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viennakarma · 8 months

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After you

Fernando Alonso x reader

Summary: There's a life before becoming Fernando's sugar baby and there's a life after becoming his sugar baby.

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: Smut, female reader, +18, sex (p in v), unprotected sex, established relationship, sugar baby x sugar daddy, Dom!Nando, little breath play (choking), spanking, face slap, a bit of dirty talking, degradation, overuse of pet names (bc it's spanish duh!), big age gap (reader is early 20s, in college), everything implicitly consensual, not beta read

Note: i'd like to start by saying you nando fuckers were right and these 3 fernando media (see above) changed my life forever, thank you. gentle reminder that english is not my first language (so please bear any mistake), I'm also considering taking requests for F1 drabbles and oneshots, would anyone be interested?

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As soon as you enter the flat, you take off your overcoat and leave it behind the door. You go to your room, but you stop when you see several gift boxes laying on the floor beside the bed, which you recognize the brands, Tiffany, La Perla, Chanel, among others. But you feel exhausted from college finals and you leave the boxes behind and head straight for the bathroom.

Eight months ago, when you lived in a tiny dorm on campus, working two shifts beyond university to pay for your studies, all these brands used to be a distant luxury you would never afford on your own.

But there was a life before becoming Fernando Alonso's sugar baby; and another one after all that.

Now you have a nice, comfortable, luxurious apartment close to campus, your university is fully paid for months in advance, and you don't have to use the dorm's communal bathroom. It sometimes feels like a dream and you think you're going to wake up back in that moment much earlier.

You fill the bathtub and take off your clothes, looking in the mirror, you see two hickey marks near your breasts. Fernando was mindful not to leave marks in visible places. You step into the tub and allow yourself to be enveloped by the scented salts and bubble soap. You rub yourself slowly, pushing away all the tiredness and stress of the entire day, using the shower gel that Fernando liked on you.

After scrubbing yourself down, you step out of the shower wrapped in a fluffy robe. You dry your hair with the dryer, and head back to the bedroom.

On top of the gifts there is a note that you missed before.

“To my girl, I know you worked really hard to do well on your finals. Enjoy your gifts. See you tonight, cariño. - Fernando"

You open Tiffany’s blue box first, it's the smallest one. Contains a pair of star-shaped diamond earrings, and a silver necklace with a matching pendant. You smile when you realize that it's been eight months and he already knows your taste for clothes and accessories. The second box you open is a Coco de Mer, a lingerie brand. With two pairs of lingerie inside, both in lace, one black, with stockings and garter belt and the other red, transparent with ribbons that cross the abdomen.

Getting out of bed, you pull on the black one, adjust the stocking on the garter belt and hang the robe in the bathroom again, staring at your reflection in the mirror, barely registering the messy young misfit you were just months ago.

The other boxes mostly contain clothes and accessories. Pants, skirts, dresses, handbags, wallets and backpacks. After taking a look at everything, you take the pieces to the closet and leave them on the chair to arrange later.

Then you hear the sound of the front door opening and you know it's Fernando. You lay down on the bed and wait for him. Lying on your stomach with your butt in the air, you look at Fernando when he enters. He's not wearing his team shirt, he's just wearing a white shirt and denim pants. He stares at your body, but your eyes settle on a box in his hand, he puts the box, his phone and wallet on the bedside table. He smiles, moving closer and bending over to leave a gentle bite on your ass. His masculine scent envelops you and you feel the urge to rip his clothes off and push him on the bed, and ride his cock until the sun comes up tomorrow.

“Hi, bebé,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your temple, “How were the exams?” he asks as he sits on the king size bed, his back against the headboard. He pats his own thigh, and you quickly crawl up, onto his lap sitting facing him. You hope he feels your underwear wet with anticipation.

“Thermodynamics was easy, but Quantum Physics, not so much,” you say, as he opens the box that you know as one of Belgian chocolates, your favorite.

“You’ve studied so hard for both, so I think you'll do well,” he says, pulling out a chocolate with almonds from the box. With his other hand, he grips your hip.

He brings the chocolate up to your mouth and you take a bite, wiggling in his lap as the chocolate melts in your mouth.

“You did so well on your test last week,” he compliments, and his gentle tone turns you on even more. You feel his fingers making way inside the lace of your panties and you hold on to his shoulders, keeping your balance and granting more access to you.

He takes another chocolate from the box and takes a bite of it as his fingers find your pussy. Fernando rubs his index and middle fingers, spreading your wetness. You melt into his arms and place your hand on the back of his neck. He gives you the second piece of chocolate at the same time as his fingers penetrate you. You're so wet, his fingers slide easily inside, massaging your pussy calmly, oh so calmly that you roll your hips into his fingers, trying to make him go faster.

“Quiet, princesa,” he commands, and you stop the hip movement. He shoves the fingers that were holding the chocolate into your mouth, and you suck hard until his fingers are clean.

His other hand, the one inside your panties, you feel keeping the maddening slow pace, completely ignoring the need for relief in your clit. You slide a hand down your belly to bring it to your clit, but he takes your hand away and cups your chin, a possessive look in his brown-almost-green eyes.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?" he asks brusquely, and you just stare at him. “Eh? Did I?”

“No,” you reply huskily, knowing he can feel you getting even wetter at his firm tone. He slaps your cheek, and your pussy throbs around his fingers, you can see in his eyes that he feels it. And he absolutely loves it.

“No, what?” he says, a smug smirk on his face.

“No, sir.” you say and he strokes the cheek he slapped. Fernando takes your chin and pulls your lips to his. He kisses you obscenely, with lips and tongue and his face inching up against yours.

“I know your week has been pretty stressful, then behave yourself so you can get your reward, okay?” he says in a gentle tone, finally picking up the speed of his fingers and pushing the palm of his hand against your swollen clit. You whimper, holding a moan in your throat and the urge to move your hips to keep pace with him and come faster, but you hold back.

Then Fernando's phone rings, interrupting the two of you. He lets the phone ring, and you groan when his other hand grips your hip tightly, squeezing your ass. The phone stops ringing, but then it rings again.

“No, Nando, please… Don't answer it, Papi” you whimper, already feeling his fingers stop stimulating you. He grabs your hips and places you to the side, back on the bed.

“So needy, bebé,” he mutters, biting softly on your chin before getting up, “I need to pick this call, babygirl. Won’t be long, yeah?” He grumbles, taking the phone from the nightstand. you watch as Fernando answers, muttering “Alonso speaking,” as he leaves the room.

Frustrated, you lie back on the mattress and stare at the ceiling, knowing he's probably going to take longer than he said he would. He always took long calls about his team, or his car, or whatever. It's almost involuntary as your hands slide down your abdomen and you rub your thighs together to get some friction. With your hands, you gently pinch your nipples through the lace of your bra, feeling a hypersensitive moan escape your lips. You slide your hands and press your clit over the wet panties, just looking for some relief while he doesn’t come back.

The need for release is stronger than you are as you slide your hand inside your panties, circling your clit with pressure, gasping.

At that moment, Fernando re-enters the room, and you quickly remove your hand. But the furious look on his face tells you he already caught you red handed. Heart racing, you watch as he clicks his tongue in a reproving gesture. He walks into the closet and returns with a pair of leather cuffs.

“I thought I made myself clear…” he murmurs, yanking hard on your wrists to get you to your feet, “You only touch yourself with my permission.”

You swallow hard when he cups your face and then slaps you across the face. You bite your bottom lip, smiling. He takes your wrists and secures them with the restraints, behind your back. Fernando slaps you again, and you feel the wetness pool in your panties.

“You love it, don't you?” He smirked with another slap. “Being treated like the slut you are. My slut. Knees on the floor,” he commands, his tone doesn't leave space for anything other than obedience.

His firm touch on the back of your neck compels you down until your knees meet the floor. You feel your mouth water as he starts struggling with his own belt, undoing the buttons on his pants just enough to pull his cock out. You immediately wet your lips and open your mouth, expecting to feel him on your tongue.

He shoves his cock into your mouth all at once, almost reaching your throat, and you have to control your gagging, eyes immediately watering.

“Open wide, babygirl” he gasps, taking control of slowly sliding into your mouth. He massages your face, as if to relax your jaw further. “Yes, just like that” he moans softly as he touches your throat.

He holds your head, keeping you still as the only movement is in his hips, his cock fucking your mouth. As you adjust to the volume of him moving in and out of your mouth, he picks up speed and you feel saliva wetting his entire length and running down the side of your mouth, dripping to your chin.

“Want me to fuck you, huh?” he asks but doesn't release you from his cock so you're able to answer. “Want to cum, bebé?”

He doesn’t let you go, nor does he take his cock out of your mouth. So you just hum around him, the vibration of your voice making him let out a groan.

“I don't know…” He pretends to think a little, his hips stuttering. “You disobeyed me, didn't you? I don't think you've earned your reward yet.”

He pulls his cock away from your mouth, and you watch a trail of saliva break from the distance. You close your mouth, taking the opportunity to relax your jaw.

“¿Cuál es tu color? (what's your color?)” he asks, his voice going immediately tender, looking down on you.

“Verde. (green)”

“Up you go” Fernando points to the bed as he removes the belt from the cases of his pants, and you quickly get to your feet and throw yourself face down on the mattress, your arms still pinned behind you. “On all fours” He commands and you obey, the top of your head pressed into the pillow and your ass in the air.

You feel his fingers gently rub up and down on your hips, and then he finally removes your panties. Not an instant later, you feel the belt snap on your ass, stinging.

“What did you do wrong, princesa?” he asks, then hits you with the belt once again, making you shiver.

“I touched myrself without-” you cut yourself off with a mewl when you feel the crackle of the burning leather belt again, “-Without your-” Two consecutive hits make you whimper against the pillow, but you keep going, because you know that if you stop, he will start your punishment again, “-Without your permission" you complete, panting loudly. He hits you three more times and you feel like you could come with just one touch on your clit.

“Without your permission, who?” And two more cracks of the leather against your asscheeks. The frustration of wanting to come is so great that you feel your abdomen trembling.

“Without your permission, sir!” you almost scream, desperate. So thirsty for his touch you know you’re dripping with desire and ruining the sheets.

“I don't know…” He says, as if he's thinking out loud as his hands caress your buttocks, “Do you think you deserve to come?"

“Yes please! Nando please! I want it so bad, papi…” you don't feel ashamed to beg, when your body so badly needs relief, something only he can give you.

You feel him move behind you, and a second later, his cock fills you in one movement, making you scream his name into the pillow.

“Oh, always perfect for me…” He groans, pulling out only to slam back in again. His hands secure the restraint on your wrists, your hands manage to touch his forearm and you sink your nails into his skin for balance.

Your eyes roll in your head, pleasure consuming you like flames as his hips keep pounding into you, and you feel grateful for his demanding exercises routine from motorsports, because it makes his stamina last so long. You feel hypersensitive, like you can feel the friction in every molecule in your body, the pleasure in your pussy and he just keeps going, Fernando’s groaning louder by the second.

You feel when the orgasm approaches, that tingling in your body and your pussy contracting desperately. But then he stops, withdrawing his cock. You whimper in desperation, the orgasm slipping away again.

“Fernando, please! Please, I need you…” you scream as he plunges into you, so deep he takes your breath away for an instant. One of his hands grips your hips and the other travels up your spine until it closes around the back of your neck.

Then he circles his hand around your neck and pulls you up until you're on your knees, your hips pressed against his as he thrusts harder, making your tits bounce with the movement. The only thing separating his chest from your back is the grip on your wrists between your bodies.

“Please, Nando! I’m so close- can- can I cum?”

“Go on, you can cum. I want to feel it,” he orders, squeezing your throat, obstructing your breathing slightly. It’s his accented voice that pushes you off the cliff, the orgasm finally seizing you so hard you see stars in your vision, shivering as he holds you firmly up.

Your orgasm soon makes him come too, his groan in your ear as his hips push against you, slowing down as he fills you up.

When Fernando lets go of your neck, you fall limp on the bed, face first against the pillows. You feel his fingers release you from the restraints, and your arms fall to your sides. Fernando holds your wrists, massaging lightly. He kisses your shoulder softly and you smile lazily, all worn out, the way he likes you the most.

“Are you ok, princesa?” you hear him as you close your eyes.

“Yes, cariño. Never been better.” You murmur.

You keep your eyes closed as he wipes between your legs, and you feel as he rubs the soothing ointment onto your buttocks, then he uses a makeup wiper to clean your face. Fernando considers aftercare as important as sex, and you can't deny that you love the part of being lovingly pampered by him right after being fucked senseless.

Finally, he turns off the lights, pulls back the covers and lies beside you, your naked body being fully embraced by him. You get goosebumps when he nuzzles your neck, his beard tickling and making you giggle.

“I missed you a lot, mi cielo” He mutters against your skin.

“I missed you too, Nando. I loved seeing you so happy with that podium,” you say, pulling his hand up and kissing his knuckles.

“Thank you, maybe next time you should go cheer for me,” he kisses your collarbone.

“I’ll think about it, yeah?” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, “maybe after finals.”

“I'm sure you'll get high scores on your tests, bebé” he whispers, and you feel a rush of joy at making him proud.

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aureatchi · 5 months

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⛇₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ SANTA TELL ME IF HE REALLY CARES ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, nikolai, sigma

the pm is hosting a christmas party for yokohama! everyone is encouraged to bring a gift for the people they love…so what do the bsd men get you?

info. fem!reader. sm fluff. profanities from chuuya ofc LOL, them trying to outdo each other for you. pm hq has a rooftop floor here. implied reader is in the ada. wc. 3.1k

You walked inside the lavish lobby of the port mafia headquarters to be greeted by DAZAI, who immediately embraced you in his arms.

“Bella! You made it!” he exclaimed, pulling you in. You could feel the heat of his body warming you up, relieving you of the chilly weather outside.

“Of course, Osamu,” you giggled. “Wouldn’t want to miss something super special as this.”

Still trapping you in his hug, he led you down the hallway, one hand moving to playfully pat your head. Security guards parted to let the two of you through, entering the room where everyone was.

“So many people!” you exclaimed when you entered the headquarters’ formal dining hall decorated in Christmas festivities. Everyone was either chatting about or gathering by a table to get sweet desserts or hot chocolate.

“Want some hot chocolate to warm up, angel?” Dazai asked, looking towards the line.

“No thanks,” you replied. “You’ve warmed my heart up already.”

He gave you a smug smile in response, but you didn’t miss the light pink that also flushed his cheeks.

“Come over here.”

You followed Dazai as he made his way to a different table filled with wrapped presents and bags alike.

Dazai took one of them—the gift bag in your favorite color and handed it to you.

“For the gift exchange,” he smiled. “Merry Christmas, bella. I hope you like it.”

Your eyes lit up in joy, grateful and excited to see what he had gotten you. “Thank you!”

The first thing you pulled out of the bag was a custom heart pendant in your preferred metal—Dazai knew whether you liked silver or gold better. When you unclasped the locket, you saw matching pictures of you and Dazai inside, both bundled up in the snow. It was a good memory to look back at.

“This is so cute, Osamu.” You closed the locket and let the brunette place the jewelry around your neck.

“It looks even better on you.”

The second thing inside the bag was a box. Pulling it out, you saw that it was a Lego flower set.

“As much as you love flowers, they don’t last forever. However, these do!” You grinned widely at the thought and matching gift—Dazai always easily recalled your favorite things.

“We can build them together, too,” he continued, and you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I love them. You’re amazing at getting gifts.”

“I wouldn’t expect that at all.” Your attention was brought to the ginger-haired who had his arms crossed beside the both of you, a cheeky grin on his face. CHUUYA had a mug of eggnog in his hand, though you knew for sure he’d rather have a glass of red wine reserved for the evening party instead.

“Chuuya!”

“What’s up, doll?” he smiled, a different, sweeter tone entirely, as he strode towards you.

“What do you mean by that?” Dazai asked, referring to Chuuya’s earlier comment.

“Thought your taste in gifts would be shitty, just like you,” he chuckled as you greeted him with a hug.

“Hey, that’s a bit rude,” you whispered.

“Oh really?” Dazai responded with his own sarcastic laugh. “I’m not sure you could do any better.”

“You really underestimate me! Come with me, baby…we’re going to prove to the-thing-that-comes-with-the-discounted-bandages who really knows what to get a lady for Christmas!”

Dazai stood, jaw dropped, dramatically offended as Chuuya pulled you away.

You two walked to the other side of the room, where there were even more gifts under one of the many Christmas trees in the hall.

“Bastard,” Chuuya sulked under a scowl, picking up a box wrapped in crimson red, his statement color.

You chuckled in amusement. He riled up so easily, over something so trivial. “Don’t worry about him, Chuu. I already know I’m going to like what you got.”

“Ya better,” he replied, but cheered up from your words. “Are you able to hold it?”

He handed you the box, hovering his arms below for support in case you dropped it. Though it was a larger package, it was still a bit heavier than you expected.

“Yeah, I got it.” You then raised an eyebrow. What could be inside this gift?

You set it down on the nearest table, undoing the pretty bow of ribbon and wrapping paper that kept the mystery intact.

Inside, you were received with a record player.

“Oh, wow!”

You loved music, and you’d always wanted to start collecting vinyls as it looked cool, but everyone knew it was an expensive hobby.

Not only had Chuuya gotten that—a very nice one, too—he also got the records of your top ten favorite albums.

You looked through the covers, smiling with each new one you saw.

Chuuya explained a few things—how he was setting you up for good because he made sure you got a turntable player instead of a suitcase one, how you should replace the black slip mat with the white one he bought instead so your vinyls look prettier, how to not damage the records…you could hardly pay attention to him though because you were overjoyed at how thoughtful he was for that.

“You seem passionate. Do you collect them too?” you asked.

“No, I just wanted to research to find something good enough for you.”

You could feel your heart melt. He had really spent time picking this out after you’d only mentioned you finding record players vintage and cool twice, and you’d never even pointed out you’d want it as a gift.

“Thank you, Chuuya,” you said, leaning towards him, burying your face in his neck. “I love it…especially how you recall my favorite albums, too.”

“Of course doll,” he replied, running his hands through your hair. “Merry Christmas.”

You could’ve stayed like that, but your little moment with the port mafia executive was ruined when Chuuya glanced over at one of the snack tables to find all the food had just disappeared.

“Now what the fuck?”

You followed, looking at what he was looking at. Then, you realized the man standing by the table with a piece of cake—the last piece of cake.

RANPO caught your gaze and jumped, hyper from all the sugar he consumed. “There you are!” He ran towards you and shoved you on the ground, away from Chuuya.

“Hey man, what the hell is wrong with you?!” he shouted in annoyance.

Ranpo acknowledged the ginger-haired only then, looking up from where he had you suffocating in his arms. “Huh? Oh, sorry, didn’t see ya there.”

Chuuya grew even more infuriated at the provoke.

“You tryna pick a fight?”

“You still want to after knowing how last time turned out?”

Ranpo was referring to their last encounter, where Chuuya had embarrassingly lost against him from a single blow. But you didn’t need to know that.

So, Chuuya used all his willpower to keep silent under an outraged glare as he watched Ranpo drag you away to make sure he didn’t bring up any details about it.

“I got you a gift too!” Ranpo exclaimed as you walked back towards where the other agency members were hanging out. “Wanna guess what it is?”

“Hm…some sort of treat, that’s for sure,” you replied.

“Partly correct!” he replied. “That’s not all that I got you though.”

“Oh? How generous!”

“No!” his response was stern. “A princess like you deserves more…as the world’s greatest detective, noone would know that better than me.”

You smiled. “You’re right, Ranpo.”

With that, he handed you one of the cutest gift baskets you’ve seen. The actual basket was snowman-themed, and inside was everything you wanted that could fit in it—that pajama set you had in your online shopping cart, the new skincare products you’ve wanted to try, your favorite candle—you hadn’t even ever mentioned it to him before. And, of course, a lot of chocolate. Of course, Ranpo would also be the best gift-buyer, using his knowledge to his advantage.

The one thing that really stood out to you, though, was a jar of Hershey kisses, with a note on it that said:

KISSES WHEN I’M NOT AROUND.

It even had a chibi-fied face of the cute brunette on it.

“This is my favorite thing in this gift,” you said.

“Of course, because I know you always miss me when I’m not there to kiss,” Ranpo confidently stated. “Which is why I came up with a solution! They’ll never be as sweet as me, but it works.”

You laughed in delight. It was a very creative idea. “This is amazing; thank you, Ranpo!”

Never knowing how to respond to thankfulness directly, he answered it with something else. “Hey, there’s something on your nose.”

“Really?” You moved a hand to feel what was on there, but Ranpo grabbed your wrist to prevent you. Instead, he bopped your nose with his lips.

“There was frosting,” he said, probably from when he excitedly greeted you earlier.

“You enjoyed those desserts, huh?” you asked, glancing at the depleted table once again.

“Yup! It was just lying there, and noone said anything about how much you could take, so…!” He paused, trying to remember something.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

…

You chatted with agency and port mafia members alike a while after. Everyone was having a good time, even when Chuuya started bickering with Dazai and challenged him to a duel.

“Shithead!

“Mackerel!”

“How about you talk once you grow another two inches?”

As everyone was being entertained by Chuuya breaking an entire wall by throwing Dazai through it, your eyes were distracted by an elaborate bouquet of roses and baby breaths that you hadn’t noticed before.

Curious because it wasn’t by any other gifts, you left the crowd to inspect it.

You were surprised when you picked the arrangement up and saw that it was addressed to your name on a note. However, there was no name to say who it was from.

You looked around to see if anyone was nearby that could’ve placed the flowers there. But everyone else was watching the fight.

You flipped the note over, seeing a sketch of an elevator and a four-number code on the back.

An elevator?

You scanned the hall once again. The only elevator there was the one at the corner, restricted to the port mafia. The guests weren’t allowed to use it, and a security pad was guarding it.

You hesitated but then decided to approach the door. If someone gave you the code they wanted and were permitting you to use it, right?

Once again, no one protested because they were all distracted watching Chuuya on the ceiling, making sure Dazai couldn’t touch him. You pressed the four numbers into the pinpad and were congratulated with a correct ding! sound and the elevator sliding open.

You stepped inside and realized there was only one button—to go up. You pressed it, and the doors closed, moving you up.

Luxurious as always, the elevator had a glass window, the entire city of Yokohama coming into view as you went higher. A few seconds in, you realized that the elevator wasn’t going to stop until you reached the top.

You still weren’t sure who had mysteriously invited you to meet them. You hoped it wasn’t the boss—the doctor in charge creeped you out, if you were being honest. But you figured it couldn’t be him because he was also downstairs, chilling with the agency’s president.

Your heartbeat raced as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, adrenaline surging in anticipation of the surprise, coupling with the chilly breeze outside. You had reached the rooftop.

“You’re so easy to tempt; those flowers drew you in faster than a blind mouse to a piece of cheese laid in a trap.”

You smiled as you heard the foreign accent of the person near the edge riddle you while admiring the entire city below. “Hi, Fedya.”

FYODOR turned around, violet eyes meeting yours.

“I should’ve known.” Of course, the enigma was him—conundra was the Russian’s signature.

“How in the world did you even get here?” you asked, though you already knew the answer. He always had his ways to infiltrate anywhere—through deception, through hacking, anything goes.

“I invited ourselves,” he smirked, and only then did you notice his two subordinates on the other side, one in fear as the other tried to trip him over the ledge. “Didn’t want to miss out on the gift-giving either.”

Fyodor took out a jewelry box. “I hardly get to see you. So I thought to get you something that you could wear everyday.

“And this one is special, to remind you of my presence even more.” He opened it, revealing a bracelet, and like Dazai, he also knew what color jewelry suited you best. It was nothing too showy—it was simple, but it was classy, timeless, just like him.

And you noticed what made it special. There was no clasp. It was made to be welded on the person’s wrist—a forever bracelet.

“Choose wisely,” Fyodor said as you looked in awe. “Which wrist, milaya?”

You quickly contemplated and held out one of your wrists towards him as he took out tweezers and a small laser. You watched as he delicately fastened the bracelet around your arm, making sure it sat on your wrist perfectly.

“Finished, fine with it?” he asked when he was done, and you lifted your hand toward the horizon.

“It’s perfect, thank you,” you responded candidly. Then, Fyodor lifted up his own sleeve under his coat, revealing a matching one. You were almost stunned, because you didn’t think he would be the type to wear anything other than a necklace.

“Merry Christmas, dorogaya,” he softly said, pressing you against his chest in a hug.

“WAIT, WAIT! Dove, there’s still me! Don’t seal away your heart just yet!”

“Huh?” You both turned towards NIKOLAI, who kindly but quickly moved Fyodor away from you.

The next thing you knew, there were foil snowman and reindeer balloons in your hand, white confetti popped over you, acting as snow, and the jester standing in front of you presenting a large gift.

“To be honest, I’m scared,” you admitted, knowing his chaotic, playful nature.

“Why?” he giggled. “Think I’m going to scare ya, baby? You can take my word, there’s no jumpscares in this one.”

“You better not be lying,” you said and removed the lid of the black box that reminded you of a magician’s top hat.

And he was being truthful because you were greeted with the exact opposite of remarkable. He had gifted you plain, white socks.

“Wow, Kolya. I never even knew you were capable of being mundane.”

He laughed once again as he just set the box in front of you, not saying anything more as you stared at him in confusion.

You took the socks out. Surely, there was a catch. He was acting too suspicious. And the entire gift was odd. You found nothing tampered with on the socks, though. And there was nothing else in the box. So why was it so big? And why did it look deeper than where the bottom stopped?

You nervously looked at Nikolai before sticking both hands in. You felt your way around the level until you realized the entire package floor felt like paper machete, something used in piñatas and things like that.

By instinct, you lifted a fist and punched through the box. You immediately punctured through the false bottom, uncovering your true gift.

He celebrated. “Smart girl!”

There was an assortment of plushies—many of them. You always asked Nikolai to help you get some whenever you found claw machines at amusement parks, so he knew you loved stuffed animals.

Then, there was a large, fluffy throw blanket, perfect for winter.

“I got that because I know you’re probably so cold when I’m not hugging you.” True. Nikolai encapsulated you like a blanket whenever he came over.

“The thought of having this didn’t even cross my mind,” you said. “Well, that goes for everything you do,” you chuckled.

“That was really creative; I love it, thank you!”

Nikolai popped more confetti, this time in pink hearts. “She loves it! Happy, happy Christmas!”

He swung you off the ground, spinning you with ease until your own head started spinning the opposite way.

“Gogol! I think she’s dizzy!”

The two-tone-haired casino owner had a concerned look on his face, and you couldn’t tell if it was because your eyes were unfocusing or because Nikolai was throwing you around so easily. Strong guy.

Nikolai stopped, realizing he had gotten too excited. “Sorry, dove! Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah,” you responded, unable to keep your balance as you tripped over yourself. You landed on SIGMA’s torso, and he helped guide you to stand up properly again.

“Thanks, Sigma,” you replied. “How are you?”

“Good, now that I get to see you again.” He lightly blushed, breaking eye contact as you smiled. “I’m glad to see you too.”

“I got you something as well,” he replied, showing his own present. “I’m not sure what the people downstairs got you, and mine isn’t as fancy as Dostoevsky’s nor as extraordinary as Gogol’s, but I hope you like it.”

You felt warm, even in the icy weather. “Awh, just hearing that you got something for me is more than enough,” you replied. “I am so grateful no matter what.”

You took the present and opened it, first greeted by a new set of poker cards. However, this one was different because when you sifted through them, you realized it was the Decay of Angel’s custom set. You had been wowed by Nikolai’s Joker and Fyodor’s Jack when you first saw them, always using the set when you played a game with others.

But there was also a new addition to this stack. You were on it, taking your place as the queen.

“What? Sigma, this is so cool!”

There was one more thing inside. Your favorite lipstick in your favorite shade.

Sigma loved the color and even more how it looked on you. He loved how his cheeks would stain whenever you kissed him there—the pigmented contrast to his paler skin. You hardly needed restocking as you loved the lipstick yourself, but it was always good to have another extra.

“Merry Christmas,” Sigma said as you opened the container and swatched it on your face. You looked as beautiful as ever.

“Merry Christmas, Sigma,” you responded, kissing his forehead. Then, you pulled a cookie wrapped in a napkin from inside your coat and placed it in his mouth.

“Saved it for you,” you giggled. “There’s a lot downstairs. Maybe they’ll let you guys in if I say I invited you. Well, at least you.”

i heard if u rb, u will receive x2 gifts this xmas from ur favs! reblogs are appreciated; they are your christmas gift to me! <3

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boyfhee · 7 months

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AMBER AND ALCOHOL

g fluff w kissing, mentions of drinking, hee's tipsy n ri talked about tipsy hee from prada after party and i had to do this

“hey beautiful,” your soft gasp spins in the air as heeseung’s arms wrap around your waist from behind, his face nuzzled up in your neck; something that makes you freeze in your stance as you’re cleaning the kitchen counter after dinner.

“hee?” you say a little above the silence in the kitchen. the pendant lights being the only source of lighting around, it only reminds you how pretty he looks under the dim yellow glow— exactly what he’s thinking right now, about you. “back already?”

and you had expected him to stay out at least till an hour after midnight. after all, evening plans with the guys always keep him out of the doors of his apartment, usually inside a karaoke bar or someone's house, watching a movie. “hm, just missed you, my love,”

his arms wrap a little tighter around you as those words fall off his lips and you chuckle, assuming he’s feeling a bit clingier than usual. you feel his lips softly grazing against your shoulders, a touch that takes you to heaven and back. and it’s nice— to stand in the plain silence of the night, just the two of you and the sound of your soft conversations whispered into the air, just his kisses that trace along your neck, just the way you could stand there and soak in his presence forever.

you turn around, his arms not leaving your waist even for a second, pushing you against the counter instead as he steps closer, just close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your lips— your furrow your brows in dubiety. “did you drink?”

“a little,” he nods in response, whispering against your neck. “you smell so good, angel,” he leans in again, stroking his lips over your collarbones. “did you get a new perfume?”

“yeah, yesterday,” you reply with a soft hum.

and heeseung looks up at you, pulling you a little closer by your waist as he goes in for a kiss, his nose brushing against yours, lips just a few centimetres apart before you put your finger in between. “you reek of alcohol,”

“ah,” he pauses, looking at you before chuckling ever so quietly, burying his face in your neck once again, enamoured, drowsy, tipsy, against your clavicle. “guess i don’t smell as good at you,”

you feel his breath against your skin as you both laugh, a sound that resonates with melody and melancholy. you fingers fiddle with the tips of his hair, lips planting the softest kiss on his cheeks as if you’re muttering the sweetest confession. he feels the love he has for you overflow, it’s so much, so deep, it scares him. he knows it will drown him, he knows he will let it.

“wash up,” another kiss pressed against his cheeks, he nods slightly against your neck. “let’s go to bed,”

“if you keep using this perfume,” his hands fiddle with the hem of your dress, fingers slowly sliding under as he paints invisible patterns over your skin, now looking at you with the same half drunk expression in his eyes, not sure if it’s from love or alcohol. “i might not be able to stop myself from kissing you,”

and his gaze puts you in a light trance, unable to move or respond, far too spell bound by his voice that nothing else seems sensible enough. your eyes settle on his lips and he gets the hint, leaning in once again, an action, this time, mirrored by you as you whisper against his lips. “then i’ll make sure to wear it every day,”

his lips taste of love. a bit bitter, half chapped yet still so soft as they move against yours. you feel the slightest of beer on your tongue, the air smells of the bergamot in your perfume, accompanied by amber. it smells of alcohol as he pressed himself against yours, the feeling just as intoxicating as the drink he had. it smells of him and you,

and it smells of love.

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rockstar!sirius who’s always wearing rings and earrings and necklaces and looks hot as fuck and him and reader share jewelry!!!!! they swap rings and switch necklaces depending on what looks best or if they just want a little piece of the other person with them that day

this is a dance you and sirius dance every time he’s about to leave for tour.

he takes a case of jewellery- all his rings and chains but he always wants something of yours.

you never mind. how could you?

your boyfriend plies you with kisses; a sticky, wet mess of them from your cheek to your neck, and then he asks as sweetly as he can, “which of your necklaces can i have?”

his grey eyes look a little blue from how clear they are today- you know how badly you’re gonna miss him already.

“bring my jewellery box?” sirius is off you and holding the precious wooden box to his chest before setting it on your bed.

you rifle through some of your rings and pendants and smile when you stop upon one of your favourites.

it’s a dragonfly that’s filled in with moonstone- a pendant you’ve had forever and always love wearing.

“you can have this one.” you thread it through a chain and fit it around sirius’ neck.

his lips meet yours; “thanks puppy,” he kisses you again. “which of mine do you want?”

your fingers fall to the glossy chain he has on beneath the dragonfly, “this one.”

sirius takes it off quickly, “lift your hair,” he kisses you as he puts it on just to flaunt some degree of finesse. “there y’go; look stunning.”

#siriusblack #sirius black #sirius black one shot #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black imagine #sirius black drabble #sirius black fluff #sirius black blurb #sirius black x you #sirius black x yn #sirius black x black!reader #sirius black x reader #rockstar!sirius

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Are You Alone? | Benny Miller One-Shot

Pairing: Benny Miller x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.4k | AO3 Link

Benny Miller Masterlist

Summary: You take a girls’ trip and Benny misses you.

Warning: Think of this as a combo platter - you get a little fluff, a little angst, and a little smut. Benny Miller comes with his own warning. This is an established relationship and these two like their terms of endearment. There is a brief mention of a parent's illness. Mutual masturbation. Sexting. Body insecurity. There are also some Spanish phrases thrown in. If you have any questions let me know!

Header images are to set a vibe.

A/N: Although this is part of the “Are You On Mute” series (Part 1 and Part 2), this can be read as a standalone. I should be writing other things but Garrett Hedlund posted a bunch of photos on Instagram this week and well…this is what happened.

“Oops, look what you stepped under,” Benny grinned, his arm behind his back so you knew he was up to something.

You furrowed your brows together, “Bun. What are you up to?”

With a swift move, he swung his arm up and over your head suspending a sprig of mistletoe inches above your forehead. This was your first holiday season as a married couple and he was fully in the spirit. He’d gone a bit overboard buying decorations for the house, including an elaborate light display for the outside complete with a synced musical accompaniment.

“You gotta kiss me, sweetheart, it’s the rule,” his eyes trailed up to look at the mistletoe before cocking his head to the side and grinning.

You playfully rolled your eyes and pressed up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss, which of course he deepened immediately. He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“I have to finish packing,” you said as you reluctantly pulled away from him.

“You sure I can’t come with?” Benny exaggeratedly pushed out his lower lip, his blue eyes working overtime to aid in his pout.

“Baby, c'mon don't do that,” you rested your hands on his chest, playing with the pendant hanging from his silver chain. “We haven't had a girl's weekend in forever. Mom's feeling so good this year and my tias and cousins are coming in too. Besides, you know my sister could use the break from the kids,” you chuckled.

“I'm still going to miss you,” he murmured looking down, running his hands up and down your sides.

“I'll be back before you know it, Bun, and then we can do all the fun Christmas stuff you want. I'm sure you and the guys will figure out something fun to do while we're gone.”

Benny had a whole list of fun events around town and beyond that he wanted to go to with you; he was trying to make up for last year which was a bit of a blur. Between medical appointments for your mom and hospital visits, it wasn’t a festive and fun time. Instead, it was a time filled with stress and worry. Luckily you had your sister, her family, and Benny, of course.

One thing your mom loved to do to pass the time while she was in the hospital was talk about all of the trips she wanted to take. She kept coming back to New York City around the holidays. Seeing the tree at Rockefeller Center, going ice skating, and attending a Broadway show were among some of the things she had long dreamed of doing ever since she was a little girl.

At first, you placated her and listened to her dreams. You didn’t want to promise her anything. Frankly, you didn’t want to give yourself the hope that you’d be able to take the trip with her after all. But as the months passed, she started responding to the treatments and getting stronger. When Benny would come to visit, she’d his ear off about all of the places she wanted to go and how she wanted to be well enough to attend your wedding.

Your wedding day was an emotional day for so many reasons. Seeing your mom well and having fun, smiling, and dancing with your husband made it a memory you know will live on with you for the rest of your life. As if it couldn’t get any better, during the reception, Benny surprised her with the trip of her dreams. He planned the whole thing without you knowing, getting help from Santiago and Frankie’s girlfriend among others.

Now the time had come to go on this amazing trip and he was moping around, following you around the house like a lost puppy.

“I need you to make sure it looks like Christmas threw up in this house by the time I’m back ok?” You stroke his cheek and he presses his face into your hand and kisses your palm.

“Ok boss lady, I got my orders,” he winked.

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Benny: I haven’t gotten a photo in a while 😞

You smirked at your phone. With the finishing touches of your outfit done, you move to the full-length mirror of your hotel room to try and figure out a pose. You held the phone at different angles, trying to see what would be the most flattering angle.

“Oh my god, do you just want me to take it for you?” Your sister chimed in. You thought she was still getting ready, but instead, she had been silently watching you from the corner of her bed.

“Ugh no, I … I think this one is fine.”

“Oh stop it. You look hot and he’s going to lose his mind.”

You were dressed in a white turtleneck dress, a long brown coat with brown knee-high boots complete with some jewelry Benny had gotten you. Taking a deep breath, you decide to just pick a photo and hit send. Nearly instantly you get a response.

Benny: Ok hot mama! 🥵

Benny: What are you ladies getting up to tonight?

You: Thank you 😘 we’re going to dinner and we’ll see where the night takes us

Benny: Ooo, you girls gettin wild?

You: 🙄 how wild can I get with my mom and tias?

Benny: You really want me to answer that? How drunk were you at our wedding?

You: Fair. Idk, Mari will probably find something for us to do after, it’s our last night so we’ll see

You: What are you boys getting up to?

Benny: Hanging out, the weather is so nice. We have that fire pit Will wants to try so we’ll hang out, watch the game.

Benny: May have some cigars. 😏

You instantly press your thighs together and bite your lip. Ever since one particular guy’s night, cigars bring up a very distinct visual for you.

You: Well, seems like you boys will have fun. I miss you.

Benny: I miss you so much too. I want more pictures of my hot wife tonight 😉

“C’mon, Mari is downstairs and mom just said they’re headed down.” Your sister snapped you out of your bubble and you both rushed to get downstairs.

Dinner was pleasant, you all splurged on an expensive place reasoning that there was a lot to celebrate. As the meal wound down and the wine bottles were drained, everyone started talking about how to keep the party going. Your cousin Mari was tasked with looking up nearby swanky bars and lounges; she had a knack for always finding the trendiest places thanks to her incessant use of TikTok.

“Ooo I found a spot!” She turned her phone to you and your sister, who leaned over you to see the video.

“Fun! Looks like a good spot. Mom! You good with keeping it going?” Your sister called across the table to your mother.

“Claro mija! Vamos!”

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Benny walked into the kitchen. He offered to grab more beers, figuring it would be a good opportunity to sneak away and text in peace.

“You miss her don’t you?” Benny turned around to see his brother-in-law leaning in the doorframe of the kitchen.

Benny nodded, “Yeah. I’m glad they’re having fun. They deserve it.”

“It’s ok to miss her Ben. I miss my wife too,” he smiled, walking over to pat Benny’s shoulder. “It looks amazing in here, she’s going to love it,” he said looking around at all of the decorations Benny has put up with the guys’ help today.

“Thanks, man.”

“C’mon, everyone’s waiting outside.”

Benny grabbed a couple of six-packs from the refrigerator and followed his newest brother outside. They walked up just in time. Santiago was passing out cigars as Frankie fussed with the TV to get the game on. Benny leaned back in his Adirondack chair, resting his head on the back of the chair when an idea popped into his head.

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Your phone buzzed in your clutch but before you could grab it your sister shoves her phone in your face. “Mira! The boys are lookin' good tonight!” She showed the phone off to the group of ladies who all whistled in agreement.

She wasn’t wrong. Your brother-in-law snapped a selfie with Benny and the rest of the boys in the background. Benny threw up an ironic peace sign which made you laugh. But damn, did he look good.

He had on a black T-shirt underneath an open blue and white flannel shirt, the glimmer of his chain visible underneath his shirt. Of course, he wore his trusty baseball cap, backward. It looked like he hadn’t shaved since you left and you bite your lip remembering how it feels when he’s between your legs.

Remembering that you too received a text, you unlock your phone and see a message from Benny.

Benny: You girls having fun?

You: Yea! We made it to this bar that’s been super fun! Mom is having a blast.

You: OMG you know that actor you like from Cliff Beasts? He’s in the booth next to us!

Benny: No shit!

You: Yea! He’s soooo nice. Once he found out we were celebrating mom he bought us a couple of bottles and danced with her too lol

Benny: That all he did?

You: He’s here with his girlfriend who is super sweet by the way.

You: I miss youuuuu

A few minutes late, your phone buzzes again. When you open up your messages, you see a photo of Benny, leaning back in his chair with a cigar in his teeth, his other hand resting on his hat. The smolder he’s giving sends an electric pulse straight to your core. The man is a menace.

“Ay, papi chulo!”

You’d been staring at the photo for so long, that you hadn’t realized that your tias were looking over your shoulder at your phone.

“Mijita, Benny es guapisimo!”

“Lo se. He’s pretty handsome, isn’t he? If you excuse me, chismosas,” you winked and moved to sit on another couch away from prying eyes. Everyone gave you a hard time but you smiled and took the good-natured teasing.

You: You’re lookin’ good babe! 😍 Ugh I miss you so much. I wish you were here.

Benny: I miss you too. I feel like you owe me a photo now too.

You: I sent you one earlier silly.

Benny: Yeah, but I want to see what you look like right now.

You snap a quick silly selfie - duck lips while winking.

Benny: How’d I get so lucky?

You: Babe, the guys are going to give you a hard time if you keep talking with me.

Benny: Nah, they’re too wrapped up in the game to care about what I’m doing.

Benny: I think you should send me another picture…but not of your face 😜

Rolling your eyes, you propped your elbow on the couch holding your head there to think.

“I’m gonna go pee,” you announced to the group, who waved at you in acknowledgment as they went back to laughing and telling stories.

On the walk to the bathroom, you debated what you wanted to do. Before anything, you needed to make sure Benny’s phone wasn’t out in the open.

You: Are you alone? Can anyone see your phone right now?

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Benny sat up straight in his chair upon receiving the latest text. He knew he was a bit bold in his ask, not wanting to take you away from your time with your family, but he also wanted to be a bit greedy.

He cleared his throat, “Anyone need a refill? I’m gonna go inside.” He didn’t wait to hear anyone’s response, already making his way back inside, missing the smirks his brother-in-law and Will were exchanging as he walked away.

Benny: I’m back inside, grabbing another beer.

The little chat bubbles started and stopped, the anticipation of what he was about to receive building.

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Luckily, the bathroom stalls were rather spacious but you still weren’t sure what the hell you were about to do. You wanted to tease Benny a bit, so you decided to lift your dress so that he could see the bra and underwear set you had on - one of his favorites.

You snapped a few photos, dropping your dress back down as you quickly reviewed them. You debated what to say, writing and deleting a series of what you hoped were flirty one-liners. In the end, you decided to let the photo talk for itself.

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“Fuck me,” Benny exhaled as his eyes go wide at the sight on his phone screen. He quickly saved it and then promptly zoomed in to inspect things further. He got a bit of a thrill knowing that you’d left your group to send this photo to him. It also doesn’t go unnoticed that you’re wearing one of his favorite sets underneath your dress.

You: Was that ok?

“Dammit, Ben,” he chastised himself. He had been staring at the photo for so long, he forgot to respond. He knew you’d probably been agonizing over sending this in the first place, wondering how it was going to be received. Looking out the window onto the backyard, he sees the guys engrossed in conversation, so he figured he wouldn’t be missed if he was gone just a bit longer. He ran down the hallway to his room, closing the door behind him and double-checking that it was locked.

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The time waiting for Benny’s response was spent agonizing over every imperfection in your photo, wondering if he was noticing the stretch marks or the puffiness of your lower stomach.

You held your breath as you saw a notification pop up that you had a message. Opening it up, you felt your cheeks get warm looking at what Benny sent you. He’d gone back to his room, you recognized the comforter he was lying on, the one you picked out.

Benny: See what you did?

Along with the text was a photo of him from the waist down. Your mouth watered, seeing that he clearly was excited and very much turned on by what you sent. Before you’re able to think of something to send back you get another message, this time a video.

Your mouth was agape as you watched what Benny sent you. He had already unbuckled his belt and undone his jeans. When the video started, he was stroking up and down on his cock. You watched it all the way through and then played it again, bringing the phone up to your ear to see if he’d added any audio. And boy was there audio. He was telling you how beautiful you looked, how much he liked this little naughty side of you, and how much he wished he was there to take you into a bathroom himself and have his way with you.

You: Babe! This is hot…

Benny: Yeah?

Benny: You still alone?

You: Yeah…

Benny: Then show me how hot it got you

You bit your bottom lip, the slick pooling in between your legs. You needed to get some relief, so you leaned against the stall door and reached down into your underwear. Collecting the wetness, you thread your fingers up your folds to your clit, teasing it and wishing it was Benny’s fingers instead of yours. It wasn’t the best angle, but you took a quick photo to send him as you kept going. The next thing you knew, your phone vibrated in your hand. Benny was calling you.

You cleared your throat as you slid the talk button to answer, “Mhmm, yeah?”

He lets out a low grunt, “Fuck baby, you’re really getting yourself off in the bathroom stall aren’t you?”

“C-can’t help it, B, you…fuck…that video was so hot.”

“You thinking of me while you’re touching yourself?”

“Mmmhmm.” You shuddered a bit as you heard his low chuckle.

“I’m thinking of you too baby. Wishing I had you here with me.”

Despite the music bumping outside in the bar the bathroom was rather quiet so you were trying to stifle your moans to not alert any of the other patrons.

“Me too,” you whispered as you heard a group bust into the bathroom, cracking up and gossiping about who knows what. You figured Benny could hear the ruckus on the other side of the door.

“Guess we have company don’t we?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Ok, I know you can’t talk babe, don’t worry. Is it ok if I keep going?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Ok, and I need you to keep your fingers going too.” He let out a shaky breath, the breath you knew so well, which meant he was getting closer. “I’m so happy you took the day off tomorrow, we’re going to need to make up for some lost time.”

You let out a whimper, already anticipating what was in store for you. He continued to go into detail about the different ways he was going to take you apart and what he wanted you to do to him. Hearing him be so descriptive was new and unexpected. It didn’t take long before you heard his release on the other side of the phone. It was enough to push you over the edge as you bit your hand to stifle a moan.

Your legs felt like jelly and you were panting. It took a few moments for you to gather yourself and put the phone back to your ear. “Bun? You there?”

He took a deep breath, “Yeah. I’m here baby. Sorry, I kinda blacked out for a second,” he laughed. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

You giggled, “Yeah it was. Hey, I…uh…I should probably get back. And you too. I’ll text you when I get back to the room ok?”

“Yeah, sounds good. Have a good rest of your night. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

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Benny quickly cleaned himself up and threw his pants back on, rushing to return to the group outside. Before he went to open the patio door, he remembered the reason for his trip inside in the first place. He ran over to the refrigerator, grabbed a couple of cans of beer, and made his way back outside.

Santiago was the first to address him. “Jesus, Ben. I thought you left and went to the ABC store.”

“Nah, he was inside talking to his girl,” Will nodded with a smirk.

“Ohhhh. Well, you do look more relaxed Ben, good for you,” Santiago winked. “Looks like you missed a spot,” he pointed down to Benny’s T-shirt and the white spot near the bottom.

“Fuck,” Benny tried to wipe it away as the guys laughed.

“Just please tell me you went to your room, right?” Will asked as Santiago cracked up even more.

“Hey, hey, hey. You two are ones to talk,” Frankie chimed in, coming to Benny’s defense. Santiago scoffed and was about to reply before Frankie cut him off, “I know, me too. We’ve all had some uh…fun…with technology,” he smirked.

“I guess, I should make plans to stay over at Miranda’s tomorrow then, huh? Ow!” Will dodged an empty beer can that Benny playfully tossed at him.

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You cleaned yourself up and weaved back through the crowd to get back to your booth. One of your cousins was regaling the group in a story so you thought you were able to slink back unnoticed. But your sister watched you like a hawk, a sly smile on her face. You rolled your eyes as she grabbed her drink and plopped down next to you.

“Sooo…feeling more relaxed?” She knocked your forearm with her elbow.

“How’d you know?”

“Bitch, seriously?! You were so,” you shushed her so she whispered the rest, “you were so fucking obvious. Pressing your thighs together. Takes one to know one sis,” she winked. “You forget that I was in a long-distance relationship for like a year. We had to get…creative.”

You brought your hands to your ears, “Ew stop, I don’t want to think of you two having phone sex!”

“Who had phone sex?” Mari perked up, which drew the attention of the group.

You wanted to sink into the couch and disappear as everyone’s eyes turned to you. “My mom is here Mari, what the fuck!”

“Oh stop it, mija! You’re a big girl. Besides, I want some grandkids!”

Everyone whooped and giggled as you buried your head in your hands, laughing at the ridiculousness of this whole situation.

#benny miller x reader #benny miller smut #benny miller fanfiction #benny miller x female reader #triple frontier fanfic #husband!benny miller x wife!reader

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thesoftestirises · 1 year

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flame

♡ pairing : aemond x reader ♡ rating : 18+ ♡ word count : 2.2k ♡ warnings: oral (m receiving), frottage, gratiutious pet names, humiliation, dirty talk - standard iris stuff. ♡ summary : You are Aemond’s favorite serving girl for a reason. ♡ an : you already know what it is. unbeta’d as usual.

Aemond had you pressed against the wall the moment you stepped into his chambers. He took your wrists and placed them above your head, barely giving you a second to blink before his lips were on yours. You melted in his hold and let him kiss you slowly while his hands crept up your skirts. His fingers left a burning trail on your skin in their wake. Not for the first time, you thought to yourself that Aemond was an unattended bonfire and you were the forest he lit aflame.

You broke the kiss to breathe, pressing your forehead against his.

“I missed you, my love,” he whispered against your mouth.

“You saw me earlier today,” you teased, moving back to put a few inches of space between you.

“There’s a version of you that belongs to everyone else and a version that belongs to me,” he ran his fingers down the side of your face and looked at you with a warm smile. “The romantic, bright eyed, gentle version of you - that’s all mine. A lifetime still wouldn’t be enough.”

“Perhaps you should warn the bards that you intend to rob them of their posts.”

“I imagine they wouldn’t need to fear if they had a muse half as captivating.”

You rolled your eyes to hide how flustered you were by his words. “I swear, Aemond. There would be no wars if you were the king.”

At that, Aemond’s expression became carefully neutral. He stepped back from you and sat down on the desk on the opposite side of the room and crossed his arms. “You know why I’m not and will never be.”

You followed Aemond over to where he was and wrapped your arms around his neck. He relented and pulled you in closer, burying his nose into your neck as you played with the long, silver strands of his hair. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, Aemond. But I think you’ll feel better if you do.”

He pulled back and looked into your eyes for what felt like forever before he answered. “I feel that my future was written for me from the day I was born.”

“But you don’t want that future?”

“I don’t love every aspect of it,” he conceded. “There are things I wish I could change.”

“Why don’t you?” You asked, placing a bit of distance between your bodies while holding onto his shoulders.

“I’ve told you, Y/N.”

“Your loyalty to Aegon confounds me. You know he would be a terrible king. His own children fight for survival in Flea Bottom, of all places. It’s disgraceful!”

Aemond sighed. “I agree, but this is what my mother wants. Besides, what would you have me do? Kill him?”

“Before he kills us all, yes.”

He hummed quietly in response and leaned in to kiss you. You knew he was just trying to avoid the conversation, to pretend he hadn’t heard you suggest treason, but you decided to let it slide. You already had such little time with him as is and you didn’t want to spend it picking fights. You clumsily climbed into his lap and giggled when he had to hold onto your waist to steady you. He looked at you with an amused smile and raised his brow.

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” you replied as you purposely shifted over his clothed cock and fiddled with the seven pointed star pendant he wore around his neck.

He closed his eye and bit back a groan. “Seems like it is something.”

You moved backwards, drawing another involuntary gasp out of him while giving him an innocent pout. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Aemond gave you a flat look, his grip on you growing tighter. “So you want it like that, huh?”

You didn’t have time to reply before he picked you up and manhandled you down on the desk. He parted your thighs and grabbed you by the hips, pressing his length against your core through your clothes. You gasped and squirmed while he held you still and grinded against you. While you weren’t really deriving much physical pleasure from it, you could feel Aemond getting harder with each pass over your body.

“You like being held down and used like this? Hm?”

“Yes,” you panted. “I love it.”

You watched his uncovered pale blue eye briefly close on a particularly rough thrust, his long lashes falling over his cheekbone while his cupid’s bow lips parted in a silent moan. Aemond was so beautiful, almost ethereal. It was ironic that he called you heaven sent when he walked around looking like that. You started your employment at the castle a devout follower of the New Gods and would end it worshipping him.

He brought his hand to your cheek and raised his eyebrow at you, nonverbally asking if you were okay. How he noticed you getting lost in your thoughts was beyond you, but it warmed your heart that he did. He knew you so well, took such good care of you.

You pulled him down to your level and melded your lips together in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. When you separated, he gave you a dazed, pleased little smile with his kiss bruised lips. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Lower your shift, my love. Let me see your tits,” he demanded breathlessly.

You rushed to obey, pulling your arms out of your sleeves and rucking the fabric down to your waist. Aemond groaned at the sight, rubbing against you at a faster pace while his gaze moved between your face and your breasts. The objectifying stare made you feel like a sex toy, but you found yourself liking it and growing wetter. Aemond didn’t fail to notice your arousal either.

“You’re such a slut, it’s ridiculous. Spreading your legs and letting me use your body to get off. You want me to come in my breeches from rutting against you? What if I came all over you instead?” He asked, moving one of his hands up to cup a breast in his palm. “What if I came all over your sweet tits and I made you go back to bed with my cum covering you?”

“Oh, fuck- Aemond!” You cried.

“If our clothes weren’t in the way, I would be inside you right now,” he said as he circled one of your nipples, tilting his head innocently like he hadn’t just said the most indecent thing you’ve ever heard in your life. “I think about what your little virgin cunt would feel like around my dick often. Mostly in the sept. Makes sermons easier to sit through.”

You whined, throwing your head back and practically sobbing. It was so unfair Aemond could get you desperate with just a few words. All he had to do was turn that gorgeous face to you and tell you how he wanted you, and you were putty in his hands. You wanted to throw him off like that just once. So you did.

“Aemond, can I suck you?”

He froze, his uncovered eye widened. “What?”

“You heard me. Can I suck your cock?”

“Oh, I - are you certain, my love?”

You reached up to stroke his cheek. “There’s no one else I would want to do this with.”

He nodded and stepped back, allowing you to adjust your clothes and stand next to him. You placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him against the edge of the desk. He smiled and watched you without speaking, his gaze soft and full of fondness. You stepped closer and placed your hands on his waist, trailing a line of kisses down his jaw to his collarbone. He hummed and tilted his head to give you better access. You spent a few moments licking and biting the soft skin of his neck, careful not to leave any bruises. You pressed one last kiss over a pulse point and tugged on the bottom of his shirt and until he gave in and took it off. You ran your fingers over his abs and the sparse trail of hair that disappeared below his waistband. He tilted your chin up and kissed you, nuzzling against your nose before pulling back.

“You absolutely sure?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m sure. Are you?”

“About letting the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen put my cock in her mouth? Of course I am.”

“Flatterer.”

“I prefer charmer, personally.”

You ignored him and placed your hands on his hips and sunk to your knees. He let out a shuddering sigh and watched you with a dark gaze. You stroked his cock over the fabric of his sweatpants before hooking your fingers into the waistband and tugging down. You placed gentle kisses against each inch of skin you revealed, worshipping Aemond’s body the way he usually did to you.

You slow dragged his sweatpants and boxers past his cock, taking a moment to kiss the weeping tip. While you were no stranger to Aemond’s dick, you’d never been this close to it before. If you thought it was big before, it was intimidating to look at now. His cock was flushed red and dripped with strings of pearlescent precum from rutting against you. His familiar fragrance of pine and mint combined with his natural musk to create a scent that had you dizzy with heat. You spat into your palm and wrapped your palm around the base.

“You’ve been oddly quiet,” you said as you began to move your fist up and down Aemond’s cock.

“Didn’t want to startle you,” he said in a hiss, gripping the table behind him hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. “Do you want me to talk?”

You nodded. “Tell me what to do.”

“Wrap your lips over your teeth and take the tip into your mouth.”

You obeyed, slipping the head of his cock past your lips. The salty and slightly bitter taste was what you expected, but you found yourself almost enjoying the flavor. Maybe because it was him. You swirled your tongue around the flesh, dipping into the slit every now and again to get him to moan.

“Good girl,” he said, bringing a hand to your jaw and stroking his thumb over the side of your full mouth. “If you’re ready, you can start taking more. Don’t push it. I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to please me. Tap my leg twice if you understand.”

You tapped his leg as requested and took him a little deeper, letting the spit and precum build up in your mouth and spill over his shaft. You pulled off with a lewd pop and dragged the your tongue up from the base to the tip of his cock while staring him down. He returned the gaze, as if challenging you to steal his control of the situation. You put his cock back into your mouth and slowly dragged your lips down his shaft until you were tearing up and close to choking before pulling up and repeating the motion.

“You look so pretty with your mouth around my cock. Bet you’d look even prettier with my cum all over your face.”

You closed your eyes and tried to ignore the effect his words were having on you. You focused on blowing him the way he liked, flicking your tongue over his tip and bringing your free hand down to stroke his balls. Your jaw was starting to get sore, but you forced yourself to push past the discomfort. You wanted to watch Aemond come undone.

“You’ve been so good, my love,” he said, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. “I’m getting close.”

You used one of your hands to quickly gesture to your mouth before putting it back on his dick.

“You want me to come in your mouth?” He whispered, bringing one of his hands to your cheek and stroking his thumb over your skin reverently.

You pulled off and continued to stroke him with your hand. “Please, Aemond. I want to taste you.”

He closed his eye and tossed his head back, his mouth parted in a silent moan. You hurried to take him back between your lips as he began to fall apart. His hands moved to the back of your head, holding you gently enough that you would be able to escape if you wanted. He grunted and began releasing strings of bitter fluid into your mouth. You did your best to contain all of it, only a few drops spilling past your lips. You pulled off and made sure to make eye contact with Aemond when you swallowed.

“Fuck! Did you just-?” Aemond gasped, staring at you incredulously. You laughed and let him tug you up into his arms. He wiped the excess cum off your face and slipped his dirty fingers into your mouth while pressing gentle kisses to your cheeks. “How are you going to be both the filthiest slut I’ve ever met and the sweetest little maiden, hm?”

“Inexperience doesn’t always equal innocence,” you replied, wincing at how strained your voice sounded.

“Oh, my love,” he cooed, cradling your head against his chest. “Did I wreck your throat? I’m sorry. I’ll make you tea after I get you off, okay?”

You mourned for your future self as Aemond dusted kisses over the top of your head. Despite the sweet words and promises he loved to whisper, he could not be yours forever. For he was a prince, and you were a spy.

#aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfic #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond smut #aemond imagine #aemond imagines #ewan mitchell #hotd #house of the dragon

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creedslove · 6 months

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Today I woke up craving for your Jack Daniels🙈

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: Jack gives you something to think of him

Warnings: fluff and angst

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You hadn't seen Jack for roughly two weeks when he walked through the door of your apartment. Even if he had slowed down his load of missions to attend, there were still a couple that Champ only trusted him to do so which always made your heart clench in anxiety, worry and pain at how much you truly missed him. It was his job, you knew it, but you couldn't help being that attached to your cowboy, he was the love of your life - you realized it soon in your relationship - so the moment he came back to you, all you could do was to drop everything you were doing and rush to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting his arms around your body, lifting you up gently, so glad to come home to his sugar.

"Hey sugar" he said the moment he pulled you down. He was looking handsome, just as he always did, his hair was a little messy, his hat had been tackled down and though you could see the tiredness into his eyes, the smile wouldn't fade. His hands squeezed your waist gently as he pecked your lips, no words needed at that moment, all you wanted was each other's presence and warmth. He felt so glad to be home, each time he had to leave for a mission was harder and harder to him, as the years passed by he could tell he wasn't as young to spend days and sometimes weeks on end on dangerous jobs, but he had never had a reason to come back home to, not after his first wife passed away. However, when he met you, something changed inside of him and he knew he didn't want an erratic life anymore, he wanted a safe, nine to five Statesman job so he could go back home to you every night.

"I missed you so much, my cowboy" you said as you broke the kiss and stroked his cheek, "I didn't know you would be back tonight, otherwise I would've made you something good for dinner" you said but the cowboy pecked your lips once more

"Don't worry sugar, I don't need anything else but you, besides, I want you all for myself, not trapped in the kitchen" he pulled you once more, faster this time, making you bump into his body and groan softly before he could kiss you again.

You could spend the whole night in that cowboy's arms, but Jack broke the kiss and caressed your face gently

"I got something for you, sugar" he said sweetly and got a jewelry box from his pocket, handing it to you and closely watching your reaction, hoping you would like it. As you opened the box, a beautiful and delicate golden necklace was seen, with a gorgeous pendant in the shape of a horse. You gasped at how unexpected but lovely present you just got, noticing a slight pink shade spreading across his cheeks

"I love it, Jack, it's gorgeous… thank you my cowboy" you grinned and handed it to him, lifting your hair up so he could help you put it on, which he gladly did, resting his hands on your shoulder and leaving a peck on your neck, you giggled at the goosebumps you felt over your skin and smiled

"I'm glad you like it sugar, I want you to wear it when I'm not around, so you'll think of me, what do you say? Keep it next to your heart so your cowboy will be there as well, will you?" He looked at you with the softest gaze you'd ever seen. You nodded and kissed him.

"Don't worry about it, cowboy, you are already in my heart but I'll keep it with me forever" you promised him.

Good thing you did it, because when Jack never returned from that secret mission in Cambodia and all you got from Statesman was a box containing all his belongings he'd left in the office, you gripped your pendant at night, eyes shut closed as you thought of him and how much you loved your cowboy. He would always stay in your heart, just like your horse made of gold, and when you cried yourself to sleep at night, you silently prayed for a miracle one day, so he could return to you.

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A/N: I'm so so so so sorry besties, I didn't mean to write that, but it came out before I even realized it, now that I've broken my own heart I need to write something happy to fix it 😭😔

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cryptids-of-spielzeit · 1 month

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Spielzeit Bestiary #8: The Sun Dog

Nature. Every tree, plant, and animal. It is all around us, and it is a very big part of the forest town Spielzeit's identity. The townsfolk and the surrounding forest have been in kahoots with one another ever since it split from the now defunct Playtime toy company. And now, their relationship with nature has seemingly grown stronger, due in part to a new creature said to roam the woods. They call it the Sun Dog.

Said to be the most benevolent of Spielzeit's ever growing roster of "cryptids", the Sun Dog is described as being a giant Cocker Spaniel with dark orange fur. It gets its name from what locals describe as a pendant, shaped like the sun, that it wears tightly around its neck.

It is said to be missing the lower half of its body, resulting in it crawling around wherever it goes. Those who have caught a glimpse of the Sun God report it being followed by a group of animals. The animals within said group vary, but the most common group is said to be that of a red fox, a whitetail deer, and an opossum.

Stories and sightings of the Sun Dog portray it as a protector of nature, caring for wounded and abandoned animals and helping any that cross its path. It is said to be incredibly docile, even helpful, towards humans, with one witness, Jeremy Hill, 23, describing as such.

"I was taking a walk through the woods. It was a nice day, nothing out of the ordinary. So, I'm walking, and I notice this tree, looked perfect for climbing. I get to the top of the thing, the view was really nice. Then, I heard something, sounded like, I don't know, giggling? Startled me so much that I fell off the branch, broke one of my legs. I screamed put for help for what felt like forever. Then I heard someone, they sounded like he was in his 50s, he told me not to worry, that'd he'd get me back home. That's when I saw him. We were at level with one another, he had a fox, deer, and possum at his side. Now, I've heard other people talk about this guy like he was the second coming, but actually being in his presence, I don't know, it made me feel safe. He had that look in his eyes, you know? I passed out afterwards, but when I woke up I was in town square. I won't forget that day."

The Sun Dog's contributions have not gone unnoticed. For instance, since his arrival, illegal hunting in the Spielzeit area has dropped tremendously, something that Ranger Angelo Floros has taken note of.

"Now, I'm not sure a giant, orange dog is the reason all of these hunters have went away, but regardless, this is great news. And if you want to thank this 'Sun Dog' for it, be my guest."

Many residents do, in fact, thank the Sun Dog, particularly those with some background of religion. They believe in the Sun Dog's existence so much that they have made it the central figure in their annual Summer Solstice festival. Here, there are Sun Dog themed games, food, and even stage performances about its contributions. Something notable is that during the festival, there is a chance that an animal will show up, requesting food, in which they always recieve it, yet they never immediately eat it. It is said that they bring it to the Sun Dog, who watches in the distance on the Licht hillside, where the sun shines brightest.

Is there a protector of nature living in the forests of Spielzeit? Or has Lady Luck just grazed the town with a great ecosystem? Do you believe?

(A major thank you to @abugcalledtoken for writing a greater part of the Sun Dog's lore!)

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime au #cryptid au #cryptids of spielzeit #cryptozoology #cryptids #dogday #poppy playtime dogday #smiling critters #smiling critters dogday #strawberry #chocolate #oreo #the sun dog

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silalcarin · 3 months

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Squall and Rinoa actually, surprisingly, have a lot in common

No, seriously, I just randomly thought of this as I've been revisiting Final Fantasy VIII, for the first time in 20 years, over the last few weeks. Don't get me wrong, Squall and Rinoa have vastly different personalities (he's an introvert, she's an extrovert), but, outside of that, they share a lot of similarities:

Both are originally from the Galbadia region — Squall was born in Winhill; Rinoa was born and raised in Deling City.

Both lost their mothers at a very young age — Raine died after she gave birth to Squall; Julia died right before Rinoa turned 5.

Both have non-existent relationships with their fathers in the present time — in the game, Squall never directly finds out that Laguna is his long-lost father; Rinoa has been estranged from Caraway for who knows how long.

Both look more like their mothers than their fathers, in terms of physical appearance — while aboard the Ragnarok at the end of Disc 3, Kiros and Ward both comment that Squall looks very much like Raine, and that it's a good thing he doesn't look like Laguna; Rinoa is almost a carbon-copy of Julia.

Both wear a ring on a necklace — Squall wears a pendant of Griever above a cross that's reminiscent of the Cross of Saint James, as well as a ring featuring a profile of Griever, around a chain; Rinoa wears what appears to be Julia's wedding ring around a chain. In Disc 3, Squall tells Rinoa to keep the Griever ring when she willingly goes to Esthar to be self-restrained and they think they'll be separated forever (which is touched upon in bullet #7 below).

Both are strategists and leaders of their respective groups, SeeD (Squall) and the Forest Owls (Rinoa).

Both are driven, impulsive, and persistent — Squall is determined to complete the assassination mission after Irvine fails to kill the Ultimecia-possessed Edea in Deling City; he hastily saves Zell when the latter is about to be shot in the head at the D-District Prison; and there's everything he does and perseveres through to save Rinoa in Disc 3 (which I've already covered in my previous post). Rinoa is determined to liberate Timber with the Forest Owls; she hastily tries to suppress the Ultimecia-possessed Edea by herself in Deling City; and, despite being scared and knowing that she may be cryogenically frozen forever, she perseveres in her decision to seal away her Sorceress powers, prevent Ultimecia from possessing her again, and keep the world safe from her.

Both prefer to not talk or think about the future — this is made explicitly clear during the good date at the Garden Festival in Fishermans Horizon (Irish Jig/Let's Dance = Guitar, Violin, Flute, and Tap) in Disc 2, and during the romance scene in the Ragnarok in Disc 3.

Both have had a fear of isolation since they were 4 years old — Squall has suffered from loneliness ever since Ellone had to leave Edea's orphanage; dummied out dialogue (during the aforementioned romance scene in the Ragnarok in Disc 3) indicates that Rinoa has suffered from loneliness ever since Julia died and Caraway became too busy.

Welp, that's 9 similarities. I think I covered everything. I'm glad I got that off my chest. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk!

P.S. — If anyone can think of more similarities between them that I missed, please feel free to add your two cents! (Word to the wise: I have consistently kept my replies limited to only the Tumblr accounts I follow, because I don't have time for negativity of any kind.)

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d3adbr3inc3lls · 17 days

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So hear me out, fem [it's ok if you prefer gn] reader that is like a second in command of the RVT's meeting her past rival Spinel while on that whole 'spinel took the pendant but not even a week later an green cat took it from him' scenario

Like when she arrived at the ship started having an argument with him in front of the trio after that whole fiasco because he brought up that she lost in their last battle back then

Spinel x Past Rival!Reader | Headcannons & Drabble

I do apologise, I didn't quite understand your request at the start, and I don't know how to write arguing scenes,,

You and Spinel have been rivals since- well- forever.

Over time, as the two of you grew older, the rivalry only intensified, with him doing illegal activities just to get a step ahead of you.

Your Eevee evolved into an Espeon? Great, his Eevee evolved into an Umbreon.

You got a water type? He got a magneton.

Despite all this, you've managed to defeat him half of the time, even a bit more than that.

The last battle the two of you had was when you two were in your mid teens. You were going after champion rank and he was there- because- he's your rival!! That's what rivals do, get in your way.

Despite you mostly wining against him, he won the final battle before the two of you eventually lost contact.

Not too long after the two of you lost contact, you joined the RVT and he joined the Explorers.

The RVT was your second home, and later became your main home as you became second in command.

Being second in command, you had to make sure everyone was okay whilst Friede wasn't on board,

In all honesty, you forgot about Spinel, the two of you haven’t seen each other in a good few years now, and even though he was a strong rival, he slipped your mind, you had more important things to worry about like making sure Liko, Roy and Dot are okay.

Sometimes you swore the trio were a magnet for trouble, but it didn't matter, you still cared about them.

The day Liko went missing, you couldn’t help but blame yourself, you let Liko go alone, unsupervised.

You and the gang found Liko a day later in Levincia of all places which confused you to no ends, how was she there? Why was she there?

You had so many unanswered questions, but they didn't matter as she was safe.

But the one thing you immediately noticed was that her precious Pendant was stolen (alongside her memories that she got back later).

It wasn't until you were faced with an Umbreon that you suddenly remembered Spinel,

(No, getting jumped in an alley by a Magneton and a Beheeyem somehow didn't remind you of him),

"Go Umbreon. I do apologise that you have to fight some weak opponents,"

Memories flashed in your mind.

You knew that Umbreon.

It was the same Umbreon who stood proudly after Spinel had defeated you before you could fight the Elite 4.

"I'm especially sorry for sending you out to battle y/n, you know how weak they are,"

Spinel's voice rang in your ears as his Umbreon let out a low growl, remembering your Espeon from battle, resulting in your partner pokémon letting out a snarl of its own.

"Remember what happened at the league? You thought you were so prepared to face the Elite 4,? But you couldn't even beat your own rival?" Spinel taunted.

Oh how you wished you could wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

"I've grown. I've become a better trainer with my pokémon." Your protests fall short as Spinel laughs again. His disbelief annoying you to no ends.

"You're still using that weak little Espeon of yours, you know it doesn't stand a chance against my Umbreon."

The fur on your Espeon's back stood up. She never liked being compared to the Umbreon which by all means was understandable, with the dark type not being affected by her typing's moves.

"She isn't weak. She's won against your Umbreon!"

"Like what? Two times out of the many? Don't be so delusional."

You could feel Liko's worried gaze on you as you tried to think of something, anything to talk back.

"Umbreon, use dark pulse."

"Espeon, dodge!"

Another cackle came can be heard from the probably-still-teal haired man.

"If you're so strong. Why are you scared of a dark pulse,?"

Gritting your teeth you flex your fingers, glancing around to try and find a way to use your sorroundings to your advantage.

"Espeon! Use Dazzling Gleam!"

Without even a word spoken, the Umbreon effortlessly doged it.

Letting out a hiss, your Espon jumped back to your side, glaring at her foe.

"You're still the same inexperienced trainer,"

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Drabble portion edited by the wonderful @amethiosspouse !!

#Thanks again to amethiospouce for editing the drabble portion!#the HCs were just edited by me #so thats why they might be a bit worse #Spinel x Reader #Anipoke Spinel x reader #Explorer Spinel x reader #Request #Cannon x reader #New Horizons x Reader #Pokemon x reader #Pokémon x reader #my work #x reader #Reader has an Espeon because it kinda fit #Pokemon Horizons x reader #Pokemon new horizons x reader

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kirislovelygf · 8 months

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after the storm (kiri sully x fem! omaticayan reader)

contents: angsty, wlw angst, kiri’s leaving the forest and you have to say goodbye, kissing

wrd count: 1.4k

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thunder sounded through the land of the forest as y/n sat in her tree house.

she has just found out her girlfriend had to leave the forest with her family forever. and she’d never be able to see her again.

tomorrow morning, the new olo’eyktan will take jake’s place. and her and her family would disappear.

a week before this, kiri and her siblings were taken away by sky people who died and then came back as avatars searching for revenge against her father.

y/n had never been so scared in her life when she heard kiri was being held against her will.

kiri had asked her to meet her at their spot in their tree. they made a bungalow-like treehouse in the tree just for them to spend time in.

there was an open wall that looked upon the heads of the trees of the forest. it began raining softly as y/n sat at the edge of the treehouse.

kiri had climbed up the tree and jumped into the house before sighing out. “i don’t remember that tree being so tall.”

y/n looked back and smiled at her struggling. she always makes a bigger deal out of the height of the tree than is necessary.

kiri walks over and sits down next to y/n.

“how did you convince your dad to let you come here?” she laughed.

“oh, easy. i just didn’t tell him.” she said.

“hm.” y/n side eyes her and kiri just laughs in amusement.

they stare into the night in silence, trying to ignore the inevitable conversation they know they have to have.

kiri had found a necklace she remembered making when she first met y/n. she pulled it out of her bag and held it before looking up at y/n.

“i had made this for you a while ago. i guess now’s the best time to give it to you.” kiri muttered to her, handing her the necklace.

y/n looks down at the artwork with admiration.

“you did?”

kiri nods.

she holds the necklace in cupped hands like it was the most precious jewel in the world. “it’s so pretty.” she smiled.

“here, let me put it on you.” kiri gets up and crouched behind y/n. she hands her the necklace so kiri could put it on.

kiri gently pulls y/n’s hair aside and y/n holds it in place. the necklace was long and the pendant laid comfortably on y/n’s top.

“now, when you miss me, you can look at this and it’ll remind you of me.” kiri said softly. y/n picked up the pendant to look at its pattern.

it was a turquoise colored rock kiri had carved to make it look like a spiral. the beads that lead up to the clasp were shiny rocks kiri had found in a pond.

“aw, kiri.” y/n sighs out. she looks up at the girl with teary eyes.

y/n throws her arms around kiri and hugs her tightly, burying her face into her shoulder.

“please don’t go.” she cried softly.

kiri sighed and hugged her back. the tears she had held back the entire way there were making their way down her face.

“i’m sorry.” kiri cried.

they held each other until rain started to pour down and little drops fell on their legs.

kiri pulls away and holds y/n’s face. her thumbs crossed her cheeks gently, taking away her tears.

“i have to.”

“no, just stay here. i don’t want you to go.” the girl responded.

kiri sighed. these girls thought they’d last forever, just like any other young couple would.

“my father just wants us to be safe. what else can we do?” she asked her.

“if we stay here, more sky people will try to come after my father. and our people will get hurt. you could get hurt.” kiri said softly. she held y/n’s hands that rested on her lap.

“but look, wherever i go, i will not forget you. i’ll always love you. please, don’t be sad.”

y/n can’t bear to look kiri in the eye, because she knows if she does, she’ll start crying and might never stop.

“i don’t want to move on from you. i know we’re young and everything and i have my whole life ahead of me.. but i love you too much for you to just become a memory to me.” she sighed out.

the girls sit there, crying softly, before they eventually stop, and just enjoy the little time they have left together.

y/n had her head on kiri’s shoulder and kiri’s arm was around her.

they stared at the treetops that acted as a blanket over the forest, listening to the rain patter. while their feet dangled over the edge.

“y/n.”

“hm?”

“i don’t want my last memory of you to be us crying with the people as we leave. i want my last memory here.” she said softly.

y/n looks up slightly. “okay.”

“and i don’t want it to be sad either.” their eyes meet and they had sad smirks on their faces, both of them.

“how do we make our last night together not sad?” she asks kiri.

“we can just pretend.. that i’m not going anywhere. just for tonight.” kiri suggested. y/n looks back down and tightens the grip her arms had around kiri.

“alright.” she mumbled. kiri smiled at the girl before kissing the top of her head.

the girls hung out in the treehouse for the next couple hours, talking, laughing, making jewelry for each other, sharing sweet kisses, and enjoying each other's presence before the sun came up.

jake knew where she was and who she was with and decided he would leave them be for the night.

he knew how much kiri cared for that girl, and wanted them to have as much time together as they could before leaving.

the next day, it was time for the sully family to leave.

kiri asked y/n not to be there when the role of olo’eyktan was passed to tarsem, so they could keep their promise of the rainy night being their last memory or each other.

but y/n couldn’t help herself. she waited out the morning for as long as she could before racing to the ceremony before it was too late.

she swung through the trees, jumping from branch to branch, praying to eywa she’ll make it in time to see her.

she finally made it just as her family was leaving and watched from a branch above.

“oh thank you, great mother.” she sighed out in relief. “i’ll never disobey you again.”

she swung down to the floor to catch kiri in time as her family was walking away from the people.

kiri spotted y/n as she clutched her shawl over her shoulders. her eyes widened and ran to hug her.

“y/n, what are you doing here? i thought we agreed-“

“i know. i just couldn’t stay away. i need to see you one more time, i’m sorry.” y/n cried into her shoulder.

kiri sighs out and held her head in her hand. “aw, my sweet girl.” she cried softly.

they hugged each other for the last time, crying softly into each other.

kiri’s siblings walked ahead of their parents to get the ikran ready to leave while jake and neytiri waited for them.

neytiri almost broke down watching her daughter bid goodbye. she hadn’t met anyone who made kiri as happy as she was.

and to watch her leave her, and her home. she couldn’t take it.

but her and jake knew it was for their own good. for both girls. they’d both be safer this way.

y/n watched as they mounted their ikran and flew into the sky, away from the forest.

it took a while for them to move on from each other, find new loves, but they never forgot about each other.

even as y/n grew older, she never threw away or put away the necklace kiri gave her.

and kiri had many mementos y/n made for her that she jake and neytiri asked her to get rid of because they were taking up space but she never budged.

it wasn’t up for debate, the love they had for each other would never leave.

｡･:* ʚĭɞ

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