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lovelettersfromluna · 7 months

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Summary: Back home for the holidays after hooking up with your best friend, who you also happen to be madly in love with...what could possibly go wrong.

an: Look who managed to get the final part of a series in a manageable time, me!! This honestly would have been out way sooner but I ended up getting pretty sick, so I apologize for that. Im feeling better, and super inspired! I have some other stuff in the works for you all as well, bc I think you deserve to be spoiled 😌. Anyways! I hope you guys enjoy the last installment of this fic!! 🖤🖤🖤

Warnings: Smut!! MDNI!! 18+, Ellie and reader are both very sad and very stubborn, angst, hurt/comfort, alcohol usage, mention of marijuana, making out, pet names, oral (Ellie receiving), tribbing, let me know if I missed anything!

Part 1, part 2

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The holidays had always been your favorite time of the year.

It always filled you with this warm, cozy, feeling every time you thought about it. Throughout all three hundred and sixty five days of the year, you looked forward to those last three months tucked away at the end of the year, that were filled with nothing but warm memories.

Ever since you had started college, you family made it a tradition of having you come back for the holidays. Right after halloween, you would practically race through the assignments you had until thanksgiving break before you were off to catch a flight to spend time with your family.

You and Ellie always went home together.

She was practically apart of your family, and you were practically apart of hers. If Joel wasn't knocking on your door with a half burnt pie with Ellie standing by his side, eager to play whatever new video came out that month, you and your family were making their way to the Miller house. It was just how things were, and you it was another reason why you loved the holidays so much.

But this year, things had changed.

The air only got colder with each passing day, nipping away at your skin and making it harder and harder to peel yourself from your warm bed every morning that you had class. It was like with each passing year, the colder months grew to be more bitter and unforgiving than the last.

It had been almost a month since you spoke to Ellie.

After everything that had happened at the party, the slew of emotions that brewed within the depths of your mind and soul was almost too much to bare.

After you passed out in Ellie's arm, the bliss you felt could not compare to anything else you had ever felt before. Out of all that you had done, every one you had ever been intimate with, there was no way they could ever hold a candle to the way Ellie made you feel that night. Her arms stayed wrapped around your body throughout the entire night, soft lips pressing sleepy kisses against your face and neck, her low voice mumbling sweet nothings into your ear between the hazy state that lies between sleep and wake.

All of it came together to create the single most euphoric experience you had ever come in contact with in your entire life. But but daylight, it was all ripped away.

As soon as your eyes opened, adjusting to the light shining into the foreign bedroom you slept in, you were confused. You weren't in your bedroom, you certainly weren't in your house, you started to struggle with finding things that you were familiar with.

The second you looked down and saw Ellie's face pressed against your chest, you had gotten what you asked for.

It made you seize up a bit, your body stiffening in the girls embrace as you slowly recalled what had happened the night prior. Images of Ellie slotted between your legs came flooding in, her face slick with your arousal, green eyes low and filled with lust, mumbling the filthiest things to you as she destroyed your core with her skilled tongue.

The memories alone made you whine.

The sound made Ellie groan in her sleep, the brunette humming softly as she stirred a bit in her sleep before she leaned in, pressing lazy, sleepy kisses against your throat as she nuzzled closer into you, seeking your warmth as she slowly came to.

"hmmm..whats the matter baby?" She mumbles out against your skin, her voice low and filled with that delicious gravel that only came with sleep. It makes you swallow thickly, taking a deep inhale as you still in her arms.

She was so comfortable, basking in the bliss that you felt mere moments ago. You could tell, from the relaxed muscles of her biceps, to the soft little hums that you felt against your neck, Ellie didn't have a care in the world, not when you were in her arms like this, not when she still had memories of the night prior running through her mind, painting a soft little smile on her pink lips

And truthfully? That made you feel even worse.

Your lack of a response makes her hum, as she blinked her green eyes open to stare up at you, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. She saw the look on your face, she saw how it was nearly drained of all color. She was confused, because you both had such an amazing night together, there was no reason why you shouldn't be just as blissed out as she was.

"Baby? You with me?" She questioned once again, watching as you blink a few times, seemingly registering her words. You inhaled deeply, clearing your throat as you grabbed both of her arms, and began pulling them from around your body. Ellie frowned as she watched you, but not making any attempt to tighten her grasp and keep you close to her.

You didn't answer, you simply rolled out of bed and silently began grabbing your clothes that had been tossed around the bedroom, the fact alone made you frown further, because through the haze of your hangover, the exhaustion, and the overwhelming urge to crawl back into bed and let Ellie do whatever she wanted to you.

All you could think about, was Sofia.

Her pretty hair, her twinkling eyes, the little dimples she had at the corners of her lips. Her pretty face was the only thing that you could see in your mind. It was like her beauty was evading every corner of your brain, forcing herself to be known, to be acknowledged by you. For anyone, this would have most definitely been the normal thoughts that are linked to someone as beautiful as Sofia, but not for you.

Because you were moaning underneath her girlfriend a mere few hours ago.

You felt like you wee going to pass out. Your heart started to beat faster as the magnitude of what you did, what you let happen, finally began to settle in. It made you feel sick, and the back of your throat burned as hot tears threatened to spill past your eyes and onto your cheeks. How could you have been so stupid? How could you have ever let something like this happen? You were careless, and it was at the expense of someone else's feelings, someone else's relationship.

Through the racing thoughts that filled your head, and the pounding of your heart in your chest, you couldn't hear Ellie calling out for you multiple times. She was sat up on the bed, eyeing you as you rummaged through the bedroom to grab your belongings. She watched with furrowed eyebrows, and a gentle frown, trying to get you to simply look at her for a few minutes. Ellie knew you too well, and she knew that the quieter you got in times like this, the more you got trapped inside your own head.

She was losing you, and she knew that.

She called out your name once more, and through the graces of some unknown force, you heard it. It snaps you out of your thoughts, and it forced you to stand up straight, your head turning in her direction and eyeing her like a deer caught in the headlights. It made Ellie sigh softly, her feet swinging over the bed as she got up, and began making her way over to you.

"What's...what are you doing, baby? I thought...I thought we" She mumbled out softly, taking a few steps towards you. Her frown deepened when you respond to this, by stepping away from her. The way you stared up at her, is a look she doesn't think she will ever be able to forget, because you look terrified, disgusted, scared.

Worst part is, she doesn't know if you feel that way about you, or yourself.

She tried reaching out for you, slender fingers inches away from your waist, her hands burning for you once again. You stepped back again, staring at the girl in disbelief. "Thought what, Ellie? Huh? Thought that...that you could just ruin my night last night? And then drag me up to a random fucking room just to fuck me? So that you could.." You choked up, the words dying down in your throat, the mere thought of what you were going to say making those hot tears burn at your throat again.

You inhaled deeply, blinking back the tears that glossed over your eyes. "That you could use me, to cheat on Sofia" you whispered out, and that was enough to make those wretched tears spill onto your cheeks.

Ellie felt herself choke up as soon as she saw you that way, teary eyed, voice barely above a whisper, heart visibly breaking, and it was all because of her. It was all because of her, and her inability to do things right for once in her life.

You didn't make any attempt at hiding your tears anymore, they were there, and it was clear to see that what happened, was affecting you. The only thing you could do, was leave with the small amount of pride that you still had.

When a moment passed without Ellie saying anything, the girl knowing deep down, that there was nothing she could truly say to justify the situation, or make her actions any less wrong than they already were, you let out a tired sigh. You picked up the last of your things, slung your purse over your shoulder, and left Ellie there standing there.

And as horrible as it sounded, it hurt even more when she didn't try to chase after you.

You didn't want to ask your mom if Ellie and Joel were coming to your house for the holidays, because you knew that it would instantly raise suspicion on what had been going on between the two of you. Your mother could see right through you, and she was no stranger to how eager you always became to have both Joel and Ellie over to the holidays, so once she noticed that it was replaced with anxiety, she would be concerned. She was already confused when she learned that you and Ellie wouldn't be making your way home together like usual.

You hated traveling alone, you always did the annual holiday flight home with Ellie. She made what would usually be quite the boring trip, something that you found to be just as exciting as the holidays itself. You saw it as the perfect way to kick off your favorite time of the year.

But this year, you were doing it alone. Something about it made you feel like the holidays this year wouldn't go down as one of your favorites.

As soon as your parents were picking you up from the airport, and smothering you in kisses, telling you how much they missed you and asking you how your flight went, you felt a bit of the dark cloud that was looming over you clear up a bit. It allowed you to forget about the intense thoughts of your best friend that had been following you around for the past month.

It made you feel hopeful for the time that you had home.

After that night, there was a tiny piece of you that hoped Ellie would reach out. You selfishly hoped that she would come and find you, apologize for what happened, tell you that things between her and Sofia were fine, so that you could go back to normal.

But she didn't.

Ellie ignored you, just as much as you ignored her.

You kept your head down for the most part, in class and when walking through the hallways. You didn’t know how you’d be able to handle seeing Ellie, or seeing Sofia.

Or worse, seeing them together.

When it was fresh, you wanted to avoid it. You wanted to pretend it didn’t happen and carry on throughout the remainder of the semester keeping to yourself.

Soon, you realized that you’d gone the longest without speaking to Ellie throughout your entire friendship. She didn’t text you, she didn’t try to come and see you, hell, she didn’t even look in your direction. It was like she didn’t know you, as if you hadn’t practically grown up together, reaching your greatest milestones together.

On her end, there was complete silence.

The one time you caught her looking at you, was when Alex was sitting with you in the courtyard one day. It was one of the last days leading up to the break, and Alex had slowly made her way back to you. After everything happened, she gave you your space, while quietly letting you know she was still around. Once you finally worked up the courage to speak to her, and apologize for what Ellie did, she told you she understood. She tried to explain to you, that the way Ellie looked at you, wasn’t the way someone looks at just a friend. She could see the fire in her eyes, an undeniable need for you.

But you refused to believe it.

Ellie had every chance to be with you. She was the closest person in the world to you, she knew everything about you, her she never made any attempts to take things further. That was fine, it wasn’t something you dwelled on, because if you weren’t Ellie’s type, then so be it. You knew you weren’t, and while it was something that didn’t bother you…

It did once she had no issue with hooking up with you, but never tried to actually love you.

It made you feel cheap, knowing that you were only worthy of being the other woman, of being the girl that had to stay hidden behind closed doors, a fantasy for Ellie to play with, all while having the benefits of Sofia as her girlfriend. It made you wonder why you weren’t good enough, what separated you from the other girls she dated.

You figured you’d leave that thought alone. If you didn’t, you’d drive yourself mad.

Alex acted as your person of comfort through all of this, offering you nights of hanging out, study dates, or even stopping by to talk after class. You had to admit, it helped. And while she was sitting across from you on a bench underneath a shady tree, listening as you vented about the paper you were working on for that week, you happened to look up for only a second, and you were suddenly locking eyes with Ellie.

Ellie, who had eyes that were glazed over, lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but couldn’t. Eyebrows knitted together as if she’d cry at any moment, begging, screaming for you to hear her, to see her.

Ellie, who immediately turns her head away from you, and keeps on walking.

Throughout the entire month of not speaking to Ellie, that was the single interaction you had with her. And now, you were expected to spend the holidays with her, her father, and the rest of your family. Pretending as if everything was okay, and none of this was keeping you up every single night since the party.

You tried your hardest to get out of the dinner your mom had planned.

You used every excuse in the book. You said your throat was hurting, meaning you must have been coming down with a cold, you complained that you had the worst headache, you even tried using the excuse of not bringing any appropriate clothes for a party.

But of course, your sweet parents did their best at convincing you that the party would be fun, and you’d regret missing it if you did.

You tried taking your time while getting ready, hoping that with some stroke of luck, everyone that was supposed to arrive would’ve flaked on the last minute, meaning you wouldn’t have to put on a tight dress and do your makeup for no reason. Once you heard your mothers squeals, paired with the front door creaking from upstairs, you knew that was out of the question.

You slowly made your way downstairs, kitten heels clicking against the wooden floorboards, the bottom of your white linen dress swaying a bit with you as you walked. It fit you perfectly, hugging your curves at the middle, little flower cutouts littering every other inch of the dress, a dainty little golden necklace resting against your chest, your hair styled perfectly, makeup even more so.

You smiled softly as you greeted some of the guests, all of them raving to your parents about how pretty you were, how much you’d grown, how they didn’t have a little girl anymore. The compliments swelled your heart, making your head big as you shook them off, trying your best to keep up with all of them. The guests were a good distraction, giving you the opportunity to act as your mothers mini me, handing out glasses of champagne and whiskey, giving everyone a warm greeting.

It was so much of a distraction, that you barely noticed your father opening the door for Joel and Ellie.

With how much she’d been avoiding you, you were almost convinced she wouldn’t come. Ellie was never one to go to places she didn’t want to, and Joel rarely forced her. He knew her boundaries, and so did she, and you were sure that as of right now, you were crossing every single one of them with just your existence alone.

Ellie catches sight of you first, once your father let her go of the big bear hug he gave her, her eyes were instantly searching for you.

She feels her breath hitch once she lays eyes on you, pushing your pretty hair past your shoulder, laughing softly at something someone that wasn’t fully visible to her was saying. You brought your champagne glass to your lips, sipping a bit of the golden, bubbly liquid.

Ellie had never been more jealous of a fucking glass in her entire life.

A few hours prior, Ellie had been pacing in her bedroom a few blocks away from your house. She didn’t know what to wear, she didn’t know how to act, she didn’t even know if she’d actually being going. Ever since the night at the party, Ellie had an unmistakable lump in her throat every time she thought about you.

Every time she thought about your lips on hers, or the way your moans sounded, or the way she’d stupidly avoided that nagging little voice inside her head for the past however many years, screaming at her about how pretty you are, about how good it felt to sleep in bed with you at night, at how fucking right it felt to simply be near you.

She thought about all the times the perfect girl for her was standing right there, and she somehow always passed her up for someone else.

Ellie’s initial reaction to everything was to run. She wanted to run from everything, from you, from Sofia, from her feelings. Everything that was complicated in her life was just another thing she needed to get away from, and it’s why you didn’t hear from her after that night. She made sure to make herself scarce, because she knew once she got in front of you again, she’d either say something ridiculous that would dig her into a deeper hole than she was already in, or she’d screw up and kiss you again because she simply couldn’t help herself.

She figured staying away was the best.

Fighting off her feelings was the way to go, and it’s what she did. She knew that eventually she’d have to face the music, but she opted for that later than sooner. She hoped that by the time she saw you again, you’d both be able to get over whatever it was that happened, sweep it under the rug and carry on like before.

Yet, here she was, facing the music like she knew she had to, and it wasn’t any easier than it was in the beginning.

You were always pretty, from the moment Ellie had found you on the playground as kids, she thought you were pretty. The way your eyes crinkled when you smiled, the way you hid your face behind the thick, frumpy turtle necks during the winter, only your cute cheeks and eyes visible, everything about you had always been so fucking pretty, there was no doubt about it.

But God…she had a tendency of forgetting how fucking breathtaking you were when you were like this. All dressed up, diamond earrings twinkling in the dim light of your home, lips tinted the most perfect shade of red, complimenting your skin tone, tugged between your teeth as you eagerly listened on in whatever conversation you were in.

Whenever you looked like this, only one thought came to Ellie’s mind. She’d think about you and her, in a nice big house, planning cheesy Christmas parties for people, wining and dining your guests, her strong arm snagged around your waist as she paraded around her beautiful wife, bragging about the shiny diamond ring she used to propose to you.

It was a selfish thought, but still one that lingered in the back of her mind. Whenever she couldn’t sleep, or got a little too high, it would pop up, and put a stupid smile on her face as she basked in the way her chest warmed up at the thought of making you her wife, the perfect timeline of friendship to lovers.

It was ridiculous, wasn’t it? Ellie dreaming of you as her wife yet she’d brag about other girls to you constantly. Yeah, she didn’t get it either.

It was like a form of self sabotage, Ellie somehow feeling she’d never be enough for you. As your best friend, she wanted nothing but the best for you, because she knew you deserve it, and somehow she didn’t fit that category herself. She wanted desperately to, to be the one for you, to sweep you off your feet and show you what love is. It made her sick to her stomach even thinking about someone else doing it for you, anyone but her.

It was twisted, and selfish, and fucked up, and it was why you guys were drifting further apart than you ever had.

When Ellie finally decided to go to the party, she had it all planned out. She was going to get in, have a few drinks to loosen her up a bit, then she’d take you away and confess her undying love for you….

Or? She’d stare at you like a hawk all night, get too drunk and leave without uttering a single word to you, continuing her silent streak she had going.

The choice was in her hands.

You still hadn’t noticed her at that point, and once a few other guests had made their way to your front door to be greeted by your dad, and she noticed that you didn’t look their way either, she figured you were avoiding the front door like a plague, because you didn’t want to risk seeing Ellie.

And that was true, partially. You were half ignoring the door, and half enjoying your glass of champagne while speaking to one of your dads dearest friends. The alcohol made you feel warm, and it made it easier to have tunnel vision on anything but Ellie, allowing your fake smile to appear the slightest bit more real to the party goers, and that was good enough for them, and for you.

As much as you tried ignoring the door, you couldn’t ignore Ellie’s eyes burning into from different parts of the room. You could feel her gaze searing into you when your parents were greeting her, once again raving about how beautiful she’d gotten, how much they loved her tattoos. As much as you wanted to give in on her, and lock eyes with those green eyes you missed so much, you knew that was a bad idea.

You’d have to simply play dumb for the rest of the night

The party carried out better than you’d imagined.

You managed to avoid Ellie without being painfully obvious to everyone there that you were in fact avoiding Ellie, and you wanted to praise yourself for doing so. It was easy, busying yourself with guests, the alcohol turning you into the little social butterfly your parents always wanted you to be. Using the excuse of hopping from conversation to conversation made it easy to keep your focus on something for enough time, that you were able to completely ignore Ellie.

Being pulled in all sorts of directions, being called every time you stepped away to refill someone’s drink or grab another tray of snacks, you were the star of the show, as funny as that seemed to you. The attention you received would’ve made your head spin on any other given day, but right now, it was just what the doctor ordered.

Sure, there were a few awkward moments where Ellie made her way to the bar when you just so happened to be there. There were moments where her broad shoulders would brush past yours, almost pulling you out of your fantasy world completely, putting you at her mercy. There was even a moment during dinner where you were positive Ellie’s eyes were going to pop out of her head with how closely she watched you.

Through all of those things, and many other tiny little instances that were a bit too awkward for you to deal with, you prevailed. And honestly? It made you feel hopeful for your future in school. If you managed to ignore Ellie so flawlessly during a holiday party, all while maintaining the composure of not having her near? There was no way in hell you’d fuck up the same exact thing at school.

You didn’t need Ellie, and you were slowly proving that to yourself.

Once dinner was done, everyone stayed for only a bit longer, praising your mothers cooking skills, and the decorations in the house. Slowly, the guests started to leave, sleepy eyes and full bellies was all they needed to be sent home with sweet dreams and even sweeter desserts, courtesy of your mother. You felt the weight on your chest grow lighter and lighter with each person leaving, knowing that in due time, Ellie would be leaving as well. When you heard your father and mother walking Joel to the door, all three of them laughing like a group of teenagers after a rowdy night together, you bid the older man a goodbye and made yourself scarce. The kitchen had been cleaned, leftovers had been packed up and put away, and you were feeling far too warm from the liquor, and in desperate need of your bed.

Your heels clicked against wooden stairs as you made your way up to your bedroom, a soft huff leaving your lips as you reached behind your back, struggling to undo the annoying little clasp that held the back of your dress together near the zipper. Another puff of air blew passed your burgundy tinted lips once you reached your bedroom, kicking your slipper heels off as you continued clumsily fumbling with the back of your dress. At this point, you felt tempted to call it quits and sleep in the damn thing.

A soft knock on your door caught your attention, and you let out a sigh of relief as you walked over to it, knowing that it was most certainly your mother coming up to catch any late night gossip that you and her had caught within the night from some of the older ladies that attended.

“Thank god, i was waiting for you to come up. Can you help me with this, mom? I can’t get the clasp” you huff out softly, already turning around and reaching behind your back to fumble with the clasp before you can see who it is standing at your doorway.

Ellie’s eyes are shamelessly raking down your body, the girl swallowing thickly as she looks down at the swell of your ass under the taunt, linen fabric of your dress. The lack of your mothers voice makes you frown, and you quickly turn around to see what it is that has her so silent, but your face drops whenever you’re met face to face with Ellie instead.

Any cockiness that you felt regarding how well you’d ignored Ellie that night had disappeared, and was only replaced with silence as you stared into her eyes. Your throat goes dry, unable to find the words to say to her, and Ellie figures this is her chance.

“Um…your parents and my dad went to check out some holiday thing going on down the street…they asked if I wanted to come but I…figured I should come talk to you instead” she explains, and you simply stare at her dumbfounded, because the path of logic that lead her up to your bedroom is one that you seriously can't come to sympathize with, no matter how pitiful she looked staring into your eyes.

You inhaled deeply, eyebrows furrowed as you gave the girl an unamused look. A moment of silence passes between the both of you before you give her a shrug. "If you leave now you could probably still catch them" you hum out, the alcohol in your system making it far too easy to be rude to your best friend. She visibly deflates at your words, the tone on your tongue foreign to her ears. She was so used to you being so shy, so sweet, always welcoming her with there same sweet words you had for her.

"Look...We can't just carry on as if nothing happened. We need to talk about this...please", you hate the way your stomach does flips when she speaks, the girl practically pleading with you to hear her out. Begging to get a moment alone with you to simply reflect on everything that happened. In that moment, you realized that no matter what, no matter what she did to you, or what happened between the two of you...

You would always be weak for her.

Your gaze softens as you watch her, taking a deep breath before you silently step to the side, giving her the space to walk into your bedroom. The way her eyes shine when you do this doesn't go unnoticed, and those stupid fucking puppy dog eyes of hers are making you melt all over again, especially when she looks so happy just from you letting her into your room.

Ellie inhales deeply once she's in your room, looking around and taking it all in. She recalls all the many nights you two had spent there together, staying up late and watching corny movies, your eyes burning from being glued to the tv for too long. She remembers all the times she would follow you home after school, using studying as an excuse to spend a few more hours of the day with you. She remembers all of it, every memory, all the times you two spent together in that house, in your room. She smiles at the sight of the little flowers on your bedsheets, or the way your room had somehow perfectly preserved the sent of you, of your shampoo, of your favorite lotion, filling her lungs and almost making her feel dizzy. She makes a mental note that your room is definitely one of her favorite places.

And she hates that you two had come to whatever you were at now, creating bitter memories in such a sweet space.

The sound of your soft sigh cuts through her thoughts, and she quickly turns around to see you. Your arms were crossed over your chest, your face still with that unamused expression, making Ellie feel like you would rather be anywhere other than with her, like you couldn't wait for her to leave your bedroom, and it makes her heart sink completely, because out of all the memories Ellie had with you, none of them were ever filled with that face that you were making.

She clears her throat, awkwardly shifting her weight onto feet as she gives you a nod, as if answering a question that you hadn't even asked. "Sorry..um...let's sit?" She questions hopefully, and you shake your head, standing your ground with the girl.

"I'm fine here...and whatever you need to say to me can be said standing up" you mumble out softly. You knew deep down, that the second Ellie got you siting next to her, you wouldn't be able to fight back the urges you had to jump her bones. You would be lying if you said that you didn't think about her every night since the party. Her lips, her tongue, the way her hands felt roaming your body, keeping you close while you both slept. The memories you had with here were seared at the front of your brain, demanding to be acknowledged every waking moment of your day.

She frowns softly at your words, but gives you a gentle nod, understanding that this was just as hard for you as it was for her, if not more. Ellie takes a deep inhale, seemingly trying to find the right words to say, the right way to start off this entire conversation. She finds herself choking up, heart beating so fast she was sure you could hear it. You're making her nervous, and Ellie is finding it hard to separate the girl that has been her best friend for her entire life, from the girl that she was falling in love with.

And she finds it hard to figure out when those two things became one and the same.

"I broke up with Sofia." she blurts out, the words almost leaving her lips too fast to make a coherent sentence, but still, you catch every word perfectly. You stare at her for a moment before you scoff, you don't mean for the sound to come out as harsh as it does, but you don't have much control over your emotions at the moment.

"Is that supposed to change every thing? Is that supposed to make all of this okay, Ellie?" You question, the calmness of your voice almost scaring Ellie. She quickly shakes her head, stepping closer towards you, to which you take a step back, mirroring the morning after the party almost identically.

"No! Fuck..No, it isn't supposed to fix every thing..I just-" Although you agreed to hearing Ellie out, letting her into your bedroom for the sole purpose of letting her explain, you're cutting her off, because you truly cannot hold back anymore. You're tired of holding it all back, biting your tongue and forcing down what you felt for the sake of others.

"Do you not understand what you did? You sabotaged something that was....that was fucking good for me. Alex was so good for me, and you were so dead set on ruining that for me!" Your voice slowly begins to raise, and you are so thankful that your parents and Joel aren't in the house, because you're sure the neighbors can probably hear you.

Ellie opens her mouth again to speak, attempting to diffuse your anger, but you don't let her. "No, I have gone this entire time in silence, it's time I talk for once" you stop her, and Ellie is positive she's never seen you this angry in her entire life.

"You have known me, almost your entire life. You never once made any advances towards me, which is fine! I've watched you have multiple girlfriends who could not be any further away from what I am than they already are, and I never said a word. I have loved you from the moment I understood what love is, and I never said anything. I was okay with not being wanted by you, I was content with just being your friend, but suddenly you're stopping me from gettin into a relationship of my own? and using me to cheat on your girlfriend?" You started pacing as you spoke, your hands flailing about as you ranted, unable to even stop and realize that you had in fact just confessed that you loved your best friend.

You were just so tired. You were tired of feeling unwanted, of feeling like you were always the second option, never worthy enough to be the girl that was taken home to mom, always the girl that was picked last.

You were fucking tired.

Ellie feels like her heart seizes up when she hears those words, the ones that confirmed your feelings. She hears how tired you are, how broken you have become, at the hands of her doings, and she can feel that the love you have for her is slowly drifting as this situation prolongs.

"And...and I know I've never been that girl. I'll never be Sofia, I'll never be the girl that makes people do a double take when I'm walking down the hallway, Im not...that isn't me. And I was fine with that! I was fine with going unnoticed...but do you...do you know how hard it is to be placed second by the girl you're madly in love with? You made me feel so...fucking worthless of actually being wanted past a night of fucking" You're crying at this point, soft hiccups and sighs interrupting every other word, making it hard to breath, and making you sound all the more broken.

Ellie watches as you pace back and forth, ranting, crying, desperately trying to find answers for why she did what she did. Searching for the will to prove that you were worth it, that you were worth love.

She realizes that she destroyed any chance of you feeling worthy of love when she drove Alex away from you.

You finally stop pacing, turning towards her. The image of you breaks her heart, because your lashes are webbed together, eyes glossy with tears, cheeks soaked, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath.

"You need to leave" You mumble out, voice trembling as you struggle to get the words out. Ellie simply stares as she watches you, shaking her head as she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. "M'not going anywhere...I won't leave you again" She tries, her voice barely above a whisper. Your chin wobbles a bit as more tears threaten to spill onto your cheeks, your throat burning as you shake your head, your arms going up to wrap around your torso, as if you were keeping yourself from falling apart.

"Y-you need to get out of my house, Ellie...I can't...I won't allow you to break my heart anymore" The way you struggle to find a proper pattern of breathing and speech is a clear indication that you're on the verge of breaking down all over again, crumbling apart and letting your emotions get the best of you, and it hurts Ellie so much, she feels tears prickling at her own eyes as well.

She frowns deeply as she moves to step closer to you, watching as your head falls, staring at the floor of your bedroom, small whimpers leaving your lips. She takes the opportunity to get as close to you as she had the entire night, staring down at you for a moment before she hesitantly wraps her strong arms around your body, which results in a low sigh of relief from her, and more sobs from you.

"Can't leave you, angel...Im not making that mistake again" She mumbles softly, her words muffles as she presses her face against your head, her eyes fluttering shut as she takes a deep inhale of your floral shampoo.

And you can't even fight her off, not when your body is shaking as you sob in her arms, not when her holding you is the only thing that soothes the burn, soothes your aching heart of all the pain it had experienced, not only within the past month, but throughout the entire duration of your friendship with Ellie.

Ellie stands there for a moment, holding you as you cry, as you both cry. Somewhere within the time of hearing your soft little whimpers muffled into her shirt, tears began to spill onto her cheeks as well. Her strong arms ran up and down your back, keeping you close, thankful that you were at least letting her do this for you. Once you had calmed down a bit, you finally pull away slightly to look up into her eyes, your own red and puffy as you sniffle.

"I meant it Ellie...I can't...I won't do this with you anymore" You mumble softly, your heart swelling due to how fucking close she was. You could kiss her if you wanted to, the girl staring down at you and taking in all of your features.

She felt her heart break, because she knew you were referring to your friendship, but your words felt like it was an ending to so much more than that. It felt like she was losing her person, the one that was for her, her only love that she needed within her life.

Because she was.

She inhaled deeply, shaking her head slightly as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "You know I can't leave...angel.." she hummed softly, and it made you eyebrows furrow. She felt your hands push against her waist, trying to pry your body from hers, trying your best to put more space between the two of you so that you could finally kick her out, and end whatever it was that was going on between the two of you.

And she realized, it was now or never.

"I can't do that, because i'm in love with you" she continued quickly, knowing she was running out of time to tell you how she felt. She knew that this was her last chance, and she had to use it accordingly.

The way your eyes widen as you stare up at her makes Ellie frown, because you look shocked. Is it really so shocking to believe that your best friend could love you just as much as you loved her, if not more?

You don't say anything, so she takes your silence as an opportunity to continue speaking.

"Since we were kids...I just...I didn't want to ruin things, and I always knew you deserved better than what I could ever offer, and you still do...But i'm selfish, and I can't ignore the way I feel when i'm around you" She mumbles out, trying to speak low so that you don't hear the way her voice begins to break the more she speaks about it.

You can see clearly that she's on the verge of tears, her green eyes glossing over with tears, her nose and cheeks flushing red as she bit down on her bottom lip, seemingly fighting back the tears as she squeezes your waist, trying her best to keep herself at bay.

"Im sorry..for everything that I've done...for making you ever feel like you were unwanted or undesirable when that couldn't be further from the truth...I was stupid, and I did things horribly and I've fucked up any chances I had with making you something more to me than friend...but I hope you can forgive me...because I can't...I can't do this without you" she whimpers out softly, the tears that she was desperately trying to hold back, already flowing down her freckled cheeks.

When she stares down at you, and your expression is so unreadable, and all you can do is stare back at her, she knows it's done. She knows that she shouldn't have come to bother you, and that she was better of leaving things as they were, but she can't help but feel a bit of relief that you now know the she loves you too.

And as her hands begin to loosen from your waist, and a soft sigh of defeat leaves her lips, you do something that you didn't think you would do in a million years.

You cup both your hands around Ellies face, and kiss her with every ounce of passion in your body.

It catches her off guard at first, but she doesn't waste much time in kissing you back. You can feel the way her slender fingers grip your waist tighter, desperately pulling you closer to her body as you kiss her passionately, your hands going up to wrap around her neck, basking in the love that you could feel pouring out of Ellie, and flowing straight into you.

She feels like her head is spinning, because she was sure she wouldn't ever feel your soft lips pressed against hers. You were the one that got away, and she had already made peace with that. But you were kissing her, and the passion was growing by the second, and you were slowly pushing her back towards the bed, and suddenly she has you again.

It's all a blur, because one moment you were yelling at Ellie, crying to her about how heart broken you were. Then she was apologizing to you, begging for your forgiveness, and now she's laying on your bed, with you straddling her as you kiss her passionately, slowly, simply enjoying the taste of each others mouths. Ellie's hands are roaming your body, squeezing your thighs, your middle, every where she can possibly touch you, she is. The kissing is slow, and sensual, and the sound of your tongues lapping against one another makes all of the heat in your body rush to your core.

Ellie groans softly when you break the kiss, opening her mouth to complain and pull you back to where she needed you the most, yet her words are dying down once she notices that you begin to kiss down her body.

You push her t shirt up a bit, kissing her hips gently before you settle between her legs, humming softly as you begin to undo the button of her jeans and tug them down her body. This makes Ellie frown, because as much as she can feel her aching clit throb at the mere thought of having your mouth on her cunt, she knows she doesn't deserve it. She doesn't deserve to have you there, so she props herself up on her palms, and tries to close her legs.

"Baby...wait...you don't have to-" You quickly cut her off, tugging her jeans more before you shake your head. "I've dreamed about doing this to you for years...please" you whine softly, staring up at her with wide eyes as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth. Ellie isn't strong enough for this, because you're settled between her legs, giving her the sweetest puppy dog eyes, biting down on your plush lips, and begging to eat her out. She knows she should be worshiping you, but god you are hard to say no to.

She simply raises her hips, aiding you in tugging her jeans off. She chuckles softly when she sees the way your eyes glimmer with excitement when she does this. You hum softly, leaning into her clothed core and pressing a soft kiss to it, the wet patch making you hum softly against her. "So pretty..." you hum softly, more so to yourself than her before you tug her panties to the side, far too eager to be faced with the job of taking them off.

You waste no time in pressing your lips to her soaked pussy, which forces Ellie to moan softly, her eyebrows furrowed with pleasure as she stares down at you, wanting to burn the image of you eating her pussy in her brain for the rest of her life. Your tongue pushes past your lips, lapping at her core, circling her clit, and it makes Ellie feel like she's going to lose her mind.

She feels her chest burn with a tinge of jealousy, because how the hell are you so good at that?

Your tongue pushing into her drooling hole makes all of those thoughts leave her mind instantly, and she's throwing back her head, moaning loudly for you as you begin to practically tongue fuck her.

"Ahhh...such a good fucking girl...eating my pussy so good..." her praises go straight to your core, forcing you to whine softly against her pussy. Ellie groans, her tattooed hand going to your head, keeping you close as she begins grinding against your face. "Mm..f-fuck...thats my fucking girl...fuck....wait...wait..Im close" she groans softly, trying to pull your mouth away from her. You don't budge though, eager to taste her release. You whine softly, your tongue rapidly moving against her clit. It makes Ellie groan, her eyebrows furrowing as she desperately began to shy away from your mouth, shaking her head as she tried catching her breath. "Slow down baby..I don't...I wanna cum with you..." She explains, and her heart breaks as you pout up at her, clearly displeased with her for not allowing you to finish playing with her pussy. It makes Ellie chuckle, and she slowly begins to pull you up, humming as she lets you straddle her lap. "Don't pout at me that way, baby...wanna do this right" She explained, looking up at you with hearts in her eyes, glimmering with adoration like a love sick puppy.

Her stare makes you whine softly, and her hand comes up to cup your cheek gently. "Will you let me make love to you? Is that okay?" She questioned, her voice low and soft, giving you full control of the situation, determining whether or not this would go any further.

And for a moment, you questioned what was best. You could have stopped this, crawled off of Ellies body and send her home, telling her that this was a mistake, and you should just stop being friends right then and there.

Or, you could simply let go. You could forgive her, and allow yourself all of the love you had ever wanted and craved from her, since you were a young girl. You could give into her, and let her love you the way you knew she could. Your heart still ached, and the scars that were left were still present, but they were fading, and every moment that you spent with Ellie, like this, in her arms, you felt as though she was exactly what you needed to feel better.

Ellie was mending your broken heart, and there was no way you'd let that go.

Without missing another beat, you give Ellie a soft nod before you leaned in, pressing the softest, sweetest kiss to her mouth. It makes her groan softly, because what did she ever do to deserve someone so soft, so forgiving, so fucking good.

She hums softly as she reaches behind you, undoing the claps of your dress before zipping it down and tugging it off your body, leaving you only in your panties before her. She gently pulls you against her body, your naked chest flushed against hers as she turns both of your bodies around so you were laying down with your back against your bed, and she was hovering over you.

She pulls back, sighing softly as her eyes raked down your body, taking you in like a work of art. She began tugging her own t shirt off, leaving her completely naked before you, before she reached down and snagged two fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down as well.

She pressed her lip against yours, one of her hands coming down and grabbing your thigh so that your legs were spread. The kiss was sweet, and loving, and it made your head spin, distracting you from the way she began slotting herself against you, positioning her soaking wet core right against yours, the feeling making you moan softly into her mouth.

"I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you...my sweet girl.." She mumbled softly against your lips before she pulled away from you, straightening out her back a she stared down at you, one of your legs tossed over her shoulder, as she slowly began grinding her pussy down onto yours.

You had never felt anything like it. She was so wet, so soft against you, her velvety core slipping and sliding against yours, clit bumping against yours in a way that could only be described as euphoric. It made your back arch almost painfully.

Your eyes never left Ellie, because she looked like a goddess above you. Her features were so beautiful, the warm glow of the moon shining in through your window and illuminating them, so that she looked like something out of a fairytale. Her eyes were filled with love, her lips dragging against your calf, kissing you wherever she could as she stared at you, watching your every move, watching as your face contorted with pleasure.

"Look at you...you're a fucking dream...the perfect fucking girl for me" She moaned out, her hips slowly rolling, fucking her pussy down onto yours deliciously slow. You only nodded, whining softly as you grabbed her thigh, massaging her soft skin as you tried hanging on as long as you possibly could.

She smirked softly, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth as she moaned again. "You're so fuckin' cute...my pretty girl..." her voice was so low, words so slow, dripping with lust, want, need.

Love.

She was getting closer, and so were you. You could tell in the way she started to speed up, her teeth grazing against your leg as she began to get restless. Her eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. "I...fuck I love you so much...I have always loved you so fucking much" she moaned out, and this pulls a long, drawn out moan from your lips, which results in an encouraging nod from Ellie.

"L-love you so much, Ellie...always have" you whine out, struggling to form coherent and full sentences as you became prisoner to the pleasure Ellie brought you. She moaned softly, leaning down and pressing her body against yours, your pebbled nipples pressed against her own as she caught your lips in a passionate kiss.

"That's it baby...come on...cum for me...cum with me" she groaned against your lips, her hips moving faster as she chased both your orgasms.

You moaned loudly, pushing your tongue into Ellies mouth, wrapping you arms around her neck to keep her close, and allowing yourself to let go as your orgasm washed over you. It was intense, and euphoric, and blissful, and it felt like you were gettin hit by a bolt of lightening, because you felt your heart blooming with a love like no other.

It was different from the feeling of a crush, or what you thought was a love unrequited. It was hot, and electrifying and it made you feel alive again, it mended any broken feelings you had before the night had started, and even before that, and it made you feel like you were complete.

Ellie groaned against your mouth, her orgasm lining up with yours when she felt the way you pushed your tongue into her mouth, needy whines telling her all that she needed to know, that she had gotten you there, and she had shown you just how much she loved you.

You both laid there for a moment, wrapped in each others arms, trying to catch your breath. Ellie held you close, brushing the hair out of your face that had stuck to your skin during everything, she gave you gentle praises, bringing you back to earth with her. Soon, you were both tugging your blankets over your bodies, the chilly air making its presence known as it nipped away at your naked bodies.

You laid there, tangled up in each others embrace, kissing softly, and laughing lazily, exhaustion slowly taking over you both. You felt in your heart that this was all far different from the night at the party. This was filled with passion, and love, and it all started from a clean slate, where you two began to once again understand each other.

And as you fell asleep, you knew for a fact that Ellie Williams, was yours.

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marquis de gramont x reader: with you, i serve. with you, i fall down. | a seal of fate

plot: the one where the marquis takes you for himself.

warnings: hella down bad marquis, some flulff, break in, violation of privacy, slightly dubious content

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he can hear the shower running through the floor and the occasional humming from a tune coming from the bathroom.

the living room is dark, save for a vintage lamp illuminated beside the couch. it looked too rusty and drab to basically function but it brought a rustic and classy feel to the room. although, the light withered occasionally.

someone is staring at him. more like something, something feline. it’s been tracing his movements the moment he entered the humble abode. vertical pupils squinting from the unidentified person that has entered his castle, a ball of fur that was mounted beside the lamp on the side table.

it’s body was sprawled on the table but it wasn’t relaxed. it was tense, as if playing camouflage to its prey. staying still as the prey walks past him and when it does he pounces on them for the kill.

he is no prey. more like the owner, it depends on how sentimental this ball of fur is to you. he hears the shower turn off, it catches his attention and waits to hear a door close and another to open along your soft footsteps trudging through the apartment. you call out for your feline pet, the cat makes no sound to meow back to you. focused on him, if he made any sudden movement to attack him. you sigh then ignore the absence of communication and he guesses that you make a beeline for your bedroom.

he waits a few minutes before getting on his feet. several minutes pass and he stands up and walks towards the cat beside the lamp. the cat tenses along with its back legs fidgety for an attack he slowly halts and reaches for it with his hand.

the cat hisses bravely and swiftly raises its paw to attack the hand attempting to touch him with his sharp claws. it makes vincent hiss in pain and retract his hand, he checks his palm for blood. he realizes no blood was drawn and that relieves him. he’s definitely getting this little shit replaced when you move in with him. he’ll get you a sweeter one, a ragdoll or persian just not this demonspawn from hell.

he makes his way towards the bedroom door, as he passes by he can see some trinkets lying on the kitchen and tabletops. a few cooking books and old history textbooks stacked on the floor. this reminds him that he needs to buy you a few books to keep you entertained in the manor.

as he faces the front door he stealthily turns the knob of the door and enters, it was time.

you brushed the tedious knots in your hair with a comb in difficulty, you forgot to brush your hair before showering again. you searched for your hair brush on your vanity but to no avail. you turn towards your bed and gasp in surprise.

he was here, the marquis was here. in your bedroom.

his face remains the same, still and calm as the sea. but you knew better, this was only the calm before the storm. deep inside him, a storm was brewing but he kept his composure to seal away what he truly felt and right now you, the sailor needs to run away from the storm.

you slowly eyed him from top to bottom, as usual his hand stayed in his pockets. a string of gold strewn across his pocket. the chain shines from the luminescence it received from your bedside lamp. he was dressed impeccably, something you often admired. he’d often used his wardrobe as a form of intimidation to his enemies when speaking to them and it often worked. you pray that it doesn’t falter you, that he doesn’t falter you. maybe he’ll leave when you show a strong front to him.

he gazes upon your face like he was taking in a treasure presenting itself to the sight of his eyes. you were still frozen on your spot after you gasped in surprise from seeing him.

“good evening, cherie.” he breaks the silence with the sweet endearment.

you hesitantly greet out a reply to him, you fail to build a strong front and your voice visibly wavers from fear, “evening,boss.”

he begins to walk, it takes all the power in you not to back away from him. you try to appear composed and resilient. a farce attempt to show that you aren’t scared of him, but you know you are and so does he.

thankfully, he doesn’t make his way towards you. he saunters towards the edge of your bed and sits down. his eyes wander around your room, taking in the personal touches you made to the room. gradually turning his head to face you once again.

“how are you?” he politely asks.

“i’m fine. nothing bad happened to me.” you answer.

this again. what’s his game? it was never just simple conversation with your boss, there was always a point he wanted to come across. a lesson to be learned. right now, it wasn’t looking good for you. you need to take control of this conversation.

“that’s good. the doctor commented a few days ag-“ he speaks to you again but got interrupted.

“sir, with all respect. what do you want? why are you here?” you whisper to him. any attempt to gain the upper hand with him is futile, he always gets his licks back. silence follows the conversation before he speaks up again.

“you know what i want.” he sternly retorts.

“i don’t know what you’re here for. much less what you want.” you fire back, strength is solidifying itself inside you.

“is that so? surely you do.” he says mockingly, still playing a game.

“i don’t.” you say firmly this time.

“fine.” he scoffs to your face before reaching into his pocket, you flinch afraid he might’ve brought a weapon of some sort, he notices this and his hand remains inside. his eyes all on your frame and yours on his hand inside of his pocket.

you should really hope you’re not fucked.

“perhaps this will jog your memory.” he continues, “three days ago, you sent me this message. subject: resignation letter. to the marquis de gramont, i'm writing to let you know that, as of the seventeenth day in august of this year, i'm leaving from my employment as the marquis de gramont's personal assistant. due to schedule issues and unanticipated consequences encountered while working, i am leaving my position. i appreciate the chance to work with you over the past two years. sincerely-.” he recites the entire letter of resignation to you with a false professional tone to patronize you..

“i precisely know what i wrote there.” you look away from him annoyed as you cut him off once again.

“then you precisely know why i’m here.” he argues back. “i’m glad we’re finally getting on the same page, mon coeur.”

no we aren’t, i don’t want you here. i want you out of my house and i don’t want to see you ever again. how come you never ask what i want? you want to scream at him but your silence continues.

“look at me.” he pressed.

you stay quiet and keep your gaze away from him.

“you will not leave.” he finally claims. finally this makes your head snap back at him and makes you scoff loudly, the marquis frowns from your reaction although you did give him what he wanted.

“you can’t do this.” you respond weakly, your breath hitching in your throat.

“i can. i actually can.” he states certainly.

“why’s that? because you said so?” you challenge him. defying him is never a good idea, you know this. you know better and you should do better, but you’re too petty and exhausted. you want him out as soon as possible even if that means being blunt to him.

“tell me the truth. why do you want to leave?” he changes the subject and presses once again.

“i already told you. it’s in the goddamn letter.” you were getting tired of repeating the same words.

“i don’t believe you.” he discloses firmly.

“don’t act so foolish and dense-“ you retort in exasperation.

“are you calling me a fool?” he immediately questions. oof i think you hit his pride in that one.

“i’m asking you not to be one. boss, i literally got shot, i almost died. this may be something you can brush off easily but i can’t. you don’t have to worry about me spreading your secrets because i literally signed an nda and i have no intention of getting back in that kind of work! i’m gonna ask you once again, please leave.” you beg him, hoping he hadn’t missed the point of what you were trying to say.

you already knew that this job was already insane. not only do you cater the whims of an insanely rich man whose money seems to have no end but the danger and fear it came along with had to be taken into measure. not to mention, you didn’t exactly feel like living when you worked for him. how many opportunities for happiness had you turned away because that meant disregarding the marquis’ orders and facing his wrath if you chose to have that? god, you hadn’t even been home in a long time. you deserve this, he should at least have the courtesy to understand that.

“you don’t have to be scared anymore, cherie. i’m here.” he interrupts your thoughts as he softly affirms to you.

you don’t want that. you want nothing to do with him, sooner or later you’ll get killed and it’s likely going to be because of him. you know that he’s regretful and shameful of what happened to you but keeping you by his side isn’t going to change that, people die, more fact than speculation and by mere calculation you could tell it’ll happen sooner than later. after all, the marquis was still human. deep down, he’s still vincent and if you were to stay with him for protection that choice should be coming from you, not from him.

his determination to keep you locked away in his manor did nothing but frighten you to death. it had been so unexpected, not to mention you haven’t processed that fully along the fact you almost died.

you sigh loudly from resignation, the marquis keeps you in his line of sight, probably wondering what was going inside your head.

‘i can’t,” you finally utter out, “what can’t you understand? i’m scared…so fucking scared and you keep waltzing into my life like your entitled to it which just scares me more. i needed time to think, to process..all of this.” you gesture around you, the marquis stays silent listening to your words with no visible reaction on his face.

“i finally thought all of this through, i want to stay alive. staying alive means quitting, i-i have so much to live for, my family needs me and i need them. i don’t need you to look out for me, i don’t need you for this. i can help myself.” you refrain to him, letting the words sink to him.

“i’ve done so much for you. i’ve kept and guarded your secrets, everything i’ve ever heard while i worked never escaped my mouth and never entered ears that weren’t meant to hear them. i’ve protected your power, i upheld every system and order you gave me, so for god’s sake. haven’t i done enough for you? what else haven’t i gave to you?” you spill out to him, he deserves to know this, how you carried his burden with you everywhere without him knowing. the burdens you carried that he couldn’t be bothered to touch, every order of assassination, every fearful attempt of getting killed and his mercurial violence.

he needs to know that you can’t take it anymore. there is so much that you could take, let him find another. another that might be more tolerable of how he runs his system, more understanding of his work. someone who doesn’t flinch at the mention of drawing the blood of his enemies. someone that’ll encourage his determination for the never ending pain and ruthlessness.

you can’t be that someone, not anymore.

working for you is pure torture, you want to say but as usual you hold it back from him.

the marquis stays quiet. you don’t see his face twist in displeasure or anger..which is good but a quiet marquis wasn’t any better. he suddenly jolts onto his feet, scoffing from what you just said as he paced on your bedroom with his head infrequently looking at you. he was getting heated from what you said.

he shakes his head with his hands on his hips before finally speaking, stopping in his tracks, “that’s it?”

you try to speak before he cuts you off.

“that’s it, you’re simply leaving me because you’re scared?” he angrily questions you.

“please, you have to understand.” you try to plead once more.

“cherie, i can protect you. i saved you the same way you saved me. i am owed something.” he reassures you, pieces of his anger slightly heard from his tone.

“i was in the way! i didn’t-“ you try to clear it with him.

“clearly, your memory isn’t serving you well, more reason to keep you safe with me which is for the best.” he firmly asserts.

“i’m not going back there!” you yell at him, “just because i took a bullet for you doesn’t mean you get to dictate how i live my life, at the end of the day, you don’t get to control me, i don’t exist for you and most importantly just because i almost died because of you doesn’t mean i owe anything to you.” you lament at him, exhaustion and animosity getting the best of you as the marquis marches towards you, as you finish, slightly out of breath from your rant. he stands still before you. you hope that your words might put some sense in him.

he stares at you and you look back at him, returning his gaze. you gulp, alarmed that maybe you’d gone too far and perhaps…perhaps you should’ve done this more softly or professionally. you should’ve conjured a foolproof plan when confronting him about this, you should’ve expected he wouldn’t let go without a fight however, it’s not like you had a choice with him breaking into your apartment.

he slowly strides towards you, step by step. you take a deep breath in despair as he leisurely closes on you while you feel your back hit the wall.

“you are going back there. it is where you belong, you care for me. don’t even try denying it, cherie. i saw, i saw the way you looked at me that night, you’re afraid that’s all. you’re right,” he takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent then continues, ”i don’t control you but you do that to me, you control me, you control every ounce of thought that occupies my mind. most of the time, it’s all my head does. you might not exist for me but i exist for you, you make living in this cruel world brighter and sweeter than before but this is where you’re wrong. you do owe me something, you owe me your life and i can make it lovelier if you just let me.” he speaks in a hushed tone as he looks through your eyes. you can feel something grabbing your arms, you glance and see that he’s taken hold of your limbs. rubbing circles around them, attempting to soothe you.

the pattern of his strokes reminds you of that night at the plaza.

he only deters you even more.

“i owe you nothing.” you whisper, your voice growing weaker by every second.

“you owe me something.” he repeats once again.

“i don’t.” you mutter looking into his eyes.

“that’s where you are wrong, you do.” he emphasizes to you.

“then we’re even. i-i saved you too and you saved me.” you quietly mumble to him.

he raises a brow in your response and lowers himself to your ear. the hairs in your body rise and you can feel goosebumps crowd your skin.

“i don’t want even…i want you.” he confesses.

you frantically sigh in distress, attempting to wrench yourself out of his grip, something you should’ve done earlier, but it’s too late. he abandons the hold he has on your right arm and clasps it to your neck to bring you closer to him and he kisses you.

you squealed in shock but it’s devoured when he takes your lips to his. you can feel your back press to the wall even harder trying to evade his touch, his kiss, but the marquis presses himself to you. his hands had abandoned your neck and arm, opting to snake around your waist as he pulled you closer to his warmth.

the marquis is kissing you.

he kissed you like a devoured man. as if he’d been deprived of something sweet for years and he finally received what he’d always wanted. he wouldn’t let his grip on you soften, afraid that you might abandon him once again, which you did before. he softly moans into the kiss, content and happy with what was happening.

“don’t leave.” he pulls away to whisper into you. “don’t leave me.”

you whimper as you feel his hands exploring your body, one of his palms tugging at the buttons of your satin white pajama shirt, wanting to feel more and more of the warmth beneath the clothes.

“i want you to promise me.” he mumbles to you, your foreheads pressing together, as he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip. you make no sound of promises and affirmation to him. he stays quiet expecting your words as he stares into the depths of your eyes and speaks up once again.

“no matter, you’ll be begging for me soon enough.” he sighs from your lack of communication then delves back into the warm haven he has found earlier.

seldomly, he’d pull himself back to bite your bottom lip. you’d wince from the ache coming for your mouth, slightly parting and he’d take that opportunity to slip inside your mouth. his hands continued to explore through your body, randomly squeezing a part of you to force a moan from you, then return to making out with you. you can feel him smile against you whenever he did. you felt bitter because this was looking victorious for him.

“please…stop.” you sigh in pleasure when he starts kissing and biting your neck.

“do you, cherie? i don’t think you do, not when you’re making all these pretty sounds for me.” he whispers against your neck then continues his attack on your skin.

“s-sir, stop..stop that.” you plead once again.

“vincent.” he stops to correct you.

“what?” you ask confused.

“none of that courtesies from now on. you’ll call me vincent. do you understand?” he softly reminds you, he’d halted his movements of affection, his forehead was pressed against yours again as his eyes looked at you with the utmost devotion known to man.

you stay silent as he smiles at you, that stuns you even more. you’ve never seen him smile from something pleasant. his eyes shimmered with love and desire like the stars when you got shot. your lips were wet and plump from the sudden assault the marquis had given them and your pajama shirt had several buttons undone but the marquis by comparison almost looked the same except for the disheveled clothes.

finally, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, the seal to your fate awaiting his words.

“as much as i want to continue this right now, we must usher home. we wouldn’t want to be late for dinner, do we mon amour? cold food never tastes as good when it is warm.”

you stay quiet, slightly mind blown from the make out session your ex-boss just gave you. your head feels fuzzy and unclear, christ your legs feel like giving out if the marquis hadn’t been holding you up against the wall.

he leans back down into your collarbone and begins to leave a trail of kisses throughout the skin, you whimper as he bites into some areas of the skin, eliciting a groan from him. you begin to feel his head go lower and lower, entering the region of skin where your unbuttoned shirt had failed to cover, you look down at him hesitantly and you see him looking up at you with affection.

suddenly, he grabs at your hips then raises himself up along with you. hoisting you on him, you hastily grip his shoulders as he lifts you, afraid to fall onto the floor of your bedroom.

“i changed my mind, perhaps it can wait. what do you think mon amour?” he whispers into you in the dark of the night.

you are now his love.

his to have and his to keep.

just as he is yours.

with you, he serves. with you, he falls.

you’re staying with him. not as his assistant but as his partner.

he will be your love. your heart. he will be yours.

you will be his love. his heart. his wife.

and god forbid anyone who takes you from him.

author’s note: sooo that’s part five and the last part of the marquis series! i really enjoyed writing this as it helped me explore my writing capabilities (especially in part two) even in my fever induced state. (it had me giggling in a cafe while i had a fever) thank you so much for the kind words and sweet comments yall have about the series (it has me kicking my feet pls continue). although im tempted to write a drabble of the aftermath of part five + that keith toshko fic and two requests ;)) please like and reblog and feel free to comment!

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ceruleancattail · 11 months

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may I ask for rook, Floyd, silver, and cater with an s/o who’s insecure and hypercritical about their appearance? Like they laugh off compliments and hate looking at mirrors and/or photos because the first thing they see is everything they hate

Rook, Floyd, Silver and Cater with a s/o who’s insecure about their appearance

A hunter’s eye hardly misses anything.

Rook’s seen the way you shy from mirrors, fixing every reflective surface with a glare. The way you fix your hair a hundred times before class, sighing at the reflection. Even when Rook compliments your appearance, you always answer with a self depreciating joke, laughing away his words.

Ah, as stubborn as ever, are you not?

It’s good that you’re not vain, but being too critical of yourself stifles growth. Rook spends hours with you in his dorm room, arms stretched around your torso. He’ll pull you onto his lap, holding you against his chest. A steady heartbeat thumps against your back, his warmth sinking into your very soul.

Chin resting on your shoulder, he whispers fluttery prose after prose into your ear. Praising your eyes, your hair, every single little thing about your appearance. Waxing poetry about your entire being. Even if you try to deny whatever he says, Rook will continue, whispering those sweet words to you. In a sultry purr that leaves your toes curling, face ablaze with red.

Rook truly thinks you’re beautiful. Don’t break his heart like this, Cherie.

Off handed comments are Floyd’s speciality.

He just doesn’t see the point of flattery. Why beat around the bush? Just say what you want to say, never mind the others. You’re the subject of most of his comments. Weirdly sweet compliments, like how soft you look, or perhaps how small your hands are against his.

When you look good, he’ll say so. He doesn’t really appreciate when you laugh off his comments. Y’know, he’s not saying it to flatter you, shrimpy.

He means it.

Taking matters into his own hands, he’ll lean in for a kiss whenever you make a self deprecating comment. His lips smash against yours, a passionate sort of dance between lovers. His hands find your hips, fingers squeezing as tightly as they can. Floyd doesn’t let you move away until you’re breathless, cheeks flushed a scarlet red.

Can’t deny your beauty when you’re panting, chest heaving up and down.

You don’t love yourself? That’s fine.

Floyd will bombard you with so much love, that you’ll forget what hating yourself felt like.

When he’s not sleeping, he’s gazing at you.

Silver will gladly listen to you for hours, leaning onto your shoulder. However, he doesn’t really approve of the way you seem so insistent of putting yourself down. Self deprecating jokes coming out of those soft lips, a scowl on that enchanting face of yours. You’re beautiful, straight out the pages of a fairy tale.

Why would you put yourself down like this?

Musing to himself, Silver lets his hands wander. Slowly caressing your cheeks, grazing your forehead. A light tap on your nose, he chuckles as you scrunch your eyes shut. Palms pressing against your cheeks, he’ll hold you gently, carefully.

Leaning into the crook of your neck, his fingers trace the curves of your arms, rubbing comforting circles into your skin. Guiding your arms around him, Silver lies there in your embrace. His eyelids fluttering, barely awake. You are truly comforting, love.

Silver sincerely hopes one day you’ll feel at home with your own body as he is.

Cater learns early on that you’re not too comfortable with selfies.

You shy away from the camera, avoiding his gaze like the plague. Covering your face with your hands, creeping to the very back in every group shot. Whenever Cater nudges you closer to him, you’ll edge away, joking about your appearance.

It hurts, the things you say about yourself. Sometimes, he wishes to give you his eyes. A little peek into his vision, how you simply shine in his eyes.

Brighter then any flash, a radiant smile. Heck, Cater will gladly go blind, if it meant he could look at you for just a moment longer.

Cater can’t give you his eyes, but he has his phone. A million pictures of you, all captured on the spur of the moment. The way you laugh, mouth wide open with your hair flying in the wind. Spontaneous moments make the best photos, no?

He’ll pull you closer to him, going through albums of photos, pointing out all the parts he likes. You have a wonderful smile in this one, and this shirt really makes your eyes shine out, doesn’t it?

He’ll pepper you with compliments until you admit you’re lovely, alright?

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chrisevansonly · 8 months

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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝

ʚ charles leclerc x female reader

ʚ charles knows when he can’t escape the noise in his head, he can turn to you.

ʚ slight angst? mostly comfort fic<3

ʚ just needed a little comfort blurb today because my brain isn’t being so kind to me, so here we have it! i hope you enjoy

ʚ inspired by ‘what i was made for’ by billie eilish:)

It was as if you were waiting for the door to slam when Charles got home around one in the morning, the frustration boiling over as yet again he had a less than ideal race. Failed strategy after failed strategy you wondered just how much your boyfriend could really take, on the outside Charles put up a front, confident and neutral, but you knew deep down he held tidal waves of emotions from spilling over and taking him down with the current.

There was no slam, no cursing, just the soft click of the lock and the sound of the tap in the kitchen turning on. You reached for the bedside table and turned the light on, sitting up slightly, ready to envelope Charles into your arms, into the safety of your embrace. Listening closely to the footsteps that came down the hallway, once your eyes met his you could see just how exhausted he looked, how lost he seemed and it wasn’t long before his head was on your chest and your arms held him tightly to you.

“Oh my love….”

Your heart clenched painfully in your chest as your fingers ran up and down his back, the slight tremor in his breathing a sign he was finally letting out the emotions he tried so desperately to keep back

“Je crois que j’ai oublié comment être heureux..”

Hearing the slight crack in his tired voice was enough to line the bottom of your eyes with tears

“It’s okay to let yourself feel what you have to in order to relieve the pressure mon chère, I know this world has been testing you lately but I have no doubt in my mind that you will find that happiness again…no matter how long it takes…and i’ll be here to help you anyway I can..”

You paused

“Je ne veux pas te voir te perde Char”

“What was I made for…”

Your hands stopped moving on his back, sliding up to rest on his cheeks when he looked up at you, his eyes red and tired but nonetheless he still looked like your Charles…the Charles he felt slipping away

“You were made to shine your light on others cherie, you were made to love so fiercely with that heart of yours that has so much adoration for so many people. You were made to work your hardest like you do every second, for driving like your life depends on it each and every weekend you have a grand prix. You were made for me, to feel loved, to feel cherished, to feel special and to feel appreciated, not just by me but by your family, and I know they love you as much as I do…”

Leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead you leaned your head against his

“You were not made to hide yourself away, you were not made to repress yourself and feel as low as you have been, and you were not made to be treated this way…but this is a bump in the road, a big one, but you’re stronger than that. I know the journey is not fun right now and your tired, but you’ll make it out…stronger than ever Charles.”

He remained silent for another moment before you said one last thing

“Tu étais fait pour être toi-même, tu étais fait pour être l'homme que tu es aujourd'hui. brillant, attentionné, plein d'amour, et l'homme le plus fort que je connaisse. tu surmonteras ce Charles, et je serai avec toi, tout au long du parcour.”

It wasn’t long before he was pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his arms bringing you into him, holding you as if he was afraid you’d turn to dust and disappear with the smallest of breezes. When he needed air from the constant torment of waves, you were his breath of fresh air, you were the calm in the storm, the cover in the rain, and for that he was grateful.

“Je t’aime…”

It was simple, and the only words he could get out without another onslaught of emotions and you were fine with that, because those words meant the most to you.

“I love you too Charles, more than you’ll ever know.”

Think I forgot, how to be happy, something i’m not, but something I can be…something I’ll wait for.

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luvlyycy · 2 months

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sanji groans as he lays in the bed of a inn, a yawn escaping from his lips. his birthday was fun but overewhelming. not to say he didn't enjoy it.. it was just.. he didn't see you all day..

a frown deepens on his lips as he remembers that he saw you yesterday, but not today. he begins to remove his suit jacket, unbuttoning his dress shirt as he hears his door open— he knows that nami stole the spare key, so he assumed it was her.

"nami-san?" he calls towards the door, only to hear your voice call back, "hiii, sanji..".

if he were a dog his tail would be wagging. "mon ami !" he stands up excitedly, only for you to gently push him back down.

"sorry i wasn't here baby, i was doing something for you." he can tell by the tone of your voice it was something good— something delicious.

your hands entangled in his blonde locks, the moon shining in from the window, his smile widening— "what is it?—"

"i know it's not the best but.." your hand pulls on the silk ribbon around your waist, your robe slipping off your body to reveal the lacey light blue lingerie you had bought.

sanji leans his head back for a moment, placing one hand over his nose before he looks back at you— his other hand curling around your waist to pull you closer, voice muffled, "god, you're so beautifully wrapped. almost like the perfect meal..—" his hand slides between your legs, tickling your clit— "but this.. is what i'll be eating tonight, cherie..—"

#happy birthday sanji #i fucking love you you stupid pathetic wet bitch #sanji smut #sanji #black leg sanji #one piece sanji #one piece smut #one piece #op smut #op #op sanji #black leg sanji smut #op sanji smut

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kingofthe-egirls · 10 months

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CURIOUS: MONSTER TRIO x OC

fox tales

(cw: threesome, est relationship, zoro walks in, cunnilingus, blowjob, fingering, handjob, kissing lol)

(a/n: yes i know i double songs in my fics but it's what i'm listening to lol)

Songs: "Ain't It Fun" by Paramore

words: 2.1k

“Holy fuck,” you breathe, curling forward with your hands in Luffy’s hair. He’s licking at your clit with abandon, two fingers pistoning in and out of you at a breakneck speed. Your third orgasm for the night crests over you like a wave, and you shudder in his hands.

“Atta girl,” he says, grinning wide with your slick shining across his face. “Cum for me again?” He kisses the inside of your thigh, crooking his fingers up inside you. You gasp.

“Y-yes sir…,” you manage out, sweat pouring down your temples. Your body is twitchy, blissed out, and warm where it presses into the kitchen counter. Sanji was somewhere off to the side, cleaning up after his own turn eating you out.

Luffy wanted you all to himself, now.

But apparently the world had other plans, because the door swings open with a bang.

“Sanji—!” You gasp out, covering your chest, “I thought you locked the door!!!”

“Mon cherie—,” Sanji starts, whirling from where he’d been standing at the sink with his sleeves pushed up over muscular forearms. Then all three of you freeze.

“So that’s where you’ve all been disappearing off to.” A deadpan voice speaks from the doorway.

You peak over Luffy’s head, who’s gone terribly still from between your legs. Zoro is standing framed by light with his arms folded over his chest. Your thighs shake where they’re draped over your captain’s shoulders. He presses a kiss to your clit, and you shiver.

“Luffy?” You peek down at him, and he’s regarding you with deadly calm. You swallow, skin shivering with a light sheen of sweat. Your tails are pressed against your back.

“Did ya want him ta watch?” Luffy asks you, voice coarse. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, experimentally. “I don’t mind, kitty cat.”

“Um—,” you squeak, hiding your head in your hands. Breath is coming in short bursts, your veins are popping with firecrackers, and you can’t think with the sound of Sanji and Zoro bickering over you, plus the sliding of Luffy’s fingers is all just too much—

“STOP!”

You shout, fists banging against the wall behind you. The tile is cool as you hit it with a dull thud. You breathe, ragged and sharp. The three men all stare at you, silent.

“You can stay if you want,” you regard Zoro over the top of Luffy’s head, your hand still buried in the raven locks. “But you can’t keep arguing,” you shoot a glare over at Sanji, who starts babbling out apologies. You ignore him, waving him off with a huff.

Zoro is staring at you with steel in his eye.

“Why did you barge in here?” You ask him, unraveling your legs from Luffy’s neck. You’re naked, completely on display for the swordsman. Zoro clears his throat.

“Curious,” is all he says.

You flick an eyebrow. “C’mere, then.”

Slowly, steadily, he stalks toward you. Like a tiger in the rushes, ready to pounce. Luffy stands, hovering at your side with fidgety hands.

“H-he’s really nice, Vasya!” He stammers, skimming his knuckles up your thighs. He places a kiss to the underside of your jaw. He whispers in your ear, “I won’t let him do anything you don’t wanna do.”

“I know,” you murmur, kissing Luffy’s temple while maintaining eye contact with Zoro. Neither of you have broken it yet, and neither of you have even blinked. You haven’t gotten to know the swordsman quite yet, wary of his broad shoulders and glinting blades. But you feel how he protects the crew, especially Luffy, and Luffy is special to you.

Zoro stands an inch away from your skin, hovering just in front of your knees. Sitting on the counter means you’re at eye level with him. His jaw clenches.

You cock your chin at him. “Kiss me?” You ask, voice betraying the tremor you feel in your gut. You’ve already cum like, four times in the last hour. Both Luffy and Sanji now were hanging at either side of you, with Zoro in the middle.

You want to be in the middle.

Zoro delicately traces his calloused fingertips along your cheekbone. Tingles follow in their wake. He breaks eye contact to look at Luffy.

“S’alright, captain?”

Luffy is looking at you, so you nod in answer. Luffy nods too. He squeezes your hand where it rests on your thigh. Sanji strokes your hair.

The kitchen light sways slightly, as the ship rocks in the waves. Zoro traces your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, and leans in.

He tastes like sea salt.

“Mmph,” you hum, as he suddenly deepens the kiss. The hand that isn’t held by Luffy goes to stroke through Zoro’s green hair, feeling it damp with sweat.

“Been working out?” You tease against his lips. He only grunts in response, wrapping a strong hand around your waist. It easily spans half the width of your torso. “Fuck…,” you whisper, and he smirks into the kiss.

“Maybe,” he murmurs, tracing his thumb along your ribs. You want him to touch higher, harder. Hotter.

“Kitty?” Luffy tugs on a lock of your hair, and you break away from Zoro’s heated gaze long enough to look at Luffy instead. He’s pouting. “Me next?”

You flush, and lean forward to lick your way past his lips. He hums in appreciation, and not-so-subtly moves Zoro out of the way. He wants to press into your heat, feel your skin beneath his hands.

“Is this the way it usually is?” Zoro quietly asks the cook. His fingers dance along your scabby knees. You shiver under his touch, and hear the cook giggle from somewhere to the left. His hands have moved from your hair to your neck, where they hold you still for Luffy to kiss. He tastes immaculate under your tongue.

“More or less,” Sanji admits. “Captain doesn’t like sharing what’s his.”

“Hmph.” Zoro grunts in response, and you can’t help but grin. Being wanted by three of these monstrous men?

How much better could it get?

“Luuuffyyy,” you hum against his lips. Your boyfriend moans, not wanting to give up his turn just yet. He bites at your bottom lip.

“Want him ta make ya cum?” He asks, hoarse, his forehead pressed to yours. His warmth radiates through you, making your toes curl. You run your fingers through his silky hair.

“Mhmm,” you nod, still focused only on Luffy. He needs your attention right now, and you’re more than happy to give it to him. You tilt an eyebrow. “If he can.”

Luffy snickers.

“Your turn,” he says to Zoro, after stepping aside. Luffy turns to hop up on the counter next to you, and kicks a heel into the cabinets below. His other leg is bent up on the counter, arm thrown haphazard over his knee.

His other arm snakes around your hips, holding you close as he leans his warm weight into your side. Zoro stands between your legs.

“Well,” Luffy says, leveling a heavy gaze at his first mate, “Kneel.”

Zoro obeys.

****

Which is how you ended up with three men’s mouths happily pleasuring you all at once.

Sanji is buried between your tits, going from sucking hard on your nipples to playing with them roughly with his slender fingertips. Luffy is taking all of your attention for himself, having grabbed your face in both hands for a kiss and hasn’t let go since. He moans, and mutters sweet praises into your lips that you greedily swallow like honey in your tea.

And Zoro.

Zoro.

He is still kneeling on the kitchen tile, head buried between your thighs. His jaw is apparently just as strong as the rest of him (but that doesn’t surprise you, three-sword-style and all), because he keeps lapping at your clit with the same, ferocious pace as what he started with.

He laves his soft, wide tongue across the entrance of your pussy, and tentatively pokes in. You start, gasping with your legs clenched, and then Zoro is fucking you with his tongue. His hand comes up to rub greedy circles at your clit, using the pads of his third and fourth fingers. The friction electrifies you, completely.

“F-fuck, Zo—,” you gasp out, breaking the kiss with Luffy, who whines. He leans in to start nipping at your chin, leaving love bites all the way down your neck. Tomorrow you’re sure it’ll be decorated with lovely, toothy blotches that bloom violet against your skin. Luffy noses at your jaw.

“Is he doin’ good?” He asks, voice ragged and hazy. You nod, biting your bottom lip.

“Mhmm,” you manage out.

“Good girl,” he praises you, before diving back in to shove his tongue down your throat. You take him, gladly. Luffy is moaning into your mouth with abandon, his hands frisking in your hair like there’s no tomorrow. Zoro laps at your clit, opting to move his fingers down to play with your pussy again. You groan.

“Luuffyyyyy,” you whine, and he knocks his forehead against yours, “Feels good…want more of you.” You pout up at him with bitten lips, and heat flashes in his eyes. He stands on the counter, unbuttoning his shorts with his pelvis now level with your face.

Sanji gasps against your neck, where he’d started licking up and down as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. “M-me too, mon cherie,” he says as he fumbles with his belt. You dive your hand beneath his trousers, bypassing his boxers to close your fist around his dick. Sanji is long and thick, with a rosy head that feels so good pulsing against your hand. You start pumping him in time with Zoro’s rhythm. He grins between your legs.

“Cock hungry, aren’t ya?”

“How could I not be?” You laugh, face flushed. “Look at you three.”

Luffy giggles, having stripped off his shorts and is now eagerly awaiting your velvet mouth. “Like what you see?” He cocks an eyebrow as he starts pumping his own cock, inches from your face.

You stick your tongue out, sweeping up the underside of his shaft only to lick at the glistening precum gathered at his tip. Luffy’s cock is solid, thicker than Sanji’s with a bronzed head that makes your mouth water. You lick up his shaft again.

“Love it,” you confess, and start bucking your hips into Zoro’s face. He lets you grind against him, pushing up the flat of his tongue against your heat.

Sanji moans against your neck, palming at your breasts with shaky hands. His cheeks are blushing so sweetly, like the strawberry soda he poured for you earlier. You can still taste it on his lips.

“Good boy, Sanji,” you croon, kissing the top of his head. He gets so whiny, when he’s like this. Not that you mind. His beautiful, boyish features blushed and pleasured just from your touch alone is enough to light a fire beneath your ego. You feel it inflate like a hot air balloon, but you can’t do anything besides take it for a ride.

Zoro’s getting you there soon, anyway.

You pant against Sanji’s head, his hair glinting soft under your cheek. You press a kiss to his head again. “Come for me?” You pant, reaching up with your other hand to palm Luffy’s cock. You couldn’t take him down your throat right now; you needed to breathe.

Luffy wraps his hands around yours, and starts fucking your fist with pistoning hips. You moan, letting a wave of pleasure swell up inside you. You were gonna—

“Fuck!” You scream, curling forward with your hands full of cock, and your pussy full of Zoro’s tongue. He grins from where he’s fucking you through your orgasm, tracing careful circles on your clit as you cum. He slows down, eventually, as your breathing evens out. Flustered and high, you turn your attention back to the boys at your sides.

“F-faster,” Luffy moans, as Sanji messily licks against your collarbone. Luffy speed-demons his way to orgasm, hips slamming against your fist until he’s spurting hot, white cum all over your face and hand. He shoves it into your mouth, making you take his length as he spasms and gasps his way through ecstasy.

You gasp, choked, and muffle out a moan as Sanji squeezes a delicate hand around your throat. Luffy grunts something unintelligible and feral as he feels the pressure tighten.

“Ganna—,” he stutters, “Cum again,” and shudders down your throat.

You take it, hot and delicious, as Sanji pulses his grasp on your throat. Stars dance behind your eyes as Zoro slowly stands up, regarding you with such emerald ferocity you don’t know what to do.

You glance down to see a hot, shining cock in the swordsman’s deft hand, brown tip disappearing in and out of his cum-covered fist. His head tips back as strokes it, grunting in pleasure after bringing himself over the edge with you. You all pant, lost in the bubbles of afterglow as you all recover.

“Fuck,” Zoro finally says. “That was fun.”

****

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gentlyweeps-world · 4 months

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Wine and Lies 5

summary: A dinner date turns into a heartbreak. But maybe, you could get revenge.

pairing: carlos sainz x fem! reader, charles leclerc x fem! reader

warnings: toxic relationship, mentions of cheating

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LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You glanced at yourself in the mirror once more, doing a double take of your figure in the mirror.

The dress looked good on you, it enhanced your features, it made you feel confident, it made you feel hot. And the cherry on top was that it was Ferrari red.

Perfect since you and Charles had to attend a banquet for Ferrari. You heard a shuffle from behind you, glancing around you meet Charles eyes in the mirror. And god did he look hot in his suit, it almost, almost, made you forget about Carlos.

The suit made Charles look like a prince. His broad shoulders, his muscular body, his tall height, his handsome face. Everything about him screamed perfection. He looked at you in the mirror, his blue eyes shining brightly and a soft smile on his face.

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, his hands sliding over your hips to pull you closer to him.

“You look hot Y/n,” he whispered in your ear and you could feel his breath. “So so so beautiful cheri..”

Your cheeks immediately started to flush pink as Charles spoke. His compliment made you feel so good about yourself.

You could feel his warm breath on your neck as he spoke. His arms were wrapped around you, his hands sliding on your hips and he pulled you closer to him.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the touch of his body as he placed his lips on your neck. You could feel his breath on you, his words causing you to blush and giggle.

You let out a soft sigh and lean back against him, “You look so good in that suit Charles..” You say softly. In your mind you imagined Carlos in his place, it disgusted you that you had done that, but maybe it was just you trying to get over him.

Charles' cheeks turned the tiniest bit pink as you complimented him.

He chuckled softly and rubbed circles on your hip.

"Thank you, cheri. Maybe I should wear this all the time" He joked and then kissed your neck.

“Hmm you’re funny..” You say softly with a smile before pulling away from his grasp, you place a soft kiss to his cheek before walking away.

“We should leave soon for the banquet..” You murmur out, walking away from him and out of the bedroom.

Charles chuckled softly as you kissed his cheek.

He stood up, straightening his suit out a bit before he walked after you.

"Right...we should leave" He muttered and then started to follow you out of the bedroom.

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You and Charles arrive at the banquet, his arm stays wrapped around your waist the entire time you talk to potential investors and contributors.

Soon it’s time for everyone to get sat and eat, so you and Charles make your way to a table, his hand moves down to your thigh as you wait for the food to be served.

He rubs small circles into your thigh with his thumb, occasionally giving it a squeeze. Then there’s a sudden change, his hand grips your thigh, glancing over at him you see his jaw clenched, “What is it Charles..?” You ask softly, trying to follow his glare.

Your eyes widen in realization, he’s glaring at Carlos and- Rebecca…?

Of course they would be there, you knew that, but you thought you would be lucky enough to not see them.

He turned his attention to you with a grim expression on his face.

“Nothing” he said through gritted teeth, refusing to say anything further.

His thumb started to dig into your thigh as his grip tightened. “Ce salaud de tricheur” that bastard cheater.

“Charles- could you please loosen your grip..” You murmur out to him softly, placing a hand on his shoulder in attempt to pull him out of his daze.

Charles’ eyes snapped back to you as you grabbed his shoulder.

His expression softened and he let out a breath, realizing that he was gripping your thigh too tight.

He loosened his grip on your thigh, his thumb stopping from massaging it.

“My bad… it’s just…” Charles muttered as he looked towards Carlos and Rebecca, his eyebrows narrowing slightly.

“It’s alright, just don’t pay them any attention..” You say with a smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Charles let out a sigh as you kissed his cheek.

He tried to compose his expression so that he didn’t give away his anger.

“Yeah… you’re right” he said, placing a hand on your thigh. He tried to remain calm and focused on the banquet in front of them.

After awhile the speech started, you really weren’t paying too much attention to it, instead you fiddled with Charles fingers, eager to get back to his apartment and watch a movie with him.

But throughout the speech, your eyes kept on moving back to Carlos, he looked good, too good. His hair styled, eyes still as round and innocent, at least to the sight.

To your surprise Carlos’s gaze was locked on you and Charles, eyes narrowed in a glare and jaw clenched, he wasn’t even paying attention to Rebecca who was trying to get his attention next to him.

You cringe at the sight, tearing your eyes away from him you opt to focus back on the speech, partially aware of the glare set on you and Charles.

But Charles was fully aware the of glare. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss to your cheek, causing you to smile and lean into his embrace.

He meets Carlos’s gaze and smirks at him. Charles smirked at Carlos’ glare, he knew exactly what was going through his mind.

He could practically smell the jealousy radiating off of him.

He was the only one with his arm wrapped around you.

He was the only one with his lips on your cheek, kissing you.

He was the only one with you, not Carlos.

“Hey I’m going to go to the bathroom..I’ll be right back..” You murmur out to Charles, pulling away from him and making your way towards the restrooms.

Unknowing to you, Carlos was trailing right behind you, ready to show you who you actually belong to.

Carlos walked behind you, his mind set on one thing.

You were his, or at the very least you would be by the end of the night.

He had to show you that you deserved to be his and no other man’s.

He wasn’t letting you go, not tonight, at least that’s what he told himself.

The hallway to the bathrooms was empty, everyone was busy eating and talking.

You felt a hand grab your arm and yank you towards them, then before you could react you were shoved against the hallway wall.

“What the-“ You say before a hand covers your mouth, you meet the brown eyes of Carlos.

Your eyes widened as Carlos grabbed you and shoved you against the wall.

He placed a hand quickly over your mouth, not letting you utter a sound.

Your gaze shifted to meet his eyes as he pinned you against the wall.

Your stomach fluttered and your heart skipped a beat at this unexpected move.

What is he doing?

“Mi amor..you look too good tonight..” He whispers out, his free hand going to your waist, feeling you up. You eyes go wide, but you don’t fight his touch.

Carlos’ touch sent shivers down your spine.

You felt your heart beat out of your chest as his hands roamed freely on your body.

He had no right to touch you after how he treated you. A small part of you liked this though...

How could he just get to do all of these things that you missed?

His touch reminded you how good it felt to be with him.

But Charles- Charles with his soft touches and lingering kisses.

Just before you try to shove Carlos off you, he’s yanked away from you.

It was Charles.

He stood there with his hands balled together, his brows furrowed as he glared at Carlos.

Neither one said a word as they stared at each other.

“Let’s go..” Charles mutters out, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Carlos, leading you two out of the building.

On the way out you make eye contact with Rebecca, you and her share a knowing look, you both knew it was too late to get away from Carlos.

Neither one of you said anything, you just walked silently out of the building.

This night was over, Carlos had ruined it.

There was a moment of silence as you two get to Charles car.

“I’m sorry Charles- I didn’t know he’d do that..” You say softly, not sure how any of this would play out.

Charles looked over at you as he heard your apology.

He remained silent for a few seconds as he mulled over his thoughts.

Finally, he spoke.

“I’m not mad at you, cheri.” he said softly, looking into your eyes with his blue ones.

“I’m mad at him.”

The anger and jealousy in his eyes were clear to see.

You nod your head at his words, not sure what to say.

“Do you- do you still have feelings for him? For Carlos?” Charles asks, he knew deep down you still weren’t over Carlos, but he hoped he could do something.

“I- I don’t Charles, I don’t have feelings for him…” You say, it was a pure lie. You couldn’t bring yourself to face the truth or to break Charles heart, because you did like Charles, he was so sweet to you.

Charles’ eyes narrowed from your answer, he knew that you were lying.

He didn’t say anything though, his lips tightened as he tried to contain his thoughts.

He wanted to yell at you and make you admit that you still had feelings for Carlos, but he wanted to believe the lie that you told him.

You did like him, that was true, so he chose to believe that instead.

“Let’s go home…” Charles finally said as the silence stretched on for a bit longer.

“Thank you..” You say, giving him a soft smile as he unlocks his car and opens the door for you to get in.

Charles opened the car door for you and let you in. His face remained tense and his lips were pressed in a straight line.

He looked at you after you said thank you and his expression slightly softened.

He walked to the driver's side and climbed in as well.

Your fingers were interlinked the entire drive and you remained silent as your thoughts raced.

Maybe you could just fake it with Charles, it was better than running back to Carlos- or breaking Charles heart.

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radio 🪩: Should be ending this series soon, and I should be working on extra parts to certain fics/series!

taglist: @janeholt3 @lightdragonrayne @roseseraj @formulas-bitch

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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one last ride for the alpha - p.gasly & y.tsunoda

masterlist

requested: y but also n

pairings: Pierre gasly x fem!reader & yuki tsunods x fem!reader + nsfw ideas mentioned

warnings: not intended for minors + mentions of Pierre being a tripod

a/n: loved love affair and ride that like a Mercedes? I’m back with another one of these bad boys 😁😁🫶feedback is always appreciated xx

ps: hope this eases our pain and suffering of that Miami race 😔🫶

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

it’s a bittersweet ending for Pierre, one last time riding along side his best friend. the season was a rollercoaster, it always is, but Pierre is excited to move forward and be out of Red Bulls grasp once and for all.

“that’s it for us.” yuki leans against his friends shoulder, hair tickling his friends chin, “aren’t you going to miss me?”

Pierre laughs, “miss you? no!” he jokes, shoving the Japanese man off of his body trying to get up from the booth of the table they are situated at.

the drinks keep flowing, sake is being shoved down his throat while they listen to others sing karaoke. the girl on the stage has Pierre mesmerized, the guy she came with left hated the public embarrassment she was bringing to him, so she and Charlotte both sang together, instantly clicking.

the songs over, and Pierre pushes himself up from the seat, swerving around the tables and people, meeting you in the middle, “I knew you were looking at me.” you say, index finger pulling his shirt collar closer to you.

“hard to look away,” he pushes the hair out of your face, “you’re just too hot.” he tries to press his lips against yours, but you pull away.

“get me a drink first then you can kiss me.”

and he does, but he gets you so much more than that. more than what you can say thank you for, because the way he’s treating is better than the guy you came with.

he works you slow, hand moves up your thigh, you hardly notice until his finger nails are pulling on the fabric of your panties. it’s when you turn around from giggling with Charlotte to see what he’s doing, “you have a mind of your own, don’t you?”

“you want to get out of here?” his voice is low, fingers pushing your hair off your shoulder you can’t help but nod you can’t say a word.

and you basically don’t the whole night, the only thing that comes from you are moans and gasps while he goes at you all night. he’s big, what did you expect? of all the rumors you’ve heard, they were true, he was ten times better than you ever expected him to be.

he moves slow, takes his time discovering every inch and area of you, it makes you twitch and squirm, he’s so good at that. he knows how to make you whine, how to make you cum in a matter of seconds, he’s just that good.

you don’t think anybody could be better than that.

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when you wake up the next morning, the person you see is half who you expected to see. how did you end up here? how’d you end up in his bed and not the others? what happened that you don’t remember?

when you turn over to look at the nightstand for the time, you’re met with bottles of sake in your field of vision making you moan. this is how you ended up here.

“time?” he asks, thick Japanese accent shining through, he lets out a raspy groan when you don’t reply fast enough. the phone in between you both lights up and instantly he reaches for it.

“no, no I’m fine. yeah she’s here, why do you ask?” he pulls the phone away from his ear and over to yours. you don’t even have time to make a reaction before the cold device is held against your ear.

“ah cherie, have fun last night? I did, and I’m sure yuki did too! quite a show I’ll say, singing and all.” he chuckles, the sound of his laughter sends a pounding to your head. you want him to stop, but you can barely vocalize your needs without feeling a fire in your throat and the nausea wave through your body.

you’re mumbling trying to find words to come out of your mouth, but your voice box cracks and nothing comes. those boys must’ve truly broke you, you think to yourself.

when you look over at the man beside you, who’s now peacefully asleep once again, some of it floods back. how he held you while you rode him, the way his hand pressed against your throat, and how he had you begging on your knees. it’s the minor details you remember, but it’s clearly why you’re in this state in the first place.

“enjoy your slumber with yuki, I’ll come get you tonight. wear that black dress you were talking about, I still have those heels of yours you claim that match.”

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 4 months

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Mighty Solars Members (Updated)

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Invisibility and Super Shlorpian

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Super Strength and Mundane

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: Laser Eyes, Weaponry and Super Shlorpian

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: Shlorpian Fungus and Flower powers and Mundane

Pupa Solar-Opposites/The Mighty Pupa: Telekinesis

Sonya Solar-Opposites/Nighthowler: Elasticity

Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst: Wonder Woman-like powers and super lasso

Monica Miller/Lightspeed: Super Speed

Parker/Venus Tip: Her powers are like Pidge from Voltron: Legendary Defender

Ms. Frankie/Night Saw: Wolverine claws

Principal Cooke/Trailblazer: Lightning dash

Cherie/Shining Light: Super stealth

Montez/Detroit: Electricity

Pezlie/Jessie-us: Super sonic cries

Nova/Heartstar: Super Empathy

Ms. Perez/Core Burn: Sun powers

Mia/Navigator: X-ray Vision

Kevin/Balanight: Tron powers

Sherbet/Fizziepop: Sweets Powers

Jamie/Firewall: Fire Powers

Darcy/Sonar Woman: Star Powers

Kevin’s Wife/Tsunami: Water powers

Mark/Laserblast: Shooting lasers from hands

Kevin’s Daughter/Ultraviolet: Rainbow powers

Kevin’s Son/Bubbley Blue: Bubbles

Randall/Blackhole: Voodoo magic

Cheery Smithers/Bloody Sympathy: Blood Bending

Janice/Teleport Woman: Teleportation and flight

Stacy G/Spikerella: Body armor and shooting spikes

Louise/Magma: Oozing molten green lava powers

Trevor/Slimar: Turned into walking blue goo that sprays baddies with goo.

Alice/Black Moon: Like Silk from Spider-Verse

Janiz/Miss Qausar: Changing colors

Dr. Weathertsone/Blizzard: Ice powers

Naomi/Black Mamba: Shooting slithering webs

Cue Mighty Solars Theme Song:

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theprongspotter · 5 months

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24 Prompts til Christmas: Day 9

“Decorating is Never Easy” (Wolfstar)

Remus wonders if decorating a Christmas tree with Sirius is a good idea. He finds the answer to be “no” when he turns around and Sirius is covered in lights. They’re wrapped all over his body. “What the hell happened to you? I turn around for two seconds, Sirius, two!” He helps untangle the man, who has an innocent grin on his face.

“Well, I was trying to untangle them, but it didn’t go so well.”

Remus snorts. “No shit.”

The decorating only drives Remus more insane when Sirius places two red ornaments beside each other. He gasps, taking one of the ornaments off the tree and hanging it in another spot. “Sirius, stop putting these beside each other, they’re the same color! It looks gross.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Sirius says, not even fully paying attention. He digs through the ornament box before finding a suitable one and hanging a gold ornament near the red one instead. “Look, it’s like the Gryffindor common room.” He grins.

His husband sighs, rolling his eyes. “Why am I even doing this? I’m Jewish.”

“Because you love me,” Sirius responds in a sing song voice. He wraps his arms around Remus and kisses him.

When they pull apart, Remus smiles, but shakes his head. “You’re something else.”

He hangs another ornament on the tree and Sirius curiously peeks over his shoulder. “Look at him! I remember that day.”

In the middle of the snowflake ornament is a picture of none other than little Harry James Potter. He’s wearing a black dog onesie and laughing at the camera. What’s not pictured is Sirius, who is making faces at his godson behind the camera.

Remus breaks the silence of the moment. “It’s time for the star— Sirius what the actual fuck are you doing?”

Sirius has jumped on Remus’ back and is currently trying to climb onto his shoulders. “Hoist me up, big boy, I’m a star after all.”

“Sirius Lupin,” Remus warns through his teeth. “You’re too old to be doing this. I’m too old to be holding you. My back is aching,” he complains.

“We’re twenty one, mon cheri, live a little.” Sirius teases, pinching his husband’s cheek, who glares in response.

At last, they step away from the tree. The lights twinkle, the ornaments add a beautiful touch of color, and the star on top is shining brightly. It’s a little messy, but it’s perfect to them, and that’s all that matters.

#marauders #marauders era #marauders incorrect quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #dead gay wizards from the 70s #dead gay wizards #gay dead wizards #sirius black #sirius orion black #remus lupin #remus john lupin #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #remus loves sirius #sirius loves remus #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #24 prompts til christmas 2023 #24 prompts til christmas

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charliesgoodboy · 8 months

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2010 B. KAULITZ☆

i get up,

i get down

all my world turns around.

who is right? who is wrong?

i don't know.

song: . . . CHERI CHERI LADY modern talking

TW: jessica rabit like reader(male leaning, but women are welcome), bill is a little shy around reader cuz he's just so hot, little bit of teasing, nsfw themes,

BILL KAULITZ who will almost always go to your shows, listening to your voice and watching the way you would move around the room, the color red suit you and it suited you too well and the way the light would shine showing off the sparkles on the clothing he was lost in just— you. he loved all of you, and you knew it all too well.

BILL KAULITZ who you couldn't keep your hands off of, and other ways around. as he'd sit in that wooden chair, it would only feel like the two of you were in that room as you walked towards him, with that look on your face. your gloved fingers tracing his jawline, your chest pressing up against his and your leg lifting in the slightest against the side of his thigh as you had him wrapped around your fingers.

BILL KAULITZ that would follow you almost everywhere and all the time, if you needed him he'd drop everything when he was able to. his eyes lingering to the way your hips would sway subtly, anything you did could have him on his knees.

BILL KAULITZ who enjoyed feeling you around as much as you did. his hands wandering to your thighs, a small squeeze to the soft feeling, your lips kissing along his neck leaving kiss marks along side his skin that he'd love to look at anytime he got remembering that you were the one who did this.

BILL KAULITZ that would overhear a small conversation that almost made his heart drop to his stomach. a friend of yours, a little nosy one too had to ask why you were even dating him, i mean it's alright to be curious but it was just the way they put it, made him think what the two of you had wasn't true. "he makes me laugh," he'd watch as you'd pat your friends cheek, telling them to meddle in someone else's business that concerned them instead.

#tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x male reader #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel fluff #bill kaulitz fluff #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x male reader #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x you #tokio hotel bill kaulitz

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potential-fool · 1 year

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Im having some serious simp hours so I am requesting a request

Valorant, Yoru, Chamber, Sova, reader who is absolutely in love with their voice. Could listen to them 10/10 all day every day! And dirty talk? Would do anything they ask ngl

Bonus points for mixing english and their native tongue

P.S. pls tag me or ill never find this amazing post T_T i beg thee

@squiddaloo

A/N: Omg this literally this. I like the way you think >:) I will be using google translate for some of the other languages so uh... apologies to any native speakers. ;-; also omg I was writing this and all I could think of was the song "Maria" from West Side Story ifykyk and final note, I ended up doing this in a fade tp black style since you didn't specify whether you wanted it to be smutty or not <3

Tags: Established relationship, GN reader, dirty talk, suggestive talking, denial, hurt comfort

The Sound of Your Voice: Valorant x Reader

Yoru [Ryu Kiritani]

He's a simp, an egotistical one though he refuses to admit he's a simp

your voice though? Oh boy, that's when all bets are off

He wants to be the only one allowed to hear your voice

The two of you were out in the living area of the Valorant Protocol, you were leaned up against your boyfriend, it was a quiet day, a little blessing in disguise as most days were long and hectic. Today though, today was quiet, peaceful.

You hummed a small song, the gentle notes in your throat growing into soft lyrics that escaped your lips. You were too distracted by the lyrics to notice that Ryu had opened a gate in the direction of your shared room.

"あなたはとても美しいですね..." [You sound so beautiful]

You paused for a moment, looking up in the direction of your loved one.

"Ryuuuu you know I don't know what you're sayin'"

You huffed, making a pouty expression that melted away as he grabbed hold of you, taking you through the rift and pushing you onto the bed.

"You sound so beautiful my love~"

Yoru cooed in your ear, his voice dropping and making you feel all sorts of things.

"I bet you'd sound even better moaning my name~ 私の愛 ~" [My love]

You two had a fun night.

Chamber [Vincent Fabron]

This man. THIS MAN.

He will absolutely mess with you anywhere and everywhere

One of his favorite things about you is that small flustered sound you make whenever he teases you

That hitch in your breath? He LIVES for that shit

You and Chamber were under cover at a party, a masquerade to be specific. Entering the room shining with light you were on his arm, the place seemed to sparkle, the shining crystal chandeliers refracting the warm light onto the dance floor. You could see people eloquently swaying to the beat with their partner; the orchestra playing a tune you recognized as one you'd made the effort to learn, it is--partially--in Chamber's native language after all.

You looked up at him and god he was breathtaking, the perfectly tailored waistcoat was white with those beautiful magenta and gold accents. He Really did fit in with this high society stuff.

"Care of a dance mon cheri~?"

You extended a hand to him, bowing and flexing your knowledge of his language.

"Anything for you mon amor~"

He cooed, quietly aweing at your silky voice as he took your hand and stepped onto the dance floor, folding yourself into the others who were dancing. The singer on the mic let her voice fly through the space, catching the eye of your partner as the two of you glided across the floor.

"Hold me close and hold me fast The magic spell you cast This is la vie en rose~"

Your voice was a silky hum in his ears and god Chamber just melted, pulling you close and holding your waist gingerly as he let the song you sang ripple through him.

"My My~ mon cœur~"

He gave your hips a teasing squeeze, causing your breath to hitch just enough for Chamber to hear.

"Vince- Chamber-"

You were breathless, almost forgetting to use his call sign, you were on a mission after all

"Use your words mon amor~ You know how I love hearing you~"

Chamber teased you, though before you could react the song you danced to drew to a close and Vincent smiled, leaving you high and dry as he said:

"We're on a mission mon cheri~ We can finish this if you do a good job for me~"

Sova [Alexander (Sasha) Novikov]

Sova being the soft spoken man he is will happily let you fill any silence with your voice

While he may have grown to enjoy silence you were the exception, silence with you was like an unfinished song

Hearing you go on and on, he could listen to it for hours

You'd had a rough day, coming back from a particularly difficult mission. Difficult, though you found victory. You were exhausted, the moment you stepped off the carrier you went to go find your love; Sova.

You found success in your objective as you knocked on his bedroom door, it opened and he smiled a soft smile upon seeing you. His hair was a little frizzy and he was wearing a t-shirt and grey sweats. Reading your tired expression he pulled you close, rubbing your back and keeping you close.

"Care to shower with me милый?" (Darling)

You gave a small nod, and he guided you into the bathroom off to the side of his bedroom, you were eager to get out of your sweat and dirt covered clothes.

The two of you found yourself holding each other naked in the shower. This wasn't a lust filled event, rather one driven by love and care for the other. Sasha grabbed the soft sponge and rubbed it gently along your back, the newly formed bruises on you aching a bit, causing you to give a soft groan of pain.

"Apologies моя любовь" (my love)

You looked up at him, shaking your head softly

"It's alright Sasha... just hurts a bit.."

Sasha could tell that it wasn't just physical hurt, after all, Sage may have healed physical wounds but she couldn't heal mental wounds.

"Want to tell me about it when we get into bed?"

He asked, inviting you to speak your strife. To this you nodded, accepting his invitation, endlessly grateful one was extended to begin with. You honestly didn't know how he put up with you.

After you showered you pulled on one of Sasha's t-shirts and some panties before crawling into bed with your loved one. The moment of silence was broken by you beginning to speak to what was bothering you.

"...I just.. when does it end?... I'm so tired all the time, tired of fighting, I just want us to be normal. Is that so hard to ask?"

Your voice began to break, tears pricking your eyes and a empathetic look was in your boyfriends eyes.

"Oh my love... It's gonna get worse before it gets better.. and when this is all said and done, I swear to you we will have the life of your dreams..."

His voice trailed off, allowing room for your quiet sobs to fill the room, you cried for a good ten minutes before Sasha broke the silence.

"Rest now my dove.. I love to hear your voice, but not like this, don't waste your energy on tears. Rest, so you may be strong again tomorrow."

You sniffled, your tears beginning to dry as you nestled your head under his chin. A small 'I love you..' could be made out from the murmurs that escaped you.

#valorant fluff #valorant fic #valorant #valorant x reader #valorant sova #valorant fanfiction #valorant chamber #valorant yoru #valorant x you #valorant x y/n #sova x you #sova x reader #valorant sova x reader #chamber x you #chamber x reader #valorant chamber x reader #yoru x reader #yoru x you #valorant yoru x reader

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r4ikkonen · 1 year

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That one night | CL16

summary: It’s your brother’s wedding and one of his best men is Charles Leclerc.Would you guys hit it along?

tw: Language, rough sex

It was a big day today.Today was my brother Dylan’s wedding.He is so excited and honestly I am too.I picked a beautiful pastel pink satin dress to wear along with my silver jimmy choos.I took a cab to the wedding place since it was a little bit further than Monaco.The sun was shining so bright and I knew that it was going to be a great day today.For God’s sake it’s my brother’s wedding Of course I’m excited!

The place was stunning.. all along with some fairy lights and flowers.It was already crowded so I quickly made my way inside trying to find Dylan or at least anyone I know.The atmosphere was quite nice.The piano playing in the backround, the sound of people murmuring something and also a bartenders offering champagne and dessert.

Soon I got pretty bored since I didn’t have anyone to talk to so I went for a walk.Still holding my champagne I stood on a beautiful balcony with the perfect view.You could see the Whole Monaco from here It was truly beautiful.As I was enjoying my moment someone came up to me from behind.

“y/n, is that right?” A tall figure approached me holding a drink as well. “Uhm yes?” I answered quite confused with the current person I’m speaking with. “Im Charles, Dylan told me a lot about you.” He reached his hand to shake mine.His eyes were sparkling green and he had a big smirk on his face.His hair covering up his forehead while giving me a smirk.

“Oh yes I you were Dylan’s best man!”

“That’s right, what are you doing here by yourself?” The man said with a thick accent

“As you can already tell I’m boring myself and I’m probably gonna get drunk just out of boredom”

“Oh c’mon it’s not that bad y/n” Charles said standing right next to me, our arms were touching each other and we locked eye contact just in time.

“How have I never met you?” I said with a confusing grinn

“Well.. I’ve been traveling a lot”

“Ooh so you’re the carboy huh?” I teased him knocking his elbow.

“Is that so?” He continued

“ I guess it is”

“Well maybe we should get to know each other hm Ange?” He asked giving me a slight wink, he was smooth asf

The whole night we spent on talking with each other while laying on the ground drinking our champagne.He was fun, I learned a lot about him and we were both drunk as fuck.Thankfully noone was here and noone could hear the crap that we were saying.

“You wanna do something fun?” I said bitting my lip smelling like champagne.

“Hm?” He lifted an eyebrow, he fixed his posture and leaned in to face me.We were never this close so I wrapped my arms around him and he pulled me into a kiss.It was such a french kiss.

Each kiss was deeper and wetter and we were a mess.Both of us so desperate for each other.His hands traveling across my body all the way down to my thighs were he paused.He pulled out of the kiss catching his breath.We locked eye contact but his hair was covering the half of his face which made it harder to see him.He got on top of me.Leaving wet marks on my neck with me moaning his name hoping that he will fuck me.He removed my dress with no mercy while his hands were covering my hips. “Fuck Charles..” I moaned making him even hornier than now.I cupped his head and he leaned his neck so I could get a full access.He slowly reached his hand between my thigh.”Already wet for me?” He teased while playing with my panties.I just blushed and waited till he inserted his fingers inside.He pressed two fingers with no warnings. “Oh fuck Charles..” “Shh.. Mon cheri, someone could hear us” He sushed me while he kept a pace with his fingers inside.I knew I tried my best to stay silent but I couldn’t help but letting small moans.He pulled his fingers out and inserted them in my mouth.Roughly I got to observe his fingers with my tongue keeping an eye contact.He felt so confident yet so dominant.He unzipped his pants and revealed his member.Shit i thought to myself.. “Are you sure?” He gave me a serious look before inserting his member inside of me. “Oh jesus Charlie” I gasped sticking my nails onto his back.He slowly started fucking me while holding me by my waist tightly. “Fuck you’re so thight..” He said gritting his teeth.I wrapped my arms around his neck and he started going even faster.

“Holy shit” I whinned.Charles kept on placing kisses on my neck while listening to me. “Charles I can’t anymore..” “Shh I’m close too c’mon Angel” He thrusts his hips a bit more.I was a mess.. He pulled his dick out and he faced to look at me.Both of our hearts beating fast.I tried catching my breath.He laid on top of my breasts hugging me.

“Jesus, Charles what did we just do?”

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hey-kae · 2 years

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20 Minutes to Spare

Charles Leclerc imagine

Pairing: charles x female reader

Storyline: Charles is tense before the Canadian GP and reader wants to help him relax

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, not really proofread (that’s it i think) also french translation to english is in italics.

Sidenote: I’m super proud of him for going from p19 to p5 but it’s sad so see that in his post-race interview he still seemed unsatisfied by it. I wish he would give himself some credit! Also I don’t know when a driver is required to be at the garage or if there are public bathrooms near the tracks but let’s roll with it please🥲

lmk if it’s bad. I appreciate brutally honest people!

Right between the deafening sound of cars zooming by and the nearly suffocating smell of burning rubber and motor oil, you were sat in the corner of the Ferrari garage with Charles right beside you. The amount of things happening all at the same place and the numerous people rushing around made you move your attention down to your lap where you rested your fidgety hands and to Charles’ leg bouncing anxiously beside you.

He was a little bit frustrated, nervous even, for obvious reasons. He had suffered a penalty that would force him to start today’s race from the back of the grid, what upset him considering his current standing in the championship and how crucial his every future win would be.

Sighing, you reached over and placed your hand on his forearm, finding it almost painfully stiff: a clear manifestation of how tense he was. Noticing your soft touch, he looked at you and smiled briefly before moving his arm to rest assuringly round your shoulders, pulling you closer to him and kissing your head firmly.

“Ça va bien?” Are you alright? You whispered into his ear, genuinely wanting to know if he was fine. Your eyes locked with his and you could see him calculating his response.

“Oui, cherie. Don’t worry.” He replied, further squeezing you into his side.

However, it was unmissable at what pace he was shaking his leg, making the whole bench bounce with him. Luckily, you two were its only occupants. Soon enough, you found yourself moving your hand to rest on his thigh, what surprisingly startled him, causing him to abruptly still his movement.

“Fuck.” He breathed out in frustration as you nuzzled your face into his neck, lightly pecking the skin there.

You wanted to help him relax but the idea that you had in mind wasn’t exactly applicable in such a crowded and busy environment. Plus, you were completely clueless to how much time he still had before the race.

“How much time ‘till lights out?” You asked and Charles immediately checked his watch.

“Environ 30 minutes.” About 30 minutes.

“And till you have to stay in the garage?” He moved to look at you, his eyes shining with suspicion.

“I’d say 20 minutes if i want to stay on everyone’s good side.” He smiled, “Why are you asking?”

Instead of replying, you got up and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of his seat.

“Come on.” You said and started making your way out of the garage with Charles right behind you.

By now, Charles had caught onto what you were thinking, the thought painting a small smile on his face as your hands stayed intertwined and your thumb softly caressed his skin.

You looked around you and realized you didn’t know where you were going, the realization stopping you in your place.

“Charles…” you trailed off, making him chuckle.

“Come with me.” His arm once again found its spot around your shoulders as he lead the way.

Seconds later, you found yourself entering a public bathroom that happened to be in a somewhat obscure spot so few people even used it. It was decently neat and spacious enough, with a small counter space beside its sink.

Not ideal, but it’ll have to do.

“I just thought that going back to the motorhome would look suspicious right now.” Charles explained as he locked the door and turned around to face you.

“Alors, you brought me here because…” he acted clueless, his hands on his hips as he attempted a frown. However, his knowing grin gave him away.

“Shut up, we don’t have much time.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you, your lips immediately crashing against his, the pace leaving him momentarily breathless. He still recovered significantly fast. His hands slid up your shirt, roaming around your body and discovering every curve as you softly bit his lower lip, causing him to groan into your mouth. You, on the other hand, didn’t have equal access to his body, given the fact that he was already in his stupidly attractive race suit, which was unreasonable since it covers every inch of his skin. It still turned you on when he wore it, no matter how much it covered up.

Your hands trailed down his body, down to his chest as you frantically searched for the zipper, struggling to pull it down, what ended up in Charles’ hands joining yours in effort of unzipping it quicker. The stupid zipper wouldn’t budge, causing Charles to pull away from the kiss to figure out what was happening.

“Fuck, it’s stuck.” He cursed as he inspected his suit. Your mind was already reeling with what this would lead to. However, you were startled by Charles’ sharp movement as he yanked at the zipper’s slider, ripping it away from the fabric, ruining the suit in the process.

“Charles…” you gasped, panicking immediately. It surprised you to see he was unfazed, pushing your back against the counter before helping you on top of it, his body snug between your parted legs.

“Fuck it, mon amour. Je n’ai pas la volonté d’arrêter ça maintenant.” I don’t have the willpower to stop this now. He responded, eyes shifting down to his very obvious bulge, implying that would be a problem if he didn’t get any relief.

“Now, let me fuck you, ma belle.” My beautiful. He mumbled against your neck, littering open mouthed kisses there as his hands fumbled with your pants, unbuttoning them and moving them down just enough. His fingers started tracing teasing shapes onto your clothed pussy as his soft assault on your neck continued. The feeling he was giving you was teasingly good, causing you just enough pleasure to keep you on edge. Your lips parted and a soft moan escaped you when his fingers pushed your panties aside and started rubbing your clit. He pulled back a little to watch your face, loving how much his slightest touch could affect you.

“Fuck, i love having you all to myself.” He bragged, pushing two fingers into you and admiring the way your eyes squeezed shut in reaction to the slight stretch.

It felt so good, too good to comprehend that he was wasting his time like this. All your could focus on was the way his fingers moved so skillfully inside of you and the sounds they were producing as he thrusted them. Finding the strength to stop this was nearly impossible, especially since the tingling sensation was starting to build up in the pit of your stomach, but as if your body was reacting on its own, your hand wrapped around his wrist, urging him to stop his actions.

“Stop this, baby. We don’t have much time left and i want you to fuck me and take all your tension out on me.” You pushed his race suit further down his body, freeing his painfully hard dick and pumping it a few time as Charles looked at you with slight surprise in his expression.

“You will be the death of me, i just know it.” He blurted before holding your panties to the side and thrusting into you all at once, causing the both of you to let out an audible gasp. He started slowly moving, his hands steadying your hips as your eyes drifted down to watch him slide in then out of you at a steady pace.

“You are so wet for me, sweetheart. Do i make you this horny?” He spoke seductively. His hand slipped into your shirt then into your bra, pinching your hardened nipple with just enough force before rubbing the sensitive skin, what left you bucking your hips to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to pick up his speed.

“Fuck, Charles.” You whimpered.

“Je crois que c’est exactement ce que tu fais en ce moment. N’est-ce pas, cherie?” I believe this is exactly what you doing right now. Isn’t it, cherie? He spoke right into your ear as pushed deeper inside of you.

You didn’t know what caused you to moan this loudly then, his words or the new, deeper spot he was hitting inside of you at an intense, consistent pace.

His hands found their way back to your hips, his hold on them tightening significantly as he started slamming into you fast and hard. Your nails clawed at his clothed back, your eyes rolling back at the pleasure your were feeling. His whimpers and breaths right by your ear were the single, most hottest sounds you had ever heard in your life.

“Fuck.” He whimpered and followed it by a moan, making you clench around him as hard as possible.

“Mon dieu, you’re so tight around me, y/n. So fucking good.” He praised, his fingers digging into your skin hard. His praise made you arch your back into him so he moved up his arms to wrap around your torso, pulling you as close to him as possible, your chest flush against his. He desperately needed the strong sense of intimacy at the moment.

The overwhelming pleasure encouraged you to relax your head into the crook of his neck, sloppily kissing the exposed skin there as he fucked the last ounce of energy out of you, one of his hands moving down to your clit to support his thrusting. You felt the surreal sensation building up fast, leaving you with little to no control over the sounds your body made.

“Oh my god, Charles. I’m close.” You moaned into him, feeling him draw soothing patterns on your back as he rubbed your clit and maintained his fast pace.

“Let go for me, baby. Let it all go.” That was all it took for you to come undone, clenching your walls so tight against his dick. You repeatedly whimpered his name as your whole body shuddered in his arms before going almost limp against his chest.

He continued moving inside of you for a few more minutes, his movements a little sloppier by the second as endless moans left escaped his lips. Your hand found its way to his hair and you tangled it in his messy brown locks, moving your fingertips against his scalp gently until you noticed his body tense up against your own, a colorful mix of italian, french and english curse words leaving his lips as you felt him finish inside of you.

Head still against his shoulder, you could hear his rushed heartbeat and shallow breaths as he came down from his orgasm. It felt good knowing that you could make him orgasm this hard.

“You’re good?” He asked you when he noticed your silence, his hands delicately gripping your shoulders and pushing you back so he can see your face. He found you smiling at him, your face glowing from your orgasm, causing him to smile himself. And fuck, he looked heavenly, hair disheveled, lips plumb, cheeks blushed and eyes sparkling with love as he took you in this state in.

“Je t’aime tellement.” I love you so much. He said, still beaming.

“Je t’aime beaucoup, Charles.” I love you so much, charles. You were quick to reply, feeling the words as you say them.

He pulled you into a hug then kissed you as he pulled out of you, making sure to grab a bunch of tissues and clean you up afterwards.

It was only as you were getting up to fix your clothes that you remembered the mishap that occurred with his suit.

“Shit, what are you gonna do about the race suit?” You asked, panicked as your eyes watched him fix his boxers and tights.

“Relax. I have spare ones in the motorhome. I’ll just grab one.” He assured you, pecking your forehead slightly before redirecting his eyes to his watch, “Luckily we have two more minutes to do so.”

You exhaled in relief as he grabbed your hand and unlocked the door, ready to go back to his job.

“So you have many race suits?” You asked innocently on your way to retrieve the previously mentioned item.

“Yes. I have like… three, i think.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? Pourquoi te demande-tu, mom amour?” Why are you asking, my love? He smirked.

“Non, c’est rien. Forget it.” No, it’s nothing.

If you told him how attractive you found the suit, he would have a field day with the information, probably inducing an excessive amount of winking while he was in his race gear.

“Y/n…” he teased.

“Fine. You look stupidly hot in it. I was wondering if you could bring one home.” You blurted up, your face heating up after the confession.

Charles beside you burst out laughing, making you blush harder.

“Arrête, s’il te plais Charles.” Stop, please Charles. You mumbled, pleading him to stop the laughter since people around you two were now watching.

“D’accord, cherie.” Okay, cherie. He gave in, trying to catch his breath, “And i’ll see what i can do about your request of bringing one home.” He winked, earning himself a playful shove on the shoulder.

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