#X reader wasn't too big of a focus but it's somewhat there

[fungal-rot]

Save A Horse, Yadda Yadda…

pairing: Joel Miller x reader

summary: you find yourself getting distracted by the man next to you. his thick fucking thighs always grabbed your attention

warnings: 18+, smut, thigh riding, slight degradation, bit of dirty talk, reader gets called a good girl, oral (f receiving) but literally for a second, use of pet names (honey, baby, sweetheart)- lemme know if i forgot anything

w.c.: 2k

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It was a relatively slow, easy day in Jackson. You had got caught up on house chores, which albeit, there wasn't much to do anyhow. Joel did patrol early in the morning and had the rest the day to wind down, and Ellie was hanging out with Dina.

Flipping through a book, only paying half-attention while you skimmed the pages, you caught yourself stealing glances at Joel who sat beside you on the floral printed couch. He whittled away at a block of wood, working on a new little side project with careful focus. The sound of a sharp blade gliding across the surface of each corner was the only thing that could be heard.

Perhaps that's what was distracting you.

Slow.

Or perhaps it was the way his biceps flexed under that shirt of his, or the way his veins seemed to protrude from the top of his hands and up his forearm with each thought out stroke.

Maybe it was also the way he was sitting with his legs spread, letting the wood shavings and chips fall to the floor that he always promises to 'clean up after.' How his thighs appeared thicker, meatier when he's sat like this in that pair of denim that you innocently, accidentally, shrank just a tad bit when you last did laundry.

Your own thighs clenched together.

Easy.

"Don't hurt yourself now." Joel's low voice brought you out of your stupor with a snap of your head, uttering a small noise of confusion.

"You're thinkin' too hard." Joel clarified, flicking his gaze to you briefly as he swiped another stray chip from his lap.

'Smartass.' You thought before letting out a soft hum in reply and lean back against the couch, closing your book and tossing it onto the coffee table.

There was a beat of silence. Your eyes trailed over Joel's body again, breath hitching with the image of his large, broad frame.

He seemed to have noticed the way you eyed him so hungrily while lost in your thoughts, his gaze following yours to his lap. With a smirk, Joel took the opportunity to spread his legs a bit wider, knee pressing against yours subtly.

You watched and squeeze your thighs together once more.

Gotcha.

"Hey," he murmured before setting his project down on the end table next to him. "What's goin' on in that pretty li'l head'a yours?"

“Nothing,” You answered, the side of your face turning up somewhat with a wince at how quickly you responded.

Joel scoffed and folded his arms over his chest and sat back, head tilting disbelievingly with a cock of his brow, “Yeah? So y’ain’t starin’ at me like some piece’a meat?”

You rubbed at your nose as you felt the all-too-familiar warmth of embarrassment kiss at your face, but you couldn’t deny it. Joel had meat for days under all that clothing. So thick, and big, and-

“Lookit ya! You’re still doin’ it.” Joel gestured a hand towards you, brows drawing together with a shake of his head.

“Am not!”

“Bullshit!”

He turned his head and scratched at his chin, nails scraping the graying facial hair before he looked over at you again. His eyes trailed you up and down, and with a sigh he grabbed at your hips, eliciting a surprised yelp from you, and settled you onto his lap.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, instinctively placing your hands on his shoulders for stability.

“It’s not what I’m doin’,” he muttered and hooked a hand in the bend of your knee, gently making you spread a bit wider, “It’s what you’re doin’.”

Your brows furrowed this time, nose scrunching with confusion. You part your lips to speak, to ask what the hell he’s talking about, but that all quickly went down the drain the moment he had you roll forward.

A soft moan replaced all words instead, your eyes fluttering shut as you ground against him.

“Mhm,” Joel noised, watching you with a stoic mask. “ ‘S’what I thought.”

He kept force-rocking your body, arms flexing and grip tightening.

Back and forth, back and forth.

“Joel,” You panted, eyes screwing shut with a fall of your head.

“Hm? That feel good, baby?” He cooed, voice mockingly sweet. You nod and he watched with a smug look plastered on his face. “Yeah, poor thing jus’ wanted some attention, huh?”

Joel’s cock began to twitch inside his already-too-tight pants- which, by the way, he knew for a fact was your doing- and he unclasped his belt skillfully with one hand, undoing the button and lowered the fly.

“You’re gonna ride my thigh,” He instructed, pulling out his half-hard length from his briefs, “an’ I’ll think about lettin’ ya cum.” His other hand slid down from your hip and to your knee, giving a light squeeze.

Your eyes snapped open. What the fuck does he mean, ‘I’ll think about it’?

“Aht!” He could see the disapproval etched on your features, the way your brain was racking up some counter argument. “Don’t wanna hear it. Y’already lied twice t’me now; so excuse me for not playin’ nice.”

Joel swiped a tongue over his bottom lip before giving his cock a tug, “An’ I think I’m bein’ awfully fuckin’ generous lettin’ you hump my leg like a damn bitch in heat.” His voice was low, almost inaudible as he narrowed his eyes.

With a huff of air, you continue rolling your hips, forward and down. Then you tried moving side-to-side, chasing after a high that wasn’t there. Your body slowed before stilling completely and take in a sharp, frustrated breath.

“I didn’t say stop,” Joel gruffly spoke, eyes piercing into your skull.

“I’m not getting anywhere, Joel,” You complained before letting your head slump into the crook of his neck. What was once a pleasurable feeling, dry-humping his thigh, got uncomfortable fairly quickly with the way the seam from your jeans dug into you.

“Kinda the point, ain’t it?” The man retorted and tilt his head down to take a look at the pitiful frown on your lips. He chewed at the inside of his cheek for a moment, feeling his heart soften. Joel was mean, sure, but he wasn’t evil.

Finally, Joel conceded and tapped at your leg, “Alright, get up.”

He held your hands to spot you as you slid off his lap, back to your feet. Then his large fingers worked to get your pants off, helping you shimmy out of the denim. Joel gazed at your lower figure fondly, a faint smile creeping on his face as he hooked his finger into your panties, swiftly tugging them down. The man let out a low whistle at the sight of your slick-coated folds, then leaned in, tongue seeking out your entrance briefly before swiping back up to your clit. Your breathing hitched, legs twitching at the new pleasure making your stomach burn hot, then he pulled away again, not before leaving a delicate kiss under your navel.

“Come on back, honey,” Joel’s voice eased from his stern tone, now more gentle and loving. He guided you back over his thigh and closed a fist around the head of his dick once more. A shudder ran up your spine as your lips came in contact with the fabric of his pants, your arousal already soaking the denim. Before you could start moving again, he gripped your chin in his free hand, lightly squeezing to make your lips part and directed them over his length. “Spit.”

Complying willingly, you let saliva gather in your mouth and drooled all over the head and top of his fingers.

“Good girl,” Joel praised lowly and began stroking himself. “Go ‘head, sweetheart.”

Once you got the green light, your hips shifted tentatively before falling into an easy rhythm. An airy sigh pushed past your lips in content as your head fell back into place on Joel’s shoulder. A hand came up to hold it in place, fingers carding through your hair.

“That’s it, baby, jus’ like that.” He murmured, fist tightening around his dick as he watched you greedily get yourself off. Moans and grunts and breathy exhales sounded through the room, along with the wet smacking of Joel’s cock gliding through his hand.

“Actin’ like such a needy slut,” Joel commented, lip curling into a snarl before a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Can’t go two seconds without makin’ a mess’a yourself.” The way Joel went back and forth from degrading to loving then back damn near gave you whiplash.

You mewl into his shirt and clench around air, hips picking up speed while you gripped his bicep. Joel’s thigh was damp with your arousal, the warmth seeping into the fabric and vaguely hitting his skin.

“Or a mess’a me,” He added with a pleased glint in his eyes. You felt his body shake with each passing stroke of his fist. The fact he was getting off to you getting off on him made you shiver with delight. Heat began to build up in your core, stomach fluttering and tightening while goosebumps erupted across your body. You lift your head from his shoulder and crash your lips against his messily; teeth closing, tongues swirling.

You retreat, just enough to speak, “Joel,” the pitch of your voice raised in warning, hips stuttering as your forehead rest against his.

“No,” He denied flatly.

“Joel,” You repeated. Pathetically, Joel thought.

“Gotta learn your lesson somehow,” he countered with an unbothered face, tone lacking sympathy. “If ya wanted some lovin’ y’know ta ask. I’ll take care’a ya.” His own breathing hitched as his thumb swiped over his slit, wiping precum down the underside of his shaft as that close feeling creeped up on him as well.

“But ya didn’t do that, didja? Then you lied-“

“I didn’t wan- fuck- didn’t wanna bother you,” You explained in a hurried slur of your words, throwing your head back while desperately trying to hold off on your orgasm.

Joel’s face softened, but just barely. His tongue clicked, gaze trailing down your neck and to your breasts that subtly bounced with each move of your lower body, then to your pussy gliding back and forth across his denim clad thigh.

Fuck it.

“Okay,” he breathed out with a curt nod and grasped your chin once more, leading you back to face him, “You’re gonna cum- but you’re gonna look at me when ya do, got it?”

You nod against his palm, brows curving inward as your eyelids flutter; the coil on the verge of releasing.

“Repeat it.”

A heavy sigh escaped your lungs, “I look at you wh-when I c- oh, fuck-“ Your eyes widened, cunt clenching as your body convulsed and writhed over top of him.

He smirked proudly when you couldn’t even finish your reply. Your slick spread further over his leg and he relished the feeling. “Good fuckin’ girl, that’s it.”

You continue to ride your high out, eyes never leaving Joel’s. His lips press against yours once more, tongue flicking over your bottom lip before pushing it in. Your hands came up to cradle his face while you swallowed down every single moan and grunt leaving Joel’s throat just as he spilled himself into his fist.

Breaths labored, chests heaving, and legs trembling. You break the kiss and smile down at him before planting a quick peck to the bridge of his nose, making him smile.

“I love you,” Joel whispered, wiping the mess off his fingers onto his pants. Eh, they needed to be cleaned anyways.

“I love you,” You say back. He lies down, pulling you on top as he catches his breath. “I’ll wash your jeans for you next time I do laundry.”

He hums softly, closing his eyes and slips his hand under your shirt, soothingly running his nails up and down your back, “Sounds good,” There was a beat, then, “Jus’ don’t shrink them any further.”

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thank you for reading <3 and thank you for all the love on my previous fics. for the longest time i never posted any of my stories to tumblr because i felt they weren’t “good enough” haha. it’s genuinely keeping me motivated to keep writing and hone my skill, so please feel free to keep reblogging and/or leaving a comment <3

[kissohee]

losing ur virginity with boynextdoor members legal line bnd x fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : N/A ☆ mdni! warnings; leehans big (but we knew this.)

sungho ꨄ︎ when you tell him you want him to take your virginity, he treats it like you had asked him to marry you. he'd take you out before hand, make sure you're all dressed up, and he'd set up candles too. hed walk you through it the entire time, and his entire focus is only on you. the real princess treatment is coming from park sungho. riwoo ꨄ︎ when he finds out you're a virgin, he's a little happy. not because he wants to corrupt you, but because it meant that he wouldnt have to stress about his performance being worse than someone elses. his performance isn't outstanding, but it was good enough for you, and it brought you guys closer than ever. now you both have the chance to improve sexually! jaehyun ꨄ︎ he get's nervous. like super nervous. like he can't breathe nervous. what if he can't make you cum? what if you wish he wasn't your first? like his mind is racing with so much overthinking. but when the time comes, he'd be so focused on making you cum that he forgets to cum himself. taesan ꨄ︎ you and taesan have done things prior, however you had never gone all the way. he'd also be somewhat romantic like sungho but not as much. would definitely consist of mainly making out, and then both of you cumming really fast. leehan ꨄ︎ foreplay. lots of it. he's a big guy, and the last thing he wants is to hurt you. so he'd rub your clit till you cum, then he'd make you cum on his fingers, and then maybe if he feels you're ready, he'd actually penetrate you. he'd take it slow and be very patient, but he can't promise that he'd stay that way moving forward.

[drabblesandimagines]

Pink Gingham

Leon Kennedy x reader Established relationship, all fluff

It had been a long week at work. A number of your colleagues calling in sick and multiple projects in the pipeline, you’d tried to take up some of the slack with ill-advised early starts and late finishes...

Truthfully, if Leon hadn’t been away on assignment, you wouldn’t have volunteered for so much overtime.

The house still felt too big compared to the apartment you’d once shared, so the more time out of it at the moment the better, in your opinion. You’d started to feel a little off Friday morning, cast it aside as nothing that a lie-in Saturday would sort, but still found yourself awake at sunrise.

You’d got up, checked your phone to see if there were any messages – zero – showered and dressed, and taken the early wake-up call as a sign that you shouldn’t lie in today, but instead head downstairs to start on the long list of housework that had been neglected with good intentions.

You fill the kitchen sink with hot, soapy water and begin to wash the numerous glasses and cups that have built up. It must be the steam from the sink because there’s sweat on your brow by the second cup. You reason you should wait for the water cool down and take a bottle of water out the fridge, greedily gulping down half the thing before you change tact to loading the dishwasher.

After loading up the racks, you still feel too hot for what should for such a menial task. You’re feeling more akin to that time you tried to join Leon in one of his ridiculous work outs in the garage. To top it off, the beginning of a headache is now beginning to pound at your temples. You try and rub it half-heartedly away with your fingers, finally fighting back a yawn.

You check your phone again – still nothing.

It wouldn’t hurt to go back to bed, would it?

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Your phone buzzes almost violently on the bedside table, startling you awake. The headache you had before you’d laid down for what might turn out to be an ill-advised nap doesn’t seem to have shifted, even with the painkillers you’d taken. In fact, it feels worse than it did, graduating into a horrible, constant throb around your temples.

You weakly kick the duvet off of you, feeling flush – should have got changed into your pjyamas rather than getting in bed fully dressed - and reach out blindly for your phone, holding it above your face to squint at the screen, trying to decipher what it was determined to tell you.

Two new messages from Leon.

Finally on my way home, sweetheart. Wrapped up yesterday but they wouldn’t discharge me till this morning. ETA 210 minutes.

You would’ve rolled your eyes at the acronym if it wasn’t already hard enough to focus.

And before you ask – bit bruised. Don’t recommend a prison tour…! All good otherwise x

Leon had set out on an assignment the previous weekend and you hadn’t heard much from him besides one text message a day, a sentence of more than three words if you were particularly lucky, often sweet words...

"All good."

"Miss you, sweetheart."

"I love you."

"Recycling out tomorrow!"

..or reminders about something you'd forget to do completely if he wasn't around. In fact, that’s the way it had always been if he was on what you’d call 'active duty', not just him in a stuffy suit up DC way, trailing behind the President. It's not like you’d got used to not hearing much from him, just that it was expected.

There was always that little lump in your throat when he was away, of course there was, that this would be the time you wouldn't hear from him at all and there'd just be a knock on the door, agents dressed in mourning suits.

Besides, you’d rather his focus was on coming back to you in one piece than trying to compose an update whilst shielding from bullets or something horrifying.

You haul yourself out of bed, immediately regretting it when your vision swims and you fall back down heavily on the mattress, balance somewhat abandoning you.

Probably just got up too fast, you reason, try and shrug it off. There’s there niggling feeling in the pit of your stomach that you’re not well, but you’re going to remain in denial about it. You hate being sick, will never acknowledge you’re feeling under the weather to your grave and just muster on. It’s all psychological – it’s just a headache, you haven’t drunk enough water, not after you’ve sweated the last one out, didn’t have a proper breakfast either.

You’re fine. There’s too much to do, anyway. Every single time Leon had arrived home from an assignment it had been to a clean house and a home-cooked meal keeping warm in the oven, his favourite sweatpants fresh out of the dryer after you’d convinced him to soak in the tub – worked wonders for tense and bruised muscles – and you’ll be damned if he didn’t have the same today. It’s what he deserves.

He'd beam as soon as he walked in, wrapping you up tight in his arms, pressing a kiss against your temple and you’d run him said bath, finishing off dinner to be served for when he returned downstairs. What would follow would be an early retreat to bed, sometimes for devouring kisses and more, or just embraced in each other’s arms.

Leon’s text was from a while ago, so he couldn’t be too far away. Probably be hungry as well – often running off pure adrenaline when he was fighting for his life, then had an insatiable appetite on his return – so you really should try and see what you could combine from whatever’s in the refrigerator.

Ugh – you hadn’t done a grocery run in a few days. That had been on your agenda for today, though you’re not sure you’ll have time for that now. The laundry hamper is close to overflowing, the dishwasher definitely needs running after you crammed it full after dinner last night, some rogue plates and glasses piled up besides the sink and definitely a few rooms would benefit from the vacuum being run around.

You don’t even what to think about the garbage and recycling situation.

So much for his usual welcome home deal, then.

You get up a little slower this time, rewarded for your efforts by no spots of black in your vision and carefully head out the bedroom and towards the stairs, perhaps gripping the banister a little too firm on your descent than usual.

The easiest task by far is to pop the tablet in the dishwasher and set that to run, so you do that first, though making sure to bend down slowly after the previous bouts of head rush. After it whirs into action, you grab an apron off the hook – a pink frilly gingham one, a gift from a friend – and turn your attention to the fridge and proceed to stare forlornly at the contents, hoping for inspiration to strike.

You close the door in defeat and lean up against the counter. Maybe there’s some pasta and sauce in the cupboard…? Your thought is cut off as you hear the front door unlock.

“Sweetheart, you home?” You want to think it’s the sound of his voice that makes you weak at the knees, but you’d be a liar.

“In the kitchen!” You call back, keeping yourself propped up against the counter. Usually you’d be rushing towards him, colliding into his chest for a hug but everything feels impossible.

“Hey.” He smiles, creases at the corner of those blue eyes you could stare into for hours. Though he wasn’t lying in his text about the bruises – there’s a black eye blooming, currently a rather pleasing shade of purple, and plenty of other marks and scrapes littering his arms.

“Hey. Sorry, I haven’t started dinner yet.” Leon raises his eyebrow at that, and you feel awful, but it’s not for the reason you think. “No, sorry. I mean, welcome home! I’ll just star-” You stand upright, intending to head over to the cupboard in search of something, but your step is a bit too heavy, too quick to move and your vision swims again.

“Whoa.” Leon catches you by your shoulders, holding you up. “You feeling all right there, sweetpea?”

“I’m great.” You try and shrug him off, but his heavy palms stay in place. “Are you okay?”

His brows furrow, eyes scanning over your face. “You look hot.” The concern gives way to a grin as he realizes what he’s said. “I mean, not the usual hot. Warm.”

A hand remains on your shoulder while he moves the other to your forehead, gauging your temperature, but you’ll be damned to admit it feels soothingly cool. “I’ll turn the AC on. Let me-”

“Shit, no. You’re burning up.” Leon’s eyes widen, a worried crease appearing on his brow. “How long have you been like this?”

“No, it’s just…” You pull your head back from his hand, reluctantly. “It’s just hot in here.”

He gives you a skeptical look as you try and step around him – a look that would usually be accompanied with his hands on his hips if he didn’t still have one keeping you in place.

“How long?” He repeats, his mind racing, heart pounding. It was protocol to be decontaminated after any interaction with a BOW – he’d showered and changed clothes since Alcatraz. Hell, he’d bagged up his old ones to be incinerated, just to be sure. He knows it’s not logical, he can’t have brought something back with him and it affect you this fast, but the worry still surfaces. “From before I got home or just now? Did you feel a sting or anything?”

“Sting? No.” You shake your head, scrambling for excuses. “I’ve had a headache all morning but I probably haven’t drunk enough water. And… And I didn’t have the AC on or the windows open today, it’s probably that.”

“Mm-hm.” He relaxes a little, he’d already began calculating the distance between here and the lab. “Have I told you before that you’re a terrible liar?”

“Honestly, I’m fine,” you protest, taking advantage. “I can get dinner started at least. You go relax and I’ll…!”

Your vision swims again from sudden movement, but this time it’s from Leon sweeping you up into his arms. He doesn’t even let out a grunt, even though you know he must be aching from the amount of bruises he has.

“Sweetheart, we’re barely into the afternoon. You don’t need to worry about dinner - you’re going back to bed.”

“No, I’ve got so much to do.” You lament, though you don’t fight as he adjusts his hold on you, wrapping your arms around his neck as he heads towards the stairs.

“So? I can handle it.”

“But you just got back, I should be looking after you.”

That’s the way it had always been. Leon comes home and you’re there for him, however he needs you to be. Sometimes he’ll tell you about what happened as he cuddles into your chest – likes to hear your heartbeat, reminds him of some good in the world – but you’ve failed miserably this time, not even remotely prepared.

“Sweetpea, I know you hate being sick but you aren’t going to feel any better pushing yourself, okay? Let me fuss over my favourite girl for once.”

You don’t say anything as he places you gently down on the bed, sitting up against the headrest. He goes over to the dresser and pulls out one of his t-shirts, tugging the knot of the apron strings loose before softly asking you to put your arms up above your head. It’s all gentle touches, removing the apron, coercing you out of your top and into his, shuffling you out of your jeans and pulling back the covers for you to get in.

“These the painkillers you took?” He lifts up the box from the bedside table, eyes skimming the instructions and dosage.

“Yeah.” You mumble back, nuzzling your cheek into the pillow. “I don’t remember when though.”

“We’ll hold off a couple more hours, then, before another dose.”

He grabs the glass that was sat beside the pills and retreats into the bathroom, where you hear the tap run for a moment before he’s back at your side, placing down the glass of water. He crouches down besides you and gently brushes some of your hair behind your ear.

“Can I get you anything?”

You open an eye. “You.”

He grins, gets to his feet and carefully clambers over you to lie down at your back, draping a heavy arm around your waist.

“Only for a bit, though. Don’t want you overheating from me.”

“Mm-hm…” You mumble into the pillow, feeling your body relax. The weight of his arm feels nice – reassuring. “Love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

It isn’t long before Leon can hear your breathing change, assuring him that you’ve drifted off to sleep. He could stay there easily, just close his eyes and nod off and though he knows you would never oppose that, the way you’d be so determined to get the house in order... A flash of pink gingham on the floor makes up his mind.

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You wake up alone in the bed, a little confused, but clear of the awful headache. Looking for the glass of water you know that Leon left there earlier, you notice that the bedside table now holds your phone, plugged into charge. You sit up slowly – still wary of dizzy spells - greedily drink from the glass of water, feeling it slip down your throat into a particularly empty stomach. Seems like your appetite had decided to reappear.

The digital alarm clock over on the dresser shows that it’s gone 8pm and, most intriguingly, the laundry basket is now empty. Huh.

You don’t bother to dress as you head downstairs, still clad in Leon’s t-shirt. The TV’s playing on a low volume, a candle burning on the coffee table. You can hear the thrum of the washing machine from the utility and when you head through to the kitchen, you find Leon hunched over the sink, apron strings tied around his waist as he dips a glass into the soapy water. The dishwasher is slightly ajar and you can see it’s been emptied, and he’s washing everything left in the sink – by hand.

He looks over his shoulder with a hesitant smile at the sound of your footsteps and then turns, drying his hands off on the apron – the pink frilly gingham number seems to suit him a little too well.

“Hey. Not sure you should be up yet, sweetheart. You were a bit unsteady on your feet earlier. Go sit down for me?”

“Okay.” You nod, and he’s pleased that you don’t protest – putting it down to the fact that you still must be feeling somewhat lousy. He traces your footsteps as you plod over to sit on the sofa though, just in case, and watches you curl up against the armrest.

“You feel up to eating something? I ordered in some soup earlier. Can warm it up on the stove now if you like – it’s your favourite.”

You nod. “That sounds nice.”

“Coming right up.” He pulls the blanket from off the armchair – the one that’s usually reserved for movie nights – and tucks it around you, pressing a kiss on your forehead as he does.

He turns to head back to the kitchen when he feels your fingers curl around his wrist, causing him to pause.

“I’m sorry I’m an awful patient.”

“You’re not, just stubborn,” Leon corrects with a cocky grin, but it doesn’t have the desired effect as the pout remains in place on your lips, thoughts spiraling. “But so am I.”

“No, I should be looking after you. You should be coming back to everything in order. Whatever this is won’t be anywhere near as bad as what you’ve been through - those bruises look so sore an-“

“Hey, it’s not a competition, sweetpea.” He says, softly, crouching down in front of you, rubbing your thigh with his right hand. “We’re a team, aren’t we?”

“It feels like I’ve let you down.”

“Never.” He says, firmly, giving you thigh a squeeze. “Actually impossible. I’m just glad I got back in time to keep an eye on you, I just hate the idea of you feeling lousy on your own.”

The washing machine beeps from the utility and he gets to his feet, passing you the remote from the coffee table. “Why don’t you find us something to watch, and I’ll move the laundry to the dryer and get that soup warmed up?”

“If you’re sure.”

He bends down, presses a kiss against your crown.

“Positive.”

He only makes it a few steps back towards the kitchen when you call out, looking bashful.

“Leon?”

“Mm?” He twists slightly to look back in curiosity.

“You look cute in that apron.”

He gives you a twirl, ending with a beaming grin. “I know.”

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[gardenwons]

HELP YOU OUT :: sim jaeyun

SYNOPSIS: jake always helped you out with anything, but now that he evidently has a problem down there you decided it was time to reciprocate the care and love he had always shown you.

PAIRINGS: bf nerd!jake x gf reader

GENRE: established relationship, smut, fluff.

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

WARNINGS: blowjob, praise, pet names, smut w/ almost no plot, shy jake :((, maybe also not shy jake :))

Jake was always shy when around you, even as he mustered up the courage to ask you out, his nervousness made him a stuttering mess, and the words he wanted to say seemed to playfully dance just out of reach. But, fortunately, you knew him well already, and your heart warmed at the sight of his charming shyness. Giving a nod then a peck on his cheek, shocked- he stared at you in awe, already somewhat in love with you.

Another day, and it was time for the usual study date with Jake. He was a diligent student, always focused on his academics. As you both settled in, you couldn't help but notice the tension painted on his face, cheeks redder than ever.

Whenever you accompanied Jake to the library, it seemed like a recurring scene that played out. You would sometimes get so engrossed in your studies that you'd doze off, and he, being the sweetest boyfriend, would gently wake you up with a tender touch. With a caring gesture, he'd wipe off any stray droplets from the corner of your mouth. Both your bags are already packed, him carrying it for you as he accompanies you home. His loving nature always shone through, and you couldn't help but feel grateful to have someone as caring as him in your life. You cherished these little moments that strengthened his trust and love in you.

But today was different, the air felt thick as he kept fidgeting in his seat beside you, worried— you'd place the back of your hand over his forehead and he flinches. "huh? what's wrong, love?" you'd ask in worry, placing your hand over his, trying to meet his eyes that were purposefully averting your gaze.

A soft nothing comes out of him as he fixes his glasses on the bridge of his nose, trying to focus back on his textbook on whatever physics topic he was on. Worry doesn't leave your body as your eyes travel around his body, searching for any bruises or wounds until they drop to his pants, which appeared to be far too tight for whatever was developing underneath. Your breath hitched, it's not like you both haven't done anything close to something like that, but still.

Your fingers ghosted over his thighs, with that— his head whipped so fast in your direction and blinked innocently. "What are you doing?" he asked, his plump lips begging to be kissed by you but you kept calm and grinned. Fingers grazing over his bulge, tracing over the length while staring him down hungrily. "m wanna help you, jakey" feigning a pout, you'd scoot closer to him as he panics. Eyes searching around the library where it was almost deserted except by the two of you.

"B-but we're studying? We need to study...I need to study" His eyes scan over yours, somewhat begging to not do it here but his grip on his pencil has grown so tight that his knuckles are turning white. "Let me help you please, just this once?" Jake would have his mouth agape, unsure of what to do or whether his morals would permit him to do it in this situation, but shockingly he nodded against his better judgement and watched as you disappeared under the table, hidden away from eyes that tried to pry.

"Be quiet for me, mhm?" you said as you unzipped his pants, hooking your fingers on both his undergarments and waited for his response. Sweat was already forming on his temples, he gulped and moaned as a form of yes. His thick member sprang out of his pants, staring at it in shock at how big your shy boyfriend was concealing. 

Despite the fact that you didn't know why he had such a nasty little problem, you were already taking his head in your mouth, sucking on it sweetly. Jake wasn't sure if he found this way too kinky, but he was obviously enjoying it as he clung desperately to the table's edges. The anxiousness in his chest died down when he looked down at how preciously dirty you looked.

"God, angel you look so good.." He'd whisper above his breath, a hand slowly making its way to your hair and gripping it gently. "M..more please?" he asked just as he had the confidence to push your head down his length, sucking in harshly from the warmth of your mouth. Holding back with all his might from fucking up in your throat and come so early.

Licking his lips, he'd be so shaky and hand would feel so clammy with his other hand still gripping the table so tightly. His body arched in response to your choked sound, which sounded like sweet music to him. He whines when you press against his thighs, pleading with him not to be too rough, but he can't help but marvel at you with hunger in his eyes every time his cock stuffs your mouth so nicely.

His small but increasingly erratic thrusts, glasses that fogged up as he gripped your hair more tightly, and praises that flowed from his mouth like a sinner's prayer, and god does he look so undeniably erotic in this fucked out state. Your nose hit his abdomen as he pushed your head downward. "Fuck- angel,'m so close," he says, his eyes closing tightly as he feels the orgasm rip through. He bites down on his bottom lip when he realises how you were swallowing, taking all of his load without missing a drop, being the good girl that you want to be for him at that moment.

Gently pulling away, he used his handkerchief to wipe off the sweat from your forehead and any residue from your mouth. Love adorned his face as he tidied and helped you back up to your seat. Jake showered your face with smouldering kisses, teasing, "Such an overachiever, huh?" You playfully slapped his shoulder, but he cooed, nuzzling at the crook of your neck, and softly murmured, "You did so well for me, angel." A dreamy sigh escaped him as he felt your hand stroke his hair.

"I never knew you could be this naughty, Sim Jake”you'd playfully remark, glancing at the table strewn with abandoned books and highlighters, shaking your head at what just happened. "Well…would you like to know more then?" Jake would ask, a hopeful expression in his puppy-like eyes as he gazed up at you with a subtle pout. And who were you to say no to him, honestly?

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Mark Webber: Yes Chef!

Pairing: Mark Webber x F!reader

Summary: After waking up and smelling something delicious, you went to the kitchen to find out Mark is a splendid chef...but that wasn't the only thing he's good at.

Tw: Minors dni!!!! 18+ Only, Smut, fluffly? Mark's a sweetheart, cum eating, Mark is a bit obsessed, a little teasing, Oral (f receiving), overstimulation if you squint, think that's all for now!

Words: 3,6k

A/N: i'm really sorry this took so long! And i'm sorry it's short! Couldn't wrap my head around it, this past few weeks were a mess! But i really hope you all enjoy it, and if there's something wrong, do forgive me! The pictures also aren't mine!

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"Good morning sleepy head!" Mark's voice startled you a bit as you came downstairs to the kitchen, you smelt something but didn't even knew he could hear your footsteps approaching.

Yesterday you slept a bit early, and no matter how much time you got resting, the yawning and tiredness on the face are still there.

He was cooking, with a gentle and silly smile on his face, content in the most simple manner, looking at the food, which you also did with a small grimace, while rubbing your eye and coming closer.

"Mornin...what you're doing?" Your voice was soft, your kinda sleepy state left it like that, which he noticed and couldn't help but think it's too cute while you eyed his food

"Oh this? A...normal american breakfast, i think? Eggs, bacon" he explained simply, focusing on the eggs again while you still looked kinda puzzled at it

"No?! It has... vegetables, no American would eat that healthy, specially in the morning" you couldn't help but make a joke and make him laugh, he was a bit laid-back, something he was always around people he felt comfortable with, but specially you "but it does smells fucking delicious...and it looks good, how come you never told me you could cook?"

You hop slowly and with a smile on the counter, close to where he was cooking to watch it, you could swear you saw a faint blush on his cheeks because of the praise on his food

"Thank you sweetheart, and yeah...i'm proud to say that i know my way around a kitchen" he said winking playfully, what made you smile, paying attention to his face while he was beautifully focused on making breakfast for you both.

The Aussie had a big nose, that is no doubt...and it made him even more beautiful like that, the kind of nose that you felt the urge to just curiously let your fingers glide on the silhouette of it...the other part of your brain saying that it would feel like heaven to sit on...but you just ignore, can't have that kind of thoughts in a Sunday morning, you didn't even had breakfast yet, so you focus on his eyes instead, on the light, they looked a lighter green in the light, with a gentle gleam, his short beard looking smooth to caress, and his hair somewhat messy, looking like he woke up a few minutes ago, but when you decided you were eyeing too much you looked down at the food again, the man completely oblivious to your attentive stare.

"Is this what you eat on Down Under?" You teased him, which he let out a funny scoff

"Sometimes i just have a regular coffee" he shrugged his arms like it was nothing, as if he didn't said something a bit alarming

"Mark?! What the hell? You do know that you can't just not eat and drink coffee in the morning right? Are you trying to kill yourself?" you pushed gently his shoulder which made him laugh a little

"Don't worry babe, it's not like i regularly do this...and plus, i'm not always hungry on the mornings" he said quietly and with a relaxed smile on the lips, you rolled your eyes at his statement and shook your head but something catch your eyes, his strong jawline being more prominent when he turned his face to the side a little while finishing the eggs, it was a sight to see him cooking and you got a bit disappointed that you didn't catch him cooking since the beginning, you could have appreciated more.

You tried to stop daydreaming about his face and skill, looking around, only now noticing that the house was too quiet, and that wasn't normal since it wasn't that early and you both aren't alone there, and while making a small grimace, you couldn't help but ask.

"Where's everyone?"

"I think Fernando and Sebastian said something about a lake close down hill, probably swimming, more exciting than the pool here...and Jenson is off to the closest town, he wanted to buy something" he said while making small faces while talking, probably was doing something while they were talking, because he looked like he didn't payed attention that much.

"Oh the lake sounds nice, why did you stay?" You asked curiously, seeing him turning off the stove to search for plates on the cupboards

"I wanted to stay here for when you wake up, i told the boys to go without me." The man said casually as if he wasn't expecting you to have any reaction to him being nice, he always was, of course, but you weren't expecting that.

"Wait..." You said slightly surprised and getting silent for a few seconds before continuing "Really?! You didn't have to do that, Mark"

"But i wanted to, didn't wanted you to wake up and be all alone" he explained while sliding carefully the eggs with vegetables on the plate, next to another plate full of toasts, which you didn't even saw when you came.

He kept saying things like it was the most common things ever, like everybody did what he's doing, but that left you kinda surprised and quickly warmed your heart.

"That's too thoughtful of you." You said smiling gently and sliding off of the counter to get close to him, he did look even taller that close but you're short anyways, it shouldn't surprise you at this point. He looked at you with a gentle smile. "That is probably the sweetest thing i've ever heard, I could literally kiss you right now."

"Then do it, sweetheart"

He suddenly said and your playful smile vanished, you both were eyeing each other in silence and he was serious about it, with a faint smile on his lips but you heard the tone, a blush appearing on your cheeks, you got so close to just throw yourself on his arms and claim his lips, both looking at each other's mouth but after a few seconds, his face grew slightly hot since you didn't reply or moved, he thought he was stupid for suggesting something like that, he thought he fucked up and desperately tried to pretend he didn't meant that.

"I-I..forget it, it was a joke, don't worry" while stuttering he went to focus on something else to not let the air awkward but you quickly tried to stop him

"No, Mark, hey, look at me" you laugh a bit tenderly, getting close to him and reaching for his face, to make sure he was looking while you were speaking, and when your eyes met, he knew you understood he was embarrassed because he thought he misunderstood "you just caught me off guard, that's all."

Slowly, you stood on your tip toes and him, even surprised, held your waist with his big hands, turning his head a little to the side, you kissed the corner of his lip gently, he almost gasped but held it in, didn't knew you would actually do something like this, sure did left him surprised.

You were grinning at him now, caressing his cheek bones with your thumbs, speaking in a lower gentle voice "I think that's enough for now"

"You... didn't have to do that, you know?" He said playfully, adjusting his hands more comfortably on your waist, looking more relaxed while pulling your body closer and looking down at your beautiful eyes, which he always loved, it was probably one of his favourite things about you, those curious gentle eyes.

You almost felt tempted to kiss his lips fully this time, almost. Both were close still, he was holding you, almost wishing he just pulled you on the kitchen island and kissed you till you were begging him to do more, he had almost the same thoughts and you could see in each other's eyes that, the tension increasing a little, then he cleared his throat, ending the trance, both blinking a few times, avoiding eye contact and looking elsewhere, his touch getting lighter on your hips until the big hands weren't there anymore, made you feel disappointed deep down inside...but the tension was still on the air.

"Well, how about we make some pancakes as well? We need something sweet" you suggested with a slight shy smile, putting one lock of your hair behind the ear, the thought that passed to the older man's head was that the only thing sweet that he was starting to crave was you, but he thanked the heaven's you couldn't hear it, he shouldn't feel this way about you... but it's not like he could control the way his body reacted or the paths his thoughts went.

"Good oil! Let's do it" he said getting his mind out of his pervert thoughts, but you eyed him quietly because of the slang.

"Mark... what's that?" You sounded confused and he just laughed.

"It's me saying you had a good idea... nevermind" he waved his hand playfully.

"You gonna have to teach me one of those someday" you smiled and turned to grab all the things you needed to make the pancakes with him.

"Sure thing, as many as you want!" Moving to help, he spoke.

Australia had some pretty original and funny slangs that you founded so interesting, like right now, Mark had a beaming smile on his face while he grabbed what you couldn't reach from the cupboards, you could totally say he's "Grinning like a shot fox" which kinda means he's entirely satisfied and happy with that time you both are having together.

"So...no bacon?" You asked playfully starting to mix all the ingredients slowly.

"Now what's the point after the eggs with vegetables?" He asked playfully as well, stretching his arms, and while doing that, the shirt got pulled up a little, showing the hem of his white boxers, you almost...almost reached and touched his abdomen because it was quite tempting to feel how smooth his skin would be there...

"You're right, yeah"

After he understood that talking about the kiss didn't fucked your friendship, he got a lot more closer physically, and you kinda started to lean on him more, both your bodies doing something completely automatic. After finished mixing the ingredients for the pancake, it looked pretty consistent, the mixture had that familiar pancake color, but your eyes got a glimpse of the blue food coloring on the counter, it made you get ideas. The older man was a bit curious, he was close to you, resting one of his heavy hands against the counter gently, using his other hand to rest on your hip while he looked over you to what you were doing when you grabbed the food coloring. Have him this close was relaxing, you looked sideways to his bigger but gentle hand there, couldn't help but take a small step behind, absentmindedly, your body seeking the warmth of his, which was very welcomed because his own body took a small step closer, your back already pressed against his chest in a comfortable way, he was slightly bent, to get close to your height, both making small and casual talk while grabbing the pan to make the pancakes.

"Can i get a taste?" Mark whispered close to your ear, he wasn't planning to make you feel a goosebump travelling through your skin...but it's not like you controlled those things.

You turned your head slightly, almost touching your face with his, your breaths mingling, from this close you could see the grayish hair and a few on his beard that was growing, he was a bit older than the others and that was clear to see...those greying strand's just left him even more attractive.

"the mixing? I mean- of course it is, duh" you said laughing a bit shy, he just smirked but didn't answer, so you rushed, encouraging him "sure, go on"

You took the opportunity to taste it yourself, dipping gently one of your fingers but before it could reach your mouth, he grabbed your wrist, at first you got confused but he had a face that he knew exactly what he was doing. Slowly, he brought your finger to his parted lips, tasting the mixing, and you looked complete amazed by the scene so closely, with your lips slightly parted, a bit with the breath hitched because he did that out of nowhere, feeling your cheeks warming up, he made a small face and hummed as he slide your finger out, relishing the taste, clicking his tongue.

"Hmmm, that's delicious and it's not too sweet" he said with a gentle smile, but deep down inside he knew exactly what he was doing this time, provoking you a little.

For a few seconds both just stared at each other, he seemed to be challenging you, in a way, with that gaze, and you did took up on that challenge because all of sudden your lips smashed on his in a searing kiss, which he quickly responded...he has been waiting for this since you entered the kitchen, just never showed it.

You turned around and quickly held softly his face, moving your thumbs in a gentle caress, he saw that as an opportunity and fast enough lifted you by the hips untill he was between youregs while you sat at the counter, immediately embracing his neck to enjoy better the feeling of your lips together, pulling his body closer, licking in a provoking way before biting not too harshly, only made him groan, a shiver went through your bodies, that only made the aussie deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue slowly to dance with yours, despite the kiss being a bit desperate, your breathes ragged already, it was also unhurried, there was a fire between you both but...it wasn't sloppy...not that it would be bad if it was, but he was taking his time to savour that and it only made your skin burn more, specially when he held your chin and tilted a little more, using the other hand to held the side of your neck, applying just a little pressure with his thumb on the chin, pulling down slightly, the hand felt big enough to hold your neck just the right way...jesus, you swore that you could become so putty on his hands, and he somewhat felt that, heard your sigh between the kiss, the corner of his mouth curled up a little, sliding his hand that was formerly on the chin to your waist, feeling your body just a little, clutching your skin there.

You let out a small whimper, making him sigh after hearing, discovering every spot that made you react when he touched, it aroused him to no end. You slide one of your hands to his chest, almost testing what his reaction would be when your curious fingers found the hem of his shirt and pressed your palm at his abs, feeling the hot skin gliding on yours when you moved up and down, even using the tip of your nails carefully, seeking a reaction, and of course you made him undoubtedly shiver and grunt.

"Fuck...let me...let me taste you" he whispered breatheless against your lips, like he needed badly, and it did made you stop, gently fluttering your eyes open with your hand inside his shirt. Deep down inside he was hoping it wasn't too much, but he felt too tempted now, almost aching for that, you could clearly see that on his eyes, they were darker now.

"Go on...please" you asked close to his lips and that made him cuss under his breath again, thought that having you asking so softly to him to do it was...so, so hot.

Quickly the tallest one started to kiss down your neck, taking his time, making you throw your head back slowly so he could have more room, he enjoyed that fact, humming against your skin as he nibble and suck against the sweet spot there, close to your collarbone, you let out a lovingly whimper, wondering on the back of your head how did he find that so quickly, not minding if your neck might have his marks, head a bit clouded with lust by now. He was the biggest fan of the sounds you let out and he made sure to try and make you react to everything.

"Hold on to me" he whispered and carefully held you by your thighs when you hugged his strong neck, placing you on the kitchen island, it was bigger and more comfortable.

He pecked your lips two times tenderly, it made you a little soft, laying your body against the colder surface when he pushed without force, he didn't need to anyway, you were too comfortable, too into that to even let your nerves take over because nobody has ever done that. Carefully pulling the hem of your pajama shirt up, not wasting any time to press his warm lips on the soft flesh, you could feel he was holding back a little, his fingers flexed a bit nervous sometimes, hell...he wanted to eat you out like you were his last goddamn meal, like he was fucking starving, famish to have just a taste, but he couldn't, at least not now, he knew you were new to this, he didn't wanted to overwhelm you.

"babe your skin is so soft..." He praised, what did made your cheeks gain a little color while he kissed up and down your stomach, the shirt hem was pulled until he could see the swell of your breasts, it was tempting but didn't pulled further. He teased you a little, sometimes making the tip of his tongue trace the skin close to the hem of your pajama pants from hip to hip, making your stomach do flips, anticipating and almost torturing both of you, because he was as eager as you were.

"S-Stop being such a tease Mark" your voice small and trembling while squirming gently when he sucked a mark next to your hip bone, earning a chuckle and a bite there that made you whine.

"Someone want this as bad as i do...have a little patience, i want to make this good for you."

You kept looking down, only your head up while your body was laying on the kitchen counter, heart pounding like crazy on your ribcage, breathing uneven, face hot, not even thinking about what the boys would think if they ever discover you both did that on the kitchen.

He started to finally pull down your pants, but he made sure to pull your panties as well, because he was patient and he wanted to make things go smoothly for you...but he was getting a bit desperate to get a taste.

"Oh...now that's a pretty sight... you're already wet" he whispered a bit amazed and with a bright half smile on the lips, eyes shining like two stars, he almost stopped just to watch for a little while...you looked so goddamn gorgeous to him and the look he gave made you tear your gaze away a little shyly...gosh when will you get used to that?

He dropped the clothes on the floor, running his big and heavy hands on your bare legs now, exploring your skin, getting almost too close to where you needed him but never touching, it made a few goosebumps travel through your body.

The man was enjoying the view almost too much, took all his strength to not bury so suddenly his face between your legs, but he lifted one of your legs, starting by kissing and nibbling up and down the inner side of them, getting close enough to your core so you could feel his breath there - which alone made you whimper - but he held himself back and started to do that with the other leg, tasting your skin, he wanted to remember that so made sure to give both legs the same treatment. Sometimes looking up to see your flushed sweet face, eagerly watching him too close, with the pupils getting progressively bigger. The older man smiled, looking down at your glistening pussy, presenting to him like the most delicious feast...it looked even more appealing than the breakfast long forgotten that he made...couldn't help himself staying too close, so in a swift move, he placed one of your legs on his shoulder, not wanting to lose any more time, brushing his tongue against your clit for a taste, making you jolt because of the sudden contact and pleasure, a new and foreign feeling...but it felt good, his tongue was so warm and wet, and he, on purpose, circle your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking and putting slightly pressure there one time, making you mewl and squirm because it was a little too fast.

"Sorry love... it's hard to go slow with you spread so beautifully like this" he whispered kinda breatheless, burying his face there after, lapping at your juices, it was so fucking good and you were moaning and whimpering a bit loudly, glad that nobody was on the house right now or that might be embarrassing after.

You constantly moved your hips a little, his tongue explored every inch of your sensitive and wet skin, spreading your lips so he could press the tip against your entrance a bit to provoke, groaning everytime he tasted you, his eyes closed, and that sight alone made you moan and blush, he actually enjoyed that, you could see how joyful he was about doing this with you. He used both of the hands to go around your legs, placing them on each side of your hips, making sure to keep them pressed against the kitchen island, you were moving too much and he had to keep you steady, but you couldn't help it when it felt so delicious, so relaxing, you never had a sensation quite like this, it's almost as if he was taking a huge weight of your body, almost as if your body was about to mold with the surface you're against, every flick of his big tongue making you dizzy with pleasure, anticipating the next one, the next move, how such little thing was making the whole room feel warm, how it was making you want to blabber incoherent things but also chant only his name over and over again.

You gripped and pulled softly at his beautiful hair, everytime he felt that, couldn't help but moan against you, making you mewl because of the vibration, his beard that was growing was a little ticklish on the best way possible, his big nose bumped, pressed and brushed against your little bud when he got a bit too excited - sometimes on purpose - and it made you feel shocks of pleasure, arching your back suddenly, pressing his face there even more, breatheless moans coming out, almost closing your legs but he held it quickly.

"no, no, keep your legs open baby, be a good girl" he suddenly gripped your thighs and pressed them against your stomach gently, making you even more open, holding it that way so you wouldn't be able to close them, no matter how much they tremble, how much pleasure you felt, just keeping them pressed there. You could feel your juices dripping down his face as he eat you out like a starving man, making you get out of breath for the fifth time, arching your back, body warming up so much, burying his face there even more, placing your other leg on his shoulder while he moved his lips and tongue without a break to give you pleasure and because he wouldn't dare to stop now.

"Please...Mark...fuck! More..." You pleaded a little desperately, running your nails against his head, making him shiver, pressing his fingers against your waist while he was gently exploring you with his tongue like an expert, as if he made this everyday...but oh boy how he did wish that he could do that with you everyday, to please you all the time, to be able to feel your sweet nectar. Made sure to adjust your legs better on his broad shoulders, breathing against your skin.

"Oh i love your moans... they're so pretty, moan more for me sweetheart" his voice was smooth, while inhaling, trying to contain himself to not make you come more than once, to not overstimulate you the whole morning with how divine you tasted for him, eyes almost rolled back everytime, your brain almost shortcutting with how obsessed he became doing that, moaning his name even more melodic as he asked. "you taste so sweet baby...so good..."

He focused on your clit right now, licking slowly, alternating his movements, making you sigh and pant, with your eyes closed, head thrown back while one of your hands held firmly his locks. He loved so much to see you like this, so much that he made sure to keep his eyes open so could see your reactions closely and bask himself on the fact that he was the one giving you that much pleasure, your chest going up and down quickly, your body sweating. Eagerly sliding his open big hand from your stomach to your breasts, suddenly grasping one of them, playing with it, squeezing and pinching, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers, increasing your pleasure.

The other hand, he brought to your pussy lips, lazily running his tongue in circles on the most sensitive part still, just carefully brushing teasingly his fingers there. That familiar warmth on your womb increasing slightly faster, much more than what you were expecting.

"M-Mark...y-yes... that's...so good" you whined, his only response was to abuse of that point now, moving his lips and tongue nonstop, alternating between licking and sucking, even gliding his teeth there on a gentle manner, all while being careful enough to not hurt you, still doing that like his life depended on it, gripping your other breast on his gentle but eager hand, kneading it, enjoying how it almost fitted perfectly on his hold.

Your legs shaking, torn between arching your hips and getting a little away because it was fast, it was so much pleasure, the pressure building quickly, you almost couldn't hold it in, even though deep down inside you wanted to prolong this feeling, seeing him, down on his knees, eating you out like you were his favourite meal, a bit sweaty, enjoying himself just like you were enjoying yourself, but he could feel and see your muscles contracting a little, your legs trying to close around his head.

"You want to come, baby? Hum?" He asked taking his lips away a few seconds, and you almost whined for the loss of contact, but quickly came back, burying his face there sometimes and growling because it tasted so good to him, the sounds sloppy...it almost made you blush even though you're so close to cumming...you never thought somebody would enjoy that much, but here he is, practically worshiping that.

"Y-Yeah...god...yes please..." You cried out a moan a bit whiny, trying to move but he held you down, being much stronger than you, but your strength was going away anyways as your orgasm approached.

He was being a bit of a tease now just to hear you whine, couldn't get enough of your sounds, sometimes he stopped using his tongue and lips, only brushing tortuously slow your button that was already red and a bit swollen, getting more sensitive than what you were expecting

"N-No!...Mark please, don't tease a-again" your voice was just a soft mewl, your eyes closed, body trying to move impatiently, back bending, almost folding, and he had a half smile, eyes full of awe and lust.

"You're gorgeous like that sweetheart..." It was a whisper close to your sensitive parts, on purpose, blowing air while he kept moving his finger gently, it was getting you frustrated on the point of almost asking for him on the most hopeless way than you were already asking, but you just whined a bit loudly, rolling the hips.

"Alright baby, alright, since you're too good for me, you can come" he said deciding to end your torture and finally captured your clitoris on his lips, making you moan loudly at the so needed contact, sucking it with a little bit of force and speed now.

After a few seconds, you couldn't hold back and ended up cuming on his tongue and lips, making a mess while you chanted his name loudly, legs shaking, trying to close, but he held firmly, with him groaning and you almost in complete ecstasy forcing his face there. The old Aussie kept moving his head until he felt you came down slowly from your high, even though you hissed sometimes because you got pretty sensitive, it sure didn't stopped him to lick you clean a bit gentler, trying to savour the last few moments, where you almost pushed his head away, relaxing your hold on his locks, he knew his head might hurt a little but having the satisfaction to see you that relaxed, satisfied and vulnerable...hell, he would let you pull a dozen of times. He had such a beautiful smile on his lips...which were glistening, half of his face shining in the light, he was literally dripping with your arousal, that only made the blush on your already reddening skin to deepen, closing your eyes again quickly. He did saw, chuckling, cleaning his chin and lips - without really wanting to - gently taking your limp legs from his shoulders, watching you trying to breath normally, checking if everything was okay, and in no time he grabbed your clothes, being careful while pulling them on again, before so easily lifting your body from the kitchen island, your eyes closed, but finding strength to hold his neck, laying your head a bit too relaxed on his shoulder, made him smile warmly, kissing the forehead, before you stole two pecks with a cute smile on your lips this time.

"You know...i might be a little too relaxed, and definitely satisfied...but i'm still hungry" you whispered laughing while he held you on his arms still, knowing your legs were far too wobbly to stand and he couldn't let you laying there on the counter, he was happy to hold you until you felt like you wanted - and was capable - to move a muscle.

"Oh i'm afraid i might have to skip this delicious breakfast i made...i'm satisfied with something much better now, so it's all yours" the man said teasingly, close to your cheek, pressing his nose there after letting a kiss, you slapping playfully and with zero force his chest, which he only let out a quiet but funny laugh.

All that you guys did felt too right...you didn't have that urge to ask what that meant because...it was already implied, and not everything had to have a reason, you were learning that. It felt wonderful, he's holding you after he gave that much pleasure, everything was right and that's it, nothing more has to be said about something so natural like the desire between two people.

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"demure" part 2

best friends dad! james x reader

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PART 1

glad u guys liked part 1 because i can not stop thinking about this version of james .

warnings: age gap, cheating, rough sex (not too much smut in this one tho soz), jamie is kinda a dick, everyone is of age!!!

MDNI

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It had been 3 days.

3 whole days since the night you spent with James and he hadn't spoken one word to you.

In the grand scheme of things, 3 days isn't too long. But when those 3 days are spent longing after someone who is pretending you don't exist it is.

You were frustrated in every sense of the word, and with just over a week until you go back to Hogwarts - you were becoming desperate.

Every one was floating in between the kitchen and living room. It was rare that there was ever a quiet moment at the Potter's which made it even more difficult to find James alone.

You sat with your head resting lightly on Ron's shoulder whilst him and Hermione chatted about something you couldn't even focus on, your mind a million miles away.

Surprisingly, you had barely felt any guilt towards your actions a few nights prior. Every time you felt a bit bad about what you'd done, Ron would piss you off and it all made sense again.

You had even tried to somewhat recreate the incident with Ron, actually trying it on with him every single night but he would just make fun of you or would already be asleep before you'd even had the chance to touch him.

"Y/N?" Ron pushed you off his shoulder. "I said, are you okay?"

"Yeah," you half heartedly smiled. "I'm just gonna grab some water."

"I can get it for you-"

"No, it's fine."

You stood to your feet and wandered through to the kitchen and there he stood.

James was leaning against the kitchen counter, a mirrored image of how he was stood just a few nights ago.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

A white shirt hung from his body as he had just gotten back from his job at the ministry under an hour ago. A half empty glass of red wine sat in his hand as he spoke intently to Remus.

When he noticed you enter, he stopped talking and his jaw tightened.

He had been on your mind 24/7. The way his hands felt on you, the way he spoke softly into your ear, the way he made you feel.

It was constant, you couldn't think of anything other than James.

James broke eye contact after a brief moment. He muttered something inaudible to Remus before quickly walking past you.

James' heavy footsteps echoed through the house as he almost stormed up the stairs.

Remus nodded his head at you. You couldn't tell wether he was indicating for you to follow him or if it was just a simple greeting.

You didn't care either way, you were bored of being ignored.

Turning swiftly, you padded quietly up the stairs after James.

You were unsure of what exactly you were going to say to him, but something was better than nothing.

The house was huge and you weren't exactly sure which room he had gone into.

You decided on his bedroom.

You slowly opened the big oak door before entering quietly.

He wasn't in there, but it still caught your attention.

A strange feeling overwhelmed you as you took in the detail of the room James shared with his wife.

Jealousy? Guilt? You couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Everything was perfectly clean. On one bedside table sat a picture from their wedding day and the other was a picture of Harry.

Chewing your cheek out of anxiety, you stepped closer to the one of James and Lilly's wedding.

You had always been under the impression that they were so in love, so happy. Yet James had done this.

It almost felt like you had dreamt it all.

The door to the bedroom opened, making you jump.

You turned around to see James stood there with an angry look on his face.

"What are you doing?" James grumbled, stepping forward.

"I-I don't know." You muttered, your cheeks growing red.

"You can't do this, Y/N." He demanded, almost like he was telling you off. "I- What happened between us... it can't happen again."

He was frustrated, breathing heavy with his eyebrows furrowed.

You stood there twiddling your thumbs, unsure of what to reply.

"I fucking mean it-" James began pacing back and forth. "Shit, I could get in so much trouble for this, Y/N, you don't understand."

A ball of anger was whirling up inside you uncontrollably at his words.

A little voice inside your head telling you that he used you, he regrets you, he's embarrassed of you.

"You can't just ignore me!" You spat out. "I'm not just someone you can touch like that and then pretend doesn't exist!"

"I don't have a fucking option, Y/N." He came closer to you. "What did you think was going to happen? This can't be anything."

"What did you think was going to happen, James?" You bit back, sick of him talking down to you.

He was taken aback at your words, veins almost popping out of his forehead as he looked as if he was at war with himself.

"Fuck!" He spat, turning his back to you.

You weren't scared of him, he couldn't just use you and act like it never happened.

"You need to stop fucking doing this to me, Y/N." James muttered.

"I-I'm not doing anything!" You expressed, "I just want you to-"

Before you had the chance to finish your sentence, you were pressed up against the wall with his mouth on yours.

It happened all to quickly.

He lifted you up, legs wrapped around him.

James connected his tongue with yours, hands travelling all over you.

"I can't stop fucking thinking about you, Y/N." James muttered against your lips.

You could feel his hard cock pressing into you through his trousers as he pushed himself closer to you.

"Your sweet little moans,"

He pushed your dress up to your waist, hands travelling underneath to your breasts.

"Your tight little pussy,"

You let out a gasp as his cold hands brushed over your nipples.

"You think I haven't always noticed the way you look at me?"

In a swift movement he had you pressed up against the wall, ready to take you from behind. Your dress pushed up to your waist and his trousers around his ankles.

"Not so fucking innocent around you, Y/N?"

You must be dreaming. You must have dreamt this whole thing. There was no way your fantasy was unravelling in front of you.

"Do you want this, baby?"

You nodded with no hesitation.

"Words, kitten."

"Yes, James." You groaned. "I want you."

"Good girl." He muttered as he pushed his cock into you.

You gasped, he was much bigger than you'd ever had before.

It took a second for you to adjust but soon he was thrusting into you.

James couldn't contain himself, fucking you relentlessly as you moaned his name over and over.

"Have you been thinking about this, baby?" James groaned, choking you from behind. "I bet you have."

He was like an animal with stamina you didn't know existed.

"You gonna cum for me, sweet girl?"

You couldn't muster any words in response, just a loud moan harmonising with the clapping of him pounding into you.

It wasn't long before you were riding out your high, another unexplainable feeling he'd given you for the second time.

You tightened around him, only causing him to quicken his pace.

"Fuck-" He choked out as you felt his warm cum between your legs, his thrusts slowing down.

You both stood there attempting to catch your breath.

"No matter how hard I try," James said after a short moment. "I can't get you off of my mind."

"Likewise." You muttered.

"Y/N?" You heard a voice from the hallway. It was Ron.

"Shit." You whispered. "You- You stay here."

You quickly tried to fix your hair, pulling your dress down and trying your hardest to act like you didn't have James cum dripping into your panties.

You walked out to the hallway and smiled at Ron.

"What were you doing in there?"

"Just snooping." You shrugged, grabbing his hand and quickly pulling him back downstairs.

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part 3 will be up tomorrow!

[florencesf1blog]

hii I hope you’re doing well I’ve been loving your writing recently!! I wanted to request Carlos x fem reader that’s based at home, v fluffy a bit angsty about him overthinking his future and getting a bit emotional from the stress and pressure comforting him with long hugs a cozy nap after cuddles and finishing off with “I don’t know what I’d do without you”🥰

Thanks in advsnceee💕

nothing without you.

Carlos Sainz x Reader

In which your boyfriend is helpless without you.

Words: 645 Warnings: none

Things had been tense around your boyfriend lately. Ever since it was announced that Lewis Hamilton would be joining Ferarri in 2025, things felt off.

It started out fine, the first race ending in a podium place. The appendicitis seemed like a major set back, until he managed to win the race in Australia. It wasn't until his home ace that he realized the seriousness of his situation.

The amount of talk, the rumors that had been spreading about his future seemed to put a lot of pressure on him. Although it came across as if everything had been thought out, he was not half as calm and collective as he pretended to be.

You glance over at the nervous man next to you, his index finger repeatedly tapping the side of his phone. trying to ignore it, you go back to focus on your own thing. But the constant movement in the corner of your eye made it so you couldn't concentrate.

Once again, you turn your head in his direction. "What is it?" you ask him, eyebrow slightly raised. In that moment, it's like he snaps out of a trance. He quickly turns his head to look at you, looking at you like he forgot you were there. "Qué?" (what?) he asks, staring at you with those wide eyes.

The stressed look on his face doesn't go unnoticed, and you bring up a hand to hold is chin. Almost instinctively, he leans into your touch and your thumb rubs over his stubble. "You need to take your mind off of things. You'll worry yourself to death" you tell him calmly.

"It doesn't work like that. I don't have a lot of time left, i need to do this now" he sighs, turning his head away from you and your grasp. his attention turns back to his phone, the tenseness returning in his shoulders.

"Carlos." you say in a somewhat stern tone. But his attention stays on his phone, ignoring you while he tries to focus. "Caaarloooos..." you call out, stretching the syllables. You prop yourself up on your elbow as you roll over to face him, starting to get annoyed. "Carlos put th-"

"Por favor, do you mind?!" (please) he abruptly snaps at you, the overwhelming tension getting the best of him. He notices the way your face falters and your shoulders slump, and he's immediately met with a pang of guilt.

"Espera lo siento cariño..." (wait im sorry honey) he mutters, clearly regretting his words as his big eyes seemed to turn glassy. He was afraid of how you'd respond to his little outburst, knowing you were the one person he needed through all of this.

"Carlos just put the phone down" you tell him, a sympathetic look on your face. Little did he know you knew him far too well to be scared away by some tiny outburst.

He lowers his phone, slowly turning it off. "I didn't-" he starts, but you cut him off instantly. "I know. But you need to listen to me and take a break. Even if it's just tonight."

A small sigh escapes him, a tiny nod of his head going along. He shifts, moving further down under the covers and placing his head on your chest. Usually, it'd be you receiving the comfort from him. But he needed this, and you knew it too.

You almost want to mock him with the way he rests on you, a small pout on his lips. But you refrain from doing so, deciding to save the mockery for another time. His arms go around your waist as he nestles his face in your chest.

Your hand goes up to play with his hair as the other settles on rubbing his back. "I don't know what i'd do without you" he mumbles before slowly falling into a deep slumber.

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A/N: thankyoouu anon, you are too sweet. i hope youll enjoy this work like my others! :) i wanted to finish this earlier but got lazy tbh so here it is. also ignore any typos i checked but i tend to overlook.

[wosoluver]

To undo a mistake

Part 9/17 - previous - next

Lena x Bayern Player!reader

Lena Oberdorf Masterlist

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"Good morning!" - You said as you sat down for breakfast.

"Good morning." - The girls said back in unison.

"I'm so tired. Thank god today is only a recovering session."

"Tactical planning too. Coach said we need to start building up the team around your playmaking decisions."

"When did he say that?"

"This morning. You have to stop arriving late everywhere."

"I am on time! I'm just the last to show up, on time!"

And it was the truth. You were always late, but always managed to make on the cusp of the time limit.

After breakfast and heading to training, which had been somewhat shorter than usual, everyone decided to spend sometime playing games or just chilling altogether.

You decided to go up to your room for a little bit. As soon as you were there you decided on calling Ana.

"Hey. Where are you?"

"Hi, I'm heading home, from training. The doctor said I can officially go back to training. Nothing too intense, but I can go back to participating on things. No playing yet though."

"Really?! This is such a good news. You'll be back to playing in no time, you'll see. Does that mean I have to give you rides to training everyday now?"

"I mean only if you want to.

How are you feeling since the game?"

"Somewhat worried. Coach wants to keep me in the middle field now, he wants me to focus on distributing the ball and deciding on plays."

"But why are you worried? This is good news, no? Your great at that!"

"It just feels like a big responsibility. As a forward I wasn't the only one, If I failed, there would always be someone else there. But if the whole team starts to depend on me to figure out what to do, If I fail the team will automatically drop in quality."

"Don't do this. Don't doubt yourself. You're one of the best in the team. I'm sure they wouldn't ask if they thought you couldn't do it."

"I know. I just worry about failing emotionally again. I won't have the space for that from now on."

"You've be-" But before she could finish it, Lena came bursting through the door.

"Y/N! Aren't you coming down to..." She trailed out seen you on the call. "Sorry."

"I'll call you later, yeah?" Trying to get out of the situation as fast as you could.

"Let me know if you need anything." She said hanging up.

"Sorry, we are doing a ping-pong competition, and we're missing a player." She was trying to keep all her feelings in, trying to keep them from showing.

"I was about to go down anyway. I'm teaming up with Syd, I want to win." You said it joking around. Everyone knew Lena wasn't the best at ping-pong.

"So you and Ana seem close. You're always on the phone." she said as you two were making your way down.

"Yeah. She gets me. We've both been going through some stuff lately." you answered simply, not wanting to get on this topic with your ex.

Did you like Ana as more than a friend? Maybe. But you didn't want think about that yet. You had just recovered from your last relationship. And if you were to talk about it, it surely wouldn't be witn Lena.

After playing around for a bit you guys decided on having a break.

"Hey, I know your not the best at this, but your hitting the ball a little too hard." Said Lea, to her team partner.

Lena didn't care much for her comment. She had spend the last half hour, arguing with herself about the stupidity of her jealous thoughts.

"Lena? Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah I just have something on my mind."

"Do you want to talk?"

"No." she quickly stood straight. "I'm ready for the next round."

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The closer you were getting to going home more excited you seemed. And for Lena, it was the complete opposite.

It was now Tuesday, and you got ready for the game. You were in the starting lineup this time.

After the anthems and the procedure to start the game, you were on your marks for the kick off.

We had the possession, first few minutes had you guys working hard already.

But at almost 4 minutes, Schüller had scored a header. You were coming through the midfield passing the ball to Linder who crossed the ball to Lea.

Both teams had a couple of chances of scoring. On the 22nd minute Eiriksdottir scored, the equalizer, assisted by Sveindís.

But soon she was fouled and couldn't stay on the pitch. It was bad news for her but good news for your team. She was one of their best players, so now you had somewhat of an advantage.

You didn't participate much on the plays after that. On with over 10 minutes for half time, Schüller scored once again, assisted by Bühl.

And than finally at the extra 3 minutes added to the first half, you were able to kick the ball towards the goal, but the ball went back and forth like a ping-pong, and Lena had managed to score.

As the referee blew the whistle you all went back to the locker room. On your way to the tunnel you felt someone jump on your back.

"We did it!" referring to her comment from the last game.

"You did it. And for the first time you won at ping-pong."

"Haha" she said ironically. "I'm serious."

"It wasn't actually an assistance. But yeah I guess."

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Hello loveys we are 9 parts in and I have no idea when this story is gonna end. Once again I mainly used everything that actually happened in the game, just changed a little bit to fit the story.

[zushikiss]

A kiss will make it better!

summary ; them asking for a kiss while being injured

warnings ; mentions of wounds and blood! nothing too fatal and i don't overly describe them so dw ^^, use of petnames!

pairings ; venti, heizou, childe, ayato x gn!reader

notes ; y'know it alr, another repost!

─ VENTI

venti almost never comes home with wounds, you don't know exactly how but whenever he does he's so pouty about it, he whines that it hurts so much and that you need to take care of him!! and who are you to decline such a tempting request? specially when he's looking at you with those big puppy eyes that you just can't say no to.

"but y/nnn, why don't you tend to my bruises? look! your dearest most beloved bard is bleeding !! doesn't that worry you one bit?"

you sigh as you jokingly roll your eyes, the smile on your face doesn't go unnoticed, venti lets out an amused giggle as you get your first aid kit, he absolutely loves seeing you tend to him.

he simply adores the focused look on your face, your touches are feather-like, you're absolutely trying your best to not press on his wounds, further hurting him.

he makes a satisfied sound as your eyes travel to his face, a genuine smile on his face as he watches you wrap the bandage around his knee, he's sitting on your counter as you try your best to clean the wound but you can't exactly focus with this extremely attractive bard staring at you.

"ven you're staring, stop."

"why? can't i just look at my beautiful s/o as they very carefully tend to my wounds?"

almost a year of being with him yet his words still fluster you, the grin on his face never leaves as you finally finish wrapping his wound with the bandage, your eyes look at him as he only stares right back at you, that giddy smile still on face.

"are you finally satisfied, my love?"

"i don't knoww, maybe a kiss will make me feel better!"

you chuckle as you lean in, your lips are soft against his, the kiss is so delicate and soft, it was somewhat quick but it felt like forever, his smile still evident on his face even after you pull away.

if he gets a kiss like that everytime you tend to his wounds, he might just come home all beat up.

─ HEIZOU

heizou lets out a crooked smile as your eyes instantly fill with worry, how could you not be worried? your dear detective comes home late at night and with a wound on his head!

"zou i thought you said you were gonna be careful.."

you said with a slight pout as he enters the bedroom, he faceplants onto the bed as he hugs your waist, your hand instinctively playing with his hair as he lets out a small hum.

"i was being careful sweetheart, i just didn't expect the ronins to actually use their fists! i was so surprised that it caught me off guard, i'm sorry sweetie.."

"sit up zou, i'll clean it for you, mmk?"

his face lights up as he sits down on the edge of the bed, you grab the first aid kit that was on top of your dresser, after all being wounded wasn't exactly new, specially witj heizou being a detective and all that.

he opens his arms for you as his eyes land on his lap, very clearly looking at it as if gesturing for you to sit, you gave him a slight chuckle as you obliged, grabbing the rag from the first aid kit before taking a seat on his comfortable lap.

his eyes are on you the entire time, admiring you as you tend to his wound, your fingers carefully run over the dried blood with a damp brush as you attempt to clean it up the best you could.

even after you finish, your boyfriend's gaze is still locked onto you, you just looked so goddamn enticing under the dim fluorescent lights of your shared bedroom, hmm this moment would be perfect if you just leaned in a bit to kiss him, his eyes slowly trailing to your lips.

as if you read his mind, you leaned in just enough so you can feel his breath fanning over your face, he looks at you, searching for your consent as you gave him a small nod, he locks his lips with yours, his kisses are always breathtaking, he thinks the same with yours, he can't just kiss you once so he leans in for more.

you struggle to keep up as you kiss back feverishly, he pulls away for breath as his head leans on your shoulder, giving you tiny neck kisses.

"gosh, you are just perfect."

─ CHILDE

well, it is tartaglia we're talking about so do expect him with at least a small wound after work, once you hear the door open you grab the small box filled with several medicines and a couple other things to patch up your dear harbinger.

as if on cue, childe emerges into the room as he sees you on the bed, peacefully waiting for his arrival while reading a book, your eyes immediately land on the small wound on his stomach, his gaze travel to where your eyes are and he removes his top as if to tell you that you can clean it.

it's small enough that you can fit a bandaid on top, you took out a bandaid, some cotton balls, and some alcohol as you start to clean his wound, he lets out a hiss as you swipe the alcohol infused cotton ball over his gash, his hands instinctively searching for yours.

you hold his hand as your thumb sooths over his hand in an attempt to comfort him, it seemed to work, for the most part at least, you put a bandaid on top of the wound to finish it off as he slides into a more comfortable t-shirt.

he lays down as you instinctively lay your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his figure, trying your best to avoid the wound.

"you missed a step on cleaning my wound."

"huh? no i didn-"

"yes. yes you did. i need my kiss."

he pouts as roll your eyes in faux annoyance, you press his lips against his as his arms pulls you closer, on of your hands land on his chest, the kiss comes to an end as you pull away before admiring your boyfriend, you lay your head on his chest once more as you finally drift off to sleep.

"i don't deserve you y/n, you're too good to me."

─ AYATO

ayato doesn't always go on missions himself, however it seems as if this one expedition just needed his presence, the door to your bedroom opens as your dear yashiro commisioner walks inside.

he was clearly tired, he landed on the bed with a soft thump as he takes his spot besides you, you give him a small smile as you pat his head softly, his lip is busted, dried blood surrounding the small wound.

"let me clean that for you, my darling."

you grab the small box in your bedside table's drawer as you grab a cutip, you drench it in alcohol as you softly run it over ayato's lips.

he slightly winces when the cutip makes contact with his wound, to which you mutter a small sorry, he only smiles as he lets you finish your job, once you throw the used cutip away he pouts at you, inderectly asking for a kiss.

you're used to his antic as you lean in to give him a kiss, it was soft and almost feather-like, his lips barely grazing over yours, yet the kiss was filled with love, he looked at you as he hugged your waist before closing his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep.

well he could get used to this.

[vigilante-fangirl]

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Prompt: Reader stays over and catches Adrian doing somethin Blam Horny Shenanigans ensue

Warnings: Reader is AFAB, dubious consent at best, Adrian being a creep, cursing, he’s a little grabby too and bitey, Post-Canon, Oral sex, Fingering, 18+

I don’t really know how to end these fics I’m still learning 😭 this is my first smut too! This is a one shot too I just wanted to practice for my other two fics that are my bbys

[Part 2]

It was a late evening, and you found yourself still stuck at Vigilante's cramped and somewhat dirty apartment. However, ever since you moved in, you had left your mark everywhere, infusing the space with your personal touch. You cleaned out the fridge and restocked it. The bathroom sparkled after you were done and you even brought clean linen to put on the beds after seeing Adrian was just sleeping on a mattress.

Harcourt, your handler, had ordered you to stay there while she and the rest of the team embarked on a separate mission abroad. As for Adrian Chase, the Vigilante himself, he was unable to leave due to his commitment to his busboy job.

Adrian sat on his couch, his attention captured by the television. However, he couldn't shake off the uncomfortable feeling that engulfed him whenever you were around. You were in the kitchen, busily cooking up a delectable stew that filled the air with a mouthwatering aroma. Yet, it wasn't the enticing scent that made him nervous—it was you. Donning a tank top with no bra and a pair of shorts, you moved about the kitchen, fully absorbed in the music playing through your headphones. As you chopped vegetables, you swayed your hips to the rhythm, unwittingly captivating Adrian's attention.

Unable to resist the temptation, Adrian glanced over his shoulder, stealing glances at you. His heart raced as he observed your graceful movements and the way your body effortlessly moved to the music. In a moment of distraction, you dropped a piece of vegetable on the floor, absentmindedly picking it up. Adrian's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of a small "nip slip."

"Whoops!" you exclaimed, adjusting your shirt before discarding the vegetable and returning to your cooking. That accidental moment drove him crazy, making it even more challenging to have such an attractive woman in his house. You had made a habit of having moments like this. From walking out of the bathroom still wet from a shower with the tiniest towel wrapped around your body to you wearing just your underwear and a big t-shirt whenever you woke up. He played cool for the most part but a man has his limits!

Adrian turned his attention back to the television, closing his eyes and replaying the image of the "nip slip" in his mind over and over again. However, the blissful distraction quickly turned into frustration as he felt his blood rush into his lap. Embarrassed and flustered, Adrian realized that this had become a regular occurrence. He hastily grabbed one of his pillows, placing it on his lap as he flipped through the TV channels, attempting to appear nonchalant. Just as he thought he had managed to compose himself, you walked over, leaning on the back of the couch. The scent of your perfume filled the air, and he could feel the warmth radiating from your body. Adrian glanced over at you as you spoke, but his focus shifted to your chest, captivated by its softness and the way it was accentuated by your tank top. In that moment, he yearned to pull you onto his lap, reveling in your warmth and tenderness. Ugh! He hated feeling this way! You were his co-worker who was staying over! A fellow hero in arms nothing more!

"Earth to Adrian? Dude! I'm telling you to change the channel! I fucking hate Wheel of Fortune," you exclaimed, waving your hand in front of his face. He jerked back, wide-eyed and mouth agape, desperately trying to find his words. "Cool, gimme! Stew's ready in 10, okay?" you continued, taking the remote from his hand and changing the channel. Adrian kept looking at you, a slight awkward grin on his face, as you walked away.

Feeling overwhelmed, Adrian blurted out, "I'm going to the bathroom! To solve a... problem... NOT a masturbating problem! Because I don't have one of those!" He yelled the words, a mix of awkward laughter and embarrassment filling the air, as he rushed towards his bathroom.

He closed the door behind him, leaning against it, heaving and sweating as he tried to calm himself down. He looked towards the hamper that held all your dirty clothes in it. He inched closer, opening the lid as he dug through your clothes then picked out a pair of pink panties.

Peacemaker told him that this was weird to do but it just felt so right. He sits on his toilet rolling the panties in one hand. Just one more time and then he’ll ask you on a date or confess! Like normal people do! Promise!

Adrian rolls his hand over the bulge in his jeans. He liked to imagine you were doing this. Teasing him but remaining innocent like you had no clue what to do next. “Fuck..” He grunted in a low tone as he unzipped his pants freeing his cock from its confides as it sprung free. Then he grabs the bottle of lotion beside the toilet, pumping two squirts into his free hand before gently starting to stroke his cock. He leans back, closing his eyes, taking a deep whiff of your panties. His imagination runs wild imagining all the different positions he would put you in. Hearing you beg from his cock. Your soft pants and moans filling his apartment. If he was a bit more braver he would fuck you right there on his kitchen counter. Tear off those shorts and and-

His thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door swinging open. “Boy you've been in here a while! Hope you’re not shitting? But stew read-” You were stopped in your tracks by the sight. Your face engulfed with blush as you both stared at each. Adrian with your panties still pressed on his face, eyes wide as he seems just as frozen as you. You two stare at each other for a full minute before you slowly close the door.

Adrian's heart raced as he hastily struggled to zip up his pants. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" he muttered under his breath, his mind in a frenzy. Exiting the bathroom, he scanned the room, desperately searching for you. His eyes landed on you at the table, engrossed in a bowl of stew, wrapped in an oversized sweater that concealed most of your figure. Shit... now she must think I'm weirdo…a creepy weirdo, he silently lamented, walking towards the bowl of stew you had prepared for him. Taking a seat across from you, the deafening silence engulfed them both. This is so awkward, he thought to himself, realizing that neither of them had taken a bite of their food. You were staring at him intensely, but every time Adrian met your gaze, you would quickly divert your eyes back to your bowl.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you mustered the courage to speak. "Um... what were you doing in the bathroom, buddy?" you asked, your voice trembling and a faint blush coloring your cheeks, accompanied by a quirky accent that betrayed your nervousness.

Okay, Vigilante, think! Adrian's mind raced, desperately trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "I... uh... I definitely wasn't masturbating to YOU. Those were different underwear... from someone else," he blurted out, grimacing at the absurdity of his words.

"Wait, so you just have random women's underwear lying around?" you questioned, a mix of confusion and curiosity evident in your voice. "And those definitely look like mine. Plus, I didn't even mention why you had your hand on your..."

Adrian abruptly stood up, grabbing the bowl of stew and placing it on the sink counter. Nope! No sir! Adrian may struggle with social cues, but he's at least self-aware enough to recognize the awkwardness of the situation. "HAHA! I'm going to sit over there now!" he exclaimed, walking—or rather sprinting—over to his couch, sitting down and grabbing a pillow to discreetly cover his lap. Despite everything that had transpired, he still found himself with a slight boner. Annoyed with himself, Adrian readjusted himself in his jeans. Before he could do anything else, you approached him and settled down beside him, pretending to watch TV. Both of you knew you weren't actually paying attention to what was playing on the screen. The tension hung heavily in the air as you sat in close proximity.

Finally, you broke the silence again, turning to gently tug at the pillow in his lap. "What's underneath the pillow? What do you have there?" you asked, a curious expression on your face.

He didn't respond, but your hand's proximity to his lap caused his dwindling erection to stir back to life. Now he definitely didn't want that pillow moved, avoiding eye contact with you until you poked him in the side.

"Do you... like me, Mr.Vigilante~?" you inquired, playfully poking him and repeating the question. Since joining the team, you had developed feelings for Adrian. You found his goofiness and humor endearing, and his well-built physique, glimpsed when you once had to patch up a knife wound on his stomach, had left a lasting impression. That was the moment you resolved to ask him out. Despite the team's annoyance with Adrian, you indulged him and eagerly listened to whatever he had to say. However, it always seemed like he didn't understand your hints or invitations, often diverting the conversation or bringing Peacemaker along to your "hangouts." Smith had advised you to be direct, but that felt intimidating. So, you continued dropping hints, eventually assuming he simply didn't reciprocate your feelings and contented yourself with pretending to play house during the team's absence. But now? After witnessing the bathroom incident, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

Adrian took hold of your hand with his free one, his gaze intense as you nervously swallowed.

"(Y/N), knock it off," he said in a monotone voice. Yes, of course he liked you! But you didn’t have to be a dick and tease him. He already knows you think he’s a creep.

Both of you locked eyes, the tension palpable.

"And if I don't? What are YOU going to do about it? Are you gonna punish me Mr.Vigilante~" you grinned, realizing that maybe being a bit bratty was the key to getting through to him. Or maybe taunting the trained killer was not the best idea if he already didn’t like you but you had to try! Did he enjoy this? Was that what it took?

He looks back at you confused before raising an eyebrow. “Yeah maybe I will?”

“Ooo what was my crime then?” You taunt again shimmying your shoulders letting the tank top fall a little.

He quickly is able to grab both of your wrist with one hand pinning you down to the couch. You feel your pussy clench as he lets the pillow fall away and with that hand starts running it in between your thighs. Adrian would lean down his face in the crook of your neck just grazing your ear. “For being so fucking annoying.” He says with a gruff tone. He couldn't take it anymore. Your breath rapids as you feel his hand grope and grip every part of your body. Like he couldn’t believe you were real and this was happening. Your thighs, your stomach, your breasts. He paid extra attention to your breasts groping over the fabric of your thin tank top and then pinching your nipple eliciting a surprise squeak from you.

“Walking around all the time in those tiny skimpy outfits. You were practically begging me to fuck you weren’t you?” His breathing ragged as he stayed in the crock of your neck like he was trying to control himself but was finding it difficult. His hard cock still restrained to his jeans rubs against your thigh. You can feel its warmth radiating every-time it does so

You don’t answer at first just in shock that this was happening at all. You want to say something but when you open your mouth no words come out. “You wanted me to touch these perfect tits and this ass!” He gropes your ass next hard, sure to leave some type of mark due to the slight stinging sensation left by his hand. Adrian would soon drift towards your neck giving you light kisses before biting hard leaving huge hickey marks all around your collarbone and neck. “You wanted me to mark you up. Make sure everyone knows who belong to~”

You gasp, closing your eyes at the sensation biting your lips as he works. He stops for a second looking at his work, kinda proud of himself. You tremble underneath him overstimulated from everything that’s just happened. “Adri-” Your words are cut short from him pulling your shorts aside. “Not uh not Adrian? Vigilante. Come on say it~” He sings as you feel him slip past your underwear as he sinks two fingers inside of you. You squirm around as you feel his fingers sink deeper into your pussy which clenches at his fingers. His thumb swirls around your clit which makes you squirm even more. “V-Vigilante!” You moan out at the onslaught of sensations. He hums with an appreciative tone as he continues your thighs clamp down on his hand but that doesn't stop him as he pries your thighs up letting go of your wrists to do so. He pumps his fingers going slow at first as he continues he changes the pace. You're so close. You can feel it as your legs tremble more.

“Come on baby~ Make a mess on my hand” He urges you, leaning back down into your ear. You grip the sides of his couch burying your face in the fabric of the cushions. You climax as you make an absolute mess. Cum dripping down your thighs on the couch even managing to get on his shirt. Adrian smiles as he leans back up sliding his fingers out with a lewd wet noise. He looks at his fingers and shirt amazed. You heaved trying to regain your senses as the world spinned for a second but Adrian doesn’t give you that chance.

“Don’t give out on me now?” He chuckled as he sucked on his two fingers. “Damn you’re sweeter than I expected?” He laughs. You were about to open your mouth before you heard a quick zipping noise followed by you feeling Adrian rip your tank top off. It was surprising how much ease it took him to rip it.

That was not as surprising as him grabbing your wrist and yanking you to the ground in front of him as he sat on the couch. When you finally settled yourself you came face to face with his cock right in front of you. It was way bigger than you expected and aching for you.

“Go on?” He urges you but you anxiously look at him like you have no clue on what to do next. “Really?” He laughs at your innocence. “Okay so say ah! With your tongue sticking out.” Adrian instructs and you do as told. “Like thi-” Before you could even get your question out he slams his thick cock down your throat earning a gagging noise from you. He places one hand wrapped in your hair as he forces your head up and down. “J-j-just like that. F-Fuck your throat is tight babe. Even tighter than that little pussy of yours.” Adrian groans as he bops your head up and down. Soon though he’s rambling. He can’t keep his composure after fantasizing about this moment since forever it was hard to focus.

“Fu-fuck! Take it all… fuck…look at you on your knees… swallowing my cock down… so fucking eager! F-fuck I need you so bad…" He continued to ramble incoherently not making sense just a assortment of fucks. He finally couldn’t hold out any longer and he let his orgasm build, slamming his cock down your throat exploding inside. Your throat bopping as you greedily swallowed his cum. He pumped a little inside your throat staying there for a second lost in bliss before you slapped his thighs in urgency. “Oh shit! I-i’m sorry! I was too rough..” He would say with a grimace rubbing your cheek as you coughed a little.

“I-it’s okay! I liked it..” You say hoarse.

“Really?”

You nod which earns a dorky smile from Adrian who pulls you up in his lap smiling. You're more than exhausted as you sit in his lap letting yourself rest on his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist snuggling his nose into your back kissing your shoulder blades

[denaliwrites]

Night of Long Fangs

Peter Vincent x Fem!Reader

Summary: (18+) You accidentally get sprayed with (fake) blood during rehearsals and Vincent has a... reaction.

Soundtrack: The Night of Long Fangs by Mikolai Stroinski

Warnings: Blood, in a vampire way, but then also in a kinky way. Smut Adjacent. Not really a Virgin Kink, but like. Mentions of it. Light choking. The absolute devastation that is the fact that I couldn't find a gif of Peter Vincent saying "I'm gonna pop your cherry."

Requests: Open!

You shouldn't have even been in range of the damned spray -- you'd been carefully placed on the stage specifically to avoid it. You were meant to be the virginal sacrifice, pure and dressed in pristine, glowing white. It wasn't meant to be tarnished until the end of the second act, and only by incredibly specific dyes designed not to stain.

"Cut!" you heard the sharp yell, but it was hard to focus when you could feel and see that you looked like a victim of Michael Myers.

Vincent walked over to you, looking... well, you couldn't quite decipher the expression he wore. He looked annoyed, somewhat, but you knew it wasn't at you. You'd done nothing wrong. He may have a sharp temper, but even he had to know it wasn't your fault, right?

Even through your attempts to convince yourself, you were surprised when he spoke and it wasn't filled with frustration or worse.

"Are you okay?" he asked instead, and you noted that his voice seemed oddly... choked? Strained?

"I... yeah. It's... it's, y'know, harmless... but thanks for asking." You gave him a smile that you hoped wasn't too obviously dismissive, while still trying to hint that he could leave now if he wanted.

Instead, his hands came up to your shoulders, brushing red-soaked strands of hair back to fall limply down your back. Those hands hovered, little more than a hair's breadth away from touching you. You could feel their heat, warming your mostly bare skin.

"M-Mister Vincent," you stammered.

He shushed you gently. "Just Vincent is fine."

"Vincent," you tried again.

He shushed you again. "May I?"

"May you what?" you asked him, staring up at him with wide eyes.

"Do this." Without another word, he carefully ushered you behind the stage, away from any wandering eyes. You realized very quickly that he'd herded you to a quiet corner, where the two of you were utterly alone. You couldn't hear anything from the stage, or from backstage, or outside. It was like you were in a bubble.

"Vincent..." you gasped, as his hands sought out your breasts, made fuller by the pushup bra you were forced to wear with your costume. You didn't stop him, and the moment his hands made blessed contact you whimpered.

"You look so beautiful," he moaned, leaning forward, effectively pinning you to the wall. He nuzzled into your throat, breathing deep before his tongue struck out, leaving a long smear of red where a big globule of the fake blood had landed and half-dried.

A shiver ran down your spine, and a quaking moan escaped your lips.

"Oh, make that sound for me again, love," he purred, his hands circling your neck and spreading the red all over. You moaned again as he squeezed, ever so slightly, and he let out a breathy chuckle in delight. "Oh, does the pretty little 'virgin' like being choked?"

You couldn't respond -- not verbally, anyway -- because one of his hands wrapped so snugly around your throat, while the other trailed ever downwards, pausing to give your breast a squeeze before it made its way under your dress, finding your cunt like a bloodhound on the trail. His fingers met your heat, eliciting a whimper that you could see Vincent found beautiful.

"Like music," he chuckled, leaning in to roughly kiss your bloodstained lips, his own working eagerly to smear the blood still on your face. "Sing for me again, angel."

And sing for him you did, for the next half hour while he ravaged you, blood-soaked as you were.

[sl33paholics]

His Favorite Out of Them All

Jonathan x black!fem reader

Warning(s): Adultery, smut, slurs mention, discrimination, racism ( it's the 1800s we're talking bout idk what you expect), degrading, Dio being Dio

Song: Body Party by Ciara

You were pinned against the wall heavy breaths escaping your mouth, feeling the rough hands of the person you served for carefully undoing your outfit, the reek of alcohol wrapped around your nostrils. This was wrong. This could get you fired. But you couldn't resist the temptation. Your eye darts around the room and your stomach feel butterflies, you'd never thought this was the way your virginity would get taken. How did it even get to this point?

You were hired to serve the Joestars not too long ago, your parents were stoked to hear that you were going to be working for them and put you under strict training to make sure you wouldn't fuck up and ruin their family name as if it wasn't already difficult enough for them to make ends meet, this was an opportunity you couldn't fumble on.

Meeting the Joestars was a huge deal. Picking you up from your old-run-down house that was somewhat stable enough, George Joestar was surprisingly polite allowing you to hug your parents one last time before being escorted to the horse and buggy. The trip felt long, hearing your heartbeat, sitting in silence, and tightening up your posture to impress the man in front of you. Upon arriving there he promised you "If you ever need anything let me know.". He introduced you to his 2 sons, Dio and Jonathan before letting you see the rest of your employees.

But working there for the first 4 months was a living hell. Your workmates wouldn't listen to you for help, purposefully making a mess and pinning it on you to clean it up, and oh let's not forget about the slurs they would say without a shame in the world. Not only that, they would comment on your features. Plumpy lips? Gross. Slightly bigger thighs? Lose some weight. An ass not small like theirs? What a cow. It didn't help that Dio, a guy you were also serving, would encourage their behavior to a degree. He'd tease you about the things the women would mention, enjoying the sight of you on the verge of tears. You had to power through it, you didn't have an option. Would you rather go back to living in a rust of a house or resume working with these terrible people? Thought so.

It was the week when the Joestars won the rugby game for their school, to celebrate, their father held a party at the infamous mansion. A busy week indeed, you worked your ass off ignoring the offensive comments your co-workers would say, your main focus was to get it over with and head back to your room. On the day of the party, the living room was packed, giving you much anxiety to the point where your arms were numb. "You! Fetch me a drink and a cheese platter, will you!?" "Yes, sir." Just stay calm and serve the rich white folks, they'd leave you alone! You thought to yourself. Mama always told you to appease the higher-ups if you don't wanna be thrown behind bars over something so small.

You walked around and see the man himself, Jonathan, stumbling on the stairs. "Be careful, sir!" you hurried over and helped him to get to the top, he was quite heavy, but you had the strength to make sure he wouldn't trip and fall over. "Room...my bedroom, please." you slowly took the Joestar over to his bedroom and closed the door behind you two. "Mr. Joestar, are you alright—" his big two hands pinning you against the wall, catching you off guard but your fight or flight instincts kicked in. "You're so beautiful, (Y/N). I would never understand why people tear your kind down..." his thumb caressing your cheek before bringing his face closer to yours. "You deserve someone who can give you what you need, not just money..." "Sir, I—" Before you could finish speaking, he pushed his tongue against your lips and tasted you. His tongue moved inside, licking and sucking on your lower lip, your cheeks, and neck until his fingers reached your shirt.

As if you couldn't breathe for a second, you held onto him feeling your legs getting shaky. The room abruptly became smaller, you couldn't focus on anything other than Jonathan, his warm breath, the way his eyes glistened under the lighting of the lamps, and the soft touch of his fingertips against your hips. As soon as he felt that your body relaxed, he kissed you deeply. He began to undo your uniform, the once knot behind you was now gone as it began to slowly slip off your shoulders. Jonathan's hand traveled down, stopping for a second at your waist before he started to kiss more fervently down your chest. The feeling of lust mixed with a sense of anxiety, apprehension that this would all end up in a disaster.

Your uniform was now on the floor. Jonathan couldn't help but stare at you, the way your white bra and panties were hugging you. The way you glowed in the dimmed room, what an extraordinary sight. Your heart beat rapidly, beating so hard you thought you might pass out right then and there. With no words left to say, he picked you up bridal style, the smell of your vanilla scent intoxicating. He carried you into his bed, laying you down gently before climbing on top of you. One of his hands ran down your thigh, your skin hot under his hand. Another hand trailed along your body, your back arched slightly as he rubbed his thumbs against your breasts. He brought his lips next to your ear whispering, "You're so beautiful…" "Sir…" you breathed out quietly.

So suddenly, he began to rub your clit through the fabric before rubbing your walls too. This sensation, this overpowering feeling, was driving you nuts. "Sir, you...you're engaged..!!" You let out a low moan when you felt him rub faster, and harder, you could barely handle it anymore. Your panties were now off and as well as your bra, laying naked in front of Jonathan. "(Y/N), my woman," Jonathan's voice turned husky, a bit rough and rough sounding as if he had been smoking for hours. Taking off his clothes, he placed them on the side of the bed, you looked at how well-defined his muscles were, and how he was hard as a rock. "Please tell me what you want, (Y/N)." "I want…a man like you," your voice was shaky but firm. "Please, sir, show me how you feel."

Oh, how painful it was at first. Like a shockwave went through your body feeling the tip ripped through your hymen. He reassured you, adjusting to his size and whatnot. After a few minutes, he began to move, little by little all of him was going inside of you. It took several tries for him to finally hit the spot you needed. "Oh god..!" you moaned loudly, quickly covering your mouth. You felt his pace increase, you weren't used to this type of pleasure and his thrusts made you weak in the knees. Jonathan moved your hand away "Let me hear your voice dear, I doubt the guests can hear you scream with the music blasting in the hall." Jonathan was sloppy, he began to get cocky. He pulled out before flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass in the air before shoving it back in, making you scream "JONATHAN!" The 6'5 male kept slamming into you, the sight of your ass jiggling each time he trusted drove him insane, something he couldn't get from Erina.

It was almost like he wanted to punish her.

With each thrust you took Jonathan grew angrier, you were still screaming into the sheets as he entered you again, he pulled out, slamming himself back in harshly, pushing you so far past your limits he broke through, your whole body shook uncontrollably with pleasure. Leaning over, he grabbed your breasts and started to play around with them roughly, making sure that you knew he enjoyed watching you squirm underneath him.

"You're taking me so well," he praised you, kissing you on the neck. Your pussy was being punished by his aggressive, throbbing cock. "Sir, I think I'm going to cum!!" you whined, your head thrown back, your teeth biting the pillow. "Do it then, love, come on," Jonathan ordered. Your pussy squeezing tightly around the tip of his cock. "Yes yes darling," Jonathan continued to thrust violently while his hand continued to slap your ass, causing the vibrations to send tremors throughout your body. Juices falling out and finally climaxing, you couldn't help but scream out in ecstasy.

Stars. You were seeing stars as you stared at the ceiling of the room. You looked around and see Jonathan cleaning your body up with a wet rag. What an amazing experience but you couldn't help but feel regret rising in you. "Why the sour look?" Jonathan asked you, wiping off your stomach with a towel. "I uhm, I'm sorry. It's just that you're engaged and—" "We don't have to talk about it," Jonathan assured you. "What?" "Listen, (Y/N), you're my main focus right now. Erina doesn't have to know. Sure, we're having a bit of issues here and there but trust me, I wanted you ever since you came here." he wrapped his arm around you pulling you close to him as you laid your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose in his hair. Jonathan was so sweet, loving even. How was it possible for him to be in such a position of power?

He kissed the side of your face, softly pressing your lips together. "You are the most captivating woman I've ever caught a glimpse of, and I promise to always adore you. That's something that I'll do with my whole life."

[idkwhylou]

Pain in the ass

Summary : You’re the new WSO of Phoenix but your relationship is somewhat complicated, one evening when you thought nothing was possible between you two, you took the courage to kiss her.

Natasha Trace x wso!reader/f!reader

A/N : I wrote this imagine thanks to this masterpiece, so if you liked the one shot please go like this one too !!!

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It hadn't been long since you were assigned as Natasha “Phoenix” Trace's WSO. For some reason that was still unknown to you the famous pilot needed a new WSO, you were so happy to be the back seater of Phoenix. She was well known in the world of aviation, enough that despite your young age you already knew her name. She was part of the Top Gun elite. It’s true that when you arrived on the first day at the base you did not really expect to be the youngest, you were surrounded by pilots older than you.

You were extroverted sometimes perhaps a little too much, but you loved to talk and discover new things. That's why your call sign was UTA, it meant "u talk alot". One of the first questions your new teammates asked you was what your call sign meant and when you answered them they looked desperate. That meant that if you talked so much from day one it wasn't just out of excitement. At the time you didn't really understand their reaction but later when you settled in your dormitory you promised yourself not to ruin everything and tried to contain yourself.

The last pilot you flew with, kinda left the state. Literally. He had been called to the other side of the country for a mission of the highest importance. Of course it wasn't because of you, but he made it clear to you before he left that not being in the air with you was a real relief. You didn't want this time to go like this, you wanted everything to go well, of course it was going to be impossible to take away your curious nature but you could always try to make an effort. But despite everything you promised yourself you would do not to ruin everything, you felt like people were already fed up with you.

The first day had barely started when some were already complaining about you, they said it in a humorous tone but made you understand to shut up when it was only breakfast. The fateful moment arrived quite quickly and you met Phoenix with whom you already knew that you were going to team up with her, while other pilots were awarded their WSO, the young woman turned slowly to look who could be “Lieutenant Y/L/N”.

You watched her carefully observe the people behind her before her eyes landed on you, you straightened up and sent her a big smile followed by a slight wave of your hand to say hello. She looked you up and down before turning to focus again on the Admiral in front of you.

Ouch.

As a first contact, it wasn't ideal, but you didn't get discouraged and told yourself that you had to wait for the rest of the day to really see how it went. Your relationship cannot be described by a simple glance, or so you thought. Once the Admiral had finished his explanations, you all left for the locker rooms to get properly equipped for this morning's training. You got up and hurried towards the locker room eager to get on the plane.

Since childhood you have developed a passion for aviation, so one day when you came home telling your parents that you had joined the Navy, they weren't really surprised. They were so happy for you but above all proud, of course they were still a little worried because the Navy remains a dangerous job but they weren't worried about your environment and your relationships.

But they should have.

Being an only child the attention has always been on you and no one else, of course you can stand not being the center of attention but you have always talked a lot and above all they have always listened to you attentively. But now things had changed and you had to accept it. You left the locker room with your helmet in hand before heading to the tarmac to wait with the other pilots, as you approached them you heard one of them talking but given the distance at which you were, it was incomprehensible. But once closer you manage to hear correctly what the pilot was saying, even if you would have preferred not to hear him in the end.

“Phoenix with UTA ! You’ll have fun.” Said a tall brunet, laughing softly mockingly.

“Good luck ! You’ll certainly need it.” Said another, tapping her on the shoulder before joining the other in his giggles.

The tall brunet turned his head and noticed that you were just there and that you had just heard everything, he stopped laughing and straightened up before slapping hard his friend in the shoulder to stop him too. The other pilot looked in front of him and his gaze fell on you, he froze and Phoenix who hadn't seen you yet since she was standing in front of them, turned around.

You didn't wait another minute and put your helmet on your head before continuing to walk straight ahead hoping to find your assigned plane quickly.

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The weeks passed and you could already tell that Phoenix didn't like you, at least that she didn't really have you in her heart. The sessions went pretty well, working together turned out to be child's play, but when your extroverted and curious side took over you felt that she quickly lost patience. You were her partner but you understood that for her you were only her new WSO, nothing more.

You had just left tech school, you were too impatient. Of course you wanted to do well and not make too many mistakes but after all unlike Phoenix you were only a beginner. You knew nothing of her ; neither her routine nor her landmarks. So even if during training everything went pretty well, it is true that you often encounter some small difficulties. You asked her a lot of questions, far too many for her liking. And when you would stop asking questions to focus, again you were talking too much.

Of course you wanted to do well and that it was from a good intention but Phoenix had a hard time supporting it, which you understood. So despite your defective relationship, you tried to catch up with the other pilots since it was already too late with Natasha. Little by little you managed to make some effort, which had allowed others to really want to listen to you. Now you were still talking as much but the pilots who worked with you had now learned that you were like that and that they had to accept it. Now they didn't think your remarks were stupid or unnecessary, they really listened to you even when it wasn't worth it.

Unlike the first day when you ended up cracking up in your bed at night once the lights went out, today you're happy to get up and go see the others. Of course the others continued to bother you a little bit but nothing compared to the first day. Your team saw that you were really trying to put in the effort and were grateful that you did. You had made efforts on your side about being a little too curious but also on your work, you focused a lot more and thought before asking a question realizing that you already knew the answer, you were just too anxious and did not want to do stupid mistake.

Despite all these efforts, your relationship with Phoenix did not seem to evolve.

In your eyes she was the coolest person you had ever met, she was so talented and good at what she did. She seemed so nice, smart, funny and kind with the others, but with you it was quite the opposite. She was cold. You didn't like that Phoenix. You liked the Phoenix who cared about others and was there for the people she loved. Despite your relationship you couldn't help but develop a little crush on Natasha, when you saw how she was with others she was just perfect.

She was beautiful inside and out, to be honest the first few days you were quite nervous around her. You couldn't resist the charm of the pilot.

But your exchanges consisted only of questions coming from you and very short answers coming from her. Most of the time you were talking to yourself, well you didn't think she was really listening to you. The only time you were sure she was listening was when you were in the air telling her what to do. You were really trying to be better every day so that you two started getting along really well but it's like she pushes you away every time. You felt like she was trying to put a huge wall between you.

It broke your heart but you had no choice but to accept. Even if she continued to avoid you completely you only continued to fall more and more in love with her, you did not know it yet but what you felt towards the pilot was not just a simple crush. But one day of training while you were in full flight you noticed that no matter what indications you gave her she did not listen to you, even if you spoke louder it was as if she did not hear you. The end of the assignment came quickly to your great relief.

When you got off the plane, Phoenix was already walking away from you and off the runway, she was angry. Even though you weren't close you started to understand how she was. You didn't even have time to put your foot on the ground when one of the pilots offered to come and have a drink with the rest of the team this evening. At first you were hesitant, it hadn't been that long since you had your first drink. You did not yet know your limits with alcohol and did not prefer to create excesses.

But as you were looking for a way to politely decline, the boy pouts at you before putting his hands on your shoulders. “Come on UTA, please…” He said dramatically.

You looked at him for a moment and realized you couldn't say no, so you agreed. He smiled at you and indicated you his dorm before turning to start walking inside the large building. You were a little surprised that you were invited to a "party" but you didn't think about it too much, telling yourself that you deserved to go have fun with your teammates.

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After a good shower you headed towards the dorm that your teammate had told you about earlier in the day, you slowly approached the door before hearing Phoenix's voice, which made you stop just short of hesitating to enter. You weren't expecting her to be there and honestly you didn't want to bother her, going back to your dorm seemed like the best option. But as you were about to turn on your heels to go back to your dorm, you heard your call sign. You couldn't help but strain your ears to listen carefully to what happened next.

“Oh don't even tell me about it.” Phoenix replied with a grunt.

“Come on Phoenix, she made some efforts. She's not that bad…” Added a voice that you didn't have time to recognize before the pilot spoke again.

“She’ s a pain in the ass ! She always asks a bunch of questions, she acts like it's all just a joke. The only thing she's done is talk, she can't even just shut up and do her job-”

You started walking quickly back to your dorm, deciding you'd heard enough. Admittedly you weren't the best there but you didn't expect Natasha to be so hurtful, at this point it wasn't even more than simple frankness, she had been mean. The worst thing is that again this morning you asked her if there was something and she again sure that there was nothing, while it is she says what she really thinks in front of you everyone except you.

But the worst was that the person you loved hated you.

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The days that followed, you were strangely calm and silent, your teammates no longer had the right to hear your little comments or your daily questions. At first it was not scary, some were relieved but over time they started to worry. You could be silent for a day for a certain reason, but not for four days. Since the evening when you heard what your pilot had said about you, you had been cooled. You didn't want to talk anymore to say nothing lest she complain again to your teammates.

“UTA.” Someone called you, the voice was not unknown, you recognised zed it too quickly, you continued to walk on completely ignoring it, just like she had done with you.

“Y/N !” Cried the young woman again behind you. You froze in place, disturbed by the fact that she had just called you by your first name. You were sure it was the very first time she called you by your first name and not your call sign.

The fact that you liked the way your name came out of her mouth so much annoyed you. After the way she treated you and was with you you couldn't have feelings for her, but no matter how much you pushed them away they came back every time. You turned around and watched the young woman walk towards you, once you faced her she accelerated slightly to reach you faster. “You're okay ?” She asked simply.

You frowned at her unexpected question, “Uhm yeah, that wasn't me yelling two seconds ago.” You say trying to stay cool.

But the only thing you could do at the moment was lose yourself in Phoenix's beautiful brown eyes, so intense and soft. You were younger and slightly shorter than her, only a few inches but enough that you still had to look up at her when she spoke to you.

Oh this girl really had a hold on you.

“Hey, you're the one who left so quickly without saying anything- but that's not the point. Are you sure you're good ?”

“I just told you yes.” You say coldly before turning to resume your walk but Phoenix did not agree with this idea.

She took your arm to stop you from leaving and made you turn around again facing her, you sighed annoyed by the situation but you couldn't deny the butterflies that were unleashed in your stomach.

“Hey calm down UTA, I just want to chat. I was just worried lately.” She confessed softly.

“Worried ?” You asked a little surprised.

“Yes. I noticed you stopped talking, what's up ?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on UTA, don't tell me there's no reason for your silence.”

You stared at her for a moment before looking down at your feet, “It-it's nothing.” You said shyly.

“Yes it matters Y/N.” She said putting her hand on your shoulder, which made you raise your head towards her.

Once again she had said your first name and not your call sign, and once again you felt shivers run through your whole body. The way your name rolled off her tongue was so satisfying. You shook your head and quickly came back to reality, you moved her hand which was still on your shoulder before speaking again. “Oh yeah ? That's not what you were saying a few days ago.”

She frowned not understanding the situation, you laughed curtly before resuming. “I thought I was a pain in the ass and couldn't stop talking and couldn’t do my job.”

You watched her and noticed that her facial features had changed, misunderstanding replaced by realization quite quickly. “UTA-”

“You got what you wanted right ? I finally stopped talking, isn't that enough for you ?” You say, starting to get angry.

“No Y/N ​​listen to me-”

“Listening to you ? Listen to you when from day one you hate me for no reason ? Ok I grant you that sometimes I talk a little too much and I ask too many questions but you really think that I deserved what you made me live ?” You say while releasing all the anger. It was her turn to lower her head to look at the ground, at which point you realized that around you were all the other pilots. You looked around you, everyone had just witnessed what was happening.

You were ashamed. You turned your back on the girl in front of you and continued walking as if nothing happened.

»» ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ««

A few hours after the incident you were in your dorm waiting for time to pass, you were new to the base and the dorms were already taken, so you had the right to your dorm alone. At first you found it a bit sad to be alone, but given the events of the early afternoon you were more than relieved. This evening you had decided not to go to the refectory to eat, your appetite had not come to you. You were now in bed on your back staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep to hit you but nothing.

Suddenly someone knocked on your door, you got up slowly and opened the door. Once opened, you were more than surprised to see who was in front of you, she was no longer in work clothes and had a plastic box containing food in her hands.

“Hey…” She said tenderly.

“Hi.” You say coldly.

She quickly understood that you didn't really want to see her or talk to her, but she continued, “You didn't come to eat tonight.”

Oh, so she looked for me, you thought.

She paused briefly before lifting the box in her hands slightly so your attention would be on the object, “I-I got you something. Can I ?” She asked to enter, unsure of herself.

You said nothing and went to sit on your bed leaving the door open, making her understand that she had only to enter on her own. Once in the room she closed the door gently behind her and moved slowly, she placed the box on your desk next to your bed before sitting down next to you. You waited patiently to see what she was going to do or say but nothing happened, you turned to her and spoke first since she hadn't decided to start “I don't have the whole evening-”

“I am sorry." She cut you off looking you straight in the eye. “Sorry for acting this way with you and not just the awful way I talked about you, but also the way I've been with you from the start. I know that's no excuse for what I may have done, but I-” She stopped short in the middle of her explanation.

You frowned not understanding why she suddenly stopped, you looked at her attentively before focusing on her brown eyes, her beautiful brown eyes. “Phoenix ?”

“Sorry it's just that-that... You replaced my last backseater and honestly I wasn't ready for that and I didn't want to accept it. That's no reason I know and I'm terribly sorry you didn't deserve that-”

This time if it was you who cut her off, but you did not prevent her from continuing to speak. You quickly leaned into her face to connect your lips, surprisingly she didn't push you away and deepened the kiss before placing her hand on your cheek. Inside, you were bubbling, the sensation was exquisite. Suddenly it's as if all the previous events no longer existed, there was only you, nothing else. Everything around you was gone, the only thing you could think of was the lips of the girl you loved on yours.

Your lips started moving together in a steady rhythm, her hand moved and she placed one on each of your arms before applying pressure to them, leaning back and leaning a little more to lay you down on the mattress. Your back touched the fabric of your duvet and now you were between Phoenix and your mattress. She leaned on her arms to avoid crushing you and your hands found their way into her hair, but as her lips moved from your mouth to your neck a slight gurgling of your belly was heard. She pulled away from your neck but still staying close to you, she looked at you with an amused smile on her face.

You smile a little embarrassed, she leans slightly back into your face to place a tender kiss on your cheek before she pulls away from you completely, “You should eat.” She suggested.

You sat up and nodded, she got up and took the box that was on the desk to give it to you. You took her and she sat down next to you. You looked at the box before looking back at the brunette, “How am I supposed to do without cutlery ?”

“Oh…” She said with a laugh before dropping her head on your shoulder. “Sorry-”

You cut her off by kissing her before she said any more, “You say it way too much. And honestly I don't care about the cutlery.” You say, putting the box on the ground. “I have another idea for my meal tonight.” You say kissing her hungrily.

[sonotkari]

Cliché

Danielle Marsh x Fem Reader

[ Synopsis ]

Reincarnated to your next life with your past memories, you can't help but watch over her. Danielle Marsh who once was your lover.

Fluff, Angst, and a lil cursing

[ Word Count ]

3.2k

[ a/n ]

Writing this reminded me a lot of a kdrama I used to watch 『 See You In My 19th Life 』you should def watch it if you haven't (I haven't finished it lmao) I don't know anything about uni's and college and class and stuff so if there's something weird about it, no you didn't see that. Keep reading /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

For everyone having blue nights, dis for u bae <3

You looked over at the mirror, touching your face gently examinating close before sighing. It was official. You were reincarnated again, and the memories of your past flooded in just right now, causing you to do such a thing. The next thing you felt was pain. The pain panged on your chest harder as the memories inside your head kept on rewinding like a movie on a never-ending loop. You let another sigh, heavily this time as in all of those precious memories you held about the past, your dear lover was the one that held a big impression inside of you, and probably the biggest cause of this chest pain you were struggling to right now. How you lost life in the past was too blurry, too vague to remember. All in your mind was her smile, her voice, the sound of her laughter, and how her hair flowed with the wind. The scent of freshly picked flowers and the distinctive smell of rain coming from her which was some of the reasons you grew to like the gloomy weather despite having a huge dislike of it before. As you close your eyes, everything feels like how it always was, almost making you think that she's right there as the scent and the sound are hanging around. But you knew it was all just inside your head, you alone in your somewhat small apartment room. The serenity was silently killing you inside. You weren't used to how quiet it was. It's not like you were hyped and excited most of the time in your past, making a lively atmosphere in your life. You were more of the quiet, calm, and collected type. Your personality was made out of her mostly, as she was the only one who made your heart ease at difficult times. Now that she's not here, who will calm down you down? The silence wasn't peaceful at all. It was never comforting, not like before when you hadn't met the girl yet, where it wasn't a big deal for you. Not even a speck of sound can be heard but that was what made you feel like you were going to lose your mind sooner or later.

You had important things and places to go. Time wasn't waiting for you just because you got your memories back, no. You were now a college student busy studying for your steady future and you're not just about to fuck it all up now. You get out of the bathroom, take your things, and leave your apartment, going to uni. On the way walking, you can't help but think if she reincarnated too, as well. Did she reincarnate in your time? Does she have memories of her past too? How old? Where? Was she safe? Is she alright? Questions wouldn't stop whirling around your mind as you entered the building going to your class. You sat in the back row and placed your bag beside you. Looking around, you can't help but look at every person's face, you're eyes scanning every feature in hopes that you might find her. The chance was one in a million but it didn't stop you from shifting your gaze to each one from corner to corner. Your heart beating loudly, anxiety perking up and your fingers twitching slightly from the nerves hitting you. You were desperate. Finding her as if your life depends on it. But like how you expected it somewhere deep down, she wasn't there. You let out another sigh, feeling disheartened as the disappointment washes all over you. There was no way you could focus on class after all the sudden events making your thoughts linger only on her. After finishing some classes with a lost mind, you decided to stroll around on the sides while getting something to fulfill your appetite in your free period. Then you felt drops of water on your face. You looked up and saw that the grey clouds were spreading through the clear sky, slowly covering the sun as it did so. 

"You have got to be kidding me..." You mumbled as you sighed again for who knows how many times now. Feeling like you might grow a dislike again towards the weather, you quickly covered your head with your hands as you groaned. Looking around, finding a place to keep yourself out from the rain before it drenches you. You rushed to a cafe nearby, and by the time you got below the roof, you were half-drenched from the sudden rain. Quickly getting coffee and some pastries, you eat them by the window seat, checking the weather occasionally as you take a bite. The weather was still feeling cranky as it was pouring hard outside. You check the time on your phone, and it tells you there are only a few minutes left before your next class starts. But you didn't have an umbrella with you, and running back would probably, well mostly get your things soaked. It didn't look like there were any shops nearby where you could buy one. Slightly stressing out as you let out another sigh of the day while looking up at the gloomy sky, you heard the sound of an umbrella open beside you. The next thing you knew a figure came close with the said umbrella, and when you shifted your gaze to the side, you felt your breath hitch at the sight. "Jihye―" She was there standing with a familiar bright smile. The one where you'd always feel something churning deep down, making you tug a small smile on your face. The girl who changed you for the better. The girl you cared deeply more than anything. The love of your life, now and then. Mo Jihye. Jihye had sheepishly outed a soft chuckle as she averted her gaze from you. 

"I'm sorry for the sudden approach... It looked like you needed one" She says as she looks at her floral-printed umbrella. You took a glance at it, thoughts swirling around about the girl as well. She still liked flowers and everything with it... "...Thanks..." You simply say so, still starstruck at the fact that Jihye is standing in front of you. Shifting your gaze back to the girl, her smile softening as she listens to your response. "We go to the same uni, right? I saw you leaving campus" You nod in response and she chirps again immediately seeing you do so. "Would you like me to walk with you to campus? If you don't mind..." "If it wouldn't be a bother... my next class is starting soon so..." You mumbled quietly, your gaze piercing to the girl as she shook her head slowly. "Of course, it's never a bother" She then outs a soft chuckle. "If anything, I'm the stranger bothering you here..." "Y/n" "...Huh?" It was your turn to return the smile at the girl looking confused to the sudden introduction. "My name's Y/n. L/n Y/n. You know my name now, so technically we're not strangers" Her confused expression turned to a bright one again as she lightly giggled. "Okay, Y/n... I'm Danielle. Danielle Marsh. Nice to meet you!" You felt your eyes widen a bit hearing her name. Danielle. You had a hunch that she didn't have her memories from the past, but now you were sure. 

Nice to meet you too, Jihye― No, Danielle Marsh. 

Every time you spend time with Danielle, you get reminded that she's different from the girl you used to know. You knew that long before because there was a long time difference between Jihye and Danielle. Of course, she's different. But sometimes the girl smiles warmly at you and you can't help but see Jihye in her. The only time you felt Jihye was there and you could actually reach out to her. It hurt inside knowing that she wasn't your loved one, but just your friend from uni. The conflict between happiness and pain when you're with her, was killing you deep down to the point, that you couldn't handle it as well as you did, resulting in you to start avoiding her. You could've just loved her as you did with Jihye but easier said than done, you couldn't get your mind off your former loved one. And you knew it would be unfair for the girl if you kept on pretending you didn't think of Jihye when you were with Danielle. You outed excuse from excuse, distancing yourself further from the girl with no explanation, leaving her confused with mixed feelings. It's been weeks since you last saw her in person and not a single day you haven't thought about her. Walking your way home after finishing class, you felt drops of water falling on your face. The moment you looked up at the sky, it suddenly rained heavily. You felt your clothes soak in water, your bag probably getting wet as well with the notes and papers inside but you just stood there frozen.

Why did I have to reincarnate? 

One thought in your mind. The only thought in your mind as you let yourself sink through the heavy drops of rain. But then some moments pass and you suddenly don't feel the cold droplet hit your face. Confused you looked up again, and instead of seeing the gloomy grey sky, you were met with a floral-printed umbrella. You stared at it for some seconds as your heart beat faster every second, finally turning around to meet the gaze of Danielle. "What are you doing in the rain?" Her brows furrowed and her eyes full of worry, it also reflected in her tone as she spoke. "Hey" was all you could mumble. After all this time you were avoiding the sweet girl, and all you could say was 'Hey? You were dumbfounded by yourself and at the same time, the feeling of guilt spread all over your chest as you finally faced her. Your chest tightens more as you hear a sigh escaping from her lips, knowing well you fucked it all up. "I don't know what I did wrong and, I still don't until know" You hear her voice trembling a bit as she starts talking bit by bit. "And I'm sorry for not knowing well" You wanted to tell her that it wasn't your fault. That it was all you to blame. But no matter how hard you tried to work out the sentence, your voice was stuck in your throat, the guilt completely washing all over you. "But, let me tell you one thing―" 

Danielle remembered it clearly, like a movie rewinding in the back of her head nonstop. She was walking to her next class, her arms full of notes and textbooks since she didn't have enough time to put them back into her bag. Getting late to class was never an option for her so she hurriedly grabbed her things and rushed out to the next. Maybe it was because she was rushing, worried that she might not make it in time but, it was clear that she wasn't fully aware she was about to bump into someone in the next 5 seconds.  The next thing, her notes were scattered on the floor, and Danielle fell on her behind, completely confused with the situation. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" Hearing someone's voice and presence come over, Danielle shifted her gaze and immediately flabbergasted. She didn't know why but she could hear her heart in a beating mess. She hasn't felt anything like it, especially when it's someone you just bumped seconds ago. The girl quickly composed herself, hastily picking up the scattered papers from the floor. "I'm sorry I was in a rush and wasn't looking..." To be honest, she was giving up making it on time for her class. "I wasn't paying attention either so..." Danielle felt it again. Her chest overflowed with a feeling the moment she saw the girl in front of her smiling warmly as she passed the other notes to Danielle. "...Thanks..." Danielle hazily says so, slowly taking the notes from her but, not averting her eyes anywhere else. "You're welcome" The girl simply says so with another smile and walks past Danielle, leaving the girl dazed for a few more seconds.

Since then the girl had never once left Danielle's mind. Unfortunately, she hasn't seen the girl since. Not knowing anything even her name, she had no way how to find and meet the girl again. Grumbling at her stupidity of not asking her name sooner, Danielle was walking around the campus during her free period when her eyes went wide. The gods might've finally heard her prayers this time because there she was, walking on the campus grounds with her effortless beauty. She knew she shouldn't. But she couldn't help it.  Debating on whether she should say hi or not, Danielle had been following the girl from behind. As she finally made up her mind and was about to go talk to the girl, she felt raindrops falling and rushed to get her foldable umbrella from her bag. Holding her umbrella, she noticed the girl covering her head with her hands and assumed she didn't have one with her at the moment. Danielle saw it as a chance and was about to approach her when suddenly the girl sprinted off somewhere. Adrenaline kicked in, and Danielle too had run to follow the girl despite the rain hitting her face from time to time. Danielle saw her enter a cafe and quickly went in after. After a few moments of drinking her latte, checking the girl occasionally as she sips her drink, she saw her finally standing up to leave so Danielle too had quickly stood up from her seat, walking her way out. She glanced at the girl looking at the weather with worried eyes and before she could sprint off again, Danielle took a quick breath and opened her umbrella, stepping close to the girl as she did so. As soon as their eyes met, Danielle couldn't take her eyes off the girl just like she couldn't avert it at their last interaction. It felt like the world had actually stopped, shutting down all the sounds around them, everything passed in slow motion like in a Hollywood movie. She finally shifted her gaze away with a shy smile, speaking up to the girl for the first time again. "I'm sorry for the sudden approach... It looked like you needed one" 

Danielle had a hunch that she didn't remember their last interaction and felt a little disappointed but, that didn't matter at all. Now she knew the girl's name was Y/n and thought that was the prettiest name she'd ever heard in her entire life. She was so determined to get close to the girl because it felt so right. Her presence felt like a warm ray of sunshine hitting you on a perfect day, a puzzle piece that fits perfectly to finish the picture. It felt so right. 

Nice to meet you, Y/n L/n. 

The times Danielle had spent with Y/n were the best of all. Whether it was those crappy jokes or cheesy lines, they were laughing nonstop. The only doubt she had was the slightly sad gaze Y/n would sometimes give her, and it was almost unnoticeable but not to Danielle's eyes. Things had suddenly gone to a downfall as she had seen less and less of Y/n. At first, she'd understood that the girl would be busy with studies and tasks but then she noticed that the girl would avoid her gaze, walking hurriedly away. Danielle took the message. You were avoiding her.  Danielle was confused and at the same time, she somewhat panicked at the sudden attitude. The thought of your presence disappearing was the last thing Danielle had wanted, and so she had decided to confront the girl. Walking through the heavy rain after classes had ended, Danielle hadn't stopped thinking of you, since she hadn't seen you all day despite searching, and the drops of rain worried her more since she knew you never take umbrellas with you. Her heart stopped as soon as she turned at the corner of the campus buildings, seeing a familiar back standing in the middle of drizzling rain. "What are you doing in the rain?" Danielle's heart ached meeting the lifeless eyes of yours. There it was again. The world stopping, the sounds in a muffle, everything in slow motion. Just like a Hollywood movie. But it didn't feel good at all. Everything about it wasn't like how she used to feel. It was all wrong. And she had to make it right again. 

"I have feelings for you, Y/n... More than a friend" Danielle sighed, her eyes softening as she looked at the girl in front of her. "I love you" Slowly taking a deep breath as she continued to confess her feelings she had been keeping deep down for a long. "I was unsure at first but, I definitely know now. These weeks of not seeing you made it sure. I have no idea why you've been unable for a while but please don't fade like that. Don't disappear. You know I'll always be here. Talk to me, please. Say something" Danielle reached out to hold Y/n's hand, her grip tightening more as she felt the cold tips of her finger. 

Your eyes grow wide at the words you are hearing right now. Danielle had feelings for you. All this time, you weren't sure if the girl had liked you or not. All this time, you assumed she only saw you as nothing more than a friend. All this time, you avoided her because you were scared of the pain you had to forcibly face, or so you thought. All this time and it was for nothing. She liked you, just like you do. The guilt in your chest was now replaced with a warm feeling, seeing Danielle's soft gaze towards you. You had seen that look before. The girl you once loved had that same look in her eyes when she also confessed to you, some thousand years ago on a rainy day just like now. You were wrong all this time. Thinking that she was different, that you didn't know who she was anymore. She was always who she was. The girl you cared deeply more than anything, the love of your life, now and then. "I love you too." You say in a strained voice, managing to chuckle as you see her expressions glow even in this gloomy weather.

This must be what fate is. 

One thought in your mind. The only thought in your mind. It wasn't all the raindrops pouring but apparently, it was your tears as Danielle had wiped them off for you. For the first time in a while, you laughed despite the tears flowing down your cheeks. Even if you were in a crying mess, Danielle had somehow made you smile. Some things never change even after a wholesome time has passed by. 

Reincarnated stories are stereotypes you hear anywhere and everywhere. 

But, there must be a reason why cliche things are loved in this world.

oh to be loved more than love

[the-ultimate-imagine-blog]

Some kind of Sora Birthday oneshot

You've been preparing for this day. Today is Sora's birthday. You, Riku and Kairi have been carefully planning this out. You do this every year where you three get together and throw Sora a birthday party. You guys usually have roles that switch around every year. This year you were baking the sweets, Kairi was setting up the decorations, and Riku was out keeping Sora distracted and away from home. You've been carefully following the recipes down. The cake was in the oven and you were now making some brownies. Sora usually likes to stuff himself with desserts, especially on his birthday. You guys make sure the sweets aren't too rich as one time Sora got himself sick from eating too many.

"Wow, that smells good." Kairi came walking into the kitchen.

"That's the cake in the oven. Are you all done setting up the decorations?" You smile. Kairi nods.

"I came in here to see if you needed any help."

"I'm almost done with getting the brownies ready. The cake should be almost done." You finished spreading the brownie mix in the pan and the timer went off. You checked the cake to make sure it was ready and then you pulled it out when it was. You then put the brownies into the oven and set the timer. You and Kairi chatted for a while until the cake was cool enough to decorate. You both worked together to make sure the cake was nice and decorated. When you two finished you both did a high five.

"Wow, today sure has been fun! Thanks for hanging out with me, Riku!" Sora grins as the two boys were walking home.

"You definitely looked like you were having a blast. We didn't do that much." 

"I'm always having fun when I'm with my friends." Sora lets out a laugh. He opened the door and confetti got thrown at him. Some landed on his hair.

"Happy birthday, Sora!" A nice small group of Sora's friends were gathered around. Sora grinned ear to ear. 

"You guys!" Sora laughs.

"How do we manage to still surprise you? We do this every year." Riku smiles and shakes his head.

"(Y/n), you made this? No wonder it tastes so good!" Sora was happily eating a slice of his cake. You blushed and laughed nervously.

"I just followed the recipe. I'm not that great," you scratch the back of your head.

"That's not true. I've tasted your cooking plenty of times. You're really good!" Sora never fails to get you to smile.

The small little party you guys threw was great. Sora was very happy with his presents he received. Then again he's happy with anything he gets. You swear someone could give him a rock and he'd act like it was the greatest thing ever. You all played some party games and shared a good number of laughs together. When the party finished Sora helped you guys clean up. He does this every year with you guys and he refuses to do anything else. Once everything was cleaned up you four spent the rest of the day relaxing together.

"Today was the best birthday ever!" Sora cheers.

"Sora, you say that every year." Riku chuckles. You and Kairi couldn't help but giggle. Sora looks at you guys and he lets out a laugh.

"And I mean it every year!"

[a-boca-do-inferno]

is he the bogeyman? (tony montana x reader)

summary: (y/n) meets someone very interesting, in an even more interesting way, at her new job.

warnings: swearing, angst, violence, smut. a little fluff too?

words: 7.9k

notes: idk man he just lives in my mind rent free. this was supposed to be a character study but i am too weak for him so ofc i had to throw some p*rn and angst in there. enjoy

It’s been almost a year since (y/n) moved to America and she was still struggling to leave the unemployed status at the moment. All the work she’d been getting was either temporary or too difficult for her to stay on them. Of course, there was her citizen situation as well, since (y/n)’s last boss was never exactly happy about having to employ an immigrant, resulting on him just deciding to fire her one fine day.

Now, here she is; working late hours to try and pay this month’s rent. Her search for any other sort of job, by the way, has not been the most fruitful one so far. That’s where Elvira comes into the picture. She called (y/n) one day saying she got her a thing at the casino of a distant friend of hers. (y/n) didn’t even question it, after all she needed the money. That same night, she came to pick her up so the two of them could go there together. All she had to do was slip into a waitress uniform and serve food and drinks all night. She got it.

Piece of cake.

Elvie is as beautiful as ever. She’s wearing a long navy-blue dress that matches her eyes, her short blonde hair slicked back. (y/n), on the other hand, wore more casual clothes, as she’d have to change into the uniform once they arrived at the club. Her hair is as usual, she’d tuck it into a cap soon anyway — at least while transiting in the kitchen. They were ready and off they went.

To say (y/n)’s surprised by the size of the place is an understatement. The building’s so large and lit up she felt like they were in Vegas or something. She enters through the back door, the one Elvie pointed out to her, as the blonde heads for the main entrance herself. (y/n) notices a fairly big movement of people, even some photographers. There must be someone really famous here for all that fuss. Chills run through her body and she takes a deep breath, trying to push the anxiety under the rug.

The uniform luckily fits and (y/n) thanks heavens, at least she won’t have to ask for a male model like all the other times. She adjusts the white dress shirt on her body and looks in the bathroom mirror, grimacing at the reflection. This definitely wasn't her best aesthetically, but she tried to focus on the fat payment for the service as motivation.

Putting her hair in the cap and leaving the restroom, she notices from afar the rush in the kitchen. Soon the muffled sound of music fills her ears and she reckons the party’s starting. A few other waiters are already in and out of the main hall, so (y/n) makes herself ready for any orders aimed at her and it doesn’t take long. They practically throw a steel tray on the poor girl’s lap and it’s full of snacks. She takes the haircap off and fixes her hair quickly. With the tray in her arms, she nods her head to no one in particular. Here goes nothing.

She opens the kitchen door, walking down the hall to the party somewhat nervous. The place is huge, full of people — mostly men in fancy suits —, gaming tables and a small stage makes room for a musical performance. There is also a dance floor above, as crowded as the gaming space she’s in. (y/n) spots Elvie from across the room and smiles at her. Her friend immediately notices and gives her a thumbs up.

She strolls around with a friendly grin to offer her tidbits, which a few here and there accept. It’s all going pretty well so far, all things considered. (y/n) approaches a table with three well-dressed men, lowering the tray as subtly and politely as she can. One of them, a unique looking one, takes the treat and smiles gratefully at her. This simple act warms her up inside because until then, no one had seemed to notice her existence.

She goes over to Elvie and the woman pretends to eat something from her tray, probably to give (y/n) some support. (y/n) only rolls her eyes amusingly. “So, how’s your night going?”

“Boring and taking too long, nothing new”, she mutters haughtily, but forces a smile. “There’s just rich old men and trophy wives in this place. I could get out of here with a sugar daddy if I wanted to.”

“Suits you well, I think”, she jokes, to which Elvira only wrinkles her nose. (y/n) scans around, exchanging another friendly look with that guy who thanked her for the snacks earlier. She quickly shifts her gaze to Elvie again. “Try to enjoy yourself, okay? It’s not every day we get to go to a place like this.”

“Fine. You too!”

And with that, her tidbits end. (y/n) goes back to the kitchen only to find what looked like the Tower of Babel waiting for her and nervousness takes over her in an instant. She’s so clumsy she’d probably have to bend over backwards not to cause an accident with the six glasses of champagne on that tray. The girl takes yet another deep breath and walks carefully down the hall, as if entering a battlefield. She bites her lower lip to concentrate better, trying not to let anxiety get the best of her. She got this.

Piece of cake.

“Excuse me”, a woman says, and (y/n) can’t help but notice her fierce figure doesn’t match the thin voice.

She approaches the lady who swiftly takes one glass of champagne from the pyramid, going back to her conversation without taking another look at (y/n). She turns around to leave afterwards, however, it seems the universe’s not on the same tune as her. A drunk guy stumbles past the girl as the tray flips in her hands and spills all the liquids on the woman’s fancy dress. She quickly grabs a napkin from the table to try and dry her clothes, but it’s useless.

The woman pushes (y/n) away and gives her a hard glare, making her face the floor immediately. “Watch where you’re going, stupid! Wasn’t there anyone better to hire in this damn place than a blind bitch?”, every word that comes out of her mouth makes (y/n) feel smaller and smaller. Thinking the lady’s done, she starts picking up the shards of glass to put them back on the tray. But oh, was she wrong. “I want you fired now! Where’s the manager? Get this stupid bitch out of here! I demand...”

“That’s enough, lady”, a male voice cuts her off, but (y/n) didn’t dare turn around to see who it belonged to. Her eyes are already filled with tears and her current condition couldn’t be more deplorable. The owner of the voice stands up and approaches the woman who’s still mumbling and calling her names. “You shut the fuck up now and go clean up. Leave her alone”, his tone sounds menacing now, and (y/n) feels a slight shiver go up her spine.

She can only hear the slender heels tapping away from her next, the noise filling her with some relief. She finishes cleaning up the mess and bolts back to the kitchen, not even thanking whoever had defended her in that very peculiar way. Nobody questioned (y/n) once she showed up with a tray full of broken pieces of glass, of course. They must have heard everything; the woman was screaming over the blaring music of the club.

She put her hands on the sink, shutting her eyes. Tears stream down her face eventually, she’s been holding them for too long now. Her sadness is more because of the money she just lost rather than the woman’s cruel words, though. She’s used to the abjection, the constant bullying. Miami’s trophy wives can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. If (y/n) weren’t used to being humiliated daily by now, how could she have survived this long? Still, it didn’t make it any easier.

Elvie suddenly emerges at her side. (y/n) has no idea if she saw what happened. Probably so, although she couldn’t have said or done anything in her friend’s favour, as it might’ve ended up only making things worse. Elvira hugs her tight, relentlessly cursing the mean woman to her fifth generation. This earns a slight laugh from (y/n), who’s briefly distracted from what happened.

She holds (y/n)’s face. “If this one doesn’t work out, it’s no problem. We’ll find something else.”

“It’s okay, Elvie. Thank you for the opportunity, anyway. Even if I didn’t make the best I could out of it.”

“Hey, stop it! It wasn’t your fault, accidents happen and if that woman had been this — she gestures a tiny amount — kind, she’d understood and wouldn’t have made such a big deal out of an ugly dress like that”, (y/n) lets out a sad chuckle. Elvie sighs and looks at her sympathetically. “And for the record, you didn’t lose the money. I was talking to that guy who defended you just now and he insisted on giving you your pay check, even if it came out of his own pocket.

She frowns, squinting her eyes suspiciously. “Why?”

“I don’t know”, Elvira shrugs. “But he’s pretty cool for doing it, unlike that fucking...”

“Elvie”, she scolds, bringing the blonde back to the subject. “I don’t even know who he is. I didn’t have the courage to say anything during all the chaos, so I couldn’t thank him.”

“He’s cute”, she states, not paying any mind to (y/n)’s protests. She gives Elvira an unimpressed look. “I don’t know what he’s doing among these rotten people though, he doesn’t seem so bad.”

She frowns again, now a little thoughtful. “Does he have a scar on his eye?”

“Yeah...”

“Oh, I think I know who it is”, she grins, happy with her own discovery. “I remember him thanking me with a smile for the treats, he was the only one who did it”, Elvie stares at her with raised eyebrows. “What?”

“Did you really remember him because of a smile, even with that whole ass scar on his face?”, (y/n) rolls her eyes at Elvira’s mischievous tone. “My friend is a soon-to-be trophy wife, I can’t believe it!”, she hums her words in a not so discreet manner.

“Shut up! Oh, my God”, (y/n) pushes her playfully, face burning with embarrassment since there are still some people in the kitchen. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t”, she smiles cheekily.

***

As opposed to her little disaster yesterday, (y/n)’s second night in the casino is proving to be thankfully calmer. Her contractor gave her payment after all, so she’s a bit less worried for the rest of the week. She’s also gotten into the swing of things by now and a relieved sigh escapes her lips. The place is not crowded as it was last night, which makes her job easier and way less stressful. Elvie couldn’t go tonight because of her own personal stuff, so (y/n)’d just have to sit there and quietly observe the random faces passing by whenever she got a few free seconds.

She watches somewhat entertained as the sweaty bodies grind against each other on the dance floor up above. The gaming tables in front of her, in contrast, seem much emptier than yesterday, with only a few men sitting around one or two. There is this one in particular where the sole player, a medium-height figure with his back turned to her, sometimes lazily takes a drag of his cigar. He’s sitting all tangled up on his chair, legs spread apart as if he couldn’t care less for etiquette.

From what little information (y/n) could gather about this obnoxious place, he must be a really wealthy man — or work for such. The atmosphere of the location can’t fool even the most innocent of brains; these people are easily the majority of Miami’s powerful class. What they do exactly, well, that’s another matter entirely. She’s seen some politicians, models and even policemen so far, still (y/n)’s not so naïve as to think they only allow legal workers and entrepreneurs there. The club’s bathroom is disgusting and doesn’t reminisce fancy or chic whatsoever, and the amount of coke splashed over the toilets leaves no room for any doubt that drug lords and criminals in general are welcome around here.

And as for the shadow figure with his back to her, he surely could fit in that last category, or take part in it someway. She doesn’t see the same tension on his shoulders among the politicians or the policemen. That right there looks like a man troubled, distressed, almost giving up, and she silently wonders what’s on his mind for him to be presenting himself in such a careless manner. Before she can daydream about it anymore, however, a voice calls for her from behind the counter.

“Hey, (y/n), take this over there”, her colleague hands her the snack tray, pointing towards the man she was just watching. “And don’t say anything, he can be a bit of an asshole sometimes. Just offer him this and, please, do not stare”, he instructs, making her furrow her brows.

She scoffs, shaking her head. “What, is he the bogeyman?”

He only shrugs. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Still amused by that weird exchange, (y/n) takes the tray in her arms and walks over to the mysterious man confidently. Sure, he can very well be a contract killer, but fuck it if she won’t give him her best service as a waitress. Hell, it’s the least he deserves considering his miserable demeanour. She represses a chuckle with these thoughts, straightening her face. Her steps are precise and once she’s next to his table, she bends over slightly.

“Excuse me, sir...”, she starts, but her mouth immediately seals shut when she recognizes the man. The shadow figure, the bogeyman is her saviour from the night before — she can’t even bring herself to remember what terrible things she was thinking of him just now. Remaining agape, she tries to form a sentence. “It’s you...”

“What?”, he sustains her gaze, but frowns instantly. “Something on my face, lady?”, he spits, taking a drag of his cigar before she can respond.

Only then she realizes she’s been staring, although not for the reason he probably thinks. “Oh, I’m so sorry, it’s just...”, she clears her throat, unsure of how to explain this. Or if she should, really. “I never had the chance to thank you for yesterday, that’s all. So, thank you.”

“Oh, yeah. That lady was a fucking pain in the ass with you and for what? It was an accident, no need to call you names like that”, he mutters, apparently remembering who she was only now, and (y/n) almost can’t understand some of his words because he’s talking with the cigar between his teeth. His thick accent tells her he’s also an immigrant. She stands up straight again, reckoning he won’t say anything more, but his hand nimbly takes one snack off the tray. He then holds it up to her face, smiling boldly. “That how you thank me, trying to get away with my fucking food?”

The heat on her cheeks is almost unbearable. “I’m sorry”, she mumbles, looking away from his still amused expression.

“You say that too much”, he points out, takes another drag, bites the snack before proceeding with his mouth full. “Fuck, you can’t be like that, you know? Especially in a place like this, with so many rich people. They think they rule the world because they got money, and maybe they do, but don’t you let them treat you like shit. You don’t deserve it”, he gives her a serious look, his dark eyes piercing through her soul. “You gotta stand up for yourself, lady”, he concludes, grinning again as if he just said something so trivial. “What’s your name, anyway?”

She’s at a loss for words, but still manages to smile gratefully. “Thank you, I really needed to hear that”, she says, genuinely touched by the things he spoke. How could this man be the asshole she’s just been warned about? And worse, she thought he was a criminal? He could never. “And it’s (y/n), by the way.”

He simply nods, giving her a charming smile with the cigar still between his teeth. “Tony Montana, at your service”, he gives her a firm handshake, before standing up while palming his suit. He takes a look around and arches his brows, seeming surprised at how empty the place is. With his mouth free now, he murmurs: “I gotta go now, thank you for this”, holding the snack at her eye level, he leaves afterwards.

“Thank you”, she reinforces, watching silently as he disappears through the door. She lets out a quiet laugh, making her way back to the counter.

Tony Montana, with the weight of the world on his shoulders...

***

The next time (y/n) sees Tony again, he is still with the typical cigar in his mouth, listening not so interested as some man talks to him. He looks at the ceiling with his mind clearly somewhere else, and even the loud music doesn’t seem to get his attention. The casino is pretty full tonight, so she’s been in and out of the kitchen with trays through the whole night, non-stop. Her legs hurt a little from the repetitive movements, but she hides it with a polite smile.

“You better work, girl”, Elvira jokingly states, poking her slightly. (y/n) went to her table to try and breathe a little, pretending to tend to her friend. Her eyes remain across the room however, watching like a hawk as Tony Montana still talks to that man about something apparently not so pleasant, judging by his sour expression. Elvira notices her staring and lets out a light chuckle, poking the girl again so she’d turn her attention back to her. “Why don’t you just ask him out already instead of drooling from afar?”

“Shut up”, she protests half-heartedly, sitting next to her. The crowd is hiding her from the manager, so he won’t be bothering them anytime soon. Staring at Tony one more time, (y/n) sighs. “He just looks troubled, I wish I could do something. Anything.”

“You should go talk to him, doesn’t he like your snacks?”, she offers, sipping her wine distractingly. “Maybe food will cheer him up”, her tone is ironic.

“Shut up”, (y/n) repeats, rolling her eyes as she gets back up. “I better go back before someone sees me here doing nothing.”

“Cheer him up!”, Elvira dramatically exclaims as she steps away, and (y/n) can almost see the stupid smirk on her face.

The rest of the night passes by in a blink, and yet again she finds Tony sitting all alone in that same spot from yesterday. His friends are long gone by now and his never-ending cigar remains inside his mouth. Elvira had to leave early because of her work and (y/n) will probably get home by foot since she got no money for transportation. She’s clearing a random table in silence when Tony calls her name, a few feet away from her.

She looks up to meet his dark eyes and he seems a little drunk, a lazy smile resting on his lips. “Come here”, he invites, tapping the seat to his side loudly. The casino is empty except for him and the kitchen staff, which makes the scene a bit more intense than it probably should be. “Come here...”, he stretches the words, leaning forward.

(y/n) sighs and walks over to him against her best judgment. What good could come from a drunk, lonely man calling out for her? “How can I help, Tony?”, she murmurs, standing up next to him at a healthy distance.

“Can I get another Martini?”, he stammers, taking a drag. She says and does nothing in response, contemplating the conflict between following a customer’s order even when he clearly doesn’t need another Martini. Then Tony scowls at her, appearing suddenly angry. His veins pop out when he shouts, slamming his empty glass on the table. “Get me my fucking Martini!”

(y/n) steps back a little, frightened by his abrupt change of mood. With a simple nod, she goes to get his drink. The girl lets out a curse under her breath when she sees the bartender is already gone. She looks at Tony over her shoulder and he’s still staring at her with an unreadable expression. Great. Without knowing what to do, she enters the kitchen in a rush. Just as she’s approaching her co-worker so maybe he can help her make a goddamn Martini, a loud noise startles them both. Then another one, and another one.

Shots.

In a split second, (y/n) and her colleague are hiding behind the chef’s table in the middle of the room, huddled together like two frightened children. The shots don’t stop and keep blasting throughout the whole casino, some even hitting the glass on the door. At one point people start relentlessly shouting, even louder than the shots, and only then does (y/n) recognize one of the voices as being Tony’s.

God, was he hurt? But if he was, she couldn’t help him anyway, not even if she tried. Her whole body shakes in fear and her eyes are watery, her co-worker in a similar state. The chances of them dying in this position are just too great. If the assaulters were trying to rob the casino, they wouldn’t exactly care about killing two waiters in the process to leave no witnesses.

She’s trying to calm down her thoughts when suddenly there’s a deafening silence. The kitchen door opens with a thud and they both freeze in their spot. (y/n) is startled by the noise, her eyes so filled with tears it’s difficult to make out anything in her vision. She exchanges a look with her colleague and he nods, as if communicating something to her by that simple gesture. That’s when she realizes he has a knife in his hand.

She panics, pulling him by the arm in a desperate effort. “No, don’t go!”, her voice is an equally desperate whisper.

It’s too late, however, as he breaks free from her grip and bolts toward the door in a blink, knife in hand pointing forward. (y/n) lets out a scream as another shot is fired, reverberating through the white walls. The boy’s body falls to the ground instantly and she turns her head not to see him, gripping her knees tightly. Silence takes over the room yet again, and all she can do now is accept her fate. She closes her eyes and quietly sobs. There’s nothing left to do, this is the end.

Or so she thought.

“Help”, a weak whisper comes from the door.

Something heavy falls to the ground. (y/n) dares to slowly look to the side and notices the revolver surrounded by a pool of blood, while its owner slides with his back against the wall until he too falls to the floor, unconscious. She rushes over to Tony, unable to process that he has probably just killed a person in front of her. His suit is completely soaked in blood, especially where his arm was hit.

She considers what to do; the shooters must be either dead or on the run by now, as Tony was able to fend off them. They might not be in danger anymore, so her anxiety gradually gets under control. (y/n) takes a look at the wall on her left and crawls across the floor to the kitchen’s phone. A hand grabs her ankle tightly before she can reach it and she turns her head back in confusion.

“What...”

“No police, no hospitals”, Tony punctuates through a raspy cough, visibly struggling to make sense in his almost unconscious state.

(y/n) doesn’t say anything in response, only going back to his side with a concerned expression. She takes a look at his wound and notices it is still bleeding profusely, like the source of a small river. With a sudden sense of survival, she rips one of the sleeves of his suit and ties it around his arm in a strong knot, stopping the bleeding. Tony kicks a little from the pain and swears, his big brown eyes no longer managing to stay open.

“Okay, Tony. It’s fine, no police, no hospitals. I’ll take you to my place, I have a first aid kit there. It’ll be okay”, (y/n)’s voice is a tearful murmur that only she can hear, as Tony seems to really have passed out.

She looks around and analyses the mess surrounding them, feeling her chest burn due to her coworker’s corpse still standing there. For once in her life (y/n) had to be courageous to try and save someone’s life, when she couldn’t save her colleague’s. Taking a deep breath, she wipes off her insistent tears. She had to find a way to get them out of there before the police arrived. She alone, carrying a grown man who’s probably twice her weight, without any known means of transportation in the middle of the night.

Piece of cake.

(y/n) carefully stuffs her hands into Tony’s pockets, in an ultimate hope of maybe driving them off in his car. When she gets a key, a sigh of relief escapes her lips. She takes another decisive deep breath and counts to three before putting Tony’s arm around her shoulders at once. Grabbing his waist tightly, (y/n) lifts the man to stand beside her, leaning his body into hers. There’s no time for any more crying or wailing. He needed her help and she would do what she could to help him. End of story.

With some difficulty, she kicks the kitchen door open and quickly looks away when she finds more dead bodies on the floor of the main hall. It’s two men with machine guns still strapped to them, their faces disfigured and pools of blood around their heads. She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to focus on the fact that Tony is still alive after all. She had no idea as to why they were attacking him, but she was sure he didn’t deserve to be in those guys’ position. No matter what heavy stuff he is involved in.

(y/n) arranges Tony’s body against hers, finally managing to reach the door to the parking lot. She stops for a second in front of the three cars, considering her options. Tony appeared to be an extravagant man from the way he dressed, so that he had a car with seats covered in animal print wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

She opens the passenger door and wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead, setting Tony down carefully. He’s still asleep, but at least his injury is under control now. (y/n) goes around the vehicle and gets in the driver’s side, turning on the ignition and hitting the gas without a second thought. The sound of screeching tires is loud enough to bring Tony back to consciousness, his brown orbs as dazed as they are confused when he realizes where he is.

“Where...”

“Hang on, Tony, I don’t live that far”, she reassures, her voice raised so he can hear her over the traffic noise.

He blinks once, still looking at her puzzled. (y/n)’s eyes linger on his bloody figure and he shakes his head, his expression now turning sour. “That fucking Frank, I’m gonna put a fucking bullet in that motherfucker”, he growls, huffing like an animal.

Turning a corner, she points at his injured arm, not looking at him directly. “He did this to you, huh?”

Tony doesn’t respond, the anger in his eyes still very evident as he stares ahead. She decides not to insist on the matter and the rest of the way goes in silence. Every now and then she checks on him to see if he’s still awake, and though his angry face softens after a while, (y/n) notices that same tension on his shoulders from the other night. It’s as if he was just fine for milliseconds, then returned to his natural state of troubledness. Repressing a deep sigh, she tries not to think about it too much. It’s none of her business, anyway.

She stops in front of her building and helps him out of the car. They go up the stairs slowly and the discomfort is visible on Tony’s features. The “humiliating” position of needing help seems to be much worse for him than the shot he just took in the arm. Angry, troubled men are like that, (y/n) supposes, as she sits him on her couch.

“I’ll get the kit”, she mutters, knowing too well he hasn’t paid attention to her words as he looks around every corner of her apartment, like a child entering a new place. (y/n) comes back from the bathroom with the items and undoes the knot on his arm as gently as she can, attentive to any negative reactions from him. “Excuse me”, she coos, brushing the cotton against the spot where the bullet pierced his skin. She pauses for a second when Tony flinches once, his face contorted into a grimace that would be comical otherwise.

“Keep going”, he demands hoarsely, as if it’s strange for him to ask for anything.

(y/n) continues her work nonetheless, clearing her throat. “And I didn’t even get your Martini”, she gives him a half smile.

Tony makes a noise similar to a laugh, but his eyes are fixed on the wall in front of him. “So you got a sense of humour, huh?”, he’s amused, yet his expression is still awfully distant. “Good for you, chica.”

“I do have a sense of humour, I’m just shy”, she confesses, and a crease in her brows follows after when Tony’s demeanour remains unchanged. “Tony... I don’t wanna sound noisy, but you were in a gun fight just now and refused to call the police.”

Tony’s gaze is still on the wall. “It’s better for you if you don’t know, baby, trust me.”

“Alright, I won’t insist”, she wraps the gauze around his arm at last. “You got real lucky the bullet went through, the most you’re gonna need is an arm sling and some painkillers”, he simply nods to her change of subject, following her mindful movements on his bruise. She finishes off the bandage and sighs, satisfied with her own first aid skills. “Now you just need to take it easy and not move your arm too harshly. It’ll heal faster that...”

“I can’t fucking take it easy, I need to do something first”, Tony suddenly states, pulling his arm back to himself in one quick motion. He seems to regret this, however, letting out a scream of frustration and pain as the bleeding starts again. “Shit, fuck!”

(y/n) can’t help but roll her eyes. Men. “If you weren’t such a fucking asshole, this wouldn’t happen!”, she snarls, walking away from him in furious steps. She tossed the first-aid kit clumsily onto the coffee table, giving him a stern look. “You can spend the night here if you want, but that’s it! I’m done, I won’t be barking up the wrong tree forever.”

Tony’s eyes still don’t meet hers, but (y/n) can see they are full of an animosity that makes her unintentionally take a step back. “You don’t speak to me like that, you bitch!”, he yells in response, getting up from the couch to go where she is standing.

(y/n) looks at him in disbelief, letting out a humourless laugh even though she’s slightly frightened by his violent attitude. So this was the bogeyman, she reckoned. “You ungrateful son of a bitch!”, she impulsively pushes him hard. Tony grabs her arms in a strong grip and holds her in place. “Get off me!”

“Shut the fuck up!”, he shouts with wide eyes, causing her to flinch in fear.

When (y/n) doesn’t say anything in response, he seems to come back to reality. Tony lets go of the girl quietly and sits back on the sofa, careful not to hurt his arm again. The bleeding seems to thankfully have stopped again, at least.

She watches his movements with a frown, unable to ignore the feeling of impotence that fills her entire self. That man was clearly tired, tired of everything and everyone. And regardless of what life choices might’ve led him to that state, (y/n) just couldn’t find it in her to judge him in anyway; not in this position. His shoulders are as tense as ever, his eyes are darker than their natural brown tones. What heavy sorrows could’ve turned this man into an almost empty shell, she wonders, as her chest pathetically stings for a stranger.

She sits next to him again, hugging her own body. “I wish I could help you”, she considers aloud, referring to more than just his physical wounds.

“You done enough.”

“But I didn’t, not really”, there’s pure emotion in her words, and it’s enough to make him look her in the eye for the first time since they got out of that car.

Tony’s hardened expression slowly fades away, leaving room to that same complexity in his gaze watching her from afar as she went to get his stupid Martini. Out of nowhere, for no apparent reason, that clumsy girl he defended one night surprised him yet again, posing as some kind of a saint ready to answer his every prayer. No one in their right mind would have dragged his bloody and shot ass out of that casino, knowing his reputation or not, but (y/n) did. And he just couldn’t understand why.

“Thank you”, it’s all he says, all he can think to say to this strange, sweet girl.

She gives him a small smile, gently placing her hand over his. “No, Tony. Thank you.”

And then he flies over to her lips, not caring that he’s made another sudden movement. (y/n) is taken by surprise, but as if it’s something that she deep down wanted from the start, she lets herself be taken over by Tony’s overwhelming caresses. Her palms are sweating and her heart is pounding in her chest, her shaky legs being held by him as he pulls her onto his lap.

It’s not a pleasant feeling, to be rubbing against bloody clothes, but his angry lips won’t let her think of anything else. He seems to be as filled with fury as he is with lust, groping every inch of (y/n)’s body as their mouths remain glued together. He growls between her kisses when physical touch alone isn’t enough to express all his desire, moving his hips under hers like a dog in heat. He’s harsh, forceful, full of wrath.

And she can’t get enough of it.

Tony squeezes her thighs tightly and murmurs in her ear, biting on her skin while blurting out hurried words: “I wanna fuck you. I wanna fuck you so bad, fuck, chica...”

“Tony”, (y/n) breathes, holding him by the neck as she searches for his eyes. He flashes a toothy smile, seeming to enjoy the stunning effect he has on her. “You’re hurt, we better...”

“I don’t mind, I can do it”, he confidently assures, squeezing her ass as hard as he can to prove his point.

(y/n) lets him guide her with needy hands and his callused, cold fingers roam her whole body with insatiable hunger. She smiles between their kisses, her warm lips juxtaposing his icy ones. God, how she needs Tony. She wants to have him inside her so bad, massaging her sweet spot with all the necessity and desire she knew filled his every bone.

“Let’s go to my room...”, she stammers in a quick moment of lucidity, breathing heavily in his ear. His tongue’s still nuzzling her neck and she makes an unexpectedly erotic sound. The things that man made her feel.

Tony lets out a husky laugh. “You sure you getting there without coming, baby?”, and he sucks on her sensitive skin more brutally, making (y/n) reflexively arch her back. Satisfied with this reaction, his good hand squeezes her thigh in an almost reassuring gesture. “C’mon”, he coos.

They get up from the couch and walk over to her bedroom in a rush. (y/n) doesn’t mind turning on the light when they lay on her bed, mouths pressed together still. She unceremoniously undresses from her uniform and helps Tony remove his own clothes, carefully reaching for his shot arm. He watched her silently as she did so, chest rising and falling rapidly even though they were in a fairly more relaxed mood now. Perhaps it was a reflection of his own personality; even in the lull, his intense nature tended to contrast with his surroundings.

Tony leans against the headboard and pulls her to his hips again, cupping her breasts. A shiver runs up her spine as he pays attention to her nipples, squeezing them with his fingertips. She moves her body forward in a slow dance and the pressure of his bulge against her pussy is like drinking water after a long day in the sun. She’s wet. God, how she’s wet for him.

(y/n) runs her hands down his chest, cracking a soft smile when she notices Tony’s unblinking eyes following her movements. His irises are piercing even in the gloom that surrounds them, as if studying his prey. She lets her fingers find his waistband, unbuckling his belt slowly. There’s no rush for her, ironically, while he seems to be holding himself back from combusting under her hot touch.

“No teasing”, he mutters, deep voice reverberating through the darkened room.

(y/n) doesn’t respond, simply tucking her hand inside his pants without further ado. Tony is stiff, throbbing like a headache. He’s hot and beefy, and although her cheeks burn with these thoughts, her arousal only increases. She can feel his cock pulsing in her palm and as she lazily begins masturbating him, a curse in Spanish jumps his lips. She had absolutely no idea how they got there, but they would stop at nothing now.

“You like that?”, she presses her thumb to the tip of his cock, getting slightly startled by Tony reflexively squeezing her arm a little too tightly. “Shh, I got you”, her voice is warm as she puts her mouth on his chin in a velvety caress.

Tony’s precum trickles down her soft fingers, soaking his underwear amid the pumps. He lets out a low, barely audible moan once more, and the way his face is contorted in relish and anticipation has the girl thrusting her hips against his instinctively. They’re both wet with pleasure, rubbing under damp clothes, and Tony seems to have had enough of this when he quickly unzips her pants, sliding them down her legs along with her underwear.

She’s taken by surprise once more and stops jerking him off for a second, only to pick up the pace as her bare pussy brushes against his crotch. Tony flexes his knees with the excruciating sensation of pleasure, muttering another stream of curses in his native language. He then suddenly makes her movements come to a halt on his cock, causing her to look into his eyes a bit lost.

“I wanna come inside you, baby”, it’s all he says before sticking two fingers into her entrance, curling them in search of her spot.

Her own surprise can’t contain the immense wave of delight rushing through her body now and (y/n) rides his digits shamelessly, mind too blurry to care for any shyness at this point. Tony is groaning with her as his thumb massages her clit, faces pressed together perhaps in an attempt of anchoring themselves. His mouth devours hers in a vulgar kiss, teeth and tongue sometimes missing their way in the process.

She grabs him by the shoulders and hugs his neck, ruffling his hair with her fingertips. (y/n) tugs at his strands and Tony seems to approve of the gesture, grinning between the kiss. He starts fingering her faster and it’s like fire in her walls; it burns, it hurts deliciously. His rough fingers violate her without any delicacy and his animal growls cause her insides to tingle.

“Harder, Tony, ah”, she throws her head back.

Tony continues to fuck her hard, the sweat on his forehead mixing with hers as he adds another digit. He stands straight to penetrate her better, going in as deep as he can. His arm is aching from the exertion, yet it’s the least of his worries while this woman is coming undone at his fingertips. Her entrance resembles a puddle and he wants to bathe in it.

“You’re so hot, chica”, he snarls, subtly annoyed that he’s so horny for her. Hot and bothered, indeed. (y/n) responds only with a moan, wiggling on his fingers like there’s no tomorrow. She’s glistening with sweat, damp hair plastered to her face, and Tony thinks it must be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. She leans her hands on the mattress, arching her back gently. “Fuck”, he growls again, feeling his cock give an impatient tug at the sight of her.

Her breasts are sickeningly exposed in this position and Tony can’t help himself, attacking them with his lips. She opens her mouth deliberately, taking in all the air she can. Her tits bounce because of her tireless and frenetic movements still on his fingers and Tony thinks he will come just by looking at her like this.

She contorts her spine even more as Tony’s swift tongue swipes across her chest. He kisses her left breast lovingly, sucking it hard to the point of leaving red marks around her nipple. His irregular breath is burning her skin as she tries to sink her palms into the mattress for some support. Tony’s fingers continue to caress her pussy and he moves his lips back to her mouth, panting against (y/n) while the girl’s body shudders over his.

She comes on his hand with a groan ripping from her throat, burying her face in his neck. Tony’s arms are holding her tightly, despite his wound still throbbing a bit. She takes off his pants finally, throwing them on the floor carelessly along with his underwear. (y/n) sits on his cock without warning and starts moving, hands on his shoulders to steady her pace. The throaty noise he produces as she rides him makes her laugh a little; he is so manly and yet so needy.

Tony notices her amusement and raises his eyebrows slightly, smacking her ass hard. She lets out a surprised moan and proceeds to move faster, the wet, desperate sound now filling the entire room. He squeezes her breasts again, grunting when she squirms in his lap every now and then. His lips touch every spot on her bust, leaving kisses and small hickeys all over it.

They go fast, fast, fucking away any worries and doubts from minutes ago. The headboard slams against the wall and Tony’s back slams into the headboard with brutal force, which only seems to fuel his lust. He clutches (y/n)’s waist one last time before the last thrust, melting inside her with a groan that sounds more like a cry of relief. She follows right behind him, her pussy all painted white as she leaves his lap.

There is a long silence before she gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom without looking back, slowly coming back to reality. She meets her reflection in the mirror with a spent look, messy hair and torso completely ruined by Tony’s aggressive mouth.

So two months without sex were enough to make her fuck a criminal, huh? That was an interesting self-discovery. (y/n) sighs and washes her face quickly, somehow trying to cleanse Tony’s scent off her. Everything she did so far was probably wrong in so many ways, but oh, how good it felt to be loved by Tony Montana. It might’ve been just a one-night stand, still it was probably the best thing she felt in years.

Three confident knocks on the door bring her out of her daydreams. She swallows hard and swiftly puts on the robe hanging on the bathroom wall, glancing at her reflection one last time. Tony slams on the door again, this time clearly annoyed, and she rolls her eyes. Patience was definitely not his strong suit.

“Yes?”, she asks, opening the door before he can knock again.

Tony drops his fist to his side and (y/n) follows the movement with her eyes, feeling her cheeks heat up as she realizes he’s still butt naked. Her gaze quickly returns to his face and there is a certain uneasiness on his features, although he tries to hide it on his tone when he says: “you left me all alone, baby”, he flashes her a sly smile.

“I didn’t take you for the clingy type, Tony”, she replies equally amused, stepping forward as she closes the bathroom door. Tony grabs her around the waist and pulls her close, arching an eyebrow. “What, did I offend your honour?”

“Not really, but I’d let you offend me any day, cariño”, he cheekily states and (y/n) only laughs at his flirty behaviour, bringing her hands up to his face. Her thumbs trail his cheeks, stopping over his scar. His smile fades a little and his brown eyes look darken, yet no words leave his mouth. “What you thinking?”, he casually asks, rather than causing an unnecessary argument by being rough. There is no reason; not here, under (y/n)’s touch. It’s foolish to protest against palms so soft on his skin, feeling like a summer day’s breeze.

“You’re amazing, Tony. And I’m really glad I met you, for what is worth”, she blurts out, taking him and herself by surprise at the honesty of her words.

And it’s true, however foolish it may seem to be so enchanted by a complex person such as Tony in so little time. He defended her without even knowing who she was, and she helped him without a second thought in the most unexpected situation, for reasons unknown to the both of them. It is as compound as it is curious, that these two people felt instantly connected when brought together by chance.

So although it may seem foolish, (y/n) knows in her heart meeting Tony shifted her life forever. She can already feel it whenever he gives her a cocky smirk, like he’s doing right now. She makes a note to herself to stop inflating his gigantic ego, by the way.

“My dick’s that good, huh?”, he teases, kissing her neck.

“Shut up!”, she playfully pushes him, mindful of his injured arm. He gives her a peck on the lips and she smiles fondly, shaking her head. “You know, I’m probably out of a job now, besides going to jail for acting as your accessory or something”, her tone is thoughtful, while her fingers still caress his scar smoothly.

(y/n) feels wobbly in her legs at his mischievous gaze, heart beating faster than she’d ever admit out loud. Tony then flashes another grin in her direction, brown eyes piercing through her skin. “You do make a pretty fucking accessory, chica.”

Perhaps her search for a job is finally over, now.