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honnelander · 7 months
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go fish! part 2
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guyssss i did NOT expect this little series to blow up. y'all are amazing! i'm turning into a Sanji writing blog and am i mad about it? no lmao i received a couple of requests and i'll work on them as soon as i can. i'm really in the zone rn so i'll ride this wave as long as i can. if you want to be a part of the taglist for whenever i post new Sanji content, lmk. i hope you enjoy!
WARNINGS: none
word count: 2.8k
pairing: opla!sanji x fem!reader
summary: after being humiliated by Usopp earlier, reader stays in her room to decompress. however, she gets a visitor.
prequel part 1 part 3 part 4 masterlist
taglist: @smolracoon25 @mischiefmanaged71 @jovialcat123
Mortified. That’s how you felt. Still. 
Ever since you ‘forfeited’ from finishing your Go Fish card game with Usopp a couple of hours ago, you had taken your glass of water that Sanji had poured for you and boarded up in your shared room with Nami, refusing to come out due to “heat exhaustion”. 
Poor Luffy, ever the golden hearted captain, was immediately worried for your wellbeing as soon as he heard that but after multiple reassurances from you and getting up off of your hammock multiple times to prove you were in fact, just fine, he relented from wanting to stop by the nearest island so he could find a doctor for you. Usopp had managed to convince him as well that all you needed was some water, alone time, and that you would be fine by dinnertime. 
You rubbed your eyes as you let out a sigh, vowing to yourself that the next time you wanted some time by yourself, you should just take a bath or something, since any other excuse would cause someone on the crew (Luffy) to lose their mind at the thought of someone not feeling well. 
You readjusted yourself, sitting more upright, as you downed the last of your water, it being warm by this point since it had been poured by Sanji hours ago. 
Sanji. Ugh.  
Your heart fluttered once again at the mere thought of him, but that flutter was immediately replaced by a wave of crashing embarrassment at the thought of the afternoon’s sequence of events. What had happened earlier wasn’t even anything that groundbreaking or special, but to you? It was everything. It wasn’t common practice in your life for the object of your affections to be so kind towards you, so thoughtful, to read and anticipate your needs before you even knew they were even there. But Sanji? He was all of that and more. And you didn’t even know him for that long! You’ve all been a part of the straw-hat crew for 5 months at this point and it felt silly to admit to yourself that you had developed a crush on one of your crewmates in that short amount of time. 
And having feelings for your crewmate? Someone who you literally couldn’t get away from since you all were trapped on a ship together (not that you would ever want to be away from him or anyone else for that matter, besides Usopp, but still), it felt morally wrong. You guys were all a team. Sure, you all were off to sail around the world and chase dreams, but achieving all of that required teamwork and trust, and that was hard to do if two of those people were caught up with matters of the heart every hour of every day. 
Like, what if things didn’t work out in the end? Would you really want to put the crew’s dynamic at stake just because you thought the blonde guy was cute? No, you wouldn’t. It would be selfish so you would never dare to put yourself or Sanji in that position. No matter how much you liked him. 
So as much as it pained you, you could never tell Sanji how you feel. You would never cross that line of being a ‘professional pirate’ into something more, like a pirate wife. Or a pirate chef’s wife. 
It definitely didn’t help that freaking Usopp of all people on the crew knew about your affections for Sanji. Ugh, you groaned. He was the absolute worst person to know about it too. Why did he have to figure it out? Why did he have to be the one that had put two and two together to equal four? That your random bouts of awkwardness and shyness plus ‘heart eyes’ and blushes whenever Sanji was around equaled to you having a forbidden crush on the crew’s chef? It was embarrassing. And complicated.  
He loved to stir the pot too, so whenever he could tease you for it when you both were alone or in front of a clueless Sanji, he would. You remembered the kiss he had shared with Kayla back when the straw-hats had acquired the Going Merry, so you definitely jabbed him right back when you had had enough, since part of you felt guilty for it since Kayla was thousands of miles away and Sanji lived on this ship with you. Your situations were slightly similar but completely different.  
Also, completely different in the way that him and Kayla were basically dating at this point, albeit long distance, and had shared a kiss while you could barely sustain eye contact that lasted more than 5 seconds with Sanji. 
You were hopeless. 
“Knock, knock,” a familiar accented voice came through the closed door. “Y/n? Are you awake?” 
"Sanji?” you blurted out in complete surprise.  
Shit. You weren’t mentally prepared to see him just yet. At all. You were still replaying the interaction you both had earlier in your head, your overthinking mind going over every minute detail to figure out if Usopp’s careless teasing had given away your affections.  
Usopp, you mentally ground out. You were going to kill him. Sanji had never stopped by your room before so what on earth was he doing here now?  
Suddenly, a thought struck you like a bolt of lightning and made your stomach drop fifty miles below sea level: if Sanji had specifically stopped by your room just to gently let you down, that no, in fact he did not feel the same way about you, that he only thought of you as a member of the crew and nothing more....then yeah, you were definitely going to kill Usopp and throw him overboard. 
Before you could mentally plot out more details on Usopp's murder, the door opened and the straw-hat chef’s blonde head appeared. His eyes quickly scanned Nami’s empty hammock on the room’s left side before turning his head to the right, his blue eyes immediately finding your surprised ones, a (relieved?) smile lighting up his face at the sight of you. 
“So, I take it you’re awake?” Sanji asked in a light, teasing tone but not making an effort to move himself away from the doorway. 
“Uh, y-eah,” you stuttered out in surprise as you just stared at him dumbfounded. You still couldn’t figure out why he was here. 
Sanji continued to lock eyes with you, making your cheeks flush the longer you both stared at each other, and your palms sweat as the silence stretched on, making the tension in the air become thicker by the second. He blinked, his eyes darting to the side in confusion, raising an eyebrow as he asked, “May I come in?” 
“OH! Yes, of course- sorry,” you stuttered as you waved him inside, sitting up in your hammock and mentally face palmed yourself. Of course, Sanji was waiting on you to invite him inside. Like always, he was acting like a true gentleman. “Please, come in. Have a seat. Sorry, that was rude of me. Make yourself at home.” 
Sanji stood up to his full height and walked into your room with an easy smile and a small laugh, closing the door behind him. “Ah, don’t ever apologize y/n. You could never be rude to me,” Sanji rebuttalled and waved off your apology as he looked around and took in your very plain and basic shared room with Nami.  
Your room, or side of the room more specifically, wasn’t much to brag about considering you really didn’t have much to your name but for now, it was home to you. Your side consisted of your hammock, a wooden barrel next to it to act as a makeshift nightstand that housed your only book, a journal, and a lamp, along with an empty wooden crate to act as a makeshift seat and another to hold some of your other clothes and small travel bag. Nami’s side was similar to yours but had a touch more personality as she hung up some maps she found at various markets and drew up herself on her wall. 
You swallowed, suddenly feeling a tad self-conscious about the lack of things in your room considering your current guest was dressed, as usual, to the nines in his signature black suit and blue and white striped shirt complete with a skinny black tie. “Sorry for the sad state of my room-” 
“Sad?” Sanji stopped admiring your room and snapped his gaze to look at you. His eyebrows pulled together as another confused smile adorned his features. “Why would you say that? Your room isn’t sad, I like it. It’s a reflection of you,” his next words came out softer, “and I think that’s beautiful.” 
You could feel heat crawling up your neck at his words as you busied yourself with placing the empty glass in your hand on your barrel nightstand. There was no way Sanji was calling you beautiful, he was just commenting on your room. With Nami. On your shared room that owed any ounce of ‘personality’ to the ship’s navigator because it was obvious you literally brought nothing special to this room whatsoever.  
You stopped yourself from spiraling into ‘I don’t bring anything special to the straw-hats, I don’t know why they keep me around’ thoughts because now wasn’t the time to think about any of that. Those dark thoughts were reserved when you couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night.  
As you placed the glass on the nightstand, you asked, “So, what brings you all the way to my room? Aren’t you usually prepping for dinner around this time?” 
Sanji’s eyes followed your hand and lit up when he saw the sole book on your nightstand. “Oh, a book? I didn’t know you liked to read.” His megawatt smile lit up a couple of notches as his eyes sparkled, he looked like he had just learned one of the universe’s greatest mysteries as he took a seat near you on an empty crate. “What book is that?” 
“Oh, that?” You mentally deflated at the fact you now had to tell Sanji about your favorite book, “It’s Pride and Prejudice.”  
You weren’t ashamed of having that book specifically, you loved it and it was your favorite book of all time, you had lost count at how many times you had read it at this point, but it was the fact that you now had to share this part of yourself with the guy you fancied. Guys normally scoffed and turned their nose up at romance book and romantic things, so you were bracing for Sanji to scoff and laugh at you like all the other guys did (like even Zoro and Usopp did when they first saw you reading it) but it never came. 
Instead, Sanji’s smile remained bright. “Ah, so you’re a lover of classic romances? Pride and Prejudice? Romeo and Juliet?” 
Immediately, you smiled, finding yourself instantly comfortable suddenly whenever you got to talk about one of your favorite things. “Absolutely. I don’t think there’s a problem big enough out there that love can’t solve. Family backgrounds? Wealth and status? At the end of the day, none of that stuff matters. What matters is if two people love each other.” 
Sanji stayed quiet for a moment, looking into your eyes with a twinkle of an emotion that you couldn’t decipher. It made your heart skip a beat. “Yeah,” he agreed quietly, never breaking eye contact. “I agree.” 
You swallowed. “You like this stuff too? Have you read Pride and Prejudice?” 
Sanji blinked and that indescribable emotion he had in his eyes was gone. His smile remained, however, and became sheepish as he held up his hands, “Ah ok, you caught me. I’ve never read the full thing, but I know the main parts of the story. My favorite part that I did read though, was the first dinner with Mr. Collins and he complimented the Bennets on their ‘excellent boiled potatoes’.” 
You couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head slightly as you teased, “I should’ve known that the chef of the Going Merry’s favorite part of the book is when food is discussed!” 
The blonde cook held his hands up again with a good-natured laugh, “Ah, you got me!” His face softened as he asked, “What about you?" He nodded towards the book. "What’s your favorite part?” 
You paused for a second as you mulled the question over. “Well, I'm not sure if you know about this part since you never read the book...” 
“Try me,” he encouraged softly. 
Your face turned to the side, your eyes looking at the wooden wall to your right, unable to bring yourself to look at Sanji as you told him your favorite part of your favorite book. You took a deep breath to steady yourself and calm your nerves, your voice becoming quiet as you told him, “My favorite part is...when Mr. Darcy barges in on Elizabeth for the first time, while she’s at her friend Charlotte’s house writing a letter. He had come to practice ‘conversating’ with her since he admitted that it wasn’t something he was good at and she had told him to practice it. So, Mr. Darcy just barged in and they had one of the most painfully awkward conversations ever...and he did all that just because he loves her. He did something he hated and was bad at, and opened himself up to embarrassment just because he wanted to improve and be better for her. It’s so romantic and beautiful.” 
The air was quiet after your mini monologue and for a moment, nothing could be heard except for their quiet breathing and the occasional crash of the ocean from outside your small window. 
Part of you worried that your little rambling had bored Sanji, so when you finally looked at him, imagine your surprise when you found him leaning in towards you, hands clasped, elbows resting on his knees and his eyes watching you, completely engaged. It was like he was hanging onto your every word. 
Sanji scanned your face for a moment, the corner of his lips curling upwards as he said, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m not familiar with that part in the book,” and before you could open your mouth to bring yourself down, he continued, “but, that doesn’t mean your answer is wrong.” He leaned back and slapped his hands against his thighs, “Hell, it’s a much more insightful answer than mine!” He laughed. “I just liked how they were poking some fun at boiled potatoes.” 
You laughed with him because yes, that part in the book also made you laugh as well. But at the mention of food, you realized that you still didn’t know why Sanji was here in the first place. Wasn’t he normally prepping for dinner at this time? He had to be running behind schedule at this point. 
“Why are you here, Sanji? Isn’t it almost time for dinner?” 
“Yeah, it is actually but I heard you weren’t feeling well so I wanted to check in on you, make sure you’re feeling alright and see if you have any special requests for dinner?” 
You couldn’t help the slight smile that overtook your face, trying to hide the blush at the fact that he was kind enough to check in on you and offer to practically be your own personal chef for the evening. 
You hummed for a moment, acting like you were deep in thought before asking with a raised eyebrow, "And what would you say if I requested some boiled potatoes?”  
The smile that lit up the chef’s face was priceless. He had never looked more beautiful. “To that, I would say ‘Absolutely. If that’s what the missus wants, then that is what the missus will get.’” 
Missus. There it was again. You felt all warm inside whenever he called you that, it made you feel like he was your husband and that you were his wife. But that wasn’t the case. Sanji definitely must have called other women that before. You weren’t special to him, he was just being polite.  
You swallowed down your emotions, putting your sudden wave of sadness away for later, putting on a small smile. “Then that sounds perfect. I would like to formally request some ‘excellent boiled potatoes’ as a side for dinner, please.” 
If Sanji noticed your sudden change in mood, he didn’t show it. Instead, he grinned as he said, “Excellent choice, Madam. Boiled potatoes, coming right up.” As he stood up and made his way towards your door, Sanji did one of the most unexpected things that nearly knocked the wind out of you. With his left hand on the doorknob he said, “And don’t worry, Madam. I’ll sprinkle in a little bit of extra love in there,” he turned and winked at you, “just for you.” 
With that, Sanji left your room, gently closing the door behind him, leaving you completely dumbstruck in your room, your mouth agape and body frozen. 
Did Sanji just say he loved you? 
You shook your head, because there was no way he did, right? He said he’d ‘sprinkle in some extra love’ into your potatoes, not 'I love you". You weren’t a chef, maybe that was a euphemism for something. 
You sighed.  
Those better be some good boiled potatoes. 
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wasyago · 2 months
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kakashi and bull 🥺🤲
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eloquent-edits · 2 months
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🗡️ “I’m all for platonic intimacy but this…?”
the subtext of romance is really peeking through 🗡️ friends to lovers scenarios
Person A going to person B’s house to watch a movie but getting looped into playing drunk card games with B and their parents
Working out together and A insisting on spotting B and adjusting their form
B playfully poking A in public and promptly getting tackled
B patting A’s cheek only to accidentally linger as they notice how the light catches in A’s eyes (A is DESPERATELY trying to not blush)
“Here’s the garage code.” “… Why am I receiving this information?” “You’re already over here a lot. My parents think it’s better than a key.”
Forced close proximity at a LAN party because there’s not much room at the table (and A’s arm keeps brushing against B’s, messing up their aim, but if anything the space between them decreases as the night goes on)
The “Oh, is B coming too?” to “A kidnapped me to come here and hang out” pipeline
Going from quick and funny head scratches to absentmindedly stroking/detangling their hair while chatting with friends
“Do I smell okay?” “You smell normal.” “Which is…?” “Like lilac and gooseberry.”
A melting into B’s hug after a long and stressful week
B helping A deal with a major headache by rubbing/scratching their back
A heating up B’s ears with their hands because B forgot ear muffs in winter
“My mom thinks you’re really pretty/handsome.” “My mom thinks you look like Adonis/Aphrodite.” “Can you ever take a compliment?”
Candid pictures give away the softness in B’s eyes when they look at A goofing around
B not minding when A gives them a long hug in public, even though they aren’t big on PDA in general
B drawing a shitpost and sending it to A, A setting it as their lockscreen, and months later B realizes that A still hasn’t changed it
B’s family automatically assuming that A might join for any family function and making A’s favorite dish accordingly
“I have to go into the office this week. Can I crash at your place since it’s closer?”
Hanging out for hours —> “I don’t want you to drive home this late.” —> waking up in each other’s arms because they both refused to let the other sleep on the floor/couch
“My clothes reek of you.” “You could’ve just told me to take a shower.”
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euthymiaaa · 3 months
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— getting jealous over a crush prompt *ೃ༄
jealousy is such a dangerous feeling lol, enjoy!
constantly noticing them smiling so brightly with that one person
when was the last time they beamed at you like that?
violent churns agitating your stomach
an aching feeling starts nagging profoundly at your heart
"who was that"
not even being able to process the jealousy; solely that one scene of them with someone else repeats in your head
desperately demanding your crush's friends if you're seeing someone
the urge to search for answers from your muse, yet you don't want to strain your friendship (you do it anyways)
helplessly convincing yourself that your friendship has more worth compared to whoever that person was
"how long have you known them? are you both friends?"
self-doubts viciously devouring your thoughts; what if they were genuinely happier with them?
“why are you acting like this all of a sudden”
"if you're so worried that someone will snatch me up, why don't you just confess to me right now?"
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urfriendlywriter · 3 months
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things me and my bestfriends have said to each other that would make a list of heartbreaking prompts:
(found family trope but irl haha, feel free to use <3 tag me when yall writee, 1,9,11,13,24 has a spcl place in my heart)
"i don't feel seen at times." "it's not true. i see you, [name], i always have."
"thank you for listening to me, thank you for being here for me."
"i love the family we've found for ourselves :( "
"i want to hug you.."
"you, you can always come to me when you're happy and when you're sad."
"you make me become the best of me." <333
"i can never forget when you did ___, God i almost fell in love with you then."
"no, i don't want to rant-" "no, no, hey, it's okay. rant. I'm here to listen."
"whenever i ask you, you say I'm ok, but whenever you ask me i bare my heart open to you. i just want you to tell me if you're having a hard time so i can lend you a shoulder in silence!"
"just--just come with me, please ! I'll take care of you, please leave that hell hole you call home !"
"it hurts, [name]." in a weak murmur and they just rest their face on your shoulder, leaning on one another as they whisper, "it's okay to hurt. cry if u have to."
"should we just run away from home and live together?"
"you are a good person, [nickname]." ✯
"rant, love, go ahead."
"i was very proud of you. i still am."
"you're the positive blueprint/sunshine to my fucked up life, [name]" (ok but they said this to me while we were both in our LOWEST)
"we were enemies before weren't we?" "yeah, haha, if you were a boy we'd have become lovers!!"
^ "[nickname], are you GAY?? YOU ARE GAY- OMG" "stop it lmao" (all in texts lol)
"i wonder what good i did to deserve you " </3
"how lovely of you :)" "ilysm" "shut up, dude, you're so adorable."
"you are devastatingly beautiful, [name]."
"i can never forget what you looked like at your happiest... you glowed. " :((
"hugs, please :/"
"I'd love to nom nom you TT" (we were acting cute and actually melting)
"we'll become the parents we never had."
"we are walking through this life together, aren't we? let's do so till we are together in the paradise, too."
"you mean a lot to me."
"together, in this world and in the here-after too."
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dizscreams · 10 months
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can I request a hobie brown x fem reader where hobie swings to his friends apartment and knocks on her window and the reader has to patch him up and hobie is just kinda quiet because he hates people caring for him (he doesn’t want to be seen as a burden) but reader assures him its fine and maybe hobie confesses to her? <4
COUNT ON YOU
— Hobie Brown ★
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PAIRING: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader
A/N: DISCLAIMER I’ve never read a single Spider-Man comic in my life, this is PURELY based off of what I saw in the movie. THIS IS VERY VERRRYYY OOC BUT enjoy! :)
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You were finishing up on homework, even though it was 2 in the morning. It wasn’t uncommon for you to stay up late to finish your assignments. It also wasn’t uncommon for your best friend Hobie to knock on your window injured.
You took off your headphones and looked to see where the knocking came from. You saw the familiar Spider-Man mask with spikes staring back at you through the glass. He was holding his side and his mask was a little beat up. You quickly got up and opened the window for him. “Hobie? Are you alright?”
He climbed inside your room and ripped off his mask, throwing it somewhere on the ground. “Yeah, just peachy,” he said, his voice was low and very clearly sarcastic. You frowned and gently grabbed his hand, “C’mon lets get you patched up.” He stepped back and took his hand away from your grasp shaking his head. “No, it’s alright.”
“Hobie, you’re bleeding. Lets go,” you told him firmly. Before he could respond you grabbed his hand and started walking to the bathroom. You flicked on the light and pointed to the toilet seat, “Sit.” He groaned but didn’t argue against it, he knew better than to argue with you this late. He could see the bags under your eyes as he observed you grabbing the first aid kit.
He sat down and you walked toward him, placing all your supplies on the bathroom counter before looking over at him. His face was cut and he had a wound on his side. You grabbed a rag, you ran water over it before kneeling in front of him. “You’re lucky it isn’t that bad, I’ve definitely had to help you with worse,” you chuckled looking up at him.
He only nodded in reply which you thought was weird but didn’t question. You focused back on cleaning the wound, luckily it wasn’t deep, but you could feel his burning gaze on you. You knew he didn’t like getting cared for like this but he was your best friend, it was basically your job to help him. “You know I want to help you right?” You asked softly, breaking the silence.
You looked up at him seeing a look of confusion on his face. You explained further, “I mean you don’t have to feel bad about me helping you all the time. Your job is dangerous and I’ll always be here help you out.” You offered him a small smile and he snickered, “You’re corny.” You playfully hit his knee and the both of you fell into a comfortable silence with small smiles on both of your faces.
You took a dry towel and dabbed at his side. Once you cleaned it you put on a bandaid. You stood up and smiled proudly, “There!” He nodded and stood up, about to walk out until you stopped him. “Wait-” you grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back down on the toilet seat. “You still have a cut on your face.”
“Just a small one, it don’t matter.”
You rolled your eyes, “I’ll treat it anyway.”
He glared at you but nodded, deciding that you might as well since you already cleaned his other one. He hated getting help and he hated people telling him what to do but he couldn’t help but let you. He wasn’t proud of it, honestly he was slightly embarrassed. But as long as he never admitted it out loud, he would be okay.
Except for the fact that he wanted to tell you how he felt.
He wanted to tell you he’s attracted to you and that he’s thought of being more than friends with you but he didn’t know how you felt about him. And it wasn’t like him to talk about his feelings, even to you. You began running the wet rag across his cheekbone gently. You made sure to wipe the blood off and clean the cut.
You noticed Hobie gulp and you looked at him, now noticing your close proximity. You smiled softly to yourself and continued your work on the cut. You grabbed a bandaid and put it on his cheek. Hobie slightly shivered at the contact but got up as soon as you were done. “Alright, cya later.” He walked out of the bathroom and went into your bedroom quickly.
“Woah woah woah, wait a minute,” you called out for him. He stopped in front of the window and turned around to look at you. “You’re just gonna leave? Not even a thank you?” You asked. He pointed at you, “Thank you, now goodnight!” He turned around to the window again but you pulled his arm and pulled him back to face you. “What’s gotten into you? You’re acting weird.”
“Not that weird.”
“Pretty weird.”
He tossed his head back and huffed out a breath. You raised your eyebrows waiting for him to give you a clear answer. He slowly lifted his head back up to look at you. He stepped a fraction closer to you, now close enough to able to feel your body heat. He examined your features for a moment before shaking his head.
“Nothing. Night.” He swiftly grabbed his mask off the floor and opened the window. “Bye Hobie,” you said quietly. He looked back at you and then forward again. He put on his mask and in a flash he was gone. You flopped on your bed and covered your face with your hands.
You stayed like that for a moment thinking about the interaction you just had. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and pulled the covers over you, ready to sleep. What you weren’t aware of was Hobie peaking his head to look into your window. It was too late to tell you about his feelings now, so he’d tell you another time! Probably in a year or two.
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Hate Sex with Kate Bishop
Kinktober Day Thirteen!
KATE BISHOP X MASC FEM!READER
Word Count: 4.5K
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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WARNINGS: Swearing, hate sex, public sex, sex in a closet, strap-on use, switch!Kate, dom!reader, fingering (kate!receiving), heavy make-out, Kate being bratty, pre!Hawkeye show, might be a little ooc sorry :(
SYNOPSIS: From a distance, Kate was able to fantasize about you and all the filthy things that she wanted to do with you, and to you. There was just one problem: You were her mother's assistant, and you were the rudest bitch to ever step foot in Bishop Security HQ.
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“I hate you.”
“I hate you more.”
If there was something she prided herself on, it was her ability to find kindness in anybody. Even when her mother was arrested on Christmas, Kate still visited her in prison. And even with that black widow assassin, Yelena, she still couldn’t help but like her even after she attempted to kill her.
Kate saw the best in everybody, and she’s never hated a single person in her life… Until you came along.
What was it about you that pissed her off so bad? Why did she say things like “I hate you” to your face? Who even were you in this scenario?!
You worked at Bishop Security Headquarters. You used to be her mother’s administrative assistant, handling all of her paperwork and business calls like it was second nature to you. Whenever Kate had saw you working before, she would end up staring at you… The women in this office always wore those ugly pencil skirts and frilly blouses under horrendous blazers and heels too high for comfort. But not you.
Kate felt her heart stutter in her chest when she first saw you on the second week of her internship. You had a briefcase in your hands along with a cellphone in the other. There was an earpiece on your left side, just hiding the many piercings of your ear and the nose ring that she thought was so cool at the time. You wore almost no makeup, just mascara and lip gloss.
And the suits you wore? They all looked custom made to fit you. She could see the outline of your muscles through the fabric of your button-up shirts that were perfectly tucked into your dress pants. Every day you wore a new solid color business suit, and a tie to add a complimentary color to your outfit. Your hair was short, and Kate noticed your angled undercut, and the tattoo down the back of your neck.
Needless to say, Kate was horny for you. Every time you walked past reception; you didn’t even look up as Dee let you inside of the office building without a word. You were so busy on your phone that you never looked up. Kate saw you almost run into the glass doors on many occasions because Dee wasn’t quick enough to open the door.
She saw you at her mom’s home as well. You were usually around helping her with everything and making her life easier, but you hardly acknowledged Kate when she was around. It got to the point that Kate didn’t think you ever actually saw her.
And then one day, you didn’t have a choice.
Kate was late. She had a huge cup of iced coffee in her grasp as she made her way across the lobby to the building, her fear rising at being reprimanded when she was knocked onto the ground, iced latte clattering down to the concrete floor as a heavy body was knocked down and on top of her.
“Shit, shit, fuck,” The sound of your voice had her cheeks burning red as she looked up to meet your icy gaze. Kate forgot how to breathe… you were even more hot up close like this. And you smelled like cinnamon, fuck. “You didn’t see me coming?”
And just like that, Kate was offended. Didn’t matter how much pressure you were applying to her in all the right places, or how good you smelled. You were the one that ran into her. Not the other way around.
“Maybe if you get off your phone for more than five seconds, you would have seen me coming—”
“Wait, stop—” You shushed her and sat back on your knees, practically straddling Kate and making her breath get caught in her throat. You pressed a finger to your earpiece and nodded for a second and then responded. “Yes, I’ll have that ready by this afternoon. Mrs. Bishop has very important matters to handle, so I will be taking care of it personally.”
“Can you just- Move it!” Kate aggressively shoved you off of her body, forcing you to stand up off her and you reached for the briefcase that had slid across the floor. Almost immediately, you could smell the caramel and saw that Kate’s coffee had gotten all over the back of her shirt, and into her long hair.
“Watch where you’re going next time, Ms. Bishop,” Was all you said before you headed for the elevator and did not hold it for her. Kate was fuming. How entitled were you that you thought it was her fault!?
Since that day, Kate couldn’t even look at you without scowling. It didn’t matter how hot you dressed, how pretty your hair was, or how every so often you would switch out the piercing in your nose for something new. No, Kate was still pissed off. You were acting like she was nobody; like she didn’t even exist. She was your boss’s damn daughter!
It didn’t take long for her to be openly hostile toward you. When she saw you throughout the office, she would purposely run into you, shoulder-checking you. “Watch it, secretary.” Was what she would say. You weren’t a secretary… You were an administrative assistant! You were someone important! She was just the company owner’s brat daughter and useless intern!
It would have been so easy to ignore Kate’s childish antics for a long, long time… But unfortunately, her mother had other plans.
Eleanor was throwing a party for her clientele, and she made sure that Kate was going to be there. And then she revealed to her daughter that yes, you would also be there. And you would be staying in close proximity with Kate all night long. Kate had been questioning why you were going to hang around her all night long, and Eleanor reminded her daughter that not only did she have a habit for wandering off and not coming back, but she also liked getting into nonsense trouble.
You would keep her in line. Right, yeah, you’d totally keep her in line…
Kate felt ridiculous. She was in a sparkly purple floor-length evening gown that was off her shoulders and her hair was held back by silver flower clips. And while she felt silly, you had nearly lost your balance at seeing her.
It was probably the first time she saw you look at her for more than ten seconds… Of course, you were in a suit. Of course, you had a tie that matched the color of her dress. And of course, it looked fucking incredible on you, like everything else you fucking wore. It pissed her off even more.
“Ms. Bishop,” You cleared your throat a little and bowed down, holding out your hand for her and making her roll her eyes.
“Don’t try to be nice to me,” She said, shooing your hand away and walking passed you. You looked dumbfounded. “This must be killing you.”
“You know what?” You squared your shoulders back a little and decided that you’ve had enough of her damn attitude. “You’re right. I’d rather be anywhere else than here with you right now.”
“And what is it about being in my presence that is so freaking bad for you?”
“You’re a spoiled little brat who is too hot for her own good and thinks she can get whatever she fucking wants with that damn look you give people,” You scowled, not holding back even a little. “You only work at HQ because your mother owns it. You don’t do a thing there except waste time.”
Kate didn’t hear anything other than you calling her hot. Her cheeks burned red, but she wasn’t backing down. “At least I’m not some workaholic who doesn’t even know how to look up from her phone for more than ten seconds before walking headfirst into someone!”
“That was months ago, are you being serious right now?” You crossed your arms together and Kate swallowed hard at your muscles contracting under the fabric. “You aren’t helping my case here by whining like a brat.”
“And you’re just a… A bitch!” Her voice echoed so hard in the halls that other guests ended up staring at you two. For a second, you had forgotten where you two were and before Kate could fight back, you were grabbing her on the arm and dragging her away from the scene. “Hey! Let me—”
You didn’t listen. You simply tugged her into a supply closet and locked the door behind you as you slammed it shut. “You want to fight? Let’s fight, Ms. Bishop.”
“This is—” Kate laughed incredulously, her face paling a little as she realized just how close she was to you in the small closet. You smelled even better when she was almost touching you like this. “You’re being ridiculous, you know that?”
“And what are you being then, huh? A child? A pussy?” Kate stumbled back as you slammed your hands on either side of her head, standing as tall as her and leaning forward just enough for her to feel your breath against her face. Kate shivered, and you noticed. “A brat?”
“I am not a brat,” Kate almost snarled, her heart pounding in her chest. A low, seductive chuckle left your throat, and the Bishop girl felt her knees tremble as you reached with one hand and gently tilted her head up to meet her gaze. You licked your lips, and she noticed. Her stomach was twisting all over again and she felt like her body was on fire.
Kate breathed, “I hate you.”
You snarled. “I hate you, more.”
There was no telling who truly closed the distance first. It was a mess of lips, tongue, and teeth as you slammed your mouth down against hers and began to kiss Kate with a desire that you didn’t know was in you.
Your entire body slotted against her, whimpering at feeling her own strength against yours. And while Kate wasn’t as muscular as you, she was just as strong. Her hands curled into the front of your suit, and she let out a soft whine as you broke the kiss and reached down with both hands, grabbing her thighs.
“Just… need that attitude fucked out of you,” Your words sent electric shocks throughout her entire body. Before she could bring herself to protest, you bent down and lifted her up off the floor, wrapping Kate’s legs around your waist and sliding your lips down to her neck.
Kate fisted her fingers in your hair and scowled aggressively, pushing down against your hips in an attempt to show her dominance, but what she got in return was something she was not expecting. Her breath got caught in her throat and the sensation of something pressing against her…
“Did you—” Kate looked offended for a brief second, her brows pulling together as she looked up at you. “You fucking plan this?”
You chuckled, leaning forward and gently grazing your teeth across her jawline. “Not that it’s any of your business, Bishop… but I tend to enjoy these parties a bit more than you.”
Kate was slightly pissed, but more intrigued than anything. Why would you be packing? What is it about these parties that makes you wear… Her entire face went red, and she looked up at your stern gaze, pressing her lips into a thin line. “You planned on taking someone home with you.”
“I planned on taking someone home with me,” You admitted, gently rubbing your thumb across the underside of her chin before aggressively grabbing at her neck. “Now don’t make me fucking regret dragging you into this closet, and not that cute girl from finance.”
Kate knew who you were talking about. Christy was short, adorable, feminine, and every masc lesbian’s fantasy. Kate would know, because she’s thought about fucking Chrissy too. Suddenly, Kate felt like she shouldn’t have been in here with you, but you were quick to put those fears to rest. Very slowly, you reached down and pulled on of the straps off her shoulder and nipped your teeth along her soft skin.
“Fuck,” Kate pressed her head against the wall, her hips pushing down against the strap in your dress pants. You grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it down as far as you possibly could, feeling Kate put her arms down so she could slip them out of her dress. You pushed the fabric around her waist and one of your hands gripped at her chest, running your thumb across her nipple and kissed at the pulse in her neck. “D-Don’t think I…I like you now…”
“Don’t mistake me fucking you for me liking you either, Bishop,” You scowled, teeth biting down briefly against her neck and making her buck forward against your hips. Continuing to play with Kate’s soft breasts, you held her up simply with your own body and the strength of her legs around your waist in order to fully feel her in your hands. “You’re still a spoiled brat that needs a severe attitude adjustment.”
“Yeah?” Kate taunted, pulling hard enough on your hair that you had no choice but to lift your head up and meet her gaze. “Hope your dick is the adjustment you’re talking about.”
A low sigh of arousal left your throat as you reached down between both of you and pressed your fingertips against her. Kate gasped, fingers shaking for a second as you found her cunt and began to rub at her clit overtop of her panties almost immediately.
“Oh wow,” You teased, wearing a grin that made her pissed off and horny at the same time. “Fucking soaked for me, Bishop.”
“Shut up, you secret—ohfuck…” Kate couldn’t finish her words. You cut her off when you yanked her panties to the side and slowly began to push one of your thick fingers inside of her dripping cunt. Her nails bit into the fabric of your suit and you breathed slowly, almost like this was just another day for you.
“I am your mother’s assistant. I am important. Without me, your company will fucking drown, Bishop… I’m no secretary,” You pushed her up on the wall a bit more and Kate stared into your eyes, almost like she was trying to challenge you with eye contact. “You’ll address me with respect when I’m knuckle deep inside of your pussy. Understand me?”
Kate was about to voice her thoughts, and then you added another finger. Kate immediately gasped, her eyes going back in her head as you chuckled and pressed soft little kisses across her neck. The Bishop girl felt like she was completely at your mercy, feeling you push her panties away every few seconds to keep them off your area of work.
After moving them for at least the sixth time, you were getting very angry. “Oh, fuck this.” Kate let out an embarrassingly loud whine as you removed your finger from her cunt, tucking it into the crotch of her panties, and pulled. The sound of the fabric snapping against your strength was a whole new reason for her to be aroused, but then she realized that you ripped off her underwear.
“Are you kidding—” Kate glared at you. “You know I’ve only got one of those, right?”
“Your dress is long,” You teased, reaching with your other hand and pushing the waist of your pants around your hips. Very quickly, you wiggled out and rested the pants around your upper thighs, just low enough to pull the strap-on free from its confinement. “It’ll hide your stretched out pussy just fine.”
“W-Wait, wait,” You saw her start shaking with slight fear but ultimately, she just wanted to look into your eyes when you pushed forward, lining your deep purple strap with her cunt. You promised to go slow, holding her thighs with both hands and watching the strap slowly disappear inside of her cunt. You stopped halfway when Kate whimpered and grabbed your shoulders harder than you expected. “Fuck… Ohmyg…. Nnnnn…”
“Hey… hey Bishop, look—” You saw her throw her head back and almost give herself a concussion before you grabbed at her face and made her look down. “Kate, look at me.”
Kate gasped, eyes widening as she looked down into your eyes and felt her face turned a deep crimson at your words… It was the first time you had ever said her first name. She wanted to hear you say it again.
“Again,” Kate begged, her fingers trembling as she looked down at your cock and slowly rolled her hips a little bit. “P-please… say it again.”
You smirked. “What? Say what again?” You pressed your chest against hers and she whined at the feeling of your soft dress suit rubbing on her poor sensitive nipples. You kissed over her neck and began to slowly move yourself against her, hips giving short and slow thrusts against her. “Want me to call you by your name again?”
“Please!” Kate begged. “M’s-sorry! Y-you’re not a s-secretary… You’re i-important, I just… Oh please just…” The sound that escaped her was so loud that you needed to keep her quiet or you both would get caught. You pressed your lips against hers as fast as possible, swallowing her moans down and slowly picking up speed.
“Kate,” You moaned against her mouth, dragging out another beautiful sound from the archer. Her fingers fisted in the front of your suit jacket, and she began to try and push it off of you. She felt you smile against her lips and began taking the jacket off your shoulders. Kate started to unbutton the front of your shirt, all while you kept a gentle speed of thrusting your silicone cock into her warm cunt. “Yeah? You want my clothes off too?”
“Shut up,” Kate huffed, finally getting the last button of your shirt undone and shoving that down over your shoulders as well. It gathered in a heap on the floor as you sighed and allowed Kate to do what she wanted to this time. Her hands ran along the sides of your defined arms, and she dug her nails into the muscles on your shoulders, losing her breath for a second as she felt you speed up.
“Still got an attitude?” You said. “L-Let’s get rid of that, huh?”
“Harder,” Kate begged, grabbing at your face and panting against your mouth. “Harder please… fuck me like you mean it!”
“With pleasure, Kate Bishop.”
You had clearly been holding back. Your hands gripped her hips, and you pushed her against the wall a bit harder. Your muscles flexed as you kept her off the ground and reangled yourself just right to slam the entirety of your strap inside her pussy.
The archer grabbed at your biceps, gaping at you with wide eyes and heart pounding behind her ribs. The strap stretched her out perfectly, and you were moving in the most wonderful way that she almost forgot why she actually hated you.
This is what Kate had been wanting ever since she met you. A few times she had dreamed of using a strap on you as well, but this was what most of her fantasies consisted of. You drag her into a secluded corner of the HQ office and fuck her senseless. But she wasn’t going to admit that out loud any time soon. For now, this was just a hot accident.
“Fuck, listen to yourself,” You taunted, leaning forward and whispering down against her neck. Kate wrapped her arms around your neck and pushed her entire face into your shoulder, trying to stifle her cries of pleasure with every thrust into her pretty pussy. “Whining so pretty for me, little brat… Sound like such a little slut—”
“N-Not a b-b-brat,” Kate hiccupped against your skin, breathing you in and admiring how your tits bounced in the confinement of your black laced bra. It looked so gorgeous against the muscles in your chest and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching down and undoing the hooks on your back.
You pulled the fabric off your body and dropped it on the floor next to you, still holding Kate up off the floor with all your strength working overtime. It was clear that this wasn’t exactly difficult for you… Like you’ve done this many times before.
Kate spoke as best as she could, gasping and yelping as you began to use her own body weight to fill her at a new angle, lifting her off your strap and dropping her back down. Kate was practically riding you now, and she was loving every single fucking second of it.
“H-How ma-many girls in the office h..have you d-done this with?” Kate tried not to sound jealous.
You chuckled, leaning up and kissing her jaw. “Why? You hope you’re the first?”
Kate could tell you were masking how much you liked this. You tried not to sound winded, nor did you try to show the pleasure this was bringing you, but it was obvious with how you were holding her. Kate was having a serious effect on you, and she was basking in not only you fucking her, but also this long awaited attention from you.
“Let’s just say,” You said, lifting her chin up and looking into her eyes. Kate whimpered as you rolled your hips at just the right angle and the strap bumped against her clit, making her see stars behind her eyes. Kate whined pathetically. “You… are the prettiest girl I’ve ever fucked in a closet before.”
That told her nothing, but with what you were doing? Kate was beyond caring.
The archer grabbed at your hair and bit down on your shoulder, keeping her sounds contained as you split her open. The way your hips moved just right to hit her deepest spots… The way that you managed to bring friction to her clit when you moved just perfectly, how you were holding her so tight and aggressively, how your tits were pressed against her own, basking in the warmth and solidness of your body… She wasn’t gonna last long.
“OhGOD… Ohfuck I’m gonna… nnnnn…”
“Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock, Katie?” You taunted, much to her pleasure. Kate nodded, her body shivering against yours as you pulled back enough to see into her eyes. They were watering, rolling back in her head, and her eyelids were struggling to stay open.
You noticed all of the little changes to her demeanor. Her fingers flexed against your hair, and you felt the muscles in her legs tense up as she held you closer and began to grind against your cock to try and give more friction to her clit. You got the message and slowly licked your fingers before sliding your hand between both of your bodies.
“Oh baby, you’re real sensitive, aren’t you?” Kate nodded, biting her lip and looking so desperate to reach her high. You wanted to see her cum so bad. When your fingers pressed against her clit and began to rub at it as fast as possible, Kate had to cover her mouth with one of her hands to hold in her moans. “You like when I rub your clit like that? Like when I touch you like this, Katie?”
Kate’s brows pulled down as she pressed her back into the wall and you got to watch your strap pump into her pussy, making you shiver with pleasure. It looked so pretty and so fucking messy… You wanted to taste her so bad. The archer whined, tears filling her vision as she begged, hand muffling her words. “Please don’t stop… pleaaaaase, m’so fucking close…”
You readjusted your angle once again, spreading your legs apart a little more and grabbing at her waist, slamming the cock so hard inside of Kate that you worried you may end up bruising her.
But those thoughts were put to rest when you saw what Kate looked like as she came on you. Her entire back arched and she rolled her eyes back in her head, slapping her other hand over her mouth and shaking against your tight hold. Her body hit the wall and she bucked her hips down against your strap, taking you in as deep as humanly possible before she collapsed on your chest.
Your thrusts began to slow as you tried to calm your own heavy breathing. Very slowly, you turned around and pressed your back to the wall, sliding down the surface and sitting on the broom closet floor with Kate in your lap, strap still buried deep inside of her.
You could feel Kate’s heart against your own, listening to her heavy, harsh breathing and the way your soft touches sent her shivering against you. For some reason, you were acting sweet with her… Kate half expected for you to drop her to the floor and walk off the second she was finished, but you were sitting on the floor with her in your arms, holding her and whispering sweet things into her ear as she came down from her high.
“Did so good f’me, Katie… So proud, sweet girl…” You praised, kissing her neck and nuzzling against her.
Kate huffed, pushing herself back a little more just so she could look down into your eyes, her own dilated and wild from her orgasm and the adrenaline racing through her body.
“I don’t… get it…” Kate breathed through heavy inhales. “Y-You’re being s..so nice… Why do you hate me so much?”
You frowned and hid your face in her chest. Something Kate was not expecting. “You’re off-limits, Kate… You are my boss’s daughter. You are forbidden… I shouldn’t even be alone with you, let alone making you cream all over my dick.”
“I didn’t—” Kate whined when you grabbed her ass and rolled her hips against your lap, feeling the tip of your strap touch her deepest sweet spot and her toes curled up. “Okay, okay fine! I did! B-But why act like you—”
“If you hated me… I could pretend like I didn’t like you,” You admitted, shame written all over your features. “I didn’t want to admit shit I knew wouldn’t happen.”
Kate frowned, pushing your bangs out of your face and running her fingers across your jaw. “And now?”
You snorted. “Never been too good at seeing into the future, Katie…”
A moment of comfortable silence passed between the both of you as you glanced down at your watch and saw that a whole hour had passed within the supply closet. But the party was still going on and it seemed that no one noticed the two of you were missing. You grinned.
“We’ve still got time, miss Bishop,” You leaned back a little and teased her, gently lifting your hips up and making her bounce on your lap. Kate pushed her hands against your chest and gasped but couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Let’s see if you ride as well as you shoot.”
“Oh, game on.”
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lover - Oscar Piastri
Words: 2,958 Summary: Press and fans find out during the Australian GP that Oscar isn’t single, in fact he is married. The more troubling part is the rest of the grid finding that out as well. Note(s)/Warning(s): Some drivers aren’t portrayed greatly in this, not because I don’t love them, but because they're a bit dumb and stupid. Some interesting thoughts about Lando and Max and Mclaren and Red Bull. Some angst. Logan is protective of Oscar and Oscar’s wife (his self proclaimed little sister). Slight NSFW at the end. Once again stating that I love all the drivers mentioned and written in this fic. (If anyone is interested in knowing more about my thoughts on the whole Lando, Mclaren, Max, Red Bull thing, send me an ask.)
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“Hey, Apples.” Oscar greets when he picks up the phone. “Os,” He frowns, stopping in his steps, ignoring how Lando is trying to wave him over for something. “What’s wrong?” She sighs, “You know how I said I wouldn’t get lost?” He breathes a sigh of relief that it's nothing serious, smiling again. “Lando’s trying to get my attention for something, but I’ll text Logan to get you. That okay?” “Yeah. I’ve missed our American boy.” Oscar scoffs, “you’ve missed him. I’ve had to deal with him.” She laughs, “Uh huh. I’ll let you go, but have fun talking to Lando. I’ll see you later, Os.” “Later, Apples.”
Ending the call, he quickly messages Logan. The message brief and he’s not surprised when the American driver sends back quickly a simple thumbs up.
“What’s up, Lando?” He asks, when he finally gets close enough to his teammate. “You’re married?” Oscar blinks at the British driver. This is what Lando had been waving him over for? Something he already knew. “Yeah. Have been.” His eyebrows press together. “Are you alright? Hit your head or something?” “No!” Lando shrieks, making him jump back. “You’re married. When did that happen?”
His shriek and loud words catch a few other drivers' attention and before Oscar can process it, he has Charles, George, Checo, Mick, and Lance also surrounding him, asking him if he’s really married.
The repeated question has him blinking widely, wondering if there’s something in the air that’s making them all have memory loss.
“Yes, I’m married. Why are you guys acting like this is new news?” “Non.” Charles says, eyes wide. “You can’t be married. You are a baby. Younger than Arthur.” He rolls his eyes at the words. “Fuck off, mate. I’m not a baby.” Charles pouts. “But you are so young to be married.” Oscar’s nose wrinkles at the words, lips pressing together. “Right.” He nods, holding back what he wants to say. “I don't know what to tell you guys. I’m married and I thought you guys knew.” George scoffs, “none of us had any idea. And twitter is going crazy, mate.” “What do you mean twitter? I’ve been married since I was eighteen. This isn’t a new thing.” “Eighteen!” Oscar nearly throws his hands in the air. “How did not one of you know? It’s public knowledge. Like all marriages.” He doesn’t mention the fact that he has definitely mentioned his wife in infront of all the drivers, they all obviously had trouble listening. Lando flushes, “I mean, you don’t really talk about yourself. So, I guess it just never got brought up?” He offers, though it feels a little weak and Lando can’t help but wonder if Oscar had mentioned it but he had just thought that it was a joke or had been tuning him out because it wasn’t team or race related.
“Late congratulations then Oscar. She is here, no?” Checo says. Oscar smiles at the older driver. It had felt odd that he had joined the rest of them, but it was clear he had joined because of the mention of another driver having a wife. They were few and far between. “Yeah, first race weekend this season.” “Give her my congratulations as well.” “I will.” He tells the older driver, watching as he leaves before turning his attention back to the other five.
“I’m private, but I’m not that private, you guys.” He says, and before one of them can say anything an American voice is speaking up from behind him. “Private about what?”
Logan eyes the five drivers surrounding Oscar, nearly cornering him. The girl next to him breath catches a little at the sight and he squeezes her a bit closer before dropping his arm from around her shoulder.
“Everything alright?” He asks, no one having answered his previous question. Oscar turns his head to throw him a grateful look before completely turning around seeing the girl beside him, a smile blooming across his face. “Logan find you okay?” He can see from the corner of his eye, her nod shyly, fidgeting under the stares of five complete strangers and Logan gives the girl he considers a little sister a light push to Oscar. Knowing that they’ll both feel better with some contact.
Logan turns his head to face her when she gives a light tug to his shirt and he easily tilts his head a little downwards to receive the kiss on the cheek she gives as silent thanks, trying not to smirk at the wide eyed looks the other drivers are giving him. He turns his head back to face them, when she joins Oscar, the youngest driver on the grid, easily wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, though keeping her slightly tucked behind him.
“No one knew I was married.” Oscar tells him, answering his question from before. Logan’s eyebrows furrow. “What? It’s public knowledge.” He shrugs, “twitter is apparently going nuts. No one knew.” He then nods his head towards the five drivers in front of them. “Including other drivers.” He scoffs, “that’s a joke right?” None of them say anything and Logan can feel a simmer of anger starting in his gut. “Seriously. I’ve heard him mention her when all the drivers were around. Mark made a joke at the first race about him being married.”
No one of them say anything to that and Logan can feel his eyes narrow seeing Lando and George exchange a quick look.
It wasn’t necessarily surprising to hear that people on twitter were freaking out about it. It wasn’t something that first came up when you searched Oscar Piastri. But for not one of the drivers to know? Especially after hearing Oscar mention her? Mark make a joke about it? It rubbed him the wrong way.
He wondered if it was because when they all did a quick google on Oscar nothing about him being married came up. A combination of money buying a little privacy, though not enough to bury or hide a public marriage, and how private Oscar was as a person. He didn’t like talking about himself, was a little hard to make friends with unless effort was really put in or you were around him often enough. He also doubted that any of the drivers had really tried to get to know him due to the whole McLaren thing and the Alpine drama of last year. They only knew so much about Logan because everything was online about him, a problem with too much money, and he was willing to play into the whole about himself American persona.
It also makes him wonder if Oscar had been lying when he said that Lando and him were getting along. It was still early days, but for Lando not to know that Oscar was married? It spelled something that Logan didn’t like and the thought of Max not being the only teammate killer crosses his mind before he can stop it and he shakes his head. It was far too early for that and unfair to both Max and Lando. They weren’t the true issues or at least at the moment in Logan’s eyes Max wasn’t, their teams were.
Logan shakes his head at the silence from the other drivers still. He didn’t know what to say. Other than he wanted to tell them all to get their ears fucking checked. But he holds his tongue.
“Well now you guys know.” He tells them after another moment of silence. “This is Y/N, Oscar’s wife. And you already know all these guys.” She nods, giving them a small wave that Lance and Mick return before quickly walking away with quiet apologies. “You are a baby as well.” Charles says, eyes widening right after, clearly not having meant to say that. She looks at Oscar and then Logan. “I thought you guys said that Arthur was worse than him.” Logan laughs at the way Charles looks offended, mouth open in shock. “Charles has his moments.” Feeling a slight tug to his hoodie, Oscar gives a nod to his teammate and the other two drivers. “We have to get going. Talk to you tomorrow.” He tells them, before stepping away, knowing that Logan is following just barely not on their heels.
Logan and her both hang outside of the McLaren headquarters for the weekend, waiting for Oscar to come back from a quick talk with his race engineer.
“Lando.” She begins and she can feel Logan’s full attention on her. “Do I need to worry?” “Everyone likes him. He’s likable.” He tells her, trying to ignore what she’s getting at. Doesn’t want to think about the thought that popped into his head barely fifteen minutes ago. “Logan,” Her voice is a little harsh. “Do I need to worry about Oscar being teammates with him? We all saw what happened with Daniel at least with what the media said. And I’m grateful that McLaren gave Oscar one of his dreams. But do I need to worry that they will ruin him for Lando?” He can’t make his eyes meet hers, can’t when he can’t give her a sure answer. “I don’t know. Lando to McLaren is like Charles to Ferrari nearly, just not as predestined, I guess.” The words are sour sounding. “He still has good relationships with Daniel and Carlos.” “Max is called a teammate killer and he’s got a great relationship with Daniel. A fair one with Alex according to your texts. And we all know that it’s not him, but Red Bull that’s the killer.” He can’t help but glance around despite their whispers, wincing as she repeats his thought from earlier of Lando being perceived as a teammate killer. This really wasn’t the place to have this conversation, but he understood her need for some sort of answer. “I don’t know.” He repeats. “It’s still early. I want to say that McLaren will be fair to Oscar and treat him well, won’t treat him like a second class driver, but after them breaking a contract with Daniel.” He swallows harshly. “I don’t know.” And he hates that.
Getting into Formula 1, getting the chance that nearly all drivers dreamed of but only some got was supposed to be fun. Sure there was always going to be pressure and stress, but no one had warned him about the politics of it all.
“Okay,” she tells him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug and he can’t help but rest his head on her shoulder. Letting her bear his weight for a moment. “It’ll be okay Logan. And thank you.” “Of course.” He mumbles. And suddenly there’s another set of arms wrapping around him and her. He only doesn’t move or lift his head because he knows those arms and there’s an Australian accent in his ears.
“You alright, Logan?” He lifts his head to nod, not wanting to hurt her. “Yeah, just stress.” He squeezes them both a little tighter. “Can say that again.” Logan smirks, beginning to open his mouth but then a finger is poking between his ribs and he’s jumping out of the hug, rubbing at the spot with a pout. “Hey!” She shakes her head at him, pressing closer to Oscar as he presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Don’t get cheeky. You still coming to dinner with us?” Logan scoffs, “Of course. I’m not missing out on seeing Nicole and Chris.” “My parents will be there as well.” Logan throws his hands in the air, starting to walk backwards. “Why are we still here then?”
“Still missed him?” Oscar asks her as they start to follow him. She laughs at the dry but teasing tone. “Of course. He’s a great older brother.” “He is, isn’t he?” He has a put on suffering face, but there’s a fondness in his eyes as he looks ahead to where Logan is. “He is.”
“Is everything alright?” He asks, slowing their pace a bit more. She hesitates. “We’ll talk about it after dinner, but it should be.” His brows furrow at the response and he can’t help but squeeze her closer. “Are you okay?” “I’m all good, Os. Just worrying.” “Promise?” “Promise.”
“You’re worried.” He brings up nearly five hours later as they soak in the bath together, her back to his chest, his fingers interlaced, hands resting on her stomach and her hands resting on top of his. He can feel her breathing stutter and his heart clenches inside of his chest at the reaction. She had always been a bit of a worrier. He wasn’t exactly sure where she got it from, no siblings to inherit the trait from and her parents were fairly laid back. But this seemed different, more serious. “I had some thoughts about McLaren. I needed to talk to Logan about them. He had some of the same ones.” “Like?” She pauses, lips pressing together for a moment. “McLaren gave you your dream.” “One of my dreams.” He corrects her, picking up her left hand and pressing a kiss to her ring finger. Her wedding band and ring sitting on the bathroom counter instead of being where they belong. “One of your dreams.” She corrects. “They clearly favor Lando.” His hand and hers settling back where they were. “Lando’s an experienced driver, Apples.” he lets out a small laugh. “It’s only my first season. I’m a rookie.” “Oscar,” she turns slightly to look at him. “Daniel was a more experienced driver. He even got them their first win in how many years and look what they did to him?” He winces at the reminder. It would always slightly haunt him that the only reason he had a seat at McLaren is because they tossed Daniel like trash practically. Didn’t sit right with him and suddenly the solemness on her and Logan’s faces earlier made sense. “You two think they’ll do the same to me?” “I think that as long as Lando gives them some sort of positive result he’ll always be their number one. Even if you perform better.” He swallows at the words, because fuck it was looking like that wasn’t it?
Lando was a great driver, amazing, Oscar was thrilled to get to be his teammate and learn from him. But Daniel had pulled results from the McLaren, even if he hadn’t gotten as much as Lando did from it last season. It made no sense to get rid of an experienced driver or push him aside for a younger driver that would have years more left on the grid. And as he sits thinking about it, he’s reminded of how much last season McLaren put Lando first over Daniel, despite Daniel having a better chance or opportunity. Remembers some of the races he attended seeing Daniel’s frustrated, tired face as he got out of the car.
“You think Lando’s going to get called a teammate killer?” He knew her mind, knew it wasn’t a far stretch considering how Carlos was perceived at Ferrari and how Daniel wasn’t even racing this season. “I think that if people are willing to call Max one when Red Bull is clearly the problem, it’s a miracle that he hasn’t been called it already.” “Fuck.” He whispers, dropping his head to rest it on her shoulder. “I’m sorry.” She whispers and he lifts his head back up. “Don’t. We’re a team. This would have driven you mad keeping it to yourself.” It was a lot, but he was thankful it was being brought up now. Gave him more time. And god he’d have to bring it up with Mark. He could only imagine that the man would want to talk to her. Mark had always appreciated her thoughts and knew that they were a team. He didn’t just bring things to him, but to her as well.
“Charles doesn’t like me, I think.” Oscar can’t help but laugh. The tension that had filled the bathroom, leaving. “You did say that he was worse than Arthur.” “In that moment he was.” She defends and he presses a kiss to her cheek, still laughing. “Once he gets over being told he’s worse than Arthur, he’ll like you just fine.” “Think so?” “Know so.” He corrects. “Not many people dislike you, Apples.” “But you like me best.” She says, smiling. “Like you best and love you best. Love you so much.” He murmurs before pressing a series of kisses to her cheek making her giggle and then squealing when he manhandles her until she’s facing him, straddling him.
“Hi, Apples.” She beams at him and he can’t help but swallow at the brightness of her eyes. “Hi, Os.” “You ready for bed?” She lets out a little hum, wiggling her hips and his hands grasp at her waist, the lust that had started to simmer inside of him when he had turned her around growing at the pressure against his dick. “You have a race tomorrow.” “Is that a no?” “We haven’t had sex during a race weekend in over a year now. Don’t want you to be tired tomorrow.” “I’ll be alright.” He tells her, pressing her down a bit and can see the way her eyes dilate at the feeling of him growing hard underneath her. “Might even make me place higher.” “Well, only if you think it’ll make you place higher.” She teases and he can’t help but lean forward and kiss her.
She sighs into it, pressing closer to him, chests touching as he bites gently at her lip. “I’ve missed you.” She breathes when they separate, her eyes on the slight flushed face of her husband. “I’ve missed you too.”
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dxstopiaa · 11 months
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Could I request dom albedo , alhaitham or dottore with submissive nervous and sensitive puppy hybrid gn reader ^-^ honestly just a cute little pathetic mutt <3
characters: dom! character x gn! hybrid! reader warnings: degradation, mentions of heat, aphrodisiac, bondage. [this is very VERY far from my usual writing style and preferences but…first time for everything? i hope it’s to your expectations anon! i tried.. \(^ヮ^)/]
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⊹ Albedo most definitely vows to investigate every inch of you— who’s so sexually aroused all the time, as if you were held in the locked grasp of a permanent rut.
⊹ His expression is cold as ever, pulling your limbs into all sorts of exposing positions and yet he still remains with that distant look. That is, until he sees it fit to inject you with all sorts of alchemical substances.
⊹ Within minutes you’re already whimpering, making a mess of your bare groin, nipples perky and hypersensitive to even the briefest of touches. Don’t fret too much— a responsible alchemist always has a antidote at hand. Not that he’ll end up using it.
⊹ Cry and whine as much as you’d like, for Albedo continues to stroke your erogenous areas, he’s most fond of your ears, droopy and downcast from the momentary neglect.
⊹ He’ll finally sink you down onto his cock when he becomes too hard to hear himself, muttering how desperate and immature you truly were. You can’t do anything but slouch your pathetic, little self against his shoulder as he fucks you for the chase of his own release.
⊹ Abandon the idea of finishing alongside him, before you know it your boyfriend will pull out and retrieve his clipboard for his observations without giving you a chance to cum. Consider it punishment for your slutty behaviour. It’s harsh or nothing at all, believe me, he’s doing you a favour.
“You’re so warm, is it the aphrodisiac or just the effect i have on you? Never mind, I wouldn’t want to worry your diminutive brain.”
alhaitham
⊹ He’s all you’ve been thinking of since that dream. A cynical scholar who wouldn’t give a care to anyone else, you’re an exception it seems. You’re always so clingy, latching onto his bicep with your tail swinging excitedly when he doesn’t retaliate.
⊹ Alhaitham— the man who’s making you sit in his lap, shoving an erotic novel he caught you reading earlier into your hands. Someone needs to tell you how to control your sex drive, he thinks. His large, calloused hands stroke gentle ministrations along your crotch, watching you lose your words.
⊹ An anxious, stuttering mess you were. The whole situation sprouted the idea of grinding against his thighs, so much so that concentration had been discarded long ago. You’re trying your hardest.
⊹ He’s shaming you at this point, sarcasm and mockery dripping with every word that fell out of his filthy mouth. Well-versed in vocabulary, even more so with sex. You can’t even say a complete sentence. How piteous.
⊹ Now it seems you’ve pushed him along further, he’s reenacting what you’ve read so far, a meagre amount. If you can’t say it, you can’t have it. You emit broken sobs as he taunts his dick at your hole, yet makes no move. You attempt to push him in with your hips yet that only earns a tug to your nipples.
⊹ Your ears perk up with every half thrust he finally initiates, the scandalous sound of your thighs hitting his lap desperately. Alhaitham thinks it’s adorable, you’re so out of touch with your own emotions he has to fuck them back into your body.
⊹ You find yourself covering your face with embarrassment at the shameful names he calls you, tugging on your tail when you don’t respond to him on whether you like them or not. Poor thing, you’re just forced to say yes!
“You want what? Sorry, i can’t hear you with all this whimpering, read louder, little puppy.”
dottore
⊹ A mere test subject you were, but Dottore finds himself playing favourites. You’re just so cute, the first to please and do as he asks. It’s almost like you’re begging him to fuck you on display. Of course, he’ll do just that.
⊹ The Doctor adores making a fool out of a doll like you, purposely making you suck his thick cock infront of the other subjects, rubbing your ears and relishing in the downright sinful moans it coaxes out of you, vibrating all along his dick.
⊹ He will strip you naked, crimson eyes scrutinising your perfect figure for anything to tease you about. If he finds none, Dottore’s bound to leave bruised lovebites on your inner neck.
⊹ If you dare to flinch the slightest at his degrading remarks, the harbinger will command you to sit on his lap as he lightly pulls your tail and spanks your plush ass, a desirable role model of obedience for the other prisoners, but now he thinks he’ll keep you for himself.
⊹ You’re his private slut at this point, you reside in his office curled up on his bed. Whenever you feel like your heat is approaching, Dottore will already have your legs spread wide on the sheets.
⊹ Thicker wires of rope and metal rubbed over your skin, keeping you hostage in the doctor’s merciless grasp. You’d never know what he’d like to try on you next.
“Are you that desperate? Do all bitches like you not know how to control themselves? Hah!”
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Villain: Sidekick, who's knocking so violently on the door?
Sidekick: Um...Hero.
Villain: What? Hero? My Hero?
Sidekick: Well if it's not it's a terribly good impression
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friendly-alien-fucker · 2 months
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Being with an ooman brought forth a good number of oddities, most of which they adored.
You were different from them, in terms of looks, yes, but also in terms of culture. And as they whiped away the liquid streaming from your eyes they realized once again how different you were in terms of morals as well.
"I'm a monster!" you sobbed, your voice frantic and shaky, and they took you into their arms on instinct at the sound.
"You're overreacting." They attempted to console you, which didn't quite work as intended they came to realize as you slapped their chest.
"I killed it! The poor little fella... they already have such a short lifespan..."
Seeing you in so much pain over the death of a being that didn't even have a conscience, they wondered how you managed to think of them as anything other than a monster. With their walls of proudly displayed trophies.
Some of them had only half your life expectancy, some lived longer than them. Some even had family.
"Fella?" they instead focused on consoling you through your strange breakdown "what makes you so sure it was male?"
You gasped, your eyes suddenly wide in horror "I didnt even think of that! What if it was female? What if it was expecting? What if I just killed an entire bloodline??!"
Though they were apparently not very good at it.
Unsure on what to do or say, they simply continued to hold you, the purring that they've subconsciously started to do getting louder.
"If it brings you any comfort", they began quietly as they heard your sobbing come to a slow stop "its unlikely it felt any pain, being the size that it was."
"It does," you mumbled, only parting from them shortly to whipe at your face "thank you."
They simply nodded.
How your species managed to become your planets apex predators remained a mystery to them.
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omgeto · 6 months
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best friend!gojo who acts super cool and nonchalant when you’re around others, but his stomach forms knots of nervousness on the inside, when he’s just around you.
“what are you doing?” your say, your voice merely above a whisper as you feel your head being turned to face your best friend, distracting your attention from the movie being played.
gojo pauses, and you can practically hear him gulp as his fingers still, holding your chin. but his internal voice (which is actually the voice of geto) tells him to just do it, and he does. he pulls you into a kiss that is so soft and slow you practically crumble in his hold, you didn’t know what spurred his actions but you knew that they felt right.
as you finally pull away from each other your lips plump, your breath laboured, he smiles. “I’ve been wanting to do that for the longest time”
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villain-enthusiast · 15 days
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Hi Hello!! Would you please continue the snippet of villain finding hero dying? A lot of whump and caretaking would be great! (By the way.. just wanted to say this...I love your work!!)
so glad u enjoyed! hope this is also to your liking ☺️
part one
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The hero came to with a start.
They shifted, groaning as their stiff muscles and joints ached. But they noticed that their body was comfortable, sinking into a soft mattress and swaddled in thick blankets—
Wait, what?
They blinked several times as fragmented memories flashed through their head, The blinding pain of the stab wound. Their broken comms. Blood, too much blood. They were going to die without help…
The villain. The villain finding them in the alleyway, gathering them up in their arms—
“You’re awake.”
The hero jolted, head whipping to the bedside, where the villain had apparently stood up from the chair behind them.
How long had they been waiting there?
They moved to prop themselves up, but the villain’s hands were immediately on their shoulders, gently urging them back down onto the stupidly comfortable bed.
“Don’t move too much. You’ll break the stitches,” the villain warned. They pulled the blanket covering the hero’s torso away to examine the bandages wrapped around their side.
It was then the hero realized that they had been scrubbed clean and given a new pair of sweatpants, every cut and scratch from their recent altercation carefully dressed.
Their eyes met the villain’s in silent questioning.
You did all this for me?
“I swear I didn’t look,” the villain blurted suddenly. “When I was bathing and changing you. I didn’t—.” They cut themselves off awkwardly, cheeks a little pink.
Oh, that’s not… Despite themselves, the hero smiled, or what they could attempt as a smile. Their jaw was incredibly sore from being socked twice in one day.
They opened their mouth to speak, to tell the villain that it was fine and that what they really meant was thank you—
The villain shushed them. “You have some bruising on your neck. It’ll hurt to talk. You should just rest.”
The hero scowled at them. “I—,” they attempted, and immediately regretted their choice as their swollen throat flared up.
The villain gave them a "told you so" look, and the hero leveled another glare at them.
It suddenly occurred to the hero how helpless they were. Can't move, can't speak. If the villain wanted to kill them, now would be the chance. Luring them into a false sense of security, giving them one last taste of comfort before—
“I just saved your fucking life. Stop looking at me like that.”
The hero frowned. Like what? they mouthed.
“Like you think I’m gonna kill you or something. I can be a half-decent person sometimes, y’know," the villain said. Their expression softened. “I’m not a monster.”
The villain's gaze flickered with something the hero couldn't quite place as they watched each other in comfortable silence. It was an understanding, in that moment, that the villain was not going to kill them, and that they had meant everything they said and more.
I couldn’t just leave you to die in that alleyway.
The villain sighed and turned to leave the room. Panic shot through the hero—they needed to say something to the villain, damn their throat—and before they could think twice about it, they reached out and took the villain’s hand in their own. Rough calluses from what was likely decades of training scraped against their palm.
The villain stared at them, but they didn’t pull away. Their fingers wrapped gently around the hero’s, cautious. Expectant.
“Thank you,” the hero croaked, “for saving me.”
The villain was silent for several heartbeats, watching the hero with those dark—so beautifully dark—eyes.
They took a breath, as if readying themselves for whatever they were going to say. “You mean too much to me," they finally said, voice low. "I'm not ready to let you go." Their hand lingered on the hero's, as if to seal their statement, to make a promise and keep it.
Then they released their hold, and the hero wished they could tell them to stay—that they wanted them to stay—but the villain was already closing the door behind them, and fatigue overtook them before they could process anything else.
When the hero awoke the next morning, the villain was nowhere to be found. But in the chair by their bedside, they found a fresh set of clothes, a cup of water, and a note:
Be back soon. - Villain
And though their jaw still ached, the hero smiled, fully and wholly.
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etoiile · 4 months
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MYSTERY MAN
starring itoshi rin!
synopsis: you decide to go watch rin's football practice for the first time, much to his delight. his teammates struggle to figure out who you are and what you've done to their usually very grumpy rin.
requested by @checkoutmyflow! i hope i did your rq justice ^^
notes: first time completing a request! sorry for the wait >.< ALSO this is gn!reader :)
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admittedly, you weren't much of a football fan, even though your boyfriend was a professional college player. you didn't really understand the sport, as you hadn't played it since second grade gym class, but for some reason, you had decided that today, on this sunny tuesday afternoon, you were going to drop by rin's practice alongside a football-for-dummies book to watch and hopefully learn a little about the sport he was so enamored with.
it would appear that they were in the middle of a practice match, as his teammates and him were wearing different colored pennies, and there was someone keeping score on a whiteboard.
you sat down on the bleachers quietly, not wanting to distract anyone from the game. your eyes scanned the field quickly, almost instantly finding rin's unique dark green hair. you tried your best to keep up with what was happening, quickly flipping through your book whenever someone did something cool to try and find it, but it proved to be quite difficult, and you found yourself very confused at the sport's intricacies.
despite your lack of understanding, the one thing you could observe and comprehend was how alive rin looked whilst playing. he was sweating, shit-talking, and scrambling around the field non-stop, clearly very tired, but his eyes had a certain glimmer to them that you didn't get to see often, and he moved around the field with immaculate grace and precision. you watched as he skillfully maneuvered around the field and how he seemed to be able to calculate exactly where his opponent would go. you didn't have to understand the sport to know that this field was a place where itoshi rin shined like no other.
rin took hold of the ball and began dashing across the field with it, his shiny hair blowing behind him. his eyes began darting around the field, his brain taking in and calculating every factor necessary to victory.
his brain certainly didn't expect to see you, his lovely s/o who knows nothing about football, sitting on the bleachers.
your eyes made contact for a brief moment before rin tripped over his own feet and flew forward, making literally everybody on the field stop what they were doing.
a brief moment of silence washed over the field before laughter soon took its place, his teammates jogging over to him asking if he was ok, and what the hell just happened as they howled in mirth.
he grumbled some excuse with red cheeks as he looked away, clearly very mortified. his coach decided to call a break, seeing as everyone had already stopped playing, and he grabbed his water before practically sprinting over to you.
"y/n," he breathed as he came to a stop in front of you, puffing a little from fatigue. "you're here."
you giggled. "hi, rin. i thought i should come watch one of your practices. i want to get to know all the aspects of your life, after all."
he leaned in closer to you to brush his hand against yours as you two chatted a bit. anyone could see the way his eyes softened as you spoke and how his shoulders relaxed at your every move. anyone even being his pretty-damn-stupid team.
in the distance, bachira, isagi, chigiri, nagi, and reo murmured amongst themselves, wondering about who you were - the mystery person mr. im-better-than-you-and-grumpy-all-the-time rin looked so happy to see.
"his sibling, maybe?"
"nah, i'm pretty sure sae is his only sibling."
"oh! what about his parent, then?"
"dude, do you have eyes? way too hot to be a parent."
"his lover, maybe?"
there were a solid 5 seconds of silence before they burst out into laughter once more.
"get out. itoshi rin, an s/o? no way in hell, dude."
"i doubt he could even keep anyone for more than a month. they'd get tired of his attitude real quick and leave just as fast."
"rin-chan probably isn't capable of loving anyone, after all."
despite their adamant denial of your relationship with rin, they could all notice rin's demeanor. he looked happier, more at ease, gentler, kinder, and overall, he looked like a normal person. who were you, and what had you done to their rin?
coach blew his whistle, and they watched as you gestured for him to get back with his team. they then watched with their jaws on the floor as he, itoshi rin, POUTED and SWEETLY PLANTED A KISS on your forehead before jogging off.
they all exchanged looks of pure shock as rin jogged back to them.
they all gave him a shocked look as he raised a brow.
"...what?"
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alhaitham's breath hits your cheek with every rise and setting of his chest. he's fast asleep, arm wound tightly around your waist pulling you close to him—like this, you're unable to wriggle out of his grip. (not that you want to. not when it's one of the few times you're awake before he is.)
you lift a warm hand to his cheek, caress the soft skin there and lean forward to place a gentle kiss. he looks peaceful like this, your haithoomi. your hayi. it's different—how his face relaxes when he's asleep. it's not like your haitham is expressive but there is a difference. he is not concentrating right now, instead blissfully off to dreamland where he does not think; learn; or ruminate.
your thumb smooths over his left brow and gives him one last kiss on the cheek before waking him up. the birds have yet to begin their chirping and the streets have not started their bustling, but it is dawn.
"haitham," you call softly. when he does not rouse immediately, you cup his face and lean your head on his. "haithoomi."
then he wakes, lids fluttering and eyes bleary; his first sight you. in a voice deep with sleep, he says your name in turn.
"happy birthday."
his brows knit, then a hand is on your jaw; his thumb caresses the skin there. "...have you woken me up just to greet me?"
perhaps it's the way he's said it because you laugh.
your haitham says your name in a low tone, "we have all day later."
(right, oh, right. alhaitham's taken the day off to celebrate with you his first birthday since being with you.)
"i know," you say, voice warm. "but i wanted to get a headstart."
and your haitham breathes out a sigh. for moments there is silence. he continues to caress your jaw, bright green eyes boring into yours.
his staring is suffocating. it forces you to run your mouth, cheeky while saying, "i bet it's your first time being woken up to be greeted happy birthday, right?"
he makes a noncommittal noise; a hum. you chuckle, "i just want your firsts, hayi."
"do you now?" your comment brings him alive. your haithoomi looks awake.
"of course i do," you stress. your arms then wrap around him, pulling him close to your being. "every couple milestone should be celebrated."
your haitham moves forward and kisses your forehead. "there is plenty of time to celebrate it later," he says, "it's too early. go back to sleep, joonam."
so you do. (you don't miss that he's not refused you wanting his firsts. it keeps you awake and causes you to feign sleep.
luckily for you, you don't know alhaitham does the same. just a small shift in position will let you know his heart is beating rapidly in his chest, as a small smile curls his lips.
i just want your firsts, hayi, it plays round and round in his mind. even when the sunlight cascades into the bedroom from the windows, it never once leaves him.
alhaitham finds himself wanting the same.)
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harbingersglory · 2 months
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Hello, could I have transfem Signora x fem!reader smut? Any scenario is fine, just need dom Signora railing me 😩
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{☆} characters la signora {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, dom la signora, transfem la signora {☆} warnings 18+ content, restraints, temperature play, face fucking, degradation, pet play
There's a moment of silence that lingers for far too long, the cold nipping at your exposed skin until you feel shivers wrack your body. You squirm instinctively, seeking out the fading warmth of the thick furs laid out beneath you, yet finding nothing but the cold that chills you to your bones. You can't even see, your eyes covered by black fabric, silk tying your arms together behind your back.
It's almost torturous waiting like this. Your knees sink further into the fur as you lean your weight forward slightly, exhaling a shaky breath. You begin to wonder if Signora left you there– maybe you'd annoyed her earlier and she was punishing you. You hoped not. She wasn't known for being lenient when it came to punishments.
But the brush of her fingers along your jawline squashed that fear, your breath hitching as her thumb glided over your throat, the heat of her skin making you shudder. The contrast of the cold room, of your freezing body, to the unnatural heat that simmers beneath her skin is immense– your knees would have definitely buckled if you hadn't been kneeling already.
"Did you think I'd left you here all alone? You're shaking like a dog." The soft, biting lilt was nothing more than a murmur, but for you it was impossible not to hear the pleased tone beneath the roughness of her voice. Your heart leaps into your throat when her fingers trace back up along your jawline, lifting your head and tilting it back just enough to be uncomfortable.
You open your mouth to speak, but your words are silenced by her thumb slipping past your lips instead– you don't fight back, even though the sudden intrusion catches you off guard enough you almost bite her finger instead. You almost consider doing it anyway, but she's so rarely in a good mood it feels rude to spoil it.
"Pets don't speak until they're told," She chides, pressing down on your tongue slightly and laughing at the way you almost choke in surprise. "And I don't remember giving you permission."
You can only manage a garbled whine in response, your face burning in embarrassment– but it's quickly silenced by the click of her tongue and the creak of the old chair you know sits by the fireplace, her thumb sliding out between your lips to drag you closer. Close enough to feel the rush of heat across your skin as your cheek is pressed against her thigh, her hands resting on the back of your head. You can't see it, but you sure can imagine the smug smile that must be tugging at her lips right about now.
"Let's see about fixing your little disobedient streak, darling." She murmurs, digging her nails into your scalp and tugging you even closer, the furs beneath you doing little to prevent the ache in your knees from kneeling. But you don't complain– you know what she wants, and you want it too. "Open."
Like the dog she seems so fond of treating you as, you listen– you're not as surprised this time when her fingers fill your mouth, forcing it open even further until you can feel the saliva collecting and dribbling down your chin. She doesn't seem to mind, even laughing at how pitiful you probably look, drooling all over her fingers.
But Signora is a hard woman to satisfy, and this will hardly do anything other then work her up enough to really break you in. You can just barely hear the rustle of fabric over your heartbeat, gloved hands tugging you closer and forcing you to press right up against the edge of the chair. It's almost uncomfortable, the way the chair presses against your chest, but she always has you teetering on that fine edge.
"Perhaps you can be trained after all." Signora's voice is like a balm, the heat of her body driving away the cold and urging you impossibly closer, until you feel her hand guide you down just as her fingers slip out of your mouth again– right up until you feel her cock against your cheek. "Show me that you can be obedient, mutt, and maybe I'll let you sit on my lap."
You know she's just dangling a treat just out of reach, but you can't help but reach for it anyway.
Your tongue drags across the underside of her cock, so slow you can hear the hiss that rattles in her chest halfway between pleasure and impatience. You take your time anyway, lingering until you reach the tip and press a kiss against it. You almost wish you could see her face, but she's never been fond of expressing anything outwardly when you can see it– just the idea of her brows furrowed, of her face flush and her lip caught between her teeth..it's enough.
It's not hard to imagine it anyway when the heat grows hotter, nearly turning the room into an oven before she catches herself. You aren't stupid enough to mention it, but your smile must be enough, because a low growl makes you shiver– so you drag your tongue from the base to the tip again, revel in the way it throbs beneath your tongue. For a moment you almost have something like control, your saliva dripping down her aching cock as you lap at it like a mutt.
But you're both growing impatient– the sharp click of her nails against the chairs arms makes you shudder, urging you to lift yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around the head with a muffled groan. You consider dragging it out just a moment longer, just to see if you can get her to whine, but she knows you better then you do– before you can even blink, her hand shoves you down. You, predictably, gag. Your throat burns from the stretch, but it's not unpleasant, eased by the pleasured hiss that tumbles from her lips. Signora at least has the mercy to let you get used to it for a moment before she drags you back up, the emptiness in your throat making you whine before she's shoving her cock back down your throat. Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your own sounds of pleasure muffled and garbled as she does it again– and again.
"Finally quiet, mutt?" She laughs, but it's strained– her voice quivers slightly as she fucks your throat like your nothing but a toy to her, drool dribbling down your chin and tears staining the blindfold. "If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I'd have done it a long time ago."
You so badly want to do something, but with your hands tied behind your back and her fucking your face so rough, so fast, you can barely even think..there's not much you can do but let her, your cunt clenching around nothing. You really hope she wasn't lying about that reward, for once. You're practically dripping on her floor while she uses you, just barely able to squeeze your thighs together for a fraction of friction.
It only serves to make you more desperate, though.
"Fuck– or maybe you're too stupid to know better. You'd just let any pretty woman with a cock use you," Her breathing was getting heavier, more strained, but her grip on your hair didn't relent. Neither did the harsh thrust of her hips, her cock constantly hammering into your throat until you felt dizzy. "You're lucky I'm even willing to train a mutt like you."
Your mind starts to feel fuzzy, the words blending together until she digs her nails into your scalp and forces you down again– and keeps you there. You nearly gag again when you feel her shudder, her cock throbbing in your mouth as her cum spills down your throat, your hands straining against the silk binding them together. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nostrils flaring and your body tensing– you don't even realize you'd briefly lost consciousness until your find yourself on her lap, rather then on your knees, her hands brushing the strands of hair stuck to your face with sweat out of your eyes.
It's the most gentle she's been all night– and likely as gently as she will be tonight. You lean into her touch anyway, groaning softly and shuddering at the taste of her on your tongue mixed with her cock throbbing against your thigh.
"I'm not done yet, darling. Did you think I'd let you get away with a little light training?" She laughs, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss that's far too gentle to your cheek, the warmth of her body almost suffocating– but you welcome it, like you always do.
So you nod, smiling drowsily and spreading your legs like a good pet should.
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