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sairiiya Ā· 2 years ago
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Back when they were dating
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talaok Ā· 2 months ago
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Acting Normal
Pairing:Ā Javier PeƱa x fem!reader
Summary: Javiā€™s been thinking about that night every minute of every day, while you're acting like it never even happened, and if he doesn't do something about it, he's gonna lose his mind.
warnings: smut| fingering, protected p in v sex, dirty talk, javi being a simp, sex in the workplace, (it's not public but there's a possibility of getting caught)
a/n: I already know what to write for part 3, this couple is my new obsession lol
This is a part 2 to this story, but it can be read alone
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Javi
This was really important stuff
He was really supposed to be listening
He was paid to listen to it,
that's what he kept repeating himself,
and yet- yet if someone asked him to repeat whatever Carillo was saying, he couldn't have spit out one singular word.
But it wasn't his fault, not really.
You must have been doing it on purpose, there was no way you were doing all that just accidentally.
Your lips were wrapped around the lollipop in a way that left nothing to the imagination- he could feel those lips on him, he knew how soft and sweet they were from kissing them, but around him... oh they would feel even sweeter, he was sure-
"If you're not gonna listen to me then why am I even here?"
It took Javier much too long to realize what Carillo had said
"I'm listening" he stated with enough confidence to fool anyone- except he was talking to one of the few people that could see right through his bullshit.
"I'm surprised you haven't done it yet" the Colonel shook his head, blowing out a cloud of smoke "I thought she would have given in by now"
"I don't know what you're talking about"
Carillo couldn't help but laugh.
"You've been obsessed with her since she first arrived"
Javier hadn't even noticed that his gaze was back on you... or that his colleague had spoken again.
"yeah," Carillo chuckled, patting Javi's back "I'll just talk to Murphy"
And that was that, Carillo was gone, and PeƱa was left at a desk at the corner of the room, staring at you with the intensity with which a lion watches a gazelle.
He didn't know what the fuck to do.
To be completely honest with himself, he'd made a fucking mess.
He'd always been attracted to you, I mean there's not much of you that any man could find not hot, and sure, he'd spent about a year flirting with you as you rolled your eyes at him... but that's just how he was- he never thought it'd ever actually happen- and now...
Now he was fucked
You seemed so incredibly normal around him, like that night a week ago had been just a perfect dream, while him- fuck he couldn't even look at you without picturing how perfect you looked from between your tighs.
He'd thought he could manage to just do it that one time, to get it out of his system... what a stupid fucking bastard- he'd only made everything ten times worse.
And the worst part was that you didn't seem affected by it, not even a little bit- like now, there you were, looking all concentrated and everything, your brows furrowed, your bare legs crossed, one of them swinging ever so often, and your lips... your lips wrapped around the candy were an image sent straight from heaven.
Fuck- he was half fucking hard just by looking at you.
He needed to do something- now- or he was gonna go fucking crazy.
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"can I have a talk with you for a moment?"
He was leaning over your desk, not doing a great job of masking his desire.
You, on the other hand, hadn't even looked up from the paper before you.
"what's up?"
what's up?
He'd made you squirt on your boss' desk for fuck's sake, and you tell him what's up??
"Just something I think you could help me out with, in the evidence room"
"now?" you winced, finally looking at him
"Yeah now"
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"so what is it? did they misplace a file again-"
"How are you acting so normal?"
A gasp fled your mouth as you turned around and found him but an inch from you
"Jesus" you breathed "what are you talking about?"
"and who even eats lollipops past the age of five?"
He took a step closer and you took a step back, only for your back to hit the wall.
He'd cornered you.
"what is going on with you?" you hissed, only for him to take another slow step, and place his hand on the wall, right next to your head
"you, that's what's going on with me" his breath was fanning over your mouth, images of last week's night flashing both your minds "I've had the best sex of my life with you, and you're acting like it was just another Tuesday night"
"I-"
"I can still taste you on my tongue, I can still feel you around me, and you look at me like I'm nothing more than a fucking colleague y/n"
"Javier-"
"And then" he chuckled darkly, interrupting you once again "and then you have the nerve to suck on a fucking lollipop right in front me-"
A soft laugh couldn't help but bubble up your throat at that.
"Did that seriously... turn you on?"
"So what if it did?" he purred, his left hand finding your waist and forcing you off the wall and flush against him, against the blatant proof of his arousal.
You gasped, your hands clutching the shirt covering his chest.
"you're worse than a hormonal teenager"
His eyes sparked with malice as he bent down, his mouth skimming your mouth and cheeks, leaving shivers in his passage, until he pressed his lips right below your ear.
"A hormonal teen that made you squirt for the first time in your life"
"Javier-" your voice had already reduced to a thread of a whimper.
Fuck him and his irresistible sex appeal.
He was right, no one had ever made you feel as good as he had, and as much as he thought you weren't affected by that knowledge, he'd be shocked to find out how difficult it proved not to squirm every time he merely looked at you.
Yes, of course you were constantly thinking about that night too.
"Tell me you don't think about it"
He was like a mind reader
You stayed silent, conscious that any response you could give would inevitably give you away.
"That's what I thought" A snicker rumbled from his chest, his hand moving from your waist to slide underneath the hem of your skirt.
You hummed, your brain only half functioning as he continued to trail hot wet kisses down your throat.
"W-what are you doing?" you tried to speak normally without success.
"what does it look like I'm doing?" he smirked, his hand now fully cupping your clothed core, making you whine "What I've been thinking of doing for a whole damn week- so I don't lose my mind"
Two of his fingers were circling the wet spot on your panties when a phone rang from the other room, making your eyes snap open.
What the fuck were you doing?
You were at work- anyone could come in at any moment.
"Javier wait," you said, finally getting your voice back to normal.
"what is it, sweetheart?" from the way his eyes were still a thousand shades darker and blatantly staring at your mouth you could have guessed the danger of being caught didn't trouble him one bit.
"We can't"
He groaned frustratedly then, his head falling between your neck and shoulder
"why not sweetheart?"
"are you serious?" a quick laugh bubbled up your throat "we're at work"
"so?"
"so?" you parroted, only your voice was heightening with exasperation "so anyone could catch us at any given moment"
A soft smirk pulled at his lips, the hand that was still on your wall going to your waist to get you flush against him
"Are you ashamed of me sweetheart?" he teased
"Well, to be completely honest having sex with the biggest slut in Columbia isn't exactly my highest moment"
He feigned a gasp, his hot breath fanning over your own parted mouth
"Me? A slut?"
"yeah, you" You couldn't fight the smile pulling at your lips.
There he was, doing it again- making all your common sense fly out the window with his godforsaken charm.
"c'mon baby, I'll be quick"
And although you didn't want to, you could see yourself starting to consider his proposal.
"that's supposed to convince me?" you arched a brow, an amused smile pulling at your lips
"What, you think I can't make you come quickly?" he purred, his hand going to your ass in a swift move to grab at it.
You bit down a whine "Well I don't know"
"tell me you don't want it" he teased, the fingers on your core starting a torturous path up and down your still-clothed, but unbelievably drenched, slit "That you don't want this"
His fingers had trespassed your panties and had now found your raw skin, making you gasp
"anyone could come in us, including Messina" you added breathlessly
"I locked the door" he promised, his forehead on yours as his ring and middle finger gently found their way inside of you.
"a-and what if someone needs to get in?" you tried your best not to moan, but the way he curled his fingers made it so very fucking difficult
"then we'll tell them to fuck off" he murmured, his mouth now touching yours, but still not kissing you.
"If we get caught I'm gonna kill you, we clear?"
"yes ma'am" he smirked, his breath mixing with yours
"now- may I kiss you, baby?"
You rolled your eyes before answering "Yes, you may"
And just like that, he was devouring you, his lips crashing with yours and his tongue sliding into your mouth to explore every inch of it, gaining dominance on your own in a matter of seconds.
"fuck I missed this" he groaned, his fingers suddenly speeding up and robbing you of all ability to tease him about his words "these fucking lips are gonna be the death of me"
Your mouth was open as you desperately tried to get oxygen to your lungs, but he didn't care, he took your bottom lip into his mouth and started sucking, his fingers fastening their pace as the filthy sound of your wetness bounced off the walls of the room.
"tell me you thought about it too" he growled, his palm making contact with your clit and forcing you to gasp as your hips started grinding onto it, onto his hand, sparks of pleasure staining your vision. "tell me I'm not the only crazy one baby"
You bit your lip to stifle a moan as you felt yourself grow closer to a release.
"shit- you look so fucking hot when you're about to come"
"I-" your eyes were squeezed shut, but you could feel the heat of his stare on you, the way his eyes never left you, not even as he kissed your neck, the soft stubble of his mustache tickling your skin "I've thought about it too javi"
The satisfied groan he let out told you just about everything you needed to know.
"When?" he asked, his voice hoarse, his fingers relentless
"A-always" you whimpered, "e-everytime I look at you"
shit- maybe you shouldn't have said that
"yeah?" a wolfish grin tugged at his lips "You think about me? about my cock? my fingers? my tongue?"
You mewled at his words, at the memory they brought with them, at how fucking good he was making you feel-
"J-Javi please"
"what?" he breathed, his mouth on yours again, your hips grinding shamelessly onto his hand "You're gonna come baby, 's that it?"
"y-yeah- fuck- I-"
he knew the signs by now, he knew those desperate breathless sounds you made just as you reached your peak- and god did he fucking love them
"come for me- come baby" he murmured, his lips crushing with yours to stifle your moans just as your walls spasmed around his digits- wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body.
Oh how he loved seeing the strong fiery woman he saw every day come apart beneath him, all your walls crumbling down 'till there was just pure lust and pleasure beneath your eyes, 'till your body went limp and clung to him for support.
"fuck" you breathed your eyes finally opening again, only to find that his had never left yours. "I-" you gulped, but his lips were on yours again, his hands holding your face on each side, his fingers now out of you.
"w-we should get back," you said, mostly trying to remind yourself, of where you really were, of what you were really doing... but it was all so difficult when he was looking at you like that- when you could feel his hard cock straining against his jeans- the same one that had felt so fucking good inside of you.
"we should" he agreed, although a twisted grin played on his lips.
he was already kissing you again, exploring you again, and in no time you found yourself caged between him and a shelf filled with boxes of evidence, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck.
Damn him
"People are gonna start wondering where we are"
"we're here... looking at evidence," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, his hips grinding onto you, his mouth on the corner of your lips.
"fuck- fine," you murmured, the need for him stronger than anything at this point, even than the fear of getting fired.
He didn't waste a second- his dick was out in a heartbeat, and your panties were pulled to the side before you had even time to breathe.
His tip, his red, glistening tip found your entrance, making you gasp.
"c-condom" you suddenly remembered, your voice so feeble it was almost inaudible "Please tell me you've got a condom"
"fuck- you're right" he muttered, frustration tracing his tone "I should have one in my wallet"
Of course he had one in his wallet
His left hand reached into his back pocket, finding his wallet and taking the condom out of it as quickly as he could, throwing the wallet somewhere to the side.
You were supporting yourself all on your own as he rolled the condom onto his dick, which might sound easy... but seeing the state of your leg it really was a miracle.
It was all so fast, he seemed desperate as he guided his tip to your entrance, as he gripped your waist and kissed your lips while entering you.
He was so fucking big, definitely the biggest one you'd ever encountered, and not only that... but he fucking knew how to use it too.
It was impossible not to moan, and for him, it was impossible not to groan- let's just say the possibility of getting caught wasn't first on the list of things in your mind at the moment.
"fuckfuckfuck" you whimpered, letting out a soft cry when he finally bottomed out
"Jesus Christ you feel fucking perfect" he growled, his eyes on yours, his hands gripping your waist as he tried his best to give you a moment to adjust and not start to fuck you like an animal right away.
"J-Javi"
And that, that little plead in your voice was all he needed to hear.
There was no way the sound of your skin slapping with his couldn't be heard from outside.
He felt so fucking good- criminally so.
"oh my g-" you had to bite down on something, and the little sliver of skin his shirt didn't cover right where his shoulder met his neck seemed much too perfect for your need.
He groaned, the bastard fucking groaned in pleasure as your teeth sank down into his skin, and you swore to god you could have come from that sound alone.
Your hands were laced between his neck, fingers taking hold of whatever hair you could grab, as he thrust up into you like a man starved, and you did all you could to meet his movements with the same urgency.
It had only been a week, and yet it felt like it'd been an eternity- a torturous, awful eternity of daying yourself of this.
"been thinking about this every fucking minute this week" his voice was breathy, hoarse, as he whispered to your ear "about this perfect fucking pussy of yours- about your mouth, about how- Fuck me-" his own growl interrupted him, your walls were squeezing him much too fucking tight "how good you taste, how hot you look when I'm eating you out- about this fucking perfect body of yours" he purred "Jesus christ you make me lose my mind"
You couldn't help but moan, moan at his words, at his pace, at the way his touch sent sparks flying in your belly- it was all too much.
"You've gotta be quiet baby" he murmured as you raised your head to look at him, to beg him for something- anything.
"I know sweetheart, I know" he breathed, his lips skimming yours "I know issa lot"
And to think you couldn't even stand him seven days ago... look at you now- looking into his eyes pleadingly as he fucked you in the evidence room.
"Javi" you could only breathe as his mouth crashed with yours once again, "I'm gonna-"
"I know"
Of course he knew
And just like that, you were over the edge, his tongue in your mouth muffling your cries as his thrust got more erratic, and somehow even more powerful.
Once again, he'd given you the best orgasm of your life.
He tried to hold off to let you ride it out, but fuck him it was proving to be real fucking difficult.
And then you opened your eyes- your beautiful, dreamy, eyes that he'd been dreaming of for days and there was no point in fighting it anymore-
"F-fuck y/n- fuck-"
There was a loud thud somewhere behind you, but neither of you cared enough to look, or god forbid stop- there was only you, you, and the spectacular groan Javier fed you into a kiss as he finally reached his climax.
There was only the sound of your breathing, both your heavy breathings as you looked at each other- and then you smiled, and he couldn't help but do the same.
And then all of the sudden the sounds from the office started flowing into the room again.
Oh right
"we really have to get back"
"yeah" he halfheartedly agreed, slowly setting you back on your feet, only in doing so, something caught your eye.
"fuck"
There were files on the floor- there were files on the floor because you'd knocked down some of the boxes of evidence- and you hadn't even noticed.
Javier followed your line of sight, but while panic was setting in your heart, he began to smile
"don't laugh!" you hissed, "what the fuck do we do? How do we explain this?"
"we don't" he simply shrugged, closing his zipper back up as you quickly tried to make yourself presentable.
"What?"
"we were never here- now, get back out there"
"I-"
"trust me" he said, retrieving his wallet from the floor.
And for some fucking reason, you did- you trusted him.
"I hate you so much" you muttered, finally exiting the room.
Tg:@fallout-girl219
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mywritersmind Ā· 2 months ago
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how bout lando x sainz!reader like carlosā€™ little sister but carlos doesnā€™t know about their relationship?
PRICK AND A TEASE - LN4
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listen up : sainz!reader!! inappropriate use of a lollipop. jealous lando.
word count : 755
note : dare i say this is my fav request yet!! sainz!reader will forever eat <33
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ā€œMy baby sister!ā€ Carlos says to me as he and Lando round the corner, joining them as they walk. The pair are in orange and red racing suits, Landoā€™s is unzipped and criminally attractive. ā€œNice of you to grace us with your presence after hiding away with Alexandra all today.ā€
I roll my eyes, ā€œIā€™m not even going to congratulate you on your quali today.ā€ He jabs me in the side and I punch him in the arm.
ā€œI didnā€™t know you were coming this weekend, Y/n.ā€ Lando says from Carlosā€™ side, lying right through his teeth.
I smile innocently as if he wasnā€™t in my bed last night, ā€œYup! Decided to surprise Carlos.ā€ Decided to surprise Carlos and come two days earlier to spend time with Lando.
Carlos has no clue Lando and I areā€¦ In a relationship? Itā€™s unclear but itā€™s quite fun.
I know I fancy him and he fancies me.
Lando smiles softly at me, the look he gives me that makes my knees go weak.
We make it to the ferrari hospitality and I go straight for the lollis in the corner. I unwrap my favorite flavor, strawberry, and pop it into my mouth while texting.
Carlos and Lando talk rapidly about qualifying and some poor results from other teams. Itā€™s not until Carlos gets pulled away by his manager when I realize that Lando has been staring at me.
I wiggle my fingers at him a bit, Carlosā€™ back facing me. He smirks a bit as I run my tongue over the candy. I see Lando swallow and decide to be a bit of trouble.
Carlosā€™ manager leaves and as my brother sits across from Lando, I slip the lollipop into my mouth again.
Lando clears his throat and changes his position, my brother keeps talking as I move my tongue around more.
Landoā€™s eyes wonā€™t stop flickering to me, Carlos eventually notices and turns around to look at what heā€™s distracted by.
I fake innocence by watching the f2 cars on the track, ā€œSo that Colapinto kid is good huh? Funny, too.ā€
Carlos stands to join me, Lando follows, ā€œYouā€™ve spoken to him?ā€ my boy asks.
ā€œMhm. A real flirt.ā€ I see Lando roll his eyes.
Carlos raises a brow, ā€œSeems like the type. Sort of reminds me of a young Lando.ā€ He claps his hand on Landoā€™s shoulder as Lan eyes me.
ā€œThink heā€™d go for me?ā€ I ask the two, lollipop in hand.
My brother frowns, ā€œNo chance, Y/n.ā€
ā€œYou think he wouldnā€™t?ā€ Lando asks his friend.
ā€œHe definitely would. But you know how I feel about it-ā€
I mock him as he says the same words, ā€œNo dating boys on the gridā€™ yeah I know.ā€ I sigh, ā€œYou never let me have fun.ā€
Carlos pulls a disgusted look, ā€œIā€™m sure youā€™re fine.ā€ I glance at Lando, I definitely am fine. Carlos checks his phone and swears, ā€œIā€™m so late. Iā€™ll be back soon Y/n!ā€
Carlos rushes out and Lando is next to me in seconds, ā€œYouā€™re a prick.ā€ he says as the candy goes back in my mouth, ā€œAnd a tease.ā€ he grabs the candy and tastes it.
ā€œAnd yours.ā€ I add, this makes him smile proudly.
ā€œIā€™m going to tell Franco to fuck off.ā€ he leans against me a bit.
ā€œAnd explain that how? Oh yeah! Youā€™re fucking your best mates sister behind his back and still havenā€™t asked her to be your girlfriend?ā€ I call him out in one move.
He eyes me, his hand going to my waist before turning to me, ā€œDinner, tonight? Iā€™ll make you forget Franco.ā€
I roll my eyes, still smiling at him. Iā€™m about to say yes but the door swings open, Carlos walks in quickly and Landoā€™s hand is off me in seconds. ā€œBack so soon?ā€ Lando asks.
Carlos grabs his hat from the couch, ā€œNah, Forgot this.ā€ He does a double take at us and I pray that he doesnā€™t notice that the lolli in Landoā€™s mouth has my lipstick on it.
ā€œYou alright?ā€ I ask him as he slowly backs away.
ā€œYeahā€¦ā€ he says suspiciously, ā€œYou coming soon, Lan?ā€ Lando nods, stepping away from me and following my brother.
ā€œBye Y/n!ā€ Carlos tells before practically running out.
ā€œBye Y/n.ā€ Lando turns around to look at me, winking and waving the hand that holds the lollipop. I sigh when theyā€™re gone, leaning against the glass and watching the cars go past.
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xxblairexxss Ā· 1 year ago
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A fresh start
Pairing : Charles Leclerc x singlemom!reader
Theme : Angst, fluff
Word count : 4.2k
Part 2
Requested!
In which Charles had a crush on the new member of the team without knowing he was already a good friend of her toddler.
It gets a little heavy near the end so heads up! Not proofread!
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"There seems to be a problem with the downforce. It kind of eats the tyre quite a lot."
Charles felt a touch on his hip while he was too busy listening to the engineers. Looking down, he saw a small kid patting on his leg, while the other hand seemed to be offering him something. "Hey, are you giving this to me?" He asked, pulling the headset from his ear as he crouched down.
"Yeah! My mom always gives me candy whenever I am stressed with my homework. You canā€”oh." The little kid fumbled with the wrapping paper that was securely wrapped around the lollipop. "I canā€™t take the plastic off for you. Sorryā€¦"
"Oh, itā€™s okay. Let me help you." Charles twiddled with the wrapper as it went loose before he pulled it off. "There! Oh, for me? Are you sure?"
"No stress! Bye bye!" The toddler waved and sprinted off, leaving Charles with the strawberry lollipop in his hand.
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"Any idea who she is?" Charles nudged Joris and tipped his chin towards the girl who was across the room.
"Sheā€™s part of the communication executive." Joris took a quick glance and went back to his phone.
"I have never seen her before." His eyes were latched on the girl, seeing the way she talked with her hands, nodding and smiling at whatever the other girl was talking about.
"She just joined the team."
"Whatā€™s her name?" Charles nudged Joris again, causing him to heave a sigh and stand up.
"Y/N!" Joris called out.
"Joris! What the fuck?" Charles slapped his friendā€™s leg and looked away. The phone in his hand seemed to be looking much more interesting, though it wasnā€™t even turned on. While his fingers were dancing and tapping on any random buttons on his phone, his ears were listening to the conversationā€”well, more like listening to her voice. It was weird how he had never seen her before, but Joris seemed to be getting along with her very well.
"That was Y/N." Joris gave a smile, stealing a peep from Charlesā€™s phone, and laughed when he saw it was on camera, capturing Charlesā€™s face from an angle below. "Nice picture, by the way. Is that why you couldnā€™t stop looking at it when she was here?"
"Very unnecessary, Joris. You could have just told me her name." He threw his cap on and stood up to leave the room.
"I thought you wanted to get to know her." Joris exclaimed, seeing his best friend walking away.
"I can figure that one myself!"
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"Charlie!"
"Hey, Adam! Give me a five!" He bent down as the little one hopped and touched their hands together. This has been his fourth time seeing him, and every single time, his visit would get longer and longer. The first time he met the kid, he just dropped by to give him candy and walked away. This time, he came by with candy and shared a few little jokes and games.
"Do you always wander around the paddock alone? Your dad never gets mad." He ripped the top off the candy and handed it to the kid.
"No, mommy wonā€™t be mad if I just stay around the red garage. Oh! Sour!" His face scrunched up, making the driver cackle.
"Oh? Youā€™re with your mom? Dang, this is sour." He made a face and shivered as the sourness hit.
"Yeah, Iā€™m with mommy! Daddy isā€¦" He looked down, his bottom lips jutting out. Charles knew right away it wasnā€™t something light if this was the reaction coming from a 4-year-old kid, so he cut the topic short.
"You donā€™t have anything sweet in there? Iā€™m not a fan of sour candy."
Adam patted his pockets and shook his head. "No more candy! I stole that from mommy. Shh, she didnā€™t know." He put his pointy finger on his lips and giggled.
"Your secret is safe with me, buddy. I have to go. See you around, Adam!" Charles stood up and gave the little one a pat on the head before he went to get Andrea for his short meeting before the press conference.
"This will be your..."Ā 
Charles was slapped with what felt like a brick when it was just a file of papers, but the sting was unexpected, causing him to lean back as he covered one side of his face with his hand.
"Oh! Iā€™m so sorry! Are you okay? Did I just slap you?"
Chuckling, he shook his head and pressed his palm on his eyesā€”the ones that just got slapped on. "No, no. Well, yes, Iā€™m okay. Are youā€“"Ā Ā Her beauty from up close astounded him, erasing all vocabularies in his head as he went blank. "You are beautiful," he muttered.
"Sorry?"
"Oh? Oh, nothing. Y/N, right?" He offered a handshake with the widest grin. "Iā€™m Charles."
"Everyone knows who you are, Charles." You laughed, accepting the handshake. "How do you know my name? I never properly introduced myself."
"Oh, Joris told me." He answered, his eyes still on her, making him look like a fool without realising it.
"Do you have anything else to say? Because I need to." She pointed the other way. "I need to head there."
He pulled himself back to his senses and stepped aside. "Oh, sorry about that. Iā€™m not going to hold you any longer."
"Sorry about that. Good luck in the qualifying round!"
"Oh, wait! Is this yours?" He crouched down and took the sour candies on his feet. The same one he got from the kid
"Oh, yeah! Must have slipped off my hand. Thank you!"
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"Mommy, look!"
You took the paper that he handed to you and cackled at the drawing. "What is this, sweetheart?"
"Guess, mommy! Look, I drew the moustache too." He pointed at the little lines, wearing the proudest smile.
"A moustache? Is that a cat?"
"Yes! Like the one we used to have!" He started collecting all of his marker pens and coloured pencils, placing them in his small pencil case as he saw you start packing your stuff. "Are we going back already?"
"Yeah, mommyā€™s all done with my work, so we can head back early. Should we go on a little date and get ice cream?" Shutting down your laptop, you placed them in the case when Adam seemed to be rushing to go somewhere with his little backpack. "Where are you going?"
"Mommy, wait! I havenā€™t met Charlie!"
"What even is Charlie?" You muttered, picking up the missing marker pens he had missed for rushing.
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"Hey, munchkin! I was waiting for you." Charles grinned and offered his hand for a high five. "Where have you been?"
"Oh! Iā€™m going back already. Wait!" He sneaked his little hand into his pocket and frowned when he couldnā€™t find the thing he was looking for. Charles then saw him pull his arms off his small backpack and sneak his little hand inside the small compartment. "This is for you!"
"You are going home? Why?" Taking the small Mars bar from the little one, he kept it in his hand as he helped him put on his backpack again.
"Mommyā€™s done with her work early today, so Iā€™m going out on a date!"
Charles grabbed his little arm before he could sprint away. "You? You are going out on a date? Wait, with who?"
"Adam!"
The driverā€™s facial expression went blank as he heard the voice. The little arm in his hand slipped off as he saw the little one run and hug the legs of the woman he has been dying to talk to over the past couple of months.
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"Mommy!"
You ruffled his hair as he crashed into you. "Have you met your Charlie?" Bending down, you squeezed his chubby cheeks as you took his hand in yours.
"Yes! Thatā€™s Charlie!" He exclaimed, pointing at someone.
You saw Charles still crouching down with a Mars bar in his hand. He was already looking at you as you laid your eyes on him. He looked surprised and stunned, as he didnā€™t seem to catch the smile you gave.
"He'sā€”heā€™s yours? Adam, is your kid?" He queried, taking steps closer.
"Yeah, heā€™s my son. Waitā€“" Looking down, you cupped his little cheek. "Adam, Charlie, is Charles? Is this the friend you have been giving your candy away to?"
"Yes!" he squealed.
You thought he had been making friends with a cat or any other person, but not with an actual driver, because who would have thought he would have the most time in the world to be friends with a 4-year-old kid? "Iā€™m so sorry if he had been bothering you. I truly had no idea about that.ā€
"Itā€™s okay, Y/N. I got free candies." He showed the Mars bar he had in his hand, making you chuckle.
"I am going out on a date with mommy. Do you want to come?"
His words became a mumble as you quickly covered his mouth. "Charlie is busy, Adam." Tilting your head back and facing the driver, you asked the little one to wave before walking away. "Iā€™ll get going now. Say bye, Adam."
"Bye, Charlie!"
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"Whatā€™s with that smile?" Joris peeked his head to look at the little kid, who kept looking back every now and then to wave his little hand at the driver.
"Nothing." Charles ripped off the Mars bar in his hand and took a bite of it, cocking his brow at Joris, who seemed to have more questions. "What?"
"Nothing." He mimicked Charlesā€™s expression and moved away before he could get hit in the head.
"You didnā€™t tell me she had a kid." Charles blurted.
"I thought you wanted to figure it out yourself. Why? Does it change anything?"
"What do you mean?" He queried, taking another bite from the chocolate bar.
"Does it change your little crush on her now that you know she has a kid?"
"No, not at all. I like her even more now." He chuckled and did a double take on his friend. "Wait, how do you know I have a crush on her?"
"Because you arenā€™t being too discreet about it. I bet Adam knew it too. Give me that." Joris snatched the chocolate bar from the driverā€™s hand and took the last bite. "You shouldnā€™t eat too much sweet for your diet, you know."
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"Adam, I need your help." The sound of music in the room was cut off when the driver finally spoke what had been in his head for weeks. Charles was lying down on the couch in his driver room with his little friend, while the little one was too busy colouring the dinosaur from his book.
"More candy?" He asked, switching to a different colour pencil from his case.
"No, not candy. I wanted to ask your mom on a date." He put his phone away and sat up, looking at the little one full of anticipation.
"No."
"Wait, what? Why?" Charles stood up and took a seat by Adamā€™s side. He casually started participating in the colouring activity as he took a blue pencil and started filling in the tail section of the dinosaur. "I thought we were friends?"
"Mommy only goes on a date with me."
"She might want to go on a date with me." He assured him, helping him change to a different coloured pencil.
"I donā€™t want mommy to cry again, so, no. I need to go now!" He stood up and packed his colourful stuff inside his little backpack with the help of the driver.
"I wonā€™t make her cry, Adam." Charles handed him his colouring book as the toddler stood up to leave.
"Thatā€™s what Daddy used to say too. Bye bye, Charlie!"
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"Charlie hurt?"Ā 
"Yes, sweetheart. He crashed today, so you shouldnā€™t bug him, okay? Just stay here." You pinched his little cheek before handing him his iPad. "Not too long. Turn it off when mommy says so, alright?"
Adam did listen to you and stayed in the break room while you sorted out a few things before race day tomorrow. There wasnā€™t any meeting until the next hour, so you got to do your work while listening to your kid watch Coco ten times this weekend.
Until you heard a knock on the door,
"Hi. Uhm, Iā€™m looking for Adam." Your eyes widened as the driver peeked his head inside the room.
"Charlie!" He put his iPad to the side and hopped off the couch to run straight into Charlesā€™s arms.
"Why didnā€™t you come to see me?"
"Mommy said I shouldnā€™t bug you. Are you okay?" You chuckled when he cupped the driverā€™s cheeks with his small hands.
"Yeah, Iā€™m okay. Wait, actually, not really."
To that, Adam gasped and covered his mouth with his hands. "Oh, no! You need candy?"
"Come here." Charles pulled your son to the end of the room, so you were no longer able to eavesdrop on the conversation.
You saw those two start whispering something, giggling, and laughing while you were left out. "Bye Charlie!" He waved as the driver trod, leaving the break room.
"Bye, munchkin. See you, Y/N. You look beautiful in a ponytail, by the way."
You were taken back by the sudden compliment, and your hand went to stroke your hair now that he mentioned it. "But I always have my hair tied?"
"Yeah, thatā€™s what I meant." He gave a wink before walking away, leaving you and your toddler, who seemed to find the whole situation funny.
"What did he tell you?" You tried to pry into their business, acting casual by going back to your work.
"Itā€™s a secret!" He winked, which looked more like a face scrunch as he went back on his iPad, making you frown in confusion.
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"Go! Open the door!"
"I canā€™t. Give me a second."
"Why?"
"Iā€™m nervous, buddy."
"Iā€™ll open it for you!"
"No, no!"
You were staying in the break room, playing with your phone while your little one stayed outside, watching an army of people in the paddock celebrate the drivers on the podium. He had promised to stay just outside the room so you wouldnā€™t have to worry about him being in the crowd, but minutes later, you kept hearing whispers right outside the door. You werenā€™t sure who the owner of the other one was, but you were so sure one of them belonged to your son.
"Mommy?"Ā 
"The door is not locked, love. Just come in." You replied and went back to your phone, expecting him to walk in, but he didnā€™t.
"Go, Charlie!ā€
"Is there anything wrong?" Placing the phone away, you pushed the door open and saw that your toddler kept on pushing the driver towards your door. "Charles? Do you need anything?"
"Y/N. Actuallyā€“"
"Charlie wants to ask you out on a date!" Adam cut in.
The words made you flabbergasted. That was impossible. Why would he ask you out on a date when every woman he met on a daily basis dressed up way better and had better body shape than you?
And they were single. While you were a divorcee, you even had a kid.
"Stop joking around, Adam. Leave Charlie alone, okay?" Adam hid behind the driver as you tried to grab his arm, giggling while hugging Charlesā€™s legs.
"Would you go out on a date with me?"
You gave a dry smile and shook your head right away. "Sorry, Charles. I have a kid, remember? Whoā€™s going to take care of him if Iā€”ā€œ
"Joris will play with me! Right, Charlie?" He pulled on the Ferrariā€™s shirt, chuckling as he felt Charlesā€™s hand on his neck.
"Joris agreed to take care of Adam for one night. They are best friends." Charles assured.
"I canā€™t, Charles. Iā€™m so sorry."
He followed you inside while Adam stayed outside to find Joris. "But why?" You ignored him. "Y/N, why?"
"I should be asking you that. Why me? I donā€™t get it. I have a kid, Charles." You took your phone and started taking your laptop bag.
"And whatā€™s wrong with that?"
"Nothingā€™s wrong, but you have all those hot girls ready for you to ask them out. I am way out of your league, Charles."Ā 
He held your arm to stop you from walking out of the room. "I got Adamā€™s permission, and I promised him that I was going to take you out. Please give me a chance."
"How did you get his permission?"
You saw him awkwardly smile as he scratched the back of his neck. "He promised me his permission if I ended up in the top 5 this weekend."
Laughing, you rolled your eyes at how ridiculous the deal was.
"Is that a yes?" He tilted his head, having a little faith in how the tension in the room seemed to die down.
"Fine. Just one date."
To that, he bit his lips and threw up a fist. "Yes! Youā€™ll be in Maranello next weekend, yeah? Iā€™ll pick up."
"Sure, Iā€™ll send you the address."
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"Be nice to Joris, alright?"
"Mommy looks very pretty!" He placed both of his palms on your cheeks and gave you a kiss before hugging you by the neck. "Have fun with Charlie! Let me know if he makes you cry, and Iā€™ll." He showed you his little fist. "Iā€™ll hit him!"
Giggling, you kiss him back on his cheek. "I thought you said he was nice."
"Yeah, Charlie is very nice. Thatā€™s why I let him take mommy out on a date." He ran towards the main door as Joris helped put his sneakers on. "Bye mommy!"
Back then, when he was born, you always worried if you were able to raise him all on your own. If you could take on both responsibilities as his mother and father figure at a young age, You were grateful enough, as he had grown up to be a very gentle and cheerful kid, despite what he had witnessed occasionally whenever your ex-husband paid a visit. He was never a good dad. He never wanted to be one. Adam barely called him dad. He never knew what it felt like to have a dad, but he would always reassure you that he was glad enough to have the perfect mom. Though you tried to keep your marriage problems between you and your ex-husband, Adam was smart enough to figure out what his dad was like. Whenever your ex-husband came by, you would always get bruises on your body. Maybe that was why your little one grew up to be very protective of you, despite his age.
Charles had told you he was a few minutes away, so you werenā€™t expecting to see your former spouse when you opened the door.
"Where are you going?" He pushed the door and walked inside as if he had any right to do so.
"Itā€™s none of your business. Please leave."
"Itā€™s my house. Whereā€™s Adam? And why are you all dressed up?" He scanned you up and down, smirking as if you looked humorous.
"Leave, please."
"Come on, baby. I havenā€™t seen you for months. I have missed you."
You pressed your lips into a thin line, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. Whenever you were home, he would always come by to ask for sex. He would beat you up if you ever resisted any of his attempts, but you would rather get beaten than be in the same bed with him again. You were just glad Adam wasnā€™t here to witness it all again. "Leave me alone!" You yelled, pushing him off from pinning your body against the wall.
"You fucking bitcā€”whoā€™s that?" His hand, which was about to hit you in the face, came to an abrupt stop when the doorbell rang.
"Itā€™s no one." The doorbell rang again.
"Go and open the door. Itā€™s fucking annoying." He pushed you on your head, making you jerk forwardĀ towards the door.
You wiped on your tears that rolled down your cheeks before twisting the lock as you were greeted by Charles, with his dimples that went shallow as soon as he saw you.
"Y/N? Are you crying?"
You let out a sob and tilted your face away from the tears that rolled down your cheeks again. "Iā€™m sorry, I canā€™t make it today."
"Whatā€™s wrong? Did something happen?" He gently tilted your face and felt his stomach drop when he saw your broken expression. "What happened, Y/N?"
"Iā€“" You sobbed again.
"She wants you to leave, kid."
Charles pushed the door wider as he walked in and stood in front of you. "Who are you?"
"Iā€™m her husband."
You felt his hand on your arm as he pulled you closer; his gaze was still locked on the older guy.
Charles let out a chuckle, seeing how absurd this whole situation was. "So, you are the ex-husband. Well, I donā€™t think it was me who wasnā€™t supposed to be in here."
"Kid, this is my house, and that bitch that you are touching is mine." He snarled.
"Donā€™t call me that. And sheā€™s not yours." Charles furrowed at the man, feeling your hand gripping his arm.
"Ah, so sheā€™s yours now? Did you claim her yet?"
"Sheā€™s not mine. Sheā€™s no one's possession because sheā€™s not a fucking item. You should leave." His teeth were clenched as his gaze pierced the man. "Leave before I call the cops on you."
"Iā€™ll get going first, baby. See you when this motherfucker is gone, yeah?" You flinched when you felt his cold skin on your cheek.
"Donā€™t fucking touch her." Charles yanked his hand away and locked the door after the older man was gone, leaving you and him alone.
"Did he hurt you?" Charles cupped on your face, heaving a sigh of relief when there wasnā€™t anything serious as you shook your head at his question.
Charles wanted to ask a lot of questions, but you were still shaken up by the whole thing, so he grabbed you by your hand as both of you settled down on the couch.
"You can leave, Charles. Iā€™m sorry for ruining your night."
"It wasnā€™t your fault, Y/N. And who said the date was ruined? Adam told me you love pizza, so are you up for a pizza night?" He found himself grinning when he saw that little smile on your beautiful face.
It was supposed to be a romantic dinner date; instead, you were sitting on the couch with a box of pizza while watching a Disney movie. Charles had to pick out the pineapple on every slice of pizza and vocally judged you on your preference because there was no way he could eat a pizza with a pineapple together.
But it was a very fun night. It was enough to make you completely forget what had happened earlier, but enough to not make the day all about that.
"Y/N, can I ask something?" He picked out another pineapple, trying so hard not to make a disgusted face, which made you laugh.
"Is this about what happened?" You confirmed.
"Yeah, but if you donā€™t feel comfortable answering, then itā€™s fine." Charles took a bite of his now pineapple-free pizza.
"No, itā€™s okay. You can ask." You collected the pineapple he picked off and ate it on its own.
"How long?"
"How long has it been since he did that? It was on and off. If he got a new girlfriend, he would stop coming by for a couple of months." You saw the look he had on you, and it made you feel sad at how bad your life has turned out to be.
"You didnā€™t report to the police?"
"I did, but I never got any further updates. I even tried to move away, but he always managed to find me back. Which is why Iā€™m always happy whenever I have to travel for work. That way, he wonā€™t be able to ruin my life, and Adam could live his life as a child without having to worry about me." You looked away as you started to clean up the empty box as an excuse so you wouldnā€™t have to look at his face any longer or you would be crying again.
"Iā€™ll see what I can do. Itā€™s about time for the authority to take action about this. I promise Iā€™ll help you."
"Thank you, Charles. I owe you a lot. I really donā€™t know how to pay you back." You beamed and dipped your hand in the small box.
"You still owe me a proper date?"
"Fine, make it the second date. Do you want candy?" You handed him one as you popped one in your mouth.
"Ah!" Charles blurted it out, making you jump. "How could I miss this?" He took the sour candy and burst out laughing. It was the same candy that he had been getting from Adam way before he found out he was related to you. "Adam had been stealing your sour candies all this time to share them with me."
"Really?" You laughed along, connecting the dots as to why your candy seemed to be way less than it should have been.
"Guess I love sour candies now." He threw one into his mouth and shivered at the sourness.
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sundrop-writes Ā· 9 months ago
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How would Spencer react to the f!reader eating a sucker in a very provocative way during a meeting?
I decided to change this up a bit. Rather than it being during a meeting, it's just randomly around the office because eating a sucker/lollipop during a meeting would be annoying af.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
How would Spencer Reid react to you teasing him with a lollipop?
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Warnings: reader can definitely be interpreted as gender neutral because there isn't much description of them beyond their mouth (sorry if that isn't what you wanted lmao); this is very sensual/smutty toned (but there is no sex scenes); Spencer is thinking about sex acts/is having sexual fantasies about the reader; heavy sexual innuendo; definitely leans more toward Sub!Spencer; I was thinking of S4/S5 Spencer when I wrote this but you can imagine any Spencer; background Morcia; implications of Spencer masturbating in the bathroom at work. Reader loves teasing Spencer - idk what else. Not really proofread.
"Oooh, what's this?" You asked, walking up to see a large bowl of candy sitting in the middle of Morgan's desk.
"Leftovers from Halloween." Prentiss explained, not looking up from the file that she was reading. "Of course, Garcia put them on Morgan's desk. What was it that she said?"
"A little something sweet for my something sweet." JJ recited the words from her place at the coffee machine with a laugh.
"Oh, he is gonna love that when he comes in." You chuckled.
You knew that he wasn't going to eat all of it himself, and Garcia likely intended it as a pick-n-go for the office anyway - so you took a careful glance into the bowl and then picket an appealing round lollipop. A blow-pop, you quickly realized. Very nice. You knew the gum in the middle was crappy, but you would have fun seeing how long it would take to get to it, and it was cherry flavoured - one of your favourite candy flavours.
You grabbed it up and a few others to slip into your desk drawers, along with taking a few packets of M&Ms for your favourite desk neighbour. When you walked over to your desk that was in front of his, you tossed the candy so that it hit the front of his chest, and Spencer jumped violently, having been scared right out of his concentration from whatever he was reading. A thick academic paper, from the looks of it.
You heard Emily's nasel chuckle in from behind you at how hard he had jumped.
"Good morning." You greeted him with a wide smile as he glared at you, but took the candy and began opening it anyway.
"Yeah." He scoffed.
"You're welcome." You also said, nodding toward the candy in his hand.
"Did you know that M&Ms shortly after their creation, M&Ms were exclusively distributed to the US military during World War II as a part of soldier's rations?" Spencer stated, giving another one of his 'fun facts'.
"Due to the candy coating making them far less perishable, and far easier to transport due to the fact that they were less likely to melt. At the time, they were packaged in cardboard tubes and featured a violet colour among the candies. And that's how they became famously known as 'the candy that melts in your mouth, not in your hand'." Spencer explained, the last words becoming muffled as he stuffed some of the candy into his mouth.
"And now they have gone from feeding soldiers to being the breakfast of a skinny little genius like you." You joked, unwrapping your lollipop and raising it to your lips.
You were one of the people who joked about it, but you secretly loved the fact that he was skinny. You would never tell, but you imagined pinning him down and him not being able to get away because of his lack of muscle.
Spencer would have made some clever reply, but instead, his eyes became locked on your lips.
Watching your lips gently wrap around the roundness of the lollipop immediately sparked something in him. From that moment, his eyes focused on nothing but your mouth, and he absolutely lost all train of thought - including the fact that he had been reading something before you even sat down.
It wasn't even intentional at first. At first, you were just enjoying a random sweet treat at seven o'clock in the morning, going about small things like taking off your jacket and getting the files organized on your desk, and when you looked up to ask Reid if he had a spare red pen that you could use to mark off some things - that was when you noticed it.
That far off, glassy look in his eye that you had never seen before.
He was staring at your lips, hard, clearly not even realizing that he was doing it - at this point, the candy had just barely stained the inner part of your mouth red, and he was being driven insane, imagining himself running his thumb or even the head of his leaking cock along that spot, feeling the pure softness of your lips, having your sweet tongue reach out to meet the throbbing head of his-
"Reid?"
The sudden sound of your voice seemed to shake him from this daydream.
You pulled the lollipop from your mouth with a wet smack, and he swallowed a whimper - it was a sound so subtle that you wouldn't have been able to hear it if you hadn't been carefully listening. You clenched your jaw, suppressing a smirk. You didn't want him to know that he had been caught. Not yet.
"Um - ah - yeah?" He stuttered out, quickly looking back down at the papers in the middle of his desk, trying not to make it seem like he had been staring at you so blatantly.
"Can I borrow a red pen?" You asked, trying to give him your best look of feigned innocence as you placed the cherry red bulb back to your lips while waiting for his answer, gently tracing your tongue around it.
You loved the way his eyes clung to this action like a magnet, his own lips dropping open slightly as he let out a hot breath in awe, his pupils blown wide.
His pants were suddenly very tight.
Spencer had to purposefully tear his eyes away from your mouth when you began oh-so-slowly teasing the lollipop in and out of your lips, forcing him to perfectly picture the round head of his cock fucking between those perfect cherry lips.
He frantically looked around his desk, and grabbed the first pen with a red cap that he could find.
"Here you go." He mumbled, tossing it onto your desk, not even bothering to hand it to you.
He then grabbed his messenger bag from underneath his desk and so subtly placed it at his front while he scrambled off toward the bathroom. You simply let out a laugh and then shoved the candy into your mouth fully, looking back down at your files and getting to work.
Spencer could only pray that you would be done with the lollipop by the time he got back.
A/N: Okay this definitely turned more into the style of a blurb, but what I love about writing requests right in my inbox is that I don't need to do a super defined style, I can just write whatever comes off the top of my head and I don't have to worry about over-editing stuff. It's great for creativity and it's almost like a writing exercise? Anyway, I had a lot of fun with this.
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Daryl Dixon x Reader One Shot
You're out on a run with the group when you spot a bag of candy. Surely no one in their right mind would leave them behind. Before putting them in your bag, you stick one in your mouth. Daryl is the sharing type.
original idea is from this post by : @dixonzzgirl "eating a lollipop and daryl walks right up and pulls it out of your mouth and puts it in his (or vise versa)"
You weirdly were looking forward to this run into town. The prison life was good, and easy. You loved it there. But once in a while you craved the adrenaline rush that was brought on by being outside the walls and tall gates.Ā 
Today Maggie approached you about joining her on a run to the drug store for baby formula and potentially cold medicine if you were lucky. Judith had come down with a runny nose and they needed to up her formula amount now that she was getting bigger. Of course you agreed, and Daryl sitting next to you at breakfast offered himself as well. So it was you, him, Glenn, and Maggie on this run together. Maybe back when the world was normal you could call this a double dateā€“except for the fact no one knew you and Daryl were a thing. You werenā€™t exactly sure if you could call it a relationship yet or not, but you two enjoyed each otherā€™s company. Especially in dark corners of the prisonā€¦with your clothes off.Ā 
Youā€™re bringing up the back of the group with a knife in hand and assault rifle strapped on your back.Ā 
Daryl turns around, checking to see youā€™re still keeping up, and when he meets your eyes he gives you a wink. You stick your tongue at him playfully, and he pulls back to walk next to you. When heā€™s in stride with you, he reaches behind you and pinches your jean clad butt. You yelp and swat him away, making Maggie and Glenn turn around to see what the commotion is from. You and Daryl glance at one another, and when the other two see there's nothing to worry about, you whisper to Daryl, ā€œDonā€™t, theyā€™ll see,ā€
ā€œWho cares,ā€ he mutters with a playful smile, ā€œcats gonā€™ come out the bag one day, sweetheart,ā€ he opens his stride to walk next to Glenn again. You shake your head, trying to make the blush recede from your cheeks as you follow along.
Youā€™re jogging up the strip of stores when you take a halt in front of an old CVS Pharmacy. The windows are hazy and Glenn cups his hand around his eyes against the door to get a look inside. He looks back at the group, nods, and you all hold up your weapons, ready for the attack if needed. Glenn slowly opens the sliding door that was once automatic, and peers inside looking left to right.Ā 
ā€œClearā€ he whispers back to the group. You lower your knife and follow inside. You immediately elongate your steps, passing the others and head toward the cold medicine aisle. On your way you pass the candy section and a lone bag on the shelf catches your eye. You smile and take the detour to grab the bag of colorfully wrapped candies. You canā€™t believe anyone would leave this treasure behind. Before putting it in your bag, you grab one sucker out and unwrap it, sticking it in your mouth. You sigh in ecstasy at the flavor on your tongue. Itā€™s been a long time since youā€™ve had anything remotely resembling a piece of candy. Your mouth even cramps up at the feeling of how sour the sucker is to your dulled taste buds, but you revel in it as you continue on into the medicine aisle.Ā 
Once youā€™ve grabbed what you needed plus a few extra things, you return to the front of the store to wait for the others.
ā€œDaryl?ā€ you call, and he comes out from the back room stealthily toward you. He has a small smile on his lips when he approaches you, reaching for your face. Youā€™re hesitant, unsure what heā€™s going to do since itā€™s been clear he doesnā€™t show affection in front of the group back at the prisonā€“you had both kept quiet about your frequent rendezvous in the night. Youā€™re not entirely sure where Glenn and Maggie are at the moment, so you let your guard down for his approach.
Daryl is in front of you, and as he passes you to stand on your left, he pulls the sucker from your mouth, sticking it between his teeth while looking you in the eye. You feel blush heat your cheeks and smile back at him, with teasing eyes. Jesus, this man barely has to touch you for you to be immensely turned on by him. He is playing with the candy in his mouth and sucks deeply on it, then returns it to your mouth and puts it between your lips. The sweetness sticks to your lips and you dip your tongue out to taste it again. Darylā€™s eyes are dark and he pulls the sucker away, back to his mouth again.
Maggie then clears her throat, and your blush has turned firetruck red as you glance at her and Glenn, whose eyes are wide on you both. Theyā€™re approaching from the other end of the store. Daryl plays with the sucker in his mouth to hold it in his cheek, and follows your line of vision and turns towards them. Both Glenn and Maggie look toward each other, and suddenly burst into laughter.
ā€œGuess that cats out of the bag now,ā€ Daryl grumbles at you, turning to head out of the store. Rolling your eyes, you follow him out. Glenn and Maggie donā€™t stop laughing til the car is entering the prison gates an hour later.
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weixuldo Ā· 5 months ago
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Who's your Daddy?
Older!James Kelly x f!reader
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(SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG OMLLLL- iā€™ve never written anything other than starwars lol- but I hope this is enjoyable. I also havent ever written fauxscest and I wouldn't say i'm really into it, but I feel like it fits the character lowkey)
One of James' customer mistakes you for his daughter and you actually play along...James isnt thrilled
warnings: dead dove do not eat?, Fauxscest, age gap, orgasm denial, just regular schmegular smex, name calling,
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Ā ā€œFuck Jamie!ā€ you squealed as DILF!James Kelly harshly bent you over the old camaro that had been sitting in his shop for the past two weeks.Ā 
His strong tattooed hand had your nicely curled hair in a strong grip as he smacked your ass with the other. ā€œYou wanna act like a child so bad, then Iā€™ll treat you like oneā€ he said as he continued to spank you.Ā 
Earlier, James had been finishing up a job on an old Ford pickup and was negotiating payment with the owner when you skipped out from inside the shop wearing shorts and a tank top.
In Jamesā€™ ā€œofficeā€- really just a room with a chair and desk that heā€™d toss papers on (or eat you out on)- he had a bowl of candy just in case a client brought around their kids. James never really knew what to do with kids, but you told him having a candy jar would make him seem less scary.
Of course he had one the next day.
But clients never really brought their kids around the shop so you got to enjoy the majority of the candy. Today you were feeling the cherry lollipop and twirled it around your mouth as you scampered out to see what James was up to.Ā 
As you walked out you saw James broad back facing you as he stood with his arms crossed towards a gruff man with gray hair. They looked like they were talking shop- how boring.
You sighed and were about to go back inside when the gray haired man noticed you.Ā 
ā€œKelly, you never mentioned ya had kids?ā€.Ā 
James was taken aback- kids?Ā 
He turned to see what the man was looking at when his icy eyes landed on your tantalizing form; it was nearly 97 degrees and humid as fuck- why the hell did you look so good?
He subconsciously licked his bottom lip before remembering the manā€™s comment; he turned back just about to protest when you skipped up to him and threw your arms around him.Ā 
ā€œHeā€™s never mentioned me?ā€ you said with a fake pout.Ā 
ā€œBut dad- I thought you were proud of me? Why donā€™t you tell your friends about me?ā€Ā 
James was too stunned to speak- sure, youā€™d occasionally call him ā€œdaddyā€ in bed but he never thought that act would leave the bedroom. His left eye twitched as he looked down at your doe eyed expression.Ā 
ā€œHaha- Iā€™m sure yer Dadā€™s proud of ya kiddo- probably just wanted to hide you away cause youā€™d have all the boys riled upā€ the gray haired man chuckled as James fought to keep his frustration at bay.Ā 
ā€œIs that why daddy?ā€ you asked innocently.Ā 
James was pissed
ā€¦
and extremely turned on.
But he was really bothered that his client was obviously checking you out right in front of him. He clenched his jaw once more before straining out an answer.Ā 
ā€œYea thats why, sweetheart. Iā€™d hate to have to get the shotgun out of the shed for something other than huntingā€ he falsely smiled.Ā 
You hugged him once more before heading back inside ā€œWell Iā€™ll let you two keep talking- Thanks for choosing my dadā€™s shopā€ you smiled at the man before your boyfriend.Ā 
He shot back a bright grin ā€œNot a problem darlinā€™, Iā€™ll be sure to come to yer Dadā€™s shop from now on hahaā€.Ā 
James clenched his fists at his sides, he could feel himself losing his composure.
The man finally paid James and added a little extra and told him to ā€œbuy somethinā€™ nice for that daughter of yerā€™sā€.Ā 
Oh- James would definitely not be buying you something nice after the little stunt you just pulled.Ā 
ā€œShe's a looker Kelly, better keep an eye on her'' the man commented once more before hopping into his newly fixed truck.Ā 
James just nodded as he counted the money the man paid him, ā€œYea, iā€™m always lookin at her- especially when she's bouncing on my cockā€.Ā 
The old manā€™s eyes almost popped out of his sockets; ā€œPardon?!ā€.Ā 
James finally met his eye once more with a smug look, ā€œYea, sheā€™s not my daughter- thatā€™s my girlfriendā€.Ā 
The man just sat with the truck held in reverse as he tried to replay the whole interaction.Ā 
ā€œAnd Iā€™m gonna fuck her raw for that shit she just pulled- Thanks for the tip and have a nice dayā€ he said before shoving the cash into his pocket and shutting the garage gate.Ā 
You had taken a seat at Jamesā€™ desk as you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. You thought it was funny to play with him like that but you didnā€™t think it would get him too worked up- so when you heard him call for you to come out to the garage your body buzzed with nervous excitement.Ā 
He had called your name harsher than he normally would so you could tell he was feeling some type of way but you couldnā€™t quite put your finger on whatā€¦ were you about to be lectured, yelled at, or fucked?Ā 
Maybe all three heh
James was standing domineeringly with his feet slightly parted and arms crossed tight as you entered the garage.Ā 
ā€œYesss? Whatā€™s wrong Jamieā€ you answered innocently.Ā 
He clicked his tongue and cut his eyes, ā€œyou know damn well what you were doingā€.Ā 
You pouted your pretty lips and shook your head, ā€œI donā€™t really see anything wrong with jokingā€ you said smugly.Ā 
Annnd now youā€™re here, bent over his camaro with him ruthlessly plunging his thick cock in and out of you.
Jamesā€™ veins popped as he tugged at your hair with one hand and angled your hips up with the other. He was panting like an animal as he forcefully thrusted into you, heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit.Ā 
ā€œFuck, please! Jamie- Slow down!ā€ you cried as you grounded yourself on the hood of the old car as your boyfriend hit it from the back.Ā 
ā€œJamie?ā€ he questioned, squeezing your ass harder.
ā€œJames!ā€ you managed.
He let out a low chuckle that made you even wetter than before, ā€œyou wanted to call me dad so bad earlier, what happened, doll?ā€.Ā 
You could hear his stupid smirk in the way he spoke, you wanted to say something but all that was coming out were pathetic whimpers and moans.
You felt him shudder as you clenched your gummy walls around his throbbing cock- ā€œs-shitā€ he cursed under his breath as he slowly pulled out until just his tip was left in you.Ā 
Your eyes were already brimming with tears-but when he stopped his movements, the tears started to flow. Your poor pussy ached for him to slide between your folds- once he started, you needed him to finish.Ā 
It was almost criminal how empty you felt without your boyfriendā€™s dick inside of you. You began to whine the longer he held still.Ā 
ā€œYou think youā€™re so slick, little bratā€ he growled as his rough palm made contact with your bright red ass cheek for the umpteenth time.Ā 
He leaned down to whisper in your ear and you felt the cool silver of his cross chain as it slid down your arched spine.Ā 
ā€œWho am Iā€ he asked with a dangerous lilt to his voice.Ā 
ā€œJamesā€ you cried again, you knew that was the wrong answer but you needed him to keep going.
Without warning he plunged into you and bottomed out as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. But just as fast as he was in, he had resumed the previous position.Ā 
ā€œIncorrectā€ he said before pulling completely out.Ā 
You whimpered before he flipped you around so that you were staring at his flushed face; God he was perfect. Looking down between the two of you- his hard cock was completely coated in your combined juices and twitched as he stood over you.Ā 
He grabbed your hips and lined himself up with your aching core once more before shoving himself in with an abrupt snap of his hips. You gripped onto his forearms as you yelped.Ā 
ā€œWho am Iā€ he asked once more, his voice low with lust.Ā 
ā€œD-Daddyā€ you cried in humiliation as you shied away from Jamesā€™ watchful eyes.Ā 
He halted his movements and leaned closer to your ear, ā€œAlmost. What did you call me earlier, doll?ā€ he said with a devious smirk.Ā 
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, ā€œ...dadā€.Ā 
ā€œWhat was that baby? Didnā€™t hear yaā€ James taunted.Ā 
ā€œDAD!ā€ you wailed as you dug your nails into your older manā€™s forearms.Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s it, Sweetheartā€ he smiled as he quickened his pace.Ā 
You moaned as his sloppy thrusts jiggled your breasts around for Jameā€™s viewing pleasure. You felt your high approaching fast.Ā 
ā€œFuck- Iā€m close- Iā€ you cried as James continued diving deeper and deeper into your sopping cunt.Ā 
James bit his bottom lip and pulled out as fast as he had been fucking you; leaving you with a disappointingly empty feeling. You gasped at the loss of his massive member and your eyes shot open to see why your boyfriend felt the need to pull out.Ā 
There he was in all of his glory; brow adorned with sweat , face flushed, brows drawn together, and lips parted. Soon you felt his warm ropes of cum spilling onto your stomach, you whimpered at the wasted seed and your lost orgasm.Ā 
He finished stroking himself with a shudder and squeezed out the rest of his spend onto you with a low groan.Ā 
ā€œW-why?ā€ you almost cried as your boyfriend began to clean himself off.Ā 
ā€œGood girls wouldnā€™t cum from their dadā€™s dick-ā€ he tossed you a towel from the hanger on the wall, ā€œI hope youā€™ve learned your lesson, little oneā€.Ā 
ā€œOnce youā€™ve had time to think about your actions and clean up- maybe Iā€™ll consider letting you cumā€ he said before leaving you alone and empty in his dim office.Ā 
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lol I hope you enjoyed :)
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flowersforbucky Ā· 15 days ago
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sucker for you
peter maximoff x reader
word count: 1.2k
i can't stop thinking about how peter would react to reader taking his lollipop from him and putting it in her mouth so here's a little drabble about that
a/n: i should be working on this bucky piece that i started like 3 weeks ago but i just needed to get this out of my system first
warnings/tags: language, use of alcohol (everyone is 21+!!), no use of y/n, peter's pov, and some āœØļøtensionāœØļø
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Peter didn't know it was possible to get so flustered over a human being.
He's never exactly considered himself to be a ladies man, but around you? He's hopeless. A lost cause. Every time he's near you, it feels like his first very day ever interacting with another person.
From the way that your smile reaches your eyes whenever he makes you laugh with a stupid joke to the way that you always smell sweeter than the candy that he eats too much of, he's been a goner for you since the day he first met you.
And the worst part? You seem to know exactly how to make him blush.
As per usual on Friday nights, yours and Peter's group of friends is hanging out in the woods behind the mansion. You're all lounging around a bonfire that Scott works to keep going strong, talking amongst yourself in pairs.
"You know, I heard Warren telling Scott that he's planning on asking you to the winter gala," Jean snickers to you.
Peter isn't trying to eavesdrop, really. Jean just has zero volume control when she has any amount of alcohol in her system. He'd be able to hear every word she's saying even if you and her weren't sitting right next to him.
"What?" Jean demands when you offer no response other than some giggles and a shake of your head. "You've already turned two people down. You're kinda running low on options at this point.ā€
He twists the stem of the cherry flavored lollipop that he's sucking on, trying and failing to focus on whatever it is that Kurt's rambling on about. His body is angled away from yours, but he can feel the vibration of your low laughter from where your shoulder rests against his.
Peter had heard that you've been asked to the gala that Charles throws in the name of the X-Men every year. He couldn't lie, he was relieved when he'd found out that you had shot down the suitors - not that he'd ever have the balls to ask you himself. He had no desire to be added to the list of people that you've rejected to a glorified prom.
ā€œSo? I can go alone. Going alone is better than going with anyone who isn't the person that I actually want to go with,ā€ you answer with a shrug of your shoulders.
Peter tenses at your words, his stomach doing a somersault.
ā€œAnd who would that be?ā€ Jean asks in a teasing voice, almost like she already knows the answer.
Before you can respond, Peter quickly shoots to his feet. Kurt comes to a sudden stop in the middle of a sentence, and both you and Jean turn to look up at him from where you still sit on the old, fallen tree that is being used as a bench.
ā€œWhere're you going?ā€ You ask. Peter knows it's probably wishful thinking, but he can't help but think that there's a hint of disappointment in your voice.
ā€œBack to the mansion. I've gotta take a whiz,ā€ he retorts, hoping he sounds casual. Truthfully, he can't stand the thought of having to hear you say some dude's name in response to Jean's question.
ā€œSince when are you above pissing in the woods?ā€ Scott laughs as he piles some more branches onto the bonfire.
Peter shoots him an obscene gesture, about to bolt in the direction of the mansion when he feels your hand wrap around his from beneath him. You begin to get up, and he instinctively helps pull you into a standing position.
ā€œI'll walk back with you,ā€ you tell him as you drop his hand. ā€œI'm going to grab a few more beers.ā€ You smile at him in the orange glow of the fire and he forgets how to speak. He motions as if to say after you and you begin walking in the direction of the mansion.
He's fully aware that he could have the two of you back to the school in a split-second, but despite how nervous he gets around you, he'd never pass up the opportunity to spend a few moments alone with you. Living here, you're both almost always surrounded by other people. If it's not Jean, it's Storm. If it's not Storm, it's Raven or Hank. If it's it's not ā€“
ā€œI just had to get away from that,ā€ you sigh when the two of you are out of earshot from the others. ā€œI love her, but Jean can be kind of relentless,ā€ you add with a small laugh.
ā€œYou can say that again,ā€ he agrees, his voice mumbled from the lollipop stuffed between his teeth and his check. ā€œJust the other day she was saying that I should ask someone.ā€
ā€œYeah?ā€ You quip, a curious edge to your tone. ā€œAnd are you going to?ā€
ā€œNah,ā€ Peter shrugs, trying to play it cool. ā€œLike you said, it's better to go alone than to go with someone who isn't the person you really like.ā€
ā€œSo what's stopping you from asking her? Is she already going with someone else?ā€
ā€œNo,ā€ he answers, coming to a stop in the middle of the moonlit path the two of you are walking on. ā€œShe's not. But she's already turned down basically everyone in the school, so I don't think I stand much of a chance.ā€
Sometimes Peter starts a sentence without knowing where itā€™s going, but right now even he's shocked by his words. He's not quite sure where the bravery came from, but he can't exactly take it back now. You're not stupid - he knows you can read between the lines to deduce who he's talking about.
You come to a halt, turning back to look at him. He offers a small, nervous smirk and resists the urge to dash away before you can reply to his confession.
ā€œThree people isn't basically everyone in the school,ā€ you chuckle with one of those grins that could bring Peter to his knees. You take a few slow steps towards him, stopping when your chest is just inches from his. Your gaze flickers from his eyes and down to his mouth before you reach a hand up to his face and pinch the stem of his lollipop between your thumb and index finger, plucking it from his mouth.
His eyes widen in surprise, all but bulging out of his head when you pop what's left of the red lollipop into your own mouth. You swirl it around in your mouth, your plump lips wrapped around the stick.
ā€œBut for what it's worth, the whole school could ask me and there's only one person who would get a yes out of me.ā€
You pull the lollipop from between your lips and hold it back up to Peter's mouth, resting it against his bottom lip until he parts them - to speak or to accept the sucker, he's not sure. But he doesn't do anything to stop you when you guide it back inside his mouth, the flavor of the cherry candy and your saliva infiltrating his senses when it meets his tongue.
ā€œJust in case you were wondering,ā€ you shrug, and turn to continue your walk back to the mansion as if you didn't just make his heart combust in his chest.
He speeds after you, deciding that maybe Jean has a point - maybe he should ask someone after all.
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thanks for reading! this was my first time writing for peter, i'd very much appreciate comments/reblogs šŸ’•
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kooqitas Ā· 10 months ago
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... law class & sex ā˜… with: jjk!
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#pairings:Ā teacher!jjk X reader
#synopsis: you didn't think your teacher would notice how desperate you were for his cock
#tags:Ā teacher!jk, pwp, cockslut, rough sex, spanking, semi public sex (?), creampie, vaginal sex, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation,
šŸŒø . . nsfw, +18 |Ā 
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"you fucking pervert. you like this, don't you? is this pussy wet after seeing my class?"
your teacher looks like you are a freak, yeah, maybe you are.
to be honest, it is kinda difficult to explain how this happened. you really have a big crush on your teacher and of course if he asks you to ride on his dick, but he's never made a mention about that, unlike this, he's really so kind and respectful with you and your friends.Ā 
but heā€™s hot. super hot.
you feel your underwear wet after the moment you stepped on the class.
jeon jungkook is your teacher of criminal law, and you really like your teaching methods, but being a young adult in a constant fertile period doesnā€™t help.Ā 
the teacher is so attractive, every part of your body, with the passing of the months you just want to sit on his face and sucking your dick.Ā 
but you always hide this, except for today.
you never felt your pussy so wet when this man started speaking like annalise keating, and your tight pants doesnā€™t help, your thighs make you insane.Ā 
the only thing you can do is take a lollipop and leave it in your mouth, sucking like jungkook's dick.
he got it. you practically devore him with eyes when sucks the candy.
the class is over, so heā€™s calling you.
ā€œwhatā€™s your problem today?ā€
is he looking at your nipples? wow
ā€œexcuse me, sir?ā€
ā€œto be honest, i really receive several proposals to eat my students, but you know, i always declineā€¦ā€
itā€™s true, you always hear your friends say that they have tried something more with jungkook, insinuations, short clothes, inappropriate photos, everything, but he always said ā€œnoā€.Ā 
this is one of the motives you never tried anything.
ā€œi know that, but i canā€™t understand why u tell me this, sirā€¦ā€
ā€œoh! really?ā€ he asked, the mocker tone evident in his voice. ā€œwhat you want of me, sweetheart?ā€
ā€œexcuse me?ā€
oh, jungkook we're going to humiliate you? say that youā€™re a pervert and he never wants anything with you? really?Ā 
ā€œi see how you look to me when sucks that lollipop, i see in your face how that cunt makes you wet at each little word i said.ā€ heā€™s raised, staying in front of you. ā€œyou want that i fuck you, stupid whore?ā€
jungkook's face changed. heā€™s look like a devil, maybe the pleasure, but still a devil.
what the fuck heā€™s doing? all your friends say that he always said ā€œi'm not interesting, byeā€ but why now heā€™s spoken like that?Ā 
ā€œi made a question, because to be honest, iā€™m tired of hiding how much i want to fuck your cute little drippy cunt, of hiding how much i want make you cum on my cock and made you my personal slutā€
ā€œy-yes, i wantā€
he laughed.
"you fucking pervert. you like this, don't you? is this pussy wet after seeing my class?"
so, he stood in front of you, grabbing her waist tightly and sticking his tongue in her mouth.
ā€œthe d-dor.ā€ you said.
ā€œthatā€™s ok, i donā€™t care if someone see i fucking a whore.ā€
without a warning, he lifted your skirt and rubbed his middle finger on you wet underwear. you moaned.
ā€œthis is a good slut, i even need to prepare you with my fingers, you are so wet to my cock, desperate for me to fill you with my sperm, no?ā€ he still rubbed, now your clit, your legs trembled and you feel that you can cum in his fingers. ā€œwe need to be faster, i said that i donā€™t care if someone see, but if this happened we canā€™t play anymoreā€
ā€œp-please.ā€ you even know for what you are asked, have jungkook brushing his middle finger on your clit is like a fucking wet dream.
ā€œcan your sweet and little pussy take my fat cock?ā€ you feel the other hand pinched your nipple, and scream because of the pain. ā€œa word, sweetheart, i need a word because nothing else will make me stop to fuck this hole open.ā€
ā€œi dont need a w-word. i want everything.ā€
he pinched your clit, and you scream again, made him laugh on your ear.
ā€œknew a dumb slut like you was good to me. desperate to feel begging me to defile this tight, no? but i need a word. but i know you won't use it, you're desperate to cry while i tear that pussy apart.ā€Ā 
you said a word, nothing special just ā€œpopcornā€, donā€™t have a motive or anything, is just a random word that you can remember if it is necessary.
you even notice when he removed the belt and underwear, just feel heā€™s dick opening you without any care, it didn't hurt, you were too excited for that, of course, a slight burning but nothing that wasn't pleasurable.
ā€œnow, my favorite student, watch me dick fuck this little hole openā€ he said when he lifted your skirt and grabbed your leg, leaning against the table to leave you open for him.Ā 
jungkook isnā€™t a ā€˜gentlemanā€™ heā€™s fucking you like a toy, the table is shaking because the power of that he hit you and you scream everytime his ball hit in you.
you see his sucking his middle finger and you canā€™t understand what happens, but the confusion soon disappears when you feel him rub his finger wet with spit on you asshole.
ā€œnext time, i use this hole.ā€
ā€œc-cu-ā€
ā€œyou gonna cum?ā€ he let go of your waist to leave a slap on your face. ā€œis your teacher's cock so hot that you're going to cum on it?ā€
ā€œy-yeah.ā€
ā€œso cum, whore!ā€ he slap on your face again, and again.
and when the orgarms finally came, he kissed you trying to muffle your screams.
he continuous to fucking your pussy. you ruined and felt the overstimulation, your body didn't stand up, but his still fucking.
still fucking untill cum on your pussy, the white liquid oozing on you.Ā 
the floor is a mess, the table is a mess, and you is a mess too.
you think that is over, but jungkook got on his knees and sucks you.Ā 
making him swallow your cum and his.
ā€œsoā€¦ā€ she said, standing up and fixing his pants. ā€œi want to fuck you everyday now.ā€
ā€œi'll do anything for my favorite teacher.ā€
ā€œso when you get home, send me a video of your shower. i will be waiting.ā€
šŸŒøĀ . . part 2 maybe?
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ultravioletrayz Ā· 11 months ago
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hii, i hope your day/night has been well !!
i was wondering if i could request husband miguel whoā€™s at the society with chubby/curvy wife where reader is just literally stuck to him like glue because sheā€™s on her period and like also period horny and she desperately wants a lolipop qnd miguel is like totally taking advantage of it by straight up making reader give him a bj for her to satisfy her oral fixation
Holy shit thatā€™s so hot.
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Pairing: miguel oā€™hara x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, oral (m. receiving), size kink (kinda), miguel and reader both being equally needy, public sex? (they do it in miguelā€™s office), miguel gets kind of rough so throat fucking ig, cum eating, awfully translated Spanish
Summary: following your husband around his workplace all day means miguel gets to take full advantage of your currentā€¦ situation šŸ©ø
A/N: someone give reader her lollipop :(
Word Count: 1.6K (unedited)
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At this point, you couldnā€™t tell whether Miguel was genuinely clueless, or just being a dick. Youā€™ve been following him around HQ all day, not wanting to get lost in the hustle and bustle of the Spider Society, all the while trying not to cry out in pain and discomfort from how bad your cramps are getting.
Itā€™s like your body wants you to suffer. The dizzying combination of pain, exhaustion, arousal, and the desperate need to distract yourself with something, anything, is enough to make you scurry away from your husband in desperate search of any kind of relief.
You try to follow the signs and the memory of Miguel showing you around his workplace the first time he had let you visit, making your way into the cafeteria. A few Spider-People look your way, confused as to why Miguel wasnā€™t by your side.
Shyly, you make your way to a few food stands and counters set up throughout the room, asking around if anybody sells a lollipop or anything else that would satisfy your need for distraction. Unfortunately for you, nobody has anything to offer, causing you to smile politely and leave the room, despite how frustrating this whole situation is.
Youā€™ve excused yourself to the bathroom an obscene amount of times, been caught clutching your midsection as a result of your more painful cramps (day 2 fucking sucks), and youā€™ve been biting and chewing at the collar of the cute little blouse youā€™re wearing, which was your first attempt to communicate to Miguel this morning that you are painfully horny. And yet, the man you married for his caring and observant nature was none the wiser.
ā€œĀæAdĆ³nde fuiste?ā€ Miguelā€™s voice booms behind you, causing a startled yelp to leave your lips as you turn on your heels and look up at him. His expression isnā€™t one of anger, like you had expected, itā€™s more amused than anything. (Where did you go?)
ā€œI wanted a lollipop,ā€ You say softly, fiddling with the hem of your blouse as the mere sight of your tall, tan, muscular husband in that skin-tight, holographic suit makes your thighs instinctively clench together. ā€œBut nobody sells them. You should get onto that, Migs.ā€ You joke, trying to focus on anything but the aching in your lower tummy and the arousal pooling in your panties.
ā€œWhy do you want a lollipop? If youā€™re hungry, get something real to eat, cariƱo, a lollipopā€™s not gonna fill you up.ā€ Miguel raises an eyebrow at you, his sharp red eyes full of confusion as he tries to pin your unusual behaviour.
ā€œMiguel, I'm on my period, you idiot.ā€ You giggle, your suspicions regarding Miguelā€™s cluelessness towards your situation being confirmed. It was a bit annoying that despite how long you two have been together, he can still get so caught up in work that he doesnā€™t remember the important things, like when your periodā€™s due and that your oral fixation worsens during that time of the month. But heā€™s too hot to hold a grudge.
Miguelā€™s amused expression drops and he lets out a dramatic sigh, rubbing his temples as he mumbles apologies for his negligence towards your feelings the whole day. ā€œLo siento, querida, I had no idea. Can I do anything to help you?ā€
You smile softly at Miguelā€™s apology, licking your lips and fighting the urge to suck on the fabric of your blouse as you look up at your husband. ā€œI need something to distract me from my cramps. Is there anywhere here that sells lollipops? Maybe one of the kids has candy or something stashed in their lockers?ā€
Miguel tries to hide the devilish smirk that creeps onto his lips as he steps close to you. He rests one of his massive, calloused hands on the back of your head, leaning in to whisper against your ear. ā€œĀæNecesitas chupar algo, nena?ā€ (Need something to suck on, baby?)
You blush, Miguelā€™s teasing comment making you weak in the knees and going straight to your dripping cunt. Your eyes dart around the area the two of you are standing in, terrified one of Miguelā€™s subordinates may have heard him. Once youā€™re sure the two of you are alone, you nod, the needy look on your pretty face causing Miguelā€™s dick to throb in his suit.
With haste, Miguel drags you into his office, your lips crashing against one another as he slams your much smaller frame against the wall, his tongue forcing its way into the warmth of your mouth. One of his hands is buried in the softness of your silky locks, the other cupping your dripping pussy over your jeans, the heel of his palm grinding against your pulsing clit and causing you to whimper against his plump lips.
ā€œFucking lollipop,ā€ Miguel hisses against your lips, his tone dripping with teasing and dominance as he sits down in the nearest desk chair and gestures for you to follow. ā€œIf you wanted to suck my dick that bad, shouldā€™ve just said something, princesa.ā€
Miguel spreads his muscular thighs, and you take it as an invitation to kneel between them. Your head rests on his leg, causing his holographic suit to flicker at the contact. He canā€™t help but chuckle at the adorable sight before him. His pretty little wifey, desperate to feel his heavy dick in her mouth. With a grin on your face, you reach up to tap the glowing screen of Miguelā€™s dimensional travel watch, the bottom half of his Spider-Suit dissolving. His hardened cock springs up, pre already dribbling from his reddened tip just because of how needy you are on your period. It drives him fucking insane.
You wrap your hands around Miguelā€™s shaft, your digits barely enveloping his girthy member, causing him to let out a quiet moan. Your eyes remain glued to his sharp, red ones as your tongue darts out to lick a fat stripe from his swollen balls, along the veins on the underside of his dick, all the way up to his leaky tip. He groans as you plant little kisses against his moist slit, claws protruding from his fingertips and digging into the arms of his chair.
ā€œStop teasing, cariƱo,ā€ Miguel whimpers, hips bucking against your mouth to try and force his cock inside. ā€œI thought you needed this-ā€ Miguelā€™s words are cut off by a loud moan as you unexpectantly give his tip a harsh suck, swirling your tongue around it as you savour the taste of his precum.
He knows that youā€™re overly sensitive and fragile when youā€™re on your period, but the second your moist, plush lips surround his cock, he loses all self-control. You wanted something to suck, something to distract you from your cramps? Miguel was going to give you just that. He grabs you by your hair and bucks his hips upwards, his cock slamming into the back of your throat and causing you to choke and cry. He fucks his dick into the depths of your mouth, eyes rolling back in his head as he pants and moans above you. You hollow your cheeks and rest your hands on the thick flesh of his legs, trying to ground yourself and adjust to the way Miguel smears his precum all over the walls of your mouth.
ā€œLo sientoā€“ Ā”mierda! Lo siento, cariƱo.ā€ Miguel whines, his hold on your hair loosening as you start to bob your head up and down on his length, sucking him off properly now. He reaches out to wipe away your tears, whispering sweet praises to you to make up for his harsh thrusts before. ā€œDoing so good, baby. Keep going.ā€
Saliva drips down your chin as you take as much of Miguel in your mouth as possible, your hands firmly stroking the bottom half of his shaft that isnā€™t inside the gushy warmth of your pretty lips. The weight of Miguelā€™s cock against your tongue, the way his veins pulsate and brush against your lips each time your head rises, and the sight of his head thrown back and his thighs twitching as he gets closer and closer to cumming makes your aching pussy drool, your panties surely ruined by how turned on you are.
ā€œIā€™m- fuck! Iā€™m gonna cum, bebĆ©.ā€ Miguel whines, the muscles in his thick biceps bulging as he grips his chair and lazily fucks into your mouth to reach his release. Feeling his twitching cock filling your mouth makes you moan, the vibrations of your pretty sounds sending Miguel over the edge. His cum coats the inside of your mouth, spurting against the back of your throat as he pants and curses to himself.
You release his softening member with a pop!, licking up the stray ropes of his release that coat his shaft and lap, swallowing his load and making sure to clean him up thoroughly. He chuckles breathlessly at the sight of you being so obedient and he lifts your chin in one hand to stroke his thumb against your cheek.
ā€œGracias, mi reina,ā€ He whispers, enabling his suit once again, his heavy, moist cock disappearing underneath the digital strands of blue and red. ā€œIā€™ll return the favour at home, okay?ā€
You giggle and nod your head in agreement, staring up at your fucked-out husband gratefully.
ā€œCan you still help me find a lollipop to buy?ā€
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December 7, 2005 (Gojo: 16 You: 15)
"You know you're practically a senior citizen now."
Gojo's head whips around, insulted at the idea of being called old. Sure he's got white hair but he's just turned 16, not 61.
"You're only a year younger than me, y'know. You'll be 16 soon too." He grins
Gojo grins as you roll your eyes next to him.
"At least I don't have white hair already." You point out
"Whatever, at least I'm not two inches tall." Gojo laughs, resting an elbow on your head.
"I'm still growing!" You defend, angry at the idea of staying the same height forever. "Get your ugly arm off me!"
"I'll have you know my arm is gorgeous," Gojo says, blue eyes catching the sunlight as he easily matches your pace.
"Mmhmm." You roll your eyes
To keep it simple, Satoru Gojo got under your skin. Perhaps it was that annoying smile or maybe the fact that your clan notoriously hated his. All you knew was that he drove you insane and you wished he'd just disappear so he could never bother you again.
"Where is everyone? I thought we agreed to meet here at 4," Gojo whined next to you.
"Worried your boyfriend stood you up?" You tease. thinking of the dark-haired boy who was usually joined to Gojo's hip most days.
"Suguru would never do that to me." Gojo smiles, unwrapping a lollipop he had stuffed in his pocket.
"I dunno, what if he finally got sick of you, Gojo?" You say, knowing it was impossible.
A soft ding interrupts your conversation with the boy and Gojo fishes his phone out of his pocket.
"HA! Told you he'd never stand me up!"
Gojo's phone is obnoxiously close to your face as he prompts you to read his chat with Geto.
On our way. Nanami needed to be convinced.
Another ding sounds and a picture of your fellow first years pops up Haibara is dragging Nanami down the sidewalk by his arms.
"Idiots." You murmur
"I see that smile! You got a crush on Nanamin?" Gojo's voice fills your ears as his pointer finger pokes at your face
"Piss off, Gojo." You groan "I hope one of Geto's curses eat you."
April 2006 (Gojo: 16 You: 15)
"You totally just cheated!" You accuse the blonde across from you
"Have you considered that you're just terrible at Jenga?" Nanami asked
"Have you considered that you just moved the table during my turn so you'd win and not me!" You groan
"It's just Jenga, Zenin. We can just start over." Haibara points out
"Not with a cheater playing." You roll your eyes
Haibara smiles as he begins to pick up the fallen blocks from the floor. You had been on edge for a few days now and your temper was beginning to get a bit out of hand. He had asked Nanami what he thought was the matter and the two of them had come to the conclusion that it had to do with your visit with the head of the Zenin clan.
"That's enough for today. I'm going to take a nap." Nanami declares
"Ugh, what a party pooper." Haibara teases, elbowing you.
"In case you forgot, Zenin here did me the favor of hitting me hard enough that I nearly passed out today in training." Nanami reminds the two of you.
Ah right, that. You had gone a bit too hard today sparring with Nanami.
"Oh, I forgot about that," Haibara says
"Yes. You should let Zenin get some rest. Her technique is draining, she's said so herself.
Sure, Phantom wasn't exactly easy to pull off but you wanted to keep playing. You wanted to kick Nanami's ass in Jenga.
"Alright. Let's eat dinner together tonight though. I have these awesome cookies in my room you'll both like." Haibara declares before following Nanami out of your room.
Perhaps Nanami was correct, a nap did sound enjoyable right now. A quick nap and then maybe you'd cook something to share with the boys tonight. Perhaps a couple of rice balls or maybe some chicken.
No sooner had you gotten comfortable under your blankets that your door swung open and Gojo was running into your room, Geto close on his heels.
"Satoru, you should always knock on a girl's door before barging in." Geto scolds his friend for you.
"It's fine, Suguru. It's not like she's getting changed or anything." Gojo grins looking down at you who had remained buried under your covers.
"And what if I was?" You scowl from your blankets
"I would've screamed in horror and asked Suguru to exorcise you." Gojo says flashing that oddly charming smile of his.
You're sure he could get away with murder if he just flashed those pearly whites.
You ignore the flutter of butterflies in your stomach as you sit up.
"I was about to take a nap but I guess it can wait." You say
"A nap? What are you four?" Gojo teases
"Yeah probably." You agree
"Not everyone is as energetic as you are Satoru." Geto reminded the white haired boy
"Yeah, what Geto said. Not everyone is a walking ball of energy." You say
Geto had always been your favorite of Jujutsu High's strongest duo. He didn't call you short or try to steal your food. Or maybe it was his long hair that seemed to always look better than yours.
Plus then there was that time Gojo snuck into your room to try and shave your eyebrows off. Sometimes you swore the elders of the Gojo clan were sending the six eyes user after you on purpose.
"Whatever, loser." Gojo said trying to reach and mess up your hair.
"Would you stop that! I'm not a child!" You groan
"Then why're you the size of one?" Gojo laughs
Even Geto laughed at that one as you shove Gojo out of the way.
"Why are you two even here? Can't you go bother Shoko for once?" You ask
"Shoko said you've been in a bad mood the past few days." Geto started
"So we've come to cheer you up!" Gojo finished
You watched wide-eyed as Gojo dumped the bag he was holding onto your bed. Every possible sweet fell out accompanied by different DVDs.
"For the record, I told him it was too much candy but he didn't listen," Geto says as Gojo riffles through the movie choices.
One DVD case catches your eye as Gojo argues with Geto about his sugar choices.
"Are you a Rachel McAdams fan, Gojo?" You ask as you hold up Mean Girls.
"Duh." Gojo grins before swiping the case from your hand to pop it into the player you had
"Raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by Regina George."
"Y'know you're kinda like Regina, Satoru," Geto says observing the movie.
"Am not." Gojo rolls his eyes sipping at his soda
"Sure you are." Geto smiles
"Yeah right." Gojo scoffs "Whaddaya think, Zenin?"
Gojo looked at you for an answer but was met with you asleep next to him, head resting on one of those massive stuffed animals you kept. You're drooling a bit and he can't help but think that you're a bit cute like this.
He reaches to shake you awake, determined to get your opinion on whether or not he is like a spoiled teenage girl.
"Let her rest. I heard that her and the other first years went pretty hard today training. Nanami took a big blow to the head from her using her technique." Geto stopped his best friend
"I wish she'd show me her technique. She explained it to me once but I still don't get it." Gojo huffed
"I'm pretty sure Phantom just multiplies her and then she closes the distance with her real body. I watched her use it on Haibara a few months ago." Geto explains
"Whatever...I still want to see it with my own eyes." Gojo declared
The TV hummed softly as they sat in silence while Regina George got hit by a bus after rushing out of her school.
"Why do you think she's been in such a bad mood recently? I heard her yelling about Jenga earlier." Geto asked
"I'm not entirely sure but I think it probably has to do with Nabito Zenin." Gojo said "His archaic way of doing things is probably upsetting her. I heard that she had some meeting with him recently."
Geto lets out a soft hum of acknowledgment.
"Nabito is probably trying to stick her in some arranged marriage. I wouldn't be surprised if it was with his own brat, Naoya." Gojo elaborates
"You know a lot about the Zenin Clan, Satoru," Geto points out
"Well the last Six Eyes and Infinity user was killed by one of them, so I think I'm entitled to a little knowledge. " Gojo defends
"Yeah, yeah. Maybe you should try to be a little nicer to her though, especially if you know what might be going on with her clan." Geto suggests
"I'm perfectly nice." He defends
"Yesterday you said you were going to shave her head in her sleep because she ate one of your french fries."
"I was joking!"
November 2006 (Gojo: 16 You: 16)
"Happy Birthday, Zenin!" Haibara called "Have fun with your family!"
You smiled and waved at Haibara and Nanami as you got into the car that had been sent to pick you up.
Fun. This trip would be anything but fun.
Snow was falling as you entered your childhood home. The soft scent of lavender filled your nose and calmed your nerves.
"You're back! I'm still cooking!" Your mother exclaimed as she emerged from the kitchen
"Yeah, there wasn't much traffic." You reply, trying to release yourself from her bone-crushing hug. Seriously with her strength, she'd probably be able to exercise curses.
"Go wash up. Your father will be back soon and he is bringing Nabito-san and his son." Your mother says
Dinner is quiet. Or rather you're quiet next to your mother while Nabito and your father discuss something about cursed techniques and something about Toji Zenin's kid.
"Your face is plain." the boy across from you suddenly says
Your mother momentarily freezes but quickly regains her composure.
"Yes well, sometimes plain features are best. Just think you wouldn't want every man looking at your wife." Your mother says
Did she just agree to you being plain featured? You looked like her for crying out loud!
"Whatever," Naoya mumbled before shoving more rice into his mouth.
What a pig.
You're not entirely sure why it's happening. Perhaps it was the dinner with Naoya that had your brain going crazy. But ever since you got back from your parents' home you can't stop staring at Gojo. Was it because he represented everything your clan hated? Or maybe it was because he was insufferably annoying? Whatever the reason, you swore he was drawing you in.
"You should stop staring. You might put a hole in his head." Shoko says
"I wasn't-"
"Don't lie to me." Shoko smiles knowingly
You definitely weren't staring at Satoru Gojo. Nope. Not in a million years. And you definitely didn't get butterflies whenever he looked your way. That would be ridiculously, ridiculous.
August 2007 (Gojo: 17 You: 16)
"I don't get why I wasn't assigned with you two. I mean we're always going on missions together." You grumble
"They probably need you to help Gojo train more. Your technique is perfect for him to strengthen his Six Eyes, Zenin." Haibara points out
"It's just a grade two. We'll be back before sundown." Nanami assures
"Yeah, then we can watch a movie and get fat off popcorn," Haibara says
"I'm choosing tonight. I don't want to watch another Pirates of the Caribbean movie." Nanami declares
"But Jack Sparrow is so sexy!" You groan
Haibara laughs in agreement with you.
"See you later, Zenin! I can't wait to bully Nanami into watching Pirates of the Caribbean with you tonight!" Haibara declares
See you later, Zenin!
See you later.
You should've gotten into that damn car with them. Your technique was better than both of theirs. Maybe if you had...just maybe you wouldn't be staring down at half of your friend.
Geto was next to you, looking down at his body, He was silent, long hair blocking his face from you.
Nanami sat behind you, a damp cloth over his eyes.
"You need to rest for now, Nanami," Geto suggests, his soft voice filling the silence.
"Damn it. I should've gone with you two." You say, your voice dripping in regret.
"You could've gotten killed too, Zenin." Nanami sighs, his voice is tight like he's holding back tears.
A soft summer breeze blows through your hair as you sit on a bench. You had left Geto and Nanami with Haibara, not wanting to see the bloody sheet he was under anymore.
"Hey."
You glance up from where you had been picking at your nails, willing yourself to hold it together.
Gojo stood over you, hand stretched out with a piece of candy in it.
"I heard what happened." He said sitting next to you as you unwrapped the candy and popped it in your mouth.
"You wanna talk about it?" Gojo asked
"Not really." You sighed
"You don't seem too sad," Gojo said quietly
"I think I will be...later on. Once I'm alone." You say
"Yeah, me too." He replied.
Silence enveloped the two of you as you focused on the taste of the candy in your mouth.
"I gave you the green apple. It's my least favorite." Gojo said
"Thanks." You reply
September 2007 (Gojo: 17 You: 16)
In accordance with Jujutsu regulations, Geto Suguru is sentenced to death.
For once in his life Gojo Satoru is not buzzing around you like an excited puppy. You can see him, sitting alone on the steps of Jujutsu High.
The deaths of 112 people including his own parents rests on Geto's hands. You couldn't believe it when Nanami read the report to you. But now, seeing Gojo alone confirmed it.
You don't know what you're going to say to Gojo as you approach him. What do you say to the person who's just lost their best friend to a life of being a curse user?
"I know you're lurking back there," Gojo says
Damn it.
"I wanted to give you this." You mumble tossing him a lollipop before sitting next to him, probably a bit too close for someone who swore you weren't interested in him.
Gojo softly smiles and accepts the candy.
"Did he say what he wants to do next?" You ask
"He wants to exterminate all non-sorcerers from the world," Gojo says
An unattainable goal.
"That's impossible." You say
"That won't stop him." Gojo points out
A soft weight taps you and the sweet scent of Satoru Gojo's shampoo fills your nose as he rests his head on your shoulder.
"I'm sure you'll see him again. Even if it's not for a long time, you'll talk to each other again." You assure him.
"Yeah, I hope so," Gojo admits
His voice is a whisper in the breeze, a prayer for the future.
Christmas 2009 (Gojo: 20 You: 19)
"You have to stay quiet, Gojo!" You groan looking at your friend next to you
"This costume is so itchy though! The beard is gonna make my skin all red!" He whines
"Suck it up." You command
Gojo lets out another groan but helps you finish arranging the copious amounts of gifts he had ended up buying for Megumi and Tsumiki.
"Alright, it's perfect. Now go stand next to the tree."
Gojo listens to you and lets out a huff of embarrassment when you snap his picture.
"That better be for your eyes only." He says
"Oh definitely don't worry about it." You brush him off before quickly sending the picture off to Nanami and Shoko. They're sure to get a kick out of it.
"Remind me why I asked you to help with these brats again," Gojo says as he notices you sending his picture.
"Cuz' these brats would be dead if you were the only one watching them, Gojo." You say
"I'm a great caregiver." He says
"You wanted to get Megumi a pink tutu for Christmas." You say
"He would've looked great!" Gojo defends
"He would've set his Demon Dogs after you." You say
"Would not."
"Would too."
"Would not!'
"Would too!"
"What's going on?"
You and Gojo stop your bickering to see sleepy-eyed children hovering on the steps, dark hair out of place and a frizzy mess atop their little heads.
"Santa and I were just arguing about what cookie is best!" You grin
"That's not Santa. That's Gojo in that costume you ordered off Amazon last week." Megumi points out. "I saw the order details on your laptop."
Who the hell does this kid think he is?
"What? No! This is the real Santa from the North Pole!" You scramble
"Megumi, just go with it!" Tsumiki whispers to her little brother, "They obviously don't know Santa's not real!"
Is it a crime to toss a child out a window?
"The jig is up!" Gojo declares beside you as he rips off his fake beard. "Now let's get to the real fun stuff! Mistletoe!"
Gojo grabs a sprig of mistletoe from between the couch cushions. Curse him and his hiding spots.
"Pucker up, hot stuff!" Gojo says as he reaches for you and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you close.
"Gross." You say pushing his face away from you, you hope he can't see how red you are.
Why the hell was he like this? The past few months Gojo had been all over you. Be it flirty gestures or just plain Gojo weirdness, he was consuming every bit of you and you weren't sure if it was a bad thing.
"You're blushing," Megumi says
"Aha! I knew you wanted a kiss from me!" Gojo exclaims chasing after you as you try to escape up the stairs.
Seriously, is it a crime to toss a kid out a window?
March 2011 (Gojo: 21 You: 20)
The harsh slam of the front door wakes Gojo from the peace that had taken over the house. Megumi and Tsumiki had gone to bed and he was kicked back on the sofa, face mask on and Harry Potter was running on TV.
"I'm going to seriously kill that asshole one day." You groan as you rummage through the fridge
"I take it the meeting with Naoya didn't go well," Gojo said
"Didn't go well is the understatement of the millennium." You groan sitting down next to him a slice of cold pizza in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.
"Tell me about it," Gojo says pulling your feet into his lap.
He listens to you vent about your "fiance" and how annoying he is. Naoya wants you to cut your hair a certain way and to stop wearing the color red. Apparently, you also need to start wearing lipstick now according to the man as well.
"Honestly I hope he gets hit by a bus tomorrow." You groan "And what the hell is wrong with my hair?"
"Nothing. I think it suits you nicely." Gojo smiles, knowing it's true. You're as pretty as a picture even when you're mad at the world.
"Thanks." You sigh "That wasn't the worst of it though"
"Oh? What else did the scumbag say this time?" Gojo asked, genuinely curious
"Well beyond my appearance, he asked if I was still a virgin today." You say
"Are you?"
"Ow!" Gojo yelps as he rubs his arm where you punched him
"Yeah, I am you idiot!" You seethe, placing your wine and half-eaten pizza on the coffee table, "He's only asking cuz' he found out that I'm spending time around you and I guess he's worried about impurity."
"We're just friends," Gojo says "Besides who cares if a girl's slept with someone before? I know I wouldn't."
His words feel like glue in his mouth. Can you tell he wants to be more than friends?
"I know that, and you know that. But he must think I'm whoring myself out to you in exchange for a place to live." You say sadly
Gojo can sense that Naoya's words are under your skin and bouncing around in that pretty head of yours. A head that should only be filled with the happiest of thoughts, preferably ones with him in it.
"Hey, forget about him. It's none of his business what company you keep and what you look like." He assures, reaching his arms out to pull you into his side.
"He's technically my fiance y'know." You sigh as you let him reposition your body so your head rests on his chest. "I'm supposed to want to please him since he's a man."
There's that stupid Zenin clan mindset, that Gojo can't stand.
"Screw that! Pleasing someone just cuz they're a guy is so 200 years ago." He says
"Tell me about it." You groan
"I could just send a hollow purple his way if you want." Gojo suggests, fully serious "Just a small one. It would be the perfect way to get rid of him."
"And what? Start a full-on war between two ancient clans over me?" You laugh
"Of course," Gojo confirms, pulling you closer to him
To him, you're worth starting a thousand wars if it means you'll finally let him be by your side all the time.
"By the way, is that a charcoal mask?" You ask
"Yup. Got it from the mall today, gotta stay hot for the single ladies out there."
"Gojo?"
"Yeah?"
"You're a really weird guy."
December 2011 (Gojo: 22 You: 21)
"We have to stay quiet, 'gumi." The girl reminds her little brother
"What's the point? How do we even know they'll like this?" He asked
"Who wouldn't enjoy breakfast in bed?" Tsumiki asked
She had a point.
"Yeah, but Gojo and Zenin don't even sleep in the same room. So are we surprising them separately?" Megumi asked as he poured orange juice into cups, he didn't think he had the balance to make it up the stairs with a tray of food.
"Nope! I checked Gojo's room before I woke you up. They're in his room together. I think she had a nightmare or something last night." Tsumiki says, "And we're not supposed to call her Zenin, remember? She said we could just use her first name."
"Oh, right," Megumi says
The couple? No, friends? Whatever they were, the two individuals that had taken him and his sister in were odd. Megumi was sure that Gojo was insane or maybe missing a piece of his brain. Just the other day Gojo had dangled him out the window for asking why he owned pink underwear as a 22-year-old. It was a genuine question on Megumi's part. As for you, you were definitely his favorite. You didn't try to dangle him out windows or mess up his hair, and most importantly you didn't constantly ask about his cursed technique.
Gojo was definitely the more annoying out of the two of you. How you put up with him was a mystery to Megumi. Tsumiki had once said that there was a "budding romance" between Gojo and You. Megumi thought she was reading too many of those romance books you bought her. Of course, he understood why she was saying that. You and Gojo were clearly close to each other, not to mention sometimes you even slept in each other's bedrooms. And then of course there's the many times when you're cooking and Gojo would wrap his arms around you from behind.
Alright, fine maybe Tsumiki was right about the romance.
"Alright, they're done. What do you think?" Tsumiki asks as she places two plates of something on the tray that sits in front of him.
"What are they?" He asks
"They're pancakes." Tsumiki blinked at Megumi as though it was obvious
"Right, of course." Megumi didn't want to make her angry, after all the last time they got in a fight Tsumiki pulled his hair so hard he swore he was partly bald in that spot for months.
"Ok lets go. You get the silverware and the drinks." She says
Gojo's bedroom is so dark, that Megumi nearly trips on his own feet as he blindly follows his sister.
Tsumiki carefully set the tray of food on the desk that was covered in various papers and candy wrappers. Why was Gojo such a slob? Tsumiki pulls the curtains open so the morning light can invade the space.
Megumi carefully observes the pair in bed. Gojo's arm is wrapped securely around you and your head rests on his chest. Megumi finds himself wondering if his father and mother were ever like this. Not that it matters since he can't even remember either of them.
"Surprise!" Tsumiki shouts and Gojo's eyes fly open
"Whaaats going on?" You ask groggily
"We made breakfast!" Tsumiki smiles placing the tray in front of the two adults.
"I have orange juice." Megumi mumbles
"Oh wow!" You smile, rubbing at your eyes, and immediately sit up.
"What is it?" Gojo asks, white hair messier than usual.
Megumi knew it wasn't obvious that they were pancakes.
"Pancakes of course!" You smile at them and Megumi doesn't miss how you pinch Gojo and whisper "be nice" to the white-haired man.
"They have blueberries in them," Megumi says
Gojo's face falls at the idea of a breakfast lacking sugar.
"And chocolate chips." Tsumiki chimes in
Gojo's face is all smiles again as he cuts into the food.
"How is it?" His sister eagerly asks
"It's wonderful. Delicious. Thank you, Tsumiki and Megumi." You compliment
A wide smile breaks out across his sister's face and she grabs Megumi by the arm.
"Alright, we'll let you two eat in peace then." She smiles, practically skipping out of the room.
Just before Megumi closes the door, hushed voices reach his ears.
"Can I spit this out now? I don't think it's edible." Gojo asks
"I think mine has some eggshell in it." You reply
Hushed laughter follows and Megumi smiles to himself. Sure, the two of you were crazy but he wouldn't trade it for the world.
February 2012 (Gojo: 22 You: 21)
Gojo was sure he was actually insane. What the hell was he thinking buying this for you?
The ruby red box felt like a lead weight in his pocket as he approached you while you were slicing vegetables for tonight's supper. Maybe he shouldn't do this while you had a knife in your hand. What if you stabbed him? Well, his infinity would catch it, but still.
"Can I uh...talk to you?" He asked, well...no going back now
"Yeah, what's up?" You ask
"Can I talk to you without the knife in your hand?" He asks
"Satoru Gojo what did you do?" You accuse, immediately focusing on you
"Nothing! Why do you assume I did something?!" He cries
"Because the last time you started a sentence with "without the knife in your hand" You had encouraged Megumi to fight his school bully and then you got a call that Megumi punched a girl two years younger than him." You say
Oh right. He forgot about that.
"Alright well, no children were harmed this time. Now put the knife down." He said
You listen and he takes a big breath, he's going to need all the oxygen for this one.
"Look it might be stupid and I know Valentine's Day was last week but I got you something and I wanted to give it to you. I've actually had it since December but I keep chickening out" He explained fishing the box out of his pocket
"If that's an engagement ring I'll get the knife back out." You say eying him suspiciously.
"What? No! That would be crazy." Gojo laughs, he can feel his face burning. Fuck...he must be bright red.
"Alright good." You say taking the box
Gojo fidgets with the string that's sticking out of the sleeve of his shirt as you look at what he's done.
"Do you uh like it?" He asked
"I do. Why'd you get it for me?" You ask
Wasn't it obvious? He'd buy the whole universe for you if he could.
"You really don't have any idea?" He asks
"No...I don't." You say
Your face is relaxed, you're definitely not lying to him. You seriously have no idea that he's totally obsessed with you!
"Are you gonna say it? I still have to cut some carrots up." You sigh
Gojo lets out a noise that's so insane sounding he swears he got possessed by some evil spirit.
"I got it cuz' I thought it'd look great on you!" The words are coming out of his mouth like vomit, " And I really uh...uhm...I like you."
The last bit is so quiet he's sure you didn't hear it.
"Wow did I just get a shoujo romance confession from the Satoru Gojo himself?" You tease as his gaze remains fixed on his feet.
"Whatever. If you don't want it I'll take it back tomorrow." He grumbled
Silence falls over the two of you like a blanket and Gojo wishes he could bury himself alive. Of course, she's making fun of you! She's engaged! She's been engaged since she was 15! One necklace won't change that! Sure, her fiance was a total buttwipe but still...
"Satoru,"
His first name coming from your lips for the first time ever has his gaze snapping back up. He wishes that you'd say his name like that forever.
"I'm only teasing you. I like you too. I have for a while." You admit
"How long is a while?" He prods, suddenly filled with confidence
"None of your business, mister. Are you going to help me put this on?" You gesture to the box
Gojo is as gentle as he can be as he clips the necklace behind your neck.
"How do I look?" You ask
"Perfect." He smiles and pulls you towards him.
"I smell, Satoru. I haven't gotten to shower yet and I exrocsied a curse at a school earlier." You softly say
"Mmm, you smell good to me." Gojo says "You're always absolutely perfect. And now you're all mine."
An elated giggle leaves his body as he finally gets to kiss you for the first time. If only his 17-year-old self could see him now.
"That's disgusting."
You jump away from him and he wishes you hadn't.
"Megumi, how was school?" You ask and Gojo doesn't miss the way you're obviously flustered.
"It was good. Until I came home to see that." He says
"Well get used to it cuz' you'll be seeing a lot more of it." Gojo grins as he pulls you towards him and tosses an arm around your shoulders.
"She's all mine now, little man. You're not allowed to give her a Valentine's Day card ever again!"
"Satoru, stop that!"
"So are you two finally dating?" Tsumiki asked hopefully
"Course' we are. You don't come home to two people sucking face and expect them not to be officially a couple."
Gojo deserves the punch to the stomach you give him before resuming your vegetable cutting.
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xixovart Ā· 2 months ago
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lost trio headcanons because theyre my mini fixation for the day
for starters iā€™d like to remind you that the first time jason felt like a person and not a soldier was when he was with leo and piper
ok now actual headcsnons
jasonā€™s hair grew out after a bit and ended up covering the scar (ā€œundercutā€) he has on the side of his head from that one bullet. leo likes to surprise people by putting jasonā€™s hair up bc its funny to see their reactions
l: ā€œand lookā€”secret undercut!!ā€
j: ā€œitā€™s not an undercut leo, itā€™s a scarā€
p: ā€œthe bullet didnā€™t even touch your skin drama queenā€
j: ā€œmightā€™ve. my head couldā€™ve exploded andā€”ā€œ
[groaning and arguing and leo laughing]
ā€”canon convo guys rick told me
leo knows a lot of car games which is very beneficial for long days on the argo ii
piper always has a lollipop in her mouth and no one knows where they come from
leo comes up with the oddest nicknames and piper and jason are just. so used to it? jason could be talking to like reyna or smth and leo will come up to him and say
l: ā€œoh hey jason gracer razor blazerā€
j: ā€œhi leoā€
r: ā€œwhat the fuckā€
leo is really bad at picking up social clues so jason does it for him
the wildnerness school had a really early curfew that piper and leo blatantly ignored
they would stay out and wander the halls and hide in classrooms whenever a teacher was nearby
leo was poor and homeless, jason was raised with no regards to currency, spending, or finances, and piper is a nepo baby. the ultimate trio dynamic. arguing for hours about whether $50 is a lot or not (it is.)
leo shares food as a love language
jason loves video games, surprisingly enough (mario kart. MARIO KART.)
piper is constantly taking leoā€™s and jasonā€™s stuff. hair ties, jewelry, mostly clothes, also mostly food, leoā€™s homework,
the trio has a movie marathon every friday night. thereā€™s blanket forts, gummy worms, matching pjs, and fairy lights involved. they borrow rachelā€™s cave, since cabin 1 is too depressing and the aphrodite and hephaestus cabins are way too packed (sometimes rachel hangs around for a bit :D)
picture me this. itā€™s winter, the lake is frozen over. they somehow find ice skates. utter chaos. leo fancies himself a figure skater, jason is on all fours because he keeps falling, and piper actually did figure skating as a kid
GUYS GUYS THE TRIO GOING ON A QUEST AND HAVING TO HIJACK AN UPPER-CLASS PARTY/GATHERING IM LOSING MY SHIT IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES
im gonna have to draw this but like
piper giving them very strict instructions on what to do and what not to do (they end up forgetting half of it)
yk that one quote from new girl?
ā€œwhere are you piper?? this place is fancy and i donā€™t know which fork to kms withā€
thatā€™s leo
jason just hanging around quietly and not engaging in conversation and keeping everyone under close radar like the little fucking wolf he is
everyone ends up thinking heā€™s a bodyguard
the trio just goes along with it
YH THATS IT I HAVE MORE I THINK BUT THIS IS GETTING WAY TOO LONG SOOO BYE LOSERS GOODNIGHT AND DONR FORGET RO SLEEP EAT AND DRINK WATER (you hear that, @kindred-spirit-93? water. not pink milk. water./j)
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sourcherryandsprinkles Ā· 9 months ago
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please do something with peter parker for vday. I miss you writing for him
I started writing this one last year for Valentine's Day...forgive me for the long wait
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ā€˜ā€™No, you donā€™t understand, Ned. It needs to be perfect,ā€™ā€™ Peter explained, turning to his best friend for help.
ā€˜ā€™My longest and only relationship lasted about sixty hours, so Iā€™m not really the one to come to for Valentineā€™s Day gift ideas.ā€™ā€™Ā 
ā€˜ā€™Uncle Ben always gave May flowers and chocolate.ā€™ā€™ And Peter always tried to steal chocolate from the box. ā€˜ā€™But Y/N is Mr. Starkā€™s daughter, I canā€™t just buy her flowers and chocolate. Sheā€™ll think Iā€™m poor.ā€™ā€™Ā 
ā€˜ā€™Didnā€™t you tell me this morning that you only have five dollars in your pockets?ā€™ā€™ Ned recalled, taking one of the homemade cookies his lola had put into his lunch bag and taking a bite. There was one for Peter too, but he was too busy worrying and panicking.
Peter groaned and hid his face in his crossed arms, frustrated and desperate. Being broke was a second problem to his Valentineā€™s Day plan. ā€˜ā€™What am I gonna do? Valentineā€™s Day is in two days. I canā€™t not get her anything.ā€™ā€™Ā 
ā€˜ā€™If you go back to the roots of Valentineā€™s Day, itā€™s about celebrating love. You donā€™t have to spend money to show someone you love them.ā€™ā€™ Peter opened his mouth, but Ned spoke first. ā€˜ā€™Even if sheā€™s a Stark and bathes in money,ā€™ā€™ he added. ā€˜ā€™She didnā€™t fall in love with you because of your economic status, she fell in love because of who you are.ā€™ā€™
On the big day, Peter set everything up in his living room. May was on a date with Happy, so he had the apartment to himself ā€” until 10pm. He didnā€™t have a projector, so he made one with a shoebox and a magnifying glass, and hung a sheet to one of the walls to turn into a screen. He made cheese pastas and brought over the single chocolate cupcake he was able to afford.Ā 
He was nervous, constantly checking his phone waiting for your ā€˜Iā€™m hereā€™ text. When he finally got it, Peter rushed to the door, smoothing his button up and fixing his hair before opening. If he was this nervous for Valentineā€™s Day, he didnā€™t want to imagine the nervous wreck he would be at his wedding.Ā 
Not that he was planning on getting married anytime soon.Ā 
ā€˜ā€™Happy Valentineā€™s Day,ā€™ā€™ you said with a smile on your glossy lips.Ā 
Peter said the words back and let you in, gulping when his eyes fell on the small gift bag you were holding. You set it down on the table to take off your coat and boots, revealing a pink sweater and a sparkly necklace that cost probably more than anything in May's apartment.
You followed Peter to the living room, excitement bubbling in your stomach when seeing the frozen image of your favorite rom-com projected on the wall.Ā  ā€˜ā€™You made this?ā€™ā€™Ā 
Peter gave you a small nod. Projectors were easy to make. He learned how in a science book for kids when he was nine. May was so impressed when he showed her his ā€˜magic boxā€™.Ā 
ā€˜ā€™Itā€™s not much, butā€”ā€™ā€™ he started to say, but you shut him up with a kiss.Ā 
ā€˜ā€™Stop it,ā€™ā€™ you said, guessing his train ofĀ  thoughts. ā€˜ā€™This is the best Valentineā€™s Day gift ever.ā€™ā€™Ā 
You never had another valentine before him ā€” beside the little boys in middle school who sent you cards and heart lollipopsĀ  ā€”, but Peterā€™s gift came from the heart. It was thoughtful and personal, therefore meant a lot to you.Ā 
After eating the pastas, you handed Peter the gift bag. He was nervous just from holding it.Ā 
He slowly pulled out the festive tissue papers and groaned when seeing a red and blue plush toy. ā€˜ā€™Spiderman? Really?ā€™ā€™ Peter made an annoyed face. He didn't want to come off as ungrateful, but he was getting tired of the jokes with the Spiderman merch he had no control over.Ā 
ā€˜ā€™Press his chest,ā€™ā€™ you instructed, ignoring his complaints.
Peter gave you a confused look, but listened. ā€˜ā€™I love you, my Spidey,ā€™ā€™ the toy said.
You watched his expressions shift from confusion to surprise, Peterā€™s eyes widening when he recognized the sound of your voice. A genuine smile spread across his face, the small plush taking a whole other meaning. ā€˜ā€™That's your voice,ā€™ā€™ he whispered, still holding the talking Spiderman plush.Ā 
You nodded, the sparks in Peterā€™s eyes telling you that no expensive gift could have matched this one. He was truly touched. ā€˜ā€™I know you donā€™t like when I get you expensive things, so I didnā€™t get you a new watch,ā€™ā€™ you explained, thinking back at the Cartier watch you hesitated on last week. He would have hated it.Ā 
Turning toward you, Peter enveloped you in a hug to properly thank you.Ā 
Your arms wrapped around him in return. ā€˜ā€™Even when Iā€™m not with you, youā€™ll always have something to remind you that I love you.ā€™ā€™Ā 
ā€”
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lets-try-some-writing Ā· 5 months ago
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Since you said Jack sometimes does a whistle to purposely get Arceeā€™s attention and Miko would try to, would these two take advantage of other human things bots donā€™t yet understand how it works? Like Jack telling Arcee that if Arcee donā€™t take him on a drive he might start aging much faster from being upset, and Miko telling Bulkhead that her brain will downgrade and go numb if she donā€™t get enough stimulation.
Oh heck yeah. The kids would absolutely abuse the bots relative lack of education and make the best of it.
Jack is by far one of the nicest in his manipulations and generally keeps it to things such as having Arcee take him to see cool new places with the groundbridge because, quote: "A human adolescent who doesn't travel and experience new things will have their brains begin to rot and turn into creatures we call ghouls."
Arcee has no clue what a human ghoul is, but she knows the stories of ghouls back on Cybertron. Flesh eating creatures that devour not only energon, but also organs and pieces of the frame. The idea that a young human may turn into something like that absolutely terrifies her, at least if that human were to be Jack. She makes it a point to take Jack out once a week with her on patrols around the globe in order to protect him from that fate. Ratchet and Optimus are fully aware of the fact that Jack is full of slag when it comes to that particular tidbit, but they let it be since it gets Arcee out of the base.
Miko abuses the ever loving crap out of the bots ignorance. She has firmly made Bulkhead believe that if she isn't allowed to fight, her instincts will deteriorate and she will become braindead. Bulkhead, terrified of that outcome, has now been forced to set up sparring sessions for Miko to compensate for lack of actual combat. Wheeljack for his part has been roped into believing that if Miko isn't allowed to use weaponry and train with it, she will quite literally become thin as a reed since humans need tools to grow (her words, not the wreckers). Smokescreen has also reached a point of fanaticism when it comes to one of Miko's ploys. She told him one time that if she doesn't get at least one lollipop a day, her blood sugar will drop and she will fall into a coma. Smokescreen carries around a bag of candy just to be safe.
Rafael is a little nicer, but he will fight for more screen time by making it clear to Bumblebee that computer lights actually help improve his vision. The more computer light he gets, the better his vision will be temporarily. Bumblebee doesn't know how that is supposed to work, but humans are weird. So he just kinda... lets Rafael abuse his computer rights in base since it supposedly does good things for his eyes. Ratchet hasn't caught on yet. Ratchet also hasn't figured out that Rafael is totally playing him when he asks Ratchet for stories in order to help him retain his memory. Rafael has woven quite that tale that essentially boils down to him needing stories in order to keep his memory top notch. Ratchet hasn't figured out its a bunch of slag yet.
Optimus is one of the few bots no one can pull any fast ones on...
Except Fowler
Fowler has convinced Optimus that he should be allowed to drive Optimus's alt-mode at least once a month in order to keep his joints from withering away. Optimus has wondered why Fowler can't use another vehicle to work his joints, but Fowler always says its easier with Optimus just because if his joints give out, Optimus will be there to help him out.
Optimus questions this logic more and more when Fowler urges him to drive FAR over the speed limit on back roads.
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longagoitwastuesday Ā· 3 months ago
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Actually, if I think about it, it kinda feels like Nobara was going to be it since the beginning. Gojo makes that very shady comment about how she has a very interesting technique in one of the very first chapters. It had me wondering and rewatching a few times, looking for what I was missing, but I couldn't think of anything and left it be
Inside me there are two wolves (I love Nobara and Gojo, I'm not sure at all I want them alive)
#Considering he wanted to seal Sukuna for good if he already had a plan in motion when it came to sealing Sukuna without killing Yuji#It makes sense he'd be interested in how Nobara's technique in full potential could be key to achieve such goal#It goes well again with how he is both caring and carelessā€š both a dear with the kids and manipulative#How he regards them as kids deserving of youth and meals out and fun and also pawns#I could eat this man like an apple or a lollipop for real#No. Something more juicy#One of those very juicy fruits that have you drenched to the elbows#Everything is sticky and messy and kind of disgusting while eating them but god do they taste delicious#Like a ripe plum#You feel the tension of the skin under your teeth when you bite. It's firm. You feel the crunch when it breaks#And then the explosion of liquid. It fills your mouth and you feel the flesh on your tongue but some of it just drips down your arm#Several small lines of juice to your elbow#And you end up sticky. As if suddenly you were four again and didn't know how to eat properly xD#Well that's what I would do to Satoru#Which is a mix of bloody head inside bloody carcassā€š the tension of a green apple's skin and the slow sweetness of a lollipop I guess haha#Wonderful concept of a character. Lab made. It annoys me beyond words#jjk spoilers#Anywayā€š okay. Nobara's last words could be read under this lightā€š she didn't explodeā€š I wondered why she had died with just one slap#when Nanami had endured so muchā€š and I wondered too about Gojo's musing about her powers. I am okay with Nobara being alive#I can make my peace. I think it will make sense. Nowā€š Gojo... not sure at all I want him back haha#Emotionally I do. But rationally? Meh... Nahā€š even#Perhaps if he is powerless it could be intriguing and have potential but maybe I am being biased by one of those fanfics I read like in June#The description of the loss of the Six Eyes made me miss something that not only I had never hadā€š but that I hadn't even conceptualised#I was on the verge of crying. Killing oneself kind of feelings in the good senseā€š because of the enormity of the reading impact#It was so good. It made me feel so bad for him. So yeah maybe I am biased. But perhaps that outcome wouldn't be so bad if he is kept alive#I didn't like the not even 30yo Gojo who appreciates fun and games and sweets and youthful years and jokes and overall messing around#saying that it's much better to die young by having been killed by someone strong rather than by old age or illness. I don't know#It kind of.... contradicts why he put everything into motionā€š doesn't it? But maybe it doesn't entirely and it does fit what the author says#about him in interviews. Maybe he wants that in generalā€š for society to change towards there based on his past experiencesā€š but doesn't#want it for himself. Perhaps that too because of his own experiences. I don't know. Anyway I can't judge entirely not having read everything
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sockmeat Ā· 11 months ago
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Hello! I really like your blog and if i may ask for an Alastor x Lollipop overlord reader? Like reader doesn't look like a demon at all, she's cute, small, looks like a walking cotton candy, she's sweet to everyone and eat sweets. But she is dangerous like she has her dark side. Pretty please and thank you! <3
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š’š®š¦š¦ššš«š²: You, a suspiciously cheerful overlord, catch Alastor's eye and fate takes control of your relationship.
(š€/š): I mainly focused on the build-up to the relationship since I can't think of anything outside of my romantic hcs :PPP
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ā™” Alastor first saw you as an enemyā€“a strong one, at that.
ā™” You were an overlord, yet you were so sweet and innocent and loved to make people smile, just as he did.
ā™” You intrigued him, but he knew better than to take your demeanor as a weakness. He would be stupid to. He knew that no matter how cute and welcoming you seemed, you mustā€™ve done something truly monstrous to get the power you have.
ā™” And Alastor found it riveting.
ā™”Ā  He wanted to know what exactly you were hiding underneath all that candy.
ā™” So, he approached you. He expected you to be threatened like any other overlord would be, especially considering his unforgiving reputation, but you were oddly welcoming.
ā™” He decided he would meet you within your territory so if a fight were to break out, none of his would be broken.
ā™” You werenā€™t hard for him to find. You were skipping down the streets, leaving a messy trail of cotton candy, lollipops, and sugar-stricken demons.
ā™”Ā  Alastor greeted you and you didnā€™t seem all that surprised to see him there.
ā™” The two of you made pleasant conversation while the demons around you avoided him like the plague.
ā™”Ā  Alastor found himself enjoying your company more than he thought he would.
ā™”Ā  Your carefree attitude was a nice breath of fresh air for him. Usually, people were either aggressive or timid around him, but demons were rarely chipper like you were.
ā™” He was so captivated by you, he would often make excuses just for him to spend more time with you.
ā™” Originally, he just wanted to observe youā€“how you operated normally and how you would react when you had an obstacle (that he was often the cause of.)
ā™” However, his original plans crumbled when he started to fall for you.
ā™” Alastor knew you liked him as well; you were much clumsier and nervous when he was around, something he knew only happened when you were with him because heā€™s been watching you for so long.
ā™” He didnā€™t confess to you immediately.
ā™” He instead chose to tease you, make you flustered and ensure that you really were attracted to him.
ā™” He would stay unnecessarily close to you so he could lean down into your face whenever he pleased, give you gifts like sweets (he insists he just found it and hates sweets, but the wrapping is too pristine for road candy,) and insinuate that you two are together and deny it whenever you question him.
ā™” Alastor is confident that youā€™ll be his, so he has no problem letting the chase drag on a little.
ā™” Youā€™re actually the one to crack and confess.
ā™” While you were helping Alastor cook dinner for everyone, he teased you through lingering touches.
ā™” He assigned you to cut the vegetables, chastised you for doing them wrong, then brought you to his chest and put his hands over yours to ā€œshow you how itā€™s done.ā€
ā™” He regularly offered you samples of the food, keeping eye contact while he fed you and asked how you liked it while you were stuttering over your words.
ā™” The final straw was when he told you not to get too close to the food or else youā€™d make it too sweet.
ā™” You blurted out your confession before you could think and flushed when you saw his smile widen.
ā™” He was very smooth with asking you outā€“you barely registered that he had actually asked you out before he finished serving dinner and called for everyone to eat.
ā™” For your first date, he took you out for dinner where he reserved the entire restaurant for you two.
ā™” Your dynamic hadnā€™t changed much from when you two were just pining.
ā™” The only difference was Alastor could actually kiss you now, but he still doesnā€™t enjoy PDA much, so most people barely notice the change.
ā™” You two are partners in crime with a good-cop bad-cop dynamic and strike fear into the citizens of Hell.
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