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satoruhour · 1 year ago

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ur gonna get sick of seeing me in ur inbox lol but t i’ve been thinking a whole lot about sugar daddies and i need to know what the jjk men would be like as sugar daddies and what type of sugar baby they’d go for and and and their favourite things to do with you, both inside and outside the bedroom 💖 and how likely they are to fall in love and make u their wifey

a/n: i am so normal about jjk men. this shit is so long i got carried away. it’s too long that i’ll need to seperate and post nanami’s and toji’s part in a second post TT pt. 2 here

warnings: long piece, sugar daddy!au, discussions of kinks including daddy kink, creampies / breeding, public sex, exhibitionism, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, facials, cumshots, praise, degradation, dp, threesome, voyeurism, orgasm denial, overstimulation, lingerie, brat-taming, let me know if i missed anything. n*sfw under the cut

✶ GOJO

most annoying sugar daddy eva but he’s one of the fun ones where he feels like your best friend and sponsor all in one

i honestly see gojo not having a preference for specific sugar babies, but he doesn’t like babies who are ashamed of their relationship. like it’s one thing to be private of your relationship but another to introduce satoru as just your trust fund without alluding to your relationship

“he’s helping me with my university fees” like yeah any rich FRIEND could do that but it’s different from hooking an arm around his to introduce you two as a couple

sure maybe he may have blurred the lines at first when touches became more personal and whatnot but at this point he’s basically your boyfriend — even if you don’t want to explain the sugar daddy part, he still wants to be know as your partner and equal

you two “met” at an event where you were paid minimum wage for a waitress job, serving drinks to rich ppl and he’s so entranced with how you move. it’s not until later when he goes outside to accompany geto for a smoke that he sees you and your friends who worked the job together just talking and laughing in the parking lot while you rested your feet

it was cute and refreshing seeing your laughter after experiencing your stoic expression in the stuffy event even he didnt want to go to. since it was once of the first few events he started attending as a new CEO

made an impression by approaching you when your friends went in and your back was turned but you took him as a creep and screamed and punched him and he’s groaning while you just apologise profusely

it’s his fault, he knows, approaching in such a dark area but he doesnt mind the dark bruise forming on his nose bridge even when his best friend was laughing from a distance and youre helping him off the ground. your hands are so soft and your voice so sweet he swears he wants to protect you from the get go

after that whole hooha, he finds out youre still a uni student trying to pay off fees and randomly asks if you want to be his sugar baby and realises he wants you to be his gf when you’re playing some digimon video game at his house, enjoying your winter break. youre triumphant in the round and he grabs your wrist mid celebratory pose and pulls you to him

are you going to punch me for payback? gojo pfts and laughs, and just says just wanted to tell you i like you and LEAVES dude is so afraid of your answer until youre wrapping your arms arnd him from behind muttering out a finally and hearing the vibration of his chuckle

gojo wants his baby to ask for help when you needs it, and doesn’t mind being spoiled

LOVES to buy you flashy stuff. glittery, bright coloured things (that somehow still look classy) that scream expensive. gojo is very good at persuasion. he listens you dont like it however

i feel like the more he gets to know you, he understands your style more so while some of the things he buys are still fairly gaudy, you’re surprised every time he manages to purchase something that fits your preference. he’s gotten very good at it

gojo wires you money when he feels like it, whenever. he calls what he has a “sugar baby radar” and it’s just him thinking youre panicking over not having money for a textbook or something and just types in a random amount to transfer to you lol

he’s just a chill guy though, who wants to be a good boyfriend as he is a sugar daddy. like yeah he’s had sugar babies before and he enjoys giving but you’ve always hooked him in from day one and he realises he doesn’t just want to give you money but love too

gojo wants a bit of balance in the relationship as well — so he accompanies you to fashion stores to try on clothes but he would also love it if you followed him to tailor stores or watch stores for normal CEO stuff

you roll your eyes but actually you love every suit he changes into, and you always think of taking him right there

he LOVES his sunglasses that’s one thing he’s always dragging you to look at

and then there is interests that involve the both of you: lingerie shopping lol, jewellery, etc

he gets you a little G.S. initial necklace for your second anni and it looks so cute on you

clingy and so annoying bout it. you love it tho, seeing such a rich guy babble out five more minutes with hair sticking out everywhere.

he surrenders to you easily in the way he lets you crash his place whenever you’re cramming for an exam, or just needs some comfort. his things becomes yours very easily and he smiles when he finds himself wanting to learn how to cook properly when you’re sleeping in

likes to buy lingerie that matches his eyes, but ofc also picking your preferred colour. but seeing the fabric that matches the blue of his eyes drives him crazy, but also he gets to say “my eyes are always on you” and it’s just a reference to how there’s baby blue lingerie on you

HES SO LAME . i swear to god.

also a little bit of a boomer when it comes to younger slang and whatnot and it’s endearing to see when he’s supposed to be a CEO but you can’t help but laugh when he asks you for help on what fomo meant

very open on topics that touchy subjects or sensitive things. he may appear loud and annoying but he’s got depth to him due to his hardships since he was young. like yeah sure a guy who already was in line to take over his father couldn’t have hardships when he was young but he’s always despised this line of work. satoru is still finding a way to break off from his toxic family business to create his own, something that wont come without blackmail and scandals

the first time you heard this you were surprised because you had never seen gojo so serious before. he mentions it’s not obligatory for you to open up as well, but you mumble along about always struggling with money and working jobs to make ends meet. it’s not detrimental, but sometimes you wish there was someone treating you to a small meal or drink

this vulnerable state was early on in your relationship as well, and as you two go along, gojo is so grateful to be able to take care of you. it strengthens your relationship as well, because while you have your funny, hysterical moments, being vulnerable with your sugar daddy turned boyfriend is everything you could ask for

gojo realises the first time he might put a ring on you was when you guys had sex that was intense and broke the headboard LMFAO you two laughed about it during it, but during aftercare you’re patting his chest, telling him how you’ll end work early to meet him at IKEA to get a new one tomorrow — that simple act of going with someone to find furniture like ohhhh my god he was so whipped

like it’s one thing to buy clothes and material things but when you said that, flashes of your possible married life flashed before his eyes and he wants to say i love you but finds you’re already asleep. he can’t wait to actually move out of his family sponsored home into an apartment with you. gojo doesn’t care if it’s smaller than mansions and penthouses. if you’re happy, he is.

n*sfw hc’s below

gojo is open to a lot of things regarding your sex life. he didn’t want to scare you when you first started out but when he found out you’re just as much of a freak as he is he’s going to pound town baby!

not big on the daddy kink ngl (and he also because he’s too pathetic to be called a daddy), but loves using it in the context of cumming in you and breeding you and the prospect of you being pregnant with his child.

even if it’s not on his checklist right now, he just loves the filthiness and saying things like that

loves to fuck in bathrooms of important events, the cold marble against your skin making you freeze up as your eyes can hardly focus on your reflection. you’re just thankful you were able to find the ‘cleaning’ sign to prevent anyone from entering

loves to tease you and threaten to take away his black card and youre whining. hes annoying, asking you to use your words and youre begging to cum on his fingers.

very playful in the bedroom but he’s always calling you his dumb baby who loves getting fucked stupid by him until theres only money and him on your mind

loves it when you wear the extensions to the G.S. initial necklace, buying four more initials: two for your wrist, two for your ankles so he can hear it jingle when you stroke his cock while your flick your tongue at his tip

r hear it next to his ear when your legs are on his shoulder as he rails into you

on a funnier note he would totally fuck you on a bed of money. just for shits and giggles

loves to film you especially in his office, whether you’re playing with yourself or sucking him off or getting fucked he loves it so much bc of the fact he’s so unprofessional in a professional setting

gojo likes it when you initiate sex, especially in places that are risky and pretty public. his office is a starter, coming in dressed in a tight pencil skirt to mirror his insufferable PA who kept making advances on him. she was demoted the very next day LMFAO

but yeah you wore the skirt to provoke him, pulling his tie over the table while a stocking clad knee rests on his wooden desk. there’s a confidence in you he’s never seen before and he just cant resist flicking his eyes down to the suffocating button up shirt you’ve got on

satoru doesn’t care that his whole office can hear you moan out his name or the slaps of his balls on your ass. or doesn’t really care about the construction workers looking at you two go at it like rabbits from the opposite building

the heat of the glass paired with your body that feels on fire is enough to make you lightheaded but the eyes and ears peeking in on your intercourse is so thrilling to you bc you know gojo can just pay them off to shut the fuck up

loves you on your knees giving him head when he’s in an important meeting, the swirl of your tongue feeling so good on his length

but what’s more he loves giving you head even more. doesnt matter where. office table, washing machine, bed, he’s so in love with your cum and cunt and has to eat you out at least once a day

gojo loves to cum in you but also on your face, especially if you wear glasses. seeing his white hot cum splattered on your lenses and your face while your tongue darts out to lick some of it off he swear there’s a few more blobs of cum that seeps out from his tip

warnings for drabble: reader has glasses, pet names, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, face-fucking, praise, facial, cum eating, semi-public sex

“baby— sweetness, oh my g-god…” gojo whines out, once the board members are out of the meeting room, rolling his chair back slowly while you follow on your knees, cock still in your mouth. he’s glancing down at you with such need you’d think you’re the one leading the relationship, the hands in your hair tightening when you lick down his shaft before taking one of his balls in his mouth, sucking at the sack while pumping him.

the long acrylic nails that he paid for are on display along with your G.S. bracelet as you pump his dick, slick, wet noises fill the spacious meeting room. gojo almost wants to say something but your head descends on his large cock again, taking him right to the back of your mouth when his tip hits your throat and you struggle to keep your eyes open as you breathe through your nose.

“fuuckk… that’s it. take me s’well,” satoru moans at the tears forming at your waterline, pulling your head off for a moment for you to catch your breath and you know what he wants to do, because his hips cannot resist one bit whenever you’ve got his dick in your mouth. slowly, he starts to move his body off the office chair, thrusting up into your waiting, obedient mouth and he moans so loud he isn‘t surprised someone hasn’t come in already.

“so wet and warm, princess— s-shit, can’t wait to fuck your cute little pussy,” he has a foul mouth, and you moan around his length at the words, hands tensing around his thighs as he continued to fuck your face. gojo is so rough that your glasses are messed up, tilting to one side but you continue to feel up his body. you would get fired like this, sucking the cock of someone who has their pants pulled down halfway while wet, gurgling noises fill the space. but you knew the CEO, the man who’s now whining out your name as his hips start to stutter, eyes scrunched up in pure pleasure before forcing you off his cock, hands stroking his leaking cock in quick movements. you adjust your glasses like a good girl, sticking out your tongue as you admire the sight before you. want my cum all over your face, angelface?

satoru whimpers out that he’s gonna cum! with his heavy, beautiful cock out, pumping harshly before he shoots his load all over you, spilling his white, viscous liquid all over your face and glasses and you swallow whatever that’s close to your mouth and tongue, darting out to lick up the heavy ball of cum still leaking from his sensitive tip, and he jolts on your tongue.

you giggle, hand closing around his length once more and gojo just groans at its warmth. he loves it, he loves everything ’bout you and he can’t wait to turn over the tables later when he hears you say, “again.”

✶GETO

doting sugar daddy!!! out of sex life he’s the most ‘giving’, but he has his moments of depriving you of things because you being a brat but yes he’s the softest in the normal context of a relationship

similarly, not much preference for sugar babies but he wouldn’t like babies who ask for too much? idk if that makes sense but it’s more of being given so many options of a type of clothing or bag but still whining to want something more expensive

like the money doesn’t bother him but it’s more of your attitude regarding material things. can’t stand babies who are rotten to the core and are actually spoiled that it ruins the act of him giving you things and of you asking for things because no matter what he buys you’re not satisfied

it also pisses him off if it carries into your way of treating people, dragging him away from his co-workers to only want him for yourself, that sort of thing

yea… that. unfortunately he’s had his fair share of babies like that, bc he’s so generous they end up so spoiled and terrible that even now he’s still getting texts from them. poor guy

he likes if you’re able to bite back with your own sort of fire, he doesnt expect you to if you dont like to but it turns him on seeing you shout at a co-worker for gossiping about your relationship perhaps

he met you through your intern position at his company, and it’s been a few weeks before you’re confused at why the CEO wanted to see you

hes not one to rush into relationships but he was so interested in seeing you react to being asked to be his sugar baby that he blurts it out and slaps his hand on his mouth. “wrong thing. my bad”

when you’ve been under his care for a few months, he sees how hard you work while completing other assignments at lunch, he wants you to surrender to him when you need the comfort. lets you sleep in his office and reluctantly stroked your hair, shaking when you lean into the affection. ends up sleeping on the floor watching you and gets massive back pain and suffocates when you fall onto your boss at 7am in the morning

unfortunately the two of you were not exactly on the same page that day. you thought it was a one off thing. geto thinks youre already dating. this goes on for a few weeks ;;;

geto NEEVERR asked you out so you were surprised to find that geto wanted to be like, an actual boyfriend and an actual date when he showed you a piece of paper and it was like a new pottery studio that opened down the road

and he just says “i thought we already were dating?????”

yeah like he wasnt giving you more things than usual and being more touchy with you. you didnt want to read into it too much okay!!!!

but it’s fine, because geto was one of the best boyfriend you ever had. youre convinced he would be a great bf even if you werent in this sugar daddy / baby arrangement

geto likes to show you off quietly, a hand on your back and your thigh, or a whisper to your ears that it has the other workers talking, but you don’t mind when the things he says are sometimes the sweetest things. they’re also filthy.

it isnt bc he doesn’t want to show you off, but he likes the attention and gossip when you enter his office for the nth time that day and the eyes on him like he’s committing a crime. he likes the eyes that follow you knowing they can't have you. but he pays them, so they can’t say much

suguru loves to buy things that are for his eyes, going back to the ‘showing you off quietly’ part, like paying for a tattoo on your lower back, an anklet that’s sometimes hidden in your shoe, a belly button piercing, lingerie, he loves it

ofc he loves buying you clothes and dresses too, but he sometimes gets a bit jealous of everyone’s eyes on you so they’re sometimes a little less revealing than you would like

ok i should clarify too: he LIKES everyone’s eyes on you only when he knows he can show and tell them that youre his. but how tf is he supposed to do that with a mere dress??? u get what i mean

he’s not going to be an asshole and not let you wear a revealing piece of apparel that you like tho! but just know what you’ll be getting later at night lol

geto is very on trend as an older person, sometimes sending you tiktok trends you can do or updating you on conventions or events that you are interested in

he likes routine, so everyday he’ll be transferring a set amount of money to you for your daily allowance but sometimes you dont even use it all so it just piles up in your account lol

and he is observant, always wiring you more money than usual if you’re going out with your friends or meeting a friend for a bday, sacrificing his time to learn about your major so he can help you in whatever way he can !!! he’s that sort of bf

gives you handmade gifts sometimes!! it’s soooo endearing when he makes time for it and gives you something that isnt bought w/ money. likes to do those photo ones bc theyre ones that mean more to him, but he also rlly likes writing letters under them and giving you like a seven page letter talking bout why youre a blessing to him

is pretty stylish when he’s not in his suits. likes to wear baggy clothes like he’s nineteen again and he looks young enough to pull it off so you two always look cool when you two go out

weirdly his personality at work and on dates is vastly different from each other. you think that maybe he wants to keep work, work. but later on in the relationship you both realise it’s how you’re so easy-going to be around that he doesn’t have to be dominating with you??? like he’s so okay with you putting bunny ears on him or having his arm hooked around yours instead. basically he’s very comfortable in his masculinity and he wishes he could be like that at work too, but the finance bros would be questioning why this guy was even their CEO

geto listens to you easily. and like i said hes observant, bringing you a glass of water when you’re coughing or opening the blinds of his office when you’re reading. the smile you give him after every favour he does is enough reward for him, and he really doesn’t mind doing all those things for you either.

basically worships you, so when you’re suggesting that his company start having courses for men to learn how to be proper human beings (following your question of why he’s so diff at work vs with you), he’s immediately setting up a meeting to achieve that. the guys who are borderline misogynists obviously leave immediately and hes just like. why didnt i think of that b4????

is always always thinking of you. he’s become so distracted in meetings and conversations sometimes and your spell on him is hypnotising.

the first time he realises he properly loves you (and also wants to marry you) is when you two make love. like yes you’ve fucked and shit but it happens inside a shower where you offered to wash his hair. it’s cute seeing you stand on a small stool to reach his height, but the feel of your fingers massaging the shampoo into his scalp is soooo good. and from there he lets you wash his body with the loofah too, scrubbing down every inch until ofc one thing leads to another

he thinks it was your hands that held so much love, washing his body that the sex was slow and had a lot of feelings laced with it.

he also didn’t want to fall, though. but you slipped a little after coming the first time and geto was able to catch you in time. you shared giggles and a little kiss and he thinks that maybe this life forever with you would be one of the best things to happen to him

his resolve solidifies later when he’s calling his usual tiler to retile the showering part of the bathroom and when he ends the call he just goes would i do this for anyone else?

yeah probably not — and so geto buys a ring the very next day

n*sfw hc’s below

very comfortable with letting you take the lead if you want to, but usually likes to be the one running the show

like gojo he is very open to things but only if you’re okay with it. like you have to be the one to bring it up or he’s afraid he’ll scare you lol

gets turned on easily, but he’s very good at hiding it. like the day you wore a revealing dress to his office. it was so difficult not to moan out when he sees you walk through the door. he wanted to stand up and kiss you SO bad but he was in a zoom meeting with potential clients lmfao

but he made sure you knew you wouldnt be teasing him and getting off so easily that day after he asks you to stay where you were and he ended up making up some lame excuse of having another meeting anyway before he leaves the call and locks the door and slams you against it and he hikes up your dress as he places a leg on his shoulder

geto eats you out right then and there

also rmb how i said he gets jealous of ppl staring at you? well suguru loves it if it were to happen in a sexual context and he gets to fuck you in front of everybody. he just cant show them you belong to him at a normal event in a dress he bought, but he’s totally fine with pounding you from behind and letting them watch as you get ruined with tears and mascara running down your face

can be really mean behind doors if he’s not sweet with you. you like to tease him!!!! Sometimes you’re punished for it!!!! geto loves both ends of the spectrum: denying you your high and overstimulating you. he only ever denies you if youre being a brat but usually he likes to make you cum on his tongue multiple times before he’s fucking you

he enjoys your face of want and need, either grinding against him to cum (denial) or pushing him away despite your body wanting it (overstim)

sometimes makes you work for your allowance and tells you to tell him who’s fucking you so good just for some money in your pocket. your pussy is too good so he was going to give it to you anyway

is not opposed to voyeurism. usually he brings his best friend over to fuck you and bc he’s a whiny bitch, geto gets off to both of you fucking like dogs in heat with a slow pace to his hand. often initiates threesomes with gojo and makes him the middle man, fucking him while gojo fucks you and he loves it every time. sometimes he makes gojo watch the two of you too

but he also loves it when you take two cocks in you, him up your pussy bc youre his, first and foremost, while satoru takes your ass.

regarding sex, suguru likes it when you take the reins to pleasure yourself. he gets off seeing you use him as ive mentioned in the previous drabble, and just like the denial / overstim part, loves to see your mouth contort into an ‘o’ along with your rolled back eyes. bounce on his dick, ride his face, slobber over his cock while you rub your clit, he fuckin loves it

not big on the daddy thing either, but it depends on his mood tbh. im not sure how that works but he likes when you use it when youre deep in subspace and just going limp as he fucks you and all can manage is moaning out small “daddy’s” helplessly

warnings for drabble: gojo watches, sub!gojo, voyeurism, insinuation of stsg, exhibitionism, m! masturbation, overstimulation, semi-public sex, oral (f and slight m receiving) / cunnilingus, clit stimulation, pet names, praise, cum eating, implied threesome + 2nd round

“suguru— no, f-fuck, they’re gonna hear!” you muffle your moans with your mouth, hand clasped tight onto your lips while you’re pressed up against the door. you’ve been like this for three orgasms already, legs shaking while you struggle to keep your knees from buckling under you. it’s like geto doesn’t even care how the office door is so thin, occasional thumps occurring from how geto pushes you against the wood. the workers outside obviously know what’s going on, but they don’t dare say a word.

“let me enjoy this, princess,” he manages to say quickly before going back to slurping up your juices, but while you think your situation is bad, you’re glancing over to gojo in geto’s office chair, hand stroking his cock languidly, but every so often you can see how satoru thrusts his hips into the air, needing anything but his own hand right now. “and keep eye contact with satoru.”

geto purrs out his best friend’s name, pulling your hips towards his relentless mouth as your arousal drips down your inner thighs and legs. across you, there’s gojo who looks like he wants to touch the both of you so terribly, but is only subjected to tearful eyes and his warm hand that doesn’t compare to suguru’s or your mouth, little pants leaving his mouth. he watches as you grind your hips into his best friend’s mouth, the obscene noises of your sopping wet cunt makes him twitch in his hand.

“babygirl… suguru…” he whines out, sweat dripping down his body at the stuffiness of the office while the slick noises of him stroking his length reverberates throughout the room. geto hums at his begging voice, but only sucks on your clit harder and it makes you moan out, hands getting lost in his long black hair while your eyes are threatening to roll to the back of your head. the only ground you have now is satoru’s bright blue ones, a shiver going through you when he whimpers out your name

“you’re doing so well, s-satoru… shit,” you’re calling out to the white-haired male who locks eyes with you, both turned on at such a sight: the sweaty hair stuck to your face and your beautiful sounds, the flush on gojo’s cheeks and his angry tip that’s leaking pre-cum. “suguruu… oh my god—”

“yeah?” he speaks in between slobbering all over your pussy, “so fuckin’ wet for me, baby,” flicking and playing with your puffy, sensitive clit with his tongue until you hunch over him on a particular lick, the leg over his shoulder squeezing him so much that it cramps and you’re cumming suddenly and you’re forgetting about satoru and everyone outside. your head slams so hard against the door that you get a little lightheaded, but the crashing of your fourth orgasm is all you can fixate on as your body shudders and incessant whines escape your mouth.

“my favourite meal of the day,” geto smiles from below you and grins when you mumble out how it’s more of his fourth meal of the day, taking a hand from his hair before he places a kiss on the back of it and spares a glance towards gojo who’s close to crying.

with a nod from suguru, you’re walking on shaky legs before kneeling before satoru, wrapping your lips ’round his tip and that’s all it takes for him to cum, shooting ropes upon ropes of hot semen down your throat as you stroke his base. the other is bucking his hips into your mouth at the sensitivity, moaning out both your name and suguru’s.

“attagirl.” you slyly smile at the praise that befalls on your ears before showing both of them the cum that’s left on your tongue, already excited for the next round.

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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Hey love! How are you? I hope everything is well. Could I request a fluffy fic where the reader is sick and the marauders dote all over her? I have been sick the past couple of days with high fever and I am in desperate need to be taken care of lol. It doesnt matter if it is a poly!marauders or one of the boys. You can choose whichever you are in the mood for. Thanks in advance <3

Hi sweetheart, I'm good, thanks! I'm sorry to hear you're unwell :( Soooooo relatable, basically all I do when I'm sick is fantasize about someone taking care of me. I've been dying to write a roomate!James fic so I took this in that direction, hope that's okay. Thank you for requesting and I hope you feel better soon lovely!

roommate!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

James listens as the door to your room opens and closes again, his unease mounting.

You’re typically quiet, but lately you’ve been quieter than usual. Normally, James can count on at least seeing you in passing, or hearing your comings and goings signaled by the ridiculously harsh creaking of the front door. You sometimes play soft music while you cook, or have a friend over to chat in your room, or listen to a podcast while you get ready in the morning.

For the last few days, there’s been none of that. If it weren’t for the occasional sound of your bedroom door and your key still on its hook in the entryway, James might think you’d moved out.

He’s been walking past your door more often today, curious and a bit concerned at what’s keeping you confined in there. Though he knows he should be more ashamed of his eavesdropping, who else is responsible for making sure you’re okay if not your roommate? Anyway, if one day he finds you dead in your bedroom, “I was trying to mind my own business” isn’t going to make a very good excuse.

When he goes by on his fourth unnecessary trip to the kitchen that afternoon, James is stopped by the startling noise of rapid-fire sneezes from behind your closed door. He’s knocking before he can second-guess himself. “Hey, you alright in there?”

There’s a great snuffling sound, and then, “Yeah, thanks,” your voice muffled.

James hesitates. He’s not sure what your definition of “alright” might be, but he doesn’t feel right going about his day when you’ve locked yourself away and are acting so strange. “Can I come in?”

“No.”

Well, that’s about as much confirmation that you’re not alright as he needs. “Are you decent?”

“I—yeah, but James—”

He cracks the door, sticking his head in just as you dive beneath the covers of your bed. The floor is covered in tissues and wrappers of some sort, dirty dishes stacked on your desk. The room actually smells like sickness, likely a result of your being in here without opening a door or window for days.

“James, please go.” Your voice is muffled by the covers, but now James can hear how congested it sounds. “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“We’re roommates, love,” he says, taking a few tentative steps toward you. “Whatever you have, I’m gonna get it eventually.”

You sneeze, your form tensing under the covers. “Not if I stay in here and you stay out there,” you insist nasally.

James crouches by your bed, careful to avoid the tissues and what he now sees are cough drop wrappers. He tugs at your sheets until you release them, pulling them down to reveal your very flushed, very displeased face. James can’t help it; his eyebrows come together and his bottom lip juts out in pity, and your glare intensifies.

Of course, it’s hard to appear very intimidating when your nose is twitching as you fight off another sneeze. After a moment you give in, pressing a tissue under your nose as your shoulders hitch. James winces in sympathy.

“How long have you been like this?” he asks, taking advantage of your distraction to touch the back of his hand to your forehead. He’s not surprised to find it warm, but the intensity of the heat that meets his hand has him inhaling sharply. He presses his palm to your cheek to be sure, but it’s the same. “Merlin, you’re burning up.”

“S’not that bad,” you say, though your next sniffle undermines the claim.

James brushes a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead, worrying his lip. “Seems pretty bad, love. I think we ought to get you to a doctor. You shouldn’t be this warm.”

You’re shaking your head before he’s finished speaking. “James, no. I want to stay here, at home.” You pull your blankets closer about your shoulders protectively. “I don’t want to sit in some freezing waiting room for hours just so they can tell me I have a cold.”

James looks at you for a moment. Your clammy forehead, your poor pinkened nose. A tiny shiver takes you, making you burrow under the blankets until just your pleading eyes are peeking out at him, and that’s what softens him to your cause. “Alright,” he sighs, “but then you need to let me take care of you.”

“But—”

“I don’t care about getting sick,” he cuts you off, leveling you with his sternest look. It’s not very well-practiced, but it does the trick, and you settle down. “You let me help, or I’ll take you to someone who will.”

You look resentful at being given an ultimatum, but nod.

“Great.” James grins, his usual affability returned. “Now when was the last time you ate?”

From that moment on, you’re on strict bed rest. James cancels his plans with Remus and Sirius for that night, both of them sending wishes that you start to feel better soon, and a call to his mum grants him access to her recipe for “get well soup.” You don’t have an appetite, but James coaxes you into eating a few spoonfuls, and the warm sensation in your throat proves too soothing to let a silly thing like appetite prevent you from finishing the bowl. James cleans your room as you eat, ignoring your protests and embarrassed groaning as he puts your tissues and wrappers into a bin, placing it beside your bed for easier access when you need it. Then, he gives you a steaming bowl of water, making you sit with a towel over your head in your own personal sauna. You complain about feeling disgusting as your sinuses empty themselves out, but admit to breathing a bit easier once it’s done. Soon you’re feeling well enough to sit up, propping yourself up on a few pillows with a full stomach and slightly clearer nasal passages while James takes your temperature with the thermometer he’d run to get from the corner store.

“Can’t believe we didn’t have one of these,” he mutters as he holds it in your ear. “One of us was bound to get ill eventually, it’s a miracle it’s taken this long.” You hum, your eyes trained on the inside of James’ forearm. It hasn’t escaped his notice that you’ve been looking at him more today than you ever have before; he supposes he owes that to the glaze of fever he can still detect in your eyes. James would never embarrass you by mentioning it, but the warmth of your gaze is nice, and he’s glad you’re not sharp enough at the moment to notice he’s as flushed as you. The thermometer beeps, and he pulls away, the tension in his brow relaxing a bit as he reads the number. “Well, it’s not nothing, but it seems lower than earlier.” He feels at your forehead again, nodding to himself. “Yeah, definitely lower.” James leaves his hand on your face a tenth of a second too long, and your eyes raise to his.

“That’s good,” you say, giving him a small smile. He returns it heartily. “I feel better, thanks.”

“Yeah?” he asks, his smile falling away when you give a small sneeze and then wince. “You sure, love? Is your head still hurting you?”

“It’s not as bad,” you sniffle, grabbing a tissue to wipe your nose. “I really think all this is helping, James, thank you. Sorry you have to be around me when I’m so gross.”

“You’re not gross, you’re lovely,” he says dismissively, moving the box of tissues closer to you when you reach for it again. “You’re incapable of being anything but lovely.”

You actually snort, the sound loud and wet. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say.”

“I do say,” James insists. “And I’m the only one here not delirious with fever, so I think that makes mine the final opinion.”

Your cheeks get impossibly pinker, almost matching the hue of your nose, but your smile rivals James’ own. “Well, anyway, thanks for taking care of me. I really appreciate it.”

James doesn’t bother to pretend he’s feeling for a fever this time, placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing at the skin under your eye affectionately. He thinks his heart actually turns to mush when you lean into the touch. “No thanks necessary, sweetheart. Happy to do it any time.”

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tooneys-russo · 11 months ago

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You Decided For Us

Plot: Riley and Alessia have a messy history. Now that Alessia is back in the UK can they work out their issues?

Previous Parts: Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The next morning Riley woke up in Leah’s bed with the blonde next to her. She remembered coming home to Leah waiting for her, she was still crying and immediately collapsed into Leah’s arms. Leah never said anything in judgment of Riley, all she did was take the girl to her bed and lay with her until she fell asleep. Riley rubbed her eyes and went downstairs, she felt the hangover immediately as her head throbbed and her stomach churned. She went to the kitchen and began cooking some pancakes and eggs for when Leah woke up. It wasn’t long after the smell started spreading through their house that Leah was downstairs sitting at the island bench. “Do you want to talk about it?” Leah asked cautiously. “Well, Alessia and the United girls were at the pub. We got into it again. I kissed Ella, then Alessia kissed me. That’s it.” Riley slid over a plate of food to Leah. “Wait, you kissed Ella? As in Ella Toone?” Leah shoved half a pancake in her mouth. “Yeah. Just to prove a point that I could kiss anyone and it’s not hard to hook up with someone.” Riley grabbed a cup of coffee and a plate then sat next to Leah. “Shit. Then Less kissed you?” Riley nodded in confirmation. The two ate in silence then got ready to head to training.

Riley stood up in front of the team before they headed out to start. “Hey everyone. Just quickly before we get started. I want to apologise for my behaviour at the game against United. I had some issues with Alessia that got out of hand and I was reckless and that led to the team being punished. I promise you that after my suspension I will be better for this team, I will give you guys everything. I am so sorry again.” The girls came over to the girl and wrapped her in a team hug. Jill pulled Riley to the side. “I never knew that there was something between you. If I had known I never would have.” Riley smiled. “Don’t worry. It’s ancient history with Alessia, I am sorry you got caught in the middle.”

During training Riley pushed herself as hard as she could, nearly vomiting by the end of the session. “Riley, come have a chat with me.” Jonas called out to the midfielder and she followed him to his office. They sat down and Jonas smiled at her. “Very brave to admit you messed up. You know I want you all to be the best that you can be, I know for a fact that you are on your way to being one of the best in the game and I want you to live up to that. You can’t play this weekend but you can after Christmas. In that time I have set you up with the psychologist here, there is no pressure there is a standing appointment once a week on Tuesday at 3pm. When you are ready they will sit with you and you can talk about anything you need.” Riley looked down ashamed. “Hey Riley, this is not a bad thing or a criticism. I just want you to keep your head, a few yellow cards is fine but what happened on the weekend wasn’t you. We want the old Riley, the one who lights up the stadium and makes girls question every move they make. The appointment is there whenever you want it, I will not know if you do or don’t go only you will. You aren’t in trouble, we just want to take care of you.” Riley nodded and stood up. “I am sorry Jonas. For it all. I will be better and I will think about your offer.” Jonas stood up. “You are harder on yourself than I could ever be. Head home and have a safe Christmas.” Riley walked out to a waiting Leah and Katie, they took her to the dining room and made sure she ate. Riley didn’t say much, trying to keep her head down and just eat.

Lotte came over and sat close to Riley. “Hey, I heard what happened. Look I know you probably forgot but we have the good peeps dinner in a few days. We can keep you two separate but I would totally get if you didn’t want to come.” Riley shook her head. “No, I want to see everyone before we have our Christmas break.” Lotte smiled and rubbed Riley’s back. “Perfect, I know Georgia wants to see you.” Riley smiled softly.

The day of the Good Peeps dinner Riley, Leah, Georgia and Lotte had gone to breakfast to try and relax Riley just a little. As soon as Georgia saw Riley she jumped onto her wrapping herself around her fellow midfielder. “I have missed you so much!” Georgia kissed Riley on her forehead. “My sweet little Gooner.” Riley laughed hard at Georgia’s reaction. “Hi G. It’s good to see you too, my little Bayern Babe.” Riley lowered Georgia and hugged Lotte hello. They all sat down and ordered some food, Riley got pancakes with hash browns, Lotte got an omelet, Leah and Georgia got a full English breakfast. Lotte and Leah were talking about the upcoming games after Christmas, Georgia took the distraction to lean over to Riley. “Hey, I’ll protect you tonight.” Riley smiled. “Thanks G. Appreciate it but she won’t come near me I don’t think. But I do have to apologise to Ella for kissing her. I shouldn’t have done that.” Georgia laughed. “Hey was she at least a good kisser?” Riley rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s Ella she’s good at everything.”

Riley and the girls were getting ready for dinner, Riley settled on a dark green short sleeve button up shirt with tan skinny pants and white converse. They got into a cab together and turned up to dinner, Ellie, Ella and Alessia were already there. Alessia was holding flowers and sitting nervously at one end of the table between Ella and Ellie. She stood up as Riley, Lotte and Georgia walked in. The girls all greeted each other, Riley avoided Alessia and walked past her to sit down diagonally to her. Alessia kept her eyes on Riley as the girls began to catch up. “Oi Less who the flowers for?” Georgia asked the blonde. Alessia bit her lip. “They are for Riley, to apologise for everything.” She handed the flowers over, Riley took them from the blonde. “Thank you Alessia.” The ice was broken slightly as the girls began to reminisce about their time in the youth age groups.

At the end of dinner Alessia had a quick chat to Georgia and Lotte as they headed outside to meet Riley. The brunette turned around to see the blonde walking over. Lotte and Georgia watched the interaction closely, Alessia begging them to give them a minute together. “Can we talk?” Riley sighed and looked down. “Yeah sure. What do you want to talk about?” Alessia ran her fingers through her hair. “I want to apologise for what happened the other night. Also for the shit I did all those years ago. I swear to you that I never wanted to lose you, I think we were perfect together and I ruined it. I should have talked to you, maybe it could have worked. But Riley please know I truly care about you and I want us to go back to how it was.” Riley looked at the girl, anger beginning to rise inside her. “How it was? What when we were dating? Or when we were flirting? Or before I ever met you? Because that one sounds perfect.” Alessia clenched her jaw at Riley’s reply. “I just want us to be something, more than whatever this is.” Riley stepped back. “I will be civil around you, but we can’t be anything more. There is just too much pain. I am sorry.” Alessia nodded. “I can settle for that.” Riley walked past Alessia with her flowers and met up with Lotte and Georgia. She quickly grabbed Ella’s wrist. “I am so sorry for kissing you the other night.” Ella shrugged. “Hey I’m not mad about it at all. You are a great kisser.” Riley laughed and hugged the girl goodbye.

Riley put her flowers in a vase as soon as she got home, they were gorgeous she couldn’t deny it. Leah didn’t push to ask how the dinner went, she had Lotte and Georgia update her on what went down. Riley went straight to bed and looked through some older pictures of their group thinking about what they had all gone through to get to where they were.

Alessia was miserable for the week leading up to Christmas, she and Lotte had met up while Alessia was staying with her parents and they went to Winter Wonderland. They walked around having some mulled wine and some rum eggnog. They were certainly a little buzzed when Alessia caught sight of a familiar brunette. “Riley is here.” Alessia began walking towards her and Lotte grabbed her hand. “No way.” Lotte quickly said. It then registered to Alessia that Riley was there with Hayley Raso, the Australian had her arm around Riley’s waist as they laughed together. “What the fuck?” Alessia looked at Lotte. “How long has that been going on?” Lotte shrugged. “I think it is only their first date, look just leave them be. She is happy.” Alessia groaned and watched the pair as they laughed and took a couple pictures. It was killing Alessia to watch another girl make Riley smile like that, she saw them going to the ferris wheel and turned away. It was breaking her heart seeing the one who got away be claimed by someone else, someone who would appreciate her. Alessia tried to focus on Lotte and them having fun but it was difficult with Riley being so close but so unattainable.

That night there were pictures online of Hayley and Riley together, including one of them kissing. Alessia saw these and immediately messaged Ella telling her. ‘I am happy for her. About time she met someone Less, try to be happy for her please.’ Alessia rolled her eyes and went onto Riley’s instagram seeing that she had posted pictures from the Winter Wonderland but none featured Hayley, that made her a little happy considering she wasn’t broadcasting them together. Alessia liked the post and turned off her phone to avoid seeing more happy pictures of Riley with Hayley. No one had made Riley smile like that since Alessia all those years ago.

Chapter 3

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elisysd · 1 year ago

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18. And if the storm is hitting I'll try to keep you steady

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: Ember - Tip Stevens

It’s a sheepish looking Noah that came out of the bathroom. Julia threw his t-shirt at him, a playful smile on her face.The poor boy didn’t know where to go and looked like a kid who would have been caught red handed. Niels didn’t seem any better and Julia felt a little guilty. She didn’t want to make them uncomfortable.

“Hey, judgment free zone. I don’t care, guys. It doesn’t change anything.”

“Can we keep what you saw between us, I don’t want anyone to know…” said Noah in a low voice, almost ashamed.

“Whatever you guys are doing is not any of my business. As long as you are both happy, that’s what matters to me.” Julia said.

“It’s not serious. We are not in a relationship or whatever.” said quickly Noah and Julia thought she noticed a glimpse of disappointment in Niels eyes.

“But even if you were…” she started to add.

“But we are not. And we will never be, so drop it.”

And with that, Noah left the room, slamming the door and making both Julia and Niels jump. Niels sighed before tidying up his room. Julia could see that he was trying to distract himself. She approached him, putting a hand on his shoulder and forcing him to look at her.

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s not your fault. Like I told you, it’s complicated. He doesn’t accept himself. So it’s just hook ups here and there, when no one is around.”

“But you like him.” she stated.

“Am I this obvious?”

“No, you are not, but I think I’ve known you enough by now to be able to see when something is bothering you, and Noah walking away like that and saying you guys are not serious, I saw it affected you.”

“Yeah but I can’t force him to come out, you know. Anyway, I have to focus on the race now.”

And that was her queue to leave. She joined the rest of the team and took place in front of the screen. Soon, it was time for the race and her eyes frantically searched for the navy blue car before remembering Ethan was starting from the pitlane. She then looked at the grid and the empty grid box that was where Ethan was supposed to be, before her gaze moved to the red car behind. She was sure Martin would have an aggressive strategy to try to gain a few positions at the start, and she knew Ethan would try to do the same. She just hoped for no crashes at the start. But as expected it was messy as Martin tried to quickly overtake Noah who did his best to hold his position while going wheel against wheel with the Ferrari. From the side she could see Ethan trying his best to keep up and find the space to engulf his car. Sadly, Noah, too busy trying his best against the Ferrari didn’t and couldn’t see the Maserati and, as Ethan tried to slip past him, bumped his front wing with Noah’s side, sending him away in the wall.

Julia scrunched her nose as the yellow flag was raised and soon the safety car was deployed. She could see on the broadcast Ethan leaving his car, visibly frustrated and angry. Julia wished she could go to him so they could talk but she couldn’t leave the garage, not now at least. She focused on the race, and on the white Skoda cars as they were trying to hold their positions.

In front, Elijah and his Ferrari were fighting with Romy, who was on the way to win her first Grand Prix. Even if Julia would love to see Ferrari on top, she wanted her best friend to win and shut every single person that had once told her she would never achieve it, that she would never be enough. She hoped she wouldn’t break under pressure. She only had two laps to go but Julia was sure that the Ferrari had a better tyre management than the Audi and that it would make the difference. Elijah was taking back almost three tenths per sector and was getting closer and closer until Romy couldn’t do anything else but let him overtake her. She fought with everything she had and Julia knew it was not her fault, but she could almost see and hear the disappointment in Romy if she was closing her eyes.

As for Noah and Niels, they managed to bring back the cars, still out of the points but at least they were no damages to report. As Julia was about to head for the podium celebrations, a blonde guy that she started to recognize all too well was waiting near the garage, already out of his racing suit and dressed with his team t-shirt.

“I would say good race but I will refrain from commenting on what happened.”

“It happened. I miscalculated the space I had.”

“Still. Martin was way too aggressive on Noah. Trying to overtake from the inside in the corner at the start was stupid. Noah couldn’t give any space to anyone, it was too narrow. And Martin was so damn persistent about it! You were lucky, you could have spun and that wouldn’t have been pretty.”

“Thank you, Julia. For trying to cheer me up.”

“Hey, always. Come here.” she said, throwing her arms around his neck.

First surprised by her sudden burst of affection, Ethan didn’t know how to react and Julia took it as a way that he preferred to be alone. As she was about to pull away from him, he caught her by the waist and pulled her in his embrace, burying his neck in her shoulder and breathing in her scent. She smelt like rubber and petrol but he didn’t care. He was expecting her to leave his embrace quickly but she stayed. She nuzzled her nose against his chest and he felt her sighing and he soon felt tears wetting his shirt.

“Joolsie?”

“It sucks, Ethan.” he heard her mumble against his chest.

“What did they do to you, today?”

“I… I feel useless and disrespected. I feel invisible. And I feel like shit. I just want to help, you know and they don’t care about me. Maybe I’ve been wrong all along, maybe I’m not that good. Maybe I didn’t work hard enough, maybe they are all nice to me because of my dad and they want to be on his good side and…” she was rambling and spiraling.

“Julia. Hey, stop right now. You are damn good. You know me, you know I wouldn’t lie to you. And those white, cisgenre and old men? They are threatened by how good you are. It scares the shit out of them. You can do their job a hundredth time better than they would ever do it. Believe me. Please.” he took her face between his hands and forced her to look at him. Her eyes were glossy and even if she tried to avoid his gaze, she couldn’t.

“I don’t know what to do… I can’t quit. I would have to pay them back… And I don’t have the money to do that. And I know my dad could help but I don't want to involve him.” she confessed.

“We will find a way… I promise you we will.”

She nodded and Ethan pulled her in one last time before they both headed to the podium celebrations. Julia couldn’t help but feel proud to see her best friend up there but she knew Romy’s smile was fake. She was, once again, second. Of a race she could have won. She was frustrated, she could see it. And Julia felt conflicted. She was disappointed for her best friend but happy to see her dad on the highest step of the podium. She didn’t forget to snap a quick picture before sending it on her family group chat so her dad would also see it later. When the crowd started to finally scatter, she left Ethan, saying she would meet him back in the hotel room. She needed to find her dad first. She wanted to congratulate him personally. After all, she better than anyone else knew the struggle and hardships his dad went through since the beginning of the season.

The garage was all too quiet for her liking. They couldn’t have already stopped celebrating. She knew they had Japan next week but still, a few glasses of champagne weren’t forbidden.

“Julia? What are you doing here?”

She turned around to see Martin, his racing suit laying low on his hips.

“I’m here to see my dad, any ideas where he is?”

“In his office, I think, some people from a Spanish sponsor came to see him.”

“Thanks. Congrats, by the way. Your maneuver on Noah was a bit out of line, especially since it cost Ethan his race, but beside that, well done.”

“We were about to go downtown to celebrate with some guys from the team, do you want to come?”

“No, I don’t think it’s a good idea and Ethan is waiting for me back at the hotel so…”

She could see him clench his jaw but he didn’t add anything. He waved to her before heading towards the exit of the paddock. Julia looked at him for a brief moment before walking to her father's office. She was about to knock when a man, wearing his black hair in a catogan, left the room in haste, followed by her dad. She didn’ have the time to see the man but his voice, she could recognize it from anywhere. It was one she had heard many times when she was accompanying her dad on the tracks when he was still driving.

“You can’t threaten me like that, Carlos! I rebuilt this team, I hired the engineers and the strategists, you can’t impose your people on my team. That’s not how it works!”

“Yeah, and look at where Ferrari is. Barely able to fight for the top positions. How many races did you win this season? One. This one and it’s only because Lamborghini’s car was not made for the track. Most of the time you are barely able to stay in the points. I’m investing money in this team Charles, for you to be able to develop a car that is the best out there. If you and your team can’t do that, maybe it’s time for Ferrari to find you a replacement.”

On these words, Carlos Sainz turned around and left, leaving Charles disconcerted and with a worried look on his face that Julia was only rarely seeing.

“Dad… Is everything okay?”

“Not right now, but it will be,” he sighed.

“Is there anything that I can do…”

“If you can magically make our car go from P4 in the constructor’s championship to P2 or even P1, let’s be delusional, it would be perfect.”

“That’s what Carlos was doing here, right? He was coming to put some pressure on you.”

“He has always played dirty, more or less. But he wants my seat. And he has always been very influential inside the Scuderia, he still has some friends here. I fear he won’t play nice to have it. But stay out of it and don’t worry. It’s my business and I can manage.”

“I could do that, you know. Making it faster. Well maybe not this car but… the next one?”

“You would need to start to work on it now, Ju’. And you are under contract with Skoda. Even if they released you at the end of it, you would be under gardening phase and would probably be only working on the car in two years. I don’t have two years.”

She knew that. Of course, she did. An engineer couldn’t go from one team to another just like that, there were too many things involved. Manufacturing secrets, plans for future upgrades… But would it stop her from helping her dad? Never. Even less after what she had heard.

“You wanted something?” He turned towards her and for the first time she could see how tired he was. The season was taking a toll on him and she was sad that her mom was so far away. He would need her.

“I just wanted to say congratulations for the race. And give you a hug. You look like shit.”

“I could use a hug from you, right now.”

She didn’t need to get asked twice. She rushed into her dad’s arms and allowed herself to forget about everything. She was safe there, protected, away from the cruelty of the world. Her dad had always been her hero. She was looking up to him so much. Of course he was not perfect, no one was, but she didn’t care. To her he was perfectly imperfect.

When she entered the hotel room, it was silent. And empty. Ethan wasn’t there and she wondered where he could be, especially since he had told her they would meet there. It had been a tough race week and she couldn’t wait for it to be over, to go back to her routine and to not share a room with Ethan anymore. It had messed with her head and awakened feelings she didn’t want to have. She needed space. And a part of her dreaded the moment she had to go back to her old ways with lonely hotel rooms.

She enjoyed the fact of being alone to take care of her, going through a long but needed self care routine before getting into a comfortable jumper and sweatpants. It had been an hour and Ethan still wasn’t there. She thought about texting him, asking where he was, but gave up before hitting the send button. Maybe he didn’t want to spend time with her after all, maybe he had other and better things to do. She laid in the middle of the bed, removing the stack of pillows and took her notebook, flipping though the pages and scribbling down ideas when some were coming to her. She thought about what happened between her dad and Carlos and it made her angry. She knew how important the team was to her dad. He dedicated his whole life to it and thinking that, from out of nowhere, he could loose everything he fought so hard to build didn’t sit right with her. She couldn’t stand by and watch the events playing in front of her without doing anything. And after all, it’s not as if she had better things to do.

Watching Julia breaking down, twice, because of her work made Ethan feel powerless and angry that he couldn’t help her. Like a lion in a cage, as he was waiting for her to come back to the hotel room, he paced back and forth until he made a decision. Maybe it wouldn’t lead anywhere and maybe it was stupid but still, he wanted to try. She deserved so much better than how she was currently treated.

That was how he ended up in Christian’s office, team principal of Lamborghini, ready to beg him to help Julia.

“Ethan, I like you, a lot. But, I can’t do anything.”

“She is talented, Christian! She is really, really good at her job. She needs to be in a team that can help her give her all, that has the budget and the capacity to let her develop her skills. She is fading away there. They are stealing her ideas without even giving her the credit.”

“And what do you want me to do, exactly?”

“Buy back her contract. If we do it now, she won’t need gardening, the car development for next year has not started yet.”

“Our engineers teams in Lamborghini and Maserati are full, Ethan.”

“Can’t you try anything?” Ethan was almost begging now.

“Maybe in F2 but I doubt it’s where she wants to be. I have to think this through. I’m not promising you anything, okay? Don’t get your hopes up there is a high chance that it will be a no.”

But it was not. Not one from the get-go at least. So Ethan had hopes and he just prayed with everything he had that they wouldn’t get crushed. Back to his room, he found Julia asleep, completely spread in the middle of the bed, her notebook still in her hand. She looked cute and slowly he approached her, careful to not wake her. He removed her notebook and his eyes fell on a drawing in a corner of the page. She drew eyes. His eyes. And he felt himself blushing.

He changed his clothes and got in bed next to her. He didn’t have much space but he didn’t want to force her to move. So he laid on the edge of the bed and fell asleep. He woke up the next morning, feeling warmer than usual before slowly opening his eyes to see brown hair on his pillow and a hand a few centimeters from his face. From up close, he could see her freckles and was almost able to count them if he wanted. She also had a frown on her forehead and Ethan had to resist the urge to touch it to erase it. He stayed still, looking at her but slowly, as if there was something that was pulling him to her by an invisible string, he felt his chest moving to her and his hand found its natural place on her hip. He wanted nothing more than to pull her against him. Maybe if he pretended to be asleep, she wouldn’t get mad?

But of course, she would. So he refrained himself and got up, showered quickly before going downstairs for breakfast. When he came back, with a few of Julia’s favorite pastries he had managed to snatch for her, he was surprised to see her up and ready. She was packing her suitcase.

“Are you already leaving?”

“If I want to fly with my dad, I have to leave in an hour so… yeah.”

He didn’t want her to leave. He wanted to keep her inside this hotel room. Just for a few hours more. He wasn’t ready to see her leave and he was aware how dramatic he was sounding. He would see her the next day, she wasn’t going to war. It was a stupid reaction.

“Or maybe you could fly out with me? I mean�� with us. As in Kyle, Ludwig, my teammate Harun, and I’m pretty sure Romy will join us. You don’t have to leave, now.”

What he wanted to say was: You don’t have to leave me, now. But thankfully it stayed in his head. The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable. Not now at least. He liked to embarrass her, but not today. She looked at him with her big eyes and he involuntarily gulped.

“You want me to fly out to Japan with you?”

“Ye…yeah? Not only with me. I just… I think it would make Romy happy. And a happy Romy is a happy Kyle. And a happy Kyle is a happy me. So you are contributing to my happiness. By extension.” he stuttered.

“I’m contributing to your happiness… I don’t know if it’s cute and if I should feel flattered. Be careful, or I might start to think you actually like to have me around.” she joked.

“You know, I do.”

She opened her mouth to say something but quickly closed it and suddenly her suitcase seemed to be very interesting.

“Niels wanted to go to the panda zoo in Shanghai… would you be interested? We wanted to make it a group activity with everyone we are close to. You don’t have to say yes or to feel like you have to come. Maybe you think you are too cool for that kind of thing, and…”

“Count me in. I’ve always wanted to go there.”

“Nice. Great.”

“That was all you wanted to ask?”

“Yeah. I’m all good.”

“And about the flight…”

“I… I would really like to come with you.”

And Ethan couldn’t help but hope that when she meant by you, it was himself and not the others.

They were the last ones to arrive at the airport and everyone was surprised to see Julia next to Ethan. Romy even squealed, getting out of Kyle’s embrace to rush to her best friend before dragging her away with her. Most probably to gossip, thought Ethan. But still, he picked up Julia's suitcase and dragged it along with his to his friends.

“Oh look at you carrying your girlfriend’s baggage, how cute.” laughed Ludwig in the sole purpose to rile Ethan.

“I can’t let it in the middle of everything.”

“A few weeks ago, you would have. You would even have hid it just to piss her off.” he retorted.

“Yeah well things change.”

“You are so in love, oh god, I never thought I would live to see this day coming.” he was now fully laughing to the point the girls started to look in their direction.

“Fuck off. I’m not in love! I’m trying to be a good friend, okay!”

“Well show me how much of a good friend you are, here’s my bag.” said Ludwig, handing his suitcase to Ethan that was starting to feel really angry.

“You know where you can fit your suitcase, Lu?”

He saw his best friend gulping, taking back his bag and walking fast to the boarding zone. As Ethan was about to follow him, he noticed Kyle standing on the side, not really moving and keeping his eyes shut.

“Bro? You're good.”

“Yeah, it’s just that I must have stayed under the neon a bit too much. I have a migraine. And it’s getting kind of blurry.”

“Do you want me to do something?” Ethan was worried. “Do you want me to get Romy?”

“No, certainly not. I don’t want her to worry. It’s okay.”

“Do you still have your appointment with your ophthalmologist?”

“After the Chinese Grand Prix, once we’ll be back home.”

“Does Romy know?”

“No. And I don’t want to tell her, she will only worry and she doesn’t need that.”

“I don’t like that Kyle… If your eyesight issues last, it’s going to impact your career.”

“It won’t. I’ll find a solution. It can’t be that bad.”

Kyle’s tone made Ethan understand that it was not up to discussion anymore and his friend set off, leaving him hanging. He looked behind him and intercepted Julia’s gaze on him. She arched an eyebrow, silently asking him if he was doing okay to what Ethan gave her a slight smile. He didn’t know if he was reassuring. Truth be told, he was worried about Kyle. The flight was about to be a long one.

As usual, Harun was already in the jet, hiding in a corner in a way Ethan always found creepy. He took a seat, next to the window and as Julia was passing by to sit opposite of him, he took her hand and forced her to sit next to him, as Romy and Kyle sat in the seats facing them.

“Sorry, it’s just that I don’t want Ludwig next to me.” he confessed.

“You could just have asked me, you know. No need to rip my arm out.”

“Oh nice, and where am I supposed to sit now?” complained Ludwig seeing the group altogether.

“With Harun.” answered Romy.

“Great… I’m gonna spend nine hours trying to make conversation with a wall. I hate you all.”

“No, come on Lu, after the take off you can come here and sit on the floor.” said Romy in an apologizing voice.

And Ethan couldn’t help but think that it was going to be a very long flight.

Author's note: I know that I did Carlos dirty in this chapter but he makes a great antagonist, don't you think? What do you think will happen next? Let me know your theories, I love to read them.

Don't hesitate to leave a comment or an ask, as well as reblogging and leaving a like. It helps a lot for the story to find its audience. I also have a taglist for this story, so if you want to be added so you never miss a chapter, let me know.

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clementines-writing-corner · 1 month ago

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🚨new project just dropped *sighs in wip hell*

Hello friends!

So… if any of you happened to see that last post I reblogged (and had a peek at the tags) then you’ll have an idea about what this post is going to be about. Unfortunately, it will not be about my original high fantasy story project, as I had hoped last week. It is about something entirely different. Huzzah!! (I mean that in the most semi-sarcastic way possible– I am excited but also annoyed lol).

I completed and turned in my first creative brief writing assignment for any of my writing classes this semester (and am currently halfway through my second for a different class) and, long story short, ended up getting kinda hooked on the story that happened to develop while I was writing. So… new project. Yay. ᕱ__ᕱ

For the assignment, I chose to try to combine two stories from the weekly writing prompts that we do for the class and imagine how the characters I created in them would interact with a slightly larger story rather than 2-3 pages of chicken scratch character development scenes. I ended up succeeding in this goal, one may even say superseding it, in fact. The plan was to write them into a short story with a little more plot. What ended up happening is that I created a whole new character, slapped them and one of the original characters in the middle of a huge plot, and wrote an entire chapter (+ some change) for a novel involving them. And not even like the first chapter of a novel. Noooooooo. I had to skip ahead and write like chapter 10 or something.

So… (promise it’s the last time I’m doing that) yeah. That’s what has taken over my brain this week. An entirely new project. (I can never get anything actually done around here I swear!!) A couple more details about it before I give you a little taste of my draft because why not:

It will probably by a middle grade novel (unlike high fantasy project)

Speaking of – this story is definitely more low fantasy, as in it takes place in a version of our world in which magic exists (which will make it 10 million times easier to write because I wont be creating everything from scratch ha ha ᕱ__ᕱ)

It will take place in the modern day and age (perhaps like a few years old, but definitely after 2000)

Plot so far is vaguely based on the story of the snow queen by hans christian andersen (which is what disney's frozen is loosely based on btw)

The main character is around 12-13 years old (right now anyway)

And, as promised, a little snippet of this project. Let me know what y’all think!

A branch snapped to my left.

My back straightened and I took a step towards Ms. Cattell, before slipping on a patch of wet leaves. I would have face-planted into the tree roots in front of me if Ms. Cattell hadn’t caught my arm. Her hands were very soft. How she got the few paces back to me so fast, I didn’t know. Magic?! My inner Paxton squealed. Shut up, my inner me shot back, not now Pax!

Crack! Another branch fell victim to whatever was creeping towards us.

My heart started pounding against my ribcage. I looked up at Ms. Cattell, my eyes wide and panicked, only to see a soft smile on her face as she stared off in the direction the sounds were coming from. As if feeling my gaze, she directed the smile down at me and patted my arm where she had grabbed it, before letting me go and crouching down, looking back into the forest and holding her arms out.

Suddenly, a blur of brownish-gray fluff hurtled out of the brambles and into Ms. Cattell’s open arms. She grinned down at the fluff, now cradled to her chest, before standing and turning her gaze back towards me, clicking her tongue. “Now Alvin, look what you’ve done!” Ms. Cattell gently scolded the fluff, still smiling. “You’ve frightened the poor dear. And after the day she’s had too, you should be ashamed of yourself!”

But yeah. Like I said earlier, I’m pretty excited about this project. I haven’t been able to really develop another project in years since my mind has been stuck on my high fantasy story so for me to come up with a new project like this completely out of the blue (or so it seems) is actually really refreshing (if not really annoying because I wish high fantasy story stuff would come as easily).

^ me @/myself right now (especially that eye twitch fr)

I will still most definitely be working on high fantasy stuff, do you worry, but occasionally this story might make an appearance as I continue to post on this blog. So… (ha ha I lied earlier) buckle up folks because, as it often does, my creative writing goals just got a bit messier lol. ᕱ__ᕱ

And whatever you're working on, don’t forget to cross your j’s and dot your t’s!

~Clementine J. Quincey 🪷

#creative writing #writers on tumblr #amature writer #amature #author #writerscommunity #writer things #writer #frog #*sighs in wip hell*#i think im hilarious #new project #wip #that feeling when #you start a new project #because the voices in ur head told u to #but u aren't finished with ur current project #so u just suffer #ᕱ__ᕱ

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doueverwonder · 2 years ago

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can we have a story or some headcanon about germania's grandchildren hanging out together? i think all of them are so cute

im so sorry this took so long and I promise there is a short fic coming too <3

They're all addicted to caffeine and make the dumbest coffee amalgamations during world meeting breaks; and half the time it's "ugh this is horrible!... try it"

Since the eldest was born in 800 and the youngest in 1982 there is a very large.. um, generation gap. ("Lux! How do you work this thing again???" Iceland says as he gets angry at his phone)

They played Uno once back in the 70's and then proceeded to disown each other for 15 years.

"do you want to play video games with me" "isn't it 3 am there?" "Yea" "... okay yeah I'll play"

Like I said before they didn't really see each other as kids; so they don't really have stories to tease each other with :(

if you stick them all in a room together the collective braincell count goes down to -23

The parents stopped asking "What are you all doing?" years ago

Have stupid arguments, like the wicked with of the east one. Like this is actually US and Germany at a family reunion.

Tbh Liechtenstein is the peace keeper of the whole family; people think it's like Canada and Iceland but oh boyyyyy

High key would murder for each other

High key also considering murdering each other

They get each other hooked on junk food that can only be bought in their country. (They're all ashamed about how good deep fried Oreos are)

They just vibe honestly

Germania is watching from the afterlife and is extremely proud of all of them;

"Romulus! Did you see my grandson Alfred is the most powerful in the world? And Henri is the richest! And Ari is know for being peaceful, what are your grandchildren known for? Hm?"

(I could high key write hundreds of words that's just Germania gushing about his grandkids)

#hws iceland #hws america #hws germany #hws canada #hws australia #hws new zealand #hws Liechtenstein #hws luxembourg #hws germania #hetalia #hetalia hc #my hc #apersonwithsomeanswers #germanic!family

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brofisting · 11 months ago

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2️⃣3️⃣ BANGERS FROM 2023 🎶

I listened to a lot of music in 2023!!! I love music!! There was sooooo much new-to-me music that I found this year, especially since I really committed to listening more widely to k-pop.

BUT if I made a list of new-to-me music I enjoyed this year we would be here forever, so I've made a list of 23 songs that came out in 2023 that made my year, and that I wanted to share with people. Enjoy!!! (I stuck to one song per artist, with one exception.)

Commentary under the cut!

Memories, RIIZE – What can I say; they're my boys of 2023. This is probably not going to be their sound going forward but I'm so glad they put it out as their first ever full song, because it's the perfect boyband song and it hooked me from day one.

Baggy Jeans, NCT U – This is Thee song of 2023. I will entertain no arguments on that.

The Last One, Maisie Peters – This did the same thing to my brain this year that Taylor Swift's Long Live did to it in 2010 which I think says everything.

Angel Eyes, NCT 127 – Yes, I realize NCT 127 is most known for crazy anti-music. This is like... anti-anti-music. It's Doyoung Does Journey. It's perfect in every way and I love it so much.

Naked In Manhattan, Chappell Roan – I realize this technically came out as a single in 2022 but I didn't appreciate it then and when I was picking a song off The Rise & Fall Of A Midwestern Princess it had to be this one, for me.

get him back!, Olivia Rodrigo – Everyone loves it for a reason, the reason is because it rules.

Something To Believe In, Kesha – If you haven't listened to Kesha's album from this year do yourself a favor and go do so right now. It's discomfiting and gorgeous.

CAKE, KARD – I dunno why I thought KARD was going to be music for heterosexuals. It is not music for heterosexuals. Watch the dance practice to see a giant LA frat-adjacent boy serve cunt.

On My Youth (English Version), WayV – This whole album rules but this stands out to me as a really great song that works perfectly both in Chinese and in English. They really sell it and it slaps. Also, the dance challenge they did for it stands out as the most fun one I saw all year, which really has nothing to do with the song but made me follow them on Instagram and now I'm obsessed with them.

Paint The Town Red, Doja Cat – Another one where it's just like... The Masses Are Correct. It's great.

Good Enough, CHANYEOL – This song makes my entire body and brain relax.

Beautiful Liar, MONSTA X – Classic Monsta X, fun and exciting and interesting and cool as hell. Video rules. So grateful we got this before they all had to enlist this year.

Back for More (with Anitta), TOMORROW X TOGETHER – The squawk of outrage that I made when I watched this video for the first time and Kai was hot in it.........also it was on repeat for a solid 4 weeks. It's catchy, Anita's part is great, and it ruined my life a little.

Get it? Got it? Good (feat. Amber Liu), Jessica – A late addition that is on repeat as we speak. Proof that a good hook is magic, IMO.

I AM, IVE – I'm ashamed that it took seeing IVE in concert to realize how fucking great they are, but they are so great, and this entire album is so solid with this song as the glittering diamond in it.

Voice, JOOHONEY – This one also feels a bit like cheating because I actually heard it in 2022, in concert. But it came out this year on Jooheon's solo album, and it's just... so, so good, and it makes me feel so much.

God Of Music, SEVENTEEN – I went back and forth between this and Super, but in the end, this won out for sounding like a party in progress, and being the Seventeen song that made me really take a second look at them and promptly fall down the rabbit hole. It's so fucking good, and it's so fucking fun, and they deserve all the recognition they got this year.

TOPLINE (Feat. Tiger JK), Stray Kids – A very Stray Kids song, by Stray Kids. I think it's my favorite from them this year, though there's definitely competition. This is winning due to the amount that I sing along to it in my kitchen.

BOUNCY (K-HOT CHILLI PEPPERS), ATEEZ – ATEEZ are more my boys-in-law than my boys, but far be it from me to deny that BOUNCY is one of the songs of the year. I cannot put that shit on without dancing along.

One Kiss, Red Velvet – Chill Kill is a phenomenal album front to back, but this song stands out as soooo perfect. Throwback vibes but feels contemporary, great vocals, lots of fun.

Guilty, TAEMIN – Primarily I'm obsessed with the artistic choices Taemin made on this album, but even discounting that, this song is a masterpiece.

NO PROBLEM (Feat. Felix of Stray Kids), NAYEON – This is a light, fun, kind of soothing bop which, if it were anyone else who'd featured I'd have probably been like "why did you ruin it with a random feature", but somehow since it's Felix featured he just brightens it up even further. I love it.

Talk Saxy, RIIZE – Yeah, of course this was going to be the artist who got two. What can I say. I was skeptical when the title "Talk Saxy" dropped, and then was made to eat my words so thoroughly I am now obligated to talk up Talk Saxy every time RIIZE comes up for the rest of my life. A perfect boyband bop, goofily age appropriate song, great dance, great vocals, good boys. Made me so excited about their future and sealed the being obsessed with them deal. Hashtag Stan RIIZE.

#tune of the day #year in review #2023 music #recommendations #I Love Music #Spotify

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spencer-is-dead · 1 year ago

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Peices of media that I was obsessed with for a long amount of time: a comprehensive list

Most of these were MAJOR hyperfixations, so I was stuck on them for months, sometimes even years. I mostly just wanted to make a list for the sake of research. Like, fandom trends and stuff like that.

My little Pony 2017-2018

Ooh boy I was a huge pony fan. I watched the show at least six or seven consecutive times, watched the movie in theaters, wrote my first fanfiction (though its unpublished and will always remain so), as well as just being a major annoyance to my parents. I didn’t own many toys, but i did own rocks that kind of looked like them, so I played with those. I remember the Twilight Sparkle rock went missing for a few days, and I made missing posters for it and everything.

The Dreamworks Trolls movie 2016-2017

Yes. I am being serious. I had a Trolls movie blanket, poster, and everything. I was seriously crazy about this movie. Like I remember buying the novelized version from like Micheals or something.

Harry Potter 2018-2021

I am extremely ashamed of this phase. Mostly because the author turned out to be a big stinky poo poo head. I literally knitted scarves and hats in house colors for my family (they’re actually quite comfy I intend to keep them but fuck you JKR) So long story short I want to burn this part of my history and never look back, while my family urges me to stare at the cringiest time in my life and say that I one day will return to it. And I want to say “No, Mother, I wish not to give more money to the TERF lady” but I doubt she’d get it.

Vocaloid 2022-

It took me a while to become a Vocaloid fan. It started with this cover of Chug Jug with you. I only tipped over the edge when I discovered Synth V’s Eleanor Forte through, you’ll never guess it, a Minecraft Revenge cover, and i swore to only listen to English songs. I then discovered Rishie-P’s cover of 4BLODD, which led me down the hole of English Vocaloid songs. Eventually I found myself listening to the Japanese ones. Now I’m a fully fledged miku fan who has a shrine to her above my bed.

SPY x FAMILY 2022-

10 PM on an October night, I just said “Fuck it” and watched Spy x family. It was honestly for the better. I was always used to asking for approval, making people tell me if I’m allowed to like something. As most of my followers know, this was how I really made it online. I wrote a 48k word Spy x family fic and all of a sudden I’m known for being the crazy one in the fandom.

Splatoon 2022-

This game, this FUCKIGN game. It gets me man, they gay people get me. My friend first introduced this game to me in July, and I’ve been hooked playing it ever since. I am an avid Pearlina Shipper, and well as an Agent 24 (3x8) enthusiast. I want more of these gay cephalopods on my dash. NOW!

Yeah, that’s pretty much it. It’s funny how my media consumption has changed over the years lmao.

#my litte pony friendship is magic #harry potter #fuck jkr #vocaloid #hatsune miku #eleanor forte #synth v #spy x family #splatoon

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fiction1995 · 2 years ago

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Chapter 3

Harry was sitting alone in a different table from his friends, Oliver started making out with a girl while Alex were in deep conversation with another, and Matt was on the dance floor with Mina, dancing closely, intimately, he tried to look away but every time his eyes were drawn back on them "hey" he heard Alex voice and he jumped a little in his chair "Jesus..." Alex said when he saw Harry's reaction "sorry" Harry said and scratch the back of his neck "don't worry about it" Alex said "why aren't you sitting with us?" he continued while sitting next to Harry "it's okay, I don't want to interrupt" Harry said and played with the beer bottle with his hands "why don't you ask someone out? I'm sure a lot of girls would love to, you're pretty popular" Alex said with a smile, Harry appreciate it, the fact that Alex noticed that Harry was missing "it's really ok, I just don't want to hook up with anyone" Harry explain "why? do you have a girlfriend or something?" Alex asked and Harry just shook his head, then there was a silence in the table that made Harry feel uncomfortable, which is weird, in the whole place were so loud music but all he could focus on was Alex sitting next to him in a complete silence "you..." Harry started to say at the same time Alex open his mouth to talk too, they giggled at each other "you wanted to say something?" Harry asked and Alex nodded, shifting his body from side to side, looking a little uncomfortable "what is it?" Harry asked, not loving the idea of his friend struggling with what ever this is "can I ask you something?" Alec finally asked and Harry nodded "are... umm... are you gay?" Alex asked, looking down, not dares to meet Harry's eyes, which was good because they were wide open "w..what?" Harry stutter "I... I was wondering if you are gay... you turned down every single girl who asked you out... so I..." Alex stutter himself, Harry tried to decide if he should share his secret or not, how will Alex react? will he hate him? will he accept Harry as he is? "I... I'm sorry, you don't have to answer.. it was rude of me to ask that..." Alex said while Harry was deep in thoughts so he didn't notice that he didn't say a word apparently for a long time "umm... what if I am?" Harry asked, nervously "are you?" Alex said and finally got the courage to look at him "will it change anything?" Harry said, getting even more nervous "what do you mean?" Alex asked, confused "what ever you like, I don't care about it, you're my friend... I just asked because I was feeling that you have been dealing with a lot... so I tried to come to you, so you know you're not alone" Alex said, he reached out and took Harry's hand in his own, smiling sweetly, Harry just stared at him, still struggling to decide but seeing Alex being so cute and trying to help him soften his heart "I... yes, I am" Harry admitted, the second he said that he felt a huge rock lifting off his chest "wow.. it's weird to say that out loud..." Harry said, trying to fight the smile but couldn't help it, he looked at Alex who stood up 'wait... is he leaving?" Harry thought, he watched him getting closer and without saying a word Alex pulled him into a close hug "I'm so proud of you... I guess it was so hard on you... I'm so sorry I didn't notice sooner" Alex said into the hug, Harry just embrace him, feeling ashamed of his thoughts before, he actually thought Alex would go but instead he's being such an amazing friend "thank you, thank you for being my friend" Harry said and Alex backed up and sat down back on the chair "of course, we're going to be always together" Alex said and smiled, Harry smiled but at the same time his eyes drifted away, founding Matt again, still dancing closely with Mina, even making out now "I'm sure it's hard..." Alex suddenly said and Harry looked back at him "what is?" Harry asked, not sure if he heard him right "being in love with someone you can't never have..." Alex said and looked at him.

| TBC|

#gay fanfiction #harry shum jr #malec fanfic #malec love #matt daddario #shadowhunters #the shadowhuter chronicles #fanfic #bl fanfic #bl series

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hotxcheeto · 2 years ago

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reader is ellie's gf and she's a virgin and Ellie pop her cherry but Ellie is like really sweet and go slow n shit ~im just protecting at this point.

━ 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, afab reader, fingering (r! receiving), tribbing, oral (r! receiving), mentions of pain, readers first, teasing, dom!Ellie, sub!Reader, fluffy, really long

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/my eyes are lowkey burning so a lil bit

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Bada bing bada boom I'm very proud of this but it is long I hope you enjoy! I'm sorry I've been MIA and also that this took so long! love you <3 Also I'm messing around a bit with my formatting so just bare with me

Ellie was your best friend. Dating and not, she was your person for years. The shy, dorky, green eyed girl having asked you out a few months after breaking up with Cat. A flustered confession in the quiet of her room.

You'd never experimented before, you knew you liked her. It hurt to see her with others. You knew she wasn't a virgin, she had at least some experience. Especially with Cat, who was almost the exact opposite of your personality.

It made you nervous, almost ashamed. Though you knew Ellie would raise hell if she found out you felt like this. The girl hated seeing you upset in any way.

You couldn't get it off your mind though, finally going the extra mile. It's not like she'd push you or harm you, but you couldn't help but feel like an idiot.

Especially after a conversation with a few other girls at the bar. Dina poking fun at your virginity. You knew it was just a joke, laughing in the moment but thinking about it know, maybe you were ready.

You just didn't know how to ask.

"Jesse wants us to go with him and Dina to that waterfall tomorrow." Ellie laid between your legs, a comic book hovering above her now turned away face. Looking up at you as your fingers ran through her hair while you thought.

"That sounds fun." You said quietly, still in your mind slightly. Not fully listening to her words. "You alright?" "Hm?" You seemed to finally snap out of it, turning to meet her eyes. "I-" "Yeah, I'm okay." You smiled down at her, tight lipped, your eyes then moving up to the TV.

"You sure?" She asked, tossing the comic that she'd already read at least twice before rolling onto her stomach. Resting her chin on the area just above your crotch.

"Yeah, just thinking too much." "Mm, 'bout what?" Her voice was soft, eyes genuinely worried, yet it was too frustratingly embarrassing to say out loud. You shrugged, avoiding her eyes. Instead running your finger along her arm that was hooked under your leg, hand resting on your hip.

"C'mon, what is it babe?" The use of the nickname could've made your cheeks warm time and time again. Like now. The way it rolled off her tongue, it was like a fever dream come true. "It's embarrassing." You decided to say after a moment of quiet, her eyes never leaving your own.

"Seriously?" She chuckled, rubbing circles with her thumbs on the exposed skin of your stomach. "Don't be mean." Your face felt hot, a flustered smile on your face as you turned your head completely away from her. Looking out the window beside the bed.

"I'm not, you're just cute." "Am not." "Are too." Ellie laughed quietly, sitting up, using your knees as support as she sat back on her own. Moving to rest her chin on her arms, still resting along your kneecaps. "Dina just made this stupid joke, it was harmless-" "What did she say?"

Ellie's smile had fallen a bit, a more serious tone finding its way to her voice. "It was stupid." You laughed quietly. "She just... she made this dumb joke about me still.. being a virgin." You let out a few giggles trying to cover up the pit that had grown in your stomach.

"Jesus, she needs to learn to read a room." Ellie groaned, smiling a bit when she heard you laugh. "I don't know, I guess it bothered me more than I thought." You messed with the hem of your shirt, twisting it with your finger, stomach feeling like it would spontaneously combust if you made eye contact with her.

"Y/n." You met her eyes for a split second before looking back at your shirt. "Whatever she said-" "I want to." Ellie was slightly taken aback for a moment, as were you at your own admission.

"Hm." You'd barely noticed the way her fingers danced down your legs until then. Shifting when you finally seen the small smirk creeping onto her face. "Like... right now?" She asked, her voice now eerily quiet, leaning towards you.

"I don't know.. I don't even know how that works. Like I know how sex works but like... ugh." Ellie wanted to laugh, but the seriousness mixed with nerves on your face made her hold in her chuckle. Hands finding the skin of your hips, your fingers soon finding hers.

"Will it hurt?" "Maybe a little." She answered honestly, pushing your legs apart once again. Hovering over body, one hand holding her up, the other you still hadn't let go of, not that she minded. "I'm not gonna beat you up, you know?" You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand as you laughed.

"Don't say that." "Just thought I'd remind you. You don't have to just because Dina said some stupid joke." "I know, but I feel bad." Ellie stared down at you confused. "We've been together for how long? I know you're not a virgin, I just... I dunno." You muttered, again denying her your eyes.

"I want too... I'm just nervous and it's stupid and embarrassing." Ellie sent you a smile, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "No its not." "I hate you." You whispered. Your eyes met hers, the usual bright eyes having darkened with an unfamiliar look.

"Doubt it." She then whispered back, your faces just barely an inch apart. Her warm breath fanning your mouth. Finally, you moved, kissing her slightly chapped lips. The lingering taste of the lunch you'd made for you both still on her tongue.

"You're sure?" She mumbled against your lips, hand holding the hem of your shirt. Searching your eyes for any sort of discomfort. "I'm sure. I'll tell you if I wanna stop." You mumbled back, the girl immediately coming back down for another sloppy yet soft kiss.

Hearing your small whimpers, Ellie's hand gripping your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to her body. "Ellie.." You whispered breathlessly, her lips moving down your neck leaving small kisses in her wake. Nothing sloppy or too harsh, only soft, light pecks here and there.

Her eyes flickering up to meet yours for a moment, finding a lustful gaze staring back at her. Your chest moving up and down as you took deep, shaky breaths.

She then found your sweet spot, a little whimper escaping your lips, kissing a spot just above your collarbone. Grazing her teeth against your skin, small marks soon coating your flesh as a tingly feeling entered the area between your legs.

"Here." Ellie sat up, tugging at the bottom of your shirt. You leaned forward silently, allowing her to tug your shirt over your arms and head, throwing it aside to join the other clothes on the floor.

You were left in the lacy bralette you'd decided to wear this morning. Trying to boost your own confidence, but that obviously didn't work.

"Will you take off your shirt too?" You asked sheepishly, arms moving over your stomach. Your face burning while her eyes lingered over you, taking in every inch. "Yeah." Her fingertips hooking underneath her own shirt in a matter of seconds, pulling it over her head and throwing it beside yours.

Her black sports bra complimenting her pale skin, her lips moving to yours once again. Her hands softly wrapping around your wrists, pulling them away from your body.

"You're so pretty." She muttered against your skin, leaving small hickies tainting your neck, kissing down your chest. Reaching the valley of your breasts, fingers beginning to mess with the lace at the bottom.

"Ellie.." I'm gonna take this off now.." she tugged at the bralette, looking at you for permission. Moving once you nodded, goosebumps rising on your skin. Fingertips just barely grazing your rib bone. Peeling it from your hot, blushed skin.

Barely paying any mind to it, only how you moved to cover yourself again. Hands making their way to either side of your face blocking your arms, hips grinding into your own as she deepened the kiss.

Knee keeping your legs apart, pushing your bodies closer before kissing down your neck. Sensual touches moving down your body, caressing each curve as her lips finally locked around your nipple. Tongue running over the sensitive little bud.

"Ellie.. shit." You whispered, fighting back small noises while the girl kissed softly around your nipple. Kitten licking the mound just to see your reaction. A tight, painful almost feeling entering your core, throbbing, making you want to squeeze your thighs together, only to be blocked by Ellie's knee.

"That feels good..." Ellie smiled slightly, kissing along to your other nipple, doing the same. Feeling your hips pushing up and off the bed. Back arching off the bed just slightly, wanting impossibly more of her mouth.

"You're so beautiful." She whispered against your flesh, kissing down your stomach messily. Meeting your eyes just as she reached the band of your shorts. "This okay?" She asked, fingers resting on the elastic band of your shorts. "Perfect." You replied, feeling her fingertips slip underneath the band.

Pulling them from your legs, your thin underwear now being the only thing left that kept her from you.

"Can I touch you?" Her hands stayed resting on your upper thighs, keeping your legs apart. You nodded your head, a small smirk appearing on her face. "Use your words, babe." You shuddered at her words, a shiver flying down your spine making goosebumps rise along your skin.

"I.. I want you to.. to touch me." "Good girl." She whispered, pulling your underwear down your legs slowly. Letting her nails run along the sides of your thigh, shivering. Clenching at the cold air hitting your soaked cunt.

"Ellie.." You became shy under her gaze, but the green eyed girl couldn't help but stare. In her eyes you were the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Before you could shut your legs, or at least try, Ellie fingers found your wet slit, rubbing small circles on your pussy.

A small noise exiting your swollen lips, hips bucking towards her touch. One hand on your knee the other on your most sensitive spots, leaning down to kiss just above your cunt. Continuing her movements, feeling you squirm uncontrollably under her touch.

"You're so pretty babe." "Ellie-" You whined, her fingers finally circling your clit, her lips leaving small kisses on your inner thigh. "Ellie please." "Tell me what you want." "More. Too slow." Ellie chuckled, hooking an arm under your leg, hand resting on your stomach.

The pad of her thumb still rubbing your clit before pressing a small kiss to your pussy. Body jolting at the sudden act, a disgruntled whimper falling from your mouth.

"Fuck, more. Please, please Ellie more." Ellie hummed, pressing another small kiss to your slit before taking a long stride up your pussy. You moaned, the leg she wasn't holding pushing into her.

Ellie then took her fingers away, her tongue swirling around your clit. Drawing small circles on the little bud, a tight, tingly feeling erupting through your hole as you clenched again around nothing. Pushing yourself into Ellies face but she didn't seem to care, her hands pulling you closer to her face.

Ellie's tongue then began running along your hole, nose brushing against your clit. There was so much pleasure it was almost painful, pulsating against her mouth, face contorting into a heaven-like expression.

"This might hurt a little, okay?" "Be easy please." You muttered, meeting her eyes, heart feeling like it would beat out of your chest. "I will, just relax, focus on me." Ellie sucked on your clit, pushing a finger into your wetness. A stinging feeling making you grimace, head falling back against the pillows.

"Don't move yet--" "I'm not." Ellie payed attention to your clit, the pleasure beginning to override the pain, the girl adding another finger once you began to relax. Stretching you out, small to almost no movement. "Go slow." It was quiet, almost inaudible but she managed to hear you in the near silence of the room.

Ellie began pumping her fingers in and out at a sweet pace, kissing your clit. The hand she had resting on your stomach rubbing small circles onto your skin, helping you to ease, untensing under her touch.

"Feels better." You whispered, her two fingers beginning to pick up the pace as she sucked harder on your sensitive bud. A loud moan exiting your lips as she got just a bit rougher on your pussy, fingers still moving slowly. In and out of your tight walls.

"Ellie- fuck- faster." The pain began to subside, legs widening for her as she began moving quicker. Eyes on your face as you threw your head back, hand pushing her head in further. "I can't- shit- Ellie please don't stop." It came out in a jumbled mess, your hole filled with pleasure.

"I can't- fuck-" You said a few more incoherent things, back arching off the bed. "Ellie-" "Come on Y/n. You're doing so good pretty girl." It was like something wound up in your stomach, the slight sting you could still feel now being ignored. Your head clouded with pleasure.

A pit in your gut, moans and whines bouncing off the walls. Whimpers of her name mixed with pleas and praises to her.

"Ellie I-" "Come for me babe. Let go." You could feel it winding up, legs shaking, clenching again and again. "Fuck!" You shuddered, finally letting go, crying out as you came crashing down. Ellie not letting up even as you squirmed, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

"Too much." Ellie finally slowed, letting you come down from your high, kissing your clit once last time before sitting up, looking over your sweat glazed body and your flushed, blissed out face. Half-lidded eyes looking up at her through your eyelashes.

"Think you can do one more?" You muttered something in response, Ellie smiling down at you. Kissing your forehead then down the bridge of your nose. "You did so good." "So did you." You said shyly, kissing her lips deeply, hands finding their place around her waist holding her close to you.

"Again." You said simply. She sat up, not a sentence from her lips before she slipped off her sports bra. Throwing it to the side allowing you full sight of her chest. The girl wasting no time in unbuttoning her jeans, pulling her boxers and pants off before tossing them away. Hitting the dresser at the end of the bed making you laugh.

"You're very pretty yourself, y'know that?" You then said quietly, Ellie hovering above you, blush soon dusting along her pale, freckled skin. Avoiding your eyes as your fingernail dragged up her stomach moving towards her chest.

"I love you." You then whispered, her lips just inches away from your own. The girls arm pulling your legs far apart, hiking them up as she swung a leg over you. "I love you more." She then muttered, kissing your lips before grinding down onto you, your cunts gliding across each other with ease.

A whine leaving your lips as Ellie groaned just beside your ear. Hot breath fanning the tip, a little kiss being placed to the side of your head as she began to thrust herself against you, clits rubbing along each other sending shockwaves along your body.

Arms around Ellie, meeting each other on her upper back as one of her hands rested on your waist. The other holding herself up, picking up the pace, your wetness running along hers, beginning to make the mess that Ellie had already created even bigger.

"El-Ell-- fuck please don't stop-" A few more blabbered pleas left you, the girl beginning to fuck into you at a faster pace, whispering quiet praises in your ear, keeping your leg up. Ellie's thrusts soon growing sloppy, clits grazing each other again and again.

"Please- I can't-- oh-" You were practically suffocating in her neck, muffled moans vibrating her skin. "Come on Y/n, come for me babe. One more time, c'mon." "Ellie" Her name passed your lips in a dragged out whine, tears pricking your eyes and rolling down the sides of your head.

Your hole squeezing around air as you felt yourself release, Ellie just behind you. Cum dripping down your ass but not having reached the bed, Ellie making a note to clean you up. But for now held your shuttering body close to her, feeling you keeping her close, whimpering into her shoulder.

"You did so good." She whispered, pecking the side of your head after a moment. Nuzzling her nose into the side of your head, listening to your shaky breaths. "Mm." You hummed, finally pulling your hands from her, swallowing hard, both of her hands coming to rest on your cheeks.

"Thank you." You muttered, turning your head to meet her blown out pupils. Still catching her breath, rubbing the skin under your eye with her thumb. Wiping away the dry tear stains from your warm face. "Mm, I'll be right back babe." She kissed your forehead once, then between your eyebrows.

Ellie then got off the bed, leaving you to roll onto your side. The exhaustion beginning to set in, the sun beginning to set as the late evening rolled around. Blinking slowly, dark clouds rolling into the sky.

"C'mere." Ellie pulled you to the other side of the bed, now in a sports bra and briefs. Wiping you down with a wet towel, going easy on your crotch, caressing the softness of your thigh.

"You're beautiful." Ellie mumbled making you bite back a smile, looking away from her as she unfolded one of her shirts. "Sit up for me." You did what she said, the shirt coming over your head. Quickly slipping it on before falling back again.

"That a good first time?" You nodded, grabbing the water bottle she then offered after putting the shirt on you. She had to subdue the smirk on her face, rubbing your knee. "Good, cause Dina's was terrible."

You almost spit up your water, snorting as you turned onto your side. Ellie climbing up and onto the bed with a grin. Grabbing the bottle back from you and setting it on her nightstand.

"Thank you, again." You climbed with shaky legs to rest on her chest. Her arm wrapping around your shoulders, messing with your hair. "Mm, what are girlfriends for?" "To kiss me and hold my stuff." You said without missing a beat, hugging her closer when she laughed.

"I appreciate the honesty." "Anytime." You smiled up at her, Ellie leaning down to kiss you again. "So same time tomorrow?"

A/n: this took me forever and i'm not complaining

Also I'm messing around a bit with my formatting so just bare with me

#ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams #tlou part 2 #tlou x reader #tlou 2 #tlou #the last of us part 2 #the last of us #the last of us 2 #special tag

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andejoe · 3 years ago

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I am never volunteering on the exploration team again.

I thought it was a quick trip. I thought it might be fun. I thought it might make me desirable to Qxxl.

I was wrong.

We started out with ten of us. Four Oipons, four Vians, and two humans. Two flora experts, two fauna experts, a charter, a linguist, a historian, a scientist, and two survival experts.

We were less than a half mile from the ship when we lost all the Oipons to the higher concentration of gases produced by the oversized plants. We rushed back only to see our ship was destroyed by a large bipedal beast.

The other Vian flora specialist was taken out right in front of me. One second there, the next gone. I found out hours later that his blood sprayed across my face from the attack, but I never noticed.

The human fauna expert saved me from that beast. We regrouped and figured our next move was to get to the command center five miles west.

The Vian scientist burned their hand in a river. Whatever it was, it wasn’t water. They had to be knocked out and carried for the next three miles to keep them from alerting our position to the monsters.

We lost the human survivalist running through a clearing to get to the command center. It was down to just four of us.

The human fauna expert led the way through the building. I had assumed we were safe once we were inside, but I was quickly proven wrong.

One of the smaller beasts with green fangs and red markings attacked me, catching me by surprise. The Vian survivalist shot it, and it attacked in retaliation. The creature died, and the Vian survivalist bled out shortly after.

The Vian scientist and I began preparing our deaths, but the human refused to let us.

She found a functional signal booster and despite not being a technician, hooked her comm to it and was able to contact the ship. There she spoke with the other survivalists on the crew about extraction.

The human told us there was a plan, but we didn’t know what it was. We followed the human without asking. It’s known that humans are deathworlders, so if anyone was going to help us survive, it was a human.

Once in the plane, she told us what to do and gave me a slip of paper. She said to give it to her brother from the bridge crew. She said it would explain everything. That’s when she told us she wasn’t coming. We were escaping, but she wasn’t.

I am ashamed to say I left her without a second thought. The retrieval ship met our failing plane and we crossed over quickly. It wasn’t until we were leaving atmosphere that I realized she sacrificed herself for us. She didn’t die in a plane crash, we saw no evidence of one. I have no clue what she’s doing down there, but I hope her death is quick and merciful.

As for me, my own wounds will leave me barely a step above deformed. I still have functionality, and I’m forever grateful for that. But my chances of mating with Qxxl were long gone. A small price to pay for my life. The Vian scientist had to have their hand removed and replaced with a cybernetic.

It was several weeks later before I met up with the brother from the bridge crew. I gave him the note I never opened. He read it and immediately requested a special retrieval team to go and get his sister.

I knew human littermate bonds were close, but to go back to that nightmare of a deathworld was simply insane. It took a month before he had the needed crew and supplies.

I watched as the odd crew left for the planet. Mostly human, with a few Wiiqs added in. I prepared to say goodbye to them all. The human brother nodded to me before they left.

Miraculously, they all survived. What’s more? They even brought back several crew I assumed dead. Every Oipon was rescued, along with both of our humans. They had all sustained substantial injuries of course, having survived on a deathworld for nearly three months, but they survived.

I approached the human littermates and asked how they rescued everyone. The brother human stated it was easy once they knew what they were getting into. The fauna sister human thanked me for passing along her message.

I broke down in shame and told her how long I waited to give it because I assumed she was dead. I begged forgiveness, and was granted it immediately.

It was several more days before I pulled up the full report of what happened. Fauna expert sister human kept diligent logs because she ‘knew her brother would show up sooner or later’. I found and finally read the message she asked me to send. I have no clue how brother human was able to tell anything from four simple words, much less lead a rescue team successfully.

A fauna expert and a bridge crewman shared four words and saved 8 crew members. One day, when my wounds finish healing and I’m mentally sound, I will ask what those words mean and how they conveyed so much with so little.

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #life finds a way #lydia #space dinos

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fandomwritingbit · 2 years ago

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It can wait.

william afton x (afab)reader

WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, name kink? swearing

NOTES: There is like no plot here just smut, Will is going over some books for your mam and you come to find him in the kitchen.

You heard the sound of your parents car leaving the drive and after checking your window, just to be sure, you decide to finally leave your room. Coming down from your cocoon, you whistle to yourself, it's not that you were avoiding your parents... actually yeah it is. You just didn’t have it in you to do the whole small talk thing, “How’s your dissertation going?” “Oh shit, mam. Thanks for asking.” is usually how it goes. Just not today, Satan, not today.

You slip into the kitchen, un-socked feet pattering on the cold floor. It's so hot today, unseasonably so and so, you found yourself wearing shorts and a tank top, sweating more than it should be possible. Hoping up on the counter to grab a glass, you metaphorically shit yourself at the sight of a man in your kitchen.

“Who the fuck are you, mate?” You manage, having jumped as you did, took away all your manners.

He raised his hand in a mocking surrender, a playful smirk adorning the handsome bastard’s face.

“I take it you’re y/n. Your mam asked me to go over her books for her.” He answers, smile not leaving his face for a second. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been looking at those lovely long legs of yours as you walked into the room.

You jump down from the counter, placing your obtained glass on the counter. “Sorry, yeah I am. Didn’t mean to snap at you, just really didn’t expect to see anyone there.” Your hand at your chest was overcompensating for your embarrassment, he was bloody gorgeous, all hard eyes and jawline.

“You’re alright. I could have said sommet.” His tongue brushed over his top lip and shamelessly you watched, arousal tingling in your stomach.

“Yeah you really could have. Kindah a prick move, mate.” You say, walking a bit closer to him.

“Ah wor it naw.” He mocked your accent rather mean spiritedly. If only you’d known how much of a prick he really was. At least you’d eventually find out.

You found out the extent of his arsehole-ery about ten minutes later. You’d made the mistake of hanging around and now he was shoving your mother’s papers to the side to make room for your arse on the table, where he joined you, inserting his slim frame between your legs.

It had been well too easy to get you here, his tongue down your throat whilst his hands plucked at your perky nipples, eliciting moans and further wetness from you. Your mam would have something to say about this one, God this man had at least 20 years on you and on the kitchen table no less! You ought to be ashamed but his pulling down of your wet knickers and skilful circling of your already desperate clit meant you had no time for thoughts. He was fucking good at that, your back was already arching into him, accompanied by your hand on his wrist keeping him right where you wanted him.

You grab his cock eager to have more of what this near-stranger could give you.

“Christ, mate. You’re fucking big.” You say, pulling him closer to your heat with a hooked leg around his waist. Fumbling to take his cock out, only to be shafted at every second by his stupid belt.

“Bloody eager aren’t you, do you even know my name, sweetheart.” He teases, helping you out with the belt, before rubbing the now throbbing head against your dripping pussy.

“She told me.” You practically gasp, “But I can’t... is it...William?” you pull from the depths of your mind the fragments of your mam telling you he’d be coming. He laughs into the skin of your neck, pulling you forward on the table to give himself a better angle, you felt fucking good already slick and hot against his cock.

“Say it again.” He grins, teasing your hole with the tip of his dick.

“Ah so you’re one of those wh-” you begin interrupted by the light slap against your clit, cutting yourself off with a moan. You giggle, this felt ridiculous but fuck, you really wanted this man to shag you silly on this table right now, so you humour him.

“Fine.” You lean forward and whisper “William.” rubbing yourself on his hardness, losing patience by the second.

He smirked, he’d have you taking it seriously in time, he thought to himself. He was bored of waiting anyway and wanted to feel that little pussy wrapped around him.

Finally, he pushed his big cock inside of you and you practically shuddered with the stretch of you to accommodate him. When his hips met yours, you’d forgotten your name and were moaning incoherently. His pace became substantial almost immediately, he could tell you wanted it and fucking hell who would he be to refuse such a pretty little thing who’d spread her legs so nicely.

The size of him and the hook of his thrust hit you just right, pressing that spot inside you that took your breath and made your orgasm surface at the snap of fingers, again and again.

“Fucking...” He started, seeing the look on your face and increased his pace, he couldn’t really help it, you looked too fucking good like that. His hand brushed aching circles over your clit out of nowhere and just like that you were cumming all over him, squeezing his cock like a vice as the waves of it made you throw out a string of profanity.

You were clinging onto him hard no doubt leaving marks on his body. He pushed you down flat on the table, body overtaking yours massively and all you could do was roll your hips against him wanting more.

“How about now?” He spoke, biting into your neck. Back at this again, you couldn’t help but giggle, he wanted his lasses to tell him how good he felt, shit even if it was true, he wasn’t getting anything from you, not that easily anyway. His slamming into you was hard now, the dirty sound of his cock deep inside your pussy and the table groaning at the activity was loud in the silent house.

He grunted in disapproval, near his own end now but not letting you off, he could run on spite for ages. Hands grabbed you legs lifting you from the table almost effortlessly and in seconds you were flat against the wall, feet unable to reach the ground as the pace became brutal.

“Ah shit, William.” You give him what he wants, back arching as you cum hard again, wrapping your legs round him tightly as your toes curl. That was it for him, the fluttering of your walls on his cock was almost tortuous and he came, thrusts stuttering as he filled your pussy with his release.

“Not so hard was it?” he hisses.

And all you can think is, the dissertation can fuck right off so long as he’s here.

#william afton #fnaf #fnaf william afton #fnaf smut #william afton smut #william afton x reader #william afton x you

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doctorvictoria10 · 3 years ago

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Jade&Doctor Aldaric

Part two

Sara led her down the corridor away from the hustle and bustle of the clinic to a more secluded section. Sara held a blanket around Jade's shoulders which was long enough to cover her body, as the lavender gown she was in didn’t offer much coverage. Eventually they came to a stop. Sara took out a key to unlock the door in front of them, then switched the light on as they stepped inside together. Jade was taken aback. Even in her little headspace she could recognise this was definitely not a normal clinic room or situation. The room was also painted lavender but was almost split in half. There was an examination couch, desk and chair with storage for medical supplies at one end, and the other end had what looked like an adult sized baby crib and a rocking chair next to it. Sara gave her a reassuring nod as she continued to lead her into the room, turning on lamps here and there.

“Okay Jade, have a lay down for me.” She pulled the side of the crib down and gestured for her to get in and lay down. When Jade didn’t move an inch, Sara stepped forward and slid her arm around her waist, effectively guiding her to the crib. “It’s okay honey, nothing scary here. I’m just going to get you comfy and relaxed so we can monitor your heart a little better. Nothing to be worried about.” She smiled reassuringly, sensing Jade's apprehension. Jade eventually let herself be guided and laid down.

Jade removed her pacifier before reluctantly saying, “I’m confused, why am I in a crib and not a bed?” Her voice was still tiny.

Sara laughed lightly. “Because you’re a baby honey. Babies don’t lay in beds do they? They’d fall out and bump their heads! Cribs are much safer for babies. I might be called out of the room at any time so I have to make sure you’re safe.” She smiled, as if it was obvious.

Jade processed that for a moment and then decided that indulging in her biggest secret with these people who seemed very knowledgeable about adults regressing couldn’t be the worst thing in the world. She had been so stressed out lately with university and bills. It would be nice to be taken care of even if it was just for an afternoon at some crazy clinic by a doctor and a nurse who may also be crazy. Jade thought about how really this is what she had wanted all along, and being ashamed held no purpose here, so she let it go.

Sara came to her side, holding some kind of supplies. Assuming it was the heart rate monitor Jade didn’t take much notice until Sara started lifting her gown and coaxing her legs open. “What are you doing?” Jade stuttered turning red when she realised that Sara was in fact holding a diaper, baby powder and lotion!

“You heard your doctor, honey. He doesn’t trust you not to have an accident! And you might be here for quite some time, so I’m going to make you comfortable and get you into a diaper. Then you won’t have to worry about big girl problems like trying not to pee yourself.” She said so matter-of-factly. Her bluntness only made Jade blush more. She increased the pace sucking on her pacifier to comfort herself as Sara went about putting a diaper on her.

Once she was all sorted Sara began hooking her up to the heart rate monitor. Even Jade could tell her heart was beating too fast from the quick rhythm that was beeping quietly in the background. She rubbed her eyes feeling a little sleepy all of a sudden. Sara lent over her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face and adjusted Mr Teddy so he was tucked under her arm. She pulled the blanket over her up to her shoulders and twisted a baby mobile toy out of the wall. Dangling over her were soft clouds, stars and moons. Sara pressed a button and they began rotating round whilst a soft lullaby played.

“No wonder you’re tired Jade, you’ve had a big day! Why don’t you have a little rest now? I’ll just be in the corner over here keeping an eye on your heart rate. I’m not leaving you alone, just rest.” Sara spoke softly. Jade couldn’t help but follow her orders, especially when Sara turned the main lights out, just leaving a little desk lamp on where she was sitting. Her eyes felt heavy, heavy, so heavy.

Jade woke to quiet talking, she turned her head slightly and saw it was Doctor Aldaric and Sara. She listened, Sara was updating him about the diaper and her heart rate. She felt excited to see him again, but also nervous because she knew why he was here - for needles. She decided to close her eyes and try to look like she was still asleep so maybe he wouldn’t disturb her to give her the shots. Unfortunately the beeping on the heart rate monitor increased, giving her away entirely. Both voices stilled and she knew they were both looking at her and the monitor. They knew she was awake and pretending to be asleep.

Doctor Aldaric was at her side, quietly cooing to her to open her eyes. She did so reluctantly but felt so content the moment she looked into his eyes, he smiled gently at her.

“Jade, time to wake up sweetie. How are you feeling?” He spoke softly.

She groaned slightly, “Mmn nervous. No needles please.” She frowned slightly in anxiety.

Doctor Aldaric took her hand in his. “I know you’re scared sweetie, but they’re really not that bad, I promise. I’ll give them to you and Sara will be right here too, there’s nothing to worry about. Can you be my brave girl?” He tried to encourage her.

Jade shook her head a little. “Can’t, it's too scary.” Her eyes began to water slightly hearing Sara prep syringes across the room.

“Okay, okay. Let’s just do one thing at a time okay? We’ll break it down so it’s not as overwhelming. First of all, I’m just going to sit you up okay?” He slid his arm around her shoulders and helped her into a sitting position, disconnecting her from the heart rate monitor. “We can stop this now because your heart rate was normal while you were sleeping, you’re just a little scared while you’re awake. That’s understandable.”

As she shifted into a sitting position she felt an unpleasant feeling between her legs. Just as it registered what had happened, Doctor Aldaric began peeling the back of her diaper away from her body to check it. Mortified was an understatement.

“Oh my gosh, I’ve wet myself?” Jade began to cry, the pacifier falling from her mouth. “I don’t know how that happened!”

Pulling her into a side hug, he began to shhh her and rock her. “It’s okay Jade, it’s okay. We were expecting this to happen after you dropped down an age, that’s why you’re in a diaper remember? We were expecting this to happen, it’s not a shock and it’s perfectly fine.” He reassured.

“But…but… I didn’t think it would actually happen!”

“You’re telling me you’ve never wet yourself whilst you were little before?” He looked at her intensely.

“No! Only if I was doing it intentionally in the shower or something.” She whimpered, burying her face in his chest. He smelt clean and like sandalwood.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to get upset. I know you’re feeling a lot of emotions, we’re going to look after you. Let’s get these needles done and then we can get you into a clean diaper, hmm?” He planned, hoping Jade would agree.

“I don’t want them” she sobbed lightly.

“Jade, we’re doing them. You’re okay, I just want you to hold onto Mr Teddy.” He spoke a little firmer. Sara brought over the needles and Doctor Aldaric snapped on a pair of gloves, allowing her to cry. He knew from experience that some little patients just needed the catharsis of crying and that was perfectly okay with him. He knew she was scared but he recognised how important the needles were for her and he took it as his duty to make sure she was medically taken care of. Babies couldn’t be trusted to make their own decisions about their medical care.

Sara sat down on the bed beside her and began wrapping a blanket around her shoulders and then incorporating her arms. She wrapped her tightly and then positioned her own body so she could take Jade in a cuddle. “Breathe honey. Just breathe.” Sara stroked her hair and shielded her eyes from the needles. She felt so safe being wrapped and held, she couldn’t help but snuggle into Sara.

Doctor Aldaric cleaned the side of her thigh and then pinched the muscle between his fingers. He looked up at Jade who was still crying but had her face buried in Sara’s shoulder as she held her. “Sharp scratch Jade, good girl.” He pierced her skin with the needle and once it was all the way in, slowly began injecting the medicine. “Good little girl.” He responded to her whimpers between cries. As soon as the medicine had all been injected he quickly withdrew the needle and applied a cotton ball, holding it to the injection site.

He then moved onto the second injection. He slid the blanket down her arm so he could access it and began cleaning it with another alcohol wipe. He primed the needle but Jade started to wriggle. Sara just held her tighter and Doctor Aldaric steadied her arm with his spare hand as he quickly delivered the second injection. She whimpered loudly. “Sorry sweetie, sorry sorry. I know it’s not nice.” He held the cotton ball to her arm as he withdrew the needle.

They allowed Jade to cry quietly for another minute into Sara’s shoulder. They both knew this was scary for a lot of their little patients and a lot of emotions could be stirred.

“Okay, okay let’s get you comfy now. That was the hard bit done, you’re going to be fine.” He cooed to his tiny patient. “Let’s lay you down and get you out of that wet diaper, I'm sure that doesn’t feel very nice.” Jade allowed herself to be laid down. She felt so vulnerable and the wetness between her legs was making her feel even smaller in her headspace. Doctor Aldaric quickly had a pair of pale blue gloves on and was un-taping her diaper. Her cheeks flushed red and she covered her face with her hands and Mr Teddy. She knew he’d seen her there only hours ago but it still felt so embarrassing, especially now he was seeing her after she had peed herself. He chuckled lightly, “Nothing to be embarrassed about, Jade.” She could tell he was smiling from the tone of his voice.

She kept her eyes tightly shut as he cleaned her, sprinkled baby powder and then put her in a new diaper. He hummed while he did it, he was very methodical and quick, he must do this often she thought. Her thigh and arm started to ache as the sting subsided and it made her feel a bit grumpy.

He watched her face for a second and saw she was frowning as the tears were drying on her cheeks. “What’s wrong sweetie? Doesn’t that feel better?” He patted her tummy where the top of her diaper ended.

“Is hurtin’” she looked at her arm and leg sadly.

“Oh angel, it’s not so bad, it will feel better soon. We’re just going to do a quick blood draw and then that’s all the owies out of the way.” He spoke softly but firmly.

Jade's eyes became wide again, no more needles! She shook her head frantically and went to open her mouth to protest, but Doctor Aldaric swiftly pushed her pacifier into her mouth before she could get any words out. She blushed instantly, just as she had earlier when he’d surprised her with the pacifier.

“That’s better isn’t it?” He chimed. Jade watched him prepare the blood draw as Sara tucked her tightly into the crib leaving just her arm out. She turned the cloud mobile on above her head and the soft lullaby began again. Jade watched it in a daze as they tied a tourniquet around her upper arm and palpated a vein. She barely registered what was happening, all she could focus on was sucking on her paci and watching the clouds float round above her head.

A sharp scratch brought her back into the present and caused tears to form in her eyes. She looked down whimpering to see the thick needle in her arm taking her blood, and Sara firmly holding her arm down. She made eye contact with Doctor Aldaric who just gave her a sympathetic smile but continued connecting and disconnecting bottles to the end of the needle, filling them up with deep red blood - her blood.

Seeing the protest and struggle that was about to come, Sara began shushing Jade and stroking her hair out of her face, wiping her tears as they fell. “Not long honey, just a few more seconds, you’re being so brave. I’m so impressed!” As Sara finished talking, Doctor Aldaric removed the needle and applied another cotton ball, which Sara took over putting pressure on as he dropped the blood bottles into a clear specimen bag.

“Jade, you were just the best!” He praised, helping Sara to comfort her. He sat down on the side of the crib and took her hand in his. “You’ve been so brave I think you should get to keep Mr Teddy, don’t you think Sara?” Sara nodded and smiled at them both. That cheered Jade up a little bit. Whilst she had found the needles very distressing and this whole experience strange, she had also enjoyed being taken care of like the baby she knew she was. She embraced it and smiled shyly at doctor Aldaric through wet eyelashes, squeezing her new teddy tightly to her.

Doctor Aldaric patted her hand and then stood up. “My best little patient. I think we should keep you here tonight in the clinic so we can keep an eye on you and make sure you’re okay. Then tomorrow, when you’re feeling a little bigger, we can let you go home.” He decided and Jade nodded.

“And what if she isn’t bigger tomorrow?” Sara asked, half joking, half serious.

“Then I guess she’ll just have to stay here and be our little patient for a while longer.” He smiled at Jade.

Wow, that really would be something, Jade thought to herself. Maybe that was just what she needed. She shifted her gaze back to the mobile, sucking on her paci, she felt sleepy again. Giving herself permission to be her most authentic self - a baby - was definitely the start of a new chapter. And with that she drifted off into a peaceful nap, watching the clouds go round and round.🖤

#story #doctorvictoria10

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Awake

Bakugo x Reader (duh)

wc: 1.7k

A/n: Had a full on mental breakdown yesterday. Tried to sleep tonight. Couldn’t. Wrote this instead. I listened to Rain Clouds by The Arcadian Wolf while writing it and it’s the song that’s referenced in this. I could link it but I’m lazy and depressed so I’m not gonna *dabs sadly*. Anyway here’s a comfort Fic I guess.?

Bakugo: Hey

(2:38AM): uh…hey?

Bakugo: You up?

(2:39 AM): clearly… clearly I’m up Bakugo. Why are you?

Bakugo: Can't sleep.

(2:39 AM): oh. I’m sorry.

Bakugo: Come outside?

(2:40 AM): like outside outside?

Bakugo: What other outside would there fucking be?

(2:41 AM): don’t curse at me stupid. I meant the balcony? Or are we going for a walk or something?

Bakugo: Fine. Nevermind. Forget I asked.

…

Bakugo: Balcony.

(2:52 AM): gimme five to put on pants.

Bakugo: Ok

(2:52 AM): folk or classical?

Bakugo: Ugh neither.

(2:53 AM): neither wasn’t an option shit head. Pick one.

Bakugo: Whatever you played last time. It helped me feel far away.

(2:54AM): Folk it is.

You put your phone down, the light dying and drawing you back into the darkness of your room. It’s quiet, you can hear him rustling on the other side of the wall, hear the balcony door slide open in his apartment next door and then shut.

You sit in bed for a moment, your heart the only thing thrumming in your ears as you take a deep breath. The city is quiet for the first time in a long time. There are no cars on the street, no sirens, just the sleepy lazy sound of the wind blowing and alley cats slinking through the garbage filled alleyways.

Then you get up, grab a pair of sweatpants and exchange the large holey t-shirt you’re wearing for a comfy but secure cami top. You search around your room for the little Bluetooth speaker and pause when your eyes fall on your acoustic guitar. You smile to yourself, it's perfect. You’ve been thinking about the song, the chords should be easy enough to grasp, and the words have been drifting around your head for days now.

You grab your phone to send him another quick text.

(2:58AM): Change of plans. The roof.

He doesn’t hesitate.

Bakugo: Ok.

He’s up on the roof of your city apartment building before you are, gazing out at the city lights , the moon in the sky blazing white shimmering light through his ash blond locks. He doesn’t turn around or acknowledge your presence when you land delicately on your toes and deactivate your air quirk. He’s wearing a red tank top, must’ve had to change out of the usual black one he wears to bed from all the sweat. His shoulders look broad and you can see the scars rippling down the muscles of his arms.

“Took you long enough, even with your floaty little air quirk,” he taunts, back still to you.

“And yet you’re still here,” you quip back, rolling your eyes and grabbing a crate to sit on. You pull another over and plop it down across from you the same time he turns to join you on the other crate. He has dark circles under his eyes, there’s still a gleam of sweat shimmering on his jaw and neck. He watches in anticipation as you ready the guitar on your leg and hook your arm over it, expert fingers finding the correct chords to strum a lovely tune.

“What’s the occasion?” he asks, gesturing to the guitar. You smile down at the guitar, concentrating on the correct note in your mind to start the song.

“It’s a nice night,” you murmur, eyes still focused on the instrument on your lap.

The muttered “It is now,” is swallowed by the sound of you strumming the strings softly diving into the tune as you rock back and forth. You close your eyes and hear Bakugo take a deep calming breath in and out before you start singing the lyrics.

I'm being frightened by the people

They look at me like I'm a scar upon their perfect skin

Perfect to only them

I'm being shadowed by my past

Reminding me of what I was and what I could become

My sins should stay where they belong

The wind is blowing gently and you can smell Bakugo’s sweet scent on the breeze. His crisp pine scented body wash mixes with his smoky sweet scent and it almost feels like the two of you are sitting around a campfire. Your voice drifts dreamily over the lyrics, enunciating the words and basking in the ease of the notes while putting your own lovely spin on it.

Listen to my voice

Close your frightened eyes

Hide behind my love for you

Fear's only a choice

One that we all must make some day

So know you're not alone in this

It’s clear and strong like a bell, punctuating every phrase with meaning that sits in Bakugo’s core and makes his heart do that weird thing where it’s fluttering but also extremely tranquil at the same time. When you end the song and finally open your eyes, he’s looking at you incredulously.

“How do you do that?”

“Hmm?” you say, placing the guitar against a huge wooden pallet gently.

“How do you fucking do that? Every time. It’s fucking creepy.”

“You mind elaborating, dummy? I’m not a mind reader.”

“Coulda fooled me,” he grunts, rolls his eyes and folds his arms, pouting.

You roll your eyes before chuckling and answer the question you already know he’s asking. “Somewhere out there. Someone has made a song for every feeling you’ve ever felt. So I won’t take credit for that.”

“But you show them to me.”

“Yes,” you say this as if it’s an obvious statement.

“And play them for me.”

“Yes.” Again, another obvious statement. Why wouldn’t you play them for him. It’s why the two of you are here. Right?

“And make them….ya know… sound good and shit,” he says, stuttering over the words as his cheeks and ears start to turn pink.

You smirk, “You can say I sound pretty. I won’t tell anyone you said it,” you tease.

“Tch. Idiot.”

There’s a beat of silence, you’re lost in your thoughts staring up at the starry sky before you look at him again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You’re going to even if I say no.”

“Correct. Why do you text me when it happens? Why me?”

He shrugs his shoulders, looks away sheepishly and doesn’t meet your questioning gaze. "Don't know.”

You raise a suspicious eyebrow, “Yes you do”

He sighs, holds out a hand to gesture as if it’s obvious. Why would you be asking this? Especially after the many nights the two of you have done this. “Just feels right I guess. And after we talk I can go back to sleep just fine.”

“You realize what that is right?” You lean in closer to him, elbows on your thighs, chin in your hands. “That’s called trusting someone.”

“Sure I guess.”

Another beat of silence and then a long winded sigh from you, one that definitely says “I’m tired of this” and it makes a shiver of fear run up his spine.

“Look Bakugo. I’m not usually one that skates around feelings. And as much as I enjoy late night jam sessions or sneaking out and gazing at the moon with you until you feel ok enough to sleep, I…”

He holds his breath, “What?”

“Hmm…” you have a finger up to your chin in the universal thinking pose.

His heartbeat picks up and his fingers start to fiddle in the pocket of his sweatpants. “Fucking what? You just said you don’t skate around feelings so what?”

You frown at him, “Hold your flippin’ horses I’m thinkin’ first.”

“‘Flippin’ horses?’ You’re such a weirdo.”

And now you’re glaring. "Speaking of thinking before speaking. You should try it.”

“Fuck you.” There’s no hostility to it and he knows you know it.

“Very original. ANYWAY, I was going to say despite your constant attitude and constant shouting, I still really like hanging out with you. So I’d like to not only hang out at…”you pull your phone from your pocket and gaze at the tiny blue screen, “4 AM”

Another pause as he processes his elation. He’s happy you’re not telling him this is the last time. But this isn’t the hard part. “Ok.”

You squint suspiciously. “I mean it.”

“So do I.”

“Then say it aloud to me,” you challenge.

This is the hard part.

He takes a few deep breaths and then… “I don’t wanna be just friends with you. I don’t know what any of that shit even means. All the stupid lovey dovey shit Raccoon Ey-”

“Ashido.”

It’s his turn to glare. “Fine, Ashido talks about all the time. All I know is no one talks to me the way you do. And I always feel calm around you. Calmer than usual. I always wanna hang out more with the idiots when you’re around to hang out with them too.”

You smile but hide it behind your fingertips. He doesn’t look finished so you nod to encourage him to finish.

“And I don't know what it is. But whenever I wake up from the fucking …” He doesn’t say the word “nightmare”. He struggles with it like if he says it he’s surrendering to weakness or something. “Whenever I wake up the only thing I think of is you. Wishing you were there, like a fucking idiot. But it never goes away, not until I text you and I see you and I hear your voice.” His head is in his hands, like he’s ashamed to admit this to you.

It’s quiet again, some cars from below have started bustling on the street. The morning wind carries his scent and the city's waking smells of coffee and fresh baked bread. You stand quietly and walk over to him, head still hanging in his hands as he crouches over on the crate.

You hug him, force yourself between his legs and wrap your arms around his head. And at first he stiffens but he doesn’t pull away from you or move out of your grasp. He just sits there with his arms hanging limply at his sides,eyes wide, and your arms wrapped around his head. His ear is pressed against your chest, listening to the city waking around you. You're warm and you smell impossibly good and he knows this is what he craves when he wakes up from those terrifying nightmares. Your embrace is the cure.

“I like being here. I like being there for you.”

Then his arms move up to wrap around your waist and he hugs you back and sighs into your chest. He stays there for at least 10 minutes listening to the steady beating of your heart.

And then he quietly mutters, “Thanks.”

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #marquie writes #yea it’s unedited #I just told y’all I was depressed #sheesh #idk what I’m doing anymore #I’m numb and empty 🙃

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