#and as the cherry on top it is that wonderful time of month where I pee out my uterus

[thepixelelf]

Oh Baby, You Part 50 - Cherry

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Idly, you watch the digital, red numbers above the elevator go up one by one. You’ve sometimes wondered if Mingyu hates the chairman’s office, considering its spot on the very top floor, and his genuine fear of heights. Then again, the building is an entirely closed space— he’s more of a bungee jumping scaredy cat than an Empire State Building one. 

You look down at the container of cookies you brought. They’re not his favourite, since you didn’t have all the ingredients for that, but you hope they’ll do. Before Mingyu’s complete integration into chairmanship, you used to bake together all the time. You know he’s better than you, (always has been,) but ever since that time you ended up in a baking summer camp together all those years ago, he’s insisted your cookies are the best.

Of course you know he’s being nice, but that’s just another great thing about Mingyu.

You’re wearing a mask over the lower half of your face, and Jeonghan said there’d be no one around to see you. Still, you walk through the halls with your head lowered and only lift it when you come upon Jeonghan’s desk.

He eyes the container. “You sure about this? I’m not even supposed to be going in there right now.”

“Don’t worry,” you say with a smile he can only see in your eyes. “If he’s truly upset, I’ll just leave him the cookies and go. But I promise I’ll try some other time to get you the vacation days you deserve, okay?”

“It’s really not that important…”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you head towards Mingyu’s office. “Whatever you say, Jeonghan.”

You pull on the thick metal handle of the door without knocking, and as soon as you walk in, Mingyu speaks without moving his eyes from his computer screen. “Not right now, Jeonghan. Just tell whoever needs me to—”

“Hey, stranger.”

His face immediately lights up upon seeing you, and you pull down your mask with a smile. Yeah. There’s your best friend.

“Sunshine!” Mingyu pushes himself to standing and quickly rounds his desk to pull you into a hug. “What are you doing here?” He retracts a bit to look at your face in obvious confusion. “I thought you and Jeonghan agreed we shouldn’t meet up here because of… you know.”

You step back and hold out the plastic container of cookies between you. “About Jeonghan…”

Sighing, Mingyu lets you put them in his hands. “Please tell me this isn’t about the whole ‘vacation’ thing… You know I can’t, Sunshine.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just not how things are done.”

“‘How things are done’? Mingyu, you’re the chairman. If there’s anyone who can change the way things are done, it’s you. Especially for someone who’s spent a good third of your life doing his best to help you.” 

He sets the cookies down behind him and takes one of your hands, letting your joined fingers dangle between you as he leans back onto the edge of his desk. “Look, I’d love to give Jeonghan some time off. I really would, but we’re in the middle of a lot right now—”

“You’re always in the middle of something here.”

“—and,” he continues, countering your little dig with a wry smile, “I as much as I wish I could give everyone here time off, I’d need time to find a suitable person to fill Jeonghan’s position while he’s gone. That’s where the four months come in.”

You tilt your head, trying to summon those eyes that Mingyu would say he can never refuse. The problem is, you’ve never really been in control of whatever expression it is that he sees. “Surely you could find someone in less time than that.”

He chuckles. “I don’t know if you understand how good Jeonghan is at his job.”

“I have a pretty good idea,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

Mingyu glances at the door, and you turn to it as well, but nothing happens. “Speaking of,” he says quietly, returning your attention to him. “Where is Orion? With Soonyoung?”

“Actually, he’s at a daycare for a—”

“A daycare? Jeonghan didn’t tell me he arranged anything.”

You blink. “Well that would be because he didn’t. I set it—”

“What? Why?”

Pausing for a moment, you make yourself remember that this is exactly the thing you, Mingyu, and Jeonghan are always worried about. Oftentimes, you the most. Having some stranger spend just enough time with Orion to see his resemblance to Mingyu.

“Orion will be preschool age within this next year, so I thought maybe I’d transition to some in-person classes while he attends. The daycare would be for emergencies, or things like weekend exams, or…”

Or when you don’t want to burden your only friends for the rest of Orion’s younger years. 

Mingyu rounds his desk again and bends over in front of his computer. “What’s the name of this place?”

“Dream Daycare. It’s near—”

“You know that was careless, right? You should’ve asked Jeonghan or I to—”

“I looked into it. I went over like six places before—”

“Jeonghan would’ve—”

“He has enough on his plate—”

“—taken care of—”

“Mingyu!” Your raised voice manages to shut him up, but he only meets your eyes for a second before he goes back to his computer screen, investigating the daycare’s website. “I did the research. They had no idea who I was — not that anyone really does, since Jeonghan’s done such a good job keeping me anonymous thus far — and seeing as the place is mostly run by some sweet old ladies, they probably have no idea who you are, either.”

He sighs out through his nose. “Are they good?”

“What?”

“Good caretakers,” he clarifies, and you see the genuine worry in his eyes now.

Of course. You should’ve known that the revelation Orion’s true identity wasn’t Mingyu’s primary concern; his safety is.

Exhaling, you try to give Mingyu a reassuring smile. “Yes, Mingyu. They’re excellent. I only chose the place I thought was the best, safest, and kindest for him. He’s my son, after all.”

It’s small.

It’s so small, so short that you almost don’t see it, hear it. Almost miss it entirely.

But you’re certain that Mingyu… scoffs before he says, “Is he?”

For more than a few seconds, you’re frozen. Just slightly, your mouth parts, but you can’t seem to find the right words. Did you even hear him right?

“What… What is that supposed to mean?”

He shakes his head, still scrolling. “Nothing.”

“No,” you rebut. “No, tell me what you meant by that.”

“It’s really nothing.” Straightening himself up, Mingyu fixes you with an uneasy look. You just stand there, cross your arms, and wait for him to cave. It only takes a few seconds. “It’s just, with you telling everyone…”

You let out an affronted sound. “I did not tell everyone. And for that matter, it wasn’t exactly my choice to tell anyone anything at all.”

“Look, forget it. Just pretend I never—”

“But what does any of that have to do with Orion being my son?”

Mingyu takes in a deep breath, his hand coming up to his tie like he wants to wrench it loose, but he only fidgets with it. He looks away, then meets your eyes again. “With this many people knowing he’s not your son—”

“But he is! He is my son, Mingyu. And I am good at taking care of my son.”

It’s too hot in this room. Mingyu’s shoulders rise and fall with another sigh, and for some reason, you can’t stand the look in his eyes.

“I need a breather.” By the time the words come out, you’re already turning and walking towards the door of his office. “Don’t follow me,” you tell him, only because you know your best friend would.

Jeonghan stands up when you shove the door open and storm past his desk, a mix of concern and shock on his face. You must look as upset as you feel.

“I just need a second,” you say, and so he just watches you as you walk off, his mouth opening and closing, but no words coming out.

You have no clue where you’re going, but you think you had the right idea when you made that excuse to leave Mingyu’s office, so you look around for some sort of outdoor exit. A balcony, or something similar. Eventually, you find a staircase, which leads to what looks like a small terrace of sorts.

Only, when you pull the door open and breath in the cool, fresh air, you turn to the right and see someone leaning against the railing. His distant silhouette isn’t the most familiar, and he’s facing away from you, but considering this place, and the only people you know in it…

“Mr Choi?”

He turns, a white stick poking from his lips.

“I’m sorry,” you say, apologizing for interrupting what must be his precious alone time. Still, you really don’t want to go back inside yet. “I…” Your feet pull you a couple hesitant steps toward him. “...didn’t know you smoked.”

While his eyes focus in recognition, Seungcheol’s hand rises to pull the stick from his mouth. The motion reveals the head of a bright red, spherical lollipop. 

“Oh. That’s…” You want to say out of character, but you trail off. If you think about it, there isn’t much you know about Choi Seungcheol. “Sorry for assuming. I just wasn’t expecting…”

He says nothing for a little bit, just looking at you as you approach. His eyes seem to study you, and you resist the urge to squirm. When you settle next to him, resting your arms on the railing like he is and keeping your gaze on the cityscape, he finally looks away from you and peers at the lollipop instead.

“...I bought them for him,” he says.

You turn your head, squinting in the bright sunlight. “Who?”

“Your son.”

It’s a weird confession, to be sure, but he can’t know the way those two words affect you in that moment. That’s right. Orion is your son.

“But,” Seungcheol continues, unaware of the reason you needed the fresh air in the first place. He lets out a deprecating huff of a laugh, his head dropping for a second before he faces you again. The lollipop gets brought back up, and he taps it twice against his smiling teeth. “I might’ve gotten myself addicted.”

You can’t help it. You laugh.

Turning again to the skyline, your fold your arms on the railing and drop your chin to rest on them with a sigh. What a beautiful day.

Tap, tap.

You look at your elbow, where Seungcheol pokes a wrapped lollipop. Cherry. Your gaze rises to meet his.

“Something’s wrong,” he says simply, holding the candy out closer to you, silent but insistent.

Maybe he isn’t so unaware after all.

Wordlessly, you take the lollipop with a shy nod and a smile.

You don’t know why, but as soon as you close your mouth around the sweet, artificial cherry flavoured candy, the tears start to form. You hate that it’s now, with one of the very dangerous people to be vulnerable in front of, but you can’t seem to stop the blazing heat in the corners of your eyes. You don’t sob — don’t let yourself — but the tears fall despite your resolve.

It’s irrational, you understand, to be this upset. But it’s hard to believe yourself to be a good parent when you start doubting whether you’re a parent at all.

“Would you…” Seungcheol’s wary voice returns your attention to him. “...like to leave?”

You let out a laugh, embarrassed. He must be uncomfortable. “I probably should.”

As you push yourself off the railing, though, Seungcheol does the same. “Alright,” he says, then takes your hand, and you realize as he leads you back inside and through the building all the way to the ground floor: he’s not wary of you, but for you. “Let’s go, then. Somewhere nicer.”

For some unknown reason, you just swallow down all your trepidation, gently take your hand back, say, “Okay.”

And follow.

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[kaizynofsickness]

Choso x reader... Breathe, Just breathe

Choso x reader~Breathe, just breathe~

Synopsis: Basically virgin experience. You have been dating Choso for 6 months and the topic about sex has been in the air for a while, so now it comes to action and he's... Huge.

WARNINGS: Really gentle sex, big dick Choso (7.2 painful inches and he is thick), pet names (sweetheart, baby, princess, love), popped cherry and some blood on dick, natural virginity loss themes, tears of pleasure, Choso's insanely hard and it's mentioned a lot, foreplay, slight size kink I guess, unprotected sex, mentions of toys (none used), mentions if touching yourself (in the past, none happened), 'rubbing', Reader squirts but she never has before, praising, soft Dom! Choso, sweet talk, pillow talk.

Songs that match: Streets (Silhouette Remix) by Dojo Cat

Angels in Tibet by Amaarae

You've been dating Choso for a few months now, 6 months to be exact. He's a quiet and loyal lover, he also has his goofy side that mixes girlfriend and best friend vibes. But there's been a little bit of tension in the air about the topic to carry the relationship out more... Sex. You love those intimate moments with him and the thought has crossed your mind often. It's just... You never had sex. You don't know about Choso (he hasn't), but they say the quiet ones have the best dick... And maybe you could find out..?

But little did you know your 'innocent' boyfriend was thinking about it even more than you. Every time he kisses you and gets a taste, he wonders how you taste in your pussy. He ponders how wet you can get from a simple loving touch... How loud he can make you, how messy it'll get? The scenarios make his pants tighten... If needed, he'll take the time out of his day to learn how to really please you until you're on cloud 9, dying from pleasure and a sloppy mess... Or maybe do you want him to drown in between your legs? Do you want to be on top of him? God, he overcomplicates it.

"Just fuck her..." Choso talks to himself and lets his hair fall out of his ponytail as he runs his fingers through it. He stares down at his hard on... This is all because of you, the thought of you. It's been so long he's been thinking about it. He grabs his phone and calls you up. He'll make that first move...

Choso's heart strings and paces when he hears the dial ringing... Then your voice greeting him with a 'hello?'

"Hey, sweetheart." Choso casually answers you, subconsciously putting a fist on his straining clothed dick. "Can you come over to my place?" He gets to the point. "Hm, why?" Your voice reaches over the other line. Choso gulps...

'To fuck you in ways you couldn't imagine. I want to see your face when you can't breathe right and when the pleasure is sickening...' how bad he wishes to tell you all of that... "I want to see you, love." Choso half lies. He hears your soft voice giggle mockingly. "Okay, fine. I'll be there in 10." The line clicks. Choso finally lets out a breath... He swears he forgot to breathe. Choso normally can call you with no problem, actually, sleepy calls are one of his many favorite things to do with you. He just hopes you couldn't hear the stress in his voice or the sound of his fiddling with the fabric on his groin. He looks down again only to see it's grown and God, doesn't it hurt.

Ten minutes and you'll be here. Choso looks around his room, his bed is made and things out where they need to be, nothing out of place on the floor. It should be comfortable for you as much as it should be for him, you'll most likely be the one bleeding when he breaks your hymen... Shit, right, he'll hurt you either way no matter how gentle and sweet he is. Plus his big dick and then his boner and him being a grower. It would be any woman's dream, but not a virgins... Maybe he'll use these ten minutes to get rid of his boner. But he wants to save it for you. He ignores the pain and goes to wait outside his room for you...

When he hears a knock, his dick seems to gather all the attention once again. Lucky him he's wearing loose clothes or else it would be so noticeable. He walks over and opens the door--- "Hey, Cho." You stand on your hip wearing a baggy foggy blue T shirt and black tights with yellow and blue stars placed on your thighs and your calf with matching blue shoes with your shirt. You look so fucking cute in such a well thought outfit yet he still wants to rip it off of you. "C'mon, Y/N." He grabs your wrist and slides his fingers down to your hand, interlocking touch. He leads you to his room. You stupidly and cluelessly follow him with a chirpy smile. "Are we going to watch TV or something? All you really wanted was to see me so..." You ask and take a seat on the edge of his bed, resting your elbows on your thighs while glancing at him... *Shutting and locking* the door. He takes a while to answer your question, looking a little blushful. "Y-yeah... Pick one, baby." He turns to you with a sweet reassuring smile. You grab his remote and turn the TV on, going on Cinema and scrolling down. Choso sits next to you, obviously keeping a 6 inch distance from you. You easily notice it, side eyeing him as he sits so stiff. You shuffle near him, leaning on his shoulder. Choso jolts and looks over to you, your face so close to his and your lips looking so damn kissable. He hides it with an awkward chuckle and firmly rubs on your back. You pick the popular movie, Human Earthworm 4, a classic splatter horror movie. Choso rolls his eyes at your movie choice. "Lemme see it, baby." He reaches your hand with his only to be swatted away. "I wanna see this..." You give him a pouty face.

That made him even harder. His eyes lock on yours pathetically and he squeezes the fabric of his pants. Your eyes roll up to look at his with your lips out in an adorable pout. Shit, could you make that face while getting stuffed with cock? He looks away and moves his hands from the remote, allowing you to see whatever. You make a little happy sound before turning the movie back on.

"AHHHH!" Screams emit from the TV. Blood splatters everywhere and guts pour while the man begins to tear the victim's mouth. You yawn on Choso shoulder before nuzzling closer. "You're warm... Can I get on top of you? I wanna sit in your lap." You give him a hopeful stare.

"Uh-" God, you look so cute with a begging face. Why does tonight must he turn everything holy to something sexual? And for you to sit on his lap, on his crotch, his painful hard dick... It would cause him to flip you and give it all to you right then and there.

He takes too long to answer and you climb into his lap and snuggle---

Something pokes you. You jolt up. A hard as rock texture right under your ass, almost near your hole. You look down to see if it was the remote. "H-holy shit, Cho..." You give him a hot and sweaty stare with a face flushed red and a crooked, shocked smile. Choso grumbles, looking down at where you're sitting. "Uh..." You never seen him hard before.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry but... Damn I couldn't stop thinking about you and... Shit, I seem like some perv, huh?" He awkwardly laughs, ruffling his hair and ruining his two ponytails, one coming undone. You swallow hard, unable to say anything. "A-about me...?" You manage to say.

Through the TV and its screams and bloody sounds with the colors lighting up the dimly lit bedroom, all you can hear is Choso's unhinged breathing and see his worried face. "Yes... I was thinking of..." He paused, trying to find the words to sugarcoat it. "Damn it. I just wanted to have sex with you. It's been a hard topic to bring up." He says through his teeth. You blink stupidly and glare at his face to his ever so hard dick and back to his red face. You abruptly let out a breathy laugh and squirm a bit. "I don't mind you taking my first..." You say in your hand, getting all flustered. Even with the horror show playing, it feels so hot and romantic. In pure shock he looks up at your face, all red, matching his. "Are you sure..? Because right after I get your consent I'm undressing you and pressing you down." He grabs your hands and cups them, giving you a serious stare. "Yes--"

Choso wasn't joking, because from then he placed you off his lap and onto the mattress on a pillow and began to take his shirt off. You watch as his muscular complex unfolds before you. You've seen it so many times before, but it wasn't as hot as it is now and the TV's red glow illuminating the room gives it such a sexual vibe. You shudder at the sight. Choso's hands tug at your waist line before sliding your pants off. "I'm going to ask again... And as a warning... I'm... Pretty big." He caresses your thigh and rubs live circles. "I'm sure I can take it..." You rub your hand and swiftly move your fingers through his hair and purposely undo his other ponytail, his soft and silky black hair falling down to his shoulders. He hums in response, "I... don't think so." He still removes your pants and shaky removes your panties.

Out of instinct, you pull your baggy foggy blue T shirt down and cover your pussy and squeeze your thighs together. Choso looks a little worried that you covered yourself and also because he wanted to admire your body. "Love... We need to remove your shirt unless you want it on?" His frame hovers over yours, his legs straddled around yours. You look up at him with a worried glance. God, he looks so hot like that. Glaring down at you with his long hair, his bare chest and pants dangerously low on his hips.

To show you're okay and comfortable, you lift your shirt off and unclip your bra, tossing it to the side. Choso's eyes roam all over your nude body and his boner grows. "Fuck..." He curses under his breath. He needs to be inside... Now. But he takes his time and slides a finger in between your legs, earning a small 'eep' from you in the process. You slowly open your legs wider to let him inside. He rubs on your clit and moves to find your cunt. Slowly, his middle finger goes it. That's when he realizes how tight you are. You're going to need some mad stretching... You wrap your arms around his back as he leans closer to you and plants feather kisses on your neck. You mutter something out while his finger pushes in deeper. He gently runs it in and out before pressing it in and curling his fingers. Soon, he adds his ring finger in and gets you all wet.

Of course, you had your fingers inside yourself before but yours aren't as long and as thick as his. And the way he is so gentle with it makes you all whiney.

Choso gets rougher with your before trying harder to please you. "C...Cho." You whimper in his ear. It takes every fiber in his being not to put in his dick. You say you can handle it, you claim with a little smirk. As if. A whole 7.2 inches long and a width of 2 inches... And he's a grower, so God knows what he is right now, and let's hope for your sake it's not even an inch. "What is it, baby?" He looks into your glossy eyes. "What's wrong...?" He rubs your cheeks. "I can take it... No n-need to restrain yourself." You claim. Choso shakes his head and plunges his fingers in deeper to silence you. "Not yet, princess... Be patient. You're still so tight and it won't work-" he tries his best to clarify that to you. You pout at him. Choso presses his lips onto yours and melts you with his tongue kiss. You moan into his mouth and whine. He pulls apart and a small strand of saliva hangs beside he does down again to lick your lips and enjoying your flavor all while thrusting his fingers and curling them inside your wet walls. You close your eyes in bliss and focus on the pleasure. You open them to see his hot body with the TV'S flashing blue and yellow to red lights on him through half lidded eyes. Who knew he could look so damn majestic while being so filthy? He begins to go rougher on you, your wetness seeping out. You moan helplessly, in such ecstasy as his fingers work magic in you. "Ngh... C-Choso, I--- shit~" your eyes roll in the back of your head, the pleasure chasing you. It gets all fuzzy and you just succumb willingly, knowing you're safe in his hands. He smirks at your state and goes down to bite the flesh near your neck and trail wet kisses down your neck to your chest. His thumb sneakily finds its place to message your clit. Your breath hitches-- "Sh, baby... I got it."

No way it's his first time. He's multitasking like he's done this before, like he has bodies on bodies of women and maybe even men... He's doing way too well for someone's first time. But the truth is, he just spent time learning how to please you and he's doing what he thinks is right.

You arch you back when the familiar feeling (because you to please yourself) builds up and makes your heart pound in your ears. But then the pleasure shifts to an overwhelmingly stuffed feeling... It feels so different to you. "Somethings... Happening..." You squeak out weakly. But Choso doesn't stop, matter of fact, he goes harder, the lewd sounds echoing. "Choso~" you try to warn and move his hands away but he grabs your hand and interlocks your finger, pressing it above your head. Your voice gets louder and your sweet moans drown out the TV. You cum on his fingers for the first time, yet it comes out different. It almost gushes and it's a huge mess.

It felt so different ...

Choso smirks at his work before kissing you breathless. His fingers slowly go out, your slick connecting with his fingers before he breaks it, pulling away. "What did I just do?" You question hazily as if Choso knows. "You had an orgasm. I'm sure that's not your first one..."

"N-no, but it was so intense and--!"

Choso cuts off your rambling and kisses you sweetly. "Did you feel good?" He asks you lowly in such a sexy tone. You pause before timidly nodding. "Then that's all that matters..."

Finally, he presses you on your back and puts your knees near your head. He unties the knot in his pants before pulling his dick out. Your eyes widen and the shear size. He's... He's fucking unrealistically big. At least to a virgin who never saw this in real life, in front of her face. Choso looks at your face with worry. "I'll be easy on you, okay? Besides, you said you can take it all..." He positions his dick head to your wet cunt. "I didn't think you'd be s-so damn big...!"

His tip pushes inside you, the thickness stretching you out more than his two fingers did. Thanks to his careful prepping, it goes in much easier than imagined. "Ah... Gosh, you feel better than I imagined..." he grits his teeth. "So tight still..." He grunts. You cry out and claw at his back, feeling tears build up. Choso quickly goes to rub the tear and kiss some stray ones away and to your quivering lips. "I got you..." He whispers to you. Only 3 inches in and it begins to hurt. "Cho...so... N-no more..." You whimper and squirm around his size. "S' big..." Your eyes water. "One more? A little bit more, kay? I won't put it all in, just a bit..." He condolences you while his hand grabs your neck. Yet the way his hand wraps around your neck doesn't feel threatening or in a sadistic way, he doesn't put any pressure at all. He just holds your neck and rubs. You nod and give him consent... He pushes a little more in before stopping. 4 inches in completely, yet you still have 3, almost 4 more to go. And it almost hurts you. "Adjust, baby. Get comfortable." He speaks firmly.

"I'm f-fine..." You hic with lazy eyes staring at him, tears daring to come out. Choso takes his thumb and smears a tear away. "Mmh... You're so warm around me." His eyes go half lidded and hazy, taking long blinks. You can feel him subconsciously putting more inches in you while he thrusts out. The slow way he does it and rolls his hips, buckling them to yours before pulling out and shoving it back in. It sends a pleasing pain to you. "Oh, s' much... Inches!" You squeal out and toss your head to the side, drool pooling out the corner of your soft lips. Now 6 inches are in you. You're full of cock and it makes you sick off of it. "Can I put the last bit in, princess?" He asks you, his lips dangerously close to your. "Yes..." All of it is in, the base of his dick touching your wetness. He pulls it all out and sees blood... He popped your cherry, your hymen is broken. "Do you feel okay?" The blood causes him to question. You look at him with lustful eyes with a weak pleased smile. "I... Feel different." You exhale sexily. Choso smirks before pushing his dick back in with some ease. The full feeling spreads again. He begins to move in the same previous motion, his hips rolling and his dick pressing on your G-spot. Your breath stalls from the full feeling. You scream out, moans echoing around and fitting the mood. Your eyes water and chest rises before abruptly stopping. You breath hitches from when the full length comes back in, so much inches of cock killing your insides, more blood getting on it. His hot and sweaty hand moves away from your neck and rests on your chest. "Breathe, just breathe..." He coaxes you. You try your hardest, but you've never been so damn full before. His hard dick glides in at a faster pace, you cunt loosening and making him feel so good. He moans out and lowers his head, black hair strands hanging while he goes rougher... Soon, he's pounding in you, the sound of skin to skin hitting being so loud your moans almost drown out. You grips onto his back for support and tears stream, yet even in such a horny state, Choso kisses the salty water away and rubs on your thighs before giving your hand a loving firm squeeze. All of this shows just how much he lives you and he's trying to make you feel as good as he can. You gasp out when he pounds balls deep, the pleasure becoming too much. "Choso--"

"Breathe baby, it's f-fine---fuck---you're okay~" he tries to keep in all of his bottom moans. You mewl helplessly and feel that same overstock orgasm... Your nails begin to cut a thin layer of skin on his back when the feeling rises. "shit, i-its coming, im---" you squirt uncontrollably, clear liquid flowing out. Choso fucks you through it, loving how you twitch around him and squeeze. It causes his orgasm to creep around. What he has been waiting for, he saved it for you because he wanted to cum for you and only you. Choso thrusts into you like a hungry man and pulls out right when the white cum whips out, seed falling on your stomach and some in between your shaky warm thighs.

You both pant heavily as the after glow. Choso takes his time to admire the mess in front of you, your hair is messy, your body has his cum on display, your cum and how it drenched the sheets and his pants, the way your chest rises and falls, you glistening pussy. He snaps out his trance when your eyes lock on his. "Cho...?" You breathe heavily, still trying to collect air. "Yeah, sweetheart?" He leans over you and wipes some staining tears on your face. "C-can we take a bath together?"

How could he say no?

He took you to the bathroom, he placed you in the warm water with him. In the shower, he simply couldn't keep his hands off you, offering to help bathe you knowing damn well he was asking just to feel all over you again. He kept kissing you whenever you were distracted and loved to lick over the hickeys he left all over your neck and get firm grips on your breast, nibble on your ear, grind on you. It was like he was still so horny and needy for you. But your fucked out, cumming twice was so overstimulating, and that wasn't even a regular orgasm that happens when you play with yourself.

He stayed in the bed with you, having you wrapped in his arms as he whispered to you. "Did I do well?" He constantly asks. "Yes, for the 29th time. Are we going to make it 30?" You playfully roll your eyes. Choso fleecy chuckles and snugs you closer. "I just like the affirmation." He says into the crook of your neck. "Because I'll tell you over and over again how amazing you did for me..." His voice lowers and goes straight to your heart. You scoff and look down at his deep purple eyes that shimmer for your affection. "I didn't even do anything..." You grumble, getting redder at the second. "You made me cum and got me ever so hard plus let me take your virginity."

"That's what you do in sex, Cho..." You run your fingers through his hair (you do it so much it's like second nature). Choso sighs heavily and looks at your sleepy eyes. "I know... But seems like what you didn't know about the after affects of sex. You're getting sleepy." He brushes his finger over your red nose, turning redder. You mumble into his chest . "Sh..."

He rumbles a laugh and kisses the top of your forehead and gets into a comfy position with your legs straddled around him. "Rest well, princess..."

✨Ze End✨

#choso kamo #kamo choso #choso smut #choso x reader #kamo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #virginity loss #loss of virginity #I want to ride him so bad

[repulsiveliquidation]

Time Consuming

Bottom! Alexia Putellas x Switch! Leah Williamson x Top! Reader

warnings: nothing, i think. it's smut. have fun.

word count : 3.7k, enjoy.

The grocery store was mad around Christmas time, people were swarming the shelves and grabbing whatever they could. You were in the baking section, grabbing bags of fruit for your family fruitcake recipe that you had planned to make that night. You were big on Christmas traditions; since you, Ale and Leah were heading back to England for Christmas you wanted to make the cake which was your father’s favorite. Leah had flown over just before the break, insisting that Christmas Eve was at her parents’ house, you couldn’t show up empty handed, especially when Amanda had specifically requested your fruitcake. New Years was going to be in Spain with Ale’s family, again, you couldn’t show up empty handed. Everyone loved your grandmothers recipe, one that she passed only to you before she retired from making it. You cherished it deeply, locking it away for safe keeping the rest of the year.

Grabbing a pack of pitted cherries, your phone rang. Smiling at the caller ID, you picked up.

“Hello Leah.”

“Baby! What time will you be home?”

“I figure a couple hours still. Why?”

“No reason, Ale was just wondering. Okay, we’ll stop bothering you. Love you, bye!” Click.

Your eyes narrowed as you put the phone back into your pocket. She was overly enthusiastic about you being a couple hours still, normally she whined and complained while urging you to hurry. Wanting to enjoy shopping for once, you ignored it and went back to searching for those candied gingers that you can never find every year.

//

“She’ll be a few hours at least, Ale.” Leah says, walking back into the kitchen of yours and Ale’s shared apartment. The three of you made it back and forth between Barcelona and London, Leah often making the two-hour flight to Barcelona where you and Ale played since she was still out with her ACL.

“Mm, that’s good. She won’t catch us then.”

“Are you sure about this, Ale? You know she said we can’t do it without her.”

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Come on, it’s been days since Y/N and I last fucked,” Alexia pouts, knowing her rare puppy eyes worked best on Leah.

“Please Leah, you haven’t fucked me in a month and I miss your cock,” Alexia whined, hand reaching out for the natural blonde. Leah sauntered over, clearly already affected by the Catalan’s words. She takes Ale’s hand, pulling her away from the kitchen island. Alexia towered over her a little but she maintained her hard gaze.

“Strip, baby,” she instructed, smirking as Alexia immediately obeyed. Leah closed her eyes and reveled in the power, power that you regularly held and controlled with an iron fist. You rarely allowed her to have even an ounce of control, even more so when you met each other after being separated for weeks at a time. By then, all she wanted was her girlfriends to pull her apart and make her boneless. Alexia had been teasing her the whole day, knowing that you had errands to run and were likely going to be out the whole day; she knew what shopping around Christmas was like in Spain.

Leah opened her eyes to see Alexia already on her knees with her hands neatly in her lap. She cheekily smiled up at Leah, hazel eyes glossed over with lust. Leah leaned down and kissed her, cupping her cheek tenderly.

“Wait here, do not move.”

“Okay.”

Leah pecked her nose before walking into the bedroom. She pulled open your sex drawer, pulling out the one harness she had over here. She pulled her own clothes off and slid the harness on, grabbing the little bottle of lube before heading back out to the kitchen to find Alexia had not moved even a hair. Leah smiled, slowly walking over to her. Alexia licked her lips, looking up at the England captain. Leah tucked a stray lock of hair away from Alexia’s face, leaning in just enough that Alexia could barely touch her.

“What do you want, slut?”

Alexia whined. “Want your cock, Leah,” she whispered, words barely audible.

“I didn’t hear you, princess.”

“I want your cock Leah, please,” she whined again, bottom lip between her teeth.

“Good girl. Are you going to be a good girl, Ale? A good girl like you are for Y/N?”

Alexia nods, eyes locked onto Leah’s yet she doesn’t see the smack coming. Smack.

“Words, whore.”  

“Yes Leah. I’ll be good.”

“Mm, my perfect girl. Now, suck.”

Leah shoves her cock into Alexia’s mouth, thrusting slowly. Alexia’s hands gripped Leah’s thighs to steady herself, bobbing her head enthusiastically. Leah threw her head back, hips thrusting forward into the Catalan’s mouth. Alexia gagged loudly, Leah looking down at her immediately as she pulled away. Her hands cupped Alexia’s face as hers held worry, Alexia seemed more turned on by the fact. She bit her lip and surged forwards, taking in her cock again to suck on harder. Saliva pooled at the base, turning the appendage into a sopping mess. Leah was back to thrusting into her filthy mouth, panting as she felt her pussy throbbing at the unusual sight of the Barça captain on her knees willingly sucking on her cock. Boy the power trip that she was having now was other worldly, a large grin plastered on her face.

Leah wrenched Alexia off her cock and kissed her, lips smacking against one another lewdly. Alexia nearly faints when Leah grabs her thighs and manhandles her into her arms. Leah saunters over to the couch easily, sitting herself down with Alexia in her lap. Her rough hands caress the Spaniards thighs, cock poking Alexia’s inner thighs.

“Wanna watch you ride my cock, Capitana.”

Alexia grinned, grabbing Leah’s face and kissing her. She ground down on Leah’s thigh for a bit, face pulled away from Leah’s lips and tucked into her neck. She took a deep breath, body sinking into Leah’s hold more as she inhaled her lovers scent.

“I didn’t say you could do that, Alexia.”

Her head shot up, a look of shame on her face. Leah called her Ale, not Alexia. Alexia was for when she was in trouble. Alexia didn’t want to be in trouble. She wanted sexual bliss.

“I said ride my cock, not my thigh like a cheap slut.”   

Alexia’s eyes immediately welled with tears, clearly affected by Leah’s words. She mumbled an apology, hands grasping Leah’s shoulders as she tried to get herself to ride her cock. Leah tutted, grabbing Alexia’s hips.

“Here, I’ll hold it for you. Easy now.”

Alexia slowly slid down on Leah’s cock, letting out a soft sigh as it filled her aching pussy. She felt the stretch, biting her bottom lip as she slowly took in more and more of Leah’s cock. She bottomed out, looking up at Leah for praise. Leah spanked her ass hard, hands grabbing the meaty flesh of her behind. Alexia yelped, hips pushing forward in an unintentional grind. The tip grazed her sweet spot nicely, sending shockwaves through her body. She gasped, immediately tucking her blushing face in Leah’s neck as she began to ride her cock.

She had a tight grip on the back of the couch, using it as leverage to bounce on Leah’s cock. Leah watched with amusement, hands caressing Alexia’s muscular thighs. She slapped her ass hard again, taking her by surprise. Alexia quietly began to sob in pleasure, tears wetting the junction of Leah’s neck.

Leah’s hands pulled Alexia’s face from her neck, cupping her wet cheeks as Alexia kept riding her cock.

“Why the tears, baby girl?” Leah asked, genuinely concerned.

“Just…feels so good but tired,” Alexia slurred, bouncing much slower now. She whined and huffed, getting tired.

“Do you want me to fuck you good and proper then?” Leah cooed softly, hands caressing over Alexia’s ass and hips. It sent a shiver up her spine.

“Yes please Leah…”

Leah immediately maneuvers Alexia onto the other side of the couch, limbs sprawled all over the L-shaped futon. Her cock never slips out an inch, buried deep in Alexia’s pussy. Leah wiped Alexia’s tears away, grinning down at her girlfriend.

“Ready?”

“¡Sí!” Alexia exclaims enthusiastically, making Leah chuckle before pressing her legs back open. She begins to thrust, hips pounding roughly into Alexia’s squelching core. Alexia screams, back arching off the couch in pleasure. She grabs a pillow to hold onto, knuckles going white with how hard she was holding on. Leah’s ego grew exponentially, a cocky grin spreading on her face as she wrecked Alexia.

“P-Please, I’m so close!” Alexia cried out, eyes locking onto Leah’s hooded blue ones. Leah’s fingers found themselves between Alexia’s legs, rubbing rough circles over her clit. Alexia let out a choked cry, legs flailing about as she neared her peak. Leah was close too, her breaths becoming more and more labored with each thrust. She chanted Alexia’s name, lips praising her and showering her with compliments. It barreled both of them closer to their orgasms, their cries for each other’s names becoming more and more high-pitched and whiny. Leah’s hips stuttered and Alexia couldn’t keep up on her own. The coils in their stomachs were just about to unravel when a booming voice came from the kitchen, making them freeze and stare at each other with fear.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

You walked into the apartment, calling out for the girls when you heard loud moaning. You scoffed and trudged into the kitchen, putting the bags of groceries on the island. You found the source of the slutty moans, the sight of both your girlfriends fucking on the futon you just had cleaned pissed you off. You had only been gone for about 3 hours, hoping to come home to two girlfriends who wanted to help you bake and relax. Instead you’re met with the two of them fucking like rabbits.

“Come here, the both of you. Now.”  

They scramble towards you, standing in front of you in shame. They keep their heads hung low, hands behind their backs. Boy were they in trouble now.

“Whose idea was it?” you ask in a calm tone, one that sent shivers down both of their spines. They were REALLY in trouble this time.

“Mine,” Alexia easily confessed, looking at you with teary eyes. A tear fell from Leah’s eyes onto her hands.

“Look at me, Leah. Is she telling me the truth?”

“Yes, she asked me to call you and see how long you were going to be and made me f-fuck her!”

“She didn’t make you, doll. She asked, you said yes. What did I tell you this morning, Alexia?”

“That we could have fun after we made the cakes, and that you promised to remember.”

“That’s right, princesa. I said I would, you know I never break my promises, especially to the two of you. Why did you have Leah fuck you, hm? Do I not please you enough for you to wait a few more hours? What happened to my obedient Ale?”

“She’s s-still here! I jus-just wanted some attention from Leah, I missed her…” La Reina confesses, tears now staining her flushed cheeks. You take her hand and one of Leah’s, rubbing the backs with your thumbs.

“I know you missed her darling, I do too. That’s why I asked you to wait, I had a whole night of fun planned and you’ve gone and ruined it.”

“No! No, we can still do it!” Leah pleads, you shake your head slowly.

“Mm, I don’t think so baby. Unless, we turn it into a night of discipline because clearly I’ve been slacking. My girls aren’t normally this disobedient. I know they’re better than that.” You turn and leave them, walking into the bedroom. They follow behind you quietly, faces hot with shame. You stand at the foot of the bed and gesture for them to get on, taking your clothes off slowly. They both kneel in the middle of the California King bed.

“Leah, get my favorite strap would you darling?”

She leans over and opens the drawer she got hers from and pulled out your favorite strap, handing it to you. You pull it on and watch them watch you, grinning a little when the both of them rub their thighs together.

“Come here, Alexia. On your stomach, good girl.” You instruct, stepping closer to the bed as she does as you say. You pull her head back, cock slipping between her lips. You thrust just how Leah did earlier, watching the Spain captain’s lips wraps themselves tight around your cock. Leah watches closely, licking her lips and rubbing her thighs together. She still had her strap on, hands itching to touch either one of you. You look up and notice her staring, reaching down and pulling Alexia’s hips up and pushing her back into a deep arch. You give her ass a few hard smacks, her lips working diligently on your cock.

“Eat her out, Leah. Did you do that earlier, you know its Alexia’s favorite. Lately, she likes having her behind played with too. Gets her soaking wet, you know? It is utterly obscene.” You tell her, voice as stable as ever, talking about Alexia like she isn’t right there.

Leah slowly makes her way behind Alexia, pulling her cheeks apart to see Alexia practically doused in arousal. She runs a finger through her folds, licking the tip of her finger to taste her. Leah moans, pushing her finger into Alexia slowly as she presses her tongue flat on her clit. She eats her out slowly, tongue lapping at her clit slowly as her finger barely grazed her sweet spot. Alexia moaned around your cock, your hands holding her hair back in a loose ponytail as you thrusted in gently.

You pulled away, pulling Alexia up and kissing her slowly. Leah kept slurping noisily at Alexia, nose nudging her backdoor occasionally. Alexia’s head was already spinning, brain unable to choose who to focus on. You ran your fingers through her hair, cooing at her softly as Leah sped up her touches.

“Does Leah feel good, bebita?”

"Sí..."

“Did Leah feel good fucking you just now? I know it’s been a while since she did, no?”

Alexia nods, pressing her forehead to your chest as Leah suddenly pushed a finger into Alexia’s ass. She cries out for Leah, holding onto your arms as Leah begins to alternate her fingers inside Alexia. Its only one finger and she’s already overwhelmed, breath faltering as she tries to hold on.

“Stop Leah,” you tell her, pulling Alexia into your arms. She goes willingly, letting you move her to the other side of the bed. She bends over easily, not fighting you at all. You rub her slightly red ass, kissing her lower back.

“I want you to fuck her Leah.”

“What about you? Don’t you want her?”

“Oh, no. She missed you so you’re going to fuck her. I’m fucking you.”

Leah’s eyes widen a little in shock, you tilt your head to the side and furrow your eyebrows at her slightly, challenging her to argue. She doesn’t, obediently settling behind Alexia who was beginning to whine at the lack of attention. You moved behind Leah, caressing her slightly clammy skin as she held her strap in her hand. You kissed her shoulder softly, hand resting on top of hers as you helped her feed her cock into Alexia. Alexia bit her lip and looked at you two, eyes rolling into her head as she realized you were helping Leah.

“Forgotten how to fuck her so soon? If I remember correctly, you were absolutely hammering into her earlier.”

Leah whimpers as she remembers, hips pressing forward and sliding her cock into her awaiting lover. Alexia gasps loudly, gripping the sheets below her. Leah shifts just a little closer, hands sliding over Alexia’s hips as she grasps them tight.

“Fuck her darling, show her a good time,” you whisper into her ear, your own hands sliding over her arms with a kiss to her neck. Leah thrusted, pulling Alexia back onto her cock at the same time. Alexia moaned loud, head hanging low as pleasure surged through her. You focused your attention on Leah, calloused hands rubbing and touching all the skin you could. You grasped at her breasts from behind, fondling them teasingly. Fingers dragged themselves over her perked nipples, fingertips featherlight as they stroked her flexing abs. Leah was panting, Alexia’s head was pressed into the mattress. It was a sight to behold.

“How does she feel, baby doll?” you ask Leah, tilting her head to the side to look back at you. She’s got frustrated tears welling in her eyes, bottom lip quivering just a little. She didn’t hear you the first time, taking deep breaths as your touches barreled her towards her achingly slow-burning orgasm.

“I’ll ask you one more time, how does she feel baby?”

“S-So good, so good Y/N. She’s still so tight, I-I can see it…”

You peer over her shoulder and sure enough, Alexia’s got a tight grip on the dildo fucking into her. Alexia is about to combust, the two of you talking as if she was merely an object made her head spin. She was aching to cum, Leah simply fucking into her wasn’t nearly enough to have her cum. She knew it was on purpose, tears of frustration of her own wetting the sheets below her.

“She is tight, princess. Such a good girl she is, isn’t she? You’re taking her cock so well, aren’t you Alexia?”

"¡Sí, sí, estoy bien...!"

You give her hip a hard rap before reaching out to Alexia. Your hand appears in front of her, as if you were asking for something.

“Spit.”

She looks up at you with glossy eyes, gathering her spit and depositing it in your palm. You move back behind Leah, who had stopped thrusting to watch you, spreading Alexia’s spit all over cock. You gripped it tight and pressed it against Leah’s entrance. She was wet was an understatement. You chuckled, dragging the tip of your cock along her folds.

“Mm, didn’t really need your spit Alexia; you won’t believe how wet Leah is.”

You push in, grasping Leah’s still hips. You kiss the shell of her ear, rubbing your thumb over her hipbone affectionately.

“Need you to keep thrusting baby, it’s the only way you’re gonna get this cock.”

Leah groans, grasping Alexia’s hips tightly as she fucks into her hard. Alexia moans, crying out for you.

“Please bebé, y-you’re so deep!”

“She is, Ale? She fucking you nice and deep hermosa? You’ve missed her cock, haven’t you?”

“Yes, yes! FUCK!” She yells, back arching deeper just as you grasp Leah’s hips and fuck into her. It causes Alexia to jolt forward, moans cutting off from the force of your thrusts. You grin, grabbing Leah’s harness for something more stable to hold onto, fucking into her with a brutal pace. It tightened the harness around Leah’s core, grazing her clit at the same time as your thrusts. The power of your thrusts channeled into hers, pounding into Alexia with double the force now. Alexia felt the wind get knocked out of her, Leah holding her up as she essentially gets fucked by two people.

She reaches back and digs her nails into Leah’s thighs, your hands leave Leah’s hips and pull-on Alexia’s arms, pulling her slightly back into Leah your hips sped up. The three of you groan simultaneously, pleasure increasing tenfold as your thrusts and Leah’s weak ones tumble the three of you towards your orgasms.

“Hold her up, Lee. Make her watch herself in that mirror as we fucking ruin her.”

Leah pulls Alexia’s boneless body up, tucking her arms behind her as you tilt her head to look at the mirror. The full-length mirror reflects the three of you obscenely, you pull a satisfied grin; Alexia looked completely fucked out and Leah looked like she was on the verge of tears again. It made your heart clench, thrusting faster to get your girls to their peak.   

“Close, Ale? Lee?” you ask mockingly, knowing they were about to crash any second. They both just nod hard, whining high in their throats.

“Do you wanna cum, Ale?”

“Please!”

“Apologize to Leah.”

She takes a deep breath, “Sorry Leah! Fuh-for making you fuck me!”

“Do you want to cum, Lee?”

“Yes! Yes…” your hips pick up the pace, Alexia cries.

“Apologize to me.”

“I’m sorry I fucked her without asking, I’m sorry!”

“Good girls, there’s my obedient girls. Cum for me baby, my perfect girls.” You coo, delivering one last thrust before the three of you cum together. There was a jumble of voices, Alexia’s the loudest as she came the hardest. Leah held her through it, your hips slowing down into a slow grind as you helped Leah and yourself through your own highs.

You pulled out slowly, gently peeling Leah off Alexia. Alexia whined, the neediest of all after sex. You kissed her forehead and undid yours and Leah’s straps.

“I know baby, let me run a bath first. I’ll be right back, cariño.”

You kissed Leah’s forehead too, walking into the bathroom and running a hot bath. You carried them in one by one, gently settling them into the hot bubbly water. Alexia immediately sought for Leah, settling in her arms before you climbed in behind Leah and held both your girls. You kissed Leah’s ear softly, hands massaging Alexia’s thighs.

“Lesson learnt girls?”

“Yes,” “Sí.”

“I love you, glad to have both my girls back where they belong.” Alexia laces her fingers with yours, Leah nuzzles back into you. You sigh, there truly was nothing like having the two of them in your arms.

//

“I guess the cakes will have to wait till tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“I’m all clean, I don’t want flour everywhere. Fuck, sex is so time consuming. Worth it though.”

“And soul consuming, I think I went to heaven earlier. I saw the light you know. I think we need to fuck like that all the time.”  

#leah williamson x alexia putellas x reader #leah williamson #alexia putellas #alexia putellas smut #leah williamson smut #woso soccer #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso smut #woso #leahwilliamson x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #leah williamson imagine

[yeppeun-riaa]

So… If you can… Could you write Ran as a father and husband with a bit of obscenity at the end? I'll be so grateful if you do And it's okay if you can't 🥰

here u go♡ I did female reader cuz u weren't specific, I hope that's okay!

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ran haitani x fem!reader

summary: your husband, ran haitani, is a charming man and a wonderful father to his daughter.

"Papa!" your 3 year old daughter jumps off the couch and dashes to the front door as it opens, revealing your tired-looking husbad. You smile upon seeing how he embraced her and got up to join their little cuddle session. "evening baby, I missed you today, and so did d/n." Your daughter hugs her father tightly and nods while ran just chuckled a bit at how she snuggled impossibly closer to him, "missed you too sweetheart, you and d/n."

The three of you settled on the couch putting on a barbie movie to watch together, well, mostly for d/n to watch because she seemed most excited to watch the new barbie move, she was obsessed with them, and ran only spoils her by giving her more and more dolls that are way too expensive(not that money has ever been a problem), you've lost count of how many barbies she has by now, you tell ran everyday he can't keep spoiling her, he never listens.

You're snapped out of your thoughts by the question she asks, "mama, I want a little brother." Huh?. You stare at her following her eyes to the TV screen where a little baby boy is displayed, I don't remember any barbie movies with that in it, You glace back at ran who has a shit eating grin on his face, ever since last month he's been bugging you about wanting a son, this was the cherry on top for him....

"Do you really want a brother, d/n?" You ask wanting to be sure, "Yes! I want his name to be Ken!" You snort a bit at the last part, you guess you can give her a sibling

•••

"Oh-Oh fuck-don't stop~" you moan at the feeling of rans thick cock inside of you, "you're so-fuck-so tight sweetheart" he pants into you ear slamming in and out of your tight hole, you have to slap a hand over you mouth to stop yourself from screaming, you don't want to wake d/n up but, "feels so good ran! Don't stop- please-please" your eyes roll to the back of your head, his tip kissing your cervix, you clench around him, nails digging into his back as he messily rubsvcircles on your clit.

"I'm gonna cum ran, ran!" Your back arches up, "be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?" He wraps his other hand around your neck and slams into you faster, and you're pushed over the edge, liquid gushing out if you cut, you fucking squirted making a mess all over. "That was hot" he says to himself as he flips you face down ass up, sliding back inside you resuming his relentless pace.

All that could be heard was your cam girl like moans and the lewd sound if his balls slapping your pussy, he gipped your hair and pounded into you faster, slapping you ass from time to time.

"Fuckfuckfuck, sweetheart cum for me agan"

Once again you are sent over the edge and not long after you moan at the feeling of his thick ropes of cum filling you up, nice and full.

You flip over and collapse on the bed when he pulls out, whining softly when he fucks the cum back into you with his long fingers. He leans closer and kisses you, "I love you ran." "I love you too sweethea—"

knock knock

"Mama, papa?"

my first req💜💜

Dont hate on me if u think its bad ok,,,

srry 4 any errors, English isn't my first language:)

#ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #ran x reader #ran smut #bonten #tokyo rev x reader

[pinkthrone445]

Would you consider writing a part 2 for “The most wonderful time of year?” where maybe reader got pregnant by a one night stand or donor ands has a happy ending? Pretty, pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?

-The most wonderful time of the year?- Part 2

Part 1

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender: hurt, fluff

Warnings : (+18) strong words, fights.

Summary:Melissa makes the worst mistake of her life by letting you go when things don't go the way you wanted them to. Years later, fate pulls you together again, Melissa just hopes it's not too late to fix things.

I'm officially on vacation, so I hope I can write some more! Thank you for continuing to send requests, little by little I am answering all of them. I hope you have a beautiful year!

Melissa was stunned to see the hall where you had gone, it was as if the ghost of the past had visited her, all her bad decisions were coming back to her head, even things she had avoided thinking about for years had come back to haunt her. Why had she left you? Why did you look so happy since you left her? Why had you come back and no one told her anything? Were you avoiding her or was it a coincidence that she didn't cross paths with you before? Was she right to leave you to get on with your life and dreams? If it had been the right thing to do, why was she hesitating so much?

Why hadn't anyone told her that you had come back and that your son was going to the same school where she worked, if almost everyone knew that you had been her girlfriend? Why Barbara, her best friend, didn't say nothing, anything? Melissa looked at her friend who started packing her bag faster as she felt the redhead watching her

-"Why?..."-Mel asked in a very weak tone and her friend didn't dare to look at her

-"Why what?"-the older one played dumb

-"Why you didn't tell me she was back?..."-Her voice sounded pained, as if her friend had committed the worst betrayal, Barbara had never seen Mel so hurt by her fault and she was not liking it.

-"Mel... I'm so sorry, she asked me to... She told me she would bring her son here because it was close to work and because she had no one else to leave him with. She begged me not to tell you because she wanted to be calm without going through the pain of seeing you again... You know we promise parents confidentiality with some things and even though I wanted to tell you I couldn't... I am sorry..."-Barbara spoke in a calm tone, and her friend sighed in pain

-"It is ok Barb, I understand... How long has it been since she came back?"-Mel needed to know

-"About 3 months?... She told me they came back because of a job offer she had...I promise you that's all I know"-Her friend responded by trying to redeem herself

-"Thanks Barb... Let's go home"-Mel talked before going with her friend to the car.

For the next few weeks, Melissa watched you from afar every time you dropped off your son in the mornings and picked him up in the afternoons. Also in the recesses or lunches that she had to supervise, she observed your little one very carefully, seeing all the similarities that you and he had, you both had the same eyes that shone when you smiled and that laughter that animated any person every time you let you show it. The two of you frowned in the same way when something displeased you and your little one loved pasta just like you. It made Melissa happy to see how much the two of you looked alike, it made her feel like you were close and that she already knew your son because of how much you looked alike with him.

More than once, Mel saw how you were late to pick him up because your work took longer than expected due to some emergency, your son was used to waiting for you and was well-behaved, but she was worried that you had no one to give you a hand when unexpected things came up.

One day in particular, the hospital where you worked had called the school saying that it would take a while to get there because you were doing a big surgery, but Barbara hadn't come to work that day, so Mel offered to take care of your little one until you arrived. Your son had no problem staying with the redhead because he had already gotten used to seeing her at school, although at first he had stayed with her playing on the carpet and listening to the book that Mel read to him, soon he fell asleep curled close of the teacher, since he had had gymnastics that day and had exhausted his energy.

When you arrived at school you were surprised to see how the two of them were snuggled together while Melissa stroked his hair and your son slept soundly, at first the scene gave you tenderness, it allowed you to imagine how things would have been if you and Mel had started a family, but that same thought made you angry because you remembered everything that had happened with her. In order to get the redhead's attention and not scare them, you cleared your throat. Mel stood up carefully with your son in her arms, who settled on her chest with his thumb in his mouth, there were times when you forgot how small he was and that he was only three years old because of how well he behaved and understood everything. The redhead handed you your son carefully, you laid him on your chest thanking the heavens that he didn't wake up and murmured a soft thank you to her before turning to leave, but she grabbed your arm making you stop and you sighed

-"If you ever need it, I can take care of him if you want from time to time... You're not alone, you know"-Melissa whispered and you looked into her eyes

-"Look Melissa, I appreciate you taking care of him because Barbara wasn't here today, but I don't want you to get involved in our life, got it?"-Your tone was soft because your son was asleep, but your words were harsh

-"Hon, I'm sorry about what happened between us, but it's not wrong to ask for help, you don't need to do it all if someone it's offering to help you..."- she repeated and you sighed, you were too tired for this

-"I'll ask for help if I need it or I'll manage on my own, I just don't want your help, I don't want you near him"-You responded by looking seriously how her face transformed as she listened to you

-"Please I'm not a bad influence on him, you know I'm good with kids, I'm just offering you help, you don't have to be that mean..."- she responded with annoyance

-"I'll refresh your memory in case you don't remember, you left me, at Christmas, because you didn't want to have children or have a future with me, so don't come to pretend to be a good person to me or to him, because you were the one who let go of the opportunity to have a family, you let go of the opportunity to continue relating to me or my son. If you were so repulsed by the idea of having children or getting married, I don't want you around pretending that you want to take care of him or get to know him, because you don't deserve to know what a beautiful person MY son is... I didn't come back to rub this in your face, I just came back because I needed a better paying job so I could take care of him... "-Your tone of voice rose, but you tried not to scream so you wouldn't wake your child

-"I came back from you! You were the one that disappeared, I realize pretty soon what a big mistake I made and try to get back to you... I visited your family and they didn't wanna tell me where you were... I tried to call you and you changed your number, I went to see your sisters and I put up with their screams and insults just to see you, but no one wanted to tell me anything about you... I went every year, three times a year every dam year... I'm sorry okay? I was so stupid when I let you go... I just didn't wanted to hold you back on the things that you dreamed of..."-Melissa was someone with a lot of strength, but right now she looked so weak and fragile, so hurt and needy, she looked so remorseful

-"I wanted all that, I wanted marriage, pets, and children with all my heart, but I wanted to do it with you... And you let me go so easily..."-Your voice sounded hurt, too

-"And I regret it every day, every second that pass...As soon as you left, I realized that my life wasn't worth living if I couldn't share it with you, I would have given everything to have you by my side again, my stupid pride, my stupid ideas and everything I am, I would have left it for you to come back to me. It's been 5 years and there's not a moment where I don't think about you, how much I miss you and how stupid I was to let you go. How stupid I was to reject the things you wanted, that you wished you had, how stupid I was to have missed a life with you and him. Because now that I know him and see how happy he makes you, I realize what a big mistake I made by not joining you in this, you're an amazing mother and I would be lucky to be with you taking care of him..."-Mel whispered looking into your eyes and you sighed not knowing what to say or do. You didn't know what would have happened if Mr. Johnson hadn't come in to tell you he needed to close the school. You and Mel left school quietly, and after a simple goodbye, you each went to your cars and home.

The days began to pass, and though you hadn't spoken any more after that night, you noticed how something had changed between you two but you didn't know that. Melissa also noticed how now you recognized her presence with at least a small smile when you left your son at school and saw her, that little smile was enough to make her happy all week, seeing that you didn't despise her anymore made her the happiest woman in the world.

For your part, you wanted to talk to Melissa again but you were scared and didn't know if it would be the right thing to do or what excuse to use to do it.

It wasn't until a work conference coincided with you not being able to get a good babysitter that you had a good excuse to talk to her, but still, you consulted with your son before

-"Theo, mama has a work conference for a few hours, do you want to stay with the neighbor and her children?"-You asked your son but he shook his head, looking at you a little sadly

-"I want to stay at home... The neighbo's childen ade noisy and won't let me do what I like"...-He muttered, trying to cross his arms angrily, but it gave you tenderness when you saw that they were a little crooked and he couldn't cross it properly

-"It's fine, but I can't get the babysitter who always comes... Would it be okay if you stay with Melissa? The teacher at your school who stayed with you when I couldn't get there quickly, do you remember her?" - You consulted and he smiled a lot, nodding excitedly and jumping up and down

-"Yes, please, she does the best voices when deading and takes cade of me when the olde kids tease me, I like hed, mama!"-Your little one spoke excitedly and you sighed with relief when you saw that he agreed, you didn't know who else to call if he didn't want to stay with her. Praying to the heavens, you called the redhead and explained the situation, she agreed and in less than 15 minutes the eldest was already at your home. As soon as she arrived, you took the opportunity to get ready to go to the hospital and quickly explained some things to her

-"If you see that he wants to cry and you can't find an obvious reason, it is likely that something is overwhelming him, it may be loud noises or that the texture of his clothes are making him uncomfortable, in that case turn down the volume of things and offer him his pajamas, those clothes always calm him down... If you or him are hungry, there's food in the fridge, if he's sleepy, a bottle of milk before bed helps him sleep better... He knows how to go to the bathroom on his own... Let me think if I remember anything else"-You spoke quickly, and the redhead laughed, putting her hands on your shoulders and guiding you to the door so you wouldn't be late. Her hands felt firm but loving, as they did years ago when you started to get distracted from doing what you needed to do and she gently guided you.

-"Remember that I'm with kids almost all day, I know how to take care of them and if not, I'll send you a message, okay?"-She spoke and you nodded going to open the car, your son ran next to the redhead hugging her leg and waved at you with his little hand

-"Goodbye baby! Behave yourself and listen to Melissa, I love you my boy!" - You screamed smiling when you saw how comfortable he felt around Melissa, something that wasn't normal with other people. Then you looked up at the redhead smiling kindly-"Really thank you... I didn't know who else to call, I'll be back as fast as I can"-You smiled nervously

-"It's the least I can do... Go or you'll be late!"-The eldest spoke and you got in the car to go to the hospital.

A few minutes later, Melissa watched as your little son entertained himself without causing her any troubles, he painted and played with blocks while soft music played in the background.

She took time to observe a little, there was still a lot boxes on the house, but she could already tell that you two were turning it into a home. There were many pictures on the wall, mostly yours and your son and some with your family, she smiled when she saw one with all your friends in which she was included. There were many books on the shelf too, the top ones were yours and the ones at the bottom were your son's. The Christmas tree was the same, although Melissa knew that you loved to keep order even in the decorations, you had let your little one decorate as well, making most of the balls and stars be at the bottom of the tree where the little boy could reach, Mel laughed tenderly at this.

There were toy boxes in various places and the lights were soft, accompanying the fireplace light, giving a warm atmosphere to the house.

When she turned around, your son was looking at her with his eyes wide open

-"Miss Melissa... My mom said you wed a teached too like Ms. Howad, can you help me do my homewodk so my mom can sleep when she adives? Pweease?"-Your son begged her with big puppy eyes and the redhead nodded excited.

A couple of hours later, after doing homework, eating together, and playing some more, your son brushed his teeth, and after Melissa gave him a bottle of milk and read him a story, he fell asleep smiling and hugging a stuffed animal that she recognized, it was yours when you were a kid.

When you got home, everything was neat, clean and quiet, the redhead was sitting on the couch grading some of her students' papers. Seeing you enter, Melissa took off her glasses and smiled softly at you as she saw your tired face

-"Theo is sleeping, he did his homework, played, ate, brushed his teeth, and put on his pajamas before bed... We also sorted the toys together and after he fell asleep I arranged the rest, made pasta in case you are hungry" - Melissa spoke in a whisper to avoid waking your son, she also put her cell phone and papers in her purse before getting up to leave

-"I don't know how to thank you... It's rare that he stays with just anyone, he sees you as someone special"-You confessed and she smiled

-"He's special, I could spend hours playing with him and listening to all the things he knows about animals... Thank you for letting me help you and for trusting me to be with him... I'll go so you can rest, good night..."-The redhead gently caressed your arm giving you a small smile before leaving.

Weeks began to pass and the distant greetings turned into small chatter that was then followed by messages late into the night. You didn't know it was going on, you were just letting it flow.

A month after Christmas came your son's birthday, he gave his invitations at schools to whomever he wanted, and you were really surprised to see when Barbara, Mr. Johnson and Melissa arrived at the party you had organized for him. Your son was through the roof when he saw them and spent the whole party laughing and playing a lot with the other children. Your family was there too, and your sisters were looking at Melissa badly but you told them to control themselves.

When it came to opening presents, Melissa had given your son clothes with the same fabric as his pajamas to make him feel comfortable, that made you smile as you realized how much attention she had paid to him. Also she brought you a small puppy, to fulfill your dream of having a pet. Even though you knew your child would say it was for him, you almost burst into tears when you saw the little puppy.

A couple of hours passed at the party, your son, your new puppy and his friends were playing and singing with Barbara and Mr. Johnson, Melissa was sitting on the couch that was in the courtyard where the party was, you carefully sat down next to her and rested your head on her shoulder letting out a tired sigh and closing your eyes. Mel just looked at you and smiled, putting her arm behind your shoulders, bringing you closer to her, begging you not to walk away

-"You know... The first year you showed up looking for me, I saw you, but I didn't come out because I was mad at you... The following year I started to miss you and wanted to see you, but days before you went, I found out that the treatment had worked and that I was already pregnant and I thought that if I saw you, you would be scared and reject me again... Then the baby was born and I was even more afraid to see you... That's why I stayed away, it wasn't out of anger at you anymore, it was fear of rejection again... But I'm happy to see you again and to see that Theo is happy being with you too..."-You whispered and the redhead hugged you closer to her body

-"(Y/N)... I know how much I messed up and I want to see if I can fix this, because I don't want to miss another second away from you two, would you like to go on a date with me and your son?... If you don't want to, I understand, but if I didn't ask you I know I'll regret it"-She spoke sincerely, expecting you would reject her and push her away, but you just hugged her tighter taking advantage of her scent and the heat that her body radiated

-"We'd love to..."-You whispered, hiding more in her neck, watching your son's happiness and listening as the redhead's heart almost came out of her chest.

-"By the way, your sisters have been looking at me like they want to kill me since I arrived, but since you sat next to me, it seems like they're shooting lightning at me" - She whispered and you laughed

-"I know, so be careful what you do this time because if you don't, I'll let them do it"-You responded jokingly

#melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary #abbott elementary fanfic #wlw love #lesbian

[notesbutnotfromunderground]

Aziraphale and Crowley wouldn't have ended up together even if the Metatron hadn't shown up.

I couldn't find the words in the bookshop, but let me say them now. Do it again, Crowley.

If my memory serves me right, the original concept for the characters Crowley and Aziraphale was that Aziraphale didn't exist and Crowley was Crawleigh. [Referenced from a Reddit reading I did a few months back.]

Then, somewhere down the line, there were Crowley and Aziraphale, the Demon who sauntered vaguely downwards and the goody-good Angel giving in to carnal desires.

So when Metatron said, "As Supreme Archangel ... to restore your friend, Crowley, to full angelic status," Aziraphale was happy, elated, and delighted. Them, working together in heaven. And if Metatron hadn't offered that cherry on top, Aziraphale wouldn't have gone back or even wanted to return with him to Heaven. But Metatron knew the right words to say to push Aziraphale.

But Aziraphale's joy at the thought of them finally being together was shattered at the bookshop, his bookshop, their bookshop.

And he told Crowley, "I could appoint you to be an angel. You could come back to Heaven and everything, like the old times. Only even nicer."

To which Crowley replied, "And you told him just where he can stick it then?"

"Not at all."

"Oh, we're better than that. You're better than that, angel! You don't need them. I certainly don't need them! Look, they asked me back to Hell, I said no. I'm not rejoining their team. Neither should you."

"But— Well, obviously. You said no to Hell. You're the bad guys. But Heaven—"

Then the camera zooms into Crowley's shattered dreams and broken heart.

Aziraphale continued, "It's the side of Truth. Of Light. Of Good."

"When Heaven ends life here on Earth, it'll be just as dead as if Hell ended it. Tell me you said no!" Crowley's voice cracked. "Tell me you said no!"

"If I'm in charge, I can make a difference."

And that's when Crowley understood. They wouldn't be together. Aziraphale had already made up his mind.

As he tried to find the right words, Crowley started, "Oh God. Right. Okay. Right. I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say. I think I better say it now. Right, okay, yes, so..."

Aziraphale just stood there, waiting for the words he wanted to hear at that time. The words that will finally make everything right for him and Crowley.

Crowley mustered up the courage, sighed deeply and started to talk again, "We’ve known each other a long time. We’ve been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We’re a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren’t. I mean, the last few years, not really. And I would like to spend… I mean if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don’t need Heaven, we don’t need Hell, they’re toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say?"

Crowley's heart sank as he said those words. He already knew, but a demon could only hope. And Aziraphale continued to wonder why Crowley just wouldn't say yes to him.

"Come with me to Heaven. I'll run it. You can be my second in command. We can make a difference!"

"You can't leave this bookshop," Crowley pleaded.

"Oh, Crowley," sighed Aziraphale. "Nothing lasts forever."

"No," Crowley agreed. "No, I don't suppose it does." He turned his back and started to walk towards the door, "Good luck."

"Good luck? Crowley!" Aziraphale's world continued to fall apart. This wasn't what he wanted. Crowley was supposed to say yes, and they would be together in Heaven. He wondered if he said the right thing. He wondered if Crowley understood him. He wondered why Crowley was walking towards the door instead of celebrating together with him.

"Come back to Heaven," Aziraphale continued, searching for the perfect words to convince Crowley. "Work with me! We can be together." And he finally said that. It wasn't how he hoped, but at least he finally said it. Crowley should understand. "Angels... doing good!"

Crowley looked at the window. It seemed to him that after all those years they'd been together, Aziraphale still didn't see it. Memories of his time as God's favourite angel flashed before his eyes.

"I— I need you!" Aziraphale continued. "I don't think you understand what I'm offering you."

"I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do," Crowley said.

"Well," Aziraphale felt defeated. "Then there's nothing more to say."

"Listen. Do you hear that?"

"I don't hear anything!" Aziraphale said exasperated.

"That's the point. No nightingales. You idiot. We could have been ... us!" With nothing else left to lose, Crowley walked back towards Aziraphale.

Aziraphale looked away, his mind still trying to understand what was happening. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. His train of thought stopped when Crowley grabbed him and pulled him to his mouth, yearning, longing, pleading. Aziraphale didn't know what to do. Should he push him away? Should he stay? Should he pull Crowley closer to him?

"I— I forgive you," Aziraphale said

This scene made me realize something.

They weren't ready yet. Even if the Metatron hadn't appeared, they simply weren't at the right place and time to become an "us" yet. Because unlike Beelzebub and Gabriel, they were still looking at things through the lens of their traumatic pasts. And because of that, they can't entirely give themselves to each other. Not just yet. They still need to work through and overcome the things that happened to them in the past.

They can't just choose to run away like G and B did because the humans have become dear to them.

Aziraphale sees and loves Crowley for who he is. However, it didn't come off as that when he said, "Well, obviously. You said no to Hell. You're the bad guys." What mattered to him then was that they got to be together. And he could finally control and protect that part of their relationship. But he still has religious trauma at this point.

And Crowley needs to face his past, his fall (and as fans, we need the story behind that) and God.

But again, they are still looking at each other through their trauma lens and are seeking to protect themselves by subconsciously trying to be in control without meaning to hurt each other.

Aziraphale is a prideful angel with prejudice against the demons but loves Crowley. Crowley, who loves Aziraphale, is a demon with prejudice against the bureaucracy of angels and demons with pride for the life he's made for himself and Aziraphale among the humans.

They both need to heal first before they can have a working relationship. Because that's where their future together depended. And they also need to figure out how to stop the Second Coming together.

That's the parallel between Nina and Maggie and Gabriel and Beelzebub. And Crowley and Aziraphale are in between.

Crowley needs to learn that he can be happy again. That he no longer has to be in hypervigilant mode. And they have to let him see the stars again.

#good omens #aziracrow #crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #ineffable lovers #crowley aziraphale #good omens season 3 #ineffable bureaucracy #crowly x aziraphale #good omens meta #good omens s2 #go2 #good omens 3 #the metatron #the bentley #good omens theory #anthony j crowley #aziraphale x crowley #gomens #aziraphale #good omens therapy #i don't even know if this makes total sense but it does to me

[thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai]

Last night, I started another rewatch of YOI and I for the first time, I wondered what was going on inside Yuuko's brain while Yuuri was showing her his take on Stammi Vicino.

What do we know about Yuuko?

Yuuko is a big skating otaku. She's not only a fan of her former rinkmate Yuuri, we also see her swoon over Viktor and Yurio (she'd totally be the type who swoons over even more skaters, but we don't know that). When she fangirls, she fangirls hard which can even cause her nosebleed.

Yuuko is one of Yuuri's greatest supporters and someone he can confide in. Together, they copied Viktor's programmes, and she always has his back.

She knows that Yuuri has a crush on Viktor and has been emulating Viktor and striving to become as good as him since they watched the Junior Worlds together as kids.

And then Yuuko, who until that point thought that Yuuri was depressed, witnesses Yuuri skate a perfect copy of his crush's free programme that can be interpreted as a (gay) love song or a yearning for a soulmate (it's a bit more complicated than that, I had started writing a post that analyses the lyrics, but put it on the backburner for multiple reasons) and not only does she recognise the programme by Yuuri's starting pose alone, but goes immediately into full fangirl mode.

That's her face when he stops to perform towards her. In that moment, realisation must hit her that Yuuri is far from giving up skating, that he has not given up on his dream of emulating Viktor and meeting him on the ice as an equal. And he shares all this with her who had been supporting his dream from the very start.

I mean, look at his yearning expression:

Yuuri is fully immersed in his performance. However, being a fan of Viktor herself, Yuuko probably knows what the song is about. And because of that, she is able to empathise with Yuuri and can guess what's going on inside him while skating Stammi Vicino. (Figure skating 101: skaters normally perform towards the judges to increase their presentation mark. But here, Yuuri is alone with his childhood friend and the effect of the move would be wasted if he doesn't perform it towards her.)

Yuuri later explains that he has been practising this programme since the competitions ended for him three months ago. He was hoping to get back his love for skating and to remember how it was like when the two copied Viktor together. Since the disastrous Nationals, Yuuri has been working towards his comeback, even if it's hanging by a thread because he's still missing something that will help him continue and he doesn't know what it is. All he knows is that he wants to return to competition and keep on chasing his dream, and he starts all over where it began (I wrote a long-ass analysis about how Yuuri utilises Stammi Vicino for exactly that purpose here).

As one of Yuuri's closest friends, Yuuko must have guessed some of this already just from watching Yuuri skate. As a fan and a former skater, she immediately understands that he has been practising this programme for some months, and the perfection it exhibits is a telltale of how strong his dream, his obsession with Viktor is still burning inside him. You don't go to such lengths when you're not extremely passionate about something.

And that's oil in the fire of Yuuko's own fannishness. Because Yuuko is a fan of both Yuuri and Viktor, she must be burning like crazy to see them compete against each other again. She's been rooting for Yuuri from the start, she wants him to succeed and be happy and if that includes Yuuri meeting Viktor again, that would be the cherry on top.

If I was her, I would freak out, too.

We're all Yuuko in this scene. But because her character is so underrated, it took me so long to notice.

#yuri on ice #yoi meta #katsuki yuuri #yuuko nishigori #my yoi meta #not really a meta but speculation #yoi #yuri on ice meta #stammi vicino

[gummydummy19]

Month six: Army nurse (October)

Summary: Sy is too grumpy and proud to ask for help, so you do what needs to be done.

Content Warnings: fluff, grumpy sy, bad writing idk lol APOLOGIES

Word Count: (idk Ill put this up later sorry sorry sorry)

October 4th:

“Can I doodle on your cast?”

It was Sunday. The most sacred day of the week. The weather had been getting gloomier recently, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Fall was your favourite season by far.

You and Sy were hanging on the couch, 4 hours into the Harry Potter marathon you finally convinced him to partake in.

“Hmm?” He groaned sleepily

“Can I draw something on your cast?” You repeated your earlier request

“Like what?”

“I don’t knoooww…I’m bored” you whined

“You’re kidding right? You nagged my damn ear off about these movies and now you’re bored?”

“Well not bored bored just, I need something else to do while we’re watching.”

Sy huffed as he ran his palm over his face and down his beard, clearly debating you request.

“Oh pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?” You begged

“Fine! But I better not catch you drawing a dick or some shit” he grumbled, making you chuckle as you jumped up to get your markers.

October 10th:

'Syverson, I swear to god if you don't pipe down and eat your damn veggies Im gonna tie you down and make you.'

The man was stubborn as a damn bull, but so were you damnit.

“Is that a promise, darling?” he replied with that damn smirk of his, making you roll your eyes as you tried to hide the inevitable blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Can it and eat” you rushed out, pointing your fork at him.

You wanted to help him. That’s what good friends do. Sure, some days you debated to either push him down the stairs or kiss him silly. But neither of those seemed very friendly of you, so you settled for just helping him.

It didn’t seem to bad at first, but the longer that damn cast stayed on, the grumpier he got.

You understood he was a man of pride, you really did, but there really wasn’t any shame in allowing you to help him from time to time, at least that’s how you saw it, but try explaining that to captain grumpy…

October 17th:

“I said I was fine didn’t I?” Sy grumbled, trying to manoeuvre himself through the kitchen on his crutches.

'Would you stop acting like a damn child?' You yelled

'Then stop treating me like a damn child!'

“Im not! I’m just trying to help!”

“I don’t need your damn help! I’m a grown man and I was doing just fine before you came along”

Okay, that stung.

'Fine!' Have it your way!' you huffed, 'Aika, c'mere girl' you called out, allowing Aika to walk past you and out the door before you slammed it angrily behind you.

You walked through the chilly, orange tinted streets with Aika trotting proudly beside you, glancing up at you every few seconds.

'He such an ass...' you grumbled, hugging yourself tighter as the cold fall breeze huffed passed you, helping you cool off.

Part of you had hoped having Sy back in the apartment would ease your ‘crush’ or whatever it was you had going on. You spent months trying to convince yourself you were just horny and alone. Fantasising about your hot roommate while he was away was just a way of coping. Right?

Except that since Sy came home your feelings had been all over the place. You worried about him like crazy. Which kinda scared you. You were nobody to him, so why did it matter to you wether or not he ate his damn vegetables?

Every time he made a flirty comment, you thought maybe he felt it too, but then when you offered to help him, he’d get all grumpy and cold. Sometimes you just felt ridiculous for even trying.

Your internal rant got interrupted when you felt Aika’s leash tug on your arm, bringing you to a rather abrupt halt.

“Wha- Aika come on.” You called, looking back at where she was currently sitting.

For a second you wondered why she had stopped, but then you noticed something.

She was sitting right next to some run down costume store. Nothing special at first glance, but then you noticed something in the window. For $29.99 including fake stethoscope and the promise of at least 4 jaws on the floor per room you walk into; a mildly sexist, hot nurse outfit.

“What do you think, Aika?” You looked down at your furry companion and you swore she nodded in agreement.

You've never bought something so fast in your entire life.

October 21th:

“what...what are you doing? Is that one of my chopsticks?!' You shrieked as you entered the living room, only mildly horrified by what you were currently looking at.

Syverson was sitting on the couch, well, sitting wasn't exactly the proper term for it. He was damn near folded in half. His big, muscly body bend over his stretched leg with one of your chopsticks in his hand, trying to poke around his cast.

“My foot itches,” he grumbled “Can you please just help?”

The past couple of days you tried avoiding Sy. He hadn’t apologised, neither had you. You figured it was one of those things you best ignored, but as he sat there whining for your help, you couldn’t help but make a snarky comment.

'Oh so, now you need my help?' you commented, rolling your eyes as you stepped closer, Aika still by your side.

You took the chopstick from him and carefully prodded around inside his cast. Sy fell back on the couch, groaning in relief.

'Little lower...just a little-Ah! Right there, sugar! Fucking hell...'

His words alone made your cheeks glow bright red, let alone the damn sounds he was making...You desperatly searched for a change of topic, when a certain scent hit your nostrils.

'Hey uh...Sy? When did u last shower?' You asked, retreating the chopstick and giving his big toe a poke. Sy propped himself up to look at you, raising his eyebrow at your comment.

“A proper shower? Must have been months.” He replied, chuckling at your grossed out face

'I've washed the important bits, don't you worry, sugar.' He winked

“Judging by this smell, I seriously doubt it.' you replied, trying to ignore yet another one of his flirty comments. Sometimes it felt like he knew what went on in your brain. Every dream, every fantasy. It felt like he saw right through you.

“It ain’t that bad.” He said, just when Aika stuck her nose near his foot, quickly retreating once she smelled his cast.

“See that? Even our dog won’t go near it!”

Normally, Sy would have been quick with a response, but he was busy trying to ignore the way his chest fluttered when you said ‘our dog’.

'You smell ripe, old man. This could be used as a fucking nuclear weapon. One whiff of this and the entire middle east would wave a white flag in a second.' you stated

'Hey, watch your mouth young lady!' Sy shot back with a raised finger.

'I could help you, if you want.' you carefully suggested

'Help me with what?' He grinned, knowing exactly what you were saying.

'Help you wash...'

'My important bits?' he teased

'Oh forget it' you groaned, turning away making Sy laugh

Before you could get too far, Sy got ahold of your wrist and tugged you back, making you sit down next to him.

“If you really wanted to see my dick that bad, you could’a just asked, sugar”

'I'm just worried your dick is growing a second dick"

That actually made him chuckle. The sound made your heart soar a little and you tried to ignore it.

“Well both of my dicks are fine, thank you very much”

He sat up, his face mere centimeters from yours. His fingers danced along your face, brushing some stray hairs out of his way. His voice got real low and quiet when he said,

'Besides, I'm not allowed to get this cast wet.'

Your eyes grew wide, as they gazed into his devilish ones.

He was doing this on purpose. He knew how he made you feel, the effect he had on you, he knew.

It took ever fibre in your body to shake yourself out of it.

“Okay, first of all, I meant when the cast comes off and second of all you’d be wearing underwear you moron” you stated, “and you damn well knew I meant that.”

Sy tried to hide his grin as he looked down and gave Aika a pet on her head.

“Why do you insist on helping me so much?” He asked, rather serious all of a sudden

“Because, well…I don’t know, we’re roommates” you mumbled,

“Doesn’t mean anything” he said dryly

That pissed you off a bit.

“Well, it does to me.” You replied, “Your family lives far away, and I know for a fact you’re far too proud to actually ask anyone else to come and help you.”

Sy didn’t interrupt you, so you continued, getting a little more riled up as you spoke.

“I live here now, wether you like it or not. It might not mean shit to you, but it means something to me. I’m a good roommate and an even better friend. Im not gonna let you rot away. I wanna help you because I’m a decent fucking person and it’s the bare minimum I can do.” You rambled before adding, “Oh and truth be told, Sy, I figured you’d do the same for me if the roles were reversed, but I’m strongly debating that right now.”

You don’t know when exactly you got upset, but suddenly you wanted to be anywhere but here.

“I’m gonna take Aika for her walk now if you-”

“Could you please drive me to the hospital on Monday?” Sy interrupted you

“What?”

“My cast comes off on Monday, I’d appreciate it if you could drive me.” He stated again

“I uh, yeah sure. I can get a day off from work.”

“Thanks” he muttered, scratching the back of his head

And just like that, Sy had finally apologised to you.

October 23rd:

“My colleagues are throwing a halloween party next week, you should come. Get out the house, socialise, that sorta thing?”

You were driving Sy back from the hospital, where he had finally gotten his cast removed. The doctor said he needed at least 4 weeks of physio-therapy, but he should be fine, which was a huge relief.

“Not really a big fan of parties, sugar.” He replied “plus, I aint got no custume.”

“You have your army clothes, don’t you? I could splatter some ketchup on you if you want.” You joked, making him crack a smile, showing off his fangs in the process.

“Or a vampire…” you mumbled, staring at his pearly whites.

“What?”

“Uh, n-nothing!” You replied, focussing back on the road, “So what do you say, huh? I think a party would do you good, Captain grumpy.”

“Hmm…what are you going as?” He asked, brow raised as per usual.

“Ill tell you if you let me cut your hair.” You suggested

“Like hell! You ain’t touching my hair, woman!”

“What if you just let me wash it then?”

“You really wanna get me naked, don’t you?” He joked, making you role your eyes

“I meant over the sink but whatever, dumbass”

“Fine, ill let you wash my hair if you tell me what you’re going as.”

“And let me cut it?!”

“Okay fine! And Ill let you cut it! Just tell me already.”

You smirked at your small victory before saying, “I’m going as a nurse”.

Sy’s eyes twinkled at the thought of you in a nurse outfit

“Ill go with you if you wear it while washing my hair” he smirked

“You’re an actual dog, Syverson.”

October 28th:

“Are you sure you know what your doing?” Sy asked unsure

He was propped on one of your high chairs over the sink at the kitchen island. You had a pair of scissors and a bunch of hair products scattered all over the marble top.

“Sure, can’t be that hard, can it?” You smiled, “now just relax”

You checked the temperature of the water on your hand before gentle running the tap over Sy’s dark head of hair. Your free hand softly wove through his locks, nails massing into his scalp.

“Oh fuck…” he muttered under his breath

“Too hot?” You asked

“N-no no, s’perfect sugar. Feels nice.”

His eyes were closed and you could see the tension seep out of his body as you rinsed out his hair.

A proud smile tugged at your lips with every appreciative hum that came from him.

You studied his face carefully as you took your time washing and conditioning his hair. Not a lot was said, but you didn’t mind. The silence allowed you to look at his beautiful face. Every scar, every spot, every hair. He was so gorgeous it almost hurt your eyes. Peace was a good look on him.

When his hair was all rinsed out, you gently towel-dried it, before draping the towel over his shoulders and grabbing the scissors.

Your fingers tangled through his locks as you studies his hair carefully, trying to figure out a starting point.

“Alright so, I’ll just trim up the sides a little and just shorten the general length. Sound good?”

“Whatever you say, Sugar…” Sy hummed, making you grin.

You were enjoying his compliant behaviour until you accidentally closed your first a bit too tight, pulling the root of his hair so hard his head yanked back a little, making Sy groan in what you presumed was pain.

“Oh shit, sorry!” You rushed out, soothing his scalp gently over the sore spot.

Sy let out a yelp that turned into half a groan before it became a couch as he jumped up and faced away from you.

“I-uh…gotta go to the bathroom real quick, I’ll be right back.” He mumbled before walking off, pulling the towel off his shoulders and holding it against his crotch…

…hmm…weird?

October 31rd:

“I just don’t wanna go alone, Sy, come on! I don’t know a bunch of people there”

You yelled from down the hall. Sy was sitting on the couch in the living room, the same spot he’d been sitting all day.

His leg had been killing him all day. You just knew it.

Ofcourse he would never tell you because first of all, he can’t stand it when you’re right and second of all he didn’t wanna ruin her night. If he told her, she’ll stay home and miss the party, and he didn’t want that.

“You’ve been sitting on the couch all day! It’s gonna do you good to get out of the house” you spoke, standing closer to him now.

He finally looked up from the tv to see you standing in your nurse costume, stethoscope hanging over your shoulders, knee high socks hugging your thighs, heels just the right height…

It’s a shame you’re not a real nurse because Sy’s was definitely experiencing some shortness of breath…

“Nah, sorry Sugar, but you go have fun” he said, trying his best not to sound like he was in excruciating pain “I’m gonna go take a shower”

“A cold one”, he silently added.

“Fine, I’ll see you later then.” You watched as he made his way to the bathroom

It was clear from the way he was walking that he wasn’t doing good.

You heard him turn on the water as your rummaged through your purse, double checking if you had everything you needed.

After doing a final mirror check, you were about to walk out the door but you were stopped by a loud thud and a yell coming from the bathroom.

“Sy?!” You yelled out a little panicked, but you didn’t get any response

Before you could stop yourself you rushed to the bathroom and barged in, seeing Sy laying on the bathroom floor in nothing but his boxers. (A pair that looked a little familiar to you for some reason, but that’s besides the point)

“Sy, what the hell?! Are you okay??” You rushed to his side, quickly checking him for injuries

“Damn leg won’t do what I want it to” he groaned out

“How many painkillers have you taken today?”

“Took my last one this morning…m’all out…” he mumbled

“Sy you should have told me, I could have stopped by the pharmacy!”

“I’m a grown ma-”

“Yeah yeah you’re a grown man, I’ve heard it!” You interrupted “a grown man would have made sure he had enough pain meds!”

“I have some extra’s in the cupboard for emergencies.” You said, “I’m gonna get you some and then I’m gonna run you a bath and you’re gonna let me help you for once.”

“You don’t have to, really…”

“Oh relax, you can keep your boxers on but I’m not letting you shower by yourself when you can barely stand”

“What about your party?” He asked

“What about it?” You replied calmly as you walked out the room to get his meds.

A good 20 minutes later the smell of pumpkin spice and cinnamon filled the room along with the calming sounds of the water.

At first he had whined about not needing a bath bomb but you just knew he secretly enjoyed being pampered as much as you loved pampering him.

You were sitting next to the tub, absentmindedly running your loofah over his muscular back when suddenly, amidst the silence, you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“What’s so funny, Sugar?” He asked, raising his brow as he stared at you.

“You finally got me to give you a bath in the stupid costume…”

A/N: AAAAAAAAA ITS FINALLY POSTED IM SO SORRY PLS DONT HATE ME IM SORRY IF ITS BAD ALSO JDHHDUZFZSFXFC Im currently on vacation and I swear I wrote like 95 procent of this on my phone at the pool and Im now finally posted this from my moms laptop so HAVE MERCY ON ME PLSSSS xoxo as always comments and reblogs are very highly appreciated!

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❣️! Strange love !❣️

Pairing : max verstappen X femOC (Cherrie)

Word count : 6.1k

Warnings: pure fluff / Cherrie being a menace. Max permanently being exasperated. That’s it I think xoxo

As Max stepped out from their bedroom in confusion after a while of not hearing his girlfriends loud voice bellowing out the lyrics to the songs that were blaring from the radio in the kitchen , he could only hesitantly poke his head around the corner with trepidation .

Because when his girlfriend went quiet , it was not a good sign.

The only time she ever shut her big mouth up was either when she was sleeping or doing something that she knew he wouldn't agree with.

Which was a lot . Because the love of his life apparently liked to keep him on his toes and was determined to give him Grey hair as soon as possible.

He spent about fifty percent of his time worrying about racing and the other fifty percent worrying about what the hell Cherrie was going to do next.

She was an absolute nutcase who didn't seem to ever think twice . She just did whatever strange idea popped into her head without even considering the consequences.

It was often Max that was left to deal with them. Rushing to fix whatever mess she had made and apologise to anybody that she had brought into her chaos as well.

He got asked a lot about why he was with her if he spent half the time scolding her or dragging her away from bad decisions.

She wasn't exactly the type of girl that people pictured him with.

She wasn't serious . She wasn't level headed or competitive . She wasn't like him at all.

Instead she was loud , obscene and careless. And barely ever did she take anything seriously .

He could remember the time that he had crashed a few months ago and instead of his girlfriend fretting over him and being in tears with worry, he had returned back to his trailer to find her waiting for him with some hello kitty plasters in her hands and a mischievous smile on her pretty face .

He hadn't been in the best of moods so he had huffed in annoyance at her .

"You can't be serious!" Yet he had stood still and let her plaster one on his cheek where there was the smallest of scratches from where he had pulled off his helmet too roughly.

She had merely laughed and patted him on the shoulder with a shrug . "That looked insane on tv. What did you do that for? Made my heart jump!" She had exclaimed as she hurried back over to the couch to continue watching the rest of the race that was playing out.

Max had gaped at her , hands pressed firmly on his hips in disbelief at what he was hearing.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" He had exclaimed looking at his girlfriend with a small pout when she had started to cheer on Charles in front of the tv instead of coddling him like he had stupidly expected.

Huffing to himself as he pulled off the rest of his suit and flung it aside , not caring where it landed.

He was too busy side eyeing Cherrie moodily , wanting her to make a fuss over him .

Having at least expected more than a little pat on the shoulder! But he should have known that his adrenaline junkie , uncaring , so fucking strange wonder of a girlfriend would act like this.

He had once watched her get stung by two jellyfishes and laugh about it. Forcing him to take a picture of her painful leg while he nearly had a full blown panic attack , hurriedly Googling if you could die from jelly fish stings.

So him crashing into the wall and getting out completely unharmed probably didn't even make her flinch.

She was a nutcase!

"I can't believe you're cheering on another man after I've just lost like that! Don't you have any pity for me Cher?" He couldn't help but wine as he threw himself down on-top of her so that she had no Choice but to pay him attention.

She had just smiled and ran her fingers through his hair , still not taking her eyes away from the screen not matter how hard he huffed and puffed.

"You haven't lost . You'll win the next race and then the next one after that .." she simply replied. Letting out a small cheer as Charles overtook Lewis around the corner bend.

Ignoring the way that Max was scowling up at her from her lap as she did so. Instead she just gently patted his cheek and even gave it a little pinch.

Realising that she wasn't going to give in, he let out a loud sigh of defeat. Snuggling his face into her thigh as he wrapped his arm around her leg and got more comfortable .

"You think I'll win?" His voice was quiet and unsure, needing reassurance after that little disaster of his.

There was no hesitation in her voice as she answered him "every time you get into that car I believe that you can win Max. I wouldn't be dating you if I thought you were a loser!" She joked .

Referring to the comments that had been made about her being after his money and only dating him for the fame. Cherrie thought they were funny because she hadn't even been that interested in him at first .

And max had spent the whole summer stubbornly following her around until she agreed to go on a date with him.

And well, the rest was history.

He was stuck with her annoying ass now.

But he had wanted her annoying ass first , so it was all his own fault really .

He had known how odd she was from the beginning. The first time that he had saw her while on holiday , she had been stood in front of a board with a smile on her pretty face while a blindfolded man threw knives around her head.

Watching the way she had giggled after it was done and asked the man if she could try doing that to him as well , and well, he had been hooked since then.

And true, she stressed him the fuck out sometimes but she also gave him some of the best , funniest and most insane memories of his life .

Everyday was an adventure with Cherrie by his side , she would drag him along to all this crazy shit that he would have never even had known existed if it wasn't for her.

So when people wondered why he was so firm in his belief that she was the one , he merely smiled and told them the same thing.

It was the way she made him feel.

She made him feel normal, she made him feel alive.

Since the moment he had met her butterfly's had become a permanent residence in his chest, no matter how much time passed between them, he still looked at her smile and felt the love right through his whole fucking being.

'But she makes you worry!' They would frown in confusion as to why he was willing to put up with a woman who permanently did stupid shit and had him on the edge of his seat.

I love her . He would simply reply. And when you loved someone you constantly worried about them. It was normal.

Perhaps his girlfriend wasn't exactly a hundred percent normal but the feeling he got whenever she did something stupid was.

But mostly it was because she loved him too. And she liked him.

She liked being around him no matter what mood he was in.

A lot of people didn't like to be around him because they thought that he was too brash and blunt , too boring and serious .

But not Cherrie.

She loved him and she liked him.

She had told him that she loved hearing him rant to her about the troubles with his car and crew even though she hardly understood the terms he was saying.

It's your passion. She had whispered to him one night after he was finished telling her about how he wasn't satisfied with the new engine that had been fitted and tested that day. Any other woman would have bored out of her mind but not her.

Never her.

Instead she had a pretty smile on her face as she rested her chin on his bare chest and looked up at him with a soft sigh. Contentness a heavy blanket around them.

You mean everything that you say. I can feel it.

And he loved her and liked her too.

He loved being by her side in the morning while she sat up in bed and tried out some brightly coloured eyeshadow that would start out on her eyes and then spread down to her Cheeks.

Getting Glitter everywhere as she drew art on her face without a care in the world while he silently laid back in bed and took pictures other without her even knowing .

He loved watching her try new foods after he had spent all night convincing her to do so. The way that she would scrunch up her nose and let out a little hum as she tasted it. Although she would never admit that he was right . Instead she would just swap their plates around and give him a apologetic kiss.

He loved the way that he was the one that she ran to when she had news or even just to tell him stupid shit that meant absolutely nothing.

He liked that he was always the one that she wanted to know about it first .

He liked the way that she would take the lead in a busy crowd and reach back for his hand without even saying a word. He would let her pull him to whatever destination she had in mind, knowing that no matter what they did she would make him happy.

He liked the way that she wasn't afraid to stick up for him either. Having picked up on some of his own bluntness and curses , she wouldn't hesitate to go up to someone that had wronged him and call them out. Refusing to budge until she had forced that person to apologise to him face to face , sincerely.

Max thought it was funny that his five foot four girlfriend was such a wildcard. It always was the short ones that were the craziest after all.

What she lacked in height she made up for in impulsiveness .

His friends often liked to tease him about how he looked like a concerned father with a naughty child that was acting out . He supposed they weren't that wrong to think so.

He knew that he was the mature one in their relationship, that wasn't a secret .

So with her lack of loudness making him uneasy , he walked into the kitchen with worry and then paused by the doorway at the sight in front of him.

Making direct eye contact with his girlfriend who was sat cross legged on their dining table with only her lace knickers on, with scissors held up to her head as she tried to cut herself some bangs. A heap of hair already covering her lap .

He could see that she had also hacked at the ends of her hair too. It now rested to the middle of her waist instead of the bottom of her back like it had an hour ago.

He sighed loudly , not at all surprised.

“We have dinner in half an hour Cher." He stated matter of factly as he glanced down at his watch with worry.

"Was now really the right time for a new look?" He asked her as he walked over to her and gently took the scissors from her hands before she could do any more damage to her pretty hair.

She just smiled and laughed a little at the look on his face . Smoothing her hand over his smart dress shirt with a appreciative hum.

"You look handsome." She told him as she leant up to kiss him. Momentarily forgetting about the mess of hair she was dealing with.

Max didn't. He let her kiss him for a moment longer before pulling away and looking sternly down at her.

Patting down her new bangs so he could see how uneven she had cut them, shaking his head at her in exasperation.

"You look insane. Couldn't you have waited baby? Keep still a minute while I fix it.." he told her firmly as he began to fix her bangs for her.

Lifting up the scissors to her hair and Cutting off the longer pieces till they were all even , grabbing the brush from beside her and brushing through them to make sure that it was right.

Missing the way that Cherrie was gazing at him fondly as he focused on cutting her hair. Sectioning the rest of her her hair into two parts and pulling them to the front of her chest so he could see what he was working with.

"My dress is low on the back so I wanted my hair to rest at the end of the fabric so it covers it." She simply informed him of her brilliant idea.

He rolled his eyes in amusement as he started cutting the end of her hair straight.

Typical. He thought with a smirk .

“why the bangs then? What does that cover?" He murmured with a small smile, one that he just couldn't help but let out whenever she was near.

Cherrie just hummed "absolutely nothing. I just thought they'd look cute. Don't you agree?" She pressed when he was finally done. Shaking out her hair and shooting him a pleased grin , her dimples showing.

Max wiped down the hair from her skin the best he could , trying to ignore the fact that the love of his life was sat in front of him with just a thong on.

They had a important dinner to get to. He reminded himself firmly as he tore his eyes away from her pierced tits and back up to her glimmering eyes instead .

"Don't play cute with me. You know I think you look good in anything." He warned her playfully as he helped her get down off the table.

"We're going to be late. You can be the one to tell them why this time! I'm not covering for you again!" He told her seriously. Fed up with her constant lateness.

Having been the one to take the blame the last time she had made them late because she wanted to finish watching the football match first. Even though max had told her that they could simply record it on their tv so she could rewatch it when they got back instead.

You would have though he had told her to kill one of the players with the disgraced look she had shot him at his rational suggestion.

“It’s not the same! I want to see it as it happens! That’s like messi being in our house and instead of seeing him we just get someone else to take a video so we can watch it when he’s gone! Don’t be ridiculous Max!” She had yelled at him dramatically before shoving a football jersey over his head and grabbing the beers, shoving one into his hand with a grin as the game started.

So Max had been forced to yet again lie to his friends.

'I couldn't find the car keys. Sorry guys .'He had told their friends with a grimace as he held out the seat for his girlfriend who was already tipsy from downing beer after beer during the match , once they finally arrived an hour later .

Cherrie absolutely buzzing from her teams win. She hasn’t stopped beaming since he managed to finally drag her out of their home and into the car.

He supposed the face paint with her favourite players number on her cheeks really hadn't helped to sell his lie either.

But Cherrie refused to be the one to take the blame despite everybody knowing that the reason he was always late was 99.9% always her fault.

Cherrie just huffed at him as she pulled her dress over her head , wiggling her body from side to side as she tried to adjust it. Leaving Max to stare at the low neck and cut out sides and back with an open mouth.

Swallowing Thickly as he looked at her in awe. Feeling like he was going to have a stroke as he tugged at the collar of his shirt , his skin flushing just from the sight of her.

He didn’t think that there would ever be a day where her beauty didn’t make him breathless.

"Please baby! They're already pissy with me for making us late to your birthday party a few weeks ago!" She whined as she leant down to slide her feet into some high heels. Placing her hand on his shoulder to keep her balance .

Max snorted as he ran his fingers through her newly cut hair to help it frame her face like he knew she liked it.

"Once again. That was your fault. Because only you could make me late to my own surprise party." He mused beyond amused at the reminder of that day .

His friends had spent two hours in a darkened room waiting for him to come through the door so that they could jump out and surprise him.

Only Cherrie had taken him one look at him wearing the new tight shirt and even tighter jeans that she had bought him before dragging him to the backseat of his car .

It was only after the third orgasm that she had came back up for air with a shocked gasp , eyes wide as she blurted out 'your party!' Before quickly pulling her dress back down and dragging him out of the car while he hurried to button up his jeans again.

His friends had taken on look at his lipstick covered face and neck , as well as her swollen lips and messy hair before rolling their eyes and scolding her for not being able to keep her hands off him while max just helped himself to his cake while laughing hysterically .

Cherrie looked up at him pleadingly as he ushered her out the door while muttering about how late they were. Again.

"Please max! Just tell them that you had stomach troubles or something! I don't want them to know it's my fault again!" She pleaded to him.

Max merely shot her a unimpressed glance as he shoved her into the passenger seat of his car with a huff.

"Absolutely not. I'm not taking the blame this time! Forget it! You’re on your own with this one!”

Max gave their friends a apologetic smile as they finally arrived at the table, everyone looking up at them exasperatedly .

He glanced between their unimpressed expressions and his girlfriends pretty face with her newly cut hair and sighed in deafest.

"Sorry we're late ..I had some stomach troubles." He blurted out .

Shooting cherrie a look as she tried not to giggle from beside him.

Having already known that he wouldn't let her take the blame no matter how much he wanted to throw her under the bus.

He loved her too much to actually do it.

Charles looked over at him with a concerned frown "like food poisoning or something? I hope there's not a bug going around." He questioned him worriedly.

Max grimaced as he pulled out a chair for Cherrie and carefully tucked her into the table before sitting down beside her. Placing his hand on her thigh.

"Maybe. I'm fine now though. Don't worry." He muttered not looking at him in the eye in case the lie was written all across his face.

Then he ended up catching eyes with Daniel who was already grinning between them, his cheek in his hand as he eyed Max’s girlfriend in amusement.

"New hair?" He asked making max frown at him in bewilderment as he wondered how the hell he had noticed so quickly .

“You didn't have bangs this morning Cherrie ." He said knowingly.

Then max remembered that Cherrie always met up at the cafe with Daniel after her morning work out and fought back a annoyed groan.

Turning his head to squint his eyes in disbelief at his sheepish girlfriend who had seemed to forgotten that little detail .

"Did you cut them while max had the shits?" Daniel joked. Already guessing what had happened but ribbing him for it.

"Max has the shits?" Pierre called down the table , only catching the end of what he said.

It seemed to set a chain reaction as everybody started questioning him about his bowel movements .

Max's Face went bright red as he glared at his giggling girlfriend who he had lied for. Shaking his head with a annoyed huff as he pinched her thigh in retaliation.

"No I don't have the shits!" He exclaimed a little louder than he meant to. Making a few peoples heads turn towards their table.

He wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it. He was going to take Cherrie with him too for putting him in this awkward position!

Their was a pause before Cherrie snorted and muttered "try telling that to our toilet."

Max smacked the back of her head .

"That's it! No wine for you!" He yanked the glass from her hands with a scowl. Sliding the bottle away from her as well in punishment .

That was the last time he covered for her. He lied to himself . No more!

He ended up telling his health coach that he had injured his wrists from his gloves being too tight when he asked him why his wrists were red.

Too mortified to admit that it was because Cherrie had the idea to tie him up and make him see god an hour before he had to get to the paddock.

Just another normal Wednesday.

As Max stood by the side of the track that overlooked a lake, looking over the barrier down at his girlfriend who has thrown herself in after stripping naked , he couldn't help but sigh.

Hands on his hips like a concerned parent as he watched  her splash around , frown deepening even further as Daniel also threw himself in as well.

He had just won p1 and Cherrie had decided to skinny dip to celebrate . He mightn't have been so annoyed if it wasn't for the hundreds of cameras that were following them around all day.

He really didn't want his girlfriend's naked body to be seen by anybody but him.

Feeling his blood pressure rise as he watched Daniel splash at her as the both of them laughed loudly , playing Around like little kids.

"Not so close Daniel!" He snapped down to his also naked friend in exasperation and worry as he saw how close the both were to each other . He did not want any part of Daniel's body to be touching hers.

Daniel just laughed and grinned up at him cheekily .

"Who's going to keep her warm then?! Just get in! It's nice!" He called up to him , Cherrie shouting her agreements as she leant her arm against his shoulder and beamed up at him happily .

Seemingly not giving too shits that everybody could see her tits as she waved up at him happily.

It was times like this that max often wondered if she did drugs when he wasn't looking.

It would make a lot of sense. It really would.

"Absolutely not! All of you need to get out and put your clothes back on! Especially you baby!" He shouted at them sternly as he took the towels from his assistants hands that he had asked her to run for.

Daniel cooed at him "aww he's nicknamed me baby how sweet! I knew you'd come around to our love Max!" He teased him. Deliberately putting his arm around cherries bare shoulder just to wind him up some more .

Max hated it when the two of them were together because all Daniel ever did was encourage his girlfriend to do crazy shit and instead of talking her down from the ledge , he jumped off it with her!

"Shut up! Watch your hands Daniel! I'm serious!"

Cherrie just laughed at his furious expression, not caring at all.

"I'm so proud of you by the way! Watching you get soaked with champagne was really hot!" She shouted up at him honestly.

Eyeing his sticky racing suit with a raise of her brow "are you sure you doing want to jump in and wash it off?" She double checked.

Max just deadpanned at her. Shaking his head with a exasperated groan. Giving up.

"You're very lucky that I love you Cherrie because you're getting on my nerves." He informed her bluntly before pulling out his phone and pressing a familiar contact.

He then looked at her in the eye smugly as he brought his phone up to his ear.

"But If you won't listen to me then I guess I'll just have to call your father-" he threatened her. Pulling out the last card in the pack, the one that he knew would work without any hesitation.

Grinning slyly when she let out a sharp gasp and quickly pushed herself away from Daniel who was calling him a party pooper as they both pulled themselves out of the water.

"Don't ring him! You bastard!" She ran over to him completely naked . Making him pocket his phone in amusement . She then Let him wrap her up in the towel till she was swaddled in it like a big baby.

Chuckling to himself as he wrapped one around her hair too, rubbing at the fabric to dry her quicker .

Daniel side eyed them as he wrapped himself in his own towel . "Are you sure you're not her daddy max? You're always telling her off like one!" He joked while laughing.

Max couldn't stop the smirk that pulled at his lips , eyes twinkling as Cherrie placed a kiss on his neck and whispered in his ear about how she was going to personally congratulate him for winning when they got home.

"I'm just a concerned boyfriend who doesn't want the whole world to see his girlfriends boobs." He said as he then wrapped her in a dressing gown as well. Flipping the hood up to keep her warm.

Daniel just smirked "too late mate." He then turned to look at Cherrie with a friendly smile .

“They’re very nice. Lovely and round." He told her casually as though he was complimenting some fruit .

Cherrie beamed back at him happily. "thank you! Grew them myself!" She joked . The both of them ignoring Max's eyes glaring daggers at them.

Shaking his head with a disbelieving huff as he decided that he had enough of the two of them being around each other .

He hauled his girlfriend away before they decided to do some more stupid shit together that would make his blood pressure rise rapidly.

"Love you." Cherrie muttered to him quietly as they made their way back to his trailer . Tucked underneath his arm where she belonged .

Max softened , any annoyance he felt quickly fading at the honesty in her voice .

He just sighed fondly and gave the side of her head a gently kiss .

"I love you." He simply replied. So utterly in love that it overwhelmed him.

Because If be didn't love her like he did , he would have ran away screaming from her years ago.

She was an absolute pain in his ass.

It was a clear fact that was further proven to him when she tried to breakup with him one night after they had been arguing over why he thought it was a bad idea to get a dog.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing when she first told him that she wanted a pug.

He had looked at her in disbelief , feeling the need to remind her the obvious.

“You're allergic to dogs." It was said bluntly and in bewilderment as he wondered what the hell she was going on about.

They couldn't get a dog when she was allergic to them! Had she gone mad?

Cherrie had frowned at him like what he told her was a lie . As though she didn't start sneezing and coughing up a lung whenever she touched one.

"I can take medicine to help. I want one Max. It's too lonely when you're not here with me !" She had exclaimed , upset  with him as she threw herself up off the bed .

Flicking on the lamp as she glared down at him unhappily .

It was three o'clock in the morning and max couldn't believe that she had woken him up for this shit.

Rubbing at his eyes tiredly as he squinted up at her from the bed. Judgement across his face. He found it hard to have patience with her when it was this early in the fucking morning!

He had just been nodding off too!

"Don't be daft! You'll make yourself ill! And how can you be lonely when you constantly have those hippies around here when I'm gone? Don't think I can't smell the lavender oil that they leave behind!" He warned her. Huffing in annoyance.

Cherrie just wouldn't let it go. Tired and emotional herself and max had known that it was a bad idea for them to watch a heartbreak chick flick film before bed.

But he had still let her put it on anyways .

And now he was paying the price because his girlfriend was a melodramatic drama queen who had watched a film about a man who didn't love his girlfriend anymore , who had also refused to let them get a dog in the film as well.

Clearly she had gotten it into her head that they were doomed to be like the characters too. Having tested him all night long with utter bullshit.

"They say a man is falling out of love when he spends more time on his phone when his partner is right beside him to talk to." She had muttered with a scowl when he had been replying to some work emails on his phone before bed.

Knowing that she had heard it from that stupid movie , he had merely glanced up at her in amusement .

"Do you like your diamond jewellery  and expensive clothes?" He had returned to her . Their huge closet filled with her shit already giving him the answer .

She had just frowned harder. Not answering him.

He smirked triumphantly "these emails I'm answering about promotions will get you more of those things . So shut your trap and get back into bed." He scolded her.

Only perhaps he should have settled her mind further than that before they went to sleep.

Maybe then she wouldn't have been trying to break up with him because he wouldn't let her get a dog.

"We need to break up max . This isn't going to work. You obviously don't understand my needs anymore-"

Max Couldn’t have scoffed any louder if he tried. Finally Sitting up in the bed with a loud, annoyed groan as he eyed her in disbelief .

"Your need to annoy me you mean?" He yawned, casually leaning back against the pillow with a small amused smile playing on his lips .

The look on his face only seemed to piss her off even more but he couldn't help it.

She was being completely ridiculous!

She then sniffled loudly, dialling up her drama.

"why are you smiling? Are you happy that I'm not your girlfriend anymore?" She almost cried . Glaring back at him tearfully.

Max just snorted , rolling his eyes at her .

“We're not breaking up stupid. Now Get back into the bed!" He snapped at her tiredly .

Pointing sternly to the space beside him, impatiently patting it to further get his point across when she made no love to do as he said.

"No! You obviously don’t want me to be happy!"

"Because I don't want you to get a pet that's going to make you never breathe properly again?!"

"You're being dramatic! I'll just take the medicine for my allergies!"

Max groaned  loudly , covering his face with his hands as he tried not to lose his shit at her.

"Me? You're being crazy." He ground out "I never said we couldn't get a pet. Just not a dog that you’re allergic to !"

There was a long pause before Cherrie blinked away her tears and cautiously approached the bed again.

"A cat?" She murmured hopefully. Already crawling back into the bed and sliding underneath the covers now that her hysterics were over. Knowing that she was about to get her own way again.

Perhaps also opening that bottle of wine during the movie was a bad idea too.

Max had forgotten how emotional she got after drinking it. It was like she went through five stages of grief when she drank red wine.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders with his eyes already closed, kissing the side of her head with a little laugh.

"Fine but you're changing the litter tray." He warned her. Feeling her smile brightly against his chest.

"I will! I promise! You won't have to do anything!" She had promised him gleefully . Giving him a kiss before promptly falling back to sleep now that she had gotten her own way.

Leaving max to sigh to himself as he tried to go back to sleep. Having a feeling that she wouldn’t be that helpful at all.

It just wasn’t in cherries nature to pick up cat poo.

Yet another lie of here that was proven as two weeks later he was knelt down with a grimace as he cleaned out the litter box for the fluffy ginger cat that was nudging him against his leg.

Glaring up at his girlfriend who was dancing around the kitchen while singing to the radio , without a care in the world.

Instead she was too busy rambling on about how she was going to get herself some pole dancing lessons, jumping from one subject to another. Filled with endless ideas ths never seemed to stop.

Sighing to himself as he finished cleaning it up and set out some food for the fur ball as well .

Then he got to his feet and pursed his lips as he eyed the love of his life with a feeling of acceptance.

This was going to be the rest of his life.

Pretending that he wore the trousers in their relationship and acting like he wasn't ready to do anything he could to make her happy .

Even if it meant cleaning up cat poo so that she didn’t have to.

So with that thought in mind, how he must be crazy to love her even more than he did yesterday despite how much she drove him up the wall.

He knew it was time.

He walked over to her and gently grabbed her hand , making her look over at him with a curious

smile on her pretty face.

"What's up handsome?" She had chirped obliviously at him. Leaning forward to give him a quick kiss.

Not even noticing the way he pulled something out of his Jean pocket and slid it smoothly onto her finger , his eyes locked with hers as he let out a small laugh at how oblivious she was.

"I'm gonna be your husband." He decided to tell her bluntly . 

Because he had no doubt in his mind that if he decided to plan a fancy proposal that she would somehow find a way to ruin in.

Not on purpose but that was just the way she was.

So instead he settled on simply letting her know instead.

Cherrie looked at him with wide eyes before finally noticing the diamond ring on her finger.

Then she did the most her thing possible and laughed loudly in response .

Casually shrugging her shoulders as she wrappped her arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss.

"Okay. Sounds fun." She simply said once they pulled away to breathe again .

"Yeah?" He grinned . Looking between her eyes to be sure. His heart squeezing in his chest, so full of love for his little pain in the ass.

She just beamed back at him happily. As in love with him as he was her .

"yeah. I'm gonna be your wife."

Then she tilted her head cheekily "can we get married in Vegas after you win the race there?" The pure confidence that she had that he would win that race made him grin like a lovesick idiot.

Squeezing her hips and blinking back happy tears from his eyes as he kissed her again and again and again.

They could get married in the basement for all he cared. As long as she was officially his to worry about for the rest of his life , he didn't care.

She may have been a little strange but she was his wildcard  . Nobody else's.

He wouldn't change her for anyone.

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[dsybouquet]

nine while nine - ellie williams

“and the lipstick on my cigarettes, frost upon the window pane. nine while nine and i’m waiting for the train.”

cw: smoking, mention of smoking weed, mention of od’s (just tiny not related to ellie or reader at all !!), neither angsty nor happy, ellie and reader talking the whole time, no real story to follow

„Fuck this.“, Ellie sweared to herself, watching her train pass by.

Of course she had to miss the earliest train home after a late shift. It being already 9pm, she dropped onto a bench, lighting up a cigarette carelessly.

She had a shitty day and missing the train was the cherry on top. Nevertheless, she couldn’t change her situation. Could only get better from here on, she thought.

Slumbed on that bench, she pulled her scarf closer around her neck. The months kept on getting colder and colder as winter approached. To her surprise snow wasn’t falling yet - perhaps a good sign.

Ellie silently watched the people, though there were hardly any. Most of them appeared to be students that drove home after uni, standing in the cold alongsides homeless people begging for money to buy booze and food - hoping to find a warm place to spend the night in.

„What a sad world we live in.“, a voice said next to her. Ellies head turned and next to her sat a girl, lips painted in blood red lipstick, eyes tired.

„The guy you were watching, he‘d just trying to get money for drugs and will spend the night in the hospital after overdosing.“

The girl pointed at a man, he looked tired, fragile, his body shivering either because of the cold or a possible neglect of poison in his system.

„Yeah. That’s so sad.“, Ellie replied, exhaling the smoke of her cigarette in the pale light of the trainstation laterns.

She eyed the girl again. Her black coat covered almost her entire body, only her heeled boots were visible underneath.

She too light up a cigarette, watching the people in the same silence Ellie had just seconds before she had appeared.

„Do you ever wonder what lifes they live? If they‘re happy?“, she then asked, exhaling the smoke away from Ellies face.

„Sometimes, yeah. Hard to tell.“

Ellies eyes where glued on the girl. Her lipstick staining her cigarette in a pretty red tone, it almost looking like blood coated the filter.

The night was clear, stars slightly visible through the light pollution of their city. The moon as bright as ever. If it wasn’t for the streetlights maybe he could illuminate the entire town by himself.

„What train are you waiting for?“, Ellie dared to ask the girl.

„The one for 9pm, but it had passed already. Will have to wait for the 9.40 train now. You?“, she smiled slightly, inhaling another bit of smoke before exhaling, looking hauntingly beautiful in Ellie’s eyes.

„9.29.“

And they turned silent again. The cold made it unbearable to wait, but there was no inside area at small train stations like this.

Usually, Ellie would kindly decline talks at this hour. She just wanted to go home, roll a blunt and smoke it with a shitty sitcom playing in the background.

But today, she did want to talk. The girl was so.. special, sort of. She didn’t know her, she was a stranger. But something about her was so interesting, breathtaking too.

“Isn’t it so interesting how we see these people every day, taking the same train but we know nothing about them? Their lives, their dark secrets, their routines. Yet we’re kind of a part in it by spending time with them every day at the train station.”, the girl continued, throwing the filter of the cigarette on the ground, exhaling a last bit of smoke.

“Thats crazy, now that I think of it. I see some of them every day, others once a week.”

At this point Ellie figured the girl was a psychology student or a girl that reads too many books. She looked like a Sisters of Mercy song and talked like the biggest poet.

The girl looked at Ellie, taking in her auburn hair, her green eyes and freckles.

“Your face too tells a story, like the little scar on your eyebrow or the eye bangs. Wonder how these things happened.”

Ellie instinctively touched her scar. She tends to forget about it, to forget about how she got into a fight with some guy trying to give her less money for her weed and how she punched his face and he returned the fist too quick for Ellie to dodge.

“Guess we all have our secrets.”

Ellie light up another cigarette, watching every move the girl took.

“I too wonder about you, your ambitions, your past.”, she then added, watching the girl steal the cigarette from her hands.

“As you said, we all have our secrets.”

She put it between her lips and inhaled, her eyes never leaving Ellies. And Ellie couldn’t help but to grin at the silliness of this situation. Sharing a cigarette with a stranger at the train station while waiting for the train.

“What’s so funny?”, she asked, returning the cigarette with a lipstick stain to it. Ellie looked at it.

“Nothing really. Just didn’t have a good conversation like this in a while.“, her eyes went up to the girl as she spoke, taking in the beauty she held for a second.

„Glad to hear th-“

She was interrupted by the automatic train station voice announcing their train to arrive, 9 minutes early.

„Guess that was a good spend of time.“

“Whats your name?“, Ellie asked, standing up and taking the cigarette up to her lips.

„______.“

„I‘m Ellie. Nice to meet you.“

Gently, they shook hands before Ellie turned around to watch her train drive in.

She turned around to wave goodbye, but the girl had vanished, leaving Ellie in confusion.

Yet, she was just a stranger and Ellie just waited for her train.

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[freesia-writes]

First time making a request, I'm nervous lol

I would love something kinda awkward but sweet with my main Man Howzer.

Either the "being too awkward to know what to do with the hands" and/ or the panic while figuring out if they are actually leaning in for a kiss

The awkward one being reader, GN as well if possible 🫶🏼

Feel free to ignore if the request post was old and my ask is out of place 😱

Have a great rest of the weekend 🫶🏼

Helloooooo my friend! What a joy and honor to be your first request. Thank you SO MUCH for your patience. Writing has been so hard for me lately; trying to have a steady stream of thought feels like wading through mud. But I've missed it and have felt more inspired to give it a try, so I hope my clunky effort is somewhat heartwarming and enjoyable! :)

Howzer x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.8k

You’d rolled your eyes when your Galactic Political Science class had assigned you to an externship on the planet Ryloth, having only heard of its dusty plains and occasionally volatile population. But now, eight months later, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your job shadows of various political aides and diplomatic entourages had led you right into the vicinity of the man of your dreams. He was a clone, which some of your Coruscant classmates teased you about, but you couldn’t care less what they thought, uppity and narrow-minded as they were. 

Captain Howzer had caught your eye in one of the first meetings held on the planet, and your jaw had nearly dropped open at the sight of him. Immediately overthinking it, you wondered if you were so shallow that something so simple as a haircut could really make that much of a difference. But in hindsight, you were convinced that you were instead just an excellent judge of character, as your time working in close proximity to him had revealed a depth and integrity that left you in awe. He was level-headed and clever, and often came up with solutions to issues or conflicts that were impressively insightful. 

He was also kind of a dork. 

You’d never have believed it, but the more time you spent together, the more you caught the cheesy little jokes he’d make or the awkward comments that would slip by. As if he couldn’t be any cuter, his self-effacing humor and easygoing approach to life were just cherries on top.

So when it came time for your externship to come to an end, you were not in any hurry to leave. You’d enjoyed a number of mildly flirtatious moments with Howzer amid a great many conversations and encounters within your line of work, and yet you still felt as though he had enough depth to keep you pursuing him for decades. But you didn’t have many options: your program needed to be finished and it required your presence on Coruscant. To drop out now would be to lose everything you’d worked toward… not to mention your parents would never forgive you. 

You weren’t sure what to do, but you knew you had to do something. 

Your chance came not too long after, as the Ryloth session came to a close with a “Review Ceremony”, complete with awards and rife with lessons on political butt-kissing and how to appear in public to best sway opinion in your direction. You couldn’t have felt more uncomfortable if you tried. It was a black tie event, with all of the leaders in the sector attending, as well as aides, classmates, and local law enforcement. You chafed in your outfit, trying to walk as smoothly as possible through the doors, which opened into a massive chamber so tall you couldn’t see where it ended. 

Graceful vines and floating luminaries wove an intricate pattern above the guests, casting a warm glow across the proceedings. The hubbub of conversation was punctuated by the tinkling of expensive crystal and effervescent laughter as the influencers of the sector rubbed elbows and congratulated each other on everything and nothing. You were at the edge of a group of some of your peers, nodding and smiling at what you hoped were the appropriate places, but you weren’t really paying attention. 

If this externship had taught you anything, it was that you didn’t really have any interest whatsoever in this side of politics, and you were instead trying to look around the cavernous room for any sight of Howzer. You were scheduled to leave in the morning and still hadn’t found a time or way to confess any feelings. Even if you had found the right moment, you were still going back and forth endlessly about doing it at all. You were leaving, so what was the point? It’s not like he could leave his post and come with you…

“Excuse me,” a voice broke through your reverie, a voice you’d recognize anywhere… You turned far too quickly to “keep your cool”, heart skipping a beat when you saw Howzer in his standard armor. He tilted his head and you could almost see his expression through his helmet as he continued, “There seems to be an issue with your luggage. Would you please follow me?” 

You’d packed all your things that day, scheduled to ship out bright and early with the first transport. At first, you frowned, feeling that familiar anxiety in the pit of your stomach as you considered any and every possibility of what could have gone wrong. But when you noticed his broad shoulders ahead of you headed out onto the balcony, you were thoroughly confused. 

“Howzer, where’s–” you began, but he turned around so quickly you almost ran into him, hands a hair’s length away from his chest plate. 

“Sorry,” he answered, a crooked grin on his beautiful face as he pulled off his helmet. “You looked as miserable as I felt in there, so I thought we could get some air. Plus, there’s something kinda neat out here tonight…” He looked almost sheepish, sending a thrill from your head to your toes. You opened your mouth to ask about it but couldn’t get a word out when he suddenly took your hand in his. You could barely feel the warmth through his glove, but the thrill it sent through you felt like an electric charge. 

He pulled you gently toward the edge of the balcony, where a thick railing curved in a graceful half-circle that allowed for a beautiful view of the evening horizon. The dark Ryloth sky was peppered with distant stars and nearby planets, as well as the occasional ship coming or going. As the two of you came to a halt against the railing, he released your hand, leaving a cold emptiness where it had been, and pointed at a cluster of glimmering lights in the sky. 

“If you watch there for the next twenty minutes, there’s a meteor shower expected to start…”

“Twenty minutes!” you laughed.

“I mean…” he began, faltering with a chuckle, “I guess that is a bit of a long time…” 

“We’ll have to find some way to keep ourselves occupied for all that time I guess,” you said, choking on your own words as they came out sounding far more suggestive than you’d anticipated. “I mean… I’d like to see it, and… Well I don’t know when the ceremony will be starting… But I also don’t really care…. I mean, not like I’m going to win any awards, but…” Your brain yelled at you to stop talking, because every word felt as though it were making it worse. 

But Howzer seemed unfazed, his steady presence brightened by the sparkle in his eye as he shook his head. “And just why wouldn’t you win an award?” was his only response, leaning over the railing to gaze out across the expanse, keeping his words light but still casting a sideways glance at you that gave you the tingles.

“They’re not given based on merit…” you began, cynicism rising to the surface in the wake of your stressful end-of-internship duties. His gaze danced in the moonlight, flickers of amusement battling an undercurrent of something deeper, something warmer. It felt like forever until his soft voice broke the spell.

"Well, I don’t know if they told you, but you were the first place finalist for the Howzer trophy," he countered, his grin widening as he turned fully to face you. 

You laughed out loud now, clapping a hand to your forehead. “Oh?” you asked curiously, hoping beyond hope that it meant what you thought. The awkwardness that had been simmering between you seemed to dissolve, replaced by a charged stillness. 

The silence stretched, punctuated only by the distant thrum of the city and the faint murmur of voices from within the chamber behind. Your hands, previously clutched together in nervous anticipation, twitched instinctively. One of them, as if possessed by its own will, drifted up, hovering near his armor plate for a second before returning to the railing.

Howzer's breath hitched, and his eyes flickered down to your hand, then back up to your eyes. His grin, which had been playful moments ago, softened into something sweeter, something tinged with a hint of vulnerability that mirrored your own. He leaned in, slowly, his face a mere whisper away from yours. 

“Yeah. I think you’re great,” he said softly.

Now your own breath caught in your throat, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Should you pull away? Lean in? Speak, even though the right words seemed impossible in the face of this sudden, electrifying intimacy? The decision was almost out of your hands as his face drew closer still. His lips, slightly parted, hovered just a hair's breadth from yours. Was he leaning in for a kiss? Or was he teasing, enjoying the delicious torture of unspoken promises? That didn’t seem like him, but why was he taking so long? 

“Howzer, I… um…” you began, kicking yourself immediately for speaking in a moment such as this. Should you cup his face? Playfully brush a strand of hair from his forehead? Interlace your fingers with his? Your palms felt slick with nervous sweat, your fingers twitching with the urge to do something, anything, but they remained awkwardly suspended in the space between you.

His eyes seemed to twinkle with unspoken laughter, as if he could see the frantic dance of indecision playing out behind your eyes. But then, a flicker of something softer, something genuine, replaced the teasing glint. His gaze held yours, steady and intense, a silent plea for permission and eager hope. And in that moment, you knew. This wasn't about playful banter or coy games. 

With a sharp inhale, you closed the distance, your own lips meeting his in a hesitant, unsure kiss. Your hands, finally finding their purpose, landed clumsily on his chest for a moment, then tentatively cupped his face. His own hands, just as unsure, found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, grounding you in the reality of his closeness. When you finally pulled away, breathless and dizzying, your eyes met his, and the awkwardness was gone, replaced by a quiet joy. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, relishing in the waves of bliss that were washing over you repeatedly. 

"So," Howzer said, his voice rough with emotion, a playful glint still lingering in his eyes. "Still about seventeen minutes til that meteor shower eh?”

You laughed, absolutely quavering with emotion and excitement. “What to do…” you murmured, voice shaky and heart bursting at the seams. 

“I can think of a few things,” he murmured, stroking the side of your cheek with the back of his hand.

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[jeanbie]

EVERYTHING LOOKS DIFFERENT (NOW THAT I SEE YOU) ★ masterlist.

pairing: eren x reader

genre: royalty au, fantasy au | wc: 3.3k

⏤ To be betrothed to Eren is not only a great business advantage for your families, but a great honour for yourself. To be betrothed to Eren, and one day bound to him, would be your greatest glory.

On Prince Zeke's birthday, it snows.

The first snowfall of the year, after a long haul of barren landscapes and dropping blossoms; Eren feels like he’s been waiting forever for the snow to fall. Standing on the inside looking out, Eren rests his hands on the cool stone of his bay window, stretching his body to peer out onto the courtyard of his keep. A thin layer of white lies peacefully over the once green grass outside by the cherry blossom trees, castle turrets stretching up into a grey sky littered with tiny flakes. He inhales the smell of the snowfall, the fresh smell that tickles his nose as he catches the scent.

Today is the day, he thinks, pushing himself back flat onto his feet and retreating towards his wardrobe, the solo door in the wall that opened out into a spare room converted for his luxury. Today is the day he will officially court you, and it has to be perfect.

His advisor had laid out his clothes for him, on a small square shaped stool that sits next to one of the cabinets in Eren’s closet. He sees the set and smiles- perfect. Everything is perfect, including the day that follows him after he dresses, helped by his close servants who attach his armour and uniform, balancing a crown like thorns and barbed wire on top of his head. 

You weren’t to be expected until the late afternoon, when the L/N’s would cross the Border from the Badlands into the North, towards Ravens’ Keep where he and his family lived and looked over the lands. Beyond the Badlands were the other Kingdoms of Marley, including your own; Three Streams, a traditional Kingdom with rivers winding through the towns, a much prettier sight to see than the cobble that ran around his own. Eren hoped that, given that his courtship to you went smoothly enough, he could one day visit and see the people that a marriage would inherit.

Late afternoon rolls around speedily, time passing in blinks and gasps, unreal speeds. Eren almost feels unprepared when the raven brings news of a crossing at the border, a royal carriage pulling through with an assembly and audience. His hands are clammy as he waits, pacing the royal hall out of anxiousness and anticipation, excitement at seeing you after so long. It had only been a few months, less than two. Enough for Eren to miss you, and the way you smiled shyly at him after the news of your betrothal. 

Although nobody had known otherwise, Eren was happy that you were no longer betrothed to his brother. If it hadn’t been for the princess from Hizuru making an appearance at that same ball, he might have never got the chance to be with you. The thought sickens him. The thought of you with anybody but himself…he thought about it less and less as each day passed.

When you step down from the royal carriage, two hours later, when the moon says the time is past the hour of eight, Eren feels his heart in his throat. The sight of your feet covered in an elegant black heel, followed by a gown that drags across the freshly swept floor, makes Eren’s body shake out of nervousness. And it’s not in the Prince to get nervous easily. But, naturally, this occasion is made an exception.

“Lord and Lady L/N.” 

His own mother steps from her place above Eren on the steps rising into their keep, out of protocol, and her hands reach for your own mothers. The two women embrace, old friends, and her gaze lands on you, sheepish behind your brother’s broad shoulders. “And, our wonderful Y/N. You look absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you, your Grace,” you reply, meekly. She smiles tightly and turns away, out of politeness to invite you all inside, and then you look at Eren. The way he looks at you is the way you look at him, and the sight invites you in with one deep breath.

He is beyond words. Eren is beauty, the representation of hidden gorgeousness in the North, like the tales once said. The way he stands with his hands tucked in front of him, his thumbs nervously fighting as he bites his bottom lip has your breath pulled inwards. Regal in appearance, he wears his house colours and sigil sewn onto his breast, dark red and silver colours dappled with ebony covering his torso and legs, his sword slotted into the sheath shining as it catches the shine of your necklace, dipped into cleavage. He is too beautiful for his own good, a catch and a sight to behold. To be betrothed to Eren is not only a great business advantage for your families, but a great honour for yourself. To be betrothed to Eren, and one day bound to him, would be your greatest glory.

“My Lady,” Eren calls, bowing his head and body as you take small steps towards him. Your heels clip, like tiny horse hooves echoing in the silent snowfall, and Eren raises his gaze with a shy smile that you almost miss.

“My Lord,” you reply, following his gesture. When your gaze lifts to find his eyes, you see his hand reaching out for you, slender fingers outstretched like ornaments, like the branches on the sacred Tree of Tales outside Ravens’ Keep’s walls. 

When your hand slots into his own, you feel that he is cold; yet a warmth spreads across your body, a connection of electricity that has his hand tightening around yours, a promise of protection and his entire attention for the evening. You remembered from the last time that Prince Eren was not a man of many words, his feelings and thoughts poured into physicalities that you had learned to translate.

The dinner that follows is, as expected to be, a success; the banquet is delivered within appropriate time and you eat quietly, speaking when spoken to, your gaze catching Eren’s across the table when nobody was looking. With Eren, while you are both expected to fulfil the promise of betrothal, there is also an expected level of professionalism and purity that you must keep. But looking into Eren’s eyes when you’re supposed to be looking at something else feels like victorious rebellion, like the feeling of adrenaline after breaking the rules. The deep look of longing in his eyes, the love on his cheeks, a pink hue that you almost don’t see in the candlelight.

Eren is so beautiful.

“There will be fireworks.” After spending far too long getting lost in Eren’s silent smiles and eyebrow quirks, you finally return to the adult conversations at the heads of the table. The Queen Mother, Eren’s mother, presses her chin into her palms as she discusses the traditions of royal birthday’s within this Kingdom, the ceremony that is planned for the hour of nine for Prince Zeke. “I would ask that you attend the ceremony, as future in laws and as current allies to our Kingdom.”

“There would be no greater honour,” comes the honest reply of your father.

Following a trail of burning orange lanterns that glow in the moonlight, the ceremony for Prince Zeke takes place in the royal gardens. It’s rustic and medieval, with high stone walls covered in snow and hanging lights from the trees. A free slot occupies the center of the space cleared for the ceremony, with bowls of ice and white blossom, the drinks required for the transitioning of age. The two royal families cross the length of the smaller courtyard within the main walls of the keep, and by the time they each reach the long staircase down into the gardens, a sudden hand tugging on your own makes you pause and take steps backwards, away from your family and Eren’s.

You turn suddenly, bewildered that somebody might try and stop you from attending the ceremony of Prince Zeke - yet, the sight of Eren’s own bashful and mischievous face surprises you, and he tugs you further away from the stairs, behind one of the artistically trimmed hedges that is covered in tiny blue berries.

“My Lord?” you question quietly and curiously, and Eren just continues to smile. His one hand that is wrapped around yours stays there, affectionately placed, meanwhile the other reaches for your cheek and pulls one of the loose long curls of hair away from your skin. The act leaves you breathless. Prince Eren is not allowed to touch you outside of public eye until marriage. This is forbidden.

But, he does it anyway. His personal guard who is assigned to him at all times watches from the staircase, and then he slowly moves out of view of the royal family and steps closer to the pair of you.

“Don’t worry,” Eren reassures you. You notice, now that you’re alone, that Eren’s formalities have dropped. He sounds more normal than you have ever heard him. This stolen intimacy makes your heart race, the feeling of butterfly wings against the inside of your stomach.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, cocking your head to the side with piqued interest. “If my family notice that I am missing, or worse, yours-!”

“I will tell them the truth, that I stole you away for myself to get a better view,” Eren replies, and now, the smile is so natural that when it drops, you miss it right away. “Lady L/N, my Y/N, I would like to offer you the best view in the kingdom for tonight’s ceremony. Would you do me the honour of joining me?”

“I would love that,” you reply, beaming in reply. 

The hand rested on your cheek tucks the hair behind your ear and his hand lingers there, gently stroking before falling. Perhaps he realised how intimate this really was, private conversations behind shrubbery in the knowledge of Eren’s closest friend and trusted accomplice, his guard, Hannes.

Either way, Eren leads you by the hand and the heart towards a hidden stone staircase that sticks out of the wall, and with careful steps and a tight grasp of your hand, Eren helps you up. The daunting trip is also closely followed by Hannes, always one step behind, in case you should fall. You thankfully don’t, and the risk of danger is worth it by the time you reach the top, to where Eren has prepared for you both to sit.

This is a rooftop, near one of the pointed turret roofs of one of the towers to decorate his keep. Hannes stands near the staircase, respecting a well needed privacy between two betrothed and Eren pats a space next to him on the cool stone. Out of care, he wipes the stone clean with his hand, removing the thin layer of snow that once covered it and like dust, it falls from the sky to the floor below. Apprehensive, you slowly drop to sit next to him, copying his position of legs hanging over the small wall, heels staring down at the drop.

The view is worth it. From where you are sitting, the view of Ravens’ Keep is breathtaking. You can see for miles, gazing at the snow haze hanging over the Kingdom and the buildings whose lights shine through glassless windows, glowing like fireflies in the night. It’s like a painting, colours paid close attention to and the smell of citrus and snowfall, faint aromas of bread from the bakery near the keep. Eren observes your reactions to this freeing feeling of being on top of the world, and his chest tightens when you smile widely, a gasp leaving your mouth with a whip of air.

“It’s gorgeous,” you comment. Eren doesn’t look away.

“It is.”

Out the corner of your eye, you see his eyes on you. “I mean the view.”

“So do I,” he replies, and then you face him with raised eyebrows, a scandalised expression on your face. “What?” He laughs, “did I lie?”

“Sh,” you quip, and he laughs again. 

This he prefers, much more than the forced formalities of being royal. Eren likes it best when you’re you, the candid natural beauty unmissable. It’s the same thing he desired when he first saw you that day with your handmaid, the normal and informal squabbling he thought of as more endearing than insensitive, something he wished he could do with you somebody. It’s the same thing Eren likes most about you, the same thing he wants to see you do more.

He closes these thoughts as he looks away, staring at the glowing lights of the ceremony and the sight of the Kingdom that might one day be his. While his brother is now betrothed to marry the Princess of Hizuru, his fate as King of Ravens’ Keep remains uncertain. He might even move to the capitol when the war is over, and rule the entire country. That would leave Ravens’ Keep to Eren, and by extension, to you, and your future family. That thought makes him wriggle with nervousness.

“I think it’s starting soon,” Eren says suddenly. He sees a flame flicker, like they’re getting ready to release the lanterns. They do this every year for their birthdays; the people of his Kingdom will light silver and orange lanterns and release them to the sky, a rising parade of glowing lights to celebrate the birth and age of the princes, soon to be Kings, of the North. “I remember this from last year.”

“Oh?” You sit up, arching to peek at the courtyard. “I can’t see anything.”

“You will,” promises Eren. When you look at him, he grins and grabs your hand again, “You’ll love it, I promise.”

“I’m excited,” you confess shyly. “Everybody’s told me a lot about the ceremony for your birthdays.”

“Yeah?” Eren replies with a light laugh. “Have any of your memories come back, by the way? I know the last time we met, things were still unclear.”

“They still are,” you admit honestly, “but things are getting easier. I’m finally back to where I think I was before. It’s definitely less confusing.”

Eren laughs genuinely. “That’s good to know. I thought the idea of betrothed marriage disgusted you.”

“No, never,” you insist, shaking your head. “It was…a surprise, yes. But, it’s not so bad.”

The prince smirks playfully, “no?”

“No,” you tease. “I think it’s going to work out fine for me.”

You have no idea, but the sound of that fills Eren’s chest with joy, something so warm and tight and good that he almost wants to cry. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the lights engulf the courtyard, lanterns being prepared. He wonders if they’ve noticed neither of you are there, or if they care- maybe they know their son well enough to understand what he’s done, where he’s taken you and what he’s about to do. Just before the first royal lantern is lit and lifted to the endless skies of ebony, clustered by blinking stars, Eren’s fingers trace patterns on your skin and you pause, looking at him.

“My Y/N,” he starts, his voice unusually quiet and nervous. You try to meet his eyes but he ducks away.

“Yes?” you encourage, but he says nothing. You grasp his hand tighter, “Eren?”

“It is expected of me to like you,” he begins, and those starting words make you shudder cold, “and I’m sorry if this is…I don’t know…forward of me.” He sighs, gasping courage: “But I like you. So much.”

Your world pauses.

“And it would mean everything and more to me,” he continues with a deep and worried voice, “if you would take my hand. In courtship.”

When you say nothing, Eren fears that perhaps you might not understand. He swallows the lump in his throat: “Um, Hannes told me it’s also been called dating. We date. Like…a less intimate version of marriage, I think. Um-”

“I know what courting is,” you nod, unintentionally interrupting and his mouth opens to an ‘o’. He says nothing, feeling slightly embarrassed as time passes. His gut wrenches, he wants to cry and run away. But before he can do this, and before he can regret it, Eren feels your body warmth closer to his and his eyes focus, watching as you gently lean forward and kiss his lips.

It is so gentle, and so fleeting, and missed greatly when you pull away. Eren blinks, dazed, and as the lanterns in the courtyard are gently raised one by one in celebration of Zeke’s birthday, Eren leans himself forward as you join to kiss you again, one hand on his lap and the other cupping the side of your head, fingers in your hair, head in the clouds.

The sky is glittering and glowing with silver and orange, the sound of church bells and cheers in the Kingdom rising in the sky as they set off into the darkness. It is so beautiful, and peaceful as the colours engulf the sky, surrounded by the snow that falls lightly like a kiss, and in between each kiss comes the glimpse of silver from a lantern, the burst of life from fireworks that somebody is setting off deeper in the Kingdom. The colours are royal and gorgeous, reds and blues and whites and a bright gold, lost and missed between kisses as he closes his eyes, and yours, too.

Intimacy is sacred, something reserved for marriage, but after tonight, there is no way Eren can resist the urge and need to be with you. You fill a space in Eren that had otherwise been left empty and exposed, like a lost and found puzzle piece that completes the set. Eventually one hand on your head becomes two, and confidence inside Eren is ripped through when your hands grasp his wrists, bringing him closer, the need and lust and yearning for one another so absolute and passionate that even Hannes, who is still by the stairs, can feel the love. When Eren finally realises he is being selfish, stealing your sight of the highly regarded birthday celebration, he pulls away and rests his forehead against your own, catching his breath.

He could shy away when he opens his eyes and sees your own looking right back at him, but he does not. Instead he smiles, so brightly that he resembles the life in the sky, and my Gods, he is so breathtaking, so divine and regal and beautiful that it hurts. The truth now is that meeting Eren had been one of the biggest mysteries and accidents of your life, whilst also being the absolute completion of it. The sight of lanterns fills your eyes like a painting and Eren notices that Hannes is shuffling towards him, a lantern that he had fetched whilst you were otherwise occupied being thrust into his hands.

“Y/N,” Eren calls quickly, and you catch sight of the lantern in his hands and smile widely.

Down below, from the courtyard dazzled with lights in the sky, Lady Yeager turns in awe at the sight, in circles staring at the sky. She pauses on her second rotation, her eyes piercing to gaze at the turret near Eren’s bedroom; the sight of a lone silver lantern rising to the sky makes her heart burst with something new, something tight and relieving and warm. Everybody had noticed Eren’s absence, along with your own, and it wasn’t hard to put together the pieces.

She smiles, knowing better. Oh, to be young and in love.

#eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager imagine #eren jaeger imagine #eren jaeger x reader #eren imagine #eren #eren fanfic #attack on titan #aot #snk #attack on titan imagine #aot royalty au #mine #ittojean #jeanbie

[strawberrystepmom]

a trick, a treat, a few tweaks later and i am proud to present...vampire satoru gojo for @dateko! happy halloween and thank you for participating!

contains: NSFW, MDNI. cw period sex, cw blood. vampire!gojo x afab!reader. established relationship, cunnilingus, biting, he kisses reader after the act.

“Come on baby, don’t be shy.”

The unbelievably long, white lashes of the man resting his cheek on your inner thigh flutter innocently and you roll your eyes at his attempts to get you to give in to him. 

“Satoru, no. I’ve told you no enough times that you should get the point.”

He whines, burying his face against the softness of your thigh. One hand holds your right thigh open and the other plays with the edge of your panties, snapping the elastic petulantly and taking his chances putting his fingertip beneath the fabric. A gasp is all you hear from where his face is pressed when his fingers find what they’ve been so eagerly looking for - warm, wet, slick and dripping from your entrance.

Pulling his finger from your panties, he pulls his face from your skin and grins seeing the rich red liquid covering just the tip. He wiggles his finger so that the ruby red glistens in the light and you frown, wondering where he’s going with this.

“Yes, it’s blood. I’m currently going through a lot of it.”

All he does is smirk at your gawking, lifting the finger to his mouth and pressing it between his lips with an exaggerated hum of approval. You want to be horrified, repulsed even, watching him but instead you feel curious. Yanking the finger from his mouth with a pop, he licks his lips and looks up at you again, those same fluttery lashes working overtime as he begs you with his eyes to give him permission to try it straight from the source.

It’s not like it would be the first time he’s tasted your blood, it would simply be the first time like this. You look down at the spot on your thigh that he usually feeds from, right where your thigh and pelvis meet, and your skin burns as hot as your face simply remembering the look of utter delight on his face while biting and drinking his fill of you.

So you let curiosity get the best of you this time. Raising a brow, you tip your head to the side and Satoru lets his fingers travel again, resting against your mound beneath the cotton of your biggest, ugliest panties.

“Does it taste different than when you feed?”

He chuckles, a victorious and pompous sound, and you shake your head. He knows he has you exactly where he wants you, as usual, and his face lifts from the skin of your inner thigh to sink lower and be pressed against the same panties his fingers are beneath. He inhales and sighs dreamily, obsessed with the scent of you while you’re on your cycle.

It’s like his dream come true - you, a free flowing tap of your cherry cola blood, and a chance to make you cum as well. Why would you ever deny him such a pleasure?

“It tastes better,” he lies. It doesn’t taste any different but your blood mixed with the sweet slick that seeps from your cunt is something more delicious than anything he’s ever tasted when combined and he needs to sweeten you up a little bit. He has no issue doing that, fingers massaging your mound and thumb occasionally sweeping the top of your slit to press against your clit.

“Really? How much better?”

He laughs again, rubbing his chin over your covered pussy, watching your face twitch when he brushes against the spots he knows are sensitive and engorged during this time of month. Your hormones run wild, you smell utterly delightful, and you cum like you’ve never cum before when he fucks you on your period. It’s a perfect storm and his cock thickens just thinking about it, the tent visible in his sweatpants.

“Just watch, babe,” his fingers drift to the waistband of your underwear and he pulls them down enough to expose you to the open air, another deep inhale his reaction. His eyes flutter shut and he savors the moment, saliva filling his mouth and tongue running against the sharpened points of his canines. “Watch how much I like it.”

Eyes popping open, he looks down at the little blood stain coloring the front of your gray underwear red and contemplates sucking the taste of you out of the fabric itself. He thinks better of it, somehow hanging onto the tiniest thread of self control while he’s this close to getting what he wants, and dips his face to run his nose through your slit with a moan.

It feels amazing, you’re swollen and needy and already slick thanks to the blood, but seeing him with the very tip of his perfect nose colored red with your blood sends sparks through you. Your lower lip is immediately sucked between your teeth and you nibble on it, gaze locked on the soft white strands bouncing against his head while he runs his nose over your slit again. 

He pushes your right leg, spreading you wider for his consumption, and he groans at the sight of what’s in front of him. This isn’t a meal - this is dessert and he lifts his head from your pussy long enough to kiss the scar his bite has left on your inner thigh. He won’t be needing to use it tonight, the area still bruised and a little red from the last time. 

Kissing a trail lower, across your mound and pressing kisses to the folds of your pussy, he blessedly lets his tongue dip directly inside of you and he hums his approval. His lips slowly turn deep red and glossy with each lap of his tongue, letting the warm liquid cover it and fill his mouth. His teeth are red, his tongue is darkening with each taste and you can watch him gulp it down.

The show is merely beginning though and he uses the thumb and index finger of the hand not gripping your thigh and holding you open to spread your pussy to him completely, blue eyes practically sparkling as they drink in every inch of you. 

Sticky, bloody, beautiful - he could gaze forever and never get enough so he chooses to indulge rather than passively glance, tongue laving through your folds and over your lips. He loves how the hairs that cover you feel against his tongue, matted with spit and slick, and he lets his tongue lap lazy trails over your clit. 

You hum and buck your hips against his face, reaching down to bury your fingers in his wild hair, admiring the way the bottom half is utterly drenched with you. Your blood, thinned out by the slip of your arousal, covering his chin, his lips, his mouth. 

Why were you so apprehensive about this again?

“More, Satoru,” you demand and who is he to deny you since you are letting him have his way? Your hips buck and he closes his lips around your slippery clit, his tongue flicking at the sensitive bud in his mouth and the simultaneous sensation of suction and the licks makes you shout. He loves it when you do that, your head tipped back toward the ceiling and your pretty little mouth wide open, and he fights the urge to lift his bloody arousal covered finger and put it in your mouth just as he did his knowing you aren’t quite there in your acceptance of his desires.

A step at a time, he thinks. You’ll come around eventually. 

Your clit is mercifully released from between his lips with a pop and he licks over the entirety of you with the flat of his tongue, nose tracing along your thigh. His lips soon follow and they linger over his usual feeding spot, teeth aching as he pierces your skin and you yelp.

“You’re so greedy.”

Your teasing words come out as a breathy sigh, a jumble of words as the euphoria of his tongue lapping at the puncture wounds his teeth left behind washes over you. You’re used to this feeling, he says it’s some kind of strange reaction between your bond and the venom of his saliva and you’ve never questioned it. He’s the vampire, after all.

His tongue subsides the lapping and he finds his face once again buried in your cunt, tongue fucking your needy hole while he grunts and whimpers. He drills the muscle in and out, eagerly lapping up everything you’re giving him, and you feel yourself drift closer to your release. 

“Babe.” Your fingers remain tangled in his hair and you tip his face up enough to get another good look at the way slick, fresh blood coats his mouth and nose and it’s the last thing you need to send you over the edge - his eyes trained on every twitch of your body as you cum. You spasm and gush and he keeps his tongue right outside your entrance to soak up every last drop while he can.

He sits up, face sticky and wet and red, and you smile at him. Soft and sated, you untangle your hand from his hair and drag it down his handsome face, cupping his cheek in your palm. 

You sit up to meet him halfway and press your lips to his, too shy to let your tongue explore his mouth while he’s in this state but brave enough for just a little taste. His eyes flick down to your mouth and he smiles at the red that covers you as well.

“Delicious, right?”

Amusement dances in his eyes when you poke the tip of your tongue out for a taste, humming in surprise when it’s better than you imagined it would be. Salty from your arousal and a bit metallic from the blood, sweeter because of Satoru’s saliva. 

You get it.

“Not bad.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #thot-o-ween 2023 #monster mash 2023 #cw blood #cw periods #cw period sex

[jotarothekidsmissyou]

⁷/²⁹/²² ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ɴᴇᴠ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ~! ɪᴛꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ. ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴏɴ,ꜱᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴍʏ ɪɴʙᴏx (ᴊᴋ..ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ಥ‿ಥ).

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴇx, ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ

The final straw to any marriage is signing off your signature on divorce papers. The act alone is excruciating. Where did all that love go? The importance of wedlock is sharing life that long commitment together. Wanting to awake up next to that specific person everyday; no matter if it rained or snowed. But how come that wasn’t you? Why couldn’t you and your ex husband be able to celebrate your 50th year anniversary. Showcasing to the world that love still exists…

The day in which the divorce papers arrived was too cruel. It hurt knowing the fact he kept is word and filed for divorce. But it was for the best..Jotaro was barely home; he’s duty has a tentative husband and father fell by the waistside. The two of you tried to work things out but happiness never seemed like an option. He said it was a better and safer option if you guys got a divorce..you never knew what he meant by that..

You still kept your last name, Kujo, for Jolyne’s sake. It was set as a reminder that even though the two of you weren’t married anymore, you both remained as parents to your daughter. It was the least you could do. Regardless with all the pain, you were still in loved with him. You cared about his well-being, even though the two of you parted ways. Sometimes you stayed awake wondering if he ate or had proper rest. Just because the two of you legally were divorced didn’t mean those feelings have to dissipate. He made sure you and Jolyne lived comfortably in Florida, anything you guys needed he was able to provide. No different from when you were married to him.

Once a month he came to visit for a week. Jolyne treated his return like a celebratory occasion. Finally being able to see him instead of hearing his voice over the phone. Just like you, she missed him fondly but made peace with her parents being separated. The two of you got along effectively despite everything, saying it was best to have a mutual companionship rather than being spiteful. All for Jolyne’s best interest..right?

It was around 12 PM and you were finishing with the final details around the house. This week was one of those weeks Jotaro came to visit, and fortunately for Jolyne, she only had a half a day at school. Which was the cherry on top to a fulfilling day. Her parents “together”, good food and souvenirs all awaited her once she came home. The middle schooler had a pep in her step as she walked to the bus stop. You couldn’t help but to smile warmly at your daughter, relishing in the fact that she was happy. If she was happy you were happy, that’s all that matters, right?

Jotaro was supposed to arrive by 3pm, but by the doorbell ringing and no packages being delivered today, you knew it was him. You felt unprepared, you haven’t started making dinner, nor were you properly dressed to be in the presence of your ex. For a split second you paused like a deer in headlights questioning yourself, “Should I go answer the door?” For the second time the doorbell rang, and you immediately ran into the opposite direction where the door was. He wasn’t supposed to be here this early, nevertheless, you had to look your best. In the back of your head you felt stupid for doing this, what you already had on was appropriate. But something about being alone with your former lover frightens you. Majority of the time it was you, Jolyne and Jotaro whenever he visited, there weren’t many moments the two of you were alone. And if they did occur, the two of you would engage in small talk.

Similar to horror movies the door creaked open revealing a tall figure. At your eye level you stared at Jotaro’s chest, causing you to blush terribly once you met his gaze. 

“H-Hey,” You muttered. You think after all these years of knowing Jotaro you’d get used to speaking to him. But alas here you were, stuttering like a fool at his beauty.

“Hey..may I come in? I brought gifts,” In his right hand he held up two gift bags, ones in which Jolyne anticipated for. You moved to the side in a scurry inviting him into your home. As you turned your back to him you mentally gathered yourself, not wanting to make things more awkward.

“Sorry I haven’t started making dinner. Is there anything I could get you?” You asked, setting your eyes on the kitchen to avoid his gaze.

“I’m fine and besides I came a little early than expected,” 

“Yeah,” 

And there it was, that awkward silence. Was it going to continuously be like this until Jolyne came home?? You couldn’t bear a second longer of this. This whole ordeal wanted you to scratch out your eyeballs. You were alone with your ex whom you still had feelings for. Thus making your emotions run high.

“You know..one of these gifts are actually for you,” He said pointing at one of the gifts, breaking the silence. For the first time since he’s been in the house you had the courage to look at him. Your heart pumped hard in your chest, as you felt it in your ears. Those eyes of his were the perfect mixture of blue and green causing you to look deeper. You were like a sailor lost in sea, dehydrated, thirsting for water. How your quivering lips begged for a droplet of non salted water in the scorching heat. You felt as though you’re going to collapse, due to you neglecting your body‘s needs. That’s what it’s like whenever you looked over at him..

“Thanks I’ll open it soon,” It was one thing looking at him but it was a whole different story when you were standing next to him. You tried to not sound ungrateful, but considering how fast your heart was beating, you kept your distance. He wasn’t yours anymore..so why were feeling like this?

“Come here Y/n,” He called out to you desperately. Pretending you didn’t hear him you grabbed a knife and started cutting up vegetables. Each slice you cut it made a loud noise against the cutting board, drowning it any background noise.

“Please,” Jotaro called out once more. Repeatedly shaking your head no you bit your lower lip. All these emotions you kept sealed away were starting to unravel. You hated it. You hated how he arrived early to see you, you hated how he brought you something, you hated how he acted as though you two never gotten a divorce! But what upset you the most was..you were still madly in love with him.

 Your vision stared to blur because of the tears your eyes were gathering up. Mentally you cursed at yourself for not distracting yourself fully as you felt the knife being no longer in your grasp.

Jotaro placed his hand abdomen rubbing little circles to soothe you. Back when you two were married he would caress you like this to ease your stress. A gentle moment you both shared.

“I still love you,” You whispered with tears staining you cheeks.

“I still love you too,” He instantly replied kissing down your neck. “Let me make it up to you,”

-

Once the lock to your bedroom door was heard, you both clung on to each other. Holding the back of your head Jotaro smashed his lips hungrily to yours. Intertwining your tongue with his, neither of you fought for dominance. But rather, to savor each other with the little time you had. Out of breath, a thick string of saliva connected the both of you. As it resembled the bond forever linking the two of you as one. 

“Do you think we have enough time?” Jotaro painted, hinting at Jolyne’s early arrival.

“Yeah, we just have to make it quick,”

From the pocket of his pants he pulled out a condom. Thinking it was best to avoid little slip ups that could possibly put you both in an unexplainable predicament. However, you on the other hand thought otherwise. If you were going to have sex with him, and possibly for the last time, it had to be all or nothing.

“Im on the pill and besides I haven’t been with anyone but you,” You stated, implying for him to fuck you raw. His face softened and threw the rubber elsewhere.

“I haven’t either,” Jotaro aligned his pink tip at your entrance, opening your legs as far as they could possibly stretch. With one last kiss Jotaro entered inside you, stretching your aching walls to capacity. Your face twisted in a combination of pain and pleasure. Definitely this wasn’t your first time but it has been a while since you’ve taken his cock entirely. It burned, but it felt too good to tell him to pull out. Getting used to the feeling both of you stayed in that position, moaning in each other’s mouth, finally being reunited. Knowing your habit of squirming he pinned your hands above your head. You felt small underneath his massive body as he can do whatever he pleases with you.  However, that wasn’t the mood he was trying to set. Jotaro wanted to make love to you, an apology for all the times he’s disappointed you. 

Jotaro moved in and out, setting a slow pace. A couple of thrust in, and your thighs were already shaky, you felt every inch of him. Your cunt tightly swallowed him whole as he penetrated you balls deep. Your nipples harden against his grinding body, sending you into pure ecstasy. Jotaro didn’t change his pace, he just kept things nice and slow, while leaving love marks. 

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, sucking your upper neck. “You hate me don’t you?”

“I do,” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. The new position pushed him even deeper causing him to let go of your small wrist. 

“Shit,” He hissed. 

Now that he had all his strength and wasn’t multitasking, Jotaro could begin to really fuck how he wanted. The skin of slapping echoed in the room as he had you in a new position. You sat up between his legs enduring all the times he thrust his hips to yours. You bounced up and down his length whimpering at the praise he was murmuring.

“Be a good girl and look at me with those pretty eyes,” He suggested tracing his finger over your stomach bulge. 

“I’m so close~” You whined. 

“Me too,” Holding onto your hips, Jotaro quickened his pace. For the life of you, you held on, begging for him to cum inside you. And so he did. The orgasm hit you like a train. It was so intense. Jotaro cum filled you up even more causing some to drip down your thigh. After calming down from his high, Jotaro ran a bath, which he typically does whenever he’s intimate with you. You leaned back against his chest and enjoyed his company along with the warm water. Neither of you asked what this was, it was all too complicated.

“I’m so exhausted--“ Jotaro sighed before his eyes damn near popped out their sockets. 

“IMM HOMEEEE!” Blurted out Jolyne’s as she busted through the front door. 

“I’ll order a pizza,”

“And I’ll go greet her,”

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