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Under The Influence (of Regret)
Vi x fem!reader
Summary: An already altered discussion has an even worse consequence.
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Warning: HEAVY ANGST, mentions of alcoholism, canon-typical violence, arguments, screaming, BLOOD.
note: this story takes place after the end of arcane.
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.
War and grief have the power to change a person. Maybe for a while, or maybe forever, but change is a certainty.
You didn't escape it, neither did Vi.
You were a constant presence at Caitlyn's mansion, at her insistence. She knew that having a friend around would be good for Vi and for herself. And you didn't want to be alone either, after everything you'd witnessed.
With the periods you spent away from your apartment, it was necessary to always have a small suitcase with your things, despite Caitlyn's insistence that you occupy one of the closets in the room you were assigned.
The problem with taking your clothes was that Vi got into the habit of borrowing them, or just taking them out of your suitcase and then showing up wearing one of your shirts.
But you didn't care. Stealing your clothes seemed like a pastime to her, or pestering you to read to her in front of the fireplace. You didn't mind any of that, since you'd rather have her doing those things than drinking whole bottles of booze.
Vi's addiction to alcohol has always worried you, you closely followed the bad period she went through after the fight with Caitlyn.
She scoffed the first time you suggested she try cutting down on her drinking, got angry the second time, and only softened the third time when she saw how upset you were about it..
The first few months after the war were the hardest, as she grieved over Jinx's death. But you tried to make her comfortable, giving her space and staying close when she seemed more open. The following months were easier, even though the pain was still there, she knew you would be there for her.
With a soft knock on the door of the room she shared with Caitlyn, you waited only a few seconds before hearing permission to enter.
Vi smiled softly as you poked your head in the doorway before stepping all the way in. She was sprawled out in one of the fancy chairs near the fireplace.
"Hey, smarty pants." she held out a hand as you approached.
"Hey, what are you doing?" you rubbed your thumb gently over her bruised knuckles. They were already healing.
"Just... nothing. I couldn't find you and Cait is working in her office." she replied, leaning her head against the back of her chair. "What about you?"
"I'm sorry to tell you, but I need my brown jacket." You replied, seeing her look up at you. "I'm going home today."
"Why?" she asked, letting herself sound fragile, something she rarely did.
"I need to wash my clothes and, I don't know, live in my own house? For a while. Before they kick me out." you shrugged.
"There's a washing machine here, I bet you can use it. And Cait already said you can live-"
"Vi." you interrupted her with a warning tone. "I don't want to talk about this again, you can come see me, or I'll come here when I have time, I don't know. Where's my jacket?"
She let go of your hand and frowned cutely, making her look like a kitten.
"In my middle drawer." she nodded towards the large closet that took up almost an entire wall in the room. "On the left side of the closet."
"In the drawer?" you asked, frowning as you walked over to the closet, opening the doors and looking at the drawers she indicated. "You know where you're supposed to hang a jacket, right?"
"Nonsense," she replied, turning her face back to the fire. "I saved it, that's what matters."
"It must be full of mold, yuck." you joked as you opened the drawer, soon spotting the thick lining of your jacket, picking it up and bringing it close to your face.
You were about to close the drawer again when you saw a smooth surface, glass? Against your better judgment of leaving Vi's privacy alone, you opened the drawer wider and moved the few clothes that were covering the small bottle out of the way. Bottle. A small, light bottle of liquor. Someone had drunk more than half of it.
Your stomach sank and you stopped listening to Vi's voice rattling off a response to your earlier taunt. You lifted the bottle and turned to her.
"Vi, what the fuck is this?" you sounded harsher than you intended. "I thought you were done with that."
She turned her face to you, her expression darkening into anger, "Gimme that." she stood up and walked over to you.
"What's this nonsense?" you took the bottle out of her reach as she stepped forward and tried to take it from you.
"You don't have to get involved in this. Give me the bottle." she held out her hand and you stepped back even further.
"Please, you've come so far. Does Cait know? She'd hate to see you drinking again." you could feel your eyes burning with tears that wanted to come out.
"You don't know anything about me and Cait. Give me that." she advanced on you and you felt anger.
"No!" you shouted. "I thought you-"
"I told you to give me that!" she raised her fist in the air and you felt your head being thrown back hard, making you stumble.
You lost your balance and the things you were carrying fell. Your vision blurred slightly and you soon felt blood running down your now sore nose. Bringing your hand up to your face, you panicked slightly when you saw the thick liquid covering it.
You turned your wide eyes to Vi, who was staring at you, transfixed. Getting up from the ground, you quickly walked past her and stomped away.
The large bandage on your nose was uncomfortable and unsightly. Your nose throbbed and every now and then a wave of pain would hit you, making you curl up even more.
But the pain you felt when you remembered Vi's words was greater, she was right, after all. You knew nothing about her and you shouldn't meddle in her life.
The next day came in a blur and you only realized it when you heard a knock on your door. Groaning in discontent, you dragged yourself over and opened the door a crack.
Your expression quickly fell when you saw Vi standing there, your suitcase slung over her shoulder, your brown jacket in her unoccupied hand.
"What are you doing here?" you spat.
"You... you left your things at Cait's house, I just wanted to bring them to you." she said, her gaze roaming over your face, a hint of worry present.
You reached your hand through the door opening, "Okay, give it to me."
"It's heavy, I'll put it in there for you." she lowered her face and continued to look at you, so that her eyes seemed bigger. "Please."
You huffed and opened the door wider, stepping aside for her to come in. She walked past you with cautious steps as you left the door ajar. You crossed your arms, watching her place your suitcase on the coffee table, resting your jacket on top.
Vi turned to you, her gaze lingering on your face. She looked shy, which was not like her.
"I didn't mean to hit-"
"You said you came to bring my things and you already did, you can go." you interrupted, your nose starting to hurt again.
"I would never hurt you on purpose." she took a step towards you, making you step back. "I didn't mean to do it."
"But you did. And you were right, anyway. I don't know anything about you and I'm not going to interfere in your life anymore." you replied, your voice serious. "Go away."
Vi's eyes shone, the shine of tears she didn't want to shed. She shook her head and walked past you.
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#diana's music diary#good afternoon I'm very tired...#yesterday was okay enough.. maybe even good? Lancer was fun! Ophelia messed up really bad and now the crew is in danger!! yay!!#didn't do all that much else really... I was so exhausted and idk why... I've been so so tired lately... more than my usual eepiness...#I don't know what the exact reason is too it's like... I'm sure I got enough sleep... I had a headache and stuff too so maybe that?#well whatever... I still haven't decided on changing urls yet... today I woke up after like 3 or 4 hours of sleep so my brain is melting#spent an hour looking for a part for my coffee grinder cause I needed it for something (something that isn't coffee)#I couldn't find it so I ended up using a knife to cheat it into working... which worked well but was a little bit more messy n.n;;#I found a couple of nice things when I was looking at least!#a rarity plush an ex gave me and the jacket Sheila gave me years ago... I should clean them up they got a bit dusty from my last move...#anyway later I'm going to try to have some fun... will maybe hang out with friends or just vc with my partner... idk...#the thing I had to get up now for should be done by later at least đ let's keep making today good and fun even while eepy n_n;
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I'm extremely socially understimulated
#spent a while looking into things going on today to try to find something to do#drove into the city and went to an event alone#there was not much to do so i went home#and all evening I've felt unsatisfied like i need to be around people but i don't have anywhere convenient at this hour#meanwhile multiple people i know are going to parties tonight (i'm not invited)#reached out to like ten plus people earlier to catch up/ask to hang out#trying not to feel too jealous#and to figure out what i can do alone at home that still feels satisfying
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#this is gonna be so tmi sorry iâm advance but#how am i supposed to deal with having a body and every mental illness and stomach problems and throat problems and being ugly and having no#hobbies or life skills or a job#i need to find a job but i also have to deal with my stomach and my throat so i can be well enough to actually move my body to find a job#but i donât have much money left so i canât focus on those things either so iâm spending literally hours a day in the bathroom and it hurts#to speak#and i donât want to feed myself i donât want to take my meds i donât want to do anything but get high which also physically hurts also bc#throat#and i have to do PT everyday so i can shit better but i also need to find a job so i canât waste silly energy on things like that but then i#canât get a job because i feel like shit and am shitting literally all the fucking time#and obviously the logical thing should be to just take care of my health today so i can be good to#tomorrow to find a job right? wrong actually! tomorrow itâll be somethingâs#and the day after that#n the day after that#and every day after that one too!#but no one is actually willing to help me with anything because i am a 1 dimensional human being who spawned yesterday who has never heard#of things like ââbuilding tenacityâ and âhaving structureâ thereâs actually nothing wrong with me iâm just lazy i guess!#but if i wanna kill myself thatâs wrong and bad and needs to be stopped immediately#other people seem to look at suicidal people and go âi have no reason to want to kill myself so other people just need to push it through :)#thug it out lolâ and itâs like actually these are very good reasons to want to die#i have spent the last 9 years actively in treatment actively working on myself actively trying to build a better life#it has only gotten worse#donât talk to me about getting over to the other side. iâm on it. itâs just as bad as every other one of the sides#life doesnât ever get better for some people and just because that wasnât true for you and your life did get better doesnât mean other#peoples lives every will get better. like it is straight up not possible for me to have a better life. and i know this for a fact because if#it was#i would have it now and i would have had it for a while
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summary: The quiet Enforcer stops by your quiet library. Multiple times.
content: STEB! librarian!reader gets sick, fluff, can't think of much else! probably ooc
wordcount: 2.397
a/n: i love Steb so much... inbox/requests open!
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The sun in Piltover shone as bright as it always did. It lit up the entire library, and you could not help but hum as you pushed the cart of books around. The warmth of the rays only made the building look more beautiful, something which you were not aware was even possible.
The high ceilings with curved windows and hand-painted images, detailed golden pillars, royal blue seats with dark wooden tables. Not all of your fellow students liked the library. To be fair, there were tons of other stunning places all around Piltover, but yours was here.
You spent so much time surrounded by the books that you just ended up taking a side job as the assistant. It meant pouring coffee and putting back books, but it also meant reading when everything was cleaned and drinking the sweet tea that was technically only meant for the professors.
With the library not being the most popular spot, it also allowed you to brush up on skills and even pick up new things to learn. The history of Piltover, Professor Heimerdinger's autobiography, varieties of plants, but most recently, you found a book about sign language. It was interesting for sure. Every time you put the loaned books back in their spot, another one got added to the stack of other books that you still wanted to read during your breaks.
So, as per usual, you sat at the window near the counter. Even with it being your break, you still liked to be close to your workspace, just in case someone came in.
A steaming cup of tea stood beside your book as you flipped through the pages, admiring the photographs of Piltover's 'ten most beautiful buildings', occasionally stirring the cup of tea and taking a sip out of it. Stuck in your own world, though your gaze moved to outside the window ever so often. From here, you could see the main square - the market, Enforcers, students.
The watch around your wrist kept ticking away, reminding you that your break had already stopped a few minutes ago. A neat bookmark got placed between the pages of the book as you turned around, nearly dropping the hot beverage that you were holding.
Right in front of you stood a tall Enforcer. His face was blank and his hands were clasped behind his back. You were nearly jealous of his posture - you must have looked idiotic with how hunched over you were sitting.
"Oh, Officer! I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long."
The man slowly shook his head, his eyes set on you as you moved back to the counter, placing the book that you were reading back on its space. He took a step closer, his arms still behind him.
"What can I help you with today?"
He held out his hand, a small note hidden in the grip of his glove. A short list with some of the most specific books you had seen in a while. Even though you did not dare to ask him why he needed all of these, you could not help but try to theorize.
Maybe he was working on a weapon, or what if he went off into the wilderness and build a house out of nothing but sticks and mud?
"Ha, this might take me a moment to find. Would you like some tea, Officer?"
Quietly, he stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. He just had his break - after bringing these books to Commander Kiramman, his day was basically over. Patrol for an hour, and then it was time for him to relax. Finally away from all the loud sounds of the city. But being in the empty library was not unwelcome, either.
"I will be back in a sec!"
It was much longer than a sec.
With every minute, you got more and more anxious. How could you keep an Enforcer waiting for this long? There was no one in the entire library! Your footsteps sounded heavy and you felt like every breath you took was one too loud. But, after fifteen minutes and lots of going up and down ladders, you finally found all the books on his list.
"And... Phew! This should be all," you wiped your hands, "Do you need help bringing it to... your office?"
Silently, the Enforcer shook his head again, reaching for the stack of thick books as he held them in his hands.
"Oh! What name can I put these on? That way I can remember, for next week!"
Next week? Oh, to return the books.
The man looked around him for a moment before his eyes fell on the small notebook next to you. He glanced at it as he looked back at you. You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment before going 'aha!', reaching for your notebook as you opened it on a blank page, handing him your pen. If you could have, you would have chuckled. A strong officer writing in your sparkly notebook with a neon-coloured gel pen.
He put the pen back down, nodding before taking one step back.
"Thank you so much. Till next time, Officer Steb."
Even with the interaction being a little under a week ago, you still had not moved on from it. His intense, blue gaze, his straight and confident posture. His handwriting even - it was immortalized in your notebook.
You found yourself looking for him through the windows, and while walking through the square, you would keep an eye out for his tall figure. 'He still has two days to return the books,' you thought to yourself. Most people even turned their books in late. But he was an Enforcer, so you highly doubted that he would.
Humming again as you placed the books back on the shelves, your cart now empty. Except for a few students in the far corner of the library, you were all on your own. You didn't mind - it left you with some time to finish up the essay that was due for tomorrow. So, with a sigh, you pushed the cart back to the counter.
There, in front of the small spot where you always sat, stood Officer Steb. It seemed to immediately lift your spririts as the cart suddenly felt much lighter.
"Officer Steb!"
His ears slightly moved back a little, not expecting your voice to suddenly pop up, but as he saw you, he gave you a nod.
"And, how did you like the books?"
He only nodded in return, placing the stack of books down on the counter. All of them had been put in alphabetical order - he must be an organized man. You pulled up his page, making sure that you had all the correct books as you nodded, scribbling down all the extra information before handing him the handwritten receipt.
"Could I do anything else for you, Officer?"
Steb was quiet - he was quiet often times. Out of his pocket, he fished another note with a few more books on it. The Undercity's History, a cookbook, 'Haircutting for Dummies!', and some more titles. You glanced up at him, trying hard not to let chuckles escape from you.
"Are these⊠All for you?"
You spot the tiniest shape of a smile as he shook his head. He tapped his Enforcer badge as you nodded, an 'oooh' as you looked back at the list.
"Be right back!"
This time, you found the books much faster. Not that Steb minded if you took a while - he enjoyed the library. He liked the books, the smells, the sun - you. Maddie offered to bring all the loaned books back to the library, but by the time she could even think about standing up, Steb was already out the door. The rest of the Enforcers shrugged it off as the man just wanting to spend some quiet time on their own. It was what he did.
But you.
How⊠Happy you always were. Cheery, but not overwhelmingly so. A bright flash of the sun through dark clouds. A stark contrast to his stoic demeanour, fire and water.
"There we go," you hummed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as you pushed the cart back to the desk, "Can I put it under Officer Steb again?"
Hearing his name coming from you felt new, refreshing. He nodded, reaching over for the stack.
"Well, if you use the haircut book, let me know."
Steb snorted with a smile before clearing his throat, quickly standing back up straight before nodding. He was looking forward to next week.
For months, he came every single Tuesday, always around the same time. It must be during his break, or during his patrol. Only once had someone else shown up, Officer Nolan, as she introduced herself. She was nice and very talkative, so the two of you spent quite some time at the desk, chatting away. The week after that, Steb had written something extra on a note that he had stuck in a book.
'Sorry for Officer Nolan'
It had made you laugh.
Every week, the list of books would be different from the one before. Not only that, but the topics of said books could not be further apart. It was after a month of wondering that Steb answered the burning question that you had in mind. 'They are for the entire squad. They make a list, I get the books.' It made sense. So now, every week, you would try to guess which of the Enforcers would be reading which book. A fun little game, and thankfully Officer Steb would humour you, nodding or shaking his head depending on if your guess was right.
Over time, it felt like a friendship. More details of Steb came to the surface, and he would ask about your day. Favorite foods, hobbies, things you both hated. Officer Steb did not speak much, but he was comforting company. If bringing the book was his last task of the day, then he would stay at the library for a moment, starting the book that was meant for him. The last few times, you also placed a cup of tea next to him when he wasn't looking. It was like a challenge to see if he noticed you sneaking up on him - he did, but he would have never told you.
Today had been a bad day.
You slipped on your way to the library, there was a group of loud kids in the library, your head was pounding and you were not sure if you were feeling hot or cold. With a pack of tissues in your hand, you sniffed, squeezing your eyes shut.
The large windows and bright sun felt like a curse as you wished for nothing more than it to be dark outside. At least the group of rowdy teenagers had finally left.
When you heard the door open again, you nearly groaned in annoyance. If they returned, then you would have had no other choice but to hide in the back, away from the noise.
But after the creaking of the door, there was no other noise. You raised an eyebrow before lifting your head out of your hands, being met with no one other than Officer Steb.
"Oh, Officer Steb," you sniffed, your voice hoarse and odd-sounding due to your blocked nose, "I nearly forgot the date."
While usually dressed in his Enforcer uniform, he now wore something much more casual. You had never seen him outside of the dark blue and gold - the black and dark green suited him. Without his beret or helmet on, you could also see his hair. You wondered if he used the 'Haircutting for Dummies' book for it all those months ago. According to Steb, the book was not for him. His eyebrows creased as he scanned you, squinting his eyes.
"Yeah, not the best day," you shrugged, wiping your hand on your shirt, "But there is no one else to run the library, so⊠Me it is."
He quietly stared at you for another moment before gesturing to your notepad again. The sparkly cover held many pages of his handwriting - so many that it might as well have been his. You silently hand it over, your head aching with every move you make.
'Stay here, be right back'.
Steb turned on his heels, walking right down the hall and out the door. You only raised an eyebrow before looking over the stack of books and writing down all the information you needed. After what felt like an eternity, you finally sat back down in your chair, your fingers rubbing at your temples.
The Enforcer came back not long after, a small bag in his left hand. He placed it on the counter - as quietly as he could - which made you look back up.
"You're free."
Steb's voice was so different from what you imagined.
"I-" you frowned, "Excuse me, Officer Steb? I'm not sure what you mean."
"Just Steb is fine," he looked away, "Commander Kiramman has contacted the owner of the library, your boss, and you have permission to leave now."
How had he done that?
Your bag was still packed, resting against the side of the counter, almost jumping in excitement that you got to go home.
"You are sick, yes?"
"I mean⊠Sadly so, I'm guessing."
He nodded, slowly reaching out to you before slightly raising an eyebrow. You breathed in, nodding as his hand made contact with your forehead. Cold, so cold. Your eyes almost closed at the sensation, the feeling of his cool fingers nice against your burning face.
Sadly, the moment ended all too soon as Steb reached into the small bag, pulling out an assortment of different painkillers and medicine.
"Once a day," he held up one of the packets, "Maximum of three a day, six hours inbetween."
He had gone out to get you medicine? You nearly wanted to start crying, your tired eyes and heavy limbs glad that they would almost be able to rest. Not to mention the bursting and pounding of your heart. Despite feeling horrible, a smile still formed on your face.
"I⊠Steb, thank you. I can't believe this."
He took your bag off the ground, waiting for you to lock everything up before exiting the library, side by side.
"Thank you again," you said, though it came out not nearly as loud as you thought it would have.
"Have to take care of my favourite librarian," his comment nearly made you fall over, though he would not have let that happen, "I bring you home, you take the medicine, and I see you next week?"
#arcane imagines#arcane#arcane fics#arcane x reader#steb#steb arcane#steb x reader#steb fics#steb imagine
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Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader Synopsis: A normal morning with Five Word Count: 1.2k Tags: Fluff, Season 4 fix it fic Note: wanted to write for five in my tipsy stupor and this was born. Also, send requests!
He wouldnât change this for anything, six years with you had been as close to heaven as he could ever hope to get.
Five had done a lot of bad things in his life- he was sure he was as close to the devil as one could get but you had always been there, the sun to his moon, the smile to his frown, the Hera to his Zeus. All he had ever wanted was for time to stop, for him not to be worrying about his family and an upcoming apocalypse and that is all he had up until now. the complete freedom from that aspect of his life finally allowed him to have his retirement. Until he got bored and applied for the CIA.
Getting the job was something Diego may have envied but you fully supported it because while he may have the memories and mind of a much older man psychically he didnât look any older than eighteen and neither did you thanks to his mess-up with the calculations a whole three apocalypses ago. He had spent twenty-six years by your side now and still didnât seem long enough in his opinion.
Waking up by your side was a gift he hoped he never had to give up. Watching you sleep with a soft smile as he realised that this was his reality now- the world was safe, you were safe. He never needed to worry about something coming to take you and his family away again- it had been six years of peace and he can only look forward to even more.Â
He hated waking you up in the morning but also knew that you would be sad if he left for work before you could give him a kiss goodbye, something he wouldn't admit to also missing if he ever dared to leave you asleep in bed. Luckily, today he had the day off as did you for it was little Grace's birthday a day the young girl was very excited for because her "favourite auntie and uncle" would make an appearance her voice echoing in his head from when you had called Lila for a chat yesterday and confirmed to very happy Grace Stanley Hargreeves that the two of you wouldnât dare miss her birthday party after she had threatened that her father would come and kidnap the pair of you if you dared to miss her most special day. It was later on in the day in the afternoon as Lila had claimed annoyed that it couldnât be too early as she needed time to not only get the twins ready but also set up the party as the kids club it was going to be located at so he got to watch you for the first time in whoever knows how long sleep in and not feel bad for not waking you up.
Eventually, he could feel the need for coffee overwhelm him knowing that if he didn't get some in his system he would soon become a âgrumpy old manâ as you liked to say so he slowly unwrapped his hands from around you and gave a soft kiss to your forehead as he departed from the warm of your embrace and made his way towards the kitchen his main goal to make himself a cup of goddam coffee.Â
You grumbled slightly at the feeling of his lips on your head trying to snuggle back into his neck when you noticed his removal from the haven of your warm bed causing you to groan at the loss of him.
Ever since saving the world more than once you found it hard to sleep without him the fear of living in a world without him haunts you on darker days and frightening nights so it was of no surprise to you when your eyes quickly blinked open at the loss of him in the bed luckily his side was still warm calming your brain as you slowly and annoyingly began to awaken a lot earlier than you wouldâve wished for on your day off.
After a few minutes of rolling around in the bed hoping you could convince yourself to go back to sleep you deceitfully trudged yourself away leaving the safety of your covers in order to find your lover. Yawning as you made your way from your bedroom into the kitchen smelling the coffee from a mile away giving his location away easily you found him sitting at the breakfast table sipping coffee smiling softly as he saw you appear from the door you smiled back lazily as you dropped into the chair opposite his, head resting on your hands as he strokes your face with his thumb in an apology for waking you up you simply hummed in understanding- he canât be awake too long without coffee otherwise he will become irritable and you couldnât have that with Graceâs birthday party being at two o'clock.
Luther had called yesterday letting you know that he would be picking up Ben from prison as he was finally getting released today, he also mentioned that Victor was planning on making an appearance. A fact that left you and Five shocked barely hearing from the Hargreeves sibling since you had split off after Alison reset the timeline.
Five stopped stroking your face as he got up from his chair walking into the living room before quickly returning with the crossword puzzle book you had gifted him for his birthday, he made a point to do one puzzle every morning before he did anything else, except have his coffee that is, claiming that it made him feel ready for the day and feel as though you were with him on the days he set off for work before you had even awoken a fact that made you smile as you looked at the boy- a man as he now liked to claim as he looked down at his puzzle his eyebrows furrowed as he completed it with ease only meeting your gase once he had finished today crossword eyebrows raising as you smiled at him before reaching to tuck the hairs in front of his face behind his ears as they usually go in his eyes. Something that while it annoyed him he wouldnât dare cut his hair any shorter especially after you had spoken of your fondness over this overgrown style. His hands grabbed at your wrists before you could pull away from him, using this as leverage he drew you closer to press a slow kiss to your lips smiling as you hummed in content at the contact of his lips on yours, his hands stroking at your wrists making butterflies erupt in your stomach as if he hadnât been doing this for the past two decades. You smiled as you parted your hand coming to rest on his jaw where his dimple sat among his freckles, he smiled back at you his eyes not daring to leave yours.
You both were sure that while this day was going to be as ordinary as the others had these past six years it would be special just because you were here together.Â
#five hargreaves x reader#five hargreeves x reader#five hargreeves#the umbrella academy#tua s4#tua x reader#tua x you#five x reader#number five#number five x reader#five imagine#five#tua imagine
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Roommate!Ellie who is a pervđ
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I remember somebody writing something like this but Iâve no idea who Ëâ Ë. This is literally a complete 180 from my previous fic LMAOđ itâs been over a year since Iâve written just pure smut,, idk if this is good or not but whatever.
C/w: FILTHY smut. Porn w a bit of plot. No use of Y/N. Fingering (both receiving). Pillow humping. dom!reader & sub!ellie. Kinda loser!ellie? Ellie is a perv but still needs consent >âą<. Squirtingđ.
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âHeyyy Ellie? This is gonna sound weird,,, but like,, do you know where any of my underwear is?â
You feel so fucking weird asking your roommate this question. After all, itâs just so embarrassing, and youâve looked EVERYWHERE. If you didnât know where it is⊠she definitely didnât. I mean, the dryer eats up your socks all the time. Probably happens to Ellie too. Surely youâre not the only one with garments missing.
Ellie shifts a little on her feet, âWhat do ya mean?â She looks at you with those damn puppy dog eyes she loves to use, and you swear youâre not crazy when your stomach does the flip thing.
You try not to look her in the eye, âNot really bras but more like⊠panties?â
âOhhh okay. Ya I understand. Oh but no- havenât seen any that arenât mine.â She says nonchalantly while walking away.
You blink at her, âOh! well thanks anyway.â You shrug your shoulders as you walk back into your room.
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She had promised herself only a couple pairs. Maximum 3. She tried to be smart about it - sheâd take one pair of each kind you had. That way it wouldnât look so suspicious, instead of only your pretty Victoriaâs Secret thongs going missing. One pair of briefs, one pair of bikinis,,, and of course her favorite thong of yours.
This whole⊠obsession⊠we can say, started on the second day the two moved in together. You two were sitting on the couch after youâd spent way too long lugging it inside together. You were texting your friends on your phone as she turned on the tv to some dinosaur channel. Ellie couldnât stop sneaking glances of you - your body and what you were wearing. She flashed her eyes down and saw this absolutely gorgeous pair of red panties peek out from under your leggings. Seeing you in those almost made her drop the remote. Why would you be wearing something like that? Who were you trying to impress?
From what she could tell from rummaging through your things when you moved in yesterday, you were single. In fact, you basically had lay it all out beautifully for her. All your bras, underwear, tights and sex toys were all in the same box. She licked her lips, no girl getting some good head at the moment would need a clit sucking vibrator. It all came together when she casually mentioned her last girlfriendâs around you, and she had to turn away to smile when you mentioned you like girls too.
Now, Ellie had this habit. Whenever youâd go out with your friends or off to work, sheâd waltz into her bedroom, lock the door (to be safe), and dig down deep in her underwear drawer until she found your own panties. She carefully had them hidden inside her own boxers, there was basically no way you could ever find them. Not like you would search her room without permission anyway, she knew you. And of course she didnât really steal them⊠she was borrowing them. She planned on returning them whenever she felt like it⊠whenever that might be.
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Today Ellie went through her usual routine of waiting five minutes after you left, going into her room, and grabbing the red thong. She sighed and bit her lip. It was almost as pretty as you.. silk with soft mesh, see through basically everywhere except for where your pussy would lay. She played with the red bow on top, âThis is so fucking stupid.â She thought to herself.
Ellie pressed her lips together, reaching into her shorts and palming herself over her boxers. She sighed immediately, letting out a soft âfuuuckkkkâ as her eyes fluttered shut.
Sheâd been waiting about two weeks since she snagged your thong to fuck herself with it. Yeah, she was really fucking horny for you, but she wanted to draw it out as long as she could.
She hummed to herself, âMmmmm,, need more..â she sat down on her bed and took her shorts off. She inspected the panties once more, as if she hadnât done that one hundred times already. Just by feeling them she could tell they were new. Maybe you were feeling confident about your new life youâve started. New job, new roommate, new panties. She was absent-mindedly rocking her hips back and forth during this, thinking about how youâd look wearing them while laying on her bed.
She finally took off her boxers and dipped her fingers into her pussy. Her mouth opened a little, she was wetter than she thought sheâd be. âMmhh okay,â she sighs, âThasâ better.â Ellie brought her wet fingers up to her throbbing clit, just touching it, not even rubbing circles like how she desperately needed to. She couldnât take it and whimpered, pushing her fingers onto herself harder as punishment. She felt her clit fluttering faster each second she held her fingers there.
She suddenly stopped , getting up to grab a pillow. She situated it in between her legs. âOkay..â she sighed, slowly lowering herself onto it. She began rocking her hips back and forth again, knitting her eyebrows together. It felt so much fucking better than humping nothing, especially considering how firm the edge of the pillow was.
She kept going, making her movements faster, but she quickly grew annoyed as her shirt would become tucked underneath herself as she rides the pillow. Grunting, she quickly pulled the shirt off, completely bare and naked except for her black sports bra. She hastily grabbed your red panties and lost her mind humping the pillow. She whimpered and started to let out small, quiet moans as her actions grew more and more desperate.
âY-yesss.. hah- so good.. fuck me, more pleassssseâŠâ Ellie could feel that familiar tightness at her core start to arise.
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As you approached the door to your appartement with your huge grocery haul in both hands, you heard the tv playing. You shook your head and smiled to yourself, âUgh Ellieâs always turning the tv up way too loud.. gonna get noise complaints soon.â You thought.
Quickly stepping inside, you set all the grocery bags down on the counter and walked to the living room to tell Ellie to turn down the tv. However, as soon as you walked in there was no Ellie, only the tv turned up and on some channel you knew Ellie didnât even watch. You raised an eyebrow but shook it off. She was probably invited somewhere last minute and, knowing Ellie, probably threw something on and ran out the door without turning off any lights or the tv.
You grabbed the remote from off the couch and watched the channel for a few seconds before deciding to click the power off button. The very second you turned off the tv, you werenât greeted by silence, but by Ellieâs voice doing something you never thought youâd hear: moaning.
Your whole face suddenly grew red, and you felt your stomach drop. Your mind began to race: Holy shit. Sheâs fucking someone in there. Why is she doing that today. Ohmygod I never said I was going to the store. She probably thought I was going to work and would be out for hours. Fuck. Fuck. Why is she fucking that girl and not me? No- fuck thatâs wrong. I canât think that about my roommate I barley know! Ohmygod I thought that when she said she was single she meant like- she didnât even do one night stands. Oh fuck me in the fucking ass-
Suddenly, your rapid stream of thoughts were cut off by Ellie moaning your name.
âMmmhhhmm.. hahhh fuck right there baby. Yes.. yes Iâm such a fuckinâ slut for you.â You hear her whine and fucking whimper. Your eyes grew as wide as balloons and you immediately dropped your purse on the couch. You take off your shoes so youâre not as loud, and sneak over to Ellieâs room where her door is closed.
You feel so fucking awkward you donât know what to do. Maybe you felt a little more horny than awkward however, because suddenly you notice yourself squeezing your thighs together and shifting on your feet.
âFuck it.â You thought. You reach for the door handle but stop as you go to turn it, second guessing yourself. Is this really right? Well I mean, sheâs the one masturbating to you and moaning your name⊠soâŠ
You turn the handle and slowly open the door. It creaks a little, causing Ellie to jump and freeze in place. The only thing you can manage to say is âHolyyyyy fuck.â Your super fucking hot ass tatted up roommate is riding her own pillow with your own red thong in hand moaning your own name. You feel like you canât even breathe.
âOhmygod wait-â Ellie starts, trying her best to hunch over and cover herself with the pillow, âOkay fuck Iâm really sorry I didnât even think youâd be home fuckingfuckmegoddammit I even turned on the tv super loud so no one would hear me and if I heard it turn off I would know you came back but ohmyfuckinggod I didnât hear it go silent imsofuckingsorry-â
You cut off her rambling of explanations and apologies, âHeyyyy, EllieâŠ?â You slowly take off your jacket and shirt, trying your very best to be sensual, but this was never your forte. âYou didnât finish⊠right?â You slowly look up at her.
âWha-? What? Why are you asking me-â
âYou didnât answer me.â You interrupt her. Your eyes become half lidded as you feel yourself becoming more confident. âDid you finish? Yes or no, Els.â
Ellie suddenly blushes at the nickname, âNo.â she whispers with wide eyes, looking right at you.
âLet me help you then.â
âFuck- please.â
Thatâs all the consent you need before you practically leap onto her, kissing her ravenously. The kiss quickly becomes sloppy and desperate, you pull away quickly to get some air, âFuck. Been wanting to do that since I moved in.â Without letting Ellie respond, you latch yourself onto her neck, kissing and taking in her scent that you love so much.
âMmmph- pleaseâŠâ She whimpers, quite pathetically. âCanât wait baby..â
You smile at the pet name, kissing her deeply again as your hands explore her toned body.
You swear itâs only ten seconds more and she breaks away, whispering âI-I need you.â
âOh I fucking know.â
Ellie watches you, eyes unfaltering as you plant kisses down her chest, toned abs, all the way down to her pussy.
Without warning, you start sliding a finger in, âWanna see how loose you are.â You mutter to yourself. You donât know why youâre even shocked when you easily push inside of her, deciding to slip another finger in.
Ellie moans immediately, grinding her hips rapidly down onto your hand. She throws her head back and her moans become louder, quicker. Suddenly, something red to the right of Ellie catches your eye as youâre finger fucking her. You were so tunnel visioned, ready to fuck her, that you completely forgot about your missing panties. The panties that she stole. You keep your eyes locked on your underwear as you speed up, as Ellie starts whining, basically crying about how sheâs âGonna cum soon.â
You can feel her g-spot so easily.
âYeah? Youâre gonna fucking tell me you took it or youâre not gonna cum. Use your words.â You instruct, never slowing down your pace.
Ellie gasps, she canât even pretend she doesnât know what youâre talking about, âYeah. Y-Yes I fucking took it. Mmm- wanted to see⊠needed you so bad.. aaaaahh..â she stammers out and you never stopped fucking her desperate little pussy, occasionally moaning in response to what she tried to say.
Finally getting the confession you needed, you curled your fingers up inside of her. âFuck- Iâm gonna cum Iâm gonna cum.. gonnacumbabyyyâŠâŠâ
âCum for me, Ellie.â
She finally does, finally gets to cum after everything thatâs happened. She gasps rapidly.
You talk her through her orgasm, saying things like, âThatâs it Ellie.â âGod youâre so fucking beautiful.â
As soon as she was done squirming, Ellie grabs your face and kisses you deeply. She sits the two of your up and slides her knee in between your thighs. You were so turned on, you swear you could cum just from doing this. It seems as though Ellie understood exactly what you wanted, because she swiftly flips you over onto your back and starts unbuttoning your pants.
You laugh, suddenly getting an idea, âWait, wait. Turn around and cover your eyes, Els.â
Sheâs skeptical, raising an eyebrow but complies anyway. After all, you just gave her the best orgasm sheâs probably ever had. She hears shuffling for a few seconds, and the zipper of your pants coming undone as you drop them to the floor.
âTadaaaa!â You exclaim, signaling to Ellie that itâs okay if she turns around.
You swear Ellieâs eyes have never been wider as she sees you wearing nothing but that damn red thong.
She almost drools, âHolyyyyy shiiiitttttt..â and slowly walks over to you, grabbing your waist with her sexy ass hands. âEven better than I was imagining.. need to fuck you right now okay..?â She mutters, mostly to herself, as sheâs still too distracted feeling up how the red silk hugs your body.
âBeen ready for so long, Els.â You say as you crawl back onto the bed, trying to break her out of her spell.
Ellie climbs on top of you and plays with your nipples, kissing and biting your neck at the same time. You whimper - thatâs definitely going to leave marks in the morning. Only after a few seconds her hands leave your chest, moving lower to peel away the red fabric and reveal your dripping pussy.
She gasps, staring for a few moments at how beautiful you are. âFuck, so so pretty.â She cracks her knuckles, âGod, youâre already so wet for me⊠Iâm gonna stretch you out baby, lemme know if you hurt âmkay?â
You whine in response, feeling the butterflies in your stomach erupt as she effortlessly slides two fingers in. You gasp as she starts moving, then slowly picking up the pace until sheâs basically slamming into your g-spot.
âOhhh.. f-fuck me.â
Ellie pants as she pumps her gorgeous fingers in and out of you, âThatâs jusâ what Iâm doinâ baby.â She smirks. Suddenly, she adds one more finger and brings her thumb up to rub your clit, and you almost scream.
It only takes a little more and youâre already on edge. She can feel you clenching around her. Youâre so close. She hisses sharply, sucking in the air through her teeth as you take her, âFuck, see my tattoo moving as I fuck you hon?â She pants, âDoinâ so good for me like this.â
âI- I think Iâm gonna cum soon..â You whimper and your legs start shaking. âAhh,, fuck Ellie-!!â
âGo on baby, you can cum.â
With just that little bit of motivation, you finally have the orgasm youâve so desperately wanted. Itâs so intense as she keeps fucking you senseless, you feel yourself squirt, which almost never happens, the warm fluid surprising you. You cover your face with your hands, so embarrassed that your body is doing this for Ellie. She hushes you, letting you know itâs okay.
You know youâre finally done when you throw your head back, trying to catch your breath. Ellie flops down beside you, smiling at you and waiting for the right time to say something.
âSo, wanna like⊠be my girlfriend now?â She says, absolutely way too nonchalantly.
You look at her and laugh, slapping her arm playfully, âYou literally made me see stars, Ellie! Gimme a second!!â
She throws her hands up in the air. âSorry, sorry! Just couldnât wait.â You both giggle.
You turn over on your side, kissing her cute little nose, âYeah.. yeah thatâd be nice.â
You smile and Ellieâs face lights up, she quickly plants fast kisses all over your face. âMy hot roommate wants to date me!!â She exclaims. You laugh and she pulls you in closer, hugging her arms around you.
She reaches over to turn off the lamp, and the two of you drift off to sleep.
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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 25 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Career Day arrives, and you definitely have the coolest collection of adults visiting your classroom. Bradley orchestrates a surprise, hoping you don't realize it's just a cover for something even bigger.
Warnings: fluff, adult language, 18+
Length: 4200 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader
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You were up before your alarm, too excited to stay in bed for a minute longer. When you tried to roll away from Bradley, his knee dug into your butt, and you groaned.
"Morning, Gorgeous," he grunted, arm wrapping around you like a boa constrictor until you were snug up against him again.
"Bradley," you whined, trying to squirm away. "I'm sore from being spanked."
You could hear his soft rumble of laughter as he released you, and you dragged yourself out of the other side of the bed. You weren't sure how you were going to make it through the day like this. You didn't even know if you'd be able to sit down. Still, you couldn't stop the smile that bloomed across your face, and soon Bradley was wearing one to match.
"Maybe we should have saved that for tonight," you whispered, gingerly rubbing your butt as you pulled your most capable looking dress from the closet you now shared with Bradley.
"We can revisit that activity tonight if you'd like." Just when you were about to argue there was no way that was going to happen again just yet, he let his hand slip down to the right side of your butt which went untouched last night. He gave you a little squeeze and whispered, "I'll get breakfast ready. I want you one hundred percent ready to go for Career Day, Baby."
The way he strutted around the house naked was highly distracting, but you had so much to do. You wanted to make sure your hair and makeup were perfect, and you wanted to get to your classroom early. So you got started, and at some point when you were in the bathroom, Bradley must have put his flight suit on. He was wearing it when he knocked on the door, and you told him to come in while you rooted around under the sink, trying to find the lotion you wanted to use.
"What are you doing?" he asked, panic lacing his voice as you glanced up at him.
"Looking for my lotion. The stuff in the blue bottle." You turned back to your task, and a second later, Bradley was in front of you, snatching up the exact thing you were looking for.
"This it?" he asked anxiously, nudging the cabinet closed with his knee as he handed it to you.
"Thanks," you muttered, wondering why he was acting strange as you smoothed the lotion all over your hands and arms.
"Let's eat breakfast before you're late for your big day."
You wanted to argue that it was his big day, too. He could do anything for his presentation, and your kids would eat it up. But for you, Career Day was always a chance for the fourth grade teachers to show off who they were able to get in their classroom. Who had the coolest adults. It was ridiculous, but you were still excited about it.
Bradley's idea of breakfast was an enormous bowl of cereal, toast, muffins and a banana. "I don't have time to finish all of this!"
"I'll eat whatever you don't eat," he promised. And he did. You watched him inhale the rest of the food as you double checked that you had everything in your bag, and then the two of you went out to his Bronco with travel mugs of coffee.
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Bradley was nervous about today. He couldn't pinpoint one reason why, because there were several. First of all, he'd spent so much time in your classroom already, maybe it wasn't the best idea to have him scheduled for last out of all the Career Day participants. The kids were bound to find him stale at some point, and Marty had just scratched the surface of his many talents. He didn't want it to be his fault if things ended on a low note for you today.
Second, he was already hoping and praying that Natasha was going to be able to distract you the way that he wanted. He needed a little bit of help from your students to make this extra special.Â
And third, just because he thought his mom's retro ring from the early 1980s was cool didn't mean you would. But that was really the least of his concerns. He wanted you to have it if you agreed to marry him, but he'd buy you something else if you so desired.
"You're so quiet," you mused softly, and Bradley almost forgot he was holding your hand while he drove. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he said before clearing his throat. "Just going over what I want to talk to your kids about."
"What are you going to talk about today?"
He smiled and tilted the sun visor a little bit more. "Remember that video I posted on YouTube before I left in December? When I said there would be a quiz? I'm going to quiz them on everything they've learned with me. Stuff from the video and their field trip. Things I talked about in my letters. I'm going to try to stump them."
"I don't think you'll be able to," you said, lacing your fingers with his. "They hang on your every word. Just like I do."
Oh, he wanted you to have an engagement ring on that hand in the worst way. His life had changed so much since your first letter, but he knew pretty early on that he had feelings for you. And he knew as soon as the first date that he would end up here, completely in love with you.
When he pulled into your school parking lot, Bradley drove past all of the empty spots to drop you off at the front doors. "Aren't you coming with me?" you asked him, but he shook his head.
"I don't want to be a distraction for your morning routine. I'll wait out here for Nat and Marty and come inside with everyone else at nine."
"Okay," you replied, but you were looking straight ahead now. "I'm a little nervous."
"Why?" He shifted into park and reached for you.
You sighed against him. "It's ridiculous, but I want my guests to be the coolest ones. The other fourth grade teachers all rolled their eyes at me for even writing to an aviator in the first place."
"Joke's on them. You can't even get rid of me now," Bradley murmured, making you laugh. "You've got Nat and Marty. And one of your kids'Â parents owns a pizza shop. You're golden, Baby. Coolest fourth grade teacher ever."
You kind of rolled your eyes at him, but you smiled and kissed him before you climbed out. "I'll see you inside."
Bradley had a while to wait for Nat and Marty to arrive, and he considered running to Starbucks for his newest addiction. Instead he grabbed the bag that was tucked underneath his seat and started to sort through all the notes inside. It was a sizable collection now. All of the letters you and your students wrote to him made a stack a few inches thick. Some of the pages were creased and worn, but they would work perfectly for what he had planned.
When Nat tapped on his window, he jolted, sending pages flying.
"Why are you so jumpy?" she asked, opening his door.
"Jesus, Nat. I already told you I was anxious about this!"
She huffed out a breath. "And I already told you that you could put in literally no effort at all, and she would say yes. You could hand her a ring and grunt, 'Marriage?' and she would start planning a wedding."
Bradley laughed as he organized the pages again. "I want it to be special. Butterflies and all that shit. She makes me feel incredible."
His best friend leaned against the door, crossing her arms over her flight suit, and asked, "You still want Marty and I to help with your distraction scheme?"
"I need you to."
"You got it."
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Your students were on their best behavior. The guests were all excited to be there. Bradley kept smiling at you. Your rear end was still sore, but it turns out there was no reason to be nervous at all. Even the music teacher and school librarian decided to hang out in your classroom for part of the day, because your kids talked it up so much.
Nia's mom, a pediatrician, gave a presentation about keeping your body healthy. Oliver's dad talked about designing skyscrapers and then let the kids build with Lego blocks. Now you were listening to Natasha talk about the challenges of landing a fighter jet on an aircraft carrier, and even the parents were enthralled.
"What do you think would happen if I flew in too low?" she asked, pointing at Jackie who had her hand up.
"You could like miss the deck?"
"Absolutely," Nat replied. "And what if I came in from too high?"
Jayden's hand shot up this time. "You could crash!"
"I could indeed," Nat answered seriously. Five more hands shot up in the air as she talked about velocity, and Marty, who was standing next to you at the back of the room, leaned in closer to you.
"Why are you making me go after Lieutenant Trace?" he whispered as she engaged with the kids.
You smiled at the older man in his khaki shirt and dark pants. "You can hold your own, Marty. Trust me." You knew for a fact he arrived with two tool boxes and some engine parts you couldn't even identify. You were already excited for what that meant. He would be just fine.
Suddenly the room erupted in applause as Natasha finished up, and you made your way up to the front of the classroom. "Thank you so much, Lieutenant Trace. Next we will hear from our favorite mechanic whom we met on our field trip to North Island. Marty needs a few minutes to set up, so in the meantime, Nia's mom is going to share some healthy snacks that we can enjoy."
You were going to go stand with Bradley while your classroom dissolved into the soft hum of conversation, but Nat cornered you first. "I just got a text from Maverick about something so exciting, but I need to run it past you first. Can we talk in the hallway?"
"Uh, sure."Â
You looked around the room before deciding on asking Ms. Masters the librarian to help you out. "Would you mind monitoring things for a couple minutes?"
"I'll take care of it," she promised with a nod, and you knew everyone was in good hands as you slipped out into the hallway with your boyfriend's best friend.
"How would you feel about a flyover today?"Â
You stared at Natasha, blinking silently at her words. "AÂ flyover?"
"Yeah," she replied casually.
"Like over the school?"
"Mmhmm," she hummed, buffing her nails on her flight suit.
"Are you serious right now?"
"Yes."
You felt like she was being kind of purposely slow to give details as your mind swirled. "You're talking actual Naval aircrafts?"
"Of course," she said with a grin. "I mean, once again, it would be Hangman and Coyote flying them, but even those two can handle holding a simple formation."
Now you were really excited. "How is this actually happening?" you whispered.
"Bradley and I asked Mav about it the other day," she said with a shrug. "Any chance we can walk out to the parking lot and make sure there's enough room for everyone to stand safely?"
When you tried to peek through the rectangular window in your classroom door, Natasha slid her body in front of it. When you tried to look over her head, she seemed to grow several inches as she went up on her tiptoes.Â
"Yeah... we can go look at the parking lot."Â
You were wearing your key card on your lanyard, and Ms. Masters could probably keep your class under control for an entire day if you needed her to.
"Well then, let's go."
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As soon as you walked out of the room with Nat, Bradley jumped to action. It wasn't his intention to steamroll Nia's mom or her packs of apple slices, but he had something important he needed the kids to help him with. Marty was setting up some sort of demonstration with tool boxes on the desks in the front row, but Bradley grabbed the stack of papers he brought with him and cleared his throat.
"Do all of you think you can help your pen pal out with something for a few minutes?" Eyes went wide, backs went straight, and Oliver even saluted him as he started handing out the papers. "I brought all of the letters you kiddos sent me last year when I was deployed. There are a lot of them, and I'm going to use them for something special. A surprise for your teacher."
"What kind of surprise?" Henry asked, crunching through a piece of apple.
"I can't tell you that," Bradley replied with a wink. "It's classified."
"Are you really going to marry our teacher someday?" Violet asked as he handed her three of the handwritten notes.
Bradley froze, unsure how to answer. "If she wants to marry me, then I definitely want to marry her."
"She wants to marry you," Violet said easily. "What are we doing with all of these letters?"
"Paper airplanes," Bradley announced, holding up the last sheet of paper. Even the parents and Marty seemed amused now. "We are folding them up into the best looking paper airplanes we can make within the next six minutes or so. Watch how I fold this one, and then work on as many as you can, okay?"
He folded it up using the top of your desk when he needed to smooth the creases, and then he held it up for everyone to see. "Start folding!"
There was a flurry of activity as he walked around helping, and even the librarian and music teacher were getting involved. Bradley whipped through a few himself before walking around the room with an open trash bag.
"When you're done, drop them in here."
"But what are they for?" Oliver asked, dropping three airplanes into the bag. "Are you going to have airplane races with our teacher?"
"Not exactly. All of you are really doing me a favor here though. I promise."
"Do you love our teacher?" Jayden asked. Bradley thought maybe he should have felt silly admitting it in front of all of the adults, but he did it anyway.
"I absolutely do. I'm going to use the paper planes for a little project to show her just how much, okay?" He got several nods in response as he checked the time. You and Nat left seven minutes ago, and he knew he couldn't hope for much more than that. "Time's up! toss everything into the bag. And you can't tell her about any of this!"
You were smiling when you walked back in with Nat. He thought that things must have gone well for everyone as he tied up the bag. Marty was ready to give his presentation, and the kids all scuttled back to their seats.
Now he had everything he needed to make this the best weekend of his life.
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Marty looked a little nervous as he started out by greeting everyone and telling them a bit about himself. He told your class that he had a lot of fun the last time he saw everyone on the naval base. You already knew about his decades-long Naval career, and your students already thought he was extremely cool, but he was about to get even cooler.
"I brought three identical intake manifold pieces from jets exactly like the ones that Lieutenant Bradshaw and Lieutenant Trace fly. Does anyone know how they work?"
Several of your students raised their hands, and you watched as Marty walked around the room with the engine parts and let them answer his questions to the best of their ability before he took over.
"This is fascinating." You turned to your right where Ms. Masters was watching Marty, completely absorbed. "I can't believe you got military clearance to take your class to visit North Island," she whispered.
You were about to tell her that it was really all thanks to Lieutenant Bradshaw when you realized she was perhaps looking at Marty even more than she was paying attention to the engine parts in his rough hands. You cleared your throat softly and said, "You know, meeting Marty was probably the highlight of that whole day. And that includes touring the air traffic control tower."
"Really?" she murmured.
"Mmhmm. He put on a brilliant workshop for us. And he's just the sweetest man. Really takes the time to connect with the kids."
If you knew one thing about Ruby Masters, you knew she loved it when kids got excited about learning something new. And if you knew one thing about women in general, most of them loved a man in uniform. Right now, Marty was absolutely rocking his ensign khakis and his pins, and Ms. Masters stood up a little straighter when he turned your way with a smile on his face.
"Okay, time for some fun," Marty said as he headed back to the front of the classroom. "One manifold has been put together correctly." He held it up in the air once again. "Two are in pieces on these desks. I'm going to take this one apart and put it back together while you watch. Pay close attention, because after that, we're going to have a race."
Your kids looked absolutely delighted, and you had to ask Oliver not to sit on his desk while he watched the demonstration. Even all of the adults in the room were watching intently as Marty worked with a wrench from one of the toolboxes until he finished reassembling everything.
"Pretty simple, right?" he asked. Your kids all nodded and answered yes. "Who thinks they can race me?" You gasped in delight when a few of your students raised their hands. "What if I made it a little easier? What if I was blindfolded?"
"No way," you whispered, meeting Bradley's eyes across the room where he was holding a garbage bag for some reason. "Is he serious?" you whispered.
"He's so serious," Bradley confirmed, and sure enough, Marty pulled a handkerchief from his pocket.
"I'll let your teacher pick my opponent," Marty said as he tied the square of fabric so it was covering his eyes.
You needed to pick a child who would be a gracious winner or loser, but you were almost convinced Marty was going to be able to beat any of them. "How about... Jayden."
You set him up next to Marty, making sure he had all of the tools he needed lined up. Then you gave them a countdown and stepped away again. The room erupted in cheers as Jayden puzzled his way through the task. Marty seemed to be moving smoothly, using muscle memory to do something he'd done hundreds of times before.
"Oh," Ms. Masters said. "It seems like Marty is... really good with his hands."
Your lips parted in surprise. "I'm sure he must be," you replied, trying not to squeal as she smiled and covered her face in embarrassment.
It turns out Jayden didn't stand a chance. "Marty wins!" boomed Bradley's voice, and you watched as the older man peeked out from his blindfold with a hesitant little smile on his face.
You were still applauding his effort as you thanked him for joining your classroom today. You were almost overwhelmed by how wonderfully the day seemed to be going. Bradley was your last guest, and then there was the flyover that Nat promised.
"Our last guest really doesn't need an introduction," you said with a laugh.
"Is it Lieutenant Bradshaw?" Oliver asked, ready to climb on top of his desk again as your boyfriend strolled up to stand next to you.
"Yes, of course it's Lieutenant Bradshaw." You smiled at him and said, "Take it away, Lieutenant."
There was a little smirk on his lips as he turned away from you to address your kids. "I know you all learned a lot about aviation this year, but right now, we're going to see just how much. I hope you all remembered that I said I was going to give you a quiz."
"Not a quiz!" complained Jackie, but Bradley held up his hands in mock surrender.
"If you pass, I can promise with one hundred percent certainty that you'll love the prize."
"There's a prize?" Violet asked, perking up.
"A secret prize," Bradley confirmed.
"Alright," Oliver said, still a little skeptical. "Let's do it."
Bradley started calling out questions, letting your students deliberate as a group to come up with an answer, and you leaned against the back wall near where Marty was packing up his toolboxes.Â
"That was absolutely fascinating," you heard Ms. Masters tell him softly. "I'm Ruby Masters, the Mira Mesa Elementary librarian."
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Marty with pink cheeks, wiping his palm on his shirt before shaking her hand. "It's nice to meet you," he whispered while Bradley continued to try to stump your kids. "This is the first time I've ever been to a career day."
"Well, you're a natural with the kids," she replied, still holding his hand. "And obviously very smart. I'm kind of new to the topic of aviation, but always interested in learning more."
"Oh. There's an endless amount to learn," he muttered, staring at Ruby like he couldn't look away.
"If you're ever free and feel like it, maybe you could show me how you rebuilt that manifold so quickly?"
Bradley had your kids taking turns writing at the board now, but you couldn't stop eavesdropping as you witnessed Marty go silent. The crash and burn was painful as he just stood there while Ruby finally extracted her hand. You were silently begging Marty to say something. Anything. But the seconds passed, and Ruby took a step away from him toward the door.
"Okay, no worries. It was nice to meet you." She gave you a forced smile as she slipped out into the hallway, and you rounded on Marty who was standing there like someone just stole his favorite toy at recess.
"I don't mean to overstep, so please feel free to tell me to mind my own business," you whispered.
"Uh. Okay?"
"Marty... Ms. Masters is hot and single, and she was flirting with you. She wanted you to ask for her phone number."
His eyes went wide as he gaped at you. "She did? Are you sure?"
You cradled your forehead and groaned softly. "I'm positive. She can't have gone far. The library is out and to the left, and then another left."
He nodded before dashing out of the room, leaving you alone just as Bradley said, "Are you sure you're all still in fourth grade? Or is this a grad school level physics class? You win. I can't even stump you. Come see me or Lieutenant Trace to get ear plugs for the Super Hornet flyover."
Your classroom was probably louder than the jet engine would be.
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The whole school was buzzing with excitement as everyone emptied out onto the lawn and the parking lot. Something must have happened earlier, because Marty and the school librarian were standing awfully close together in all the chaos. As far as Bradley could recall, he'd never seen that man smile so much before.
"Ear plugs in! And then hands over your ears!" Natasha shouted, giving a safety demonstration. "Do it just how I do it!"
It was almost time. Bradley tried to keep the hand holding and cheek kisses to a minimum, but it was so hard when you were standing right next to him. You looked tired but happy as you put your orange, industrial ear plugs in place. With a dreamy look on your face, you leaned up and kissed him right on the lips, and that familiar roar of an F/A-18 engine approached.Â
Bradley put his own earplugs in before the sound of the jet wash hit. You and everyone else stared up at the sky where his colleagues were flying overhead, but he kept his eyes on you. He was in love. He had Carole's ring and the paper planes. He had all of these words that he wanted to say to you, but mostly he wanted to promise that he'd feel the same way about you forever. And he wanted to hear you say the same thing.
As soon as you had your ear plugs out again, you threw your arms around his neck with a huge smile. "Thank you, Bradley."
"For what? I barely did anything."
You laughed and shook your head. "You did everything."
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You were restless and lonely. Ellie had spent the better part of the afternoon preoccupied with the LED modules shuffled in her laptop, attempting to receive her ServSafe certificate. The online test had been eating up all her time, and Ellie sometimes chastised you for being overly needy nâ pouty when she had her hands full with things to do. So you tried to not add to her plate by pressing for attention, or conversation today. No matter how much you wanted to chit-chat with her. You wanted to be good more than anything.
No one saw you and Ellie as a compatible match, if it wasnât already made visually obvious, it was definitely made obvious the second you popped your pink lips open to speak, while the brunette butch brooded behind you. This was a chance to shush all those insecurities that crept over you and told you that Ellie could be with a smarter, more capable, more self-reliant girl. You wanted to be a good fit for her. So you distracted yourself by jumping through social media apps, flipping through old cosmo magazines, and touching up the corner of your acrylic toe set with some white polish you kept carefully placed in her desk. But none of that worked. You were bored with everything youâd tried. Worse, your girlfriend had been looking so handsome in her loose plaid button up and dad jeans, as she slumped in her kitchen stool. It was getting so hard to remain detached and unaffected by the pristine silence in the house when you would pass by to check up on her.
Every so often Ellieâs pretty face would cutely scrunch up whenever she was puzzled by a question, which made for very testing times. But not as testing as when Ellie did that thing where she yanked at and ruffled her scruffy wolf cut, when she was in deep concentration. It was the cutest little boyish tic. You had nearly broken your own resolve to go run to her arms and litter her cheeks in glossy kisses. Which all made it so hard to have her near, as handsome as she was, and have her not even look up at you once. Not even allowed to step in her embrace, held by her toned arms, her sweet cologne and that woodsy scented jacket.
You were moping, and that moping turned into whining, and whining turned into annoyed flashes from Ellieâs eyes every time you got too squeaky. Those flashes turned into scowls, and that led to Ellie groaning at you.
âCan I help you with something?â
Ellieâs face was unamused, and it made you straighten your spine.
âN-no.â
âGreat. Thanks.â She replied, her voice was just dripping in sarcasm. But that little flash of attention you had received filled your tummy with happy butterflies, until it went right back to her laptop.
You felt a twinge in your chest at how quickly she tuned you out. Did she not wanna talk to you at all? Ask about your day? Wanna know about the influencer gossip you found online? None of it?
âMeanieâ you pouted while nudging your chin into your palm and clacking your acrylics on the granite. She didnât have to say it so mean, she was usually sweeter nâ sillier. But today Ellie was a big meanie.
Ellie huffed and held back a massive eye roll. She stuck her head deeper into her laptop, she had to pretend you werenât there. This test was important to her. You were too, but this seriously mattered more. Ellie needed more money. She needed to find a better apartment to rent, she needed to be able to support you the way she wanted too, and she needed a position with better hours so she could visit Joel's grave more regularly. You knew all that, so Ellie knew your whining wasnât from ignorance, it was from childishness. She hated indulging you when you were childish. It was bad manners.
But she also knew if this went on long enough you might start silently crying in your pillow because you felt like your girlfriend hated you. You were clearly feeling neglected by Ellie, and coupled with her little sarcastic quip just a moment ago, Ellie wouldnât put it past you to start sniffling within the next few hours. You were so pathetic. Ellie often joked that if you werenât human you wouldâve been the little runt abandoned by your pack for being so weak and whiny. And Ellie wouldâve been a large reptile; a komodo dragon, who felt bad enough that instead of eating your tiny ass she wouldâve raised you. Ellie had a weird little obsession with pliocene history, and because you were dumb, with a brain full of makeup and miniskirts, it went over your head 99% of the time. But Ellie knew you well, and she knew that more than outright being ignored, you hated the feeling that you made Els upset with you. It was your little runt nature, to always seek the validation of the large cold-blooded reptile in charge of your care that could still decide to eat you if you pissed her off enough. This relationship was almost ironically engineered.
Ellie understood you way too well.
Ellie tugged at her hair, because GOD you were such a piece of work. An adorable one, but still, a piece of fucking work!
âOkay.â Ellie breathed out. She ran her palms down her jeans, and spread her thighs farther apart. When Ellie manspread like that, you knew what it meant. But you still wanted her to say it. âCome here baby, come take a seat on me.â
âYou sure?â you said hesitantly. Your gaze nervously flickered between her lap and floor.
âNeed my baby girl right here,â Ellie said. She cocked her eyebrow and grabbed her bulge tightly. Enticing you.
Your eyes flew open. Your mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a gaping fish. You wanted Ellieâs attention, maybe to perch on her lap while she worked, but that movement meant something else entirely.
Ellie continued on, enjoying the surprise on your face a little too much. âSince you canât sit still, come sit on this.â Ellie pulled her zipper down slowly, and shoved her fist in the opening; to fish out her hard cock out of her boxers, and rest it on her thigh. You gulped.
Your eyes fluttered between looking at Ellie's long shaft, and at her face. You could tell from her expression that she wasnât bluffing. She looked very amused, and very curious as to what youâd do next. âW-what about your test?â You quipped. She lifted the base of her cock, âdonât worry about that, just come take a quick seat on this until you feel better.â You went to her lap, and nervously kept looking back at the cock she expected you to sink onto as you backed up on Ellieâs thighs. Ellie whispered âWhy are you nervous princess? Youâve taken this before.â
Which made your hole flutter from the teasing smugness in her voice.
You had taken Ellieâs cock before. But after some prep, after lots of kisses from her, and after your slick was coating your engorged pussy lips from intense arousal. Not by just sitting on it while she was busy attacking a serverâs exam.
Your eyes were glossy, Ellie found them so sparkly. You bunched your babydoll camisole higher up your tummy, and spread your ass cheeks. It was a good thing you loved prancing around Ellieâs apartment with no panties, it made spontaneous poundings so much easier. You lined up your hole with Ellieâs cockhead. âGood, now just sink down.â She fisted the base of her dick towards your vagina to help you. You slowly sunk onto her cock, taking it inch by inch. âNhng, Ellie! feels too big, too big!â You clamped up as another inch forcefully popped through that tight little entrance. Ellie shushed you softly, rubbing circles in your back as she fed you her cock, until she was buried only a few inches deep. You couldnât take her all the way down, and somehow you were so full. It felt like Ellieâs cock was pressing deep into your tummy. You had to hold back from whining to her about how her cock was definitely in your stomach, probably poking around in there. Sheâd shushed you for that silly idea once before and teased you for being so airheaded. Not like Ellie had expected you to have any better than a ditzy girl's understanding of anatomy anyway.
But as you felt her cock stretch you open, it was starting to feel like that again, like her cock was in your womb. It felt like Ellie was taking up all the space inside of you. She stretched your plump walls around her like you were her fleshlight. A fleshlight that was stretched to mold around every vein and ridge in Ellieâs cock.
You flexed your ass cheeks, and clamped your cunt around her cock, you tested for how much give you had to bounce up and down. But you gave up almost as soon as you tried lifting off the first time. The base of her cock was just too thick. Ellie felt stuck inside you. Like a wedding band wrapped around a chubby finger. You whimpered at the way her cockhead bumped all those squishy places inside your cunt. Ellie reassured you âShhh donât worry about bouncing baby, Iâm nearly splitting you open. Just stay right here and get used to this angle.â Ellie turned her gaze back towards her laptop, and picked up from the last module she left off at.
Meanwhile your lower lip was trembling because your girlfriend's cock was resting inside your vagina, it was poking your cervix and rubbing along your walls in ways that made your tummy feel funny. The soreness was starting to subside but the fullness didnât, and you wanted to move around a little bit. âE-Ellie i-itâs hard to move. No room,â you pouted over your shoulder.
âYou donât have to move, baby. Youâre in timeout. Just sit and get my cock nice nâ warm.â Ellie turned her gaze back to her laptop as her other fingers drew slow circles in your lower back. It was such a brazenly lazy attempt at support, but Ellieâs main goal was to distract you â not make you feel pampered.
But youâd get that after anyway.
You tried grinding her cock in you, just to put the pressure of her cockhead in other places and not directly kissing the roof of your cunt. Ellieâs eyes flickered to where you two were connected and she thumbed the sensitive skin there. Which made you pull off slightly, you mewled at the sensitization you felt from her ministrations. Your hole was throbbing everywhere.
Ellie moaned at the sight, âyouâre stretched so thin here, how did I fit inside you?â
You kept up with your poor attempts to grind nâ gyrate, so Ellieâs gaze traveled up towards your hips. She palmed your squishy ass; then skirted her fingers over your asshole. Ellie sunk her thumb into your asshole, just stopping at the first knuckle where her metal ring rested and whispered in your back. âI told you to stay baby.â
âEllie no! Donât touch over there!â You cried from embarrassment, you got so hot when she did that.
She smiled into your back âWhy you shy cause Iâm thumbing you right here? After your tiny cunt just swallowed my entire length? Pleaseâ Ellie smiled into your back.
Ellieâs attention kept jumping between completing her modules and questions and groping some sensitive part of your body. Sheâd mutter âYouâre so tiny, wish you could see how much youâre stretched around me, plugged you up good.â Just to watch the hairs on your nape rise and watch how your hole contracted around her length from her words. Ellie rolled her narrow hips in circular motions, letting you get some little relief from the fat cock bullying your hole, by giving you some friction. The friction felt amazing on her clit too, rubbing along the puffy nub in a way that made heat pool in her belly.
Soon enough Ellie was biting back her own horny grunts, pressure building in her own cunt from the press of the harness. She kept up a slow circular grind to make her little baby feel good, and not feel so stretched out. But Ellie really considered chasing a silent orgasm for herself, it felt delicious to be in you.
You were dizzy with sensations, cock bumping your spongy g-spot just right. Your neglected clit was angry and red, but you were drunk on Ellieâs grinding. You were slurring all whiny âlove your fat cock sâmuch Ellie. Sâmuch ahh, love your coo-ock ahnnng.â Ellieâs hands came up to grope and squeeze your fatty tits. Because FUCK YOU for nearly making her bust after saying that. She kept grinding until your sloppy hole was doing butterflies on her cock. Slick dripping past the seal where you were wrapped around her shaft. Your hole was squeezing and releasing, over and over again as your orgasm tipped you over the edge and your toes turned pointed straight. The bottom of your fingers and palms had turned pink and red from how tight your fist was.
Ellie slowed down the grinding, she was happy enough you got your orgasm. The grinding felt nice on her clit, but she was more grateful at the fact that you might get sleepy and tap out. And sheâd actually get some work done for once.
Ellie pulled you off her cock, and onto her lap. She smoothed a hand down your back as you winced when she pulled out. Your cum dribbled out of your weeping little pussy, globs of stringy cum seeped into Ellieâs pants after being plugged up by her cock. It was a mess you frequently made on Ellie after sex. It was evidence of a job well done; and a satiated princess.
You sniffled as you turned in Ellieâs embrace. âYou sleepy?â Ellie asked
âMhmmmâ you moaned in her shoulder.
âI got you, you little princess. Câmon hold onto my shirtâ Ellie guided your trembling hand to the collar of her button up and shushed you with sweet words about how âwell you took her.â Ellie rocked you softly as she went back to her test, by the time youâd knocked out sheâd completed a good chunk of her modules. She rocked you until your sniffles had quieted and you were fast asleep on her lap. She tucked her cock haphazardly into her boxers. You could sink onto it again after you woke up from your short nap.
Ellie spanked your ass, and felt the recoil jiggle against her palm. She shushed you again as you stirred from the assault. She whispered âI deserve a little treat after dealing with this bratty ass all day. Iâm joking⊠I got you baby.â
After 45 minutes of not a single distraction to pull her attention away, Ellie completed her test. A solid 93%, way above a passing grade. Good enough to get her ServSafe certificate, and definitely good enough to start serving at her restaurant, and get better pay and better tips.
Ellie kissed the top of your head,
âDid it, peach.â
âDidâitttt wedidi...â You slurred into her chest. She smelled like sweet cologne. Your dreams were so happy.
She smiled into your hair.
Mhm yeah. We both did it.
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Hello!! I see your requests for Homicipher are open and I got giddy :D (starving for more content) May I request fluff drabble for Mr Silviar? Maybe his s/o teaching him how to say "I love you" in human language? Thank you!
â± Those Three Words â° || Mr. Silvair X Reader
ââââââââââââââââź Â Character(s): Mr. Silvair (Homicipher/æććć) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Spoilers for Homicipher (specifically Route End: Mr. Silver Hair 1), Canon-typical Mentions of Violence (and Horror-Elements), Cultural Barriers (Mr. Silvair Doesnât Fully Comprehend Certain Emotions). Anything spoken in the other worldâs language will be bolded. Genre: Drabble, Fluff, Slight Angst, Pre-Established Romantic Relationship (Itâs Complicated, honestly). Word Count: ~3,280 Request: âHello!! I see your requests for Homicipher are open and I got giddy :D (starving for more content) May I request fluff drabble for Mr Silviar? Maybe his s/o teaching him how to say "I love you" in human language? Thank you!â Authorâs Note: Mr. Silvair!!! Heâs genuinely so pretty, yâall â itâs not fair. đ I find his overall character to be quite fascinating, and a part of me is really hoping the game gets a DLC or something to further expand on each of the characterâs lore (and more moments with the MC, of course). Like game, what do you mean that some of the monsters may have been humans while others probably never were?? I desperately need more food⊠I headcanon that Mr. Silvair was either 1. never human, or 2. has been in the other world for a very long time, resulting in the loss of his memory as a human which could be why heâs so interested in researching them/maintaining the MCâs humanity. đ€ But thatâs just a theory â a game theory! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
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Even after everything that had happened between you and this worldâs resident human-enjoyer, you surprisingly still felt at ease with Mr. Silvair. That comfortability, though, made you think hard about your sanity. After all, it probably wasnât normal to be comfortable around someone who enjoyed taking you apart and watching your body put itself back together over and over again. Yet, you did, and you didnât mind your current arrangement as much as you probably would have in the past.Â
Mr. Silvairâs home was destroyed in a fiery explosion (courtesy of himself), so you had offered to help him find a new one. You managed to locate a large room, one that he deemed satisfactory enough to call his base, and you had been staying with him indefinitely since then. As long as you had a comfy bed to lay in and someone else to keep you company, you were happy.Â
Your other friends(?) frequently stopped by as well to say hello, the most common ones being Mr. Crawling and Mr. Chopped. While you were occasionally hit with a feeling of loneliness, it was hard to feel that way with so many friendly faces around. Well⊠maybe their faces werenât that friendly, but they were kind and gentle with you, and thatâs what truly mattered.Â
You hear the sound of Mr. Silvair moving around in the room adjacent to the one you typically stayed in, and you wonder to yourself what his plans for today are. The tall, long-haired man spent most of his time engaged in research. You didnât see him as frequently as one would expect despite the fact you two were practically roommates. All you could do was hope he wasnât messing around with and subsequently angering any more terrifying, violent ghosts. You enjoyed your current home, and going out to look for another one wasnât very high on your list of things to do.Â
The Rubikâs Cube in your hand was still as scattered as ever, and it seemed like, no matter how long you spent trying to solve it, you were only able to successfully complete one side. Mr. Masque was kind enough to give it to you (he apparently had a whole stash of the things somewhere), and his gift was something you were immensely grateful for. Attempting to figure out the puzzle helped you pass the time wherever you were alone (and it most likely helped you keep your head on straight).Â
Youâre currently lying flat on your back atop the plush bed in the relatively empty living space, looking up at the gray concrete ceiling with a blank stare. Once you decide youâve loafed around for long enough, you stand up slowly from the bed, placing the cube gently on the covers of the cot. You stretch your arms above your head, a strangled noise coming from your throat at the movement of your stiff muscles, and you begin to make your way to the other room where yourâŠÂ
What even was Mr. Silvair to you? While yes, you were fond of him â hell, youâd go as far as to say you loved him â you knew he didnât feel the same. You remember the moment he told you âI not understand likeâ, and that he didnât want to save you from your condition, no⊠he found you entertaining to keep around, and thatâs why he did what he did.Â
It was complicated, you thought, trying to have a relationship with a being who didnât grasp what the concept of love was. Deep down, though, you knew you wouldnât change it for the world. He enjoyed your presence, and that was all you could ask for.Â
You walk over to the metal door and knock, waiting for a response. After a moment, you hear Mr. Silvairâs voice echo, âEnter.â
The door opens with a slight creak as you twist the knob, peeking your head inside the somewhat grimy space. The room, still fairly new, didnât have as much blood or gore as his old one did. There were fresh stains on the floor and wall, you noted, and you couldnât help but wonder who or what they were from exactly. It didnât matter in the grand scheme of things, though, so you didnât bother asking.Â
You grin up at the taller man and give him a small wave, saying softly, âHello. I not bother?â
He returns your smile, placing the scalpel in his hand on the stainless steel tray that held a variety of medical tools. It looked like he was in the process of cleaning the many, typically blood-stained, pieces of equipment. Mr. Silvair turns to face you and replies gently, âHello. You not bother. Enter.â
Tilting his head to one side, his long, silver locks move when he does, cascading down his head and slipping off his shoulder at the movement. His smile drops slightly before he asks, âFeeling unwell? Injured? Need cure?â
âNo, no cure.â You quickly say, not quite in the mood to be dissected or taken apart right now (honestly, though, you never really were, even if you did understand why it needed to be done). You pause by the door before finally shutting it behind you, the both of you now alone in the private and secluded space.Â
Ugh â why was it so hard to say what was on your mind??
After taking a moment to build up your confidence, you tell Mr. Silvair while fidgeting with the rubber of the clear raincoat you wore, âI want see you. Communicate.â
He hums and smiles at your admission, walking over to you before placing a calloused hand on your face. Your eyes close on instinct, and your breathing shutters when he rubs his thumb across your cheek. A part of you wanted to be annoyed with him since he had to be aware of the effect he had on you, yet you didnât want to run the risk of him removing his cool palm from your skin, so you kept your mouth shut.Â
It had taken quite some time for Mr. Silvair to get to this point of physical affection with you (something he began doing more often after he saw how much you enjoyed getting head-pats from Mr. Crawling), so you didnât want to ruin any progress you two had made in your complicated and unconventional relationship.Â
âOkay,â Mr. Silvar starts, removing his hand from your face as he gestures to one of the two chairs in the room. He smiles down at you before saying, âSit. We communicate.â
You do as youâre told without speaking another word, your hands folded in your lap after you sit down, watching Mr. Silvair take a seat on the chair across from you. You talk with him for quite some time, doing your best to update him on your current progress with the puzzle since that was pretty much the only thing you had going on in your life. While it wasnât satisfying to speak in the other worldâs language because it tended to miss most of the nuances of speech, it was the only way the two of you could communicate.Â
Mr. Silvair seemed to pick up on your frustration, seeing you were growing annoyed at the lack of words in your arsenal â the term you were looking for wasn't coming to mind. In response, he tilts his head to the side and asks you, âYou upset. Why?â
âNot right words.â You reply, brows furrowed when you look up at him, your gaze landing on the bloody bandages wrapped around his eyes. You turn your head to look down at the floor, the somewhat fresh pool of blood perfectly matching the color of the Rubikâs Cube. You point to the puddle and turn to ask Mr. Silvair, âWhatâs this called in your language? Can you tell me how to say this color?â
âBlood.â Mr. Silvair responds, not understanding what you wanted him to explain.Â
âNo, no.â You quickly reply, shaking your head. You continue to glance between him and the blood, enunciating your words even though he didnât understand your language the same way you were able to understand his. You didnât back down or give up, though, saying again, âThe color â I want to know what color blood is.â
He pauses, one hand under his chin as he seemingly takes a moment to figure out what you are asking him. After a few beats, Mr. Silvair replies with a word you havenât heard anyone speak before, â???â
You visibly brighten at the new word, and the expression on your face causes Mr. Silvair to let out a light chuckle before he crosses one of his legs over the other. You take a breath before telling him, âOkay. Thank you.âÂ
After another pause, you continue to speak, âSo⊠One part object done, red part. Other parts hard â not finish.â
Mr. Silvair had been leaning forward in his chair, his elbow digging into his knee while his hand rested under his chin, holding his head up as he stared at you with an unwavering gaze. He always listened to you with rapt interest, and you would be lying if you said the constant attention didnât make your heart stutter in your chest. However, he suddenly speaks, pointing to the pool of blood you had been gesturing toward moments before, âWhat you call that?â
âHuh?â You ask, pausing your story to look at him. Mr. Silvair doesnât say anything else, though, giving you a moment to comprehend what he has asked you. You perk up when your brain finally registers what Mr. Silvair had said, replying to him happily, âOh, thatâs the color red. So, blood is typically red â blood red.âÂ
âR-ehd?â He echos, and the sound of his voice speaking a word that you were able to understand without having to flip through your mental dictionary had your breath hitching. It sounded so strange but so nice coming from his lips.Â
âYeah, red! Blood is red!â You say, sounding excited and oh-so happy. Mr. Silvair would be lying to himself if he said he didnât find the look on your face and the tone of your voice endearing. Then, your expression shifts slightly as you lean forward in your chair, saying enthusiastically, âOh my god â I just got an idea! Me teach you me language!â
â...You language?â Mr. Silvair asks after a moment, shifting in his seat slightly.Â
âYes! Me teach you!â You reply, gesturing to both him and you with your hands. Your mind remembers the way Mr. Silvair and Mr. Chopped helped you shortly after you first arrived, teaching you directions to walk, facial expressions, and more. They had helped you expand your knowledge of this worldâs language, and they were probably responsible for your survival in so many of those early interactions. So, you smile at him as you say, âWe same.â
He returns a smile, nodding his head and replying with a simple, âOkay.â
âAlright, so, let me think hereâŠâ You hum to yourself, leaning back in your chair and closing your eyes while you consider what you should start with. Body parts seemed to be the first thing that popped into your head, so thatâs eventually what you decided to start with. Sitting up in the chair, you point toward your hand with the other, tapping a finger to your palm as you speak, âOkay, so, this is my hand â hand. Can you say hand?â
It was kind of cute, strangely enough, seeing Mr. Slivair take the time to repeat the word you spoke over and over in his mind, trying to match the movement of your mouth with his own. Your languages were quite different in sounds, syllables, and the like, so he was practicing what to say before actually speaking. After a few moments of contemplation, he replies, â...H-ah-nd.â
âHey, that was pretty good! Not bad for your first try, Mr. Silvair, even if the pronunciation is a bit off.â You say with a wide smile, clapping your hands together as you applaud him on his efforts. He chuckles again, finding your way of teaching to be⊠sweet.Â
Then, you speak again, once again grabbing his attention. You tap the pad of your finger under the skin of your eye, asking him, âDo you remember what this is called? I think Iâve told you before.â
Mr. Silvair is quicker in his response this time, having heard you ask him about his own eyes before as he smoothly says, âEye.âÂ
âYes! Good job!â You praise once more, giving him a thumbs up in response. Then, he stands up from his seat, walking over to you while his once-white lab coat flows behind him. You crane your head back to look up at him from where you were still sitting, a simple and stupid, â...Huh?â leaving your mouth.Â
Mr. Silvair reaches a hand to your face, cupping your chin gently in his hand. You feel his thumb resting on your bottom lip, and he begins to move his finger back and forth along the slightly chapped flesh, tugging at it slightly. He tilts his head to the side, asking you seriously, âWhat this called?â
âOh, uhâŠâ You know your face is probably flushed beyond belief at this point if the heat cascading through your head is anything to go by, and your mind and heart are completely caught off-guard by his sudden touch and question. You avert your gaze to the side, swallowing harshly before you finally reply, âTheyâre my lips â theyâre, umm⊠similar to mouth. Lips, mouth, same.â
â...Lips?â Mr. Silvair asks again for clarification, his voice having an almost husky tone to it that has a shiver travel down your spine.Â
You nod in response, muttering a barely audible, âYesâŠâÂ
Mr. Silvair hums at your response, a small smile gracing his lips. He leans down, face so close to yours, before he inquires with an almost teasing tone to his voice, âYou want touch?â
âY-Yes.â You answer at an almost embarrassingly fast speed.Â
The man who you had grown so fond of chuckles at your enthusiasm before leaning forward, pressing his lips softly to yours while he holds your face between his palms. Kisses werenât a common thing between the two of you, and they were really only something Mr. Silvair initiated when he felt like it. You could feel the intensity at which your heart was beasting due to his sudden affections, and there was a part of you that was worried it would burst out of your chest right then and there.Â
Your eyes flutter shut and you tilt your head to the side, your hands coming up to rest atop his â his hands that were holding your cheeks so, so gently. It was almost sickening the way he was holding you like you could break at any moment.Â
Then, almost as quickly as it began, the kiss ended before you even realized it did. Mr. Silvairâs forehead was now pressed against yours, and he doesnât make any move to remove his hands from your face. Your lips were no longer touching, and yet he still lingered. Â
Mr. Silvair didnât play fair, you thought, yet you couldnât help but wonder why he wanted to kiss you so suddenly, so randomly. You close your eyes and your brows furrow at the tightening in your throat, an aching sensation slowly spreading throughout your chest like a disease before you whisper, â...I love you.â
Thereâs a silence, a stretch of nothingness before Mr. Silvair suddenly asks you, his voice just as soft as yours had been, âRepeat?â
â...No,â Your response is nearly immediate, and you shake your head before repeating once more, âNothing.â
â...I love you.â The sound of those three words leaving his lips nearly causes your mind to implode. It sounded so sweet, yet it also felt worse than any suffering you had experienced before. The searing and excruciating pain, the feeling of a blade digging itself into the flesh of your torso couldnât compare to the deep-seated torment you felt right now.
Mr. Silvair hums, tilting his head to the side as his thumbs continue to caress your cheeks, âWhat mean?â
You knew there was no point, no reason to try and explain your feelings again, but you do. You still do, even though you know itâs pointless to try. You canât bring yourself to look at him as you speak, finding the concrete floor more interesting, âMean⊠mean me like you. Lot like.â
Thereâs a pause, a moment of contemplation before Mr. Silvair says, â...Not understand.â
âI know.â You reply, nodding your head once in response.Â
âYou know?â He asks you, sounding somewhat confused, a tone you very rarely heard from the man. Had he forgotten that moment that you couldnât seem to forget, the memory that you continuously found replaying in your mind like a broken record? It wasnât fair, you thought, that only you were forced to hold onto such a painful memory.Â
âYou communicate before.â You clarify, finally willing yourself to look at his face. Mr. Silvairâs expression was tight, his lips drawn into a flat line.Â
You needed to get away, to just run from this moment in the hopes he would forget the whole exchange just as he apparently did the last one. You take your hands and grab his wrists, removing his palms from your face before you stand up from the chair. You refuse to look at him as you turn, heading to the door as you utter, â...Iâm going to go for a walk, so Iâll be back later. Goodbye.â
Then, you feel something tug at the sleeve of your raincoat. It wasnât strong, nothing that would actually stop you from moving, but your legs proceeded to hault at the small action. Mr. Silvair says, his tone not demanding in the slightest â if anything, it sounded like a plea as he speaks, âNo exit.â
You take a deep breath and turn around to face him, asking in such a small voice that it even caught yourself off-guard, â...Why?â
âI want you here.â Mr. Silvair responds quickly, so quickly it seems to have taken both of you by surprise. The two of you stare at each other for a moment before he asks, finally releasing the material of your jacket from in between his fingers, âStay⊠Will you stay?â
You once again find yourself wondering if Mr. Silvair was aware of the effect he had on you as a sigh leaves your mouth. You nod your head lightly and reply, âI will stay.â
âGood.â He says in response, a gentle smile on his face as he says for the second time, âI love you.â
You frown at him and shake your head, saying with a slight edge of frustration in your voice, âNo speak. Not true.âÂ
âTrue⊠Believe true.â He says quickly, reaching out to once again place a hand against your cheek. You donât move, donât flinch away from his touch â you still relish the way heâs holding you like a fragile piece of glass. Mr. Silvairâs brows are furrowed ever so slightly as he mutters, âConfused.â
âYouâre telling me⊠How do you think I feel?â You say with a huff, your hand holding into his as you find yourself nuzzling your nose into his palm. The painful feeling in your chest was still present, but it wasnât nearly as excruciating as it had been now. You find it in yourself to smile, gazing up at him as you speak, â...but weâll get through it together â we together. Right?â
âTo-geh-therâŠâ He repeats, leaning down to press his forehead to yours once more as he says softly, âYes.â
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Hey my lovely, could i equest a blurb where reader seeks one of spencer's hugs and he's all soft and mushy about it!! I just think he'd give really warm hugs and want one so bad!
shy!reader + post!prison Spencer have a hug
Spencer understands why you might find him intimidating. He did go to prison for a few weeks, and even if the idea of his being a potential felon didnât scare you, thereâs nothing wrong with being nervous around the unknown. Youâve had a few more weeks to get to know the others on the team. He tries not to take it personally that youâre closer with some of them than you are him.Â
Plus, youâre awfully shy.Â
Spencerâs been trying to communicate that heâs an idiot. He was shy, once, and he tends to be shy about things now, too, even if heâs taken to hiding that. He hides a lot, these days.Â
But things arenât hopeless with you. Youâre inarguably his best work friend now that Morganâs not around, taking the desk next to his âthrough coincidence or insistence, he has no idea.Â
âWhat flavour do you have today?â he asks.Â
You show him your bag. The convenience store outside of work has the strangest sweets from all sorts of places. Youâve been bringing in a different bag each day, and you always share. âToday is apricot and peach âmillionsâ,â you tell him, shaking the bright pink bag like a rattle.Â
Inside, the millions bounce against each other like miniscule polystyrene balls but with a heavier weight.Â
âAwesome!â he says, holding out his hand. âPlease?âÂ
You rip the corner and tip a generous helping of candies into his palm, doing the same in your own hand. âReady?â you ask.Â
âThree, two, one.âÂ
You both tip your heads back at the same time. Apricot and peach are similar flavours, and Spencer canât tell the difference when theyâre both in play. He can also taste apple juice and the sharp citric acid flavour they put in every candy.Â
He canât tell if you like them. He quite enjoys it, will happily eat the leftovers if youâre not interested, but your attention isnât on the candy when he looks up. Youâre staring straight at him.Â
âWhat?â he asks, perturbed.Â
âNothing, just. Had a rough morning. Thanks for trying the candy with me.âÂ
He frowns. âIâm sorry. Let me know if thereâs something I can do to make you feel better. I can make you a cup of hot chocolate?âÂ
âDonât worry about it.âÂ
Spencerâs sure that to an outsider, he and the team appear to travel to a hundred cities a month. In reality, cases arenât as densely packed, especially with the government expanding their profiling teams, and the majority of Spencerâs day is spent answering emails and giving advice to agents, law enforcement, and his colleagues. He doesnât see much of you (where youâre forced to work ViCAP calibration as newbies usually are, almost like a hazing) but he does take you that hot chocolate around lunch time. Just to make sure you have the option.Â
Itâs sometime past four PM when you appear again.Â
âHey,â he says, turning to you where youâre paused behind your desk chair, âyou're finally done?âÂ
âNot yet. So many case files to transcribe, opinions to cross check, signatures andâŠâ You wince. âItâs a lot. You already know.âÂ
âI donât, actually. I only ever had to do ViCAP as punishment, and I was extremely well-behaved. For a while, anyway.âÂ
You hesitate with something heavy on the tip of your tongue. Youâre like every profiler wherein your tells are self-identified and quelled, but youâre still so new, and Spencerâs an expert. You want to ask him for something, but you donât think youâre allowed. If he presses the issue youâll shut down, and if he offers you another cup of hot chocolate youâll simply drink it without letting him in on the real secret.Â
Spencer waits.Â
âSpencer, you donât have to say yes, just⊠Youâre the nicest friend I have, and you always know what I need to hear. Um, I know you donât like touching people and I wouldnât ask you to if you donât want to, but itâs been a really long time since someone hugged me, andâŠâ Your voice gets quieter and quieter, until youâre whispering, and then fizzling out.Â
âYou want a hug?â he asks, surprised.Â
âIf thatâs okay.âÂ
âI give really good hugs,â he warns, climbing from his chair immediately, arms opened, an unmissable invitation. âYouâll never get over it.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
He canât believe you came to him specifically for a hug. Heâs gonna lose his mind. Gentle, Spencer ushers you into his arms, head quick to duck down, his thumb on your shoulder.Â
You couldâve asked anybody in the office for a hug. Penelope would have hugged your brains out. Emily, Unit Chief and secret sweetheart, wouldâve taken you off of ViCAP and given you a loving pat on the back. But you didnât ask Penelope or Emily, you asked him.Â
âYou donât have to ask me first,â he says quietly.Â
âYou donât like touching.âÂ
âThatâs more to do with germs, and Iâm not worried about yours,â he says. âUnless youâre about to tell me you have a headache.âÂ
âItâs like this pounding behind my eyes,â you say with a laugh.Â
Spencer smiles, his mouth and nose to the side of your head. He gives you a good ten seconds of quiet, his palm warming your shoulder, before he murmurs, âAny better?âÂ
âYouâre really warm,â you murmur back.Â
Spencer resists the urge to squeeze you. âIt's the oxytocin.â
âOr youâre just really, really warm.â
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Pleasure - Prof!Tom Riddle (smut)
Just a small Drabble about our fave fucked up, dark professor. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Professor Riddle threatens to fail the reader, something she wonât accept. Just pwp
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, choking, degrading, orgasm denial, Tom being Tom, power imbalance
Pairing: Prof!Tom Riddle x fem!student!reader (1.2k words)
âYou threaten to fail me? Are you out of your mind?â Her voice boomed through the class room, eyes set on the professor whose assistant she had been for the past months now. His piercing eyes didnât meet hers, he kept his gaze set on the papers, correcting the homework she had collected minutes ago. All before he had dropped this bomb on her, telling (y/n) that she was about to fail his class. âLook at me!â
âCareful, (y/n).â His eyes snapped up to meet hers, voice sharper than a knife. He leaned back in the chair, arms crossed in front of his chest while staring at her like a snake about to snap at its prey. He had always been a dangerous man, a man whose aura was a warning itself, set on pulling her into his dark trap. But today he had something else to him, something even more ruthless.
âTell me why!â She was fuming, set on letting go of a piercing scream. This must be a joke, a prank he was pulling on her - her grades were better than most, she was always on time, and when she was working for him, she did everything he asked of her.
âI donât owe you any explanations. And your behaviour proves to me that youâre not mature enough to work on it. Leave.â (Y/n) didnât move, she kept staring at Professor Riddle who slowly rose to his feet. A part of her screamed at her to leave, to run before it was too late, but the more stubborn part forced her to stand still and watch his every move. âIs this how you want to play? This is my last warning, (y/n).â
Her body was trembling in anger and need, all while her mind brought back flashes of a similar moment that had happened weeks ago. Back then she had left this room with trembling thighs and his handprint burned into her behind. The following hours had been spent hidden away in her room while pushing herself over the edge numerous times with his name burning on the tip of her tongue.
âI am not scared of you.â She cocked her head, chin pointed in his direction while she looked up at him. It was a foolish game she was playing - a game she was about to lose, but she didnât care, couldnât worry about any wins or losses, knowing that whatever would happen between them would count as a win in her book.
âYou should be.â His ringed hand found her throat, tugging (y/n) in for a teeth clashing kiss. She moaned into the touch, unable to stop her hands from wandering, from finding the back of his neck to keep him close. (Y/n) felt her surroundings spin, throwing her into another dimension while the professor moved her backwards to heave his TA onto his table. With her legs wrapped around his waist, (y/n) kept him close, not daring to think of parting just yet. âYou try to distract me with those pretty little things you wear, you try to make a fool out of me, but youâll never have this much power over me. Youâre mine, (y/n), Iâm the one guiding you.â
She could only moan in delight, feeling his hand disappear beneath her skirt to press his fingertips against her clothed heat. Slowly, he began to circle her bundle through the fabric of her panties, feeling them grow damp beneath his touch. A soft chuckle let him, buzzing through both their bodies while his lips moved down her throat, sucking on the spots that drew moans from her.
âYouâve been asking for it for months, so now youâll take my cock like the desperate slut you are. But I wonât let you cum, not this afternoon.â His words drew a protesting moan from (y/n), eyes wide while she stared at him. No words managed to pass her parted lips, unsure how to speak up as the sounds reaching her distracted (y/n).
Within seconds he had freed his cock, pushing a condom down his length before her panties were tugged aside. Her fingernails left crescent marks on the spot where his shoulder met his neck as he pushed into her, forcing her tight walls to adjust to him. A part of her wanted to beg him to slow down, to give her some moments to relax before taking all of him, but that part didnât get a chance to speak up, silenced by her loud moans.
Professor Riddle fucked her ruthlessly, he was using her body, set on chasing his own high while sticking to his promise. Tonight he wouldnât let her cum, at least not for a few hours before finding his way to her.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping from her chin onto the back of his hand which was still holding her throat. She was torn between focusing on the way he perfectly stretched her, about to push her over the edge, and the way he held onto her all too possessively, leaving her heart jumping in excitement.
âThis is why I need to keep you around, love.â The nickname had a condescending touch to it, leaving her gasping while she tried to focus on his words. âYouâre all for me to use, all for my own pleasure.â
(Y/n) nodded her head while another gasp left her, head wanting to roll back - though without any luck as he kept holding onto her. She felt his cock tearing her apart with every thrust, drunk on the feeling of him fucking her this posessively. With moans ripping their way through her, she clawed at his skin, giving into the subconscious need to mark him up to have the same claim on him.
âWhat would you ever do without me, huh? Youâre so needy, such a pathetic little girl.â She was close to letting go, high on the low tones of his raspy voice, on the way he spoke to her with spite and adoration dripping from his tongue. With one hand still clinging to him, she let the other find her pulsing bundle, circling it a few times to give herself the needed push. Something he instantly stopped her from doing after a second or two.
âI told you I wonât let you cum for now. I donât make empty threats, love.â More tears fell from her eyes as she stared up at Professor Riddle. Her walls clenched his cock, hoping to pull him into her trap - something he didnât seem to care for as he pulled out of her to cum on her thighs.
âYouâll wait for me tonight, and perhaps if youâre good, Iâll let you cum.â
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Coriolanus x commander's daughter!! I've never seen anyone writing this but that would be so hot and forbidden
Request: Getting manhandled by peacekeeper!Coryo or getting fucked while he's in uniform or both YES PLEASE
Note: Birthdays should be spent doing the things you like...so I finished this one today. Enjoy!!
Warnings: 18+, uniform kink, semi-public fingering + oral (f receiving), forbidden relationship,
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Coriolanus Snow made a lot of stupid choices in his eighteen years of living, but having an affair with his commanderâs daughter took the cake. The clandestine romance was risky and could, at extreme extent, get him executed for inappropriate conduct, but the fire that surged through your whole body every time you were together was addicting.Â
The first time you saw him, you were searching around for your father, having a message to deliver to him in person from the head commander. You kept your head high and stayed on your guard as you walked through the heap of peacekeepers in training, not wanting to look like a lost puppy among them.Â
You could usually find your way around the base, but today was scorching hot, so you decided to look for someone who would be kind enough to help you get to him.Â
A row of younger soldiers caught your eye. They were doing push-ups in their singlets, beads of sweat dripping down the side of their faces. As you were trying to pick which shaved head you were going to ask help from, one of them stood out near the end of the line.Â
Walking up to him, you couldn't help but silently admire the way his arms would flex as he continued the push-ups. Damn. Your stomach clenched at the sight.Â
ââExcuse me?ââ You cleared your throat and he looked up, surprising you with the prettiest pair of blue eyes. ââCould you help me find Commander Hoff? I have something to deliver to him from the head Commander.ââ
The blond cocked an eyebrow, uncertain if he should be helping you. It was his first time seeing you on the base. ââAnd you are to him..?â he prompted, staring you down as his mind embarked a sinful roller-coaster of thoughts.Â
ââHis daughter.ââ
Although well aware of the dangers, Coriolanus couldnât stop seeing you. And neither could you. You were addicted to his mouth and the way he could lift you up with ease and fuck you while standing, how his toned chest felt under your palms and attractive he looked in his blue uniform.Â
After you bid your parents goodnight, you changed out of your day clothes and ventured to where you knew all peacekeepers spent their nights at. You didnât know for sure that Coriolanus was at the Hob, but the barracks were all empty and he didn't have many friends in District 12 besides Sejanus, so it seemed likely he would be there.
It didnât take long for him to notice you in the bar, your dress brighter in color and certainly shorter than the locals. Your eyes met across the room for a brief moment, then you disappeared through the backrooms, confident that Coriolanus would follow suit.Â
You could hear his boots on the floors, slowly catching up to you. Your heart quickened its pace behind your chest, excitement building.Â
It wasnât until you made it outside that he called you out. ââWhat are you doing here, Miss. Hoff?ââ he asked, his voice echoing in the dark alley.Â
Your feet came to a stop.Â
Coriolanus stepped forward, slowly closing the distance between you. ââThe Commander wouldnât want his darling daughter in a place like this.ââ Your back was now pressed against his front, an agreeable warmth in contrast to the night air. Coriolanusâs mouth moved to your ear. ââA place full of men who would like nothing more than dipping it in your tight cunt.ââ
His words should have disgusted you, but they were speaking the truth. These men inside were drinking more than they should and no one was really stepping up for the women they were harassing. With the skirt of your dress hitting above your knee, some could associate it as provocative or inviting.Â
You turned to face him, biting your bottom lip when you noticed his uniform button up partially undone, revealing a glimpse of his white undershirt.Â
ââI shall accompany you back to the base.ââ Coriolanus grabbed you by the arm, but you protested.Â
He was much stronger than you, so he easily grabbed both of your wrists with a hard squeeze and pinned you against the closest brick wall. You gasped, then quickly realized what game he was playing and youâd be damned if you didnât play along.Â
ââAre you going to arrest me, Mr. Peacekeeper?ââ Â
Coriolanusâs grip on your wrists tightened, a stern command following. ââNo talking.ââÂ
You could feel your own wetness starting to pool between your legs, aroused by the unfolding situation. The game. The play of power.Â
His other hand moved from your waist to your hip, slipping underneath the fabric of your dress. He went over the curve of your ass before venturing between your legs to rub you over your panties, but he was met with a surprise. Coriolanus cocked an eyebrow. ââNo panties tonight?ââ
ââI was hoping to run into you.ââÂ
ââNaughty girl.ââ His fingers started moving over your folds, coaxing a needy moan from you.Â
Your jaw dropped as he pushed two long fingers in, making you clench around them. Coriolanus did a scissor motion, then curled them inside, eliciting another moan. ââFuck me.ââ Â
Coriolanus shook his head. ââSorry, darling. I donât take any commands from civils.ââÂ
ââPlease.ââÂ
You could feel his smug smile behind your neck as the words left your tongue. ââWhat would your daddy say if he knew what his little girl was begging me to do to her?ââ Coriolanus pushed his fingers deeper, making you mewl, so needy for him.Â
He withdrew his fingers, letting you assume he was going to unbuckle his pants and finally take you, but Coriolanus turned you around and sank to his knees in front of you. The dirt on the ground will dirty his uniform, but he didnât seem to care. Coriolanus looked up at you, then hooked your leg over his shoulder, leaning forward to kiss the inside of your knee.
You slipped a groan of approval when his mouth got closer to where you wanted him. Then, his tongue ran between your folds, circling your clit slowly. A loud, desperate moan echoed around the dark alley. Coriolanus pinched your thigh, a silent reminder to be quiet. He loved when you were loud, but the Hob was full of peacekeepers. If anyone were to see you together, Coriolanus would be in trouble.
His huge hands sank into your ass, squeezing at the same time he sucked your clit into his mouth. You reached to grab onto something, to keep you from being so loud, but found nothing other than Coriolanusâs buzzed head.Â
ââCoryoâŠââ you whimpered.
In the matter of minutes, he had turned you into a whimpering mess. Back arching away from the wall, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
One of his hands moved from my ass, and when you looked down, a pair of blue eyes was staring back at you. They stay burning into you, watching you closely as two of his fingers slide into you, finding that one perfect spot in less time than you need to say his name.Â
His pace increased as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, perfectly coordinated with his tongue. If the wall wasnât holding you up, you would have toppled over by now. The feeling kept building, the heel of your shoe digging into the hard muscles of his back as you desperately tried to move your hips to ride his fingers.Â
You were wound so impossibly tight you couldnât breathe. ââCoryo, Iâm going to cuâââÂ
You didnât even get the words out as every part of you spasmed, everything tingling and throbbing as you tightened around him. Below you, Coriolanus moaned, the taste of you welcomed on his tongue.Â
When he removed his fingers and mouth, he leaned back so he could look up at you properly. He grinned like a devil, his lips glistening with your juices as he sucked his fingers into his mouth.
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â ïž Feminization, Misgendering, Forced detrans kink ahead! â ïž
Today is a scary day for you. As a trans man, finding the right therapist is far more difficult than it is for most people, especially as you werenât looking for just a new therapist today. You also need someone to write you a top surgery letter. Although youâve only been on T for 2 months, barely enough to notice anything besides an increased libido and clit growth, your breasts are by far your biggest source of dysphoria. You often wear two binders when youâre going anywhere, and even then, a sizable bump is visible on your chest. Youâre hoping they may become easier to bind with hormones, but you already know that youâll need surgery regardless.
âMilo Brown?â A masculine voice calls your name from across the room. Glancing up, you see a very attractive man, much taller than you, looking to be in good shape under his professional attire, but not overly muscular. His dark shoulder-length wavy hair and stubble complement his gentle, masculine face and warm brown eyes.
Surprised by the manâs beauty, you stumble on your words as you rise from your seat. âI- uh- Iâm here.â
âGreat! Letâs get back to my office.â He smiles warmly and gestures for you to follow him out of the waiting room and down a hallway, passing mostly empty offices on the way. This doesnât seem too odd, as there was construction on the lower floor. Maybe some patients didnât like the noise and cancelled? Or maybe youâre trying to distract yourself from thinking of the exceedingly attractive man that may soon be your therapist. Youâve considered yourself gay since coming out, but starting hormones has certainly made that attraction all the more apparent.
As he opens his office door, youâre surprised by how casual it is. Thereâs a long couch next to an armchair, with a clipboard set neatly on top. His desk is to the side, seemingly ignored while clients were present in favor of a more personal layout. Thinking of something to say as you sat on the couch, you spit out âI like your office.â
âThank you Milo, I spent a lot of time thinking of the anatomy of the room and how to make my clients most at ease. I find this works best.â He smiles at you, his eyes gentle and enticing. âIâm Dr. Sterling, I specialize in support for LGBT and FTM clients. Nice to meet you! Tell me a but about yourself and what brings you here.â
âMy name is Milo Brown, Iâm 19 years old, and I just started testosterone. Iâve been out as trans for a while but finally got access to hormones and Iâm hoping to get top surgery as well, but I need a letter for it. I also just need support with my dysphoria and depression.â You cross your arms over your large chest self-consciously.
âWell, thatâs nothing I havenât heard before. Can you tell me more about your dysphoria regarding your chest?â
Shifting uncomfortably in your chair, you hesitantly proceed. âEvery day is awful! Theyâre the first thing I think about when I wake up and I go to sleep trying not to feel or think about them. Theyâre so big and heavy that I feel them whenever I move and it makes me so dysphoric. Itâs also impossible to make myself flat, so I never pass. As a gay man, itâs so hard to find a man who would want a guy with a body like mine!â
âOh, Milo, I think thatâs very negative thinking. Plenty of men would find you attractive! I thought you were quite beautiful when I saw you myself.â
Youâre surprised by his words! That sounded very flirtatious, but maybe he was just trying to boost your ego. Either way, it made the empty space between your legs tingle when he said it. You also didnât know he was queer, but it definitely makes you more comfortable with him. âWell⊠that does make me feel better. I still donât feel comfortable with my chest though.â
âWhy donât we try something? This is an exercise Iâve done with plenty of my transmasuline patients before, and it has always improved their lives and helped with dysphoria. While we do it, I can assess you for top surgery as well! How does that sound?â He smiled at you expectingly.
âUhhh⊠yeah, that sounds good. What are we doing?â
âIâm just going to have you answer some questions about your body and dysphoria. This may get uncomfortable, but itâs all part of this process. Iâm sure you can trust me, right?â
âOf course!â You answer instinctively.
âRight. First, I want you to take off your shirt and binder.â He instructs casually.
âWhat!? I thought we were just answering questions. Is that necessary?â Youâre again surprised, he wasnât a surgeon and you had never shown anyone your chest before. You didnât want to look at it yourself, much less this beautiful man youâre expecting to see regularly!
âI understand this is surprising and uncomfortable, but I want to understand your perspective on your body, as well as assess the size and density for surgery. I need to know this for the letter, and I understand this is very important to you. Iâm sorry for the discomfort, Milo.â He looked at you apologetically, his brown eyes sparkling, staring in to your soul and shooting down between your legs.
âI⊠okay.â What he was saying did make sense, and you would do most anything for this surgery. Resolving to just get this over with, you take off your oversized hoodie and throw it on the couch next to you. Grabbing both binders at once, you exert a herculean force squeezing yourself out, panting as your huge breasts fly out. You blush with embarrassment as a loud clap can be heard from them swinging together.
Dr. Sterling calmly walks closer to you. âDo you know your cup size?â
âUh⊠no, sorry.â
âThatâs alright, we can measure now.â He smiles warmly and pulls out some measuring tape. Without hesitation, he walks up to you and wraps it around your chest! He first measures your underbust before moving to measure your bust. His hands rest on your breasts as he does so. âAlright⊠looks like you have J cups.â His hand brushes your nipple as he backs away.
âMmph!â Involuntarily, you let out a short, feminine moan. Both the dysphoria of knowing your overwhelming cup size and your accidental vocalization leave you embarrassed and blushing harder than ever.
âIt doesnât seem like youâve experienced any vocal changes from testosterone.â He observes.
âUmm⊠not yet, no.â
âIt also seems like you have quite sensitive nipples?â
âI guessâŠâ
âWell, have you ever considered embracing your breasts?â
âHuh?â You were confused. They made you sad and dysphoric, how could you ever embrace them? He did say whatever he was doing worked for all of his other transmasc patients, but this seemed absurd.
âYour breast are way too big to bind properly. Iâve seen you wearing two binders in here, and that is not healthy. As your therapist, I canât encourage you to damage your body in such a way, and especially without two binders, you wouldnât be able to hide them at all anyways. And why go through the trouble of binding if everyone can tell? It might do you some good to just accept your body as it is. Itâs not like whether you bind now will affect surgery.â
Unfortunately, everything he was saying made perfect sense. Even when binding, it was very obvious you had breasts. Why go through all the trouble, especially if it was hurting your body? You were dysphoric either way, might as well be more comfortable physically. âI guess⊠I guess youâre right.â
âYes⊠unfortunately itâs also not very possible hormones could reduce them to a bindable size either.â
This devastated you. Even later on testosterone, you would have obvious breasts? How could you expect anyone to take you seriously as a man? You had hoped to begin passing in public soon, and finally begin living comfortably, but you werenât so sure now. Would it even be safe to live as a non-passing trans man? Why were you going through so much for hormones if there was no hope of passing before surgery anyways? Maybe you should just wait until then for hormones- no one will gender you right as you are now. âMaybe⊠maybe I should pause testosterone until surgery then.â
âYes, I can see why. That might be the safest option for you.â He nodded solemnly. âWe can practice some exercises to reduce dysphoria until then, if youâd like.â His frown shifted in to a comforting smile.
Still upset, you nodded.
He moved closer and, before you could react, placed one hand on each perky, round breast, grabbing you by the boobs.
Surprised, you squeaked.
âThis is just to get you used to your breasts. It often helps most when someone else does it, so youâre more comfortable with other people seeing them.â He gently squeezed and pulled, running his fingers along your supple breasts, warm palms pressing your hard nipples.
âMmmmmm-! Oooh!â You let out a series of feminine wails as the doctor palms at your breasts. They were so sensitive and they felt so heavy- so wrong on your body- and yet they sent waves of pleasure throughout your curvy figure.
âAre you still going to go by Milo? I mean, youâre stopping T until surgery because you wonât be able to pass. It would be weird to only keep the name and pronouns, especially for strangers.â His hands shifted to thumb at your nipples.
Your thoughts were flooded with waves of pleasure shooting from your tits. The importance of this decision didnât fully register, but what he was saying made sense to you. âYouâre right.â
âGood girl.â
âHuhhâŠâ
âPeople are going to refer to you by what you look like. You know you donât pass. This is just exposure training, okay?â
âOkayâŠâ You mindlessly agree as he moves his head close to your breast.
âSee? You are a good girl.â He starts to suck on your nipple, causing you to throw your head back and wail in pleasure. You donât know when his own clothes came off, but heâs getting on top of you and pulling your pants off, leaving you in just your boxers with his much larger biologically male body pinning you down, suddenly kissing your lips.
âWhat⊠what are you doing now, d-doctorâŠâ he cuts you off as you pant your words out.
âThe easiest way to adapt to and accept being seen as a woman is to have sex with a straight man, one who can use you as only male can use female. You need this, Amelia. Itâs okay.â
Hearing your deadname makes you cringe with dysphoria. Youâve always felt an aversion towards it, despising the femininity it signaled. You struggle to reconcile your attraction to the doctor and trust in his methods to your current panic. This all felt good and sounded logical but itâs happening too fast to react, and these are all such big decisions, and suddenly heâs pulling your boxers off.
âYour pussy is so perfect. You make such a sexy woman.â He rubs the length of his cock along your clit and hole. The distinction between your pathetic nub and his masculine length is obvious. He gropes your massive jiggling breasts, squeezing them together and lowering his head to kiss and suck your nipples as his dick prods your entrance.
âDoctor SterlingâŠâ You moan his name as his assault on your tits grows heavier. He sloppily makes out with your huge boobs, enjoying every second he can get drowning in your massive breasts.
He momentarily pulls his mouth from your tits. âYes⊠fuck, Amelia!â He rams his hard cock all the way inside you, hitting your cervix as he moans your deadname, resuming his assault on your massive wobbling boobs all the while.
You scream and wail, unsure if itâs in pleasure or some mix of dysphoria and grief for your lost ambitions. Whatever male identity you insisted on was currently obstructed by your massive tits and the straight man enjoying them as he pounded in to your soft, tight vagina. Anyone who saw you two would know immediately that this was heterosexual sex- they would never stop to consider you could be anything but a curvy woman being held down and fucked by a handsome man. Suddenly, the doctorâs thrusts sped up. You forgot condoms, and youâre barely on T!
Right as you open your mouth, he interrupts. âIâm gonna cum, Amelia! Iâm cumming inside you!â He holds himself against your cervix, comforting you as you begin to scream. âShhh, good girl, itâs okay.â
You feel his hot cum flood in to your unprotected pussy, tears falling from your eyes. Feeling the sticky cum start to leak out, you manage to speak. âDo⊠do you have a towel?â
âUhhh⊠here!â He grabs your binders and rips them both, turning them in to makeshift towels as he pulls out, along with a flood of cum.
You know you said you wouldnât bind anymore, but having the option taken away made everything all the more real. You know it was for the best tho. He specializes in helping trans men, and he said this always works. You just have to trust him! As time runs out, you donât even realize you forgot to finish your top surgery letter.
Still⊠you couldnât wait to book your next session.
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It's a Match! || 141 x reader
[ The Prequel ] || [ Chapter 2 ]
Pairing: Gaz x Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?
Chapter 1: Kyle
All of last night you and your friends spent time tinkering with your profile, putting up the sexiest pics of you that you had, some of them from Instagram, some from your camera roll, and filling in all the fields of info you couldâŠÂ
And then you started checking out the profiles, definitely judging and roasting the men that popped on your screen (blame the alcohol), but always swiping right, regardless of what you (or them) thought of the most recent man on the screen.
But, once they left, you turned off the notifications and alerts from the app and went to sleep. You had acquiesced to downloading the app and making a profile, but the last thing you wanted was to be on that app constantly and get bombarded with DMs and Likes/Super-LikesâŠ
The next day came and went and, as you sat in your kitchen after work, unboxing your take-out boxes of dinner, your group chat pinged with a text from Leah.
leah: How's Tinder going? đ
You bit your lip and sighed as you typed out a response:
you: havenât touched it all day bc i was at work. leah: Better touch it then!!
Rolling your eyes, you set the phone down on the table again, and locked the screen, as you began stirring the noodles you bought with your chopsticks.
Mia joined not long after with her own opinion.Â
mia: ive got a good feeling about today! ur gonna find a hot bloke i know it 𫶠im sending good energyyyy!
âYeah, rightâŠâ You grumbled. But, once again, you acquiesced and clicked on the little flame-shaped app icon.
The app lagged at first, for a good 5 seconds, and then a bunch of DMs and Like notifications pinged your phone.
You couldnât help but chuckle to yourself⊠Oh, how predictable men are⊠They see a picture showing just a bit more skin and they try to chat the person up. But, at the same time, it made you feel quite goodâŠ
You skim through the DMs youâve already gotten, over 99 of them⊠And none of them tickled your fancy. Plenty of them were variations of âOi.â, âHey.â, âHi.â... Not to mention the ones that were just directly asking you to meet up right from the get-go.
Returning to the groupchat, you text your friends a screenshot of the 99+ counter on both the DMs and the Likes, which causes them to break into cheers at you.
leah: Look at you!!!! mia: i knew it. you: not into any of them tho. mia: then go back to swiping girl!
Biting back a little groan, you returned to Tinder and flicked onto the Swiping page.
Surprisingly, now that you were alone (and kind of doing it against your will), it was a lot easier for you to not get lost over-analyzing the profiles and simply⊠mindlessly moving your finger.
Right.
Right.
Right.
Right.
Ew, thatâs a catfish of a famous male model, Report.
Right.
Right.
Right.
âKyle.â You said softly as you read the name on your screen. He looked adorable, with a squinted âthe-sun-is-in-my-eyesâ smile. â29⊠A soldier⊠a BrummieâŠâ You mused as you slipped a Chinese roll past your lips and chewed.
You took a screenshot of his profile and sent it quickly to your friendsâ groupchat before you returned to Tinder. As you clicked through his photo gallery, you saw the push notifications pinging at the top of the screen.
leah: HEâS STUNNING! đ« mia: đđđđđ mia: smash.
Chuckling, you continue going through his pictures. âHoliday photo, holiday photo, I seriously hope those are his nephews or something, mandatory picture in uniform, and⊠JESUS CHRIST, a warning wouldâve been NICE?!â You said to no one in particular as your jaw dropped open and you almost dropped your Chinese roll.Â
âBloody hell⊠Is that sweat or baby oil?â You asked yourself as you looked at his slick, bare chest in the mirror selfie he uploaded. âAnd is he cupping his-â You stopped that train of thought before it could go too far from the station.
Clicking the arrow in the corner you finally brought his profile into full-screen and proceeded to find yourself chuckling at his bio.Â
His pictures were all wonderful, he looked like a guy who took care of himself, and he was funny which was the best part.Â
Taking a deep breath, you press the Green heart at the bottom. A squeal escapes your mouth when the phone screen suddenly changes to the darker âItâs a Match!â screen with Kyle.
Your eyes widen in surprise and, just as you press the DM button, intent on coming up with something to message him, you notice it.
Kyle: bought some shoes from a drug dealer this morning. donât know what he laced them with but Iâve been tripping over myself all day and now think ive finally fallen for you đ
The cheesy pick-up line has you closing your eyes and exhaling through your nose. Itâs starting off terribly⊠But heâs the first bloke you felt inclined to text⊠That has to mean something, doesnât it?
you: you fell out of a helicopter⊠i dont think its the shoes. iâm starting to think ur just clumsy. Kyle: holy shit youâre not a bot! letâs goooo you: a bot? you really thought that? Kyle: when someone has posted pics as cute as yours you cant help but have that worry in the back of your mind đ
Kyle: or that ur a catfish đ€·ââïž you: i promise you im neither. you: and thank you. youâre cute too. Kyle: thats exactly what a bot/catfish would say đ you: well how would a human talk then?? Kyle: cant tell you bc then ur gonna machine learn and start doing it you: well then how else am i supposed to prove im not either?? Kyle: let me take you out. let me get a proper good look at you. you: was that all a ploy to invite me out?? đ« Kyle: first time on tinder? you: that obvious huh? Kyle: a little. Kyle: so is that a yes? you: Iâll think about it. Kyle: i can work with that. đ„Ž Kyle: hmu whenever youd like. no pressure.Â
Maybe you would hit him up later⊠Once you gained enough courage to go through with the whole âreboundâ thing.
Biting your lip, you click off the DMs and return to the Swiping pageâŠ
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Very first - Lewis Hamilton NSFW
Request: First time with Lewis. I had 5 requests for that and I hope I did it justice (sorry for how long it took for a couple of those requests)
pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
warnings: unprotected sexual activities, all sorts.
Wrap it before you tap it.
wordcount: +5K
a/n: Haven't written in first person in so long, but all the drafts felt better like this. Also, it's huge, ops. Hope you guys like it.
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It was easy with him, too easy maybe, but that's what made it so damn nice.
âSo,â I started, turning to him with a half-smile. âYou want to come up?â
Weâd spent the morning driving through the countryside, talking about everything and nothingâhis races, my job, the ridiculousness of the price of avocados.
His eyes met mine, and I could see the question there, like he was trying to read me. âYou sure?â
It was cute that he was being cautious, but come on, we both knew why I was asking. I nodded, keeping my voice light. âYeah, Iâm sure.â
I wasnât sure if it was the countryside air or just the fact that we had spent the day away from the madness of London, but today felt different.
Calmer, somehow.
I led him up the stairs to my apartment, trying not to think too much about how it had been a while since Iâd let anyone in here.
Literally and figuratively.
âWelcome to my humble abodeâ I said, pushing the door open and stepping inside.
He hesitated in the doorway, taking it all in.
My place was small, but it was mineâbooks, plants, a blanket that I was probably too attached to. It wasnât flashy like the places he was used to, but I liked that about it.
âNice place,â he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
âIt does the jobâ I replied with a shrug, kicking off my shoes. âMake yourself at home.â
He followed suit, slipping off his sneakers and setting them neatly by the door. âIt suits you. Feels⊠grounded.â
I let out a soft laugh. âThatâs one way to put it.â
He leaned against the counter as we headed into the kitchen to grab some water.
But when handed him the glass, and our fingers brushed, it was fireworks all over again. God, how was I still reacting like a teenager with a crush?
âThanks,â he said, taking a sip. âSo, today was fun.â
âIt was,â I agreed, taking a drink to give myself something to do with my hands. âItâs nice to get out of the city for a bit. The countrysideâs got this whole other vibe.â
âYupâ he said, setting his glass down. âNice to just⊠let it go.â
âEven from the racing?â I teased, raising an eyebrow.
âEspecially from the racing,â he chuckled, shaking his head.
There was a beat of silence, and I could feel the shift in the air between us, that tension that had been simmering since our last date starting to bubble up again.
The last time⊠well, things had gotten pretty heated until his phone rang, snapping us both out of it.
It was a close call, but Iâd pulled back, sticking to my rule. No rushing into things. Iâd done that before, and it never ended well.
But this time, he was making it very hard for me to stick by that rule.
I wanted him, and from the way he was looking at me, Iâd take a pretty good guess he wanted me too.
I took a step closer, letting my hand find his. That simple touch was all it took for the tension to skyrocket, and before I knew it, we were closing the distance between us, lips crashing together in a kiss that was anything but tentative.
His hands were on my waist, pulling me closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
God, the man could kiss.
It was the kind of kiss that made you forget where you were, who you were, and why you ever thought not doing this was a good idea. His lips were soft, but the way he kissed me was anything but.
There was urgency there, a hunger that only fueled into my own, and I could feel it in every brush of his lips, every tug of his fingers on my shirt.
I pressed myself against him, deepening the kiss as I let my hands roam up his back, memorizing the feel of him.
The muscles there were as solid as they looked, and I couldnât help but think that this man was literally built for this kind of thing.
I mean, I had the image of what he looked like shirtlessâhell, half the world didâbut feeling it under my fingers was a whole different story.
He let out a low groan against my lips, and I was losing myself in the kiss, in him, and for a second, I almost didnât care about anything else. Almost.
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine as we both caught our breath. âY/nâŠâ
The way he said my name, low and rough, made me want to pull him back in and never let go.
But there was something in his voice that made me pause.
âYeah?â I whispered, my hands still resting on his shoulders, my eyes closed shut.
âI just⊠I donât want to rush youâ he said, his voice soft but serious. âI know last time⊠I donât want you to feel pressured.â
I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, my heart doing that stupid fluttering thing again.
Damn, he was really being careful, wasnât he? But I appreciated it. More than Iâd probably let on.
âLewisâ I started, taking a breath. âI want this. I want you. And Iâm not saying that lightly.â
He studied me for a moment, like he was searching for any sign of hesitation. But there wasnât any. Not this time.
âYouâre sure?â he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.
I nodded, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw tentatively. âIâve never been more sure of anything.â
That was all it took.
He kissed me again, and this time, there was no holding back.
And damn, if it wasnât about time.
We barely made it through the hallway before his lips found mine again, pressing me against the wall with just the right amount of pressure.
God, he was good at this. I could feel the heat between us, the urgency in his touch making it clear where this was heading.
âBedroom?â I mumbled against his lips, not really wanting to break the kiss but knowing we couldnât just do this against the wall like teenagers.
Although, thinking it back the idea didnât sound so bad.
As soon as we stepped inside his eyes landed on the teddy bear sitting in the middle of my bed. Of course.
âWhatâs this?â he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he pointed to the bear.
I rolled my eyes, trying not to let him see how much I loved that he was trying to lighten the mood.
âThatâs Mr. Bear, and heâs not going anywhere, so youâll just have to deal.â
âMr. Bear?â He picked it up, inspecting it like it was some kind of artifact. âWell, I guess Iâll have to make sure he approves.â
âHeâs a tough cookieâ I quipped, crossing my arms and giving him a look. âBut you might want to focus on impressing me instead.â
âOh, I plan on it,â he murmured, setting the bear down gently on the bedside table before turning back to me, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced with something much more intense.
He stepped closer, his hands finding the hem of my shirt. âCan IâŠ?â
I sighed, half-annoyed, half-amused. âLewis, if you ask me for permission one more timeâŠâ
He grinned, but there was something softer behind it. âJust making sure, loveâ
âI know,â I cut him off, my voice softer too. âBut trust me, I want this. I want you.â
He held my gaze for a moment longer, then nodded, slipping his hands under my shirt and lifting it over my head.
His fingers grazed my skin, causing goosebumps down my skin as he took his time, clearly trying to be as gentle as possible, maybe even allowing for the time for me to back off.
It was sweet, really, but I was starting to get impatient.
âLewis,â I said, a warning in my voice.
He chuckled, his hands moving to the waistband of my jeans. âOkay, okay. Iâll stop asking.â
âGoodâ I muttered, stepping out of my jeans as he slid them down my legs.
When I was finally standing in just my lingerie, his eyes roamed over me, and I could see the wantâwas it also awe? âin his eyes.
âI donât think itâs fair,â I said, my voice teasing as I reached for the hem of his shirt.
âWhatâs not fair?â he asked, his eyes meeting mine with a tense stare.
âThat youâre fully dressedâ I replied, tugging at his shirt. âEspecially when half the world uses your abs as gym inspiration.â
He laughed then; a deep, genuine sound that made my heart skip a beat. âWell, we canât have that, can we?â
He raised his arms, letting me pull the shirt over his head. And yeah, the man was every bit as ripped as I had imagined.
I already knew what was under there, but damn, it was something else to see it up close like this.
And the tattoos. Those damn tattoos.
I ran my hands over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, and he watched me with that same intense gaze, like he was studying every move I made.
It was intoxicating, the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered at that second.
âBetter?â he asked, his voice low as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear.
âMuchâ I whispered, my fingers trailing down to his abs, feeling them tense under my touch.
His breath hitched slightly, and I couldnât help but smile.
It was nice to know that I wasnât the only one feeling a little overwhelmed by this. He might be Lewis Hamilton, but right now, he was just a guy standing in front of me, and I was the one making him nervous.
He softly guided my chin up and smiled, that stupidly soft and loving smile, before leaning into my lips, my hands exploring his back, his shoulders, anywhere I could reach.
He took his time though, his hands sliding up my sides to my back, and only then pausing at the clasp of my bra.
With his lips still hovering over mine he breathed into me. âCan IâŠ?â
I rolled my eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it. âYes, Lewis. You can.â
And with that â and with his lips back on mine â he undid the clasp, letting the bra fall away as his hands moved over my now bare skin
Finally. And damn, if I wasnât loving every second of it.
His lips started to trail from my collarbone down to the swell of my breasts, taking detours to worship every inch of skin he found on the way.
By the time his mouth reached my belly, I was practically trembling with anticipation.
When his fingers brushed the lace of my underwear, I couldnât help the hiss that escaped my lips.
He paused, looking up at me with those deep, dark eyes that seemed to see right through me. Without a word, he moved back up to capture my mouth with his, as if soothing the impatience brewing inside me.
And I was impatient. The slow, deliberate pace was driving me insane, and he knew it.
I kissed him back hard, my hands roaming down his sides until they found the waistband of his boxers.
I was more than ready to speed things up, and as I slipped my hand under the fabric, I was pleasantly surprised to find him already half-hard.
âGuess the rumors werenât exaggerating,â I murmured against his lips, my fingers brushing over his length.
He responded with a low growl, one hand angling my head as he kissed me again, harder this time, effectively shutting me up.
But he never stopped me from continuing my exploration. I traced the outline of his dick through the fabric, feeling the heat of him, the way he twitched under my touch.
Knowing I could get this kind of reaction from him was a high I probably wouldnât get over for a minute.
When he finally broke the kiss, I met his gaze, silently asking for permission to go further. âItâs all yours, babe.â He chuckled, a sound that made me want to attack him and hide all at once.
I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down.
The moment his dick sprang free, I couldnât help the way my breath caught in my throat.
He wasnât impossibly long, but he was definitely above average, and the girthâGod, the girthâwas enough to make my pulse quicken.
He was watching me, of course, catching every flicker of reaction on my face.
When he noticed my wide-eyed surprise, he lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. His smile was warm, reassuring even âWeâll take it slow.â
I nodded, grateful for his patience even as it frustrated me. I returned his smile, my fingers wrapping around his length. His breath hitched the moment I touched him, and I couldnât help but bat my eyes at him playfully.
âGosh, youâre troubleâ he muttered, his voice rough with desire.
I grinned, taking my time as I began to pump him, feeling the weight and heat of him in my hand.
When I reached the tip, I leaned down to press a kiss there, delighting in the way he shivered at the contact.
âSensitive here, huh?â I teased, looking up at him.
Whatever retort he had in mind was lost when he dragged me back up to his lips, his hands firm on my hips as he effortlessly maneuvered me onto the bed, pressing my back against the headboard.
His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine. âIâm good, love. But we need to make sure youâre readyâ he murmured, his statement a promise to my ears.
Before I could respond, his mouth was on me again, trailing kisses down my body with single-minded focus.
When he reached my inner thighs, he took his time kissing through the fabric of my lace underwear, and I couldnât help the whimper that escaped my lips.
âDonât tease,â I breathed, hating how desperate I sounded.
He giggledâthat soft, infectious sound that Iâd grown to love. âJust making sureâ he whispered, his fingers hooking around the strings on my hips, slowly pulling the lace down and off.
As he finally took in the sight of my exposed cunt, his expression shifted into something almost reverent, like he was savoring the moment. He leaned down, leaving featherlight kisses on my outer lips, the gentle touch driving me wild.
âLewisâ I groaned, the frustration in my voice clear. âPlease.â
He smiled against my skin, his breath hot against my thigh. âPatience, love. Iâm just getting started.â
The first tentative lick sent a shockwave through my body, and my hands immediately grabbed at the sheets, fingers curling tight.
Every nerve on me was on fire, heightened by the slow, deliberate pace he was setting.
And just when I thought I might float away, he hooked an arm around my hips, anchoring me in place. His other hand found mine, fingers intertwining, as if he needed to connect with me anymore.
His eyes never left mine, and even if I wanted, I couldnât really stop watching as his tongue lapped up my clit. A gasp escaping my lips as the pleasure spiked through me.
âFuck,â I muttered, barely coherent.
He continued, his tongue moving with just the right pace, not rushing, just giving me enough to keep me teetering on the edge.
When he felt I was wet enough, he let go of my hand, moving it down to tease at my entrance with a single digit.
âIâll need words from here, loveâ he murmured, his voice muffled. âTell me what you like.â
âDonât stop,â I managed to say, my voice shaky, almost pleading. âJustâdonât stop.â
With a grin, he slid a single finger inside me, his own hiss vibrating through the room as he felt my walls.
âYouâre so tight,â he breathed, a note of awe in his voice. âThis is gonna be heaven.â
He took his time, exploring with just that one finger, feeling around until he found the spot that had me squirming under him. When he hit it, I couldnât help the moan that tore from my throat, my hips bucking involuntarily.
âFound itâ he said with a satisfied smile, his eyes locking onto mine.
Then he added a second finger, the light stretch already making me gasp.
He started a scissoring motion, opening me up, getting me ready. All the while, his tongue didnât let up, lapping at my clit in perfect rhythm, just enough to keep me on edge without pushing me over.
The wet sounds filled the room, mingling with my ragged breathing and his low murmurs of praise.
He was studying me, like he was learning exactly how to make me fall apart under him.
After what felt like an eternity of this sweet torment, he finally pulled back, sitting on his heels.
I watched as he switched to his middle and ring fingers, angling them just right before sliding back into me.
The feeling was delicious, and when he curled his fingers and found that spot again, I cried out, my hips lifting off the bed.
âEasyâ he murmured, his free arm holding me in place as he started a relentless up-and-down motion.
His thumb brushed over my clit, making my breath caught in my throat and my head spin.
I was completely at his mercy, the pleasure building and building until I could hardly breathe.
The wet noises from where his fingers worked inside me were obscene, mingling with the desperate little sounds I couldnât hold back.
He kept on the soft praises, but they were swallowed by my moans as I got closer and closer to the edge.
And then it hit.
My vision went white, and all I could do was hold onto his arm on his hips, feeling the waves of pleasure crash over me again and again. My whole body tensing before it felt like it had shattered into a million pieces.
He didnât stop until he was sure Iâd ridden out every last bit of it, his fingers slowing their movements but never letting up until I was trembling beneath him.
Only then did he pull his fingers out.
When I finally came back to myself, I found him watching me with a look that was equal parts smug and adoring.
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips as if sealing the moment. âYou okay?â he whispered, his voice gentle now.
I could only nod, too blissed out to form a coherent thought, let alone words.
And then he had the nerve to ask if I had one more in me, and again all I could do was nod.
But apparently, that wasnât good enough for him. âI need words,â he insisted, and barely managed to get out âFucking hell, youâre not leaving me without the rest.â
He laughed, the sound rich and warm, and I wanted to roll my eyes, but I couldnât deny how endearing it was.
How many green flags could one guy have? Annoyingly checking every damn box.
When he went to his wallet, I knew what was coming next.
He handed me the condom packet, giving me that same patient, earnest look, like he was asking if I could handle one more thing.
I reached for him, giving him a few more pumps just to feel him twitch in my hand. Sliding the condom on, I could feel the heat building again, a rush of anticipation making my heart race.
He adjusted our position like he was handling something preciousâplacing a pillow just under my back, so deliberate and thoughtful.
But when he rested his dick on my inner thigh, all those coherent thoughts I had left my brain like it was suddenly a foreign language, and I remembered the girth.
Holy shit. How was I supposed to handle that?
The weight of him, the sheer size, and the fact that I was supposed to take it in?
Was this man sculpted by the gods or what?
And why did I have to get stuck on how considerate he was instead of focusing on the absolute insanity about to happen?
Before I could spiral any further, he came up to me, his lips brushing mine, dragging me back into the present. âWeâll take all the time you need, okay?â his voice like honey, smooth and sweet.
And there I was, rolling my eyes again, even as the warmth spread through me.
I wanted to snap back, something sassy on the tip of my tongue, but then his tip entered me, and all I could do was hiss at the sensation.
He kissed me through the first thrust, his dick practically ripping through my walls, and my hands automatically went to his back, nails digging into his skin, holding on for dear life.
I tried to breathe, tried to adjust to the stretch, but when he finally stopped, I realized he wasnât even fully in yet.
My eyes shot down, and sure enough, he was still focused, his breathing controlled, and all I heard was a low murmur, âGeez, you really are tight.â
I felt his arms on either side of me, solid and reassuring, and I squeezed them gently. His eyes instantly found mine, filled with concern, and I had to smile softly. âMove, Lewis. Just please, move.â
And then he did, thrusting into me with an agonizing slowness, deeper with each motion, until finally, I felt his balls press against my ass, and he sighed like heâd found what he was looking for.
My mind, however, was a different story.
Holy shit, how was I still breathing? I was split open in the best way possible, and all I could think was how the hell was this man real.
I was sure each thrust was going to create its own memory, and I was teetering between wanting to scream at the top of my lungs and begging him to go even harder.
But there was something about how he movedâdeliberate, careful, like he was savoring every second, every reaction I gave him.
The way he looked at me, like I was the only thing that mattered in the world, was enough to push me over the edge again. And I could tell he was holding back, trying to keep control, trying to make sure I was okay, even as his own need was practically vibrating through his body.
God, Iâm so screwed, and not just in the physical sense.
I was falling, fast and hard, and there was no stopping it now.
Not when he felt this good, not when he was this good to me.
Every thrust made me crave more, made me cling to him tighter, made me want to lose myself in him completely.
Lewisâs focus was entirely on me, and it was like he was memorizing every gasp, every twitch, every reaction.
It was overwhelming, in the best possible way, but still I needed more.
I wanted to be the one in control, to feel him from a different angle, to see what this manâthis ridiculous, considerate, and sexy manâwould do when I took the reins.
Leaning into his ear, I whispered, âI want to ride you.â
The words were barely out of my mouth before I felt him tense beneath me, half-worried, half-hopeful.
It was adorable, really, how he tried to mask his excitement with concern.
âAre you sure about that?â he asked, and there was that hint of amusement in his voice, but I could also hear the edge of desperation.
Did he really want this as much as I did, maybe even more?
âWeâll take it slow, right?â I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.
I sat up, pulling away just enough to guide him to sit on the bed, and as I moved into his lap, I could feel his heart on his chest.
Slowly, I lowered myself onto his dick, feeling every inch stretch me again, filling me completely.
My lips parted in an involuntary gasp, my eyes squeezing shut as I adjusted to the sensation.
His hands found my waist, gripping tightly as if grounding himself, and when I finally opened my eyes, he was staring at me with that same soft smile that always managed to break through my sarcasm.
I couldnât help but smile back, pulling him into a kiss, the kind that had me wrapping me around him.
I started moving, rocking back and forth, feeling the friction build and spiral.
The kiss broke when he moaned against my lips, a sound that only spurred me on, making my moves harder, seeking more.
His hands guided me, helping me rise and fall on him, and every time his tip brushed against my cervix, I saw starts. It was so intense it almost bordered on pain.
I let out a cry, my body trembling at the sensation, and he immediately stilled, concern flashing in his eyes.
âAre you okay?â he asked, and it was almost ridiculous how serious he was, but also incredibly sweet.
I looked down at him, half breathless, half in awe of how he managed to be so considerate, even in the heat of the moment. âGoing to be even better when you drag that other orgasm out of me, like you promised.â
That was all the encouragement he needed. He started to thrust up and I matched him, riding him faster, until I could feel that familiar tension coil tightly in my belly.
I wasnât going to last much longer, and by the way he was groaning beneath me, neither was he.
A few more thrusts, and I stilled, holding him down by his abdomen, feeling the shift in him as he realized what was happening.
He searched my face, and then his expression shifted as he felt my walls clenching around him, my legs shaking as I came undone.
I couldnât keep myself upright, collapsing into his chest as wave after wave washed over me.
Lewis took that moment to start thrusting again, riding out my orgasm, and I was vaguely aware of the way he was holding me, like he didnât want to let go.
I could feel his rhythm faltering, and it wasnât long before he let out a deep grunt, his fingers digging into my waist as he held me in place and his moans were all I heard.
We were both breathing hard, tangled together, and for a moment, everything else faded away.
It was just us, in this moment, and I couldnât help the ridiculous surge of affection for him.
Who knew Iâd end up here, wrapped up in the arms of a guy like Lewis? But here I was, completely wrecked and somehow, already craving more.
As I eased off his lap, I heard a low moan escape his lips, and I giggled as I looked down at him, sprawled out on the bed with a stupid grin plastered across his face.
"Enjoying yourself, are we?" I teased, reaching down to carefully remove the condom, trying to catch the mess inside. He didn't even respond, just lay there looking like the cat who got the cream.
I slipped off to the bathroom, tossing the condom in the toilet before taking a moment to peeâbecause there was no way I was dealing with a UTI when I had Lewis to myself like that.
And just that thought was ridiculous on its own.
When I came back into the bedroom, Lewis immediately pulled me into his arms, almost like he was afraid Iâd vanish if he didnât hold on tight enough.
He was sweet in the aftercare, his voice soft as he asked, âHow was it? How do you feel?â
I could hear the concern laced in his tone, but that grin was still there, tugging at the corners of his lips.
It was impossible not to smile back, even as I decided to mess with him a little. My fingers wandered lower, tracing the lines of his lower waist, and I looked up at him with a teasing glint in my eyes.
âYou knowâ I started, trying to keep a straight face, âI always thought you were a shower⊠Iâm glad to see youâre also a grower.â
Lewis giggled, his chest vibrating under my chin as he shook his head in mock disbelief. âReally?â
âYeahâ I grinned, pressing a kiss to his chest. âI mean, itâs only fair to acknowledge all of your⊠talents.â
He shook his head again, but I could see the satisfaction in his eyes. âAnd here I thought I had you speechless.â
âYou didâ I assured him, my fingers dancing across his skin again. âBut I canât stay quiet for long.â
He chuckled, pulling me closer, his hand running up and down my back in soothing strokes. âIâm glad. Itâs part of your charm.â
I rolled my eyes at that, but there was no denying the warmth that spread through me at his words. âYeah, well, youâre not so bad yourself.â
His grin softened into something more tender as he looked down at me. âYou make it easy to be sweet.â
I pretended to look annoyed, but the smile on my face gave me away. âOkay, that was disgustingly cute. But fine, Iâll allow it.â
âOh, youâll allow it?â he teased, his hand coming up to gently brush my cheek âWhat if I want to be disgustingly cute more often?â
I hummed thoughtfully, pretending to consider it. âI guess I could get used to it⊠as long as you keep up the other stuff too.â
He giggled again, that carefree sound that I was quickly falling for. âDeal. But just so you know, Iâm planning on sticking for a bit.â
I smirked, resting my hand on his chest. âI think I can manage that.â
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