#i guess that’s why the text became so long sorry for that

[yukioos]

shoto loves to spoil you, especially with his dad’s money

shoto has lived with pain and trauma from his father, and how he treated him when he was younger. to the older man, his son was just something that would hopefully replace him and would surpass all might in his honor. however, even after endeavor became the number one hero and apologized for his abuse to his whole family, shoto did not forgive him.

although endeavor kept persisting, just wanting to make up with his son, the boy would not falter for even a second. he did not show a single ounce of sympathy for his father, for he sent his mother to a hospital, and bound him and his siblings with lifelong trauma.

shoto would try to use his father’s guilt to his advantage, however. one way he would manipulate his shame for his actions was by tricking his father into letting him use his card whenever he wanted. endeavor always accepted because kids love money, right? what better way is there to gain trust than by giving gifts and unlimited money?

to be truthful, shoto didn’t care much about spending money on things. he didn’t yearn for much anyways and didn’t feel the need to spend money on things that weren’t necessary. however, if having money meant he could spend it on you, that was a whole different situation.

if he basically had an unlimited amount of money, why not use it on you?

so when you and shoto began dating, you were surprised to have packages or bags of your favorite food delivered to your doorstep. even if you texted or told him you were hungry, he would always correctly guess what you wanted, and not even thirty minutes later, a bag of your favorite food was at your front door. when the two of you would visit some sort of market or store, shoto would notice if your eyes lingered on something for a bit too long, and it would be in your cart in less than a second.

even if it was some heels or a cute jacket from a designer brand, he would buy it for you no matter the cost. you were listening to a music artist more often than usual? he already booked you two tickets to their show when they come to japan.

shoto never needed to put much thought into his gifts. he always knew exactly what you wanted at what time, and hardly mentioned his gift in preparation. it was a normal thing for him to do, and he loved buying you little trinkets when he went on missions too, muttering, “i don’t know, i just thought of you.”

months after the two of you started dating, endeavor wasn't even phased when he saw multiple charges on his card within an hour.

hope you guys liked this one! i love writing for shoto ahhh!! sorry if this was a bit too angsty or had too many mentions of trauma/abuse, i couldn’t help myself. also shoto’s petty as hell so i kinda love this

[graciescott27]

call an uber on your way out! - o. aiku

cw: Oliver Aiku x uptight Head of PR! reader, pet names (sweetheart, doll, pretty, baby), alcohol use, language, smut, p in v, fingering, mocking, boob play, dub-con possibly? (she’s drunk and he’s barely tipsy)

this got way too long and I’m gonna cry if it does bad (new to writing smut)

mdni!

wc: 3.8k

The first thing you learned when you became the head of PR for the Ubers football club was that trying to make a bunch of weird guys look good in the media was hard. The second thing you learned was that Oliver Aiku was a slut.

He was by far your most problematic player, even with Barou on the team. Sure, Aiku was at least was charismatic and outgoing, but that didn’t do much to make your job easier. He just did some weird shit. After all of the leaked text chats and cheating scandals you had to cover up, you were getting tired of his nonsense. At least Barou kept to himself. Granted, that was why keeping up his image was difficult, but Aiku’s charm did the same.

The worst part of the whole affair? He thought that he could actually win you over. Niko had “warned” you about this whole bet he had with Sendo over whether or not he’d be able to sleep with you by the end of the season. Could he seriously make your job any harder?

When you were briefing the team on sponsorship updates, his eyes never left you. It was growing obnoxious, and maybe even just a bit unnerving.

“Okay, Sendou, I’m working on finalizing your Nike campaign, but it should be finalized by the end of the week and the shoot should be somewhere between next Tuesday and Friday. I’ll get dates to you as soon as possible,” you directed, reading back over the notes you had written down about their sponsorships. “Aryu, the hair care ad has been doing well so far, I’ll send over statistics. Aiku, I went ahead and turned down the Calvin Klein offer. Knew that wouldn’t be something you’d be into.”

He raised a brow, holding in a snort. “Seriously?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you scrambled to find a fake apology, an exaggerated frown on your lips. “Would you have wanted to do that?”

He shook his head, an amused grin on his face. At least he was amused. “If you think that’s what’s best.”

You scoffed and turned away from him. You still had ten minutes left to finish your briefing. That was enough time. You ran through the rest of your notes as quickly as you could, and dismissed everyone once you were done.

The universe apparently didn’t want to let you off that easy, though, because Aiku began to walk toward you just as you were packing up your papers.

“Hey, hey. Sweetheart. I have a question,” he began. He still had that annoying, cocky grin on his lips. The amused glint in his eyes didn’t help much, either.

“Sweetheart? In the 21st century?” you scoffed. No way in hell were you going to let him see you crack from a few small compliments. If Nikko was right — which he normally was when it came to something stupid his teammates were doing — then you weren’t going to make it easy for Aiku.

He gives you an unimpressed stare. He was still smiling, though. That was no good. You needed him to at least fake a pout and walk away to be satisfied.

So, you continued your mocking. “Which war did you fight in, again?”

“Okay,” he nodded, holding his hands up in surrender, “be nice.”

You scoffed. “Being nice is for lame people who like their jobs.”

“Oh, so you don’t like being around a hot guy all day?” he snorted.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve heard someone call Barou hot before, but yeah, I guess he-“

“Doll,” he gave a teasing pout. Now you were one step closer to getting him to leave you alone. “Come on. I know that you know I was talking about myself.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve heard anyone call you hot, either,” you shook your head, a small, faux innocent smile on your face. Trying to maintain appearances might have been the only reason you hadn’t snapped on him yet.

“Wow. You’re a lot meaner today than normal.”

“Well, I just started tolerating you this week and you’re treading on very thin ice right now,” you tsk-ed.

Nikko groaned from across the room. “You started to like him after the bet?”

“Shut up,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

Aiku raised a brow. “Oh? After the bet, huh?”

So it *was* real. It wasn’t like you doubted Nikko that much, or that you had enough faith in Aiku’s character to think that he wouldn’t do something like that, you just found it… odd. He was so adamant on something that you clearly weren’t going to allow. His determination was admirable, sure, but it was idiotic.

“Gross,” you crinkled your nose at the thought. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

“You’ve thought it at least once, though.”

Oh, God. His smirk had returned. That wasn’t good for your case at all. If he was enjoying himself, there was no way he was going to let go of the topic.

“Absolutely not,” you argued.

“So you wouldn’t be interested in getting drinks with me and Sendou tonight?”

Your arms were crossed by that point. “I don’t drink.”

“I saw you drinking straight from a wine bottle in your office three weeks ago.”

Maybe the fact that you had actually done that made matters just a bit worse for you.

“I ran out of clean water bottles,” you scoffed internally at yourself for the lame excuse.

He looked so cocky at that and you knew he was trying not to laugh. “So you used an empty wine bottle as a replacement?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you even have an empty wine bottle on hand if you don’t drink?” he raised a brow.

And that was how you got coerced into going to a bar with Aiku and Sendou.

It took you about five minutes to regret your decision. The first mishap of the night happened before you even got to the bar. Work ended much later for you than normal, and Aiku was in such a rush that he wouldn’t let you go home to change before heading out. So you were left to sit on a sticky bartop stool in your nice pencil skirt, rolling up the sleeve to your button up so you weren’t completely suffocated.

The second mishap led to you attempting to run off and find wherever Sendou had wandered off to. You spotted one of your more recent ex hookups stumbling through the bar. You had met him through a mutual friend, and that friend had informed you not too long ago that he was still broken up over you “forgetting” to call him back. It wasn’t like you had been planning on starting anything with him. He worked a minimum wage job, and you could access a professional athlete with ease (not like you would want to, though). Why would you go for someone so uninteresting when you could have someone else who was miles better by comparison?

The third mishap of the night happened when you were walking away from the bartop and he noticed you. He recognized you, despite how clearly drunk he was (which you found more disturbing than flattering) and he made a beeline in your direction. Deviating from your original plan to just find Sendou, you rushed to the bathroom and settled for hiding in the line. Aiku had been sitting next to you earlier, but after just a few minutes he was gone. At the time, you had been thrilled that he decided to leave you alone. Now, though, you were starting to think that it would have saved you some worry to have him beside you still: at least he would scare off all of the other guys trying to make passes at you — or in the current circumstance, hunting you down and following you.

You waited in line for the bathroom for seven minutes, despite not actually needing to go. Aiku truly knew how to pick a popular place. The moment you saw him again, you were going to tell him that you were getting a cab back to your apartment. You could still find it in yourself to be courteous enough to warn him before you abandoned ship. Unfortunately, that time never came because of mishap number four.

You had figured that wasting that much time in line was enough to get your ex off of your back. It was a bit horrifying to be tracked by a man whose name you had already forgotten. You tried to find your previous seat again, only to learn that it had been taken by some blonde girl wearing a dress that barely covered anything. Gross. Now you had to turn around and find somewhere in the overcrowded bar to sit down for five minutes. You probably would have been better off in the bathroom.

You tripped over someone’s foot and stumbled back into another person. Quickly regaining your balance, you turned around, giving a small, apologetic smile. You didn’t look up at the person’s face. “Sorry, sorry. Excuse me.”

Whoever you ran into nodded. “Don’t worry about it.”

Fuuuuuck.

You recognized that voice. You had been avoiding that voice all night, actually. Before you could back away or say anything else, though, your casual-hookup-turned-stalker spoke again.

“Never thought I’d catch you at a bar after-”

And all of a sudden, you were yanked back into someone else’s chest. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was that time.

“Don’t think she’s that into drunk guys,” Aiku gave a dry laugh to the other man.

He laughed back. “Didn’t think that I was flirting.”

“Does it really matter?” You knew Oliver. You knew that he still had a carefree smirk on his face despite the situation. You knew that he had absolutely no idea who he was talking to. That should have worried you.

Finally, you looked up and saw the cold, not quite lucid look in your ex’s eyes. “I’ve been seeing her.”

“I would’ve heard about you if she was actually seeing you,” Aiku responded, his voice as smooth and casual as ever. What a cocky bastard.

“Who are you?” the other man asked. You were still blanking on his name.

“A friend.” You could practically feel him shrug. He still kept you held close to his chest, and it wasn’t as horrific of a feeling as you would have expected.

After a few more seconds of drunken processing, your hookup-turned-stalker rolled his eyes and walked off.

You turned to Aiku at last, eyes settling on his smirk. “Is there a story behind that?”

“Absolutely not,” you scoffed.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled, nodding slowly. “Sendou’s in a booth somewhere if you wanna join us.”

The only reason you followed him was because of the mention of Sendou. If there was a third party involved, maybe you would be safe from having to file a harassment claim with HR. Unfortunately for you, though, you forgot that the third-party being Sendou meant that he was probably already drunk on some cocktail with a stupid name.

After three minutes, both of them were making you beg for a cab ride home.

Aiku was on the outside of the semicircle booth, and Sendou was on the inside. That left you in the middle, being completely crushed by both of them. To deal with their obnoxious jokes and stupid drunk laughing, you started chugging straight from the bottle of Brandy sitting on the table in front of you. It seemed to drain your senses just a bit too well, though, and mishap number four happened.

You were in Oliver Aiku’s apartment.

Even in the moment, you didn’t remember much about how you agreed to it. He had offered you a ride — despite the fact that he had also been drinking — but you assumed that he would be talking you back to your actual house, not his. On top of that, you figured that the offer wouldn’t include being slammed against a door and kissed.

Not that you’d complain, though. You’d just have to live with the regret when you were back to being sober.

Within seconds, his lips had moved from yours to your neck. One of his hands was on the back of your head, tangling in your hair while the other roamed over your body. He alternated between palming at your tit and rubbing over your waist and your hip. You were unsure where to put your hands still. It had been so long since you had hooked up with anyone that you barely remembered how it was supposed to go. You were focused on your job, you didn’t have time for a relationship, and that should’ve been it. But Oliver Aiku had wildly different plans.

He gave a quick bite to the column of your throat before moving back to your lips. Aiku was practically trying to swallow you whole, messily pushing his tongue past your lips. The way he began to unbutton your shirt was too rushed and eager for you to know how to react. By then your hand had found his messy hair, tangling it even further. When he started to push your button-up off of your shoulders, your hands slipped under his shirt. He grinned into your mouth at the feeling of cold fingers lingering barely over the waistband of his pants. You had been almost too dizzy to stand just minutes earlier, but that feeling seemed to vanish when Aiku started tugging on your arm and leading you to his bedroom.

Normally when you stepped foot in someone’s room for the first time, you wanted to take in as many details as possible. You could learn a lot about a person strictly based on how they decorated. Aiku clearly didn’t know about this habit, though, because you had just one minute of air before he pushed you into his bed. You landed on your back, letting out a small noise of surprise, and he crawled on top of you. He started at your neck again, alternating between kissing, bitting, and sucking on a pattern that only he understood. 

He trailed further and further down, going from your shoulder to your collarbone, to the tiny amount of tit popping out of the top of your bra, to your naval, and then finally…

Bullseye.

“You gonna let me take this cute lil’ skirt off of ya, pretty?” he smirked up at you, heterochrome eyed sparkling in delight.

Your mouth hung open in either awe or surprise, and all you could do was nod weakly. Your lungs weren’t working well enough for anything other than tiny gasps.

He huffed out a laugh, a single large land finding the zipper at the side of your hip. “Can’t think of a comeback anymore?”

Your hand came up to cover your eyes out of embarrassment. All you could manage was a weak, “Shut up.”

You could feel him grin without even seeing it. “There we go. Keep the attitude, doll. Best you can, okay?”

Here wasn’t even time for you to ask why before your pencil skirl was discarded somewhere in the floor of Aiku’s room. And he nearly laughed when he finally saw your panty-clad pussy.

“What?” you shot up, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden because of Oliver Aiku. God, you were pathetic.

He just placed a hand on your stomach and pushed you into your back again, holding you down. “Nothin’. I can just see how wet you are. ‘S cute.”

“It is not ‘cute’,” you scoffed.

“It is,” he argued, no real malice behind his words. “Look at ‘er. She’s pretty.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I am.”

He ran the knuckle of his index finger over the wet patch growing right in the center of your baby blue panties. You despised the small jump in your thigh at the feeling. You knew that he noticed.

“Yeah?” he mocked, looking up at you through his lashes. “That too much already?”

His smirk only widened at your lack of a response, and he began to carefully peel your underwear off your body. He tossed them somewhere near your skirt and moved back up between your thighs. And he watched. Oliver sat there, staring at your glistening, weeping cunt, at total peace with the world. You let out the smallest, most pathetic whine, your pussy clenching at just his gaze.

“It’s been a while, huh?” he teased, continuing to watch every reaction you made. When you tried to close your legs, he just pried them back open.

“It hasn’t,” you scoffed, a feeble attempt at a lie.

“Mhm, sure.”

With zero warning, his middle finger was just barely pressing into your entrance. You fought your urge to push yourself into him to get more than that. He waiting for a minute, eyes focused on your face, and finally pushed all the way in.

Oliver prodded a bit, trying to gauge how much room he had. It wasn’t much. You were tight, and twitching, and all too clenched to have fucked someone within the past few months. It was cute, in a way. Getting someone so uptight — so untouchable — so worked up over him with just a few simple touches? It was the highest honor he could’ve been given. He would have to thank Sendou for getting that bottle of Brandy.

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you, curling slightly. “Do you not touch yourself ever? So tense…”

You whined, only realizing then just how pent up you were. You never had the time. The rest of your PR team was incompetent and you had to do their work for them half of the time. With so much going on at once, you never even thought about masturbation.

So you shook your head.

And Aiku clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Do I really make your job that hard, baby?”

You gave a second weak nod as he curled his finger again.

“Guess I have to make it easier for you now, huh? Can’t have such a pretty thing suffering in silence.”

He slipped his ring finger inside of you, stretching you out just a bit more. Still pumping and curling, he slid a hand underneath you to snap the hook of your bra (which was the same baby blue as your panties). Of course someone like him was able to do it with a single hand. He tugged on the straps as casually as ever — his fingers still ruining your gummy insides — and pulled your bra offs his other hand occupied itself with massaging one of your boobs, his thumb running over your nipple in lazy circles.

It was getting difficult for you to ignore the squelching coming from between your thighs. It was obscene and disgusting, and Aiku was all too calm doing it. You were going to lose your mind. That was if you could gain your rationality back.

His fingers moved faster, now scissoring into you to prep you for his cock. He continued to watch you, soaking up every pant and moan that left your parted lips. And just when you gasped out his name—

He pulled his fingers out of you completely.

“What was that?” he hummed, pushing his slick-covered fingers past your lips so you couldn’t reply. You groaned around his fingers, earning a grin from him. “I’ll help you out, baby, don’t worry.”

He pulled away just enough to be able to sit up and strip himself of his pants and boxers. With how many girls he brought over in a month, you had assumed that he’d be big. You never spent much time thinking about it, though. Now, sitting face to face with his cock, it was almost a bit intimidating. It was thick, heavy, and already dripping with pre-cum. Your thighs began to close subconsciously as you just stared into Aiku’s  eyes, and he smirked, moving back towards you.

“You already gettin’ scared, pretty? Haven’t even put it in yet,” he chuckled. He gripped the base of his dick, running his tip up and down your folds, delighting in the way your legs twitched. “I’ll be nice. Gonna take this nice and slow, okay?”

You gave him a meek nod.

“If you’re really that worried, though, I can double check,” he shrugs, moving back just enough so he could slide his dick up through your folds — tip catching on the hood of your clit intentionally — and onto your stomach. He was fucking measuring. His tip ended up just a centimeter or two below your belly button. “Might be a little tight, huh?”

You wanted to scoff, maybe even hit him, but he was already pushing in. He was slow at first, waiting until he bottomed out to pick up the pace. Once he was there, though, he pressed his hand onto your stomach and felt the barely visible bulge. “See? Exactly where I thought I’d be.”

And immediately, he pulled out almost all the way, and thrusted back in. You let out a cry, the feeling foreign by now. That just encouraged him to keep going. He rolled his hips against you a few times as you tried to cover your mouth with your hand, and you immediately traded that for clawing at his shoulders.

Quickly, he found a rough, deep pace, never moving his hand away from your stomach. After the work he had already done with his hands, you were starting to feel that knot in your stomach after barely any time.

“‘S too much, too much,” you moshed, arching up into him. He would have been lucky if his back wasn’t littered in scratch marks by the morning.

He leaned down into your neck, planting a small kiss. “You’re takin’ it just fine, baby.”

His thrusts sped up a bit more, and you knew what was coming. Clearly he did, too, considered he moved his free hand from your stomach down to your clit, working it with his thumb.

“You gonna cum?” he grinned, eyes never leaving your face. He would die a happy man if the last thing he ever saw was your fucked-out expression.

You just nodded, moaning and whining like a total idiot.

“Don’t fight it off. Come on. Right around my cock. You got it.”

And you did. Your back arched off of the bed straight into his chest, and your thighs trembled around him. He continued to fuck you through it, trying to hold his own orgasm off as your cunt spasmed around him. Once you were drained of everything, he pulling out, spilling all over your stomach.

You didn’t remember much else after that the next morning. What you did know, though, was that you woke up in Oliver Aiku’s bed with him no longer beside you, and your phone was on the nightstand beside you with a few fresh texts from Sendou.

I hate you.

You just cost me 5 grand.

Please get STD testing.

@graciescott27

[taylormarieee]

Ride or Die, baby Brian O'Conner

Summary: Brian was your ride or die, always...

Pairing: Brian O'Conner x Fem!black!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: PiV sex, Riding, cowgirl, Brian being a tease(as per usual), reader being shy, slight angst, Jealous Brian, Jealous reader

A/N: This is dedicated to @dollyfl1rt my love. I hope you like your surprise!

Brian and you were inseparable. He was your ride or die. He was your everything.

It kinda hurt when he started to get more closer with Suki then you. You usually weren't the jealous type when it came to Brian and women, he was a literal chick magnet. Plus Suki wasn't a bad person at all, she was a really good friend of yours.

But when they started hanging out and having nicknames for each other, it kinda hurt because it became as if you didn't exist.

You eventually started hanging out with Roman more and really liked the dude. You hung out with him almost as much as you use to hang with Brian.

You two always rode together, went out to eat together, and sometimes just took walks and talked about the past together.

Everything you did with Roman was what you used to do with Brian, and you felt bad. You weren't trying to hurt Brian, you just wanted his attention, and you felt that if you went up to him to express your feelings, they would come out sounding jealous or selfish.

You eventually started to kinda avoid Brian because you felt bad but was scared to get confronted.

Eventually Brian and you started to text again and he began to ask you why you were avoiding him...

{ Texts from last week... From both points of view...

Bri🎀- Why you avoiding me baby?

My baby🌺- I'm not avoiding you Brian, why do you think that?

Bri🎀- well for one, you never text my full name unless your mad

Bri🎀- and two, you haven't talked to me for the last two weeks baby, what's wrong?

My baby🌺 -Bri, I just... I feel a little jealous of Suki, like i'm not mad at her, or you!

My baby🌺 -I just feel like you're distancing yourself from me... so I'm doing things with Rome more.

My baby🌺 -I didn't wanna say anything because I felt like I would sound selfish... I just miss you

Bri🎀- Awww baby, I'm sorry... It's nothing I promise, I didn't even notice I was making you feel that way.

Bri🎀- I'll make it up to you. Next week I'll come by the garage, ok? Spend some time with my favourite girl, yeah?

My baby🌺- Ok! See you Bri, I luv you!

Bri🎀 - I love you too my sweet girl.}

Today's the day where Brian is coming to hang or talk with you. You see his car pull up and immediately smile. You notice Roman is with him so you walk up to greet them both.

"Hey Roman! Hey Brian!" You say as you walk up to them. You were currently working at the car wash where Tej usually is. You were wearing a green bikini top with matching bottoms but had a sarong wrapped around your waist.

Your toned skin glistening in the miami heat as you have slight water droplets coating your chest and legs.

"Hey girl. Wassup? How ya doin?" Roman asks. He smiles at you and gives you a side hug. "I'm surviving I guess." You respond with a chuckle, "Trying to get through the torture Tej is putting me through." You say smiling while using your hand to shield the sun from your eyes.

"Hey baby, you doin' ok?" Brian asks, finally speaking up. His tone sounded annoyed with the whole altercation between you two but his face showed to be soft and sincere, loving almost as he admires your body.

"I'm ok Bri, how are you? How's ya car?" You ask smiling at him. He smiles back at you noticing it's a different smile then the one you gave Roman, he loves when you have a special smile for him and him only.

"My car's ok. Lookin nice and pretty." He says smiling, "How's your baby?" He asks motioning to your car in the parking lot.

"Oh she's doing good. Lookin nice and pretty." You say smiling as you repeat what he just said.

He laughs and so do you. You both were so engulfed in your conversation you both didn't even notice Roman was long gone.

"You look good." He says, eyes glazing over your body. Your face heats up more than it already has and you smile.

"Thanks, don't look bad yourself." You say letting out a slight giggle. You always giggled when you were nervous and Brian picked up on the habit a couple months ago.

"Why you nervous baby? Hmm? I make you nervous?" He asks leaning in closer to you as your back is now flush with your car. He whispers in your ear.

"You don't make me nervous Bri... I'm just hot." You say wiping sweat of your forehead.

"Well I know your hot, I mean who wouldn't think your hot but I know when you giggle like that, your nervous. I know you like I know my car." He says, his blue irises staring you down intently.

His blonde curls framing his face, god how badly you wanted to tug on them.

Before your able to say anything back, Roman's voice brings you both out of your intense staring and breathing. The tension between you two finally cut.

"Yo Brian! Let's go. I'm hungry!" He says walking to the car. Brian glances at Roman before looking back at you again.

"Meet me at my place tonight at 8:30 got it?" He says smirking at you before walking away, he didn't need to get your answer because he already knew what it was.

He winks at you as he enters his car and drives off with Roman. You wave bye and Roman and Brian wave back.

-TIMEJUMP-

It was now approximately 8:23 pm and you were arriving at Brian's place now. You knock on the door and wait a couple seconds before Brian finally comes into view with just a towel on.

You quickly cover up your eyes, "Woah bri! Cover yourself you little slut!" You say chuckling and giggling nervously again.

Brian doesn't say anything he just stands there. You assume he's gone so you remove your hand from your face only to be met with brian so close to your face.

You met with his chest at first considering Brian is 6'2, and when you look up you see Brian staring you down with a smirk on his face.

"I'm only a slut for you." He says with the biggest smirk on his face. You both stare at each other for a couple of seconds before you both are bursting out laughing.

He caresses your cheek before grabbing your hand and guiding you in his home. He stares at you once he closes the door and pushes you against the wall.

"Your mine baby, all mine." He whispers against your neck as his hands roam all over your body.

You whimper at his touch enjoying the familiar feeling that has now turned intimate.

"Brian..." You breathe out. He hums in your ear and you tug on his curls. It isn't until your hands touch his chest that you realize he's completely naked besides the towel around his waist.

"Brian... I think we should- fuck- I think we should slow down..." You moan out trying to gain your composure but Brians hands are already undoing your skirt zipper in the back and lifting up your t-shirt.

"You've been a tease all week. Making me all sad whenever you're with Rome. Always laughing with him, being with him. I gotta say baby, you've made me jealous."

You roll your eyes and chuckle, "Your one to talk Brian, all that hanging with suki has made me jealous and I told you this."

He is now the one to chuckle as he nips at your neck and his hands roam over your clothed pussy. Your hips jolt forward as he runs his finger up and down your slit.

Your soaking through you panties and he feels every bit of it. "You know I don't like Suki though." He starts.

"And you also know that Suki and Tej are dating, you just wanted some attention because your horny and can't do anything about it." He says as he picks you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist.

"T-That was not the reason Brian!" You say tugging on his hair harder eliciting a moan from Brian's lips.

"See how your- fuck- see how your not denying the fact that you knew?" He says with that charming and mischievous smirk on his face that just displays "I told you so" energy.

"Your annoying you know that?" You retort.

"Yet, you want this dick badly don't you?" He asks with that shit eating grin on his face that you so badly wanted to slap off his face.

But the throbbing between your legs was getting in the way of that feeling and you suddenly find yourself shaking your head yes at his question.

That makes him smile as he carries you to his bed. Your left in your bra and underwear and Brian is left with nothing on. You feel the pre-cum leaking from his warm, sticky tip.

You moan out at the feeling of his tip poking at your entrance. "Yea you like that mama?"

"You know your my ride or die right Brian?" You whimper out, feeling his hands caress your thighs.

"Well I'm mean your gonna ride me till I die anyway so..." He says and you playfully slap his arm and laugh a bit. He always knew how to turn everything into a joke.

"Yea my love, I know. Ride or die always." He says as he lines his tip to your entrance. You flip him over with all your strength and sink down onto him as you land on him.

"Oh fu-fuck Brian!" You say as he fills you up nicely. You feel the delicious stretch his cock gives you and you begin to slowly rock back and forth on him.

He groans and you feel dizzy already. That was the effect Brian had on you. Constantly making you feel dizzy and nervous.

But right now your on top and you feel dominant but baby trust me, he's the one in control of everything. Your hips movements, him slowly thrusting up into you, everything.

He tugs on your bra and panties. He has to keep pulling them to the side as he holds your hands behind your back as he thrusts up into you.

Your crying out his name at this point feeling tears in the rim of your eyes. Your body glowing in the moonlight from the small window he has in his room.

He can't believe that your finally his to take, his to finally fuck every time he wins a race or loses a race. He just wanted you all to himself.

You felt comfort in knowing you were his as he was yours. No lady could ever touch him unless it was Suki and you of course.

You loved how possessive he was of you and boy when he finally brought you to your orgasm and he came inside you and held you tight as your hips weakly tried to help you through your high and his, you knew that he was the one forever.

Brian O'Conner, your ride or die till the end of time. Always.

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[horeisenchi]

“365 Party Girl..”

shiu kong x divorced!reader

(Kinda long, sorry!)

contains: age gap, oral sex(receiving), penetrative sex, light bdsm, breeding, drinking, drugs

NSFW MINORS DNI!🔞🔞🔞

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The long, gruelling process of your divorce was hitting you hard. Harder than you’d expected it to. The first couple of weeks, you were glued to your apartment. Thankfully, you work from home, so it did not affect your income. However, you completely stopped going out. Now, after you’d gotten married, you didn’t go out much to begin with. With marriage, it’s always feeling a sort of obligation to stay home. And almost every time you had actually planned to go out, your controlling husband would call you ‘childish’ and say you have better things to do. Those ‘better things’ being getting him off, and then going to sleep without another word. Before you got married, you were a full-blown party girl. It was a challenge for any man to be able to properly tie you down, for you feared that he wouldn’t approve of your loud and fast lifestyle. You didn’t want to quit, but you thought you’d found the right man. Until, the sex became bland and only about his own pleasure. You hadn’t orgasmed from anything other than the stimulation of your hand, or whatever toy you were hiding in your bedside table underneath all your underwear in the past two years. The past two years after you married that asshole in your second year of college. Two years of marriage wasted on a man who ended up leaving randomly one morning, without so much as a goodbye.

BZZZZZZZZZ!

You rolled over to your bedside table from the opposite side of the queen bed, that you at least now had to yourself.

You open your phone to a text from your good friend, Utahime, begging you to come out.

“(Y/NNNNNNNN)! Come oooon! I haven’t seen you in forever. You have that stupid cocksucker out of your life come partyyyyyyy!!!!”

Your eyes widen at the message. You hadn’t gone out in forever. Especially not with Utahime. Even though she was the maid of honour at your wedding, your now ex-husband didn’t want you going out with her. For decent reason you suppose, considering you two did tend to get into trouble. There was one time when a frat guy left his card at the local bar in the college town over, some private university guy, and you rung up his card for definitely more drinks than he could afford. This got you banned from being anywhere near that university campus for ten years. Your youth spent with Utahime, was coked out shenanigans and doing whatever you felt like doing. Because you were free.

You knew what you would be getting into accepting her offer, so your first inclination is to decline. You don’t do that anymore, you haven’t touched drugs let alone alcohol in almost a year. Not exactly out of choice, more so because of lack of exposure, but it was almost foreign territory for you now.

But, the more you thought about it, the more intriguing it sounded. That side of you had been forcefully suppressed by that man ever since you’d gotten with him. How do you know that you don’t really want to go, or if you’ve just been conditioned into not wanting to go and having that be your automatic response? I guess tonight would be that test.

“Okay, okay. Send me the address.”

With that text sent, you knew you were locked in for the night. No backing out.

“Tokyo Taste, huh? Alright…” you mumble as you recognize the address sent to you. The last time you’d gone to Tokyo Taste, you got hit on HARD.

The guy in question, was an underclassman named Suguru Geto. Utahime brought him with her, along with her other high school friends. It’s not that he wasn’t attractive, dear lord that man was so gorgeous and statuesque. You had no idea why he was even talking to you, honestly. It’s just that you could tell that he was bored. He wasn’t actually interested in you, he just saw you as an easy target. He so much as grabbed your waist, bought you a drink, bent down to whisper in your ear how good you looked, and how he could imagine himself ripping that short black dress off you later. But while he was doing that, he was checking out almost every other woman in the room. If you followed his gaze every time he’d back away from you, and suddenly act uninterested, it was him locking eyes with another woman. Sure, he didn’t owe you anything. You guys weren’t together, and had only met that night. But, you had more self respect than to just allow yourself to be someone’s entertainment. You wanted someone to be all in, interested. Knowing they have options but just giving you their attention. That was when you developed actual standards.

You sluggishly got up out of bed, the time being a whopping 9:30 PM, and sauntered over to your closet. Stepping inside, you let your eyes wander as you try to find suitable clothes for going out. As you rummage through your things, you remember how you threw a lot of that stuff out, remembering the judging gaze of your ex husband as you got dressed and he demanded you change and cover up.

Finally, you land on a short, off the shoulder long sleeve black dress that clung to your body. It wasn’t the most revealing, but it was really sexy nonetheless. Along with it, you put on some dainty jewelry and some black stilettos. With a last look in the mirror after fixing your hair and throwing on just a tinge of makeup, you threw your purse over your shoulder and headed out.

As you drove to the club, your gut churned a bit. Nervous, from what may come from tonight.

No, (Y/N)… don’t do anything you don’t want to..

You tell yourself before hopping out of your car, and start heading into the club. You pay the stupid $15 door fee (and wonder how the hell you managed to scrape up the money for it so often back then), and head inside.

Your eyes scan the room, searching for Utahime in the crowd of sweaty, practically half naked bodies that surrounded you. As soon as you spot her, she’s sitting on a high top table, seated in the chair with a man standing between her legs as she stares up at him, wantonly. You ultimately decide to leave her alone for a minute, inclining you to go to the bar where you flag down the bartender and order an extra dirty martini. You take your seat at the bar and sip it, as you wait for Utahime to be done with whatever man she’s currently frisking. As you’re sitting at the bar, you feel a pair of eyes on you. A man, wearing a suit (probably having come here right after work), having a cigarette at the side of the bar that was by the large open window. You quickly look away, not gathering much of his facial features.

“No.. no, (Y/N). It’s too soon.”

You tell yourself. You suddenly feel way too intensely about the man staring at you, neither deciding if it was bad or good, before you stand up and bee-line for Utahime’s table not even caring if she’s getting fingered by some random guy under the table.

Utahime spots you as you sit down with your drink. “(Y/N)! You maaaaaaaade it!” She drunkenly slurs. You can’t help but chuckle at her current state, not feeling surprised at all. “Well, you look like you’re having a good time.” She shoos the random man away, earning a confused grimace from him as he walks away.

“Aw, did I ruin your chances of getting some?” You ask with a tinge of faux-pity. “No, more like denying my dealer some action for giving me some free stuff.”

You don’t show it, but mentally you’re shaking your head at the knowledge now that she still did that stuff. But, then again you can’t judge. You were right there with her. “You wannaaaaa..?” She shakes the little clear bag full of white powder just outside of her purse before slipping it in there, giving me a look of knowing she’s trouble. You knew if you said no, she would drop it and never ask again. But, a part of you was burning. Itching for some sort of release, some type of taste of who you used to be that you let go of so long ago. You knew it was mostly for the better… but fuck it.

“Bathroom. Now.” You respond, firmly.

After heading to the handicap stall with Utahime, and doing one… two… okay, maybe three lines, you feel yourself start to loosen up. Your body on overdrive, like you just had four shots of espresso, and your mind shut off. Completely driven by your id. The two of you come out of the bathroom like two firecrackers, ready to shoot off. The next hour or so is like a blur. All you knew is that you and Utahime were loud as hell at that table, ordering drink after drink after drink, occasionally stopping to dance to whatever song you liked came on. One in particular made its way on your playlist afterward, 365 by Charli XCX. You guess it had just recently come out, considering you’d never heard it in a club before.

“Til the windows crack I’ll be (bumpin that)

No I never go home don’t sleep don’t eat just do it on repeat keep (bumpin that)

When I’m in the club yeah I’m (bumpin that)

365 party girl (bumpin that)”

Drink in hand, jaw swinging, pupils blown out, it was a high you had been chasing. It was exactly what you needed, to bring yourself back to reminding yourself who you are. You needed to be allowed to be wild, to be allowed to have freedom, you couldn’t be controlled.

You make your way back to the table with Utahime, your drunkenness showing, but you’re high from the substance dying down, allowing yourself to level out a moment. You were about to suggest to Utahime for another line, when she interrupts you.

“There’s a guy at the bar who’s been staring at you this entire time.”

It was the same guy from earlier. You look over, this time letting your eyes graze over his features. He was lean, certainly built, but lean. His hair was clean, he had a sort of ‘rich douche’ countenance to him. And he was staring at you, intently. Not making it a secret, either. Your mind reeled back to what you had thought about Geto last time you were here..

“I want a man to know he has other options, but still just want me. Only be interested in me.”

As your mind flashes back to that, you realize that this guy was giving you exactly what you wanted. Hell, it didn’t look like he was talking to other girls here, and he’s practically had his gaze on you from the moment you got here.

“He’s hot, you should frisk him!” Utahime exclaims enthusiastically.

“Uta! I just got divorced-“

She interrupts you “So what?! You’re divorced from that douche who didn’t give a single fuck about you?!”

Well, shit. She had a point.

With that encouragement, you get up and walk over to the mystery man who was certainly not tearing his gaze away from you as you approached him, stopping just a foot in front of him.

“You got a starin problem?” You ask, loudly over the blaring music of the club.

“Didn’t know checking out a hot woman was a problem.” He replies, cocky as he takes a drag of his cigarette. Lord, that was hot.. and he was a lot taller up close..

“You been starin’ all night.” I call him out, seeing how he’d react.

He chuckles, knowing you’re right. “Damn right I have. I know what I like.” After saying that, his eyes shamelessly trail down your body, particularly taking longer gazes at your breasts which didn’t leave much to the imagination in that dress.

“Yeah? And what is it that you like.” You decide to play coy, tease him a bit. Make him work for it.

He moves his head, trying to get a good look at you from all angles. Looking a bit behind you at your rear, at your sides, taking in your general body shape. Then his eyes raise, his gaze lingering on your face, taking in your slightly messy state. He licks his lips before replying. “Well, you’re ungodly sexy, that goes without saying. You got a body men fantasize about. And you seem loose, and fun. You got the whole indie sleaze, messy sort of thing. You were just dancing, but it looks like you just got fucked senseless.”

He pauses a moment before continuing. “And, you got a nice face to go along with it.”

You feel a pool of heat growing in the pit of your stomach. All of his words accumulated together had you feeling just slightly cocky. You could tell he wanted you. He wanted you bad.

“How many girls you talked to tonight?” You ask, suddenly after moments of silence.

He was taken aback by your question, but meeting your gaze with a smirk “Just been waiting for you to come to me, baby.”

That was it. It was like a switch flipping in the back of your mind. Okay, it was game time. Even if it was bad, even if you never speak to him again, he’d make a damn good rebound fuck.

Another hour or so goes by, chatting with this man. You found out his name is Shiu Kong, he’s a Korean citizen, and he won’t exactly describe what his job entails. You just assume he works for the government or something. The big find, was that he was older. Much older. About 20 years older. When he revealed to you he was 42, your jaw hung, and not just from the dust.

He looked damn good for his age. Not that 40s are old, but just he didn’t look it at all. You would’ve guessed late 20s-early 30s. But 40s?

You’d always fantasized about having an older man. Someone to take care of you, pay for your nails, spoil you rotten, and come fuck you braindead after he gets off work. Someone affectionate, who doesn’t play games, because why would he? He’s been around the block enough. He’s probably tired of games.

And in turn, when you tell him you’re only 22, he almost contemplates stopping the conversation right there. He didn’t want to seem like some creep who’s preying on this woman half his age. However, when you brush off his age at your initial reaction, and explain to him you were just surprised, he shoos those thoughts away. He begins to fantasize about having a woman who is wild, spontaneous, damn near uncontrollable. Someone he’ll have to put in their place every now and then. This wasn’t a fantasy he had often, but dear lord you were bringing that out of him tenfold.

You decided you’d take him home. Whats the worst that could happen?

You both take separate cars back to your apartment, because the last thing you want is it to be bad or awkward afterward, and then have to drive him to his car. After getting there, you lead him up to your apartment.

Anticipation was running through you like a wildfire. The remnants of coke and alcohol still evident, but not nearly as strong as before. Just enough to give you a confidence boost and help you act a bit more bold than usual. You very quickly, eagerly reach up to unlock the front door, and usher the both of you inside. This doesn’t go unnoticed by him. He watches as you frantically unlock the door with amusement, smirking to himself about how excited you were. How excited you were to have him as your rebound.

As soon as the door shuts, he goes to speak

“So, what do you-“

You cut him off by jumping his bones. You’d manhandled him, grabbing him by the nape of his neck and forcing his head around to meet you in a rough, wanting kiss. Pressing your body against his. He doesn’t resist, if anything, he complies in record time. He pushes you against the wall, trapping you in with his body as his hands trail down your sides with a firm grasp. His hands rest on your waist, forcefully pulling you into his hips. The kiss was hot, and rough as he damn near shoves his tongue down your throat wanting to taste all of you. Damn, you looked so good. And you tasted just as sweet.

The kiss grew sloppier, the more you incorporated your tongues. Saliva had painted the areas around both of your mouths, the skin glistening in the dim light of your apartment. You hadn’t felt this wanted in a long, long time. His hands continued to roam your body, this time latching onto whatever he can. Whether it be your ass, which he couldn’t stop staring at while you walked in front of him to your apartment. Your chest, that he could not for the life of him break his gaze away from when you spoke to him. Your shoulders, that looked so slender and biteable. Or your face, which was just so exquisite to him.

You kicked off your heels, dropping down to a smaller height. With them on, you were almost his height. With them off, you were just to his shoulder. He stopped for a moment to look at you, his hands raking through your hair gentle as he did so. Taking in just exactly how small you were compared to him. He looked like a man starved, and this just turned you on even more.

“My room is this way.” You tell him, softly, as you begin walking that way. Motioning for him to follow you.

With diligence, he follows you to your bedroom. He looks around for a moment as you go ahead and sit on the bed. It was similar to your living room, in terms of it being kept very neat and tidy and just slightly… empty? You’d told him you were divorced, but from the apartment, it looked almost half done. Like you haven’t filled the space quite yet.

He looks at you on the bed. He bites his lip and lets his gaze rake up and down your body, taking in how good you look sitting there all ready for him. He walks toward you, loosening his tie as he kneels down in front of you. You wonder for a moment what he was planning on doing, but the way he’d looked up at you as he kneeled down told you all you needed to know. He loosened his tie, and unbuttons the first two buttons of his white dress shirt before he traces his hands up your legs, slowly moving to part your inner thighs. You comply, spreading them for him. His fingers trail to your heat, gently spreading around your folds, getting a good look at your lack of panties as well as the slick that was forming there. All for him. “This all for me, baby?” He asks, with a cocky grin. You reply with a nod, biting your lip as you throw your head back. The sensation was too good, and one you went too long without.

His thumb then starts circling your sensitive clit, earning a low groan from you, and your hips squirming ever so slightly, causing him to take his hands and hold your hips in place so that he could get to work. “Let me take care of you, doll.” He says in a gruff, throaty voice before his mouth delves between your legs, giving your cunt a good swipe from bottom to top, before latching his lips onto your anticipating clit. Your jaw hangs slack. The warmth and the sensation from his tongue lapping and his lips sucking on your sensitive clit was almost too much. But, you wanted it. You wanted that release so badly. You wrap a leg over his shoulder and down his back, locking him into his position between your legs where he knelt on the floor before you. Your hand running through his hair, and using your other to support you on the bed. Your eyes went between looking down at him, rolling your eyes back and biting your lip as you watch him go to work on your pussy, and to the ceiling, just when the feeling was getting just too good when you needed to let out a loud, guttural moan that was too intense to contain.

“F-fuuuck.. Shiu- god, your mouth.. f-feels too good..”

He looks up for a moment, detaching his mouth, which let you get a good look at the slick that now painted his entire chin. “Yeah, doll? You like how I eat your pussy?” He says before immediately going back to work, eyes shut and practically pussydrunk as he buries himself into your cunt, going between tongue fucking you and making out with your clit, every so often shaking his face around down there to really savour the taste.

“Y-yeah… y- eat my pussy- s-so good- fuck.. god I’m gonna cum!” You moan out, a bit louder than the rest you’d been letting spill out as your grip on his hair tightens, the leg that ran over his shoulder and down his back stiffening as your head rolls back. You pant, and whine as you reach your mind-blowing orgasm. Coming completely undone in front of him. He can’t help but flick his eyes up, watching what he’s doing to you. His tongue movements go a bit slower, helping you ride out your orgasm before he detaches his lips, tilting his head up to look up at you as he licks his lips clean. A cocky grin forming on his lips, knowing just how damn good he made you feel.

“That feel good, baby?” He asks, his hands grazing up and down your thighs. When you nod, that gives him everything he needed to stand up in front of you, and start undressing himself. “Yeah, well. I’m gonna make you feel even better here in a moment. You gonna be a good girl and take it?”

You look up at him, all doe eyed and curious as he removes his tie, then his dress shirt, and his pants as he throws it all on the floor. “Y-yes-“ you reply to his initial question.

“Yes, what?” He asks. You couldn’t tell what exactly he wanted. Sir? Daddy? Master? “What do you want me to call you?”

He walks over to you, removing his boxers finally. Letting his length spring up and slap his gut. It was big, but not big enough to where you felt like you were going to be in agony tomorrow unable to walk. So, that was promising. He kicks them off, and forcefully grabs you by the jaw to look up at him.

“Sit up straight, baby.” He demands. You didn’t expect that to be what he says, but you comply, fixing your posture as you look up at him.

“Tonight, I want you to call me daddy. Tonight, you’re gonna let daddy use you however he wants. You’re going to obey daddy. You’re going to be daddy’s girl, tonight. That sound good to you?” He asks in a daunting tone, almost like he’s telling the rules to a child. You nod, complying with his demands.

“Get daddy’s cock wet.” He demands, pushing his dick forward into your face. You take his cock in your hand, giving it a pump or two before putting it in your mouth. Letting him bottom out to the back of your throat, you get his cock nice and ready for you. He softly puts his hand in your hair, smirking to himself as he watched you obey him so diligently.

“Yeah, doll.. you know how to do it- yeah.. just like that.. doing so good for me. Such a good girl.” He then pulls your head back, and motions for you to get up further on the bed. You lay yourself down in the center as he positions himself over you.

“Lift your dress up.”

You obey his order, lifting your dress over your head, revealing that you not only weren’t wearing panties, but weren’t wearing a bra either. He tuts as he looks down at your body, letting his hands grab and paw at your bare chest. His thumbs toying with your hard nipples, earning a soft whine from you. “Such a dirty girl. Wearing nothing under that thing you call a dress. You were just begging to get fucked.” He coos as he pinches down on your nipple harder, a small yelp coming from your throat.

You hadn’t realized before, but he still had his tie in hand. You finally noticed once he forcefully grabbed your wrists, and tied them above your head. The tie was nice and tight. Definitely going to leave a mark tomorrow. His hands go back to feeling up your chest, letting the fleshy mounds fill up his hands before..

SMACK!

You let out a quiet moan at the feeling of him slapping your tits. He does it one.. two.. three more times before mumbling to himself. “Dirty, dirty little slut..” your chest felt a bit raw, red from how hard he slapped them around. He sat there and admired his work. A red hand print forming on the side of your breast, causing his cock to twitch with pride.

He then moves down between your legs, positioning his hard, pink tip at your entrance. Swiping it up and down your cunt, slapping it on your clit. “What does baby want? Do you want daddy to fuck you? Do you want daddy to fuck you like the little whore you are? A little whore that goes out naked under her dress?”

You bite your lip so hard it almost draws blood. Your brows knit together, you give him an eager nod.

He looks dissatisfied with your answer, giving your pussy a small slap with his cock. “Words, doll.”

“Y-yes daddy.. please- please fuck me..” you beg and plead, your voice strained and sounding desperate.

Without another word, he slips inside you, completely bottoming out. He lets out a loud groan, his jaw falling open as he pushes himself inside your warm walls. You let out a long, whiny moan, having not expected to feel all of him that fast. It was slightly painful, but it felt damn good.

He starts relentlessly pounding into you, his hand finding solace and support from gripping your wrists above your head, keeping himself upright as he rutted his hips in and out of you.

It was all so much at once. He hadn’t even given you time to properly adjust to his size before he was jackhammering inside of you. Your moans come out, long, and damn they were loud. You were certainly fuelling his ego with just how much you were clearly enjoying it.

“You like it- hnnngh- you like it, doll? You like- you like how daddy fucks you? Ah- tell daddy how much you like it..”

You could hardly think straight. All that ran through your mind were the intense amounts of pleasure that flood through your body, and the sounds that came from it. Your pussy giving pornographic squelches with each thrust of his cock, the lewd slaps of your skin together, the heavy breathing from both parties along with the series of moans. You could hardly formulate a sentence.

“D-daddy- ugh.. daddy f-fffucks me s-so good- AH~!”

The whites of his eyes take over as he hears you say that. He straightens himself up, throwing your legs over his shoulders with much haste before he continues pounding into your pussy. His eyes locked and mesmerized by your facial expressions, the way your tits bounced with every thrust, just how damn good and tight you felt around him.

You’re now screaming his name after he props your legs up, allowing him deeper entry, causing him to hit that sensitive spot that your ex husband couldn’t ever seem to find before.

“S-Shiu- FUCK! HNNNGH-“

He can feel himself reaching his climax, but lord he never wanted this to be over. He wanted to keep fucking you into oblivion. He wanted to keep watching you in the whirls of ecstasy at his cock. It was all over for him when he felt your pussy tighten around him, indicating that you were reaching yours as well.

“D-daddy- I’m gonna cum- I- I’m-“

He shushes you, speaking to you calmly and soothing as opposed to how he was absolutely destroying your insides. “I’m right there too, doll.. ah-“ he winces at he approaches his climax. “I’m gonna cum inside you.. I’m gonna fill you with my seed.. get- get you pregnant.. ah!”

Your back arches, your tied hands coming down onto your stomach as your elbows buckle as you crumble under him for the second time. Drool coming down your chin as you pant and mewl at your orgasm crashing down even harder than the last.

And with that, he was shooting hot silky ropes of cum into your cunt. Fucking it deep inside you as he watches the white substance bunch up around the base of his cock, and leaking down to his balls.

His pace slows down, riding out both of your orgasms. After pulling himself out, he reaches up to untie your wrists, letting you adjust to having it off.

You lie there with your eyes shut, completely breathless after what just happened. It wasn’t until you hear the jingling of his belt before your eyes opened up to see him getting dressed.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You ask, trying to not sound desperate.

“I’m not too interested in just being a rebound, doll. But, if you decide I’m just too good to have as just a rebound..” he digs around in his pocket for a moment, before handing you a business card with his phone number on it. ‘Shiu Kong - Formal Handler’

You wondered what formal handler meant. But, before you could ask, he was bidding you goodbye and making his grand exit. You lay there, dumbfounded at how quickly that turned around. Did you just get ‘you-ed’ by this guy..?

It took days of consideration and replaying the events of that night in your mind over and over, before you called him.

Thanks for reading!!! This is my first fic I’m posting on here so pleaaase be nice, but also if you have any constructive criticism I’m SO open to it. Thanks!

[themostlesbianever]

College AU Sevika x reader chapter 3

A/N: I am genuinely so sorry for having y'all wait for so long😔 I was busy with Christmas prep and then Christmas.

I will be trying to post more frequently but im not promising anything.

Thanks for all the support so far🙏🙏 Enjoy!

more parts

(This is semi-proofread, its nearly 3 am and im tired, but i wanted to give you the next chapter)

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A few weeks have passed and you’re settling into the college routine nicely, struggling here and there but still, nicely. You and Sevika have been getting closer as well, you would even go so far as to call her a friend. You don’t see her all the time because she’s busy with schoolwork, friends and extracurriculars. Just like you. After a day or 2 you had found out she plays rugby which was understandable with the way she was built. She also frequents the campus gym, lifting impressive amounts of weight while making it look easy.

You’re sitting on your bed reviewing some sheet music, you had always been a bit of a band kid, trying out a bunch of instruments before finally settling on the trumpet. You signed up for band at college and managed to get in. Together with, obviously, Ekko, who plays the drums. Sevika is also sitting on her bed but she’s on her phone. You glance over at her, it looks like she's texting someone.

Then the corner of her mouth lifts up slightly. “What are you smiling at?” you ask, the sudden noise makes her smile drop and her gaze move over to you. “Nothing” she replies, clearly lying. You raise one brow at her and tilt your head slightly, making her rethink her answer.

“Okay fine, so there's this girl an-”. She stops talking when she sees your facial expression change from interested to surprised. “You like women?” you question, and now it's her turn to look surprised. “Was that” she pauses for a second. “Was that not obvious?” she asks, a hint of confusion in her voice.

You simply blink at her and shrug your shoulders. You tell her to continue and she lets out a small chuckle before doing just that. “Well this girl, Rose, slid into my dm’s complimenting one of my photo dumps and we started talking. And now we're kind of flirting, I guess.” A small smile starts to creep onto her lips as she speaks.

“And she’s like, SO pretty oh my god” she continues. “Does she go here?” you ask and she nods. “Anyways” she mumbles, trying to shift the attention off of herself and onto you. You’ve noticed she does that a lot, she doesn’t like talking about herself and is quite closed off. She has been opening up a tiny bit to you as you’ve gotten to know each other. A little fun fact here, a random memory there. It’s been nice.

“What have you been staring at for the past like, hour?” she asks and you sigh before speaking. “It’s the new music we got for band. It's incredibly annoying to play and I have to memorize it.” She furrows her brows a bit. "Wait." She pauses and looks at you, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re a band kid?” You can’t help but be slightly offended.

“Why do you say that like it's a bad thing? I’ll have you know, I'm very cool” You say while pointing your index finger at her. “Oh I believe that, don’t worry.” She chuckles. “What instrument do you play?” You proudly tell her you play the trumpet which she admits is quite impressive.

She then gets up from her bed, walking over to you and grabbing the music sheets from your hand. Her eyes scan the paper, the more she reads the more her brows furrow, after about a full minute of her looking at the sheets in silence, she looks up at you and speaks. “what the fuck.” You laugh at that.

“Exactly what I’m thinking” you say. “How do you read that shit, seriously?” She asks and gives the pieces of paper back to you. “Oh I've been playing for years, I started with lessons. At first I was actually learning, I learned all the grips and notes, how to hold it correctly, bla bla bla. But then it became learning and memorizing random songs I didn’t care about. So I quit. Just the lessons tho, I never stopped playing.” You explain.

She listens intently, nodding along as you ramble on about your many teachers, performances, friends you had made along your musical journey and how you had begged your mum for your very own trumpet. Quitting lessons also meant having to give back the trumpet they had given to you. Well, not really given, your mum had to pay a monthly fee for lessons and said trumpet.

After a little while you realise you’ve been rambling and apologise. “Oh I’m sorry, I talk a lot” you say quietly. The room suddenly feels very warm, your face heating up in embarrassment. “You’re fine dude” Sevika says. “It’s very entertaining, so don’t worry. You can talk however much you like.” She offers you a soft smile. You smile back and thank her.

Somewhere during your ramble she sat back down on her own bed and leaned back against the wall. She still sits there unmoving, just looking at you in silence, it’s a comfortable silence that the both of you sit in for a bit before you remember you should really be studying this music and look back down at the sheets.

After a while of reviewing your sheets, practicing changing the grips by pretending you’re playing and counting how long you have to be silent for before you have to start playing again, you have had enough. You inhale deeply and breathe out in the form of a sigh. Sevika looks up at you, a questioning look in her eyes. You hold the sheets up and she chuckles.

You hop off your bed and pull out a binder from one of the bed drawers, placing the music sheets neatly where they belong before closing it and putting it back inside the drawer. Then Sevika speaks. “You said you own a trumpet, did you take it with you for band? Or do you get one from the school”. You turn back around and rest your hips against the wooden frame of your bed, facing Sevika who is still sitting on hers.

“I think there's an option to rent an instrument from the school but I took my own with me, I just prefer it over a random trumpet. Not that they’d be super different from each other but you know. Plus it was possible they wouldn’t even have one for me.” You answered. She simply nods before asking to see your trumpet.

You agree and walk over to your closet, where you store your trumpet, and take it out. You put the storage case on your bed and unclasp it, opening the lid and stepping aside so Sevika can see. She gets off her bed and steps over to the open case. She reaches one of her hands out, glancing over at you as if to ask for permission to touch it. You nod and she runs her fingers over the cold instrument.

“It’s quite pretty” she says and you let out a small huff of air that could be considered a laugh. “It’s really not Sevika. It’s old and it's not as clean as it used to be” you admit and she shrugs. “I think it's pretty.” You’re about to tell her your old trumpet really isn’t that special when you hear a knock at the door.

Sevika walks over and opens the door slightly to see who’s knocking, she opens it all the way when she sees its Ekko. He steps inside. “Dude, do you ever read your texts?” he questions. You shoot him a confused look, he sighs. “Sorry dude, I was reviewing the new music. You are aware we’re supposed to start memorizing it. right?” you ask him, genuinely wondering if he had listened to the given instructions.

“Of course I’m aware” he says while rolling his eyes at you. “Anyway I wanted to ask if you wanted to get lunch. But you weren’t replying so I decided to come over before our possible lunch plans turned into dinner plans” he says, then he looks at you with a disappointed look on his face. “I thought of that amazing joke and I don’t even get a smile? Rude”

“It really wasn’t that funny” you tell him and he rolls his eyes again. Then he looks at Sevika, a hopeful look in his eyes. “Don’t bring me into this.” She says and throws her hands up in the air.

“Fine, but do you wanna get lunch or not?” He asks, looking back at you again. You nod before turning to Sevika. “You wanna come with us” you ask. “Sure why not,” she shrugs. You close the trumpet case and put it back in your closet. “Lets go then.”

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[yangjungwonisms]

7 Minutes in Heaven-YJW

warnings: NSFW in the middle| MDNI 18+

It was all a misunderstanding, at least that’s what Jungwon swore to you up and down when you caught him in a lie. He had been coming home late from work all week, which wasn’t like him at all. All week long he had been telling you he had to stay later at work to finish work on a big project. You’d never had any reason before to doubt what he was telling you, but when one of his coworkers who was supposed to be working late with him messaged you asking if you two wanted to get a late dinner you became confused. You tried to calm down and give Jungwon the benefit of the doubt, but when you messaged his friend back asking if Jungwon had been working late that day and they said that he had been leaving at the same time as him everyday that you started to second guess things. So naturally, you called Jungwon but he didn’t answer. So you decided to go to his office to see if he was there and maybe his friend had been mistaken. The office was closed, you figured that out in just enough time for Jungwon to call you back. “Hey baby, sorry I didn’t answer I was caught up at work. Is everything okay”? You didn’t know how exactly to feel upon learning your boyfriend of 2 years had been lying to you. But you were trying to keep your cool because you weren’t keen on having an argument over the phone. You had been silent too long for his liking and he was started to panic. “That’s actually funny you say that, I’m standing outside of your office, Sunghoon invited us for dinner. I'm a little confused because isn’t Sunghoon who you’re working on your project with”? He said nothing, he had been caught and he knew it. “So tell me, Jungwon. Where have you been going everyday after work”?

“It isn’t what you think baby”. Why couldn’t he have just answered the question, that’s what was pissing you off. Because if it was truly nothing he could’ve just told you. “Okay, if it isn’t what I think then you should have no problem telling me. Where have you been”? Within seconds of you sending that text Jungwon had called you, wanting to have this conversation over the phone instead of text. “Baby, it’s nothing I promise”. You took a second, sighing trying to calm your nerves but it was a battle you were slowly losing. “So then if it���s nothing just tell me Jungwon”. Now he was the one who sighed, in your relationship there were very few times you or Jungwon ever got into arguments. In fact, you’d almost never seen or heard him lose his cool. But now you were starting to see his demeanor slip. “Can’t you just trust me? You’re making this into a bigger deal than it needs to be babe”. Now you were pissed. “That’s not what this is about Jungwon, you’ve been lying to me every day telling me you were at work when you weren’t. I think I’m owed honesty from you”. That seemed to set him off. “I’ve never given you a reason not to trust me, so I’d appreciate the benefit of the doubt”. He made a point but you couldn’t concede, you hated lying and if it truly was nothing then why couldn’t he have just told you from the start. “And I’d appreciate my boyfriend not lying to me”. He immediately started trying to defend himself and push you away from the fact he lied. “Jungwon let me ask you this, did you stay late at work this week”? All you heard was silence, before he sighed answering with a short “no”. “Will you tell me where you were”? He knew that his answer was going to make things worse yet he chose it anyway “I can’t baby”. You were crying at that point and reaching the point of exhaustion after having argued with him for what felt like hours at that point. “Okay, well, I would appreciate it if you found somewhere else to stay tonight and for the foreseeable future”.

It was now a week later and you and Jungwon still weren’t speaking. He still wasn’t sure how he had managed to fuck things up so badly. He knew how it looked, and yes he had lied to you but it really wasn’t what it seemed. He had been at Jay’s house after work getting his help with something. Jungwon had recently started planning to propose to you, but after a little bit he realized he needed help. The only person he thought to ask that wouldn’t tell you accidentally was Jay. He hadn’t wanted to ruin the surprise so he just made up the first excuse that came to his mind. He hadn’t even considered that you would find out he was lying. Even still, when you confronted him he could’ve just told you the truth. But he couldn’t lie, hearing you refuse to take him at his word had pissed him off. He had always done everything in his power to be open and accessible to you. But seeing how easy it was for you to doubt him had wounded his pride. So, even though it was childish if you didn’t want to talk to him, he wasn’t going to talk to you either.

Now here you both were, too stubborn to talk to the other first. Jay, who had been letting Jungwon crash at his place for the last week was losing his mind at how stubborn you were both being. There were several times he himself had considered just going to you and telling you what was going on. But it wasn’t his place. He as well as your other mutual friends had; had enough of the moping around. They were tired of hearing you both complain about an argument that should’ve been over by now. So they came up with a plan, without telling either of you, they dragged you both to a party at another friend's place.

You were beyond pissed at your friends, you were pissed at a lot of things this last week. Pissed that your friends tricked you into talking to your boyfriend. You were pissed that Jungwon wouldn’t just tell you what he was doing. Jungwon was pissed just the same but for different reasons. Still even though you were mad at him, you missed him more than anything. You two never fought, and on the rare occasions you did it was always over before it really ever began. So when Friday had hit and your friends showed up at your apartment wanting to take you out, you were thrilled. It was just the distraction you needed. All week long you had been spiraling over the fact that Jungwon still hadn’t reached out to you, so you very much needed to get your mind off of it. So maybe you had drank a little more than was necessary, but you were having fun nonetheless. That was until you looked across the room and saw Jungwon staring daggers into you. Frantically, you turned to your friend pulling her into the hall “what the fuck is Jungwon doing here”? Your friend rolled her eyes moving to push past you “he’s here because you two need to grow up and make up already”. You knew your friend was right but you weren’t ready to put your pride aside yet.

Jungwon on the other hand, was livid. He hasn’t seen you for over a week and the first time he does, you’re out drinking in a tight little dress. He hated how it made him feel. Normally he would’ve had the smug satisfaction of knowing that you were dressed up for him. But he didn’t know who this was for. You had yet to realize Jungwon was there, so he had to watch you unabashedly accept drinks from every stranger that walked by. He’d had enough of it, before his brain caught up to his body he had already walked across the room to you. “What the hell are you doing here”? You didn’t have to look to know who it was that was talking to you. “I could ask you the same thing”. He stood there seething with every second that passed. “I asked you a question baby, answer me”. He had a lot of nerve to get an attitude with you when he’s the reason this argument was even happening. “Why should I tell you anything? It’s not like you’ve been answering any of my questions lately”. That seemed to piss him off more.

Within seconds Jungwon had grabbed you by the arm dragging you into the next empty room. “You’re pissing me off right now baby”. Jungwon wasn’t proud of how angry he was getting, but he had been drinking after all and was hardly able to control his temper. “How am I pissing you off? This is the first time I’ve seen you in a week”. His only response was to slowly back you up against the door, he had been slowly inching forward and all that remained between you two was a couple of inches at most. “Because, you look so fucking sexy in that dress and it’s driving me crazy. Not being with you this week is driving me crazy”. The atmosphere in the room had flipped at a blinding speed, by his sudden confession. “Yeah, well whose fault is that won”? His body was flush against you at this point, you could feel how hard he was against your leg. “Fuck baby, it’s mine I know it is. I’m sorry”. Him being so close to you, did more harm than it did good. You were okay being mad at him from a distance but up close and alone with no buffer your body was succumbing to him. “Oh fuck this”. Were the last words you said before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into you.

Your bodies were moving on autopilot at this moment. You had both had a long week and you were both exhausted pretending you didn’t need the other. The only sound in the room was the sound of your heavy breathing and kissing. It didn’t take long before Jungwon had pulled you across the room until he had you backed up against a desk. “baby, I need you. Been thinking about fucking you all week”. You couldn’t judge him for it, because you, yourself had been thinking about him railing you all week. “Then shut up and fuck me already”. That seemed to set him into action, he grabbed you, turning you around and pushing you down onto the desk. He didn’t bother taking your clothes off, instead he just pushed your dress up and pulled your underwear to the side. “Fuck baby, so fucking wet for me. Gonna stretch you out real quick so you can take my cock”. He did just that, his movements were quick and impatient with the way he pushed two fingers into you and started fucking into you vigorously. He was quick to slap a hand over your mouth, not wanting anyone to know what you two were up to in that room. “Baby, I need you to shut up and take what I give you. Can you do that”? You simply nodded your head, he took that as his sign to continue. He removed his hands from you and moved them to quickly undo his pants.

He started fucking into you so hard that you couldn’t even remember what it was you were mad about. You could feel how frustrated he had been in the rough way he was handling you. “Feels so fucking good baby, missed you so much. Missed your pussy so much”. You don’t say anything, partly because the way he’s fucking you is so intense that you genuinely can’t form sentences. But also because you are still just a little angry at him. Jungwon noticed how quiet you were being, faltering ever so slightly. “Are you feeling okay baby”? That snapped you back to the moment, deciding that you needed him more than anything else. “Feels s’good won. Fuck me on the bed please, need to see you”. Wordlessly, he picked you up and moved you to the bed, readjusting before starting to fuck you in missionary.

Time moves by in a blur after that, he must’ve fucked you 3 times before you two finally pulled away from each other. When you had finally recovered enough to get up and get dressed the tension in the room had set in. You were getting ready to walk out of the door before Jungwon grabbed your arm and turned you to face him. “Baby, wait. Will you let me explain”? You look at him nodding, moving past him to sit on the desk allowing him the opportunity to speak. “I’m really sorry I lied to you”. You take a second making sure he’s done speaking before responding. “Then why did you”? He moved across the room standing right in front of you before kneeling down in between your legs, grabbing both of your hands in his. “I was trying to plan a surprise for you and Jay had been helping me. That was the reason I didn’t wanna tell you. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise”. You make eye contact with him for the first time that night, shaking your head and pulling him in for a brief kiss. “Okay. I accept your explanation. I’m sorry for being so stubborn. I love you”. Jungwon felt a weeks worth of stress dissipate when you kissed him. “Does this mean I can come back home? I’m sure Jay is tired of me and I’ve missed you so much. Plus, I’m out of clean clothes”. You can only laugh at that before standing up, grabbing his hand in yours and walking out of the room. The minute you two step out, all eyes are on you. From the corner of the room you hear Jay yell out “who bet they’d have sex in Jake’s room before the end of the night”? The only response was Jake yelling from the kitchen “you’ve got to be kidding me”.

[cillianhead]

Heeyy, love your work💜 aaand I was wondering could you write dad's Bestfriend! Cillian and how your dad keeps asking Cillian to go on a double date with him and his wife since he's been single for a while, but Cillian doesn't want to and (you're at your house) or then somehow you and him end up in the same place later and talk about it? one of you confesses they're glad he didn't go cos they had feelings for the other and then things get heated 😉😉

Sorry if it's all over the place, I have so many little ideas in my brain rn lol

Thank you☺️

Thank you so much for your request, I've literally been thinking sooooo much about the idea of Dad's BestFriend! Cillian and how I wanted to write about it, I hope this is what you were looking for!

Enjoy <3

Illicit Affairs || Dad's BestFriend! Cillian Murphy x Reader

warnings: SMUT, age gap (Cillian is in his 40s, reader is in her 20s), taboo relationship, unprotected P in V, oral sex (f receiving), a bit angsty, having to hide their relationship, jealousy, some homophobic comments I guess?? (not from Cillian), general adult content!! (Cillian isn't an actor/famous in this also he moved to America... in this!) (Also this fic is quite long... so that's a warning!)

18+ Minors DNI

Cillian Murphy was that charming Irish man who lived just down your street. He had moved there around five or six years ago, you couldn't really remember, it was when you were just seventeen. He had moved here in the hopes of getting away from his ex-wife back in Ireland and starting over. Your dad was incredibly welcoming to him when he first moved in and they quickly became good buddies. Your dad was into sports and drinking beer, cooking out on the grill, and all that classic dad stuff. Cillian enjoyed that stuff too but he was much more into the arts than your dad ever could be. You two bonded over that. Cillian taught you how to play guitar, you'd write songs together, you'd go to concerts of bands you both liked.

Now you were twenty-four, in your last year of college and Cillian was still around, you still got together and went to concerts or played the guitar together every now and then, though you were more busy now and so was he. You'd had a crush on him ever since you had laid your eyes on him but you understood why it was wrong, understood why he was off limits. You couldn't help but grow jealous though when you'd see him bring home women every now and then and then see them leaving in the morning. It wasn't an occasion that happened often but it got on your nerves regardless, you knew you had no right to feel that way. But it still made you feel sick to your stomach.

Of course, you'd had a couple of boyfriends, none of them were all that serious. You hated yourself for comparing them to him, knowing no man could ever compare to the man that Cillian is. Your dad was oblivious to your (not-so) little crush. You had to keep it that way, not that anything was ever going to happen between you but you knew your dad would be uncomfortable with the idea of you having a crush on one of his best buddies.

"Cillian's comin' over tonight, Y/N." Your dad popped his head into your room, you just nodded and smiled before he left. You still lived at home since you studied not too far from home, your parents were more than happy to let you live there for as long as you needed but you had plans of moving out soon, as soon as you graduated.

"Thanks, Dad... I already know that." You chuckled. Your mom was downstairs cooking dinner and you had also received text messages from the man himself, earlier that day informing you he was coming over, so you were very much aware that he was coming over.

Cillian: Can't wait to see you. It's been a while, kid. xxx

You'd read the message over and over and over again. Your heart fluttered each time you did so. You hated how he called you 'kid', you were a grown woman, you weren't a kid anymore. You really hated it because you knew you didn't hate it. In fact, the nickname made you all shy and giggly, it made you like him even more.

It was around six when your mom called out for you that dinner was ready. You had tried your best to look nice, for whatever reason that may be. It wasn't anything too crazy or too dressy but it was definitely nicer than how you'd normally dress when you had guests over. A small black skirt that was a bit risky with how short it was but you could definitely get away with wearing it and a tight long-sleeved black shirt, tucked into it. You could hear chattering from the dining room, the sound of Cillian's chortling made you smile as you entered the room to find yourself meeting the back of the head of an unfamiliar blonde woman, sitting next to Cillian, and making him laugh. Your smile had dropped.

"Oh, sweetie!" Your mom waved you over to the table, the food had been served, both parents sitting on either end of the table while you had to sit and face Cillian and this strange blonde lady. Was this his girlfriend? You knew it had been around a month or so since you'd last seen him but surely he hadn't gotten a girlfriend in such a short amount of time. "This is Cassandra... we've been friends since college, I thought it would be nice to introduce her to Cillian... I've always said how I thought they'd get along."

You just nodded politely, looking Cillian in the eyes to see the discomfort staring back at you. Cassandra was beaming, as any woman should be if she sat beside Cillian, you just glared as you prepared your plate of food. You remained civil, of course, nodding along to things being said and laughing extra hard at jokes your dad tried to make. But you couldn't get rid of the big fat elephant in the room, Cassandra. She was pretty enough, with long blonde hair (obviously bleached, you thought), and makeup done elegantly but it was a bit much. Lip fillers to the max and smooth botox-filled skin. But the thing was... her perfume was obnoxiously loud for a smell. It filled the room like someone had bombed the place with perfume-scented grenades and it absolutely ruined the food. You don't know how Cillian could just sit there, breathing in her perfume without vomiting all over the place. You were sitting across the table and it was horrible, practically on the verge of a migraine, how bad must it be having to sit right next to her?

You scolded yourself silently for trying to put down this woman in your head. She hadn't done anything wrong except breathe near Cillian. It wasn't her fault you had some sort of weird jealousy issues when it came to him.

"...What... what do you do for work, Cassandra?" Cillian asked politely before taking a bite from his fork, looking at Cassandra with genuine interest. That made your gut churn.

"Oh... well I actually work for the Catholic church just around the corner," Cassandra smiled. "I actually go around... um... telling people about Catholicism and its benefits, trying to get them to join." You took a sip of your wine with a cheeky grin on your face as you saw Cillian's discomfort with her response. You knew fully well he had no issue with people practicing religion but you knew how he felt for people to go around and shove their beliefs down people's throats. With the slightest bit of alcohol running through your veins, you found some courage to feign interest in her line of 'work'.

"That's really interesting, Cassie," You hummed delightfully, your parents looked over at you cautiously. You knew you had crossed a line by calling her 'Cassie'. "What are your thoughts on gay people?" The room went silent. The drop of a pin could be heard.

Her face went beet red at this question. Your mom gave you a disappointed look before faking a smile. Cillian looked amused before turning to Cassandra, everyone waiting for her response.

"I... erm...." She was looking around the room. Now maybe you had guessed wrong, maybe she was totally fine with gay people but you had a feeling her answer was going to be the complete opposite of that. "I think... if someone wishes... to live that lifestyle... then they should... keep it to themselves..." You cringed at that response. "I think God... I think God would not approve of... that sort of lifestyle." Bazinga. Cillian was immediately put off.

"I didn't realize you spoke for God himself." Cillian chuckled as he looked down into his glass of wine with that mischievous smile that mirrored your own. The two of you giggled at each other, Cillian seemed sort of relieved in a way that he didn't have to deal with this bozo of a woman anymore and your jealousy had disappeared along with the food on your plate.

Eventually, Cassandra left hurriedly. Your mom scolded you for being rude but you just shrugged it off. Cillian stuck around to hang out with your dad as you and your mom cleaned the dishes, you could hear them chattering on the back porch, probably about the latest baseball game or your dad trying to convince Cillian to come over one day for a barbecue.

"Go bring these to your father and Cillian, sweetie." Your mom hands a pack of beer which you take carefully as you nod.

Walking out to the back veranda, Cillian sat with a cigarette in between his lips. How could someone be so pretty? You sat the beers down on the small coffee table before turning back around to keep helping your mom but were quickly stopped by Cillian's hands curling around your wrist. Electric jolts ran through you with his touch. "Why don't you join us, kid?" Cillian hummed.

"Alright." You politely sat down beside him, he sat in between you and your father. It was a lovely summer's night, the crickets chirped and the sun was only just setting at almost nine at night. It was quiet and peaceful and warm. Cillian's presence especially helped provide that atmosphere.

You tucked your legs up into your chest, you and Cillian occasionally sharing glances at each other while your dad and he continued to talk about subjects that didn't capture your interest. Every time he looked at you, you felt like you could explode, his eyes so captivating and simply electrifying. "Here, love." Cillian passed the cigarette over to you, and you took a small drag. Your dad gave you a disapproving look but shook it off as you passed it back, letting out the bellowing smoke from the chambers of your lungs and mouth.

"Weird seein' my little girl smoking a cigarette," Your father grumbled, cracking open a cold one and handing it over to Cillian. "S'not right, you've grown up too fast." While he opened himself a beer, Cillian laid his eyes on you, sucking in the thick smoke of his fag.

You just rolled your eyes at your father's comment. "If it makes you feel better... the only time I have ever smoked a cigarette is when I've been around Cillian." You giggled, looking over at Cillian to see him tilting his head at you, playfully nudging you.

"Hey," He whispered. "Don't dob me in, kid!" His voice was low and husky, you felt yourself squeeze a little at the tremor his tone caused.

Grasping your lip in between your bottom lip you just shook your head as you leaned your head against the wall of the house, staring out at the sunset. You sat out there for a little while, sharing puffs of the cigarette with Cillian until your dad got up, grumbling somethin' about how he was going to help your mother. Leaving you and Cillian alone together. Alone.

"Your parents are pretty eager to hook me up with someone," Cillian said, breaking the silence between you.

"Yeah?" You sucked in a breath.

"Yeah," He took a sip of his beer, setting it down on the table before stretching an arm back and laying it behind you, his hand gently resting on your shoulder. You were flustered, being so close to him, in this sort of dim lighting. "Apparently, I'm goin' out this Saturday to go on a double date wit' your folks... and some woman named Naomi."

You bit back a scowl. "Oh... that's nice..." You lied through your teeth, Cillian just let out an amused huff. It gave off the impression he was irritated with something but you couldn't quite pick up on why he would be annoyed. He wanted you to stand up and tell him to stay, to tell him to be with you instead, he wanted you to be angry, he thought.

You knew who Naomi was. She worked with your dad, you had met her a few times. She was incredibly bright, charming, and nonetheless beautiful, ageing gracefully. Cillian and her were going to get along quite well, in fact, you felt yourself grow sad over the fact they would probably flourish as a couple. You and Cillian sat in silence for a little while longer, you didn't know what else to say. You felt ashamed that this wasn't just a crush you had, you harbored genuine and strong feelings for him that you knew he could never reciprocate. It was wrong. But how could you not want to be with him? He was the best man you'd ever met. Cillian was kind, he understood your silence, and he made you laugh until your ribs hurt. He comforted you like no other, without even trying and god... he was magnetic, the most handsome man you'd ever seen.

"She's not the woman I'm interested in though," Cillian groused, his fingers fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt, his thumb occasionally brushing over the bare skin on your shoulder. You turned your head to look at him with a frown. His face perfectly aligned with yours, hot breath on your face, his pale blue eyes lit up by the rising moon. You could kiss him at that moment... but you wouldn't. You shouldn't. "Y/N..." He took in a deep breath, and your heart raced, it seemed like he was about to confess something. "I..."

"Come on! Let me walk ya home!" Your dad stepped out, and you immediately hopped up and out of the seat, not wanting your dad to see the close proximity you and Cillian were in, not that anything was happening between you two. Not that your dad would see anything you were feeling at that moment. "Sorry was I interrupting something?" Your dad murmured obliviously, disappointment painting both of your faces.

"No... no... I'd better be goin'," Cillian stood up, brushing himself off before pulling you into a tight hug. "See ya round, kid." He whispered into your hair before letting go of you, he gave you a longing stare before turning away.

"Bye, Cillian..."

Your heart sank as you watched him go. Curiosity that ate away at you bubbled in your stomach. What was he going to tell you? Surely... it's not what you were thinking? Sitting in your room that night, you struggled to think about anything else. You hated the idea of Cillian meeting this Naomi woman and falling in love with her. You hated that you felt like you had some sort of possession over him, he wasn't yours and he never would be.

Stormy Saturday rolled around and you had no plans, you just watched your parents get ready for this double date of theirs as you wallowed in self-pity and the sky opened up, just as moody as you were. They pestered you on why you were so grumpy, you just shrugged them off, blaming it on hormones. With every step they took towards the door, your heart broke more and more. You wished them goodbye before sitting on the couch with a tub of ice cream to soothe away the pain. An hour went by and you figured the date had started by now, Naomi and Cillian were probably planning their marriage straight away and you would have to watch him give himself away, you would have to sit in the church pews and resist from standing up and screaming when the minister asks if anyone has any objections. You imagined yourself watching their first dance, watching Cillian stand up and tell the world how she's the most amazing woman he's ever known and that he loves her. You imagined having to congratulate him, you imagined growing old and alone, still just as in love with him as you are now. You groaned at your silly thoughts.

"Get over yourself." You said through gritted teeth, talking to yourself as you bit back tears.

You had some stupid rom-com on, only further reminding you of how painfully alone you were and how desperately you wished to be the one Cillian wanted. You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts by your phone buzzing beside you, quickly picked it up when you saw it was your dad calling.

"Hey dad, how's it going?" You asked with a casual hum, plopping another bit of the vanilla ice cream into your mouth.

"Have you seen Cillian? He's yet to arrive." Your dad sounded worried, he was never a worrier. "He said he was going to show up earlier but we haven't heard from him since... have you heard from him?"

"No, I haven't, is he okay... do you think?" You sat up fully now, setting the ice cream aside. It wasn't like Cillian to not respond at all for so long. If he wasn't going to show up, he'd at least let the people know. You hear a loud strike of lightning outside, shaking the room.

"I don't know, I don't know, Y/N, it's been an hour and a half, he should be here..." Your dad grumbles. You can hear the sound of your mom apologizing to someone else, no doubt Naomi was the person she was apologizing to. Sorry, your future husband hasn't arrived, you imagined her saying. "Alright, I'm gonna go, we're gonna stick around here for a little longer... call me if you hear from him."

The call ends and you're left with an uneasy feeling in your chest. What if Cillian was hurt? You tried to brush away that feeling, getting up and putting the ice cream back in the freezer and the spoon in the sink. A knock at your front door, as loud as the thunder outside made you jump about halfway across the kitchen. Who would be knocking at this time? Especially during this weather?

You rush to the door, the rain pouring out, the trees just about to be ripped out of the ground with how harsh the wind was and you open the door, scowling at the wind.

"Y/N." Cillian gasped out, he looked straight out of a movie scene. Soaking wet. He took a step in, dripping all over the place. His eyebrows furrowed together as he approached you.

"Cillian, what? What are you doing here?!" You exclaimed, shutting the door. "My parents are worried sick about you!"

"I...."

"Why aren't you at your date?" You interrupted, scolding him like a naughty child. He was shivering as he took off his sopping coat, leaving him in a white button-up shirt that was equally soaked. It didn't leave much to the imagination, with the already somewhat translucent material and the water leaking through. It stuck to every inch of his skin like cellophane, his nipples peeked through, his chest and stomach on full display. You stopped yourself from checking him out any further, growing flustered as you felt him corner you in the living room. He had a wild look in his eyes.

"Cillian?" You ask again, concerned. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his eyes locked on you. He didn't seem to really care that he was as wet as a dog.

"Y/N..."

"Cillian..." You repeated.

His eyes said everything he was thinking. Hunger, love, and deep untamed desperation. You winced a bit at the feeling of hand cupping your face. "I love you." He whispered and you gasped.

"Cillian..." You whispered back, hesitant to respond to what he just said. "Have you... have you had something to drink tonight?"

"I'm completely sober, kid," He grunted as he leaned in to kiss you, hot breath on your neck as you quickly turned your cheek to him. You pushed him away, you knew this was wrong. You took a step away from him, and Cillian gave you a look of hurt. "Y/N, baby, I need to tell you this. I have to know you feel the same way." His voice was shaking. The room shook with him, you sat down on your sofa and curled your body up into a tiny ball. "Look at me, kid, look at me." "Don't call me kid!" You yelled with tears in your eyes, finally looking him in the eyes. Cillian jumped a bit at the sudden outburst, it wasn't like you to yell.

"Y/N..." Cillian whispered, a look of hurt.

"We... we can't... I don't know... what's going on right now... but this isn't right... you're my dad's best friend..."

"And you're my best friend's daughter," He sat beside you, placing his hand on your thigh and the other on your chin, making you look at him. "But it doesn't.... it doesn't change these feelings... I have for you."

"Why?" You shook your head away, trying to hide the hot tears that slipped down your face. "Why would you have feelings for me? You could have anyone... and you decide me." "I didn't decide this," Cillian sighed, he leaned in and pressed his face into your warm shoulder. His cold wet hair tickles along your jawline. "But I want you... it doesn't matter... any woman could beg to have me... I'd still want you, Y/N. No one else matters... I need you." Your heart ached. It felt like Cillian had wrapped his warm hand around your poor heart and squeezed it until warm raspberry jam spilled out of his fist. You felt torn.

"Don't cry, baby..." His voice was low and every bit of you wanted to fling yourself at him, to confess your undying love, to run away to Paris with him and never come back. The way he called you baby was delectable. But you couldn't stop thinking about your parents, about the look on their faces if they saw this. "Y/N... baby..." "Stop calling me baby..." You cried, turning your face full of anguish towards him. Cillian's lip quivered, thumb swiping away your tears. "I don't... I don't get it. I just don't get it, Cillian... why... you? Why... me?"

"You are the most extraordinary person I have ever met, kid..." Cillian's petal-like lips whispered to you oh-so-gently. Your eyes locked on the way his mouth moved as he spoke. "I... I know it's wrong, I know I'm a fuckin' creep... for feeling this way for you... I'm old enough to be your goddamn father... I've known you since you were... just seventeen-"

"How long... have you... you known...?"

"Since you came home from your trip to California last year..." He replied all too quickly. "I saw you with that stupid boy... Kyle or whatever the fuck his bloody name was and all I saw was red... I didn't... I couldn't handle seeing you with him." You bit back a smile. "You're too good... for any of those college boys..." He grumbled. "A lady like you... she needs to be treated right."

You can treat me right Cillian, you thought. "I've never wanted them... the way I've wanted you..." "Fuck..." He let out quietly, biting his own lip in response. "You can't say things like that." His blue eyes were just a sliver of what they once were, pupils were blown wide as if he were high from just staring at you. "Most brilliant girl... fuck... that last gig we went to... I wanted to wrap me arm around you and kiss you silly... claim you as mine... but... I was too afraid."

"What gave you the courage?"

"I've just had enough," Cillian swiped another tear off your cheek. "Had enough of waiting... I can't wait any longer..."

"I can't wait any longer either... it's been eating away at me, the idea of you with anyone else. I just... I can't picture you with anyone else."

Cillian grinned at you, still shivering from his wet clothes. You put him out of his misery, connecting your lips. After all this time, what felt like an eternity, you kissed. The oxygen around you no longer mattered, you had each other to breathe in now. This kiss was not slow and romantic, it was violent like you were trying to consume each other, trying to see who could win in this cannibalistic fight. His hands grasped at your waist, pulling you onto his lap and wetting your clothes with his soggy ones.

"Take my shirt off..." He whispered, he didn't have to ask you twice.

You unbuttoned his shirt as best you could while it was wet before ripping it open and revealing his delicious skin. "You're so pretty, Cillian..." This moment was surreal. The man of your dreams, twenty years older than you, with crow's feet and grey hairs, and the most beautiful soul you had ever found, sitting in front of you with his body on display for you. Your soulmate. You both had known it for a long time now. Making out on your couch was unacceptable to Cillian so he picked you up and carried you upstairs with your legs wrapped around his slim waist.

He had been in your room plenty of times before but never for reasons like this. Never with the desire to rip all your clothes off and crawl inside you. Cillian closed and locked the door behind you before throwing you down onto your well-cushioned bed. You watched him slide out of his shoes and pull off the sticky shirt that draped off his shoulders. Now he was completely shirtless and was prowling towards you like a tiger to its prey. "Gonna take your clothes off of now, love, is that alright?" He asked quickly, fingers slipping underneath the waistband of your shorts. You nodded desperately, your brain lost in some sort of fog of disbelief and horniness.

"God..." You whispered as you helped him shimmy off your shorts and you pulled your shirt quickly over your head. Leaving you in nothing but some small boxer shorts. He grinned madly.

"S'pretty..." His hands slid up your waist until both hands cupped each of your tits in his hands. "Fucking hell, kid." You rolled your head back at him calling you that, groaning at how it turned you on and gasping as you felt his hot mouth latch itself onto your hard nipple.

"Cillian... oh my god!" Your fingers tugged on his hair before he pulled off of you with a pop.

His lips were quickly back on yours as he pulled down your shorts, now you were completely naked and he knelt down on his knees so his face was perfectly aligned with what was between your legs. Your pussy was already soaking wet for him, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. "You are the most beautiful thing..." He whispered, staring directly at your throbbing cunt. "And the sweetest." His mouth worked deliciously on you and as if his tongue wasn't already enough, he slipped a finger into you, fingering at your g-spot.

"Oh!" You writhed around on the sheets, thighs tightly locked around his head, wet hair sticking to your soft skin. He was truly devouring you, like a man who had been malnourished for years, he feasted on you as if you were his last meal. And when you came on his face, he moaned loudly. The orgasm crept on you and hit you out of nowhere, you couldn't hold in the noises that came out of your throat.

You were delirious as you lay there, whining as he continued to finger you. "Fuck... I could eat your pussy all night long, baby," Cillian panted, chin dripping in your juices. "But I've gotta be inside ya."

"I'm... on the pill..." You murmured out, he pulled his finger out of you, sucking it clean as he undid his slacks. He moaned lowly at your words, letting his pants and underwear fall to his ankles. Cillian carried you up until your head rested on the pillows now. It was romantic the way he was handling you, the moment was so intimate as he stroked his cock, lining it up with your wanting hole. "I've thought about this... for so long..." "Me too, baby." Cillian huffed, rolling his eyes back into his skull as he fit the head of his cock into your pussy, pushing the rest in there slowly but surely. You arched your back against him, whimpering as he pressed fully into you. "So good." Cillian groaned as he leaned down and bit down on your lip, pulling it away and watching it pop back into place before properly kissing you. You made out while he remained still inside of you, his hands on either side of your head as your tongues twisted together. The first thrust sent your body into a state of euphoria as he began picking up the pace, rocking his hips in and out of you. Your fingers ran scratches up and down his back. Your bed old and creaky, slamming against the wall as soon as he fucked you hard and fast while remaining still so painfully romantic.

"I love you," You gasped out. "I love you... Cillian!"

"I fuckin' love you so much," His head hung low, and you got the perfect view of him above you. His face flushed and his eyes fixed on your own face full of pleasure. "You're mine, all mine... and I'm yours."

"All mine..." You repeated with a moan, clenching around him, feeling your own high slowly begin to grow.

"You're takin' me so good," Cillian's praise made you throb, his grunting making you gush around him. "My good girl, my best girl."

The look of love in his eyes and in your own could be seen a thousand miles away. Your souls' grand reunion, your bodies becoming one, and your love finally coming out into the open, like a beautiful fruitful spring after a long and dark winter. "I'm close, Cillian."

"Cum around me, love, I wanna feel you come undone." "I want you to cum inside me..." "Fuck," He groaned, hips stuttering into you. "I'll give ya what you want since you asked so nicely." Your vision went white, ears ringing as your hot sweaty bodies pressed together, fitting so perfectly together. Never had anyone made you cum like this before. Your orgasm washes over you in foamy waves, like a stormy ocean hitting the shore over and over and over again. Cillian's rhythm slowed down as he rutted into you, warm cum filling you, and you felt so relieved, this was how it was always meant to be. His lips pressed sloppy kisses to your neck, moaning directly into your ear, both of you riding out your intense highs.

He stilled, letting a bit more of his seed spill into you before he hissed as he pulled out. Cillian lay beside you, wrapping an arm around you as shook softly, still feeling the effects of your own orgasm hitting you. His eyes examined you so gently, a dopey smile on his fairy-like face and his hair beginning to grow curly from how wet it was.

"Cillian..." You whispered, rolling over onto your side to look at him. "I love you." "I love you, kid." He whispered back, holding you like he had the world in his arms. To him, you were his world.

"We'll be okay, right?" "We just... have to keep this a secret... from your parents..." Cillian said, disappointment evident in his voice.

"Yeah... I know..." You pressed your face into his bare chest, loving the warmth. "Cillian... I wish you knew how strongly I felt about you."

"I feel the same way."

You shared sweet nothings with each other. Still, in disbelief, this was actually happening as you fell asleep with smiles on your faces, in each other's arms. Unfortunately in the morning, you'd have to suffer the consequences of your dad walking in on you and Cillian resting peacefully in your bed.

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hi! sorry this was so long but i hope you enjoyed <3

also sorry if there are any major mistakes!

[xoxoxkisses]

An an idea hear me out

It's about tokito twins tho mui and yui

If you might.

What if they just switch on dates with you like one day mui another yui they don't tell you about it and it did take some time for the reader to find out.

oooh this is a great request! info: story is told in a modern au! And characters are 18+. warnings: not proofread, sorry!

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Caught

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You were dating Muichiro for a while now. It didn’t take long for you to find out he had a twin brother until he came into Muichiro’s room not knowing you were there. After that, the three of up became inseparable.

Muichiro took you on a date at least twice a week. Or so you thought. Little did you know, the twins were playing a common twin game. When Muichiro couldn’t make it to a date, he always had his twin brother, Yuichiro, go on it. You never knew about it of course, you couldn’t tell them apart, except for one thing: Muichiro had a freckle on the top of his index finger.

Today was one of the date nights that Yuichiro had to go on. You had planned with Muichiro to go to the movies. While the two of you were watching the movie, you leaned over and kissed Yuichiro on the cheek. His face went bright red but you couldn’t tell. Yuichiro excused himself to the bathroom, you didn’t think anything of it and smiled at him.

In the bathroom Yuichiro pulled out his phone and texted Muichiro.

Yuichiro

“Muichiro, Y/N just kissed me on my cheek, what do I do?”

Muichiro

“It’s okay, just go along with it. If she tries to do anything you aren’t comfortable with politely shut her down.”

Yuichiro put his phone away and walked back into the theater room. He went to sit down and that’s when you noticed him. “You’re back!” You gave him a sweet smile. “Yeah.” He smiled back at you. This movie seemed to carry on forever he thought.

Once you two got into the car, you tried to kiss him. He turned away which shocked you. “Why don’t you want to kiss me Mui..?” You were getting really upset, Yuichiro was getting flustered and didn’t know what to do anymore. “I..um well it’s just we ate all of that popcorn, it’s not really appealing.” He said fidgeting with his hands. “Hmm, well I guess that makes sense.” You turned away and he couldn’t help but feel bad. ————————————————————————

This time it was Muichiro who took you on the date. He decided to take you to a tulip farm as tulips were your favorite flower. The two of you had a lot of fun.

As the sun was setting, he took you into his arms and kissed you passionately. This was a completely different demeanor than last week at the movies. Well of course it was. It was getting late so the two of you left and went back to his house.

At his house Yuichiro was in the family room watching a movie. “Hey Y/N.” He said glancing over at you. There was a reason he agreed to taking you on dates when Muichiro couldn’t. He liked you too. ————————————————————————

It’s been a few months since the twins started their date switch-a-roo. This time Yuchiro was with you. The two of you went to a spot in a field the watch the sunset. As the two of you sat there in pleasurable silence, you grabbed Yuichiro’s hand. You started playing with his fingers, finally holding his hand. You turned in his direction, staring at him. He was staring at you too, getting nervous. You slowly closed the gap between you two and kissed him. He felt his head spinning. No way that just happened, he thought. When you pulled back you looked down to play with his fingers again.

That’s when you noticed. The freckle wasn’t there. A confused look overcame your face. He noticed and looked down at what you were looking at. That’s when he also noticed it. His blood ran cold. You looked at him and pulled your phone out. You texted Muichiro.

You

“The sunset is really pretty from this field you know?”

Muichiro

“yeah, it is.”

The boy’s phone beside you didn’t buzz. You caught them. Yuichiro accepted defeat. He knew. “Take me to your house Yuichiro.” You looked at him blankly. “Y/N, look im so-.” you cut him off. “Yuichiro, take me to your house.” You stood up walking to the car, he followed not far behind.

Once you got there, the two of you waited for Muichiro to come home. Once he did, he greeted you two. “Hey Y/N and Mui-.” You stared at him, your blood boiling. “Cut the shit Muichiro. I found out your little secret.” His face flushed. How could you find out? “Where have you been when you couldn’t take me on dates hm?” He fidgeted with his hands. “Y/N, I’ve had to go into work on our date night and I didn’t want to tell you.” “So you sent me out with your BROTHER? Muichiro I kissed him, thinking it was you.” He felt as if his heart broke into a million pieces. “Y/N im sorry. I really am.” You just ignored him, you walked out and went home.

Your phone kept getting spammed with texts and calls from the twins. How could they do this to you? You decided in a few days you would go grab your belongings from their house.

You knocked on their door. Muichiro opened it, he looked horrible you had noticed. He had eye bags and his hair looked like he just neglected it. You felt bad, but you were still mad at him. When you went to his room to grab your things he asked to talk. “What is there to talk about Muichiro?” You crossed your arms. “Y/N just let me explain.”

You allowed him to explain, and at the end you were still mad, but you also decided to forgive him. You stayed the night at his house, talking about everything that happened. You had also talked to Yuichiro a little, he had also apologized. You and Muichiro were a little rocky the next few days, but you finally decided you could start to trust him again, and decided to limit your dates to just once a week.

[kiwihrt]

snowflakes falling gently ; hyj

m.list le sserafim m.list

summary. while taking a walk in the park, you run into someone—literally.

pairing. huh yunjin x gn!reader

genre. fluff, meet-cute, romantic.

word count. 0.8k words

warnings. non-idol au, a little cliché, one use of y/n, takes place in new york, yunjin introduces herself as jennifer since this takes place in ny/they’re speaking english.

✐ wanted to write a cute winter fic before the season ended <3 anyway, no longer going to be doing coloured text on my fics (unless it’s one in the drafts) because my computer is so slow i can’t get the website up </3

Your boots made a low clicking sound every time they hit the salted, snow free pavement of the sidewalk. There were still a few fallen leaves on the grass surrounding you that hadn’t blown away during autumn, and became blanketed under the now melting snow.

You appreciated the near silence you were given. Apart from the distant cars, and the few chattering voices, this area of the park was rather silent. It was different from what you were used to, and you enjoyed it.

You had the thought in the back of your mind that this would’ve been even better if you had a warm coffee with you, but it was too late for that now. You decided you’d get one on the way back to your apartment.

As you walked, you tried to get two steps in every square of the sidewalk. You wondered if this made you look strange to others—taking unusually large steps. You chose to ignore it. It was New York, anyway. Who cares.

A woman with a small dog passed by you, and she ignored you, but the dog had a look in its eyes like it wanted to run up to you. If given the okay, you would’ve ran right up to it—it was so cute.

You adjusted your two steps per square into three steps, looking up as you realized it was beginning to snow.

You tended to get in your own head often, losing sight of what’s around you. You were eyeing a snowflake that was headed right for you, and next thing you knew you were running into someone, who gasped in shock and tumbled back a few steps.

You looked down, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. There was no way that just happened.

You tried to rush out an apology, but you laid your eyes on the most beautiful girl you think you had ever seen. Her hair was dyed a deep, cherry red, similar to the colour staining her cheeks—which you guessed were red from the biting cold. And her eyes, a gorgeous honey brown, were wide with shock.

You weren’t really one to get speechless at the sight of someone beautiful, but in this moment, you found that you were.

She spoke first, saving you both from what could’ve been a terribly awkward silence.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you alright?” She sounded just as embarrassed as you felt, but her voice was still soft and sweet and made you feel giddy inside. What was wrong with you?

“I— oh, I’m fine. I wasn’t looking where I was going either.” You laugh, a little embarrassed and you scratch the back of your neck. You find that you can hardly keep eye contact with her. Repeatedly looking from her to the ground. You probably looked ridiculous.

As your head is down, you hear her laugh, and when you look up, her nose is scrunched up and it’s adorable. She doesn’t say why she laughed, and her cheeks are still red. You begin to wonder if it’s from the cold or embarrassment.

Before you could let the silence go on for too long, you said, “I’m Y/n.” You half-wondered if she had planned on leaving and you had just made her stay longer by introducing yourself. Usually when people run into each other, they don’t start a whole conversation—they just go about their days.

“I’m Jennifer.” She smiled. Her lips were stained a soft red colour, complimenting her hair and red tights.

You pursed your lips together when you realized you had nothing else to say—you weren’t very good at small talk. You said what came to your mind first. “The weather isn’t to bad today, is it? I mean, for winter anyway. It’s starting to warm up, just a bit.” You blinked away the snowflakes that had fallen onto your eyelashes.

“Yeah, it’s not bad. A walk felt like a nice way to spend the morning.” Jennifer looked down at the snow glittering over the grass, then back up to you. “I was… just on my way to grab a coffee. You could come with me, if you want? I mean, if you weren’t busy.” She sounded nervous, choosing her words carefully.

You felt your heart warm, and you hoped you didn’t look too excited on the outside. “Sure, I was actually going to as well.” You couldn’t help the smile that was on your face.

At this, she smiled to. Her smile was as beautiful as the sun’s rays peeking through the clouds in the evening. “Great, there’s a new place I actually wanted to try, if that’s all right?” She began to walk, and you started to walk with her. You just nodded, and she began talking again. The way she spoke, so carefree and light, with the wind pulling her hair back, it all made you feel entranced. Was it too soon for you to feel this way? Was it possible that love at first sight was as real as books said it was?

It wasn’t long before you reached the café. Inside it smelled like pastries and freshly made coffee. You both quickly got your order and sat down.

As you looked out the window momentarily, you wondered if by the time flowers were blooming, your relationship would begin to bloom as well.

@ sakufilms

[zoropookie]

HOW HATERS ARE BORN (HHAB)

♡ chapter twenty-six — br(ok)en (💋)

You stared at your phone light up for the twelfth time within five minutes with a dull expression.

Admittedly, you felt angrier knowing that Scaramouche still had the audacity to even text you after everything. After tormenting you for years and years, what kind of shame should someone feel after that, you wonder. The relentless pursuit of making your life miserable—to which he failed at, but it did make you wonder.

Did you do something to deserve it? Each notification felt like another jab that he took to the heart, reopening your wounds from each time he said something messed up to you. As you laid there motionless, with no light ruminating in the room except your phone, you began to feel tears well up in your eyes for the thirteenth time today.

Pursing your lips, you swiped up to read the messages and only felt reminded even further of every harsh word he said. Every cruel taunt, every moment of humiliation...and yet...

He was still right, despite being the biggest hypocrite known to man. And it pissed you off.

Why were you even laying here? Ignoring the world, rotting here like you're a vegetable. You knew that you were something to people, you knew that you were valued.

There wasn’t anything that was particularly motivating for you to get up, however. You ignored every need that you could have possibly wanted, subjecting yourself to sparseness. No matter how much you wanted to, the thoughts always came back and you didn’t know how to deal with them.

A small knock echoed from the front door. It was loud enough to hear, and you still shoved your head in the pillow and hoped it went away.

The longer time you went without answering it, the knocks became more frequent. It wasn’t Thoma, that’s who you could observe without getting up.

You finally managed to drag yourself out of bed, lazing about sounded so much nicer now that you were dreading who’s at the door. With a frustrated sigh, and irritation already to its peak of your heart, you opened the door to a familiar-ish face.

Little girl?

“Did you forget that you exist?” She said with a smile. “Welcome back to Earth! I didn’t know how long you’d be cooped up in here so I brought treats.”

You stared a bit longer than you meant to at the Tupperware of Asafiri in her hands, momentarily taken aback. “Heh?”

“Yanfei sent me here. Looks like you’re having a little bit of trouble getting back on your feet. I take it you know her?” She inquired.

“Yeah.” You blinked slowly, before holding the door a little wider. “Uh…come in, I guess. Thanks for the…treats.” You cringed. “Wow, I get why Heizou keeps being called a creep now, this can look so wrong.”

“The difference is that he does it to himself.”

The warm water on your body was oddly refreshing.

Getting out of the shower was harder knowing that you'd come back to the gust of wind in your living room, but knowing you had fresher pajamas on was also a plus. Things didn't look too great on your mental, especially since you were accustomed to showering a lot in your fresher mind.

You put on the Lightning McQueen slippers you quite often wear, and moved to the kitchen after hearing soft chops of a knife. You wondered what Nahida was up to, staring at her cut apples and bananas before putting them into a huge bowl she found in your cupboard.

"This is a very odd fruit salad you're making." You drew attention to yourself before her eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know whether or not to tell you to be careful with knives."

"I'm smarter than you think I am." Nahida cooed. "I'm used to people being condescending."

"Oh...I'm sorry— You're killing me here, kid. Lady? Are you a child or not?" You asked desperately.

Nahida turned to you, her saturated green eyes stared at you with obviously deliberate thoughts roaming her head before she took a sharp breath. She pointed the knife at you. "Do you feel better?"

"Not...really? I mean, it happened. All of this at once." You tried to process it quicker, but your head failed you. It's like how you actually felt in the moment was blocked. "I feel like I'm in limbo, I don't want to see the sun these days."

"Your thoughts are your biggest enemy right now. Easy to overthink. It's a lot to deal with on your own, good thing you aren't, right?" Nahida lowered the knife, her expression softening. "I cut you up some fresh fruit. It's better than the Asafiri for now, you don't need that much sugar after not eating for a while, or you'll crash hard. And get a headache."

Looking at the bowl loaded with bananas and slices of apples, you couldn't help but wonder why you were even granted this much care anyway. You were in mild disbelief, sitting down at the island counter in front of Nahida. "Why are you actually here?" You said in defeat.

Nahida stopped cutting the fruit, gaze shifting from it to you. She couldn't find what she could say to answer you, but she did press her lips together. "Do you want me to be honest?"

"A little." Your voice lowered.

"Yanfei and Heizou," Nahida paused, trying to find her words, "They wanted to see if I could convince you to start streaming again."

You frowned immediately. "Oh. Thanks for being honest."

"You made progress today, but I don't expect you to be up to it. It's a really big step." She asked you, but you couldn't even decipher the intentions behind her eyes. It was impossible to detect what anybody was thinking nowadays. "They just told me to come over so they can hope their investigation moves."

You sighed, leaning back in your chair once you felt the bitterness course your body again. Hearing that made your mood possibly worse than what it would've been if you were in bed. "Not happening. Thanks for checking on me though, you can leave if you want."

"I knew you'd say that. I guess it's fair, people are...going crazy right now figuring out whether you're okay or not." Nahida smiled once you looked back up at her. "Both Scaramouche and your fans are trying to get anything they can on your wellbeing. It's better to wait it out."

Your hopeful face turned into a sullen one, shoulders slumped at the mention of his name. "I don't know if I can even go back at all."

"I'm not sure how hard this is for you, but with what happened, you've obviously been through enough. While it's your choice to go back, Yanfei is under the impression that you can get revenge." The shorter girl explained. "In my eyes, though...I think you're able to decide that for yourself."

You felt the weight of the memories heavily, your head daunting enough for you to let out a shaky breath. "You think so?"

Nahida nodded, humming, "You don't have to stream, but don't give him the satisfaction if you're upset. You shouldn't let him know that you're suffering because of what he did. The worst thing that you can do is prove him right."

Funnily enough, as soon as she said that, you felt tears well up in your eyes again. It struck a cord, and you knew she was right. It was just knowing that anybody would say it verbatim. "That's the same thing he told me too." You blinked back your tears, more resilient than you were a few minutes ago, but also to the brim of misery.

"He?"

You shook your head, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. "Thanks," You muttered, choking on your words. You couldn't manage to say anything else, otherwise you'd betray your steely posture. "I'll think about it. Just...stay here a little more with me, please. Maybe I'll...find the resolve or something."

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YOU ARE on your way to being one of the hottest streamer in your nation at the moment, racking a monthly average of 10 million viewers, but something specific bothers you about it. you know that a lot of people hate you, but there's this one account. one account that's been following you since the early days of your career. they leave a flood of rude comments in your stream, your moderators banned each account they made, but they keep making more. you are at the end of your tether. but you are yet to find out that this persistent cockroach is none other than your friend's friend (and the only other streamer that's bigger than you), scaramouche.

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[utilitycaster]

(I’m sure you’re getting a lot of asks right now, so if this isn’t a fun avenue for you, feel free to pass on over.)

So, the Vax of it all.

As a person who really loved Vax’s portrayal and his arc, the end of C1 was powerful and poignant. Dalen’s Closet was the perfect cherry on top of a truly bittersweet ending - a really touching way to give the characters some final interactions and show that he didn’t feel trapped or tortured by his duties as a champion. It gave a lovely sense of closure - with the button put on it that Scanlan couldn’t even cast the spell again, so it really reinforced the idea that magic had natural rules and consequences to big asks.

And then C3.

Obviously Vax was always going to factor into this campaign (one of the cast described this as their Avengers Assemble plot, after all), but with the way Matt had him appear and knowing how the rest of the cast was going to react to it, it really seemed like this ending was inevitable.

Considering that she was the bait in the first place, Keyleth was always going to realize where Vax was, always going to draw in the de Rolos to save him, and being familiar with Matt’s DM style (as well as any of us can be) I have a hard time believing he was going to do all that and then steer them towards an ending that would just have left Vax back as a champion - or even dead. Possible, but seemed pretty unlikely. (forgive my ignorance, I’m sure this is exactly what people were saying about Molly’s resurrection too, I wasn’t in the fandom then, but that at least was a DICE roll that concluded on camera, no way around that)

But now I’m just… so confused by so many choices. When did Matt decide this? Did Liam agree? If this was going to be the ending, why did he have the Raven Queen explicitly say ’you have one more night on Exand-- JK, hang out as long as you like, go look up that girlfriend of yours!” Was it JUST so the Vaxleth reunion would be the last scene of the campaign? W h y a n y o f t h i s ? But-- none of those are things we can really know the answers to, of course.

So my REAL question is, how would you have liked to have seen Vax brought into this story? A defender of the Raven Queen, going as far as to oppose Bell’s Hells (gods, can you imagine what the fandom would have done)? Would you have liked him to appear at all?

Btw, I’ve loved following your blog through this campaign - these last handful of episodes, I’ve been checking in daily like it’s my morning paper. Even on the rare occasion I do find my opinion differs, I find your analysis so thorough, so thoughtful and always entertaining. Excited (and maybe a little wary…) to see what we’ll get in C4! I, uh... sorry for the ask-wall-of-text.

So I will admit, I thought, until early in the finale when it became clear this was just the equivalent of the flavorless pure sugar drink they give pregnant people to test glucose tolerance, that Vax would be freed from his duties and laid to rest. The part with champions serving as protectors of the gods' realms honestly hadn't occurred to me but you could have done it with Morrighan (still physically alive) taking on the mantle and Vax passing on to the afterlife. Because the thing was, Vax was dead, the Raven Queen said "you can be alive temporarily as a revenant," and then once his mission was over, he died. He was literally already dead. I also maintain it was not an inevitability from the Orb situation; obviously I have no fucking idea what Matt had in mind, clearly, but in a case where Predathos remains sealed, then the Vax situation remains as it was; and in a case where Predathos is freed and devours the gods I think he dies more horribly vs. a gentle and kind passing (or perhaps some hail Mary scenario where after Predathos has glutted itself and left, he can perform the rites of ascension himself).

I guess the short answer is I really don't think this was inevitable because I think the vast majority of the finale and no small part of the campaign was again just. things happening because they needed to happen to get to the ending where Bells Hells were ostensibly happy (it's not very fulfilling to have everything given to you without it meaning anything), but I can think of a number of ways to run any final scenario re: Predathos and the Raven Queen where Vax doesn't come back. That was a very specific choice, and it was, as many of us have pointed, an immensely stupid one that was utterly unnecessary.

[shatcey]

2nd anniversary (Darius)

Alfons (+ep) Victor (+ep) Darius Darius (ep)

This is a summary of story event called "The evil from which there is no return" (I like that phrasing) from JP server. Reminder! My summaries always contains my jokes and comments. If you prefer clean text, you should look for something else. Ciele (@.judesmoonbeauty) made a translation of Prologue. If you haven't read it yet, I recommend starting with it. Due to the format of the event, as I already mentioned here, I am giving you a summary of the 2nd chapter and Darius's ending, as well as the epilogue. I really like this story, but it seems it's twice as long as Vivi's. And I feel sorry for Vivi…. for the second time at this event. Why they dislike him so much??? dividers by @.dollywons

Kate feels like she's forgotten something important. She sees Darius's back, and the feeling intensifies. She called out to him very formally.

I use "sir", although "mister" would probably be more logical. I don't remember him being any kind of noble. But "sir"… sounds better to me.

Judging by his reaction, Kate thinks she might have called him differently before. He recovered from the shock very quickly and, as if reminding himself, muttered that she had lost her memory.

She felt uneasy from his intense stare, and she took a step back. Darius seemed upset by her actions. He turned around and walked away.

He kept walking away, and Kate followed him.

Why do I always run after guys??? First it was the black cat… and now White? Do I love cats, after all?

But he only quickened his pace, so that the distance between them became more and more. She ran after him, thinking she might have made some kind of promise. She asked him about it, and he stopped.

You know, the look on your face says otherwise…

After that, he left, and she couldn't catch up with him. I guess he was too fast for her. I didn't know that Darius was an Olympic runner… I'm learning something new every day…

A maid came up to her and picked up a flower from the floor. She told* Kate that before losing her memories, she spent a lot of time with Darius, and they seemed to get along very well. Kate even looked forward to meeting him right before she lost her memory…

Maybe the lover she has forgotten about is… Darius?

Kate returned to her room with the maid and noticed a flower crown made of the same yellow flowers on the table. It was explained that it had always been there, but Kate noticed it only now. When I first read this part, I thought Dari had brought it to her (while she was working with Vivi)… but no.

* Kate is talking to the maid in sign language. So I put it in italics to make it different from her usual words.

The maid told her that if that's what she was thinking, then maybe she should ask the man himself about it. Maybe it will help her regain her memories. Genius.

On the way, Kate thinks that even though she doesn't remember anything, she still wants to see him. Awwww…. This is Love…

I love this room!

It looks so… regal and, I don't know… dusty… very old.

As soon as she appeared, he grumbled...

I wanna punch him!!! I'm not an item that can be just thrown away!!! But Kate was hurt rather than angered by his words. She thinks that maybe he feels the same way she does. And back when he looked sad because he was upset that she had forgotten about him.

She gave him a crown. She thinks that despite the fact, she doesn't know why she is so sure, but she definitely wanted to give it to him. Kate asked him what their relationship was like…

It's so symbolic. I have goosebumps. I love it!

Can you imagine if you read Vivi's ending, that's where the story ends, and it's never mentioned again, as if it never happened. And the question is hanging in the air… and what did he say?

Darius ending

Why do you sound so bitter???

She felt relieved, but also disappointed.

Darius remembers what his first impression of her was: she's weird, but can be useful. Kate feels a sharp pain, but continues to listen to him.

And those words made her remember, as if something clicked in her head.

She remembered the other day they had talked in the royal garden. She mentioned that she often made flower wreaths as a child. Darius noticed a laurel tree and asked her to make him a wreath from these flowers till the next day. She hesitated… It's not that simple… the flowers are too small…

For information, I found this picture (even with the yellow flowers).

from here

They are really small with very short pedicels, so her concern is understandable. It is very difficult to make a wreath out of them.

She got angry at his provocation and said she would bring him the crown. And as soon as she finished making the crown, she rushed to him… and tripped on the stairs… and lost her memory.

She called him by name (without any formality), and relief showed on his face.

She felt annoyed by his laughter. But he added that it was a good thing. And then he asked himself… why did he think it was good?..

She said that maybe it was because he felt relieved that she remembered. She added that maybe he was worried about her. He replied no way he would worry about her. Then she remembered that she felt like she had forgotten something important… and that feeling became even stronger when she saw him.

Is he Azel???

She didn't hear it… Why do they all have ear problems? Girls… you need to clean them… in your case, quite often! He changed the subject by asking her… If she really thought they were lovers, maybe they should become lovers for real?

But...

No really... Are you Azel?

He crushed the flower crown, and a sweet fragrance filled the air.

For some reason, I'm more upset than angry at you right now.

And we have a challenge again. It's like he's constantly testing her… No wonder I thought of him when I was talking about sequels…

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And a bit additional information… I didn't find the specified meaning of the yellow laurel flowers. We need to ask Ring.

But I found this…

From here.

And this one

from here

At least it's not a "triumph" which is the meaning of laurel leaves.

It's interesting to think about what this must mean for Dari himself. Yes, it was a challenge for Kate, he was sure she couldn't do it, so it would prove how useless people are… again. But… she's stubborn (like all Kates) and for some reason she already pretty fond of him.

The second meaning actually corresponds to Kate's inability to give up. Perhaps this is the meaning that the developers put into this symbol.

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For this story I used too many screenshots, and I can't add more. So I will make a separate post with an epilogue. It's not as simple as Vivi's.

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[nuttytani]

Reacting to you playing otome games

characters: dan heng and jing yuan

tw: none except- maybe not proof read?

a/n: i guess we can officially say i'm obsessed with hsr now. my brain has been annoying me to write something for these two boys, and... i guess here we are.

Dan Heng

From all the world-saving and stellaron crisis, Dan Heng wasn’t able to spend much time with you, much to his dismay. Yes, he’d share a few text messages once in a while or even call each other, but those days were getting rarer as his work became even more serious.

On one of those rare calls, he found out that you took on a new interest. “Otome games”, or so they were called. He had little knowledge about it other than knowing that it was a type of dating simulation.

He had no issues with you and your new obsession after all, it’s just a game, and you were having fun!

Or so he thought until your love with these otome games became a little too much to the point of interfering with HIS love life. Why is his cuddle time with you being taken away by some- chunk of hot pixels? Instead of your hands wrapping around his waist, they now held your phone as you giggled at that….undeniable hot chunk of pixels. (According to you, it looked a lot like him and had a similar vibe)

You even had alarms set for your daily activities for these games, which had you scrambling for your phone; all the time. Your eyes would light up at whatever dialogues your "husbando" would say. 

Internally he would be screaming; "WHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME THE WAY YOU LOOK AT THOSE DARN 2D MEN"

Enough was enough! Dan Heng realised that at this rate, he would be ousted from being your boyfriend by a fictional character!

 Soon enough, that's how you found yourself on the floor, with Dan Heng behind you, caging you between his arms. 

Dan Heng grumbled, "It's my turn now. Pay attention to me," while avoiding direct eye contact with you.

"Oh no, have I made my boyfriend feel neglected? I'm sorry babe!" You turned to give a reassuring pat on his head, then jokingly added, "Though I suppose... You will need to learn how to share me from now on."

You receive a smack on the head at that

Jing Yuan 

Lately, he had noticed a hype around Luofu, which he soon found out, thanks to Yanqing. According to the young boy, certain “otome games” were becoming quite popular amongst the newer generation. Something about conversing with “hot 2D men with crazy backstories” made them feel “ooh la la”. Or something along those lines, Yanqing’s exact words, not his. 

“It’s actually super fun! Would you like to play as well? You get daily 5 tickets in a day, so it keeps you on your toes. And if I'm not wrong, there's even a character who resembles you, general!”

Jing Yuan declined and suggested the young lad seek someone else for his otome games, as he deemed himself too old and out of touch for such interests. He glanced up from his paperwork to find the boy giving him a disappointed look before quickly running off.

A few days after that incident, you had also fallen prey to these games, he figured as Jing Yuan listened to you talk excitedly about a "mysterious therapist with silver hair" from a newly released game, and how the character was both sweet and suspicious.

He was glad that you were enjoying yourself. Sometimes, it can be challenging to discover new interests as we grow older. At least, that was how Jing Yuan personally felt. 

As long as no harm was done, all is good!

Harm was indeed done. A lot in fact

He eventually discovered that these "ikemen" characters on your phone were taking his rightful place as your boyfriend. 

You no longer played with his hair or let him sleep on your lap… All these activities were taken away from him as if snatching candy from a baby.

It had only been a week into your... newfound obsession. You even bought a bunch of “Visual Novels” and spent many hours holed up in your room, and staying awake late into the night.

When he got concerened as asked for you to come to bed, all he'd get was: "Just five more minutes Jun-Jun! I need to complete this chapter, I swear I'll be there in five minutes, trust me."

Hmmm, nope, trust shattered and heart also shattered. Poor Jun-Jun.

It really made him feel sad, Jing Yuan’s signature :3 face soon turned :( which everyone noticed, it was hard not to. Even you thought his new behaviour to be strange and confronted him.

“My dear, I don’t mind you having hobbies, but please, give equal love and attention to your partner and not just those fictional “silver haired therapist” of yours.” Jing Yuan pleaded you with those puppy dog eyes.

“You should have said so from the beginning! I’ll tone my playing down a little. I didn’t mean to make you feel lonely…” You felt guilty and gave him a big warm hug, much to Jing Yuan’s pleasure.

“....How about a compromise?Let's both play these games together. Pretty please? At least once? You won't regret it! We can add each other as friends.”

He gave in. 

And now he’s obsessed with it.

Much more than you. 

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OSCAR PIASTRI X READER: hurt my feelings

“She wears your number, but I got what you like

She's got you right now, but I'm still on your mind”

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- this is based loosely off the Tate McRae song “hurt my feelings”. enjoy!!!

- psa: I have nothing against Lily! she’s just used as a plot point. I’m also brand new to F1 so if I get some stuff wrong I’m sorry!! 🤍

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The paddock was full of energy as the sun was shining down in Melbourne. It felt as if it was nearly sizzling my skin off. I was quick to snap pictures when given the chance, trying to catch the absolute best moments just before the Australian Grand Prix went green. I decided to stroll down to the garages to get more pictures, and wish Lando, Oscar, and the team good luck. I snapped pictures as I walked along the garage, then I heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n! There’s my darling” Lando shouted out to me, making his was towards me. Lando was by far my best friend at McLaren, even though we had different careers in Formula 1 - we got along exceptionally well. Ever since we got introduced to each other last year, we’ve been inseparable.

“Lando!” I yelled back, walking towards him to meet the distance.

“I was coming down here to look for you and Oscar. Wanted to wish you guys good luck” I said wrapping my arms around Lando, wrapping him a tight hug.

“Ah, thank you y/n! Good luck finding Oscar, I have no clue where the guy went - he’s probably went off to see his family real quick and Lily” Lando squeezed me before letting go of the hug. My facial expression faltered slightly at the mention of Lily, Oscars girlfriend.

Oscar and Lily had been dating for about four months now and it was absolutely hell. Yes, she was a sweet girl but there was just something I couldn’t stand about her.

I guess Lando picked up on my facial change. “Oh come on bug, you still having a rough time about Lily?” He started, making his voice lower to where nobody nearby could hear.

“"I... I don’t know," I sighed, chewing on the inside of my cheek. "It’s just… hard, I guess. I don’t even know what it is about her." I wasn’t sure why I felt this way, but I couldn’t deny that Lily’s presence in Oscar’s life made me uneasy.

“Lando, Y/n!” I turned to the direction of the voice, but I already knew who it was before my head even rotated. Oscar came bouncing over to us, with Lily on his arm. I put on my best smile, acting as if Lando and I weren’t just talking about them. Lando and I said our ‘hello’s’ and then I started to space out as the boys and Lily conversed. I couldn’t help but notice Lily was wearing a McLaren shirt, emblazoned with none other than ‘Piastri’ in big bold letters. My heart skipped a beat. Had they really gotten that serious already? They’d only been together for a few months. Why was she already sporting his name like that?

"Y/N? Y/N!" Oscar waved his hand in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts. "You okay?" he asked, concern flickering across his face.

"Yeah, I’m fine," I quickly replied, giving him a small nod. "Just a little tired." But I could feel the weight of my words—the truth hanging in the air. Oscar was still holding onto my heart, even if I wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

He didn’t seem convinced. His gaze lingered a little too long, like he could see right through me

Oscar and I had a complicated history. I joined McLaren when he was starting his second year, and like with Lando, we became inseparable. But our connection was different. We’d steal glances when no one was watching, stay up late texting or on the phone, and he’d always bring me my favorite coffee. It felt intimate—like something deeper was there. Even Lando, who knew me better than anyone, insisted there was no way Oscar didn’t have feelings for me.

And then came the day I was ready to ask him about it—to finally confess my feelings. But instead of a romantic conversation, Oscar introduced Lily to the team, and everything inside me shattered. I cried harder that night than I ever had in my life.

Was it dramatic? Yes, but when you’re that invested in someone, the heartbreak feels like the end of the world. The worst part was that Oscar and I were never anything more than close friends—yet somehow, it hurt even more knowing that. Especially with how secretive he’d been about Lily. I felt like an outsider in my own friendship with him, like I didn’t matter enough for him to share something so important.

Since then, things between Oscar and me had shifted. He stopped bringing me coffee, the late-night chats stopped, and our conversations became more professional, more distant. We still talked, of course—mostly business stuff, race-related updates, and the occasional congratulations or condolences. But it wasn’t the same.

Lando knew exactly how I felt. He could see it in my eyes, hear it in my voice when I couldn’t hide it. He had been there for me when I couldn’t get out of bed, when I was crushed by the weight of it all. And even though I’d managed to pull myself back together, that quiet ache still lingered.

I pushed through the motions of my work: races on the weekends, taking pictures, showing up to work for the week, and then doing it all over again. I loved my job, but seeing Oscar every day, especially with Lily in the picture now, felt like a constant reminder of everything I couldn’t have.

I shook off my thoughts and smiled tightly. "Good luck, guys. I’ll see you after the race for photos." I glanced at Oscar, then quickly avoided Lily’s gaze, feeling like her eyes were burning through me. The boys said their thanks, Lando gave me one last tight hug, and I excused myself, making my way back up to the paddock.

As I climbed the stairs, I glanced back and saw Oscar staring at me from a distance. My heart skipped a beat. My cheeks flushed crimson, and I quickly turned away, rushing up the stairs to catch my breath. There was no denying it anymore—I was still in deep. And the way Oscar looked at me, despite the distance between us, made my heart ache even more.

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The race wrapped up with Lando finishing in P3 and Oscar in P4. I rushed to the podium to capture Lando celebrating, popping champagne, and basking in the excitement of the moment.

When Lando spotted me, he shot me a playful grin and posed for the camera. I giggled, snapping a few quick shots before, suddenly, Lando grabbed me into a hug, lifting me off the ground.

“Lando! Put me down!” I laughed, trying to wiggle free.

“Never bug!” Lando said spinning me around in the air. Finally he put me down.

“Congratulations dude! You’re insane!” I said pushing Lando’s shoulder. He just smiled smugly back at me laughing.

“Thanks y/n. We’re partying hard tonight!” Landon said pumping his fists and trophy in the air. I jokingly rolled my eyes, Lando and his post-race parties.

“For sure” I said laughing, nothing good and well I would not be attending if he did throw something. “Uhm…I better go find Oscar and get some pictures” I told Lando.

“You got this” Lando said hugging me one last time. I was so lucky to have a best friend like him. I left the podium, on my search for Oscar to snap some pictures.

When I got to the bottom of the podium, I saw him standing with the rest of the team taking and celebrating - no Lily in sight. I quickly jogged over to him. When I reached him I tapped him on his shoulder, he turned around and when he noticed it was me I saw some kind of emotion in his eyes - but I couldn’t tell what it was.

“Pictures?” I said raising my camera looking up at him. He nodded his head and posed for me, I quickly took some photos.

“Congratulations on P4, you did great today” I said once I finished photos, putting my camera back in my bag.

“Thank you, it was definitely a fight out there today” Oscar said smiling down at the ground. God, his smile was so infectious it made me sick. He was absolutely beautiful and I hated that I just couldn’t let him go.

I placed my hand in his elbow. “Still, you raced like hell Piastri” I said looking him in his eyes searching for any kind of emotion he could display. It seemed like his breathing had hitched when I placed my hand on him and the look in his eyes got darker.

“Oscar! Oscar!” A voice shouted out over the sea of people. I turned my head around, it was Lily. Oscar stared at me for a little longer and then soon Lily wrapped him up in a hug, pushing me out of the way like I wasn’t even there. I stepped back, stumbling a bit. Lily was screaming ‘congrats’ and other sweet nothings in Oscar’s ear. Oscar still just looked at me, the same look not going away at all - he almost looked… sad? Maybe, I wasn’t sure. I just quickly nodded my head at him and walked back towards the paddock, trying to forget what just happened.

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As the race weekend came to a close and the paddock began to empty, I felt that familiar pang deep in my chest. The constant hum of the engines, the cheers from the stands, the energy of the race—it all started to fade into the background as my mind drifted. I was trying, so hard, to tell myself that I needed to stay away from Oscar. That I needed to let go and focus on something, anything, other than him.

But every time I saw him, I couldn’t help myself. The way he smiled, the way his eyes would light up when he was genuinely happy—it all made me feel like I was losing my grip. I was caught between wanting to be close to him and knowing it was better to keep my distance. Especially after our conversation after the race today.

I wandered over to where Lando was still celebrating with the team. He was surrounded by people, chatting and laughing, basking in the afterglow of his impressive P3 finish. I should’ve felt happy for him—after all, he was my best friend. But right now, all I could think about was the interaction I had just had with Oscar, the look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite read, the way he had seemed… distant.

After a while, Lando and I were finally back at the hotel we were all staying at.

I followed Lando through the hotel lobby, our footsteps echoing in the emptiness. The race had been a whirlwind—his P3 finish was impressive, as always, and Oscar had fought hard for his P4—but none of that seemed to matter anymore. My mind was stuck on one thing: Oscar. And the way he looked at me earlier, right before Lily had shown up, wrapping herself around him like she had every right to be there. It wasn’t just jealousy—it was the crushing realization that I’d never be the one to stand there with him. Not in the way I wanted.

“Hey, come on,” Lando said, giving me a nudge as we walked through the hotel corridors toward the bar. “Let’s grab a drink, yeah? You’ve been working nonstop all weekend.”

I didn’t protest. Lando always knew how to pull me out of my head, even if it was only temporary. We entered the hotel bar, and I quickly slid onto a stool, trying to ignore the heaviness in my chest. The bar was quieter than usual, a few race team members scattered around with drinks in hand, but it felt like the perfect place to try and forget for a while.

Lando ordered for us both, his usual easy smile still in place despite the chaos of the weekend. But as soon as he turned to me, I could tell he knew something was off. He always did.

Lando was quiet for a beat, watching me with that understanding look of his. “You mean Oscar?”

I looked away for a moment, my heart beating faster. “I keep telling myself to move on, to stop feeling like this, but every time I see him—Oscar—I just get these stupid feelings, Lando. I know he’s with Lily, and I know it’s not going to happen, but… I can’t let go of this hope, this stupid hope that maybe… maybe something could change.”

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I get it, Y/N. But listen, you’ve got to stop holding onto something that’s hurting you. I know you care about him, but if he doesn’t see you the way you see him, then you’ve got to step back. It’s not worth it.”

I bit my lip, my gaze dropping to the bar top . “I don’t know how to let go. It’s just so hard. And every time I see him with her, it just… it feels like a slap in the face. I keep thinking that maybe something will click, but it never does. And I’m just… I’m so tired of feeling this way.”

Lando’s expression softened as he set his glass down and leaned closer. “Listen, you’re one of the strongest people I know. But you’ve got to stop fighting for something that’s not meant for you. If Oscar doesn’t see what he’s got in front of him, that’s his loss, not yours. You can’t keep putting yourself through this.”

I nodded at Lando’s words - he was right. I couldn’t hold on to Oscar because it was hurting me, but something about the hurt made me crave it more.

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I tossed and turned in bed that night, restlessness gnawing at my thoughts. After everything that had happened earlier with Oscar, I couldn’t seem to shake the confusion, the hurt, the lingering anger. Every time I closed my eyes, his face, his words, kept replaying in my mind. I couldn’t sleep, not when everything felt like it was hanging on a thread, ready to unravel at any moment.

Eventually, I gave up trying to find rest. The sheets felt suffocating, the quiet of the hotel room pressing in on me. I slipped out of bed and paced the room, trying to make sense of the emotions coursing through me. But no matter how much I walked, no matter how much I tried to distract myself, the truth was clear—I needed to talk to him.

I glanced at the clock. It was late, and I wasn’t sure if he’d even be awake, but I couldn’t keep pretending that I was fine. The tension between us had only gotten worse, and I had to face it. I had to get some answers, even if I was scared of what I might hear.

After a few moments of hesitation, I grabbed my jacket, slipped on my shoes, and left my room. My footsteps were quiet as I walked down the hallway, my nerves a tangled mess. My mind was telling me to turn back, but I ignored it. I couldn’t leave things like this. Not anymore.

I reached Oscar’s door, standing in front of it, my hand hovering over the knob for a moment. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. My fingers finally brushed against the door, and I knocked lightly. It was late, and I wasn’t even sure he’d answer, but I couldn’t wait any longer.

The sound of footsteps from inside caused my breath to catch in my throat. I could feel my pulse quicken as the door creaked open, revealing Oscar, standing there in a t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair was messy, his eyes slightly bleary, but he was still the same Oscar. And seeing him like this—so close and yet so far—made the weight of everything hit me harder than I expected.

He blinked at me for a second, clearly surprised to see me standing there. “Y/N?” His voice was soft, cautious, as if unsure why I was there. “What’s going on?”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out immediately. I had so many things to say, but they were all jumbled in my head. Instead, I swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes. “I need to talk to you,” I said quietly, trying to keep my voice steady.

Oscar looked at me for a long moment, as if weighing his options, before he stepped aside and gestured for me to come in. “Okay,” he said, his voice low. “Come in.”

I entered, and the door clicked shut behind me. The room was dimly lit, the only real light coming from the faint glow of the bathroom. Oscar didn’t immediately sit down. He just stood there, watching me, waiting for me to say something. I hated how much I could feel the distance between us, even though we were standing less than a meter apart.

“I…” I started, then stopped. How could I even begin? The words felt impossible to find, as though I were speaking in a foreign language, trying to translate my emotions into something coherent.

Oscar’s gaze softened, his voice gentle but still filled with concern. “You look like you haven’t slept,” he said, his eyes scanning me as if trying to figure out what was going on. “Are you okay?”

I couldn’t answer that. Not when the answer felt like it would spill out too much at once, and I wasn’t ready for that. Instead, I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “I don’t know, Oscar,” I admitted, my voice cracking slightly. “I don’t know if I’m okay. I’ve been thinking about everything, and I’m just... so lost.”

He remained silent for a few seconds, waiting for me to continue, but I couldn’t seem to find the right words. It was like I was suffocating under the weight of all the unspoken things. My throat tightened, and I finally just let it all spill out.

“You kept Lily from us, from me,” I said, almost stumbling over the words. “You kept her a secret, Oscar. And it was like everything changed. We were close, but then one day, it was like I didn’t even matter anymore. You didn’t even try to explain it, and now everything feels... broken. Like it’s too late to fix it. I just don’t understand why you couldn’t talk to me.”

Oscar’s expression faltered, and I saw the conflict in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but I held up my hand, cutting him off.

“You can’t just say sorry and expect it all to be fine,” I said, the anger creeping back into my voice. “You’ve been distant for the past four months, Oscar. And I’m tired of feeling like I don’t know where I stand with you.”

The silence stretched between us, both of us caught in the weight of everything that had been left unsaid. Oscar stood there, seemingly trying to gather his thoughts, but it felt like he was struggling with his own emotions, unsure of how to bridge the gap.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N. I really didn’t. But I didn’t know how to handle it... how to handle what was between us. I kept thinking, kept hoping that maybe if I stayed away, it wouldn’t complicate things.”

“Complicate things?” I asked, disbelief rising in my chest. “Oscar, you’ve already complicated everything. You didn’t just pull away; you pushed me out. You were always so careful, so guarded, and then with her, it was like everything was easy. But with me... I felt like I didn’t know what I was to you anymore.”

Oscar closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a long breath, and when he opened them again, there was something raw in his gaze. “I should have been more honest with you. About everything.” He paused, his lips slightly parted as if he was searching for the right words. “But the truth is... I didn’t know how to tell you that... I like you, Y/N. I’ve always liked you. And I didn’t know how you felt. I saw the signs, sure, but I didn’t want to make things weird between us. I thought maybe... maybe it was better to just keep things the way they were.”

The words hit me harder than I expected. My heart skipped a beat, and I had to catch my breath. I stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said. He liked me. All this time, with the awkwardness, the distance—it was because he didn’t know how I felt? My mind was spinning.

“I didn’t want to lose you,” he continued, his voice trembling slightly. “But now I see that in trying not to mess things up, I’ve only made everything worse. And I hate myself for it.”

I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. It wasn’t just about Lily. It was about him, about us, and everything that had been left unspoken for far too long. “You think... you think this is something you can just fix with words, Oscar?” I said, my voice shaking. “Do you even know what you’ve done to me?”

He stepped closer, his eyes searching mine as if pleading for me to understand. “I know I’ve messed up. But I don’t want to lose what we had. I don’t want to lose you. Not when I’ve only just realized what you mean to me.”

I felt the weight of his words sink in, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t know what to say. My heart ached with the realization that there was something between us, something we hadn’t addressed, but the past wasn’t so easily erased. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that things could change, that we could find our way back to something real.

“I don’t know, Oscar,” I said softly. “I don’t know what comes next.”

He nodded, his face falling slightly. “I don’t know either. But I want to figure it out with you. If you’re willing to try.”

I took a deep breath, still trying to process everything Oscar had just said. His words were still echoing in my mind, but I knew there was more we needed to talk about—something that had been looming between us from the very beginning.

I shifted uneasily, glancing at Oscar before I spoke. “And what about Lily?” I asked quietly. The question hung in the air between us, heavy and unavoidable. “What happens with her?”

Oscar’s expression faltered for a second. He seemed to tense up, the weight of the question settling in. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting my gaze again. “I don’t want to hurt her, Y/N,” he said softly. “But I don’t want to keep lying to her or myself either.”

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I don’t want to hurt her either,” I admitted, my voice quieter now. “I don’t know her, not really, but... I don’t want to be the one to cause drama or tension between you two.” I paused, struggling to find the right words. “But I also don’t want to be this... person on the sidelines, wondering where I fit into your life. I don’t want to keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not.”

Oscar’s eyes softened, and he took a step closer to me, his voice gentle. “You’re not on the sidelines, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot, and I know I’ve messed things up. But I’m not asking you to keep pretending like nothing’s wrong. I want to be honest with you, and I know I need to be honest with Lily too.”

I nodded slowly, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety swirl inside me. “And what do you think is going to happen with you and her?” I asked, my voice uncertain, afraid of the answer.

Oscar hesitated, his gaze flickering to the door for a moment before returning to me. “I don’t know yet. We need to talk. I’ve been keeping things from her, and I don’t want to do that anymore. I need to be honest with her, with both of us.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I never meant to hurt anyone. But I think it’s clear that there’s something between us. Something I’ve been trying to ignore, even though it’s been there all along.”

My heart raced at his words, the vulnerability in his eyes only making everything more complicated. “I don’t want to be the one to hurt her, Oscar,” I said again, my voice quiet. “But I can’t keep pretending that I don’t have feelings for you. It’s too hard. And if I’m being honest, it feels like I’m just waiting for you to figure it all out.”

Oscar reached out, his hand hovering near mine before he gently placed it on top of my hand. “I’m not asking you to wait. I don’t want to make you feel like you have to put your life on hold because of me.” He squeezed my hand lightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a sincerity that made my chest tighten. “But I also don’t want to keep lying to Lily. She deserves better than that. She deserves the truth, just like you do.”

I nodded slowly, feeling a weight settle over me. This wasn’t going to be easy for anyone involved. But for the first time in a long while, it felt like Oscar and I were finally on the same page. It was messy, it was complicated, and it wasn’t going to be resolved overnight, but at least we were facing it together. At least, we were being honest with each other.

“I just don’t know how to do this,” I said quietly, my voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I also can’t keep pretending like nothing’s going on between us. I don’t want to be in the middle of all this, Oscar. I don’t want to feel like I’m betraying her, but I can’t keep pushing my feelings down either.”

Oscar’s expression softened, and he took a step closer to me, his hand gently brushing my arm. “I get it. And I promise, I’ll make sure Lily isn’t caught in the middle of all this. I need to have that conversation with her, no matter how hard it is. But I don’t want to keep pretending like nothing’s going on with us. I know it’s going to be difficult, but I want to figure this out. With you.”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Okay. I want that too. But I need time, Oscar. I need to process everything that’s happened. I don’t know if I’m ready to jump into something, especially with all the mess around it.”

Oscar looked at me with a quiet understanding. “I get that. Take all the time you need. But just know that I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. And I’ll do what I can to make sure this doesn’t cause any more hurt than it already has.”

We stood there for a moment, the weight of everything between us. I felt like we were on the edge of something new, but I also knew that there was still so much to untangle. Still, I couldn’t ignore the way my chest ached with the realization that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for us.

“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice soft. “For being honest. I needed to hear that.”

Oscar gave me a small smile, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and relief. “You deserve that honesty, Y/N. I’m sorry it took me so long to give it to you.”

I gave a small nod, my heart still racing with everything we had just laid bare. It wasn’t going to be easy. It was going to take time, patience, and honesty—things we’d both struggled with. But for the first time, I felt like we were finally moving in the right direction. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t clean. But it was real.

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A few days after arriving back home - it was straight back to the McLaren office for work. I was sat at my desk in my office, working on editing photos, when I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in” I said out loud, taking my attention off my computer to look up at the door.

Oscar peeked his head in the door, closing it behind him. In his hand, he held a coffee.

“I brought you something” Oscar said, handing the coffee out to me. Him and I haven’t talked about our conversation in his hotel room since it happened.

I smiled at him, my heart swelled at how he smiled at me. I graciously accepted the coffee.

“Why thank you, sir” I said taking a sip of it, Oscar still remembered my coffee order after all these months. It made me smile incredibly hard.

I then dropped to a more serious face and tone. “Uhm so… have you talked to Lily?” I asked sipping on my coffee, turning my attention back to the photo I was editing.

Oscar shifted his weight slightly, his gaze falling on the floor before he looked back up at me. “I have,” he said, his voice soft. “It wasn’t easy. But I was honest with her”.

I nodded, focusing on the screen, even though my mind was racing with a thousand thoughts. “And how did it go?” I asked, even though I was half afraid of the answer.

Oscar sighed, sitting down in one of the chairs I had at the front of my desk. “It was... tough. But I think she understood. She wasn’t happy about it, obviously, but she said she appreciated the honesty. I don’t think she expected it to be easy, but I don’t think she was completely blindsided either.”

I felt a small weight lift off my chest, but a quiet tension still lingered in the air between us. I glanced at him for a moment, trying to read his face.

“This” I say, pointing between Oscar and I, “Is going to take time and rebuilding”. Oscar nods his head.

“I know and I’m okay with that, but I’m willing to do anything to make it better Y/N” he stares at me. I could tell he was genuine.

I showed him a small smile, letting our silence linger. I glanced over at my computer.

“Want to go through some of your photos from this past weekend?” I asked looking at him.

“Yes, I do” he said, getting up out of the chair and coming behind my desk. He stood behind my chair and placed his hands on my armrests, leaning over my head and peering at the computer, ready to look at the pictures.

I felt my heart rate pick up, but then a sense of calm washed over me. I felt at peace again, I finally had Oscar back.

No matter what, I had still been on his mind this whole time. I was in so deep, I didn’t even mind if he hurt my feelings - again.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

I love your page sm!! Could you write something where the reader is new to the avengers and pietro has a crush on her smut?

hii!! aaah thank uu thank uu😔 really sorry but there’s no smut in this one, it was getting long and hadn’t even got to the spice, so I decided to leave it. but it’s slightly suggestive at the end. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

* not to be annoying, but if I get enough comments/ asks for a continuation, I'll probs do a smutty part 2

STAY

pietro maximoff x female reader

word count. 538

warnings. slightly suggestive?

Being the newbie is tough - it's hard anywhere, especially when joining a team that is knit tightly like a family.

At the beginning of your first week, Cap assigned you a tour guide to help settle you into the compound, someone who can show you the ropes and make you feel comfortable.

Your new buddy, Pietro, is like that of a charming character - someone who can make you laugh and immediately put you at ease. Very quickly, he became someone you could rely on - someone you could trust. He became a close confidant and someone you could turn to when you'd miss home.

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It was late - gone past twelve, everyone settling down for the night when you see the shadow of feet appear under the gap of your door. Your phone vibrates on your nightstand, and you pick it up to see Pietro texted you, the bright screen reading, 'you up? :)' 

You pull yourself out of bed to open the door, adjusting your t-shirt to cover more of your thighs before doing so. 

"It's late," you whisper, peeking at Pietro through the ajar door. 

"Couldn't sleep," he shrugs, walking past you and into your room. 

You poke your head out, checking the hallway before closing your door. "Yeah, come on in," you sarcastically mumble.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asks, plopping down onto your bed - sitting at the edge.

"Not really," you chuckle. "By the way, you're in my space. I sleep there," you nod beside him, hinting at the messily drawn-back covers.

"If you want me to go, just say that," he grins, subtly eyeing up your bare thighs.

You notice his gaze and tug the hem of your t-shirt, pulling the fabric to cover your thighs once more. "No, it's okay. Just move over. I'm getting cold."

Pietro shuffles aside and pulls the covers, patting on the mattress where you not long laid. "Want me to tuck you in, too?" he snickers, watching how you played off a sincere smile.

"Funny guy," you dryly chuckle, settling back in your spot. 

"Why can't you sleep?" he asks, head tilting to the side as he watches you.

"Don't know. You?"

"Don't know," he repeats, a boyish grin forming. "Thinking, I guess."

"You were thinking? That is unheard of," you fake gasp, a slow smile creeping on your face.

"I know. Surprised me too," Pietro chuckles, scratching behind his neck. "Alright, I'll uh— I'll let you be."

He stands and turns to look at you, watching your pretty face brighten up in the moonlight. He slowly makes his way to the head of the bed where you lay, hesitantly extending a hand to brush over your cheek. His thumb lightly swiping over the apple, holding you in his hand as he leans to kiss your forehead. 

He stills, lips pressed to your skin as he awaits for you to pull back - but you never do. He parts, his silver eyes boring into yours, watching how they soften under his gaze, how your pupils widen - mirroring his own. 

You lift a hand from under the covers, reaching for Pietro's face, cupping his cheek. "Stay," you whisper, speaking mere inches from his lips. "Stay."

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[spaceycat]

Hai.

Twitter Camstar!Chris. Pls.

the blonde happy trail. his stomach and chest caving and heaving while he jerks off infront of the camera.

the gasping. and groaning. oh. my. god.

IM SO IN BRO, ILY. (i am such a sucker for this trope) enjoy !!

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✮⋆˙ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ...  ╰┈➤ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 Pt. 1 / 5 ⋆˚࿔

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: lockjaw by sir mix-a-lot (4:19)

✰ pairing: camstar!chris hartley x fem!reader

✰ cw: swearing, talk of porn creation, kinda smutty but its just chris' porn LOL, kinda mild for whats to come

✰ word count: 1.0k+

✰ summary: your friends were talking about this new guy on pornhub, twitter, onlyfans, all of the above really that has taken the internet by storm. you looked it up out of curiosity to find that it was your friend chris at the centre of it all.

✰ a/n: yeah so i made this into a three parter because i was kinda obsessed with this...

see pt. 1 (you are here) , pt. 2, pt. 3, pt.4 & pt.5

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༺colour chart༻ reader ❀ chris ★ hayley margot (random characters for plot convenience)

You were at work, getting ready to clock out - in the break room. Packing up your computer, charger, phone, when your workfriends came walking in. "Have you seen that on guy twitter and stuff?" "He's on onlyfans too--" "Why are you guys talking about onlyfans at work?--" "No, you have to understand-- there's this new guy he's on like.. twitter, pornhub on everything and people are obsessed with him." "And, I'm guessing you two are obsessed with him aswell?" "Maybe.. I'm looking into the cam girl business to hook up with him." "That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard." "You have to see him yourself, then you'll be the exact same." "404ByteMe is his name." "That is-- I'm sorry bite me?" "No-- byte me like some nerdy shit, he must be into tech or something." "Tech and Porn, goes perfect together." You'd pack the rest of your stuff up, clearly uninterested. "I've got to go.. I'll see you tomorrow."

You made your way to your apartment, setting your stuff down as you toed off your shoes. Letting out a sigh, you pulled out your phone. ByteMe, that's dumb. You were then texted by your bestfriend Chris, he's a reserved person - not really knowing your work friends.

today - 4:57pm "we still on for tonight??"

"unless ur planning on ditching me, yeah we are ;P" "perf, be there at half past" "yep x"

You set your phone down, you had to clean your apartment and shower before Chris came over for dinner. You cleaned up your apartment, as you checked your phone you realised it was 5:23pm. You still needed to shower, surely Chris would be late-- and besides he wouldn't care if you were in the shower for like 5 minutes.. right?

today - 5:23pm "i might be in the shower when you get here, let urself in xx"

You knew he'd be probably driving already, but he'd eventually check his phone. You went off into the bathroom, turning on the shower - as you waited for the water to heat up, you shedded out of your work uniform. Feeling grateful that it was finally off after a hot and long day at work. The water washed away all the grime and dirt from the day also loosening your muscles and just giving you a minute to be thoughtless. As you got out of the shower, you checked your phone - realising that Chris hadn't read your message. Believing that he wasn't at the apartment yet. You wrapped a towel over yourself, drying off your hair as you walked out into your living room, humming to yourself - the towel cutting off your peripheral vision as you headed to the fridge. That's when you heard his voice. "Hello?--" He said with a chuckle. You turned around, seeing him in jeans, a plaid jumper and a shirt displaying a design based on some game that he probably liked. Then you became acutely aware of your clothes, or lack thereof. A blush coated your cheeks, "Shit-- shit, sorry I thought you weren't here yet--" He laughed a bit at your flusteredness, "Uh-- sorry.. I- I should've texted you or something.." "Chris it's fine-- don't apologise, let me get dressed." You practically waddled away to your bedroom, embarrassment wasnt even the right word to describe how you just felt. You could've died on the spot. You got changed into jeans and whatever shirt you could find, intending to be quick. Your hair was still wet, imprinting and sticking to your shirt - making it kind of see through. You gave up, deciding to walk back into the living room. "Sorry again--" You'd move to grab two beers from your bar fridge, walking back over to Chris - passing him one. He responded with a small "thank you." as you sat down next to him, placing your feet onto your coffee table. After dinner, you found yourselves watching some horror movie Josh suggested you two to watch. You were on your phone, not really invested in the movie as Hayley and Margot kept texting you about this Byte guy, it was starting to piss you off at this point. Why were they so persistent with it, "Plsssss, he's so hot!!" "trust me you will literally ascend to godhood seeing this man." You decided to just give in, look at one small clip or photo to see what the deal with this guy was. You faced your phone away from Chris, so he wouldnt see what the fuck you were up to on it. You went on incognito mode, like that would hide your sins. Looking up "404ByteMe" into the ponhub search bar, that's when you fell upon his profile.

He had many videos, some with some girls some solo. You turned down your volume to zero almost immediately. His profile picture was.. hot, it was faceless but holy shit what a body. A blonde curly happy trail leading to something cut out of frame, and a toned, lean stomach helping it. You clicked on a video, that's when you saw it. That smile that you've seen so many times before, those lopsided glasses that has to be pushed up every so often, that nose.

The man you were sitting next to was now plastered all over the screen, you watched himself pump his cock over and over again - probably making sweet noises that made you need to rewatch this later. Watching this felt wrong, but also so right. You watched the beads of pre-cum leak from his red swollen tip, watching his chest heave and his thighs and jaw tighten like he was about to cum, your thighs started to rub together to relieve the heat building between them, you never thought about Chris in that sense but now it was all that filled your mind. That's when a voice cut through your moment.

"You still watching this movie or what?--" You turned off your phone almost immediately, pushing it aside. "Y-Yeah.. sorry, my friends just kept texting me. I'm all yours." I'm all yours?-- okay who even says that, but as you looked at the man beside you - you could only wonder how he would look atop of you, fucking into you. You struggled to watch the movie, your phone still buzzing with texts from Hayley and Margot as you were hoping all of this would be over soon and he could leave to rewatch that video fifty more times if you could.

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YEP!! YEP!! I AM MAKING MORE CHAPTERS LIKE RN