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HOPE ON THE STREET ft JK
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omg loveeee sheep!reader <3333
love how you said Rafe gets annoyed with all the stuffies on her bed, I can just imagine he's lying back on her bed and she's on top, kissing him and trying to grind on his thigh, but even though he thinks he threw all the stuffies on the floor he keeps finding more like digging into his back and getting in his way and he gets frustrated and makes her grind on one of her big teddy bears until she cums in her panties omggggg
warnings: mean!rafe, kissing, heavy petting, dry humping, thigh riding, rafe curses at reader in frustration, riding a stuffed animal lol, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, male masturbation
a/n: first fic with sheep!reader, iâm so happy that so many of you loved her <3 leave me some reqâs!
âfuckâ hold on,â you shyly pulled away from your boyfriendâs lips, watching as he threw yet another stuffed animal onto the floor, âthis is ridiculous, you know that?â he pulled you back down, his large hands palming and groping the globes of your ass from underneath your skirt. âbut you got all of those for me..â you whimpered, dragging your hips against his toned thigh. rafe kissed you deeply, the feeling of his tongue entering your mouth making a surprised âoh!â fall from your lips. you were so innocent in his eyes, he loved to do things that would make your cheeks heat in embarrassment.
âyeah, but do you have to have them all on your bed? i could build you a shelf or âsomethinââ just then, he adjusted himself with you still pathetically trying to hump his thigh when another stuffie digged into his ribs. âgoddammit, y/n!â your eybrows knitted together in worry, his tone making you jump. he cursed under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sat up, taking you with him. âmâsorry, i didnât mean to yell at you.â he stroked the side of your face, eyes falling onto the huge teddy bear that sat at the corner of your bed. âmatter of fact, why donât you grab that one there at the end?â
you looked back at the teddy bear rafe won you from the fair before you two had officially started dating. âaw, i love this one.â you got up, carrying it over as rafe patted the empty spot next to him. âyeah, i know. you love all of them right?â you nodded, a little confused as to where he was taking this. âwell since you love them so much, and they keep appearing out of nowhere, you could hump that instead.â you blinked at his words, your underwear damp with your need for release. âyouâre telling me youâve never done that before?â rafe whispered.
youâd be lying if you said you didnât. you remembered grinding on the same teddy bear the night rafe got it for you. he had kissed before letting you go inside, the kiss being so dreamy, your mind couldnât help but wander at what else he was really good at. you had took the bear to your room that night and pretended it was rafe instead. âlook at your face.. you have done it before,â a wicked smile adorned his mouth. âshow me how you did it.â rafe was palming himself through his shorts when you straddled the damned thing.
you started moving, a whine emitting from your pretty little mouth as you finally got the friction you were looking for. he continued to rub himself over his cargos, a sigh leaving his lips as he grew harder by the minute. rafe loved hearing those moans and whimpers of yours, the sound making his eyebrows knit together. soon, he had taken himself out of his underwear, shamelessly stroking his cock as tears rolled down your cheeks in frustration. even though you were still making yourself feel good, you just felt so empty. ârafe..â you cried, âplease, i need you inside..â hearing you beg was his favorite.
âme too, baby, iâm fuckinâ aching,â he groaned, you looked down at his mean, throbbing cock, âmake yourself cum in those panties and maybe iâll give it to âya.â determined, you moved your hips faster, your glossy lips swollen from biting on them so hard. your nails dug into the soft material of your teddy bear, your peak starting to form in your tummy. your thighs ached for a break, but the need to have rafeâs cock fucking you stupid was surpassing any kind of discomfort you felt. âah, fuck!â rafe had to stop touching himself, the only place he wanted his cum to be was inside of those soft, slick walls of your cunt.
not being able to resist himself any longer, rafe leaned forward, taking one of your tits in his mouth as he lapped at the sensitive bud. you nearly screamed at the added stimulation, cradling his head to keep him close while your high washed over you in pure ecstasy. rafe watched you tremble and shake, his hands coming up to still drag your cunt across the teddy bear despite your pleas for him to stop. he loved to see you overstimulated. ân-no more!â you gasped. rafe ignored you, not stopping until you came again, a mess gushing from between your thighs.
you couldnât help but double over, falling into your boyfriendâs chest as he shushed your cries. âfuck, you always do so good for me.â he praised, leaving open mouth kisses up your shoulder. you fell limp in his arms, small pants leaving your lips as he stood up, throwing you back down on your bed. you hissed, your hand coming up to hold your back. âshit! did i hurt you, baby?â rafe turned you over, his eyes falling on a stuffed animal with hard plastic eyes. âthatâs itâ iâm making you that shelf!â he scolded.
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Hey you lovely human :) Just dropped in to say I bumped into blog like yesterday and since then I ATE (almost) everything Gojo related (still have a couple left), like I genuinely am in LOVE with everything. If you are ever willing to take upon this idea, I was curious about how you see Gojo meeting his significant other and falling in love ? Would love to see the beginning of their relationship and how they ended up together. Thank you and since is already weekend here for me almost - i hope you have a gorgeous weekend!! ^^
creepy eyes â gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: AHHH THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY OMG TYYYYY and i am so sorry that i took so long </3 ANYWAY this is how I imagine gojo first meeting his wife cause i believe that it has to be before gojo closed off and that she became a trusted and close friend of his
itâs just another afternoon at jujutsu high, the sun bathing the grounds in a soft glow, casting long shadows as students hurry from class to class.
youâre deep in thought, focused on training, when you suddenly collide with something solidâor rather, someone.
you stumble back a step, blinking up at the towering figure now standing before you. you glance up, only to find yourself staring into a pair of eyesâbright, intense, and painfully blue.
the boy is about to say something, but you beat him.
âmy god, your eyes are creepy,â you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
thereâs a beat of stunned silence.
the giantâs mouth drops open slightly, his eyebrows raise in sheer disbelief as if youâve just insulted the most precious thing in the world to him.
âmy eyes?!â he gasps, hand flying dramatically to his chest. âyou think my eyes are creepy?â
you nod, grimacing at the loud sound, âyeah, they're unnerving. kind of like staring into a bottomless pit.â
satoru is scandalized. âmy eyes are beautiful!â his voice pitches higher, as if stating a fact that should be universally accepted.
he tilts his head closer to you and taking his glasses off, daring you to look again. âtake another look! appreciate them!â
you squint, unimpressed, and simply shrug, brushing past him, âIâll pass.â
thatâs the beginning.
days turn into weeks, and the more you try to forget about that initial encounter, the more satoru wonât let you. every time you cross paths, itâs like he has a personal mission to make you take back that one insult.
whether itâs during training, at lunch, or in the hallway, satoru somehow finds a way to bring it up.
âyou still donât think my eyes are nice?â he asks, exaggeratedly crestfallen, peering at you with that playful gleam.
âyeah, still creepy.â
âbut why?â he exclaims, leaning against the doorframe or sitting next to you with a theatrical sigh. âdo you not see the sparkle? the beauty? the endless charm?â
it becomes such a regular thing that even suguru canât help but get involved. he appears at satoruâs side, casually rolling his eyes at his friendâs dramatics, though a smirk plays on his lips.
âyouâre still on about that?â geto quips. âmaybe just accept that she has good taste, satoru.â
âoh, shut up, suguru! sheâs just blind to my perfection!â satoru retorts, crossing his arms as he watches you chat away with shoko.
and so it goes. satoruâs relentless teasingâhalf playful, half desperateâstarts weaving into the fabric of your days.
every time you think heâll finally let it go, heâs right there, flashing that expectant grin as if waiting for you to finally give in.
months pass. the seasons start to shift, but satoru's persistence doesnât.
he keeps bugging you about itâless often than before, but every once in a while, he'll find an opportunity.
whether it's during class or during a mission, he brings it up with that same confident, teasing smile.
itâs a lazy afternoon when it happens.
youâre outside, lounging against a tree in the sun with a book in hand, trying to relax after a mission when satoru flops down beside you, elbow nudging yours.
his sunglasses slip down the bridge of his nose as he grins at you. âstill think theyâre creepy?â
you donât even look up from your book. âyup.â
he leans in, resting his chin on his hand, giving you that pout again. âcome on, youâre just being mean at this point.â
you stifle a laugh, flipping a page. âam I?â
satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, âyouâre impossible, you know that? these eyes are a national treasure.â
you canât help the small laugh that escapes your lips this time. it makes satoru blink, clearly caught off guard by the sound.
he tilts his head, eyes narrowing in curiosity as he leans closer to your face. âwait⊠was that a real laugh? are you finally admitting Iâm funny?â
you roll your eyes, looking away from him as you smile. âdonât push your luck.â
he grins widens at the sight of your smile, and he is about to boast of his achievement when you glance at him. with amusement still tugging at your lips, you reach out and push his sunglasses up with a playful tap.
âfine, fine,â you relent, voice teasing as you give him a small grin,âI think your eyes are very pretty.â
for once, satoruâs the one caught off guard.
he blinks rapidly, a flash of surprise flickering across his face as he pulls himself away and tries process your words.
your smile doesnât falter, but satoruâs eyebrows furrow, before he chirps, standing up, âwellâitâs about time you admitted that!â
your eyes widen, as he gets loud and starts ranting about his beauty, âit is only natural that you succumb to my charms! ahaha! my eyes are only one part of it!â
confused but having nothing to say, you lean back against the bark. you donât mention out loud that his ears are tinted pink, not that satoru would give you the chance to call him out.
but you both know that something has changed.
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Imagine yandere vampire hunter finding out he married one of the creatures he vowed to destroy. The very monster he dedicated his entire life to kill.
ââŠno..i-it canât be..â his voice was barely a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as if he was right next to you.
You stood still in the darkness, your face was a mask of indifference. If you hadnât been blinking he would have mistook you for a statue. It appeared youâd been careless and let yourself be seen- by him no less. You could still feel the warmth of the blood dripping down you chin; a curtain of red fell down the front of your dress and stained it.
âPlease tell me this isnât real..â your husband let his eyes wander to the soon-lifeless body laying not far away. Small puffs of air was seen coming for the person, indicating they were not yet dead. The disgusting sound of gurgling in oneâs own blood sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes met yours, searching for any sort of confirmation that everything was indeed a figment of his imagination.
âIt is, Iâm afraid.â You said.
He let out a devestatd choke, muttering ânoâ over and over while shaking his head, clearly in denial.
You reminded yourself not to show any emotion and stepped forward. âI will not lie to you and therefor I will utter the clear truth in front of you. I am a vampire.â
âNo, no youâre not.â He refused to believe it. If it had been his friend; he would prioritise duty before friendship. If it was his brother; he would do the same. Even if it was his own parents; he would die before letting insensible things such as emotions to come in the way of doing what is right. But this was different. It was you. It canât be you. It could never be you.
But it was. Clearly. The evidence- the body- was right in front of him; unblinking and unmoving.
âYou cannot look away from what is in front of you-â
âStop saying that!â He suddenly shouted, surprising you with the sudden change in tone. âYou canât be one ofâŠ.them.â He expressed in great repulsion.
Despite knowing how evil your kind is, you still though of yourself as quite good- well, as good as you can be when youâre a blood sucking, murderous creature of the night. So your husbands disdain awoke some sort of defensiveness in you.
âWell I am. And I have been for a while now.â
He seemed to think for a moment. Then he asked, âhow long? How long have you been aâŠa vampire?â He furrowed his brow at the end, not believing heâd connect âyouâ and the word âvampireâ in his life.
â36 years. Not as long as some others, but it should still count as something.â
âOh god..â
It meant that you were one since the start- no before- your marriage. Was he truly that blind? Had love taken such hold of him that he could no longer do his job properly?
How many vampires had he killed during you union? All that while simultaneously being wed to one himself. While loving one, caring for one and even making passionate love to one. It was like some fucked-up punishment tailor-made for him.
He knew what he had to do.
The first tear fell down his cheek, betraying his stern expression and showcasing his endless sorrow. âYou are evil,â he raised his crossbow, âand now you have to be judged for your crimes.â How ironic of him to talk about committing crimes of slaughter as if he wasnât doing exactly the same. He wasnât stupid; not all immortals were pure darkness, it wasnât that simple. They do what they have to in order to survive. Only some killed more than they had to. Still, it didnât change the fact that they all need to be destroyed.
Your eyes widened when he pointed the weapon straight at you. You expected this. Of course he would kill you. However, a part of you could not stop from hoping he wouldnât think of you as a monster. That perhaps youâd finally find somewhere you can call home and be accepted for what you are. It was a naive dream. Werenât you his wife before you were a monster? Apparently not, because an arrow shot at you at incredible speed. It hit you in the arm and you cried out in pain.
While you had physical advantages, it doesnât mean you are immune to pain.
Ripping it out, you studied the black liquid staining it. Your husband swore and immediately prepared to launch another. You felt your fangs grow in length and you hissed at him. Throwing yourself at him the two of you rolled around on the floor, each trying to restrain the other. You managed to get ahold of his crossbow and threw it away form his reach.
Your husband quickly dug into his pockets to grab a dagger, and tried to stab you. Luckily you stopped him in time, fighting him with your vampiric strength. You had to give it to him, he was surprisingly strong for a human. Despite you having supernatural gifts, he was definitely a match and you had a hard time holding you down. If it was any other situation you would have been impressed and rather seduced by his sheer strength, unfortunately this was not a good situation for you.
You leaned down, planning to bite him, but his fast reflexes let him use his free arm to keep you at a distance. He was now on the floor with you straddling him and trying with all your might to end his life.
Your husband knocked your heads together which was the distraction he needed to kick you off of him. You clenched you forehead in pain and backed away. But there was no more time to dwell on that pain, because it was minor compared to what you felt next. Agony was in your side, accompanied by the dagger you had previously defended yourself against.
Your lover was close. Enough for you to feel his breath, and enough for you to see tears running down his regretful face.
âWhy was it you?â
Whether he referred to you being a vampire or you being the one he married, you did not know. It hardly mattered anyway.
In a way, you did love your husband. It was probably not in the normal spousal way but it was there. Maybe if you werenât a blood-sucker you two would have been truly happy together. Too bad fate had other plans. Even though it was true that you were probably evil, you wanted to live. And despite the one threatening your existence was none other than the man whoâd show a you devotion and love you though t youâd never find again, this was not where you wanted it to end.
With a shriek, you used all your power to push him as hard as you could. He flew backwards into the wall. You supposed heâd fainted from the force since he wasnât making any move to get up. You clutched your side and groaned. You had to get out of there; somewhere safe.
You stumbled to the window and put your foot on the ledge. The dagger heâd stabbed you with must be silver, otherwise it wouldnât have made as much damage. The wound in your side burned and sizzled with pain. You had no idea if your body would be able to fully heal you in time for when you need blood again- or even at all.
âUghâŠ.â
You heard a cough from behind you. It was your dearest. He must be sturdier than he looks to have woken up so quickly. He had rolled over to lay on his stomach and had his arms pathetically stretched in your direction.
âD-donât go.â
You scoffed at his audacity. âWhat, so you can finally finish me off?â
He whimpered, â N-no, Iâm sorry⊠I shouldnât have done that- why did I do that?â The last part appeared to be a criticism on himself. Nevertheless he continued, âplease, I wonât do it again. I was wrong, youâre not evil I know that, I donât know why I said that. Iâm so sorry, please..â
A frown adorned your face. âItâs okay. Iâm not evil, but I know Iâm far from good- Iâm not that delusional.â Then you turned back to the view of the outside world.
âWait, no-â
âI have to go. I really mean it when I say this, âthank you for all these years together, they have been the happiest days I am now able to rememberâ.
âMy love, donât-â
You ignored his pleas as you jumped from the window. You landed in the dirt outside. You looked back at the house which youâd just escaped from and as you prepared to run off to another town and build up a new life (until youâd eventually have to run again) you listened to the scream of the man whoâd been your husband for six years.
What was he screaming? What else if not your name.
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Seeing JJK men shirtless for the first time
Pairings: (true form) Sukuna x fem! reader; Nanami x fem!reader; Choso x fem!reader; Gojo and Geto x fem!reader; Ino x fem!reader; Toji x fem!reader; Ijichi x fem!reader
Word Count: 6k (this is literally one third of my bachelor thesis lmao)
Warnings: Spice in Sukuna's, a little bit in Choso's and in Toji's part, true form Sukuna so slight spoilers regarding his appearance, I'm sorry but Choso's part is a lil shitty
Notes: You guys...This has to be my biggest fic yet and let me tell you, I poured my heart and soul into this piece. So please, if you find the time, leave me a like, a comment or a reblog. I appreciate it more than you could imagine đ€
Sukuna
You donât even know how you ended up here. To be exact, it still feels like a feverish dream to you. Only one second ago, you were on your way to find your friends, injured with your shoulder throbbing each passing second. But nowâŠ
Your eyes roam around the barely lit area, gleaming in that unpromising red light that runs shivers down your spine. There is absolutely no logical explanation for how you ended up here.
âSure took you some time to finally wake up again.â
That dark voice hollering at you, the sarcastic undertone in it. Itâs a man, without any doubt. And just by the sound of his masculine voice you can tell that heâs build like a wall.
Is it wise to move forward, to discover this place? Well, standing here like an idiot definitely wonât help to find a way out of here, right? And you definitely need to find out who that man isâŠ
âWho are you?â
Your voice gets lost against the tall walls, echoes back at you over and over again. But no answer.
âAre you the reason for me being here?â
There is no doubt in the fact that his eyes are all over you. Like a hunter, he roams around you in silence while your tingling nerves almost cause you to lose your mind. Who is he? Where are you? What is all of this?
Your feet dash forward once again. Straight into the darkness, chasing after a dim beam of light that catches your interest immediately. Maybe this is your way out, maybe youâll get to meet your friends again, maybe-
Suddenly your breath gets stuck in your throat, feet stopping immediately. That thingâŠ
You swallow hard, eyes fixated on the most muscular male upper body youâve seen in your entire life. No, this isnât a thing. This is a grown man.
âStop staring at me like thatâ, he growls with his now familiar voice.
This is him, the person who talked to you earlier. You want to confront him, want to ask him for a way out, but instead you stare him up and down. Those oh so muscular four arms decorated by hypnotizing tattoos, a chest so broad it takes you all your strength to outstand the urge to press your head against it. But what really catches you off guard is his mouth. No, not the mouth on his face. Your gaze gets caught by the parted lips that cover his stomach, teeth exposed to threatful that the thought of getting killed crosses your mind for a split second.
âAre you done now, stupid girl?â
Before you even realize whatâs happening, you find yourself lying in his arms, his body pressed so tightly against yours that you fail to breathe. His half naked body, muscles touching your bare skinâŠ
Oh god, this is so wrong. There is no doubt in the fact that this is Sukuna in his true form, the king of curses in his full glory. And you? You are nothing but a tiny human compared to him, an ant underneath his boot.
But why does it feel so good, then? Why do your knees give him, why does your body start to throb in places where it shouldnât?
A whimper escapes your lips, body almost collapsing into itself when you can feel his mouth there.
Against your bare skin.
Caressing the sensitive flesh of your thighs.
âIf you just break into my kingdom like that, then I can do whatever I want with youâ, he whispers against your ear.
âP-pleaseâ, you groan, not even knowing yourself what exactly youâre begging for.
â(y/n)?â
You close your eyes, searching for the feeling of his tongue against your skin.
â(y/n)!â
No, donât open your eyes, donât get distracted.
â(Y/N)!â
When your eyes dart open again, you arenât greeted by Sukunaâs stinging gaze. No, the innocent eyes that look at you filled with worry belong to someone else.
âMan, you really have me worrying out here for you. You just broke down and started whimperingâ, Yuji explains while lifting you off the ground.
Was itâŠall a dream?
Nanami Kento
Your heart races, blood rushing through your ears like electricity. You told him right from the start that leaving on his own wasnât a good idea, that the injuries of other jujutsu sorcerers make you believe this might be a special grade curse.
But Nanami Kento never listens when you worry about him.
âIâm sorry to bother you, but it seems like thereâs a gaping wound placed under my ribcage on my right side.â
You didnât hesitate a single second, rushed after him with your little case like you always do. As Shokoâs co-worker, itâs your responsibility to look after injured jujutsu sorcerers. Even though youâll never be as good as her, you will always make it your mission to help as fast as possible.
Especially him.
His signal grows stronger and stronger with every step you dash towards his location, mind racing back and forth. A gaping wound, what is that supposed to mean? Did he get hit by a gun, a curse? You donât allow yourself to catch your breath, eyes focused on the little dot that comes closer.
âAre you alright, (y/n)? You really donât need to rush to my side like that.â
A wave of relief washes over you when you see him leaning against the wall of a public toilet. But only until you catch a glimpse of the deep red tissues covering the sink and ground, his usual dark blue shirt discoloured in horrific crimson.
All colour drains from yourself while you lunge yourself at him, thick fear rushing through your veins.
âWhy didnât you call me sooner? You already lost a hell amount of bloodâ, you press out, inspecting the wound carefully.
This looks bad. Really really bad. If you donât act right now, if you donât start to use your technique immediatelyâŠ
âTake off that shirt. Nowâ, you instruct him without waiting for his response while putting on gloves and showering your hands in sanitizer.
You fail to understand the meaning of your automatic words until he stands in front of you, bare chested.
Oh.
Your breath gets stuck in your throat all over again, eyes shamelessly discovering the way his muscular chest rises and falls steady.
âDid you justâŠâ
Suddenly your mouth feels dry like the desert, mind unable to form a single sentence. Since you know Nanami Kento, you always know him as that well-dressed gentlemen in that suit that makes his butt look delicious and his shirt that leaves you pondering about the way he might look underneath when youâre supposed to work. There was never an opportunity to peek at more than his veiny forearm. And now this force of a man is standing right in front of your hungry eyes, showing you that reality is so much better than everything you could have imagined.
âSorry, didnât you tell me to take my shirt off?â
âIâŠâ
When Shoko wasnât around, you always pondered about the way he might look under his dark blue shirt. Do his tight muscles draw those valleys onto his belly youâve seen on TV before? Does his biceps have that popping vein his forearms make you suspect?
You canât help but allow your eyes to roam around his frame freely. That little scar decorating his chest. Is it from a fight? And that minor trail of untrimmed hair that lets your gaze wander to placesâŠ
âI donât want to be rude butâŠIâm not feeling that well, (y/n). Would you mind treating me?â
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Blood rushes into your cheeks immediately, face heating up by the horrific thought that he caught you staring at his bare chest like an idiot. Fuck, he definitely thinks youâre nothing but a freak now. What if heâll ignore you from now on? What if you wonât see him again after that? What a dumbass you are, didnât you see countless men without a shirt on already-
âHey, stop worrying. Iâm more than flattered that I caught the attention of someone like you butâŠletâs do this when Iâm feeling better.â
Your widened eyes fail to leave his oh so gorgeous face while your trembling hands go to work, mind too focused on what he just said.
âLetâs do what?â, you finally breathe out.
Is thisâŠa smile forming on Kento Nanamiâs lips? You feel like tripping all over again, heart pounding so roughly against your ribcage that you might pass out right by his side any given moment.
âI like the way you look at me, (y/n).â
What a simple reply. And yet, his words send you into another dimension.
âYouâŠWHAT?â
Choso Kamo
Your body threatens to fail you, eyes in desperate search for Yuji. When Megumi finally gave in and told you he went out on his own, you almost lost your mind. Yuji, Sukunaâs vessel, on his own in Shibuya when everyone chases after him? Megumi definitely deserves another slap for that.
You sprint down the empty hallways of Shibuyaâs train station, following the distant sound of battle. Please, let Yuji be alright. As his bigger sister, it was always your aim to protect him. When Yuji joined Jujutsu High, you did as well. When Yuji decided to fight in first row, you did too. There is no way youâll allow your little brother to die, even though technically you arenât related by blood. But even as your step brother, you canât afford to lose him.
âYuji?â
Nothing. Your body hollers back at you unanswered, mind slowly but surely starting to get into panic mode as the sound of cracking metal grows closer and closer.
And then you see it, the chaos that lays itself out in front of you dipped in neon purple lights. Blood is splattered across the area, the floor swimming in water that escapes the nearby toilet.
The toiletâŠYou furrow your eyebrows. Is this⊠a wave of pink hair?
âYuji?â
His eyes meet yours. The so determined gleam in them escapes instantly when fright replaces it.
âGet away from here right now, (y/n)!â, he screams at you just before a fist pushes him into a nearby wall violently.
Your brain threatens to fail you, body dashing into the toilet without thinking twice. Whoever this is will pay for hurting your brother so violently, for causing all this mess.
âDidnât I tell you to walk away?â, Yuji questions with an irritated voice.
âAnd I told you more than once that I wonât leave you hanging!â, you hiss through gritted teeth.
âAre you two done?â
A male voice that makes you turn your head instantly. The second your eyes find him, your breath gets stuck in your throat. Oh, what a force of a man he is with strands of dark hair sticking to his wet face, his gorgeous eyes looking at you so unbothered. But what almost sweeps you off your feet is the way his robe allows you a single peek at his firm muscles that are lit by neon purple.
âOh myâ, you mumble to yourself.
Who on earth is this guy? Why is he fighting Yuji? But most importantlyâŠWhy does he have to look so steaming hot?
âWhy are you not moving, (y/n)? Get out of here right nowâ, Yuji taunts urgently.
âWhat a wasteâ, you jeer at the man in front of you while taking a few steps towards him.
Choso canât help but look at you bamboozled. How you move so confidently even though you donât even know who he is, your eyes still fixated onâŠ
His body? Are you looking at his abs?
âThat a handsome guy like you acts like this.â
His eyes widen unintentionally, hands not daring to move. He should kill you right on the spot, should end your life just like that of Itadori Yuji. Youâre partly responsible for the violent death of his brothers as well, given the fact that youâre also wearing that uniform. But his tight fists donât dare to move a single inch, glued to his sides.
âIdiot, you donât even know who youâre talking to. I will kill you just like Yuji Itadori, I will-â
âWill you, though?â
You come to a stand in front of him.
âWâŠWhat are you doing, (y/n)?â
Yujiâs voice shifts into the background. This definitely isnât the first time you get close to a handsome man, but the others definitely werenât that handsome. Just one look into his surprised eyes, the delicate marks on his face. And that force of a body. There is no doubt in the fact that this man trains a lot.
âI am distracting him, what else?â, you purr.
âI am not distracted.â
âAre you sure about that?â
Before heâs able to think about your words any further, you wrap your longing arms around his neck and hold him firmly against yourself.
âBecause your eyes tell me something else.â
Now itâs Choso who fails to breathe. He never understood the simplicity of tender touch, the urge that drives humans almost crazy. What is so special about another hand placed against your skin, about lying in each otherâs arms? He might have never understood if it wasnât for you. You with your arm wrapped around his neck. You, with your free hand wandering down his chest, the wet fabric exposing his tight muscles without mercy.
In the split of a second, he begins to realize what touching each other seems to be about.
âRespect. Out of all the trained men I see on a daily basis, you have to be the most handsome one out of all. You work out a lot, donât you?â
Your fingertips discover the valleys of his abs even further, force Choso to feel an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. Fuck, he doesnât even know your name, has never seen you before. How is it even possible for you to have this power over him?
âNone of your business, idiotâ, he breathes out.
âWhatâs your name?â
Your voice does things to him his mind fails to understand, his sharp breath now hanging in the air between both of you. You are threatening, your glowy eyes showing more than urgently that you arenât playing. But that slight smile on your face, the confidence dripping from every pore of your bodyâŠWho are you?
âChoso Kamo.â
âIâm (y/n)â, you reply while allowing your eyes to take one last glance at his tight abs.
Oh, youâll definitely regret what youâre about to do. What if you wonât get to see him afterwards, the most handsome man you ever laid eyes on? Thereâs no other way, though.
âAnd I hope Iâll get the chance to be this close to you again.â
One innocent kiss pressed against his soft lips. One innocent kiss that sends him straight onto the ground, emerged into nothing but darkness. A pretty useful cursed technique, probably the reason why you get called femme fatale at Jujutsu High.
âWhat a shame, I really liked that guyâ, you comment with Yuji coming to a stand right by your side.
âYou didnât have to touch his abs like thatâŠâ
âOh I definitely didâ, you reply instantly.
Your hands brush over his upper body one last time before you turn around and walk away.
Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru
What a lovely day. Well, lovely apart from the stinging fact that you are forced to babysit the vessel of Tengen-sama when a bunch of bounty hunters chases after you. Your shaded eyes roam around the area without any break, too scared of the consequences that carelessness could have. In contrast to Gojo, you take this task very seriously. You, who is nothing but an average jujutsu sorcerer at jujutsu high, surpassed by her classmates a long time ago. Who, who only got the chance to go on this mission by coincidence.
Well, and then thereâs him.
â(y/n), why are you not wearing a bikini? Weâre at the beach, arenât we?â
Gojo Satoru, the honoured one. Of course, they would choose him to escort the plasma vessel. Itâs only logical for him to be here.
âWeâre on a mission, Satoruâ, you remind him urgently without even looking his way.
âHey, are you alright? Thereâs no need to be so tense, (y/n). We have everything under control.â
And then thereâs also him, Geto Suguru. The boy with the most charismatic smile youâve even seen, so gentle and kind that itâs almost unbelievable heâs even talking to Satoru.
âI wonât be tense when sheâs finally with Tengen-sama. This mission is very important to meâ, you mumble with your eyes fixated on Riko and Misato walking in front of you, completely unbothered by the fact that both of them almost died more than once.
âHey, stop looking so serious, (y/n)! Iâm here to save you if it getâs heatedâ, Gojo purrs from behind, literally forcing you to roll your eyes behind your sunglasses.
âWhy do you always have to tease her like this? (y/n) can help herself and you know thatâ, Geto remarks instantly, letting himself fall behind to mumble something you canât understand into his best friendâs ear.
You worked your ass of for this opportunity, always stayed longer than anyone else on the training field, always learned until far past midnight while everyone else was sound asleep. There was never anything except getting a better jujutsu sorcerer in your life. God, you didnât even have a single boyfriend in all those years.
Enough. You straighten your shoulders and force your eyes onto Rika again. For now, you have a job to do. Thereâs no time to think about something so wasteful as boys.
Your gaze roams around the beach before you allow the plasma vessel to get into the water with a wink. No one but a little family without cursed energy is located around you, so everything should be fine. Also, Gojo would have detected an enemy with his six eyes. GojoâŠwhere on earth is he, though?
When you turn around in order to follow his and Getoâs muted voice, your breath gets stuck in your throat. You really donât know what you expected when going to the beach with both Suguru and Satoru, but that? Both of them wear nothing but shorts and a shirt â an opened shirt. Your gaze hits their bare chests one after another, races back and forth while your mouth opens on its own. To be honest, youâve never seen a real guy shirtless. Maybe here and there at the swimming pool when you were training or at the beach. But they werenât like them. They werenât this toned.
âEnjoying the view, (y/n)? Looks like a cat got ya tongue, huh?â, Satoru jeers at you.
âNot every girl looks at you, Satoruâ, Suguru comments dryly.
âHey, are you alright, (y/n)?â
You missed out.
Fuck, you definitely missed out.
How is this he first time you saw both of them shirtless? Geto with a firm body that doesnât match his soft personality at all. Gojo, who isnât only blessed with his immense powers but with a god-like body as well.
âIâŠUhâŠâ
You canât find words. How are you supposed to say anything logical when your heart almost beats out of your chest? They were never more than comrades to you, never more than strong jujutsu sorcerers you look up to. But damn, at this very moment, you truly see them as man.
Suguru puts his hand on his hip which makes his muscles dance delicately, head tilted to the side in sheer confusion while he walks towards you. Lord have mercy, you really are doomed. How are you supposed to concentrate on this mission when now youâre aware of how they look underneath those strict uniforms?
âAre you feeling unwell? Itâs totally fine if you go back to the ho-â
âNoâ, you interrupt Suguru immediately when he puts his hand on your shoulder.
His bare hand.
While he stands in front of you with his bare chest.
You never longed for men. No, your only interest has always been your training, to become greater, better, faster, stronger. But at this very moment, when both of their toned bodies stare right back at you, you suddenly feel a weakness youâve never felt before, a hunger that was unknown until now.
âCanât you see that (y/n) is busy staring at us right now, Suguru? Bet thatâs your first time ever seeing something apart from trainingâ, Satoru teases you.
Faster than your mind is able to follow, he stands in front of you, grabs your wrists and presses your palm against his naked chest. His heartbeat pulsates against your fingertips, forces a warmth between your legs youâve never felt before. Those tiny hair that tickle against your oversensitive skin, the heat that radiates from his body, that makes you almost faint.
You stumble back a few steps only to get caught by Suguru, who presses you against his body firmly.
âHey, are you not feeling well?â
âIâŠIâŠâ, you stutter.
Oh god, you feel like dying and flying at the same time, lying like an idiot in Suguruâs arms while Satoru still grins at you.
âWant me to take off my pants as well, (y/n)?â
âSATORU!â
Ino Takuma
âWhy do I have to train with this jerk again?â
Your eyes roll backwards while you let yourself fall onto a nearby bench theatrically. God, how much you hate that guy, the way he always acts so competent around Nanami makes your guts turn in pure disgust. Doesnât he understand that you are better than him, that you are Nanamiâs favorite student? Ino Takuma doesnât stand a chance against you.
But why does Nanami insist on both of you training together, then?
âBecause both of you need to work on your abilities and you complement each other perfectly.â
âThatâs not true!â, you answer along with each other instantly.
No, you despise Ino with all your heart. Thereâs nothing you could learn from him. Him with that stupid grin, him with that dumb confident walk, him in that oversized black sweater.
âI will be back after my mission. It is your choice how you spend your time until then. Stay safe.â
Fuck, Nanami knows exactly what he did with those words. Of course, thereâs no way around spending your time with that jerk now.
âCan you stop breathing so fucking loud?â, you jeer at him.
âMe? Nothing but hot air comes out of your mouth. Save your breath, idiotâ, Ino bites back instantly.
âYou know what? Letâs start right now. I canât wait to beat your puny ass.â
You dash to the other side of the large room after bumping into his shoulder provocatively. There is no doubt in the fact that you will make Ino regret coming into your life like this. You are the one and only one who deserves a recommendation from Nanami and not him. Just one look into his oh so confident face makes your veins pulsate.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you scared, (y/n)?â
You let out your shaky breath, hands balling into tight fists. That fucker will regret every stupid comment he ever made when youâre done with him.
âIf you were as good at staying dumb stuff as you were at fighting, youâd probably be a special grade by now.â
He dashes towards you with his mask covering his face. Just in time, you are able to dodge his merciless attack while holding onto your sword so tightly that your knuckles stand out white. Over and over, he tries to hit you, tries to distract you while you swing your swords without regard as well.
âI wonât lose this fight, (y/n)â, he presses out while pushing you backwards.
âI wonât either.â
Over and over, again and again, your body collapse against each other, his flying fist missing your face only by inches. You have to fight back harder, sweat sticks to your forehead while you squint your eyes in order to follow his rapid movements. How much you hate to even think about the stinging fact that Ino is a decent fighter, that both of you actually meet eye to eye.
You ball your fists even tighter, let your powers roam free in your pulsating veins. Still, you wonât allow him to win this. You will stump him into the ground, make Nanami proud, show him that you deserve his recommendation. This is your only way to become a grade 1 sorcerer, to surpass Ino.
With one well-placed dash of your bare hand, his sweater gets torn into pieces while you position yourself in front of him, so ready to give him that last hit he deserves, so ready to win this fight.
This fightâŠYour eyes follow the movement of your hand, watch how the black fabric hangs on for dear life, how it reveals something youâve never seen before.
Your eyes widen in sheer surprise, blinking against the sudden sensation that hits you. Are those really Inoâs abs? So well-toned that you simply canât look away, covered in a layer of glittering sweat and flexed to the brim.
âOh my godâ, you mutter to yourself.
This is definitely not the sight you expected. Of course you know how much he trains, that he has to be somehow fit. But that?
âWhy youâre looking at me like that?â
âYou look like fucking adonisâ, you spit at him.
âWhy do you have to look so damn good?â
âHuh?â
âThis is not fairâ, you continue, grabbing his arm and yanking him towards you.
âYou donât deserve to look like that.â
âAre you out of your mind, you idiot?â, he hisses through gritted teeth.
Like in slow motion, a sudden redness creeps up his face and discolors his cheeks red.
âJust shut the fuck upâ, he continues.
Your eyes travel downwards his body again. What a great figure, what a body of steel. Why does it have to be Ino Takumo who looks this damn good? Why on earth does it have to be him? Your cheeks heat up like fire, a nauseous feeling threatening to eat you up alive. Is it even more disgust, more hatred than you already hold for him? No, this feels somehow different.
Is thisâŠdesire?
âI need to get out of hereâ, you announce before turning on your heel and aiming to walk away.
âNo, thereâs no way in hell Iâll let you leave like that you creep. Did you just check me out? I thought youâre disgusted of me.â
He grabs your arm and pulls you backwards before youâre able to stop him, his eyes gleaming at you.
There you stand, both of you with red faces, just looking at each other like plain idiots while you force yourself to keep your eyes focused on his face.
âYou donât deserve to be this hotâ, you reply in a haste.
Why do his lips suddenly look this inviting? You actually never saw him up-close, always kept your save distance to your greatest enemy. Ino is a jerk, nothing but a trash talker, a pain in your ass since you first saw him. But on the other hand, heâs well-toned and strangely handsome with the way a coat of sweat decorates his forehead, his troubled eyes and those lips. Those lips you never payed attention to, those lips who did nothing but talking shit until this day. You canât help but wonder how they feel pressed against yours, how his abs feel pressed against the palms of your hand. Out of instinct, your head moves forward, closes the gap between both of you step by step. How did you never notice his delicate smell and how hot he looks with that mask?
âInoâ, you breathe his name out like a prayer.
â(y/n)âŠâ
âWhatâs going on here?â
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You stumble backwards immediately, heart dropping to the floor. There he stands like a knight in shining armour. None other than Nanami Kento.
âI didnât know you were still busy, Iâll come ba-â
âThis is a misunderstandingâ, you desperately try to explain yourself.
And there it is. Even worse than seeing him standing in front of you with his arms crossed after catching you only inches away from your worst enemy.
A smile. A tiny fucking smile forming on Nanamiâs lips.
âIs it, (y/n)?â
âI hate youâ, Ino mumbles next to you.
âI hate you too.â
Toji Fushiguro
To say that youâre bored is an understatement. You feel like fucking dying with that little brat walking by your side. These last days were like a trip to hell and back.
âLet me say Iâll never babysit some stupid kid againâ, you announce into the silence around you, earning a cheeky grin from Gojo.
âTotally agree with that.â
âOh yeah?â, Riko replies challenging.
Just seconds before a blade pierces trough Gojo next to you with full force.
Just before his blood splatters across your face.
âSatoruâ, you hear Geto breathe out far away.
âGet Riko away from here right nowâ, you instruct him out of instinct.
When you turn around, you get greeted by the hottest green eyes youâve ever seen. The man who forces his blade straight into Gojoâs chest looks stunning with that maniac smile plastered on his gorgeous face.
âNow thatâs a pleasant surprise. Apart from piercing through my friend, of courseâ, you comment dryly.
Itâs clear that heâs older than you. Just one glance into his masculine face tells you that heâs no one to be messed with. Well, separately from the sword he pierced through the honoured one.
âSorry, I didnât mean to interrupt ya, princess. But you and your little friends have something I need to killâ, his low seductive voice hollers back at you.
â(y/n), you shouldnât stay here, y-â
âI got this Suguru. Get Riko to Tengen-sama as soon as possibleâ, you interrupt him immediately.
Your heart almost beats out of your chest by only a glimpse at the stranger standing in front of you. Finally, something exciting. Or rather, someone exciting.
âCâmon, we both know I canât let that happen, princess.â
âGet out of here as well and use your reversed technique, Gojoâ, you instruct the white-haired man again.
âIâm the honoured one, remember?â
âWell, Iâm a womanâ, you hiss through gritted teeth while walking past him.
âSeems like we have to fight, then.â
His smirk is intoxicating while he dashes towards you with neck-breaking speed. Over and over, you escape his blade just by inches while enjoying the wave of dopamine that rushes over you.
âYouâre hotâ, you jeer at him while dodging another attack.
âYa know, we donât have to fight here. Lemme finish this real quick and then weâll have a talk under four eyesâ, he replies with his enormous biceps rushing over your head.
âA talk, Iâd rather see you naked.â
âOh yeah? Donât force yourself.â
A grin creeps up your face while you attack him with both of your swords, swinging through the air so effortlessly that he canât help but stare at you. How are you so different from all the women heâs met before? So fearless, so forbidden hot. Maybe not his age, but given the gleam in your eyes mature.
What heâd do to run his fingers through your hair once, to watch your expression twitch underneath his merciless touch. Youâd sure feel good pressed against his body with your bare back pressed against the mattress.
âOh no, seems like I broke your shirt. What a shameâ, you purr with your eyes locked onto his now exposed upper body.
Just as you expected, exactly how you imagined a man like him to look like. A body built from heaven itself, his abs so firm that youâre sure theyâd feel like cement underneath your touch. What a force of a man.
What a shame he came here to sabotage your mission.
âWould have happened sooner or later anywayâ, he replies while pinning you against a nearby tree, desire obviously clouding his dark eyes.
You canât deny the fact that you are oh so tempted to enjoy this little sensation, a timeout from that shitty mission. Carefully, you allow your hands to discover the valleys his upper body has to offer, to feel his muscles tense underneath your merciless touch. Thereâs no shame in admitting that this was your favorite first glance of a male for a long time.
âYouâre probably my favorite.â
The smirk on his face grows even wider while he traps you between his strong arms. What a shame, you think to yourself. You definitely have to tell Gojo to work out even harder after seeing a guy like him.
âBut I canât afford to play favorites when it comes to men. Youâre in my way and if you sabotage my mission, Iâm screwed, big guy. Letâs just stay here and let that girl live-â
Suddenly all air escapes your lungs, you fail to breathe when he pushes your body onto the ground with full force.
âThought you were in control, huh? Too bad for ya, I donât get distracted by a girl touching my abs. Even though I have to admit youâre a nice one. Now you stay here and let me finish your little friend before killing that vessel, okay?â
Your eyes widen in sheer horror as he simply walks away. Him, with his shirt hanging in shreds down his body, exposing his shamelessly toned back to your watery eyes.
He tricked you with the force of his muscles. And you actually fell for it.
Ijichi Kiyotaka
Your heart is racing in your chest, fingertips trembling by the nauseous wave of stress that washes over you. Again, something you didnât calculate correctly. Again, some students got stuck underneath a curtain.
Your feet rush you to his room immediately. Heâs probably the only one whoâs able to fix the mess youâve caused. After all, this is what he always does. Making sure no one gets hurt, having your back when things get messy.
For you, Ijichi is a blessing walking on earth. And he might be your only saviour right now.
With rapid steps, you dash into the building you know so well, the building he calls his come. Even if blindfolded, youâd always find your way to the man who seems so powerless in a world full of people who are ridiculously strong. Forced into the shadow, always looking out for everyone except himself.
âIjichi, I need your help, I-â
You dashed into his flat like you always do, expected him sitting on the table while reading a book like he always does when you come around. But today, that doesnât seem to be the chase. All of the sudden your mouth starts to feel dry, eyes fixated on nothing but his naked upper body.
His naked upper body. Â
â(y/n)! IâŠI didnât expect you here today!â, he frantically mumbles while fighting for dear life with his white shirt.
âI never expected you to be so trainedâ, you breathe out, glance getting stuck on his surprisingly toned chest and six-pack.
âDonât make fun of me, (y/n). Iâm just an average guyâ, he tries to laugh your words off.
âYou look fantastic. Literally, youâre definitely able to keep up with Gojo. Are you training in secret?â, you insist.
âDonât say something like that too loud, (y/n). If he hears you-â
âItâs nothing but the truth. You look absolutelyâŠstunning.â
âStunningâ isnât enough of a description for those butterflies violently racing through your stomach. It takes all your strength to stop your eyes from moving downwards again, to burn the picture of his toned abs inside your brain. How are you supposed to ever look into his face when knowing very well what an attractive man he is?
âDo youâŠmean it?â
His eyes meet yours, search for a spark of sarcasm in your glance. But there is no doubt in the fact that you mean it. Every single word you said about his lousy body, the praises.
A woman like youâŠFinding him attractive?
âOf course I doâ, you mumble.
Oh.
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i see you | ln x she.
Pairing: lando x she.
Summary: a new voice appears on the radio to get lando through the end of the hungary race. part 2 here.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warning: we've taken some liberties on whose allowed on the team radio ok? i'm in mourning. this is also my first time writing for f1 or lando so >.>
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the small crackle in his ear was a sure sign that someone was about to patronise him again. for years, for years he had bled for mclaren. he'd turned down calls from horner and the men in red, he'd turned his nose to them every single time and now he finally had a chance to put a closer dent in his gap on the world championship and they just wanted him to give it up. it wasn't fair, oscar couldn't even keep up he was the fastes-
"lan?" the quiet voice that appeared in his ear shocked him, his frown forming in his helmet.
"love? now they're using you to get to me?" he scoffed at the thought, his foot on the throttle a little harder as he made his way around turn 11. fuck the team orders, they couldn't do this to him.
for her part, his girl could feel the guilt eating at her chest. "i think so." she'd wanted to smack will when he had looked at her pleadingly from the garage. "but you tell me right now, if you want this win and i'll fight will for the radio for the rest of the race, i'll be out of here so quick and i'll cut them off, give you the time you need." she offered and lando knew she meant it. his girl was quiet, preferred to stay out of the lime light and would always pick his jolly over the flash cars he had, but when it came down to it she was scrappy.
a small smile appeared on the racers face as he thought about the sight, honestly he hoped she managed to trip will and cause some momentary damage. noting he had gone quiet she let her head drop a little, eyes closing as she tried to imagine was going through his head. "my love...can you look at him in the morning if you don't let him past now?" she asked quietly, ignoring the glares that were surrounding her in the pit wall.
"it's a win baby, i need to prove that i can win on my own after miami and i need...i need those points for the championship."
"so drive, put your throttle down lan, drive and don't stop till the flag if you can live with being that man, but i know you and i love you and i'll love you regardless of what you chose right now but i also know you and this won't be winning on your own merit, this will haunt you my love and he'd do it for you, you know he'd do it for you."
lando paused again, swallowing as he rounded the corner. "you'd love me even if i took the win?"
"even then." and now she was pretty sure will was going to murder her if she ever surrendered this radio, at the very least, andreas was never letting her back in the garage.
"you'll love me more if i give osc the spot back?" he hated how unsure his voice sounded as he asked the question and her heart broke for him over how much she knew he would tare into himself later.
"no lando, my love for you isn't based on what you do in that car, not ever, its the man that comes home to me i care about." chewing on her lip she let her gaze flicker to the monitors. "the pit lane straight is coming up..." the comment hung in the air between them and she watched as it happened, 6 seconds, 5.3 seconds, 4 seconds - lando was letting him past.
"you're my winner lando." she whispered softly into the radio, silently wiping the tear that fell at his act. the look of relief around the pit wall was enough to make her guilt grow even more, at what they had cost lando today, what they had made her do. if they could just get their damn strategies right he wouldn't have been put in this position in the first place, he'd had been free to race as he came out behind oscar but instead she would piece together the pieces they threatened to break again as she took care of him tonight.
"i love you so much." lando urged as he watched oscar fly past him, his heart stopping for a moment before his foot found the throttle again. he didn't want to hear wills voice again, not right now and they could make it through two more laps without his help anyway. "will you stay with me for the rest of the race?" he asked because wins and races could come and go so long as he had her.
her eyes flickered to andreas on the wall from where she knew he was listening, watching as he nodded. "confirmed norris, i'm with you till the end." they didn't say much as he finished his race but she kept the line open with him. if the rest of the world would have something to say about the lovers simply existing together for the next two minutes then let them, she was the only one who saw him sometimes she was sure, the only one who knew what he had just done would be doing to him inside.
the chequered flag came and she checked the screens once more before making the call. "that's p2 baby, p2, you know what to do from here." sliding from her chair she didn't bother to take the head set off as she made her way through the garage and out through the pit lane to where she knew lando would soon be parking. she was easy to spot with the bright yellow merch she wore, forever a lando girl over mclaren and her eyes shiny as she watched her man move to congratulate oscar. it left a bitter taste in her mouth, that the win would be tainted by shitty team orders but she'd get to celebrating with oscar later once she knew her driver was ok.
she continued to chew at her lip as lando removed his helmet, the green eyes she knew so well looking around for her and she let her smile return at the way his shoulder visibly relaxed at the sight of her. lando was slow to move, not wanting to risk any more hate that he already knew he was going to get but there was only one thing he wanted right now. the hands he felt cupping his face, an instant sanctuary for the male. "i see you lan." the soft words that meant more to him than even love would.
leaning forward lando let the gap between them close, his lips find hers softly for a moment. normally she would pull away and scald him, knowing just how many cameras were in this pit lane to capture the moment but he needed her more now than she needed to shrink into the shadows. "i'm so damn proud of you." she whispered against his lips, fingers finding the damp curls at the back of his head and her chest settling now that she could hold him once more.
he'd never been as good with words as she had, always seemingly saying the same thing but he wanted to try, for her. "you mean more to me than all this you know?" he could already hear the people calling his name for media duties and as tempting as it was to just face the fines, grab his girl and vanish, lando knew that it would be better for the team if he saved them face. all the blood he'd lost for them still had to count for something right? taking a final second to lock in her face, lando lent forward for a final singular kiss. "i'll see you in my drivers room." he promised before he stepped away.
with a small nod she moved back, eyes filled with tears once more as he stepped up to take the mike from nico and he demonstrated once more why he was the man she adored. racing could continue to test him all it wanted, but she would be the anchor whilst he weathered any storm for as long as he needed her.
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heeseung taking out all his anger during sex drabble pls â€ïž
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this was originally written for jeno on my other blog but it fits so well [i rewrote it/reworded a lot of things. it's much better now lol] wc: 2.3k
tags: Heeseung hate fucks reader when he has a bad day, unprepped penetration, reader basically loses her ability to feel anything other than his cock lmao (cock drunk)
It doesn't always hurt when Heeseung has his hands on you. Really, most of the time itâs blissful. There were those nights though, when he would be rough, careless, and borderline worrisome with you. Oftentimes humiliating you in the way you can barely even mutter his name, weak and quivering under him.Â
It doesnât happen happen, but when it does, you know how much you always end upâŠkind of loving it.
Really, even if in the moment youâre in pain, sometimes even scared, you had to tell him after the fact to keep doing it. That itâs okay. That you fucking love it.Â
Naturally, tonight is another one of those nights.Â
Heeseung, first, had you against the counter with his strong arms pressing you back until your head hit the cabinets. You were, essentially, pinned there between his frustrated eyes and the counter top with him slotting himself between your legs. Not a single word is said to you, not a single explanation, and arguably, you know better than to ask.Â
You already know. Heâs had a bad day.
So, you just let him. Feeling his lips go from a grimace to biting and nipping against your skin. You can only imagine how bad his day went for him to be so silent, still, you let him do as he pleases because you donât exactly want to make it worse for him. If anything, youâre fine with being an outlet. You get plenty out of this too, after all.
And there is a part of him that knows heâs doing this with you rather than at you, based on your previous pleads to be his outlet. Heâs forever in love with the fact that you let him be this rough, with his bruising grip and harsh teeth. Thereâs nothing more in this world he could need to unwind aside from you and you alone. Solely because you let him.
When he drags you to the bedroom without a word, you simply let him. Internally bubbling with all sort of emotions. Fear, excitement, concern, arousal. He appears to be more angry tonight though, solely because his fingers gripping your wrist hurts much more than usual. You can feel your skin under them, pulling and stretching under his grip as he takes you to where he wants you.Â
And yet again, like on many nights like these, he doesnât offer a single bit of foreplay. He does little more than getting his cock out with that same frustrated face, flicking his head down as if he has an expectation of you. That, he does. You know it very well, and you do as youâre directed. Rolling your pajamas down your leg and easily spreading your legs and pussy for him.Â
Unprepped, still mostly dry. You know itâs going to hurt, and he knows itâs going to hurt too. The understanding is mutual but the act is much needed on more ends than just Heeseungâs.Â
The drag of his immediate, forced, plunge is uncomfortable for both of you, but something about the feeling of getting you wet while heâs inside of you is something that grounds Heeseung beyond belief. The feeling pulls him out of his red thoughts and turns them a shade darker.Â
Itâs always you who can distract him.Â
And, of course, he only goes faster and harder at that point, chasing the moment for when youâll slick up for him nice and wet. Gripping onto your body in such a harsh way that all you can do for him is whimper and cry. Your eyes always force the tears, especially when he hasnât kissed you yet. But even if he had kissed you, youâd be unable to kiss him back at this point. Not until the discomfort subsides anyway.
Thankfully, and like always, it doesnât take long for your body to want it. What was once the sound of dry and slapping skin turns to that of wet, squelching sounds as you drip out and around him. The drag hurts no more, and by this point you need him to go harder, faster, fucking deeper. After all, if heâs going to hate-fuck you when youâre not even the point of his anger, if heâs not even going to kiss you, he better find a way to make it hurt more.Â
Heeseung does come back to himself when he feels the slide though, loving that he can come home from his awful day and have you present yourself in such a way for him. He loves you more than anything, for so many fucking reasons that donât include that, but still. This is what you do for him, and it brings his softness back tenfold as he reaches out for your face, eyes softening for you in concern.Â
Fuck, he swears he learns something new about you every day too. After all the years the two of you have been together, heâs shocked when you turn your face away from him. Heâs a bit defeated at the act, partially wondering if heâs really pushed it too far in terms of using you. Itâs not often he doesnât at least give you some praise as he does this, but really, he was so, so upset. His brain justâŠ.he needed this before saying anything.Â
And so, at that motion of you turning your face away from him and his softer hands, he only slams his hips harder. He tips himself back a bit now, using one hand to tug at your clit as if itâs a form of retaliation from your rejection.
It would be retaliation anyway, but Heeseung knows well enough how much you love to hurt. You love when he tugs and pinches against your pretty, swollen clit. The sharp pains always make you cry in a way that fucks your brain up. As if you donât know whether to plead for him to stop or to ask for more.Â
Still, heâs frustrated that you wonât let him love on you now that heâs grounded himself a bit. His whole fucking day has been a disaster, and now youâre pulling away? Not making eye contact? Not letting him kiss you?
âBaby, look at me.â He says, now nearly demanding that you do as he says.Â
And, of course, you do.Â
âYou want it to hurt more?â He continues when you still shift your eyes away from him, but heâs a bit amused in the way you nod to him. So out of it for him that he feels almost silly for being upset at you in the first place.Â
âYeah?â He nods with a half chuckle, slowing his hips but now driving in with intent and harsh plunges. âJust like that?âÂ
You yelp as you urge him with a nod, loving the sear and feeling of your boyfriend tearing you open. And while you know heâs being rough, heâs not quite giving you his all now that heâs softened up.
You want him to give it his ass by this point now, if the sound of your pussy is anything to go by. You want him to fucking hurt you, to the point you canât moan, to the point you canât breathe.Â
âMore,â You manage to get out for him in another yelped whimper. âYouâre being soft.â
âYeah?â He asks for confirmation with his hand reaching for you cheek again, burying his leaking cock in so deep, so painfully deep. âLook at me.â
You do, showing him your blown out pupils and mess of hair on top of you head. You nod frantically, wanting him to push further than he ever has. Wondering if heâll ever surpass his own limit for you.Â
It goes like this for a while longer than usual. More pain, more pleasure, and your heart rate higher than you thought possible.Â
Heâs using you so well and you couldnât be more proud to be this for him. An outlet, his girlfriend, his sex doll. And fuck, he bites, he bruises, he drags his hips so painfully into you that you feel like you genuinely could be split in half at any moment if he truly wanted to.Â
So full, you can feel it so deeply inside of you that all you can do is cry.
You lose yourself to that feeling, basking in the sensation of your walls clenching every inch of him and moaning out with each second that passes. To the point your throat is sore and your eyes are swollen from the tears.Â
He pulls against your hair now, holding his hips in place and burying himself just as deep as before inside of you. Instantly, you see tunnel vision now. Like you could burst, both physically and emotionally, all for him.Â
Him, him, him.Â
And he only holds himself like that to the point that you can feel your cervix bruise. He only pushes harder now, trying to inch in more of his cock despite having no more to give. He lifts your leg over his shoulder just to get a different angle at the failure, only to find a way to make you feel him deeper than you thought was possible.Â
God, it hurts so good and he loves it. Your pained face paired with the image of your pussy taking the entirety of him. Youâre everything to him.Â
And now? His grunts are that of focus rather than pleasure. He wants to ruin you, he is trying to ruin you to the fucking core just to see if youâll unravel in a new sort of way.Â
Itâs the fact that heâs talking to you through it too. You canât make out a single word though, tunnel vision is tunnel hearing, and all you can focus on is the feeling of his cock bruising the deepest part of you. Being torn apart by the man you love isâŠsomething youâll never forget.Â
And when you do manage to catch a smirk on his face before his hips start sliding back and forth again, you realize he loves this as much as you do. Of course he does, who wouldnât love a girl willing to let her man surpass his own limits?Â
Out of respect, no less.Â
âAre you with me?â His voice echoes through your eyes, and while heâs fully aware that youâre absolutely fucking gone with the way heâs fucking you right now, he takes your distant nod as confirmation.Â
Despite how far aware he seems in your head, you know that every sensation your body is feeling right now is because of him. You canât help the quivering. The uncontrollable shaking.
It feels so good, to the point you are nearly numb to everything else around you. The swollen feeling of your body being abused is too, too fucking good. You canât even comprehend that heâs kissing against your slack mouth, but you do your best to kiss him back.Â
Goddamn does he love the way you drool all over yourself and him. Good. Fucking good girl.Â
âTry again,â He chuckles against your tongue, waiting, just to see if you can manage to kiss him properly. Though he suspects youâre completely lost in your head right now.Â
After all, heâs giving you exactly what you asked for.Â
And all you can do in return is blink up at him with a dazed smile. Your body is moving up with each of his thrusts just to make it that much more painful, and his lips continue to lay against yours. Heâs truly waiting for you to kiss him back like you have the ability to do it. Like you can truly think of anything else rather than what heâs doing between your legs.Â
Hah.Â
âYouâre so gone, baby.â He smiles in a breath at your failure to do anything more than leave your mouth open for him. Heâs fucking floored by how much you love this, and how you truly embrace the inability to think at this moment. âYouâre loving this, hm?â
You canât even not for him this time, feeling pangs of pain and pleasure shoot through your body with each sharp thrust.Â
âTry again, pretty girl.â He encourages you when he licks against your bottom lip again, gripping your hair with his other hand and craning your neck back.Â
âYou can do it, come on.â He adds, biting against your neck and licking the mark.Â
You once again, canât even try, because he accentuates each word with a drag of his pulsing cock and a sharp pressure against your clit with his abdomen. So, you stop trying, falling into the depths of the sensations and allowing yourself to lose your grasp on reality entirely.Â
Fucking hell, he loves it. The way you come undone, the way your entire body goes clack before shaking uncontrollably with a wet spurt of your pussy trying to push him out. He can feel you clench around him, your body acting on instinct to push, push, push, the pleasure out and all over him.Â
He has to hold back his own impressed moan at the way he stays buried into you as you squirt around him with that pretty, pained look on your face.Â
âFuck, that feels good, doesnât it?â He grunts out, slowing his pace to feel you clench around him fully, enough to where he needs to brace himself to pull out slightly just to shove his cock right back into that quivering mess. âSo out of it too, godââ He moans now, leaning back just to look down fully. Noting how youâve left a mess all over him.Â
And you still continue to quiver, your pussy still clenches and grips him. All the way until youâre slack, still clenching, and heâs now pumping his cum into you with such a relieved moan that it almost brings you back to reality.Â
By the time heâs done shaking on top of you, out of breath, and pulling out, your ears are ringing save for his soft voice.Â
âBaby?â You hear him say as he dips down beside your head. âI got you.âÂ
You manage to nod to him and smile in a drunken kind of daze as he lifts you from the bed for the proper clean up from a boyfriend who very much loves you.Â
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Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta. Inumaki.
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His eyes would light up and a wide grin appeared on his face. âBaby, it would hurt me if weâre not getting married.â He gives you many pecks on your face as he holds you close in his embrace. Heâs actually already planning on how heâd propose to you. Heâd be giddy at the thought and start pampering you. âI love you soo, sooo much!â as he kisses you with smooching sounds.
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âOf course we can. Iâd be a fool if I refused to marry you.â Heâd give you that gentle smile of his as he placed a hand on your cheek and caressed your skin with his thumb. âI will marry you, I promise you that.â In his head, heâs thinking of what would your wedding be like, and the thought of you being by his side in an important ceremony makes him happy.
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A sly smile appears on his face, âWhat an interesting question, my dear.â He wraps his arm over your shoulder to hold you closer to him and presses a kiss on top of your head. âWhy would we not get married? I canât let you go.â Heâll grab your chin with his other hand to make you look at him straight in the eyes. âNo other man will ever marry you except me.â
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âYes,â he answers with no hesitation, yet his face remains the same so youâre kind of confused about what heâs actually thinking. âI donât see why not, love. Marriage is a serious commitment, another proof of our love for one another, and I canât imagine building a future with anyone other than you.â He already has the ring, he just needs to find the right moment.
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His eyes widen in surprise, he just canât believe someone would want to marry him, and that someone is you, his love. âYou want to marry me?â He asks to make sure if youâre certain. He knows he canât give you much besides himself. When you assure him, heâll be so happy like itâs a dream. He vows to himself to take care of you for the rest of his life.
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Heâd look at you with his usual cool-headed gaze, âThatâs a hard request that goes beyond my interests. But if you ask me, I would say âyesâ.â He answers as it is. For him, marrying you would be easy, but he may not feel like it at the moment, but he also changes his mind easily just for you. Heâd rather have you near him and make it official rather than never see you again.
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Heâd never thought much about it, he always assumed heâd end up alone, so it took him a while to answer your question. âThere is something about being with you. It makes me feel like I can be comfortable and happy with someone. So, yes, Iâd love to marry you.â He looks away shyly but heâs honest with his words. Heâd think about it for a long time.
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âWait, youâre really asking me to marry you?â He points at himself as he stares at you. Donât get him wrong, heâs actually very happy, just surprised. âHell yeah! I want to marry you. You'd make my dreams come true. I'd be honored to be your husband!â He lets out a happy laugh and starts suggesting many places to go on your honeymoon.
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You made this boy beyond delighted by just asking him that. âOh, yes, yes, of course. We can get married!â He nods eagerly. Heâs passionate about love, and heâs just glad that youâre on the same page with him that you wanted to get married. Heâll ask what you want your wedding to be like, and all that. He hasnât bought a ring to propose to you yet, so heâs rather panicky about it.
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Heâs between happy and surprised that itâs making him even more speechless. He nods immediately like heâs going to break his neck and gives you two thumbs up of approval, âShake, shake!â Heâll treat you like youâre already married, showering you with kisses as he hugs you tight. Heâll keep bringing the topic up, he just wants to marry you as soon as possible.
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#àłáŠâç©èȘ.#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jjk headcanons#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#geto x reader#geto suguru x reader#sukuna x reader#nanami x reader#nanami kento x reader#choso x reader#toji x reader#fushiguro toji x reader#megumi x reader#fushiguro megumi x reader#itadori x reader#itadori yuji x reader#yuta x reader#yuuta okkotsu x reader
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I was feeling a little silly :3 (I wrote a whole ass fanfic on Sub! Francis Mosses :|)
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You sighed, the sound of your door unlocking echoing in the vast silence of the hallway. Stepping inside your apartment, you closed the door behind you, before taking off your coat. A breath of relief escaped your throat. Work had been particularly unforgiving today, and you were glad to finally be home and away from it all.
You hung your jacket on the hook that stood on the plain wall before you. You slipped your shoes off your aching feet, a delightful scent wafting your way. You perked up. A smile tugged at your lips. Despite the hardships you faced daily at your bore of a job, you could always count on one thing at the end of the day: your beloved husband, Francis Mosses.
âDarling?â a call resounded from the kitchen, enunciated in that tired, gravelly voice that you had grown to love.
âIâm home! Just give me a second, dear,â your response was short lived, as you heard hurried footsteps in your direction.
Before you could blink, two warm arms had wrapped themselves around you, breaking you away from the real world if only for a couple moments. And just as soon as they had appeared, they were gone. You could feel your beloved husband dutifully remove the rest of your work attire before those same warm hands guided you towards the living room.
âHow was work, my love?â a gentle tone graced your hearing, followed by a ginger peck on your cheek.
You let out a tired chuckle, âThe same as always,â you sighed, taking a seat on the couch, âJohn canât keep his mouth shut and Maryâs always on my trail.â
Thereâs a droop in Francisâs tone. âThat woman from HR?â
Youâre too tired to speak so instead you just nod in response, the weight of your day creeping up on you.
âWell, donât worry about that now, love,â you feel his palm cup your cheek, heat bouncing off his skin and onto your own as he turns your head ever so gently. Your gazes are locked together now; a faint sparkle in Francisâs.
âI made your favorite.â the words are uttered so softly that you would not be able to catch them if you werenât paying full attention to him. The tenderness of the moment overwhelms you, and you can do nothing but smile at the man that had stolen your heart. He returns the expression whole-heartedly.
You feel his warmth break apart from you abruptly, and your eyes trail after Francis as he heads towards the kitchen. The aroma is much stronger now.
You canât help but feel a sense of gratitude as you get up to follow him.
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âHicâwaitânot there-mmgf~!â your husbandâs eyes roll back into his head for the umpteenth time tonight, a dizzying flush coating his body.
Your hand is wrapped relentlessly around Francisâs cock, erect and leaking uncontrollably. He lets a gasp as your thumb begins to rub over his slit, a keen clawing at his throat. Your touch glides almost painfully slow across his tip, and the poor man doesnât know whether to buck into your touch or away from itâŠitâs just too good.
Instead, his hands paw uselessly at your sides. A series of hiccups escape him from all the crying heâs done, and you lap up the sounds like a man in the desert. You absolutely loved how vocal Francis was. He bites down on his bottom lip in an effort to silence his cries, flush coloring his cheeks out of embarrassment. It doesnât work, of course.
âNgh! F~uckâŠwhy..â
âWhy what, darling?â you crooned, relishing in his state, âUse your words.â
Francisâs mind goes blank. A helpless whine leaves his mouth, and a shaky breath exits him when he feels your hand tighten around the base of his ruined cock.
He lets a sob, âHnng! I canât stop..leaking! S-shit~â tears begin to wet his face once again, rolling down to frame his features in a way that you never imagined up until now.
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âŠwas that OOCâ:0
imagine him falling apart in your lap, his back pressed up against your chest, squirming in your grasp...twitching with whiny moans and drool dripping down the side of his mouth with fat tears in the corners of his eyes. turning back to look you asking if he did a good job ......
AHHHHHH. u did so amazing anon, not ooc at ALL. REAL FRANCIS IS SOOOOO SUB CODED. like he's so inexperienced it hurts and it just makes me wanna UGHHHH.
#francis mosses#francis mosses x reader#sub francis mosses#milkman#that's not my neighbour#you did great!!#love this so much.#ncrescent asks
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pairing. spider-man!jake x fem!reader genre. fluff, slight angst, slightly suggestive?? wc. 2k warnings. for context, this is the #infamous scene in the amazing spiderman 1 when peter shows up hurt at gwens window!! and yes im including the lizard LMAO and jake is kinda down Bad note. THIS TURNED OUT SO LONG.... and also NOT how i wanted but erm well.. spiderman jake is truly all i can think about so i hope you enjoy!!!
You were just finishing up your chemistry homework when Jake leaned against your window frame outside, and lightly knocked against your window. By now, this had become a routine-like thing, so you didn't even flinch.
The first time he did that, though, you felt slightly creeped out before letting him in regardless - because, after all, you do live on the 21st floor. The second time he did that, you started getting used to it. After all, your boyfriend just so turned out to be Spider-man. It was just something you'd get used to sooner rather than later.
Turning around and telling him, âCome in.â, you could already feel your lips form into a smile like that of a little kid's. Jake does as you said and opens the window, slowly climbing inside while you quickly save your homework document in the meantime.
âSo, big guy, what was saving New York like today?â you joke before turning around to look at him. Though, once you see Jake holding onto your armchair for stability, your smile fades as quickly as it appeared and you get up when your eyes scan his body - three major scratches across his chest, along with other small wounds across his face (though these are a given by now). But also- scratches? No, it looks more like someone tried to slice him up with.. you don't even know what. Knives? This big? You can only imagine how he got these.
âDifferent, for sure.â he replies in a joking manner (even though there is no smile), and you can hear just a tiny bit of the pain he must be in in his voice.
âJake?â you end up whispering as you walk towards him, and he simply lets himself fall onto your armchair before you sit down beside him.
âSeems that reptiles aren't my biggest fans.â he jokes; now smiling as he lets his head fall back while trying to catch his breath. In the meantime, you can't help but scan his wounds up close and - it's safe to say, someone (or something) possibly did try to slice him up from the looks of it.
âReptiles?â you repeat, the confusion in your voice being very easy to identify; something Jake had already seen coming though, so that is far from surprising.
Before speaking up to elaborate further, he lifts his head again to look at you up close, then explains; âRemember that thing on the bridge yesterday? The thing that was âbiggerâ than a human.. Well, turns out it's actually some kind of giant, mutant lizard. And it's living in the sewers, apparently.â
âA what?â raising your eyebrows in shock immediately, you can't help but blink in utter confusion a few times - at least before your eyes find their way back to his chest, and some dots start to connect by themselves. Well, his wounds make a little sense now at least. Still, neither of you could deny that âgiant mutant lizardâ doesn't sound absolutely insane - so naturally, it takes you a second to process and.. imagine what that fight must've looked like just now.
âYou're..â you frown; making eye contact with your boyfriend again after breaking it shortly. Jake on the other hand can't seem to even think about taking his eyes off of you. As per usual. âYou're telling me you're fighting.. giant lizards?â you simply add. You're also certain that no matter how you would've worded this, it would sound equally just as crazy.
But, well.. your boyfriend IS Spider-man after all. So really, nothing should probably surprise you anymore. If you had to guess, things would, most likely, only get crazier from here on.
âYeah. Well, they suck.â Jake scoffs, followed by another smile on his face, but he quickly groans in pain right after; your eyes still fixated on his wounds. Itâs not like he'll die of them, so you try telling yourself to stop being so dramatic, but still.. it's a sight you'd rather not get too used to.
You hate seeing him like this. Usually, you're pretty used to seeing him with small or at least smaller wounds by now, but this? This is.. low-key crazy. You keep telling yourself that he is literally Spider-man, and that there's.. kinda no way to avoid getting hurt, yet all you hope for is to see him in one piece every single time. And it seems that the longer he keeps doing what he's doing, the chances of seeing him at all keep getting slimmer. Which is something that truly keeps you up at night, easily causing goosebumps all over your body.
âHey.â Jake quietly says, simply to bring you back to reality once he notices you're lost in thoughts, and the next thing you feel is his hand on your cheek, softly cupping it.
Once you're actually back, you properly reconnect the eye contact you so love with him again. âWhat is it?â he questions not too long after, barely whispering while trying to read your expression. You, on the other hand, just remain silent; swallowing, before taking a sharp breath.
âTake this off, I'll take care of it.â pretty much avoiding the question, you point to his suit instead (or at least the upper part of it) - since, every time Jake has come here, you took care of him and his injuries. And today was gonna be no different.
While he makes sure the city is okay, you need to make sure he's okay. And vice versa, Jake has to make sure you're okay, by coming back to you every time like promised. New York could be safe for all he wants - only seeing your face every time makes him feel truly safe and sound.
And so again, he does as you say; moving to sit on the floor while leaning against your bed, he watches you do your little magic in silence. Silence, awe, admiration - it's all the same when it comes to you, really. He doesn't even deserve you, Jake thinks to himself. Like he does everyday.
Your âlittle magicâ though, simply includes disinfecting his wounds first; a process the both of you have gotten used to by now.
Once he's rolled down his suit a little, you begin to carefully pat his chest with the tissue again and again, so careful as if he'd break if you made one wrong move. Which.. seems sort of funny. You're patching up the Spider-man after all.
Jake, in the meantime, can't seem to take his eyes off of you again, so he simply doesn't. Instead, he watches your every move like his life depends on it. The look in your eyes has changed. You've gone quiet. Like, awfully quiet.
âY/N.â he tries again after just a moment - after you clearly avoided his question the first time. When you look up just the tiniest bit, you're immediately met with his eyes on you already in no time. Oh. His eyes. âWhat is it?â he repeats, hoping to get you to talk this time.
Looking at him, it takes you a few moments to even form a somewhat coherent thought. Sometimes you wish you could just stop time and stay like this. With him, here. Forever.
Sure, being Spider-man's girlfriend had its perks - like Jake taking you with him to swing around New York together. Surely.. an original experience! But it also meant praying he'd come home to you every time there was trouble in the city.
âI'm just scared for you, is all.â you sigh quietly, tilting your head a tiny bit. For just a moment, silence enters, and it feels like you're falling in love with him all over again. You're just glad he's here.
âYou won't lose me.â Jake assures you in the softest tone possible and immediately brings his hand back to your cheek, only to bring your face closer to his. Close enough to place a kiss on your lips, a reassuring one. A kiss that, as you both know, says something words wish they could truly encapsulate. Breaking the kiss for a short, simple âI promise.â, he immediately reconnects your lips again like he'd suffocate if he didn't.
What starts as a lovely, reassuring kiss, quickly seems to turn into something much more intimate when you feel Jake rest his other hand on your waist only to pull you as close as possible; to feel your body right against his.
Spider-man might have impressive healing abilities that are above those of the average person, but Jake felt as if having you near him was already enough healing.
âI love you.â he breathes into the kiss, and quickly tries to catch his breath when you do the same for a second. Your faces still dangerously close, all you seem to be able to get out is a âI love you too.â that sounds very out of breath, like you were the one fighting a giant mutant lizard just before.
Bringing your hand up to rest on the side of his neck, Jake can't help but sigh when he backs off a tiny bit, only so he can get a good look at you. God, you're beautiful he thinks to himself. Basically looking at you the same way he did when he first told you he loved you, he automatically moves the few strands of hair out of your face; tucking them behind your ear, while his eyes simply shine with admiration. But mostly love.
âI just love you, Y/N.â your boyfriend repeats while shaking his head slightly, and sounding completely hopeless as if he just accepted that he is, indeed, hopelessly in love with you. Though, that was more or less the case anyway.. it still is, actually. Watching his eyes go back and forth between your eyes and lips, Jake speaks up again in a low voice, âYou won't lose me.â. However this time, it's a promise rather than a reassurance.
Your eyes lighting up with pure love at his words and the look in his eyes, you can't seem to hide the way your lips are forming into another tiny smile - so you decide to just let them speak by placing them on his once again.
It's like your lips were perfectly made for each other, especially when Jake tilts his head a tiny bit more to deepen the kiss - his hand still on your neck, and if it were to go after him, he'd never remove it again. It's like you were perfectly made for each other.
âJake.â you mumble into the kiss, yet keep it going because his lips feel a little too good moving against yours. Although you don't wanna let go, you (sadly) do end up breaking the kiss - which causes Jake to immediately look at you as you're gathering your thoughts one by one.
âI need to ask you a favour. It'll sound really selfish, though.â you begin quietly, only to receive a promising nod from his side, waiting for you to continue curiously while his eyes go back and forth between your eyes and lips again. Swallowing, you carefully ask, âYou know I love that you're Spider-man, but can you just be Jake for tonight and stay?â Yeah, you were right about it sounding kinda selfish. Jesus.
But, like, it's true, and you couldn't really figure out a better way to word it. I mean, obviously you love that he's Spider-man - literally who wouldn't? But it's true that you love Jake Sim more. Even if just a tiny bit, which is why you want, - or need, actually - him with you tonight. Just Jake. Just the two of you.
âIt doesn't sound selfish.â is the first thing he says in response, slightly shaking his head for further assurance. You're not only glad about it, but you feel your heartbeat increase rapidly when you see yet another smile form on his face, which (thank god), he doesn't even try to hide as it's getting too big. âActually,â he lightly scoffs, biting on his lip as you watch him do so (it drives you nuts every time).
âI was hoping you'd say that, princess.â is the last thing he says before pulling you in for a kiss much, much more intimate than the ones before.
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Sticky.
RQ: 'Another idea I had was more NSFW, that being a passionate sexual experience with him (the reader can be G/N, afab, amab, or whatever you choose), of which ends with him âreleasingâ his fluids onto the readerâs torso from the reader pleasuring his area (depending on the reader you choose there can also be other fluids), of which Kurt falls upon when heâs finished. Since both of them are now sticky and whatnot, they decide to take a shower after they have recovered for a minute. Their time in the shower would consist of them washing and rubbing each other and doing slow and lazy romantic and sexual touches, though nothing as explicit as before. Itâll be fun to read Kurt washing / rubbing the reader with his hands and tail, while the reader is feeling down his wet fur. If you want to do something less NSFW, you could do them making out outside, of which they get dirty and then need to take a shower (though I admittedly prefer the more NSWF one đ). Thanks for your consideration!' - @hulkingharbor
Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader // Warnings: Smut 18+ | Suggestive scenes, sex aftermath
A/N: I decided to start it at the end of a passionate night, I have a lot of smut requests so I am trying to balance it out. BUT, I didn't just want it to be sfw. So I put in a little tease at the beginning <3 Unedited. WC: 1.9k
"Bitte! I-I'm close," Kurt whined as you stroked him from your laid position, his poor legs could barely hold himself up as the pleasure shot through his body so intensely. "Aah! m-mein Gott....nngh," he gently bucked into your strokes, his face flushed violet as his pants grew heavier and quicker.
"Come for me, baby...I know you want to..." you encouraged in a sultry voice, making Kurt whimper desperately in response. His hips jerked up steadily to meet your hand's movements, his breathing picked up in short, quick huffs as he felt himself throb and grow hot. His poor body didn't know what to do, he held onto the sheets tightly as he thrusted up against your teasing hand. His cock throbbed and twitched as your hand stroked him, you knew he was going to burst any second now.
"I am going to..." Kurt swallowed the thick lump in his throat as he felt himself seize, his eyes widening before rolling back and he let out the most pleasurable sounds imaginable, your name intertwined with them. His bottom lip trembled as his cock twitched in your palm, shooting out sprits of white cum all over his chest and abdomen. Rope after hot rope came from his blushed tip until the strong shots turned into pitiful pearls beading and dripping thickly down his length and onto your fingers.
His chest rose and fell with the aftermath, he let out a soft mewl as you slowly drug your hand up his cock, pulling out any remaining beads of cum hidden away. His body quivered with lingering pleasure as he lay spent on the bed, exhausted yet content. He remained motionless, allowing the afterglow to wash over him. As he gradually regained his composure, you nestled beside him, your presence a comforting warmth against his side.
You began to trail a series of gentle, unhurried kisses across his face, your lips softly caressing his forehead, cheeks, and the tip of his nose. Kurt responded with a low, appreciative hum, almost resembling a purr, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered himself to your loving ministrations. The tension in his muscles slowly ebbed away, replaced by a deep sense of relaxation and contentment.
"Ah...liebe..." he whispered, his hand releasing the sheets and holding your forearm instead. You laid with him and slowly ran your fingers through his hair as he recovered from his orgasm, Kurt's breathing slowly returned to normal and he sighed. "Ach...I am klebrig." He noted, feeling the cum seep into his fur and dry slightly.
You chuckled softly at him, taking in his disheveled appearance. It did make him look quite a mess, you had to admit, and if you were being completely honest with yourself, there was something undeniably attractive about his current state. The tousled hair, the flushed indigo skin, the slight sheen of sweat clinging to his velvety fur - all evidence of your shared passion. However, as enticing as he looked, you were both thoroughly spent for the night, having indulged in each other's company to your hearts' content. You were sure you looked just about the same.
"Yeah, you certainly are a sight," you teased gently, your voice warm with affection. "Let's go take a shower and clean up properly. After that, I promise we can snuggle all you want." You encouraged him to get up, offering a hand to help him off the bed. He met your gaze with tired but contented eyes, a lopsided smile slowly spreading across his face as he nodded in agreement.
As he took your hand and slowly rose to his feet, you couldn't help but chuckle at his unbalance. Even in his exhausted state, there was something endearing about the way he moved, even if he was a bit unsteady from your earlier activities. The prospect of warm water cascading over your bodies, washing away the remnants of your lovemaking, followed by cuddling close in clean sheets, seemed absolutely perfect.
You started the shower, carefully adjusting the temperature and letting the water warm up to a comfortable level before gently stepping in with him. You both simply stood there, savoring the sensation of the hot water cascading down your bodies for several minutes. The steam rose around you, enveloping you both in a warm, misty cocoon as you stood close together, relishing in the intimate moment and the soothing warmth against your skin.
After a while, you both decided it was time to begin washing, you didnât want anyone complaining about no hot water in the morning. Your hands instinctively reached for his body wash, popping the cap and squeezing a generous amount onto your palm, the fresh scent immediately filling the shower. Your hands touched his chest and you began to lather the soap on him, your fingers gliding smoothly over his skin and through his soft fur, appreciating the textures beneath your fingertips.
Kurt exhaled with a contented sigh, his lips curving into a warm smile as you diligently worked the soap into his fur. The gentle massage of your fingers turned the soap into a sea of white, foamy bubbles that clung to his coat. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched you, clearly enjoying the attention. "You like this, ja? It seems you can't keep your hands to yourself," he teased, his voice laced with playful smugness as you continued your thorough cleansing.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his comment, though a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. "Oh, please," you retorted, your tone a mix of exasperation and amusement. "You're the one who's messy. I'm simply fulfilling my duties as your partner by cleaning you up. After all, I am, technically, responsible for getting you into this state in the first place." As you spoke, your hands moved lower, your eyes glued on his face as his smirk faltered a bit.
"So be good and stay still for me, ja?" You whispered, your hands gently gliding down his legs, taking care to clean every inch with meticulous attention. Your touch was soft yet purposeful as you slowly and carefully cleaned between them, ensuring no area was missed. Kurt swallowed hard, his body tense but obedient as he remained motionless for you. His tail sought comfort by wrapping itself around your ankle, an affectionate gesture, but also one to keep the thing from flicking and thrashing behind him.
He couldn't remember the last time he was cleaned, not so tenderly and lovingly anyway. You worked slowly and thoroughly, making sure every crevice was cleaned on him. You stood back up, his soft, golden eyes on you as he watched with a newfound look of innocence and vulnerability. You knew he had grown up a bit...differently, the details weren't set in stone, but by how he stood there and looked at you there was enough to go off of.
"All done, did that feel good baby?" You rinsed your hands under the shower head and reached up to cup his face, thumbs rubbing over his cheekbones in gentle strokes. Kurt leaned into your hands immediately and he sighed contently, blinking slowly before allowing his eyes to fully close and enjoy the moment.
"Ja...es war gut." His gentle voice rang through the shower, hitting your ears over the sound of the running streams of water pouring down your bodies. His tail unwrapped from you and moved higher on your body, he opened his eyes once again, emitting a gentle glow in the dimmer bathroom light. "Your turn."
His hands slowly lathered your own wash, carefully guiding them over your skin with a delicate touch. He washed you with the same tenderness you had shown him earlier, his movements a perfect reflection of the love and care you had. The warmth of his hands and the soothing sensation of the soap nearly put you to sleep standing there.
"You are so perfect, liebe...so utterly perfect," Kurt murmured, his voice low and filled with adoration. His words hung in the steamy air, emphasizing the depth of his feelings for you. As he continued to wash you, Kurt placed soft, feather-light kisses along the back of your neck, each one a testament to his affection. His tail caressed and soothed your hips, the spade gently moving up and down your skin.
After you both finished cleaning up, you stepped out of the shower together, ready to dry off. As you held up a large towel, preparing to wrap it around Kurt, you noticed his body tense slightly. His eyes widened, and he shook his head emphatically. "No, NEIN, don't you dare-" you began, your voice a mix of amusement and mock horror.
Kurt suddenly transformed into a furry whirlwind, shaking his entire body vigorously, like a dog fresh from a bath. Water droplets flew in every direction, creating a miniature rainstorm in the bathroom from his shaking. You let out a surprised yelp, frantically trying to use the towel as an impromptu shield against the unexpected deluge. "Kurt!!" you shouted, your voice a blend of shock and laughter as you attempted to dodge the spray of water.
After a few seconds, Kurt's impromptu performance came to an end. The damn showman he was. He stood there, looking quite pleased with himself, his fur now a chaotic mess of spikes and tufts where it was longer. Some areas stuck up at odd angles, giving him a comically disheveled appearance. A mischievous grin spread across his face, showcasing his pride in the playful havoc he had just wreaked.
You couldn't help but shake your head in amused exasperation, a fond smile playing on your lips as you gently ruffled his hair with the towel. His fur still damp and slightly disheveled, eyes blinking owlishly as he shook his head in response to your ministrations to let his curly hair fall naturally after the ruffling you gave him. A quiet chuckle escaped you as he did so, his expression and mannerisms never ceased to make you smile.
"You're not dry yet, you know," you murmured, your voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and care. You continued your task, methodically running the towel over his body. Your hands moved with a tender efficiency, carefully working to absorb the remaining moisture from his fur. You were honestly surprised he stood still for you, considering the way his tail knowingly flicked behind him.
As you felt his fur gradually becoming less damp under your touch, a sense of satisfaction washed over you. Finally, when his coat felt mostly dry beneath your fingertips, you stepped back to admire your handiwork. A fond grin spread across your face as you took in his slightly rumpled appearance, affection bubbling up in your chest. "There," you said softly, your eyes twinkling with mirth, "All dry now, you adorable dork."
He pouted lightly, his lower lip protruding slightly as he mumbled, "I'm not a dork. That's an unfair accusation."
"You are, actually, a huge dork," you teased him back, a playful grin spreading across your face as you observed his adorable pout. Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you continued, "But don't worry, it's one of the many things I find endearing about you. Now come on, I believe I promised you some quality cuddling time, and I intend to make good on that promise."
His eyes gleamed with excitement and he eagerly followed you out of the room, his pout now a happy smile. He trailed behind you towards the bedroom, ready to indulge in the promised cuddles.
Thanks for reading.
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Dividers by @/adornedwithlight
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haechan is always so cute when he wears those thick-rimmed glasses that it kinda just makes me wanna ruin him. imagine him looking up at you with pleading eyes and those cute glasses tilted on his face while you ride him. itâd be even better if heâs all messy, tears falling freely and his brain all muddled because all he can think about is you and how badly he wants to cum.
i NEED to hear ur thoughts on this.. itâs been a wip in my drafts for like a week iâm going insane
THIS BUT WITH NERD!HAECHAN. i need to sit down and take a breath... everyone stand back. part 2 part 3
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âmy pretty boy, whatâs wrong?â
you know whatâs wrong, youâre teasing him. youâre on his lap, slowly riding him as he tries to hold back cries and whimpers. his head is tilted back, his neck practically begging to be kissed. you lean forward, pressing soft, wet kisses all over. he gives up on holding back his sounds, whining out to you as he grips tightly on your hips.
âplease,â he lets out a choked whimper, âjust wanna cum, wanâ you to let me cum.â
he tilts forward, trying to kiss you. you move out of the way, laughing at how he tries to chase your lips. your hand grips his face, cooing at how he looks up at you with his pretty eyes. he looks dazed, already so fucked-out with just you on top of him. you havenât even given him what he really wants, just grinding down your hips as he twitches inside of you.
âmm, it feels nice like this, though. you feel so good inside of me.â
he nods, eyes fluttering shut as you clench around him. he canât beg, taking what you give him without complaining. he never thought this would happen, never thought youâd fuck him like this. all the nights heâs spent fisting his cock to the thought of you canât compare to this, even if youâre practically ignoring him. he lets out a shaky breath, his blunt nails digging into the skin of your hips.
âwonât you tell me how bad you want this, my pretty baby?â
he fights off a moan, biting the inside of his cheek before he speaks, âwant this so bad, thought of you so much and i just- just wanna cum.â
âaw,â you pout, âall you wanna do is cum? thought you wanted to hang out with me, too.â
he quickly shakes his head, sitting up a bit more straight, ân-no! i do! i like you so much, i want to be with you, want you to fuck me!â
a wry smile appears on your face, âthatâs all i needed to hear, baby.â
you almost pull off of him before slamming your hips down. he lets out a loud cry, his hips chasing yours as he tries desperately not to cum so fast. he canât let this end, canât let the sight of you on top of him go. you look down at him with hooded eyes, your gaze and how good you feel against him making his face go hot.
his glasses become foggy, the sight of your teasing smile getting lost behind the fog. he whines out in embarrassment, the back of his hand reaching up to messily wipe away at the fog. he shoves his glasses a little too hard, too focused on how your warm walls suck him in deeply.
you laugh out at his crooked glasses, cooing as you fix them, âyouâre so excited, so excited that you're drooling and being all clumsy.â
he nods, not trusting his shaky voice. it fails though, feeling your thumb press against his mouth, swiping at the drool thatâs slipped out. he wasnât even aware he was drooling, your body pressed against him being almost too much for him to handle. he can feel your nipples against his chest, his back arching to meet press harder against your chest.
your thumb traces his bottom lip, âsuck.â
he listens, two of your fingers sliding into his mouth as he swirls his tongue around them. youâre all over him, he wants to stay like this forever. he might just be a little too obsessed with you like this, taking all that you want from him as he sits there, allowing you to do whatever.
your fingers slide out of his mouth, opting to trail under his shirt, moving to his chest. he lets out a loud whimper as he feels your wet fingers toy with his nipples. he canât help how his hips stutter against you, the stimulation becoming too much. he can feel how tears begin to build in his eyes, pleasure consuming him.
âdoesnât this feel so nice?â you realize heâs not listening to you, watching him moan freely as his hands grip your thighs. you slow down your pace, grinding down on his cock as you try to ignore how his tip hits your sweet spot. you pinch his nipple, his chest arching into yours as he almost cums on the spot.
âpay attention to me,â you whine, âor else iâll make myself cum on your cock and leave you here all by yourself.â
he lets out a shaky breath, âs-sorry. it just feels too good, you fuck me so good.â his eyes look up at you, losing focus as he sees the grin on your face. he has to tell himself to pay attention, tries to refocus as your hips begin to bounce against him again. the sound of skin against skin, the harsh sting of your nails digging into his skin making his cock twitch. he loves it all.
he realizes heâs crying when you press kisses against his cheeks, tongue swiping out to lick them up. you can feel his warm breath fan across your face, whispers of your name filling the little space between the both of you. when you lean back, his eyes bore into yours, âcan i please cum? wanna fill you upâŠâ
you smile, hand reaching up to wipe a stray tear off his cheek. you clean his glasses for him, wiping them against his shirt before placing them back on his nose. he thanks you, hips pushing inside of you, trying to remind you what he really wants. you move his hands back to your hips, feeling how he grips at the flesh, taking you all in.
âiâll give my baby whatever he wants.â
you hear him whisper out a small thank you as you move faster, feeling how restless heâs become. he doesnât care about how loud heâs being, doesnât care about how much he might seem like a desperate loser right now. none of it matters when youâre here right now, your eyes watching his face, drinking up all his sounds.
when he realizes heâs close to cumming, he moves his hands up to your waist and pulls you close to him. his eyes look into yours before deeply kissing you. itâs messy, tongues moving against each other as drool slides down your chin. you can feel how hot his face is, imagining how his glasses are probably fogged up again.
you donât care, feeling his hands reach for whatever he can grab as his hips rut into yours as he cums inside of you. spurts of cum shoot into you, his cock twitching with every movement you make. heâs moaning into your mouth, trying to fight off the overstimulation as you cum around his cock, fueled by his pretty moans and face.
he tries to push at your hips, but they move on their own as you ride him. his spent cock twitches inside of you, the pain bleeds into pleasure as you fuck yourself onto him. he can feel you slow down, pulling out of him. he realizes that itâs all over, suddenly wanting you close again. he moans out, âdonât want this to end, want you here, wanâ you to use me whenever. please, please donât go.â
âwhy canât we go for a round two?â you grin.
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Yandere cowboy x fem.reader
Yandere! Cowboy whoâs the towns sweetheart. How can he not be? He helps every troubled soul he comes across, doesnât matter who they are. He works hard every day to easy the load of providing for the family, heâs not a child anymore, of course heâll do anything he can to help out! Besides, who wouldnât fall for those muscles and pearly smile? Youâd be crazy if you didnât.
Yandere! Cowboy who you meet the first day of your âvacationâ to stay at your grandparents. Your parents though youâd been acting up the last weeks so they decided it was best to send you away for the summer, much to your dismay. Now youâd have to text your friends that you canât hang out at all. Damn it. Being forced to stay in a in-the-middle-of-nowhere town definitely wasnât your top priority. There was practically no service and nothing to do all summer. Youâll be bored out of your mind unless you manage to find something to entertain you. Luckily, there does appear to be something worthy of your attention- or rather, someone. Itâll certainly make things more interesting.
Yandere! Cowboy who you think is kinda cute, if not a little weird. Heâs no doubt very different compared to the boys in the city- speaking in that special accent, wearing worn overalls, sweat at his forehead everytime you meet and practical thinking above all else. Still, you find yourself intrigued by his contrasting personality.
Yandere! Cowboy who is enchanted by you. Youâre just soâŠ.wonderful. Funny enough, he also thinks youâre different, which interests him. Normally, he isnât the type to brag and is quite humble, but he isnât blind. He can see the way the girls in town drool over him. He knows heâs attractive. But you, you donât fall over your feet whenever you gets a glimpse of him. You donât stutter over every word while talking to him- in fact, youâre as cool as a cucumber. It almost seems like youâre flirting with him.
Yandere! Cowboy who notices you way your eyes sparkle when you speak of your interests. He starts thinking about the way you sound when laugh, how you pout when youâre frustrated and what you look like when youâre sad. Itâs all beautiful. You are beautiful. Soon, itâs not only that he focuses on. Now, every time youâre walking ahead of him, he pays attention to the curve of your ass, how your hips sway when you walk, and suddenly he finds himself having to adjust his pants.
Yandere! Cowboy who you enter a special relationship with. Youâre more than friends but less than actual lovers- thatâs how you see it at least and you believed thatâs what yan! Cowboy wanted, too. You two spend all your free time together in each others arms and going on cute dates around town and in the forest.
Yandere! Cowboy who wishes to marry you. Youâre his perfect match! It must be fate that you ended up in their little town. Heâd give you a big beautiful ring- heâs saved up quite a bit during his years of working, so he can easily afford it- and let you have whatever wedding you imagine. Heâd make sure itâs exactly how you want it. Then, heâll personally build you a house. Of course, before he starts working on that, heâll need to know if you want a porch, what kind of shutter you want and what colour should the exterior be, would you like a fireplace?
Yandere! Cowboy who canât believe it; youâre leaving? You say that summer is over and you donât have to stay there with your grandparents anymore. You almost seemâŠrelieved. No, that canât be it. You love him! Right? Or was the connection he felt just one-sided?
âSorry, you werenât meant to catch feelings for me or anything. I just wanted to have fun, pass the time yâknow.
âSo I didnât meant anything to you? Not even a little bit?âŠâ
âI do like you. But I live in the city and my stay here was never going to be permanent. Like I said, Iâm sorry it got a little too serious.â
ââŠâŠ.â
âYeah, I gotta go now. I wish you well though, see ya.â
Yandere! Cowboy who spiraled after you left. Youâve dug yourself too deep in him. He canât imagine going on about his life like you never existed. He thought you could be happy there, even if wasnât like the big city you were used too, but that was clearly not the case.
If he had to uproot his life and move to be with you, then so be it. He wonders if youâll be happy to see him again.
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â© Watch.
â© dbf!toji x fem!reader
being caught masturbating by your dadâs best friend was a life altering experience, but when he finds out what you were thinking aboutâŠ.he wants to do more than watch.
â© tags: solo masturbating, age gap (toji just turned 40), voyerism, mentions of porn, dom toji, sub reader, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, reader is in her mid 20s, squirting, creampies and so much more.
note: on my wolverine/hugh jackman era, but I still love my husband toji. also the reader lives with her dad while he place is under construction.
you swallowed thickly, heart beating out of your chest as you watched the man take small strides to the foot of your bed; to get a good look out you.
you were caught, there was no other way around it.
your eyes dropped from his honey colored ones, trailing down and stopping at his muscular torso, where you could see how glazed they looked due to him sweatingâilluminated by the one lamp you had turned on.
he and your dad were busy chopping fire wood in the backyard, laughing and drinking beers as they shared their old stories with one another. but, when toji had to use the bathroom, your dad asked for him to check on you, you hadnât come out of your room since you got home from work and he wanted to make sure you were okay. thatâs how he ended up in your room and from what he saw, you were more than okay.
âwhat were you watching there, doll? hm?â he nodded towards your closed laptop and you fidgeted in your spot, adding to your embarrassment. âpornâŠâ a smirk formed on his scarred lips and he lightly tapped the bottom of your bed frame.
an idea popped into his head and you could see the gears moving, before he looked around your room and found a chairâpulling it to your bed before sitting down on it. your cheeks were hot and your mind was running rampant, surely he wasnâtâŠ
âdid ya get to cum?â he asked and you shook your head. before he came in your were close, so very close, but that stopped when he caught you.
âwell then, donât let me stop you. go aheadâ he looked at you then down at the pink vibrator that was right beside you. you pressed your thighs together, that familiar throbbing sensation appearing down below.
you looked at him and could tell her wasnât going to move and that he was serious, your heart was pounding in your chest. your dadâs best friend, the man you fantasized about ever since you came back, was going to watch you masturbate. you bit your lip and opened up your laptop, resuming the video on the porn siteâbefore grabbing your vibrator and pressing it to your clit, turning it on.
you bit your lip, suppressing the moans that desperately wanted to leave your mouthâkeeping focus on the lewd video that was playing and not on the hunk sitting in your chair.
âyou were louder than that doll, i heard you. show me how loud you can get.â His voice was deep and sultry, making you let a whimper; one that he heard. the smirk on his face got wider and winked at you, making your cunt gush.
you kept your eyes on the screen, your arousal growing by the minuteâhis emerald eyes watching your every move. watching how your face was scrunched up and your mouth was agape; while the fat pink vibration stayed on your puffy clit; splashing with your wetness.
the more you watched and left the toy on your clit, the more aroused you became and those sweet noises that left you mouth were the perfect melody to the older man. you squeezed your eyes shut, no longer needing the porn to fuel you as your imagination ran wild.
you were thinking about him, his tongue replacing the toy on your clit while his thick fingers pumped in and out of your sopping cunt, working multiple orgasms out of you back to backâthen positioning himself right at your entrance, fucking you senselessly into the mattress.
toji leaned forward, watching as you lifted up your shirtâpinching your perky nipples, while moving the vibrator around on your clit. the sounds of your wetness pooling and echoing through the room due to the toy had him palming his cock through his jeansâdesperately wanting to be free.
you could feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm, you pinched your nipples hard and turned the vibrator up a notch; yet it was unable to overpower your sweet moans. whatever your dad was doing, you hoped he stayed occupied with thatâkeeping him from coming upstairs.
toji watched as slick pooled out of you, your hands clinching the grey sheets underneath you, as your orgasm came crashing down on you. a series of moans left your lips, while you kept the toy on your clitâlegs trying stay open while you came. once you finally had enough, you turned the toy off and tossed it aside; opening your eyes up and catching your breathâhis eyes locked on yours.
âsuch a good girl. gâna tell me what your were thinking about over there? saw you muttering something~â he rose an eyebrow and your bottom lip went right between your teeth, again.
âyou. i was thinking about youâŠâ his eyes darkened and you could see him grip his crotch, your cunt clenching at nothing. toji got up from his seat and walked to the side of your bed, before sitting on the side of it. you gulped and watched as he ogled at your half naked body; your cunt throbbing the more he stared at you.
and then, he leaned over you, pressing those scarred lips against yoursâmaking you melt into your mattress. his big hands immediately went to your cunt, thick fingers coated in your wetness; while your thighs parted furtherâgiving him more access to her.
âso wetâŠthis what you were thinking about, hm? me playing with this pretty pussy?â he spanked your clit, making you yelp out; which was followed by a moan. you nodded and he let out a chuckle, sticking two thick digits in your hole; your slick drenching his fingers.
he repositioned himself between your legs, now eye level with your cunt, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip before diving head first; immediately lapping up your juices. your small hand went immediately for his raven locks, gripping them as he ate you out. eyes crossed while your lips parted, mewls spilling out as he worked wonders on your sensitive cunt.
âf-fuck! tojiâgâna cum,â he said nothing, the only sound you could be heard was the lewd sounds of him sucking and slurping on your pussy and juices. he hummed and pushed his two fingers back into your needy hole, speeding up your orgasm. your grip on hair got tight and you rolled your hips against his tongue, riding out your second orgasm on his face.
toji stayed between your legs for a little longer, slurping up what you could push out before he lifted his head, licking your juices off his lips. you sat up and watched as he got off your bed, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down, leaving him in black briefsâwhich followed his jeans; revealing his heavy cock.
you swallowed, keeping your eyes on his fat leaking cock, wondering what the hell were you getting yourself into. he got on the bed with you, sitting behind you, pulling you into his lapâcock pressed right on your cunt; making u moan softly.
âyou can take it. i got you mamas,â he reassured you, lifting you up slightly and angling himself at your entrance; before pushing himself in.
The both of you let out a noise, a gasp from you and a groan from him. he stretched your walls past its normal limit and as you looked downâyou saw that he wasnât all the way in, and you whimpered.
âdonât get scared now, been thinking about this pussy since I came by; just like I know you youâve been thinking about meâcan see it in your eyesâŠâ you let out a scream, his dick was now fully inside of you; kissing your cervix.
he pulled your head back and locked eyes with you, smirk painted on his chiseled face, âany louder and your fatherâs gâna come up and here and catch me balls deep in his daughterâs sweet pussy.â his lips connected with yours, suppressing the moans that wanted to leave your mouth, while he gripped your hips and slowly started to move you up and down on his length.
the more you took him, the more you you craved to have him dump his load inside of you; you desperately needed that. the pain that came with him stretching you out with his fat cock had washed away and was replaced with sheer pleasureâmaking your cunt gush with each bounce.
your eyes fluttered over to the mirror in front of you, taking in your reflection and watching as his cock pistonâd in and out of your soppy wet cunt; a squelching noise accompanying your sweet moans that filled the air. his eyes followed yours and he growled, looking at how much of your slick had coated his cockâa nice white sheen painting it.
the more he helped you bounce on his dick, the more he fell in love. he loved how fucked out you looked in the mirror, how your eyes rolled back when his tip brushed against a certain part, how you started to babble his nameâbegging for more of his cock. he was getting addicted to you, just like you were with him.
toji could feel you clench down on him, tightening your wallsâletting him know how close you were.
âgo ahead pretty girl. look in the mirror and watch how you cum for me~â you let out a whine, eyes rolling back, hands falling to your sideâcumming all over his cock. toji grunted, watching you through the mirror, trying so hard to not burst inside of youânot yet at least.
as you were riding out your high, you were caught by surprise when toji changed positions on youâputting you face first into the mattress, repositioning himself inside of you. âwait! wait, im stillâfuckkk!â he plunged himself deep inside of you before proceeding to drill you into your soft bed.
your ass wobbled and clapped against the older manâs pelvis, his girth splitting your cunt open with each powerful stroke. the more he pounded the more your second orgasm built up, and so was his. his balls were full and ready to explode inside of youâready to paint your walls a pretty shade of white.
âpleaseâŠ.please cum inside me! please daddy, fill me upâfuck!â you cursed, begging him to release inside youâdesperately wanting to be filled up by him, so you could be his personal cum dump. he let out a chuckle, he had you mind fucked in just a matter of minutes and he knew that your body would only crave him after today.
toji grunted, gripping your hips, slamming himself deep insideâcocking twitching the more your walls spasmed around him. and with a few more strokes, he couldnât help but to unleash his load inside of youâspurting out milky white ropes; filling you to the brim. he kept fucking you while his cum continued to pool inside of you, causing a more intense orgasm to course through you.
specks of white blurred your vision, gripping your sheets below you as you let goâsquirting all over his dick, shocking you both. he quickly pulled out, his seed dripping out before he plugged his fingers into your holeâfingering your cunt rapidly; pushing out more of the clear fluid from your body.
all you could do was lie there and take it, your body being drained of its fluids, before he removed his thick digitsâmaking you whine in response.
âdonât worry doll, imma get your dad to leave the houseâso i can turn that cunt every which way but loose~â he sent a smack to your plump ass before putting his jeans back on, placing a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. as the raven haired male descended down the stairs, he was met by your dad who was just about to come up.
âoh, i was just about to come up and see if you were alright.â
âthose tacos i had earlier fucked my stomach up. your daughterâs fine, but she wanted you to pick up a couple things from the store. she needs lots of waterâŠ.â
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I could give you a request if thatâs inspiration for a Wolverine/Deadpool threesome - but feel free to ignore if itâs not your thing :)
I could imagine reader being an assassin, getting the objective to kill Wade (without knowing itâs impossible) and yâknow, failing miserably. Ending up sandwiched between Wade and Logan, Wade wanting to know who sent him, and then getting rewarded for being such a good boy and telling.
Warning for sex pollen, double penetration, and one instance of Deadpool breaking the fourth wall.
âYou look pretty withering in pain like that,â Deadpool said, one of his guns trained to your forehead.Â
The man beside him looked at him with his brows drawn in disgust, his arms crossed over his chest.Â
You looked up and stole a glance at the man just in time for his eyes to slowly look you over, the intensity of his gaze making you shiver.Â
âWhat?â Deadpool asked, âhave you seen the way that suit fits him?â He asked the man.Â
âThey didnât tell me there would be two of you,â you said through gritted teeth, your eyes trained back on the floor. Maybe if you stared at it long enough, it would open and swallow you up.Â
âThis is my partner, Wolverine,â Deadpool said, his voice full of fondness even as he waved the gun pointed at you at the man.Â
âPartner? How inclusive,â you said with an eye roll.Â
âBusiness partner,â Wolverine clarified, making Deadpool gasp and pull his other hand to his heart.Â
âWe share the same bed,â Deadpool told you.Â
âShared! It was one time when,â Wolverine paused, âwe fell asleep in a car,â he clarified again.Â
âThat hurts,â Deadpool said, putting his gun back in the holster, âjust like you are now,â he said, kneeling down to the chair he tied your hands behind your back in. âIt sure looks like it does,â he said quietly, his head moving down slowly as he looked over your sweaty, disheveled appearance.Â
âThey said it would kill you,â you whispered.Â
âWho said it would kill me?â He asked,
You didnât know why your mouth couldnât form the words to tell them the name of the people you work for. Well, worked for. Just minutes before you were tied up, you were yelling into your phone at them, and then they fucking fired you for their fuck up.Â
You felt it in your gut when they contacted you with the contract that only told you all you had to do was administer the poison and that it would do the rest, you should have turned it down.
âYou didnât tell me he couldnât fucking die,â you yelled into your phone before Deadpool had shot it away. Maybe it had to do with the poison, you werenât sure. You sure felt angry enough to spill who it was, but maybe it was because you were too focused on how when it had gotten on just the small sliver of skin that it did, your body lit up in a mix of pain and arousal.Â
The feelings battled each other out all throughout your body, but one overshadowed the other when Deadpool ran a gloved hand over your crotch. Your head fell over the back of the chair and your mouth fell open as you let out a moan louder than you expected.Â
âHow about this,â Deadpool began, his hand tightening over the bulge that was your hard cock, âyou tell me who sent you and we all go kill them together. After we fuck your brains out, of course.â
âWe?â Wolverine asked.
âThen you kill me after theyâre dead?â You asked, trying not to thrust your hips into Deadpoolâs hand.Â
âYou lasted longer on this stuff than I expected, we could use you,â Deadpool answered.Â
âFor what?â You questioned, groaning as one of Deadpoolâs fingers traced along the print of your cock through your suit.Â
âRight now?â Deadpool asked, âto cum,â he said, giggling at his own joke, âbut after that, you can join my strike team,â he said, already sounding excited.Â
âWhat is that, a bowling league?â You asked.Â
Deadpool doubled over in laughter, his head hovering right over your crotch. âI like a man that can make me laugh,â he said, wiping away an imaginary tear over his mask. âYou better say yes to me fucking you because Iâm as hard as the bowling balls that weâre going to use in our strike team slash bowling league,â Dead said as he stood up.Â
âIâm sorry,â Wolverine interrupted, âwe?â He asked again.Â
âCâmon, Logan,â Deadpool said, turning to face the man, âyou were definitely looking at his ass when I sat him down in this chair before I tied him up.â
âI just,â Wolverineâ Logan cleared his throat before continuing, âdidnât want you to be too rough and break the chair,â he said, looking everywhere but except in the direction of the two of you.Â
âAww!â Deadpool cooed, âyou do care!â
The next seconds, minutes, or hours, honestly, you didnât know, went by in a blur you didnât remember. Almost like-
âAlmost like they didnât happen?â Deadpool asked, swatting at your bare ass, now seated in his lap, his cock buried deep inside you, âalmost like the writer didnât feel like adding a transition from where we were to where we are now?â
âWhat?â You asked. You tried to shake your head to clear away the confusion, and to try and shake off the heat blazing under your skin, but it didnât help, âwhere are we?â
âMy apartment,â Deadpool answered, holding your asscheeks open.Â
âHow-â
âShh,â Logan whispered, âjust relax,â he said into your ear, his hands on your hips, his body in the space of Deadpoolâs spread legs.Â
Relax for what? Deadpoolâs cock was already inside you. Your mind was too foggy from whatever had gotten on your skin to form a coherent thought, let alone voice it. Lucky for you, Logan answered your question by pressing the blunt head of his cock to your hole, right where Wade already had you stretched open.Â
âI canât,â you said, trying to move away, but that only got you deeper in Deadpoolâs arms.Â
âYou can,â Logan whispered into your ear before his cock plunged inside. And to your surprise, he was right. Whatever they did must have worked as your body opened up to them, making space for the both of their cocks.Â
âYou think they would give us the recipe for whatever the fuck they gave you was?â Deadpool asked with a groan as he fell back into the pillows on his bed.Â
âShut the fuck up, Wade,â Logan said, his voice rumbled behind you.Â
âWade?â You asked, your hands on his still clothed chest.Â
âWade Winston Wilson,â Wade responded, puffing out his chest with confidence.Â
âYour parents named you after the internet?â You asked, tracing a finger down the zipper on the front of his suit.Â
âI just got my cock inside you and Iâve already fucked you stupid,â Wade responded with a laugh.Â
âShut the fuck up,â Logan said, âboth of you,â he said, choosing for himself that you were adjusted and ready for not just his cock, but Wadeâs as well.
You wanted to open your mouth and ask why you were the one that was naked, but when Wade raised his hand to your lips, you instead took his gloved fingers into your mouth to mold your tongue around, not words.Â
You bit down into the material, your teeth leaving indents into whatever his gloves were made of. They tasted like salt from where they were on your skin as you moaned when Logan fucked back inside.Â
âReally gonna make me do all the work?â Logan asked under his breath, but you still both could hear. Which wasnât fair of him to ask and expect you to respond, especially as he picked up his pace and his cock hit your prostate, clearing any thought from your mind.Â
âYou look like you have a good handle on it,â Wade answered, the lower half of the head of his mask rising and falling as he panted.
Logan grumbled out something you couldnât understand before his teeth latched down onto the sweaty column of your neck, making you moan. The pain from his teeth sent a flare pleasure through your body, straight to your cock.Â
It gave a twitch, which unbeknownst to you was your cock spurting ropes of cum over Wadeâs chest. It took a second for your body to catch up, but once it did, your back arched as your cock continued to spurt messily across Wadeâs chest.Â
âFuck!â Wade moaned, his other hand moving to your hips to keep you still from Loganâs movements as you clenched on their cocks. âLogan, look what youâve done!âÂ
âItâs been a while, but Iâm pretty sure this is what you wanted to happen,â Logan responded after he pulled his mouth away from your neck, your skin now singing in pain.Â
âThis is going to ruin my suit,â Wade whimpered before whining at the stimulation to his cock.Â
âSorry,â you responded, your body shaking through the aftershocks.Â
âItâs not you, baby,â Wade cooed, the man rising to hold you against his chest, âLogan was too eager to get that weapon of his inside you to get our suits off,â he said, running his hands along your skin in comfort.Â
Logan sputtered out a response, his cock throbbing inside you, âyou were the one that-â
âNot now, Logan,â Wade interrupted, running a hand down your back, the action feeling possessive, âweâre a little busy, canât you tell?â He asked, a smirk evident just by the sound of his voice.Â
Logan growled, knocking Wadeâs hand away before the one went to your shoulder and the other to your hip. Pissed off, Logan started thrusting again at a fast pace, his cock moving in and out of your body.Â
Now past the aftershocks, their cocks provoked your prostate, the pleasure of it quickly making your grow hard again. From your shoulder, Loganâs hand moved to your neck to pull you back into a kiss. Logan kissed you slow and deep, like he was trying to show off what he could do because he wasnât wearing a mask that covered his entire face like Wade was.
âYou know all I have to do is lift up the bottom of my mask,â Deadpool said, his hips grinding up to get his cock deeper into your hole, like that was even possible, âbesides. I want our first kiss to be special: a movie about a masked anit-hero, then a candlelit dinner, and finally, wine dine sixty-â
âShut up, Wade!â You and Logan said in unison before your lips pressed together again, just to annoy the man even more.
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Welcome Home : ÌÌâ Oscar Piastri
summary: after success in hungary, oscar finally arrives back home to you, only to find you not quite as awake as you promised him that you would be
A small smile appeared on Oscarâs face as he walked through into your apartment, finding you curled up on the sofa. He couldnât help but admire you from afar, noticing your phone resting on your stomach, the television playing absentmindedly in the back ground.Â
As he got closer, Oscarâs smile shrunk slightly as he noticed the uncomfortable position that you were laying in. Your arm was hanging off the sofa, hand probably numb, he could see how hard you were working, even in your sleep, to stop yourself from rolling off the end of the sofa and onto the floor. As he knelt down beside you, Oscar faintly whispered your name, brushing his hand over the top of your head. Â
It took a moment for you to respond to what was happening around you, unsure if you were just dreaming the sound of Oscarâs voice. However, you soon knew you werenât dreaming as you stretched your uncomfortable body out and felt many of your muscles scream out in pain. Â
âSorry,â you whispered, running your hand over the front of your face as you noticed that Oscar was there beside you. âI meant to stay awake so that I could celebrate properly with you, itâs not quite the welcome home I imagined giving you.âÂ
Oscarâs head shook as you muttered another apology, left unsurprised that you had fallen asleep. He had messaged quite late on that he was getting a late flight out of Budapest to return home to you, and after his win, you promised that youâd be there to greet him when he walked back through the front door. Â
âI knew there was no chance that youâd stay awake anyway.âÂ
âI know, but I promised you Osc.âÂ
Oscar offered you a sympathetic smile as you spoke, moving your hair out of your face for you once again. âIt doesnât matter to me that you werenât awake when I got home, Iâm just glad to be home again and be back with you,â he tried his best to assure you.Â
âI canât believe youâre a race winner,â you hummed, turning your body so that you were facing Oscar. âAll those times weâve talked about it happening one day, and now that moment has come true.âÂ
âIt feels pretty cool,â Oscar proudly laughed, reaching behind him. Your eyes were glued on what his hand wrapped around, your smile turning up as you got your first glimpse of the trophy that you watched Oscar lift at the top of the podium hours before. Â
âIâm so proud of you,â you sleepily told him, trying your best to find a bit of energy, but your body let you down. All you could do was reach out and cup the side of Oscarâs face, brushing the pad of your thumb gently against Oscarâs cheek.Â
Despite your best attempts to convince Oscar that you were awake and ready to spend some time with him, he knew you much better. He could see the battle you were having with yourself to try and stay awake but after a long day of nerves and excitement from watching Oscar race, you were well and truly done for the day.Â
As soon as you met Oscarâs eyes you knew exactly what he was trying to tell you too. Words werenât needed between the two of you, you knew Oscar like the back of your hand and knew exactly what he was thinking too. âYou want me to go to bed, donât you?âÂ
âI know that youâre tired and that if you even try and tell me anything else that itâs a massive lie,â Oscar smugly told you, placing his hand over yours. âWe can catch up properly tomorrow and Iâll tell you all about how amazing today has been.âÂ
Your head nodded in agreement with Oscar, âI want to hear absolutely everything about today, I feel like Iâve missed out on so much not being able to be there for the first race that you win.âÂ
You were meant to be there, you were meant to be there to cheer for Oscar in the paddock and give him that hug as soon as he climbed out of the car. And then work decided to call. You were stranded, left with no choice but to stay behind in Monaco and just hope that you didnât miss out on too much.Â
And it was just your luck that you ended up missing out on more than you ever could have imagined. You knew Oscar was in for a good week, but you never imagined that illusive first win would be the one that youâd miss. Â
âCome on, Iâll treat you tonight,â Oscar smiled as he slowly stood himself up, placing his trophy on the coffee table in the centre of your living room before turning back to face you again.Â
Soon enough, one of Oscarâs hands had slid underneath your back, the other was draped across your shoulders, scooping you up and off of the sofa as if it was the easiest job in the world, pulling you in tightly to his chest to keep you secure in his arms. Â
âI got you,â he murmured as your head settled against his shoulder, allowing Oscar to carry you across the apartment, laying you down gently on your bed as soon as he was there, tucking the duvet over the top of your frame. Â
You turned inwards once you were settled, watching as Oscar stripped himself down to join you. He had a wide smile on his face as you pulled the duvet back to invite him in, nuzzling against his side as Oscar was there with you. Â
âThank you love,â Oscar grinned as it was your turn to tuck him in, moving his arm to wrap around your body and keep you as close to him as he possibly could. âIâm so glad to be back home with you.âÂ
You hummed as Oscar spoke, allowing your eyes to close. âIâm still sorry that I wasnât awake for you. Do you know how many hours I dreamt about leaping into your arms as soon as you crossed that finish line this afternoon?âÂ
âIt wouldâve been nice, but this is nice too,â Oscar sweetly argued, determined to not let you feel bad about falling asleep before he returned. âJust knowing that your proud of me is more than enough for me, thereâs nothing else that I need love.âÂ
âIâm always proud of you,â you very quickly noted, âbut I am quite looking forward to going into work and bragging about the fact that Iâm actually dating a grand prix winner now, theyâre all going to be so jealous.âÂ
Oscar couldnât help but chuckle as he listened, âare you happy for me or happy for the new status youâre going to have in the office tomorrow morning?âÂ
âOf course you...but bragging rights is a nice bonus to have as well.âÂ
Oscarâs eyes rolled as he rested his head on top of yours, âyou know my mum said the exact same thing about going back to Pilates now too.Â
You couldnât help but laugh too, âI saw some of her social media posts before I fell asleep, itâs so easy to see where you get your sense of humour from sometimes.âÂ
âDonât tell her that, itâll only make her even more embarrassing,â Oscar warned.Â
You both were in fits of giggles as sleep loomed over you both. Oscarâs adrenaline had finally left him, and for you, sleep had greeted you a long time ago, trying your best to fight it with the last remains of energy that you had.Â
It mightâve been the worst race that you couldâve possibly missed, but that didnât matter to Oscar. These were the moments that he enjoyed the most, that post race cuddle when he could remind himself just how lucky he was to have you cheering him on.Â
âSleep now,â Oscar instructed as he felt your body relax in his hold, âthe sun will be rising soon.âÂ
You hummed in acknowledgement, âI think I might be a little too excited now to have you home to fall asleep.âÂ
âI can always sing to you,â Oscar offered, feeling your hand hit down against his chest. Â
You screwed your eyes as tightly shut as you could, âif thereâs one thing that I donât need to help me fall asleep, itâs definitely that.âÂ
âI thought youâd say that,â he whispered, âgoodnight sweetheart, I love you.âÂ
âI love you too Osc, congratulations again.âÂ
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