#and before you say this is too much.... NO. we can never celebrate your birthday too much
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notes: time is a construct that bten!reader no longer understands. anyway, yes hellow, late gojo birthday fic that i am pretending that i'm not posting on megumi's birthday LMAO.
takes place in the same universe as beyond the unending night, however reading that fic is not necessary, all you need to know is that reader has a CT that can rewind time. slight and implied reader x gojo if you're squinting. also. reader is very unreliable narrator (there are some things in the narration that gojo responds to because reader is unaware they said it aloud oops.) not proofread.
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âYour birthday was a couple days ago?âÂ
Gojo tilts his head toward you, expression passive for a split second before a broad grin spreads across his face. âIt was! How did you know! Wait, let me guess, youââ
âThe students,â you supply flatly before he can make any outlandish suggestions regarding how you happened across the information. âYuta-kun mentioned it.âÂ
Thereâs a slight pucker to Gojoâs lips, but itâs gone almost instantly as he remarks. âOh Yuta⌠Heâs always been an exemplary student! Even going so far as to remember his dear old teacherâs birthdayâŚâÂ
You stare at Gojo. Thereâs a trap here. Bait. Itâs not well hidden either, if his exaggerated tone is any indication. You consider telling him straight up: itâs not possible to remember something you never knew in the first place. But instead, you decide to indulge him. âDo people usually not remember?âÂ
Now that you say that, you find the words hard to believe. You can barely call yourself a part of jujutsu society, but thereâs no denying that Gojo is something of a big deal. Thereâs no way that these illustrious âhigher upsâ would forget the birthday of someone as important as Satoru Gojo.
âItâs not that they donât remember,â Gojo says, âitâs that they just donât care.âÂ
The nonchalance in his voice stuns you, more so than the fact that you cannot detect even a hint of bitterness in it. They⌠donât care? You want to be in denial, to think that that simply cannot be true. And yetâŚ
You cannot deny it.Â
Not when you know what you do of the top brass.
âWell, not the students,â Gojo adds, fondness seeping into his tone as the tiniest smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. âThrew me a party and everything. As expected of students of the Great Teacher Gojo!â
He puffs his chest out a little, clearly pleased, no doubt proud.Â
â...did you do anything else?â you ask. Knowing someone as whimsical as Gojo, you can imagine him spending the day as he pleased, going from sweet shop to sweet shop spending exorbitant amounts of money on any and every sugary item he could possibly get his hands on.Â
âNope.âÂ
You blink at him. âWhat.â
âI was waaaaaay too busy to do anything else,â Gojo says with a dramatic sigh. âHonestly, Iâm lucky that the students love me so much that they took on a couple extra missions just so we could party for a half hour.â
Gojoâs words have you gawking at him, slack jawed and in awe. Youâre well aware that heâs a busy guy, but to only have had a half hour of free time on his birthday to celebrate is justâŚ
âDonât make that face.â His voice is quiet. Gentle. âItâs fine; Iâm used to it. Just a part of being an adult, you know?â
Heâs not wrong, butâŚÂ
Somehow, it doesnât sit well with you.Â
â....youâre done with everything you have to do today, right?â you ask, reaching into your pocket to check the time; itâs nearly midnight.
âYeah?â Gojo answers, and while he sounds mostly amused, you think you can hear the smallest hint of confusion. âYou thinking of having a late night snack together to make up for missing my birthday? How romantic of you!âÂ
âNot exactly,â you shoot back without missing a beat, but Gojo doesnât seem to be disappointed by you rebuffing him. You outstretch your palm toward him and he inclines his head down slightly to show that heâs looking down at it.Â
Gojo hums. He knows what youâre thinking. Of course he does. âYou know thatâs technically against the rules.âÂ
âAnd?â you ask as you stare back at him.
âYou could get in biiiiiiig trouble, you know.â
Your gaze doesnât waver.
âCould even be sentenced to death for it!âÂ
Your hand doesnât move.
Gojo tilts his head to the side before heaving a sigh and shaking his head. He raises his hand, but rather than take yours, he reaches up higher and moves to flick your forehead. That would work just as well, and for a split second you gather your cursed energy, ready to use your technique, butâ
You merely wince and Gojo tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as your energy quickly dissipates.
âChange your mind?â he asks.
âWasnât sure if you were actually going to do it,â you answer honestly. Did he actually flick you or did he just âpretendâ to? There wouldn't have been any point if he pretended.Â
âWhat do you think?â
You frown as a playful, yet menacing grin spreads across Gojo's face. He knows full well that you can't tell, especially if you can't even see the point of contact.Â
âWell wishes aside, the only other thing I can really offer you is time,â you deadpan. It wasn't like you were going to be stupid and give him a week or even a month, butâŚ
Gojo wags his finger at you, tutting. âNo, not true! There's something else!â
You give him a pointed look. What else could you possibly give?Â
âWell, it's really more like an IOU,â he explains airily, before his tone shifts, growing quieter and more serious. âJust get stronger. Strong enough to take on missions just like me and maybe next year we can have a longer party.âÂ
You sigh. His suggestion is more practical, more useful in the long run, and while you can agree with what he's proposed⌠It's his birthday. He could afford to be a little more selfish.Â
âOh?â He raises an eyebrow, his smile ever wide and absolutely ominous. âI'll keep that in mind next time.âÂ
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â§Ë ¡ . make me juno
pairing | max verstappen x popstar!reader
word count | 2.3k
content warnings | some social media au, established relationship, smitten max, light dom!max, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fingering, brief choking kink, praise kink, squirting, HEAVY BREEDING KINK, cock warming, teasing, unprotected sex â 18+ only, minors do not interact
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user6 did you guys not listen to her latest album? girl gave us a whole ass ovulation album. GIVE HER A BABY MAX!
maxverstappen1 iâm trying
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being with max for five years now youâd grown used to knowing his likes and dislikes; both in & out of bed.
especially in bed.
âhave you always been this keen on having kids? even before me?â you manage to spit out while sitting on maxâs lap, his lips prepping kisses all over your neck and chest.
you had just spent the day celebrating his birthday on a yacht with all of yours and maxâs close friends and family so he had been extra needy arriving home since he couldnât have his way with you all day with everyone surrounding both of you.
his lips detach from your neck looking you in the eyes full of love, âiâll remind you any chance i get when it comes to that, you are the reason i want a family. the reason i see myself being your husband and father of our children before you i never saw that with anyone else.â max would take any chance to remind you how ready he was to be your husband and have kids with you.
âi donât want to wait anymore. not for the wedding or the babiesâŚi want it now.â you whisper desperately clinging onto max. his eyes widen at your statement, ânow?â
âweâll have the wedding after the baby is born. we can go to to the courthouse this week and make it official just us two. donât you want that, maxie?â sitting on his lap grinding against his hardened cock make it even more difficult for him to say the words.
âyesâŚfuck yes of course, baby. i donât want to wait any longer to have you as my wife. gonna fuck you so full of my cum tonight and make you a mommy. god i canât wait any longer.â his hands cupping your face and pulling you into a hungry and messy kiss. both of you quickly removing your clothes off each other desperately needing to feel as close as possible.
you start getting on your knees but max pulls you back up, âas much as i want you on your knees stuffed with my cock in your mouth, i need to taste you.â his words immediately taking affect on your core.
âb-but itâs your birthdayâŚw-w-wanna giâ.â your words stutter out, after placing you on the bed hovering over you his lips meet your neck down to your stomach before he situates himself between your thighs.
âgetting to taste you is the best gift i could ever get.â your legs squeeze his head, thighs keeping him close to your pussy as he licks, laps, and sucks until you're close to the edge.
"âm so close, max, so close," you feel like you're in a trance as his fingers hook inside of you brushing your g-spot. he presses his palm into your lower tummy, applying gentle pressure as you nearly thrash under him from how intense the buildup is.
"cum for me, baby. make a mess all over my face," he growls before you feel yourself snapping as your orgasm flows through you. max rides you through the orgasm, tongue lapping at your core as your legs are left shaking.
âmaxâŚâ you gasp out of breath as cleans you with his tongue, your fingers slowly caressing his hair. he
"you are so perfect, baby." he cooes, thumb resting on your lip as you part your mouth and bite down on it. you feel him stiffen under you, "ik hou van je. (i fucking love you)" he groans under his breath as you wrap your lips around his thumb.
"my fingers look so good shoved in your mouth," he purrs, hearing you whimper as he massages your pelvis. you can feel yourself growing wetter, the heaviness in your mouth feels comfortable before his lips are on yours.
"shit," he hisses, "iâm done waitingâŚiâll take my time with you later.â
he doesn't give you a chance to speak before he's fisting his cock, lining up with your entrance, and pushing in "fuck, fuck," his voice is low and raspy, the feeling of him sinking into you, whispering out a various dutch words as he sinks deeper and deeper into you.
"this," he thrusts, slamming the headboard against the wall,"is what l've been fuckin' cravin. canât wait to see you round and full." his thrusts are deep and slow before he can't hold back and he's fucking you into the mattress, loud moans and skin slapping are the only sounds filling the room.
your walls flutter around his cock and you're coming for the second time that night, "gonna have you cum a few more times, baby. keeping us up all night and make sure i get you pregnant." he snaps, bed in shambles as it creaks and squeaks before his own thrusts are growing sloppy.
"gonna fill you up," he moans, "fuck, you're gonna be so fuckin' stuffed. looking so perfect carrying our babies." his breathing is laboured, chasing his release before it hits him and heâs spilling inside you.
you stay close together for a brief moment before you both are desperate for another round, trying to rock your hips because he's still hard inside of you, "maxâŚ," you plead. "need more. please, please, please.â
he chuckles deeply at your desperation, "yeah?" he switches your positions, flipping over, lying on his back as you're straddling him and you fall into his chest because heâs impossibly deep, you were sure youâd come right there once again just from that position
you rock your hips, steadying yourself over his chest as he groans, "that's my good girl, you feel so fucking good like this. my soon to be wife. mother of our babies. i love you.â heâs lost himself in you, unable to form a coherent sentence as you lose yourself in the feeling of riding him like never before.
his sweet words and whines coming from his mouth have you quicken your movements, "you feel so good, max," you mumble, "all yours, baby. iâm all yours," he groans, digging his fingers into your skin as he meets your thrusts.
âhow you doing, baby? you okay?â despite being deep inside you he slows down checking on you. he was starting to feel the exhaustion catch up to him but he was still hard as a fucking rock with your cunt clenching around him.
you nod giving him a smile, âmâ okayâŚgetting sleepy,â you mumble out before pulling him closer to you (if that was even possible), âfill me up one more time, maxie. then we take a napâŚand go again.â
despite being completely exhausted from the hours of fucking you wanted max to ensure you were pregnant by the end of the break. you were ready to become his wife and now have his babies as soon as possible.
his thrusts are deep and slow while you two conversed until your last sentence he can't hold back and he is fucking you senselessly now giving deep and rough thrusts, your moans filling the room chanting his name.
"come on, baby. cum 'round my cock, yeahâŚfuck," he hisses when you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him inside of you as he comes inside you once again.
catching your breaths you lay on top of him now, his cock buried inside you, âcanât believe weâve been awake all night.â you chuckle against his chest while his hand plays with your hair.
âi have a month of uninterrupted free time with you and iâm gonna take advantage of that.â max kisses your head and you close your eyes getting comfortable in his arms.
âremember when we first met?â you ask him, knowing heâd go on a yap session about it. he would talk about it to anyone who asked and you loved him so much for knowing the small things just from the first moment you met.
âdo i remember? how could i forget when you assumed i was a mechanic instead of the driver? oh and your perfect smileâ.â
2018
meeting at the united states gp in austin the year of 2018 you were just 19 years old on your first world tour of your singing career. you had a concert on the first day of the race weekend so you met a few of the drivers and you tried your best to remember their names but there was so many.
max had been watching your performance with a huge smile on his face, he was in a meeting causing him to miss the introductions most of the drivers had with you. but here he was waiting for you at the side of the stage to introduce himself. he had grown to be a fan the last few months and when he found out youâd be performing at the austin gp he was counting down the days.
âhi iâm maxâŚiâm with redbullâ.â
you had gotten off stage ecstatic with the crowd cheering you on to be meet with a slightly taller guy dressed in some jeans and a white jacket paired with a redbull hat. the redbull hat made you assume he was a mechanic for the team so you cut him off, âoh nice to meet you! iâm y/n, how is it like working on the cars for redbull? youâre a mechanic right?â
max was confused at the question many things did not make sense when you asked but he assumed you didnât know much of the sport (which was very true). he decided to go alone with it appreciating the chance to speak with you just for a few minutes before you were pulled away again for some interviews.
few weeks later he got your number from lewis who had been a mentor in your life for awhile now being in the limelight at a young age he took you under his wing. after checking with you first he gave max your number sending you a text and getting his full name you search him up on instagram realizing he wasnât a mechanic but a goddamn driver for redbull racing.
lewis couldnât help but laugh at your cluelessness when it came to the sport only sending him messages if he won not caring for any other drivers; until now.
after many apologies through the phone and max waving it off as something to laugh about. you grew a close friendship with him for the next year waiting patiently for him to ask you out.
PRESENT
âi had to wait a year before i got the balls to ask you out and thenâoh.â he chuckles stopping mid sentence looking down at you realizing you had fallen asleep. he gives your head a kiss and falls into some much needed sleep alongside you.
you had woken up a few minutes ago with your back against maxâs chest settling between his thighs. he had been playing with you hair until his hands started wandering down your body, âmaxâŚâ you sigh contently feeling his finger play with your clit.
when two fingers slip through your folds, an obscene moan runs through you before they're filling you up. "that's my good girl, look at how well you're taking my fingers," he cooes, fingers curled deep inside you.
"that feels good, doesn't it, baby?" he taunts, you nodded your head, eager to feel his fingers moving some more as you rocked your hips in sync.
the pressure building up made you squirm, max was edging you and now you were nearly in tears, âohâŚoh god,â whispering as you beg him to let you cum.
"that's it, my pretty girl," he hummed, âlove hearing your moans, love feeling you cum, baby. squeezing my fingers with your tight pussy. gonna have your pussy squeezing my cock after this.â
"fuck," max groans, your orgasm gushes out of you; soaking his hand and bed sheets. you pant trying to catch your breath, "think we need to get ready for the day...we can't stay in bed forever. i wanna take you to a cat cafe--."
"just one more for me, schatje, one more and then we go to all the cat cafes we want," he smiles sweetly, kissing your neck finding your sweet spot and getting a moan out of you. how could you deny him?
pulling you in for a passionate kiss he flips you around and looks you in the eyes filled with lust, "wanna try another position?" he mumbles against your lips and you nod, not having to tell him the one you wanna try because he knows it's your favorite.
with your face pressed into the bedsheets and ass up in the air he gives you a soft slap before sliding his cock deep inside your aching cunt, "fucking christ...shit," he groans with each deep thrust your walls squeeze him.
"not gonna last, max..." you whine, your hands grip the sheets as he gives you a rough slap on your ass, "me neither, baby. you gonna cum with me? come on, schat. gonna fill your tight pussy with my cum and make you mine forever." his thrusts growing faster and sloppier, but his words have you pushing back against him meeting his hips.
"yes, yes, yes...wanna have your baby please fill me up, maxie," he pushes you up against his chest his hand wrapping around your throat squeezing it lightly. it was more than enough for you to ride out yet another orgasm, "that's it, baby. make a mess all over my cock." he groans feeling your walls flutter around him, with a few more thrusts his cum fills you up.
your heavy pants fill the room, feeling him pull out of you after a few minutes making sure each drop of his cum filled you up he flips you over laying you down and grabbing a warm towel to clean you up, "doing okay, my darling?" he smiles down at your loopy grin.
"so good. i love you." you tell him once he finishes cleaning you up and settling in bed for a few minutes before you go and shower. "i love you more. best birthday ever." max tells you, and he meant it being the best birthday especially if you do end up pregnant.
you run your fingers along his jaw, "think you made me juno yet?" you smile sheepishly at him and you both break out into a fit of laughter, "well if that didn't, we'll just have to keep on going until you are."
#f1 amour works#max verstappen#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen smut#max verstappen drabble#max verstappen smau#max verstappen one shot#f1 one shot#f1 x reader
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Birthday Girl
On your 21st birthday, your friends drag you to a bar to get wasted when you decide it's a good idea to drunk-call Professor Agatha Harkness.
Word count: 3400+
Warnings: smut, fingering, oral, intoxication, mentions of underage drinking, teacher x student (legal)
âOne, two, three!â Wanda chants and you and your friends tap your shot glasses on the bar counter and quickly down them.Â
You gasp at the burn and they laugh at you. Itâs your 21st birthday and your best friends Wanda, Rio, and Natasha had dragged you out to the closest bar to get you wasted. They had all already turned 21 the year before; you were the baby in the group.Â
âFuck, thatâs disgusting,â you groan.Â
âAnother round, please!â Rio motions to the bartender. He sets down four more tequila shots and one is shoved into your hand.Â
âThink you can get to 21?â Wanda jokes and the thought of 20 more shots makes you want to gag.Â
âI might puke after this one,â you say and your friends laugh. You were never a partier in high school or college, always preferring to curl up on the couch and watch a movie. Youâd only had some sips of alcohol a few times, but you had never been drunk.Â
âYou deserve this!â Nat shouts in your ear. âHarkness has been working you to the bone!âÂ
You shrug and wave your hand dismissively, suddenly uncomfortable. Agatha Harkness is your History of Witchcraft professor at Westview University. Sheâs known around campus for being cold to everyone and rarely giving out Aâs. She expected nothing short of excellence and would not put up with excuses. Everyone was terrified of her.Â
Everyone except for you.Â
Something about the older woman captivated you. You were obsessed with meeting her standards, dreaming of the day she would look at you with pride. You poured over your books for her class, rereading every sentence you wrote thrice, just to try to impress her. It had taken your friends days of begging to convince you to come celebrate your birthday with them because you had a paper for Agathaâs class due in a week and you were already worried about it.Â
âI donât know how youâre surviving,â Wanda says. âI had her last semester and got a C in the class. Third highest grade. Sheâs the worst.âÂ
âSheâs not that bad,â you defend, not quite sure why. Something about Agatha getting so much hate for pushing her students rubs you the wrong way.Â
âYeah she is,â Rio joins in. âI heard that sheâs a real witch.â
You roll your eyes. âCan we please stop talking about her? I thought you guys brought me here to get away from school.â You take the shot thatâs still in your hand and it goes down smoother this time.Â
âYes, there we go!â Rio whoops.Â
Two more shots later and your head has gone completely fuzzy. You feel as if you are floating on air and everything around you is happening in slow motion. You get off your stool and immediately stumble, Wanda catching you with her arms.Â
âI think Iâm a little drunk,â you tell her. She laughs like itâs the funniest thing youâve ever heard.Â
âNo shit, y/n, you donât have to yell!âÂ
You didnât even realize you had. âWe should probably go back to the dorms!â You look around to see Nat chatting with some girl and Rio throwing darts at the board in the corner.Â
âNot yet,â Wanda says, picking up her rum and coke. Youâre not sure how sheâs still drinking after she also did four tequila shots. âIâll get you some water.â She signals to the bartender and you squeeze your eyes shut, willing your vision to go back to normal.Â
When you open them, you see dark hair in the corner. Is thatâ? You shift so you can get a better look and feel sorely disappointed when you realize the person is not Agatha. Why are you disappointed? The thought echoes in your head for a second, and then is replaced by a sudden urge to see your professor.Â
âDrink this,â Wanda orders, pressing a glass of ice water into your hand, but youâre too busy scrolling through your phone. You know she put her number on the syllabus somewhere and you are too far gone to think that this might be a bad idea.Â
You feel a thrill run through you when you find it. You read the number over and over, like youâre afraid itâs going to change somehow.Â
âIâll be back,â you slur to Wanda and then step out the side door into the alley. You type the number into your phone and your finger hesitates over the call button. You know you shouldnât. But fuck it. You press the button and lift the phone to your ear.Â
It rings. And then rings again. Youâre about to hang up to spare yourself the rejection when the call connects.Â
âHello?â Itâs actually her.Â
Your breath catches in your throat and you stand up straighter. âProfessor Harkness?âÂ
âY/n? Is that you?âÂ
âYeah.â Shit, this was a bad idea. Even with your head still swimming, you know that. You canât just hang up though.Â
âWhy are you calling me at 10:30 on a Saturday night?âÂ
âUm,â you say, trying to think of something. Youâre definitely going to have to drop her class after this. Youâll never be able to face her ever again. âItâs my birthday?â You offer lamely.Â
Agatha scoffs. âHappy birthday. Can I help you with something?â
âOh, no, Professor, I just wanted â weâre at a bar â I thought you were â and just wanted to say hi,â you ramble, knowing youâre not making any sense, and you can almost hear her smirk through the phone.Â
âY/n, are you drunk right now?â Her voice perks up and it sounds like sheâs finally interested.Â
âNo!â you protest. âWell, maybe a little. But Iâm 21 now!âÂ
âWhat bar are you at?âÂ
âJimmyâs.â Itâs a local dive bar that is a popular place for Westview students to hang out at.Â
âIâll be there in ten. Wait out front.â Thereâs a click and then sheâs gone. You stare at your phone, dumbfounded. Is Agatha coming to pick you up? Why?
You walk back into the bar and order a Dirty Shirley. The call had sobered you up a bit and if you had already drunk-called your professor, why not get even more hammered. Wanda comes back over to you and giggles when she sees the new drink in your hand.Â
âAlright, time to party!â she exclaims. You pick up on the fact that sheâs a little drunk as well. You stand up, vision blurring for a second.Â
âI actually called an uber,â you lie, even through your hazy mind knowing that your professor coming to pick you up might sound strange to them.
Wanda pouts and then throws her arms around you. âHappy birthday,â she says into your ear and your arms tighten around her.Â
âThank you,â you breathe back. Youâre close with Rio and Nat as well, but they donât have the same bond you and Wanda do. You pull back and then go say goodbye to your other friends.Â
The wind outside does very little to sober you up and you shiver from the coldness. Youâre wearing a purple crop-top and a black mini-skirt, something Nat had found buried deep in your closet. You watch the time on your phone, heartbeat picking up as it gets closer to ten minutes since Agatha had hung up on you.Â
And then right on the dot, a slick black Range Rover pulls into the parking lot, and you immediately know itâs her. The car stops right in front of you, the passenger window rolling down, and your breath catches.Â
Itâs Professor Harkness, clad in a maroon suit, wavy hair falling over her shoulders.Â
âDo you need me to open the door for you, too, princess?â Agatha says, sarcasm dripping over the words, when you havenât moved. You shake your head, partly to answer and partly to clear the fog. You settle into the seat, not missing the way Agathaâs eyes rake over your skimpily clothed body.
âYou didnât have to come get me,â you mutter, putting real effort into not slurring your words.Â
She glances at you and sees you struggling with your seatbelt. She reaches over and you freeze at her close proximity. Her breath is hot against your cheek and her fingers brush your stomach as she takes the seat belt from your hand and buckles it for you. âThought I would spare the other people you drunk-called,â she says.Â
Embarrassment runs through you. âYou were the only one,â you say meekly, picking at a scab on your hand. You dare to peek at her, only to find her smirking, one eyebrow quirked.Â
âOh?â
âI shouldnât have called.â This time, itâs harder to keep your words from running together. âWe were talking about you and then I thought I saw you and I just wanted to see you.â You need to stop talking, now.Â
Agatha hums. âDid you, now?â She tucks a piece of hair behind her ears as she shifts the car into drive and you watch her fingers.Â
âYouâre really hot,â you blurt out and then clamp a hand over your mouth. Fuck.Â
Instead of pulling over and making you get out, like you thought she would, Agatha simply reaches over and pats your leg. âAnd youâre really drunk, sweetheart.âÂ
The pet name makes you swoon inwardly. âNot that drunk,â you say unconvincingly. âI only had oneâŚtwoâŚâ You trail off, attempting to count the number of drinks on your fingers. Agatha stifles a chuckle.Â
âIs this your first time drinking?â She asks, amused.Â
âNo, but it is my first time drinking this much,â you admit. âMy friends dragged me out since itâs my birthday. I was going to work on the essay for your class.âÂ
âYou were going to spend your 21st birthday doing school work?âÂ
âYour essayâs due in a week. I wanted to make sure I-it was good enough for you.âÂ
She notices your slip of tongue and her smirk sends heat down low in your stomach. âYouâre always good for me. Your essays are some of the best Iâve ever read.âÂ
Your heart skips a beat and your face flushes. âI have a B in your class.âÂ
âYou have an 88 in my class. Thatâs the highest Iâve had in years. Canât make it too easy,â she says with a wink.Â
âYou could make it just a little easier,â you grumble, the alcohol clearly getting rid of any inhibitions.Â
âYou keep doing what youâre doing, sweetheart, and itâll go up, I promise. Iâm very impressed with the work youâve been turning in.â
A hot flash runs through you. âJust wanna be your good girl.â And if it wasnât clear how you feel about her now, it sure is. But she doesnât look disgusted or creeped out, only intrigued.Â
She finally stops the car and you peer out the window, expecting to see your dorm. You havenât been paying attention to where sheâs been driving at all, and youâre quite surprised to see youâve arrived at a two-story house in a cute, suburban neighborhood.Â
âThis isnât where I live,â you say dumbly.Â
âNo, itâs not,â she agrees, getting out of the car and walking over to help you. You stumble up the steps to the front door, Agathaâs tight grip on your shoulder keeping you upright. You can feel her fingers playing with the ends of your hair.Â
She unlocks the front door just as a wave of nausea hits you. âOh, god,â you say weakly, holding a hand in front of your mouth. Agatha doesnât even seem phased; she leads you to a bathroom in the hall and leaves, only to re-enter with a glass of water moments later. You gulp it down and feel better.Â
âYou okay?â she asks softly, stroking your cheek, eyes tracing up and down your face. Youâve never seen this side of her and you really like it.Â
âI think so. Thank you again,â you murmur and you realize that youâve been staring at her mouth.Â
âAnything for my favorite student.âÂ
And then, because youâre apparently determined to fuck everything up even more, you lean in and press your lips to hers. Agatha stands still for a second before you pull back, horrified with yourself.Â
âProfessor, I am so sorry, I didnât mean toââÂ
She draws you back in for a longer kiss this time, tongue licking into your mouth. You let out a long moan and she breaks away.Â
âYouâre drunk,â she tells you again.
You clasp the lapels of her blazer. âI know. But I want you.âÂ
She softly pries your fingers off her suit and smiles. âYou need to sleep. And then we can talk about this in the morning.âÂ
You pout and she runs her thumb over your bottom lip, slightly pulling it down. You suck her finger into your mouth, delighting in the way her eyes darken. She steps back.
âLetâs go. You can sleep in the guest room. Iâll find you some pajamas and toiletries.â Her hand on the small of your back guides you up the stairs and to the room on the right. The guest room is simple but cozy and you immediately go to the bed and flop onto it. âDonât fall asleep yet,â Agatha warns and then leaves the room.Â
She comes back in a few minutes, an old shirt and sweatpants in one hand and a toothbrush and toothpaste in the other. She pats your legs in an effort to get you up but you can barely move, suddenly weighed down by all the drinks.Â
âCome on, hon,â Agatha says and helps you stand up. You donât move as she works to take your shirt and skirt off, your cheeks and upper chest flushing red. You try to cover yourself and she smirks.Â
âMâsorry,â you mumble.Â
âDonât be. Iâm enjoying the view.â You stare at her longingly, silently begging her to fuck you right there and then, but she helps you step into the sweatpants and pull the shirt over your head. She watches you brush your teeth and moves the covers so you can get into bed. âDo you need anything else?âÂ
Your hand grabs hers. âJust you,â you try again hopefully, but she chuckles and wrenches free of your grip.Â
âGood night, birthday girl,â she whispers and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. And then she turns off the lights and leaves the room.
You fall asleep immediately.Â
***
Sunlight streams through the blinds, waking you up. It takes you a minute to get your bearings and then the events of last night come back to you.Â
The bar. Four shots of tequila and half a Dirty Shirley. Calling Agatha and her coming to pick you up and taking you to her house. Kissing her in the downstairs bathroom. Shit.Â
You groan, head pounding. You see a container of Advil and a glass of water on the nightstand beside you. You take two Advil and drain the glass, heart warming at the thought of Agatha taking such good care of you.Â
And then you remember that your relationship with her will forever be complicated by your actions.Â
You solemnly brush your teeth and pull back on the clothes you wore to the bar last night, neatly folding Agathaâs pajamas and placing them on the bed. You hope she hasnât woken up yet so you can sneak out without her having to tell you how inappropriate you behaved last night.Â
No such luck. The second you get downstairs, Agatha perks up from where sheâs typing on her laptop on the couch.
âGood morning, darling,â she purrs, shutting her computer. You gulp, taking her outfit in. Sheâs wearing a robe that ends mid-thigh and the neckline drops low.Â
âHey,â you say casually, trying to hide how much youâre internally freaking out.Â
âDo you want something for breakfast? I can cook you something.â She stands up and walks to the kitchen and you follow like a lost puppy. You involuntarily lick your lips at the way her hips are swaying.Â
âWhat are my options?â Your voice is raspy, still feeling hungover. She glances back at you and her eyes dart up and down your body.Â
âI can make eggs. Bacon. I think I have pancake mix in the pantry. What would you like?âÂ
Youâre a little confused that she hasnât scolded you yet. And then you remember something else. She kissed you.Â
You swallow hard. Whatever else you may have done last night that you canât remember, she doesnât hate you for it. She might even want you back.Â
âAre you on the menu?â It comes out before you can even realize what youâre saying.Â
Agatha freezes and turns around. You shift your weight nervously, but then you see her pupils blown out. Her eyes are so dark you can barely see any blue. âWhat?â She asks carefully.
âYou kissed me last night,â you say, a little breathless. You have absolutely no idea where this confidence is coming from. âYou wouldnât do anything else cause I was drunk. But Iâm not drunk now.âÂ
She steps toward you and roughly grasps your hair. She tilts your head back, exposing your neck just a tad. âNo, youâre not.â She regards you for a second. âYou know youâre not going to get extra credit for trying to sleep with your professor.âÂ
You laugh. âThatâs not why Iâm doing this.âÂ
She smirks. âGood.â And then she licks a hot stripe up your neck and bites down, sucking a mark on your skin. You gasp loudly and tangle your hands into her hair.Â
âProfessor,â you moan and you drag her into a filthy kiss. She backs you up until your thighs hit the table so she lifts you up onto it. Your legs wrap around her to pull her closer. Agatha pushes up your crop-top and kneads your breast, thumb stroking your nipple, never once breaking your kiss.
Her hand creeps under your skirt and cups your mound over your underwear. Your hips jump on their own at the stimulation.Â
âPlease,â you beg. Her lips curl into a smile.Â
âWhat do you want?â Her fingers have pushed your underwear to the side and have started lazily stroking through your folds, spreading your wetness.Â
âYou,â is all you can say before she sinks a finger into your hole.Â
âLike this?â She asks innocently, thrusting hard.Â
âYes,â you pant, quickly untying her robe so you can touch her. Sheâs completely naked underneath and you lean down so you can take a nipple into your mouth.Â
âThatâs perfect, baby,â she sighs, setting a relentless pace with her fingers after she slips another one in you. âIs this what you hoped would happen when you called me last night?â
âIâve been hoping for this since the first day of the semester,â you answer, and she falters for a second, thrown off by your honesty.Â
She pulls out of you and panic runs through you, terrified that you said the wrong thing. But she just pushes you down so your back is resting on the table and she pulls out one of the chairs from the table.Â
âWhat are youââ Before you can finish your sentence, she leans forward and sucks your clit into her mouth. Your back arches off the table, hands rushing down to hold her in place. âFuck, Professor!âÂ
She devours your pussy like sheâs a starving woman, pulling all sorts of loud noises from you.Â
âOh my god, Iâm gonna cum,â you chant, hips grinding on her face, trying to get the last bit of stimulation you need to send you over the edge. She knows what you need and presses her fingers inside you, curling them just right and gives your clit a hard last lick. You cum harder than you ever have before, her name on your lips like a prayer. She helps you ride through the aftershocks and then trails kisses up your body until she can kiss your mouth.Â
âHow was that?â she asks after you pull away to catch your breath.Â
âThat was probably the best birthday present Iâve ever gotten,â you say, which cracks both of you up. âBut Iâm not finished.âÂ
Her eyebrow quirks up and she smirks. âOh?â You stand up, putting your hands on her hips and flipping her around so sheâs leaning against the table.Â
You sink to your knees in front of you, not even bothering with a chair. You slowly push her robe up so it bunches at her waist. âCan I return the favor?âÂ
A glint appears in her eye and she fists one of her hands in your hair preemptively. âIâd like nothing more.âÂ
#agatha smut#agatha harkness x reader#agatha harkness x fem!reader#agatha harkness x you#agatha x reader#agatha harkness smut#kathryn hahn x reader#agatha x you#agatha all along
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LN4 | Dutch Courage
Summary: When Max Verstappen invites Lando to celebrate Kingâs Day with him, he can hardly refuse. Especially when itâs a great opportunity to spend time with the Dutch manâs sister.
Lando Norris x Verstappen!Reader
WC: 2.9K
Warnings: Alcohol (over)consumption, curse words
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The first time Lando really came in contact with the Dutch culture was during his first Dutch Grand Prix. The atmosphere of the race, the enthusiasm of the people, and the taste of stroopwafels immediately made him like the Netherlands. When Max introduced him to more Dutch traditions and told him about the extreme celebrations of the Kingâs birthday, he couldnât believe it. His experiences with the Queenâs birthday were completely different, much more sophisticated and ceremonial than the Dutch celebrations. You could say he was gobsmacked when he saw the videos; people dressed all in orange, filling the streets and canals, drunkenly partying like it was a festival. When Max extended an invitation to join him next April, Lando accepted straight away, eager to experience the unique tradition.
And so, next April 27th, Lando found himself in Amsterdam. He was passing tons of people stalling out their stuff on blankets, sitting on folding chairs by their improvised shops. They were all dressed in orange, of course. Lando, himself, had also adhered to the dress code. Sporting his orange hoodie, heâs ready to party all day long.
Lando made his way through the city, Google maps opened on his phone as he navigated the streets of Amsterdam. Luckily, Maxâs apartment building was easy to find. Lando rang the doorbell, grinning when he spotted his Dutch friend. Lando could already hear the noise coming from the apartment while he greeted Max, the sound of music and singing passing through the walls.
âHey man, whatâs up?â He asked.
âNothing much. What about you?â Max responded while welcoming Lando into his second home, leading him into the hallway.
Lando was about to answer his question, but the unexpected sight in the living room disrupted his train of thought. A confused frown etched itself onto his face, and he asked, âWhy are there so many girls in your house? Donât you have a girlfriend already?â
Max laughed at the question, âOh yeah, they're my sisterâs friends,â he responded nonchalantly as if they werenât appropriating his apartment.
âYou sisterâs friends? Why are they taking over your place?â
âTheyâre getting ready to go out in a bit. Since I live closer to the centre than Y/N, theyâre leaving from here. I told them to stay the night too, I donât want Y/N and her friends to travel home in the middle of the night when theyâre all drunk.â
Lando nodded as he observed the herd of girls getting ready. It was a mess â even compared to how his sisters got ready. They were doing lots of things at the same time: passing the phone around to pick music, singing along to whatever Dutch song was playing, taking pictures, talking, doing their makeup, fixing their hair, picking out accessories and putting flags on their faces; it was complete chaos, but they didnât seem to mind.
âIâll get you some water, mate,â Max said before walking to the kitchen, leaving Lando alone with the women.Â
It took a while for Y/N to spot Lando, but when she did, she came over right away. âLando! How are you? I havenât seen you in such a long time!â She said excitedly as she pulled him in for a hug.
âIâm good. Itâs your fault we havenât seen each other in so long, you never come to races anymore,âÂ
âYeah, sorry about that. Lifeâs been busy. So, I hear todayâs your first Kingâs Day, are you excited?â
Lando chuckled, âAh, yes it is. Of course, Iâm excited. Iâve been told itâs quite the experience!â
âIt certainly is. I wouldâve expected you to wear more orange though, isnât it your teamâs colour?â She questioned him teasingly.
âIs my hoodie not enough?â He asked, looking down at his outfit.
âOh Lando, you know itâs not! Didnât Max show you the videos? Come, Iâll put some flags on your face,â she said as she pulled him into the group of girls.Â
They all greeted him enthusiastically as Y/N searched through the pile of orange and red-white-and-blue-coloured accessories, looking for something that would fit Lando. She pulled out a ribbon of the Dutch flag and grinned widely. Lando stood still as Y/N wrapped the ribbon around his head like a headband and tied it with a bow. âVery coquette, Iâm sure your lady fans will love it,â she murmured and grabbed his jaw to turn his face to the side. A look of focus overtook her features as she gently applied the face paint to Landoâs cheeks.Â
Lando was caught off guard at the situation he found himself in. He had barely stepped foot in the apartment and he was already being pulled in all kinds of directions as the whirlwind of women fussed over him, dressing him up for their sacred holiday. He caught Maxâs eyes over Y/Nâs shoulder, silently pleading for rescue, but Max merely laughed at the situation in which Lando had trapped himself, not offering any assistance. Instead, he stood by and watched with amusement as Y/N picked out things for Lando to wear and offered him an orange poncho for the rain that would probably come later today. Lando had no choice but to go along with it, accepting everything as it came. It was only a small effort for him, and it seemed to make her happy.
Y/N only let Lando go once she was satisfied with his outfit. He quickly rushed to Max, who offered him a glass of water with a big grin on his face, âShe got you, eh?â
âApparently, my orange hoodie was not enough,â he responded.
Max pat him on the back, âDonât worry, I was a victim earlier,â he replied, pointing to his cheeks covered with face paint.
Not much later, the girls finally settled down. They were nearly ready to leave, the only thing they needed before heading off was a decent meal. If they were going to get wasted, they should at least have a good base. Y/N and her friends had organised a feast that could feed everyone and then some, with food left to spare. After the generous lunch was consumed, the women had some drinks to get a headstart before they packed their purses, making sure they had all the essentials covered. They divided the tiny bottles of alcohol they had bought in advance, and Lando watched in shock and disbelief as every girl shoved at least two tiny bottles down their bra. Meanwhile, Max seemed entirely unimpressed â as neutral as one could be.
Y/N and her friends had gotten tickets to Kingsland and the alcohol there was way too expensive to get drunk. If they needed to sneak in some alcohol to get properly pissed, that was a problem easily solved. The girls said goodbye and headed out the door, leaving silence in their wake.
The men didnât leave that much later and headed over to the boat where they would meet Martijn, aka, Martin Garrix, with whom Max and Lando were both good friends. They would spend their time partying on the boat, getting just as drunk as Y/N and her friends before joining Martijn for his performance at Kingsland, where theyâd meet up with the girls.
It was hours, and a shit ton of drinks, later when Max called Y/N to let her know they arrived at the festival grounds. In the meantime, a lot had happened: Y/Nâs group of friends had gained at least three more people, Lando had cut his nose open on a glass bottle, and Max, somehow, managed to fall off the boat.
Y/N was dancing with her group of friends, going crazy for the songs the DJ was playing when she suddenly felt hands on her shoulders. She turned around immediately, surprised at the presence of a new person and ready to defend herself against whoever decided to touch her. That is, until she noticed the person behind her was Lando. As soon as she recognised the man, she, very drunkenly, jumped onto him. Y/N claimed she hadnât seen him in so long as she put her entire body weight on the man who, unsuspecting of the move and unstable from the amount of alcohol he had consumed, nearly fell over. Y/N giggled innocently at the interaction, holding Landoâs arms tightly to prevent their fall. She looked up at his face while she did so, noticing the bandage on his nose.
âWhat did you do?â She slurred, frowning concernedly while running a hand along his face. That wasnât a good choice; she lost her balance as soon as her hand left Landoâs arm. Lando, his own state not much better, grabbed her waist, trying to stop her wobbling.
âGot hit in the face with a broken beer bottle,â he replied with a grin and Y/N giggled at the image forming in her mind.Â
âThatâs so stupid. Did it hurt?â she asked.
Lando laughed loudly, âNo, Iâm too drunk to feel anything.â
Even though the comment wasn't that funny, Y/N couldnât help but laugh along, nearly toppling over.
The group, now including Max and Lando, stood in the crowd, dancing to the music playing as it became busier in anticipation of Martin Garrixâs performance. The field they were standing in became more crowded by the second, pressing them closer to each other. There was barely any space left to move, packed like sardines in a can. When there were people who tried to pass, Y/Nâs back was pressed tightly against Lando. So tightly that she could feel the warmth radiating off his body and his breath hitting her neck; so tightly that it made Max send Lando a warning glare. But it didnât matter when everyone was drunk and there were too many people between them for Max to do anything other than stare angrily.
When Martijn began his set everyone cheered and moved along to the music. In Y/Nâs current position, she was nearly grinding against Lando, but he didnât seem to mind, holding her close with one hand while the other held his drink in the air. Nevertheless, she turned around, wanting to avoid conflict between her brother and Lando, and any pictures and rumours that would most likely arise when people spotted the world-famous Formula 1 drivers. That didnât mean sheâd avoid his touch, though; throwing her arms over his shoulders while he held her waist, they kept dancing together.
Martijnâs set ended way sooner than they wouldâve liked it to, and it was only a while longer before the group left Kingsland for his penthouse. After all, when youâre invited to Martin Garrixâs after-party by the man himself, you cannot refuse.Â
Somehow, they managed to get to his penthouse safely, where they kept the party going until at least midnight. Most of the people Martijn invited left after the fireworks, leaving a smaller group of people occupying the rooftop. After standing, dancing and jumping all day and night, the group finally found somewhere to sit for a while â just to let their legs rest. But, as luck would have it, there werenât enough seats, because when are there ever? Before Y/N could even suggest sheâd stand, Lando, in his drunken stupor, had already pulled her down to sit on his lap.
He smiled triumphantly as she sat, âYou looked tired,â is all he said to justify it.
Despite her surprise, Y/N welcomed the closeness and leaned into Lando, resting her body against his while she sipped her Aperol and joined the ongoing discussion. It was the perfect way to end her night â surrounded by her friends, joking around and enjoying her drink. She enjoyed the drunken conversation, giggling whenever Lando would whisper a funny remark in her ear about whatever stupid comment someone just uttered. His commentary was so distracting that she didnât even notice when he put his hand on her thigh and tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her closer.
Max, however, did notice. He had been keeping an eye on Lando since their interaction at Kingsland when Y/N was basically grinding on Lando. Knowing a warning glare didnât do much last time, Max was ready to do just about anything to make his objections clear if Lando decided to take things too far in his presence. Especially when he saw Landoâs hand moving higher up Y/Nâs leg while she solely giggled in his arms. Itâs an understatement to say the alcohol made Lando bolder â he felt fucking fearless as he kept his gaze locked on Y/N, not removing his eyes for even a second, not until a loud voice interrupts the conversation, at least.
âHey, mate, letâs keep it PG, yeah?â The tone of Maxâs voice made the words sound a lot less casual and jovial than they usually would and Y/Nâs cheeks flared up when she noticed he was referring to her and Lando. Landoâs hands shot up, as if Y/Nâs warm skin burned his hands, lifting them in a gesture of surrender.
âSorry man, didnât even notice it,â he replied.
Max glowered at him, showing he was not messing around before returning to his conversation.
When Maxâs attention shifted away from them, Lando tentatively placed his hand back. The alcohol running through his veins made him ballsy and fearless as he continued to make comments in Y/Nâs ear. This time, she noticed his moving hand, a blush rising to her cheeks in anticipation of Maxâs reaction. But he wasnât paying attention to the two of them, not until he heard his sister laughing boisterously. Startled at the sound, his eyes darted over to the pair, widening in disbelief when he spotted Landoâs wandering hand edging closer to the hem of your skirt once again. Maxâs instincts immediately kicked in at the sight â the audacity of this man.
âThatâs enough, Norris. Hands off,â he commanded, his tone firm.
Landoâs confidence faltered under Maxâs scrutinising gaze, and he removed his hand immediately. âSorry, man,â he said, blushing at the attention. Max, too, had been drinking all day, and Lando didnât want to risk another injury; the cut on his nose was enough for today.
Landoâs sudden change in behaviour was obvious to Y/N; his uncertainty and reluctance to touch her were palpable. In an attempt to reassure him, she leaned her head against his shoulder, cuddling into him while she kept the conversation going. She made eye contact with her brother, whose unrelenting glare softened at her comfort. All he wanted to do was to protect Y/N, but it now felt unnecessary as she seemed entirely at ease with Lando.
At some point during the night, Y/N took the initiative and grabbed Landoâs hand, placing it on her thigh. Lando was apprehensive at the gesture, looking over at Max to see his reaction, but he was focused on his sister. He watched her play with Landoâs hand, fiddling with his fingers and giggling into the crook of his neck. Max shifted his eyes to Lando, nodding at him before returning to his conversation â a sign of approval. If his sister was okay with it, initiating and encouraging it even, then he would accept it.
They stayed in the same position until people started to leave. When Y/Nâs friends mentioned heading home, Max suggested everyone should go back, not wanting the girls to walk home alone while they were wasted. It took little convincing to get everyone into the elevator and out to the street to start the short journey (although much longer when drunk) back to his apartment.Â
Lando and Y/N were walking next to each other, rounding up the group while Max was busy herding Y/Nâs friends through the city. They were leaning on each other as they stumbled through the streets, laughing at Max who was frantically chasing the girls to make sure they took the right turns.
When they finally got back to Maxâs apartment, the chaos of the night followed them inside as Max helped everyone to their beds. He had basically adopted Y/Nâs friends as his sisters by now, fussing over them throughout the night. Occupied with the girls, Max doesnât notice Lando following his sister into her bedroom. He sprawled himself out on the bed, barely kicking off his shoes, while Y/N got herself ready to sleep.Â
She stumbled over to the bed while Lando watched her, both of them giggling as she nearly tripped over the shoes scattered around the floor. She curled up next to him on the bed, her body fitting perfectly against his. As they drifted to sleep, their whispers slowly faded into silence until the only sounds that remained were the soft snores from the cuddled-up couple, and the quiet stomps of Max trying to catch Y/N's giggling friends.
#verstappen!reader#lando norris x verstappen!reader#brothers best friend#lando norris#lando#norris#fanfic#lando norris one shot#lando norris fanfic#lando fanfic#lando norris x reader#lando norris x Y/N#lando x reader#lando x Y/N#formula 1#formula 1 fanfic#f1#f1 fanfic#LN4 fanfic#LN4 x reader#LN4 one shot#LN4#vroomvro0mferrari#mostly fluff
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Sober Up
Eddie Munson x roommate!reader
summary: you help Eddie get to bed after a night of drinking and it turns out that he doesn't need the alcohol to tell you exactly how he feels about you
cw: mention of alcohol
âBut I donât wanna,â Eddie whined as you pulled him towards . Heâs so drunk that he can barely even walk and he's leaning onto you more than you would have liked. Youâre leaving the birthday party Steve had thrown for him and Eddie had gotten a little carried away with how happy he was to celebrate.Â
âEddie, we have to go to bed,â you reply.Â
You get him into the room and shut the door behind you, not wanting to disturb Steve whoâs sleeping down the hall. He wonât let go of you even though youâre trying to help him get into bed. His head is on your shoulder and you almost donât want him to let you go even though you know you have to.Â
âI just wanna stay here,â he mumbles into your neck and you have to pull away because all you want to do is kiss him even though you know it would be totally inappropriate to do so when heâs in that state.Â
âIâll hold you if you get dressed for bed,â you tell him and heâs quick to pull away, hurrying to his dresser while you turn your back to let him have some privacy. You debate leaving until heâs dressed but you know he wonât let you. Heâs not going to let you leave until heâs gotten his cuddles.
Eddie doesnât know how clear he has to make how interested he is in you. He doesnât ask just anyone to cuddle and sure, heâs an affectionate drunk, but heâs even more so with you, Because when heâs drunk, he can let his guard down and actually show you just how much he likes you.Â
Itâs been hard for him to live with you when heâs so attracted to you. He wants you and bad. And not just sexually, but in every way possible. What he really wants is to be your boyfriend even though he doesnât exactly know how to be one because heâs never wanted to be. Until now. He wants to be yours.Â
And he has no idea that you feel the exact same way. Youâve been crushing on him since you met him, only telling Steve who has been trying to set the two of you up since you had moved in with the two of them and so far he has had no luck. He doesnât know why itâs so difficult considering that itâs so obvious how the two of you feel about each other.Â
âAll good,â Eddie says and you turn around to see that heâs dressed in a band t-shirt and his underwear. You both move to the bed and heâs quick to pull you into his arms, squeezing you tight as he lets out a contented sigh.Â
âBefore you go to sleep, drink up,â you tell him, reaching over him to grab the glass of water and pain reliever you had put on his bedside table. He sits up and takes the pain reliever before chugging the glass of water. Heâs only doing it to make you happy because heâs already sober again since he really didnât have that much to drink.Â
Once the glass is empty, Eddie sets it back on the table and is quick to pull you back into his arms, dropping a kiss to your forehead, and just when you think heâs going to pull away, he presses another one to your nose, followed by a peck to your lips. He pulls away then, a blush rising to his cheeks and this time, you know itâs not from the alcohol.Â
Heâs panicking now as he watches your eyes widen, seeing the gears turn in your head. Heâs about to turn off the lamp and go to sleep to pretend the whole thing never happened, but your turn his face to yours, your hand moving up to rest on his jaw as you bring his mouth down to yours.Â
This kiss is soft and sweet at first, but it quickly escalates as Eddie places himself on top of you, his legs tangling with yours as his hands slowly slide up your shirt but donât move any further, only gently resting on your hips. Your hands slide into his hair and just when your tongue swipes along his bottom lip, he pulls away, a smile breaking out on his face.Â
âI love you,â he says and youâre surprised by him for the second time tonight. But you smile too and roll your bodies over so that heâs the one under you.Â
âI love you too, Eddie,â you reply and go in for another kiss before lowering yourself down onto him and resting your head on his chest and he squeezes you tight again, letting out yet another contented sigh as heâs finally gotten the girl. And this time, he didnât need Steveâs help to do it.
#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff
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This party is boring... wanna leave?
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Summary: The party you are in is boring, so you ask a cute nerd guy to leave with you... that is, until you find out this is his birthday party. Â Maybe a gift and a happy birthday will fix his sad evening.
â§Pairing: Michael Gavey x Fem!Reader
â§Warnings: MDNI 18+, p in v, virginity loss, oral (m receiving), overall sweet, michael being a total nerd virgin.
â§Word Count: 7.8k
â§AO3 link: here
note: so i saw this tweet in my 2020 ig histories and i said... michael gavey coded, and here we are. Here is the original tweet (wendy and joy from red velvet haha) and AGAIN this is infinite i swear i am allergic to write things under 5k
Michael couldnât be more excited. He looks proudly at the poster indicating the date and place of his birthday.Â
Nothing too glamorous, he rented one of the halls for hire in Oxford, the same one that they used for the Christmas party that (to no oneâs surprise) he wasnât invited. But he intended to do something fun about it, with the pool table and maybe some game algebraic beer pong. Who knows? It was his birthday, so he did the rules.
And he had a few friends he could invite, of course, renting a whole hall seemsâŚ. exaggerated, but truly, he couldnât get a pool table in his room. He paid for this only for the pool table. Besides, he liked his Norman no mates friends. Friends if you could call them that; they were as friend to him as Oliver Quick once was. Just that this once⌠he wonât get too attached.
Well, âfriendsâ would actually be mates from the chess club, so they werenât exactly popular these days. They barely had a girl in the group, so they werenât great with girls either. Besides, the only other girl that he knew had agoraphobia so⌠it wasnât happening.Â
His mum made some little biscuits and cupcakes for his day, since she came to have a little celebration just for him and her in a near-by cafe at college. He could skip a few classes to be with his mum on his birthday, after all.Â
The night started interestingly. The space was obviously much larger than what he thought it could be, so they hung around the couch and the pool table. He felt the victory as he won two chess matches and a pool game. Maybe it was birthday luck, since everything was coming up as great.
As they talked about which opening was their favourite, Michael heard a little knock. Once he approached the crystal door, he saw Oliver with Felix by his side, with some liquor bottles.Â
Michael frowned a bit, as he was pretty sure he rented the room, he did it with a lot of anticipation and made sure no one else did before him. And it was crystal clear that he didnât invite Oliver. Sure, in their friendship, he once or twice talked about doing something about his birthday, but he never invited Oliver.Â
âHey Mikeyâ Oliver says, with an shit eating grin, and Michael has to roll his eyes, by how smug and prideful he looked. An absolute jerk, if you asked him. Oliver didnât even wear his glasses anymore, and was all parties and relevancy thanks to Felix. âCome onâ
Before Michael could stop them, Oliver passes by his side, as Felix follows him patting Michaelâs shoulder with a smirk (he could swear it was in a patronising way) and people follow from behind as Oliver looks in the room for the music speaker of the rented room.
Michael walked as the crowd quickly dispersed, and he grabbed the few gifts he received, and looked at his distressed mates.Â
âOliver you cannot be here, I rented the roomâ Michael screams as the room noise is quick to appear, so different from the silence of their small reunion.Â
âI saw your pamphletâ Oliver says nonchalantly as he successfully manages to get the aux cable. âBirthday, eh?â He says mockingly
âI rented it! You have to get outâ He says almost screaming, as the same way he did once they met, when he asked Oliver to say a sum for him to say.
âIf you can get all of us out, mate⌠sureâ Oliver shrugs, clearly not minding.
Michael looks defeated. Even if he stands there, angry, with the few gift bags on his hands, he feels embarrassed. He wanted to do one nice thing for himself, just once. It wasnât as cheap to rent a hall for his birthday (he couldnât do it anywhere else, truly, but he thinks that maybe the pub would have been nice even if few of his mates didnât drink beer)
The room fills very quickly, sitting on the couches and talking as they get vases with something to drink, or beer cans.
âMichaelâ two of his friends approach him, and he looks at them âWe could rescue the biscuits and the cakeâ They say proudly as they have it in his hands.Â
He couldnât fake to look at least smug, so he nods a bit numbly. âYeah, sure.â He says a bit disoriented, looking around âThe rest left?â
âThis was not a party, we assumedâŚâÂ
âNot really our thing. Though Tim and Steve stayed to see if they could get any girlsâÂ
Michael hums, and he doesnât know what to exactly think, since he didnât expect this. He was organised, he liked things to be as he already planned. It made him secure, and it was only logical. But this interruption made him anxious.
âI gotta save the pool ballsâ He says to his friends âThey are going to fine me if I lose one of themâÂ
âWhat⌠we do with this?â His friend asks about the food.
âUhm⌠take the biscuits with youâŚâ Michael says. âAnd the cake⌠leave it on the library next to the pool table, and hide it⌠pleaseâÂ
As he collects the pool balls, and walks upstairs to return them, he is very downhearted. He remembers the time that he invited his friends from school and only his cousins and his neighbour appeared to his party; very embarrassing and he hated celebrating his birthday with a party ever since. It was mostly his mum and granny, with his dog and cat. Nothing else, nothing too fancy.
He comes back for the cake as he tries to explain the situation to the people that manage the rented halls, there was not much for them to do, and he is suspicious that maybe Oliver or Felix paid them to keep the room. At least they promised not to charge if anything broke, and he was happy with that.
So, money wasted, party ruined and they couldnât even sing to him happy birthday.Â
He walks from between the crowd as he steals a beer. Fuck it, it wasnât eve stealing since they ruined his party. He takes a break, since he feels really discouraged. He knows his mates are not really social butterflies, but more leaning to being socially anxious. He might need to apologise, and even face the idea that they might be annoyed at him, and maybe theyâll kick him out from the chess team.
He drinks his beer, looking at how Oliver and Felix hyped the whole thing out, people sitting on the pool table⌠He hopes his cake is intact. He looks at his beer can as he move it a little to stir the liquid (he totally doesnât want to look miserable AND like an imbecile)
âHeyâ A voice calls him as he drinks from his beer. He has to look up to the prettiest girl that has ever approached him, probably. You wear a pink pleated mini skirt, with a short baby pink hoodie that he could see your bright pink bra underneath. God, it was a lot of pink in one person.Â
You look at him as he blinks a bit, and you look at him with an alluring smile as if waiting for him to say something, and once he doesnât, you continue.
âThis party is kinda boringâ you start saying, with a soft smile and a bright in your eyes as you look at him, doing all your best efforts to flirt with him âDo you wanna leave together?â
Michael blinks a bit as he looks at you, trying to process the words in his head but he fails. âUh⌠this is my birthday partyâ he admits embarrassed and awkwardly, as he looks away to not face the shame, and he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
âOhâ you say looking at him, your smile fading a bit, a bit worried about your comment. âOh, Iâm sorryâ you say, grabbing his forearm. âDidnât mean to be rudeâ
âNo problemâ he says, looking at how your hand rests on his forearm, almost caressing it slowly.Â
âI suppose you didnât invite all these people, did you? It was kind of a last minute callâ you say looking at him, actually interested in him. âYou seem pretty out of place for thatâ
âNo⌠It was for me and my matesâÂ
âOhhâŚâ You say looking around, and you feel a bit of pity, which he doesnât want nor needs. âWell, I would have brought a gift.â You say, trying to cheer him up âWhat is your name?â
Did they send you to make fun of him? Must be.
âMichael Gaveyâ He says, and he refuses to look at you, not to give you or them the satisfaction.
âMichaelâ you repeat, and you tell him your name too. âYou are cuteâ you add.
He blushes and looks at you as if you just insulted him, his eyes open and he frowns a bit. He turns his head away in shame.
âThank youâ he murmurs, not sure of what to think.Â
âSo⌠your birthday is today.â You say tapping your thighs a bit. âHow⌠randomly, I didnât knowâ
âI like my birthdayâ He murmurs, drinking his beer hesitantly âTisâ the day of PiâÂ
âDay of Pie?â You ask frowning, your arms in your back as you lean in the wall.Â
âOf Piâ he repeats ��Like the pi from mathsâ
âOhh, the circle thingâ You say nodding and smiling, as you now understand. âWhy is it the day of pi..? Ohh, it is because today itâs fourteen of Marchâ
âYeahâ He says, as he looks at his shoes a bit embarrassed. He usually would think you were stupid, who the fuck confuses Pi with Pie? But you were the only one caring enough.Â
âYou seem to like maths, like your.. Your shirtâ you say pointing it out at his maths pun, and he becomes aware that he has been, in fact, wearing that shirt all the time.Â
Fuck, did he really fought with Oliver and with the rental people with a Math pun shirt? No wonder no one took him seriously.
âAh, yeahâŚâ He says awkwardly. You were very much engaging in the conversation, scooping on his interests little by little.Â
âDo you know that I am flirting with you, right?â You say looking at him in the eyes and he looks from his shoes to your face, a bit surprised and panicked.
âEhm⌠me? What for?â
âBecause you are cute, like I saidâ you repeat âAnd it is your birthdayâ
âYou donât have to pity me because of thatâŚâ
âI am not pitying you. It is not why I like you. Come on, do you think I am pretty at least?â You ask as you change your body weight from one foot to the other while looking at him with the most alluring smile he has ever seen.Â
God, the question sounds stupid, because you are not only pretty, but you are the hottest girl ever, looking at him as he freezes in place. Your eyes could trap him, as enchanting as they were, and your diminutive clothing was driving him insane.Â
âEh⌠yesâ he murmurs. âVery prettyâŚâ
He seems perplexed about the straightforwardness of this whole thing, and he is very confused. Where has this night taken him?
âI meant what I said. The party⌠is meh. You and I could leave together, if you wantâÂ
He blinks, as his tongue wets his lips as he suddenly feels frozen in place. His eyes look at your expression as if you were joking, and he is unsure what to think.
âUh⌠well, I have to get my cake, really, m-my mates saved it on the back of the library in hopes nobody would find it..:â He starts saying, not really sure why he is telling you this.
âOkay, weâll search itâ you say without any problem about it. âI could sing happy birthday to you and you can blow the candlesâ
Thatâs how you are now following him like a puppy, as he takes out the cake from behind some decorations that weren't hiding the cake very well, but it is mostly intact.Â
You two walk together, to leave and Michael thinks that never felt so ashamed. He felt like doing the shame walk, as he passed through the people with a fucking birthday cake and a pretty girl following him.
âLetâs go to your dorm!â You tell him with a happy smile, your hand on his shoulder as you lean closer to tell him that as you both walk together.
He is confused how youâll give him a gift if they werenât in your room, but he accepts, as his dorm isnât actually so far away from the rented halls, so he guides you upstairs, and upstairs, at the point where he hears you whine because of your heels.
You look a bit amazed as he enters his dorm, leaving the cake on his desk and moving to turn on the bedside lamp. He looks around, and you are taking off your heels and being just in socks. He blinks as he looks at you. Doing that means sheâs comfortable here, he thinks.Â
âAh, ehâŚ. Have a seat in theâŚâ You sit on the edge of his bed, next to his pillows and he blinks. He wanted to say âin the desk chairâ but he guessed it was too late.
âYour bed is comfortableâ You say smiling as you pat your right side for him to sit by your side. âCome, sit!â
Michael blinks. He dries his sweat palm by rubbing his hands on his thighs a bit awkwardly, as he takes a seat on the edge of his bed by your side. Your legs were tucked under your body, already comfortable, while he is rigid and tense, all awkwardness in comparison.
âAnd your mates are still at the party?â You ask looking at him, batting your eyelashes at him with a sweet smile as you lean your body weight to your hand, right beside him.
âUhm⌠eh, well, they told me they left, so it was a bit rushed⌠I donât know, I could call them if you.. Want to sing to me happy birthday and thatâŚâ he says a bit hesitant, and he is a bit unsure of his words when you chuckle a bit, if you knew a secret âB-Because we couldnât⌠I mean we didnât have the time for that, and my mum bought that cake because it is my favourite..:â he rambles as his cheeks are pink with embarrassment.
You were divine. In more than one way, you were the prettiest girl that he had ever talked to. And you were also the first girl in his dorm. And this close to him. And the first one to be interested in him.Â
âAh, of course⌠I bet it is tasty, it is sweet that your mum bought it for your partyâ You say smiling, as you look at him âWell, I donât think we should call them hereâ
âUh⌠Why not? We arenât many, we are just seven, and with you we would be a pair number, so we could play a chess match since we are a pair. If you donât know I could teach youâ He offers. God, why did he accept this? Because you were pretty and all smiles with him, but he didnât know what women like you likedâŚ
âItâs not that, Mikeyâ you say softly, looking at him with an alluring smile, leaning slightly closer to him, which is dangerous, because it is the moment he has to decide if to look at your face or your tits. âIt is because I wanna give you a giftâ
Michael blinks. âOh.â
âYeah⌠It would be awkward if they were hereâ
His mind is numb, and he looks at you a bit confused â... Because they already gave me a gift?â
You have to suppress a laugh, as you shake your head and look down a bit. He takes the opportunity to look at your tits briefly.
âNoâŚâ You say again, with that damn tone that he canât decipher. âYou are not really good at hints, are you?â
He stays silent, looking at you as he tries to get it. âEh⌠no, but I am really good at mathsâŚâ
You chuckle a bit, as you look at his face with a look he (again) cannot decipher.Â
âOf course you areâ you say sitting slightly closer, and he stays still as he looks at you and your tits coming closer to him âYour birthday it is in the day of Piâ you made sure to say the last word correctly, emphasising on it, and he nods a bit.Â
âYeahâŚâ he murmurs looking at you as he licks his lips, and his glasses slide ever so slightly on his nose as he has to look down at your face
âI wanna give you a giftâŚâ you repeat, and it is now that he feels your hand slide to his thigh and closer to his crotch. And his breath freezes on his throat as he feels your hand move slowly to rub his dick from above his clothes, and the traitor practically gets hard instantly at something that isn't his own hand.Â
Michael practically freezes at your touch, as your hand slowly rubs his jeans where his erection was forming. Your eyes look at him as you smile, god, you were so provocative it made his brain go off. He couldn't take his eyes out of your face as he opened his mouth to pant a bit, a bit unsure of if to stop this or make it keep going. It is not like he doesnât want to do⌠this, but a little part of him still thinks you are just mocking him and probably there were popular jerks waiting outside to make fun of him for falling for someone so out of his league.Â
But you were so pretty, lookin at him with tender eyes. As he seems so hesitant about it all. It wasnât like he didnât want this, but he just⌠wasnât sure what to do, because this was confusing all his thoughts. How could he even impress you?Â
It is you who leans to capture his lips. On yours with a kiss, slow and calm, since he was so inexperienced. It was his first kiss, as a girl rubs his cock. He surely was dreaming.Â
âDo you want it?â
He blinks confused, his lips briefly open and all flustered as your hands keep on hardening his cock. âUm⌠yesâ He swallows hard as his eyes are closed due to how good (and strange) it feels. To have a girl doing this with him.
âYouâve done this before?â You ask looking at his eyes, and his glasses are sliding on his nose and he doesnâ even notice, and your hand pat his cock which makes him whimper a bit.Â
âEh⌠yes, but with myself. I mean, b-by myself, like with my hand, that isâŚâ
You giggle at his naiveness, and you add âI meant if you have ever had sexâ
Michael looks at you surprised, and he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose again. You were so direct, and this was unlike anything that had happened in his life. You confused him, with your plays and teases, he was more simple, and more straightforward. âNoâŚâ He whispers in reply, breathing a little heavily now as you squeeze him through his pants.Â
Your smile is confusing, since he doesnât know what it means. Well, he doesnât get the clue to. Most things you do anyways. âIt is your birthdayâ you repeat âMy treat, Iâll make you feel so good, Mikeyâ
He looks down at his pants as you unbuckle his belt. There was something about you, so seductive and sensual as you did all torturously slow. You werenât rushed, and even did it for his sake, as he looked so frozen by it all.Â
You turn your head to look up to him as you also zip down his pants. He tried to think about anything else, because he felt on fire.
âCan you take these off?â You ask him kindly, and he looks. Briefly confused. âI really wanna suck you offâ
Oh god. He almost cums on his pants. Oh god. He repeats on his mind as he moves a bit to take off his pants, at least to his knees. Oh god, oh god. His mind tried to remain sane, he tried to think about some maths, the comfort of simple logic tries to centre himself.Â
You look pleasantly surprised by his size, and you hummed in delight and he saw how you bite your lower lip. His cocks spring free, fully hard and the precum leaking out from the tip. He looked nervously at you, as his cock practically begged your attention and affections, and he could feel a turmoil form on his stomach as he pleaded with his eyes for you to do something about it.Â
âSo bigâŚâ you praise him with a smirk, and he looks away in shame as he blushes. It was a good thing, he thinks, but he cannot help but feel hesitant.
You gently grab the base as your left hand rests on his left thigh, helping you as you lean down to capture the tip on your mouth, and he leans slightly back as if trying to squirm away. He looks at you, overwhelmed at the warm and moist sensation around his cock, ever so slightly, but so intense at the same time. He pants as if he just ran a marathon, looking down at you as his balls tighten and feel so ready to cum. But he forces himself not to.
âOh⌠A-Ah, fuckâŚâ he says as you take his dick out of your mouth to lick it, from his balls to his tip. God, no one really prepares you to know how easy it is to cum when a girl sucks you off.
He tries to think of equations, some diagrams or anything, anything to not cum so fast. You have his cock again in your mouth, sucking on his tip and your tongue moves to tease him as well. He was going insane.
He looks at you, with your bright eyes full of delight and mischief looking up back at him, as his cock was deeper and deeper on your throat, making its way through your warm mouth.Â
And you didnât seem to mind how the drool was spilling out from your mouth, wettening your chin and how you gagged slightly the more deep you swallowed him. He was amazed, truly, looking down at you as you sucked him off.Â
It was different from how he imagined. He thought that at his first time, he would lead the way, he would be confident (because he knew about porn and how these things worked) and he would be dominant enough. Yet now, he feels unsure, trembling as his balls shaked in need to release, because you were amazing and so hot.Â
Maybe he didnât know a thing about this all. He thinks, as his shoulders tense from how good the head of his cock feels in your warm throat. It sends shivers on his spine and he has to whimper pathetically.Â
âYou are so perfectâŚ, I swearâ He mumbles without breath, whimpering pathetically. You would have giggled, because he didnât need to swear, but he was cute to do so.
You move your hand to take the hair out of his face, and you grab his right hand, and he doesnt get at first what you mean, until you let his hand on your hair, it is when he understands that you want him to guide you and move his hips.Â
His own hips hesitate at the beginning , strange at how he is supposed to move without looking ridiculous or being uncomfortable. Instead, he takes your hair carefully, with both hands as he leaves a deep breath out.Â
His little whimpers are amazing, and so hot, you love to hear it. It was almost quiet, very low, but it was a delight to hear how he whimpers as his cock twitches in your mouth.
He moves your hair up and down on his body, fucking your face slowly. He didnât want to be reckless, and when you needed to, he allowed you to have air from time to time.Â
His balls were on fire, and his dick was so hard and it felt so good as you deepthroated him that he was at the verge of cumming.Â
âIâm⌠oh, I'm going to cum, mâsorryâŚâ he whimpers, moving your head onto his cock more harshly, but still careful not to make a mess and make you choke on his cock. He would feel bad if he hurt you like that, especially when you do him a favour.
His hips hesitate as he starts cumming, and he releases your head because he guesses it could be overwhelming. But you do not back away, rather swallow all of his spending in your mouth, savouring it delighted as you looked up to him, and he opened his mouth in awe.Â
You were his wettest dream come true.
What are the chances, the possibility that a pretty girl like you, just looked at him and decided to do this? To give him the best head ever? To help him lose his virginity, thinking he is worth the chance when you are out of his league?Â
He is a man of mathematics and logic. And even being good at probability, he knew the chances were almost zero. Almost.
And you looked so brightly at him as you cleaned some of his cum dripping down from your chin and licking it, not to waste a bit.Â
âIt⌠it was good?â
âYeahâ you say without a breath, as you smile. âI love your dick, it is so⌠amazingâ He can almost cum again when he sees you lick your lips.
âOh.â He says a bit flustered, his mind almost numb from his orgasm. âT-Thank youâŚâÂ
It is your smile who makes him smile a bit, awkwardly and with his cheeks red. He cannot believe this is luck. He is dumb struck, looking at your lovely face with still red cheeks and a wide smile. And you just sucked him off.
He is guilty, and he looks down at your tits for a brief moment, but looks quickly at your face, as if ashamed of doing that. But you still have that alluring smile, looking at him. He still doesnât get what it means, but he goes along with the flow.Â
âYou wanna see my tits?â You ask with a sweet tone, as if it was the normalest question ever. You have seen his eyes drop to your breasts and then to your face, it was cute.
Oh my god. He will likely cum immediately at the sight. He knows it, and his cheeks are red as he thinks of your question.
âYeah, pleaseâŚâ He asks without breath, as he accommodates in bed trying for his cock not to give him away.Â
âI would have worn something way cuter if I knew this was going to happenâ You explain taking out your jacket, and to his no-surprise, you didnât wear a shirt underneath, just the bright pink bra that poked out of your jacket.Â
âYou look beautifulâ he murmurs looking at your still clothed breasts, and he then looks up to your face. âYou⌠If this is your less fancy outfit, then god damn meâÂ
You giggle at his words, he surely was odd from all the guys you knew. Perhaps his lack of experience, perhaps his nerdy personality. You donât know, but you find yourself wanting to do all filthy and kinky things with this nerdy man.
You take off your bra, with quickness, as he looks at you completely mesmerised by your nakedness in front of him. He blinks at your perky nipples completely to his sight, and his mind just goes off. He is pretty sure that if you asked him what 1 plus 1 was, heâd say a pair of fine tits.
âYou can touch me, Mikeyâ you say with a teasing tone, that makes him look at your expression for a brief moment. âLike you can grope my tits and allâŚâ
The boldness of her offer makes him salivate, he is sure, and the desire within him is just intense and he knows he has to. His left hand reaches out cautiously and grasps your right breast.Â
Your soft sigh is enough for him to do it slightly more confidently, but still not too harsh. He doesnât actually know how hard it hurts if someone gropes too aggressively, and so he prefers to be gentle with you, because you deserve all of it.Â
âHere. Give me your other handâ You say, and before you can extend your hand to grab his, his right hand goes to your other breasts, as if he was waiting for it.
Your breath hitches before you giggle a bit, as he doesnât understand you. His face is red, from embarrassment, from touching a girl, a very much real girl that desires him too, and from awkwardness in him.
âI meant, give me your handâ You say taking his right hand from your breast and he doesnât wanna let go, but he does anyway. âI wanna⌠Mm. I wanna to show you somethingâ
Again with coded words, he was unaware of its meaning. But he waited for you to tell him, as you looked at him with a smile as you waited for him to say it.
âOh, uhâŚâ Michael mutters as his brain finally took notice it was his turn to say something. âEh⌠okay? Show meâŚâ he says unsure what to say.
You guide his left hand down, under your skirt. He just noticed that you had not taken off your skirt yet, as he was still clothed and with his pants down. But he didnât mind it so much as you pressed his hand against your clothed pussy.Â
âYou.. Y-You are really wetâ he says slightly amazed, and you nod with a smile as he just leaves his hand there, a bit amazed as his fingers do the slightest move to spread the wetness on his fingers. You hum in delight as you feel how bold he might be becoming.Â
âYeah, I amâ you nod to him with a smile, and he looks at you flustered, as he leaves an awkward chuckle. âAnd your cock is hard againâ
He looked down at his dick, and in fact, he was getting hard again. He looked back at you, and he smiled a bit embarrassed. You were also smiling, and that was the only clue he got to know that you were having the time of your life.
âItâs because you are so hotâŚâ he says in a weak attempt to justify himself. âand so prettyâ
You laugh, as you kneel slightly to take off your skirt and kick it somewhere in his bedroom. You were only wearing your panties now, and he felt like a salivating dog wagging his tail at the sight. God he was pathetic.
He looked at you, and before he could try to do anything, you say.
âIt will be better if you sit properly in the bed, not the edge. So you can lean back in the pillowsâ
He has no idea why he should lean back in the pillows, but again, he is not the one doing demands in this. In his eyes, you are doing him a favour, this was his wettest dream, and you surely got nothing from it.
He takes off his pants and he crawls to sit in the bed, his back against the pillows (he used at least three, he found it more comfortable) and so he watched at you with a smile, as you kneel up again, now to take off your panties.
âI swear that if i knew, I would have worn a prettier pair of underwearâ you start teasingly, as you move your hands to the sides of your panties to take them off.
Oh god, he thinks once again, as the image of a naked woman is enough to send him into numbness again. He was just gaining confidence to take some part in this, but he was just so inexperienced, he had to decide on either cum desperately or trying to last longer, and he didnât know that the last took all of his brain energy.
âHereâ You say, grabbing his hand and leaving your panties in his hand. He looks at you, and you add âAnother gift. You can keep itâÂ
He looks at you, slightly amazed by it. He holds your panties in his hand, and he can feel the wetness of it, knowing that you were (and are) so wet right now drives him insane. He looks at you and he blinks a bit surprised, and honestly, much more aroused.Â
âThank you..â he says as he appreciates this odd gift. He has no idea what use it may have apart from the sentimental one, but maybe it is like his own trophy?Â
You get comfortable, still kneeling on the bed, you crawl to be atop of his lap. Each knee on the side of his thighs, and he has to look up to see you. Maybe his favourite part about this is how your tits are in front of his face. He loves it.
âYour handâ She asks, and when she extends her hand he is clever enough not to make the same mistake twice. He passes her his hand, and she guides it to her pussy once again.
Now he knows. Why men went to war for women. Why Troy was destroyed, for stealing one woman. Why men went insane for the touch of a woman. He gets it now.Â
Your pussy drips wet as he touches it; bare and warm. He is surprised, in all honesty, as his fingers are rigidly moving forward and back. It is not rough; but it is rigid enough to let know his inexperience in the matter.
âI wanna make you feel goodâ He says looking at you, almost begging for you to teach him how. He wants to know the secrets that could have you squirm and moan crazily over him, as he was over you.Â
âThis is about youâ You say, your hands moving to the edge of his shirt, to take it off from him. He helps you in it, and he leaves a breath as now both of you were naked in front of each other.
Your soft hand caresses his chest. He is no muscular guy; yet you caress him so tenderly that he has to look at you with that puppy look. He really wants to make you feel good.
âTell me what to do.â He asks again, he looks pathetically needy to you; eager to make you cum on his fingers, and eager to learn how to please you. His fingers linger hesitantly around your pussy, and he does his best guiding himself from little experience and instinct.Â
You smirk as you bite your lower lip as you let a little whimper out. He was cute and hot, more than most guys you knew from before. Maybe getting with the nerd was a fantastic idea.
âI want you to fuck meâ You say instead, smiling at him âI want your cock, not your fingers- for now. Besides, this is about you. You are the birthday boyâ
As your hips lower on his lap, he takes off his fingers and looks at you sitting above his cock. You grind slightly as he opens his mouth agape slightly, the mere thought of fucking you has him all excited, and aroused.
âI do wanna.. Do thatâ Michael says with a longing smile, as you nod to him. The feeling of your pussy rubbing against his own dick. He canât take it anymore, he longs for you too much.Â
He is clumsy as he moves his hips, the head of his cock passing eagerly through your folds in search of your entrance, and he looks up at you as you moan at the feeling. He got something right.Â
His puppy eyes catch your attention as his tip presses on your centre, and you look down at him a bit breathlessly. âYou canât cum so fast, Mikey. I want you to enjoy itâ He nods when you tell him that, and he leaves a shaky breath at the feeling.Â
âI⌠Iâll tryâŚâ He says looking at you, trying his best to hold back. But your body is too tempting for him. He is going to pass out, surely.
You move to search for something in your clothes, and you take a condom from somewhere. He isnât too sure. He is looking at the ceiling waiting for you as he thinks on some hard equation from class, and he tries for the burning turmoil on his belly, full of lust and desire to calm down even a bit. He wants to have you moaning on his cock so hard, he will need strength.
Your movement is fluid when you put the condom on his length, and he is sure you have done this so many times. On other occasions, heâll think something witty about it, but now he is rather intimidated. How is he supposed to compete with your experiences?
You move your hips slightly, as you start to sit down on his cock from one move. Slow and soft, he is sure you make sure it isnât so intense for him, as your walls have a tight grip on his hard cock, and the feeling of finally being inside of a woman is incredibly intimate. His cock pulsates on your insides, and he has to look down, enjoying the sight of his thick cock stretching your pussy.
âFuckâŚâ You say breathlessly as you throw your head back, moaning in delight as you move your hips slightly.
âYouâre so warm⌠and thigh..â he pants, his hands go to your hips as you ride him.Â
âIt feels nice?â
âMore than thatâ He says looking up to you, and he whimpers as you move your hips.Â
âIâll let you get used to it.â You tell him softly âI think it could be a bit overwhelming, I guessâ
âYeah. A bitâ he says with an awkward smile which makes you smile too, and you grab his cheeks as you lean a bit to kiss him softly.Â
His enthusiasm is endearing, as he tries to passionately kiss you, but you are sticking with the slowness of it all. He whimpers a bit on your mouth as he can feel how your cunt tightens around him.Â
Once you are apart, his glasses are again slowly sliding down on the bridge of his nose and you bite your lower lip as you hold a moan. God, what a hot nerd you are fucking.
âYou are so amazingâ He murmurs, looking up to you âAnd you feel so goodâŚâ
âUh huhâŚâ You hum as you whimper a bit, and so does he.Â
âAnd I have⌠I have never done this beforeâŚâ He mutters looking at where your pussy swallows his dick.
âI knowâ You say, giving him a peck. âBut you make me so aroused, so hotâŚâ
Michael blinks a bit confused, but he gains slight confidence in this. He nods at you and he lets his hands fall by the side of your legs, and he can only focus on the way that you ride him. You squeeze him, in all the way he can think of. Your cunt is squeezing his shaft. Your knees are squeezing his legs. All of your existence squeezes him, and he loves the feeling.Â
He looks up at your face, you are moaning openly and you have your eyes closed as your hands rest on his biceps, helping you bounce on his cock. You look amazing.Â
And your tits, God, your tits. Bouncing on his face as you ride him, all perky and perfect for him, and the sight of your tits make him leak more precum in the condom, as he tilts his hips slightly up so he gets deeper in the warmth of your cunt.
He stays looking at you, while his balls are tightening at how wet your pussy is. He is mesmerised by you, he cannot even find himself letting any sound out of his mouth. He is almost numb, looking at you as he makes you moan like this.Â
He is making you moan desperately as you ride him. He is the one responsible to see how aroused he truly has you. You lean your body closer to his chest, moaning as you ride him, and he bites his lip desperate to cum.Â
His own hips rut back to yours, thrusting clumsily as you sink down on his cock. Your pussy clenches around his cock, and heâs fully engrossed in the sensation.
Michael wants to cum so bad. He doesnât think he has ever been in such a need to cum.Itâs all his foggy mind can think of, cumming and you. And cumming in you, those two subjects interrelationate.Â
âTell meâ He pleads, which makes you look at him again âPlease, tell me how to make you cumâ
His puppy eyes, how his glasses are slightly off on him, makes you moan almost on his face.Â
âYour handâ You say, and he got the clue now. He is a quick learner, and instead of letting you hold his hand, he moves it down to your pussy.Â
You moan at the feeling of his hesitant hand there, and he laughs a bit breathlessly, growing slightly bolder and he loves how desperate you seem. âTeach meâ
âFine, fine, wait..â You say stopping your movements, as reluctant you both may be to that.
You lean slightly back, your hand goes to grab his knee to help you not fall. He can see more of your pussy like that, and you sigh as if trying to think clearly.
âHereâ You say, grabbing his wrist and moving it slightly up. He has no idea what you mean, but he is learning, so he follows your lead. âThis is my clit, so you rub it⌠Not harshly, not too aggressive. It can be intense, but⌠you have to do it gently. Firm, but gentlyâÂ
He has no idea how to do both, but heâll try. Before he can start, you grab his wrist again, and he is confused. What else is there that you take so long to say?!
You take his hand up, and your mouth is quick to engulf his index and middle finger inside, wettening them with your own saliva before letting them go; not without leaving a provocative lick beforehand.Â
âNowâ You say with a slight smile âJust gently.â You repeat, and he nods.
He is so going to cum just from seeing you lick his fingers so lustfully.Â
Michael tries his best, he does. His fingers find the little thing, so small, and he is unsure what response something so tiny could do. But anyways, he does as told. His fingers hesitate before rubbing slightly there, left to right at the beginning, and then up and down.
âF-Fuck!â You say almost closing your legs around his hand and dick, but you force yourself to remain open. Your other hand goes to hold you onto the mattress of the bed, so you donât fall. You are leaning backwards now, and he can see your body in all itâs glory.Â
It does have an amazing effect, he realises, as he rubs circles on your clit and you moan even higher, your legs tremble as you force them open, and you start lowering on his cock again. Unlike the last time, you donât take the time to make sure his cock enters and comes out fully, but you just grind against it, and when you move up and down, it is barely just in the base of his cock. But the tip? It never leaves your wetness.
He wishes he could see the bump of his cock on your belly. He looks at your abdomen, and he can practically imagine how the shape of his cock would poke out from your abdomen. Â
âI want to cumâ He says, panting as his brain is overwhelmed. He is overdoing things, he tries to rationalise this, but between rubbing your clit, your cunt wrapping around his cock and his moans leaving his mouth, he feels like he will pass out any moment now.
âM-Me tooâ You whine, desperate as your hips rut more desperate on his cock, and that turns him even more.Â
He has made a girl desperate for him. And heâll make a girl cum on his cock.
Michael makes sure to rub your clit in a delicious manner. Or what he guesses is a delicious manner. And since you almost sob your moans, heâd say he is doing a fucking amazing job.Â
âFUCKâ He says as he feels your cunt squeeze him so much, that his mind practically goes blank âI-Iâm cummingâ He barely gets the words out as he feels himself spent on the condom inside.
He moans, loudly, it could be embarrassing if it wasnât so pleasurable, and he has to throw his head back from the pleasure on how his shoulders tense up.
You grab his wrist, and he gets the clue that he has to keep his touch on your clit. Your cheeks are red from stimulation, and as he pants and whimpers from his orgasm, as he rubs your clit. It doesnât take long, as you practically cum all over his cock, milking his dick and making sure his balls go empty.Â
Even if he orgasmed first, your peak leaves him dry, and spent in more than one way. He doesnât think he will ever hear a girl moan so loud and pleased as you when you cum thanks to him.Â
When you fall to his side, he takes off the condom, leaving it on his bedside table. He looks at you, panting hard on his side, and he feels the same, as he looks at you, still mesmerised by you.Â
He searches for your hand, awkwardly, and he moves you slightly closer to him.Â
You both remain breathlessly, pants as you two face the ceiling.Â
âSoâ You start saying, and he turns his head to yours, and you have another of your mischievous, alluring smiles on your face. âHave you blown the candles?â
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Elite Bodyguard Series: Pt.10
Desperation
Male reader x Jeon Somi
Tags: Smut, literally face fucking, daddy kink
2.8k Words
You have a history with Somi. Back when you were a freshly new bodyguard, she repeatedly sought out your services. Regardless of whether the close relationship you shared with her is just a distant memory for you, she still thinks of you from time to timeâperhaps more often than you'd expect. And here you are, reminiscing about the old days and walking in front of Somi as she follows behind.
âOppa, yâknow my song was inspired by you.â
âFast Forward?â
Thereâs a reason why Somi isnât your client anymoreâshe switched agencies, thatâs the only reason. You advanced quickly, gaining many celebrity clients along the way. Itâs the law of attraction: when people seek top talent, companies turn to you. And when Somi needed to make a decision on her own career as an idol, she only had two choices: move to a different agency or continue to have you by her side. It was a hard choice for Somi until she came to the obvious conclusion. You didnât hold any resentment; you understood her decision. This was all business anyways.
However, the glares in your eyes weren't always so friendly. Your presence was already intimidating, with the black suit, sunglasses, earpiece, and sometimes even a holster at your hip. You didn't smile much, but you got the job done. Initially, Somi thought you were a cold person, but that changed once you became her regular bodyguard. The more time she spent with you, the more her perception shifted. Despite your cold and intimidating appearance, you cared for and protected your client. That was the job you had signed up for.
âI took part in the lyrics,â Somi says, causing you to stop short before opening the door and look back at her.
âWhat do I have to do with your song?â
âI donât know,â she mumbles. âJust.. just missed you, Oppa. Donât you miss me too?â
You couldn't give her an answer when she expected a 'yes,' but you remained silent. Was it wrong to forget about her? You had her phone number, but you never called or texted. Not even to wish her something like a 'Happy Birthday' or 'Happy New Year.'
Somi glances around to make sure no one is watching. Once she's certain both of you are alone, she takes your hand. âI know we are parting ways again after this. But can we catch up? I donât want you to leave.â
âI think your manager is waiting, Somi. We can catch up next time. Promise?â
âBut remember the promise you made with me last time?â
You're clueless. Her question was too vague. It's been years. "What promise?"
âMay I come over, Oppa? Youâve seen my place. I never saw yours.â
Somi never slept with you, but it was obvious that she wanted to fuck at the hotel when you went overseas with her, which didn't went her way anyways since this was all business. âDoes Chaeyoung talk about me to you, Somi? Iâm sure she said something.â
âOppa, just once. Please?â Somiâs begging for you straightforwardly, you can tell from her eyes that sheâs been lonely for far too long. âArenât we close? How many years have we not seen each other? Itâs been too long, Oppa.â
Thereâs also not a single lie that you can tell Somi was interested in you, not just sexually, but also romantically. When times change, itâs questionable when you and Somi parted ways.
âEnnik,â you say softly. âSomi.â
âYes?â she smiles and lets go of your hand.
âCome home with me.â
She chuckles, âfinally, youâre not playing hard for once.â
âââ
âDaddy?â Somi says cautiously out of the blue as you pull into the driveway.
âIs that like one of your kinks?â you chuckle.
âYou donât like it?â
âIâm not judging. I donât mind it, Somi.â You turn the car off and close the garage door. âLetâs go inside.â
She's unusually quiet, waiting impatiently as you both exit the car and walk inside. There's no doubt that Somi won't let you off the hook the moment you step in. She's hungry. She's lonely. As you shut the door calmly, before you can even turn around, she gets on her knees with her hands in her lap, looking up at you desperately.
"Give it to me, Daddy," she softly pleads once you see her kneeling, slowly placing her hands on your pants and pulls down slowly.
âSomi,â you take a breath, "how much did you missed me?"
"So much." Somi leans closer, staring right at you from below and getting a whiff of your crotch.
"Then show me how much you missed me. Be a good girl."
Somi doesn't respond, but you can see it in her eyes that she wants to be proven worthy. And slowly, Somi bites onto the waistband of your boxers, then pulls it down with a wicked smirk, and you felt her nose dragging against your skin.
Sheâs not someone who you just met. You know that she's a horny one at heart. Somi didn't want to waste any time. Her breaths came shallow and quick, as if each breath were full of desperation. She gulps and stares at your cock the moment it flings out of your boxers. But before you give her a taste, what's the fun without a small tease? You already have her in a chokehold, and she wouldnât want to escape it.
"Take off your shirt," you demand, caressing her cheeks. Somi didn't even hesitate and takes off her shirt, revealing a black bra as you stare at her cleavage. Her tit's are round and perfect, more than enough to where you would want your face in between.
âGood girl.â you say, smirking.
She leans closer again and only stares at you after a quick kiss on the tip of your cock. âIâve been fantasizing about you. I thought about you late last night."
âIâll make it come true, Somi.â You say, brushing her hair and getting a clear view of her beauty. Once her mouth opened, she wanted only one thing: to taste you. But knowing how desperate Somi is, you're not letting her. Not this easily. You pull her hair back and she gasp, staring up to meet your gaze.
Somi gulps, which was loud in this quiet house. âDaddy,â she whispers. You saw your own reflection in her eyes as she looks at you.
âOpen your mouth,â you say, wanting to be in control. Quietly, she opens her mouth without hesitation and you slap your cock right on her cheeks, not once, but twice as she flinches and smiles, then Somi wickedly chuckles.
âIâm such a slut for you.â
âIt should be that way,â you say, a deeper tone that made her heart to start fluttering. Your cock was right in front of Somi. Sheâs impatiently waiting like a good girl. âKeep your mouth open and your tongue out.â
Again, she listens to everything you demanded. Her eyes gleamed, begging you so desperately to the point sheâll do anything just for a small taste. And as youâre curious to how desperate she was, her salvia starts to drip off the tip of her tongue.
You slap your cock right on her tongue, then held her nape with no intentions on letting Somi have it her way. Youâre planning to ruin her face. She deserves it. Thereâs no excuse if Somiâs been waiting for this day. And with a small thrust into her mouth, she chokes once you reached the back of her throat. You push harder, slowly every few seconds without pulling out your cock.
Somi's throat expands, and you could feel her trying to choke, when itâs only a weak one with your cock deep in her throat. She leans back, almost falling behind, and you intentionally did it to pin her against the wall. She closes her eyes shut, face trembling to how deep your cock was in. Well, you werenât trying to make her pass out, but you did start to worry and gave Somi some room to breathe.
She takes a deep breath with your cock still in her mouth. Without a response, Somi grabs onto your hips, bobbing and tilting her head slowly. You couldnât help but smirk at how much of a slut you made her. There was no sense of pride from Somi. She's going crazy for your cock.
âGood girl,â you groan, complimenting Somi. âGo ahead, have it. Take it.â
âMhm,â she murmurs. Then thereâs a long hum, the type of hum of tasting something delightful. You felt her perfectly manicured nails digging into your skin as she grips harder and harder, cock disappearing in and out from her mouth. Saliva drips down from her chin and right onto her cleavage. You give a hard thrust and her headâs now against the wall, perfect as you smirk to what wicked intentions you have for her faceâa hard face fucking.
Somi closes her eyes, letting a tear out by how hard you were thrusting into her mouth. Itâs the tears of happiness that everyone gets after getting what theyâve been longing for. You decide to suddenly stop, still with your cock deep down in her throat. And with your thumb on her face, you wiped her tears, smudging her mascara in the process. She looked more of a slut at this point, and you arenât complain of seeing Somi like this when her hair is sticking to the wall.
âGood girl,â you say, more softly with a deeper tone. âYou look so fucking beautiful like this.â Praising her is a cheat code, she loves being complicated and praised at, especially if itâs from you. Youâre well aware of how much you meant to her. Itâs no secret.
And itâs clear that youâre using her mouth like a toy, sheâs choking and gagging. You could care less while you chase this peace of mind from a singerâs mouth. Somiâs not stopping you, neither would you want to.
âFuck,â you groan softly, taking a quick breath, and seeing how much of a mess her face was and pulls out. Saliva drips down to her tits after she spits more out to make a mess. You love it how sheâs just a slut taking your cock like thereâs no tomorrow. Her lips are coated in saliva as she worships your cock with her lips pressing right on it.
âAm I being a good girl, Daddy?â she mumbles, lips on the tip of your cock.
âYou are. Maybe you should stop talking and show me that youâre even better than a good girl.â Somiâs face was all fucked, a whole hot mess. Sheâs even more beautiful like this.
âI want it all over my face, Daddy.â
âShould maybe get ready then.â
You grab onto her face, squeezing her cheeks with your fingers and palm right on her chin to make Somi look up at you. You were once her love interest. You were her protector. And now, sheâs on her very knees, in a mess taking your aggression. Somi couldnât say anything, sheâs more mesmerized by your glare. You push your cock back into her mouth to make Somi gag and continue to choke all over your cock.
âFuck, your mouth feels so good,â you groan. Your cock was shoved deep down to the point it bulges out her throat. Her eyes are closed, tears slowly coming down her face. You felt saliva dripping all the way down to your balls. Her small mouth couldnât take it, but she's not stopping you from using her like a toy.
Your cock begins to throb, violently more as you keep shoving your cock into her mouth. Thereâs a whole mess on her tits as itâs drying out layer by layer. Somiâs taking it like a slut that she is. It doesnât matter how rough you were, Somi loves the way your cock throbs. After a deep gasp, and a moan, you pull out. Webs of saliva flows out her mouth and on your cock down to her chest.
She grabs onto your cock to start stroking it. Somi knew what to do. She wants to make you cum all over her face. Her hands squeezes your cock, stroking it faster and faster while looking up at you.
âMake me cum, Somi,â you uttered quickly. âIâll cum on your pretty face.â
âGive it to me, Daddy,â she murmurs. Her mouths wide open, tongues out, eyes all closed.
You cum by her small hands squeezing and stroking your cock, releasing all the built up sexual tension for years, but all Somi can feel was how much cum there was on her face. With a bright smile, and a couple flinches from cum shooting onto her face, she finally got her fantasy to come true. Itâs warm. Itâs thick. Just what sheâs been craving for.
Somiâs face is the definition of getting face fucked. Her hairs a mess, cum all over her lips, cheeks, and even up to her hair as she couldnât open her eyes but smile. Then strands of cum stretch and drip down her chin to her tits.
âWhat a mess,â she utters after swallowing your cum, and the biggest smile you saw from her today. Somi scoops all the cum on her face and licks every single finger.
âYouâre missing more, Somi,â you say, wanting her to lick your cock clean. She crawls on her knees to suck you off without a word. âThereâs some on your hair too.â
âItâs fine,â she says after pulling off your cock with a loud pop. âYou taste good.â
âWas I too aggressive?â
âKind of. Tolerable thought. But why should I complain?â She then leans in again to give your cock a quick kiss. Her chest is pumping after being used as a toy.
âWater?â you say, wanting to give her some care.
âNo,â she whispers shyly.
You grab your pants and gently hand Somi her shirt. Sheâs still on her knees with the shirt rolled up into a ball as she covers part of her chest. âItâs not a problem if you want get in my panties if youâre thinking about it right now.â
Well, you did give her a hard face fucking. Itâs only right that you give Somi a time to rest. As you put on your pants, sheâs just staring down at the floor, lost in thought.
âWhat are you thinking, Somi?â
âAre you gonna kick me out?â she says, looking up at you. Thereâs a pure moment of silence, you couldnât believe what she just said. After face fucking her? Why kick her out?
âDo you want me to, Somi?â you smirk, teasing her when you arenât planning on kicking her out.
âYou want my pussy? Iâll give it to you right now for as long as you want. Please let me stay for a while, Oppa. Please, Daddy?â
Youâre dumbfounded to why Somi thinks that youâll kick her out. âCalm down, let��s go sit on the couch. Iâm not telling you to leave.â
âOh,â she embarrassingly says and puts on her shirt. After Somi stands up, she follows you to the couch and sits right beside you. Somi couldn't belive that she got naked and took your cock like a slut. Neither did she want to fully admit of being one.
âHow was it since you changed agencies, Somi?â
âI really missed you. I couldnât stop thinking that I might of made the wrong choice to leave you behind. And now youâre with Twice.â
âIâm just a bodyguard,â you chuckle.
âSo what? Youâre so comfortable to be around with. Isnât it obvious?â
You shrug, âdonât know.â
âOppa,â she takes a deep breath. âWas it also obvious that I was interested in you?â
âIt was. Why are you bringing this up, Somi?â
âIf I canât buy your love, Iâll sell you my body. Thatâs the most I can do for you to want me in a way.â
You sigh, âthereâs gotta be a better way to word that, Somi. Câmon.â
She then sits closer to you and puts her head on your shoulders, âwe never had a proper farewell to each other. I want to thank you for everything.â
âItâs..not like Iâll never take you in as a client again, Somi. If both our schedules are right, I donât mind taking you.â
âReally, Oppa?â
âWhenâs your next concert? Iâll come with Chaeyoung.â
âWhy come with her when you can be alongside me like we used to? Be backstage and we can eat at a restaurant after with my manager. I want to treat you for everything youâve done with me.â
âJust text me, Somi. Iâll be there if your agency reaches out to me.â
âMhm, I canât thank you enough.â
âDo you plan on spending the night here?â
âIâm busy tomorrow morning, Oppa,â she sighs.
âIâll take you home later, Somi.â
A/N: Lost motivation to write more, but hope this is enough. Half ass edit too.
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Rockinâ Around The Christmas Tree
Y Batfam x Gn Reader
Synopsis: With your family all in town, they decide itâs finally time to decorate the Christmas tree.
Featuring: platonic Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne
2.1k words
Something I whipped up while I shoulda been studying for bio. All advice is appreciated!! Supposed to be a one-shot but I might make a part two who knows?
9 months, youâve been here. Sure there have been other holidays like Easter, birthdays, and Halloween, you just âwerenât adjusted enoughâ to celebrate them with Bruce and his family. it still feels wrong to celebrate Christmas even if youâre âadjustedâ. Years Before you havenât really had anyone to celebrate it with, but you still had the choice to celebrate how you wanted. In all honesty you preferred being alone, away from Dicks clinginess and anger issues. Jasonâs protectiveness was insufferable and you always get caught in the middle of his and Bruceâs fights. Timâs stalking and creepiness is so unsettling. Damianâs intense stares and demand for your attention drive you crazy. Bruceâs overall presence is just way too intense for you to handle.
Sitting in your room, eyes fixed on the book you're reading. Thereâs a fast knock, and your door swings right after. âEveryoneâs at the manor today, so we decided nowâs the perfect time to decorate the treeâ Dickâs voice filled with excitement. You never got a say in this decision, but then again when have you ever. âYou sure itâs not kinda early?â You question, carefully with the wording so you won't get in trouble for having an âattitudeâ whatever that means. Looking up you can see his grin, heâs clearly excited and you're almost jealous. It'd probably be a lot easier if you felt like them. âItâs already Decemberâ he answers dismissing your objection, now thereâs no way youâll be able to get out of decorating this tree. âAnd when is everyone in the family all here together at the same timeâ you do see his point, much to your disdain. Jason could never tolerate being in the same room as Bruce, only showing up when he was on longer missions or to whisk you away for the night. Damian had started to take on longer missions as well, although they only took about a week. Dick and Tim had their own teams to run, taking up a good portion of their time. These facts really made you jealous, being stuck here because of their selfishness while they still get to see the world made you hate them even more. âI guess you have a pointâ you agree, following Dick down the long hallway.
Holding your hand he led you to the living room. You want to pull away, but heâd probably just get upset and cling to you even more this evening. Grinding your teeth youâll just have to bare it until you get to the living room.
Clearly theyâve planned to do this for a while. boxes of decorations already clutter the big living room, Bruce is currently following Alfredâs instructions on how to set up the tree, Damian and Tim are digging through boxes, and Jason is untangling lights. Itâs honestly a very uncharacteristic scene of your âfamilyâ. this is probably the closest thing to normal youâll get tonight, might as well play along hoping no one will bother you too much tomorrow.
Dick makes his way over to some box, labelled ornaments. Still not letting go of your hand you try not to roll your eyes too hard, opting to help him sort through the box. âThese all gonna fit?â You mumble to yourself absentmindedly as you unwrap the ornaments, and gently set them on the table. âWeâll make it work.â Jason pipes up, finishing the lights. He motions you over, you assume part of the reason is to help him the other part to get back at Dick for something. Why else would he have such a shit eating smirk? Dick sends Jason a quick scowl in retaliation. God, all your doing is helping him with the lights, it really isnât that deep.
âKay Bridie, all you gotta do is wrap them âround the back once I pass them to ya.â Bridie is his nickname you know he knows you hate. He's obviously trying to get a rise out of you. Why else would he talk to you like your five. Bruce sends him a warning look, telling him not to push it. You roll eyes and nod your head giving him a response is probably the worst thing you could do right now, itâll just raise his ego and heâll tease you for the rest of the evening. As you and Jason pass the lights back and forth, it never really occurred to you just how tall this tree was. Wincing at the thought of how long this will take to decorate, let alone spending it with these people. Like everything else you don't have a choice, so you keep passing the lights forward. âSure youâll be able to reach the top?â He knows the answer, once again heâs just trying to get a reaction. âWeâll seeâ you know you wonât be able to reach, but thereâs a chance if you go on your tip toes and reach real hard. âI can always lift you if itâs too hardâ Jasonâs comment makes the family briefly pause what they are doing, Damian even shoots Jason a glare. Anythingâs better than that. So you stand on your tippiest of toes and reach as hard as you can, and youâre actually able to make it to the top. Much to the families relief, if Jason got to carry you like that itâs likely he won't let the others live it down
Dick seems done with unwrapping the Ornaments. Truthfully youâve never decorated a Christmas tree before, and all though youâd rather be anywhere but here thereâs still that inner child who has always dreamed of decorating their own tree. âYou gonna help me put them on babybird?â Dick asks, saying no will do more harm than good so you opt for a different excuse âWhat if I drop one though?â You ask, hoping heâll take the bait, knowing he'd never fall for it. âWeâll just clean it up then, no big deal.â Like always he doesnât fall for it, although you admit the excuse was kinda dumb. âIf you say soâ he has his grin from earlier, as he passes you the colourful ornaments. Looking closer at them itâs clear theyâre expensive, rightfully so theyâre beautiful with red and gold accents. As you look for the right spot to place them Dick comes up beside you, âdonât think to hard about it babybird, just put them on itâll all come togetherâ he can sense your growing anxiety and doesnât want to spoil your mood so early, so he keeps his space and offers words of encouragement. You're thankful at least he somewhat knows when to back off âI donât know, Iâve never done this beforeâ, you step closer to the tree not really knowing where to put it, so you just place it next to Dickâs. Pride swells in Dickâs chest, âjust like thatâ he encourages smiling to himself. Placing various ornaments on the whole tree you lost track of time, maybe because Dick was giving you some space to enjoy yourself for once. Whatever the case, as you decorated the tree your smile brightened the room, and was appreciated by everyone.
âWhy don't you put the star on top this year?â Bruceâs voice calm and content, his lips slightly upwards, which is the closest youâll ever get to a smile. âI wonât be able to reach the top thoughâ you were barely able to reach with the lights no way youâll be able to place the star on the very top. âDonât worry about thatâ Bruce says, passing you the gold star. itâs beautiful with intricate carved designs, itâs a little heavy. You wonder if itâs made of gold or not? âWhat do you mea-â before you can even finish your sentence you're hoisted up into the air by Bruce. You're a little mad he gave you no warning, but you're willing to let it go. Bruce probably wonât mention it again heâd probably just keep the memory for himself, he definitely would never tease you about it. As he holds you near the top of the tree, you secure the star on top. Smiling that bright smile as he brings you down, any earlier feelings of unease washing away as you let yourself get carried away with all the decorating.
âWhat candles should we light?â Tim approached you, holding three different candles in his arms. Grabbing the first one, dark green in colour it smelt like pine. âThat oneâs niceâ you note passing it back to him. The second a deep red smelled like peppermint and made you feel just a little nauseous. âIâm not into that oneâ passing it back to Tim who just sets it on the coffee table. Grabbing the last candle a light brown one, it smelt like a warm cozy cinnamon, you figure itâs the one that will make the room feel most welcoming. âI think we should light this one, what about you?â You ask, wanting to make sure heâd be okay with your choice. âI agree.â Tim says, not even bothering to smell the other candles. He leads you away from the tree and towards the mantle, the box still full of decorations beside it. Why is nothing done? What were they all doing while you and Dick were decorating the tree? âI kinda donât have a vision for the mantleâ Tim admits, you're pretty sure heâs lying and just wants this opportunity to be close with you. Although you're kinda getting into this whole decorating thing, itâs even starting to feel a little fun. So you're not as mad as you want to be. âOkay, I guess I can tryâ. Finding fake greenery, pinecones in the box, even some red ribbon. you're starting to get a vision of what you want to happen. Too tired to get up and do it yourself you start bossing Tim around. It's kinda fun, heâs good at following your instructions, always knowing how exactly you want the ribbon draped over the greenery and the exact spot you want the candle holders. Tim knows what heâs doing, he likes seeing you smile and hearing your voice even if that means youâre bossing him around, heâll gladly follow any order you give him.
âWe must hang up the family's stockings.â Damian states, motioning towards some sort of metal rack he put together. At least he did something. The rack is fixed with 7 hooks, they must have bought a new one to hold your additional stocking. âSureâ you smile âwhat box are they inâ you ask, âthat is the issue, someone did not label the box they put them in last yearâ he grumbles, shooting Dick a glare. You giggle âweâll find themâ. The family pauses for a beat, it had been months since they heard you laugh. Today truly is a day worth celebrating in their eyes. After about 15 minutes of searching you finally found them. âI found them!â You exclaim, and Damian turns around to sort through them with you. The stockings are actually kinda cute, red knitted socks with everyoneâs names on them. Your stocking was the exact same. You wonder how far in advance they had yours made? As you and Damian hung the stockings starting with Alfredâs and working your way down, you didnât expect yours to fit in so well when hung on the hooks but it didnât bother you, itâd be more weird if yours was out of place.
âIt actually looks kinda goodâ you hate to admit, but the warm lights radiating off the Christmas tree bring a nice ambiance to the room, the colorful ornaments adorned on every branch, and a sparkling star that rests on top. The Cinnamon scented Candles flicker on the mantel, draped with red ribbons and greenery. Each family member's stocking hanging in front of the fireplace waiting to be filled, the crackling fire really completes the look. Taking a step back to really appreciate the room you feel a sense of pride bubbling in your chest. âWhy wouldnât it, weâre the ones whoâs decorated itâ Damian states matter of factly, clearly also somewhat proud of his work. âI think this is the best itâs ever lookedâ Dickâs excitement still present from earlier. âYou got a point,â Jason agrees, with a small smile on his face. âItâs been a while since I got to relax like thisâ Tim states, smiling soaking in the view. âAlfred informed me dinner will be ready in about 10 minutes, why don't we start to head overâ. Oh god, youâre way too exhausted to deal with a family dinner.
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Accidental pt. 4
What happens when you accidentally kidnap the exact man you were looking for?
pairing: mob!bucky x reader
warning(s): canon level violence, kidnapping, profanity
a/n: itâs my birthday, so letâs celebrate with their date đ¤
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part 3
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"Oh, and one more thing," you say, catching the man's attention before he gets back into the SUV. He raises an eyebrow, you smirk. "Tell James he better damn well bring flowers."
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You sigh as you stare at your reflection in the mirror, smoothing out your blouse. You turn to the side to see the back of your outfit and straighten back out again.
âYouâre wearing pants to a fancy date with a crime lord?â Ellie asks, judgement lacing her question. You turn and raise an eyebrow at her, crossing the room to find the loafers you planned to wear.
âYeah. Problem?â You ask, not really caring about Ellieâs opinion of your date attire. After all, itâs really more of a business transaction than a date.
âYes! Heâs probably expecting a dress, heels! Something low cut! Youâre supposed to look sexy! You,â she pauses, gesturing to your body with an exasperated hand motion, âlook like a JCPenney commercial.â
You scoff, a smirk teasing your lips. âEllie, I donât care. First of all, I can run a hell of a lot easier in loafers than heels, in slacks than a dress. Second of all,â you pick up your handgun where it lie on your dresser and check the safety, âI canât hide this as easily in a dress.â Once youâre satisfied the safety is on, you tuck the gun away in the back of your pants, pulling your blouse back down over it. You look in the mirror again and fiddle with the tucking.
âShould I French tuck this?â
âYes,â Ellie says distractedly before continuing. âBut, Y/N, this guy is dangerous. You should play it safe. Itâs just a date, so be who he obviously wants you to be.â
You sigh, turning back around to look your sister in the eyes.
âEllie,â you say, tone dead serious. âWhy are you so afraid of him? What did he do to you?â
Ellie blanches and doesnât say anything. You sigh again turning back around to the mirror to fiddle with your hair, making sure itâs out of your face.
âI never saw him,â Ellie says suddenly. You watch her through the mirror where she sits on your bed staring at her hands. âI never saw him,â she starts again, âbut I donât think I was important enough for him to spare me his attention.
âI was at home making dinner when his men came for me. There was knock on the door, and when I answered, they stuck a bag over my head. Next thing I knew, I was in a dank, small room. There was a mattress on the floor for me to sleep, a toilet. Nothing else. I was there for maybe two days before someone came for me. I was taken to a conference room. There was a man there. I forget his name, but he was tall. Blond. He asked if I knew why I was there, I said I did, and he asked if I had any way to repay what I owed.â
âWhat did you owe?â
â750,000 dollars.â
âEllie! How do youâ? What? How?â Youâre shocked, unable to comprehend how your baby sister could owe anyone so much.
âI⌠I met this guy, Zemo. We were just friends, but he started taking me around his friends. His friends hung out in these speakeasy type clubs. They played poker and stuff. I donât know. I usually just watched, but after a few times, they talked me into it. Told me it was easy money, and, Y/N, I needed the money! So, I played, and I was doing really well. So I kept playing long after Zemo and his buddies left. I made so much down there, but I got too cocky and I lost an all-or-nothing. I played again to try and win it back, but it was like Iâd lost my mojo, like Iâd been playing on beginnerâs luck.â
âEllie,â you say sympathetically.
âI was $750,000 in debt and I couldnât pay it, but the man Iâd lost toâI think he felt badâhe said I could have 72 hours to get him his money. If I didnât get him the money in timeâŚâ She trails off and you realize youâre clenching your jaw. You consciously unclench it. Ellie takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly. âHe said if I didnât get the money to him in 72 hours he would just have to find another way for me to pay him back. I donât really know what he meant by that.
Anyway, the blond man asked if I could repay the money. I said no. He looked⌠sympathetic? He told me Iâd have to go back to the cell until they could find use for me. I was there until they brought me home.â
You sit next to her on the bed, circling your arm around her. âElle, Iâm so sorry. I wish youâd come to me for help. I wouldâve helped.â
âYou donât have that money, either. Plus, you are helping.â
âI guess.â
âWhat time is it?â
â6:30.â
âAre you nervous?â Ellie asks.
âI accidentally kidnapped the most powerful man in the city and threatened his life, sis. Iâm not nervous at all,â you say sarcastically.
Ellie opens her mouth to respond but is cut off by the ringing of your doorbell and a knock on the door. The two of you exchange a surprised look and you double check your watch: 6:34.
âHeâs early,â you say, standing as you take a deep breath and try to swallow your nerves.
âHey, youâve got this. I know it,â Ellie reassures you, but she makes no move to follow you as you leave the room and go to make good on your end of yours and Jamesâ bargain. Youâre settling her debt and she makes no further move to support you.
You sigh as you reach the front door, swallowing your nerves and the tiny bit of resentment for your sister forming. Swinging the door open, you come face to face with the same man you had kidnapped and assaulted the day before: James Barnes.
James is looking around him when you open the door, but his attention is immediately on you as the door opens. His striking blue eyes meet yours, take in your person, and meet your eyes again. He grins.
âYou look beautiful, Doll,â he says. He sounds breathless, completely blown away. You give him a questioning look, still so unsure of his motives.
âThank you. You clean up nice. Not being tied up to a chair suits you,â you say. Your words come out funny. The âthank youâ sounds somewhat genuine but the compliment comes out somewhat strained, like youâre not sure you should be saying it.
James ignores your tone and lets his grin widen. He then takes a hand out from behind his backâyou hadnât even noticed his hand was behind his backâand hands you a bouquet of blue hyacinths. You just stare at them for a while as your brain attempts to catch up with your eyes.
âYou actually brought flowers.â
âYou threatened me again,â he teases.
âJames, IâŚâ You trail off, speechless. You wonder how you keep getting away with threatening him. Most people would be, at best, locked away, at worst, dead.
âBucky.â
âWhat?â
âMy name,â he says, âis Bucky.â
You let your eyes trail from the hyacinths up to his eyes (you canât help but notice theyâre the same color), and you think that he looks shyâtimid. JamesâBuckyâlooks like he is nervous to ask you to call him by this other name.
âBucky?â You ask, and, against your better judgment, as you ask it, you pull back your front door and step aside, inviting him into your home. He looks equally surprised youâd do such a thing, but he enters, taking a few steps into the corridor before pausing to look around and to wait on you. You close the door behind you and lead him to the kitchen where you pull out a vase for the flowers.
âYeah,â he says. âItâsâermâa nickname. Itâs what my friends call me.â
âWeâre friends?â You ask skeptically.
âWell, no, but weâre going on a date. âJamesâ is just a little formal,â he says, wrinkling his nose at his own name.
You offer him a friendly smile (which surprises you). âWell, Bucky, youâre lucky Iâm ready because youâre, like, half an hour early.â
Bucky has the decency to look embarrassed, but he ignores the accusation. âWell,â he says instead, âshall we go?â
You nod and follow him out to his car. Once you make it to the vehicle, Bucky opens the car door for you, carefully shutting it behind you. He takes his spot in the driverâs seat a moment later.
You let out a breathy laugh and he side eyes you as he starts the car.
âWhat?â
âNothing! I just sort of expected you to have a driver. Youâre just⌠surprising.â
He smiles at your admission. âCareful, Doll. Someone might think you like me.â
âDoubtful.â
Itâs not a long drive to what is certainly a high class establishmentâan establishment nicer than any youâve been to before. Bucky gets out of the car, rushing to let you out. As you get out of the car, he offers his keys to the valet and his arm to you. You glance briefly at his arm and give him an annoyed look as you loop your arm through his.
Bucky escorts you to the double glass doors that lead to the restaurant where a doorman waits to open the door for you. You say âthank youâ as you pass and Bucky gives you an unreadable look. Then, once inside the restaurant, Bucky whispers something to the host who nods and leads you towards the back and up some stairs that lead to a glass enclosed landing where two guards stand on either side of the door leading to the rooftop seating. Bucky lets go of your arm and steps forward as the male security guard mirrors him. The guard pats Bucky down, finds a handgun tucked away in a holster at his waist, takes it, and then allows him to step to the side so that you may take your turn.
Your breathing picks up ever so slightly as you watch Bucky get frisked, especially once you realize theyâre going to frisk you, too. You start to worry when you realize theyâre going to find a weapon on youâhow is that going to play out? Will Bucky go back on his word? Will he kill you? Then, when they take away Buckyâs weapon, you remind yourself to breathe normally and regain some confidence. He brought a gun, too: he doesnât trust you and you donât trust him.
You step forward, making eye contact with Bucky the whole time. You hold your arms out ever so slightly as the female guard steps forward to frisk you. You raise an eyebrowâmaybe youâre challenging him to do somethingâwhen the guard finds your gun and pulls it out of your waistband. She holds it up and offers you a âseriously?â look, which you see in your peripheral. You shrug at her, eyes still on Bucky. Heâs smirking.
The two of you are then led by the host through the guarded door to a single table that sits on the balcony. The balcony has been well decorated with myriad plants and string lights. Thereâs soft music playing in the background. Bucky pulls out a chair for you and you sit, watching as he takes the seat across from you. The two of you just watch each other as the host offers you menus and promises a waiter will be with you soon. Once the host is gone, the two of you sit, watching, waiting.
âLovely weather weâre having,â you finally say, picking up the menu. If he isnât going to say anything, you decide, youâre going to play coy.
Bucky raises his eyebrows, letting out a laugh and looking away before returning is gaze to you.
âYou brought a gun to our date,â he says.
âSo did you,â you reply, still looking at the menu. âIs the chicken alfredo any good here?â
âWhat for?â He asks, ignoring the alfredo question.
You sigh, setting down the menu. âWhy did you?â
âYou held me at gunpoint the last time we met. How was I to know you wouldnât try to finish the job?â
âI held you at gunpoint the last time we met, but I had you tied up. How was I to know you wouldnât take the shot now that your hands arenât tied?â
âWeâre here because I already shot my shot.â
âClever.â
âIâm not going to hurt you.â
âIâve given you every reason to.â
He laughs humorlessly. âIf I wanted to hurt you, donât you think I would have done it already?â
âWhy am I here, James? Why donât you want to hurt me? Arenât you supposed to be some big, scary crime lord? Because youâre not living up to your name.â
Bucky clenches his jaw and looks away. You think youâve maybe finally struck a nerve, finally gone too far.
âHave you ever once considered, Y/N, that maybeâjust maybeâIâm a person, too? Did you ever think you were capable of threatening someoneâs life until necessity made you?â You flinch. He notices. âI have a shitty job. I do shitty things. I do even shittier things to even shittier people. But itâs the job I was given, the job I have, and the job I do. Maybe Iâm a monster, a freak, an emotionless robot, but maybe thatâs just what I have to be so I donât go crazy. At the end of the day, Iâm just a man who wants to live his life, so forgive me for wanting to do that.â
Bucky is breathing erratically. Heâs worked up. You stare, mouth slightly agape, surprised. You have a feeling heâs felt this way a while and never had the chance to voice it, but you also realize that your existence in his life might be more to him than just some girl who wants her sister back, some girl who extorted him.
âYou actually like me,â you say, genuinely surprised.
He looks at you, eyes softening and looking a little embarrassed.
âYeah.â
âYouâve got terrible taste.â
He laughs. âThat so?â
âI never even introduced myself. You clearly only know my name because you know who my sister is and put two and two together. Iâve been terrible to you. I mean, I have my totally logical and understandable reasons, but Iâve been terrible.â
âThatâs true, but I was holding your sister hostage. Not the best conditions. Iâm sure sheâs thrilled about all this.â He gestures to the table in front of you, the two of you.
âShe recognizes Iâm cleaning up her mess.â
Bucky looks at you, expression sad.
âCleaning up her mess,â he repeats quietly. âYou donât have to do this,â he says, louder, more confident.
âWhat?â
âThis date. You donât want to be here. Youâre not interested. I get it. Youâre cleaning up your sisterâs mess. You can just go,â he says, looking far off onto the horizon. âDonât worry about Ellie. Her debtâs forgotten.â
You donât move. You sit, you stare, you chew your lip, and you consider the man in front of you. You consider the handsome, powerful, sad man in front of you whoâto your surpriseâis genuinely interested in you. You make a decision.
You hear your chair scrape against the floor as you stand up and start to walk back towards the door. You take a few steps past Bucky, turn around, and walk back to the table. You stop right beside Bucky and hold out your hand. Bucky looks at your hand outstretched to him and trails his eyes up to you, and you watch as he carefully searches your face.
âHi,â you say, smiling. âIâm Y/N. Mind if I join you for dinner?â
Buckyâs face breaks out into a grin as he takes your hand, grasping it firmly as he shakes it. âBucky,â he greets, playing along. âI wouldnât mind at all.â
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context: celebrating Gojoâs bday đ (gender neutral reader)
warnings: mentioned sex
character: Gojo Satoru from JJK
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âItâs my birthday!!â Satoru sits up in bed, the clock hitting 00:00 December 7th. Every. Single. Year. He did this every single time.
âShhhh, itâs in the middle of the nightâ you mumble into the pillow, covering your head with the blanket and whining when the birthday boy dragged it right off you.
âI think you meant to say âhappy birthday Satoru, youâre the best boyfriend ever and I love you so muchââ he continued to disturb you, clearly much more awake than you. Eyes wide open, practically lighting up the dark room in a hue of blue.
âYeah yeah, happy birthdayâ another mumble left your lips, eyes still closed. After a long mission that lasted several days, you finally had the opportunity to come home and rest. It wasnât like you were intentionally ignoring Satoru for the first minute of his birthday, you were just too exhausted to stay awake.
Satoru pouted, laying back down on the bed. âNo birthday sex?â Silence, until a soft snore left your parted lips. âFine, no birthday sexâ he spoke to himself, pulling you closer to him and wrapping his arms around you. Sulking for a few minutes before falling asleep right after you.
âSo, what type of party are we having this year?â Satoru asks excitedly, clasping his hands together, wide smile on his lips. You and Satoru had just arrived at the school, sitting together outside in the cool breeze of winter. Waiting for Shoko and Suguru to go on yet another mission.
âIâm sorry Toru, Iâve been so busy with missions I havenât had time to plan anythingâ you smile apologetically, placing your hand on his thighs reassuringly. âAfter the mission today, we can go to a fancy restaurant and have dinner, okay?â
His smile falters a little, which you notice of course. But he quickly shook his disappointment off, glad you couldnât see his eyes behind the blindfold. âYou have reservations?â
âNo, but Iâm sure we can find a place that has a free tableâ
He didnât get a chance to respond before Shoko and Suguru walked up to the two of you. A cigarette hanging loosely between Shokoâs lips as she greets you, Suguru only smiling as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket to feel some warmth.
Satoru stood up immediately, opening up his arms dramatically, awaiting a hug and birthday wishes from his two best friends. Standing there a few seconds, the two look at him confused.
âWhat?â Suguru asked dryly, tilting his head to the side as he watched his friend, still standing there with open arms. âStretching before the mission?â
Satoruâs jaw practically hit the ground, he had never felt this insulted before. On his special day, not even a hug from the people he cared about most.
âQuit standing around, we have to keep moving to find this special grade curseâ Shoko adds, throwing the cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.
The white haired man was honestly bamboozled, having to take off the blindfold to really look at the two. âItâs my birthday!â He yells, blue eyes wide as he turns to look at you as well, wanting at least someone else to understand his frustration and even sadness. But you only shrugged, which seemed to add to his disappointment.
âOh? Must have forgotten, sorry Satoruâ Suguru says nonchalantly, turning around and following Shoko who was already walking towards the street.
âEveryoneâs been busy Toru, donât take it personallyâ is all you say as you follow as well. Catching up to Suguru, the high five shared between the two of you going unnoticed by Satoru.
âLooks like heâs falling for itâ
âAbsolutelyâ you chuckle quietly, looking over your shoulder at Satoru. The way he stayed behind, kicking a few rocks on the ground and mumbling to himself, he had completely fallen into the trap. âI even pretended to be asleep when he asked for birthday sex, I think heâs been upset ever sinceâ
âI did not need to know thatâ
The four of you continue your way to the abandoned building the special grade curse was spotted last. Or, where you, Shoko and Suguru had planted a curse as apart of the plan. Truth was, you had been planning Satoruâs birthday celebration weeks before, trying to come up with the perfect plan. You always wanted to try something new and fun to celebrate your boyfriendâs special day, realizing you had never actually done the whole surprise party before. Step 1 was to make sure Staoru didnât see it coming, make him believe his friends forgot and it was just a mundane day for everyone. Safe to say you succeeded.
âAnyone else smell a sweet scent?â Satoru asks as he enters the dark room. Lifting his head and sniffing the air.
âNope, just the black mold Iâm pretty sure is growing all over this placeâ Shoko grimaces, walking over the rubble and entering the different rooms, pretending to look for the curse.
Before Satoru knew it, he was left alone. Wandering around the large building by himself. âCant believe they forgotâ he spoke to no one, arms crossed over his chest. âNo birthday sex, no birthday wishes, no hugs, not even a cake! Itâs not like Iâm asking for much, I would have gladly eaten a store bought cake, could have even paid for it myselfâ he sighs as he walked into the room with the curse, coming face to face with the ugly creature.
âCan you belive it? My own friends didnât remember my birthdayâ he explains to the curse (who didnât seem to understand) and sitting down on one of the worn out chairs in the room. The curse aimed to attack, and Satoru easily dodged, seeming more upset over his birthday then the curse trying to kill him. âItâs not even about them forgetting, when I told them itâs my birthday they still didnât wish me a happy birthday or apologizeâ the words leave his lips in a pout, finally standing up and walking over to the curse. âMight as well hollow purple the whole buildingâ
âDo not hollow purple the building!!â You run into the room, having heard only the last part of his little rant.
âWhy not, itâs a dumpâ not even a hint of smile of was on his face as he dusted his hands off. The curse dead behind him, lying on the floor. Even the tone of his voice had changed, he wanted you to understand he was upset, being overly dramatic to prove his point.
âJust, come on Satoru. Shoko and Suguru found the special grade downstairs, they need our helpâ your reach out your hand for him, and he places his hand into yours without hesitation. Yeah he was upset, yeah he was slightly hurt you didnât seem to care it was his birthday. But it was still you. His everything.
Walking downstairs, it was pitch black, no source of light in sight. âOkay the sweet smell is definitely getting strongerâ wait do I sense-â
âHappy birthday Gojo!!!â
Satoruâs eyes widen underneath the blindfold, a genuine smile on his lips as he turned around. All his friends and students gathered together with food and gifts just for him. A large banner over his head saying âhappy birthday Gojoâ. The room filled with confetti and colors, so unlike the upstairs of the abandoned building. The smell of cake and all of his favorite foods filling his nostrils as drool practically dripped down his chin.
âIâm surprised you didnât figure it out soonerâ you giggle from beside him, letting go of his hand and nudging him forwards towards the others. Suguru standing there with open arms this time.
After talking with everyone, and stuffing his face with cake, he made his way back to you. âI have to admit, you definitely got me in the beginningâ he said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and placing soft kisses all over your skin. âThank you, everyone I care about is here and having fun. And theyâre celebrating me!â
âYes Toru, that is how a birthday usually goesâ you smile, running your fingers through his hair. Looking into his eyes as he lifts his head. âHappy birthday my loveâ
Satoru leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, smiling into the kiss as he pulls you even closer in his arms. You could taste the sweetness of cake on his tongue.
âSo, now that weâre officially celebrating my birthday, birthday sex?â He asks after pulling away from your lips, still holding you against him.
âPlease, do that after the partyâ Suguru said from behind the two of you, holding a champagne glass in his hand as he cringes a little at the pda. âEveryone is waiting for you to open your presents as well Satoru, better not keep them waitingâ he says as he turns around and joins the rest at the party.
âPresents! Right! Presents for me!â Already excited, Satoru jumped up and down before pulling you along with him. You canât help but laugh, following after him as you hold his hand in yours. Glad to see your boyfriend was happy on his special day.
#jujutsu kaisen#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#jujutsu gojo#gojo fluff#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru#Gojo satoru birthday#jjk satoru#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk fluff#satoru fluff
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Not So Bad
Summary: It's Bucky's birthday, but he doesn't want to make a big deal out of it.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Language. None, really just fluff. No mentions of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.
Word Count: 1K
A/N: He's my second story for today. Happy birthday, Bucky! Thanks to @ordelixx for the idea and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for read proofing it.
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Ever since heâs rejoined society and gained the closest thing he can have to a normal life, being a supersoldier and all, thereâs one thing that Bucky canât bring himself to do: celebrate his birthday.
The more memories he regains, the more he remembers a time where he used to celebrate his birthday with his family and his friends.
Sure, they didnât have much, but he had his mom and his sister and Steve. It was a simpler yet happier time, and he now all he feels is gloomy.
So every year he treats it like any other day. He trains and goes on missions if he has to, and if heâs in the compound he chills with a book or maybe takes a motorcycle ride, never once even making it known to the rest of the team that itâs his birthday.
âSeriously, Buck? Thatâs how youâre gonna spend your whole day?â Steve asks Bucky as they walk down the hallway towards their rooms.
âYes, seriously.â Bucky answers with a roll of his eyes. Every year Steve tries to get Bucky to do something more to celebrate his birthday, but Bucky never budges. âYou know damn well what I think about my birthday.â
Steve groans and stops walking, causing Bucky to stop too, and tries one last time before leaving Bucky to his sulking. âI know, but come on! Letâs at least do something together. Letâs celebrate your birthday like we used to, go to Coney Island or something. Donât spend the day alone!â
âWe spend everyday together, Rogers. Sometimes itâs nice to get a break.â Bucky jokes with a smirk before he starts walking again and leaves Steve to chuckle and roll his eyes before he walks to his own room.
What neither of the supersoldiers realized is that they had stopped right in front of your room to talk, just as you were about to walk out. You stopped in your tracks and listened to their conversation.
Itâs Buckyâs birthday? How did you not know that? Sure itâs not like youâre the best of friends, but youâre still pretty close. You shouldâve known that.
So you decide to do something nice for him today while still respecting his wishes of having a low-key day. You take your purse and jacket and head to the garage, getting into your car and driving towards the city.
Truth is, youâve always had a crush on the Sergeant. It was hard not to when he looked the way he did, and he was as sweet as Bucky was.Â
As intimidating as he might look, you knew how shy he could be. He got flustered easily when he got a compliment, and you found him so adorable when he started blushing and stuttering.
You go to the bookstore you know Bucky loves to browse when he is in the city, itâs a small store thatâs filled with second hand books. Bucky always said that he loved to give books a second chance, just like he got one after Hydra.Â
You look through the books until you find the perfect one: Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck.
The team saw the movie together when it was Steveâs turn to pick, and as you sat next to Bucky you heard him quietly talk with Steve about the details they remembered from reading the book in the 30s.Â
You go to Buckyâs favorite bakery next and buy two dozen of his favorite cupcakes, and when you see that they sell different colors of candles you have to buy a gold and black one.
You drive back to the compound and, after dropping the rest of the cupcakes in the kitchen for the team, you take one, putting the candle on top of it and taking a lighter. You go to Buckyâs room, cupcake in one hand and gift bag in the other, and knock on his door.Â
âCome in.â Bucky says from inside, thinking itâs Steve coming to bother him again.
You open the door slightly and look inside, seeing him sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard and a book in his hands.
âAm I bothering you?â You ask hesitantly.
âN-no, youâre not. Come in.â Bucky says quickly, closing his book and sitting up straighter.
You open the door completely and enter his room, taking a couple of steps towards him before stopping. âI⌠I got you something.â
Buckyâs eyes widen a little as he sees the cupcake and the gift bag youâre holding out to him.
âDid Steve tell you?â His eyes narrow a little, and you squirm a little under his gaze and shake your head.
âI overheard you talking about itâŚâ You say quietly, a little embarrassed. âI get that you donât want a party or anything, but I thought⌠I donât know, I just wanted to do something nice for you on your birthdayâŚâ
You start to second guess yourself as he just looks at you and, just as youâre about to backtrack on your stupid idea and leave him alone, he smiles brightly at you, sitting on the edge of his bed and patting the spot next to him.
You sit next to him and you put the bag on his bed so you can light the candle and hold the cupcake out to him with a smile. âMake a wish.â
Bucky thinks about it for a second. He knows what he wants to wish for, the thing is he already got his wish: you in his room, sitting with him on his bed. But he makes his wish anyway before blowing out the candle.
He wished for you to be his.
You smile at each other for a moment before you snap yourself out of it, shaking your head a little and picking up his present and giving it to him.
He puts the cupcake on his nightstand as he takes the bag and opens it and you can see his face light up when he sees it as he runs his fingers down the cover before looking at you with a smile. âThank you, doll.â
You smile back at him and lean in to kiss his cheek. âHappy birthday, Bucky.â You say before getting up and leaving, letting him have his peaceful day of relaxation.Â
Bucky watches you go with a slight blush, his hand over his cheek where you kissed it and a goofy smile on his face.
Perhaps celebrating his birthday is not such a bad thing after all.
#bucky barnes#avengers x reader#bucky barnes x you#steve rogers#avengers x platonic!reader#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky x you#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes one shot#bucky barnes oneshot#marvel fanfiction
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Hobie Headcannons cs some of yâall be treating this man like heâs some white goth nga thatâs never had black experiences đđ these are js off the top of my head so donât tweak out⌠JUH VIBE
Heâs most likely Jamaican/British or African/British because heâs from the UK
He has had multiple people try to force him into playing basketball at least once because heâs 6â5
âMan, so you telling me you ainât never tried going D1?â
âNever even played.â
âNIGGA WHAT?â
Has gotten his hand popped multiple times from touching his hair while getting it done
âHow many do you have left?â
âBoy move that damn hand.â
Gives horrible advice then says âbut I donât kno, thats just meâ
âShe cheated on me bru. Like cheated. Called me ON FACETIME while they was hunchin.â
âMe personally I would find the guy and start a gas leak in their house while his family is sleeping. But ion kno, thatâs just me tho.â
Played soccer as a kid with a makeshift paper soccer ball
Was one of those kids who were forced to finish their plate before leaving the dinner table so he would sit at the table till the next day playing with his food
Illegally listens to and downloads most of the music he likes
âWanna do a Spotify blend?â
âYâall use that shi?â
âwho df are you broâŚâ
Will side eye you till you burst out laughing if you both see something crazy in publicÂ
Sung chi-chi man religiously as a child before he knew what the song meant (iykyk)
Takes pictures of white people with braids or locs
Hobie: Attachment: 1
disgusting creaturesâŚ
Hangs trash bags on his doorknobs around the house
Had entire debates as a child with older people at the cookout on why he should be able to eat ribs instead of hotdogs
âThese steaks for the adults, go grab a lil hotdog and a juice.â
âBut why? Canât we both eat and enjoy the same things without you having to dehumanize me and view me only as a child without preferences for food?â
âBoy go get that fuckin hotdog and caprisun get out my face.â
Had his hairline pushed back astronomically far when he was little (Nigerian boy canon event)
On the other hand he probably never had his hair cut as a kid and started free-forming when he was young (Iâm conflicted between both)
Constantly had a smart mouth as a kid (he still does), like CONSTANTLY. Once he got his lips snatched and balled into a fist
Would steal, get caught and say is âit cause Iâm black?â
âYo, were you stealing back there?â
âWhy bruv? Cause Iâm black?â
âNevermind.â
Touches hot ass food with his bare hands. Like he will flip pancakes with his hands.
Can literally sleep anywhere.. like anywhere. People in his band have pictures of him hunched over on sinks, sleeping on bathroom floors, in bathtubs with the curtains wrapped around him, on the bus. Anywhere you can think of.
He doesnât spend much money on birthday gifts or gifts in general. He likes to make things by hand even if he has to spend a few weeks
After his shows he loves to meet people in the crowd, even if they freak out. He isnât really for the idolizing so he doesnât know how to express his emotions too much on that.
âOH MY GOD HOBIE!?!â
âi aint think i was that special but thanks luvâ
⢠His jacket makes HELLA noise and he doesnât realize it. Just like if he had beads in his hair.
âimma get bro good this time..â
âHobie donât even try to scare me, i hear that big ass jacket thumpin down the hallway.â
⢠The first time he kissed a girl with lip piercings like his, they got caught on each other. They sat there for almost half and hour trying to untangle each other without hurting each other.
⢠Heâs definitely been called a few different celebrities before, none really looked like him.
âAre you playboi carti?!â
âBruv.â
over.
âYour that rockstar dude lancey right?â
âbruâŚâ
and over.
âyou Opium?â
âIâm starting to feel this is lowkey sterotypicalâŚâ
and over again.
⢠When heâs in the pit at concerts he looks out for the younger people towards the front to make sure they donât get thrashed around too hard.
âyou good youngân?â
âI CANT FEEL MY FACEâ
âthatâs cool tooâ
⢠He only really steals from big corporations, not small family owned places. Just out of respect. Even when they say he can take things for free he still pays, maybe a few dollars over budget.
⢠He loves collecting trinkets and little things he finds on the streets or backstage. He has multiple spoons, buttons and scrap fabrics laying around
⢠When he first learned about capitalism he realized it everywhere, like EVERYWHERE. That boy was pissed.
⢠He loves girls who can beat him tf up, like whoop his ass. Or girls who will cuss him tf out. Sometimes you both will be arguing and heâll just sit back and let you go off on him.
anyways yawl thatâs it lmk if I should drop some more this was fun asl to make đ
#hobie brown#atsv hobie#hobie spiderverse#hobie my beloved#hobie headcanons#headcanon#hobie x reader#spiderpunk x reader#spider punk#spiderman atsv#hobart brown#hobie brown x reader
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only this moment
zoro x gn!reader cw: fluff, first kisses, you and zoro are a little drunk an: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BEAUTIFUL BELOVED AMAZING SWEET BOY. sorry it's a day late :( high key the prequel to this fic and it's sequel (both nsfw!) but more a fun fact than a requirement btw. wc: 4.2k
It's Zoro's birthday, and while he's never been one to make a fuss about it, this year the ship is conveniently docked for the night, giving the crew the perfect opportunity to celebrate. He doesnât exactly mindâand itâs not like he can avoid itâheâs not used to the attention such a day brings. Leaning against the railing and staring off into the sunset, he remains quiet, distant in the way he always is.Â
But thereâs a softness in the way his gaze lingers on the crew, their laughter and warmth filling the air beneath the fading light of the setting sun. The comfort it brings doesnât feel strange anymore. Itâs simply a part of his world now, like the rising and setting sunâfamiliar, irreplaceable, and quietly essential.
Heâs snapped out of his thoughts by the unmistakable sound of your footsteps approaching, your voice cutting through the noise of the crew. âYou alright? Are they too much for ya?â
Zoro glances over his shoulder, his usual deadpan expression in place, but there's a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes as they land on you. "Nah, theyâre not botherinâ me," he grumbles and shakes his head, his act deliberately nonchalant. âIâm alright.â
Heâs good at hiding it, at playing off the unfamiliar tug in his chest every time you speak to him like that. But the truth is, heâs not used to the way your presence settles something in him, not used to how easy it feels just to be near you.
You smile, and itâs effortless, like youâve known him for years, and maybe you have, but thereâs something different about it tonight. Something that makes him feel strangely exposed, even though youâre only a few feet away. Heâs used to being left alone, used to carrying the weight of his thoughts without anyone noticing, but with you, itâs like he canât hide behind his usual walls.
Coming to a stop just next to him, Zoro turns around to properly face you and notices that youâre holding something behind your back. His brows furrow slightly, his eyes narrowing in a way that makes you think heâs already figured it out, even when he hasnât.
âWhatâre you hiding?â he asks, his words slow and steady, but thereâs a hint of curiosity beneath the surfaceâheâs trying too hard to play it off, and he still canât quite mask it.
âI know you don't care much for gifts or whatever butââ His attention sharpens, but he doesnât press. Instead, he just crosses his arms, a half-smirk tugging at his lips, like heâs willing to let you have your fun for now. But even then, his eyes donât leave you, waiting, just a little too interested.
With a sly grin, you reach behind your back and pull out two bottles of sake, one in each hand. âI remembered how much you liked that sake from the island we visited last month,â you say, holding up the bottles for a closer look. âThought itâd make a good birthday gift. Yâknow, some good memories.â
You glance at him, offering a small, almost shy smile. Thereâs no big gesture, no over-the-top presentationâjust something simple that you thought he'd appreciate.
Zoro is speechless, his arms still crossed over his chest, trying to keep his composure and not let on to how much the gesture seems to throw him off. Heâs not used to being on the receiving end of things, and gifts are especially new territory. For a long moment, he just stares, his eyes flitting from the bottles in your hands to your face, like heâs waiting for the punchline. But it never comes.
He wasnât expecting anything. He didnât want anything. Still, as you stand there before him, looking so genuine and kind and truthful, something within him swells. A warm feeling blossoming in his chest.
Zoro swallows, his words a little rough, more vulnerable than he wants them to be. âDidnât have to do that,â he mutters, but thereâs a quiet fondness in his expression that contradicts his words. He holds out his hand, silently asking for the bottles, waiting patiently for you to hand one to him.
You offer a bottle, and he takes it from your hands, his fingers brushing yours for just a second. He hesitates, clearly unsure of how to respond, before muttering, âThanks...â in that awkward way he does when heâs caught off guard. But then, as if a thought suddenly strikes him, he looks up, a hint of something softer in his eyes.
âHey... you wanna share a bottle?â he asks, his tone casual, but there's an underlying sincerity there. He quickly clears his throat, as if the offer itself was a bit more vulnerable than he meant it to be. "I mean, you went out of your way to get it for me. Least I can do is share."
The way he says itâslightly gruff but definitely not uninterestedâmakes it clear that he doesn't want you to walk off just yet. It's not just about the sake. He wants you to stick around.
You grin, âOf course I do, in factâŚâ trailing off, you quickly produce two shot glasses from your back pocketâstashed just for this very instance in mind. The small glass makes a soft clink against the wood as you slide one over the railing to Zoro with a knowing look. âI figured you'd be in the mood for a drink," you add, gesturing for him to have the first pour.
He catches the glass between his fingers and uncorks the bottle to pours the clear liquid gently into the small glass. Raising it to his lips, he swirls it slightly before taking a sip. The alcohol burns pleasantly down his throat, warming him from the inside out. He lets out a satisfied sigh, his shoulders relaxing a bit.
"Not bad," he comments, raising his glass in a silent toast before taking another drink. His eyes linger on you, studying your face in the fading light. "You know me well," he adds, his expression thoughtful, as though he's still processing the simple truth in the words.Â
Zoro tilts his head slightly, studying you in a way that's both casual and strangely intense before handing the bottle over to you. He watches you closely as you fill your glass up, his focus once again lingering on your face, as if trying to read you.
You take the bottle with a small, knowing grin, your fingers brushing his as you accept it. Your glass is already in hand, and you pour a generous amount, the clear liquid catching the last of the fading sunlight. As you bring the glass to your lips, you meet his gaze, holding it just long enough to make him wonder whether youâre savoring the moment or just being playful. The warmth of the alcohol spreads quickly, but it's not enough to dull the sharpness of the connection between you both.Â
The night stretches on and the deck clears out, leaving Zoro and you settled into a comfortable rhythm, now relaxed with your backs against the hull, the warmth from the alcohol fighting the chill of the crisp sea wind. The conversation has shifted from casual banter to deeper, quieter exchanges, though neither of you is particularly worried about keeping things serious for long.
But now, his eyes are fixed on you in that way he always has when he's trying to figure something outâor just when he's being his usual teasing self. Youâve had a few too many, and while youâre not exactly stumbling, your laughter has taken on a loose, carefree qualityâand for a moment heâs so taken with you he doesnât catch the smile in his cheeks.
Zoroâs expression doesnât escape your notice, making your brow furrow. âWhatâs with the look?â you ask, flashing a playful grin.
He smirks, taking another swig from his glass before leaning against the railing. âYouâre such a lightweight, ya know that?â
âAnyoneâs a lightweight compared to you, dude.â You reply, rolling your eyes slowly, but with a touch of amusement, you let out a little laugh. Itâs hard to stay annoyed with that smug grin of his.
There's a dare in his poise, playful and teasing, but with an edge of something elseâa spark of excitement, a hint of mischief. With his back pressed against the cool, rough wood of the wall, he shifts just enough so his gaze locks with yours.
Zoro chuckles, low and deep, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe so, but I bet I could still outdrink you any day."
There's a challenge in his tone, playful and teasing, but with a hint of something elseâan edge of excitement, a spark of mischief. With his back pressed against the cool, rough wood of the ship, he shifts just enough so his look meets yours.
"What do you say? Think you can handle a little competition?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his words.
You nod eagerly, your eyes lighting up with the same mischievous energy. A slow grin spreads across your face, the alcohol lending you the courage to match his boldness. "Oh, I'm game," you reply, shifting slightly closer, your thigh brushing against his as you adjust your position. "What are you thinking?"
Zoro's eyes glint with mischief, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "Simple," he says, his voice low. "We take turns guessing something about each other. If you're wrong, you take a shot."
He tilts his head, his gaze never leaving yours. The mischief in his eyes still lingers, but there's a lighter edge to it now, a playful gleam that makes the moment feel less intense and more... electric in its own way. The air between you shifts, not a spark, but something that quickens the beat of your heart.
The thought of being so close, trading secrets and truths, sends a little thrill through you. Even in the dim light, you can see every detail of his face, his expression open, his eyes sharp with interest. It's intimate in a way both familiar and new, and your heart hammers in your chest.Â
âYou're on," you reply, the words coming out a little more breathless than you intended. "But don't think I'm gonna go down easily."
Zoroâs smirk deepens, his stare never wavering from yours, the tease in his eyes sharp and unwavering. He leans in slightly, a flicker of amusement dancing in his look. âLet me guess," he says smooth and confidently. "Your biggest fear... itâs not something simple, right? Nah, I bet itâs something that really gets under your skin." He pauses, studying you with a critical eye, before letting out a slow breath. "Iâm gonna say... itâs being helpless. Not being able to protect the people you care about."
His words hang in the air, his eyes still locked onto yours, as if he's daring you to confirm or deny it. The intensity of his gaze is almost too much, but you canât help but feel a strange warmth at the fact that heâs thought so deeply about it.
A shiver runs down your spine at how close he is, the way his voice wraps around the words, and the sheer truth of it all. You swallow, trying to keep your expression neutral as you meet his eyes.
âDamn," you murmur, a hint of surprise in your voice. "That's more accurate than I care to admit. How the hell did you guess that?"
Zoro laughs, "Maybe I just know you that well, eh?" He playfully nudges you, the alcohol, and you, are calming him more than he'd like to admit. He's very comfortable in this moment, and it's something he can't deny to himself, so why not indulge in the rare privacy? "Drink up." He adds with a nod.
A soft laugh escapes your lips, the sound a little shaky. "Seems like it," you mutter, the reality of how well he knows you sending a strange wave of heat through your chest.
Following his instruction, you swallow down a hefty gulp of liquid courage, the burn of the alcohol sliding down your throat. You exhale, the feeling only adding to the flutter in your stomach.
"All right, my turn," you say, trying to steady your voice despite the flutter in your chest. "I've got a pretty good guess for you, too."
Zoro leans back slightly, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "Alright, let's hear it," he replies, low and curiously, the challenge in his tone still present but tempered by an edge of amusement.
"I think..." you begin taking in his relaxed, more casual expression. It makes you smile, and you don't think about trying to hide it, either, "You're a big softie, and I think that you know it."
The smile falls, and he looks almost surprised, like he wasn't expecting you to be so perceptive. But then, his eyes narrow, and his smirk returns, only with a flicker of something softer. "Oh, so we're gonna play like that, huh?" He chides, his playful act never faltering.
Mhm," you confirm with a nod and a sly grin. "Now answer the question, softie."
Zoro clicks his tongue in annoyance as he realizes youâve caught him in a rare moment of vulnerability. He runs a hand through his hair, his chuckle low and almost reluctant.
âDammit,â he mutters, shifting against the railing with a sigh. He falls silent, studying you in the dim light like he's weighing whether to keep up the act. His gaze softens just slightly as he exhales. âAlright, fine, you got me,â he admits, the words gruff but unavoidably sincere. âGuess I do have my moments.â
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with that," you note, tilting your head slightly and softening your tone, a playful glint in your eyes. You scoot a little closer, your inflection gentler now, as if you're letting him in on something only the two of you share. "Makes you human, you know? And honestly, itâs kinda... nice, seeing you let your guard down for once."
Zoro's lips twitch in response, a strange vulnerability in the way he responds to your words.
"Yeah, I guess it does," he replies, scratching the back of his head. He looks away as if embarrassed by the admission. "Still, I'm not about to go around announcing it to the worldâI have an image to maintain, ya know."
You catch the flicker of that vulnerability, and the teasing smile on your lips softens just a bit. âYour secret is safe with me,â you assure him with a wink. âYou can keep being the big, tough guy on deck, but I wonât spill.â You give him a playful nudge, your tone light but warm. âNow drink up, softieâlet's see how long you can hold onto that image.â
Zoro lets out a rough laugh, the sound just a touch shaky, as if he's more affected by the moment than he'd like to let on. He takes the glass and tips it back, taking a long swallow. "All right, then. My turn to guess, huh?
A soft hum of amusement escapes your lips as you watch him drain the glass. "Mhm," you confirm with a nod, a small, satisfied smile on your face. "Let's see what you've got."
Zoro sets the glass down with a soft clink, his eyes locked on your face. A smirk twists at his lips, and he leans forward, resting his chin on his hand, his expression sharp and playful.
"I think..." he begins, his voice dropping slightly, "you're a lot more observant than you let on. You catch things that I wouldn't dream of, and sometimes, you just know what I'm thinking before I do. But, you're also pretty damn stubborn."
Your eyebrows arch at his observation, both impressed and slightly taken aback. It's eerily astute, and you know you can't deny it. With a sigh, you lean your head back and tilt your head toward with a wry smile.
"Oh? What kind of things do you notice that I catch?," you murmur, unable to hide the hint of surprise in your reaction. "And someone has to be stubborn to put up with you." You add with a tease.
Zoro chuckles, the sound low and throaty. He leans in close, a teasing smile on his lips. "Oh yeah? And who said I need putting up with?"
He tilts his head, studying your grin for a moment before continuing. "You're smart," he remarks thoughtfully. "You pick up on things the rest of the crew doesn't, like when I'm irritated or when I'm lying. It's a pain in the ass."
The truth falling from his lips hits you hard, he feels genuine. Totally real and just honest with you right now. It dawns on you that Zoro lets you see him this way, and to deny the butterflies in your stomach would be a lie to the world.
"Leaves an impression though, yeah?" You force out, though the words are slightly sheepish. "I mean, we're here talking now, so you must like me enough to keep around."
Zoro's laugh is softer this time, a hint of something warm and almost fond in his expression.
"Yeah, I guess I do," he admits, shaking his head slightly. The night's quiet around you, except for the soft sound of the waves lapping against the hull. "You're stubborn and annoying as hell, but... yeah, I like you."
"I'm glad," you reply, letting the playful tease linger. You shift a little closer, your voice softening, but the warmth is still there. "It's nice 'putting up with you,' even if you make it way harder than it needs to be." You let out a small laugh, meeting his gaze with a fond smile. "But I guess someone has to deal with you, right?"
Zoro rolls his eyes playfully, as the gesture makes you giggle. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't get too cocky about it," he replies, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
But then thereâs a stillness between you two. A quiet that feels different from the rest of the night. His attention lingers on you, the air thickening in a way that makes everything feel closerâheavier, more intimate.
Youâre not sure when it happened, but suddenly, youâre sitting so close that you can feel the warmth of his body against yours. His breath brushes against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he tilts his head down, his eyes locking intently onto yours. He canât help but notice how your presence seems to fill the space between, how the world around you fades to just the soft rhythm of your breathing, the quiet pulse of the moment.
Time seems to slow as your proximity to him registers fully. Zoro's heart skips a beat as he realizes how close you've gotten, the feel of your warm breath against his skin causing a shiver to race down his spine. Instinctively, he wants to pull back, to distance himself from this vulnerability, but something holds him in place.
Despite every instinct screaming at him to pull away, he finds himself stuck in place. Your proximity is intoxicating, making his heart race in his chest. And then, without a thoughtâpure impulseâhe leans in.
His lips meet yours, firm and sure in a kiss that's both unexpected and exhilarating. The rest of the ship falls away, and now, it's just him and you, the alcohol loosening his inhibitions and fueling the fire that's been quietly building between you.
Zoro's hand moves almost on its own, reaching out to tangle in the soft strands of your hair, pulling you closer against him. The heat of the moment, fueled by the alcohol and the low thrum of tension that's always hung between you, is overwhelming. It feels both familiar and completely new, and his mind struggles to keep up with the onslaught of feeling.
It's slightly awkward, he isn't sure exactly what he's doing but gets the jest of it, the initial clumsiness rapidly melts away as he gets lost in the kiss. It's clear he's never been in this exact situation before, yet his instincts guide him as he lets himself be swept away by the moment.
His other hand moves to your waist, pulling you flush against him, the feel of your body against his suddenly more electrifying than anything he's ever felt.
As he pulls you against him, his arm wrapping around your waist, a low rumble of appreciation escapes his throat. The feeling of your body against his is electric in a way he's never experienced, the heat between you growing hotter with each passing moment. It's different from a fight, but the adrenaline feels just as battle would.Â
He pulls away from you and thereâs a beat of silence. The world seems to pause around you both, and for a moment, neither of you knows what to say. Zoroâs hand is still tangled in your hair, his fingers brushing lightly against your scalp as if heâs holding onto something grounding. His breath comes out in a shaky exhale, his eyes never leave yours and theyâre flickering with something unreadable.
"I... I, uh..." he mutters, his words stumbling in a way that's completely out of character for him. The usually confident, aloof first mate is blushing like a damn tomato, and it makes something warm stir in your chest.
You can't help but smile, the cool night air doing little to quell the warmth spreading through you from that kiss. It's an unexpected, but not unwelcome, shift in the air between you. "It was nice," you say, your voice soft but steady, letting him know you're not about to make this more awkward than it already feels, "But I understand, weâre both probably a little... off balance right now."
Zoro glances at you, a flicker of relief in his eyes before he looks away again, clearly trying to regain some of his usual composure. "You... should probably get some sleep," he mutters, his gaze darting to the deck, clearly embarrassed by his own reaction.
You chuckle softly, though there's no judgment in itâjust a quiet understanding. "Yeah... yeah, you're right. But no worries, Iâm not going to hold it against you," you tease, the teasing lightness still there, but without any pressure. You're still floating somewhere between cloud nine and feeling completely grounded in the moment.
Zoro exhales, a little too sharply, before he slowly releases his grip on you, his hand drifting back to his side. There's a beat of silence as he clears his throat, looking sheepish for the first time tonight. Itâs kind of cute, honestly.
"Here, let me..." he starts again, his words are rough but calmer than usual. "Iâll help get you to bed."
He reaches out for your hand, his fingers firm but careful as he takes it in his own. The gesture feels different nowâgentler, more deliberateâand it makes your heart skip a beat. Itâs endearing, how much heâs trying to be careful with you, and for once, itâs nice to see him not so sure of himself. You feel a little giddy, but you donât pull away.
He guides you slowly across the deck, the atmosphere still charged with unspoken tension. As you walk, you can feel his gaze flick to you every so often, as if he's checking to make sure you're alright.
The sound of footsteps on the deck is the only break in the silence. Finally, you reach the door to your quarters, and Zoro stops, turning to face you.
He stands there, still holding your hand, clearly at a loss for what to do next. The low light catches his features in a way that makes him seem more vulnerable than usual, and for a brief moment, he seems unsure of himselfâsomething you donât see often. His mouth opens and closes as if heâs trying to find the right words but keeps getting stuck.
âYou⌠you, uh, you get some sleep, okay?â His voice sounds softer than itâs ever been, a little awkward, sure, but thereâs a gentleness to it that you werenât expecting. It's like he wants to make sure you're okay after everything.
You smile, your heart fluttering at how cute he's being. "You too, Zoro," you reply, squeezing his hand lovingly and flashing him a warm, sweet smile. âAnd happy birthday.â
Zoroâs face flushes a deeper shade of red, and his ears go a bit pink too. It's so obvious now how much the night has affected him. He quickly looks away, mumbling something too quiet for you to catch.
âYeah, yeah,â he mutters, his demeanor a little gruff but still somehow tender. He glances at you again, then looks away quickly, embarrassed. âIâll see you tomorrow, alright?.â
You give him one last smile before you turn to leave and Zoro watches you disappear into the room beyond, his heart beating a little faster than usual, and the warmth from your smile lingers with him long after youâve disappeared into the night. He stands there for a while, staring at the spot where you were standing, and when he finally heads to his quarters, the usual brash first mate is nowhere to be found.
When he settles in his own bunk, Zoro's mind keeps replaying the moments with you. He can't help but smileâjust a little, but it's there, soft and real. He lies in the dark, still feeling the warmth of your hand in his, and it brings an unfamiliar but comforting warmth to his chest. Itâs not something heâs used to, but... it feels nice.
Zoro drifts off to sleep with a small, genuine smile still on his face, the first real one heâs had in a long time.
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okay but hear me out...
featuring: Takuma Ino x gn!reader
genre: Fluff, crack
word count: 600
synopsis: Making a hear me out cake with your boyfriend is just meaningless fun, right?
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a/n: i fear the demons cooked with this idea that would not leave my head until I wrote it
âKuma!â You called out to your boyfriend from the kitchen, mischief lacing your tone.
âYeah babe?â He asked, appearing in the doorway of your shared kitchen. You had spent all day in there, shooing him out every time he popped his head in to try and find out what exactly you were doing. He found you stood at the kitchen table, spreading buttercream icing onto a freshly made chocolate cake. âIs that what youâve been doing all day? Are we celebrating something?â
âI need you to go and print some stuff out for me.â You smiled at him.
âWe have a printer?â
âYes, we have a printer. Now go use it.â
âWhat exactly am I printing out?â
There was a beat of silence before you answered him. âYour hear me outs.â He broke out in a massive grin, eyes lighting up with excitement. Your own smile widened at his puppy-like excitement, glad he was on board with your surprise idea.
âIs that a hear me out cake?â
âNah, itâs my friendâs birthday cake.â
âOh..â His shoulders sunk, suddenly lethargic.
���Iâm kidding, idiot. Weâre absolutely doing hear me out cake. Go get printing, and donât you dare hold back.â Ino was suddenly full of energy again, rushing off to print off the photos he needed.
âErm, baby?â He wandered back into the kitchen, sheepish.
âYeah sweetie?â You looked up at him, eyes wide.
âWhere is the printer?â
-
It was 20 minutes later, and you had your phone set in front of the fresh cake, filming the two of you stood behind it. You had both done the majority of your hear me outs, and it was your turn to reveal your last one.
âIâd, erm, say this is a relatively tame one, but I saved it til last just for your reaction.â You bit your lip, nervously looking at your boyfriend.
âOkay, now Iâm kinda scared. The last one you said was âtameâ was a headless mannequin.â
You slowly spun your kebab stick around, revealing the photo attached to it to your camera, purposefully holding it close to block Inoâs view of it.
âBabe, I canât see-â
âNanami!â You squeaked, hurriedly stabbing the stick into the cake.
âThatâs my boss!â Ino gaped at you, jaw hanging so low it was basically on the floor.
âHey, you canât deny that that man is very much attractive. A gentleman too.â
âNo, I really canât deny itâŚâ As your boyfriend trailed off, he slowly spun his last hear me out around, allowing you to see the subject of it.
âFuck off!â You exclaimed, a gobsmacked laugh tearing itâs way out of your throat.
âMy last hear me out is also NanamiâŚâ He said to the camera, before putting it in the cake next to your photo of the same man.
âDid we use the same photo?â You reeled, admiring your cake through your phone screen.
âIt is a sexy photo of him.â
âIâm telling you, itâs the rolled up sleeves. Itâs the same as the mannequin-â The two of you spent the next minute admiring your boyfriendâs superior, all on a video that eventually made its way onto your TikTok page.
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A few days passed, and the two of you had pretty much forgotten about the video you had posted. The cake had been devoured by the two of you over those days, and the many photos that had been stuck in it thrown away, as if the entire thing never happened. Until Ino received a text, that is.
Would you care to explain what a âhear me outâ is?
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Eclipse Kings
Part Four: Sweet Little Star
(Part One: Mountain Monkeys) (Part Two: Barbed Dusk) (Part Three: Wild Dawn) (Part Four: You Are Here)
(Extra One) (Art! Thank you to @lemon-ti)
(The âservantsâ around this lovely ecliptic pagoda are well-tailored to the needs of their lords, no matter the scenario- including hot meals and tension breakers.
You are the only sanctuary that MK has ever known. Through blistering summers spent as the shores of a rippling blue lake, through winters spent huddled together under a stack of blankets, hidden in a hole of straw-lined mud to try and avoid withering chills.
You are all the âhomeâ that MK knows.
But the two demons who call him are certainly trying their damnedest to make up for lost time⌠to very little avail.
âSince we found you so late yesterday, we never got a chance to celebrate your birthday, Xiaotian... we can-
âYesterday wasnât my birthday,â the boy huffs, fingers deeply kneading the thick cotton trim of his new cape. âThatâs not until winter.â
ââŚXiaotian,â Macaque says, almost astonished at how confidently incorrect his son was, âyou were born in the middle of autumn - who told you that it was winter?â
âY/N.â
ââŚah. No, that- okay,â he huffs, pinching the growing knot on his scarifying forehead- without the crown, his usual gouges were quickly healing - as he quickly pieced things together. âThey didnât know your birthday, so⌠so they just made that up. You were too little to remember the day, so Y/N lied-â
âNuh uh! They wouldnât lie to me !â
ââŚmy bad, kid. Of course not. No, you were too little to remember, so Y/N just⌠pretended to know so you could celebrate. But your real birthday is in the middle of fall- it was yesterday.â
âNo, cause itâs in the winter!â
Wukong laughs as his sable mate sits beside him, nestling into the plush cushions and groaning.
âEasy, moonbeam. Donât push yourself- heâs still a toddler. Weâll get through to him.â
âIâd rather him just remember us and everything we did together,â Macaque snaps back throwing his head into Wukongâs lap- who, for his part, begins to smooth out the inky tresses of fur laid out before him. They stay there for a minute, quietly enjoying each otherâs company, and then-
All of Macaqueâs ears stiffen, six sharp points flaring up under his fur, which Wukong fluffs to hide them from sight. As much as he loves them, his mateâs feelings are very dissimilar.
He looks over with both hands over Macaqueâs ears, looking to the marble doorway-
And itâs just you , wearing âyourâ lovely sky-blue hanfu, sash shoddily tied and silk pouch held close.
The umbrakinetic demon stands up without a noise, slowly walking over to you for a closer examination- he had heard about your little fit, and didnât want a repeat for himself.
âIt suits you,â Macaque says, giving an approving look to your new outfit- he reaches for the sash, maybe to correct or tighten it, but pulls away when you flinch, simply saying: âYou can keep it. If you want.â
Be polite. You want this outfit. And you want the pouch. Be polite.
ââŚthank you. And.. were you⌠talking about his birthday?â
The king rolls his shoulders to stretch them, causing the thick spikes of fur on his head to swish and temporarily dip over his many, many forehead scars- theyâre a lot more obvious now that heâs smashed the barbed circlet and scrubbed the dried blood from his forehead. âWe were. Xiaotian didnât know that it was in the middle of autumn. I hear the two of you celebrated it in winter.â
âWell, most of the time- it was just whenever snow fell for the first time in the year- I⌠I really didnât have⌠I didnât have too much to work with. So it was⌠usually in winter, or really late fall, one time we got really unlucky and it was mid-spring.â
ââŚwhat do you mean, âunluckyâ?â Asks the Monkey King, standing up from his lavish recliner to replace all his accessories, each string of citrine beads and looping gold chains clinking against each other as he threaded them back into place. âI donât remember ever hearing the mortals talk about a bad snow during spring- not anytime this century, at least.â
âIt wasnât bad- not for anyone else. We- MK and I,â you start, trying to ignore their little twitches at you using his nickname, âwe lived in a little sunken hut. It was always falling apart in place, and- and I had to patch it up all the time- so snow was always really hard, cause it would make the mud I used all wet, and itâd drip from the holes-â
âYou were using mud to keep your house together?â
Both of them share the same look, worriedly gazing upon little MK with a sort of regretful hindsight, thinking on how hard it mustâve been for him to reside in that squalid, rotted hovel- though Wukong is the one who speaks up. âSo you- you and Xiaotian were living in a little muddy wreck?â
Macaque- you canât read his expression, not quite, stares on with a deeply set frown- if you had to wager a guess, he seems to be some form of vaguely disappointed . Maybe thatâs standard for kings when they hear about things like this. You donât really care what he thinks- not when MK was fed, warm, and happy.
That was enough for you.
If they wanted to pull back and say it wasnât enough for them, then- oh well.
But thatâs not what happens. There is no remand or reproach, nor any discouraging words as to your care of their darling boy.
They just frown, thinking of what you- and more importantly, MK - might have gone through.
And you frown too, caught in a tense silence louder than any storm, more charged than a bolt of lightning forming in graying skies.
Itâs simply⌠too much. Thereâs been too much everything across too little a timeline to accommodate for proper adjustment, so now everything has wound to a point of near shattering, fractures displayed so prominently across the terse âbondâ shared that they were nearly visible to the naked eye.
And it isnât for a solitary second that the quiet stretches on, heavy and suffocating- itâs pervasive, leaving you all standing there quietly.
You can feel their eyes on you, assessing, judgingânot just your words but the years you spent with MK, the choices you made when you had nothing to work with but scraps and hope. Theyâve swooped in now, claiming- reclaiming, as the nagging voice in your head reminds - him as theirs, and though you know heâs safer here, better provided for, the thought leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.
He had been fine without them.
He had been fine with you.
Why couldnât it have just kept being you and- not your âtemporary chargeâ Qi Xiaotian, Golden Star of Flower Fruit Mountain- but your little brother, MK?
Life had been miserably hard. It had been cold and drudging and dreary, and more than once you had come to one of the many peering peaks across the mountain, and sat on the idea of a quick end to the struggling.
And you had met your little âMonkie Kidâ, just as cold and alone as you had been.
He had not just been your little brother-
He had been your entire reason for living.
And what did you have to live for now, with two people who could grant him ever luxury and possession a child could desire?
What did you have to live for?
Was there anything you-
âExcuse me,â calls a curt voice from behind, slicing the tension with practiced, professional ease. âWeâve prepared dinner for you, my lords.â
Like a metal door long unopened, thereâs a hesitant, straining moment before the inevitable give , and then you all turn to look- at a very lovely woman. Her hair has been trimmed chin-short and styled into thick black waves, pulled to each side of her face to prominently display a golden ferronnière.
âMy husband and I have finished cooking, and we wished to call you in before the meal grew cold,â she says, utterly unabated by the gone-cold atmosphere. âSo we insist that you come and eat soon- preferably, right now. â
There is no rolling of heads or smashing of bones arisen from the terse almost-command, and instead the Monkey King nods along with a chuckle and a laugh half-forced. âOf course, of course. Sorry for forgetting-â
âIf you were truly sorry, youâd be in the kitchen eating all of our hard work.â
âAhahaha! Fair enough! Moonbeam, letâs go have dinner. We can talk about celebrations tonight, together- when itâs quieter.â
Without you around to interject, of course.
Because why would anyone care about how long you spent in a crumbling shack held half-together with scraps of scrounged fabric and dried mud when you offered inconvenient things like âmakeshift birthdaysâ and âlearned attachmentsâ?
Before your thoughts get too seething, the woman lightly claps her hands, snapping you and MK to attention.
âSince the two of you have⌠âlived a life of little substanceâ, letâs say, weâve prepared a list of softer meals to help you both adjust to proper eating as quickly as possible- in about the course of a week. Sudden indulgence to richer foods could sicken you both- especially Lord Xiaotian. Today weâve made a honeyed rice porridge with ripe tropical fruit, but I imagine youâll also see fortified broth with bouillon powder, and⌠well, weâd be here all day if I laid them all out.
As the woman sends you and your brother down a hall together, before turning back to her eployers.
âAnd,â she whispers to the two kings, voice nearly low enough for you miss it, â weâve set aside some fruit purĂŠe and steamed milk with honey, if nothing else will work.â
âYou are such a gem,â Macaque breathes, expressly pleased with her loyal diligence. âNow, if youâll excuse me-â
âYour children are waiting,â she confirms, nudging him along. âHurry and eat with them-â
And though he starts to correct her, to clarify that you are in fact not his child- the woman is gone in a swish of her long green dress.
You keep your head down, one hand gripping all of MKâs tiny fingers during your unflinching trek down the ornate hall. Thereâs hand-drawn pictures of many different demons, all portrayed with respect and pride. In one a purple minotaur holds an axe over his shoulder, horns and blade polished to a shine, in the next heâs standing beside a red-robed woman, tears brimming through his amber eyes as they focus on a small bundle in her arms. In another thereâs a pachyderm demon, portrayed with thick glasses and a gargantuan stack of books- including one he mustâve been working on when the picture was drawn. The next is a bird with golden wings held aloft, spear dug into a training dummy made of stone. Then a lion, holding as many mortals possible aloft while trudging in waist-deep waters. One after another, demon after demon- though only those same four, aside from the woman.
Whoever they are, the kings clearly cherish them.
And said demons walk in unison just backwind of you, though their steps lack the carefree rhythm of easygoing camaraderie. They are just in steady lockstep, too close behind for comfort. You can hear the faint clinking of Wukongâs gold chains and the occasional rustle of Macaqueâs red and black robe as they exchange glances, silent communication passing between them.
And then MK squeezes your fingers at tightly as his little fingers allow- a familiar gesture youâve known through harsh nights and sluggish days, through famine and sickness and chill.
An anchor of reassurance in the overwhelming storm of unfamiliarity.
The shift you underwent was violent and painful. You had woken up half-paralyzed and nude, being scrubbed down by the two beings you feared most, incapable of speaking or moving- it had left a not-insignificant mark.
But MK?
MK had made a choice. He had chosen to come back, you were sure of it, sure that he had made a deal for your safety and retrieval alongside his own- of course he was going to adjust better than you.
But he was still a little boy.
A little boy who had spent his life in the hollow embrace of mud walls and patchwork blankets, in the firm grip of your scarred arms. This was a kingdom of excess, a world so vast and strange that it overwhelmed just as much as it comforted. He looks up to you, his tiny thumb fiddling with your knuckles, and you know what is being asked.
Are you staying?
You squeeze his hand back.
Always.
Neither of you is exactly cozy , but the air between you feels warmer for that little exchange, the newfound fuzziness lasting until the tall and gilded arc of a lavish dining room stands before the two of you, beckoning in.
Inside, the dining room gleams with you might bitterly call opulence . The long table stretches nearly half the length of the room, carved from a dark wood polished to a mirrorâs finish. Gold filigree edges the surface, intertwining in swirling patterns that catch the warm glow of the lanterns overhead. The chairs are high-backed and cushioned, draped in fine fabrics with purple and gold-threaded embroidery. The centerpiece is a grand arrangement of flowers- peach blossoms and chrysanthemums interspersed with glowing lotuses.
The sheer decadence is suffocating .
MK gasps loudly at the sight, his wide eyes reflecting the glittering splendor. You squeeze his hand again, grounding him, grounding yourself. The boy looks up at you, half in wonder, half in unease. You feel it too- the crushing weight of not belonging. This isnât your world. Not really. Not ever.
Not yet.
A man; dressed as elegantly as the woman that you presume to be his wife, is stocking the table with loaded plates. Not a drop spills onto his gold-lined white tangzhuang, no matter how much he moves.
âItâs an honor to be serving you again, Lord Xiaotian. And an honor to serve his savior, dear child.
He pushes up the bridge of his circular glasses, causing a sharp gleam to roll over them before coming over to usher you both in.
âNow, please- take your seats.â
Thereâs two chairs set aside specifically, both piled with stiff cushions to help someone of the height-disadvantaged reach the table- MKâs is especially egregious, containing no less than four.
Speaking of the boy, he tugs at your hand again, his curious eyes shifting between you and the chair meant for him. âCan we really sit here?â he whispers, voice laced with awe and a hint of anxiety.
Before you can answer, Macaqueâs low voice cuts through the air as he and Wukong stride into the room after you, affably clapping their servant on his shoulders. âOf course you can,â he says, his tone soft but firm as both golden eyes land on you both. âThis is your home now, Xiaotian. You can be wherever you want.â
Home. The word burns.
Maybe it sears even worse than the branding iron that haunts your dreams.
You take the seat beside his, allowing the cushion to sink as best it can under your meager weight, providing a nice abatement to your sore legs- though the cream Macaque had used to clear out grime and dirt had stopped burning not long after it was used, there was a dull ache left from both the concoction and, well⌠everything , really.
The man with glasses places bowls of warm, sweet-smelling rice porridge before you and MK, forcing your eyes to the bowl. The simple meal is an obvious concession to your past, but the presentation is impeccable, garnished with thin slices of banana and a drizzle of honey. Itâs almost too beautiful to eat. Almost .
MK digs in immediately , tiny hands clutching the spoon with the clumsy enthusiasm only a child could muster. His muffled hum of delight sounds out at the first bite, drawing adoring coos from the two kings, and a faint, weary smile from you.
He deserves this, you think. He deserves a hundred lifetimes of warm meals, safe beds, and more love than his little heart could stand to hold.
You, however, hesitate. The porridge is still steaming, the honey forming golden rivulets over the creamy surface, but you canât bring yourself to taste it just yet. It feels foreign, indulgent in a way that grates against the life youâve lived- against the life that has shaped you into a scrapes-by survivor accustomed to spare bits of fuel.
You manage to lift the spoon and take a small bite.
The honeyed porridge is warm and sweet, slices of ripe banana on top to add a buttery texture that melts effortlessly on your tongue, imbuing a whisper of richness to each bite.
Itâs good. Too good. It makes your chest ache.
Hunger is the world you have known, sprinkled through every aspects of your life in pieces. In the cold of winter on your stick-thin ribs, never enough meat to keep warm. In the gnawing ache that follows you to sleep. In the morning, curling like smoke in your chest as you wake, already weary. Hunger walks beside you, a shadow that stretches long.
A word heartbreakingly uttered from the lips of your darling little brother, spurring you to further and further extremes to keep him fed.
But today you are both full and warm, dressed and clean.
The thought pricks your eyes with tears, and the spoon seizes as a lump grows in your throat.
You could have never given this to MK.
The movement of your unwieldy hand grows faster and faster, shoveling more and more of the sweet porridge into your mouth, smearing it over your lips as tears begin to fall. Your spare hand drifts downwards to cusp the mildly growing curve of your stomach, feeling the meal compound through you. You drop the intricate spoon, and it clatters uselessly to the ground. In favor of scooping the meal bite by bite into your mouth, you do the simplest- and more importantly, fastest- thing possible.
You upend the contents directly into your mouth, the honeyed porridge spilling past your lips and onto your chin and cheeks. You drain it to the last drop and lick the remnants like a starving dog, and then set down the exquisite piece of china to reveal the tears dribbling over the sticky mess across your face.
âI want more,â you beg, voice plain and will broken. âPlease, I-â
â I donât want to be hungry anymore.â
ââŚget them another bowl,â says Macaque, looking at you more closely than ever before. âAs many as they need.â
âUntil theyâre full.â
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forgotten about you
barça femeni x teen!reader
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A/N: i just know alexia turned off the tv during the game đ
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You wake up, today is what could be described as a neutral day but itâs still your birthday nonetheless. You didnât want to leave your bed, but you had to. Your family never really celebrated your birthday, only really caring about your brother and his dreams.
Even if it wasnât the best day for you, a small part of your mind hoped that someone would wish you a happy birthday, at least Alexia anyways. Itâs not like you told them though, the Barça instagram page would probably announce it.
You go through your regular movements of the day, traffic is light and you make it just in time.
Walking through, the admin wishes you a happy birthday, you smile lightly saying thanks and continuing to walk into the change room. However when youâre there itâs the same as any old day, it breaks your heart a little but you wouldnât tell anyone that.
Youâre quieter than usual walking to your cubby, it isnât much of a change considering youâve been one of the quieter ones since you joined barca, preferring to only be loud late at night when blasting music in your car.
Itâs when even Alexia comes in and doesnât say Happy Birthday that you feel even more hurt than before, out of everyone who would know, youâd just hoped she would. Itâs not her fault though, you didnât tell anyone. Why would she?
Training seems to be a blur, you miss the looks your older teammates give you at certain points. Youâve essentially become someone with no emotions which has somehow made you have a great session. Which in all honesty did not mend your shattering heart, no matter the praises the coaches had given you.
You make an effort to miss everyone after training and head straight home, you didnât shower and just got up and left ignoring your confused teammates. No matter how much of an introvert you were, youâd always make time to say goodbye. It was a sign to everyone else that something had happened.
You make way to your car and drive off straight away, inevitably you end up sobbing halfway through. Unable to keep your emotions inside.
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In the locker room, when you were gone there was silence. A pondering in the air of sorts. Mapi breaks it.
âIs she ok? Sheâs usually quiet but this⌠sheâd at least say something.â Her statement lingers in the air, no one knowing what to say.
âOh shit.â The unmistakable voice of Lucy Bronze cuts through the tension.
âQuĂŠ?â Many voices say at once. Lucy turns her phone around and shows the birthday announcement from the Barcelona Instagram page.
âHow did we not know? Why didnât she say anything?â Alexia sounds heartbroken, she cares for you deeply and to miss something so important is heartbreaking.
âIâm not sure.â Ingridâs voice cracks and it looks like sheâs about to cry.
Alexia is quick to regain her composure.
âOk, we messed up. But, we can make this right. In the time I go to her house, talk and get her to come out, you all should do something. Plan a party and weâll be there in like 1-2 hours. Got it?â The girls nod, seemingly ready to organise something not too big but enough to make up for what they didnât know.
âIngrid do you want to come with me?â The captain asks the Norwegian who nods, saying farewell to her girlfriend and teammates. You were very close with her, she took you under her wing a lot and you looked up to her.
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Youâre crying on your couch when thereâs a knock on the door, thinking itâs preachers you ignore it, hoping theyâll leave. Only, the noise gets louder so you wipe your tears and trudge slowly toward the door.
Upon opening, Alexia and Ingrid immediately wrap you in a bone-crushing hug.
âWhatâs this for?â You say, you thought theyâd forgotten about you.
âDonât act like you donât know, weâre sorry we didnât know it was your birthday. Weâll make it up to you.â At Alexiaâs words you start crying again.
âNo Ale, itâs fine. I shouldnât have expected anything. I didnât tell you guys.â You say, feeling slightly bad.
âElskling, no matter what we shouldâve known, were your teammates and we didnât even do any digging to find it. We made no effort before when we should have. Donât ever feel like you should dismiss it. It obviously means something.â At her rant, you seem to understand her words as they compute in your mind.
âWe did bring you something though nena. One from me and one from Mapi and Ingrid. Then we are going for a drive, ok?â You nod gratefully and get ready for what the two are giving you.
âHere you go.â Ingrid is first, she gives you two small boxes. You open the first one and itâs the Miss Dior perfume youâve wanted for ages but havenât ended up getting because you were too busy.
âI- thanks Ingrid.â You beam, she smiles softly back and points to the other one, you open it up carefully revealing a Dior charms bracelet. Your mouth opens wide.
âThis is⌠thank you so much!â You place it down wrapping Ingrid in a hug.
âIâm glad you like it, I heard you said Dior was your favourite designer so I just figured.â It seems your broken heart from before was sealing up because she remembered something youâd told her weeks ago.
Alexia watches the interaction, smiling and happy to see you happy. Not the shell of a person you were at training because they forgot.
Luckily for her and Ingrid, there was a mall on the way to your house with many shops which would definitely satisfy what they needed to get you.
After speaking to Ingrid, you turn to Alexia who is also grinning and hands you a box.
âAquĂ.â
You unwrap it, itâs quite big and heavy. When seeing the contents your eyes widen.
âIs thisâŚâ She nods her head, smirking. Itâs a PS5, Alexia had been pretty strict on no video game consoles considering she wanted you to have a healthy sleep schedule.
âI didnât think youâd ever allow it- Thank you Ale.â You bring her into a hug before unwrapping it fully and staring at the three things you had received in awe.
âCome on, get dressed we have places to be.â Alexia pulls you from your staring, you get dressed pretty quickly and youâre out of the house in 15 minutes.
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You arrived at Patriâs house a little later and walked inside. The rest of the team were there, balloons everywhere and most importantly a cake with 19 on it being brought over by Frido.
Everyoneâs singing and your face heats up at all the attention, feeling warm because of the love youâre receiving at the current moment.
When the singing dies down the Swede whispers to you softly.
âMake a good wish kid, itâll be great.â You nod blowing out the candles and get given a knife to cut down the middle. Itâs a pretty plain cake, but if youâre going to be honest you always loved when cakes werenât so detailed.
The rest of the evening went by in bliss, people apologising and overall having a great time. Yes, they mightâve forgotten. But, they knew their mistake and made this the best birthday youâd ever had.
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Finally wrote this.. I took too long to write it iâm sorry anon
can you tell what designer i like? (miss dior smells so good i feel rich when wearing it)
anyways i literally need to stop eating original kebab, like itâs so good and taking too much of my money PLEASE
#woso#woso x reader#woso community#woso fanfics#barca femeni#barcelona femeni#barcelona femeni x reader#barca femeni x reader
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