#it's still there and you can see it but the key is *only* you can see it

[luveline]

angsty request coming!!! hotch taking care of an overworked reader who hasn’t been sleeping!! maybe the team notices r has been a bit scattered or feverish and hotch steps in!!!

thank you for requesting! fem, 1k Hotch knows, technically, that what he’s doing tonight is out of bounds. He just doesn’t care —can’t find it in himself to regret his actions as he shepherds you from the office and into his car. Doesn’t give your wide-eyed surprise any notice, doesn’t offer explanation as he takes you into the department store between the office and his apartment and tells you to choose. 

“I don’t understand.” 

He nods toward the lines of pointelle camisoles and shorts, gestures to the longer silken trousers, “Choose something to wear.” 

You blink hotly. He’s flustered you, but that’s easy lately. “Do they have anything warmer?” you ask. 

He takes your arm gently into his hand and turns you an inch, where the jersey material pajamas hang from the wall. There’s a nice brown coordinating set right in front of you. He guesses your size (he knows it from practice), pulling a hanger from up high to offer you. “Yes?” he asks. 

“Why?” 

“You’ll need them.” 

You rub your face. “Okay, yeah. I like those ones.” 

He folds them over his arm. He can feel you gaze on the side of his face as he takes you to the register and pays without giving the total any mind. Hotch doesn’t care how much anything costs, he only wants it to be soft. If it weren’t crossing a line, he would’ve found you new underwear, too. 

He accepts the bag from the cashier and guides you out again. “Is there anything else you need?” he asks you. 

“For what?” 

“You aren’t going home.” 

“I’m not?” 

He shakes his head gently. He isn’t being intimidating, only straight forward. Hotch obviously isn’t in the business of kidnapping women, especially coworkers, friends, he just knows now that this won’t be solved without some tough love. “You’re staying with me, if you don’t mind.” 

“Why would I mind?” 

Lethargic, you follow him to the car and get back in the front seat. He turns the heated seats on and watches you sink into the leather, clearly pleased, tired eyes slipping closed every now and then in the ensuing silence. 

Regretfully, you startle as he parks, roused from whatever hooks that had finally managed to hold you. Heat, he thinks, is key here. 

“I’m making oatmeal and cocoa,” he says as he opens the door, waiting for you to follow suit before he continues, “and you can go and get changed. You know where my room is?”

“Sure.” 

“Alright, good. You can make yourself comfortable there.” 

“In your room?” 

He sends you a loving and agitated look over the door. Really? it says. You and Hotch have been trapped in an excitable will-they won’t-they situation for months, and he’d think by now the obvious answer to it all is we most certainly will. “Honey, yes. Unless you’d be more comfortable in Jack’s?” 

“Does he still have the race car bed?” 

“Afraid so.” 

You hum, and lead the way to the house. Hotch hands you his keys, something in his chest tightly squeezed to see you turn the house key in the lock, to let yourself in, and to hold out your hand expectantly for the department bag. You head to his room like you do it everyday. Hotch resists the urge to call you back and kiss you with your jaw held in his hand —it’s not the point. 

He gets a strange pang a few minutes later, stirring the pot of easy-sachet oatmeal, a rare pang of regret. Perhaps he’s being too headstrong, letting his worry guide him like this, pushing you to come home with him and to sleep in his bed. You might be at the same level as he is, but it still feels a little like pulling Spencer home with him and demanding he dress and eat as Hotch likes. 

I’ll apologise, he thinks, setting your oatmeal and cocoa on a tray, conscious of the sun setting outside, night swiftly falling. If he really is going to say sorry and have you go home, you’ll be disrupted again. There’s a possibility Hotch has made this ten times worse. 

He climbs the stairs and finds you laying on his side of the bed with your nose turned into his pillow, a damp sheen to your skin. You’ve washed your face, and changed into the new pajamas, just a little too big for you where you’ve curled around your hands. 

“Honey?” he asks softly. 

“Sorry,” you say, twice as quietly as he had, “just, it smells so nice in here.” 

“That’s okay.” 

“I’ll move.”

“Just sit up,” he says, thinking of you in the office with your jittering and your glass-eyed stare. “I’ve brought you something.” 

You nod heavily and do as he’s asked, again. He sets the tray on your lap and you look up at him. It’s the look that does it, really. The half circles under your eyes are nothing to him beyond proof that you aren’t sleeping, the bloodshot in your sclera, it’s all inconsequential. What floors him is the unquestioning trust to be found when you look at him. He doesn't kid himself when he thinks that this could lend itself to love. 

“You know why I’ve asked you to come home with me?” he asks carefully. 

“I worried you.”

He puts the tray in your waiting lap, gracing your chin with a quick stroke underneath, feather-light. “I haven’t abused my power?” 

“Buying me new clothes and making me dinner?” you ask softly, evident delight on your face as you notice the squares of chocolate that have begun to melt into your oatmeal. 

“Forcing you home with me and sequestering you in my bedroom.” 

“It’s not how I thought it would happen,” you confess, gathering a heaping mountain of oatmeal onto your spoon, “not the first time, at least. I guess I should worry you more often.” 

“No,” he says, holding your chin between his fingers until you meet his serious gaze. “You shouldn’t.” 

Your eyebrows do something he can’t name, but there’s a word for what it inspires in his chest. “I won’t,” you promise. 

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Proposal Headcanons for Task Force 141 + Graves

Soap

Soap cannot play it cool. The man tries, but the moment he realizes he wants to marry you, it takes approximately 36 hours before he blurts it out mid-date, mid-bite, mid-everything.

“I love you. You love me. Let’s just do it, yeah? Marry me. Right now. I’ll steal a ring if I have to.”

You think he’s joking—until he pulls out an actual ring box from his cargo pocket. It’s dented. A little dirty. But the ring inside? Stunning. Soap actually planned ahead but couldn’t contain himself long enough for the ‘perfect moment.’

He kisses you before you even say yes, whispering, “You’re gonna be the death of me… but what a way to go.”

He doesn’t even make it to the bedroom.

The moment you say yes, he tackles you onto the couch, hands everywhere, breathless laughter between frantic kisses. His mouth is on your neck, mumbling, “You said yes—you said yes, I’m gonna ruin you for the next three days.”

He gets downright feral. Clothes ripped off, ring glinting as he grips your hips and mutters filthy praise in your ear. “Say it again. C’mon, sweetheart, say you’re gonna be my wife—while I’m deep inside you.”

You’re so sore the next morning you can barely stand. He carries you to the shower, grinning the entire time.

Gaz

Gaz puts in work. He’s low-key about it, but he plans the proposal down to the smallest detail: your favorite place, the perfect playlist, the exact time the light hits just right.

He gives a small speech about all the things he loves about you—your laugh, your stubbornness, how you make coffee wrong but he drinks it anyway—and then casually drops to one knee like he’s done it in his head a thousand times.

“You don’t make sense with anyone else. You make sense with me. And I want that for the rest of my life.”

You’re a mess. He’s a mess. Even the waiter cries.

He starts slow. Intense eye contact. Whispering thank you against your lips as he slips the ring on your finger and lays you down like you’re sacred.

But once his lips are on your skin? He loses control.

Gaz eats you out like he’s starved, murmuring, “My fiancée tastes so fuckin’ sweet,” between strokes of his tongue. You’re trembling before he even gets his pants off.

And when he finally pushes inside? It’s deep. Slow. A claim.

“I’m gonna make you feel me for days,” he breathes, forehead to yours, hips rolling with purpose. “This is how your husband loves you.”

Ghost

Ghost doesn’t plan to propose. Not because he doesn’t want to—it’s because he’s terrified. Of losing you. Of not being enough. Of messing it up.

But then one night, he wakes up after a nightmare and sees you asleep, soft and peaceful beside him… and it hits him. He needs to make sure you never leave.

Next morning? He slips a ring onto your finger while you’re still sleeping. Sits beside the bed, just watching.

You wake up to him staring at your hand, expression unreadable.

“Hope that’s alright,” he says softly. “Didn’t think I could get through asking without losin’ my nerve.”

It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him—and the most sure he’s ever been.

You see a side of Ghost no one else ever has.

Once you say yes, the mask comes off—literally and figuratively. He holds your face, kisses you like he’s drowning, and when he lays you down, it’s pure worship.

But when he’s inside you? All that control breaks.

Rough thrusts. Low growls. Hands gripping your thighs like he needs you to anchor him.

“You’re mine now,” he rasps, voice cracking. “Gonna fuck you until that ring rattles on your finger.”

After? He buries his face in your neck and whispers, “My wife. Mine. Mine.” Over and over like a prayer.

Price

Price goes traditional—old-school, respectful, completely heart-melting. He asks your parents (imagine his old ass asking your parents LMAO (he's only 37)), he wears a suit, he brings you somewhere meaningful.

He drops to one knee with total conviction. Eyes steady. Hands only slightly shaking.

“You’ve stood by me through everything. And if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life giving you everything I’ve got left.”

It’s not flashy. It’s intimate. He looks you in the eye like a man who already sees your whole life together—and you say yes before he even opens the box.

Bonus: He tears up. Silently. And tries to hide it with a “Might be dusty out here.”

He pours a glass of champagne, gives a toast to Mrs. Price-to-be, and then takes you to bed like a gentleman…

…until he’s got you pinned under him, writhing, one hand wrapped around your throat just enough to make you whimper.

“This is what forever looks like,” he growls, sliding in with maddening control. “You wanna be mine? You better be ready to take every fuckin’ inch of me.”

He makes love like a man with something to prove—and he proves it again. And again. And again.

After? He smokes a cigar with your head on his chest, murmuring, “Next time, I’m bending you over the vows.”

Phillip Graves

Graves turns the proposal into a production. Champagne, string quartet, five-star dinner, and probably a drone flying a banner overhead.

He gives a speech in front of everyone. A loud one. “This woman right here? She’s the best thing I ever got my hands on—and I’m damn sure not letting her go.”

He definitely drops to one knee in slow motion. Probably has a photographer hiding in a bush. Maybe two.

The ring? Custom-made. Probably with your initials engraved inside. He flashes that smug grin and says, “You didn’t think I was gonna do this halfway, did you?”

After you say yes, he yells “She said YES!” like it’s a victory and kisses you like he just won a Super Bowl.

Graves worships you that night like a man obsessed. Pours champagne over your chest just so he can lick it off. Tells you exactly what he’s gonna do with his wife in every room of the house.

“Gonna fuck you in silk sheets and marble floors, darlin’,” he purrs. “You think the ring’s nice? Wait till you see what I do with this body.”

Takes his time ruining you. Bent over the bed. Face down on the counter. On your knees in the living room.

Every time he makes you come, he taps the ring and says, “Mine now. And I’m never lettin’ go.”

[snoopychris]

dbf!chris is okay with tying his soul with yours

warnings: period sex. this is your warning.

chris felt frantic while running around his house. his wrist swung back and forth while he consistently checked the time, groaning quietly to himself. he glances at owen, playing happily with some of his cars, smiling slightly as he shoves a bite of cereal in his mouth. the sitter was nearly 20 minutes late. his shift started in 30 minutes and he still had the commute to keep in mind. he was freaking out more than he ever had before. the toddler slowly stands up, tumbling over to his dad. chris smiles as he ruffles the kids hair, pressing a small kiss to his head. “what’s up, bud? hm? you hungry or something?” chris whispers, pulling his phone out of his pocket to solve the problem the only way he knew how.

the phone rang a few times before you answered, your voice sweet and full of cheer as you picked up. “hey chris what’s up? everything ok?” you ask, your smile evident through the screen. chris sighs for a moment before running a hand through his hair, hesitant to ask. “i need a sitter. i had one but she’s late and my shift starts soon and i can’t exactly take owen to a bar. i’ll pay you i promise i just… please.” your eyes widen slightly at the suddenness of the question, but it’s not like you’re doing anything anyway. “i’ll be there in 5.” you reply, climbing off your bed as you begin to walk towards chris’ house. it’s not far by any means, but it’s a tedious walk with all of the sticks and other terrains that separate you. your knocks are gentle on the door, quickly being met with chris’ blue eyes staring into your own. his stubble is longer than it usually is, making him look more his age than usual. 

“i owe you. i promise ill actually pay you eventually. i’m sorry i won’t be able to today.” chris words are fast. you can tell he’s in a rush by the way the house is a mess. it looks like he was scattering through all of his things to find what he was looking for. “it’s okay chris really i don’t need any-“ your words are cut off by a brisk kiss from chris as he walks out the door, car keys in hand as he waves goodbye to you and owen. “there’s pizza in the fridge if you’re hungry! i’ll see you later i love you!” he yells, climbing into the prius he’s had for ages. you chuckle as you shut the door gently, looking down at owen on the carpet. “your dad… is a mess sometimes.” you giggle, sitting down next to him on the carpet. “but he’s cool i guess.”

the day passes by faster than you had ever imagined it could’ve. it felt like just a few minutes had past when chris got home, but really it had been hours. he walks into the house to the smell of something more delicious than he could’ve ever made. the trail of the scent drags him to the kitchen where you’re making some sort of pasta and brownies. he smiles widely at the sight of you, watching his son as he eats his buttered noodles. “hey you two… what you up to?” he raises an eyebrow, kissing owen’s head as he lifts him up gently and sits the toddler on his knee. “you look good with that apron on. smells great in here too. y’got enough for me?” he chuckles, bouncing his knee gently. you nod as you smile, biting your lip as you turn to look at him. 

“vodka pasta and brownies for dessert.” the plate that gets placed in front of chris looks more delectable than anything he’s eaten in weeks, causing him to quickly grab a fork and place a noodle in his mouth. he borderline moans at the taste, gripping onto your wrist and pulling you in for another kiss. “this is incredible. you’re incredible. thank you.” he whispers, his voice full of nothing but genuine emotion as he speaks. you smile as you steal a bite of his pasta, sitting on the stool besides him. he laughs as you eat his food, his free hand sitting on your knee. “you goin home? or you gonna stay here tonight?” his chin moves to rest on owen’s head, batting his eyes at you like a puppy. you shrug for a moment as you grab the toddler from his lap, setting him on your hip.

“guess i’ll see. he’s fallin asleep on your lap… gonna put him to bed.” you whisper, running your fingers through the brown head of hair as a way to rock him to sleep. “i’ll be right back. save me some pasta.” chris smiles at your words as you walk away, holding his arms out for you when you finally come back. you settle in his lap and in his arms, kissing his cheek and neck gently. “you don’t have to pay me chris. i mean it. i’m okay.” you giggle, taking a bite from the plate once more. chris shrugs as he gently twists your hair between his fingers as if it’s the worlds most expensive silk. he wants to hold you just like this at every given moment of the day. everyday.

“you’re really pretty. would make a really good mama. when i left the house was a mess. all i had was pizza. came back and suddenly i can see my floor and there’s a god damn pasta on the stove. and you made it from scratch ‘cause i didn’t have any spaghetti noodles, only rigatoni.” your mouth drops slightly open at his words, gasping when he pulls you in for a long, passionate kiss. your arms wrap around his neck as he continues to work his way down your neck with his lips. 

“lemme… lemme just put it in while we eat. won’t even move. please baby please.” he whines, nipping down on your neck. you moan quietly but shake your head regardless, pushing chris away gently. “you can’t. i’m on my period it’s gonna be gross and messy and it’s a soul tie.” chris groans at your words, toying with the hem of your sweatpants, which you had taken from his closet, biting his lip as he bats his eyes. 

“oh i don’t give a fuck. gods giving you a natural lubricant and you’re stopping me from using it?” you laugh in shock at his words, standing up from his lap as you make your way to his bedroom. “you’re a freak.” you whisper, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and tossing it onto the bed.  “you literally swallowed my cum last night and the night before that but blood is what’s getting in your way?” you widen your eyes at his words, jumping onto the bed as you reach out to him. “you’re such a romantic you know that?” chris laughs at your words, caging you on his mattress with his arms. he begins to kiss down your neck again, hand slipping between your thighs as he taps on your clit gently. it’s a little too slow for your liking. “chris.” you whine, pushing your sweats out of the way to give him more access. he groans at the sight, freeing himself from his own clothes and rubbing himself against your clothed heat. 

“you’re gonna be so good for me right baby? g’nna let me stuff you full of my babies? gonna let me make you a mama right?” he grunts, pushing your panties to the side and slipping in carefully as you squirm on the bed gently. your gummy walls engulf him instantly, a layer of warmth added with your current state. his head buries into your neck as he begins sliding in and out, the motion coming with lots more ease than usual. “fuck you feel amazing.” chris licks his lips as he begins speeding up his movements, his ego being boosted by your inability to speak and hardly make any noise. your eyes squeeze shut as you grip onto his hair, drool slipping from the side of your mouth. you can’t imagine the mess that you’re making as chris moves, the hormones coursing through you making the experience far more enjoyable. the self control that chris was trying his best to keep goes out the window when he thrusts against a specific spot, the moan leaving your mouth making a switch flip in chris’ head. 

his movements speed up more than you thought was possible, one of your legs being hoisted up to his shoulder for him to continuously rub against the spot that had made you so loud just moments ago. his free hand comes down to rub circles on your clit, the mess between your legs only spreading to his hands. “fuck. fuck you feel so fucking good. gonna need to do this more often. oh look at you doll, so fucked out on my cock. cmon baby… can feel you clenching around me.” chris speaks, his speed on your clit increasing. you nod rapidly as you let the wave of pleasure rush over you, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “attagirl.” chris groans as he releases inside of you, a shaky moan leaving the depths of his throat.  your pants are in tandem as you ride out your orgasms, chris being reluctant to pull out. 

he does eventually, pushing your panties back over your pussy. he chuckles slightly as he stands up, walking to the bathroom to wash his hands before turning towards you. “you want me to run you a bath?” he whispers, looking towards the bathtub as he steps over to his bed, swiftly picking you up and walking into the bathroom once more. “it’s up to you doll. i’d gladly shower with you again and again till you felt clean enough.” you smile at his words, head gesturing towards the bath. “only if you join me.” you whisper, climbing into the plastic tub as chris turns the water on. he slips in with you, hands wrapping around your frame gently. he kisses the top of your head, his thumbs moving to rub your thighs gently. “you make me feel complete y’know.” he whispers, the blush on his face becoming more apparent as you squeeze onto his bicep gently, letting out a small giggle. “yeah that’s the soul tie talking.”

a/n: i had no ideas and thought all my smut sounded the same and somehow THIS is where we ended up. my bad guys.

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[lover-of-mine]

Welcome to a guide to all basketball references around Buck's character so far written by the crazy color theory girlie who happens to be a former basketball player and might get too excited writing this!

Okay, first time we encounter a basketball in Buck's journey is actually in 301. The ball is there when Eddie drops Chris off but we do not get an angle of that table in 303, so it's unclear if it's still there.

But I can tell you it's no longer there the next time we see that table. And pretty much every other time we are in that area.

So the ball is only there for the beginning of Buck figuring out he loves Chris like a parent, not enough to create a pattern, BUT, it is the beginning of a major arc for Buck. So something to look out for.

The next time basketball comes up in relation to Buck doesn't really involve Buck. It is during 404 when Chim and Albert are discussing the Daniel secret and the way Buck is unaware of this big secret that shaped his whole life. In the episode he finds that out. So, look, another major event in Buck's life having basketball smacked in the middle.

Once is an instance, twice is a coincidence, so let's keep going.

Next time we see a basketball is in 608. When Buck is babysitting Jee while madney house-hunts.

608 is not a particularly eventful episode for Buck, but the house-hunting leads to the Buckley visiting, which ends up being a key part of his coma dream, a bit of a stretch, but I'll keep it here for further consideration.

Then we get to 704. 608 might be a stretch, but this sure ain't. So basketballs seem to be tied world-altering arcs beginning for Buck somehow.

704 first references basketball when Buck mentions the pickup basketball game Eddie is going to with Tommy. That's not the beginning of Buck's jealousy, but it is the first time he says he's upset he's being "excluded" even tho Eddie keeps inviting him. But that is what starts Buck's escalation.

Which then leads us to the scene everyone misunderstood.

We still don't know who Eddie was talking to, since who is talking to is fully irrelevant, but it is kinda funny that Buck is desperately trying to get Eddie's attention.

The thing here is that the dialogue "I was thinking we should, we should get a hoop, huh?" is easy to misinterpret as Buck trying to invite himself to the game and not knowing the proper language for it, since "shoot some hoops" is a casual way to invite someone to play basketball. But we establish that Buck has a standing invitation, he just keeps saying no because he doesn't like it. He hates in fact, as stated twice in the show. Buck wants to get an actual hoop for the station so that Eddie doesn't have to go with Tommy to play it. Buck already has a ball, we saw it in the loft twice. He got a ball for the station and he wants to add a hoop to the recreational area of the station. They have pool tables, and ping pong tables, and the gym, not that far fetched to have a hoop too.

But that does not work in getting Eddie's attention, so Buck decides to ask Chim to go to the game with him, so he won't just show up.

That leads us to the actual basketball game.

I think the actual game is choreographed in a very fun way. Buck is getting really frustrated, but for me, it has 3 key points.

Buck slamming into Tommy.

This line.

And Buck slamming into Eddie. (I'm not gonna add a gif, I don't like to look at that particular event)

The thing that's interesting that Buck slamming into Tommy, is that Tommy doesn't move. Buck gets all the impact. It adds to the way Tommy is unbending. Tommy is not presented to us as someone who compromises, and that makes that visual of Buck ricocheting from his chest something that catches my eye. I feel like even 811 adds to it, because he only decided to come back when he thought that he had won by default.

"You ain't getting past me" is just one of the many crazy wording lines we've gotten since s7 started. It is true within the context of the scene, Buck in fact loses possession of the ball to Eddie, so he doesn't get past him, but in the overall picture of their relationship, there is no getting past Eddie for Buck. Eddie is it. And Buck can pout, and lie, and distract himself, and pretend to be fine all he wants, he can't fill Eddie's space in his life with something else.

Obviously, we then have the too aggressive block that makes them believe Buck broke Eddie('s leg). This part is interesting because it takes Buck a while to react. This is a person who clawed at the dirt for Eddie, who ran into gunfire for Eddie. The fact that he freezes says a lot. His emotions get away from him and his immediate reaction is to hide. He only reacts when they determine that Eddie's leg might, in fact, be broken and he offers to be the one to drive him, but he doesn't push once Tommy tells him not to. He gives into the instinct to hide. And that ultimately is the thing that triggers the biggest change in Buck's character arc, the bisexuality once Tommy shows up in his house. But interesting enough there aren't references to the actual game during that conversation.

But we are not done with the basketball of it all in 704. Because we have the conversation with Maddie.

Up to that point everyone is interpreting what happened as an accident. Trust me, as someone who's dislocated a couple of fingers and has permanent damage on my ankle and knee because of basketball, it's ridiculously easy to injure yourself or someone else on a basketball court. But that's the moment Buck admits he is jealous and acting out. That scene is important because Buck admits to it being about Eddie, before Tommy offers him an explanation that's easier to live with and allows him to project that into somewhere safe. But that scene is also important because we find out that Buck didn't actually break Eddie('s leg), he's just scared that his big feelings scared Eddie away. But ultimately we know that Eddie is physically unable to hold anything against Buck so that turns out fine. He always going to be able to come back from his acting out, as also shown in 809.

Basketball is then not brought up again until 806, the anniversary dinner that leads to Buck and Tommy breaking up.

Hey, look, another subtle what got Buck together with someone is part of what breaks them up.

Anyway, Buck hates basketball. Interesting to think that Tommy would think that's something Buck would enjoy, since it is an established fact that he doesn't like it. But this dinner ends up the beginning of the end. Again, basketball is involved in a major life change, since the breakup ends up extended in 811 and we get confirmation on who Tommy thinks is Buck's last. Interesting, right?

We then get Buck holding a basketball as he goes crazy on the potential renters in 809.

The ball appears at a very interesting point in the conversation because when confronted with a mother and her kids, it almost makes it seem like he is "guarding" Christopher's room. And he only has the ball when talking to the mother, the one person that he feels threatened the most. Almost as if the idea of another family there is the thing that bothers him the most.

It is also what triggers Eddie telling him to leave, which makes him overhear Eddie, which makes him act out, which makes him take over the lease which creates all the problems from 811 that will probably definitely eventually lead to Buck's feeling realization. Yay for basketballs present in Buck's triggers.

But if you think I'm reaching on blaming 809 for the events of 811. Fear not because that's not where the basketball ends.

But Buck can't sleep in the house, so Maddie tells Buck to make new friends and Buck, bless his heart, tries to make friends by bringing up stuff Eddie likes because what he likes is Eddie.

But hell, basketball is present when he asks Ravi for drinks and it all leads to Ravi leaving him with Tommy and Tommy calling him out on possibly having feelings for Eddie that definitely won't lead to Buck figuring out any big thing about himself, right? 👀

And we also get a possible confirmation of the fact that Buck did in fact take Eddie to that Lakers game. Because if there's one thing Evan Buckley will do is yap about Eddie.

Why are they using something Buck hates in these triggers? Well, that's the part I haven't figured out yet, but it is something that is present, so I will be on the lookout for it to come up again lol

That's all for today, if you read this I love you.

[xislyns]

DO AGE GAPS BOTHER THEM?

Marco , Shanks , Rayleigh , Mihawk

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ asks are open!

op masterlist : 𐙚🧸ྀི

how i think the One piece DADDIES would react to having a spouse who has a big age gap with them ? would they be insecure or secure about it? (Reader is from water 7 but honestly it doesnt rlly matter )

a/n : i am obsessed with the dilfs of one piece , istg im going to make a whole series just on hcs for these men 😩😩

AKAGAMI NO SHANKS

it bothers them at first.

Shanks usually is carefree, and during all of his trips across the grandline ofc he would often have flings, it might also be possible he has flings on every island his crew has landed on. but the moment he realized he had serious feelings for you , he grew unusually uncomfortable . It wasn’t like him to overthink, but he found himself wondering if he’d be holding you back.

“you know ____ I’m not exactly the most stable guy, im a wanted pirate,” he said one evening, swirling his drink in his hand as you can hear the crew celebrating their victory in the background . “And I’m older. You could do better ____. you would definitely be better off settling down with a shipwright in the city."

You rolled your eyes, “Stop underestimating me, Shanks. You wont scare me off with those type of words. im here with you, and im here to stay.”you said to him with utmost confidence

His grin returned, sheepish but genuine. “Guess I can’t argue with that.”

From then on, Shanks embraced the relationship fully. He’d grown comfortable about the age gap, capable of saying things like, “See ____ would still pick me even if im an old man” this whole thing will and has become one of the key points that makes him love your relationship more.

When anyone dared to comment on the difference, he’d laugh and throw an arm around you. “Jealousy’s not a good look for you, mate!” he’d sneer, brushing it off .

To Shanks, life was short, and love with you? it was worth any risk.

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DRACULE MIHAWK

Not Bothered.

Dating Dracule Mihawk is not an easy task, age gap or not. He is known to be the best swordsman alive and not only that but he is a man of few words.

his piercing gaze often leaves you guessing his thoughts. When the topic of the age difference came up, it was you who bought it up.

“Does it bother you that I’m younger?” you asked one night, standing in the library of his castle.

He regarded you with his usual flat voice, setting down his glass of wine. “Do you really believe me to be someone who concerns myself with unimportant things like age?”

You blinked, unsure if that was an awnser you wanted to hear

Mihawk sighed, walking to approach you. “Age means nothing to me, nor will it ever matter in my life. What matters to me is compatibility, trust, and respect. Do you doubt that we share these things?”

“No,” you murmured, your cheeks warming under his intense stare.

“Then stop questioning it, Love ” he said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You’re my spouse, no matter what the world says.”

And that was that. Mihawk was a man who lived his life on his terms, and he could care less about how people perceive him. whats matters is he had you in arms reach.

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MARCO THE PHEONIX

Somewhere in between.

Marco had always lived on the Moby Dick, his priorities are split between his crew and his duty as Whitebeard’s right-hand man. But when he met you a lively spirit a decade younger , he found himself intrigued.

At first, Marco hesitated. The age gap wasn’t an issue to him personally, but he was wary of the gossip and judgment it might bring to you. He was scared it would make you insecure and uncomfortable in your relationship. He spoke to you carefully, like he was testing the waters between you two.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked one evening as you sat on the docks together, the sun setting behind you.

“im sure marc,” you replied, placing your hands over his. “Age is just a number to me, Marco. What matters is how we feel. and i feel amazing when im with you"

His lips twitched into a smile, a rare but genuine expression. “You’re too wise for your years, yoi.”

From then on, Marco grew more comfortable with your relationship. He is protective in his own way, always making sure you felt supported. When anyone questioned the relationship, he’d brush them off with his usual calm demeanor, saying,“As long as we’re happy, nothing else matters, yoi.”

To him , as long as you are okay with it, then it wasnt a big deal for him. He just wants you to have the upmost comfort.

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SILVERS RAYLEIGH

Not Bothered.

Rayleigh had seen and done it all. In his golden years, he thought his days of love and romance were behind him. Then you came along, a ball of youthful energy and charisma that reignited a spark he thought was long extinguished in his old life.

“Age gap, hm?” he chuckled one night as you teased him about his silver hair. “I’ve been living long enough to know that love doesn’t follow rules,and neither do i.”

Rayleigh adored your youthfulness and the fresh perspective you brought into his dull life. He wasn’t insecure about the gap though , if anything he found it amusing. When others raised eyebrows, he’d wave them off with a laugh.

“Let ‘em talk what they want” he’d say, pulling you closer. “We’re happy, and that’s all that matters.”

He values your presence and he was always there to share a story or give advice when you needed it. To him, the age gap was just another adventure for him.

[morganalatina21]

Way too far gone - Kimi Antonelli

The one where your friends can't take another night of you rambling about the guy you're in love with

or

Where, for the first time, is Kimi who is gonna hear what you really feel

inspired by friends - chase atlantic

Warnings: f!reader, english is not my first language, not proof read, use of yn, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, use of "good girl", alcohol.

Kimi's phone rang, waking him up from dreaming with his eyes open. On the background the lights and sounds from the tv on his hotel room lit up the ambient, the only sources of any movement. The young driver looked at the screen, seeing an unfamiliar name shining on the screen: Gabriel.

Sure, they were both rookies starting their first season on formula 1 together, but they weren't exactly close enough for him to be calling Kimi on a monday night, after the chaos at the Australian Grand Prix.

"Hello?" Gabriel yelled at the other side of the line, trying to hear his own voice. The music was loud and rythmic, which honestly made the italian happy that his friend was still able to party even after a DNF on the very first race. "Kimi?"

"Mate! Is everything okay?"

"I am fine." He paused, almost as if he was looking for somebody. "But to be honest, it's not someone's night." In the background, Kimi could hear someone whining, probably drunk, complaining about something. "Are you too busy to come and get us?"

"No." He answered, pressing his phone between his shoulder and his cheek, getting up and choosing something out of the pile of clothes he had to organize to travel to China very soon. "But can you at least tell me what`s going on?"

"Uhm... sure." After a few seconds the music was almost completely muffled and Gabriel sighed. "So, I went out clubbing with Isa, and on the bathroom she ran into a pretty drunk Y/n."

At the sound of your name, he physically perked up, back immediately rigid and the phone now on his hand.

"Y/n? Y/n L/n?"

"Yep. That one." He sighed again and swallowed. "Completely alone, dozing in and off, and apparently her friends left her alone at the club. I didn't actually understand most of what she said, but I know I got your name on some sentence, so... here we are."

"Okay, I'll- I'll come get her." Kimi was now kicking some shoes on and grabbing the keys to the rented car. "Just send me the address and I'll be on my way."

Before he could hang up, Kimi was already ou the door and frantically pressing the elevator button.

On the drive there, his thoughts were uneven, you recently told him about some weird things your friends have been saying a lot, and how it was all stuck inside the brain so bad it was impossible to shut down, keeping you up at night.

His hands squeezed the wheel and he bit his lip, promising himself silently he'd first hear you out instead of immediately cursing them off, after all, they were your friends.

Gabriel was waiting outside of the pub, purple neon lights making his eyes seem bigger and his hair darker. He waved once he saw Kimi and smiled tightly.

"Hey. She's inside, still with Isa. Come on." The brazilian driver guided him through the crowd, both with caps and heads tilted down to not be recognized so easily. "I'm really sorry, I didn't know who else to call. I offered taking her to the hotel and let her crash on the couch, I've done it before, but she refuses."

"Is okay." He shrugged. "Dios mio, Y/n."

The sight was one Kimi had never seen on you before. The make up was smudged on all directions and eyes watery, looking everywhere and nowhere at the same time, head moving absentmindedly without any real pattern, head attached to the neck from all the sweat and arms shaking slightly from the cold tides you were pressed against.

Isabella, Gabi's girlfriend, had one of your hands cupped between hers in her lap, and she seemed to be trying so hard to keep you awake at the bare minimum.

"I got it from here, thanks mate!"

"No problems. Come on, Isa."

You barely noticed your source of heat leaving, just sniffed and let your head hang against the wall.

Kimi squatted down to be on eye-level with you, trying to steal your attention naturally, and when it happened, there was a glimpse behind your eyes.

"Hey, you look like him." You muttered almost to yourself, and then louder: "You really look just like him."

Holding out a hand, with the index finger you pressed against his right cheek, almost testing if he was real, and once the test came out positive, he felt the whole hand holding his face.

"Fuck, you're so pretty. Just like him." You sniffed once more, nostrils congested and drippy from all the crying that also ruined your make up. "But my friends- uh- where did my friends go?" Looking around, finally realising Isabella was no longer holding you.

"They just left, and now I'm here to take care of you, miss."

"My friendssss" Kimi now recognized, the one whining drunkly at the call was, infact, you. "Fuck, I'm really that unloveable." To that, he opened up his mouth to question, but you were too far gone rambling. "It's whatever, i guess, I mean, it's not great, but hey- at least I got a handsome face like you now staring at me."

"I think that's enough for tonight, come on."

Gently, he held his arms out, framing your curled up body and reaching for your elbows and pulling you to stay in your feet. A little off-balanced, but he could work with that.

"Let's go home."

His arms were shoved off at the blink of an eye, your hand still hanging in the air from pushing you away, back now fully glued to the wall behind you.

"Hit the brakes, man." You were slurring your words and barely managing to stay put in your heels, but your eyes were feisty. "I'm not walking into no stranger's car, I still have some self respect, 'kay? I can still think, fucker."

"What-"

Kimi explored every inch of your face, looking for a shaking sign of a unfunny prank, but he found nothing except some anger and that same glimpse.

"Are you serious? Love, it's me."

Your bottom lip quivered before you gulped, still not moving and looking at him with cold fear. Arms up, trying his best to not seem remotely scary, he approached you step by step, dragging his feet on the floor in order to not be too quick and scare you away. He did not know what he would've done if you ran off frightened and locked yourself in the bathroom, or worse, got lost in the streets.

"Okay, see? Calm down."

He was halfway believing in the way your expression softened and arms were hanging on the sides of your body, letting him in.

You blinked once, twice, before melting and craning the neck and taking his lips onto yours.

This was definetely not what he was expecting but gave in anyway, reciprocating the kiss and enveloping your shaking body in his arms. You tasted like vodka and some energy drink, most likely Red Bull, and he made a mental note to fake argue with you about giving his competition money.

"Come on, baby. Let's go home."

You grunted out of frustration. "Dude, what is your problem? I already said to you, I'm not going to bed with you just because you look like him. Just get a fucking grip and let us both enjoy what we still can."

"Y/n I'm serious."

Your brows furrowed. "How do you know my name?"

"I'm telling you. I'm Kimi."

"No, see," You pushed him only a few centimeters away, but your right hand was still on his forearm. "We are not allowed to say that name here." You said, matter-of-factly, waving a finger around. "So I don't know how you fucking know that name, just drop it."

"Y/n L/n, I am Andrea Kimi Antonelli, not just some guy who looks like him. Gabi called me."

The smug facade on your face disappeared more and more every second and he was getting impatient.

"No." You whined. "Kimi would not come for me. He would- he would not. Why would he? He wouldn't. No."

The italian's heart skipped a beat. Is that what you really thought of him? Heck, he knew you weren't dating but at least you should know he was not some prick.

You had to know. Right?

"Baby, I know you're not feeling good." He started, moving his forearm around to hold your hands into his. "But you need to let me take care of you, per favore."

With a sniff, your mind collapsed noticing his hand, the leather bracelet he always wore and huge rings framing his large and veiny hands, the ones you knew so goddamn well and fantasized about a promising ring on the ring finger, and you'd be wearing one exactly alike.

He really was Kimi.

You had kissed him thinking he was someone else.

You rambled to him about him.

And he was there.

"Oh, fuck."

Detaching your back from the wall, you let Kimi hold your shoulders and guide both of you through the crowd, out the main door and into the car.

The realization that it was really him dawned on you with an unrequited dose of sobreity and now tears of embarassment clung onto your eyes. You were shivering, blood pressure so low the temperature was running down to the point of almost hitting your teeth.

"I'm sorry." You managed to cough out on the middle of the ride, curled up in a ball on the passanger seat, looking out the window, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"We'll talk at the hotel, okay?"

Fuck, that's exactly what you didn't want. It meant you'd have to go all the way up to his hotel room, expose your feelings and explain everything you did that night while still being tipsy.

You just wanted to go to your hotel room, take a hot shower just to get the sticky drinks you spilled on yourself off and breakdown under a pair of covers watching tv and crying yourself to sleep.

But now you knew, your relationship with Kimi was never going to be the same.

To you, everything was awkward. The car ride, walking into the hotel room and greeting people with a head nod, the elevator, everything. To Kimi, it was just mildly uncomfortable, but he didn't remembered the last time he was uncomfortable with you.

You pressed the button to your level, but when it came, he just held your waist and pressed for the elevator to close.

His hotel room was a bit chaotic, never being big on organization he'd most of the time just let thing on sight in order to not forget them. The tv was still on, bed sheets a mess, clothes thrown in the ground and a laptop upside down on the couch.

That was the first time you were in that hotel room of his, which was odd.

"Okay, do you wanna talk first?" He asked, handing you a bottle of water from the minibar. You grabbed it, but didn't open, sitting down on the couch, whilst he sat on the edge of the bed. "Fine by me."

He kicked his shoes off. "I want to start with what' been bugging me the most." You avoided meeting his eye once again, knowing they were very much trained on you. "Did you really think I was someone else when you kissed me?"

Swallowing hard, you still didn't find the voice so the best next option was just a shy nod.

"Did you do that before?" Again, just a nod. "Why?"

Now you met his eyes, a pang of pride filling you at the sight of his almost angry expression.

"Why do you care?" He tilted his head to the side, almost in a 'really?' state of mind. "No, really. Why do you care so much, Kimi? The fuck is it to you to ask me that?"

"Because I care about you. About us."

"Us?" You laughed dryly at that, tightening the grip on the water bottle. "Fine, let's talk about it. What is 'us', exactly? Huh?"

"The fuck- where is that coming from?"

"Because honestly, I thought I could take it, being your nothing until you decided you were done with me, but since we're already here, let's do it. Let's solve this." You untangled your legs, ready to get up and leave any time you needed.

"Done with you? Why would I be done with you, love?"

It hurt. Hearing him call you love after pushing yourself away for days, believing you were better and moving on from him, but now, as he asked you with the softest puppy eyes ever and being so caring, you wanted to give in and throw all your mini progress away.

But even if you did, he wouldn't have it. You knew he would not settle until understanding what was coming out of your mouth.

So, taking a deep breath, you held your tears inside.

"Let's face it, Kimi. We never were something grounded enough, and now, we would be even less. For fucks sake, you're in F1 now! I'm so fucking proud of you, but I know that, as each day go by, you'd be met with everything, everyone, that you could have, and I know what that can do to someone. Ollie already cheated on his girlfriend, and I'm not even your girlfriend, I'm nothing to you."

"We're not dating. You, for whatever reason, refuses to have sex with me so we're not even fuck buddies, and besides those little meeting we have to hook up we barely speak, so I wouldn't call us friends with benefits."

"And I just know, that when you'll get out there you'll realise I'm nothing special, and I was letting you lead me on because I was taking what I could still have from you. So please just fucking tell me I never meant anything to you so we could both move on from this and-" Kimi was kissing you.

At some point, in between your rambling, he got up and was walking towards you; amidst the kissing was when you noticed you've been crying.

It angered you how your body became a puddle in his hands, how no matter the pain it would come after this, you still leaned into him, wanted him.

That was what your friends were always talking about: how you craved him, and he let you stick around to have someone he knew he had control over. This must've been like the thousandth time you kissed, but it always gave you butterflies like it was the first one.

He stopped the kiss first, hovering over the couch. His swollen red lips, his big brown eyes staring at you.

"I couldn't sit there and watch you talk bad about yourself, love. I couldn't."

He watched without even blinking as your eyes just watered more, becoming bigger and more pleading, man was in awe with your reaction, lips quivering as you where almost whimpering. His hands slowly came up, cupping your cheeks to make sure you kept looking at him. A masterpiece of how beautiful you were, silently begging for him.

"Please Kimi, don't do this. Don't be mean." You whispered to his face. "Don't do this, please, please don't."

He delivered a quick peck to your chapped lips. "I'm not being mean, vita mia. I want you, I've never wanted anyone else, please believe me. I only want you."

You didn't know. You truly couldn't tell if the blink in his eyes was him being sincere or if your drunken brain was playing some sick prank at you.

Your soul wanted to believe him, your heart couldn't take another breaking, not again. But fuck, you wish you could consult someone else that wasn't drunk or completely infatuated by this man.

"Cara mia, let me show you. Please?"

You sighed.

Fuck it.

Leaned in just the slightest and bit his lip, pulling him towards you.

He layed all his body weight on you, dropping the laptop to the floor and having his hands clamping your sides, feeling you up on top of your club clothes.

"Cara mia, I need to know how you taste like." Kimi's voice was shaking even though his touch was firm.

Your breath hitched on your throat, slightly nodding to him. After two more pecks he started making his way down on you, taking his time on your neck, which he knew was a weak spot.

He kept going lower and lower, staring to push your skirt up until he found your folds, pulling your panties down to your knees, still letting them hanging from your heels.

"Fuck! Oh fuck!" You gasped as his tongue found your clit.

"Oh you're so wet already." He murmured, holding your thighs so they wouldn't close on his head, practically tongue-kissing your pussy. "Suck." He ordered, sticking his middle and ring finger in your mouth.

Kimi pulled your thighs and started using his big shoulders to hold them just the perfect angle to be with his lips into your core. Feeling like his fingers were wet enough, he pulled them out and shoved into you.

"Let me hear you." And you obliged, letting your lips hang and allowing your sounds to come out.

"K-kimi, fuck! Your fingers are so good, they've always been, but oh god- your tongue. Yes, please, yes."

You and Kimi never went much further than handjobs, this was the first time any of you were getting a head from the other.

And dear God, it felt amazing. Like heaven, and then hell and then heaven again. Kimi was leading you to your little death and probably what was after it too.

Your high was getting higher and higher, and Kimi was noticing it, stretching his hands to play with your nipples, stimulating you even more and letting your thighs clench his head.

You screamed, feeling his lips vibrate against your poor overstimulated cunt from his own moaning, fingers intertwined on the dark curls, pulling him in, almost as if you wanted him to enter you right there.

"You're pulsating, cara." He moaned. "Best pussy ever."

"You liked the way I taste?"

"I loved it."

"Can I taste you next?"

His eyes were blown wide, he was sucking on his fingers to get even more of your flavor, but that knocked him into reality.

With one final kiss on your clit, he pulled himself onto his feet and started undoing his belt. You slipped onto the floor and readied yourself on your knees in front of him.

Pulling his already hard cock out, he stared at you while you made contact with his angry red tip, giving it kitten licks.

"Don't be a tease." He warned, holding his dick by the base and, with the other hand, caressing your cheek. "Blow me like I'm yours."

And you did.

Started sucking the tip, bringing your hands up through his thighs until getting to his balls, massaging them as you guide your head closer and closer to his pelvis.

Using your tongue at the bottom, forcing your throat to relax and take all of him, which caused you to cough. Kimi held your hair in a pony tail, guiding you gently.

"Fuck! Don't do that." He hitched his breath and tighten his grip on your head when you moaned with your full mouth on him. "I'm not gonna last."

"Then cum on my tongue."

Holding your head with both his hands now, his thrusts on your mouth became more assured, harder but more careful. He moaned loudly, throwing his head back.

"Cazzo, Y/n- I'm-"

The taste of cum, nobody warned you before, was terrible. It was hot and sticky, almost like some kind of melted plastic, and it made you cough with him still on your mouth. But his dark huge orbs were staring at you.

So you swallowed with difficulty, and already started working your tongue on the bottom part of him again.

Grunting, Kimi pulled you up on your feet, kissing you, allowing your taste in his mouth and his taste in yours to mix.

He lied you back down on the couch, your legs immediately spreading to allow him in. His dick, already hardening, grazed against your wet pussy, making you quiver and lightly buck your hips up, chasing more.

Taking one of his hands from the top of your head he rubbed his dick around your folds, its tip massaging your clit.

"Who's being a tease now?"

He smiled brightly, aligning his length to your entrance. With one nod from you, he started invading your body.

Your mouth hang open, and he made sure to capture every single one of your moans into his own lips, feeling your tight embrace on his already stimulated dick.

And, dear God, was Kimi thick, stretching you out, feeling like he was going to rip you in half. His hands came up again, one caressing the top of your head and the other playing with your nipple, trying to ease it up on you. Meanwhile, your hands were holding onto his shoulders for dear life, legs already closing on him once again.

"Fuck, bella (beautiful), you're tight." He moaned on your neck. "It feels amazing."

"Kimi you're- its- everything. I can feel it all." You were babbling, trying to make sense of your words when there was none.

All you could think, taste, smell, feel and hear was Andrea Kimi Antonelli. You didn't know where you ended and he began, and honestly? You didn't want to know.

"Cara mia, I'm not trying to rush you, but please can I move?"

"Y-yes."

The alcohol, still buzzing in your blood, kept you numb to the pain, so he was free to move as quickly as he wanted, thrusting into you with hard slaps, forcing moans out of you.

"You feel so fucking good." Kimi whispered in your ear between grunts and sighs. "So, so good. You're taking me so fucking well, baby. Such a good girl."

His shit eating grin appeared as he felt you clenching around his thickness, and that's when an idea flashed his mind.

"How are you feeling?"

"Feels amazing, I need it more." You straightened your arms, holding onto his back, sticking your nails into his skin, pulling all of Kimi more and more towards your body.

"Do something for me?" You tried to look as he slowed down his pace. With one hand, he held your head and threw it back, off the edge of the couch, meeting your images in a huge mirror on the wall.

Kimi had a wide smile, ear to ear, as he rocked his hips into yours slowly, while you were a moaning mess, the make up even messier around your eyes, chest rising up and down. As a matter of fact, Kimi pulled your shirt up your tits to expose them, giving them a light slap, smile never leaving his face.

"Do you see yourself? Look at you, so pretty, so full of me." You moaned, he was starting to pick up the pace. He bent a little, just enough to reach your ears, still looking at you through the mirror. "How dare you say you're not mine?" His tone was rough, and it made your insides clench.

Kimi moaned as you kept squeezing his cock and pulling him to you as a desperate woman, like you needed him to breath.

"Fuck, baby! Can I- I'm way too far gone."

"Please."

His movements became erratic and uneasy as he approached his little death, holding your hair in a fist to keep you looking at the mirror, ableing you to watch as his grip on your waist got tighter and his dick thicker, pulsating inside you and finally pulsating his cum deep into your walls, who were clenching and pushing you to your own high.

"Come on, just give me one more." Zarping his arm around your waist he held you up, moving your body at his will like a doll. "Just one more, for me."

As if on command, your body gave in, scratching even more his body, your back arching from the couch, shaking and toes curling. Through the mirror you could see Kimi watching your every move, huge smile on his lips.

Getting down from your high, your whole mind was buzzing and blank, brain fucked just like your body.

"Are you okay?" He kissed you throughout the jawline. "Was I too rough?"

"You're amazing, Kimi." Words slurred, eyes blinking long. "It was awesome."

Slowly, the Italian retrieved, pulling his length, now soft, off of you. You sighed, feeling heavy and empty.

You sensed him moving around but refused to open your eyes, too afraid he'd be leaving you, scared to go back to the reality that your heart would be broken around once again.

"Vita?" He bopped your nose, and you looked at him. Raising his right hand, you spotted something on his right finger, simulating a ring. "I made it with a string of your hair that got stuck in my hand."

"I'll buy you a ring tomorrow and properly ask, but that's just so you don't have any more doubts."

"You don't even know if I'll say yes."

"Oh I'm not worried about that."

You and Kimi woke up the next day with knocks on the door. He was laying on top of you, barely being able to breathe, he grunted and blinked, eyes instantly checking on you.

"They woke you too?" You nodded, turning to the side to keep sleeping.

"It's your room, deal with it."

He rolled his eyes, pulling the covers to his hips and getting up, body completely naked except for that.

"Is Gabi." Kimi mumbled, looking through the peeking glass. "Hey mate."

"Heeeey." With the door open, you could hear the brazilian's smile as he spoke. "I was going to ask if you guys kissed ad made up, but I guess that's pretty clear now."

"Yeah, she's feeling waaaaay better now." Kimi smirked, throwing a glance in your direction.

You buried your head on the pillow and groaned, fuck, how did you guys not noticed last night that this couch was uncomfortable as hell?

March 23, 2025

[paxaz535]

UNBELIEVABLE

pazzi x transfer!teammate

(reader goes by pumpkin)

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When you transferred to UConn, it was amazing. The atmosphere was great, the people were nice and lastly, they had the best basketball team ever. Not only is the school great in general, the girls are. Specifically two girls in particular, Azzi Fudd and Paige Bueckers. Those two made your heart race every time you were with them. And you’re with them all the time, so you still being alive is a miracle.

They soon figured out your little crush on them and needless to say, you weren’t disappointed. It was embarrassing at first but they both showed you otherwise.. in many different ways. They had you hooked but you didn’t care. You wanted them and you pulled them, that was your goal.

You’ve known of the uconn team because of how much they wanted you to transfer. you all got closer over the last year just by texting, it was amazing. You were their missing key and everyone knew it. you’ve always wanted to go to UConn but your parents wanted you at Iowa. You wanted to make them happy, you wanted to make them proud, but after putting up with 2 years of straight torture and utterly unhappiness, you decided it was enough.

Your parents were upset but they let you do what you wanted. It was good.. until it wasn’t.

-

you were having trouble with your car, it wouldn’t start and you really had to get to practice. Everyone was already there because they wanted to go early but you wanted to get another 15 minutes of sleep in. you tried to start it again but it wouldn’t so you let out a frustrated sigh and slammed your fist on the dashboard.

you popped the hood open and got out your car, aggressively slamming the door and opened the hood all the way. As you were looking inside, you heard footsteps approaching you. “Need some help?” The voice caught you off guard, you’ve never heard it before. You looked up to see a red head. She was beautiful to say the least.

Her freckles were popping due to the sun shining down on you two, her hair was in a half up half down hair do and she had on UConn attire. You looked back at your car and sighed. “You know what to do?”

She chuckled, coming up beside you to take a look inside. “What’s the problem?” You told her what was going on and she nodded. She did.. something, you didn’t know. But she asked for your keys and hopped in the driver seat. The car started, making you sigh in relief. She came out the car with a smile, looking at you. You looked at her with the smile on your face, “You’re a life saver.”

The girl just laughed, shaking her head. “The time I spent with my dad came in handy. Im Charlotte.” She held her hand out. You shook your head and pulled her in for a hug, “you literally just saved my life. you deserve a hug.” You told her your name as you two pulled away. The girl blushed out of embarrassment, playing with her fingers. “Don’t mention it.”

“Do you need a ride or something? How can I repay you?” Your phone dinged, making you look down at it.

a - ‘where are you? geno’s gonna be here any minute’

p - ‘exactly, hurry yo ass up’

you rolled your eyes at Paige’s choice of words, turning your phone off. “Sorry, that was my girlfriends.” Charlotte eyebrows furrowed. “Plural?” You nodded your head, a shy smile on your face. “Paige and Azzi?” Charlotte then ahh’d in realization, her mood changing slightly. “But do you?”

The red head shook her head, “No, it’s okay.” You nodded your head, realizing you don’t have much time before geno got to the gym. “Well, I have to go. But it was nice meeting you, charlotte. I’ll see you around?” The girl nodded, a forced smile on her face. You pulled off, oblivious to the fact that the girl was very much envious and was planning on doing something she wouldn’t regret.

-

“Finally. You’re lucky geno still hasn’t pulled up.” Ice spoke as you walked towards everyone. You rose your eye brows, “Some coach, huh? He’s late to practice.” You sat down on the bench and fixed your shoes. You looked to your left to see Paige and Azzi running towards you at full speed. Your eyes went wide, slightly scared at what was going on. “baby!!!” They both came up and kissed your cheek, your heart slowing down.

“The hell? Why’d yall run at me like that?” Azzi giggled, “We missed you, silly.” Paige nodded, “yea girl. What happened?” You shook your head, the memory from earlier coming back. “My car wouldn’t start b-“ A loud whistle interrupted you. Everyone froze, already knowing what that meant. “On the line! Let’s go!” damn it, CD.

“oh fuck.” you muttered, quickly jogging towards the line. “Geno won’t be here for another 20 minutes. Suicides, go!”

-

You finally finished practice, your body hurting like crazy because of CD’s random conditioning session she made everyone do. “baby,” you turned your head towards your door, seeing the best people in the world. you automatically smiled, turning your phone off before turning your attention fully towards them.

“Hi, pretty girls.” They smiled and came up, flopping next to you on the bed. “Hey, beautiful. We’re going to ted’s, you gonna come?” Azzi asked as she played with the hem of your shirt. You haven’t been out due to so many assignments you had to catch up on, and you didn’t have anything to do so you agreed.

Azzi kissed your lips, making you smile out of surprise. “What was that for?” She shrugged, “just cause.” Paige scoffed, “Please. She wants us to fuck.” Your eyes went wide, a laugh coming out. She was so blunt with the comment, catching you off guard. “Paige?!” The blonde shrugged, “Did I lie?”

You smirked at them, “you guys wanna go right now?” Paige nodded, “Fuck yea.” Azzi just kissed you again, this time it being deeper and more aggressive. Paige started kissing on your neck, making sure to leave a faint bruise on your neck.

you hummed in encouragement, letting paige know to keep going. Azzi began rubbing on your thighs, making you squirm out of excitement. She chuckled, “damn, my love. We didn’t even touch you yet.”

you whined, bringing azzi’s hand to your chest, making her grip your boobs. Paige began touching your ass, giving it squeezes here and there. Paige then decided to spread your legs, one leg over her, the other over Azzi’s. Paige started to run her finger tips over your clothed pussy, making you sigh.

“Stop teasing, p.” You began sucking on Azzi’s neck, making her close her eyes. The blonde began moving down, now between your legs. “Can I take your shorts off, baby?” You nodded eagerly, lifting your hips to facilitate for her to take the shorts off. “fuck.. you’re so wet, mama.” Paige muttered as she looked at your now naked bottom half. Azzi was still feeling up on you, she lifted up your shirt to suck on your breast.

you sighed, grabbing her head for support. you felt paige lick your clit, making you jerk your hips up. She quickly grabbed them, “stop fucking squirming.” you whined, she knew you loved when she talked to you like that, it made you more hot.

she began to suck, making you moan out. “Fuck, p.” paige hummed, the vibrations making you moan even louder. “yea? you like when p eat you out like this, baby?” Azzi whispered in your ear, making you grasp onto her arm, nodding your head. “Use your words.” She spoke as she grabbed your neck, giving it a squeeze.

“yes, baby. I love it.” Azzi smirked, nodding her head. She looked down at Paige to see the blonde already looking at her, a smirk on her face as well. Azzi gave her a quick wink before going back to your neck. You were too busy being a moaning mess to notice the small interaction, your hands gripping the sheets.

“More- please.” Paige sat up, her fingers quickly going inside of you. you almost screamed, having to cover your mouth. Azzi quickly ripped your hand away. “fuck that. We wanna hear you.” you moaned, looking at the two. “What if— ugh fuck, what if someone hears?” you asked, your voice going in and out. Paige shrugged. “So what? they’ll know who’s making you feel this good.”

your head went mushy at the words, the thought of someone catching you three made you even more horny, you were nasty. “i’m gonna fucking come, p.” She sped her fingers, going back down to lick at your clit. Azzi was now touching herself to your moans, her head getting thrown back. “you sound so pretty, baby.” she muttered as she sped her fingers up. you moaned louder, the feeling of paige’s mouth and fingers, azzi’s talking, and your moaning was making you act up viciously.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” your legs started shaking, back arching in the process. Azzi was right behind you, her orgasm making her moan quietly. As paige was about to take her pants off, a loud, irritating voice came boosting through the apartment.

“P BOOGERS!!” You three froze, looking at each other. Then you all moved quickly, trying to seem as normal as possible. You quickly put your shorts back on, Azzi fixing up her pants as paige just took her bun out and let her hair hang. The three of you sat on the edge of the bed, the sound of the door opening.

“Guys, I-“ She noticed how still you three were. Like you just got caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. “Come on bro!” She yelled, making the three of you glare at her. “Why are you yelli-“ Ice came by the door, her eye brows lifting. “Oh. Oh.”

“Kk, you’re honestly so annoying, dude.” you spoke as you stood. That was a mistake, your legs shook a little, making you curse to yourself. “Ah, it must’ve been good.” Kk teased as everyone noticed the action. Paige chuckled, a smirk on her face as Azzi just giggled silently.

“You guys are nasty. Come on, we’re gonna go eat before going to ted’s.” Ice spoke as she left the situation. Kk stood there, tsking as she walked back and forth. “Bye, Kk!” You shouted as you pushed her out the room. You closed the door and turned around to see the two looking at you, a teasing smile on their face.

“i hate the both of you.” You spoke as your eyes slightly widen. Paige eyebrows rose, “oh, okay because ‘i’m gonna fucking cum’ means you hate us. got it.” You covered your face, embarrassment going through your veins. “You can get out too!”

-

you all had decided to get tacos from a place not so far out. They were good to say the least, but now it was time to get ready to go to ted’s. you were ready to get loose a little, not wanting to get too hectic because everyone know how wild you could get. you decided on putting something simple on, you’ve never really fully dressed up for ted’s.

INCOMING CALL

C(K)AMERA

answer | decline

you wanted to decline her ass for interrupting you, azzi and paige but you decided against it. you loved kk too much to do so. “what’s up, kk?” you were still fixing your hair, it wasn’t trying to corporate. “girl, where the hell you at? everyone is here but you.” you could hear the music in the background, making you smile. “I’m almost done. i’m trying to fix my hair.”

you could hear Kk sigh. the girl rolled her eyes even though you couldn’t see, “you always late to something. Hurry up!” the call ended before you could respond. you just shook your head, finishing up your hair and grabbed your essentials. you left out and immediately went to your car, driving up to ted’s.

-

when you walked in, you automatically spotted your team. but when you took a double look, you noticed a peak of red hair by your teammates. you had to squint, no one on your team has red hair. you walked closer, immediately spotting Charlotte sitting next to Azzi as Paige sat next to Azzi’s right side. The table could be heard laughing.

you didn’t think much of it, immediately smiling when you were spotted. “Hey boo!” Kk loud voice came, making everyone turn towards you. You wanted to sit next to your girlfriends but Charlotte looked comfortable so you just left it. “Hey, yall. Hi Charlotte.”

The red head smiled, nodding towards you. “Hey girl.” you then remembered that the table had laughed when you came, wanting to know what was funny. “what were you guys laughing at?” you chuckled, looking at everyone. “A little inside joke,” Charlotte spoke as she waved her hand. your lips went thin. oh.

Everyone looked confused, “you guys know each other?” Paige asked. She had her arm around the back of the booth behind Azzi, her hand slightly touching Charlotte shoulder.

“Yea. She’s the reason why I got to practice today.” You spoke, a grateful smile on your face. “Oh yea! you did say something about your dad working with cars,” Azzi spoke as she looked at the girl. Charlotte nodded, a giggle escaping her. You looked at the three before turning towards everyone else.

“You want a shot?” Ice offered as she handed you a glass. you nodded, gladly taking it and throwing it back. ‘luther’ by kendrick and sza could be heard, immediately making you smile. “This my shit.”

The table laughed, already knowing. Charlotte was looking at you, a slight glare on her face. “You okay?” Paige asked as she looked at the girl. That brought your attention to the two, watching them talk. “Yea I am. Thanks, paigey.” You couldn’t help but look confused. Paige has never let anyone besides the team call her that. It took her a while to ease up to you to let you call her that so when you seen paige just nod at the girl and went back to her conversation with caroline and ashlynn, you felt a certain way.

‘weird..’

Kk, being the kind person she is, perked up at the thought of tomorrow. “We should invite Charlotte to tomorrow. She’s cool as hell.” Everyone agreed, yes’s going around the table. you didn’t have a problem but was still a bit confused since it was supposed to be a team bonding day that geno and cd arranged for you all. Charlotte looked around, her eye brows a bit furrowed.

“What are you guys talking about?” She asked, curiousness running through her veins. “It’s this thing our coaches set up and the team just bond all day.” Ice answered, a smile on her face. Charlotte smiled, “that sounds fun!” Kk noticed how you didn’t say anything and looked at you.

“What do you think?” you really didn’t want to be that type of person but what if you all got in trouble? “i mean.. i’m pretty sure geno wouldn’t allow it, hence it being a team bonding day.” you spoke, all eyes on you. Charlotte’s face dropped, a tight lipped smile on her face.

“She’s right. it is strictly for the team.” Paige scoffed, “geno wouldn’t care.” She spoke. Azzi nodded along, “plus, the girl just fixed your car earlier. don’t be like that.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “I’m not being like anything, az. I’m just stating the obvious.” Charlotte shook her head, “it’s fine guys, I understand if she doesn’t want me to come.”

Kk looked at you, “girl boo, why don’t you want her to come?” your eyes went wide, “no one said that? i’m just being cautious of how geno would react to the situation.” jana then added on. “It kinda seems like you don’t want her to come. you know geno wouldn’t care,” you looked over at her. “are you guys serious?”

they all continued to look at you. it may have been the alcohol but everyone was acting weird. “If I knew, I wouldn’t have announced it in the first place, jana. but sure yea, you should come.” You told charlotte, a forced smile on your face. Charlotte looked at Paige and Azzi, a smile on her face. “what time?”

“We’ll come pick you up around 12.” Paige spoke as she looked at the redhead. you looked at your girlfriends, they haven’t spoken to you unless it was about charlotte the whole time you were there and it was making ted’s unenjoyable. “I think i’m gonna go home.” you announced. your whole mood was killed and you were tired.

“okay. don’t be late tomorrow.” Ice spoke as she waved. you nodded your head and looked at the two seniors. you leaned in and gave each a kiss before leaving the bar. at least they kissed you?

-

You honestly weren’t looking forward to today. After how everyone acted yesterday when Charlotte was around, it worried you a bit about today. You wanted to wear something comfortable, you were told last night in the group chat they you all were just gonna go skating and out to eat afterwards. it sounded fun, you had picked out another outfit for dinner. a simple black dress and some heels.

your phone was getting blown up by the group chat, you hadn’t checked since last night. you picked your phone up to see that a new contact had been added. “you’re kidding.”

why did they add her to the team chat? you let it be known that you were awake and everyone just liked the message.

maybe : charlotte

guys what do i wear im panicking

kk

omg girl just wear something simple

az

yea me and paige are wearing joggers and a hoodie.

paigey liked this message

maybe : charlotte

i guess ill wear that too

az and paigey liked this message

ice

pumpkin what are you wearing

you perked up at your name being mentioned in the chat and started typing.

pumpkin

probably some leggings or something idk

maybe : charlotte

ugh i hate leggings i can’t

they make me feel naked

everyone laughed at this message

pumpkin

oh

lol

kk

pumpkin just be ready dude

you needa stop being late

pumpkin

alr

they pissed you off, and you felt that charlotte’s comment was a bit unnecessary. you just decided to brush it off and get dressed. it was 12:30, meaning that most places that offers breakfast was over, so you just decided on going to dunkin for a refresher. the team always took the team van for bonding days so everyone was expected to meet with geno.

-

“And who is this stranger?” geno voice could be heard as you walked up. You look to see Charlotte with a nervous smile on her face, standing next to paige, azzi and kk. “This, coach, is charlotte.” Kk introduced as she wrapped an arm around her. Geno nodded his head before deciding to play with the sophomore.

“stop touching her, you’ll scare her away.” Everyone laughed, you gave out a little chuckle. you noticed the way how close Charlotte stood next to your girlfriends and it was starting to make you question things. “Where’s pumpkin?” you raised your hand, a small grin on your face.

“Oh.. you’re so short. Look at you, not being late.” Geno joked as he looked at you. you rolled your eyes playfully before shaking your head. “yea, finally.” Kk commented, making charlotte giggle. you ignored them though, your eye’s strictly on your coach. He looked around, making sure the whole team was present. “Good job, everyone. Here’s the key. Aubrey, you’re driving.” Paige, Azzi and you scoffed. the three of you were the best drivers, so for him to give the keys to aubrey was concerning.

“Ah ha!” Aubrey teased as she grabbed the keys from geno’s hand. “Welp, I call shot gun!” Morgan announced as she quickly ran towards the passenger seat. “Bro.” Sarah muttered. Considering that none of you were driving, you thought you, azzi, and paige will sit in the very back of the van but they had other plans.

“come on, char. you can sit between the best two people on the planet.” Paige spoke as she put her arm around Azzi and Charlotte. your heart dropped, what is their problem? you looked after them confused. “Uh.. hello?” The three turned towards you. “Do I not exist anymore or what?” You asked as you took a sip of your refresher.

Paige smacked her lips, “Dude, she’s new to this.” you continued to look. “we’re all going to the same place, pumpkin.” Charlotte spoke as she looked at you. you cringed when she said your nickname, you didn’t even know the girl. ‘we are not that close, sweetie’

“Just get in the car, Pumpkin.” Kk spoke as she walked past the girl. You scoffed, what was going on with everyone?

Geno noticed but decided not to comment on it, it wasn’t his business to do so. “You girls have fun!” Aubrey honked the horn twice, telling geno thank you. Everyone fitted in the car, but since it was an extra body, you were placed in the very far back of the van, close to the trunk. you weren’t uncomfortable but you wasn’t used to sitting this far away from Paige and Azzi.

you glared at the three as they all laughed at something Kk said. “You okay back there?” Aubrey voice could be heard. You nodded, giving her a thumbs up. She smiled, “Alright. let’s go.” you put your airpods in, turning your volume on full blast as you stared at the window. you were already getting tired of Charlotte’s shit. Everyone’s shit, to be completely honest.

-

you fell asleep so you didn’t notice that you all arrived at the rink until Allie patted your thigh. You jumped up, took a pod out and looked at her. “come on, we here.” you looked around and noticed everyone getting out the car. if it weren’t for allie, would anyone have woken you up? you just smiled at the girl before climbing out, letting aubrey know she can lock the car.

“I cannot skate.” Charlotte spoke as she stood by paige and azzi. they just laughed. you could though. you could skate really well and that’s why you always wanted to go. the group walked in, some people automatically noticing who you all were just by a quick glance.

you heard a few girls squealing, making you internally smile. everyone bought their tickets and went to get skates. you were close by Allie. Paige, Azzi and Charlotte all in front of you. “Hey.. what’s going on with yall?” Allie asked.

your heart dropped, so you weren’t the only one who noticed the weird stuff happening. “I wish I knew. they’ve been acting like this since last night at ted’s.” Allie wasn’t there so she didn’t really know what happened. “Didn’t everyone just meet her though?”

Your eyes went wide, agreement all over. “That’s what i’m saying! they made me sit by the trunk. Never happened before, by the way.” the group then reached a bench, and began to set their things down.

you tried to look for a spot to put your things, noticing a empty spot next to azzi’s bag. you smiled, quickly walking over and started to put your tote bag down but before it could even touch the bench, a different bag came into view.

charlotte looked at you before sitting down. “excuse me.” she spoke sweetly and began to take her shoes off. you looked at the girl, “I was about to set my things right here.” you told her as she began to put her skates on. she looked at you before looking around.

her focus was back to you as she leaned a little closer, “well. that’s too bad, pumpkin. i got here quicker, suck it up.” your eyes went wide, she just winked and tied up her laces. “Now. I’m gonna go see if Paige and Azzi need help. See ya!”

your mouth was agape, you were caught off guard by this two faced bitch. You watched as she sat next to Paige, her arm wrapping around her. Paige leaned in, a smile on her face making your blood boil hot.

you just grabbed a locker and put your bag inside, leaving your shoes by everyone else’s. it took a while for everyone to put their skates on but they eventually got onto the rink. your energy was beginning to drain just because you haven’t really talked to your girlfriends at all. you were slightly ahead of everyone else, in your own world.

you then felt two presents by you. it was paige and azzi. “baby,” azzi spoke as she looked at you. the three of you were side by side, skating at the same pace. you wanted to roll your eyes but fought it. “are you good? you seem off.” Paige asked as she looked at you.

you wanted to laugh, now she noticed? you just looked ahead. “i’m perfect. how bout yall gon check on your new friend charlotte.” you sassed. azzi and paige looked at each other before looking back at you. “Why you being like that?” azzi asked.

you rolled your eyes, “because yall haven’t spoke to me for real until now. and then we didn’t even sit next to each other, yall wanted charlotte next to you.” you explained. “We just wanted her to feel welcomed, pumpkin.” Azzi answered.

you shrugged your shoulders, “okay? yall don’t have to be the ones who do that, though. There’s hella girls on the team who can. I j-“ Suddenly, a voice could be heard. “Hi guys!” Charlotte came next to Paige. Azzi and Paige smiled, immediately looking at the girl.

you just scoffed, “exactly what i’m talking about.” you muttered and skated away further from the three. “Pumpkin!” you waged them off, putting your airpods back in your ears. you drifted off into your own space, skating was something you loved doing besides basketball.

it always calmed you, and it was very fun to do. it took you a while to actually get it down packed, but you even learned them little skating routines that those skaters do every chance they had.

it was a talent to be honest, they be crouching and spinning but it was entertaining. you started to lift your leg up, the song playing in your ears making you wanting to try something. as you were about to do another trick, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

it was a girl, she was tall and brown skinned. her hair was out and curly, she even had glasses. she gave off soft masc vibes and it made you smile. “hey, boo.” she spoke as she skated next to you. you smiled, “Hey, girl.”

“you here with anybody?” the girl asked, you nodded. “yea, my basketball team.” you pointed to where the group was just to see them all looking at you. the girl looked over and nodded, before taking a double glance.

“wait, are you guys-“ you nodded, a giggle escaping. her eyes went wide, “holy shit! i love you all so much.” she spoke, her smile big and bright. you awned, appreciative of her support. “you’re actually so talented and it was so smart of you to transfer to uconn. they needed you real bad.” you laughed, before guiding her over to the team. “you want a picture?” She nodded, trying not to giggle too much.

“girls, this is…” she oh’ed. “I’m Skylar.” you smiled, “this is skylar. she’s a fan, she wanted a picture.” The girls smiled, standing up. “Hi, Skylar. you’re very beautiful.” Jana commented as she went over to the girl. Skylar was star struck, she couldn’t believe that she was standing in the same area as the UConn’s Women’s basketball team.

“Thank you!” You then remembered, “Hey, charlotte? could you take the picture? thank you.” You shoved Skylar’s phone into her chest, purposely. Charlotte forced a smile, before nodding. “Sure!” Everyone posed for the picture and Charlotte took it. “Thank you so much. It was nice talking to you.” Skylar told you.

you smiled, “no problem sweetheart. thank you for watching us play.” She nodded and skated away, a huge smile on her face. “What was all that about?” Jana asked as she looked at you. you shrugged, “nothing. she wanted a picture.” You walked away to go take a seat on a bench, just wanting to chill out.

it was 4:30 when everyone decided they wanted to go home so they could all get ready for dinner later on tonight. “What are you gonna wear?” Allie asked as you both walked back to the car. “a black dress, something simple. what about you?” She nodded, “Me too.” You smiled, “twins.” she just laughed and shook her head, waiting for aubrey to unlock the car.

You notice Azzi, Paige and Charlotte still side by side, laughing at something. You weren’t even mad at the fact they were talking to the girl, she is new to everyone, it’s just the fact that they have prioritized her over you this whole day. From afar, you’d think they were the three who dates which was a problem. That meant they were being too friendly and you were now starting to get uncomfortable.

“You seem annoyed by them. You okay?” Allie asked. You shook your head, “I just find it weird how close they’ve been all day.” Allie nodded, looking back at them. The three of them came by the car, standing next to Allie and you. “Did you have fun, Allie?” Charlotte asked, her voice making you wanna cut your ears off.

“Yea, I did! Did you?” Charlotte nodded, “I did too!” you lowly chuckled, “yea i bet.” you muttered. Allie elbowed you to stop. Charlotte, Azzi, and Paige all looking at you. Charlottes smile faltered before looking back at Allie. “This made me like skating! I’m definitely gonna come back.” You then start to think, where the hell is aubrey?

You looked over at your girlfriends to see them already looking at you. you looked back and forth between brown and blue before rolling your own eyes and getting on your phone. Charlotte could be heard still talking but you just blocked her voice out, not wanting to hear it. You saw morgan coming and wanted to know if you could sit in the passenger seat.

“Morgan! Lemme talk to you real quick.” Your voice interrupted Charlotte’s talking and you walked closer to morgan. Morgan smiled, her teeth showing. “Whats up, pumpkin?” You put your arm around her shoulder before yall walked away from the car.

“Hey love. I was just wondering if I could sit shot gun this time?” Morgan immediately nodded her head, “Yea of course. Aubrey was kinda annoying me on the way here so she’s all yours.” You smiled, making your way back to the car with the younger girl under your arm. “Thank you, pretty.” Morgan smiled before going by the back door of the car. Aubrey finally arrived and the car could be heard unlocking.

“Fina- fucking - lly, Aubrey.” You cursed as you hopped in the front. Paige and Azzi looked at each other, they wanted you to sit with them since you didn’t get to but you had other plans. “My bad. Kk lost her phone, we had to find it.” The rest of the girls could be seen leaving the rink, all of them with bothered looks on their face.

you laughed and automatically plugged your phone on aux. “Don’t disappoint.” Aubrey commented as she closed the driver door. you shook your head, “you must not know.”

Everyone got in the car, the difference was that Kk chose to sit where you previously sat, she wanted to anyways. Why? Don’t know.

i decided to split this into two parts because it wouldve been way too long so yea

charlottes a bitch fr 😒

hope u enjoyed

[issues4him]

rafe finding out that reader still has been contacting her dad,even though he knows everything her dad put her and her mom through. he’s not mad at her, he’s mad that she feels obligated to still care for him

sahm!reader keeps texting her abusive dad, blue collar!rafe isn't exactly happy about it

cw: lots of mentions of physical abusive, cussing, sensitive topics, pls read at ur own discretion <3

you didn’t mean for rafe to see the message. your phone was face-up on the counter, buzzing while you were rinsing off a baby spoon in the sink. you hadn’t even heard it—hunter had been fussy, wren was coloring on the floor, and emmett had been asking the same set of questions for ten minutes straight. you were tired, still in an oversized tee and your hair barely brushed, trying to make it through the end of the day.

and then you heard the door open. his boots on the floor. the familiar jingle of his keys as they landed in the dish by the door. then silence. you turned, smiling at first—ready to tell him that dinner was staying warm in the oven—but the look on his face stopped you cold.

he was holding your phone. his eyes didn’t leave the screen, “you’ve been talkin’ to him?” he asked, quiet and controlled. too controlled.

your heart dropped. your chest tightened, “rafe, i—”

he didn’t raise his voice nor throw the phone. he just slowly placed it back on the counter, ran a hand down his face, and turned toward you like he was trying to calm a storm inside his own body.

“i’m not mad at you, baby” he said, the words rough around the edges. “but i am mad that you still feel like you owe him anything. after everything he put you through—how the hell can he still get to you like this?”

your bottom lip wobbled before you could stop it. your eyes burned instantly, throat tight as your voice cracked out a shaky, “i don’t know…he’s my dad.”

rafe took a breath like it physically pained him. like he was holding something heavy in his chest, “no,” he said, taking a step closer, his voice lower now, “he’s not your dad, honey. he’s the man who put bruised your face up because you dropped a glass.” you flinched—just slightly. not because of rafe—never because of rafe. but because that memory still lived behind your ribs like an echo, “the man who locked you and your mom outside the fuckin’ house in the middle of winter? who grabbed you so hard by your wrist, you had fingerprint bruises you tried to cover with sleeves in july? baby, he threatened to throw you down the fuckin’ stairs when you told him you were pregnant with emmett.”

your shoulders began to shake, tears silently spilling down your cheeks now, “well, i remember all of it,” he continued, stepping closer, voice low and shaking. “i remember you in my truck on one of our first dates, shaking so damn bad you couldn’t even talk for ten minutes. i remember you hiding in my room when he came by my fuckin’ house bangin’ on my door lookin’ for you.”

your eyes shut, breath ragged, heart breaking all over again—not just from the memories, but from the fact that rafe remembered them all so clearly. that he’d carried them right along with you. he reached for you then. one hand cupping the side of your face, his thumb catching a tear before it could fall, “sweetheart,” he whispered, “you don’t owe him anything. not after the way he made you feel unsafe in your own home. not after what he did to you and your mom. not after that night you almost weren’t able to hold me back from goin’ to your house and fuckin’ killin’ him because he busted your goddamn lip open again. that. is not. a father.”

you leaned into his hand, your shoulders crumbling, your hands reaching for the front of his work shirt like he was the only thing tethering you to the ground, “i know,” you whispered. “i know he doesn’t deserve it. but i don’t know how to turn it off. i feel like if i ignore him… i’m just becoming him. i feel like i have to be better a-and the only way to do that is...”

his forehead pressed to yours, breath warm against your skin, and he whispered, “you are better. you’re not him. nothin’ fuckin’ like him. you never were. you’ve broken every single cycle he passed down. you’re a better mama in your sleep than he was wide awake. and he doesn’t get to make you feel guilty for having a heart.” you cried then. full, shaking sobs into his chest. and he held you. he always held you, “you don’t need to carry him with you anymore,” he murmured. “you got me now. you got our babies. that man is in the rearview, baby. please. just let him stay there.”

with rafe’s arms around you and your cheek pressed to his heart, you finally let a piece of it go.

[obsessiveandutterlydelusional]

Quiet as worship.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary:

You and Wanda have spent the last year walking the tightrope between secrecy and devotion—navigating judgment, age gaps, and quiet mornings that feel more sacred than any spotlight. To the world, you're just two successful women in different stages of life. But behind closed doors, you're something far more intimate. When you return home during one of Wanda's livestreamed interviews, the quiet ache to be close becomes impossible to resist. And under the desk—where no one can see—you remind her exactly who she belongs to, even when the camera’s still rolling.

A story of stolen moments, soft worship, and the kind of love that doesn’t need an audience to feel real.

Tags: NFSW, oral sex (w!receiving), fingering (w!receiving), age gap relationship (legal, duh), secretish relationship, praise & worship kink (implied), power dynamics, dom!wanda, sub!reader, established relationship, fem!reader, public sex?(concealed), A/U!Celebrities, MDI.

Word Count: around 1k (it's a short one)

A/N: honestly, i've never really written anything before, (unless you count making "fanfics" on youtube when i was like 13.) i've been obsessd with elizabeth olsen lately, and really just wanted to write something short for wanda. i don't expect this to really blow up or anything but thought i'd share and may write more fics if this gets any attention. feel free to comment your thoughts or critiques, i also barely know how to navigate anything on tumblr when it comes to posting so if you have any tips for that, greatly appreciated. enjoy! :)

You and Wanda had been navigating the blurred line between secrecy and intimacy for nearly a year. It wasn’t a tabloid-worthy secret—not exactly—not to those who mattered. Your families knew. So did your closest friends. But the rest of the world? The fans, the press, the ever-watchful industry eyes? They didn’t know. Not yet.

You both guarded it tightly, like something too rare and beautiful to survive under public scrutiny.

And truthfully, it wasn’t the kind of love story you could explain easily.

You were 21—young, ambitious, a rising force in music with a voice that turned heads. Acting had become your latest frontier, a new stage to conquer. Wanda was 30—powerful, poised, and captivating in ways that made people go silent mid-sentence. She’d lived through storms, carried shadows she rarely spoke of, and moved through the world with a calm intensity that demanded respect.

And that nine-year gap between you? It made people talk. Judge. Assume.

Her friends whispered their theories—maybe she was chasing youth, maybe it was a passing indulgence. Your family masked concern with logic, lacing their doubt with patronizing smiles. Too young. Too complicated. As if love bowed to reason.

But none of it mattered. Not anymore.

Because it worked.

The late nights. The quiet mornings. The language spoken in glances and silences. It bloomed into something undeniable. And after nearly a year of proving the world wrong, even the skeptics had started to soften. They saw it now—the connection, the depth, the truth.

A month ago, you moved in—into her secluded home nestled in the hills above L.A., wrapped in silence and red-hued sunsets that lasted just a little longer when she was beside you. It felt seamless. Like gravity.

Today had been ordinary, in the kind of way that only shared lives could make beautiful. You’d spent the morning in the studio, lost in harmonies and half-written lyrics. Wanda had stayed home, preparing for a livestreamed interview for a film she’d done more as a favor than anything else.

Before the call began, she left you a voice note—low, calm, clipped in that no-nonsense way she got when she was focused.

“I’ll be live when you get back. Mic and camera on. Be good for me, okay?”

There was a softness beneath the command, and you’d smiled at the sound of it.

You got home quietly, careful with your keys and the sound of the door, trying not to disturb her. But curiosity had a gravity all its own. You told yourself you just wanted to see her.

Drifting down the hall, you paused at the half-open door of her office. Warm light poured out, casting long golden shadows. And there she was.

Wanda sat like she owned the space—back straight, voice smooth, answering questions with calm poise and piercing intelligence. Her hair, back to its deep auburn, framed her face in soft waves, new bangs brushing her brows and easing the sharpness of her features. She wore a loose black pantsuit—elegant and commanding, clinging to her in ways that made your pulse stutter. She didn’t have to try. She just was.

And you stood there, breath caught in your throat.

She hadn’t noticed you. Her eyes were on the screen. But yours? They were only on her. The curve of her mouth, the angle of her jaw, the way her fingers moved lightly across the desk—it all drew you in. Unintended seduction. Unintended, and yet devastating.

Your body responded before your mind could argue. Quietly, you stepped inside. No grand plan—just a hunger to be close. You dropped to your knees, heart hammering, and crawled beneath the desk. Her mic was angled high, her camera facing away from the lower half. She wouldn’t be visible from this angle. Neither would you.

It wasn’t about teasing. It wasn’t about interruption. You just needed to be near her.

Face to face with her knees, you reached out, fingers ghosting over her ankles and slipping under the fabric of her pants to stroke the warm skin of her calves.

Wanda didn’t flinch. Didn’t skip a beat. But a subtle smile ghosted her lips—so faint it might’ve gone unnoticed.

‘I knew you’d find your way under my desk.’

Her thighs shifted, parting slightly, creating space for you. Space you moved into with reverent ease. You rested your head on her inner thigh, looking up through your lashes, just watching her speak—captivated. Worshipful.

Your hands trailed up, fingers pressing softly into the fabric of her slacks, drawing lazy circles on her skin beneath.

And Wanda responded in the quietest of ways.

A shift in her chair. A hand sliding down, curling beneath the desk to cradle your jaw. Another tangling into your hair, fingertips gripping gently. Guiding. Not forcing. Just showing you what she wanted.

Your cheeks burned under her touch, the intimacy of it pulling a shiver through you. You hadn’t expected this—thought maybe she’d hush you away with a glance. But Wanda rarely did what people expected.

Hands shaking just slightly, you moved to the waistband of her pants, undoing the button with deliberate slowness. Her hips lifted, offering permission, as she kept speaking to the screen with barely a hitch.

“So you could say the character’s inner struggle is something many of us can relate to…”

Her voice stayed calm, even as you slid the zipper down.

You pulled her pants and underwear just low enough, breath catching at the sight of her—already wet, already wanting. She was flushed, beautiful, and utterly composed.

Leaning in, you pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs, rewarded with the quietest sigh. A gentle tug at your hair—impatient.

You obeyed.

Your mouth found her center, tongue teasing a long stripe through her slit, savoring the taste of her. She shifted, hips rolling forward, breath catching as you sucked lightly on her clit.

“Mm… the theme of self-discovery was important to explore…”

A subtle breathiness laced her tone, barely there but so present to you.

The wet sounds of your mouth were louder now, shame and desire twisted together in your chest as you tried to stay quiet. Your fingers joined the rhythm, slipping into her slowly, curling up to find that one perfect spot.

She gripped the chair arm harder.

“It’s about… facing your fears. Finding courage to be who you truly are…”

You looked up at her—sweat at her brow, jaw clenched, chest rising with uneven breaths. She glanced down, and her green eyes met yours—dark, desperate, hungry.

She was close. So close.

“This film really shows the power of… of collaboration…”

Her thighs trembled around your head, clamping tighter. Her hands clenched, one still buried in your hair. She was trying so hard to hold it together.

“And—ah—it’s been an honor to work with such an incredibly talented ensemble…”

Her voice broke for a fraction of a second.

You knew that sound. That edge. She was there.

“Thank you for having me,” she said quickly, managing a final smile for the camera. “It’s been a pleasure.”

She ended the stream in one swift motion—shutting the laptop before anyone could respond.

In a blur, she pushed her chair back, pulling you from under the desk and onto her lap with startling strength.

Her lips grazed your ear. Her voice was low, dark, commanding.

“Naughty girl. You just couldn’t wait, could you?”

A shiver licked up your spine.

“You know this isn’t going unpunished.”

And you knew. God, you knew. But you didn’t care. As long as it was Wanda... You’d take anything she gave.

[cheezb6llz]

Yan! Shadow and Sonic jealous of readers friendship with another guy

YANDERE SONIC AND SHADOW JEALOUS OF READERS GUY FRIEND

seperately!

tysm for requesting guys ehehehehehheeeee

SONIC

Sonic isn’t the type to let things get to him. At least, thats what everyone thinks. He’s carefree, fun, the good guy! But when he sees you getting too close to someone else, when your focus isn’t on him, his stomach twists with something dark.

He plays along at first, flashing his signature grin as his eyes track your every move.

“Oh yeah? He’s a cool dude, huh?” he asks.

There was something off about his voice, something too tight in his posture..

After that was when the subtle sabotage against your little friend began.

Sonic always interrupted the two of you. The moment Sonic sees you two together, suddenly he’s there, an arm slung around your shoulder cracking jokes to force you to focus on him, to acknowledge his presence.

Sonic will isolate you through guilt.

“Y’know, Y/N.. We used to spend so much time together. Guess I’m just not as fun anymore, huh?”

He says while leaning on a tree, ears drooping. His voice was just sad enough to make you feel bad.

He’ll even approach your friend himself, always challenging him to things to try and prove himself better than him. Such as challenging him to a race. If he doesn’t accept, he’ll just flash a cocky smile and remind your friend just how much cooler he is. however if he does accept, Sonic won’t run at his full speed, (unless your friend can run near the speed of sound..!) He’ll run just fast enough to make him collapse in exhaustion. He’ll grin as he stands over his breathless, defeated form.

“Heh, guess you’re just not cut out for keeping up, huh?”

But what if all that doesn’t bring his desired results of keeping him away from you?

No matter where your friend went, he felt watched. Flashing blue in the distance, the feeling of something moving too fast just outside of his vision.

One night, he finds Sonic waiting for him.

Close, still, his usual cocky grin wiped from his face.

“Listen, buddy.” Sonic murmured, his voice as sharp as a blade.

“You’re messing with something that doesn’t belong to you. I don’t like that.”

Then a quick gust of wind whipped past your friend’s ear, a flash of blue too quick to focus on. Suddenly, whatever form of communication the guy had disappeared from his person. Phone? Smartwatch? Gone.

Sonic reappears in front of him, twirling the device in his fingers. Sonic’s smile returned to his face.

“Oops.. It’d be a shame if something happened to you, huh?”

—

The next day, your friend was gone. He won’t return your calls, won’t answer the door.. After a while of not seeing him, Sonic questions it.

“Hey, Y/N, what ever happened to your little friend?”

“I’m not sure.. I haven’t seen him in a while.” you said, avoiding eye contact.

He tilted his head, moving his gloved hand from his side to under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Heh, told you I was the only one who’d stick around.”

and then he’d probably invite you out for pizza lolololol

—

SHADOW

Shadow didn’t like to share. He kept his things to himself. and he CERTAINLY wasn’t fond of the idea of sharing you.

The first time he sees you, laughing and smiling with this other guy, something inside him snaps.

What do you think you’re doing? You’re his, after all.

At first, he watches, lurking. His crimson eyes tracking your every interaction, every small gesture of kindness, every flash of a smile towards him.. His body tense, hardly restraining himself from ending it between you two right then and there.

Then, the warnings.

Your friend starts to notice some subtle, terrifying things. His belongings, keys, wallet, phone, would disappear without a trace, only to be returned later.. Ripped to pieces.

On walks, his footsteps echo. Not because of empty surroundings, but because Shadow follows behind, calculating the perfect time to strike.

When you two have conversations, he’ll stand closely behind you, sending a piercing stare into your friend’s eyes, hinting at him to back off.

And when he doesn’t listen, when he keeps on coming back to you, Shadow begins to escalate things.

One night, your friend is walking home after a late night out. The streets are empty. The air is still. Then something moves in the corner of his eye, a rush of wind, a flicker of red in the dark.

And suddenly, there stands Shadow, menacingly in front of him.

“You don’t listen very well.”

He steps forward as the guy instinctively steps back.

“That’s a problem.”

Your friend tries to run, but he doesn’t get far. Shadow’s gloved hand wrapped around his mouth, quickly teleporting them both into an abandoned, desolate place. A place where nobody could hear him scream.

Before he could even react, Shadow sent a hard blow to his ribs, enough to make him understand. He gasped trying to get up, but Shadow’s air shoe pressed down on his chest, keeping him in place.

“I don’t like repeating myself.”

—

About a week later, you started to get worried. You hadn’t heard from your friend at all, all calls going to voicemail and all texts being left on delivered.

And Shadow?

He’s right there by your side.

“He won’t answer you at all? Tch.. Looks like he isn’t that great of a friend after all.”

His eyes were soft as he watched your expression of confusion turn into one of sadness, loneliness.

Perfect.

Because now, there’s no one else left but him.

—-

yall are suckers for yandere shadow but its okay CAUSE I AM TOO SLURP SLURP SLURP

[strawberry-bubblef]

Octavinelle x Zaunite reader

Request by anonymous: Maybe how about a headcanons with Yuu who is born and raised in Zaun? Most importantly how would cast reacts to Zaun's environment once Yuu trusts them enough to tell about it? (Or maybe cast would see for themselves somehow?)

Synopsis: You have always kept your past a secret, but as their relationships deepen, the truth about Zaun slowly unravels. A city of smog, struggle, and survival far from the world of NRC. How will their lover react to the harsh reality Yuu once called home? And more importantly, can they bring comfort to the one who endured it all?

Warnings: ⚠Mentions of poverty, crime, substance abuse (shimmer), survival struggles, and environmental pollution. The setting of Zaun includes themes of danger, societal disparity, and rough living conditions. Reader's past involves hardships, but the story focuses on comfort, understanding, and romance.⚠

Gender neutral reader

Heartslabyul,Savanaclaw,Octavinelle,Scarabia Pomifiore, Ignhyde,Diasominia

Since you didn't specify her past,I'm just gonna assume that she's an orphan like 99% of the Zaunite cast.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul prided himself on knowing everything about those he associated with.

Information was power, after all, and power was the key to staying on top.

So when he first met you, he made it his goal to learn as much as possible. Not in an obvious way,Azul was far too refined for that. Instead, he observed. He listened. He paid attention to the little details.

And the more he learned, the more he realized how little you actually said about where you came from.

You spoke about Zaun like it was a footnote in your life. A simple fact, nothing more. But Azul knew better than to take words at face value. He saw the tension in your shoulders when the topic came up, the way your expression shifted when someone mentioned Piltover.

Zaun wasn’t just a place you had left behind. It was a wound that had never quite healed.

So he did what he always did,he researched.

And what he found left him… unsettled.

The pollution, the crime, the desperation,Zaun was a city that thrived on chaos. It was a place where power ruled, where people did whatever they had to in order to survive.

It reminded him too much of the depths of the ocean.

He didn’t bring it up right away. Azul knew better than to press too soon. But eventually, when you trusted him enough, the truth came out.

And Azul, for once, didn’t have anything clever to say.

You had grown up in a world where weakness meant death. Where trust was a risk. Where the only way to get ahead was to be smarter, faster, better than the people around you.

It was a story Azul knew all too well.

But unlike him, you hadn’t had the luxury of escaping to a place like Night Raven College. You had lived that reality far longer than he had.

And the fact that you were still standing, still fighting, still you,it was almost unbelievable.

“…You truly are remarkable,” he murmured, his voice quieter than usual.

You scoffed. “I wouldn’t call it remarkable. I just didn’t have a choice.”

Azul looked at you for a long moment before reaching out, gently taking your hand in his. His grip was firm, steady,an anchor in the storm.

“You did have a choice,” he said softly. “And you chose to survive.”

That was the end of the conversation. But not the end of Azul’s thoughts.

Because the more he thought about it, the more something bothered him.

He had spent so much of his life seeking power, ensuring that he would never be at anyone’s mercy again. He had built an empire for himself, controlling contracts, debts, people. He had turned his weakness into a strength.

And yet, compared to Zaun… the Monstro Lounge was nothing more than a game.

Zaun didn’t play by the same rules.

And for the first time in a long time, Azul wondered if he would have survived in your world at all.

Then, somehow, he ended up in Zaun.

And it was worse than he imagined.

The air was thick, polluted,his lungs burned with every breath. The streets were filled with people who moved like shadows, their eyes calculating, their expressions unreadable. He saw children watching from the alleyways, their gazes sharp with a wariness that no child should have.

And the stench.

Azul had grown up in the ocean, surrounded by the ever-present scent of salt and sea. But here, there was no freshness. No openness. Just chemicals and smoke and the overwhelming weight of a city drowning in its own misery.

He adjusted his gloves, clearing his throat. “Well,” he said, forcing a smirk. “I see now why you never spoke much about home.”

You gave him a knowing look. “Not quite what you expected, huh?”

Azul chuckled, but there was no real amusement in it. “Not in the slightest.”

He was used to playing the part of the predator. The one who always had the upper hand.

But here?

Here, he was an outsider. And he hated it.

Azul didn’t like feeling powerless.

And yet, as he watched you navigate the streets with ease, blending in as if you had never left, he realized something.

You weren’t just strong. You were terrifying.

Not in an obvious way. not in the way Leona or Floyd were,but in the way only someone who had truly survived could be.

Because while Azul had spent his life learning how to manipulate and scheme, you had spent yours learning how to live.

And that? That was something he could never fake.

Later, when the two of you finally left, Azul didn’t speak for a long time.

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “You good?”

Azul exhaled slowly, adjusting his glasses. Then, with a smirk, he turned to you.

“I believe,” he said smoothly, “that I have a newfound appreciation for you.”

You laughed. “Took you long enough.”

Azul hummed, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with yours. “Indeed.”

Then, in a voice so soft you almost missed it.

“I don’t ever want you to go back there.”

Not because he thought you were weak.

But because, for once, Azul hated the thought of a world he couldn’t control.

And Zaun was the last place he ever wanted to lose you to.

Jade Leech

Jade had always been fascinated by the unknown.

Whether it was the depths of the ocean or the hidden sides of people, he enjoyed unraveling mysteries piece by piece.

And you?

You were a mystery he had yet to solve.

It wasn’t obvious to most, but Jade was an observant man. He noticed the way you carried yourself,not with arrogance, but with a quiet sort of wariness, as if you were always ready to react at a moment’s notice. The way your eyes darted toward exits in unfamiliar places. The way your body tensed at certain noises, even if your expression never changed.

It was… intriguing.

Of course, he could have simply asked you about it. But where was the fun in that?

So he waited. He watched. He learned.

And eventually, you trusted him enough to tell him the truth.

Zaun.

A city of filth and innovation, of desperation and defiance. A place where people lived not by laws, but by instinct.

You spoke about it without embellishment, without exaggeration. Just the facts.

But that, in itself, told Jade everything he needed to know.

You had not lived in Zaun.

You had survived it.

Fascinating.

Jade, for all his charm and civility, had grown up in the Coral Sea. He understood the concept of power, of ruling through strength and cunning.

But Zaun was different.

There were no kings there, only those who had not yet fallen.

And you? You had climbed your way up from the depths of that world with nothing but your own wit and willpower.

How… admirable.

Jade smiled, his heterochromatic gaze locked onto yours. “How curious,” he murmured, tilting his head. “And here I thought I had seen everything.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t take you for the type to be surprised.”

Jade chuckled. “Neither did I.”

That was the end of the conversation. But not the end of his curiosity.

Because the moment he had the opportunity, Jade made sure to see Zaun for himself.

And what he found was… delightful.

The towering spires of metal, the neon lights flickering through the smog, the winding alleyways where danger lurked behind every corner,oh, this was a place that rewarded the cunning.

Jade walked through the streets with the same easy grace he always carried, but he could feel it.

The tension.

The eyes on him.

People in Zaun didn’t stare out of curiosity. They stared because they were calculating.

And that? That was amusing.

“How fascinating,” he murmured, glancing around. “You grew up here?"

You smirked. “Impressed?”

Jade chuckled. “Why, of course.” He turned to you, an almost predatory glint in his eye. “Tell me, my dear,how many of these people do you think would attempt to rob me if given the chance?”

You rolled your eyes. “You really don’t want to test that.”

Jade simply smiled.

Perhaps he did.

But even he knew better than to push his luck too far in unfamiliar waters.

Still, he couldn’t help but admire the way you moved here.

Back at Night Raven College, you were always prepared, always watching.

But here?

Here, you were at home.

You knew the shortcuts, the unspoken rules, the people to avoid. You fit into the chaos as if you had never left.

And for the first time in a long time, Jade felt something he rarely experienced.

Not fear. Not unease.

Excitement.

What a dangerous, beautiful thing you were.

When you finally left Zaun, Jade was quiet for a long time.

Then, as he so often did, he smiled.

“I do believe,” he said lightly, “that I’ve gained a new appreciation for you.”

You snorted. “Took you long enough.”

Jade hummed. “Mm. I suppose so.” Then, with a tilt of his head, he added, “It would be a shame if someone were to try and take you back.”

The words were casual. But the look in his eyes was not.

You blinked. “You think I’d let them?”

Jade chuckled. “Ah, no. I suppose you wouldn’t.”

Still.

It was an interesting thought.

Not because he feared for your safety.

But because, for once…

He wasn’t sure if he would be able to get you back.

And that?

That was unacceptable.

Floyd Leech

Floyd was a lot of things.

Loud. Unpredictable. Chaotic.

But he wasn’t stupid.

He noticed the way you carried yourself,like a stray cat that had been kicked too many times but still refused to be tamed. You had sharp edges, the kind that weren’t just for show. And when you talked about your past, there was a weight to it, something that made even him pause.

Zaun, huh?

Sounded fun.

But the way you described it? The way your voice went just a little too flat, your eyes a little too distant?

Floyd knew that feeling.

The ocean was dangerous, sure, but it had rules. The strong survived, the weak got eaten,simple as that. But Zaun?

Floyd wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t like seeing you like that.

Still, he didn’t say much when you told him. Just grinned, sharp teeth flashing.

“Ehhh? No wonder you’re so squirmy~”

You raised an eyebrow. “Squirmy?”

“Yeah! You always look like you’re ready to bolt,like a little eel tryin’ to slip away.”

“I think you just like calling people eels.”

Floyd laughed. “Maybe~”

But after that?

He watched.

Floyd always paid attention in his own way. Not like Jade, who analyzed everything, or Azul, who calculated his every move. No, Floyd paid attention because he felt things.

And what he felt when he looked at you?

Something wrong.

Something missing.

Something that made him want to bite.

And then, one day, he got to see it for himself.

Zaun smelled.

Not like the sea, not like the fresh air above the surface.

No, it smelled like metal and oil, like chemicals and rot.

Floyd wrinkled his nose. “Ugh. It makes my nose itch”

You laughed. “Told you.”

The city stretched out around him, all twisting alleys and flickering neon. There was something alive about it, something that pulsed beneath his feet.

It was fascinating.

Floyd walked beside you, his usual lazy stride a little too relaxed. But his eyes were sharp, flicking to every shadow, every person who got too close.

People here stared.

Not with fear, not with curiosity.

With calculation.

Floyd grinned.

Ohhh, this place is fun.

“You really lived here, huh?” he murmured, glancing at you.

You shrugged. “Yeah. It’s home.”

Floyd made a face. “Ehhh, don’t like that.”

You blinked. “What?”

“This place sucks.”

“Took you long enough to figure that out.”

Floyd clicked his tongue. “Dumb, dumb, dumb. Why’d you even stay here?”

You gave him a look. “Like I had a choice?”

Something about that answer irked him.

Floyd wasn’t used to people being stuck. If he didn’t like something, he just left. If something annoyed him, he crushed it. Simple.

But you?

You had just endured.

That made him mad.

Not at you.

At this place.

At the people who made you think you had no way out.

Floyd’s mood soured instantly. He scowled, his sharp teeth glinting in the neon light.

You blinked. “Why are you pouting?”

“I dunno.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Just don’t like it.”

You chuckled. “You gonna throw a tantrum?”

Floyd grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Maybe~”

That was the moment he decided.

Zaun could rot for all he cared.

Because you weren’t here anymore.

You were his, and Floyd didn’t like sharing.

So when you finally left that city behind again, Floyd didn’t let go of your hand.

Didn’t let you look back.

And when he pulled you into a crushing hug, his chin resting on your shoulder, he mumbled something so soft you almost missed it.

“Never go back, ‘kay?”

You blinked. “Floyd—”

“I mean it.” His arms tightened. “I don’t like it.”

You sighed. “It’s not that simple.”

Floyd pulled back, eyes dark and unreadable.

“It is if I make it.”

You shivered.

Not in fear.

In understanding.

Because this was Floyd Leech,the force of nature who took what he wanted, who crushed anything in his way.

And right now?

He wanted you safe.

You smiled, just a little.

“Alright,” you murmured. “I won’t.”

Floyd grinned, nuzzling into your shoulder.

“Good~”

Because if Zaun ever tried to take you back?

Floyd would make sure it regretted it.

English is not my first language !

[alphaleathergearhead]

Time to serve, skin boy, part II

Dean closed the cellar door to his personal playroom dungeon firmly and smiled. He had captured the skinboy Marc, whom he had watched for months now. He was attracted firmly to this hot guy for quite a time. Talking to some friends of Marc, Dean found out, that one of the hottest fantasies of this appetizing skin boy was to be kidnapped and to be hold captive, at least for a while, for a weekend.

„We will see“ thought Dean, leaving the cellar and entering the sleeping room of his weekend house, which was located far away from other settlements. „We will see, what we can do together during this weekend. I hope, he will find his situation exciting and be ready for some horny roleplay.“ Dean undressed and stowed away the clothes he wore at the bar. He then went to bed, thinking about some hot role play fot the weekend. He took his smartphone and activated the camera in his playroom. Marc was lying in his cell, curled up on the matress, covered with the blanket, apparently asleep. Dean smiled, watched for a while the deactivated the cam, turned round and went to sleep.

Next morning saw him up early. After a short breakfast he started to prepare for the action. He put on a leather shirt, a double zip saddle leather pant with a huge belt. He then put on his Sam brown belt, a leather tie and fixed both. He looked in the mirrow and smiled again.

„This will go with my highest boots“, he thought and took out his overknee boots. Great feeling with those on. To complete his outfit he chose his heavy Langlitz Columbia padded jacket, a black muir cap and black leather gloves. Again a look in the mirror and he felt aroused. „Now to you, skin sub“, he thought.

Dean went down to the cellar and unlocked the dungen door. He locked it again and stowed away the key. Marc was sitting in the cell on the matress, cuffed, gagged and, yes, it could not be overseen, aroused. Dean smiled again.

Stand up, skin fag, when your MASTER enters“ shouted Dean firmly. Marc whinced and struggled to stand up. His combat pant showed a huge and nice bulge. His red bomber jacket gleamed in the dungeon light.

„Listen fag. I know you like such a situation. I will hold you captive for the weekend. We can have fun together. I will release you Sunday evening and bring you back to the spot I kidnapped you. You can decide now, if you want that, too. If not, shake your head and I will release you immediately. If yes, nod. NOW.“

Marc swayed slightly. Dean saw him hesitating. Then he saw a nod. He smiled again.

„Good skin fag. Now these are the rules. You will not leave the cellar for this weekend till Sunday evening. You do not speak or shout except when permitted. If so, you call me SIR or MASTER. Normally the only need for you is to say SIR yes SIR. Is that understood?“

Another short nod.

„You will get food, sleep and you can use toilet and water in your cell room“, Dean pointed in a dark corner of the cell. „And“ he added, „as we don´t know each other very well, you are allowed to use a stop sign. Four „ughs“ in a row can be uttered even when you are gagged. And you will be gagged most of the time. Try it now.“

„Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.“

„Excellent. We will start our adventure now. Step to the cell door. Now!“

Marc made some steps and stood still in front of the bars. Dean unlocked the cell.

„Go out and stand on the yellow line in front of the cell. Do that always when I let you out or you have to go inside.“

Marc stepped out and stood still. Dean smiled and reached down to the bulge. He felt a rock hard dick in that combat pant.

„Go to the bench and lay down“ ordered Dean, pointing to a bench upholstered with black leather. Marc did as ordered. Dean unlocked the cuffs, forced him down on the bench and immediately started to fix straps around Marcs legs, hip, chest and arms, immobilising Marc completely. Then he went to a shelf in the corner of the cellar room and put out a leather head harness. With quick movements he fixed the harness around Marcs head, removed the tape over his mouth and forced it open.

„Take this in“, he ordered, stuffing a huge, dick-shaped gag into Marcs mouth, which was firmly fixed with another strap of the harness. „Good sucking“, grinned Dean. He then covered Marcs eyes and blocked his sight completely.

„Here we are, fag.“

Marc could not move his body and was gagged and blindfolded. He strengthened his ears to guess, what Dean was doing. The only thing, he heared, was the soft creaking of Deans leather outfit. Fuck, what a situation. He was torn between fascination, excitement and fear. Fear, because he did not knew if he could trust Dean. Excitement, because he always wanted to go through such an adventure. Fascination, because Dean was a Dom to be admired.

Nothing happened for quite a while. From time to time, Marc heard the soft creaking of Deans leather.

Then he felt a hand opening the zip fly of his combat pant and the soft touch of a leather gloved hand, putting his rock hard boner out. Then again nothing.

After another while his bomber jacket was opened and the combat shirt he wore was pushed up. His nose sensed the smell of leather. A gloved hand closed over his nose and he had some difficulties to breathe.

„Mmmmpfffhhh“.

„Don´t worry, skin fag“ whispered Dean in Marcs ear and let go. Marc inhaled air eagerly through his nostrils.

More leather creaking. Then nothing. For a long time, a very long time. Marc was getting nervous. What the fuck are Deans plans for their „adventure“?

Then suddenly he felt it. A touch, more a soft whiff on his bare glans. Coming and going. At first, Marc wondered, what this would be for. But after a while, his dick started to throb and ache and he longed for a good ejaculation. He was at the verge of…….

„Mmmppffhhh.“ Wow, that was a painful sting to his nipples. Again „mmmpfffhh“. Two leather gloved hands worked on his nipples, causing a sharp pain. His stimulation receeded immediately.

After a while, the nipple work stopped and the leather creaking signalled to Marc, that Dean moved away from him. Then, again, nothing.

Ahhh, the soft touch on his glans started again. His dick started to grow. Started to ache again. Marc got so agitated, the only thing he wanted, was to shoot his load all over the dungeon floor.

„Mmmmhhhmmmm……mmmppfffhhh.“ The nipple trim again. The stimulation vanished.

On and on went this procedure and Marc started to struggle but in vain, as the bonds were fixed very tight. He heard Dean laughing.

„Don´t try that, my skin fag, there is no escape. Just relax and enjoy as I do“

Marc could not tell for how long Dean continued to stimulate him with whatever he used for this, bringing him to the verge of unloading and destroying the stimulation with working hard on his nipples. He never had experienced such a thing before. There were moments, he enjoyed it. Other moments he wished Dean to stop it.

Then it stopped and he felt his feet released. He wanted to move them but they were held tightly. Then his feet were lifted up and he felt that his combat pant was torn down. A hand rubbed a cold liquid across his ass and then he felt a rock hard cock penetrating his lubricated hole. Thrust after thrust Dean penetrated him deeper until he felt Deans cock deep inside him. For a while, Dean remained inside Marc without a movement. Then he started to move his cock in and out, grunting and groaning, while his movements got quicker. Then Marc felt Deans hot cum pouring into him, filling him up, dripping out of his hole, while Dean remained inside him, starting to play again with Marcs nipples.

„Mmmmmmmpfffffhhhhhh mmmmmmhhhhmmmm.“

„Oh my skin fag, I don´t allow you to come…..not yet“ whispered Dean. Marc heard again Deans leather creaking and a firm hand took his cock. For a short time Marc thought that he at last could come but there was cold metal closing around his dick and balls. „I caged you to secure you“ whispered Dean again. „Fuck“, thought Marc and his cock swelled but in vain….

They were exhausted. After a while, Dean released Marc, cleaned him and fixed his clothes. He took away the blindfold and the gag. Cuffing Marcs hands again, he took him to a leather couch, sat him down and hugged him. Marc put his head deep in Deans leather gear and inhaled the smell of leather, cum and Deans sweat. They both relaxed completely. Out of his eyes, Marc saw a huge feather lying on a small table and he understood immediately. Dean saw his look.

„This afternoon“ he whispered, „we will experience other techniques. And we will have Sunday, too.“ He caressed the harness head of Marc. „Now back to your cell and have some food“.

Abruptely he stood up and hoisted Marc to his feet. „Go to the line, fag.“

Marc received a heavy blow in his face and he stumbled forward to the yellow line, tears in his eyes. His hands were uncuffed but shackeled together in front of him. At least he had some space for movement now.

„In you go and if you dare to shout, there will be the gag and no food. Understood?“

„Sir, yes, Sir“ whispered Marc.

„Whats it?“ Another sharp blow.

„SIR, YES, SIR:“

„Thats better, in you go.“

A sharp push in his back and Marc stumbled back into his cell. Dean closed the bars and went out of the dungeon, closing the heavy door behind him.

[smallestapplin]

Do you have any headcanons for the Rescue Bots dealing with a drunk human s/o?

I can do you one better and give you scenarios cause I’m in love with this and need you to know so you give me more rescue bots

Also i apologize, my character limit is three so I picked Chase, Heatwave, and Blades, but if anyone wants Boulder lemme know in my inbox!

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Chase

It’s not uncommon for you to spend the night or come over at odd hours, Charlie gave you a key and Chase permission to have you over at anytime, if only to help the bot loosen up and come out of his shell a little more. However when you didn’t arrive Chase grew a little worried, of course he didn’t ask if you would as you have a home of your own, but he likes having you over.

He hates to admit it but his berth feels larger and emptier without you, however he does shoot you a message around one in the morning asking if you had arrived home safe, and yet nothing.

He can’t recharge in these conditions. Until the sound of the door opening reaches his audials, how odd everyone should be asleep by now. Chase leaves his habsuite, flicking the main light on just to see you squinting under the bright light.

“Dear, there you are! I was quite worried about you, how was your friend’s creation day?” Chase makes his way to you, bending over to try and pick you up, only to blink when you stumble forward and practically fall in his servos.

You smell of something his Olfactory Sensor can’t quite determine though he doesn’t find it very pleasant. His spark hums with worry as he gently lifts you up, but blinks confused when you lean against his thumb, looking up at him with such a glazed over loving expression he wasn’t use to seeing.

“You’re pretty.”

His brain module nearly short circuits as you kiss his thumb but keep your eyes on him. He clears his intake, resetting himself from this momentary shock.

“Thank you, as you tell me. But what happened, should I awake the chief?” His scanners show no signs of damage, nothing seems to get harming you.

“Nooo, I..I wanna go to bed with my boyfriend.” You look so sad it makes his engine purr lowly to tr and comfort you as best he can.

“We can go to my habsuite and let you rest-“

“No! I need my boyfriend, I need Chase.”

The bot stands there, optics squinting trying to figure this out, you informed him humans refer to their pre-conjunx endura’s as ‘partner’s or ‘boyfriend and girlfriend so, isn’t that him?

“But that is me, correct? Aren’t I your boyfriend Chase?” He even glances at the calendar to ensure he remembers correctly you two have been together for a little over a year now, it’ll be three months ten days and two hours until your next anniversary.

You blink lazily at him before squinting up at him. Chase tilts his helm in mild confusion at your act and behavior, though it seems all is forgiven when you perk right up, big smile on your face as you reach up for him.

“Chase, I missed you! Come here, please, I wanna smooch my bot.” You try to move closer, but he is already raising you closer to his face.

“I am not sure how you missed me when I have been here with you for the last thirty seven minutes, but I missed your presence too.” He tries to quell the need to bwoop his siren at you, even now he still wishes to show you cybertronian courtship while you smother his metalic cheek in so many messy kisses.

“It is late, may I take you to my habsuite for a recharge?”

“Mhm.” You aren’t even listening just nuzzling your squishy cheek against his like a happy cat.

Once he lays down with you to his chassis you are out like a light, curled up and holding one of his digits sleeping soundly, until of course morning. Chase is an early riser, always awaking with the sun, but that has never been your style, even now when your eyes slowly open and the weight of a migraine hits you.

Your pained groans stops Chase in his tracks, optics swiftly looking for any bruising of injury he might’ve missed or accidentally cause, but you just curl into him tighter.

“Dear?”

“Please….ask Charlie for some migraine relief…and a ginger ale…and water.”

He sets you gently on his berth, making sure the makeshift bed you made here is comfortable for you before rushing off to ask for the exact things you requested. Though Chase is now being told about human drinking and the side effects it causes, which explains your behavior last night.

Though Charlie gives him a few extra things, snacks to get something in your stomach.

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Blades

A little celebration never hurt anyone! Movie night with friends made it even better, what’s the harm in a little drinking after a rough week? You don’t drink often, but it was nice on occasion. Dani was trying to speak to you, but you were already long gone mentally, your elbows on the mini table while your chin rested in your hands, your eyes locked onto Blades.

Dani was struggling not to laugh at how utterly smitten you looked, she swears if this was a cartoon you’d have little hearts surrounding you as you gazed at your big Cybertronian boyfriend. Blades wasn’t oblivious to it either, he could see you and feel your eyes boring into him, it made him flustered for you to do it so openly.

His cheeks flushed blue with energon as he tries to look back at you but he keeps looking away, his thin wings fluttering with his spark thrumming loudly in his chassis. Dani calls your name, and you can barely answer with a hum.

“You know you’re the one who picked this movie, don’t you wanna watch it? Or are you gonna stare holes into Blades all night.” She snorts as you just sigh dreamily.

“But he’s s’cute, Dani.” You groan, your head spinning but you swear you’re whispering, though to everyone else in the room you most certainly are not.

Blades giggles covering his face with his servos, he enjoys your public displays of loving him but he will never get use to knowing you love him so much that you want to show off, and let everyone know just how much you do love him.

“Dani,” you whine your friend’s name, “do…do you think I have a shot?”

“What?” Dani raises an eyebrow at you, devilish smile on her face as she realizes where this is going.

“What?” Even Blades looks at you confused, what do you mean ‘have a shot’ with him? You two are already together? He even did the human dating rituals perfectly you said!

“Why don’t you ask him yourself, I’m sure Blades would love to.”

In your drunken haze you stare at her with a pout before looking to Blades’s confused face, your expression instantly softens at the mere sight of him. The second you stand up you lose your balance, the world spinning a little too fast for you. Blades stood from the couch quickly, easily catching you and holding you gently as he places you in his lap, as he has many times before.

And yet you were staring up and him like he was he worlds greatest hero.

“Are you single?” You breathed out, hushed and airy.

Blades blinks, his yellow optics flickering between you and a very smug looking Dani as he tries to figure out if this is a test or not, is this like the time he asked you if you’d love him if he was a worm?

“No, I’m not single, you-“ blades cuts himself off when he notices the instant shift, how your eyes fill with tears and how you try to very poorly hide how you’re sniffling.

“See, I told you, no bot this pretty would be single!”

Dani pats Blades’s arm with a shake of her head, “You have fun with this, I’ll be sure to have some stuff ready for their pains in the morning, good night!” And with that she leaves him to deal with his drunken beloved.

Blades shushes you softly, placing kisses all over your face until you’re giggling at how ticklish it feels.

“I’m with you, silly!” He smiles at you, glad you stopped crying but there you go again looking at him like he hung the moon and stars, his spark can’t take it!

“Wow….”

Blades whines, finally breaking from your voice sounding so in awe.

“I got so lucky.”

“Stooop.” Though he can’t stop the giggles that leave his intake, who knew having a drunk partner could actually be so fun and silly? Though he gets the feeling you won’t be pleased about it in the morning, seems your high grade effects you like it does cybertronians.

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Heatwave

Heatwave only asks for one day, just one for some peace, he just wants to spend downtime with his conjunx but since it’s Kade’s creation day (or birthday, as the humans say) his team, you, and the Burns are together to celebrate. the party stretched on, and the second Cody went to bed Kade busted several differen oddly shaped bottles, as far as Heatwave was concerned it was nothing.

Despite having sat in a dark part of the yard watching the chaos unfold, you mostly sat with him on his shoulder, cuddling up to his helm, only occasionally requesting down when you wanted a drink or a snack from the food table. Heatwave clenches his jaw noting you’re taking longer this last time, you haven’t come back yet.

Glancing over to the party goers he sees you swaying but not to the beat of the music, more like you’re going to fall, though Graham is there first, easily helping you sit down, which is enough to finally worry him into going over and making sure you’re okay. Once Heatwave is close enough he can hear your conversation.

“My Conjunx will be grumpy you’re touching me.” You’re pouting angrily, squinting your eyes at Graham as your muddled mind barely remembers a thing.

Though it makes Graham laugh, “When isn’t he grumpy? Please, just stay here and let me get you some water.”

The engineer mutely sighs when you refuse, determined to stand up and find your lover, until you are shoved back into your seat with a single finger. You blink, trying so hard to glare up at the cybertronian that pushed you back down.

“Go get them that water, I’ll keep ‘em here for ya.”

“Thanks, Heatwave.” Graham says, rushing off into the house o get you that cold water.

Meanwhile you are staring up at Heatwave with a less than pleased expression, making him tilt his helm at you.

“Well, don’t you look like a ray of sunshine tonight. What’s got you up in arms?” He teases, smiling as your pitiful glare only grows more fiery.

“Hands off! I need to find my Conjunx, he’s probably worried by now.”

You are far too cute for your own good, do you know that? Heatwave will remind you of that when the high grade wears off, or whatever humans call it. Though he can’t help but chuckle, at least he knows you’d fight people off with a stick if you must. The large bot crosses his arms, smug smirk on his face.

“Oh yeah? Tell me about this Conjunx of yours. Must be a great guy to land a little thing like you.” His voice purrs in tune with his engine.

You finally smile wide, your eyes sparkling under the starry sky as you look so happy to be asked such a thing.

“He’s a big grump with a heart…a spark of gold, I swear I don’t think I could’ve gotten anymore lucky than him. I miss him…I miss him a lot.”

Heatwave cries to hold back a chuckle but fails horribly as he mocks a coo at you, “Aw poor thing, where if your conjunx?”

You flop back in your seat with such a sad whine, “I don’t knooow!…I want my Wavey.”

“Sweetspark, I’m right here, you dork.”

You look back up at him, squinting your eyes suspiciously at the large mech.

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

Heatwave rolls his optics, shaking his helm at your drunken antics, “Our spark bonding ceremony was last fall, per your request mind you.”

“Anyone could guess that!”

Heatwave stare at you meeting your judging gaze for a solid minute, long enough for Graham to come back and hand you a bottle of water, and leaving you once more since Heatwave is there to care for you. Though you two don’t break your staring contest.

“That ring on your finger was given to you by me, I only had the Chief’s help to get it for you.”

“Mhm that’s what they all say!”

“….If it weren’t for the fact I loved you I would throw you.” He sighs, but that doesn’t stop his playful tone.

You stick your tongue out at him and turn to focus opening and sipping from your water bottle, grumbling how Heatwave would make you do this if he was here. One last ditch effort, you are picked up, much to your loud complaints as Heatwave turns, making sure his back is facing any potential people as he opens his chassis, right to his spark chamber.

Your eyes widen at the dark blue spark glowing, thrumming loudly now you can hear it. The hairs on your arms stand on end as his EM field washes over your body in a silent caress. Heatwave closes his spark chamber back up and looks at your with a raised optic ridge.

“Hi Wavey.” You coo, “I missed yooou, it was awful, I was gonna die.”

Heatwave snorts a chuckle rumbling deep in his chassis as he places you back on his shoulder.

“I’m sure were, but I missed you too, it was awfully lonely without you.” He mutters, optics glowing warmly as you cheer softly and nuzzle into the side of his helm.

You’re so cute, too cute.

The hold you have on him is one he could never explain, even in the morning when you’re pulling your blanket over your head and whining in pain, declaring you’ll never drink again. His cute little conjunx, even when you look at him so pitifully he can’t help but fall in love all over again.

[all-with-angel]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇! •°. *࿐

Summary: After a long days work, Shoko wants nothing but to come home and eat fuck you, her lovely little girlfriend <3

Pairings: Shoko Ieri x fem!reader

Content. Smut, top!shoko, praise, oral (reader!receiving)

W.C. 1.5k

A.N. I'll be so real, this is the first time I've ever written a full smut so I apologize if it isn't as good as any other smut out there 😭 MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. Masterlist

The clinic halls reek of antiseptic and exhaustion. Shoko drags a hand down her face as she steps outside, the cool night air hitting her like a breath of relief. Her body aches—not from physical strain, but from the relentless weight of the day. Too many patients, too many curses, too many lives hanging by a thread. She rolls her neck, a dull crack echoing in the quiet parking lot.

She needs a drink. A cigarette. A moment to breathe.

But more than anything, she needs you.

The thought of you waiting at home is the only thing that keeps her from collapsing on the spot. The only thing that stops her from walking back inside, resigning herself to another few hours of work. She checks her phone, and sees your last message from an hour ago. Be safe. Come home soon. I miss you.

Shoko exhales slowly. The knot in her chest loosens just a little.

The drive home is a blur. The city lights pass by in streaks, her mind running on fumes as she smoked in the car, windows down while she drove. She barely remembers tossing her keys onto the counter when she steps inside, her senses immediately drawn to you—warmth, comfort, something that soothes the sharp edges of her day. You're curled up on the couch, wearing one of her shirts, the fabric draping over your frame like it belongs there.

It does.

"Shoko?" You sit up, blinking away sleep as she stands in the doorway, tired but watching you like you're the only thing keeping her grounded. "You look exhausted."

"I am," she murmurs. She toes off her shoes, shrugs out of her coat, and crosses the room without hesitation. The moment she’s within reach, her hands find your face, thumbs brushing gently over your cheekbones. Her touch is warm despite the fatigue weighing her down.

You don't get a chance to say anything else before she kisses you.

It’s slow at first, a sigh against your lips, the taste of nicotine and coffee still faint on her tongue. But the moment you respond—your fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt, your body pressing just slightly closer—something in her unravels.

Shoko groans into the kiss, deepening it with a quiet kind of desperation. Her hands slide down to your waist, tugging you against her as she shifts onto the couch, slotting herself between your legs with ease. The weight of her is familiar, grounding, and yet there’s a tension beneath it all—a hunger that wasn’t there this morning when she kissed you goodbye.

She’s tired, but it doesn’t matter. Not when you’re here, warm and soft beneath her, kissing her like you understand exactly what she needs.

Her fingers trail along your jaw, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. You gasp when her lips leave yours, only for them to trail down your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your skin. It’s not just about need—it’s relief. You can feel it in the way her hands grip you, like she’s holding onto you just to remind herself she’s still here, still breathing, still something more than just a doctor drowning in endless work.

“Long day?” you whisper, teasing even as your own breath hitches.

She huffs a quiet laugh against your throat. “You have no idea.”

You smile, threading your fingers into her hair, letting her take whatever she needs. And Shoko—exhausted, aching, needing—is more than willing to take it. Shoko moves her head, only to rest her forehead against yours.

She exhales sharply against your lips. "God, I missed you," she mutters, voice hoarse.

You don’t get a chance to answer before she’s kissing you again, rougher this time, her hands sliding down your back, gripping at your waist like she’s anchoring herself to reality. The air is thick, buzzing with something electric. She tugs at the hem of your shirt, fingers ghosting over your skin, a silent question hanging between you.

You nod.

Her lips curl into a lazy, knowing smirk against your mouth, but there’s nothing playful about the way her hands tighten around your shirt. In fact, it was something desperate.

With a hum, she leans down to pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and down your neck again as her hands explore under your shirt, tracing random patterns on your waist and cupping your breasts. Then, with a quick lick to your throat, she leans back to quickly pull your shirt off, tossing it somewhere before reaching behind you and expertly unclasping your bra.

You giggle as Shoko impatiently pulls it off and takes a long, deep breath as she admires your exposed chest. She licks her lips, before attaching them on one of your tits, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud as her other hand played with the other, pinching just enough to make you squirm.

Her mouth was hot on your skin, making you moan and the heat in your stomach coil into something unbearable without her touch. Which was ironic, because you were supposed to be the one helping her relieve some stress. 

Biting back a moan, you tangle your fingers in shokos hair, “Shoko, mmph, shouldn't I be the one doing the- ah- work?” You gasped softly as Shoko released your nub with a pop! Saliva connecting the now slightly swollen bud and her mouth.

“Nah,” She tugged at your underwear, glancing at the growing wet spot between your legs with a hunger in her eyes.  “This is as pleasing to me as it is to you, baby.” She purred, lustful eyes staring you down shamelessly as a lazy smirk tugged at her lips.

She gave you a quick kiss, soft and unhurried as she slid her hand into your panties. You gasped, breaking away from the kiss as Shoko's fingers played with your clit, already soaking in your own juices. “Mm, so wet already, pretty girl?”

She didn't give you much time to answer before she knelt in between your legs, softly squeezing your thighs as she pushed them apart. She leaned into your clothed cunt, inhaling your scent before dragging her tongue across your slit. The wet spot on it growing darker by the second. You let out a moan, involuntarily bucking your hips up to meet her tongue, still licking up and down your covered pussy.

“Shokooo~” You whined, her name spilling out of your lips before you could think.

She pressed a kiss onto where your clit would be if your panties weren't in the way, making you twitch. “Yeah, yeah, I know baby, I know.” She cooed, eyes half-lidded as she looked up at you with a teasing smile.

She hooked a finger on the band of your underwear, pulling it down and watching as your slick left sticky lines in between you and your panties. She let out a low whistle before sliding the rest of it down and off of you, gently pushing your legs onto her shoulders before she shoved her face into your aching pussy.

You tangled your hands in Shoko's hair, pushing her further into you as she moaned in response. The action sent sparks straight to your core as Shoko started sucking and licking your clit, your juices mixing with her saliva.

Her mouth was hot, making your mind blank with how well she was eating you out. She'd occasionally lick down your slit, pushing against your aching hole while you continued to writhe under her tongue. It turned obscene, shlicking noises of your cunt and Shoko's mouth echoed on the walls, mixing beautifully with your moans.

Shoko would occasionally glance up at you, only to moan into your cunt and start doubling down on her efforts. This, Shoko thought, was the best form of stress relief she could ever get. Not cigarettes, not beer, you. You and your pussy was an addiction she was sure she could never live without, and by your breathless pants and mindless moaning, her tongue may be your vice, too.

You twitched under Shoko's tongue, moaning as your body involuntarily jerked into her face, the knot in your stomach tightening quickly. Shoko seems to notice it, humming approvingly as she sucked and licked at your bud harder to get you to your high. “Mm, yeah baby, mmph- just like that, ride my face.”

Her thumb traced circles on your clit as you continued to twitch against her, moans growing in pitch as you grew desperate for release. Her eyes couldnt seem to stop looking up at you as you came, sweet juices flooding her mouth as she eagerly lapped it all up, she barely registered the way your legs had locked around her head, your plush and perfect things squeezing her head further into your creaming cunt.

After a moment, you slouched back into the couch with a sigh, releasing your legs from around Shoko’s head. Her hair was a mess, not to mention her pretty face, covered in your juices still dripping down her chin as she licked her lips and looked up at you with a satisfied smile. “Gooood girl," She drawled, her tone and praise making you shiver. "you okay?”

You nodded, still a bit breathless from your previous orgasm.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet, sweetie.”

Extra A.N. ough my pussy 😩Now I gotta post this before I accidentally add 600 words of scissoring ☺️

[theocddiaries]

Shadow: You're staying in your room until Sonic gets back. Tails: But I have to go to the workshop to— Shadow: No workshops. You're grounded from it. Tails: You can't boss me around, this isn't even your house! Shadow: It is and I can while your brother's gone. Now, you stay here, completely still and silent. Tails: But I can't stop my heart, does that count?? Shadow: And stop making fun of me. Tails: You just ask for the weirdest things… Shadow: Enough. You're staying here until I say so. [slams the door shut] [Tails' wailing can be heard from inside. Shadow hesitates mid-step. He shakes his head] Shadow: I don't care how much you cry. I'm not budging this time! [Tails keeps bawling.] Shadow: …Hm. [reaches for the doorknob, then pulls his hand back. His ears drop, and he sighs before opening the door]: Alright, Tails, you can— [Shadow stops mid-sentence when he sees the kid lying on his bed, calmly reading a book, still making fake crying noises. Tails glances at him from the corner of his eye.] Tails: Took you long enough. I was getting tired of pretending. Shadow [twitches ear]: You’ve got some nerve… Alright, you can go outside. Tails: Great! [Shadow waits, counting on his fingers up to five. Tails walks back inside, annoyed, while Shadow smirks down at him.] Tails: Where’s the key?! Shadow: You said you wanted to go to the workshop, not that you needed a key. Tails: But I meant going inside! Give me the key! Shadow: Sorry, I don’t know where it is. This isn’t even my house, remember? Tails: Don’t you feel ashamed being this petty with a kid as small as me? Shadow [walks past him down the hall]: You’re only small when it’s convenient for you. Tails [pouts] [A little later, Shadow is in the kitchen, chopping vegetables.] Shadow: No idea who he takes after with that attitude… Well, after the one who raised him, dumb question… [Shadow dumps the vegetables into a pot, his gaze drifting toward the window. He freezes, staring outside. Tails is sitting on the grass, head down, hugging his knees. A woman is crouched in front of him, talking to him at his level.] Woman: What's wrong, sweetheart? Why are you out here? Is no one home? Should I call someone? Tails [shakes his head]: They just won’t let me in. Shadow [grips the knife handle harder, gritting his teeth]: That lying fox son of a-- Woman: What? Why? Tails: My brother’s boyfriend is really bad-tempered, and he takes it out on me. Woman: Oh dear, there are some awful people in this world. Tails: And he takes the crown in that regard, yeah… Shadow [flinges open the window, yelling with the knife in hand]: TAILS, WOULD YOU STOP SPREADING LIES, BRAT?! [The woman sees the knife and takes off running, leaving a trail of dust behind her.] Tails: Another neighbor who’s terrified of you. You're close to a bingo. Shadow: That’s because I have such a hardworking assistant!!! Tails: It’s not that big of a deal, hehe. Shadow: I WASN’T COMPLIMENTING YOU!

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Drain You ✩ 秦且歌 / xavier…

18+ / suggestive content. office au, boss!reader, bratty sub reader, petnames (Boss, Master, Sir, good boy / girl); mentions of fingering & brat taming, no intercourse

“Hm, okay, this manuscript passes. Send this, along with my notes, to the printing department by when it finishes photocopying.”

You hand the thick text back without glancing away from your computer screen to Xavier who sighs in relief, “Thank you so much, Miss, I will.”

“Thank the fucking gods, we can finally go home,” Rafayel whines to you, his body slumping against the back of your chair and draping over your figure, “If you rejected that damn manuscript one more time, I was going to kill you and then myself.”

“Well, then why don’t I make it up to everyone?” You smiled, pulling the company black card out from your purse, “Free drinks for everyone’s hard work!”

“Boss…” Rafayel tears up, “I’ll never curse you out behind your back again.”

At only age 26, you’ve made quite the name for yourself— the Cruel Master of Infold Manhua House who turned your unruly department from a lost cause to one of the top 3 in the entire company. And that’s saying a lot, considering that the department you oversee produces content of a very niche and controversial genre…

Said genre being erotica.

From ecchi one-shots, to softcore short stories, to full on nasty and sinful visual novellas— not a single project starts or finishes without being approved by you. And you didn’t get the moniker Cruel Master by being easy to please and work with.

“Xavier,” you call sternly as you see him return to his cubicle, “We’re all going out to drink— you’re coming, too, right?”

He doesn’t really drink and you know that. He would rather go home and you know that. But you would rather have him come anyways. He softly rubs his nape as he contemplates his options: say no and get immediately persuaded by your pretty words, or say yes and just get on with it. “Uh, yes, of course, Miss,”

You smile, standing up from your chair and brush your hand against his shoulder as you walk pass him, “Good boy.”

✩ !

“God-damn it, Boss, how can yuh hold yur liquor so wehll?” Rafayel slurs as picks his head up from the table to give you a vicious glare.

“‘m just better than you,” you reply, sticking your tongue out at the drunken man who gives you a lovely gesture in return (it’s his middle finger).

Your eyes shift to your left to look at Xavier sitting at another table, solemnly sipping on his borderline empty soda bottle, and he looks as out of place as you’re sure he feels right now. As the newbie on the team, Xavier’s still so unsure of what he can and what he should do. It doesn’t help that he can always feel your eyes burning into his skull and watching his every move, judging and scrutinizing every single detail about him and his existence.

Well, that’s what he thinks, anyways— the reality is you like him much more than he thinks… like a lot more. And it’s definitely not the type of ‘like’ that is in a work appropriate way.

No, in fact, you want to fuck his brains out. That’s why you can’t help but tease and test him so much.

“Ahh, Xavi,” you croon softly as you sit dangerously close to him on the bench, giggling as you see a blush blooms across his ears as you rub your cheek against his shoulder, “‘m soo drunk.”

“Shall I take you home, then, Miss?”

You nod, handing him your keys, your hand touching his for much longer than necessary. “You remember my address, right?”

Of course he does. There have been countless nights in the past eight months where he has to call for a taxi at 2 am to rush to your apartment because, as the newbie, he’s been tasked to deliver a last minute manuscript change for your approval or the like. This isn’t even the first time he’s driven you home from a work event like this.

The ride is silent but not awkward. You’re not really drunk, maybe the tiniest bit tipsy, but you pretend to fall asleep anyways to spare Xavier’s social battery. You try not to ruin the facade as you feel the car stop but you definitely let out a squeak of surprise after you hear Xavier open your side’s door and feel his arm wrap around your waist and upper thighs.

He’s so strong— shockingly strong— and he carries you as if you weigh nothing. After typing in the passcode to your apartment, he softly sets you down against your fluffy duvet and gently slips your heels off your feet.

You expect him to turn to leave but he surprises you again by caressing your cheek with the tips of his fingers, “Boss, you look so sweet and defenseless when you sleep,” he mumbles as his fingers move lower to rub against your plump lips, “You have no idea just what I want to do to—”

That’s when you decide you’re done with this lame ruse and your tongue darts from your mouth to lick the pads of his finger which causes him to abruptly pull back his hand in shock but you grab his arm and bring his hand back to your mouth to softly bite the side of his palm.

“So, what exactly do you want to do?” You laugh, sucking seductively on his index finger, “Do you want to kiss me? Touch me? Maybe—”

Your words are cut short as his opposite hand pulls roughly on your hair, forcing you to bear your throat and look him in the eyes, “No, I want to do much worse than that. I want to ruin you. I want to punish you and put you in your place. I want to make you beg for mercy. And I know that’s what you want, too.”

He leans down, licking the shell of your left ear, “Boss, I’ve seen the books you keep in your office; the ones where brats like you get fucked into submissive. I’ve seen the way you can barely control your facial expressions when you proofread an issue of manhua where the protagonist gets tied up and is left to the mercy of their lover.”

Your brows furrow, “That’s—”

“What? That’s not what I think it is? Then what about what I saw when you were ‘editing’ the Eve manuscript in your office last week?”

Fuck. Your face begins to heat up at the mention of that incident. It’s not your fault, really, that you get pent up sometimes (between work and everyday survival, how can you make time to get laid?!) and that manuscript really made you feel something— between your legs, that is.

How could you not get hot and bothered when that chapter was a visualization of your deepest fantasies? A scenario where the head-strong main lead was mind-fucked by her highschool crush who had also been in love with her for years after he finds her stash of depraved manga; to be exposed at your most vulnerable and imperfect form and still be desired, let alone adored by someone you love deeply back, was all you’ve ever wanted.

It’s not even like you anything crazy in the office either— fingering yourself a little bit in the privacy of your office isn’t that crazy… you didn’t even get to cum regardless because Xavier happen to barge into your office with a stack of paper that needed your signature or something else.

He had been standing at your door for about five minutes before he decided to actually open it because he couldn’t take his eyes off of you and your reactions. He couldn’t see exactly what your hand was doing underneath your desk, but with the way you couldn’t stop biting your lip and squirming in your chair, he can make an assumption. He would’ve let you finish— there’s nothing more he wanted to see in the world— but lunch was almost over and the thought of anyone else seeing you in that state made his blood boil.

“That’s right, Boss, I know what someone like you needs, so why don’t you be a good girl and let me take care of you, hm?” He utters against the column of your neck as he presses kisses against your skin which have you whimpering in response.

He takes your hand in his and guides it to the growing bulge in his trousers, forcing your hand to squeeze and rub against his erection. Fuck, he’s huge. You pull you hand back and try to lean back away from his body, “S-stop it, I’m drunk—”

“No, you’re not.” He declares, pushing you back softly to lie flat on the mattress. Xavier’s hands stroke your legs up and down before he tugs on your tights making a small run in the fabric near your upper thigh. “You have better alcohol tolerance than anyone I know, so stop making excuses. Do you want me to fuck you as much I want to fuck you? If you say no, I’ll leave and we can pretend this never happened; I can go back to playing as your obedient subordinate and you can be my domineering master. But, if you say yes…”

His hand slips under your pencil skirt, the heel of his palm stopping right above your clit, the pressure and weight so light it almost feels like nothing but it makes your leg twitch nonetheless, “I can show good it’ll feel to be mine.”

“Sir, p-please,” you whisper, lifting your hips to rub your clit against his palm harder, “make me yours— I want to be yours.”

“See? You do know how to be a good girl.”

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