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detectivestucks · 6 months

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The Bet

18+ Content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Tobi x F!Reader

Summery: You are relatively new to the Akatsuki and your best friends Konan makes a wager with you. When you lose, you're forced to take Tobi on a date.

Warnings: NSFW, canon violence, mentions of biting, fingering, oral-male receiving, unprotected penetration, facial.

Word Count: 4.8k

Anon Ask via DM: Been getting a lot of Kakashi request so I was happy to write for Obito again :)

Tobi always had eyes for you.

Nothing happens in the Akatsuki without his approval but when Konan asked Pain to let you join their troop of miscreants, Tobi overwhelmingly approved of Pain’s decision. You were skilled, vicious, and adorable. You captured the attention of every man you came across. Even when fighting enemies your beauty captivated them. They shamelessly flirted with you as you battle to the death.

“Come on gorgeous, why don’t you drop the katana and I‘ll take you on a nice date?”

“Wow, strong and beautiful. Maybe after this I can take you to dinner.”

“Keep trying to kill me and I might just ask you to marry me.”

The pick up lines were pathetic and met with a resounding rejection that was usually followed by ending their lives.

Yes, Tobi had eyes for you alright. He felt a twinge of envy for anyone who joined you on missions because you were a brilliant sight to behold when you hunted your target down. You weren't a victim to the harsh realities of the shinobi world. You were the harsh reality of the shinobi world.

Always hanging around with Konan, the two of you whisper to each other whenever you’re at the hideout between missions. The other members always came over to talk to you, trying to impress you with boyish charm and corny pick up lines. They would leave you in a fit of giggles and whispers while Tobi watched from a distance. He wanted you as much as the other guys but he had a double life to worry about. He’d leave the rest of the crew to hopelessly fawn over you and your seemingly high standards.

One afternoon the two of you are chatting away in the corner of the main room laughing at Deidara and Hidan who are putting on an impressive display for you both when Tobi walks through. He runs up to his partner and clings onto him for dear life, pretending to be a damsel in distress

“Oh Deidara! There was a mean man outside! Make him go away with your very impressive art.”

He tilts his head to the side and you just know he’s batting his lashes below his mask. You and Konan crack up at his ridiculous mini play. You enjoyed Tobi. He was funny and pissed Deidara off constantly. He was the much needed comic relief amongst a bunch of moody, brooding, arrogant rogue shinobi. However out of all the guys in the gang he was the only one you weren’t interested in. Even Zetzu had a better chance ending up between your legs than the orange masked idiot.

Konan sees you laugh a little too hard at Tobi and nuzzles her lips against your ear,

“What do you think Tobi’s like on a date?”

“Oh gods I hope I never have to find out. He’d probably cling to his girlfriend the way he hangs on Deidara.”

You both snicker at that, certain it’s true.

“Care to make a wager then?”

Konan piques your interest and you lift a brow at her.

“Next mission, the woman with the least kills asks Tobi on a date.”

You turn to her with your mouth open. “Konan! You seriously are willing to keep living here if you lose?”

“Oh I’m not losing.” she says, crossing her arms.

“Well I’m sure as hell not losing either.”

The both of you continue to stare at your animated comrades when you speak again.

“What does the winner get?”

Konan snorts “Not going on a date with Tobi.”

“Besides that!”

“I don’t know.: She thinks for a quick second. “They have to invite their crush into their bedroom.”

Your eyes dart around the room, not sure who to choose. There were a lot of guys in your gang that you wanted to sleep with. Pain was off limits cause of Konan but Kisame was ripped and had that sexy predator thing going for him. You bet he bites and when he does, it breaks the skin. Then he probably soothes your wounds by licking up the blood while he fucks you stupid on his cock.

Your eyes pan over to pretty boy Deidara who was gorgeous with hair you wanted to pull while his mouth lapped between your legs. You thought about all the sinful things the mouths on his hands would do to you and it makes you cross your legs.

You look at Hidan who was crazy hot and twisted. You could see him getting freaky during your period and you wanted to surrender to the ‘way of jashin’ for just one night, letting him do whatever he wanted to your naked body.

Lastly you peer over at the quiet Itachi. Reserved, kept to himself, and well mannered. The kind of guy you could bring home to your mama but was probably a filthy boy in bed. You imagine him slapping you and calling you degrading names while his eyes glow red.

“Can’t decide, huh?” Konan says with a light jab.

“Well not all of us joined the Akatsuki with our childhood crush.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to choose. Cause you’re gonna lose.”

You open your mouth and look at her pretending to be gobsmacked. “Oh it’s on!”

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Konan picked a good time to wager her little bet cause your next mission was a full fledged raid. One thing you envied about Konan was her ability to make shuriken out of paper, leaving her with an endless supply of weapons while utilizing minimal physical effort. You on the other hand had incredible speed but only two kunai and a katana at your disposal. No one could match your lightning speed, not even the raikage himself. But you could still only attack up to two targets at a time.

The night was long and the body count was high.

…and Konan was kicking your ass.

You were desperately trying to take out more targets than her but her range was so much farther than yours. You were needlessly brutal, terrified of the horrible date night that was to come at the end of the mission. The first rays of light shone over the rooftops when the two of you finally made your retreat.

“Your count?”

“78” you pant

“Ha! I win! 102”

“Shut up!”

She only smiles back at you.

“Fuck! Now I have to ask out Tobi.”

“Sucks to suck”

“Oh gods, what if he wants me to suck his dick?!”

“You better open wide.”

You shove her off the tree she jumped on but she caught herself by creating paper wings and flew the rest of the way home. Smug bitch.

You meet up just outside of the hideout, entering together. As soon as you walk through the threshold Konan begins to shout.

“Tobi! Y/N needs you!”

“I hate you so much right now.” You grumble under your breath.

She sticks her tongue out at you, “Deal with it. I’m gonna go find Pain.”

She leaves in a twirl just as Tobi timidly enters the room.

“You needed me, Y/N?”

“Yes…I have something to ask you.”

Tobi just stands there, staring at you behind his mask, head eerily tilted to the side. Gods he’s so creepy. You begin to wring your hands in front of your stomach, building the courage to ask the dreaded question.

“Tobi…would you…” you bite your lower lip in the most adorable way and Tobi can feel his heart twist in his chest. “Would you go on a date with me?”

“Oh.”

You stare at him, unsure of what to make of his response. Maybe he was going to reject you. Maybe you won’t have to go on a date at all. Thank the heavens.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I-uh…” Fuck! Now I have to plan the date too?! Konan I’m gonna kill you. “I hadn’t decided yet.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you.

“Do you want to go or not? Cause I can go ask one of the others if you’re not interested.”

Tobi scratches the back of his neck and responds in his childish tone.

“Geh, Y/N, I’d be happy to go on a date with you.” He brings his hands together in front of him and tilts his head to the side in a feminine display, “I just wasn’t expecting it is all.”

It took everything in you not to cringe so instead you force a laugh. Maybe he was just trying to be funny. Yeah, that’s it, he was trying to be funny.

That night you get dressed in a long flowy pale pink skirt with slits along each thigh and a fitted cream colored top with corset detailing around the bust. You hoped one of the other guys saw you in it and would knock on your door later to show you how a real man treats a woman. For now, though, you needed to focus on making it through your date with Tobi.

He knocks on your bedroom door and you walk over to answer it. Tobi stands before you in a fitted black shirt and black pants covered in a long black kimono adorned with a dark gray geometric pattern. It wasn’t a bad look but he hid every inch of his body from everyone as usual.

“Wowzah!”

You smile and roll your eyes. “What, never seen a proper woman before?”

You turn around and retreat back into your room to grab your cream square heels, sliding them on while balancing yourself with Tobi’s arm.

“So where are we going?”

You look at him and smile playfully “You’ll see.”

You grab Tobi’s hand and pull him through the hideout, heading towards the exit. As you walk through the common area, Tobi looks to the side and sees the jaws of Hidan, Deidara, and Zetzu fall to the floor. He can’t help but feel a swell of pride at their jealousy.

The date, however, was terribly awkward. You tried your best to be flirty but you had no way of telling how Tobi felt. You couldn’t see him smile or blush. You couldn’t tell if he was staring at you with interest or anger. It was extremely one sided and uncomfortable. You did your best to sell the lie but it was probably painfully obvious that you didn’t want to be holding hands with a big masked baby.

On the way home you sway as you walk next to him, both arms hugging his right one, trying to maintain a normal conversation. It occurs to you that this might be your only chance to ask the burning question everyone in the Akatsuki is thinking.

“Tobi? Why do you wear the mask?”

“Because I don’t want anyone to see my face of course!”

You roll your eyes. “Okay but why don’t you want anyone to see your face?”

“That’s for Tobi to know.”

You shake your head “What, you ugly or something?” You squeeze his bicep flirtatiously. “You get stuck in a house fired and are covered in scars?”

Tobi goes stiff in your hold. You drop his arm and bring both your hands up to your mouth.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I was only joking!”

Tobi walked next to you in silence. If you thought it was awkward before, that was nothing compared to the embarrassment you felt now.

“Tobi, you’d have nothing to be embarrassed about you know. It’s not like you’re the only freak in the circus. I mean. Kisame is practically a shark, Sasori lived inside a puppet, and Hidan drinks blood to become a skeleton.” A hot ass skeleton but Tobi doesn’t need to know that. “We’re all weirdos.”

Tobi still doesn’t speak but his body relaxes some. He was getting a little easier to read but you still couldn’t wait for the night to be over. He creeped you out and you still had no respect for him. He was a fool even if he was kinda funny.

You finally make it back to the hideout and much to your disappointment, everyone has gone to bed. Tobi walks you to your side of the hideout next to Konan’s room and awkwardly gives you two pats on the shoulder before telling you he was off to bed in his high pitched kid’s tone.

You turn to unlock your room with a signature roll of your eyes relieved the night was over.

“Pfh, what a loser, bet he’s never even made a girl cum in his life.”

As Tobi’s walking away he overhears you and stops dead in his tracks. He knows that he’s playing a fool but it wouldn’t hurt to teach you some manners and show you who’s really in charge of the Akatsuki while he’s at it.

Just as you open your door you feel two gloved hands tightly grip your biceps. Someone had snuck up behind you.

“What’d you say?”

The voice was rich and deep. It was a cold blanket that covered you with fear and made chills creep down your back. Your breath falters. You didn't dare turn your head.

“Tobi?”

He pushes you into your room with a finger shoved into your spine between your shoulder blades.

“Would you like to test that little theory?”

You turn around, face painted in fear as you search Tobi’s orange mask for answers. He slams the door closed behind him. Tearing off his robe as he swiftly steps forward causing you to retreat away from him backwards. You’re too distracted by the sudden change in his demeanor to notice the bulging muscles poking through his skin tight shirt before he picks up a shoe and throws it against the wall to kill the lightswitch.

You reach your arms in front of you, ready to push him away but he somehow passes through them and has a grip on your hair while he is sucking on the skin of your neck. An involuntary pleasured grunt escapes you, realizing he discarded his mask and has his lips locked on your skin. You keep trying to push him off but every time your hands pass through him while his grip against your hair remains solid. You couldn’t figure out how it worked but you were starting to no longer care as he created various bruises along your collarbone. You begin to pant slightly, feeling arousal pool between your legs from how he nibbled against your sensitive flesh. Your mind was slowly fogging over and in your haze you wanna hear his voice again.

“T-talk to me. I wanna hear you s’more”

“And say what, Princess? Tobi isn’t my real name?”

His voice was smooth and intimidating. It made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You lean your face against his.

“Yes, tell me more.” you whisper

“What do you want to hear? That I’m the actual mastermind behind the Akatsuki and you are all my little puppets?”

You begin to lift your leg and wrap it around his waist. Panting from how his baritone tickled your mind.

“or that I’m going to fuck you like a whore right now and turn you into my personal concubine.”

“Yes”

You lunge for his lips, hands clawing the back of his head to pull him into you. You had never been so attracted to a voice in your life. You had no clue what he looked like but you knew he had adorably messy hair and scars on his face. You could feel the tough skin with your lips. He backed you all the way over to your bed and switched places with you so that he could take a seat before pulling you into his lap.

You straddled him, your heat pressing over his concealed boner, while you feverishly made out with him in the pitch black room. Your kisses left his lips and traveled over the ridges of his face, sucking and breathing on the battered skin he was afraid to show, before you licked a stripe up his cheek.

He anchored you at your hips and pulled you down on him while he rutted up into you. You cried a needy moan into his ear as your fingers played in his hair.

“My, my, I think I can make you cum without even touching you. You’ve got yourself all worked up over a little conversation and sitting in my lap.”

You groan at the sound of his voice and begin to grind on him, needing the friction while you kiss his lips. You rub your chest against him as you work yourself up into a frenzy. He reaches behind you, looking for how to take off your shirt when he gives up and opts to rip it off of you instead.

You let out a small cry, partly in awe of his raw strength but partly because that was one of your favorite tops.

“I don’t tolerate anything getting in my way.”

“Uh-huh” you agree breathily, cupping his face in your hands, recapturing his lips with yours. As much as you want to keep hearing that velvet voice, you want the lips that form the words to be interlocked with yours. Your arms wrap around his neck as you push your barren chest against his clothed one. His hands explored your soft back. You were glad to feel his fingertips dance over your skin and not his leather gloves. You wondered if you’d get to feel all of him tonight. You could tell how toned he was through his clothes and were dying to lick and nibble his chest.

“Tobi,” you pant against his face, “please make me cum.”’

He hums and grabs you at your thighs flipping you onto your back and kneeling over you. Your hands continue to explore all over his upper body, running up from his forearms to his biceps, sliding over his delts, and tracing down his traps before sinking your nails into his rhomboids. He grunts into your neck. Arousal puddling in your underwear at the sound.

You wrap your legs around his waist, lifting your hips and grinding into him some more. Panting and needy, the mystery of him increasing your desire. Tobi grabs the front panel of your skirt and pulls it aside, yanking your panties out of the way. You drag your lips along his jaw.

One of Tobi’s fingers traces along your slit, collecting some of your slick and smearing it along your sensitive nub hidden within your folds. You twitch from the sudden contact and can feel him smile against your face.

“Someone's sensitive.”

A high pitched “mhm” comes from you as you push your face against his. His thumb casually rubs circles between your legs. Shuddered moans expel into Tobi’s ear as your arms slide back up to Tobi’s neck and wrap around him tightly. He lets a finger slip past your entrance, stroking in and out twice before being joined by a second.

Your eyes snap shut. He pumps his fingers in and out of you. Your head falls back in pleasure as he scissors you open, playing you like a violin. You squeeze around him, soaking in how it feels to be touched for the first time in over a month. Back in your village you were a menace and well hated but you were never short of male companionship, even if it always ended terribly. Once you officially became a rogue ninja the world was much more lonely than expected. You had imagined it would be different once you joined the Akatsuki but to your own surprise, you didn’t take a lover till tonight. Short of breath you manage to wheeze out,

“Thank you Tobi”

“Good girl, you know your manners.”

His condescending praise filled you with butterflies when spoken in his bassy tone. You respond by nibbling on his lower lip. You so badly wanted to rip off his clothes but you didn’t dare, too afraid he’d stop. Instead you softly beg into his ear,

“Please shove your cock into me.”

“Of course, Princess. How can I say no when you ask so nicely.”

A small cry of excitement whines past your lips. He darkly chuckles at your neediness. What a sharp turn from the bitch who tried to make a mockery of him by asking him on a date as a joke.

He’d make you pay for that. He intentionally wasn’t pursuing you before but since you sought him out with your farce, now he’d take full ownership of you. You were going to be his property now. He wasn’t talking dirty when he said you’d become his concubine. He meant it. You’d be chained to him, only let off your tether during missions.

He opens the front of his pants and slips into your quivering entrance, stretching you uncomfortably as he pushed his excessive girth into you. A pleasured wail drew from your mouth.

“What a good girl. Tell me Princess, do you want more?”

“Yes!”

You cry the word. He pulled back slowly just to plunge back in. You sink down into your mattress, getting shoved into it deeper with every inward thrust. It was rough. There was nothing gentle about the way he fucked you. His swollen head pummeled into you, dislocating all your organs. He folded you in half as he pushed in. Your knees found a new home by your ears, his body pinning the backs of your legs, pushing your thighs against your chest. In the darkness he could see the whites of your eyes as they rolled back in your head to look at your melting brain.

Your mouth was left agape. You were babbling and drooling from his dick dragging in and out of you. You swear you’d never been fucked so good in your life. He brought you to tears on his schlong, pistoning in and out of you. Your nails digging into his back once more.

“Gods damn, Princess!”

Tobi was struggling to maintain his domineering composure. He was losing himself inside of your pussy. It gripped around him tightly. The pink muscle constricted around his member, attempting to milk him before he was ready. “Eager little fucking slut.”

He husked between thrusts. You body fell limp. You became a rag doll under him. The only part of your body that was tense was your gummy walls which held onto him with a death grip. He pushed his sweaty forehead against yours. Holding the back of your head.

“Fuck this pretty pussy. It belongs to me now. You belong to me. Understand?”

You wished you could’ve answered. You would’ve told him yes. You would've told him that you’d never leave his side. That you’d bend over for him anywhere. You’d wrap around his dick whenever he needed you to. You would willingly degrade yourself in the middle of battle if he wanted. You were addicted to him and you weren’t ashamed to admit it.

His speed increased. He was about to cum. He brought himself all the way to the edge before he pulled out.

“Stick out your tongue, Princess.”

You opened wide as he shot his load all over your face and chest. Your body still bent in half; your feet resting over his shoulders. He took the palm of his hand and smeared his fluids all over you. Rubbing the glossy substance into your skin and pushing it into your mouth. You hummed happily which made him melt. He allowed your body to unfold and laid his full weight on top of you, arms possessively threading around your waist and pulling you close.

You lost your breath. Your mind became a swimming intoxicated mess in his hold. You nuzzled your face further into his shirt while his cum dried on your face and skin. He never undressed. His shirt still on, his pants pulled up. He was a complete mystery to you and now you were invested in solving it. You were his but he was about to be yours just as much. Soon, you’d break him…soon. For now you slept sheltered in his arms.

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The next day you both emerge from your room close to noon. The majority of the members of the gang were rough housing together in the common area. All turned still as you came out holding hands with Tobi.

“Holy hell…”

“You two?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with any of them and instead chose to look up at Tobi’s mask. Eyes locked on the face you weren’t sure you’d ever see. Tobi though had a far different reaction. A smug idea popped into his sick mind. It was time to show everyone that you had an owner now and he wasn’t going to entertain any of these brutes trying to encroach on his possession. In his childish voice he called to his comrades.

“Look at my new toy everyone!”

He yanked on your hand so that you were whipped around standing in front of him, your back to the room.

“Y/N, suck Tobi’s cock. hmm?”

“Yes, sir”

It was embarrassing and made your face heat up but you felt your mouth water as you knelt down before him nonetheless. On your knees, you open the front of his robe and untie his pants, pulling out his thick cock.

“What the hell…” you hear Konan behind you in complete disbelief.

You let his pulsing length rest on your bottom lip while you look up at him. His chest rumbles as you slip your tongue out and under his weighty member before opening wide and sliding him all the way down your throat. He grips your hair with one hand before looking up at the shocked faces around the room.

“Y/N belongs to Tobi now. Look how good she’s taking my dick, slurping on it like a good little pet!”

Lewd gargles and squelching sounds came from your mouth as you bobbed back and forth along his cock. He was humiliating you in front of everyone and it was making you wet for him. Your hand came between your legs to rub yourself.

“Aww how precious. She’s even playing with herself for me. You see that everyone?”

You wanted to die from embarrassment but you couldn’t help yourself. The taste of him is addicting. He had you out of your mind.

“Here Princess, let me help you.”

He brings both hands into your hair and pushes you down on him. He thrusts into you at the same time causing you to gag around him. You hear him grumble in delight. You open your jaw and allow him to plummet all the way in. Throat constricting around his tip as it slips past your vocal cords. You hum in contentment, forgetting about everyone watching you. You close your eyes focusing on him and how he feels in your mouth. One hand rubbing your clit more harshly while the other clutches his thigh.

Tobi’s facade almost slipped. He felt high from the way your warm mouth closed around him. He had half a mind to say he loved you. He opted instead to cease talking so as not to give away his cover and instead simply grunted as his hips snapped into your mouth.

The remainder of the room watched in stunned silence at the pornographic scene before them. They watch the orange mask fall backwards, looking up at the ceiling as Tobi was close to cumming. The jealousy Deidara felt had him storm out of the room. Konan had an uncomfortable guilt crawl over her skin but little did she understand, you were in heaven. You whimper as you touch yourself, bringing yourself close to an orgasm. The sounds make Tobi hammer into you faster until you feel his hot spend shoot down your throat. Your walls clench around nothing and you bring both arms to wrap around Tobi’s wait, holding yourself all the way down on him as you hug around his waist.

Tobi so badly wanted to coo in your ear and praise you. Tell you what a good girl you were but he couldn’t muster his carefree sound. Instead he pulls himself out of you and grabs your wrist. He yanks you back into your bedroom and slams you up against the door with the two of you on the other side.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re such a good girl for me. Here, let me reward you.”

You mewl for him, your lip quivering at the return of his deep voice. He twists his mask to the side gaining you access to his lips. You pull them into you while he lifts you up, slipping his wet length between your folds and fucking you against the door.

The banging can be heard by the group on the other side, sitting in the common area.

“Shit…it was supposed to be a stupid prank.” Konan confesses. “What the hell happened last night?”

If only they knew…

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jishyucks · 1 year

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Gloves & Dittany (Teaser) ‣ cyj

‣ pairing: slytherin!yeonjun x gryffindor!reader

‣ genre: fluff, hogwarts!au, idiots-to-lovers (on reader’s part), sorta slice-of-life

‣ teaser wc: 1.1k

‣ final wc: expected 11k+, currently 9k

‣ summary: ❝Sure, your heart might have skipped a beat or two because of Yeonjun, but it was just a momentary flutter, a reaction that didn't hold any significant meaning… Right?❞

↳ Alternatively, where Yeonjun’s flirtatious nature leaves you no choice but to doubt his evident feelings for you and, in turn, dismiss any emotions you may be developing for him

‣ warnings?: reader is just,,, confused all the time, prob poor attempts of 'flirting' bc idk how to flirt, side characters may potentially be more entertaining than the mains, otherwise nothing really!

‣an: first long yeonjun ficccc,, I'm excited! this has been sitting in my docs for so long too,,, the teaser might be a bit boring just cause i don't want to give it all away just yetttt—it's just an intro to the pair!

‣ tags: @flowerjun (let me know if you want to be tagged!)

Over the years you've spent at Hogwarts, your love for Herbology has blossomed into a deep passion. Contrary to what your peers say about the class being boring and useless, you believe they couldn't be more wrong. Herbology is an underrated and misunderstood subject that offers unique elements not found in other classes.

At first glance, certain plants looked welcoming, but from what you’ve learned, the most attractive herbs can be the most deadliest. This could even work the other way around. Growth patterns of the plants can directly affect its magical properties, which explains why the professors created emphasis on the care for plants.

Although Herbology looked like any other ordinary subject at Hogwarts, there were a lot more layers to its content. You suppose this was the reason why you grew to love the subject.

“What’s the difference between you and those flowers over there?”

Enter Choi Yeonjun. The main reason why advanced Herbology isn't the perfect class for you, and you mean that in the kindest way possible. Yeonjun is something else. While you hope to simply enjoy the class, he sees it as an opportunity to engage in endless conversation. You once joked with him that his voice could win a competition against a mandrake for being the most ear-piercing, but, surprisingly, he took no offense to this.

To make matters worse, a significant portion of his chatter is dedicated to shamelessly flirting with you. Despite months of this routine, he always finds new ways to keep things interesting, and you have to admit, it's quite impressive.

It was strange how all this had even started. You and Yeonjun were only familiar with each other because he was childhood friends with your fellow house member, Changbin. But after an encounter with the pair at Hogsmeade, Yeonjun started becoming quite adamant about making his presence known to you. And regardless of his motives and advances, you’ve, since then, been choosing not to indulge in his actions.

If you were given a knut every time someone asked you why you never gave him a chance, you’d be rich. Hell, you’d be bathing in galleons if you did, because this was Choi Yeonjun we were talking about. The one and only Choi Yeonjun who could practically steal hearts without the use of some silly charm pulled straight out of a textbook. He was reasonably one of the most attractive guys in the entirety of Hogwarts and his personality was one to adore, so you weren’t surprised with the persistent interrogation of those interested in him.

Though every question was worded differently, each one becoming more and more creative than the last, you hit them with the same, lazy explanation that you knew never left them satisfied.

“I just don’t see him in that way.”

Yeonjun stands by your side, hands comfortably nestled in gloves, which completely disregards Professor Longbottom's instructions that the gloves were not necessary for today's class. He looked ridiculous being the only one wearing the heavy-duty gloves. You hold back a laugh as your gaze follows his pointing finger, which leads you to a cluster of asphodels.

You look up at him, “One is an accessory to a deadly sleeping potion.” You’re cleaning up your area, making sure dirt is only where it was supposed to be.

“Y/N, c’mon~” Yeonjun whines, “Just play along.”

“Okay,” you huff, “What is it?”

Yeonjun stands quietly for a short moment, lips pressed together, “Now you made me forget what I was going to say, but it was something about you being pretty.” Yeonjun turns to put some pots away, leaving you unamused.

Although Yeonjun continues to make such advances, you admit that his playful personality was endearing. Just a few months ago, you regarded Yeonjun as nothing more than an annoyance, constantly looming around even when unwelcome, sort of like a wedgie. However, as time passed, you couldn't deny the odd bond that had formed between the two of you.

Just recently, you had reluctantly admitted to yourself that he’s grown on you to the point where you realize that the day would feel incomplete without his babbling. On a good day, you might even consider him your friend.

When Yeonjun returns, he flashes you a smile, “Do you have any plans for the weekend? Maybe I can take you to Hogsmeade.” He bends down slightly and reaches out, “You have a bit of dirt on your nose.” You feel his finger graze your nose for a quick second before it’s back at his side.

“I’m afraid I already do,” you hummed. Since the period has ended, you grab your belongings and take your leave. With no surprise, Yeonjun is trailing closely behind you.

Yeonjun’s lips were moulded into some sort of pout, brows furrowed, “Maybe the week after?”

“I have plans that week, too,” you say promptly, though you weren’t even entirely sure if you did, “Sorry, Yeonjun.”

Yeonjun narrows his eyes at you but you don’t catch him doing so. Instead, you’re dead set on finding your best friend Yena by the courtyard. Before Yeonjun could let out a sigh, he takes a big step forward and spins so that he’s facing you. Yeonjun executes this with ease. He’s quick on his feet and the next thing you know you’re walking into his chest.

“Don’t apologize.” Yeonjun grabs your wrist and swiftly pulls you to the edge of the hallway so you both aren't blocking the stream of students, “There’s always another week…” He pushes his lips towards one side of his face, eyes looking to the side. He was deep in thought, “Maybe you can come to the final game of the season? I know your house isn’t playing but it would be nice to have the support… I’ll even let you wear one of my extra uniforms… maybe some facepaint?” Yeonjun’s eyes light up at the thought.

“Yeonjun,” you say sternly.

“As a friend?” Yeonjun’s head is tilted to the side, brows knitting as he brings his lips into a pout, “Please?” His eyes pour into yours, making it hard for you to avoid his gaze. He’s waiting intently on a reply.

“I’ll… think about it,” You stall.

Yeonjun smiles, satisfied with your answer. Before he speaks up once again, he hears his name being called from across the hall. It was Wooyoung.

“I’ll see you later, beautiful~”

You groan and call out before you’re out of ear’s reach, “What did I tell you about pet names, Choi Yeonjun!”

Yeonjun turns to acknowledge you, but instead of saying anything to excuse himself, he sends you a wink before reaching his friend.

As expected.

°•. ✿ .•°

pls remember that this is a teaser and I'll be posting the full fic soon! thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

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slowlydifferentbluebird · 1 year

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Okay bestie listen, I've been into exes to lovers lately and I had an idea just sitting in my brain. Imagine G!P Yuqi breaking up with her girlfriend and months later they meet at the party of their mutual friend and they avoid each other but then she sees G!P Minnie or G!P Shuhua (you can choose) just hitting shamelessly on reader and she gets mad and drags her ex girlfriend away just to completely ruin her because of how jealous she got (Female reader if it's alright)

Have a nice day/night❤

Hello bestie, sorry for making you wait so long for this request. This period I wasn't feeling like writing, but trying again is the best way to start again, right? And then this blog has a special connection with G!P Idles at this point 🙈

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Make up for my mistakes

G!P Yuqi X Fem!Reader (feat. G!P Shuhua)

Genre: smut, maybe slightly angst.

It's funny how the person you consider the most important in your life can disappear out of nowhere. Well, that isn't completely right, the heartbreak and the end of your relationship was in the air since months. The reason? Always the same. Yuqi couldn't give you the time and the attention you needed and deserved. But how could she? The comeback, the promotion and the tour sucked her life away from her body, and even sending a simple goodmorning text was too difficult for her schedule.

So one day, you just called her. "It's over", that's what you said to her. A five minute call and your years-long relationship ended "out of nowhere". And after? What happened? Nothing, to be honest. Both of you went ahead with your life. Even when she returned in the city, you simply ignored each other. You were still too angry at her and she knew she fucked up so bad.

But certain things can't really end without a proper talk, especially when fate has its own plan. In fact in the last month you met Yuqi really often, at the cafè, at the market, at the club, everywhere you go, you always meet her. For a moment you also thought about her stalking you, but honestly everytime she was surprised as much as you. "Fine, I'll simply ignore her", you said to yourself, but, once again, fate had other plans for you two.

You were at one party, Miyeon invited you there and you couldn't simply say no to her, because, despite the break-up with Yuqi, Miyeon was too precious as friend and she really missed you. Obviously also the other members were there and they were all super kind with you, especially one: Shuhua. Now, the maknae was living her fuckboy era and you were happy about her renewed confidence, but you didn't expect her to hit on you.

Like, you knew her since she was a shy little bean and you look her grow up and become a stunning woman, but for some reason(maybe the alcohol, maybe her very revealing dress) you were alright with her trying to bring you to her bed. You two flirted all night, you two danced together, she even grinded her bulge on your ass in various occasions. And when you decided to go all-in, you closed your eyes, catched your breath, ready to meet her lips from a moment to another...

...but the kiss never arrived. Instead you just heard an heavy noise and someone screaming. You opened your eyes again and what you saw made you gasp: Yuqi was towering over Shu, that was now on the floor. Her eyes had no more lust on them, but only fear, because Yuqi was absolutely furious.

"What do you think you're doing?", you asked to Yuqi, pushing her shoulder, trying to defend the maknae. "Shut up, I'm not talking with you", she answered without looking in your direction. "Of course, you never talked to me, even when we were together", your anger speak out for you. This time Yuqi looked at you and you could see all the emotions switching up on her face: surprise, sadness, anger, decision.

"Let's talk then", she said grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the first empty room she found. "Stop, let me go, now!", you tried to order but Yuqi was having none of it after what she saw. "No, I won't let you fuck my members", she screamed in your face. "At least someone fucks me", you shouted back, but you immediately regretted your choice, seeing the smirk on the girl face.

"Ohhhh~, so this is the problem, uh? I'm gonna solve it soon", her smirk was almost sadic at this point. "Song Yuqi, don't you daaaaa~", your warning was never finished due to the moans that the kiss of Yuqi on your neck provoked. "Stop, stop... don't stop~", the way you changed idea the moment her hands started wondering around your body seemed proper of a sitcom, but anyone watching could tell that this was for sure another genre.

"These were the attention you were lacking, my bad for not understanding, sweetie", she said groping your ass. That made you at the same time weak and crazy, so crazy that you put your tongue in her mouth. You two were making out as teenagers, but you were so needy at that point that your clothes down there were soaked, but you were not the only one excited: you could feel the hard cock of the girl through the texture of her trousers.

You knew that making out session really hit the right button for Yuqi, because she pushed you on the floor and unbuckled her pants, taking out her giant cock. You knew what was going to happen...the moment you got on your knees, she was slapping your face with it. "How you dare break up with me? You're my bitch", she said between her teeth, before slipping her dick inside your mouth.

If you were expecting her to contain herself...well, you were hella wrong. You were not sucking her cock, she was fucking your face. And she was thrusting so hard with her hips that your head would have probably hit the wall if it hadn't been for Yuqi hands keeping you glued to her crotch. "I can't believe your slut lips were about to kiss another member", now she was fully unhinged, keeping to move without caring about you lacking oxygen. But you resisted until eventually she sprayed the biggest load of cum directly down your throat.

Now you we're coughing on the floor, finally breathing again, even if you were lacking energies to move. Yuqi instead was a force of nature, still far from being satisfied, so she roughly took your pants away, probably ruining them in the meanwhile, leaving you half-naked on the floor.

And still on the floor the action continued because she took advantage of your booty in the air to get behind you and putting her hard dick inside of you. It was raw, animalistic sex and...you were loving it so bad. Being used as an object by your ex was so wrong...but it felt so good and you wouldn't change this moment for nothing in the world.

The flow of your thoughts was interrupted by a slap of Yuqi. "Moan for me, whore, make everybody know you're my property", she groawled in your ear, before pulling your hair from behind. "Ahhhh~, yes yes, I'm Yuqi slut, all my holes are hers", you moaned and screamed so loudly that probably everyone at party heard it, despite the loud music.

Yuqi kept going until, for the second time in a couple of minutes, she emptied her balls inside you, making your pussy leak, for the quantity she released. "Don't even think I'm finished with you", she said, streching, before turning your body that was laying with the face on the floor.

Now you were facing her that unexpectedly kissed you with love and not with lust. "I'm going to make you mine again", she whispered in your ear, before returning to ruin you, putting her cock once again inside you. You were already full of her cum but that didn't stopped the girl from Beijing to keep fucking you until she creampied you while looking directly in your eyes.

You didn't know if you were back together officially after the party, but you knew was for sure that hadn't been the last night you two spent together.

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I hope you like it, bestie. I probably went a bit crazy, but it was my first smut in a long time 😅💙

Zazá

#ask me anything #kpop #kpop girls #kpop smut #gidle yuqi #gidle smut #yuqi smut

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itgirlgyu · 1 year

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✰ KDRAMA CHARACTERS ID MAKE UP TO GIVE TO TXT MEMBERS IN TRUE BEAUTY! even though ive never watched the kdrama and hate the webtoon with every inch of my being.

𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗🩰 true beauty fans feel free to send me hate but you won't change my opinion.

YEONJUN: main character's savior aka the cameo 'almost' secondary second lead that appears mid-way into the drama after the main characters have always already confessed to each other and the second male lead has been casted aside BUT right now the main leads are having problems so in comes: choi yeonjun! for like either two episodes or two scenes, nothing in between.

probably someone huge in the industry who meets the main character in some make up room, while saving them from the other bully make up artist. shows too much interest despite not giving any attention but they are like, " who is she who does not give a fuck about me?" but with a nice guy smirk while showing off side profile and his nose bridge.

BOTTOM LINE, does not get the girl but ends in a good note where he is shown giving a shy smile in the camera and leaving probably definitely) gets casted as a male lead almost immediately after the show finished airing.

SOOBIN: is like those lowly assistant pd in the show where the main characters works as a makeup artist. sees the main character crying under the stairs, contemplates whether he should go or not to console but then he gets yelled at to get his ass moving. even ends up forgetting he saw any girl crying or whatever his life is already as hard as it is.

ALSO wears very thick black glasses, like the ones he does irl.

Is shown shamelessly clapping at the end of the drama when the main character accepts herself as if he did not just ignore the poor girl when she was crying all alone.

BEOMGYU: main character's useless, and very annoying date to a double date that main character gets roped in while she's at school. absolutely nuisance, can't sit properly in his chair, talks smack about the main character to her face because he's an insensitive teenage boy who wants the world to work on his whim. makes remarks like he can play "connect the dot" on her face with the acne while sipping loudly and obnoxiously from his straw.

EXCLUSIVELY wears a hoodie over his school uniform and has the most punchable face, we see him again when the main character becomes "hot" but he doesn't remember going with her on a date and tries to flirt and get her number. doesn't get the hint when he's turned down.

GETS punched at least once before his screen time in the show ends.

TAEHYUN: that one character we don't really think is important until the end of the series but he is still not important because he gets no lines.

WORKS in that comic shop where the main characters met up and they extensively, and LOUDLY discussed their secrets. like if he wanted he could have ended the entire series in 20 minutes.

BRO has all the gossip but we only see his scenes, those camera shots between the bookshelves or on top of ladders cleaning the store.

KINDA gets a fan following after the series ends. #WeNeedToHearHisVoice!

HUENING KAI: that one token wasian character in the industry that is introduced to have never stood foot in south korea but speaks english with like 40 layers of korean accent lathered on.

BECOMES bestie with the main character and posts cringe selfies on his Instagram. literally kick-starts the main character's career from his mouth of word and star power.

LIKE this man does more for the main character than what the main lead and second lead has done for the poor girl also gets paired up with one of the main character's best friends by the end of the series, but its only initiated. *wink* *wink*

ITGIRLGYU' 23: feedback and reblogs are always appreciated and expected if you enjoyed it! PERM TAG LIST: @full-sunnies @impureperhaps @jisungsdaydreamer @wonioml @1921choi @forever-in-the-sky2 @ox1-lovesick

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mikrokcsmos · 2 years

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GIRL YOU NEED TO DO SOMETHING WITH JUNGKOOK AND HIS VLIVE 👀

FLUFF AS FLUFFY AS HIS HAIR PLEASE

OH AND BAM

- 😮‍💨

ASK AND U SHALL RECEIVE (sometimes)

Hehe enjoy <3

TEASE (M)

gif credits to the wonderful @jung-koook (cause I couldn’t find it in the gifs search function lol)

synopsis; in which Jungkook can’t keep himself from flirting — both with ARMY and you.

pairing; idol!jungkook x girlfriend!reader ft. baby bam

genre; fluff, humor, smut, vlive au

rating; 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings; foul language, Jungkook being a highkey playboy while drinking beer, light smut in the form of touching (f. receiving) but nothing too explicit (that'll be in part two ;)), itty bitty exhibitionsim (or is it voyeurism? idk but one of those) heh, note this doesn't follow the entire live, just snippets.

w/c; 1,248

a/n; I’m not okay. 🙃

“Jungkook, if you don’t stop, you’re single handedly going to be the death of ARMY.”

Bam has his head resting over your outstretched legs as he sits on the floor next to the couch beside you, one hand of yours continuously stroking his head as you watch Jungkook flirt shamelessly with everyone on his vlive he’s currently filming – one in which the company has no idea he’s doing.

You’re positioned just off camera, yet still seated close enough next to him on the couch that you can easily kick his butt with your foot if needed.

“Watch the jewels!” He scolds lightly at you, rubbing his butt you just kicked. You snicker, until he reaches behind him to grab your foot and tickle it, making you squeal and squirm, kicking your foot at him that ARMY can see on camera.

“ARMY just said to leave me alone, y/n.”

“Tell him to stop tickling me then!” You say loud enough that they can hear you in the background.

“Okay, okay! I’ll stop.” He raises his hands in front of him to show he’s not lying. Another question rises. He answers.

“Did I get scolded by the company yet?” He waves his hand in the air passively. “Nah, I’ve had my years in the career.”

You shake your head at that, sometimes he can be so reckless. But you can’t be mad at him when it’s been so long since he’s personally interacted with fans. You could tell he was becoming more sullen as the days progressed. When he came up with the idea, part of you wanted to say no, though when it came down to it, you couldn’t. Not when he’s looked the happiest he’s been in a long time.

“They may have not, but the members did!” You say, nudging him with your big toe in his muscled, black sweats wearing thigh. He swats you away, still focused on the screen in front of him, but smirks at what you said.

“Y/N is right, they told me not to do another live while drinking, but here I am! Again.” His hand curls around the large mug handle that houses his beer.

“I’m a man who doesn’t give up!” He bows, like the true showman he is in front of the camera, then clinks the glass with the screen. “Hello, I’m Jungkook!”

He places the cold mug to his lips, a sly grin beginning to form that has you worried. His free hand that’s off screen begins to massage the foot he just ignored a few moments ago, you raise your brow at him, but he doesn’t see it.

“Do you want to get married?”

Your ears perk up at that, heart rate accelerating at the newfound topic. One that has yet to be discussed within the four years of you two dating. As if sensing your anxiety, Bam jumps up onto the couch to curl in between you and the couch.

Jungkook’s eyes soften as he gazes at you both, head turned away from the screen for a moment to watch how well you and Bam get along. It’s not till your eyes lock onto his, that he puckers his lips at you both. You blow him a kiss with your hand that’s not stroking Bam. He grins, focusing back onto the screen, ultimately dodging the question. Your heart rate returns back to normal when the moment passes.

“Don’t ignore us? That’s cute. So cute, it’s right up my alley.” He runs his fingers through his hair, lopsided grin on display. Unbeknownst to you, he pans the camera onto your oblivious figure, attention still plastered to your phone, but it's when Bam's ears perk that has your eyes flickering up in wonder.

"Just look at my cutie right here, isn't Bam so precious?" It takes all of five seconds for Bam to maneuver his way on the couch over to Jungkook who scoops him up in front of the camera for everyone to see. With the camera still panned onto you, you point at the dog dad and his son with a pout.

"See what I have to deal with? Bam is the one that gets all the love in this relationship, not me. I should just leave--," You sigh heavily, feigning being upset and pushing yourself up off the couch. Jungkook's oversize shirt perfectly ends at your knees due to your short stature, so you know no flashing will take place.

Jungkook attempts to grab the edge of hisyour shirt, and as you twirl away from him and out of view, he's the one pouting now.

"Baby, you know I love you, right?" He calls out to your retreating form as you make your way to the kitchen for a glass of water. Bam continues to lick his face all the while, nearly shoving his tongue down Jungkook's throat when he keeps trying to talk through Bam's love assault.

Two minutes then pass of complete silence.

That should've been your first warning.

"If I was your boyfriend, never let you go~"

Your body stiffens, arm outstretched halfway to pick up a glass off the drying rack, fingertips grazing the glass. Jungkook continues singing Justin Bieber.

"Keep you on my arm, girl~."

The singing gets closer, until you feel the warmth of his body as he slides up next to you using the smooth flooring to his advantage in his sock clad feet, one microphone in hand. An arm snakes it's way around your waist to pull you snug into his side, him nuzzling your neck for a moment before he finishes his rendition of the song.

Out of your peripheral, you see the laptop now faces the kitchen, upper half of your bodies in plain sight and the rest covered by the kitchen island planted in the middle of the kitchen. Bam has seemed to make himself busy by curling up in the warm spot on the couch that Jungkook was taking up previously.

He sways your bodies, a song you most definitely didn't expect to play reaching your ears, along with Jungkook's hot breath that's outlining the shell of your ear. You nearly stop breathing when he gets to the chorus, tattooed hand sneaking it's way down your side, bunching the edge of your shirt in it's scathing wake.

"Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot~"

His front now presses firmly against your back, entire body leaning against yours that allows you to feel every taught curve and crevice of his body that's hidden beneath his baggy clothing, including his already semi hard-on that presses into your lower back. His hand glides itself underneath your shirt to rub small circles on your stomach. Your breath does stop then.

"Jeon Jungkook." You warn him, quietly. He ignores you.

"At the body shop~"

Lower, dangerously lower.

"Doing something unholy~"

You have to bite your lip in order to prevent the whimper that wants to escape when two fingers press firmly against your clothed core. The devilish grin that appears on his face when you tilt your head back against his chest with your mouth slightly open to look at him with a look of need just makes him press harder, and you nearly keel onto the floor if it wasn't for his body weight alone keeping you pressed immobile against the cool marble countertop, the edge digging into your abdomen harshly.

This motherfucker knew what he was doing to you, and he didn't care.

What a tease.

#jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #bts jeon jungkook #vlive au #baby bam #drabble masterlist #jungkook drabble #masterlist; drabbles #masterlist; rgds #masterlist; main

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dc-marvel-life · 1 year

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Perfect Fit Part 5

Pairings: Wanda x Natasha x reader

Summary: Y/N is the new member joining the Avengers that came from a top-secret program in SHIELD that she was in all her life. Now that she has joined the team, she is experiencing life for the first time. She has caught the eye of the two most powerful women on the team.

Word Count: ~6.2k

A/N: Someone on Ao3 said my last chapter was too short. I am stubborn, so I wanted to prove them wrong. Just look at the word count. Have fun!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Y/N, Natasha, and Wanda are all having a nice lunch together like they do every day. After Y/N finishes her morning/ early afternoon training, she goes straight to the kitchen to find Wanda and Natasha with lunch already made.

The dynamic has changed between the three of them ever since the day of the extra training with Natasha and Wanda. Wanda heard Y/N’s loud thoughts on how she felt about Natasha. They spent all night talking about what she heard.

Now the couple wants to test Y/N to see if she likes Wanda the same way or if it is just for Natasha. They came up with the only idea that came to mind: shamelessly flirt with her. Wanda will also be more touchy with Y/N to get her point across.

They thought to read her mind for a second to figure out what she was thinking, but Wanda could not do that. Wanda reads Natasha’s mind because they have known and been dating each other for years and have complete trust in each other. They are connected mind, body, and soul.

Y/N has noticed that Wanda has been a bit handsy lately. She has not said anything because she did not think about it too much. Y/N thought it was a little strange that she had been touching her more right in front of Natasha, but it could have been friendly.

“What do you think of the food? I have been trying out a new recipe.” Wanda says while putting her hand on Y/N’s forearm and rubbing it with her thumb.

“It is delicious, like always. You are a good cook, and you must teach me one day. That way, I do not need to keep eating you guys’ food,” Y/N says, looking down at Wanda’s hand and smiling. She likes the feeling of Wanda and tries to quiet her thoughts so Wanda does not hear them.

“Oh please, Wanda loves to cook, and we love having you for our meals. It means we can get more quantity time with you,” Natasha says and smiles along with Wanda.

“Hey Nat, I need to talk to you,” Yelena says, surprising everyone. She was so quiet no one knew that she was in the kitchen. Wanda moved her hand away from Y/N’s forearm. Natasha nods, gets up from the table, and heads to a quiet spot to talk with her sister.

“Hey, Lena, what's up?” Natasha asks, crossing her arms and leading against the closest wall.

“Nothing; I am just handing you this box you ordered a little over a month ago, remember?” Yelena hands over a small brown box that is in Yelena’s name on it. Natasha looks at it confused because she does not remember ordering something a month ago and putting it in her sister's name. Natasha opens the box to a smaller velvet box; then, everything dawns on her.

Natasha ordered an engagement ring for Wanda a month ago when she was ready to pop the big question. She had been looking for the perfect ring for a while and came across one just right for Wanda, but things had changed. When she ordered the ring and thought about marrying Wanda, Y/N was not in the picture. Now Natasha and Wanda want to explore something more with Y/N and to have her in their lives and, hopefully, their relationship.

Natasha looks over at Wanda and Y/N and sees how happy they are talking and joking around. She lets out a loud sigh.

Yelena is confused about why Natasha is not more excited about getting the ring. Just a little over a month ago, Natasha was so happy and ready to get married when talking with her and Kate, and now she looks like she does not want to. Yelena looks over to see what Natasha is looking at, and she sees that Wanda and Y/N are very close to each other.

They are being flirty and slightly touchy with each other. While Natasha thinks about how great all three of them together will be, Yelena sees this as a threat. She believes that the hope in Natasha's expression is sadness.

Yelena thinks Wanda is cheating on Natasha with Y/N. Y/N is destroying her sister’s relationship. They did not have a problem before Y/N showed up, and now she and Wanda are all close.

“Thanks for this, sis” Natasha then puts the small box in her back pocket. Wanda and Y/N smile at the sisters. They both head back to where Wanda and Y/N are at.

Yelena is about to say something to the pair, but Fury's voice comes over the intercom.

“All Avengers! I repeat, all Avengers! Come to the briefing room right away for a critical mission. You have 2 minutes,” Fury states.

Everyone looks at each other for a second, gets up, and goes to the briefing room across the compound. All team members are in the room before the two-minute mark. Even T’Challa is there, so you know it is an essential mission if it is all hands on deck.

Y/N sits at the table, then Wanda and Natasha sit on each side of her. Y/N tried her best to hold in her smile and thoughts. She is pleased that they are both by her side. Natasha and Wanda did this intentionally so Y/N feel more included with the couple and not an outcast. Also, to be close to her because they are like high school girls having a crush on the most popular boy in school and just trying to get their attention any way they can.

Once everyone is seated and settled, he starts the mission debrief.

“Thank you all for coming here on time because we have a massive mission on hand. Since mutants were discovered, people have abused their powers or outcasted them from society. Many children mutant auctions go on across the whole world. The richest and evilest people come together and buy children to either have them as trophies or use them for evil. We have been taking down smaller rings over the years but could never get the biggest ring off the street. That changes today, though. Thanks for the help with the X-men; we got the location of the next audition that will happen, and it is tonight,” everyone's attention was on Fury after hearing that, “We were able to get an inside informant, so we know some information before going in blindly” Fury continues and Y/N is on edge and ready to go on the mission.

This mission means a lot for Y/N because it is her first mission, and she was a part of this children's mutant auction when she was young. Luckily SHEILD could step in before she was sold to the highest bidder because who knows where she would be today.

“So here is the plan: there will be four teams. One team is going to be on lookout outside the building. Another team is going to be working the event. One team is going through the back to find the children. The last team will be attending the event” Everyone nods to Fury.

“Team Gamma will be attending the event, and that will be Y/N. This will be a perfect first mission for you, and no one there knows that you are an avenger, and we are going to keep it that way,” Fury crossing his arms.

“Y/N is an Avengers, but I like having a powerful team member hidden from the public so people do not get any ideas that the Avengers will step in soon. If we sent you on undercover missions, then they won’t know who you are” Fury then looks at Y/N.

“Your new uniform is ready, and you will go to the lab after the meeting to pick it up” Y/N smiles and contains her excitement. Wanda and Natasha look at Y/N with joy at how excited she is. Wanda grabs Y/N’s hand to help her calm down.

Yelena takes notice of it and sighs out loud.

“Team Alpha will consist of Wanda, Bucky, and Bruce. You guys will be on lookout outside the building, making sure no one gets in or out” Fury passes their mission folder to them, and they start to look over it.

“Team Beta will consist of Tony, Steve, Peter, Thor, and T’Challa. You guys will sneak in through the back of the building, look for the children, and get them out safely” Fury passes their mission folder.

“Lastly, team Delta will consist of Yelena, Kate, Clint, Carol, Natasha, and Sam. You guys will be working the event to watch over Y/N and backup if anything goes down with any other team” Fury passes their mission folder. The room was silent for a second while everyone was reading the folder.

“Fury, are you sure you send in Y/N alone?” Carol questions, and everyone looks at her.

“Do you think she can’t handle it?” Natasha questions and puts her hand on Y/N’s thigh under the table.

At first, Y/N was upset that Carol did not think she could handle a mission on her own, but having Wanda hold one of her hands and Natasha’s hand on her thigh. It was doing some things to her where she could not focus.

“Yes, I know Y/N can handle it. It would look weird for her to attend the auction alone. She needs a date,” Carol says, giving Natasha a side-eye.

“You know what, you are right, Carol. You will be her date tonight. I will get you an extra ticket” Fury then takes out his phone to text someone about another ticket.

Natasha and Wanda both got stiff at the thought of Carol being Y/N’s date. It is pretty obvious now that Carol likes Y/N, but Y/N is a bit dense and does not realize it.

“She is trying really hard to be close to Y/N all the time, and it is getting on my nerves,” Natasha tells Wanda through their mind link. At the same time, Fury discusses minor details of the mission.

“Why is that?” Wanda then raises her eyebrow and smirk.

“Because we are doing that with Y/N now, too, and she is trying to take her away from us” Natasha's grip on Y/N's thighs tightened slightly.

“Trust me, I do not like it as much as you, but we are not dating Y/N. She is her own woman and will make her own decisions, my dragoste” Wanda ends the mind link and looks over to a grumpy Natasha.

“Alright, any questions about the mission?” Fury asked before ending the meeting, and no one had any questions.

“Good, see you guys at the hangar later” Fury walks out of the room, and everyone slowly follows. Everyone went into their room to prepare for the mission.

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Wanda and Natasha enter their room right after the meeting.

“It would look weird for her to attend the auction alone. She needs a date,” Natasha mimics what Carol said in the meeting. Wanda is trying to hold in her laughter because of how jealous Natasha is acting.

Natasha sighs deeply while sitting at her desk and then looking over the mission folder. Wanda throws her mission folder on their shared bed, strolls over to Natasha, and wraps her arms loosely around her.

“Maybe we should start talking to Y/N about our feelings for her and not be so overly jealous,” Wanda says, then kisses Natasha’s neck.

“Yes, we should. I know I am acting very jealous right now, and I am sorry. I am primarily upset about how much it is affecting me. I haven’t felt this since I realized I had a crush on you in the beginning” Natasha leans her head away to give Wanda more room to kiss her neck.

“Oh, I remember. The day I knew that you felt the same way I did was when you challenged Vison to a fight when he asked me out on a date,” Wanda laughs.

“Yeah, I did. I just remember Vison looking shocked at why I challenged him to a fight” Natasha joins in on the laughing.

“It just bothers me seeing that people also want Y/N too. I feel so many emotions; I don’t know what to do but be mad or upset” Natasha sighs and closes the mission folder. Wanda then turns Natasha’s chair around so they are facing each other.

“I understand what you are going through because I am going through the same thing, but I am not voicing it” Wanda smiles at Natasha.

“I want you to understand that just because I have feeling for Y/N too and show how jealous I can get, that does not change my feelings about you whatsoever. You are wanted and loved by me, so never forget that, please,” Natasha says.

Natasha wishes she could show Wanda the ring she got for her, but it is the wrong place and time for this until they figure out their feelings for Y/N.

“Trust me, Nat, I know. Every day I wake up and see you, I know that I am wanted and loved. I want you to know the same. You are wanted and loved even though I also have feelings for Y/N” Wanda kisses Natasha deeply.

“How about this. After the mission, we go to that little Italian place that we love and get something to-go. Come back to watch movies all night long and end that night with dessert,” Wanda proposes.

“I like the sound of that. What dessert will we be getting?” Natasha questions.

“I do not care, as long as I get to eat it off of you,” Wanda smirks.

“This is why I am in love with you,” Natasha says, kissing Wanda again.

“I know,” Wanda laughs.

“So we know that we both like Y/N more than a friend, and we can believe that Y/N feels the same about us with the flirting and her loud thoughts about us,” Wanda says, and Nathasha nods.

“Now we just need to talk to Y/N about this because I bet she just thinks we are being friendly,” Wanda says.

“Yeah, that will make sense because we have been dating for seven years, and who would think after seven years we would want to add another person into our relationship,” Natasha says.

“Plus, we do not even know if she wants that. We might be just crushes for her,” Wanda says, a little upset at the thought.

“Dorogoy, do not think like that. We have known her for a little over a month now, and I think we have a shot at this. We never know until we try, and if it doesn’t work out, then we move past it. No matter what, we still have each other,” Natasha pecks Wanda's lips.

“You are right. Let’s say that Y/N does want a relationship with us. I want a relationship where it is a different relationship between the three of us and one whole relationship. I want you two to have your own relationship with me and her to have our own relationship too. Of course, we will still have our relationship too. We will also have one big relationship where it is the three of us,” Wanda says.

“That is precisely what I want too. We both have time with each person in the relationship while having one big one” Natasha and Wanda look lovely at each other.

“I am happy that we were finally able to sit down and talk about our feelings about Y/N,” Wanda says.

“Me too. We really needed that to happen. Now we both know that we still love each other, but we want to see where things go with Y/N. Now let’s get ready for the mission because the faster we return, the faster I can eat that dessert off of you,” Natasha says, and Wanda laughs. They both get ready for the mission.

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Everyone got ready for the mission and now going to the hangar to take them to the location.

Y/N comes in, and she is in a black jumpsuit with a gold band around the waist and wearing gold color platforms.

“Wow, you look gorgeous in that Y/N,” Natasha says, walking up to Y/N with Wanda also agreeing.

“Why, thank you. You also look stunning in that worker's uniform, Nat. Wanda, you look magnificent in that stealth uniform,” Y/N says, staring at the couple. Everyone working the event is wearing a worker's suit, people who are watching outside are wearing their stealth uniform, and people rescuing the kids are just wearing their standard uniform.

“Thanks. This event must be a high class because this uniform is fancy for no reason. I think they use real gold on the suspenders for some reason,” Natasha says, showing off the uniform.

“Let me check,” Y/N says, then touches the claps on the suspender and turns her arm gold.

“Yeah, they use real gold for the claps,” Y/N says, looking at her arm and feeling the weight of it.

“How do you know that it is real gold?” Wanda questions.

“Well, when I was young and first started training. I needed to start on an easy heavy metal, and that was real gold. It is pretty heavy too, and I can feel it in my arm,” Y/N says, smiling.

“So that is why you work out so much. You have to be able to hold yourself up with all the heavy metals you use,” Wanda says and touches Y/N’s arm to see how strong she is.

“You are very strong,” Wanda says, impressed because Y/N does not look as strong as she is.

“Why thank you, I train very hard to impress,” Y/N says cockily.

“Well, you impressed Nat and me when we first met you,” Wanda says softly.

“I am glad that I impress the two most powerful, beautiful ladies on the team,” Y/N says and looks at the couple.

“I am also impressed, too,” Carol says, walking into the hangar and looking at Y/N up and down. Carol is wearing a black blazer with a cute white blouse on and a gold belt to hold up her black dress pants.

“Look at us matching. We did not even plan this,” Y/N says and laughs. People come around to talk to everyone. People are talking about how perfect Y/N and Carol look together, and they did not even need to try. This annoyed Wanda and Natasha that people already imagine Carol and Y/N together.

After a bit of time, the whole team is in the hangar and getting ready to take off. Some people are off stretching, getting their bodies ready, others are goofing off to pass the time, and some are reading the mission folder to ensure they know exactly what to do. Once it was about time to take off, Steve called everyone together.

“I just want to say you all look great tonight, and we are going to take down this auction tonight and have the kids taken somewhere safely. I know that this is your first mission Y/N, but you are going to do great” Steve looks at Y/N and smiles.

“Now we have a car for Y/N and Carol, thanks to Tony,” Steve points out the Rolls Royce behind the group.

“Yeah, yeah, I know that I am awesome. Also, here is your “betting” money” Tony hands Carol a bag of cash.

“Great, we have everything that we all need; let’s get going,” Steve says, and the team starts to go into the jet while Carol and Y/N go to the car. Before the two get into the car Natasha and Wanda stop the two.

“Hey, Y/N, we just want to say good luck on your first mission. You are going to do great,” Natasha says, smiling along with Wanda. They wish they could do more, like kiss her good luck, but they can’t.

“Thanks, you guys. You guys are the best,” Y/N says, then goes to the car and opens the passenger door for Carol to get in, then go to the driver's side and drives away. Natasha and Wanda head over to the jet.

“Gosh, Y/N looked hot in that jumpsuit,” Wanda says.

“I know; I can’t wait for her to be ours,” Natasha says while getting on the jet.

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Y/N and Carol have a peaceful drive to the building. They were getting to know each other better. Y/N sees Carol as a good friend and can talk to her about anything. Carol has been flirty with Y/N since the day they met but sees Y/N more as a friend that she flirts with. She does not what a relationship out of this because she thinks Y/N is too good for her. She is okay with their friendship with a little flirting, but Y/N is a bit dense regarding the flirting part.

They are to pull up to the building where the auction is supposed to take place. It was a mansion with lights lighting the whole estate and yard. There is a line to get into the area to valet your car.

“Wow, this place is big, and sadly there are a lot of people going to this place,” Y/N says, looking out the window.

“Yeah, but Fury did say that this is the biggest ring in the world. It is not that shocking that there are this many people here. Are you ready for this?” Carol asks Y/N.

“Yeah, I am ready,” Y/N says, pulling up to the valet. She shows the worker their tickets and gets out of the car. She hands the keys over and walks together with Carol. When they get to the front door, they are stopped by security.

“Please empty your pockets and open any bags that you have,” the security officer says. They empty their pockets and open all the bags to show them that they are clean. They run the metal detector over them and let them in.

They could not bring any weapons in, but luckily they were two walking weapons. The next station was the coat rack, and they were handing out masks so other people don’t know their identities, which is wise to have. There are a lot of people that are big names in the mansion now.

They take a mask and start to walk around the place to get a good feel and know their surroundings.

Team Delta is already in place and working the event. They see Yelena, and she comes over with drinks on her tray and hands them to Y/N and Carol. While handing the glass over to Y/N, Yelena spills it all over Y/N’s jumpsuit.

“Hey, what the hell is your problem?” Y/N asks Yelena.

“I am not the one with the problem here,” Yelena says back, leaving Carol and Y/N confused. Yelena wishes she could say more about Y/N with Wanda fucking behind Natasha's back, but they are on a mission and have to act like they don’t know each other.

“I need you two to stop glaring at each other. I can hear it through the link. Separate and act like you don’t know each other,” Steve says through the team mind link.

Y/N is a little thrown off by the mind because this is her first time. It is a lot on a person the first time hearing it. Carol comforts Y/N by putting her arm around Y/N. Carol understands what she is going through because she went through the same thing.

“It is okay. I know it is a lot to have all of us in your head right now, but you can block it off yourself. Now breathe,” Carol says, and Y/N feels better now. Y/N thanks Carol, but Yelena is still in front of them, glaring at Y/N.

Natasha sees what is going on and steps in to pull Yelena away.

“I am so sorry, ma’am. She is new at this, and it won’t happen again, right” Natasha says, and Yelena just nods. Natasha drags Yelena over to the side where people are not at.

“What is your problem, and why are you about to fight Y/N during a mission,” Natasha says quietly but harshly.

“I am fighting for your relationship, but you are too blind to see it,” Yelena says and walks away, leaving a confused Natasha.

Back to Y/N and Carol, they are at the bar getting drinks, mocktails, of course. They have to be sharp to be able to fight, but they look like they are having a great time like the other guest.

“Checking in with everyone. We just got into the back of the mansion and now looking for the kids. Everyone is in position, right?” Steve asks through the mind link.

“Team Alpha is good, and it looks like everyone who is supposed to show up is here because there hasn’t been a new car in a while,” Wanda says.

“Team Delta is good too, and we are all spread out and have eyes everywhere,” Clint says.

“Team Gama is good also. We are now talking with a few people. It is sick how many people are here to have these kids,” Carol says.

“Good job, team. Team Beta is looking for the kids now; we will let you know when we find them,” Steve says.

Carol and Y/N wandered around for a few minutes then there was an announcement that the auction was about to start, and all of the guests needed to head to the ballroom. Everyone heads into the amorous ballroom.

They find a seat that is near the back of the room. Everyone gets quiet when a man in a well tailor suit that fits his body well comes out on stage. The first thing you notice about the man is that he is bald, but he looks relatively young to be bald. He also has a great smile on him.

“Well, hello, everyone. I am happy to see you all here tonight for my auction. Tonight I will be showing you all kinds of mutant children. Some of them can be powerful to beat the Avengers one day, or they will be great for talking points for you to bring up to brag. I don’t really care what you do with them as long as you pay me to have them,” the man says and laughs, with everyone joining in.

“Now, I bet you are wondering how we can keep such powerful kids in one room without any problems; let me show you how,” the man waves off stage, and a kid comes to the stage and stands next to the man.

“All of the children have a special implant in their ear where if they disobey you, then you can send a very high frequency to stop them. Let me show you how it works” the man pulls out a small remote control.

“You get to control them with this little remote. Impressive huh?! Don’t worry if you have more than one either, because you can set it to each kid you have. Right now, I am doing a broad one because the other kids are somewhere else and won’t hear it; only the kid in this room” the man presses the remote, and the kid starts to yell.

Carol can’t look at the scene in front of her, so she looks at Y/N, who is having a hard time but for a different reason.

“What is wrong, Y/N?” Carol ask.

“I can hear the frequency. It is painful,” Y/N says quietly. She is trying hard not to make much noise, but it is getting too much for her.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Y/N says, screaming at the top of her lungs, getting everyone’s attention. The man presses the remote to stop the frequency, and Y/N finally isn’t in pain but is a little weak.

“It can’t be,” the man says, pushing the kid off stage, then points the remote at Y/N and turns it on again. This causes Y/N to scream again. Natasha hears this and starts making her way over to Y/N.

The man stops the frequency again.

“I can not believe that you are back here again, my favorite child. Ladies and gentlemen, I am so sorry for this interruption, but one of my children that was taken away from me is now back. Some agency took her away from me when she was young before I sold her. The reason why I remember her is because she was so assertive and feisty. I knew that she was going to be an expensive one,” the man says and starts to walk over to Y/N.

“Do you need my help?” Carol asks Y/N.

“No, I will handle this,” Y/N says angrily because this man is talking about her like she is some property and not human.

“What is going on up there?” Steve asks.

“Y/N got marked and is about to handle the main man. Not as an avenger though, but as an old child that was going to be auctioned when she was younger,” Sam says.

“Does she need help?” Steve ask.

“No, I do not. If you attack now, they will know that the Avengers are here and going after the kids. He just thinks I am here for him. Go look for the kids,” Y/N says, looking around to find Natasha staring at her.

Y/N stands up from the ground and goes toward Natasha since she is close. Y/N slips behind her and goes underneath her jacket to feel for the gold claps. After running her hands over Natasha’s body to find the claps, she turns to gold and charges at the man. Guard already have their guns out and start shooting at Y/N.

At this point, people are starting to run out of the room so they don’t get hit by a bullet. Leaving only the workers, team Delta, Y/N, Carol, guards, and the man left in the ballroom.

Y/N does care for the bullets and goes straight after all the guards, taking them out quickly. She then turns towards the man and attacks him. They are both skilled fighters, landing few punches.

The Avengers that are in the ballroom are very impressed by Y/N’s skill. This is the first time to see her fight in action.

The one thing that Y/N has over the man is endurance, and he starts to tire out. Y/N takes this opportunity to land a powerful uppercut putting the man on his back. Y/N gets on top of him to knock him out, but he is not going down without a fight.

One of his workers sees that he is losing and goes on stage where the remote is and presses it. This sends the frequency to Y/N, and she screams out in pain. The work turns the frequency all the way up to the point where Y/N's ears start to bleed.

It was too much for Y/N, so Kate took out her crossbow and shot the remote to stop the frequency. It did the trick, and Y/N tops screamings but still held her head because of the pain.

“We found the children and getting them out now. Attack if needed,” Steve says. Without a second thought, team delta attacks the rest of the guards that are coming in.

Natasha goes for Y/N and drags her to a quiet corner.

“Malysh, what is wrong?” Natasha asks Y/N.

“My head, it’s scrambled and hurt so bad,” Y/N says, curling into Natasha, who is holding her tight.

“Don’t worry. We will help you,” Natasha says.

“Wanda, I need your help. Y/N needs your help. Her brain is fired and needs your help to clear it,” Natasha asks over their private mind link.

Wanda does not think but just goes to find Nataha and Y/N. Once she finds them in the corner, she comes over and clears Y/N’s mind. Y/N can finally rest.

“We need you to rest now, dulceata, while we go and handle the man right now,” Wanda says, wiping the sweat away from Y/N’s forehead. All Y/N can do now is nod. Wanda returns to her post outside, and Natasha goes and helps her team.

“I can’t believe that the Avengers are here to mess up my auction. I was just about to get back one of my prize possessions too. Well, it looks like it is time for me to head out,” the man says, sneaking out while everyone else is distracted.

The next thing you know, there is a huge explosion that happens.

“Alright, guys, it is time to get out of here because the place is on fire. While we were getting the kids out of there, one of the guards tried to stop us, but one of the kids used their powers to stop them. Let’s just say the kid did not have control over their power, and there is a fire that can’t be stopped,” Tony says.

With that, everyone runs out of the building. Natasha grabs and is now unconscious Y/N and carries her to the jet. When all of the team is on the jet, they take off. It was all hands on deck because there were many children on the jet with powers, so it was a handful. Luckily the kids know that they are there to help and are just happy to be out of there.

Natasha and Wanda are in the front of the plane with a sleeping Y/N across both of their laps. Y/N’s head is on Wanda’s lap, and she is combing her fingers through Y/N’s hair. Nathasa is rubbing Y/N’s knee.

Yelena walks by to see the scene, and she scoffs at it. Natasha makes a mental note of how she needs to talk to Yelena to see what is going on with her and why she does not like Y/N.

The first stop was a SHEILD building to drop off all the kids at a safe location where they would get the best care. Fury was talking about giving the X-men money for taking so many kids in at once. Afterward, the team headed home to the compound to wind down for the night.

The plane lands, and Y/N is awake now. Everyone gets off the plane and congrats each other on a successful mission even though the man got away in the end. While talking with the team, Kate sees that Y/N looks upset and goes over to her.

“Hey rockstar, what is up? You look down over here while we should be celebrating?” Kate asks.

“I am sorry. I bet you guys are disappointed in me; that’s why,” Y/N says in defeat. The team hears this and goes over to her.

“Why would we be disappointed in you?” T’Challa asks.

“Well, I lost my first fight on my first mission and passed out while you guys handled everything,” Y/N says.

“That is crazy because you kicked ass out there tonight,” Clint says, smiling.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asks.

“Look, you lost your first fight; oh well. In my eyes, you won that fight. I knew that you were a good fighter, but not that good. The only reason why you ‘lost’ that fight was that stupid implant in your ear,” Clint says.

“Exactly; if you didn’t have that in your ear, then the fight would have been over faster. Plus, the man didn’t even press the button; one of his workers did. I think you did great on your first mission, and we can’t wait to see what more you have to offer. Now let’s all hug it out,” Sam says with his arms open. Y/N hugs him first, and everyone joins in. For the first time in her life, Y/N feels like she is part of a family, and it is magical.

“Now, let’s all get drunk together to celebrate a mission success and Y/N’s first mission. We will also take out that implant in Y/N’s ears. Who is with me?” Tony asks everyone, and everyone agrees. They all start to head to the living room.

“It looks like I will have to eat that dessert off you another time,” Natasha whispers in Wanda’s ear.

“It’s a date,” Wanda says while they walk with the rest of the group.

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Baby, the stars shine bright: Chapter 5 - Surviving Cazador

(Trigger warnings (18+): angst, canon-typical violence, graphic description of assault, gore & violence, grooming, non-con/rape, psychological horror/terror, torture)

For the next two and a half decades, Astarion's life was characterised by torture. Cazador kept him in the palace, observing him like a hawk. Astarion endured the pain and humiliation. He got tired of striving against Cazador's orders. His life would be much easier if he'd simply do as he was told.

Astarion got another chance to prove himself.

"Listen carefully, pet," Cazador spoke. "You'll bring me prey every night and after bringing me one thousand souls, I'll reward you by turning you into a true vampire."

Astarion nodded even though he knew his master was lying. Why would any vampire give his spawns freedom instead of keeping them enslaved? Cazador wasn't stupid enough to create rivals in his territory. Still, Astarion obeyed and vanished into the summer night. At the tavern, he laid eyes on a young, handsome man. The human had long, dark hair and a pretty smile. Astarion smiled at him, flirted shamelessly, and got the poor fool drunk. After the fifth glass of spirit, Sebastian started to sing. It was endearing. Astarion purred sweet nothing into the other man's ear until the latter followed him upstairs. Astarion taught Sebastian how to kiss and how to make love. And the first time in forever, Astarion felt good during sex. He moaned shamelessly into the pillow as Sebastian rutted into him, a little clumsily, a little desperately, but oh, so gently. When the human collapsed onto him, Astarion contemplated to run away again. But he was tired of it. Thus, he waited until Sebastian was asleep, and then, he carried him to Cazador. Sebastian startled awake in the palace, asking Astarion what was going on in a scared still-sleepy voice. The vampire spawn didn't have the heart to tell him the truth and he fled the room as soon as his master started feeding on Sebastian's tender neck.

That dawn, Astarion cried himself to sleep.

Cazador praised him and rewarded him with a goblet of pig's blood. Astarion wasn't able to keep it down.

The vampire spawn's spirit finally seemed broken. Every night, Astarion brought prey to his master. He stopped caring about people's looks after a while. It didn't matter anyway how and what he felt about and for them. Whoever let down their guard, innocents, idiots, the unlucky, Astarion brought them to Cazador. His own feelings didn't matter and after a while, seduction and sex became joyless routine.

One evening, Astarion sat at the rim of the pond in the Bloomridge Park, staring at the water's surface. He obviously couldn't see his reflection. How long had it been since he'd last seen his face? Astarion frowned. What colour were his eyes again? Blue like the sky? Green like the meadows? Hazel like swirl core marbles? Brown like tree bark? Black like ink? He couldn't remember.

Astarion changed the flowers on Solaria's grave again. For a while now, it seemed like nobody was visiting the family crypt anymore. The names of her parents were carved into the stones now too, as well as the names of Astarion's own parents two rows further down. How long had it been since someone last visited the elves’ graves? Were they even any family members left? Astarion didn't know. He huffed a watery laugh as he walked by his own grave. He'd been thirty-nine when he'd died, and he didn't look a day older. In elf years, he basically was still a young adult, barely out of his teen years. His life had just begun when Cazador had turned him into a spawn. How stupid. Astarion barked a bitter laugh and placed a flower onto his own grave.

The Astarion Ancunin who's buried here is long dead, he thought bitterly. I'm no longer who I once was.

Astarion watched Baldur's Gate grow and change over time. Watched how it morphed from a home into a strange place until it didn't feel like home anymore. Astarion felt himself change too. Becoming bitter, becoming hopeless. Becoming a stranger, someone he didn't want to be. He hated it.

Cazador had taken everything he'd every loved and cared about, and the Gods had turned their backs on him – no matter how much he pleaded for their help. Astarion was alone. Utterly alone.

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Taylor Swift Interview - Marie Claire - June, 2009

Taylor Swift loves a lot of things, but maybe nothing quite so much at this moment as her new Prevost tour bus. "It's amazing!" she says, bounding through the backstage labyrinth of the Save Mart Center in Fresno, California, where she'll be performing tonight — long Goldilocks curls bouncing behind her as she goes. "My mom and I just redid the whole thing. Come see!"

Inside, the bus is a lush girly fantasy in chocolate brown and peacock blue, complete with a tufted brown velvet couch and pearly blonde laminated wood paneling, an electric fireplace ("Because I'm always freezing!"), a big champagne marble bathroom, and a Star Trac treadmill that folds up like a Murphy bed. "We bought the old bus from Cher," explains Swift's mom, Andrea, who goes on every tour, watching from the sidelines, keen-eyed and silent as an eagle. "So it was all black and gothic." For the new bus, she says, "We wanted to brighten things up."

In Swift's bedroom, a big turquoise satin jewelry box has the word Barbie written across it in rhinestones, and Swift's first two multiplatinum albums shine above her silky, pillow-piled turquoise-and-brown bed like twin full moons. A sign over the door reads Never, Never, Never Give Up in curling bronze script.

"Did you have that made?" I ask her.

"No. I got it from T.J. Maxx," chirps Swift, who may be the world's least snobbish pop princess. In Taylor Swift's world (or "Taylor Nation," as fans call it), Urban Outfitters T-shirts and $900 Christian Louboutin stilettos are embraced with equal fervor. All the crew members are presented with cakes on their birthdays and serenaded by Swift herself. And everyone — literally everyone — is greeted with a hug and an enormous smile. It's kind of like meeting Mickey at Disney World. The weeping 8-year-old fan in a pink cowboy hat gets a hug. The mayor of Fresno gets a hug. Even the sweaty, walrus-shaped teenage boy with the slightly crazed glint in his eye gets a hug — though when he starts pawing Swift and kissing her all over her face, two beefy security guys step in and carry him off. "It scares the daylights out of me when she goes around hugging everybody," says Scott Borchetta, who signed Swift to his then-newborn record label, Big Machine, in 2005. "I have to turn my head when she does it during the concerts. But you couldn't stop her if you tried; she's just a born hugger."

Swift's gasping love for most things she sets eyes on (Starbucks coffee, low-fat strawberry Pop-Tarts, and members of the band Def Leppard included) might get old quickly if it weren't accompanied by a big winking dose of sass that gives her a Tinker Bell-ish quality. At 20, she is tall and skinny as a string bean, with long, gangly white arms and a plump, angelic face. Her eyes are blue as forget-me-nots, with a slightly Asian tilt and thick curling lashes that she flirts with expertly and shamelessly, like Scarlett O'Hara.

Though Swift was born in Wyomissing, Pennsylvania, and lived there until she was 14, there is a specifically Southern flavor to much of her appeal. She loves flouncy miniskirts and candy-colored strapless dresses and halo-style headbands with silk flowers sewn on. She says "Y'all" and "Thay-nk ewe!" She prays. She bakes. (When she's home in Nashville, she regularly delivers homemade pumpkin-spice cookies with cream cheese frosting to the construction guys working on her new condo.) But there's a clear-eyed, laser-focus quality to Swift's attention, too — you sense there's a mighty brain ticking beneath all those blonde curls. "I love having a goal, feeling like I'm on a mission," says Swift. "I love trying to beat what I've done so far."

At the moment, that's a tall order. Swift's second album, Fearless, was the best-selling album of any genre in 2009. An addictive confection of country/pop love songs, Fearless stole the hearts of little girls and not-so-little girls all over America, sitting at number one on the Billboard Top 200 for 11 weeks, which is longer than any other album in the last decade. Come awards time, Swift took home four Grammys (including Best Album of the Year) and the MTV Moonman for Best Female Video (aka The Kanye Incident) — along with a truckload of other trophies, including the CMA award for Entertainer of the Year in 2009. Tickets for Swift's recent concert at L.A.'s Staples Center sold out in two minutes. Last year, she earned $18 million from albums and touring alone.

Suddenly, Taylor Swift is an enormous star. Like, the kind of star people have started comparing to Michael Jackson and Madonna. The kind of star who tours with nine buses and several purple trucks that have her face plastered on the side. The kind of star about whom Borchetta says, "Look, if she can produce a superior third album, one that's as big as the last two ... well, when's the last time somebody did that?"

Fresno is an interesting place to see Swift perform. Basically, the whole town has gone bananas over her — including the mayor, who has officially proclaimed today "Taylor Swift Day." (In part, this may be an attempt to distract residents from the fact that Fresno was recently rated the number one Drunkest City in America by Men's Health magazine, but still ...) A dusty farm town in the middle of California, Fresno is the land of monster trucks and short-haired, churchgoing ladies in ruffled homemade aprons and Easy Spirit shoes who sell their crafts at the Big Hat Days festival in neighboring Clovis. Swift, who does not drink or swear or flash cleavage, is huge here.

Outside the Save Mart Center, near the herd of Taylor Swift tour buses, a local radio station has set up its own bus and is broadcasting live all afternoon from a big loudspeaker. What seems like thousands of little girls and teenage girls and middle-aged girls are milling about in the parking lot — some dressed in homemade versions of the oversize "Junior Jewels" T-shirt and black nerd glasses that Swift wears in her "You Belong With Me" video — carrying huge "Taylor" signs and screaming "Taylor!" from time to time.

"I like her because she's young and pretty and she writes stuff we can relate to," says pretty, freckle-faced Caroline Meyers, whose mother has driven her and her best friend, Lexi Kraft, here 240 miles from Colusa, California. Both girls are 17. Both are wearing T-shirts that say "I drive by my ex-boyfriend's house too!" — something Swift admitted to doing in a CMT interview. "She's a good role model," adds Kraft. "Also, she's really pretty."

Swift has performed in Fresno before — but never like this. The first time she played here, in 2006, it was at Cali's Frozen Custard Creamery out on Blackstone Avenue. Swift, then 16, was in town for a promotional radio tour. She and her band stopped off for frozen yogurt and ended up playing an impromptu concert. The second time was two years ago, when she opened for Rascal Flatts. So when Swift appears later in the afternoon for a meet-and-greet backstage with the various radio people of Fresno and says, "I can't tell y'all how long I have been waiting for this night!", you actually believe her.

For Swift, performing seems not so much a profession as a calling. Like being a nun or a Jedi Knight. It's the only thing she's ever wanted to do, at all. Ever. "I have been singing randomly, obsessively, obnoxiously for as long as I can remember," says Swift, who grew up on an idyllic Christmas-tree farm in rural Pennsylvania with her own pony. The oldest child of well-to-do parents (her father, Scott, is a stockbroker; her mother, Andrea, quit her job as a mutual fund marketing executive to raise Swift and Swift's little brother, Austin), Swift insists that although her parents believed in her completely, the burning need to sing in public was entirely her own. "My parents have videos of me on the beach at, like, 3," she continues, "going up to people and singing Lion King songs for them. I was literally going from towel to towel, saying, 'Hi, I'm Taylor. I'm going to sing I Just Can't Wait to Be King for you now.'"

We're sitting on the couch in her backstage dressing room, which she shares with her brunette backup singer, Liz Huett, and her redheaded fiddle player, Caitlin Evanson, who are also two of her best friends. They both feature prominently in the homemade videos that Swift posts regularly for fans on the taylor swift website and Facebook, and they flank Swift like handmaidens. A big rack of bright, silky dresses stands against one wall; a forest of Louboutins is spread out over the floor. A giant soda from In-n-Out Burger sits melting on the coffee table.

"It's very Taylor to want to share her dressing room," Swift's publicist, Paula Erickson, said earlier. "She just likes having her friends around." And while that's true, it's worth noting that toward the end of every concert, Evanson and Swift have a spectacular, hair-thrashing drumming battle on two big steel garbage cans during the song "Should've Said No." (Swift always wins.)

It's about 5:30 in the afternoon, and Swift has just finished her preconcert rehearsal. She does not seem nervous at all. In fact, she seems downright relaxed. Dressed in a loose gray miniskirt and black Rag & Bone dance shoes with patent leather tips, she has been trying to explain to me what it's like to be born with such an intense sense of destiny, and how completely it has defined and driven her life so far. "It's literally all I've ever dreamed of," she says.

By the time she was 10, the details of Swift's future had begun to fall into place. She knew she wanted to be a country singer. She knew she needed to go to Nashville to make it happen. She'd discovered karaoke and was teaching herself to sing like Faith Hill and the Dixie Chicks and Shania Twain. She had taken to performing at any event she could find, including garden clubs and Boy Scout meetings, which made her seriously unpopular at school. Swift didn't care. She was on a mission. "I knew that everything I wanted to happen could happen in Nashville," she says. "So it became my number one goal to get there somehow."

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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years

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What would happen if the creator got jealous instead of Venti?

A Display of Unpleasant Feelings

Warnings: hurt/comfort, mostly comfort, jealousy, self doubt

It really was absolutely no secret that Venti was an incredibly beautiful and talented person. So it was never particularly surprising, the amount of attention he would attract.

Still, there was something about it that rubbed you the wrong way, how it felt like you couldn't go out in public for longer than five minutes without somebody giving him a compliment that only thinly veiled the underlying desire.

You just felt so invisible next to him, ever admired him, with his ability to simply draw a spotlight to himself unintentionally.

It didn't bother you at first, or you didn't let it bother you.

This was all to be expected, you should have just felt lucky that he hadn't been found out for what he actually was yet. But every timid smile pointed in his direction by a passing admirer, every person who couldn't seem to keep their eyes off of him when in a conversation with the both of you, every server and waiter and store clerk who seemed to not acknowledge your existence at all when he was next to you...

Your resolve was slowly being chipped away at, which led to a plethora of negative feelings...

It wasn't his fault, but that knowledge did little to subside the more aggressive feelings of jealousy and selfishness and almost hostility at how perfect he was, how easily he could be liked.

Venti was yours, by his own choice no less. None of the people whose eyes lingered, whose smiles faltered slightly at how he so proudly declared you two to be together, had any claim to him.

It was a nice thought, and Venti made sure to reassure it at every given possibility.

"Oh course I would prefer to be here with you my love." He gave you a lopsided smile, not faltering slightly in his denial of the want to go out to one of the many so called 'get togethers' he had recently been invited to after his most recent performance.

Really, the performances were the worst.

The times in which all eyes were on him, admiring him as he played something soft and sweet, something brimming with his love for you that the audience members were more than happy to direct at themselves instead.

You had to explain to him, with a slight feeling of tightness in your chest, that the many slips of paper with strings of digits he received after were actually phone numbers.

That feeling did ease a bit when he chose to throw them out without so much as a second glance, stating that yours was the only one he would ever need.

Though after months of this, this constant feeling of inadequacy, you did finally break.

Secluding yourself in your room, when the place you lived was already rather small, was nothing short of a bit difficult. Luckily Venti happened to be at a performance at the time, although that was what led to this in the first place.

It was the amount of flirting that finally did it, how it seemed as soon as he got out of a conversation with one, there were five others lined up.

The biggest issue you had was how he never seemed to actually blatantly push them away, how he would play into the charade, if only slightly, in order to obtain a few measly drinks.

It got to be too much, watching yet another woman shamelessly resting her hand on his arm in something akin to a 'friendly' gesture with a not so friendly, or secret, intent.

These mental gymnastics were exhausting, you chose to simply walk right out of the bar in favor of going directly home and trying to stop yourself from thinking about what he might be doing without you there.

Venti notice rather quickly, he always searched specifically for you during his performances, adoring how you would catch each other's eyes as if he was playing only for you. How you would give him a small encouraging smile, causing his heart to flutter as he had to focus on not messing up the next verse.

He couldn't find you, his eyes scanning the room multiple times over, a small frown settling across his usually optimistic features. Where exactly had you gone?

It didn't feel right to sing songs like this without you there to listen to them, they were for you of course.

When you still hadn't returned after the end of his next song, Venti decided to cut the set short, with the obvious disappointment of the audience.

He searched the bar high and the low, intentionally avoiding any unpleasant small talk he would have usually indulged in for the sake of getting a drink.

When he turned up with nothing once again, his nerves started to take hold.

Where exactly were you?

Venti practically ran home, surely he would find you there, right? He really didn't want to think of the implications of if he didn't.

You heard the door open, faced down in a pillow, making a mental note that he seemed to be home earlier.

It's not as if you were crying. Having to deal with this feeling for so long, you were past the point of crying, settling in to something more akin to an unpleasant numbness.

You hadn't locked your door either, that would have made this all that more suspicious. It's not as if you wanted to explain yourself to him, have him knowing exactly how insecure you were.

Your bedroom door creaked open softly, you continued to lay still, wondering if you could get away with pretending to be asleep.

That thought was rather short lived as Venti chose to climb into the bed next to you, putting his arms around you as if he could merely tell whether or not you were awake based on intuition alone.

"Where were you? I missed you." His voice held nothing akin to hurt or anger, simply containing relief at how he was able to have you near him again.

You took a moment to respond, both enjoying the feeling of him so close and wanting nothing more than to be alone in your own misery.

"Sorry, I was getting tired, and you look like you were having a good time." You really tried to keep your voice clear of any sort of passive aggressiveness, any accusing tone that might have seeped in under a less mindful watch.

Venti let out a hum, choosing to position himself in a way where his head was close to your heart, listening to the methodical sound of it beat.

"I'm having way more fun here than I ever could there, please tell me next time and I'll leave with you."

You obviously weren't telling him the whole story, how you felt nauseous at the way other people looked at him, how you were just so tired of feeling as if you were competing with the world.

"Why are you here?"

It was a question that could have many different meanings, many different implications. Venti felt a twinge of sadness at the dejected way you said it, that one question showed exactly how many emotions you had been keeping from him.

"Because you're here." Venti mumbled, holding on to you tighter. He sensed that wasn't enough, there was an underlying intention there.

"I love you more than anything else, I don't want to be anywhere that you aren't, you know."

You almost felt like crying from the way he said it, how stupid it made you feel for having any sort of thoughts to the contrary.

You finally turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his beautiful green ones, filled with the promise of honesty.

"I just... I hate how I'm practically invisible next to you. You're so easily adored." You bit back bitterness.

"There's no way you can say that honestly when you're so much easier to adore my love. I adore you."

He really did, loved and adored you more than anything else in the known universe, he would have given anything for you to know that as well as he knew it.

"Please," there was a tone of desperation in his words, "Tell me next time you feel uncomfortable, okay? I promise I'll do anything to reassure you that there isn't anyone I could ever love more than you."

The promise hidden behind his words, telling you he would move mountains if only you asked him to, wasn't particularly concealed.

You gave a small nod, not trusting your voice with whatever you might have attempted to reply with.

Venti wasn't quite content with the doubt that continued to cloud your lovely face, his face contorting into a pout as he brought it up to meet yours, placing a long and gentle kiss on your lips as he tried to force every bit of sincerity into it.

You felt a bit light headed after a moment when he pulled back, that being rather prominent in your slightly hazy expression which he shared.

"I'm sorry—"

Whatever apology you had managed to conjure up got cut off swiftly by another kiss, then another and another.

You could help but smile slightly, which then turned into a full blown laugh once he moved his actions to various other parts of your face. From your nose, to your cheek, to your jaw, he seemed intent on proving his point.

"Ok, ok I get it." You giggled out as he smiled against you.

"Mm, I'm not quite sure you do, maybe I should keep going, just to be sure."

You felt the need to playfully roll your eyes at his teasing, but ultimately decided not to in favor of returning a kiss of your own.

It really was difficult to harbor negative feelings for long when he was so intent on counteracting them like this, and you had a feeling he would be more than happy to continue doing so whenever they happened to pop up in the future.

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin x reader #genshin venti #venti x reader #hurt/comfort

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kirieshhhka003 · 3 years

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Pairing: La Squadra x GN! Reader

Warnings: language

La Squadra harem

Risotto Nero

Risotto, as a leader of the hitman squad, immediately notices the change of atmosphere among La Squadra once Y/n appears. Albino, to his huge dismay, understands that he’s not the only one who’s developed feelings for Y/n. Albino knows every member’s habits and usual behavior, capo is the first one of all hitmen who figures out that everyone is his rival now (but only when it comes to Y/n, he’s still their leader and he respects every member equally)

Risotto is more of a father figure to Y/n. He warms up to you shortly, pampering you with his attention and genuine care, always being there for you. You’re hungry? The two of you are going to the nearest cafe for you to have a proper meal and Capo won’t take “no” as an answer. You’re stressed and something messes with your pretty head? What a poor thing, come here, Risotto is always ready to listen. Others immediately catch on the change of Capo’s treatment, every day it becomes even more obvious that he has a huge soft spot for Y/n

Least favorite rival: Melone. Risotto hates how smooth purple-haired is around you, how he is open with his flirting, how sincere all of his words sound. Nero wishes he had at least half of sans gêne Melone has. He’s a Capo and he has a reputation to uphold, but behind closed doors Risotto has tried flirting with Y/n and it was so so clumsy and awkward, it’s just… not his style

Prosciutto

The second father figure for Y/n, but if Risotto is more of a sugar daddy, indulging you with expensive gifts and foods, Prosciutto mostly acts like a real father would, scolding you for going outside at winter without your hat on (tho he never wears a hat himself) or for petting stray animals on the streets

Even despite all of his parental sternness, Prosciutto is really caring and attentive towards Y/n, even more that Risotto is. You got scratched accidentally because of your clumsiness? We gotta clean the wound up and patch it, don’t even try to protest; it may be a simple graze but what if some dirt got in it? Your shoulders ache after a long tiring day? Come hither, your dear Prosci will rub all the pain away

Least favorite rival: Risotto. Prosciutto doesn’t hate or despise albino, no. Risotto is a capo, and he got this status for several reasons, so blonde man still respects his boss, but both man have pretty familiar tactics of charming Y/n, and that definitely annoys Prosciutto

Formaggio

Formaggio is one of the most oblivious of all La Squadra men, he doesn’t realize that he’s not the only one having interest in Y/n and even when other guys flirt openly with Y/n in front of him red-haired just thinks that his teammates just try to be friendly towards a newcomer

He’s definitely that type of macho from all the cheesy movies - attractive, excellent smooth talker with constant flirtings. Formaggio is not opposed of using all possible cringy lines what annoy everyone in La Squadra, even Risotto has hard times restraining the urge to roll his eyes at all those shitty teasings. But Maggi is an easygoing guy, it’s so easy being around him and even all his pick up lines don’t repel you from him

Least favorite rival: doesn’t have one. As I said, this man doesn’t notice that other guys try to get Y/n to themselves, the thought of having possible rivals doesn’t even cross his mind

Illuso

It’s not a secret to anyone that Illuso is a little nasty bitch with a huge god complex and all his wooing is no better. “You wanna spend time with me? Shit, you’re such a pain in my ass! Okay, I guess I will indulge you this time, but that’s only because of your cute face” - doesn’t sound so appealing, does it? And that’s exactly the way brunette flirts with Y/n (well, at least he tries to)

Illuso wants to make you crawl to him, to make you crave for his presence and his touch, you make you fall in love hard. Brunette wears his best outfits, uses the best of his perfumes make up stuff just to show you that he’s better than all of his teammates. Surprisingly, even his behavior changes slightly when Y/n is around - he’s not that unbearably churlish towards you, on the good days he may even compliment you - “Your hair… looks good today, I like it”

Least favorite rival: he hates all of La Squadra equally. Illuso is certain that he’s the only one who truly deserves Y/n’s attention, he’s the best partner for you and only he can treat you properly. Doesn’t even try to hide his hostility towards teammates - why would you want spending time with such a trash?

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio is a tsundere, do I even need to explain why? Is obvious to everyone in La Squadra that he’s head over heels for Y/n, but he still aggressively denies everything if someone points that out. He’s also very protective of you, if Formaggio or Melone or Sorbet try to flirt with you in front of Ghiaccio - they’ll get their nose bleeding soon (blue-haired gets scolded for that by Risotto often)

Blue-haired tries his best to hold all his outbursts in front of you. Even when you ask the stupidest questions, Ghiaccio would clench his fists til his knuckles turn white, grit his teeth, try doing breathing exercises - everything just to remain calm and not to get tantrum in front of you. And you guess that means really a lot

Least favorite rival: Sorbet and Gelato. Those guys (gays, lmao im sorry) don’t even try to hide their interest in Y/n, pinning for you, prying your attention only to themselves. They flirt so openly with you, some of their lines and allusions make even Melone feel slightly uncomfortable, so Ghiaccio sees those almost as if two husbands were shamelessly molesting Y/n

Melone

Melone knows that at times he may be a little bit… too much, so he turns it down for as much as he can so his “strange” tendencies won’t scare Y/n off. For the first few months purple-haired is nothing but sweet and caring, looking pretty normal, just like an average man that doesn’t think of breeding and all possible kinks every two minutes of his time

Even though, he acts like a gentleman with Y/n. Carrying heavy bags for you, giving you a hand when you get up, and if you’re studying medicine he’s up to help you if you have problems with understanding something. Melone had been studying for almost four years at medical uni but got kicked out for having sex with his cogrouper right in the uni. So he may be pretty helpful if you don’t get something or if you’re just interested in medicine

Least favorite rival: I can’t say that he cares much about other guys from La Squadra, but if he had to pick out one it’d be Illuso. It’s not about the way brunette tries to charm Y/n, purple-haired from every beginning didn’t like this guy. All of his conceit and arrogant behavior - it all just pisses Melone off

Pesci

Pesci is so so timid with Y/n, every time you walk by him, saying hi or just smiling at him, poor boy’s heart twists into tight knots. How are you so sweet? How are you so perfect?

Despite all your friendliness green-haired is still incredibly bashful, he is simply afraid of approaching Y/n. It doesn’t matter how much he likes you, Pesci just can’t force himself to try and initiate a chat. Sometimes Prosciutto helps him out with that a little (even though he doesn’t realize that he helps), but blonde is still careful with his actions, not letting even his precious Pesci get too close to Y/n

Least favorite rival: Formaggio. This guy is so noisy and vigorous, every time Pesci finally pulls himself together and finds the courage to approach Y/n this guy seems to appear from fucking nowhere, hogging your attention all to himself and leaving green-haired an angry blushing mess

Sorbet and Gelato

At the very beginning it feels more like you are Sorbet’s and Gelato’s child and they’re your parents fretting over you. They often take you with them on some trips, Gelato helps you with your school (if it’s something he knows about), Sorbet picks you up from work/school and drives you home etc

Sorbet is more of a tease, playing around with you, shamelessly flirting with Y/n, littering with not so pure compliments and comments. His touches are a little bit too long, his gazes are slightly too intense, even stupidest one would notice brunette’s longing for Y/n. Gelato is way less intense than his husband, blonde is way easier with his words, charming you with his sweet talking and constant doting. He’s more of a pillow that eases the expression Sorbet gives you

Sorbet’s least favorite rival: Risotto. Brunette hates how calm and well-composed Capo is, what if Y/n thinks that albino is cooler than he is? But Sorbet immediately makes a new plan in his head: if Risotto is more of a dad to Y/n, always doting on you and being so kind, Sorbet’s going to become your daddy, making you fall for him and Gelato, make you hungry for their attention

Gelato’s least favorite rival: blonde is pretty acknowledged that everyone in La Squadra tryies to get Y/n to themselves, he sees everyone (except Sorbet ofc) as his rival. Man dislikes everyone, seeing them as his opponents, but he doesn’t have a least favorite one. Yes, other members are hella pain in the ass, but blonde is pretty sure that Y/n will end up in his and Gelato’s arms anyways, so there’s no need to jangle his nerves

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Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

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leappp · 3 years

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fatui harbingers x reader poly ship

ok so basically this is just going to be random headcanons of the fatui harbingers in a poly relationship with themselves and you so yeah.

warnings:

Signora

-So, she is generally a very calm and collected woman, but she can have a very flirtatious side to her.

-She will shamelessly flirt with you and the other members, while simultaneously bickering and arguing with all of you.

-Like all the other harbingers, she is quite wealthy and will take the time to buy you all a bunch of gifts. She and Childe are the two to do this the most often.

- She enjoys getting mainly you flustered and will kind of ignore the fact that she's doing that and pretend that nothing is happening that could ever make anyone a blushing mess.

Childe

- Unlike Signora, doesn't have that graceful and proper side to him at all. He is all flirt and tease, with a childish side to him.

- He also enjoys buying you a bunch of gifts, much like Signora. He will buy you jewelry, clothes, pretty much anything.

- Will also try to get you flustered, but rather than having the elegant tone to it be just has the playful tone that he always has.

- Less likely to start arguments than everyone else.

Scaramouche

-Oh boy

-He has a very... unique love language.

- He will usually be kind of sharp while trying to be nice. Like for example if you were just panicking about something, rather than just being calm and comforting you he'll be very awkward, or kind of cold becayse he doesn't know how to express his feeling in a way to help you.

- He's not a person who enjoys getting gifts for other people or even receiving them, because he feels like it's useless, as it isn't as important as a "true" form of love.

- He both loves and hates being touched so it's difficult to get to do anything like cuddling with him or anything.

- Starts arguments the most, along with signora

Dottore

- He's ummm... definitely interesting

- He's kind of scary sometimes and doesn't know how to express love like at all. He will try to hang out with you guys as often as being a harbinger will allow, but even then he has trouble showing how he feels.

- Similarly to Scaramouche he doesn't really enjoy gift giving either for the same reasons

- Will probably consensually preform experiments on all of you.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #dottore #signora #childe #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #genshin childe #genshin dottore #genshin signora #genshin polyamorous #polyamorous #genshin rarepair

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littlesniggy · 3 years

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Rayleigh x fem! Reader Part Two

Anon: Ciao Sniggy, I'm back with another request hehe

It's for our Dark King, Silvers Rayleigh...(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ and virgin!female reader. They are both members of Rogers crew and maybe you could imply age gap? If you want you can make it kinky! The reader is still 25+!! They were kinda dating, but still nothing official but a lot of flirting for a few weeks now and it is readers first time. If you don't want that, it's totally fine! Maybe you could write their first time together instead?

Thanks a lot!!

Here is part two of it!

Warning: 18+, nsfw, virgin reader

Pairning: Rayleigh x female reader

Word count: 3.3k

“You have no idea for how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

He murmured, his lips already longing for yours again. They pressed against your lips, this time a little harsher and more demanding. You reciprocated the deep kiss, moving your lips against his in a clumsy way but he didn’t care. He pulled you on top of his lap, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you against his body.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your crotch against his. To your surprise there was a bulge in his pants pressing against you. A surprised pant left your lips and he used it to sneak his tongue inside your mouth, exploring your wet cave with expert movements. His hands moved your back up and down before cupping your ass, squeezing the flesh with his hands.

A soft moan escaped your lips when his hand found its way underneath your shirt, the excited chill from before now being even more intense. You felt like your whole body was being drawn to him; wanted to feel as much of him as possible, as close as possible.

Your hands started exploring his shoulders; your nails lightly scratched over his shirt, moving up to his neck and fondling with the soft hair.

Rayleigh moved his mouth from your lips down your chin, slightly nibbling on your soft skin before tracing down your neck, finding the spot that made your whole body turn into pudding and your pussy long for his dick. His lips slightly sucked on your skin, teeth lightly biting down, his hot breath almost too much for the current state you were in. You’ve never felt so turned on by anyone just by paying attention to your neck. But who were you to say? You’ve never been in such a position before, let alone had sex so this was all so new to you.

His hand expertly unclasped your bra underneath your shirt, your breasts feeling comfortably free but the now loose piece of fabric was somewhat annoying. But you needn’t say anything – Rayleigh’s hands were already pulling up your shirt, taking it off for you and letting it fall to the floor, never to be thought of again.

You let the straps of your bra fall down your arms, throwing the intimate piece of underwear to the side. Rayleigh put his hands on your shoulders, pushing you away a little bit in order to be able to appreciate the view in front of him. Now, with his eyes so shamelessly on you, you felt vulnerable to say the least. Instinctively, you tried to pull up your arms in front of your chest to cover yourself but the older male prevented you by taking your wrists into his hands.

“Don’t cover yourself. You look beautiful…” he praised you, his eyes wandering up from your breasts back to your face, seeing your slightly uncomfortable expression. “Everything alright? Did I go too far?” he wanted to know, voice sounding worried and he let go of your wrists. Feeling caught, you averted your gaze to the side, your face feeling incredibly hot.

“N-no it’s not that….” You mumbled, crossing your arms in front of your chest after all. Rayleigh leaned back, his hands not touching you anymore and the lack of his touch made you feel cold; you wanted to feel him again!

“What is it?” he insisted, his eyes looking at you concerned and you didn’t like it. You wanted him to look at you with hungry eyes again, like he wanted to devour you whole and never let you go, to explore every inch of your body with his big hands.

“It’s just that….I’m nervous, y’know?” you admitted, avoiding to look at him. First, he looked at you a little confused but then it dawned on him, a guilty look appearing on his features. “You’ve never had sex before?” it was more of a statement rather than a question but you nodded anyway in affirmation. You heard him sigh and felt him shift underneath you, seemingly uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so straight forward.” He apologized but you lifted your hands and shook your head, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.

“No, it was totally fine! I….I liked it!” you said, face feeling hot as if you had a sunburn. But Rayleigh didn’t seem convinced.

“Look, Y/n, I’m not the best person to have your first time with.” He said and it felt like he was stabbing you right in your heart.

“I said I liked it! You don’t have to worry!” you exclaimed, originally not intending to be this loud. Rayleigh sighed again, the guilt of seducing you like this somehow weighing heavy on his shoulders. He didn’t know why but it felt wrong for him to take your virginity, even if he (and his dick) would love to feel you around him.

“Maybe, we should stop here.” He suggested slowly but you were having none of it. The embarrassment had turned into eagerness. For God’s sake, you were sitting half-naked on his lap, telling him you were okay with it and he, even though you still felt this huge bulge in his pants, wanted to stop here? Not on your watch!

Your put your hands on his bare chest, feeling the muscles underneath your palms. They slowly wandered down, opening the purple coat he was wearing to expose more of his ripped body. “Y/n….” he tried, not sounding too convinced himself anymore. He couldn’t deny the effect your touch had on him; the sight of your naked breasts, right in front of his eyes prevented him to let his thoughts wander somewhere else.

Rayleigh watched with mixed feelings how your shaky hands opened his pants clumsily, your breath coming out in short pants.

Usually, he had no problem if his partner were inexperienced or had no experience whatsoever but for some reason you were different. In most cases, he didn’t know the people he usually slept with and had no contact with them after he did. That didn’t mean he would only seek his pleasure – he wasn’t a selfish lover. But the difference between them and you was that he cared about you and he didn’t want to feel like he was only using you for sex.

“Shit!” he hissed, being caught completely off guard when you suddenly put your mouth around his dick, a choking sound escaping your body when you took him in way too far. Apparently, he was so caught up in his inner conflict that he didn’t notice how you pulled out his dick, went down on your knees in front of the bed and just went to town on him. “What the?” he panted, his dick twitching in response to your hot mouth, wanting to feel more. Rayleigh’s eyes widened at the sight of your face, a mixture of surprise, disgust and arousal all plastered over your face. Well, he could’ve told you as much. Sucking dick wasn’t something that came naturally – at least not for most….

“Don’t you like it?” you asked innocently, one hand covering the base of his dick. Shit, he’s had dirty thoughts about you but the reality topped everything! You were so fucking clueless that it was almost unbearable and he never thought that he’d love it so much. “I- don’t just do this!” he sounded flustered, not knowing how to react.

“How would you like me to do it then?” Were you for real? Were you really asking him what’s the best way to suck him off? He out his hand to your cheek, cupping it with his big palm. There was a slight sheen of saliva coating your lips when your tongue licked over them, so close and yet so far from his dick.

“You’re really set on doing this, aren’t you?” he panted slightly, leaning down a little to be closer to your face. You nodded, looking up at him with innocent eyes, feeling his dick hard in your hand. To be honest, you had never imagined it feeling like this; the skin was so smooth but it was almost rock hard. He had a prominent vein running up his entire length on the underside of his dick and when you had wrapped your mouth around him you could briefly feel in against your bottom lip.

“Man, I want to resist you but you make it impossible….” He whispered. His last doubts were uncaringly thrown out the window when your hand squeezed the base of his dick – if consciously or unconsciously – making him groan in response. “You asked for it…” he growled; your thighs rubbed against each other desperately, expecting him to show you how he liked it.

To your surprise, he gently pulled you up on the bed, making you lay down on your back. “I’ll show you another time. Today, I will show you how good sex can feel….” He promised with a throaty voice, his body towering above you, his dick brushing against your clothed thigh every now and then, leaving a glistering trail of pre-cum. “Just let me lead the way….”

He leaned down, his lips capturing yours yet again in a gentle kiss, taking your breath away. His hand found its way at your breast, fondling it gently but expertly with his palm, his thumb circling over your perky nipple, eliciting a weird but somewhat arousing feeling between your legs. You pant was swallowed by his mouth.

You let your hands roam his chest aimlessly, feeling so inexperienced compared to the man above you; every touch he did was based on a lot of experience and not movement he did was being wasted or unnecessary. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing your still clothed core against his bare dick, an impatient groan was his answer.

His mouth became more eager, moving down your neck again but this time his hand moved along, down to the waistband of your pants but not opening the annoying piece of cloth just yet. Instead, Rayleigh’s hand moved further down and unexpectedly cupped your clothed pussy with a hard grip, pressing down on it and making you moan at the feeling. His hand started to rub against the fabric, the warmth of his hand radiating through your pants, your juice soaking your underwear completely. You bucked your hips to his movements, nails scratching over his skin in pleasure.

Rayleigh’s mouth moved further down, paying attention to the nipple he neglected earlier, sucking on the sensitive part of your body. You couldn’t sort all those new feelings at once but the main thing you felt was pleasure and you’ve never felt like this before, it almost scared you. Or so you thought; because when he decided to open your pants after all, he let his hand glide inside and cup your pussy again, this time feeling how wet he’s made you so far.

“Rayleigh!” you squeaked, electric jolts rushing through your body. His body rumbled when he was chuckling, enjoying how you reacted to his handling. But what he enjoyed even more was how wet you were under his touch and how much wetter you seemed to get with every passing second he rubbed his hand over your entire pussy, smearing your juice everywhere.

His middle finger tested your wet entrance while his palm pressed against your clit, pressing down and circling it. You had no time to think about what he was doing, too absorbed with the intense feeling he was giving you, when his finger pressed past your folds, feeling your tight and hot walls almost sucking his finger in.

His dick jerked a little at this feeling, his thoughts involuntarily imagining his member already being inside of you. For a moment, he contemplated on giving his tongue a go at your entrance as well but he threw this idea away when he imagined you cumming around his tongue and not being able to go for a second round and quite frankly, even if he wasn’t a selfish lover he was by no means a selfless one – he needed this as much as you did and he wouldn’t be satisfied with just jerking himself off!

His finger inched deeper and deeper inside your hot sex, exploring your most private part in a gentle manner. If you could think straight you’d notice that he was being extra careful not to hurt you but you couldn’t think straight so you were just experiencing the end result – pleasure.

Rayleigh looked up at you with observing eyes, watching how your whole body reacted to his ministration; your eyes closed, your back arched above the bed. He deemed you ready for a second finger and God, how right he was! A moan rumbled through your body when he entered a second one, scissoring them inside your body to stretch you properly. But there was one thing that was bothering him.

To your dismay, he pulled his hand out of your pants, your breast rising and falling from your panting. “Don’t stop…!” you pleaded, earning yourself a slightly cocky grin. “What an eager little thing you are….and I haven’t even started yet….” He chuckled, grabbing the waistband of your pants and panties and did what he should’ve done moments ago – strip you entirely naked!

The cool air on your wet core had you shiver in response and you tried to wrap your legs around his hips again bur Rayleigh planted them on either side of him on the mattress, spreading your legs by your knees wide open, giving him the perfect view over your whole exposed body.

“Stay like this.” He demanded, tone not harsh but not wanting you to disobey either. You bit your bottom lip, nodding in response. You had to let him look your body up and down, his eyes lingering way longer on your tits before wandering further down to your sex, lips glistering with your juice.

The man laid his hand flat on your lover belly, his thumb inching closer to your clit before rubbing against the sensitive nub, forth and back, featherily light, almost not touching you but it was too much for you. A loud moan erupted from your throat and your hips jerked against his touch, wanting to feel more.

His hand pressed down on your stomach, hindering you from moving your hips too much. His other hand found its way to your entrance again, two fingers entering you at once. Now, he could see your whole reaction to his touch, his thumb’s movements becoming a little bit more intensive and faster to distract you from eventual pain. Your moan was his reward and he started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, your juice completely coating his digits, making it easy for him to move inside of you.

You’ve never thought that mere fingers could make you feel this good. Hell, even your own have never made you become undone like this before! In the pit of your stomach, you already felt a familiar knot starting to form, indicating your orgasm coming closer. Rayleigh seemed to notice it as well because he pulled his fingers out again, his thumb only resting on your clit lightly, letting you catch your breath.

“I think you’re ready….” He proclaimed, grabbing the base of his dick with his big hand, lining himself up with your entrance, the tip brushing against your slick folds, his thumb still on your sensitive nub. “Are you ready?” he asked, looking at you with hungry but concerned eyes, wanting your approval one last time. “Yes….” You panted, slightly nervous grabbing the sheets underneath you.

Rayleigh hesitated for a moment but then he came down, using his muscles to not crush you with his weight, and starting to kiss you passionately before he entered you with his tip. You painful squeal was swallowed by his mouth like before, his thumb already working your clit expertly again.

It hurt, you couldn’t deny it; it made you tense around him in discomfort but his lips distracted you to some degree. “Relax….” He whispered against your lips, giving you time to relax around him. When he felt you do just that, he moved further, inch by inch, having to restrain himself to not just simply thrust into you mindlessly. But you made it so difficult for him; your tight walls sucked him in like his dick was meant to be inside of you. He couldn’t help but groan at the feeling.

When you wrapped your legs around him it gave you the sign that you were ready. So, with no further ado but with care he buried himself completely in one smooth go. You couldn’t hold back the slightly strained and painful moan that left your lips but Rayleigh didn’t mind. He halted, giving you time to adjust to his size again, his lips now working your neck again, his thumb circling your clit, pressing down or simply rubbing it.

When he started moving slowly, your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red bruises across his skin. Your body was sweating from the exhaustion, a thin sheen covering almost all of it. Rayleigh’s lips tasted the salt once they started to wander again, his tongue swirling over your sensitive skin while his hips moved slowly back and forth, rubbing against your tight walls.

The more Rayleigh moved inside your body, the more relaxed you became and the feeling of pain was pushed to the back of your head and was being replaced but pleasure and lust again, consuming every last thought you might’ve had before. Your hips started moving against his, your legs pulling him closer. He took this as a sign to go faster, increasing his speed to thrusts into you, his thumb relentlessly paying attention to your clit.

“Hah….Rayleigh…!” you panted, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, wanting to feel him as much as possible. Rayleigh was grunting above you, his hot breath tingling your sweaty neck. A droplet of sweat was running down his forehead, the coat he was still wearing loosely on his back was in the way, hence eventually landing on the floor as well. The pants he was still wearing were rubbing against your inner thighs, creating more friction on your skin and more pleasure.

Rayleigh’s hips were snapping against yours, the wet sound of his dick fucking your pussy a prominent sound in the room beside your moans and his grunts. You felt how your orgasm was coming closer again, the tight knot inside your belly about to burst with each thrust.

“Right there!” you panted, moans almost turning into screams when he picked up the pace a little once more, hammering inside of you, before eventually pushing you over the edge, your walls tightening around his dick when you came to your very first orgasm from sex.

Panting, your head sunk into the pillow below you, your whole body relaxed and spent underneath Rayleigh’s panting body. He had stopped but he wasn’t done yet though he didn’t want to overexert you the first time you had sex. So, he made the decision to pull out carefully, his hand already wrapped around his still hard member. He started moving his hand roughly with the same paced he used while thrusting into your core, pre-cum dripping from his tip and onto your stomach.

You opened your eyes, face heating up immediately at the sight above you. His body started trembling a little, his arm supporting his weight right next to your head. You looked up at his face, your hand acting on its own when you grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his movements. “Let….let me do this, okay?” you asked, eyes hopeful he’d agree.

On Rayleigh’s lips formed a grin and he removed his hand from his dick, giving you room to wrap yours around him. “Let’s start with your first lesson on jerking me off…” he chuckled, closing his eyes when you started to move your hand.

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