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26 BIRTHDAY KISSES ★ CL16
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pairing: charles leclerc x gf!reader ( she/her )
summary: 26th birthday, 26 pictures of you and Charles kissing. A kiss for each year.
notes: i’m back from my birthday trip!! i wrote this birthday special in like 30 minutes and it’s still charles’ birthday in a couple of places so… i’m not exactly late! enjoy <3
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26 KISSES: A GALLERY
By your beautiful girlfriend, in collaboration with a lot of people but mainly Joris and ourselves.
1. DRUNK DANCING: A month after we got together, we were at Arthur’s 18th birthday. We got drunk, singing and dancing to the worst playlist in existence (Lorenzo’s) and, somehow, Arthur got to capture this moment I barely even remember.
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Taken by Arthur Leclerc, 2018
2. AUGUST 2019: Summer break, so sweet so loving. You made me promise that if you jumped off first, I would jump too. It took me fifteen minutes to follow after you. Also your kisses were incredibly salty.
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Taken by Joris Trouche, 2019
3. THE MONZA INCIDENT: I had red lipstick the night you won in Monza, you told me it looked pretty, I asked you to kiss me, you did. Fast forward 8 minutes it was all smudged over your lips, you were 10 minutes late to the post-race conference, and Sylvia almost banned me that night. (I’m still kind of banned from your driver’s room)
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Taken by Charles Leclerc, 2019
4. UNDER THE COVERS: 2020, what a crazy year. This one was taken the day we decided to finish moving in together. You were so excited, wanted everything to be perfect. Today I can say it is.
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Taken by Me, 2020
5. WORDS: We were spending Christmas by ourselves, we face-timed our families, had dinner and watched movies. You gifted me three beautiful words I, of course, said back… and we also got a puppy!
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Taken by Charles’ phone timer, 2020
6. OCEAN BREZEE: Just a small escapade to take a breath. You were so cuddly that day, Joris was so done with you (he still took the pic though)
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Taken by Joris Trouche, 2021
7. CUTE OR HOT: I just wanted a cute morning selfie but, because of you, we ended up in a…promising mood. It was intense that’s all I have to say!
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Taken by Me, 2021
8. KISS KISS KISS: 24th birthday, 24 kisses. This kind of became a tradition, let me know if you still want them this year!
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Taken by Me, 2021
9. DRUNK AF: How did we got so drunk? Ask Pierre, he was the one hosting. Either way we got another amazing photo of us drunk-kissing!!!
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Taken by Pierre Gasly, 2021
10. UNDER THE SEA: I’m just going to say that you and your ‘photo ideas 📸’ folder are attached by the hip. I personally love this one (even if it took half an hour to take)
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Taken by Joris Trouche, 2021
11. NEW YORK: Thought you could scape this one? Never! Arthur and I didn’t spend a week listening to your complaining for nothing, babe. You must admit that this kiss was magical, everything was so pretty that day. And then it started snowing!
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Taken by Arthur Leclerc, 2021
12. EXPOSED: Remember how our amazing soft launch got ruined by our trip to Ibiza? Well, here it is, the image we couldn’t stop laughing at when it came out, we really thought we were sneaky.
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Taken by unknown, 2022
13. HARD LAUNCH: A week later we were kissing on live TV. It’s one of my favorite memories, I couldn’t stop smiling.
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Taken by F1 TV, 2022
14. BACK KISSES: Just a picture of the morning after I learned that you can convince anyone, even the CEO of Ferrari, to allow you to leave sponsor events early. I really don’t know if you knew those kisses were there, but I woke up to this, took a picture and then left you with them until we took a shower.
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Taken by Me, 2022
15. SPONSORED BY AIRMAX: That time your team forgot to book us a flight and you had to ask Lando to ask Daniel to ask Max if we could go back to Monaco with them. I’ve never seen Max talk so much, Daniel laugh so loud or Lando taking so many pictures. He even asked to take one of us, here it is:
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Taken by Lando Norris, 2022
16. SIXTEEN: I bet you thought this one would have something to do with racing. Number 16. Sorry to disappoint but it’s our beautiful puppy…Sixteen! I’m not gonna lie, I still hate you for persuading me into that name. Anyways if you kiss the dog you kiss the mom!!
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Taken by Me, 2022
17. 25 KISSES: Again, tell me if you want those 26 kisses this year. Look at us last year!
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Taken by Me, 2022
18. NEW YEAR, SAME LOVE: Sometimes the world feels unreal when I’m with you, this was one of those days. I felt in another reality, the world slowed down, it was just you and me. I remember thinking “I fell in love with the right person” and then you kissed me.
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Taken by Joris Trouche, 2022
19. BLACK SUIT: Remember when your fans thanked me for your “new” outfits? They repeated it was the girlfriend effect, you couldn’t stop talking about how stylish you are with or without me!
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Taken by Me, 2023
20. PHOTOSHOOT: You got Joris to take these shots just because you wanted a new wallpaper. I thought it was silly, until one day all of them were hanging around our home. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Charlie.
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Taken by Joris Trouche, 2023
21. FIVE STAR CHEFS: Not much to say, just sorry for being so distracting and thank you for the amazing (stolen from Ferrari) dinner babe!
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Taken by Charles’ phone timer, 2023
22. RED LIGHTS: This year’s addition to our drunk-kissing collection. I remember you drowning shots with Carlos and Pierre, asking me to dance with you, absolutely failing at that, and then kissing me. After that there’s blurry ferrari red, giggles and a hot bath.
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Taken by Andrea Ferrari, 2023
23. LAZY IN BED: Wonderful lazy days by the ocean, that’s how we spent the summer break. That morning in particular you didn’t want to get up, basically gluing me to bed. We got up at 1pm.
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Taken by Me, 2023
24. JUST ONE QUESTION: Can I drive the purosangue now? Please please please
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Taken by Me, 2023
20. LOVER: This day I woke up thinking about those dreams we talk about all the time, you even remembered me a couple of them throughout the day. Charlie, I do want to do this for the rest of our lives, never forget it <3
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Taken by Arthur Leclerc, 2023
26. TWENTY-SIX: We are just 26 but I hope our story keeps on writing itself. I love you, these have been the happiest 6 years of my life. Happy birthday bébé ❤️
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Taken by Joris Trouche, 2023
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nanaslutt · 4 months
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hello, i hope youre good !
may you please write one day about y/n sending hot pics for satoru ?
sorry if I spoke something wrong, english isnt my first language :] take ur time and have a good day ! 💞
Your english is perfect ml, please enjoy! <3
Contains: fem reader, established relationship, sending nudes, phone sex, mutual masturbation, he talks you through it, praise, DIRTY TALK
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"I don't know Shoko.. I've never sent him anything like this before." You groaned into your pillow, your voice through the phone coming out muffled on her end. "But you want to right?" She pushed, making you raise your head up from the sheets and sigh, "I doooo." You huffed out begrudgingly. "Great! Problem solved, the pictures you sent me were hot, but not too revealing, so you can send him something like that for starters." She replied, making you blush at her compliment.
You had recently bought a new set when you went out with Shoko for a girl's day. You had practically ripped the bag in half when you got home so you could get it on your body faster. Once you had on the garment you were posing left and right, making sure to take some sensual pictures for yourself later. Your boyfriend; Satoru; had texted you in the midst of your shenanigans, telling you how he was on his lunch break, making an idea pop into your head.
You wanted to show your man how good you looked, but thinking about sending Satoru; or anyone for that matter; nudes? That made you a little nervous. You quickly dialed up Shoko, she always knew just what to say, she was your hypewoman after all. After a quick convo she had successsfully pushed you in the direction you truly wanted; that being sending your boyfriend risque pictures while he was at work.
"Let me know how it goes, see ya." Shoko's voice echoed through the phone speaker before the tone indicating the call had ended rang through the room. You took a deep breath and rotated yourself on your bed, flopping your back against the pillows, still dressed in the pretty set, while you scrolled through the pictures you had taken-- trying to pick your favorites.
You settled on three for starters, it was an easy pick, only taking you a couple minutes to assess the best ones for Satoru. The first one you were on your side, body laid across the floor sensually as your arm rested on your hip, giving the viewer's eyes full access to your body. In the second picture, you were on your knees, you had placed your phone on the ground and set it to a timer so you could lean forward, making your thighs crease at the top, as you used to squeeze your breasts together.
The last photo was your favorite. You were sat on the floor, your legs folded and spread, the sheerness of the panties leaving little to the imagination in the lighting, while your hand once again rested against your tit, pushing and groping it in your hand while the other took a picture in the mirror, your phone covering most of you face save for a sliver of a smile that peeked out the side of the phone.
Your heart was racing, you knew Satoru would like the pictures, and you're pretty sure he would find you attractive in a trash bag, but you digressed, opening the chat to your lover.
Satoru <3: finally on lunch, yaga brought donuts today!
The picture attached was of the white-haired man laying back in his chair as he held his shirt up over his stomach to reveal his somehow still toned, but bloated tummy, an empty donut box in the background. Something told you that the donuts might've been for the kids, but Yaga should've known that bringing sweets around Satoru without anything for him was a recipe for disaster.
You laughed to yourself as you shook your head before responding. The two of you bantered back and forth about the subject for a while before he asked you what you were up to right now, which gave you the perfect excuse to send him the pictures. After sending an ominous 'you wanna see?' text, you clicked on the three gold medal winning pictures and sent them his way. You bit your lip between your teeth as you watched the blue bar at the top of the screen slowly slide across it, indicating it was sending.
Seconds before the pictures had been successfully sent, Satoru had started typing back his own response, which made you nervous because it meant he was in the chat and would see the photos sooner. Which is what you wanted, yes, but it didn't make it any less nerve-wracking.
When the little ‘delivered’ popped up underneath your pictures, quickly followed by a ‘read’ you held your breath. The three dots that indicated his typing stopped, then started, then stopped again. Uncertainty filled your body, did he not like the pictures? Was he mad you sent them while he was working?
You were snapped out of your stupor when your phone started vibrating in your hand, Satoru’s contact picture and name lighting up the phone as it rang. You quickly answered his call, readying yourself to apologize for being out of line, but before you could do so you heard a loud drawn out groan resonate from the speaker.
“You’re such a tease.” He pouted on the other side of the line, “I only have 5 minutes left on my lunch break and you just made me so fucking hard.” He groaned, making you sigh in relief as you registered his words. “I’m sorry Satoru, I felt pretty and wanted you to see,” you faux apologized, biting your lip as you looked around your room.
“And you do look so fucking pretty baby, that’s the problem.” He sighed, spinning himself around in his chair while he stared down at his erect cock that was tenting up his pants. He looked over at the large clock on his wall, which he mainly used for decoration, before sighing into the receiver. "Thank you, Satoru," You blushed. "I was going to send them when you texted me that you were on your lunch but our conversation wasn't really.. in that mood" You explained.
You heard his signature laugh from the other end, "Baby, I don't care if I just told you the school got attacked by a hoard of curses, if you have sexy pictures to show me you better not keep them from me." You rolled your eyes, you both knew he was exaggerating and you would never do such a thing, but his words made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside still. "Sorry Satoru, is it too late to tell you that I took more than the ones I sent you?" You giggled, biting your lip when you heard him groan in response.
"Fuckk, please send me those pictures baby~" He wined, reaching over to his wireless headphones as he popped onto into his ear so he could still hear you while he oggled your pictures, he wouldn't want anyone to hear this conversation after all. You were one step ahead of them, the delivered notification once again popped up on your screen as you sent him three more pictures, all more risque than the last.
In one your back was arched in the mirror, showing off the pretty decoration on the back of the panties. Another, you completely abandoned the bra of the set, leaving the panties on as you covered your nipples with your fingers, and one of the same vein of you holding the phone over your body while you lay on the bed, your arm squishing your tits in the bra together while it cupped over your panty-less cunt.
"Oh you're trying to kill me, look at that fucking arch." He groaned, covering his mouth with his hand as he took in the photos. "Baby you look so cute in that last one." He complimented, making you blush and giggle as you whispered out your thanks to him. He looked over to the clock once more, it was a couple minutes over the time he was supposed to be back and teaching the kids, but he figured if he was already late, what was a couple more minutes?
"Answer that," Satoru instructed, referring to the FaceTime request that popped up on your phone from him. You accepted it quickly, pulling your phone from your ear as you slid the green button over, smiling fondly when his flushed face popped into view. "You're so handsome, Satoru." You complimented, feeling your stomach start to tie itself in knots with how debauched he looked from just looking at the pictures you sent him, he was so clearly aroused.
"Oh shit, you still have it on?" He said, biting his lip as he set his phone down on the desk in front of him, giving you a full veiw of his body as he leaned back once more and startaed rubbing himself over his slacks. "Satoru what are you doing?" You asked with a laugh, surely it had been longer than five minutes now, he needed to get back to teaching. "Shh baby, they wont miss me for a couple more minutes ill make it quick." You imediately picked up on what he was insinuating.
"Look at how hard I am baby, I can't go out there looking like this." He wined, tipping his head to the side against his chair as he looked at you with a pout. "You're gonna take care of me too right?" You asked, giggling before you set up your own phone on your bed, using some pillows to stabilize it. The white-haired man scoffed before he started unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, "Can't believe you just asked me that." He said, semi-faux offense plastering itself on his face, "Was there ever a time I've left you unsatisfied?" He asked, slapping his cock against his free hand when it was finally unobstructed from his too-tight pants.
You sat back on your heels and started massaging your tits in your hands, making the warmth in your stomach grow as you pretended to think, looking around the room as you hummed. "Oh, so you already forgot how I made you cum in under a minute before work yesterday morning?" He said confidently, beginning to stroke himself as he watched you push your covered tits together. "I barely have to touch you and you're a squirming mess, dont play with me." He huffed out a laugh, bringing his other hand down to massage his balls in his hand, really giving you a show.
"But you're not here right now, Satoru." You retorted, sliding one of your hands down your body slowly, making your way down to your cunt. "Maybe not, but just my words are making you all wet, huh?" He asked knowingly, pulling his lip between his teeth as he watched you tease yourself. You nodded, making him coo at you as you finally made it to your cunt as you started to rub small circles over your clit.
"Get comfortable for me baby, keep the set on." He instructed. You lay back against the pillows and spread your legs. The crotch of the panties had a little patch over your entrance that he couldn't see through, but every other part of the fabric was almost completely sheer, except for the fact that your wetness was seeping through them little by little and making them see through the more you teased yourself.
"Play with your nipples while you rub yourself baby." He groaned, trying to keep his voice relatively quiet as he was in his office. "This is so dirty." You giggled, following his instructions. You rubbed small circles against your panty-clad clit while you pinched your nipple through the fabric of the unpadded bra.
The two of you have tried many things sexually throughout the entirety of your relationship together, but somehow, have never thought of getting off together over the phone. When Satoru was gone on missions the two of you would send dirty messages back and forth, saying how bad you missed each other, but nothing to this extent. This was opening a whole new world for the both of you, and it would be something you would definitely do again.
"Good fucking girl. Goddd, what I wouldn't give to bend you over right now and fuck you into the bed." He groaned, his strokes picking up pace while he watched your body jerk and twitch under your ministrations. "Yeah?" You encouraged, rubbing yourself faster and harder as your cunt clenched around nothing, aching for him to fill you up.
"Yes baby, want you to fuck yourself back on my cock too, wanna watch your little pussy swallow up my dick." He continued, rambling as the wet strokes on his dick emanated louder through the room. "Pull your panties aside and touch yourself, gotta see your pretty pussy." He grit through his teeth, as he tried to keep his eyes from rolling back in his had. You did as told, pulling the fabric aside you exposed your twitching clit and pulsing hole, a string of your arousal that connected to the panties failed to excape his eyes, making Satoru's cock twitch.
"Touch yourself, baby, pretend it's me touching you." He groaned, letting his jaw drop as he watched your fingers come in contact with the little bud, beginning to rub quick circles against it, just like he always does. "L-like this Toru?" You asked, needing him to praise you right now. "Just like that baby, doing so good for me, so fucking perfect." He groaned, shaking his head back and forth as he watched your smaller fingers work yourself through your orgasm.
"Shit, wanna feel your cunt squeezing me so bad, can see her twitching." He whined, making you blush in embarrassment at how exposed you were. Satoru's leg started bouncing against the floor at how fast he was working himself up. "P-please, fuck me Toru', fuck me-" You whimpered, getting lost in the sensation as you tipped your head back against the pillows and dropped your other hand down to the opening of your pussy, slowly sliding them inside your walls and starting up a blissful pace as you curled them up towards your sweet spot.
"Yes fuck your pussy for me, baby, yesyesyes." The man rambled, his back beginning to arch off the chair with how close he was. The squelching emitting from your cunt was going to send him over the edge, he so desperately wanted to pull your inadequate fingers out and lick them clean before he replaced them with his own. "Faster baby, cmon, get yourself there." He begged, slowing his strokes against his cock to let you get closer to your orgasm so the two of you could cum together. "I-I'm fuck S-satoru- Right there- right there-" You moaned, losing yourself in your fantasy as you fucked your fingers harder and deeper into yourself.
"Yeah? Right there? You like when I fuck you right there?" He slurred, clenching his teeth together as he picked up his pace once more, beginning to fuck his hips up into his hand. "Yes Toru- G-gonna- gonna cum-" You wined, your voice raising in pitch as you dropped your chin down to the screen in front of you, watching the show he was so kindly putting on for you as the sight pushed you over the edge.
"M-me too- Gonna fill you up cutie- fucking- take it-" Satoru groaned, hot ropes of cum spurting from his dick as his torso curled in slightly, his abs clenching and body jerking with the force of his orgasm. He watched intently as you snapped your legs shut around your hand, he saw the muscles in your forearm moving, praising you for working yourself through it as wave after wave of your high crashed over you. "Good girl, good fucking girl." He praised, slowing his strokes on his cock as he worked himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm.
"S-shit" Your body relaxed against the sheets once more, your legs staying shut as you relished in the friction your closed thighs brought to your cunt as you came down from your orgasm. You heard your boyfriend giggle, dropping your knees down to the side you looked down at the screen and noticed that he was wiping his cock clean and tucking himself back into his pants. "Whew, 3 minutes, and I didn't even touch you." He praised himself, making you laugh and roll your eyes at him as you sat up to grab your phone in your hand and lay it against the side of the bed with you as you laid down.
"You could say the same for me too you know." you retorted, making him smirk. "Yeah, you could, made me make a huge fucking mess." He giggled, staring at you lovingly through the phone. "You look beautiful." He said, making hearts practically form in your eyes as you thanked him. "Clean yourself up before you fall asleep, I'll be home soon, okay?" He said, raising his eyebrows at you as he waited for your answer before he ended the call.
"Okay Satoru, hurry please." You added the two of you said your goodbyes, he blew you an animated-looking kiss before he hung up the call. You sighed, dropping your hand against the sheets as you smiled to yourself, you couldn't wait for him to get home.
After giving yourself a couple more seconds to lie there, you sat up, heading his words as you started to get yourself cleaned up. You paused in your ministrations when your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up as Satoru's name popped up on the screen. You decided to check his message before you left for the bathroom, your jaw dropped and your body tensed when you opened his message.
There was a picture of Satoru's impressive-sized softening cock that rested on his hand, his length and hand alike covered in his cum with a message attached. When did he even have time to take that picture?
Satoru <3: Keep the set on till I get home please~
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kjdkive · 8 months
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couple questions with vogue — jjk.
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summary: yn, world-famous model and jungkook world-famous artist are invited as a couple to answer some questions for vogue on a video. both known to be a chaotic couple are expected to show their competitive side.
pairing: idol! jungkook and model! yn (afab)
warnings: cursing, some dirty jokes? jungkook being the best boyfriend ever i want him so bad, third person narration
a/n: thinking about doing this for some other bts members but not really sure lol let's see how this one goes and go from there. also i used to be a wattpad writer and there we use — not " and i actually hate writing dialogues with " oh and also i mention a few things that are not true about jungkook but this is my universe and in this universe that happened yn happened
— hello, vogue! i’m yn and it’s so nice to be back here — yn says to the camera. 
— hello, i’m yn’s boyfriend, jungkook — jungkook says, smiling to the camera — i am also in a band but not that that matters. 
— i’m your fianceé, babe, remember? — yn lifts her left hand to show her engagement ring.
— she’s my soon-to-be wife, guys — jungkook giggles and stands up from his seat a little to give her a short kiss on her cheek.
— okay, my boyfriend’s humble as you can see but we’ll see if he’s a good boyfriend/fiancé because we’re gonna do the couple questions challenge! — an assistant hands her some cards with the questions on them — are you nervous, babe? 
— not at all, i actually think i’m gonna crush you — jungkook responds. 
— confident much? — yn asks. 
— dude, come on, let’s go, i’m ready. 
video cuts abruptly to the intro, showing a few pictures of the couple and jungkook’s seven playing in the back. 
question no.1 for jungkook: how did you first meet? 
— it was at a party in L.A. — jungkook replies — june 28th, 2017. she was wearing a black dress and her favorite manolo heels because she told me that the same night, also her purse from a special chanel collection because she told me it gave her luck. 
— it definitely did, baby — yn couldn’t stop smiling — it made me met you, so bless the chanel bag. so, answer’s correct! 
— ever since that night i fell in love and my band members were sick of me talking about her. 
— just want to say that it took him two months to ask me on a date — yn laughs — like i literally said no to a few guys in those two months because i was waiting for him to ask me out and when he did i just told him “finally, bro.” 
— you guys don’t understand, she was and still is too pretty for me — jungkook whined, making yn laugh — i thought she was gonna say no and also tell me that she doesn’t date ugly guys? 
— weren’t you literally like on the top 5 of the hottest guys of the world? — yn asks him and he stops. 
— i think i was? i don’t remember. 
— of course you don’t, darling. next question. 
jungkook: 1 
yn: 0
question no.2 for yn: who initiated the first kiss? 
— oh! oh! this one’s good — yn says — i did! and it was a mess.
— no, you didn’t — jungkook tells her. 
— oh, yes, i did because you were shaking when you grabbed my face and you literally froze so i was like “well, let ME do this” and then i was the one to grab your face and kiss you — yn points at him. 
— okay, fine, i did froze but you tasted like fish — jungkook starts — and although i love fish, tasting it from someone else’s mouth isn’t that delicious. 
— you had just taken me out to eat sushi! what were you expecting? — yn asks him — besides, you tasted like banana because you had to eat your banana dessert of course. 
— guys, if you ever go out on a date and you think you’re gonna kiss — jungkook looks at the camera — do not take them to eat fish or pasta because else they’ll get pesto on their teeth or their breath will smell like fish. 
— oh, right — yn laughs  — in one of our dates you got pesto on your teeth. 
— stop, i don’t wanna remember how you had to get me a tooth pick cause i couldn’t get it out — jungkook rolls his eyes and yn keeps on laughing at him — if your girl gets you a tooth pick, marry her, that’s what i’m gonna do in a few months — he winks at the camera and laughs at yn blushing. 
jungkook: 1
yn: 1
question no.3: which songs did jungkook write about yn? 
— now this is a good one because you always get confused — jungkook laughs — which songs did i write about you? 
— still with you, dimple, love maze, home, seven the explicit and clean version — yn winks at the camera. 
— babe! — jungkook blushes and giggles.
— oh, so you can be no.1 on billboard, mind you the explicit version but your girlfriend can’t talk about it? 
— don’t get off topic, finish the list — jungkook laughs again — and you’re my fiancée, not girlfriend. 
— okay, fine — yn moves on her seat — your part in my universe, dna, paradise, best of me, my you and that’s it. 
— WRONG! — jungkook yells at her and stands up from his seat to jump and laugh at her — you’re a loser! 
— jungkook, what? i got them all correct! shut up! 
— you forgot the one i have performed the most! — jungkook stands in front of the camera — vogue subscribers, my wife doesn’t love me. 
— oh my god! — yn yells — i forgot euphoria and jesus christ, jungkook, sit down now, stop being dramatic. 
— how dare you forget the amazing and unforgettable euphoria? 
— i’m sorry, my love, please forgive me for i have made an awful mistake — yn holds his hand. 
— i shall forgive you. 
— thank you, my king. 
— i love you — jungkook kisses her hand and doesn’t let go of it — but i’ll never forget this. 
jungkook: 1
yn: 1 
question no.4: what are the top 3 celeb crushes of yn? 
— this one’s so easy — jungkook says — it’s matthew mcconaughey, chris evans and bradley cooper but as his character in the hangover. 
— wrong — yn laughs. 
— yn, you know i’m not wrong, those are your top 3. 
— babe, you’re a celebrity too, you’re my no.1. 
— don’t lie, yn, i’m not your celeb crush. 
— yup, you’re right — yn gives up — he got the answer right, whatever, next question. 
jungkook: 2
yn: 1
question no.5: when jungkook first started as an artist, what did he do to calm his nerves when he performed? 
— I PRAYED — jungkook yells before yn can say her answer — I PRAYED AND I PRAYED. 
— he didn’t — yn looks at the camera with a serious expression. 
— YES, I DID — jungkook sits back on his seat — I DID. i did. 
— can you shut up now? — yn asks him — he used to- — yn gets cut off. 
— PRAY. HE USED TO PRAY. — jungkook yells again and all yn does is stand up from her seat and put her hand on jungkook’s mouth. 
— he’s licking my hand right now but i couldn’t care less — yn still had a serious expression — he used to touch his bandmates’ butts and when they would question him he’d say “nothing better than your butts, you guys!” 
— she’s wrong — jungkook says. 
— jungkook, ew, you left my hand freaking wet — yn wipes her hand on jungkook’s shirt — and yes, i’m right, you can call up jimin and he’ll tell you i’m right. 
jungkook: 2 
yn: 2 
question no.6: yn has a scar and has had a broken arm, how did both happen? 
— on her chin — jungkook replies fastly. yn nods and lifts her head to show up her chin. — that’s like the only one from an ugly accident the other ones are just her being silly cause she has some scars, blame of our cats when she tries to shower them and another one from when she was trying to make some chicken nuggets on the air fryer last month and she burned herself.
— he’s correct. 
— the broken arm… she told me she was playing outside when she was in kindergarten and she fell and broke her arm, she also told me the school didn’t call her parents right away and waited until her grandma picked her up from school but she took her to the hospital right away. sadly, they didn’t sue the school because they’re good people, the teachers weren’t. 
— that story is also correct. 
— ugh, so tiring being the best boyfriend/future husband out there — jungkook sighs. 
jungkook: 3
yn: 2 
question no.7: how many tattoos does jungkook have? which one was for yn? 
— jesus christ — yn says — i kid you not, jungkook doesn’t even know how many he has himself. 
— i don’t know the total number but i do have a close number, if she reaches it she’ll get the answer right. 
— fine, uhm, the eye he had before was my eye but i told him to cover it because it was done really bad like the eyelashes and the color were a mess but there are other ones about me, the thunderbolts and the flower on your elbow, right? 
— yes — he nods with a smile. 
— and i think, you have a total of 21? 22? with the new seven tattoo behind your ear i think so, yeah. 
— she’s not close in the number but she’s right about the tattoos about her — he smiles at her. 
jungkook: 3
yn: 3 
question no.8: what are yn’s favorite hobbies? 
— reading, learning languages and trying out new restaurants everywhere she goes. 
— that is correct. 
— she’s currently reading beach read but her favorite book is the portrait of dorian gray because my girl is into classics but they have to be a little gay; she speaks 4 languages those being english, italian, korean of course and french. the latest new restaurant she went was momofuko ko here in new york and she loved it.  
— i love you — yn couldn’t stop smiling as she got close to jungkook to give him a little kiss.
— i love you more — he said, after kissing her back. 
jungkook: 4 
yn: 3 
question no. 9: what is jungkook’s pet peeve? 
— damn, he has a lot — yn laughs — but i can name a few. 
— i don’t have a lot! 
— oh yeah? — yn asks and then turns at the camera — jungkook can’t eat if he notices people being loud while chewing but he is the loudest chew-er ever, he gets mad if whoever is driving doesn’t know how to park and oh! he despises when people walk slow but he had to be patient with me because i am a slow walker. 
— she’s really slow but since i love her i can be patient with her. 
— thank you, means a lot. 
jungkook: 4
yn: 4 
question no.10 (final question, decides the winner): if yn hadn’t been a model, what would’ve she been? 
— oh, my girl’s born to shine — jungkook holds her hand — because she wanted to be a UN ambassador when she was young because she loved learning languages. 
— oh my god, i did! — yn intertwines her fingers with jungkook’s — but i don’t even remember telling him about this. 
— you said that on an interview but you also said that to me when we were on one of our first dates — he smiles at her. 
— i did? 
— you said you saw it on tv — jungkook nods — and that you wanted to travel the world like them. but now you travel around the world as a model, either way you were gonna be successful. 
— reached full success now that i’m marrying you. — yn kisses him — i guess you won. 
the interviewer behind the camera asked them if they wanted to say anything else before finishing the video.
— my soon-to-be husband has released a song called seven, not that it needs promotion because the song's killing it but if you haven't listened to it you should, the song saves lives.
— yeah, i released a song, i wrote it and it was just for her — jungkook smiles — my girl is also releasing her own clothing line so make sure to check that out too — jungkook points at the camera — and before we finish i want to say i won, yn lost — jungkook looks at the camera with a serious expression — vogue subscribers, i am here to tell you again that yn is a loser and i will write on my wedding vows to always call her a loser until death do us apart. 
yn hits him on his arm and jungkook giggles.
— i hate you, jungkook. 
— i love you too, my sweetie cutie pie, come here.
jungkook brings her in for another kiss.
— thank you, vogue! see you next time — jungkook says while squishing yn's cheek with his own cheek.
— save me — yn mouths.
and the video finishes.
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Obey Me! Younger Brothers react to: Mc telling them "You look so handsome when you lie to me."
Other parts can be found here: Older Brothers Reaction
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Welcome! to another part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡
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Satan's reaction
Satan and Mc were hanging out in HoL's library, Satan was currently engulfed in a book, Mc had been reading, but a particular thought had caused them to stop reading. Mc couldn't stop thinking about the thought, they stare at Satan questioning if they should act on the thought or not. See Mc usually is one step behind Satan when it comes to flirting. Satan is a romantic he's constantly flustering Mc, Mc would like to make Satan flustered at least once! The countless times he's left Mc blushing and stuttering for some come back, its time for Mc's revenge!
Mc gives themself a pep talk and then clears their throat. 'Satan can I ask you a question?' Satan's eyes dart up from the book he'd been reading, as Satan makes eye contact with Mc, Mc can see his emerald eyes glisten under the library lights. Satan's practically beaming with curiosity, but he holds his composure well. Sending Mc a calm comforting smile before responding to their question- "By all means ask away, you've piqued my interest after all." Satan's calm smile is now more of a teasing intrigued grin, he unintentionally scooted to the edge of the seat he's sitting in. Almost looking like a teen girl about to hear about gossip. 'Would you love me more if I was a cat?' Mc knew the answer, of course Satan would, but Mc also knew Satan wouldn't say that to them, he wouldnt want to hurt their feelings. Satan teasing grin flaters and he is silent for a couple of minutes, Mc can practically hear the cogs in his brain turning as he tries to think of a response. "....Of course not.." Satan finally answers, though he sounds like he's lying or unsure. Mc can't help but smile at his answer, Mc's plan was working just as they thought it would.
'You look so handsome when you lie to me Satan.' Mc says with a grin. Satan goes to argue, he wasnt completely lying Mc wouldn't be Mc if they were a cat, but he quickly realized Mc called him handsome. Satan blushes and does his little ´how dare you fluster me` scoff, Mc can tell he is thinking hard of some response. Satan sits there mouth formed in a line as his brain cogs start turning into overdrive. How is Satan supposed to come up with a response to that? The smoothness of Mc's action makes Satan realize they've been planning this for weeks! They thought ahead and knew his answer before he even answered. Satan blushes more as he realizes hes been out done for the day, so he stands up and mutters a quick "..that was a good one..but I'll have a better one next time.." Before he rushes out of the library headed to his room to plot his revenge. Satan enjoyed hearing Mc call him handsome but he enjoys the fun flirting competition the two have going on more.
Asmodeus's Reaction:
Mc and Asmo we're hanging out and doing random things together like always. Asmo decided to snap a few pictures of the two together to put on his Devilgram. Just as anyone does when posting pictures the two go through the pictures taken together to find ones they both can agree to post. The pictures all look great, Mc and Asmo both are looking fantastic, but everyone can be picky sometimes when it comes to what kind of photos of themselves they want online. Asmo has a reputation to uphold as the Devildom's most beautiful demon, and Mc is a human..so human world standards can be life changing.
Asmo and Mc usually can choose a photo or a few photos just fine, but occasionally a small argument breaks out. As they go through the photos Asmo chooses his favorite, but it happens to be a photo that Mc doesn't like the way they look in. Asmo tries to make Mc feel better, reassuring them that they look fine, "..come on hon, you look absolutely stunning." Despite Asmo's best attempt, his compliments do not change Mc's mind, they are dead set on the photo he chose not being the one posted. Asmo being Asmo though he doesn't listen, he looks the best in that photo so he has to post it! Asmo "secretly" begins to edit the photo and prepare it to post on his Devilgram. Mc takes one glance at Asmo trying to hide his D.D.D and instantly knows he's trying to post the photo they said they didn't want posted. Mc sighs and asks, "Asmo are you posting that photo?" Even though they already know the answer. Asmo glances up from his D.D.D and gives Mc an innocent smile. "..I'm not posting any yet..I'm just scrolling on Devilgram." Asmo lies through his teeth, feigning innocence.
Mc shakes their head with a smile and says, 'you look so handsome when you lie to me Asmo.' Asmo's fake innocent smile falters and he blushes a little. Asmo instantly walks over to Mc to give them a hug as he says, "oh I'm sorry hon, but I look the best in that photo! You look amazing too! It's the perfect photo to captivate how amazing we look together!" Asmo says clearly still wanting to post the photo. Mc just sighs and says something like "you look handsome in any photo', unlike Asmo, Mc's compliments seem to do the trick as Asmo slowly begins to choose a different photo, one that Mc is okay with him posting to his Devilgram. It becomes a trick that Mc can use often if they have a photo they don't want him posting, just compliment him until he changes his mind. Bonus points if Mc specifically points out how good he looks in the photo they want posted.
Beelzebub's Reaction:
Mc had been saving a snack for a few days, they even hid it really well in the fridge! They are in their room doing R.A.D homework when they suddenly start feeling hungry, so they go to the kitchen to get their snack. When they get to the kitchen they aren't exactly surprised to find Beel in the kitchen already. Beel has his face stuffed with food as usual but he doesn't greet Mc like he usually would, instead he quickly turns away from Mc and even stuffs the wrapper of whatever he's eating into his mouth, proceeding to eat it as well. He cannonly eats literal plates so don't worry bout him. Mc was able to catch a small glimpse of the wrapper before Beel stuffed it into his mouth, and Mc is almost positive it's the wrapper to the snack they had been saving.
They couldn't really be mad at Beel, he gets hungry man, but they still pretend to be upset. They cross their arms as they stare at Beel suspiciously, '..Beel what're you eating.?' Mc asks, even though they pretty much already know. Beel's face flushes red out of embarrassment and he continues to be turned away from Mc, "...nothing.." Beel says with a mouth full of food, the poor mans is just making his case worse. Mc has to fight off a smile, still trying to pretend to be upset, the give him an even more suspicious and fake stern look, '..you wouldn't happen to be eating my snack would you?' Mc asks knowingly, basically resisting the urge to bust out laughing, they couldn't though, they had to execute their plan. Beel swallows before glancing Mc's way, the crumbs of Mc's snack is still on his face, making it obvious that he's the culprit. "...no...it was something else.." Beel mutters quietly, not even making eye contact anymore, probably the worst liar out of all the brothers.
Mc smiles at him knowingly while saying, 'you look so handsome when you lie to me Beel.' Beel's face immediately flushed a dark shade of red, if he still had the food in his mouth he probably would have choked in Surprise, he enjoys mc calling him handsome, but unlike his brothers he mainly hears Mc calling him out on lying. "...I'm sorry Mc..it just looked so good..I'll buy you a new one.." Beel says apologetically, looking at the ground like a puppy who got caught in the trash by its owner. Mc just laughs and shakes their head while saying, 'its okay Beel I'm just teasing, how about we both go out and get a new one together?' Beel seems to like that suggestion as he smiles widely and mutters something about "food is always better when eating with you, Mc." So, the two head out to get a snack, they end up with lots of snacks because Beel got hungry on the walk to the store, but both Mc and Beel had a good time together.
Belphegor's Reaction:
A new movie has come out in the Devildom, Mc is super excited to watch it, and Mc specifically said they are excited to watch it with Belphie. Belphie isn't particularly fond of the type of movie it is, but he wants to make Mc happy and sees it as an opportunity to rest his head in Mc's lap and nap. The two get set up in Mc's room to watch the movie together, they have snack, blankets, all the necessities for a good movie night together. Belphie even promised Mc that he would stay up and watch the entire movie with Mc. The movie starts and Belphie stays awake for awhile, barely even watching the movie, just being up soc wouldn't be upset. However as the movie gets to the half way mark it becomes increasingly hard for the Avatar of Sloth to stay awake. The movie was honestly a little boring and Mc's lap was just so comfortable! Belphie tries his hardest to stay up, he promised Mc after all, but as the movie continues to drone on he decides it might not be that bad to just rest his eyes a little. Belphie figures Mc will be paying too much attention and won't even notice so he could nap for a few minutes and then get back up without Mc even knowing.
He was wrong though, as soon as he closes his eyes Mc notices. 'I thought you were going to stay up and watch the whole movie with me?' Mc asks confusedly, Belphie had promised and all. Belphie gives a half-assed response, not even opening his eyes, "I am staying up, I'm just resting my eyes not sleeping" Belphie mumbles, you can hear the tiredness in his voice. Mc sighs and allows him to lay there for a bit "resting his eyes" while they continue watching the movie. After a few minutes Mc glances back down at Belphie resting in their lap, Mc figures Belphie is probably asleep so they quietly ask, 'are you sleeping yet?' Belphie grumbles in response, pushing closer to Mc's body and not opening his eyes, "no. I'm not even close to falling asleep" Belphie says, though he's completely lying, you can tell by the sound of his voice that he's about to fall asleep at any second.
Mc laughs softly at the sloth demon's determination to pretend to not be falling asleep, Mc smiles down at the half asleep demon and says, 'you look so handsome when you lie to me Belphie' Belphie was about to fall asleep until he heard Mc's statement, he shoots up staring at them with hazy tired but wide eyes, his face instantly starts to heat up due to being flustered by Mc's statement. Belphie embarrassed and flustered grumbles in response, "I wasn't lying. I wasn't even going to fall asleep." Belphie was still lying, he didn't want to admit he was sleeping and be teased or flustered by Mc even more. Belphie changes his position instead of laying on Mc's lap he sits next to him and rests his head on their shoulder, but for the rest of the movie he is up and actually watching the movie. Belphie would never admit it to Mc but that was one of the first times something's ever woken him up that fast and made him feel that energetic, he was able to stay up for awhile afterwards in all honesty. So even though Belphie won't tell Mc he likes hearing them call him handsome, Mc should definitely do it again.
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cringe-but-proud · 2 months
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Hey! Can I request a Willy Wonka x reader? I don’t know if you’ve ever read the Anne of green gables series but there’s a dialogue where Anne tells Gilbert “I don't want sunbursts or marble halls, I just want you.” and if you can, can you put that in with fem reader saying this to Wonka when he’s worried he won’t be able to make it big from just starting out and providing for them with all his setbacks and of course it’s all fluff and soft?
"Yes anon." The fanfic writers all say in unison.
Willy Wonka x gn!Reader (Wonka 2023)
A/n: Since Valentine's day is coming up, I sort of made this post themed around that. My requests are open 🤠
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Willy had been very self conscious lately. Which was not something he was very used to feeling.
It all started one day when he'd overheard a couple men having a conversation on the street. They were talking about the lavish gifts they planned to give their wives for Valentine's day. Diamond rings, expensive dinners, personalized portraits, on and on.
Before then, he'd had no problem with his plan of giving you flowers, chocolate, and a card. But, now? That felt like nothing compared to what other guys were doing for their significant others.
His insecurity grew from there. His chocolate business had only just started out, but he felt like he wasn't making enough money. That's why he couldn't get you a fancy gift. And if he couldn't get you a fancy gift then how would he ever be able to even support you? You'd never want to marry him if he couldn't support you.
His insecurities snowballed until he was absolutely dreading February 14.
The day arrived and saying Willy was nervous to see you was an understatement.
The two of you had agreed to meet at your house. He knocked on the door, his heart racing and his hands feeling a bit sweaty. When you opened the door he swallowed nervously.
You smiled at him sweetly. "Hi, Willy!" You wrapped your arms around him in a hug and he relaxed a bit. "Happy Valentine's day!"
"Yeah, happy Valentine's day."
You pulled back from the hug and led him inside. "Can I give you your gift first?" You asked excitedly.
"Uh- Sure. Yeah." He sat at your kitchen table and watched as you left the room, seemingly to retrieve the gift.
"Close your eyes." You instructed. He did as you asked. After a moment he felt your presence behind him as you put your arms over his shoulders to hold something in front of him.
"Now open."
He opened his eyes.
In front of him was a framed picture. It was his favorite picture of the two of you. When it had been taken, Willy insisted that you kept it.
"I made the frame myself." You said with a proud smile. "Turn it around." He flipped the frame to see a heartfelt love poem on the back.
"This is amazing." He gushed, smiling as you sat next to him at the table. "Thank you." He pecked your cheek and you giggled.
The sweet moment was soured a bit when he realized he had to give you your gift now.
He handed you the bag your gift was in mumbling a quick "It's not much." as you eagerly looked inside.
First, you pulled out the chocolates. They were in a heart shaped box with a card attached.
You read the card before opening the box of chocolate.
"About half of them are your favorites, and the other half are ones I think you'd really enjoy." He says as you popped one into your mouth and let out a satisfied hum.
"I'm sure I'll love them all." You said as you reached into the bag and pulled out the bouquet he'd gotten you.
"I grew those for you."
"You grew these for me?" You repeated, astonished he'd put in that much work for you. "Willy, I love them!"
"You don't have to say that." He shakes his head.
You tilt your head, confused. You gently put the flowers on the table with your chocolates. "What do you mean?"
"You don't have to pretend you love the gift." He shrugged. "I know you've probably gotten flowers and chocolate dozens of times before, and I know it's not extravagant or-"
"Willy." You say his name softly. He gives his attention to you. "Why would I not love this gift? You made me my favorite chocolate! You grew me flowers! That's so romantic!"
"But..." He trailed off, looking away nervously.
"But, what?" You asked.
He paused. "It's not expensive, or fancy, or... Any of that stuff."
"Why would I care about that?"
"Because-" He felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. "Because if I can't even give you a nice gift how am I supposed to buy you a wedding ring, or a house, or pay rent? How am I supposed to take care of you?"
You blinked. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You'd never heard him be this distressed over anything.
After a moment, you gently cup his cheek with your hand. He gazes at you with his big, brown eyes that are wet with tears and it breaks your heart a bit. "Willy... I don't want sunbursts," you say. "I don't want marble halls," you continue. "I don't want diamonds, or pearls, or any of that!" You pause. "I just want you."
Willy's speechless. He stares at you for a moment and then his lips crash into yours.
The two of you share a sweet kiss for a long moment until you break away. "I love you, okay?" You assure him softly.
He nods, a small smile on his lips. "Okay." He says. "I love you too."
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pulisicsgirl · 1 year
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take the pain away - mason mount
summary: Y/N gets hurt, and Mason is immediately at her side, doing anything he can to take the pain away
pairing: Mason Mount x reader
word count: 3.1k
warning/tags: hurt/comfort, mentions of an injury, sickeningly sweet, tooth-rotting fluff, established relationships, also I wrote this in an airport and it all feels like a fever dream, so tbh I have no idea what any of this says... enjoy!
requested: yes!!
notes: here is another request! so sorry it took so long to get out - nursing school has been kicking my butt these last couple of weeks. thank you so so much for requesting! (and I'm already working on your other one :) )
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It was a beautiful day at Cobham as you stood pitch-side, a rare warm March day in London. Your camera was raised to your face as you watched the Chelsea boys practice through its lens, snapping a few photos. Due to the nicer weather, both the men’s team and the Academy players were outside training in the afternoon, and you had jumped at the opportunity to get a few photos that could be used later on Chelsea’s Instagram.
These were your favorite days, when you got to spend time around the teams, watching them interact and doing your best to capture the chemistry between them with your camera. It surely beat the alternative: spending the day indoors, in a corner office, your time consumed by editing photos and sending various emails.
Plus, you would never turn down getting to watch your athletic boyfriend work his magic.
You panned your camera to the left, catching a few of the boys standing in line to wait their turn for a shooting drill that Potter was having them run. Your lens found Mason standing in the back of the line, and your heart fluttered as he looked straight at you, pulling a silly face to try to make you laugh.
You dropped the camera from your face, giggling slightly as you pressed a couple buttons to look at the pictures you had taken. Maybe you would keep those for yourself.
You looked back up at him, shaking your head slightly at his antics. Mason, with a satisfied grin on his face at succeeding to make you laugh, turned back to the line of boys in front of him, bouncing on his toes to prepare to run the drill.
After a few more minutes, Potter divided the boys into three groups, running a new drill with only a couple of the groups at a time. This left one of the groups to take a short rest, and Ben and Kai approached you, after grabbing their water bottles, to greet you.
One of the things that you loved about both working for Chelsea and dating Mason was that you had developed a close friendship with many of the players, having been able to hang out with them outside of work more and more as time went on.
Ben greeted you with a short pat on the back, refraining from hugging you so he didn’t get his sweat on you (which you greatly appreciated). Kai placed his hand on top of your head, ruffling your hair as he laughed mischievously. You scowled at him playfully, attempting to fix your hair as they began asking how you had been recently. You quickly got lost in conversation with them, raising the camera to your face intermittently to get a few photos of the boys still on the pitch.
Behind you, the Academy boys were practicing, running a scrimmage before they concluded for the afternoon. With your back to the group, you hadn’t seen the Academy player dropping to the ground in a slide in order to keep the ball in-bounds. You hadn’t seen the way that he misjudged his speed, sliding far beyond the ball and the sideline of the pitch, right toward where you were standing.
Ben and Kai saw it, though, as if it was happening in slow motion, but still too quickly for them to do anything about it. The only warning you had was a split second where the their eyes both went wide, reaching their arms up to try to pull you out of harm’s way. They tried to shout a warning to you, but it was too late.
The young boy slid into your ankles and you heard a sickening crunch as he knocked you to the grass.
Mason’s head whipped around quickly as he heard you cry out, a chill rushing down his spine as he immediately recognized it as your voice. He saw you on the ground, along with the Academy player as Ben and Kai rushed to your side.
You were confused—disoriented to say the least. Your back had hit the ground abruptly, knocking the wind out of you and leaving you gasping for air. You saw the boy getting up to his knees next to you, rushing out some apology you couldn’t focus on. You saw Ben drop to his knees at your side, and it felt like your head was spinning. You tried desperately to regain your breath, draping your arms over your face as you lay on the ground.
It was then that the brief rush of adrenaline wore off, and the pain set in quickly. A shooting pain tore through your right ankle, causing you to cry out again. In the frenzy of the whole thing, you could hear people trying to speak to you, but they seemed distant, and you couldn’t make out anything that they were saying. You grit your teeth, hating that there were so many people here to see your vulnerable state.
A pair of hands on your sides grounded you back to reality, and you moved your arm, squinting against the sunlight to see that Mason was at your side, kneeling next to your face. His eyes were wide with concern, and his voice started to pierce through the ringing in your ears.
“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay.”
You tried desperately to blink back the tears you could feel springing to your eyes. In most any circumstance you refused to let anyone see you cry, determined to maintain a tough exterior, but the throbbing in your ankle proved to be more than you could handle.
The Academy player that had tackled you was now on his feet, still desperately trying to apologize for his actions. Mason turned and shoved him away from you, shouting something about backing away from you. You saw Reece grab the boy by the shoulders and talking quietly to him, no doubt trying to defuse the situation while also reversing any damage done by Mason’s shouting. He was, after all, just a kid, and he hadn’t intended to hurt anyone.
“Mase, please.” You grabbed a fistful of his training shirt, bringing his attention away from the young player and back to you. He looked back at you, his eyes softening as he heard you whimpering in pain. He helped you sit up halfway, pulling you into his chest. You buried your face in his neck so that no one could see the tears that slid down your cheeks, still holding his shirt tightly in your fist.
Mason slowly stroked his fingers up and down your arm in an attempt to soothe you as Ben explained what had happened. Your leg was still throbbing, leaving you unable to focus on anything that was happening around you. Mason pressed a kiss to the top of your head, whispering soothing words in your ear. He desperately wanted to take the pain away from you, but he didn’t know how.
You felt Mason’s muscles tense up, as he suddenly felt that there were too many people crowding around you. “Everyone back up!” he shouted, startling you. “Back up! Give her some space!”
Several people took a couple steps back at his sudden outburst, but Kai rested a hand on Mason’s shoulder to calm him. “They’re the physios, mate. They’re trying to help.”
When Mason lifted his eyes, getting a better look at the two individuals who were now coming to your side, he realized that Kai was right, recognizing the physios from times that he had spent in recovery after being injured.
One of the physios, a middle-aged woman with a reassuring, gentle look in her eyes, told you she was going to take your shoe off and waited for your short nod before she began undoing the laces.
Mason’s heart clenched in his chest when you gazed up at him with red-rimmed eyes. He did his best to give you a comforting smile, despite the sickening feeling in his gut at seeing you in so much pain.
The physio did her best to removed your shoe without causing you any more pain, but the slight movement of your foot still caused you to whimper out in pain. You grasped Mason’s bicep, and he hissed slightly as your nails dug painfully into his arm, but he didn’t dare to let on that you had hurt him.
When your sock and shoe were both removed, Mason could see that your ankle had already become swollen, beginning to flush a deep shade of purple.
“We’ll need to bring her up to the facility and wrap this,” the physio spoke, more to Mason than to you. She placed a hand gently on your knee, trying to bring your attention to her. “Do you think you can try to walk on it? I don’t think it’s broken.”
You nodded, trying your best to be tough. You let go of Mason’s arms, and he untangled his arms from around you, moving to stand in front of where you were sitting. You took his hands, letting him pull you to your feet as you kept all of your weight on your left leg. The breeze chilled the thin layer of sweat that had formed on your neck.
Mason still held tightly to your arms, standing in front of you and intensely watching your eyes as you tried to settled your foot to the ground, putting some weight on it. Your face contorted in pain immediately as a shooting pain radiated from your ankle up your leg, and your knee gave out. Mason was quick to catch you before you fell. You shook your head vigorously, letting out a quite “I can’t”.
Mason swept you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style as he followed behind the physios and walking as gently as he could so he didn’t cause you any unnecessary pain. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you instinctively buried your face in his shoulder again, finding comfort there.
When you finally made it into the training facility, Mason followed the physios into the treatment room, setting you down on a cushioned table so they could wrap your foot. You noticed then that Ben had followed you all inside, carrying your shoe and camera, which had, remarkably, remained unharmed in the clash. You smiled at him in thanks, and he walked over to you on the side that Mason wasn’t standing to give you a short hug and a kiss on top of your head before he went back out to rejoin training.
The whole ordeal had drained you of any energy, and you let out a sigh as you dropped your head onto Mason’s shoulder. The pain had faded slightly, into a dull throbbing, and his fingers rubbing gentle circles into your back was helping to calm you.
“You doing okay?” he whispered, checking in. Your eyes slipped shut and you nodded into his neck, too tired to say anything in reply.
The physios looked over your ankle, deciding it wasn’t a break, but rather a very bad sprain. They gave you some pain medication, put your foot in a boot, and instructed you to take it easy for a couple of days before you returned to your normal routine.
Mason took you home, waiting hand and foot on you for the rest of the day. He even took the next day off of training to look after you, despite your insistence that he didn’t need to. Though the pain had been miserable, you couldn’t pretend you didn’t enjoy the extra attention that Mason gave you as a result of your injury. He was already a very touchy and affectionate person, but it had been dialed up to 10 ever since that day at Cobham.
That Friday, several days after your injury, Kai and Sophia were hosting a game night at their place. The boys didn’t have a game that weekend, and they wanted to use it as an opportunity to get together and just spend a chill night hanging out.
After reassuring Mason numerous times that you were still up for going, the two of you walked into the house, you wobbling slightly as you were still getting used to walking in the boot. The room erupted with noise as everyone shouted greetings as you entered. Several of the boys came over, patting you on the back or pulling you into a hug, saying how they had missed seeing you at Cobham since your injury. Your heart swelled with affection as you returned their hugs. Sophia came over, pulling you to the couch so that the two could catch up while the boys were talking to Mason.
The night went on, and you learned several new card games and board games. Being with everyone did wonders to lift your mood after a fairly dull week following your injury. Mason was still attentive, constantly touching you in some way at all times, whether than was an innocent hand on your thigh, or an arm wrapping securely around your shoulders and placing a kiss to your forehead every couple of minutes. But you could tell that he was glad to be out with his group of friends.
The rest of the group didn’t miss the extra protective air surrounding Mason as he kept an eye out for you the whole night. It was endearing to see how much he cared about you and the comfort that seemed to wash over him at being able to have you around with the rest of the team again. None of them had ever seen Mason be this way with any other girl—you all definitely had something special. But although they were happy for him, it didn’t stop the boys from poking fun at him periodically for it anyway.
The evening continued, and you began to grow more tired, but you refused to say anything to Mason because you truly didn’t want to leave.
Sophia brought out a new game as the time passed 11 pm, and the game night was showing no signs of slowing down. You opted to sit this game out, waving it off when Ben asked if you were alright.
Despite your best efforts to hide your exhaustion, Mason still noticed, ever the attentive boyfriend. He leaned back on the couch, wrapping his arm gently around your shoulders as Kai and Sophia set the game up on the table in front of you. You sighed in content, resting your head on his shoulder.
You closed your eyes as Mason pressed a kiss to your forehead and mumbled a short, “you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” you nodded, turning so you could look him in the eye.
“Are you sure? Do you want to go home?” you could still see the concern in his eyes as he searched your face.
“No, no, I’m okay, really,” you smiling to try and reassure him. “I promise.”
Mason searched your face for a moment more, seeming to finally accept your answer as you laid your head back on his chest. He turned and continued talking with Ben, and as you looked back toward the table, Sophia held your gaze with a knowing look. She grinned at you, and you felt the blush rushing into your cheeks. You hid your face in Mason’s chest and suppressed a giggle.
Despite having been in a relationship with Mason for several months, he never ceased to make you giggly and giddy with his affectionate gestures. Sophia was always the first one to tease you about how flustered he made you.
The game night resumed as soon as everyone understood the rules, and you untucked yourself from Mason’s side so he could lean forward to play the game. You sat quietly, content to watch as everyone else played and joked with one another. But the longer you watched, the more your eyes began to droop. Like there was a magnet pulling you, you felt drawn toward Mason as you began to slump over from exhaustion, and you laid your head on his shoulder blade. Without turning from the game, he reached behind him, pulling your arms so that they were wrapped around his waist.
You held to him tightly, soothed by his breathing and the sound of his soft laughter every now and then. Mason kept one hand on your arms, where they met in his lap, stroking his thumb softly over the back of one of your hands.
After several minutes of silence from you, he grew suspicious of the fact that he hadn’t felt you move in a while – not even a slight shift.
“You doing okay back there, Y/N?” he asked softly.
He was met with no answer. He furrowed his brow, turning his head to look at you, but he couldn’t move far enough to see your face without shifting you.
“Y/N?” he repeated.
“I think she’s asleep, mate,” Ben commented, sitting on your other side, where he had a clear view of your face. Your cheek was slightly squished from where it was pressed against Mason’s shoulders, lips parted as the muscles in your face relaxed completely.
Mason couldn’t help the warmth that flooded his face as he unwrapped your arms from his waist, pulling your legs so that they draped across his lap and he could hold you in his arms. He kissed the top of your head as you stirred before settling into his side.
“You lovebirds can’t keep your hands off of each other, can you?” Kai teased, grinning at the smitten look on his friend’s face.
“Oh, give it a couple years,” Ben chuckled from the other side of the couch, jumping at the opportunity to get under Mason’s skin. “They’ll be sick of each other soon enough.”
Some of the guys laughed at his remark, knowing he didn’t mean it at all. Mason just kept looking down at you as you laid on his chest, a loving look in his eyes.
“Nah, a couple years from now, I’m gonna marry her,” he replied matter-of-factly, not an ounce of hesitation in his voice. The rest of the group smiled, silently coming to the decision to let you all be and continue playing their game.
With your face tucked into Mason’s chest, he couldn’t see the smile that curled your lips as you heard his words just before you fell back to sleep.
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dumb-and-jocked · 6 months
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Simply-Driven
Part 1
Thanks to the splendid @sjw-publishings
“Look, I’m gonna try and find the other guys, is that ok?”
“Sure babe, but don’t take too long.”
Jonathan and Mickey Hockley surely were not the favorite couple in the new neighborhood. When they had originally toured the place, they hadn’t asked much about the neighborhood. The president of the local association had said it was a great place to live, and they had taken the Asian-American dad’s word very seriously. What they hadn’t realized was that he had meant it was a great place to live for other simply-driven Asian-Americans. 
Jonathan and Mickey were the only white couple in the neighborhood, a surprise to the two who had primarily grown up without much minority exposure. They were excited for the opportunity to grow and learn though. They were also the only gay couple in the neighborhood, but that didn’t come as much of a shock. That being said, the backhanded comments and not-so-subtle homophobia were quite the displacement. None of the neighbors seemed to enjoy their company no matter how hard they tried. So when they were invited to the local festival in the neighborly newsletter, that was what shocked them most of all.
And now Jonathan and Mickey were here. Jonathan, the obvious physical top but once-you-got-to-know-him obvious bottom wasn’t able to see any of the neighborhood dads through the crowds even with his tall stature. If he was being honest though, most of the other men were of Asian-American descent. It was almost like a Comic Con for boringly average dads. Mickey, the obvious physical bottom but once-you-got-to-know-him obvious top needed to use the restroom badly. So the two split with Jonathan quickly finding all of the other neighborhood dads. They stood just outside of the festival by the food court, all in their matching patterned button-ups forming a line for a picture.
“Oi Brother!” one of them called.
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Jonathan immediately recognized it to be Brian Wong, one of the younger fathers in the neighborhood. Self-consciously, Jonathan felt his heart flutter at the adamantly-normal-yet-unusually-attractive dad asking for him. “We need you for the neighborhood dads photograph, stat!”
The gay guy wanted to politely decline, but he had to admit, all the men–while seemingly carbon copies with slight variations in attire and features–were ever so hot. He knew his short-shorts and easy tank (and white skin) would make him stand out, yet he couldn’t help but feel drawn in. He just had to grab Mickey first. Before he could make a move however, a couple of dads paternally guided him over to his spot.
“But wait…” Jonathan protested. “What about my hus…hus…”
Brian patted him on the shoulder, helping him sink into the crowd.
“Dude, just think of me as your best man, bud. Everything will clear up in a moment.”
Jonathan shook his head, “What?”
Suddenly, Brian flashed his camera. The light disoriented Jonathan, causing him to forget what he had been talking about.
“Brotherly group hug, men!”
The neighborhood dads immediately slung their arms over one another’s shoulders. Jonathan could feel the body heat being transmitted throughout the connection to him. Gentle yet tight grips onto his shoulders, back widening to accommodate the fatherly mass placed upon him, shoulders rolled back at ease like another man of the crowd.
They were all side by side, and for some reason all this homoerotic heterosexual energy incredibly aroused the gay man. But he rationed it was nothing special. Returning the grip onto the men to the left and the right, sharing his own warmth with thicker digits and averagely-muscular arms.
“Think of a handsome pose any woman would like!”
The camera flashed, shortening the time Jonathan was allowed to be mad at the comment. His hair was also shortened, the blond bangs being carried up as they were slicked with gel on the top. The follicles darkened too, becoming an exact replica of the casual-yet-professional cut atop of Brian’s forehead.
The sleeves of Jonathan’s tank did the opposite of shortening however, growing outwards as his tank lost its skinny appeal. Buttons popped in along a split that formed down the middle, creating a summery shirt akin to what all the other men wore. It was practically their uniform anyway, and Jonathan did want to fit in.
“Alright now men!” Brian cheered from behind the camera. “You are proud fathers of society, built to run the neighborhood and take good care of the wives and children.”
All the men around Jonathan shifted their positions, straightening out their backs and puffing their chests out. Jonathan didn’t know what else to do but follow along.
“That’s it! Normal and nothing special.”
Once again the blinding light, this time hindering Jonathan’s sense of individuality. He had just wanted to fit in with these men, hadn’t he? Maybe the neighborhood would accept him if he just took to their ways, not exactly him and his partner conforming per say but-
Wait, where was his boy…friend? What was his name again…Mickey? Was it bad that he had momentarily forgotten his friend’s name? Or his friend entirely? Jonathan shook his head and asked himself the real question. Why was he worrying about another man? If he was to be like these neighborhood dads, then he ought to act like one. He shouldn’t be caring about another man when he was a man and a father himself. Hold on…’a father himself’?
“Now pose like the members of your favorite soccer team!”
Jonathan powerfully stretched his legs with the next picture, yet they didn’t extend as far as usual. When he stood flat again, he just about reached a solid 5’11 like the other dads. Jonathan didn’t want to STAND out in the crowd after all. Sure, most Asians are shorter, but his size was the Asian-American standard. Even though he only had a some Asian blood, right? But anyway, no more no less. Just enough to stand taller than the Asian-American standard for women…which Jonathan did not know why that mattered.
Brian peered behind the camera to do a quick check. With a hidden smile, he continued, “Pose like you’ve proud of your pants–bought during a clearance sale!”
Jonathan’s shorts became tackier and covered themselves with pockets. Their color washed out as if he had them for over years. Jonathan had bought them a while back when that store had a huge sale. Yeah they were still a bit big, but Jonathan knew whenever he’d get that dadbod like some of the older dads in the neighborhood that he’d grow into them. There was no point throwing away good clothes, especially if they were practical! How else was he supposed to hold all his knick-knacks?
“Now imagine you’ve scored a goal during father’s day!”
Jonathan kicked a leg up merrily like the rest of the neighborhood men, noticing his feet were a little bigger than the rest of them. Then again, it might just have been the shoes. His beaten-up New Balances were probably just a little chunkier because he had bought them years before the thinner material was in style. Looking again, he was proud to see his lemony legs and smaller foot matched all the others.
“Before we continue with the photographs,” Brian smirked. “Do remember that this is an ‘Exit-Only’ gentlemen's club.”
Jonathan cocked his head, not knowing what the other dad was referring to.
“Check if there are any intruders in the blind spot of your brethren!”
Jonathan leaped a bit as he felt a smack on his buttocks, sending a rigid spark across his body. The tight fatherly spank set him straight, the flash of the camera sealing the deal. For some reason, Jonathan thought this type of action would have excited him. But that didn’t make sense; he didn’t have any of that queerness in him! His roommate may be one of them, but Jonathan was a man of morals and principles.
Brian couldn’t help but take another glance at the progress before continuing. “Now imagine carrying your kiddos! Whatcha gonna need for that to happen?”
Jonathan and the men stretched their Asiatic muscles in unison. He gulped down as his vocal chords deepened with manhood. Jonathan’s jaw twitched and squared out with a manly aftershave that all these kinds of men used every morning. Yeah, it was one of the neighborhood dads who had gotten him hooked on this brand. Another one had Jonathan shopping at the same outlet malls for clothes. And, as Jonathan now remembered it, Brian Wong was the first to personally come over with his family to greet the new family.
Well, maybe “family” wasn’t the right word to describe Jonathan’s situation. Sure, he and his roommate had known each other for almost 20 years. They weren’t really that close however, not like brother to brother. No, Jonathan was older, enough so that he was practically an uncle. Or maybe even...a father?
“One last picture, brothers!” Brian called out. “Pose like you're producing with your wife!”
With a grunt and powerful thrust, all of the men drove their pelvises forward and released the tension that built up from the thought of their simply-driven heterosexual marriages. For the first time, Jonathan was able to do the same in full body and mind rather than mimic the other men. His serum splashed upon his boxer shorts as he finally became just another one of the neighborhood dads.
After a breath, the men began conversing with each other merrily. Sports, barbeque, church–the usuals.
“Whoa,” Joel Huang patted his average package, noting a certain dampness. “Must be missing the wifey more than I thought.”
Brian shuffled his way into the crowd of lookalikes and gave Joel a quick pat on the back. “Looks like the neighborhood get-togethers have influenced you quite well.”
Joel smiled excitedly as the pair led themselves over to the massive feast spread before them. “What can I say, Brian? It feels good to fit in."
As they took their seats, a shorter white male approached. A worried expression had fallen over his face, clearly lost. 
“Excuse me, have you seen a…” Mickey paused, the words having momentarily lost him. “A man that had walked in this direction?”
“‘A Man’?” Brian chuckled. “Of course! We have plenty, right brothers?”
All the Asian-American dads confirmed with a solid: “A-MEN!”
Joel couldn’t help but laugh with them at such a silly question. Of course they were all men, fathers even! This younger guy could be a man too, if he got rid of that queer vibe to him.
“But my hus…band…” Mickey once again struggled with his words, an anomaly to his usual confident demeanor. “He uh, walked over here?”
“I think the kiddo must be confused,” Brian tossed an arm over Mickey’s shoulder and led him to the seat across from Joel. A flash of disgust crossed the father’s face as Mickey sat, noticing the younger man’s package getting excited. Joel didn’t know what caused him more displeasure–the fact that his theory was true or that the younger man was abnormally large.
“Why don’t you take a seat and join us for our meal?” Brian persuaded. “I’m sure some food will help you calm down.”
Mickey frowned but decided to accept the offer. Free food wasn’t such a bad outcome, and neither was sitting across from the oddly-attractive-for-no-apparent-reason Asian-American dad. 
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whateverisbeautiful · 2 months
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♥️ Ranking Richonne
#14: Soon As I Get It, You Will (S6E10)
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This moment will always have an extra special place in my heart. 😍 It’s when I so clearly in real-time saw that Rick and Michonne were going to perfectly transition to a romantic couple because they’d been in love a long time. I said TWD's opening minutes really used to bless us with some great Richonne content throughout the series, and this one from 6.10, their classic canon ep, is atop the list. This scene paints a clear picture that Rick and Michonne weren't just about to become a couple at the end of the episode - they were going to embrace that they already were one...
I adore domestic Richonne scenes and in this scene, they were just so comfortable and happy living what felt like such a normal morning in their home with their kids. 🥰 Moments like this are what I most want for Rick and Michonne and their children. It's the good, happy, peaceful life they deserve.
The scene starts with Rick and his belt, which I gotta say always makes me think the writers were going for a bit of an innuendo lol. Then the shot makes it a point to show that Rick has taken his ring off. That’s definitely a big indicator that he’s now in a place to more fully and healthily move into a new chapter (and to signal to Michonne 'I'm ready when you are' perhaps lol).
Rick grabs the watch but leaves the ring, and that is such an intentional shot. It symbolizes that it’s time to move forward, in love especially, and Rick is finally ready in proper ways to do that.
And he knows who he’s meant to move forward with - Cuz then she shows right up to his door looking glowy and gorgeous in a robe. 🤗
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I love that Michonne feels comfortable enough to approach his room in her robe and towel and ask if he has any toothpaste left and that Rick cutely teases her about using his toothpaste the last few weeks. They bring out such a playful flirty side of each other, and I love it.
Rick’s smile when he teases her and then Michonne's reaction...😊 I know that house felt like a sauna the last few weeks with all that steamy tension they’ve been trying to keep the lid on. 
And I like that whatever happened in the last two weeks broke their ability to downplay their attraction - because the way Rick and Michonne are looking and reacting to each other in this scene...you know I gotta use my favorite word - the attraction is palpable.
I’ll also just always love that even when TF all moved into separate houses, Michonne stayed with her Grimes family. She’s one of them fr.
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Michonne sounds like such a mom when she calls for Carl, and Carl sounds like her teenage son when he responds with a low-key attitudinal “What?” This is the first we’re hearing from Carl since getting his eye shot out and it tells you he’s definitely still that same feisty-when-he-wants-to-be kid. 😂 
I love the moment when Rick says he can’t hear Carl and has him come on out. And the smile Rick gives Michonne and the way she amusedly looks at him and subtly rolls her eyes when they wait for Carl to come over. 🤭
And then, after Rick smiles at her, he has this extremely telling reaction like he’s trying to play off whatever he’s so clearly feeling about her before Carl comes and catches his whipped self.
But Rick ain’t ever been slick when it comes to how he feels about Michonne, and so even in that little squint that he does, it’s clear this man has caught all the feelings there is to catch lol. This is a man in love, I tell you. And he knows it now. 🤗
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I adore their energy here and I repeat this is not how people who are just friends look at each other. This scene is just so fun too cuz there’s no speculation needed by this point - it is factual that Rick and Michonne are both more aware that they are attracted to and in love with this person in front of them. And it’s sweet to see them be all smiley about it in their final pre-canon scene.
Truly, the only thing they were waiting on at this point was knowing for sure the feelings they felt were mutual.
Carl gives another little attitudinal 'what?' to Rick and when Carl repeats what he said about Denise, Rick says it at the same time as him and it’s such a dad moment. Michonne laughs and I’m pretty positive Rick did this specifically knowing it would make her laugh cuz Carl is not that amused by it at all. 😂
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Michonne again sounds like such a mom when she tells Carl it’s time to change his bandage and she needs toothpaste. I know Rick and Michonne have to be picking up on how much they so naturally feel like a perfect little four-person family right now. Like they were giving mom and dad and they were giving husband and wife...
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And I love that there's always this refreshed good mood when Rick and Michonne get to just live everyday life together with their kids. 🥰
When Carl says he’s also out of toothpaste, Michonne looks over at Rick and shakes her head as they both smile, and you know Rick knew right then and there that he’s gonna find a way to get her that toothpaste today, no matter what.
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And then y’all, it’s Michonne’s turn to have an extremely telling reaction because she then quietly watches as Rick picks Judith up. Again, this quiet lingering look was not a platonic look from our girl Michonne. And whatever she was thinking about Rick at this moment...
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I was probably thinking it too. 🤭 It’s sweet seeing Michonne just quietly take this moment in, knowing that she loves and respects this man, as a father, as a fighter, and as the love of her life.
It’s also heartwarming hearing Rick be so sweet with Judith and say, "come on, sweetheart." Girl Dad Rick is always great to see for us and Michonne - because Michonne’s smile observing this is just precious. That’s a good man and she knows it. And a hot man and she knows that too. 😊
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It's great how Michonne doesn’t just sound like a mom in this scene, she also is such a wife, especially when she tells Rick to "be good out there." And Rick feels like such a husband saying, "yeah we’ll see."
And then you know I gotta take a moment to celebrate my favorite part of this scene - that low-five. 🙌🏽
It's so good, and I credit that low-five as the flashing light that fully let me know these two had a chemistry that was bound to turn romantic. Looking back, it's genuinely crazy it took me until their canon ep to open my eyes and know for certain that what I'd been watching all along between Rick and Michonne was a love story but hey...
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And ever since that low five, I have learned from my mistake and fully boarded this ship without ever looking back.
I love that true to their magnetic ways, Rick extends his hand to her, and, y’all, somehow they manage to make a freaking low-five feel romantic and so much more than just casual.
This is how you know your ship is in (no pun intended) capable hands. Because the actors knew that the next time Rick and Michonne see each other in this ep they're going to go all the way, and so this scene in the opening minutes had to really tell you their current headspace and that they were right on the brink of expressing this long-time love more physically. And of course, Andy and Danai were able to communicate that in something as simple as a low-five. Best in the biz, I'm just saying. 👏🏽💯
This touch between them is important too because their previous few and far between touches had always been one touching the other - but in this moment it was both of them engaging, hinting how they’re both finally ready to express their love a different way.
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And I love that as Rick so often does he accompanies the low-five with a thank you. Always so grateful for her. 😊 He can go out on these runs and trust that his kids are okay because they’re with their mom.
It just felt like such a married sendoff as he thanks her before going out for the day and she casually lets him know her favorite type of toothpaste. I love the way she tells him which toothpaste she likes best and that they're able to live a stable enough life for them to even have preferences now.
Rick says, "soon as I get it, you will" and, chile, he means that. 😋 I love that quick line and that he says this sounding like a husband yet again. He knows it’ll be a priority to get this toothpaste not just for the community but for her specifically because what Michonne wants, whether big or small, always matters to him.
And the line also just feels like a fitting sentiment to their relationship. As soon as he gets that this romance can be acted on, she will. So it’s a great line to land on in their final pre-canon moment together.
(and y'all can we just take a moment to observe the way they are looking at each other during this low-five...like the heat coming off of them is really something. it makes sense later that night would finally be 'the night' because i don't think they could resist for one more day lol ❤️‍🔥)
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I also never noticed that the scene ends with Rick playfully tossing the ball at her. Can they get any cuter? 😭 What Rick and Michonne bring out of each other is just the best and I adore this bright and happy scene for showing this great and lived-in layer to them and their relationship.
Whether you’d been anticipating Richonne for seasons or were new to the ship, this scene made sure there was no denying that Rick and Michonne are family and not just as parents but truly as gorgeous and natural spouses. Married before they knew they were married, y’all, and this moment made it clear. 
So I really appreciate this morning scene for showing that Rick and Michonne have built a life together not just as 'team family,' not just as co-leaders, but as a mom and dad and very very soon as an officially consummated husband and wife. And y'all...
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We'll get there. 😉 But for now, staying focused on this absolutely delightful 14th moment on my list - I think about how Rick and Michonne always got to see the more normal and human side of each other ever since season 3. And in this 6.10 scene, you see them both not only witness that everyday side but really be attracted to that side too, in a way they can no longer hide.
So yeah, toothpaste and toothbrushes stayed giving us some great Richonne content. This 6.10 opener showed that the Richonne ship had been set sail - now it was just time to release the 'canon.' 🤗🪥
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siempre-bucky · 1 year
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leaves
Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader
Summary: Bob's asked the question: "What's your favorite part about fall?" and it's something you couldn't find in SoCal. Seeing that he misses home, you give him his favorite thing.
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The fire crackled, and blue eyes followed golden embers as they fell to the sand. Bob sat with his knees to his chest, chin resting on the top of knees as he laughed at something Mickey said. "Fall in San Diego fucking sucks," Mickey groaned, tipping his head back to show his distaste. 
"Too hot," you hummed. Your arm was snaked around Bob's toned bicep. The closeness from your husband only added to the warmth. You didn't mind, you thought the sheen of sweat on his forehead was rather sexy. 
The squad started swapping stories of cold autumns filled with changing colors and the scents of apples and pumpkins. "What's your favorite thing about fall, Baby on Board? You've been typically quiet this evenin','' Jake smirked from his spot across the fire. 
The WSO thought about it, his eyes looking to the sand. He missed home during this time of year. He missed the smell of cinnamon in his mother's kitchen, the way the cool breeze hit his face as he rode his beloved horse through the farm, and the way you cuddled beside him during scary movies. His favorite though was a little silly and he'd rather not be made fun of by his tipsy friends. 
You noticed the way he tensed up and began to fiddle with the black band on his left hand, a habit reserved for when he was nervous. "The cold air," he said with a nod of his head and a crooked smile. 
What a liar. 
You questioned him about it on the drive home. "Bobby," you started, shifting in your head to face him better. "What's your favorite part about fall?" 
Bob knew you could see right through him. He let out a nervous laugh and shook his head, "It's silly," he replied, looking over at you with a pretty smile on his thin lips. 
"You know it's not silly to me, my love." 
There was a small pause while the blond gathered his thoughts and tried to muster an ounce of confidence. "I like the leaves," he said, unsure of himself. 
"The leaves," you repeated softly. 
He nodded shyly. "Back home, I could open the door and the leaves would be on the doorstep. We would walk down the street looking for the one that would crunch the most. Can't really do that out here, especially not in Lemoore." 
You reached for his hand, curling your fingers around it until he relaxed under your touch. He didn't talk about how much he missed his family’s farm back home; made his eyes watery. "That's not silly at all, Bobby." 
He nodded sheepishly, embarrassed by his own admission. "Made me miss home a bit. Ma sent me a couple of pictures from the pumpkin patch—I miss it."
His confession stuck with you into the late hours of the night, curled up next to him as he slept peacefully beside you. You played with the short curls that were splayed on the pillow and your mind was working overtime. Bob wasn't able to take time off until Christmas time—the leaves would be gone and snow would cover the ground. 
With a small grunt, you rolled over and grabbed your phone. Another grunt escaped you as the bright light hit your eyes, squinting and you opened your messages app and began typing. 
It took a few days of looking longingly at the front door, watching the mailman drive past with nothing larger than a letter, but there he was: your savior in a light blue uniform. He was taken aback by how abruptly you opened the door. 
"Floyd?" He asked, looking at the cream colored label on the box. 
"Yes, thank you," you answered cheerfully, taking the large box in your hands. 
You practically ripped it open as you kicked the door close behind you. Inside was something to lift Bob's spirit, if you couldn't take Bob home, you'd bring home to him. 
Ziploc bags held the driest leaves his family could find. His mother lovingly drew little hearts and leafs with black Sharpie on the front. You gently pushed down with your fingertips, a few of the golden leaves crunched under your touch. A bright smile made its way to your lips, perfect.
Bob woke up shivering, goosebumps littered his pretty skin and the barely there warmth of the thin blanket wasn't helping. San Diego must've frozen over. He sniffed, the scent of cinnamon instantly hitting his nose. The cold air from the air conditioner suddenly didn't matter, he felt like he was back home; he was comfortable. 
"Good morning, Bobby," you greeted kindly as you sat near the edge of the bed. He smiled, his hand coming out from under the blanket to hold the side of your waist. 
"Did you turn the air conditioner down?" He asked through a yawn. 
"I did," you responded proudly. He could hear the grin in your voice as you spoke, so he opened one of his eyes and formed a face. "I got a surprise for you." 
That got him up. 
He put on his glasses and the burnt orange flannel you had hanging on the door for him before you held his hand to guide him through the house. "Breakfast?" He asked as he saw a stack of pancakes on the small table. 
"Pumpkin and cinnamon," you added, "but that's not the surprise." 
His eyebrows raised, a small crooked smile forming on his lips. His face reminded you of the shy boy you knew all those years ago, the one who was never good at asking for what he wanted and was always surprised when he got it. “W-what is it?” 
“Open the door,” you told him, nudging your head towards the front door. 
He kept his eye on you as he carefully walked to the front door. His hand wrapped around the cold metal doorknob. The door opened with a creek and when he looked down, his breath hitched in his throat. 
The leaves his mother sent you covered the doorstep. Beautiful shades of orange, red, and brown went all the way down the driveway. “Honey,” he managed, not trusting his voice. Bob was overwhelmed with emotion, he was transported back home with the cold on his back and the leaves in front of him. 
“I know we couldn’t go this year,” you started, snaking your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to his shoulder blade. “I messaged your mom and she sent me these. Do you like it?” 
He smiled and after a moment of watching a brown leaf drift into the grass he nodded. “Yeah,” he murmured, “So much.” Your eyebrows gently furrowed at the broken sound of his voice. He took a step away from you and you let him go willingly. “Can I?” 
“Please.” 
Bob stuffed his hands in his shorts pockets until his watch hit the hem of the material. He took one step down and then another, the leaves cracking under his bare feet. His eyes fluttered closed and he inhaled the earthy scent, his mind made up the smell of the barn and the distinct smell of his former home. 
He walked slowly down the driveway with his chin tilted to the warm sun. A gust of wind hit his face and his curls fell on his forehead, the blowing leaves brushing against his legs. Bob made it to the end of the sidewalk before opening his eyes, adjusting to the brightness as he looked at you and the prideful smile you had on your face. 
“Wanna join me?” he called out. 
You nodded happily and wasted no time rushing to his side, sliding your hand along the lower part of his back. “You look happy, Bobby.” 
Bob placed a kiss on your temple, “I am happy.” 
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“Wanna come inside and eat?” 
He looked to the ground again, his eyes instantly going to a withered leaf—the driest one he’s seen yet. “In just a second,” he chuckled, bouncing over to the lone little leaf. Bob joyfully lifted his foot off the ground, savoring the anticipation before setting it down. The satisfying crunch made him giggle, a smile you’d never forget displayed on his pretty face. His cheeks dusted with a childlike rose. The blond adjusted his glasses and looked back at you, extending his hand. “Now we can.” 
Bob sat happily at the table, silent yet his body language told you everything you needed to know. His eyes were glued to the front window, watching (more like daydreaming) the leaves that waited for him. You sat across from him, just looking at him in admiration; he looked his best when he was comfortable and happy. 
His fingers itched to go play in the leaves, scoop them up and throw them as high as he could make them go. “Bobby,” you said in between bites. He looked up at you,  “Just go.” 
His blue eyes lit up, then did his best to calmly place his fork on the table and rose from his seat. “Thank you!” he cheered, coming around the table to kiss your cheek. “I love you so much.”  
You happily watched the grown man play in the leaves like a child, your coffee cup pressed to your smiling lips. 
Spirits lifted. 
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Premise: Being transferred as a new teacher from the Kyoto Jujutsu High was more troublesome than you though it would be. There weren’t many students at the moment in the school making you having to share classroom and students with an obnoxious beautiful man. Dealing with him was part of the job description but you didn't know what you were fully getting yourself into.
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Kyoto was a beautiful city, especially during the fall season when the landscape turned to a mesh of reds and orange hues, a lovely place to live in.
Though, you wanted something bigger. Yes, the Jujutsu school in Kyoto was big enough, had more than enough good sorcerers to learn from, great students to teach, but you’ve been there for a couple of years now and things got dull when your favorite students were moved into someone else’s care.
So, asking for a transfer was not an unexpected move on your end.
When the opening in the Tokyo branch came around, saying you ran all the way to the office in nothing but your pjs would be an understatement.
You were excited, clearly. Even more so when you got accepted.
Tokyo had one thing you looked forward the most, even more than all the shops and fancy cafes, touristy activities, and specialty drinks, and that was Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer there ever was.
It wasn’t like you would be a match for him, but who could you learn more from than from the one recognized by everyone as the strongest? This was a fantastic opportunity; one you couldn’t let go.
The process itself went smoothly, after a few hours of paperwork, pictures being taken and interviews, you were accepted within hours of your first application. In fact, you hadn’t even left the building when you got an email saying your transfer was approved by the other school, just like that, no more interviews or anything really, all you had to do was pack and be there by next Monday.
A new life about to start just around the corner.
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You were given a room in the school dorm, the rest of the teachers had their own apartments, yet, since your previous job had housing included, they agreed to let you stay in the dorms, it was a good idea to have the students a bit more supervised anyways, particularly now with the newish dangerous student lurking around. Yuji was not very well received around just yet, sadly, but thanks to him you were able to secure your home away from home.
Yaga, the principal of your new school and your boss, picked you up the very next morning to guide you around the premise and hand you over to your class, a lovely man, such a difference from your old boss.
“So glad to see you’re a normal person, (Y/N). I must admit I was terrified when I realized he was snooping in my email and approved a transfer teacher request, I swear I thought you’d be an insufferable weirdo.” his boisterous laugh and comment threw you off, “What do you mean, Yaga-san?”
“Oh well, Satoru was sitting on my chair when your application came in, he opened it because that’s just how he is, and even accepted it after reading your application.” so the strongest sorcerer wanted you in the school? Why would that be? Is not like you had some sort of recognition for pretty much anything, how did you manage to get his attention?
“Don’t worry though, I would have accepted it anyways.” your horrified expression made him feel bad for putting you on the spot, quickly trying to change the subject to make you forget about it. “Here’s your class, dear. You’ll find it…interesting…hopefully…if you have any question don’t hesitate to stop by my office, ok?” After giving him a short nod, you faced the door, bracing yourself for your next challenge, the kids. “Satoru, she’s in your care now, don’t bother her too much or you know what will end up way up your you know what…” chuckles could be heard from the area the teenage students were sitting at, a tall man with the famous blind covering his eyes coming up through a window. “I would never do such thing, haven’t you seen her? She’s gorgeous…” you could feel he was checking you out, even when you couldn’t see his eyes, an odd feeling to say the least.
“Did you just accept her after looking at her photos? Were you not reading her resume and application? I shouldn't even be surprised....” a desperate hand came over to the principal’s face, disapproval written all over it. “I did, but I read it afterwards. Aren’t you happy she actually meets our needs? It would have been terrible if she was some sort of bimbo.” laughing, he moved away from the window to greet you by the door, “Come here, beautiful. Let’s get you and the children to get to know each other.”  
Stepping out of the comfort zone that was the principle’s back, you headed inside with the man you once thought was your role model, first impressions can really mess up what you think of the person overall.
To your surprise, there were just three students in the classroom, making you wonder why they needed a second teacher, “Just them?” You whispered near Satoru’s ear, making him shudder and a little worried at the fact that he thinks he felt your hot breath over his ear when that was technically impossible. “Yeah, we only have a few students in the school right now, but because I’m the strongest, I get sent out in missions more often than others, so we wanted to have someone in standby who could give the kids support when I’m away.” that made sense, you did see more than one report a week on success rates for his missions, children were really not a priority for this man.
“Well guys, my name is (L/N) (Y/N), just transferred from the Kyoto branch of the school and I’ll be helping you guys from now on!”
“OH!!! I KNOW YOU! See, Fushiguro? I’m not imagining beautiful women in our dorms; I knew she had to be real!” Megumi, who seemed to be in a trance staring your way, could only blink twice as to acknowledge his friend.
“Oh? Fushigurooooo! Cat got your tongue? Excuse him sensei, he’s probably never seen a pretty girl in his life before.” his ears turned bright red at Nobara’s provocations, making you giggle at their cute banter. “Of course, he has, he’s your classmate!” 
“Sensei!!!” she jumped into your arms, nuzzling her cheek on yours, “Wow, so you just bought my entire class in what, two minutes? You’re not just drop dead gorgeous but good at this too…” he was most definitely undressing you with his eyes at that very moment, normally an off feeling for someone you just met, but he was undeniably attractive and was doing things to your head. 
“Gojo sensei is hitting up on girls again, Fushiguro…Attack!”
“I’m not a dog, Kugisaki. I just control them…” the quite spell finally broke, only to bring more laughter into the class, this wouldn’t be that bad, wouldn’t it?
“Of course, I am, you all are and I ain’t letting any of you brats to steal her away, she’s way too old for you all.” sticking out his tongue at his students, he wrapped his arm around one of yours, pulling you behind the desk along with him.
“(Y/N) baby, we were about to train combat skills outside, would you like to come with us? It would be nice to see what your techniques are and see how we can divide tasks after that.” baby????What??? Almost chocking in your own spit, all you could do was nod in his direction, following him outside.
It was a beautiful day, a little chilly, but perfect for some one-on-one training, you’ve been sitting around for three days now and your body needed some exercise. 
“I’ll go with (Y/N) sensei. You both go against Gojo sensei.” without a doubt in his judgement, Megumi walked over to your side, guarding you from the upcoming storm.
“Oh no you are not, young man. You go play fetch with your pooches. I’ll take the babe.”
“What?? Wait, wait, wouldn’t the most normal thing be for me to go with her? I mean we are both girls and all…”
“Nope, definitely I’m the best choice!” every single pair of eyes laid on Yuji, waiting for him to elaborate, but he wasn’t able to come up with an excuse so he just grinned as widely as he could to win some charm points.
“Shut up Itadori. You two go with Gojo-sensei. I’m the only one who respects her personal space, she needs it right now. Right?” Megumi was looking down at you through his beautiful lashes, he was certainly pretty and kind regardless of his rough exterior. “Right, I’ll go with Fushiguro-kun.”
“OHHHHHHHH!!!”
“He won her over, Gojo-sensei. You lost, who would have thought she liked younger guys? I should have been more assertive, shouldn’t I, Kugisaki?” she just nodded, still laughing at the face her teacher was making.
“Loud brats…” the tip of his nose was getting pink while you could literally see his hands sweating, such a sweetheart. “I can go with you tomorrow, Itadori-kun, then I will go with you Nobara-chan. Let’s take turns, ok?”
“And what about me? When is my turn?” Megumi let out a hissing sound, coming to stay in front of you as soon as he started moving in your direction.
“Hm…after class?” even if to you was just a suggestion, a very normal one, after all you had to plan your new classes and distribute your tasks, compare schedules, all that and more, it was obvious you’d have to spend time together after hours; but to Satoru, it was almost like being asked out in a date, hearts leaving his eyes in a comical way. “Anything for you, babe. Even overtime is a lovely concept if you’re involved.” a wink was all he could let pass Megumi and was enough to make your heart race. Dealing with handsome men was definitely not in the job description but it was how it all started.
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A few months in, things were smoother than you had hoped for. Your teaching routine had good results, the first years bonding constantly made the three of them polish their techniques on their own, they barely need any coaching and even ended up teaching you stuff, as strange as that sounds. 
Having Nanami-san help you with Yuji, and Satoru helping whenever he could with the rest, things went better for the first years than for the second years who rarely had their instructor around, Inumaki-kun constantly visiting your class for a place to nap at as he felt more comfortable there than in his own class after a while.
But Satoru being away so often, just made him cling to you further whenever he was around.
At first it was cute, like a lovesick puppy trailing after you.
But after he saved your life from an ugly special grade curse, things changed more than a bit between the two; it all escalated from a simple co-teaching/flirting buddy kind of relationship to something way deeper.
That day, that awful day, was forever embedded in his memory, the gloomy sky and the drops of filthy water falling from the sky onto your beautiful face a constant nightmare of his. Satoru saw you die that day, he saw it and by a millisecond, he was able to save you. He’s never been this scared before in his life, scaring him was not easy, he even thought it was impossible to be afraid of something at least this much, but after losing Suguru, the thought of losing you too drove him mad.
He vaporized the curse in less than a second, bringing you to his chest and wrapping his entire self around you as tight as he could, he just wanted to feel your heartbeat as intensely as he could, in every single fiber of his self. He needed to make sure you were alive and safe, that you wouldn’t leave him like he did, that you would still be there by his side, always.
You’ve never seen him like that before, his pride would never allow him to be this vulnerable, his infinity was never off enough to touch him that way, it was an intimate moment, and even if it only lasted a couple of minutes before your students came around you as well turning you all into a huge ball of tears, it was definitely the moment that brought you here, to this very moment; your head was laying on Satoru’s chest as both of you looked at the stars, a blanket laid out beneath you as you cuddled away the cold weather, while he tells you everything about his last mission.
This has become a routine of sorts, yet you two weren’t really a thing, not more than co-teachers to the public eye, or maybe a little more…even though ‘friends’ was also not a term to be used to describe whatever the relationship you two had.
“Gumi went to pick me up after you left, nothing bad happened.” Satoru had to leave early from your previous mission together, something that ended up weighting heavy in his heart for the whole length of his side mission. Though, the pout currently in his lips was beyond absurd, he really didn’t like how close you were to his adoptive son, he knew him, he clearly had a crush on you and didn’t want you to be giving the kid hope, he was the only one who should be given hope in the matter, yet you two spent more time together than he ever did with you, and that made him feel uneasy.
“I am forbidding you to hang out with Megumi on your own, you hear me? Next time you need to bring, I don’t know…Nanami with you, yes that would work…Wait no, that’s not a good idea, he’s more attractive than the damn kid…shit, ok I know, I know, I am quitting my job as a sorcerer, from now on I’ll be just a teacher, that way I could stay by your side all day, every day.” a content sigh left his lips as he turned on his side to bury his face on the crook of your neck as he solves his chaotic life problems, reality was very different and the both of you knew that clearly, yet dreaming was always allowed, and that would be a lovely future to dream of.
“You are not doing such thing, Gojo Satoru. I forbid you from doing so.” giggling quietly you wrapped yourself around him, a mix of tangled limbs and tufts of hair all that was visible from your embrace.
“You mean, mean baby...” fake sobs being muffled by your hair, made you roll your eyes at his antics.
“Who will save the world if you stay all day stuck in a classroom seeing your kids read about sorcery history? That’s my job, keeping us safe is yours.” Satoru just huffed in annoyance, he knew you were right and that he was talking nonsense, but it was difficult to admit he was jealous of not only a teenage boy, but his very own adoptive son.
“And who will keep that rascal away from my ball of fluff? Don’t think I don’t see the way he looks at you and the way his paws get all over you every time he gets a chance.” Pouty Satoru was obnoxiously cute, you couldn’t really deal with this side of him, he always gets what he wants, and it annoys the heck out of you.
But not this time.
“Megumi is my student, your son. He does nothing more than look after me and be a good boy. He’s our best student and you know so.” the way your words resonated sent a swarm of butterflies straight to his gut. In all truth, Satoru had been with a lot of women in all these years, he started pretty young in the path to self-destruction, nothing could satisfy him more than the guilty pleasure of his forbidden relationship with his male best friend, but since you came into his life, a yearning he didn’t know he could feel started to develop in the strangest of ways. Not liking how the kids had you all to themselves being one of them.
“He has a crush on you, babe. Everyone knows about it.”
“So what? He’s a smart kid, he understands I’m his teacher and he’s the only one that actually knows about…well about this…” you gestured to the messy knot you were now tied into, making him chuckle; the memory of Megumi gasping in horror as he found your naked leg falling from the side of his bed when he got in his room without knocking bringing joy to his pride swollen heart.
“He thinks we just hooked up, he’s never seen me having a real relationship before, so he isn’t worried about it, he just hates me a bit more for having you first.”
“You’re over reacting Toru. Just let people know we are a thing then…that should keep everyone at bay, wouldn’t it?” this made him untangle himself from you, sitting up and burying his face on his own knees. “You know I can’t do that, love. They would get to you and most likely kill you. Nobody can ever know the great Gojo Satoru has someone he loves. Megumi is fine, I trust him, he wouldn’t do anything that could hurt you. But anyone else…no…it’s too dangerous…” getting up yourself, you wrapped your arms around his mid-section, placing soft pecks onto his shoulder blades. “I’m sorry boo, I won’t say it again. Don’t worry, I’m fine with being a secret.” he knew that couldn’t be true, nobody wants to be kept a secret, but he didn’t really have any other choice, not yet at least.
“Just wait for me a little longer, ok? I’ll kill them all if that means I get to give you a normal life…” a heavy promise, that was, but not an empty one; he’s never been this sure about anything in his life, and he would do anything within his power to fulfill it.
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Unfortunately, word goes around faster than wildfire.
‘Someone’ apparently saw Satoru kissing a woman, though, this time that was in front of his building.
That had never happened before, he never takes his women home, Megumi is there most of the times and even when he’s at the dorms, he just never takes them to his apartment, he doesn’t really want them knowing where he actually lives.
So, this was rather unusual, and the rumor landed in the elder’s council meeting.
Gojo Satoru was to have an arranged marriage, they would decide who he marries, and his offspring will be monitored as much as he was since birth, this was decided long time ago and he was aware of this. No kid would defy the great council and they would make it known.
When a message was sent over to him to notify him of the direction this was heading, a new development was happening at the same time over in his apartment.
While Satoru was currently away in a mission, Megumi was crouching next to you on the toilet bowl rubbing your back as you let your breakfast go down the drain, trying to provide any sort of comfort while the responsible of this was away.
Things were about to get messy...
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The un-fitting sister. (Multi-pairing)
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After being handpicked by Sister Imperator, one of the newest sisters in the church gets a room right next to the library and a job to do. She turns that room into her personal sanctuary and tries to live there in peace, drowning the feeling of being an outcast. But the stress of the job comes soon to her after catching the attention and curiosity of some of the Ghouls in the abbey.
Chapter one, Chapter two , Chapter Three
Couples: Fem!Reader x Ghouls (In this chapter is just Swiss)
Warnings: Y/N used. Swiss is a bit of an asshole and a tease, dub con if you squint really hard. A bit of feels. Masturbation (Male) Some dynamics from the omega-verse (heat season and scents and blah) NSFW. +18. Minors DNI. All of the pictures were taken from the internet so credits to the people who made them.
Word Count: 5725.
A.N: I want to give special thanks to Skar and Banshee two of my IRL friends, classmates from the university and best friends who help me with the edition and comments (Specially Skar she beta-read this and did some editing.) And also I want to give special thanks to @i-foundued @copias-girl @violet-lazer @theblogghoulette @writingjourney @sweetandwoe and @whatawonderfulexistence--blog who without maybe knowing it made my end of semester less painful and gave me a lot of comfort with their writing, and also inspired me to write again. (Please people go check their work is AMAZING ) And finally I took inspiration for the physique of the ghouls from a wonderful fanart from @feuvyper
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When the retired teacher first entered the abbey, she felt at home. She felt like this was going to be the place where she could finally be fully accepted, but sooner than later she started to get this feeling of loneliness again. She didn’t feel as a total outcast between her sisters and brothers of sin, most of them were really nice, caring, and comprehensive of her quirkiness, but she still felt like she didn’t fit in the mold not even in a place like this where most things were accepted.
When did this feeling of not belonging start? If she can recall, it was during her teenage years when she started to feel weird between her peers. Although she was smart, she didn’t quite fit between the “smart kids”: She was too loud, too talkative, and too rebellious to fit with them and while she was amiable with everyone, she did not tolerate the obnoxious “popular kids” who bullied almost everyone who did not fit in their status quo. She was never bullied but did not have enough privilege to be completely left alone either, they picked on her because she was too interested in the weird, unsettling things; in the mythos, in the darkness, in the weird books of the library and usually mingled with the “emo kids” without being one of them. One of their favorite ways to annoy her was telling everyone how she was so weird that not even the “emo weirdos” wanted her as a friend.
Kids are so mean sometimes, but her teenage era ended, and she decided to study at the University as she wanted to become a teacher. While entering her twenties she could be seen jumping between your average mainstream things and super weird hobbies and likings. As her mom used to say, one day she could be listening to the cheesiest k-pop song and the other she was listening to the dirtiest heavy metal. She sometimes felt like the whole rainbow, and, in others, she looked like a scale of grey. This helped her a lot while teaching, she could get along well with her students but not with her colleagues who talked behind her back as how undefined and weird could she be and how it was unprofessional from the way she talked to the way she dressed, and this ended up making her quit the job after only a few years after starting. So, at the end she didn’t fit in completely again, and decided to leave everything behind on her 26th birthday, bought a plane ticket and traveled around visiting places that interested her. That’s how she found the abbey.
Now, an entire year after joining she was fine, but still feeling like she did not belong here completely. She puts her whole heart during masses, she gets along fine with her siblings in sin, she has a job in the enormous library in the domains of the church and she really enjoys her life… But she felt empty and alone most of the time especially now that Sister Imperator changed her room arrangements after a couple of “night intrusions” into the library.
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—I know that you are quite fond of books, and you have been taking diligent care of the library, and lately there has been a sort of late-night intrusions to the place. So, I need to ask you to move your room into the one next to the library. It is smaller but you won’t be sharing a room with anyone so you will fit there nicely.
—Sister I’m honored to be in your thoughts regarding this problem but, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to do such thing… We have really expensive and antique material in there, and if some of it went missing it would be a huge problem to our clergy. It is a huge responsibility and…. —As the sister tried to give her excuses, Imperator was losing her patience. So, she cut her middle sentence.
—Sister y/n, are you underestimating my ability to judge? I believe that you have the perfect fit for this job, you could still work in the library and at night you should only keep an eye if there is some strange movement and inform about any encounters to me personally.
Imperator was determined to give her this position. She knew that any other sister would be incapable of doing it. Being the head behind the shadows of the clergy she was completely aware of who were the ones intruding the library. The ghouls and one of the Papas, they used the place as another one of their bedrooms to indulge in sin with the sisters and brothers. Going behind her back or at least trying to, she was annoyed by the situation and needed a solution. That’s when Sister y/n crossed her mind. She was different and quite charming, but was no fool, too self-aware to indulge in the charms of the sinful flesh of the ghouls and Terzo. It was perfect, unfitting enough between her peers to accommodate to this job without any problems.
—Do you understand? The accommodations are going to be ready today before the sun sets.
—Yes sister….—She lowered her head— I’m sorry for upsetting you
—Don't worry child, you are going to be just fine. And I’m going to let you pass this one, but if I chose you, it was because I know that you are capable. Never doubt me again, Sister—She said with the same frightening tone— Go now, you are excused from the rest of your day. Here is the key to your new room for you to get a first look at it.
—Thank you, Sister Imperator, if you excuse me…—She made a small bow and turned, but before going Imperator said something back
—Oh, and dear child, the room has some interesting secrets. I hope you get used to it and use the accommodations in your favor.
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She had been living there for a whole month, and nothing remotely interesting had happened. She did not find anything weird in the room. It was, as Sister said; perfect for her, but until that moment she did not find any “secret”. She still worked at the library during the day and at night she spent her time reading on her bed and listening to some music. She felt free, lonely but free. The library and her room were on the opposite side of the rooms and after the midnight curfew not a single soul went to the wing of the library, so she was free to listen and watch her cheesy songs and shows without being judged by her roommates. She can sing and dance alone in her room without anyone there to see or listen to her and, during the day, she could still be “normal” to the clergy and its standards. Nevertheless, she still felt lonely from time to time, and in the back of her mind she still felt like she did not belong completely there. She was still too colorful sometimes, too talkative, too energetic…
Unaware of it, the sister was not the only one enjoying the peaceful corner of the abbey. There was a curious ghoul who had been wandering outside her room since a couple of weeks ago. Sodo was trying really hard to enter the library at night. He was the one to find how marvelous was the place at night to enjoy himself and some sister or brother of his liking, and then the rumor spread to Swiss, Papa, Aether, Cirrus. Even Rain and Mountain decided to try their luck on the silent library passed the curfew. It was wonderful until Sister Imperator cut him off by moving one of the sisters to the room next to the library, and he was fucked. But she needed sleep at some point, right? So, he decided to wander around the library hoping to catch the moment in which the annoying sister in the room finally fell asleep so he could enter the forbidden room again. But when he listened through the door, he did not hear a snore or some signal of a sleeping sister. He listened to a sweet voice singing at the beat of a song he did not knew. And he liked it, the curious nature of the fire ghoul wanted to know who she was, and what she was listening to, and most importantly why Imperator choose her to be here, all alone keeping an eye on the next room. So, he kept the secret and wandered some more nights outside her door, wanting to discover who was behind the voice who kept him apart from his delicious library spot. Each night, he returned to their den without answers.
—Could you finally break into the library? —Swiss was not pleased with loosing that spot either, so every night after Sodo returned to their den he pressured the ghoul to finally do something
—I already told you, she kept most of her night awake and there is no other entrance to the library than the one right next to her door! Imperator is going to punish us again if she finds out that we break the curfew and entered the library…
—Well… There is indeed another entrance, two if I can recall correctly —The voice of Emeritus the Third entered the room companied by Cirrus and Rain who were coming from a party outside the clergy’s domain— Si, one of them is behind a painting of the old man upstairs on the second floor and leads to the upper part of the library and the other I have no knowledge of it. Maybe is in the gardens of Primo, he usually goes to the library when he is not taking care of his garden…
—Excuse me Papa but if you knew about this… Why didn’t you tell us? —Swiss scoffed — It was our favorite place to sin!
—Because I was almost sure that our “dear” Sister Imperator had blocked the entrance upstairs. I don’t have the time to go and check but if it’s still available you could use it… And tell me if it works.
—So, you don’t get in trouble with Seestor? ���Sodo mocked in nihil tone while talking about Imperator.
—Yes, she can be quite scary and the old man is completely under her control, I don’t want to mess around and find out what her punishments can be. Even Primo fears her. —He laughed a bit at his own confession and left the room, the ghouls looked at each other with smirks of anticipation on their faces. Who was going to be the first one to test their luck and enjoy the pleasures of the desert library?
Swiss decided that it was going to be him, so the next day he waited patiently for the library to open so he could "pick a book” from the second floor. As he walked into the library, he saw a couple of sleepy eyes in the reception corner. He assumed that she was the sister who lived next door and was messing up with his plans… If he could manage to seduce her, Sister Imperator would kick her of the job?
—Good morning, Sister…—Swiss smiled at her, showing a bit of his fangs while at it.
—Good morning…. — She looked at the ghoul and froze a bit. It was not the first time that she had seen the ghouls. Usually, she saw them at dinner seated next to Papa and the upper clergy, in the mass or the rituals. And they were amazing on stage, full of energy, moving the masses and being devoted to giving the best of them each time. But she had never seen one right there in front of her, and she was stunned. His greyish skin peeking through his hands and neck, the smell of musky cologne; probably not even cologne, just his own scent. It was intoxicating. Now she could understand a bit how easy it was for them to seduce both sisters and brothers in sin. His sole presence was intimidating yet at the same time magnetic.
—Oh, we have never met before, right? It’s a pleasure Sister…. —The smell grew stronger as the ghoul took a step closer to find the name in the desk — Sister….y/n?
—Eh…Y-Yeah…—She took a step back. She felt lightheaded with the smell, but at the same time she could not avoid the desire to keep indulging in the scent of the ghoul.— Nice to meet you…—She tried to make eye contact, but when her eyes locked with the ghoul, even through the mask, she felt like a scorching sensation growing from her stomach and traveling to her head. She lowered her gaze to the desk trying to find the registry book.
—Swiss, you can call me Swiss. —His grin extended a bit seeing how easy it was to flood her mind with his scent. It was a dirty trick but he was having a lot of fun with her. Maybe his plan of going to the second floor could wait a bit. Maybe he could tease her enough to make her fall. — I was wondering… Would you be bothered if I stay here and read some books? I would love to read something but in the ghouls den is a bit… difficult, you know? They are most of the day screaming and creating mayhem…—He tried to capture her gaze again and his voice made a soft change to a lower tone — And don’t get me wrong, I love mischief myself —He licked his lips before continuing, passing his tongue over the tip of one of his fangs. The poor sister was like a bunny in headlights, mesmerized with the sight in front of her. — But sometimes you need a place more… private and quiet to relax, right? —Taking a step closer to the desk, the ghoul pressed both of his hands onto the wood, looking at the hands of the sister who fidgeted with the pages of an old book. — Do… you… mind?
—O-Oh! Ehm…N-No! Not at all, I mean this is the library anyways and you have the same right as everyone here to use it. I’m just here to make paperwork and also organize a bit. It is really calm here so you could be here all day reading if you wanted to….—She took the book and opened in a new page, she wrote the date and then she looked at Swiss— Here, you need to sign here and then you have to bring the books that you are going to be using so I can take the register and before leaving, you need to sign again. That’s all.
Swiss watched how the sister wrote with wobbly hands his name next to the date and moved his hand slowly to take the pen from her and sign. When he brushed her fingers, he noticed how her heart rate increased, and how her cheeks blushed slightly. She was such a cutie; how could he tempt her even more? He was barely touching her, and she was already blushing. He was sure now that this was going to be completely amusing.
—Thank you, Sister… Would you recommend something? I know my fair share of books, but I don’t have any particular likings. —He was trying his best to keep eye contact, but she kept avoiding his gaze. But her body spoke volumes to him, her scent was sweet but as he kept talking, her body scent shifted a bit, a sweet and acidic smell, like a pomegranate. She was reacting as he expected and that delighted him.
—Eh… Well… Maybe something of Science Fiction if you want to. We have a bit of everything… Even gardening books. Papa Primo usually reads them while attending the garden...—She was talking a lot again, but she couldn’t stop it. Even if she wanted to, his sole presence made her keep talking — Or maybe some horror literature? I have a few favorites… Some Gothic literature could interest you also…
—Whatever you prefer Sister…—Swiss took some distance from the main desk while the sister moved towards one of the bookshelves searching for a specific book, The Picture of Dorian Grey, one of her favorites, but she couldn’t reach it. Before she could even ask for help, she felt Swiss body behind her, pushing her slightly against the bookshelf, trapping her between the books and his chest. The scent of the ghoul grew stronger flooding her lungs and leaving her lightheaded again. Swiss’ arm moved upwards and took the book, but kept his position and lowered his head to speak right behind the distraught sister ear.
—Is this what you want?...—He asked in a low deep voice, his breath colliding with her ear and sending shivers down her spine. She felt her thighs pressing against each other ever so slightly, as a way to control the pressure growing in her core. Swiss felt the change again in her smell, even more sweet but strong and acidic. He couldn’t help getting aroused, her scent was different of what he usually smelled in the sister’s. Her scent was stronger, and more addictive. At this point he could totally forget going to the second floor and find the door from the inside of the library. — The book?
—Yes…—Her voice was almost a soft whimper, her breathing was deep, almost like she wanted to drown in the smell of Swiss. She felt the heat of his body pressed against her back, and if she pressed a bit against the ghoul, she could swear that he was well built underneath his pants. Now she knew why it was so easy for them to seduce. Was it something natural to them?
—Well, thank you…—With more will that he thought he would need, Swiss backed up from the sister. Finally, she could breathe air again, but at the same time she felt a bit empty. — Do you mind if I sit there? —Swiss pointed a small armchair facing the desk, he wanted to test her will even further. He was having a blast and also, he wanted to have a small taste of that sweet, scented bunny who looked at him with her big eyes and blushed cheeks.
She went back to her desk, and he took a seat opening the book. The air felt heavy, and the tension was thick enough to be cut with razor, but she kept doing her work, trying her best to cool down a bit and keep her mind away from the ghoul in front of her. But her mind was betraying her; She thought on how would it feel being underneath him while he grabs her hair and pushes against her. Would he be like a beast? Maybe sweeter? How big it was? He was a ghoul! Maybe their proportions were different? Each one of those thoughts flooded her brain while trying to do her paperwork.
Her body was also betraying her; Her legs felt like gelatin, and she knew that her underwear was getting wetter by the minute. She couldn’t help it, it was like all of that scent drugged her, her whole body was feeling sensitive, but she needed to keep a straight face. She could not let go of herself. She needed to do her job and if she failed, Sister Imperator would probably kick her out of the abbey. She tried to focus on her papers until she looked up for a brief moment to where Swiss was seated, and then she got lost in the picture. Swiss with a couple of loose buttons in his shirt, seated with his legs wide open with the book on one hand and the other in his left thigh, going slowly from his knee close to his crotch and down again.
It was a slut move. He knew it, he wanted to keep going. Fuck the second entrance to the library, he was enjoying this so much. Her scent grew and he could almost taste her, her arousal. He felt the tightness in his pants. He was getting horny too, even his glare began to fail. He was going to take it even further. He took off his mask and left it on the table close to him, brushed a bit of his hair before returning to his "reading".
She almost choked when he took his mask out. If she already believed that he was handsome beneath the mask, reality hit her like a truck. He was gorgeous. He had a beard not too long but enough to cover his chin and jawline. His human glare was fading, and she could see the lines between his hair where his horns were and his skin, a warmer tone of grey, began to fade black towards his temples and hands. It was breathtaking. He couldn’t handle it as well as she thought, her arousal was making a pool between her legs. Damned ghoul, if she indulges, she was going to get in so much trouble with Sister Imperator.
Swiss was fully aware of the reactions of the sister. Her scent now was intoxicating him, he could feel her arousal, his glare giving up slowly and his pants were becoming tighter by the minute. But he still could play it cool. He moved a bit from the seat to accommodate himself and, without any shame, he grabbed his crotch and fixed his erection to release some pressure, moving it a bit inside his pants. And when he did this, he looked right into her eyes with a growing smirk.
—Is everything all right Sister y/n? You seem quite… uneasy —Uneasy was an understatement. She was dying from the inside; her legs would stop working at any minute; her lungs were burning, and her pussy was squelching as she pressed her legs tightly to relieve some of the pressure.
—Y-Yeah, it is fine, I’m just… It is really hot in here, maybe I should open a window…—She tried to walk but her body was making it difficult. When she left the desk, she could feel the gaze of the ghoul going up her legs.
—You know… Something about ghouls is that depending on the element we possess…We can change our body temperature. If you are so hot… Maybe I can cool you down —He pated one of his thighs with a sassy smirk.
—I don’t think that… it’s going to cool me down…—She walked closer to the armchair, almost hypnotized by the ghoul. She really wanted to let herself go, worship the ghoul in front of her, an almost primal desire. She was not a “prude” or anything, she has a couple of encounters under her sleeve, but she never felt something quite arousing as this weird play with Swiss, and she was about to fall into it.
—Just trust me, Sister… I’m a lot of things but not a liar…—When she was close enough, he grabbed her arm an made her sit in his lap. She let out a small moan and Swiss’ hands squeezed her thighs growling —I’m cold? … You are trembling…—He had this mischievous grin on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, but he hoped that she didn’t know what she was doing to him. His cock was pressing so hard against the seam of his pants, leaking precum and leaving a wet spot on the fabric. His tail was fast to travel beneath her back and positioning itself between her breast, cupping one of them. He needed her, his body was reacting like crazy. He was pretty sure that his “heat” season was far away, but he was feeling like he was in heat. Even thinking of keeping her a secret and just for him.
—Swiss, don’t, I can’t….
—Oh, why not? Seestor is not going to know… And I’m going crazy here… You smell delicious…—His face was hidden in her neck, taking deep breaths of her scent while caressing her legs. — Don’t lie to me Sister… You want this as much as I want this… I can smell it…—He moved one of his hands closer to the seam of her underwear, trying to pull it aside to touch, feeling in the fabric how wet she was; his fingers impregnating with her fluids.
—Swiss… N-No…I can’t. Y-You…. Sister Imperator is… is going to kill me…—She tried to move his hands away but couldn’t. Why was it so hard to say no? She wanted it so badly; her whole body was on fire. And his hands were cold, touching her so right. It has been so long since she let herself be caressed like that.
—I can smell how your scent drops from here… Right here —He was about to move her underwear aside finally touching her, he wanted nothing more at that point.
And then then someone moved the door, knocking a couple of times
—Sister y/n, I brought back the books of vegetables of the season.
Papa Emeritus the First, Primo.
She jumped from his lap as quickly as possible and went behind the desk again. Swiss walked into one of the corridors full of books, hiding from Primo’s sight. He was completely out of his human glare, with a hard on, sweating and gasping in complete heat. He was so close, she smelled so sweet. His frustration grew quickly. He remembered why he was there in the first place and got even more annoyed with the whole situation
Her legs were about to collapse, her underwear beneath her skirt was almost falling from her ass down to her knees. She felt how wet she was. She was completely flustered, gasping for a bit of air.
Primo was old, but not blind. And he was no fool. He knew exactly what was going on, but there was no one there besides her… and the suspicious ghoul mask. One of Copia’s ghouls.
—Sister… Are you okay? You seem quite… unwell…. —Or too well, but Primo was a gentleman, and he knew that she could get in trouble with Imperator.
—Yeah! I’m just… Is really hot here, and I been working…
—Alone? —He pointed out the mask with a sly smirk.
—O-Oh, eh…S-Swiss was helping me to … eh, reorganize some books of the upper shelf and well, he was more comfortable without the mask… B-But he …
—Here, Sister…. —Swiss’ voice was low. He was angry. — I finished. I’m leaving… Thanks for letting me… help. If you excuse me, Papa…. —He grabbed the mask and left as quickly as he could. He was pissed, he was horny also. He needed to take that anger out, and he needed to fuck. He had an amazing idea. He went up to the second floor of the abbey looking for the painting of the old man. When he finally found it, he tried to move it, trigger something to open that allegedly “secret corridor” but nothing happened. Until he realized that one of the eyes of the painting was sinking out slightly from the painting. He poked it looking at his surroundings, but it was early and most of the hallways were empty; the majority of siblings were preparing for the mass before lunch. And Sister Imperator was probably with the old man. The painting moved a bit, letting Swiss enter a small corridor. He followed and found that, indeed, it was connected with the library. He entered the library from the second floor, careful not to be discovered. And he overhead a conversation between the Sister and Primo.
—I-Its okay, Papa… I swear, Swiss was just helping me.
—I know, but if he oversteps, you should put him in his place, ghoul or not. You have my protection…—He was serious about that; he had a soft spot for her. When she was not working at the library, she would spend some time with Primo taking care of the garden. She looked at him as a fatherly figure between the clergy, even reminded her of her own grandpa who passed when she was younger.
—I will Papa, don’t worry… Besides, it’s just a ghoul. He is just… charming to the other sisters. —She was trying to put dirt on the fact that the ghoul almost fucked her. She needed to pretend that she didn’t care or even feel attracted to Swiss, even when down her legs she still was wet from her previous encounter. She knew that getting involved with a ghoul in that kind of way could mess her relationship with Sister Imperator; and the job, and keeping the room for herself, her own little sanctuary. Now that Swiss was gone, that his scent was gone, she was thinking with more clarity— He is just a ghoul like many others of the abbey… N-Nothing special…. —The aftershock of her body was killing her. Even though she felt wasted after the interaction, even when her whole body hurt and her legs felt stiff, she was doing her best to keep a smile and good position to avoid Primo of suspecting more of her situation, but in her insides one part of her was cursing the ghoul who put her in that position.
Swiss heard everything from the second floor. Even the lame advice from Primo.
Just a ghoul? Like others? Nothing special? Swiss sissed under his breath. He was going to show her that he was THE ghoul, he took that personally. Specially after almost fucking her. He flooded her mind just moments ago and now she said that he is “just a ghoul”, huh? Well, that ghoul was determined on fucking her, or hating her. Who did she believe she was? She is the main reason why they lost their soft spot at the library! If she wouldn’t move next door and accepted the job of “night guard”. And she was such a mess so easily, so eager for touch, for his touch… Her scent was still lingering on him. He went back to the den, complaining loudly about how annoying she was.
—Who does she think she is? She is just the new puppet of Imperator! A simple ghoul? Like she was not about to moan my name… That old bag of Primo screw me over, I swear… I’m going to go back to that fucking library and show her who is a “simple ghoul”.
Aether and Sodo were watching a movie, trying to prove a theory about Godzilla, really invested in a heated discussion when they heard the door slam and Swiss going off about something. They only picked a few pieces before the ghoul locked himself in the bathroom. They looked at each other and laughed a bit. Swiss already had troubles with the library sister? Sodo kept thinking to himself why she was so special, and how special, she didn’t let Swiss flirting pass? She mocked him. She managed to annoy him! And that already gave her good points. Aether was thinking in what type of trouble Swiss gave to the poor sister.
Swiss undressed and went into the bathtub, feeling the scorching water soothe his skin. He still smelled like her… His hands specially. He could only picture her with her big doe eyes that looked all flustered.  How sweet would she taste? How many times could he make her cum? He was sure that he could make her pass out of pleasure. He closed his eyes and let his imagination wander around. Her smell was so delicious, so sweet and also acid; her voice was so sweet and that little moan she let out, he was sure that she would sound even greater moaning his name while he thrusts inside of her. And he didn’t even see her naked. He was sure that she was a piece of art underneath the dress. He took one of his hands to his face to wash it and then the smell on his fingers hit his nostrils, the sweet scent… He was hard again. He blamed himself for being so aroused, maybe his heat season started early. That sister could not have such power over him. Maybe she didn’t even smell that good and it’s his heat that made him react like that to her.
He lowered his free hand to his cock, stroking it under the water. With his eyes closed he tried to think in any of the sisters or brothers that he fucked with, trying to erase her from his mind but, after a couple of minutes the scent from his fingers returned. He kept that hand close to his nose and mouth, sniffing like a wild animal. Hating himself for being so heated just by her smell, he strokes his cock faster, thrusting his hips into his hand while gasping for more. In his mind, she was with him in that armchair; he was fucking her reverse cowgirl style, squeezing her breast that bounced at the rhythm of his thrusts. The water in the bathtub was spilling from the sides every time he moved his hips; his moans and growls were loud, his tail was going over his chest, moving and pressing the tip of his dick every time he pushed up.
—Mngh… y/n… I’m going to…
He kept his thrusts, and he could swear that he heard her moans, her slutty mouth moaning his name while bouncing on his cock, looking cock drunk and asking him for more… How she needed him to fuck the devil out of her, him knotting her down leaving her as a fucking mess on that fucking desk. With a few more thrust and a deep growl he came, almost all of the water was spilled so he ended up seated in a hot puddle of water with cum all over his chest, gasping a bit for air. After the bliss went out, he took a cold shower and cleaned his mess (before Sunshine scolded him for leaving the floor all wet).
He got prepared for the night mass, and while preparing himself, his mind was thinking about how he was going to get his revenge on the doe-eyed sister. He needed to prove to himself that it was a heat thing, she was nothing special. Just another sister. And in that moment, he thought about the perfect revenge. He couldn’t wait to see her at the mass. 
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A.N : Hey! I finally got some time for myself; university took the best part of my time and mental health that's for sure. But one of the things that kept me going was the marvelous amount of fanfiction that I had been reading from the ghouls and the Papas. So now that I have some time, I finally decided to give it a go. English is not my first language so, again it is a bit of a challenge. Some information about the fic and the chapters that are coming; I do not plan to give this fic a "monogamous" treatment, reader is probably going to have encounters with most of the ghouls and Terzo/Copia (I have a special plan for Secondo and Primo) but I do want to give it a sort of "pick your own ending". This fic has plot, but also there are going to be chapters of full smut no plot or some full plot no smut chapters. I'm really exited about working on this. Thanks again to everyone who I mentioned earlier and thanks to everyone who read likes and support this fic.
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ven-of-the-valley · 7 months
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I left a comment on the video, but I really wanted to make an infodump post about it to because I’m a spooky little autistic. The newest Ghost Files episode reminded me of one of my favorite spooky history facts that I wanted to share:
CW: Dead people in photos (nothing graphic, very peaceful, but content warning all the same)
So the photo of Joyce and Tim in the archive room, they say one of them is dead and they don’t know which, but in a lot of these “post mortem” photos, if you look closely, there’s an interesting way to tell who’s dead and who’s alive.
“In the 1800s, taking a photo of a dead body wasn’t creepy—it was comforting. In an era when photos were expensive and many people didn’t have any pictures of themselves when they were alive, post-mortem photography was a way for families to remember their deceased loved ones. This was especially true for children, whose mortality rate was much higher than it is now” (Little).
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Now, back in good ol’ 1867, there was a little more to taking a photo than a button on an iPhone 13, and it could often a couple of seconds for the photo to actually be taken, in which time people would naturally sway and twitch slightly, which is why people and faces are often blurry in these old photos. It’s like when it’s dark and your phone can’t focus, and it makes you hold your phone still while it takes the shot, but no matter how hard you try, it always comes out fuzzy.
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Now, I don’t know if you know this, people 9 times out of 10, dead people don’t move. So when taking these photos, they remain still for the duration of the photo process. I tried to pick some pictures that would really demonstrate this, but it’s super chilling to see just how clear dead people are in these old photos, especially when put against living counterparts.
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The one above is one of the clearest examples of this I could find online, but if you’re ever in the Winchester Mystery House, they have some super cool pictures hanging up that demonstrate this concept.
So Shane, Ryan, if you ever see this—well first of all I think I’d probably scream because my favorite creators saw my post—know that you can tell more than which looks “dead inside” because, hey, don’t we all?
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nohoney · 9 months
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♡ crumpled photographs of me ♡
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notes: the first part to the teddy bear series! it stays somewhat in the canon universe of bnha, while hawks still works for the commission. i remember reading a lot of ‘secret relationship with hawks’ fics when i really started to like his character and of course want to add my own silly little contribution.
♪ Now I'm finding knives under the sheets / Crumbled photographs of me ♪
warnings: yandere hawks (more soft tho), reader is very distressed, somewhat dubcon-ish (nothing explicit) but it’s how the reader has to cope with her environment
words: 5.6k
synopsis:
All photographs of you.
Keigo sat on the couch when you walked further into the apartment, just nonchalantly taking pictures out of a photo album from your apartment and crumpling them first before throwing them aside.
“I want these to be filled with only us now, okay? I don’t like thinking that you had a life before me.”
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There was a time that you were willing to pose in front of a camera and smile for a picture. You weren’t exactly always prepared for your picture to be taken but you at least knew how to angle your head in a flattering angle and give a little smile that made it seem like you were picture ready. Back then, you preferred your photos taken in private. A few photographer friends would ask to use you as a subject on occasion or on the rare moments that you decided that you needed to update your resume photo, most of your best pictures then were taken in a more controlled environment with someone to guide you.
For a while, you had a small appreciation for film cameras.
There was a nostalgia to getting the film developed and then seeing how the pictures came out with no preview aside from just trusting the lighting through the viewfinder and a little flash.
It was a silly little thing that you enjoyed with him at first, going through stacks of developed pictures and picking out the best ones and laughing at the worst ones. Even if you could never take photos out in the world like a regular couple, you still cherished being able to have this special privilege with the number two Pro Hero, whom the outside world would only know as Hawks but to you he was Keigo Takami. It felt special to be photographed by him and to be the only person in his camera roll.
You had started to feel much differently about that fact when you had decided to end the relationship.
Loving Keigo was a choice that you made, starting a relationship despite the risks that came with dating a Pro Hero was a choice that you made, and walking away from Keigo was the hardest choice you had to make when it proved too difficult to attempt to maintain a normal relationship with him. It was already hard enough with all of his duties that were expected of him on the daily and it was even more difficult trying to circumvent the commission that had trained and raised the beloved winged hero of the country. You wanted to believe that his wings would always shield you from the prying eyes of the outside world and it would block out anything that would come between you.
“We can try harder. I know this is tough on you but please, I want you by my side.” Keigo was gently pleading to you while you avoided his heartbroken gaze. “Don’t you know how crazy I’ll go without you?”
At the time, those words were just a phrase that you didn’t take very seriously.
Thirteen days after the break up, you didn’t think Keigo would be standing in front of you again but with the most eerie gaze you had never seen him sport before. He threw a folder onto the countertop of the kitchen with pictures sliding out easily. Pictures of you that he’d taken in intimate moments, pictures that you agreed to be the subject of when he had brought you to a sexed up high and thought it would just be good fun. “What are these?”
“My favorite pictures of you.”
His tone was so soft yet his gaze on you was so hard. You remember how he slowly looked over the photographs with an intensity that left you unsure what to do. Nudes and sex selfies of yourself had never made you self conscious during the relationship but you worried if this was meant to be some sort of blackmail. Keigo didn’t seem the type for revenge porn but the possibility of it still hurt you.
“You never pose for me anymore, dove. It makes me a little sad. I miss that part of our relationship.”
There was nothing playful or joyful about getting your picture taken anymore. Keigo had ruined that beyond repair. He frightened you into being scared of being photographed by him. Just because you weren’t willing to have your picture taken by him doesn’t mean that you were allowed to deny him however. The first few times you resisted, you were learning about Keigo’s true temper underneath all the easy-going breeziness that was instilled as a means of masking his true intentions.
If you had to take a few measly photos then you’d deal with it, it was just Keigo’s impeccable timing that made you reluctant to cooperate. It was often at times that you weren’t prepared mentally for the task because he insisted on candids. And when he takes a photo with you looking upset, Keigo in turn gets his feelings hurt that the pictures don’t come out like they used to. If you were going to make him happy, you had to gather the mental energy to do so.
Taking photos then and taking photos now was so different.
Thinking about this, your chest tightens and you feel an invisible pressure on you that’s weighed down on you since you were locked away in this luxury apartment.
You remember being escorted through the hallways to the front door of your prison, the men around you hired from the very people who had trained, raised, and invested in the beloved Pro Hero Hawks. It was an agreement that you had no choice but to agree to. It was of no issue to shackle down one quirkless girl to keep their invested project from going rogue.
Your job was simple enough: keep him happy.
Keep him happy and you will be cared for, none of your personal information would be ousted.
They threatened to make you a pariah with just a click of their fingers and all because Keigo didn’t know how to handle a breakup. If you had known that it was going to be the result of falling for Keigo Takami, you would have never looked his way in the first place. You wouldn’t have been lulled by his quick wit and humor, and you would have never unknowingly signed your life away to a Pro Hero that all of the country fawns over. Even though he is the other half of the relationship, the public would immediately take his side because he is someone important and you are not.
When you stepped into the luxury apartment, there were balled up pieces of trash that littered the floor. There was a crinkling that you could hear further down but you were reluctant to investigate at first. Your escorts provided no help, only having done their job and promptly shut the door to your prison. When you picked one piece up, you slowly unfurled it only to find it to be a photograph of yourself a few years ago. It was taken with a group of friends for a going away party for one of them. The next one was of you just lounging in a beach chair and then another was of you captured when you were mid-laugh.
All photographs of you.
Keigo sat on the couch when you walked further into the apartment, just nonchalantly taking pictures out of a photo album from your apartment and crumpling them first before throwing them aside.
“I want these to be filled with only us now, okay? I don’t like thinking that you had a life before me.”
You had a life before him, one that was fulfilling even if it did come with some painful parts. There were regrets and mistakes before but it was your life and you cherished it. Truly you had wanted to fit Keigo somewhere inside your life, tried to realign his piece where you thought it should fit but the two of you were from different worlds. He had an invisible hand hovering above him to tell him how to navigate his world both on the surface and underneath, and you had freedom.
You had freedom but it was dashed away the moment you decided to break things off with Keigo.
He took it away.
These words have rung throughout your mind ever since Keigo locked you into this prison. They weigh heavily on you as you stare out the floor to ceiling windows, looking out towards the other high rises and down to the concrete ground where the civilians, other heroes, and sidekicks walk with no clue that you wished you were among them. It repeats over and over as you scrub yourself underneath the shower spray and lather fancy soaps and shower oils into your skin.
Keigo had gone to his agency upset with you.
He had woken you up with the flash of his camera and it had disturbed you. All he had wanted was just a simple photo of you sleeping, that’s all. The only thing you had to do was just close your eyes and play the part but you turned away with a quiet plea to let you rest. Even with your eyes shut, you must have still looked stressed so you didn’t look the part of a peacefully sleeping girlfriend when Keigo tried to ready the camera for another photo.
The film camera was slammed down on Keigo’s side of the nightstand and he left home without another word.
When he used to take pictures of you sleeping back when you were happy, you’d rouse with a playful ‘fuck off’ but happily pose for Keigo. Now it just felt violating when he tried to recreate what you thought was innocent before. Even with all the disgust you have, it’s still expected of you to do as he wants.
Keigo still wants the relationship to continue on as if you’re not threatened by the safety commission to remain with him, to act like this is all your own will.
You managed to salvage photographs of your old life, it’s the only thing you can hold onto that reminds you that you had freedom and your own will to do things. They’re hidden in your own special place, a little area that you’re sure to never give away because Keigo would be mad that you held onto something of your life before him. Photos of you living your life before Keigo Takami ever came along.
The ruined lines of the pictures make you upset since they were so pristine before but it’s all you have.
Staring at the you in those pictures makes you jealous but then also with pity.
If only she’d known what was in her future. If only you could touch this photo and tell yourself in the past, “Do not fall for the Winged Hero Hawks.”
You can’t allow yourself to wallow though; Keigo will be home soon and you need to put him in a good mood.
So you tuck your old pictures away and go through your walk in closet. There’s a drawer of intimates that are specifically Keigo’s favorites. He appreciated all forms of lingerie on you but his favorites were sheer nighties with the matching colored thongs. So you pluck one out from a drawer and discard the silk robe to dress yourself instead. You build up the mental strength for when Keigo will come back home and you’ll need to do your part to make sure that he’s a happy man.
“Keigo! Ew, what if it comes out ugly! You have to tell me when you’re taking a picture of me!”
“Nonsense baby,” Keigo would chuckle and ready the camera again, “you always look perfect to me.”
You do miss the happy times with Keigo but you couldn’t recreate them anymore after everything that happened.
Inside the apartment you can hear Keigo having just come home so you take in a breath to steel yourself before presenting yourself to him. Taking the film camera on his side of the bed, you hold it in your hands as you walk out to greet Keigo. You try not to be scared when his eyes naturally look to you coming out from the hallway, his eyes drawing up and down before he sees the camera in your hands. “I’m home.” He announces as is the usual custom of any person returning from the outside.
“Welcome back Keigo,” you greet him and slowly pad your way over to him, “thank you for all your hard work today.”
Not that you know what his work always entails now that you know the hero commission is the one that handles many of the biggest cover ups and secrets that are supposed to serve the interest of society. The world of a hero was a much darker place than you had imagined it to be. It was more than just taking down bad guys in the streets and being a symbol of protection; there were dirty and bloody secrets kept at bay to keep the image of hero pristine.
You are one of them after all, a dirty secret to keep the number two hero happy and compliant to work under the commission.
“What’s all this?” Keigo asks with a touch of wariness but also an excitement that you’ve learned to recognize in your time together with him. He’s shrugging off his jacket after dispersing his feathers off and discarding his gloves as you approach, some of his feathers tickling your face as they float around you when you get close enough to him. “Lovebird?”
Keep your composure. Make him happy.
“I… I’m really sorry about this morning Kei. I was just in a bad mood and I took it out on you. Lemme make it up to you?” You ask in your sweetest voice. You reach one hand up to take off his glasses and headphones, setting them aside on the most nearby surface before brushing your hand through his feathery hair.
Waiting with bated breath, you wonder if he’ll be happy or if he’ll still be upset.
When he turns his face to kiss your palm, you’re relieved that it will go in a good direction.
“You really hurt my feelings this morning but I forgive you. You’re so lucky that I love you so much.” He forgives you, adoration shining in his eyes but you can see the twisted affection that’s mixed in as well. It does not sit well with you, it stirs uncomfortably in your stomach, but you can not fight him nor could you run away.
You agreed to this after all, to be his caged bird and let him believe that this life was the best for you.
Taking him by the wrist, you walk with him past the windows that overlook the city. The city that he protects, the city that you wished to be a part of again. You guide him to the bedroom where you’ve set up for what looks like a romantic date. There’s flower petals sprinkled onto the bed and candles lit, two wine glasses sit on a fancy wooden tray along with the wine bottle.
It almost looks like you’re on a honeymoon.
“Oh lovebird, all this for me? This is why you’re the sweetest.”
God, you wish you could just smash that glass over his head and run out the door. You wished there was some place you could hide and never be found. You wished that Keigo used to be his normal self before this.
You hand him his glass and clink yours against his, taking a sip to at least make you a bit more relaxed so that you could give him what he wants. “Easy baby, don’t drink too fast.” He reminds you after sipping and swirling the red in his glass. But you need to do this fast, get this over with so that you can rest as peacefully as you can.
“Sit on the bed for me, drink it slowly okay.”
Keigo sets down his glass on the wooden tray and readies the camera towards you. You had a friend that would take boudoir photo shoots, you’d attended with them before to watch them direct the model to look sultry and sensual. Thinking back on the memories, you can hear their guiding voice as you pose for the first photo.
The wine glass is emptied and your mind is fuzzy already, you’re grateful that you’re a lightweight. All you needed was just that first glass to get through the excruciating start. It makes it easier to do all this, tilting your head a certain way, posing your hand against your lips, lifting the sheer skirt of the mighty to tease with a flash of the pretty lace underneath. At one point your glass is refilled and you’re grateful that more alcohol will make it easier on your poor, stressed mind.
Photo after photo taken until Keigo is satisfied.
“Fuck baby, you turn me on so much. I’m glad we did this.”
Strangely enough, you’re turned on too but you believe that it’s the wine that makes your head swim with desire. Your drunk mind sees Keigo’s glass that he hasn’t bothered to pick back up and drink, mindlessly reaching and going for a third glass for the evening. There’s too much enthusiasm in how you attempt to polish off Keigo’s drink, a drop of the wine dripping down and then falling onto the sheer nightie. “Ah baby, slow down. You got some on you.” Keigo chastises you lightly.
Keigo takes away the glass along with the tray off the bed. Wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand, you lick off the traces of wine first before looking down and sighing down at the single drop of red wine. You lick at your thumb and see if you can rub the spot off even though you know that it needs to be treated with club soda first before giving it a wash.
“Baby, let’s get that off you alright? Can’t have you wearing this now.” Keigo’s hands are gentle as he slips the nightie off of you and a few feathers carry it to the laundry basket inside the walk-in closet. More feathers slowly separate from his wings but fall gently down on top of your body as you lie back. They tickle you and feel so soft as they land on top of your skin. With the wine in your system and your inhibitions lowered, you look exactly how he’s wanted you to when taking photos.
Soft and vulnerable, almost close to the person you used to be before you became a prisoner.
All that’s missing was the love in your eyes but he’ll settle for your stupid, drunk gaze at this moment.
“God, you drive me wild… you know that right? I thought about you all day,” Keigo mutters more to himself but you manage to catch his words, “I was so mad at first. I just want us to be happy but you’re so much more difficult these days. I do everything for you and I can’t believe how ungrateful you were!”
Your eyes watch as a feather takes position in his hand and recognize how it hardens to a sharpened edge. His feathers are soft but they can cut through stone like butter if he willed it. It’s held close to your neck and you instinctively cower from it. You’ve never seen his feathers do any harm and you wouldn’t like to know what it would feel like. “I’m sorry… I said I was sorry!” You start to sniffle, “Keigo, I’m sorry…”
His anger melts away and then suddenly he’s dropped himself on top of you with the feathers softly dropping by your head. His head nuzzles into the crook of your neck and he grips the bedsheets right by your head. This is what it’s like with Keigo now, to stand on your tiptoes around him and be ready for any mood swing he has. And he seems to only have two: either insanely lovesick or just resentfully in love with you.
You’re not comfortable with either but you know which one you would rather deal with.
When he barges into your personal space and nuzzles you with affection even when you don’t want to be touched, you’d prefer that over when he’s disappointed in you. That when he gives you the cold shoulder and he gazes at you with a lot of love and just as much disgust when you don’t act right, it’s more stressful to make up with him and make him happy with you again.
Because in the end that’s what you are there for.
It’s what the hero commission demanded of you.
Make Hawks happy and keep him happy.
So you hold Keigo close to you, your hand curling to the nape of his neck while the other rubs circles over his back. Your touch makes him melt and you hear a happy little sigh from him that it’s almost relieving to hear. When you feel his lips press to the pulse of your neck, you turn your head so that Keigo has more access to do as he pleases. The wine makes it easier for you to allow this to happen but it also makes you a bit more sensitive. He elicits sounds out of you that you aren’t sure yourself are acting from your end or genuine. Because Keigo has a talent for blurring the lines for you.
Underneath the fear you have for him, there’s still a bare string of love that hasn’t died. Love for him that he doesn’t deserve with what he’s done to you, but it remains even when you cry in your prison.
You tell yourself that relying on that last shred of affection of who Keigo used to be is what will be your survival tactic.
“Wanna kiss you, c’mon.” Keigo is capturing your lips before you have a chance to say anything. It’s not like you’d have the option to say no to him anyway. The wine in your bloodstream makes you a little lazy, just letting yourself receive his kisses rather than show equal enthusiasm. But your hands wander up his arms, touching his shoulders before sliding down to a zipper that lies at the back of his shirt.
This part is familiar to you as it is to him.
It’s an easy chore for him to move his feathers out the way when he either dresses or undresses himself. It’s what comes with having a quirk like his and it’s not something he’s had to think about at this point in his life. You pull the zipper down from the back and Keigo does the work of undressing the top half of his body, shrugging his arms out the sleeves before tossing the shirt aside. One hand presses into the space beside your head, the other hand taking yours right at his belt buckle. “Undo it for me.”
Your fingers are a little clumsy but you complete the task, pulling his belt from the loops and tossing it off the bed.
“This is yours, I’ve been waiting to give it to you.” Keigo mutters lowly as he smooths his hand over the print of where his cock lies. “Do you deserve it though? After making me mad this morning?”
You don’t want to be reminded of how upset he was nor do you want him to bring it up. You’re doing what you’re supposed to; being soft and compliant, wearing the clothes he wants, and just trying to avoid making him angry. The wine, the camera, and lingerie are all for his pleasure and none of yours.
“Is this… not enough?” you ask, your mind struggling to find the words at first, “You’re not happy that I did this?”
You’re given a gentle smile and he chuckles, like he thinks you’re being silly. His hand cups at your breast, the pad his thumb ghosting over your nipple and awes how it hardens under his touch. He says nothing to your question, he’s allowed to not answer your questions but you have to answer every one of his.
So when he asks, “You want me happy, right?”
You reply, “Yes, I want you to be happy.”
Keigo tells you, “Say you’re mine and that you love me.”
You have to repeat, “I’m yours and I love you.”
Keigo melts over your words and for now, it smothers the scary glint in his eyes that you’re too wary of. He’s sick on whatever his version of love is for you and you need to make him happy. The tip of your finger draws along the lace of the panties you still wear, catching his attention and a lustful groan breaches his lips. “‘M horny Kei… want you.” you mutter.
“Yeah? Can you show me? Go back to the pillows and show me, okay?”
You crawl towards the headboard where all the soft pillows lay. He doesn’t see how you’re blinking to get your bearings in order, flopping against the pillows and opening your legs for him. Pulling the panty to the side with one hand, you shudder as you drag a finger against your pussy and keep your eyes lowered rather than on him.
One finger teases into you as you hear Keigo unzip his pants, deciding to discard the rest of his clothes and he wraps his hand around his cock. He slowly strokes himself while his eyes are trained in between your legs.
Keigo watches as you finger yourself for him, drinking in all the whines that you yourself are unsure are for his entertainment or if you actually are enjoying yourself. Because it does feel good to finger yourself but it’s only being done since you had to make it up to him. There is no such thing anymore as Keigo apologizing to you for when you’re upset.
“Baby, you are such a pretty thing.” He mutters more to himself than to you. A feather floats into his hand and he crawls towards you. Just like before, the feather suddenly sharpens and you become scared. Your body seizes and you’re about to beg Keigo to not hurt you but he shushes you before anything is said.
He slices off the panty you were wearing, careful not to knick you and pulls the flimsy little thing off you easily.
You’re relieved when the feather softens and it drops gently to the top of the bed.
“Why were you scared?” Keigo asks, his tone of voice hard and his eyes narrowing at you.
Oh god, maybe you shouldn’t have drunk all that whine to relax you. You stutter over your words, speaking before your mind can actually produce a thought. “I thought you were gonna punish me…”
“Punish you?”
You nod your head dumbly, “‘Cause I made you mad today. You were right to be mad. I made you mad.”
A few tense seconds pass.
His hands are gentle as he rests them on your thighs, his touch reassuring and he coos over you. “You are such a good little bird. What did I do to deserve you?” He asks, pulling your hand towards his lips so he can suck the slick off your fingers.
You don’t deserve me. You took me away from my life.
“I um… don’t know. I’m just me.”
“And that’s all you have to be. You don’t have to think or do anything for yourself anymore. Just be you.” Keigo states for you. He moves to lie on his stomach, making himself comfortable as he starts to lick at your pussy with his hands resting on your lower belly. He does it gently, he’s always done it gently first before he gets more enthusiastic, working you up until you end up a whiny mess.
The sounds you make as he eats you out are real. They’re not made from an intention to lull him to a sense of calm; they are actually real. Keigo has always been genuine in wanting you to feel good, it’s where he puts most of his heart into. Everything else has changed but him wanting you to still enjoy sex has remained the same. He’s a giver in this sense but you can’t forget how much he’s taken from you.
“Oh god… oh fuck…” you whisper, one of your hands tangling in his hair and the other grasping his hand. Your hips shift in want, writhing and grinding onto him as you get closer and closer to that peak.
If only this were like before everything had changed. Before he locked you away with all your rights taken away. As giving as he was, even if you hadn’t planned to break up with him, would he have taken away your life eventually? Done it little by little until it was too late to notice?
If you could fight him, you would.
“Oh fuck, I need you right now. So badly, you want me too right?”
But you let him take from you in order to live another day. To keep your sanity in check, you pretend when he kisses you that it’s the old Keigo that used to make you feel safe. He brings you to that high even though your mind is swimming. Your head is in a daze and you’re drunk and dying for him to let you reach that peak of heaven.
He drags you by your hips to pull you closer to him. Keigo wants to be in missionary and your brain rattles a little inside your skull. You’re drunk, whining as you attempt to focus your gaze, feeling feathers on the bed and just wanting to rest now at this point. You haven’t done much but you never have much energy these days when your mind is so stressed out. “Keigo. Kei, ‘m dizzy…”
“It’s okay, I won’t be too rough then.”
He leans down to give you a little peck before readying himself before you. The tip pushes in and you groan, feeling how he shallowly thrusts into you, like he’s teasing and making you want it. You’re not sure if you do but you have to act like it for him. So you beg him in the way that he likes, your voice a little pitched and breathless, telling him that you’re aching to be full of him. Missed you, I missed you, I miss you.
“Okay dove, okay. I’m here, see? Feel me here?” Keigo punctates the last word, sharply pushing himself into you with a grunt. He’s sheathed fully inside and he’s absolutely lovesick all over again as he looks down at you. “You miss me?”
I miss the old you.
“Mm-hmm… don’t leave me. Stay here.” you beg of him.
Words you used to say to him before everything changed. When you and him would make love before and you knew that he had to go back to the outside, you’d beg him so much to stay another day with you. To leave all the work to his sidekicks and make another sex video or take nude photos to put away in a secret box. Your head replays old memories of before as Keigo fucks you slowly, the sensual way in how he moves his hips into you making your eyes roll to the back of your head and you realize that you’re not acting anymore in the moment. “I’m about to cum, I’m gonna cum!”
He’s brought you to heaven in this hell.
Keigo tells you to keep cumming for him, rocking harder into you, cursing how good you feel around him and praising you for being such a wonderful little thing for him.
Your mind goes blank, voice catching in your throat, and your toes curl.
And then he’s rough, fucking hard into your cunt to meet you where you’re at.
Even after everything, Keigo still is beautiful to you as he cums. His eyes get lidded, the sounds he makes have the butterflies fluttering in you, and you can pretend for just a few seconds that it used to be like before. He used to drop down next to you, breathless but happy, and you’d revel in the short time you had together with him before you had to return to the daily routine of maintaining the life you built.
But now all you have is time to do nothing and all you are is just a bird in a cage.
“I just want a comfortable life for you. I love you, you don’t have to do anything.”
He claims to love you.
That’s why he didn’t like it when you broke up with him, because he says he loves you. That’s why he had to get the commission involved, because he was too heartbroken to continue his hero duties and obsessed even harder over you. That’s why he wants to erase any life you had before him and just fill it with him only in the same way only you consume his thoughts.
Just Keigo.
The high of an intense orgasm has you gasping for breath, almost emotional as you hiccup and tears come to your eyes, and you don’t know where all these emotions are coming from. You try to stop crying because you’re scared Keigo will take it the wrong way. He needs to be happy, it’s why you put yourself through all that.
“Shh baby, it’s okay. You were so good.” Keigo hushes to you without coupling with his usual tender touches. You wipe at your tears, looking up at him just in time to see the camera poised in his hand.
Flash!
A few days later, you look at the photos that were taken of you from that night. Your stomach burns uncomfortably as you look at the pictures, unable to recognize the girl in them knowing fully well that it was you photographed. The very last was Keigo’s favorite, the one of you with tears on your face and looking… beautiful actually.
You look at the photo, admiring it briefly before you turn it over.
For a while the camera goes missing. Keigo finds it later hidden inside your drawer of underwear, but he decides to let it go. All the pictures he took were accounted for, which was what mattered more to him.
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Repairs
Summary: After some time apart and the right timing, Kylian decides to repair the damage he's done by all means necessary.
Pairings: Kylian Mappen x reader
Warnings: None really :\
A/n: wow its been a while very sorry to the person who requested this I cannot figure out how to respond to the tag but here it is I hope you love it! xx
Pt.2
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What was once a cozy night away from the rainy weather of Paris quickly turned into one of the most painful nights you ever experienced in your life. That night was supposed to be about rekindling your relationship and reminding Kylian that there was still something worth fighting for here. But instead you were hit like a slap in the face with the reality that it was far from salvageable, and you didn't know where you both went so wrong.
“You ready, girly?”  suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by your friend you put on a small smile hoping she hadn't been standing there for long
“Oh, yeah  I‘m just fixing this piece that won’t stay down.” you said pretending to be focused on a strand of your hair.
“Y/n.” she said while reaching for the hair that was perfectly fine where it was.
“Yes?” you asked back looking at her through the mirror.
“Just because he’s in New York around the same time we are doesn't mean we're going to bump into him at the launch party. It’s a launch party. The list is limited!” she said, trying to reason with your anxious thoughts.
She was your best friend alright.
In a way she was right, it's just that when you saw those pictures of him in times square going around the day you landed you’d been on edge.
Keeping posts to a minimum, no locations, and definitely no notifications to avoid all the speculating comments asking if you two were back together or not.
“ I   guess you're right B, it's just that  I   worked so hard to be better after he left and part of that is because  I   managed to stay as far away as possible.” you said taking this moment you had alone to vent to her before you were surrounded in a club.
Sighing, your friend pulled you up and started walking you to the exit of the hotel room.
“Honey,  I   promise you everything is going to be just fine.” She said smiling when you finally decided to let all your worries go and smile with her.
----At the launch party----
You’d  had a couple drinks to help ease the nerves and so far they were helping.
As you were greeting a couple of other guests you heard a familiar voice come from behind you, “Y/N!”
Trying not to look like a deer frozen in headlights, you turned around and came face to face with Hiba, Achrafs wife.
You hadn't seen her or any of the wags since you left Paris months ago, only texting here and there but keeping it short to avoid any mentions of her husband's best friend.
“Oh my god hi!” was all you could muster to get out at the moment holding on to the hope that he wasn't here.
The more the small talk grew the more anxious you became and it got worse when Achraf walked up.
Yup, he was definitely here too.
“Y/n! How’s my favorite smartass!” he said bear hugging you in the process.
You couldn't help but laugh, he was always so full of joy and jokes.
Pulling away Achraf moved to the side and low and behold there he was.
As much as you wanted to turn away and pretend like you didn't see him you mustered up all your positive energy and walked up to him and gave him the kindest greeting in the world.
“Hi Ky, It's nice to see you.” you said, sneaking in the scent of his cologne, you missed that scent.
“You look beautiful Y/n, It's really nice to see you too.” he said with a small smile playing on his lips a bit taken back you’d been so nice to him.
He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you in tightly, almost like the way he used to.
Before you got lost in that world again you pulled his arms off you gently, smiled and turned back to Hiba.
Luckily for you someone called you away at that exact moment.
“It was really nice seeing you guys, we should catch up next time you guys are in!” you said and you glanced one last time at Kylian with a small nod and a smile before you were off.
Finally you released that breath of air you didn't even know you were holding and put on a smile for the rest of the guests.
As the night went on you shared stolen glances with Kylian although you tried to pretend you couldn't feel his intense stare on you every time a male approached you for longer than five seconds.
Finally, you felt like you had your fill of people and decided it was time to find a lonely balcony until your friend was ready to go.
At last you were able to find one with a nice bench that had zero strangers having makeout sessions on it.
Sitting down you admired the cold night full of shining lights and people walking, having the time of their lives.
Oh to be worry free.
“Stuffy?” you heard a voice startling you.
“ I  am so sorry  I   should have knocked or something.” Kylian said, stumbling over his own words.
“No no it's okay  I   was just really fixed on the lights  I   didn't even hear you walk up. Sit, please.” you said realizing you sounded a little demanding you looked away to hide your blush.
Quietly he sat beside you and looked straight ahead not wanting to do anything to make you uncomfortable.
“How have you been?” he asked, breaking the tense silence.
“Good! Yeah, good. Focusing on the family business you know? And you?” you asked back, still focusing on the lights.
“Good PSG is staying on top, it keeps me busy.” he said looking down at his hands frowning.
This wasn't right. And he wanted to make it right.
“I'm sorry.” he whispered, finally looking at you.
It was then that he took in just how beautiful you looked. Your skin glowing, hair long and soft, but the look in your eyes was dull no matter how big you tried to smile.
And he knew why.
“What?” you asked caught off guard finally looking at him.
And for the first time you actually looked into his eyes and you saw the same look you saw that night only this felt different.
Now it didn't feel like there was a wall between you two.
“You didn't deserve that from me, from anyone, ever.” he started.
“No ky, you don't have-” you began but were quickly cut off.
“No  I do because  I haven't been able to live with myself since  I  left that night,  I   was in a bad place with PSG, with my friends, and with myself and instead of letting you in  I  pushed you away and took it all out on you and for that  I   am really sorry Y/n.” he said putting his hand on your knee.
Tears began brimming your eyes, this was the Kylian you fell for two years ago.
He opened up and showed you who he was behind the cameras and the tabloids.
“Ky,  I forgave you the minute it was over.” you whispered, raising your hand to his chin.
“ I don't want it to be over anymore.  I  hate that word.” he said leaning into your touch.
“ I   wish it were that easy, Ky, but what you did hurt me a lot.” you said pulling your hand away.
There was no way you would allow him in that easily after working so hard to find your inner peace again.
“Mon amour, please” he whispered, feeling his heart begin to beat faster.
What if you never took him back? He was already a sliver away from becoming part of the one percent that looked at your social media pages constantly if he wasn't already.
He couldn't live with just the bits of your life shared on social media. He wanted to be a part of those posts.
“Friends?” you asked, smiling a genuine smile for the first time in a while. Holding your pinky for him to accept.
Taking what he could get he accepted.
Leaning in closer to you and taking your pinky in his he chucked.
“Friends.” he said looking down at your lips leaning in closer by the second.
All restraints flying out the window you whispered, “We’re not gonna be friends.”
“Nope.” he finished closing the gap and pulling you in making sure you’d never slip away again.
Pulling away you did have one question for him.
“How did you get in here?” you asked curiously.
“ My name was on the list?” he said in more of a questioning tone.
“The list that  I   made?” you asked, trying to hold in your laughter, this was your launch party after all.
Lost for words Kylian hid his face and cuddled himself into the crook of your neck.
“The security guard was a big fan and  I dragged Achraf and Hiba here when  I saw Bianca's story.” He said casually as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
Unable to hold in your laughter any longer you bursted into a laughing fit imagining Kylian stalking social media pages to find you.
Instead of making a snarky remark you just smiled and held on to him tightly embracing the peaceful silence and your new found “friend.”
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five-bi-five-mind · 1 year
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The Gift
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: JJ x fem!reader
Words: 2.4k+
Summary: You didn’t know what to expect when JJ said she had a gift for you. But it definitely wasn’t that...
Genre: Smut. Literally pure smut. I need to go to like horny jail for this...
Warnings: Top!JJ, bottom!reader, use of pet names, fingering (r receiving), strap-on (r receiving), a little bit of uhhhh roughness. Let me know if I forgot something.
A/N: So I actually had some of this sitting as a random WIP in my drafts and I kinda just made a fic out of it. This is probably the spiciest thing I’ve ever written and unfortunately I have something spicier sitting in my drafts... How have I become a smut writer oh my god lol 
Anywayssss, it’s for the anon that said it’s their birthday. You’re welcome. ;)
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You weren’t really one to celebrate your birthday, but when you had a girlfriend who insisted on making your day special you could hardly refuse. It was the first birthday you were to spend with JJ and she was excited to go all out. The both of you just hit the sixth month mark of being a couple too, so JJ knew you enough to plan the perfect evening. Though, for a moment in the upcoming weeks to your birthday you were starting to get a little scared she’d throw a huge party with all the team. You weren’t one for parties.
Luckily, that was far from the case. Instead, it was a quiet, intimate evening with the woman you loved. She took you to your favorite restaurant, shared a lovely bottle of wine with your favorite food, and ate the most decadent dessert you’d ever had. It truly was the perfect evening and it just showed you how well JJ already knew you. When dinner was over, she had taken you back to her place where she said she had gifts waiting for you. You had really insisted on letting her know gifts weren’t necessary. She paid for your dinner after all, and honestly that was enough for you. But it’s JJ, she went all out with everything for you. Constantly sweeping you off your feet.
The first gift took your breath away. It was a gorgeous necklace with a small topaz pendant and it definitely didn’t look cheap.
JJ couldn’t wait to see you wear it. She stepped behind you and gently brushed your hair away from the nape of your neck before clasping the necklace on. 
“There’s one more,” JJ murmured into your ear as she stood behind you. Her hands lingered on your neck and the way you felt her hot breath on the shell of your ear made you shiver. 
“One more?” You cleared your throat to try to compose yourself, hoping JJ wouldn’t notice the effect she had on you.
“Mhm.” She slid her hand into your own and began to turn and tug you with her. “It’s in the bedroom…” 
Your curiosity definitely peaked at that. When you reached the bedroom you saw a small box sitting on the bed, waiting to be opened. JJ let go of your hand once you reached the bed and looked at you anxiously as you picked up the box. You had a few guesses as to what it was, obviously you had a feeling it was a gift that was meant for only your eyes. Why else would it be in the bedroom? But you were eager to find out so you tore it open as fast as you could.
What you saw inside made you freeze. You placed it back on the bed and all you could do was stare at it. Any thoughts had left your mind the moment you saw it.
You had a couple guesses before you knew what it was, but none of them was this. Honestly, you expected lingerie, cute new underwear JJ wanted to see you in, or even possibly a vibrator to try with her. What you didn’t expect to see in the box was a rather large strap-on. 
Not that you thought something like that was even unusual. It’s just that JJ knew you’ve never used one before. Only ever having had fingers inside you. So, to get a gift like this… well, you weren’t expecting to try something new on your birthday. You weren’t opposed either, immediately picturing what JJ would look like with the harness strapped to her waist. 
“That’s more a gift for you than a gift for me” you chuckled nervously as you continued to stare down at the box. After all, she’s the one who’s been hinting for weeks that she wants to fuck you with one. Not that you weren’t curious to try, you were. But you were also perfectly satisfied with the blonde’s long, skillful fingers. 
“You won’t be saying that when I give you the best few orgasms of your life.” You just rolled your eyes. Sometimes she could be so fucking smug.
“Best few, huh?” 
“Oh, definitely.” She gave you a cocky grin. “I’m not going to want to stop at just one.” 
You looked down at the toy laying in front of you and weighed your options. She really wanted to fuck you like this and you really wanted to give her everything she could possibly want, but you’ve never used a strap-on before. You were trying to mentally compare the size of the toy to the size of three of her fingers inside you. Usually she fucks you with two, only using three occasionally when she wants to test your limits. You could barely take three, but you’d be lying if you said the feeling of being filled like that wasn’t absolutely addicting. 
“JJ…” you trail off. “It looks kind of big.”
“You can take it.” Her voice lowered when she said that. You looked back up at her to see her eyes had darkened and the smugness that was there before was totally gone. The look she had now was already making you wet. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together and just hope she wouldn’t notice. 
Hesitantly, you took the toy from where it lay in its open package and examined it closer. Yeah, it’s definitely fucking big. JJ was watching you like a hawk the entire time, her hunger for you growing just watching you hold it in your hands. Tons of absolutely filthy scenarios ran through her mind as she watched you. There were so many ways she could fuck you with it, and she was going to carry out every single one. 
“So…” JJ trailed off, eager for a response.
“Okay,” you relented, still eying the toy. “But go slow, okay?”
“Of course.” JJ honestly didn’t know if she could go slow with how excited she was, but she knew it was a must for you. She’d definitely try. 
  ……………………………………..
Watching JJ put the harness on had you both nervous and excited. You were not expecting your reaction to seeing her wearing it, but honestly it was short circuiting your brain. Currently sitting on the edge of the bed totally naked, you couldn’t help but squirm in anticipation for what’s to come. You also couldn’t stop yourself from pressing your thighs together so you could feel less exposed.
JJ walked over to the bed, her hands placed on either of your knees. 
“You look so beautiful like this, baby,” she whispered, her hands nudging your legs back open. 
All you could do was sit and watch her as she looked you up and down. Her hands went from your knees to brush up the insides of your thighs. When she reached between your legs, you both shuddered as she cupped you and felt how wet you already were. 
Suddenly, JJ’s hand reached up to your shoulders and with a gentle push, you found yourself on your back. She crawled onto the bed after you, her knees placed on either side of your waist to balance herself. JJ stared at you like that for a moment. You underneath her, your legs parted, your chest already rising and falling rapidly in nervousness and excitement for what was to come, your cheeks slightly flushed. She loved seeing you like this, but she knew she was going to love the sight of you absolutely ruined by her even more. And that’s when she dove in. 
Any hint of hesitation from her was completely gone. She had leaned down, with one hand cupping your chin, the other grabbing at your thigh to spread you open more as she kissed you. When her lips pressed to yours, she wasted no time in invading your mouth with her tongue and you couldn’t help the soft gasp you let out against her lips. If the kiss wasn’t already making you squirm, it didn’t help that you could also feel the toy resting on your thigh. You were still nervous about the size, but you also were getting desperate to feel her inside you.
The hand that was on your thigh returned to between your legs, her fingers running teasingly through your folds. She had barely touched you and yet you were already struggling to keep yourself still at the feeling of her fingers brushing over your clit. What shocked you was when, without warning, she easily slid two fingers into. You moaned against her mouth and your hands went to grip onto her shoulders. 
Her fingers moved in and out of you at a slow pace and she finally broke the kiss. You couldn’t catch your breath though, as her lips immediately attached to your neck. When you felt her fingers begin to spread inside you, you couldn’t help but wince slightly. Still not quite used to the feeling.
“You’re doing so good,” JJ groaned against your neck. “Almost ready for me.�� 
Your hips began to move with her fingers after adjusting to the feeling. You knew, with the way she was touching you and the way her mouth was all over you, you were already building up to your orgasm. JJ knew as well and when she pulled her fingers out of you, you couldn’t stop the whine of protest.
“Shh, baby,” JJ cooed as her hand went to the toy, rubbing the wetness on her fingers all over it. “The first time you cum tonight will be on my cock.” JJ had never talked to you like that before, but it absolutely floored you. You felt her line up the toy to your entrance and held your breath the moment she started to slowly move her hips and slide it in. Immediately, you felt the burn of it stretching your walls. You gritted your teeth when she had it fully inside you. 
“You have to breathe, princess,” JJ said, her hips still as she waited for you to adjust. Taking a deep breath at her words, you nodded your head and then she started to draw her hips back, before thrusting them forward hard.
You cried out when you felt her set a fast pace almost immediately. What the fuck happened to going slow? JJ had promised that, but seeing you like that, a whimpering mess being absolutely stretched out by the slightly too big faux cock that she purposely chose. It was too much for her. She couldn’t hold back, fucking into you with utter desperation, letting her lust for you cloud her every thought and take over her entire body. You thought you’d break, but only for a moment. Then you got used to the feeling and fuck did it feel so good. 
Your hands flew to JJ’s hips and you moved your own to match each thrust. Her lips moved down to your chest and when she took your nipple into her mouth, tugging it slightly with her teeth, and paired it with a particularly rough move of her hips, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying out. She was grunting and panting on top of you, the force of her hips pressing into yours and the way her hands were gripping at your thighs to keep you wide open for her would surely leave marks. You honestly did not care at this point. This feeling was addicting, to be absolutely filled by her while her hands and mouth were touching every inch of you. Your eyes rolled back and your head fell limp as she sped up. You didn’t even know she had this kind of strength in her, but she was feeling almost as good as you were. The base of the harness pressing against her clit in just the right way mixed with the combination of hearing you moan for her was bringing her close to the edge, and she wanted to fall apart with you. 
“You feel so good,” JJ groaned as she felt your body tremble beneath her. “So fucking good, princess.” 
All you could do was moan her name in response as she began to fuck into you with all of her might. Moving her hands to the backs of your legs, she bent your knees upwards until they were pressing against your chest. This gave her the perfect opportunity to fuck you deeper and harder and with each thrust you felt your walls tighten around her cock. You were seconds away from coming and she was too.
“F-Fuck, JJ, I’m so close,” you cried out. 
“I know, baby,” She grunted as her movement became more erratic. “I am too. Just hold on a little more.”
JJ rutted into you with desperation, her rhythm lost as she chased her own orgasm. You were struggling to hold on, yours quickly approaching with each time you felt JJ slam inside you. 
“I can’t, I-”
“Shh, I want us to cum together,” JJ pleaded. Your nails dug into her skin as she moved roughly inside you. Your entire body was shaking and to stop yourself from constantly crying out, your teeth sank into JJ’s shoulder as she kept fucking into you. The feeling of your nails and teeth digging painfully into her skin is what sent JJ. 
“Now,” JJ groaned. “Come for me now.”
You both came together, you muffling your moans into JJ’s shoulder and her moving her cock inside you sloppily until you both came down. She stayed inside you when her body collapsed on top of you and you shuddered at the feeling of the toy moving slightly inside you.
“See,” JJ said between taking deep breaths. “It’s not just a gift for me.” 
“Shut up,” you chuckled. Even with both of you absolutely spent, she still found a way to be smug. 
JJ grinned before kissing your lips. When you tried to deepen it though, she pulled back. Her grin grew wider and before you knew it she had flipped you so that you were now forced to sit on top of her, the toy still buried deep inside you. 
“What the-” your sentence was cut off by JJ’s hips thrusting up into you with force, turning your protests into a moan.
“I believe,” JJ’s hands grabbed your waist as she sat up, rolling her hips up to move her cock inside you. “I said best few orgasms of your life.” 
And fuck did she mean it. As the night stretched on and JJ continued to turn you into a moaning mess, you completely took back what you said about the gift. This was definitely a gift for you, and she proved it over and over again.
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leafs-lover · 10 months
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y/n and Freddie in btpdg is one of my favorite couples to ready about. have you thought of doing a blurb or something where Freddie comes home from a roadie and wakes y/n up in a ✨spicy✨ way? like, maybe when ollie was a baby because sleep is precious when they have 4 little monsters.
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This is set before YN and Fred have had conversations about getting together but it’s painfully obvious they both want it so like figure it out already? You also don’t have to have read the entire fic to make sense of it, this is a stand alone piece
Warnings: swearing, smut (fingering and p in v), a slight dominance link, I didn’t proofread or edit so if you see any spelling/ grammar mistakes keep them to yourself
Fred’s least favourite thing was leaving.
Ollie learned what the duffle bag meant and would whine every time he saw it, you of course knew what it meant and would also whine about it. Only difference was he could reason with you. He’d always promise you a date once he returned and you’d always prop yourself on your tippy toes, wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face down, growling “why wait?”
Oliver was walking and talking, a handful with every step, leave him alone for more than a minute and every toy was thrown across the living room, or he would have the pantry open tossing boxes onto the floor. He kept you on your toes and you both felt uneasy leaving him even if only for a few minutes. So you would wait, but that doesn’t mean you’d make it easy on him. You would constantly send pictures, snapchats, answering his FaceTimes while wearing practically nothing. You knew exactly what you were doing and it drove him crazy.
Typically the Pens would fly the team back early in the morning after a road trip and since giving Fred a key you tended to wake up and find the living room full of laughter, Oliver wearing only a diaper as he terrorized the couch cushions.
This particular road trip ended in Philly and it was a very quick flight home. The team ventured back to Pittsburgh after the game and Fred set out for your apartment. He made good time, it was near midnight and the roads were empty.
Not a single light was on, not even the blue glow from a TV to alert him to your presence. It’s quiet, but not an eery quiet, it’s peaceful.
Fred drops his bag by the door and sets his keys in the bowl. His jacket is left on the rack and he starts to unbutton his dress shirt as he walks down the dark hallway. He stops at Oliver’s room and half expects the crib to be empty meaning a night with a sprawling toddler who kicks him seventeen times in the ribcage, but as the light from the hall filters in Fred catches a glimpse of the red locks on his tiny body. Like every night he spends with Oliver, Fred walks over to the side of the crib and takes a second to just watch his son. There is something about watching a baby sleep perfectly and peacefully that makes his heart swell - he doesn’t know how he went this long without it. He gently whispers goodnight and places a kiss to his cheek, then leaves the door as he found it - open a crack - before venturing toward you.
There is a copy of The Whispers cracked open on the mattress beside you, a cup of cold herbal tea lingers on the bedside table. The blankets are down low past your hips and one leg is kicked out - evidence you got hot at some point - your perky nipples protrude through the thin white cotton shirt you wore to sleep. The desire for baby number two throbs in his pants, if only that topic wouldn’t send you running Fred could bring it up.
He throws his pants over a chair, folds his shirt and places it on the seat and slips out of his socks. He grabs your “bookmark” from the night stand and lets his finger trace over the worn edges for a moment. It’s not an actual bookmark, but a picture taken moments after Oliver was born. Fred knew you were using a picture, but Oliver was almost one before he knew what the picture was, and that was the moment he knew there was a chance you’d come back to him. Because it’s not a picture of just you and Oliver, it’s one of the three of you. Sweat clings in your hairline, trapping baby hairs to your forehead, both of you have puffy red eyes from crying with the biggest smiles imaginable plastered to your faces, only thing is Fred is staring at Oliver and you are looking up at him. Even with the emotions of that moment, he can see there is more to the look you are giving him. You’re not staring at the father of your son, you are staring at the man you love. Fred is so happy he noticed that glimmer in your eyes and decided to wait you out, because he catches you looking at him like that countless times a day (even though you won’t admit it anytime soon). Fred smiles, like he does every time he sees this photo, and sets it inside the book, then curls up beside you.
He knows he should let you sleep, you have a very energetic toddler that loves to keep you on your toes, but that shirt is just a little to see-through and a little too tight and you sent one too many messages.
He starts slow.
His hand on your stomach and lips on your jaw. It’s soft, a kiss that goes unnoticed.
His calloused hand ventures up, finding one of those perfect breasts you spent a week tormenting him with and he begins to massage it, tweaking and tugging at your nipple. A sleepy sigh catches in your throat but Fred can tell it’s going to take more.
His touch is light as his hand drops, under the elastic band of his boxers you decided to sleep in. The pressure starts off gentle, slow circles being pressed against your heat. His lips trail along your jaw, over to the sweet spot on your neck. Instead of kissing he starts to suck, harder and harder, letting his teeth sink in. When he doesn’t earn the response he desperately seeks, two fingers toy at your entrance, coating themselves in your arousal.
“Hi baby,” Fred murmurs when you finally start to stir.
“Hi,” you mumble back, involuntarily tilting your head to the side, giving him more space to work with. “I missed you.”
“I know you did.” His fingers slip inside as far as they can go. Your eyes dart open.
“Shit baby.” Your legs kick out and back arches as he thrusts his digits back inside.
“You knew what you were doing with all those pictures you sent.” He chastises, thrusting his fingers back inside once again. “Knew what it was doing to me.”
“Of course I did.” Your voice is becoming strangled, the pressure starting to build.
“Then what did you expect?”
Fred shoves his boxers down your thighs and you feel his cock, rock hard and leaking excitement all over your hip. With a few more thrusts to get you wet and ready, Fred replaces his fingers with his member, and you both moan in unison.
“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” He probes, shunting you up the bed with one deep thrust. “What you wanted huh?” He punctuates with another thrust.
“I always want you.” You whimper, knowing he is waiting for a response.
Your fingers tremble when they feel the hard muscles of his back. You always loved his body and he’s always loved yours. Beads of sweat cascade down your neck and Fred smiles, his second favourite thing to lick.
“Only me right?”
He doesn’t mean it as a question, at least not in this moment. There will be a time for the hard questions, a conversation where he will make you admit to what you’ve been feeling (because he has zero doubt and knows you just need a nudge). This question is more about dominance, a reminder, because him practically prodding your cervix doesn’t do that.
“As if there could be anyone else.”
Fred hooks your left leg over his hip and finally brings his lips to yours. His mustache tickles your upper lip and his tongue works its way into your mouth. It’s sloppy, frantic, full of heat. Every time he presses his tongue in further your nails scratch along his back. And after every firm and direct thrust hits that spot deep inside, your moan gets caught in his mouth.
“You look so good with my cock inside you.” Fred grunts, punctuating his words with another thrust.
“You feel so good inside me.”
“Gonna feel even better with my cum dripping out of you.” Fred smirks as one hand snakes between your bodies and rubs at your clit. It suddenly becomes very difficult to concentrate on what he is saying. You can see his lips moving and can only imagine the filth spewing out.
You writhe beneath him as your pleasure reaches it’s peak. Your nails dig deep into the thickest part of his bicep and with one more punctuated thurst you come undone, warmth spilling around his cock. Fred’s cocky grin only grows even as his thrusts are sloppy and shallow, and just as your body relaxes Fred spills everything deep inside your cunt.
It takes a bit for your hearts to steady, it always does, Fred’s version of a “quickie” often leaves you feeling like you ran 5k.
Fred looks down at you, brown eyes clouded with lust and passion and leans back in, replacing the heated and heavy kisses with a soft one, full of warmth.
“Elskede.” He smiles sweetly, his cock soft inside you.
“Hmm.”
“Tease me like that again and I won’t wake you up as nicely next time.”
“No idea what you’re talking about,” you shrug him off, a hint of insolence in your voice. His cock twitches. You being bratty always did turn him on.
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