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evalevaeva · 1 year ago

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only us | ryu shioh/ryu sio

HOW THE FUCK DO I SPELL HIS NAME

You waited on the steps outside your apartment as you pressed on the unread message from sio on your phone.

"Are you ready? I'm reaching soon," Sio's message read as you tapped on your keyboard, sending a response back.

"I'm outside my apartment, waiting," You sent back.

A grey bubble appeared as sio typed quickly, "I told you to not stay outside alone. Many people are after me, I don't want you getting pulled into this mess".

You smiled softly at the evident worry in his message as you heard the sound of a car pulling up in front of your apartment. You lifted your head as you saw the familiar car that sio used to get around. The door on the opposite side of where you were seated at opened as you stood up, dusting your bottom as you saw sio, in his signature black suit as he smiled.

"Did you wait long?" Sio asked as he opened the door on the side closer to you, motioning you to get in as you took a seat in the car, giving sio's assistant a smile as sio entered the car, sitting next to you.

"I promised you we'd go out on a date when I returned to Korea, so everything today is up to you. You can choose for us to go skydiving and we'll do it, if you want to pick worms, we'll do it," Sio said as he slipped his hand into yours, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

You thought about it as you chose two activities you'd like to do with him.

"Maybe not skydiving. Instead, how about we get canvases and paint? then we can go for dinner or I can cook," You suggested as Sio nodded, turning to his assistant as he said, "Drive us to the nearest art store, then drive us home".

The man simply nodded. You turned to Sio excitedly as you asked, "So what have you been up to so far? I'm sorry I didn't get to see you at the airport when you returned... my boss made me cover for another worker out of the blue. "

Sio hummed as he thought about his adventures since he came back to Korea.

"Well, I joined a heritage club, and I'm doing normal boring office stuff, that's about it. How about you love?" Sio switched the topic quickly as you thought about it.

"I got called in for a job recently, for CEO Hwang Geum Joo! Isn't that exciting?" You told him as your face was plastered with a big smile.

Sio's smile faltered slightly, his eyes switching to the mirror at the front, making eye contact with his assistant as he nodded, "That's good. Are you nervous?".

"Hmm.. well... not really! I think I have a pretty good chance at this job! and there's a lot of benefits, so I'll have more rest days," You admitted as the car turned into the front of the art store.

It had been a while since you had gone to one and Sio... well he had no time for things like that.

"I told you, you don't have to work. Let me pay for everything," Sio said as you shook your head. "I need to be independent too. What if I wanted to buy a house or something," You asked him as he turned to you, bending down slightly as he whispered, "Then I'll get it for you".

He knew his affect on you, and it didn't take long for a red flush to creep up your neck.

"Let's just... go in," You changed the topic as you led sio into the store, your hands still connected as the worker in the store greeted, "Welcome!".

You walked around with sio as you got to the aisle with different canvases. There were big ones, medium sized ones and small ones. You hummed as you look through the different canvases, trying to think of a project you could do together.

"What if we get a big one and we paint on it together? Then we can hang it up in your apartment," Sio suggested as you turned to him.

"Then you won't have one..." You sighed as you tried to think of something. A lightbulb lit in your head as you grab two medium-sized canvases and put them together, side by side.

"If we paint on them like this, it'll be one complete painting, then we each take one!" You said happily as you stared at the two canvases.

Sio was busy staring at you, smiling as he watched your eyes crinkle and your cheekbones rising when you were happy with your decision. Sio rested his chin on the top of you head as he said softly, "You're so smart. My girlfriend is so smart, I'm lucky."

You laughed as you responded, "You're just as smart. Don't boost my ego too high."

Sio took the two canvases from your hands as you walked to the paint section. Different varieties from water colour to acrylic paint were available there. Your indecisiveness began kicking in as you were torn on what colours to get.

"You can't decide on the colours, right?" Sio could practically read your mind. He bent down as he took a look at the small cans, looking at the colours that could compliment each other.

"Let's get this set, it looks like there's a lot of varieties so we won't have to decide," Sio said as he picked up a set of 8 colours.

Sio wasn't even looking at the price tag as he simply grabbed what he thought you'd need to paint while you were kind of worried if his wallet would survive. Who were you kidding? He's a ceo.

You grabbed a set of brushes as you ushered him to the cashier, not wanting him to look at anything else.

The cashier was stumped as she gulped, amazed at sio's height. She grabbed the items, scanning them and placing them into a plastic bag as she pressed a few keys on the cashier.

"That'll be 24,000 won," the cashier stated as sio took out his wallet before taking out his black card to pay. He tapped his card on the payment machine before taking the receipt and the bag.

"Let's go?" He said as he linked your arms, walking out the store as his assistant took the items from him, placing them in the back as the both of you made your way back home.

Sio played some music from the playlist the both of you had put together when he came back and sat down next to you as you taped the two canvases together. You wore a plain black shirt that Sio had lent you to prevent your outfit from getting dirty, while sio had on his normal black t-shirt and black jeans.

"What were you planning on painting, dear?" sio asked as you showed him a photo on your phone.

"The photo I took for you overseas?" Sio asked, unsure, as you nodded. "I was having a hard time at that point because you were so far away, but that picture was so beautiful, it's even my lockscreen," You said as you showed him your screen.

He smiled as he sat next to you, getting a paintbrush as he took some paint, "should we start?".

The both of you painted in silence with the occasional 'is this right?' or 'how do i paint this?'.

The painting was about 90% finished when sio suddenly placed his paintbrush down, placing his elbows on the table as he watched you silently. He felt as if he fell in love once again as he watched you like a little high school boy meeting his first love. He had spent too long away from you and he couldn't deny it.

"Why did you stop painting?" You asked as you looked at him. "I was busy admiring my painting," He said as he reached out to caress your hair.

"I think... it's finished!" You happily said as you removed the tape connecting the two canvases together, seeing the two separate paintings come together. "We did a good job, love. Where should I hang this?" Sio asked as he took his side of the painting, looking around his apartment as you pointed to his room.

"How about there? Then I'll put mine up in my room too, so when we wake up, we'll see our painting every day," you suggested as sio went to the kitchen, opening the bottom drawer to get a hammer and a nail as he knocked one nail into the wall, hanging the painting as the both of you looked at it.

Sio placed an arm over your shoulder as he pulled you close, placing a kiss on your head as he said, "It reminds me of you."

You chuckled as you responded, "It's supposed to remind us of each other".

The both of you never got to eat dinner as you fell asleep on the couch, head on sio's lap as he brushed your hair out of your face, leaning back as he also fell asleep.

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wow finally a fic that doesnt follow original storyline eva ur amazing thank u guys

#ryu sioh #strong girl nam soon #byeon woo seok #ryu shi oh #ryu sio

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aangelinakii · 15 days ago

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TAKE CARE, POLAR BEAR.

— see you soon, unicorn.

summary : remus walks you home in the snow, but who's going to walk home remus ??

note : i started rereading the books in november and i'vz literaly been obsessed with them again soooo here i am writing for remuusususus

january comes with dinner parties and pub drinks, as well as an abundance of snow that seems to have missed the christmas memo.

this sunday, lily and james have invited everyone round for a roast, the warmth of cinnamon and mulled wine lingering throughout their new place in godric's hollow, and fairy lights illuminate the granny curtains, which they haven't yet replaced — but they make the house feel lived-in, so you don't mind them at all.

everyone's lounging in the living room, stomachs happily bloated, a distant jack jones vinyl crackling in the background when you remember exactly what day it is.

with a jolt, you spring up from the armchair, causing everybody else to stir with wide eyes. you look at your wristwatch, and a curse tumbles past your lips, which earns a crooked glare from lily even though harry is fast asleep between her and sirius on the couch.

"so sorry, all, i've just realised i actually have work tomorrow," you gasp, out of breath despite only having stood up, "and it's getting late, and—"

your hand stills on the curtain as you absently pull it to the side; your eyes have landed on something outside.

with january, by seven pm, the sky is no lighter than in december — but, in the golden streetlamps, you can see, clearer than anything, that the entirety of godric's hollow is blanketed in shining white snow. and you're going to have to walk in it.

as you exhale, another curse spills out, but lily doesn't glare this time, only sits up straighter to look out the window.

"no worries," you breathe, walking past everybody into the hall to grab your coat from the cloak hanger by the door. "if i leave now, i won't get home in an ice cube."

back in the front room, you hear remus's voice, as well as a shuffle of feet along the carpet. "actually (name)'s right, i have an interview tomorrow, which i should probably be busying myself with, as opposed to doing what we are right now."

"an interview?" hums lily hopefully. "remus, that's great!"

you wander back into the lounge, buttoning up your jacket and slinging your scarf around your neck. "really? what's it for?"

remus, the back of his hair shaggy from where he'd been laying on the rug, meets your eyes mid-step. his mouth opens, silent for the shortest of beats before he responds. "well, we'll see, won't we?" and he looks round at the rest of the room: lily and sirius are sandwiching a snoozing harry on the couch, making sure he doesn't roll off, and james is downing the dregs of his cinnamon tea from the other armchair. "i'll keep you all updated."

"please," lily smiles, standing to her feet to show you both out, sending a glance back at harry as the sofa shifts as her weight's removed.

lily follows remus to the door, where you've toed your shoes back on with much difficulty, and remus reaches over you for his own coat, long, frayed at the sleeves.

he tugs it on with an air of unsual casualty and speaks again, although he's not looking at you. "i can walk you, it's on my way."

you glance up, meeting lily's eye for a moment — she's leaning against the door jamb, arms crossed over her chest, biting back a smile so hard it looks painful — and then look at remus. "yeah? you sure?"

it's now that you realise you've never actually been round remus's; if he lived so near yours, you would've held dinners more often.

he looks at you now, smoothing down the collar of his coat, and nods politely. "of course," he smiles, a pale scar by his lip stretching. "what friend would i be if i let you walk in the cold on your own?"

you smile back, digging your hands into your pockets for the chance you may have forgotten gloves in there from another outing, but they're empty.

"well, thank you guys so much for having us," you turn to lily, whose eyes half into crescents in harmony with her lips pulling up. "your house is absolutely gorgeous, and i wouldn't mind a few more dinners round here." your tone's a bit jokey, but everyone knows you're very much serious.

"anyways..." you turn to the door and pull it open, accidentally welcoming in a horrid chill and a flurry of snowflakes.

from the lounge, sirius calls, "see you both, don't freeze!" and your smile widens.

after a few hugs and kisses goodbye, you and remus have been pushed out into the cold; it's not damp or windy, just horrifically cold.

from beside you, remus breathes hot air into his hands and rubs them together. "britain... who would've thought?" he sighs, sending a cloud past his lips into the lamp-lit night. "and in january, no less."

"i know," your teeth chitter in return, your shoulders shrugging up to your ears. "at this rate, there may be no point in me getting up for work in the morning if this all doesn't thaw."

remus hums next to you, possibly a quiet laugh, when you speak again, lifting your head to peer at him.

"anyways, that interview? how are you feeling about it?"

"interview?" remus repeats, though it doesn't sound like he's asking a question, or even responding to you, but he corrects himself, posture straightening for a moment. "yes, interview! yes, well, you know..."

you did know.

suffering from lycanthropy made getting and keeping jobs quite a trick, and it wasn't often remus had an opportunity to do either — so this was big.

with a smile, although frost pricked your cheeks as you did so, you speak again. "and i had no idea you lived near me."

"define near," he chuckles softly, corners of his eyes crinkling in the warm lamplight as he smiles. "i think i'm a good ten-and-a-bit minutes past you."

"still!" you naturally step a bit closer, shoulders bumping — you've always struggled to walk completely straight. "we could hang out more, or next time james and lily do something we could go together."

remus doesn't reply straight away, but when you glance up at him, he's still smiling, though it's softened considerably now.

when he notices you looking, his eyes flit your way, messing yours for a beat. each time you pass a streetlight, his brown eyes pool with honey, and the little pricks of snowflakes that have caught in his lashes illuminate.

"that would be lovely," he hums in response, cheeks pulling up again as his smile widens.

after a few more minutes, though it feels like hours at the speed you're going, you turn onto your street, and you instinctively find your place in the dark, coming to a stop before the bottom step.

"here's me," you smile, looking back at remus, who stands a couple steps away, adorning a crown of snowflakes upon his head. he shares the expression, and you rifle through your pockets for your keys.

as you hop up the steps with your key ready, you call back to him. "you'll be okay in this on your own, won't you? i wouldn't want you to come all the way to walk with me but then not be able to make it back to yours."

the man at the bottom of your steps lets out one of his more real laughs of the evening, soft and silky like the honey in his eyes. "don't worry about me," he returns, sounding so sure. "i'll be right as rain on my own."

your door springs open as you turn the key. although you don't want to lose your place's warmth, you stand in the doorway, looking out to remus, who steps a few paces closer to the base of your stairs.

"take care, then, polar bear," you smile down at him.

"see you soon, unicorn," he smiles back.

this would've been where you wave and awkwardly close the door, but, instead, you laugh and stay glued to the spot. "that's not how you do it, you've got to rhyme it."

"oh, terribly sorry," remus replies, but his smile is cheeky and tone condescending. "i'll spend the rest of my week repenting."

your smile grows, but now you're really beginning to worry about how cold your house is going to be when you finally shut the door, so you wave and disappear into the comfort of your home.

remus waits patiently for you to get inside, for the door to click as you turn the key again on the other side, and for a light to flicker on through one of the windows before he continues home. but even then, he doesn't make haste, for remus doesn't have a job interview tomorrow — as guilty as he feels for fibbing — he just wanted to walk you home.

#aangelinakii #harry potter #marauders #marauders era #moony #remus lupin #remus lupin imagines #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin headcanon

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libby-for-life · 5 months ago

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For the Anon who asked for a one-shot of the Waiting Game Adamsapple au and for @talesfromawannabejournalist who wanted an angst one-shot of Adam moving on.

For this to work, this will be unrequited Adamsapple. Enjoy. Angst. Angst. Angst.

Since Adam is one of the first humans and he was built to be durable, I'm going to say in this one-shot, he can go a long time without food or water.

Look at us. Turning abandonment into a game.

Adam waited patiently for his best friend, his not-so-secret crush, Lucifer, to come near their special tree. Lucifer had told him to come here because he wanted to say something important. When he heard the fluttering of wings, his expression brightened and he looked at his angel with an eager amount of joy.

"Lucifer!" He cried out and hugged him close. The angel smiled up at him. "Hello, Adam. Ready for your surprise?" Adam couldn't help but smile in anticipation. The important thing was a surprise?! He couldn't wait! He loved surprises! Especially from Lucifer!

"Yes! Please!"

Lucifer smiled and said, "You have to play a game first though! It's called, 'The Waiting Game.' You stay here until I come back for you and then, then I'll take you flying. Like you've always wanted." Adam blushed and felt tears of gratitude prick the corner of his eyes. Flying? Lucifer...remembered?

Adam had been enamored with the idea of flying for so long ever since he saw Lucifer land in front of him for the first time. He knew he would never have wings; those were reserved for angels, and he wasn't nearly special enough for them, but he still dreamt of it. Flying in the wind with Lucifer in hand.

He had told Lilith who laughed and said it would never happen. It hurt..but Lucifer gave him that smile that made him feel special and warm. "We'll see, Adam." It was a bittersweet memory.

"All you have to do is wait right under this tree and wait for me to come for you. Can you do that for me, Adam?" Lucifer cupped his cheek and cradled it, smiling sweetly at him and it made Adam blush happily.

"Of course! I-I'd do anything for you! I'll play the Waiting Game!" Lucifer laughed and stepped back. "I promise I won't be long. I know you'll win, Adam." He said before taking off. Adam smiled to himself as he sat down on the soft grass. He was the best at games. He couldn't wait to see Lucifer's proud face when he won.

Day 10

Adam hummed. The Waiting Game was a long game. He hoped Lucifer would come back soon. He was getting hungry and thirsty, but Lucifer told him not to move. He would win this game. He would!

Day 20

Adam was getting very hungry now. His throat felt scratchy and it was hard to swallow anything. Biting his lip, he rocked himself gently and thought of all the flying he would do with Lucifer. It was the only thing he could think of. That and his proud face.

Day 30

Adam had picked up every blade of grass around him and was now lying on the dirt instead of the grass. The hunger and thirst had gotten worse and he didn't know that it could hurt so badly. Sleep didn't help either despite how tired he was all the time. His stomach seemed to have shrunk too, looking like it was caving in. Were stomachs supposed to do that? He'll ask Lucifer when he gets back. Hopefully, Adam would just have to wait a little longer.

Day 40

Adam hugged himself, feeling like his stomach was burning him as he whined. He no longer had the energy to sit up and had collapsed on the ground. Everything hurt...he was so hungry. So thirsty. Adam's lips were chapped and his eyes felt dry along with his tongue. His head hurt and he felt so dizzy. "Luci...please...come..." Adam wanted to win. He did but he didn't realize just how hard the game was going to be.

Day 45

Adam was in and out of sleep, it felt different from sleep though, as he heard voices.

"Days....not healthy...."

"Bring him...."

"Dying....have to...."

Adam felt himself being picked up, and if Adam didn't feel so weak, he would have cried. I'm sorry, Lucifer....I lost the game.

Xxx

Adam stared down at Lucifer with disgust. Was he...oh, fuck he was serious. Adam felt himself laughing as Lucifer held out his hand for him to shake.

"I'm sorry...what bullshit is this?"

"Hu?" Lucifer had the audacity to look confused. Adam smacked his hand away. "Why the fuck would I ever forgive you?" He didn't care that this was some exercise in forgiveness brought by Charlie. He didn't care that he could be potentially kicked out of the Hotel. Like fuck was he forgiving Lucifer.

"Adam, I'm not lying about being sorry. I didn't...I shouldn't have stolen your wives." Lucifer said, looking awkwardly at the floor. This bitch seriously thought that was what he was mad about. Oh, sure. He was pissed about that...but that's not why he was mad.

"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about what you did before Eve was even made. I'm talking about what you did before you even ran off with Lilith!" Lucifer still looked confused and it took everything in Adam not to punch him.

Everyone was staring at them. Adam didn't care.

"Let's refresh that memory of yours, hm?" Adam said with a tilt of his head. He looked eerily calm. Except for his eyes. They looked like burning gold. "You wanted me to play a game. The Waiting Game. You told me to sit under a special tree and that I had to stay right there until you came back. Then...then you would take me flying."

Lucifer's eyes widened. Ah. Now he remembers. "I...oh....I'm sorry I made you wait for hours only for me not to—"

Adam was laughing again. Lucifer and everyone else looked disturbed. "You think I waited hours? Try again."

"A day?" Lucifer looked like he was choking a lemon down with how uncomfortable he looked. "Try again."

"Three days?" Lucifer looked pale now and so did everyone else.

"Try forty-five days," Adam said and watched as Lucifer looked like he was going to pass out. "You...why did—how—"

"Why did I wait that long? It's simple. I trusted you, Lucifer. I trusted you with everything I've ever known. If you had told me the sky was orange instead of blue I would have believed you because you were my best friend. No...you were more than that. I loved you." Lucifer let out a gasp at that but Adam was just getting started.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to sit there and just wait that long? I didn't want to lose the game. I wanted to make you proud so I sat there and listened to your instructions. There was no food or water near me. So I just sat there and slowly deteriorated while I waited for you, so convinced my angel would come back for me, just like he promised he would."

Lucifer stumbled to the ground, his eyes wide and his form trembling. Adam loomed over him.

"But you never did. I almost died under that tree, Lucifer. Michael told me if they hadn't checked on me right then, I would have. My organs were failing, and my body was weak and starved. I...I never fully recovered from that while I was alive. There was only so much the Angels could do for me while also taking my rib to make Eve."

Lucifer couldn't say anything. What could he say?

"And you want me to forgive you? Because you didn't have the balls to tell me the truth about running off with Lilith and instead decided to trick me into sitting for you like some bitch?!" Adam spat at Lucifer's feet. "You can take that apology and go fucking kill yourself."

Adam stepped over the mute Devil and walked away. He almost made it out of the room when Lucifer cried out, "Wait!"

"No. I'm done waiting for you." Adma walked away and didn't look back.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #The Waiting Game au #unrequited adamsapple #angst #damn #send asks

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shaypie67 · 6 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞

Summary: Butcher drops Soldier Boy off at your apartment to hide him after they failed to kill Homelander at Vought Tower.

Pairing: Soldier Boy (The Boys) x Reader

Warnings: Language, Age Gap, Alcohol Consumption, Smoking

Word Count: 1,633

"Come on love... It's just for a few days."

I hear Butcher explain after turning up at my door in the middle of the night, his friend Soldier Boy already barging into my apartment as if he owned the place. "Just try and keep him happy, yeah?" Butcher smirks after whispering to me, I just scowl at him and cross my arms over my chest. "Fine! But I am not sleeping with him just to keep him happy!" I whisper back harshly, turning to look at Soldier Boy from where he leans against my kitchen counter. Smug look on his face with a raised eyebrow. "Don't worry doll... you won't even know I'm here." I just huff and glare at Butcher, but the man just smiles and closed the front door, leaving me alone with the supe. "Don't get your panties in a twist darlin', I ain't gonna bite... Unless you want me to." He throws me a wink before walking into my kitchen and pulling out a bottle of whiskey and nodding happily to himself, taking a huge gulp.

I roll my eyes at his suggestive comment before I follow him into the room with a firm look on my face. "I don't know why Butcher thought it would be a good to leave you here as I only have one bed... so you're sleeping on the couch. Soldier Boy raises his brows in surprise and glances over to the couch and down at himself, before his eyes reach mine again. "No doll, I'm not. I am over 6 feet tall... I'm not sleeping on that tiny ass couch. I'll just sleep in your bed." He smirks a little, his gaze slides down my body and up again approvingly. I can't help the way my breath hitches at the way he checks me out, crossing my arms over my chest to keep myself together. "No you aren't..." My words did not sound as confident as I wanted them to. Soldier Boy drops the glass bottle onto the counter before taking a few steps closer to me, his skin tight suit leaving nothing to the imagination with the way his muscles move underneath. Doesn't take a genius to figure out that this man is ripped. My eyes look higher, finally taking in how tall he is. He meets my eyes with another smirk. "What's wrong princess? A pretty little thing like you should be honored to share a bed with me." "I'm not most women, I don't fall to my knees every time a good looking guy gives me a bit of attention" I swallow the lump in my throat, knowing that's a complete lie. My daddy issues are going haywire right now and would love nothing more than to let Soldier Boy have his way with me, but my pride won't allow it. So I do my best to keep a straight face. "Don't tell me... you're a virgin? No one popped that sweet little cherry of yours, yet?" He leans down to me, his voice dropping to a more huskier tone, eyeing me up and down like a predator hunting it's pray. "I am *not* a virgin thank you..." I try and keep my voice level, but his blunt attitude and lack of space between us is making my brain short-circuit. He smells like weed and whiskey, a hint of leather and I can't stop myself from leaning closer to him, a faint blush painting my cheeks.

He seems to like my reaction to him, his hand moving to my hip and backing me into the wall, caging me in, shoving a muscled thigh between my legs and grinding against my clothed core. The thin fabric of my shorts barely concealing it causing me to let out a soft gasp.

He leans further down, nuzzling his face into my neck so I feel his scruff and lips brush my skin before he whispers into my ear. "No? But I bet your sweet little pussy is as tight as one."

I whimper as his thigh moves higher, my hand moving to thread through his silk locks, my own hips grinding back onto his thigh begging for more friction.

"Why don't we find out?" He groans softly as he slides his free hand down the front of my shorts, two fingers circling around my entrance, fingertips finding how his company is effecting me.

He closes his eyes and starts leaving little kisses and nips up my jaw, whispering breathlessly.

"Fuck... so wet for me already... and I've hardly touched you." I moan softly as he moves his fingers to circle my clit through my shorts, my hand tightening in his hair. Before he shoves the two fingers inside me without warning, causing me to scream out at the sudden intrusion.

He grins slyly into my neck and bites a little harder as he feels my walls clench around his digits, his action turning me on more. "So fucking tight, babygirl. But don't worry, daddy's got you."

Is all the warning I get before he rips his hand away from me and picks me up off the floor, my legs instinctively going around his waist as all my morals fly out the window and all I can think about his him and how he'll feel inside me.

He grips my thighs as he carried me down the hall and all but kicks open my bedroom door, throwing me onto the bed. Crawling over me. "Strip." He demands quickly, eyeing me with his own lust blown eyes, some hair falling over his forehead as he moves to tug off his supe suit.

I freeze as I watch his bare body reveal itself, licking my lips as I see the sight of his arousal. Long and thick, leaking at the tip. He catches me staring and wraps a hand around himself and stroking softly. "Like what you see, doll?" I nod quickly, looking back up at him as I pull my shirt over my head. Soldier Boy watches me carefully, eyes closing on on my breasts as I throw my shirt to the side. He doesn't wait for me to take my shorts off before he pounces, tearing my shorts off me, growling as he does.

The sound of fabric ripping through the air causes me to freeze and a gasp falls from my lips, looking at him through half lidded eyes as he looks down at me, leaning lower and lower before his lips wrap around a nipple, hardening as I feel his tongue and teeth graze over it, his other hand pinching the other. I can't help the soft moans that fall from my lips, my legs around his hips to pull him closer.

He senses my desperate reaction and he pulls off my breasts with a wet pop after repeating the action between the two, crawling higher to cage my head between his hands. I pause in anticipation as I feel his cock hit against my thigh, leaving a small trail of precum in its wake.

"Hurry up..." I whine a little, not being able to hand myself anymore, resorting in me begging him to take me.

Soldier Boy just chuchles, his deep voice making him even sexier as he puts a hand over my throat, his eyes darkening.

"You don't get to make demands. I am the one in control here." He orders firmly, using his free hand to tease my entrance with the tip.

I close my eyes and nod in submission, clenching around nothing as I feel him tease me, the hand around my throat only heightening the pleasure I feel inside me. He watches my reaction closely before he slowly pushes into me, inch by inch until he's all the way to the hilt, eyes rolling into his head at the vice grip strangling him.

My eyes open wide and my hand grabs at his forearm, feeling the thickness of his cock stretching me wider than any man has stretched me before. The wind is knocked out of me, never having someone take me as big as him before.

But he doesn't give me much time to adjust before he starts fucking me with a punishing pace, forcing choked moans out of me at the roughness of his thrusts.

He bury's his face into my neck and pants heavily, my arms and legs wrapping around him as I take in the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin.

"So good babygirl. You take me so well."

His pace becomes sloppy as I sense he's nearing the edge, my own coil in my stomach about to snap at the dirty talk and cruel jabs at my g-spot. "Daddy... so close." I choke out, my fingertips digging into his shoulders as I hold on for the ride.

He moans in response to my nails digging into his back before he slams into me harder, biting down onto my neck and leaving a mark as he paints my insides white. The sudden heat flooding inside me forcing my own climax to hit. Clenching down on him so hard I see stars as I finally fall over the edge.

His thrusts slow down as we both come down from our highs, he finally pulls his face from my neck but makes no attempt to pull out. Instead he pushes himself as deep as he can go and holds himself still.

I look up at him as my orgasm dies down, a lazy smile on my face as I can finally think straight.

"I suppose I won't mind you sleeping in my bed with me." I grin cheekily as I clench around him again.

He can't stop the small scoff falling from his lips and gives my ass a firm slap.

"Damn straight. Brat"

THE END

#soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x you #smut #unprotected sex #wrap it up

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taylormarieee · 1 year ago

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~Drunk in Love~

Summary: You and Daryl are both skeptical of Alexandria. So you two go out for a smoke and a drink and things get a little heated.

Word Count:1.2k

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Fem!Reader

Warnings: P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral (F reciving), Fingering, Creampie, 18+ Minors DNI, High and Drunk Sex, References and Use of Alcohol, Plot then Sex

You and the group arrive at Alexandria. You are very skeptical but you trust Aaron. He seems nice and you like him. The gates open and you are met by some dude who's name is Nicholas.

"Hand over your Weapons" Nicholas says.

"Ugh I dont think were gonna do that buddy. If we wanted to kill you we would have done it by now." You say shifting your weight.

"Yea uhm were gonna be holding on to these. Got a problem with that?" Rick asks tilting his head.

"No-No that won't be necessary. Were gonna let you keep your weapons. Your all gonna have to talk to Deanna though." Aaron says.

"Who's Deanna!" Abraham says. Everybody's Attention is on Aaron and Nicholas as we wait for them to explain.

"I'll take you to her. For now I will show you where will be staying." Aaron smiles walking away. " Follow me."

You walk next to Carl and steal his hat. He pushes you and easily grabs his hat back. "Cheater." You say smiling. "Thief!" he says laughing as well.

You all enter the house and is getting Interviewed by Deanna one by one. After You all are Interviewed, Deanna announces she's having A house party. You didn't want to go but you wanted to get a little drunk so you went.

Everybody looked nice, Rick had shaved his beast of a beard, and Rosita dressed nicely, same as Abraham. We all looked nice. I had noticed that Daryl wasn't here with everybody else. I made a mental note to go look for him later. I walked up to the bar and grabbed drink after drink.

"Hey Rick! Wanna drink." I ask giggling. "Sweetheart? Are you ok? Yah really shouldn't be drinkin this much." He says smiling walking over to you.

"But it's a party!! So let's party!" I say happily. Rick shook his head, "Go find some water." He says holding your arm. "You know what? I'm gonna go find Daryl! Bye Ricky!" I say sluggishly walking out of Deanna's house with a Jack Daniels bottle and two cups.

You walk to the house the group and you are staying at. You walk closer to see someone standing smoking on the poarch. You immediately know who that long haired, vest wearing man is. Daryl Dixon. You've had a crush on daryl ever since the Prison when he was finally stepping up and providing for the group. You've always found daryl attractive but you never thought the feelings were mutual.

Sometimes there were looks and glances, Touches that lingered to long, and tension in the air you could cut it with a knife. You walk up the steps and see Daryl wip around knife in hand.

"Woah buddy, It's just me. I come bearing gifts!" I say shaking the cups and Jack Daniels bottle. He smiled and laughed.

"Ya too young for tha. Whatcha know 'bout Jack Daniels?" He said walking towards you grabbing a cup. " Number one I'm not too young Mr. Dixon and Two I know alot about Jack Daniels." I say giggling

Daryl grumbles at you and scrunches his nose. " Wanna smoke wit me?" He asks taking a puff of the Cigarette.

"Yea sure!" You say grabbing the Cigarette.

After about an hour or two of drinking and smoking you both are extremely wasted, talking about nonsense.

"Ok ok!" You say giggling, " your turn! "

"I don't like this game. It's stupid." He says chuckling.

"C'mon Daryl you have to have another question you wanna ask me?!" You turn to look at him and smile nudging his arm to go on. "Ok fine. Have you ever fucked an older guy? Not like old old but like mid 20's Early 30's?" Daryl asks with a smirk.

"Oh god Daryl! You sicko! I am 26!" I say shocked.

"Still ain't answer ma question." He says smiling. You roll your eyes and chuckle.

"Fine! No Daryl I have not." You say kicking his foot. He grunts, "Well imma have to change that." He says grabbing your face to puff smoke in your mouth. You gladly open your mouth to receive it only to be met with an wet, opened mouth kiss.

You grab his neck and pull him closer receiving a groan from the man. He grabs your waist pulling you closer. You back up as he pushed you forward to the front door.

Your hands fumble around to find the door knob. after 2 minutes of struggle you finally open the door drunkenly giggling and laughing the whole way up the stairs to your bedroom.

The moment that bedroom door closed you two couldn't keep your hands off one another. Tearing off each others clothes, slowly but surely making your way to the bed. You plop down on the bed and daryl makes his way on top of you.

Your dripping wet. Slick running from your slit all the way to your thighs and soaking the bed. Daryl pries your legs open staring at your glistening cunt. "Yer so pretty you know tha?" Daryl says biting his lip

Before you can even respond you feel Daryl's warm tongue on your clit flicking back and forth, up and down and all around. Your met with a wave of pleasure between your legs. He licks from your slit and back to your clit sucking roughly on your clit. You moan out in pleasure, screaming his name over and over again.

He grunts and moans against your pussy sending vibrations through your entire body. You feel the familiar feeling in your stomach. Feels like a bubble about to burts. You grab onto his beautiful brown locs pushing his head further in while trying to ride his face.

You feel your climax approaching very quickly. Your on the edge when you feel Daryl stick two fingers inside you. You let out an audible moan followed by a series of whimpers and you cum all over Daryls face and Fingers.

You start to giggle at the feeling of your release finally being released. Daryl comes to you face and kisses you passionately, while stroking his cock. "Yer ready f'me big girl?" He says lining his cock up with your entrance. You hastily shake your head whimpering, "Please Daryl. I wanna feel you Inside me!" you whimper out.

Daryl chuckles and begins penetrating you. You wince at the feeling considering how big he is but that pain soon forms into pleasure and you moan as he bottoms out. He slowly but roughly starts thrusting into you. His thrusts are rough aggressive and slow making you squirm under him whimpering and begging him to go faster.

"Please Daryl please go faster." You beg holding onto to his broad shoulders. "So Impatient sweet girl." Daryl teases. He listens to your pleas and proceeds to fuck you at a faster and rough pase showering you with praises.

"Look at ya baby, takin me so well."

"You keep squeezin me like tha and I won't last."

"Imma cum in this pretty, tight pussy."

"Oh yes daryl please come inside me!" You whine out feeling Daryl twitch inside. you. And with a few more rough, erratic thrusts, Daryl. shoots his load inside you. He rubs tight, rough circles on your clit making you cum in a matter of seconds. He fucks you through both of your highs. All that can be heard is your pants and giggles. You both cuddle up together as Daryl whispers sweet nothings in your ear while rubbing your thigh.

"I guess fucking an older guy is better." You say smiling. "Yer damn right it is!" Daryl grunts.

You two slowly drift off to sleep, awaiting for tomorrow in this suspicious place called Alexandria.

TAGLIST: @carlsdarling @murdadixon @pandorxxx @number1gal @rickswh0r3 @sinsandsweetness @neteyamyawne @neytirishottie @darylscvmdumpster @rickydixky @dirtydixonsgirl @darklydixon

#the walking dead #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon

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suiana · 1 year ago

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Can I request a yandere blade with a darling who already had a secret pen pal s/o so blade decides to take matters into his own hands and becomes the pen pal itself?

yandere! blade x gn reader

you don't know when it happened but your pen pal suddenly started writing differently. different handwriting, slightly weird stains, and most importantly, the signature at the bottom! did they change it? why are the initials different?

most important of it all, why was there extra information about you included when you didn't tell them anything about it?

like the colour of your underwear! or the new plushie you bought! or how you were running away from a certain man called blade.

as a member of the stellaron hunters, he was a feared man. and you were currently on the run from him. why? because he wanted you. he desired you. and his way of courting you was through an attempted kidnapping.

honestly! why couldn't he just ask you out like a man? did he really have to break in and try to kidnap you?! it really scarred you mentally but at least he looked hot while doing it.

to be honest, you didn't know why he was interested in you to begin with. you weren't part of any big organisation, nor were you with the astral express. so what made him so obsessed with you to the point where he would attempt to kidnap you?

you shook your head, pushing the thought of the man known as blade away. he wasn't your main concern for now. you doubted he'd find you anyways.

you yawned as another letter magically appeared in front of you. it's from your lover! maybe he'll explain why he was so weird in his latest letters! your eyes sparkled in happiness but that happiness soon got replaced by fear the moment you started reading.

dearest love,

how are you? you really made me saddened when you decided to run away. why did you do that? I was so lost. so confused. I just simply count not understand why you'd do something like that. but that's alright, I'll teach you not to run away again. after all, we'll be happily together, as one. I've already gotten rid of this pest. they won't be bothering you anymore. honestly, how could you have fallen for their tricks? they were just so obviously using you! I had been silently watching the two of you, hoping you'd see through their antics. but it didn't happen. and you were both discussing marriage! marriage! I needed to step in. I had to. don't worry, it's all for your own good. because I love you. and we'll be together soon. we'll never be apart ever again.

from your lover,

blade

oh no.

he had found you.

#suiana's sinners #yandere blade #yandere blade x reader #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere #male yandere #tw yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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white-poppie · 2 years ago

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MSBY! Thirst tweets

A/N: The way I had to search up thirst tweets because I have no idea how people write things on twitter, the mildest ones are the ones I wrote- I am shook. (Not me using the Bangchan meme for Hinata."

Try to guess which ones I wrote ;)

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

"Hello, this is Atsumu Miya from MSBY black jackals and m' reacting to thirst tweets!" the faux blonde grinned happily.

"Are you on twitter, Miya-san?"

"I used to be, but then I deleted it, it's a scary place," the man shudders exaggeratedly, clutching the fish bowl with paper scraps closer to him.

Carefully he takes out one piece and unfolding it, head tilting in delight at the question.

"I want Atsumu Miya to crush my skull between his massive thighs."

A cocky grin made its way onto his face, he slaps his thigh, looking straight at the camera, "As much as I would love to indulge in fan service, I don't wanna be charged for man-slaughter"

He laughs and throws the scrap of paper on the floor, fishing for another.

"I want a piece of that cake Atsumu carries everyday"

A snort leaves Atsumu's mouth after reading, "Y'all need to chill, seriously."

Taking another piece of paper out, Atsumu read.

"Fuck Daddy-Issues or Mommy-issues, my only issue is, not having Atsumu Miya in my arms right now!"

"Awww, this one is so cute man," he grins, "thank you 'Mrs.Miya49. By your username, it seems as if you have already claimed me though," he says with a wink.

"Alright this is the last one," he says and speakes in an exaggeratedly British accent.

"Atsumu Miya is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, my ovaries are ready to produce Miya 3.0. thank you very much."

"Holy shit," he gasps, "I am so flattered that you think I am gorgeous, but I think you should contact my twin for Miya 3.0, though. He is more of a family guy than I am," he says and pauses, "for now at-least," he winks.

"I might re-download Twitter to reply to you guys now."'

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

"Hey, this is Bokuto Koutaro from MSBY black jackals and today I am reacting to thirst tweets with puppies."

Bokuto cackles while sitting on the floor, as majestic tiny creatures step out of a wooden crate, "great, now I am not going to get any work done"

He scratches gently behind a brown one's ear, his large hand making the puppy seem even tinier. One of them struggles to climb on Bokuto's lap. He gently places him on his crisscrossed legs and canine soon nuzzles in. While one puppy minds his own business biting Kou's shoes.

"Oh hey buddy, that's not nice," he gently pushes the puppy away with his pointer finger, which only spites the tiny fiend more.

"Right, I won't get distracted now, I can see the director glaring," he laughs while petting the puppy nestled in his lap, peacefully.

"Bokuto Koutaro is what SZA had in mind when she wrote 'big-boy'. This man DESTROY me, manhandle me, tear me apart. I would have no regrets."

Bokuto blinks rapidly as if trying to process the info, "wow-uhm you guys are violent, but yeah I have heard that song, but it never crossed my mind even once."

Bokuto pouts at the puppy, chewing the laces of his branded shoes, away so that the camera can't see, "I should cover your ears, eh?"

"I want to be crushed by Bokuto, this man can throw me over his shoulder like a potato sack, please please please."

"I mean if you are asking so nicely, I'll throw you over my shoulder; no crushing though, I like my fans uncrushed!" he laughs boisterously.

"I wanna lick the sweat off Koutarou's abs, bet it's the sweetest thing ever."

Bokuto scrunches his face in disgust, "Gross, I mean of that's what you are into- but I beg you please reconsider, that's very unhygienic," he says while kissing the pup's head with a loud 'mwah', "Sakusa would have had a breakdown just reading this."

"Wanna bite Bokuto's man-tiddies nom nom nom, wanna mark him all up"

Bokuto blinks aggressively looking at the camera in a way that would be used by his fans as a meme reaction for months to come, "Is this Atsumu? I bet it was Atsumu tweeting this. That guy always calls his abs man-tiddies."

Bokuto pouts sadly as the staff takes the puppies away, "This was Bokuto Koutaro from MSBY Black Jackals, reading thirst tweets with puppies. Send more of these guys so I can come and play the pups!"

𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎

"Hello folks! This is Hinata Shoyo from MSBY Black Jackals and today I am reacting to thirst tweets!" the tangerine haired-boy said excitedly as rubber his palms together in delight.

In his muscular arms, he holds the phone the staff gave him and reads the first tweet.

Hinata Shoyo has such a big leap, like a rabbit, jsksjksjk he the cutest

Hinata giggles at the comparison, "I have been called a lot of things in life, rabbit has to be the first, I like it!"

He glances at the tweet again, "You know what else is big ?" he pauses looking down at his legs, "My...uh feet! My feet!" he quickly averts the topic after he earns a glare from the manager.

Research shows that if you are scared of spiders, you are likely to find them in your room...ooo I am so scared of Hinata Shoyo. It would be soooo scary if he climbed into my bed at night~

Hinata laughs loudly, licking his lips, "You guys are so creative, how do you even think of these things?"

Hinata shakes his head, smiling as he scrolls on

I want Hinata Shoyo to [redacted] me [redacted] and [redacted] my guts while whispering [redacted] into my ear.

"Did- did you just physically type out redacted-" Hinata says with his mouth open in shock, "it can be interpreted in many ways you know?"

"It can be I want Hinata Shoyo to call me tonight and operate my guts while whispering 'touch some grass' in my ear" He shrugs his shoulders, "Not so thirsty now."

Looking at Hinata should be illegal, I saw one of his games and now I got pregnant. Who is going to take the responsibility now @msbyblackjackals.official ? Huh? Huh??

"BAHAHAH you even tagged the official account" he laughs, wiping the tears from his eyes, "please let me know the update on the child, I will take responsibility."

"This was Hinata Shoyo from MSBY reading thirst tweets, thank you for all the sweet and thirsty comments, appreciate them equally"

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈

"Do I really have to do this?" he mutters hesitant, looking at the rolling camera.

"Yes Sakusa-san, everyone from the team is doing this."

"Fine," he sighs, "this is Sakusa Kiyoomi from MSBY black jackals and I am reacting to thirst tweets."

He hesitantly reads the first question displayed on the screen

I want Sakusa to chew on my head like a bubblegum.

Sakusa looks at the camera with a disgusted expression, "no."

Omi is the man of my dreams, a knight in shining armour, rose petals and shit. I want him to rail the life out of me.

Sakusa sighs and lets out a small hum of acknowledgement, "This one isn't that bad. Flattered to hear that I am the man of your dreams, darling."

Not to be all NSFW and shit, but I wanna like...hold hands with Sakusa... >_<

Sakusa chortles at the message, "you got me scared there for a second. Sorry, I am not really good with physical contact and stuff, but this was sweet."

Sakusa's pretty and veiny hands with long fingers bark bark bark!! I wanna be a mosquito and suck the blood out of those veins nom nom; use them as a necklace and stuff.

"Very...specific fetishes you people have," he looks down at his hands, "no hand necklaces for you." he grins and flexes the veins on his hands, "Not until you ask nicely for it~."

"This was Sakusa Kiyoomi, reading thirst tweets. You guys need therapy and I am more than ready to pay for it."

"Oo Sugar Daddy Vibes," the production crew laughs.

"Remind me to never do this again."

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sophrosynesworld · 7 months ago

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Community Service (pt.2)

Katsuki Bakugo + Dogs + A Water Fight + Protectiveness = ???

The door chimes as I pull it open, a blast of cool air rushing over me. I step inside, relishing the refreshing chill that instantly soothes my overheated skin. Behind the front desk, a woman looks up from her computer.

"Good morning! How can I help you?" she greets me cheerfully.

"Hi, I spoke to someone on the phone about completing my UA volunteer services here," I walk over to the counter and wiping the sweat from my forehead.

She nods, her smile widening. "Of course! You must be from U.A. High School. Let me check… You’re here with Katsuki Bakugo, right?"

"That's right," I confirm, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

"We’re excited to have two heroes working with us today," she carries on with some small talk while typing something into the computer.

"Katsuki is already here. If you want to head outside, you should see him by the kennels. It's through this door, down the hall, and out the blue door."

"Thank you," I reply feeling a bit more at ease. "I’ll head out there now."

As I walk through the shelter's cool interior and step outside towards the kennels, the commotion of barking dogs grows louder. Turning the corner, I spot Bakugo standing amidst a group of excited dogs, his expression a mix of irritation and frustration.

"Finally," he snaps as soon as he spots me. "Took you long enough."

"Good to see you too," I reply cautiously. "Having fun?"

He scowls, pushing a particularly enthusiastic golden retriever away from his leg. "These damn dogs won't leave me alone. How am I supposed to get anything done with them jumping all over me?"

I chuckle lightly, stepping closer. "They just need a bit of attention. Here, let me help." Kneeling down, I offer out some love. The dogs begin to settle down, licking my face in appreciation.

Bakugo crosses his arms, observing me skeptically. "I don't get how you can be so calm around these mutts."

"It's all about patience," I explain, scratching behind the ears of a happy beagle. "And a little bit of understanding. They can sense your energy."

"Yeah, well, my energy's telling them to back off," he mutters, though he seems to relax a little as the dogs start to settle down.

Standing up, I give him an encouraging smile. "We'll get through this together, okay? Let's just focus on helping and make the best of it."

Bakugo huffs but nods grudgingly. "Fine. But if one of them bites me, I'm blaming you."

"Fair enough," I laugh.

We move over towards the cleaning station, that's already set up with buckets of soapy water and hoses. Bakugo grumbles under his breath, but he follows my lead, keeping his complaints to a minimum. I grab towels from the bin and glance up to see Bakugo watching me.

"Alright, grab that hose." I instruct, trying to maintain a light tone. With a treat and leash in hand, I coax a large, muddy Labrador towards the wash area.

Bakugo picks up the hose, turning it on with more force than necessary. "Hold still, you mutt," he scolds, aiming the spray at the dog, who promptly shakes, splattering water everywhere.

"Easy there," I caution, wiping water off my face. "You'll scare them off like that."

He gives me an exasperated look but adjusts his grip. "Fine, you handle the soap, and I'll rinse."

I nod, squirting shampoo onto the Labrador's back and starting to scrub. The dog wags its tail happily, splashing water and soap suds around.

"They just need a woman's touch," I remark, smiling up at Bakugo.

He rolls his eyes but can't hide a small smirk. "Whatever."

We work in sync, and soon the Labrador is looking much cleaner. I move him into another playyard and make my way back over to grab the next one. A mischievous terrier that proves to be more of a challenge as it squirms and wiggles in my arms.

"Hold him still!" Bakugo barks at me while the terrier attempts an escape. Bakugo attempts to help me hold him still, but it's no use.

"I'm trying!" I protest, laughing as the terrier shakes, splattering us both with soapy water.

"Great," Bakugo mumbles, wiping soap off his face. "Now we’re as wet as the dogs."

I chuckle and flick some suds in his direction. "Part of the job."

He narrows his eyes. "You think this is funny?"

Before I can react, Bakugo turns the hose on me, spraying a jet of water. I yelp and throw my hands up to shield myself. "Hey!"

"Watch yourself," he says with a smug grin, eyes glinting with mischief.

I scramble for the other hose turn it on him, spraying him back. Water flies everywhere, and soon we're in a full-blown water fight, laughing and shouting. The dogs join in barking and chasing the spray, their fur getting soaked. Katsuki chases me around the yard attempting to not fall on the wet grass. The cold water feels refreshing in the warm sun, and our laughter echoes. Katsuki grabs my forearm and pulls me into his chest as he overestimates his speed and slips. His hands wrap around my head protecting me during the fall.

"Okay, okay, I give up!" I call out between giggles, trying to catch my breath.

Bakugo releases me slowly, breathing heavily but smiling wide. "That’s what I thought."

The terrier nudges Bakugo's shoulder, prompting him to pat its head gently. He smiles faintly. "Alright, alright, maybe later."

We lay there for a moment, still laughing, with the sun shining down on us. The yard is a mess, and the dogs are still running around, but we don’t care. It was worth it. Our clothes are drenched, and our shoes squish with every step. The dogs shake off water, spraying us even more, and we can't help but laugh again.

"You're not bad with that thing," Bakugo mutters, helping me stand up.

I glance at him, surprised by the compliment. "Useless at fighting but dangerous with a water gun, huh?"

Bakugo looks at me, puzzled. "Who said you're not good at fighting?"

My eyes widen, and I look away, trying to downplay it. "Oh, no one really."

His expression hardens as he steps closer. "Is someone bothering you?"

I shake my head quickly, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. "It's nothing, really."

Bakugo's jaw tightens, clearly not convinced. "Tell me who it is."

I hesitate, knowing how he can be when he's angry. "It's just... some people, you know, talking. It doesn't matter."

Katsuki's eyebrows knit together, clearly frustrated. "You're in our class, and they aren't. That's all the proof you need that you're better than those losers."

I remain quiet, and he lets the topic drop. We're able to finish up with the dogs, neither of us wanting to break the silence. I expected to see him leave before me, but to my surprise, he's slumped over in a chair in the lobby as I walk out of the office, my signed paperwork in hand.

"Everything okay?" I ask, my voice breaking the stillness that has settled between us.

Bakugo looks up, his eyes tired but alert. He just nods, a slight jerk of his head. "Waiting for you," he mutters.

I nod back, feeling a bit awkward. Bakugo can be harsh, but in his own odd way, he seems to care.

"Thanks," I thank him softly, unsure if he even hears me.

He stands up, stretching his shoulders before silently walking out of the front door.

I follow him towards the exit. The cool evening air hits us as we step outside, and for a moment, we both just stand there, taking it in.

"Bakugo," I start, "Thanks. For waiting."

He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. "Yea, whatever."

My mind races as I follow his lead towards campus. I thought we had a good time this afternoon, but his shortness doesn't reflect that.

I keep quiet as we travel, not wanting to bother him further. The evening sky casts long shadows on the path, and the sounds of our footsteps fill the silence between us. I steal glances at Bakugo, noticing the tension in his posture and how his fists occasionally clench.

When we arrive back on campus, I offer him a small smile. "Thanks again, Bakugo," I mumble as I head upstairs to shower and change.

He nods curtly, his eyes not leaving me until I round the corner of the stairs. His gaze lingering on me the entire time.

I have such bad writers block at the moment. Let me know if you guys like this or not!

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harrypotterfan86 · 8 days ago

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𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕰𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕷𝖔𝖐𝖎

Characters: Loki, you (the reader), Thor, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Frigga (mentioned)

Warnings: There aren't really any for this one. It's just fluff

Authors note: This isn't proof read and I lost motivation at the end so sorry about that. And I meant to have this posted by Christmas but obviously that didn't happen so I apologize for that as well

Italics: Backstory

Bold: Normal story

Word count: 2.3k

It was Christmas Eve in the Avengers Tower and everyone was relaxing. Everybody had been convinced by Thor to wear matching Christmas jumpers together. Steve and Thor were happily decorating the Christmas tree while Natasha and Clint baked cookies together. Bruce was sitting on the sofa, chuckling softly as Tony refused to help because he was being dramatic. Loki however, was nowhere in sight.

"Where's Loki?" You say as you step into the living room, looking around at everyone. Thor looked up from the tree at the mention of Loki. "He's in his room. He says he's not in the Christmas spirit" Thor says with a slight roll of his eyes. "Oh? How come?" You say, curiosity lacing your voice. "Christmas is a time for being joyful, full of fun and cheer. As you can guess, Loki isn't interested in any of those. As much as I've tried to convince him." Thor explained with a slight shake of his head, returning to decorating the tree. "I'll go talk to him. I'm sure I can convince him to do something besides read." You say quite confidently. "Be my guest. Just try not to get too annoyed by him". Thor says with a small chuckle, continuing to decorate the tree. You smile a bit and start walking towards Loki's room, gently knocking on his door once you're in front of it. Loki paused what he was doing for a moment, looking towards the door as he sat up. "Come in." He called out from his spot on his sofa, a book in his hand. You walk into his room looking around for a couple seconds before speaking. "Why don't you come and decorate or bake with us?" Loki rolled his eyes dramatically. "Because I do not wish to be forced to join whatever ridiculous Christmas festivities you and the others decide we should partake in. It's ridiculous." "What if I put a Christmas tree in here? Not a big one. You could help me decorate it however you'd like." You say softly, trying to convince him to have a little fun. Loki paused, raising his eyebrows slightly as this was a decent suggestion. He thought for a moment before sighing dramatically. "Fine...I suppose one small decoration won't kill me." "I'll be right back." You say as you go into the closet to get the tree, lights, and ornaments before bringing it all back to Loki's room and setting it on the floor. He watched as you returned with the box, looking over the contents with a slight frown. "You honestly think this tree will make me enjoy Christmas?" He asked sarcastically, though he still started to get up. "You'll see. I'll make sure it's fun." You promise him. Loki rolled his eyes again and reluctantly took the box from you, placing it on the table in front of the sofa. "Fine, fine...lets get this over with." You go over to the TV in his room and turn on The Nightmare Before Christmas. Loki looks over at the TV. "Oh...this movie. It's not bad I suppose." "It's one of my favorites." You say as you begin to take the tree out of the box. "Not my favorite, but it's still enjoyable." Loki says, assisting you in setting up the Christmas tree. Once it was up he took a small step back. "There. Done. Are you happy now?" "No we still have to decorate it." You say as you take out a strand of lights. Loki rolls his eyes and takes the lights from you. "I still don't see how decorating this tree will make me enjoy Christmas but fine, I'll play along with your ridiculous ideas." "Plug in the lights before we put them on the tree just to make sure they work. I think those ones are green." Loki hummed in response, plugging in the lights before looking at them and nodding. Indeed they were green. "They seem to be working." "Good. Now go ahead and put them on the tree." You say, watching what he does. Loki started wrapping the lights around the tree, going round and round, wrapping them as carefully as possible. Once he had finished he took a small step back, admiring the tree. "There, all done." "Now we have to put the ornaments on it." You say as you pick up the box of ornaments that you had brought in. Loki watched as you picked up the box of ornaments, looking at the box with a frown. "How much more is there to do? I swear if it involves any more of these ridiculous Christmas traditions, I am not going to do any of it. You're lucky I've agreed to decorate this tree and put lights on it." He complained with a dramatic sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're being such a drama queen I swear. It's fun." You say as you start taking ornaments out of the box.

Loki rolls his eyes once more. "Me? A drama queen? I'm only stating my opinion on the fact that these Christmas traditions are ridiculous." You roll your eyes as he says that. "Come help me put ornaments on the tree." Loki sighs dramatically once again as he takes a few ornaments out of the box. "Fine...you always know how to convince me to do things that I don't want to do. You start putting the ornaments on the tree. "We're gonna build gingerbread houses after this." Loki stared at you in complete disbelief. Just when he thought you couldn't suggest anything more ridiculous. "Gingerbread houses?" He repeated the words as if he couldn't believe what he just heard. "Come on it'll be fun." You say while continuing to put ornaments on the tree. "Just give it a chance." Loki looked at you for a long moment debating in his head whether or not he should just say no to your suggestion. "Fine. I'll give it a chance. But it won't change my opinion on these Christmas traditions. I assure you." You and Loki finish putting the ornaments on the tree and you hand him the tree topper. "Go ahead and put it on." Loki looked down at the tree topper, taking it and gently placing it on top of the tree. "There. Done. I placed it on the tree just as you asked. Can we move on to your new, ridiculous task now?" "Clean off the table I'll be right back." Loki sighs, placing the empty box on the ground before looking at the table. "Fine. I will clean off the table while you go do whatever you're going to do." You leave Loki's room and go into the living room where the other avengers are. "Me and Loki are gonna build gingerbread houses. I'll let you know how it goes." The others nod as they watch you leave. "Good luck. You'll need it." Steve says. You go into the kitchen and take two gingerbread house kits, bringing them back to Loki's room. "I have them." You set them on the table in front of his sofa. Loki watched as you placed the gingerbread house kits on the table, looking at them with a frown. "So let me get this straight, once we've built these, what exactly am I supposed to do with it?" "We'll put them on the fireplace in the living room then eat them tomorrow." Loki looked at you skeptically. "You're seriously telling me that we make these things and just leave them to eat tomorrow? This is a complete waste of time you know." "Loki it's fun that's why we're doing it. Just enjoy it." You start taking your gingerbread out of the box and start setting it up to decorate. Loki rolled his eyes, reluctantly taking the gingerbread out of the box and began to set it up. "I'm only doing this to shut you up. Not because it's fun." You have yours all set up and look up at his to see how he's doing. Loki has set his up, not that it was looking particularly amazing. Loki shrugged. "There. It's finished. Not at all how I would have liked it but I'm hoping that's enough to meet your standards of Christmas 'fun'." "It's pretty. But now we have to decorate them." You say, starting to put candy and more frosting on yours. Loki raised an eyebrow, looking at what you had put on yours. "There's more? Really? And here I thought we'd actually finished." "We're almost done with these I promise." You say as you start adding little icicles made of frosting to your gingerbread house. Loki hummed, picking at the bowl of candy. "Fine." He started placing the pieces of candy on the gingerbread house, moving slowly. You finish yours and watch him decorate his. "You're doing good. I like it." Loki stopped, looking at the finished product. "Huh...well maybe I don't actually completely hate this..." "I'll go put them on the fireplace, I'll be right back." You say as you pick up both gingerbread houses. Loki watches as you pick them up. He started to think, realizing that the decorating part of the gingerbread house had been...dare he say...enjoyable. You take the gingerbread houses into the living room and set them on the fireplace. "He actually enjoyed himself." You say to the other Avengers. "Wait he actually enjoyed himself? I'm surprised." Steve says.

"Perhaps this Christmas will be better than I thought. I'm surprised my brother actually enjoyed himself." Says Thor. "I know right. I'm glad he had fun." You say before bringing a bunch of presents that you had wrapped for Loki into his room. Loki looks up as you return with the presents in your hands. "Wait, what's all of this?" He asked, looking at the presents. "They're for you. I was gonna give them to you tomorrow but I thought I'd do it now." Loki looked at the presents in complete surprise. "For me? You got me...presents?" He asked, still trying to process the fact that you had gotten him gifts. He didn't expect this. "Yeah. There's only five but they're things I thought you'd like." You put them on the table in front of him. Loki looked over the presents, trying to contain his excitement. He picked up a box, gently shaking it. "Which one do I open first?" Whichever one you'd like." You say softly. Loki decided to open the one nearest to him, taking it and starting to unwrap the gift carefully. It's a bottle of the finest wine Asgard has to offer. Loki looked down at the bottle, unable to hide his smile. "This...this is the finest wine from my homeland." "It was expensive." You chuckle softly. "And it took a while to find but I got it." Loki smiled, still holding the bottle in his hands. "You really found this. I can't believe you actually managed to get this...and you got it for me of all people." "Open another one." You smile while watching him. Loki nodded, placing the bottle down and opening the next present. Trying and failing to contain his excitement once again. This gift is smaller than the other ones. It's a custom green, black, and gold bracelet that looks expensive. Loki held the bracelet, looking at it in complete fascination. "This is amazing. I've never seen anything like it. I don't even know what to say." "Do you like it? I know you're a prince and all but I thought you'd enjoy something simple." Loki smiled as he put the bracelet on his wrist. "I love it. It's beautiful and looks so expensive. You really put thought into these gifts didn't you?" "I tried. Open that one next." You point to a present in the middle. "It's for your cat but still." Now he was surprised. It wasn't often that someone remembered about his cat. He picked up the present and started to unwrap it. It's catnip, cat toys, and a little cat sweater with Loki's horns as the design. "I made the sweater myself." Loki looked down at the items in complete surprise, picking up the sweater. "You actually made this yourself? For my cat?...I'm genuinely speechless." "Yeah...I saw your cat in here a few weeks ago and decided to make her something too." You say shyly. He looked down at the small cat sweater again. his heart melting a little. He smiled. "She's going to love the sweater. And the catnip, she really loves catnip. I'm surprised that you remembered that about my cat." "That's what friends are for...I care about you...and your cat. Open one of the other ones. There's only two left." Loki smiles again, picking up one of the last two presents. He couldn't believe how much effort you had put into this. "You care about me? Well I must admit, I care about you too." He unwraps the gift that he had picked up. You sit next to him on the sofa as he unwraps it. This gift is bigger than the others. It's a new scepter because The Avengers took away his old one when they captured him. Loki held the scepter, a look of absolute joy and awe on his face. He carefully examined it, looking at every detail. "You got me a new scepter...I haven't had one since they took my old one from me. This is just...wow." You smile at his reaction. "I'm glad you like it. I had Thor bring me to Asgard to have it made." Loki smiled, setting the scepter down on the table before turning to you. "You had Thor take you to Asgard to have it made?" That surprised him. He didn't expect you to go to this extent just to get him a gift. "Yeah...but it's no big deal really. Asgard is a beautiful place. The next gift is also from there.

He looked at you, surprised again. "You got me another gift from Asgard? You didn't have to get me anymore...you've already gotten me so much." "It's the last one. Go ahead and open it." He picked up the last gift and unwrapped it. He was beginning to wonder how much more he could be surprised by this one gift. The last gift was a stuffed wolf. It was Loki's favorite toy when he was a child but it got left behind. "I visited your mother while I was in Asgard and brought that with me. She said it was your favorite." Loki held the stuffed wolf in his hands, the memories of his childhood, his mother, rushing back to him. He smiles at the toy, holding it with almost a grip. "You actually visited my mother and came back with this...Gods...this is...this means so much to me." "Well...do you like all of it? I tried my best to think of things you'd like." You say with a small smile on your face. Loki smiles, gently placing the stuffed wolf down on the table. "How could I not like the gifts you've given me? You put so much effort into each one of them. And you went all the way to Asgard to get half of them. You really are perfect aren't you?" You chuckle softly. "If anyone is perfect it's you...so...do you like Christmas a little more now?" It really was hard to think of a reason to keep hating Christmas when you got him so many amazing gifts. "Well, I guess I can't say I hate it as much as I used to." You smile. "Good...oh and random question...can I sleep on your sofa tonight? I won't bother you or anything." Loki looked at you in slight surprise. "You want to sleep on my sofa? You don't want to go back to your room tonight?" "It's Christmas Eve and I don't wanna be alone." His heart softened. Of course he'd let you sleep on his couch. He wouldn't send you away. "Of course. You can sleep here tonight." "Do you need help cleaning up? I really wouldn't mind helping." He shook his head, picking up the wrapping paper. "No. no it's alright. I'm fine with cleaning up by myself. You sit and relax." You sigh as he says that to you. "Fine. Could I borrow one of your pillows?" Loki chuckled. "Of course you can. You can take my blanket too if you wish. You're the guest here after all." "But if I take your blanket what will you use?" "As a god I don't need a blanket. I can handle sleeping without one. I assure you." Loki says as he gives you a little smile. "I'd feel guilty if I took your blanket from you." You say softly. "What if...we share your bed?" Loki froze as he was about to pick up one of the gifts. He didn't expect you to suggest that. "You want to share my bed? Really?" "I mean we don't have to if you don't want to...it's just a suggestion." Loki looked at you for a few seconds, still a bit surprised at your suggestion. "No, no you do realize this is me you're talking to right? I'm perfectly fine with us sharing my bed tonight." After he says that you can share the bed, you crawl up onto it, gently petting his cat that was laying on one of his pillows. Loki chuckled as he continued cleaning up, watching as his cat purred as you pet her. "Seems like she's already enjoying you being here." "Good." You mumble as you pull the blankets over yourself, burying your face into one of his pillows to try and memorize his scent. Loki finished picking everything up, looking over at his bed to see you burying your face into his pillows. He smiles to himself, thinking about how cute all of this was. He gets into bed, gently laying down next to you. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep, especially with him next to you. Though you do end up cuddling up against him in her sleep. Loki watched as you fell asleep, the smile returning to his lips as you cuddled against him. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you against him as he rests his head on top of yours, soon falling into a peaceful sleep next to you.

If you read all the way to the end thank you so much for the support it really means a lot to me especially since I'm new here and have never really written fanfic before

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russellsppttemplates · 9 months ago

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Could you do a Lance one where you're busy in helping your mom and he needs to go to Aston Martin factory to do the seat fitting for the next season car, so he takes Margot and Addalynn with him

"We're going on an adventure, girls!", Lance knocked on the playroom door and balacing himself on it, "but mummy is helping grandma and she won't be back until later", Addalynn reasoned as she recalled what you had told them before you bid goodbye.

"Yes, grandma needed help with some paperwork", Lance confirmed, "but I need to go to the factory and I can't leave you alone here, so let's go get ready to go out, yes?", he urged them into their bedrooms.

"It's cold outside, so can you guys get your coats?", Lance asked as he too got his coat from the closet before he joined them again, "I need to use the bathroom, daddy - don't forget about me!", Margot checked before she walked inside.

"We won't, baby - do you need the bathroom, Addalynn?", Lance asked your oldest daughter, "no, I'm fine", she replied back, "what are you going to do in the factory? Is it a meeting?".

"No, not a meeting. I'm going to do a seat fitting", Lance explained, "I need to put on my suit and then the guys are going to make sure my seat is comfortable and safe for me to race in", he explained as he helped her with her boots.

"I'm here! I'm here!", Margot ran inside her sister's bedroom, "Good, let's go then!", he clapped and ushered them downstairs, putting shoes and coats when in who didn't have them on yet before going to the car and driving to the factory.

"What is daddy doing today? Is it one of those things where we have to sit quietly?", Margot asked, remembering the last she was in one of those and Lance let her sit with him if she kept quiet enough.

"No, they're making daddy's seat for the car, I think we don't need to be too quiet, but we need to behave well", Addalynn responsibly advised her, earning a nod from her little sister.

"Look who it is! Hi, girls!", the young woman at the front desk of the department smiled, waving at them as they waved back, "is it bring your daughters to world day?", she asked Lance.

"It's something like that, yes", Lance smiled as he stepped closer to the rest of the team he would be working with closely today.

"You can play here, okay? I'm just going to change into my suit and then I'll be back", he checked with the girls as one of the mechanics happily played with them, kissing Addalynn's and Margot's cheeks before he excused himself.

"Are you building daddy's seat with a comfy blanket?", Margot asked curiously as she looked at the materials they were starting to lay down inside the shiny green car, "it's a bit of a different material. It's almost spongy but then it goes stiff so we have your daddy's body outline", he explained.

"So like a chocolate egg shell? We did those with mummy yesterday, we had to press two pieces together and then it became the shape of the egg!", she mused, "we could have brought chocolate to share with you, but we ate it all, didn't we Addy?", she looked up at her older sister.

"Yes, we did, we're sorry", the oldest girl offered earnestly, "we'll ask mummy to make some more and then we'll come here to share, okay?", she offered.

"How nice of you, girls, thank you!", he smiled as the click on the door sounded, Lance coming out of the room dressed in his new suit.

"You look beautiful, daddy", Margot complimented, hugging his legs, "thank you, my love", he answered before kissing the top of her head as she let go, going back to her sister and sitting down to watch the whole process.

"In you go", one of the mechanics said as both girls watched curiously.

"I'm not sure I can see with it here", Lance tapped the car and adjusted himself, "I need an example of something or someone", he mused.

"We can go daddy!", Addalynn suggested as she and Margot to up and stood far way from the car so Lance could have all the perspectives he needed, "see what I mean? I know my daughter has a pink bow on her hair because I put it there this morning but I can't see it that well and I should be able to", Lance commented with the mechanics as they ran a few tests, asking the girls to gently move positions every now and again.

"You were great help guys, might hire you for these test days!", the head engineer said, highfiving both girls as the beamed, happy to help.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#lance stroll blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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unabashegirl · 7 months ago

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Enticing 46 — Harry Styles CEO

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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word count: 1.5K

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"Do you think it's a girl or a boy?" Y/N inquired as Harry gently brushed his fingers across her bump. They were seated at a cozy Italian restaurant conveniently located near both of their offices, having planned to share a lunch together.

"I'm hoping for a girl," Harry admitted, expressing his desire to have both a son and a daughter, just like he and Allison. He recognized the joy of having a sister, and he believed that Oliver would relish the companionship and growing up together. "But if it's not, that's perfectly fine too," he quickly added, not wanting his words to be misconstrued. Harry was genuinely excited this time. He felt blessed to be involved in every aspect of the pregnancy.

"I don't mind either way. I'm honestly not sure," Y/N replied with a slight frown before picking up her fork to savor the carbonara pasta before her.

"Speaking of the baby, we'll need to start getting everything ready," Harry noted.

"I'm sure we won't need that much stuff. We can use Oliver's things," Y/N suggested, assuming Harry had saved all of Oliver's newborn essentials.

Harry's expression shifted to one of confusion. "I mean, you kept all of Oliver's newborn stuff, right?" she inquired.

Harry smiled at her and looked down at his food, feeling a pang of guilt. He hadn't retained any of it; the majority had been donated. He hadn't anticipated having another child.

"That's absurd," she remarked, rolling her eyes at him.

"I donated it! It's not like I threw everything away, darlin'," Harry replied, his smile wistful as he took a sip of his wine. He had reservations about drinking in front of Y/N, but she had insisted, essentially making him share the moment. "When's your next doctor's appointment?"

"It's later this week," Y/N shared, her anticipation building. Perhaps they would find out the baby's sex this time. She hoped the baby would be more cooperative during the ultrasound. "Can you make it?"

"I'll make time. Wouldn't miss it," Harry assured her, reaching out to hold her hand and tenderly kissing the top of it.

"Is Allison mad at me?" Y/N asked bluntly, her thoughts consumed by the question over the past two days since Allison's departure. She knew she had stepped in when it wasn't her place, but Allison's disrespect toward Harry had pushed her to speak up.

"No, darlin'," Harry reassured her. "I think she realized she went a little too far." Y/N couldn't quite understand, but she suddenly found herself in tears. Sometimes, the weight of it all felt like too much. She had an aversion to conflict and despised making Harry feel bad, so she often kept her concerns close, not wanting to be a burden or cause him any distress.

"Oh, darlin'," Harry sighed, his heart aching at the sight of her tears. He was accustomed to her joyful smile, making the contrast all the more poignant. "Everything is alright. She's not angry or anything. Maybe she was just taken aback by everything. Would you like me to talk to her so she can apologize?"

Y/N shook her head, big tears streaming down her face. "No, don't. I'll just make it worse," she pleaded. "It might just be the hormones," she added with a self-aware nod, realizing how silly it all sounded. Harry gently wiped away her tears.

"You're just feeling a bit sensitive today, and that's perfectly fine," Harry assured her. "How about if I finish work earlier than usual today, and we spend the evening watching movies and indulging in some comfort food at home? Will that make you feel better?"

Y/N nodded enthusiastically through her tears, a soft laugh escaping her. Harry empathized with her, unable to fathom the challenges of pregnancy. All he wanted was for her to be as comfortable as possible. Despite his reluctance to leave work early, this time he was determined to do so, as she needed him.

After their lunch, Y/N and Harry returned to their respective offices, each with their own set of responsibilities. Y/N had an important meeting scheduled with William and some potential investors. She needed to pitch a significant deal to them and had meticulously prepared her proposal, backed by data confirming it was a worthwhile investment. She felt a mix of nervousness and excitement about showcasing her potential.

On the other hand, Harry had his hands full with various external issues to address. He had to meet with his associates in London, as their construction project had encountered several setbacks, including permit issues. Harry was sincerely hoping he wouldn't have to travel for this matter.

"What's going on, Thomas? I need some good news," Harry said, leaning forward in his chair. "What's happening with the construction crew?"

Thomas had been incessantly calling Harry over the past few days, reporting that construction had slowed down due to heavy rain in London. An unfortunate incident had occurred where a worker accidentally damaged a gas pipeline, necessitating a call to the fire department. The pipeline was temporarily sealed, suspending the gas supply to the building. This, in turn, delayed the laying of the concrete foundation and pushed back the permits by about a month.

Thomas was visibly anxious, fearing that Harry might reprimand him severely. He had always been meticulous in overseeing the workers, and Harry appreciated his attention to detail. However, this time, a momentary lapse in attention had led to a major issue.

Harry let out a deep exhale, running his fingers through his hair. He was growing weary of the challenges that came with the expansion project and simply wished it would be completed.

"I'm surprised, Thomas," Harry began. "How much is this going to cost us?"

"I'm truly sorry, Mr. Styles," Thomas apologized sincerely, and Harry could sense his genuine regret. It was the first time he had encountered a problem with Thomas in charge of construction. While it wasn't entirely his fault, he was the one responsible and had to bear the blame in front of the boss. "It won't happen again. I swear."

"I understand, Thomas. Everyone makes mistakes, and I was genuinely surprised that it hadn't happened sooner after all these years of working for me," Harry reassured him with a smile. "Sometimes, situations get out of our control. Now, tell me the cost so we can get it resolved."

Thomas proceeded to share the detailed cost estimates he had prepared for the meeting, relieved that Harry hadn't reacted with anger and fired him.

As the day transitioned into evening, the sky grew darker and colder, and the first drops of rain began to fall from the gray heavens. Harry parked his car in front of the apartment building and scrolled through the menu of a restaurant he wanted to try, all the while eagerly anticipating a cozy evening in pajamas, cuddling with Y/N.

"Y/N? I'm home!" Harry called out as he entered the apartment. He noticed Mrs. Johnson, their housekeeper, looking weary and troubled. Concerned, he inquired, "What's going on?"

"I tried, Mr. Styles, but he was very persistent," Mrs. Johnson replied, her voice lowered. "He basically let himself in," she whispered, nodding toward the office.

Determined and already angered that someone had upset Mrs. Johnson, Harry made his way into the office, only to find his father and mother inside. His father stood by the window with his hands in his pockets, while his mother sat on the couch, elegantly dressed in Chanel, with her ankles crossed.

"Does no one in this family respect privacy?" Harry blurted out, startling both of his parents. "First Allison, and now both of you?"

"That's no way to talk to your parents, Harry," Mrs. Styles chided, setting down a cup of tea that Mrs. Johnson had prepared for her after some disagreement. "It's good to see you."

"Why are you here? Did Allison spill the beans already?" Harry questioned, his frustration evident as he hurriedly untied his tie.

"She might have mentioned that your girlfriend is pregnant," Mr. Styles replied, his gaze intense. "So?"

"It's just very surprising. Is this really what you want, Harry? To have another child? To add more responsibility to the already intense load you carry?" Harry was taken aback. He felt betrayed by his own mother, as he had always considered her an innocent angel caught in a challenging relationship. Suddenly, his father seemed to have influenced her. "Because I'm sure your father and I can do something to fix this situation."

In response, Harry silently made his way to the small bar in his office and began pouring himself a glass of whiskey on the rocks. He was beyond angry.

"You don't have to stay with her, son," Mr. Styles finally spoke, his words laden with implication.

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neoarchipelago · 2 years ago

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Are you still doing the Fantasy hcs? If not just ignore this

What would a dragon trainer au be like? Like how the military uses dogs, but dragons instead!

Maybe a dragon trainer reader, but Ghost is also a dragon trainer (definitely has a dragon named Riley 😉) so reader and ghost instantly click.. They exchange training tips and help each other with their dragons. But both havee social anxiety, so 141 has to try and get them to confess?

Scales and Feathers

I HAVE BEEN DYING TO WRITE THIS. DAMN.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ under the NSFW written in bright red, you really can't miss it.

You walked around, gear too heavy on your skin. Anxiety bit your flesh like a million fire ants. You weren't used to this. Sure, you were part of the military with Gaia, your beautiful white fluffy dragon, but nothing remotely close to a special task force. When captain price walked in on you training, his stunning leopard dragon behind him, Seraphim, as he called her, was much smaller than Gaia. Big enough for a rider like Price though.

You looked up at the sky, Gaia happily flying around, taking in the new base from the sky. You smiled, holding your hands behind your back. At the corner of your sight, a black spiky dragon joined the cloud tainted blue, flying close by. Your heartbeat quickened, watching them circling each other. He was large. Bigger than Gaia. Even from your spot on the ground you could see the bright red and gold eyes shining.

"Breathe. Riley won't hurt him."

You spun around at the sound, eyes falling into a masked face.

"Her.." you corrected in a small voice.

He crossed his arms, stepping to you.

"Sorry. Her." He corrected looking up as well.

You watched the big dark dragon flying right behind her, trying to nibble playfully at her fluffy feathered tail. Gaia seemed to react according to her character however, a bone shaking growl erupting from the sky, a warning. You shook your head.

"S.. sorry… she has her character… Gaia!" You apologized, calling your irritated, incredibly large, ball of fur, down.

Her wings rose up the dust of the ground as you stepped towards her. The black dragon followed to the ground, to his own trainer. Gaia stood behind you, eying the spikey Riley. She seemed to think that stepping behind you was enough to hide her, despite her big frame being almost 20 times too large.

Riley seemed interested as Gaia hissed from behind you.

"Gaia… don't be a brat… he just wants to be friends…" you scolded her in a soft tone.

She huffed a breath in your direction, making your hair fly. You chuckled at her temper.

"Riley isn't usually this friendly. I'm sorry. I'll keep him in check."

Your attention turned back to the man.

"Oh, it's ok. She has to learn to play nice. She'll get to know him eventually." You smiled at him, his imposing frame making you somehow shy. He nodded your way. A heavy silence settled in between the two of you, only broken moments later by Riley sending a huff of smoke towards Gaia in a teasing way. Gaia growled again.

"Riley.." the man called in a warning tone.

"I see you two are making friends already."

The both of you turned to Price and Seraphim. You smiled, tension rising again.

"Miss Y/N, this is Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley. He is part of squad 141. Simon, this is our new addition to the team. Y/N and Gaia." He introduced with one of his signature smiles. You turned to Ghost, smiling. He nodded your way. In the background, soft bickering of two dragons was constantly heard.

After a few weeks, things had started to calm down however. Gaia had somehow accepted Riley's constant teasing. Despite the fact that he was older and bigger than her, he seemed to be submissive to her when she deemed that enough was enough. Ghost seemed to eye the situation with curiosity, to everyone's opinion, it was uncharacteristic of Riley to behave like this. You understood the meaning of these words when you noticed the stance of the dragon when he had to deal with Soap or Gaz's one.

In the meantime, you used this brand new relationship in between the two big beasts to train them together. You were slightly frightened at first, the Lieutenant seemed to be a man of few words and with a grip of steel. He seemed to keep his eyes on you very often. However, it was still nice to be able to train with someone as experienced as him. Gaia herself seemed to enjoy his presence and you were happy about it. For as much as Riley also enjoyed your presence, Gaia didn't allow him much room to get near you.

Another training session came to an end, holding your water bottle in hand as you watched the two dragons roll over each other in a friendly fight. The ground shook softly as they battled. Ghost walked next to you as he also eyed the two fire breathers.

"Kids.." he mumbled.

You giggled a bit, the sound gaining his attention. You blushed under his gaze that you tried to hold for a few seconds. The tension was sizzling in between the both of you.

"I-"

"Thank-"

You smiled as you both interrupted each other. You looked away as he cleared his throat.

"Go on." He ordered. You smiled, god was he always so bossy.

"Thank you, for the training tips… It helps a lot." You said.

"Your training tips as well. Especially with a grumpy asshole like Riley." He mumbled.

You chuckled, taking an unconscious step closer to him.

"He's not mean!" You defended.

"Because he's acting like a kid when Gaia is around." He pointed out.

"Hm.. do you think he has a crush on her?" You asked, the question holding heavy meaning. He looked down at you, holding your gaze for a second.

"Maybe…" he answered in a low rumble.

The sound made the air get caught in your lungs. The feeling of his gloved hand against your tight pants, right up against your thigh was sending waves of electricity through you. A screech made you both snap your head towards the dragons.

You were instantly worried watching as Gaia hissed threateningly at Riley who stepped back, his head lowered. What made a wave of fear run through you was the way Gaia held her paw close to her body. You instantly ran to her, Ghost close behind. You inspected the paw, a little scratch with droplets of blood making your eyes widen. It was large, for a human. To Gaia, it was probably just a little scratch.

"RILEY!" You heard Ghost scold.

You took a glance back, inspecting Riley who looked angrily at Ghost, as he sat pouting. You noticed the little blood on one of his spikes. It wasn't intentional…

"Simon…"

His body seemed tense, hearing you call his name but he looked at you.

"It's ok, it's just a scratch, he didn't mean it. Look" you pointed towards one of the spikes.

He understood the situation.

"Riley. You have to be careful when you play." He scolded again.

You pet Gaia as she lowered her head to you.

"Now now… you're being a little baby.. you had much worse…" you teased.

She huffed another breath towards you, making your hair fly. You smiled at her.

"Come on… he didn't mean it you know it…" you whispered to her.

She groaned like an unruly teen before huffing again. However, she somehow decided that you were right as she raised her head, huffing a breath towards Riley, playfully. He cheered up, his tail wagging. Ghost saw it, feeling embarrassed for his dragon.

To your surprise, Riley took this little hint of forgiveness to walk back to her, nuzzling her head with his. You were shocked by the sudden display of affection, but mostly, by the way Gaia happily nuzzled back. You watch as Riley licked up the wound in an apologetic way as you stepped back towards Ghost, in total dismay.

Perhaps it was that display of affection, pure affection that made you both realize how badly you wanted to do the same for each other. How your hands wanted to hold each other. How you wanted to be in his arms. But you didn't look at each other, too scared to see unreciprocated feelings in each other's eyes.

Unfortunately for the both of you, Gaia and Riley's new affection made the both of you spend a lot of time together. Since then, Ghost had retracted, feeling him growing colder and colder. It made you sad. It broke you. You'd try to involve Gaz and Soap to your activities as much as possible, avoiding the aching silence and avoiding gazes.

Soap and Gaz had found it extremely funny to see that Gaia and Riley had decided to have their own little thing. Their own dragons were more careful around Gaia to avoid seeing Riley angry. The big white dragon however seemed to have a soothing effect on the scary black one. Somehow just like you had a soothing effect on Simon. It had grown obvious as the months passed, so the current situation was confusing to the both of them. Seeing how you two avoided each other yet sent hidden glances when the other was looking.

It was obvious. Incredibly obvious. Price himself found the situation frustrating. He himself wanted to simply yell at the two of you to simply kiss already. Therefore, it was time to do something about it. The plan was set, the two of you being separately asked to meet at the same place. You entered the small windowless room, looking around in the darkness. Confusion set in, Gaz had asked you to help him with a report in this precise room. The sound of the door made you turn around, relief washing over you before it was quickly erased by an anxious feeling.

You locked eyes with Simon as he had stepped into the room, looking as confused as you.

"What…?" He asked.

"Hum… Gaz asked me… to help him." You tried.

"Soap-" he didn't finish, groaning as he closed his eyes.

Before being able to say anything, the lock was heard. Your eyes widened, looking at Simon and the door repeatedly. He walked to it, trying the door handle who didn't budge.

"We're… locked in.." you tried. He nodded.

You bit your lip, looking around the room. It was an old storage room, old chairs and desks laying around. You sighed, walking to a desk, sitting on top of it.

You looked around again, trying to keep your attention on anything but the man standing, his arms crossed over his chest. You tried to look up, noticing his dark gaze on you. It sent a delightful shiver down your spine.

"Why… are you looking at me like that?" You asked.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

The question made you freeze. You felt a ping of anger.

"Avoiding you?" You repeated.

"Yes." He snapped.

"You've been hating my presence! How could I not?!" You snapped back. He seemed slightly taken aback.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"You've been barely talking to me, during training you don't say more than two orders and you can't even bear to look at me!" The tears rose to your eyes.

"Bear to look at you?! Fuck! I can't bear not looking at you!" He took a step closer. "I can't fucking take my eyes off of you. You've been, the only fucking thing on my mind…"

You looked up at him, eyes looking for an ounce of lies in his words but you couldn't find none.

"Why… were you so cold then?" You asked with a little confused frown.

"I… couldn't handle you not… wanting me too…" he answered honestly. You frowned again.

You closed in the space between the both of your hands holding his face in your hands, making him stare at you, wide eyed. You wanted to say something. Tell him it wasn't true that you desperately wanted him. But the words kept bubbling in your throat, refusing to come out. You noticed a tiny flinch from him, as he was ready to step back. And you panicked. If you couldn't say anything. You'd show him. You brought his face down, rising to your tippy toes to drop a soft kiss on his clothed lips.

Time froze. What a cheesy saying. Yet it felt exactly like that. When you separated, the feeling of the fabric on your lip was just as satisfying as it was frustrating. You looked away, embarrassed. His fingers met your chin, softly pushing up to make you look at him. His other hand pulled at his balaclava to bring it to his nose, revealing his mouth. You felt yourself completely melt as his lips finally met yours.

You leant on him, your hands on his chest. The feeling of his tongue playing with your lip sent a heat between your legs. A moan escapes your lips making you blush.

NSFW.

His hands traveled on your sides, featherlight touches on your hips and waist. You needed more. His touch on your skin.

"Darling… tell me to stop… and I will." He groaned against your neck.

"Don't you dare stop Simon…"

You felt the grin on his lips on the skin of your neck. He stepped forwards bringing you closer to a desk until your ass touched the edge. He grabbed your waist, pulling you up to sit you on it. You spread your thigh, allowing him to settle in between. His lips traveled, leaving kisses and bites on your neck until they found your lips once more. The more he kissed you, like he craved every inch of your body, the more you let him explore with the most relaxed moans you could mutter.

His hands found the hem of your shirt, snaking underneath to feel the skin, warm and full of goosebumps.

"Simon…" you breathed out.

He looked back at you, unsure of his next step, wondering if you wanted him to stop.

You saw the hesitation in his eyes, your own hands reaching for your shirt to remove it fully, allowing him to see your pretty black bra.

"Shit…" he hissed. He leaned down, teeth and lips at your collar bone, making you giggle and gasp. You felt him reach for his shirt as he separated just long enough to throw it over his head. You pulled back as he frowned. Your eyes traveled up and down his chest, your hands following the path they chased. Scars littered the beautiful skin, black faded ink bringing a tint more of danger to his stance. His muscles flexed under your touch, his breath quickening. His hand wrapped softly around your wrists.

"Baby… let me touch you please…" he groaned.

"Can't I touch you too?" You teased.

"Fuck… love you'll get to touch me whenever you fucking want… all of me. But please, right now let me make you mine." The last word was growled against your lips before he captured them into a hot kiss. You hummed against him, your legs wrapping around his waist to bring him closer. You could feel his hard length through his pants.

The way he slowly unclasped your bra, in a teasing way made you whine. His fingers felt cold, adrenaline rushing through him. Your nipples were hard from the excitement and freshness of them. He pinched and rolled them softly making you whimper and squirm. He let go of your lips in a little smirk, his eyes never leaving your as he lowered himself to lick one of your nipples. You sighed, biting your lip. He hummed against your skin fully taking it in his mouth.

You let your head fall back the feeling of him sucking and biting softly making you shiver and buck unto him.

"Simon… please…" you moaned. He chuckled.

"I know princess, I know… I'm impatient too."

The button of your pants was taken off, you raised your hips, helping him remove the annoying fabric, leaving you in panties when you kicked off your boots. Every little touch felt like too much yet not enough. The feeling of your hands resting against his chest made you ache for more, his grip on your flesh almost bruising now.

His hand met the soft fabric of your panties, much too soaked already. You hummed against his lips, two of his fingers rubbing softly through the black panties. You rolled your hips desperate for more. He chuckled as he pushed the fabric aside, his two fingers now rubbing your clit in soft slow circles. You moaned, kissing his neck and biting his pulse there. The groan it elicited from him made you want to hear more. He granted you a finger at your entrance, pushing past to give you more.

"Simon…" you whined.

He kissed your temple, adding a second finger as his thumb still caressed your soft clit. He used his fingers to pump in and out, stretching you. His fingers grazed the perfect spot that made your hips jolt forward.

"Found it." He grumbled against your ear.

His new little treasure at the tip of his fingers now his perfect little plaything. He curled and rubbed at that sensitive spot, chills and trembles overtaking your body. You wanted to return the favor, your hand cupping him through his pants. He grunted, hips bucking into your hands as you rubbed him. It only encouraged him in his torturous touch, the feeling of your orgasm creeping over you.

"S..Simon… I'm.." you tried.

"I know baby. Go on. Let me feel it." He whispered, his eyes planted on yours.

The wave of pleasure was deafening, your ears ringing as your mouth fell open in loud moans. You tried to keep eye contact but couldn't help letting your head fall back.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me." He praised.

His fingers left your aching cunt, bringing him to his lips so he could taste you. He groaned at the taste, licking greedily.

"Fuck… I'm going to get addicted to this.."

You tried to hop off the desk, wanting nothing more than to return the favor.

"Nu-uh. Where are you going little dove?" He asked.

"I want to return the favor…" you answered, licking your lips.

His shoulders flexed for a second.

"Not now. I told you. I want to make you mine. Today is about you. And my cock filling you up."

He had a keen sense of making you flustered with the things he said, right before capturing your lips like it was nothing. You rolled your hips against him, making him bite your lower lip softly. You giggled, feeling him separate. His hand on your stomach pushed you down on your back. You looked up at him as he lowered himself, teeth grazing and lips sucking at your inner thighs.

"Simon… Please stop teasing…" he didn't answer, continuing his attack on your plush skin. "Simon make me yours!" You whined, your patience running out.

He replied with a stronger bite, making you yelp before he stood again, towering you. The sight was divine, the man standing in between your legs, as his hands reached for his belt. The sound of it unbuckling made your heart jump, the promise of more only fueling the scorching warmth running though you. He lowered his pants, his boxer as well, his member finally free.

"Shit.." you mumbled.

"Thank you." He grinned.

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks. Big yes. Thick? Good lord… You couldn't look away as he pumped himself a few times, the glistening drops at his tip smearing. You licked your lips again, wondering how it would taste on your tongue. He saw it. That little hidden movement. He brought his tip closer to your clit rubbing up and down with it as his fingers found your hole, two fingers slipping in easily. He pumped them a few times, making you gasp and moan.

"Simon!" You whined again.

"I know. But got to prepare you. Don't want to hurt you…"

You felt your heart swell at his words. Strained voice as he tried to not give in to the pure need to be in you. When his fingers made their way out, coating his length with your sticky juices before bringing the tip at your entrance you almost felt like you'd moan right there. His thumb hovered over your clit ready to ease the tension.

"You alright baby?" He asked, making you look at him.

"Yes… please Simon…" you begged.

He smiled, bucking his hips slowly, the tip pushing through your entrance at the slowest pace. He took his time, slowly easing himself into your tight warmth as he teased your sensitive bud to help with the burning stretch. Bottoming out, he groaned, gritting his teeth.

"Fuck… so tight…" he hissed.

You felt so full, god it only made you feel completely owned by him. You rolled your hisp begging for him to move, but his hands reached for your hips, firmly keeping them down.

"Baby… let it adjust…" he tried.

You whined. He was on his last string of patience, holding back. You rolled your hips again and he pulled out before slamming back into earning something in between a yelp and moan from you.

" 'nough playing…" he warned.

He started at a steady pace, his hips thrusting into you deep as he held onto your thighs. The desk shook, noise mixing with the whimpers, moans and grunts. Cursed blessings spilling from lips out of divine pleasure. You held onto his forearms, nails softly scratching there.

The chanting of his name wasn't enough. Your eyes never left each other, feelings shared by iris and blown pupils, little frowns and twitches, mouth agape. Full trust in gazes that made it more than just pleasure. It was abandonment. Kneeling and serving each other as a pledge of something far more than just affection.

He pulled you closer to the edge of the desk, giving his thrust better access to you while he could lean down to bite and kiss your neck. Your arms around his back, hands and claws left pretty red fiery marks. You couldn't contain your voice anymore, if the boys were outside then damned my they be. After all, it was only the consequences of their actions, their little plan. And fuck were you glad of that little plan.

His bit down on a sensitive spots where your pulse vibrated, making your arch your back and your plush walls pulse around him. It brought you to the edge as he sucked little marks on your skin.

"S..imon…" you moaned.

He raised his head, forehead on your as he kept his pace, only changing angle to better hit your little spot. You were trembling your orgasm ready to wash over you. His own thrusts faltered, his groans louder. You kissed him, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. He only separated for a second to breathe. A little second where he growled against your lips, sending you into a blinding orgasm.

"Mine"

Ears ringing and cheeks tingling you let out the most pornographic moan you've ever heard echoing from your throat. It sent him over the edge, two powerful thrust making pulse and twitch as he filled your womb with his warm seed.

Both panting, you remained like this, holding each other.

"Simon…" you whined through heavy breaths.

"Yes baby?"

"Does… this mean…" you tried.

"That you're mine? That I'm yours? That I'm never leaving you out of my sight ever again? Absolutely."

You smiled against his lips, a little tired chuckle escaping past yours. Your phones vibrated, a little sound that brought you both back to reality. He grinned, dropping a kiss to your lips before straightening himself and slowly pulling out. You gasped as he groaned, his fingers immediately reaching to push back his cum inside making you blush. He grabbed his phone checking the messages while bringing your leg to his shoulder so he could drop kisses on it.

"Price is reminding us that it's training time and that we're late…" he chuckled.

"Oh!" You remembered.

He smirked.

"Come on love let's go then."

"B..but! Simon! I'm…" you blushed again.

"Full of my cum?" He teased. "Guess you'll have to handle it until training is over" he winked with a devilish grin.

Damn that man.

During the training session, Gaia could feel and probably smell it. She kept nudging your stomach, making you incredibly embarrassed in front of the team, while Riley looked proudly at his trainer as if he was congratulating him. He was probably seeing it as if Simon had claimed you and bred you which only made you blush even more. Simon was gloating over himself in a silent proud stance as you tried your best to ignore the wetness in between your thighs.

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NEWS BETWEEN SISTERS

Lewis Hamilton X fem!reader

Summary: When George and Carmen arrange a dinner to give the good news to their in-laws, but Y/n also had good news to give to her sister.

Words: 1.9K+

Warnings: Y/n and Carmen are blood sisters, Lewis in the Mercedes still (I don't know, there won't be any specifics), mention of marriage, mention of pregnancy and everything is very happy and cute.

Author: English is not my first language, I apologize if there are mistakes throughout the story. And you can always request stories, just go to my ask box in the bio. ❤️🇧🇷

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George and Carmen had invited the Hamilton couple to dinner at their house in Monaco. This was not uncommon, as Y/n was Carmen's sister, they always set aside time in their schedule for 'Family' dinners.

Today, therefore, Carmen had separated some news and a more than special invitation for Lewis and Y/n.

What they didn't expect was that Lewis and Y/n also had news and an invitation to give them.

When they arrive at the apartment complex, Lewis drives up to the block where the couple lived, always keeping a hand on Y/n's thigh - a way of saying he was there with her.

"Did you pick up the little box on the table that I left?" Y/n asks, as soon as Hamilton parks the car.

He smiles, taking off his belt: "Sure, it's back here in the bag" She smiles and then sees her husband get out of the car and open her door.

"Thank you," Y/n says, quickly kissing her husband's lips.

He smiles and opens the back door to get the wine and some appetizers that they had voluntarily brought for dinner, and the box that Y/n asked to take.

"Are you okay?" Lewis asks, putting his arm around his wife's waist as they wait for the building's elevator.

The doorman was already informed that they would be there for Carmen, which made the Hamilton couple just say a kind good night to the man at the reception and go up normally.

"Yeah, I'm better than I was this morning," Y/n says, stepping into the elevator first.

"Very good!" Hamilton presses the elevator button for his brother-in-law friend and smiles at his wife.

They engaged in small talk as they made their way up to the couple's apartment. Leaving there, Lewis pressed the doorbell, and they heard someone walking quickly to answer it.

"It's Carmen, George is never this excited to open the door" Y/n says, and seconds later her little sister appears. "I spoke!!" Y/n points with her finger and Lewis laughs softly.

"They're here!" Carmen says happily, pulling her not-so-older older sister into a hug. "GEORGE, DEAR. THEY'RE HERE!" She says a little louder, making room for Lewis and Y/n to enter.

Hamilton greets his sister-in-law, while saying that they brought some good wine from Italy to share with them.

The apartment had a modern decor, with Carmen's personal touches scattered throughout: an elegant blanket thrown on the sofa, framed travel photographs on the wall and a citrus-scented candle lit on the coffee table.

Something that exuded to Carmen, well, Lewis knew how organized and decorated George was. They spent a lot of time together at the races and he knows how disorganized Russel can be just with his driver's room.

"Great!" Carmen smiles excitedly and takes the bottle. "I'll leave it cold for later" she walks to the kitchen.

"We brought some cheese too." Y/n takes the tray of cold cuts to the kitchen, where her sister was.

With that, Lewis spots George coming down the stairs. He waves to his brother-in-law with a quick hug and they get into a conversation about Formula 1 as they head to the kitchen after the women.

"George and I were trying to finish this bottle of champagne. Want to help us?" Carmen asks amusedly, holding up the bottle with half of the liquid still in it.

Lewis enters the kitchen hall with Russel and Y/n sits on a stool, near the island.

"I accept." Lewis smiles gently, turning back to speak to the man.

"Y/n?" Carmen lifts a glass from the cabinet and her older sister shakes her head.

"No, thank you," Y/n says gently and Carmen frowns a little.

"Oh, don't tell me you're on that crazy diet again?" She crosses her arms over her chest, looking at her sister with her head tilted.

Y/n smiles and wrinkles her nose, "More or less" she shakes her head.

Carmen laughs, shaking her head. "I never understand your diet. It's a can and can't of foods. I get dizzy just thinking about it." She pours the liquid into the glass and serves Lewis, he smiles in thanks.

"Strange, Y/n never refuses an alcoholic drink" George says, holding Carmen's waist to cross the other side of the kitchen.

Lewis just smiles as he takes a sip of champagne and Y/n shrugs.

"Do what the nutritionist said, it's agreed" Y/n says and they smile.

While Carmen was unpacking the cheeses and George was saying something about his Formula 1 car and getting something from the cupboard, Y/n threw a quick look at Lewis, who just smiled and shook his head as if to say: It's not time yet. .

The pilot had brought the little box, but he hid it discreetly near the door, so that no one would ask what it was before the time.

"I hope George cooked something better than that roast he burned last time at Carmen and Y/n's mom's house," Lewis jokes, walking to stand behind Y/n and lightly squeeze her waist as she giggles.

Carmen laughs at the memory.

"I'm sorry to tell you, but a few minutes ago I put a lasagna I made myself in the oven." George puts the dish towel on his shoulder and puts his hand on his waist.

The three laugh at the scene.

"I'm glad you brought the cheese, anyway we'll spend the night alone with them..." Carmen leans on the counter and whispers to the couple. They laugh.

George just rolls his eyes smiling.

Carmen chatted happily as she chopped some vegetables to add to the salad. The Mundt sisters weren't very outgoing, but when they were in their own little worlds, they liked to talk more.

"G told me that from that day on, he wouldn't go there anymore because of the shame he went through" Carmen laughed, as she talked about the shame George went through when they went to visit Carmen's parents the last time.

Y/n leans in a little, while laughing and Lewis looks at his brother-in-law with amusement and laughs.

"Gee, George," Lewis opens his arms and Russel just shrugs and stands up to look at his lasagna.

Y/n laughs some more, while drinking the orange juice that her younger sister served.

"So Y/n, you're very happy today. Did something happen?" Carmen crosses her arms and looks at her sister smiling.

Y/n puts the glass on the counter and smiles, while Lewis lightly squeezes his wife's waist.

"Nothing. I'm just happy to see my sister." She tilts her head and Carmen rolls her eyes with a laugh, going back to making the salad. "What about you? You're more chatty than usual."

Carmen smiles, "Happy to see my big sister," she replies as Y/n, making her laugh.

"Hey, the lasagna is ready." George takes the food out of the oven.

Carmen claps her hands happily.

"Come on guys, the table is ready" Carmen holds her sister's shoulders as she gets up and everyone goes to the living room.

"Lewis, just for the record, if my lasagna is perfect, I expect a public compliment from you at the next race I win." George said, pointing at his brother-in-law. And placing the lasagna on the table.

The girls giggled as Lewis pulled out a chair for his wife to sit in.

"No problem, as long as you promise never to cook that roast again," Hamilton replied, drawing laughter from everyone.

Dinner was already over, Y/n placed her fork on her plate and discreetly wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"Hey George, you outdid yourself on that one, huh. I admit the lasagna was good" She confesses and Lewis agrees beside her.

"And they still underestimated my cooking," George says, making them laugh. "I told you it was a work of art!"

Carmen rolls her eyes laughing. "Don't exaggerate, G. We still have to survive the next one."

"Don't curse my cooking!" George throws the napkin at his girlfriend.

Carmen laughs as the cloth hits her face.

George stood up and began to collect the dishes, everyone followed the pilot's example, taking the dishes to the sink.

Lewis and George took the opportunity to discreetly place their boxes under their respective chairs. When everyone returned to the table, the Mundt sisters resumed their conversation, laughing and sharing stories.

Carmen exchanged glances with George, smiling. "Actually, we have something important to tell you," she began.

George added, "And we want you to be a part of it." He reached for the box under his chair.

Lewis and Y/n looked at each other strangely, but smiled, as they picked up the black box. Upon opening it, they noticed two beautiful glasses and a sophisticated wine, with a handmade letter next to it.

Y/n unfolded the paper, and her eyes began to shine as she read. Lewis tilted his head to read along and smiled broadly.

"Are you guys getting married?" Y/n asked with teary eyes, while Carmen and George nodded smiling.

"Yes, and we want you as our godparents!" Carmen confirmed excitedly.

Before the two could respond, Y/n started crying with the letter in her hand - probably written by Carmen. Which took everyone by surprise, except Lewis, who looked at her with an understanding smile.

Hamilton ran his hand down his wife's back as she sobbed.

Carmen looks worriedly at her older sister and George looks at his fiancée, not knowing what to do.

"Hey, honey. What's up?" Carmen holds her sister's hand, who was on the table, while quickly looking at Lewis, looking for answers.

"It was just supposed to make you guys happy, not emotional like this!" George joked, confused.

Between sobs, Y/n tried to speak, "It's just... I also... I also have something to tell you."

Lewis picks up the box he had and hands it to Carmen and George with a wide smile. The couple in front of them share a curious look and open the box, their eyes widening in surprise.

Inside was a small baby shoe, an ultrasound scan, and a note that read, "Will you be our baby's godparents?"

The air seemed to disappear from the room for a moment, until Carmen screamed, "Oh my God! You're having a baby?!" She stood up and ran to hug her older sister. "Oh my God, yes, we do!"

George was looking at the shoes in the box, while Carmen had the photo of Y/n's first ultrasound in her hands, clearly it was just a blur, but the doctor had circled where the baby would be, so they could get their bearings.

Y/n gets up and hugs her sister, while they both cried with happiness at the news. Lewis and George laugh and also stand up to congratulate each other.

"A baby Hamilton, huh. Congrats, man!" Russel hugs his brother-in-law and pats him on the back.

"A wedding, huh," Lewis says, laughing. "Congratulations, you deserve it, best wishes." The older man holds George's shoulders and smiles.

George hugs Carmen's sister too, congratulating her on the baby on the way.

"So, we accept being the baby's godparents. But we need a fair exchange, we want you as the wedding godparents!" Russel says, making them laugh.

"Sure!! No need to ask twice" Y/n smiles, wiping her eyes.

Carmen pulled her sister into another hug while George poured another glass of wine to celebrate, looking at Lewis. "And you know what that means, right? More dinners with my legendary lasagna."

They laugh.

"Okay, that's fair!" Lewis jokes.

Laughter echoed around the room as the four toasted the new phases of the family, intertwining their lives and celebrating even stronger bonds.

Author: I think Carmen must be a lovely person. I would spend hours talking to her.

#fanfiction #y/n #romance #lovers #marriage #imagines #one shot #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton imagine #formula 1 #formula one #drive #george russell

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gadriezmannsgirl · 2 years ago

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Clash of Cultures -P.G

We can think of this one as Sister's Best Friend part II where we can see the insides of Gavi and Vnzlan!Reader relationship and his reactions to some stuffs. Warnings: Swear words and lots of Venezuelan slangs/acts/sayings and more

Summary: When Gavi's culture clashes with yours.

The first Clash of Cultures in your relationship with Gavi was your way of speaking, but it was also one of the facts that drove him into you, besides your beauty, of course.

Your unique way of expressing yourself had him at your feet, even if about a 90% of the words you were saying were in your slang. Something like "Coño", "Webon", "Pana", "Alebrestao'", "Guáramo", "Beta", "Bicho", "Vaina", "Bochinche", "Chamo", "Curucutear", "Vacié", "Naguará", "Depinga", "'Toy pinta' en la pared", and a few others had him crazy and definitely looking in Google for their meaning.

And definitely the fact that you guys don't point out with your hand but rather with your lip, always had him guessing what you meant to

"Bring me that" You pucker your lips "...thing, please amor"

"Bring you what?"

"That thing" You did it again

"What thing?"

"That thing, Pablo! The vaina that's next to the bicho ese!"

"What?"

Your meeting with Gavi was pretty normal, you had met through Aurora, his sister and your best friend, your beauty instantly had him hooked and thankfully you liked him back enough to agree on a date with him. That date turned into two, three, four and eventually you became girlfriend and boyfriend.

Still, six months in and he was still left amazed by your Latina facts, doings and sayings

"Mira, mira" You had said one time "Cachicamo diciéndole a Morrocoy conchuo"

"Wait, what?" He stopped what he was doing with the biggest frown on his face making you laugh out loud "What the hell is a Cachicamo?"

He loved it tho.

Your way of being and seeing things was the second Clash of Cultures on your relationship. You look for jokes and double meaning in everything because, Venezuelan's are happy; it's in the loudness of your screams when you are happy; you don't take too seriously when someone takes your mother out because you know when people are joking around since you say that way too much to know it. You guys see the bright side of everything when it's all dark and that's something Gavi also loved from you.

Seeing as he often was the pesimist and you the optimist, he never really got too much to see you worked up or angry. So he always got surprised to see you angry and that mostly happened whenever you were driving.

"Amor-" You cut him off

"I won't even stress" You said shaking your head feeling Gavi's hand on your thigh "I'm driving like I know how to, nothing and no one can make me go ma-...¡maguevo, hijo de tú grandísima madre, cabrón!" You said honking on and on "¡Luego dicen es que nosotras las mujeres no sabemos como conducir, nojoda! ¡Viejo estúpido!" (Then you guys say it's us women who don't know how to drive, fuck! Stupid man!) You exclaimed without taking a breath

"Bebé" Gavi tried to calm you down

"Don't you see I had the green one? If I didn't stepped onto the brakes we would probably be dead! He was going like 120m/h!"

He knew better to stop and try to argue with you so he left you be and rant agreeing with you. In deed you were right.

The third Clash was definitely dancing, the thing is simple... Venezuelan's dance a lot and you guys have a lot of parties to know Salsa, Bachata, Champeta, Joropo, Tambor, Merengue, Samba and everything else to have a good time and never stop dancing; Gavi barely knew Reggaeton.

"Venga mi amor" You said lips on top of his kissing them repeatedly

"I don't know how to dance Bachata"

"That's why I am here, I'll teach you and we'll dance together!" You exclaimed happily "You don't know how sexy it is to dance Bachata with your partner"

"We can do sexy things without even having to dance!" You gave him a look

"I wanna dance, I wanna dance with you and I can't exactly dance that alone... Unless you like me being chest to chest with another man"

"Yeah, not happening" He instantly got up "How's this thing going?"

You always got him with that one

The fourth one was pretty funny, Venezuelan's take seriously holidays, you make hallacas, pernil, you dance, share the time with your family, exchange gifts, eat the twelve grapes asking for a wish each month (even tho you sometimes back in Venezuela had to do two months in one grape or something like that for the amount of personas you had at home) but the thing that stood out the most is that you guys get dressed up meanwhile, as for example, Spaniards don't.

"What are you doing dressed up like that?!" You ask Gavi surprised when he entered the bathroom with a black tee, black pants and white sneakers as yo were doing your makeup

"What are you doing dressing up like that?" He asked back

"I asked first" You replied

"This is how we always dress"

"¡Mentira!" You exclaimed laughing "¿Enserio?" He nods

"Why?"

"We do dress up a bit to welcome the new year and baby Jesus birth" You explain while laughing

"Y/N, why didn't you told me that? Our parents will be here any minute!"

"Can you let Aurora and your parents know that too?!"

"¡AMOR!"

And let's not talk about the fact your parents brought their suitcases for when the twelve chimes went in indicating the new year and started going all around your house and neighborhood walking around with them, he went all in crazy, asking you every minute "Why did they do that?"

The fifth one was your guys way of singing birthday, it was your mom's birthday and all of you got ready to sing, he looked confused at you when the song started with an: Ay, que noche tan preciosa... The addings to it like "y ruego a Dios porque pases un cumpleaños feliz, (con los pañales que te di)" confused him a lot and basically he just stood there clapping mentally making a note to learn the Venezuelan birthday song

"What's wrong?" You asked him hugging him

"We don't sing Happy Birthday like that"

"Yes, well... We like to improve some stuffs"

The sixth was the celebration of Santos and Images. This one wasn't really out of place since they also do it but he had never saw one bigger than that one and so colorful.

For example, La Divina Pastora, he has barely woken up when he heard you yell at the top of your lungs making him go out running off the bed and make his way to you: "MY GOSH SHE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL, I'M CRYING MY EYES OUT, MOM!" He thought something bad had happened, but when he saw you sat at the Kitchen counter laptop on with your family on facetime and your phone proped up with a live transmition of said ceremoy, he felt his soul come back to his body

"Don't do it again, please" He asked hand on his heart sitting next to you after waving at your family "Who's she and what it's about?"

Your heart melted at that, explaining to him who she was and why was she important; Pablo nodded telling you he quickly had to shower, when he came back he was wearing a Divina Pastora shirt.

Let's just say your mom had to stop you from eating your boyfriend with kisses

The seventh and last one for now, isn't that kind of clashy, it's rather a learning thing for Pablo, it was your myths and legends and food. He found himself being incredibly attracted to the stories that were mostly born on Los Llanos.

And as for the food, you had that sazón, those ideas, you were never afraid to combine pasta with fried plátanos and shredded chicken.

He loved his food but he fell in love with yours too.

He never dared to say no to some arepas, in fact he always asked for one more, the black beans you always did with fried pork was the best he ever eaten, the pabellón your mom does had him on his knees. And the desserts...? He would happily break his diet if he gets to eat for himself a whole Quesillo while eating a whole litro of Chicha de Auyama.

Now, it was your turn to be surprised when you saw and heard him picking up on some habits of yours, you didn't believe it, the guys told you he did it at trainings but you never saw it until now.

"Amor, ¿me pasas aquella vaina?" (Love, could you pass me that thing?) He said without looking up making you smile

"The what?"

"La vaina that is next to the bicho aquel" (The thing that's next to that stuff) He pointed with his lips before coming back to his work of knead arepas "Please" You laughed hard

You loved the fact he took his time to learn your culture, it meant a lot to you, just like it meant a lot to him you learning his.

"Now you're talking in Venezuelan slang? What's next? Wanting to sleep in a chinchorro?" (Hammock?) You ask in disbelief

"Well, you never know, me puedo echar mi camarón ahí" (I can take my nap there) You laughed hard once more, he washed his hands forgetting about the arepas, pulling you into him "What? I gotta keep up with my girl"

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