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reminiscingtonight · 9 days

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Call Ups

Millie Turner x Reader

Word Count: 1k

[WOSO Masterlist]

It’s quiet when she gets home.

Millie hadn’t wanted to go out. But a combination of her sudden lack of necessities and your pestering had her driving to the nearby store minutes after she returned home from London. You hadn’t even let her in the house, simply scooping her bag off her shoulder before ushering her out. Millie would have been more offended if she hadn’t really needed to take the trip. Leave it to the girls to finish up the last of her shampoo after the game today, leaving Millie scrambling to replenish her stash before driving out to St. George’s in two day’s time.

The call up took her off guard. Leah obviously sat out the match against United earlier today, but Millie hadn’t known the severity of her injury or the caution that would be exuded until Sarina called when the bus was already on the way back to Manchester.

Millie’s nose twitches, the familiar smell of her favorite meal wafting towards her. She toes off her shoes, taking a pit stop to throw the bottle into her bag before making her way towards the dining room.

The entire time Millie’s expecting you to jump out a corner, congratulate her, kiss her, or really anything at all. But the house is suspiciously quiet and you’re nowhere to be seen.

When she rounds the corner, however, it’s a whole different story.

She doesn’t even get to take two steps into the dining room.

“Congratulations!”

You’re beaming, smiling cheek to cheek, party hat sat slightly askew on your head. In your hand is a tiny cupcake, a crudely frosted football drawn on top. Behind you Millie can see the full course meal you’ve prepared for her, everything so thoughtful and pure down to the candles on the table and the roses set in the middle.

It’s clear you’ve been preparing this since Millie texted you about her sudden call up.

You always do your best to attend her games, but it’s beyond ridiculous for her to expect you to drop everything to travel three hours just to watch her play. She didn’t even entertain the idea, sweetly kissing away the frown on your face when you had tried to work out the logistics of rushing after your morning shift to the game last night when you guys were in bed. It took a bit of convincing, but you finally agreed to just watching her on the TV this afternoon.

There’s no mistaking the warm feeling that spreads in her chest at the effort you’ve gone through to make her call up special.

“You’re a goof. You didn’t have to do this.” Millie plucks the cupcake out of your hand, swiping her finger through the frosting to get a tiny taste of the sugar.

You roll your eyes, ignoring the urge to tell her off for being so unsanitary. “It’s not every day your superstar girlfriend gets called up to represent the country’s football team.”

“I’m probably not even going to play. I’m only going because they need someone to replace Leah.”

“Don’t say that,” you scold.

When Millie continues to avoid your eyes you sigh. Taking a step closer to her, you take the cupcake right out of her hands, placing it down on the table before pulling Millie’s face between both of your hands.

“You are an exceptional football player.”

“I’m not that good.”

“Repeat after me.”

Millie pulls a face.

“Repeat after me,” you say again, raising an eyebrow up in challenge.

It’s clear that she’s not getting out of this until she does as you say. You can be stubborn when you put your mind to something. Millie sighs. “Fine.”

It’s cute the way your face instantly lights up when she agrees.

“You are an exceptional football player. You’ve worked hard. You deserve this call up.”

Millie flushes red, mouth awkwardly flattening at your words of praise.

“Millie,” you huff. “Say it.”

“I’m an exceptional football player,” she mutters, avoiding all eye contact. Millie winces when you poke her cheek when she fails to continue.

“I’ve worked hard.”

“And?” you prompt, turning Millie to face you again when she attempts to get out of your grip.

She sighs, knowing you’re not going to give up until she does as you ask. “I deserve this call up.”

“Yes you do.” Grinning, you reward her by pecking lightly at her lips.

Millie can’t help but smile when you pull away. You always seem to have this sort of effect on her.

“My girlfriend’s a kickass football player who’s going to wow everyone at camp. You’re going to show Sarina exactly why you deserve to be called up every international break.”

“Stop,” Millie whines, blushing again at your compliments.

You wave away her embarrassment, simply ushering her into her seat instead.

It isn’t until later that night, after the meal has been finished, after you’ve properly congratulated your girlfriend that you give her your second surprise.

You’re busy getting comfortable in Millie’s arms when you suddenly raise your head.

Millie instantly notices the mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Babe, I’m a professional athlete and all that but I don’t think I could go for another round.”

You roll your eyes, taking advantage of her exposed skin to pinch at her side. Millie squirms but she can’t quite break out of your hold.

“Get your head out of the gutter, Turner.”

“I can tell you’re scheming!” she defends.

“If by scheming you mean graciously changing my flights, then you’d be correct.”

Millie blinks, mouth suddenly running dry. “You… what?”

The two of you had planned to go somewhere nice and sunny over the international break, making use of her time off during the season. Obviously that was no longer going to happen with her set to wear the Lionesses crest in the coming days. But you couldn’t possibly mean…

You give her a sly smirk. “I heard Spain’s nice this time of year. And I do happen to have the next two weeks off.”

You’re not able to stop the squeal that escapes your mouth when Millie engulfs you in the tightest hug she can give.

#millie turner x reader #millie turner imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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mrdrwrites · 4 months

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Pairings: Felix Catton x fem!reader

Summary: you and Felix hate eachother but have to work together at a dog salon owned by your best friend Oliver. one day Oliver is sick of the two of you arguing and causing scenes in the workplace so locks you both in his office where you and Felix get a little more than friendly.

CW: NSFW, minors DNI, sex, blowjob, praise, bad language, rough-ish sex

WC: 1.9k

warning: i am dyslexic so don't expect all words to be spelled correctly, also i don't autocapitalise my words most of the time

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The day started as it usually did, Oliver drove to Felix’s house to pick him up, much to my disdain, and we all went to work. Today though, things were different. I felt different. More irritable.

‘Felix what the fuck!’ I screeched, looking at the purple maltese in front of me.

It had been two hours since work started and already Felix had fucked up.

‘What's wrong y/n?’ he questions coming from the other side of the room.

‘I asked you to do one thing,’ i put up a finger, ‘one singular thing and you cant even do that,’

He furrows his brows, ‘ I did as you said.’

‘No Felix. You didn't. You dyed the dog fucking purple,’ i point to the maltese wrapped in a towel, her tongue out of her mouth as she pants.

‘I did not,’ he challenges, ‘ I put the purple shampoo in, like you asked.’

‘No Felix. You really didn't,’ he is so stupid, ‘you put temporary dye on her coat. Not the shampoo.’

‘It's not my fault there were two bottles that looked practically the same on the end of the bathing station,’ he leans toward Brandy, the maltese, as if inspecting her for himself.

‘Yes it is,’ I roll my eyes, ‘read next time.’ I'm still yelling.

‘Oh shut it y/n,’ he rolls his eyes, turning to me now, ‘I'm sure you've done something like this before.’

‘No Felix i haven't, because believe it or not,’ i lean closer to his face, ‘i can actually read’

I see Oliver in my peripheral vision coming to Felix and i.

‘You two. My office. Now,’ Oliver states flatly, most likely tired of out yelling.

He is pissed. Without checking if Felix is following me I turn and stomp into Oliver’s office, arms crossed over my chest. Soon enough Felix joins me and I give him a pointed look, squinting and giving him a grimace. Behind us, the door slams shut. Locking from the outside. I rush over to the door and try wiggling the handle for it to open but it doesn't move.

‘You two aren't coming out of there til you figure out your differences. I am tired of you being hostile with each other,’ Oliver shouts through the locked door of his office.

I pound on the door begging Oliver to let us out but I hear his footsteps move further from the door. Sighing, I turn so my back is against the wood and slide down. Felix’s eyes follow me down, shortly following me sitting on the floor.

‘This is all your fault, i direct my anger towards the man across from me.

My knees are against my chest, skirt tight on my thighs. Felix quirks his head to the side looking from my legs to my face, a small smirk playing on his lips.

‘What?’ I question impatiently.

He shakes his head, raking his eyes down my legs once more. I huff and lean my head back. Oliver could have at least put music on or something so we aren't bored. No way in hell am I making up with Felix Catton. Not a chance.

‘y/n,’ I hear his voice, strained, unusual.

I look over, his eyes seem darker almost dangerous.

‘What?’ I question again, his eyes still trained on my legs.

Instead of answering he moves closer to me, so that he could reach out and touch me if he really wanted to.

‘What have you got on under your skirt?’ he questions, i drop my legs immediately, face blushing.

I ignore his question but his hands reach for my legs, pushing them back up to my chest. The pencil skirt doesn't budge as my legs move, still strained over my thighs. This certain pencil skirt is so tight any underwear could be seen through so I decided, in a rush to get changed, to not wear any at all. I'm still looking at Felix, his hands are still on my legs and his pupils are dilating. I can see the hunger in his eyes. My thighs clench together on instinct of being watched with such intent.

‘Can I touch you?’ his voice is barely above a whisper, eyes shooting up to my own, a need in them that I have never seen before.

I nod slowly, his eyes still trained on mine, ‘use your words y/n,’ he leans closer, ‘tell me i can touch you,’ his hand had dropped from my legs a moment ago but i can still feel the icy hot sensation as if they were still there.

‘Please,’ my breath hitches, ‘please touch me Felix.’

In an instant his hands are on my knees, parting them steadily. I feel my heartbeat quicken when he lets out a breath at the sight of me exposed.

‘You're so pretty y/n,’ he compliments, trailing his fingertips from my knee down my thigh.

He stops just as he gets to the place I need him most, making me let out a strained noise. At this moment i couldnt care less that this was Felix Catton touching me, i just needed him. His other hand, still on my knee, moves so it is on my jaw, his thumb rubbing over my bottom lip. The hand on my thigh moves further, his eyes on mine as he makes contact with my clit. I let out a breath when he begins moving in slow circular motions. As my mouth opens he takes the opportunity and puts his index and middle finger in my mouth.

‘Suck baby,’ he murmurs, still grazing his thumb over my clit in lazy circles.

I obey and begin coating his two fingers in saliva, sucking them like he had told me to. A moment later he is satisfied and trails the wet digits down my body til they are at my entrance. He lifts a brow, indirectly asking me for permission.

‘Please Felix,’ I beg, ‘I need you.’

I can practically feel how wet i am, ive never wanted a man to fuck me more than i want Felix Catton to fuck me right now. He moves the thumb from my clit and replaces it with his wet index finger, dragging it down to where I need him. He slowly inserts the finger and curls it when pulling out, brushing against my g-spot. I cry out in ecstasy. He adds his other finger, skillfully dragging them in and out of me. His thumb is back on my clit teasing me in a way that drives me crazy.

‘You're doing so well y/n,’ he praises, ‘you sound so good baby.’

My head is drawn back against the door, back arched and hands gripping at the hard floor. He picks up the pace, leaning down to capture my clit in his mouth. He sucks hard, tongue running over the sensitive bundle of nerves after a few seconds.

‘Fuck Felix i need more,’ i can feel him smirk against my wet cunt, ‘please,’ i beg.

He lifts his head and leans close to me, his lips wet, and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and it makes me want him so much more. The fingers inside me had been taken out and were now on either side of me, his stained pants brushing up against me. The friction was driving me insane, I pushed my hips towards the obvious bulge and grind against it. He moans against my mouth which spurs me to push further into him.

He pulls back, ‘you're killing me y/n,’ he states, out of breath., ‘tell me what you want.’

I bite my lip, suddenly self conscious, ‘you know what i want Felix,’ i look at him through my lashes, face flushed.

He leans closer, I can feel his hot breath on my face, ‘I do,’ he smirks, ‘but I want to hear you say it baby. I'm not going to touch you again until you do.’

My face heats up even more, the ache stirring between my legs getting harder and harder to handle. Felix sits back on his knees, face expectant.

"Come on baby, I know you can do it,’ he coaxes, hand reaching back out to stroke up and down one of my spread legs.

‘Fuck me Felix,’ i speak up after a moment, squeezing me eyes shut ‘please.’

He grins and begins to stand, pulling me up with him. He guides me towards the desk pressed up against the wall, backing me up on it til I have no choice but to sit on the edge. He's between my legs, hard dick strained against his grey sweatpants. My hands move to the waistband and one slips inside, my eyes lock with his and he urges me on with a nod. His black briefs are in view when I manoeuvre his pants away from his hips. He groans when I pull his briefs down and his dick is exposed to the cool air of the office. My cunt throbs in anticipation, many scenarios coming to light in my head. It seems my hands have a mind of their own when they begin working on his erection, they run up and down the almost seven inches of him. His head falls back when I lean forward and lick from the base to the tip, engulfing him in my mouth and swirling my tongue when I get back to the head. I hollow out my cheeks and begin sucking him as he lets out noises and words of praise. I take almost three quarters of him in my mouth before my eyes well up with tears and I begin to gag.

‘Fuck baby, youre doing so well,’ he moans out, ‘such a good girl.’

Heat pools in my lower stomach and my pussy gets impossibly wetter. I take his hard dick from my mouth with a pop, ‘fuck me Felix, i need you.’

He leans me back so I am propped up on my arms and spreads my legs further with his arms, hooking them around his waist. I feel him poke against my dripping cunt and I let out a shudder of bliss.

‘You ready?’ he questions, dragging himself along my pussy.

‘Yes,’ I replied almost instantly, the neediness of my voice coming out strongly.

He lines himself up and pushes inside of me slowly, allowing me to get used to his size. I let out a loud moan and shot up, putting both arms around his neck and dragging him down to my level. He mutters praises in my ear as he eases into me. After I adjust he pulls himself out slowly and pushes back in, setting a steady rhythm. My hands reach into his hair and I tug at it. His pace gradually speeds up, a finger back on my clit pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

‘Faster Felix, fuck, please go faster,’ im needy and he knows it.

He speeds up his thrusts and I feel like I'm going to combust at any moment. I feel the familiar feeling of an orgasm looming in the pit of my stomach, my moans become louder and I'm gripping onto Felix as hard as I can, absolutely losing myself.

‘Felix, I'm going to cum,’ I moan into his neck, his cock still driving hard and fast in my cunt and his finger still toying with my clit.

‘Come on baby,’ he coaxes, ‘cum for me.’

That is all it takes for me to finish all over him, calling out his name. He follows soon after, his thrusts becoming sloppier as my pussy clenches around his thick cock. He cums in me and only pulls out when both of our breathing steadies. I make eye contact with him and the only rational thought in my mind is to kiss him, and that is exactly what I do.

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AN: i specifically wrote this for my best friend @lovandr 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

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writinginfinite · 11 months

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we've been caught. you might as well post it.

Despite rumors among reporters, Lewis was a master of the art of concealment. It took nearly a year before you and Lewis confided in your closest friends that you two were in a relationship. Lewis yearned to show the world the woman he loved but respected your boundaries. You knew stepping into the spotlight would forever change your life and the lives of your loved ones. Protecting them was your priority. You were slowly coming around to the idea of a “soft launch” but didn’t tell Lewis because you knew he’d hop on the idea instantly. When you would feel comfortable enough to reveal yourselves remained unknown, as you cherished the balance between secrecy and love.

There was something about taking down your braids in the late-night hours that just felt right to you. Perhaps it was the hushed stillness of what surrounded you that finally allowed you to relax, even though doing your hair felt like a challenge. Or it was because you kept putting it off throughout the day and finally accepted you had to stop procrastinating. You mostly rationalized with yourself that it was the former. After laying out a few of the things you needed to take down your braid, you took a look at your surroundings, taking in it all. This bathroom wasn’t what you were used to at all. You gazed at your reflection in the grand mirror, lost in thoughts of the past month:

Moving from your tiny apartment into Lewis' penthouse was a significant change, and despite his reassurances, it was challenging to fully embrace this place as your own. Figuring out where your things belonged and adjusting to Lewis' particular preferences was a daunting task. Lewis claimed to be okay with the changes. You understood the deep attachment he had to his home. There was a challenge now in finding a harmonious blend of your styles and creating a sanctuary that reflected your two’s shared love.

Lewis' groggy voice brought you back to reality. "Why are you still awake, love?" Lewis got home earlier in the morning after a long week. All you wanted to do was let him sleep. You tried to tiptoe around the house and quietly open and close cabinets, but now it seems like you weren’t as cautious as you thought. "I'm sorry for waking you. I was looking for more shampoo and conditioner," you apologized. You pointed towards the two bottles resting upside down on the countertop. You were trying to get as much product out as possible since you were running low.

"Oh, about that," Lewis apologetically admitted. "I used up most of it before I left. It completely slipped my mind that I needed to buy you more." For a split moment, you had a feeling of annoyance, but it was short-lived. You appreciated the little things about Lewis. His willingness to admit when he made mistakes or forgot something - a quality you weren’t used to in previous partners. Lewis sensed your frustration. "We could go get some right now," he suggested, but you quickly dismissed the idea. "Lewis, it's late, and there aren't many places open around here. Besides, you need to get some sleep. It’s the deliriousness talking," you reasoned, once again opening up the unfamiliar bathroom cabinets, as if bottles were magically going to appear.

Turning back around, you found yourself again alone in the bathroom. You made your way through the long hallways of the home, reaching your shared bedroom. You walked in to see Lewis wearing sweatpants, throwing a hoodie over his head. When Lewis noticed you were in the room, he tossed one of his sweatshirts in your direction, which you barely caught on time. "Where are you going?”

"We're going to Target," Lewis responded. "Apparently, there's one just a five-minute walk from here, and it closes in an hour and a half." His statement struck you, and a soft chuckle escaped your lips. Your boyfriend lived here for years and just discovered Target. You’ve visited that location a few times since moving in with him. This was just another reminder of the two different worlds you both lived in. Lewis thought he said something wrong, and questioned, "What's so funny?" You shook your head and replied, "Nothing, Lewis. Look, we can go in the morning, it's fine. You don't have to go through all this trouble."

"Nope," Lewis insisted with a mischievous smile. "We're going because I know how this will play out. You won't start your hair tomorrow morning, but you'll wait around all day. Then you'll end up letting the '30-minute' conditioner sit overnight, wasting another day. Tell me I'm wrong, sweetie?"

You rolled your eyes because you knew he was right. His persistence won. “Fine. Um, pass me a pair of sweatpants from my dresser and a hat,” you said while slipping Lewis’ sweatshirt over your head. This time, Lewis handed you your clothing. He placed a kiss on your forehead and remarked, “I know you better than yourself. I’ll be downstairs waiting. Also, the short braids look good on you.” After throwing on your sweatpants, you walked into the master bathroom and straight to the mirror. Lewis’ words about short braids rang in your head. Maybe I can throw some rubber bands on the end? I did cut the braids kind of straight, so I can get away for another week.

“Are you almost ready? We have like an hour before they close,” Lewis called out. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed but took it as a sign to not act on that idea.

"I can't believe we're going on a late-night Target run. We can just go back, it's not that big of a deal, Lewis," you attempted to persuade him, standing near the elevator. Lewis, rolling his eyes, responded, "You just don't want to take the elevator this late at night." He then grabbed your waist, pressing the button to bring the elevator up to your floor. He wasn't wrong, as he knew about your hatred for elevators. You would always opt for stairs, no matter how many flights there were. Muttering something under your breath, you clung onto Lewis, as the elevator doors closed. It was a sweet moment and you wanted to capture it. You took a photo of you two in the elevator mirror. The timing was perfect, just as the elevator stopped on the lobby floor. "Please send that to me," Lewis asked as soon as the doors opened.

After finding the hair products and a few other unnecessary items, you and Lewis reached the self-checkout. You made him bag the items, and you casually asked, "When was the last time you went to Target?" Lewis shook his head, holding back a laugh. "What do you think?" he replied, aware of your teasing. Just as you were about to pay with cash, Lewis stopped you. "What are doing? Don’t even think about it," Lewis said as he pulled out a credit card. “No, don’t let me pay with cash. You know stores can pull the name on credit cards, right? I’m probably being paranoid, but let me this time.” Realizing your reasoning was valid, Lewis quickly put his card away. "I'm treating you to dinner tomorrow. Don't even argue," he said. You laughed as the receipt printed out. "Ready?" Lewis asked, grabbing the bags and taking your hand.

"I think that was Lewis Hamilton," a stranger's voice said as you and Lewis made your way toward the exits.

Worries filled your mind, and you wanted to look up to Lewis for help, but you refrained from it. You feared any reaction would confirm their suspicion. "Just keep walking," Lewis whispered, tightening his grip on your hand. Neither of you spoke on the walk back to your house. You were concerned about being found out and didn’t want Lewis to know, but you were sure he felt the same way.

Silent in the elevator, you clung to Lewis, feeling his grip tighten ever so slightly. You glanced up and caught him gazing at the earlier photo. Breaking the silence, you acknowledged what had just happened. "We've been caught. You might as well post it." Lewis looked down at you, trying to read your face for any hesitation. "Wait, huh? Are you sure? It’s not delirious talk?" He questioned what you just told him. You shook your head, yes, trying not to laugh at his reaction.

Lewis looked over the photo multiple times, ensuring that no trace of your face or any identifiable features were visible. He continued to respect your boundaries and wanted you to keep as much anonymity as possible. Lewis posed one final question, ensuring this is what you wanted. Without hesitation, you clicked the "Add to Story" button as your answer, just as the elevator doors opened. “I love you so much,” Lewis said as you two stepped off of the elevator. “I love you more than you'll ever understand, Lewis.”

author's notes: second one shot i've written. i took a small snippet i got from a request and made this. 1.4K words and it's not proofread.

(im working on imagine part x. sorry it taking forever. hopefully this kinda makes up for it)

previous one shot: what did i get myself into with you?

#lewis hamilton x black reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton fanfiction #lewis hamilton imagines #lewis hamilton fanfics #black fanfiction #writinginfinite types #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton oneshot #lewis hamilton blurb #writinginfinite writes oneshots #lewis hamilton fluff

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greatstormcat · 7 months

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Rumours

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x f!reader

NSFW 18+, MDNI, angst to smut

Summary: your boyfriend Gaz returns from a long mission and challenges you about a rumour he heard while away

“Hey, why am I hearing about you getting asked out while I was gone?” Gaz blurts out as he pulls you by the arm into a private treatment room of the Medical Bay. You gasp in shock and look up into his face seeing a deep frown behind dirt and exhaustion.

“What… well hello and nice to see you too,” you snap in reply when you steady yourself from being dragged through the door unexpectedly. You look him up and down quickly, looking for any signs of injury with a nurse’s eye but also noticing he is still wearing his combat gear meaning he has come straight here just to ask this.

“I.. sorry… hi love,” he stammers but the frown doesn’t shift. You’ve not seen him in weeks, and this is how your boyfriend announces his return. Anger builds inside you, replacing the worry and fear you’ve carried all the while he was away.

“You’re a bloody dickhead if you think that’s the first thing you say to me when you get back!” You hiss, poking him in the chest with a finger angrily. Your emotions run riot, too many days of bottling things up so you could carry on with your work now let loose after seeing him and hearing an accusation fall from his lips in place of an actual greeting.

“Whoa, hold on love, easy,” he says holding up his hands in a conciliatory gesture, his eyes brows raised in surprise.

“Don’t give me that! I’ve been worried sick about you, and that the first thing you say to me?” Tears stings your eyes but your anger stays firm. “Yes I was asked out by some new recruit, and I turned him down. Didn’t that information get to you?”

He lowers his hands, his expression shifting to a look of guilt. “No,” he concedes.

“Probably should have thought about that before accusing me of cheating then,” you grit out, a sob escapes your throat then.

“Ah shit, I’m sorry love. I didn’t mean… fuck.. come here,” he pulls you against his chest and holds you. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You relent and wrap your arms around his waist, sobbing into his tac vest as he soothes you with his deep, velvety voice. He kisses your forehead a few times, then the side of your face tenderly. His hands rub you back through your thin scrubs, his lips moving to your neck and becoming more intense as he breaths in the smell of your shampoo. His hands slide to your hips and squeeze gently, then pull you against him making you gasp. You lift your head slightly and he uses his nose to nudge your face into a position to get to your mouth. He kisses your lips softly but then something in him snaps, and he is kisses you feverishly.

His tongue forces its way into your mouth and his hands are now grasping at you. You return the kiss with equal passion, all anger and worry forgotten as he is here with you now. Without thought he pushes you back against the door, stripping away his tac vest and dropping it to the ground. Hot and intense lips crush against yours. You have the sense to reach across and turn the lock on the door.

A moment later he drops to his knees, his hand slipping down your sides and cup your backside and he presses his face against your crotch, a muffled moan reaching you. This is the only warning you get before he rips down the legs of your scrubs with your underwear, and pushes his open mouth against your pussy. His tongue slides between your folds and flicks at your clit, causing your legs to tremble violently.

“Fucking hell, Kyle,” you groan and rest your hands on his shoulders. He shoves your legs wider and pushes his tongue deeper, dipping into your cunt, and you whimper at the sensation.

You hear voices behind the door, and bite your lip trying to contain your wanton moans as he tongue fucks you, every now and then pulling back to flick at you clit. There is a rustle of belt and zipper as Gaz frees his cock, and begins to slowly stroke his length as he devours you.

Your orgasm nears, and he can feel the tension building in you. Gaz stands up, drawing a small whimper from you as he pulls away, but you soon realise his plan. With one hand behind your knee he lifts your leg, hooking it around his hip as he lines his cock up with your aching entrance. He watches your face intently as he slowly pushes in, supporting your body with his hands on your hips.

“Fuck, missed this feeling,” he moans, voice even deeper now. He leans past you and braces one hand on the doorframe and starts thrusting into you. He is slow at first trying to make the feeling last, but his need is too great and he is soon fucking himself into your cunt like a man possessed. You grab his shoulders holding on tightly, burying your face into his neck to stifle your cries.

“That’s it love… fuck… that’s it…” he whispers hoarsely into your ear, wet sounds echoing around the room. “Need to feel you cum baby,” his whispers over and over as you orgasm buildings. When it hits you, the leg holding you up buckles and he grabs your ass to hold you up. You clench every muscle, biting onto his shoulder through his shirt which pushes him over the edge and he fills you with his own release cursing softly.

After a moment of heavy breathing, Gaz kisses your cheek and nuzzles against your skin. “I missed you, babe. I’m sorry about what I said, it’s just the thought of losing you…” he shakes his head.

“Apology accepted, don’t worry about it. I’m glad you are back safe,” you whisper in reply as he helps you clean up and fix you scrubs again.

“And… uh, sorry for dragging you in here like that,” he grins, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly like he didn’t just fuck you thoroughly in your workplace. “I should go before Price comes looking for me.”

“Yeah, I’ve got work to do too. I will see you later,” you smile, and kiss him before unlocking the door and slipping out, hoping no one heard the two of you.

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sebastiansallcw · 1 year

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May I request an Ominis x reader amoretentia piece? I’ve seen sooo many for Sebastian, and while they’re all amazing, I would love to see some fluffy, maybe flustered Ominis!

warnings: none!

Y/N carefully stirred the potion in front of her, following the instructions of Professor Sharp to a tee. His voice rang in her head anytime she stood over the cauldron, a shortcut always leads to shortcomings. Y/N adored Potions class, with all its intricacies and challenges. Amortentia. The most powerful love potion in existence–crafted by a bunch of students, Y/N couldn’t see what would go wrong. Students whispered about how the room became fragrant as steam rose from each cauldron, pearl sheen liquid, in characteristic spirals.

Y/N stood beside Ominis, her eyes flickering over to his cauldron every few moments. Professor Sharp suggested to Ominis that studying with Y/N would improve his skills vastly–so one day after class, he approached her. Y/N sweetly replied, willing to help him out. He never noticed how her voice sounded before, he never paid much attention to her throughout his years at Hogwarts.

Just another student.

As the two began meeting to help study for Potions, it turned into hanging out. They ditched the library and would go on walks to collect supplies for next class ingredients. Ominis always stood cautiously at the edge of water as Y/N would collect leeches and tongues from dead toads. Yet, he always ended up running away when she began to chase him with it, autumn leaves crunching beneath their shoes.

Moments spent in the Undercroft, lighting candles to give Y/N more light to read her book. She read the book aloud to Ominis, who began to admire her voice.

In class, Y/N would make sure he gathered the proper ingredients and measurements before crafting. Maybe it was an excuse to feel her hands brush over his or to feel her warmth beside him, as she reached over for a bottle. Last week, Ominis almost created the most putrid odor from adding too many troll bogeys.

Ominis began to appreciate Y/N, more than just a tutor.

“Now, it appears no one has crafted the potion correctly; however, I brewed my own for this very reason.” Professor Sharp announced, his eyes scanning over each cauldron. Y/N sighed at the cauldron in front of her, her cauldron lacking the spiral steam.

“I assure you, Y/N, you most definitely brewed the closest potion to Amorentina in this class.” Ominis leaned over, whispering to her. She smiled, nodding her head.

“Thanks, Ominis.” He knew how much effort she applied towards this class.

“Y/N, let’s begin with you since you seem to have something important to say.” Professor Sharp eyes landed on her.

Ominis wondered what she would smell. The two developed a friendship, but not enough to talk about feelings. He knew some fond childhood memories, while she listened to him ramble about his friendship with Sebastian and Anne.

Whoever she would smell would be deemed lucky.

He heard her footsteps walk towards the professor’s cauldron. “And what do you smell?”

She leaned over, sniffing the potion. It took several wafts before any scent struck her. “I believe I smell…Blown out candles,” She thought for several more moments, “Perhaps autumn leaves and…like a lake.” Y/N pulled away.

Ominis felt his cheeks heat as she spoke. It did not take much of him to put together that they spent moments like those together. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, a sudden rush of warmth washing over him.

Other students shared what they smelt, parchment, rain–he wondered what he would actually smell. The professor called Ominis forward, wafting the smell of the potion towards him.

“I smell dark chocolate,” He announced, his mind flickering to her sharing chocolates with him any time they sat down in the library. “Plums,” The smell of her shampoo, the rich sweet aroma that instantly made him aware she was coming near him. “And…pumpkin.” All she would drink is pumpkin juice. He could hear her lick her lips after several sips.

Poppy nudged Y/N as Ominis spoke, her cheeks red.

Something about admiring Y/N felt like opening a window, letting light into his life. Everything felt better, each day. The warmth, getting kissed by the sunlight he never once felt before her. Ominis sucked in his breath–after class, this would be it.

As they walked out of class together and to the Undercroft, Ominis decided to take a chance. His heart beating rapidly, afraid it might pump out of his chest, his hands grew sweaty. She had her arm linked with his, something they began doing shortly after tutoring. He loved the warmth.

His mind raked with ideas of how to ask her for a date. Too early for Yule ball, there’s always Hogsmeade, even take her to Feldcroft with Sebastian and they can bask in the meadow. Anne always mentioned how beautiful the flowers get. Perhaps Sirona would have an idea of what romance meant, but how would Ominis even convey how he felt about Y/N?

"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice trembling slightly.

Y/N turned to look at him, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it?"

"I know we've been spending a lot of time together, and I just–” “Ominis, did you smell me in the potion?” She interrupted.

“Perhaps–yes,” His voice was shaky. He wished he could see her face, wondering if she was looking at him. Wondering if she wanted to kiss him as much as he was itching to kiss her. He dreamt of what it’d feel like to feel her hands cupping his cheeks, feel her breath against his face, or be in close proximity because of her laugh–be the reason she laughed. He can picture the feeling of her grabbing his hand with every laugh, more gasps of excitement and clamping her hand over his shoulder, playing with the tips of her hair.

“Ominis,” she started, “I like you, a lot.” The infliction in her voice, pure genuine emotions. Her voice filled him with warmth. He felt her hand let go of his arm, running down to intertwine her hand with his.

Relief flooded through Ominis, and he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Really?" he asked, his heart racing with excitement.

"Yes, really," She squeezed his hand. “I just don’t tutor anyone.” She hummed. The sentence made Ominis feel special, wanted,--one of a kind. She held him through the Undercroft, both of their hearts racing.

“Y/N–”

“Can you kiss me?” She whispered. Ominis felt his throat tighten. Nodding his head, he moved his hand to her face. His thumbs caressed her skin before tracing the outline of each of her features. He imagined she was blushing with how warm to the touch she felt. His thumb brushed against her lips before leaning downwards. Her lips tasted of pumpkin juice, just how he imagined.

“Ominis, would you be interested in–”

“Yes.”

She laughed, “You didn’t let me finish.”

“I was hoping it’d be to kiss you again.”

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┌─ “ ! „ TWO OF CUPS .03.

tw. incest, dubcon, peeping, creampie, coercion/emotional manipulation, unintentional voyeurism, jealousy, angst, love triangle wordcount. 5k

part 01 part 02 part 03 part 04

a/n. she's hEREEE she's here the emotional baggage fuckery is back finally!!!! aaaaahhhh yes i finally got off my ass and rewrote and finished part three thanks you so much to @seijorhi and @darlingsanzu for betaing and sitting through my insufferableness about the itoshi sibs i juST ughhhhh!! i hope you like it and yes there will be a part four which should be the final part and yes i will try tofinish it soon-ish <333

itoshi rin x fem!reader x itoshi sae

The picture is a little creased, faded with time, but it’s still visible enough to keep. It’s more valuable than a digital copy, in this case. Because there’s an obvious scratch right over Sae’s perfect smile that gives Rin every reason to want to grin back. At least the wear and tear of the universe is on his side this once. You’re adorable in your matching jersey, little toddler hands sticking out of the arm holes as you’ve wrapped yourself around an equally small him.

Nostalgia isn’t a feeling he wants to linger in much though, because even on an innocent reflection of the past like this one - where Sae is throwing up peace signs and dribbling a ball as the two of you watch enchanted - there’s a treacherous truth displayed.

As he’s holding you, his only baby sister, in his arms, he stares at the ball; the talent, the glory, the unequivocal challenge, and you; you’re watching Sae.

It’s how it's always been, and with a bitter swallow, Rin has to wonder if the way he always trailed two steps behind will be how it ends. If he can’t keep you, if Sae really does take him up on the threat to steal you away from under his nose, would you struggle? Would you even understand if he explained it? Somehow, he doubts it. Somehow, he thinks that you don’t see anything wrong with the fact that you whisper Sae’s name in your sleep.

No simple scratch over Sae’s smile on a childhood picture is going to stop you from loving the guy. And worse still, it isn’t even his picture. It only reappeared in the house when Sae came home to stay with you, creased, cherished, and though Rin isn’t sure if Sae is even capable of true feeling for anything that isn’t himself… it looks loved.

A better man would take that as a sign to back off, maybe. A better man wouldn’t drag his little sister out of a shared bed and strip you down to nothing, pretending to be a helping hand. Kiss your lips, play with your fingers until you give him the first real smile of the day. Hopeful, and deeply, truly forgiving of his every flaw. It’s everything he isn’t. Instead he is towered over you with one hand on the granite tiles with his body just a few breaths from yours as you hum a little song. The showerhead is big enough to have you drenched, and him close enough to have the steam and heat of the water drawing random swirls along his vision, breathing in, breathing out. The heat of the air clears his lungs, but nothing takes the sticky, pressing feeling on his chest away when you’re this close. Breathe in, halfway out as you clear your voice.

“Do you think Sae will be allowed to stay a little longer, nii nii? I know he’s gotta practice, but—” The sound of the shower drums away the rest of your question. Water runs from your neck, along shoulder blades down the line of your back, and he wants to groan and grunt at the way your butt almost brushes his fucking cock. It’s ungodly. It’s vile, and maybe if you were any less trusting, you could feel the way his eyes roam when you tell yourself ‘no looking’, or how his waist ‘accidentally’ brushes up against you almost every time. You’re none the wiser, though, that’s the problem. “Rin nii?” He looks up from your steamy, perfect fucking body that’s chubbing up his cock to lean his chest against your shoulder as he grabs the shampoo bottle, and gives a faint hum to signal hearing you.

“It’s just been so long since we were all together again,” you breathe then, and hum so softly, encouragingly, as his long fingers find your head to slosh the artificial fruit scent around your scalp. Another little noise has his lashes fluttering, sliding his other hand down your neck to take a solid hold of your shoulder. And then a puffed breath, as you turn halfway towards him and make him catch a flash of your perfect fucking tits, to make matters even worse. Truly, you must believe him to be a saint, he thinks as all his muscles flex and unflex. He’s so wound up with Sae being around to ruin it that he can barely stand looking at you without wanting to grab his cock and pull until he sprays cum all over the swell of your ass. “Ahh, that feels- ah- really good.” He can’t help it. Nothing makes the longing go away.

“Thank you for taking care of me, niichan… I- I don’t like being alone.”

Dead silence. He needs dead silence to get over your unapologetic admiration. To be locked up in solitary confinement and have a metal rod jammed through both ears, probably. Rin swallows the thick feeling on his tongue to the best of his ability, watching the soap run down your hair, before ever so gently leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. And one to your jaw, and neck, and then the crook of your shoulder. Forget about anything else, his brain blares, forget about — his voice cracks when he calls your name and wraps a lone arm around your stomach to stop you from moving. “You know I love you, right?”

You seem similarly frozen in time for a few tense heartbeats, water rushing along your face and making every inch of you glitter under the lights. Before you wipe your eyes and nose, and nod. “I know. I love you too, nii nii.”

Your lashes are dark, long, and too wet. And your lip bobs up and down a few times as you go to smooth your hands down his chest, and Rin can’t fucking help it— think that you’re looking through him. There’s a commotion outside the hall before the way you look at him can be addressed. The door creaks as it opens, before footsteps make their way to the bathroom and there’s a little knock. Sae’s voice is low and sleep filled as he calls out your name, and you pull your hands away from Rin. Leaving your touch to burn long after it’s gone.

“Are you in the shower?”

“Mhm, I’m almost done.” He doesn’t want to look at the way you fidget, and draws his hand back from it’s steady position on your hip to grab some soap.

Sae’s irritating mockery of a voice is strangely gentle when speaking to you, and he imagines his brother leaning against the door as he talks. “That’s okay. Want me to join you?” Rin almost chokes on it. You don’t hesitate to hum, and play your fingers along your hand palm.

“If you want to. Rin’s in here too, so there’s not that much room, but-” The sharp snort from beyond the door cuts you off, but Rin would overlook that any day if Sae would just keep his damn mouth shut. As if he’d ever be that lucky.

“Ah, I was wondering where you went. You’re showering with our little sister? Fucking pervert.” The cold laugh only makes his eyebrows lace together harder, as his jaw clenches hard. The irony is lost on you, of course, because you look at Rin with a little head tilt. And try to shy away from him when he grabs your hand to lace it together. “Well, let me know when you’re done. I need to head to the store later and I wanna shower first. Hurry it up.”

Adrenaline pumps through his blood as he wipes some of the sweat of his brow. The short blades of grass crunch under his feet, and the ball flies - as usual - in a perfect arch towards the one corner of the goalpost, heading home. The field’s otherwise abandoned, and the cold sky makes his puffs of hot breathing into little clouds that linger before fizzling into nothing.

Only the bright white of large led lights, and to the side, you. You’re buried in his jacket, hands deeply hidden into the oversized pockets as you walk from the boundary lines towards him. “Nii nii!” Your voice bounces around the space overzealous, and it warms his face instinctively. It’s entirely too domestic. As he leaves the spare balls to jog up to you, his stomach flips. It’s down season, so really, this should be his rest time. But he’s been… unusually agitated, for lack of any better way to describe it. Days seem longer when he can’t even get close to you without receiving a sneer or a disbelieving chuckle from some corner of the house.

Your shared house, of just you and him. Sae doesn’t care nearly enough about what should be the consequences if it were anyone else. He could just kick him out, if it were different. But sadly, you’re not anyone else, and you’d sooner bend yourself into impossible shapes than willfully ask your other brother away. It’s not like he’s being more distant for the redhead’s sake. No, he wants to let out a dry chuckle at the idea, anything but. If it was up to just him, he’d let Sae rot in his sourness and implications. It’s only out of necessity, because you care about what Sae thinks of you. And the guy fucking knows it.

Rin instead takes in with a tiny smile how you’re dressed entirely in his clothing, like you’re some cheesy couple, unwilling to be separate people from one another for even a second. It calms the possessiveness enough to pull you into him when you reach him, two hands full of ass as he makes you wrap your arms around his neck and picks you up against his sweaty body. “Mhm, you look cozy.”

Your mouth quirks up before you giggle, and let him bury his face into the side of yours.

He kisses you, leaning down into it before you can say another word, and you giggle an embarrassed little ‘Rin’ into his lips before pulling away. But his large hands are still holding you off of the floor and forcing you into another hug, and you don’t struggle much against it anyway. He should really be more embarrassed. About the way his lips long to slot over your pulse point and bathe you in possessive kisses that leave the deepest marks. After just a few kisses along your neck you pull back and mumble something about the tickling, and then land back onto the ground when he puts you down.

It’s second nature for you to attach yourself to Rin’s body when looking up at him and to wrap your arms around his waist, and in turn, he does his best to keep his eyes from wandering too much. “It’s cold, why’re you out here? Watch niisan play?” Your fingers squeeze before you breathe, and your smile slips just a little. Obvious.

And whatever sort of look must come over his face has you grabbing him a little tighter, keeping the hug going. He doesn’t want to think about the millions of times he’s demanded it with so much unveiled disdain that you’re always trying to soothe him. He doesn’t want to think it, but for some reason- it still pops up into the back of his head. You nuzzle into his chest, hope the warmth in your eyes sinks down into his bones. But the moment can’t last, and you eventually open your mouth to let out a slow mumble. “Sae nii wants to take me to some new bar in Kabukicho. I’ll be back soon though.”

Though his mouth tugs down, he lets out a hum, and a dry, non-amused chuckle follows. “Yeah. Do whatever. Sae’s only here every so often, right?” He turns to get away from the way your face falls, unable to help it. Rin rolls his tongue around against the roof of his mouth. Like taffy, the jealousy sits in his mouth and sours a little further each time he swallows. It’s a special kind of torture.

You try to help it, as always, sewing the tearing edges together as best you can. But it’s no use. As long as Sae keeps winning, Rin will keep fighting back. That’s just the way of things in the Itoshi household. “You can come with us, nii nii,” you pout into the dusty clouds of breath that covers your face in fog. But the noiret stands fast. Pride is an ugly thing when it gets broken. It now winks at him each time he walks around in his own house. Try as he might, he can’t escape you. And though your eyes might flick towards the eldest for guidance, he knows it’s only a matter of time before Sae runs ahead again and leaves you stranded in his wake.

From somewhere on the parking lot, an expensive car roars and flashes it’s lights to call for attention. Your shoulders square as you hide yourself further into his puffer jacket, and your long lashes seem to plead with him. “Rin nii?”

“I have to practice,” he mumbles back, and drops the ball onto the curve of his foot to set it into another long arch across the field— anything to keep himself from having to look at your face as it falls. “Get home safe.” You take a shuddered, little breath, before your shoulders fall and you turn to make your way back to the sideline and past it. He feels bad, sort of, but tonight is a little rough.

He wants to just play out here until his toes and fingers go numb. He doesn’t want to see how your eyes shine when Sae gives you a sliver of attention, when his own betray him as a man who spent most of his life loving you. Surely he has more self respect than that.

There was always something selfish about it. About the way he would run ahead, hogged toys and attention, and cherished himself. A greedy, unrelenting draw towards success, whatever that even meant when he was 6 and beating everyone around him in athletics and running them off his tail faster than people could wish to admit. A monster of ‘natural talent’ that called his name from the quiet confines of the spotlight, and for good reason, he was more than glad to shake hands and let it run wild upon his life. That selfishness wouldn’t be pushed aside for anything. Or anyone.

It was only an unfortunate consequence that you and Rin had to come after. Sae didn’t start out trying to antagonize anyone. Despite that — time changes things. Fractures once familiar memories. Unties knots. He might have started out not trying to antagonize Rin, but he isn’t stupid. Sometimes it feels like that’s all they’re good for now. If not for you. Their smallest, trying to glue the shards back together again and again and over again.

It was always that way. Their little fixer, their little cheerleader. The favorite bench warmer, or something like that. Rin sets alight at the core when he looks at you, and he’s not exactly good at hiding it. The only reason your parents didn’t see it was a plea of sanity, and a little bit of delusion. How do you make peace with the fact that not one, but all of your children have crossed opposing wires in their brain? That your pedestal-raised, untamed prizes of offspring have taken to tying the last remaining semblance of normalcy to their own side with diamond chains. It’s only a matter of time before one of the chains gives out, and the perfect, little family shatters.

The fan buzzes with a soft hum that has him glancing over his shoulder at the side of your face, cheeks soft and long lashes hiding admiring, unrelenting hope in your eyes each time they find him. No, Sae isn’t stupid. He knows that you call him much more often than you’re willing to tell Rin about, and that you like it a little too much when his hand slides down your spine to pull you into him. He knows that you don’t just look at him with a platonic appreciation. And that it’s as much his fault for letting it get this far as it is yours for pining for something that wasn’t meant to be yours. But that’s what happens when big brother becomes an unattainable standard that parents set, isn’t it? You find ways to close the gap.

Your unconscious way of closing the gap is to place yourself on the edge of his bed and talk, talk until you can’t talk a second longer. Usually until he shuts you up by wrapping his arms around you and kissing you until you run out of air in your lungs to make it a second longer. That’s how it started, all those years ago. A sleepless night of sudden, self-shattering doubt, where he’d snuck across the hall in the comfort of twilight. And settled for a soft, misguided kiss; just to prove he could.

And you being you, had looked at him with those big, clueless doe eyes and hadn’t peeped a word about it— because who are you if not undyingly loyal to the worst of the worst. Sae doesn’t get it. But it seems he is, at heart, exploitative by nature, right? Why else would one kiss have turned into two, and then many, stuffing his insecurities deep within his little sister until she breaks first.

Your cheek is rolled against the couch now, and your legs tucked close against him as he watches a rerun of another old match, but it seems that tonight, something’s different. Ever since he stole you away from Rin yesterday, the guy’s been unapologetically standoffish. And now you’re unusually quiet. Or, not so much unusual as uncomfortable, and making it unable to ignore it. Sulking and sniffling in the crook of your elbow with all the poise of a third grader.

His face turns to regard you, and he clicks his tongue. “What’s the problem?”

You don’t speak for a moment, but eventually have to give in to the unfailing stare burning a hole between your brows. Voice soft as it lays open the groundwork, and suddenly Sae’s throat closes up. “I miss Rin nii.”

The house is too quiet.

The thumping of the headboard is sort of unbearable. Cold and cruel and too noisy even for him, but it’s nothing compared to the thrill he feels singing into his blood as your eyes are closed tight, cheeks and ears burning with heat, and tears suffocating most of your cries for the low, clueless way you mumble his name. In some ways, he had wanted to do things differently. If it had been possible to contain his temper for once in his life, maybe he would have liked to try to make you happy with a gentle kiss and an even softer admission of guilt.

Apologized for fucking you up the way he did. Take responsibility.

The way he’s got both your wrists in one hand and his other on your throat isn’t gentle or soft. But Sae isn’t exactly one to look a gift horse in the mouth either. Your thick pearls of tears down your temples are enough to have him gritting his teeth and letting his hips connect yet again with the skin of your ass as he slots himself right between your legs. “Niichan, Sae niichan~” you whine out so pitifully below him, gasping and squirming and grabbing at his shoulders.

He grunts. “I don’t want to hear it.” You look like you’re not sure whether to beg him to get closer, deeper- or to drag your nails down his face- and the look has him biting his bottom lip so hard it soon tastes only of copper. Eventually though, a thought makes it through the squeezed opening of his throat, and he grabs your face to aim it at him. “You got some fucking nerve. It— Rin didn’t care about you until he realized that I wanted you. I was the one who cared first. Me.” He doesn’t recognize his own voice as it comes out raspy and only interrupted by his own hysterical heartbeat, and he stares deep into your matching irises again. “Me. Say it.”

Your mouth twists into a thin line, wobbly as his cock slides between soft lips and makes the wetness squelch between your bodies. His sweat beads at his hairline, and your nails dig deeper into his shoulder. He ruts himself deep, with a steady rhythm that rings through the house and makes your legs shake. Eventually you crack a little when he pries your chin from the way you hide it into your shoulder, and kisses you hard. He means it though, through teeth and spit all the same. “Sae nii- iichan,” your voice breaks when you mumble it, and a trail of silver runs along your temple. You still try to pull out of his white knuckled grip, pouting. “I don- I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I just meant that- I- didn’t want to m-make -hick- Rin nii upset. Let go of me.”

“Why should I?”

He holds his steady thrusting for just a moment to regard you seriously, and watch the way the heat in your face swirls all around. Lips plump and parted, sweetened by his mouth. Skin sticky, your pussy leaving glimmering slick all over his thumping cock. You don’t say anything, and he moves instead to rub your puffy clit under his thumb with too much precision. It makes you squirm, and makes you pant and whimper. You don’t like to face the facts, don't like it when he calls you out for it. But as much as you can’t tell him no with his hands on your body and your tits in his mouth, he wants to hear you say he’s the favorite sibling.

His voice is a little gravelly still when you whine his name and he shuts you up by burying his cock to the hilt into the hot clutch of your tight cunt, and licking along your tongue. “You love me. I know you do.” It’s about the one thing he knows for sure about you. His neck burns when your hand slides along it to tug through the shorter hair, and whine against his mouth and nod.

“I love you, Sae niichan. L-love -y-you.”

With a short chuckle he pulls back, eyes wide and feeling a little too hysterical, just as fired up as he is on the field. Maybe even more. You’d deserve that much. His throat is dry as he slides the head of his cock against that spongy part of your walls and when your eyes flutter hard, grabs your tits too. Your knees land by your shoulders as his balls clap against your ass and you look so pathetically at his mercy, a little sister cunt just for him. Your crystal tears roll over in bunches, as he jackhammers his fat, hot cock into you. Until your eyes roll and your toes start curling into the blankets. Only then does he allow for the way you clamp at him to get pulled a little tighter, a little softer.

“Cumming? You’re big brother’s favorite girl, mhm-” he grunts, red hair sticking to his forehead, as he leans into the embrace just enough to fuck with heavy thrusts into the tightness of your hot pussy until it starts spasming around you. “Best -f-fucking pussy around. No one does it like you, ‘mouto.” He only notices there’s a tear when it tickles his collarbone on the way down, and no, no— he’s not crying over this. Not as you stare up at him through almost closed eyes with a hung universe in your eyes. Fuck. He hides his face into yours by crashing his lips to yours and letting his tongue swallow all of your moans and noises until you start really shaking, and clamping your legs around his body.

You cum with Sae’s tongue down your throat, and his arms burn as he lifts himself up from your body to fuck though the incredible feeling of you clenching down on him hard enough to black him out. It hurts how good you feel, before his hips automatically speed up with each noisy ‘pap’ to chase his own orgasm. “Niichan, niichan, y-you c-,” you break yourself off with a high pitched aftershock, and tug at the hair still locked between your fingers, “feels- so- g-gud- niichan!

“F-fuck, I-ugh.” His cock is so hot as he spills white ropes of cum into your dripping pussy before he even has a chance to think about it, pulling out halfway to spurt the rest of it between your legs with a rasped swear, before collapsing to your side and beaming in the sticky heat of the room. “Holy fuck.” Your arms wrap around his stomach and you bury your face into his side, and for a moment, he even allows his arm to wrap back around your shoulders. Because you’re good. You’re so good to him.

He doesn’t know how long you lay with him, but eventually the shallow breathing and soft touches cool, and when they do— he feels numb. The hot-headedness is gone. And with it comes the ice-cold realization that he’s gone and done it now. Your cheeks are still warm against his chest, and you shiver a little when he sits up. He hums. “Y'kno, this is a pretty nice guest room, but I’m kinda missing my own bed.”

A small frown digs itself between your brows on your pretty face. Your hands go for the blankets first, cover yourself up a little, and then you follow the way he sits up to shake off some of the daze. And his heart beats hard, too hard, when he slides off the side and your unsure look turns into a pout. “Sae nii. I-”

“Help me find my boxers.” The clamminess of the room is too fucking much, you have to understand that. The soft shuffle isn’t enough to ignore the way you’re burning holes into his skin. So he shrugs it off and picks a new pair out of the dresser instead, putting it on. And for a moment it works. Pulling on a shirt, sweater and some sweatpants is enough to clear his head just enough to toss you a bottle of water. You don’t catch it, and it lands with a sad poof on the soft covers.

But it’s nothing compared to the way you ruffle the softness even closer to your body, and your voice is barely a breath as you bite your tongue. “Sae nii?”

A dark room has never felt so revealing. He adjusts the sleeves of his sweater, giving a sideways glance to the crown of your head. Any lower he can’t stomach. “I’m heading home,” his voice comes out dry, as he opens the door to the hall, and heads straight for the car keys.

Rin doesn’t say anything when the door of your room opens, but he’s awake. 03:25— the blue light informs, and he slowly manages to pull one of the headphones out by its cord. Your small shape curls into bed like a fawn, slow and unsteady, and you breathe his name. But it isn’t the same, and it only takes a few seconds for him to feel, as well as see, how you nuzzle up half onto him. You’re cold, and your hands shake a little when you look into his eyes and go to melt your foreheads together.

In any other situation, he would think he was dreaming. Cross my heart and hope to not to wake, lucid in love. In any other situation, you wouldn’t be up halfway through twilight as you go in mouth first to his own and kiss him hard and deep enough for him to feel your heartbeat. Your lips are sweet though, and your one hand wraps thumb and fingers all along his shoulder, and squeezes until you shake. You push your tongue into his mouth as Rin’s eyes blink away the darkness, and his tongue brushes yours. It’s wet and hot and too real, your free hand going to find his where it rests on his chest, and you drape your leg over the rest of his body.

And he floats. Shakes, with tongue against tongue and your mouth slotted against his when you moan into it. This isn’t how you kiss him. This surges through his blood like poison, and has him humming back and pulling you further on top of him until you stop shaking so hard.

Your nose and lashes are wet, but you kiss him full of sugar and leave every inch of him in ambers. Rin allows you to curl up on his chest like you need, and links fingers with you, as he kisses down your mouth and neck as you gasp and pant and shiver like a bunny. Shoves his hands under Sae’s spare shirt to drag his long fingers along your spine, and you cry, and you cry, and you cry.

#blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock rin #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock sae #itoshi sae x reader #bllk smut #tw.incest #tw.jealousy #🥧rin.chan #💫ch.rin #🥧sae.chan #💫ch.sae #🍯honey.pot

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emberfrostlovesloki · 3 months

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Roses and Sparkling Water [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@hotchs-big-hands) Center (@brainstormingg) Right (@edwardian-girl-next-door)

Prompt: Aaron surprises the reader by stopping by her apartment after work to celebrate her first month of sobriety.

Pairing: [established relationship] Aaron x fem!non-BAU!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns

Category: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 4.3K

Content Warnings: Discussion of alcoholism/recovery [binge drinking, being drunk, hiding bottles, sobriety], food is mentioned, Aaron and the reader take a shower together, implied intimacy/sex. If I missed any, please let me know.

A/N: Hi loves! Here is another fic based on the amazing @imagining-in-the-margins January/February Writing Challenge. The prompt this was based on was “Character celebrates a milestone of sobriety.” I wrote this because I am one month sober today! Much of what happens in this story is what I felt before and after deciding to stop drinking. I have my friends and followers (and Aaron) to thank for supporting me and helping me get so far. Y’all are amazing and I love you. If you find yourself relating to any of these things, please know I am proud of you. It is never too early or too late to reach out for help. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you’re having a great start to your week and thanks for reading. Love Levi - ❤️

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y/n had gotten home from work a half hour ago. It normally took that long for her to relax and be de-stressed enough to do anything enjoyable or productive. y/n didn’t want to be this stressed all the time, but things had piled on with life recently, and she was trying to accept it as best as she could. y/n was just lighting a candle and making a final cup of coffee when there was a knock at her door. y/n looked at the door confused. She hadn’t ordered anything on Amazon, and as likely as she was to get food delivered on yet another stressful day, y/n hadn’t gotten food either. y/n approached the door not sure what to expect. y/n looked out of the peep hole and her face broke out into a smile. This was the best kind of surprise that y/n could hope for. Without thinking about why Aaron was here, particularly with a dozen roses in hand, y/n threw the door open and said, “Hey, you. What are you doing here?”

Hotch stepped inside and moved forward, enveloping y/n in a tight hug. y/n breathed in his classic scent of cologne and shampoo. He had such a rich and deep scent. It was something akin to the smell of rain before a thunderstorm. The scent of green and dirt. It was something that y/n loved about him. Of course, y/n loved everything about Aaron. His smell was just a bonus. He still hadn’t answered her question, so y/n asked again, “So… why are you here? Did you come straight from the office?” y/n studied Hotch as if she was a profiler. He was still wearing his black slacks and white button-up. It looked crisp and well-pressed. y/n remembered a comment he had made on Saturday about picking up his laundry with Jack before he swung by to pick y/n up for an evening at his apartment. Apart from these articles of clothing, Hotch was missing his tie and suit jacket. It was an odd but becoming look on him, and y/n flushed at just how attractive he was in any state of dress.

Aaron smiled at y/n and leaned in to place a kiss on her lips. It was soft and he relished the slight stickiness of y/n’s chapstick which she must have just put on. When Hotch pulled back he said, “I’m here to celebrate you, darling.” He watched as she got slightly flustered and looked at him. y/n was now concerned that she’d forgotten some milestone of their relationship. They’d been together officially for nine months, and they weren’t the type to celebrate each month being together. y/n smiled and loved being celebrated and getting flowers from Aaron, but the why was still a mystery. y/n smiled and said, “Well you’ve got me stymied. Why are we celebrating me? Is it my un-birthday or something?” Hotch pulled back and replied, “Well maybe it’s that, but I was thinking more along the lines of the fact that today is one month of you not drinking.” y/n’s _y/c/e_’s shot open a little more. She hadn’t expected Aaron to remember the date when she’d given up drinking as she hadn’t brought it up much. But y/n loved that Aaron paid such close attention to her and the things that were important to her. y/n shouldn’t have been surprised but was and smiled even more and said, “Honey, that’s so sweet of you. How did you remember?”

Aaron took one of y/n’s hands gave it a squeeze and replied, “Sweetheart, when you decided you’d had enough I was incredibly proud of you. I know you only told a few people with me being one of them, and I know you don’t bring it up often, but I think it’s so important for you to feel accomplished in making it this far.” y/n let out a little laugh and said, “Aaron, it’s only thirty-one days. It’s not like a year or something. Every Saturday I still think about getting a drink at the bar. You must see it in my face sometimes. Or like before we go to bed.” Aaron nodded and gently took y/n’s chin in his hands so that y/n was sure to be looking at him. He was serious but not angry as he said, “I do notice, y/n. I notice every time I’m with you, and every time I see you choose to not go for a drink I’m so proud of you for that. I know it’s not easy. I want to highlight and celebrate all those times you’ve said no and let you know how strong I think you are.” y/n’s eyes began to water with emotions. She leaned into Aaron’s chest again. Hotch had placed the roses on the kitchen counter by this point with his long arms so he could more comfortably wrap his arms around his partner. y/n swallowed back the lump in her throat and said, “What have I ever done to deserve you, Aaron?” Hotch chuckled and said, “You never had to do anything to deserve me. We found each other and that’s all that matters to me. We give and take equally, if we didn’t this wouldn’t work.” Hotch pulled back again and asked, “So, would you like to do something to celebrate? I’m down for anything. I told the team and Strauss that I wouldn’t be available tonight. We could stay here or go out. I’m down for what you like.”

y/n beamed at the idea of a night assured that Aaron wouldn’t be snatched away by work. y/n said, “Well, such an offer is too tempting to answer without thinking about it for a minute.” Aaron smiled and replied, “Well while you think about it how about I’ll get a vase for those flowers.” y/n looked at the flowers, almost forgetting that they were there with Aaron in front of her. She chuckled and said, “Okay. There’s something in that top cabinet that I can’t reach that would work to hold them. Thank you for bringing them. They’re so beautiful.” Hotch nodded and said, “Well, nothing’s more beautiful than you, but I’m glad you like them.” As the tall man approached the kitchen to look for a vase, y/n pulled the flowers in front of her face and inhaled the light floral scent. It reminded them so much of Spring and just how thoughtful Aaron was as a partner. He’d seen it all from day one. Her problems with drinking. The anxiety and stress of the recent move and new job.

In fact, being with Aaron had been one of the main reasons y/n had quit. She had gotten sick of having to hide empty bottles when Hotch said he could stop by with or without Jack. It took work to throw away or hide five empty wine bottles or lug them out to the recycling. The hiding of the extant of her problem was also embarrassing. Every time she went to the recycling bin across the street, she thought that everyone she passed was looking and listening to the bottles clink on each other. On top of that, Aaron would always offer to drive her to work and she’d get into his car with either a headache or a hangover that she was badly hiding. The scent of Listerien must have been so strong in the small confines of the car. The problem that y/n had with drinking was that it never got so bad that she got in trouble. Not at work or with her friends. y/n was incredibly lucky that her binge drinking late into the night had only resulted in her showing up an hour late to work one day that wasn’t very important. She’d not even gotten a reprimand for it.

The real impetus for change had happened in two waves. The first had been on a day that had been so bad and overwhelming that y/n had called Aaron in near hysterics. Once he had heard her in distress so bad that she couldn’t even talk, he’d dropped everything and come over. He found y/n in her bed in what looked like such emotional pain that it nearly broke his heart. Aaron sat next to her, rubbed her back, and whispered words of comfort while y/n tried to stop the tears seeping from her eyes. y/n sniffled and asked, “Can you get me some water from the fridge? Please.” Hotch nodded and got up. y/n had completely forgotten that she hadn’t taken care of the bottles of wine both empty and full, nor the plastic cup that she’d put back into the fridge the night before at 3:00 a.m. when she couldn’t force down one more sip. y/n was too upset to think about it right now. But when Aaron opened the fridge, he instantly noticed the bottles and cup on the side of the door. Hotch knelt down and made sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing right. He silently lifted the bottles to see which were full and which were empty. He knew that y/n had a drinking problem even though she never drank in front of him. It was easy to see even if y/n tried to hide it. But this was worse than he had ever imagined. It hurt Hotch to see y/n trying to drown out her pain like this. With the way she was right now, he could understand the desire to self-medicate, but he cared about her too much to see her hurting herself like this to not say something. But he’d save that conversation for later. He quickly got the water she had asked for and moved back to give it to her and cuddle her until she could explain why she was so sad.

That Saturday, as Hotch and y/n went on their normal trip to the park for him to run and y/n to walk before picking up Jack from Haley’s, he brought up what he’d seen in her fridge earlier that week. y/n was confused at the beginning when Aaron didn’t start his normal stretching and jog, instead opting to walk with her. y/n looked at him and asked, “Are you feeling alright, love? Is your hip hurting you again?” Aaron gave his head a small shake as he said, “No, I’m good. I just wanted to talk to you about something.” y/n tipped her head to the side slightly. His tone was serious as was his expression. Suddenly y/n felt like she was under a microscope, and she was panicking. y/n wondered what she’d done and her brain came up with the worst thing imaginable like Aaron breaking up with her. So when he said softly, “I saw the bottles in your fridge, y/n, and I’m really worried about you.” It took y/n’s brain a few seconds of buffering to let Aaron’s words register. When they did, y/n instantly felt shame well up inside her. She’d forgotten about the fact that he’d looked at the fridge. y/n’s brain fired all its neurons for some kind of response but it was useless, and she said in a defeated tone, “I know I’ve got a problem. It’s bad and I feel bad about it. I’ve tried stopping so many times and it just never works. I can’t do the moderation thing. I’m sorry you saw that, I’m sorry I hid it, I’m just sorry…” y/n didn’t have anything more to say in their defense. y/n realized that what they had said wasn’t even a defense. It was just useless words that didn’t mean anything. At least y/n didn’t think they meant anything to anyone. But as Aaron walked alongside his partner, he felt a profound sadness yet strength at y/n speaking at all. He moved in front of y/n and stopped them in their tracks. y/n ended up running into him as her eyes were glued to the ground. y/n looked up at Aaron expecting him to be angry or upset, but he just looked concerned. y/n swallowed and said, “Why are you looking at me like that?” His facial expression wasn’t the one she had expected and it threw her off completely. She had almost hoped for anger. y/n was used to anger in response to her shortcomings. Empathy was so new to her that it felt wrong somehow.

Aaron pulled both of them off the trail gently and to a nearby bench. When they were settled, and y/n was looking at him with concern, he responded, “y/n. I’ve only ever cared or been worried about you. Your drinking, which I’ve known about for a while now, never made me angry. It just made me sad that you were hurting so much and not telling me, or anyone. When I saw your fridge and just how much you were drinking it made me concerned for you. You were so upset and I just want you to be okay. I know it’s hard. It’s gotta be so hard, but would you let me help you? Can you tell me why it started? How it got like this?” y/n was a sniffling mess by now and nodded without saying anything. After she’d taken a deep breath and realized that Aaron didn’t hold the shame for her that she held for herself, y/n said, “Yes. I’ll tell you, Aaron. But can we not do this in the park? Maybe we could go to your house where there isn’t a bottle for me to be tempted by?” Hotch had to let out a soft chuckle at y/n’s statement and gave her shoulder a slight squeeze and the top of their head a kiss as he said, “Of course, love. Let’s go to my place where we can both relax and talk more privately.” A few minutes later the couple was settled on Aaron’s comfy couch and y/n started sharing. She thought that it would be hard to let out those feelings and the draw of the numbing effect that wine had on her. Although it was uncomfortable at the start, Aaron’s compassion and caring questions that dug at and begged to understand y/n on a deeper level allowed her to let him into the part of her life that she had kept hidden away for over three years. As y/n spoke, it was so clear to her that he’d loved her through all of her flaws and bad choices she’d made. Not only did he love her, but he tried to understand and be there for her pain.

y/n was thrown from that memory when Hotch returned with a tall vase that would accommodate the flowers, and y/n felt like a giddy schoolgirl at just seeing him. Aaron couldn’t help but smile too as he said, “I’m never going to get tired of seeing that look on your face, y/n. I’ll have to stop by your place more often after you get home from work unannounced.” Aaron took the flowers from y/n and nestled them in the glass vase. y/n stood behind him while he did this, wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned into him. As Aaron arranged the flowers to their optimum fullness, y/n looked out the window and remembered just how pretty a day it was outside. It wasn’t too hot or cold, so y/n said, “I think I know what I want to do with our free evening.” Aaron looked over his shoulder and said, “Oh, yeah. What’s that y/n?” y/n replied, “Well I’d like to go to the park near your place, and then if you’re down we could go to that Italian place where we went to on our first real date?” Aaron turned around and relaxed into her embrace and said, “Darling anything you want to do tonight we can. Well, anything but go and have like five tequila shots.” y/n nearly choked laughing and said teasingly, “Oh my gosh, Aaron, you’re the worst. Plus you know I hate tequila shots.” Hotch smiled and leaned down to kiss y/n on the forehead. He loved how lowkey y/n was. He knew she’d understand the joke, if she wouldn’t have, he never would have said it. He pulled back and said, “Well maybe we can have some sparkling water instead. Now. Do you still have that blanket from when we had that picnic with Jack?” y/n nodded and said, “It’s in the hall closet. I washed it a long time ago. It might have moth balls by now, to be honest.” Aaron stepped toward the closet and said, “Well, we can shake them out when we get to the park if they’re there. Do you want to grab a coffee to go? I see you’re machine is still running.” y/n whipped their head toward the kitchen and said, “Shoot, I forgot about that. Thanks for the reminder. Do you want a cup too?” Aaron called out over his shoulder, “Yes, that’d be great.” As Hotch got the blanket, y/n pulled two cups from the cabinet and made the coffee. She then quickly grabbed her purse and sunglasses. y/n held the door open for Aaron and they both walked down to his car.

In the park, the pair found a spot under a shady tree that was private but gave a view to a field where people were tossing a frisbee around and some dogs were chasing tennis balls in the lush grass. Aaron and y/n were quiet for a while as they both took in the lovely weather and coffee. When Aaron finished his cup, he set it on the quilted blanket and lay down to look at the sky. Seeing the expanse of Aaron’s chest so wide open, y/n set down her cup and made sure it stayed up before placing her head and upper body on his chest. Hotch snuggled y/n’s head into his chest a bit more and his hands found their place on her back and in her _y/h/c_ hair. y/n sighed contentedly into him, not in a tired way just a “I’m happy to be here way.” Aaron’s eyes gazed down to her back and shoulders and he said, “y/n, would you tell me why you decided to quit? I know you don’t make a big deal about it, but if you’re willing to tell me, I’d like to know.” y/n smiled into his chest and her mind flashed back to the second reason why she’d given up drinking. y/n’s fingers traced patterns over his skin and replied, “Well, it’s kinda silly, but I was just sick of being sick. I remember that Monday when I woke up as foggy as ever and I was thinking about how I only had one bottle left in the fridge and that I was going to have to walk to the store and buy another one to feel comfortable for the night because one bottle was never enough. And then I wondered if I had the money for it because it was the end of the month. And it thought about the type of power that alcohol had over my emotions and finances. It felt like it was controlling my life and I was sick of it. I had such better things to live for, like you and Jack and work. There was so much more to pay attention to in life. So I got out of bed that morning and poured all that I had out. Then I threw away all the bottles, immediately, so I wouldn’t be reminded of them. Let me tell you, I didn’t sleep for two days after that. It was pretty shitty.” y/n chuckled at how terrifying the choice had been for the first two days. Aaron listened and his face broke out in a smile as his hands ran up and down y/n’s back. He said, “Well I’m so happy for you. I see how much you’ve kind of come into yourself over this last month. I know it’s been hard, and yes I said that before, but you’re doing great, and I’ll keep supporting you however you need me to, tomorrow, next week, next month, until the end of time. I promise you that.” y/n looked up from his chest and gave his jaw a series of kisses that left Aaron fully flustered.

When it got dark the pair moved to the restaurant where they were seated at a corner table inside. The place had little tea candles on the tables and Aaron, true to his word, ordered a chilled bottle of sparkling water for the table. He even asked for wine flutes like they were having champagne. y/n laughed slightly as he poured them both glasses and handed one over to her. y/n picked up her glass as did Aaron. y/n’s eyes lit up as they clinked glasses and he said, “Here is to my love and how proud I am of you.” y/n added, “Well here this should also go out to my love and just how amazing you are to me. I wouldn’t be here at a month sober if you didn’t remind me how happy I can be without drinking.” Aaron couldn’t help but flush a little. They both took a sip and as y/n set down her glass she smiled at him and said, “You know Aaron, as simple as you are, you can go all out on some things.” y/n winked at the bottle of sparkling water and Hotch chuckled saying, “Well, I only think I’m extra for the important things, and I think this is one of them.” Soon after that, their food came and they had a nice meal together reflecting on their relationship and how it had evolved over the months.

When the pair got back to y/n’s home, she turned to him and asked, “So, are you going to spend the night tonight? Was that calling out to the team and Director Strauss just a tonight thing, or could it maybe extend into tomorrow morning?” y/n gave him her best pleading eyes because it was so nice to have him around unexpectedly, and she wanted to capitalize on his time if he could get away with it. Aaron smiled and said, “Well, I let the team get away with being in the office late once or twice, I don’t know why I can’t follow suit once in a while.” y/n grinned and said, “That’s my rule breaker. Now…I was thinking maybe I could do with a shower. How would you feel about joining me?” Hotch’s eyes flashed dark with a desire for a moment and he said in a voice suddenly much lower, “Well, that sounds like a good idea to me. Let me get it running at a good temperature.”

While Aaron was getting the shower set perfectly, y/n stripped down to nothing. y/n looked at herself in the mirror, glad to see her bold glow without the feeling of fuzziness from drinking, When Hotch said that the water was ready, she moved into the steamy room. Aaron’s eyes widened as she stepped past him and into the shower. She turned to face him and let the water cascade down her naked body. y/n loved the fact that she could freeze him like this, and she teased, “Are you going to stand out there in the cold love?” Aaron snapped out of his daze and he quickly stripped out of his clothes. y/n looked him up and down as he also got drenched from the shower. Aaron couldn’t stop himself and moved forward and began kissing her neck and shoulders. He stopped and asked, “Is this okay love? Do you feel like it tonight?” y/n smiled and ran a hand down his jaw and chest toward his navel. y/n nodded and said, “Of course I do Aaron. I want you like this whenever we can enjoy each other. Getting to be this close to you makes me feel so alive.” Aaron’s eyes roamed over her face again and he said, “Good, because I want to give it to you tonight and whenever you want it, y/n. Now let me get back to this very very important job.”

He moved back to sucking and nipping at y/n’s warm skin and his mouth moved lower to a more sensitive area. As his tongue started working the spot on her chest and his hands worked over his body as well, y/n leaned her head back and let out a gasp. y/n ran her hands through his short hair. As Aaron kept working fervently and lovingly, she realized how much better was to experience all things with a clear head. Especially when it came to scenarios like this. To feel Aaron taking care of her with such love and desire was the best feeling she could ever have. When they were like this, giving themselves to the other, the idea of a drink, no matter how good, would never even cross y/n’s mind. As y/n let out the first soft moan of Aaron’s name and his hands moved to her thighs, y/n gave into the passion of the night because when it came down to it, Aaron was the best drug of all.

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xoxoskai · 4 months

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KAYDENGARETH HEADCANNONS

I like to think their book could've been called God of Misery. Why? I don't know. It just sounds cool.

Gareth has extreme OCD. As children, Killian used to mess with his things, hide them or displace them from their original place which made him develop an obsessiveness with knowing where all his things were kept.

Kayden inhales copious amounts of black coffee in a day. I'm talking 8-9 ventis.

Gareth is blackmailed convinced by Kayden to become his teaching assistant.

Kayden wanted easy access and to have tabs on Gareth the whole time, but it backfires when Gareth organizes his entire schedule, all his coursework and makes additional notes for him to go over.

Kayden is a tie hoarder. Navy blue, scarlet red, violet, turquoise, beige, you name it, he has it.

Asher thinks he's Gareth's inspiration to become a lawyer, but Gareth watched Suits.

Kayden wears suspenders.

Gareth's aim is better than most Heathens, even Jeremy. But he doesn't enjoy hurting people. The accuracy with which he throws a pencil at a teacher flirting with Kayden is impressive.

He's equally good at fleeing situations.

Kayden is the kind of professor who challenges his students to do something ridiculous to get out of writing the final exam. His students think he's cool, but Gareth knows he just hates grading papers.

Gareth's handicap in golf is +1. He has been his grandfather's golfing buddy for ages.

Kayden has a license to fly planes. Don't ask him how he got it though.

Yes, they join the mile high club.

Gareth is extremely good with cheating at card games much to Kayden's chagrin during strip poker.

Kayden is acquaintances by association with Kyle, Gareth's uncle.

Gareth has lost count of the number of times he's caught himself drooling every time Kayden takes his suit jacket off.

Kayden is more flirtatious by nature but sometimes Gareth says suggestive things that make him speechless. Most times, Gareth does it accidentally.

Kayden: *complaining about how his body is aching from sitting in a chair all day* Gareth: I can help you relax if you'd like. Kayden: Gareth: Kayden: Gareth: I have a massage therapist license.

Gareth wears reading glasses because he is a reader by nature. He can read instructions off a shampoo bottle day after day, year after year just to have something to read while he showers.

Kayden has to physically stop himself from reacting and ask for strength from greater forces the first time he sees Gareth pull out gold-rimmed glasses and put them on while he was helping grade assignments. He does fantasize about helping Gareth take the glasses and more off.

Killian is the last of the Heathens to find out about Gareth's involvement with his professor. And it's not in a fun manner.

He catches Kayden being pushy with his older brother, misunderstands and nearly pummels his face in.

He has to be thrown off Kayden who is one second away from rearranging his boyfriend's younger brother's face.

Killian is gaping when he puts two and two together about what is happening.

Before he can make a joke at his expense, Gareth gives him a look that dares him to say something or deal with consequences like never before. Killian stays quiet mostly because he's never seen that murderous look on his brother's face, no matter how far he pushed him.

"You can do better than him" he's telling Kayden as he leaves. "Not in this lifetime, no" Kayden responds, pulling Gareth closer.

Kayden participates in the initiation to pull an uno reverse and chase the green mask down. It makes some of the participants stop and stare in bewilderment.

Gareth is competitive to a fault. Like- I would edit an entire Wikipedia page to win an argument- competitive.

Kayden is not as competitive and doesn't particularly care about winning but he loves egging Gareth on till he gives him a reason to put his tie collection to good use (:

They have been caught in a situation where someone was knocking at the door to Kayden's office, opposite which they were making out.

Gareth watches Kayden roll his sleeves up with hawk eyes and almost groans in torture when he sees the protruding veins.

Once Kayden finds out about Gareth's obsession with watching him undress, he puts on a show every. single. time.

But then Gareth, Gareth with his long, slender fingers and perfectly cleaned, shaped and filed nails, helps undress him one time and Kayden is a goner.

Gareth wears a chain with Kayden's ring around his neck, something Kayden goes feral whenever he looks at. He's pulled Gareth closer with it on multiple occasions.

Kayden puts his hand on Gareth's thigh while driving.

Are Asher and Reina surprised when Gareth brings a boyfriend home? Yes. Do they care about the gender of their son's partner? No.

Even Kayden gets along better with Asher than Killian does.

Kayden is loved by Reina. Like she would adopt him the moment Asher looks away.

Killian never apologizes for what he said but he does ask Gareth if he'd like to go hunting together sometime. It's a truce that Gareth is more than happy to accept.

Kayden takes Gareth out flying to propose when they'd be over the crystal-clear waters and passing through clouds only to realize he forgot to bring the ring with him in his anxiety and haste.

He improvises and proposes to Gareth in bed, rehashing the entire thing making him laugh and accept.

Gareth then reaches into his nightstand and pulls out the ring he was planning to propose with.

"You can just pretend to be surprised tomorrow at your surprise proposal" Gareth is telling him between kisses. "I can pretend to do anything as long as I'm doing it with you."

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Tissues, anyone?

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antoinettedoodles · 3 months

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About Me! — 🌻

“The Magicless Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm. Don’t be fooled by the doe eyes of this little lady for they have fangs underneath”

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— アントワネット • シウウ •ドゥードレス (antowanetto shiuu duudoresu)

— アオイ• ユーキ (aoi yuuki)

Nicknames:

Prefect (Everyone)

Aoi (First years)

Yuu/ki (Everyone)

Herbivore (Leona)

Shrimpy [Koebi-chan] (Floyd)

Child of Man (Malleus)

Trickster (Rook)

Seiu [-san/-chan] (Rook and Jade)

Age: [currently] 17 years old

Sex: Biological Female

Birthday: August 10, 200X

Star Sign: Leo ♌

MBTI: ENFP - A

Sexuality: Demi-aroace

Hair Colour: Jet Black

Eye Colour: Sapphire Blue

Height: 5’0 ft. (152.40 cm)

Homeland: N/A

Family: Parents (mentioned), Siblings (mentioned)

Dominant Hand: Left

✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜ Academic Status

Dorm: Ramshackle Dormitory

Class || Student no. Class 1A || Student no.9

Best Class: Biology

— They were a Science Student back in their home world. Naturally, the knowledge of simple biology is still up to date in their head

Favourite Class: Potions

— They were the weird kid that mixed different shampoo bottles in the bath.

Club: N/A

Favourite Teacher: Divus Crewel and Mozus Trein

— They like how strict both of them are.

“I like how strict the teachers are, they don’t spoon feed you when they see potential. They like to challenge us”

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year

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shut up and put your money where your mouth is // oscar piastri

summary: the reserve drivers have a little mischief pool going, keeping themselves occupied on weekends where they have nothing better to do. until nico hulkenberg pushes y/n and oscar a little too far and makes them confront how they feel about each other

pairing: oscar piastri x female alfa romeo! reader

warnings: alcohol is involved, drinking games are played (spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven) and a massive prank war is waged on every driver in the paddock, implied smut scene at the end, but no smut is written. sexual innuendos because jack doohan is a little shit, y/n is too cool for oscar (she's also really mean to fernando but in a funny way . . . sorry nando) mentions of a crash ( everybody was fine, y/n is just still feeling the emotional effects )

author's note: so for a while now i've been wanting to make a story or a fic that focuses on the reserve drivers because i feel like they all sort of get forgotten, so this fic is dedicated to the reserves and those who hide behind the scenes : )

"alright, jamie and logan got the extra dye from alex, liam and dennis are going to distract the old man." y/n started eagerly, making grabby hands towards logan sargeant, who gave her a strange look before passing over the bottle of red hair dye. "oscar, do you and jack have a way of getting into his driver's room?"

the reserve drivers were standing outside the alpine hospitality building, mischeif in their eyes as a plan started brewing. the reserve and development drivers were only performatively employed through driver's academies. they had no real reason to be there on race weekends. very rarely were they actually needed.

it was natural for them to get bored, expected, even. because who wanted to stand around and look at data all day when it didn't even affect them? who wanted to take a ten hour flight to another continent just to sit around and do nothing all race weekend except look good for the team?

and that's when nico hulkenberg had made his proposal. every season, it was a new game. always disruptive to the regular drivers, always chaotic and more than once it got guenther steiner swearing at the lot of them. two teams, a season full of dares and challenges.

and may the best pranksters win.

jack doohan nodded. "it was shockingly easy to get his keys. all you've gotta do is find a way to swap out his shampoo for the dye. and then when he goes to take a shower after free practice," jack clapped his hands together. "his hair will be red before the old codger knows what hit him."

their team was the young guns, the under twenty-fives. there were more of them than anybody else, but they were competing against guys who had been there way longer: nico hulkenberg, antonio giovinazzi, robert schwartzman, nyck de vries, stoffel vandoorne and pietro fittipaldi

"i'll come inside with you. since the contract thing started, people in alpine hospitality have been giving me a wide berth." oscar piastri shrugged his shoulders, hands in the front pockets of his black chinos, making his alpine polo ride up, exposing a sliver of his toned stomach.

y/n sucked in a barely audible breath, hoping that nobody around noticed.

she wasn't sure when she developed a crush on the aussie f2 champion, but she knew it wouldn't lead her anywhere good. never mix business and pleasure, so she had always been told.

no, it was better to leave oscar to his own devices. to pretend she felt nothing towards him.

"you don't have to." she said gently, pulling a denim jacket over her alfa romeo polo. with any luck, she was little-known enough that the hospitality staff wouldn't recognize her and just let her pass through.

worst comes to worst, she could always pretend she was coming to say hi to abbi pulling, who had recently signed to the alpine young driver's programme.

"you don't even know where his driver's room is."

she hated it when oscar was right. "fine." she pouted, hooking her fingers in her belt loops. "but let's make it quick, before daddy szafnauer gets the wrong idea."

jack snorted, and logan shook his head, wishing he could leave the conversation.

"excuse me, what?" the american frowned, raising his eyebrows. "there's something wrong with you."

"what?" she laughed, sipping from her plastic starbucks cup.

god, oscar would never tire of that sound, the visual of y/n throwing her head back, smile splitting her features as her hair spilled down her back.

"he's like, the fourth most fuckable team principal. don't even get me started on daddy toto."

"there's a scale?" jack looked scandalized. "i am but a mere child, too innocent for this!"

oscar snorted. "according to the country of australia, you're street legal, doohan."

"here's the scale: toto, jost, andreas, otmar, christian, mattia, mike, guenther, fred, franz. i'd fuck ted kravitz, too. don't underestimate daddy kravitz."

somehow, at the revelation that y/n wanted to fuck toto wolff, oscar's ego ached. if her type was six foot five austrian men old enough to be her father twice over, what chance did he have?

'"i know way too much about you." logan shook his head, beginning to walk backwards. "good luck fucking fernando over- bad word choice given that last conversation, let me know how it goes."'

y/n laughed, playfully punching oscar in the arm. "come on, alpine's most wanted. i've got an old man's day to ruin and a self-centered german to upstage."

y/n tossed the bottle in the air, catching it with a grin as she brushed past oscar and headed into the hospitality suite.

oscar watched her go with wide, bright eyes, attempting to casually hide the boner forming in his khaki's as his eyes zeroed in on the alfa romeo driver's sashaying backside, made extra prominent by her tight black jeans.

"you coming, problem child?" she shouted, a bright smile on her face as she stuck her head out of the glass door.

"coming in just a second!"

"i'm sure he's coming in more ways than one." jack snorted, patting oscar on the shoulder. "you are so whipped, mate. and you aren't even getting good sex out of it. that's a crime, oscar!"""i'm sure he's coming in more ways than one." jack snorted, patting oscar on the shoulder. "you are so whipped, mate. and you aren't even getting good sex out of it. that's a crime, oscar!"

"fuck off!" oscar whined, pushing jack's hands away as he sauntered up the hospitality steps. "i'm doing it for my commitment to the bit."

he wished that he had sounded like he believed it, but everybody knew that he didn't.

everybody knew that he did it because he was head over heels for y/n y/l/n.

he ran to catch up to her, directing the testing driver in the direction of fernando alonso's diver's room. fernando was never the original target of that prix weekend's scheme. in fact, y/n was never supposed to be the person who planned it. this was supposed to be frederik vesti's weekend to plan and execute the scheme.

but after an unfortunate incident in fp1 resulted in fernando cutting y/n off and sending her into the wall, cutting her coveted rookie driving session short, a session she had fought freddie vasseur tooth and nail to steal away from theo pourchaire, plans had changed and she'd swapped weekends with fred.

drawing the keys out of her jacket pocket and offloading her frappucino on the australian standing next to her, she opened the unmarked door to fernando's room, rolling her eyes at the massive spanish flag hanging on the wall.

"where's the fucker's shampoo? he doesn't get to ruin my one young driver session and get away with it." she started pacing, hands reaching to the back of her head to tap on the brim of the backwards baseball cap she was wearing. "changing his hair color is fucking mercy compared to what i should be doing to him."

"shower's are that way." oscar nodded, cocking his head towards a royal blue hallway. "how many points do you think this is going to get us with the hulk? you have to admit, that stunt he pulled on crofty and brundle last week was kind of legendary."

y/n rolled her eyes, heading towards fernando's shower and wishing she had brought gloves. seriously, what do old men get up to when they shower? she didn't want to find out. she could get a goddamn staph infection just from stepping foot in the damn thing.

"all nico did was fuck with the microphones. they fixed it in less than half an hour. all that happened was making sure that fp1 was narrated by darth vader." she shook her head, wincing as she reached into fernando's shower, wishing she could have gotten somebody else to do it. "nico shouldn't even be doing the scoring if he's participating. why can't kubica do it? he's a neutral party."

but there wasn't enough money in the world to pay one of the other reserves to stand in fernando alonso's shower.

she uncapped the bottle of men's head and shoulders, overturning it in the bathroom sink as she turned on the faucet, watching the thick, cream colored liquid bubble and fizz as it went down the drain.

"robert made it damn clear that he wants nothing to do with this." oscar laughed, trying to decipher the label on the side of the starbucks cup, curious to see what sweet concoction was in the cup, especially knowing that she didn't like to drink coffee.

"understandable. i think robert's kind of done with everybody's bullshit. mostly theo's, though. frankly, so am i. truth be told, i think vasseur wants me gone." she frowned, twisting open the bottle of red dye that logan had given her and upending it over the plastic bottle. "i don't think that he's a fan of the fact that i'm never going to drive competitively."

"that's a bullshit reason for him to fire you."

"that's what i said!" y/n complained, throwing her hands in the air as she waited for the thick red dye to drain. she wasn't even sure if her plan was going to work: fernando's hair was dark, and it was arguable that the color might not even show unless the spaniard bleached it first. "i've never wanted to drive competitively, but after what happened in magny-cours, i'll never be able to compete again."

she had never wanted the fame, the glory, the champagne and the trophies. all she'd ever wanted to do was drive. she'd had a mediocrely successful season with the w series in 2019, followed up by half a season in formula three before a three-car crash had broken four bones in her foot.

she could still drive, and she loved her job working in testing and development, but she could tell that frederic vasseur was tiring of prepping and training a driver that was never going to make it to f1. a driver that would never compete in anything ever again. the crash had stolen all of her self-confidence, and there was nothing she could do other than pack all of her dignity in a box and walk out of the prema garage, terrified to ever race again, for fear of another incident occurring. her partnership with the ferrari driver's academy had fallen through a year later, and she counted her blessings every day that alfa romeo had rescued her from the wreckage of what she had seen her life becoming.

shaking her head as she realized that the dye bottle was empty, she rinsed it out before stowing the evidence in her jacket pocket and putting the cap back on the shampoo bottle before thrusting it back into fernando's shower.

"come on, piastri." she grinned, taking her drink back from the academy driver. "let's get out of here. all we can do now is wait for the old man to have a shower, and then nico is going to have to give in and declare us the winners."

they got their answer three hours later.

y/n was walking through the paddock with jamie chadwick and jessica hawkins, twirling her paddock pass between her fingers as she made small talk with the girls she considered to be her best friends.

"so, y/n . . . " jess started, the pom pom on her signature beanie hat bouncing as the brit walked. "are you finally going to tell oscar?"

"nope." she answered. too fast, always too fast when it came to feelings. too quick to catch them, even quicker to deny them. especially when they concerned the boy at the center of every f1 news story in the last two weeks, ever since he had announced he would not be signing with alpine, but in fact would be ousting daniel ricciardo from mclaren. "never. no feelings whatsoever."

"aw, jess, look at her face go all red." jamie laughed, nudging y/n's side. "she's definitley in love with piastri."

"um, go fuck yourselves. both of you." she laughed, trying to hide how flustered she was. she had been waiting all day for fernando to come running out of hospitality, cussing her out in spanish at the top of his lungs. "the way my life is going, i might not even be around the paddock next year. i've actually started looking into testing for formula e, maybe i can become a reserve driver or something there. mclaren will need people."

"vasseur finally sick of seeing your face in his garage?" jess replied sadly. "i'm sorry, love. freddie just has a stick up his ass and someone needs to yank it out. with force."

the girls laughed, arms around shoulder's as they kept walking down the paddock. y/n froze, reaching for jess and jamie's arms, trying to get them to slow down before they walked past the alpine suite. jack and oscar were sitting on the patio with liam and dennis, waiting to see the fruits of their labour.

"who did this?! which pendejo is responsible!?"

"jesus fucking christ." jess groaned. "please tell me that you didn't."

on y/n's other side, jamie extended her hand for a low high five. "so that's what the dye was for." she laughed as the front door to alpine hospitality swung open, a furious fernando alonso standing on the front steps.

his hair was still soaking wet, but it was clear to everybody in a five mile radius that his hair was now a very vivid cherry red. the pure look of rage on the spaniard's face should have been enough to send a shockwave of terror through her body.

instead, it just made her feel alive.

at the patio table, the four boys had collapsed in laughter. jack had his head buried in his hands while liam had his phone out to videotape the entire encounter.

"did you cabrons do this?" fernando roared. "as if what you've done to the sanctity of this team wasn't enough!"

"oscar, run!" she could hear dennis hauger shout through his fit of laughter.

oscar stayed put, laughing to himself as he looked over at y/n.

and when he winked at her, she thought her legs would buckle, the butterflies spreading through her stomach so rapidly that she thought she might be sick.

she had been past the point of denying her feelings to herself a long long time ago, and now the aussie had a permanent place in her dreams, in both horny and wholesome ways. her fingers had become quite acquainted with the motions they robotically performed whenever oscar piastri appeared in her late-night fantasies.

"oi fernando!" she shouted, throwing her middle finger up in the air, ignoring all the patrons and crew members who were gawking at the alpine driver. "that's for sending me into the barriers, you old cunt!"

when fernando turned back to her, jessica grabbed her hand, and in a fit of laughter the three girls took off down the paddock to the aston martin garage.

nico hulkenberg had decided to award ten points for that stunt.

he had given himself eight points for the darth vader microphone trick.

the war would continue for weeks upon weeks, only stopping for the summer break. jessica and y/n had teamed up with liam to cover lawrence stroll's desk in plastic wrap, rendering it unusable and relishing in watching the multi-millionaire throw a fit when he couldn't figure out how to get the plastic wrap off his ikea desk. ( worth eight points. )

robert schwartzman and antonio giovinazzi had countered that by gluing clown wigs to the headphones used by the ferrari pit wall. to this day, mattia still didn't know who was responsible. ( worth five points. ferrari were already enough of a joke as is. )

and suddenly they were in sao paolo, and the season was almost over. begrudgingly, hulkenberg had relented and crowned the younger group the winners.

y/n had hefted the large lego trophy with a proud look on her face, standing in the center of oscar piastri's king-sized hotel bed while the other reserve drivers clapped for her from the floor.

they had gathered together for one last hurrah, a night without pranks or fighting or superiority complexes. a night to celebrate: logan, nyck, oscar and nico were all being promoted.

and y/n had news of her own that she planned to announce after the season ended in abu dhabi: she would be leaving f1 to go to formula e and act as the reserve and development driver for avalanche andretti now that she knew for certain that vasseur would not be renewing her alfa contract for another year.

jamie would be leaving for indy nxt, and liam for japanese super formula. it was truly their last night all together, their last night of things being the way that they used to be.

"i think we need to end this season properly." pietro insisted, reaching for the bottle of ferrari trento that was in the middle of the circle where they were all sitting. "it's our last season together, so forgive me for growing attached to you motherfuckers."

with news of nico returning to grid with his new place at haas, he had been quick to hand the reins of the prank war to his young apprentice. pietro fittipaldi intended to take his job very seriously, and was already dividing the teams for the 2023 season.

"psst, i'll still be around." y/n said, hopping down from the bed. "someone's gotta keep piastri in check. and who else is going to remind you all just how fuckable your bosses are."

"ugh, never say those words again, i beg you!" antonio begged. "if i ever hear you talk about 'daddy mattia' again, i swear i will put a laxative in your drink, just like i did to steiner."

the laxative stunt had won giovinazzi eight points, but at what cost? guenther had been pissed off for the rest of the weekend, and there had been a smell lingering around the haas motorhome despite f1's best efforts at cleaning it up.

y/n just laughed, holding out her plastic solo cup. "hit me, fittipaldi. i want as much champagne as can fit in this glass."

pietro shook his head, but abided the testing driver's request, filling the solo cup up to the line.

"what do you say that we make this night a little more interesting?" jack doohan proposed, looking over at oscar and y/n out of the corner of his eye.

the two young adults were sitting directly next to each other, their knees touching through their jeans. and then jack suddenly had the best worst idea ever.

he turned to liam, lowering his voice and whispering something into the kiwi's ear before they both burst out into sly grins.

"oi, fitti, how much champagne is left in that bottle?"

pietro frowned, looking at the green glass bottle in his hands. "like, a third. why?"

"just drink it so we can use the bottle." liam suggested, offering up his own solo cup. "pour the rest of it in here."

"nope." robert schwartzman cut in. "liam, i refuse to deal with your drunk ass again. that can be somebody else's problem today."

as pietro passed off the bottle, nico met liam's shit eating grin. still chuckling to himself, the red bull junior nodded in the direction of oscar and y/n, who were signing the nineties song blasting from pietro's phone in a very tipsy, our of key way. but somehow, they were perfectly in tune with each other, even if their rendition of 'hot in herre' didn't match up with one nelly was singing on the other end of the phone speaker.

nico's eyes widened as he watched jack set up the bottle in the middle of the circle.

they were going to play spin the bottle, but with the number of men outweighing the number of women, it was a set up for chaos. but even more than that, it was supposed to be a way to get two very specific lovesick idiots to finally admit how they felt about each other.

"who's ready for spin the bottle?!" liam shouted, being met with cheers from some of the other guys. guys who just wanted to see something really stupid that they could use as blackmail material.

but nobody missed how oscar and y/n instinctually moved away from each other as pietro shut the music off, a dusting pink on their cheeks as y/n moved to put jamie in between her and oscar.

"aren't we a little old for this?" stoffel vandoorne sighed. "we are grown ass adults."

liam shrugged. "you don't have to play if you don't want to."

"and let you jackasses have all the fun?"

"i say trophy bearer over there goes first." jack proposed, pointing at y/n.

nobody missed the way that her eyes flicked to oscar, nerves settling in her stomach. it was fine, she told herself. there was no way that the bottle would land on oscar. and next year, she'd be in a different paddock and her heart could cool down from all the ways that the aussie used to make it race.

taking a deep breath, she leaned forward to spin the empty trento bottle, nails scraping against the label. she closed her eyes, sitting back on her heels and crossing her fingers behind her back that god would be on her side.

hoping and praying that it wouldn't land on oscar.

and because her eyes were still closed, she didn't have a chance to watch jack nudge his foot into the circle, stilling the bottle's movements so that it landed on oscar piastri.

oscar's face flushed pink as he leaned back against the bed. next to him, liam and jack cheered, as did nico from the other side of the circle.

"oscar and y/n!" the german cheered. "now where's the closet? we're playing full seven minutes in heaven, out here we'll set the timer. you kids have fun." nico winked

trying not to make eye contact with each other, oscar and y/n got to their feet, slowly walking over to the closet like they had been sentenced to the gallows.

"ladies first." oscar coughed out, sliding the mirrored door open and allowing y/n to slip inside the confined space. the future mclaren driver followed her inside.

they stood less than two feet apart, breaths heavy.

"we don't have to do this if you don't want to." oscar said quietly. "nico is a jackass. we can just stand here and talk for seven minutes."

"oscar," she cut him off. "i need to tell you something." the time for being a coward was over. she wasn't going to be here next year. if oscar didn't feel the same, at least she wouldn't have to deal with seeing his stupid, pretty face every day. "i'm not coming back next year. vasseur told me that management is changing, and that the new guy isn't likely to keep me around if i'm never going to drive competitively again. i'm going to andretti, oscar. i'm going to be a formula e reserve in 2023."

"what? what do you mean you went to andretti?" oscar's voice was faint as he stared at her, his eyes slowly moving from her plump, pink lips, down to her tiny black garage top, the lace of her bralette peeking through the deep-cut collar, her cleavage on perfect display.

if he was ever going to do something with his feelings, now would be the time.

but y/n didn't even give him the chance, pressing up on her toes to smash her lips to oscar's, his hands flying to her waist. it was a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue as oscar pushed her back against the wall.

sometimes, a kiss could say more than words.

she moaned as oscar's hands squeezed her thighs through her army green flare pants, the aussie taking that moment to gently slip his tongue in between her lips. her fingers carded at his hair, gently pulling a small handful, eliciting a growl from the driver's throat before he changed his area of focus, hungrily kissing her neck.

y/n gasped at the feeling, a sensation made double as oscar's cold hands touched her skin, teasing the bottom of her shirt, running over her toned stomach.

"oscar." she whined, feeling a familiar ache in between her thighs. in the back her mind, she wondered if they were nearing the end of their seven minutes.

or if nico had even bothered to count.

they got their answer when a harsh knock on the closet door startled oscar so much that he tripped on his own feet, falling to the carpeted floor.

"time's up, kiddos!" stoffel shouted from the other side. "make yourselves decent and then get your asses back out here."

getting decent would be difficult: her hair was a mess, a hickey already forming on the side of her neck, and there was definitely a bulge in oscar's jeans that wasn't there when the duo entered the closet.

"fuck." she mumbled, resting her head against the wall. "what do we do?"

"it's my room." oscar reminded. "i can just kick them out, and we can finish what we started."

"good plan." y/n agreed, throwing the closet door open.

the pair stumbled out, and oscar found himself tugging the tails of his button up shirt over his crotch, hoping that nobody could tell how massively turned on he was.

"everybody out!" he shouted. "this night has been incredible, but i'm very tired and have things to do in the morning." he lied blatantly, dragging dennis and jack to their feet.

logan gave him a very confused look. "the fuck? tomorrow is race day? they don't need any of us."

"logan." jamie said gently "read the room."

it took the american a minute as the rest of the reserve drivers groaned, abandoning their night of champagne and debauchery. or at least, relocating it from oscar's room. but when the pieces clicked in his mind, his eyes went wide. "what the fuck? you're kicking us out so you can fuck, aren't you?"

"ew!" robert shouted. "god, you guys are terrible!"

jack and liam just winked at each other as they slipped into the hallway, thankful that their plan had worked, and that the two would finally stop being idiots around each other.

"yes, now get the fuck out unless you want to watch." y/n concluded, kicking theo pourchaire in the back to try and get him to stand up.

"wait, live porn is an option? i'll hide in the closet, i swear you won't even know that i'm there!" pietro shouted, half joking and half not as oscar pushed him through the doorframe.

"out!" oscar shouted again, holding the door open as all of the drivers walked out in single file.

"call us in the morning and tell us all about it, love." jessica winked at y/n as she and jamie followed stoffel out.

"oh of course." y/n agreed. "see you all in the morning. or not!" she shouted down the hallway before oscar closed and locked the door.

they stood toe to toe, soft smiles on their faces.

"hi, lover." she said softly, eyes on his lips.

"hi." he said, just as soft as he pressed his lips to hers. "no, where were we?"

"well, i think you were about to do this." she hummed, pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it to the ground.

oscar's eyes darkened at the sight. the lacy black bralette was even better now that he could see all of it, the halter strap sweeping up around the back of neck. as she spun around, he could see the thin strap draping low down on her back.

"god, you're beautiful." he rasped.

she wasn't prepared for how deep his voice was going to get, but it thrilled her to no end, knowing that she'd had that effect on oscar this entire time.

"you know what makes it even better?" she lowered her voice, pretending to be distracted as she started to undo the buttons on oscar's shirt. "i'm wearing a matching thong."

"bed, now." oscar insisted, sweeping her off her feet.

it was going to be a looong night.

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abitohoney · 10 months

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Bend and Break (Not Just the Rules)

Chapter 4 of 5 - Bend and Break

AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Modern AU, College/University AU, Professor Sevika, Student Reader, Humor, Porn With Plot, Eventual Smut, Teacher-Student Relationship, a lot of this is probably super cliché and a bit silly, but I don’t give two shits cause it’s fucking hot and funny, Drinking, Masturbation, Smoking, Teasing, Size Difference, Enthusiastic Consent, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Sub Reader, Light BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, (yes I like the emotional whiplash of both kinks), Vaginal Fingering, Strap-Ons, Orgasm Delay, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Aftercare

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: When a hot professor in your field of study enters your radar, you’re quick to jump at the opportunity to get closer by taking her class. Temptations eventually lead the two of you to bend and break more than just the rules.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3. Trying to catch up here.

You were down to literally your last chance to get somewhere with Professor Sevika. You’d already been to your last class, taken the final exam, and now all you had left was one more evening with her as her assistant to help finish out the semester. You weren’t sure what exactly she’d be having you doing considering grades were due the prior evening, but that was the last thing on your mind. Instead, you were focused on making yourself as irresistible as possible.

Posed in front of a large floor length mirror, you turned and angled your body, making sure everything was well in place and perfect. You’d pulled out all the stops that night. Dressed to the nines in a tiny pleated miniskirt that exposed far more than it covered, an equally tiny but also very sheer top without any bra beneath, and finally your best pair of cheeky, lace underwear. And to top it all off, you sported a cute pair of flats (because why wear heels when part of your professor’s charm is that extra height she has over you), vanilla and lilac scented perfume, and went all out on your makeup and hair. You’d even gone so far as to use vanilla scented shampoo and soap that day.

Satisfied with your appearance, you grabbed your gift for your professor- a bottle of vanilla flavored whiskey wrapped in dark red tissue and tied off with a pretty gold ribbon- and made a beeline for the door.

As per your tradition, you arrived early. And as per her tradition, Professor Sevika was leaning against the exterior of the building enjoying a smoke. Although, it seemed, as you got closer, that she was nearly finished.

“You’re early.”

Another tradition, but with a twist. Even in the dim light of a distant lamp, you spotted how her lips curled ever so slightly as she spoke those words.

Was she being playful?

You smiled up at her coyly, hands behind your back to hide her gift. “Just excited.”

She raised a single brow and removed her cigarillo to blow a stream of smoke skyward. “And why is that?”

“Well,” you started, eyes rolling around as if trying to come up with a reason, “I’ll be graduating soon and…”

“And?” she asked when you simply trailed off.

You rocked back and forth on the heels of your feet. “And this is my last night with my favorite professor.”

Her eyes met yours, and you tried to read her expression, challenged her with your own gaze to reply to that compliment. She didn’t supply a verbal response, but the little upward tug of her lips said it all.

Tonight was it. Your last chance to get something from her, and you weren’t leaving without at the very least a confession, but hopefully something a bit more.

A cool breeze blew between the two of you, sending goosebumps crawling over your exposed skin. You shivered, involuntarily, despite your effort to remain composed and keep your eyes locked on hers.

“Without a jacket again?” She asked with a shake of her head. She tossed the remains of her cigarillo to the ground, rubbing the toe of her polished black shoes against it and the dirt until only tiny, broken tendrils of smoke remained.

You could tell she wasn’t truly disappointed, not when that sexy little smirk still painted her face.

She shrugged her leather jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. She leaned down to bring her lips dangerously close to your ear. “I know you’re smarter than that, sweetheart.”

Shivers ran clear down your spine despite the warmth her jacket brought to your upper half. However, you found heat pooling elsewhere– low in your belly and between your thighs.

Fuck, she had the most sinfully husky voice. Arousing enough to make your legs ache. And good god she hovered beside your ear for far too long. Though it was only seconds, you could feel her warm breath fan across your exposed neck and threaten to bring you to your knees right there.

She was toying with you. Teasing you. You were certain of it.

Then you heard the faint sound of her taking a deep breath through her nose.

Was she... smelling you?

“Vanilla?” she rasped, and you could have sworn you felt her ghost the tip of her nose along the edge of your ear.

You slowly turned your head, craning your neck to peer up at her with a mixture of nervousness and longing. This close, you could see those stormy gray eyes through her glasses, and how they fell to your slightly parted lips, lingering for far too long to be coincidental. How they dilated when you gave her a meek nod. And you could smell her . Overwhelmingly so. So warm and smoky. Your own eyes fell to her lips, watching with unmistakable desire as they parted, the very tip of a pink tongue running along the bottom edges of her top teeth.

Suddenly you forgot how to breathe. Or swallow. Or stand.

Your knees gave way, but before you could even make it halfway to the ground, a strong, large arm caught you around your waist. And just like that, your confidence blew away like the cool breeze. You were held firmly against your professor’s warm, rigid body. Her soft breasts pressed against- or with the height difference more like sat atop- your own and all you could do was stare up at her, lost in a turbulent mix of feelings and sensations. One of your hands, without your realization, had released its grip on her gift and planted itself firmly atop her closest shoulder, and god you had to look like such a fool. A damsel in distress. Pathetic. Desperate. Needy .

You had come planning to win her over, but you weren’t prepared for this. Not here. Sure, you’d face-planted into her chest that one night and that was arguably far more… erotic than this, but you were drunk then, and she had not been quite so blatant in her teasing. And there had been no fucking smirk either.

God, her lips. Her dark, plush, sexy lips.

They were right there. Taunting you with that seductive grin. Just inches above your lips. If you could just– if your legs would cooperate– if you could get on your tiptoes and just close that distance-

“Let’s get you inside where it’s warm.”

Your eyes flew open. When had you even closed them? “Oh- okay. Yeah. S-Sorry,” you stammered and reluctantly removed your hand from her shoulder, your cheeks hot with embarrassment and desire.

She carefully slipped her arm off your waist, her fingertips brushing along the thin band of skin exposed between your bunched-up shirt and the waistband of your skirt.

That tiny stretch of skin felt like it had been touched by fire, every nerve alight along the path she’d taken. Your eyes widened again and you tried to read her expression, trying to determine if that was accidental or intentional, but she had already turned away and was making her way toward the entrance.

After taking a moment to compose yourself, you quickly raced after her, falling in step just behind her.

She held the door open for you, another tradition that had developed on the nights you came to assist her. Despite her having done it for months, you still swooned just as hard at the gesture. You’d never once caught her doing that for another student, or anyone else for that matter. Only you.

“Thank y-” Your words fell short when you felt her hand rest on the small of your back, gently guiding you through the doorway. Mind a whirlwind at that simple touch, you slowed your pace and let her walk ahead, noticing how she ever so lightly let her fingertips glide along the side of your waist as she passed. Wide-eyed, you tried to catch her expression, and though she moved too fast for you to really get a good look, you were certain you spotted her lips curl into a tiny smirk.

Fuck .

You weren’t even sure how you made it to the classroom. You could have sworn you simply floated there, following behind your professor like some sort of dazed drug addict looking for another hit. Arguably, that was exactly the case. You felt high as a kite on adrenaline and desire- fueled by all her subtle yet wildly exhilarating touches, advances, looks, and closeness you’d already received in the short period of time that night.

A soft click from behind you finally caught your attention.

Did she just lock the door? She doesn’t usually do that. Why did she do that?!

You didn’t dare look behind you to confirm though, nerves suddenly flaring up at the possible implications of that action. Instead, you silently followed Professor Sevika to her desk, trying to school your expression into anything but the anxiety and anticipation you felt welling up inside you.

She took a seat at her desk and pulled out her laptop from her bag while you awkwardly stood at the side of the desk, awaiting her instructions.

“I don’t have any of the usual for you tonight as all the grades are already entered, but you can start by cleaning the whiteboard.”

That was not at all what you expected. Your disappointment was short-lived though, because when you glanced back at the whiteboard you spotted a small stepstool, a clever idea coming to mind. Barely keeping your impish smile in check, you set her gift- which you amazingly hadn’t dropped during any of those exhilarating moments- down on her desk.

Her gray eyes peered over the rim of her glasses at the wrapped bottle, then back up to you with a raised brow.

“A little thank you gift,” you explained, “For a wonderful semester, and for letting me be your assistant.”

Her gaze dropped to the gift again. She hesitated briefly, then pulled it closer.

“You know you don’t owe me anything,” she said quietly, but you saw the little pull of her lips as she united the gold ribbon and pulled back the red paper to reveal the bottle. She picked it up, turning it as she examined the label.

You rocked back and forth from your heels to your toes in anticipation, hands clasped behind your back and a dopey, hopeful grin on your face.

God, please tell me she likes it!

You’d certainly spent a good amount on it. Wanted only the best for your favorite teacher.

“This is… very nice,” she finally said, smirking as she regarded you. “Seems you know my tastes quite well.”

You weren’t sure if it was just in your head, but you were pretty certain there were other implications behind that last statement.

“Might be enough to get you through the first quarter of next semester” you joked.

She chuckled, a low, throaty sort of laugh that made the tiny hairs covering your body stand on end. Her gaze lingered on you for a moment before she finally turned to grab something from her briefcase. She pulled out her thermos and poured a small amount of the whiskey into both the thermos and its cap. Handing you the cap, she grinned up at you.

“A toast?” you asked, offering her your own crooked grin.

She nodded and you brought your drink to hers.

“To my favorite teacher.”

“To my favorite student.”

Your cheeks grew hot at the compliment, and you hoped she wouldn’t notice it as you threw your drink back in one go. It burned just like the whiskey she let you try before, but this one was much smoother, and the vanilla more prevalent. Obviously you’d done good. And the delightful little smirk Professor Sevika gave you once she finished her own only drove that point further home.

“Cleaning supplies are on the table over there,” she said with a nod toward said table before turning her attention to her laptop.

Perfect .

To make sure your next plan of attack proceeded at maximum potential, you slipped off your professor’s jacket and draped it across the back of her chair. Couldn’t have the lovely outfit you’d picked out just for her covered by that big- albeit delightful smelling- jacket of hers.

“Thank you, again, for letting me borrow that.”

“Mhm.”

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You made quick work of cleaning the whiteboard, occasionally glancing back at your professor to see if she was sneaking any glances at you. She wasn’t. Not yet at least. But she would.

While still up on the step stool, you called out to her, “How’s it look?” Just as her head started to turn in your direction, you bent over to set the cleaning supplies back on the table beside you. You kept your eyes on her though, smiling with feigned innocence. You damn near vibrated in place with how ecstatic you were when she peered at you from over the rim of her glasses.

And oh how that damn sexy crooked grin of hers grew as her eyes trailed up your very exposed legs and bottom.

She pushed her chair back away from the desk and swiveled to fully face you. She never once looked at the whiteboard. Just kept her eyes on yours as she replied, "Good. Very good."

Then, she did something you were not expecting. She locked eyes with you, lips curled into the most devious grin, slid her hand over the ruler at the edge of her desk and used it to push a pen off the front corner.

Never in your life had a pen hitting the floor sounded so loud in your ears. It downright echoed in your head as you stared at her wide-eyed, realization of what she was doing, what she was going to have you do, making your heart fall into the pit of your stomach.

“Oops. Mind getting that for me, sweetheart ?”

Oh boy. Oh shit. Oh fuck.

You’d done it. Finally pushed her over the edge, just like she’d done with that damn pen. But what was waiting over that edge for you, you weren’t certain. However, you were sure it would be something she’d been itching to do for a long time if that evil- albeit undeniably sexy- little smile of hers was anything to go by.

So you carefully stepped off the stool and made your way toward her desk. Neither of you broke eye contact until you were standing just inches in front of her. Ever-so-slowly you turned so your back was to her, and bent over to pick up the fallen pen. You knew you were revealing far more than you should be to your professor, but you also knew that was exactly what she wanted you to do, and what you wanted to do. But what would she do next? Simply look and enjoy the view? Would she say something? Would she... touch you?

You no more than laid your fingers on the fallen pen when you felt something touch the inside of a thigh, just above your knee. You froze, fingers barely keeping you steady from where they pressed against the floor, as you felt that something start to ever so slowly drag up the inside of your leg. That something was cool like metal, and sharp.

The ruler.

Your heart rate spiked as it crept higher and higher. Every muscle in your body tensed, the anticipation of how far she would go sending you near panic.

This was what you wanted. Her attention. Her touch- granted it wasn’t her direct touch. Yet, in all honesty, you never thought you’d get that far.

Goosebumps followed the trail of the ruler despite your body temperature skyrocketing. And then, just before reaching the apex of your thighs, it stopped. You released the breath you hadn't even known you were holding in a pathetic whimper, only to suck it back in a gasp when you felt the ruler start to lift your skirt.

You heard your professor adjust in her seat behind you, and dear god she made the most wonderful sound. A low sort of hum- of appreciation.

“You wear these for me, or that foolish boy you’ve been so blatantly flirting with the last half of the semester?”

What?

Your head was in such a tizzy you had no clue what she was talking about.

“I asked you a question!” she snarled.

Oh lord!

Think!

'You wear these for me…?'

Oh!

“F-For you,” you stammered.

“Hmm. Very pretty.”

Fuck.

That praise. That sweet, lovely praise. And she said it in such a sultry tone that just made her already absurdly sexy voice that much sexier.

“I- I’ve done all- all this for you,” you admitted, cheeks burning uncomfortably hot. “All my outfits, hair, makeup- all for you, Professor.”

“Then why flirt with the boy?”

You said nothing, no desire to admit to your foolish attempts to make her jealous. She knew anyway. She had to. And you were pretty certain she knew what you’d been up to all along. Just wouldn’t come out and say anything until now.

“Answer me,” she growled.

“I- I just wanted your attention!” you nearly screamed. Your other hand flew to cover your mouth. There likely wasn’t anyone in the building this late, especially after classes ended, besides maybe the janitorial staff, but you didn’t want to risk it. Especially not with your current… predicament . Would be a little hard to explain why you were bent over in front of your professor wearing an entirely too skimpy outfit while she all but gaped at your exposed bottom.

You felt the ruler suddenly slip away, your skirt falling back in place to cover what little it could in your position. You waited, several agonizing seconds of silence, for her to say something. You could feel the tiny beads of sweat forming along your forehead near the hairline.

“Stand up.”

You nearly jumped at the command, but obediently stood, the fallen pen still lying long forgotten on the floor.

“Turn.”

Slowly, you did, until you found yourself toe-to-toe with your now standing professor. She absolutely towered over you, and you didn’t need to look up to know those stormy gray eyes were burning a hole in your skull.

“So, you admit it?” she sneered.

You chanced a glance up at her, craning your neck to see her face. She didn’t look angry. Quite the contrary. She looked utterly delighted, a sinister smile painting her face. “Ad-Admit what?”

She stalked around you, a predator circling its prey, and you turned with her, terrified eyes never leaving hers.

“You’ve been trying to get me to bend and break the rules all semester,” she sneered. Then she stepped closer, crowding you and forcing you to take a tentative step back.

Your mouth went dry, throat suddenly blocked by an invisible barrier.

“Tempting me with your pretty little outfits. Showing off all that delicious skin. Wearing my favorite scent. Even went so far as to put on that ridiculous show and attempt to make me jealous. Did it all knowing damn well I couldn’t act on any of it. Not with a student.” she continued, forcing you back further until your lower back hit her desk.

Oh fuck.

She leaned closer to you, dangerously close, chest damn near touching yours, and planted her palms against the desk, effectively pinning you in place. “ Didn’t you ?”

You leaned back, trying to keep your eyes level with hers. Voice trembling, you stammered out a quiet reply, “Y-Yes… But I- I just wanted to-”

“Bend over!”

“What?”

“Bend. Over.”

The way she emphasized those words made it clear she wouldn’t accept any more dawdling, yet you hesitated, peered over your shoulder at the desk behind you then back up at her. She simply raised a brow, challenging you to disobey. Like hell you ever would, so you carefully turned, still caged between two muscular arms, and bent over the desk. You rested on your forearms and stared ahead, legs trembling in anticipation.

Her hands disappeared from your sides, and she flipped your sorry excuse for a skirt up over your back, fully revealing your equally sorry excuse for panties. Then you felt the flat of the ruler press against one of your exposed asscheeks.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

She leaned over you, her large, firm body pressing along the back of your smaller one, soft breasts pressing so teasingly against your upper back. The tiny, flimsy shirt and skirt you wore did nothing to protect you from the warmth of her skin pressed against you, and your mind went completely blank. All you could do was focus on all the points of contact, including her lips brushing along your ear.

She pulled the ruler back and whispered, voice husky and dripping with the promise of sin, “The only thing I’m going to bend and break is you.”

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