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i finished another nendoroid :)
#txt#nendo.txt#tbh... i like the first one i did better BUT im happy with how this one came out too !!!#their hair was much harder to sculpt . woes of being a very shape focused 2d artist is i make impossible hair#these are so fun to do you have no idea#it also brings me so much joy to have figures of my ocs!!#the first one i made and the next one im making are two of my dearest ocs so having them will be so !! yippee#i feel like it sounds like im being a hater about this one :0 im not meaning to im just excited for the next one#i want a big set of oc nendos .. this is my life mission#someone send me $150 ok :)#only picture u get of this one rn because the lighting conditions in my house r so bad today this is#the best i could get one to turn out đ#its funny cuz i took another pic in front of my bookshelf again (not included) and my number of WHA books went up since the first đ#my two expensive collections
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mini skirt | theodore nott
pairing: theodore nott x reader
wc: 3.5k
genre: smut (minors DNI), fluff, best friends to lovers, meddling blaise zabini just coz, theyâre in love đ¤˘đ¤˘, self indulgent im so sorry for the person i am
smut tags: dry humping, coming untouched, (very little) oral sex, come eating, unprotected sex (donât do this!!), fingering, size kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, cream pie, so much dirty talk oml, big dick theo đ, reader being shorter than theo, reader wearing a mini skirt, lots of cussing
summary: blaise zabiniâs idea of how to play matchmaker might be different from the traditional way of doing it but at least you ended up getting dicked down, so you guess his method works too.
Blaise Zabini's idea of playing match maker is whispering to you âin a not so quiet way, that he'd heard 'Nott's got a big dick' and though you swatted him away. Face disgruntled, mumbling about how you did not want to know about your best friend's private parts. You're terrible enough of a person for your eyes to drop to his crotch when he sat down on the couch opposing yours.
There's a call of your name, once, twice. Before Theodore leaned forward, his voice loud enough for your eyes to tear itself from his thighs to his eyes. You gulped, hoping âhoping that he thought you'd blanked out and just happened to be staring at a very unfortunate spot. "Hmm?"
Theodore's held onto your gaze, lazying back onto his coach. "You okay? I asked if you wanted to head back up but you didn't answer."
"Head back up?" You repeated. "Head where?"
He eyes you suspiciously. "To your dorm?" Theodore gets up from his seat and leans down to crouch beneath you, staring up at you. "Or mine?"
You blink. Mind running in all kind of ideas âsave for the ones you knew he meant when he asked you this question. You shift slightly in your side, scanning the Slytherin's common room as the party rage on; it's nothing too big, a get together between all seventh year supplied with alcohol âthat Draco definitely did not buy just to impress the golden boy, not at all.
"I'm pretty sure I saw Draco take Harry up to your dorm, and neither of them look like they're exhibitionists." You say off handedly, looking down at him. "Besides, I'm actually enjoying myself here."
And to prove yourself, you get up from your seat; pulling your mini skirt low enough to cover your ass. Theodore, despite having every chance to peer underneath it, remains respectful as he plays with the hem of your skirt. "You are?"
"You aren't?" You ask back, trying not to squirm from the way his finger brushes against your thigh. Salazar this was your best friend for shit's sake, knowing that he could hypothetically have a big dick should not turn you on as much as it was.
Theodore shakes his head, slowly, almost as if he was in a haze as he quietly tells you. "Not really."
"Let's head up then," you tell him, and though both of your voices are low âbarely even audible considering how loud Mattheo decided to play his music. Theodore was able to understand you perfectly, picking himself up as he used your waist as his guide. "Come on."
His pinkie finger catches onto yours as he gets onto his feet, him towering over you the slightest bit. And though, Theodore and you leaving a party early to turn in for the night was a sight your friends were used to by now âknowing that nothing ever did came out of leaving the two of you alone to your own devices. Something about how Theodore was looking at you makes them think that that might just change tonight.
But, they regress and bid the two of you goodnight with a few sporting playful frowns on how you never stay with them until the party actually ends.
You only smile, leading Theodore up the stairs to your dorm like every other night. Once in the comfort of your room, you sit yourself down on your bed, patting the spot for besides you for Theodore to take. He did as told, melting into your touch as you brush his hair back. "How much did you drink?"
His eyes are shut, face leaning into the palm of your hand as his own grips onto your skirt, tugging you closer to him. "Just those two shots we took when we first went down."
You hum, letting him pull you to him. "Did you smoke?" Theodore shakes his head slightly, before opening his eyes back up at you. You laugh lightly. "Then what's up with you tonight? I'm always the one dragging us back."
"Just tired, I guess." He murmurs.
"You guess?" You ask him, standing up âletting his hands fall where it'd been trailing up your skirt back to his lap, lingering slightly on what sits above it. "When are you ever not tired?"
Theodore laughs at your words, eyes crinkling as he did so. "When I watch you play quidditch," he says, pushing himself up to press his back against the head of your bed. Watching as you shuffle towards your wardrobe, picking out a pair of sweats along with two shirts he'd left at your room. "Or when you're drunk out of your mind and I'd to have to play pretend as your boyfriend and take care of you."
You snort at his words, picking out a pair of shorts for yourself. "You don't have to pretend to be my boyfriend to take care of me."
"Mhmm," he hums from his spot, lounging lazily as you walk up to his side, the change of clothes in hand. "But it's more affective that way." His hand finds its way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. "And I like it. I like pretending to be yours."
There's a split second where his eyes falters, looking at you almost nervously as he waits for you to respond. "You do?"
"Mhmm," he hums, pushing himself up to sit straight. "More than anything."
It's nauseating to see him look at you âeyes lacking their usual stoic and disinterest to instead be replaced by lust and adoration.
Without thinking twice, you leaned down meeting his lips halfway as your eyes flutters shut. And though seated, Theodore was still tall enough to kiss you back with ease. Letting you melt into the feeling of his soft lips moving slowly and desperately against yours.
"Fuck," Theodore mutters breathlessly, he pushes against your hand; dropping your (mostly his) clothes to the floor. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
"What?" You giggle, letting him pull you onto his lap. "Kiss me?"
"To kiss you again," He murmurs, attaching his lips back onto yours; a soft whimper slipping out of his lips when his clothed cock brushes against your core through his swift movements.
Fuck, Blaise was not lying.
In between your legs, underneath beige slacks, Theo's giant cock ruts up to you. You gasp into his mouth. "Ahâ" you try to catch your breath. "âfuck, Theo. You've been wanting to kiss me since we were thirteen?"
"Mhmm," he hums, long slender hands gripping onto your waist before he slides one underneath your shirt and lays it flat against your tummy. His free hand, resting on your thigh, guiding you down onto him. "You're the only girl I ever want to kiss."
It's silly, you know it is âespecially when his cock was pressing into your cunt, only separated by a thin layer of clothingâ and yet you can't help but smile up at him, almost giggling when you ask him. " 's that why you asked me to be your first kiss?"
"Mhmm." He's smiling when he kisses you. "Can you blame me?" His tongue licks at your top lips, quick and gentle, trying to gauge on what you tasted like. "Prettiest girl at Hogswart and she was willing to be my first kiss."
His hand moves grips onto your waist, his touch blazing hot. "... Flatterer," you say, a playful pout prominent on your lips.
He chuckles, pressing his lips back onto yours, hand moving from your thigh to tug at your shirt. When you nod, Theodore pulls away just enough for him to take your shirt off and toss it Salazar knows where.
He doesn't even try to hide his staring, canting his hips upwards as he held you down. "Can you feel that?" He asks breathlessly, almost whining as he humps against you. "Can you feel how hard you make me?"
You could only moan, nodding dumbly as you rolled your hips. "Fuckâ" he says against your lips, "âhow'd you get even prettier, baby?"
And despite how hot âhow nauseating it is to feel his boner pressing onto your wet cunt, you can't help but giggle at his words, at how turned on he got just at the sight of your tits. "It's just boobs."
"It's your boobs." He hand goes up behind you, making quick work at the clasps before kissing your chest, licking at your nipples; his hips not halting in its movement. "So so pretty."
His hand slips down, going underneath your skirt to knees at you thigh. "Shirtâ" you roll onto him, breathless each time you feel just how hard he was. "âshirt, Theo."
Though incoherent, Theodore still understood you enough to pull his shirt off of himself before attaching his lips back onto you. His tongue glides against yours, swallowing your moans up when he bucks particularly hard.
Itâs humiliating how the simple act of humping, combined with Theoâs hand playing with your tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between his long fingers with his tongue exploring your mouth has you writhing on top of him.
"Theo, ahâ" you whine, hands gripping onto his shoulders to steady yourself, a familiar warmth building in your stomach. "â wait, fuck!"
Theodore's hips coming to a halt, as he watch you cum on top of him âin awe, without him even having touched you. "Did you just⌠?"
You whine, pressing your face against his bare shoulder to hide just how embarrass you were. Theodore pulls you back, looking at you with what you could only assume was love. "Did you just come, baby?"
You nod bashfully, hands going to cover your face just for him to pin both of them down. "So cute, so so pretty." He kisses you roughly, rutting up to you. "Gonna fuck you nice and full, howâs that sound?"
Theodore only frowns when you nod, always having been the talkative one in your relationship. âWords, baby. That sound good to you?â
âAh!â Your panties stick to your cunt uncomfortably, feeling all too messy when he grinds his cock onto you. âGood,â you whine, â âs good.â
Theodore smiles, pressing a quick kiss onto your lips as a reward. His hand trails down to your thighs, flipping your skirt up before groaning at the sight of his beige slacks soiled by your slick and cum. "Look at the mess you made, didnât even have to touch you.â
Sliding your panties to the side, Theodore runs two fingers down your slit. "Even your cunt's pretty," he murmurs, bringing his finger up to his mouth to licks at your juices. "You taste even better."
You're pouting as you watch him play with your pussy, fingers pressed onto your clit, going back in for another taste before you finally move down his crotch, just enough for you to palm at his cock.
"Fuckâ" he whimpers, hips bucking onto your hand.
Feeling proud you pulled such a reaction out of him, you reach for his belt, lifting yourself up off of him as he helps rid himself of his slacks. Pulling back his boxers, you will yourself not to drool over the sight of his long and thick cock, milky from the precum leaking from its tip.
Your hand moves on its own, wrapping around the base of his hard cock only to find that your hand was too small to wrap all the way around him. "Why didn't you tell me your dick was huge?."
"You want me to âfuckâ" Theodore whines, cock twitching in your hand as it begged for you to move. "You want me to tell my best friend about the size of my cock?"
"Yeah?" You move your hands up, thumb running along his tip. "Biggest dick I've ever seen."
"You never told me you had âfuck, babyâ never told me you had a perfect cunt either." Theodore moans, the sight in front of him feels like it came straight out of a porno. His best friend and her small hands playing with his cock, tits out with only her tiny skirt stopping him from fucking her into the mattress.
You giggle softly before leaning down to take him inside your mouth. "Fuck!" Theodore choked out, hips roughly thrusting into your mouth. He's too big for you to fit in entirely in your throat and he knows it. And he's too close to cumming in your mouth to keep you were you are.
His hand pulling your head up and away from his cock swiftly. His eyes are shut, head leaning back against your headboard as he breathes heavily.
Your eyes are teary when he opens his eyes back up, and he wills himself not to think about how it's the result of him fucking your face. Theodore brings you up to sit between his legs, kissing you desperately, groaning when he tastes himself on your lips.
Your hand goes back to grab at his length and he whines, pressing his face into your neck and squirms underneath your touch. "Wait, fuckâ" his hand goes to stop you, brain going dead as you pumped his cock. "âfuck, fuck wait."
Theodore moves away from your touch, pressing your hand down onto your mattress as he heaves heavily. "Shitâ Next time," he whines, "we can do all that next time," he murmurs against your neck, pulling his head away to look at you, he adds: "but I need to fuck you. Please, just let me fuck you. I'll do anything to feel your cunt and fill you up nice and full, please baby."
And when he pleads for you so nicely, who were you to deny him anything? He kisses you again, laying you down on your back, whispering soft thank youâs as he presses open mouth kisses down your body. Slender hands roaming around as he tries to map you out. It's only when Theodore flips your skirt up, ripping away your panties to give himself a full view of your throbbing pussy did you realize what he's about to do.
"Hey, I liked those!"
"I'll buy you more, baby." You're dripping in front of him and he think he might be losing his mind. "Need to eat you out first."
"Thought you wanted to fuck me," you whine, gasping softly when he slides his fingers over your pussy, "why can you play with âfuck."
You pout at him, not expecting him to slide his finger inside you while you talked. "Why can youâ ah! âplay with me when I can't play with you."
"Not playing baby, just stretching you out," he tells you with a soft smile, leaning over to kiss your pout away. "Not gonna fit unless we stretch you out."
" 's fine," you whimper, feeling him slip another finger in, fucking into you slowly. "it'll fit just fine."
"You sure?" He picks up his pace, long fingers reaching places your own never could. "Don't wanna hurt you."
" 's fine," you moan when he slips a third finger into your cunt, "don't care if it hurts, just wanna feel you."
Theodore pulls out, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste you once more. Moving back up, Theodore grabs at a pillow, placing it beneath your lower back to elevate your cunt. Slowly, he guides his dick into you, gasping at the feeling of his thick head stretching you open.
"Fuckâ" Theodore pushes in deeper, pausing when he feels you clenching impossibly tight around him "âyour cunt's sucking me in so good."
The burn is delicious, his cock tearing you open from within, stretching you out to take him into you. "So full," you whine, pressing your head into your sheets as he slides in even deeper into you. " 's too much."
"I know, baby," he murmurs, rubbing slow circles onto your thighs, "just a little more, I know you can take it."
You whine pathetically, feeling him fuck the last few inches snuggly into you. "Ah!" He hasn't even moved and you're already breathless, feeling him in your stomach. âFuck me, Theo. Fuck me nice and full.â
âYou want me to fuck your small cunt nice and full?â Theodore pulls out entirely, leaving just his tip in your cunt before roughly thrusting back in, hands on your hips as he pounds into you. "Iâll fuck it nice and full for you, maybe even put a baby in you."
And when your pussy grips his cock at his words, Theodore drives into you even harder. âPut a baby in me, please.â
âYeah? You want that?â He watches as your tits bounce with each harsh thrust. âYou want to carry my baby? Have your pretty tits grow bigger? You want that?â
âYes,â you cry out, eyes screwed shut, the pain of his cock splitting you open mixing with pleasure. âYes, ahâ want it.â
âFuckââ Having just about enough, Theodore pushes your mini skirt up your stomach giving him a full view of how well he's fucking his thick cock into you. The mound of your pussy bulging as it makes room for his dick to spear into your cunt.
"See that baby? See how good your cuntâs at taking my cock?" He asks, his hand grabbing yours to press down below your navel. "See how good I'm fucking you?"
You can only moan, crying out his name when he presses your hand down onto the bulge in your stomach, pushing his own dick out of your pussy. "Feel how deep my cock is inside of you?"
âGonna be so easy for me to breed you,â he murmurs, wrapping your legs around his waist to fuck himself even deeper into you. âWant me to breed you, baby? Hmm?â
You nod desperately, too cock drunk to speak. Jolting when Theodore presses a harsh finger to your clit, circling it as he fucked deeper into you. "Theo, I'm gonnaâ"
"I know baby," he says, his cock getting impossibly harder inside of you. He presses another finger onto your clit, rubbing tight circles as you squirm underneath him. "Fuckâ you're pussy's so good. Need you to come on my cock."
Theodore leans down to kiss you, pushing his length even deeper into you. You moan into his mouth, fucking you through your orgasm, your legs trembling as you try to squeeze him in.
Theodore fucks your cum back into you harder and faster, chasing his own high. One quick glance at his cock coated with your cum, followed by the bulge in your tummy was sends has him rutting into your tight cunt, spilling his warm seed inside you.
Theodore thrusts a few more time just to savor the sight of you spread on his cock before finally pulling out of you. "Fuck Theo," you whined, his cum leaking out of you, making a mess all over your bedsheet. "Were you just never going to tell me your dick is huge?"
Theodore only smiles bashfully, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. "We're still on this?"
"You expect me to not be on this?" You say with a slight pout, Theodore only half paying attention to you as he grabbed a random shirt from the floor to wipe at you thighs. "It's almost like you don't even think of me as you best friend."
"Pretty sure best friends don't go around telling each other about how big their dick is, baby," he replies.
"Blaise can know about your dick size but I can't?" You murmur. "Talk about double standards."
Theodore pauses his movements, hand hovering over your spent pussy. "That fucker."
"Hmm?" You're curious now, confused as to why he was suddenly cursing out your friend. Never having been one to use curse words unless âwell, unless he's fucking you.
"He told me that you liked guys who begged," he says with a slight front, going back to cleaning you up nonetheless.
"Is that why you begged to fuck me?"
"No, that was all me," he answers truthfully, ears tinging red in embarrassment,"just wanted to fuck you."
"And they say romance is dead," you say playfully before your eye zeroes into what's in Theodore's hand. "What about the whole breeding thing? And âs that my shirt?"
Theodore, freezes with his hands between your thighs, feeling you stare him down as he did so. Slowly, he unravels the shirt he'd use to wipe you clean only to realize that yes, that is your shirt.
"You ripped up my panties, messed up my skirt, tried to put a baby in me, and used my shirt to wipe up your cum," you say, frowning, "I'm never having sex with you again."
Theodore's quick to apologize, peppering your face with kisses, mumbling sorry over and over again. "I'll sneak you out of Oxford street, take my black card with you, how's that sound?"
â from bee: this is my first time writing smut be nice to me đĄ
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The Gnosis Can Wait
Requested By: No one. Original work.
CW: 5.0 spoilers below this line!!! 5.0 spoilers below this line! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
Summary: After his battle with Mavuika, Capitano was left injured. He retreats wanting to replan his strategy when he runs into you, the Creator, who had just descended to Teyvat.
Note: So how are you all liking Natlan? As of right now I think itâs okay only because I want to return to Fontaine đ
Capitano wasnât used to the taste of defeat.
As number one in the Fatui harbingers and the strongest amongst them no doubt, he is used to winning every match he partakes in. Or for his opponents to concede before the battle even begins.
Yet he doesnât take it to heart, he knows the outcomes of every battle can differ in many different ways and he isnât arrogant about his strength.
Mavuika was a God after all. Even though his power rivals hers, he knew he would have to best her with a foolproof strategy and it seemed barging in wasnât the right one. She was a worthy opponent.
Capitano returns to his camp, the pain in his chest still burning from the small wound Mavuika left on him. He can wait, once his wound heals then he will strike her again, only this time he wonât miss. At least he has an ally in his pocket keeping him up to date on all the politics within Natlan.
âMy lord,â Capitanoâs right hand, Rezanov begins while bowing. âWe found footprints nearby. We believe someone might stumble into camp soonâŚâ
Capitano lets out a sigh underneath his mask, âhow many people?â
âWe believe only one, thereâs only one track of footprints.â
Only one person? Nothing really to worry about. Unless this person is returning to tell the Archon his location.
âFind them and bring them here.â He orders and Rezanov nods and quickly takes off.
âââ
Okay⌠donât freak out. Donât freak outâŚ
You just woke up in Genshin Impact.
You remember waiting impatiently by your PC for the newest update to the game, but you mustâve fallen asleep while waiting. Now you were dreaming about the it? Jeez, even in your own dreams you thought about the game. You really needed to touch grass. (lol jk jk luv you all)ďżź
You were dreaming about Natlan⌠a nation that you havenât even played yet. You couldnât have had a dream about your favorite nation? Or meeting all your favorite characters?
But everything felt so real. Even after watching the trailer and the leaks youâve seen online, thereâs no way you could know such detail about the nation. Maybe it was just your mind filling in the gapsâŚ
âStop right there!â
You turn around and your blood runs immediately cold. It was two fatui skirmishers and one fatui agent. You donât even know the amount of times youâve killed these enemies for their drops or just for the fun of it.
So this is how you die⌠at least this is better than falling into the claws of Childe, who youâd beat up anytime you built a new character.
âOur lord the Captain will deal with you, come with us with no fight.â
Scratch that. This was much, much worseâŚ
âWait⌠isnât thatâŚ?â One of them whispered.
They put down their weapons, looks of remorse on their faces.
âYour Grace⌠please for give our imprudence we had no idea it was youâŚâ Rezanov. âPlease come with us, the Captain would be delighted to see you.â
Right⌠youâve read fanfics like this before. Believing youâre their Creator⌠you wonder if your blood was gold. Perhaps you could check later. For now, you were going to follow them, itâs not like Capitano has appeared in the game you can get a first time look at him.
You follow the trio deeper into the forest, a small fireplace in the distance, you could only assume the Captain would be there.
âMy lord, we found who was trailing around camp. Their Grace has decided to bless us with their presence on Teyvat once more.â
Capitano turns around and say nothing for what felt like forever. Even with the helmet, you knew he was staring intently at you.
âYour Grace.â He finally says, his voice much softer than you ever expected. âI am honored to be in your presence.â
He approached, towering over you.
âYou three. Fetch Their Grace some foodââ he looks down at you once more. âAnd a change of clothes.â
You feel embarrassment creep up your neck. Whatâs wrong with your pajamas? Could he tell they werenât from this word?
He holds out his hand, and you take it being able to feel the warmth underneath the glove. This dream was much realer than you thoughtâŚ
Capitano leads you to his large tent holding the flaps open so you could enter. âWe werenât expecting your arrival so I apologize for the lack of preparationsâŚâ
You shake your head, âeverything is fine.â Not like youâd be here foreverâŚ
âYou can have my tent You Grace, I will camp outside.â He adds.
You furrow your eyebrows, âthis tent is big enough for two people, canât we just share it?â
Capitano doesnât say nothing for a moment, you fear youâve mightâve offended him with your offer but it was the complete opposite. Capitano felt as if he was on top of the world, to share a camp with the Creator? To be able to protect you? To see your sleeping faceâŚ
He feels his cheeks grow crimson and he is eternally grateful for his helmet. âOf course, if thatâs what you wish Your GraceâŚâ
The flaps to the tent open and Rezanov enters the tent. âMy lord, we've received word that the Pyro Archon has lost much of her power.â
âAlthough your injury complicates things, this is most certainly the opportune time to seize the Gnosis...â
Capitano was slightly irritated with his subordinateâs unwarranted entry but he wouldnât do anything yet, not while you were right in front of him.
âThe Gnosis can wait, we have more important mattersâŚâ he replies, his focus never leaving you.
Š avocad1s 2024
Note: Capitano was the highlight of Natlan for me. Sorry but iâm a Fatui Harbinger glazer đ whyâd they make them so fine? Itâs not fair⌠Now hereâs to hoping my man is playable, saving all my primos for him so he better not disappoint.
Edit: I know Mavuika isnât a God but Iâm thinking Capitano wouldnât know that since sheâs the only one of the Seven that isnât a one which is where I went with this fic
#genshin cult au#sagau#genshin impact sagau#genshin sagau#sagau x reader#self aware genshin#sagau fatui#avocad1s posts#sagau capitano
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Hii, may I ask for a fic where scara and reader are a pair of emo best friends listening to emo music, super loud! In her room while her parents are fighting? They've always been sexually curious and experimenting. Soo reader's sad, he says fuck it, gets on top, and starts grinding his knee against her clit?
Usually, they NEVER get too far, so the reader knows that he's committed when she moans.
Soo cunnilingus? Maybe they likee each other? Praise? Calling her parents dumb and just validating her complaints (like if u going to fight dont do it around your spawnling?) A little bit of 'we could do better than them' bc reader is lowkey scared of ending up like them???
Please ik this is a bit too detailed, im kinda venting lol. Please feel free to omit a bunch if you must.
-shyentđ
scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. clit stimulation. cunnilingus. praise, validation, and comfort.
it wasn't too detailed at all. i hope this makes you feel better, hunâ¤ď¸ i think we all can relate this more than we like to admitđ
you have your hands covering your ears, your eyes squeezed shut. not even the loud music playing in your room soothed you. your body was tense with restless anxiety.
and scaramouche couldn't stand it. he knew he needed to do something. anything. anything to get you to focus on him and not the sounds of your parents fighting downstairs. when you are focused on him, it was like he was the only thing in this world. you noticed nothing else but him.
he reached over and took your hands off of your ears. you'd told him once that you enjoyed the sound of his voice. he put his lips next to your ear. "i can take you somewhere else, if you want," he offered, moving closer to you on your bed.
you shook your head, turning the music down a little. "no, it's okay. it wouldn't really matter. i am still going to know that they are fighting," you would still be tense the same way be it here or at his house.
"i can go tell them to shut the fuck up," he offered, it was more of a way to get to you smile. because it he really would. he would open your door and shout at them to shut the fuck up. loudly. he didn't give a shit. and that's the exact reason why you smiled, if only a little.
"you know, they might shut up if they hear me making you moan," he tentatively posed the idea. more to see if you would crack another little smile, but at the same time, he was completely serious. his hands had gotten up your shirt and into your bra while you were making out with him the other day.
he sure made you moan when he started pinching and stroking your nipples. he fed off of it. his hand has been so close to dipping into your panties. he is so fucking in love with you he couldn't stand it. making you focus on him would calm you down.
and that was what you needed.
you need him.
"you think they might?" you asked. his eyes widened a little. his cock pulsed with the hope you were serious. there was only one way for him to find out.
"i think they might," scaramouche turned down the music, and put his hands on your shoulders. he felt you immediately relax a little the moment you felt his touch. he laid you down on your bed, drinking in the way you blushed as you looked up at him.
he counted himself lucky that you wore a skirt today. your skirt bunched up around your thighs as he got on top of you. tentatively at first, he started to rub his knee on your clit. it wasn't long before your breathing turned shaky sounding, your clit starting to swell and throb.
he shivered as your juices began to soak his knee. he increased the pressure, keening soft moans from your throat. he would've leaned down and kissed you had he not wanted to drink in your face starting to contort with pleasure.
you rocked your hips up, grinding your clit on his knee. he could see the whole world falling away from you, focusing only on him in a way that made his cock ache more. your panties sticking and unsticking around your clit added extra friction, hazing your senses with pleasure.
you have forgotten all about your parents.
reaching your hand up, you caressed his cheek. "scara, can you make me feel good?" you asked, letting out a louder moan as he twisted his knee on your clit.
scaramouche did not need to be asked twice. how many fantasies had he had about you that started off just like this. the amount of cum he spilled into his hands jacking off at night to thoughts of you said as much.
there was such a look of desperation in your eyes. desperation for him. you are depending on him, and scaramouche latched onto that. "your parents really are fucking stupid," he moved down between your legs, moving your panties aside. you blushed seeing his mouth hovering above your pussy.
his tongue swept out to part your folds. he'd lost count of times he'd jacked himself off thinking about you grinding your pussy on his mouth. he licked long slow stripes up and down your pussy, groaning as your taste saturated his tongue. "i can't have my precious pet being so tense all the time."
the blush on your cheeks darkened hearing his words. something about hearing him call you his precious pet made your clit swell and throb more. you shifted restlessly on your bed, your hips jerking up to grind on his tongue.
scaramouche wagged the tip of his tongue around your clit, making moans come from you instead of words. your hands found the back of his head, pushing his mouth down onto your pussy as you sought more friction.
"that's my good girl," his praise filled you with an arousing warmth. it was like something snapped in you. whimpering softly, you knew in that moment, you would do anything to hear it again.
"say it again, please!" you cried out, tugging on his hair. the pleasure coiling was so strong it made your eyes water, your thighs trembling as he latched his lips onto your clit.
scaramouche chuckled softly into your messy pussy, keeping his eyes focused on you so he didn't miss one twitch or contortion of pleasure. "my good, sweet girl," louder moans tore from your throat, your walls clenching empty around nothing. "we can do better than they can," he released your clit with a wet pop, licking his lips before focusing his tongue on your hole.
"i'm in love with you!" you suddenly cried out. the words came tumbling out of your mouth, his tongue felt that good working your pussy over. groaning, he prodded his tongue inside of you. "i've always been in love with you!"
he swirled his tongue inside of you. pleasure burst white hot behind your eyes. your hips bucked shamelessly into his mouth, enjoying the comforting way his fingers dug into your thighs possessively. "fuck me with your tongue, please."
the way you were starting to babble made his cock pulse and strain in his pants. scaramouche was sure your parents could hear you. and he fucking loved it. "go ahead, kitten. let them hear what real pleasure sounds like."
his tongue worked over your pussy with extra vigor, snapping the knot of your orgasm to curl tighter in your core. his thumbs skimmed over the insides of your thighs in encouragement, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
you couldn't help it. scaramouche's tongue made you cunt sensitive, your release gushing onto his tongue suddenly. "so fucking sweet," he growled, eagerly lapping at your release like a starved dog.
he didn't take his mouth off of your pussy, tongue fucking you through your orgasm until you were breathless and shaking. when he kissed you, you didn't think it would be intimate tasting yourself on his tongue.
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his ears would turn the deepest shade of red when you ask him to tutor you in a few subjects. he couldnât believe you were actually talking to him! the faint scent of your perfume filled his senses, causing his jeans to feel impossibly tight. the fact that you were leaning in so much that your tits were practically spilling out of the cute little shirt you wore didnât help either, it drove him crazy. the mental image was enough to make him cum at least three times that night.
he loved it when you were too busy and caught up with other things that you forgot about your tutoring sessions and had to opt for facetimes, because then he could stare at you without an ounce of guilt, turning off his camera and hiding his icon so you would fill his phone screen. he could watch the way your face lit up when you finally understood that one math problem, or the way your hair perfectly framed your face.. the best part was he always recorded these sessions so he could look back at them. hell, if he was sneaky enough (he wasnât) he could jerk one off to your intoxicating voice. however as the days went on, his lust filled mind made him get sloppy.
it was like any other day, he hid his cameraâs icon from view so he could look at you and only you, no distractions. and today you just happened to be wearing that tight tank top he liked so much. he grins, staring at your shape shamelessly as he leans into his phone screen, not catching the way your eyebrows raise or the way your lips fall open until you finally speak up.
âjoong, your cameraâs on.â
a/n: this doesnât count as my first fic bcs i said so, the one from the poll is in the works but the thought kept flooding my mind đ might make this into a full smut fic idk any interactions are very appreciated!! *posts nervously*
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okay iâve been thinking about this like ALLL day but kp is such an ass girlie honestly đ she defo follows her girl around and just admires her ass every chance she gets, and TRUST her hands are always slapping or holding it. and every time you scold her for it she just grins and says âwhat else am i supposed to do when youâre walking around with all that ass?â like.. sheâs OBSESSED. and iâve so gone on a tangent and rambled but itâs okay i think
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oh ABOLUTELYYYYYYY & no worries ml, yk i love my anon's rambles <3
kelsey's eyes ran up and down, taking in all of you. the dress was tight, she could see everything â emphasizing your ass, so perfectly. her lips were curved into a smirk and all she wanted to do was lean in and slap yourâ
"baby, can you go find me my van cleef necklace?"
your voice pulled her mind out of the gutter as she mumbled a reply, getting up with a sigh. kelsey gave you one last lingering look before reluctantly heading towards the bedroom. entering the bedroom, she began her search for the van cleef necklace. she opened the jewelry box on the dresser, sifting through various pieces. the delicate sound of metal clinking against metal filled the room as she moved items aside. after a few moments, she finally found the necklace nestled in a velvet compartment.
with the necklace in hand, kelsey returned to the living room. she saw you standing in front of the mirror, adjusting your dress. the sight made her pause for a second, her eyes tracing the curve of your back and the way the fabric hugged your body.
"you're drooling, kels." you remarked playfully as your voice brought her out of her trance, again.
kelsey laughed as she walked over to you, handing you the necklace. you turned around, smiling, and lifted your hair so she could fasten it around your neck. "it's not my fault, you're wearing that skims dress. you're distracting me."
"oh, am i now?" you replied playfully as she nodded.
"absolutely," kelsey replied, her fingers deftly working to fasten the necklace. "you know exactly what you're doing to me."
you chuckled softly, enjoying the effect you had on her. "well, it's good to know i still have that power over you."
kelsey finished with the necklace and let her hands linger on your shoulders, squeezing gently. "always," she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. a shiver ran down your spine at the touch, but you kept your playful demeanor.
"better keep your cool at the party then, don't want anyone else catching on," you teased, turning around to face her.
her eyes sparkled with mischief. "oh, i'll be on my best behavior."
you rolled your eyes with a smile. "alright, casanova, let's get going before we're late."
she let you walk out in front of her, a smirk on her lips as she playfully landed a quick smack! flat on your ass.
you let out a surprised yelp, turning back to see kelsey's smirk. âhey! behave,â you said, trying to sound stern but failing to hide your amusement.
kelsye shrugged innocently. âi said i'd behave at the party, baby.â
you laughed and shook your head, continuing to the car. the playful banter between you was one of the things you loved most about your relationship. it kept things light and fun, even when the attraction between you was almost palpable.
if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!
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đđđ-đđ đđđđđđ â Lando Norrisâ´
summary: After landing in Miami for his race, Lando carelessly places his bag next to an identical one as he rushes to the bathroom. And in a hurry, you mistakenly grab his bag, thinking it's yours. And during the next five days in Miami, everything took an unexpected turn, escalating into something far bigger than either of you had anticipated.
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â "Oh no," the sound of your troubled voice alerted your best friend, who immediately went to your side asking, "What's wrong?" You rummaged through what you thought was your bag, only to find that the contents inside were not your belongings. You looked at your friend, panic evident in your eyes, and said, "This isn't my bag."
Your friend took a closer look at the bag. Due to all the rummaging, a single golf ball fell from it. "A golf ball?" you asked, confused, immediately running after the ball to catch it. After retrieving the ball, you walked back to where your friend stood and put the ball back inside the bag before zipping it close.
"Okay, where did you last place your actual bag?" your friend asked. "Over on that bench over there," you replied, pointing at the bench. "Alright, let's see if it's still there. If it's not, let's report it." You nodded as both of you went to the bench. Reaching the bench, you see that your bag was nowhere to be found.
"No, no, no, all my important stuff was in that bag!" Out of frustration you almost threw the bag in your hands, thankfully your friend was there to prevent that from happening. "Let's not take our anger out on the poor bag," she took the bag from you and rubbed circles on your back to calm you down. "Right, this is my fault anywaysâ I took the bag randomly."
"Let's go make a report, see if the airport does something about it," your friend suggests. "Alright," you say, trying to sound optimistic.
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ynusername never visiting you again
liveduh Why're you blaming me??
lhea_theitgirl she's blaming everything and everyone at this point, even the bag.
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ynusername lost my bag in the airport
lhea_theitgirl you mean you grabbed the wrong bag?
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As you waited at the bench, fidgeting nervously, your friend noticed as you stood up and headed back to the customer service desk, the wrong bag slung over your shoulder. You were growing impatient with each passing second.
At the desk, you accidentally slapped your hand on the counter. "Girl, calm down," your friend whispered. Her words went unheard as you began asking questions to the woman behind the desk counter.
Unbeknownst to you, a guy with a similar bag approached the desk. Your friend tried to get your attention, but you brushed her off. She watched as you and the guy made complaints about your bags.
"Is there any update on my bag?"
"I'm here to report a missing bag."
You turned to the man's voice and saw your bag in his hands. Both bags were identical.
"Anyways, as I was trying to say, I think I found your bag," your friend chuckled.
You glanced at the bag, then at the man, before taking a hesitant step forward. "Could I check if that's mine?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty. He met your gaze briefly before glancing at the bag you held. "In exchange, could I see if that one is mine?" you agreed with a nod.
As you both swapped bags, you wasted no time in going through the contents of the one you now held. A wave of relief washed over you as you spotted your wallet inside. With shaky laughter, you checked that everything else was intact. "Thank goodness!" you exclaimed.
"Is that yours?" the man's friend inquired. "Thankfully, yes," he breathed out in relief. After zipping the bag closed, the man turned to you, taking a step forward and extending his hand. "Thanks for not taking off with my bag." With a smile, you shook his hand, letting out a light chuckle. "I couldn't do that, especially when mine is with this bag's owner," you joked, eliciting a laugh from the man.
"YN, it's time to go. We need check into our hotel," your best friend whispered in your ear. You nodded in agreement, releasing the man's hand. "Thank you once again," you offered a slight bow to him and the woman at the front desk, expressing your apologies for the inconvenience. Sliding your bag over your shoulder and grabbing your suitcases, you made your way to the exit, waving goodbye to the stranger.
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You locked your hotel room door and turned towards the way to the elevator, only to freeze when you spotted a familiar face down the hallway. Surprise painted both your expressions as recognition dawned.
The awkward silence stretched between you until he finally spoke up. "It's you again," he chuckled softly. You managed a sheepish smile. "What a coincidence," you replied.
His smile softened, and you couldn't help but notice how cute he looked when he smiledâ well, cute overall, really. You mentally shook off the thought. "Yeah, who knew we'd end up at the same hotel," you said with a forced laugh.
Sensing your nervousness, he extended his hand. "I'm Lando, Lando Norris," he introduced himself, mirroring your airport encounter. You accepted his handshake, feeling your shoulders relax at the contact. "Nice to meet you, Lando," you replied.
Your phone buzzed in your other hand, interrupting the moment. Cursing softly, you released his hand. "I'm YN, and I have to go. See you later, Lando!" With that, you dashed off towards the elevator.
Lando watched you go, a smile lingering on his lips. What a day it had been.
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A/N : Wanted to write about my fav F1 Driver so here it is. Literally started writing this before the final race in Miami. Still can't believe Lando won his first ever race. Honestly, I have to constantly make sure I'm not dreaming, lmao.
Also, if anyone wants to be tagged for this series just let me know in the comments.
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"WAIT THIS IS- WAIT we should get farleigh to fuck reader thinking heâll get anything he wants, the whole sexgod privilege just cuz youre the one who asked for it but when hes about to cum you go âoh no noâ. but farleigh turns into goo under your orders so"
OK SO I HAVE AN IDEA!! their academic rivals and have a bet going on that he gets to fuck you if he got a higher score on a test or smth?!?!? IDK I JUST HAVE A THING FOR ENEMIES FUCKING đđ SUE ME
the day hath come. thank you for your request anon ! <3
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academic rival! farleigh start! x fem!reader
summary: when farleigh decided that your rivalry isnât fun enough for him, he proposes a deal
warnings: 18+, enemies to lovers, academic rivals, smut in the second half of it, sub!farleigh, porn with plot, unprotected p in v (wrap it guys), sub! farleigh, soft dom! reader, size kink, whiny whimpery farleigh, praise kink, cunnilingus, blow job, teabagging, creampie, plot twist and fluff at the end
a/n: sorry if i took too long, enjoy !
academic validation is everything to you. you believe youâre nothing if not an overachiever. but for farleigh, itâs just an excuse for him to be contemptous towards you. everyone else in the class is obviously displeased with your feud with him, but itâs mostly just farleigh spewing vulgar insults at you. thatâs just how he presents himself. you could go and ask around the campus about him-
most would comment on his attitude that he thinks he could get away with- just because heâs smart. academically smart. no one knows how he does it. its not like he spends his afternoons in the library or catching up on his studies in his free time. hell, he does the exact opposite of those things. the term party animal is a downgrade for him. the owner of the nearest pub knows him. the most elite parties on campus are known to be thrown by him.
weirdly enough, when it comes to tests and exams, he excels them like nobody else. whatever he has to do for the class doesnât faze him. youâre pretty confident that he doesnât even study yet somehow, heâs at the top of his class. you on the other hand, put a lot of effort to achieve your exceptionally high scores. seeing farleigh being absent for most of his class pains you, it reminds you of how bad you have to struggle while he get to trash himself. enjoy the uni life. what irks you even more is the fact that everytime he scores higher than you, heâll make sure to flaunt it all over your face. every single time. you roll your eyes when you spot the dark curly headed figure towering almost everyone across the hall, a couple books in his hand. how pretentious. itâs not like he even reads them.
flashing a quick smirk towards you, he swiftly skips to get in front to hold the lecture hall door open. he gave everyone else before you a small smile, trying to convince them of the pure intention of his nice little gesture. âgoodluck guysâ his head tilted upwards for a bit, nodding at each of the students. you cant help but crack a little smile watching the boy. as you were about to step into the hall, he swings the door closed behind him.
âwhat the fuck ?â you blurt out, head tilted trying to look at him. âgoodluckâ he grins, eyebrows raised with a smug look on his face. âfor the testâ he continues. âfor what else dumbass?â insufferable, you think. he winces mockingly at your words
the test. the one that is particularly of the toughest subject out of your course. one that you had studied your ass off for. one that farleigh couldnât give a single fuck about and still gonna ace it. gifted son of a bitch. and youâre gonna have to sit through him making fun of you for the 2 marks difference. itâs been like this for a couple semesters now. you struggling to keep your scores high, while farleigh tease you about it. just because you give him a challenge for the top position everytime thereâs a test. the first semester of the course, he scored the best in the class for the first assessment. that gave him extra unneeded ego for the next couple weeks until you beat him in other tests after. heâd acknowledged you since. he loves a pretty face that challenges him.
âyes whatever farleigh now moveâ you try to pay no attention to him, reaching out to pull the door yourself. he quickly adjusts his stance against the door âokay! okay-âhis arms reach out to his sides, protecting the entrance.
â-i have a proposition for youâ
âi dont have time for this farleighâ you really dont, the tests starting anytime now.
âhear me out firstâ. one of his arm is held up to convince you. you sigh, the most uninterested expression staring back at him. âyou know how you always excel these tests and i always do better than you-?â. âif youre keeping me here just to ridicule me save it for after the testâ you begin to move before he continues
ââso you admit i always do better ? i mean, whoâs keeping the score anywaysâ he chuckles. your patience is getting thin. before you could move again he steps closer, towering over you. hot breath fanning over your face as he grabs your arm.
âwhy dont we make it more fun ?â he begins, emphasizing the last part, almost whispering into your ear. âif you score better, you get all the bragging rights and mocking pass until the next testâ you begin to soften your expression, intrigued. you look up at him, eyes searching into his. he stares into you before leaning down to continue
ââand if i score better, i get to fuck youâ
you ball your palms into fists at his stupid idea before shoving him to the side and storming into the lecture hall. your jaws clenching with your lips pursed shut. heâs getting out of hand if he thinks youâre just another bet felix can set him up upon. you hear him follow you before he settles in a seat rows away from you. you glance at him to see heâs already looking at you, grinning.
as youâre finishing up the final answers and re-checking the paper youâre brought back to farleighâs proposition earlier. somehow youâre fueled with a newfound confidence that youâre gonna beat him. the test wasnât that bad, you studied and all and there wasnât any questions that you didnât answer confidently. suddenly those bragging rights sound tempting. usually when you score higher than him youâd just keep it to yourself cuz whenever you do try to belittle him how he does you, heâs quicker with sharp insults that leaves you dumbfounded. a classmate once tried standing up for you after one of his rude remarks and got a disgusted look from him in return. his exact words were âwho are you again ?â so you decided long ago not to indulge in his childish behaviour. but youâre getting sick of him. at this point youâd do anything to shut the raging ego of his. even if it means risking yourself
the loud sound of papers rustling and the creaking of the hallâs seats marks the end of the test, everyoneâs getting up and walking towards the exit. you found yourself pushed into a corner by the crowd that seems to be chasing a leaving train. thereâs no opening for you to squeeze yourself in so you decide to wait until theyâre all gone. suddenly the crowd stopped and you feel a hand pulling you forward, safely getting you out of the exit with his body close behind yours. he brings you further to the nearest turn, making sure youâre out of the crowd. you look up at him, knowing it was him. you shoot him a serious look before saying,
âdealâ
âwait-â he scoffs in disbelief âreally ?â he has a whole confused, disbelief look on his face. âyeah, thereâs no way youâre gonna score higher, youâve been doing what, coke all week ?â you say. âtrue, but iâll come by. i always doâ he shrugs before saying, âno take backsâ you give him a small smile before starting to walk away. âyou should smile more baby !â you hear him say from afar. his usual smug look entering your mind
the rest of next week is filled with him trying to get you flustered and nervous waiting for the result. thereâs no actual reason for you to be this nervous, heâs got no chance against you this time. every class with him feels a lot longer than usual as he teases you about the deal every chance he could. telling jokes that centers you being smarter than him to the whole class got you rethinking about your decision. while youâre confident, he seems to be composed. in the class of the subject you guys had the test for, thereâs a time when the professor brought up that the paper will be returned next week and you cant help but glance at farleigh. he smiles before bringing up a peace sign to his mouth, his tongue darting forward between his fingers before moving it in a licking motion. he chuckles at your reaction as you roll your eyes
your professor offers a smile to your classmate reaching her hand out to take the paper from him. âgood job, keep it upâ he steps down from the last flight of stairs with his hands clasped together. âcongratulations to all of you regardless of your scores, theres still time and room for improvement so keep your chin upâ he positively encouraged before dismissing the class. you look down at the paper in your hands, a proud smile forcing itself onto your lips as you beam at the circled number in red at the top of it. a whopping 98 for the toughest subject youâve ever took. satisfied is the least youâre feeling right now as the familiar busy sound of students getting ready to hit the exit floods your ears, you hear the professor calling a name. âfarleigh ? please see me after classâ your eyebrows furrowed seeing him mouth a âyeaâ while picking up his books. thats the most plain youâve ever seen him. no smug look thrown towards you either.
from his expressions you could assume that maybe heâs dissatisfied with his score but just how bad can it be ? knowing him he couldâve taken the test drunk and still be able to score atleast an A. your eyes follow him walking towards the exit, his messenger hanging low against his hips. you were waiting for some officialization from him, saying that you won, and that you get to mock him all you want yet youâre left with nothing. i mean, you certainly won right ? he could only beat you if he scored 99 or a 100. maybe youâll try him tomorrow.
rubbing your eyebrows, your eyes scan the lesson material that you had just printed out for today. words stacked above another forming a paragraph that youâre hoping to find the point of. sound of footsteps entering fills the class when you feel someone tapping at the back of your seat. you turn your head back and to the front again to see farleigh walking past slowly to say, âyour clock starts now nerd, next tests on the second week next monthâ as he points his finger at you
âheard you got a new daddy farleigh, got him to up your score ?â youâre near yelling at him whoâs getting away. he pays you no attention as he flips you off. a smile appears on your face. no nasty remarks in return. so it begins. for the rest of the class you get to shut his sarcastic jokes with your own. the class is suprised to say the least that farleigh is the receiving end now. something mustâve happened they think, and most have their money on that you guys fucked. you shrug at your efforts on utitilising the mockery pass. youâd manage to catch him after class just to offer him another teasing âyou know i can tutor you if you want. a one on one so maybe you can retire from being a boytoyâ you beam at him. he gives you an unamused look, lips shut to hold himself from shooting a response to the joke. âmaybe you shouldâ he says, raising both his arms to quickly drop them before turning his heels and walking away. you watch him strut down the hall with a grin plastered across your face. until something hits you that the grin slowly wears off. you feel empty that heâs not shooting sarcasms back at you. you get it that this will only last until the next test and itâs part of the deal but you cant help feeling like, âthis is it ?â. suddenly a part of you think that it would be better if he responded back. youâre used to that. you want him to banter.
so when you end up standing infront of his door you have no one else to blame but yourself.
you had asked students around the dorm halls and they all pointed to this door. sighing, you try to justify yourself for whats about to happen. âwhat are you doing here ?â you lower the knuckles that were about to knock, heels automatically turning to the source of the voice. he quirks an eyebrow at seeing you infront of his dorm. unfamiliar with the image cuz heâs never seen you around the building. âwhat are YOU doing hereâ youre quick to answer before realising how stupid it is. âi kinda need to be here. i live in the room just behind youâ you scoff at his answer. he squints his eyes before saying, âwow, youre determinedâ.
âwhat ?â
âyou came all the way here to brag about the test ?ââ
ânoâ you stop him before continuing, âits weird that you didnt return any of my insults todayâ you begin. he slows down his steps, pacing around before stopping infront of you. he examines the knitted material of your cardigan, his eyes trailing to find yours. âwell for one, theyâre mediocre at best-â you scoff before lightly shoving him, âfuck youâ. he shrugs, eyes wandering across the hall before continuing, ââand its part of the deal sweetheartâ you look down at your shoes, nodding slightly. exactly, that was the deal, you admit to yourself, ignoring the pet name. you take a deep breath as he runs his hand across the back of his neck, carefully adjusting the stray curls at the side of his head. âwell if you dont have anything else, im just gonna-â his hand moves to the side of you to grab the doorknob.
you look up at him, searching into his eyes before he notices. âunless youre here for that tutoring-â you grab at the fabric on his chest, pulling him against you before crashing your lips onto his dark red ones. kissing at his bottom lip, he returns the kiss deeper, nose bumping against each other. he pulls away slightly, puffing hot breath before pulling you closer by your lower back. his forehead rests against yours as his mouth chases your lips, returning a deeper and more eager kiss. his hands resting low at your hips as his impatient kiss pushes you back against the door. you pull away for a moment to catch your breath when a small whine escapes his lips, his eyes still closed. heâs leaning forward trying to catch your lips to which you lean into once more. his hand move from your waist to the doorknob, twisting it before catching you from falling backwards. next thing you know youâre placed on his strangely clear study with him leaving sloppy kisses down your stomach, moving towards your clothed pussy. your cardigan and shorts lying on the floor
he looks at you through his long lashes, his large hands sprawled over your hips, smoothing over the skin. âmay i ?â you nearly moan at his low voice. you nod as he mouths at your clothed cunt, nose nudging against your clit, panties almost transluscent with your wetness. you let out a breathy moan as he peppers small kisses all over the thighs caging him, slowly biting at the skin. he trails kisses until he reaches where you want him the most before pushing your panties to the side. his breath hitched as he does so, timidly licking your wet folds to have a taste. you hear him moan, your hands running through his hair to pull back the parts covering his face so you can watch him sucking at your sex. his eyes shut close savouring your taste as you hear him mumble against your folds, sending shivers down your spine. âmhm- sâgoodâŚso prettyâ his hands roam from the low of your back to your stomach before trailing down to rub your clit. he pulls away for a moment to run his thumb between your folds, eyes dark as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. his bottom lip between his teeth. he dives back in with half lidded eyes before laying his tongue flat against your folds. you let out a small moan as you pull at his hair, earning a groan from him. you could feel the knot in your lower stomach getting tighter.
you push him from your pussy before getting off of his study. he follows you, getting up from the floor, cock painfully hard in his sweats forming a tent with a dark patch at the top. you curse in your head seeing the view before pushing him down onto his bed. he scoots back to lean against the wall as you climb onto his lap, pulling your shirt off you. his eyes trail downwards to look at your hardened nipples, his eyes darkened with a full blown lust before reaching up to knead at them. he kisses your nipples before putting them in his hot mouth at which you arch your back slightly, your hands pushing him forwards from the back of his head. you start to grind at his hard clothed cock as you feel the wet patch you saw earlier. he moans loudly at you grinding down especially harder on the base of his cock, sitting on his balls. steadying yourself, you grab his shoulders as you lean in to nip at his earlobes. his hand moves to grab at your hips as you rub your wet panties against his bulge while kissing at his neck, slightly biting and sucking at the skin, leaving marks. he whimpers with a slight pout when you start to slow down
âplease,,â
âplease what farleigh ?â
âanything- fuck! please,, take it offâ
you smile at his pleas, continuing to grind on his cock, the wet patch at his tip getting bigger, spreading to the base of his cock. you arch your back slightly while moving, placing your tits at his mouth which he latches on obediently. his cock twitches as he bucks his hips upwards from the pressure. he pulls away to rest his head on your chest, head tilted downwards to watch your pussy getting his sweats wetter before throwing his head back with a long moan. âfeels- feel so good- wanâ you fasterâ he starts stuttering words between begging you to go faster and to go slower, confused to decide what he actually wants. âdoes this feel good farleigh ?â you grind faster as he nods rapidly in return âdont stop- fuck, please dont stopâ you could feel his cock jumping slightly and twitching, threatening to spill his load in his pants before you do just what he tells you not to. âno- baby,,â he throws his head back, strained whimper escapes his lips in defeat as you giggle. his knee buckles up involuntarily. you get off his lap, removing his hands from your hips to settle on the floor, tits pressed against the edge of the bed.
you look up at him who has the back of his hand pressed against his forehead as you graze your fingers on the outline of his cock, now completely wet with his precum and your wetness. your touches making him buck his hips, his eyes shut close as he throws his head back. you pull at his waistband slowly, pressing it down so it grazes along his achingly hard cock, earning a wince from him. âslow- slower, please,,â his hand reach yours trying to get you to be careful. you nod at him giving him what he wants, not wanting him to cum just yet. as soon as the waistbandâs off his thick hard cock springs upwards, slapping his lower stomach. heâs thick, and it curves slightly upwards. placing your hand at the base, youâre suprised to see the size of him. batting your lashes at him with his cock in your hand, he gives you a smug smile
âbig?â
ââaverageâ you respond, receiving a chuckle from him
heâs the biggest youâve had.
you swipe your thumb across his tip, collecting the precum to spread on his cock. switching hands, you begin to pump his length, your fingers barely closing around his cock. you reach down your panties with your free hand to collect your wetness before using it as lube to stroke his cock. âfuck thatâs so hot-â you hear him say before letting out a loud moan when you suddenly start sucking at his tip. maintaining eye contact through your lashes, you make sure to make him watch you lay your tongue flat at the base of his length, slowly dragging it upwards. you have both your hands and your mouth working on the aching tip, slobbering his cock with your wetness, saliva and precum. stroking his cock at a steady pace you adjust your position to arch downwards, your mouth leaning into the base of his cock to lick under his balls. âahâ fuck-! mhmâ his hand fisting the sheets under him, chest heaving breathlessly. he let out a whine when you put his balls into your mouth, the warmth sending him into pure bliss. sucking at the skin, you make sure to twist at his raging red tip as you do so. you pull off with a pop to collect saliva in your mouth before spitting on his balls. just as the spit starting to trickle down you catch it with your mouth to bring it to his length. he tries to contain his moan by pursing his lips yet a weak whimper leaves his lips. he shoots you a puppy look as you continue sucking him off. you can feel his already tight balls getting tighter as his cock jumps against his lower stomach. heâs painfully hard to the point that one more lick and heâll be cumming.
so you stop working on his cock to get on your feet. his eyes filled with tears threatening to spill down his tinted cheeks. his pretty long lashes wet from the tears pooling in his eyes, making them glossy. he looks up at you, your knees pressing against his bed before you climb onto him, your hands reaching his face to cup his cheeks. the tears in his eyes that were threatening to fall trickles down as you wipe them with your thumb. âyou wanna cum farleigh ?â you ask. âyes pleaseâ âyou dont look itâ he blinks to clear his eyes from tears, âi want to, please- let me cum pleaseâ his hands slowly creep up your body to pull you close in his embrace. his eyes pleads into yours before you pull his head towards you letting him rest on your breast. âokayâ you promise. he takes the chance to mouth at your tits. throwing your head back, you feel him suck at one of your nipple and squeezing the other with his large hand making you moan. you pull at his hair to look at him, he offers you a soft smile. probably too delirious from the pleasure to even think.
you pull him off you to quickly get off the bed, taking off your wet panties before climbing back holding it. you lean down to kiss him, his head tilted upwards to return your kiss. his sucks at your tongue until he feels your lips being replaced by a wet fabric. he moans realising that you had stuffed his mouth with your panties, aiming the wet patch directly onto his tongue before kissing the top of his head. he always has his free hands to take out the panties if he wants to. he looks down at his hard weeping cock just inches away from your pussy. he buckles his hips forward in a pathetic attempt to rub his cock against your pussy. you giggle at his action before steadying your hands on hus shoulder, looking down as you lower yourself on his cock, rubbing the tip against your clit and the length between your folds. you hear him make some mumbled sound before you pull out the panties from his mouth. strings of saliva connected to the fabric as he puffs out, catching his breath.
âjust fuck me,, cant anymore-â
âyou cant ?â he shakes his head
âbut i thought youâre the mighty farleigh start ?â you tease him. he swallows his saliva at your words.
ânot with you, no- please, just make me cum babyâ the tip of his nose dusted red, his lips swollen and redder than ever. his eyes glossy with some of the remaining tears at the corner of his eyes, searching into yours as he pleads
you finally give in, grabbing his cock to position it at your sex earning a loud guttural moan from him. you let out a high pitched whine from the stretch, the slide of his cock into your pussy easy thanks to all the wetness from before. you move back and forth, grinding your clit against his pelvis before starting to ride his cock. he bites his bottom lip watching you bounce on his length, fucking yourself. the pace of your hips steady with his hands grabbing at them to guide you. farleigh throws his head back from the pleasure, his mouth hanging agape. you feel the knot in your lower stomach getting tighter, feeling waves threatening to crash down. âyou close ?â he asks as he feels your pussy clench around him making it harder for him to hold back. you nod at him, trying to focus on chasing your orgasm. you feel him suddenly buckle his hips into you before you let out a high pitched moan, screaming his name. he helps you ride out your high before you hear a string of curses falling from his lips, his thrust getting sloppy. âinside, farleighâ. he looks at you to make sure he heard you right as you nod at him. you let him move your hips as he wants, using you like a fleshlight before you hear him let out a loud moan. âah-ahhâ! fuck, fuck, fuck- fuuuck,,â. the curses falling from his lips gets dragged out as you feel warm ropes of thick cum shooting inside your pussy, hitting your cervix.
he struggles to catch his breath as he carefully gets you off his lap, placing your head on his pillow before joining you. sighing, his eyes blown wife while looking up at the ceiling. he props himself on his elbow to look at you, admiring your glow. you cant help but slowly let out a laugh at what the two of you just did. he shakes his head low, also laughing before leaning down to kiss you. the kiss is more passionate and sensual, unlike before. he crawls down to look at your pussy, his cum trickling down to his sheets before he wastes no time collecting and pushing them back into you. âall goodâ he informs before climbing back to lie beside you as you two finish catching your breaths.
you look around, scanning his room before turning your head to look at his bedside table. you notice a familiar paper, slightly crumpled. propping yourself on your elbow, you take a closer look at it. itâs the test that makes your deal, with a circled score in red at the top of it. a 62. you quickly turn to him, heâs already looking at you, a cig in his hand and a lighter in another, ready to light it. he looks at the paper in your hand and raises his eyebrow
âwhat ?â
âa 62, farleigh ? seriously ?â
âyeah i purposely put the wrong answers, atleast for some part of itâ
he answers you, unbothered. he purses his lips around the cig, almost lighting it as he notices that youâre still waiting for some sort of explanation. he sighs before letting his head fall back onto the pillow
âi wanted you to winâ he admits. your eyebrows furrowed, clearly confused
âso you can atleast see some good in me, when im not bullying youâ to which you respond,
âyou couldâve just stop insulting me like a normal personâ
âbut then everyone will realise that i was falling for youâ
your face softens at his words. his eyes roam across the ceiling, trying to avoid your eyes before he continues, ââeveryone knows i dont just âfallâ for peopleâ you search his face for some sort of indicator that heâs trolling you but to no avail. you both sit in silence for a moment before you lean in to kiss him. his hands reach up to your face, pushing the hair covering the side of your face away. your hand reach up to cup his face, deepening the kiss. you pull away smiling at him to which he rolls his eyes playfully.âgreat now you have something to tease me aboutâ. âi like you too farleighâ you quickly cut him. he cant help the smile creeping on his face. you both continue to sit in silence drinking in each others presence.
âstudy date ?â you suggest
âi dont study, sweetheartâ
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hii can i request angst for love and deepspace, reader and mc are different ppl. our boys made plans with reader but forgot and left them hanging to hangout with the mc instead đ
Series: In Her Shadow, pt.1 (ft. main trio)
Part 1 | Part 2
It feels like you've never been enough for him.
Pairing: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader (seperate)
Tags: angst, hurt no comfort, reader is not MC, reader and guys are dating
A/N: Thanks for your request, sweetheart! Hope it doesn't look too OOC.
Part 1 | Part 2
-`âĄÂ´- MASTERLIST -`âĄÂ´-Â
Xavier
Your relationship with Xavier could be called ideal, if not for one nuance.
His colleague, who takes up much of his attention.
There were times when he'd come home and talk about her with such excitement that you'd start to feel like a third wheel. But usually afterwards Xavier would apologize and say that no matter how strong his colleague was, you would still be the best for him.
And you'd like to believe that. Until he forgot about dinner with you because of her.
You've planned a perfect evening and cooked everything he loved so much, knowing how tired he might come back after a mission. Only for him to never show up this evening.
You've been waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Feeling how your heart was breaking even more with each passing minute. Maybe something bad had happened? Maybe he was hurt?
You texted him, only to get back, "Don't worry, I'm fine, my colleague just invited me to the cafe after our mission."
No apologies, no regrets. It seems that he just forgot about you and your plans together.
For a while you were silently sitting in your living room, staring at the phone screen. It was hard to describe all these feelings that were bubbling up inside you. Jealousy, anger. You didn't even bother to remind him about your dinner together and just put all the dishes away in the fridge.
Since when did she become more important than you?
Zayne
You always knew about Zayne's childhood friend. But you couldn't even imagine that she would make you feel so unwanted.
You had plans for today while your lover had the day off. As a cardiac surgeon, Zayne was busy most of the time and would come home late, completely exhausted. Of course, you wanted to spend every free day with him.
Except for one thing.
His childhood friend constantly overshadowed you. Well, you could understand why that was happening. After all, their friendship (or was it more than that already?) had been going on for years, and you couldn't stop Zayne from seeing her.
ButâŚ
Sitting alone in the restaurant, at the table you'd booked together, you barely held back tears as you stared at the message marked 'unread'.
When Zayne didn't appear in time, you were surprised. He was always so punctual, what was wrong this time?
But when you asked him where he was, he replied, "Sorry, she asked me to visit an old candy store with her, I'll be back in a few hours," and you realized he'd completely forgotten about you.
And your last message went unread.
"Zayne, but we made a reservation for today."
You sat alone for so long that people started to squint in your direction. The only option was to get up and leave the restaurant before your heart was completely shattered.
And so you did.
Rafayel
Usually Rafayel's studio was always open for you, so you could come to see him anytime.
But as it turned out, you weren't the only one he welcomed with open arms, day or night.
Today was your day off and you were planning to visit Rafayel so you could help him with something in his studio. He asked you to come in the first place. Usually that meant he just wanted to see you and was looking for any excuse, even the silliest one.
But instead you were met with a locked gate.
At first you thought it was just another joke, that Rafayel would come out and let you in, yet some time passed, and you continued to stand there alone. You tried to call him, but it was unsuccessful. No matter how long you waited, no one answered.
Finally you decided to call Thomas to ask him if something important had happened. Maybe Rafayel once again forgot about his own exhibition and had left in a hurry.
But it turned out you were the only one who had been forgotten.
"He said he was going to buy new paints with his bodyguard," Thomas explained. "Or something like that. Better not wait for him until evening, he's unlikely to be back before that time."
Devastated, you stood there for a while longer, thinking about his 'Ms. Bodyguard' who was spending more and more time with your beloved. It wasn't the first she took him away from you.
But this was the last straw.
You turned around, heading back home and desperately holding back tears.
It wasn't fair.
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+synopsis; the hottest criminal solicitor is in town and sheâs ready to fight tooth and nail to prove her new clients innocence. I wonder how heâll thank herâŚ
+content/warnings; black reader but little to no explicit detail, taboo relationships, stalking, peeping tom, death threats, begging, mentions of murder, graphic details, angst, cheating, reader smokes, semi public, oil massage, nasty and messy sex, squirting, brief toe sucking, running from him, pussy drunk Toji, mr munch, ass eating, Toji is grown and got stubble, face sitting, 69, mating press, doggy style, overstimulation
+pairings; Felon Toji x Lawyer!Fem Black Reader
+a/n; ending is rushed idk why đđ but i hope you enjoy lovelyâs!!!đŠˇ
âSo, Mr Fushi⌠Uh, so what exactly are we here to discuss today?â you stated, papers on the table and pen in your hand ready to note down.
He raised an eyebrow as his eyes wandered down to the bright diamond ring blinking at him on your finger. You were used to this behaviour. Felons and criminals acting cold and calloused as if you werenât the one thing between them and their freedom.
âLook, I donât want to be here either. But we have got to work together. Thereâs no point in you sitting on your arse, acting as if I donât have better places to be. I could be on a trip to Barbados right now but Iâm stuck here saving your arse-â
âYou done?â he interrupted slyly.
âNo, Iâm not done. Youâre wasting everybodyâs time. Itâs not my fault you decided to kill that guy at the bar. The court appointed me as your attorney and so Iâm going to try my best to help you win this case but I can only do so much.â you huffed at the end of the long speech watching his eyes close in annoyance.
âLook lady, Iâve got a child to go back home to, I donât have time for this. Can you get my case dismissed or not?â
âI was getting to that,â you stated with venom laced on your tongue. âWe can always claim self defence. Given your history thereâs not much else,â The question of whether he had a mental illness crossed your mind but quite frankly, you werenât in the mood to converse with this fiend any longer.
âThatâs a pretty ring ya got there⌠You married?â he questioned. His cuffed hands were lying in his lap. This man had stressed you so damn much that you hadnât realised how, handsome, he was. Despite the ugly and completely unflattering appearance of the orange jumpsuit, you could see the tattoos that encapsulated his large biceps, big enough to crush your skull with. The man you were defending - or rather attempting to - had the meanest mug written all over his face. But you were a woman before you were a lawyer, and your heart was with another.
âNot yet, Iâm engaged,â you huffed.
Toji scoffed before turning to face the large mirror. âIs that all Mr Fushiguro? If so, Iâll be on my way,â and without another word, you swiftly left the room, closing the door on the way out. The correctional officer walked out towards you. âDid he tell ya what âappened? Ya know with the guy?â You eyed the officer down, observing his hands that were stationed on his belt. âExuse me? Iâm not entitled to disclose that information,â you rolled your eyes as the click clacking of your heels echoed across the hallway.
âHi baby, how was your day?â your fiancĂŠ kissed your temple as you looked down at the plate of food in front of you.
âIt was okay,â you shrugged indifferently.
Your fiancĂŠ was the executive marketer of a large company. âIâm sorry to here that, Iâll be upstairs if you need me,â
You didnât say a word as he walked away. In spite of the disturbing scene unfolding in front of your eyes on the TV whilst watching âThe Perfectionâ, you couldnât help but wonder how Mr Fushiguro was going. Sure he had a nasty mouth and the patience of a toothpick but there was something so intriguing about him. Maybe itâs because you were tired of you boring and plain life. Youâve always been like that.
It wasnât anything new for you to leave something that was perfectly good to something subpar purely out of boredom and this was no exception.
The next few weeks consisted of you mostly signing papers, talking with your client, viewing crime scene photos and talking to detectives on the case.
The old Bailey loomed large and imposing, its grandeur echoing centuries of justice. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation and tension. You were a sharp and tenacious criminal lawyer, and this was no new information as you adjusted your barrister's wig, your eyes scanning the courtroom. Your reputation for winning impossible cases was well-earned, and today, your skills would be put to the test.
Toji Fushiguro, your client, sat at the defendantâs table. His presence was both magnetic and menacing, a dangerous mix that had everyone on edge. Accused of a brutal murder, his piercing green eyes betrayed no emotion as he watched the proceedings unfold.
Your first meeting had been fraught with silent judgments and unspoken words. You had read his file meticulously, aware of the gravity of the crime he was accused of. A single father found dead in at the bar, after a fight had broke out, all evidence pointing towards Toji. Yet, something about the case felt off to you, an instinct you couldnât ignore.
You spent countless hours pouring over the evidence, every piece scrutinized under your critical gaze. Late nights at the office became routine, the flickering desk lamp being your only companion. Toji's file lay open before you, his eyes in the mugshot staring back with a challenge and scar in menacing smirk.
The interviews were intense. Toji, ever the enigma, offered little help. His answers were curt, often cloaked in sarcasm. But there was something beneath the surface, a flicker of vulnerability that intrigued you.
A ghost of a smile played on Tojiâs lips. âYouâre different from the others. Theyâve all looked at me like Iâm already convicted.â
"So? Why would you think I'm different? Letâs not forget why Iâm here,â you stated.
Days turned into weeks, and your professional relationship took on a different hue. There was a dangerous allure in Tojiâs defiance, a charisma that drew you in despite your better judgment. You guys would often find yourselves locked in heated debates, the air between you crackling with unspoken tension.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day in court, you found yourself in a dimly lit pub, nursing a bourbon. The door creaked open, and Toji walked in, flanked by the ever-present guards. Their eyes met across the room, a silent understanding passing between them.
âWhat the hell are you doing here, Fushiguro?,â you said as he approached the table, your voice low.
âI needed a drink,â Toji shrugged, sitting opposite you. The guards stood discreetly nearby, giving them a semblance of privacy.
You arched an eyebrow. âWell then, get your damn drink and leave me be?â
Toji leaned forward, his eyes darkening. âI think youâre the only person who sees me as more than just a murderer.â
âOh please, thatâs my job as a defendant. Youâre onto nothing,â
Your heart pounded in your chest. The line between right and wrong blurred, your connection undeniable and perilous. you knew you were treading dangerous waters, but something about Toji made it impossible to walk away.
As the trial progressed, your determination to uncover the truth deepened. You successfully discovered inconsistencies in the evidence, hidden motives that pointed towards another suspect. Each revelation brought you closer, your late-night strategy sessions charged with a mix of frustration and undeniable chemistry.
The day of the verdict arrived, tension palpable in the courtroom. You stood tall, closing arguments a masterclass in legal brilliance. You had laid out the evidence meticulously, casting doubt on the prosecutionâs case.
As the jury filed back in, the room held its breath. The foreman stood, the verdict hanging in the balance.
âNot guilty.â
The words echoed, a collective sigh of relief from your team. Toji turned to you, a mixture of gratitude and something deeper in his eyes. You couldnât show your true feelings, not here, not now. But the promise of something more lingered between the energy in the air.
As the two of you continued to stare, a bright blinding bling brought his attention back to the engagement right adorning your right finger.
A few weeks after the trial, life starts to return to normal. Your fiancĂŠ working hard to make you happy, however your client still plagued your mind.
Your routine became his script. He knew when you left for work, the route you took, where you got your morning coffee. You would catch glimpses of him sometimesâat least you think you doâa flash of his face in a crowd, the shape of his shoulders disappearing around a corner.
One evening, as you leave your office, you feel it againâthat sensation of being watched. You quickened your pace, glancing over your shoulder, but the street is empty. You told yourself itâs just your imagination, but the fear lingers.
Toji followed at a distance, his footsteps silent. He knows how to blend into the shadows, how to remain unseen. Every time you turn around, he steps just out of sight, watching you with a predatory intensity. His mind races with thoughts of you, dark fantasies that he can't shake.
Despite the ever growing suspicion of a potential stalker, you decide to treat yourself to a massage at your favorite spa, hoping to find some peace. The soft music and dim lighting work their magic as you settle onto the table, your mind beginning to unwind. An all too familiar and soft female voice tickles your ear, âHey honey, just give me five and Iâll be back to give you the massage of your life,â
âHurry Tina, my back hurts,â
A few moments pass before the masseur enters. You hear the door close softly and the click of bottles being opened. Hands begin to work on your tense muscles, and you let out a sigh of relief. The touch is skilled, firm yet gentle, but there is something vaguely unfamiliar about it.
A whisper brushes against your ear. âDid you miss me?â
Your eyes snap open in shock. Tojiâs voice is unmistakable. Your heart races as you realize the hands on your body belong to him.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â you hiss, trying to keep your voice steady.
Tojiâs hands continue their work, his touch sending shivers down your spine. âI needed to see you. To feel you.â
âWhat the fuck does that even mean, you bastard? I thought you had a kid to go home to. Instead youâre here feeling me up. Have you no shame?â you whisper, torn between fear and a forbidden thrill.
âI know,â he murmurs, his lips grazing your ear. âBut I canât stay away from you. Youâre in my blood, Y/N.â
âBullshit, you bum,â you spit.
His words are intoxicating, and you find yourself caught in a web of desire and danger. Every stroke of his hands ignites a fire within you, a fire you thought you had extinguished.
You know this is wrong, that you should stop him, but your body betrays you, melting under his touch. The line between right and wrong, sanity and madness, blurs once more.
As Tojiâs hands explore your body, you realize that you are no longer just in the shadow of doubt. You are in the shadow of obsession, and there is no turning back. Your mean words did nothing but further push him to make you his.
âIf you want me to stop, you know the word,â he carefully caresses the skin of your lower back. You weighed out your options. You were going to be married soon, if you were going to live life youâd might as well do it now before it was too late.
You hummed in acknowledgment, before finally agreeing to his lingering touches. It was going to be a one time thing after all. He gently flipped you over so that you were lying on your back. âJust so you know, Toji, this is a one time thing. After all Iâm engaged.â he ignored you as he grabbed your thighs so that they were touching your chest.
He watched as your cunt leaked out before heâd even touch you. His hands werenât even that good. He figured it mustâve been a long while since youâve been dicked down good.
He wasted no time before sucking on your bud, your moans being loudly ripped from your chest. âFuck!â you knew itâd been a while since heâd had some pussy, but damn it couldnât have been that long. He groaned out from your sweet taste. âMy God, I didnât think youâd taste this goodâŚâ he whined out.
He spat on your clit making sure his saliva ran down to your puckered hole, ultimately making a mess out of you. âOh yes!â you moaned out before cupping your mouth. You had momentarily forgotten you were in public, but the shame of being too loud quickly left your soul as Toji continued to suck on your pussy.
His tongue entered your tight hole, expanding the tight rim. âYou ever had your ass ate before?â
âExcuse me?â you sat up utterly shocked.
âNâŚNo? What kind of question is that?â
âHuhâŚNo wonder youâre such a tight assâŚLiterallyâŚâ he scoffed.
He continued his ministrations on your sweet cunt. âIf we had some privacy Iâd eat your ass out so good,â
You couldnât even keep your legs up anymore, your orgasm was coming closer. Toji knew this well and started sucking and pulling on your clit. Your face scrunched up in pure bliss. Bliss you hadnât felt in ages. âMphm! Toji!â
âYeah, thatâs what I like to hear.â he groaned out in the response.
âRight there Toji! Mâ so close!â
A harsh knock interrupted his actions as your abruptly sat up. âY/N? Oh my Goodness? Are you ok?â Tina asked from the other-side of the door. She shook the door handle multiple times before banging on the door again. âDid you lock the door? Open it please!â
âDid you seriously lock the damn door?â you knocked the upside of Tojiâs head.
âI wanted us to have some privacy,â he shrugged indifferently.
You rolled your eyes before groaning, âHello? Who are you talking to because I know itâs not me,â Tina huffed out annoyed.
âNo one, give me a minute Iâm coming.â You ushered Toji out to hide behind the cupboard door. The plan was when Tina wasnât looking, youâd have Toji sneak out then back to the front door. From the minute you met your client you count tell he was a fool. Did you think he was that much of a fool? No. No one couldâve predicted this amount of foolishness. You silently scolded the man as he stood behind the door, waiting for the right moment to sneak out.
One night, after a long bath, you slipped into your favorite silk bathrobe, its softness a comforting embrace. The moonlight filtered through the curtains as you stood by your bedroom window, looking out into the night, wine glass in hand. The city lights twinkled in the distance, but your mind was far away, consumed by thoughts of Toji.
Unbeknownst to you, Toji was there, hidden in the shadows outside your window. His eyes were locked on you, a hunger burning within them. He watched the way the silk clings to your body, every movement a tantalizing tease.
You sighed, running a hand through your damp hair, oblivious to his presence. Tojiâs heart raced as he imagined what it would be like to touch you again, to feel your warmth against him. The memory of your pussy haunts him, a forbidden pleasure that he craves more than anything.
He knew this was wrong, that he should stay away, but the pull is irresistible. You were in his blood, an obsession that consumed him. His eyes traced the curve of your neck, the way your robe parts slightly, revealing a glimpse of the cleavage beneath.
Inside, you closed your eyes, lost in thought. Your fiancĂŠ was a good man, but he didnât ignite the same fire in you that Toji does. You tried to push the thoughts away, but they keep returning, relentless and unforgiving.
Tojiâs breath hitched as you loosened the belt of your robe, letting it fall open slightly. He gripped the windowsill, fighting the urge to break in, to take what he so desperately desires. His mind raced with dark fantasies, each one more intoxicating than the last.
You stepped away from the window, the cool air brushing against your exposed skin. Toji watched every movement, his body tense with longing. He knew he should leave, but he couldnât tear himself away. You were his obsession, a forbidden fruit that he was determined to possess.
As you disappeared from view, Toji lingered a moment longer, the image of you burned into his mind. He will find a way to have you, to make you his. In the shadow of obsession, he waits, his desire growing stronger with each passing night.
Your ever growing need for Tojiâs mysteriousness pulled you further into a dark pit you knew itâll be hard to get out of. And if your fiancĂŠ was to find out, youâd surely be casted away as a harlot. You had to choose between your pussy and your head, and you had to choose wisely. Will you do the right thing and stay true to your fiance, rejecting Tojiâs advances and promises to eat you out so good or will you go behind your husband to beâs back and sleep with the same murderer you helped avoid jail time?
For a minute, one mightâve compared your mental turmoil to that of Hamlets distain and hesitation upon hearing that his father was killed and now he was set to avenge him by killing his uncle but these were two very different situations.
But alas, you believed that you could have many men in your head but as long as you had your true love in your heart then youâre a loyal woman.
Thatâs exactly how you found yourself with your mouth full of his thick and slimy cock whilst smothering his face with your cunt. Sucks and slurps filled the room as the two of you got on with such harshness of enemies. The gargling of his dick filled the room while he moved his head back momentarily to watch as you clenched on his fingers, holes begging to be filled. He smirked as a glimmer of an idea flicked in his eyes, as they peered up to your winking hole.
His tounge slowly lols out before giving the tight hole a small lick. He let out a boisterous laugh as he watched you shudder and mumble to no avail. His deft fingers moved to your clit as he found a rhythm for his tongue to moaned against your puckered hole. You grind your pussy against his face, moans muffled by his thick cock.
Your clit throbbed as his fingers moved faster, never loosing their grip and his tongue keeping its rhythm. You groaned loudly and clearly this time, his dick was now limp and his cum was scattered all over his thighs and your mouth. You squealed out his name and his onslaught on your slick pussy only got more overwhelming for you and you had no where to move.
Your back arched from the overstimulation and your hands clenched at the pleasure he was feeding you. What you had done to deserve such a treat, you had no idea, but you werenât complaining. Tojiâs hands came down on your cheeks, rubbing and massaging the muscle as he did.
Tears welled up in your eyes and your belly tightened and without a word, he knew you were about to cum. He quickly swapped his tongue and hands, sliding a finger into your asshole and placing his lips around your sweet clit. The spiky stubble of his hair added to your stimulation , adding to your pleasure.
There was no holding back with Toji . He was here to show you how to feel good. âMove,â without warning he turned his head to the side, tapping your arse twice. You blinked your confusion away as his hands guided you so that he was looming over you. You couldnât say a single thing before you felt that familiar burning of his girth stretching you out. Drool seeped from your mouth as he reached deeper.
âAh ha ha. Feels good, doesnât it baby?â he boasted.
Nothing but babbles left your mouth as he gently lulled you to silence. With a firm grip on your hand, and his duck fully sheathed into your deep pussy, he began his rough thrust. Fap. Fap. Fap. Fast paced thrusting in and out, knocking the wind from you. He had rendered you completely speechless which was almost impossible given the type of person you were.
âLights are on but no oneâs homeâŚâ he chuckled to himself as he continued to slip in and out.
You whined and squealed as you felt his curved dick rub against your g-spot. It was far too much for you, your cheeks were hot and throbbing, lips bitten and bruised and your throat dry and sore. Tears flew from your eyes and his fast thrusting never faulted but instead intensified as he realised where he was hitting.
âI know you didnât try to fucking run from me,â he comments sternly. For a second you feel yourself go numb. All you needed was a moment to collect yourself. It was far too much is what you tried telling him, begging for a semblance of a break.
âYou ever try that shit on me again, Iâll tie you up,â He flips you over with a firm grip on your hip, pushing your legs up your ears. âToji? Toji!â you whine in estxasy and his dick reachâs deep. âWait! Toji, Please!â
âPlease what, girl?â
You opened your mouth to speak , but before you could, he started moving again, impaling you on the hefty limb. He watched as your expressions contorted from bliss to shock, upon feeling a wet and slimy tongue between your toes. This man was nasty, downright sick, and you loved every second of it.
A fat thumb lingered down to the small bud, before rubbing vigorously, He watched as your moaning became high pitched and your hips bucked. Your stomach sucked itself in as you tried escaping his grasp, squirming in his nearly painful grips. âOh my- Toji, Wait! Iâm going to to-!â
Your loud plea was interrupted by an obscene squelch and a splashing ad a stream of juices left your sore cunt and aimed right for the mans chest. He jeers as he saw your o-face falling inlove even further. It didnât take a while for him to pump you full of his thick hot cum, and it certainly didnât take long for your fiance to get the picture Toji sent of him eating your used up and stuffed cunt out.
It also didnât take long for Toji to send a video of him stuffing you again in full nelson this time, making you hold the phone.
It also didnât take long for Toji to get in trouble again with the law. You too hadnât seen each other since that eventful night and he couldnât help but be grateful, for if you knew just how nasty he was, you wouldâve killed him yourself and he wouldnât blame you.
After the whole debacle was dealt with, he found himself yet again being arrested, and on the other side of the conjugal line was you. Sitting prettily in your work attire, brand new engagement ring sitting on your finger as you discussed his charges. âI miss you Y/Nâ heâd say. âI wonder what youâre up to these days,â heâd enquire, knowing full well, if he was free he wouldnât have to.
And whether Toji turned himself in on purpose after everything heâs done just to see your bright face again, or whether it was a pure coincidence that heâd just so happened to be arrested for something he had gotten away with for so long, you had no idea.
All you knew is that you regretted that night.
Well, not entirely.
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champions love - six
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y/n.jpg nice to be back home for the weekend
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logansargeant happy fourth y/n đđ¤Ł
⤡y/n.jpg Logan! Pull up man
⤡logansargeant am I being invited to the cookout?
⤡y/n.jpg I- đđ¤Łsure Logan, just text meÂ
bsf1 we look so hot omg đđĽľ
⤡y/n.jpg we do đ¤
⤡bsf2 was that even a question? đ¤đ¤
lilymhe đi miss you wifey Â
⤡y/n.jpg i miss you too! Donât worry Iâll be back next week đŤśđž
⤡alexalbon um? Wifey? đ
⤡y/n.jpg call me Mr. Steal your bitch đ
maxverstappen1 will you bring me back some food?Â
⤡y/n.jpg so needy đđ yeah Iâll bring you a plate but you do know you could just come?Â
⤡maxverstappen1 oh- you so rightÂ
username5 happy Fourth of July Y/n!Â
username9 omg will we potentially get pictures of Logan finally being around people who care about him?Â
⤡username12 đmoot what you being messy for?Â
username7 stop this friend group is so hot and for what?Â
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y/n.jpg no one told me I would be dealing with two unhinged blondes đđfree meÂ
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bsf2 we are not unhingedÂ
⤡logansargeant agreed đ
⤡bsf1 yes you two areÂ
⤡y/n.jpg you both decided it would be a good idea to climb into a baby swing and got stuck đđ
⤡logansargeant that did not happen??Â
⤡y/n.jpg tell that to the fire station that cut you out đ
username4 omg đ¤Łhe actually pulled upÂ
maxverstappen1 help is on the way dear!!Â
⤡y/n.jpg did you just đquote a meme to me đ¤
⤡logansargeant oh good god đplz keep this pg 13 thereâs kids on hereÂ
⤡y/n.jpg girlâŚfuck them kids đ¤and fuck you too đđž
username7 and whereâs max? Like how is some guy who can't even drive around my girl alone?
⤡username88 ooo yeah it's giving insecure, good luck to any person you date
username76 are we just going to ignore that Logan and Ashley got stuck in a baby swing đ
⤡username103 and the fire department had to cut them out đ
⤡logansargeant yes
⤡bsf2 yes we are
username9 see if I was max i wouldnât let some guy be all cozy with my girl like thatÂ
⤡username5 friend what are you talking about? What cozying you see bc i see logan getting cozy with Ashley if thatâs what you meanÂ
username2 so um, anyone else getting chemistry from Logan and her best friend??
⤡username10 oh my god yes, thank you, I thought I was the only one đ
⤡username23 stop đľi hope not, they lowkey look like siblingsÂ
⤡username55 STOP WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT LMAO??
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y/n.jpg Proud to have introduced the boys to the y/n version of 7/4 đŤĄhappy 7/4 to america đ
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username7 NOT AMERICAN BUT HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!Â
username9 not the max picture cuz ppl was talking shit on the last photo đ
⤡username2 logan looks like heâs either third wheeling or being babysat đđ
username10 HAPPY 7/4
username4 HAPPY 7/4
username33 HAPPY 7/4
username69 HAPPY 7/4
username74 HAPPY 7/4
username99 RAWWWW đŚ
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE TO THE BEST COUNTRYÂ
⤡username98 they gon get you girl but realđ
bsf1 AHHH WE LOOK SO GOOD IN THE LAST PHOTO, W AURAAAAAA
bsf2 WHERE ARE YOU?? WEâRE TRYING TO TAKE A TRIO PIC WITH THE FIREWORKS??Â
⤡bsf1 OH MY GOD TURN AROUND!!!Â
⤡username77 WHATâS GOING ON?? WHAT ARE WE MISSING??Â
⤡username61 SHOW IT TO US PLEASE!! SHOW IT TO US RACHEL!Â
caption: look at these lovebirds over here đ
⤡bsf1 sheâs gonna kill you once she sees thisÂ
⤡bsf2 she was the one who kissed him đand she canât even lie and say she was possibly drunk this timeÂ
⤡bsf2 miss âI donât date driversâÂ
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F1lover stop â maybe sheâs just busy and will fly in the day of the race
loveuy/n she looks good tho đwhat was she even doing??
lo3vmax maybe she has practice?Â
⤡mrssainz yeah but max hasnât said anything about her not coming yetÂ
y/nhater I donât know maybe she finally realized their little pr relationship isnât working anymoreÂ
winter<3 she looks really hungover, maybe she was waiting before flying so she wouldnât have to deal with that
â DUH DUH DUH!!! We have names for our best friends now! đ(I did not mean for that to happen lol)Â
â If you want, we can vote on the other best friendâs name! Send in a request for names and we can poll!!Â
Anyways back to normal programingÂ
â Yes the cookout is a reference to a black cookout but you can take that as a normal bbqÂ
â Logan x Ashley? đweâll seeÂ
â Logan is officially a part of the gang yay!! Â
â Yes, Y/N did in fact block Max after the kiss (she left immediately and screamed in her pillow for at least 30 minutes)Â
â Is Y/n going to Silverstone?? I guess weâll never knowâŚ..jk youâll know in the next chapter mwah đ
Authorâs note!Â
I finished this up faster than I thought I would đI originally planned to wait till July 4th to actually post this but then I was likeâŚnahhhh next chapter will have the race, max and y/n talking (more denial yay! đ) I now get why writers love the good old miscommunication, itâs so much fun to write đÂ
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ŕźâ§âË Â CHAMPIONS LOVE ŕźâ§âË
⤡ Following the messy breakup between Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet, Maxâs manager comes up with a solution to divert the attention â a fake relationship. His new girlfriend? Two time olympic gold medalist figure skater, y/n for the USA team. Easy? WellâŚ
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playing with genshin menâs hair
summary: lol setting their silky locks on fire
⤡ feat: diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, xiao, kazuha kaedehara, bbg scaramouche, shikanoin heizou, tighnari, kaveh
a/n: ik i said angst⌠but i js couldnât resist đ it will be coming soon tho
warnings: fluff, a bit of swearing, maybe some sussies tbh i donât remember
â â° DILUC might be reluctant to let you take care of his hair at first, but once he experiences it, heâs addicted. he absolutely loves the feeling of you gently tugging the tie that holds his hair after a long day. it feels as though the burdens that once weighed him down are being set free by you, releasing him from his darkness. the soft smile you give him as you inquire about his day makes the weight of his everyday tasks it all worth it. your fingers work precisely, making sure to never rip out a hair or damage it in any way. he feels like heâs almost in heaven when you massage his scalp and detangle it with the utmost care. he hasnât experienced such gentleness and care in such a long time, for even a mansion gets lonely without someone to come back to. even though you know he could just ask one of his maids for a professional head massage, it makes your heart melt every time he shyly asks if it would trouble you too much for you to do it.
â â° KAEYA thinks youâre so adorable like this. comfortably seated on his lap, legs loosely straddling him, he thinks heâs in heaven. your eyes crinkle in concentration, lips pursing together as you try your best to make kaeyaâs hair look as good as possible. originally, he asked if you could help him to tie his hair in his signature ponytail, but it seems you have veered off course from your original mission. you stick your tongue out and squint as you try and tie kaeyaâs pigtails evenly, slightly irritated that a strand was poking out and wasnât fitting. heâs trying not to laugh at the funny faces you pull, only because youâd pout and sulk in a corner if he mentioned it. kaeya finds it so endearing that youâre trying the best you can to be so gentle, as if you apply too much pressure heâll break and shatter into a million pieces. heâs studying every small change in your expression, entertaining himself in the midst of your little hairstyling session. when you pull back, much to your delight, kaeyaâs even cuter in pigtails then you ever imagined. paired with your pink bows, itâs hard not to squeal over how soft he looks.
â â° XIAO gives you the side eye the second you pull out the bright pink hello kitty hair clips from your bag, instantly dreading his decision to answer your call. not really heâd ditch teatime gossip with babagrill zhongli for u <3 âyou want me to do what?â as if the answer wasnât already obvious đ his cheeks turn just as pink as the hair clips, then he vanishes with a poof, gone as fast as he came. heâs just flustered, donât worry, heâll be back any minute! as you silently wait for his return, you secretly spell y/nâs on the back of the clip :) when he gets back, heâs hit with your barrage of attacks, (puppy dog eyes n pouts) and he ends up caving. while youâre clipping the hair out of his face, he refuses to make eye contact with you, eyes burning the floor in embarrassment. youâre really going to be the death of him though, when you start to coo at him. âawww, my cutie patootie pretty baby boy is so gorgeous!â he canât take it and teleports again but bumps into ganyu and ventitty đ embarrassed, he teleports back to you n he refuses to tell you what happened đ you try and concentrate on xiao, but you just can when he looks so adorable itâs not your fault :((( the pink kitty clips accentuate his hair n when he pouts itâs just âšď¸ what have u created
â â° KAZUHA would never want to inconvenience you in any sort of way, but when you beg him so nicely, it would be meaner of him not to accept⌠right?? he absolutely relinquishes by the way your face lights up instantly at his yes, a giddy smile you canât contain spreading across your face. pulling you toward him, he kneels on the ground so you can sit comfortably while doing his hair 𼚠adjusts his head too so you wonât have to strain your arms. (boyfriend materialâ˘) he hums the tune of your favourite songs to fill up the peaceful silence that surrounds your room. once youâre done tying his hair, youâre a little bit anxious for his reaction. heâd never judge you, no, but⌠his ponytail is breaking free in some parts, the hairtie is tangled in his hair, itâs tied too tight at the base, and youâre sure by the time the day ends, his head will be sore. overall, itâs not your best work, and you feel youâve caused more trouble than help. âyâknow kazu⌠maybe you should just do it yourself!â you reach to untie the scrunchie, but he gently grabs your wrist and assures you that itâs fine, heâll love it either way. standing up, he smothers your face in kisses, making sure to express his appreciation. âthank you dove, itâs lovely. now let me repay the favour.â
â â° SCARAMOUCHE âwhat is the point of this? it seems useless.â sprawled lazily across the couch with his head on your lap, oversized hat long forgotten as he stares up into your eyes. he expects to find your true motive, the thought of you betraying him screams inside of his head. but he finds nothing but love and reassurance, no anger or resentment in the window to your soul. in that moment, all his doubts disintegrate as he ever so slightly nuzzles his head further into your legs. nails dragging on his scalp, you gently scratch his head as you read the latest novel youâve received from a friend. the feeling is warm, intimate, mundane. itâs new, but not rejected, and he finds himself enjoying it more than heâd admit. you appreciate the peaceful moment, but whatâs a relationship without a little bit of teasing? âhmm? oh, you donât like it? iâll just stop then.â you raise your hand to move it off, but scaramoucheâs reflexes are faster. he pushes your hand back onto his head, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. âidiot. i never said to stop.â
â â° HEIZOU loves the attention he gets when you style his hair. both from you, and other people. whatâs not to love about it? sure, he sacrifices some of his dignity walking around with elastic bands bunched up in the most randomness places, but can that really be measured to your happiness? the silent giggles and playful smiles you give him while sits patiently for you is absolutely everything. he basks in the fact that while youâre styling him, heâs all youâre focusing on, loving the care you provide for him. he especially loves it when you put headbands on him, the ones with cute designs :((( or when you use a claw clip to really show off that heâs taken, this little bitch gets so smug at the fact that youâre protective of him. even if all the other detectives tell him he looks goofy in it, or the citizens inazuma canât peel their eyes off of him, he still keeps his head high and carefree personality intact. instead, he just laughs it all off, and takes it as jealousy. he thinks that they wish they had a gorgeous significant other who puts this much effort into him. after all, who cares about other peopleâs opinions when yours is the one that only really matters?
â â° TIGHNARI is practically obsessed with the feeling of your hands carding through his hair, massaging his sensitive ears after a long day of patrolling. sometimes he gets overstimulated by all the noise, so itâs nice feeling your gentle fingers take away that pain. he talks to you about his latest discoveries and how heâs so close to unlocking the full potential of a certain plant. if youâre not paying close enough attention, youâll miss the breathy sighs and contented mumbles heâll make. unlike another fluffy eared boy, he wonât try and resist you if you touch his ears. he wonât explicitly tell you he likes it, but itâs quite obvious given the lack of protests he gives when you ask. you feign ignorance for his sake, just happy that you get to touch possibly the softest ears in all of sumeru :(( if you ask the any of the other rangers, tighnari wouldnât ever let anyone touch his ears or tail, sassing them if they even tried to ask. but when you do it, youâre welcomed with open arms and endless cuddles. youâre just special đŤ collei is super jealous
â â° KAVEH certainly is something else. for the entire day, heâs followed you around the akademiya, accompanying you as you make your rounds. as much as you love seeing his pretty face, youâre certain that his motives arenât that innocent as helping you out. choosing to keep quiet, you just continue on instead of making a big deal out of it. at the end of the day, you thank him for his help as his chest puffs up with pride. however, when you turn around to leave, his jaw drops. seriously? not even a thank you kiss or hug? not even the thing he wanted the most out of all? as you collect all of your things to leave, he starts to panic. âb-but y/n, arenât you forgetting something?â he stutters. âoh, youâre right! thank you for reminding me!â you exclaim as he sighs in relief. he closes his eyes for a glorious head pat, but is instead disturbed of his bliss from the sound of your keys jingling. he visibly deflates, giving up on trying to receive your affection. âiâll be off now. thank you kaveh!â patting his head and giving a peck to his cheek, you run off so youâll get home before it turns dark. doing so, you miss seeing his previous downcast expression morphs into a lovesick everlasting smile.
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LOOK LIKE WE IN LOVE
in which y/n drags miles to a photo booth!
fem!reader x e-42! miles morales
fluff ( i hope )
warnings!: suggestive jokes? i depict miles kinda nonchalant, yikes.
based off this ask
a/n: okie soooo i tried my best to fulfill the request. i hope this is up to expectations. this one was so cute to write. also, i watched so many photo booth couple videos on tt and it was lowks depressing đ but i had so much fun writing this! as always, spanish speaking reader in mind! i provide translations for this one cuz searching up the translation is VERY inaccurate.Â
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summer break had finally started and what better way to spend it than going to the mall with your boyfriend? you walked around intently, hand intertwined with milesâ. his serious demeanor deeply contrasted the big smile on your face. you had begged him to accompany you to this very specific mall.
âbaby, where are you taking me?â he murmured as you dragged him to god knows where.Â
âjust waittt. ya mero llegamos.â you exclaimed. miles simply sighed and went along with your antics. you walked a little more until you finally stopped in front of a box? with a curtain?
âta daaaa!â you announced, letting go of milesâ hand. miles only looked at the box and back at you, with a clearly very confused look on his face. you groaned, âthe photobooth like the ones from the tik toks iâve sent you!â
âohh. pues, you coulda just said that.â he chuckled, as he opened the curtain and motioned for you to get inside the booth. you rolled your eyes, âÂĄvĂĄmonos vĂĄmonos! taking your sweet ass time.â miles joked as you got in, yelping in surprise as he slapped your ass.Â
âmiles!â
âchill!â he laughed.
âthat shit hurt!â you glared at miles with a pout on your face.Â
he only smirked, âpues, te lo puedo sobar.âÂ
( well, i could massage it for you )
âÂĄcohcino!â you slapped your boyfriends shoulder as he got inside the booth.Â
( nasty! )
âim just playing, mami. okay come on letâs get this over with.â he closed the curtain as you read the instructions.Â
âwanna pay for this and iâll pay for lunch?â you offer knowing damn well heâd pay for both regardless.
âmhm.â miles took out 4 dollars from his wallet and inserted the bills in to the machine. the machine started rambling on about instructions and miles looked at you. âcanât believe you got me doing this shit.â your boyfriend laughed in disbelief.Â
miles wrapped a hand around your waist and scooted you closer to him. you giggled, it truly was amusing on how you got this stoic of a man to be doing the most lovey-dovey shit just so he could see a smile on your face.Â
ânow for the fun part! you have 3 chances to pose, so have fun, make sure you look at the cameraâ the automated voice instructed.
âput your finger as a heart!âÂ
âseriously?â miles argued.
âget ready! 3-â
âyes! hurry!â you insisted.
miles smiles and did as you asked.
â2, 1â shutter.
there was a pause before the countdown started again. you held milesâ jaw and pressed your lips against his cheek. and miles smiled contently.Â
shutter.Â
âthat oneâs gonna come out so cute i just know it!â you looked at miles excitedly. on his cheek your lipgloss left a stain with the perfect imprint of your lips. miles turned to you as the countdown once again started. he placed his hands on both sides of your face, and kissed you right as the camera went off. when he finally pulled away, he simply smiled before opening the curtain to get out of the booth. you followed him out and stood silently holding his hand as you waited for the pictures to print.Â
once the copies came out, you quickly snatched them. âah!!! they look so cute! thank you baby.â you engulfed him in a tight hug to which he reciprocated.Â
miles took one of the copies and focused only on you in the photos.Â
âyou look gorgeous, ma.â he looked down at you and gave you that lovely smile of his. you blushed, looking down avoiding his gaze because of how nervous and giggly it made you.
bonus !
aaron sat down in front of miles who was on his phone doing god knows what.Â
âthey messed up the order so weâre gonna have to wait a bit more.â aaron sighed.Â
âhm ok.â miles responded dryly.Â
aaron was about to make a comment about his nephews disinterest when he noticed miles had decorated his once empy clear phone case. it was pictures of miles clearly infatuated with his lover.
âyour girl made you do that?â miles looked up from his phone in confusion.
âwhat?â uncle aaron nodded towards the phone in milesâ hands, âoh. yeah sheâs been wanting do that for a while.â
aaron laughed, âshe got you real wrapped around her finger huh?âÂ
miles turned the back of his phone towards him, âyeah guess so.â he laughed along with his uncle. he admired the photos, thumb running over his phone case. his heart swelled at how beautiful you looked and how lucky he was to have you in his life.Â
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genre: fluff (angst if you really squint) | warnings: spanish request: âa miles morales x reader, with the reader spoiling miles because a bunch of fanfics have him spoiling us, like reader has a job, and when she gets her paycheck; she decides to spend it on her man, because heâs always spending whatever he can on her; so to make up for it she brings him to one of his favorite stores and is like âget what you wantâ.â requester tag: @gw3ndyswonderland a/n: I POSTED THE DRAFT ON ACCIDENT AND LOST THE REQUEST IM SO SORRY but here you go hope i did it justice đ
summary: milesâ girlfriend spoils her man after her shift translations: mi corazĂłn / my heart . no te preocupes / donât worry . amor / love . dĂŠjalo, por favor / drop it, please . no tenĂas que / you didnât have to . gracias / thank you . mi teroso / my treasure
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e42 miles and you were laying on his bed, you watching tv while he was scrolling through his phone laying on your lap. you would peek at it from the corner of your eye once in a while to see what he was looking at but it didnât peak your interest that much. that is, until he came across an ad on his homepage.
âmi corazĂłn, you like those?â
miles turned his head to you and flipped his phone upside down on your lap, âyeah, but i can buy them myself. no te preocupes.â
you felt a little guilty with the same answer you would get every time. yoou offered to buy something for him. after overhearing a conversation about his mom struggling, you wanted to start making it up to himâbuying him the things he would buy you.
âthatâs not what i asked.â âcâmon amor, i canât have you spending money on me.â ânuh uh. do you want the shoes or no?â â⌠no.â
and that happened every time too. he would switch his answer last minute. but you could tell he didnât mean it and he did want those shoes. but also knowing him, he wouldnât let you buy them for him.
thats when you had the idea. âwait, sit up for a second.â you grabbed two jackets of hisâone for you and one for him. he was skeptical until he heard your keys jingling and some rustling.
âare you leavinâ, ma?â âno, but we are.â
â you took him to an outlet down a couple of exits, encouraging him to pick whatever he wanted and you would pay for. you didnât want anything, and you didnât want your paycheck to just be lying around or else you might get the temptation to buy something you donât need.
â after some back and forth, he loosened up and confied to your offer. he didnât want to be too greedy with his choices , so he intentionally stayed where the cheaper shoes were (even if they were ugly as fuck) until you caught on and had to push him further out of his comort zone when shopping with his lady.
âmami, i mean-â âyou donât want sketchers, miles. they arenât even in your size. dĂŠjalo, por favor.â
â he left with two pairs of new jordans that night, and in return he gave you a bunch of kisses all round your face.
âgracias, mami. no tenĂas que.â âitâs no big deal, only the best for mi teroso.â
after he kissed you delicately on the lips, you saw a crocs store only a few stores down and your face lit up. he smiled when he saw it. âyou want matchinâ crocs?â
âdo i??â âhaha, only on one conditionâi pay for âem.â
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no but seriously, your writing has me kicking my feet when Iâm supposed to be typing an essay đâźď¸ I was wondering if you could do some headcanons for the companions x monk! Tav who, when being confessed to, Tav responds with âitâll passâ?
basically fleabag inspired đâźď¸ please and thank you! stay safe n warm đŤ
OH GOD HEARTBREAKING i tried to make it have a happy ending tho!!! enjoy! and I'm so glad that you enjoy my writing! (mild nsfw mentions)
writing as if you're saying this because you think you wouldn't be the best option for their future, one way or another, and want to try and soften the blow for them by replying like this. you only want them to be happy and you're scared it can't be with you.
Astarion
you cup his face, and the look in your eyes is so, so sad.
you think perhaps your simple nomadic lifestyle will not be enough for him. you love him, you do, but he needs someone more modern. more cosmopolitan.
when you tell him it will pass you see a myriad of expressions cross his face: sadness, confusion, anger... but finally, resolve.
he takes your hand in his, firmly.
"my heart. I know when things will pass, and when they won't. my love for you is not some trifle, a fashion to be abandoned like it would go out of style. I mean it. I can make my own decisions, and I have decided where I want to be. It's with you."
he reaches out to embrace you. you're surprised, but let him do it anyway, and you bury your face into his neck to hide your emotions.
maybe, just maybe, you were wrong.
you hold him tighter than ever that night.
Gale
you're worried he is too smart for you. that he will get bored of you, and the idea breaks your heart.
you tell him "it'll pass" when he confesses because you're scared.
seems actually offended that you'd tell him his love for you might be fleeting.
"there are things which will span the ages. stories, gods, heroes. my love for you is one of them. I do not confess that lightly. you are a beacon of hope in my life, love... and that will never fade."
goes on for some time afterwards about how committed he is and how much he loves you, until eventually you accept that he's not going anywhere.
bloody wizards, so good with their words...
fall asleep that night after having the most intimate lovemaking session, all about feeling each other's breath and heartbeats.
he is here to stay, forever.
Wyll
wyll deserves someone amazing. someone who could handle his life if he became duke, and you're scared you'll let him down.
when you tell him 'it'll pass' he is hurt, and leaves the conversation for a moment. you think perhaps it is for the best. you don't need this to cause any more pain.
but later he comes to find you and asks if he can have a private moment. you find out he wasn't hiding from you but preparing: he has a little intimate picnic set up where you can sit and be alone.
when you're comfortable he tells you about how deep his love is, how fate has thrown you together.
"there is nothing about how i feel about you that could pass. nothing."
to prove his point, he slips to his knee, and that is when he proposes.
you're overcome with emotion. you have to accept how committed to you he is, and work out if you deserve something as fierce as his love.
there are tears in your eyes when you accept. you never think his love will pass again.
Karlach
probably the hardest one to say this too. together, your future is so uncertain. it will be easier to break it off here rather than maim both of you.
gets angry. in fact, goes into a rage. tears up the surroundings, and for a moment you're taken aback--
but then she turns and she's sobbing, stuck at the midpoint between being apoplectic and brokenhearted.
"you don't get to decide that for me! you don't! you're the first person i've loved... I've touched... I've felt anything for, for a fucking decade! when i feel this, it doesn't fade! how dare you think about yourself like that? as if you're some sort of phase?"
eventually she calms down enough but bursts into tears instead. you go to hold her and she embraces you so tightly that the wind is knocked from your body.
"i love you. i won't leave you. don't leave me." her voice is tiny.
how could you ever say no? how could you ever doubt her?
when the two of you are in Avernus, you're reminded of this moment, and so glad she fought against it. you'd trade this away for nothing.
Lae'zel
would she want someone like you? long term? she's so brave, so fierce. what if you're not good enough? what if your relationship develops only for you to let her down?
she gets angry too, but quieter.
is furious that you would question her affection.
"githyanki do not give their devotion lightly. the fact that you think my love for you could pass makes me wonder how well you know me."
it turns into an argument where you try and explain your side, and she's angry at you for thinking this way.
eventually it descends into angrily making out. some fierce lovemaking. her saying how much she loves you, possesses you, between every bite and kiss.
you lie in the afterglow. she says she will not leave, and pretty much tells you that you won't either. you agree, and tangle your hand with hers.
Shadowheart
tries to hide how hurt she is.
yes, Shar is the lady of loss, but the idea of losing you... of not having you in her life? unthinkable.
you only tried to tell her it will pass so that, if she wishes to become a dark justiciar, she will have no lingering attachment to you after.
and yet...
it is blasphemy for her, but she refuses to let you go.
"no. i won't allow it. i can't believe this will fade between us. you are the most precious thing to me. stay."
you're weak for her, end up tumbling into bed, reconfirming your love for each other.
you never quite believe that this is forever until she changes her hair, embraces selune. then your heart is full of joy. and it is full of Shadowheart.
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hello darlingđ¤i live here now, hope you donât mindđ¤đ
I was wondering if you would mind writing smth with the batfamily having a danish sibling, or maybe jason or dick having a gf who knits/crochets a lot, and then the gf shows up with personalised gifts for everyone?
this is oddly specific and you donât have to do either but iâm addicted to your writingđđ
love, ur robin <3 !!!
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âMove out of the way!â Dick barged past his brother who was clearing up the room much too slowly for his liking. He took the pile of books out of Damianâs hands and began placing them back on the shelf, making sure that each of the spines lined up perfectly.
âTt.â Damian rolled his eyes. âI really donât think she's going to notice if the spines arenât matched up, Grayson.â
âYou donât know that.â Dick practically snapped as he darted across the room to adjust the curtains for the fiftieth time that day.Â
You were coming over for dinner, and Dick felt the need to make sure that everything was perfect. It's not like you hadnât met his family before. In fact, you often asked after his brothers and had spent countless hours chatting away to them over a good book or a movie. However this was the first time you had been around: you had caught a rather nasty cold and so had decided to stay home. But, being the perfectionist he is, Dick felt the need to make everything perfect for you. It was overkill in Damianâs opinion, but he just shrugged and let him get on with it.Â
The doorbell rang and was shortly followed by the sound of Dickâs shoes against the wooden floorboards as he raced to beat Alfred to open it. When he did open it he was greeted by the sight of you smiling. You were bundled up in a coat and a scarf that covered the lower half of your face as you sheltered from the biting cold, but as you gazed up at him, he could see the corners of your lips turned up in one of your smiles that he loved dearly.Â
"Min elskede.â You greeted him as he removed and hung up your coat as you unwound your scarf to hand beside it.Â
âHi my lovely.â He placed a kiss on your forehead softly. âWhatâs all that?â He asked, gesturing to the neatly wrapped gift parcels that were poking out of your bag.
âGifts.âÂ
Dick turned it head. âYou didnât have to do that.â
You shrugged, picking up the bag with one hand and lacing the fingers on your other with Dicks. âI know, but I wanted to. Besides, I had plenty of time to do it.â
He kissed you again as he led you into the living room. âYouâre too good for me.â
âY/N!â Tim called out from across the room, standing up to hug you. He had grown rather fond of you. âHow have you been? Itâs so nice to see you again. I was beginning to think that Dick was going to go mad if he had to go another day without constantly seeing your face.â
âHej, Tim. Itâs good to see you too.â You chuckled.
Deciding to take a seat next to Dick after he informed you that dinner would be a little wait, you settled the bag between your legs, propping it up with your feet so that it didnât fall over. At your arrival, the rest of the Wayneâs slowly made their way to the living room to catch up.
You pulled out the first gift from the pile. It was oddly shaped, wrapped in brown paper and adorned with a silk ribbon tied into a large bow. The gifts caught the boyâs eyes and they leaned closer as you handed them out: First to Damian, then Jason, Dick and Tim. You even had one for Bruce and Alfred, who were both out of the room for the moment, so you made a mental note to make sure you gave them theirs later.Â
Damian tore into his first, peeling away the paper to reveal a black scarf, neatly stitched together with rows of red and green in interlocking loops. He unravelled it to reveal its full length and grinned at the delicate handiwork.Â
âYou made this?!â Damian exclaimed, turning it over in his hands.Â
âYep.â You hummed âI hope you like it.â
âI love it!â He ran over to embrace you in a hug.
Then came Jason who pulled out a red beanie you had crocheted, and Tim who you had crocheted a pair of fingerless gloves and a sleeve for his coffee cup to keep it warm. They were also both very appreciative and their smiles warmed your heart.Â
Finally, Dick took time and care to untie the ribbon and peel open the wrapping paper. Inside was a black jumper that you had crocheted for him, on the top was his nightwing logo which you had surface crochet on the top of it. Along the sleeves, you had also added a strip of blue to add a pop of colour. You had been working on it for a little while now and had had a hard job trying to hide it from him whenever he came over.Â
âYou made this for me?â He asked.
âOf course.â You nodded. âI hope it fits-â
âItâs perfect.â he told you, slipping it on. It fit like a glove. âYou didnât need to do this, Y/n/n⌠youâve outdone yourself.â he tugged you to his side tightly.Â
âIâm so glad you like them.â
âWe love anything you make. Theyâre amazing.â
âTak.â You smiled, settling into his side, savouring the feeling of the soft wool against your cheek. He held you close, not quite believing how he had come so lucky to have a girlfriend quite like you.
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