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It was a joke at first but now it is only a little bit a joke. Happy mermay, Bo is a clam now
He is once again supposed to be some gift/whatever to Qâs father - the king - and therefore Q, because mer clams can produce stupid huge and valuable pearls. He only makes them when heâs irritated or upset (both physically like a normal clam and also just when heâs annoyed, rip) so when he first shows up he has PLENTY but as he and Q warm up to each other.. they grow less common. Oops
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Mer fact: If you give mer pearls time they kinda pop out on their own/with minimal damage. You can take them out earlier but that is not a good time for the clam :(
Quinton tries to make sure mer!Bo doesnât hurt himself just to give them pearls - the king cares less.
#shhhhhhh lets all pretend blue maxima clams can open and close entirely#because its very convenient#ngl when we said âhaha clam merâ i was not expecting to end up with a bunch of angst#but we did it lads. we got there#lol anyway. the logistics and anatomy get whack real fast#we will be ignoring that as well đ#my art#ocs#original character#oc art#mermay#mer au#west facing#quinton bell#bo church
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forever grateful for the ccc english patch (tho i can't play it myself /sobs) bc THIS. this sums up the true route so well and i write my hakuno before she really develops as a character (cuz i wanna flesh her out thru ic interactions đ€âšïž) but i love her growth in canon and can't wait to flesh her out in writing so she can come to understand love like thisss đđ
ccc really is all about love and how the characters act based on how perceive that concept and there's a talk about the difference between ai (æ) and koi (æ) but tl;dr hakuno and sakura have koi, which andersen describes as a "dreaming heart" that's more associated with like longing and yearning,,,, IT FITS THEM SO WELL I SOBB
#&&. out of#I LOVE THE WAY H.AKUNO LOVES SM IM TYPING ALL OF THIS FROM A POOL OF MY TEARS IM SO SRS#i'm gonna be real with u chief i'm still trying to understand the differences between ai/koi myself BUT FROM I HAVE BEEN READING-#koi is vv fitting bc it's more romantic (eng patch translates koi to 'in love' and ai to 'love' !) and directed to a special person#<- ALSO WHY I'M NOT A FAN OF THE H.AKUNO HAREM JOKES đ·#DEVOTION IS LITERALLY THERE IN DA H.AKUNO CHARACTER PROFILE and h.akuno makes it so clear that she only has eyes for one (1) person#if she loves u then u'd be her one and only..!!!!#it's an important character trait of hers methinks tho i will admit that there are moments that make me go đ€š in regards to it#but that's not h.akuno- that's jst bad writing đ#AGDJWHD AND YEAHH THATS WHY I SOMETIMES IGNORE CERTAIN THINGS IN CANON đ·#the only parts of h.akuno i don't like can all be chalked up to bad writing frfr đż#i have a lot to say but ye i love h.akuno k.ishinami a lot đđđâïžâïž#WE ALSO FINALLY GOT ENG TRANSLATION OF H.AKUNO PROPOSING AND I WANNA POST THAT TOOOO#as u can probably tell; my h.akuno simp heart is truly being fed so well by all this content đ€§đđđđ
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Drunk texting
DP&W!Logan x Fem!reader: featuring Wade
Summary: logan goes out with Wade and won't stop calling and texting your phone
CW: fluff | mention of alcohol | dirty talk | failed attempt at sexting | mature language | mention of sex | drunk logan |
Word count: Over 1k
Authors note: Hi, please be kind. I'm still trying to get back into writing. Not proofread. Requests are open. Divider by @saradika-graphics
My work will always be 18+ Minors do not interact or read.
It was 2:00 am on a fucking Wednesday night and your phone was blowing up. Wade had dragged Logan out to have some "bonding time with peanut." Which was code for which of them could get drunk the fastest. It always led to the bar being completely drained of alcohol â usually with one of them coming home with a bruised eye (Wade).
Logan could drink, and so could wade. But he has such a high tolerance that the amount of alcohol he consumed in order to get completely drunk would probably kill the average man. Not good. That meant longer days spent working so he could pay off the tab. You didn't mind most of the time. Since he needed a break and have some fun every once in a while.
Your phone lights up next to your bed. You tried to ignore it, but it kept happening over and over. The loud buzz vibrating on the night stand. You groan and throw your pillow over your head. No use. The sound just kept getting louder and louder.
You sit up in bed and grab it, the bright light making your eyes water a bit. You look down, and your eyebrows shoot up. There were about 46 text messages, and over 10 missed calls. All from logan and a few from wade.
You open your text message app to read what the hell was so important that he had to blow your phone up in the middle of the night.
Lo đ: miss you.
Lo đ: Wades tupee is crooked, not telling him tho
Lo đ: luv u ba.yb
Lo đ: gonna fkc u wen I get home
Lo đ: gonna have u soking my dick
Lo đ: stop ignore me
Lo đ: [image]
Your eyes were still trying to adjust to the screen of your phone as you read through every text message logan has sent. You sighed, looking at the picture he sent you. You could tell he was absolutely trashed. He was in the run-down bars bathroom. The lighting in there was dim, and the mirror was dirty. He was holding his semi hard cock in one hand and had the bottom of shirt in between his teeth. The sight alone had you squeezing your thighs together. His abs were flexed and a little sweaty, making his happy trail stick to his skin. You had to take a deep breath and calm yourself.
You clicked back and went over to the texts Wade had sent you. You were trying to get your mind off of the selfie logan sent.
Wade: don't worry pookie is fine.
Wade: he's got his tits out like a slut.
Wade: okay now he's fighting
Wade: Okay now he's fighting ME
Wade: I'm not even drunk. I've been having the bartender give me water the whole night đ
Wade: is he in heat ??? All he's been talking about is fucking
You rolled your eyes and let out a breathy laugh. You knew the second wade got logan through that front door it was over. Just as you had that thought, the door went bursting open, hitting the wall behind it with a loud bang.
"Speak of the devil." You mumbled under your breath. You walked out and saw Wade throwing logan back onto the couch.
He turned to you. "Sunshine here decided to start hmmm his fourth bar fight of the night, so we got kicked out."
You ran your hand down your face and looked down at where logan was slumped over. "Bad night?"
"Nah, luckily, he got whiskey dick of the claws, so no one was shanked." Wade shrugged as he readjusted his toupee. You fought the urge to laugh when you remembered logans text from earlier.
You let out a sigh of relief that no one was actually hurt tonight. You don't know what you'd do if you had to bail logan out of jail. Knowing Wade, he'd probably would just break him out.
"Well thank you for taking him out tonight. He's been......kinda down lately." You spoke as your eyes were still trained on your boyfriend.
There was pause before he spoke up again. He knew how much his friend could get into his own head and overthink.
"No problem. I'm gonna leave you two alone before he wakes up and tells me how much he wants to eat your ass again." Wade gave you a sympathetic pat to your shoulder and quickly hauled ass out of your apartment.
He wasn't gonna stick around incase logan decided to whip out his cock. You couldn't blame him.
Your face got hot, and you groaned again. Logan always had such a way with words. The thought of him telling Wade anything about your sex life was enough to make you want to go hide under your blanket. Now you were wondering what the hell those two talk about when you or Vanessa were not around.
A low grumble sounded from logan as he woke up. His eyes were dropping, and his speech was slurred. He looked around, confused as to where he was until he saw you. He gave you a weak smile and patted his lap for you to sit.
"C'mere" logan hiccups. "Been missin' ya all night." He tried reaching for you.
You immediately slapped his hand away.
"Nuh, uh, I'm gonna make you some water, and you're gonna sleep on this couch until you're sobered up." You shook your head and backed away.
"Then maybe just maaaybe you can have me in the morning. Deal?"
Logan pouted and sunk deeper into his spot. You couldn't help but chuckle a bit. You couldn't deny the sad pout on his face was cute. He looked so annoyed with you, but he didn't have it in his heart to be mean. Never to you. No matter how drunk logan got, it still didn't keep him from having that soft spot for you.
"Why don't you stand between my legs and lemme eat your pussy then." He slurred again.
"Jesus christ." You muttered and went into the kitchen to pour him some water.
You'd think you would be used to his dirty talk by now. Yet he still managed to surprise you with it. If he wasn't drunk off his ass right now, you would have peeled off all your clothes and let him have you right there on that couchâ letting him stuff his cock so deep in your pussy it made your legs tremble before he even started moving. You shake your head of those thoughts and continue getting him his water.
By the time you came back, he had already passed out. You sat the water down and helped him into a more comfortable position. Throwing a blanket over him, you placed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. Quickly, you went back into your bed to get some sleep. You're sure by morning he would be back to normal. He didn't get hangovers much. Maybe you'd take him up on all of his all of those offers once he's sober.
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A Million Kisses - Arthur Leclerc x Reader
Summary: You and Arthur have spent your entire life terrorising Charles. But when he turns the tables on you, bringing up a topic youâve largely ignored since your teenaged years, the dynamic changes.
Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Bullying Charles
2024 timeline. Pinterest pics. Childhood friends to lovers trope
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scuderiaferrari just friday thingsÂ
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pierregasly you all know whatâs coming
user1 oh dear, not a charles post
its_yn_ln another day, another thirst trap. bet he posted this himself
arthur_leclerc not what i wanted to see when i opened up my phoneÂ
â its_yn_ln agreed, i think iâve gone blindÂ
user2 every charles post summons yn and and arthur
arthur_leclerc whereâs the carlos content? only reason i followed
â charles_leclerc iâd like both of you to piss off
â its_yn_ln thatâs not a nice way to talk to your fansÂ
alexandrasaintmleux đ
â its_yn_ln did charles force you to write that so that it seemed like somebody liked him?
â arthur_leclerc donât be silly, yn. he took her phone and wrote it himselfÂ
user3 not the terror twins at it again
user4 poor charles has been suffering from this ever since he joined f1
â user5 and prior, it just wasn't as well documented lolÂ
user6 i bet charles begs admin to cancel his posts because he lives in fear of the comments
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charles_leclerc beach daysÂ
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pierregasly looking good, brother (but iâm praying for you for when they see this)Â
its_yn_ln and i thought narcissus loved himselfÂ
â charles_leclerc i miss the days before arthur befriended youÂ
â arthur_leclerc so before we were both born?
â charles_leclerc exactlyÂ
scuderiaferrari making the most of summer break
â user7 heâs actually begging for you to take him back so that he doesnât have to spend another minute with yn and arthurÂ
its_yn_ln put your chitties awayÂ
â user8 when people ask me what my fav part of f1 is, i show them ynâs commentsÂ
arthur_leclerc not shown is charles eating waves every two secondsÂ
â charles_leclerc still did better than you. you wouldnât stop staring at yn long enough to concentrate on the wavesÂ
â user9 what did he sayyyy
â user10 my ynarthur heart is screaming
â user11 um, guys, who else thinks thereâs truth to this
â user12 no because they have NEVER let charles have the last comment yet neither clap back at this??
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its_yn_ln as charles once said, beach days âïž although my post is better because it has me and arthur in itÂ
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arthur_leclerc anything is better with us and not charlesÂ
â its_yn_ln more fun tooÂ
â arthur_leclerc thatâs just me, chĂ©rie
â user14 iâm not screaming, you areÂ
alexandrasaintmelux belle fille
â its_yn_ln pas comparĂ© Ă toi. still not sure what youâre doing with charles
â alexandrasaintmleux doesnât she look gorgeous @/arthur_leclerc?
â arthur_leclerc you and charles deserve each other
charles_leclerc and no thank you to the brother who lent you his yacht for your date?Â
â alexandrasaintmleux bĂ©bĂ©, it is not a date? remember they made it quite clear
â charles_leclerc all iâm saying is i do not look at or touch my friends like thatÂ
â joris_trouche be weird if you did
â charles_leclerc see @/its_yn_ln weirdÂ
â its_yn_ln blockedÂ
francisca.cgomes stunning
â its_yn_ln marry me?
â pierregasly @/arthur_leclerc come get your girlÂ
â its_yn_ln donât you fucking startÂ
oscarpiastri was he holding your hand so you didnât fall into the water?
â arthur_leclerc itâs what any good friend would doÂ
user15 yn and arthur seem to be getting awfully defensive lately đ
â user16 no. theyâve always talked about how annoying it is to be accused of being more than friends so how about you donât contribute to thatÂ
â user17 yeah but things between them seem to be different lately and now the drivers are publicly commenting on it?Â
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arthur_leclerc from 2 months to 22 years. itâs been a delight to share every special moment with you. happy birthday, mon problĂšme đ„łđ€
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its_yn_ln i canât believe you dug out that baby photo đ i look forward to another year with you by my side x
its_yn_ln although waking up to find out you had broken into my apartment and filled it with balloons was a bit of a shock
â charles_leclerc you might need to get used to seeing that ugly mug first thing in the morning
â user1 what does this mean?!Â
lilymhe okay but the tiara and the shades? iconic
â its_yn_ln iâm an icon
â charles_leclerc thatâs not how you translate divaÂ
alexandrasaintmleux happy birthday, yn. canât wait to see you at dinner later
â its_yn_ln can my birthday present be you leaving charles at home?
pierregasly happy birthday, yn. drinks on me later
â its_yn_ln okay, youâre forgiven for teaming up with charles
â pierregasly iâm not team charles. iâm team ynarthur
â charles_leclerc we had shirts made
â arthur_leclerc not today, guys.Â
â user2 oo he used a full stop. heâs pissed
user3 guys, do we think the baby is just a phrase like âchaos babyâ or a pet name?
user4 arthur truly is the epitome of âif he wanted to, he wouldâ
â user5 never saw him put in this much effort for any of his previous relationships but yn gets the full princess treatmentÂ
user6 anyone else see that arthur liked @/PastryManâs tweet about yn
â user7 okay but letâs not read too much into it. he could just appreciate the compliment fans are giving to his best friend instead of the usual hate people associated with drivers getÂ
â user8 also, he was likely highly intoxicated last night lol. pr training vanishes at that point
â user9 or, hear me out, like his brother and close friends are suggesting, heâs in love with ynÂ
user10 okay but proof or it didnât happen @/NoRizz. you wouldnât be the first one to spread gossip about driversÂ
â user11 okay, i take back my previous comment. i have since seen proof
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charles_leclerc letâs take a moment to appreciate my photography skills. (oh, and the fact that i am a genius and should not be doubted or ridiculed again) tagged: its_yn_ln, arthur_leclercÂ
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its_yn_ln insert âi am stupidâ charles radio here. even YOU think youâre stupid and like you said, we shouldnât argue with youÂ
â charles_leclerc i hate youÂ
â its_yn_ln okay but i distinctly remember you asking to be my maid of honour yesterday soâŠ? fake newsÂ
arthur_leclerc canât really boast about your photography skills when these are all grainy/blurryÂ
â charles_leclerc i hate youÂ
â arthur_leclerc you literally cried when you caught us sleeping
â its_yn_ln so loud that it woke us upÂ
â user12 he really is their #1 stan
francisca.cgomes the cutest coupleÂ
â pierregasly what about us?
â its_yn_ln you donât deserve her
â pierregasly what did i do?Â
â pierregasly you should be thanking us! if not for our torment, you and arthur never wouldâve been forced to confront your feelings
lilymhe tell that man to get his hands off my wife
â its_yn_ln look away! it was a moment of weaknessÂ
â arthur_leclerc sheâs loved me for 22 years. sheâs only known you for 5, back off
its_yn_ln bébé, why is your brother so obsessed with us?
â arthur_leclerc he has nothing better to do
â charles_leclerc merde, i thought sucking each otherâs faces would keep you too preoccupied to attack me
â arthur_leclerc never
â its_yn_ln well, maybe if you stopped taking pics of us when we did, weâd be more inclined toÂ
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Mr Steal Your Girl » Lando Norris ft. Charles LeClerc
summary: the little sister of the leclercâs catches plenty of attention, but what happens when she particularly catches the attention of a man in papaya
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ynleclerc: another week of travelling round the world pretending to be the most popular member of the leclerc family â€ïž
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username1: youâll always be the best leclerc sibling imo đ„°
username2: oh to be able to travel around with those three handsome faces
carlossainz55: lovely to see you y/n, same time next week?
ynleclerc: @/carlossainz55 you know charles wonât let me miss a race đ
username3: youâre the most popular leclerc to me!!
arthur_leclerc: are we just going to pretend I wasnât racing too? đ
ynleclerc: @/arthur_leclerc whatâs to say this is my only post about this weekend đ€
username4: you must be such a proud sister y/n!
landonorris: youâll be my favourite if you convince charles to let me win đ
username5: lando wtf
username6: is lando tryna impress a leclerc đ€Ż
charles_leclerc: you always manage to find the most flattering photos of me đâ€ïž
alexandrasaintmleux: donât tell charles but youâre secretly my number one đ€
ynleclerc/ @/alexandrasaintmleux secret is safe with me đ„°đ„ș
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ynleclerc: a few snippets of yet another week with my fave trio âșïž
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username7: I just want to be part of the family too đ
oscarpiastri: you seem to have forgotten your favourite brotherâŠ
ynleclerc: @/oscarpiastri dedicated post to my fave brother coming up đ
username8: itâs not fair for one family to have so many good genes
landonorris: you guys are a bit cute đž
ynleclerc: @/landonorris we try our best đ
username9: charles does not look like he wants to be part of these photos at all đđ
arthur_leclerc: number one spot belongs to me đ€
ynleclerc: @/arthur_leclerc whatever helps you sleep at night bro
username10: are we all just going to ignore lando in the comments again
username11: protective brother mode incomingâŠ
pierregasly: stop feeding all your brothersâ fans with these kinda photos y/n!!
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landonorris: thank you montreal for a lovely week, a wholesome week doing my favourite things đžđïž
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username12: isnât that the same emoji he posted on y/nâs post yesterday
username13: move the glass lando!!
alex_albon: something you want to tell me norris đ€
georgerussell63: well the last photo is a bit of a surprise huh
username14: soft boyfriend lando is back ladies and gentleman
username15: petition for a face reveal asap
ynleclerc: thatâs a big smile youâve got there âșïž
landonorris: @/ynleclerc I just seem to be around someone who makes me pretty happy right now
username16: @/charles_leclerc @/arthur_leclerc come get your sister pls
username17: donât say itâŠdonât say itâŠI think lando and y/n are dating
charles_leclerc: why are so many people sending me this post, whatâs going on here sir?
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ynleclerc: the best week with you! đđ„ș
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username18: more pretty pink flowers omg
arthur_leclerc: idk where in the world you are but I expect you back at my house asap
ynleclerc: @/arthur_leclerc im not a child anymore fyi đ
username19: no one can convince me that this isnât lando
username20: all the signs point to a certain tanned brit đ€Żđ€Żđ€Ż
charles_leclerc: is this how you tell your brother that youâre with a boy, I refuse to accept this until you let me tell whoever they are exactly what I expect of them
username21: @/charles_leclerc luckily for you youâll be seeing lando on thursday
oscarpiastri: I second what charles said, as your brother I expected better than this đĄ
ynleclerc: @/oscarpiastri donât you start as well
username22: if this is trueâŠthey might just be the cutest couple in the world
landonorris: đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș
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ynusername: I can be a mclaren girl for a weekâŠright? đïžđ§Ą
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landonorris: you can be a mclaren girl every week as far as Iâm concerned đ„°đ€©
ynleclerc: @/landonorris my brothers arenât happy that youâve stolen me just so you know
landonorris: @/ynleclerc just call me mr steal your girl đ„°
username23: patiently waiting for charles to appear
username24: donât tell your brothers, but papaya suits you more y/n đ§Ą
oscarpiastri: nice of you to come to the better team and support the better brother đ
username25: y/n avoiding the ferrari garage for the foreseeable
charles_leclerc: um noâŠyouâre a leclerc therefore you cheer for ferrari
ynleclerc: @/charles_leclerc I can support two teams, right?
charles_leclerc: @/ynleclerc no you cannot, why do you even want to support mclaren anyway?
ynleclerc: @/charles_leclerc I think you might no why đ
username26: charlesâ heart secretly breaking as his sister slips away
username27: preparing for lando to tease charles for the rest of his life
danielricciardo: youâre a brave girlâŠvery brave
arthur_leclerc: weâll be having words little sister
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landonorris: live footage of charles leclerc officially welcoming me to the family đđ
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arthur_leclerc: congrats on the podium finish landoâŠcharles might welcome you, but Iâm the tougher brother đ
landonorris: @/arthur_leclerc I already know that you adore me đ„ș
username28: you just know charles is giving lando the sternest warning of his life
username29: are we potentially seeing a new bromance??
ynleclerc: charles told me what he said to youâŠIâm so sorry đ
landonorris: @/charles_leclerc donât worry love, Iâll take the rant if it means being with you đ§Ą
username30: charles tryna act all protective when deep down heâs the soppiest brother ever
username31: canât wait to see endless interactions between lando and the leclercs
username32: @/username31 donât forget brother piastri too
charles_leclerc: youâve not got the seal of approval just yet norrisâŠđ
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ynusername: my brothers keep asking me what I see in landoâŠIâm hoping this post will shut them up âșïž
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charles_leclerc: nothing will ever make this make sense to me đ
alexandrasaintmleux: @/charles_leclerc thatâs not true, @/ynleclerc you shouldâve heard him gushing about lando last night
charles_leclerc: @/alexandrasaintmleux I thought you loved meâŠthat was between us đĄ
ynleclerc: @/alexandrasaintmleux I knew I could rely on you for the truth đ
username33: please just keep posting more and more boyfriend lando y/n
username34: thank you for feeding us fans what we want
alex_albon: well this is a little bit cute đ€©đ©·
landonorris: thank you for finding all my best angles đ„°đ§Ą
username35: how can anyone resist that smile??
arthur_leclerc: stop guilting us into public acceptance đ
ynleclerc: @/arthur_leclerc idk what youâre talking about đ
username36: the leclercs are officially my favourite family ever
oscarpiastri: if it counts for anything - I approve âșïž
ynleclerc: @/oscarpiastri fave brother đâ
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ynusername: a girl can have more than one favourite canât she â€ïžđ§Ą
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Push it
3k4 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist
Summary: you have a secret ârelationshipâ with Joel, your dad's best friend. You know you can't have more, but you canât resist the idea to provoke him a little
Warnings: 18+ mdni. Age gap (reader early 20s, Joel late 40s), Joel is a grumpy, possessive, jealous man, reader is a brat. Grinding, dry humping, oral (f/m), pussy slapping, spanking, degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, cum eating, squirting, piv, creampie
a/n: so, this is my first dbf!Joel fic. Thank you anon, for your ask â€ïž I hope you'll like it đ
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The fic is titled after âPush itâ by GarbageÂ
Joel was looking at you walking back and forth from the dining room and the kitchen, swaying your hips and teasing him in your short dress. And if your father had been paying any attention to him instead of the game on TV, he would have noticed the way Joel was biting his upper lip or rubbing his hands together. Joel was nervous, and the more nervous he got, the more you teased him.
âDamn brat,â Joel muttered under his breath.
âWhat?â your father asked.
âNothing,â he replied and then sighed. âJust said that player really sucks, thatâs all.â
âI think heâs hot,â you said cheerfully. âHow old is he?â
âA little too old for you to be interested, honey. Over 30 years old.â
You scoffed at your fatherâs words, and you were pretty sure you heard âjesusâ coming out of Joelâs mouth.
You spent the rest of the match pulling down your neckline to expose more of your cleavage or hiking your dress up your thighs. You were careful to do it in a way that your father wouldnât consider inappropriate if he ever looked at you at some point, but he was captivated by the game.Â
Your and Joelâs gazes met often and he gave you a few serious warning stares that you ignored shamelessly. You didnât even try to hide your satisfaction each time he had to readjust his jeans.
Once the match was over, you brought their empty beer bottles back to the kitchen, and Joel's firm hand closed around your arm as soon as you were there.
âThe hell you doinâ?â he grumbled.
âI don't know what you're talking about.â
âCut the crap, sweetheart,â he hissed through his teeth. âActing like a damn tease, makinâ me hard during the game? In front of your father, goddamn it! Could even see youâre wearing the black lingerie.â
âOoooh⊠yeah, your favorite. Too bad you made it very clear the last time you filled me up- we fuck just for fun, right? So let me have fun and act as I please in my father's house. And let go of me.â
But he squeezed harder. âKeep it down,â he growled. âAnd that ainât what I said.â
âWhatever. Next time you see me, I may be with my boyfriend.â
âWhat boyfriend?â His nostrils flared and you loved the sight.
âThe one Iâm probably gonna meet tonight, when I go out with my friends. The one whoâll appreciate my lingerie. Let go of me,â you repeated, yanking yourself free.
You headed towards the kitchen door, and after glancing behind, you saw him leaning against the counter. Annoyed, dark eyes, eyebrows furrowed, arm muscles stretching his black t-shirt. Irritation suited him well, he was even more handsome than usual. You tried to ignore the racing of your heart as you stepped back into the dining room.
âCan you help me with the internet at home?" he asked you in front of your father. âConnection ain't working.â
âIâm sorry, Joel, I canât right now. I have to get ready, Iâm going out tonight and my friends are picking me up in an hour.â
âJesus, your manners?!â your father replied as if you had said the most impolite thing in the world. âGo help Joel. Your friends can wait a few minutes.â
You rolled your eyes, careful so that only Joel could see you. He smirked in a way that was so feline that you felt yourself dripping. He walked out towards his house, not checking if you were following him. He knew you were.Â
Once home he sat down on his couch, resting his right arm on the backrest.
âWhat's the problem with the internet?â
âAin't got any problems. Come here,â he said, patting his thighs.
âWhat makes you think I wanna sit on your lap?â
âPussy's dripping. Can smell it from here.â
You rolled your eyes but you walked over to him and straddled him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. He grabbed your hips tightly and positioned you how he exactly wanted you, his stiff shaft in his jeans against your folds covered only by your black panties. Your eyes sparkled when you felt his manhood. His were fixed on yours. Full of confidence, the eyes of a mature man, aware of his power of seduction over you.
âStop being a brat and grind on me. I know you need it bad.â
You rolled your hips slowly, grinding against his hard cock. His hands firmly laid on your hips, but letting you lead the pace. His jeans almost hurt your inner thighs but you needed that friction against your soaked pussy. That sweet pain, the one that helps to feel better, like an itch that can be relieved only when you scratch it a little. He pulled your neckline down roughly, cupping your breasts in his palms before taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking it.
âJoelâŠ,â you whimpered.
âKeep humping me, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that. She needs it, uh?â
He took your nipple back in his mouth, licking and then nibbling on it lightly, pressing on your shoulders to feel you more.
âUse me. Use me to get off,â he said, the need in his voice showing you how much he loved feeling you rub yourself against him. You kept rolling your hips, moaning âJoel, JoelâŠ,â your whimpers getting louder and louder, until you breathed out âitâs good, so good, Iâm gonna come,â just before you came against him, whining into his neck, trembling. Your desire wetting your panties even more and flowing onto his jeans.
You let your forehead rest against him, panting into his skin that you kissed as he stroked your back, before you pulled back and faced his dark eyes.
âI wanna suck your cock,â you said, kneeling down and unzipping his jeans.
âYeah? Gonna help me with that after your little game? That's what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to get fuckinâ hard, while I couldn't do anything about it.â
You nodded, there was no more brat attitude left in you, just eagerness as you pulled his cock out gently, and watched his weeping, red tip. You licked your lips and spread the precum around his slit with your thumb. You sucked him the way he liked, lingering on his tip for a long time, licking, sucking. Each time, you wanted to give him the sloppiest head, so that he wouldnât think about anyone else. Wouldnât want anyone else.
When you took his length in your mouth, getting used to its thickness, pressing your tongue against his quivering skin, you felt him shiver. Until he pressed his cock against the back of your throat, and finally put his hands on your head. You loved feeling his underlying power, his pressure on your temples.
âDonât move,â he said in a low voice, his length buried in your hot throat. You felt his tip twitch. Finally he started to thrust, fucking your mouth and your throat, using you as a fuck hole.
The mouth of his best friendâs daughter. He didnât think about it anymore, when he was buried in one of your three holes. His remorse was forgotten. He didnât care what could happen next, where this relationship or whatever it was, would take both of you. Didn't think about the consequences anymore. Only your warmth, your tightness welcoming his cock, mattered.
His hands firmly gripping your head, he thrusted in, and began fucking your mouth relentlessly. From the first time heâd fucked you, you noticed how different he was from your previous boyfriends. He loved when you teased him. He loved being seated on his couch, manspreading, while you were dancing lasciviously in front of him, waiting for him to break and reach out to you. But sometimes, often, you were the one breaking first.Â
When you danced like that, his gaze was full of promise. Promise to fuck you so well youâd forget your own name when he was done with you.
Guys of your age didnât have that patience.
He loved to make you come several times before spilling his cum. Sometimes he made you come again after, with his tongue or fingers, leaving you breathless and cock dumb.Â
Your ex boyfriends usually didnât care.
But he cared.
You let him use your mouth, let him move your head back and forth. Let him bury himself in the back of your throat. You learned not to gag anymore, when he fucked it. He trained you to do it.Â
His hands froze on your temples, and you knew he was about to shoot hot ropes of cum that would hit the back of your throat.
âFuck, âm gonna come⊠swallow all of it, sweetheart. Like a good girl, just like I taught you.â
His cum spurted out, and drop by drop, you swallowed it all. Then you carefully cleaned his shaft, his tip, until he pulled out. He put his cock back in his pants, and zipped them.
âYou should go, youâre gonna be late.â
âDo you have something to tell me, Joel?â
âGood evening?â He sighed when he saw your eyes, a little blurry, and added âand keep those wet panties on. I want you to remember how you came humping me, while youâre out with your friends.â
You didnât try to meet his gaze when you heard his words, and you left.
Babe? Babe!â You heard your friendâs voice in the distance. You were so lost in your thoughts. Always the same. Joel.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â
You spread your hands in front of you, as if to mean you had no idea what she was talking about.
âWeâre supposed to have fun and you seem⊠somewhere else. Whatâs on your mind, babe?â
You answered that everything was fine, and tried to push Joel out of your thoughts. Joel who had told you that you werenât a couple, that you didnât have a relationship because your father, other people couldnât know. That this thing between you was a bonus that you were giving each other. But that there couldnât be more.
So when a guy of your age approached you and asked you to dance, you didnât say no. When he offered you a drink and asked if you wanted to join him in the bathroom of the bar, you didnât say no either. Sat on the bathroom sink, you let him eat you out.
And you only thought about Joel who always did it so perfectly, knew when to lick lightly, when to suck on your clit, knew how to fill you with two of his fingers. You had to think about him, the whole time that guy was eating you out. You had to think about Joelâs beard and mustache, scratching tenderly or roughly against your sensitive skin.
It was the only way for you to come.
When you left the bathroom, Joel was the first person you saw. Dark stare. Then darker than ever, when his gaze fell on the man who walked out of the room right after you. You froze before heading to your table, but he grabbed your arm before you sat down.Â
âIâm taking you back home. Now.â
âAre you mad? I come home whenever I want.â
âWow wow! Whatâs going on? Are you her dad?â Joel looked at this man whose name you didn't even know, from his full height, fists clenched. Joel looked at him as if he wanted to throw him to the ground, making him take a step back.
âNo I ainât her dad, luckily for youâ, he growled. He turned to you before adding âI said, now.â
You followed him, like a docile dog. Turned on by his jealousy and attitude.
âGet in the damn car,â he grumbled. He started driving, silent, hands clenching the wheel until his knuckles were white.
âJoelâŠâ
âDonât,â he rambled. âDonât say a word.â
You sank into the seat, waiting for him to drop you off at your place. But he pulled into his driveway.
âFollow me,â he said, without waiting for you.
When you joined him at his house, his hands were on his hips, his gaze turned towards the ground.
âYou fucked him?â he asked in a low voice.
âNo. No I didn't.â
âHe fucked you?â
âNo, damn⊠He didn't fuck me.â
âYeah?â He raised his eyebrows, in a way that was clear- he didn't believe a word you were telling him.
âYeah,â you confirmed.
âDon't lie to me. You got that âjust fuckedâ face.â
âDamn, I⊠He went down on me, that's all.â
âYou let him go down on you? On that pussy?â
If you didn't know him, his tone might have seemed detached. But you had known him for a long time, and the surprise mixed with jealousy didn't escape you. Actually, it was even more than a surprise. Almost a shock.
You even felt like he was holding back from saying âmy pussy.â But he had been clear about you two. Fun.
âWhy do you care? You donât want anything serious.â
âHe ate you with your wet panties on? He pushed them to the side?â You nodded shyly, almost embarrassed.
âFuck, come here,â he said, grabbing you by the hips before pulling you back towards the couch, your feet dragging in an attempt to keep up with his pace.
He pushed you roughly to sit you down and knelt down in front of you. He pulled your dress up and practically ripped your panties off, and yanked your hips towards the edge of the couch.
âI think this pussy needs to remember who makes her come,â he growled, already pushing two fingers inside you. âYou're fucking soaked. You came in his damn mouth?â
âYes I⊠Fuck, Joel!â He was fingering your pussy quickly, as if he wanted to remove any memory of any man other than himself.
âWas he good at it?â
âYeah, he was perfect. Made me come so quickly.â
He slapped your swollen clit and you whined, tears at the corner of your eyes.
âI said, don't lie to me,â he spat at you, stopping his fingers deep inside your pussy.
You lowered your head before answering.
âNo, he wasn't good at it. Had to think about someone else to come. Had to think about you,â you whined. âStop being mean to me, I didn't do anything wrong!â
âI need to remind you how this cunt needs to be eaten. Like the damn slut she belongs to.â
This wasn't the first time he'd degraded you. He'd noticed early on how receptive you were to it. And the way your pussy squeezed his fingers couldn't hide it, once again.
He settled between your thighs, lapping at your cunt still soaked with another manâs saliva, your pleasure and your desire for Joel.
He dove in like it was his last meal on earth, lapping, sucking, mixing his saliva with someone else's and he didn't care. Your hands tangled in his curls. Your orgasm was building and Joel stopped just before you exploded on his fingers and tongue.
âNo Joel! Please, why did you stop?â
âI don't want another tongue on this cunt. Ya hear me?â
âBut you saidâŠâ He slapped your clit again, making you whimper.
âRepeat it.â
âI⊠fuck, Joel! Jesus⊠You don't want another tongue on this cunt.â
âIf I see you with anyone else again, if I hear about you with anyone else, Iâll spank you so hard you wonât be able to sit down for days.â
Your pussy clenched around his fingers without you being able to control your body.
âJesus Christ, you fuckinâ like it? You want to get punished over my knee like the dirty little brat you are?â
âI⊠no, I⊠fuckâŠâ
âPussy's drooling even more. UnbelievableâŠâ He started to finger you again, slowly, and placed his thumb on your swollen and sensitive clit, making you whimper. âYou were a good girl, with proper manners. And now⊠can't think straight since you took my fat cock, right?â
âI'm⊠fuck. I'm a good girl.â
âReally?â he smirked darkly. âGood girls donât get their pussy eaten by a stranger in a damn bar.â He leaned down and licked a long stripe from your hole already filled with his fingers to your clit, before stopping again cruelly. âGood girls donât make their man jealous,â he added before diving between your thighs, fingering you fast and so hard that his knuckles tapped against your entrance. His tongue focused on your clit, swirling around it perfectly.Â
âMy⊠my man?â
He didn't answer, growling from the depths of your thighs, making you squirm on his fingers as he fingered you hard, until jets spurted out suddenly and wetted his face.
âFuck yeah! thatâs a good girl, squirting on my face, jesus, sweetheartâŠâ
You were completely gone, not realizing that you were cumming on his fingers still buried inside you, until he replaced them with his tongue. He drank everything you gave him, greedy, eager. You kept squirming but his strong grip kept you seated on the couch.
When your jolts stopped, he grabbed your arm to lift you up and bent you over the dining room table. His hand tightened on the back of your neck, and he unzipped his jeans, lowering them mid-thigh with the other one, before sinking into you in one go, grunting like an animal.
He buried his fingers in the flesh of your hip, pumping into you. Hard, deep thrusts, growling âtake it, just like that,â and you could only take it. Letting him feed on your needy pussy, on your low moans that he could barely hear, fucking you so hard that you were almost speechless except for the whimpers.
âFuck, youâre taking me so good.â He kept thrusting in, filling you like only he knew how.
âHarder, Joel. Harder, please,â you begged.
âJesusâŠâ
Clinging to the edge of the table, you tried to remain as still as possible despite his roughness that threw you forward with every thrust.
âSay my nameâ, he said in a needy voice. You didnât hear him and he scoffed. âToo cock dumb to even hear me,â he growled before spanking your ass, hard, making you squeal.
âJoel!!!â
âOh, youâre back? I said, say my fucking name.â
âJ⊠JoelâŠâ
âThatâs right. Whose pussy is this?â
âYours.â
A second spank landed on your already red skin.
âSay it again.â
âDamn, Joel?! Your pussy⊠my pussyâs yours, damnitâŠâ
A third spank, even harder than the other ones. âJoel, what the fuck??â you whined.
âSqueezinâ me so tight, each time I spank you⊠donât pretend you donât like it, dirty fucking girl.â
You didn't answer. He was right, you liked it. He knew it and you knew it. You liked his strength, you liked that he used you. You liked being his.
âIâm gonna come. Gonna fill you up, fuck!â
He shot his cum deep in your pussy and didn't stop thrusting, pumping you full until you milked his cock.
Your hand against the wood of the table, you were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath as his heavy body pressed against yours.
âYou said it was just for fun⊠What happened?â you murmured.
âAinât what I said. I said, your father can't know. The neighbors, your friends, can't know. But you⊠you gotta know. I don't share. Got it?â
âYeah⊠got it.â
You smiled, feeling his breath against your neck, and his hand tightening on yours, on the wood of the table.
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I would love to see more of badass reader x Spencer, but maybe reader gets hurt on a case (like a concussion or something) and only wants Spencer and we get to see more of readerâs soft spot for Spencer. Idk if that made sense or if thatâs anything youâd be interested in writing. Love reading whatever you write!đ
thank you for your request and for reading babe!! âyour singular soft spot for spencer rises to the surface when you get hurt in the field. fem!reader, 1.1k
Emily's foot tap tap taps hospital linoleum. The nurses are getting worried about you âyour CAT scans are fine, but you're lethargic. Mildly concussed with moderate symptoms, you winced at the lights, told Emily to turn them off, and haven't said much since.Â
She frowns. It's not nice to see someone who's usually so closed-off openly pained. "You okay?" she asks.Â
"I wanna see Spence," you murmur.Â
Emily nods slowly. She's had this conversation with you already. You have a spot of amnesia, nothing to worry about, decidedly temporary.Â
"Why hasn't he come to see me?" you ask. Your voice trips and tumbles, your eyes glowing with a glassy sheen. "I thought he'd come to⊠make sure I was okay. But he doesn't want to see me."Â
"Spencer's on the way here. He was an hour away with Hotch, remember? They're on their way."Â
You twitch like a displeased cat under your sheets and turn away from her, sniffling weakly. Your shoulders heave with slow tears. Emily gets up to rub your back but thinks better of it when you stiffen. She doesn't understand how you function, doesn't know what it is about Spencer alone that you can be vulnerable with him and not the others, but she won't judge you for it. She just wishes there was more she could do.Â
It's an untold amount of time between your tears and Spencer's awaited arrival. You're worse than lethargic, depressed, hand lax behind your back and unresponsive to the sound of the door.Â
"She's asleep?" he mouths. His hair is limp either side of his face, flattened by anxious hands.Â
"Upset," she mouths back through a frown, drawing a tear down her cheek with her pinky finger.Â
He doesn't give Emily a second glance after that.Â
"Hey," he says softly, rounding your hospital bed, touching the tips of his fingers to your hip and drawing a gentle line up your side. His head dips down, bending at the waist to see you better in the dim lighting. "Hey, what's wrong?"
You make a small keening sound from the back of your throat. It's so cleaving that Emily wants to leave, so painful that she wants to stay. You're her friend too. Emily cares about you, even when it hurts to do so.
"I don't feel like me," you say.Â
Spencer doesn't shy away either. His expression is open, reassuring as he pops into a semi squat that can't be comfortable. His hand closes around your arm, thumb feeling the naked skin there sweetly. "It's normal to feel confused after a head injury. I promise it won't last."Â
"I don't feel well," you say, small, like a scared kid.Â
"I know."Â
You reach for him. Emily knows Derek would never believe it, your hands stretched out almost desperately, the pleading noise yanked from between teeth normally gritted. Spencer wraps long arms around you with the ease of someone who's done it before, maybe exactly like this.Â
"It's okay," he says. He's speaking with pep he doesn't feel. Emily can see he's stressed in the high pinch of his shoulders, but he's putting on a show for you. "You don't have to be scared. It's okay."Â
The perpetual line carved between Hotch's brows seems deeper as he enters the room. Neither of you look up, your back loosening under the lazy back and forth of Spencer's hand.Â
"Concerning, right?" Emily asks.Â
Hotch ignores her, but not for lack of agreement. "What do her observations say?"Â
"Mild to moderate head injury, post-concussion amnesia, fractured index and middle finger on her left hand."Â
"Where are her clothes?" he asks.Â
"They can't check her out until she gets her fingers cast and all she brought in her go bag was slacks."Â
"I'll get her some pyjamas," Hotch says.Â
Emily's not sure what's funnier, the idea of you in pyjamas, the image of Hotch choosing a pair, or the word pyjamas in his stoic murmur. He lingers to make sure you're okay, his eyes tracking the tremble of your arms as Spencer talks too low to hear in your ear, having sat down on the bed and curled himself around you protectively.Â
You moan something sad and Spencer laughs, your hospital gown crinkling as he massages the top of your shoulder. "Why would you say that?" he asks lightly. "You think you know better than me? Really?"Â
"Of course not," you say. If it were anyone else, you'd have knocked them off the bed already.Â
"I don't remember you having an eidetic memory," he furthers.Â
You actually manage to laugh for the first time since your initial injury. "I don't remember anything right now," you say.Â
Emily leans over to Hotch. "You know, when we first came in, I suggested to the nurse that she might have amnesia because she kept asking me where she was, and she looked me dead in the eye and said, well, good thing you're not a nurse."Â
Hotch scoffs a laugh. "It's a little surprising even now. Seeing them together, you'd never think it."Â
"Think what?" Emily asks, fond rather than judgemental. "That she's as emotional as a China teacup?"Â
"I'll remember for both of us," Spencer murmurs, stroking your face. "Okay? So calm down."Â
Derek once told you to calm down and felt the cold of your icy attitude for a ragged week. Spencer says it and you take a visible deep breath, your head laying back in your pillows, his hand quick to cup the side of your neck. "Okay," you say quietly.Â
"It's not just that," Hotch says, failing to explain further.Â
He doesn't have to. Emily knows what he means. You can be snippy, aloof, unfriendly. But it's not just your softening that's surprising, it's Spencer's growing confidence. The ease with which he handles you, hands unabashed in their comforting.Â
"Want me to find you something to wear?" Spencer asks.Â
"We got it," Hotch interrupts. "Take it easy, Y/N. Rest."Â
You nod obediently. He and Emily leave, hearing a last snippet of conversation as the heavy door closes behind them.Â
"You wanna sign my cast, when they do it?" you ask hopefully.Â
"Are you kidding? I'd love to. I've always wanted to sign someone's cast, and it's good for your morale."Â
"Will they be in a cast long, do you think?"Â
"They should be healed in about six to eight weeks, but you may not regain full strength for another two months afterward. There have actually been studiesâŠ"Â
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a/n: The premiere look was a literal gift from the Gods, truly fantastic stuff. With that said, of course I had to work on the next chapter of The General and his Girlwife. This isn't the end for them, there is still so much life for them and I have a whole inbox full of amazing asks (I promise I haven't forgotten about them!) to get through, and I always welcome any and all comments and questions or deep dives! Hope you enjoy đxo
Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, Marcus eats pussy because he's a KING, lactation kink, creampie, Marcus gets emotional, pregnancy and baby stuff, childbirth and some graphic descriptions of pain, talks of infertility, **FEELINGS** let me know if I missed any!
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Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader
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The ritual had been completed, and a week laterâlife had gone back to normal. The two of you had vowed to put it out of your mind until the Gods made their intentions for you clear.Â
Marcus, however, was leaving; he'd been called on by the Emperor for a tour, and he had no choice but to accept.
You pouted, and he smiled.Â
âIt is only for a short time, my love. Barely a moon's turn and I will be back in this house, and your arms.â He smiled despite your obvious displeasure, giddy with the way you clutched so greedily at him.Â
âI wish to follow you Marcus, I do not wish to stay here without you.â You buried your face into his neck, taking in his comforting scent greedily. Your nails dug into his shoulders, holding him close while his own wrapped tightly around your waist.Â
âAnd I wish nothing more than for you to be with me, but you cannot. It is not a place for women and I would not have my beautiful,â his hands cupped your cheeks, pressing kisses to your mouth between words, âlovely, tempting wife there pulling at my attention, as well as that of the bolder men in my company.â
You sigh, knowing he would not change his mind.Â
âVery well. I will content myself alone.â Your tone made him laugh, and you smiled into his skin, well aware that you sounded more akin to an unruly child than a grown, married woman.Â
âYou are spoiled, terribly misbehaved and spoiled.â His hands slipped down and grabbed at your backside, âand it is entirely my fault.âÂ
âYes it is.â You jut your chin out and he pressed a kiss to it. âWhen do you leave?âÂ
âPreparations are being made and I depart in three days time.â He pressed another kiss to the back of your hand, smiling as he led you to sit with him. âOnce I am back, I shall plan something for us. How does that sound?âÂ
âAnd what shall you plan?âÂ
âWe could travel, we could go to the sea and take in the fresh air, we could do anything my love. Whatever makes you happy.â His eyes shone with the same love you felt in your very bones for him.Â
âI only need you for that.âÂ
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The intensity of the craving made you frown, pulling your attention from the task of refilling the cellars of your house. One minute you had been taking note of how much grain there was, how much olive oil and wine was in your stores and the next, the desire for figs and honey and fresh, ripe pomegranate was so strong it almost moved your feet towards the kitchens. You stopped yourself though, running through your mental tally of days since your last blood and willing yourself to stay calm.Â
âGirl, be a dear and fetch me figs and honey if you would.â You pat her hand softly, unable to stop yourself from softening the imagined blow of asking for something instead of fetching it yourself. Her eyes widened for a moment, before nodding.Â
âYes Domina.â She ran off, and you ignored the looks of the women who were helping you with your accounts.Â
âShall we call for a Medicus, Domina?â The eldest of them whispered in your ear, one who has always treated you with a softness that at times felt motherly, her work roughened hand landing soft on your shoulder. Nerves fluttered in your belly, a deep seeded fear threading through your very being as the memory of your loss filled your mind's eye so vividly it set your hands to shaking. But another emotion emerged, a fragile thing coloured with a hope so big it didnât fit within your body. Without Marcus, it was difficult to navigate the swirl of different feelings fighting for dominance.
âDomina, let me call for the Medicus.â Gently, she guided you to sit, silently dismissing the staff tending to you. âI think it best you rest while we wait, I shall have him brought here to look you over.âÂ
âYes, yes that is what we must do. Iâyes I should rest a while.â With a shaky breath you smiled a smile that did not reach your eyes, and headed towards your chamber.Â
When the medicus finally did arrive, the older woman held your hand, doing much to calm you in the absence of Marcus. Silently the man went about his business, checking and prodding and looking for the signs that you tentatively prayed were there.Â
When he raised his head and smiled with a nod, both you and the woman cried with joy.
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He was eager to step foot in his house, eager to be reunited with his heart.Â
His blessedly peaceful campaign had gone well, the Emperor was in good spirits and for the first time in years, there was peace. He couldnât wait to tell her how it had gone, couldnât wait to press his kisses upon her skin.Â
The house was surprisingly quiet when he finally arrived, the guards were hushed, his usual attendants were nowhere to be seen and his love was not where he thought heâd find her.Â
When he reached their shared room things were stranger still, the gauzy linens were drawn across the windows, blocking out most of the sunlight. Incense was burning, and for a moment he feared sheâd fallen ill while heâd been gone.
âMy love? What is the matter?â She reclined in their bed, propped up on a nest or pillows, and her face lit up to see him. She was glowing, a soft sheen shining on her brow and for a moment he thought it might be a fever but she looked well, she looked beautiful.Â
âI am well Marcus, truly.â She beckoned to him, arms outstretched and he all but ran to her side, sitting close to hold her hands. âWe have been blessed, my love, truly blessed.â Tears shone in her eyes, he frowned for a moment until she placed his hand on her belly, and then it felt like his heart would jump out of chest.Â
âYou are sure?â He brought his face to her womb, pressing his lips to it while trying not to fall apart with joy. âTruly?â
âIt has been confirmed, I am with child. You are to be a father, Marcus.â She shone with life, with vitality and was as beautiful as a Goddess, he couldnât handle the joy in his heart. He wept into her belly, thanking the Gods, and praying for the health of the love of his life, and the child inside her.
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Every single day of those first few weeks greeted you with fear.
Every free minute, every spare thought was filled with silent prayer, offerings were made to appease the Gods, you ate only the foods suggested by the Medicus. Marcus let you do nothing except rest, and take short, slow walks throughout the house. He was thorough with the instructions given to him, he rubbed the special oil onto the skin of your belly to help with the growth, he never left your side, he was gentle in all things.Â
Once you started to show, and the most dangerous period had passed, even you started to shed some of the fear. Hope, and joy filled the house and everyone shared in it. The women were eager to have a little one running around, Marcus grew more and more excited at the prospect and filled your house with things for the child. Toys and a special chair, robes and little tunics to dress them in.
âHave you thought of a name?â You asked him as he rubbed at your tired feet, easing the ache as your stomach seemed to grow before your very eyes.Â
âI have, but I havenât really given any option much thought. It is best to wait until the child is born I think. And you? Is there a name you favour?â
âWell, a boy would definitely be named Marcus after you.â You smiled, imagining a miniature of him.Â
âAnd for a girl?â
âWe could honour the Gods, name her Diana, I also think Aurelia is quite pretty, or Acacia and name her after her father.â Your smile grew, imagining a little darling with his soft waves, his square feet.
âFine choices.â He smiled, moving to the other foot and you sighed, soothed by his touch.Â
âI will pray for a boy, to carry your name and carry on your legacy.â He shook his head.
âGive me a clever girl with your eyes, and your smile and I shall be happier than any other man alive.â He pressed a kiss to your shin. Tears sprung to your eyes, it was happening a lot of late, the baby made your emotions run rampant, his sweetness didnât help.
âThere there my love, no tears.â He soothed with gentle tone, well aware of your sensitivity, yet still as patient and loving as always.Â
âI cannot help it, the joy is overwhelming, the love for you, for this little being is too much to fit inside me.â You held your belly, tears falling to dampen the skin of your chest. He moved to sit beside you, and gathered you into his arms, once again soothing you beyond words could explain.Â
âI understand, I have been so blessed in this life it is difficult not to dwell and fear the worst. Let us just enjoy our good fortune, no more tears, it pains me to see you cry.â He pressed his lips to your forehead and you nodded silently, throat aching with emotion.Â
With a tenderness that only made the ache stronger, he kissed the tear stains on your skin, smiling softly. When he got to your mouth, it was a reassuring press, a silent promise to you and to the life growing inside. It helped, but your mood, your appetites changed like the winds these days and the tears turned to desire for him so fast it made your head spin.Â
Your tongue breached his mouth, corrupting the softness of his kiss and pulling a groan from somewhere in his chest. His hand pressed softly to your womb, while his mouth claimed yours in the softness of your shared bed.Â
âMarcus-â It came out half moaned, half pleading.Â
âYes my love?â He breathed the words into the skin of your neck, his tongue mapping out the lines he liked to travel with his kisses, unsurprised at how quickly your passion for him was stirred with the child inside.
âDo you desire me? Do you wish for me to give you my cock?â Slowly, he exposed you, pulling the special tunic made to accommodate your belly off. The large swell, the heavy weight of your breasts, the swelling in your feetâall of the changes in your body had made you fear he would no longer find you desirable. Heâd been quick to correct that assumption however.Â
With your lip caught between your teeth, you nodded.Â
Carefully, he turned you on your side, supporting the weight of your belly with pillows and linens before divesting himself of his own layers. The sight of him, skin golden and cock hardening turned your cunt to liquid. He smiled at the open desire on your face, positioning himself so he straddled the thigh resting on the bed, while lifting and holding the other, lining himself up at the mouth of your cunt.Â
âAre you comfortable?â Your heart swelled for a moment, smiling at him before nodding.Â
He took himself in hand, stroking a few times to bring himself to full mast before finally sinking in to the hilt.Â
âSo wet.â He whispered almost to himself, eyes focused on the way your cunt swallowed his length whole, coating it in your arousal. âMy pretty little wife, with her pretty little cunt.â His fingers gripped at your thigh while he found his rhythm, angling himself to find the spotâ
You keened, gasping as he huffed out a satisfied laugh.Â
âThere it is, that is the spot, yes?â He focused, hitting it like a bullseye while you clutched at the linens, too blissed out to answer but it mattered not, he knew. Sweat beaded on his brow, the muscles in his arms gleamed in the low candlelight as he panted out his exertion. His beauty so obvious, so highlighted there as he loved you that it filled the little space in your belly not filled with his child with the beating of butterfly wings.Â
Your fingers reached out to him, needing to feel him surround you and he smiled, leaning forward to catch the tips of them with his lips while his hips moved faster. Your arousal pooled at the base of him, soaking the fine patch of hair between your legs, as well as the curls at the base of his cock.
With a crooked grin, he reached between your legs to swirl his thumb around your swollen clit and the climax is so close your legs start to tremble.Â
âDonât stop, please donât stop Marcusââ It was so close, building like a fire in your hips, spreading like lightning throughout your veins, dripping from where you were joined onto the linens of your bed. Your hand crept down, joining his to press his fingers closer, to guide his movements faster until you burst around him, squeezing him so tight he groaned and slowed his steady thrusting to a grind, his groin pressed tight. Your cunt fluttered around him, pleasure blooming and flooding your body like good, strong wine and it only intensified when he started moving again, chasing his own end while you floated on your cloud. It only took him a few thrusts before he filled you, fucking his seed deep.Â
His chest rose and fell with each rapid breath, smiling and laughing softly as he pulled himself out.
Your combined passion smeared against your hip when he surged forward to claim your mouth in a kiss. His big hand curled around the curve of your neck softly, such a contrast to how it gripped your thigh. It slid down, smooth as silk before squeezing at your breast.Â
âOh!â The warm drip shocked you, the milk beaded at your nipple before dripping down the valley between your breasts. The bigger shock though, was how quickly he chased it with his tongue. The arousal only flared again, sharp as a knife at the moan he let out. With an almost drunk expression, he wrapped his lips around the peak, and tasted your milk straight from the source.Â
âGood?â Your fingers threaded through his sweat-soaked waves, cradling him close while he drank deep. His expression was almost sheepish, almost ashamed when he pulled away.Â
âI do not know what has come over me,â He licked at the tip, staring at the other breast longingly, âI had to taste you, itâs so sweet.â He dipped his head again, drinking from the other breast, deep, strong pulls that only made the red hot coal of desire within you burn even brighter than before. When he pulled away he was breathing hard, shocked at his own reaction.Â
âDid I hurt you?â He licked at sensitive peaks again, filling your brain with a fog of lust so strong you could barely think.Â
âNo, not at all, it feels really good.â You pulled him closer, urging him to drink, while guiding his hand between your legs. With a knowing grin, he obeyed.Â
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You knew from the moment your eyes opened in the morning, that the baby would come. There was an ache, a pulsing, a violence to its movements within your womb. The child was as impatient to emerge, as you were to give birth and finally have it whole and healthy in your arms.Â
With a sigh, you tried to adjust yourself, smiling as Marcus pressed himself closer in his sleep, his big hand holding the swell.Â
âI think today is the day, hmm?â You whispered to your belly, it kicked hard enough to make you wince.Â
âGods above, I felt that one, this child will be strong.â He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, pulling another sigh from you. âHow are you feeling?â
âI think it will be today, it feels like the baby has moved lower.â You did your best to rise, groaning before he all but lifted you to sit upright.Â
âI will make the preparations, the midwife is ready and waiting for our summons.â He rose quickly, making you laugh with his urgency.
âPeace Marcus, it will not be right this second, but I do feel it mightl be today.â You stood, gingerly padding towards him, waving away his frown of concern. âWalking is good for me, it will help me with my labours.â He still frowned, meeting you halfway and squeezing you as tightly as he could without causing you pain.Â
âI will be with you, at your side the whole time.â There was a small tremble in his voice you did not recognize, a nervous aura about him that seemed to bolster you. How curious, you thought, that his moment of fear, is my moment of courage.Â
âThe midwife and her attendants will be there, most men wait until the child is bornââ
âI am not most men. I will be with you, holding your hand and wiping at your brow. This is a battle I cannot fight for you, but no one will keep me out of that room.â He pressed his face into your neck and you softened, his fear was justified. Many children did not survive their coming into the world, many mothers died alongside them. You said nothing, nodding softly as his fingers dug into your robes.Â
The sun made its way across the sky and as it did your pains grew stronger. Cramps painful enough to steal your breath would squeeze at you like a fist for a few minutes before releasing you. The midwife walked with you, she took note of how much time passed between each attack, readying the birthing stool as well as her oils, her sponges and enough water and linens to be able to tend to both you and the baby.Â
The sun was kissing the horizon when the water came, spilling all over your feet like a tidal wave and sending Marcus into a cold panic.Â
The midwife did her examinations while your body ripped itself in two. With barely contained screams, and sweat dripping down your brow you got into position, doing your best to focus on your breathing while Marcus kept his word, silently wiping at your brow, and letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you could.Â
âIt must be now, push.â The midwife and one of her girls were in place, moving your robes aside to have access and you did what you had to do. You pushed.Â
It was agony.Â
It was liquid fire burning its way through your body, this baby wasnât being born, it was clawing and tearing its way out of you.Â
Marcus whispered into your ear, encouragingly, lovingly, patiently guiding you to breathe, to not give up. He reminded you how strong you were, how loved and how soon it would be over. How could it be over soon? It felt as though this pain had been with you at your own birth, all of your life this pain has been here, it had to be. Hours, days? You could not tell how long it had been.
You cried, you begged for it to end, you willed it to be so; shouted and screamed that it hurt too much, that it was too hard and that you could not do it. You told them that the baby would not come, that you could not do this, you were not strong enough. You screamed that this would surely kill you, you would tear in two and die.
âYou will not die, you can do this, my love. Bear down, and push.â His gaze was steely, focused and firm and it filled you with courage.
With a sob and a scream you pushed, and pushed. You pushed so much you thought youâd burst and then pushed more still. Until finally, blessedly, the baby came out.
âYou have done it! You have done it my love, my beautiful, strong, courageous girl, you have done it!â Tears were in his eyes as he held onto your limp form, but he was not looking at you.Â
âWhy does the child not cry?â It felt like youâd drunk too much wine, the relief from the pain so great you would faint soon, yet still, silence. There was a lot of movement, a terrifying moment that seemed to stretch on for an eternity and despite Marcus all but carrying you and laying you back to rest, no one met your eye.Â
âAnswer me, Marcus, why does the baby not cry? Give it to me! Is it a boy? Is it a girl?â Tears flowed and fear swelled like bile crawling up your throat until a cry loud enough to hurt your ears sounded and the entire room breathed a collective sigh of relief.Â
âShe is a beautiful, healthy and whole baby girl.â Swaddled and screaming, the bundle was placed at your breast. Marcus sobbed, openly and loudly into your shoulder, his big hand covering her tiny head while you looked at her in awe. She had so much hair, such strong lungs, such a force that you laughed, still crying.Â
âYes my little love, I know, you fought so hard.â You pressed a kiss to her little brow, doing your best to soothe her.Â
She took to nursing your breast quickly, a good sign the midwife said and while she and her girls set everything to rights, you could focus on nothing but her. Her little hands clutched at you, taking a few greedy pulls before falling asleep, milk smeared all over her perfect face.Â
âShe is utterly perfect, she has your hands.â Marcus lay beside you, his gaze on her as though entranced.Â
âShe has your hunger.â You smiled, the euphoria eclipsing everything. It was so hard to stay awake though, the birth had taken so much out of you.Â
âGive her to me and rest. I will be here with you.â With gentle hands, he took her, managing to put her onto his chest without waking her and before heâd even fully settled, sleep had claimed you.Â
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She had fought, both of them had.Â
His girls had battled, fought tooth and nail and had come through victorious, though his love had paid a price. Sheâd bled, bled enough that it had frightened him, chilled him to the bone and when the midwife pulled him aside he already knew what she would say. There would be no more children, another birth might kill her.Â
He mourned the fact that his daughter would have no siblings, no other children to fill this house alongside her but his wife would live. That was all that mattered.Â
He watched her as she slept, glowing still, if a little wan, weakened by her labours but beautiful all the same. He could no longer imagine living this life without her, he could not see the joy in anything without her there beside him and now his daughter held the other half of his heart. She was the fruit of their union, she was the parts of them that would live on, the living embodiment of his good fortune and just the sight of her filled his eyes with tears.Â
He pressed his lips to her little brow, smiling at the furrow in them when he jostled her, so like her mother it made him cry all the harder.Â
This was all that mattered, his entire world was in this bed and he was loath to ever be separated from them again.
He didnât know which name to call her, theyâd never settled on anything. Acacia didnât seem right, how could he name her after himself when she so resembled her mother already? Aurelia, that was pretty, Diana too. He would wait though, let her have the last say. He basked in the glow of the candles, in the comfort of his wifeâs warm weight beside him, in the small weight at his chest and said another silent prayer in thanks.
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She was so big already, three whole months and her growth never ceased to amaze you. She still looked tiny in her fathers arms, his broadness compared to her small body always made you smile, especially because for her he was less the brutal Roman General, and more of a soft, lump of honey. She ruled him implicitly, her every cry, her every happy sound was the reason he breathed.
âMy love, I need to change her, those little robes are covered in milk.â There was no bite in your words, there could be no anger or annoyance in you at his adoration of her.
âYes, yes you are right, she must be changed.â He smiled, bringing her to you. She was tired, yawning and fussing, fighting off her midday slumber with a fierceness that made you laugh.Â
âYes yes I know Diana, one moment and then your father will rock you.â You cooed at her, making quick work of the change and taking the opportunity to wipe her down with a damp cloth before returning her where she slept the best, her fathers chest.
Once he took her and sat at his favoured chair, she was out, little fist curled under her chin. This was his favourite, and yours. Watching her sleep peacefully, safe and loved within your arms, or his.Â
âI never grow tired of studying her, already her little face is changing.â
He pressed his lips to her head, breathing in the clean, baby milk smell of her.Â
âShe will have your hair, already it curls when I wash it.â You thread your fingers through the fine wisps of it softly, smiling to imagine her older with curls flowing down her back.Â
âShe has your look, your look exactly. I am still in awe that we have created something so perfect.â His hand took yours and brought it to his lips, you bent to press yours to his forehead.Â
âAs am I, how blessed we are to have her, to have each other.âÂ
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When he slipped into bed, you pressed your fingers to your lips, eyes wide to warn him.
âShe is finally asleep, we must not wake her.â Your whisper was frantic, and he nodded.
âYes my lady, I will be silent as the grave.â He pulled you close, whispering in your ear before pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.Â
âSo long as you can keep your voice down when I love you.â His hands pawed at you but you were so tired, it was hard to reconcile the intense want for him, with the ache of the day settling heavy on your bones.Â
âMy love, my mind desires this, but my body is so tired.â You pouted at him, mildly upset to deny him.
âShall I use my mouth? You can lay back and relax, I can take care of youâmy lovely girl deserves pleasure, and rest.â He smiled, undeterred and you could not help but smile.Â
âAnd it does not bother you that I will just lay here? Most likely asleep before you have come up for air?â His grey waves were so soft when you raked your fingers through them.Â
âIt pleases me to please you, you are the mother of my child and the love of my life, I would do anything for you.â He kissed your fingers before spreading your legs wide with the breadth of his shoulders. âDo you wish for me to stop?â He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, and then the soft patch of hair at your mound, before kissing the lips of your sex.Â
âNo, I do not wish for you to stop.â You spread your legs a little wider and his smile grew bigger, letting a big glob of his own spit fall onto your sex before chasing it with his tongue.
He is focused, honed in with his gaze and with his tongue on your clit, flat wide licks from where your arousal drips up to the bundle of nerves and itâs like a spike of arousal pierced the very heart of you every time he swiped his tongue over it. Warm, wet and perfect, he swirled around it in time with your heartbeat, fanning the embers burning in your belly for him.Â
The fingers that softly scratched at his scalp, now curled into the waves holding him in place as you struggled to keep your mouth shut, but he made it so difficult. The ache building as his brow creased with concentration and his own excitement. His own hand crept down and grasped his cock, stroking at it in time with the delicious circuit of his tongue. That he gained so much pleasure from this only heightened your own, and soon the knot tightened.Â
Muscles clenched, all of your body a taut string waiting to snap with every pass, every strong lick. You pinched at a nipple, pulling his eyes up to find yours and he let out a low groan, the vibration of it pushed you over the edge with a silent gasp, and empty rhythmic clenches around nothing. He bestowed a final, filthy kiss to your overstimulated clit before moving quickly to get into position. With the shine of exertion glinting on his golden skin he knelt between your legs, pumping at himself furiously before silently, violently spilling onto your still fluttering sex. Hot, milky splashes of him covering it while he gripped at your thigh hard enough to bruise.
He caught his breath, smearing himself in his own mess between your legs past the point of discomfort. He was so beautiful like this, with the flush of passion lighting up his cheeks and his ears, spreading down his chest.Â
He smiled, winking at you before he grabbed the cloth from the basin and cleansing the mess he had made. You wanted to hold and be held by him, but by the time he was done, you were already asleep.
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What about Norris reader (17) and Oldie and Kimi Antonelli have a crush on her. Lando, ever the overprotectiv brother, doesn't like this and the other drivers use it to their advantage, because they find this really funny. Reader is just clueless and thinks the boys are really sweet to herâ„ïžâ„ïž
Wait, why do I ship these three??
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Two for one
The bustling energy of the Mexican Grand Prix electrified the air as Yn Norris wandered around the paddock, wide-eyed with excitement. Her older brother, Lando, had arranged for her to come along this weekend, and she was thrilled to be there. Being just seventeen, this was one of her first big Grand Prix weekends on her own, without her parents or siblings (except Lando) and she couldn't wait to soak it all in.
As she explored the paddock, she suddenly heard her name being called. Turning around, she found herself face-to-face with Kimi and Ollie, both of whom had driven in Free Practice 1 that day.
"Yn! Fancy running into you here," Ollie greeted with a wide grin.
Kimi smirked, giving her a casual wave. "So, what do you think of Mexico so far?"
Yn smiled brightly. "Itâs incredible! Iâm so happy Lando invited me."
"Oh, he invited you, did he?" Kimi asked with a sly grin, glancing over his shoulder as if expecting Lando to pop out of nowhere.
Yn laughed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, but heâs already being overprotective. He thinks I'm going to, like, get lost or something. I just wanted to go look around by myself, but he practically assigned me a bodyguard."
Kimi and Ollie exchanged amused looks. "Well, weâre here now. So, if you need someone to show you around or keep you company, I think we can handle that," Ollie offered.
"Yeah, youâre in good hands, Yn," Kimi added with a wink.
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A little later, Lando noticed Yn with Kimi and Ollie, and immediately, he felt his older brother senses tingling. He walked up to them with an exaggeratedly casual stride, hands stuffed in his pockets but eyes locked onto Kimi and Ollie.
"Hey, Yn," Lando greeted her, then quickly turned to Kimi and Ollie. "What are you guys up to?"
Ollie raised his hands defensively. "Just chatting with your sister, mate. Nothing serious."
Kimi chimed in, smirking slightly. "Yeah, just giving her some company. It canât be fun to wander around here alone."
Lando narrowed his eyes. "Well, sheâs not alone. Iâm here."
Yn rolled her eyes. "Lando, Iâm fine. You donât have to act like Iâm five."
"Yeah, Lando, sheâs fine," Ollie teased, nudging Landoâs arm. "Besides, it's not like Kimi and I are troublemakers."
Max, who had been watching from nearby, wandered over, grinning as he picked up on the situation. "Oh, looks like little Norris has some admirers."
"Yeah, careful, Lando," Checo joined in, laughing as he walked by. "You know, they say these drivers are charmers. Better keep a close eye on her, or she might run off with them to Yucatan."
Lando scowled, crossing his arms. "Thatâs not funny, guys."
Ollie looked at Yn, feigning a wistful expression. "Yucatan, huh? That could be fun."
Yn rolled her eyes again, laughing. "Ignore them, Ollie. Youâre all acting like children."
Kimi leaned closer to her. "Maybe. But you know, Yucatan does sound like a pretty great idea."
Lando stepped in between them, giving Kimi a warning look. "Donât even think about it, Antonelli."
Kimi laughed, but there was a hint of nervousness. As much as he enjoyed teasing Lando, he could feel Landoâs big-brother protectiveness radiating off him in waves. Still, he couldnât resist pushing a little.
"Relax, Lando," Kimi said, holding up his hands. "Weâre just here to make sure Yn has a good time."
"Under my supervision," Lando shot back, narrowing his eyes. He put an arm around Ynâs shoulder. "Youâre staying close to me for the rest of the weekend."
Yn groaned, but Landoâs resolve didnât waver.
---
The next day, Lando was more determined than ever to keep an eye on his sister. Every time Kimi or Ollie got close, heâd swoop in, leading her away or blocking their paths.
Eventually, Pierre caught onto the whole situation and couldnât resist chiming in. "You know, Lando, if you keep this up, youâre going to scare away all her potential boyfriends."
Lando shook his head, exasperated. "Thatâs the plan, Pierre."
Carlos joined the fun, laughing. "Be careful, Lando. Vegas is just around the corner. Blink, and she might end up running off with Kimi or Ollie. Maybe even both."
Ollie, who had overheard, grinned, raising his eyebrows at Yn. "What do you think, Yn? Should we book tickets?"
Yn chuckled. "Oh, please. Lando would probably have a heart attack before we even left the airport."
Lando glared at them. "Iâm serious. You two better not get any ideas, you stinky whankers."
Kimi shrugged, but his smirk didnât fade. "Relax, mate. Weâre just keeping her company."
Charles joined the group, looking thoroughly entertained. "I canât wait for Vegas now. If this is how Lando is in Mexico, Vegas will be legendary. Maybe weâll all get invited to Ynâs wedding."
Lando groaned, running a hand through his hair. "You all are impossible."
---
As the weekend progressed, Kimi and Ollie kept finding small ways to get Ynâs attention. Theyâd save her a seat, bring her snacks, and keep her laughing with stories and jokes. Each time, Lando was there, watching like a hawk.
At one point, Yn turned to him, exasperated. "Lando, seriously. Iâm just hanging out with friends. Can you please relax?"
"I am relaxed," Lando replied, not convincing anyone.
Yn shot him an annoyed look. "Youâre practically breathing down my neck."
Ollie leaned in, whispering, "Told you heâs overprotective."
Kimi chuckled. "Youâre handling it well, though."
Yn laughed, shaking her head. "I think itâs actually you two who are nervous around him."
Both Ollie and Kimi exchanged guilty looks, though they quickly covered it with their usual confident smiles. But every time Lando was around, they seemed to straighten up a little, wary of his watchful eyes.
---
On race day, things hit a peak. Kimi and Ollie had managed to catch Yn alone, and they were chatting animatedly about everything from their goals in racing to funny stories from the paddock. Yn was laughing, completely unaware of the fact that both boys were subtly vying for her attention.
But it didnât take long for Lando to find them, and he wasted no time inserting himself into the conversation.
"Hey, Yn, you ready to come to the garage?" he asked pointedly.
Yn glanced at Kimi and Ollie apologetically. "Duty calls, I guess."
Ollie gave Lando a pleading look. "Come on, Lando. Let her hang out with us for a bit longer."
Lando raised an eyebrow. "Why, so you two can keep flirting with her?"
Kimi flushed, stammering, "W-We werenâtâ"
Yn stared at him in surprise. "Flirting? Seriously, Lando? Weâre just friends."
"Exactly," Lando said, taking her by the arm. "And thatâs all youâre going to be."
Max and Charles, who had been watching the entire exchange, burst into laughter. Charles clapped Lando on the back. "Relax, Lando. Youâre acting like youâre her father."
Max nodded, grinning. "Good luck keeping her under control in Vegas. Donât be surprised if she elopes with one of them. Or both."
Lando scowled, his grip on Ynâs arm tightening slightly. "Not happening. Not on my watch."
Yn sighed, throwing Kimi and Ollie a helpless look as she was guided away. They exchanged amused, slightly nervous glances, but it was clear that they werenât about to give up. She blew them a kiss, which both Kimi and Ollie pretended to catch. Ollie put his "kiss" to his heart while Kimi put his on his cheek.
As Yn and Lando walked off, she glanced up at her brother, shaking her head. "You know, if you keep acting like this, no oneâs ever going to want to date me."
"Thatâs the point," Lando muttered under his breath.
Yn laughed. "Youâre ridiculous."
"And Iâm your older brother," he replied, smirking. "Get used to it."
Behind them, Kimi and Ollie shared a look, nodding in silent agreement. Theyâd have to work harder to get Ynâs attention without incurring the wrath of overprotective older brother Lando. But they werenât about to give up. After all, Vegas was coming up soon, and as much as Lando hated to hear it, the weekend held endless possibilities.
#formula 1#formula 1 x reader#lando norris x reader#lando norris x sister!reader#ollie bearman x reader#kimi antonelli x reader#norris!reader#charles leclerc x reader#max verstappen x reader#carlos sainz x reader#pierre gasly x reader#f1 x reader#xoxo babygirl đ
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Sweetest Win
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Baker YouTuber! Reader
Summary: Youâre a baker youtuber who does vlogs on the side your friend convinces you to come to the paddock
Warnings: not proof read
Notes: First smau!! Hope you guys enjoy! Requests are open and comment or reblog if you liked it :D
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Yourusername last cooking video before we go on vlog break! Iâm so glad to say weâll be on some new adventures this year! đ
yourfriend this is going to be so funđ
user72 the checkered flag???
throughgoeshamilton are you guys thinking what Iâm thinking?
f1fan my worlds are colliding
candyman mother is mothering
user12 oh to be fed by y/n
user199 whyâs this so real?
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Yourusername Made it to the paddock? I brought some snacks for the drivers (not quite sure if they can eat them though)
user26 SHES IN BELGIUM SHES IN BELGIUM
yourfriend The muffins were great!
yourusername you ate like half of themđ
yourfriend they were, good what can I say?
user83 Arianna what are you doing here? (max)
user44 ohhhh he lurkin
user12 I smell love
user44 go back to bed grandma
user27 I want those muffins so badđ€€
Danielricciardo Can you make me more muffins?
yourusername of course Dannyâš
Danielricciardo yay! đ
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Text messages!
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user83 IS THAT MAX VERSTAPPEN I SEE!?!?!
user 12 nurse shes out again
user83 CAN YOU LET ME DREAM?
Danielricciardo I need an arm like that
user65 heâs so messyđ
user82 itâs the instigation for me
yourfriend didnt even take me along how rude
landonoriss ill take you
yourfriend đ
user1 WHAT.
user03 SO WE'RE JUST GOING TO IGNORE THIS???
f1fan max still lurking in those likes i see
user76 ikr
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Maxverstappen1 It's good to be back in my hometown
user83 I CANT be the only one seeing it
user11 please go take your pills
danielricciardo the sneak in second picture
user44 WHAT IM SAYIN
user67 not Daniel throwing Max under the bus đđđ
user8 welcome back max!!
user93 he looks so fine in that first pic
Danielricciardo hey I know that hand!
user74 DANNY PLEASEđđđ
user37 IM ACTUALLY CRYING
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Twitter!
user83 i could almost be surprised
happytail it looks like hes bagged a baddie i fear
mollytwin that shouldve been me
parkedcar well theres always charles
user02 who even is she bruh
maxineupd probably that y/n girl
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Yourusername It's nice to have someone else to the baking for once <3
user78 the soft launching from these two
user43 pov half the grid is in the likes
maxverstappen1 baking isn't as easy as you make it look
yourusername well i could have told you that
maxverstappen1 teach me again sometime?
yourusername of course <3
user83 MY PARENTS
user12 not her making him do things for her
user67 please go touch some grass
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Maxverstappen1 Sweetest home race win thanks to my lucky charm
yourusername congrats lieverd, im so proud of you â€ïžâ€ïž
maxverstappen1 couldnt have done it without you knapperd
user02 them calling each other dutch endearments is my new roman empire
Danielricciardo congrats love birds đ„ł
user83 AND THEY ALL SAID I WAS CRAZY
user12 and you still are (just happen to be correct)
yourfriend you better treat her right Verstappen
maxverstappen1 đ«Ą
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Yourusername i guess things are sweeter with you
maxverstappen1 nothing can be as sweet as you liefde
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landonorris @.yourfriend are you going to make me sweets too?
yourfriend keep dreaming Norris đ
user01 are we seriously just going to keep glazing over this??
user33 to be her right now
user56 oh to be her right now
Danielricciardo Iâm invited to the double dates right?
yourusername of course Danny, canât forget our wingman
user93 the way heâd been hinting since the beginning
#f1#f1 fanfic#fanfic#formula 1#f1 smau#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen#max verstappen smau#lando norris
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Sex, Smut, & Scuttlebutt
Lately I've seen a growing number of virgins, "new-cummers", and even seasoned sex vets voicing their concerns or frustrations with the unrealistic portrayal of sex within smut. Adult fictions are so fun to read and write and even more fun to act out in real life (with a trusted partner), but they are fiction. Quite often exaggeratedly so and in no way representative of what really goes on behind closed doors, or open (you do you babes).
Nevertheless these concerns and frustrations are real, they are valid, and they deserve to be acknowledged. And so, without further ado, I present to you the very real, very raw, and sometimes very unsexy side of sex.
(Though tbh nothing Ryomen Sukuna does could ever be categorized as 'unsexy')
Love to you all, no matter your experience đ
Pairings | Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Higuruma, Toji, and of course Sukuna đ
Content | mdni, smut, fem!reader x jjk men, piv, oral (both f-to-m and vice versa), pubes, blood, sex on period, first time, Toji eats a worm. It's fine. Don't worry about it.
Word Count | 3.3k
Gojo:
White Hair...Everywhere
You've been ignoring it for a while now. Well...trying to anyway. The faint tickle on the back of your tongue has grown into a sharp pinprick that jabs at your throat with each bob of your head. It's uncomfortable, it's distracting, and worst of all it is threatening to trigger your gag reflex.
Gojo gasps and whimpers, long fingers running through your hair, pulling you toward him as he edges closer to his climax. It's all you can do to focus on the task at hand when his sudden thrusts render the job impossible. You gag and sputter against the source of your irritation, eyes streaming as you pull away from his hungry cock.Â
Confusion and poorly concealed dissapointment in his words of longing barely register as you wretch, two of your own fingers stuffed to the back of your throat.Â
You turn to meet his eyes with yours still streaming as you reveal the cause for disruption. With your middle and index finger you pull a long, coiled, pure white hair from deep within your throat.Â
"I think this belongs to you," you tease, wiping drool from your chin and flicking the stray pube his direction.
"Oof. My bad," he squirms, one hand sheepishly rubbing against his undercut.Â
"Shall we resume?" You offer with a playful smile, making a show of patting away his snowy bristles before taking his twitching length back into your mouth.
"Phewww!" He whistled. "I thought for a second sexy time was over!"
"It wiw be ith you don' shu-up," you mocked, mouth full and voice muffled. You reached a hand around to give one of his ass cheeks an impish squeaze for good measure. Gojo laughed playfully before falling back into a steady rythm of whines and whimpers.
Geto:
Welcome to the Jungle
Unwaivering confidence was one of the things you loved so much about Suguru Geto. On a scale of 1-10 his sex appeal was an 11 and you were about to find out for yourself exactly why he was so damn self-assured.
You, on the other hand, couldn't help but obsess over all your flaws and imperfections. Your outfits, those stretch marks, and was that =sniff, sniff= body odor??Â
But this was not the time to get lost in insecurity because you were perched pretty as a peach on his apartment sofa while Suguru stood, hastening to undo his belt, never once relinquishing that calm and cocky smile.
You gazed at him loftily, cheeks growing flushed, heart pounding in your ears. Your groin ached with longing as he stripped down to plain black boxer briefs and reached forward to help you down to bra and panties. Nerves and excitement churned in your core creating a volitile compound that set your heart ablaze. It was all too good to be real.
Finally, he guided your hands toward his own hips, placing them on the hem of his boxers, inviting you to remove his final garment.
Your brain buzzed with electric anticipation as you pulled downward, revealing that which, until this moment, you had only imagined.Â
And there it was.Â
And there you were.
Your buzzing brain cutting to standby as static filled your senses and every decision you'd ever made leading to this exact point in time sent you into a hurling spiral of doubt and regret.
Because Geto had shaved.
And you had not.Â
Not now...not ever. Frankly, it hadn't even occured to you before.Â
Insecurities came flooding in causing you to lose yourself entirely until the gentle touch of his strong hand on your pantyline dragged you forcefully back to your grim reality.
"NO!" You shrieked, pulling frantically from his reach.Â
"Oh! Have I hurt you?" He asked with concern as you wished with every fibre of your being for a quick and painless death.Â
"It's just...you're so pretty," you breathed, lip almost trembling as you spoke.
"I'm glad you think so," he said, cocky little smile returning to his perfect playboy face.
"And I'm...well..." you slipped off your own panties awkwardly, revealing a lush and uncut jungle, knowing you were already past the point of no return.
"You're.....?" Suguru prompted.
"I'm...you know...this!" You gestured to your unkempt garden.
"You're...female?" He finished, confused.
"NO!" He was missing the point. "I'm a gross unshaven mess! And you're...what? The centerfold of next month's Playgirl?"
Geto laughed, much louder than you expected, snorting as he did so. "That's what you're worried about??"
"That and a million other things...yeah!" You sulked, tears brimming your lashes as you slumped, defeated against the sofa.
"Come here," he said, pulling you close, forgetting entirely about his unclothed state. "I think you're sexy just the way you are. And, if I'm being honest, shaving is a real pain in the ass anyway."
Giggling to yourself, you watched as his impressive length grew soft and diminished as his arousal shifted to concern for you.Â
"Hey!" He objected, throwing a pillow over his lap. "He was just worried about you, give him a minute," he teased.
Both of you laughed as you snuggled on the couch together, sharing doubts and insecurities, reassuring one another, and settling in for a long night. One full of love making that was sure to be genuine, sometimes awkward, but far better than any magazine.
Nanami:
Corporate Cock Block
Nanami was pent up. Not only had he been called on a particularly large number of missions this week, he'd been forced into overtime nearly every day. Now that he was home, he was desperately looking forward to nothing more than dissolving in your arms and seeing where the night might take you both.
Needless to say, he was more than thrilled when you suggested skipping dinner and going straight for dessert. That's right. You were pretty pent up yourself. And who was he to deny his pretty and incredibly patient wife what she needed?
"Thank you-hah-for being so-mhh-understanding this-hahhh-week", he breathed through passionate kisses, slipping off his suspenders and tossing his goggles to the side.
Movements punctuated by more steamy kisses, you helped him take off his tie and belt while he worked his fingers up and under your shirt to skillfully unsnap your bra.
He backed you down the hall and together you fell onto the bed, both panting in excitement as clothing fell hastily to the floor.
Just then, the phone rang. His phone. Illuminated harshly against the evening's fading light revealing none other than Satoru Gojo as the caller. Nanami went rigid.
"Hun," you said softly, "it's okay if you need to-"
"No." He asserted, cutting you off. "He's had enough of my time. I'm off the clock and I'm spending this evening with my wife."
The seriousness in his tone was all you needed to know it was case closed, so as he let it go to voicemail, the two of you resumed your game of lips and hands.
Time passed, Nanami was absolutely aching for you, and you were practically trembling in anticipation. As he lined himself up, you closed your eyes ready to melt at the feeling of him entering your throbbing core. And that's when it happened. Again. The name "Satoru Gojo" shone through the darkness as Nanami's phone lit up your room.
"I'm going to kill him," Nanami said calmly, head hanging in frustration as he imagined all the ways he could cleave his obnoxious coworker in a perfect 7:3 ratio.
"Kento..." you whispered, bringing him back to reality. "I really don't mind if you need to-"
"Absolutely not! This is our time. You and me."
"But what if he needs-"
"There is nothing he could need from me that is more important than what's right in front of me," voice dripping with sincerity.
"I love you, Ken."
"I love you too. Truly," he replied. "Shall we?"
Picking up where you left off, he gave himself a few quick strokes before plunging deep into your core. Tension and relief unraveling as he worked his strong hips passionately between your shaking legs.
***
As the love making continued, a new tension was building within both of you and Nanami could feel himself reaching his climax, breaths coming sharp and shallow as he felt his nearing release.
"Im so close," He breathed.
"Me too, baby," you gasped.
And then...
=RINGGGGGG=
Nanami cracked.
Snapping up his phone while pounding the ever-loving life out of you, you heard his voice loud and hostile as he snarled into the speaker.
"Satoru Gojo, so help me God I have half a mind to cut you down where you stand. Do you know how long I've waited to FUCK my WIFE?! How many nights this week I had to give up SEX with HER just to follow your sorry ass around chasing curses and cleaning up the FILTH of this city?! I was about to give her one SPECIAL GRADE, MIND-BLOWING ORGASM before you-" he stopped thrusting, blood draining from his face, feral sneer dropping into a hollowed out look of utter humilation.
"Principal Yaga I- of course, sir, I'm so sorry...Yes..yes..right away. I understand. Again, I'm so- no of course not. I appreciate your discretion...I'll see you soon...bye."
Your eyes widened in horror as you listened to his conversation, unsure which end was worse.
"I..uh...I have to go. I'm needed at the school," he muttered sheepishly, unable to meet your shocked gaze.
"Yeah, I gathered that," you said with a nervous laugh.
You helped him get dressed, giving him a tight hug and wiping the beading sweat off his brow as he stumbled back out the door.
"Kento!" You called as he headed in the direction of the school. He turned to look at you, defeat written in his tired features. "Come home safe, okay?"
"Of course, love," he rasped, weakly.
"You still owe me that 'special grade, mind-blowing orgasm'," you teased with a wink.
Shaking his head, you heard him laugh as he hurried toward his next mission.
Higuruma:
Erection Overruled!
Hiromi's long week has finally drawn to an end and as your tired and more-than-likely dishevelled man makes his way home to slump into his favorite chair and fall asleep, you want to make sure he gets to finish the week out properly. You've spent the afternoon hard at work yourself, cleaning up, picking just the right music, and slinking in to that silky little black robe you know he loves slipping you out of.
The mood is set, candles are lit, and as if on cue Higuruma stumbles in through the front door, dropping his briefcase, and sagging languidly into his favorite chair. You approach from behind, running fingers through his dark and unkempt hair, tipping his head back with a provocative "Welcome home," allowing him to savor the view.
Experience tells him there's not a thing beneath that robe and his eyes grow wide and hungry as he scrambles to his knees, facing backward in his chair to take you in. He burries his nose against you as he presses passionate kisses to your collarbones, moving to nip at your neck, trailing his tongue upward and landing just below your earlobe before whispering , "I've waited all week for this."
One very steamy makeout session later, you find yourselves in the bedroom, working quickly to remove each other's clothing, air thick with ravenous longing. But as you slip him out of his trousers taking his not even half-hard cock into your loving hands, things start to feel a bit off.
Nothing a few good strokes can't fix, you think to yourself, stealing a downward glance at his would-be errection-Â flaccid, but hopeful.
~
Some time later there's still little change in terms of rigidity and you notice the exhaustion building behind his determined features. Knowing his pride is at stake, you start to wonder if it might just be best to let your tired man rest and resume love making another time. Opting for a mix of tact and humor, you make the judgement call.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I move to postpone today's proceedings until the defendant can get some well-deserved and very much needed rest."
Hiromi's eyes snap open. "Objection!" He barks automatically, surprising himself.
"Overruled!" You reply, tapping his tip once against his tummy as though holding a gavel.Â
A moment of silence as you stare at each other seriosuly and then...
"PFFFTTT!" You both burst out laughing at the ridiculous scene. He pulls you in for more kisses and you lay together wiping tears from your eyes as the laughter continues.Â
Turning on his side he offers, "Motion to reconvene tomorrow morning?"
"Motion granted!"
More laughter. A heavy sigh and then, "Thanks for understanding," he says.
"Impartiality is my job, afterall," you continue the act.Â
Pulling your head to his chest he scruffles your hair until you fight him off, giggling.Â
This isn't the first and probably won't be the last time your romantic pursuits as a couple are thwarted by exhaustion, but you know that with a little patience and a good night's sleep he'll be a different man come morning, when your courtship is back in session.
Choso:
Shark WeekÂ
Choso's not just new to sex. He's new to life itself. Loving him brings you the unique opportunity of experiencing the world for the very first time through his eyes.Â
The eldest of his brothers, he's already learned so much, but he still relies on you to guide him through his many firsts as both a lover and a mentor for all of life's unexpected moments- the good, the bad, and the painfully awkward.Â
That is why, when you hear a sharp, panicked little gasp as he pulls out of you, dick still twitching from his orgasm just moments before, you suspect you are in for another brand new encounter.
"What's a'matter Cho?"
"Uhm..." He swallows hard, eyes trained downward. "It's...it's not there."
"What's not there?" You question, sitting up against your elbows trying to glimpse whatever it is he's staring at.
"The condom," He says weakly, mouth going dry. "It's just gone!"
"Ohh!" You reach a knowing hand between your legs. "It probably just came off inside me."
"Is that bad?!" He asks, voice thick with worry.
"Not necessarily. You can probably just pull it out if it's right there."
He slides two hesitant fingers over your entrance, feeling for the rubbery traitor that's caused him such distress.Â
"Oh! I found it!" He sighs, relieved, pulling it gently from your core.
"See? Nothing to worry abou-"
"OH NO!" He cries, forcing you to sit up in alarm.
"What's wrong? Is it ripped?"
"You're bleeding! There's-" He looks as though he might pass out. "There's so much!"
"What?! I-" Realzation hits you as he holds up the stretched out condom, slick with glossy crimson. Feeling between your legs, you pull your hand away, stringy and viscous from a mix of blood and fresh arousal.Â
"Oh Cho I'm sorry. I think I started my-"
"I can't believe I hurt you! I thought I was being gentle! Maybe it's my cursed technique?? No...that can't-"Â
"Cho I-"
"I can fix it! Hang on let me just-"
"Choso!" He pauses his string of frantic babble to look at you. Deep lines etched across his troubled face. "Cho, I think I just started my period," You say, reaching your other hand to comfort your worried man.
"Oh. You mean 'shark week'?"
You laugh as he recalls the nickname you taught him for that notorious time of the month. "Yes hun, shark week."
"Was it...because of me?" He asks, eyes brimming with shame and guilt.
"No, my love!" You giggle at his innocence. "Just a coincidence. I'm sorry I scared you!"
A wave of relief washed over him as he clutched his chest, watching you get up and head toward the bathroom.Â
"I thought maybe I broke you somehow..."
"I know, sweet boy," You called from the hall. "You did nothing wrong. But when I come back we're going to cuddle like there's no tomorrow!"
"That....sounds nice" he said with a sigh, collapsing backward on the bed, brain tired and foggy from the day's latest lesson.Â
"Wait!" He called, suddenly excited. "Does this mean chocolate ice cream and movie night??"
"You really are a quick study!" You praise.
Running to grab the ice cream he calls, "I think I can get used to shark week!"
Toji:
Three's a Crowd
Toji is a lone wolf. An elusive rogue agent. He holds everyone at arm's distance, including you. That is...until recently, anyway.
What started as casual hookups in seedy bars and late-night love hotels, hell even the back of a cab once (actually maybe twice...you were rather drunk), has turned into pseudo dates and sober conversation. To be honest, you've fallen pretty hard for your man of mystery and the last thing you want to do is scare him off now. That's why, when he finally invites you to his place for the first time, you're determined not to blow it.
"It's not much, but it's home." He says, leading you through the front door of a shabby back-alley apartment. Despite his somewhat delinquent nature, his apartment is well-kept and the made-up bed you spot through an open door near the back looks far more inviting than the sleazy moth-eaten matresses and dive bar sofas where you've been spending your less-than-romantic moments.
Grabbing his hand, you practically drag him back there, excited to see where he lays his head at night, smell the cologne on his sheets. He stumbles behind, a goofy yet seductive grin stretching the scar on the corner of his lips that you're just dying to taste.
As you step into the darkened bedroom, a small sound grabs your attention. Atop the dresser something is breathing- sputtering. You pause, trying to get a look at the noise's source, realizing Toji must have a pet. Your heart skips as you imagine this macho miscreant returning home to a small, soft animal for whom he shares a rare bit of affection. Fucking adorable.
The creature, appearing only as a shapeless mound at first (is it a cat?) turns to look at you. And that's when you freeze. Because there in his room, peering at you through swollen, squinted eyes, frothy drool dribbling down its pudgy face, is a gigantic....worm???
"Toji!" You gasp, turning back to hide behind the muscular arm you're now grasping for dear life. "What the hell is that thing?!"
"Oh." He says curiously, "You can see it?"
"OF COURSE I CAN SEE IT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! THING'S FUCKIN' HUGE!"
"Heh," he chuckles, amused. "It won't hurt ya. C'mere."
Without even another glance at the demonic creature, Toji pushes you against the bed, bringing his large frame down over you, rutting his hips as he feasts hungrily on your neck. You want to lose yourself in the throes of his passion, you really do. But all you can think about is the thing on the dresser. Turning under the weight of Toji's advances to see if it's still there, you find yourself making direct eye contact with the hideous overgrown catarpillar.
You can't believe he's not distracted. Can't believe he hasn't said a single word about the little drooling monster. And as Toji makes quick work of undressing while he hovers over you, you find yourself unable to contain your inner thoughts.
"Toji...it's so...long!" You say, eyeing the thing warily.
"Mm...I know, Doll," he agrees.
"I mean like...it's gigantic!" You mewl covering your eyes in disgust.
"Hah...so I've heard," he admits, slipping off your panties from beneath your skirt.
"And it...I don't know...it looks hungry. Like...it's about to tear me apart..."
"If that's what you want, love," he growls with a forward thrust.
"Seriously, Toji, I don't know if I can do this! It's just so gross!"
"...Gross?" He looks like he's been punched in the gut.
"Yeah! Gross and purple!"
"Purple?!" Pulling out, he stares down at his cock. "Fuck you mean, purple?!" Then, following your gaze he says, "You're not still on about that damn worm, are you??"
"What did you think I was talking about?!"
"Look, if it bothers you that much, I'll get rid of it." Without another word, he gets up from the bed, crosses the room to the dresser, takes the creature in his hands before crunching it down into a tiny ball and swallowing it whole.
"Now are we gonna get freaky or what?" He huffs.
Oh, we are wayyyy past freaky, you think to yourself.
Who the hell was this mysterious man of yours? You're left with more questions than answers. But despite the horror you just witnessed one thing has you smiling...arm's distance or not, you doubt very seriously anything you do could scare him off.
Sukuna:
Thousand-Year-Old Virgin
Sukuna is a hardened, battle-ready, godlike being of prowess and prestige, decorated by time itself. Stranger to no man and no challenge, his many achievements transcend the millenia. He has seen and done things even those with rich and deeply fulfilled lives will never experience.
Let's face it, he's a thousand fucking years old. So that's why, when he mumbled something under his breath, something you thought could only be some type of strange joke, you were too stunned to laugh. And the fact that you didn't is the only reason you're still alive. That, and he's fallen rather profoundly in love with you, but he won't be admitting to that any time soon.
So when he pulls away from your lips to stare sheepishly at his bare feet criss-crossed in front of him before uttering the words you're sure you must have heard wrong, you ask him to please repeat himself.
"I've never done this before..." he gruffs, crossing both sets of arms and averting his gaze to the side with a nose-crinkling sneer.
"Done...what?" You ask, innocently.
"This! All of this!" He barks, waving his arms in frustration.
Your brain is working overtime just to read between the lines. He's acting like it's obvious, but you can't understand which "this" he's referring to.
"I don't get what-"
"SEX OKAY!" He gruffs bitterly. "I've never had sex!"
You just stare. Lips parted slightly as your jaw hangs limp, still unsure you've heard him correctly.
"And would you stop looking at me like that??" He scowls.
"'Kuna, I...I don't know what to say."
"Yeah, well...neither do I," he admits, still avoiding your gaze.
"It's just that you're...a thousand years old...I guess I just figured in that time you would have-"
"I didn't get to where I am by running around like some dog in heat," he retorts. "I spent my time getting stronger, strategizing, honing my cursed technique. Then I was sealed away for a few hundred years. When the hell would I have-"
"I never thought of it like that. But I figured Heian Era and all, the 'King of Curses' must have had concubines, right?"
"Yeah? So? I had a bunch of that old-timey shit!" He spouted. You had to stifle a laugh this time. "Doesn't mean I cared. I was...you know...a little busy conquerring the world?"
It was beginning to sink in. The King of Curses, God of the Heian Era, the Great Ryomen Sukuna sat on a shelf like a minted doll for a thousand years, completely untouched, and you- little modern nobody you- were about to take his "v-card". You felt giddy.
"'Kuna," You began, reaching out to take his face in your hands, compelling him to look at you. He hissed as you did so. "Ryomen. We don't have to do this."
"No, I want-"
"If you really want to, that's fine. Just know that it's going to be messy. Probably a little awkward. Maybe a lot awkward! Heck, I don't even know what to do about the extra set of limbs and...appendages," You laughed, giving his thigh a squeaze. He rolled his eyes. You continued earnestly, "I just want you to know it's okay not to know it all- not to get everything perfect. That's where the trust comes in...and where the memories are made."
He heaved a deep sigh, turning away again as he became lost in thought.
"Hey, Ryo?"
"What, brat?"
"Thanks for waiting for me," you wink.
"Don't flatter yourself," he grumps, a rougey glow tingeing his cheeks.
"Of course not," you smile. Then, eyeing his extra arms you continue. "So I just have one question..."
"Speak."
"Will we need one condom, or two?"
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Since your requests are open I'll help myself đ Gojo's wife starts to have morning sicknesses, so she suspects that she's pregnant. She takes a test and finds out that she actually is pregnant. Would u please write gojo's reaction when his wife tells his that he's gonna be a daddy? đ„șđ thanks you, please feed us with your delicious writing!!!
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âshoko, I need a place to hide!â you say, bursting into the infirmary. you take the small moment of shock that shoko is in to take a much needed breath.
âwhat did you do this time?â
you wordlessly raise the pregnancy test with slightly shaky hands and upon seeing it, shoko drops the poor sandwich she was eating. you close the door behind you before sitting down next her.
she smiles, ânice, I am going to be an aunt,â then she looks at you confused, âwhy are you hiding though?â
âI need time to figure out how I will tell him or more likeââ you look at the ceiling, âface him. he will probably figure everything out with his six eyes, but I donât know how he will react,â you wrap your arms around yourself and shoko sighs.
âyou guys didnât talk about it yet?â she stands up and goes to get you a warm drink.
you gently rock yourself, âsatoru alreadyâŠhas so much on his shoulders,â you bury your face in your arms, âI donât want to add to that.â
she places the mug in front of you, âyou do know that he got into this relationship willingly, right? you didnât hold him at gunpoint or anythingâŠor did you?â
you lightly punch her shoulders, but you take the mug, muttering a small thanks, âif anyone was held at gunpoint then it would be me.â
shoko chuckles and pats your head, âyou need to be able to face him, y/n. he will find out anyway, and personally, I think you should have faith in his reaction more than that,â you lock eyes, âyou know him more than anyone else, after all.â
your gaze falls to your drink. its surface is so still until you softly blow and it ripples, calm the chaos.
what if you donât know satoru as much as you thought? what if having a kid will scare him away? as the strongest, your husband has so much on his mind 24/7. will he be able to handle a baby as well?
while a part of you tells you that your husband is no coward nor is he so fragile, the other canât help but think that perhaps this love story of 12 years will reach its end, a very tragic end even.
with the creation of a new life, ends a lifetime of feelings and events.
you snap out of your thoughts when you notice shoko shooing you into the closet room.
you hear the door open and you have a guess who it is. he makes himself known anyway, âshoko, have you seen y/n?â
shoko quirks an eyebrow and gojo huffs, âokay, fine, I know she is here, but is she mad at me? did I do something?â
you have a feeling that he is looking directly at your eyes even through the closetâs door as he speaks, ây/n, I will take you out anywhere. I donât know what I did, but let me make it up to you. I hate when youâre upset with me, sweets.â
he is frowning lightly as he stares at the closet with hope. shoko sighs before walking out of the room, but not without patting his shoulder.
the door closes and satoru speaks up again, âcan you please come out so we can at least talk about it?â
he hears your sigh and beams when you finally get out of the room, âthere is my pretty girl.â
he has a flower bouquet in hand and he is looking at you so intently, but you donât think he noticed the life growing inside of you now. he is far too focused on making you forgive him for whatever he did. you take a deep breath and look him in the eyes.
your hand moves and finally rests on your stomach.
his brows furrow lightly before his eyes widen. satoruâs breath hitches just like it did during your wedding. he places the bouquet aside before looking quickly between your eyes and stomach, âyou areâŠâ
you grip your own hands, nodding. tears start forming in your eyes till they finally fall and cries are what he sees now. your knees give out on you and you fall to the ground, now sobbing.
you are looking at the ground as you cry and hug yourself tighter, bracing yourself for whatever is coming.
satoru, almost instantly, finds himself on his knees in front of you.
his arms, like itâs second nature, pull you close into a warm and secure hug, âhey, hey,â he pats your back, a little clumsily, âif you donât want it then itâs fine. you know I care about you the most,â his voice shakes a bit, âdonât cry please, youâre breaking my heartââ
âI am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry,â you repeat a mantra of the same phrase as you pull him even closer. satoru cups your face and the moment youâre met with the pair of blue eyes you love so much, you break down more, âI know youâprobably donât want it butââ
he tilts his head, utterly confused and maybe even offended, âwhat are you talking about? of course, I want it!â
the room is silent for a moment as you process what he says. itâs like a massive weight has been lifted off your shoulders. you let out a shaky breath as you look down at your hands.
satoru rests his forehead on your own. his voice is soft and barely above a whisper as he speaks, âitâs our baby.â
the content smile on his face is almost unreal, âwhy in the world would you think that I wouldnât want it anyway?â and somehow the pout on his face assures you even more.
your arms wrap themselves around his torso and you rest your head on his shoulder, âitâs justâI thought it would be burdening you with yet another responsibility. you have the world on top of your shoulders. how am I better than anyone if I weigh down even if itâs a different type of weight.â
âis it a weight for you?â he asks, voice hushed.
âof course not! I wantââ you answer immediately.
âthere is your answer,â he chuckles and you look at his face once again.
you notice that he is tearing up. your satoru is tearing up, and the blindfold isnât there to hide it nor are the glasses.
his eyes never leave yours as he says, with no waver on his voice, âI would pick you over everything else, every single time and in every single universe, silly girl.â
âyou should know that already,â he flicks your forehead but the smile never leaves his face.
a soft laugh tumbles out of his lips as he pulls you in for a big bear hug, his form completely engulfing your own.
he fills tears stain his shirt, but he can only focus on your smile he feels on his skin and the fact that he voice out loud, âI will be a dad,â he sighs with contentment.
âand itâs all because of you,â he raises your face and nuzzles your noses together making you giggle, âwe're going to be parents, you sweet pretty thing.â
satoruâs lips find themselves on your own in one very sweet and loving kiss. itâs soft, light, and gentle. yet it conveys all the words that he canât get out at the moment.
when you pull away slightly, he quickly pulls you back for another, âI love you so much.â
he places a hand on your stomach, âand you too.â
âbut donât think I will share mama with you,â he sticks his tongue out at it, âshe is mine!â
the baby is not even out of the womb, and yet he is already bickering with it.
you laugh and your chest feel so light. you kiss his cheek and his pout turns into a grin almost immediately. you hum, âinfinity and beyond?â
his hand holds your own and he caresses your ring, âinfinity and beyond.â
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If I could hold you for a minute
Javier Peña x f!Reader
Summary: Javier wants nothing more than to go home to you. And thanks to his partner's generosity, he gets to.
Tags: just pure FLUFF, mayyybe a sprinkle of suggestive humor, established relationship, Steve teases Javi a bunch, Javier is a BIG SIMP (i'm serious)
Warnings: none âĄ
Word count: 3.3K
A/N: something different for you guys đ i'm sadly still on semi-hiatus because of my finals, but I managed to finish this little fic as a break from my angsty Joel pieces. i reaaaally hope you all will like it đđ also, it's dedicated to my dumbass in crime @lily-inbloom đ«Ąđ luv you babes
This was one of the worst days agent Peña had in a long time, and he wanted nothing more than to go home.
First, two people from Escobarâs inner circle managed to escape the raid on the laboratory in which he and Murphy participated, leaving both of them exhausted and frustrated. Then Melissa gave Javier a bunch of shit because of some documents, and on the way to his desk some asshole bumped into him, making him drop and break his phone. And now they had to stay after hours to wait for Carrillo.
âItâs for you, Peña.â
So yeah. His day was shit so far.
His pity party was cut short when Steve sitting across from him hissed his name again. Javier shot him an irritated look and flipped him off, not in the mood to talk to any informants or their superiors.
âNot now, Murphy,â he grumbled, but his partner still handed him the stationary telephone from their desk, ignoring the hostility radiating from the man.
âJust take it, asshole. Sheâs worried youâre not answering her calls.â
At that, Javi sat up straight and in a split second took the handset from Steve, pressing it to his ear.
âÂżQuerida?â he asked quietly, paying no attention to Murphy rolling his eyes and chuckling to himself. There was a sigh of relief on the other end of the line and he furrowed his eyebrows in concern. âIs everything alright?â
âHi, Javi,â your voice came through the receiver. âYou werenât picking up.â
Almost instantly the tension was lifted from Javierâs shoulders and he exhaled deeply. You had a talent of putting him at ease, even when you werenât by his side.
âLo siento, cariño. Some idiot broke my⊠you know what, it doesnât matter. Are you okay?â
âYeah, yeah, Iâm fine, just wanted to ask when you finish work? I can swing by and we can go grab some food on the way home.â
He sighed tiredly, rubbing his brows. He hated saying no to you and if he could, Javi would give you the world on a silver platter â but some things, he didnât have any control over.
âNo sĂ©, cariño. We have a shitton of papers to read with Steve, and weâre waiting for Carrillo to fill us in on the latest action. Iâve got no idea how long itâs gonna take, sweetheart.â
Steve lifted his head and shot Javier a teasing look, but Peña ignored him, turning his chair to the side.
âAlright, so what do you say Iâll bring you some takeout? You can also ask Steve what heâd want, Iâll be at this place we went to a week agoââ
âNo, querida, no,â he sighed, this time with affection. Your voice was a temptation enough to throw everything to hell and run home to you, but to hear the kindness and love in your words, without even seeing your expression⊠It was heart-clenching. âWe donât need anything, you just go back home safely. Iâll try to get away from here as soon as I can.â
You didnât answer at first, but then hummed half-heartedly.
âIf you say so. But please, eat something.â
Javi smiled absentmindedly, covering his eyes with his fingers. He imagined your concerned expression, the receiver nestled next to your ear, near the spot he so liked to nuzzle with his nose. âHow do you know I havenât already?â
He could hear a trace of a smirk in your voice.
âI know you, Peña.â
âToo well, I think.â
âYou love it, though.â
He chuckled, shaking his head. âYeah, maybe.â He heard you yawn and the smile disappeared from his face. âYouâre tired.â
âNo, Iâm not. Iâll get to bed when youâre back.â
âI wonât be home for at least a couple more hours, sweetheart,â Javi told you softly. âYou can go to sleep.â
âIâll wait for you,â you repeated stubbornly.
âYou donât have to.â
âI know, cariño.â There was that sweet, teasing note in your tone, and a grin spread across Javierâs face again. âBut that will just give you more reasons to come home quickly.â
âIâll try,â he just offered in a whisper, resting his forehead on his fist. âCall Steve if anything happens, alright?â
âOkay, okay, I will.â Long since gone were the times youâd argue with him about that. You knew how terrified he was at the thought of losing you. âI love you, baby.â
âTambiĂ©n te amo.â
He didnât immediately hang up, waiting just in case you wanted to add something else. The line went dead, however, and with his lips pressed Javi put the phone back in the center of the desk.
âYou have it bad, Peña.â
Of course. Javier shouldâve known Steve will start to nag at him again.
He reached into his pocket for a cigarette and put it between his lips. He knew youâd complain about the smell on his hair and clothes when he got home, but he was already too stressed out and in a desperate need of a smoke.
âIâm not in the mood, Murphy,â he muttered, pulling out the lighter.
âI thought a conversation with your sweetheart would brighten up your day?â
Javier looked up and just as he suspected, Steve had that same stupid grin on his face, like every time the topic was brought up.
Ever since your and Javiâs relationship became more serious, Steve was taking every opportunity to tease his partner. If Javi was feeling generous, he could kind of understand where his friend is coming from â after all, he himself didnât think heâd ever act like a dumb teenage boy in the presence of a woman. But something about you mesmerized him from the very beginning, and, miraculously, here you both were, in a steady and loving relationship Javier Peña was always afraid of hoping for.
But alas, it was not a day to be understanding. He glared at Steve when the fellow agent didnât take a hint.
âShut up.â
âI wouldnât say no to a food delivery, you know,â Steve spoke up with a smirk under his mustache. âIâm quite hungry.â
âIâll sooner hire Escobar to make you sandwiches than let her do it.â
âYou wound me, Javi. And to think I was about to take care of Carrillo and let you go home early.â
Javier looked up in surprise at his friendâs knowing smile. Then he blinked, slowly and tiredly, wondering if he didnât misheard.
âReally?â he asked suspiciously, to which Steve shrugged.
âWhy not? Iâm in no rush since Connie and Olivia are in Miami, and as funny as it is to watch you yearn and pine, your brooding gets annoying after a while.â Javi didnât move from his place, so Steve nodded in the direction of the exit. âJust go home to her, Peña. Before I change my mind.â
The face of the agent broke into a smile before he could collect himself. He stood up so quickly that he bumped his hip against the desk, but it didnât phase him one bit. With a quick shove across the desktop, he swept all the documents to the folder and took his gun from the drawer, tucking it into his jeans.
Murphy was watching him with a smirk.
âYou owe me, Javi.â
âSure,â his partner replied over his shoulder, grabbing his jacket. âIâll get you a sandwich tomorrow.â
A quiet laugh followed him when Peña promptly ran out of their office.
*****
After the call with Javi you tried to find yourself an occupation, intending to stay up as long as you could. He was working like crazy lately, sometimes not even coming home for the night, so a chance to finally spend some time with him â even if it would only be for half an hour â was something you didnât want to miss.
So you wandered around his apartment. You read a little, watched TV, tidied up the cutlery drawer, folded Javiâs shirts, and now you got onto washing the dishes left from your dinner two days ago.
You were humming quietly, that stupid song which seemed to play on every radio as of late, when you heard a small sound from the hall. You paused and turned off the tap, your heart pounding in your chest, and sure enough there was it again â but this time you clearly recognized it as a key turning in the lock.
Before you could think of what to do, the door opened and Javi came in, locking eyes with you immediately. You blinked slowly, rooted to the spot with your hands lifted, still covered in water and soapsuds.
âJavi?â you asked in surprise. âWhat are you doinââ
Without saying a word, Javier came up to you in two long strides and put his hands around your waist, dipping you back and kissing you deeply. You made a noise in your throat, moving your wet hands aside, but then sighed contentedly as his lips caressed yours.
âI missed you, cariño. So much,â Javier murmured, not moving further away from your lips than two millimeters apart. âCouldnât wait to get home to you.â
âBut what aboutâ Steve, andâŠâ you tried to ask during those brief moments when he gave you a second to take a breath, but was unable (and unwilling) to move away when he was holding you so tightly.
âTheyâll be fine,â Javier murmured, moving his hands to your cheeks to cradle them tenderly. âSteve said heâll handle it.â
He firmly pressed his lips to yours one more time, his eyebrows scrunched with affection. You didnât ask anything else, instead wrapping your arms around his neck, still careful not to get his clothes wet. After almost a minute of tender kisses and whispered Spanish phrases, Javi rested his forehead against yours with a content sigh. His eyes were closed and he just hummed when you nudged his nose with yours.
âYou werenât supposed to be home for the next few hours,â you said quietly.
âIt was a damn torture. I couldnât wait, hermosa,â he murmured and exhaled heavily. âGod, I needed this.â
A bright smile spread across your face at the thought of this man thinking about and longing to see you so much. He sounded so stressed out and tired over the phone, but now it was like all nerves left him for just a moment.
âDo you want me to make you something to eat?â you asked in a whisper, but Javi shook his head.
âNo. Just stay here.â
âI have to rinse the dishwashing liquid off my hands, though. And you need to take a shower.â
âAre you saying I smell?â
âA little. But I mostly mean the cigarette smoke on your hair.â
Javi sighed, murmuring something under his breath. You gave him a peck on the lips. âGo on, cariño. Iâll get everything ready and then we can lay down.â
Javier grumbled, displeased, but didnât argue any further. âYouâll have to make it up to me, sweetheart.â
âIf you manage to keep your eyes open.â Your comment made him crack a smile and you mirrored it. âGo shower. And then come back to me.â
Javi sighed but obediently went towards the bathroom, putting down his aviators and the gun on the table on the way there. You watched him fondly, your heart still swelling with love at how relieved he looked to see you. He mustâve felt your attention on him, somehow, because he turned around in the doorway and sent you a smirk.
âIf you like the view so much, you can hop into the shower with me,â he teased, and you hummed, pretending to consider it.
âI would, but then it wouldnât be a âquick showerâ.â He smiled knowingly, and you scrunched your nose at him. âJavi, the longer you stand here, the less time weâll have for cuddles.â
âYou raise a good point, hermosa.â
With one last look he disappeared in the bathroom and you shook your head at his antics. A few seconds later you heard the sound of rushing water, so you hurried to your shared bedroom to get everything ready.
You pulled down the blinds and flipped the pillows to the colder side, and then swiftly changed into one of Javierâs shirts you liked to sleep in. You also took his gun from the table, knowing he preferred to have it within reach when he was resting with you.
Earlier that day you started to clean the cupboards, so the room was pretty messy. You spent a couple of minutes putting the piles of clothes and various knick knacks in their places, trying to be as quick as possible. Then you heard the water in the bathroom stopping, and it only took Javi two more minutes before he emerged from the bathroom in nothing but his boxers.
His hair was wet and chest bare, and exhaustion was marking his handsome features, painting shadows over his face. Without a second of hesitation Javi went up to you and wrapped his arms around your middle. You wanted to say that youâll be done in a moment, but didnât get a chance â he hid his face in the crook of your neck, grumbling tiredly, and started dragging you backwards to the bed. You swat at him with laughter, but those strong arms of his just held onto you tighter.
âCariño, I still have to finishââ
âLeave it. You donât have to do anything.â
âJaviâŠâ
âCome lay with me, mi sol.â He softly pressed his lips to the sensitive skin on your neck, making you shiver. You felt him smirking. âCome on. Please.â
You faltered at this word, so rarely used by him. He sighed into your shoulder and swayed you two gently from side to side.
Javi was right. Everything else could wait.
You lifted his hand to your lips and kissed his knuckles gently, feeling him relax behind your back.
âAlright,â you murmured. âCome here, baby.â
He hummed and kissed your neck again, then your shoulder, sneaking his hands under your â technically his â shirt.
âHave I ever told you how pretty you look in my clothes?â he asked quietly.
âEvery time I wear it.â You felt him take a breath, but you beat him to it. âAnd donât say theyâd look even better on the floor.â
Javi chuckled and hugged you tighter, still slowly moving backwards with you. âNot this time. Just wanna have you in my arms.â
âYou mean in your bed?â You couldnât help but tease him, and yelped when he bit your neck lightly.
âDonât tempt me.â
When you two reached the bed, Javi stopped and slowly turned you around before sitting down. You took his face in your hands, staring down at him lovingly, while he gently ran his palms up and down your thighs. He did look tired, with the exhaustion and sadness swimming in his beautiful dark eyes. After a moment he exhaled shakily and leaned forward, resting his forehead on your stomach.
âWanna lie down?â you whispered softly, and he nodded without a word. âOkay. Come here.â
You gently released yourself from his hold and laid down, immediately reaching for Javier and tugging him to lay on top of you.
The moment his head touched your chest, Javi exhaled heavily with relief, closing his eyes. You ran your fingers through his hair, brushing the wet strands aside.
âDo you need anything?â you asked quietly, but he just muttered 'no' with a light shake of his head.
âIâve got everything I need right here, querida.â
You grinned warmly, though he couldnât see it. âYouâre quite a romantic, Javier Peña.â
He chuckled under his breath, lifting himself slightly to meet your adoring gaze. âI thought you already knew all about it.â
âDid I?â you asked playfully, to which he lifted his head.
âWhat more can I tell you?â he murmured, leaning over you and smirking when your breath hitched in your throat. His brown irises danced across your face, drinking your features in. âDo you wanna hear how all I think about while working are your lips and the sound of your laugh? How the time spent together isnât nearly enough for me to fully revel in you? OrâŠâ
âOkay, thatâs enough,â you said sheepishly, making Javi grin victoriously. âYouâre probably spending that time in the office not thinking about me but of ways to mess with me.â
âTal vez, mi sol.â He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth and moved lower, whispering into your skin. âBut I do wish I could spend more time with you.â
âI know, cariño.â You brushed his hair to the back with your fingers, scratching his occiput. âBut itâs not your fault.â
He hummed without conviction, still busy kissing every inch of your skin he could reach. One of his hands went to your waist, his thumb tracing small circles there, while the other climbed up to your hand, entwining your fingers together.
âDidnât you want to get some rest?â you asked breathlessly, trying to keep your composure. Your face was hot, and Javi hummed smugly at the pitch of your voice. He lifted his head and brushed your cheek with his knuckles, his hand still holding yours.
âI wanted to spend time con mi hermoso sol.â He touched his forehead to yours lovingly, gazing deeply into your eyes. âI was serious when I said youâre all I need.â
âI think you need some sleep, too.â
Javi grumbled, seemingly giving in, and kissed you sleepily one last time. His eyes were already closing and his mustache scratched your skin lightly.
âNo, querida. Just you.â
*****
The next morning, Steve came to work to the sight of Javier trapping you with his arms against his desk. He was leaving soft pecks on your lips every once in a while â so unlike the Peña Murphy had known before â murmuring something to you with a smile, causing you to giggle, too. You tried to slip out of his grasp, but Javier just pulled you closer. The pair was obviously lost in the moment because neither of them noticed Steve, until he threw a pile of files onto his desk.
âMorning, guys,â he said nonchalantly, eyeing your bashful beam and Javiâs crooked smile with a smirk. He noted that his partner looked way better than yesterday. âDâyou get any sleep?â
âActually, I did.â Javier gazed over at you and squeezed your hand with this look of a lovesick puppy that Steve mocked so often. âDonât remember the last time Iâve slept so well.â
âHappy to hear it, because we have a lot to do today.â He sat down and began organizing the notes from Carrilloâs report yesterday, wanting to fill his partner in as soon as possible. He heard Peña sigh.
âOf course.â He glanced up to see the other man stand up and kiss you lovingly â once, twice â before you lightly shoved him back onto the armchair. Steve rolled his eyes when Javi brought your hand to his lips, leaving one last lingering kiss, and then finally letting go of you.
âIâm gonna be late because of you,â you accused him, but he only smirked.
âLo siento, cariño. Have a good day.â
You said your goodbyes to Steve and turned back to the exit. Murphy shook his head and met his partnerâs dark eyes, sparkling with adoration.
âYou really have it bad, Peña.â
He didnât receive any answer, so he just smiled to himself and got back to arranging his desk.
He didnât get a second of peace, however, because suddenly a paper bag was dropped on the documents he was just filing. Two â a bit squashed â sandwiches were peeking out from the brown paper.
Steve lifted his head, ready to throw another teasing comment, but Javierâs eyes â still full of that raw love â were focused solely on your figure leaving their office.
*****
querida - dear/darling
lo siento, cariño - Iâm sorry, darling/honey
no sĂ© - I donât know
también te amo - I love you, too
hermosa - beautiful
mi sol - my sun/sunshine
tal vez - maybe
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Hi đ
If requests are still open can you do something Elrond x reader where reader watches him duelling for sword training (or something similar)?
Can be as sweet or spicy as you wantâ€ïž
I know you sent this in ages ago, I'm so sorry!!! Also, I'm so bad at describing fighting, please ignore that
Sparring Sessions
You sit with your friend Taethrien on one of the various stone benches that line the outer circle of the training yard. The open space of packed dirt and training dummies, the sounds of sparring and instruction mingling with grunts of exertion from the younger elves.
âAgain.â Elrond calls, his voice sharp, like a whip, his face set in stone, as he jerks his head towards the fallen sword of his sparring partner.
The younger elf, Narion, you believe his name is, picks up his sword, and settles back into a sturdy fighting stance, sweat dripping from his brow.
You know you should intervene, insist that your husband take more care with the younger elves, but you find yourself unable to. Your eyes drawn to his form, the graceful but powerful movements, the controlled strength behind his swings and strikes.
âElrond is quite intense this morn, is he not?â Taethrien says, watching the pair as they begin, Narion lunging first, seemingly not learning his lesson.
You hum in response, captivated by the easy way Elrond deflects the blow. He has not even broken a sweat, but his hair is disheveled from him raking his hand through it.
There is a smirk, almost cocky, on Elrondâs face as Narion growls and tries to fake right and catch Elrond off guard. He sees right through it, striking Narionâs exposed side.
âOh, poor boy, he must cease leaving his left side so open.â She continues, frowning as the flat of Elrondâs blade taps against Narionâs ribs.
You hum again, feeling your stomach flip when Elrond spots you and sends you a quick smile, a simple uptick of his lips, but it is enough to make a sudden warmth flood your face.
âY/N?â Taethrien asks, turning to face you, her brows furrowed. âAre you listening.â
âYes, yes, I agree, left side, much too exposed.â You say far too quickly, remembering where you are and tearing your eyes from Elrond.
She tilts her head, a catlike smile on her lips, but says nothing of your reaction. âMy husband should be along soon, perhaps he will present a finer challenge for Elrond than the young ones do.â
âI am sure it will be a worthy display of both their skills.â You smile, bumping your shoulder into hers. âAnd it will allow me to see this strength of his you are so very fond of.â
 âI told you of that in confidence.â She whispers, blushing all the way to the tips of her ears.
âIt is nothing to be ashamed of.â You reassure her, patting her hand.
A sudden shout draws your attention back to the ring, where Elrond has Narion at sword point, the young elf on his back in the dirt. You grip your skirts, a flash of heat surging through you as Elrond sheathes his sword with a one-handed, fluid motion, before pulling Narion up from the dirt.
âIt seems we both may have something, not to be ashamed of.â Taethrien teases, making a show of pretending to try and unfurl your fingers.
You do not tease her in return when it is her husband against yours, they are newly married, still in a phase of infatuation, still discovering much about themselves and each other. Besides, you are far too focused on Elrond as he and Iandor spar, their swords singing, sparking through the air, throwing bits of sunlight as it glints off their blades.
âDo keep up Elrond, I know you have not tasted battle in ages, but surely you cannot be this out of practice.â Iandor taunts jovially, a bright smile on his face.
Elrond throws him a devastatingly charming smile in response, the gleam of a worthy challenge in his eyes. âNo, my friend, I am simply allowing you the advantage, I would not wish to embarrass you in front of your new bride.â
They spar for what feels akin to eternity as well as mere moments until they call it a draw, both men breathing heavily, clapping each other on the shoulder as they return their weapons to the rack.
You meet Elrond halfway, and he wipes the sweat from his brow, smiling at you, his chest still rising and falling harshly. âMy starlight, I can only hope we did not bore you.â
âI never tire of watching you train.â You tell him, dusting the dirt from his training leathers, attempting to banish the memory of your wedding night from your mind. The way he looked hovering above you, his curls wild, his pupils blown wide, his bare chest heaving, the sound of your name on his lips. âI always find such interest in seeing more of this side of you. I know my husband the poet, the herald, the romantic, but I see seldom see my husband the warrior.â
âTruly, I prefer the quill to the sword, but I cannot deny a good bout brings a certain sense of joy to me.â He says, as you both wave goodbye to Taethrien and Iandor.
âYou fight well, as you always have.â You compliment, leaning your head against his arm as you walk back to your shared chambers. You must cease these thoughts, stifle the heat, lest you become a lecher for your own husband.
âI am better with a bow.â He deflects, ever so humble.
âYou are skilled with both, though I would not say you are a better archer than swordsman.â You tease. âThat title belongs to Galadriel.â
Though you say it, your mindâs eye still conjures an image. His deft hands wrapped around the bow, his broad shoulder spread, his spine straight, his arms taut as he pulls back the arrow. Heat rushes through you once more, and you bite the inside of your cheek to clear your mind.
âYes, I know it is your preference, but it is notâŠâ Elrond stretches his arms behind his head, a small groan slipping past his lips, and you all but trip over your own feet.
âIt is not what?â He asks, his hands flying out to steady you. His touch is lightning, striking through you, setting fire to the desire that had been bubbling within you since his blade had met its first foe in the early hours of the morn.
âStars, Elrond, simplyââ You grab him by the collar of his leathers and yank him down, your lips melding with his, frantic and fevered.
He melts into your touch, lips parting as his grip tightens on you, dragging you closer.
You press yourself against him, walking him backwards until his back meets the wall, a surprised gasp escaping him.
âWe are still along the path; anyone could come upon us.â He breathes, loathe to separate his lips from yours.
âWe will hear them before they do.â You assure him, though you doubt your vigilance and his, when your lips leave his own, trailing across his chiseled jaw, up to his ear, taking his earlobe between your teeth.
Elrond lets out a strangled moan, the sound shooting through you, warming you like Dwarven ale. âFenedhis, y/n, please.â
You press a chaste kiss to the place beneath his ear, and return your lips to his jaw, your fingertips replacing your teeth, tracing the shell of his ear. âOf course, my love, anything you desire.â
He groans lowly, his fingers bunching in your skirts as he tries to calm himself. âMy sweet starlight, do not torture me.â
You untangle one of his hands, and slide it beneath your skirts, a shiver running through you when he grips your thigh and drags you closer. âI would never. I want only to give you what you desire, remember?â
His chest brushes against yours with each breath, leather against silk, desire swirling between you, as he leans down to capture your lips, stopping a hairbreadth away. âLet us return to our chambers then, it seems you much to give me.â
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Okay, I have a request for you that is no pressure, but Reader enjoys praise loves when she is being acknowledged for doing good and being good but doesn't know how to accept but their lover(and I have no idea would best fit this. My heart says Cassian, but realistically, it's probably Az or Eris) talks them through it shows them they don't need to be flustered.
Please ignore if this makes no sense
Self Worth
Summary - Cassian can't stand seeing you so low
Warnings - insecure reader, praise, mentions of mental health slipping
A/N - just a little baby fic of how Cassian would handle his mate needing her self-esteem and self worth built up đ
âšïžCassian MasterlistâšïžGeneral Masterlistâšïž
"Look me in my eyes and tell me the female I love isn't good enough again," Cassian was being as gentle as he could. You were shying away from him, eager for his praise, but instantly falling into that shell the second he gave it. "Look me in my eyes and tell me why the female I love cannot look at me after I tell her how beautiful she is today."
"I-" The words died on your tongue. No excuse you could find would appease him. No excuse would make him forgive you for whispering to him that you weren't enough. Weren't brave enough, pretty enough, strong enough. You saw the way he admired Nesta and Feyre. The way he admired Mor.
You didn't see the way he looked at you, though. He looked at you as if you had made the very world, as if you had forged him to be exactly how you needed him to be. You pushed him yo be that male, pushed him to be better. To be good. You made Cassian see the beauty in the world, the beauty in others. Perhaps that is why it hurt him that you could not see the beauty in you.
"I just never feel like I'm doing enough. Like there's no way you want me, want my body, want me to be-"
"Stop," he interrupted you immediately. He hid the break in his voice so well, hid how just a few words instantly shattered his heart. "You're struggling again, aren't you angel?" His eyes studied you hard as you nodded silently. "Y/n, you've been working so hard for Rhys, being the perfect emissary. You single handedly started the process of him and Tamlin creating a trade route, of him and Dawn beginning a joint training program between the Peregryn and Illyrians. Angel, you are doing so well and working so hard."
Your chest started to feel heavy, breathing becoming rapid, and Cassian instantly put his hands on your upper arms. He began to exaggerate his breathing, forcing you to follow it and calm down. "You are beautiful, you are special, you are kind. You are my mate, Y/n. You will never have to worry about competition or me not loving a single inch of you. I am proud to be yours. Proud you wanted me."
You looked up at Cassian, eyes lined in tears, "Really? You don't wish I was a.. a fighter?"
He laughed softly, "If you could fight, why would you need me? My job is to protect you. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. Even if that means protecting you from yourself." He leaned in and kissed your forehead. "You are beautiful. Say it for me."
"I-" You paused, taking a deep breath. "I am beautiful."
Cassian's smile grew, "Good job, angel. Tell me five things you love about you."
You bit your lip thinking, "My eyes," he groaned in pleasure at that answer. "My humor," he whispered yes softly. "My butt-"
"Fuck yes your ass," Cassian turned you quickly to smack it before turning you around. "Continue."
You giggled at him, "My kindness," he shut his eyes smiling. "And... I think.."
"No. Not think. You know you love this last thing. Tell me again," he demanded.
You nodded more confidently, "I love my smile." Cassian held your face in his hands again. "Because when I smile, you smile, then I smile more."
"Seeing you glowing and happy makes me happy," he said. "Every day we do 5 things you love about you, then I'm going to spend the day praising them until that self Worth gets back up again, okay angel?"
"Okay, Cassie."
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â âruin our friendship.â || kim gaeul x reader fic.
â for years, gaeul has trusted your heart and tried to find whatever good you saw in your douchebag of a boyfriend, but she has had enough. and now she wants to show you that you deserve so much better...
word count: 6.9k.
dynamic: dom!kim gaeul x sub!taken!reader.
warnings: bffs-to-lovers, cheating, oral, fingering, cunnilingus, facesitting, faceriding, overstimulation, masturbation, praise kink.
requested ? : nope.
a/n: i don't even know how long this has been rotting in my drafts but SHE IS FINALLY FREE! and we have our first gaeul fic AND I HAVE OFFICIALLY WRITTEN A FIC FOR EVERY IVE MEMBER EYAYYYY đ„°đ now i don't have to worry about possibly looking like i favor one member more than the others omg guys i can assure you i have thoughts about ive unnies all the time, the ones for yujin are just loud as FUCK. much like herself. ANYWAYS, HEHE I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS and i hope you all love it đ
p.s. as usual this is not proofread thoroughly so apologies in advance for any mistakes! đđ
ever since entering college, you and your best friend gaeul have had to match your schedules perfectly in order to hang out and even talk regularly. those assignments couldnât finish themselves after all, as much as you hoped they did. years before, you and her would have the time of your lives shopping and visiting the many different restaurants your vast city offered, but now, everything was different. and in gaeulâs most humble opinion, your busy lives as college students wasnât the only problem. she could name a few actually! there was her part-time job at her mechanic fatherâs service shop where she spends most of her time sitting on a chair and listening to middle-aged men try to woo her as they wait for their car to get fixed, and there was your side gig as some small-time coordinator in a pretty popular live house in the downtown part of the city.
but gaeul canât exactly be angry at your jobs for pulling the two of you away from each other! what she can be angry about was you were always distracted whenever you did go out together. hereâs a clear picture: you would be sitting with her in a cute coffee shop after two weeks of not being able to see each other and there gaeul is, talking about the shenanigans that happens in her classes, her dadâs shop, and her life in general. then, sheâd find you spacing out, or staring at your phoneâjust completely ignoring her. for the first few times it happened, gaeul just thought that perhaps you were just worried about your schoolwork!
it made sense after all. you were some kind of academic overachiever that always used to nag at gaeul to finish her geometry homework during your high school days. gaeul was going to be fine with it all; she even thought about things she could tell you to soothe your head but one little peek at your phone screen ruined it all. every ounce of patience in gaeul just disappeared into thin air once she saw that you were distressed because of your stupid boyfriendâs messages.
ugh. your boyfriend.
now, gaeul wasnât one to shit on her best friendâs lovers just because, okay? ninety-three percent of the time she has a valid reason! hereâs the breakdown: your boyfriend is manipulative, abusive, possessive, and ugly. one would say that maybe he wasnât always that way, or that maybe heâs struggling with things! well, gaeul can confirm that he has always been horrible to you and that whatever the fuck heâs dealing with doesnât give him the excuse to be such an asshole to someone that genuinely cares for him. gaeul canât even count how many times youâve showed up at her doorstep in tears because of him.Â
she really canât understand why youâre still dating him. itâs been about five years since the two of you got together and really, the only good thing you got from that relationship is a ride to the campus and if youâre lucky and he actually feels like being a decent boyfriend for once, some fancy clothes. clothes that he picks out for you, and he canât even get that shit right! he doesnât know your style, the kind of clothes you want to wear, the brands youâve always wanted to get clothes from, and in general, you. gaeul knows people like him all too well. people that only want you to fill a very specific void in their miserable life.
gaeul canât stand him. you deserve so much better, you can do so much better.
and gaeul is better.
just like that, an idea pops up in gaeulâs head as she sits in a booth in her favorite diner, but she didnât have time to think about it because she looks out the window and there you were in a pretty, pink sundress with your hair arranged in a cute braid adorned with little butterfly clips. gaeul lets out a chuckleârei, your roommate, mustâve helped you with that. gaeul also notices that you were wearing the sneakers that the two of you bought together so you could match, which warmed her heart. even more so when she remembers that she was wearing her own pair of those sneakers too!
gaeul watched patiently as you entered the diner and greeted the waitress behind the counter like you always do. a bright smile spreads across your face once you find gaeul in your usual booth, and gaeul feels herself flashing her very own grin as you start walking faster towards her.
âhey! sorry, iâm late. i had to change my entire outfit. i didnât think it would be so warm today.â you said, pulling gaeul into a quick hug before sitting across from her. gosh, you looked beautiful! the baby hairs that stuck to your forehead and the sides of your face only made you look even cuter, gaeul almost wanted to reach out and pinch your cheeks.
âcareful. look any prettier and someone might mistake you as my girlfriend.â gaeul quipped. she finds herself grinning proudly as you laugh.
âyou look dashing yourself! they probably already think youâre my boyfriend, but youâre not neglecting me for âa night with the boysâ so we would get found out quickly.â you sighed. you were clearly disappointed, but you covered it up with another laugh before sipping on the glass of water gaeul kindly ordered for you.
âthen today is a date. he probably hasnât taken you in one for ages, anyway.â gaeul doesnât know if youâll actually buy it. she wasnât even joking! as far as she knows, his version of dates is taking you on a boring ass car ride and spoiling you with useless shit. she knows what you want on dates. she knows what you want in general. let this work.
you giggled, âtrue. itâs a date then.â and she doesnât miss the shy smile on your face afterwards.
well! it looks like this was going to be easier than gaeul predicted.
as the two of you ate your lunch, you talked about school and how life has been treating you both. you were thriving for the most part! you were up to date with your coursework, your job hasnât been too demanding or taxing, and you were able to have enough breathing space in your life to actually meet up with gaeul, like right now! it seems like the only problem in your life was your boyfriend. he hasnât been spending too much time with you, and one would think it might be because heâs gotten busier but nope, heâs as shitty as gaeul describes him to be. he only wants to hang out with his team and his stupid friends, and he barely talks to you even in text! that asshole.
gaeul didnât let you dwell on it all though. she absolutely detests seeing you upset. especially over that useless fucker. she distracts you with a few funny shenanigans from working in her dadâs shop, and how she has actually been doing quite well in her classes! it was clearly your influence. hell, if it werenât for you, gaeul wouldnât even be in college at all! you gave her direction, and now you were giving her all the motivation she needs to make it through one school day at a time.
fuck, your boyfriend was so lucky. gaeul has to let you see that he wasnât worth anything youâre giving him. she has to pull you away and make you see that a pretty girl like you needs to feel good!
in more ways than one.
âso, boyfriend, where are we going?â you joked as you settled yourself in the passenger seat of her car. while gaeul started the engine, that was when she put her little scheme in motion.
âbowling. or rather, sending the balls to the gutter for two hours straight.â she said. bowling happens to be your favorite stress reliever, it always has been! gaeul always liked watching you as you played. even when you didnât hit any of the pins, you still had fun. gaeul was willing to bet that your pathetic boyfriend rarely ever takes you bowling.
âgod youâre the best.â
âmhm, i know.â
from then on, gaeul knew it was going to be a breeze. especially when she did get on the road and you just allowed her to put her hand on your thigh. you didnât even notice at first, occupied with fixing your charming but unruly hair. but then gaeul lightly squeezed your thigh, caressing slowly just to test the waters, and finally, you noticed her. she was afraid that your attitude would change, but it seemed like⊠you liked what she was doing. and so gaeulâs hand stays in place. she took note of how you squeezed your legs together every time she caresses your skin gently, or how you would sometimes put your hand on top of hers.
the drive to the bowling alley was quiet, save for the music youâve put on, of course. silence was a rarity between the two of you since there was always something to catch up on, things to complain and whine about, people to talk shit about, and casual conversations that have become needed just to have some sense of normality in your chaotic lives. gaeul was afraid she had made you uncomfortable because come on, she was quite literally trying to take over your boyfriendâs place! joke or not, this was bound to make you just the least bit weirded out!
imagine gaeulâs surprise when she briefly glanced over to your direction and find you looking relaxed. not even the constant buzzing of your phone was able to break your focus on the road. just like that, gaeul doesnât stop a smile from forming on her face. forget about him.
and it seems like as soon as gaeul parked her car near the bowling alleyâyou did! you took gaeulâs arm and started gingerly dragging her through the doors, giggling as you did so. it was easy to secure a spot for the two of you, the place wasnât too busy yet after all.
âtwo hours of this? you ready to lose, kim?â you said with a mocking smile as you approached the lane. gaeul sat back on the couches behind you, smirking as she very shamelessly checked your backside out unbeknownst to you. there was a small table in the middle of the u-shaped couch that gaeul sat on where you laid down your phone. as you busied yourself making your cute little bowling profile on the monitor near the lane, gaeul glances down at your phone that kept lighting up at it vibrated. your boyfriend was calling you, and he has sent you a dozen or more messages that you still havenât bothered to look at.
gaeul sneers at the picture of your boyfriend on the screen. he really didnât deserve you! luckily for him, she will happily take you off his hands. gaeul takes your phone and declines the call, smiling happily when she leaned back on the couch and continued on staring at your beautiful form. you hooked a medium-sized ball with your hand and prepared yourselfâsure, you were never the best at the sport but you were to have fun and have fun only! and so you delivered the ball and hit exactly seven pins. gaeul tilts her head a bit to see the look of pure joy on your face and finds herself grinning along with you.
for once, it was not at all a bad start for you! you grabbed the smaller ball and prepared to take down the last three pins at the other end of the lane. upon staring at your near flawless little pose that especially accentuated your ass, gaeul whistles. the sound catches you off-guard and you end up messing up your throw, sending the ball into the gutter in a fit of laughter.
âyou little devil.â you said, playfully glaring at your best friend who has stood up and started stretching all of her limbs.
âthis is where your short-lived lucky streak ends,â gaeul pats your butt as she approaches the lane. and of course, she didnât lie. gaeul delivers a ball and hits her first (and certainly not last!) strike. she winked at you while you stared at her, mouth agape at how she didnât even hesitate to not go easy on you. âcat got your tongue, baby?â your best friend teased.
you donât even notice the nickname, what with your competitive spirit alive and well. âoh, it is so on, kim gaeul!â
and for the next two hours, you and gaeul had the best time of your life in that bowling alley. the longer the two of you were together and the more you got drunk from pure joy of being with each other, gaeul got bolder. she was touching your waist, your back, and sometimes even rested her hand on your ass for more than a few seconds! you didnât careâin fact, you were just as bad! grabbing her and pulling her close to whisper things in her ear (partly because the music would have drowned your voice, mostly because you wanted gaeul nearer), allowing her to not-so-discreetly touch you in places a best friend should definitely not, and finally, sitting on her lap, playing with the collar of her shirt and telling her to take you to her home.
exactly zero innocent intent at all, and gaeul was seemingly more than happy to comply!
on the way to gaeulâs apartment, it was noticeably⊠warm. both of your hearts were beating fast and loud from anticipation. gaeul yearned to feel your skin without the hindrance of your clothes getting in the way. her fingertips itched to feel goosebumps run along your arm, shoulders, and back as she touched you in ways she always dreamed of doing. her lips longed to taste yours since she knew that peach-flavored chapstick you two liked to share would taste so much sweeter if you were the direct source. gaeul wanted you, and she was going to have youâboyfriend be fucking damned.
when gaeul flipped the lock on her door, the two of you were all over each other. bags and jackets thrown to some random corners, shoes messily removed and left all over the living room area. gaeul barely twisted open the doorknob of her bedroom door, being so focused on exploring every crevice of your mouth with her tongue until she tugs you inside her room. her lips stayed locked with yours as she sat on her bed and pulled you to her lap, hiking your dress up and squeezing your ass. your moans were much, much sweeter than she imagined. she shivers at the feeling of your fingers playing with the back of her neck, her own whimpers only encouraging you to busy your hands with unbuttoning her shirt.
when youâve successfully taken her shirt off, your dress was next. and gaeul made sure to take her sweet time with that! her hands caressed your thighs, gently squeezed your hips and even moved you so you could grind on her thigh (the cute whine she earned from that was very much appreciated!), and then her hands stayed wrapped around your waist as she placed soft kisses along your collarbone. you could feel her smile against your skin when you squeezed at her arms, knowing damn well what you wanted but refusing to give it to you because⊠well, if this happens to be the only time she fucks you then she might as well make it last!
finally, when gaeul was satisfied with the little marks she had left on your collarbone, she started pulling the ribbon on your back and loosened up your dress. âyou made sure to look pretty for me, huh?â she asked as she watched you undress yourself. she took note of the bright blush on your cheeks under her dark stare, and it made her think that perhaps she wasnât the only one who was thinking of fucking her best friend for the longest time. meanwhile, in your defense, itâs been quite a while since you had to dress yourself up and what better occasion to do that than hanging out with your best friend?
plus, if it got you to get fucked by the friend in question then youâd say that the two-hour preparation was worth it!
when gaeul laid you down on the bed, she noticed how you suddenly became quite tense, looking as though your boyfriend was about to come breaking down gaeulâs doors to drag you back with him. gaeul made sure to relieve you by kissing your forehead, taking your hands with hers and then putting your knuckles to her lips. âyouâre safe with me, (y/n).â she whispered, pecking your knuckles gently and smiling at you. sure, it works⊠but the fear that bubbled up in your stomach did not go away.
âif he finds out about thisâŠâ you pull your best friend close, letting her embrace you while you wrap your arms around her neck.
gaeul scoffed arrogantly, âhe wonâtââ
ââif he does, i donât know what iâll do,â you never told gaeul that your boyfriend has been watching out for her for the longest time. he was always suspicious of gaeul, saying that he was so sure that she wanted to fuck you and make you hers. because of his suspicions (that now proved to be true), he always made sure to be annoying and text you and call you an absurd amount of times whenever you were hanging out with gaeul. he never does that when youâre out with your other friends. no. that behavior was reserved for the one person he was threatened by. âi donât want him to hurt you.â you said. you canât even imagine what he would do to you, let alone the girl he absolutely detests.
âheâs as dumb as a brick. i could fuck you in his own bathroom and heâd have no idea.â gaeul makes a mental note to reserve that exact scenario in the future.
you couldnât help but stifle a laugh, âyou know he can very much send you to the hospital, right? heâs like, three heads taller than you!â
âthree heads yet heâs still stupid enough to treat you horribly and practically give you away to me,â gaeul sneaks her hands behind you, unclasps your bra and pulls it off of you in one swift motion. your heart beats louder every second gaeulâs eyes travel downward, soaking in more and more of your naked beauty that she longed to set her eyes on forever. âiâll teach him a thing or two about giving a pretty girl the pleasure she deserves.â
every doubt and fear you had evaporates into nothing as soon as gaeul puts her lips against your skin once again. sucking, biting, lickingâanything she can do to leave marks and make you remember this night akin to a skilled painter perfecting their masterpiece with every stroke. you feel gaeulâs hand trail down your stomach and palm your soaked panties, and you had an almost automatic reaction to grind against her, blushing wildly upon hearing her chuckle at your enthusiasm. gaeul wraps her warm mouth around your nipple, your back arching at the feeling. an embarrassingly loud moan escapes your mouth when she flicks the hardened bud and presses her palm flat against your clit at the same time.
you were losing further control of your actions. grinding restlessly on gaeulâs hand for further pleasure, taking her free hand to play with your other breast, and even pushing her head impossibly closer to your chest. she was skilled with her tongueâyou shuddered at the mere thought of what else she could do to you should this night go on for longer. you feel gaeul slide her hand inside your panties, only to feel your pussy with her fingers rather than fucking you immediately.
it was adorable how impatient you were. you needed and wanted to be pleasured. it must have been quite a while since youâve gotten some actionâgaeul isnât surprised that even in sex your boyfriend canât deliver. every flick of your nipple, every pinch to the other one, every parting of your pussy lips, and every brush against your clit, you were mewling. you would be embarrassed if you actually heard yourself but instead, all you could focus on was the little pleasure gaeul was giving you right now.
âthat feel good, hon?â gaeul asks as she presses her lower palm against your clit harder than ever. she found your little nods endearing and your inability to find the words to answer her only inflates her ego, but as much as she would love to tease you all day long, she was just as desperate for you as you are for her.
âhow long has it been since heâs made you cum?â she asked, slowly pulling your panties off and letting it drop to the floor. gaeul keeps her eyes fixed on you, looking for discomfort or doubt or any sign that tells her how you could be feeling about all of this. while gaeul knows that the two of you have already crossed a point of no return, she knows that if you gave yourself the time to think about all of this, you would come to your senses. in other words, you would get the fuck out of her house and never talk to her again. it would be disheartening, yes, but gaeul unfortunately knows you well enough to know that it would be possible.
to her surprise though, you seemed to have stopped caring now. you didnât even bother to glance at your phone that was on the floor, vibrating wildly due to the amount of times you were being called by your boyfriend. you only silently beckoned for gaeul to touch you, to taste you, to claim you. and gaeul doesnât need to be asked twice to oblige!
âhe⊠he has never made me cum.â you admitted, looking away from the embarrassment.
âare you serious?â gaeul laughs, but then her jovial expression is replaced with an incredulous one. âyou guys do have sex, right?â
âof course we do! just⊠h-heâs horrible at it⊠every time weâre done, i have to get myself off because he never can!â you covered your face in frustration, now just wondering how you actually survived years without being able to cum with your partner during the act.
âfuck, he really is worth nothing at all, huh?â gaeul cackles. ah, poor you⊠but you didnât have to worry about not cumming tonight, because gaeul just now made a silent promise that sheâll make you cum as many times as you want. she lowers herself so she could be facing your pussy, all wet and ready just for her. just as gaeul was about to bury her face in between your legs, you take a hold of one of her hands and intertwine it with yours, making her heart swell with affection. she doesnât look back up at you, knowing that the blush on her cheeks would be too noticeable. gaeul starts off giving your cunt gentle kisses and little licksâhearing you softly whimper and seeing you jolt every time the tip of her tongue so much as brush slightly around your clit gets her adrenaline going, and eventually, gaeul commits herself to eating you out.
within mere minutes of practically making out with your pussy, gael feels you put your free hand behind gaeulâs head and pushes her closer. âmoreâŠâ you could barely say, too caught up with the euphoric feeling gaeul has instilled in you using her tongue alone. it takes everything in gaeul to let go of your hand to part your lips to have better access to your clit, and when you grabbed a fistful of her hair and let out a beautiful moan, gaeul knew she was doing something right.
something adorable gaeul notices is that you were extremely sensitive when it comes to your clit, more than any woman gaeul has ever been intimate with and even herself. she licks a stripe up your cunt, relishing in your taste and the way you whine her name, before sucking on your clit. itâs almost as if youâve never had your pussy eaten out this good before! and truthfully, you really havenât. gaeulâs own satisfied moans created a buzz in your head, letting you know just how much she loved and savored your taste with each lick. she brings a new kind of pleasure when she makes out with your clit at a gentle, slow pace. the kind of pleasure you would never find your boyfriend (or anyone else for that matter) to be giving you.
it almost makes you wonder what gaeulâs true intentions were. of course, you werenât expecting her to be completely in love with you. if she was, the first thing she would do to show it was not making you cheat on your boyfriend with her. was she just looking for a quick hook-up? but if that was the case, she could have just grabbed some random girl instead of putting your friendship in an awkward spot like this. perhaps you were just another box in a list that she wants to check off, but that would be cruel and completely unlike the gaeul you have known since the two of you were young. with the way she was cautious with how she fucked you, touched you, and even handled you during all of this, you wanted to believe that she has some sort of undiscovered feelings towards you.
but why were you even thinking about that? did you even have feelings for her? that was a dangerous territory you never wanted to explore, not when you cherished your friendship too much. but the âideaâ of dating your own best friend was never really just an idea with you. not when gaeul had ten times the charm that makes your boyfriend look like some hopeless wimp. not when gaeul will forever be the person that knows you the best. not when every time she does something as simple as tell you youâre pretty, or open a door for you, or laugh at your jokes, or smile at you so handsomely, the tiniest of butterflies flutter around in your stomach.
it was a scary feeling, one that you always hoped to go away one day but these days, and especially today, it has been hard. maybe when this is over⊠you donât have to run away from it anymore, because when you look at gaeulâs eyes that pierced right through yours even as she was eating you out, you can see something beyond the hunger, the lust, and the desperation.
whatever it was, you found yourself more willing to uncover it, even if it might ruin everything.
âyouâre so perfect, (y/n)...â gaeul snaps you out of your trance and immediately after, she dips her tongue inside you. âyouâre better off with someone else⊠someone who knows you better, inside and out⊠mmhn... donât you agree, princess?â
you whine shamelessly, ây-yes..! ahh⊠with youâŠâ now you didnât even mean to let that slip past your lips, but gaeul seems beyond satisfied that you did. completely addicted to your taste, gaeul pulls you closer and further down the bed by your waist, your back arching with how well she was using her mouth. the pleasure gaeul brought was enough to make your thighs twitch, your legs slightly rise in the air, and your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
âyou cumming soon, babyâŠ?â gaeul asks, briefly lifting her head slightly from in between your legs. a sly smirk graced her features, knowing that the cause of your incoherence was her. it gives her the confidence to do a lot more to you, to do everything she has been wanting to do for years. you seem to notice how she had paused to stare at you, and you shoved her face back down to your core, earning a chuckle from her. gaeul pushes your thigh back, almost lifting your leg up, for better access and eats you out better than before as if that was even possible.
at this point both of your hands were on her head. you would be worried about the tight grip you had on her hair but you were way too busy on that tight knot in your stomach. you think you hear gaeul encouraging you to cum, and you can vaguely feel her palm resting on your stomach and it does help you relax a bit. enough for you to have the strength to look down at your best friend, whose eyes have always been on you this entire time. god, she was pretty⊠and she looked like she belonged right where she was. she didnât give you any more time to admire her though, as a flick of her tongue on your clit sends you to a blissful orgasm.
your body softly falls backwards your bed as you throw your head back with only gaeulâs name filling the air. gaeul spends a good few seconds staring at your faceâher doing. you were simply bewitching in her eyes. she made sure to take her time cleaning you up while you came down from your high, waiting patiently until youâve caught your breath and calmed down. she sees you breathing normally and smiles before rising up, attacking your face with a barrage of kisses while you laugh and take her in your arms.
âdonât get comfortable. this is all weâre doing until morning.â gaeul, more than ready to please you all day and night long, places a wet kiss on your collarbone before sliding her hand in between your legs. she was well on her way down your core until her phone blares loudlyâsomeone was calling her. she ignores the sound, opting to kiss down your neck while her fingers start ghosting over your clit. and just then, you turned your head and got a glimpse of the caller id on the gaeulâs screen. but gaeul sees it first and she swipes her phone away with a dark chuckle.
âw-who is itâŠ?â you asked quietly, not wanting to alert whoever was on the other end. gaeulâs smile grows wider as she puts the caller on speaker. your heart drops to your stomach as soon as you hear the other personâs voice.Â
a man. your man. your fucking boyfriend!
âare you there, kim?â
sheer panic courses within you. you tried grabbing gaeulâs hand, but she moves away, pressing a single finger against your lip. and then her mouth moves, but she doesnât make a sound. trust me, she says silently. you kept still, trusting your best friend to not do anything stupid. of course she wouldnât put you in any danger just to have fun, but you did worry that she would set your boyfriend off enough for him to do something to her. your heart beats loudly in your chest and goosebumps appear all over your skin. you were terrified beyond comprehension, but gaeulâs soft caresses and reassuring eyes comfort you, even just a little bit.
âwhat do you want?â gaeul asked, annoyed that he just had to interrupt the two of you. her hand once again travels downwards your body until she reaches your cunt. she traces your lips before inserting the smallest length of her two fingers, making you bite back a moan.
âwhereâs (y/n)? why isnât she answering her phone?â
gaeul grins and plunges her fingers deep inside you, she couldnât hold back a quiet laugh as she watched you choke out a moan. you immediately covered your mouth, pitifully glaring at your best friend but not being completely mad at her. her fingers felt too good inside youâstaying perfectly still just to get you to get used to the feeling until she starts moving, slow and steady as if she herself was savoring the feeling of your cunt clench around her digits.
âwhat was that? is that her? are you fucking my girlfriend?!â
gaeul cackles, âyou wouldnât know what (y/n) sounds like when being fucked even if youâre the one fucking her.â she increases her pace, even nodding towards you to get you to relax and just keep trusting her because she could feel your fear. it made her angry. no one should claim to be your partner if they made you feel so afraid of them. you shouldnât have to beg for them for their time and love either. if gaeul had known that this was what everything from back then would lead up to, then she wouldâve intervened when you and your boyfriend were still just acquaintances. but there was no point in dwelling on that because she has the opportunity to make this all right.
and the correct ending to all of this was her freeing you from him, him ending up all alone, and the two of you figuring out what to do with each other.
âyou bitch! i swear to god if thatâs (y/n)ââ
ââiâm not fucking my best friend, shithead. you should start worrying more about the fact that sheâs refusing to call your lacking ass back.â gaeul watches you intently as you slowly lose most of yourself to her. moving your hips accordingly, meeting her little thrusts with eagerness that only got gaeul herself drenched. you tugged on gaeulâs top, silently asking her to get off the call already and just fuck you. and that you didnât have to ask her twice, of course. while your boyfriend kept yelling at her, gaeul ends the call before blissfully dropping her phone to the ground.
you donât know what came over you, but all of a sudden you wanted to see your best friend under you. tugging her down harder, catching her lips with yours in a searing kiss⊠feeling sick satisfaction in you when she stiffened at your sudden surge of passion, and using her shock to flip your positions over. gaeul pulls her fingers out, putting them on your hips instead and trying to keep up with the way you kissed her feverishly.
âyouâre cuteâŠâ gaeul whispers, thoroughly entertained by you. ugh, those eyes. that nose, her perfect moles, her smile, that mouth⊠fuck. you have to feel her lips on your pussy again but this time⊠you wanted to be in control. you smile at your best friend as you swipe your thumb across her lips before getting in position.
âholy shit, (y/n)ââ
ââshut up, man.â you cut her off with your face so warm you think you might explode. she didnât look like she was turned off by the idea. in fact, gaeul places her hands on your thighs, looking more excited than she has ever been this entire time. ât-tell me if iâm hurting you⊠or anything.â you said. gaeul merely nods, eyes focused on your core. you were going to say a few more words, maybe tell her that you havenât sat on anyoneâs face in a while so you might be bad at this but gaeul couldnât wait another second. she pulls you down, and the sound that escapes your lips when her nose bumps against your clit was simply criminal.
âffuckâŠ! oh, g-godâŠ!â with one hand tightly gripping the headboard and the other holding onto a random pillow, you start riding gaeulâs face. and again, she was moaning. as if a better flavor has never graced her tongue until she got to taste you. gosh, the way you threw your head back and let every lewd sound fill the air as you rode her got gaeul clenching, but she couldnât keep her hands off of you either. she squeezed your thighs, almost as if she was encouraging you to go faster and just use her.
âmmhgn⊠so good⊠more, please..â letting go of the pillow and the headboard, you put your hands on gaeulâs head. you ride her faster, focused on pleasing yourself and chasing another orgasm while gaeul does her work with her tongue. it was getting harder and harder to hold herself back from touching her own pussy; she was too drenched and you were simply too delicious. at this rate, she might just cum untouched! the idea of it was humiliating almost, but gaeul figured that if she made you cum hard enough then you wouldnât even realize what had happened to her. but then again⊠why would she go through all that trouble?
with one hand, gaeul reaches down and unzips her jeans, sliding further down and massaging her clit through her panties. of course, you donât see this. you donât even hear gaeul over the sound of your whimpering and moaningâall you wanted was to use her mouth to get yourself off. you managed to open your eyes slightly, however, and looked down at gaeul. her eyes were shut off, eyebrows furrowed deeply as she diligently ate out and fingered herself at the same time.Â
you heart swells as you allow yourself to etch every single facial feature of hers in your mind. you didnât think youâd find a more fitting place for your best friend. it turns out she looked good underneath you, too! when you got distracted by admiring gaeulâs face, you felt a sting on your ass. you gasped loudly, and although it caught you off guard, you liked it. you moved your hips enthusiastically as gaeul squeezed your ass, now glaring at you to intimidate you to keep going. and it works! well, itâs not like you were going to stop just like that.
âp-pretty⊠you belong right hereâŠâ you said, gripping her hair tighter. gaeul moans at your words and she feels herself only clenching tighter around her own fingers. she didnât expect to get so turned on by merely fucking you and hearing you talk to her in such a different way than usual. she pushes her tongue inside your cunt, making you scream in pleasure. gaeulâs ears ring at the sound of your voiceâshe was sure now that you wouldnât dare go back to that pathetic boyfriend of yours.
you were hers now. and she has always been yours.
âgaeul⊠babe, iâm cummingâgodâŠ!â with one last thrust on your best friendâs face, you came. moaning blissfully in the air as gaeul allowed you to ride your orgasm out, and while she laps up your cum as best as she could, she hits a satisfying climax which grants you the perfect chance to hear a cute squeak from her. gaeul removes her hand from her panties and holds you down on her face, not entirely satisfied to let you go even though she can see that you can barely keep yourself sitting. that wasnât going to be a problem anymore though as gaeul once again flipped your positions so you would be sitting on the bed and she would still be in between your legs.
âmmh⊠stop, iâm tired⊠please.â you shake your head weakly, gently tapping gaeulâs hand. fortunately enough, your best friend respected your wishes and stopped, opting to scoop you up in her arms instead and hug you. you laughed at how much of a mess you made on your best friendâs face, wiping all of it clean with your hands before giving her a quick kiss. gaeul doesnât forget to get rid of her pants before staying completely still in bed with you, staring at nothing but your pretty face for minutes on end.
you think you fell asleep a couple of times, and you ended up always opening your eyes to gaeul smiling dumbly at you like a lovesick puppy. if you had known gaeul allowed herself to see you in such a different light, then you wouldnât have wasted time trying to fall in love with a boy who did nothing good for you. but no matter, you were going to leave him, and finally, you and your best friend can work towards a more fulfilling relationship for the two of you.
âi always knew itâd be you in the end.â gaeul whispers as she leaves the tiniest and sweetest kisses on your knuckles.
the tiniest bits of fear settled in the pit of your stomachâyou didnât want your boyfriend to find out about this at all. you wanted to protect gaeul and dump his ass with as much as peace as you can manage, but you know he was going to bring her up somehow. at the end of the day, the blame should be put on you since you were the one who allowed gaeul to make those advances towards you anyway⊠but you knew all too well that that wouldnât stop your boyfriend from coming up with an excuse to try and confront your best friend.
but every time you dwelled on those thoughts, gaeul somehow notices it and keeps your eyes on her. she knew she would be able to pull your attention to something else and that she does rather effortlessly. and you knew that you would be safe, as long as you were with her.
you laugh at her words, âiâm glad that you didnât fuck me just because iâm hot and you hate my boyfriend.â you joked, earning a playful slap on the shoulder.
âno, stupid,â gaeul pulls you closer by your waist, kissing your nose. âi love you.â
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