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rainydayathogwarts · 5 months

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Skin on Skin - Aaron Hotch

Summary: You forget about the hickeys on your neck and when your boss finds out, he's not happy about it. Warnings: Smut, jealous!Hotch, degrading (slightly), semi public sex (they're in an empty office). I think this is the single dirtiest fic I have ever written. Enjoy! wc: 3.2k

It was the hot days in July where you were forced to come into the office that took away your will to live. You'd rolled out of the mysterious man you'd slept with the night before's bed, driving home early so you'd have time to shower and change before coming into work. Deciding on opting out of wearing any makeup other than a little mascara, you changed into trousers and a cotton tank top, shoving a field-appropriate top into your bag just in case. You were already dreading the inevitable hair-sticking-to-your-neck type of heat so much that you forgot about the hickeys littering your neck, the hair tie on your wrist an enemy in disguise, waiting to launch its attack.

When you finally entered the bullpen nearly an hour later, you observed your teammates' attire. Emily had done something similar to you, her blouse hanging from the back of her chair, JJ wearing a thin but figure hugging t-shirt. Derek was sporting a loose, plain t-shirt, while Spencer decided to forego his usual sweater vest, his shirt rolled up to his elbows. Of course, you already assumed that Penny was wearing a sun dress without having to see her.

Placing your iced coffee onto your desk, you busied yourself with finding the paper work you had to finish in your desk drawers. "I should have worn a dress." You complain almost immediately, looking up to the sound of rolling wheels from someone's chair. "I agree. You'd send the big boss into a coma if you did, and we'd all be able to go home." Derek retorts almost immediately, to which you scoff. You never told anyone about your crush on Hotch, but you wouldn't deny it to a room of profilers, so they resorted to teasing. "Ignore Hotch, I'd go into a coma if you wore a dress." Emily adds. You grin, looking up at your best friend from your papers.

You huff, already feeling the sweat on your hairline. Your hands busy themselves with gathering your hair at the back of your head, fishing for the hair tie on your wrist when you see your coworkers' faces. "What?" You look behind you, fully expecting a scene in the kitchen based on their slacked jaws and wide eyes, but there's nothing there. Furrowing your eyebrows, you repeat "What?" Derek starts laughing, and Emily brings a hand up to her face, biting at her thumb nail to hide her smile. You let go of your hair as Spencer and JJ turn to observe the scene, which is you apparently, tilting your head quizzically as you tried to recall what you did this morning.

This morning. You rolled out of the unknown man's bed. The man who you'd slept with last night. You audibly gasped, a hand coming up to cover your mouth. You dove down to look through your bag, fetching your pocket-mirror. "Wow Y/N. Such a busy woman that you forgot you slept with someone." Two things happened as Emily spoke these words: Hotch opened the door to his office, hearing every single syllable that came out of her mouth, and you opened your compact mirror, eyes widening at the number and colour of the hickeys on your neck. A trail of three dark red hickeys painted your neck, and you hadn't even thought about covering them before you left your apartment.

Hotch frowned when he heard the words, almost flinching at the thought of you sleeping around. 'Such a busy woman that you forgot you slept with someone'. Did you sleep around? Is that what Emily meant or was she making a joke? Hotch saw you stand quickly, your hips hitting the wood of your desk and his pupils dilated at the sight, his tongue poking out to wet his lips slightly. "I'll be right back!" You yelped, turning to the direction of the bathroom, Emily immediately standing to follow you.

As you smudged concealer on your neck, you silently thanked whatever higher power was out there that you'd had a makeup pouch in your bag, or you'd be totally fucked. Like, way more than you were now. The door was thrown open by Emily, a massive grin on her face. "You got laid! Was it good? Who was it? Why didn't you tell me!" Your eyes fleeted towards her, and you chuckled quietly. "Yes I got laid, it was good - regular good, guy I met at the grocery store. Devon? David? Doesn't matter. I probably would have told you some time today but looks like you beat me to it."

"Oh. Well if it makes you feel better, I think Hotch looked pretty jealous." You spin towards her, your beauty blender in one hand. "What!? He heard!?" You groaned, throwing you head back. Scratch what you said earlier, Emily was the only person you'd confessed your crush to. You sighed. Well now you probably would never get the chance to be with him. You and Emily walked back to the bullpen, separating when you went into the kitchen, and she went back to her desk. You stopped abruptly at the sight of the one and only person you'd been speak of.

You only just noticed what he was wearing. He abandoned his usual blazer, probably left in his office, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows. Hotch turned around, mug in hand whilst the water was boiling to find you wide eyed and mouth open in shock. The top two buttons on his shirt were undone, his collarbones just barely visible. He nodded his head shortly, but you immediately averted your gaze, unable to maintain eye contact with him. "I-" At the sound of you speaking, Hotch's gaze shot back at you from his mug, putting the kettle down. "I'm sorry about what you had to hear this morning, Sir." Hotch shook his head, returning his stare to his mug. "Don't worry about it L/N. We're all adults." He picked up the kettle again, offering it to you. "Oh no thank you. I just want some water. Normal, cold water."

You stared at his steaming mug in bewilderment and laughed quietly. "That's kind of manic of you, I'm not going to lie." Aaron raised an eyebrow and turned to face you completely. "Right but forgetting you slept with someone isn't." Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his retort and you felt the blood rush to your face. Aaron let one of his rare smiles pass at his amusement, and took his mug, beginning to walk away. "I'll see you around Y/N".

Hotch's comment had left you absolutely speechless. For the rest of the day you had thought about the smile that graced his face, only for you to see in the office. He'd even joked about the inappropriate comment Emily had made. It was only when JJ had left, and both Emily and Derek were beginning to pack their things up that you glanced up to where Hotch's office was. The blinds were closed, but you imagined he sat at his desk, vigorously writing reports, whilst occasionally throwing his head back and shutting his eyes in exhaustion.

"Now's your time to make a move lover-girl." Emily's breath hit your neck at she whispered and you jumped, looking back to where she stood just over your shoulder. "You scared me!" She didn't say anything else, but winked at you before speeding up to catch up with Derek so she wouldn't have to wait for the elevator alone. Maybe you shouldn't have told her about the encounter in the kitchen, but you decided that she was right. Maybe you wouldn't make a move, but speaking to Hotch would already be a step forward.

You stood up, wiping your hands on your trousers, attempting to ignore Spencer's unforgiving stare. You weren't holding any papers or folders. That was a big tell for Spencer, who knew more than anyone the liking you had taken to your boss, having to endure several car rides with the two of you alone, sitting in the back seat while you spoke. Walking up to Hotch's office, you took a deep breath - last chance to turn back around. But Spencer was watching, and nothing would be more obvious than if you just turned around and sat back at your desk; the walk of shame.

You knocked twice, waiting for an answer. "Come in!" You peeked your head through the gap of the door before letting yourself in, smiling at Aaron, who sat at his desk with his fingers interlocked behind his head. You shut the door behind you quietly. When he realised it was you, he sat up straight, his hands coming down to rest on the desk. "Y/N. What do you need?" He scanned you for papers to sign, or a bag slung over your shoulder as a sign that you were leaving; you were empty handed. "Hi. I just wanted to say I'm sorry again about what Emily said. I'm really glad you weren't bothered about it. I'm sorry. Again."

Aaron stood up from his desk, and your eyes followed his figure as he stood. He stepped aside from the desk, walking towards you. "Actually Y/N," he starts, his body looming over you as the distance between you decreased. "I was quite bothered with what I heard from Prentiss." Your breath caught in your throat, a hand crossing over your body to clutch your other arm. "What?" He nodded solemnly. "Mhm. I was quite upset to hear that you were with another man."

"Oh."

Your jaw went slack, and you looked into his eyes for any sign of a lie. You watched as one of Aaron's hands came up to your cheek, softly holding your face. His hand trailed down until it held the side of your face and his thumb caressed almost the exact spot you had covered with concealer earlier that day. "I don't like the idea of other men being with you. Other men having sex with you." Your breathing quickened, and you were almost certain he could feel your pulse beneath his hand. "Then do something about it."

Aaron's second hand went around your waist, and this time much less gently pulled your body towards his. His second hand snaked around the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss. You moaned in shock, both hands resting on his chest. You returned his kiss immediately, going on your tippy toes to push yourself further into him. Aaron grunted into the kiss, walking forward to press you against the door. His hand came off your neck to lock the door behind you and he broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as you caught your breath.

He watched you almost predatorily before moving to press kisses on your neck. Your sweaty neck covered in makeup. "Aaron. Aaron." You spoke, pushing his head away from you. He looked down at you worriedly, now taking a couple of steps back, and putting his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make-" "Aaron stop." He looked up at you from the floor, going silent. "I-my neck is covered in hickeys. From-" You watched his face dawn with realisation. He frowned, turning his back to you and your shoulders slumped in disappointment. "Aaron." He walked to his desk, pulling a couple of tissues, soaking them in water from a bottle he kept on his desk. "Aaron." He then turned to face you again. "Take it off. Whatever is covering them. Take it off."

Your gaze switched between the tissues in his hand to his face and you sighed. Men knew so little about makeup. Despite that, you still walked towards him, taking the wet tissues from his hands, rubbing it against your neck, exposing the hickeys that lay underneath the makeup. "Happy- oh!" Your arms wrapped around Aaron's shoulders as he picked you up, placing you on his desk. He returned his lips to yours in an instant, hands gripping your hips. His lips moved to your neck but this time he's sucking the skin on the other side, replicating the hickeys the other man gave you. "Do I remind you of him? Covering your skin in hickeys?" He grunts, his teeth scraping against your skin. You gasp and your leg twitched, wrapping around one of his legs.

Aaron pulled away from you, his lips swollen and hair out of place. "Answer me." He snapped, his eyes glaring into yours. You shook your head quickly. "No! No, I don't even remember him!" You whined, attempting to pull Aaron closer to you. "What a slut. Can't even remember someone you were with 24 hours ago." Your hips buck against Aaron's hands when they come to the front of your trousers, beginning to unbutton them. "Stand up." You blindly follow his orders, used to obeying him. He spins you around so you're facing the desk and gives you a nudge, hard enough for you to fall forward, but gentle enough for your hands to catch you before you hit the desk.

Before you know it, your trousers are being pushed down to the floor, and you hear a rip of fabric. You gasp, the air hitting your now bare pussy. Looking behind you, you spot Aaron pocketing your ripped panties. "Aaron!" You whimper, but that only gets you a slap to the ass. "Be quiet! Do you want everyone to hear just how much of a whore you are, begging your boss to fuck you?" His words only make you moan, but his hand makes contact with your ass again. "I'm sorry." You whimper. "Good girl." His hands trail up from your hips to the skin under your shirt. "Now take these off."

Both your tank top and bra come off and suddenly you're standing completely naked in Aaron Hotchner's office, while he stands completely dressed. There's a moment of silence, then the sound of metal clinking. Your eyes follow as he places his belt on the desk next to you and he mutters "Don't make me use this." before pressing kisses on your neck and shoulder. You see his trousers hit the floor, followed by his boxers and you so badly want to turn around and see what he's packing, but you do nothing.

Aaron's dick slides between your thighs and you gasp, bending over slightly and spreading your legs farther. You hear Aaron chuckle at your desperation and suck in a deep breath, but you're given no warning when he begins to enter you. He goes in inch by inch, giving you time to stop him if you feel discomfort, but you don't. "Are you okay?" He asks once he's fully inside, the hand at your hips caressing your skin softly. "Yes." He nods, and just like that his soft demeanour is gone and he's thrusting into you at an unforgiving pace, his pupils dilated as he stares fixedly at the spot where his dick enters your pussy.

His pace slows so he can grab both your hands from the desk, holding them in one of his hands as the other one pushes you down so your torso lays on the desk, the cold wood hardening your nipples. Aaron's hands let go of yours - a silent command for you to keep them behind your back - and he gathers your hair away from your face. He can see the sweat glinting on your skin, it must be uncomfortable, he thinks, but the truth is that you're so deep in pleasure you can't think of anything else but that and trying to stay quiet. You shut your eyes tightly, biting your lip to keep you from screaming Aaron's name uncontrollably for the whole building to hear.

Quiet moans still escape you, and you imagine the sound of skin on skin must be loud, but none of that bothers you, not when you're having sex with Aaron. You squeeze your legs together, a subconscious sign that you're close to your orgasm. Aaron clearly sees it because he's tapping one of your legs and muttering "Spread them for me baby." You feel like you're just laying there limply, but you manage to do as he says, and you moan his name louder than you should when you feel his hand snake between your legs in search for your clit. He finds your clit quickly and begins rubbing circles on it, and even with you so lost in pleasure, you realise that Aaron's thrusts are becoming sloppy.

He's close to finishing too. Aaron's grunts begin getting louder and the hand on your clit is getting quicker and more desperate. Your pussy clenches against his dick and you hear a "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck." In response. Aaron's cum is instantly filling you up, and the extra stimulation triggers your release too. You whimper as you come, legs shaking while Aaron begins to slow his movements, the hand on your clit coming to a stop. He stops his movements completely when your eyes open once more and you stop moaning. Instead, he averts his gaze to where his cum is leaking out of you and running down your thighs.

"Shit baby. Let me clean you up." He mimics his earlier movements, getting damp tissues to clean up your thighs before he pulls out of you. "Aaron." You whimper again at the emptiness, hands coming in front of you to push yourself off the desk. "Shh, baby, it's okay. Stay where you are. Let me take care of you." Once Aaron quickly cleans himself up and pulls his boxers up, his whole attention goes to you, crouching down to clean his orgasm off your skin. He even pulls your trousers back your legs, buttoning them up for you before wrapping his arms around your torso, his back against yours. You lay your head on his shoulder and exhale deeply, moving your neck to the side so Aaron can press kisses there.

"Are you okay?" He asks pulling away from you completely so he can observe your face. "I'm more than okay Aaron. Thank you for- for all that." He presses a kiss to your cheek before pulling away to get the rest of your clothes. "Let me take you to dinner." "Now?" He hums yes and you smile, watching as he puts his belt on. "I'd love that. But Spencer-" "Oh forget Spence," He insists "I'm pretty sure the entire building knows." You smile, fingers looping in his belt hoops to pull him closer to you. You kiss him softly and smile. "Right, well let me go to the bathroom and I'll meet you in the lobby?" Aaron nods, so you turn around, exiting his office with a smile on your face.

At your desk, you grab your bag and look up to meet Spencer's eyes. Your face falls at the look on his. He looks partly traumatised, partly smug. "Well how did it go then?" You feel the blood rushing to your face again and you nod "It went well. Yeah, pretty good." But you run off before he gets to reply, dialling a familiar number on your phone.

"Emily you'll never guess what just happened."

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minus-plus-zer0 · 28 days

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Stuck Inside From the Rain

♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader ♡ Tags: Aged up (This was supposed to be short u-u)

You couldn't go home, not in this weather.

You had only planned to drop off a video game you borrowed from Bakugou, but the rain had hit so suddenly that there was no way you were going anywhere now.

What's worse, it was getting pretty dark out. At least Bakugou had a nice couch to sleep on...

"Oi!" Bakugou called out from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready!"

Bakugou had fetched some extra ingredients so he could make food for the both of you. You both sat down at his dinner table, with your grilled chicken and peppers in front of you.

"Thank you so, so much for doing this, bestie!" you said. "I think this is the first time we've eaten together in your new home."

"That's not my fault. I invited you over last week. But you were busy with Kirishima..."

You scoffed at how he chewed his food angrily. "He's just a friend, Bakugou. I actually totally forgot about that until now. Are you jealous?"

"Why would I be jealous of some guy with shitty hair?! He's got nothing on me!"

"Then don't bring him up?"

"Don't go blowing me off for Kirishima and then I won't bring him up! How about that?"

"I'll be sure to give you all the attention you want this time, okay?"

Bakugou looked frustrated, but a bit pleased. "You better."

True to your words, you ranted and raved to Bakugou about the food, as always. Bakugou knew that if there was one way to get you to focus on him, it was through his cooking. He looked cocky as you basically monologued to him about your 5-star Yelp review of his food. He offered you the rest to take home as leftovers, because unlike that traitorous rat Kirishima, he found himself to be a considerate and compassionate soul who would never let you starve.

You wanted to help with the dishes, but Bakugou wouldn't let you lift a finger to do chores. The guy was treating you like a guest he personally invited, but you felt a little bit like a burden who invaded his evening out of nowhere (even though you knew he wanted you here).

The night grew colder as it went on, and you could tell even Bakugou was starting to get affected. You attached yourself to his side to warm him up, holding onto him because you knew he hated the cold. He let himself get a little lost in that moment, which was easy to do since nobody was here except for you.

"You're such a koala," he said. "How long are you gonna steal my arm for?"

"Bakugou, if you keep complaining I'm gonna let go."

"Fine, fine! Just walk a little faster with me, I need to get something from the living room."

Bakugou wanted to watch a movie with you, but first he fetched an extra blanket, hoping to drape it over the two of you while you sat on the couch.

"You didn't get your own blanket?" you asked.

"This was all I had! Don't hog the stuff, alright?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be a burden. I'm just cold..."

"You're not a burden. Just get over here so we can share it. Properly."

He drags the blanket around both of your shoulders, bringing you two hip-to-hip.

"It's like we're kids again, huh?" you laughed. "If you had extra pillows, I would've made us a pillow fort."

"I'm too big for that and you know it. It'd just fall over."

"You're no fun. Did anyone ever tell you that you act like such a grandpa?"

"You've probably told me that at least 5 times now, yeah."

You two watched a movie together, some old action flick from long ago. You rested your head on Bakugou's shoulder, and over time he ended up curling one of his arms around you. You're engrossed in the movie, you thought it wouldn't be your style but the movements are mesmerizing! However, Bakugou's glancing over at you repeatedly, gauging your reaction.

As the movie continued, the night grows even colder, and you're retreating into Bakugou's chest for any semblance of warmth. It's easy to do since his Quirk keeps his body working like an oven. Bakugou's tensing up now, stiff and janky in his movements.

You yawned for the 15th time this hour. "Bakugou... I'm sleeeeepy..."

Your heart rate slowed and your eyes felt heavy, and you almost dozed off to sleep with the sound of the rain rushing down outside. Bakugou looked distressed, knowing that you two might fall asleep together for the first time. But you didn't want him distressed, you wanted him happy, because he was your Bakugou, even if it wasn't official yet...

In your sleepy state, you gave him a tiny kiss him on the cheek and then curled up to sleep against him. You heard him swearing up a storm under his breath, and he really went through the entire curse word dictionary as if you couldn't hear him at all.

Then, he kissed you on the forehead right back.

"Night, dummy," he said, his voice very quiet.

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ceridescent · 1 year

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carribean summer heat — m., wanda

wanda maximoff x female!reader

summary: it's a lovely sight to see wanda maximoff sweating and blushing due to the tropical heat. sometimes it's tricky, because one moment she looks like a baby, and the next, well...you could ask the particular group of people who...but you suppose not. it's impossible they could have seen the hot flush on her cheeks as she handled you then and there, out in the open.

warning/s: top!wanda, bottom!f!reader, dom/sub dynamics, thigh riding, dirty talk, semi-public, mommy kink, use of strap-on, creampie, & teasing.

word count: 4, 300

author’s note: hiiiiii hiiii hiiii i'm so happy i finally have some content to post on my rotting account. ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ (i did have multiple drafts but i forgot tumblr existed 'cause i had off notifs the whole time since may.) it was a giddy, high school girl crush feeling of me to write this filthy fic. (/▽＼*)｡o○♡ i hope everyone's having a wonderful Hot Girl summer!! or a Hot Slutty summer, whichever you prefer. o(>ω<;)o

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the sun rays barely strike your tanning skin, serving only as an illumination toward the breathtaking view of the caribbean sea as you situate on the patio.

three ivory-colored recliner beach chairs are included in the rental villa, wherein you occupy one whilst the woman who flew a helicopter in saint-barthélemy island, makes piña coladas in the kitchen. a few hours ago you woke up earlier than her, and it was a relieving feeling, of hearing the rise and fall of her breath. a pink blush coated her entire face, unused to the tropical weather. hair stuck on the oval of her face, grinning at how baby-ish she looked. you didn’t bother rousing her though, as you were both selfish for being the sole witness of the rising sun behind the full glass window of the villa, and considerate to allow her more time to rest.

not long after though, she woke up moaning your name, rubbing a whole limb on the empty space you left behind.

“you left me,” wanda whined, her eyes glazed and her red lips pouty.

“they gave us fresh coconuts,” you purred, showing her the fruit. helping her sit up on the white mattress, you plant a chaste kiss on her cheekbone. this feels like a true vacation, you thought to yourself, appreciating the beach elements surrounding the entire villa, and the hard-to-miss view of the sea outside. although, the other thing that left you breathless was wanda’s bare breasts, the only clothing clinging onto her body was the thong she changed into right after she showered last night.

you rested the open edge of the coconut in between her lips, “here,” tipping it upward so she could drink the coconut juice. wanda’s eyes fluttered close, a long and pronounced moan gracing your ears. she covered your hands with her own to hold the fruit, gulping the liquid into her parched mouth. she sighed as she finished, looking at you with a twinkle in her eyes.

she suggested, “we can eat the insides for breakfast, honey,” bending low toward the bedside to fetch her matching bra. you blushed at the recollection of last night. “i’m sure they have some honey in the kitchen somewhere…” you added, watching the tips of her peaks disappear into view.

wanda teased, “you like what you see?”, lightly slapping your face in the process in a playful manner. you tried to forget how her plump breasts felt in your hands as you suckled her dry, returning into the present moment of the beautiful day.

“i would like to eat,” you diverted the topic back into the fruit in your hands, which wasn’t successful as wanda raised an amused brow, pursing her lips together to fight back a smile. you pointed to the coconut to counter her silent reproach, giving her a light blush. “get your head outta gutter, ma’am,” you said and retreated to the kitchen before she could come up with a witty remark, which you’d most likely shut her up with a kiss.

wanda hums the tune from maroon 5’s sunday morning as she exits the indoor, clutching a wooden tray filled with food and replenishments. a board of charcuterie sits in the middle of the two piña coladas. you gasp at the precise detailing, “i’m not done,” blinking your eyes in anticipation, revealing a coconut with a straw strapped to the side. wanda caresses your hair, gives you a kiss on the forehead as you look up at her adoringly. “help yourself, angel,” she said before pecking your cheek. you mewl and melt at her service, appreciating the beautiful woman even more.

the drinks are astounding, satisfying your thirst for something cool in this caribbean summer heat, as well as your insufferable stomach—literal paradise—blinding your attention away from the oval-rimmed eyeglasses, but most especially, her gorgeousness in a bikini. “is that-“

wanda maximoff grins like a cheshire cat, “yes, angel, it’s the one you picked for me!” sometimes wanda does it, she sends you a fitting room pic of her in bikinis—and if you were blessed enough—lingeries—needing a different perspective of what looks flattering on her.

this particular bikini that clings onto her glistening skin is a green tie-front bandeau matched with a thin-string bikini bottom that leaves little to no imagination; highlighting the fullness of her hips down her voluminous thigh. her exposed tight stomach that has a small bruise on the side of her belly button, the heavy cups of her chest. you love how wanda never fails to wear something as if she was born with it and that it never leaves her skin.

you don’t realize until later that your mouth hangs open watching wanda cozy herself onto the beach chair next to you, laying it all out for the sea to see.

“oh,” you choke on your own spit, sight glued onto her cleavage. and if temptation could get any worse, sweat trickles down on the valley of it, getting envious (and more) of how close it is to where you want to be. stammering “you look-l-look-so look so marvelous, w-wan,” you gulp down your insistent saliva and grab the cool piña colada, biting hard on the straw as you sip in the flavor to replace the volcano on your tongue, before saying another that would jeopardize this peaceful, sunny day. (although it isn’t bad if it heads toward that direction.)

“you’re sucking so hard on it, princess,” wanda chuckles, “is it that tasty?” facing you now, leaning her weight against her right arm. her cleavage sag toward gravity, you fear it might actually fall off. short-circuiting for a moment, registering her question, her intention, and her innuendo. trying to calculate and rethink your response as you now, gently, sip the straw, sensing the coolness of your throat and skin, staring at the vast sea.

you turn your gaze on her nose, so wanda would think that you are brave enough to have a staredown with her striking olive green eyes. then you take another hard sip, hollowing your cheeks in the process, at the same time moaning loudly, rolling your eyes back. “oh yes,” you sigh, “it tastes so good, wan! would you like some?”

she grins like a proud mother, “yeah,” reaching for the other glass but you swat her hand away. “nuh-uh,” you spurn, shaking your index finger whilst you stand up from the chair. you take three slow, deliberate steps sipping on the cocktail, not breaking eye contact with her. wanda watches every move in a relaxed position, however, her eyes carry primacy and eagerness—she’s like a hawk with it.

you bat your eyes at her as you lower yourself down, dipping one knee on the beach chair in the open space of her glistening legs, at the same time resting the piña colada on the wooden tray. wanda scoots facing you, realizing what is up your sleeve. a shiver runs down your spine when she holds your love handles, positioning you in place. you swear to not have done anything but sit, like a moan, when she plops you down against her lap, her grip on your knees reluctant as if she’s trying not to clench on you too hard.

wanda’s specs tumble out of place for a second ‘cause you clip the loose strands of blonde hair behind her ear, taking your time. she whines, “i’m getting so thirsty!” jerking your body up and down, making your legs quiver, the friction of your cores heating your bundle of nerves.

sticking an index finger against her complaining lips only to pinch her jawbone to force an opening, without saying a word, you connect your mouth with hers, slowly pushing out the piña colada into her “parched” throat.

wanda flutters her eyes close and hums at the sensation, gulping it down, caressing your back in the process. sluggish and soft, fingertips against your shoulder blades. upward your hair, combing through them. and finally, your neck, massaging your nape in circular motions.

when you pull away you return a soft smile, giddy and grateful, reaching for the glass to give her some more. wanda’s wandering hands begin to become playful, toying with your bikini strap, stretching the fabric just to let it strike your skin. you hiss, slapping her hands away, yet she reprimands you with a smack on the ass. you sigh in relief for not having anything in your mouth.

more perspiration covers her milk skin, moaning at the liquid tantalizing her throat, and you who cannot help but bounce against her, the heat crawling through your body caused by not only the tropical heat of the island.

“princess, wanda whines, pushing your hips hard to stop you from bouncing like a bitch in heat, “what is it?” acting as if she doesn’t know what you’re asking for. “do you want to ride my thigh?”

or maybe she does.

nodding eagerly, you slide your hands over wanda’s arms to intertwine fingers, descending to land on her thigh. “don’t let me go,”

wanda shakes her head, relaxed, rubbing her thumb over, “how am i going to play with your nipples then, honey?”

that particular sentence made you grind hard on her, your pussy throbbing in anticipation. it’s all up to you though, so you begin to feel her voluptuous thigh at home between your legs, at home to be used by your needy pussy. “let me play with them, yeah?”

you allow wanda to let go of your hands, although it doesn’t stay dangling and out of place. she puts them around her waist, “there. so you have something to hold on to,” gathering your hair around her grip. “get on it, little girl. give me a great view.”

you do as told.

somehow, you always need wanda’s approval and permission before doing something that includes her, because it’s different with her. you utterly have faith that she would keep you safe, because most exciting things are dangerous. you become your truest, unapologetic self with her, dependent and clueless. wanda adores it, serving you, treating you like a princess.

hoarsely, “there we go, nice and slow for now, huh?” wanda stares at your whole frame, your legs automatically spreading wider, draping over the chair. she bites her lip, dragging her fingers over your thighs, as you increase your pace. you squeal, pressing your clad pussy against her thigh, “that’s what i’m talking about, baby. make yourself feel good for me,” whilst wanda encourages you with hunger.

you whimper, watching her watch you. blood rushes into your cheeks, bowing down to relieve the tension of being under wanda’s gaze, still unused to the pierce of her green eyes. you only look back when she begins fiddling with your top straps, teasing you with her next move.

you believe you know what’s about to happen and yet she lets them go, cupping your tits with her hands, kneading them into her calloused palms. you topple over at the pleasure, and she holds you up with your breasts, almost crushing them. the action causes you to let out a high-pitched whimper, casually rubbing yourself to take off the insufferable itch in your clit.

“oh god,” you sob when wanda pries the cups open without taking the top off, only setting them aside, as if she’s washing off sand from a seashell with her slender hands. “oh, oh!” feverishly you buck your hips, and “wanda!” a scream follows as she steps on her heel, her thigh going on a slope.

“that’s my pretty girl,” wanda husks, “keep moaning for me,” encouraging you. a simultaneous long moan erupts from both of you as she pinches your peaks, rolling them in between her fingers. a hungry grunt vibrates through her before diving into your tit, sucking it full with her mouth. your hand goes straight through her blonde hair, gripping it through the scalp, and then her shoulder where you find better leverage.

“that’s it-“ wanda huffs, “g-good, good, my good girl,” lost in the pleasure of sucking your chest. “yeah baby come for me-“

wanda guides your hips, setting a quick, solid rhythm. she pulses her heel up and down, and then it hits you,

“come for me, pretty girl. come for mommy-“

screaming and thrashing on top of her.

you crash against her chest, quivering all over, moan after moan tumbling out of your mouth, your hips still moving but at their own accord, with wanda’s hands resting on your buttcheeks. wanda hums when you quiet down, the vibration reaching your nipples, grazing you with a scream, cum dripping out of you. “dirty,” you mewl, referring to your soaked and sticky bikini bottom

wanda groans, “all mine,” palming your pussy through it, shoving her lips onto yours. you happily obliged, probing your tongue in her mouth, which she gladly accepted. massaging them together, suckling, and then nipping her lower lip, brushing your noses together.

“mhm!” you squeal as you pull away, giving wanda a radiant smile. she pinches your cheeks and pecks your nose. “okay then!” she claps her hands together, an eager woman with a plan. she kisses the side of your neck just below your ear. she pulls you away from her, settling you down in between her legs.

she gets up, get cozy, princess, mommy’s just gonna take something inside, okay?”

“mommy,” you whine, “can i come with?”

“no no, princess. it’s a surprise for you, okay? i’ll be back before you know it!” and then she’s gone.

you probably should have added “please” then she would’ve surely brought you in with her. but you do entertain yourself with the little time alone: rearranging glasses back in place, disregarding your wet bottom because wanda would take it off as usual, and finish the cocktail. you also spooned a bit of the coconut’s inside.

a loud chatter pulls you away from your little bubble, a group of people jet skiing echoing through the space. multiple arms wave in your direction, a booming “HELLO” as you wave back, blush coating your cheeks. you push your legs tight together. realizing the openness of the patio, you make a double take behind the place wanda has disappeared off, knowing that there’s more to come out of after your stunt, and most especially that you have brought her dominant side out here.

you drink wanda’s piña colada to pacify your nerves.

wanda isn’t scary, per se, she just gets super duper mega hot and towering—sometimes to the point of la petite mort—but this time the possibility of somebody else kayaking their way into your location makes you palpitate.

kayaking, the deliberate effort of rowing through this calm ocean—the agonizing trail of the canoes—it is something worse than a damn jet ski. this is driving you crazy!

“i’m sorry for the long wait, my darling. mommy couldn’t find it for a while ‘cause she’s thinking about you…”

you take a huge gulp, refusing to look at what's behind you. a hand ghosts on top of the beach chair. “it’s okay, wanda, i like the view here…”

“i know, princess. but it’ll look nicer if you see what mommy packed for you!”

this is her cue to come forward, blocking the peaceful view of the sea, showing her thick strap. you roll your eyes back, trembling all over, making her chuckle at the expected reaction, taking your hand to stroke her cock.

“i love the sound of your whimpers, baby. shows how much effect i have on you,” wanda husks, her desire of giving it to you palpable, because she dirty talks her way into your pussy as she does so. you gasp, “it’s big,” gripping the tip, feeling the faux veins coating the shaft. “you can take it, princess. i know it.”

“i don’t think so…” you dissent, shaking your head, at the same time anticipating it. but surely you can’t take it in you, it’ll hurt so bad. wanda shakes her head and palms your drenched clothed pussy before setting it aside.

she puts a finger in without warning, making you arch your back, a cry “mommy!” leaving your shocked mouth.

“now you’re calling me mommy,” she gives you a disapproving look, but urges you on smiling at the motion of you sucking her middle finger in fully without resistance. “i knew you’d be so wet, so i didn’t bring any lube.”

wanda takes her finger out and puts it in her mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of your cum. “mmm, i might just have to eat you out instead. would you want that, my princess?”

you nod your head rather aggressively, your face contorted in desperation. anything not to take her monster dick. however, wanda must’ve noticed your not-so-subtle calculation because she changes her mind, shaking her head, trying to hide her cheshire smirk.

“no,” she hum, “i think my tongue can wait for this sweet pussy. ‘cause then what’s gonna keep my baby girl’s boobs occupied?”

a squeal leaves your mouth as wanda drags your legs to the edge until it’s draping off the chair. you stick your legs together in the wind, your cum glistening on your pussy. wanda traces the slick that coats your inner thigh, just to get a rise out of you. she bites her lip in anticipation as she lubes her cock with your pussy juice, rubbing the tip over your clit.

“fuck,” she moans, “listen to it,” slapping it the toy against your pussy. “mommy,” you could only respond, already over the whole teasing fit. “please!”

“please what, princess?”

“plea-pl-“

she chuckles. wanda groans as she lines her cock in your opening, “use your words, darling. makes it easier for us,” waiting for you to vocalize.

you fling your hand forward to intertwine them with hers. “please fuck me, mommy. pleaseplease fill meplease!”

wanda whimpers.

“that’s my good girl.”

she enters you slowly, encouraging you to take deep breaths as she spreads your hole, tearing you open to get used to the size. your brows knit together at the sharp pain, mewling at the sensation. wanda peppers kisses all over your neck and jaw, distracting you from the initial process, “hey, hey, baby. it’s okay, mommy’s here–mommy will take care of you.”

your “thank you” gets swallowed by her lips, capturing yours in a languid tango, firm and warm in the tropical heat. your eyes flutter close alike battling sleep as, fighting the urge to just stay open because if you stare long enough at wanda’s eyelashes, you would be able to count them, but you settle with feeling it caressing your cheekbone. she breathes you in with each inhale, her hands coming to your cheeks to get a hold of you even more. you let out a keen for the numerous times she bites your lip, sliding her tongue in when you moan at the first thrust.

you break the kiss, “mommy,” giving her a pleading look. “please.”

she presents you a peck and nods her head, “oh yes,” beginning a pace. “is that okay, princess? does it hurt?”

“little only now, mommy. i like it,” you reply, taking her tongue in yours again.

“yeah?” she pulls away from the kiss, “you like mommy grinding down on you?” pushing in her length harder, her pace controlled. you hear the beach chair thud against the movement. your tits bounce at the same time, whimpering, tugging her hand, “faster please-“

“no, no. mommy’s gonna take her time, my love. i need to feel every inch of you before we get back. fuck! i’ve never fucked you in a bikini! it’s been in my bucket list for months now and i could finally-!”

wanda finds her pace, a grunt leaving her, pumping deeper into you, “-do this!” a cry leaving your swelling lips as your back arches in the process, her cock stuffing you full. “thank you, feels so good,” you slur, eyes rolling back, seeing the blue of cloudy skies. you think you begin to drool.

wanda makes an incoherent statement, her lower lip bitten to hold back her moans. a bucket of sweat forms on her forehead, little bubbles that slide down through her forehead and blushing face. her hair tangles in knots like a wet mop, clinging against her back.

her hands slither through your body, tracing patterns on your stomach, playing with your belly button. “you’re welcome,” she sighs, “anything for my favorite lady,” whispering over your ear, her hot puffs making your spine quiver. she nibbles your earlobe.

and your neck, sinking her teeth into flesh, planting a bruise, gripping your waist tight to pull you forward to meet her pounding. “ah fuck, wanda!” you yelp, as she stretches your pussy hole open and full. bucking her hips with no abandon, chasing that high that belongs in between your legs, her primal urge to please you—to hear you scream her name in your favorite vacation spot—to make you come apart only for her to build you back up.

“oh baby, uh,” wanda keens, clipping her hair out of the way of seeing you fucked out, “play with your tits, y/n. come on, please! show me your pretty bits,”

a high-pitched moan sounds out of you from wanda’s desperation, mimicking her movement a sex ago, setting your cups to the side. your fingers shake as you pinch and roll your nipples, your moans getting higher and prolonged the more you tug at them. your whole body spasms, thrashing under wanda who makes it her life’s mission to make you come around her cock.

you hear her chuckle close to your ear, licking a column of your neck, peppering kisses down onto your chest, replacing your fingers with her lips and tongue.

“so hard, so ha-“

“harder!” you sob, jackhammering your hips to meet hers, every snap ending with the sound of your juices thwacking around wanda’s big dick.

“hey, hey, princess look,” wanda slaps your face lightly to catch your attention, at the brink of tapping out, your brain unable to cope up with the situation anymore. you push your hoods open—screaming at the shock—the sight of wanda’s bare breasts bouncing up and down, looking so supple and fresh.

“mommy,” you whine, “i wanna suck you,”

how you managed to let that out you don’t know.

wanda whimpers, “oh baby,” purring as she downs her pace, “here princess,” taking one tit and holding in front of your mouth, “suck mommy good yeah?”

you only nod your head, speaking less to more. your mouth envelops in the hard peaks of the older woman, flicking it with your tongue before you actually suck it. wanda lets out a shaky breath, “y-yeah princess. be a good girl for mommy-“ driving her cock in your wet cunt in one swift thrust, frantic to hear you once more.

“y/n!” wanda writhes, the only leverage she has over you is her hands clenching your sides, “fuck fuckfuck me- mommy’s so close princess-!” screaming along with you.

“mommy, mommy,” you slur, attempting to wrap your legs around her waist but it’s too imposible with the energy you have. although wanda takes notice, helping you, wrapping one leg around her, whilst the other takes your hand the way you intended to in the first place. “yes, princess. mommy’s clo–come with me, please? come with me m’kay?”

repetitive words tumble out of wanda’s lips with the way her mind untangles as well, lost in the pleasure of having you fucked brainless. her tit falls off your mouth when you fling your head back, nearing into your climax. one more thrust—

a familiar loud chatter enters your hearing, pointing toward your direction, wanda noticing the same thing as she pauses for a beat, and before shame could creep into your head, she jolts her hips recklessly, fucking you with a few visitors.

“fuck yeah? we got an audience, baby. better give them our best sho-“

wanda chokes out a sob the same time as you, convulsing and trembling together at the climax. multiple expletives grunts out of her filthy mouth, complementing your sputtering.

wanda screams the same time as you do, crashing together. multiple expletives come out of her filthy mouth, complementing your whiny sounds.

“m-mommy!” you whine, drool dripping out of your mouth, “please–“ wanda grinning down at you, the loud chatter that once was powerful now weak and non-existent. “yes princess?” she purrs, washing the orgasm out of you. “i think you made them shut up, baby,” she chuckles breathlessly, her face red and wet. “but…we’re not done yet.”

you whine, exhaustion already painted all over you. “nope,” wanda pops the p and fixes your disheveled hair. you look so fucked out, not even a workout excuse is going to hide that.

“i just…” wanda takes her time to come up with something, a sugarcoated truth, maybe? or a white lie?

“…i wanna put all my cum inside you,” she lets out quietly, batting her eyes at you.

you cry with your legs spread open and shaking, ropes of cum filling your pussy hole. wanda giggles and moves her cock in a sensual pace, making sure nothing goes to waste.

“i’m so full mommy!”

“so full of my cum! how does it feel being filled with cum, huh, princess?”

you can barely open your eyes at this point, but wanda insists, slapping your face lightly to catch your short attention span. “you like it?”

“yes, mommy. makes me wanna suck you,” you whimper as wanda moans. “i’ll fuck my cum in you some more and then i’ll get to fuck your face?”

“yes, you offer breathlessly, drifting off. she takes your chin so you could face her, “no, no,” giving you a demanding look, “yes what?”

she puts her thumb in your mouth and you automatically suck. “yes, mommy.”

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NSFW - no minors - smut with plot - Part 2

Plot: Your older brother's best friend was a pain in the ass, always seeking the opportunity to mock and tease you. You hated his guts or at least you were pretty sure you did. How can one person be so annoying and simultaneously so utterly attractive? It wasn't fair...

Currently he was sprawled out on the couch at your family's house, ready to spend the night and hang out with your older brother. Now what could go wrong if your brother left the two of you alone to get some last minute beer and snacks?

Warnings: brothers best friend Gojo - virgin reader - thigh riding - getting interrupted - oral (m) - talk about feelings and crying - talk about protection - unprotected sex - cowgirl - missionary - implied multiple rounds - aftercare - awkward morning after with Suguru

Word count: 5.931

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Satoru cursed under his breath when he heard the sound of keys at the front door, mentally strangling his friend for having the worst timing. "Damn it, he's early." He muttered, hastily zipping up his pants and adjusting his shirt to cover his still present bulge, trying to hide the evidence of what you two had been doing.

He grabs you by your hips and lifts you off his lap, setting you down beside him on the couch and casually throwing an arm across the backrest. "Relax, sweetcheeks. Just act natural, okay?”

You too, straighten out as much as possible, throwing a blanket over to him to help him cover his obvious problem right before Suguru walks through the door.

Suguru looks at the both of you suspiciously, before letting out a huff. "You haven't killed each other yet? I'm impressed.", was all he said before placing the shopping bags full of snacks on the coffee table.

Satoru chuckled at his friend's remark and gave a crooked smile. "You doubted me, really? I'm a well-behaved houseguest, remember?" On the outside he tried to act nonchalant but his mind was still on you and the unfinished business between you two. He threw a sidelong glance at you, subtly admiring your appearance and trying to fight the urge to pull you back onto his lap.

“Yeah, of course you are, Satoru.” You say sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. You were impressed with yourself at how stable your voice sounded, not giving away any evidence of the arousal still dripping down your legs. Satoru just chuckled at your sarcastic remark and returned the eye roll with a smirk. He made a mental note to tease you later about how well you were masking your desires.

You turn your attention back to your brother while looking through the grocery bags. “Did you bring my favorite? I swear to God Suguru if you forgot my strawberry lollipops again, I will…” Meanwhile Satoru watched as you started going through the grocery bags, his eyes discreetly traveling down to your legs and noticing the way you squirmed ever so slightly.

“Is it true the weirdo will stay here for the night?” You try to silently communicate with Satoru, hoping he would catch onto your subtle invite to continue where the two of you left off. He nodded subtly in your direction, immediately understanding your hidden message.

He turned back to your brother as well. "Yeah, I'll be crashing here tonight. Got a problem with that, Suguru?” Suguru just raised an eyebrow at our behavior before dismissively waving his hand and walking over to the kitchen aisle to fetch some glasses for the drinks. “When did I ever have a problem with that? And even if, you wouldn't listen anyway…”

You huff out in fake annoyance, still trying not to make your brother suspicious about your behavior. “Whatever. Just make sure to stay away from me as far as possible, Satoru.” He had to fight the urge to roll his eyes at your statement, but instead, he smirked in amusement. He had to admit, you were doing a remarkably good job at acting nonchalant.

It was kind of fun. Sneaking around all secretly with him and you decided to tease him just a bit more when you found the bags of your favorite treat. You had to see how far you could take it before the mighty Gojo Satoru would lose his mind. So you take a strawberry lollipop out of the bag, opening it up and plopping it into your mouth. Sucking and licking the sweet candy while holding eye contact with him the whole time and smiling innocently. “Hhm~ Perfect. Such a sweet tasty treat. My favorite. Thanks, Suguru.”

Satoru's smirk faltered slightly when you started sucking and licking that lollipop, the innocent look on your face driving him wild. Gripping the corner of the couch, trying to maintain his composure and feeling a pang of jealousy towards that piece of candy, wishing it was him that you were sucking and licking so eagerly. "Yeah yeah, we all know how much you love candy.”

“Says the one with a sweet tooth himself.” You say teasingly, leaning closer to him, your faces only centimeters apart and you're sure he can smell the sweet breath of strawberry candy from your mouth.

You stand up from the couch, swinging your hips ever so slightly. “I’m going to take a shower. See ya!” You stop at the staircase, looking back over your shoulder and making sure Suguru isn't watching before throwing a wink at him.

He just watched you intently as you stood up and walked towards the staircase, his eyes following your every move. He couldn't help but notice the extra sway in your hips and the way you glanced back at him with that seductive wink. His heart rate picked up and his mind started racing with thoughts of what he wanted to do to you in that shower.

He waited for you to disappear upstairs before throwing a casual "later" in Suguru's direction. Then he stood up and casually walked toward the staircase as well, his mind clearly elsewhere.

Suguru could only roll his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose before muttering a few curses under his breath. He couldn't believe the two of us were this obvious, he thought he taught Satoru better than that. Flopping himself down onto the couch, he unpacked the beer, wanting to drown out the noises he would definitely be hearing in a few minutes.

In the meantime you stood in front of your wardrobe trying to pick out a sexy but subtle outfit for you. You needed something that would leave Satoru mouth watering but not extreme enough to make your brother snap at you. Standing in front of your closet and contemplating, you almost didn't notice the bedroom door swinging open. But when you did, a smirk found its way onto your face and you let out a chuckle. “And a few moments ago you teased me for being eager. Now look at you, Mister Gojo Satoru.”

When you turned around to look at him, your smile slightly faltered. Just maybe you took it a little bit too far. He was chuckling to himself at your comment, closing the door behind him, locking it in place before stalking over to you. “Satoru, I didn't- What are you-” You couldn't even finish your sentence before he practically pounced onto you, his lips on yours in an instant. The kiss hungry and asking for more.

He groaned as he savored the taste of your lips, his hands gripping at your waist to pull you flush against him. He nibbled at your lower lip, tongue darting out to taste the sweetness from that damn lollipop. You throw your arms around his neck, your mouth parting obediently when his tongue demands entrance against your lips. You couldn't help yourself, you were so needy for his attention.

“Satoru~” You mumble out between hot kisses. “Bed. Now, please.” You whine into his mouth, desperately wanting to take this further, to continue where the two of you have left off.

He chuckled huskily against your mouth, loving the way you whined and begged for him. It was music to his ears. He picked you up, his hands firm on your thighs as he carried you over to the bed and laid you down gently onto the sheets. Looking down at you, he took in your flushed cheeks and parted lips. His hands roaming across your body, under your shirt and up to your chest. "You want me that bad, huh, sweetcheeks? So needy…”

“You're teasing again.” You whine out impatiently with your lips in a cute little pout and your hands are tucking at his shirt already, wanting it out of the way.

He only chuckled at your pouty expression, finding it irresistibly cute, leaning down and nipping at your bottom lip, he whispered huskily into your ear. "Impatient little thing, aren't you?" He straightened up and pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing his toned chest and muscular arms. "Can't keep your hands off me, huh? Well, go ahead sweetcheeks. Touch all you want.”

You would have made a snarky comment about his cocky attitude but you were completely in trance the moment his shirt was carelessly discarded onto the floor. Your eyes fixated on his bare skin, the way his muscular abs rippled with every move and the way his toned chest rose and fell with every breath. Your hands landing on the skin just above his pants and traveling up in featherlight touches, resting right against the skin where his heart was beating loudly in his chest. Looking up directly into his beautiful blue orbs and realizing he was already staring back at you. Not being able to hold back the feelings currently stirring inside of you, tears were welling up in your eyes just at the way he looked so beautiful right now.

You couldn't really describe the feeling or why you were so overwhelmed by it but in this moment you felt so safe and secure with him, like you were his, like this was how it was supposed to be. Like you were born to be with him.

He just watched silently as your eyes traveled down his shirtless torso, your touch sending shivers through his body. He could see the admiration and desire in your gaze, and it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. When your eyes meet his, he is struck by the mixture of emotions in your own. The tears beginning to form in your eyes stirred something deep inside him. He reached forward and gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face. "Hey, don't cry, sweetcheeks." He whispered softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "Are you okay?”

“I-I'm sorry.” You sniffle, trying to compose yourself and not make a fool out of you. “I don't know what came over me…” You start to gently push him off of you, sitting up slightly and tucking your knees under your chin. He frowned when you tried to push him away, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of losing the intimate moment you had been sharing.

You weren't looking at him but at the space in between the two of you, calling out his name softly. “Satoru? Can I ask you a question? And please take me seriously here…” You didn't wanted to ruin the mood and you knew he didn't like getting all emotional, talking about feelings and such but you needed to talk about this before moving any further.

He could see the vulnerability in your eyes and knew that this wasn't something he could just brush off with a dismissive joke. "Of course, you can ask me anything. What's on your mind, sweetcheeks?”

“I'm yours, right? After this night, I mean? After we do…this?” You knew Satoru was a ladies man. Always fooling around and having every woman swoon over him. Up until now you have never seen him being in a serious relationship or even twice with the same girl but tonight was about your virginity and the fact that you were willing to give it up to him. “I am yours and you are mine after this, right?” You meet his eyes again, your voice shaky and lips trembling slightly as tears start to well up again. Trying to wipe them away with the back of your hand and getting frustrated at the fact you were so vulnerable in front of him. You needed him, more than you thought you ever would and you didn't know what to do if he broke your heart in two after tonight.

He could see the vulnerability and fear in your teary eyes, and it tugged at his heartstrings. He had never seen you like this before, so raw and open, but he couldn't deny that it was endearing. He gently reached out and took your trembling hand in his, holding it firmly. "Yes. After tonight, I'm yours. And you're mine." He pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace. "You don't have to worry about anything, sweetcheeks. I'm not going anywhere. I'm all yours."

Sitting in his lap made you relax a bit, the sincerity of his words calming you down immensely. Your arms around his shoulders were holding him close to you and your face was buried in his neck, inhaling his scent. He just holds you close, his hands still soothingly rubbing your back as he lets you soak in the comfort of his embrace. He could feel your body trembling slightly as you nestled into his neck, and he gently pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

The whole situation reminded you of the purpose you two had landed in your bed in the first place and also makes you extremely aware about the wetness in your panties and the bulge in his pants beneath you.

The vulnerability of the confession is still lingering in the air. Love and adoration was added to the carnal desire and need for one another. “Then, then claim me.” You let out in a shaky breath, followed by your hips grinding down into his lap, just like he had shown you before. Your arms reaching up and taking off your own shirt.

When you spoke those words a low growl rumbled in his throat, his arms tightening around you. His eyes roamed over your naked torso, taking in every inch of exposed skin with hunger. "Mine" He breathed, his voice raspy with desire.

“Only yours." You echo back at him in a whisper. Your hands finding purchase on his belt buckle, opening up his pants and looking at him with a mixture of love and lust. You move off his lap and immediately notice the confusion in his eyes, making you giggle before taking off your skirt, leaving you standing in front of him in nothing but your panties.

Sitting down on your knees in front of him, looking up with big, innocent eyes. He watched you intently as you sat at his feet, his breath catching at the sight of your bare body. You looked so beautiful, so eager to please him, and he couldn't help but be captivated by you. “I need you to guide me through this, Satoru. Need you to teach me what makes you feel good, please. How to do this right…”

He reached out and gently caressed your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Of course, sweetcheeks. I'll guide you through everything." He shifted forward on the bed, his legs bracketing you as he looked down at you with a smile. "Come here.”

You lean your face closer into his lap. Your trembling hands tenderly reach out to take him out of his underwear. Your eyes widening slightly at his size and you had to gulp down some air, suddenly feeling very intimidated. But you need him to be proud of you and bite back your concern, willing to learn and trusting him to help you through this. With a last look into his eyes for reassurance, your tongue darts out to lick his tip gently.

The feeling of your tongue on him sent a jolt of pleasure through his body and he let out a strangled groan. He watched with a mixture of awe and need as you gently touched him, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. Resisting the urge to buck his hips forward and wanting to give you time to explore and get used to the feeling. "That's it, sweetcheeks. You're doing so good for me.”

When you taste him on your tongue for the first time, you couldn't help the moan that escaped your throat and when he groaned out at the pleasure, you feel a sense of pride. You're gaining more and more confidence and decide to take him further into you. The unfamiliar feeling makes your eyes sting with tears. You liked this. Liked his taste, his sounds, the way you could make him feel good and you kind of wish he wouldn't hold himself back anymore.

He could see the tears welling up in your eyes, and part of him wanted to stop you, to make sure you weren't pushing yourself too far. But the sight of you, so eager and willing to please him, was too much to resist. His fingers find their way into your hair, gently guiding your motions. "Relax your throat, sweetcheeks. Breathe through your nose." He said huskily, his voice filled with both desire and concern.

You hum around him, trying to follow his advice instantly. You didn't know that the vibrations would have such a strong affect on him and you feel his body shiver from pleasure above you. He lets out a guttural moan. "God, you're so good at this." He said, his fingers tightening slightly in your hair. He could feel himself getting close already after all the pent up desire from earlier, the pleasure building up quickly and he fought to control himself. He didn't want to finish too quickly and make a fool out of himself. "Sweetcheeks, you need to slow down.”

You looked up at him through teary eyes, slowing down your movement, your tongue still swirling around him, not willing to let go of his taste and the heavy feeling of him against your tongue. Your face showed confusion, wondering if you did something wrong or if you interpreted this all wrong and he didn't like what you were doing.

He groaned as you slowed down, his grip in your hair relaxing. "No, no, you're doing so good, sweetcheeks." He reassured you, his gaze on you filled with need and admiration. He knew he couldn't let himself go just yet, he wanted to make sure this was enjoyable for you too. But it was becoming harder and harder to hold back and so he took the safe route. "Pull off, sweetcheeks. Come here.”

You pull off of him with a lewd plopping sound, your lips pouting slightly and he couldn't help but chuckle, finding you irresistibly cute. He reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip which was still glistening with saliva. "Don't worry, sweetcheeks. I'll take care of you. Just trust me." He said, his voice low and soothing.

He pulled you up and closer, making you straddle his lap in front of him, with one leg on either side of his hips. "Lean forward and hold onto my shoulders.”

When you follow his instructions and lean forward, you unknowingly hold your bare chest right in front of his face. He felt his breath hitch at the sight of you so close to his face. Your skin was so smooth and beautiful, untouched and innocent. Just like you. As if you were a work of art made just for him. Your tiny hands clutch onto his broad shoulders for stability and you eagerly wait for his next instructions.

“I trust you, Satoru.” Your words are softly spoken and full of love, locking eyes with his and blinking up at him. His hands find your hips, gently guiding you to straddle him more tightly. He could feel your weight on him, your body pressed flush against his. "Now, slowly lower yourself down onto me. Take your time." He whispered in your ear, his voice low and gentle.

But you don't follow, instead your brows furrow in a moment of uncertainty. “Condom…” You whisper out. “Don't we need a condom?” Satoru froze for a moment, realizing the important aspect he had unintentionally overlooked. He cursed himself inwardly for becoming so lost in the moment. He looked at you, his expression serious as he nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry, sweetcheeks. Sometimes I forget myself. I'll find one, just give me a moment."

When he made a move to stand up, intending to look around for a condom, you quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. “Wait! I-I think it's alright. I mean if we don't use one... I-I want to feel you. Like, all of you but I wasn't sure. I just wanted to ask in case you-” You ramble on in embarrassment, not finishing your last sentence and letting out a frustrated huff of air at your own nervousness in the moment. Looking into his eyes, hoping that he will understand what you want to say and that you are okay with not using protection for tonight.

He listens to your rushed words, his expression softening at your shyness and nervousness. The fact that you wanted to feel him, all of him, without any barriers between you, set his heart racing and his desire for you only grew stronger. He cupped your face in his hand, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek. His eyes lock onto yours, his gaze filled with need but also tenderness. "Are you sure, sweetcheeks? You're not just saying that because you think that's what I want, right?”

“What? No! No, of course not. I'm actually on the pill so it's alright. I just wanted to make sure, because this is my first time and I don't know... I heard it can be… messy?” You were so embarrassed but couldn't stop yourself from rambling on further, probably making a real fool out of you. “But guys do like it raw, right? My friends say that guys prefer to do it without protection…?” You get more and more quiet at the end of your sentence, too embarrassed to actually speak such things out loud. “You would like it, right?”

He couldn't hold back a smirk at your rambling. You looked so cute when you were nervous and embarrassed, it only made him want to ruin you even more. He chuckled softly, gently stopping you from continuing with a soothing touch to your face. "Sweetcheeks, please breathe." He teased gently, but his eyes were filled with desire and love. "Yes, I do like it raw. I love the feeling of your body, of being as close to you as possible. And as for the mess, don't worry. I'll take care of it after.”

“Then, I don't want you to use it. Want to feel you raw.” Your eyes blink up at him, the desperate desire clearly evident. You were still seated in his lap, your hand finding purchase on his chest before sliding down to his abdomen, taking his length cautiously into your hand and pumping him slowly for a few times. “Can we continue please?”

He lets out a deep breath when you touch him, his eyes closing briefly at the sensation of your gentle hand wrapping around him. When you asked to continue, his eyes opened again, locking onto yours with unwavering intensity. He placed one hand on your hip, his grip firm and possessive. His other hand wrapped around your wrist, guiding your movements as you touched him. "Yes, we can continue. I'm all yours, sweetcheeks.”

Hearing the words falling from his lips, you take one last deep breath and decide to be brave. Taking the initiative, your lips find his own in a messy kiss. One of your hands still wrapped around him, the other coming to the back of his neck, softly grazing the strands of white hair.

You adjust your position on his lap, hovering above his length for a moment before slowly sinking down onto him. You break the kiss immediately when you feel him stretch past your tight entrance, your face scrunching up in pain and your mouth dropping open in a silent moan. The feeling was unfamiliar.

His eyes open as soon as you retreat from the intensity of the kiss, watching your face intently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hip as he feels your body stretch around him. He saw the pain etched onto your features, his expression softening with concern although he couldn't hide the pleasure he was feeling. "Shhh, relax, sweetcheeks. Take all the time you need. The pain will pass soon. Just breathe.”

“'s big Satoru~ Hurts…” You let out a whimper, your eyes brimming with tears when your body tried to accommodate him and to the new feeling. You really try to relax, breathe in and out, finding comfort in his touch. Still, you were barely halfway inside. All the while his concerned eyes watch your every move. He could feel the struggle you were going through, and he wanted to ease your pain in any way possible. His grip on your hip tightened slightly as he felt you clenching around him.

"I know, sweetcheeks. I know it hurts, but you're doing so well. Just focus on your breathing." He ran his hand up and down your back, trying to soothe you as he felt your body resist his intrusion. "Try to relax for me, sweetcheeks. You're taking me so well.” His words encourage you immensely and you start to relax. You bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent and unintentionally clench around him.

When the pain lessens, you sink down all the way letting out a breath you didn't even knew you were holding and after a few more seconds your hips instinctively begin drawing light circles for friction, the pain now completely gone and replaced with the need for more.

He could feel your body adjusting to him, his breath hitching as he felt your walls spasm and clench around him. Your face buried in his neck sends shivers down his spine, and he could feel your breath on his skin. When you sink down fully, a low groan escapes him, his eyes closing at the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him. When you begin moving your hips in those small, teasing circles, his grip on your waist tightens reflexively. "God, sweetcheeks. You feel so good.”

You kiss alongside his jaw up to his lips. His groans are muffled as soon as your lips meet his in a deep, slow and passionate kiss. “Feels so good Satoru~.” The movement of your hips getting a little bolder. “Need you to take control. Don't know what to do next. Want you to make me feel good.” You mumble between kisses.

He savors the feeling of your body against his, your sweet scent filling his senses and driving him wild with desire. He breaks the kiss, his eyes locking onto yours, his gaze dark and filled with lust. "Gladly, sweetcheeks. Lay back for me." He gently pushes you back onto the bed, following you down and settling himself between your legs.

When he's laying you down onto the bed and hovering above you, you can't help the look of admiration and love that fills your eyes, your hand instinctively reaching out to gently caress his face. You open your legs up wider to make it easier for him to move in between. You never knew you would ever think this way, seeing how annoying you usually thought Gojo Satoru was, but you trust him completely to take control and make you feel good.

He leans into your touch, his eyes closing at the feeling of your fingertips against his skin. When you open yourself up for him, his breath hitches and his eyes roam over your body, taking in every inch of your skin and committing it to memory. "You're so beautiful, sweetcheeks." He whispers, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your hip. "I'm going to make you feel so good, I promise." And with that, he's filling you up again, the stretch eliciting a moan from your lips and begins to move, his hips slowly rocking against yours.

Your hands fly up to your mouth trying to cover up the sounds, not wanting to alert your brother. If Suguru found you, his sister and his best friend in this compromising position, you two would be in huge trouble. “Fuck…” You whisper out, back arching and eyes rolling into the back of your head because of the pleasure.

Satoru can't help but chuckle softly at your attempt to quiet yourself, your efforts to hide your moans only spur him on to make you louder, to make you forget about the world outside. He leans down, his body covering yours completely, pinning you to the bed as he continues to move inside of you. His lips find their way to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there, leaving behind a trail of love bites. "Don't hold back, sweetcheeks. Let me hear you moan for me.”

You want to glare at him for being so irresponsible, for not caring if your brother found out or not but with how good he was making you feel, it was basically impossible. The words are dying on your tongue when another moan leaves your mouth. Your body is clenching around him hard, as if to not let go of him.

He groans at the sensation, of your body clenching around him, the feeling so good it nearly makes him lose his grip on control, that was already wearing thin. He bites down on your neck, not hard enough to mark you, but hard enough to make you gasp loudly. "God, sweetcheeks, you gotta relax a bit. Otherwise I won't be able to hold back for long."

He lifts his head from your neck, his eyes studying your face. Your expression was a mix of pleasure and desperation, and damn if it wasn't the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. “'s so deep. Please don't stop.” You were letting out the most needy and desperate sounds. Spurring him on and making him pick up his pace, the movement becomes harder and more purposeful as the two of you lose yourself in the pleasure.

He listens to your pleas, his heart racing and his breath coming in ragged gasps at the sound of your voice. The way you're reacting to him, the way you're begging for more and more is driving him insane. "Such a needy little thing." He murmurs in your ear. "So desperate for me, aren't you sweetcheeks? Wanting me to keep going, make you feel good?”

He leans back onto his heels, lifting your hips up a bit to change the angle as his pace quickens, losing himself in the moment. You try to tell him how good he's making you feel but your brain feels mushy from the pleasure and all that's coming out of your mouth are incoherent sentences and moans of his name.

Your moans and the way you're whimpering his name is driving him wild. He can barely think straight, the only thing on his mind is bringing you as much pleasure as possible. He leans down, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his pants and grunts filling your ear. "You're taking me so well, sweetcheeks. So good for me." He whispers, his voice rough and strained.

"Can you do something for me, sweetcheeks?”

“Everything. 'd do anything for you.” The words tumble out of your mouth and your head shakes yes in a frantic measure, hands grasping desperately at the sheets above your head. In this state of mind you would have done everything for him, without question, as long as he continued to make you feel this way.

He feels a thrill go through him at the sight of you completely lost in pleasure and desire, your words making his heart swell with possessive pride. He slows down his movements, grinding into you slowly and purposefully. His lips find their way to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Reach down between us and touch yourself for me." He whispers, his voice raspy and demanding. He's leaning up again and lets his eyes rake over your body and admires every little detail about you. The way your chest moves with each thrust, the way your soft tummy shows just the slightest outline of his length moving inside of you and all the way down to where your puffy lips stretch so beautifully around him.

You travel one of your hands down his abdomen until it reaches the point where the two of you are connected. Your fingers rubbing slow circles on your sensitive clit, the pleasure increasing and you can feel yourself close to the edge.

All the while Satoru watches you intently as you move your hand down, his breath getting ragged as he feels you clenching around him as soon as you're touching yourself. Seeing you pleasure yourself like that pushes him closer to the edge, his self-control thinning. He lets out a low, guttural groan, his eyes dark and clouded with desire. "God, sweetcheeks. You look so beautiful like this.” His hips jerk forward involuntarily, causing him to accidentally hit that sensitive spot inside of you.

You let out a gasp when he hit that special spot inside, reaching your peak in overwhelming pleasure. Throwing your thighs instinctively around his hips, to pull him impossibly closer. Not wanting him to pull out for even a split second, desperately trying to hold onto the feeling of being completely and utterly full.

He groans loudly as your thighs clamp down around him, bringing his hips flush against yours as you shudder and spasm around him. He can barely hold himself together, the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly nearly overwhelming. He's pressing his forehead against yours, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he fights against the need to come undone. "Sweetcheeks… Sweetcheeks, I need to pull out." He says between ragged breaths, his voice strained with the effort to hold himself back.

“Hmm~ no. Don't want you to. Inside, please. Need to feel you inside.” Your eyes are tearing up, both from the pleasure and the thought of his body leaving yours. Your lips are trembling and your voice breaks slightly when you whine out for him, hands clutching his shoulders tightly.

He swallows hard at the sound of your breathless plea, his body shaking with the need to give in to your request. The thought of pulling out, of denying you what you want, is almost physically painful. His whole body is strained and on the edge of snapping. "Sweetcheeks, I don't know if I can-" Cutting himself off as the words get stuck in his throat. He groans, his eyes closing as he struggles against the overwhelming desire to give in to your plea.

“Satoru~” You call out his name in a whisper, one of your hands finding his jaw, to make him look into your eyes. “I'm sure. Just let go for me, please.” If your mind wouldn't have been so clouded from pleasure, you would have been impressed with how steady your voice comes out. The emotions in your eyes give him the last reassurance that he needed. That you want him.

He looks into your eyes, and he sees everything he needs to see. The trust, the desire, the love that shines in your eyes is enough to break what little restraint he has left. He can no longer deny you, no longer deny himself the pleasure of being so intimately connected with you. He lets out a shaky breath, his hands grasping your hips tightly. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his voice rough as he whispers against your skin.

"God, I love you.”

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otakubimbo · 2 months

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Sleeping Beauty

Aizawa x Reader

hi, i think this is gender neutral? but also i'm in a sensei frenzy so uhm yeah teachers hot on the brain butg also look at me writing an actual drabble.

Aizawa wasn’t happy being dragged to UA halls so late at night because Mic forgot something in his office, but his friend wouldn’t take no for an answer when he asked him to accompany him there. A grown man who doesn’t want to go anywhere without his ‘best friend’, how irritating when he was already so exhausted and just wanted to relax in his bed. Aizawa wasn’t paying attention to what Mic was saying as they walked the empty halls until the two came across the faint light left on in the teacher's lounge.

The last person he saw in the teacher's lounge before the end of the day was you. You had claimed you were just going to finish up on getting the student evaluations together and then you would head back home, you promised you weren’t going to stay late, but you had a habit of overworking yourself. He told you explicitly that it wasn’t important for them to be completed that day, but you were stubborn, and when put to a task you were going to complete it.

An exasperated sigh left his lips knowing that you were, probably, in the lounge hopefully at least asleep on the couch in there but most likely not. It wouldn’t have been the first time that he’s caught you sleeping at work, and probably won’t be the last. Present Mic's voice cuts into Aizawa’s thoughts of the possibility of you in the lounge as the louder man questions the light both are seeing.

“Stop yelling” Aizawa cuts off Mic's questions as the two of them walk towards the lounge. As the two approached the room, Aizawa’s suspicions were confirmed as he heard your familiar soft snores coming from inside. Immediately at seeing your sleeping form, Present Mic starts gushing about how cute you are asleep as Aizawa tries to hush him to not disturb you. Although Mic was right, you were adorable when you slept. Your expression is so soft, so relaxed, not your usual frantic busy self.

Mic’s voice cuts Aizawa out of his thoughts again as he asks if they should wake you up so that you can get better rest at home. Aizawa shakes his head, knowing that if they woke you up you would just continue working at home sleep evading you once again, work being your priority over your health. He could admit that you did look uncomfortable while you slept, a pencil still in your hand, your glasses crooked as your face was smushed onto the table you were sitting at, he couldn’t just leave you like that. Aizawa moves without thinking, fetching a sleeping bag he keeps in there for his afternoon naps and laying it on the couch behind you. He delicately takes the pencil out of your hand and the glasses off your face, placing them down next to the copious amounts of paperwork that surround you. Present Mic watches in uncharacteristic silence as his friend gently picks you up, attempting not to wake you from your slumber, and placing you on the couch zipping out the sleeping bag for your comfort. Mic had never seen his friend be so caring to someone else like this, a knowing grin spread across his face as he continued to watch Aizawa get your papers in order. The care that Aizawa was taking with your things, trying not to smudge your glasses or mess up your paper system you had going on made Mic's smile grow even more. Aizawa liked you and liked you a lot, it was obvious, at least to Mic it was. After setting your stuff in order, Aizawa writes a note on one of his sticky notes, placing it on top of your papers.

“What,” Aizawa asks, with the usual bored expression on his face as he finishes with your things, looking at Mic's obnoxious grin. Mic just shook his head, knowing that if he spoke up, he would be too loud and wake you up and that wouldn’t fare well with Aizawa. As the two men leave the lounge, Aizawa takes one last look at you smiling faintly seeing you zipped up in HIS sleeping bag, turning the light off to allow you to get at least a few more hours of sleep.

You woke up in a confused haze. The last thing you remembered was working on the 1-A evaluations, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open and finish the final paperwork. But now, you were in the dark and you couldn’t see, if you weren’t so comfortable you probably would have panicked. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you realize that you are still in the teachers’ lounge and the reason you can’t see is that you don’t have your glasses on. All right well, at least you know where you are but then you’re taken aback again as you try to sit up and you realize you’re confined by something. A familiar scent hits your nose as you attempt to free yourself from whatever is confiding in you. Aizawa. It smelled of Aizawa, like coffee and bourbon, and the sweet smell of his vanilla conditioner. Your hand grazes a ripper, ah, you were in a sleeping bag. Aizawa’s sleeping bag. Your face flushes as you look around to see if he is still in there with you, but you are alone. Inhaling deeply as you fight the urge to snuggle deeper into the protective cocoon that you’ve been placed in, almost forgetting the work you had to finish. Eventually, freeing yourself from the sleeping bag, you easily find your glasses on the table with the rest of your things placed, sorted, and finished??? You were sure you weren’t done with everything before you accidentally passed out. As you look over the evaluations, you see a cat-themed sticky note that reads;

stop falling asleep at work, you’re welcome.

You smiled gently to yourself, knowing the culprit behind all of this. You start collecting your things as you try to force back the girlish giggles, he was so cute when he wanted to be. He had tucked you into his sleeping bag and finished the evaluations for you. The two of you had only been growing closer, but you were hoping that one day it could be something more than the simple companionship that the two of you shared.

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jellybonbons · 3 months

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Roommate Antics: Need a bra?

Pairings: Leon Kennedy x reader, Chris Redfield x reader (platonic), Rebecca Chambers x reader (platonic)

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AN: proofread by rose <33

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You shuffled wearily through the corridor, your fluffy slippers softly padding against the wooden floor, still half asleep. The closer you drew to the kitchen, the more enticed you were by the aroma of sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs, mingling with the sound of the bubbling water from the electric kettle. Entering the kitchen, you found Rebecca bustling about, expertly preparing breakfast for herself.

“Good morning, sunshine,” she greeted with a warm smile, her eyes bright with morning energy.

“God,” you squinted your eyes at the radiant aura she was emitting. “Morning,” you replied with a yawn.

As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, Rebecca glanced over with a playful grin. "Rough night?"

You nodded, reaching for a mug to pour the hot water. “Yeah, spent the night reading the novel you recommended. I couldn’t put it down.” Then you added cold water to the mug, balancing out the hot-to-warm ratio. You took a sip, the warm liquid easing you into wakefulness as you watched her expertly flip the bacon in the pan.

“It’s good, right?!” she said excitedly, her eyes lighting up.

"Seriously, I stayed up way too late," you replied, setting the mug down. "But it was worth it. The plot twists are insane!"

Rebecca beamed, flipping the last slice of bacon. "I told you! Just wait until you get to the ending. It's mind-blowing."

“And what are you doing up so early? I thought weekends were your sleep-in days,” Rebecca chuckled.

“Forgot to turn off my morning alarm,” you said, taking another sip of your drink. “Woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. I might nap later to make up for it.”

Rebecca laughed softly. “Sounds like a plan. Want some breakfast? I made plenty.”

You nodded, grateful for the offer. “Sure, thanks Rebs. Breakfast smells amazing.”

After thanking Rebecca, you joined her in placing the plate of bacon and scrambled eggs on the dining table, the delicious aroma wafting through the air. Sitting down together, Rebecca poured herself a cup of coffee while you went back to the kitchen to fetch some toast to accompany the meal. As you buttered the toast, you couldn't help but notice the quietness of the apartment, prompting you to ask about Leon and Chris.

"Hey, where are Leon and Chris?" you inquired, curious about the whereabouts of your other roommates.

Rebecca glanced up from her plate, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “Oh, they’re out for their morning run,” she replied casually. “They’ve been doing that every weekend lately. I think they're trying to get in shape or something.”

“Typical,” you chuckled, shaking your head slightly as you returned to the table with your toast. The apartment felt unusually serene without their usual banter or the sound of Chris's laughter echoing through the walls.

“At least more bacon for us,” Rebecca said with a mischievous grin as she took a satisfying bite of her crispy bacon.

You nodded in agreement with a smile, but then the jingling of keys interrupted the quiet.

"Speaking of the devil, looks like they’re back from their run," Rebecca groaned loudly, her playful annoyance evident in her voice.

As if summoned by Rebecca's groan, the front door swung open, and in walked Leon and Chris, both flushed and sweaty from their morning exercise. Leon's usual stoic expression softened into a smile when he saw you two at the table— especially you, with your bags under your eyes and hair slightly dishevelled.

"Morning, slackers!" Chris greeted cheerfully, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and taking a long swig after taking his sneakers off.

"Morning," Leon replied with a nod, a faint smile quirking his lips as he peeled off his sneakers.

As Leon and Chris settled in, you couldn't help but admire their athletic bodies, a result of their consistent morning runs and gym sessions. Your gaze lingered on Leon, noting the way his sweat-dampened shirt clung to his defined chest, accentuating every muscle with each movement.

Then, as you observed the contrast between their well-built torsos and your own, a thought crossed your mind. "Y'all need a bra?" you quipped, breaking the comfortable silence and drawing laughter from Rebecca.

Chris, in mock horror, quickly covered his chest and gasped dramatically. "Pervert!" he exclaimed, feigning offence. "I worked hard for these pecs, okay?"

Rebecca smirked at Chris's antics, shaking her head playfully. “Please, you love the attention," she scoffed, reaching for another slice of bacon. “Cause you’re an attention whore.”

Amidst the laughter, you noticed Leon’s cheeks taking on a faint hue of pink, his stoic demeanour momentarily faltering under your teasing remarks. His reaction only added to the amusement, prompting a grin to spread across your face as you exchanged playful glances with Rebecca and Chris.

Chris feigned hurt, clutching his chest dramatically. "Me? An attention whore?" He shot a mischievous glance at Leon. "Unlike some people who get flustered over a simple compliment," he added with a grin.

Leon rolled his eyes, though his cheeks were still faintly tinged with colour. "I'm not flustered," he insisted, his tone mockingly defensive. "I just don't appreciate being objectified first thing in the morning."

Rebecca laughed, reaching for another piece of bacon. "Aw, Leon, it's all in good fun! Plus, I think you secretly love it," she teased, winking at him.

Leon sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. "Yeah, yeah. Just wait until I start commenting on your outfits every morning."

"Okay fair," you replied with a smirk. "As long as you admit that deep down, you love the attention just as much as Chris does."

Chris grinned, nudging Leon. "See, even they know it. Just embrace it, man."

Leon chuckled, finally relenting. "Fine, fine. But next time, at least buy me dinner first."

You raised an eyebrow, smirking playfully. "Is that an invitation? Because I know a great place downtown," you teased, leaning in slightly.

Leon’s eyes widened for a moment before he caught on to your playful tone. His cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, but he quickly recovered, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well, if you're offering, how can I refuse?"

Chris, shaking his head and looking between the two of you. "Seriously, man? Right in front of my bacon?" he said, feigning exasperation.

Leon laughed, finally relaxing. "Hey, bacon and dates can coexist," he quipped, reaching over to grab a piece from the plate.

Rebecca chuckled, handing Chris another slice of bacon. "Here, maybe this will help you cope with the trauma."

Chris accepted it with a mock sigh of relief. "Thanks, I need all the help I can get with these two flirting right before me."

You rolled your eyes playfully, taking another bite of your toast. "C’mon, Chris. You know you love the entertainment."

Chris chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't forget to invite me to the wedding."

“Chris!”

“Shut up!”

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squerlly · 4 months

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Fair Exchange Chapter 5

------"some silences can scream louder than words ever could"--------

Alastor x (F! wife doe reader)

The Doe-----------------------------------------------------

It was later in the morning when Charlie wanted us to do a show and tell day, we all reluctantly agreed but Alastor stayed behind to eat his breakfast. it was Angel's turn claiming he wanted to show us his "best film." I figured it was a movie or play but... it was a porn video...

I tried to keep my eyes away, swiping invisible dust from my dress attempting to stay distracted. Husk eventually jumps in arguing with Angel "Everybody likes to bitch to the bartender! I know everything about you and these motherfuckers" he points at Pentious "That one's an insecure buffoon who watches you all sleep at night" he then points to Charlie and vaggie and then me "that one's constantly taking bullets from everybody because she's a pushover and nifty, tch you don't even wanna know what her deal is." I'm not a pushover...

the argument is short-lived when Angel gets a call from his boss calling him in for work, talking about some emergency shoot and storming out.

Charlie wanted to go and help get Angel some time off of work by talking to his boss, I would have gone with her but I know Alastor wouldn't be too happy if I was out in the Vees district without him. seeing as how our last visit went I don't think it would be a good idea.

Charlie left and I went back upstairs to Alastors room to pick up his dishes, knocking on the door "Alastor? may I come in" There was a long pause before the door opened, Alastors shadow giving me a grin as he stepped aside to let me in. I don't really see Alastor's shadow that often considering he only uses it for scouting, investigating, or fetching things when I'm not available.

however, when I stumble upon his shadow, it stares at me with that same evil grin. from what I have gathered over the years, the shadow is just an extension of Alastor, mimicking his personality and actions. Sometimes, if you look closely, it can display his emotions with its cold black body and inky blue tongue. It's more curious than Alastor, peering around people's shoulders and poking through others business. I never seemed to mind it.

there's something different this time, it's acting off. usually, it just pokes around and then returns to Alastor but not this time. No, it's staring at me, watching me, almost like it's inspecting me... I try to ignore it, walking over to pick up Alastors dish "Thank you my dear" "of course, is there anything else you need?" "no, your free to enjoy the rest of your morning"

I turn to leave but then remember something "Oh I almost forgot, do you mind if I grab a book from your shelf, I finished my other two.." not looking up from his desk he says "As long as you don't touch the books on the top shelf" I look at the shelf of various books next to his fireplace, walking up to choose one. I like to read romance and fantasy, but Alastor as romantic as people say he is, doesn't collect those types of novels. he likes books that are mostly nonfiction.

I ended up choosing a book that wasn't too thick just enough to pass the time and left the room, heading to the kitchen to drop off the plate. on my way there I see something rush from the corner of my eyes but when I look around there's nothing there, that was until I turn back to keep walking. I ended up running right through Alastors shadow, A cold chill running up my spine from its solvent body.

I quickly regain composure, making sure to not drop the plate in my hands "Oh for all that is unholy, you scared me!" I said looking at the shadow "Do you uhh... need something?" it cocks its head and smiles like I said the funniest thing in the world "ok... I guess not." I continue on to the kitchen, washing the dishes before heading upstairs to my room to read, all while having it follow me the entire time.

I walk into my room, kicking off my heels with a tired huff and I plop down on my bed "Are you going to stay here all day?" I say to the shadow that is currently looming around my room, snooping through drawers and various items. I should tell Alastor that there is something wrong with his shadow, but... I'm curious to see what it wants.

I decided to leave it alone since it's not causing much trouble, it's just exploring. I lay back on my bed against the headboard and opened the book to the first page, I only got to page 10 before the shadow poked its head through the book to look at me "Alastor will be mad if you're over here, I suggest you behave" it hovered over me with a frown and it felt almost illegal to see, Alastor never frowns and to see his shadow do it feels wrong "wait... I'm sorry I won't tell him you're here, promise" it doesn't smile but it's not frowning either, it just leans closer to me until I'm nose to nose with it.

it brought a hand to my face and to my surprise I could feel it, not just that cold feeling when it runs through you but its hand was well...there. not knowing what to do I just sat there watching as it caressed my cheek earning a blush from me. what is wrong with me, blushing at Alastors shadow, it's not even a real person, but it feels like it is "What is it you want...?" I say practically whispering.

the door opens startling me and making the shadow turn its head. Alastor stands at the door with a strained smile "Enough!" he says, his voice laced with static. the shadow frowns and retreats behind Alastor "Apologies my dear, it has a mind of its own..." he said through gritted teeth, shooting the shadow a glare "I-it's ok it didn't do anything bad-" "This will never happen again, I will make sure of it." he says in a harsh tone. I opened my mouth to say something but quickly shut it, not wanting to aggravate the situation more.

"Alright..." I say and he turns on his heel to walk back to his room, the shadow looks back at me one more time before it follows Alastor down the hallway. I feel almost sorry for it, even though it's not technically its own person it's still capable of feelings... Alastors feelings. but it makes me wonder, if that shadow is a part of Alastor, emotions, thoughts and all, what was it doing? Why was it following me? and why was Alastor so angry...

there was a loud thud downstairs and I slid off my bed, put my shoes on, and walked downstairs. Charlie had returned but she looked pretty upset "Charlie, how did it go with Angel?" "I messed up, I- I made him angry at me and-" vaggie walks up to her rubbing her back "Hay it's okay, maybe he didn't mean it!" Charlie bursts out in tears and vaggie whisks her away to comfort her.

Husk scoffs from the bar and I scowl at him "Don't be like that!" he growls and takes a swig from his bottle "She's too soft for her own good" I sigh and walk over to take a seat on a stool "a lot like you, showing kindness to other who don't deserve it" "is it so bad that I don't want to be like any other person in this horrible place!" he raises a brow at my sudden outburst "what's on your mind..?" "there's nothi-" "yes there is, your frustrated."

I stare at the counter thinking about my next few words before I speak "Do you think Alastor hates me?" I feel stupid for asking such a thing, but Husk doesn't question it "I doubt that creep likes anyone but himself" I frown and he seems to notice because of what he says next "But I wouldn't be surprised if he did like you" I throw him a puzzled look "why do you think that?" "tch, haven't you ever questioned why Alastor made you his wife" he was right, Alastor was an overlord, if he needed somebody to prepare his meals and clean his house he could just...buy a maid.

"no, I- I haven't..." When Alastor and I first discussed our contract, he said that he and my ex-husband would trade places, me being married to Alastor in exchange for complete devotion to him...and my soul. in the 1950s it was looked down on to divorce your husband or divorce at all, and now that I looked back at it I didn't care about my reputation enough not to get a divorce. but I was desperate for an escape, and desperation makes you do stupid things.

"if he didn't tolerate you, he wouldn't have married you, it's one of the weirdest contracts I ever saw but I wouldn't pry into it too much, just know you're the last person on his shit list" I nod but that doesn't explain why he was so angry, was he even angry at me? suddenly the door to the hotel opens and Angel walks over looking spent.

he plops down on the stool down from me and asks for the strongest drink Husk can make "Excuse me, didn't think this was a drink to forget kinda night" Angel and Husk end up fighting about Angels "acting" resulting in Angel throwing a bottle. I stand away and steer clear of the glass shards before watching Angel storm off "Angel wait..." he pushes past vaggie and out the door. vaggie tells Husk to go after him and Charlie leaves to go make "100 apology letters."

eventually, Husk returns with Angel, laughing and talking while being dirtied and damaged. Charlie rushes over to Angel and apologizes over 50 times before he reassures her "He he he he he said HE FORGAVE ME!!!" Charlie says in tears while vaggie carries her back to their room. I quickly run up to Angel checking up on him "Angel!! are you ok you- you're covered in blood."

"ahh don't worry tuts, I'm alright" I breathe a sigh of relief, thankful that Angel isn't hurt "Come on, let's go get a drink" "Oh angel I don't-" "I won't make you anything strong, Alastor would kill me if I did" I hesitate but agree "Ok, but just for a little while..."

so sorry this came out late but here it is!! chapter 5!!! I got writer's block halfway through but still managed to make it work. I will be gone for the weekend to Knots Berry Farm for a family trip so expect chapter 6 to be a little late. and with that have a wonderful day/night love you all!!!

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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WIBTA for abandoning my cat that clearly doesn't want me anyway?

I got my cat around 6 months ago. She's a rescue, she was just a kitten on the streets and she looked starved. I know feral kittens probably would've found some food. So I assumed she must not be feral and brought her home. I have also changed cities since then, so we're in a new house.

She has been very clingy and affectionate since the start. She used to start crying if I was in the bathroom for too long. But recently she has gotten really good at sneaking away, and she disappears for longer periods each time.

Once I actually got into trouble for breaking a neighbour's window because my cat got trapped in their house somehow, didn't know how to get out, and she was screaming sadly inside. The neighbours don't really live here but they came back 2 months later to try and get me arrested for trespassing. This is the type of shit I do for this cat and this is how she repays me.

The most recent one is when she had been missing for the last 3 days. I wasn't eating, wasn't sleeping, I was crying all day imagining her being killed by some stray dog, and I thought it was my fault since I forgot to lock the bathroom window. I had locked everything else. She finally came back to meow at me from outside last night. I ran to bring her back in and she looked perfectly fine, if a little hungry.

I was so relieved, and she was pretending to be all sweet as usual. She did her act of snuggling me and not leaving my lap as if she had never meant to run away. I kept the bedroom door locked that night, with her inside. And thought that I would put a plank over the (broken) bathroom window first thing the next morning.

I just woke up to find that she somehow OPENED the bedroom lock (I don't know when or how she learned that,) And she must have spent hours pushing at the bathroom window to bend it and make a little gap where she could escape. I was sleeping heavily because again, I've been sleep deprived out of worry for her, so I didn't hear it.

This time if she comes back and meows downstairs I might simply not go and fetch her. Since she wants to be away from me so desperately anyway, I don't know why she needs to be in the house again. But any information I look for about this comes back to say "If you LEAVE your POOR KITTEN on the side of the road even though she LOVES YOU then you're a MONSTER" so I just need to ask about my specific situation. So, WIBTA for letting her be the feral cat she clearly wants to be?

What are these acronyms?

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lilac-5ky · 1 year

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Hiya! Can you do one when y/n is bratting off to toji while grocery shopping at 3am(they're alone)🤩😍

A/N: Funnily enough I was sent this while grocery shopping myself. Also, I'm aware that another writer also did a request like this recently, but who am I to say no? However, I'll raise you this: Bratty!Reader dragging Toji to the store at 3am with the goal of having fun 'cause he's been neglecting her.

Tags: public sex gone wrong, unprotected sex, implied car sex, age gap (toji 30's, reader 20's), spanking, bratty reader, soft!dom toji, light degradation, daddy kink, piv, standing sex, name calling (slut, whore), nicknames (baby,sweetheart, kid, etc.), lowkey sugar daddy vibes from toji, talk of masturbation, our man being pussy drunk, theft!?!

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“Ya seriously gonna wear that?” Your boyfriend’s eyebrow quirks at the sight of you plopping down on the passenger’s seat, the sharp green eye it framed cautiously studying the naked parts of your body; dressing rather than undressing you whole.

“Already am! Why—‘s there something wrong with my clothes?” You bat your eyes sweetly.

This was all part of a bigger plan that was set in motion the second you interrupted his sleep and dragged him out of bed to rev up the car for your nightly excursion to the 24/7 grocery store. Your pink terry-cloth shorts and loose-fitting crop top that barely stretch over your thighs and belly button, respectively—those are your props for the final fact, and you, the star of the show.

“You’re wearing makeup.” Toji accuses as if that’s the root of all evil, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His nose scrunches up. “And perfume.”

“Really?” You feign ignorance with a candied smile. “Must’ve forgotten to take it off. Oopsie.”

“Forgot…sure.” His fingers are still in your hair when he nods, his hand sliding down your neck as he leans closer.

Toji isn’t an idiot. He sees it in the way your pink tongue darts outside your lips a bit too often, wearing off the two layers of gloss you’d carefully applied while he was waiting for you to fetch your precious coupons. He notices how your thighs rub together, your little pussy silently protesting for his neglecting it all night long. And when your cheek willingly tilts into the warmth of his large palm, he knows neither radishes nor toilet paper are what’s in your mind right now.

“My baby doin’ all this for my attention?” His thumb pads across your skin, swiping below you defined eyelash line. “Acting pouty cause I didn’t take care of her needs?”

You find it hard to resist when his other hand dives between your thighs, sidetracking from your own devious plot. He sounds earnest in his efforts, his lips curling into an an apologetic smile they sear on yours. You almost moan from that.

You can’t remember the last time he’d kissed you, even when that was a few days ago, at worst. What you do remember is the reason why you’re doing all this, and you refuse to return it. You let him pointlessly swirl his tongue in your mouth, failing to meet with your folded one.

“C’mon, princess, don’t go cold on me,” he mumbles. “Told ya work was shit today.” You said that the previous day, too. “Couldn’t even keep my eyes open to see how pretty you are. So damn pretty,” he takes his chances again, only this time you have no qualms about backing away toward the window.

His frustration gathers in his grip, his fingers digging crescent moons in the fat of your thighs. He glares, and you chuckle awkwardly before the situation can get out of hand.

“That’s not it! So what if this is the eight night in a row you come home beat after midnight and we haven’t… you know, in nearly two weeks? You think I’m counting? You think I don’t know how hard you work? That I don’t appreciate all the nice things your money’s gotten us?”

You plant a quick peck on his blossoming scowl. “Because I do. I really do, it’s just today’s the last day to cash these coupons out. Don’t want me going off on my own in the middle of the night, do you?”

He keeps quiet, the sole reason he allows himself to be manipulated by such cheap tricks being that up until fifteen minutes ago he was —unbeknownst to him— drooling on your pillow. That and to strip you off your clothes later on; a reason not too dissimilar from your own.

“Let’s go. I promise we’ll be snugglin’ in bed before you realize we were gone.”

“Are those stupid coupons worth that much to ya?” Toji asks.

No, they aren’t. You couldn’t care less about these stupid coupons if you tried, but staying home means spending another night burning your eyes at your phone’s screen by the snoring corpse on the left side of the bed. And you’d tried. You’d gone through every lingerie set in your possession, dabbed a generous amount of that falsely advertised Moroccan oil across your legs and rubbed your silky-smooth cunt all over his crotch like a bitch in heat, only to be turned down with another of his hoarse groans.

You’ve been patient with him. You are grateful that as tired as he was, he chose your bed to pass out on and not some random “coworker’s”. That the flawed man you’ve fallen head over heels for put up effort into straightening up for you. But relationships don’t run on gratitude alone. You miss him. His touch, his kiss, his fuck—even the green color swallowed past his permanently shut eyelids. If a silly idea is what it takes to have your boyfriend back, then you’ll gladly sit through a ten-minute drive of resentment.

“Yes, they are.” You smile, watching his hand relocate to the gear lever.

The clock points to 3:18 AM when Toji pulls over at the vacant parking lot that mirrors the state of the store; no one but a single employee to defend the fortress from the safety of his register. He acknowledges your presence with a nod, his head buried between the pages of the latest Shounen Jump. That’s not very professional of him, but what can you expect from someone who receives his paychecks for acting as a guard dog?

Toji grabs a cart from the stand and lazily pushes it into the first aisle, while you follow after the long-drawn gait of his sandals. You can’t help but pick on his slouch, both elbows balancing against the handlebar. His hair’s still ruffled from sleep, though it’s always kind of messy in a cute, boyish way. His shoulders seem twice as broad, prompting you to loop your arms around his slim waist and nuzzle your cheek against his back. You love how big he looks from this angle, yet not as big as he looks when he’s hunched over you with both your legs on both his shoulders—

“What’s your first coupon for?” He glances at you over his shoulder.

You sort the coupons in your hands, finding the one closest to the aisle you’re strolling.

“Soda. It’s right there,” you point out, and he takes a turn.

He parks the cart on the opposite end of the shelves while you take stock of the different cans and bottles, contemplating whether to start high or low. Your eyes fall on a six-pack bundle of grapefruit soda shoved deep into the highest shelf. You don’t love the flavor, but this will do.

You tiptoe to the shelves and stretch your arms as much as possible, your shirt lifting to reveal your bare back to him while your fingertips barely make contact with the edge of the plastic packaging. Your tits bounce as you jump up and down a few times before you graciously admit defeat.

“Toji? Would you mind getting that for me?” You ask pleadingly.

His jaw falls slack after a minute-long yawn, his eyes tracking your index finger to the bundle it points at. He cocks his head while sizing you up, a hint of a smirk twitching at his scar. He’s finally awake.

“Nah, you do it. Aren’t ya the one who preaches women’s equality and says there’s nothing men can do that women can’t?” Toji sneers. “Go on, kid. ‘m watching.”

A sigh leaves you as you turn around. “Feminism‘s got nothing to do with height.”

You throw yourself over the shelves again and hook a finger under the plastic net that binds the sodas together. The cans shimmy near the brink, and you are certain you will catch them when Toji’s hips suddenly snap against your ass. You yelp as the cans threaten to squash your head, a hand catching them with ease in mid-air while another hikes up your shirt and exposed underboob.

His hot breath tickles the shell of your ear as his lips attach to your lobe. “It’s got everything to do with you dressing like a whore, though, doesn’t it?”

You bite your lip into a straight line as you’re sandwiched between his body and the shelves, his fingers pinching your nipple harshly. You almost whimper—almost give in to him too easily when he starts grinding onto you, the press of his groin becoming more prominent with every languid sway.

“Wanna get fucked like one?” Toji doesn’t mumble so much as groan in your ear. “Promise I’ll be quick; heh, might give ya some more coupons after.”

An automated message informing you of the special discount in the baking aisle allows you to slip away from his clutches, and you’re unable to keep your giggles to yourself. His fists pang against the shelf while he curses under his breath. The sight is pathetic, but not pathetic enough for you to call things even. You want him to suffer like you did.

“On second thought, I’m trying to cut down on soda.” You declare much to his audible dismay. “Let’s check the baking aisle next. We’re out of bread.”

Toji stalks behind you, assuming his previous bored stance while pushing the cart forward with his entire body. You hear him huff every now and then, but don’t pay any mind. At least he’ll be rewarded handsomely for his patience. Yours wasn’t.

You halt in front of the various loaves and pastries, overjoyed to see that the overpriced organic linseed bread you constantly made excuses to not buy is 50% down. This might be a good chance to try it out. You fling it in the cart and continue your search for baked goods on the lower shelves. Jam-filled donuts. You definitely don’t need those, but it’s the only purchase you can justify, considering you have no use for the baking supplies surrounding them.

You make sure his eyes are fixed on you and bend over, exaggerating the arch of your bum. You hum softly, unsuspecting of any danger, and rock your hips while supposedly inspecting the labels. Strawberry jam, cherry jam, apricot jam, and—there it is. Your hair falls over your face as you catch his feet stepping between your own. Soon, his presence is felt rather than sensed.

Toji’s palm spreads over your cheek, his fingers long enough to squeeze a good chunk of flesh between them. “You cunning little slut,” he says in a gravelly voice. “Y’think I don’t know what you’re trynna do?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just checking the fillings; can’t read the letters while standing.” You lie through your teeth.

“Fillings, huh?” He repeats, and the word changes meaning on his tongue, gaining a lewd intonation. “Anyone can fill that sloppy cunt from this angle, sweetheart. That why you insist on doin’ groceries alone? Y’enjoy letting others see my pussy?”

You love how possessive he gets over your body. That’s another thing you’ve missed. You want him to say it again—to stake his claim over every inch of your body like he did before this hellish month began. You chose this store because you knew it would turn into a graveyard at this hour, but you honestly wouldn’t mind if it was packed with people either. You’d want to be filled by him all the same.

In a moment of weakness, you breathe out his name, and he slaps your ass so hard it reverberates across the aisles as an off-beat drum to the chirpy background music.

“Don’t ‘Toji’ me, girl. Y’know what to call me.”

“D-daddy,” you correct.

“There’s my baby,” Toji praises. “Taught her good manners, mhm?

Your cheeks assume a rosy shade. You’ve never used that name on him in public. It feels exhilarating—perhaps even more so than his fingers shoving the fabric of your shorts to the side and slipping right between your dripping folds.

He gasps. It’s a tiny sound that he thinks you missed, but it’s enough for you to gain confidence. Not many things are capable of shocking the Fushiguro Toji. His other hand joins in the action, rolling your shorts until they dig into your skin like a thong, and his suspicions are confirmed; you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“Such a naughty girl,” Toji says, and his voice reaches deep within your pulsing core. You don’t think you can do this anymore. Correction: You don’t want to do this anymore.

His middle and ring fingers push into your hole a second time, and he slowly pumps them in and out, your clear essence coating his knuckles. Two fingers shouldn’t stretch you this good. You’re scared that in all these days, your pussy forgot the stretch of his cock.

“I oughta punish ya for acting up like a complete brat without my permission, but I’m feeling generous.” He says and you thank the gods, the universe, and whoever else is listening to your prayers for not letting you become the first woman in human history to experience blue balls.

“Tell me what ya dragged me here for, and don’t gimme any of that coupon bullcrap, or else you’ll be crawling outta here on all fours.”

Is that a promise or a threat?

His thumb finds your clit and you choke on a moan, the red jam squirting out of the donuts you grip. That’s plenty to answer his question.

“Now tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it for ya,” He rubs a full circle around the nub, the rest of his fingers plunging in so deep your knees go weak. “Got lots of options,” he reads the signs over your heads. “Canned; Deli; Snack; Dairy Aisle might be too cold for ya, hah, unless you’re into some temp play.”

His stalling makes you impatient. “Toji, I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me right here, right now I’ll fucking implode.”

The older man chuckles lowly, finding your outburst positively endearing. He fixes your shorts back in place and instead grabs your hand, forcing you to follow him through the empty aisles on a walk that seemingly lasts for hours. He finally lets go when you make it to the Candy aisle, where thousands of colorful gummy bears can bear witness to your sinful act.

Toji flashes a wolfish smile as he corners you between two walls and the door leading to the store’s storage room. He points at the ceiling, and you aren’t sure what you’re looking for until he explains, “It’s a blind spot here. Only place without a working camera.”

He cups your cheek and brings your face to his, licking his lips.

“How do you know that?”

“Great minds think alike. Wanted to bring ya here myself some day. Didn’t think your prude ass would act out first. You’re full of surprises.” His tongue enters your mouth and presses flat against your own. Your fingers lace behind his neck, and his get a firm grip on your hips. He’s much harder than before.

“Speaking of your ass,” and they slide to seize both cheeks, “mind turning ‘round for me?”

His question isn’t a request so much as an order you must obey. “Good girl.” Toji praises you and cages your chest with one arm while the other searches for the zipper in his pants. He lets them ride low around his hips and pulls his cock out of its confinement, stroking it with his fist. You hear his breath grow sharper—or maybe it’s yours. You can’t tell over the sound of your heart; the excitement the same as if it were your first time with him.

Instead of tugging your shorts off, he yanks the fabric to one side and runs his reddened tip between your puffy folds. He hasn’t even pushed it in when you tilt your head to meet his hooded green eyes. “I’ve missed you.” His stare lifts, lustful and adoring as ever. “I’ve missed you so damn much, Toji. You’re always here, but never really here—you know?”

Toji cranes his neck to kiss you, you think, but in reality all he does is swallow the moan that comes out as he drills his cock in your hole. “Missed ya more, sweetheart.” You roll your eyes. He just has to win this too.

Once he bottoms out, he takes a moment to snare his arms appropriately around your body; one holding your shoulders semi-straight and the other spanning over your tummy to grab onto your tit, bulging muscles on both. There’s not much you can do with your hands in this position. You plant them over your mouth to drown out some of your sounds before they can pour out, though most end up slipping anyway as his cock begins to bully your insides.

You were right. It’d been so long that your pussy had reverted to its previous state. It’s more than you can take. More overwhelming and much more pleasurable than you remember.

“Got no idea how much I missed you,” Toji grunts, his voice falling out of tempo while his hips rut at a steady pace. “Got no idea how many times I jerked it to your pictures in the stall. How many—times, I beat my meat to that gorgeous face and spilled my load over your pretty lips.”

Tears well up in your eyes from how fast he’s pounding you; the imagery of his balls tensing up with all that cum he’d wasted fantasizing about you making your pussy sob for him, too.

“You got me running there so often, the guys talk shit behind my back, saying pussy got me whipped. They dunno how perfect this tight little hole is—fuck, baby.” He stutters, his teeth sinking into your neck. “Gonna cum if ya keep grippin’ me like that. So fucking tight cause ya gettin’ fucked in public?”

You whine out loud as he slows down, allowing for your hips to meet his thrusts half-way. Your head is drooping forward and your hand sneaks inside your shorts to play with your clit, flicking the small bundle of nerves while his fat cock continuously brushes against your sweetest spot. You bite at your own palm to keep quiet. It’s always the way he runs his mouth that gets you going the most, clouding your inability to think straight.

“Should I just quit?” Toji asks between heavy pants. “Stay home and fuck every day like we used to?”

You nod furiously without anything of what he’s saying registering. Your legs are turned into jello and your mind into mush while his cock splits you open, and you know that if he retracts his arms you’ll collapse on the floor like a rag-doll.

“C’mon, speak up. No one’s gonna hear us, that nobody doesn’t have the guts to come check.” He rolls your stiffened nipple between his calloused fingers, a palm coming down to slap your ass. “Lemme hear that pretty voice.”

“Y-yes.” You rely on pure perseverance to keep your pitch low as you plant your palms on the wall for support. “Don’t wanna share your cock with anyone, T-Toji.”

His lips print a smile on your neck and another on your cheek. “Don’t you mean me, darling?”

You can’t find your voice to answer him, the coil in your guts continuously tensing up—promising the best climax of your goddamn life until it’s taken away by the rapid stomping of the short-stature employee.

“What are you two doing here?” The man asks, unable to fully take in the scene from the other end of the aisle.

Toji’s large frame covers both you and the point where your bodies connect, his hips still moving on their own in spite of his attention being elsewhere. You pull away half-heartedly and straighten the shorts over your body. He leaves to fix his own clothes, while he does all the talking.

“Huh, this place got no restroom?”

Toji scratches the back of his head, waiting for his zipper to be back up before turning to the man. You mentally cast a curse on the employee, wishing it follows his family down to at least three generations, while your walls still flutter over the absence of Toji’s cock, which by the way, is impossible to hide when it’s throbbing a dark stain in his pants.

To no one’s surprise, the employee doesn’t buy your boyfriend’s excuse and demands you leave before he calls the cops. Seeing as Toji’s had enough trouble with the law as is, you grab his hand and the two of you bolt outside, the linseed bread bidding you a sorrowful goodbye from the cart you abandoned.

You don’t stop running until Toji beeps the car doors open and you fall back into your seats, the first glance you share causing you both to burst into laughter. He leans in your direction and you tilt your head in his, lips stealing a quick kiss that’s soon replaced by a playful punch of his shoulder.

“I liked this grocery store!” You complain as if it’s his fault. “Won’t be able to set foot in here ever again.”

“Plenty of fish in the sea, kid.” He shrugs, twisting the key in the engine. His hand moves to the gear, but when he notices your pout persisting, he turns off the ignition.

“Couldn’t even cash out any of my coupons,” you say in a whiny tone.

“At least we got these.”

Your eyes widen as he reveals a small box of Konpeito candy, having not a single clue when and how he managed to get them. “You stole them?”

“Uh… let’s just say I wasn’t allowed to pay for them.” He answers with an innocent smile.

“Toji!” You yell as if stealing candy is any more severe than any of the multiple felonies he’s committed. It isn’t. “Gimme some.”

Toji holds the box out of reach, extending his arm over his headrest to the backseats. “Nah. You said it’s stolen goods, don’t wanna make my baby into an accomplice. You’re far too cute to have your own mugshot.”

His sweet-talking doesn’t stop you from pouncing at him again, your hands attacking each side of his head while he insists to wiggle them away from you. The second-hand vehicle tips back and forth at your attempts, and eventually honks are fired as you climb on his lap, the fight resulting in another make-out session that reaffirms all of his statements as he tears your clothes off your body and pulls his dick out.

He missed you too.

“I’ll give ya some, but… you gonna let me choose where we do our shopping next.”

A/N: I'm happy this was my first request, had fun writing this!

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harrysmimi · 2 years

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Disrespect

Synopsis: Harry walks in to see YN being mistreated by his fans at her work

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"Harry!"

It was eight the morning when Harry heard YN calling him from the shower whilst he was preparing for breakfast.

"You alright?" He rushed back to their bedroom to watch her head popped out of the bathroom door, he could really see she was butt naked in the mirror behind her through the cracked door. "What?"

"I forgot my towel." She said, obviously sheepish smile on her face.

"You could have come out you know." He suggested already going to fetch the towel for her. "I can see your bum in the mirror there."

She rolled her eyes, "like you haven't seen it already." And it's cold to walk out of shower butt nakey without a towel.

"I have, I have," he agreed.

"Can I wear one of your hoodie?" She asked, taking the towel from him. He got a thank you kiss on the cheek instead of her saying it out loud.

"When do you not?" He shrugged, "you've stole all my clothes. Just got me boxers to my name."

YN just giggles, "they're comfy!"

"And you know you don't have to ask me, darling." He assured her, watching her walk out with the towel wrapped around her body. "Are you still sore?" Enquiring about the changing weather which triggers her arthritis, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. Also, they went a little too rough last night. Bask in the fresh smell of her body wash.

"A hot shower helped, can definitely walk now." She shared. He caught her towel which unraveled to her chest.

"I really do go at it like a rabit." He realised. "But can you blame me though!"

"No one's blaming you." She resumed picking out her clothes and a hoodie from his side of the closet with a six feet tall, man baby clinging onto her.

"I think you should take the day off." He suggested. "I crave attention today!"

"I already took up all paid leaves, I can't." She cooed, "it's Friday. I'll be home for the weekend, I promise."

"You're not going over to Brielle's, this weekend?" His earn perked up like a cat at the news.

She has been going over to her friend's because she was really struggling in the last trimester of her pregnancy, with her Fiancé working extra hours at office so he can take the leave, her mum being busy with work the girl pregnant with twins was left alone for the most of the time. YN was a good friend, it really warmed his heart to see how she cared for people close to her. He didn't mind when she went over to her friend's house for the day on weekend.

"Yeah, she said her Fiancé's paternity leave begins from today." She shared.

"Well, good, I get to have my girl to myself." He sighed dropping his head into the crook of her neck, his soft lips brushing against her soft skin. "When do you get off work today?"

"At five." She reached for her pants hung on the hangers. "Haz, you're tickling me!" She squealed feeling his finger tips dig in her side making him chuckle. He press his lips onto her bare shoulder, coming to halt with his teasing.

"Alright then, I'm dropping you off on my way to gym and I'll be coming over to pick you up as well." He announced his plan, tucking the loose end of the towel back in so it wouldn't fall off when he pulled away.

"Mhmm." She nodded.

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YN's day was going super well today. Especially because they were not short staffed today. And she gets to see her man at the end of the day who had just dropped her off at work this morning.

Today they had very generous customers coming in who did not hesitate to give tips. It wasn't a common thing for folks in UK to tip, and not to take it wrong they get paid fair wages. YN's boss ensures that they get their holiday bonuses every time. But there are employees who had many good uses of those extra tips.

"YN, would you mind?" Emily gestured a request for her to go over to the til whilst she get the order ready. YN stood behind the vacant register, next to her other co-worker Kathleen, who was already taking in a order.

"Hello good evening, what can I get for you today?" She smiled greeting the two girls who'd just walked in. She could already sense the vibes as if she's a psychic. Especially with a LOT tote bags and Pleasing hoodie. Both of the girls had their heads buried into their phones, air pods in.

"I'll take an iced mocha latte," the girl in the yellow hoodie said. YN decided to ignore the fact her head was still down.

"Can I'll take a black coffee." The other one said who had the decency to at least look at her.

"I'll also take a chocolate croissant." Now the girl in the yellow hoodie looked up at YN, who was punching in the order in the register as if she was on autopilot.

"What size to you want it to be?" YN asked more about their vague order.

"The croissant?" The yellow hoodie scoffed.

"Coffee?" YN said, but it came in as more of a question. How stupid a person have to be to ask thay question... But who is she to judge?

"Make the black coffee a medium please, with no sweetner."

"Make mine a medium too then I guess!" You g lady said, rather rudely when YN looked at her for her order.

"Okay," she nodded, "do you want it with regular milk or substituted milk?"

"Duh, regular milk."

Kathleen looked at YN as she patiently deal with these teenagers. She proceeded to ask their names to put on the cups. Trice and Juniper it was.

Not to take this in a wrong way, her co-workers felt bad for her. Because from this past week she's got her boyfriend's fans coming in just to mistreat her and bully her. Yes, all of the people who work with YN are Harry's huge fans but they respect him enough to be involved in his personal business with their co-worker. Everyone loved YN at the cafe, especially the frequent customers. She was literally ray of sunshine at work, nothing but kind and sweet to others.

What reason has she got to be rude to other people for no reason anyway? She goes to work because she likes it and it put food on her plate a roof over her head.

And then there are these people who are worse than who they call Karens and Kevins among the employees, the rude and entitled ones who are inevitable to avoid. These girls clearly seem to know who she is, especially since YN's been to a premier with Harry. Even though she wasn't on red carpet with him, his fans still managed to get her pictures next to Glenn and Jeffery. Everyone knew what Harry's secret girlfriend looked like all of a sudden.

YN proceeded to tell them their total and girl in the yellow hoodie decided to pay, with cash.

The door bell chimed catching YN's attention, it was Harry she saw. He'd came over to pick her. He shot her petite wave as he went on to stand to a side whilst she gets done with her work. He greeted Emily who was making a latte at YN's usually spot of work, talking about the kittens. He wouldn't lie, he's been excited about it.

YN's had enough them the girl threw two bills on the counter, instead of handing it to her when she had her hand out. Causing the money to fall in two different directions. She picked it up quiet and reached for coins in the til.

"Would you like the bill?" YN asked but that just earned a scoff to her.

Kathleen shot her a no look because she, well, apparently everyone knows that she's pissed now. She tossed the coins on the counter the same way the girl did, causing the metal to bounce, and some rolled off the counter on the floor. Both the girls gasp. Harry saw all of that, clearly, he glanced at a shocked Emily who missed it whilst she was doing her work.

"Your order will be ready in five, Trice." YN said with am overly fake smile she even bothered to put on.

"You are so fucking rude!" Trice said, "fat, ugly bitch, what did you do that for?"

"Oi, watch it!" Kathleen butted it, clearly offended for her co-worker.

"Clearly, everything said about you on the internet is true. You don't deserve to be with Harry, you ungrateful who—"

"What is going on here?" Jennifer, YN's manager came over seeing the commotion before Harry was about to stand up for his girl. That was the most atrocious thing he'd seen. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you kindly to step out of our shop." She continued, politely moving YN to a side, she fetched for the amount the girl had paid ever so kindly to refund.

"This is ridiculous. She was being mean to me, throwing the money like I'm a fucking begger by a mere server!" Trice exclaimed. "Are you the manager?" All the whilst her friend stood there with her jaw hung to the floor. Maybe she was surprised by her friend's behaviour, or she was thinking YN's in wrong here.

"Yes, I am and I'm not going to let you treat my employees this way. We are refusing to serve you today, and in the future." Jennifer said, firmly. "Please." She gestured the girls to the door.

Harry couldn't take it, especially when the other one saw him standing right there to be a witness to the scene. On the internet, it could be pretty much easy to avoid by simply not indulging into it, and his girl is has mastered doing that so far. But this is insane, coming in at her work place. He had let the incident on her flight to New York, he wasn't there and YN chose to not tell him the details. But this. This all all happened right in front of him. That person was about to call his girlfriend disrespectful names, that broke his peak of patience there.

The other one nudged her friend's side to make his presence known to him there. The girl, who's name is Trice he reckoned looked at him as if she just saw a ghost there.

"This is her place of work. Whatever you think her job is, doesn't give you the right the treat my girlfriend that way." He spoke to the girls, calmly, because he doesn't want to add to the commotion happening, "I want you to know that, I found it very rude of you. Hope you work on being on a better person!"

YN looked at him, surprised. Honestly she didn't know why she was surprised. She was shook, as that girl was about to call her the w-word. She had never heard anyone call her that, even through she's gotten into many arguments with rude customers like the girl. Not even on the internet people go this far to bully her for simply being her boyfriend's girlfriend.

YN didn't know how to take it and process it!

Harry was so grateful for YN's manager to stepping in. Or he would have lost it actually hearing someone calling his girlfriend so disrespectful. He just watched as those girl mumbled their apologies to him before leaving. He proceeded to pick up the change which had fallen on the floor and handed it back to Kathleen.

"You alright?" Jennifer asked YN, who was still trying to take in what just happened.

"Yeah, I, I am really sorry about that." YN mumbled.

"Don't be," Kathleen butted in who saw everything first hand happening to her, "that girl was a literal shit of a person. What you did was very fucking badass!"

"Mhmm!" Emily sounded.

There were not many people in the cafe that time but everyone who was watching had seemed to get back to their work. Harry approached closer to the til. "Do you want to go home now?"

"Yes, yeah, I'll be out." YN agreed, before heading to the back. "Gimme five minutes."

"Mhmm." He nodded.

On the way he stayed silent, it was awkward for the first time in between them. Especially that's what YN felt.

"I'm sorry about that." He spoke, once they're back in comfort of their home.

"Why so? It wasn't your fault Harry." She cooed. "Come here, sit down." Walking over to the living room she made him sit down on the sofa whilst she took a seat on the coffee table in front of him. "It's okay, I promise."

"It's not," he looked more hurt than her, "they bully you just because you choose to stick by my side. That's fuck up, baby and not okay!"

"I know, but we can't control everyone, can we?" She shrugged, "you say it to me that the best we can do it just ignore the hate. And honestly I now look at her like one of those bad customers, that's all."

"That's the thing, you shouldn't!" He stressed, "I'm going to put out an statement, this is ridiculous. She was clearly about to call you something so disrespectful, I don't even wanna say it! It's disgusting!"

"Don't do that, please, it's only going to add to the drama." She insisted, "it's gonna attract more hate and criticism, and I don't want that that for you, for us."

Well, she isn't entirely in wrong here. People wouldn't mind talking shit about him either, why was he at his girlfriend's work place? Where is the professionalism? Why would he say that to people who literally keep him employed? What was he thinking when he said that? Why did he said it like that? He cares too much, or he cares too little. The criticism was going to come in from left, right, front and back.

"Okay." He nodded.

"Yeah, we'll just deal with it when we absolutely have to. We don't owe anyone any explaination. I see rude customers every single day." She nudged her nose closer to his with her forehead on his.

"I just hated that do much!" with a sigh his voice sounded so watery. God he loves her so much, he would fight the world for her with his bare hands in that moment.

All the other times, it didn't hit him this hard. With her it was different for him. Of course it was, it is YN he's talking about here!

"I know, Haz. But it's okay." She pulled him in a tight embrace his head rested on her chest, "I promise!"

"It shouldn't be okay!" He sighed, pulling away. "It shouldn't be. Don't tell me to keep low when they cause a big stir on the internet and it reaches media, I'm not going to sit here and let everyone talk more shit about you!"

"Okay, only if they make drama." She agreed.

"Okay." He nodded.

"We just came back, but do you want to go get some ice-cream?" She suggested.

"Hmm," he sighed remembering about this thing he had planned on, "I had plan to go to Italy."

"What is it with you and your impromptu vacations?" She chuckled. "Why Italy all of a sudden?"

"I don't know." He shrugged, "I'm bored now that I don't have anything to do. Thought I could take you to a museum there, on a date."

"Oh how rich are you!" She sighed dramatically, with dreamy eyes making him giggle.

"You still want to go? We have about two three hours." He suggested.

"You already booked a flight?" She was surprised.

"Yeah, come on, will help you pack." He grabbed her hand and walked her to their bedroom.

"Harry, it's gonna take time and you traffic this time is the worse." She stressed.

"We'll wait for another one if we miss it, now come on, we need to pack enough for the weekend." Harry went on to bring out a duffle bag.

"Can we postpone it to the next weekend? I am anxious we're going to miss the flight." She was froze to her spot watching him move back and forth from the closet picking out his own clothes too. She'd feel to bad if they miss the flight as it is going to be waste of money.

"I don't think so, it's okay," he assured her. "We don't have to waste no more time."

"I'm telling you we're going to miss the flight!"

"We're not!" He laughed. "We'll take this too." He picked out a random pretty dress from her side and folded it nicely before stuffing it into the bag.

"You're so annoying! Could have told me beforehand about this." She scolded him, now frantically picking out her stuff, "if we miss the flight it's gonna go to waste!"

"Baby, baby, baby I need you to calm down please!" giggling, he rushed towards his girlfriend who was carrying her stuff in her arms, a towel, her toiletries, her hoodies and under garments. "It's okay. I was going to tell you this the in the car but shit happened so I couldn't. It's okay if we miss the flight, we'll wait another hour for the next one. We're not going to postpone this trip, okay? Now chop-chop!"

"Where are we gonna stay? Hotels are very fucking expensive."

"I've got a house there we'll be staying at."

He's got a surprise for her there waiting there. With a pat pn her bum her urged her to hurry as he called for a cab to the airport. And they really missed the flight, YN was pissed to say the least. But Harry distracted her reading about the museum he was actually going to take her to whilst they waited there for the next flight.

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moongirldreamer · 3 months

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Lighthouse keeper!Eddie x siren!reader

Happy Eddiversary to those who celebrate (this is so late lol)

words: 1k

cw: none i don't think.

a/n: besties this is my first ever fic please be nice to me I tried my best.

Thank you to my friend @theold-ultraviolence Irma i wouldn't have come up with this au or written any of it, if it wasn't for you and our Self Indulgence Sundays. Thank you for nudging me i love you <3

Lightkeeper!Eddie headcannons

August 17 1824

It's been a week since the mysterious lass appeared on my doorstep. Two more till the supply dingy visits, it's been strange, readapting to living with a person but we’ve fallen into a routine. I've found a smile on my face many a time as I'm working. Her voice carries on the wind, it's almost as if it’s blowing it directly to me.

E.M.

Eddie hardly counted the sailors he’d met and slept next to people, not civilized people at least, forced to wash with salt water to preserve the limited supply of fresh water. He spent many a night with a makeshift mask over his face to hopefully block out the scent of sweat and the sea but when she arrived, he found he didn't mind it, almost like he missed it.

The keeper's house contained 2 rooms as the tending was intended to be a 2-man job, he never realized how empty the small space was until she occupied it. Grown used to the loneliness the sea brings he forgot that the ocean also gives, and she had given him a beautiful gift. He tried to be the perfect housemate before he went off to his tending. He left coffee already brewed in a small metal pot for her to reheat when she woke, fetched a bucket of water for her from the cistern and left a note on the kitchen table : back at sunset. Will cook dinner- E

Morning work was easy enough; take inventory, rain fell last night meaning the cistern had to be woken up with chalk and a good mixing and then any odd maintenance works the buildings needed. He would always know when she was awake no matter how far he wandered from their quarters, her voice seemed to carry on the wind straight to him. Often time he found himself singing along, whistling is a bad omen on ships he remembers this even on land. He knew quite a few sea shanties, picked up a few local songs while he was on the mainland, but she often sings songs he's never heard before and sometimes he thinks in a language he can't understand.

At noon he returns to a simple meal tack and stew she so proudly displays to him half burnt and over salted, but he grins and eats it anyway. She told him in the first week with misty eyes

“I don't want to be a burden, let me….. Let me cook lunch at least you work so hard let me help you” lip trembling and how could he deny her.

“The poor thing” he thought “could make anything taste like salt water and gruel” but he eats anyway.

“Thank you darling, what would i do without you?"

“You're welcome" grinning she looks down at her plate before shyly muttering

"if you're not too busy, would you like to join me on a walk at sunset?"

"OfCourse, anything for you" he smirks leaving her with a kiss on her hairline.

Sunset at the lighthouse made it seem like the sky and sea were competing for your attention, seeing which could glimmer brighter, but Eddies attention was elsewhere. He was enchanted by how her beauty seemed to be enhanced in the golden light.

"Open your hand" she blinks up at him one her fists closed tightly. Wordlessly he gives her his palm and she places an oyster shell, no longer than his pinkie, in it

He grins "an oyster?"

"Yes, my mother told me they were a sign of good fortune"

"Huh I only know them as dinner"

She laughs, mouth opening to give him a clever word or two when she suddenly goes stiff looking over his shoulder.

"What is it?" he spins to look at what could've possibly rattled her, and behind him on a boulder is a seagull, a bit unremarkable too no missing limbs or gnarled features.

So, he laughs” You're scared of that little thing?”

“Yes, they're retched beasts of the sky with no manners” she grips his bicep keeping him between her and the bird.

“Y’know on the ships they say they’re the souls of drowned sailors, so we treat them kindly just like our human shipmates” he laughs as she moves her glare from the gull over to him.

“I think they should be chum” she says, squinting at the bird, almost daring it to attack.

In a sudden move the gull swoops over their heads missing hers by a centimeter and continuing out to sea.

"Did you see that! that that monster nearly killed me"

"Maybe you need this more than i do" he dropped the oyster back into her palm

"What? no, no i want you to have it, besides you'll need it if you're going to try befriending those creatures"

He chuckled, the sound like warm honey in the cool sea breeze. "Alright, if you insist. But I promise, no more gull attacks on my watch."

Shakily she grabbed his arm again as they continued their walk down the shoreline.

"Do you ever miss it? sailing? "

"Hmm, sometimes" he sends a wistful look out at the water the sun spilling over it as the last of it slips below the horizon.

"it was my life, the only thing I was good at" he grins, but it's sad round the edges.

"but i needed the change, it was getting too repetitive"

"so you decided to tend a lighthouse? the same job day in day out" her eyebrows pull together eyes squinting in confusion

another smile this one woven with affection "well I'd travelled a while but i needed to return to the sea almost- almost as if something was"

"Was calling you back" her tone changes, her voice becomes layered whispers singing and screaming. her eyes gleam, a secret understanding.

"Yes like-like it was calling me" he steps towards her without thinking, mechanically putting one foot in front of the other, eyes locked on hers until he feels wet? Looking down he realizes his boots are drenched, shin length in the waves his brows furrow.

"What are you doing?" asks melodic laugh behind him and he turns to see her, face lit up with the last of the afternoon glee and a smile.

"Think I wanted to go for a swim" the end lifts like a question, he looks back down to his feet barely visible in the water

"But it's getting dark, we should head back" again her voice changes and he moves without remembering, until they're back to their quarters and she bids him goodnight.

That night as he refills the oil and cleans the lense at the top of the lighthouse out in the distance on a cluster of rocks he sees a figure bathed in darkness. He can only make out a humanoid figure with their hair whipping in the cold sea air behind them. Leaning over the railing to squint into the darkness his blood runs cold as a wail crosses the distance, then a soft whisper, as if it was said over his shoulder, of his name.

"eddie"

#baby's first fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #lightkeeper!eddie munson x siren!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader angst #stranger things #eddie munson au #lightkeeper au #eddie munson siren au #joseph quinn #mermay #eddiversary

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sionisjaune · 5 months

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Roommate au and pregnancy fic for princess cake but make it het and make Jenson the girl byeeeee

[Trope mash up prompt list] Remind me to tell you about the butch lesbian high school cool girl Jenson I was developing for an AU a while back.... N E WAY here you go!

Jenson finds herself sitting on the toilet, a drugstore pregnancy test in her hand and her panties on the floor around her ankles after she skips her period and clues into the fact that she never, ever skips her period. She stares fixedly at the little oval on the test stick, waiting for one or two lines to resolve.

“Can you hurry up in there?” says Nico, pounding on the door. Their shitty flat only has the one bathroom, and Nico probably wants to get in to fetch his expensive hair products and spend half an hour in the mirror artfully fucking up his hair in a manner that is reminiscent of the style he sports when Jenson wakes up with a hangover and rolls onto her side to find Nico in her bed.

“Fuck off,” says Jenson, squinting at the stick. Can it take any longer?

Nico pounds on the door again. “I need to piss,” he whines. Jenson buries her head in the hand not holding the test stick. She doesn’t know why she sleeps with him. Repeatedly. Her brain reminds her that it’s probably because he’s utterly shameless in bed and lets her tie him up and slap him around and generally seems to get off on Jenson emasculating him.

“Just—one second,” Jenson says. She deposits the pregnancy test on the sink and pulls her panties up her hips, flushing the toilet. She washes her hands in the sink, scrutinizing her reflection in the vanity. The mascara she couldn’t be arsed to wash off last night is smeared around her eyes, making her look like a rather freckly racoon. She towels off her hands and unlocks the door for Nico, who is standing immediately outside of the washroom with his hand poised to knock on the door again, a white button down with the wrong buttons fastened slipping off his shoulders and a pair of skin-tight boxer briefs riding high on his thighs.

“Fucking finally,” says Nico, rolling his eyes. He shoulders past Jenson, and Jenson swears she catches a whiff of a candy-scented perfume off the collar of his shirt. He went out with his friends last night, who are far weirder and less affable than Jenson’s friends.

He slams the door behind him while Jenson pads through the flat to plop on the couch, tucking her legs under her. She listens to the toilet flush and the sink run. The door creaks open again, and Nico exits the washroom, rubbing a hand through his hair.

“JB,” he says, hesitating. He’s clutching something in his hand. Oh shit, Jenson thinks. She watches him raise the pregnancy test Jenson forgot on the sink with a panicked look on his pouty face. “What’s this?”

#trope mash up prompts #princess cake

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the-dreadful-bard · 30 days

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The Dreadful Bard Rejanis Fics Masterpost

Last Updated on Sept 21st.

Guys, I'm going on a little break to focus on my mental health bc I'm going through a lot right now. I promise I'll be back as soon as possible. I'm likely going to run out of Rejanis memes on Sept 22nd as I have been temporarily unable to make more. I'll be back with more fics too, I just need some time. I appreciate your understanding and patience during this time. Thank you.

Hey! I've been writing a lot since the start of the year so I thought I'd make this post just for the sake of being well-organized. I'll update this as I write and post new things, both here and on AO3.

Adding a read more link because this is a long post. Here you're gonna find the links to all of my Rejanis works and the summary of each one.

Future works post (Please take a look at that if you haven't, I mention some stuff that's very important for you to know if you like ANY of my writing and want me to keep posting it)

TLDR: New installments of the series, new oneshots for the collection, multichapter fantasy/d&d au (summary for it on the future works post so check that out), 3 other multichapters that may or may not be written, plus a bunch of other shorter stuff as I get new ideas and inspiration.

ONESHOTS

Oneshot based on this:

Under the blossom tree

Summary: Collection of Rejanis oneshots inspired by songs.

stuck on you

Summary: Regina gets home sleep-deprived and exhausted after a hard day at the office, but realizes she forgot her keys at work. Too tired to drive back to fetch the keys, she tries to get in through the window but gets stuck. Luckily for her, the fire department sends her aid in the form of one Janis ‘Imi'ike.

lyrics for a misunderstood mean girl

Summary: Regina hasn't seen Janis in two years because things keep getting in their way.

the one where Janis and Damian write Mean Girls the musical.

one thing I can't lose (kind of my favorite oneshot)

Summary: Janis somehow finds herself at Regina's door after the girl gets released from the hospital. Regina recruits Karen to decode her complicated gay feelings.

The one where Karen is a genius who can do no wrong, Regina is a feral chihuahua wearing a cone of shame, and Janis can't say no to her former nemesis.

feline disposition

Summary: Janis disappears and everyone is having a terrible time.

Completely unrelated to that, Regina rescues a cat from the rain in the middle of the night.

the one where Janis is a cat.

Attempt #19

Summary: Janis and Regina have been meeting in secret for six months and their communication is... not great.

Regina wants them to go public and get serious but Janis, convinced she wants to break up, never lets her say it.

the one where they actually talk after months of miscommunication.

Happy birthday?

Summary: Regina gets bad news on her birthday, which pushes her into acting like her old self with her friends. Janis won't have it. She has a plan to set Regina straight, but for that, she's going to need her to be willing to follow her lead.

lights and sirens

Summary: “Oh no…” Janis whispers, grimacing.

Regina glances at her with concern in her eyes. “What is it?”

“I think—I think I'm hallucinating. I'm looking at you, and I- and I see someone who can't- can't be real. Oh my god, I might be dying. Am I dying?” She confesses, still staring at Regina in shock, her heartbeat skyrocketing.

Maybe the pain is driving her mad. Or maybe death comes for you in the form of the person who you would most like to see one last time, to make the passing easier. She never thought Regina would be that person, but now that she thinks about it, it couldn't be more perfect.

Old stuff from 2019:

Hair

Home

MULTICHAPTERS

threads, oil paints, and textbooks - COMPLETE

Summary: Regina George starts a new year as one of Elizabeth T. Richmond Public School's teachers and finds out that one of the new faculty members is someone she'd been hoping to run into since leaving Illinois almost 16 years earlier. A lot has changed since then, but as everyone realizes, Regina and Janis still have a lot of unexplored feelings for each other.

The ballad of Moonlight & Solar Flare (pls give it a chance i promise its really good) - COMPLETE

Summary: Regina and Janis, as Moonlight & Solar Flare, used to fight crime together until something drove them to opposite sides, and their relationship didn't survive. Now, three years later, they realize it's not quite so easy to get rid of the love they once shared when a chain of events leads them back to each other.

SERIES

you set my world on fire

Basically, it's a continuation of the canon universe, starting during Spring Fling.

Summary for part 1: After getting hit by the bus, Regina is forced to come to terms with something she'd been running away from since she was a kid.

you set my world on fire (Part 1)

there's an old song (i wrote for you) (Part 2)

timeless like you and me (Part 3)

can't help myself (when you get close to me) (Part 4)

say you'll always keep me (Part 5)

you're still the one (Part 6)

uninvited (Part 7)

one that makes me sing (Part 8)

nothing in the world belongs to me (but my love) (Part 9)

birds of a feather (Part 10)

PS: new installments in the future

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Drive to Survive (JJK) • Chapter 10 “Ride or Die”

pairing: F1driver!Jungkook x female race engineer!reader genre: colleagues2L, formula1!AU, racing!AU, drama, kind of fantasy/cyborg!AU fic rating: 18+, MDNI warnings: fluff, doubt, a bet, bad gut feeling, fluff, they're so in love, fatal racing accident allusion of 2020 crash of Romain Grosjean (link to crash at the end of the chapter for best reading experience), angst, panic, lmk if I forgot smth word count: ~ 5.410

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a/n: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. Content errors related to the sport of Formula 1 are not excluded. Please do not use this story as your own. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕

01 • 02 • 03 • 04 • 05 • 06 • 07 • 08 • 09 • series masterlist • 11 (Final)

The moment you open your eyes, doubts flood your mind. You can’t decide if last night was the dream come true you’ve been hoping for or the nightmare you feared from the moment you fell for Jungkook.

You lie still, afraid to move and wake him, not wanting to play Reaper for your own happy ending. It's bittersweet, being so close to him, surrounded by his warmth and scent, knowing that any moment could be the end. Panic sets in, quickening your breathing until Jungkook stirs, waking up and searching your face with worried eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong, babe?" he asks, voice still groggy, hair sticking in every direction, making your heart ache even more.

“I... I... I need to get up.” You quickly pull away from him, simultaneously wrapping the duvet tightly around you as you escape the bed. But Jungkook is faster, catching up with you in an instant and blocking your path.

You should have known better than to think you could outrun an athlete, but here you are, embarrassed and unsure. Without your heels, you feel even smaller than usual with him towering before you.

“Nuh uh, what’s wrong? Do you regret last night?” His voice is sure in itself, but there's a hint of hurt in his eyes. “Talk to me. We’re not doing hide and seek.”

Taking a deep breath, you know you have to be honest with him, just as he’s always been with you.

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?” He holds your free hand, his eyes locked onto yours, letting his warmth seep into you.

“That it’s over.”

“That what is over?”

“Us.” You whisper the word, hoping to keep the tears at bay.

“Nooo! Why would there be an end to us?” Jungkook says gently, almost with a whine, pulling you into a tight hug, squishing your cheek against his firm chest as he rocks you from side to side.

The motion makes you giggle, and your spirits lift almost immediately.

“Because you’re you, and I’m... me. And you deserve better.” You mumble against his chest, your voice muffled by how closely he holds you.

“And that's perfect. I think you deserve better, and you think I deserve better, so we’re both all in. Isn't it?”

His reasoning might be flawed, as it always is, but you understand what he’s trying to convey. You’re both deeply in love, each wanting the absolute best for the other. Isn't that the foundation of every lasting relationship? Love and respect? You think so. There has to be something to build on.

“Yeah...”

“So, smile that picture-perfect smile for me and give me a good morning kiss.”

Jungkook stands up straight, puckering his still-swollen lips at you. You giggle, loving his positive attitude more than anything, and rise onto your tiptoes to give him a quick kiss.

“One more.”

You oblige, granting him his every wish. The joy in his eyes after you pull away dispels your last remaining doubts.

“How much time do we have?”

Jungkook walks over to his trousers, pulling out his phone to check the time. “About half an hour until we have to leave.”

“I need like twenty minutes. Should I come fetch you from your room?”

“But I want to get ready with you.” Jungkook pouts slightly, and you're sure he doesn't even realise he's doing it.

“Next time, okay?”

“Fine...”

He quickly puts on his clothes while you watch, wanting to say goodbye properly before he leaves.

As he slips his head through his shirt, he pauses for a moment, arms still not in the sleeves. “We’re a couple now, right?”

You nod, then shrug your shoulders.

“Okay, I take that as a definite yes. I’m not going to hide you, or our relationship. And I hope you don’t either.”

His words momentarily catch you off guard. You hadn’t thought about it since last night. The media, the fact that he's not just a man but Jeon Jungkook, a world champion and public figure. What scares you the most isn't the prospect of being thrust into the spotlight, but that you truly don't care. If he’s as sure of you as he claims, then there shouldn't be any doubt or worry on your part either.

So, with a soft smile, you give him the answer you know he hopes for. “Yeah, that’s fine with me.”

Once again, his face lights up with happiness at your simple words, capturing you lovestruck.

Jungkook walks towards you, now fully dressed standing in front of you, his eyes lingering on your face as if memorising every detail. He leans in and kisses you goodbye, a warmth radiating off him that makes your heart race.

“See you in twenty,” he rasps against your lips, his voice still carrying the grogginess of early morning while his hand cups your face.

“See you in twenty,” you echo, watching as he turns to leave. But just as he reaches the door, he stops, turns back around, and unfastens the silver chain from around his neck.

“Here,” he says softly, stepping closer to you. The chain catches the morning light as he holds it up with two hands. You’re taken aback when he carefully fastens it around your neck, the cool metal settling against your hot skin, his fingers feathery where they touch you. “It suits you better than me.”

Your hand instinctively moves to the chain, fingers tracing its familiar contours. A smile as bright as the sun spreads across your face, feeling his love in every fibre of your being. You reach up on your tiptoes and kiss him again, a brief but heartfelt kiss that leaves both of you breathless.

With a final soft glance, Jungkook leaves the room, and you set about getting ready for the day. The thrill of the race, or is it Jungkook’s love?…buzzes under your skin as you dress, the excitement and nerves mingling into one electric current you wish never dies.

Precisely twenty minutes later, you make your way down the hotel corridor to Jungkook’s room. Your heart skips a beat as you knock gently on the door. You knock on Jungkook’s hotel room door, and even though you’ve since learned the truth about Trish’s presence being innocent, you still can’t shake the bitter memories that surface.

The door swings open almost immediately, and the moment he sees you, his eyes light up, chasing away the darkness within you.

“Ready?” you ask, extending your hand towards him.

“Always,” he replies, taking your hand in his.

The connection is instant, like it always was meant to be, the warmth of his palm against yours revives you, your love growing with every beat of your heart. Together, you make your way through the hotel lobby and out into the bustling streets leading to the Spa circuit, ignoring prying eyes, cameras and whispers around you.

A slight breeze catches in your hair, carrying the distant sounds of the race track. As you walk hand in hand, the world seems to narrow down to just the two of you, the outside world fading into the background.

“You know,” Jungkook says, glancing at you with a playful grin, “I dreamt about this day for so long. Walking to the circuit with my girlfriend.”

You chuckle, squeezing his hand a little tighter. “Well, dreams do come true, Mr. Jeon. Especially when you’re this persistent.”

He laughs, the sound rich and carefree. “Persistent? More like hopelessly lovesick.”

“And how do you feel about race day? Ready to claim that podium?”

He nods, his expression shifting to one of determination. “Absolutely. This race is ours. I can feel it.”

You smile, feeling his confidence and energy rub off on you. The two of you walk in a comfortable silence for a moment, the only sounds being the rhythmic clicks of your shoes, moving at double the pace of his against the pavement.

As the circuit comes into view, your excitement grows. Jungkook’s energy, especially after last night, is infectious, leaving you flying in this new high.

“Do you think we’ll be the talk of the day?” Jungkook asks, breaking the silence.

“I hope not,” you reply, shooting him a knowing look. “But with the way things have been going, I wouldn’t be surprised if so.”

Jungkook nods, a serious look crossing his face. “You’re mine. Everyone can fuck off.”

“Jungkook!” You squeeze his hand in warning, scolding him playfully for his bad language as you step foot onto the track.

Dodging reporters is almost second nature now, and you deftly avoid their probing questions as you and Jungkook make your way through the crowd, never detaching your hands.

As you approach the Mercedes paddock, you spot both of your fathers deep in conversation. They greet you with wide smiles, their eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and pride.

“Ah, there they are,” Mr. Jeon exclaims, clapping Jungkook on the back. “Look at you two. Quite the pair.”

Your father gives you a gentle hug, then pulls back to appraise you with a knowing smile. “It’s good to see you both so happy.”

Mr. Jeon nudges your father with a smirk. “You owe me a hundred.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen in disbelief. “You bet on us?!”

Your father and Mr. Jeon both chuckle, the sound warm and full of mischief.

“And a hundred?” you add, incredulous.

Your father shrugs, trying to keep a straight face. “Thousand.”

You gasp, a laugh escaping your lips. “A hundred thousand?!”

The fathers exchange amused glances, their laughter filling the air. “We knew you two were meant for each other,” Mr. Jeon says, his voice filled with affection. “Just a matter of time.”

Jungkook shakes his head, clearly flabbergasted. “I can’t believe you two. Betting on us like some horse race.”

Your father chuckles, patting Jungkook’s shoulder. “It was a safe bet. And it’s not like we were rushing you. We just had faith.”

The easy banter continues, the two men playfully bickering about who saw the signs first and who had the better odds. Jungkook joins in, his laughter mingling with theirs, and you can’t help but smile at the easy familiarity between them.

The conversation takes a more serious turn when your father clears his throat, his expression growing somber. “Jungkook, how do you feel about Mingyu?”

Before Jungkook can respond, Mingyu strides by in his race gear, his gaze sliding over to you with an unsettling smirk, one eye still red. You feel your heart drop, blindsided by his sudden presence.

Both fathers turn to watch him pass, their expressions darkening. “We heard the FIA lifted his suspension last night,” Mr. Jeon says, his tone tinged with disbelief.

“No one understands why,” your father adds, shaking his head. “It’s baffling, really.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, a flash of anger in his eyes. “This doesn’t make any sense. How could they just let him back like that?”

You place a reassuring hand on his arm, trying to calm the storm brewing beneath the surface. “We’ll figure it out. There has to be an explanation.”

Mr. Jeon nods, his expression thoughtful. “It’s not over yet. Whatever’s happening, we’ll get to the bottom of it.”

Your father places a steadying hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Focus on the race, son. Don’t let this throw you off.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath, nodding as he centres himself. “You’re right. We’ve come too far to let this mess with our heads.”

The fathers exchange glances, their mutual understanding and support evident. “Stay strong, both of you,” Mr. Jeon says, his voice steady. “We’re here if you need anything.”

You nod, feeling bolstered by their words. “Thank you. We appreciate it.”

As the conversation winds down, you share a look with Jungkook, the determination and resolve mirrored in his eyes. Whatever challenges lie ahead, you know you’ll face them together not only as colleagues but as a couple.

The chaos of the race briefing still echoes in your mind as you and Jungkook exit the garage. Toto and the rest of the team went berserk about Mingyu, causing the atmosphere to shift into absolute determination to show what you’re made of. It’s a bittersweet relief that Mingyu has to start from the last position, yet it leaves you with an uneasy knot in your stomach about today.

There’s no time to lean into your doubts as you step into the open, reporters finally catch sight of you both. A flood of questions and flashing cameras converge, leaving no room for escape.

One reporter, pushing through the throng, grabs the opportunity. “How are you feeling about Mingyu’s unexpected return? Does it change your strategy for the race?”

You meet Jungkook’s gaze, and he gives a subtle nod. You take a deep breath, ready to address the questions with the poise expected of you. “Our focus remains on our own performance. Mingyu’s return doesn’t alter our strategy.” You try to look as unaffected as possible, but there’s still worry inside you that you can’t quiet place. “We’re concentrating on executing our plan and adapting as needed. We’ve been preparing for every possible scenario, so we’re confident in our approach.”

Jungkook, ever the supportive partner, adds with a calm but determined tone, “We’re ready for whatever comes our way. Our main goal is to stay focused and deliver the best performance possible.”

Another reporter quickly interjects, “With all the attention on Mingyu, how are you managing the pressure leading up to the race?”

“Pressure is part of the game. We’ve trained for this, and we’re used to handling high-stress situations. Our priority is to stay composed and focused, no matter the external factors.” You answer smoothly, professional smile in place.

Jungkook chimes in, “Exactly. We thrive under pressure. It’s about channeling that energy into our performance and ensuring we give it our all.”

The questions shift suddenly. “There’s been a lot of speculation about your relationship. You two seem inseparable these days. Can you comment on that?”

You start to answer professionally, “We’re both committed to our roles and as I stated some days ago, our private lives—”

Jungkook, not missing a beat, interrupts with a grin, “She’s my ride or die. On and off the track.”

The cameras snap furiously as Jungkook pulls you close, his lips finding yours in a kiss. It’s gentle but oh so much more, a clear declaration of his feelings for the world to see. You can’t help but let out a small squeal of surprise. Your heart swells with pride, both for Jungkook’s prowess as a driver and the love you share. You so don’t shy away; instead, you lean into the kiss, embracing the moment with all the confidence and affection you feel.

The kiss lingers for a few seconds before he pulls away, a satisfied and goofy smile on his face which makes you giggle with red cheeks. The reporters’ cameras are still flashing, capturing every detail of the intimate exchange. You meet Jungkook’s eyes, feeling the warmth of his gesture and the genuine pride you both share. The crowd’s excitement intensifies, but you both remain grounded in your unity.

A final reporter calls out, “Any last words before the race?”

You give a confident nod. “We’re excited and ready to give it our best. Thanks for all the support.”

Jungkook squeezes your hand, his gaze never leaving you. “See you at the finish line.”

As the reporters begin to disperse, you and Jungkook walk away hand in hand, your heart still racing from the earlier excitement. The race is just around the corner, and despite the frenzy of the moment, you both feel more prepared and connected than ever.

The roar of the crowd is a loud vibrating presence as you stand in the pit lane, eyes fixed on the track. The Belgian Grand Prix is infamous for its unpredictable weather and treacherous corners, a true test of skill and nerve for all teams. Today, the sky is a patchwork of ominous clouds, promising a dramatic race.

Jungkook sits in the cockpit of his car, lined up at the front of the grid in pole position. He is the perfect picture of focus, every inch the professional athlete as he goes through his pre-race routine after the formation lap. The helmet hides his face, but you can imagine the determined set of his jaw, the intense concentration in his eyes as he zeros in on the lights above. You have seen it countless times before, yet it never fails to quicken your heartbeat. Through the radio, his voice crackles to life, calm and assured. “How are we looking, babe?”

“Everything’s good, Jungkook,” you reply, keeping your tone steady and professional despite the intimate endearment you learned to love overnight. “Track temperature is holding, and the weather looks like it’s going to hold off for now.”

“Copy that,” he says. “Let’s bring it home.”

Your gaze flickers over to the back of the grid, where Mingyu sits in his own car, starting from the last position. There’s a steely determination about him, a hunger for victory that has fuelled Jungkook’s determination to win even more. You’ve seen Mingyu pull off incredible comebacks some races before, and despite the odds, you know he’ll fight his way to the front.

The lights above the starting grid illuminate one by one, the tension mounting with each brilliant red bulb. You hold your breath, waiting for that final moment when they’ll all go out, signalling the start of the race. You can almost hear Jungkook’s heartbeat over the radio, matching your own rapid pulse.

And then, in an explosion of noise and motion, they’re off.

Jungkook gets a clean start, his car leaping forward, while behind him, the rest of the field jostles for position. Tyres squeal and engines roar, the symphony of Formula 1 racing echoing through the hills of Spa-Francorchamps.

“Great start, Jungkook,” you say into the radio, watching as he expertly navigates the first corner. He maintains his lead, the rest of the pack struggling to keep up with his blistering pace.

But your attention is divided, constantly flickering to the back of the field where Mingyu is making his move. He’s aggressive, carving through the slower cars with a relentless drive that’s terrifying regarding his physique. In no time at all, he’s surged past a third of the pack, his car a blur of blue, red and yellow.

“Mingyu’s on the move,” you inform Jungkook, watching the data streaming in on your monitor. “He’s already up to P10.”

“Noted,” Jungkook replies, his voice steady. “Keep me updated.”

The roar of the engines reaches a crescendo as Jungkook approaches the legendary Eau Rouge and Raidillon complex, a brutal test of skill and bravery that every driver must master. The track dips dramatically downhill before launching sharply uphill, creating a blind crest that requires absolute commitment and precision. Your heart pounds as you watch Jungkook navigate this section, the car compressed by the massive g-forces, tyres straining for grip on the asphalt.

From your vantage point, it’s a breathtaking display of skill; any hesitation here could spell disaster, but Jungkook takes it with persistent confidence. He enters the corner perfectly, trusting his instincts and the engineering of his car, balancing speed and control in a dance of motion only the best can master.

As he crests the hill at Raidillon, the car maintains its poise, the perfect evidence of his focus and precision. You can almost feel the rush of adrenaline from his perspective, knowing the risks but trusting in his capabilities to push through unscathed.

The Kemmel Straight is a powerful, exhilarating stretch where Jungkook can unleash the full potential of his car, a true stage for raw speed and engine power. Here, the aerodynamics of the car are pushed to their limits as he accelerates out of Raidillon, heading towards one of the best overtaking zones on the circuit. Your heart races as you watch the speed climb on the telemetry, the car screaming down the straight with relentless momentum, surpassing Lewis Hamilton’s top speed of 2020 with 326 km/h (202 mph) with ease. It's a strategic point in the race, where slipstreaming plays a crucial role, and Jungkook needs to be aware of any threats from behind.

The tension in your shoulders rises, as he barrels down the straight, each millisecond counting, the roar of the engine vibrating through the pit lane. You know that any miscalculation here can lead to disaster in the braking zone at Les Combes, but you trust in Jungkook’s skill to maintain his advantage, utilising every ounce of the car's capabilities to keep Mingyu and the rest at bay.

As Jungkook approaches the intricate series of turns at Les Combes, the race transitions from raw speed to technical finesse. This section, characterised by its tricky right-left-right configuration, demands impeccable braking and cornering precision.

You watch intently as Jungkook prepares to decelerate, trusting his instincts to judge the perfect moment to brake hard as he did in the countless simulation sessions. The car’s balance shifts dramatically as he threads through the sequence, each apex a critical piece of a larger puzzle. It’s a dance of dexterity and control, with Jungkook’s expertise on full display as he maintains his lead, deftly handling the wheel as the live broadcasts on TV show footage of his cockpit.

The ability to maintain speed without compromising control is vital here, and Jungkook executes it flawlessly, his focus like you’ve never seen before. This part of the track separates those who simply drive from those who understand the art of racing, and you feel a swell of pride as Jungkook, your boyfriend, emerges from Les Combes, still in command, ready for the next challenge.

The sweeping double left-hander of Pouhon is next after successfully passing the corners 8 to 11, a fearsome curve that challenges even the most seasoned drivers with its relentless demand for precision and bravery.

As Jungkook enters this high-speed section, your eyes don’t dare to blink, knowing how crucial it is to maintain both speed and stability. The car must cling to the tarmac with every ounce of grip, the lateral forces threatening to push it off-line.

Jungkook's skill is remarkable as he commits to the curve, keeping the throttle pinned as he balances on the knife-edge between speed and control. The data streams across your monitors, confirming his flawless trajectory, and you can almost feel the car responding to his slightest touch. It's truly a mesmerising display of mastery, the car dancing at the very limits of adhesion, and Jungkook holds his nerve, exiting Pouhon better than ever.

At corner 17, Blanchimont looms ahead, an infamous high-speed bend that demands courage as well as technical perfection. And as Jungkook approaches, the car is already pushed to its limits, the engine screaming as he keeps his foot down. This is a corner where only the most courageous drivers maintain full throttle, and Jungkook is one of them.

Your pulse quickens, matching by now his own, as he nears the bend, the car slicing through the air at blistering speed, every decision made in fractions of a second. The car skims perilously close to the edge of the track, tyres gripping fiercely to keep the car from sliding off into disaster.

It’s a breathtaking display of speed and finesse, where Jungkook’s experience and skill shine through, and you can barely breathe until he exits the corner cleanly, having navigated one of the most dangerous parts of the circuit with remarkable control. This daring manoeuvre confirms his dominance and keeps him ahead of the pack, setting up one of the final acts of the lap.

Lap after lap, the race evolves into a gripping spectacle of speed and strategy. Jungkook holds his lead with skill and composure, his car responding beautifully to every twist and turn of the iconic circuit. Each lap he completes feels like a small victory, the gap between him and the rest of the field widening.

Yet, your eyes can’t help but keep drifting to Mingyu’s progress. He is relentless, overtaking car after car with surgical precision. By the halfway point of the race, he’s up to fifth place, his charge through the field nothing short of spectacular. Every overtake he makes feels like a direct challenge, a reminder that he’s not out of the fight yet.

“Jungkook, Mingyu’s in P5 now,” you report, your voice laced with apprehension you hope he doesn’t catch. “He’s gaining on the leaders fast.”

Jungkook’s response is immediate, calculating and cool. “Understood. How’s my pace?”

“You’re looking good,” you reassure him, checking the data. “Just focus on your race. We’ve got this.”

As the laps tick down, the tension in the pit lane rises. You can feel it in the air, the anticipation as the climax of the race approaches. Mingyu is now in third place, bearing down on the second-place driver with relentless determination. His car is a missile, cutting through the air with lethal efficiency.

Your fingers dance over the controls, monitoring Jungkook’s car, ensuring everything is functioning perfectly. Every piece of information you relay is crucial, every decision potentially the difference between victory and defeat.

“Pace is still good, Jungkook,” you say, glancing up as his car roars past the pit wall, letting your hairs sway with his airstream. “Stay focused.”

The battle for second place is fierce, but Mingyu is unstoppable. He takes the position with a daring move that has the crowd gasping, his car inches from his rival’s as they scream through Eau Rouge. Now, there’s only one car between him and victory: Jungkook’s.

You watch the monitors intently, heart in your throat as the two rivals face off.

Jungkook is in the lead, but Mingyu is gaining ground with every corner, his car faster, his resolve unshakeable. It’s a battle of wills, of skill and courage, and neither driver is willing to give an inch.

“Jungkook, Mingyu is closing in,” you warn, your voice tight with tension. “Stay sharp.”

“I see him,” Jungkook replies, a hint of steel in his voice. “I’m not letting him through.”

The final laps are a haze of speed and intensity, the cars pushing their limits, the drivers beyond exhaustion but fuelled by sheer determination. Jungkook, seathing to the bones, defends with all his might, his car a fortress that Mingyu cannot breach.

The track seems to shrink, every corner leaving more nerves behind, every straight a chance for Mingyu to close the gap. You can feel the strain, the pressure weighing heavy on your shoulders as the race reaches its climax.

As you watch the live feed in the garage of the penultimate lap, you see Jungkook’s car moving down the Kemmel straight, Mingyu a breath away. Both drivers accelerate, nearly reaching the records of Kimi Räikönen in 2018 and Sergio Perez in 2019 with 343 km/h (213 mph).

“Jungkook, you’re nearly breaking record. Don’t push too much, it’s not worth it.” Your voice crackles over the radio, also reminding him to keep his head down and stay focused.

“Got it.” But he doesn’t listen, the telemetry data showing his unrelenting push on the throttle.

The adrenaline is coursing through your veins, the tension unbearable even from the safety of the pit wall.

And then, disaster strikes.

Without warning, Mingyu, in a desperate bid to overtake, clips Jungkook’s rear, while a sickening crunch of metal is heard through the radio. It happens in an instant, too fast for you to react or comprehend, but slow enough that the moment etches itself into your mind.

The impact is instantaneous and violent, sending Jungkook’s car spinning off the track at a terrifying speed. Your eyes widen in horror as you watch helplessly, time seeming to slow as his car hurtles toward the barriers.

“FUCK!” Jungkook’s voice booms in your ears.

The screech of tyres and the grinding of metal are deafening, yet everything else around you feels silent, as if the entire world has come to a halt. A high-pitched ringing fills your ears, drowning out everything else, leaving you with nothing but the image of Jungkook's car losing control.

It’s a nightmare scenario, one you’ve feared but never truly believed would happen.

The car smashes into the barriers with a ferocity that defies comprehension, the protective Armco railing tearing open as if made of paper. The force of the impact is catastrophic, the vehicle breaking into half as it collides with the barriers. In the split second before it bursts into flames, you see the twisted remnants of what was once the front of the car.

Red flags wave instantly. There is no way anyone could survive such a catastrophic accident, but the thought is too horrifying to accept. The world seems to hold its breath as the car explodes into a massive fireball upon impact due to it’s raptured fuel cell, flames erupting around the cockpit in a way you never thought possible in todays racing.

The searing heat and blinding brightness of the flames create a scene straight out of your worst fears. You can only see the back part of his car, meters away from the impact point, the front completely obscured by fire and smoke.

The inferno is consuming everything, the fire raging with an intensity that makes it feel alive, a malevolent force intent on destruction. The heat is palpable even from where you sit, and the acrid smell of burning fuel fills the air, mingling with the smoke as it billows upward.

Instinctively, you leap to your feet, a scream of terror clawing its way out of your throat as you watch the inferno engulf the wreckage of what was once a finely-tuned racing machine.

"Jungkook!" you yell, the sound of his name tearing from your lips with raw desperation. The name echoes in your mind, but it feels hollow, futile against the deafening roar of the fire.

The entire paddock is deathly quiet, the usual activity replaced by a stunned silence as everyone on the circuit watches the scene unfold in disbelief. There are certain moments where silence falls on a racing track and you know what that means. It’s as if the world has stopped turning, all eyes transfixed on the fiery wreckage, split in half. The fire burns with an intensity that seems impossible to contain, black thick smoke billowing into the sky as your mind races with fear and disbelief as helicopters capture the scene from above, broadcasting it live on TV.

The seconds stretch into an eternity as you wait for any sign, any movement, that might indicate Jungkook is okay. Your heart hammers in your chest, each beat painful, reminding you of the time slipping away. The team around you shocked, radios crackling with frantic messages, but your world has narrowed to the sight of those flames and the desperate hope that Jungkook can somehow escape. Every second that passes feels like a lifetime, the fear a physical weight pressing down on you.

You try to stay focused, remembering your training, reminding yourself that safety protocols are in place, that the marshals are trained for this. But it’s impossible to shake the fear that grips you, that tightens around your chest with every second that passes. You know the safety measures are extensive, that everything possible has been done to protect the drivers, but in this moment, those thoughts offer little comfort. The knowledge that there’s no way of him surviving such an accident is a persistent shadow in your mind, whispering doubts and fears that you try desperately to silence.

It’s Joongki’s voice beside you that shatters every hope within you “He’s never gonna survive this. It’s been over twenty seconds.”

And then, you break down. “Jungkook, talk to me!” you plead over the radio, your hands shaking, every nerve ending screaming for a response while the tears start to flow down your face.

But there is nothing but static.

Amidst the chaos on the track, your eyes scan the scene frantically, searching for any sign of movement, any indication that he’s fighting his way free. You can barely breathe, the weight of the moment pressing down on you, time stretching into an agonising eternity.

“Jungkook! Please!” You sob uncontrollably into the radio, holding the mic attached to the headset with both hands to your mouth, shaking, begging, praying, as the front chassis of his car burns down to ashes.

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surprise! ( greg sanders x reader )

There were very few cases that didn't leave a lasting impression on the team, but this case exceeded all the brutality that the team had worked on and even when you were at home in your apartment, your mind was working on the case, making it impossible to go to sleep.

The moment you found out you were pregnant, you changed your old habits, never skipping a meal, sneaking a snack or two, and starting to take vitamins, however, this case made you feel queasy and it was easy to fall into old habits, and so you skipped meals, forgot to take the vitamins and didn't get the rest your body desperately needed.

After five days of neglect your body was feeling the effects and you did your best to shrug off the nausea and exhaustion as you continued to run tests in the lab.

"Please, please, please, be good news." You muttered as you walked to the printer, picking up the results.

"Hey, how's it goin'?" Nick asked. "Got the results yet?"

"Just got 'em." You replied, turning to him with a smile. Your brow furrowed when your footing wobbled and Nick looked at you worriedly, stepping forward.

"Hey, hey, you okay?"

You shook it off and handed him the results. "Ballistics on the gun were a match. The test I ran on the sample from on the sole of the boots revealed that Hodges was right. Desert Mariposa Lily."

You walked to the desk to fetch the photos you had taken to show the bullets matched the gun Nick and Catherine had found at the crime scene, running a hand over your forehead which felt hot to the touch.

Nick heard the clatter of test tubes hitting the floor and rushed over to your side, rolling you gently onto your back. "Y/N! Y/N!" He looked at the doorway, "I need some help in here!"

Hearing the commotion, Catherine, Ray, and Greg rushed into the room and your boyfriend quickly knelt beside you, glancing at Nick.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. She just collapsed." Nick moved aside to let Ray take a look at you and Greg looked at your cheek and forehead which had small pieces of glass from the broken test tubes embedded in the skin.

"It's likely that she fainted, but she should have woken up by now. She must've hit her head on the way down. She needs to go to the hospital." Ray explained, looking at Greg whose eyes widened, nodding his head.

He picked you up off the floor, and Nick followed him when he carried you out of the room, "I'll come with you."

The two CSIs raced through the streets of Las Vegas to the nearest hospital and Nick helped hold doors while Greg carried you inside. "We need a doctor!"

Greg was instructed by a nurse to place you down on a bed a few moments later and walked down the hallway with the nurses as Nick recounted what happened.

"Are you family?" One of the nurses asked as a doctor walked into the room.

"Colleague," Nick replied.

"Boyfriend," Greg answered, looking over her shoulder to watch as the doctor listened to your heart, checking your pulse, instructing the three nurses around the bed.

"You'll have to wait outside then." She smiled apologetically and Greg opened his mouth to argue, but the nurse interrupted him, "Please, we'll keep you notified if we find out anything."

Greg and Nick reluctantly made their way out of the room and the former ran a hand through his hair, leaning against the wall. Nick's cell phone rang and he informed Greg it was Catherine, before answering it.

For over an hour, the two CSIs remained outside your room while the doctor and the nurses came and went and Greg grew more restless. Nick left down the hallway to find coffee and returned with two cups, holding one out to Greg who thanked him.

"She's a tough one. She'll be fine." Nick reassured him.

As evening turned into night and night became early morning, Greg was approached by the doctor who informed him of the various tests he had done, and their results.

"Pregnant?" Greg echoed.

The doctor nodded, "Almost seven weeks. It's been over twelve hours since she last ate, that's my best guess anyway. When she fainted due to exhaustion and malnourishment, she hit her head pretty hard. We're gonna monitor her for a concussion. But all signs say the baby is healthy. Just make sure she keeps hydrated and eats something."

Noticing Greg was in a state of shock, Nick thanked the doctor, shaking his hand before he left. He looked at Greg when he lowered his gaze to the floor contemplatively.

"Why wouldn't she tell me?"

"Odds are she planned to and given the work that we do, never found the right time." Nick reasoned. "Doc says she's awake."

Greg nodded slowly, heading towards your room before turning to Nick, and thanking him.

"I'll leave you two to it." He grinned before walking away.

Greg entered the room and you turned your head, the glass removed from your skin and closed with butterfly closure strips. You looked at your boyfriend as he approached the bed, smiling softly.

"Hey," You greeted timidly.

"Hey," Greg flashed a smile, "How are you feeling?"

"Like an idiot."

He shook his head, "Don't be. I know what it's like to get wrapped up in a case. But I wasn't eating for two."

Your eyes widened for a moment before you realized the doctor must've told him. "The doc told you."

"Yeah." He reached out to move your hair away from your forehead, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I wanted to!" You sighed, "I had a big surprise planned, a nice dinner and a present. I special ordered this hat online that said CSI in training on it."

Greg smiled, feeling a weight off his shoulders. "I thought that you didn't say anything because…well, of me."

You shook your head, taking his hand. "I just wanted it to be special, you know?"

Greg ran his thumb over your hand, "If it helps, I was surprised."

"A happy surprise?"

"Very." He smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

You placed a hand on his cheek, running your thumb back and forth along his cheekbone. "I love you. And I'm sorry for scaring you." You knew how you would react if you rushed into a room and he was unresponsive and felt guilty for the worry you had caused him and the team.

"From now on, you will never miss a meal. I will sit and watch you if I have to." A small smile formed on his lips as he leaned in to kiss you tenderly, pulling back moments later to whisper, "And for the record, I love you too."

When you returned home to your apartment the next afternoon, you revealed the spot you hid your gift for Greg and his eyes lit up when he saw the tiny hat. He brought you into his arms as he kissed your head, telling you how much he loved you. He couldn't imagine embarking on this new chapter of life with anyone else.

You returned to work a few days later and were greeted by the team congratulating you on your pregnancy. The case was closed and soon you found yourself immersed in another. Catherine was always checking in with you, making sure you had eaten and even bringing you snacks from the vending machine. Nick refused to let you carry anything heavy, even if it was a dusty box of old forensic files.

You believed things would settle down in a week or so, but it only got worse throughout your pregnancy. Ray was a godsend when the morning sickness hit and when you were working long hours he always made sure you got plenty of rest.

When your baby was born you knew that they was going to be surrounded by a group of hardworking CSIs who would love them dearly. As you looked around the table as everyone reviewed old files, you recalled the moment you suspected you were pregnant, leading to you taking a test at home while Greg was watching a movie. You had been dating for a little over a year, working together for three years, and it shocked you when it came back positive. You believed it would spell the end of your relationship, or be the reason you broke up further down the line. But as you looked at your boyfriend as he read a case file, you knew this was how it was meant to be - that you two were meant to be.

Little did you know that Greg had a hiding spot of his own. A ring box was stashed away until it was time for your date. He had made reservations at one of the hottest restaurants in town, booked months in advance, and he couldn't wait to surprise you.

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