#oh and as usual: my native language is not english. please let my know if something sounds weird

[rafedarling]

Hiii , can you write something jealous drew , maybe he is away to shoot a movie and reader takes rustyn to preschool or to events and during this time she makes friends with one of the single dads there and the guy is a bit of a flirt, when drew gets back from the shoot, rustyn mentions his mom's new friend and reader lets it go but drew is already jealous and the next day he goes to preschool with reader and intimidates the single dad a bit and reader finds his jealousy cute

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

pairing: dad!drew starkey x mom!reader

summary: while drew is away filming, you take rustyn to preschool and befriend kevin, a charming single dad who enjoys flirting a little too much. when drew returns home, rustyn innocently mentions mama’s new friend, which immediately sparks drew’s jealousy. the next day, he insists on going to preschool with you, just to say hi, of course.

warning(s): english is not my native language. slow-burn jealousy, playful intimidation, protective drew, and plenty of domestic fluff.

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It was another morning of getting Rustyn ready for preschool, and you were juggling everything alone again while Drew was away filming. Rustyn, as always, was a bundle of energy, making it nearly impossible for you to get his shoes on properly.

“Rustyn, hold still, baby,” you sighed, attempting to double-knot his laces.

“But Mama, I wanna go wake up Dada first!”

You smiled, ruffling his hair.

“Alright, go give him a kiss, then we have to leave, okay?”

Rustyn ran off into your bedroom, where Drew was still tangled up in the sheets, deep in sleep. But that didn’t stop your son from climbing onto the bed and poking his dad’s cheek.

“I love you, Dada. Bye-bye!”

Drew groaned, barely cracking one eye open.

“Mmm, love you too, buddy. Have fun at school today.”

“I will, Dada!”

You leaned against the doorframe, watching the sleepy exchange with a soft smile before ushering Rustyn out to the car.

At preschool, Rustyn was practically bouncing in his seat as you pulled into the parking lot.

“Look, Mama! Daisy’s there!” he pointed eagerly, and you followed his gaze to see a little girl with pigtails standing next to her dad, waving.

Rustyn beamed. “Isn’t she pretty, Mama?”

“She’s very pretty, sweetheart,” you agreed, helping him out of his car seat.

As you walked up to the entrance, Daisy’s dad turned and gave you a friendly smile.

“Hey, you must be Rustyn’s mom,” he said, offering a handshake.

“I am,” you said, shaking his hand.

“Kevin,” he introduced himself.

“Daisy’s dad. She talks about Rustyn all the time.”

You laughed, glancing down at your son.

“Does she now? Well, Rustyn talks about her, too. I think you two might have a little duo forming.”

Kevin grinned.

“Yeah, seems like it. She says Rustyn shares his crayons with her, which is apparently a huge deal.”

You chuckled. “That’s adorable.”

As the kids ran ahead toward the classroom, Kevin lingered beside you, casually tucking his hands into his pockets.

“So, you’re usually the one doing drop-offs?” he asked.

“Most of the time,” you nodded.

“My husband’s away filming right now.”

Kevin’s brows lifted slightly.

“Oh, your husband’s in the industry?”

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “Drew Starkey.”

His expression flickered with recognition.

“Oh, that Drew Starkey? Damn. That’s cool.”

You laughed. “Yeah, he’s pretty great.”

Kevin gave you a teasing smile.

“Well, I don’t usually get starstruck, but I might have to get an autograph for Daisy. Or, you know, you could just sign something for me instead.”

You blinked, catching the flirtatious edge in his voice.

“Kevin…” you said, giving him a knowing look.

He held up his hands in surrender, laughing.

“Alright, alright. Just saying, it’s not every day I meet someone who looks like you at preschool drop-off.”

You shook your head with an amused smile, deciding to let it slide.

“Well, I should get going,” you said, shifting the conversation.

“Rustyn’s probably already settled in.”

Kevin nodded. “Yeah, me too. But hey, if you ever want to grab coffee after drop-off, let me know.”

You hesitated for half a second before offering a polite smile.

“That’s kind of you, but I’m good. See you later, Kevin.”

As you walked back to your car, you brushed off the encounter. It was nothing. Just friendly conversation.

That evening, Drew was finally home, setting the table while you finished heating up dinner.

Rustyn, however, was unusually quiet, barely touching his food.

Drew sat beside him, gently nudging his arm.

“What’s up, buddy?”

Rustyn poked at his mashed potatoes, frowning.

“Mama made a new friend today.”

Drew’s head snapped up, his eyes flickering to you.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, keeping his voice casual.

“Who’s this new friend?”

Rustyn fidgeted in his seat.

“Daisy’s dad. He talks to Mama a lot. And today, Daisy said her dad likes Mama.”

You nearly choked on your water. “Rustyn!”

Drew, on the other hand, just let out a dry chuckle.

“Oh, did she now?”

Rustyn nodded. “She said Mama might be her other mom. But I don’t want that.”

Drew placed a hand on Rustyn’s head, ruffling his hair.

“Buddy, no one’s taking Mama away from us. You don’t have to worry about that.”

You reached over, squeezing Drew’s wrist.

“It’s just kids being kids. Daisy was probably just playing pretend.”

Drew hummed, but the sharp set of his jaw told you he wasn’t letting it go.

The next morning, you were tying Rustyn’s shoes when Drew suddenly grabbed his keys.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Coming with you,” he said casually, slipping on his jacket.

“You sure? I thought you were sleeping in today.”

“Nah, I feel like stretching my legs.”

You squinted at him. “Drew…”

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Just wanna say hi to Rustyn’s teachers. And maybe meet your new friend.”

You sighed, but you didn’t argue.

At preschool, Drew held Rustyn’s other hand, his grip firm and possessive.

Kevin was already there, chatting with another parent, but when he saw you approaching, he smiled until his eyes landed on Drew.

Drew’s hold on your waist tightened slightly.

“Morning, Y/N,” Kevin greeted.

“Morning,” you said as Rustyn ran off to play.

Drew extended his hand, his grip firm and unrelenting.

“Drew Starkey. Her husband.”

Kevin hesitated before shaking it.

“Oh. Right, yeah. Nice to meet you, man. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Drew smiled, but there was something sharp in it.

“Funny. I don’t think I’ve heard about you at all.”

Kevin let out a small laugh. “Well, Daisy and Rustyn get along great, so Y/N and I have talked a bit.”

“That so?” Drew said, still smiling.

“Appreciate you keeping my wife company while I was away.”

You elbowed him lightly, but he didn’t budge.

Kevin cleared his throat. “Yeah, well, good seeing you guys. I should get going.”

As he walked off, Drew exhaled, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, shaking your head.

Drew smirked, leaning in close. “Just making sure he knows you’re very taken.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jealous much?”

Drew wrapped an arm around you, murmuring in your ear, “Always, baby.”

You let out a laugh, nudging him playfully.

“Come on, jealous husband, let’s get breakfast.”

Drew chuckled, kissing your temple before leading you back to the car, still holding you close.

[wandanatrules]

fic idea (sorry if this is bad, I'm using the translator because English is not my native language)

Wanda or Natasha (maybe both if you can) wanted to have a child with the reader, but then they got divorced and the reader was pregnant, the reader complained by calling saying that she was going to take Wanda/Nat to court for refusing to pay child support, until the reader decided to go to her house and got pregnant again.

Fool Me Once

Hi guys! I really liked this request, because I had been wanting to write something with divorced Nat. I hope that this does this justice. I feel bad for Wanda in this, so my next fic I am hoping to do something with wanda x nat. Please continue to send requests! And as usual I didn’t feel like proofreading it :(

(this is not my gif)

word count: 2.5k

paring: g!p beefy nat x divorced fem reader

warnings: natasha has a penis, infidelity, pretty angsty, arguing, foul language, cursing, name calling, smut, voyuerism, penetration, cunnilingus, (let me know if I missed anything!).

“Oh baby you are taking me so good, if you keep moving your hips like that I’m gonna blow. But I bet you want me to breed your tight hole. Is that right?”

”Yes please, Natasha I want to have your babies I need your seed so bad!”

4 years later…

 “Natasha, this is the last time I'm leaving you a message! I have tried to be civil but you leave me no choice! Not visiting your daughter for 5 months or paying any child support isn’t gonna cut it anymore. Since you refuse to care for your child I will see you in court!”, You said after hanging up the phone and frustratingly throwing it onto the couch.

The noise startled your 3 year old daughter and she came into the room to see what happened. “Mommy are you okay? Was that mama, is she coming back to us soon?”

”Yes everything is okay baby. It’s okay I miss mama too, we are gonna see her soon.” You said kneeling down to her eye level and plastering a fake smile on your face to reassure her. 

Two weeks later it was the day of the court hearing and the first time you had seen Natasha since you had found her with Wanda, 5 months ago.

When you first started dating Natasha, she insisted that you quit your job and become her housewife. Since she was a CEO of a multimillion dollar company there was really no need for you to work and considering you thought that she was going to be your forever you took her up on the offer. But now that you were a single mother with no support system and very little money for childcare, it was hard for you to keep a stable job and provide for your child. 

Natasha on the other hand was doing very good for herself. According to her facebook, that you definitely didn’t stalk, her and Wanda expecting a child together. How could she do this to you, I mean the divorce was yet to even be finalized. Her business was booming and she had bought a new house for her new girl and their child to be. 

“Mama! I missed you!”, Your daughter said escaping your arms to run into the arms of your ex lover.

Not wanting to soil your daughter’s opinion of her mother, you told her that she was on an important trip and she was too busy to talk on the phone. 

“Why hello there babygirl I missed you so much! You got so tall honey!”, She said while picking her up and twirling her around. 

“Mommy look mama is back, aren’t you so happy!”, Your daughter said beckoning you over to greet your ex.

“Hello, y/n you look well.”, She said with that godforsaken smirk. The same smirk that got you pregnant. You couldn’t lie she looked great in the pant suit she was wearing, you always loved her in her dominating attire. 

“Natasha”, You said with a curt head nod, “As do you.” 

“Come on baby, you can sit with my friend Wanda, while me and mommy go inside and have a long talk.” Natasha said before you seethingly saw her walk your child across the courthouse to the bench that Wanda was patiently sitting at. 

“After taking all of the information presented today into consideration, I have my verdict. I rule that the defendant, Mrs. Natasha Romanoff, is ordered to pay the plaintiff, Mrs. Y/N Romanoff, at least $600 a month and is required to have the child in her custody at least every other weekend starting today. This is a temporary verdict that will be re-examined for permanency when the divorce is finalized.

 “Okay honey, are you excited to have a sleepover with mama this weekend?”, Natasha said, holding your daughter in her arms.

 “Are we finally going back to our old house? Can I sleep in bed with you and mommy again?” Your daughter said excitedly, with eyes full of hope.

 “No baby for now on me and mama aren’t going to be living together anymore. You are gonna be with only one of us at a time, but it’s okay because we love you so much. We are gonna go home and pack you a bag so that I can drop you off with mama and her friend Wanda for the weekend later tonight.” 

Knock Knock Knock…

It was two hours later when you arrived at Natasha’s new house for the first time. Your daughter fell asleep in the car, so you carefully grabbed her and her stuff before walking up the driveway of the huge house and knocking on the door.

 “Hey y/n.”, Natasha said after opening up the door. She was wearing a white wife beater that showcased her broad shoulders and the pump in her biceps, indicated that she had just finished working out. You looked down and bit your lip when your eyes captured her built veiny quads in the shortest gym shorts you have ever seen in your life. 

“Here she’s sleeping, hopefully for another hour or so.”, You said while carefully handing her over. 

“Okay stay here for a second, i’ll take her and her stuff to her room, but I need to talk to you. You can sit over here.” She said pointing to the couch. 

You sat down wondering what she could possibly have to say to you after all the hurt she has caused you. 

“So where is your baby mama?”, You asked as she returned down the stairs.

”She is staying with her parents for the weekend. I didn’t want to confuse our daughter. But I wanted to ask you to take me back, baby please.”

”Not this again Natasha! How do you expect me to take you back when your girlfriend is 7 months pregnant, but we separated only 5 months ago!! You cheated on me! I try to do a nice thing and surprise you with dinner at your office and I walk in on you balls deep in that whore!” You exclaimed angrily. 

“Baby you are my wife, she doesn’t mean anything to me. I just want to make sure my child is okay, that is the only reason I keep her around. I promise.” She said reaching out and putting her hand on your thigh. 

“Then tell me why did you cheat on me, especially with Wanda from your office. I always told you she had a crush on you, but you waved me off. What does she have that I don’t?” 

“I don’t know, y/n I was craving some closeness. Things were different between us ever since you had the baby. We barely had sex and she was showing me all of this attention I just couldn’t resist. But I didn’t mean to get her pregnant. She told me she was on birth control and she ripped the condom off me, I think she was trying to baby trap me. I even offered to pay for her abortion when I found out she was pregnant, but she wouldn’t budge. Listen, I have to do what’s right for my baby, but I promise you things will be different if you take me back. I am done with her. I will pay for her to have an apartment, so my baby isn’t homeless and I want you and our daughter to move in here with me or we can move somewhere else, whatever you want baby.” At this point it seemed as though she was begging considering she found herself on her knees in front of you, looking up with her hands on her waist. 

“But why did you abandon our daughter, we called you everyday since the separation and you never picked up.” You said avoiding her eye contact.

 “I was so ashamed of myself, y/n. I couldn’t see you or hear your voice without reminding me of everything I lost. I didn’t want our daughter to think badly about me. Y/n I am so sorry and I can’t live without you, I need you to take me back.” She pleaded again on her knees.

 “Show me how much you really love me then.”, You said leaning down to whisper in the ear of the woman in front of you, before playing with in between your teeth. 

“Are you sure?”, She moaned looking up at you, watching you nod before standing up and grabbing you by the waist, hoisting you over her shoulder in the same motion, running up the stairs. 

“Wait, let's make sure she is still sleeping.”, You said, causing Natasha to stop and quietly open the door to check on your still sleeping daughter. 

“Okay all good let’s go.”, She said in a hurry, practically running down the hallway urging to soothe her hardened erection. Reaching her bedroom she threw you on the bed, face up. 

“Is this the bed you fuck her in?”, You asked with a playful smirk. 

“No baby. I promise we haven’t had sex since the time you caught us in my office. I couldn’t bring myself to fuck her again. But I am being honest when I say the few times we did it I was imagining she was you the whole time.”, She said while hovering over you and kissing your neck. 

“Right Natasha, you always know what the ladies want to hear.”, You said sarcastically, “just hurry up and fuck me before I change my mind.”

Natasha kissed your lips, sticking her tongue in your mouth while humping her bulge against your cunt. Pulling back for air she pulled off your shirt and undid your bra, eyes widening when she saw your huge, plump, and juicy tits. 

“Your tits have gotten so big ever since you have given birth.”, She said massaging them in her hands, slapping the nipple a few times before entering them into her hot mouth. Alternating each of them between her hand and her swirling tongue the pleasure was too much for you. This was the first time anyone had touched you in months since the separation.

 “Oh my god Natty. I have missed your mouth, you use it so well.”, You moaned, pushing her head downwards to where you needed it most. 

“I bet you’re about to love my mouth even more.”, she looked up with a smirk, pulling off your pants and discarding them across the room.

She kissed your clit through your panties, “You wore my favorite panties, it’s almost like you knew this was gonna happen.” she joked into your pussy.

Taking the panties off she smelled them, before putting them in the pocket of her pants. She spread your legs open and pushed them up against your body taking a deep sniff against your wetness moaning at the smell.

 “Still so wet for me baby, can’t wait to taste you.” Her flattened tongue swiftly licked from the bottom to the top, as she relished the taste. She continued her movements up and down before focusing slowly on the too long neglected clit. 

Sticking her tongue under the clit she began to flick, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands made their way to her head holding her hostage in between your thighs.

She ate you out with a renewed fervor like she had something to prove, which she most definitely did. She circled your clit rapidly, pulling out all the noises and juices she could from you. She next teasingly circled your oozing hole savoring the taste of your delicious excrement, before inserting her tongue back and forth expertly playing with your g-spot. 

After only a few minutes of her expert ministrations you couldn’t hold back anymore and you let go with a loud moan, squirting in her in the face you sprayed everywhere, violently shaking as you released your high. 

She licked her lips before removing her top and using it to wipe her face off. The bra went off with it. She moved up to face you again, before enveloping your lips in a kiss. Her tongue explored your mouth, before yours stopped it and sucked the taste of yourself off. 

Pulling back for air she exclaimed, “Your taste is indescribable, makes you incredibly irresistible. I can’t believe you left me without you for so long. I am so hard baby, I need you so bad.”  

“I’m aching so bad Natty, I want your cock.” With that she stood up and stepped out of her gym shorts, the bulge evident in her underwear. She quickly removed it and her gigantic cock sprung out hitting her in the stomach. Something you craved every night when you were alone in bed with your fingers between your thighs during the months you were apart.

She spit on her hand and collected the pre cum from the tip and rapidly spread it up and down her shaft. “Please natty, I've missed your cock so bad.” 

She pushed your legs wide open and fit herself in between them, carefully entering herself into your cunt. You wrapped your legs around her waist and she began with slow and gentle thrusts. 

“I have no self control when it comes to you. Your pussy feels so tight and warm milking my cock like this. Are you okay if I speed up.” She pulls her head up from out of your neck desperately begging to go faster.

Looking up you heard the door open, unbeknownst to Natasha who was caught up in the pleasure. Stood in the doorway was Wanda, Natasha’s girlfriend and baby mama, fuming at the sight. You smirked and decided to have some fun with this.

”Yes Natty please go faster. Is this the best pussy you’ve ever had? Tell me it feels way better than that whore you got knocked up.”

”Of course baby, her pussy does not compare to yours at all.”, She said while you glared up at the woman.

”Tell mommy how much you missed her and how that bitch means nothing to you.”

”Uggh yes mommy, daddy missed you so much that bitch is nothing I promise. I will call her and tell her that for her to hear”, She exclaimed through rapid uneven breaths, in between kissing all over your neck and face.

“It’s okay, no need for that.”, You said with a smug smirk.

Wanda angrily stormed out holding back tears. While you smiled and pulled Natasha in for an intimate kiss. “I love you, Natasha. I trust you, please don’t break it again.”

Natasha eagerly pulled back, shocked at your words, “I love you too so much y/n . I promise I will never do anything to hurt you ever again.” 

“I’m close natty, please.”, You held her tighter than you ever had and relished her thrusts.

”Don’t hold back, I'm right with you, baby.”, she said, her speech broken due to the approaching orgasm. Her cum spurted in a hot rush of liquid, hitting your g-spot directly causing your orgasm. 

“I don’t know if you’re on birth control or not, but it would be great for our daughter to have a sibling.”, She planted a kiss on your lips.

 “She is going to have a sibling, or did you already forget about your infidelity?”, You said with a roll of your eyes.

”Right…”, She said awkwardly, scratching her head. 

Comment down below if you guys would have taken her back or not!

[yandereend]

Yandere Househusband

How he met his spouse

TW: usual yandere stuff, male yandere, obsessive behavior, yandere wants children

Please keep in mind that English is not my native language thanks💛

P. 1 please let me know if you want more

P.2💛

Doesn’t everyone just hope to one day find the perfect partner and settle down with them, start a family and live happily ever after. Thats exactly what our little Tyler always wanted.

Tyler came from a nice home, he was an only child but his parents had a lot of love for him, and even more for each other. He always admired his parents relationship, his father being the strong breadwinner and his mother being the docile housewife. It was the perfect relationship in Tylers eyes and there was nothing he wanted more than to have that too.

In school Tyler couldn’t care less about his grades, it’s not like he was incapable of learning, quite the opposite but he didn’t see a reason to spend his time learning about math or physics if he wanted to be a househusband anyways. Thats right my dear readers Tyler was just waiting to find the right spouse to settle down with.

So for that reason alone he always made an effort to appear put together and pretty in school, he was lucky to have enough confidence to not let others opinions about his appearance affect him. So he was always helpful, nice and friendly to everyone. But even with his best efforts he couldn’t find the one. Thanks to his obsessive nature he often over thought his love life and if he will end up alone. (Your in 10th grade chill dude)

All that until the greatest day of his life were he met you. You were the new student and he immediately volunteered to show you around, became your partner in assignments and your new best friend.

To be honest you were smitten by Tyler, nobody gave you that much attention before and it wasn’t long before the schools pretty boy was your boyfriend. Tyler was thrilled that everyone in the school knew that you were his and he yours. And oh dear how Tyler admired you, you were so attractive, strong, smart and capable. He was so excited to finally settle down (dudes only 17), after graduation.

And Tyler always wanted to impress you, he would join his mother while cooking making sure to pack your lunch, clean your room while he visited you and even did your laundry. Wait didn’t you have more underwear?

And in exchange he just wanted to be pampered back. He would give you his bag if it was heavy, would depend on you for homework and always expected you to stand up to the jocks when they made fun of his more feminine clothes.

And oh did I mention that Tyler was a little bit manipulative, just a tad bit but I mean why would you need friends, you can go shopping with Tyler. Your family goes on vacation? Ditch them and go with Tylers family instead, they have the money don’t worry. You should also consider his parents, they were so supportive of him and you, his dad even showed you the family business if you wanna inherit it.

So when your graduation day finally came you and Tyler hosted a party together, and after you had a few drinks Tyler dropped on his knee and asked the big question, to which you in your tipsy state happily agreed.

So don’t be surprised when 2 months later Tylers parents bought you two a house (yes they’re that rich), your Tylers dads new intern and your lovely fiancé plans the most romantic wedding ever. And hey, there’s no escaping now darling.

Thanks for reading please let me know if you enjoyed it 💛

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Eyes on the mirror - part 2.

Pairing: neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader Rating: +18, NSFW Words count: 3814 Summary: Dinner at Frankie's mom's is a disaster, she doesn't like you at all but her son doesn't fail to show you how much he likes you instead. Tags/Warnings: POV second person, no use of y/n, reader wears a dress and heels, she has hair but it's not described, no mention of her skin tone, she doesn't blush, she understands Spanish (but I didn't write sentences in Spanish because I don't know how to do it and I don't want to do it badly when I'm already writing in a language that is not my native), Frankie's mom is pretty conservative, traditionalist and closed-minded and she's mean towards reader, unprotected p in v (do better irl, please), sex in front of a mirror, oral (m receiving), Frankie is a good man ❤︎ and we love that for him. A/N: It's an emotional work, it's smut, but it's smut with feelings and I think I put a lot of myself into it. So I ask you to be especially delicate. This Frankie is the same guy from You look like a fun place to sit and Give me more. Thanks again @aurorawritestoescape and @arcanefox207 for your precious help and advices ❤️ I made a few changes from the first draft, English is not my first language, any mistake is still on me, so if you come across one I’m very sorry. @joelmillerisapunk just 🥹🥹🥹💖 Part 1 ⎮ Frankie Masterlist ⎮ Masterlist

Frankie's mom has the same eyes as her son, brown, big and deep, but there is a sharpness in them that does not belong to Frankie's. 

She has a simple, well-groomed appearance, wearing a white tunic dress that comes down to her knee, her hands are slightly cracked but her manicured nails are painted a pearly pink. 

She is a short, thin woman with the haughty, imperious appearance of someone who doesn’t let anyone step on her toes, a woman ready to bargain, to work hard, to take care of an entire household without anyone's help.

She's a tough lady and you're pretty sure she hates your guts.

 She addresses you rather nicely but you can tell something is wrong.

Her tone of voice sounds mocking and she's constantly whispering things to Frankie in Spanish that you don't hear well but you're pretty sure aren't anything nice.

“So what do you do, dear?” she asks you with a forced smile, sitting at the head of the table as she has arranged you and Frankie facing each other.

“I…um…work in a graphic design studio,” you mutter.

Frankie quickly adds, “She's so good at her job!” 

The way he’s trying to enhance your skills since you arrived moves you, but his mom doesn’t seem impressed.

Mrs Morales is intimidating, staring at you like she’s trying to catch every single flaw you have.

You can't even use your usual sarcasm because she would surely think you were insolent and certainly not right for his son.

“Have you done anything that I might have seen? Any national commercials?” she prods.

“Um, I don't think so, we're a pretty small studio at the moment, we've mostly worked on graphics for local stores and websites for professionals here, you know.” 

“Oh.” She raises her eyebrow. ”I see.”

Trying to compliment her, you say the food is delicious, the best you've ever eaten, and she reserves a cold “thank you”

Then she presses you again, “Can you cook?”

You lower your gaze to your plate and admit, “no, actually, I'm not very good at cooking.” 

“What do you usually eat?” she asks suspiciously. 

"Um...well...I can cook pasta and eggs..." you try to say and she looks at you in shock as if you just said donkeys can fly.

“Mom, please” Frankie tries to calm her down and she hisses at him “she will starve you!”

He hisses in turn “I am not perished! And she’s adorable, she’s smart, kind, funny and beautiful”

You feel Frankie's sorry look comforting you from across the table, he's doing what he can and you are truly grateful, but right now there’s nothing that can make you feel happy to be here.

You don't want to fight with her because you love Frankie and you know he loves his mother, you don't want to lose him because of scowling at her.

You see her giggling and shaking her head and you feel like crying but you don't, you don't want her to add ‘pathetic’ as one of your flaws.

She turns to Frankie and says something like, “How can you be with someone like that?” in Spanish. 

Frankie leans over the table and reprimands her, “Mom, stop it.”

She responds irritated in Spanish, “why? She is no good at cooking, and that job? Tsk, you don't want to marry her, do you?”

Frankie rolls his eyes and hisses, “Mom!”

You understand Spanish just fine but all this whispering is putting a strain on you, you just want her to see how much you care about Frankie and for her to like something about you. 

Even the dress didn't have the effect you had hoped for, she looked down on you even though her son had chosen it.

You brought her flowers and a cake to be nice and she huffed about the flowers because she would have to find a suitable vase to put them in and as for the cake, you bought it, so obviously it’s another proof of your failures in the culinary field.

She waves her hand at Frankie to shush him and turns back to you.

“Do you want anything else, sweetheart?” nodding at the serving dishes in the center of the table with another fake smile. 

Your stomach churns and you respond politely that you are full.

She turns back to Frankie, squinting her eyes, "she won't even eat! how is she going to give me grandchildren?!”

You look at your hands resting on your lap, feeling lousy and tired. 

Frankie must see this clearly because he finally blurts out, “Mom, if you don't stop now, we're leaving! She has done nothing wrong to you to be treated like this”

Mrs. Morales brings a hand to her chest, a shocked grimace is painted on her face. 

 “How dare you address your mother like that! I'm just trying to protect you, she's clearly not good for you!” She no longer even bothers to say it whispering in Spanish so that you wouldn't understand, in fact you think she said it loud and in English precisely so that her disappointment would be clear to you. 

You get up while they are still busy arguing and lock yourself in the bathroom. 

You knew this evening would be a disaster, but you hoped so hard that you were wrong. 

You’re glad Frankie stood up for you but you never wanted him to fight with his mother because of you. 

You hear their angry voices in the distance as they continue to argue and you feel so guilty.

You sit on the floor on the turquoise tiles in Mrs. Morales' bathroom, thinking only about how much you want to get out of here.

After a few minutes you hear a knock on the door. 

 “Honey, open up, it's me” You get up and reluctantly open the door.

“Hey, come here” Frankie says to you as soon as he sees your eyes on to the brink of tears.

He closes the door behind him and takes you in his arms, holding you tightly. 

You hide your face in his chest, letting the soothing warmth of his body envelop you. 

He strokes your back and whispers, “I'm so sorry, you don't deserve any of this.”

“I wanted her to like me so much,” you sob. 

“I know, honey, it's not your fault. She is fixated on things I don't care about. But you don't have to worry, everything will be fine.”

You pull away from him “I don't want you to fight over me”

"She can’t treat you like that, I'm the one who wants to be with you, and I like you the way you are.”

“Yeah, but…it’s still your mum,” you murmur.

“I gave her a little speech, don’t worry, you’ll be fine now,” 

Frankie smiles, leaving a kiss on your forehead and caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears. “Don’t cry.”

“What did you say to her? You didn't threaten her not to visit again, did you?” you ask worriedly. His eyes become a little shy, he’s quiet for a moment and then whispers to you, “no, I didn't tell her that.” 

“What then?” his enigmatic expression that doesn't let anything out intrigues and agitates you. 

He looks straight into your eyes and candidly admits, "I told her that I love you." 

You've felt it in the air for some time but now that you've heard it come out of his mouth, plain and simple, you are stunned. 

“Do you mean it?” You ask in a low shaking voice, looking into his big brown eyes for evidence of his sincerity. 

"I've never been so serious, miss," he smiles at you, expectantly. 

And then you feel you can say it, no matter how scary it is for you, “I love you too.” 

It doesn't seem real to you that you have just made yourself so vulnerable in front of him, your neighbor who until a few months ago was bothering you while now you feel you have a total and deep connection with him, no matter how much you poke and bicker at each other, your heart sings every time you are with him and you feel it loud and clear in your chest as it skips a beat every time Frankie looks at you a certain way, smiling with his eyes, with those little wrinkles around them and that dimple on his cheek that you adore. 

You love the way he mumbles in the morning as soon as he wakes up, the way he stretches under the covers and then again as soon as he gets up, his golden skin under the morning light, his playfully mischievous eyes that settle on you while you're still lying down trying to wake up, the way he always leans down to give you a kiss, whispering, “Good morning, princess.”

You also love how he keeps that silly little cap glued to his head at every opportunity.

You like kissing him and feeling his lips tasting like coffee, you like the way he hugs you as if he wants to shield you with his body and protect you from the world, you like the way his eyes become attentive and receptive when they rest on you and the way he listens to you, remaining silent and caressing your hand as if to invite you to tell him anything that is on your mind. 

You love how loyal he is to his friends, how he takes care of people, you love when he tries to make you breakfast even though he leaves a mess in your kitchen as if a barbarian invasion passed through.

And you love him now, standing in his mother's bathroom, hugging you as if only you existed in the world. 

“I love you,” you repeat and he looks at your face as if he wants to study the map of how much you truly care about him on it.

His hands slide down your back to your butt and he pushes you hard against him without breaking eye contact. 

His eyes are dark, his pupils dilated, he squeezes your butt tightly and then kisses you. 

You know exactly what he wants and you whisper into his mouth as soon as you break away from the passionate, deep kiss in which he engulfed you, “Not here, come on, take me home.”

He turns to the door and locks it still holding you close. 

“Let it go, baby, it’s okay” he replies and winks at you.

Feeling so desired by him is a real relief after feeling stupid and unfitting all night.

He turns you to the large mirror above the sink, leans to your ear and whispers, “Look at yourself.”

His hands move up your back, reach for the zipper of your dress, and begin to pull it down.

You look at him and he rebukes you, “eyes on the mirror, honey. Watch yourself while I do it.”

He slides off your dress breathing on your skin while you keep your eyes fixed on the mirror. 

You remain in your bra and panties. 

He brushes against your skin, rising on your arms only with his fingertips, climbing up your shoulders, your collarbone, the point where your shoulders and your neck meet and up to the column of your neck until he reaches your jaw. He tilts your head a bit and holds your chin to make sure you’re going to watch the entire time.

He holds you so that you can lean against him, and with his other hand he reaches down to your stomach, touching the hem of your panties.

You sigh happily as he slides two fingers under the fabric and caresses your folds, slides down the sides to the bottom and pushes upward. 

You moan softly, “Frankie, please” 

“Don’t be impatient, babe” he reprimands.

He curls your panties between his fingers and starts brushing them over your folds, you whine at the sensation as he tilts your head down a little bit to make sure you’re seeing what he’s doing. However you would not be able to watch anything but his movements. Right, left, right, left Frankie's fingers expertly maneuver the fabric over your pussy.

Your inhibitions are long gone, everything is faded and far away. 

There is only you and Frankie.

He suddenly lets go of your panties and massages you over them, soaking the material in your juices. You’re so wet that it doesn’t take much for his fingers to get wet too. 

Your breath becomes shallow as his hand slithers under the fabric and he begins circling your clit.

You can already feel your legs going weak so you raise your arm and place your hand behind his neck to keep yourself more stable against him. 

“Yeah, just like that honey. You want me to make you feel real good, huh?” Frankie’s voice vibrates against your neck and you mewl a yes feeling your body mold for him. 

Your eyes are fixed on the mirror.

You see your hot and bothered face, your lips parted, your pleading eyes and your body impossibly tense against him. 

It’s all painted there, the amount of desire and hunger that you have for him, a grimace of lust and need spread out on your features. 

“Fuck me,” you babble.

“Yeah? You want my big cock inside, baby? Want me to fill you to the brim?” Frankie’s smirk is wide on his face, you see his eyes focused on you, and his commanding tone sends shivers down your spine as he doesn’t stop rubbing on your clit. 

“Yes” you breathe “please”

Your legs wobble as you try to stand on your feet while he undresses. 

His shirt falls on his mother’s bathroom tiles, he unbuckles his belt and places it on the countertop, he kicks off his boots, unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs, stamping on them to get them off his feet.

Through the mirror you see him standing behind you, wearing only his boxers, the muscles of his chest highlighted by the lights, his soft belly just above his boxers that makes your mouth water, the happy trail that goes to hide inside, his strong thighs and the imperious erection that grows between them.

 It's a perfect picture of everything that makes your head spin.

“On your knees, baby, I want to feel your mouth first,” he orders you. 

You immediately kneel, feeling your heart flutter in your chest, the coolness of the tiles on your shins, and his simmering gaze dominating you from above.

You caress his hips, pulling down his boxers, and taking them off, and his cock finally springs free and almost smacks your face towering before your eyes. 

You take him in your hand, feeling that familiar warmth, the softness of his skin, the pulsing of his veins, as he leaks pre cum within an inch of your lips.

As soon as it slips on your tongue you feel a new slick of arousal dripping on your panties.

You lace your gaze with his, your open mouth curved at the edges in a smirk as you let him in, you love doing this to him. 

You usually take in as much as you can while taking care of the rest with your hand but tonight you want to feel it all the way down, so you relax your throat as much as you can and keep sliding it until you feel the tip touch the bottom. 

You have a slight hint of a gag reflex that you manage to quell right away and you keep him there, nestled inside you, pulsing on your tongue as he looks at you raptly and whispers, “God, you're amazing.”

And then you begin to suck him, slowly, enjoying every moan and every involuntary twitch of his hips, cocooning him with your tongue.

You’re fully immersed in the act, intent on giving him all the lustful pleasure you can, licking his tip like a lollipop, swirling your tongue around and collecting his oozing pre cum.

And then you go down again, spreading it on his shaft, mixing it with your saliva, hollowing your cheeks to suck him as deep as you can.

Frankie is whimpering and you know how much he’s close to the edge.

Your hand caresses his base, then you move it to his balls, with every intention of getting him to finish in your mouth and swallow everything he gives you but he grabs your wrist, stopping you.

You let him out with a pop, passing the tip over your lips and smacking it against them twice, wetting them with his pleasure.

You give him a mock pout for stopping you but the truth is you can't wait to feel him split you in two. 

He smiles at you, taking your hand and helping you up, you give him a kiss with your mouth still smeared with him. 

He turns you back towards the mirror and gently orders, “bend over the sink”

He slides your panties down your legs, exposing your drenched pussy, bending down to admire it, “So fucking wet…it’s all for me, baby?”

“Just for you, always,” you turn to look at him and see him leaning behind you as he reaches down and licks your folds, a long deep lick that makes you gasp.

“So good, honey, I would never get tired of this perfect pussy.” His voice vibrates on your skin sending a thrill all over your body.  “It’s the only part of you that I like to see weep for me” 

His rough voice charged with ardor and his words send you into a frenzy.

He comes back to stand behind you and looks at you in the mirror, resting his large hands on your hips, “You are so fucking beautiful like this.”

You feel his cock rub against your folds, and you throb intensely overwhelmed by your craving, you mewl at him and he finally aligns with your entrance and starts to push in. 

You slowly stretch around him, he groans as he slides into you, every inch of his length parting your walls.

His hands still clasp your hips, holding you steady as he gives you a moment to adjust. 

You're full of him and you wouldn't want to be any other way.

Frankie holds you firmly as he sinks into you, slowly at first and then increasing the pace as your moans grow rougher and closer, his balls slamming against your ass in a feverish rush.

“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing my cock so hard.”

He pulls you toward him, his fingers reaching for your nipples, tweaking and tugging.

You can't help but look in the mirror now and what you see is the most exciting sight you've ever had before your eyes.

Your body is completely surrendered to him, your skin glistening with tiny droplets of sweat, your hair disheveled, your expression ecstatic, Frankie's hands firmly clinging to your hips as the wet, squelching sounds of his cock pounding incessantly in your cunt fill the room along with your moans and Frankie's groans.

And Frankie is literally a dream, his broad figure towering over you, his mouth roaming your neck, his hands enveloping your tits, squeezing them so right. 

He’s completely lost in you, his eyes half-closed, his tongue darting out from time to time soothing your sweaty skin. 

Now you know that you have never experienced such strong feelings in your life. 

You thought so, but you were wrong. 

It’s not the usual cliché of feeling complete with someone else, you are already a whole. 

It’s the fact of knowing that you can share with him, that you do not have to be afraid to be who you are with him. It is the fact that he knows how to understand the workings of your brain and unravel the skein that tangles it. It is the fact that you can feel that there is nothing you cannot face together. It is the fact of feeling seen, perceived for who you really are and held close for it.

It's knowing that wherever you run, Frankie will pick up the crumbs you leave on the road and bring them back to you.

And you had no idea that it could really be like this.

You always thought, it's only 4 months, don't push it when in the meantime he proceeded to tiptoe into your heart without even being noticed and sat there, waiting for both of you to be ready to say the most terrifying words out loud. 

Not "I need you" but "I'm so damn happy you're here", not "you're mine" but "I love holding your hand as I navigate my life.”

Not by owning, but by letting you do your own thing while you look at each other and think, “this is the person I love and I am proud of them.”

You're just out there being the most fragile human sometimes but you're never afraid to break down next to him.

Frankie comes, dripping onto your walls, his orgasm and whimpers shuddering against your body.

He wraps one of his big, strong arms around your hips and holds you up against him.

And you're safe, really safe, being vulnerable in front of a mirror, watching yourself come apart for him, feeling every inch of your body catching fire while Frankie is the match and the water at the same time. 

He holds you tight until you both recover normal breathing, still nestled inside you. 

He pulls out and embraces you, leaving small kisses on the soft skin near your ear, his large hands caressing your back. 

“I love you so much” he whispers once you make eye contact again.

“I love you too, Morales” you smile, tracing his cheek with your fingertips.

You both get dressed and leave the bathroom. 

You walk down the hallway leading to the living area as you wonder how much his mother heard. You cannot even quantify how long you were locked in the bathroom but it was worth every second. 

You find her in the living room, watching TV with the volume on full blast.

Frankie approaches his mother, without saying anything, rests his hand on hers while she has her eyes fixed on the telenovela you watched with your granny. 

“Do you think Javier will finally be able to confess his feelings to Lola?” you ask quietly. 

She turns, just for a moment, and finally gives you a genuine smile.

For the first time you feel that maybe, after all, despite the way you and her son just desecrated her bathroom, all is not lost. 

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♡ I Can't Keep You Off My Diary ─ pt i

♡ I Can't Keep You Off My Diary ─ pt iI Pairing ── Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Reader! | Apollo!Daughter Word ── 2k Synopsis ── In wich Clarisse see drawings of herself in reader's diary. Warnings ── Nothing much? (I hope), Clarisse and her group being annoying as usual, Reader being the target of their teasing? A bit of low self-steem? Insults of reader's apparence? (nothing related by weight, height or strong facial features or body limbs) Please help me with this, I'm new lol A/n ── English is not my native language, forgive any mistakes! Please alert me if any of the nicknames might be offensive to any racial group. I would hate for that to happen, and it’s not my intention. However, since my native language is not English, some of the nicknames may not have racial connotations in my language – which might happen in English. I appreciate your help with this! Please, let me know if it's good hehe :) Part ii has been released, go check it out! *Images are not mine, so credit goes to the respective owners

Y/n wasn’t like any other child of Apollo. She stood out from the more predominant characteristics of all her siblings. The truth was that she often felt like an ugly duckling, with no hope of turning into a beautiful swan.

Amidst her siblings—blond, red-haired, or light-brown, with eyes ranging from honey to the brightest green—Y/n stood out, but not because she radiated more light than the others. Her beauty was cold. While the others resembled a beautiful morning sunbeam, Y/n kept her rays hidden behind layers of clouds—enough to light the day, but not enough to make it vibrant.

Her dark eyes and hair, along with her lightly tanned skin—barely touched by the sun—set her apart from the other children of Apollo, who seemed to be lovingly kissed by sunlight, vibrant, vivid, golden. These features enhanced Y/n’s cold beauty, making her impossible to go unnoticed. Some even claimed she couldn’t be a child of Apollo if the god himself hadn’t claimed her.

Despite her strong and contrasting characteristics in her cabin, Y/n’s abilities proved her to be a legitimate child of the sun god. In training and combat, her bow was her strongest point, always hitting its mark regardless of whether the target was stationary or in motion. She was also a good healer, like most of her siblings, and helped in the infirmary during tough times—especially after Capture the Flag.

What truly made her stand out, however, were her artistic talents: writing, singing, and drawing. Y/n excelled at everything related to art but insisted on keeping it to herself, even among her talented siblings. This was another distinctive trait: unlike most children of Apollo, she wasn’t a social butterfly. She didn’t flaunt her talents or surround herself with friends like her siblings. Y/n was more introspective but could be a great friend when she wanted to.

Y/n’s cold beauty set her apart from all the other children of Apollo. She didn’t go unnoticed—least of all by Clarisse.

The daughter of Ares had seen Y/n’s arrival at camp, skittish like a scalded black cat. Like everyone else at camp, Clarisse had initially thought, So Hades had a daughter? But the truth came out shortly after the rumors spread. Y/n was a daughter of the sun.

Clarisse, already a standout in her cabin, with her group well-established, “welcomed” the new daughter of Apollo to camp. From then on, whenever Clarisse saw Y/n, it was impossible not to make jokes about her appearance.

“Oh my gods, are you sure you’re Apollo’s kid?”

“If the sun had a cold, dull version, that’d be you.”

“Hey, Winter Apollo, ready to brighten our day? On second thought, don’t—the day might get even worse.”

“I always thought Apollo’s kids were lively and full of energy. But you? You seem to be on night mode all the time.”

Many such remarks were made by Clarisse and her group over the years. Sometimes, Y/n even laughed along—not to appease the children of Ares or ingratiate herself, but because the jokes were genuinely creative. The first time Y/n laughed, it only fueled sharper, slightly more biting remarks.

Clarisse vividly remembered the day. The sun was setting, giving way to night, and Y/n was returning to her cabin after a long day helping in the infirmary. Clarisse and her group were heading to their own cabin, inevitably crossing paths with Y/n.

Y/n looked at the group ahead, her expression neutral. As she moved to step aside and let them pass—hopefully without interaction—she was stopped.

“Well, well, the daughter of Apollo. If that’s really who you are. What’s this? Stole the essence of the sun but forgot to bring it to camp?” Clarisse teased, stopping briefly in her path, scanning Y/n from head to toe with an amused grin as her siblings laughed at her comment.

To the children of Ares’ surprise—especially Clarisse’s—Y/n let out a small laugh. The sound echoed in Clarisse’s ears, her eyes locked onto Y/n. “There’s the glow,” Clarisse thought, captivated by Y/n’s smile.

When Clarisse finally shook off the thoughts and the sound of Y/n’s laugh, her siblings were already piling on more jokes, sharper than before. She quickly snapped back to the present, slipping her hands into her pockets.

“Gods, with the way you are, Apollo might be rethinking his parenthood,” one of Clarisse’s brothers said, gesturing dismissively toward Y/n. This time, the comment didn’t amuse her as much, though the other children of Ares—Clarisse excluded—found it funny.

“Come on, leave our little sunblocked alone. Or she might start crying,” Clarisse said with a playful grin, eliciting more laughter from her brothers as they moved on toward their cabin.

As they walked away, Clarisse’s gaze briefly returned to Y/n, who took a deep breath and resumed her own path, glancing back at the Ares group and briefly meeting Clarisse’s eyes.

From that point on, Y/n wasn’t often seen near the Ares children. Camp was full of demigods, and Y/n would inevitably cross paths with others—or so Clarisse thought. But Y/n mainly appeared in training, the dining pavilion, occasionally in the infirmary, and during Capture the Flag.

Wherever Y/n was, if Clarisse was nearby, her eyes seemed magnetically drawn to the daughter of Apollo. Whether it was a crowded space or an open field, Clarisse couldn’t help but look, even if just for a few moments.

The first time Clarisse’s eyes were locked for more than a few seconds and she couldn’t look away from Y/n was in the dining hall at night, where the daughter of Apollo was talking with her siblings, wearing a beautiful smile and laughing softly with them.

The embers of the flames from the dining hall’s pyre made her dark hair shimmer with red and golden highlights, and her skin reflected the flames almost like a mirror, becoming subtly flushed from the heat and glow of the firelight. Her dark eyes and a smile just a bit wider than usual seemed to brighten the surroundings. Clarisse swallowed hard upon noticing all this and forced her attention back to her own group.

The daughter of Ares tried not to think about the daughter of Apollo over the years, but Y/n had already carved out a place in Clarisse’s curly-haired head. So, every time she spotted Y/n from a distance, Clarisse allowed herself a few seconds to look at her, just enough to take her in, before quickly turning her attention back to her group, pushing thoughts of the daughter of Apollo away.

Those thoughts, however, were about how Clarisse would like to see Y/n more often, how she hoped to talk to her more often... maybe without the sarcastic remarks. But Clarisse’s brain had already made a list of jokes, each one less rude and intimidating than the last, but a little funnier, unconsciously hoping to make Y/n laugh at one of them again.

Until one day, Clarisse, accompanied by two of her group members, was on her way to Hephaestus’s forge. Alec, one of Clarisse’s brothers, had left his sword there to refine its blade since the Capture-the-Flag game was at the end of the month. As they walked across the open lawn where a path led to the forge, Clarisse’s eyes fell on someone sitting in the grass with a notebook and pencil in hand, facing a bird perched on a rock.

The daughter of Ares chuckled through her nose, catching the attention of her brothers, who were casually chatting about a few strategies and how they hoped to defeat the children of Athena in the upcoming Capture-the-Flag. Alec and Darius smiled, amused, as they followed Clarisse across the lawn.

“Look at that, it’s ‘Apollo on mute,’” Clarisse said as they got close enough, causing the bird on the rock to quickly fly away and Y/n to look up at her, squinting slightly against the brightness of the day. Alec and Darius’s laughter was audible. Clarisse glanced at the open notebook in Y/n’s hands, which contained a few sketches: on one page was the landscape of the field, and on the other, the startled bird. “What do we have here?” Clarisse said, snatching the notebook from the other girl, who jumped up immediately.

“Clarisse, give it back!” Y/n said loudly, nervous, stepping closer, but Alec and Darius were quicker, positioning themselves in front of her to prevent her from reaching Clarisse, who held the notebook in her hands.

"Ah, what’s the matter?" Clarisse said with an amused laugh, and Y/n looked at her nervously, casting the same uneasy glances at Alec and Darius, who were thoroughly enjoying the daughter of Apollo’s reaction. "You’re not half bad at drawing, Ray-less." The daughter of Ares turned her attention back to the notebook, flipping a page and finding a drawing of a rose with many thorns curling across both sheets, along with some scattered phrases, some in Ancient Greek and others in English. Fragments of what seemed to be thoughts. "Oh... look what we have here... is this a diary?" Clarisse said, laughing, as she turned another page to see what else was inside.

"Clarisse, this isn’t funny. Give it back. Now!" Y/n said in a louder tone, reaching her hand out quickly, demanding that the daughter of Ares return her notebook.

"Chill, girl," Clarisse said nonchalantly, looking at the page she had turned to. "Why the rush, Y/n? Did you write down who your crush is in here?" The daughter of Ares laughed, and that was enough for Y/n to try pushing past Alec and Darius, who were standing right in front of her, to snatch the notebook from Clarisse herself.

"Hold it, overcast sky," Alec said with a sarcastic smirk, stopping Y/n from getting any closer.

"Clarisse!" Y/n called out loudly, her eyes fixed on the girl, who had just flipped another page in the notebook.

As soon as Y/n saw Clarisse’s eyes widen slightly and her lips part softly, her heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed hard. "Shit." The daughter of Apollo thought, swallowing again.

"C-Clarisse. Give it back!" Y/n pleaded, her voice trembling, her face starting to turn red, but Clarisse’s eyes remained fixed on the notebook as she turned more pages.

The daughter of Ares’s brothers grew curious, and that was enough for them to move closer to their sister, one on each shoulder, peering at the pages in the hands of a practically frozen Clarisse.

"IT’S YOU!" Darius shouted in delight, and Alec burst into laughter while the two girls stood there, almost like statues.

Some drawings were heroic, worthy of one of those paintings of the Greek gods: Clarisse with her spear, battle clothes, hair and parts of her attire flowing in the wind, claiming her victory over faceless enemy bodies. Clarisse shouting and warring, accompanied by her own army of faceless people.

Other drawings? Something simpler, calm… gentle, perhaps a side of Clarisse she didn’t let many see: Clarisse smiling with her siblings—not a sarcastic or amused smile, the one she always gives after tormenting another poor soul at camp. No, not that one. It was an open, carefree, and relaxed smile. Clarisse with her piercing eyes and long lashes, looking straight at whoever's eyes were on the page. Clarisse with a small smile, just like she had during one of the past campfires, except this time with a flower in her hair. A real flower, pressed between the pages of the same drawing.

Y/n cleared her throat while Alec and Darius laughed beside a frozen Clarisse, who was staring at the drawings.

"Had your fun?" Y/n said, steadying the tremble in her voice, stepping forward and snatching her notebook back quickly. She closed it and started walking back to her cabin. Even though Y/n tried to appear unshaken, the undertone of her voice betrayed her mortification.

Clarisse finally snapped out of it when she heard the firm steps on the dirt fading away. She turned, watching Y/n moving away as fast as she could, while her brothers still laughed beside her.

"Wow, she did more than just write down who her crush was," Alec said, chuckling.

"Congrats, Clarisse, you’ve got yourself a fan," Darius said, laughing even harder, leaning on his sister’s shoulder.

Clarisse brushed Darius’s hand off her, and although her face was flushed, her brows were furrowed, and the glare she shot Darius was far from friendly.

"Shut up, idiot," Clarisse snapped at Darius, irritated, shoving him hard enough to send him to the ground. When she turned to Alec with the same fiery glare, he shut his lips and raised his hands, trying to compose himself. "I swear to the gods," the daughter of Ares muttered angrily, trying to pull herself together.

"Just one question..." Darius said as he got up, catching his breath. "Why’s your face so red?" He smirked, teasing his sister, while Alec struggled not to laugh.

"It’s the sun, idiot." Clarisse said curtly, blaming something else as she started walking again toward Hephaestus's forge, refusing to think about what had just happened.

Alec and Darius followed a few steps behind her, stifling their laughter, while Clarisse stomped forward, determined to keep her thoughts far from Y/n’s notebook. Far from Y/n.

"'Apollo on mute' has her glow," Alec whispered to Darius, who stifled another laugh as they trailed behind Clarisse. "Clari, wait up!" Alec called out, still laughing.

Part 2 >

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Hey so I wanted to request for a ghost x reader, let say she is a new team member top of her field. The only usually thing is that she fights funny, she fights like Bayonetta. If you don't know how Bayonetta is please check her fighting scenes on YouTube.

I really love your writing and hope you can do the request soon. Tag me

Kicking Ass, Taking Names Later

𖤐Pairing: Ghost x Sargent! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐AN: Tbh, had no idea who Bayonetta was but a quick Google and YouTube search later figured it out. And yeah…that is a very…interesting…fighting style and I’ll be getting right on that ( @tired-writers-world )

𖤐Warnings: smut, harsh language, dancing fighting style, kissing/making out, codenames, badly translated French,

𖤐Summary: She's the new Sargent for Task Force 141 and Ghost just can't seem to take his eyes off her, when she is training

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"Alright, she's crazy," Price says, watching his new recruit to Taskforce 141, her name is Y/n L/n and she isn't really new to the Military, she's a Sargent.

She was transferred from the French Military to be here for a mission with the 141 men. She was fortunate to be here, and now when it came to training the boys got to see how quick and cheeky her fighting style is.

She was training with Gaz. Gaz was getting second hand of how good she is. She had him in a headlock, her legs around his neck and she was giving him some teasing words.

"I was told you were good," she says.

"Then l-let me go and I can show you," he grunts. She let's him go and they stood up, Gaz pushes his thumb against his nose thinking it was bleeding. Y/n stood tall, hands behind her back as she waits for Kyle's attacks.

He rushes at her, but Y/n dodges his punch, she moves behind him and kicks his back foot out making him land on his knee.

"Hey!"

"You're not showing me that you're good." She gives him a teasing smile.

"Just hold still then."

"Fine," like Gaz wanted she stays put and he starts to charge at her again, pinning her to the mat and Soap who was standing off to the side ready to mediate when it was necessary watched as Gaz held her wrist and was throwing some playground insults at her, only to feel legs wrap around his neck and yank him backwards off her body.

She cat flips up on her feet and looks at Gaz who held his neck while on his back.

"Sorry for going to hard on you," she says. She puts her hand out for him to take, which he does.

"Yeah? No problem, and no hard feelings," he gives her a smile.

"Y/n!" Price calls for her. She turns and sees the man standing with his arms crossed over his chest, she takes a towel and wipes her forehead.

"Evening Captain," she says with a smile, she then turns to the man standing next to Price. "Who's he?" She asked.

"Oh, right, Sargent this is my Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley."

"Ghost? Oh yeah, Gaz and Soap was telling me about you," she slightly giggles.

"Something funny about my name?" He asked, a bit serious.

"No, but you get dropped on your ass a lot," she was talking about training, Ghost may know what he is doing on the field, but during training he gets his ass handed to him quite often.

Her giggles were the only thing Ghost was really focusing on.

"You speak English pretty well," Simon wanted to change the subject. "For a French woman."

"I learned English in the second grade, and after that, I started to use it more then my native language."

"I don't hear an accent?"

"I hide it very well, when I speak English." She says to him.

"I can't tell if they're flirting or she's trying to get under Ghost's skin," Gaz whispers to Soap.

"Maybe both," Soap whispers back.

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During the mission, Y/n was partnered up with Ghost to go into this bunker, they were on a search and rescue mission while also trying to stop this illegal weapon smuggling, and cartel.

Y/n was in front while Ghost covered her 6.

"Go ahead," she says.

"Hand signals, Sarg."

"You think I use hand signals? Go, Lt," she whispered yelled at him.

"Use them," he grumbles while walking by her. She rolls her eyes and now she was covering him.

The rest of the time it was silent between them. Ghost looks over his shoulder feeling Y/n had pushed up against him.

"You're too close, Sargent."

"I'm trying to look too."

"How are you a Sargent, but take things so unserious?" He asked, annoyed.

"I do take things serious!"

"Back up," he growls under his breath, and she did.

"Will you two stop bickering?" Price says over their earpieces.

"Why'd I get paired up with the French woman?" Ghost says.

"Because she's good," Price reminds Ghost, who looks over his shoulder seeing Y/n have a smirk on her face.

"Because I'm good," she teased Ghost.

"So good she doesn't use hand signals?"

"Shut up, I'm good and you know it," she walks by him and points her gun up and she goes around the corner.

"Hey, you can't just take off," Ghost whispered yelled and chased after her.

"Oh here we go," Soap joins in.

When going through the bunker, Y/n was off on her own looking at a room that looked like was burnt. She picks up a few burned items and picked up a burnt stuffed giraffe. The head was hanging on by a tread, and she felt tears in her eyes.

"What the hell?" Ghost walked.

"I think they were holding children here..." she shows him the stuffed animal.

"Sick bastards."

"Let's move on," she drops the stuffed animal and wanted to leave this room behind, but she doesn't want to forget about it, she used the back of her hand and wiped the tears away from her eyes and Ghost watched as her emotions almost showed.

"Sarg-"

"Let's go," she says again.

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They got to a door that looked like a safe, Ghost had battered the door opened and as they had abruptly entered the room guns and lasers were pointed at the both of them.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" The man in front yells. A small amount of men pointed their weapons at them.

"DROP THEM NOW!" Another yells, Ghost with a grunt tosses his gun to the ground and Y/n does to, both putting their hands up and placing their hands behind their head.

As Y/n kept an eye on the guy in front her hand goes to the handle of her dagger that was held in the back of her vest. She quickly pulls it out and throws it at the front guy.

He holds his bleeding neck and drops to the floor, the men tried to fire at them but Ghost grabbed his pistol and fires at one of the guys. One goes after Y/n.

She lifts her leg and kicks the guy in his stomach sending him to the ground, but he gets back up and tries to go after her feet, she jumps and lands on the guys back, not hard enough to break his back but enough to put him in some sort of pain.

Another goes after her but she swings her foot out tripping him, the one she jumped on, grabbed his dagger from his vest, Y/n grabs his wrist fighting with him, pushing him back taking his hand and twisting it downwards to his stomach.

He was trying his best to avoid the end from going into his stomach, but giving his hand a good push the blade had gone into his kidney.

The other man had something a bit...bigger. A fucking machete, she backed up as the man swung the bigger knife. Her back hit a table and she jumps on it. He tries to slam the blade down, but she had jumped over him.

And grabbed the pistol from the dead mans vest and pulled it out and fired a few shots at the man.

Ghost had some blood on him, but he watched Y/n and how she could handle herself, and her fighting style was weird, he didn't know what she was doing but it was impressive.

"Allez (come on)," she says, he shakes his head and follows her.

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After the mission that turned out to be a success. Ghost had sat across the table from Y/n. She was drinking a beer while speaking with Gaz.

Ghost was still amazed she could fight like that.

"Y/n, where did you learn to fight like that?" Ghost had asked her making her stop her conversation with Gaz and looked at Ghost.

"What do you mean? I've always fought like that."

"I know, but like...did the French Military teach you?"

"Yes and no. They did but I put my own twist on it," she smiles at him. "Pourquoi veux-tu apprendre aussi, Ghost (why are you wanting to learn too, Ghost)."

"I don't understand," he says.

"Why Ghost, do you want to learn?" She rephrases.

"No, not really, I have my own fighting style thank you very much, but...damn...I've never been so impressed with how someone fights like you."

"I fight like a girl."

"A very...very hot girl." He confesses.

"WOAH! GHOST!"

"MATE COME DOWN!"

"Oh?"

"Sorry...I think..." he questioned himself. "It's just impressive, that's all," he says, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

"Aww, someone likes Y/n," Soap teased and Ghost smacked him upside his head. "Ow!"

"Shut up," he mumbles.

"Ghost, even though we didn't seem eye to eye at first, I am flattered...we should work together some other time," she smiles at him.

"Sure," was all he said.

"HEY LOOK CAP'N IS ABOUT TO SING!!" Soap yells as the guys all cheered for Price stepping onto the stage. Ghost had his head down but moved his eyes up to look at Y/n who was smiling at Price singing oh so awful, but it was just funny to watch.

[rin-fukuroi]

𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 [𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: Aventurine x dealer!fem!reader

Warnings: gambling, sexual tension.

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq I'm just starting my blog on Boosty, but I'll be glad if you support me with a subscription and read the full NSFW version of this work there. Soon there will be other works that will not be published on Tumblr.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. VIVIZ — MANIAC

You have long heard from other casino employees about a certain visitor, which comes here quite often, but you have never been lucky enough to meet him until today. The girls sighed languidly, referring to him as a handsome man, preparing to serve him the best drink, for which he would pay generously, and the men working in security only irritably noted that if he visited the institution today, they would only have more work. Then you didn't pay any attention to their words until one of the bar staff squealed with delight, energetically pointing at the blond man who entered the hall.

A dazzling smile, a light gait, but a sly look hidden behind gold glasses, gliding across the tables and the employees standing behind them before playfully sparkling violet-blue eyes rest on you. Your back straightens reflexively, and your fingers wrap around the back of your hand, and you nod in greeting when several men, led by a blond man, approach your poker table. You have been working in the field of gambling for several years, so you can easily notice expensive watches, chains and rings on his hands and a long earring in the ear of an elegant man in a hat, dressed in a black jacket with a fur collar, a turquoise shirt with a small but provocative neckline on the chest and white trousers with patent leather shoes. In total, all the clothes and trinkets of this person can be compared to the cost of your life. Winning will not matter to him, as losing will not greatly affect the quality of his life, which means he simply enjoys a sense of excitement and superiority, since, according to rumors, he plays very well.

«Well…»

— Oh? I haven't seen you before, — the blond man lowers his glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiling slyly at you as soon as you raise your head.

— I'm sorry, sir, today I'm serving you, because the dealer who is more familiar to you is ill, but I assure you, this will not affect the quality of the time spent in our institution in any way, — you kindly answer with a calm expression on your face, which causes the blonde to chuckle softly.

— How official! Relax, honey, — the man leans lower, slightly tilting his head to one side, carefully watching how the expression on your face changes to a more tense one. — It's a pity that… Oh, what was her name? — the blonde pulls away, thinking for a second, trying to remember the name of your colleague, but in the end only sighs briefly, spreading his hands. — It doesn't matter. You've been brought up to date, that we're going to need a separate room, haven't you?

— Yes, sir. Please follow me.

An unpleasant person. It was clear from afar that it was better to stay as far away from him as possible. These vibes of nauseating self-confidence and narcissism definitely don't bode well, but you still humbly do your duty, pulling on a smile and letting the guests into the VIP-room. Usually this room is rented by companies of influential people whose names are so well known to everyone that such guests don't even bother to introduce themselves, because you always know who they are, but these men… You're seeing them for the first time.

Anyway, a job is a job.

— Have a seat, dear guests. Would you like to see the bar menu?

Men in suits silently take their seats, and only an energetic blonde immediately responds to the sound of your voice, standing in front of the last empty chair.

— We'll order the same as usual,— the stranger says sweetly, spreading into a frighteningly sweet smile that sends chills down my spine.

— I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't know…

— Oh, how could I forget! — the blond man clasps his hands in a gesture of apology. — Whiskey on the rocks.

His theatricality is a little annoying, but that's none of your business.

— As you wish, sir.

The female silhouette peeking out from behind the slightly open door and instantly disappearing after the blonde's words only made your task easier, allowing you not to even leave the room. It seems that this man is really very popular among girls, which, in principle, isn't surprising. A pretty face, a thick purse and a sugary voice, like a demeanor, are the pillars that support the classic image of a heartthrob in the eyes of any woman. It would be fascinating if you hadn't met such people before. This place is teeming with both men and women, sometimes even reasonably believing that the whole world belongs to them. Perhaps you would have bought into his charisma too, if you were as frivolous as a bar employee rushing into a room no more than five minutes after the order was placed.

— Thank you, dear. As always, you help out, otherwise my friends seem to be out of sorts today, — the blond man chuckles melodiously, looking at the other five guests. You can almost see in their stern looks the desire to strangle this talkative flatterer, and you can't help but chuckle to yourself.

— Anything for our beloved visitor! Have a nice game, — your friend blushes, smiling shyly before leaving the room, barely restraining a satisfied squeak.

You modestly clear your throat, drawing the attention of everyone at the table to yourself.

— Well, gentlemen, shall we begin?

You leave the button* in front of the blond man sitting first on your left hand. Early* is the most unfavorable position to start the game, but he should have known about it when he sat down here, or is it just an accident?

After the preflop*, while you were deftly shuffling the deck in your hands, someone had already started emptying their glass of whiskey, someone took out a pair of fragrant chocolate cigars. The blonde just watched carefully how skillfully you dealt the cards, not missing a single movement of your fingers. For a second, you even doubted that he didn't trust the new dealer, but every time you dared to look at him, his lips stretched into an even more sugary smile, and his eyes always found yours. Is he trying to get you into the same emotions as the silly waitresses? You wonder how soon he'll lose interest in your indifferent face?

The game went on quite calmly until three people remained at the table, including a smiling blond man.

— Ace of hearts, two of spades, jack of hearts, ten of clubs, two of hearts. The bets are made, you can open, — you say in a monotone voice, glancing at the cards on the table that turn over one by one.

«Street? Not bad…» — you stop looking at the blond's cards before you hear a thud on the table. After looking at the other hands it became clear that there is nothing on the table stronger than two pairs.

— Oh, don't get mad! We've just started, — the blond man raises his hands in an innocent gesture, chuckling softly, it seems, making the man opposite even angrier.

It seems that now you understand a little what the casino guards were so unhappy about, but the more games passed, the more sad the blonde's position became. The empty glasses were hastily replaced with newly filled ones with a new portion of whiskey, and the concentration of smoke in the small room became more and more suffocating, it seems, only exposing the undisguised glee of the men at the table, allowing themselves to mock the blonde, who was catastrophically unlucky today. A flush* against a royal flush, a pair against a square* and, in the end, his hand could only boast of the highest card*. What a disappointment.

— Here, order yourself one more whiskey, — one of the departing men casually tossed a couple of chips in front of the blond man sprawled on a chair, grinning hoarsely before staggering slightly out of the room after the other four, whose loud voices disappeared into the noise of the casino outside the door.

— Sure, — the man who remained at the table smiled gently at the departing acquaintance before taking a sip from his glass.

You wanted to say something, maybe even encourage him, but it's not your way to mind your own business, so you just silently gathered the cards from the table, about to ask the guest to leave the room, when suddenly he spoke first.

— That's not what you expected, is it? — you turn to the blond man, who is resting his head on his own palm. The same strange smile is still playing on his lips, even despite how much money he left at this institution today. He's really weird.

— I don't know what you mean. I don't know how you play, so I couldn't even try to predict the outcome of the game.

— Come on. You know how I play. That girl from the bar told you about me, didn't she?

Annoy.

— Even so, I'm not used to trust rumors, — you reply indifferently, carefully putting the cards back in the box.

— In that case, now you can conclude that I'm a lousy player? Oh, that would be unfortunate, because everyone has unlucky days.

— I don't think it's about luck, — you wanted to say that someone should just drink less and make less risky bets, but you restrained yourself, maintaining professionalism.

— Ho-oh? Then what is it? — the blond man perked up even more, waiting curiously for your answer.

— It is not appropriate for me to give advice to visitors, because my earnings, among other things, depend on them.

— That's how it is! So I was wrong when I decided that you weren't like the other girls looking at my wallet?

— It turns out that it is. But I'm looking at the wallets of every potentially profitable player for me, — you shrug your shoulders. — And now, if you'll excuse me, you should leave the room, since the game is over.

— How pragmatic, you remind me of someone I know, — the blond man, as if he hadn't heard your last words, gets up from his chair, coming closer. — So you don't believe in luck, huh?

The man leans slightly forward, looking into your eyes from under the half-lowered glasses on the bridge of his nose. The expensive sweet fragrance of the perfume instantly cuts into your nostrils, and you take a small step back.

— It's absurdly to rely only on luck in poker. That's all I wanted to say.

— Hm-m … — the blond man pretends to think. — You're right. Then what about roulette?

— Even roulette has its own patterns, but if we don't go into details, of course, this game revolves exclusively around chance.

— Great! Then can we play? — the man turns towards the roulette table, which has apparently not been used for a long time, in the corner of the room.

— I'm afraid my shift is already over… — you frown, even before you finish, he interrupts you.

— Oh, I was so catastrophically unlucky today that I just want to win back at least another game, otherwise I won't be able to sleep peacefully tonight… Are you really that heartless?

— You can use the services of a croupier and play roulette in the hall.

— It would be sad, because I already liked you, — the blonde smiles, looking into your eyes again.

— If you're trying to flirt with me like that, then I'm in a hurry to upset you — it won't work, — you reply irritably, about to leave, when suddenly a weak grip on your wrist stops you.

— I'm sad to hear that, but what if I make a bet?

You turn around, batting your eyelashes in puzzlement when you meet the sharp gaze of a man's violet-blue eyes.

— You can't play roulette without betting, what's the point of all this?

— Let's say… if my bet plays out, you owe me a kiss, what do you say?

You almost boil with anger, looking at this personification of self-confidence standing in front of you.

— I'm not going to play your games, let go of my hand.

The attempt to pull back your hand was unsuccessful, on the contrary, only forcing the blond to pull you closer.

— It seems that luck isn't on my side today, so if I lose, I'll just leave.

The desire to just slap him in the face is almost impossible to ignore, but you wouldn't be working here if you weren't a gambling person too. Your lips stretch into an arrogant smile as you approach the blond man's face, slightly squinting your eyes.

— In that case, on what number* will you put it on?

The blond man's eyebrows rise, after which a ringing laugh is heard in the room.

— I knew you could entertain me! — the man lets go of your hand, but does not take a step away from you before saying softly. — I'm betting on zero.

«He's crazy!»

You almost laughed at how crazy his bet turned out to be, but it sounds like he's already agreed to leave you alone, so you just smiled, silently retreating to the corner of the dimly lit room. The table has indeed not been used for a long time, having already become covered with a layer of dust, but you take a small ball, gently rolling it in your hand before turning towards the blond man who remains standing at the poker table. He doesn't seem to care at all that he's going to lose now, and the smile doesn't leave his face for a second. It will be all the sweeter to see how the expression on his face will change when he loses.

— Your bet is accepted, — you say loudly before spinning the roulette wheel by throwing a ball at it.

The man doesn't even look at the spinning roulette wheel, instead watching your eyes follow the ball as it slides across the sectors.

12, 35, 3, 26, and finally….

— It can't be… — you whisper, eyes wide open and just looking at how the ball stopped at zero.

— Ho-oh? What's is it? Judging by your reaction, did I win? — the blond man grins, slowly removing his hat from his head and leaving the hat on the edge of the poker table.

This can't be happening. Betting on numbers is always a huge risk, because the chance that the ball will stop at the chosen one is incredibly small. Was he… really just lucky?

You purse your lips, summoning all the self-control you have to turn to the man with an indifferent expression on your face.

— That's right, congratulations on winning, sir.

— M-m… it's not just a win, you remember the conditions, right? — the blond man says playfully, slowly walking towards you, until finally he towers over you, elegantly ripping the glasses off his face.

«This jerk has probably been rehearsing this for years…»

— I didn't have to accept such bets at all, — you mutter irritably.

— I understand your disappointment, but still, you accepted it. Be kind enough to hand me my prize, — you look into the extraordinarily beautiful eyes of a man, trying your best to deny how really attractive he looks without glasses and a hat.

— Ahem… okay. But can I at least get your name? I wouldn't want to kiss a complete stranger.

— Huh? So you don't know who I am? How cute, — the blond man squints, breaking into a smile. — You can call me Aventurine. And you… — the man hooks the badge on your chest with the tip of his finger. — Y/N.

Where have all your old composure gone? They probably got lost somewhere in the midst of this madness, which for some reason you signed up for, following your own excitement. Self-confidence is just as much your enemy as Aventurine, only in this case he is elated with victory, and you are trying to collect your thoughts in order to fulfill the conditions of the game he started.

— Excuse me… — you mumble awkwardly before pressing your lips to the man's cheek, leaving as quick a kiss as possible to hastily turn away, hiding the blush that has appeared on your face.

— Hey! And what was that? — Aventurine says in disappointment, touching the place of your kiss with the tips of his black-gloved fingers.

— You asked for a kiss, but didn't specify which one, — you try to sound confident, but still mentally berate yourself for not being able to look into his eyes right now.

— Oh… — the blond man sighs heavily, pulling away and approaching the roulette table. — I'm not satisfied with such a victory. Let's do it again.

— Huh?! — you cry out indignantly, looking at the back of the impudent man rolling the ball around the zero sector. — I shouldn't be here at all, and neither should you!

— I'm betting on zero again.

You freeze, raising an eyebrow when you turn to Aventurine.

— You're going to lose.

— Maybe, — the man shrugs, turning to face you and leaning on the edge of the table. — But if the bet plays out again, you'll give me a real long kiss.

— I'm not going to waste my time on this madness. The chances of hitting zero a second time are so small that it's easier for you to just leave this room right now, since it's simply impossible to play this bet.

— Let it be so. You don't lose anything if you're so sure of my defeat, do you? Besides, didn't you say that you don't give advice to the players?

It annoys you how logical his words sound. But what's even more annoying is that you really doubt it. It's just not possible. You have to show this arrogant idiot his place.

— Okay, — and here you go back to the roulette table again. — But if you lose, you will never return to this casino again.

Aventurine's purple eyes widen before flashing a gambling spark.

— And you know how to make the game more interesting, — the man grins, picking up the ball from the table, carefully leaving it in your hand. — I agree.

This will be the craziest bet anyone has ever made in the entire existence of this casino. And it only fuels your interest too. You spin the wheel in anticipation by throwing the ball. Your heart is pounding in your chest, as if your own life is at stake. It's been a long time since you've experienced such adrenaline, no matter how absurd what's happening, because it's worth it to win…

— Ha-ha! It seems that today is really my day, — Aventurine grins as the ball slowly rolls and stops at sector zero. Again. — The money I lost in poker was worth spending all my luck on such a tempting prize.

Impossible. He just did the impossible. What were the chances? The mind is so devastated by shock that you can't even approximate the probability, just silently looking at the green sector in amazement.

— You're not… cheating, are you? — you're almost whispering, without opening your eyes from the little ball.

— What cruel accusations! How, tell me, could I cheat at roulette? — the man clicks his tongue in frustration, slowly wrapping his arm around your waist before pulling your body towards his. — If these are just assumptions without any evidence, I think it's time to start awarding the second prize.

The lips open, releasing a soft sigh into the air. You feel the warmth emanating from his body, the smell that his nauseatingly expensive clothes exude, and you feel his measured breathing on the skin of your face when Aventurine bends down, almost touching his lips to yours and freezes.

— I'll make it easier for you this time, — the blond whispers, letting his warm breath caress the delicate skin of your lips.

— What do you mean?.. — the only thing you managed to say right before Aventurine's lips covered yours.

Long fingers dive into your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back, and he deepens the kiss, insistently making his way with his tongue through your lips, which are not too resisting. A soft moan dissolves in Aventurine's mouth, and your fingers desperately cling to the fabric of the shirt on the man's chest, but still you respond to the kiss, allowing your tongue to stick out a little further, slowly waltzing in tandem with his. The shock was instantly replaced by a mixture of embarrassment and a flutter in his chest. It seemed that this kiss lasted forever, so harmonious, gentle, but passionate, as if you have known each other for so long that Aventurine doesn't need much effort to make you melt in his hands, which you allow to touch your body.

Lips gasp for air as soon as Aventurine pulls away, looking at your flushed, relaxed face, which isn't touched by the former cold indifference with which you looked at him all evening.

It's a strange feeling. From the very beginning, when you saw this man, the only thought that you would never in your life become infatuated with just his presence somewhere nearby was ingrained in your head, now fighting for supremacy with the unwillingness that he would let you go. You shouldn't give in to this.

You gently press on Aventurine's chest, shuddering as soon as you feel his warm skin under your fingertips, noticing that you touched this very seductive neckline.

— Is that all? I have to go… — you say softly, trying to get out of Aventurine's hands, but he's not even going to let go of your waist or your cheek, to which his palm is still pressed.

— Really? Well, then I won't hold you back, — the blond man grins, still continuing to prevent your imaginary escape.

— Then let me go. I gave away your winnings and I don't owe you anything else.

— Yes, you did, — the man whispers, gently stroking your cheek with a thumb in a leather glove.

You look at each other without saying a word and freeze like statues. The muffled sounds of slot machines, clinking glasses and laughter come from the hall outside the door, breaking the silence that hangs between the two of you, but you can't hear anything else except your own rapid heartbeat throbbing in your ears. A strange warmth spreads in your chest, gradually sinking down, and a heavy weakness settles in your legs, which doesn't allow you to move from your place.

«What are you doing, Y/N?», — you ask yourself one last time before you swear unintelligibly under your breath, grabbing Aventurine's shirt in order to involve the man in the kiss again. Greedy, careless, but you needed it. The blonde's palm shamelessly moves to your buttocks, covered with black trousers, gently squeezing the elastic flesh, and your fingers slowly slip under the neckline in the shape of an inverted heart, caressing the heated skin of Aventurine's chest.

— W-wait… — you suddenly break off the kiss, breathing heavily and looking at the purple irises covered with long eyelashes.

— What's is it? I won't complain that the dealer is harassing me if you're worried about it, — Aventurine grins, forcing the expression on your face to change to the old irritation.

— This is wrong. I don't have to…

— I don't care about the rules, — the man tilts his head to one side, smiling playfully. — I'm betting on black.

— What? — you ask discouraged, watching the man's fingers hastily undoing the buttons of your white shirt.

— If I win, now you'll be my prize, — Aventurine winks at you before opening the cotton fabric on your chest, noticing you are wearing a black lace bra. — Tsk-tsk, how unlucky you are today. I won again.

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The button is a special chip marked "D", transmitted clockwise and identifying the dealer (in this case, the dealer is an employee of the casino, so the button only determines who will bet first).

The early position is the player's place at the poker table, located immediately behind the dealer.

Preflop is the initial stage of the poker game, which includes the distribution of cards and the first bets, including blinds.

A straight is a combination of a sequence of five cards.

A hand is a combination of two cards in the player's hands.

A flash combination of five cards of the same suit.

Royal flush is the strongest combination of cards from 10 to ace of the same suit.

A pair is a combination of two cards of the same value (for example, two aces).

A square is a combination of five cards of the same value (for example, four aces).

The highest card is the card of the highest value of all lying on the table.

In roulette, it is possible to bet on one color, on even and odd numbers, and so on, including you can bet on a specific number, which is quite risky due to the reduced chances that such a bet will play, but the winnings from it are multiplied by 35.

[larissareadings]

It’s okay, love.

➤ pairing: Draco Malfoy x gryff!fem!reader (house barely mentioned).

Request: None

tw: eating disorder; mentions of bullying and anxiety attack.

Note: I’ve wrote this based on personal experiences and what I needed at the time. DO NOT read this if it’s not comfortable for you. If you or someone you know is struggling with an eating disorder, please reach out for help.

English is not my native language so I’m sorry if there is any mistakes. This is my first fic ever so it might not be so good. I hope you enjoy it though.

Summary: Y/N is a keeper at the Gryffindor (barely mentioned) team, who has been developing an eating disorder and Draco Malfoy seems to be only one who noticed it.

Y/N always had problems with her body image. At her early teens at Hogwarts she used to be mocked, mostly by Pansy Parkinson and her friends, because she was too thin. When Y/N turned 14, she started gaining weight since she was eating too much due to her increased anxiety, and then she was again being mocked, except now because she was getting fat, and everyone talked about it, even when they didn’t want to be mean, saying things like “you should get on a diet”. By 16, Y/N started focusing on her weight loss journey, she was finally gonna be health, delicate and beautiful as the other girls her age.

Some months later

It was right after the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. They won, of course, since you’ve let too many quaffles go through the goal hoops. You’re a keeper at the Gryffindor team, and you’re good at it. When you’re not dizzy anyway.

“It happened again, didn’t it?”

you heard the familiar voice behind you. It sounded soft, which was not a usual thing. You closed your locker and turned around to face Malfoy. The others had already left the locker room, so now it was just you and him.

"It happened what again, Malfoy?" you asked him, trying to sound indifferent, when you were all, but that. He had some power over you, it was irritating actually, how nervous you would get when he was around.

Malfoy has been acting weird these past few months, he didn't tease you anymore. When his friends said anything about you, he would either just leave or just stare at you, but never laugh with them, never contribute to their bullying. He was the only one in the group who said nothing about your recent weight loss. The others did. Pansy would never loose the chance to say you finally learnt to shut your mouth.

You hated that he hadn't said anything, you worried you hadn't lost enough weight for him to notice, and you wanted him to see that you could be pretty too.

He looked in you up and down, checking you, before focusing on your eyes again and said "Dizziness."

You didn't understand why he was saying this, why he would notice you feeling dizzy. "Yeah.. just a little. I'm bit distract that's all". A few seconds went by where he said nothing, just stood there looking at you. Was that concern in his eyes? You couldn't tell. "Look, uhmm, I don't know where this is coming from, but I have to go. If you have any jokes to make about me being a bad keeper, or an ugly, fat bad keeper or whatever" you noticed him flinch at that, as if it had hurt him. "say it now or leave it for tomorrow 'cause I'm really tired and just wanna go to my bed"

He walked towards you, enough for him to talk low and look closely into your eyes, making you even more nervous, and said "You have to stop this, Y/N, it's making you sick."

"I don't know what you talking about"

Now he let out a breath in disbelief. "Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about? Let my clarify to you, then, It's a very simple concept, really, I thought you would know it by now." He was actually getting angry. "In order to live, people have to eat. It's the only way to get nutrients into your body. Really, Y/N, that's basics"

"I know about that. It's a good thing I eat, then, right?'' You said also angry now with his sudden aggressiveness.

"Do you though? 'Cause what I'm seeing-" he said gesturing to your body "is a girl fading away, a girl who plays with food at lunch instead of actually eating it, a girl who who used to be a great keeper, but now can't barely stand in a broom because is too weak to do so." He could feel his heart in his throat. He was so nervous, so scared you would fall off that broom. More than he could ever admit. He was keeping his worry to himself for months, hoping you would stop, hoping someone would intervene, but no one did. People just kept either praising your weight loss or humiliating you. But he couldn't stop himself anymore, if you had got hurt today, he would never forgive himself.

You felt your heart skip a beat at that. He was worried. Really worried. You didn't know how to react. You felt seen, someone saw what you were going through. But you also felt good, reassured. So you WERE thinner, and he noticed. “You know what? I don’t get it. Weren’t you and your friends the ones who said I was too heavy to play quidditch? that my weight would slow me down? that I would fall? that the broomstick couldn’t take it?” you now had tears in your cheeks. Your vision was blured by the tears and, God, you were so tired.

Malfoly’s heart might’ve actually broke in that moment. He was so angry at everyone who didn’t notice you hurting yourself, when he was actually the who drove you into it.

‘‘I am so tired.” you kept talking now, tears rolling down your face. “Why is it never enough? I’m tired. I’m thin, I’m ugly. I’m fat, I’m ugly too, and disggusting. I need a diet. I do a diet. and now fading away? OH well, just let me be happy for once.and I am happy now, ok? I’m finally beautiful.” You were talking so fast and you were feeling so weak. Malfoy saw that, so he immediately hold you in a hug, preventing you from falling. Your head were now in his chest, and you were trying to stop crying, trying to make your heart go back to it’s normal rhythm.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, love.” He said stroking your hair. “I’m sorry” he said almost inaudible.

After a few minutes you heart and breathing were finally stable again. You detached yourself from his harms, although his hands were still in both sides of your arms. You looked up to him with watery eyes. You hated crying in front of people. "I'm sorry" you said.

"It's okay." He said again, looking back at you. Taking his hesitant hand, like he was afraid to actually break you, to clean your cheeks from the tears. "I promise".

"Why are you doing this?" you were really confused. You had never seen Malfoy this gentle and.. scared?

He caressed you cheeks while looking from your eyes to your mouth. He then joined your foreheads and spoke really low, like a whisper. “I need you, Y/N.”

“what?” you said also in a whisper. you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

“I need you, and I need you to get better. This is making me crazy. I’m scared all the time. I’m scared you’re gonna fall off the stairs, or the broom. I’m scared of you getting hurt. Please.. just- just let me help, ok? Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. Anything.”

“Can you.. uhmm. eat? with me, I mean” you asked detaching your heads to look in his eyes.

“Sure” He said immediately. “Is that all?”

“No.” you let out a breath in relief with his answer and smile a little. “But it may be a start. I think”

“Ok.” He returned your smile. “You should probably talk with someone else, though. Someone who could help more. A professor, maybe. I’ll go with you, if you want me to.”

“Yeah.. ok. Can we go to McGonagall, then? Not now, please. When I’m ready.”

“Of course. Anyone you want, love.” He said looking back at you before you hugging him again. Letting your head rest in his chest while he stroke your hair again. This felt like home to both of you. You were so scared, but he was hopeful. He would do anything for you to feel better.

This whole not eating thing made you so tired, but it was also so addictive. You didn’t know if you could ever get better, but maybe this was a start. Having someone to lean on, someone who cared.. it certainly helped.

[chrisevansonly]

𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

✯charles leclerc x latin!female reader

✯when charles wants to learn some more spanish, he knows he has the best teacher around

✯no warnings v fluffy:)

✯this was requested!! it’s a little short but i hope i did it justice! i cannot speak much spanish, i only really speak english, italian and french so this will probably mostly be written using a translator😅🫶🏻

You looked at Charles, almost wanting to giggle at how sweet he looked, mere moments before this he’d come over asking you if you’d help him with with Spanish. You’d moved to Monaco from Colombia almost 6 years ago, your father expanding his business to the rich and wealthy of Monte Carlo. Of course being a motor sports fan you attended the grand prix in the city a few times, which is where you met Charles almost 2 years ago now.

“You want me to teach you spanish mi alma?”

Charles simply nodded

“What, Carlos can’t teach you?”

“I mean he does, but I’d rather learn from you…”

You couldn’t lie hearing him admit that made your cheeks flush, after thinking about it you nodded, patting the spot on the sofa beside you

“Well you know some at this point, I’m not sure what you want me to teach you”

Charles thought about what exactly he wanted to learn before smiling

“Maybe something about racing, about the cars and you know..”

Now that made you laugh but you obliged

“okay so, el coche se sintió bien hoy, that means that the car felt good”

Charles nodded

“El coche de sintió bien hoy”

You smiled

“You can use that in an interview if you want, something else you can say is estoy orgulloso de correr para Ferrari”

“So something something Ferrari?”

Laughing you hit him gently, knowing he didn’t let you translate first

“It means I am proud to race for Ferrari”

Charles smiled before repeating that back to you once again, his eyes watching yours carefully and meticulously so he wouldn’t miss any tricky words. In reality part of the reason he asked you to help him touch up on his Spanish was because he loved listening to you in your native tongue. He found the language intoxication when you spoke, yet he still struggled if you and Carlos got into heavy conversation: conversation he wished he could be apart of.

“Te amo mi corazón” (i love you my heart)

Smiling you leaned forward to gently hold Charles’s face, pressing your lips to his

“Te amo mucho mi amor, para siempre” (i love you so much my love, forever)

Pressing a kiss to your lips again Charles couldn’t help but smile, you were truly his everything, even if he couldn’t keep up with your language all the time, he made damn sure to make the best effort and get lessons from you.

“You know I might start charging you for Spanish lessons baby…you never know”

Charles laughed, his eyes squinting like they usually did when he smiled or laughed, one of your favourite things about him.

“What my love for you is not payment enough?”

You paused pretending to think about it as Charles placed a hand on his heart

“Chérie tu ma blessé!” (darling, you hurt me) F

If there was one thing you loved about Char it was how dramatic that boy could be, but it didn’t stop you from placing kisses across his face, getting him to smile once again, even if it was his plan all along

“Oh my poor Charlie, how will you ever survive”

“Un beso per favor…?” (a kiss please?)

Smiling you cupped his cheek gently, his eyes watching you intently

“Cómo podría decirte que no.” (how could i ever say no to you)

Happy when your lips met his, Charles knew right then and there you’d be the only person to ever teach him Spanish again.

Especially if he got to request a little extra loving from his favourite girl in the world.

[kyoshithewriter]

Made for You.

Summary: In which there’s a thin line between love and hate.

Wc: 8.3k

Warnings: angst, smut (18+).

A/n: Please enjoy this 8k words of cliched gibberish 🙂. Ignore any typos.

The sight of tall palm trees swaying in the breeze and aquamarine blending into deep blue waters makes the almost two day flight worth it. Yelena rolls her neck and tilts her face towards the sun, enjoying its warmth on her brown skin. Growing up in Jamaica, she took the blue skies, ocean breeze and sunny weather for granted. After living in England for almost seven years, she vows to never make the same mistake again. Seychelles may be thousands of miles away from her home country, but the weather and scenery are almost identical. Yelena was almost bouncing off the walls of her London flat when Camille told her where she wanted her annual birthday trip to be this year. She hated the cluttered city of Prague, the nasty glares and poor customer service they received in Rome and the food in Amsterdam. Yelena’s favourite of the four trips she has joined her friend on was the one they took to Lisbon. The weather was nice, similar to the weather now, and the people were nice as well.

“Yelena! Mon amour!” An excited squeal rings out.

A smile breaks out across her face as Camille dashes from the backseat of a black suv. Yelena’s suitcases bump over asphalt as she drags them in haste to meet her friend halfway. They’re quickly abandoned just as Camille’s within reach to leap into her arms.

“I’ve missed you! I’m so happy you could make it!” Her friend’s voice is muffled in her neck.

“Now who am I to miss a free trip to Seychelles?” Yelena jokes in return as Camille lowers herself to the ground.

“I don’t know, you’re a big and important doctor now who hardly has time for me.” Camille says with a fake pout on her tiny mouth. ‘They have the same mouth’ her brain unhelpfully supplies. The thought sends a surge of adrenaline through her body.

“You’re so dramatic. I declined one FaceTime call because I was swamped with work and you won’t let me live it down.” Yelena mutters in exasperation while reaching down for the handles of her suitcases.

“You’re damn right. I finally get to have you for an entire week and just know you’re making it up to me. First rule, no work calls or texts!” Camille reaches for one of her suitcases. Yelena adjusts the bag slung across her shoulder as she follows her friend to the vehicle.

“I’ll try my best.” Yelena says just to giggle at the sour look her friend shoots at her.

The driver nods his head in greeting with a kind smile on his face before reaching for her luggage to pack in the trunk of the car.

“So… uh….” Yelena clears her throat awkwardly before continuing; “Who’s at the villa?”

The duo climb into the back seat of the van before the driver pulls out of the airport.

“You know the usual, my boyfriend- Steven, Amelia and her boyfriend-Gerard, Noemie and her girlfriend Lili..” Camille trails off absentmindedly while typing away on her phone.

“Oh! And of course Jules. He’s on his way and he said he’s bringing a plus one.”

“Oh okay.” Yelena manages to sound calm even as a storm brews silently within her.

“Yea, maybe he finally got a girlfriend so he’ll spend less time pissing you off this trip.” Camille jokes. Yelena forces a giggle even though the smile on her face feels a little lopsided.

Camille and Yelena met in University in London almost seven years ago. They met freshman year in their third anatomy class when Camille, looking like a deer in headlights, asked her to explain what the professor had just said. Camille quickly realized that English was not the girl’s native language and the lecture was going by quicker than she could keep up with. Yelena not only explained, but she shared all her notes from that class and the other two. Camille would invite her to her flat to work on assignments together; soon, assignments turned into binge watching shows, then that turned into movie dates, until they eventually became friends. During the course of their friendship, Yelena discovered that Camille was not only rich, but she was related to an upcoming football star. Camille lamented about how much she hated medicine and was only studying because her parents insisted on it. She’s in love with fashion and everything that comes with it. A few years later, when her cousin signed for a bigger club, he encouraged her to drop out of school and allow him to sponsor her dream. Camille did not hesitate, and now she has her own fashion brand that quickly rose to fame thanks to Jules wearing it everywhere. Though she immediately returned to France after leaving university, Camille kept in touch and treats Yelena like a sister to this day. Camille gives her the most extravagant birthday gifts and invites her on every trip. She gets along with Camille’s other friends well too. But, for some strange reason, Camille’s cousin decided the first day they met that he hated her. Yelena is not sure why, but the moment Camille introduced them, there was this weird tension. It was in the way his mouth twisted in a frown; it was in the way he pinned her with his icy stare. They were both twenty- one at the time, and Yelena remembers how she stuck her hand in his direction with an enthusiastic smile that fell flat between them. He barely muttered a clipped ‘hello’ and shook her hand as if she was a leper.

“Your cousin is an asshole.” Yelena had muttered to her friend bitterly who just laughed it off.

“He’s not. He’s a total goofball. He might just have been tired tonight.”

But nothing improved between them. He would always make snide little comments that she was all too happy to return. The others found it amusing, thinking it’s just playful banter. But Jules and Yelena know there’s nothing playful about it. They dislike each other, even if the reason is unknown to them. What’s really strange though, is that despite this, she looks forward to seeing him on these trips. Yelena refuses to acknowledge why, but she loves the way her stomach flutters in his presence. She doesn’t just get butterflies, it feels like a herd of elephants stomping around in her belly. She likes the way her breath stutters when he stares, she likes the way her skin tightens and her palms get sweaty when they’re in forced proximity. Yelena wonders if that’s why her heart absolutely plummets into her stomach when Camille says he’s arriving with a plus one.

“Oh look! We’re here!”

Camille’s yell returns Yelena to the present. She gapes like a fish out of water at the sight even through the tinted windows of the car. The luxury villa is nestled in between vibrant, lush green trees and spans acres. The place is huge and while obviously connected, seems to be separated into mini houses. The windows and doors are all modernized with ceiling to floor glass, a strange but beautiful contrast to the roof that looks to be made of some kind of straw material. The walls are painted a creme white, with black and wooden accents around the doors and windows.

“Wait till you see the private pool and the beach around back.” Camille wiggles her brows with a wide grin on her face. Her light skin is already beginning to tan from being in the sunny country a day earlier. She makes a mental note to remind her friend to double up on the sunscreen seeing a bright pink spot forming on her collarbone. Yelena walks up to the house in a daze, taking in the picturesque landscape the mountainous terrain creates behind the villa.

“You should totally buy me this house.”

Camille snorts at her words.

“Said the exact same thing to Steven when we arrived yesterday.”

Yelena whispers a quiet ‘thank you’ to the driver as he hands over her luggage and she hauls it through the front door that Camille leaves open behind her.

“Yelena is here!”

The woman takes her time to admire the inside while her friend announces her arrival. The ceilings are high and wooden on the inside. The furniture all have a polished wooden or bamboo finish and there are a few abstract art pieces around the space.

Steven is the first one to arrive in the main room; he greets Camille with a peck on her lips before pulling Yelena in a side hug.

“Hey big head.” The 6’0 brute of a brunette teases.

“Don’t think because you’re a muscle head who’s six inches taller means I won’t kick your ass, Steven.” She playfully warns.

His green eyes twinkle in amusement and he holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry, your head is very normal sized.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” She mirrors his megawatt grin.

Yelena greets the others with the same kindness though with a lot less familiarity. Camille and Yelena often privately joke that Amelia and Gerard could secretly be related. The blonde couple share the same blue-eyed stare and roman noses. Noemie is a dark skinned beauty who reminds Yelena of a brown-eyed Naomi Campbell and she wonders if her parents just knew that she would look like her so they gave her a similar name. Lili, her girlfriend, is the textbook definition of an artsy girl. The 5’3, asian brunette has her hair cut in a bob and highlighted with three different colours: pink, red and blue. She wears a septum piercing and has a leg full of jet black tattoos.

“You must be jet lagged. Your room is five doors down. Go take a shower and get some sleep. We’ll have dinner in about five hours. By that time Jules should get here.”

Yelena schools her expression and gives a little nod of appreciation.

“Yea, I could use a nap. See you in a few.”

Steven easily hauls her luggage to her room and leaves her to admire the space in awe. The king sized bed overlooks the ocean view so beautifully that she physically shivers.

“My own bathroom too? Thank heavens.” Yelena mutters to herself while she strips from her shorts and tank top. She carefully wraps her waist length boho braids in a bun and steps under the cool sprays of the shower. Exhaustion bleeds from her very bones as she returns to her room. She only has enough strength to wrap herself in a towel and fall face- first into the plush bed.

*********

The sound of lively chatter and rowdy laughter floats down the hallway. Yelena stumbles slightly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the palm of her hand with all the finesse of a three year old. She could barely keep her eyes open to pull the pink, mini bandeau bodycon dress up her legs, but Camille came banging on her door insisting she come out for dinner.

“Finally. I wonder how you thrive in that career when you love sleeping so much.” Camille teases with a smile.

Yelena pretends not to feel the pair of familiar brown eyes scorching her skin as she flips off her friend.

“Hey guys.” She sleepily mumbles.

A chorus of greetings is echoed in her direction and even through all the voices, Yelena notices she doesn’t hear a specific one. Just him. However, she refuses to acknowledge him, she slumps in the chair Steven pulls out for her as Camille brings a plate of caesar salad to join the spread on the table.

“Oh! By the way, Jules’ plus one canceled at the last minute so prepare to be sick of him.” Camille giggles as she sits on the opposite side of her boyfriend.

Yelena rolls her eyes in lieu of responding. She conceals the relieved breath she exhales as a yawn.

“Sick of me? She’s the one that goes out of her way to talk to me.” He says pointedly, keeping his eyes on the ribeye on his plate.

“That’s not even true, asshole. You always bother me first, just like you did just now.” She immediately fires back.

“Only because Camille lied.”

“Did she?”

“Alright! It’s just day one of the trip, you two will have plenty of time to banter. While we’re all here, let me give you a rundown of the plans I made.”

Camille goes into details about a tour of the island in the morning. But it’s all lost on Yelena as she glares daggers at the man seated directly in front of her while massacring her steak with the butter knife. The man only smirks in her direction before dismissing her completely. Oh how she wishes it was his neck on her plate instead.

“Then, we’re going bar hopping!”

Yelena cringes internally. The last time she bar hopped with Camille, she ended up getting so drunk that she threw up in public and had a hangover that lasted almost three days. Suddenly, her phone pings with a notification. She tries to subtly hide her phone underneath the table while reading the message.

[Dr. Johnson] 7:25 pm: Hey, Mrs. Spence was rushed back to the ER and her bp is sky high. Did you not give her a prescription for medication?

[Me] 7:26 pm: Good night Dr. Johnson, I did prescribe her NORVASC. She was complaining about frequent coughing with her previous medication so I switched her off it.

“Hey! I can see you on your phone, Yelena!” Camille chastises.

“Sorry, it’s important. It’s about a patient.” Yelena replies sheepishly.

[Dr. Johnson] 7:27 pm: Ah. I guess she’s just being the stubborn Mrs. Spence we know. Sorry for disturbing your vacation, have a good evening!

She makes a show of placing her phone face down on the table, holding her hands up in mock surrender towards Camille.

“Look at you. You actually survived med school. I’m so proud of you but this week is all about me.”

A few chuckles ring around the room as Yelena nods her head in agreement.

“You’re so right. It’s Camille’s week.”

“Hmmm, now let’s kickstart Camille’s week by getting drunk on the beach!”

********

Camille is already a giggling, stumbling mess and they’ve only been outside for just over two hours. The music from the bluetooth speakers is drowned out by loud laughter from the others as they watch her friend dance as if she has no control of her own limbs. Yelena tries not to yawn as she nurses her cup of lukewarm liquor. The small two piece black swimsuit feels a bit skimpy on her curvy body, so she self consciously chose to remain seated on one of the beach chairs with an unfinished book. She’s content to watch her friend having fun. From time to time her skin prickles and she knows it’s because he’s staring. Just like now, she can see him from her peripheral vision. It’s making her head swim because it’s not his usual hate filled glare, or his icy blank stare. This one makes her skin heated for a whole different reason. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he was… admiring her.

Her braids flow down her back like an inky, black waterfall, the moonlight glistening against her moisturized skin and Jules huffs in frustration. Every single muscle in his body feels tense, even the very breath from his lungs stutter and she’s just… being. She sits like she usually does when she’s comfortable: with one leg folded in the seat and the other on the ground. Is it really that endearing or is it just because it’s her? The swimsuit leaves very little to the imagination and he wanted to cuss her out the minute she exited the house in it. Why are you torturing me? Are you doing this on purpose?! Do you even know what you’re doing to me? Jules wants to chuckle bitterly because he knows she’s so unaware. She doesn’t even know that if she turns those russet brown, almond shaped eyes up at him and demands he brings the moon from the sky that he would. He’s sure Yelena actually hates him and that’s good; it’s what he wanted.

“You know what we should do, Yelena? We should play drinking games.” Camille’s grin is ear to ear.

“Calm down joker. You’re already almost drunk.”

“And? That’s the point! Who wants to play drinking games?!” Her friend's yell is met with enthusiastic yeses and Yelena can only sigh deeply. She knows it’s gonna be a long night.

**

Four rounds into ‘truth or drink’ and no one has taken a single shot. They’re all content to answer the mundane questions being thrown around as the game warms up.

“Jules…” Camille’s grin is full of mischief; “What’s your body count?”

Yelena’s eyes zero in on him. The man offers his cousin a smirk before reaching for a shot glass to toss it back. Yelena swallows thickly watching the way his Adam's apple bobs. The slams the glass back on the table and swings his eyes in her direction before she manages to look away from him.

“My turn. Yelena…”

She curses under her breath as her name falls from his lips.

“When’s the last time you had sex?” He smirks but Yelena notices the intensity of his gaze. There isn’t a trace of amusement in them.

“I… um…” She eyes the shot glass filled to the brim with tequila with a frown. Tequila gives her the worst hangovers.

“Five years ago.” She feigns nonchalance with a shrug.

A chorus of gasps from the group immediately makes her regret her decision of not just drinking.

“You haven’t had sex since that night with Elliot at uni?” Camille’s eyes are as wide as saucers.

“No. It’s not a big deal. School was hectic and the hospital even more so. I sometimes work twelve hour shifts and get two days off a week. I’m too exhausted to even go outside to meet people.” She scratches at her nape, shifting awkwardly on her seat.

“Gosh, you must be miserable. Lili and I are willing to have you join our bed, you know? We’d make you feel good without the hassle of getting to know each other first.” Noemie chimes in with a smirk while her girlfriend giggles.

“Are you serious?” Yelena asks more out of curiosity than actual interest. Sleeping with a couple seems like too much work.

“If you’re interested.” Lili says airily.

“Alright! No… whatever that is. I need my girl to be getting it consistently or else she’ll start getting wrinkles before she’s thirty.” Camille says, frowning in distress.

Yelena swings her eyes nervously in his direction to find him already staring with a tick to his jaw. I should’ve just taken the fucking shot.

“Don’t be dramatic, Camille. My turn, Noemie, how many women have you and Lili slept with while being together?”

The pair eye each other with Cheshire like grins on their faces.

“Five?”

“Nuh-uh. Remember that night in Amsterdam?” Noemie smirks and Lili gasps.

“Seven.”

The duo effectively steal the attention and Yelena wants to sigh in relief as the group begins to bombard them with questions. All except one. Jules won’t stop staring.

“Problem?” She whispers quietly to her right. The group had formed a circle for the game and he chose to drag his beach chair next to hers.

“Why would there be a problem?” He scratches lightly at the neatly trimmed hairs on his chin.

“Then stop staring at me like that.” Her whisper is only shared between them as Noemie and Lili’s stories send the group in a frenzy.

“Make me.” He challenges with a smirk on his small mouth, plump lips perfectly pink and wet with liquor.

“Seriously? Are you five years old?” She asks with a scowl even as her heart dances in her chest.

“You know, it all makes sense why you’re so… miserable all the time. Can’t take a joke, always so defensive…”

It’s meant to sound teasing but Yelena doesn’t know how to handle the intensity of his stare. She shifts, subtly squeezing her legs together briefly.

“You think it’s a coincidence that I’m only this way with you, Jules?”

“No. Not at all.” He says it in a way that suggests he knows something she doesn’t. She’s expecting him to smirk in that infuriating way he always does, instead, he reclines on his seat and finally shifts his gaze away from her. Yelena sucks in a deep breath that finally feels like it completely fills her lungs.

********

The curtains above the windows beside her bed billow sofly in the morning breeze. A shiver races up her spine making way for the goosebumps that raise along her skin. She knows it’s probably not safe to sleep with her balcony door wide open, but she's a sucker for the sound of ocean waves and breeze. Reaching for her phone on the bedside table, she taps the screen. 7:12 am. The villa is still quiet but she might as well start getting ready for the tour. Yelena takes her time to brush her teeth and shower. She’s wrapped in her towel, applying lotion to her skin, when there’s a light knock on her door. Yelena swings the door open expecting to find Camille standing outside her room; instead, she comes face to face with Jules. He’s dressed in a black wife beater and dark grey beach shorts. He’s layered a few gold pieces around his neck and Yelena wants to curse at how unfair it is that he can look this good dressed in something so simple. His spicy cologne tickles her nose. She grips the towel around her chest tighter.

“Um, yes?” Her voice is a lot breathier than she would like so she clears her throat awkwardly.

“I forgot lotion. Care to share?” He reaches up to finger one of his locs that hangs in his face.

“You’re asking me?” She cocks a brow at him.

He sighs, rolling his eyes in exasperation.

“Your room is right next to mine. Are you sharing or not?”

“How do you know I have any?”

“I can see it on you. I can smell it on you. You always pack things in twos too so you have more than enough.” He states in a matter of fact tone.

“In twos huh? Are you sure you aren’t obsessed with me?” She smirks at him.

“You have no idea.”

The smirk immediately leaves her face at the solemnity of his words. He stares unwaveringly. Yelena shuffles her feet. She’s terrified of the way her entire body warms.

“Um… they’re both vanilla scented. I usually bring a neutral one but I didn’t get the chance to buy an-”

“I don’t mind. At all.” He interrupts.

“Okay, um…” She doesn’t know what else to say so she spins on her heels to make her way over to her opened suitcase on the floor. She grabs the smaller bottle of lotion before heading back in his direction.

“I have a bigger one so you can keep it.” She says meekly.

“Thanks.”

Their fingertips meet and she fights the urge to bodily shiver. Yelena watches as he walks away and enters the room three doors down. Liar. She ignores the heat in her cheeks and the small smile that stretches her full lips.

********

Yelena dabs the brush into the creamy concealer on her skin lazily. They had a long day outside exploring the cute island. Their first stop was the country’s national museum. They learned so much about the history of the country and were in awe of the variety of art styles it had to offer. Next, they went on a farm tour, where all of the group except her, were introduced to various tropical fruits. The jackfruit was a miss for most because of the pungent smell and flavour but she enjoyed it so much. It reminded her of home. She remembers how everyone frowned as she ate it with a giant grin and content little hums. All except Jules, who had a look on his face that she couldn’t quite place. He has been causing her confusion since last night on the beach. She doesn’t know what to make of his heated stares that lack the hatred they once showed. She doesn’t know what to make of him buying her souvenirs at the shop earlier when she didn’t ask; she especially doesn’t know what to make of him going out of his way to ensure she stayed hydrated, or the little touches along wherever his hands could reach. Her brain feels scrambled. Yelena gets dressed in a daze. She opts for a dark red mini dress with gold heeled sandals. Her clutch and jewelry match her shoes.

Yelena sighs at the sound of Camille’s shout telling them all it’s time to leave. She didn’t get a chance to nap after being out all day and she’s a little cranky.

Making her way down the hall, Yelena realizes that she’s the last to arrive. She smiles sheepishly at the impatient tick to Camille’s jaw.

“Sorry.”

“Let’s go! We have four stops to make.”

********

“We’re getting you laid tonight.” Camille yells over the pounding music. ‘Choppers’ is a cozy bar and grill with good music and even better wings.

Yelena groans into her martini glass at Camille’s announcement.

“I’m fine. It’s your birthday week. Don’t worry about me.”

“We have two days until my birthday. We can spend a few hours finding someone for you.” She says dismissively, her eyes already scanning the bar. The place is brightly lit and spacious. A few bodies occupy stools scattered around the room. It’s still a bit empty but the hour is early.

“I agree. Five years is diabolical.” Lili chimes in.

Yelena wants the ground to open up and swallow her.

“Guys, I promise it’s not that serious. Besides, I’m not really looking to hook up with a stranger.” She says truthfully.

“How often do you masturbate?”

Yelena chokes on her drink, shooting a wide eyed look at Noemie. Camille squeezes her lips together in an attempt to contain her laughter.

“Seriously?! No!”

“What? I’m curious! Surely yo-”

“Alright that’s enough.” Jules’ voice cuts through brewing chaos.

Yelena snorts; “That’s rich coming from you, seeing as you asked that stupid question that led to all of this in the first place.”

“Wow, so I try to help and this is what I get. You could’ve chosen to take the shot by the way.” He responds with a scowl.

“You know how they are, even if I did they would’ve continued to press the issue. No offense you guys but you are nosy.”

“To be fair, that’s true Jules. We love a good tmi and Yelena’s very secretive.” Camille responds.

“Secretive? Or boring? What else was there to ask about? The colour of her bedroom walls? And even the answer to that would’ve been just as boring I bet.”

Yelena gapes at him. Embarrassment would flush her skin red if it wasn’t brown.

“Fuck you! Not everyone has the luxury of making millions by chasing a ball around a pitch! Some of us had to study for years and work hard! And not because I’m not content to sleep around meaninglessly like you do means I’m boring!” She says defensively. She swallows against the tightness in her throat, willing herself not to cry. She isn’t sure why she’s so embarrassed, but under the scrutiny of everyone around the table, she does.

“Woah, woah. Don’t cry, Yelena. He was just teasing.” Camille tries to soothe her by rubbing her back gently. The action just pushes the dam closer to breaking. Jules looks on, eyes wide with regret.

She swallows around the lump in her throat before throwing back the rest of her drink.

“Yelena, I’m sorry.” Jules says sincerely.

“I don’t care. Camille, let’s get drunk.” She drags her friend out of her seat and in the direction of the bar.

“You know the waiter was coming back, right?”

“Don’t care. Need to be away from him before I reach across the table and slap him silly.”

Camille falls in stride with her hurried steps.

“I’m sorry he just… I was really hoping he’d bring that plus one because he said he would when I told him you probably weren’t coming. I was surprised his date suddenly cancelled after I let him know that you got some vacation days.”

Yelena sees her friend subtly eyeing her in her periphery. She chooses not to acknowledge her words or what they could possibly mean.

“I need something stronger. I wonder if they have Long Island iced teas?”

“Are you sure you want to get shit faced? Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Camille warns with a smirk.

“Let’s do it.”

**********

Yelena taps out on her third glass of Long Island.

“I already feel like shit and I’m not drunk yet. Fuck this.”

Camille giggles maniacally.

“You really thought you could out drink me? Not a chance.” Her friend downs a shot of vodka just rub salt in the wound.

“I don’t even wanna go to the other bars. I need a cup of tea.” Yelena winces at the slight throbbing she feels in her head.

“Dance with me!”

Yelena is yanked from her seat and pulled into Camille’s warm body. Her friend wears a yellow romper that complements her skin well and smells of caramel.

“Why are we the only ones dancing, Camille?”

“Because, eye candy walked in about 30 minutes ago and he has been staring at you.” Camille makes a point of running her hands down Yelena’s body.

“Ugh, I told you, I’m not interested in one night stands.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun. When’s the last time you’ve spoken to a guy who’s not a patient or Steve or Jules?”

She huffs; “Fine. What does he look like?”

“Turn around and grind on me, see for yourself.” Camille says with a smirk.

Yelena reluctantly complies.

“Two tables down from ours on the right.”

Yelena subtly looks over and makes eye contact with a caramel skinned man. Even though he’s seated, it’s clear to tell he’s tall. She doesn’t like his outfit though. His fashion sense is plain, nothing like Jules’. The thought makes her pause briefly; now that she thinks about it, since the very first day she met him, she has been comparing every single guy with him. From their features, to their style and even the way they smile. The realization makes her stomach drop like she suddenly ascended thousands of feet in the air. Fuck.

The man notices her stare and completely unaware of her dilemma, starts stalking in their direction.

“And my work here is done. Have fun.” Camille sing-songs in her ear before disappearing somewhere behind her.

The man smiles and introduces himself as Lorenzo. His hair is low and wavy. His eyes are hazel and kind. She tries to pay attention to words that are constantly pouring out of his mouth but Yelena is trapped in her own anxious mind. She can only give little hums and forced giggles here and there as she tries to unpack her emotions.

“Lorenzo, it was lovely to meet you but I ca- I can’t- I don’t feel too well. I need to go.” She backs away from him as her breathing picks up. The telltale sign of a panic attack creeping up.

She quickly returns to the table.

“Camille, I need to go. I’m sorry.” She rushes out desperately.

“What’s wrong?! Are you okay? Did that asshole do something?”

“No. I just… I wanna go back to the villa, please.”

Camille’s eyes soften. “Okay, it’s alright. I’ll call the driver. Do you want me to come back with you?”

Yelena shakes her head. “No, it’s okay. I promise.”

The driver gets there in under ten minutes and Yelena wants to cry in relief. She feigns a stomach ache to the rest of the group and Camille follows her outside.

“You call me if you need me okay?”

Yelena nods before sliding into the backseat. Camille is just about to close the door when Jules appears behind her friend.

“I’m going with her.”

Yelena dissolves into full blown panic.

“No! No it’s okay! I promise. I just need some tea and some sleep. I’ll be ok-”

“I’m not letting you stay at the house by yourself. Move over.”

She stares at Camille for support but her friend just shrugs. Sighing in defeat, Yelena shuffles over and allows him inside the vehicle. The door is slammed shut, sealing them together in tense silence. Fuck.

******

“If this is about what I said earlier-”

“It’s not.” She immediately cuts him off. She swings the door open, not bothering to turn around to look at him walking in the house behind her.

“I want to apologize anyway.”

“You already did.” She reaches down to undo the straps of her heels. Yelena sighs in relief, wiggling her toes when her feet are finally flat on the floor again.

“I’d like to again.”

Jules reaches for her shoes before she has the chance to. She eyes him warily but doesn’t respond as she heads down the hallway. He wordlessly follows. Her heart races like hummingbird wings in her chest as they approach her room.

She stops in front of her door, turning to face him. “Make it quick.”

He chuckles bitterly; “I see you’ve already made up your mind to not forgive me.”

“You embarrassed me, in front of everyone, Jules. And I’m someone who’s already a bit insecure about how… little experience I have in many aspects of life. Camille’s annual birthday trips are the only things I look forward to. The only kind of excitement that… whatever. My shoes please.”

“How should I have known that you’d take offense to something so-”

“So what? See! That’s your problem. You claim you’re trying to apologize, but you’re downplaying my feelings!”

“You’re too sensitive.” He insists, his voice remains calm despite the way she’s yelling.

“Stop telling me how to feel! If I piss you off so much why do you keep going out your way to bother me? Why the fuck are you even here?! You hate me, so go away. You should’ve stayed wi-”

“Hate you?” He throws his head back to chuckle. It lacks amusement. The man scrubs a hand harshly down his face.

“That very first trip Camille invited you on, in Prague. The second you stepped through that door, I knew you were going to be fucking trouble. I have one simple rule, I don’t get involved with any of my cousin's best friends. I wouldn’t want their relationship to be affected if things go sour. It was going so well, so fucking well, then you stepped through that door behind Camille with that shy little smile on your gorgeous fucking face…” the man trails off to pace in front of her frozen figure. Yelena is absolutely speechless.

“Jules…”

“I knew I had to make you dislike me so that I wouldn’t even think of trying anything we’d regret. It’s childish behaviour, I know. But fucking hell, Lena; you don’t leave my thoughts, ever. You don’t even know that you have me wrapped around your pinky finger. My head almost exploded in that bar seeing you talk to that guy.” He admits with an angry furrow between his brows.

Yelena wants to laugh like a maniac. Here she was, on the brink of a mental breakdown for possibly being in love with this man who she swore hated her. There are very few things she finds scarier than unrequited love.

“Fucking hell… so all this time…”

“Yes.” He eyes her nervously, answering the question she didn’t even ask.

“Funny because, while I was talking to Lorenzo, I started comparing everything to you. The way he dressed, the way he spoke. It made me realize that it’s something I’ve always done since I met you and made me spiral. I had to get out of there. I hate that you did this to me.” She whispers with a pout.

Jules steps further into her space. He breathes in her every exhale.

“Je suis désolé, baby. Let me make it up to you.”

His breath tickles her lips. Yelena shivers in response. She can only nod. His fingertips tease at her waist as he touches his nose against hers. She breathes in the scent of his spicy cologne and the whiskey still lingering on his tongue. Yelena chases his lips, but he ducks to press a soft kiss on the side of her mouth instead.

“Jules…” she whines desperately.

“Hm?” The man dodges her mouth again to press another kiss on the opposite side of her face.

“Kiss me.”

He hums before finally, finally pressing his lips against hers. Yelena moans in delight, hands reaching to grip his shirt desperately. He uses the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth and lick at the roof of her mouth. Yelena’s toes curl into the cold, tiled floor as arousal licks up her spine. The sounds of their slick mouths echo through the empty hallway. The sound is so erotic that her nipples immediately harden against her dress. She wants it off; she wants him in. Inside her room. Inside her. The door creaks open after she subtly reaches behind to twist at the knob. The room is dimly lit, the moon shining through the open balcony doors the only source of light. Her feet shuffle backwards as Jules guides her inside the room. Their lips stay locked, the kiss heated, full of need. The backs of her legs bump into the plush bed.

“When I saw you in this dress tonight my first thought was how desperately I wanted to eat you out of it. I can’t believe I actually get the chance to.”

Yelena shivers in anticipation as he gently lays her down on the king sized, unmade bed. He keeps his eyes on her as he pulls his shirt over his head. Yelena watches him reach into the pocket of his jeans to retrieve his wallet. The pace of her heart picks up as the golden, square packet glints in the moonlight. She gulps. Jules carefully places the condom between his teeth before slowly unbuckling the belt around his waist. Yelena squeezes her thighs until they tremble; his stare, the deft movement of his hands, the anticipation of what’s to come, it’s all too much. She feels like she might actually combust. The sound of his zipper is loud in the quiet room. Jules finally steps out of his jeans and her breath hitches out how perfect his body is. From the width of his shoulders, to his defined abs, his narrow waist and his muscular thighs. She swallows the whimper that bubbles up in her throat at the visible bulge in his boxers. Yelena holds her breath as she climbs above her, the mattress dipping under his weight. He removes the condom from his mouth, then parts her legs to settle his hips between them like he belongs there. It feels like he does.

“Okay?”

Yelena nods, biting at her bottom lip shyly as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes. He uses his thumb to pry her lip from between her teeth. Yelena sighs blissfully as their lips meet again. He pulls away from her desperate mouth to trail kisses down her throat. He sucks a bruise on her pulse point before soothing it with a languid lick that steals her breath.

“Jules please… I’m wet.” She whines desperately. The throbbing between her legs bordering on unbearable, his body preventing her from squeezing her legs together to alleviate it. He groans in response and brings his hips down against her. Yelena almost sobs as he begins grinding his hips between her open legs. He’s hard and angles his hips so he presses right against her sensitive nub with each downward grind. She can feel how wet she is as he glides along her slick panties.

“I can already feel how wet you are, Lena.” The words are muffled against her sternum.

“Jules, please.” She undulates her hips against his, trying to match his movements as the pressure in her belly builds.

Jules frees her breasts from the plunging neckline of her dress.

“Belle. How are you so beautiful, hm?”

He doesn’t torture her with more teasing, feeling how she’s already so wound up beneath him. He immediately closes his mouth around one of her pretty, brown peaks to suckle on gently. She responds with a tight grip to a handful of his locs that makes him groan. He releases with a wet pop and moves to the other. Jules hums in delight as he sees the tears leaking from her eyes that are squeezed shut. He likes knowing he’s the one overwhelming her like this. Him and no one else; he’ll make sure of it. By the time he’s kneeling between her opened legs, she’s shaking so much that he has to grip her thighs tightly to ground her.

“Breathe, baby. I’ll make you feel so good I promise.” He kisses her inner thigh.

Yelena moans as he finally peels her panties from her body and down her legs. She’s sure her thong is absolutely soaked. Her dress is hiked further up to bundle around her waist, leaving her lower half bare to him. She’s waxed, moisturized and absolutely glistening with arousal.

“Fuck me, Lena. Look at you.” He groans while he uses his thumb and index fingers to spread her apart. He teases his goatee along her inner thighs just to watch her quake, just to hear the desperate moans pour from her mouth.

“I hate you. I hate you so much.” She sobs weakly. He gives a little chuckle. “I know, baby. I’ll kiss it better.”

The first touch of his tongue between her legs makes her cry out. She’s so warm and wet against his tongue. Her slight musk mixed with her vanilla scent is such a heady combination. Just her scent alone would send him into a frenzy. He feels feral. Like he wants to chant ‘mine mine mine.’ Because she is.

“Jules, don’t stop. Please don’t stop, feels so good.”

He uses the opportunity to use two fingers to gently toy at her entrance, teasing. He pulls away slightly to watch his fingers slowly disappear inside her. He groans as she sucks him in greedily, her muscles squeeze his fingers. He twists them inside and her hips kick up.

“I’m gonna… Jules…”

He quickly sucks her nub back into his mouth, keeping the rhythm of his fingers steady.

Yelena’s eyes widen, a scream catches in her throat as she feels him hook his fingers upward inside her. He gives her no time to marvel at the fact that he found her spot, he begins rubbing. His mouth doesn’t leave her clit. Yelena feels all the muscles in her body locking up, her toes curling into the sheets. The pressure in her belly reaches its limit. It’s right there, the orgasm is within her reach. She can almost reach out her fingertips to touch it. She just needs-

“Come for me, Lena. Come all over my tongue and fingers.”

And Yelena does. Her scream is cut off as the orgasm steals the very breath from her lungs. Her teeth chatter and her skin tightens. It doesn’t stop and consumes her wholly. It robs her of all her senses except touch, so she still feels every flick of his tongue, every press of his fingers as he drags it out. It feels never ending. Is this what it feels like when another person makes you come? But even though she could make herself feel good, it has never been this good. Nothing has ever felt like this.

Her hearing returns first and the whimpers that fall from her mouth as she twitches sounds so foreign to her own ear.

“There you go, my good girl. You did so well.” He praises as he slowly pulls his fingers from her body. He makes his way in her line of sight. His face glistens with her essence. He holds her captive with his soft, brown eyes.

“Okay?”

She pulls him down for a kiss in lieu of responding, moaning at the taste of her on his tongue. Sneaking her hands between their bodies, Yelena grips the waistband of his boxers to drag them down his legs. He chuckles but pulls away from her lips to kick them down and off. She gulps at the sight of him bobbing between his legs. Above average in length and really thick. Jules pecks her lips once more, then pulls her dress down her hips and off her body.

“Are you sure you want to continue? We can stop here for the night.” He assures her.

“No, I need you inside.” She whispers.

“Fuck, Lena.” The words like a punch of arousal to his gut. He makes quick work of removing the condom from the package and rolls it on, groaning at finally getting some contact where he’s so hard it hurts. He touches his blunt tip to her folds and she jerks.

“Relax…” he uses his free hand to pet her lower belly.

“Deep inhale for me.”

Yelena sucks in a deep breath that trails into a gasp as he slowly eases inside.

“Another deep breath, don’t stop.” He encourages in a gruff voice.

She obeys, whimpering as he keeps carving a place for himself inside her body. It feels like he goes on forever. When he finally goes as far as her body is willing to take, she clenches around him.

“Jules, so full.” She whines, feeling the dull ache of him being so deep inside.

“So tight, Lena. Putain.” He hisses, eyes locked to where they’re joined.

He slowly pulls his hips back to kick it forward. A dainty hand comes up to rest against his lower abdomen.

“Fuuuuck. It’s too much.”

“You can take it though right?”

He gives a pleased hum at her eager nod.

“That’s right. You were made for me, baby. Isn’t that right?” He moans as she clenches around him with a weak cry.

“Answer me, Lena.”

“Uh huh. Ma- made just for you. I’m yours, always have been.” She hiccups, sucking her middle and index fingers in her mouth as the pace of his hips increases.

“Shit. Yours too, baby. Always.”

*********

Yelena is slowly pulled from her sleep by the sound of high pitched giggles. A masculine voice behind her whispers a quiet ‘fuck’ before groaning. His chest rumbles against her back. She peeks one eye open to see sunlight illuminating her room and a very amused Camille standing by her door.

“I fucking knew it. Finally!”

Yelena feels like she’s lucid dreaming and she hopes she is. Jules pulls the covers further up her body to protect her modesty from a friend that’s seen her naked plenty of times. She’d laugh if she wasn’t so horrified.

“Breakfast is ready.” Camille announces with a smirk before exiting the room.

“Oh no.” She whines in embarrassment.

Jules places a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

“Are you ready to face my insufferable cousin?”

Turning to face him, she scratches lightly along the length of his arm.

“No, but let’s just get it over with.” she responds with a small smile.

Yelena hums as he pecks her lips softly.

“Let’s go.”

**********

Being back in London is almost depressing. The last few days of their stay in Seychelles were some of the best days of her life. Camille and the others teased them nonstop, but they were also giddy about them finally acknowledging what everyone else apparently saw. Yelena was horrified seeing Gerard collecting €50 bills from all the group for winning a bet they placed on how soon Jules would crack. Jules only laughed and snuggled further into her side. The sex was mind blowing every single time and they couldn’t wait to sneak off every chance they got. Now he’s back in Spain and she’s back in London and she misses him so much it hurts. But it’s almost as if they’re connected telepathically, because every time she misses him too much, his name pops up on her phone. Yelena smiles, reaching to accept the call.

“Hey.” She mutters shyly.

“Hey baby. How are you?” His face pops up on her screen. His hair is tied back and sweat glistens on his body.

“I’m okay, I got home from work two hours ago. Then I showered, had some leftovers.” She shrugs.

“How are you?”

“Just got done with training. We have a game tomorrow.” He moves around on screen, seemingly gathering his bags.

“Oh. I’ll probably be working so I won’t have time to watch but good luck, baby.” She still feels shy using the pet name but she knows how much he likes it.

“Thank you, mon amour.”

They sit in comfortable silence as Jules remains busy on screen. Her heart swells with warmth knowing he called even when he’s preoccupied simply because he knows she’ll be heading to bed soon.

“I miss you, Jules.” She admits with a pout.

The man pauses to stare at her pretty face on his screen.

“Me too baby. We have a few days in between games soon. I promise I’ll come see you.” He says sincerely.

“How soon?”

“Soon. Be patient, my love.” He says with a small smile.

“Okay.”

“You’re so cute. I wish I could kiss that pout off your mouth.”

Yelena’s cheeks warm. “Me too.”

They continue their conversation with mundane details of their day and with discussions about the new episode of Reacher, a show they’re both watching, that dropped the previous night. Soon, her eyes are half mast and she’s yawning between every couple of words.

“You should get some sleep, Lena.” He softly coaxes.

“Okay. Good night, Jules. I love you.”

“I love you, Lena. Always.”

[satansamwriting]

Mk characters reacting to their GN s/o wearing their hats

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Characters : Erron Black, Kung Lao, Raiden

I wrote this because whenever I play MK, I would always wonder what it would be like to wear the hats of those boys.

Mostly because of Kung Lao since I absolutely adore seeing him fight with his hat. It's so funny and cool and I really wanna try it.

Hopefully you'll enjoy those silly little Headcanons. I had a blast writing them. Oh and if you want, tell me in the comment which hat would you be tempted to try/steal the most out of the three? I'm curious :)

Also I discovered while writing those that I had a thing for throwing hats in the air. Don't know why, I just think it looks cool xD.

As usual disclaimer: English ain't my native language so there might be mistakes in this. I'm trying my best to correct them as I see them.

TW : mention of death, blood and decapitation in Erron story

Please enjoy 😊

Erron Black

Something that was established during the early days of your relationship was that Erron loves his hat.

No one is allowed to touch, wear or even go near his hat.

Will rarely take it off.

Would shoot anyone who dares take the hat.

Would take immense care of it.

You wondered what it would feel like to wear it but feared the wraith of your partner.

However, the hat is free real estate if you find it on the ground during battle and the cowboy is too far away from it and distracted.

Then you wouldn’t hesitate to put it on.

You would feel pretty badass with it.

Now entering shitty cowboy jokes mode

You'd try your best and fail miserably to do a cowboy accent. 

Erron would never admit it but it would become his favourite thing, seeing you with his hat. 

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Screams of agony and rage echoed around the arena. An uprising caused by some rebels not happy with Kotal Kahn being in power was taking place. The Kahn, having safely left the vicinity, entrusted his most brave and fearsome soldiers to fend off the remaining troublemakers. Aka, (Y/n) and Erron, accompanied by a small group of Outworld soldiers, stayed behind to clean the arena. The fight had proven to be somewhat more difficult then they had previously anticipated. Somewhere during the battle, someone managed to knock Erron's hat off. He wasn't bothered by it at the time as he was more focused on winning the kombat and staying alive. However, once his enemy was defeated, he quickly noticed the missing item.

Erron, slightly annoyed by this, scanned the arena but couldn’t find his hat. Not until his eyes landed on his partner.

They were further away from him, fighting against their own opponent. The dust flying around made it hard to see clearly but he knew from the shape of it that, resting on their head, was his hat.

To say that Erron found the sight of them punching a man while wearing the item incredibly hot, was an understatement.

As the rebellion died down, Erron allowed himself to be distracted by their fight. He watched from the sideline as (Y/n) grabbed the hat and threw it above them.

The action drew the attention of the man they were fighting against upwards, his eyes unconsciously following the hat trajectory. Taking the opportunity, they sliced the distracted man's head off. Blood splattered on their face but that didn't seem to bother them.

As the man lay dead, they caught the falling hat and in a smooth gesture placed it back on their head. In the distance, noises of spurs approaching made them turn to the side, tilting the hat toward Erron.

"Howdy partner"

Seeing the giant grin on (Y/n)'s face made the gunslinger's heart skip a beat. Splashes of blood covered their face but his hat had remained spotless. Even when fighting, they took great care not to let the hat get dirty. Behind them, the last rebel died, earning various cries of triumph from the soldiers of the Kahn all around. Erron kept staring at his partner, still not processing how gorgeous they were with his hat on. As they were about to remove the hat to return it to its original owner, a hand stopped them.

"Keep it"

Erron would never admit it out loud that he enjoyed seeing (Y/n) with the headwear. Besides, he had plenty of spared ones. One less wouldn't hurt.

“Much obliged darlin’ ”

Groaning with their attempt at sounding like a cowboy, Erron walked away. He could still hear (Y/n) laughing as they followed behind.

Kung Lao

0o0o0o00oo

You won’t see him without it

Unless it’s to shower or sleep

Takes great care of his hat since well it’s his weapon.

Would feel hesitant to let you touch it after he’s sharpened the edge.

You absolutely love to see him fight with it cuz you find him both attractive and badass while he does

You do express the desire to try it but never get around to trying it

Blame Raiden for always taking your boy out for training or missions

You happened to stumble upon the hat one day at the temple with Kung Lao nowhere to be seen.

You wouldn’t skip a beat before taking hold of the weapon and putting it on.

Liu Kang would find you later and the two of you would start training.

o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

Kung Lao leaned on one of the temple support beams, arms crossed over his chest. From afar, he watched as his partner blocked one of Liu Kang’s flaming fits with his hat.

Earlier that day, Kung Lao had been meditating peacefully with his trusted hat placed beside him, when one of the elderly monks came to him for help. Thinking it would only take a few minutes, Kung Lao had left his hat in its spot and followed the other monk.

The errant took longer than he had anticipated but was done fairly quickly nonetheless. However, once he came back to his meditation place, the hat was gone. Puzzled, he had searched the surrounding area to no avail. Sure, the shaolin monk could have summoned his weapon back to him no problem, but a small voice inside him told him to keep looking around.

He had been near the training ground when he heard the telltale sound of his hat hitting the ground. Because yes this man can recognize the sound of his weapon hitting things.

The sight that welcomed him inside the area almost made him laugh. He wasn’t surprised to see (Y/n) wearing his hat, since he knew fully well about their desire to try the weapon.

Quietly observing the friendly match, Kung Lao was rather impressed. (Y/n) seemed fairly comfortable with his weapon, even imitating some of his own moves flawlessly. A soft smile appeared on Kung Lao's face at the thought of them studying him carefully whenever they would come to watch him train.

Raiden stopped by after a while. Arms crossed behind his back, the Thunder God joined Kung Lao in observing the match.

The Shaolin monk felt a sense of proudness inside him. His partner was wielding his weapon and keeping up with the chosen one. The sight was truly beautiful.

Unaware of the two spectators in the back, (Y/n) had their full attention on Liu Kang, dodging his attacks one after the other.

Wanting to try something crazy, they threw the hat up in the air before sliding underneath Liu Kang's parted legs. Upon straightening up behind the chosen one, their foot connected with the falling hat. Liu Kang barely managed to avoid the weapon as it flew past him and lodge itself in the temple’s wall.

The man turned to face (Y/n), surprised yet amused by the event. There, on Liu Kang’s shoulder, was a small cut left by the hat as it went by him. Which only meant one thing.

“First person to leave a mark on the other is the winner, so this means I won” They exclaimed with a giant smile on their face.

At that moment, Kung Lao made his presence known by clapping. Summoning his hat back to him, he walked toward his partner, Raiden not far behind. Fondness in his eyes, he picked them up and kissed their forehead as a reward.

" You were amazing!"

Lets just say that from then on, Kung Lao would let (Y/n) train with his hat just so he could enjoy watching them kick ass with it.

Raiden

0o0o0o0o

It's more of a fashion accessory than a necessity

Like Erron and Kung Lao, he would rarely remove it tho

Heck, you don’t even think you’ve seen Raiden’s hair once in the long time you’ve known him.

But if you had to guess, they would be white like his brother.

Or he was simply bald.

The idea of stealing the God's hat did pop up in your head more than once

But the thought of pissing off a God for stealing his shit didn’t sound good in your mind.

So you left it to that.

Raiden would sometimes catch you glancing up at his hat and wondered about the meaning of this.

You'd pretty much given up about the hat.

Until the day the hat literally landed in your hand.

It was a particularly windy day at the temple. As (Y/n) roamed around the place without anything better to do, they sighted something strange flying in the wind. Curious about the object, (Y/n) followed it until it was low enough for them to grab it.

Upon closer inspection, the object revealed itself to be a hat. A hat that they knew very well. But the God of Thunder was nowhere to be seen.

“Don’t worry little hat, I’ll bring you back to your owner”

Putting the hat on their head, (Y/n) went on a quest to find Lord Raiden and return the lost item. At least, that’s what they had in mind at first. However, they found themselves quickly distracted from the task as they wandered around the temple.

Somewhere during their search, a monk approached them asking for help to move stuff from one place to another. Being the kindred heart that they were, (Y/n) agreed to help the monk. After a while, they were finally done with the task and went back to their search, the monk thanking them as they left.

This went on and off during the day, with monks asking for help or errants and (Y/n) agreeing. To a point where they had completely forgotten about the hat sitting on their head.

Evening rolled around eventually. Exhausted from their day, (Y/n) found themselves sitting in an isolated part of the temple while nursing a cup of green tea. The wind had settled into a nice breeze which gently brushed against them.

“Good evening (Y/n)”

Looking to the side, their eyes fell on a rare sight. Approaching them was Lord Raiden.There was an air of calmness around the God as he came to an alt next to them. Hands behind his back, he titled his head slightly, making a few strands of hair come loose from the quickly made ponytail. (Y/n) stared, feeling their heartbeat quicken. They could see Raiden's hair and as they had guessed, his hair was indeed white but shorter than they had thought it would be.

Noticing their lack of response, (Y/n) cleared their throat as a way to hide their embarrassment from staring a bit too long. Carefully placing the cup to the side, they stood.

“Thunderbolt, I was looking for you earlier! But it appeared that I got sidetracked and forgot about it.”

Seeing their partner had reminded them of their initial quest.

“ I appeared to have found your hat and wished to return it to you.”

(Y/n) gently took off the item and handed it to Raiden. They had grown somewhat accustomed to the weight of the hat over the hours. So much so that, now with the item gone, they felt weirdly naked.

“It would seem you have taken a liking to it. It suits you well.”

Taking the offered hat in his hand, Raiden thanked his partner for keeping the object safe until it was returned to him. However, the God seemed to hesitate for a moment, his fingers fidgeting with the helm of the hat.

"Perhaps you should keep an eye on it for a little longer."

Raiden lifted the hat and gently placed it back upon (Y/n) head. Satisfied, the God of Thunder walked away. Raiden would later deny it to his brother that the mere sight of them wearing his hat made his heart beat faster.

Standing there, the tea long forgotten, (Y/n) watched as Raiden turned the corner. Did he just flirted with them? Touching the hat as if to make sure this wasn't all a dream, they laughed. Who were they to refuse a gift from a God.

//////

Later that night, they would force Raiden to lay down, his head on their laps, so they could marvel and play with his hair.

[ak1chi]

Lego monkie kid, the Mayor x reader.

You were just an ordinary human, no different from the rest. And yet, to the Mayor, you were… an angel.

Warnings: gn!reader (the reader is over 18 years old), yandere behavior, kidnapping, stalking, OOC, open ending (implying Lady Bone Demon's victory), age difference.

English is not my native language, so please forgive me if there are any mistakes. I don't guarantee that the Mayor's behavior is canon, because I usually write for myself and for my own pleasure (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

[Song: I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - Mx. Sinister]

—Oh you never seem to notice

When I follow you home

In the dark of your apartment

When you think you're alone...

Heroes... They get in the way, ruining all of his Lady’s plans. Naive fools, thinking they can save this already rotten world, not realizing that the true hero is none other than Lady Bone Demon.

But you… you are different from those so-called heroes. You alone do not fill the Mayor with disgust, hatred, and contempt. Instead, you make him feel admiration, reverence—an urge to worship, a feeling he has only ever known for his Lady.

At first, the Mayor thought it was mere curiosity. The first time he saw you was when he handed the Skeleton Key to that boy—MK, was it? You stood at a distance, smiling gently, genuinely happy for your friend. That alone was enough to make the Mayor momentarily forget his purpose—his unwavering devotion to Lady Bone Demon.

For a while, he remained subtle. Brief exchanges—"Good day, citizen!" and "A good day to you too, sir!"—when he happened to pass by the restaurant where you worked. Then came the quiet observation. He learned who you spoke with throughout the day, how you worked, the sound of your laughter when a friend made you smile.

Then, he learned where you lived. And after that, everything else—from the way you carried yourself to how you slept.

Days turned into months, and the Mayor grew bolder, standing just behind you while you scrolled through your phone during breaks, oblivious to the world around you. A habit too endearing to ignore.

What he had mistaken for interest was, in truth, an unhealthy obsession. The Mayor refused to acknowledge it. For decades, his only goal had been to bring his Lady’s vision to life—he had long forgotten what love was. But this… this had to be love, even if you didn’t yet realize that you were already his.

The end of this ruined world was near, and the Mayor needed to ensure that you were safe—far away from those wretched heroes.

—What will it take?

What else should I do?

How far must I go to prove

That I love you?

A lone figure stood in the distance outside the restaurant. The eerie, almost forcibly wide grin on his face unsettled the passing pedestrians. Some of them wondered—was this weirdo truly the city’s mayor? Few knew what he actually looked like.

The last customer exited the shop, and the Mayor counted the seconds until you appeared at the door, flipping the sign to “closed” before stepping back inside.

You looked especially pretty tonight. He could admire you for hours, but first, he had something to do.

Without a care for whether anyone saw him, the Mayor vanished in the blink of an eye.

Reappearing inside the shop—already certain no one else was there—his gaze locked onto your back as you tidied up, preparing to close for the night. His grin widened (if that was even possible).

"Good evening."

His voice shattered the silence. He tried to sound calm, though inside, he was dying to touch you. He almost laughed at the overwhelming emotions washing over him.

You let out a small yelp, spinning around quickly and pressing yourself against a nearby table. The Mayor tilted his head, fingers twitching behind his back as he clasped them together.

"S-Sir, I… we’re already closed," you stammered slightly. Your quickened breath and the fear in your wide eyes made the Mayor clench his jaw.

Silence stretched between you. You tried to steady yourself, your heart still hammering in your chest. Was this real? Was the city’s mayor truly standing before you with such an unsettling grin?

"S-Sir? You should leave..."

You barely finished speaking before the Mayor vanished—you swore it wasn’t a hallucination—only to reappear before you in an instant.

His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. Suddenly, his hollow, perpetually unsettling eyes glowed with an eerie blue light. His body radiated unnatural warmth.

"My darling, you love keeping me at a distance," the Mayor murmured, something unhinged creeping into his tone. "How many times have I been right beside you, only for you to give your attention to others? It hurts me."

The words lodged in your throat, primal fear gripping you as you processed the confession from a man you barely knew, yet had seen countless times in passing. Your hand clutched his sleeve, fingers trembling against the fabric of his jacket. Your lips parted, but not a single sound escaped.

He chuckled at your adorable reaction.

"Soon, the heroes won’t be able to corrupt you anymore. You will be the purest angel in the new world. My Lady has allowed it."

His hand came up to cover your eyes. Unlike the rest of him, his palm was ice cold. A shiver ran down your spine as an overwhelming drowsiness overtook you.

"Wha…" You barely managed to whisper before exhaustion weighed you down.

"Shh, my dear, such a stubborn one," the Mayor cooed, giggling softly. He pulled his hand away, meeting your gaze—now hazy, unfocused. His unnerving smile softened, as if he were gazing at something precious.

Your eyelids grew heavy, and before you could resist, darkness consumed you.

The Mayor caught you effortlessly before you could collapse, cradling you in his arms. Your head rested against his chest. His lips brushed against your temple for the briefest moment before he opened a portal before him, stepping through and leaving the empty noodle shop behind.

—And I'll get you yet

I've got to make you mine

Just know I'm not the sinister type...

Lady Bone Demon’s gaze flickered to her servant, an amused smirk crossing her lips as she saw you in his arms. So, he had succeeded.

"I hope your beloved won’t be a distraction to your productivity… or my plans," she remarked indifferently. What the Mayor did with you was of little concern to her. You were his reward for years of service.

"My Lady, do not worry—I will continue to serve you with unwavering devotion. And thank you for allowing me to bring my darling into the new world."

The Mayor bowed his head in reverence, his grip on you firm, protective.

"Go."

He nodded, his blissful smile almost amusing to Lady Bone Demon. She had, truthfully, wondered if he was still capable of feeling such human emotions, despite the power she had bestowed upon him.

Turning, the Mayor strode through the corridors of the fortress Lady Bone Demon had built, passing numerous rooms until he reached one in particular.

A room designed entirely to your tastes—he had made sure of it.

Carefully, he removed your shoes and laid you upon the grand, soft bed, tucking you beneath the covers.

Sitting beside you, he watched, unblinking.

You were just an ordinary human, no different from the rest. And yet, to him, you were… an angel.

"I love you," he whispered, voice sincere. His hand traced along your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss against your cheek—then, lingering just a moment longer, near the corner of your lips.

"When you wake, you’ll be in a new world… with me."

He pulled back, fingers intertwining with yours. But his work was not yet done, and unfortunately, he had to leave you for a little while.

Standing from the bed, ensuring your safety in his absence, he vanished from the room.

—Oh you never seem to notice

That my heart beats for you

So I'll open you up

And make yours beat for me too...

Lady Bone Demon didn’t turn as she felt her servant’s presence behind her. The Mayor knelt before her, waiting.

Soon, the Monkey King would arrive.

Victory would not be on the side of the heroes.

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Hi! I've seen your rant about dating and being asexual. I know how you feel. I've felt like this for a long time, and no, you don't come off as bitter or envious. You're just hurt.

I'm spending this Valentines Day alone too. The person I love the most only sees the physique. Oh, and the sexual, which I can't because I'm really sex repulsed. People only seem to care for looks, and that really hurts when you're offering love and not just carnal things. So I get how you feel, I'm being through the same right now.

I felt really bad, because you always cheer up a lot of people with your fics. If I'm being honest, I don't usually read NSFW parts, I prefer to read just the cute and fluffy stuff to at least pretend I'm being loved, so yeah, I felt bad and needing to tell one of my favourite writers that you're not alone.

I'm being honest with you and telling you're a wonderful person, and if finding love is difficult for you it's because of how things seem to work this days. Being ace isn't easy this days. I agree with you on the waiting till marriage, it's a choice, but it seems to be less respected than chosing to just go sleeping with everyone. People want instant gratification, and casual sex gives that gratification without needing to give away anything like in a relationship.

It hurts really much. I guess you know how I feel when I see the person I love most, someone who've I always treated like the most precious person in the world, get into casual relationships that usually end up with that person getting a broken heart. So yeah, you're not the only one feeling like that. Unfortunately, society has forgotten about real love.

But there's still hope. There'll always be hope. I've seen that you're in your weight lose journey, and I must congratulate you. Being healthy is a good decision, not only for the looks, because it'd help your health, also the mental one. I recommend you that if you keep feeling like this, you should go to a therapist. They're usually really helpful, but I don't know much about your situation so you're the one who knows yourself better. Anyways, I'm losing my point with this shitty rant. You're expressing yourself through the things you like (in this case that really good fiction about Hell's greatest dad), you're getting healthier, I think this is the best moment to make a change. To start thinking that you're good enough without needing to please people. You can find love. I know you do. You're a nice person, and I'm sure that one day things will get better for you. Maybe you'll spend Valentines Day alone, but who knows? Everyday is a good day to find love. Maybe you'll start a relationship in March 6th or January 2nd. It doesn't have to necessarily be February 14th (I know that date really hurts, but just think about it: it's like a day to think about what you can do to be really comfortable and happy in the romance topic).

I'd say that I hope this helps you, but well, this is just a shitty anon who doesn't even speak English properly rant. I just saw your rant and thought "shit, I can't let this happen, I have to try to make things better even if I know I can't".

So I'm sorry if this was weird, stupid, didn't make you feel better... But in resume:

-You're not alone, being ace is kinda difficult this days

-You're a great person

-You're doing a great job overcoming obstacles, you now just need to learn to love yourself (it's difficult, it can take a lot of times, but I really hope you manage to).

-Don't stress yourself. February 14th hurts, but being single this day doesn't mean you'll be single forever.

My best wishes,

Just a random anon.

Thank you anon 💖

Firstly, your English is fantastic, knowing another language other than your native one is beyond impressive! And I’m so so thankful you enjoy my writing 💜

Secondly, it’s good to know that I am not alone in my feelings. Aspecs truly were not made for the world we find ourselves in today. I’m sex neutral/favorable, it varies day to day, but it is something I want to experience. But with the right person at the right time. Dating apps all feel so artificial and insincere, like no one on there is looking for a meaningful relationship. It’s all disheartening. I promise to keep my chin up and heart open. The worst thing I could do is close it off to any possibility of affection and romance.

I wish nothing but good things for you, anon 💖

[kaisa-ryo]

— who apologises first during an argument?

jujutsu kaisen

characters: itadori yuji, megumi fushiguro, satoru gojo, inumaki toge, sukuna ryōmen

tw: english isn’t my native language! + this is my very, very old work, so there may be mistakes or complete nonsense :)

Itadori Yuji

It's obvious: Itadori. It's not that he thinks he's wrong, but... he feels bad inside. He would, too. He thinks that a girl's delicate heart is worth more than his pride. Bitter as it may be, he's probably right. The moment he decides which is more important, he remembers a saying he heard once from a respected person: "There's only one absolute value in the world, and that's the soul—in the truest sense of the word." That was his grandfather. Maybe he wasn't like that himself, but he clearly wanted his grandson to be like that.

Itadori thought that repentance comes when you stop wanting things to be a certain way, and realized he actually wasn't very sorry. On the contrary, he felt even more guilty. Even the fact that he's an adult, that he controls everything and knows his goal, it was hard for him to accept. This pressure increases when he realizes that he might accidentally release Sukuna in a fit of anger. And we all know how easily he can ruin everything.

But from the outside, it looks much funnier — Yuji looks at you with puppy-dog eyes and begs her to go with him to another boring movie tomorrow. But in reality, this is just a mechanical reaction to the childish imitation of an adult male instinct, an attempt to extinguish his own inner protest and find a convenient alternative. Still, Itadori realized that's pretty much how all adult wolves behave — by imitating children.

"Please, y/n, let's go see the second part of 'Man-Moth' tomorrow," the guy whined softly. "I really want to see it... Maybe you'll eat something? Have some pineapple?"

Itadori Yuji is a prime example of a big child in a relationship.

Satoru Gojo

This blond stubborn clod is all muddled and unbearable. He only apologizes when he has something in mind. But how often does that something appear in the mind of a person who constantly behaves like a dummy who can't tell himself anything smart or important, because he's afraid to interrupt the thoughtful, time free of petty concerns? Anything he says turns out to be a mere repetition of the same gestures.

"It's your fault. You could've kept quiet, and that's it. You're nice to her, and she's nice to you," Satoru mumbled, smiling skeptically and cleaning up after another serving of ramen.

"What do you know about people, Gojo!" you replied with a pained grimace, looking at the man's peaceful face, which she accidentally caught with one of her non-verbal scans, during which he, opening one eye, looked at her with bewilderment.

"I understand everything, y/n, everything," Satoru mumbled, putting the plate in the sink, "You just don't want to think that you can't trust people at all. And I understand you on that."

Yes, after all these words, he won't even come and hug you, but even without hugs, it gets easier, and you don't get so angry at him anymore. It's not every day you hear words of understanding from your beloved eternal child. Especially during arguments, these words become a real treasure. So it's precisely these insightful speeches that are the most sacred. Because he doesn't talk to anyone else like that. And you knows this perfectly well.

Megumi Fushiguro

Oh dear, he's so sure he's right that he almost never sees beyond his nose. But he's a great listener.

Whenever you try to tell him through tears that he's wrong, he just sits there in silence, looks at you, and smiles as if you're giving him compliments. And it usually doesn't end with him just looking at your eyelashes; it continues with a whole mix of eye movements to his ears and back. After a long monologue, you suddenly stop talking and feel that he isn't listening at all.

"So, are you finished?"

he asks. You nod, feeling that you're about to cry. Then he raises his eyes to you and looks at you with a long, attentive look. There's no meaning in his eyes. And in general, this is the look not of a living person, but rather of a robot.

Inumaki Toge

He doesn't seem to be reading anything at all. You stop mid-sentence, and your emotions pour out in a sigh, through your sobs. He doesn't say anything, he just looks at you, and you feel like he's simply pausing. You don't know what he's trying to say, but you try to apologize, although it's completely pointless. He quietly gets up from the table and approaches you. You feel the warmth of his hand touching you - and you know he's going to try to comfort you now. But instead, he starts some strange movement with his fingers in front of your face. You feel something very much like a tickle. Then he brings his fingers to your face and begins to gently wipe away the trails of tears. You flinch in surprise, and he begins to smile.

Of course, you have this kind of relationship, where your heart beats somewhere in the background, but you can't tell him about it because both of you, in your minds, remain in another reality. For you, it's a fleeting emotional experience, for him it's an eternity.

This sweet, reserved young man never allows himself to lose control of his emotions or to imagine himself as a heartless animal who would deny that you are hurting and uncomfortable. No, he just waits for your happy exclamation, followed by the long-awaited touch of his hands and lips to yours. And here the most important thing is that your dear one remains within the framework of conventions. Otherwise, you won't see how he risks everything.

And most importantly, he will never allow himself to use his magic on you at such moments. Never in a million years. No.

Besides, you can't resist his innocence yourself, even though he's far from a child in reality. The next time your sweetheart decides to make an open declaration of love, don't be afraid to understand him and accept, because he openly and honestly talks about his feelings, and doesn't hide them under a veil of lies. After all, he knows how you feel about him, and he's incredibly happy that you'll never reject his revelations.

Ultimately, whether out of fear of being under his control, or out of pity for him, you're the one who has to apologize.

- Tuna...

- God, how can I even be mad at you?! - you exclaimed indignantly, realizing that you had been acting like a real possessive person all this time. - Why can't you just say "yes" simply and clearly?

- Salmon!

Sukuna Ryōmen

You.

Firstly: why do you think a powerful demon is obliged to apologize to you?

Secondly: who are you to accuse him of anything?

Simply put, you apologize to him not out of conscience, but out of the thought that it would be good if he would back off and stop ruining your life in the most disgusting ways. If you know that he doesn't really hear you, but only experiences the state he's in when he utters the simplest and most vulgar phrases, then you can say nothing at all. But if you feel that he's saying the very words you really need, you're not apologizing, you're convincing yourself that he couldn't have acted any other way. You can consider this a rational use of free will. Just like you do homework in geometry.

Otherwise, he'll just throw insults around until he hears the words of remorse from your lips.

Putting on headphones, abstracting yourself from the outside world, you began to cry quietly into the pillow, either from the realization that you were dating such a disgusting animal, or from the realization of your helplessness before him. During this emotional break, you carefully analyzed everything related to Sukuna and your relationship, as if trying to find some reason for your unhappiness. Suddenly, when you were ready to burst into tears, you felt the presence of the only demon you knew at the entrance to the room.

- God, you're such a pathetic creature! - his voice was full of indifference and disgust. - I'm starting to understand why you were a virgin before me.

How his narcissistic ambition annoyed you. How you wanted to hit him, to suffocate him with a pillow.

[nekoannie-chan]

Confession

Title: Confession.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 385 words.

Square: 1 “Admitting a crush”.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve confesses his feelings.

Major Tags: Fluff.

Additional tags: My entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May Edition.

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Brooklyn, 1942

The tinkling of store bells opening and closing their doors and the unmistakable aroma of freshly baked bread escaping from the corner bakery. It was a quiet afternoon, and you were walking alongside Steve Rogers.

He was walking a little slower than you, as usual. Not because he couldn't keep up with you, but because he seemed to be deep in his thoughts. Steve had always been quiet, but today, you noticed him differently. More nervous.

“Steve? “you called out to him, tilting your head to get a better look at him.

He blinked as if he had just come out of a trance and looked at you with a shy smile.

“Hmm?”

“You're distracted. Something on your mind?”

Steve cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. His posture was always a little hunched over, as if he was trying to take up less space.

“No...well, yes," he finally said, averting his eyes to the ground as they walked.

“Come on, Rogers. Let it go," you said with a smile, trying to lighten the tension.

He let out a nervous laugh and looked straight ahead as if summoning all the courage in the world to speak.

“It's just that..." he paused, took a breath and then shook his head. “Forget it, it's nothing.”

Oh, no. Now you really needed to know what was wrong.

You stopped dead in your tracks, grabbing his wrist to force him to do the same. Steve stood still, startled by the sudden closeness, and his eyes met yours.

“Steve," you said, but without letting go. “If it were 'nothing', you wouldn't be this nervous.”

He swallowed.

“I just... I don't want to ruin anything.”

You frowned.

“Ruin what?”

Steve sighed deeply, and instead of answering immediately, he looked away toward the street, as if looking for a way out. But there wasn't one.

Finally, after a long silence, he muttered so low you almost didn't hear him:

“I have a...”

“A what?”

Steve closed his eyes for a moment as if he wanted the earth to swallow him up. Then, with a resigned sigh, he dared to look at you again.

“I like you," he confessed, this time more firmly. “I’m in love with you for a long time.”

The world seemed to stop for a moment.

[littlexscarletxwitch]

Hi!!!!! I hope you’re doing well!! I really like the way you write, I was hoping to request a fic with either Wanda or Natasha, or both if you vibe with it, and F! avenger reader with a whole bunch of pining. Maybe they go on a mission and one of them runs into like a sex pollen/ aphrodisiac that really makes them crave their crush and enhances preexisting feelings for that person. You can totally ignore this if you’re not comfortable with the idea, I appreciate you either way!!

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲

paring: wandanat x fem!avenger!reader

tag(s): nsfw, smut with no plot, sex pollen, insatiable r (or at least I tried), wanda and nat doing whatever r needs

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering (r receiving), mouth riding (r receiving) thigh riding (r receiving), tit sucking, slight blood kink (?), kinda dom!reader, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 2.2k

note: Half way through writing this fic I was like "Wait, is this supposed to be smut. I mean it's sex pollen so it has to right?" and I'm still not sure but I just went with it lol. AAAAH, my first wandanat fic, I'm so excited you guys. I really hope you guys like it. It was quite a challenge writing a threesome and some parts I feel like they are bad but meh. Just go with it. Thank you, nonnie, for this request. I appreciate you just as much. I hope you like it. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love y'all <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

The moment the intoxicating honey-like scent filled your lungs you felt as if your whole body shivered.

Your eyes clouded for a few seconds, your body losing balance as your legs trembled. The whole room felt like it was spinning and your thoughts were getting louder and louder. Images of red hair, tangled limbs and short black nails rushing through your mind.

“Y/n, everything okay?” you heard Steve’s voice through your earpiece, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“You have been silent for quite a while now, detka,” you heard Wanda say.

“You’re still alive, right Y/n?” Nastasha joked.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. All clear, let’s head back,” you said, trying to ignore the way your body was starting to feel different in every conceivable way possible.

As you made your way back to the quinjet you felt your heart rate increasing, you blamed it on the adrenaline of the mission, the nerves of getting out in the field once again and decided not to think too much about it, pushing everything back deep inside of your mind.

“Okay, good job everyone!” Steve congratulated all of you. “Fortunately for us, this Hydra base was empty, but it’s not always going to be like that…” he kept on going with his speech but you weren’t listening anymore.

You took a seat, feeling as if your legs would give out on you any second. It felt as if someone was hammering your poor brain, you felt your skin on fire and you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. You felt as if your senses magnified and you felt everything ten times stronger, no matter how hard you tried to stop feeling anything at all.

“Y/n, you okay?” Clint said while placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” you said as you gently shrugged off his hand off your burning skin, not wanting him to notice it.

Okay,” he said, sitting next to you, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

You did the same, in hopes that getting some rest will make it all go away. As you drifted off to sleep, two pairs of eyes were watching your every move. Taking down mental notes of your body language, something they would usually do. But this time they could clearly tell that something was off with you.

“Something is up with her,” the redhead mumbled, squinting her eyes at you.

“Something’s definitely wrong,” the brunette concluded.

“Can you like, check on her?”

“You want me to go through her mind?!” Wanda hissed in disbelief.

“Oh, come on. Don’t act so innocent now, Wan,” the brunette's eyes opened wide in realisation, of course Natasha knew about that. “I know you do it all the time, it’s like your little hobby, isn’t it?” the redhead teased her.

“No, I do not. Those things are private,” Wanda scoffed.

“It’s okay, I’m judging. I mean I think I would also do it if I could,” she had a grin plastered on her face.

“It’s not funny, Nat,” she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, right. Just do it,” Natasha nudged her.

“Okay, okay,” the brunette mumbled some Russian curses and a second later her eyes were turning red.

“What do you see?”

“I’m not sure,” she said, getting lost in your mind. “Everything’s a blur.”

“What do you mean ‘a blur’? It can’t be right.”

“I’m just telling you what I’m seeing, Tasha,” her brows furrowed as she tried to concentrate even more.

There had to be something that could tell the both of them what was wrong with you. You barely talked to them when you got in the quinjet, that was so not like you. You were always trailing behind them, that was one thing they liked about you. Wherever they went, you followed them like a lost puppy.

They also found it cute that even though everyone was aware you had a thing for the two of them, you never dared to do anything about it. So the two of them would tease you, making you flustered, loving the way your cheeks would go crimson red. They liked you, they really did, that was why Wanda and Natasha were so eager to know what was wrong with you. So they could make you feel better.

“Wait a second…”

“What? What is it? Tell me.”

“I think she’s in pain, but she’s not physically hurt. No, this is deeper, quite strange really. Oh, Nat, I think she’s—”

“Okay, everyone you are free for the rest of the day. See you all at dinner. First round is on me,” Steve said, as the quinjet landed. His loud voice woke you up in the process and distracted Wanda.

You groaned in annoyance, sleeping did nothing for you, everything felt ten times louder and you felt like tearing your skin off your body.

You got up quickly and made your way to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“The fuck’s wrong with me?” you mumbled to yourself.

You felt your tummy sinking, a fire starting in your lower area. You closed your eyes as the pain became unbearable. But closing your eyes only made it worse somehow. Your mind was filled with thoughts of them, their hands, their lips, their kisses, their scents.

“Fuck,” it came out as a moan.

The only thing you could think about was Natasha and Wanda. And that was when it hit you. You needed them, you always had, but this time you needed them or you felt like you could actually die. They will know what to do, they could help you.

“Detka!” you heard someone banging on your door.

You gasped in relief at the perfect timing.

“Y/n, we know you are not okay. Just let us inside,” the redhead shouted through your door.

Once you open the door, they realise how bad this whole thing was for you. With just one look at you they could tell you were a mess. Your breath was uneven, your cheeks were as red as ever and a thin layer of sweet covered your whole body.

“I, I—,” you tried, but your voice simply wasn’t cooperating.

“We know, baby. We know,” Wanda cooed, as Natasha closed and locked the door behind her.

“This is bad, you shouldn’t be here…”

“It’s okay, malyshaka. We are here to help you.”

“I don’t think I can control myself…”

“We don’t want you to,” the redhead said as she stood behind you.

You could feel her hot breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine.

“It hurts,” you almost cried. “I need it to stop… I need you… Make it stop,” you said breathlessly.

And that’s all it took for Wanda to connect her lips with yours and for Natasha to kiss your neck. You swear you could come undone just by the feeling of their lips but it wasn’t nearly enough. Moans escaped from your mouth repeatedly, gasping for air.

Somehow the three of you made it to your bed, Wanda’s lips never leaving yours and Natasha firming her grip on your waist. Soon enough the three of you were stripped out of your clothes, and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as soon as you made skin to skin contact with them.

“Fuck,” the word rolled out off your togue onto Wanda’s lips the moment your exposed core touched her thigh.

You felt a wave of pleasure washing over you, clouding all your senses and just focusing on the overwhelming feeling. Your head fell back as it hit Natasha’s stomach and she seized the moment in order to finally have a taste of your lips.

As Natasha took care of your lips, trailing her rough hands all over your torso, you started rocking your hips, Wanda’s thigh hitting the right spots on your core. It soon all became too much and you started riding her thigh at a much faster pace, knowing you were closer to your relief.

The coil inside you finally snapped, a wave of immense pleasure washed over you as you cursed over and over again, their names slipping out of your lips. You were a sweety horny little mess, you had a first taste of them and now you needed more. It was a hunger that was yet to be satisfied.

As you catched your breath, you got up from Wanda’s lap and gently pushed Natasha over the bed.

“What are you—?” she raised a brow at you, confused at your behaviour.

They have studied you before and they knew for a fact that you were no leader, you were a follower. You were also a people pleaser, everybody’s needs coming before your own. So you taking the lead in this situation got her off guard.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, before getting on top of her, straddling her head with your thighs.

Without a warning you let your weight fall on top of her, her lips getting immediate access to your cunt. Natasha wasn’t able to resist you, she started licking, sucking, biting, getting moans and whimpers out of your pretty lips.

Her hands found your thighs and gently squeezed, her nails digging into your flesh. You felt Wanda getting behind you, rocking herself onto Natasha’s abdomen. She kissed your neck, leaving love bites all over your sensitive skin.

The room was filled with your moans and whimpers as Wanda and Natasha took care of you. You didn't care how loud you were being, you felt in cloud 9 with the two Russians hitting all the right places.

Your head fell back on Wanda’s shoulder, her hands trailing up your body pinching and massaging your nipples. All while Natasha worked her tongue in and out of you, her nose hitting your clit making your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You felt your second orgasm getting closer, you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long if they kept on working their magic on you.

“Shit, don’t stop,” you gasped.

Natasha moaned in your cunt as she felt your hips rocking even faster, and wanting to help you out, she did her best work on you. Wanda didn’t trail behind and she kept on teasing your breast and sucking on your skin.

“I’m— I’m—,” a loud moan cut you off as you came undone on Natasha’s lips.

She helped you ride out your high, getting as much of your juice as she could. She moaned at the taste of you, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull getting confirmation you were as sweet as she had always imagined. The moan she let out sent a shiver up your spine, making you squirm.

“How are you, malyshka?” Wanda whispered in your ear, as she helped you get off of Nat.

You throw yourself at her, feeling the fire inside of you starting back again, as your lips seek for hers. You kissed her roughly, biting her lower lip so hard that some blood came out. You tasted her blood on your tongue as you licked the small wound you had caused her.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled on her lips, breathless.

“It’s okay,” she whispered on your lips.

You didn’t mean to be rough with her, but it was out of your control. The fire inside you was too strong to keep it under control.

“I want your fingers… I need your fingers,” you said, reaching for her hand and putting two of her fingers inside of your mouth.

Wanda moaned at the sight before her, she swore she was soaking wet. But right now it wasn't about her, it was all about helping you. Poor Y/n, suffering like a bitch in heat.

Once you were done sucking, you guided them to your aching cunt, letting her take care of you. Even though you had already come two times, you were still as wet and as needy. She easily pushed two fingers inside of you, her eyes closing at how warm you felt.

“She’s so tight, Nat.”

“Really? I guess we’ll have to work on that,” you heard the redhead chuckling, but you were lost in your pleaser. Through your hooded eyes you watched them kiss each other, making you even hotter and wetter. Wanda knew you needed this really bad, so being the lady she was, she quickly picked up her pace. She felt you clenched around her fingers and that only made her thrust her fingers even faster.

Natahsa loved the scene unfolding before her eyes but wanting to take part, she got closer to Wanda, her lips reaching out for the brunette’s breasts, sucking her nipples.

“Shit,” she gasped at the feeling, her finger stopping for half a second.

“Wanda…” you moaned out annoyingly, making Natasha chuckle.

“So– sorry,” she breathed out, getting back to her work.

Your hands travelled up or body, pinching and massaging your own breast, as you watched the redhead sucking violently Wanda’s nipples. Getting whimpers out of the two of you.

“Wan, I’m close,” you whispered.

“We got you, moya lyubov.”

The moment the pet name reached your ears you felt the wave of pleasure washing over you, coming for the third time.

“Fuck!” you manage to say, short of breath.

You felt the fire inside you finally being put out as Wanda’s fingers helped you ride out your high.

“You finally had enough?” Natasha joked.

“Maybe,” you shuddered, still trying to recover from the activity.

“Well, you better have, it’s our turn now.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her, a small smile forming on your lips.

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