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tpwk-formula1 · 3 months ago

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hi! I saw your menu was back and had to request something.

I'd like to be served by Lando Norris and Max Fewtrell.

to start with I'd like to order a sicilian crust pizza with red sauce.

for toppings I'll have: salami, garlic, roasted asparagus, cherry tomatoes, turkey meatballs and basil

to drink I'll have: sweet tea, boba (but I'm thinking more like double penetration if you're okay with that), vodka redbull and sprite

also, yes to dessert

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

AN - Finally! I am so sorry this took me far longer than I wanted but I kid you not I have deleted and rewrote this request at least 2 times but I'm finally content with it! I hope you love and enjoy the fic!

TW - Threesome, squirting, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, MDNI 18+

WC - 1.5K

sicilian crust dating red sauce rough sex salami "You’re gonna get an attitude adjustment if you keep being a brat” garlic "I know you love it when I fill that pretty pussy with my cum" roasted asparagus "Stop trying to get away. Just be a good girl and take it" cherry tomatoes "Gonna regret it tomorrow when you can’t sit right" turkey meatballs “Stop crying, I’m far from done” basil "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" sweet tea dumbification boba anal (DP) vodka redbull squirting sprite size kink dessert yes served by Max Fewtrell and Lando Norris

Y/N POV

"Gonna regret it tomorrow when you can’t sit right" I hear my boyfriend of a year hiss in my ear.

"Max what?" I snap looking at him slightly confused.

"Why is it that every time you disappear and I find you, you're with Verstappen," he whispers back not really answering my question but giving me enough to make me laugh slightly.

"Oh you think this is funny?" Max questions while still pulling me through the busy club back to where Lando was seated with my drink.

"No Max, I think you leaving me alone for several hours and still being jealous because I was hanging out with the only other person I knew. Where the fuck did you two go? Left me alone looking stupid and for what? A quick fuck without me," I seethe back annoyed that he was the one mad.

"I'm not jealous. I'm pissed that I couldn't find my girlfriend when I went to the bathroom for no more than 10 minutes," Max snaps back making me roll my eyes slightly.

I climb into the booth and grabbing the bottle of tequila out of the ice bin and pouring myself and shot and quickly taking it without a second thought.

"Did you not fuck him good enough? Like damn why is he so fucking pissy," I say clearly letting the alcohol do some of the talking for me.

"Really? Don't turn your differences with each other onto me," Lando tells me before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lips.

"He's just stressed about the WDC which is weird since he's not the one racing," Lando tells me softly while we watch Max come near us and sit down next to me.

"I'm mad at you," I tell him making him shake his head.

"You'll get over it when I fuck the attitude out of you. I heard the little comment you made to Lando," Max whisper in my ear making me shiver slightly.

"Piss off, Max. I'm so tired of your weird bullshit possessiveness when it comes to Verstappen," I tell him back which quickly has Max wrapping his hand around my neck choking me slightly.

"You really are gonna get an attitude adjustment if you keep being a brat," Max tells me. Before leaning down and smashing his lips on mine clearly still frustrated. I kiss him back before I start feeling Lando and his wandering hands.

"We're in public," I whisper softly which has Lando groaning and standing up before pulling both Max and I up.

"Watching you two fight turns me on," Lando admits as we weave our way out of the club and quickly finding a cab to take up back to our apartment.

When we get back to our place Max makes quick work of stripping Lando and I out of our clothes before pushing me onto the bed so I'm positioned on my hands and knees. Once I arch my back I feel Max land a harsh spank right on my left ass cheek.

"Fuck," I whimper when I feel another on land on my ass. Suddenly I see Lando come onto the bed and sit down right in front of me. I instantly reach for his cock and pull it into my mouth.

"Fuck," Lando groans when my tongue starts swirling around his sensitive tip before I sink my mouth down taking all of Lando's cock into my mouth.

I feel Lando's hands tangle into my hair and start helping me bob my head up and down his cock while I can hear Max undressing himself before I feel the tip of his cock teasing my clit making me whimper around Lando's cock.

Once Max starts pushing in I moan loudly which is easily muffled due to my mouth being stuffed. When I feel Max bottom out in my pussy I pull my mouth off Lando's cock and let out a loud moan.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," Max groans making me clench slightly from his words only making Max fuck me faster.

Lando pushes me back down on his cock making me gag almost instantly with how rough he is fucking into my mouth. I can feel the tears starting to streak down my cheeks.

“Stop crying, I’m far from done,” Lando groans while fucking into my face a bit harder. With Max still fucking into my soaked pussy I can feel him hitting my G-spot over and over again making my orgasm start to build.

"I'm close," I whimper out pulling off of Lando's cock for a split second before he pushes me back down and Max starts fucking me harder.

When I feel my orgasm hit I pull off of Lando's cock with a shout while I feel myself start squirting all over the bed.

"Fuck, you have the prettiest pussy when you cum," Max groans while he pulls out and pushes me towards Lando to climb into his lap.

Once I'm close enough to Lando he pulls me to him and instantly sinks me down on his cock while I hear Max grabbing something out of the night stand.

"He's gonna fuck your ass," Lando groans into my ear making me clench around Lando.

"Fuck," I whisper when I feel a drop of cold lube hit my puckered ass.

When I feel Max sink in a couple fingers I throw my head back moaning which has Max using his free hand to choke me while he continues to fuck my ass with his fingers.

When Max feels like he's stretched my ass enough he releases my throat and I lean down and pull Lando in for a kiss while he continues to buck up into my pussy.

When I feel Max lining up his cock with my ass I instinctively clench before doing my best to relax.

"Oh God," I cry out when Max starts slowly pushing into my ass filling me up in ways I have never been filled.

"Fuck, shit, so tight," Max grits out through clenched teeth once he's fully seated in my ass.

Lando and Max both start rocking their hips successfully fucking into me making me whimper.

"Fuck," I cry out feeling another orgasm start to build up deep in the pit of my stomach.

Lando starts thrusting up, deep into my pussy at a fast a brutal pace bringing me towards my orgasm far faster than the one previously.

"Fuck, cum for us pretty girl," Lando groans out before sneaking a hand between our bodies and rubbing my clit.

"Oh God," I cry out while cum oncee again. Neither one of the boys slow down helping me ride out my orgasm as well as successfully overstimulating me making me try to crawl my body away.

I move myself up a few inches before Max roughly grabs my hips from behind and pulls me back into him and Lando filling me up once again.

"Stop trying to get away. Just be a good girl and take it," Max groans out through gritted teeth making me whimper clearly getting lost in the pleasure.

"Too much," I somehow whimper out but instead of slowing down both of the boys speed up their actions making me whimper and moan loudly not being able to form any words.

"Look, she's so fucked out," Lando says while smirking only making me whimper more feeling another orgasm building up.

"Fuck, she's so desperate she's gonna cum again. We're gonna fill your tight little hole up," Max groans from behind me making me whimper and nod my head.

"I know you love it when we fill those pretty holes up with our cum," Lando groans while speeding up his trusting slightly before he sends one final rough thrust deep into my pussy before unleashing a massive cumshot deep into my pussy making a me whimper.

With Lando no longer roughly fucking into my pussy Max starts fucking into my ass harder throwing me over the edge.

"Oh fuck," I cry out while pulling off Lando's cock slightly while squirting my pleasure all over him.

"Fuck, I love when you squirt," Lando groans while throwing his head back.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," Max groans while sending one final thrust deep into my ass and unleashing a rope after rope of cum in my ass.

When Max finally comes down from his orgasm he slowly pulls out of my ass before sitting back and watching my hole leak their cum.

"I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty holes," Max groans before slowly getting out of bed and placing a soft kiss on both mine and Lando's forehead before going into the connected bathroom and grabbing a warm towel.

He quickly wipes me down and lightly wipes Lando down before climbing into bed and pulling me off Lando's chest and onto his.

"I'll work on not being so jealous," Max mumbles making me laugh slightly.

"If you fuck me like that every time I talk to Verstappen I might start getting a Red bull pass," I joke which makes Max pinch my side as a warning.

"I rather like you in my garage," Lando says while turning on his side and pulling my back into his chest so I'm still slightly laying on Max's side but I'm still spooning with Lando as well. It doesn't take any of us very long to fall asleep wrapped in each others arms.

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witherby · 1 month ago

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Blood and Teeth

Jason Todd x Reader

You just wanted to get home before dark.

⚠️ Content warning: stalking, attempted mugging, gunshots, non-consensual feeding ⚠️

God, you'd been doing so well.

The job you work is daylight shift, you're always polite and cordial, you mind your own business, and, most importantly, you don't take anybody else's bullshit.

You go to work, you do your tasks, then you go home. You're always in before the sun sets, and if you aren't, you're cozying into the closest hotel you can find and parking your ass there for the night. Then it's rinse and repeat. Little to no deviation from the routine. It's fine.

You don't look for trouble, is the point.

But it sure did find you.

"No! Nonono — WAIT, STOP! WAIT!"

You sprint as fast as your legs will take you, but it's no use. The bus pulls away from the stop and keeps on going, ten minutes earlier than it should've, and leaves you behind. You groan and resist the urge to throw your bag to the ground.

"God dammit." The next one wouldn't be around for at least an hour and a half, and it would be long dark by then. You didn't have the cash on hand for a cab all the way to downtown Gotham, either. You pull your phone out and check how far the closest hotel is, but that's also downtown.

As far as options go, you can either call your brother and ask him to come get you, or walk as fast as your legs will take you and hope you make it back home unscathed.

You start walking.

"It's fine," you tell yourself, white-knuckling the strap of your messenger bag. "You've made it home after dark before and been completely fine. Nothing's going to happen to you. Everything is great. You could use the exercise, actually. A little leg work does a body good, and you spend most of your time sitting at a desk. Yeah. Yeah! It's like walking on the treadmill..."

The small pep talk helps. Taking large strides, you estimate that you'll make it back home in 45 minutes. That's fine! It's all fine!

Except it isn't fine, because twenty minutes in, you become acutely aware of someone following you about half a block back. You test that by crossing streets at odd places and walking around the perimeter of a liquor store, and he remains on the edge of your periphery the whole time. It's absolutely not fine.

You pull your phone out and dial 9-1-1, picking up the pace. Your heart feels like it's leapt into your throat and you hope against hope he changes his mind and fucks off somewhere else.

"Gotham City Police. Where is the address of the emergency?"

"Uh...I'm currently off the intersection of Cherry and Roman," you explain, looking at the street sign, and give the dispatcher your name. "I'm walking South along Cherry. There's a man following me, about...uh, sixty feet back? I think I'm gonna get jumped, and I missed my bus, and I just wanna get home before dark —"

"Okay, alright," the dispatcher says, voice gentle. "It'll be okay. I've alerted units in your area to come by. The closest one is five minutes out. Stay on the line with me."

"Okay," you mutter. "Thank you. I'm just really scared."

"It'll be okay," the dispatcher repeats. "What does the man look like? Are you able to describe him safely?"

"He's kind of short," you explain. "He's got jeans on and a black coat. I think he's blonde, but I don't wanna look behind me and piss him off..."

"That's fine. You're doing great. They're four minutes out. Just keep walking and talking to me."

"Okay. I'm crossing the street now, still on Cherry... There's a book store that's closed on my right. It's called...um..." You squint. You're not quite close enough to see the sign yet, and before you get the chance to better read the lettering, a hand clasps around your arm and yanks you backwards. You scream, cellphone dropping to the sidewalk, and the man is trying to drag you into an alleyway.

"No!" You cry, beating a fist against his chest. "Stop!! GET OFF ME!"

"Shut the fuck up!" The man snarls. You yank a taser out of your tote bag and press it against his side, shocking him. He shouts in pain and spasms, letting go. You stumble back, scoop up your phone, and take off in a sprint. "Get back here!!"

"Hello!?" You yell into the receiver. "He's chasing me! I'm running but he's chasing me! I need help right now, please!!"

"A unit is two minutes out," the dispatcher replies, sounding tense. "Do you have any means of defending yourself? A weapon? Pepper spray?"

"My taser didn't do shit! I don't have anything else!"

"Keep running. They're hurrying as fast as they can, I promise."

"I'm running! I'm going!!"

You pump your legs as fast as they can possibly carry you, then push them to go even faster than that. You're gasping noisily for breath and there's a stitch developing in your side. Your heart feels like it's going to burst from your chest. But you can't stop, because you can hear him running after you, and if you stop you'll most certainly die.

"Please!" You wheeze into the phone. "I can't — please!"

The sound of sirens reaches your ears and you feel almost weep with relief. You start shouting that you're here, you're right here, hurry the fuck up and get here, but you're grabbed again right as the patrol car rounds the corner.

The stalker hooks an arm around your throat and yanks you to his chest. He presses a gun to your temple and you freeze, ice crawling up and down your spine.

"Drop the weapon!" A cop shouts. Two of them hop out of the vehicle and aim their own guns at the two of you. "Put the gun down and step away from them right now!"

"This doesn't have to go down with anybody getting hurt tonight!" The second officer yells. "Surrender peacefully!"

"Fuck your peace!!" The man that has you screams. The hand holding the gun is shaking as badly as you are, and you hope and pray his finger isn't twitching against that trigger. "Back up or I blow their brains all over the street!"

"Don't!" You choke out. "Don't do that! Please don't do that, I'm just trying to go home please don't —"

"SHUT UP!" He snaps. "EVERYBODY SHUT UP OR I SWEAR I'M GONNA —"

Two gunshots sound. You flinch hard, hands flying up to your head to feel for any bullet wounds, but there's nothing there. The responding officers are sheet-white, looking at you like they've seen a ghost.

No, not at you. Past you.

You don't wanna look. You've lived this long not having to see a dead body and don't intend on breaking that streak. Maybe they hadn't intended to shoot to kill? Is that why they seem to scared? But — no, that doesn't make sense. Because if they shot him, the body is on the ground. Their eyes should be on the ground. Not up as high as they currently are.

They're looking at something else.

"Aw, what's the matter?" Chimes a voice behind you, and you turn just as pale as them.

You don't dare turn around. You don't move. You don't breathe. The exact reason why you're so diligent about getting home before sundown every night is standing about two feet behind you, and you suddenly feel like your odds of survival were better with the stalker.

"Why don't you two go on back to the precinct? I've got it from here."

The police continue to stare behind you for several, long moments. They share a look between each other. They look at you. They step towards their car.

You feel your heart drop to your stomach. Cold sweat forms on the back of your neck and your eyes start to water.

"Don't go," you stammer, shaking your head. "Don't. Don't leave me here. Please don't go —"

"Shhhh..." What feels like a block of ice lands heavily on your shoulder and squeezes tight. So painfully tight. You can't breathe. "Don't listen to 'im. Go on, boys. Get."

The first officer climbs back into the car. The second one hesitates just a moment longer.

"I don't like repeating myself. Go, before I run out of fucking patience."

The second cop disappears back into the car, shutting off the lights, and drives away.

You feel like you're going to throw up. There's nothing protecting you anymore. No one around. Just your ragged breathing to fill the silence and the Red Hood practically pressed against your back.

"You know what's coming next."

The voice is low and distorted by a modulator in the helmet. Every word makes your heart race faster and your vision gets spotty at the edges.

"Hey, hey, hey...easy," he teases, the icey hand on your shoulder moving to cup your jaw. Pressure starts to be applied, urging you to tip your head back and expose your throat to the open air. You sob.

"M'just try-trying t'go ho-home."

"Yeah?" The Red Hood coos. You swear it sounds like he's grinning under that fucking helmet.

"I just wanna go home," you repeat, nearly whispering.

"Heard ya the first time. Quiet, now."

He tips your head back until it won't go any further. Through tears, you blink up at a blood-red helmet, reflecting your terror back at you. The hand at your jaw moves up and covers your eyes, eliminating even the small solace of the street lamps and leaving you in total darkness.

"You don't move. You don't run. You don't pull away from me. You keep these pretty eyes shut nice and tight. Do all that and maybe. Maybe. I let you go home. Say yes if you understand."

Your bottom lip wobbles, teeth practically chattering.

"Y-yes," you whisper.

"Good."

You hear the click of latches coming undone and hear him take the helmet off. You feel his other arm come around your waist, pulling your bodies flush together. You feel his breath against your throat.

Getting bitten by a vampire is a terrible experience. It's nothing like the movies and books tell you at all; no little pinch followed by numbness, no erotic tingling coming from the point of contact, no gentle suction like getting a hickey.

It feels like somebody is stabbing you with a fucking fork and then subsequently trying to suck the skin off your bones. It hurts like nothing else you've ever experienced.

You scream, because he didn't say you weren't allowed to do that, and you cling to the arm around your waist as tight as you possibly can, like it's the only thing grounding you to what's happening because it is. It is.

This is why most of Gotham's businesses are closed by sundown, why most people have shut themselves into their homes and settled in for the evening by now, why you were trying to do the exact same thing before you missed that stupid bus. Because ever since the Red Hood started prowling the streets at night, nobody has wanted to be caught outside with him.

He emerged four years ago with a mission and two rules:

1. If he catches you out at night doing some shit you shouldn't, pray you've gotten your affairs in order before he kills you.

2. If he saves you from someone who was out at night doing some shit they shouldn't, he will take payment from you whether you give it willingly or not.

He does not accept money. He does not accept bribes. He does not leave a debt unpaid.

Gotham's resident vampire takes your blood.

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apoemaday · 7 months ago

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What Sex Becomes

by Olivia Gatwood

I remember being a waitress on Valentine’s Day and loving the newness on a couple’s face,

how I watched, like the only patron at a matinee, as they shared everything they ate.

I would deliver their sundae with an extra cherry – the one she would slide into her mouth – a preview of what was to come.

I felt like a school teacher who goes home to no children, a cab driver without a car,

a therapist who cries in the middle of the night and can’t figure out why.

#poetry #olivia gatwood #what sex becomes

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artsninspo · 1 month ago

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COUNTERFEIT - one

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

🍒 author's Note: back with another story! this is a multipart story. formerly known as cherries. it's a mix of the drinks series and forgiveless. Rio's more 'gang-friend' in this one. Enjoy ♥️

🍒 pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Faith (Original Character) All my characters are black women.

🍒 word count: ~1.7K

🍒 summary: bad days lead to bars, friends, drinks and strangers.

🍒 one ~ cherry margaritas

If one more person calls me ungrateful I don't think I'll ever stop screaming. I shoot my sister a glare and her voice catches in her throat leaving her mouth open with words that will be left unsaid. Traitor. My anger is clear as day, and Char knows better than anyone that I've reached my limit. Amber, our ‘friend’ stops too looking up at me as I stand. I didn't invite Amber over for an earful, I invited her over for support. For fucks sake. The stare down comes to an end when Char closes her big mouth, swallowing.

“Faith” her tone is what it should have been all along but its too little too late. The call comes again but I'm halfway down the hall and to my bedroom. I walk into my closet angry at myself for thinking my sister would back me. I grab a coat and slip into a pair of baggy jeans. I kick my pumps from this evening's date night aside and grab a monogrammed bumbag.

“Faith” Amber says, wearing on my thinning patience.

“What?” I respond, casting a look over my shoulder.

“It’s not that we don't think you're great - I mean of course we do your the life of the party, you're so smart and funny”

“I’m glad I provide entertainment for you Amber” I respond and she places a hand on her chest. I brace for the perpetual state of victimhood that follows nice-nasty and outright mean.

“I didn't mean it like that!” Amber says. Whether it's fact or fiction makes no difference to me - my goal was to shut her up and when her nostrils flare I know I've achieved my goal.

“Don't be like that Faith, Jason is – being bored isn’t a reason to leave him. He literally worships you” Char continues. I wish her position was disappointing or surprising but it’s what I expect from Char now that she's been fully indoctrinated by our mothers social climb. Years of private school, country clubs and tennis lessons have her disillusioned.

“It’s fine, I don't expect you to understand” I snap, pushing past the both of them.

“Where are you going, do you want me to come?” she asks, eyeing my casual attire.

“No, finish the wine and talk about how ungrateful I am” I respond slamming the front door to our condo. I rush to the elevator hoping they won't follow me and call a cab once I'm in the lobby. The wait is less than a minute. I turn off my location, blocking my sister, Amber and Jason for the night.

I’m too young to be so stressed, I've felt like I've been drowning for weeks as Jason turned the intensity up in our relationship in all the wrong ways. Trying to become bffs with my mother and Rick. Talking with the future, talking about expectations and children and houses. Why would anyone think I would sign up for a lifetime of the one I didn’t choose. The one Ma laid on her back and threw away everything she knew and held dear for. I’d never so eagerly trade my autonomy. I rate the driver five stars for the much appreciated silence and smile as my feet touch the pavement. I smell cigarettes and weed as patrons partake outside the bar. I can see it’s busy when I head in. Unlike anything in the heart of the city D’s place is truly one of one. Traditional wood counters, stools, a pool table, a jukebox, booth seating on one side, open space in the middle and a few table configurations for those who want to sit and talk. Everywhere is full tonight and it makes me happy for my friend as I head to the bar a man getting up to give me his stool. I look around for Diego smiling when I find him.

“Hey” I wave, and he comes over with top shelf tequila. Smiling at my presence he makes a show of making my favorite drink a cherry margarita and tops it with five cherries. “Thanks” I beam saluting him before my first sip. “Perfection” I wince and he laughs.

“What’s up?” He asks and I chew on one of the cherries pushing the rest of them into the liquid in the hopes they absorb some of the liquor.

“Nothing much, I can help you bartend if you drive me home…” I suggest.

Diego dries a glass. “I don’t get off until three”

“It’s fine” I shrug while having another swig.

“Doesn’t Jason usually get tickets to the big games? I was looking for you court side” He asks, looking up at the mounted TV in the bar.

“We broke up” I confess and he frowns, pausing his task.

“What’d he do? Do I need to fuck him up for you?” D asks, ready for war.

“Nothing, it just wasn’t going to work.” I admit taking another cherry. D gives me an unsure look before manning his bar. I watch the clock run out and drain the liquid from my glass, then I get behind the bar and get to work. Diego and I grew up together on the same block as kids. He spent a lot of time with me and my sister before the whispering started. People thought it was poor parenting to have him sleeping in a room with two girls. D would’ve never laid a finger on us. He moved away when I was ten and we reconnected after college. He became the big brother I never had. Now, he has his life together and I’m the wreck.

Time goes by when you’re having fun and D and I are an excellent team. Working, being busy, accomplishing something and being around D is grounding for me. There’s nothing we want from each other or hope to gain from our association and honestly it’s refreshing. D really has put everything into this place and it’s a pleasure to help him keep his patrons happy with good drinks and excellent customer service. It’s a sausage fest and the flirtation is harmless. Almost all of them are regulars and regular guys here to drink a few beers and watch the game. I make a show of eating the cherries from my glass gaining an audience, extra tips and looks of disapproving amusement from D. It's harmless rebellion, the kind of thing that Jason would spend hours scolding me for - not understanding I’m just joking around. Having a bit of fun. D’s bar is the kind of place that would make Jason itch. There’s no VIP seating, back room or slipping someone extra money to get better service. Honestly that behaviour may lead him to a black eye and pressing assault charges for his uppity ways. The thought makes me smile as the patrons file out, I have so many tips there's no more space in my pockets so D gets me a jar.

By the time it’s three AM I’ve forgotten all about my breakup. D and the security clean off the tables and put the chairs up. I get the mop ready and clean the floors to save them from sticky floors when they come in later on today. The bell rings and the door opens to three men walking in. I wait for someone to tell them we’re closed but no one does. The tall slim one in all black sits at the bar and the other two go into the back. My heart rate slows as I look around for D, when I don't see him I keep my head down mopping until D comes from in the back. He greets the man and pours him something top shelf.I continue mopping until I see Diego motioning for me to come over. I do and he looks nervous. He hands me his keys. “Go wait in the car” he says handing me his keys.

“My coat” I remind D, and he nods, getting it from behind the bar for me.

“I don’t remember hiring you,” the guy drinking at the bar says, stopping me in my tracks. His voice is smooth and his eyes are too easy for him to be anything but trouble. The tattoo on his neck tells me he’s bad news, as well as how rigid D’s posture is behind me.

“She’s a friend, came to help me out” Diego says, being oddly submissive. I look up at him confused. He has at least a hundred pounds of muscle on this guy and he’s afraid of no one. The guy turns to face us and his hands go in his pockets as he gives me a slow once over. He’s hard to read.

“I didn’t know we needed help and I don’t remember getting a text that you’d have someone else closing with you” he adds. His speech is slow and calm which adds to the sense of danger about him.

“I was headed home, came by for a drink and it was getting crazy in here. I just wanted to help out” I explain and the man gives a half smile but it only makes me more uneasy.

“There are health codes, forms, certifications and things we need in case something comes up or a by-law officer stops by. I need to know who’s behind my bar. Who’s serving my customers.” he doubles looking at D.

“I said she’s a friend,” Diego grits in response. The man’s jaw clenches but he turns around.

“Shit hits the fan, you’ll have to deal with it, not me” he says going back to his drink and I hurry out of the bar. I have a million questions but I don’t ask any the entire ride home. My mind goes to a hundred scenarios, landing on one every time if D needed money why didn't he ask me for some. If it was for protection didn’t he know better than to get mixed up with men like … whoever that was? The car slows to a stop in front of my condo and he puts it in park handing my tips.

“Take care, and if Jason needs a clue let me know” he says before kissing my cheek.

“Thanks” I smile and he hands me another jar. I smile when I realize they’re tequila soaked cherries. “Sorry for the trouble” I apologize.

“My cousin is OCD about people,” he shrugs.

“Ok” I nod wondering why I don't know this one of Diego’s cousins or that he was the bar owner. I don't push, instead I hug my friend and trust our bond before heading into the building, into the elevator and into the apartment I share with my sister.

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moonstruckme · 11 months ago

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May I please please with sprinkles and a cherry on top request, more protective! Sirius with reader who gets scared or startled easily?(maybe a hufflepuff reader?) Like I'm scaredy cat, I just want him to make the scary go away! Literally anything your beautiful brain thinks up will be amazing as always

Thanks for requesting lovely!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 635 words

Sometimes walking at night can’t be avoided, but you don’t love it. Every shadow, every passerby who drifts too close, every bird taking off from a nearby perch, makes your heart race and the hairs on your neck and arms stick straight up like an army of useless soldiers standing at attention. A few blocks ago someone had swung open a gate, and you’d jumped into the street.

You’re telling yourself you’re already halfway home, only a small ways to go, when—

“Stop there!”

Your entire body seizes up, and before you know what you’re doing you’ve hopped around on the spot, turning to face the threat with your hands held out in front of you as if to shove them away.

Sirius only continues walking toward you from a good few meters down the sidewalk, one dark eyebrow raising amusedly.

“Well, I was going to tell you off for walking by yourself at night,” he says, “but with reflexes like those it’s clear I’ve wasted my time. You’ve got it handled.”

“Oh my god.” You cross the distance to him, giving your boyfriend a very heartfelt and somewhat desperate hug. “Don’t scare me like that!”

Sirius bands an arm across your shoulders and palms the back of your head. He strokes your hair comfortingly. “See, that wouldn’t ordinarily be such an insane request, but I’ve found with you it’s actually quite difficult to avoid.” He presses his lips to the crown of your head, his teasing inlaid with fondness. “What do you think you’re doing walking around by yourself in the dark, hm?”

You get the sense you’ve saved yourself from a much sterner tongue lashing by your fright at his arrival. You push this small advantage, pressing snugly to Sirius’ front and looking up at him with your best bambi eyes. “I’m just trying to get home,” you say. Your boyfriend looks like he knows what you’re about, but he smooths the baby hairs at your temple consolingly anyway. “Dinner at Marie’s ran long, and I didn’t want to spend money on a cab fare or anything like that.”

“That’s what I’m for, darling.” Sirius squints his eyes at you. They glint in the low light, more playful than mean. “You’re supposed to call me when these things happen, not try your luck and hope for the best. Understand?”

“Yeah, sorry.” You relent easily, more than happy to have him as an escort and as exceptional company. Sirius lets you go, starting in the direction of your place. “How’d you know I was here anyway?”

“Saw you from inside the takeaway place a couple blocks back.” He casts a glance your way, mouth kicking up at one corner. “You looked like someone’s pet rabbit that had gotten loose. You’re definitely going to attract the wrong sort if you’re walking around looking all scared like that.”

You laugh. “I don’t think I could have looked that bad.”

“Oh, you’ve never looked bad. Just a tad flighty.”

Sirius sets a sure hand on the small of your back and grins when you jolt. You loose a breath, shaking your head at yourself as a dizzy little giggle spurts out of you.

“God, sorry.”

“Who else was it going to be, sweetness?” he teases, sliding that hand to your waist and using it to tug you closer, into a rough sort of half hug. “You need to ease up. I’ve got you.”

You lean into his side, doing an exceptionally poor job of feigning any reluctance. “And what’s going to stop someone from mugging the both of us?”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that at all.” Sirius gives your waist an affectionate squeeze. “You’re quick as anything, baby. If someone comes for us, I know you’ll be out of here before I can even turn around.”

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lale-txt · 3 months ago

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COLDER, CLOSER ; Oikawa x f!reader

“You’re always leaving,” you repeat and this time around your voice cracks as loud as your heart does.

contains: Oikawa x f!reader, hurt/comfort (more hurt than comfort tbh), ldr goodbyes, mild angst and a lot of yearning, not proofread bc this came over me like a fever dream

word count: 777 (angel number lets go)

“You’re always leaving, Tōru.”

It’s easy to say. So easy to let the words fall out of your mouth between two kisses. They’ve been scratching and clawing at the back of your throat the whole time, begging to be let out. You could turn them into a dagger, you think. Twisting them into his open palm, or carving your name on the walls of his heart.

Make him hurt as much as his absence does.

Oikawa sighs. He’s not annoyed, not by you. Never by you. He already knew this was coming, from the way your hand slipped from his grasp during the cab ride to the airport and your glazy eyes whenever you stole a glance at him. From the small wobble of your bottom lip and the crescent shaped marks you dig into the heels of your hand.

“Don’t give me that now, sweet girl,” he murmurs and taps your chin, begging you to look at him. He sounds defeated, the usual chirp of his voice dying on his tongue like a broken record. There’s no use in putting up a mask in front of you; not when you can see right through him as if he was made of glass.

When you refuse to do so, his hand wraps around your wrist, dragging you in a quieter corner of the airport. He’s caging you in between the wall and his broad figure and for a moment it’s like you’re both seventeen again and stealing kisses behind the club room before volleyball training starts.

But you’re not teenagers anymore and all the love notes you exchanged in class sit in a box under your bed, together with a bunch of old boarding passes and wrapping paper from Argentine candy that Oikawa pushed between your lips before kissing you the first night you visited him on the other side of the world.

“You’re always leaving,” you repeat and this time around your voice cracks as loud as your heart does. Your fingers twist into the front of his shirt, your head falling against his chest in defeat. Oikawa sighs a second time, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, pressing a few kisses to the sliver of skin there.

“I’m always coming back to you, too,” he murmurs, knowing his solace is as hollow as your eyes when you glance back up at him. He thinks about the small velvet box that sits in his nightstand drawer back home, about the ring he got for you before he left for Argentina after high school. Sometimes he’s not even sure anymore if you’d say yes if he asked you now, or if it would only bring more tears to your eyes.

Because in the end, he’s always the one leaving.

“I hate loving you,” you murmur against his lips when you kiss him farewell, small hiccups making your hands on his cheeks tremble. Your kisses taste like salt and that one summer when nothing hurt. “Every time you take a piece of my heart with you and you never give it back.”

Oikawa wraps his arms tighter around you and kisses you back softly. He’s afraid either of you will shatter otherwise.

“I’ll bring it back, if you’ll wait for me one more time?”, he rasps and draws your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. His thumb rubs absentmindedly over your ring finger, and you cry a little harder, knowing you’d rather ruin your already bleeding heart some more than ever saying your final goodbye.

After all, it’s always been him and you, laying in the wild grass by the riverbank after school, cloud gazing and pinky promises and kisses that tasted like cherry cola. For one summer, you didn’t feel any pain when loving Tōru and maybe, if you hold onto it long enough, you can go back to how things once were.

Maybe one day, you can love without swallowing shards again, without tearing yourself apart to make room for the absence of him, without looking at the sea and wishing it would take you. You could go back to how things were, and you’d realize he didn’t break all of his promises; he was just gone for a little while but he came back for you, right? You’d wake up like from a bad dream, and he’d be next to you, brushing your hair from your face and telling you that it’s all okay now, that he’s here, that he’s not going anywhere.

You kiss him goodbye and the sweet taste of a lie lingers longer than he does.

a/n: did you know that i'm an oikawa kisser uwu

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bitterrfruit · 5 months ago

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Wild Cherries | Chapter 2

John Price x f!Reader tags/cw: modern western AU, cowboys, mean!John Price, chasing, spanking, light sadomasochism, age gap (ish), brat taming, dubcon if you squint, smut wc: 7.1k 18+ mdni

In which you step over the line, and John shows you what crossing him will earn you.

✼ Read the full chapter on Ao3 ✼

John wiped an open hand down his face as he sped along the dirt drive, white-knuckled and stiff.

The road was clear and bright ahead of him, glowing by virtue of the blinding sun, and yet he could not focus on it. His vision was blurred by the image of you standing winsomely among the wildflowers. By the sight of the harsh sunlight unveiling you, the thin cotton of your dress failing to conceal the shadows of your soft nipples, blissfully unaware they were revealed to him so vividly.

His palm still stung red and hot, tingled under his skin like needle pricks in the aftermath of his ruthless discipline. He knew he should feel guilty. That he should be chastising himself for assaulting you, for unleashing his long-caged fury in an eruption of rapacious torment.

But he didn’t. He felt not an ounce of shame.

Instead, he felt angry. Angry at the knot that was tight and wrenching in his stomach, at the heat that flared in the back of his neck. Angry that he could still smell you in the cab of his car, your berry-scented shampoo and the animal musk of your frightened sweat, drawn out by the chase.

Angry that he fell for your bait, that he gave you the satisfaction of retaliation for your insolent behaviour.

Christ, some satisfaction he gave you.

Despite all valiant effort he could not dispel the picture of your tiny, frilly knickers. Worn under your sheer frock, so visible in the sunlight, as if to purposefully entice him upon their reveal. The delicate fabric turned so dark where it was sodden, it demanded his attention even if he attempted to ignore it. His compulsion to touch between your legs was undriven, and he could not resist it - he had to check, to know for certain, that such an abasement had filled your cunt with eager nectar, so much of it. That your body responded to its punishment as praise, to its degradation as pleasure.

Such knowledge ridded him of any guilt, even if it should have done the opposite. But it did little to temper his indignation. Now, he understood what compelled you. The fuel for your delinquency.

Is it a lack of attention, sweetheart?

Did you yearn for somebody to notice your misdeeds? For someone to care to penalise you?

#john price x reader #captain price x reader #captain price #john price x f!reader #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #cowboy price #bitterfruit fics #bitten fruit

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magnagaruzenmon · 3 months ago

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Vacation Love II

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Hara’s apartment, soft and golden, making everything feel warm and alive. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, her back to me, adjusting the strap of her lilac sundress. The color suited her perfectly, the way it brought out the fairness of her skin and the effortless elegance she always carried.

Meanwhile, I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her. I couldn’t help but smile—she had this way of making even the simplest moments feel like art.

“You know,” I said, tilting my head, “we’re going to the beach, not walking a runway.”

She caught my eyes through the mirror, raising an eyebrow. “Just because you don’t mind looking like every other tourist doesn’t mean I have to.”

I laughed, stepping further into the room. “Fair enough. But let’s be honest—you’re going to outshine everything there anyway.”

She turned to face me, her lips curving into one of those soft, playful smiles that always stopped me in my tracks. “That’s the idea,” she said, her voice light.

Hara turned to face me, her lips curving into a soft smile. “That’s the point.” She said before approaching me in a loving kiss. My hands wandered her perfect body before Hara said,

“Greedy boy,” Hara teased

“I’m gonna have to hold out from touching you for almost a full day,” i complained

Hara smiled, “do you think we have time for a quickie? Im not wearing any underwear under this sun dress,”

“Only one way to find out,” I said before lifting Hara’s dress up and appreciating her gorgeous thighs and ass.

“Oh fuck yes,” Hara moaned “be rough with me,”

I fished out his cock before sliding into Hara’s perfect pussy,

“God babe! How do you always stay so tight,” he groaned while bottoming out inside of her.

“Because I love your big dick babe!” Hara groans as Hiro begins to thrust. Hara starts fucking herself on Hiro’s dick hoping to get him off fast she says, “Okay babe now cum,” as per usual I cum on her command but instead of cunning inside of Hara I pull out to test a theory I had about her and to my surprise. Hara doesn’t cum. Hara looks at me confused.

“Huh I guess you do have a cum fetish,” Hiro said surprised.

Hara was about to say something until the sound of their driver’s car pulling up to the curb broke the moment. The faint rumble of a car engine outside pulled me out of the moment. Our driver was here. I glanced at my watch, then grabbed our luggage from the corner of the room. Hara, unhurried as always, reached for her wide straw hat and sunglasses, setting them on like she’d stepped out of a magazine spread.

We stepped outside, and the cool morning air hit me, carrying the faint scent of cherry blossoms from the park nearby. Hara walked beside me, her heels clicking softly on the pavement until we reached the car.

Once we were settled in, she leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder. “I can’t wait to see the islands,” she murmured, her voice a little dreamy. “The beaches, the sunsets, the waves… It’s going to be perfect.”

I placed a kiss on her forehead without thinking, the way I always did when she got like this. “With you there? It already will be.”

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The car started moving, the hum of the city slowly fading behind us. Buildings zipped past the window, their reflections caught in Hara’s sunglasses as she leaned against me, her head resting on my shoulder. She smelled faintly of lavender and the faintest hint of her favorite perfume—subtle, just like her. The airport loomed ahead, a promise of escape: clear skies, warm sand, and memories we hadn’t made yet.

I tightened my arm around her shoulder. She sighed contentedly. “You’re awfully quiet, Hiro,” she teased. “Thinking about work again?”

“No,” I said. “Just imagining how perfect this trip’s going to be.”

Her soft laugh echoed in the cab. “Good answer.”

We pulled up at the curb, and as soon as the driver unloaded our luggage, Hara grabbed her hat, flipping it onto her head with practiced ease. I adjusted my duffel bag over my shoulder and took her hand, leading her through the sliding glass doors into the bustling airport. The sound of rolling luggage and muffled announcements blended into a chaotic symphony.

It didn’t take long before we spotted a familiar face—or two. Riku, my roommate, stood near baggage claim, tan and tired but still managing his usual lazy grin. Beside him was a young woman in a wide-brimmed hat and flowy dress.

“Is that… Iori?” Hara said, her voice tinged with surprise.

The woman turned, her expression mirroring Hara’s. “Hara? What are you doing here?”

Hara smiled, stepping forward. “Hiro and I are heading to Hawaii. A much-needed escape where we’re going to lounge on the beach and have the time of our lives. Also we are going to fuck like a lot,”

Iori gave an approving nod. “Well, good for you. I know Hiro’s been a madman lately with all those videos and Naafiri. I can imagine he needs a break.”

Hara’s eyebrows knit together as she turned to me. “Who’s Naafiri?”

“Oh, that’s just my daughter,” I said, my tone flat and matter-of-fact.

Hara froze, her face shifting between confusion and disbelief. “What?” Her voice rose slightly. “You never told me you have a daughter! How could you not tell me? After all this time we’ve been together!”

I could see Riku and Iori smirking out of the corner of my eye, already catching on to the setup. I pulled out my phone, scrolling deliberately.

“She’s a sweetheart. You’ll love her,” I said, handing Hara the phone.

Hara stared at the screen, her expression transforming from shock to realization as she saw the picture: Naafiri, my adorable, bright-eyed Shiba Inu, grinning from ear to ear. Hara turned to me, her face burning red.

“You… you jerk! You had me thinking—” She swatted my arm, her hat nearly falling off. “Why are you so mean?”

I burst out laughing. “Hey, you were there when I got her! You should’ve put it together sooner.”

Hara rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath as Riku and Iori chuckled. “Come on, Hara, he’s been talking about Naafiri nonstop,” Riku said, dragging his suitcase. “You’re not off the hook for not catching that.”

“Whatever,” Hara said, throwing a glare my way, though the corners of her mouth betrayed a smile.

We said our goodbyes to Riku and Iori, who were heading back to my apartment, and continued toward the check-in counter. Hara stayed close as the chaos of the airport wrapped around us. The crowds, the lines, the muffled announcements—it all started to wear on her. Every now and then, I’d feel her hand brush mine or her fingers tighten on my sleeve, her subtle way of seeking comfort.

I patted her head gently each time, like I always did. It had become second nature.

By the time we reached customs, she seemed calmer. As we handed over our passports, she glanced at mine and snickered.

“Diablo… You know, I always find it funny that your name is Diablo, but here in Japan, you go by Hiro.”

“My grandma gave my dad a silly name,” I said with a shrug. “So, naturally, he passed it down to me.”

Hara tilted her head, a sly grin spreading across her face. “Are you going to keep the silliness going?”

I raised an eyebrow. “I’d have to have a kid first to pass it down. Then I’ll let you know.”

Her grin widened. “Well, on this trip, that can be arranged.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes as she burst into laughter, clearly enjoying her joke. But as we approached the gate, I couldn’t help but glance over at her. She was all smiles, leaning slightly toward me, her excitement about the trip almost tangible.

On the plane, Hara slipped back into the confident, happy woman I knew and loved, the kind of person who could make even the smallest moments feel special. Her restless energy, however, mirrored my own. Planes always stressed me out—the hum of the engines, the cramped seats, the strange sense of being suspended between two places with no way out. Hara fidgeted beside me, her fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. Every so often, she’d glance out the window, then back at me, her expression a mix of curiosity and boredom.

Finally, she leaned in, breaking the monotony. “Hey, Hiro,” she said, her voice laced with mischief. “How did you and Riku become buddies?”

Her tone told me she knew this wasn’t a simple question, but she asked it anyway. I turned to her, my eyes narrowing playfully as I took a moment to think. The hum of the plane filled the silence between us, but Hara didn’t push. She just tilted her head slightly, her gaze steady, genuinely curious.

“Well,” I began, shifting in my seat. “I felt isolated by the creative world I was surrounded with. Everyone had their own agenda, and it felt like they were always trying to mold me into something I wasn’t. So, one day, I quit. Just walked away from it all.”

Hara’s expression softened, her hand resting under her chin as she listened. “And that’s where Riku came in?”

I nodded. “Yeah. He showed up out of nowhere one day, asking me all these questions—nothing invasive, just curious. Then he’d have me help out on a few of his projects. At first, it was small stuff, but he kept pushing. One day, he just said, ‘Come on, dude, come back! You clearly love doing this, and you’re good at it. Screw all those idiots.’”

Hara’s lips curled into a soft smile. “Of course, you were hesitant. I mean, you—once bitten, twice shy.”

She paused, then blinked at me, her brow furrowed. “Wait… once bitten, twice shy? What does that even mean?”

“Oh,” I said, realizing she might not know the idiom. “It means if you’ve been hurt by something before, you’re less likely to put yourself in that situation again.”

Hara chuckled softly. “Makes sense. I can imagine.”

“But Riku didn’t let up,” I continued. “He said, ‘You don’t need to do this alone. You need a buffer—someone to talk to the regular people. Someone to look out for you when no one else will.’”

Hara nodded, her smile growing as if she could picture Riku saying those exact words. “So, that’s how you two ended up working together?”

“Honestly, yeah,” I replied. “It started with him calling me up to help shoot videos. And if I remember correctly, I met you on my first shoot. You were the seductive little minx who caught my eye.”

Hara laughed, her cheeks faintly pink. “Flatterer.”

“Am I wrong?” I teased. “You did flutter your eyes a few times when you saw me.”

Hara raised an eyebrow, her voice playful. “Well, I couldn’t help it. It’s rare to find someone so extroverted, carefree, and with such a nice complexion, who not only knows Japanese but also has manners.”

I smirked. “And here I thought you fell for my dumb brown eyes.”

Hara let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning closer as she poked a finger against my chest. “No, I fell in love with this.” She pointed to my heart, her tone soft and serious now. Then she tapped my temple. “And this.”

Her words lingered in the air, the hum of the engines fading into the background.

I smiled, reaching over to take her hand. “Well, I guess I’ll have to keep both in good shape, huh?”

Hara laughed, resting her head on my shoulder. “You better. I’m not letting you slack off.”

For a moment, everything felt still—just us, the steady rhythm of her breathing, the promise of the days ahead. Then, something she said earlier stuck in my mind.

“You called me extroverted,” I said, turning my head to look at her. “I’m really not. The shoot was a mess, and I took charge because someone had to. I’m actually the introvert.”

Hara rolled her eyes dramatically. “You’re an ENFJ. Emphasis on the E,” she said, poking my shoulder.

I shrugged with a small smile. “Guess you’d know better.”

She chuckled, her laughter bright and carefree. “See? Even now, you’re proving my point.”

I shook my head, grinning as she settled back into her seat. The tension of the flight faded with her warmth beside me. For once, I found myself relaxing, her presence grounding me in a way nothing else could.

After a few more hours the restlessness gave way to pure lust at least for me. I looked over to Hara and she looked at me then said, “fuck it get that cock out,”

I got my cock out and Hara had her mouth on it in seconds. She groans as she takes it deep into her throat. “God you taste so fucking sweet,” Hara said as she began to gag on my rod. The way her throat convulsed and stretched around my cock felt heavenly as i remembered how good she was at deepthroating me.

“Oh fuck babe I’m about cum,” I say as I feel the tightness of her throat

Her eyes challenge me to give her all I got so i press her head down further on my cock as she drinks it all. I watch as her eyes roll into the back of her head, and notice her body quiver and shake in a familiar way,

“Did you just cum?” I ask intrigued. Hara slowly lifts herself off of my rod and with liddded eyes and a sexy gaze nods aggressively. She smiles as she licks some of my cum from the rim of her lips. Hara began stroking me again and said,

“What was it you said before? I have a cum fetish? Well I think you’re right but I think more testing needs to happen first,” she said as she lifted her dress. Before resting her sopping pussy on my hard again cock. She moved slowly as she ground her hips into mine.” I groaned as

“I’m going to fuck you every day this vacation and if I can manage it I’m gonna do it multiple times.” She says as her voice goes deeper. Her walls clench around me and I groan in her ear.

“Careful, you don’t want us to get caught do you?” She teases, knowing she likes me screaming and moaning. She licks the outside of my ear as her wet walls slide around my manhood,and then lightly bites my ear. She whispers happily, “fuck I’m gonna ruin you, again and again.” Hara says as she starts to pick up the pace. Her tits bounce in my face and before I could think to fish one of her tits out Hara says, “no not yet. Baby,”before riding me some more,

“Save my tits for when we land and you can properly enjoy them. This is just a tide me over until I can have you screaming my name,” she whispered. Her walls and her riding finish me quick as hell and I cum in her again before she cums again. She lifts herself up and she laughs,

“Oh I’m gonna have so much fun with this new discovery.” She teased

The plane touched down in Hawaii with a gentle thud, the cabin filling with the faint sound of applause from some enthusiastic passengers. Hara looked out the window, her face lighting up as she caught her first glimpse of the lush greenery and sparkling waters beyond the runway. She turned to me, her excitement practically radiating.

“We’re here!” she said, her voice a mix of relief and joy. “Hiro, we made it!”

I smiled, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “Yeah, we did. Let the adventure begin.”

Disembarking was surprisingly smooth. The air outside the airport was warm and humid, carrying the faint scent of saltwater and tropical flowers. Hara inhaled deeply, closing her eyes for a moment.

“This smells like a vacation,” she said with a dreamy sigh.

We grabbed our luggage and found a taxi. As the car sped toward our hotel, the scenery shifted from bustling streets to serene beaches framed by swaying palm trees. Hara leaned against the window, snapping pictures on her phone while occasionally pointing out things she wanted us to explore later—shops, street performers, and a food truck advertising shaved ice.

The hotel was a picture-perfect resort, its open-air lobby welcoming us with a view of the ocean and a gentle breeze. A staff member greeted us with leis, the fragrant flowers cool against my neck as Hara grinned and admired hers.

“See?” she teased, adjusting the lei around her shoulders. “I’m already thriving here.”

The receptionist checked us in quickly, and we were soon on our way to the room. Hara practically skipped ahead, holding the key card like a prize. When we reached the door, she unlocked it with a flourish and stepped inside, letting out an audible gasp.

“Hiro, look at this!”

I followed her in, and the view took my breath away. The room was spacious, with modern furnishings in soft, sandy tones that complemented the massive windows overlooking the ocean. The balcony doors were already open, letting in the sound of waves crashing on the shore below.

Hara walked out onto the balcony, leaning against the railing. Her hair caught the breeze, and for a moment, she looked utterly at peace. I joined her, wrapping an arm around her waist as we took in the view together.

“This is perfect,” she murmured. “Better than I imagined.”

“It’s pretty great,” I agreed. “But I think it’s because you’re here.”

She turned to me, rolling her eyes with a playful smirk. “Cheesy, but I’ll allow it.”

We spent the next hour settling in—unpacking a little, taking turns freshening up after the long flight, and marveling at how soft the bed felt. Hara stretched out on it dramatically, arms spread wide.

“This,” she said, her voice muffled by a pillow, “is where I’m spending at least two hours every day. Minimum.”

I chuckled, sitting beside her. “You’re not going to want to explore the island?”

“Oh, I will,” she said, sitting up quickly. “But after I recharge here.”

As the sun began to set, we made our way back to the balcony, sharing a bottle of the welcome champagne left by the hotel staff. The sky transformed into a canvas of golds, pinks, and purples, and Hara leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Day one,” she whispered. “And it’s already unforgettable.”

I kissed the top of her head, feeling the same sense of contentment. “Here’s to making the next ones even better.”

After that we passed out on the bed. I woke up to Hara grinding on me a couple hours later. Her perfect ass rubbing against my cock. Her words from earlier ringing in my head. “We could be as loud as we want.” My brain suggested,

“Just fucking take her now,” my body recommended but my heart and spirit said no until Hara turned to me and said

“I can feel your bulge poking me. You know I love waking up to you deep inside, come on and fuck me. She said slightly annoyed but mostly aroused.

Given the green light I strip her and myself bare before I thrust into her expecting pussy, she groans and says.

“I want us to be fully free use for each other this week anytime anywhere,” she said

For a moment I hesitated both Hara and I could have depthless sex drives and could easily lose days in a sex filled haze, but we were on vacation so we could indulge ourselves this once. I kiss her soft lips and she tastes sweet she tastes like she’s mine.

Hara gasps as I fully sheathed myself inside of her. Her hand caresses my face and she says ,”go on Diablo. Take it.” Her words and tone stir something deep, something dark within me I ran my rock through her wet snatch and Hara moans melodically as her bountiful breasts bounce beautifully with each thrust. Her eyes roll back into her head as she takes me in and out. I spank her ass once causing her to moan and her walls clench my cock.

“God I love your cock,” Hara moans I groan as I relentlessly plunge my cock deep inside her pussy, as i ravage her cavern she moans.

“Fuck,” she moans as I spank her three times before I cum inside her hole her body quivers as her walls send a constricting death grip on my manhood. Our bodies come down from the mutual orgasms as we stare into each other’s eyes. She smiles and my heart melts again, as I remember the first time we met

It was a rainy afternoon in Tokyo, the kind of downpour that turned the sidewalks into rivers and left people huddling under awnings or sprinting for cover. I hadn’t been in the city long, still fumbling my way through the language and the unwritten rules of urban life, but I’d already learned to keep an umbrella handy. What I hadn’t learned was how to balance that umbrella with the camera slung awkwardly around my neck.

I’d been snapping photos of anything and everything—bustling streets, neon signs, vending machines. As I adjusted the lens to focus on a narrow alley, I heard a soft laugh behind me.

“You’re holding it backwards,” a voice said in lightly accented English.

Startled, I turned to see her standing there, a delicate woman in a pale blue coat. Her umbrella was clear, the kind that seemed to glow faintly under the streetlights. Wisps of dark hair clung to her cheeks, damp from the rain.

“Backwards?” I repeated, looking down at my camera.

She stepped closer, her smile gentle but amused. “The lens cap is still on,” she explained, pointing to the front of the camera.

Heat rushed to my face as I fumbled to fix the mistake. “Oh, uh—thanks. I’m still kind of new to this.”

“I could tell,” she said, her tone teasing but kind. Then she tilted her head slightly, as if studying me. “Are you a tourist?”

“Sort of,” I said. “I’m here for work. But photography is… more of a hobby.”

“Work?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“I’m a writer,” I explained. “Or trying to be, anyway.”

Her eyes softened, a spark of interest replacing the humor. “A writer. That sounds… romantic, in a way.”

“More stressful than romantic,” I admitted, chuckling nervously.

She laughed, a quiet, melodic sound that seemed to cut through the rain. “I’m Hara Tsumugi,” she said, offering a slight bow. “And you are?”

I introduced myself, “Hiro Akoma,” awkwardly returning the bow.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, her tone warm. “Do you mind if I ask what kind of writer you are?”

I hesitated. “Uh… fiction, mostly. But I haven’t published much yet. I came here to find inspiration, I guess.”

She nodded thoughtfully, as though weighing my words. Then she gestured toward the alley I’d been photographing. “There’s a better angle from over there. If you want, I can show you.”

Surprised by her offer, I nodded. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”

We ended up walking together for a while, her umbrella sheltering us both from the rain. She pointed out little details I would’ve missed on my own—a hidden shrine tucked between two buildings, the way the rain pooled in patterns on the cobblestones.

“You have a good eye,” I said at one point.

“I like noticing things,” she replied softly. “Small things. They’re easy to overlook, but sometimes they’re the most beautiful.”

She walks in front of the stones and poses for me a couple of times, tilting her head just enough to let her hair fall to one side. Her smile is radiant, disarming, but it’s her freckles that always catch my attention—the delicate scatter across her cheeks and nose, like constellations against her porcelain skin.

Now, in the quiet of the present, I hold her close in the bed. My hand moves instinctively, fingers brushing lightly over those same freckles, tracing invisible lines between them as if they might lead me somewhere. Hara giggles softly, her voice breaking the stillness of the night.

“That tickles, Hiro,” she murmurs, her cheeks tinged with warmth.

I smile against her temple, murmuring, “Sorry.”

But she only laughs, the sound as soft and sweet as the hum of the ocean beyond our window. She takes my wandering hand and gently presses it to her chest, right above her heart. The fabric of her camisole is thin, and I can feel her heartbeat beneath my palm, steady and reassuring.

It’s a quiet signal, one I’ve come to know well. A simple, chaste movement that means she wants me closer. I shift against her, sliding my arm fully around her waist and pulling her into me until there’s no space left between us. Our legs tangle together naturally, like two pieces of a puzzle clicking into place.

Her head rests beneath my chin, and I feel the faintest brush of her breath against my collarbone. She’s warm, the kind of warmth that seeps into you and makes the world outside feel distant and unimportant.

“Let’s get married,” she says suddenly, her voice quiet but sure, as if she’s been holding the thought for a while and now it’s finally slipped free.

Surprised, I lean back just enough to see her face. She’s smiling up at me, her big, round eyes soft but filled with a playful kind of determination.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice gentle.

“Yes,” she replies, emphatic and unwavering. She shifts slightly, resting her hand against my chest now as if to steady both of us. “My parents love you. Your parents love me. And we’ve already done so much together. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else.”

Her words hang between us, carrying the weight of their sincerity.

I can’t help but smile. “Well, that’s a proposal if I’ve ever heard one.”

Hara laughs a quiet, joyful sound that seems to vibrate through me. She leans up, pressing a lingering kiss to my cheek, her lips soft and warm against my skin. Then she nestles back against me, her head finding its familiar place beneath my chin.

Her breathing slows as sleep begins to calm her, but she holds onto me tightly, as if afraid to let go even in her dreams. I let myself sink into the comfort of the moment, pressing a kiss to her hair before closing my eyes.

Our limbs remain tangled, a beautiful, chaotic mess that makes it impossible to tell where one of us ends and the other begins. And in the stillness of the night, with her heartbeat steady beneath my hand, I realize there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

The next morning the air shifted and Hara and I couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. It was as if the air had been doused with aphrodisiacs to keep us horny and unfocused. At breakfast, I felt her free hand wander till it found my lap, and she said,

“I’m so wet for you right now,” as her hand found my free hand she plunged it into her core, she yelped quietly before melting into the pleasure. We barely finished breakfast before we found a quiet corner of the outside beachside restaurant and my cock was in her slick cunt.

Ah! Oh God!” Hara moaned and to keep her (relatively) quiet I pressed my lips to hers, her wet walls, we tighter than she usually was and she was way more aggressive. Her hands clawed into my back as I stuck her. She moaned into my lips as the thought of getting caught brought me to a quick orgasm, which in turn brought her to one. I groaned as my seed flooded into her pussy, overwhelmed she moaned as she dripped under us, but I was still hard. Something that sent Hara further into the horny spiral,

“Fuck your one-eyed monster is glaring at me Hiro,” Hara said. I turned to her and she couldn’t even help herself before lowering herself down to my crotch she smiled as she took me in her mouth. She growled with lustful satisfaction as she took me all the way.

“Fuck what’s gotten into you today,” I groaned.

“What’s gotten into me? You’re the one with the hard cock.” Hara said in between gulps I grabbed the wall as I tried to steady myself before unloading inside of her again. Hate quivered as she came again. She looked up at me with that adorable smile then said, “Okay let’s go,” I rolled my eyes and helped her get dressed again.

The soft glow of the afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue over the room. The air smells faintly of saltwater and tropical flowers, a reminder of the day we spent exploring the island together.

We’re sprawled across the bed, limbs tangled and bodies pressed close. The cool sheets are a contrast to the heat we carry from the day, but the closeness between us makes the world outside seem far away. Hara rests her head on my chest, her fingers tracing slow circles on my skin, drawing idle patterns that both soothe and excite.

I glance down at her, her soft breaths a steady rhythm beneath my hand. Her hair, still a little damp from our swim earlier, smells faintly of coconut, and it falls over her shoulder in loose waves. She looks up at me then, her eyes sparkling with the same quiet curiosity that I’ve always adored.

“Do you think we’ll ever stop exploring?” she asks, her voice quiet but filled with wonder.

I chuckle softly, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t think I’d ever want to stop with you.”

Her lips curve into a small smile, the kind that makes my chest tighten. She shifts slightly, snuggling closer as if there could possibly be more room between us.

“You’re always so sweet,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

I smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Well, you deserve all the sweetness in the world, Hara.”

She hums contentedly, eyes closing for a moment as if savoring the quiet. We lie in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s presence.

“You know,” Hara begins again, her voice warm and thoughtful, “I was thinking about something today while we were walking along the beach.”

I raise an eyebrow, curious. “What’s that?”

“How lucky we are,” she says softly. “To be here, with each other. To have this time together.” Her hand, which had been resting on my chest, moves to trace the edge of my shirt. “I’ve been to so many places, seen so many things, but it’s never been the same as this. With you.”

I feel a surge of emotion—deep, genuine affection that blooms in my chest. My heart beats a little faster, but I hold her closer, letting my arms wrap around her even tighter.

“I feel the same way,” I reply softly, my voice thick with feeling. “There’s no one else I’d rather be with, no place I’d rather be. I didn’t know how much I was missing until I found you.”

She lifts her head to look at me then, her face so close that I can see every detail—the curve of her lips, the shimmer in her eyes. Her smile is warm and tender, and I can see the love she feels reflected in her gaze.

“Promise me we’ll always have this,” she says, her voice so gentle it feels like a prayer. “Even when life gets busy or things change, we’ll still have moments like this.”

I press my forehead to hers, our noses brushing lightly. “I promise,” I whisper.

Her lips meet mine in a soft, lingering kiss, full of the quiet intimacy we’ve built over time. The world outside disappears for a while as I lose myself in her warmth, her touch, and the sweet sound of her laughter.

When we finally pull away, we’re both still tangled in each other’s arms, breathing in time with each other, content in the silence that follows.

Hara settles back against me, her hand tracing idle lines on my chest again. I feel the steady rhythm of her breathing and the faint beat of her heart beneath my palm. There’s nothing else I need in this moment—just her, here with me.

We lie together in the soft quiet of the room, the world outside still and distant, and I know, with absolute certainty, that this is exactly where I’m meant to be.

#gravure idol #gravure fanfic #gravure smut #hara tsumugi #Hara tsumugi x oc

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beansidhebumbling · 2 months ago

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So American

'You're so American.'

Nesta said to him, over a cup of coffee in Williamsburg. Words enmeshed between a huff and a laugh, they mixed with the steam emanating from her mug and danced in the morning light.

Cassian smiled reflexively. He was clueless as to why she said it. As to what prompted that observation at this moment. To be quite frank he didn't care.

Because he knew it meant 'I love you'.

She said it first in October, drunk and unguarded. An angel in a Manhattan cab.

'Your teeth glow in the dark, you know that?'

Throwing her hand dramatically over eyes, as if to protect them from the ivory glare, she cackled to herself before muttering fondly,

'You're so American.'

And he was half gone on her before he knew her name. So how could he not be in love with her when she teased him, months later, smelling of cheap rum and spiced vanilla?

Leaning a little closer, feeling his seatbelt biting against his chest, he retorted,

'It's not my fault you Europeans have horrible teeth.'

Her hand moved from her eyes to push indignantly at his shoulder.

'My teeth are immaculate I'll have you know.'

She bared them. Straight pearls framed by chapped lips framed by dimples that were quickly becoming an obsession of his. Cassian snorted, forcing a stern expression onto his face and steel into his voice.

'I'll have to inspect them myself I fear, Miss Archeron.'

Her grey eyes darted up to his, fiery and beautiful.

'And how do you intend to do that, Sir?'

Sir.

For a moment his pulse stopped, before returning at a canter.

She was dangerous. He watched her track the rising flush across his cheekbones with smug satisfaction and a blooming smirk.

Nesta knew exactly what she did to him.

He grabbed her waist, hoping the warmth of his handprint would be felt all the way to her soul, pulling her from her slouched position until she was almost atop him.

And answered the question thoroughly with his tongue.

She had said it a hundred times since that night.

When he cried at the Superbowl. When he painted his face green on St. Patrick's Day. When she discovered his Beretta in the nightstand. When he refused to take sick leave after catching the flu. When he drove to Vermont to get her cherry pie.

The words came in many shades, bemused and angry and fond and frustrated and amused.

He'd fallen out of love with his home a long time ago. Patriotism lay buried in blood-drenched sand.

But through her eyes, with her words, he learned to love himself again.

The familiar sight of Cassian in Devocion, with his hair slicked back in a low bun and his hands dwarfing the earthen mug he held made her smile when she entered. He was texting someone, probably her, as she approached.

He was in his element here, waiting with their usual drinks at their usual table, carrying that New York confidence she was doubtful she'd ever acquire.

Comfortable and organic and..

'You're so American.'

Nesta huffed, unwinding his scarf from her neck as she sat, smothering the giddy earnestness that tried to leak through. She was not American after all.

He looked up and grinned, eyes softer than the cardigan she was wrapped in. He studied her, stare tracking from her worn runners up her leggings and long puffer coat to her bare face and slightly greasy hair.

'I'm going to marry you.'

He declared, making her choke on frothed milk.

He was ridiculous, had been since Nesta first met him in that godforsaken nightclub in Bushwick. Ridiculously brilliant and bright. Ridiculously stubborn and protective. Ridiculously charming and lovable.

But this took the biscuit. She was cold and more than a bit hungover. And he was talking about marriage like the weather. So confident with his life-changing statement, a quiet conviction to his words, like any other outcome was impossible.

She couldn't fight the smile he pulled from her heart onto her face.

So bloody dramatic.

So fucking American.

So damned right.

She was going to marry him.

#so american #nessian #nesta #cassian #nesta archeron #acotar #i'm not from new york #this is a google google google research scenario

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fanficsformyfaves · 1 year ago

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Reunion

Shaggy Rogers x Daphne Blake's Sister!Reader

WARNING: Nothing but Fluff <3, Mutual Pining, Reader is a Black Belt in Karate

PREFACE: When the gang first split up, of course Shaggy was devasted, but he was more upset that he would never get to see Reader again. That was until they all reunite in the airport for a mystery they were invited to solve two years later

A/N: Flashbacks in Italics!

There aren't any stories about my husband and I am deeply appalled!

SHAGGY'S P.O.V.

"Come on, Scoob. Like, we're gonna be late for the flight", I say,

Packing up our Scooby snacks for the trip, while he dealt with our clothes.

"Oooh, Rooby Snacks"

He says, trynna grab a piece, to which I bat his hand away.

"These are for the trip, man!", I scold,

As he huffed, zipping up our bags. We hail a cab, toss our luggage in the trunk and hop in.

It's been a while since we had a totally rad mystery to solve. Like, as terrifying as those creeps were, I miss getting to work on cracking the case...and getting to hang with (Y/N).

She was like, the most perfect girl in the world. Like, imagine all the best things in one person. Even all the hotdogs, sundae ice creams and rollercoasters couldn't come close to how beautiful she was. She never failed to make my heart do summersaults inside my chest.

But I never had the guts to tell her that. I mean, she was super cute and I was the goofball of Mystery Inc.

So, I knew I had no chance.

"Raggy!", Scoob snaps me out of my thoughts,

Nudging me with his elbow and letting me know that we made it to the airport. While grabbing our bags, I look over at the large tree by the entrance and my heart drops like a sack of potatoes.

There she was in all her glory. With her pretty hair and eyes that shined like gumdrops. She was just as pretty as I remembered. I could already feel the goofy grin settling on my face.

YOUR P.O.V.

"Want anything from the gift shop, while I'm in there?", Daphne questioned,

"I'm good- oh! Maybe food from the McDonald's next door?", I request,

Looking up from the book I bought prior to getting here. I watch as my sister gives me an unimpressed look, placing a hand on her hip.

"What? I missed breakfast!", I retort at her reaction,

"And who's fault is that?"

"Um, yours? If you hadn't hogged the bathroom all morning to do your hair, I would've had enough time to make some food"

"Well, excuse me for caring about my appearance. You think all this takes five minutes?", she says,

Gesturing to herself. Once she realized there was no getting through to me, she accepts defeat by sighing to herself and rolling her eyes.

"Fine, but just this once. That stuff will kill you"

"Not fast enough, apparently", I answer,

Getting back to my reading. She shakes her head, before walking off.

"Be back soon, ciao"

"Ciao", I replied,

Without averting my gaze from the pages.

As I was waited for her to get back, I decided to grab the water bottle I had in my backpack. Just then, my journal falls out from one of the compartments

Jeez, it must've been a while since I've cleaned this out.

I flip through the pages and come across one that was covered in hearts with arrows shot through them. The letters (Your First Initial) and S added together on the insides.

I've always had a thing for Shaggy. He was always such a sweetheart. I remembered how he would always give me the cherries off his sundaes, regardless of how much he wanted them.

"Shaggy, you don't have to keep giving me the cherries, if you want them", I say,

"Like, I know you want them, so...let me be a gentleman", he says,

Picking one off the vanilla ice cream and handing it over to me. For the first time ever, I decided to rid myself of the familiar shyness I was always plagued with and take it from him with my teeth, causing a bright red hue to brush against his cheeks.

"Like, wow", he giggled shyly.

Not to mention, how incredibly cute he was. I couldn't help but sigh at the memories of those pretty blue eyes staring back at me.

I knew I should've said something before we all split up, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it and besides, he probably didn't feel the same way.

As I was strolling down memory lane, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"HiYAH!", I yell,

Hitting whoever it was in the shin, before pinning them to the tree by their throats. Once I realized who it was, I gasp.

"Like, wow", he grinned,

I couldn't help but feel a weird sense of Deja Vu when he said that.

"Shaggy! I am sorry!", I apologize,

Pulling away and fixing his shirt.

"Just as strong as I remember", he says,

Rocking back and forth on his heels, with the same old laugh I remember falling for. I chuckled and bent down to pick up my stuff.

"Oh, let me help you with that", he says,

Getting down and accidentally butting me in the head with his, causing us both to fall backwards, exclaiming in pain.

"Owie!", he whines,

Grabbing his forehead, as I laugh doing the same.

"Good to see you again, Shagster", I say,

"(Y/N)", I hear a familiar sound coming from behind me,

I turn around and see the best boy in the world.

"Scooby!", I yelp in excitement,

As he ran over, barking and greeted me with a lick to the face.

"Hiya, boy!", I scratch at the back of his head,

Whilst his tail wagged and foot tapped softly on the grass.

"Like, he really missed you!", Shaggy says,

Making me turn to face him.

"We both did", he admitted shyly,

My heart skipping a beat listening to his words.

"I missed you too, you screwball", I kid,

Getting back on my feet and finally embracing him. At first I felt his body stiffen against my touch, but he eventually melted into me and his arms go around the small of my waist.

We pull away and our lips were merely inches apart. It felt like time stopped and everything else disappeared around us. In that moment, we were the only people to exist.

"(Y/N)?"

"Shaggy?", I whisper,

Feeling the magnetic current pulling me closer towards him. Just as we were about to close the space between us, we were interrupted.

"Oh my god", Daphne says,

Carrying my food in her hands, watching us leap out off each other's arms.

"Shaggy?", she calls out,

"Oh, like, Hi, Daph!", he says,

"What are you doing here?", she chuckles,

Walking closer towards us and handing my the paper bag and drinks.

"Well, Scoob and I got this super creepy invitation to solve a mystery on-."

"Spooky Island", they both say in unison,

"Like, how groovy, man!"

My head snaps in his direction.

"Wait, you got invited too?", I ask,

"Well, yeah! Didn't you hear about the all-you-can-eat buffet they're hosting?", he questions,

Making me laugh to myself. Of course, he would go for the food.

"Well, let's hope we're the only ones who got the invite", Daphne says,

Walking into the airport. We take a moment to look back at each other, before shrugging and picking up my belongings. We trail behind her and made our way through the bustling crowd. I take a bite of my burger, before looking over and finding Shaggy ogling at it.

"Hm?", I hum,

Offering him a bite.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly-"

"The plane won't be serving food till three", I interrupt,

"Who am I to deny such a gracious offer?", he jokes,

Making me chuckle to myself.

"Wanna go halfsies?", he asks,

"Sure", I agreed,

Watching him split the burger in half and handing me the bigger piece.

"Thank you", I say,

Continuing to enjoy my share, along with the fries I was already sharing with Scoob. I throw a fry in the air and laugh as the pooch jumps up to catch it.

While walking, Scooby grabs the dufflebag Shaggy was holding and made his way to the bathroom.

"Where's he going?", washing down the last bite down with my drink,

"Oh, you'll see", he replies,

It takes us a while, but we finally get to the check-in, where Daphne proceeded to argue with the man behind the desk.

"What do you mean I can't have seven carry-on bags?! That is so economy!", she complains,

"Yeesh", Shaggy muttered to me,

"Oh, that's just her makeup. You should see the suitcases full of costume changes and hair products", I say,

Making the tall geek laugh at my joke. I look around and my eyes fall on two very familiar faces.

"Daph?", Fred called out,

Catching my sister's attention.

"Crap", Velma muttered to herself,

"Oh, no. I'm not talking to you guys", she snapped,

Pretending to zip her lips shut and throwing away the key, but alas, she could not control her anger.

"What the heck are you doing here?", she questioned,

Watching the pair make their way over to us. That's when Fred eventually notices me and Shaggy.

"Oh, hey, you two", he greets,

We couldn't do anything but wave awkwardly.

"Isn't it obvious? We all received the same letter from one Emile Mondevarious...the reclusive owner of Spooky Island", Velma explained,

"It's not fair! I was gonna solve the mystery all by myself for the first time ever", Daphne argued,

As Fred scoffed. Oh no.

"How are you gonna save yourself when you get caught?", he poked fun at Daphne's past of always being the damsel in distress,

"I'm a black belt now. I've transformed my body into a dangerous weapon", she answered,

As him and Velma laughed at her response.

"It's true!"

"Far out! I guess we're, like, all going to Spooky Island, man!"

Daphne rolls her eyes and returns her attention to the check-in employee.

"Hey, where's Scooby?", she asks Shaggy,

Just then, the Great Dane, or should I say, Great Dame, emerges from the crowd. All dressed up in an long-sleeved dress, cheetah print reading glasses and a straw hat.

"Hello, sorry", he says,

Navigating his was through the fellow airport patrons.

"They don't allow big dogs on the plane", Shaggy explained nonchalantly,

As I let out a shocked laugh.

"You've got to be kidding", Velma protested the ridiculous disguise,

"No one is stupid enough to believe that", she added,

"Who's the ugly old broad?", Fred asks,

Leaning over to Shaggy. Velma shakes her head at Fred's naiveness and folds her arms over her chest.

"Say hello to Grandma", Shaggy announced,

"Attention. Flight 3774 to Spooky Island is now boarding", the announcer alerts through the telecom,

Everyone, besides Shaggy and I, groan before heading towards our terminal.

SHAGGY'S P.O.V

"Shall we?", I move over and gesture for her to step in front of me,

"My my my, what a gentleman. Just like I remember", she smiles,

Walking ahead.

"Nailed it", I sing to Scoob,

Before following behind her. We arrive inside the plane and take our seats. A moment passes and Scoob nudges me, before holding up the neck pillow we brought.

"Aaah"

I quickly picked up what he was putting down.

"Say, (Y/N)", I call out,

She turns back to me.

"Could I interest you in some in-flight comfort?", I ask,

Offering it to her. She grins to herself, before taking it.

"Why, thank you, Shagwell", she says,

Putting it on. I turn to Scoob and he raises his eyebrows at me.

"Butt out, Scoob", I scold in a whisper,

Before looking back at her. I swear heaven was missing an angel. Like, how could someone be this perfect? I could feel the blood rush up to my cheeks every time she spoke. It always felt like that one time with the cherries. Oh, man, did it make my heart go all squirrely.

I was never man enough to tell her how I really felt back then, but those two years without her was pure torture, man. It made me realize that I couldn't put myself through that again.

So, I take a deep breath and finally plucked the courage up the guts to come clean.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"If we ever make it out of this, you know, with our head still attached to our necks"

Making her laugh. Gosh, were her little giggles music to my ears. Focus, Shaggy, Focus! I shake myself out of my distracting thoughts.

"Would you maybe wanna...I don't know...like...go out with me?", I ask,

Cringing in anticipation for the let-down of a lifetime.

YOUR P.O.V.

Was I hallucinating? There was no way on God's green earth was the man I'd been crushing on for literal years now actually reciprocating how I felt.

I pinch at my arm and hiss at the pain that brought me to the realization this wasn't just a scenario I dreamt up.

"Ow!"

"Like, what was that?", he yelped concernedly,

"Uh, nothing, it's just...", my sentence trails off into an awkward silence,

"I would love to!"

"Really?", his eyes widen,

"Really?", Scooby repeats,

"Really! I mean, I don't know if you've ever noticed, Shaggy, but, I've always liked you", I admit,

"...Get outta here, like, me too!", he responds,

"Wait, what?! Why didn't you say anything?!", I questioned,

"Well, I mean...look at you", he blushes,

Making the heat rush to me cheeks too, as I pout in awe.

"You're so pretty and smart and nice...and you share your food with me! I mean, that takes a whole lotta moxie!", he explained,

Gosh, was he freaking adorable.

"That totally puts you out of my league!"

"Oh, Shaggy", I sigh,

Taking his scruffy face in my hands.

"You're the best guy I know", I reassure,

"Which is why I'm gonna do what I should've done a long time ago", I say,

Closing the gap that wedge us apart for years by pressing my lips against his.

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