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Idk if you're taking requests but I would give it a short and it would mean so much if you actually wrote smthg bout it.
An angsty fic/drabble where woozi and reader are in a long term established relationship and the reader gets their absolute dream job opportunity but it's far from Korea and she tells it to woozi but they get conflicted since woozi cannot transfer between his work and seventeen and reader does not want to give up this once in a life time opportunity. At the same time they are sceptical about a long distance relationship since reader had already been fed up of how less they get to see and stay with woozi with him travelling and working constantly.
You don't have to write it if it's too complex but I'd love to see cuz I really like the way you write!
content: idol!woozi x nonidol!reader, established relationship, light angst, fluff, long distance relationship, etc.
wc: 716
a/n: thank u so much!! im so sorry for how long i took to get this out!!
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it'd been a week since you told jihoon about your new work opportunity. a week since the air in your apartment became just a little bit colder and the future slightly more grim.
jihoon had been supportive immediately, congratulating you and insisting on you accepting the position. he'd been as supportive a boyfriend as he'd been in the past two years of your relationship. it filled you with warmth and hope for the future of your relationship.
it wasn't until you'd let him know of the location of said job that things became more sad than hopeful.
although he still maintained his supportiveness, there was now a clear air of worry in his voice any time it'd get brought up.
you'd tried to ignore it, pushing it aside until you found the courage in you to actually accept the position. it was your dream job. a once in a lifetime opportunity. except it was an entire country away from the love of your life. and you only had three more days to accept the offer letter they'd sent to you.
the thought of doing long distance would have been fine had you been anyone else. but you barely got to see your boyfriend as it was. living with him was really the only way for you to spend time together. his busy idol schedule had him going all over the world, and when he was at home he was usually ever at the company or in your shared apartment.
if you left, you'd give up on ever getting to see him.
"babe."
the voice took you away from your train of thought. the same train of thought distracting you for the past week.
you looked away from the tv that had been playing in front of you. you hadn't even been watching it, but the background noise helped.
jihoon was at the entrance of the living room, two mugs in hand as he walked over to you and took his usual seat, silently handing you your mug with a tight smile.
not even a single sip from your drink was taken before the subject filled the room once more.
"you need to take this job."
"jihoon ..."
"no, listen," he turned his body to face you, "you and i, we're a forever thing, okay? i don't care if we have to be away for a while. i'm already living my dream, it's unfair that you don't get to do the same," he argued with conviction in his eyes.
"but, jihoon ... it won't be like when you're touring. we'll never be in the same country at the same time, i-"
his hands went to take your mug, placing it on the coffee table before taking your hands into his own.
"i don't care!", his voice raised without meaning to, "so we'll have a year or two in which we can't be as close as we've always been, so what? it won't matter in the grand scheme of things. we'll be together for forty- no fifty years. a few years of uncertainty won't matter a few years from now. babe, please."
his voice pleaded at you.
he was afraid you'd end it all instead of at least trying.
what made it worse that he refused to consider a possibility in which you didn't go and follow your dream. it was a done deal to him. he loved you that much.
that was all you needed to make a decision.
"i'll take the job," you said decisively.
jihoon released a sigh of relief right away, hand squeezing your own in encouragement.
"i-i'll rent a place big enough for the two of us over there. i'll ask for a week off every six months. i'll have it written into my contract so i can go visit you. and- and we'll keep this place here for any time you have time off. we'll call every night, no matter what. even if it's just for two minutes, we'll- we'll make it work."
all you could do was smile at him.
how could you ever worry about change when he was willing to work so hard to move along with it all?
you kissed him then, shutting him up with no words.
and he understood, kissing you back with just as much unspoken love.
#seventeen x reader#seventeen fanfic#svt fanfic#svt x reader#seventeen imagine#seventeen oneshot#svt angst#svt fluff#seventeen angst#seventeen fluff#jihoon scenarios#jihoon x reader#jihoon imagines#jihoon fanfic#jihoon fluff#woozi fanfic#woozi scenarios#woozi angst#woozi imagines#woozi x reader
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(˶ᔠᔠá”˶) TODAYâS CONTENTS : 16+ / cursing / reader is suspicious!.. / a little bit of angst(?) / fem!reader / reader is scared of bugs / reader is described shorter than satoru / satoruâs kindaaa a bitch / let me know if i missed any warnings <3 â
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ËËË wc : 3.7k (how did we go from 2.5k to..)
âtokyo jujutsu high..â you lean back against your seat in the train as an overwhelming feeling takes over you. this is going to be your new life â as a jujutsu sorcerer. this is what you signed up for, so no take backsies, right? even so, you canât shake off the lingering feeling within you that tells you today is going to be much more than just a.. âlong dayâ
âExcuse me, can you stop your mumbling?â your head snapped towards the sound, a look of embarrassment washing over you, realizing youâve been talking to yourself like an idiot.
âoh, my apologies.â you force a smile at the old man who had been clearly trying to sleep, silently cursing yourself for choosing the worst possible seat â it doesnât look like there are any decent ones, now that you look around.
âwhew, everyone on this train looks real sketchy..â and youâre back to mumbling to yourself. i canât even get my head straight right now.. the overburning feelings of excitement and stress cling to your heart. this is a big day for you, isnât it?
you were told you were the replacement for some.. âcrazy guyâ who slaughtered an entire village and left the jujutsu society. you wonder how his teammates feel about that â are they mad about what he did? sad that he left? or worse, scared of him even? no â maybe all at once. âsounds like a bunch of bullshit though..â you sub-consciously mutter. i mean, who is crazy enough to kill the people they swore to protect?
you canât help but stare out of the window, a state of frenzy taking over you. determination flows through your body, youâre ready for this, these are just the few small steps you need to aâ
âattention passengers,â a voice echoes through the train âweâve arrived at tokyo â may all passengers please depart carefully, i repeat, weâve arrived at-â
a frustrated groan leaves your lips, maybe you did want the train ride to last just a little longer. the boost of confidence you had early had quickly seemed to dissipate into thin air. come on, youâve got this..
despite the hesitating thoughts, you donât waste another second without arising from your seat, nearly stumbling onto your belongings. a sheepish apology quickly slips out of your mouth in a desperate attempt to not make any further noise while leaving your seat, lurking behind the stretching line of people exiting the train.
the almost never-ending line slowly becomes smaller and smaller until youâve finally reached the train gate. as soon as you walk out and enter the train station, youâre greeted with the beautiful scenery of tokyo. itâs your first time experiencing the grace of such a serene place in real time â itâs almost distracting, really, the sound of birds chirping by and people bustling everywhere â hold on, something smells a little..
âhey, iâm here.â a hand waves over your face, causing you to flip around quickly and youâre greeted by the sight of a girl with short brown hair and a cigarette sitting in between her lips â so thatâs where the smell is coming from. âoh.â you eye her uniform, easily recognising the jujutsu tech uniform that bared similarities to yours.
âwow, youâre pretty.â you attempt to ignore the smoke hitting your face by throwing in a compliment, miserably failing as you slip out a couple of coughsâ ahem. . you clear your throat.
the girl notices your discomfort quickly. âsorry.â she removes the cigarette from her mouth, letting the tip burn and the end falling to the ground.
âno, no, its fine.â you shake your hands, sighing in relief when you finally taste some fresh air. âso, youâre shoko right?â a curious gaze displays your features.
âmhm, i am shoko.â she confirms your statement. âMr. Yaga sent me to escort you, he rambled quite a bit about you.â shoko briefly glances your way as you subtly nod at her words, gesturing you to follow her. you wonder what Mr. Yaga could have possibly said about you â hopefully good things.
âso youâre replacing suguru, huh?â she says it almost as a fact and not a question. honestly, she is also a little unsure about the replacement like satoruâ maybe not as worried as him, but she still expresses a sense of uneasiness â she is suguruâs friend too after all. . or was.
you havenât even noticed that sheâs talking to you, her words entering into one ear and out of the other. youâre inattentively staring straight ahead, mind too occupied with thoughts to notice her voice. your ears are ringing with theories about what could of seemingly caused their friend to do such an insane 360 â or maybe im thinking about it too much, heâs not what im after anyway..
âheeyy? you there?â
âoh, yeah, i am.â your response came off a little delayed. damn it, focus. you shake your head, trying to get rid of the lingering thoughts, itâs not the time to let your head get swayed.
âso. . is smoking even allowed in there?â you ask with a half-hearted snicker, a desperate attempt to save conversation.
âno, but if you donât get caught then it never happened.â she shrugs. ânot much of a smoker, are you?â the teasing glint in her voice makes you a little embarrassed, a nervous smile bracing your lips. âno, not really haha.â
ânothing to be embarrassed about, im just poking you.â her reassurance made you sigh in relief, perhaps this wasnât going to be as difficult as you assumed it was.
âactually.. i wanted to ask something.â shoko turns her head in your direction, awaiting your question expectantly. thereâs an unsure expression on your face, contemplating your words.
âwhy did your teammate-â the words are about to roll off your tongue when suddenly a strange noise causes you to choke on your words â ring ring.
well isnât that just great.
âsorry, gimmie a sec.â shoko looks at you apologetically as she takes her flip-phone out of her pocket. she checks the contact name, satoru. you managed to take a peep in time to see whoâs calling.
the name leaves your throat a little dry. satoru gojo â from the gojo family. his existence itself makes curses quiver. a sense of rage boils up within you, hearing the name of the gojo clan itself makes your teeth grit.
your eyes narrow for a moment as you faintly hear his voice on the other side of the phone, words being exchanged. âstop calling, im almost there.â shoko hung up, her attention diverting back to you. she doesnât miss the scowl on your face. âsomething wrong?â
âoh, no, nothing.â you snap out of your trance before your kettle could pop, your lips curling upward. âwhoâs âsatoruâ?â you fake a curious look. play dumb â thatâs it.
âyou donât know satoru gojo?â shoko lets out a humorous laugh, faltering a little when she sees the serious look on your face. âheâs from one of the big clans, the strongest sorcerer of our generation, they say.â she simply shrugged. âdonât worry about it, heâs all talk, no bark.â she gives you a reassuring look, not what you would of expected from a gojo clan member â but perhaps you should take her word for it, for now.
theres a strangely comforting silence as you follow behind her, you could feel the air getting chilly and shivers vibrating through your body. shoko doesnât seem to be affected much by it. maybe i shouldâve brought a coat.
âanyways, weâre at the outskirts of tokyo now.â you squint your eyes, seeing a big building a few feet away. âwell, youâre officially a sorcerer now. its not as exciting as it sounds, though.â she gives you a teasing look.
âi know that.â you roll your eyes. you both take a few more steps, finally arriving at the gate. behind the gate you spot multiple buildings. you have to stand still and collect your breath for a moment, so this is jujutsu tech.
âwoah, itâs huge.â of course you knew a place with sorcererâs from one of the biggest clans wasnât going to be any joke, but itâs hard not to be swayed by such a breath-taking place.
âcome on, lets go.â she takes your hand and walks through the gate. you closely inspect every sight on your way. wow, this place was pretty. youâre almost jealous of itâs radiance.
youâre taken to a bridge where shoko spots a familiar lean figure slouched against the railing with a sulky pout. the chalk-white hair that fell over his eyes, having to push them back with his long fingers and you almost get a view of the famous six eyes the gojo family is known for â those serene blue eyes that can put you in a daze with a look â wait, are you in a daze?
ânot you too..â shoko slams her face causing you to snap out of your daydreams in a panicked oh! âim going to hide your face with a cardboard box one day, i swear.â a nasty side-eye was sent satoruâs way.
you thought him âcharming people with one lookâ (such big talk!) was mere gossip amongst the crowd. i mean, he couldnât be that beautiful right?
youâve never been more wrong.
âhuuuuuh? so itâs my fault now?â satoru crosses his arms, a pout visible on his face. shoko already knows his ego is already swelling with pride, âcause he just canât control the fact that heâs oh-so beautiful, can he?
âoh. . uh.â you finally realize his tall figure looming over you, taking a few steps back as he sizes you up, those piercing cold eyes were antagonising, anything but friendly. resentment runs through your body â it really is him, satoru gojo.
âthis is stupid.â satoru let out a huff, pulling away and crossing his arms. âwe donât need a replacââ satoru freezes in place when he catches the striking scowl on shokoâs face. âwhatever. itâs âniceâ to meet you.â how much more pettier could he get?
âwellllll, ahem.â you let out a cough, trying to compose yourself. âmy apologies. youâre satoru right?â you ask with a friendly smile on your face, but itâs almost like he can see through it with the way he eyes you. as if his icy orbs were poking right through your skull, did a shiver just run down your spine?
âitâs gojo to you.â a huff escaped his mouth and he turned away, refusing to even look at you, as if he was destined to hate you the exact moment you met â well, at least thatâs something you both have in common.
shoko could only smack her forehead with her palm. when suguru joined sorcery, him and satoru didnât hit it off immediately, it took them a while to get used to eachotherâs company and get over their silly rivalry.
yet she has this strange feeling it might not be the same with you.
âignore him, heâs just been a big whiny bitch about about the idea of a replacement.â shoko places a hand over your shoulder, ignoring the offended look satoru gave her, he was no âwhiny bitchâ about it.. okay, maybe he was⊠just a little.
âspeaking off..â you finally take your chance. âwhyâd your old teammate leave?â as soon as the words spilled out of your throat, you quickly notice how a cold tension develops in the air. you take a glance at satoru, oh. he doesnât look very pleased you brought that up. .
âwhatâs it to you?â he snickers, tone comes off with an edge of hurt. he canât say heâs over it, that he moved on, that would be a blatant lie. the reoccuring images of that day play in his head, not a single flaw in the vision of that scene â and it hurts.
you almost feel bad for bringing it up, since it clearly wasnât the. . âright timeâ. you rub your hands together, its cold. was it always this chilly out here?
âi was just askââ âwell, itâs none of your damn business.â
you can almost feel his glare, as if it was stabbing daggers right through your mind. teeth clenching, you hate that look, itâs just like them all. just like every other gâ
âweâll talk about it later.â shoko finally says something, you let out a breath you didnât even know you were holding. âim going to show her around for a bit, satoru. bye.â shoko waved as she quickly pulled you away from the bridge. phew.
âso i definitely killed the mo-â youâre immediately cut off. âdonât bring that up in front of him, god.â shoko laughs. âitâs a sensitive topic for him.â
shoko looked up for a brief moment, exhaling. âsuguru â he was our old teammate. they both were practically inseparable, iâm guessing you know he left and all.â you take in her words, suguru geto, of course you already knew who he was.
âim guessing you also wont tell me why he left.â you laugh, yet a curious gaze still present, hoping to hit the jackpot. âwell.â shoko lets out a quiet hum and youâre kept on your toes, anticipating, as if watching a love confession in a movie. come on. .
âwhy do you wanna know so bad?â ah, shit. you almost let a groan leave your lips, you knew it was never going to be that easy, yet itâs just as frustrating.
âim just a little curious, from the things i heard he did some prettyyy crazy things, yâknow?â woah, good save. âi canât argue with you on that.â shoko laughs bitterly. âill tell you some other time, though. its your first day here, let me tour you for real.â
you nod at her words, trailing behind her as she leads you to a hallway. you take a good look around â must be the dorms.
âso this is where the dorms are.â you look to the direction shoko points at. âyour dorm is the one on the right, next to.. satoruâs.â she gives you an apologetic look. âtheres no other rooms with essentials as of now, hope he wont be a big pain in the ass for you.â
you acknowledge her words, slowly moving to the room, paying a lot more attention to satoruâs door than yours â there was nothing special about it, yet you canât shake the feeling that everythingâs going a bit.. too smooth. your dorm being right next to his is like a lottery ticket, itâll make everything much easier, but itâs almost too good to be true â or maybe youâre just overthinking it.
aside from that, itâs also not the best thing in the world. itâll be perfect for your mission, and yet one day you might just end up punching that arrogant expression on his face from irritation â a double edged sword, they say.
âyou can do whatever you want with the room, you listening?â you turn back to shoko, giving her a half-hearted smile. âoh, yeah, definitely.â shoko gives you a suspicious look. âill take your word for it.. anyway, Mr. Yaga wants to see us tomorrow for a mission so you can prepare for that.â
âwow, mission already? itâs not a piece of cake, huh?â you joke. âconsider yourself lucky, a lot of people have it way worse.â she teases you. âim going to go back to my own room â 303 if youâve got any questions.â she gives you a pat on the shoulder before heading to the third floor, leaving you with the key to your dorm.
you slowly approach the door, finding yourself inspecting the door carefully as if something might jump out and hurt you, paranoid much.
rest assured, there was nothing set up. (obviously. .) youâre fiddling with your keys, about to open the doorâ
footsteps. the noise causes your ears to perk up immediately, turning around in a defensive stance to see whoever it isâ oh.
âwoah.â satoru raises his hand in the air defensively. âyou âtryna to kill me or something?â redness spreads across your face as you immediately stand up straight. âim not armed, that was just a reflex.â you shoot him a glare. clearly, both of you were still petty about earlier.
âyou were reaaaaalll nice with shoko huh?â suddenly heâs leaning in close. too close. is he onto you? is your journey over right here right now? maybe you were stupid for thinking you co- âthereâs no mistake about it..â he scratches his chin.
âwhat?â you clench your fist in annoyance, its like your patience disappears whenever it comes to him.
âyouâve got a bug in your hair, do you even wash it?â
. . . .
âwait, what?â a rush of panic washes over you. âwhere is it!? wait, gojo!â you look up to him with a pitiful expression, only to be met with a teasing smirk. âohhh, so youâre scared of bugs.â heâs saying it as if heâs keeping tabs on you or something. . he definitely is.
âi was just playing with you.â he shrugs nonchalantly. âseriously, how are you gonna fight a curse if youâre scared of a âlil ole bug?â oh this little tease.
âyouâre seriously. asking to be punched, gojo.â you attempt to come off as intimidating as you can. unfortunately for you, youâre dealing with the cockiest man on this planet.
âwhat happened to âyer nice little demeanour huuuh? or does it just not apply tâme?â heâs easily towering over you, you donât know why heâs so.. adamant to get to you. every word that comes out of his mouth â god, give me patience.
âbold of you to assume you deserve a single ounce of kindness.â ouch. the exasperated look on his face proved he did not take your comment lightly.
âoh yeah? donât get arrogant just âcause you happen to get picked as a replacement.â thereâs a strange venom in his words, you canât tell whether it's targeted towards you. just why did he have to be so hard to read?
âjust what are you so mad about, that you have to come bother someone else about it?â you bite back. âoh, yeah, me mad, suuuuureee. as if you didnât look like you wanted to kill me a few seconds ago.â he retorts right back at you.
this isnât how itâs supposed to go. youâre supposed to be nice to him and gain his trust â but that lingering anger in your heart is taking over you, the same coldness you loathe feeling â that cold look in his eyes, its just like them all. itâs like your feelings are speaking for you, as if your heart is pouring itself out.
present you would laugh at the fact that just an hour ago, you thought youâd be able to befriend him with ease. like a walk in the park, youâll shoot him a kind smile just like you did with shoko, compliment his eyes maybe, yet it seems like you were destined to be enemies at first sight.
âand you know what? maybe you should be careful, âcause i will.â you shoot back, but satoruâs obviously not taking your threat seriously â âwhat could a wimp like her do to me?â
âoh please.â he grabs the collar of your shirt. âif you want me to be the last thing you see ill make it happen right n-â
âsatoru, what are you doing?â a stern voice is heard from behind satoru and he immediately pulls away. you immediately recognise the man as the principle â Masamichi Yaga.
ânothinnggggg.â what a liar, you almost want to rat him out but technically itâs your fault as well. . .
âyouâre the new student, arenât you?â the man approaches you while satoru quietly observes. âyeah-â your voice comes out in a stutter. âi am..â
âitâs your first day here, and youâre already fighting with that lunatic.â a grumble escaped his lips. his tone held a sense of aloofness, he doesnât seem like someone who plays around. âdonât let me find this behaviour continuing.â
âbut he started it f-â you donât even have time to respond and heâs leaving. your first encounter with the principle and its great, wow.
âbut sirrrr, but heee..!â satoru mocks you from the side, and you have half a mind to not kick him in the face right there.
âim done arguing with an immature jerk like you.â you declare confidently, knowing youâre just as immature as him. âwoooooah, look at miss victim being the bigger person, arenât you sooo admir-â by the time heâs done talking, youâve already slammed the door to your room shut, causing him to flinch a little.
âgee, sheâs âannoyin alright.â satoru opens the door to his own room with his key. walking inside and flopping onto the bed immediately. the AC is turned on in a beat. satoru can feel his mind relax as the cool air hits his body.
todayâs tiring. thereâs a lot of new unwanted thoughts swarming his mind, many of them being you.
in fact â ever since he heard about you replacing suguru, heâs been unable to help the hatred that filled his heart. is it hatred? or is he scared? the thought of someone else taking suguruâs place, for some reason, it irks him.
âmaaaan, feelings are just as annoying as her.â satoru grumbled, resting his head on his arms. âi swear âsomethin about her rubs me the wrong way.â
heâs not taking himself too seriously. heâs probably just thinking about it too much because heâs overwhelmed. heâll take a nap and forget about it soon enough. (if only he followed his âdivine intuitionâ.)
you, on the other hand, are quite literally panicking. unable to even lay down on your bed. youâre staring at the wall in disbelief, youâve made it so far, you canât afford to mess up now. but that look in his eyes â it brings back too many memories youâve been wanting to forget.
maybe he was just playing around when you were fighting, but youâve realised it now. he really can kill you if he wanted to. it makes you doubt yourself â if you even hold a fraction of his power. you knew it was never going to be easy, but it makes you wonder.
âjust how will i assassinate gojo satoru?â
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ËËË a/n : first chapter !! uh funfact reader was not suppose to have ulterior motives and the story was just suppose to be a simple rivals to lovers thing but while reader was talking to shoko i was like, why not give her a cliche assassin story đââïžđââïž hope you enjoyed reading!!
#⥠tell me why your hands are cold#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk series#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#⥠ayraâs works#⥠div : khaer
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angel on his shoulder: happy birthday (op81)
mean!oscar x sweet!reader
summary: oscar struggles to find the perfect gift for your birthday
notes: again, heâs not really mean, but idk what to call him now
wc: 1533
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You had somehow managed to do it, to worm your way into Oscarâs life, to make yourself a permanent part of his day. What was once passing glances had now turned into soft smiles and quiet conversations. He looked forward to seeing you everyday, to talking with you.
He started saving a seat for you whenever he ate lunch, or sitting closer to Lando during meetings, so he could sit closer to you. He longed to be at the receiving end of your smiles and laughs, and mentally cheered when he was.
Of course spending more time with you meant spending more time with Lando as well. Oscar didnât dislike Lando, not at all, but Lando could occasionally be⊠a bit much. Especially when he was wiggling his eyebrows at him for simply talking with you.
He was sitting in the training room at the MTC one day, getting ready to begin his workout when he feels an arm around his shoulders. He turns to see Lando smirking down at him.
âHey.â He says.
âHey yourself.â Lando replies. âWhat are you up to?â
Oscar furrows his eyebrows and looks around the gym. âWhat do you think?â
Lando rolls his eyes, but smiles as he walks towards a set of weights.
âIs, uh, is Y/n coming around?â Oscar tries to sound casual, but hearing Lando snort makes his face flush.
âTo stay with me while I work out? I doubt sheâd be interested in that.â He scoffs. âBut I bet sheâd be more interested if she knew you were here too.â
âWhat?â Oscar spurts. âWhy would she?â He can feel his face burning up.
âNo reason.â Lando says, teasingly. âHey, what are you doing for next week?â
Oscar furrows his brows. âWhatâs going on next week?â
âY/nâs birthday.â Lando answers. âYou didnât know?â He turns to look at Oscar.
Oscar tries to think back, wondering if youâve mentioned your birthday.
âWell itâs next week. Iâm throwing a party for her. You can come if you want.â
Oscar nods. âYeah, yeah Iâll be there.â
Lando grins. âGood. Sheâll be glad to hear that.â
Oscar tries to hide the blush he feels spreading on his cheeks.
âIâve already got her gift picked out and wrapped. Not by me, of course. Itâd look like I was handing her a wad of paper.â
âGift?â Oscar asks. He feels panic beginning to rise in his chest.
âYeah, gift. Itâs a birthday.â Lando laughs. âYou have to get her a gift.â
âRight.â Oscar murmurs. He stands up. âI think Iâm done here, for the day.â With that he walks out of the training center, gym bag slung over his shoulder, his gaze locked on the ground as he leaves.
âDidnât even see him do anything.â Lando mumbles to himself.
Oscar spends the rest of the day wracking his brain for something, anything to get you for your birthday. He could get you jewelry? But that seems too intimate. Money? Too casual.
He sits alone while he eats his lunch, staring off into space as he eats, trying to think of something.
âHey, Os. You okay?â You ask softly placing your food down on the table next to him.
He snaps out of his thoughts, looking at you wide-eyed.
âYeah, why wouldnât I be?â
You laugh. âI donât know, youâve got this weird look on your face.â
He shakes his head. âNo I donât.â
âOkay, fine.â You laugh.
Oscar sighs, looking back at his food, but out of the corner of his eye he sees a book on your lap.
âWhatâs that?â He asks.
âOh,â you smile, lifting the book to put it on the table. âItâs the book Iâm reading right now.â
Oscar looks at the cover.
âItâs actually like, the tenth time Iâm reading it.â You say.
Oscar snorts. âWhy?â
âItâs my favorite book.â You shrug. âItâs so good. If you havenât read it, I highly recommend it.â
Oscar hums.
âNo, seriously, it would be so nice to have someone to talk to about it.â You whine. âI tried to get Lando to read it, and do you know what he said? He said âIâll wait for the movieâ. Can you believe that?â You ask.
Oscar laughs. âThat sounds about right.â He watches as you push the book to the side to eat your lunch. âHey, I gotta go, but Iâll see you later.â
âOh, okay, see you.â
Oscar tries not to let the way your shoulders slump affect him. He gathers his things, and leaves you sitting there, pulling out his phone as he walks away.
After work Oscar goes to several different shops, looking for that damned book. Heâs just about to give up, when he finally finds one lone copy. He keeps it tucked close to his chest as he walks to the checkout counter, as if afraid someoneâs going to try to pry it from his hands.
He spends any free time he has for the week with his nose in the book. He brings it with him to the MTC, he reads it before and after work, he feels like the book becomes a part of him.
He shows up to Landoâs apartment for your party, with his gift tucked under his arm. Heâd spent about an hour on picking a shirt, then another on fixing his unruly hair.
He has to admit, heâs surprised when he walks into Landoâs apartment. Itâs not the bright rave lights or loud music heâd picture Lando would pick out for a party for himself, instead itâs soft warm lighting with some soft music in the background.
âI see youâve made it.â Lando says, when he sees Oscar. âAnd youâve managed to find a gift.â He smirks. âWhatâd you get her?â
Oscar shakes his head. âItâs nothing.â
âKeeping it a surprise?â
Before Oscar can answer, heâs pulled into a soft hug. âThanks for coming, Os.â He hears your voice next to his ear.
Oscar smiles, wrapping an arm around you. âHappy birthday.â
When you pull away Oscar allows himself a moment to admire you. Youâre wearing a soft dress that compliments you well. He notices the small sparking stone on the necklace around your neck.
âPretty necklace.â He says.
You lift a hand to touch the stone. âThanks. Lando got it for me.â
Oscar feels an uncomfortable twist in his stomach. His eyes search for the brit, who has made himself scarce.
âI told him it was too much. He said itâs the least he can do for me, having to put up with him everyday.â You laugh.
Oscar gives you an unconvincing smile, awkwardly shifting the gift under his arm, the gift heâs starting to feel immensely insecure about.
âDo you want to go sit somewhere?â You ask him. âLando invited all of these people, but I donât think I know half of them.â You laugh.
Oscar nods, following you as you lead him to the balcony.
You each take a seat, looking out at the sun setting over Monaco. He canât help but admire you. The sun makes you practically glow, your eyes quite literally sparkle.
âThanks for coming, really.â You break the silence. âI appreciate what Landoâs done, but I canât help but feel a bit⊠out of place.â
Oscar hums. He holds out his gift to you, figuring itâd be better to deal with the embarrassment of you thinking itâs lame out here alone, rather than inside surrounded by people.
He watches as you tear open the gift, a confused look spreading across your face as you see what it is.
âItâs my bookâŠâ You say, holding the same book you showed him at the beginning of the week, though this copy is clearly newer. âThanks Oscar.â You say, trying to hide your disappointment.
âOpen it.â
You look at him confused again. âI swear if you cut a hole in my favorite book-â
âJust open it.â He cuts you off with a smile.
You slowly open it, flipping through the first few pages, the title page, the acknowledgment, the table of contents, until you get to the first actual page of the book.
Inside, surrounding the text in the book are little notes and doodles, scrawled in messy handwriting. You flip through the pages to see them everywhere.
âYou annotated it?â You ask softly.
Oscar nods. âI read it this week. I figured it would be nice for you to have someone to talk to about it.â He says. He takes a deep breath. âLook, I know itâs not great-â
âI love it.â You cut him off.
âYou do?â
You nod. You had copies upon copies of this book, paperbacks, hardcovers, special editions, sprayed edges, but none of them compared to the one in your hands. The one Oscar took the time to read, then write out all of his own thoughts for you. It felt like you were holding a piece of him in your arms.
âYeah, I love it. Thank you.â You murmur, pulling him into a hug.
Oscar feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders as he wraps his arms around you. He smiles to himself, feeling like heâs successfully planted himself in your heart now.
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Before and So Forth Chr. 4: Transformers x Cybertronian!GN!Reader
Transformers One!Starscream/Soundwave x Cybertronian!GN!Reader(Bit of Megatronus and Sentinel x Reader
Chapter Four: Starscream and Soundwave
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three,
TW/Tags: mild cussing, training sessions, Sentinel has a bad mindset, Starscream trying to make moves, fails of course, Soundwave is actually trying to keep things appropriateâŠ.in his own way at least through training of course, reader is done with sentinels shit
(Like last time no smut but there is angst in this one. I wrote the fight scenes the best I can hopefully it isnât too confusing)
The next morning. After your small visit with Megatronus the night before. To stay you might soon gain eye bags if this keeps up would be an understatement.
You made your way into the training tower before a meeting with Soundwaves team about the next possible battle.
Taking place later tonight as he always kept these sort of meetings more organized more then Starscream would. Shockwave alongside the same as Soundwave.
As you past by many halls you descided to pass the lunch room. Making your way to your usual training room. Luckily Starscream was in a different meeting at the moments.
And so you got to work with your training. Itâs time you continue by yourself now. You pulled out your swords as you looked at your reflection on them.
The scar still as visible as it will beâŠâŠ.so forthâŠ.Youâre so tiredâŠ.
You began doing some spinning moves. Your movements fluid and fast. Almost as if gravity was nothing showing your complete controle. Some moves include spinning your swords and you moved yourself.
Tossing your swords mid air as make a finishing blow on a dummy and catching your swords with perfection. Well almost in your opinion. You even stared to think about what Megatronus told you last night before departing as ou still kept your focus.
-Flashback-
âIâm afraid our courtship will have to pause for tomorrow sweetspark. I and a few of the other primes will be patrolling on the surface all day due to the other seekers coming from their shift and telling of Quintissons activity.â
He spoke to you in his room.
âSo I wont be able to see you tomorrow?â You gently held his larger cervo as you looked up at him.
âYesâŠWill you be alright while Iâm away?â He looked down at you as he kneeled down. His optics soft towards you. You nodded and softly sighed as you pulled his cervo a bit closer to you. âI shall wait and Iâll be fine MegatronusâŠâ
You gave him an encouraging nod as you sighed and looked out the window. âI shall take you out like last time.â And so he did.
-End Of Flashback-
As you conintue, many hours having gone by and is already past noon. You donât hear the doors openeing over your grunts as you make one large finishing move and land on your knee and pede. (I was watching Star Wars while writing this lol).
Once you stood up. Noticing your wrist hurting a little. You mustâve pulled something well making a certain move. You let out a sigh as you close your optics. But at the corner of your optic you thought you saw something. And so when you glanced behind you.
Seeing Soundwave standing with his cervos behind his bacâŠUh oh. That isnt good.
You also took note he didnât have any cassettes in his chest as he usually does. Youâd then put your swords back into your sword handles on each side of your hip as you faced him as you then spoke.
âSoundwave. What brings you here sir?â
He stays still for a moment before speaking as he walked closer to you. Now his frame a little closer to yours as he looked down at you. âHave you eaten. Y/N?â
Crap-
âOf course Soundwave. Have you?â You lied through your teeth. Hoping he doesnât use his waves to sense that youâre lying. Luckily he doesnât seem to try using it as he lifts his head and looked around.
âI have. I and the Cassettes have finished our meals and theyâre currently helping Shockwave with his experients for a stronger weapon as per usual.â
His cervos left from behind his back to rest on his sides as he looked back down at you. You just nod and bow your head. âI have been training for hours. I should go for some lunch after our meeting in an hour?â
You past him about to leave until his cervo grabbed your arm. Making you stop as you looked at him. âBefore our meetingâŠ.How a bit of training?â
His helm tilting a bit as he glanced at you under his visors. You only nod as you glanced at him as well.
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You then put your swords down before returning to your spot. Placing your pede back as he does the same. Youâd then put your guard up, well more. As he then soon attacked. Laying in the first punch against you.
Causing you to move your upper body back to dodge the attack. Then in a fast movement with his cervo still close to you. You grabbed his arm with both cervos as your chest was close to his cervo for a second. Youâd then turn.
His frame behind yours but your arms moving along as his arm was still in the same place for a whole second.
Then pushing his arm against your shoulder, you lifted him up using your body force as heâs lifted into the air.
But he was stronger. Being quick to move midair. Moving his legs forward to land on the floor before him as his arm turned (I mean they are robots.) the cervo grabbing an arm as his other cervo comes and grabs your other arm.
He pulls you every close by your arms, your frame fully against his as your legs past his hips for a moment.
He then roughly pushes you into the floor. Creating a very heavy pressure into and against your back strut. Only for your legs to soon both kick him up over you making him fall to his back.
You were fast to use your strength to lift your upper body up by kicking against the floor. Soon standing on your cervos.
You leg then going down fast to kick him down deeper into the floor. But he too was fast you turn and roll to his stomach as use his arms to support him. Even faster on his knee and grabbed your leg. Pulling you closer and once your close he punches your stomach down. Causing you to groan.
Heâd then grab at the top of your chest plate as he soon is on his pedes and lifted you up. His cervo only letting go for a moment as his kicked you further back. Although you fell on your bac flying back a bit, youâd soon end up pushing back so youâre on your cervos and back on your pedes.
Facing Soundwave as he ran at you with his movements show determination. Youâd soon grab his wrists. Lifting your leg showing your flexibility.
Your pede kicking him in the chin. Whe he was back for a moment. you grabbed his shoulders and hit your helm against his as he opened his mouth mask. He groaned as he showed a bit of a angry expression just by his intake and dermas.
Youâd then throw a few punches and blows against his frame even as he tried to block a few. You both were going to be here for a good while.
You both continued for a good while. A Long while. You took note he avoided your face as you kept going toawrds his waits and shoulders. Both of you putting in pretty good hits into eachother. You both will defiently be sore in the morning.
The other seekers are either at home until the meeting or the others are already in a meeting with either Shockwave or Starscream.
You both continued until Rumble and Frenzy came in. Speaking as they walk in on you two still training.
He was able to pin you down against him. His back against the floor as he laid with his legs around your waist. His arm over your neck keeps you locked against him as your legs squirmed around to try to get away.
His other arm around your toros above keeps your arms stuck to your side. You struggled as you tried to break free from his grasp. You try your best to get out.
But your were so out of stamina and against your better judgement. âI yield.â
Soundwave then lets you go. Rumble and Frenzy standing there by the door. frenzy with his cervo on his hip and Rumble sighing as they waited.
You were able to get up without pressing against him. He soon sits up and looks at the two minicons. âTime.â
âJust 20 minutes until the next meeting Soundwave.â Rumble said as he stays in one spot. Frenzy went to your swords to look at them. Youâd hold the side of your waist as you stood up. Soundwave standing up as well as his cervo gently held his shoulder.
He then looked at you as he spoke. His mouth mask closed once more.
âNow we will commence with our meeting for the day. Will you be able to keep posture for another hour?â
He gestured to you as Rumble gently pulled Frenzy from your swords and held frenzys hand as the two looked at you bot.
You gave him a nod still standing straighter. âIâll be fine Soundwave.â He then nodded and started walking to the door. Now closer to Frenzy and Rumble as they both looked up at him. âSee you in 10.â
He walks out as the two waved to you as they both left as well. You waving back saying your good byes for now. As you stand there, you looked down. Training with him wasâŠcertainly interesting. You can admit that at least. As you thought more and more. He wasâŠa bit more gentle with you than the last time you fought him even before.
Something Starscream did just yesterdayâŠ.You shake your head. You cant be thinking of these things with the two. You are being courted by one of the Primes.
One of the most highest honors someone could ever have. You cant let old feelings start rushing out.
You walked to your swords. Picking them up and lookin at your reflection in them once more as you narrowed your optics. You have a new duty with your work.
You cant be waiting for anyone else but the one you have chosenâŠâŠ.chosen first who is MegatronusâŠRight?
ââââââââââââââââââââââââââ-
As you made your way to the meeting room in the higher levels of the building. Parts of your body was a bit in pain. But not distracting enough for you to speak and walk as you past a few guards who are leaving from the latest meeting that ended.
As you made it to the room Soundwave was already there.
He was getting a presentation ready for the meeting with the help of Laserbeak, Rumble, and Frenzy. Ravage was already in Soundwaves chair waiting as her pas rested on the table.
Youâd then took a seat close to Soundwaves by just a couple seats. Something gestured by Ravage when she noticed you come in.
As you sat down. Slowly until the minutes got closer to the meeting more and more guards came in. Eventually Starscream came in and took a seat next to you.
Sitting closer to where ravage was as he had his usual smirk on his dermas.
As you both sat down you noticed by the corner of your eye that Starscream was glancing down at you as he rested one cervo on the table. And the other was on his thigh.
The other being the one closest to you. And just like thatâŠThe meeting has started.
As Soundwave spoke and sat in his chair with ravage on his lap like a kitten. Everyone listened with purpose. Giving him their full attention. You included as he goes over his plan for a possible next battle to fight the Quintessons.
Both of your cervos on your lap as your optics stared at Soundwave. His helm turning every now and then as he spoke.
Eventualy the meeting soon lasts over an hour. You can hear Starscream silently make a sound close to a huff as he looked over some data pads he had in front of him. His red optics narrowed as he had a frown on his dermas.
You you continue to look at Soundwave. Youâd then feel a cervo on top of your cervo, it being a bit larger then yours. When you glanced down. Not moving your helm much. You soon realized itâs Starscreams. When you looked at him he was staring down at you. A little smirk at the corner at his lips as he then looked back down at the data pad.
Youâd just look back at Soundwave. Not knowing that he noticed the moment.
Starscreams cervo stays there for a good amount of time. Gently squeezing every now and then..Is this is way of flirting???
It stays like this for a good while until itâs been almost 2 hours. The meeting was finally over. Everyone making a vote on weapons and such as so forth. From there everyone stands up. You included. You could hear a faint huff as Starscream was fast to move his cervo from yours as he looked at a few other data pads. You got up and walked out.
Only now realizing you havenât eaten lunch.
Youâd continue you path to the lunch room as the rest went home and other guarded the tower. Youâd make it to the room and grab some lunch. Thatâs when Starscream comes in. Heâd walk in and sit next to you as you ate some energon.
Being quiet for a moment before speaking.
âYou know. I would appreciate it you were to return my affectionsâŠ..SweetsparkâŠâ
You side eye him as you ate your energon before speaking. âThought you said to waitâŠright?â Starscream scoffed.
âDoesnât mean I cant show you my affections sweetspark.â His digits gently holding your chin to make you look at him.
âStarscream-â
âI could care less of what Soundwave said. I make choices based off my Own. Understood?â You have stood up as you stared down at Starscream. Youâd then start taking steps to the door until Starscream stood up grabbing your cervo. âYou really wish to try this danceâŠ.Y/N?â
His words were a bit sinister. âYes.â
You pulled your cervo away and face him. âFocus on being a superior and Iâll go do my job.â You soon walk away, he just watches you as you opened the door and then closed it being you. Wouldnât be any better if you were to slam the door.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
You continue to walk in the halls. Making your way to the front doors being done today. But as soon as you got past one of the doors to a cleaning closet. Frenzy has pulled you inâŠ.He a strong bot.
Heâd then give you a data pad. âSoundwave said to meet him in the meeting room.â He then runs off with his little legs.
Youâd sigh and make your way to the meeting room. From there as ou walked into the room. Sentinel was in there with him. The two seemed to be speaking to each other about the primes and such. When Soundwave noticed you were there. He nodded to Sentinel. Him doing the same as Soundwave walks past you.
Youâd walk closer as Sentinel start down at Soundwaves spot. âYN, please. Sit.â
And so you do. When you first saw him you immediately remembered yesterday. When he pulled you into a kiss before Zeta opened his doorâŠ.
What is he up to?
âIâm sure youâve been wondering about yesterday and the meaning of me giving you thatâŠâŠSpecial kiss? Well you see my dear.â For a moment fore you just gave him a blank expression until his cervo held your chin as he just stared down at you.
âI believe itâs time Zeta and the other primes shouldnât be so calm to believe that theyâre superior to descide who thay may take as a ConjunxâŠ.â His helm leaning closer to yours as he spoke once more in a whisper.
âSoundly you agree with your special partnerâŠ.sayâŠMegatronus?..â
Your optics widened. âHow.â Your voice was low and is more in a whisper.
âYou two arenât exactly as sneaky as you both like to believe to be. He said in his casual tone with a grin on his smile. Leaning back a sits straight on the chair. Both of his arms on the arms of the chair. His helm only barely turned looking towards you as only his optics look toawrds you.
âYou arenât the only one being used.â You head tilted up for only a moment.
âZeta. The big man himself.â His cervos then gestured to himself as he grinned. âTrying to court me of all bots.â He chuckled. But that smile soon gone as he looked down.
âThat kiss is to teach him a lession. Good thing I timed that perfectlyâŠAt first I thought why not you know. Cause well- why not?â He spoke as he then stood up and walked slowly to behind your chair. âBut when I found out that giant Brute was keeping a special little bot. You. Courting you and all. Oh boyâŠdid that open my eyes.â
He sets his cervos on your shoulders as you glanced behind you a bit.
âThough I wont lie. I can see why heâs so intrigued by youâŠâ Heâd then lean his held down next to you. Your optics side eyeing you as he spoke once more. In a whisper again.
âTell me. Do you enjoy being used?â
You tried to find the words. Not sure what you can say right or what will be wrong. So..you only looked down as the table as his stays there.
Your intake opening a little bit before closing a few times. Sentinels optics staring down at you. Going from looking at your dermas to back to your optics. You didnât look at him.
He had a frown on his dermas as he stands straight again. âAfter the War. We will handle thisâŠand.â He had grabbed your cervos. Gently pulling you up to stand as heâs now in front of you.
âWe shall no longer be used for such power. If you help me against the primes. I can promise you a better life. By my side.â His cervos now on your waist. He smiled down at you as you placed your cervos on his arms as you felt his chest against his.
âSentinel-â
âJust give it some time. My door is always open once you accept my offer.â
Those last words he said with a bit more purpose. His cervo is then at your chin. His digits gently holding it. âI shall be waiting so patiently for youâŠSweetspark.â Youâd just stare at him. Your face unsure as he stared down with blue optics.
One of his cervos then grabbing yours and kissed the back of your cervo. His optics never leaving yours.
Heâd then let out a small chuckle and finally let you go. âJust remember which Sid you are one Sweetspark. Because Iâm not a bot.â He leaned close. âWho gives second chancesâŠâ You both stared at each other. Both expressionless as your optics stare narrowed. ââŠYouâre dismissed.â
Oh man this one made me nervous but I think I was able to nail it with writing for Soundwave, Starscream, and a bit of Sentinel. Donât worry Megatronus will be back for the next chapter. And Shockwave will have a bit more of a spotlight for the intertest with the reader. The reader is really going through it. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and Iâll see you all in the next chapter!
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Hard Worker
"Urgh, why do I have t' pull th' heaviest goods train?!" Duncan groused. "Like always, I have t' do th' hardest work!"
Skarloey simply laughed. "That's because you're the strongest engine we have, Duncan. You're the one best suited for the job."
"Mmmm..." Duncan made a discontented noise, but didn't bother complaining further. Skarloey was right, after all, and his ego didn't mind the praise.
"Alright, fine! But once the sun goes down, that's it! I'm off work, and I can't be asked fer more!"
Nearby, Duke gave a disgruntled humph. "Really now, Duncan. Such an attitude simply is not suitable. Why, if someone broke down--"
"So what!" Duncan sneered. "If they break down, and my work day's over, it's not my job t' help!"
Duke was about to retort, but he didn't have the time; instead, the older engine was interrupted by a weesh of steam as Duncan pulled out of the shed, off to begin his day.
"Can you believe that fool of an engine?!" Duke huffed as he watched Duncan pull away. "Such a selfish brat!"
"Now now, Duke," Skarloey gently chided. "Duncan may say those things now, but he's come a long way from the stubborn-screwed engine he used to be. He cares about every last one of us, even if he won't admit it."
"Tch," Duke scoffed. "I'd have to see it to believe it."
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Much to Duncan's dismay, his work seemed to take forever. First, there was a delay while he was refilling his tank. Then, there was a delay as cattle had to be cleared from the tracks. Finally, loading his slate trucks took an eternity, and the dumb trucks themselves were no help, singing their songs and annoying the workers. By the time he was on his way back to Crovan's Gate, a long train of slate trailing behind him, the sun was halfway below the horizon.
"FINALLY!" Duncan groaned as the familiar roofs of Glennock came into view. "We're almost there!"
"That we are," Corrine, his driver smiled. "It's been a long day, but we'll be done soon."
"That's right!" Duncan grinned. "No more work fer me--"
Suddenly, a crackling came over the radio, startling both Duncan and his driver. The radios were still fairly new additions, and took some getting used to. "Attention all personnel, attention all personnel. Requesting the breakdown train at Glennock. No. 1 Skarloey has come off the rails. I repeat, No. 1 Skarloey has come off the rails. Requesting the breakdown train."
Corrine sighed. "Poor Skarloey. Hopefully someone will come for him soon."
For a long moment, Duncan didn't answer. Then, he heaved a quiet sigh. "I'll do it."
Corrine blinked at her engine in shock. "Really? But you were so determined this morning--"
"I know!" Duncan groaned. "But it's on our way anyway, and we've got workers in th' back comin' home from helpin' wit' the slate!" The engine frowned, making a face like he dared her to disagree with him. "'Sides, I know I don't have ta do it, but..."
He trailed off, but his driver smiled. "You don't need to justify yourself to me, Duncan. Let's go."
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Duncan soon arrived with the breakdown train, finding a contrite Skarloey sitting just off the rails, a few trucks groaning loudly behind him. The old engine looked unsurprised to see him, giving a warm smile. "Ah, hullo, Duncan. Thank you for coming to help us even though your work day's over."
The younger engine sneered, but could tell that the comment held no heat. "Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up and set yerself right."
Once Skarloey had been placed back on the tracks and hooked up behind Duncan, he looked back at the long line of slate, then at the engine in front of him. His expression was thoughtful, eyes toward the sky as he looked like he was weighing whether to say something, but then decided to hold his tongue. Duncan raised an eyebrow, looking back at Skarloey. "What? If ye've got somethin' t' say, just say it!"
Skarloey gave a light little huff and a small smile. "Nothing. I just admire how you can pull me, the trucks, and all of this slate."
Duncan paused a moment, then let his gaze drift forward to the tracks ahead of him, wheels beginning to turn as he pulled his weight.
"Well, ye said it yerself. I'm the strongest we have. I can handle this much, y'know!"
Skarloey laughed cheerfully. "I do! I've known it all along!"
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By the time they got back to the sheds, having unloaded Duncan's slate and gotten Skarloey settled so that he could be looked at tomorrow, the stars were out, twinkling elegantly, and the moon watched on through lazy lashes.
Despite the dim, though, the sheds were bright, alit with cheers at Skarloey's rescue.
"Well," Duke smiled, rolling up to fix Duncan with a merry grin. "It seems I was wrong about you, Duncan."
Duncan simply huffed in response. "I told you all already-- I was going that way when we got the call. Nothin' more to it!"
"Yes, yes," Duke chuckled. "Still, I owe you an apology. I'm sorry."
Duncan paused a moment, his expression uncertain, before finally giving a quiet "Mmhmm." and backing into his berth.
"What did I tell you, Duke?" Skarloey beamed from his own shed.
"Perhaps you're right, Skarloey," Duke chuffed. "He may not want to admit it... but he's got a good heart indeed."
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Hidden in plain sight Part.2
TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of blood and injury
Clara was worried. She thought she had done a good job hiding her issues over the past few weeks, but Ingrid's visit to her house yesterday and the text she sent afterward showed that maybe she hadnât done as well as she thought.
Sheâd been there when Ingrid came, hiding in her room and nursing new bruises. They had been the whole reason why she canceled dinner that nightâknowing she wouldnât have been able to hide the pain that inhabited her every move.
Thatâs what worried her the most. Sheâd done so well hiding it so far, and the possibility of it all coming to light terrified her. She couldnât handle the thought of her teammates finding out, of them looking at her differentlyâlike she was a shattered mirror, ready to break at any time. She wasnât fragile.
Clara had handled everything thrown at her so far: her mom leaving, her fatherâs descent into drinking-induced madness, the bruises, the cuts, the pain. She had gone through it all and stood tall in the face of it. She would not allow them to see her as weak.
So, she went to training, already dressed in her kit to avoid changing in front of her teammates, armed with a dozen excuses, ready to handle Ingridâs inevitable questioning. But Ingrid didnât ask questions. She didnât even come to talk to her. She stayed in front of her locker with Mapi, giving Clara only a small smile when she came inânothing else.
It confused Clara even more. She had come into the changing room ready for war, only to be faced with peace. She didnât know what to do.
She stayed in front of her own locker for a few minutes, trying to figure out a new plan of action for the day. After a while, she sat down and put on her football boots, her eyes darting around the room every few seconds to make sure no one was watching her before making her way out to the pitch.
Her first mistake was allowing herself to relax after avoiding questioning. Her second mistake was getting lost in her thoughts while walking out. The third and fatal mistake was walking headfirst into Alexia as she exited the facility.
The blonde captain reached out to steady her before Clara could topple them both over. Grabbing her by the shoulder, Alexia was so concerned with staying on her feet that she missed the flinch of pain on Claraâs face when her hand tightened on her shoulder.
âYou okay, nena?â the captain asked.
âY-... Yeah, Iâm alright,â Clara gasped out, the words barely escaping her.
Clara wished she could smack herself. Her voice was raspy, unused to speaking so much. She knew she had made another mistake when Alexiaâs brow furrowed, her eyes scanning every inch of Claraâs face.
Clara could feel her stomach drop. If she had been worried about Ingrid and Mapi finding out, she was terrified of Alexia. The captain was known for not dropping issues until she fixed them, and Clara did not want her to find out about her situation.
âAre you sure? You seem... off?â Alexia demanded.
âYes! Yes, Iâm good, fine, all good!â Clara exclaimed, her voice more frantic than she intended. When Alexia raised an eyebrow in disbelief, Clara added, âI worked on my homework a little later than usual yesterday. Iâm just a little tired.â
Alexia surveyed her from head to toe, a frown etched on her features, clearly unconvinced by Claraâs explanation. But with little time before practice, the captain was obliged to let the matter go for now.
âLetâs go before weâre late, nena,â she said, placing a hand on Claraâs back and leading her toward the training field.
The two walked in silence, taking in the last few minutes of peace before the chaos of training. Jona had planned for them to face off in an 11 vs. 11 match to work on set pieces for their next match against Valencia.
Clara didnât like this type of training. Everyone was rowdier than usual, all obsessed with winning and claiming gloating rights until the next match. She liked playing with the team but wasnât overjoyed about facing them on the pitch.
Though the players usually tried to be more careful not to bang her around due to her age, the inevitable collision was always a concern.
She took extra care to stretch longer than usual, more aware of the general ache in her body, being careful not to injure herself so close to a game. Caro joined her, as the two usually stretched together, appreciating the last few minutes of quiet before the storm.
If Caro noticed Clara taking longer to stretch than usual, she didnât say anything, but Clara could feel her eyes lingering on her when they joined the rest of the team.
The training went well. They practiced passes, took shots on goal, and Clara felt confident that, like always, she had managed to fool them. She even felt a little proud of herself.
But the dreaded 11 vs. 11 match was next. While Clara was confident in the team she was in, she wasnât sure she could keep up. Normally, she would run circles around everyone, her youth granting her more stamina than her older teammates. But now, she was hurt and tired, and all she wanted to do was sleep.
The bruises littering her ribs pulled at every movement she made and rendered her unable to pull in as much air as she usually could, she found herself straining to stay concentrated as the rough stop and turns she made as she ran seemed to pull at every bruise and cut she had.
Still, she powered through. She even managed to chip the ball over Cataâs head and received a few head pats from her teammates for it. They all congregated near the goal, waiting for a corner to be taken. Though Clara wasnât small, she wasnât the tallest on the team, but she had a knack for heading the ball when no one expected it.
As the ball left Marionaâs feet, Clara jumped between her teammates and headed straight for the ball when she collided with something. She was pushed off her intended path, still in the air, and fell back, hitting her head directly on the goalpost. Silence overtook the pitch as the sound of Clara's head banging on the metal post seemed to ring through all of them.
For a few seconds Clara felt nothing, her eyes could barely stay open and all she could see was a blurry mess of colors, then came the pain, like a fire spreading over her head she clenched her fists, and the only sound coming out of her ended being a small whimper before her beaten down body had enough, and she felt herself slip into unconsciousness.
The whole team stared in horror at Claraâs body sprawled on the ground. The noise her head made when it collided with the post froze everyone in their place.
The trainers that were stood a couple of dozen feet away stared running, grabbing medical equipment as they went, calls for an ambulance could be heard as they approached.
But none of the players moved, all staring at Clara laying still on the ground as if moving would make the horror real.
Finally, Ingrid snapped out of her stupor and rushed to her, sliding on her knees next to Clara, her hand hesitantly reaching out to her shoulder.
âClara? Can you hear me?â Ingrid frantically asked.
âNena? Come on, open your eyes for me,â Mapi added. Ingrid didnât know when her girlfriend had joined her, but she was now kneeling on Claraâs other side, holding her hand.
The small striker didnât answer, remaining limp on the ground. When they finally managed to get her on her back, they were terrified to see the blood covering Claraâs face marring the usually joyful traits on her face, making her look younger and smaller than she truly was.
They were soon joined by the trainers, who wasted no time pushing them away from Clara. They carefully cleaned her forehead, revealing the gash responsible for the alarming amount of blood. They wrapped her forehead in gauze, shone a light in her eyes, and tried to get her to regain consciousness, but to no avail.
After a few minutes, the decision was made to immobilize Clara on a board and transport her to the hospital for a brain scan to rule out further injuries. The team stood back, watching as Clara was put in a neck brace, lifted onto the board, and strapped in before being taken away in the ambulance that had been called as soon as the trainers noticed she hadnât gotten up.
Even though Clara was no longer on the field, the team stood in silence for a few minutes, staring at each other, wondering how everything had gone wrong in just a few seconds.
Ingrid was holding Mapiâs hand so tightly that the defender wondered if she would still have a hand by the time they let go.
Jona understood that there was no way practice could continue after Claraâs fall and dismissed the team for the day.
Ingrid and Mapi rushed to the changing room, hoping to shower and change quickly so they could head to the hospital. Neither of them was comfortable with the idea of Clara being alone and unconscious in an unfamiliar place.
On their way there, they ran into Alexia, who seemed to be rushing as much as they were.
âYouâre both going to see the nena, yes?â she asked, more ordering than asking. âIâm going too, as soon as Iâm showered. Leave her stuff here, and Iâll bring it to her as soon as Iâm done talking to Vicky and Esmee.â While she too wanted to check on Clara, she had to make sure the other youngsters on the team were okay after witnessing the injury.
Ingrid nodded and continued dragging Mapi to the changing room. As they quickly showered and changed before getting in their car, Ingrid couldnât help but let her mind wander to the what-ifs.
What if Clara was seriously injured? What about her brain? Why hadnât she woken up on the field? She couldnât help but wonder if things wouldâve gone differently had they checked on her in the changing rooms, but Ingrid didnât vocalize those thoughts aloud, knowing Mapiâs tendency to overthink and panic. But the way her hands gripped the steering wheel left no room to question how worried she was.
After what felt like hours but in reality was only about half an hour, they finally arrived at the hospital and rushed into the emergency room. They went straight to the reception and gave Claraâs name.
They exchanged worried glances when they were told to wait for someone to come and get them. Worst-case scenarios sprang to mind as they sat in the waiting room. Finally, someone called their name.
However, it wasnât a doctor or nurseâit was a police officer.
#Hidden in plain sight#woso x reader#alexia putellas x reader#mapi x ingrid x reader#woso fanfics#barca femeni x reader#barcelona femeni x reader#angst
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In the middle
Pairings: James/Sirius, James/Sirius/Lily
Rating: Explicit
Summary: No one ever told him what it was like to meet your best friend three days after he joined you and your wife in bed.
No one ever spilled the beans about the internal crisis he'd be experiencing later.
A threesome that changed everything for them. Now James and Sirius will have to deal with the tension that arose from that night.
A/N: For @narcissa-black-supermacy who gave me this idea a while ago. This is what I came up with. :D It's mostly Prongsfoot with some Jilypad flavour. Very smutty smut. Hope you enjoy it!
Snippet under the cut.
The refrigerator hums in the corner of the kitchen as James escapes from the awkward moment he just had with Sirius in the living room.
Or, when Lily said, "I think you two should talk," before abruptly Flooing away with a roar of green flame to catch up with Mary in the Leaky Cauldron. Leaving them alone. Staring at one another. Aware of each other in a new way.
All Sirius had to do was raise his brow, a gesture he's honed to perfection over the years they've known each other.
This time it suggested what now?
James couldnât stand it.
No one ever told him what it was like to meet your best friend three days after he joined you and your wife in bed.
No one ever spilled the beans about the internal crisis he'd be experiencing later.
"Are you all right, James?" Sirius asks, having followed James to the kitchen.
"Of course," James says, staring at the pots, pans and other dishes that need to be washed. He rolls up his sleeves, places the plug into the sink and turns on the tap. After a splash of washing up liquid, he watches the foam form as if it were one of the great wonders of the world.
"It's admirable how much you care about keeping the kitchen clean."
The dry remark makes James determined not to turn around.
Seconds pass with only the sound of running water filling the room.
"Are you avoiding me because of the other night?"
"I â no. Of course not. It's what Lily wanted. She very much enjoyed it." James turns off the tap. Fuck. He doesn't want to talk about this.
"But you didn't?" Sirius is dissecting James's problem question by question, like he always does when faced with an issue to solve.
"I didn't say that," James mutters. He picks up the sponge and begins to wash the dried up tomato sauce from the pan. It was Lily's idea to invite Sirius over for dinner that night, and they enjoyed an excellent pasta Bolognese before she mysteriously left.
"Or maybe it bothers you because you did enjoy it?"
James drops the sponge into the sink and huffs as he searches for it through the foam.
"I don't understand. Why would it bother me? Nothing bothers me. I'm perfectly fine." He finds the sponge again and starts to scrub the pan vigorously.
"You don't like the implication."
Sirius always knows exactly where James's train of thought is going, and it's times like these when James truly wishes his best friend didn't know him so well.
"There's no implication."
"Really?" Sirius's voice is softer now. "One woman and two men. There's an implication. You do the math."
"I'm not â" James says, unable to finish the sentence. He rinses the pan, sets it aside to dry, and stands stiffly, clutching the kitchen counter.
"I'm not into blokes." There, he said it. It's what he's been telling himself over and over again for the last few days. It makes sense.
"Neither am I," says Sirius, approaching James from behind.
A moment later, hands come on the counter beside James, and a warm body leans against him. Sirius's breath tickles James's neck, giving him goosebumps.
"Not much anyway," Sirius murmurs.
James's heart jumps at that.
"Not much?" he repeats, his throat dry like sand.
"Sometimes I make exceptions." Sirius speaks in a low tone that rattles something inside James.
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considering my mental state three hours before the days-long wedding event starts, I don't think I'd have survived being upper class in previous centuries when you had to attend balls and constantly call on people.
#nothing important#why can't you have a nice quiet ceremony with like /max/ 20 people#why do we have to travel outside the city to a rented wedding place and be trapped there with 200 other people for over 24h#sorry I know it's gonna be fine in the end but I need to whine a bit#bc I hate the thought of not being able to escape on my own until it all ends next tuesday#and somebody gives me a 4h ride to the nearest train station
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It is possible to interact with people whom share opposing views and no this is not about pineapple on pizza. In fact, it is imperative that you learn how to be civil with some people who you may find difficult to agree with.
At work, Youngin would often tell me that the guy that trained him (Ginger) was a misogynist. I had never met Ginger, and I had very little to say on this matter. But I would ask Youngin some questions about him because I like to know the other seasonal workers a little. I ask about Ginger- first words from Youngin's mouth 'he's a misogynist.'
I asked him why he thought that. (There are many misogynists at this location, as someone that is woman-shaped I see it often, I am comparing notes.)
"We were on our way to a location and a driver was going really slowly. When he got around her he said 'fucking women drivers.' Like he was going out of his way to prove that the driver was a woman."
The last month or so, Youngin worked exclusively with me because I knew that it was a matter of time before he said something that pissed off one of the guys. He was not going to get along with people here, it just wasn't happening.
When he left, everyone wanted to know what he was like to work with. And I finally got to have a conversation with Ginger.
"I'd like to ask you something a little strange- he said that on his first day there was an issue with a driver going slowly. Can you tell me about that?"
"Oh yeah! She was going super slow and when I got around her I said 'yup- little old lady driving.' And he was like 'what's that supposed to mean?' And I just kind of dropped it, but I hear he was saying I was a misogynist over it?"
So I give Youngin some grace because he's young, he's got a social bubble that's very liberal, he has not met very many people that weren't part of that kind of scene. But he often talked about how every person here has said something that pissed him off and he seemed really surprised that I (woman-shaped queer liberal) would be okay working with all these sexist homophobes.
And I give grace to Ginger because he had no reason to think that his words would be interpreted like that. What he was saying was normal to him. This is... somewhat the culture of landscaping jobs. And its not even close to the worst thing I've heard out of these dudes mouths. (Literally had one of the dudes comment that he would like to 'motorboat' one of the pedestrians.)
It was weird for Youngin to carry that with him for the whole two months that he worked here, over a very... small comment.
Every single person I've worked with here has said something that has given me pause and I tuck it away to rant about later and then I let it go. If it gets out of hand, I talk to one of the bosses about it. I know how to contact HR. I came into this place knowing that I was going to disagree politically with most of the people that I work with because I'm coming in to a culture that is fundamentally different from my own.
If I am being frank, I find the overt bigotry somewhat better than the corporate bullshit of 'we value your contributions, but won't be granting your accommodations request out of fairness to other workers' or the glass cliff or literally being fired for my sexual orientation but phrased with 'oh you just weren't a good fit for the culture here.' I at least know what I'm getting into when I come to work. I know what not to talk about. Last time I thought I was safe to talk about something queer with my boss she blindsided me with some transphobic garbage.
Its admirable to stick up for the marginalized people in your life, but part of changing minds is knowing the time and the place to comment. I think I've changed more minds at this warehouse by being a visibly out lesbian at work than I have by making carefully crafted speeches.
That is fine. It is fine to disagree. Sometimes you have to work with racists, homophobes, and assholes. That is part of being an adult. You talk about things like... sports or TV or weather or some cool bug you saw. Finding common ground with people who are different from you in many ways is an important part of socialization and it sucks to think you have anything in common with a jackass but look- you're spending 7-ish hours with these people and at some point some of them are going to say stupid shit. You are going to say stupid shit also. I have said my fair share of stupid shit. Deal with the fact that you're all stupid shits.
And for fuck's sake, wear your hardhat.
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Isekaied as the Yandere Villain!? Pt 2
Part one
It was almost 2 minutes before I realized I was still dragging the crown prince behind me. I quickly dropped his hand and looked at him, not able to hide the embarrassment on my face. Listen- Iâm committed to the bit. I WILL be the crazy jealous fiancĂ©. But⊠Iâm still human ok. I just dragged a full grown man down several halls and a flight of stairs while I spaced out thinking about how Iâm gonna buy my cat premium wet food once I get back home to her.
Itâs fine, Iâm not flustered at spacing out about my cat, my characters just flustered because sheâs been holding the hand of the man sheâs obsessed with, thatâs all!
âWellâŠ. Did you still want to dine and take that walk?â
I expected him to scold me for my mistreatment of Cressida, grow irritated from me dragging him along like this. Instead, he chuckles and threads his arm in mine, and begins escorting me down the hall.
âAbsolutely, have you dined outside by the roses yet? Thereâs this lovely pavilion that I am eager to hear your thoughts on.â
And thatâs how I found myself under an impressive array of roses, all trained up and around a cozy dining area, creating a canopy of green and pink over an intimate tea table. The food was equally impressive, I had to keep reminding myself that the other me is used to this lavish lifestyle, to not gawk at the fancy tiny sandwiches and deserts.
âWell? Is everything to your liking? â
Iâm going off script here, how am I supposed to know how the villainess would react to a romantic scene like this?? If my âevil crazyâ side isnât supposed to be directed at him, and sheâs usually kinda distant and unsure around himâŠ. That means I should probably respond pretty curtly, polite, yet not really engaging. ButâŠ. Iâve already messed that upâŠ. I guess I can be more genuine when itâs the two of us like this. He can think that this version of me is the facade, that Iâm pretending to be pleasant, and then will start to see what a jerk âIâ truly am when Cressidaâs around. BesidesâŠ. I almost feel bad for the villainess. She really just seems like she was shy. Who knows- maybe, if given the opportunity, she really would have opened up more. Itâs clear she loved the prince, and just didnât know how to show it. So, with that thought, I made up my mind.
âItâs breathtaking! Roses are my favorite flower, and Iâve never seen so many kinds in bloom at onceâŠ. Plus the food and company leave little to be desired.â
There you go- slip in some subtle flirting! Iâm not quite sure what time period this is supposed to be, but I get the impression flirting as bit more high class here, and I think I can have some fun with that.
âIâm glad, to be honest I was a bit flustered asking you to dine with me⊠you caught me quite off guard today, but in a good way.â He reaches his hand across the table and places it on my own, âIâd like to do this more often, you and I. I feel like the confines of our current arrangement have left us practically strangers, despite being engaged for several months already. Iâm enjoying just being companionable with you, even if itâs just existing comfortably in the same room.â
Ohhhh, I know Iâm the villain in this story but I canât help but root for him- what a sweetheart! Itâs so obvious heâs been lonely, I canât wait for him and Cressida to fall in love and have a couple of kids that theyâll spoil rotten. And in the meantimeâŠ. Maybe I do have a bit of evil in me, because Iâm going to selfishly enjoy this handsome man treating me to lunches under roses and reading in cozy libraries while I can.
âI know exactly how you feel your highness. Now, you mentioned a walk?â
We spent the afternoon laughing and chatting, and it felt nice to chat without worrying too much about my role. He asked me about that book I picked out earlier, and listened attentively as I caught him up with where Iâm at in the plot. In turn, I asked about what papers heâs been signing, documents heâs been drafting, etc.
The only thing I had to do was send glares to any young ladies we passed, settling my hand on his arm possessively, and I saw their eyes widen and faces disappear behind fans as they whisper to one another. I can picture this illustrated in a manhwa- the nasty princess sinking her claws into the gullible prince⊠hopefully all these ladies will start gossiping and we can really cement this evil persona of mine now that Cressidaâs here.
When we returned to our separate apartments, I explored my rooms a bit until servants came to get me ready for dinner, and I slipped back into the frigid bitch persona. The servant girls dressed me in a slightly stuffy gown, but I had to admit, I looked gorgeous. I sat stiff and straight as they did my hair, forcing myself to be the very picture of cold indifference. I then dismissively thanked them for their help, then sat there awkwardly as they stared at me like I was crazy.
Ohhhh shitâŠ. The original story hadnât prepared me for this. My character was a villain, yes, but a side character for the most part! How was she supposed to act towards her servants? I went over what I knew- the novel showed the villainess alone quite often, usually obsessing over Eric and plotting/stalking. It showed her with Eric, and how distant and awkward their relationship was when together. And then of course the numerous scenes with Cressida where the Villainess did all sorts of heinous things to the sweet girl. But⊠it never depicted her with servants, or even any friends or other nobles. Just⊠Eric and Cressida. Was other me not actually a bitch all the time? Am I being unnecessarily rude right now? Oh god Iâm such an idiot.
The story is told through Cressidaâs point of view- of course thereâs more depth to my own character than I initially thought! The Villianess must be a misunderstood introvert! Unsure of how to act around her crush, sheâs fiercely insecure and jealous of this new girl who doesnât struggle the same way she does. When she notices the prince slipping from her grasp, she acts out against Cressida because she canât bear to lose Eric!
As someoneâs whoâs worked minimum wage jobs and struggled with social anxiety most of my life, I try to be nice to the people just working to survive, but here I am acting like these poor women are the dirt beneath my shoeâŠ. Ok. Um. Well theyâre still standing there in shock, I can fix thisâŠ.
âYou really did a lovely job⊠my hair has never looked so gorgeous, youâre truly talented! And I think the prince will be very pleased with this choice of ribbon!â
There- I was nicer, and I brought it back to Eric, so Iâm still the lovesick fiancĂ© whose entire world is waiting for her in the dining room. I frowned as the servants scuttled out of the room with hurried excuses, all of them looking like they were about to faint. Damn it⊠I canât believe I misread the relationship between us. I probably just ruined their night by being uncharacteristically rude. Iâve gotta learn their names next timeâŠ. Maybe ask them to help me eat some fancy pastries as an apologyâŠ?
I didnât know it, but while I was lamenting how wrong I was about the Villainessâ character, the servants were all gossiping to the others about what had just transpired.
âYouâre telling me she said THANK YOU!?â
âYes!!! And then you should have seen how nervous she got! She just rambled, blurting out such a sweet compliment, and she even tied it back to the prince!â
âI had no idea how precious she was⊠I canât believe I never realized sheâs just shy! In a new place, all alone aside from her new fiancĂ©âŠ. Who I gather sheâs got a bit of a crush on! Poor dear.â
âOhh our sweet girl, Iâm sure it must be hard bonding with the prince, when all you do is sit yards apart and hardly speak âŠâ
âWell I may have some news about that⊠and itâs no wonder she was a bit flustered today, because I saw the two of them in the gardens today! They were both nothing but smiles- absolutely smitten with one another!â
âSuch a lovely girl, and we never knew it all this time!â
Apparently, I had it backwards. The real villainess truly was a 2D, basic character. She was insecure and possessive over the prince, bullying Cressida half to remind her who Eric belonged to, half for the fun of it. But she didnât let on to anyone about the true depth of her love for him. She didnât gossip to her handmaid, didnât ask the servants which dress he would like better. Simply acted as if they did not exist, hardly saying a word to them.
While I thought my blunt âthank youâ was colder than they were used to, and then tried to smooth things overâŠ. It was more words than theyâd heard from me in the whole time Iâd lived in the palace. They lapped it up and declared me their own shy little dove after that.
When I arrived to dinner, I realized why daily dinners werenât exactly a bonding activity for the villainess and Eric. The table was massive, and only held two chairs, one at either end. It felt soâŠ. Cold?
Eric had beat me there, and quickly stood up from his seat, waiting until I sat and a servant pushed in my chair to retake his own seat. He smiled at me and said,
âGood evening, princess.â
He had to project his voice slightly. It wasnât like he was shouting or being loud, it was just the manner of speaking you use when talking to an elderly relative, clearer, and enunciating better so they could hear you.
I replied back, projecting my voice similarly, and found the conversation was, in fact, more awkward than it had been earlier. We ate our food mostly in silence, occasionally one of us would say something and the other would stop moving their utensils on their plate, listening closer as they ask,
âWhatâs that?â
By the time dinner was over and we each went to bed, I felt drained. I could have just been louder I suppose- but itâs so hard to keep up a conversation like that. I know we get along- we had chatted all afternoon after all. But some part of me realized itâs probably good to keep a bit of distance between us, even if Iâve rewritten things to be a bit chummier between the two of us. Cressida needs to swoop in and steal him from me⊠and my job is still to leave that room for her to do so.
Itâs hard trying to be someone else, yet also making sure you lead the plot in the right direction- itâs exhausting! I feel like both director and actress!
Itâs with this in mind that I launch myself into the softest bed Iâd ever felt, and passed out. My first day as princess consort, the Yandere fiancĂ©, complete.
While I was getting acquainted with my feather bed, Eric was speaking with the head waitstaff.
âYes, tomorrow, would you mind adjusting the seating situation? Iâd like for the princess consort and I to be closer together from now on. Yes, and ask my assistant to arrange my schedules like so, Iâve detailed it here. Thank you.â
At the same time, Cressida was recounting her run in with the prince and I to her handmaiden as she finishing unpacking and settling into her familyâs guest apartments. Which, unbeknownst to me⊠was right across the hall.
Aaaa! You survived your first day! And look at you- doing suuuuch a good job staying true to character. Nothing could go wrong⊠right?
Tag list for the series;
@bitternsweet @tonightwrites @confused-they @lanxianschoenheit @poptrim @siriuslyobsessedwithfiction @one-really-annoying-tree-rat @anonymousdisco @forbidden-sunlight
Tag list closed! Stay tuned for part 3!
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Intimate
Pairing: Matt x Reader
Wordcount: 2.1k +
In wich: matt has a borderline obsession with cock warming
Warnings: smut, cock warming, p in v, use of y/n, 1st pov, praise kink, name calling (slut), pet names, unprotected, creampie
(A/N: English is not my first language! Also this song has like barely anything to do w the plot, I just feel like thatâs the vibe. This is sort of like a blurb. Hope you guys like it <3)
One of the considerably weird things Matt is into is: cock warming.
I clench at the thought trying to focus on my history homework.
Iâve known Matt for practically all my life. Weâve always been close and no conversation between us was ever awkward.
Matt didnât seem like the type to be into that sort of stuff. But one day, when, we were hanging out and cuddling like we were normally, I felt a hardness at my butt.
When I turned back to look at him he was blushing. Matt had his arms wrapped around my waist, spooning me.
After I asked him what that is, he responded with a question. âCan I..?â He trailed off and I wasnât catching on to his train of thought.
âWhat? you want to fuck?â I huff rolling my eyesâŠnot that I would be against it.
âNo.â He said defensively squeezing my sides. âCan I just put it in?â Matt asked shyly.
I paused, But eventually complied. With the duvet being over us it shouldnât be too awkward. He shuffled out of his sweatpants and pulled mine down too.
And before I knew it his finger was inside of me and I was wet.
After a few moments I felt the head of his dick press against me before feeling his entire length slide into me.
I never thought heâd be into that, but even further, I didnât think that Iâd like it too.
I shift feeling the angle change.
âY/n/n, can you stop moving.â Matt huffs, his words sounding passive aggressive. He puts one of his hands on my hips to prevent as much movement as possible, his other hand still clutching his phone.
I clench again at the tone of his voice, slamming my pen down.
Ever since that day, when this first started off, I started to sit on him more often. Whether it was while we were cuddling or just mindlessly hanging out. Weâre not necessarily friends with benefits tho.
I guess he just likes the feeling⊠but so do I.
It was bad, like we hung out so much Chris and Nick started to make joking remarks about it.
About us hanging out so much that is, not the⊠whatever weâre doing.
Like it was so bad that practically every time we were alone somewhere private, I was probably sitting on his dick.
It feels so intimate and good, and if we still have time after, heâll rail me.
But Iâm saying that when weâre at home doing homework, Iâm sitting on his lap. Or when cuddling or sleepovers. Or even when we go get fast food to eat in the parking lot at night. Iâll climb over the middle console and sit down on it.
I was never a skirt person, but I started to wear skirts more often just for the easier access.
I could go hours just calmly sitting on it.
But sometimes after a while I would get frustrated.
I try to grind into him, Matt still holding me in place as much as he can.
âWhat? You wanna get yourself off on my dick?â He huffs. His grip on my hip gets harder making me whine, while his other hand still holds his phone.
Heâd been scrolling through TikTok and various other social media while I was trying to get all of my homework done.
And itâs been probably over an hour now and I was getting frustrated from all the homework. doing math first was definitely a mistake.
And while on a normal day I would be fine with the intimacy and wouldnât be trying to get myself off, the homework today was frustrating. And since Matt was already balls deep inside of me, I might as well.
He leans over putting his phone on my desk. With the movement his hand on my hip loosens giving me the opportunity to start to slightly ride him.
âFuck-â i sigh. I lean forward on my arms, trying to get as much friction as I can, both on my sweet spot and also my clit.
I hear Mattâs low groan. And suddenly his hands are on my hips again, holding me in place.
âY/n I swear, i will make you cum over and over again until youâre seeing fucking stars if you donât fucking stop right now and go back to your homework.â
His tone is authoritative and so hot. Why was he saying that like it would be such a bad thing anyway.
âMatt please.â I whine.
Sometimes Matt would get frustrated and fuck me while I wasnât even paying him any mind, and sometimes it was the other way around.
He huffs letting go of my hips. Matt leans back as he just watched me and my every move.
I let out a shaky breath once again, leaning forward more to lift myself better.
âFucking slut, getting yourself off on your best friends dick.â He rolls his eyes in exasperation.
His hands go to my waist, assisting my movements now instead of stopping me.
âIf you cum Iâm still gonna Make you warm me.â He warns his tone assertive.
Matt holds me in place for a few seconds and scoots the chair back. I sigh leaning forward, using my forearms to prop me up, before starting to ride him again.
His eyes were heavy lidded, his mouth dropped in a silent moan while he watches me.
He somehow seemed way less sensitive than me. But I can literally feel the knot starting to tie In My stomach just waiting to snap.
By this point I was panting and Matt was letting out some heavy breaths too.
âFuck- Matt, Mattâ I whine his name my voice pitching higher as i keep getting closer.
âYou close baby?â He breaths out keeping his hands on my hips for stability.
I let out a sharp breath letting my head drop forward as I keep up the angle and speed up in order to reach my climax faster.
âYeah.â One of my hands go down to my clit to rub it, resulting in my other arm having to hold me up alone.
âCome then.â He demands, his voice sounding cocky. I can hear him breathe heavily and bite his lip to keep quiet.
With his hands tightening on my hips, I feel the knot in my stomach snap.
I let out a loud moan, piercing through the, otherwise, mostly quiet room.
I sit down again my pussy convulsing around his cock.
I sigh, trying to calm down again. Mattâs hands rub my sides, holding my back to his chest and mumbling sweet nothings into my ear.
âYou good?â He asks after I mildly catch my breath. I lean more into him, my eyes fluttering closed as I mumble an agreement.
âYou gonna go back to your homework now, orâŠ?â He trails off waiting for me to answer.
âNoâ I breathe out and slightly look over my shoulder to make eye contact with him.
He lets his huge grin take over his features. He picks me up gently, making me wince, to wich he whispers encouraging praises into my ear.
My back makes contact with my bed. I sigh at the feeling of the soft sheets under me. And I watch as Matt hurriedly takes off his shirt.
I was still wearing my mini skirt and a long sleeve shirt, but Matt didnât look like he was going to take them off. The access was easy, so really, why do the extra work.
Matt rubs my lower stomach, while his other hand holds his dick. He glides it up my folds before slipping it back into me. I whine at the feeling throwing my head back into the mattress.
Iâm still sensitive from my previous orgasm and also from the hour of cock warmingâs
It wasnât like he wasnât sensitive too. I could see him physically hold back from releasing right then and there.
Our eyes stay locked while he starts to rock his hips against me. I can feel him hit that spot in me that makes pure euphoria shoot through my entire body.
Despite not being labeled, it always felt so intimate with Matt.
Maybe it was because most of the time it was literally just cock warming and nothing else. But sometimes, when it did come to the actual intercourse - penetration type of thing, it still felt intimate.
âSo good for me baby.â He breaths out. Our eyes stay locked, my mouth dropped in quiet moans.
âFuck- you like being filled?â He chuckles. His hand stays on my lower abdomen, pressing down slightly to feel himself.
I close my eyes briefly trying to respond, but the way his hips snap into me, and the way he still manages to make this feel sensual, has my head fuzzy.
âFuck..â Matt breaths out his eyes staying locked on my face. âToo fucked out to answer now?â
All I can do is whine out his name and moan loudly, and he takes pride in that. I know he does. I can see it in his eyes.
âYou wanna be fucking full all the time, donât you baby?â Matt taunts, somehow speeding up even more.
I clench around him my legs going stiff at the constant and heavy stimulation.
Matt notices and readjusts, picking up my legs further so theyâre on his shoulders before he picks up pace again.
âCloseâ I whine out, I can feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter by the second, threatening to snap anytime now.
âGood girlâ he hums. Mattâs fingers find their way towards my clit as he starts to vigorously rub it.
âOh god-â I moan loudly throwing my head back, my eyes shutting tightly as I try not to get overwhelmed, even tho i already am.
âEyes on me.â Matt speaks lowly also panting. His movements pick up pace getting more rough and messy, indicating that heâs close too.
My eyes snap open, immediately meeting his. And as soon as they do, I feel my body convulse, my orgasm washing over me like a wave. But despite that, I try to keep my eyes on Matt as best as I can.
âSo pretty.â He breathes out harshly and before either of us know it, he gives me one last thrust and fills me up.
I pant, trying to catch my breath. I feel a thin layer of sweat coat my skin, but despite that, I love this feeling.
This post orgasmic state was sending me into almost as much euphoria as the sex itself.
I watch through lazy, heavy-lidded eyes as Matt sits up straighter, moving my legs from off of his shoulders.
âYou wanna clean up or sleep like this sweetheart?â He asks tilting his head. Matt was trying to contain a goofy smile.
âJust..â I trail off and let out a breath. Damn I didnât realize just how out of breath I am.
âJust lay down.â I breathe out.
He licks his lips his eyes wandering from my face to my body and how itâs still clothed.
âYou wanna sleep with clothes, orâŠâ he trails off. Mattâs eyes come to meet mine again with a playful glint.
âMatt, I donât careâ I say exasperated.
âI wanna cuddle?â He says like I said we wouldnât. I huff a slight laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation at hand.
Matt huffs trying and failing to hold back a smile. He gently and slowly pulls out in order to not hurt me. But I still wince from the over stimulation.
He pulls the skirt back down and than reaches for the zipper. He pulls the skirt off tossing it to the floor carelessly.
He then reaches for my long sleeve shirt. I sit up slightly so he can take that, and my bra also off.
Now being nude under him, he looks satisfied. He hums in approval and wordlessly lays down next to me, before I feel his arms go around my waist.
âYou think you can warm me, baby?â He whisper sweetly into my ear. I feel a shiver run down my spine from his tone of voice. My eyes shut I take in his silk like words.
âCorse.â I breathe out pushing my hips back into him to tease him.
Matt chuckles lowly. I feel his length slide through my folds. Still being soaked in our combined juices, it was fairly easy for him to slip back in, not that it didnât make me moan.
I felt way too sensitive, but like hell would I ever say no to this.
Matt chuckles at the low moan I let out. He has his arm spread out so I can lay on it his other arm around my waist. âYou do like being full?â He asks in fake shock.
âYou were the one that started this tho?â I question right back not moving at all. Simply keeping my eyes closed and enjoying the closeness and intimacy.
âTouchĂ©.â
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toying with you.
warnings: smut, thigh-riding. sprinkle of angst.
pairing: LN x Reader
âââ
it wasnât often that you watched him train. but today was different. today; he asked you to watch.
No. He instructed you to watch.
Lando could tell something was off with you this morning. When he asked what was wrong you simply said âIâm fineâ or âdonât worry about itâ.
He always knew when you were lying, even by the slightest of ways. Whether it was the way you made your breakfast; swift and without care, or the way you spoke with haste instead of your usual attentiveness.
He always noticed.
But it was just one of those days. no rhyme or reason why you were agitated.
You just were.
Unfortunately, Lando was stubborn and unrelenting. He wasnât going to stop hounding you until you told him what was wrong. Even going as far as to wrapping his arms around your waist; pulling your frame into his own knowing how addicted you are to the comfort of his hold.
But instead of crawling into his embrace, you pulled back, resting your arms back at your sides with a grumbled sigh.
seriously lan, Im fine, just leave me alone.
As soon as the harsh words flew from your lips, a pang of guilt rang deep within your chest. Landoâs eyes flickered with a mixture of hurt and confusion, you could tell that he was contemplated whether it was something he did; whether it was somehow his fault, however, you didnât have the energy to deal with it at the moment. Instead, you just walked away before things got worse.
It wasnât until hours later that you started to feel like yourself again; building up the courage to go seek him out. When you found him, an unsure smile reached your lips as he sat comfortably in the living room, watching a show you couldnât place. You tried making small talk, asking what he wanted for dinner, asking what he was watchingâŠ
âŠand you were met with nothing.
So many questions, yet after your little outburst this morning, it seemed Lando gave you the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. You couldnât help but roll your eyes at him when you were met with the silence, or the slight shrug of his shoulders.
Childish. yet, you knew you deserved it.
So, you were definitely surprised when you received his text later that evening.
Iâll be in the gym at 7. join me
You stared at the screen. Puzzled. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard; wanting to send a plethora of questions. Never had Lando asked you to join him for his gym sessions. He flippantly claimed you were too much of a distraction.
But before you could respond, a tiny speech bubble bounced across the screen.
wasnât a question y/n. be there at 7.
Your eyebrows furrowed. no emojis, no xâs or oâs that would be littered through his usual texts.
Just a direct instruction that you felt obligated to follow.
So here you were, attempting to silence your racing thoughts around why Lando asked you to be here. He hadnât said a word to you since you entered the room. Your skirt delicately brushed against your skin as you watched him; your legs bouncing anxiously as you sat there. waiting. patiently.
You tried distracting yourself with the way the warm sun sizzled against your skin, painting the room with a golden hue. Or the way the heat caused droplets of sweat to hypnotically fall from Landoâs messy curls. Or the way your eyes naturally gazed down to his arms; veins tensed as his hands strained against the grip of the weight above him.
it worked for a moment. that simple distraction.
but now, you found your thoughts consumed by something elseâŠ
your thoughtful gaze found itself trailing down, noticing how landoâs shirt rode up ever so slightly; exposing his v-line.
While on a usual day you would be salivating at the outline of his boxers, today, all you could focus on were his thighs as they flexed with even the slightest of movements.
You couldnât help as your stomach fluttered with butterflies at the sight.
stop it. You mentally chastised yourself for objectifying something that was so inherently innocent, but you couldnât help yourself. there was something so lewd, about the picture in front of you.
The sudden sound of Landoâs trainer snapped you out of your trance. Heat rushed to your cheeks, painting ur skin in a rosy pink hue as you forced yourself to look away. You werenât about to get caught staring; especially by Landoâs trainer.
A moment passed as they exchange pleasantries, a day well done apparently. You were too distracted to notice, but at least Landoâs tone seemed light as he sent his trainer off with a curt grin.
It wasnât long before you felt a curious set of eyes fall on you. Analysing. Reading you like you were an open page of his favourite book. âSeems Iâm more of a distraction than you are.â He murmured bemusingly âSomething on your mind?â
Your eyes snapped back to his, surprise painting your features at Landoâs unexpected blasĂ© nature despite of everything that happened this morning. You shook your head; lazily leaning back onto your seat and crossing your arms in annoyance. âCare to explain why youâve been ignoring me all day?â
With a click of his tongue, Lando shook his head âYour words y/n, you wanted to be left alone soâ" his voice trailed off for a small moment.
âI left you alone.â He shrugged.
You hummed in response. You should have felt content with his response. It made sense. Yet, a part of you still felt jaded and hurt by his cold demeanour towards you.
As if immediately recognising your hesitancy, a tired sigh fell from Landoâs lips. âCome here.â He murmured, extending his hand towards you. Curiously, you pushed yourself off of the couch with a huff, taking small, uncertain strides towards Lando as he eyed you with sincerity.
Before you could react, Lando roughly grabbed your wrist, forcefully tugging your body down to his own as he placed you on his thigh. You squealed at the sudden gesture.
âLando!â you scolded as strong arms snaked its way around your waist in an attempt to steady you and ur pulsing heart. With a hand to your chest, you attempted to calm your uneven breaths.
Lando couldnât help the hearty chuckle that bellowed from his chest, not even bothering to hide the smirk that was plastered across his face. He loved seeing you flustered in every way imaginable.
âSorry.â He muttered nonchalantly. Clearly unapologetic as he brought his hand to your face; his fingers brushing away the stray hairs that found themselves out of place, instead, placing them neatly behind your ear. âNowââ He began, his tone shifting slightly more serious, âWant to tell me whatâs been happening in that pretty little head of yours?â
You could barely register the words that were said. Instead, all you could focus on was the friction that bound tight at your core, the thin lace of your panties that suddenly strained against Landoâs skin.
He seemed unaware, still distracted by your hair. the very hair you wish heâd bury his hands in and tug on the strands; maybe heâd call you a little brat for your behaviour this morningâ
You silently wondered if he could see right through you. What you were thinking. The fact that even the smallest of movements could crumble your resolve.
âY/n?â
Your eyes widened as they snapped to his. His smirk had fallen to a boyish grin as his gaze swirled with newfound amusement. He tilted his head, trailing his fingers from your hair to your jawline. With a hum, he spoke lowly, âIf youâre not interested in talking about this morning, why donât you tell me whatâs got you so flustered?â
Landoâs jaw clenched as he assessed you. every movement, every flinch. Anything that could give away the clear desire that you felt building at your core.
You sighed heavier than expected. âIâm not flustered. Iâm annoyed.â
âWith me?â He tilted his head curiously whilst his fingers continued their exploration down the side of your throat, crossing over every divet before letting his hand rest behind your neck. His grip was light, but noticeable. Your skin exploded in goosebumps at the anticipation of something more. You wanted, needed, something more.
âEspecially with you.â
âMmâŠâ he hummed approvingly, wetting his lips as his other hand began its teasing assault on your hips, drawing up your skirt ever so slightly as he tightened his grip. âAnything I can do to fix that?â
You shook your head. attempting to use one of your hands to push yourself off of him. This time, you werenât surprised at the sudden clutch of your wrist. However, you were surprised by how easy it was for Lando to pull you further into him. The harsh movement causing his muscles to flex, sending pulsating waves to your core. You bite the inside of cheek, attempting to hold in the whimpers that threatened to escape, but nothing could hide the rosiness that burned across your skin. A constant reminder of Landoâs effect over your body.
âAre you sure y/n?â he teased, softly grabbing the side of your cheeks with his index finger and thumb before bringing his face close to your ear.
âyou must be so...â you could barely hear his voice as he murmured sweetly against your skin, trailing soft fleeting kisses trailing down your neck. âfrustrated.â
Your hands curl around his shirt, gripping the cotton as you attempted to ignore the delicious assault. âYouâre toying with me?â you mutter, taking in shallow breaths as your eyes flutter closed; your senses consumed by Landoâs every movement.
You feel him smile against your skin âonly because youâre letting me.â
âAdmit it.â he whispered, leaving lingering kisses across your collarbone. The feeling of his lips hovering against your sensitive skin sent electric shocks down your spine. So much so, you didnât even notice how your back arched; your head tipping ever so slightly to give lando access to even more of you.
He sighed longingly against you âSpending the whole day without me to get you off. You were practically drooling the minute you saw me.â
Embarrassed couldnât begin to describe how you were feeling, but it was especially made worse by the amused laugh that reverberated from the man in front of you. âTalk to me babyâ âmiss your sweet voice.â
âWhatâs got you so needy for me?â
There was no hiding from Lando. You could either tell the truth and face the potential lifetime of embarrassment that would soon follow, or, lie, and not get what you wanted.
What you really needed.
Letâs face it. you werenât in the mood to be denied.
not tonight, atleast.
âYour thighs.â You murmured. Barely a whisper, barely a breath. You wondered if he even heard you. especially since he didnât seem to react to your words. Instead, his chaste kisses travelled up your neck; one planted softly on your cheek before reaching messily to the side of your lips.
Lando pulled back for a moment, shamelessly admiring you. While you averted his gaze, you took a peek at him through your eyelashes; attempting to fight the thrashing heat against your skin. âThere we go.â He hummed approvingly. âWas that so hard?â He tilted his head, a familiar sense of mischief dancing on his features.
But a moment of silence followed. Any sense of urgency that Lando had seemingly dissipated as he lazily leaned back, continuing to assess your features. His hands clutched around your wrists; taking away any possible chance of escape.
âWell?â You snapped. all this work to get you to admit something so humiliating and depraved and now⊠nothing?
âWell what?â he questioned with a scoff. âYou think Iâm going to help you?â You could tell he was still toying with you. Clearly, he was still mad about this morning.
âIâm just respecting your wishes baby.â
What a childish little prickâ Heat returned to your cheeks, as you realised what he was doing. you tried averting his gaze, pulling your hands back so you could leave, but you couldnât, he was too strong. Any tug at your wrists would be met with him pulling you back tenfold.
With a click of his jaw and a boyish grin he cut the tension with his teasing voice, âCome on baby; you donât need to ask, just take what you need from me. Anything to make you feel better.â His tone dripped with mockery, there was something about it that felt so degrading, almost as if he enjoyed seeing you clearly suffer; clearly needing more than what he was willing to give.
You shook your head: your lips in an âoâ shape as you sat there in disbelief. a small moment passed, one that felt like a lifetime.
Fuck it. If heâs so adamant on playing this game with you, then you might as well win it.
âYouâre fucking insufferable.â you murmur, forcing yourself out his grip to plant your hands into his curly strands; leaning your body further into him and positioning yourself perfectly against his thigh.
Pulling at the strands, a low groan rumbled from Landoâs chest. The sound sending waves of pure euphoria through your body as you repeated the same assault he practiced on you; nipping and pulling at his skin with each intense kiss.
You whined lowly as you felt Landoâs hand begin to travel under your shirt, his cool fingers causing goosebumps to reappear on your skin as he slowly traced across your stomach; your chest; before roughly gripping your breast. it didnât take long for your body to respond to his, melding into one another.
You needed him. His fingers, his tongue. his cock. anything that could help release the tension that pooled at your core. Hiding your face into the nape of his neck, you planted small kisses against his skin; revelling in the faint oud smell of his cologne; continuing to roll your hips against him to aid the lingering ache between your legs.
âHas my baby become a slut for me just from my thighs?â You hear Lando tease yet his voice sounded far as you remained trapped in the sensations of his hands. His fingers drew hypnotic circles around your nipple as his other hand harshly tugged at your hips, rhythmically following your own movements. For a small moment. You wondered whether Lando knew how strong he actually was, whether was aware that the tight grip he had on you were would leave haunting bruises on your skin the next day. marking you as his, and only his.
You pulled away from him, causing his fingers to fall from your delicate skin. You look down, frustration clearly plastered across your features. âplease lan.â you whimper softly. You felt your pleasure building ever-so-slightly; waves of heat radiating across your whole body yetâ
it wasnt enough, it would never be enough. You knew that. He knew that.
âPlease what?â his mocking tone sent a shiver coursing through your spine as he tilted his head. - slight curve teased his lips. âYou had so much to say this morning, but now, it seems you can barely find your words.â
âStop punishing me.â You grumbled.
âPunishing you?â
âIâm not punishing you y/n. youâre the one who told me you wanted to be left alone.â He said matter-of-factly. Even so, his eyes lingered downwards, watching as his fingers trailed over your exposed thighs, across the soft skin before planting himself right between your legs, tracing over the delicate fabric; hovering over the sensitive nerves that ached to be touched.
âLook at you. youâve made such a mess for me already and Iâve barely even touched you baby.â His other hand rested around the nape of your neck; his thumb gently tapping the side of your throat, as if he was teasing the thought of tightening his grip.
You hated it. You hated how humiliated you felt. Lando had you melting on top of him, writhing in the most degrading way imaginable without so much as a thought of release for you.
You turned your head slightly, a breathy sigh leaving your lips at the realisation.
âY/n.â Lando called knowingly; pulling your focus back to him before your thoughts could sabotage you further.
Your attention snapped back to his as his eyes trailed longingly over your features. âif you need me, you better start using your words. no more hiding in that pretty little head of yours.â
it was funny that even in such a intimate moment Lando tried to counsel you, make you feel better; safe, supported. Heâd been that way your whole relationship; which only made you feel even more guilty for snapping at him this morning.
fine. he wants me to use my words. so be it.
You pondered his words with a small smile before leaning in, wrapping your arms around his tense shoulders. Your lips brushed against his in the slightest of touches. âLan, I need you. âneed you so fucking bad.â You werenât afraid of a little begging, you knew how much he loved it.
Your fingers trailed the back of his neck before delving back into his hair. âNeed your fingers to help get me off, dâyou think you can do that for me baby?â You whispered.
His eyes widened at your sudden directness. âFuckâŠâ he hissed as you tugged on his curls. you could tell he was caught off guard, but that quickly washed away as you felt his grip tighten around your waist; guiding your hips as they rolled against him. âThereâs my sweet girl.â he muttered. Fingers that were previously wrapped around your neck disappeared into your panties; the large digits not even hesitating to roughly push against your aching clit.
You felt that familiar pressure build and build as his fingers circled your core. Controlled and rough.
It didnât take long for the melding of pleading whines and pleasured moans to fill the room, you begged for more, and more, and more; pushing your hips further into him as Lando praised, worshipped and fulfilled you completely. âSo beautifulâ so fucking wet for me.â he muttered harshly; possessively.
It only took his sinful tone to send you to the point of no return; pulsing waves flooding your body leaving you a whimpering mess in Landoâs hold to keep you steady as he continued to shower you with affirmations âthatâs it baby, cum all over my thigh; show me desperate you are for me.â
You felt his movements slow, giving you a chance to breathe while sending aftershocks up and down your spine. You hid yourself in his neck, exhaustion hitting you out of no where. You left a small kiss at the base of his neck as your heart rate attempted to lower itself.
Lando comfortingly trailed his other hand down your back. âSee baby, a lot of good can come from using your words.â He quipped lowly.
âShould try it again next time.â
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won't you be my sunshine-a.h.
a/n: runner!hotch x sunshine!reader !! sooooo fluffy, first hotch fic of mine so be gentle with me! lots of pining and happy end <3 happy to continue with these two in an au!
Aaron Hotchner is not a particularly emotive man.Â
This is a skill he has honed, a cherished quality that was not born of luck or of natural ability, but a skill that he has honed down to a fine tip point. He needs to be, in this job. Itâs cost him things, of course, but for the most part, Aaron is happy with his choices. He takes a firm line with people he works with, and does not always let up in his personal life.
The only time this sometimes causes a hitch, is in his romantic life.
Which isnât to say that he has one.Â
There is a woman who reads in the park every morning. Aaron affectionately thinks of this bench as her bench, as it is marked by wisterias and hyacinths on either end of it. Itâs something of a ritual, after his runs, that they talk.Â
Itâs fun. He doesnât have a lot of space for fun. Heâd collapsed on the bench one day after siphoning his anger at a particular case into a difficult run. Heâd crashed onto the bench, sweaty and exhausted and hadnât even seen her there. Which is a bit impressive, as sheâs hard to miss the sight of. It is also in equal measure embarrassing. Itâs not every day you collapse in front of a gorgeous woman, disturbing her from what is likely a lovely afternoon in the park.
Thatâs how it started, anyway. She doesnât run, so each break is punctuated by her company. Heâs actually not sure if theyâre flirting. Heâs not very good at that- the last time he has to he was 17 and so full of unearned confidence, he lucked into a partnership.Â
Now, heâs a bit older and a lot more scarred. Sheâs younger than him, not by much. She laughs with her whole chest at his dry, glib humor- and this is something Aaron had forgotten. The joy of a beautiful, wonderful womanâs company beside you.Â
He feels a little out of place next to her. Romance is not something he does. Ever thought heâd do again, really. Thatâs not to say that this is romance. Their romance is almost entirely hypothetical. He thinks of her at work, which is a monumental development in and of itself.Â
âSo, how was the paperwork? I know youâve been taking a little more on since your colleague had a baby. Itâs so kind of you to do it.â She asks him on a beautiful August morning.Â
He fights off a blush that she remembers what heâs done for JJ. Heâs not big on mentioning his own good deeds. Aaron believes that this would cancel it out. Still, her praise is a warm balm to the exhaustion that plagues him. Itâs hedonistic, the way he wants her to say more about him. He wonders absentmindedly if she knew everything about him thatâs hard to love, sheâd still paint him with such a light and warm glance. Sheâs bright enough, heâs tempted to tell her everything about him just because she asks.Â
âIt wasâŠalright. My team is excellent. Iâm lucky to work with people like them, it makes the process better. I couldnât ask for more.â
She giggles a little at this, and thereâs that roar of affection.Â
He feels a sense of ease around her, one that is suspicious for him. He tries not to romanticize, but this connection is hard not to. Sheâs beautiful- this is obvious to anyone who meets her, a simple truth of her. But Aaron is trained to notice things little factors that show the truth of someone.Â
He likes to watch her- itâs a pleasant thing, getting to be in her presence. Itâs a little addicting, the way she looks at him. It makes him feel like all of the things he knows to be true of himself- his relative failures, the closed-off nature of his demeanor- are things that not only can be overlooked, but donât seem to be in her line of sight at all. Itâs an honor, to have her doe eyes rake over the sight of him, to meet him with gentle conversation.Â
He tries not to notice that she is gorgeous. Aaron has been around beautiful women, of course- this is not something that should surprise him. But thereâs something effervescent about her, something that his him wondering if itâs possible that she might feel the same way about him. He knows that he used to be a more attractive man, but now. Well, heâs a bit bruised, both metaphorically and physically.Â
It feels odd to even think of this happening. Sheâs just got a warm, sweet tone and he replays what itâs like when she greets him. She smiles her brilliant grin and sometimes hugs him. Itâs embarrassing how much he likes the feeling of it- soft curves against hard muscle and scarred skin. She always smells wonderful, and he wonders how nice it would be to have more of this.Â
âI like your new shirt, by the way.â She smiles at him, and his heart jumps. It feels juvenile, but- sheâs wearing a new lipstick, it seems. Her beautiful pout looks awfully tempting.Â
âI like the lip color,â he tries to compliment back amenably, but that doesnât stick. Instead, it comes out too earnest. Heâs hyper aware of the fact that sheâs right by him. She flushes, and Aaron feels a surge of pride.Â
âThank you,â she says, voice softer and flattered, and isnât that a pretty sound? Heâd love to do that for her, make her feel seen, make her feel like sheâs as beautiful as she is, âI thought you might like it.â
Itâs her directiveness that breaks the seal, he supposes looking back. Because she wore the lipstick for him. Thatâs just about the only thing it can mean, and he is struck with a particularly sensory fantasy of what it would be like to slot his mouth against hers- he gets the feeling it might be worth it even if he gets the color on his mouth.Â
Heâs a gentleman, though, he decides after a decidedly ungentlemanly amount of time spend staring at the gorgeous curve of her lips.Â
âWould you want to get dinner with me?â He hears himself say it before heâs processed it, and then itâs out into the world. His heart is hammering and heâs blaming on the run, when god, itâs absolutely about how breathtaking she looks, the sunlight reflecting off her hair like a halo. When she beams back at him, she looks particularly angelic.Â
Itâs then, she leans over and kisses him on the cheek.Â
âI thought youâd never ask.â
(Months later, when she is sitting on his kitchen counter and he is standing between her legs, gazing down at her with unabated fondness because he is entitled to that, he reflects on this moment and thinks god, how lucky am I, that I ran past that bench?)Â
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THAT FEELING WHEN / âshe looks perfectâ
enhypen ïœĄïœĄ their âsheâs perfectâ moments
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LEE HEESEUNG
one thing heeseung loved to do was watch his pretty girlfriend sit in front of her huge mirror while getting ready. loving the way youâd apply lip gloss on your lips knowing heâd kiss it all away in a minute anyway.
it was always one of those moments when heâd get to admire you as much as heâd like, his eyes chasing after every detail of your face in fear heâd forget about it if he didnât.
âseung, can you pass me my bag?â you ask, unaware of the way his eyes glazed over, doe-eyed. ââseung?â
âyeah?â he said, absentmindedly. you turn to him with a pout and only then did he snap out.
âmy bagââ
âdo you know how perfect you look right now?â your eyes flickered to his, âyou look perfect all the timeâ how do you always look this pretty?â
PARK JONGSEONG
itâs always been hard to waver jay. he was never swayed that easily nor did he get shy a lot. so why was it so hard for him to focus on studying whenever you were around?
he had stacks of books all splayed out in front of him and a test to study for, yet all he could think about was how you looked smiling and laughing with your friends hours ago.
âjay?â hearing that voice, he thinks heâs never looked up that fast in his life, âhi, can i sit here?â
well, now he knows he can never get any studying done, âyeah, sure, of course.â
âhave you been studying for long?â you ask, taking a seat right across from him, as if your mere presence wasnât already a menace to his heart rate yet.
âno, i just started actuallyâ a little white lie wouldnât hurt. which he was glad for saying, because he spent the next two hours studying (mostly talking) with you. and he thought heâs gotten comfortable with talking to you, but that was until he attempted to crack a joke that gauged no reaction out of you.
âi mean, well, youâre always prettyâ smart. smart and prettyâ he sputtered, wishing he stayed silent, his dilemma was cut short by the soft chuckle you made. when he picked up the way your dimples showed and the way your eyes creased crescents, he knows he a goner.
SIM JAEYUN
your room was one of the places jake loved to be in. it didnât matter what he was doing, it just felt better to do it in your room. it was nothing, however, without your presence. maybe it was because of your habit to leave music lulling away through every corner of your room, jake convinces himself.
he loved your room, and he loved you (though you didnât know it yet) and he was completely fine with it. he was doing his project on your bedroom floor while you were sat on your window sill, typing up an essay.
itâs been hours since you both sat down in silence only letting the music to fill in the atmosphere.
âdo you have a ruler i can borrow?â he asked, eyes still trained on his work. when you didnât answer, his eyes turned to you for a moment, âhey, dââ
jake was reconsidering your friendship the moment he turned to look at you again, double taking at the sight. there was a beautiful sunset right behind you, and yet the only thing he could look at was you.
everything was fading away and you were the reason. all of his desires were begging him to reach out to you and ruin all that heâs built up until now, and while usually heâd create up a logical reason not to, this time, maybe a logical part of him wanted that too.
PARK SUNGHOON
sunghoon has never prioritized a day more than his day-ins. where all he needed to do was lay in bed and rest as long as he wanted. usually, heâd ignore everyone who tried to disturb him during those days. but if it was you, all it took was a call and heâs right outside your apartment.
âwhy didnât you call me earlier, baby?â he sighs, fingers carving through your hair lulling you to sleep.
âi didnât want to bother youâ you pout, looking up at him. if you were any more adorable, sunghoon thinks he might not be able to restrain himself from kissing you breathless.
âbother me all you want, iâm yours to bother anywayâ he says absentmindedly. unaware of the effect his words has on you, he always knew what to say at all the right times and that never failed to make you warm.
only after half an hour did you finally decide to let the sleep overtake you. sunghoon who was about to ask you if you wanted to eat, looked down to see his girlfriendâs arms around him.
he carefully moved the hair out of your face, brushing the little strands to the side. at first, he found you adorable looking this peaceful, but after a while he found himself not being able to look away. his hand cupping your jaw as his thumb gently rubbed your skin.
his eyes roamed your face possibly about a dozen times, hoping heâd remember every last detail of it to the way your lips pout slightly in your sleep. he found it baffling how you could look so perfect even while sleeping.
planting a small longing kiss on your forehead, sunghoon laid his head on top of yours. not realizing the slight smile on your lips nor the way you snuggled slightly closer to him.
KIM SUNOO
the door to the apartment drew open and sunoo looked exhausted. he needed his girlfriend and thankfully, the moment he was in, you were right there in front of him, sat on the couch.
sunoo walked to where you were, arms going around your body, face on your chest, hoping he could just stay like this forever. he caressed your sides and inhaled your scent until he looked up to you and noticed the familiar pattern of the hoodie you were wearing.
âbaby, is this my hoodie?â he asks, heart melting when he saw you dig your face deeper into the hoodie in embarassment. he was about to shoot you a comment until your eyes peeped out of the hoodie and gazed at him.
this whole situation was ridiculous, more ridiculous as he was suddenly unable to think of anything except for the way you stared up at him so adorably. the doe eyes you shot him was enough to make him nervous.
just as fast as you did, you covered your whole face back under the hoodie, leaving sunoo trying to recollect himself, acting as if the fact that you were buried under his clothes and engulfed in his scent didnât make him drunk on your existence.
YANG JUNGWON
music was blasting loudly. and somehow, jungwon wasnât actively trying to avoid the place. reason of cause? you. more specifically, the way your hands wrapped around his arm. a simple action enough to drive him nuts. maybe if he was aware of the way he was following you like a lost puppy heâd snap out of it, but for now, heâs stuck to you.
âwonnie, do you want some punch?â you ask, grabbing a clean cup and pouring yourself a glass.
âhm?â he attempted to register the situation and once he did, he carefully took your cup away from you, âare you sure this is safe? we both know you canât handle your alcoholâ
maybe thatâs exactly what you need right now though, some alcohol in your system because the way your boyfriend had his sleeves rolled up to his arms and the way his hair sat messily on top of his head was making you insane.
âcome on, wonn, just a littleâ you tilt your head to the side. and that was when jungwon had his little shit moment. the way you looked tonight in the dim lighting and that smile of yours, it was all too overwhelming for him.
all those moments heâs had with you is all catching up to him and his heart feels so full of love for you, he doesnât know what to do. only then can he gulp, and nod at his girlfriend as he watches her eyes light up, giving him a split secondâs kiss that had him grinning from ear to ear while following her from behind.
NISHIMURA RIKI
âriki come on! the sunsetâs about to startâ
your voice echoing from ahead, riki was struggling to keep up with your pace, his legs running as fast as he could through the road.
âslow downâ he huffs, breathing heavily as his feet finally lands on sand and his pace slowing down. despite the need to heave, he continued his slow walk towards you, who had your back towards him.
he stood beside you and he turned to you, just about to scold you for making him run with you, but all his words died on his tongue as he saw the way your eyes reflected the sunset.
he willed himself to look ahead for a split second before his eyes trailed back to you, riki wondered how someone could look so pretty compared to the view right in front of him. he wondered how even though you annoyed him most times, he couldnât look away from you right now.
he told himself it was because of how you looked dumb gaping at a sunset but even then you looked unreal, riki didnât understand your fascination with sunsets when you could just look at yourself in the mirror.
but heâll never tell you that, in fact, he promised himself heâs only going to look at you for that long only for this moment. only because the orange hues reflecting off your skin made you look perfect, only because he knew he couldnât pay any amount of money to get to see something as pretty as that smile of yours. only this time.
spoiler: that wasnât the last time.
juni : this took too long bruh
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Wrong photo!
AGED UP AGED UP BRO NO PEDOS
Denki kaminari x fem!reader
You accidentally send Denki a photo of your tits instead of homework, you didnât expect him to send his dick back
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a/n okay so this is inspired by a post I saw, I forgot the name of the blog but if someone knows can you put the name in the comments? Inspired by this text message thing where you accidentally send mha boys nudes
warning: swearing ,nudes, oral m and f, boobie sucking, fingering đđ
ALL CREDS GOING TO THE INSPIRED CREATOR
You groan and slam your head onto the table in frustration. This homework was impossible; no matter how many times you went over it, the answers just wouldnât come. The jumble of equations and theories seemed to mock you from the pages of your textbook.
Grumbling, you pulled out your phone, feeling a mix of desperation and determination. You opened your chats and scrolled to Bakugoâs name. He was one of the smartest kids in class, and despite his rough exterior, you knew he could help.
*name*: bakugo can you help me with this homework?
explosion tits: no figure it out yourself dumbass
*name*: this is why you get no bitches
explosion tits: kys.
You scoffed in annoyance. Whatâs up his ass recently? you wondered, fidgeting with your phone. The dorms were unusually quiet, with most of the students away at various hero training sessions. Only you and three other kids were left behind, making the place feel almost deserted.
Scrolling through your contacts, you realized your options for homework help were limited. You could message Mineta, but the thought of dealing with his inappropriate responses made your skin crawl. He'd likely send you an unsolicited picture of his 1cm shriveled-up cock instead of any actual help with homework.
That left Denki. While he wasnât the brightest, he was at least not as creepy as Mineta. You sighed and opened a chat with Denki, typing out a message.
*name* hey does this look right to you? [image]
free charger đ : WOAH HELLO TO YOU TOO
*name* Tf you on about?
Free charger đ: [image]
your face turned bright pink as you opened the picture, that was Denkis dick. You always expected him to have a small dick but clearly not. you looked back down at your phone to type
*name* DENKI WHAT THE FUCK
free chargerđ: WHATT YOU SENT ME TITTIES I SENT YOU MY DICK I THOUGHT WE WERE TRADING NUDES
you stare at your screen in complete horror, what does he mean you sent titties? You checked the photo you sent and there it was, the nudes you had saved for dudes you were talking toâŠ. But you had accidentally sent them to the 2nd dude youâd never want to send nudes to, first being mineta.
The sound of fast stomps echoed down the hall, and you assumed it was Bakugo chasing Izuku or Kirishima. Then, you remembered that both Izuku and Kirishima were out doing hero training. So who was stomping down the hallway if not bakugo?
The door bursted open, it was a very panicked kaminari âIM SORRY LETS FORGET ABOUY THISâ he said as he snatched your phone âHEY!â You yelped, trying to grab your phone back âIM DELETING THE PHOTOS HOLD ON!â He screamed, bakugos yelling could be heard in the distance âSHUT IT.â His gruff voice exclaimed. You watched kaminari try to delete the photos, a panicked look on his face; while you watched him do this you looked him up and down, noticing the obvious bulge in his pants
he didnât have time to jerk off between you sending the photos and him bursting into your room? Your face turning pinker at the idea of his dick, he wasnât exactly small and he had a very pretty dick⊠the familiar warmth went straight for your lower bellyâŠ
kaminari was muttering quick apologies, trying as quickly as he could to delete the photos âimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryâ âDenki!â âIâm trying to not be such a creep and i basically just ruined it allâ â Denki!â âDONE! What?â He looked up at you âitâs fine, we all make mistakesâ you tried to calm him down but to be honest it was more yourself from your own flustered moment âWHAT FRIENDS SEND EACH OTHER NUDES?â He acted bewildered, throwing his hands âuh⊠friends with benefits?â You shrugged as you thought about it.
Denkis jaw dropped as he once again yelled âARE WE FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS? IVE NEVER EVEN SEEN YOUR BOO- oh wait yes I haveâ he calmed down at the thought, his eyebrows furrowing before his face proceeding to get a lot pinker. The hardness between his legs became a lot worse. âNOT THE POINT!â He said as he gently threw your phone into your lap, but you seemed preoccupied; Your eyes going between his eyes and his dick.
Denki stood face to face with you, trying to figure out where your line of sight was. Denki soon realised why your face was so pink and it wasnât because you had just seen his dick on camera or because you accidentally shown him your titties âare you.. are you looking at my dick?!â he seemed so surprised, not a bad surprised with how Pervy he was but just⊠surprised. âOH SHIT SORRY! H-HOW ABOUT YOU JUST L-LEAVE AND WE NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN YEAH?â You tried to push Denki out of your dorm, letting out a nervous laugh.
Denki saw an opportunity and he was going to take it? He suddenly resisted against your push and grabbed your hands to take them off his back âhey UhmâŠâ he starts âwell you do have very pretty tittiesâ he smirks and leans down to you, your whole face turning a much pinker shade âw-wha?â You stammered, trying to reach up and push Denki out âwhat? You do!â He chuckled and took a step forward âDenki what are you doing?â You crossed your arms against your chest, unknowingly giving him a better view of your tits. Denki grins and looks down at them âhey! Now youâre just showing them off.â He sneakily shut the door behind him.
âI-i wasnât showing them off!â The feeling of arousal became worse and worse, you began to realise he was probably trying to see if youâll let him see or even touch your boobs âwhat are you doing..?â You asked as you stepped back, Denki stepping forward âPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEMME SEE âEM.â The blonde begged, clasping his hands together as he could feel his pants get even tighter. âI wonât hurt you I promise! I wonât even tell anyone!â He kept begging, even going as far as getting on his knees.
You thought about it for a moment, your face going pink. âI mean.. as long as this stays between usâŠâ you mumbled, looking away to hide your obvious pink face. Denkis eyes lit up but then he tried to look more serious about it, not wanting to assault you obviously. You slowly sat down âAND NO HARD GRABBING! Iâm not in the mood for sore boobsâ you stuck your finger out at him, laying down some ground rules so you two were on the same page âdeal! Wait I can grab them?â His face lit up again âi suppose yeah⊠BUT DONT HURT ME.â You reminded him of the rule âIâll be gentle! Iâll be very gentle with youâ he raised his hands to show that he was being honest. You got yourself in a more comfortable position on the bed as you pulled your shirt off, chucking it to the other side of the room. While you didnât notice it, Denki was is absolute awe to see a girl in her bra at all.
âMkay calm downâ you giggled as tried to wake him from his trance, he shook his head to pull himself together. Denki slowly sat next to you on the plush mattress of your bed, he wanted to make himself comfortable for this. Why was he panicking so much?! You reached behind yourself and unclasped your bra, chucking it on the floor too before laying down on your back. Denki was again in complete awe, now he had a pretty girl laying down next to him with her tits out, this day could not get any better for Denki.
âAre you sure I can touch âemâ he mumbled, obviously wanting confirmation he was actually allowed to touch you. âYeah go on thenâ you smiled sweetly up at him, that made his brain overheat. Denkis hand reached out and slowly caressed over your left boob, paying extra attention to the sensitive bud on you. You let out a whimper and his face lit up, a new found confidence going him ability to keep going, his other hand reached out to caress your right tit. He soon found a way to hover over you as he squeezed and gently play with your tits. Denki chuckled in awe, he couldnât believe he out of all people was making you feel this good. Atleast he assumed you felt good because of the whimpers you let out.
Denki looked up at you and slowly lowered his head to suck on your right nipple. You let out a whine and gripped his hair, grabbing a fistful. He giggles against your boob and waves his tongue over the sensitive bud âshitâŠâhe whispered as he popped off your boob and leaned down to suck on the other one, fondling the one he just had in his mouth. You arched your back a little and let out a coo, running your fingers through his golden blonde locks. The blonde soon popped off your other boob, fondling both with his warm hands. He smirked smugly as he admired your body, he lowered his head again to kiss the valley between each breast before lowering his kisses down your belly as he listened to your sweet noises
âshit your actually really pretty, not like because I just sucked your tits itâs because your like actually pretty!â He sat up to admire you, you blushed and gripped the bedsheets âhmmph.â You pouted âdamn someoneâs got a attitudeâ Denki muttered as he went back to kissing your boobs and tummy, you slowly snaked your hand into his hair again and let out a series of whimpers with each kiss and suck. Denki grumbled when he realised that he didnât have any condoms, looks like a blow job will do fine.
âCan I uh.. take your shorts off?â He asked, trying to atleast make you comfortable âitâs okay if you donât wanna! Itâs completely up to you princessâ Denki grins up at you âyeah.. itâs fineâ you sat up on your elbows to look down at him, his face was flushed and his eyes sparkled with arousal. Denki placed his fingers under your waistband and pulled your shorts down âshit were going commando today?ïżœïżœïżœ His eyebrows raised as his pupils grew, he used his big hands to pull your thighs apart âoh my god your so wet..â Denki mumbled, he had a genuine idea on how to eat a girl out from the pornos he watched but other than that he didnât know how to pleasure you!
âyou gotta let me eat you outâ he looked up at you, Pupils blown and all. You let out a surprised whimper, then slowly nodded. âWith your words princess with your wordsâ he tapped your thigh with his finger, you gulped and looked down at your pussy âyeah.. sure you can eat me out..â you mumbled bashfully, Denki grinned and pulled your hips towards his face. Licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, you let out a moan and gripped the bedsheets ânghhâ your back arched off the mattress. Denki began to eat you out like a starved man, shoving his tongue inside and tongue fucking you before sucking on your clit, he pulled back with a pop and stuck his two fingers into his mouth to use as lube even though you were slick enough from your own juices and his spit for his two fingers to slide right in.
slowly Denki slid his fingers inside of you, stretching your walls out deliciously. You let out a desperate whine as he began to pump his thick fingers deeper and deeper, hr leaned back down to tongue at your clit. You sat up and gripped at his hair, he grunted against your clit. Causing a vibration against your core âtâmuch! Iâm gonna.. Iâm gonna..â you whined as the grip on his hair got tighter âholy shit am I about to make a girl cum?â He thought in his mind as he began to pump his fingers faster, making you release more and more moans. eventually you let out one last squeal before cumming hard on his fingers, you panted tiredly and looked down at his hand. Denki slowly pulled his fingers out, slick and cum glistening his fingers. Denki slowly stuck his fingers in his mouth and tasted you on his digits âshit.. pussy tastes goodâ he mumbled âhuh?!â You gasped âcalm down!â He chuckles and sat up, leaning his body over you âwould you please suck me off? Iâm actually really hard and itâs starting to hurt like a lotâ he said with a sigh, enjoying the thought of you chocking on his dick.
you gulped and looked down between his legs, the bulge looked painful. âYeah.. that looks like it hurts.â You nodded as you sat up straight, now completely naked infront of him. Denki grinned and sat down on the mattress, pulling his shorts and boxer briefs off his hips. Releasing his cock from the constraints of his pants , the poor thing was so hard that he even had precum dripping down the length of his dick:((
you sat down on the floor between his legs, your face blushing. Denki ran his hands through his hair, an attempt to calm his nerves. âYou know Iâve never had a blow job beforeâ he chuckles nervously as he watches you spit into your hand, you look up at him âIâve never been eaten out before this so itâs fineâ you told him, teaching over and beginning to stroke his lengthy cock. He let out a groan, your hand was so much better then his own fist. You leaned forward and licked the side; base to tip, giving the tip a couple swirls of the tongue. He groaned âshit are you sure youâve never done this before?!â He said with a groan âmhm..â you hummed against the tip, causing a vibration that made him moan. Denki grabbed a fist full of your hair and pushed your head down on his cock. âNghh fuck! That feels too good⊠Iâll probably cum quickâŠâ he groaned as he used his hand to help you suck it, face fucking you.
you could feel the tip of his length going down your throat, tears welling up in your eyes. You gripped his thighs tightly so you had something to hold onto âshit Iâm gonna fucking.. cumâ he grunted as he began to face fuck you a little faster, he pushed your face all the way down his cock before letting out spurts of hot cum âsoo fucking goodâŠâ he mumbled, letting your head go so you could breath. You pulled your face off his cock and slowly swallowed all of it, opening your mouth so he could see you swallows all of his seed âthatâs hotâŠâ he smirked and rubbed your cheek, and all of this came from doing homework
SHIT YOUR HOMEWORK.
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kinktober week 1 â shower / bath adrien ( deliquent oc ) x bttm m reader
That Saturday afternoon glow of light orange and yellows filtered through your curtains and into your room. It was a sign to turn on your light since it was getting dark. As usual, you were hunched over your desk finishing off any work you had from your classes, pen in hand and music blasting through your headphones.
Your music cuts off and out of confusion you pick it up from its position faced down on the table; its Adrien, of course. He's sent you a rather cryptic message of just emojis, no text, just "đ§ââïžđđĄđđđŠđđđ. You don't have half the mind to decipher it but you do understand that he's most likely heading to your house. Per usual.
You don't bother sending him a reply, you seeing it is enough for Adrien to take that as a yes.
Your parents aren't home tonight, but that's never stopped Adrien from sneaking into your room through your window, even if the front door is free. You hear rattling and that's when you know Adrien has so kindly graced you with his presence. To make things easier for him, you decide to slide the window open and peer down at him.
Just like rapunzel, he's scaling your 'tower' like it's nothing. You sometimes question if Adrien is even human, and how he's acquired knowledge to safely climb your two story home. You notice that he has his gym bag slung over his shoulder and he tilts his head up to you with a grin, "Catch this!" He shouts, throwing his bag up to you and you shakily catch it, placing it down on the floor.
The next second, Adrien is hauling himself into your room and brushing off the dust from his clothes. "The front door is... open you know?" You huff, shaking your head disapprovingly. You glance over at him, and you see beads of sweat dripping down his temples and how his chest rises and falls quicker than usual.
"Are youâ" "I went to training." Right, Adrien trains basically every second day of the week for a sport you never thought to ask about. Basketball? Football? Hockey? You never asked.
"Can I use your shower, prez?" The question comes off too casual; you've never really let any of your friends take a shower in your house let alone come over regularly. But since Adrien is already here, all sweaty and hot, you can't find a reason to say no. "Fine, everything you need is in there," you nod, walking back to sit at your desk.
"You're not gonna show me where it is?" Adrien places a hand on your desk, leaning his weight against his arm as he looks down at you. You just assumed he knew where it was given he's broke into your house multiple times but your assumptions were wrong. You get up and start walking, not bothering to look back to see if Adrien was following. You knew he would.
You reach your bathroom, stepping in so you could show him where everything was. Before you started speaking, you heard the faint click of the door shutting.
"Adrienâ" "How am I supposed to know which knob is hot or cold?" he's so blatantly playing with you. He walks right up to you, only a hair away as he looks down at you. A stupid grin is plastered across his face and his fingers are gripping at the edge of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. "I'm all sweaty, prez, I need help washing my back," he sighs dramatically, fanning his face.
You take a moment to just stare. He's glistening in a sheen of sweat, droplets trickling down the curves and dents of his muscles, even his hair is slightly tousled. You keep quiet, unsure of what to say. That grin on his face never seems to lessen; it only grows wider by the second.
You can't even utter out a word before Adrien is pulling off his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. Your head instinctively darts to the right, trying to shield your eyes. "What? You act like you've never seen my dick before," he snorts out, tugging at your shirt, "it's been inside you too," he adds, successfully pulling your shirt off. "Oh shut up," you groan, grimacing at the way Adrien says it.
You don't stop him from completely stripping you down before taking off his own boxers, you just have the decency not to stare. He pushed the shower door open and ushered you inside before following you in. His chest his flushed against your back and the feeling of his sweat against your skin made you shiver, "Sorry," he mutters with a small chuckle.
He does know which knob is cold or hot because he immediately turns them to a desirable temperature. It's a little bit cooler than your preference though, but you don't mind it.
Adrien wastes no time in feeling your body, his hands moving straight to your hips like a moth to a flame. "You've been eating good? Not overworking yourself, prez?" He murmurs against your skin, his lips dragging along your shoulders as he clutches your body. "Yeah," your response is quiet and short, almost breathless since Adrien is all up on you at the moment.
His fingers trace the lines of your hip bone to your front, patting the skin where your leg meets your hip, slowly dipping more into your inner thighs to rub that area. His hands are so close. You can feel him spread your flesh, and he slots his cock in the free space. "Adrien," you scold, trying to pry his hands away but Adrien just ends up pushing you against the wall, your palms flat against the glass.
"You've been treating yourself well?" He hums, and you can tell from his tone he's half-mindely asking you these questions just to keep a conversation. He moves his hips back, sliding against the underside of your dick before meeting your hole, rubbing shallowly. "I haven't seen you in a week," from gentle caresses to harsher groping, Adrien's hands are now squeezing your hips.
Adrien nips at your neck, biting gently since he knew how you felt about visible marks, "It's so hard to avoid you" He borderline growls in your ear, pushing up into you. Adrien groans quietly at the feeling of you stretching out around him. His breathing becomes more and more audible as he caresses your torso.
Your small whines are muffled by the sound of water hitting the shower floor and the feeling of the cold glass along your chest gets you squirming. Adrien lifts your hips up a tiny bit, giving your ass a small tap before pushing in fully. Your fingers twitch and clench on the glass, trying desperately to hold onto something before Adrien's own hands meet yours, slotting a finger inbetween the gaps of yours.
"Just want me to hold your hand?" You wanna bite back at him but you lose your voice the moment he pulls out and thrusts back in, forcing a yelp out your throat instead of words. He squeezes the plush flesh of your ass a few times, and his eyes are trained to your hole, watching as it sucked him back in everytime he moved his hips back.
Adrien was getting overly worked up right now and the water didn't help either. Seeing the droplets decorate your spine like clear crystals rolling down the curve of your back made his mind go blank. You really brought that side out of him. He couldn't help but imagine that was his semen painting your back instead.
"Fuck you're too cute," He grunted, squeezing your hand a little tighter. Everytime Adrien pushed his dick in further, you felt the water push into you as well like it was wetting your insides. It was a weird sensation, nothing like lube, but it served to heighten your arousal from the fact that the water made the sound ofbyour skin clapping together alot louder.
It wasn't long before Adrien had moved in a way where he could hit your prostate directly and he knew he found it the moment you let out a strangled cry. Hearing that, Adrien pushed your body more against the glass, pinning you between himself and the wall. Your neglected cock was feverishly rubbing against cold wall with each thrust, smearing your pre-cum all over the glass.
"Does it feel good? Shit, maybe I gotta experiment with temp-play later," Adrien chuckled and you just let out an agitated groan that came out more like a needy whine. "That's where you're weak, isn't it? The underside of your dick?" You hated how he knew these things by now, but he wasn't wrong. Everytime you rubbed along the cold glass your body would jolt away from it and into Adrien which would result in him pushing you back into the wall as he fucked you from behind.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you heave, squirming relentlessly as your dick twitched against the wall. Adrien just let's out a strained chuckle as he grips your hips tighter, pounding into you even faster. He leans his head down to your shoulder and sinks his teeth into your skin, forgetting about the fact that you would definitely scold him for this afterwards. The feeling of Adrien's chapped lips and sharp teeth piercing through your skin made your vision go white and your ears ring.
Your previously clear shower walls are now splattered with white and your knees buck as Adrien holds you up, forcing you to stand as he orgasms into you. He laughs breathlessly as you ragdoll in his arms like a baby deer who's trying to stand up. "Right, right I'll clean you up baby just relax, and then we'll get out," he chuckles, rubbing soap inbetween his hands before cleaning you off,
"I think I'm gonna dry up like a raisin if I stay here any longer..."
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