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âWhat if - what if I tell him I love him, but itâs too soon and scares him off?âÂ
Buck was getting more emotional as the conversation went on. He had come to dispatch hoping for advice from Maddie, and he doesnât really know what he wants or needs to hear.Â
âBuck, I think -â
âBuck?â Josh peeked into the break room, a confused smile on his face. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI uh - I was asking Maddie about - well -â
âHeâs in love,â Maddie said for him. Traitor.
Joshâs face lit up. âOoh, is this the hot pilot? I can see why.â
âBut I - itâs,â Buck stuttered, âitâs too soon, though, right?â
Eyebrows creasing, Josh asked, âHow long have you been together?â
âOnly seven months.â
âOnly seven months?â Joshâs eyebrows shot up. Maddie elbowed him in the side. âRight, sorry, um. Well, do you feel it?â
âFeel - what?â Buck asked, looking frantically from Josh to Maddie and back.
âLike youâre in love, Evan,â Maddie said.
âOh! Well, yeah. I - Iâve been in love before. Itâs never really felt like this, but I know itâs love.â When Maddie and Josh shared a look, Buck asked, âWhat? What was that?â
A gentle smile spread across Joshâs face. âYou should tell him.â
âBut what if itâs too early? What if I scare him? I always move too fast and jump into things before thinking them through. I donât want to screw this up.â
âEvan,â Maddie said, coming around the counter to lay a comforting hand on his arm, âthat youâre even worried itâs too soon is a good sign that youâve thought this through.â
Josh nodded in agreement. âAnd youâre serious about him. Anyone with eyes can see that.â
Releasing a shaky breath, Buck asked quietly, âWhat if he doesnât say it back? He doesnât have to, of course, but - but what do I do if he doesnât?â
âYou reassure him that he doesnât need to say anything. You just want him to know how you feel,â Josh said, sharing another look with Maddie. âBut I donât think you need to worry about that.â
âWhat? Why?â
Maddie softly squeezed his arm. âHave you seen the way he looks at you?â
Buck couldnât help but think of the way Tommy had looked at him just that morning, lying next to him, the soft morning light catching the blue of his eyes just right. He huffed a quiet laugh.
âMaybe youâre right.â He swallowed roughly, made his decision, and said, âThereâs only one way to find out.â
#911 abc#911 spoilers#911 speculation#evan buckley#maddie han#josh russo#the ally and the beast#bucktommy#TEVAN#jules writes
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hi maeeee!! can i request a poly! marauders where maybe reader is fighting with only one them and the others are shocked when they find out and try their very best to fix it even though things are quite tense? thanks maeeeee ilyyyyđđđ
Thanks for your patience with this one angel! It's not as angsty as I planned when I started writing it, but I hope you enjoy it <3
poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠1.8k words
Itâs James who finds you this time. Youâre curled up in a corner of the couch, pretending to read whilst secretly feeling sorry for yourself. Your boyfriend sits next to you, touching your shoulder so that you turn to him for a kiss.Â
âStill upset?â he asks after a peck.Â
You ignore the complicated, knotty feeling that makes itself known in your chest. âNot at you.âÂ
âNo, I know.â James smiles a little, gifting you another kiss. âIâd be coming in here with my tail between my legs if you were. Iâd hate to be on the wrong side of either you or Remâs wrath.âÂ
You stay quiet. You wouldnât go so far as to call what youâre feeling wrathâthat seems a tad dramatic to describe the low flame of vexation youâve been burning for your tallest boyfriendâbut you donât feel like opening yourself up to the subject with James. Youâve already heard it from Sirius this morning.Â
âAngel.â James gives your shoulder a cajoling squeeze. âCome on, when are the two of you going to get past this? Itâs very awkward sleeping in the same bed with two people who are quarreling, you know.âÂ
âWe sleep exactly the same as every other night.âÂ
âThereâs underlying tension,â he counters lightly. You roll your eyes, and James laughs. âOi, donât get cross with me now, too. Iâm just telling you about my lived experience.â He leans his head on your shoulder, all sweetness and treachery. âYouâre really not gonna forgive him? You know heâs gonna stick you with Sirius in the divorce.âÂ
You huff a laugh. James grins up at you hopefully. You know thereâs some sense to what heâs saying; one of you has to be the bigger person eventually. It had started small, a stupid disagreement, but you and Remus are each stubborn and petty enough to not want to admit where you were wrong. Now youâre more angry with him for being angry with you than for anything else.Â
When you think of his coldness to youânever mind the fact that youâve been cold to him in turnâthat flame of vexation burns a little brighter.Â
âI donât know why youâre over here trying to convince me,â you tell James. âI wonât have any problem forgiving him if he actually apologizes.âÂ
James sighs. You look down at your book to avoid his disappointment.Â
âOkay, then. But he does feel really bad, so you know. Heâs in the bedroom with one of his headaches, and he asked if you were still upset with him.â You look up. James levels you with a weighted look. âCould probably really use a cuddle, if you two were on good terms.âÂ
James is at least only somewhat smug when you abandon your book to go to the bedroom. You pass Sirius in the hall, who gives you a smile and a firm peck on the lips, likely having just left Remus himself. You enter the bedroom expecting to see the curtains drawn, lights off, and your poorly boyfriend in bed, but instead Remus is standing, well lit by the daylight streaming in through the windows, book tented on the bed still made from this morning. He appears as though he was just on his way out.Â
âErm, hi,â he says, brows pulled together in the middle. He looks to be studying you. âAre you alright?âÂ
âFine,â you answer, bemused. âAreâŚare you?â
âYeah. Why wouldnât I be?âÂ
The door clicks shut behind you. You startle at the sound, not having closed it yourself. Then, you watch as a resigned sort of irritation comes over Remusâ features at the same time as it settles into you.Â
âPricks.â He moves past you to the door, jiggling the handle. âIt only locks from the inside, you twats.âÂ
âLove you too,â comes Siriusâ voice. âYou can come out after you kiss and make up.âÂ
âAnd say youâre sorry!â adds James.Â
Remus scowls.Â
âOpen it,â you tell him.Â
âWhat do you think Iâm trying to do? One of them is holding it shut.âÂ
âLet me try.âÂ
âBe my guest.â Remus steps back, letting you have a go at the handle. By putting everything you have into it you manage to twist it, but you canât get it open even an inch.Â
âDonât hurt yourself, gorgeous.â Sirius sounds smug enough to make your face feel hot. âJames is holding it on the other side here, a few more minutes and youâll make him break a sweat.âÂ
You let go of the handle with a huff, turning and stalking towards the bedroom window. You start moving the desk out of your way.Â
âWould you really rather climb out the window than be in a room with me?â asks Remus. You look over your shoulder, and heâs sitting on the bed, side-eyeing you with his back propped against the pillows.Â
âItâs not about you.â You shove your hip into the desk, budging it enough for you to get at the window latch. âThey lied and made me feel all guilty just so they could lock us in here.â��
âWhatâd they tell you?â
You try to get your fingernail behind the latch. âIt doesnât matter.âÂ
âSirius had me thinking you were quite upset.âÂ
âYeah, and probably that I was asking after you, right? James told me you had a bad headache.âÂ
A chuckle. âThat was enough to make you come in here looking so flustered?âÂ
âMy mistake,â you huff, but it turns to a short whimper when your nail breaks. âChrist, youâd think theyâd make these easier to open. What if there was a fire?âÂ
âDonât go out the window,â Remus says calmly. âYouâll ruin your tights.âÂ
You work another nail behind the latch. âI canât just let them win.âÂ
âMm. Thatâs a bit of a problem for you, is it?âÂ
A bitter coolness settles over you. You turn, crossing your arms. âSomething to say?âÂ
Remus picks up his book, cornering a page. âJust making an observation, is all.âÂ
âRemus,â you say sternly. âDonât act like youâre any better. You couldâve apologized at any time.âÂ
Your boyfriend levels you with a look. âWould that really have made a difference?â
âYes!âÂ
âHonestly?â He looks like he doesnât believe you. âAll I have to do is say Iâm sorry, and youâll forget about all of this and be completely happy with me?âÂ
You shake your head, bewildered. ââŚYeah. I mean, I would want to know that you understood how you hurt my feelings, but yeah. Really, itâs not that complicated.âÂ
Remusâ expression softens. âI do understand that, dove. Do you understand how you hurt mine?âÂ
âIâŚâ You find you canât quite look at him. âI imagine itâs sort of similar. Because Iâve been cold to you.âÂ
âAnd because you wouldnât hear me out,â he says. It doesnât sound like I told you so, not smug so much as gentle. âBut it was a small thing to begin with, wasnât it? Iâm ready to be past it.âÂ
You frown at him. âItâs not about the argument for me. Iâm already past that, itâs just everything else.âÂ
Remus considers you. âWould you come here, please?âÂ
You swear you wouldnât go if he didnât sound so kind. But you find yourself with your legs curled underneath you on the bed in front of him, Remus coaxing your hands into his.Â
âIâm sorry I hurt your feelings,â he says sincerely, looking you in the eyes. âIt was a silly argument, and I shouldnât have been so stubborn.âÂ
You chew the inside of your cheek, sizing up whether he means it. âIâŚalso could have been less stubborn,â you admit begrudgingly. Your tone softens. âIâm sorry I hurt your feelings, too. I didnât mean to.âÂ
âI know, sweetheart.â Remusâ touch coasts from your hands up your arms as he pulls you closer to kiss your forehead. âAre we okay?âÂ
âYeah,â you say, mollified.Â
He smiles at you. âHear that?â he says towards the door. âYou can let us out now.âÂ
Thereâs no response.Â
Remus frowns as you get out of bed, going to try the handle. The door comes open, revealing and empty hallway.Â
âPricks,â Remus mutters.Â
You find your boyfriends in the living room, James flicking through channels on the telly while Sirius reads the back cover of your book. James notices you first.Â
âOh, hello.â He grins at you as Sirius looks over. âAll sorted, then?âÂ
Youâre half tempted to pretend you didnât make up just to spite them. When you look over at Remus, you suspect heâs thinking the same thing.Â
âThat was sort of mean, lying to me like that,â you say to James instead.Â
He looks a bit contrite, but Sirius says insouciantly, âYou were never gonna do it by yourselves, babe. We werenât ready to start divvying up the furniture because you wanted to have a row.âÂ
You kiss your teeth. âI think I might be having a row with you now.âÂ
âWhat, us?â Jamesâ eyebrows rise above the frames of his glasses. âWhat for?âÂ
âYou lied to us both to make us feel bad,â Remus reminds him, âand then locked us in the bedroom.âÂ
Sirius isnât impressed. âWell, it wasnât really locked, was it. If youâd gotten desperate, you couldâve taken it off the hinges. Or just checked again after a couple minutes.âÂ
âShe broke her nail trying to get the window open.âÂ
You hold up your torn fingernail as proof. Sirius coos, reaching for your finger and bringing it to his lips while you scowl at him.Â
âSorry, lovie. We had a plan to bring you food in a couple hours,â says James. âWe were even going to let you out for bathroom breaks if you needed to go.âÂ
âReally, you wrapped it up much quicker than we were expecting,â Sirius praises. Heâs still holding your finger, drawing his thumb up and down the side in easy, consoling strokes. âWe thought youâd ice each other out until supper at least. Iâm quite proud of you.âÂ
Remus scoffs.Â
âOh, come now.â Sirius grins. âGive us a kiss.âÂ
You roll your eyes but turn to Remus, extricating your finger from Siriusâ grasp to meet him in a chaste kiss.Â
The other boys cheer. âThere we are!â James tilts his face up expectantly. âNow one for me.âÂ
You and Remus exchange a look.Â
âNo,â you say coolly, âI donât think so.â The two of you go to sit on the far side of the couch, away from both Sirius and James with you curled against Remusâ side. He looks a tad smug as he puts his arm around you.Â
âOi!â says Sirius. âLook what youâve done, youâve made James pull his sad puppy face. What do you have to say for yourselves?âÂ
âYou lied to us,â you say again, slowly, with emphasis, âand locked us in the bedroom.âÂ
Sirius scoffs. âSo dramatic.âÂ
âOh, thatâs rich.âÂ
âWill it help if we say sorry?â James asks meekly.Â
Remus looks at you. You shrug.Â
âMaybe,â he says. âYouâre more than welcome to try and find out.â
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Hmm⌠Loser!Simon đ¤ Have you done anything on him with a short!reader? (Iâm 5â1.75âđ¤)
babe, wake up, I posted something
Loser!Simon Riley adores how short you are, absolutely dwarfed by him. he didnât really know how to physically handle you when you first started dating. Simon is used to used being rough and tough - parading around as Ghost and manhandling other soldiers, bruising his knuckles while hitting a punching bag. you? youâre a little thing compared to him!
Loser!Simon Riley whoâs afraid to touch you at first. he didnât want to grab you too hard, tighten his grip uncomfortably around you - he settles for minimal, extremely light contact. when you hold hands? his is nearly limp, just barely making his hand stay intertwined with yours. cuddling? Simon lets you cozy up to him while he lays stiff as a board, one arm awkwardly wrapped around your waist
Loser!Simon Riley that gets more comfortable about touching you. he realizes you wonât break, wonât shatter beneath him, when he wakes up one morning. he had rolled half on top of you in his sleep and you just laughed it off, said he made a good weighted blanket. that made him feel better, suddenly heâs completely enamored with touching you. he doesnât purposely hold you too hard, but he can use some of his strenght to squeeze you when you hug, sets his palms on your hips to gently move you when he needs something
Loser!Simon Riley that canât help but stare at the top of your head. you catch him frequently, eyes dazed and lost in thought as he looks at you. in the kitchen, your bedroom, in public - he just follows closely behind you, zoned out for a moment before glancing around. you donât really think much of it, Simon has his quirks and you figured this was just one of them. well, until you hear him drunkenly mumble to himself at a pub, looking at you with those same dazed, smitten eyes, âTiny thing, could probâly bench you.â
CW: size difference (spoiler alert, too fucking big!!), thigh fucking
Loser!Simon whoâs big, thereâs no denying that his height and weight alone are nothing to scoff at. his muscles are another contributor, well trained and made for combat, a healthy layer of fat bulking him up even more. in bed heâs no different, but in the heat of the moment Simon wishes he wasnât so massive. maybe youâll both work your way up someday, fight through Simonâs impatience, but todayâs not the day. he doesnât fit, the stretch of him trying to slip into you is too much. even with copious amounts of prep and lube, Simon canât stomach the way you hiss and grip the sheets
Loser!Simon Riley that thinks one day, god, one day, heâd find himself fucking into you instead of against your thighs. it feels good all the same, his hand working you towards your release as he hopelessly ruts between your plush thighs, his free arm holding your legs together for him. he wishes he wasnât so damn big, eyes glued to where his tip disappears and reappears between your legs, smearing your skin with his pre. heâs tried to nudge his way into you, nearly orgasming when his head bullies its way into you - but ultimately pulling out because he feels bad seeing your eyes tear up
#this man wants to bench you#and he can!#loser!ghost#loser!simon riley#ghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost headcanons#ghost x you#ghost x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#cod#cod thoughts#call of duty#hit post
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i am angry. and i'm upset and hurt and disappointed and reeling etc. and i have my own personal feelings about what people have or have not been advocating for over the last few months leading up to this but i'm not sure any of it matters right now and i'm not sure why everyone is so ready to turn on each other. it seems pretty obvious right now that the problem wasn't third party voters or even people who abstained. it wasn't harris's stance on palestine/israel (in either direction). it wasn't the cheney endorsement. it wasn't anything related to her policies one way or another or anything we've all been arguing about for months now. none of it even fucking mattered, based on the numbers.
it's not a secret that this country hates women and loves white supremacy. i'm not going to make it easier for them to get rid of me, or you. i refuse to hold a knife to the throats of the people who are ultimately on my side, just because we might disagree about how to accomplish something. i am going to link arms with you and we're going to move forward together. we're going to do our daily clicks for palestine. we're going to donate e-sims and to pcrf. we're going to donate to ukraine. and abortion funds. we're going to continue helping with the border crisis. and trying to unfuck the climate. and whatever else we need to. we're going to get organized and we're not going to wait until the next election cycle to do it. we are also going to make sure we sign up for healthcare and take care of ourselves.
there are a billion things we need to do (and feel free to add links and resources to this post if you want to pass them on) but i'm simply not going to waste my energy fighting with people who aren't trying to kill me when so many others want me dead.
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Dear Black Women: Things You Can Do Today to Prepare for Whatâs Coming
Start a Commonplace Book: Fill it with gardening tips, food preservation techniques, safe spaces that offer resources, uplifting quotes or scriptures, survival techniquesâanything you might need or want to remember if digital access disappeared.
Consider a Vow of Abstinence: Childbirth has always been dangerous, but now itâs on another level. Protect your health and your body.
Talk to the Men in Your Life: If theyâre not doing whatâs needed to protect you and build community, itâs time to X them out. No room for dead weight.
Make a Plan: If things were to go wrong tomorrow, what resources do you have to protect yourself? Whereâs a safe place you can go to find community? If you donât have one yet, start lookingâASAP.
Get Real with Yourself: Look in the mirror and get honest about what youâre willing to do to protect yourself. Toughening up is non-negotiable. Nobody else is coming to save us.
Hone Your Skills: Whatever skills you have, build on them. You need to have something to offer to get what you need.
Do Your Research: Learn all you can about anything you feel might be useful to you. Whether itâs survival techniques, womenâs rights movements in other countries, the impact of political unrest, or what to expect when this country inevitably falls apartâprepare yourself. Equip yourself with the truth, no matter how ugly it may be.
Trust Your Own Judgment: Strengthen your instincts and learn to use discernment. The time for letting others make decisions for you or simply going along to get along is over. Take an active role in your life and in shaping what happens to you.
Keep Your Spirits High: Donât waste energy hate-watching Trump or his speechesâthey wonât tell you anything new. Turn off the TV and make sure your own household is strong.
Remember Our Resilience: We come from people who survived much worse with a lot less. Celebrate the small wins and appreciate what you have.
Stand Together: Do not let them turn us against each other. The most powerful thing we have is community.
There are things on this list I still need to do myself, but this is the path forward as I see it. We arenât superhuman and we canât outrun whatâs coming, but we can prepare ourselves and move accordingly.
#I think the general public is ready for this message now#We are never going back to that fake ass âwe are the worldâ era#Itâs okay to feel your feelings but we are not defeated or broken#Itâs just time to get comfortable with being uncomfortable#personal
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Boss!harry | series preview
This is a Patreon-only series!
Summary: Harry's your boss and you're trying really hard not to develop feelings for him.
Warning: This is an angsty series y'all!
His warm hand smoothed over your hip and curled around your side as he scooted in closer.
You weren't sure what to expect when he'd wake up. You thought maybe he'd be right back to business, take you back to your car so you could go home and get yourself ready for the day. You hadn't expected that he'd be kissing up the column of your neck to your jaw with hot puffs of breath falling from his mouth and spreading over your skin slowly like melting wax.
You also hadn't expected your body's immediate reaction to him. The liquid heat pooling between your naked thighs and the way your nipples tightened underneath the cotton of his t-shirt. When he slid his hand underneath the fabric and up your tummy to your breast you rattled a moan that sounded like desperation. The way he squeezed around your sensitive tits was something you had no idea you needed. He practically worshiped your nipples and the soft plush skin of your breasts the night before.
The blankets tangled around your ankle as you rolled to your side to face him and he pulled you in by your thigh, pressing your naked core against his morning wood.
Fuck.
It was one thing to have a wild night with your excruciatingly handsome boss, but it was another to do it again upon waking before you were meant to be at work and pretending like nothing had happened.
Pretending. You could pretend. You'd have to because he made it clear the night before that this wasn't a thing. That this was just sex and you'd need to keep it quiet. That it wasn't going to happen again. It couldn't.
Which meant the way he touched you was just sex, just something for that moment. The way the remnants of his palm prints burned into your skin left behind something that would turn hollow and bitter the moment you left his front door made your stomach curl into itself.
You swallowed down the loss before it had even arrived. A one-night stand with your boss was a bad idea and this was why. Harry would be fine after (he could have anyone he wanted) and you'd be left reeling and abandoned. Again. Because this is what men did. You were only good for as long as they saw fit. And after this, Harry wouldn't want or need anything more from you. Why would he?
"Y/nâŚ" he breathed your name against your lips, "Already shaking and I've barely touched you, baby. God I just wanna eat you alive."
He would eat you alive too. Chew you up and spit you right back out. But you wouldn't stop him from doing it. You couldn't stop it because if that's all it could be you'd take the last bits of what he'd offer and be on your way.
It was a sleepy morning, hazy, blurry, soft⌠Harry's hands and his tongue worked down your body until he'd found your pussy and he slowly, lazily ate you out until you were coming and crying.
And that time, when he fucked into you, it was slow and steady. Slippery wet. Your bare breasts were pressed into his chest as he licked into your mouth and the embers grew and sparked until they caught and your body was at the edge of surrender.
"Fuck your pussy feels just right," he groaned as he dragged himself through your walls, coating himself in your arousal, your scent.
You whimpered and stuffed your fingers into his hair as he ground his pelvis into your clit. The perfect angle, the perfect cock. Too bad he wasn't the perfect man. You couldn't have him. For obvious reasons.
Your throaty moans were swallowed by his mouth, his length smashing into your guts with a wet slapping sound as you both moved together as one. Sex and sweat and heat and the imprint of desire.
He was soft; his words, his cadence, his hands⌠but the thick and heavy organ moving into your tummy was anything but soft; stiff, masculine, and rigid, it stretched your insides wide open. He needed the room and your body accommodated every inch of him. Gushy.
When he spoke against your ear, the hitch in his voice was almost whiny, like he was the one who was going to feel the loss. Like he was going to be left hollow and you were the one eating him alive, "Baby⌠shit. Right there?" He nudged into you and stilled himself so you could feel what he meant. Right there. Yes. Right there. Tight and spongy, the pulse emanating from your cunt was wrapped around him, a rhythmic beating that tremored down through his cock and into the veins and nerve endings. Connected.
You stuffed down the dribble of emotion that swelled in your throat and threatened to break from your waterline.
It's just sex. You're a sexual being who needed a good release. It's just sex. You don't need him. It's. Just. Sex.
But it certainly didn't just feel like sex when his soft green irises found your gaze and he held it as he languidly rocked into you. He dotted kisses along your face and then he'd watch you for a moment and it was going to have you mixed up because it was so intimate. So tender of him.
Maybe if he'd flip you around and fuck you from behind and give you a nice spanking it'd feel like just sex. He'd done that the night before (among other positions). Had you drooling into his mattress as he plowed into you from behind, a couple of good swats on your ass as he said filthy things to you. That felt like just sex. Good sex, but still.
So the soft and slow morning fuck with gentle kisses and an easy, damp tongue over your parted lips, his eyes connected to yours as he moaned and slid his thumb at your temple â that was not just sex and you didn't want it.
Well, you did want it. You really did because you wanted to find someone that would do all those things. But you wanted that for good. Not just for the night.
"Are you okay, Y/n?" Harry sponged a kiss to the edge of your mouth.
"Yeah. I'm okay," you were breathless and on the edge of tears. A ridiculous girl.
"Does it hurt from last night? Was it too much?"
Swallowing you blinked your eyes and he was still softly caressing your face with his thumb like only a lover would do.
"It⌠a little. I feel fine now. You're so gentle so it's okay."
"That's why I'm being careful. Thought you might need it softer this morning. Are you sure you're okay?"
Too attentive. Too thoughtful. Too present. How were you going to separate your romantic nature from your carnal one? How did all the other women do it? You were sure he was like this with every girl he brought to his bed.
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waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.
so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.
"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."
he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.
"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.
"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.
then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.
nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.
#bye i love nanami#im just rambling#something on my mind and now im going to sleep goodnight#i literally have nothing to add to this im squeezing out any little thing i can rn#nanami snores and hogs the blankets and wont let you change the tv chsnnels lmao#nanami kento x you#nanami kento x reader#kento nanami x reader#kento x reader#kento nanami x you#jjk fic#nanami kento drabble#jjk x reader#jjk x you#nanami fluff#nanami kento fluff#anime x reader#husband namami kento#soft nanami kento#nanami kento x y/n#nanami x you#nanami x reader#kento nanami#nanami kento#jujustu kaisen#kento x you#kento x y/n#jujutsu kaisen nanami#jjk nanami#jjk kento
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Softie - Alexia Putellas
warnings - none?
words - 1.3k
Game day was your favourite, the build up of emotions, the performance anxiety mixed with the joy you felt every time you stepped onto the pitch. Nothing could ever beat the highs you felt when playing the sport you loved so much. Today was one of those days, well it was meant to be, yet the difference was that a very discoloured and swollen ankle caused by a dodgy tackle during international break meant youâd be missing out. The Barca medical team had decided it would be best to miss out on the upcoming away game, advising you to stay home and focus on rehab for the couple of days that your teammates would be away.Â
Alexia had always been overprotective, both as your captain and girlfriend, she always had your best interest at heart and wanting her squad at full fitness meant she was quick to agree with the medical advice, even if that meant a couple days of prolonged separation. At first she did try her best to figure out a way you could successfully rehab whilst traveling with your team, but given the amount of walking an away trip often endured and the crutches you were temporarily restricted to, she decided against it.Â
âLo siento mi amor, we both know itâs for the bestâ Alexia hummed, her hand pressed against her cheek as you were saying your goodbyes at the front door of the shared apartment. Your body half limped against the wall as your crutches had been abandoned next to the sofa in your bid to say a proper goodbye to Alexia.
âCan you change your mind? Itâs not too late for me to pack some thingsâ You muttered, leaning into her soft hand as her thumb rubbed back and forth along your cheek.Â
âCari, you know what my answer isâ She whispered, planting a small kiss on your forehead, leaving you to mumble in defeat.
You said your goodbyes and Alexia was soon gone, leaving you alone with the lack of comfort from your favourite person.
The next few days were full of rehab at the training center, consistent check ins from your girlfriend and a couple of facetime calls when she didnât believe that you were doing your at-home recovery, something that Alexia often had to bribe you into doing.
You were now more stable on your ankle, meaning you could get around without the reliance on your crutches, allowing you the extra freedom of moving as you pleased. Ale was due home in a couple of hours and you knew sheâd be tired so you set about the task of tidying your apartment. It didnât take too long but the slightly limp in your step did somewhat slow you down and drain extra energy.Â
After finishing you were quick to take a shower and put on a change of clothes, consisting of a pair of Alexiaâs Spanish national team shorts and her hoodie. Stumbling back towards the sofa, you planted yourself on it comfortably, waiting for the door to open to embrace the person youâd had been missing.Â
It didnât take long for you to adjust yourself into a comfier position whilst the time seemed to drag. You searched for a questionable English reality show, one that Ale would ridicule you for whenever you asked to watch it together, she never got the appeal of British humour yet it made you feel at home. Your phone pinged as you made another adjustment to your leg to seek some kind of peace from the discomfort of baring weight on it had caused.Â
*amor - get some sleep, the plane has been delayed slightly so i will be late home and i know youâre tired already*
You furrowed your eyebrows at her suggestion of sleep, determined to greet her with wide eyes and a smile as soon as she entered the room.Â
*you - ale iâm wide awake, iâll be here when youâre up so you can tell me all about it*
In reality you already knew all about it, you had watched the match with Ellie, who was also kept back from traveling due to recovery, you had been receiving updates from both Patri and Pina about the âcuteâ things Ale had said in passing conversations about you. As well as a message from Kiera asking if your girlfriend would ever not make up excuses for the time when you both snuck away from a team celebration to cuddle. Her usual excuse was to blame it on you, but in reality she was tired after a big win and didnât want to look too soft to the rest of the team.Â
*incoming FaceTime call from amor*
âHola cariâ Alexia smiled, as the phone lit up your face.
âHi babe, everything okay?â You smiled back, stifling a yawn that tried to expose your tiredness to your girlfriend.Â
âJust thought Iâd check in before the flight, make sure youâre as wide awake as you say you areâ Her smile shifted into a smirk knowing exactly the type of person you were.Â
âNo confias en mi, amor?â You questioned, tilting your head to the side, teasing her intentions.Â
âNo cariĂąo, confĂo en ti, pero siempre estĂĄs cansada y siempre te quejas." She responded, mocking your head tilt with similar teasing intentions.Â
âAle whoâs that?â Patri said, peering her head into the screen, a smile appearing on her face as she realised who it was, âItâs lover girl!â She added, using the nickname she had given you when you first let her know about your relationship. She was quick to take the phone from Alexiaâs han for herself.Â
âPatri, give her the phone backâ You laughed, knowing she had every intention of causing some kind of trouble.
âNo, venga, say hello to everyoneâ She held the phone up, announcing your presence causing you to wave at your teammates that had now focused their attention on the phone.
âAre you staying up to give your girlfriend a goodnight kiss?â Pina laughed, as she began to blow kisses towards the phone.
âOye, dĂĄmeloâ Alexia said, standing as she grabbed the phone from Patriâs hand swiftly, âThe flight is boarding now amor, go to sleepâ. You mumbled in response before saying your goodbyes and hanging up.
Even though you were determined to stay awake, it didnât take long for your eyes to grow heavy as the comfort from Alexiaâs borrowed clothes took over your senses.
âMi amor, wake upâ Alexia cooed, her hand running through your hair to stir you through your sleep.
Your only response was a few very tired grumbles as your eyes opened to the sight youâd been waiting for. It took a couple of seconds for you to realise what was going on before a sleepy smile overtook your face.
âAle, youâre homeâ You smiled, pushing yourself up off the sofa and wrapping your arms around her quickly.
âSi, I thought you werenât tired huh?â She laughed, placing a kiss on the top of your head.Â
âIt was an accidentttttâ You whined, âI got comfy in your clothes and they smelt like you so it made me tiredâ.Â
âOh nena, vamos a la camaâ She suggested, taking hold of my hand and leading me towards our bedroom.Â
âIâm not even tired amorâ You announced, as if there was any use convincing her that you were telling the truth.Â
Within 5 minutes both you and Alexia were settled in bed, your head resting on her chest as her fingers made their way through your hair slowly. Your hands ran up and down her chest as you both sleepily talked through how you spent your days and the parts you missed each other the most.
âPatri and Pina didnât stop teasing me about you staying awake for me to get homeâ Alexia laughed slightly, âThey donât think Iâm tough anymoreâ.
You sleepily laughed in response, âYouâre a massive softie, I think they already knew thatâ.Â
a/n - not sure how i feel about this one, so v sorry if its a lil shit x
#alexia putellas#alexia putellas fic#alexia x reader#alexia putellas x reader#woso#woso community#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso oneshot#barcelona femeni#barcelona femeni x reader#barca femeni#fcb femenĂ
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i luv ur fics omg đ could u do paige x reader who loves horror where paige is scared of horror and they go to halloween horror nights (a haunted house theme park event thing) or watch a horror movie together đ
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paige bueckers x reader
warnings: none! as someone who gets scared easily i basically wrote myself here as paige..happy late halloween.
you and paige had been planning halloween night for weeks, and tonight was finally the night. there was a haunted house in town everyone had been talking about. at first, paige had acted super confident, teasing you about how youâd be clinging to her the whole time. but as the days passed and halloween night got closer, you noticed a slight shiftâher teasing softened, and she started hinting that maybe haunted houses werenât really her thing. you had your suspicions, but you knew sheâd never admit she was scared.
as the five of you arrived at the haunted house with azzi, jana, and aubrey, paige tried her best to play it cool. âjust so you know, iâll protect you all,â she said, winking at you while gripping your hand just a bit tighter than usual.
aubrey raised an eyebrow, giving her a skeptical smile. âsure, paige. weâll all depend on you.â
azzi and jana exchanged amused glances, both of them a bit more excited than scared, though you could tell they were gearing up for the jump-scares. the entrance to the haunted house loomed ahead, dark and eerie, with creepy music and distant screams filtering out through the walls. you felt paige shift beside you, her fingers trembling slightly as she glanced nervously at the darkened doorway.
âyou good, paige?â you teased, leaning close and squeezing her hand.
âme? scared?â she scoffed, sounding a bit too quick to dismiss the idea. ânah, iâm just⌠mentally preparing.â her voice was confident, but her eyes kept flicking back to the entrance.
you just laughed, finding her bravado adorable. âright, youâll keep us all safe from the monsters.â
âobviously,â she shot back, puffing up a little. âbut, uh, donât let go of my hand, just in case.â
as you all stepped inside, the door slammed shut with a loud bang, and paige jumped, squeezing your hand even tighter. azzi and aubrey snickered, giving her playful nudges as you walked further into the dimly lit, twisting hallways. shadows seemed to move on their own, and every corner held another actor ready to jump out. with every lunge or sudden scream, you felt paige tense, inching closer and closer to you.
âyou sure youâre okay?â you whispered, catching the way her eyes darted around at every little noise.
âtotally fine,â she whispered back, trying to sound casual, though her grip on your hand was practically a death grip.
the first jump-scare came from a figure dressed as a ghoul, who leaped out from behind a doorway, and paige let out a yelp, practically leaping into your arms. azzi burst out laughing, clapping her hands, while aubrey teased, âour fearless leader, everyone!â
paige shot them both a glare, mumbling, âit just⌠caught me off guard.â
jana gave her a knowing smile, shrugging. âif you say so, paige.â
moving on, you came into a foggy room filled with eerie mannequins, some posed in twisted, unnatural shapes. the group hesitated, glancing around, when suddenly one of the âmannequinsâ came to life, lunging toward you all with a guttural scream. everyone screamed and scrambled, with paige clutching you even closer, burying her face against your shoulder for a moment before peeking out to see if the coast was clear.
âthat wasnât⌠that bad,â she mumbled, cheeks pink.
ânot at all,â you teased, leaning in close. âwant me to hold your hand through the rest?â
she rolled her eyes but didnât let go. âdonât act like youâre not a little scared too,â she murmured, though her voice softened as her fingers laced with yours, grounding herself with your presence.
as the group continued, azzi and jana took the lead, laughing as they bravely navigated the dark hallways, while aubrey stayed closer to you and paige, occasionally tossing a smirk your way when paige shrieked at another scare. when you entered a pitch-black room with only faint, echoing whispers, paigeâs breath caught, and she leaned even closer, her hand warm and steady in yours.
âi canât see anything,â she whispered, her voice a mix of fear and excitement.
you leaned into her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. âiâve got you, paige.â
by the time you made it out to the exit, paige let out a long, relieved breath, still holding your hand as if she didnât want to let go.
âso⌠not scary, huh?â you grinned, looking up at her.
paige finally laughed, letting go of your hand just to wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. âfine, you win,â she said, grinning down at you. âbut next year, weâre carving pumpkins or something.â
sorry for the lack of fics, iâve been really busy but iâll be writing more now. requests are STILL open!! thanks for reading
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Price strikes me as the kinda guy to vocally oppose getting a pet but then after a few weeks you find him cuddling said pet.
Price is very, very confused about the whole opossum and alligator shenanigans the Shadows have going on, but after about a month of him and Graves being together Graves catches him throwing marshmallows into the gator's paddock.
Graves got a photo of it, Price will never live it down.
"Your ancestors ate dinosaurs. Do you know that?"
No reply. Of course if there was one then he should be concerned about himself mentally.
Bobby, an thirty two year old gator. He was a senior in the wild, Price had to respect the old man. It wasn't every day you got to see an apex predator that was around three meters in length. Especially one so oddly docile. He was sunbathing at the moment, hadn't bothered to move when Price approached the fence.
From what Graves told him, the Shadows always are in uniform when they go tend to Bobby. Alligators know the faces of their handlers and definitely remember the color of their shirts, so Price made the effort to dress in black in an attempt to get the old reptile to be nice.
Bobby couldn't care less he was there.
"Phil said you liked marshmallows."
He didn't really believe it, which was why he was here. A small baggie of the sweet treats in his pocket, hidden in fear Graves would catch him. He couldn't let him know he had a fascination with Shadow Company's resident crocodilian.
Bobby finally showed interest when Price pulled out the baggie.
"I guess you have a sweet tooth," Price snickered.
He threw at least four marshmallows into Bobby's waters, watching in wonder as the alligator took his time collecting each one. Then he heard a click, right as he was about to throw another one in. In horror, he turned to see Graves standing there, grinning.
"Ya know, he reminds me of you. 'Cept he doesn't talk as much shit."
Price immediately pelted the marshmallow in hand at Graves, throwing the bag next when Graves started laughing.
#call of duty#modern warfare#john price#phillip graves#ask#thanks for the ask <3#drabble#pricegraves#bobby the gator
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color of the wolf - Cregan Stark x WifeReader
summary: It's the Harvest Festival in Winterfell. And Cregan is looking forward to an evening with his wife by his side. But your attention is constantly needed elsewhere. At some point he's had enough and takes matters into his own hands.
words: 2.259
warnings: jealous and possessiv Cregan, mention of sex (briefly)
a/n: I'm a sucker for jealous Cregan // English is not my first language// No use of Y/N// AO3 //Hope you like itđ§Ą
requests are open// main- masterlist // hotd-masterlist
Winterfell is buzzing with activity. The final preparations for today are made. Cregan's steps lead him through his castle. The people step out of his way and respectfully lower their heads for their Lord. Cregan has finished his tasks for this afternoon and can now fully concentrate on the feast.
Today, the Harvest Festival will be celebrate down in the Winter Town. The harvest for the upcoming winter had been good. Today they would give their gratitude to the gods. He is looking forward to this . A relaxed evening with his wife and his people. You would dance, laugh and be happy together.
It is Cregan's duty as Lord of Winterfell to light the great fire. Actually, he wanted to make his way to the village already, but you weren't in your chambers. So he set out in search of his wife. Unfortunately he is unsuccessful.
His half-sister Sara comes towards him. Normally, she is your constant companion.
"Sister. Have you seen my lady wife?" he asks. Sara looks up at him confused.
"She is already in Town. She wanted to go to the orphanage and bring the children to the feast. She didn't tell you?"
Cregan's eyebrows knit together, he hopes that you at least took one of your guards with you. "No."
You threw yourself into the preparations for the feast and the hospitality of your guests, and probably just forgot to let him know that you were already on your way.
"Come on, let's go down. It's time for the Harvest Festival."
Cregan nods to Sara and offers her his arm. Together, the siblings make their way down to Winter Town. Most of the villagers have already gathered. Hot spiced wine, fresh meat, fruit, and sweets are being distributed. Music is played.
"My Lord." someone hands him a cup of wine, and he passes it to Sara before asking for a second one. Lord Karstark approaches the two of them. Sara frees her arm from his and disappears among the people to avoid a conversation with the old Lord. Unfortunately, Cregan does not have this freedom.
Cregan's gaze searches over the people. The warm spiced wine warms from within. Lord Karstark begins to speak. "The harvest was good and the Citadel predicts a mild winter."
Cregan knows very well that the Citadel is not always right. Winter is unpredictable. The only thing that is certain is that winter is coming.
But today is not the day to worry about winter. Today is a day for celebration.
"We can consider ourselves lucky," he replied. Karstark continues speaking. But then laughter pierces the air. Cregan is immediately distracted. Among thousands of laughs, he would recognize your laugh. He turns his head and sees you. You are currently leading a group of children to the festival grounds. Everyone has a joyful smile on their face. You hold one of the little ones by the hand while another child sits on your hip.
Cregan can't take his eyes off you. He is the happiest man in the world because you are his. At the sight of you, his heart opens up, and he can hardly wait until you carry your own child on your hip. But something seems odd to him. He can't put his finger on it, but a slight burning sensation is forming in his stomach.
He watches you as your gaze sweeps across the people, and when you meet his eyes, a radiant smile appears on your lips. Automatically, his feet move in your direction. He is drawn to you like a moth to a flame. But he only takes a few steps before he gets stopped again.
"My Lord Stark, it is time," the Maester snaps him out of his thoughts Cregan looks at him and nods. Tries to hide his annoyance that he can't get to you. He wants you by his side. Cregan is handed a torch and he ignites the neatly arranged wood. Immediately, the flames shoot up into the air.
The villagers clap, the children laugh.
Cregan straightens his shoulders and begins to speak in a loud voice. "The gods are good. The harvest was more successful than it has been in years. Today we celebrate and thank the gods."
The attendees clap and cheer.
"Let us raise our cups and let the wine flow." he raises his cup and everyone else follows his example.
Cregan takes a step back. He has never been a man of many words. He has always found this attention uncomfortable. The flames warm from the outside while the spiced wine warms from the inside. The music starts up again, and the people of Winterfell fall into a joyful bustle of conversation and dance. Cregan starts moving again to come to you. Everything pulls him towards you.
The flames give your skin a warm glow. Your hair is braided back in a typical northern style. You are wearing an elaborate dress. The hem is embroidered with red weirwood leaves that wander over your skirt and end in your corset in the seal of your father's house. You are so beautiful that he can hardly believe you belong to him.
And now Cregan also realizes what had been bothering him. You are wearing the wrong color. Instead of wearing the usual dark gray/white, you are wearing the color of your family's house. At this realization, Cregan notices his jaw tightening slightly. You are already approaching him, but then you are called by a Silentsister, the head of the orphanage.
"Lady Stark. Do you have a moment?" she asks. You smile apologetically at Cregan and then turn to the older woman.
Cregan suppresses a sigh. He knows that the children and the orphanage in the village are important to you. Every winter, children lose their parents to the winter, and even though Cregan does everything in his power to prevent it, he cannot defeat the winter.
Since you came to Winterfell you have made it your mission to take care of the orphans. So he lets you go.
His plan to wait until you finish your conversation doesn't work out, because of course both his Lords and his Subjects take the opportunity to speak with him more casually than during the petitions.
He is being pulled from conversation to conversation. He tries to meet everyone with kindness and listen to their concerns. Or just to talk about unimportant things.
Only when you clap your hands to get everyone's attention does Cregan notice that the sun has already set. You step forward and Cregan is once again overwhelmed by your beauty for a moment. He would never get used to how much love he has in his heart for you.
The celebration falls silent and all attention is on you. "The children of the orphanage have prepared something for today. We hope you like it." you say, nodding encouragingly at the children. A small group of older children steps forward and start a play about the Children of the Forest.
Cregan is glad that the play frees him from a tiresome conversation with his stablemaster. He turns his gaze away from the children and looks at you. You stand there with a proud look and watch as the children happily perform their play. When it is over, everyone claps. The children bow and run back to you. Immediately, you are surrounded by the children. He hears how you praise them with a gentle voice.
As the children slowly start to disperse again, Cregan tries again to finally reach you. But once again, he is stopped. This time by Lady Cerwyn. Cregan would like to scream.
When he finally manages to detach himself from the talkative Lady without appearing rude, he vowes not to let himself be held back any longer from yoi .
He wants to talk to you for at least five minutes. To see your smile, hear your warm voice, and perhaps steal a few kisses from your soft lips.
Immediately, his gaze searches through the crowd. And when he finally sees you again, a hot jealousy immediately rise inside his veins.
You are currently dancing with Lord Rogar Bolton. A young lord who inherited Dreadfort only a few moons ago.
The sight of him leading you with practiced dance steps, his hand a little too low on your back for Cregans liking, drives him almost mad. And when you lean your head back and start to laugh joyfully Cregan sees red.
You and Lord Bolton look like a happy, loving couple. And the fact that you are wearing your father's colors makes it even worse. At that moment, nothing indicate that you are Lady Stark, that you are his wife.
"My Lord..." he hears the voice of the Maester beside him, but he can't engage in another pointless conversation right now. Without paying attention to the Maester, he sets off. His steps are heavy and he simply strides through the dancing people to reach you. When he finally reaches you, he simply grabs your waist and pulls you out of Lord Bolton's arms.
Startled by the interruption, you flinch, but as soon as you recognize him, your radiant smile reappears. "I'll take over from here. Thank you, Lord Bolton." he towers over the young man with his broad stature and he knows that his eyes are sparkling with anger. But he wants it like that. He wants to scare this man away. His grip on your waist tightens.
"My Lord," stammers Rogar and quickly turns away.
Cregan turns around and takes your hand while his other hand stays on your hip. He begins to move both of you to the music.
"There you are." you begin to smile happily. "I have the feeling I haven't seen you all day."
"Didn't look like it bothered you much." he can't help that his voice sounds annoyed. You furrow your eyebrows and look up at him.
"What?"
"You had a good chat with Bolton." Cregan grumbles. Your expression relaxes and you smile slightly again. You lift your hand and gently caress his cheek. Cregan closes his eyes for a moment and enjoys the touch.
"Are you jealous Love?" you ask, slightly amused. Cregan lets out a snort.
"Of course not," he lies. But the burning feeling inside him still hasn't completely disappeared. You raise an eyebrow and he concedes. "Maybe a little," he murmurs. "Why are you wearing this dress?"
For a brief moment sadness glimmers in your eyes, and at the sight, Cregan's heart tightens.
"You don´t like my dress?" you suddenly ask uncertainly.
"If I'm being honest, no. It has the wrong color wife."
Relief is reflected on your face. You wear your emotions on your face, and Cregan is glad about it.
"It's the color of my house," you say again now with a smile on your lips.
Cregan shakes his head slightly and pulls you closer to him by your hips. You place your hand on his broad chest. "The colors of your house are gray and white. You are Lady Stark. My wife." his voice is deep and he notices how you shiver in his arms. Your cheeks turn slightly red as you shyly lower your eyes. The jealousy slowly begins to fade and is replaced with something else.
"I am still your wife even when I don't wear your colors," you say then.
"Right, but then no one can see it."
You giggle softly and then look him in the eyes again. "Then we'll just have to show them differently."
You lean up, and in the next moment, your lips crash onto his and your hand buries itself in his dark hair. Cregan is surprised for a second by the intensity of your kiss. His heart begins to race. He pulls you a little closer to him as his tongue glides into your mouth. You moan softly against his lips, and Cregan would love to drag you back to the keep right away. You move your lips against his. Fits perfectly in his arms. Warmth floods through Cregan as he conquers your mouth.
You break apart breathlessly and Cregan sees over your shoulder how Lord Bolton turns away with an annoyed look. Triumph rises within him, and he cannot prevent a slight smile. You are his. Completely and utterly, and everyone should see that.
"Was that proof enough that I only love you?" you ask with a smile.
"I have never doubted your love. I just want everyone else to know that too."
You roll your eyes in laughter and intertwine your fingers with his. "Everyone knows it, Love. Believe me." you give him a quick kiss on the lips. Cregan's lips curl into a smile as he looks at his beautiful, loving wife.
"Lord Stark" someone calls out and Cregan grumbles in annoyance. He had indeed gotten five minutes with you, but of course that's not enough.
You give him a reproachful look before turning to the voice with a smile and pulling him along with you. The rest of the evening you don't leave his side for a second. Your hands are intertwined or he has his hand around your waist. Again and again, he steals a kiss from your lips or enjoys the feeling of your hand on his arm as you gently caress him.
That night, he makes sure you never wear the wrong color again as he tears your dress from your body before you unite in a passionate embrace between the sheets and furs of his bed
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This can be read as a standalone I think, but! Here is a second part of Merlot! It's spicy and sweet so I hope you guys like it. Unsure if there will be any more parts (Iâm open if you guys have more ideas!) but I do love a good dilfrry.
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Warnings- smut, age gap relationship, anal (for those who asked ur welcome!), unprotected sex, cumplay, Dom/sub elements
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Harry was by far the best man she had ever dated.Â
Their age gap was evident at times, but not in a bad way. It was rather cute when he had been confused about videos she sent or his own excitement to show her the movies or books he was referencing. The added element of their dynamic was learning from one another. Harry had been teaching her about publishing and helping her flesh out the first draft of her book while she sat in his office some days, helping him out in return by getting him coffee or lunch or an occasional shoulder massage when he got particularly stressed. An unofficial assistant of sorts.Â
âI feel like if I have to write the word âsaidâ one more time, my brain is going to explode.â She grumbled, pushing her laptop across the couch and leaning back on it. The leather seat in his office was by far the most comfortable one she had sat on and he happily invited her to come into the office to see him as often as she wanted. It was both practical and selfish on both ends.It was easier to work in a space like this and with the understanding that Harry really did have work he was doing, she focused on her own stuff. A quiet pair of people working in each otherâs company.Â
Add in the fact that he was the boss man, it made it much easier for her to come and go as she pleased.Â
âMm, sometimes authors get stuck with words in their novels. Theyâll have phrases they repeat a few too many times, usually gets called out in editing and fixed. Itâs not a bad thing. But with words that are action words like that, there are options. Yâknow, depending on the scene and tone. Murmured, muttered, peeped, whispered, whined, moaned, huffed, grumbled. Those sorts of words.â He tapped his pen against the desk as he lifted his eyes to her.Â
It didnât get old. Seeing her pretty face sitting in his office looking the way she did, much more comfortable than the night theyâd first met, but still appropriate for an office setting.
Sometimes he did let his mind wander into the roleplay aspect, wondering if she had been his real assistant if he would have made a move. If Y/N was the Y/N he knew now? Probably. Scandalous.Â
Today she wore a pair of black flowy pants and a matching turtleneck, but on top she had a chunky knit cardigan that was utterly adorable. It had yellow moons and stars, a deep purple color with sleeves she had to push up so they didnât hide her hands. His girl leaned into the office aesthetic when she came in so she didnât stick out too much but with him or when they were at his place or out together, he loved seeing her dressed in her normal clothing. She looked soft, whimsical almost. Like a little fairy.Â
âHm. Good point. I need to write down all the synonyms in my notes app and defer to that because if Iâm getting tired of writing it, I know whoever ends up reading it will get tired of seeing it too.â Her lips puffed to blow a strand of hair that had fallen from her bun, brows furrowed as she failed and made her hand ready up to tuck it behind her ear instead.Â
Again, cute.
âNot necessarily.â He replied, leaning back in his chair. âWeâre our own harshest critics. I doubt theyâre paying that much attention to that. The majority of people will be paying attention to world building, character development, plot, sex scenes, all that fun stuff. The exact wording isnât always the most important thing. But it shows that you care about quality.â He shot her a grin. âSo you will be successful.â
âMmm⌠and not because Iâm fucking the publishing head?â She grinned as she stood up, stretching her arms out.Â
âWell. That helps.â He wouldnât deny it. She had a leg up, but he wouldnât publish just anything. âIf it makes you feel better, I donât publish shit work. It isnât worth the reputation of my company. Your writing is genuinely good, my sweet.â He knew the drill by now. Her heeled boots were kicked off by the couch and she made her way over to him, the tiredness starting to hit her as she happily perched herself on his lap.Â
âGood to know.â She snorted before pressing a kiss to his scruffy cheek. The facial hair had grown but he was shaping it currently. She promised sheâd be okay with whatever he did to it but didnât want anything to happen to the mustache. That wasnât allowed to go. âWhat are you working on? Anything fun?âÂ
âNo, nothing incredibly interesting Iâm afraid.â His hand squeezed her hip underneath the cardigan. âI was working on some contracts earlier but every so often I pick up some submissions and read through them myself. This one is very bland, unfortunately. Thereâs potential, absolutely. Their writing style is lovely, but the plot falls flat and the characters are one dimensional. Sâlike they chose a specific stereotype and did nothing to differentiate them.â It was unfortunate.â It was a shame he came across all too often.
âItâs obvious this person is trying but theyâve never observed or met someone with these traits. I donât think you absolutely have to follow the rule âwrite what you knowâ, but I think a lot of the best works come from drawing from our own experiences. Romance, for them, doesnât seem to be a passion. Theyâd do better with mystery with their writing style as it is, but they have to improve on other aspects first.âÂ
âIs it hard for you to see stuff like that?â She asked curiously, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. âI can tell youâre a little disappointed with it, so I have to wonder if it happens a lot.â
âIt does. And it is hard when you see someone with potential not living up to it but I have faith that if we send them some constructive criticism notes that maybe they wonât see it as an attack but as a place of genuine care. Iâm going to have someone meet with them I think, give them my notes and have them explain it in nicer terms than the plain ones I used. Maybe they can work on it again and add more and weâd have a best seller.â He shrugged his shoulders. âI can see they care about it in the way they put details in, but it needs more.â
There was something incredibly attractive about listening to him talk about it. It was always attractive to see someone care and talk about their passions; but Harry was on another level. She could see it on his face that he was disappointed and knew the person could do better. While it made it all the more nerve wracking for her own novel, she had him working with her along the way.
He never told her where to go with her story in terms of ideas, but how to improve the mechanics. Reading over bits and telling her to take away a certain detail and add more in other places, or giving suggestions about how things could flow smoother. Heâd listened to her storyboard, after showing her the author equivalent of it, and gave his honest feedback from a publisher's point of view and then from a boyfriendâs point of view.
Sometimes it was more obvious that he was the one with miles more life experience in these instances but she couldnât be upset about it when it only aided in strengthening their relationship.Â
âI see.â She looked at the manuscript on the desk with the red pen of doom. âOof. The red pen is out⌠and youâve used it a lot.âÂ
âWell, there are errors.â He chuffed, kissing her cheek in return. âDid you get enough done?â The word count goal had been 3,000 for today, but he didnât make it for her. It was all on her. He simply helped keep her accountable.
âI did more. I think⌠4.5?â She tilted her head trying to remember. âNow my head feels like soup.â It did feel like mush right now. That was why the laptop was closed and abandoned and she was finding comfort in the man. It was like a reward.Â
âThatâs ace, my dove. Amazing.â He praised. The pride he felt for her was earned fair and square. She had been applying herself more now than ever. Since their first night together they hadnât really separated, seeing each other at least a few times a week. Her work ethic was there as she had zeroed in on what she wanted. âWhy donât we finish this up and go back to mine, mm?âÂ
Harry had been holding off all week. Heâd gone a bit rough one night and even though she said she was fine, he wanted to give her body time to relax. As much as he loved sex, he had wanted her body to enjoy it more than anything else. Not be overly swollen and sore the next day.Â
Today was going to be the day to break that. A full week of nothing but heated kisses, and she was as needy as needy could get. He felt her perk up at the mention, sitting up straighter in his lap.Â
âPlease! Letâs go. We can get food on the way home but I think we have some pressing matters to attend to.â She sniffed, standing from him and offering a hand to help him up. âChop chop. Get a move on, mister.â
ââ-
Two rounds in and he knew she could take it. Her poor cunt was a mess and he knew that as pretty as it was all drippy and swollen, she had been aching for him to get a try into her other hole. Theyâd had a proper discussion about it, and he had effectively been edging her the entire night. Fair? No, but she knew how he rolled. The promised pleasure first, experiments after. Just in case she wanted to stop, she got something out of the night.Â
Sheâd been warming his cock for a bit as he held her in his arms, cooing soft praises about how good of a girl she was, how brave she had been to ask for something new tonight when he felt her get impatient. She didnât need to say it. He knew her well enough now to understand what she wanted. Pulling his cock out and rubbing the tip against her asshole, pressing against it and spreading the sticky cum over the rim. âWant me tâfuck this tight little ass too? Fill you from both ends."
âWanna try.â She nodded, panting as her cunt contracted and his cum dribbled out of her pussy. âYouâre so big I⌠I dunno if I can take it. Go slow.â Y/N knew she was slightly cock drunk but she also trusted him. Heâd made her feel good already, took his time with everything else why wouldnât she want to test this with him?
âOkay, my sweet. Just relax.â Harry wasnât nervous, but he was cautious. His girl was precious cargo, and he wanted to make sure it felt as good as it could. Heâd done the work of stretching her with his fingers, but it was going to be a challenge to get him in there regardless. He slowly pushed his thick head past the tight rim of her back hole. Watching her face intently, his own contorted with pleasure. "You're doing so good, doll," he encouraged softly. "Just relax and let me in. You can take it."
The pressure was intense, and she hissed out a breath as he slowly pushed more and more of himself into her. His thick head stretched her wide, and he paused, letting her adjust to the new sensation. "Breathe." The reminder was whispered as he realized she was holding her breath, his hand carding through her hair tenderly.
"That's it, baby. You're taking it so well. Always do so good fâme." He praised, his voice low and soothing. He slowly pushed more of himself into her, inch by inch, his thick prick spreading her wide. She could feel every vein, every ridge, as he slowly filled her up.
As he slid deeper, Harry could feel the intense pressure and stretch around his girth. Her tight little hole was gripped tightly around his shaft, the muscles fluttering and contracting as he pushed his way inside. She felt like she was being split in two, her body struggling to accommodate his bigger size- but she was. Slowly but surely, he sunk into her fully.
She had done it.Â
âFuck.â She sobbed out, clinging to him as he got down to the base. Never in her life had she felt so full that way, so stretched. Only Harry could make her feel this way. It wasnât just the physical feeling, but the emotional one too. She trusted him more than she trusted anyone else. His guidance was priceless.
"You're doing so good, Youâve got it all in. Jusâ gotta let it adjust." he soothed, his voice strained as he fought to keep control. Giving her a moment to adjust, his hands stroking her hair and her cheeks, his thumb brushing away her tears. "You feel so hot around me, doll. So tight. Knew yâwould be."
âI wanna be⌠I want you to feel good.â She whispered, looking at him with wet eyes. âItâs just so big. Iâm tryinâ to take it.â It surely wasn't a beginner cock but she wasnât known for taking the easy way.
"You're doing so well, baby," he reassured her, his hands never leaving her. He slowly pulled out halfway before sinking in again, a little faster this time. "That's it... take me all the way in."
It was the fourth time he did it that she felt the pleasure. Both from the action and the thatch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing against her swollen clit, making her gasp. Her eyes fell shut as she leaned her head back, slowly relaxing into the bed.
He watched her face contorted in pleasure, his heart swelling with pride. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough. As she opened her eyes, he began to pick up the pace, his hips pressing against hers. "Mâso proud of you. Look at you, taking every bit of me.â
Y/N sent him a blissed out smile as her hand slipped between them, rubbing her own clit slowly as he fucked into her ass. There was nothing rushed about it, nothing frantic, and it felt good just to be. Her muscles relaxed, making it feel even better as his cock filled her hole. Soft moans left her mouth as she curled her other hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down so he was close. âAre they the best holes youâve had?â
Harryâs face was lax in his own pleasure as he felt her tight ass clench around his cock. âFuck, baby,â he groaned, his breath hot against her lips. âThey are. So fucking tight, so perfect. Canât compare them tâanything else.â He kept up his steady rhythm, loving how her body moved with his. âYou feel so good. Can never get enough of you.â He whispered, brushing a stray hair out of her face before stroking her puffy lip. They were so pretty. Kissing wasnât something heâd thought much of before, but he hadnât kissed Y/N. She had changed everything for him.Â
âBetter than that silly ex wife?â She prodded, watching with a little smirk as she watched him think it over. Y/N had a feeling she was by the way be was acting, but she wanted to hear it.
"Way better." he grunted, his hips snapping forward. "Little minx, yâjust need to ask that, hm? No need to be jealous. She never gets tâhave me again. Only y-you." He stuttered as her hand moved around his neck and she squeezed down hard on him. "Her holes were nothing compared to yours, doll. Nothing."
Y/N giggled as she choked him a little bit, watching his eyes widen before pulling. It was obvious that while he was the big man in charge- she could have fun too. âThatâs what I like to hear. Iâll tell you a secret, Harry.â Her lips brushed his as she kept the grip on his throat. Her lips were swollen and sensitive, the coarse facial hair brushing it and making her want to moan. âNone of the boys my age have ever made me cum. They never fucked my ass. Never fucked me raw. And you did it all.â
"And I'm gonna keep doing it," he rumbled, eyes burning with lust as she kissed him. His hand tightened in her hair, tugging gently and pulling her deeper into the kiss. âYouâve got a man now, no need to think of those boys.You want me tâkeep being nice to you? Keep making you cum?â
âIf you keep fucking me like this, I do. Want my man to be so, so nice to me.â She gasped as he pushed all the way in, balls rested snug against her ass as he slowly humped into her, the comfort of the fullness making her fingers work harder on her clit. âGotta- Gotta prove you can keep up with me, old man. That you c-can live up to the hype. I like the bit of silver at your temples butâŚâ Her moan was broken as he pulled out and pushed back in, jostling her. âGotta prove why older guys are b-better for pretty little things like me.â
"Oh, I'll prove it to you," he growled, picking up pace as he pounded into her tight ass. She had no idea just how badly heâd needed her to walk into his life. Thank god she had. This was everything he had ever wanted. "And right now, you need me to wreck this little hole until you can't walk straight. You need me to show you how a real man handles his woman. I'll give you everything you crave, everything you need. You just have to let go and trust me.â The man had every intention of proving how much better he could be for her than she could ever imagine.
"Fuck, look at this cunt." He muttered, reaching down to spread her dripping pussy apart. "It's absolutely soaked, just dripping down. Love it, hm?â The smugness in his tone would usually make her scowl but there was no denying it. The proof was right there. It was undeniable. âYou're so turned on, baby. It's making it easier for me to fuck this tight little ass of yours." The glossy, hard flesh glistened with slick, dripping down onto the bed beneath her. His own cum intermingled with her own, making his movements smoother as he pushed in and out of her, coating her holes with their combined essence.
Her face was a mask of pure ecstasy, her eyes rolled back in her head as she whimpered in pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Her asshole clenching and unclenching around his thick cock with each thrust, trying to milk him for all he was worth. Her body was feeling tingly, her legs trembling as he fucking into her ass, the sound of her arousal and his hips hitting her skin filling the room. She was completely lost in the pleasure, her mind clouded by the overwhelming sensation of being thoroughly fucked.
As she reached the peak of her orgasm, he took over and began rubbing her clit with his own thumb, the sensation sending waves of pleasure cascading through her body. She cried out, her pussy gushing as she came harder than she would have imagined being fucked like this. She was so overwhelmed that she could only hold limply onto his arms as he continued to pound into her, his thick cock stretching her hole as it thrust through the waves of her intense orgasm.
His face contorted, vein bulging in his neck as he struggled to hold back. "You feel too good, baby. I can't... I can't hold back any longer." His heavy balls drew up close to his body, ready to unleash another load inside of her. The feeling of her taut muscles milking him, the way she clung to him with every fiber of her being, it was too much. He was sensitive himself, but he wanted to deliver everything she wanted.
"Please, Harry...Please,come inside me... I wanna feel you fill me up. Want it everywhere." She panted, her voice desperate with need. Half of the fun of sex was seeing him lose that control he so easily held in all other scenarios. She wanted to make him feel just as good as he made her feel. He deserved it.
His restraint shattered at her words. "Fuck, you're gonna get what you asked for."
With a guttural groan, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and let go, his hot load pulsing into her hole in thick ropes. She felt each ribbon scalding her , marking her as his. "That's it, take it all... Thatâs mâgirl.â He kept cumming, his cock twitching as he filled her. Ribbon after ribbon filled her up until she was overflowing with his load, almost overwhelmingly so. He finally slowed, his chest heaving, before gently pulling out of her ass, his cock glistening with the evidence of their fuck.
With a sense of possessive pride, he watched as his cum began to leak out of her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs. It was satisfying in the filthiest way. Primal and caveman in every sense of the word, he loved knowing that he had done it. Heâd taken every one of her holes and made her his in the dirtiest type of way. He gently spread her cheeks apart, admiring the sight of his mark leaking from her. "Look at that... You're so full of me, Sâthat what you wanted?â
âMhm.â She smiled, slightly drunk on the orgasm and the fact that he had pushed her further than anyone else had before. it was a good feeling in her body, the beginnings of soreness and the calming heat of his hands as he caressed her the way he wanted. âExactly what I wanted. Think Mâgonna have to keep you around so we can do that again.â
âIâd hope so.â He laughed tiredly, pushing back down to take her mouth for another kiss. âIâm far from finished with you, sweet little thing. But I think Iâve ravaged your body enough. Think you need a bath and some tea, get you ready to sleep.âÂ
Aftercare wasnât something sheâd experienced in any other relationship either, but she realized now it was probably a Harry exclusive thing. He was phenomenal at it. A lot of things, honestly. He experimented with her responsibly, took care of her after every round of sex, checked in on her, made sure she was eating proper meals, and helped her with her career. Sheâd lucked out with him. Whatever his ex wife was thinking, she had no clue- but she wasnât about to waste a single bit of him.
âDo you have chamomile?â She asked softly, pecking his lips in return.Â
âWhat do you take me for? Course Iâve got it.â He scoffed, pinching her chin. âBut if I didnât, Iâd find some for you. Know itâs your favorite. Added it to the grocery list, along with your cereal, your rancid battery acid energy drinks, and the sweet and salty popcorn.âÂ
âItâs good battery acid, Iâll have you know.â She giggled, carding her fingers through his hair. He did have a bit of gray going on the temples but it was sexy. Just hearing how much he cared and put effort into the tiny things made her giddy.Â
âYeah, yeah. We can talk about your poison in the morning. Itâs time to get clean and go tâsleep. Tomorrow may be the day you write five thousand words. You never know.â
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Best Brother Ever | h.s
Pairing: Husband!Dad!Harry x Wife!Mom!Reader
summary: a sweet Sunday afternoon with the styles family and Alex being the best big brother.
Word count: 2.6k || MASTERLIST đźđâđđŤ§
I got really inspired by a cute reel I saw on Facebook and since then this sweet fluff has been sitting in my drafts for months and Iâm really happy with how it turned out! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do ⥠let me know your thoughts in comments! Like & reblog are truly appreciated 𼰠REQUEST ARE OPEN.
It was a peaceful Sunday morning in the Styles household, and the cozy, familiar sounds of home filled the air. In the kitchen, YN moved around with practiced ease, stirring a pot, chopping vegetables, and tasting spices with a focused concentration. Sheâd been at it for a while now, determined to make Harryâs mom, Anne, feel right at home with her favorite dish. In the background, 18 by One Direction played softly, and YN found herself humming along, her voice a gentle echo to the lyrics.
Though the band had gone on indefinite hiatus years ago, and each of the boys had branched off into their own solo careers, YN hadnât stopped listening. She was a Directioner through and through, and she knew in her heart sheâd never let go of those songsâthey were part of her story, her history with Harry, and her dreams.
Meanwhile, in the living room, their six-year-old son, Alex, was lying on the mat with Berry, their playful family dog, gently scratching behind Berryâs ears. Berryâs tail thumped in delight, and Alex giggled as the dog rolled over, waiting for belly rubs. The two were inseparable, each one the otherâs partner in mischief.
After a few minutes, Alex felt a tickle of thirst, and with his usual burst of energy, Alex stopped scratching and said, âOh Berry didnât you get tired of all the scratching? I know, I know you were enjoying it but itâs time for a break, Iâm thirsty. You donât do anything stupid while Iâm gone! Granny likes it when youâre a good boy.â He then sprang up and ran to the kitchen, tiny footsteps echoing across the hardwood floor.
âAlex, no running in the kitchen, remember?â YN gently reminded him, glancing over her shoulder with a smile.
Alex skidded to a stop, giving her an innocent look. âSorry, Mama.â He then carefully walked to the fridge, his small hand reaching for a water bottle. After unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip, he paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
Looking up at his mom, he noticed how sheâd been working by the stove for a while. The warmth from the flames made the kitchen a bit stuffy, and in that moment, his little mind put two and two together. Carefully holding out the bottle to her, he asked, âMama, do you want some water too?â
YN paused, touched by the thoughtful gesture. The little boy was caring just like his father. Her heart swelled with pride and warmth at her sonâs understanding, and she leaned down to pull his cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. âThank you, sweetheart. Thatâs very thoughtful of you.â
Alex beamed up at her, delighted by her kiss, and handed her the bottle with a shy smile. YN took a small sip, her heart feeling full in the best way possible. Moments like these, simple and unassuming, were what made her life feel so complete.
YN glanced around the kitchen, realizing she hadnât seen Harry in a while. She turned to Alex, who was still grinning from her earlier kiss, and asked, âWhereâs your daddy?â
Alex paused, looking thoughtful. âHeâs giving Amelia a bath!â he replied brightly.
YN chuckled, wiping her hands on a towel. âDonât you think heâs taking a little too long?â
Without another word, Alex took off down the hall, announcing over his shoulder, âIâm gonna check!â
YN shook her head, smiling to herself as she continued stirring the pot. But barely a minute later, she heard Alexâs laughter ring out, loud and delighted, carrying all the way back to the kitchen. Curious, she wiped her hands and followed the sound down the hallway, wondering what on earth could have him so amused.
When she reached the bathroom, she found Alex standing at the doorframe, giggling uncontrollably. YN peeked over his shoulder, and the sight before her was too good not to laugh herself.
Harry stood by the sink, almost drenched, his shirt soaked and clinging to him, while his hair, wet and messy, hung down in front of his eyes. Amelia, their 15-month-old daughter, squirmed in his arms, wrapped in a fluffy towel that he was struggling to keep around her tiny, wiggling frame. Amelia, completely entertained, let out a series of squeals and giggles, delighted by the whole chaotic scene.
Harry looked up, his eyes meeting YNâs as he triedâand failedâto blow a strand of wet hair out of his face. âSheâs, uh⌠a slippery one,â he said with a helpless smile, shifting Amelia as she kicked her tiny feet, clearly thrilled by all the attention.
YN chuckled, stepping into the bathroom to take over. âI think youâve gotten just as much of a bath as she has,â she teased, reaching for Amelia.
âBelieve me, I know,â Harry replied, surrendering his squirming daughter into YNâs arms. As soon as she was safely in her motherâs embrace, Amelia nuzzled into YN, her little face lighting up with another round of happy giggles.
Alex, still laughing, tugged at Harryâs soaked shirt. âDaddy, youâre all wet!â
Harry ruffled Alexâs hair, a lopsided grin on his face. âWell, thatâs what happens when you try to bathe a little mermaid,â he joked, winking at YN.
YN smiled, cradling Amelia close as the baby snuggled into her, finally calm. Glancing up at Harry, she added with a playful grin, âMaybe next time Iâll leave the bath duty to you again. You look like youâre having way too much fun.â
Harry raised his hands in surrender, laughing. âOnly if I get a raincoat next time.â
With everyone still giggling, the air filled with warmth and laughter. For YN, it was yet another reminder of how these simple, unplanned moments held the truest joy.
After drying Ameliaâs soft curls and dressing her in an adorable denim overall dress, YN gave her a little pat, sending her off with Alex, who eagerly took her tiny hand. âCome on, Amelia! Letâs play in the backyard!â he declared, guiding her to the door as she toddled along, wide-eyed and giggling.
Meanwhile, Harry changed out of his soaked clothes and slipped into a comfortable hoodie and shorts. Feeling refreshed, he wandered back to the kitchen to find YN putting the finishing touches on lunch. She was focused, stirring one last pot, her face glowing with that contented look he loved.
âSmells amazing,â he murmured, slipping his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. She relaxed into him, smiling as she gave the pot one final stir.
âThank you,â she replied, turning her head slightly to meet his gaze. âI wanted everything to be perfect for your mom.â
Harry pressed a light kiss to her cheek. âIt already is perfect. Besides, Momâs really coming to see you and the kids. Iâm just⌠here for decoration,â he joked, earning a laugh from YN.
She turned to face him, resting her hands on his chest. âPretty good decoration, Iâd say,â she teased back, her eyes sparkling. âCanât say I mind having you around.â
He grinned, taking her hand in his. âAnd I canât say I mind this whole thing⌠you, me, the kids, Sunday lunches. I think weâre doing alright, donât you?â
YNâs smile softened, her heart warmed by his words. âIâd say weâre doing better than alright.â
When lunch was ready, they carried everything to the living room and settled comfortably on the sofa, filling their plates and savoring each otherâs company in the cozy quiet. Berry, their loyal dog, lay stretched out on the floor nearby, watching them with sleepy eyes, as though content to be part of their little family moment. But the peace didnât last long; as soon as Berry heard the sound of laughter from the backyard, he was on his feet and bounding toward the door, ready to join Alex and Amelia in whatever adventure they were up to.
Harry and YN shared a glance, amused, and Harry sighed with a laugh. âShould we go see what theyâre getting into out there?â
YN nodded, grinning. âDefinitely.â
Hand in hand, they headed toward the backyard porch deck, hearts full and laughter on their lips, ready to join in on the joy of the afternoon.
Harry and YN strolled out into the backyard, enjoying the sight of Alex and Berry playing an enthusiastic game of chase. Alex was giggling as he kicked the ball across the grass, Berry hot on his heels, barking and wagging his tail, clearly in his element.
But their attention quickly turned to little Amelia, who was standing by the swing set, her tiny fingers gripping the seat as she attempted to climb up. Sheâd tugged it down a few times, her determination evident in her scrunched-up face, but every time she tried to lift her legs, they just didnât reach. She let out a tiny, frustrated squeal, her cheeks pink with effort.
Alex spotted her from across the yard and immediately abandoned his ball game, trotting over with Berry following close behind. âIâm coming, Amy! Iâll help you,â he declared, a serious expression crossing his little face. The way he spoke, it was as if he were preparing to climb a mountain, not help his baby sister onto a swing.
He placed a comforting hand on Ameliaâs shoulder, patting her gently. âDonât worry, Amy. Iâll get you up there,â he reassured her. Berry sat down nearby, tilting his head as if watching the scene unfold with keen interest.
Alex held the swing steady, lowering it slightly to make it easier for her to grab. Amelia gave it her best shot, tugging herself forward and then clinging to her brotherâs back, her small legs kicking as she tried to hoist herself up. But she kept slipping back down with a tiny thud, her face scrunched in concentration.
Seeing her struggle, Alex crouched down thoughtfully, tapping his chin with one finger like heâd seen his dad do when he was deep in thought. âOkay, hm⌠maybe try to use my back like a lilâ stool?â he offered, glancing up at her with a hopeful smile. âIâll be like a step!â
Ameliaâs eyes lit up, and she gave him an excited nod, as if this was the most brilliant plan sheâd ever heard. Alex crouched down in front of the swing, bracing himself. âAlright, Amy, climb on!â he called out, his voice full of determination.
With a delighted giggle, Amelia leaned onto her brotherâs back and clutched his T-shirt with her chubby little hands. She climbed as best as she could, trying to pull herself upâbut her grip on his shirt only tightened as she clambered, her arms slipping around his neck. Alex winced, his voice coming out in a slightly strained laugh. âAmy⌠youâre kinda⌠choking me,â he gasped, though he kept steady, determined to help her however he could.
Harry and YN watched from nearby, biting back their laughter as Alex tried to be the perfect big brother, his determination and care making them both melt a little inside. Berry, still sitting close by, tilted his head again, ears perked as he followed every bit of the action.
Eventually, Alex, catching his breath, stood up, looking down at his sister with a thoughtful frown. âAlright, Amy, letâs try it another way,â he said, more determined than ever to help her reach her goal.
He pointed at the swing seat with a very serious expression, bending down to her level. âJust try to sit on it. Right here,â he said, gesturing to the exact spot where she should aim. âWatch, Iâll show you.â
With exaggerated care, he climbed onto the swing himself, wiggling around on the seat to demonstrate how to sit properly. Then he hopped off and held the swing firmly in place again, giving her an encouraging nod. âOkay, now you try.â
Amelia looked at him, wide-eyed with admiration for her big brother, and then turned back to the swing. She grasped it carefully with both hands, her face full of concentration, and this time, after a few wobbly attempts, she managed to pull herself up, finally plopping down on the seat with a triumphant squeal.
Alexâs face broke into a huge grin. âYou did it, Amy!â he cheered, clapping his hands. âYouâre a big girl now!â
Amelia giggled, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and Alex gave the swing a gentle push, sending her gliding back and forth, her delighted squeals filling the backyard. Each time she swung forward, she let out a little giggle, her laughter filling the air.
Harry and YN stood side by side, their arms wrapped around each other as they watched Alex carefully push Amelia on the swing. Her joyful squeals mixed with the gentle creak of the swing, and Alexâs steady encouragement filled the air. Berry trotted nearby, tail wagging, occasionally glancing up as if to make sure everything was under control.
Harry tightened his arm around YNâs shoulders, pulling her close as he shook his head in admiration. âHeâs⌠heâs really the best big brother, isnât he?â he said, his voice soft with awe. âLook at himâso gentle with her, so patient. I canât believe heâs only six.â
YN beamed, her eyes fixed on their son as she watched him push Amelia with such care, his face serious with concentration, as if he were on an important mission. âI know,â she replied, her voice warm with pride. âHeâs amazing with her, isnât he? Always looking out for her, always so sweet. I feel like weâre really⌠doing something right.â
Harry looked down at her, a playful glint in his eyes. âWell, I think youâre doing most of it right,â he teased, bumping her shoulder with his. âIâm just here to make sure they know how to make a mess and have fun.â
YN laughed, nudging him back. âOh, please, Harryâyouâre their hero. Every time you walk in, they light up. Youâre like their personal superhero.â
Harry chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. âI donât know about âsuperhero,â but⌠seeing them like this, watching them take care of each other? Thatâs everything.â He paused, his gaze softening as he looked back at Alex and Amelia. âTheyâre so lucky to have each other. And I think⌠weâre pretty lucky to have them, too.â
YN nodded, her heart swelling as she took in the sceneâtheir two little ones, working together, supporting each other in their own innocent, unfiltered way. âItâs moments like these that make it all worth it, donât they?â she murmured, leaning her head against his shoulder. âAll the late nights, all the messy meals and chaotic mornings⌠all of it. Seeing them happy, and kind, and just⌠them.â
Harry gave her a soft smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead. âWeâve got a good thing going, donât we?â he said, his voice thick with emotion. âI couldnât imagine a better team than this. You and me⌠and these two.â He gestured toward Alex and Amelia, his eyes crinkling with pride. âWeâre doing something right, YNN. I know we are.â
Just then, Alex looked over his shoulder and spotted his parents watching. His face lit up with pride, and he called out, âLook, Mum! Dad! Amyâs swinging! I got her up here all by myself!â
YN and Harry exchanged a warm glance before waving back, beaming with pride. âYouâre the best big brother, Alex!â YN called out, giving him a big thumbs-up. âAmyâs so lucky to have you.â
Alexâs cheeks flushed with pride, and he turned back to Amelia, giving her swing another gentle push. âDid you hear that, Amy? Mum and Dad said Iâm the best big brother ever!â he whispered to her, smiling from ear to ear.
Watching him, Harry gave YNâs hand a gentle squeeze. âWeâre raising some pretty great kids, arenât we?â he murmured, his eyes sparkling with pride. âIf nothing else, Iâd say weâre getting that part just right.â
YN looked up at him, her eyes shining. âCouldnât agree more.â
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Helloooo love, could I have nr 1, 13, 23(reader) and 28 with Daniel ricciardo?đ¤ so needy for him
Forbidden - Daniel Ricciardo (requested)
As requested: a Daniel Ricciardo fanfic with a few prompts from the list! It's my first Ricciardo fanfic, so I hope I wrote it like you hoped lol :) It turned out a little longer than I expected, but I honestly like how it turned out! (I didn't proofread it, so excuse any mistakes lol)
masterlist | promptlist âłpairing: daniel ricciardo x female!verstappen!reader âłword count: 7,7K âłprompts used: 1 - 'Use my thigh", 13 - "You're fucking soaked". 23 - "I..Uh.." - "I have never done this before" & 28 "We shouldn't do this" âłwarnings: friends to lovers, brothers teammate trope, age gap (8 years), kissing, alcohol, drunk, explicit sexual content, 18+ (MDNI!), jealousy, sexual tension âłsummary: In which it's 2017 and Max Verstappen's twin sister gets a little too involved with her brothers teammate
You honestly had no idea how you'd come up with the not-so-clever idea of getting wasted in a Monaco nightclub, but right now, you couldnât care less. The music thumped through the room, blending with the haze of alcohol and dim, colorful lights, and a certain curly-haired Australian who had slipped off to the bar for another drink lingered in your mind.
As the beat softened into something deeper, sultrier, you found yourself moving with Carlos once more. His hands rested casually on your hips, his thumbs brushing over the fabric of your dress as you swayed together. Ever since your twin, Max, joined the Formula 1 grid, Carlos had become one of your closest friends.
Carlos leaned in, his lips close to your ear, his voice a low murmur against the music. "So⌠when are you finally gonna hook up with Danny?"
You scoffed, playfully swatting the back of his head. âOh, shut up, will you?â
Carlos only grinned, knowing exactly how you felt about Daniel. He'd been trying to push you toward him for ages, but as always, you deflected. âI donât think Max would be thrilled if I hooked up with his teammate,â you replied, though a part of you knew that wasnât the real reason youâd been holding back.
Carlos shrugged with a smirk. âDid you forget how convinced Max was that we were hooking up back at Toro Rosso? He didnât seem too bothered by that idea, did he?â
You rolled your eyes, chuckling as you swayed in rhythm with him, your fingers linking behind his neck. âYeah, vividly. But that was differentâŚâ You let out a laugh, trying to keep your tone casual. âFor one, our age gap was a lot smaller than Daniel and mine.â
Carlos raised an eyebrow. âYouâre 20, who cares? Danielâs 28âitâs not like heâs ancient.â
Sighing, you dropped your forehead against Carlosâs shoulder. âBesides, even if he would consider hooking up with me, heâd probably be disappointed. Iâve never⌠well, you know. Iâve only gone as far as giving a guy a blowie in a club bathroom, and even that was a drunken disaster. Somehow, I doubt a 28-year-old is looking for a hookup with a 20-year-old virgin.â
Carlos chuckled under his breath, rolling his eyes as he shook his head. âYou're really that blind, aren't you? The guy is absolutely head over heels for you.â
You opened your mouth to protest, but Carlos shifted his grip, spinning you around so your back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist to guide your movements. To anyone watching, it looked like a slow grind, intimate and close, even though he left enough space to keep things comfortable.
He steered you both around the dance floor, inching you closer to the bar. âLook at him,â Carlos murmured in your ear, lifting a hand to tilt your chin ever so slightly. âSee for yourself.â
Your gaze landed on Daniel, and your breath caught in your throat. There he was, leaning against the bar, drink in hand, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity you hadnât seen before. His jaw was tight, his lips set in a straight line as he took in every shift of your body against Carlosâs, his gaze dark, brooding, and unmistakably heated. The way his eyes drifted, tracing the curve of your legs, lingering on your hips as they moved, made your heart race. He wasnât just watching; he was studying, every look brimming with tension and frustration.
Carlosâs laughter hummed against your back, pulling you out of your trance. âThe guyâs been staring daggers at me since the second we started dancing.â
âNo way,â you murmured, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady, even though your pulse hammered in your ears. âHeâs just⌠looking. Nothing more.â
Carlos raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he leaned down to murmur against your ear, âWho are you trying to convince? Me⌠or yourself?â
âFuck,â you huffed, feeling your cheeks flush under Danielâs gaze, heat spreading through you in a way that felt as dangerous as it was thrilling. âI need more alcohol.â
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Hours and too many drinks later, youâd long since shed your usual shyness, finding a brazen confidence in the music, the crowd, and the glimmer of alcohol-fueled ease in every movement. The world felt hazy but thrilling, every pulse of the bass reverberating through you as you let yourself sink into the beat.
Carlos watched your transformation, amused at how you threw back shots and laughed a little louder than before. At one point, you looked back at him over your shoulder, eyes bright and mischievous, completely oblivious to the intensity with which a certain Australian had been watching you both.
With a chuckle and a playful push, Carlos nudged you forward, aiming you right in Danielâs direction. âGo on, dance with him already,â he teased, his smirk saying he knew exactly what he was doing.
You stumbled into Daniel, feeling his hand steady you, his fingers lingering just a second too long as you regained your balance. âWell, fancy seeing you here, Ricciardo,â you quipped, your voice carrying an edge of flirtation that you didnât usually dare with him.
Danielâs lips curled into that easy, charming smile, his fingers still on your waist. âFancy that. Youâre looking a little⌠spirited tonight,â he replied, his eyes raking over you with a mixture of amusement and something darker, something almost hungry that you couldnât miss, even in your haze. He was trying to play it off, keep things casual, but his gaze lingered just a bit too long, drawn to the curve of your hips, the dip of your collarbone, and the dress that had ridden up just enough to reveal more of your thigh.
âOh yeah?â you leaned in close, fingers grazing up his arm, catching the way his eyes followed every movement. âWhat do you mean, âspirited?ââ You were close enough to catch the hint of his cologne, something warm and subtly spicy, like he was, and it made you feel just a little bolder.
Daniel chuckled, but his fingers tightened slightly at your waist as if grounding himself. âJust saying,â he replied, âI donât usually see you dancing like that.â His eyes sparkled with a mix of fondness and something a little more conflicted. He was trying so hard to keep things cool, but you could tell he was affected. âEspecially with Carlos. Didnât know he was your type.â
You laughed, moving your body a little closer to his, playfully ignoring the tension that brewed between you. âCarlos? Nah. Heâs more like⌠a dance partner for the night. Besides,â you added, looking up at him through your lashes, âI think my type is just a little taller⌠curly hair.. and definitely Australian.â
A flicker of something like surprise crossed his face, his eyes briefly widening before he collected himself. He swallowed, looking away, almost as if to compose himself. âIs that so?â he murmured, his fingers curling at your waist, his voice low.
Just then, the music changed to something slower, a sensual rhythm that had you pressing a little closer against him. Danielâs hands slipped to your waist, pulling you flush against him, his heartbeat thrumming fast under your hands as you settled into a rhythm together. You let your body sway, your hips pressing against him as his hands guided you, holding you steady and closer than he should.
âGotta stop moving like that,â he mumbled, his voice tight, a strained note of amusement as he tried to mask how breathless he sounded.
You looked up at him with a smirk. âWhy?â you asked, feigning innocence, though the mischievous gleam in your eyes told him you knew exactly what you were doing.
He swallowed, his gaze darkening as his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you flush against him. The movement brought you closer than before, and in that instant, you felt himâhard, pressing against you through his jeans, undeniable and unrestrained. A thrill shot through you as your eyes met his, your gaze drifting downward for a fleeting second, then back up to find his expression transformed, conflicted and charged. His voice was rough, edged with that undeniable tension. âYou know very well why,â he murmured, his tone thick with barely restrained desire and frustration, his fingers gripping your waist as if to hold himself back.
Your lips parted in surprise, but you didn't move away. Instead, you let a slow smile spread across your face, your body swaying against him just enough to deepen his predicament. Danielâs jaw clenched, his gaze darting down to where your bodies pressed together, his expression shifting between longing and resistance, the internal battle clear as he tried to keep himself grounded, even as you blurred every boundary between you.
You felt the heat radiating off him, the subtle hitch in his breathing, the way his fingers trembled slightly against your waist.
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Hours later, you stumbled out of the bathroom, trying to make your way back to the dance floor but feeling far less coordinated than before. The world tilted slightly as you bumped into a table, a stray chair, and even a few club-goers who offered you amused or annoyed glances.
âAlright, I think youâve had enough to drink for one night, darling,â came a familiar voice from behind, warm and steady. Before you could turn, a hand wrapped around your upper arm, steadying you, and the familiar scent of Daniel surrounded you, grounding you.
You turned to him with an exaggerated pout, his arm still holding you up. âI⌠Iâm definitely⌠not,â you managed, words slightly slurred as you tried to shake off his grip, failing miserably. He chuckled softly, clearly amused.
Danielâs gaze softened, his eyes roaming over you with a mix of tenderness and barely concealed desire. Your dress had shifted, one strap sliding off your shoulder, the hem hitching up to reveal more skin than you intended. He took in the sight, pausing for just a moment too long before swallowing hard and composing himself.
âLetâs get you sorted out here,â he murmured, reaching to fix your dress. His fingers brushed over your shoulder, grazing your skin, and he swallowed hard, the gentle touches sending a thrill through you. His hands moved lower, trying to straighten the hem, and his fingers brushed over the curve of your thigh, a touch that made you let out a soft, involuntary whimper. His eyes darkened, and he hesitated, looking like he wanted to pull away but unable to tear himself away from the way you looked at him.
âMm⌠feels nice,â you murmured, leaning into his touch, your gaze half-lidded as you looked up at him, lips parted slightly. You noticed how he tensed, his jaw clenched, clearly struggling to resist.
âCome on,â he said, clearing his throat, his voice a little rough. âLetâs get you back to the hotel.â
He led you through the club, supporting you with one arm wrapped securely around you. As you stumbled along, your hand brushed over his chest, lingering a little longer than necessary, your fingers tracing small patterns as you walked. He glanced down, swallowing, his throat bobbing as he tried to keep his focus. Along the way, you nearly collided with Max, who took one look at you and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm bringing your sister back to the hotel," Daniel explained, nodding toward you with a hint of amusement. "Sheâs absolutely hammered."
Max smirked, his eyes flicking between you and Daniel. "You sure? I can take her back if youâd rather stay. I know she canât hold her liquor."
âHey!â you interjected, stumbling slightly as you tried to regain your balance, waving off your brother with a slurred, âI-Ik ben niet eens d-dronkenâŚâ (Iâm not even drunk). You gave him a half-hearted glare, rolling your eyes in exaggerated annoyance.
Daniel glanced at Max with a small, amused shake of his head. âI have no clue what she just said, but donât worry, Iâve got it,â he reassured him. âI was planning to head home anyway, and besides,â he added with a smile, âour apartments are in the same building anyway, so it's no hassleâ
Max nodded, giving you a quick pat on the shoulder before turning back to Daniel. "Alright, mate. Get her home safe."
With that, Max watched as Daniel guided you gently but firmly toward the exit, his grip steadying you as you leaned against him, too tipsy to resist.
When you reached the curb, he helped you into a cab, sliding in beside you. You leaned against him, head resting on his shoulder, your hand slipping to rest on his thigh, your fingers drifting ever so slightly higher, sending a rush of heat through him.
âYouâre drunk,â he murmured, his voice low and strained, trying to keep his breathing even.
You looked up at him with a playful, tipsy grin, fingers tracing the fabric of his jeans. âSo?â
He bit his lip, fighting a losing battle against his own desires, his hand covering yours to stop its teasing ascent. Heâd never seen you this forward, this flirtatious, and though it thrilled him, it terrified him all the same. The line between you had always been thin, but tonight, with every touch, every brush of your skin against his, you were slowly erasing it.
When you arrived at the apartment building, you had began starting to sober up a tiny little bit. Still wasted obviously, but it seems as if you had a little bit more control over your own actions.
As you fumbled through your purse, your expression shifted from confidence to frustration as you realized your keys werenât there.
âI⌠I had them,â you muttered, searching again, only for the reality to settle in. âI mustâve left them with Carlos or Max.â
You looked up at Daniel with a mischievous glint in your eyes, swaying slightly on your feet. âGuess that means Iâm staying with you?â
Daniel hesitated, his resolve weakening as he searched your face, taking in the way your lips quirked in that daring, flirtatious smile. He was already in too deep, the familiar ache in his chest too hard to ignore. After a moment, he let out a resigned sigh, offering a small, reluctant smile as he nodded.
âYeah, alright,â he said softly, his hand brushing over your back as he guided you inside. âBut youâve gotta promise me youâll go straight to bed.â
You leaned in, closer than necessary, your breath warm against his cheek. âWeâll see about that,â you murmured playfully, sending one last spark of heat through him as he led you toward his apartment, both of you caught in a delicate balance of desire, restraint, and the thrill of the unspoken between you.
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Daniel led you to his kitchen, pulling out a stool by the bar, gesturing for you to sit. But you had other ideas. Following him over to the sink, you leaned back against the counter, lifting yourself up onto it. Your dress slid up as you settled, exposing nearly everything to anyone watching.
Daniel turned off the tap, glass in hand, and was about to pass it to you when he caught sight of you. His gaze trailed over your bare thighs, and his breath hitched, eyes widening as he muttered, âFuck.â His eyes lingered, and he dared to glance lower, noticing the smallest glimpse of black lace between your slightly parted legs.
Swallowing hard, he gripped the counter edge, his knuckles whitening as he fought the overwhelming urge to close the distance between you, his lips already tingling with the desire to claim yours. Forcing himself to look away, he pressed the glass into your hand, his voice husky and tight. âDrink this. It'll help,â he murmured, barely able to keep his composure. âIâll⌠Iâll go grab a shirt for you. So you donât have to sleep in that dress.â
You downed the water in one swift gulp, letting your gaze drift back to him. The proximity hit you both, close enough for you to see the tension in his jaw and the way his Adamâs apple bobbed as he swallowed. But what captured your attention most was the unmistakable bulge in his jeans, straining against the fabric, betraying the restraint he tried so hard to maintain.
A slow smirk crept across your lips as you reached out, letting your fingers graze his arm, traveling in a slow, tantalizing path up to his shoulder, then down his chest, inching ever closer to his belt. But before you could reach it, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist firmly. âWe⌠we shouldnât do this,â he muttered, voice low and rough as he gently pushed your hand away, though his touch lingered just a second too long, his resolve wavering.
Undeterred, you hopped down from the counter, stepping forward until there was barely any space left between you. Confidence you hadnât realized you possessed surged through you, and you reached out, cupping him through his jeans. He let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, his resolve crumbling under the pressure of your touch.
Bringing your lips close to his ear, you whispered, your voice a hushed, sultry tease, âThatâs what you say⌠but your bodyâs telling me something else entirely.â
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Daniel forced himself to gather every shred of self-control he could muster, putting a few steps of distance between you before he turned on his heel, heading to his bedroom to grab a shirt from the closet. His mind raced as he moved. He wanted youâGod, he wanted you more than anythingâbut he knew you were drunk, teetering on that edge where even a soft touch or glance was hazy with the thrill of it all. And as much as he ached to feel your lips on his, to let every longing heâd harbored for so long finally spill over, he didnât want to take advantage of your current state.
Yet, you were making it damn near impossible to keep his composure. Every touch, every glance, every whisper made his restraint crumble bit by bit, leaving him clinging to the last threads of resolve.
When he made his way to the bathroom with the shirt in hand, he stopped in the doorway, noticing you struggling with the zipper of your dress, your back turned to him. The zipper was halfway down, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of your bare skin, and his heart pounded harder, fighting between propriety and desire.
âDanny, can you help me with the zipper, please?â Your voice was soft, but the note of longing was unmistakable, each word sparking something primal within him.
He hesitated, but before he could stop himself, he stepped forward, leaving the shirt on the sink, and positioned himself behind you. His fingers brushed your skin as he reached for the zipper, feeling the warmth radiating off you. You shivered at his touch, a soft, involuntary whimper escaping your lips that sent a jolt through him. He dragged the zipper down slowly, his fingers grazing your skin, unable to resist lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.
Once the zipper was down, you slipped the straps off your shoulders, the dress falling effortlessly down your frame, pooling at your feet. Danielâs breath caught in his throat as he took you in, standing before him in nothing but your black lace lingerie. He clenched his jaw, feeling a wave of heat course through him, the last of his rationality slipping as his eyes traced over every curve, every inch of you laid bare.
You turned to face him, the look in your eyes a mixture of vulnerability and desire, a silent plea that tugged at the very core of him. Reaching up, you let your fingers graze the stubble on his jaw, caressing his cheek as you held his gaze. âKiss me, Daniel,â you whispered, your voice barely audible, a soft, desperate invitation.
It was all he needed. His restraint finally shattered, and he closed the distance between you in a heartbeat. His hand cupped your cheek, fingers threading through your hair as he captured your lips in a kiss that was fierce, urgent, filled with all the pent-up emotion and longing heâd been holding back. You melted into him, pressing closer, every brush of his lips igniting sparks that spread through your body.
His hands slid down to the small of your back, then lower, gripping your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly, setting you onto the countertop of the bathroom sink. He stepped between your legs, his body pressing firmly against yours, grounding you in the heat and solidity of him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The slight tug on his hair drew a low, guttural moan from him, his chest heaving as he leaned into you, lost in the feel of you against him.
His hands roamed over your body, sliding along your curves, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You gasped against his mouth, a sound that turned into a soft moan, each note pushing him closer to the edge of his composure. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips, exploring, tasting, savoring every second. You could taste the hint of whiskey on his lips, warm and heady, mingling with his natural, intoxicating flavor. Every brush of his tongue against yours sent a surge of heat pooling between your legs, each movement building the need that pulsed through you.
Daniel pulled you closer, his grip tightening as you felt his hardness pressing against you, undeniable, unmistakable. The sensation made you dizzy, your entire body responding to him, the ache between your thighs intensifying as you instinctively rocked your hips against him. His breath hitched, and he let out a soft, unrestrained groan, his head dipping to press heated, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down to the sensitive spot behind your ear. His lips left a trail of warmth, each kiss setting your skin alight, making you ache for more.
âDaniel,â you murmured, voice barely a whisper, breathless as you held him closer, âI need⌠IâŚâ
He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and filled with a barely contained fire. âUse my thigh, love,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire, encouraging you, his words laced with both restraint and indulgence. The suggestion was almost too much, the heat in his eyes spurring you on, each word sending another pulse of arousal through you.
You didnât hesitate, shifting your hips to grind against his thigh, a soft moan slipping from your lips as you felt the friction, your panties already damp against his jeans. Danielâs hands gripped your waist, guiding you, his own breath coming faster as he watched, the sight of you losing yourself in the pleasure unraveling him bit by bit.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, his voice rough as he pressed a kiss to your temple, his hands urging you to move, encouraging every motion. âBeen wanting this⌠wanting you⌠for so damn long.â He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin as he spoke, his voice shaky, every word spilling out in a way that only fueled the fire between you.
âSeeing you with Carlos tonight,â he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear, âit drove me crazy. Couldnât stand it. I wanted to kill him for touching youâ He paused, lifting his head to look into your eyes, his gaze raw, vulnerable, every wall heâd built around himself now shattered. âIâve wanted you like this⌠needed you like this⌠for so long.â
Every word, every touch, every heated gaze pushed you further, his encouragement spurring you on as you moved against him, feeling the delicious friction, the warmth spreading through you as you both succumbed to the intoxicating pull of each other.
Danielâs breathing grew ragged as he watched you move against his thigh, each roll of your hips sending a wave of heat through him. The way you looked at him, with that mixture of need and adoration, was undoing him in the best possible way.
Your breathing came in shallow, needy gasps as you looked up at him, eyes heavy with desire. âGod, Daniel⌠you have no idea how good you look right now,â you murmured, your voice thick with arousal.
Your soft moans and whispered praises only fueled him more, each one pushing him to explore, to give you everything you were craving. His gaze darkening even more as he captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of pent-up desire and affection into it.
Without breaking the kiss, he slid you back a little on the counter, his hands gripping your hips firmly. You gasped as his fingers traced the edge of your panties, his touch light but electrifying, and he paused, his gaze meeting yours as if asking for permission.
You gave a small nod, your breath catching as his hand slipped beneath the lace, his fingers brushing over you, his touch igniting every nerve ending. His breath hitched when he felt just how wet you were, a low groan escaping his lips as he murmured, âGod, youâre soaked.â
The words sent a thrill through you, making you arch into his touch, craving more. His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, exploring and teasing, drawing out your reactions, each moan and gasp fueling his own desire âThe way you make me feel⌠God, itâs like you know exactly what I need.â
Your words lit a fire in him, a spark that deepened the hunger in his gaze as he pulled you closer. His lips curved into a smirk, fingers dipping lower as he murmured, âYeah? I think I could get used to hearing that.â
He watched you intently, captivated by every expression, every sound that escaped your lips as he continued, building the tension higher with each movement.
You clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as his fingers moved with perfect rhythm, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He whispered soft words of encouragement, his voice low and full of affection. âThatâs it, love⌠youâre doing so well. Let go for me,â he murmured, his tone both comforting and enticing.
And then, as his touch pushed you over the edge, a wave of pure ecstasy washed over you, and you cried out his name, your body shuddering as he held you through it, his gaze never leaving yours.
Once you came down from your high, your hand started making their way to Daniel's jeans, intending to return the favor, yet your movements where halted once again by his fingers around your wrist "I won't be able to hold back if you continue" he mumbled, his lips pressing soft kisses against the skin of your neck.
"Maybe that's the point" you whispered seductively.
He shook his head "As much as I would love to, I'm not sleeping with you while you're drunk" he whispered as he pressed one last kiss against your cheek, before he pulled away, grabbing the shirt that was still on the sink with his free hand, assisting you to pull it over your head "We'll talk about it tomorrow, and then we'll see"
As if the post orgasm haze started to kick in, you felt yourself getting tired, giving yourself over to the Australian driver as he carefully lifted you off of the sink and carried you over to his bedroom, placing you down onto it.
He was intending to get up and sleep on the couch, just in case you wouldn't remember things tomorrow, or worse, remember it, but regretting things. But the soft plea that left your lips stopped him in his tracks "Please, stay with me?"
It was as if his legs moved on their own accord, slipping into the bed next to you, feeling you crawl into his arms, your head resting on his chest. Once he noticed you were sound asleep, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and send Max a quick text:
Daniel: Your sister is sound asleep btw, she's crashing here, since she apparently forgot her keys or something.
Max: Figured as much indeed, Carlos came over and handed me her keys, said she forgot to take them before she left. Max: Thanks for letting me know, I'll torture her tomorrow about her headache ;)
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As the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, you stirred, feeling the gentle warmth touch your skin as you blinked awake. It took a moment to piece things together, the room unfamiliar, the quiet hum of an unfamiliar space settling around you. When realization dawned, it hit all at once. This wasnât your apartmentâthis was Danielâs.
Your eyes widened, and you scanned the room, momentarily panicked. But the bed beside you was empty, the sheets cool to the touch, which brought a small wave of relief. Sitting up slowly, you took a breath, glancing down to see yourself dressed in one of Danielâs shirts. The soft fabric brushed your skin, and you realized, with a sudden blush, that you were only in his shirt and your lingerie.
Heart pounding, you swung your legs over the side of the bed, trying to clear the fog of last nightâs hazy memories. The details were elusive, flashes of warmth, laughter, and maybe⌠something more. You felt oddly refreshed, but the lack of clarity gnawed at you. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself to find him, needing some answers.
Moving carefully down the hallway, you made your way to the bathroom, hoping to splash some water on your face, collect yourself before facing him. You twisted the doorknob, assuming the room would be empty. Instead, steam filled the space, and you froze, the faint outline of a figure behind the frosted shower door capturing your attention.
Your gaze locked on the silhouette, recognizing Daniel immediatelyâthe shape of his shoulders, the familiar line of his back. A rush of heat flooded through you, your mind replaying a rush of emotions from last night, and you pressed your thighs together instinctively, trying to banish the sudden surge of desire. You knew you should turn around, slip out quietly, but you were rooted to the spot, utterly transfixed.
Before you could retreat, Daniel turned off the shower, reaching for a towel and wrapping it low around his waist before stepping out. His gaze landed on you, his mouth curving into a smirk, droplets still trailing down his chest and abs. His dark hair was wet, small drops sliding from his curls, and the steam radiated off his skin, casting him in a hazy glow.
âWell, good morning to you too,â he said, his voice a rich, low rumble, his signature smirk making your pulse race. âIf you wanted to see me naked this bad, all you had to do was ask. No need to sneak up on me.â His tone was teasing, though his gaze held a hint of something deeper, something almost daring you to respond.
Your cheeks flushed, and you raised your hands to cover your face. âOh God, Iâm so sorry,â you stammered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and that same lingering heat from last night.
You heard him chuckle softly, and when you dared to peek through your fingers, heâd already dried off and slipped into a shirt and a pair of boxers. He stepped closer, gently pulling your hands away from your face, his expression softened, a trace of warmth in his morning-rough voice. âNo need to be so shy, darling,â he murmured, the words filled with a quiet affection that sent a shiver down your spine.
You glanced at him, unable to ignore how close he was, feeling both relieved and oddly disappointed that he was now dressed. You couldnât deny how good he looked, fresh out of the shower, the lingering scent of soap and warmth filling the space between you.
But the question weighed on your mind, and finally, you managed to ask, âPlease tell me we didnâtâŚ?â
Danielâs gaze softened further, his eyes flickering with an understanding smile as he placed a steadying hand on your shoulder, letting it linger for just a moment before he replied. âIf we slept together? No, we didnât.â
A breath you hadnât realized you were holding slipped out in relief. Before you could fully process it, though, Daniel added, âBut Iâm also not gonna pretend that you didnât try to⌠and Iâm definitely not going to act like nothing else happened.â
His words hung in the air, and you felt your breath catch, a wave of both nerves and arousal coursing through you. âOh God,â you mumbled, lifting yourself onto the countertop by the sink, feeling a little dizzy, staring at the floor as you tried to piece together what he meant. âWhat did I make you do?â
Daniel leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze steady and entirely too knowing as he took in the expression on your face. âYou didnât make me do anything, darling,â he said softly, his tone gentle yet firm. âIt takes two to tango.â
The words lingered in the quiet, settling over you with a weight you couldnât ignore. He shifted, stepping closer, his gaze never leaving yours. âLetâs just say⌠this isnât the first time youâve sat on that countertop in the last 24 hours. Although, last night it was for⌠different reasons.â
As soon as he said it, memories rushed back in vivid, unfiltered flashesâthe feel of his hands, the press of his lips, the way he held you as if heâd waited forever to do so. Your cheeks flushed deeper, the weight of those memories flooding you, the reality of what had happened leaving you breathless.
âOh God,â you murmured, looking down, struggling to meet his eyes. The blush deepened, and you tried to banish the embarrassment, but it was impossible to hide the way your body reacted to just being near him, recalling every detail of last night.
Daniel watched you, his gaze contemplative, and he let out a small sigh, pressing his lips together before speaking. âLook⌠you were drunk. Iâd had a bit to drink too. I understand if you regret itâ His voice was steady, but there was a subtle tension underneath, as if he was holding something back.
You took a deep breath, fiddling with your hands as you struggled to find the right words. "Yeah, about that.." you said, taking a deep breath before continuing "There might be a slight problem to that"
Daniel studied the way you were acting, unsure of what to expect âWe can pretend it didnât happen, if thatâs what you want. That's no problemâ he offered, though his tone held a hint of something unresolved, something unsaid.
Finally, you looked up at him, your gaze meeting his, the sincerity in your expression clear. âWell⌠I guess the problem is that..â you whispered, voice barely audible at first, but then you gathered your courage and continued, âI donât regret it, Daniel⌠not at all.â
The words hung in the air between you, thickening the silence, every hidden feeling and unspoken desire now out in the open. His eyes widened slightly, the guarded expression slipping as something raw and vulnerable crossed his face.
Daniel's eyes softened at your words, the vulnerable confession drawing him closer, dissolving any remaining space between you. He stepped forward, situating himself between your legs once more, just like he had done last night, but this time you were both sober.
His presence warm and steady, grounding you in the intimacy of the moment. His hands reached up slowly, one gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing a soft line along your skin, the other tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze was deep, intense, and full of affection as he looked into your eyes, his face only inches from yours.
"Good," he whispered, his voice low and tender, âbecause I donât regret it either.â
Without another word, he closed the distance, his lips finding yours in a gentle, unhurried kiss. There was no urgency, only a steady, deliberate affection that conveyed every unspoken emotion heâd held back. His kiss was soft and careful, full of warmth, each touch of his lips conveying the depth of his feelings as he held you close.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, and you both shared a quiet, contented breath, wrapped up in the warmth of the moment. But the tenderness only fueled the lingering desire that had simmered between you both, and with a sudden burst of confidence, you grasped the collar of his shirt, pulling him back to you.
This time, the kiss deepened, your lips moving in sync as the restraint melted away, giving way to something more fervent, tinged with longing. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you even closer, his fingers splaying against your skin. The gentle intimacy turned heated, your mouths exploring, tongues teasing as the passion escalated with each passing second. You could feel his breath hitch as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and he groaned softly against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.
Without breaking the kiss, your lips began to wander, trailing a path from his mouth to his jaw, where you lingered, pressing soft, teasing kisses that made him shudder under your touch. You could feel the subtle stubble against your lips, the warmth radiating from his skin as you moved lower, planting slow, lingering kisses along his neck, tasting the faint hint of his cologne mixed with his natural scent. Each kiss seemed to draw a deeper, ragged breath from him, his chest rising and falling as he leaned into every touch, unable to hold back the quiet sounds of pleasure escaping his lips.
You let your hands roam freely, exploring the strong lines of his shoulders, fingers tracing down the curves of his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. His pulse thrummed beneath your touch, quickening with each passing second. He swallowed hard, his breathing growing heavier as you continued, savoring every inch of him.
âGod, Daniel,â you whispered against his neck, letting your lips brush the words over his skin. âYou have no idea how good you look like this⌠or how good you feel.â Your voice was soft but laced with genuine admiration and a suggestive edge that had his grip on your waist tightening.
âFuckâŚâ he muttered, his voice thick with need as your words and touch clearly had an effect on him. He tilted his head back, giving you more access, his eyes closing for a moment as he absorbed the sensations.
Your lips brushed his ear, and you could feel him shiver as you whispered, âIâve wanted this for so long, wanted to feel you⌠just like this.â Your words spilled out as you continued trailing kisses, his low groan fueling your confidence as you let your hands drift lower.
You let your fingers slide down his torso, tracing every line and curve of his body with deliberate, teasing slowness. Your hand finally ventured to the waistband of his boxers, and you pressed your palm against him, feeling the unmistakable hardness through the fabric. His breath hitched, a deep, guttural sound escaping his throat as he instinctively pushed into your touch, his fingers digging into your waist.
âGod, you feel incredible,â you murmured, palming him gently, feeling his arousal grow beneath your hand, hardening with each brush of your fingers. âIâve wanted this for so long, Daniel⌠wanted to know how youâd feel like this,â you admitted, voice a mix of admiration and desire.
âShit⌠youâre⌠youâre killing me here,â he managed, his voice a strained whisper as he looked down at you, his eyes dark and filled with unrestrained want. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer, his breathing growing heavier as he lost himself in every touch, every word you murmured against him.
You continued your slow, deliberate movements, letting your fingers trace along his length through the fabric, a satisfied smile crossing your face as he groaned in response, his hips pressing into your hand. âGod, you look so good like this,â you breathed, meeting his gaze for a moment, taking in the way his face was flushed, his expression filled with raw, unfiltered desire.
âKeep talking like that, and⌠fuck, youâre gonna drive me insane,â he rasped, his voice low, rough with need, his hands gripping your hips with more intensity, clearly unable to resist the effect you were having on him.
Emboldened by his reaction, you slipped a hand inside the waistband of his boxers, your fingers wrapping around him, and his entire body tensed, a shuddered moan escaping his lips as he exhaled sharply. As you started running your thumb along his length, savoring the way he twitched in your hand, his face contorted with pleasure as he bit his lip.
âGod⌠that feels so good,â he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked down at you, his expression a mixture of awe and arousal. His hands roamed up and down your back, and you could feel the effect of every touch, every word, as his breathing grew heavier.
Between breaths, you whispered softly in his ear, âI want you, Daniel. All of you.â The words tumbled out, filled with a raw honesty that made him draw back just enough to meet your gaze.
In one swift, effortless motion, he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to his bed. He laid you gently onto the soft sheets, hovering over you as his lips met yours once more, igniting the same passion that had brought you here. Each kiss was heated and lingering, hands tracing and memorizing every line, every curve, savoring every moment that had led to this.
As his lips left a trail of kisses along your collarbone, your breaths came faster, and the anticipation tightened around you. But then when Daniel started removing your panties, you felt a familiar wave of nerves rise, and your voice trembled slightly as you spoke.
âI⌠uhâŚâ you began, hesitating, feeling vulnerable but needing him to know. âIâve never done this before.â The words left you in a shy, almost apologetic murmur, your cheeks heating as you admitted it. You lowered your gaze, fidgeting slightly under his gaze, before adding, âI mean, Iâve done⌠other things. Just⌠never got to, well, this part.â
He paused, taking in your words, his expression softening instantly. Cupping your face gently, his thumb brushed along your cheek, his gaze reassuring and kind. âHey, thereâs no pressure here. We donât have to do anything youâre not comfortable with,â he whispered, his voice steady, genuine. âWe can take it slow. Or⌠we can keep things just like this.â
You bit your lip, the vulnerability still lingering as you met his gaze. âYouâre not⌠disgusted, or something?â you asked, feeling a wave of self-consciousness bubble up. âI mean, I probably wonât be⌠any good. Youâre⌠you knowâŚâ You trailed off, your face warming as the words left you.
He let out a soft chuckle, leaning forward to kiss you gently, his lips reassuring as he lingered for a moment before pulling back to look you in the eyes. âDisgusted? Not even close,â he murmured, a faint smile on his lips. âAnd I promise you, that thought never even crossed my mind.â His thumb brushed along your cheek again, his gaze warm and encouraging. âHonestly, it doesnât matter to me. Not at all.â
You took a steadying breath, feeling his words soothe the nerves that had crept in. A smile tugged at your lips as you looked up at him, heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and newfound confidence. âI donât want to take it slow,â you admitted softly, voice barely above a whisper, but the words full of determination. âI want it to be with you, Daniel. Iâve⌠Iâve thought about this more times than I dare to admit,â you confessed, the warmth of your cheeks betraying the shyness that lingered, but you held his gaze.
His eyes softened at your words, a slow smile spreading across his face as he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. âThen I'm all yours,â he whispered, his voice filled with affection.
Without another word, Daniel leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was deeper, hungrier, every ounce of restraint between you both slipping away. His hands roamed up your back, pressing you firmly against him as your bodies melded together, the heat between you palpable. His lips moved over yours with an urgency that matched the rhythm of his heartbeat, each kiss filled with the passion that had built up over all this time, all the unspoken moments leading up to this.
Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer as you felt his quiet groan against your mouth, his own hands exploring your curves, fingers tracing your waist and pulling you flush against him. His body hovered over yours as his gaze met yours, filled with both desire and a lingering tenderness that made your heart race.
His lips found yours again, and you welcomed him with a fervor that matched his own, your mouths moving in perfect sync as the kiss grew deeper, more intense. You could feel his body pressing into yours, the weight of him grounding you, making the moment feel all the more real. His hand traveled down your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist as he settled between your legs, his hips pressing against yours in a way that made your entire body ache with anticipation, before slowly but surely entering you inch by inch.
Between kisses, his hands caressed every inch of your body, learning and savoring every curve, every response he drew from you. His mouth left a trail of kisses along your jaw, down your neck, lingering on the sensitive spots that made you gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued his slow, intoxicating descent. Each kiss, each touch seemed to stir something deeper within you, the desire building to a crescendo with every shared breath.
âFuckâŚâ you whispered, your voice soft and laced with longing, and he looked up at you, a question in his gaze, waiting for any hint of hesitation.
But you only pulled him closer, guiding him to you as your hands roamed his back, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. He leaned down again, his lips finding yours as the kiss deepened, turning into something that went beyond wordsâa culmination of everything youâd both been holding back.
In that moment, every barrier fell away, and you lost yourselves in each other, the moment filled with soft murmurs, quiet laughter, and the tender, passionate intimacy youâd both waited far too long to share.
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friends to lovers w/ msby | headcanons
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sakusa kiyoomi
- only became friends with you cause you were neighbors - he helped move your couch up to your apartment - you offered to buy him dinner in exchange for more help - after that you would just find each other everywhere - sakusaâs on the elevator when you are - heâs at the same coffee shop - even getting his groceries at the same time - so you start hanging out more - youâll go watch his games - heâll beta read your food-based articles - even joining you to try a new restaurant for your blog - the change happened for him first - when you spilled wine on his couch - you were so apologetic, doing anything you could to clean it - fell for you first AND harder - he kept it a secret for awhile - not even telling the rest of the team - (although atsumu found out pretty early on) - only told you when you confessed to him - âi like you.. and i appreciate your friendship, i just canât continue like thisâ [you] - âi like you too, and i have for a whileâ [sakusa]
atsumu miya
- met you at a volleyball game - thought you to be one his many fans - 'you want my signature or a photo? or both?' [atsumu] - 'i'm sorry who are you?' [you] - humbled him immediately - you were there investigating one of the teams for fraud and its connection with a coach - he wanted in on it as soon as he heard - wanting to tell others that he was part of a 'serious investigation' - when really you were just writing for the city's news station - however, you do come to find out that he's pretty good at it - he'd get you interviews you couldn't get before - even chatting to the coach to get him to lie through his teeth - 'pretty good investigator, aren't i?' [atsumu] - 'depends on what you define as good...' [you] - you have a very playful relationship together - meeting up at small coffee shops to discuss it - him getting a shout out at the bottom of your article - you quickly realize your own feelings a few weeks later - heâs laughing about something hinata said and the first person he looked to was you - and thereâs a light in his eyes that you realize has been there every time heâs looked into yourâs
hinata shoyo
- you met him on a layover out of brazil - you were in another part of the country when your layout took you to rio de janeiro - hinata bumped into you when walking to your gate - âiâm so sorry, i shouldâve looked-â [you] - âitâs okay! i shouldâve been paying more attention tooâ [hinata] - as an apology he walked you to your gate - only realizing when you got there that it was his gate too - you talk the enter time youâre waiting to board - he ends up in front of you on the airplane - the two of you chat as everyone gets situated on the plane - just as youâre getting off, hinata hands you a piece of paper with his phone number - âmaybe we can meet up laterâ [hinata] - âiâd love to!â [you] - as you make your way down the aisle, the paper falls from your hand - it disappears beneath a few rows - so you spend the next year wondering what wouldâve happened - magically, you run into him again at a coffee shop - âhinata?â [you] - he was ecstatic to see you again - offering to buy your coffee and chat - knowing you had just gotten out of an almost year long relationship, you tell him it can only be platonic - he accepts profusely - as you chat, you start wondering if anything could be there - and you spend a couple months strictly as friends - only breaking that rule when you invite him out to dinner
bokuto kotaro
- prefers being friends before dating - so when he meets you at his favorite coffee shop, he's inclined to learn about you slowly - you just started as a barista and you happily welcome his morning routine - he'll always come in with the intent to try something new - however, he always convinces himself to buy the same thing - 'well we have a new seasonal flavor-' [you] - 'no, no, i think the usual will work today' [bokuto] - until one day when he asked for a baked good and wanted to know if you could hang out during your break - and it slowly became routine for the two of you - youâd talk about everything under the sun - about your schooling, his volleyball, your personal lives - eventually he brings his friends to the shop to meet you - and what cements his budding crush on you is just how well you get along with them all - akaashi to atsumu, youâre able to communicate so well with them - watching you be so kind to them just got his heart beating - and heâs vocal about a lot but he was too nervous to say anything - especially when he didnât want to lose your friendship - so he only said something when akaashi told him to - telling him that he could âtotally seeâ the crush you have on him
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Death Wish 8
Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: mob!Bucky Barnes
Part of the mob drabbles au
Summary:Â youâre desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â¤ď¸
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Kitty huffs, a rare moment of agitation, and blows it out sharply. She thrusts her hands forward and hurls the string of pearls onto the couch. She curls her fingers in frustration and stares at them, like a puzzle.Â
âMy goddamn hands wonât stop shaking,â she utters.Â
You cross the room to her, wordlessly, and take the necklace. You move behind her to clasp it in place over her collar. She wears a straight cut black dress with no ornament. The pearls are a delicate touch to the otherwise plain outfit.Â
âWhat do you think he wants?â Adrienne finally asks the question none of you dared.Â
You look at her helplessly. They can never know you did this. They canât ever know that the reason they are so scared in that moment is your fault. They might have longed to pull the trigger themselves but actually doing it is different. Itâs... irredeemable.Â
âHe said weâre under his protection,â you say flatly.Â
âOh, come on, youâre the most skeptical of all of us,â Kitty accuses, âyou believe that. Daddy was just another soldier.âÂ
âMaybe but what else are we going to do but obey?â You counter.Â
Kitty winces and Adrienneâs eyes bat. Your older sister shakes her head, âyouâre not the one to give up.âÂ
âI am.â You insist. âIf it keeps you two safe then I will do whatever needs to be done.âÂ
Theyâre silent for a moment as they look from you to each other. They nod. âUs too,â Kitty says. âWe have to take care of each other.âÂ
âLike always,â Adrienne agrees.Â
Silence floods the room again. Thereâs a car waiting outside a few minutes later. You march out in another sombre parade. Itâs a different kind of funeral that day. Youâre not mourning the past, youâre mourning the future and what could have been and will never be.Â
You sit together in the back seat. You hold hands. You never went to many of these âbusinessâ gatherings. Outside of a wedding, you werenât invited. Your father was only invited by the few people who knew him in the outfit. He was only ever the big dog when he barked at his three daughters.Â
The car stops, you get out. You squeeze your sistersâ hands before you detach. The man who drove leads you to the immaculate white facade of the grand hall. Youâre somewhat confused by the venue but this is not a day for questions. You had your curiosity beat out of you long ago.Â
Inside, youâre led to a set of open doors. You enter and another man stands to beckon you further inside. There are bodies all around, all in dark suits, muttering under their breath, coughing, tapping fingers.Â
Your eyes skim around cautiously. Barnes sits at the head table. Heâs calm and unbothered by the new arrival. Heâs indifferent to his men as the one next to him whispers in his ear. Rogers stands behind the bossâ chair as he speaks to him, gripping the elaborate orb that tops the post of the straight-backed seat.Â
Barnesâ gaze meets yours only as you and your sisters are put at a table of your own. It feels like some hearing. A court case. Are they hearing the crimes of your father? But he said...Â
No questions. Thereâs nothing the answers can change for you. Adrienne fidgets, wringing her hands restlessly, and Kitty sit so straight it looks like it hurts. None of you look past the table. Your daddy would smack your mouth for your wandering eyes.Â
âAlright, now that weâre all here, letâs gut through the bullshit,â Barnesâ voice brings the voice to deathly lull. The men shift their bodies and their focus. The doors close subtly behind the bossâ timbre. âNow, donât think I brought you here because of a single soldier. You know better. All of you.âÂ
His voice is stringent but restrained. Still, itâs enough to instill fear. You gulp and dare to look up at him. He stands and puts his hands on the table.Â
âFirst, a crooked accountant. Bald clown messing around. Then I got men going out, coming back short. Then dead.â He snarls. âI donât care about the small men. With due respect,â he pauses and glances in your direction, âbut I know they donât think for themselves, too. I know it was one of you. This isnât just chance.Â
âOne of you popped Warren âcause he found you out,â Barnes continues. Â
You sense movement like a soft breeze. Rogers edges along the wall, unnoticed. You stare in slow motion as he moves quickly towards another table.Â
âAnd I found you out too,â Barnes hits the table with his fist. âI went through the numbers and I found the fucking thief.âÂ
You frown. Itâs... lies. He told you that day. At the funeral. Your daddy was the thief. Now heâs telling them something different. He used you. It makes a good story. A mysteriously dead soldier, missing money... makes it easy to trim the fat.Â
âMilo,â Barnes points and a chair scrapes and teeters. Â
Rogers grabs the capo from behind, closing his hands around his neck. He drags him easily, like a rag doll. They arenât so different in size and yet the blond moves the other easily as he bulls around the table and brings the man to the center of the room.Â
âYou been pocketing my money.â Barnes stands straight and gestures casually.Â
Rogers tosses the other man, Milo, to the floor and kicks him so he sprawls. His assault is methodical. He doesnât let up. He stomps and batters the man into the polished wood. The noise of cracking bones and breaking cartilage itch in your ears. The accused hacks and chokes on spit and blood.Â
Your sisters smother gasps and startled sobs. Youâre only mortified by your own indifference. Are you so callous to feel nothing for a man chosen to pay for fatherâs death? For your actions? You just canât. You know every man in this room is just like your father was. Cruel. Mean. They deserve it just as much as he did.Â
âEnough,â Barnes orders and Rogers steps back, combing his long hair away from his face as he puffs. The man on the floor is a puddle of wheezes.Â
âYour houses, your cars, your accounts, all of it, will be turned over to Warrenâs daughters. For his good service to me. He died finding you out. He died for the good of the outfit. He smoked out the mole,â Barnes says. âAnd you orphaned his daughters, just like you meant to do to every man in this room.âÂ
Silence. Stillness. No one moves.Â
âYou are all dismissed. On your way out, you make sure to pay your disrespects to that scum,â Barnes growls. âAnd look at him, hard and long, because the next fucker I catch with his hands in my pockets will be right there with him.âÂ
Thereâs a moment before anyone moves. The first man to rise is greying around his temples. He comes out from behind the table and nears the shaking form on the floor. He spits on Milo then sends his pointed leather shoe into the manâs stomach. He marches out without looking back.Â
The next man follows suit. Spit, kick, go. One after another the men disburse in the same manner. The noises, ptuah, crack, tap, tap, tap, form a sickly rhythm. You can only sit and watch.Â
You reach to your sisters and take their hands again. You glance between them. They look on in horror. They arenât made for this. Your eyes flit back to the head table and find the king looking over his court. No, heâs looking at you.Â
Barnes dips his chin and his eyes gleam. He is the master. No one dares to challenge the narrative heâs written. Whatever he says is all the truth they need to worry about. Same goes for you.Â
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