the couch opposite of the one you’re residing on. Max was clearly digging for information and according to someone else in your friend group, Max had a large amount of money that he had bet on the two of you coming back from Italy and being together. So Lando and you had decided to make Max work for his prize– nothing like a little lying and mental warfare while spending time with friends right? You see that mischievous look in Lando’s eyes and then he open’s that pretty little mouth of his. 

“Did you know pizza was apparently invented in Naples?” 

Max furrows his eyebrows at Lando, surprised at the fact that was what came out of his mouth. “I didn’t.” 

“Yeah. Think we ate our body weight in pizza this past week. Gonna have to hit the training hard before the season starts back up.” Lando is acting too nonchalant about the trip and you can tell Max is listening for any little slip up. 

“Hmm is that so?” Max glances over in your direction and you know your next in line for his interrogation. “Y/N.” 

“Max.” 

“How was Italy?” 

“It was great. We ate lots of good food, went sightseeing, went to the beach, and relaxed. Everything you’d do on a trip to Italy.” 

Max still isn’t satisfied with anyone’s answer. To him there was just no way that something didn’t happen between you two on that trip and he was going to get the truth out even if it killed him. “Nothing exciting happened?” 

You shrug your shoulders as you glance over at Lando– wanting him to take the reins on this one. You can see the gears turning in his head all the while Max is getting antsier by the second waiting for someone to respond. 

“Well, Y/N did meet a guy.” 

There’s a shocked look on both Max’s face and yours at Lando’s words. Even with your little plan in place you didn’t think Lando was going to say that or honestly bring up that night ever again, but he did and he’s thrown Max for a loop at the same time. 

“You met a guy?” Max asks you. He isn’t sure if he heard Lando right and he’s really starting to wonder how this trip could have gone this horribly wrong. 

“Yeah. We went out to a bar one night and I started talking to this guy. He was really nice and happened to be from London. He’s my most recent follow on insta if you want to see what he’s like. His name is Harry.” You hadn’t bothered to unfollow him and at this moment you guess it was a good thing you hadn’t. 

Max thinks the world is ending right here in his apartment. How could his best friends be so fucking stupid? How could they go on a trip by themselves and not see how utterly in love they were with each other? 

He pulls up your instagram and finds the guy's account– sure he’s attractive, but there’s never going to be the connection there that Lando and you have. Anyone with two working eyes and a brain could see that and as Max locks his phone and tosses it on the couch cushion beside him he thinks he should make an appointment for both Lando and you to go see an optometrist and neurologist. 

“He seems like a nice lad.” Max had given up. If anything did happen you two were clearly dead set on not giving it up, so he’d try again another day. If Max knew one thing it was that consistency was key and being annoying about his best friends being in love was one thing he will always be consistent about. 

“Yeah I think he’d fit in really well with our friend group.” The look on Max’s face is nothing shy of disgust and out of the corner of your eye you can see Lando fighting back his laughter. You know if you fully look at Lando that you’ll break so you focus on Max who seems to be going through the five stages of grief.

“Right. Well Lando I’ve got a couple things I need to go over with you for Quadrant. Let me go get my laptop real quick.” Max has no issue with changing the subject at this point— the mere idea of that guy joining your friend group was completely out of the question. 

Once Max was out of earshot you immediately turned your attention to Lando. 

“Oh he’s absolutely fuming.” Lando states, his voice slightly higher from trying to suppress his laughter. You can feel the giggles rising from within you and it’s like in school when you aren’t supposed to be laughing, but everything is way more funny because of it. It’s not even that funny of a situation, but Lando and you are nearly beside yourselves over it. 

Before you both completely lose it Max waltzes back into the living room with his laptop in hand. The two of them go over clothing ideas and mockups for sometime while you calm yourself and scroll through your phone. 

“Ok one last thing- the redesign for the website. I’ll send the test link to your phone and see if there’s anything you want to look different on the mobile site.” 

Lando pats his pockets and realizes he forgot his phone in the car. “Shit. Hey baby can you please run to the car and grab my phone.” He’s tossing the car keys to you and you’re catching them before Max can get his brain and his mouth to work fast enough. 

“Sorry! What?!” 

You stand there confused, Lando’s keys jingling in your hands. 

“What’s wrong?” Lando asks. 

Max doesn’t know what to think at the moment. “You just called Y/N baby!“ 

In all honesty Lando didn’t even realize the term of endearment had slipped past his tongue and from the way you reacted it seems you didn’t either. But Lando and you share a knowing look and instead of panicking you decide to just run with the situation.

Lando scoffs, like Max had just suggested the most outrageous thing. “No I didn’t” 

“Yes you did!” Max’s eyes look like they are about ready to bulge out of his head as he speaks. 

“Max he literally didn’t. I think I would know if Lando called me baby.” 

“Stop gaslighting me!” Max knows what he heard, he’s not stupid or crazy like the two of you are making it seem. His eyes dart back and forth between Lando and you, trying to see if he can read your faces, but it’s useless. 

“Alright well I’ll be right back. Lando maybe try to calm Max down.” You state before swiftly leaving Max’s apartment before you break character. 

While you’re gone Max doubles down on his interrogation of Lando, but all Lando does is deny deny deny. His PR training coming in handy at this moment in time. It doesn’t take long for you to get back and when you hand Lando his phone and keys Lando can’t help but fan the fire some more by intentionally letting that little four letter word slide right off his tongue. 

“Thank you baby.” His hand lingers on yours for way longer than need be. The simple skim of his fingers across your skin sends a shiver up your spine. You don’t even get time to respond to Lando before Max’s big mouth is hollering once more. 

“I know I’m not going crazy. I heard that clear as day! Now would you two quit fucking with my head and tell me you finally opened your eyes.” 

There’s an unspoken agreement between Lando and you as you shift your gaze towards him, a shrug of the shoulders and both of you knowing that if you continued to screw with Max he’d probably start to make your lives hell. So, you take a seat on the arm of the chair that Lando is still residing in and like a magnet he’s snaking his arm around your waist–pulling you closer to him. 

Max sits there eyeing the both of you, your current positions tell him nothing, as your closeness and touching was nothing out of the ordinary for you two, but it’s what comes out of Lando’s mouth seconds later that has Max’s eyes as wide as saucers. 

“Better call Ed and let him know he owes you some money.” 

He knows what that means and has clearly been waiting for it to happen, but actually knowing now has him somehow not believing that Lando is telling the truth. “Are you guys fucking with me again or is this for real?” 

“What you want me to physically tell you that Y/N and I are together? That we finally realized that we’ve been in love with each other for an unreasonably long time and made everyone close to us crazy for years?” 

Max sits there dumbfounded, for someone who had been wanting to finally hear this news he just can’t believe it had finally happened. “Well yeah I guess.” He watches his best friends as their hands intertwine and when they look at each other he can see the love radiating between them. 

It had always been there– the love, but there was something different between them now that they’ve become partners like the missing pieces of the puzzle had finally slotted into place. He’s happy that his best friends finally have each other in the way they were meant to and perhaps that he has a little more money in his pocket. “Alright well now can you actually tell me how Italy was?” 

“Well first of all. It wasn’t just you and our other friends that were annoying about us. I think everyone in Italy thought we were a couple before we even realized how we actually felt.” And so you tell Max all about Italy and how special it is to the two of you now. 

“See now why couldn’t you have just told me all of this in the beginning instead of fucking with me?” Max exclaims. 

“Well that’s no fun is it?” Lando rebuttals. “Think about how funny of a story that will be to tell at our wedding one day?” 

You feel your heart start to rabidly race and a heat spread throughout your body at Lando mentioning your wedding. You guys had only really been together for like a week and he’s already casually mentioning marrying you? You weren’t trying to freak out, but what the fuck? Your ears are ringing and it’s like your mind has left your body for a second, but the one thing that brings you back to Earth is the feeling of Lando’s hand squeezing yours. 

When you look down at him and he looks at you with those pretty eyes that seem to be an enigma of colors and that smile of his that could make you feel better even on the shittiest of days you just somehow know that he is the man you’re going to marry. You couldn’t imagine yourself marrying anyone but him. And yes it’s early, way too early to be thinking about marriage in this relationship, but if Lando asked you in a couple months to get married during the Las Vegas GP by some Elvis impersonator in a little church on the strip– you’d say yes in a heartbeat. 

“Well as long as I’m your best man.” Max states. 

“Who else would it be?”  

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The three hour drive from London to Lando’s childhood home the following day is spent trying to figure out how you should announce to his family that you two are together. You’d gone over every scenario, but they either seemed too awkward or just unnecessary. 

“We could just say ‘hey we are in love and in a relationship’ as soon as we walk into the door.” Lando suggests. 

“Do we even really have to tell them?” You counter, knowing you are both totally overthinking this situation. “I mean couldn’t we just let them find out through social media or something?” 

Lando scoffs at your suggestion and he doesn’t even have to speak for you to know that your idea wouldn’t work with his family, especially his Mother. Cisca would never let you both hear the end of her finding out about you two over social media, especially when she’s been not so shy about expressing how she felt about you two. 

The English countryside passes by in a blur as you stare out the car window, you’d given up on figuring out ideas and decided to enjoy the view and the feeling of Land’s hand in yours as you continued the journey. 

“If my family didn’t know that you were coming I could have just called and said I was bringing my girlfriend home for them to meet.” Lando states from the driver's side. Now it’s your turn to scoff, but Lando doesn’t seem to be backing off the idea. “Seriously, we could surprise them.” 

“Lando, that's not a good idea. You’re gonna be in deep shit with your Mom.” 

“I’ll just call and say that you aren’t coming and that there’s someone that I’ve been wanting them to meet for awhile.” He thinks there’s nothing wrong with his plan, but you know he’s gonna get his ass chewed out by his Mother. You love Lando dearly, but he’s also stubborn and sometimes you have to just let him learn his lesson. You can’t even tell him it'll be your funeral before you hear the phone ringing. Cisca picks up rather quickly and you decide to keep quiet in the passenger seat. 

“Hello darling. Are you guys almost here?” Her voice echoes through the luxurious car. 

“Yeah we’ve got a little under an hour left.” 

“I can’t wait to see you and Y/N. Can she hear me? Hello my love! I’ve got a little gift for you when you guys get here. I saw it when I was out shopping the other day and I just thought of you instantly.” 

You want to speak up, already feeling the guilt creep in over this and Lando hasn’t even opened his big mouth to speak yet. You look over at him with pleading eyes, trying to convey just how much he shouldn’t do this, but he’s waving you off and you know this is when Lando has signed his death certificate. 

“About that. So Y/N isn’t coming to dinner. There’s actually someone else that I’ve been wanting you to meet.” 

There’s silence on the other end for some time and anyone would think Cisca had hung up or the line had disconnected, but the call time on the screen keeps going. “Mum are you still there?” Lando finally breaks the deafening silence. 

“Am I on speakerphone?” She replies and you know Lando is about ready to get yelled at. If there was one thing you knew about Lando’s Mother, it was that she didn’t play around when it came to you, especially if it involved Lando. 

“No.” Lando says confidently like her voice wasn’t echoing throughout the car. 

“I know I raised you better than this Lando. Y/N and I have been talking and she literally planned for all of us to have dinner. For you to uninvite her and then decide to bring some random girl in her place is absolutely horrible Lando. She said you guys had a wonderful time on your trip and that you had been staying at her place this week so I don’t know what is going on, but this better be a joke. If it’s not you’d better pray that you don’t lose the one person who cares so deeply about you. I’m so disappointed in you son, but we will talk more when you get here. Oh and hopefully the girl you decided to bring likes my roast dinner. I know it’s Y/N’s favorite meal I make so I was going to surprise her with it. Anyways I’ll see you in a little bit.” 

There’s no goodbye’s exchanged or time for Lando to reply, just Cisca hanging up on her son and then music that was playing before the call filling the air once again. You so badly want to tell Lando that you told him so, but from the blank look on his face and the thousand yard stare he’s got going on, you think perhaps that wouldn’t help the situation any. 

“I should have listened to you.” He finally says, the stupidity of his idea fully sinking in now that his Mother reprimanded him over the phone.   

You shrug your shoulders at him, fully knowing he should have, but not wanting to rub it in his face. “Hopefully once she sees me your wrongs will be forgiven.” 

“God, we can only hope.” 

By the time you pull into the driveway Lando’s already thought of ten different ways his Mother could kill him and when he’s getting out of the car and heading up to the front door he’s thought of eleven. Usually his family would be opening the door to greet them by the time they pulled into the driveway, today was a different story. The decadent smell of his Mom’s cooking hits both of you in the face as soon as you enter the house and you’re so glad you’re actually here and not back at home like you were supposedly meant to be.

“Mum! I’m home!” Lando hollers. 

“In the kitchen.” 

So you slowly traipse behind Lando towards the kitchen, letting him be the one to greet his Mom. He stops just past the doorway, his Mom standing at the counter peeling potatoes, while you’re slightly hidden behind him. “Smells amazing.” He figures starting out with a compliment wouldn’t hurt his situation any.

“Thank you.” 

You can’t exactly see Cisca, but you know just from the tone of her voice and the fact that she doesn’t have her son wrapped up in her arms right now tells you she’s still upset with him. The sound of the peeler against the potatoes is getting more rapid and aggressive– you’re thankful to not be a potato right now. You can slightly see her over Lando’s shoulder and she’s still got her back turned to you both still as she speaks once again. 

“Are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?” 

Lando steps to the side, nudging you to step into his previous spot. You know Cisca will be thrilled when she sees you, but you’re still a little nervous after seeing the ever apparent cold shoulder that she’s giving Lando right now. You hear the peeling stop as you step into the kitchen and when Cisca turns around to see the supposed mystery girl, the peeler drops to the ground with a clang. 

“Y/N! Oh my darling!” A look of shock, excitement, happiness, and slight confusion washes over her face as she’s practically running towards you and wrapping you up in her arms. “What are you doing here? Lando said you weren’t coming?” She pulls back from the hug and just stares at you, like she’s trying to figure out if you’re actually here. 

“Surprise!” You say with a smile. 

She looks back and forth between you and Lando, who unbestowed to you has the biggest grin on his face. And then like a switch that was flipped her jaw drops and she grabs your shoulders like she’s afraid you’ll run away. “Wait a minute.” 

You feel Lando delicately place his hand on the small of your back as he moves right up against you. “Mum can you stop hogging my girlfriend please.” And you can hear the smile on Lando’s face as he speaks. 

The look on Cisca’s face you would have thought Lando had just won the driver’s championship. “Oh my god finally! My love I’m so happy you’re here. If it hadn’t been you that I saw when I turned around I think I would have had to knock some sense into my hard headed son.” She’s wrapping you up in another bone crushing hug and it’s one of the best feelings in the world to be embraced by someone who truly cares about you. 

“Well to be fair I think we both needed some sense knocked into us a long time ago.” You joke as Cisca finally frees you. 

“Yes, but this is how it was clearly meant to be. I’d always said you two were meant for each other and that one day eventually you’d open your eyes and hearts and realize that your other half had been with you all along.” 

You can see tears start to well up in her eyes.

“God I’m just so happy that you’re here. My heart broke when Lando had said you weren’t coming, but now it’s like it’s been mended. You’re the person for my Lando and I knew that from the first time I met you all those years ago Y/N. You’ve made him so incredibly happy and always been there for him during the extreme lows and highs, but as much as you're his person he’s just as much as yours. I’ve never seen him act like he does with someone like he does with you. I saw that love in his eyes that only a Mother can see the first time he brought you home. He may not have realized it, but I did.” 

Now you’re feeling the tears start to well up in your eyes and it’s only a matter of time before Cisca has got you in her embrace again. 

“Where’s the love for your own son?” Lando asks jokingly as he watches the two most important women in his life. 

“My own son wouldn’t have played with my emotions like you did earlier.” Cisca fires back, before heading back to her previous task.

Lando and you sit down at the small table in the kitchen while Cisca resumes peeling the potatoes. “I told him not to do it.” You say just to finally get in your I told you so.

“And that’s why you’re my favorite!” Cisca chimes in. 

Lando groans, but it’s all an act because there’s nothing that makes his insides turn to mush more than you being so loved and getting along so well with his family. “Maybe I actually shouldn’t have brought you.” 

You know he’s joking, but he earns a full name shout and a look from his Mom that only Mom’s can do. Which in turn emits a giggle from you and to Lando anything is worth getting to hear that melodic sound bless his ears, even getting scolded by his Mother. 

Dinner is spent filling in the rest of his family and both Lando and you somewhat get made fun of as his family points out all the times you two were so blind about how you felt about each other. Then to no one’s surprise Cisca begins to get emotional again as you’re talking to her about Italy. And not soon after Lando says the one thing again that makes your heart skip a beat and your body run hot. 

“Alright Mum save those tears for the wedding.” 

You laugh it off and allow for Cisca’s animated reaction to allow no one to focus on how flustered Lando’s words have you. It was one thing to talk with Max about it, if anything you were sure Max had mentioned (more like teased) you two about getting married many times before. But to just so openly mention it, even if he was just messing around, to his family had your head spinning and the butterflies in your stomach ready to burst out like some sick gory horror movie. 

You had always been close with the Norris family ever since Lando and you had become friends, but there was something about their not so shocked reaction (besides Cisca) that had you wondering if they had just always expected Lando and you to end up together. For you two to get married and grow old together. That the idea of it being anyone other than you had never crossed their minds. So that when Lando does casually mention it during dinner it’s like yeah of course you two would get married? Why wouldn’t you? It’s not until people begin getting up from the table that you come back to reality and out of your head. 

Once the mess from dinner is cleaned up you find yourself looking at all the photos across the house. Picture frames filled with childhood photos and family portraits scattered on shelves, tables, and walls. You’ve seen them all before, each one with a story that’s been told you were sure to anyone who visited the Norris household. Pictures of Lando as a child were your favorite to look at, especially when you see just how tiny he was as a kid. Cute little innocent Lando who had to be velcroed to his karting seat and went up against kids three times his size.

As you continue to look through the pictures your mind begins to think about the future and you can’t help but wonder if your kids would be small like him or when they inevitably started karting if they too would have to be velcroed to their seat. If there was one thing you knew for sure it was that you hoped they would have Lando’s pretty eyes and curly brown hair. God you hoped they wouldn’t inherit his big head. 

Then it’s like reality hits you in the face and you realize just how insane you’re being at the moment. You have to remind yourself once again that you two haven’t been together even a month yet, perhaps thinking about your future children is a little premature. But then you remember Lando mentioning you two getting married multiple times already, so you tell yourself your thoughts aren’t as bad as you made them out to be. 

Moments later a familiar pair of strong arms snake their way around your waist and some unruly curls tickle your neck as Lando rests his chin on your shoulder. He’d been admiring you from the doorway for some time before he finally couldn’t resist not clinging onto you somehow. You feel yourself start to melt into his embrace and before you know it you’re leaning back into him, his arms secured around your midsection as both of you now look at the various photos. “You know you were a pretty cute kid.” 

Lando hums in response, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to your neck as he tries to stop himself from thinking about how much he’d love to have mini versions of you two running around. Not right now of course, but god some years from now he could imagine it clear as day. He hoped they would be little spitting images of you, that he’d hear your laughter in little kid form and know that when he came home from a bad race weekend that he’d have the most important people in his life waiting there for him. He’d always figured he’d eventually settle down and have a family, but now that you’re in his life there’s not a doubt in his mind.

While Lando was thinking the same thoughts you had minutes ago an unfamiliar picture on the wall catches your attention. “Is that one new?” You question, breaking Lando out of his thoughts. 

His eyes follow to where your finger is pointing and sure enough it is. In fact it’s a picture he didn’t even know existed. “Mum must have taken it and decided it was worthy of a place on the picture wall.” Lando mumbles. 

“It is a good picture though.” 

The picture in question? The two of you after the Belgium Grand Prix weeks ago. The race didn’t go the way Lando wanted it to at all. Yet, even with the disappointment from the race it was like when he saw you afterwards none of that shit mattered. He knew he was going to get to spend a week with you in Italy and at the end of the day he knew you’d always be there for him. 

To anyone else looking at the picture they would have thought you two were together, but at the point in time you two were still hard headed dumbasses. He remembers posing for the picture with you, but the angle this one is taken at he knows his Mother must have taken it from behind the scenes. She’d caught him looking at you with the biggest heart eyes mankind has ever seen and a smile that only radiates one thing– love. 

Night time was fast approaching and as everyone retired for the night you found yourself in Lando’s childhood bedroom. It still had its boyish charm with trophies and medals lining the walls next to posters of past racing legends. There wasn’t really anything that had changed since the last time you had stepped foot in his room, it was almost like a time capsule from the last moment in time that Lando still lived at home. 

As you take a seat on the twin bed you glance over at the one thing you loved to tease him about and when you see a bare wall where it should be you’re shocked. A freshly showered Lando walks into the room seconds after you’d spotted the missing piece of history. 

“You took down the Alex poster?!” You bombard him as soon as your eyes land on him. 

Lando furrows his eyebrows as he looks over to the spot where the infamous poster once resided. “Yeah.” He says, like it’s no big deal. 

“Why?!” 

Lando’s confused as to why you’re so distraught over him taking down the poster, but he entertains your inquiry. “Maybe because I didn’t want a poster of Alex Albon, who is my co-worker, staring me down while I fuck my girlfriend.” He teases as he saunters towards the way too small bed. 

You know what you’re planning on saying will get Lando riled up and so you say it with confidence. “Well thats what I was planning on looking at while you fucked me.” 

Lando hates how much of a tease you are and how easily you can press his buttons. He thinks he might need to teach you a lesson and in a flash he’s hovering over you with your hands pinned above your head. “You really know what to say to get me going, don't you love?” 

“Yeah but you love it.” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

two years later

The salty sea air fills your nostrils as you walk along the beach holding the hand of the man you love. It had been an amazing week in the country you both hold to your hearts so dearly and tonight was the last night before you both had to go back to reality once more. Lando had suggested taking a walk after dinner and you were never one to pass up admiring the natural beauty that Italy has to offer. The lounge chairs and umbrellas were long gone from the beach and all that was left was the lulling waves and a picturesque sunset over the coastline. 

“I’m glad we were able to come back here.” You state as you lean your head on Lando’s shoulder. 

“Me too. It’s been too long.” 

And it truly had, the two of you hadn’t been back to Italy since the first time years ago. Since then the two of you had moved into a beautiful place in Monaco, Lando had two constructors championships and a driver’s championship under his belt, and you had been dominating your new job– quickly moving your way up the ladder. You were both thriving and it seemed like to you life couldn’t get any better than it was right now. 

Lando on the other hand somewhat felt the same. He’d accomplished so many things in the last couple years, but there was something that just didn’t feel complete in his life. And that something was burning a hole in his pants pocket. He’d won both championships, traveled the world more times than he could count, he’s lived a thousand lives it seems, but none of them would ever feel complete until he made you his wife. 

He’d known very early on that he was going to marry you, but the timing never seemed right and it was something he didn’t want to mess up. In all honesty he’d had the ring for over a year and how you hadn’t found it while living together he didn’t know, but the fact that you hadn’t was a sign to him that this is how it was meant to happen. 

You two had been talking about wanting to go back to Italy since what seemed like the day you got back the first time, but it seemed like something was always popping up or you had plans to go to someplace else. So when your schedules lined up and nothing else had been planned Lando knew this was when it was going to happen. 

He’d talked it over with Max trying to create some elaborate plan, but in the end they both agreed that something lowkey and more sentimental would be the best option. So now here he is minutes away from asking the love of his life to be his forever and she has no idea. He seems to be slyly checking his pocket every chance he can get to make sure the ring is still there and each time he feels it he thinks his dinner is about ready to come back up. 

When you ask him to take some pictures of you with the sunset he knows this is the moment. He actually does take a couple pictures of you just as like a moments before kind of thing, but when you turn your back to him he tosses the phone in the sand and grabs that little black box from his pocket. His heart feels like it’s about ready to beat out of his chest and he thinks he’s experiencing more adrenaline now than he ever has while racing. He gets down on one knee and his hands are trembling so bad he can barely open the box to display the ring. This is what he’s been planning for what seems like years, yet in the moment he’s so fucking nervous he can’t even think straight. 

“Oh my god!” 

He hadn’t even looked up at you yet before you had turned around and saw the scene in front of you. Your voice snaps him out of his anxiety induced trance and when he sees the woman he loves standing in front of him on the verge of tears he knows this is meant to be. 

“Y/N Y/L/N. I’ve known I wanted to marry you since practically the first week of our relationship, but I’ve loved you knowingly and unknowingly for what seems like a lifetime. You’re my sun, my moon, and my stars. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t acknowledge just how insanely lucky I am to have you in my life and for you to be mine. You love me when I’m happy, when I’m sad, and even when I’m a little bit of an ass.” 

He pauses trying to calm himself. 

“God, you’ve supported me through my worst times in racing and during my absolute best times. You’re my best friend, my soulmate, my lover, you’re everything I’d ever need in life wrapped up into one extraordinary woman. I’ve done so many things in life and accomplished so many things, but my life isn’t complete until I make you my wife. I’ve never loved someone like you and I never plan on loving anyone but you. You’re it for me, you’re the person I want to grow old and grey with. So Y/N, will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?” 

There’s tears streaming down your face and Lando manages to let some of his own fall as he professes his love to you in the most vulnerable way possible. You feel like you’re not even in your body at the moment, but you drop to your knees and grab Lando’s face in your hands, pulling him into the most passionate and loving kiss you two had ever shared. To hear the man you love with every fiber of your being talk about you like that is a moment you’ll never forget. When you pull away you look down at the breathtaking ring that’s residing in the box being held by a still shaky Lando. 

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You say breathlessly. 

“Yes?” Lando can’t believe the words he’s hearing. 

A huge smile stretches across your face, of course Lando doesn’t believe you. “Yes!” 

In an instant the ring is out of the box and being slid onto your ring finger. It’s even more gorgeous on and as you stare at your hand you really can’t believe you’re engaged. Lando’s pulling you into another breathtaking kiss and you realize you’re kissing your fiance which makes you feel even more giddy. 

“I love you so much.” Lando says as he stares deeply into your eyes, his hand gently cupping your cheek. 

“I love you more.” You counter back. 

“Impossible.” 

As you two walk back to the villa you’re both still on cloud nine, but it doesn’t stop either of you from being your cheeky selves. “Y/N Norris does have a nice ring to it doesn’t it?” 

You give him a tight lipped smile. “This is awkward… I thought you’d be taking my last name.” 

Lando lets out a laugh, pulling you tighter into his side. “Honestly I’ll do whatever you want my love.” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a year later 

The wedding was planned rather quickly, the both of you almost considering just getting eloped, but you knew you’d want the memories and stories to tell. So, you planned a wedding with just your families and close friends to attend. 

The ceremony itself was beautiful and you couldn’t have asked for it to be any more romantic or sentimental. Tears were shed by both Lando and you and the crowd during your vows. The way Lando talked about you and expressed just how much he loved you let you know you had made the right choice in marrying him. 

The reception on the other hand was what seemed to be the party of the century. You had ditched your long elegant wedding gown for a much shorter white dress. While Lando ditched his suit jacket and had opted to roll up his sleeves and unbutton the top buttons on his shirt which had you feeling feral. You’re husband was looking hot as fuck and you couldn’t wait to have some alone time with him. 

As the two of you sat at the wedding party table you heard the clinking of silverware on a champagne flute. To your right stood Max Fewtrell with his glass held high and everyone’s eyes on him. “Excuse me everyone, but as the best man I’m required to give a speech, so here goes nothing.” He shoots a wink towards Lando and you and you’re scared for what’s about to come out his mouth. “Well let me just start off by saying, I think we all figured this day would eventually come, but for a while we didn’t think it ever would. I mean I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people be more in love with each other for years and not realize it and deny it!” 

The crowd laughs and you feel your cheeks turn pink at the teasing, choosing to hide your face in Lando’s neck for a moment while Max continues. 

“There was a time where we all went on a group trip to Greece and mind you there was a group of us and Lando and Y/N acted like no one else existed. They’d go off and do their own thing, leaving everyone else behind, and this was probably a good year before they finally opened their eyes. Then when they went to Italy together by themselves and made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, when it was all Lando could literally talk about the week leading up to it. Luckily they came back and realized how in love they were with each other, because I know I can speak for myself and everyone in this room when I say we all would have had to knock some sense into you if you hadn’t.” 

More laughter fills the air and both Lando and you have a little red tint to your cheeks, which you both blame on the alcohol. 

“Anyways, I’m so happy that my two best friends have each other in the way they were intended to. You two are my favorite example of love and I hope I can make another speech at your fiftieth wedding anniversary.” Max raises his glass in a toast. “Here’s to the happy couple. May your love last a million lifetimes.” 

The crowd erupts into applause and hoots and hollers as Max sits back down in his chair. Lando presses a quick kiss to your temple before quickly getting up from his chair, repeating the actions of Max’s glass clinking. You look up at him confused, but he just shoots you a smile before speaking. 

“First of all thank you all for coming to celebrate me marrying a woman who’s way out of my league. Secondly, thank you Max for that lovely speech.”

Laughter and cheers fill the air once again and then there’s some commotion in the background somewhere. Then you see two guys wheeling a projector screen to the middle of the room where everyone can see it. 

“Um, I’ve got a little something for my amazing wife that I’ve been working on for years and actually I had been working on it unknowingly for years before that. Anyways, let me stop rambling and show you.” Lando sits back down in his chair next to you as the lights dim and before you can ask him what’s going on his pretty little face pops up on the screen. 

“Hi baby! Over the years of us being together I’ve been capturing pictures and videos of you. Which is nothing new, we are always taking pictures and stuff, but these ones are special. These are pictures and videos that you’ve never seen. Instead of me explaining just let me show you. I love you so much and I want everyone to see the extraordinary woman I’ve married. I want everyone to see you how I see you.”

The screen fades to black and then pictures of you begin to pop up, ones that you didn’t even know existed. You’re so used to Lando having his camera out that you never thought to think of the ones he didn’t show you. Pictures of you in your pajamas making breakfast to you in your work attire to you all glammed up for a gala. Videos of you singing in the car, laughing, and just existing. Birthdays, trips, everything you could imagine someone could capture. Then you realize some of these pictures and videos are from before you two even got together from when you were still friends. 

It makes your heart swell to know Lando’s been capturing you in such a loving way since basically the beginning of you two knowing each other. You don’t even realize your crying until you feel Lando gently wiping away your tears. If someone would have told you years ago before you two went to Italy that you’d be here today married to Lando and crying over the most beautiful thing he’s ever given you, you would have laughed in their face. You look into your husband’s eyes and you know that there’s not another human being on this planet that could love you like he loves you. There’s a permanent place for him in your heart now and deep down you think there always has been. He’s your person and you're his and sure it may have taken you guys awhile to get here, but everything happens for a reason and you know you two were meant to be here at this moment right now. 

“You’re mine forever you know that right? I love you so much it hurts.” You tell him as the video ends and the guests also wipe their tears. 

Lando grabs your hands in his, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “Forever and always, baby.” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

five years later 

A little girl with a mop of brown curls and laughter that resembles her Mother plays in the sand with her Father by her side. “Daddy!” She screeches looking up at him with eyes that mirror his– pretty blue like the water. The waves keep inching closer and closer to the sandcastle they’re building and the little girl is worried their hard work will be washed away any minute now. “I know my love. We should have listened to Mommy and built it further up.” 

“Mommy know’s everything.” She states matter of factly. 

The man lets out a laugh. “That she does.” 

A baby lays on his Mother’s chest as they both lounge under an umbrella. The woman watches her husband and daughter lovingly as they play in the sand. She catches her husband's eye and he flashes her a smile that even after all these years makes butterflies erupt in her stomach. 

Later after a day spent at the beach they’re both carrying a sleeping child back to the villa, their world in their arms. Finally when both kids are sound asleep in their beds the adults find themselves sitting outback with an all too familiar scenery around them. The man leaves for a brief second and while he’s gone the woman watches her babies through the baby monitor, her heart swelling over the fact that she made them with the love of her life. 

When he returns he has something hidden behind his back and with a raised eyebrow from his wife he reveals an old favorite of theirs. 

“The trip wouldn’t be complete without this now would it?” He says as he sits down next to her. 

“God we haven’t had this in forever.” She says as she takes the glass of pink moscato from him. 

“Just a man after your heart.” 

She laughs at her husband's antics. “You’ve already got it darling.” 

[bunny-jpeg]

tangled in me

lando norris

tags: smut/pwp, mafia/mob au, secretary!reader, mob boss!lando, workplace relationships, office sex, fingering, semi-clothed sex, dirty talk

you were losing focus. it was hard to properly focus on what your boss was saying. you could see the maps and the calculator on the desk. you could see everything, it was just that nothing was sinking in.

"we were thinking about putting this here. how does that sound? think we could make it work?" lando asked as his finger dragged across a section of the city.

he sounded so casual, so professional. as if you weren't falling apart over his desk, two fingers, knuckle deep, inside of you.

you took the job because the pay was well. you were desperate after you came to monaco to care for your ailing mother. you didn't understand why she couldn't have moved somewhere cheaper. but you weren't in a position to ask questions, and the opportunity for a well paying job was a relief on your back.

but it felt like you were tumbling. it was a secretary job for a company that worked primarily in the hotel industry. nothing too exciting. except until you found files and read emails, and overheard phone calls. then you realized that it was all a front. yes, the hotels made money. but lando norris was not an owner of a company. he was a mob boss, and you should have known from the tattoos and the scarring across what skin you had seen on him.

it also didn't help that you worked late on friday nights, not because your job was tough. but because you worked the night shift letting lando norris fuck you in his office. or in one of his expensive cars, or in one of his hotels. you were tangled up in him. maybe that was why when you found out about the company's secret, he didn't kill you.

an expensive watch, a pay raise and a few trips on his boat seemed to smooth that over. now at least he could be more open with you. have your face squished against the map of the city, his fingers pumping in and out of you.

your pencil skirt hiked up, nearly ripped and your panties around your ankles. panties he bought for you, told you it was part of the new uniform (you never had a uniform to begin with). he leaned over you, you could feel the hard-on in his slacks up against your behind. your wetness got the front of the expensive pants soaked.

"i have to go away soon." he said lowly, "a friend needs a little help. sadly, i can't bring you with me. shame. i bet oscar would have loved to see you." he chuckled as he worked his fingers quicker, "ever been to austrialia, baby? a long flight for you." he kissed your cheek roughly, "next time i'll bring you. you still need to use your vacation days."

you whimpered, things seemed to haze together. everything felt like it was running on high alert but nothing was piercing your mind. your heart rate was quick, your core was soaked. you were near drooling all over the paper work.

"careful, baby." he cooed, "don't wanna make a mess of my work. because if i make you print out another one. i'm going to fuck you over the printer, and then the photocopier. and then i'll give you rug burn down to your ankles when i fuck you on the floor soon after." your pussy clenched around his digits and he licked his lips.

"sir."

"fuck, always sound so sweet under me." he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them slowly, "taste just as sweet too." he was painfully erect in his slacks. he loved fingering you, but he needed a little release too.

he undid his belt and eyed your slick cunt. a think of beauty. and got his cock out. you were trembling so beautifully, it only aroused him further. he pressed up against you and sank his cock into you easily. you were ready for him, almost slipped out due to how wet you were. he leaned over you, pressed you further into the papers.

"sir." you gasped.

he held onto the desk under you and worked his hips against your ass. his cock fit perfectly. you were a virgin when you met, now you were perfectly accustomed to him. he fit well in you, months of training and working your perfect little pussy all paid off.

he felt bad that he was leaving you behind for so long, but he believed that you'd be so good for him. take care of his office, maybe he'll bring you home a present or two. or take you on vacation and have you not worry about work while he fucked you up against every surface on his yacht.

"perfect." he said.

he moved against you, his pace pushed you up and down his desk. he owned the office, the land on the map, the desk, you. he was worried that he'd have to dispose of you when you found out his little secret. but, when your bottom lip wobbled and you had tears in those beautiful eyes of yours. he couldn't hurt you, but he could train you. make sure you didn't tell the wrong people what he and his associates were up to.

he held onto the desk a little tighter, he worked himself against you. you sounded beautiful. even if you did scream there was no one around tonight. he wasn't going to hurt you that way, but as his thrusts grew more momentum. you'd be screaming a different way.

"look at you, baby. come into my office in those little pencil skirts and the panties i bought you. smelling like that nice body wash you know i like. maybe i should promote you." he said hotly in your ear, "keep you under my desk, between my legs. no more paper work or chasing me down for meetings. just, my fat cock in your mouth."

you shuddered, heat bloomed in your face as he continued to fuck you. it felt so dirty. he could get rid of you and no one would know, but instead he had you splayed out on his desk, his cock inside of you with heavy strokes. he laid his claim, even if he was more of a lover than an employee. you reached for some kind of leverage against the desk as he worked himself inside of you.

"sir."

"mmm, baby. just take it. i know you can. i promise we'll go away somewhere when i come back. i know, i know. dangerous world out there with me gone. but i trust you, baby." his strokes got heavier, he could almost feel the pleasure coursing through you. his tone was heavy, tinged with lust, "nothing hurts my little secretary. next time, i'll bring you. you'll sit in my lap if you have to."

you didn't know if you wanted to be part of his mob world. but, you didn't have much choice in the end. he had you ensnared, you were wrapped up in him. you should have ran ages ago. gone somewhere, talked to someone! but once you saw the budget for that month and saw how much the local police were getting.

even if you ran to them, they'd simply bring you back to lando. and with him in places like austrialia, no corner of the world was safe. you only found yourself accepting him, adoring him. being everything he needed compacted into a single person.

and deep down you knew you loved it. you whined against the desk, you felt the pleasure sear across your body. there was something to intense about it. it felt like playing with fire and you wanted to feel the burn. your thoughts were hazy, no use making major decisions while your boss was balls deep inside of you. one of the most dangerous men you ever met.

you felt yourself grow weak to the allure to orgasm, it crept up on you like a wash of warmth. you closed your eyes and let the feeling consume you. this was heaven, and you were in it with the devil. you held on tightly to the desk and came around his cock. you whimpered and it felt amazing.

lando only continued to fuck you, worked your sweet body up against his desk. against all his hard work. he liked that you took him so well, that it was like you two were pieces meant to be together. as he continued to fuck you through your climax he felt his own near as well.

"you feel perfect, mmm. love it all." he said, "going to miss it when i'm gone. but i'll always come back." he chuckled lowly in your ear, "that pussy just draws me in. can't keep me away forever." he continued his heavy thrusts and it was met with the sweetest moans from his angel of a secretary.

you did take care of all his needs.

with a few more heavy strokes of his hips. he finished inside of you, he didn't bother pulling out. he knew what you spent your health insurance on. while he figured that would be a problem in the future (that little white pill every day), tonight he didn't care. it was just permission for him to finish inside of you.

"fuck, sir." you whimpered.

"that's a good girl." he said, his voice like honey in your head. he then pulled out and rested back into his office chair. his limp cock slick with your wetness and his cum. you looked over your shoulder at him, your expression was blissed out and there was a little drool on the corner of your mouth.

he crooked a finger at you and had a lazy smile, "come clean me up. then i'm taking you home and we're calling the rest of the week off. now c'mon, be a good little employee and do your job."

and even in your blissed out state with your panties around your ankles, you happily did as your boss told you to. <3

a/n: *insert big thumbs up here*

[rcmclachlan]

wind finding

buck/tommy

8x14/8x15 spec fic

I wrote this right before my first morning meeting, so if it's rushed and makes no sense, I'm well aware. Enjoy!

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The very second Tommy went with helicopters, people came crawling out of the woodwork to offer their two cents on everything from industry politics (all dangled carrots and empty promises) to what constitutes a good operator (whoever's actually signing your paycheck at the time) to which jobs would bring in the most money (ditching helicopters entirely in favor of planes) to the best ways to manage stress (avoiding utility altogether).

But the one piece of advice Tommy has never forgotten came from one of his first operators in Afghanistan, who had a face like a mountain crag and every word that came out of his mouth had to first find its way around the wad of dip permanently attached to his bottom gums.

"Being able to find the wind is the only skill you need to nail down, or else you're gonna frag out faster'n you can say 'high as bat pussy'. The odds of being able to see the leaves on a fuckin' tree are less'n nothin' out here, never mind spottin' a fuckin' windsock, Kinard. The second you get in the air, you just listen to your bird; she'll tell you point blank where the wind is, so long as you've got your ears on."

Then Warrant Officer Harold hocked a loogie the size of a crow at the ground and stormed away, shouting, "PRIVATE KEATON, IF YOU DON'T STOP FONDLIN' THAT REFUEL PROBE I'M GONNA SHOVE IT IN YOUR DICK HOLE!"

Twenty years later, Tommy's in the cockpit of his favorite AW139 with the mouth of a glock pressed right above his brain stem, and the second he achieves optimal altitude, he finds the wind.

"You make it look so effortless, like it's just something your body does. Like breathing," Evan had said during their one and only legal flight together, like he wasn't furious that Tommy had woken him up at 3:30 in the morning on his day off to go for a joyride. Even as the sun peeked over the horizon to see if the coast was clear, it couldn't hope to match the sheer brightness of Evan's smile.

If being able to find the wind wasn't practically part of his autonomic nervous system at this point in his career, Tommy'd have no business being in the air at all.

"Remember," the guy with the gun, Remo, murmurs into the headset he'd forced Tommy to give him. "Top of the Aon. We're making the switch there."

"Nakatomi Tower would be better for this sort of thing," Tommy mutters.

Instead of being whipped with the gun, the speaker in his ear crackles with Remo's laughter. "I was more partial to the second film."

Tommy grips the cyclic a little tighter. "That's the worst thing you've admitted to so far."

It's not. Bombing multiple police stations was bad enough, but one of them was right next to a school. The last thing that came through the comms before Remo's buddies hacked it was the 118 being called to 309 Lucas Ave in Westlake North for fire containment and emergency medical assistance.

He glances at the dashboard. Tucked right above the radar is a little photo he'd printed out at his local CVS on a whim while he was getting a 'Happy 80th birthday, grandma!" card for Sal. It's barely anything: a portrait forced to inhabit a 4x4 square, so the quality is extra shitty. But the man in it is smiling brighter than a sunrise over the ocean, and Tommy's heart gives a pitiful thud just looking at it.

Melton would've shit a brick if he'd known about it. Despite what Hollywood would have the general populace believe, having pictures of loved ones on a pilot's dashboard can be a hell of a distraction. It goes against LAFD regs.

But having spent the last month reacquainting himself with Evan's smile and the wild hope that they could have a future together, it felt right to tack the photo up. He was professional enough that he wouldn't let it get in the way of the job.

He thinks of Evan watching him from the bed this morning, tangled up in sheets that smelled like the both of them. He thinks of the blurred, sleep-damp smile on Evan's face as Tommy hid the evidence of what they got up to the previous night.

"You're covering up a masterpiece," Evan had said, voice a little blurred with sleep. "That's some of my best work."

"Let me guess: if I connect all the hickeys, it's gonna turn into a dolphin or something?"

Evan had thrown back his head on the pillow and cackled, and Tommy had thought, We could build a life on this.

Except Evan is pulling tiny bodies out of the ruins of Gratts Elementary, Tommy's got a gun to his head, and Remo's little cell of opportunistic assholes are using the bombings across the city to distract from the 51% blockchain hack they pulled off two hours ago. Tommy doesn't understand crypto for the life of him, but what he got from Harbor's newest probie was something something a blockchain’s distributed ledger was changed and double spending was enabled. At the time, it seemed like a lot of bullshit that boiled down to "they now control the invisible internet money conveyor belt," but at least 200 people are dead, and according to Remo, there are still 70 bombs wired and ready to explode on his say-so.

Unless Tommy flies him and his weird, silent friend to the Aon, where someone's going to be waiting to whisk them away to all points nowhere. Tommy knows exactly how this is going to shake out: the second he lands the bird, Remo's going to bury a bullet in Tommy's brain before disappearing into the wind, leaving the world in shambles. But it won't be enough. Remo will get bored before long—the smart, psychotic ones always do—and then pop back up at some point to do even worse if he has the opportunity.

Ten years from now, they'll make a documentary series about all this. Evan will watch it, because he's contractually obligated to seek out things that will hurt him for some reason, and it'll probably be like cutting open a just-healed wound. He'll spiral until Maddie or one of the others forces him to stop. The series will be called something stupid, like Finding Remo.

That is, of course, if Remo has the opportunity.

Swallowing, throat clicking, Tommy glances at the photo on the dashboard. Evan beams at him from where he's posing like the dorkiest Greek god in the pantheon on top of a boulder somewhere on the Temescal Canyon Trail. That had been a good day. It seemed like the start of a lifetime of them.

He looks away and out the windshield where, up ahead, the Aon stands tall against the sky. But standing taller, and closer, is Library Tower.

Exhaling, Tommy keeps his eyes straight. "Listen, you can put the gun away. It's not the threat you think it is."

"No?" Remo presses the glock harder against the back of Tommy's head, and Tommy stifles a wince. "You think I won't shoot you?"

"Oh, I know you're gonna shoot me," Tommy says, almost cheerfully. He refuses to look any closer at that. "I just don't think you're gonna do it while we're hanging 900 feet above the city."

The pause that follows is probably only a second or two, but it feels like a decade. Finally, the press of metal disappears, and Tommy hears the safety clicking back on.

"You seem pretty calm about all this," Remo says, curiosity making his already light voice positively airy.

Tommy shrugs. "Last year I stole one of these to fly some friends into a category 5 hurricane, then landed it on a capsized cruise ship. This? Doesn't even break a 6.5 on my Crazy Shit-o-meter."

Remo laughs, and Tommy hears the tell tale rustling of the gun being holstered. Thankfully the rotors completely drown out the sound of his heart pounding, which would otherwise be audible from space.

"Let me just say that of all the pilots I could've kidnapped, you're by far the most entertaining."

"Thank you," Tommy says seriously.

Below them, the Walt Disney Concert Hall is lit up for the night's show. They'll be passing the BoA Financial Center, and from there it's only a couple of minutes until their destination.

"Hey, uh, since this does end with me getting shot," Tommy ventures, trying to keep a lid on the massive amounts of adrenaline that are being dumped into his bloodstream. He must be visibly vibrating. "Could I... could I make a call?"

Remo snorts. "Let me guess: 9-1-1?"

Okay, that's kind of funny. Tommy cracks a grin. "Not quite. I have someone... I have someone, and there's something important I need to say."

One of the drawbacks of a helicopter's cockpit is there's no rearview mirror, which would really come in handy right now. He has no idea what Remo's face is doing. He has no idea if he's looking at his silent companion and having some kind of wordless conversation, if Remo is the kind of guy who would grant the last wish of someone he's using.

Finally, after what feels like years, Remo says, "You get ten seconds. You'd better make them count."

He's done more with less. "That's fair. But I'm either going to need you to call it for me or let me hook into an open line."

The air inside the helicopter seems to squeeze inward. "An open line?"

"My... my boyfriend's LAFD." He bites down on the inside of his cheek as they pass the BoA Center on the left, and hopes against all hope that Remo isn't too much of a homophobe to deny the request.

But surprise, surprise. Remo only laughs and says, "How romantic. Urs, get him on an open line to his firefighter boyfriend. It's the least we can do after everything he's done to help us."

Tommy can't see what Urs is doing, but his headset crackles with the familiar static of a live comms line.

"Ten seconds," Remo reminds him. Below them, the roof of Library Tower seems both miles away and impossibly close.

It's all he needs.

"This is LAFD pilot Tom Kinard. Evan Buckley, if you're listening, look in the drawer to the right of the microwave. There's something in there for you." He quietly undoes his harness and kills the engine. "It's yours. It's always been yours."

Just as the AW139 is about to clear the roof of the tower, Tommy shoulders open the door and kicks off into the sky.

The wind is blowing southeast.

+

"N-No, no, no, hey, it's okay, don't fight it, you're okay—hey, I need some help in here! He's waking up! Tommy, they're going to take it out, just wait."

There's a tree trunk growing out of his throat, but trying to move it is impossible, and the effort takes everything out of him. So he gives up, gagging and drifting in and out, then decides to just climb the entire length of the tree to get a look at the view. From there, it's just a matter of finding the wind and floating away with it.

The next time he surfaces, there's something hard over his face, warm and humid, and when the clouds clear from his vision he's able to see two things: Evan's wide-eyed expression of relief, and a giant orange poster board in Lucy's familiar, blocky handwriting that says 2 DAYS SINCE KINARD LAST TAUNTED GOD.

There's a 1 in front of the 2, but it's crossed out.

"Hey!" Evan breathes, and the mattress at Tommy's hip dips a little under his weight. "H-Hey, there you are. Morning! Well, not, uh, morning exactly—it's like 8 o'clock at night—but you're awake!"

"I am." It's muffled by the oxygen mask.

"How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?" Evan leans in, blocking Tommy's view of anything else. He hasn't shaved in a bit, and the hair at his temples looks a little greasy. He's the most gorgeous thing Tommy's ever laid eyes on.

"No pain," Tommy rasps. "M'body's full'f cotton."

Evan smiles a little. "Yeah, they've got you on the good stuff. I can't tell you how many bones you've broken, because it seems like they're still finding them. The doctor did say he'd never seen a pneumothorax quite like yours before, though. He keeps bringing other doctors in to look at your scans. I think a couple of them cancelled their surgeries so they could watch yours yesterday. You're like a celebrity. You've got, like, four tubes in you sucking the excess air out."

For a second, Tommy has no idea what he's talking about. Pneumothorax? How'd he manage that? Lucy's gonna give him shit for the next year.

Then, like a breeze kicking up from the west, it all comes sweeping in. Something starts beeping a little erratically. "Did—did he... he didn't... did... R-Remo...?"

The words are slow and thick, like they have to climb over the broken branches the tree had left behind, but understanding lights up Evan's face almost immediately. He thinks Evan must be holding his hand, because there's pressure on his fingers that feels like it's coming from another room.

"He didn't," Evan says softly, but there's a sparkle of brutal satisfaction in his eyes that Tommy can't look away from. "The helicopter went down like a sack of bricks after you ditched it. It took out the coffee shop in the library. Before you ask: they close at 2:30, so no one had been in there for hours. No one was hurt. Except, well, what's his name."

Tommy closes his eyes and breathes in the canned, almost metallic stuff they're feeding him through the mask. It's so pure, it makes him a little dizzy.

"Good." His sinuses prickle hotly. "Good. That's..."

"Hey, hey, shhh," Evan coos, and Tommy opens his eyes just in time to see Evan press his mouth lushly to the curve of the oxygen mask. Despite whatever they're giving him, Tommy's lips ache with the need to feel that kiss.

"Evan," he whispers.

When he pulls back, Evan's got a wide, almost gleeful grin tugging the corners of his mouth to his ears. He looks like he's about to blow up a Gotham City school bus to try and draw out Batman. Instead, he lifts his left hand.

The lights in the room are low, so the ring on Evan's finger doesn't really glint as brightly as it should, but the light in Evan's eyes is almost blinding.

"Drawer to the right of the microwave, huh?" He laughs a little, like it's bubbling out of him, like he can't stop it. "How long had that been in there?"

It takes a moment for Tommy to pick through the cobwebs in his brain. "Mm... got it... after we did that flight over... hm... Channel Islands."

Evan stares at him, then his bubbly laughter morphs into maniacal cackling.

Tommy glances down at his hands to see if they gave him a button for the pain meds he's on. He's going to dilaudid himself into oblivion.

"That was four months into..." Evan uses their joined hands to wipe away the tears beading on his lashes. "When I asked you to move in, you ran away so fast you left a trail of dust behind you. But you bought an engagement ring four months into dating me?"

"In my defense," Tommy says, suddenly very jealous of Remo for dying a fiery death in the LA Library coffee shop. "I knew... you were it for me. You, on the other hand, had no idea... hm... what you wanted. Asking me... to move in wasn't—it wasn't about me."

Pursing his lips, Evan ducks his head and doesn't deny it, but when he tilts his chin up, the only thing on his face is bare, earnest truth. "I knew I wanted you, Tommy, any way I could have you. I didn't know what that looked like, and not knowing made me... I don't know if you've noticed, but I tend to cling when I panic."

Tommy thinks back over the last month—how every time he showed up on Eddie's doorstep, Evan practically threw himself at Tommy, clutching at him like he was afraid Tommy might go back down the walkway and leave; how getting up to take a piss or grab a Gatorade meant leaving the bed, and the look on Evan's face every time was like watching a car crash—and squeezes Evan's hand. He thinks he does, at least.

"Do you... know what it looks like now?" It takes almost all his strength to get the words out. A wave of exhaustion rolls over him, and he pinwheels a little with it. Kicking his way back to the surface takes concentration.

Evan lifts his hand again. The ring fits his finger perfectly. "It looks like you, about to fall asleep."

Another wave bowls him over, and he fights to keep his eyes open. Lucy's stupid poster blurs like someone's upturned a can of Sprite over it.

"I'll be here when you wake up, and so will half the LAPD and a bunch of people from the FBI. You're the hero of the day," Evan murmurs, and Tommy grumbles a little. "But, hey, Tommy. Before you—how did you know? How'd you know I was it for you?"

Even as he's being pulled down into the dark, he looks up, and he sees the surface roiling, dancing with the light of an old sunrise that couldn't hold a candle to the phenomenon of Evan Buckley's smile.

"Found th' wind," Tommy mumbles, drifting down, down, down. "'s easy. Like breathing."

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something about you / juju watkins x fem!reader PART OF THE $$$4U COLLECTION ‘ i’m tryna do something explicit. you askin me what i like about you, girl how long you wanna sit in this kitchen? ’

summary a few substances and some conversation has juju realizing that no time apart is gonna stop her from wanting you. warnings sexual content, smoking, fingering from lena “in the morning” yeah yeah i’m a liar we already knew that next 🙄🙄 here’s the first post of my lil collection and my first juju fic because y’all alr know… that’s my lil shit.

The chime of the bell is what causes your attention to shift from your spot behind the counter. You’ve been working at the smoothie bar on campus for quite some time now, any chance to get more money in your pocket and your roommates off your back.

It was a slow day today, luckily for you, the wind of southern California kept majority of your peers bundled up and in their own dorms rather than the commons or in the store.

Until now.

You’re cleaning the counter top, paying attention to every crumb that lands on the floor that you’ll have to sweep— when you see her.

It was hard not to recognize her, the typical baggy jeans and graphic hoodie, her Nike dunks thudding across the floor as she walks in, and a slicked back bun, different than her everyday game bun. Anyone on campus would be able to see her and point her out, the Juju Watkins.

But you recognize her for other reasons, as the only person in the world who knew you like no one else did.

You haven’t seen Juju in a few weeks, all thanks to her efforts in bringing home a national championship. But still, even through all that, she never once made you feel left to the side. You were involved in every moment of her life— texts, calls, FaceTimes— Juju made an effort to show you that she really did like you. That she cared.

She walks towards the counter, one hand gripping her wallet and the other tucked into her pocket.

“What’s up, baby?” She smiles, and it makes you smile at how her eyes scrunch together. Juju’s perfume travels over the expanse of the counter and to your nose, smelling just as good as you remember she did.

“What are you doing here, Ju?” You ask. It takes everything in your body to hide the blush growing on your face. By second nature, you start ringing her up for her smoothie— mango and peach with extra vanilla protein.

She shrugs, digging in her wallet for her card. “We ain’t linked up in a minute. I gotta pay my girl a visit, y’know?”

You nod, watching the way the girl never takes her eyes off you, even as she pays for her smoothie. Her card lazily held in the tips of her fingers. “Your girl?”

“Stop playing.” Juju shakes her head.

“Judea. You just tipped me 20 for a six dollar drink.” You groan. She was never shy to make a show of how much she liked you, even if you made it clear that money wasn’t the way to do that. It seemed to have fallen on deaf ears, though.

The only lights left in the store are the ones low ones over the tables and the white light over the blenders, dim, but just enough for you to see the red haze over her eyes. “Maybe it’ll make you work faster so we can get outta here. I just wanna see you tonight.” Juju explains.

“I’m closing tonight, love.”

“Okay? When you finish?” She questions. You ignore her briefly, enough to turn your back and start on the athlete’s smoothie.

It gave Juju the opportunity to run her eyes over you. You wear black leggings that hug the curve of your ass perfectly. Your uniform shirt is cropped just enough to give her a view of your lower back. The bright lime green of your apron is nearly blinding, but also looks beautiful on your skin. She can’t seem to take her eyes off you.

“I get off in 30!” You yell over the sound of the blender, looking over your shoulder to see that nothing you said has registered in her head. “Ju?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. You said what, mama?” Juju blots her lips together, glossy and slightly rosy. They look plump and a part of you wants to jump over the counter and kiss them until all the breath in your lungs gives out.

Her eyes meet yours, and just by the look in them you know she’s not lying about wanting to see you. It’s something, almost a sparkle, that you haven’t seen in so long. She wants you.

“I get off in 30.” You repeat, handing the girl her drink.

“I’ll wait right here then.”

You cradle Deuce in your arms, the dog being quite happy to see you in Juju’s apartment again. Her hoodie is long gone, tossed somewhere on the couch which leaves her in a cropped shirt that puts her abs on display.

The seat of her kitchen counter gives her only a few inches over you as you both talk. That seemed to be what you guys did often, picking each other’s brains apart for any and everything.

“How’s school goin’?” Juju asks in between puffs of smoke. The joint rests lazily in her fingers, teasing her bottom lip. Her eyes are already low, raking over you like you were candy. And the slope of her lashes was not helping you keep your cool.

That’s how it always seemed to be with Juju, she could do nothing— but also doo too much— and you still be completely enamored with her.

“It’s alright. Stressful, but s’nothin’ I can’t handle.” You nod, darting your eyes to the joint she passes off to you. “And you? Though I doubt you’re even focused with all this basketball shit.”

You take a puff, the drug swirling through your lungs and messing with your head before you breathe it out. The slight haze traveling through the yellow light of the kitchen.

“What? I’m focused. Sometimes.” She hums and you let out a laugh.

For as long as you’ve known the athlete she’d claim that school comes first, and then as the season continues it becomes pushed to the back burner. She had one goal— or really two— win a natty, and get the girl. You.

“Just sometimes?”

“Why else do you think I play worse when I see you? You’re the distraction, mama.” Blushed. You’re blushed fucking red. And Juju can’t help but smirk at it, she finds you adorable.

Deuce fights in your arms, and you make quick work of setting him on the floor. “Can I ask you something?” You question her, passing over the joint back.

“Of course.”

Your tongue tingles at the thought of the words about to come out of your mouth. You and Juju liked each other, that was clear— but what wasn’t was why things were still kept under wraps. Why she never asked you out officially and honestly why you didn’t do the same.

“What do you like about me, Ju? ‘Cause you keep sayin’ you do, but we’re not moving anywhere.” You trail off, feeling a little small under all six feet and two inches of her.

She ashes the joint, crossing her arms over her chest before making her way over to you. The tension is thick, almost too thick to even focus on anything other than the warmth that spreads through your body.

“How long do you wanna sit here, baby? I could talk about you for hours. It’s just… something about you, got me hooked from the minute I met you.” She explains. You look at how she plays with her fingers, almost like she was nervous. But you know her, Juju doesn’t get nervous. Especially with you.

“I-I dunno, I just feel like—”

“You don’t think I want you?” She wonders. Juju trails closer, hands pressing to the counter on each side of your thighs. “‘Cause I do. I could show you?”

Don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it. The words repeat in your head over and over again. But she’s standing here, smelling like lavender and something else that’s distinctly Juju Watkins. Her eyes are serious, telling you that everything she’s said isn’t a lie. And then you’re thinking about how long it’s been since you’ve even kissed her, weeks, maybe even a full month.

You remember it like it was tattooed in your brain. Just before Valentine’s day. She came to your job with flowers, much to the dismay of your coworkers. You two drove around for hours, Brent Faiyaz and Frank Ocean filling the car until you stopped at the beach. She kissed you with a purpose, so much so that the air left your lungs and all other thoughts left your brain.

You miss it.

“Show me, Ju.” You murmur, widening the gap between your legs for her to stand there.

Juju doesn’t even waste time. She grips your thigh with one hand, snaking her other into the crook of your neck and pulls you in. Your eyes flutter shut and her lips meet yours. Soft and even sweeter than you remembered.

Her lips glide against your own— slow— like she was savoring the moment. And she was, the tournament was approaching and it wasn’t clear the next time she’d be able to have you like this.

She breaks the kiss and you groan in disapproval, chasing after those plump lips before you can even think not to.

“That’s good enough? Or—”

“More.” You sigh, tugging her back to you by her jeans. “I want you, and I want more.” Juju presses her knee closer to your cunt as the kiss grows hungrier. Her mouth opens further, tongue darting out to slide against your own tongue. Like she was begging for more, begging for entry with a small whine. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you dizzy with need.

Juju digs her hands into the band of your leggings, snapping the elastic onto your hip. “Can I?” She mumbles against you.

It’s your turn to break the kiss, licking the saliva string between you both. Her eyes stare into your soul, deep and full of longing. She’s yearning for you, you see it how she grips your clothes, how her legs just slightly buckle.

“Yes. Please.” You whine, spreading your legs further.

The athlete leans into your neck, sniffing the fruity scent that lingers on you from work. Her lips find your sweet spot as she kisses along your skin. “Smell so good, baby. Taste even better.” She smiles against you.

“Ju, I need—” Your plea is cut off by the feel of her fingers inside your pants. She trails them down to your clothed cunt. Copping a feel of your clit through your panties.

“I know. You’re soaked. Just need me so fucking bad, yeah?” Her voice rings in your ear while her middle finger applied the kind of pressure that made your legs shake. You gush almost instantly, more of your slick drenching the fabric.

You nod fast—anything to get her to speed up—but you mean it. “Need you so bad, pretty girl.” Your hand holds the back of her neck, fingers toying with the flyaways of hair that reside there. “Please?”

“I don’t know, baby. I wanna make you my girl first.” She teases. Her fingers don’t stop, still running up and down your covered slit.

“Ask me.” You pant. Your hips buck up in need, free hand clutching the hem of her shirt.

Juju’s face comes back to view, looking down at you with a smirk she can’t hide, not in the slightest. “Y’sure? Here? Like thi—”

“Fucking ask me, Ju.” You stutter, and she doesn’t miss it.

She can’t miss it. How your mouth hangs open and your pants huff into her ears. You’re dying for it, for more. For anything she can give you.

“Will you be my girlfriend, beautiful? Please?” She smiled. Her fingers hook into your panties, tugging them to the side. Enough for the air to make you shiver, but not enough for her to touch you fully. She was leaving you on edge.

“You make your girlfriend feel good?” “You joke.

“Y’know I will, mama.”

“Then yes. Yes, baby, I’ll be your girlfriend.” Juju’s fingertips brush over your clit. Once, twice— and then the third time, she’s slipping her middle finger inside your pussy. Biting her lip as she does so.

“Take your shirt off.” She orders. Her voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it, at least when she was with you. So you listen. Dragging your hands off her body and to your work shirt. It hits the floor with a thud that is ultimately drowned out by the sound of your moan.

She’s good. Better than you even imagined. Her finger is long, brushing along your g-spot with nearly every stroke. And when she curls them, God, it makes your eyes water.

“You feel so good.” You whimper, gripping the edge of the counter like your life depends on it. Juju relishes in the sounds you give her, not even the moans but your cunt. It’s loud, ringing in her ears as she slips another finger inside.

“Yeah? Who’s makin’ you feel this good, mama.” She asks, holding her bottom lip between her teeth.

Your head falls back, eyes rolling as she speeds up. “Y-you. You, baby. Only you, Ju.” You babble.

“Remember when you used to say you ain’t want me?” She starts, twisting her fingers in and out until your panties are all sloppy and you’re soaking your leggings. “Look at you now, legs shaking. Pussy just screamin’ for me.”

“Juju! Oh, fuck.” You grunt, meeting her halfway with each push of her fingers. Her hand trails up to your chest, squeezing your breast with a haste that makes you want to give her any and everything that she pleases. “I can’t—”

“Can’t take it? Really? ‘Cause I know you’re not a quitter. Ain’t nothing you can’t handle, right?” She hums, pressing her plump lips to your cheek.

You can smell the weed off her breath, the mango of her smoothie. And it’s all overstimulating.

Juju curls her fingers, and she knows she’s hit your spot when you nearly fly into her hold, arms wrapped tightly around her neck.

Your breath hits her ear, alongside the pleas of her name. “I’m so close.” You all but cry.

“Imma make you cum?” The question is rhetorical, she knows the answer. The way your body says all the words you don’t. “Yeahhhh, gonna make it feel good for you, baby. I promise.”

“Fuck, don’t stop! Don’t, Ju.” Your moans nearly make the athlete go blind with arousal. Soaking through her own underwear and they thought of having you finish here. On her kitchen counter.

“Lemme feel it. Cum, mama.”

It takes one more push of her fingers to make you nearly fall off the counter. Your legs tremble and your hands clutch Juju’s shoulders like a fucking life line. She works you through it, leaving kisses along your earlobe until she finally drags her coated fingers out of you.

They travel to her mouth, where she makes a show of licking them clean of you. Your eyes make sure they’re fully open to get the view, you’d rather die than miss it.

“Goddamn you taste good.” Juju groans, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Just something about me, I guess.”

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I have been a huge Harry Potter Fan in my Childhood. Harry Potter was the first book i enjoyed reading. I won a reading contest in my school witha part of the first Harry Potter book. I wanted to become an author in fourth grade because of the books. I wrote my own fantasy story based on the books and i loved pottermore when it first came out. I can emphasize with the Harry Potter Fans who dont want to let go of the series because it means so much to them like it meant so much to me as a child. Often in online debates people get very defensive. Short snappy comments are better for the algorithms and its easier to hate people who still like Harry Potter despite knowing what J K Rowling political stance is on many issues. But I believe you cant convince anyone by just attacking them so here are some general thoughts from me on losing something you used to really really like. Im german and in Germany we have some very old children stories called Struwwelpeter. They seem very cruel to modern readers. A boy for example gets his thumbs cut off because he keeps sucking them. As a child these stories were very disturbing to me. Later i learnt that this story for example was written in a time where children often would die because they would get diseases from sucking there thumbs. Medicine was not evolved enough to save these children and the concept to keep children save by scaring them seemed like a good idea. The fairytales, a lot of people only know the disney version of, many of them also have a more cruel ending for similar reasons. Why am I bringing this up? Context matters to a story. Harry Potter wasnt a perfect story that got ruined by Rowlings tweets in the last few years there are many bigoted ideas in Harry Potter from the beginning. Also just because you liked something as a child it doesnt mean it was very good media. Lets talk about behaviour therapy shall we. The whole idea of behaviour therapy is that you can become a happier person if you change your behaviour (very simplified). The process of that however means a lot of times, that first you are going to be struggling or unhappier then before. Change is never comfortable. Humans love to stay in there behaviour patterns they know and new things are scary. But in the end behaviour therapy does work! If you get over your discomfort you will develop healthier coping mechanisms for example and you will get better. Now back to Harry Potter. Yes it is uncomfortable and sad to admit something you love isnt as good as you thought it was. Yes it can also feel embarassing to admit you were wrong. But to change is to grow. It might sound over dramatic talking about a children book series like this, but giving J K Rowling more money does cause real harm for people (especially trans people) in the real world. Also my concern is if you cant let go of a book you really like how far will it go? What about a person you admired that turns out to be bad for you? What about a political party? Its not nice to be wrong but its something we all have to learn to live with and its ok. You will be fine. This post is specifically about harry potter fans that are not transphobic, terfs or agree in any other way with Rowlings political views ofc Here are some youtube videos about things being wrong in the original Harry Potter series:

(you can also search harry potter bad on youtube for many many more videos)

[imnotlostimlooking]

I hate the Eddie story line that's happening. Like I hate that they are putting him through all this bullshit over a mistake that he made because of years of trauma. And i hate reading stories where people make it out like he was cheating on Marisol. Maybe he wasn't great for sneaking around with another woman but if you really look at it? Nothing remotely romantic or sexual was going on. Eddie saw this woman who was a clone of his dead wife and latched onto her because of this, as if she could somehow solve all the answers he'd never gotten even tho he logically knew she couldn't. They spent a lot of time together and maybe some of the things they did seemed romantic but he was always detached with her.

Its never said in the show but this man was raised (using the term loosely) by a Mexican father in an extremely catholic household and so I'm betting all my money on the fact that when his girlfriend got pregnant at 19 it wasn't HIS choice to get married. Even if he was the one to suggest it, it would have been because it was 'the right thing to do'. He was a baby. Having a baby.

He joined the army and came back with ptsd up the whazoo to parents who were raising his child like he was their own, giving him the love they'd never given Eddie, and a wife who resented him. His wife left him with a child he didn't know how to care for and parents who wanted to take Christopher away from him because he worked 3 jobs to get on his feet.

This man moved to LA and yeah he found the 118 and a family but his life revolved around work and Christopher and 'finding him a mother' which he canonically said. It never even seemed as though he wanted to be dating when he was with those women, more perfunctory than anything, even tho he didn't realize it.

And then he meets this woman who looks just like his dead wife who left him and came back and divorced him and died and she storms his fucking castle in cosplay and forces him to open up when he's clearly uncomfortable with it and his child walks in.

And yeah, it's fucking terrible. Like the worst. Oh my god poor Christopher seeing that. Poor Marisol thinking he's been cheating on her this whole time. But also. Poor fucking Eddie. Poor fucking Eddie because he didn't ask that fucking woman to show up at his goddamn house. He didn't ask her to dress like his dead fuxking wife and try and fix all his trauma. Yeah what he did wasn't right, but he cut shit off and that should have been that. He didn't ask to be fixed and he certainly didn't ask for whatever the hell rhat was.

And then his child calls his grandparents to come get him which is fair cause he's a child right? Kids do things like that. But they come and take him without even a call to Eddie. Their son. Who they are supposed to love and cherish. They don't ask what happened. They don't ask if he's okay. They just place blame and steal his child and Eddie let's them because Eddie has trauma and he 'knows' he's never been good enough for his kid and this is just the nail in the coffin so he should let him go right? And they fuxking take him.

But now? Like moving to Texas? Go get your fucking child and bring him home. He's a child. He does not make the fucking decisions. It should not even have lasted that long that he was in el Paso in the first place. Why is no one telling him that he's the fucking parent in this situation. Why is no one telling him rhat he's good enough. That he's an amazing father. That his parents are manipulating his trauma. That yeah maybe he fucked up but he didn't do anything actually WRONG.

And im reading all this fics where he is groveling and saying or being accused of cheating and im like wtf. Disgusting. I hate it. Let him be fucking A+ parent dad Eddie again cause I'm tired of this shit. Go to his parents house. Tell them to fuxk all the way off. Tell your kid to pack his shit he can be mad in LA in therapy.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Doing Time 7

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, threats, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you try to keep your brother safe in jail but put yourself in danger along the way.

Characters: con/ex-con!Steve Rogers

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You wade up to the surface of consciousness with a bubbling groan. Your skin tingles and your head swirls. You blink away the dregs as the world comes back into focus. A low drone tickles your ears.

You turn your head towards the voice. Steve's deep timbre sends a shiver through you. You bring your hand above the blankets and rub your forehead. His words are hard to decipher as he keeps his tone low and measured.

"Yeah," he comes down the hall and peeks in at you. He grins. "I'll let her know. Oh, yep. She's been working hard. Oh, ho, I'll make sure of that." He leans on the door frame as he watches you. You slowly sit up, perplexed as his hand frames one hip. "I'll talk to you later, Harriet. Yeah, can't wait to meet."

He pulls your phone away from his cheek and taps with his thumb. You furrow your brow and turn your legs over the edge of the bed, clinging to the blanket to keep yourself hidden.

"Was that--"

"Mom's doing well. She was checking in." He nears and puts your phone on the nightstand. "I didn't want to overstep, baby. In due time. But she kept calling and then I didn't want her to worry. She's already got one kid in trouble, huh?"

"You were talking to my mom?" You croak.

"Well, sweetheart, only a matter of time before I meet the family. Already got Vaughn off the list so...:" he shrugs casually. "She's doing well. Asked about you, I assured her, you're good." He turns and sits next to you. He grips your knee through the blanket. "Don't worry, I don't got much family. A good buddy but.. mom went a while ago. Strong lady but not physically."

"Oh, I'm..."

"Spilled milk," he waves away the condolences. "She said your brother called. Got in a fight or something. She said she couldn't understand him."

You grimace, "A fight?"

"Yeah, it's too bad, 'cause I had my guys looking out for him." He looks at the wall and clucks. "I told him to keep himself straight." He shakes his head and turns his focus to you. "You know what, sweetheart, he takes you for granted. They all do. I'm not stupid. I sat in the pen long enough and you were the only person kind enough to check on me. Your mom won't even come up for her own son, she sends you..." his expression hardens. "It's about time you start doing stuff for yourself."

"It's... complicated," you cross your arms over the blanket.

"Not anymore. You got me now. We're gonna do this together." He insists.

"It's fine, I'll call tonight. I'm sure she misheard," you assure him.

"We'll call," he counters.

You flinch. You stare at him. The lines around his eyes deepen. His age only adds to his stature.

"Okay," you agree. What else can you do?

"We're gonna go out," he proclaims. "I'm gonna buy you something nice."

"Steve, you don't-- I don't want to spend your money--"

"My money's mine to spend and you don't need to worry about it. I got more than enough." He stands and rolls his shoulders. "Got myself a suit delivered while you were resting too." He faces you and puffs out his chest. "I take care of mine and you're my girl so you deserve only the best."

You blink then make yourself smile. The sentiment is sweet, it's only him that's terrifying. At least you don't see the truly scary part of him. The part that saw him through prison.

"You wanna know something silly, baby?" He purrs as he tilts his head.

"Um, sure," you gulp as you shiver beneath the blanket.

"You know, the appeal was taking a while. I was getting impatient," he drawls. "That place will drive you mad but you got me through. I just kept thinking of you and I figured, they draw this thing out another year, maybe you could... arrange for a conjugal." He snickers. "I mean, I wouldn't wanna do it like that but you know how to torture a man with those sweet eyes."

He winks and bites his lip. You squirm as your brows lift. You don't know how to respond.

"The more I thought about it though. You wouldn't believe how worked up you had me." He scoffs again. "And now I got you right in front of me, I wanna do all those things I thought of but I don't wanna spoil it. I want it to be perfect. For both of us."

He crosses the room and lets out a deep breath. He stops before you and pets your cheek.

"So I'm gonna buy you something sexy and then we're gonna come back here and I'm gonna fuck you in it," he growls as he grabs your chin firmly. "And I don't know if I'll ever stop."

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"Nah, I don't think black's your colour," Steve takes the teddy out of your hands. It's the only thing in the shop that won't show everything. You suppose it doesn't matter but your instinct is to hide. "How about this?"

He pulls out a light purple bodice. It only goes halfway down the torso. It's embroidered with little flowers but otherwise transparent. It's not the choice you expect; of either of you.

"If that's what you like," you shift awkwardly.

You stick to basic cottons. You're not really a lingerie person. You never felt sexy enough and your track record hadn't given you many opportunities to dress up. Most of the time, you kept your shirt on.

"It's about what you like, sweetheart," he puts the hanger back. "I mean, I'll take you in nothing at all. You know that."

You look around. You're not the only customers in the store. He doesn't care at all.

"You got everything I like built right in," he steps closer and runs his hand down your side. "You got a nice shape, you know that? And those thighs--"

"Steve," you whisper as your eyes dart back and forth.

"I like that about you. You're shy. You wanna keep this between us. I respect it," he pulls away. "Well, let's see..." he turns back to the racks. "This?"

He pulls out the pink polka dot teddy with the open front. It's trimmed in black with a bow under the chest, and is long enough to keep your stomach mostly covered, except for that slit down the middle.

"Pair of pink panties..." he growls. "I mean, I'll ruin them but it'll be fun."

Your lips part. You nod. It's not so bad. Not like the bras with no cups and the thongs made of little more than strings.

"It's nice," you say, trying not to look too long at it.

He lowers the hanger. His eyes pierce you. You meet their stunning blue.

"You know you're gorgeous regardless of what you got on," he affirms. "You got me thinking of finding a restroom and just..." he chuckles. "A man in the pen is like man in the desert."

You fidget and distract yourself in a search for matching panties in your size. He stays close.

"Have I let you down so far?" He nudges you. "Think I've left you... purring."

"Steve, I just..." you grab panties and face him again. "It's... I'm still surprised, is all."

"Oh, well, you know I won't ever lie to you again. Not that that's what I did," he says, "I just wanted it to be... well, the look on your face was worth it."

You hold out the panties, "these go."

He takes them and arches a brow, "getting impatient, huh?"

You chew your lip and nod. Sure, that's what the tremor in your stomach is. It isn't fear. It's anticipation. Maybe if you can make yourself believe it, he will too.

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Your apartment is not your own anymore. Neither is your body. Or your life.

Steve has infected every part of it. Your home, your family, your very being. Your only reprieve is the short time he gives you to 'get ready'; ready for him to take what's left. 

You close yourself in the bathroom and stare at the teddy hanging on the back of the door. A shell of numbness spreads over you and yet your heart is hammering, shaking every part of you. There's a finality that pits in your stomach.

Soft music rises from the other side of the wall. He's ready. He's fearless. He's in control.

You won't waste any more of his time. Funny, how you feel guilty. After what he told you, about waiting on you, you feel like you're wasting his time. He spent enough behind bars for a crime, he claims, he didn't do. That the courts decided he didn't.

It's all so confusing. And scary.

You get up. You undress and change into the skimpy panties and the teddy. You feel exposed. You are. There's nothing left between you and him.

You rinse your face and do your best to tidy up your hair. You don't know why you're trying. The hollowness makes you clumsy.

You face the door. You make yourself leave that room. You're not brave, you're just used to doing what needs to be done. It'll keep Vaughn safe. Your mom too, now he knows about her.

You peek into the bedroom. The walls flicker with the candlelight, a tinge of red in the air as a scarf hangs over the lamp. There are petals all over the floor. The bed has been remade in red silk. He did all this. For you?

"Sweetheart," he startles you as he turns away from the curtains.

He wears only a pair of white boxers, his thick thighs exposed, his muscular middle clenching with tension. You shift your weight and hug your chest. He bites his lip as he comes up to the bed.

Choked to silence, you near the other side. You stare at him and he stares back. His eyes reflect the small flames lit around the space. The music glosses through the air and raises bumps on your skin.

"Come here," he puts a knee up on the bed and reaches across. 

You take his large hand and let him pull you onto the mattress. He's deceptively gentle as he guides you down onto your back. He reclines with you, snaking his arm beneath you. He holds you as he traces your jawline and admires you. You look away shyly.

"You really are the most beautiful creature," he growls.

Your cheeks pinch and you look at him. You press your hand softly to his chest. You push your fingertips into him, feeling the firmness, the strength. You remind yourself that if he wants to, he can hurt you. He hasn't so you'll go along.

His fingers flutter down your neck. You shiver. He purrs and leans in. He kisses you. His warmth seeps through the shell frozen around you. Your hand slips up to his shoulder.

He feels along your chest and squeezes you through the thin cup of the lingerie. He swirls around your nipple as he dips his tongue through your lips. You moan as his touch stirs inside you. Your fear mingles with the fire lit by his diligent tending. He growls into you, hooking his leg around yours.

"You really do fill this out perfect," he runs his hand down the sheer fabric of the teddy, the knuckle of his thumb grazing your stomach. He pulls your leg away from the other with his. "All of you is... made for me."

Your lip trembles. You don't want him to know how afraid you really are. He has enough power.

You slide your hand up behind his head and pull him down. You kiss him, desperately. Desperate to hide, to forget, to survive. Grasping at whatever control you can have over this.

His fingers trail along the edge of the panties; across the top then along the creases of your thighs. He spreads a hand over your thigh and kneads the flesh. You quiver and gasp into his mouth. 

His breath plumes out hotly as he drags his fingertips along the narrow crotch of the panties. He rubs you through them. He pushes along your clit, the friction hot against the lace. You moan again, your mouth slipping from his as you loop your arm around his neck.

You squeeze your thighs around his hand as he teases you. He buries his face in your neck and nips you as he slowly builds his tempo. Twisting your nerves around his touch until you're writhing and whining. You his and clasp onto his bulging bicep. He snarls and puffs into the crook of your neck.

You cum in a series of spasming waves. You soak through panties as he hums and chuckles along your throat. He pushes beneath the fabric and starts again, unwinding you as he flicks up and down.

The second orgasm has you clutching at the pillow. You dig your heel into the mattress and arch your pelvis, quaking as you ride out the thrill. His fingers slip through your juices and he pokes at your entrance.

He lifts his head, his silvery blonde hair drooping forward. His blue eyes bore into you as yours roll back. He growls as he prods at you.

"Look at me, sweetheart,"

You gasp. He drags his finger across your entrance.

"What'd I tell you?" His voice turns gritty.

You bat your lashes and look at him. His pupils are large and dark. They swallow you up as he pushes two fingers against you, slowly parting your cunt around their breadth. Your lips form and O and you gasp again. You clasp onto his wrist as he delves down to his bottom knuckles.

"Gotta get you ready for me," he leans in to nuzzle your cheek. "Once I'm on ya, I don't know if I'll be able to stop."

[honeymilktea-444]

🖤⋆˙⟡ how will u wrap up year 2025 ? ⋆˙⟡🖤

(because of course you’ll make it to the end of this year, and you will be just fine <3)

hi my babies! Breathe in and breathe out and choose which ever pile or piles you’re drawn to. Enjoy, take what resonates and leave the rest. Left to right. 1–>2–>3 and so on. • please excuse any typos, sorry in advance • muah! 💋

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⋆˙⟡ pile one ⋆˙⟡

hi my babies, you will be wrapping up your 2025 in a big pile of success. It does not have to be on a grand, unrealistic scale but whatever success means to you, that’s how you’ll be wrapping up the year of 2025. This year you might be picking up a side business or a new creative venture and it will be picking up at a rapid speed and generate quick success. You’ll quickly start to monetize off of it, and by the end of the year this will be bringing in a steady, flow of income. It’ll happen very fast. This could be anything but I am picking up nails, or hair. For others this could be sewing, baking or culinary arts, and/or designing things. For others of you if you have a certain field you are already in but you’re doing it full time as an employee, you might start to freelance these services on the side for extra money and it’s going to take off really fast and bring you a steady flow of extra income. It may actually inspire you to go into business for yourself. For example if you are a web designer for a company, you may start to offer web designing services as a freelancer on the side and you’ll actually build a steady clientele and be able to eventually start a business and/or it’ll simply create a steady side income flow that helps you a lot with your daily life and expenses. Some of you are actually web designers for real, others I am sending finance. Bookkeeping, accounting, and for a small few you guys are admin assistants and will have started a side virtual assistant business. For some this involves schooling or a certificate, once this is completed and it may be by the end of the year, you’ll end up finding a job VERY quickly in your desired field. For some, you might find a job in your desired field befit you’ve even graduated and you’ll be wrapping up this year employed as fuck, go you! hehe ☺️🥰

For others this could be a relationship with someone new, that you met (I am getting online dating) and this relationship took of quickly or will take off quickly and bloom into a solid connection with promise of becoming something stable, and long term. Indicating that you’ll wrap up 2025 in a successful committed relationship. I had an urge to say marriage, so it may be that for some. I am picking up the song Chapel by Kehlani, so some of you will impulsively jump the broom and or are thinking about it now, or will meet someone that wants to do that with you; you will agree to it or they will and that’s how you’ll wrap up 2025. It will be a success and no you won’t regret it. So if any of the things mentioned in this pile is what your current dilemma is, let this be the confirmation to do it. Or these things may come up in the year, this is letting you know when they do come up to not contemplate on it, just go for it because I am seeing that by the end of the year you’ll be swimming in success, and great outcomes. It may seem crazy or if it’s not crazy it’s just something that makes you nervous, but by the end of this year you’ll laugh at yourself for being so nervous because it will literally turn out more than fine. For a small few of you this could be sex work, or someone asking you to move in with you impulsively even though you two just met. It will go well love bug. I’m also getting the nudge to reassure you that you are safe, and you will live and be just fine. Good luck and great job Pile 1. 🫂

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ㅤ hi my pile two babies, immediately for this pile, I channeled two songs; which were You’re on your own kid by Taylor Swift & Ice Cream Man by Raye. So you’ll be wrapping up 2025 free and on your own. It does not have to mean that you’re single but you will be no longer be attached to a certain community of people. This is done by choice. You could wrap up 2025 in a state that is no longer your hometown. I heard “finally”. Random side message but some of you might get a text message while reading this pile lol. Anyways, this move might have been a long time coming, but for some you were stuck in something or for whatever reason it took a while. This could be a community of friends, a hometown or a family. For some TRIGGER WARNING you could have gotten sexually assaulted or something of that nature and by the end of this year you’ll be in another state or will have completely abandoned this community that is involved or close to whoever may have harmed you. You’re going to simply pick up and go and start over. I don’t feel like this is running from your problems, you genuinely want to move away from toxicity and people that mean you no good. You are constantly being triggered in this environment and there could possibly be people who triangulate you in support of this abuser. You will literally never see or speak to these people again is what I’m picking up. Hell will completely freeze over before these mf’s hear from you. For some you may change your name or something personal, maybe your number. You’re going to clean your life up and live the life you want to live and heal. Kudos to you, it seems you’re breaking a cycle. You don’t have to stay around people just because they’re family or you’ve grown up somewhere. You have the right to go and heal, and leave horrible people to rot. A very specific message is some of you have a parent who passed away who should have cut the family off, but they didn’t. They may have wanted to move states but they didn’t. You will. They are proud, they are guiding you and they are protecting you the whole way through. Don’t worry about if the people you’re leaving behind will get there’s because trust they will be dealt with; you just focus on your healing, your safety, your comfort, your health, your glow up and your bag. Focus on your mental health as well.

For a very tiny small few in this pile by the end of the year your lover or romantic interest that you may be on the outs with will cut their toxic friend group off, or family off because they are serving as 3rd parties in the relationship and it’s affecting the relationship negatively and you’re literally not speaking to them or you’ve put your foot down or in some way have made it clear that you aren’t dealing with that shit. For others, you’ve met someone online or randomly and very early on something happened with a third party or a friend from a toxic friend group got involved and you quickly exited stage left and they realized very early that you don’t play that shit so they’ll be making the necessary changes and that’s how the year will be wrapped up. I’m channeling the song bed chem by Sabrina Carpenter and Nurture by Sabrina Claudio , so someone could be a Virgo or have the name Sabrina, or have the initials C.S or S.C , or have a C name. Someone’s last name could be Smith, or Scott. I’m picking up the song wacced out murals by Kendrick Lamar someone’s name could be Terrell, or this is your persons name, or someone here could be a Gemini, Scorpio sun or moon, or have a Pisces Moon. Sag, or Capricorn. I’m also hearing 30 for 30 by Sza and Kendrick. Someone’s moon could be in Gemini, someone here could be a Taurus. When this cut off happens this persons family or past toxic friends could throw a huge fit; they should completely ignore them, literally pay them dust and I’m seeing you and them will ignore them, this could be true for you too if this is you doing this for a partner and also for those I mentioned above that are leaving a toxic environment.

I am also getting that if it’s not this intense for a few of you, (because for most this is exactly what it is) — you’ll be doing this simply because it’s what your soul has yearned for since a child. Your spirit and personality naturally belongs in whatever direction or area/scene you’re into. I’m picking up the line “I didn’t choose this town, I dream of getting out” by Taylor Swift, you’re own your kid. So, this town, or area, or scene or lifestyle was a great fit for your parents not you. You were just born, you didn’t choose this specific state or lifestyle. For some of a small message I’m hearing is you may be gay/lesbian. Or queer. That may be significant because I’m seeing festivals and flags. But, you’ll wrap up this year free from things that didn’t serve you. It took a while to figure out the plan and muster up the strength to face these things alone but by the end of the year you can say that you fucking did it, you have a piece of mind, you stood your ground and stood in you truth and boundaries, knew your worth and added tax, and everyone else can quite literally go fuck themselves. If no one tells you or has told you yet or at all, I’m proud of you Pile 2. Period. 💖🫂☺️

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ㅤhi my pile three babies, you will be wrapping up your 2025 in solitude going your own path in life. I am not particularly getting that you will be completely by yourself, as it could be you a very small circle, or just you and your partner or companion or whatever have you. This is more so your life path and where you will physically be. I was channeling Alice and wonderland painting the roses red, as well as a song called First Life by Kehlani. Specifically, a line called “and these skeletons keep haunting me, wishful thinking; that they’d go away, if I wish them bad, if i painted them red” referencing the Alice and wonderland allusion that i just mentioned. You could be wrapping this year up in a romantic situation that is very private between you and that person. No one could know that this situation or relationship exists. It could be very private, and also with a new person that is not related to your past or an ex. You also could be starting over in your life somehow, revising, and acting like certain things have never happened. I am channeling tattoo removal. So, some of you could be getting your tattoos removed by the end of this year or saving up for it, for some by the end of this year you’ll be covering up a tattoo of your ex’s name, or removing it if not just general tattoos. You may have skeletons in your closet, things you’ve done to others, things others have done to you, things in general that you’ve just done and are in a different headspace. I get the feeling of being dirty. This is not saying you are actually dirty; but you may feel dirty, you may wish you could scrub your thoughts, memories, and past away. Some of you may have bodies that you regret. For others, you may be deleting things off of your social media; I’m picking up old Facebook posts. Old remnants scattered around your social media that’s proof of the people you’ve dated like paragraphs to ex’s for their birthdays or anniversaries etc. You have this energy of wanting to completely scrub and wipe your slate clean and start over. This could be to be with someone or this is simply because your mind is in a different place, you see things and yourself more clearly, or for some you know the truth. This is how you’ll be wrapping up 2025 somewhere completely new and fresh from where you started, and in the process of and making progress towards cleaning up your life, especially your digital footprint. For those of you that won’t be dating anyone at all, this is still true for you however it’ll just be done alone and privately as I do pick up that’s what some of you are preferring right now. Also, for a small few of you, this is happening with someone you reconcile with, it’s that energy of just wishing everything in the past didn’t exist and you two start over and swipe it all clean. Some of you will be cleaning your credit up and you’ll be wrapping up 2025 making progress towards that. I am also seeing someone clean their body, their hair, and their room/environment SPIC AND SPAN clean. I’m seeing those scenes from SpongeBob when he cleans something and the scene shows cleaning bubbles and sparkles. It’s giving that. Some of you may be obsessed with cleancore, cleantok, cleancore asmr. I’m channeling clear mind subliminals, and also Amanda Rose’s tiktok, so a lot of cleaning and rewiring of the brain. I’m also picking up Zoloft. So some of you are getting mental health support and that’s why you could be feeling the need to scrub your brain and environment, your mind feels scattered and “crooked” . You guys could be neurodivergent, I’m also hearing the word manic as well as the song Border by Kehlani. A lot of choices from your past could have been made because you were in a spiral moment that is often caused by whatever mental health condition you have, I am hearing psychosis, or the term “crashing out”. The line from the Kehlani song I’m hearing is “You could be an angel bae and I wouldn’t know it, I wouldn’t give a damn no way”. So you weren’t seeing clearly.

You may have hurt people that weren’t out to get you, or you could have been hurt by ppl that intentionally took advantage of a time where they knew you weren’t in your right mind. I’m hearing drugs, some of you did things when you weren’t sober, some you were TRIGGER WARNING drugged. Others of you may have just been hazy because of what you were going through, because I’m hearing Escapism by Raye. Some of you were grieving a loss of whatever kind, heartbroken or just not doing well emotionally and people knew that and took advantage. ㅤYou also may not have been in a place of being able to listen to others or others you. Either way you’re wrapping up 2025 cleaning up the mess and being in a completely different place or well on your way to be. There’s this energy of wanting to completely revise your life. you will be in either a new home environment, new state, and completely focusing on yourself and your healing and acting as if these people, and these events never existed. you could be listening to revision subliminals on YouTube. or are being advised to. Don’t look back. Rebrand yourself into what represents who you truly are when in a clear mental space. I do this is exactly what you will be doing. For some you will change your look into something that’s representative of who you really are. For some of you, your true style is something more grunge, or gothic, or you just have a darker palette that you truly like. navy blues, grey, blacks, reds, burgundies those type of colors bring you comfort and neutralize your energy or you’re just more gravitated to and by the end of the year you’ll be fully embracing that, or coming back to it if you’ve abandoned it for whatever reason. it could be the other way around as well, you could start to wear lighter colors, pastels, coquette styled things, cottagecore, earthy, bohemian etc instead of the more grungy, or dark colors you’ve been wearing because it’s simply not you. and you want to shed anything that isn’t you. There also could be an idea you have that you will be putting into action by the end of this year because you’ve finally organized your life and got yourself situated. Before you were very scattered and had to tend to stabilizing yourself. you’ll be wrapping up 2025 authentically you and in the midst of creating a new life for yourself. you will literally deny even knowing some people. you’ll block them, you won’t claim them. it’ll be as if it never happened. you’ll be doing to your past, what Mariah Carey does to J-Lo. Giving very much “I don’t know her” and it’s making me cackle so bad lmao. That’s all I have for you my pile three babies. Love you, and see you in the next reading. 💋

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hi my pile four babies, immediately for this pile i get that you may love sabrina carpenter. you could have done a lot of crying to her album emails i can’t send, and you may be doing a lot of healing and repairing yourself to her album short and sweet. very specific but some of you who chose this pile could do workouts to her short and sweet album. some of you could have recently done a youtube dance workout to please please please, or a treadmill workout to espresso or both. or workout in general in the gym to her albums. i specifically channeled lonesome by sabrina carpenter , the specific line where she says “if i fall in love with my problems will they leave me too?” so some of you could have ghosted or discarded by someone. they could have left you or ghosted you for someone else, and/or you may have been waiting for them to respond to you, or reach out. you could watch or read a lot of no contact readings etc. You’ll wrap up this year healing from this situation. You’ll be deciding to completely let this situation or person go. By the end of this year, you will intentionally make it to where even if they wanted to contact you, they can’t anymore because you’re moving on and realizing you deserve better. You could be healing your self concept or deciding to by the end of the year. you could be listening to self concept subliminals on youtube. or drowning yourself in healing, worthy, “divine feminine” affirmations for some. If you aren’t doing that now, you should as i do see your mentality will do a huge shift by the end of this year. Or will be by the time you wrap up this year. If you haven’t been ghosted, you may wrap up this year with less of a yearning for love and more satisfaction with where you are in life, and with more of an ability to romanticize your everyday life on your own.

For others, you’ll wrap up this year shedding and rebranding your aesthetic and mental health. You could be in a bad depression, right now or have been this past year and you’ll wrap up this year with better mental health. For some, you’ll be on medication by the end of this year, and that will allow you to wrap up the end of this year in a much healthier mental state. You may wrap up this year being kinder to yourself and others because of this. For some you may be on weight loss meds by the end of this year, for others you may be in the gym, or have a consistent at home workout routine. I’m channeling “Glowithjo” on youtube. you may consistently doing Pilates and Yoga at home. Or pole dancing, or ab workouts. you may wrap up this year, learning to perfect your makeup routine. you may love korean style makeup and may be learning how to perfect the skincare and makeup routine, and finding what works for you. You may wrap up this year finishing your list of movies, or books on your TBR list.

For others of you, you’ll wrap up this year with a new perspective on life and your past experiences. You’ll have so much emotional freedom and peace, you won’t be attached to things that robbed you of your peace of mind. Your head will be clear. I keep getting mental health. Your mental health will be soooo much better by the end of this year. For others you may wrap up this year with a better intuition. You may study spiritual topics and meanings and be very well versed in your specific topic. You could get better at your divination skills by the end of this year. For others you’ll wrap up this year studying psychology, or social work, or something of that nature. If you will not be completing it by the end of this year, you’ll be studying it and excelling in your classes. Or simply have better understanding because you picked it up as a hobby.

Lastly, for others you’ll be doing a specific art medium by the end of this year, and you’ll wrap the year up being more skilled and possibly posting content as it pertains to whatever art medium you’re doing. You will receive such positive feedback. You won’t really have any hateful or rude comments on your content, as some of you are very anxious as it pertains to that. Your viewers will be very soft, gentle and sweet. For some this could pertain to writing, painting, and/or possibly spiritual work it could be anything. I did channel baking, and cleaning as well as plant or gardening content and lifestyle vlogging or silent vlogging. Some of you may be changing your room to a more bohemian earthy styled bedroom, and may have vines hanging on your wall. Some of you may wrap up this year having booked your first acting, or modeling gig. For others a screenplay. Some of you may also wrap up this year being accepted to and attending a prestigious school or arts school of some sorts. I’m channeling Elle Woods. All in all you wrap up this year healed, or healing. You’ll have such a clear mental state, and sharp intuition. You won’t be able to tell that you were in some of the heavy pain or fogginess that you began the year will. You’ll feel lighter by the end of this year, free, as if you’re floating. You’ll be content and satisfied with where you are in life, so much so that you won’t see the need in changing much around you. You’ll be content with who you are, how you look, and what you have. You’ll wrap up this year happy to be alive, and for some you haven’t always felt that way. I’m happy for you pile four. Give yourself a hug you truly deserve it. You got through it. See you in the next reading my loves. <3

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[saphiccarma]

- Post Bellum

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary - After you ran away from sex with your girlfriends, you've been broody and upset. A work event is just the thing you need to fix that.

Warnings: 18+ Men and Minors DNI oral (rio receiving), strap on (r receiving), angry/hate sex, 'lil smidge of car sex (not really tho), thigh grinding (A doing the grinding), lil bit of nipple play, switch!Reader, switch!Rio, top!Agatha, some elevator kissing, crude language alcoholism

A/N: ...Prepare yourselves. Lowkey kinda proud of this chapter and holy shit guys I actually really like it. The smut was super fun to write.

Arms crossed over your chest; you leaned against a firm cool wall. You clutch a flask between your fingers, curling around the cold metal that holds the one thing that keeps you calm, and you bring it to your lips. The alcohol slides down your throat like fire, almost like fine grains of sand that almost choked you.

You shouldn't be drinking while on the job, but you were being moderate with it. Besides you had a high alcohol tolerance anyways. Eyes narrowing, you tighten your grip as you notice a woman talking up your...clients? Girlfriends?

You weren't sure where the three of you stood. Since you'd frozen during sex last time, you pushed them away, holding them at arm’s length like you did with everyone else in your life. Agatha let you, she respected the boundary you set and let you keep it.

Rio did not. The younger woman pushed and teased in hopes to break down your walls once again. It worked the first time, the first time you let her - her charm luring you in, but you learned that you weren't ready for them to see the parts of you that came home from war.

Your jaw clenches as the woman openly flirts with Agatha, even with Rio right next to her. It's a monumental task not to storm over there. That wasn't your job, your job was to protect them and unfortunately someone flirting wasn't physical harm.

Brown eyes meet yours and the formers sparkle with mirth. The brunette raises a perfect brow, tilting her head as if to invite you over, but you stay stubbornly in your spot. Taking another swig of the drink, you shake your head subtly.

Rio's nostrils flare in annoyance and her tongue presses against her cheek. Tauntingly, while maintaining eye contact, Rio boldly slides her hand her to Agatha's ass, squeezing it. In return you grind your teeth together so hard that you think they might crack.

Jealously bubbles in your chest, hot and burning, similar to the scorching sun of the deserts and the heat of an iron. It's wrong to be jealous, Agatha isn't even your wife or in an official relationship with you. Rio's her wife. Her partner, the person she chose to spend forever with.

And you were not.

All that you were here for was to protect them, nothing more. This was a job for the cash, for the money, not to make personal connections. Your heart clenches in protest and you exhale sharply to expel some of the feelings raging inside you.

Seeming to notice you’re not very subtle tense state, Rio pats her wife's arm, whispers something in her ear before sauntering over. She sways her hips intentionally, shoes clicking on the tile floor, and hands tucked into her suit pockets.

She wears a black suit, the first few buttons undone, a white shirt underneath and dress shoes to match the outfit. Her lips are coated in a perfect shade of red that highlights her eyes, and you hate the way you instantly stare at her face.

"How's it going?" She leans her shoulder on the wall, crossing her arms to mimic her stance. In an attempt to mock you, she puckers her lips and furrows her brows, "Look at me, I'm brooding in the corner."

You roll your eyes at her tone, "I'm not brooding. I'm keeping watch, that's what you hired me for, remember?"

As hard as you try, you can't keep your tone sharp, harsh - anything to push her away. Instead your voice comes out flat, but with an undertone of care and self-deprecating loathing. Rio counters your words with an eyeroll of your own, reaching out to flick your forehead with her nail.

"I thought we were past that."

Emotions rage inside you. A mix of frustration, hate, love, care, annoyance, they all mingle together to form a complicated jumble you can't make sense of. Emotions were never your thing, not since you joined the military.

"No," you reply slowly, working your jaw as you figure out a response, "We're not."

Hurt flashes in her eyes and you instantly regret your words, wanting to reach out and brush a stray strand away from her face, to kiss her lips softly, and most importantly to apologize for your behavior. But you don't, instead you lean back to place more distance between the two of you.

Rio doesn't let you, instead getting right up in your face. Her breath is warm as she exhales and her nails dig into your wrist when you try and pull away. There's a darkness in her eyes that should scare you, yet it only makes your thighs clench together.

"Drop the attitude," she hisses, "You're scared, aren't you? Scared that you'll fall in love. Well fucking news flash, you have."

Uncaring for the people she crashes her lips onto yours, one hand tangling into your neck. She bites your lower lip and you gasp softly, allowing Rio's tongue to plunge into your mouth, swiping along the inside of your cheek.

Everything in you screams to pull away, to shove her back and maintain the distance you carefully formed. Despite your feelings, your body reacts on instinct, pulling Rio close and uncaring for the crowd and reputation Rio has to uphold.

The minute you try and gain control of the kiss, Rio pushes back, forcing you to submit as your tongue and teeth clash.

"Admit it," she murmurs against your lips, "You've fallen for my irresistible charms. And that terrifies you, more than you're willing to admit. Because you don't know how to love anymore, do you? Tell me I'm wrong."

You purse your lips together in a hard line and glare at her. Her words hit too close to home, touch too deep and you hate it. It's a feeling that makes your gut curl in a way that reminds you of being tortured and you dig your nails into your hand to ground yourself.

"I'm. Not. Scared." The words are dragged out of you painfully, each word sandpaper on your tongue.

Rio scoffs and maintains eye contact for a moment before pulling back. She gives you a smirk, one that says more than words, and flips her hair over her shoulder. Without another word, Rio stalks back over to Agatha, not sparing you a glance.

Instead of storming after her, you pull out your flask and take another swig of the drink. Agatha glances over her shoulder to look at you, thin straps of her dress threatening to fall off her shoulders to clearly reveal the smooth skin beneath.

Pulling your eyes away from her shoulders, up her neck, you meet her eyes. She tilts her head, a silent question and her gaze flickers to Rio before back to you. Subtly, you shake your head, letting more alcohol flow down your throat.

It makes your veins warm, heat flooding through your body that had nothing to do with the way Agatha was looking at you. Absolutely nothing. You can feel the familiar comfort of the drink settle over you, an indication you'd drunk too much while on the job, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

The world buzzed around you; your surroundings blurred by the haze in your mind. All you could focus on was the two women in front of you. They were stunning, crafted by the gods themselves and placed onto earth just to taunt everyone else.

With Agatha's sharp cheekbones and oh god her nose, so kissable and you loved feeling it brush against your neck when she would kiss you. And Rio's figure, slim and shaped to perfection from how often she worked out.

Of course you weren't with them for their bodies, but it was an added bonus that they looked absolutely divine.

As the party drags on, you end up filling your drink at the bar. It's a bad idea, you know that, but it makes you feel fuzzy. It helps in a way that nothing else can. The sun has long since set and the people are now dwindling, with only a dozen or so left.

"Ready to go?" your head snaps up at the sound of Agatha's voice and you hadn't even realized you looked away. Eyes slightly bleary, you nod shakily, tucking your flask back into your jacket.

Blue eyes narrow in on you, suspicious and wary, but she doesn't say anything as you escort the two of them out of the large building. You jam a button on the elevator, standing off the side as you wait. Rio takes the opportunity to loop her arm through yours.

You stiffen and clench your jaw, refusing to look at her as you stare straight ahead at the elevator. A finger, cool to the touch, guides your chin to meet her eyes.

"You've been drinking," she observes with a hum, tilting her head and nose twitching slightly. It reminds you of a rabbit.

"So have you," you scoff, subconsciously leaning into her touch, soft and cold and so so nice, "So has Agatha."

The older woman glances in your direction with a raised eyebrow, a clear warning sign not the drag her into the conversation. Huffing out a breath through your nose, you glance back at the elevator, praying for it to come so that you can leave and get in the car.

Rio shrugs flippantly, eyes sparkling and leans up to press a kiss to your cheek, "Yeah but you are working." Her voice is almost sing song as she taps your cheek, sharp nail brushing against your skin.

Finally, the lift dings, a button on the top lighting up as the doors slide open. You usher them into the confined space and realize how bad of an idea it was. The minute the door slides shut, Rio has you pinned against the wall.

You were strong enough to fight back, but her lips are on yours and you don't get a chance to. It's pathetic how you melt into her, mouth parting to grant her tongue access and fingers tangling in her hair. Agatha snorts, an amused smile playing on her lips.

"Rio, I thought we agreed to give her space," Her tone is casual, as if her wife isn't kissing you senseless right now.

A strangled moan, swallowed up by Rio's mouth, escapes you as her thigh presses between your legs. It's a delicious pressure that knocks the air from your lungs. You pull at her hair, gasping when she pulls away from the kiss.

Instead of giving Rio a chance, you tug her head back and attach your lips to her neck. Violent kisses, sloppy with an open mouth and wild teeth, trail along her neck. She laughs softly, grabbing your shoulders to steady herself, and you flip the two of you around.

"Fuck you," you grumble, pushing her suit aside to kiss along her shoulder, "So fucking persistent."

She exhales shakily before giving a response, "Well it's currently working."

The slender collum of her throat is bared to you and you take advantage of that. Hands settle on your hips, but they're far too heavy to be Rio's and they slip under your shirt. Agatha brushes against your jaw and she presses the most tender of kisses to your jaw.

"Someone's aggressive," she murmurs, hands brushing up against your sides and then back down again, "I figured you had it in you, I was just waiting to see it."

You don't give her a verbal response, just biting down hard on the juncture between Rio's shoulder and neck, letting the other woman give a whiney moan. Smirking into her neck, you let that be the response for Agatha instead.

Her teeth scrape against your skin and you shiver, pausing in your own movements.

And just to interrupt the moment, the elevator drops to a stop, pinging to signal it. You pull apart from the brunette women, smoothing down your outfit and taking a deep breath. Rio leans against the wall for a moment, catching her breath before she straightens out.

"Car," you say stiffly, not meeting their eyes as you cross your arms and guide them out. Agatha rolls her eyes fondly but lets you, dragging Rio with her.

They both climb into the back seat of the car and you slide into the driver’s seat. Starting the car, you pull out of the parking lot, hands clenching around the wheel. A wet sound draws your attention to the backseat.

You glance at the review mirror, knuckles turning white as you notice what they're doing. Agatha has her hand cupping Rio's neck, holding her close and Rio is grabbing Agatha's hips. Their lips are locked together in a slow dance of love.

Jealousy, a feeling you have no right to, boils beneath your skin and you turn back to the road, but it's not an easy task. They grow louder, small sounds coming from behind you, and you can hear a seatbelt unbuckle.

You almost think the steering wheel might break with how hard you're gripping it and you swear steam is coming out of your ears. Reaching over the crank up the A.C, you pull on your collar as the car heats up. It's nothing compared to the desert sun, but the warmth was nearly unbearable.

"Agatha," Rio's voice is a low moan and you risk a glance back.

Agatha's hand is beneath her pair of slacks and based on the look on Rio's face, is swiping through the younger woman's folds. The sight makes you swerve slightly, drawing Agatha's attention. She smirks, lips curling upwards teasingly.

"Focus on the road," she chides, turning back to Rio. It takes great effort, but you obey, pressing down on the gas to go faster. Their house comes into view as Rio's moans grow louder and the seats creak from their movements.

Every so often your eyes flick back into the rearview mirror, and it makes your stomach tighten and your fingers curl around the wheel. Slamming the car into park, you're out of your door in an instant. You round to Agatha's side of the car.

A rare side of you is showing as you drag her out and then Rio, dragging them into the house. The door is kicked shut and you stomp up the stairs, ignoring Rio's yelp and Agatha's annoyed huff. All you care about it getting them into the bedroom and fucking at least one of them senseless.

"Strip," you order, turning to face Rio. You would have better luck with her than Agatha.

She rolls her eyes and yanks her arm out of your grip, "Make me."

A low growl rumbles in your chest, and you let go of Agatha, not caring what she does. Grabbing Rio's shirt, you yank it off her head, tossing it somewhere in the room. A flicker of concern passes through you at how rough you're being, but you know Rio would stop you if she was uncomfortable. You tug your own shirt off next, leaving you in simply a bra.

As your hands fumble with the button of her pants, you crash your lips onto Rio's. Her laugh turns into a breathy gasp, and you let your tongue swipe into her mouth. Absently you tug her pants down, leaving her in only a pair of simple black cotton panties and lacy bra.

Agatha is rummaging around in the background, but your focus is solely on Rio. With rushed movements, you walk her backwards until her knees hit the bed and you fall on top of her. Not once do you break the kiss.

It's an angry clash as you pour your emotions into the lip lock - that burning feeling in your gut and the swell of care in your chest. You straddle Rio's hips, hands pinning her wrists above her head.

You break the kiss, moving down her neck, "Keep your hands there."

She laughs, bucking her hips teasingly. Rio grabs your hips, pulling you close and grinning up at you with white teeth flashing. Slowly, she rolls her hips, pushing them up into yours and you can feel how wet she is.

"You're feeling bossy tonight huh?" Her words are punctuated by a sharp nip to your earlobe, "We'll see how long that lasts."

Your hands find her wrists again, slamming them down above her head. Teeth sinking into her shoulder, you lick at the small droplet of blood and moan softly. It's a coppery taste and for once not assosciated with pain and suffering.

"I said keep them there," you growl, "So shut the fuck up and listen before I gag you."

It's a delicious sight to see her eyes widen and lips part slightly in surprise. Cautiously, you let go of her hands, once you're sure she'll stay still and let your hands trail down her body. Her skin is smooth, toned muscles hidden beneath that tense as you feel her up.

You begin to kiss along her jaw, a shudder running through her body, and you move to her neck. Pulse jumping beneath your lips you sigh softly and feel something creak behind you on the bed. The buckle of a belt.

Slithering down Rio's body, you maintain eye contact as you kiss the valley between her breasts, down her stomach and finally, just above her panties. Her hips buck and she whines desperately.

"Just fuck me already," she groans, hands twitching above your head.

You ignore her, pressing a soft kiss to her clothed, dripping sex. A pair of hands grabs your hips, pulling your panties and pants down to reveal your own soaked core. Silicone taps along your slit, and you exhale shakily. Agatha was wearing a strap.

She leans down, her front pressed against your clothed back, "Keep going," she orders, voice low and husky, "Don't stop on my behalf."

There's a light squeeze to your ass and you moan into Rio's core. After gathering your bearings, you push her panties aside and inhale the scent of her arousal. Agatha waits until your tongue pokes out to thrust into you, eliciting a sharp gasp.

The vibrations have Rio moaning as well, and her back arches slightly as she fists the sheets above her head. Her sound of pleasure spurs you on and you scrape your teeth over her clit lightly before pushing your tongue into her entrance.

Agatha sets a ruthless pace behind you, the bed rocking with each snap of her hips. For a brief moment you wonder how she's going to get off, but then you feel something wet and sticky grind against your calf and the angle of the strap changes.

Flexing your calf muscles, you give Agatha a harder surface to grind on and you double you efforts on Rio. Her walls clench around your fingers and she gasps and whines above you, hips bucking desperately.

"F- fuck," she curses, the word drawn out and high pitched, "Fuck sweetheart you feel so good."

A light pressure is applied to your clit, making you freeze for a moment as you gasp, and jerk into Agatha's touch.

"Keep going or I stop," she snarls, stilling for a moment. You're quick to resume your frantic lapping at Rio's dripping center. Finally, the brunette breaks and her hands shoot to your hair, pulling you close and grinding against your tongue.

You can feel your climax approaching, rapidly building like an avalanche ready to topple, and based on the shake in Rio's thighs and her moans becoming louder and needier, she's close too. Suckling on her clit, you whimper as Agatha pinches yours.

"Neither of you are coming until I am, understood?" Her words cut through your pleasure like a knife but you manage a shaky nod and Rio whines out a "yes" above you. You lift your leg up slightly, hoping to help Agatha as she continues to pound into her.

She bottoms out before pulling completely out and thrusting back in. You keep Rio on the edge, just like yourself, as you wait for permission from Agatha to come. Time drags on but you can feel her movements getting sloppier.

Just to make it worse, Agatha slides one hand to your breast, underneath your bra and toying your nipple. It elicits a pornographic sound from you and you shudder, eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head.

After what seems like an eternity, Agatha pants, "Go ahead," her grip on your hips is bruising as her hips rock against your calf, "You can come now."

Her words are all you need to come with a loud sound of pleasure, the vibrations pushing Rio over the edge as well. Her hands loosen in your hair but her thighs clamp around your head to keep your close as she rides out her orgasm.

You feel a gush of white-hot fluid coat your leg from Agatha, and your own drips along the strap and down the bed. The three of you lay there for a moment, Agatha peppering the back of your neck with soft kisses while you tilt your head to rest on Rio thigh.

Your leg is sticky when Agatha finally sits up, climbing off the bed to take off her strap. She returns a few moments later with a wet wash cloth.

"C'mere," she murmurs, sitting you upright and pulling you off Rio. The other woman sits up against the headboard, still panting and her eyes half-lidded. Agatha takes the towel to your leg, wiping away the fluids gently before moving onto Rio.

Once the two of you are cleaned up, you squirm under the blankets, curling into the woman you had just fucked. Rio laughs, clearly amused by the irony of your shift in demeanor, but wraps her arms around you.

Agatha slips into bed next you, her hand draping over your waist and resting on Rio's hip. You sigh softly as you settle between them, letting your breathing even out.

[cosmowgyral]

"Specially made for you with Love"

▪︎ Gilbert von Obsidian

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

~chapter 3

Just as Roderic had warned, Gilbert who was sitting by the window didn’t seem to be in a good mood.

Even though he had a smile on his face, his eyes told a different story.

Gilbert’s anger is so overwhelming that I nearly forgot to breathe.

(He’s usually very kind to me, so he might just be fooling me, but…)

(The person before me is a great villain who is feared by the entire continent, a conqueror beast that has destroyed several countries.)

(It’s only natural that if such a person gets enraged, everyone in the entire castle will become anxious….)

(So Gilbert really had no choice but to be alone.)

I plucked up courage to approach him, but his eyes, which had been on me the entire time, suddenly turned to the window.

Gilbert: Sometimes, I get so furious that I just can’t help but be in a really bad mood.

Gilbert: Though this has become better than before, I still can’t bring myself to be nice to others.

Gilbert: So being here alone is an act of sincerity and kindness that I can show, isn’t it?

Emma: ….Sorry for trying to interfere with your thoughtful intentions.

Emma: But, I know why you’re this angry.

Gilbert: Aah, Roderic told you, didn’t he? He talks too much while conversing with the little rabbit.

(It was a heartbreaking story.)

----(flashback)----

Roderic: ….We received information about a criminal organization engaging in child trafficking in the region, so we took over their base…

Roderic: When we arrived, the scene was so gruesome that I find it difficult to describe.

Roderic: Meanwhile, the members seemed to be living a lavish life with the money they earned from selling the children…

Roderic: Since this was a relatively uncommon example of corruption in recent years, Prince Gilbert became furious upon hearing about it. And you can imagine what followed after...

----(flashback end)----

(Gilbert is a kind person who gets angry for the sake of others.)

(But the stronger his rage, the more it wears down his humanity.)

Perhaps in the past there were incidents that infuriated him, and he somehow managed to cool down on his own later.

In the process of calming his wild heart, his mistrust of love likely chipped away at his heart, molding him into a beast.

(..It’s been a while since I’ve seen Gilbert turn into a beast.)

Just like when we first met, the fear of not knowing what he would do to me and the indescribable pressure gnaw at my mind.

Gilbert looked at me and raised the corners of his mouth.

Gilbert: Ahaha, you’re trembling. You are scared, aren’t you? If you want to run away, now is your chance….

Emma: I am scared but I can’t run away. I am your fiancée after all.

(What should I do in a situation like this?)

(I can’t really figure it out, but if this cycle of relentless hatred keeps making him lonely…)

Emma: I don’t want to leave you alone right now, Gil.

Emma: I’m here to turn back the beast into a human.

(If something happened to convince you once more that love is not the true nature of humans.…)

(I have to prove to him that the world isn't like that everywhere.)

I kneel on the floor and hug Gilbert’s grumbling body from behind.

Gilbert: ….I’m not in the mood to put up with your selfishness.

Emma: I won’t give up today.

----(flashback)---

Gilbert: If you really want to tie down a villain, you need to dominate, not beg.

Gilbert: What good is it to leave the decision up to the villain when we both obviously think the exact opposite?

----(flashback ends)----

(….This isn’t the time to say it’s impossible or that I can’t do it.)

Emma: Gil

When I called him by his name, he finally looked at me.

Without missing a beat, I grabbed his face with both my hands and forced my lips onto his.

He immediately bit me, but I refused to back down and went in deeper, despite the pain.

Heat spread to his cold lips, and I could sense human warmth returning in him.

(….But it’s still not enough, not even close.)

Gilbert: You really think you can control me, little rabbit.

Emma: …You were the one who taught me how to do it.

Gilbert: I don’t think you can do it with such a shivering body.

Gilbert’s hand came to my neck.

Although he wasn’t strangling me, the thought of him holding my life in his hands made me tremble even more.

Emma: It’s just the nerves getting to me..

Gilbert: Hehh…

Emma: ….Should we go back to your room for now?

Gilbert: Because you’re going to do something embarrassing?

Emma: That’s…right.

Gilbert: Ahaha, just what makes you think I’ll listen to you?

Emma: If you don’t listen, I’ll have to make you listen.

I climb on to Gilbert’s lap and kiss him again to prevent him from escaping.

While doing that, I casually touch his ears and caress it with my fingers, which elicited a clear response.

(Gilbert’s ears are his weakness…)

Gilbert: Oh? So that’s what you plan to do to me right now?

Gilbert: You’re quite the daring one, aren’t you?

(…..gh….)

The pressure on my neck increased and my breathing became irregular.

The fact that the murderous intent and intense pressure still haven’t disappeared, means that apart from being angry, he also wants to test me out.

(When I consider that, I don’t feel like backing down anymore.)

Emma: If you don’t like this then please listen to me.

I bring my lips close to his ear and gently lick it.

However, with icy fingers gripping my neck, I couldn’t last long.

Gilbert: Hey, little rabbit. Do you really want me to take my anger out on you so much?

Gilbert buried his face in my neck and sunk his teeth into my skin.

I let out a small groan from the pain.

He licked me as if to intensify the pain, and I couldn’t tell if the rapid increase in my heartbeat was due to fear or pleasure.

Gilbert: How long will you be able to stay kind to me and love me…?

Gilbert: When I see such corruptions, I can’t help but question it.

(Just as I thought….)

Emma: …If you’re going to agonize like that all by yourself, feel free to take out your frustrations on me as much as you like.

Emma: Regardless of what you think, I feel more at ease this way.

(At least I know that while he is taking out his anger on me, he is still trying to believe in love.)

(…I wonder how many times Gilbert has been disappointed by people like this.)

I stroked his smooth black hair and hugged him again.

Gilbert did not push me away.

Gilbert: ….If that’s the case, shall we go back to my room?

Gilbert: I can’t really vent out my frustrations in a place like this, can I…?

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ㅤ𔘓 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Bringing the agitated beast back to his room, I drop all my clothes to the floor to show my resolve.

As soon as I encouraged my weakening spirit and faced Gilbert, he lightly grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and pushed me face down onto the bed.

Gilbert: I see that you seem to have misunderstood something…

Gilbert: The method of control I mentioned isn’t about taking away someone’s rationality, you know?

Emma: Huh, then what did…..gh, ah

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[theeedarlingflame]

yandere rengoku kyojuro x chubby!reader headcanons

cw: typical yandere actions happen like kidnapping and stalking. there’s obsessive behavior. he’s delulu

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He’s not the kind of guy to go looking for love.

He’s focused on his duties as a Hashira. He tells himself he has ‘no time’ for love.

Rengoku goes into your village for a mission.

He walks around, trying to find a good place to eat. There’s plenty of good smells in the air, and he’s hungry. One scent in particular, meat dumplings, makes his stomach rumble.

Just his luck—you’re the owner of the small restaurant he walks into. It’s love at first sight for him. You’re all smiles as you serve a couple some fresh steaming meat dumplings.

You’re beautiful. You’re adorable. He wants to kiss those chubby cheeks of yours. He wants to devour you.

When he orders many plates and bowls of food, you’re ecstatic at every ‘Umai!’ that leaves his lips. You grin and tell him you’re happy he thinks so highly of your food, eyes all bright and twinkling. You, hard-working, kind you, loving a trait of his that other people get annoyed by—it’s a sign.

A sign that you and Rengoku are meant to be together.

Rengoku eats and eats until he’s more than full. He just wants to stay with you a little longer. The way you talk to him as you bring him his dishes and the way you walk over too often to ‘see how he’s doing with all the food’—it’s more than the kind of chatting that a worker does with a customer. He’d know. He’s been to so many restaurants before, he’s well aware of what normal customer service behavior looks like.

You’re flirting with him. You want him, too. He knows you do.

He’s the last customer, but other workers linger, cleaning up tables. He pays you handsomely for all the food he ate.

“It’s too much!” You gasp, trying to give some of his money back to him. You counted and he gave triple the amount. Triple! You can hardly believe it. You can’t possibly keep it all.

“No, no. Keep it, YN. A pretty lady such as yourself deserves this and more,” He says to you, pleased at how you get so flustered you can’t respond to him. If this is how much you get flustered from a simple compliment, he wonders how flustered you’d become if you knew his lewd thoughts about you.

He doesn’t want to leave you yet, but the sun has set, and he has a duty to fulfill. Rengoku turns before he opens the door to walk out of your establishment.

“YN! Tomorrow morning, I will be back to have more of your delicious food!”

You grin, playful and warm, as you stack his empty plates on top of each other to carry to the kitchen. “Rengoku-san, your appetite is truly insatiable! I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep up with you in the morning, since I’m hardly a morning owl!”

His appetite for you is the most insatiable part. He has to have you. He loves you.

“Give yourself more credit! You’re hard-working and an amazing cook! I’m sure you will take care of my insatiable appetite just fine tomorrow!”

He’ll stay here, in your village, until he has to leave. He’ll only eat here, at your cute little restaurant, for the time being.

Rengoku goes out into the night, searching for a demon to kill. But there is none. Perhaps the demon is full for now, and that’s why it hasn’t appeared. Perhaps it sensed him and went into hiding. It’s not uncommon for a Hashira to scare away weaker demons, after all.

Rengoku goes to sleep, thinking and dreaming of you. In his dream, he holds your hand. He bites your throat, his calloused fingers roaming over your chubby, curvy body. He can only imagine how you feel underneath him. He can only imagine how you look under your clothes. For now, anyway. Soon, he’ll see for himself. Soon, he’ll touch you. Soon, but not soon enough.

The next morning, he keeps his promise. He rises early and goes to your restaurant—he even arrives before you do. He’s standing by the entrance, arms crossed, his eyes looking for you. When he spots you making your way to the entrance, he instantly brightens.

“Good morning, YN!” He greets ecstatically.

“Morning, Rengoku,” You greet back, albeit more softly. You cup a hand over your mouth as you yawn. You’re even more precious in the morning. So sleepy, so quiet. You unlock the door and motion for him to walk inside.

He steps inside and you close the door after you enter. You yawn again. “I’ll start cooking for you after I drink some tea, okay? Do you want some, too?”

His smile is so big, so warm, so bright. “Yes, I would love some! Thank you very much! Please join me!”

“Join you?” You say. You look forward to the quiet part of your morning where you drink tea by yourself. It’s peaceful. And Rengoku is very kind, but, right now, you don’t really have a lot of energy for someone who has so much. But…Rengoku did give you a lot of money yesterday, and he’s probably going to give you a lot today, too. Besides, he is really handsome…and he’s interested in you. You can’t lie and say you don’t reciprocate his feelings, even if it’s unprofessional.

Who wouldn’t be attracted to him, right?

“Sure, I’ll join you. Just give me a few minutes.” You head to the kitchen.

Rengoku is overjoyed. You’re going to drink tea with him, although he knows you’re tired and can sense that you wanna be alone. You love him, don’t you? That’s why you’re doing this. You love him, like how he loves you. You want to spend time with him. You love him, you love him, you love him. He knows it.

When you come back with a tray, you seem to be more awake and alert. You place the tray down on the table, setting a cup in front of him and one where you will sit. It’s just that, you being polite and placing the teacup for him since he’s a customer and a sweet man, albeit a well paying one; he takes it to mean something else. It reminds him of when his mother was alive and healthy, when she’d serve her father before herself and give him the bigger pieces of meat, not because she felt she had to as his wife, but because she wanted to, because she loved him. And you’re doing it for him because you love him. Of this, Rengoku is certain. You’re acting like his wife already. It’s meant to be. It’s fate. It is, it is, it has to be.

You’re gonna be his wife and soon.

After he beheads the demon, he self-indulges. He stays in your village too long. He hasn’t been assigned a new mission yet, anyway. It’s fine. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, fruits, vegetables, sweets and snacks—everything he ingests is from your restaurant. You quip that he’s eating you out of ingredients, that he’s eating everything you have, and he laughs boisterously; meanwhile, he can’t help but think that he hasn’t gotten a taste of you, yet. He hasn’t devoured you yet.

A week and a half after his arrival, Rengoku makes his move. He leaves earlier than normal, after dinnertime but before closing. You seem curious about it, but don’t question it. You had gotten used to him, after all. Nevertheless, you smile, take the generous payment, and ignore the feeling in your gut that something is off. It’s just your mind. Nothing is wrong. Rengoku is a visitor to your village and maybe he’s just preparing to leave. It’s a shame—you genuinely enjoyed having him around, even though he has the appetite of several people. Making conversation with him wasn’t a chore like it can be in the business; it was actually quite nice. He was attentive and engaging. You would sit with him occasionally, when there wasn’t a lot of customers in your restaurant.

Being plus sized in this society means that you aren’t always treated so kindly. Men prefer slender women, the kind with tiny stomachs and tinier appetites. But Rengoku never spared a glance at any women who attempted to flirt with him. He politely and firmly shut down any women’s advances. He’d even interrupt them mid-sentence and say he wanted to go back to his meal—the one you made for him.

No, he saved his attention, all of it, for you.

Maybe it’s wrong for you to not want him to go, and maybe that has to do with the small crush you have on him, but that’s life. You are fine with him leaving. He has a life to get back to. You respect that, you respect him. You didn’t know when you’d meet another man like him, but…he has to leave soon. You’ll be sad for a bit and then you’ll be fine. Life goes on.

You’re right. Rengoku is preparing to leave…with you.

He’s not leaving without you. That thought never crossed his mind.

He’s watched you close and open the restaurant, out of sight from curious eyes. As of right now, you’re locking up the place. Your back is turned to him, keys jingling in your hands. You’re completely, utterly unaware of Rengoku standing directly behind you. You’re lucky it’s him, he thinks. He actually loves you. What if it was some deviant who snuck up on you? Or some deranged pervert? Shouldn’t you have awareness of your surroundings? Shouldn’t you, at the very least, be able to sense someone’s presence behind you?

He shakes his head. He’d tsk, tsk, tsk at you if he could. Oh, YN. Where are your survival instincts? What if the demon he came here for got to you? It would’ve been so easy for it, too, if this is how you are.

It’s crystal clear to him, even moreso than before. You need him as much as he needs you. He’ll take care of you, spoil you rotten, protect you. He’ll be your husband.

With a swift whack to the back of your head, you’re limp like a doll. He catches you before you fall to the ground. A huge part of his heart is at ease. Finally, you’re in his arms. Finally, you’re where you belong—with him and only him.

He takes off, leaving the village with his wife. Over the course of a week and a half, when he wasn’t at your restaurant, he was inside your home. He felt guilt about breaking in, he did, but if you were to be his wife, you’d have to have your things in his estate. He wants you to have things that remind you of home. He snatches clothes and trinkets here and there until he has enough to fill a bag or two; he buys the lotions and hair-care products in bulk, has them sent to his estate. He did his best to be careful, to not take too much that you’d begin to stress. If you were worried about your things going missing, you didn’t show it at all.

Earlier in the week, he had a letter consisting of your measurements sent to a seamstress in his hometown. He wants to see you in his colors. Yes, he had taken some of your clothing so you’d feel more at ease with him; on the other hand, you’re gonna be his wife. You’re gonna wear his colors. You can have your comfort and nostalgia, but you will also have him, too. His love. His possessiveness, his protection. You’re going to be his.

Finally, you’ll be all his. He couldn’t be happier.

Once you get settled into his estate—his, the one he bought to keep you all to himself, away from his drunken, harsh father, although he’ll eventually bring his little brother around to meet you—he’ll pamper you with touches and anything you want. Sure, Rengoku wasn’t looking for love when he met you, but that doesn’t mean he won’t give you everything he has to offer…once you’re ready for it.

When you wake up, you’re apprehensive of him and shakily asking where you are. You didn’t want to believe Rengoku would do this to you. That…that he’d kidnap you and…why are your missing things in this bedroom? He’s…the one that took your things? Where are you? What’s…what’s going on?

With tears in your eyes, you ask him again, “What are you gonna do to me?” You’re shaking like a leaf, curled up with your back against a wall to create as much distance between you and him as possible.

Rengoku kneels a foot away from you, his expression too warm and sweet for the situation. Still, your stomach churns with nausea and unease. “Oh, little flame,” he croons. “I won’t hurt you. Don’t be scared of me. I’m going to be your husband soon. When you’re ready to receive my love, I’ll give it all to you.”

There’s no way you can leave. He made sure of it himself. No one besides him can go in or out without his permission. The locks and the faraway location from people, as well as the thick barrier of demon-warding flowers are all precautions just for you. He’s even got secret mechanisms in place that only he knows of, to stash all the keys. You’re his little flame and nothing, no one, will ever hurt you.

“You’re so precious,” He murmurs lovingly. “My wife. My cute, beautiful wife. There’s plenty of things for you to do here, you know. I spared no expense. There’s a library and a space for you to paint if you wish. There’s a lot of food for you to replenish your energy and to cook. If you want anything at all, just tell me and I will purchase it for you.” He pats your head tenderly and resists the urge to give you a kiss on the forehead. He wants so badly to kiss those chubby cheeks of yours, but you’re in no state for his affection.

“I-I want to go home,” You croak out weakly, lips shaking, chin wobbling. “Take me home.”

He chuckles lowly, amused and fond. “Oh, don’t be silly, little flame. This is your home now,” He says gently. He strokes a chubby cheek with a tenderness that belies his broad, strong frame. Rengoku stands up, gazing at you lovingly. “Sweetheart, I’ll return in a few days. Explore and get to know the place, yes? Give it a chance. I think you’ll like it.”

He walks out of the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him.

Eventually, you’ll warm up to him. You have to. He’s going to be your only source of human interaction. He’s seen you embrace the younger employees of your old establishment and treat them like younger siblings. You’re someone who needs touch and you can’t stay away from him forever.

Additionally, you are in a new place, of course you need time to get used to it! You will. Everything about this is new and different for you. He’ll be nice and patient with you, obviously. If he scares you or intimidates you with his true strength, then he won’t be a good husband. That’s all he wants—to be a great, dutiful husband to you. It’s what you deserve.

As he sets off for his new mission, he thinks of bringing you home some sweets.

The image of you and your round tummy growing rounder with his children is enough to keep him going on missions. No more of going back to a home where his father berates him for his career choice, always intoxicated and forever changed from grief. He has a plan to get his little brother out of there in time. For now, though…

This time, he’ll go home to you. And later…to you and your children.

Yes. All is as it should be.

[lolitasangel]

More Noah Maid Reader x CEO Noah meeting for the first time!!

Summary- You and Noah meet for the first time. Getting used to the thought of having a maid and you getting used to the thought of being a maid. He’s a little stoic, and quiet.

Tw- none!!

Word count- 2k

Divider by @anitalenia

In the first few months of living with Noah were a little hectic, you were still getting the hang of being alone in such a big house. When you first began it wasn’t too bad, he was usually pretty clean, he normally did his laundry and dishes, leaving you with less to deal with. You would do other things obviously such as mopping, cleaning the windows, dusting, changing sheets,etc. you didn’t hate living with him.  

You were grateful that Noah did not make you wear a corny maid outfit and wear your regular clothes, you also enjoyed spending most of your free time reading and spending some time outside getting some sun.  

You liked to lay outside and think about different things like the past, future, what to eat, when you should cook. Your mind would often wonder back to Noah, your mind wondering over to the memory of how you got hired in the first place.  

Your mother had called you before and told you about a friend of a friend who was a CEO needing a maid. You were unsure at first, living in a unfamiliar house with someone you haven’t met yet. You needed to get out of your shitty apartment and your current job was not paying or treating you well. 

You decided to take up the job offer and begin to pack your things. Your mother was excited for to have a new beginning and a better place stay.  

The day you arrived all your belongings had arrived and been put away the day before for you, so all you had to do was organize how you wanted your room. Walking up the flight of stairs and knocking upon the front door. You could feel your nerves racing around your body, it was your first time doing something like this, so of course you were nervous. 

Upon the door opening you were met with a very tall man towering over you. He had brown eyes, freckles, dark brown hair and his name was “Noah, come in, I will show you around.” Noah stepped out the way, holding the door open for you to step through.  

“And your name is Y/N, yes?” you nodded your head in confirmation. 

As you walked inside of the home, looking around, taking note of the big tv sitting in front of the couch, and a couple of love seats. 

Noah walked you over to the kitchen, turning his back to face you, reaching into a cupboard for a glass.

“This is the kitchen; you can cook what you want. I expect the floors to be swept, mopped, windows whipped down, carpet vacuum…” Noah carried on about the different tasks you would be in charge of, you didn’t think it was bad, as big as the house was it was nice that Noah didn’t expect every room to be completely spotless. That would’ve been a bit of a deal breaker. Who would want to be a maid for someone who expects the impossible. 

Noah walked over to the fridge, filling a glass of water up, and placing it in your hand. You take the glass in your hands, drinking a little bit as you take it. As you looked up at Noah you took in the different details he had, his freckles sprinkled across his cheeks, his deer doe eyes, his short brown hair, his firm talk.  

You weren’t that scared of intimated, mostly nervous, you realized that Noah spent most of his days in his office home or at the actual office. He normally stayed away from you, even during dinner he would request that you bring him a plate of food.  

You were relieved that Noah was a nice boss, he didn’t tell you to do anything ridiculous, he normally asked if you could do something for him, which was funny considering you were his maid, he never demanded you do things for him. Noah would also leave some money for you every morning for you to get breakfast, lunch, dinner, etc. or whatever you needed that week.  

Noah was very stoic and quiet yes, but he was very kind. He would call you and ask if you needed him to pick anything up such as groceries, any cleaning supplies so you wouldn’t have to worry about it. You could see he was trying to be better at communicating with you. 

The first time Noah saw you upon opening the door he was not expecting to see someone so beautiful. He took notice of how you kept up with cleaning, and how you would cook for him whenever he was locked away in his office.  

Your first day being there was very easy. Noah just asked that you mopped the kitchen floor and vacuum the living room carpet. Noah gave you a tour of the house, telling you the expectations, when he would be home, when he would be gone. 

You finished up your chores and headed back up to your room. Your bed was pressed up against the wall in the corner, your nightstand next to it, your desk was sitting in front of a window, giving you a nice view of the sky and houses sprinkled around town.  

You started unpacking the rest of the boxes you had, taking your time of organizing, putting your clothes away, so concentrated you didn’t notice Noah standing in the doorway. 

The voice of someone clearing their throat caught your attention bringing you out of your thoughts. “Hi, Noah, did you need something?” You asked “no, I just wanted to see how you were doing” Noah says, you took notice of how his tall frame almost reached the top of the door. “Oh, I’m doing good, thank you for asking.” You replied, breaking down another box you finished going through.  

“Alright, if you need anything let me know. And dinner will be done in a little bit” Noah says, pushing himself away from the frame and walking down the hall. You could hear his footsteps get fainter and fainter.  

Wondering how long until you could get some sleep. You had arrived so early, walked around a whole mansion, cleaned, you were tired. You wondered how Noah would be during dinner with you.  

You made your way down to the kitchen to join Noah for dinner. You thankfully didn’t get lost on your way back down, but you were a little worried about the rest of the house. You made your way over to him, back turned, he was cutting up some vegetables and meat. “Would you like some help?” You offer, speaking up from behind him, you had been twiddling with your fingers trying to keep them busy.  

“No, you’ve had a long day, sit down, I’ll bring you dinner” Noah states ending the conversation. You nod and make your way over to the kitchen island and taking a seat. You had sat your hands in your lap, continuing to fidget with them.  

You silently watched Noah work around the kitchen, he was quick with his hands, you took notice of how huge they were. You couldn’t help but wonder how much bigger they were than yours. Would he engulf them with his hands? Does he have a hard time reaching for the last Pringle in a Pringle’s can? Is it harder to find a pair of gloves that fit, right?  

Your thoughts were snapped out of when Noah placed a plate of food in front of you. A steak and some vegetables on the side. You didn’t expect that on the first night. It smelled incredible.  

“Thank you” you speak up again, you dove straight in. The plane ride had felt like an eternity on top of the house tour and unpacking you didn’t realize you haven’t eaten yet.

“I don’t expect all the rooms to be done in one day. I just ask the main necessities to be met. Laundry, mopping, windows. I don’t mind if you use the kitchen or living room. I would just like it all clean” Noah says firmly. You knew with how busy it was to run Bad Omens corp. that he wouldn’t have time to eat or clean as much as he would like, but that he was still a clean freak.  

You were just grateful he didn’t expect the impossible. You still had to get used to the layout of the whole house and yard. You did want to try out the pool hopefully, or even the jacuzzi. 

You did not notice the way Noah’s eyes would linger up to you. A friend of Noah’s gave him the idea of a maid. He would not have to worry about cleaning, cooking, putting laundry away, he would just have to worry about the company. What they did not tell him was that he would be struggling to function around you.  

You both sat and ate in silence, it wasn't uncomfortable, just quiet. You stood up from your seat and made your way into the kitchen. Pulling your sleeves up you started the dishes. Noah had cooked and least you could do was clean and put the dishes away.

You started the hot water and got to work, humming to yourself. You heard Noah coming up behind you, taking the dish from his hand to begin washing. “Thank you, Y/N, I will be in my office for the rest of the night. If you need anything let me know” Noah states before departing.  You nodded your head, letting him know you heard him and focused back on your task.

You finished the rest of the dishes and put them away. You made your way back into your room, throwing yourself on your bed, today was mentally exhausting, you did not want to have to call your mom to fill her in on what happened. Although you knew she would blow your phone up with phone calls, not being overbearing, you knew your mom was just curious of what today was like.  

You pulled your phone off from its charger, unlocking it to find your moms contact, and press the call button. You had spent the hour catching up with her, telling her what you did, what you must do, how the day went, etc. It didn't go bad at all. It went quit well actually. You figured it would be a lot harder or maybe he would be an asshole.

He was just quiet, and he cleaned up after himself which was nice. That was another worry you had, ‘I hope I am not cleaning after a slob’ you recall your thoughts from the previous week. Thankfully you were proven wrong and hopefully it stays that way. You liked that he wasn’t an asshole either, just reserved. You wondered how long the company was around, how he started it, you never heard of it before and you didn’t bother to check, maybe tomorrow.  

Noah was sitting in his office finishing up the remaining emails he had. He wondered what you thought of him, if you liked the house, if you didn’t like it, he was aware you were new at this, so he didn't expect much.

He knew he didn't need a maid, and he could do everything himself, but jolly would be angry if he fell asleep at the office again. Going from being at the office to than having to do housework and repeat at 6am every morning was killing him. Especially since he didn't like things out of place.  

After you had gotten off the phone with your mother you had noticed the time and realized it was a lot later than you thought it was. You grabbed your towel, and shower supplies and made your way into the bathroom. You wanted to take a hot shower and just sleep for the now. The day wasn't hard at all it just felt so exhausting from anxiety prior to meeting. You didn’t hate it though, the house was nice, Noah was nice, you just hoped that Noah didn’t turn out to be an asshole who would make you do senseless cleaning like mopping the sidewalk outside, you’ve heard horror stories online. 

You took your time during your shower, feeling the hot water run down your back and wash the day away. Letting your mind wonder free for a bit. You grabbed your shampoo and started you shower routine. Taking your time and not wanting to rush to get out. The water pressure was perfect after your long travel over to the house.  

You finished up and hopped out the shower, doing your skin care and making your way over to your bed. ‘Should I say goodnight to him? Would that be weird? Would it be weird if I didn’t? I am just his maid, but what if he needs something?’ your mind was drifting off with different questions. Before you could make up your mind you were already knocked out.  

As you laid in bed, knocked out from sleep, Noah knocked on the door, not hearing anything he peaked his head inside “Y/N?” he asks, stepping in silently, seeing you asleep in your bed. Stepping back out and closing the door behind himself “Goodnight” he mumbled under his breath and made his way back into his room.  

Opening his door and making his way over to his bed, he had a migraine and the continuous phone calls he was receiving did not help. It was nice getting to finish the day off a little earlier. Picking his head up off the pillow he buried himself into, he looked up at the clock seeing it was 12am, at this point he would still be doing chores. Switching between dishes and emails is not fun and he learned the hard way.

Rushing between finishing one email and another chore he was bound to mess something up. He was just relieved that he had jolly to help catch his work mistakes. Unfortunately, though he could not help if Noah mixed his clothes up or misplaced something in the house. Like I said, Noah likes to be organized, he doesn’t like mess ups. 

An- Hi friends, I’m so happy you enjoyed my last thought, and I hope you enjoyed this one. I’m not gonna lie I am feeling a little down, I just ended a situationship this morning and that is never fun, but I’m still gonna try my best to write another HC/thought because I really enjoy it and to take my mind off of what kind of happened. Please like and reblog 🫶🏼 have a good morning/evening/ and night! I also finished my tag list (if you would like to be removed that’s no problem just let me know!)

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[aikidoheroine]

"Wait, what?" This raised some many alarm bells in Tenko's mind. For as long as she knew her, Peko had never been the type to give up. Just the opposite, she could be very determined. So for Peko to just give up made Tenko feel more scared than anything that had happened before this point. What was Tenko supposed to do? She couldn't lay a hand on the man without causing too much of a disruption. Tenko hated that she was unable to think straight at times like this. She could feel her rage and helplessness course through her. Still, for better or worse, Tenko had to do something. About the only thing that she could think to do is say the first thing she could think of. "Could you at least give Peko enough time to foot the bill? I didn't bring any money with me." This was a lie, but hopefully buying a few seconds could help.

@despairs-blade

It had been a little over half a year since Tenko and Peko retreated to the Japanese countryside and began their new lives. They had been wished to retreat from the world at large. Currently, Tenko was sitting in a rocking chair, holding her little Reiki in her arms. The little girl had been rather fussy today, and Tenko was doing her besto to get her to calm down.

[fridgemissionmaster]

Solomon x Reader: March Prompt/Day 16 Thunderstorm

Prompt list/available prompt requests here, making a fic everyday of march

Since you were already out going for a walk would be nice, you thought. It was a bit overcast keeping you cool, you thought. You might as well pick up some groceries, you thought.

AND NOW HERE YOU WERE, TRAPPED IN THE GEROCERY STORE WITH THE FOUR WINDS TRYING TO TEAR THE PLACE DOWN!

Okay, sure, it was a little, A LITTLE windy! But! It wasn’t- you didn’t-

…

And you couldn’t even blame your misfortune on those brothers this time, you were back in the human world and not them too.

You stood aside to the entrance, debating if it would be worth buying one of those cheep looking umbrellas. Would one even help at all or would it just break instantly and be a waste of money?

It’s not like you could just teleport away, you hadn’t quite mastered that kind of magic yet, and there were far too many people around, you didn’t want to deal with the possible commotion that would bring.

You were also new to town so you had no idea where any busses were or even if they’d drop you off any closer to your… home felt too strong a word, your current residents, after all, Solomon would probably have the pair of you move in a few months time anyway.

…

It didn’t look like the storm would end or even lighten up any time soon either, pitch black clouds as far as the eye could see.

On occasion someone would come crashing in to get out of the storm, some others were like you, hanging around the entrance, making calls or checking their phone asking for help from somebody.

And so you watched as another poor soul came running in- “MC!”

“Solomon!?”

Soaking wet, bent umbrella, and beaming smile the man trotted up to you. “Good, I caught my cute little apprentice just in time.”

“…” You didn’t need to say a thing, just looking out the doors and windows.

The wizard curled his fingers around one of the bags, it only took a single light tug and you let go, letting him take it. “Shall we go home?”

“Let’s get you a new umbrella first.” And with how sudden the storm was you hoped it would just as suddenly leave as you got that last item, alas, luck was not on your side.

“Alright, stay close. I’ll keep you safe.” Just as Solomon was about to wrap and arm around you to pull you close he took it back suddenly remembering he was still sopping wet, laughing at himself.

“Three”

“Two”

“One”

“GO!”

You ran through the doors, the moment making it out the thrashing wind knocked your leg out from under you. You only stayed up right thanks to your master, whom you couldn’t even give a nod of thinks to, instead instinctively crouching into his shoulder for some protection.

The pair of you dashed along, occasionally slipping and sliding, catching the other and helping them to their feet, there were a couple of times you sword Solomon tripped on purpose. It was surprisingly thrilling running through a storm. That sort of danger in the human world was new and exciting. No malevolent force, no curse, this was just nature! Excitable laughter began to bubble out of you. This felt so childish!

And it seemed your laughter was infectious, you only even noticed you were upon hearing your companion begin to do the same.

A booming crackle and a flash over head drew out what at first was a genuinely startled yelp into a playful yell as you dove into Solomon’s arms. “Lightning!” When was the last time you got a thunderstorm!? “Solomon, it’s a thunderstorm!” Taking the hand holding the umbrella you began to drag him along. “We gotta get out of here!” A boisterous laughter shook your whole body more than even the wind and pelting rain.

“Yes!” In that moment you swore you saw something in those eyes. Something you hadn’t seen in a very long time, even before signing that acceptance letter to join the exchange program, before the Devildom. Something so… earnest, and human since you were a child.

Holding one another close for stability you ran on, Solomon desperately trying to hold the umbrella steady before giving up once it bent inside out, ripped from his hand and whisked away into the sky. His now free hand clasped yours so tightly, nothing could take it away but your own reluctance which there was no trace to be found. With each new flash and roar from the sky your yelling renewed, the pair of you now practically skipping along.

It didn’t make a difference, you both were soaked to the bone, yet still when gutter water came up Solomon would make sure he leapt across first so he could hold his hand out and help pull you over the growing river.

Soon enough streets were flooded, but Solomon was nothing if not a determined man, “Solomon!?” crouching down to lift you up by your knees, on unsteady feet racing on.

“M-MC!” Footing dragged out from under him, the water was too fast knocking him over.

“Solomon! Are you okay!?”

“I-I’m fine.” On reflex he almost asked if you were fine too, but he already knew you were. He’d never let you ever come to harm, not under his watch.

You cradled the back of his head with your hand, the idiot spinning around to make sure you were on top of him when you hit the ground. You sighed not feeling any bumps, for now at least.

…

He looked so radiant in the moment, staring back up to you as if awestruck. You couldn’t help leaning in and pressing your lips to his own.

Almost immediately you drew back feeling how he practically froze up on you. Was that too much too soon!? Did he not feel the same? After all those dances at the balls and living together and his cutesy nicknames you thought…

His cheeks so vibrant, a red darkening on his pale skin. His breath shuttered as you pulled apart. His eyes seemed glassy, dewy, were there tears running down his face? Your senses only got to catch a glimpse, diving in, Solomon hungerly kissing you back, you could feel how desperate and restrained it was, he melted into it once you placed a reassuring hand on his cheek, tenderly caressing it with your thumb.

A crashing boom immediately followed by a flash over head reminded you of your surroundings, sitting up, and helping to pull Solomon back onto his feet.

Solomon held you close, not letting go for a moment the rest of the way. So cheerfully whooping and hollering, absolutely elated.

He only finally let go upon reaching the house, needing to dig around in his pockets to find the key. Soon he did, stepping aside, a hand on your back nudging you to go first. “I’ll draw you a hot bath. You can leave the groceries in the kitchen, I’ll put them away.” With that he was off down the hall, his footfalls making a nice thump sound on the wooden floors as he trotted across.

You untied the grocery bags, quickly sorting through what was salvageable or not, thankfully most of them were vegetables so all they needed was a real good washing. But before that you poured two mugs of milk, letting them heat up in the microwave. Once done you poured in and mixed the hot coco packs, with it warming up this was the perfect chance to use up the last ones.

“Oh! Perfect, I just got the bath ready.” He stood from his place beside the tub as you passed him his mug. “Thank you.” You wondered what exactly Solomon had place in it, big colorful suds floated across the surface of the water.

Placing your mug aside you began peeling the fabric from your skin. Solomon stood there, not sure what to do considering you were blocking the door. To try and give you some form of privacy, closing his eyes he took a big gulp of his drink, holding it up and scalding his tongue in the process.

“C’mon, you don’t need to down the whole thing all at once. And we’ll deal with the clothes later.”

“Hmm?” … He wanted to hear you say it. Out loud. “We?”

“Yes, we later. I’m not letting you freeze out there, get in.”

Happily Solomon did as told, tossing his clothes with yours before you could look away and give him some privacy. Didn’t matter to much as not even a few moments later he already sank into the tub.

And as he did so the water over flowed. You both froze staring at the floor. “… We’ll also deal with that later.”

Lights lightly flickered as the wind crashed by with renewed force, the tumbling from outside so loud. You flinched as a loud THUD smashed into the wall. “… Think the house’ll blow away?” You joked, but this was certainly one of the most powerful storms you’d been in, wouldn’t be surprised if some of the shingles from the roof were missing.

Solomon scooched closer, your knees knocking together. “I don’t know, maybe.” You both were silent, discretely looking around as if waiting for something to happen. He ducked down slightly, scooching closer. He chortled once the rumbling of thunder rang out.

“MC? Are you okay, you’re so red in the face.”

“It’s the hot water.” You splashed some water at Solomon who simply smiled, finally sitting beside you. He knew why! You hadn’t exactly seen him like this before! You weren’t going to give him that satisfaction. He seemed fine with it though, for now.

As the storm continued to rage on the pair of you basked in the warmth, quietly enjoying this tender moment.

[kortac-sweetheart]

good morning im thinking abt horangi today

i think whether he’s your bestie or your partner he’s your #1 hype man for (almost) whatever you want to do! he’ll encourage you to chase your dreams and be unafraid of falling because he’ll always be there to catch you.

(except for gambling, he will always try and dissuade you from it. it’s also why he hates gacha games i think, “you don’t even get money if you win? what’s the point then?”)

if he’s taking a liking to you then congrats he’s your new tiger bestie.

restaurant got your order wrong? he’s calling someone over immediately.

(walking, talking embodiment of “THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES”)

you feel like you don’t look good in your outfit? he’s hyping you up! gives genuine compliments on how it fits you and how the color suits you. but if that doesn’t work, he’s chill about it, he can always buy something else that you feel good in.

someone’s mean to you? good lord, horangi is not afraid to tear the perp a new one before walking away, fuming, with you in hand.

he’s very comfy around you if you’re like könig, he doesn’t mind standing up for you at all, it comes second nature to him. buuuuut— if you actually do stand up for yourself he’ll be so proud of you!

“wow! good for you 자기야! seems like i’m rubbing off on you eh? we should hang out even more then haha!”

said with a big slap on your back before he pulls you into a tight side hug.

likes getting matching things with you, yeah he knows that he should avoid looking around the in trinket shop he knows you like but he couldn’t resist.

matching rings? done.

matching earrings? of course!

matching tiger keychains? absolute no brainer.

from the outside it looks like tigers are your new favorite animal thanks to horangi. (and maybe they are becoming your favorite because of him)

listen, i will die on the hill that if you cook korean food for him he’ll want to marry you on the spot. sorry, not sorry, he misses his home and the taste of it everyday. if you bring him a little slice of home then he’ll begin to associate you with home.

the first time you handed over a bunch of home made kimchi you made yourself, he stood there stock still for at least a few seconds. (brain rewiring itself) before running over to you and pulling you into a big hug and sloppy kiss on your temple.

always, always looks forward to saturdays when you and him spend cooking new dishes to share. (it’s almost like a date) he’s always so upset when he has to cancel because of work, but when you show up on base with his share of it (plus side dishes), he looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky.

one saturday he invites you over to his place instead, and when you show up he’s already finished cooking and plating your favorite food from your cultural background. you’ve never seen him so nervous before, trying to hold back from saying something before letting out an annoyed sigh (not at you, never at you.)

“자기, i— i love you! will you be my partner?” he’s on the verge of passing out from anxiety and excitement in his seat, poor man. please end his misery and seal the deal with a big kiss on his lips.

after you two official become partners nothing about your dynamic really changes too heavily, except for the increased use of pet names and pda. everyone on base knows that you’re together even he never officially says it aloud, his lockscreen is you of course. he’s calling you everyday and always referring to you as 자기, 여보, 애인, 내꺼, etc. sorry, you’re never hearing your name fall from his lips ever again (unless he’s being super serious).

if that wasn’t enough, there’s always one thing on his person that matches you. every single day, without fail his rings, earrings, keychain, shirt, etc. will match with yours.

he always loves the daily texts/photos you send him too, to keep him updated about the daily happenings in your life— keeps him grounded and gives him something to look forward too.

doesn’t send photos as much as you do, there’s not much beauty to be found on military bases after all. but will send you the occasional cute animal on base and obviously post gym pics.

(has you saved as 자기야♥ on his phone! he loves you very very much)

[hippiedippieblondie]

Things are escalating quickly, so here’s a list I’ve made of ways that we can fight against the MAGA agenda:

1. Speak out. Tell people how and why Trump is dangerous. Vote against MAGA republicans and encourage other people to do so as well. Call your representatives, attend town halls. Be as vocally anti-Trump as possible.

2. Boycott. Tesla, Amazon, Meta and every other company that supports Donald Trump. They see you as a purse, not a person. Don’t give them your money if they won’t give you your rights.

3. Be weirder, queerer, more colorful and progressive and everything else they hate. Assimilation is what they want, don’t give it to them.

4. Organize and participate in strikes. Don’t let the government and the companies that support it function.

5. On that note, sabotage.

6. Protest. Get loud. Make signs and put them up. Bring your sharpie everywhere and don’t be afraid to use it. Some people are still asleep to the dangers, it’s your job to wake them up.

7. Know your rights. Make sure others do as well, especially those at risk of deportation. Speak out but be aware of what can be used against you. When it comes down to it, PLEAD THE FIFTH

8. It can be overwhelming to keep informed on how human rights are being violated in new and exciting ways, so pick ONE or A FEW issues and focus on them. There’s immigration, LGBTQ+ rights, DEI, neocolonialism, foreign aid, tariffs, freedom of speech, reproductive rights, and so much more to choose from.

If you have other suggestions, please share them. This is an imperfect list, and I understand that many people don’t have the ability to speak out against Trump safely. But if you do, don’t be overwhelmed into inaction. You have more power than you think you do