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cheriladycl01 · 4 months

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Ghost - Oscar Piastri x UnknownDriver! Reader Part 3

Plot: Reader is the first female F1 driver of the century, however no-one knows that as you are a ghost on the grid. You started in 2022, coming in P12 in the championship. You get moved to Red Bull Racing in 2023 with the off year for Sergio Perez.

Credit to yrsonpurpose for the GIF

Standing up on the podium, not being able to do anything as you watched Oscar run off was torture. You had to stay there while your national anthem played that should have been amazing considering it was you, Lewis and Lando all up there together.

And of course, there were no breaks for you afterwards. Everyone wanted you, from SkySports, to F1, to Netflix. Everyone was throwing questions at you and asking how different your achievements feel now knowing that your the first woman to have completed many of them.

You were fine answering them, because like they said. All of your previous achievements were now bigger than they were as Ghost. People could tell that you weren't fully with them, you were a little spacey and sometimes struggled with hearing and answering the questions.

Most of them put it down to the post race fuzz of the win and revealing who you were, but upon getting to the Sky Sports Team who consisted of Jenson Button, Nico Rosberg, Natalie Pinkham and Danica Patrick questions turned sour.

"So Y/N aside from racing we caught light of Oscar Piastri's quick depart after the reveal, any insight on this?" Danica asks, making you look down.

"I don't think these questions are necessary" Jenson says just as the Red Bull PR manager was about to ask for racing related questions only.

"Yes please stick to racing questions only" the Red Bull PR backs up, nodding before taking a step back. You look back up, straight to Nico who had a soft look on his face.

"I'm just interested, you raced for Alpine last year when he was a reserve driver... for Alpine and you've been promoted to Red Bull this year while Piastri's made the move to Mclaren. Can't help but wonder if its underlying sexism that's made him this mad, you all cant deny he was blunt and rude in his interview with us earlier" Danica pushes and you head snaps up. You feel a hand on your shoulder as if to stop you from what your about to say but you go ahead anyway.

"I've hurt a dear friend. So how dare you stand there and try to victimize me, when he is the one that I've hurt. He knew me as Ghost's assistant and media manager... we were close and I've not been truthful to him for obvious reasons. So don't stand there and try to make him out to be a misogynistic twat when he isn't. I don't know what you experienced in NASCAR Danica but in F1 all I've experienced today is love and support. Just because your sport sucks doesn't mean mine does" you snap, and recoil shocked that you'd just said all of that. She looks at you also in shock, Jenson and Nico were trying to stop their laughter.

"Well, some strong opinions there from Y/N Y/L/N" Jenson says as he watches you turn away and walk off. You were done with interviews for the day. You just wanted to find Oscar and talk to him now.

"Lando! Lando" you shout as you see the curly haired boy ahead of you walking into the Mclaren motorhome.

"Hey, Y/N or should i say Ghost" he smiles before pulling you into a hug.

"I was not expecting that bombshell today, and I will admit I'm sorry for assuming you were some ugly guy... your very obviously not" he laughs.

"Where's Oscar" you ask, you didn't want to seem rude but of course he was your priority right now.

"Y/N, I don't think its a good idea to see him right now. I think maybe just wait for him to come to you. He's upset and" he starts but you look him dead in the eye.

"He upset me too, he just ran off... at my first race win" you say as selfish as it was... but he also ruined that experience for you.

"I know, but you did like lie to him for just under 2 years" Lando says softly not wanting to rattle your already unstable cage of self hatred.

"And what was i supposed to do Lando, tell him a secret that Red Bull had me sign an NDA over and break my contract and risk loosing my seat?" you ask, hoping he would start to understand.

"Look Y/N you really should go..." Lando pushes looking around the area you were currently in. He put a hand on your lower back as to guide you back out, but you planted yourself still.

"No, I'm not leaving till i talk to him" you grunt.

"Y/N I'm telling you this as your friend and your co-worker. You need to go" he says, you'd actually never seen his eyes this serious before and it had your head cocking to the side in confusion.

As your about to ask him why the hell he's being so twitchy, two people stumble out of the next room a little disheveled and both laughing. You eyes lock on them.

"O-Oscar?" you ask in shock, the girl looks up at him confused and his face turns red but also a sour expression comes onto his face.

Before any of them can say anything your turning away from them, everything feels slow motion, all the voices around you blur and your heartbeat comes erratic.

You couldn't understand why it hurt so much, the thought of him not even for a moment being happy for you up on a podium that he come here to be with some other girl ... or was it because in the time you'd spent with him you'd fallen for the racer.

You round the corner, stumbling behind the Mclaren motorhome so that you could just breath. You crouch down, your head leaning back against the side.

"Fucks sake" you say to yourself, once you'd calmed yourself from the initial shock you fully sat down on the metal edging outside the Mclaren motorhome.

"Y/N?" you hear a voice ask, your head peaks up and you spot Alex and Logan.

"Oh, hey guys. Great Race today!" you smile.

"Why are you just sat outside the Mclaren motorhome?" Logan asks raising an eyebrow at you.

"Oh, erm no reason. I just got lost on my way back to Red Bull" you smile standing up and walking to the long strip and turning left.

"Your still clearly lost, Red Bull's that way" Alex says pointing to the right hand side, that you weren't facing.

"Right, yeah i knew that" you smile, turning round and scuttering off the other way.

To say that the UK was the start of something spectacular was an understatement. You didn't go out and celebrate that night, you stayed in with your family.

The next race was Hungary where you proceeded to take the win away from Max in the last 3 laps, being on the fresher tires. They asked you to let Max take the win but you begged for them to let you fight it out. You shared the podium with Max and Lando, in Spa you came second, sharing the podium with Max and Charles and in The Netherlands you came 4th.

Throughout all of this Oscar hadn't reached out to you. You'd kept in contact with Lando, asking how he was and what had been going on. However Monza changed things.

An article came out about an interview Oscar had done about you and how you hadn't spoken to him since. He hadn't spoken very nicely about you when all you'd done was stick up for him. You guys got into a massive argument outside the garages that of course people caught on camera.

You had a really bad qualifying, the car just didn't have pace and your mind wasn't in the right place. So you were starting P14 on the grid, after a cry to Christian that you were so overwhelmed and him assuring you that it was today that really mattered.

You had turned off everything when you got in the car on the Sunday. No thoughts in your head just the racing. On the start you managed to get yourself to P12 overtaking Liam and Nico right of the bat.

"Excellent start Y/N lets keep pushing"

Martin Bundle - I have to say that Y/N is incredible with these races where she starts down in the back of the grid, and she gets those amazing starts where she slips in the middle of the two drivers ahead and is able to confidently get herself up too places

"Okay, and Alonso are ahead, you have DRS" your engineer tells you, and you are able to overtake Yuki who doesn't go as aggressively into the chicane as you do. You have a little spin but recover enough to pull up aside Alonso on the straight, going for the overtake.

"Amazing Y/N, that's P10 right now. Keep pushing"

Eventually you were left fighting Carlos, Max clipped a tire and was now down in 4th fighting with Charles.

"Y/N this has been a fantastic race, from P14 up to P2, Carlos is 1.8 second ahead. Lets get him and bring home a double podium. Max is fighting for P3 right now. 5 laps to go" he advises.

"Tell him to speed up, I'll give him DRS we can overtake Sainz together so its a 1.2" you advise looking seeing the Ferrari behind you. You slow down on the hairpin, breaking early, which Charles didn't expect where he was concentrating on defending from Max. You speed up, watching as he spins out a little leaving room for Max on the inside.

"Okay, Sainz has sped up there's now a 2.6 second gap"

"Copy that" you say, Max was using your slip stream, but didn't go for the overtake, you easily defended from Charles together while gaining on the other Ferrari.

"Okay last two laps, Sainz, 0.3 second gap"

"Yeah i can fucking tell I'm riding his rear end" you say, the minute you get onto the straight you and Max both go either side of Sainz, sandwiching him in as your about to go into turn 11. He breaks early falling back leaving you to take the optimal racing line and get ahead of Max.

"Is Max fighting this last lap?" you ask.

"He's been told is free to fight. Mode push and bring us another win" your race engineer advises, you breeze through the final lap, it was a close call but you came first.

"Y/N Y/L/N winner of the 2023 Italian Grand Prix" your race engineer says a big grin coming onto your face as you flip up the visor holding your fist up as you see all the Red Bull crew cheering for you on the fencing.

"Where did Oscar place?" you ask, you hadnt thought about him up until now. Even as you passed the orange 81 car, it was just another car then.

"Not a good race for Piastri, P12 behind Lawson"

"Okay. Thank you for the great drive today. Thank you Christian" you say before preparing yourself for the podium.

Would Oscar be there?

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ashwhowrites · 6 months

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Older! Eddie Munson x reader, reader gets angry at Eddie bc of something dumb, but still, she's angry, and Eddie thinks it's funny and cute that she's angry, but still he comforts her and tells her that he loves her, and then she lets him kiss her

Thank you for requesting! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it <3

Slob

Y/N thought living with an older man would mean he acted like an older man. She didn't expect to feel like she was living with a teenage boy who expected Mommy to pick up after him. She also realized old men were just as much slobs as a kid.

After a long day of college classes, all she wanted to do was take a long nap. She walked into the small house, removed her shoes, and walked straight to the bedroom. Eddie was lying on the bed, a remote in his hand as he searched through the channels.

"Hi, baby." He greeted

"Hi, I'm exhausted so I'm going to take a nap. Will you do me a favor and pick up your mess in the living room" She asked, her hands gesturing to the doorway.

"Of course."

~~~

Y/N slowly blinked open her eyes, her eyes caught the clock. She sighed as she realized she slept three hours. The room was dark, and Eddie was nowhere to be seen.

She walked out of the bedroom and headed to the living room. She froze when she saw the mess from earlier was still there.

Eddie's empty beer cans are scattered on the coffee table, his blanket is a pile on the floor and his ashtray is filled with cigarette buds.

On a different day, she wouldn't have been that upset. She knew if she asked again, he'd do it instantly. But the fact that she was so tired, and asked for that simple thing, and he didn't do it. She felt the anger in her body at the idea of asking him again.

"Look who's awake!" Eddie cheered, he pecked her cheek as he passed her. A beer in his hand as he sat down on the couch.

Eddie gave her a look when she didn't say anything. Her eyebrows were scrunched, a pout on her lips, and her hands were on her hips. He couldn't help but realize how adorable she looked.

"I asked you to do one thing!" She said, her voice snarky as she held up one finger.

"I know, baby. I'm going to do it at the end of the night." Eddie said, shrugging his shoulders.

"I meant to do it when I asked you to." Her hand was back on her hip, and he felt like she was a cartoon with smoke coming out of her ears.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't realize that. Do you want me to do it now?" He asked.

"YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE!" she screamed, her right foot stomped into the carpet. Eddie flinched at her outburst. Confusion on his face.

".....is that not what I should have said?" He asked, he sat up straight to give her his full attention.

"UGH!" she screamed, she rolled her eyes and stomped off to the bedroom.

"You wanted to date the twenty-year-old," Eddie muttered to himself. A small smile on his face as he followed behind her. He adored her little outburst, but he knew if he said that she'd kill him. Over his many years of dating, he knew never to call a girl cute when she was pissed.

He knocked on the door, even though the door was open and he could see her sitting on the bed. Her arms crossed and she glared at the wall.

"I'm sorry, honey. I should have cleaned up the living room while you slept so it could have been cleaned when you woke up." He explained, moving as he sat next to her.

"Thank you!" She sighed, her arms uncrossed and her body relaxed. That's all she wanted to hear. She waited for his apology to continue but it didn't.

"And?" She said, her eyes snapping to him.

"And?....." He thought, what else was he supposed to apologize for?

"EDDIE! Have you learned nothing?" She spazzed. Eddie kept in mind she was exhausted from school and that she had to release all her build-up frustrations.

"I'm sick and tired of telling you what to say or do. Why can't you just clean up after yourself? Why can't you just know exactly what to say when I want to hear it?" She ranted. She knew she sounded nuts and it was crazy for him to read her mind. Eddie knew it too, but he wouldn't say that.

"You're right! I'm sorry for being lazy and for always counting on you to tell me what to say or do. From now on, I'm going to work on that." He promised.

"Thank you." She muttered. Eddie felt her body slowly melting against his. He threw his arm over her shoulder. His finger went under her chin and moved her head to face his.

Her eyes fluttered close as she relaxed into him. He leaned in and kissed her softly. She hummed at the softness of his lips, the way he took charge. His warm tongue slipped inside her mouth and she whimpered. Her hands eagerly gripped his shirt.

He might have been an older man that was a slob. But fuck...he knew how to turn her into a puddle.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months

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Dirty Work 7

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: This week is killing me.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Sunday sees your second day in your new position. As you send off your letter of resignation to the agency, you can't help the coil that winds tight in your stomach. There's no going back now.

You close out of the several templates you Googled in your efforts. It's the one thing you know how to do. Willa, the friendly librarian who checked out the PC for you, always said, if you can Google, you can figure it out. Still, you feel like there's so much you don't know that you're not sure a search engine can answer.

You close the laptop and take both your phones with you into the hallway. You have to go check out that gazebo and figure out if you need to make a call about it. Oh, and the fridge was beeping when you filled your bottle, you have to call the maintenance number that flashed up too.

That makes you even more anxious. You've never really been the sort for phone calls. You never had anyone to talk to and everything else was easier done in person. Well, you'll have to muddle through. Work isn't supposed to be fun or easy.

As you near the staircase, your flip chimes. You juggle to answer the right phone. The slim touchscreen is set only to buzz, an option not available on the clumsy burner. You answer the call as you stop on the top stair.

The woman on the other end asks for you by name. You confirm your identity as you hear familiar noises in the background. She's a nurse from the downtown hospital.

“I'm calling to confirm your father's discharge tomorrow at noon,” she says over the rustle of paper and clack of keys, “we'll need the bed so if there is any delay, another day would be added to the invoice.”

“I understand, I'll be there, erm… noon. Tomorrow,” you don't have your notebook so you key a reminder into the other phone. “Thank you for letting me know.”

“Of course, miss, we would recommend you arrive earlier. We have some resources and counseling available on what you can expect getting the patient settled at home,” she continues, “nine would be ideal. I'll be able to add a note for the doctor to check in as well.”

“Oh, yes, I can do that,” you squeak, “thank you.”

“Alright then, I have all that logged. You have a good day.”

“You too,” you utter before the line dies.

Phone calls weren't too bad. You think you did okay with that one. Then again, you didn't think! You're supposed to work tomorrow. Mr. Laufeyson said you could take Wednesday off, and tomorrow is only Monday.

You close the flip phone and stare at it. Oh boy. You really don't want to spoil this. Just the mention of the coming invoice underlines your desperation. You need the money. Your dad needs it.

“Are you finished?” Mr. Laufeyson's timbre drawls from down the hall. You glance over as he stands just in the doorway of his study. You gulp.

“Sorry, Mr. Laufeyson. I didn't mean to disturb–”

“Yet you did,” he insists.

“I was only going to check–”

“Not my concern so long as it's done,” he waves you off, “an important call, I assume, to make such a racket.”

“Mr. Laufeyson, um,” you shove the phones away, one in each of your pockets. “I… could I have the day tomorrow? Instead of Wednesday. My father is getting out of the hospital and–”

“The day? What time?” He snips as he approaches with decisive steps.

“Well, I'm supposed to go at nine,” you explain, “I'll come in Wednesday still.”

“You will come in tomorrow, after all that,” he says. “You can work later then.”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson, but my father will need help getting settled–”

“Figure it out. You agreed to this schedule–”

“I did but–” you stop yourself as his eyes flare, “I will be here in the afternoon, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“You will be. In the appropriate attire, I expect,” he snarls and spins to strut back to his office, swinging the door shut sharply.

You waver at the hard slam. You didn't mean to anger him. You can't help that your father needs you. You thought Mr. Laufeyson would be more understanding, after all, he's the one who pointed out how much you needed the money.

🧹

Your father shoos you away as you try to help him sit. He lets go of the walker and flops back with a grunt, his oxygen tank clinking against the aid’s metal leg. He coughs and snatches around blindly on the cushion for the remote. You retrieve it from the folding table beside him and put it in his hand.

That agitates him further as he growls and jams down the button to turn on the television. You yawn and back away. You still have a full day left ahead of you, and what feels like one behind you. You spent the night doing some last minute tidying to make sure everything is read for your father.

“Smokes,” he snaps his fingers and hacks.

“Er,” you hesitate. You go to find the half-crushed pack you found with him on the floor. You knew better than to throw it out. You return to him, clutching the package nervously, “Dr. Shearer said–”

“Give it to me,” he demands.

You relent and obey. He’s been doubly miserable than before. You feel like an annoying gnat buzzing around his head as he tries to swat you away.

“I made you meals for the weak. They’re all labeled in the fridge–”

“I’m not a goddamn kid,” he scowls and takes the lighter from the folding table.

“I know, but–”

“But I’m home. You probably hate that,” he sneers, “you’d be happy if I died in that hospital.”

You’re taken aback by the accusation. You gasp and shake your head, “of course not, I’m happy you’re here. That you’re alive–”

“Painfully,” he snorts darkly, “the fuck you keep me here for?”

You take a breath and frown. Your eyes tinge and your cheeks pinch, “because you're my dad… and I love you,” you croak.

He doesn’t reply as he pulls out a cigarette and moves the tube from below his nose. You watch him, waiting. He lights the smoke and sucks on it eagerly. You drop your head and give a shrug.

“I gotta go to work,” you say, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Don’t be slamming around when you come in,” he dusts ash over the freshly vacuumed carpet, “doctor said I needa sleep.”

“I won’t,” you promise and back away.

As you leave the room, your chest plummets in dread. You think of coming home, of finding him like you did before, laying on the floor, lifeless. You sniff and swipe away the speckling of tears. More than you want him to love you, you want him to love himself. You don’t just want him to want you around, you want him to be around.

🧹

You hurry up to Mr. Laufeyson’s gate with your kit and water bottle jostling. You fumble around until you find the smartphone and bring up the digits to punch into the code box. You buzz through and shuffle inside. You set off on your usual path around the back.

You stop at the rear door and try to untangle the strap of the water bottle from your kit. Your hand lingers on the front of the ballooning shirt. You still haven’t gone to look for clothes so you did your best with what you had. One of your father’s forgotten button-ups and a pair of pants that could pass in an office. It’s ill-fitting and scratch but better than jeans.

You get inside and leave your kit in the closet. Today’s a cleaning day but you have a few things to check off the schedule first. With your water bottle bouncing on your hip, you go upstairs and scurry down to the library.

As you enter, you’re surprised to discover the space less than empty. You apologise aloud and choke on the word, ‘mister’. It isn’t the house’s single resident as you expect, no, this figure could not be more different than Mr. Laufeyson. You recognise them, from the dinner.

The blond man faces you as he stands by the window, the drapes open to add the peculiarity of the situation. Like the man, the space is golden with sunlight. You lean back on your heel as you clutch the door handle.

“Hello,” he grins as he greets you in a playful demeanour. You can’t answer. You don’t know if you should.

Is it rule one; don’t speak unless permitted; or the other rule, do not disturb my guests. You can’t figure out the riddle so you languish in perplexity.

“Aren’t you a sweet little lamb,” he muses as he steps away from the window, placing his hands on the back of the dimpled leather chair. His large hands. If you thought Mr. Laufeyson was tall, this man is even taller and twice as wide. “I remember you. The sweet maid.”

You blink. Where is Mr. Laufeyson? You can’t speak. You’re too terrified; not just of the strange man but of the one you know by name. Your employer would be unhappy to know you spoke out of turn.

“Have you seen my brother at all?” He prompts disregarding your stagnant silence. “Has he spoken of me? His brother? I'm Thor.”

You look down at your hand on the door handle.

“And what is your name?” He asks.

You don’t answer. You know it’s not right but you have no other choice. You pull the door shut and close the man in. You retreat in a half-sprint and barrel back down the stairs. You trip at the bottom and barely save yourself from stumbling to your knees.

You latch onto the banister post to keep your balance and catch your breath. You hear the door above. Oh no, would he follow you? Another door clicks and you look up to find a shadow on the other side of the frosted glass framed in the front entrance.

Mr. Laufeyson steps inside coolly, unbothered as swings the door shut and tugs on the lapel of his suit jacket. His eyes fall on you and he scuffs on his sole, tilting his head in curiosity. You didn’t realise he hadn’t even been there. You look at the ceiling with wide eyes; so how was the other man inside?

“Well, there you are,” he says matter-of-factly, “this place is sore in need of a dusting–”

Laufeyson is interrupted by a clamour of footsteps above. You let go of the banister and sidle away as his green eyes flick to the top to the staircase. You shy away and listen as the man descends in a series of thunder thumps. You turn to peek down the hall, wanting to hide in your chores.

“Stay,” Laufeyson commands. You turn back to him as he points at your feet. You stop in place and sway. He faces his visitor as he comes to the bottom stair, “brother, what is the meaning of this intrusion?”

“Can I not come see my baby brother?” The other man; the stranger; his brother, called Thor, booms.

“You may, when you warn me of it,” Laufeyson rebuffs.

“Ah, don’t be so grim,” Thor claps his shoulders and is swiftly shrugged off, “this place is always so dark. I hope you don’t mind, I opened a few windows.”

“I do mind,” Laufeyson says, “you do always presume.”

“And you are always offer such a warm welcome,” he tries to tap Laufeyson’s cheek but is batted away. The dark of the brothers backs up with a scoff. “Ah, and there she is. I was only just coming to find the little maid. She rushed off so suddenly–”

“You don’t need to bother with her,” Laufeyson dismissed with a slice of his hand through the air, “maid,” he points at you again, “back to work.”

You lean back on your heel, ready to disappear.

“Ah, don’t be so rude, brother. She is sweet. You get more bees with honey–”

“Do not tell me how to run my house,” Laufeyson growls, an edge in his voice you’ve never heard before. Dangerous and dark.

“Is she not doing you a service? A please would be appropriate–”

“You are not mother. I don’t need you to mind my manners,” Laufeyson girds and nears his brother, unflinching even as he comes up a few inches short of chest to chest, “nor do you need to worry for my staff. She does not take orders from you.”

“And I suppose that’s all she gets from you,” Thor chuckles.

You furrow your brow, stunned by their spat. You’re not quite sure what that last bit meant. You work for Mr. Laufeyson so of course he would tell you what to do. And why are they so volatile? They’re brothers. You don’t have any siblings but you always wanted one. So that you had a friend. So you weren’t alone.

“Maid, go,” Laufeyson repeats, “now.”

Your eyes widen and you nod. You quickly turn and rush down the hall to the closet. You’re shaking as you try to sort out one phone from the other and find the old list of tasks. You can hardly steady your hands to get a pair of gloves on.

You take your time in the back of the house as you hear the men’s footfalls climb the staircase. You let your nerves settle just a little. You’re alone, for now, and your mission is simple. Clean and stay unseen.

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kurooo-is-here · 4 months

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Oh, I got an idea! Drayton x Reader and Lacey x Crispin, the reader and Crispin want to get their crushes to finally confess to them but they're taking too damn long! They team up and pretend to be dating to get both of them jealous >:) (And Drayton in the end loses his cool! Le gasp!) (Could u also get Crispin and Reader to almost kiss? THX U)

LMAO this one was so fun to write! Drayton is definitely more jealous while Lacey is calmer and mature.

Drayton x Reader and Crispin x Lacey

You and Crispin have been besties for years now, so of course you two talked about your crushes!

Crispin sighed and said he couldn't get himself to confess, so he was hoping Lacey could do it first to save him the trouble-- but she hasn't, even after all this time, despite showing interest in him! And he's never had to courage to go up and talk to her properly about his feelings. Poor guy...

Meanwhile, Drayton was always conveniently avoiding the subject, making jokes to change the subject. One time, he even just dozed off for no reason in the middle of you talking! Goddamnit toothpaste boy!!

You and Crispin devised a plan: pretend you're dating each other to get the two of them jealous! What could go wrong?? :D

It started with you leaning on Crispin's shoulder and holding his hand in the halls. No one was really surprised by this sudden display of "affection", since you two were already long-time friends. It was the perfect excuse.

Drayton and Lacey didn't say anything at first, but they definitely raised an eyebrow at you two-- so you decided to turn it up a notch.

One day in the clubroom, you loudly proclaimed that you loved Crispin sooo much, you just wanted to smooch him right now! As you leaned in for the "kiss", Drayton quite literally put his hand between your mouths to stop you.

"Uh, guys. No kissing in the clubroom." Drayton said, crossing his arms. His tone was surprisingly calm, but you knew better than to be fooled by that. He was about to lose his cool.

Crispin grinned at you knowingly and pushed further. "Whaaat, is someone jealous?"

Drayton's smile dropped. The entire room went silent as everyone noticed his demeanor. "Haha, what if I am?" He asked, tilting his head. "..What if I think you're trying to play me for a fool?" His icy tone sent shivers down your spine, despite not being directed at you.

"GAH! You saw through our plan?!" Crispin blurted, putting his head in his hands. "Ugh, Y/N! I thought we had him!"

The tension seemed to lift slightly. Drayton smiled again, though his smile looked... strained. "Ah, so you did plan this?"

Lacey walked over too, much to Crispin's dismay. "Crispin! You shouldn't play with people's hearts like that, it's just not right!"

Lacey looked at Drayton, and they both nodded. "Crispin, we'll decide a suitable punishment for you later." Drayton said.

Crispin nearly fell out of his seat. "W-Wait, WHAT?! But this wasn't all my idea, Y/N was in on it too--"

Drayton put a hand on your shoulder as he glared at Crispin. "Believe me, I know." Somehow, Drayton's touch felt oddly warm. Lacey had to drag Crispin out of the room to have a talk with him, leaving you and Drayton alone at the table.

"Drayton, I really am sorry about all of that... I don't actually like Crispin that way." You said quietly. "I understand if you're upset."

Drayton just sighed. "Apology accepted, as long as you don't do it again." He said, sitting next to you.

Suddenly, a realization dawned on you. "Wait... you agreed with Crispin earlier when he asked if you got jealous.. does that mean-?"

"Bingo!" Drayton replied. "Though I never imagined the confession would happen like THIS."

He laughed and leaned closer to you. "But... from now on, you're my treasure. No one's gonna get in the way of that."

His tone seemed sincere this time. It flustered you, seeing him so serious.

Seems like Crispin got his happy ending too, because he came back to the clubroom with a kiss mark on his cheek and a big smile on his face. You both celebrated by yelling "LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO!!!" before Lacey ran in to tell you two to lower your voices.

Turns out, Lacey had given Crispin a pretty stern talking to, but she got a bit frustrated and had to sit down for a moment to collect her thoughts. Crispin sat beside her and they had a talk for awhile about their families and futures, at which point Lacey finally admitted she had feelings for Crispin.

Drayton may or may not have challenged Crispin to a battle later, and Crispin may or may not have lost horribly after Drayton unleashed the fury of his Pokemon. Oops.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon drayton #pokemon lacey #pokemon crispin #crispin x lacey #pokemon drayton x reader #kuro writes

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shychick-52 · 7 months

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Louie and Della's development (long post)

In honor of Louie and Della Day (which I'm a day late for), I thought I'd post my favorite scenes:

I always found it very interesting that in 'The Secret of Castle McDuck', Louie was the most upset and affected by Dewey keeping his investigation and findings about their mom a secret (and I love how it clearly sounds like he's holding back tears; fantastic reading by Bobby Moynihan).

"You kept a secret about Mom."

"That is not ok."

And when Della came back in 'Nothing Can Stop Della Duck', he thought it was way too good to be true, thinking it was "a trick, or a curse from Magica, or a parallel universe" (and it was perfect how the most street-smart and shifty triplet was immediately on his guard- because like he said in another episode, "You can't outcon a con"- and the thing is, his concerns were totally valid and not that farfetched after everything they've seen and experienced with Scrooge):

And I love how he couldn't keep up his reservations for more than a few seconds before tearfully embracing her with his brothers:

"Mom!"

And... ngl, that's why I hate how Louie immediately goes back to being skeptical, reserved, and forcing himself to be emotionally distant throughout nearly the rest of the episode, even after Della spoke from the bottom of her heart (before she began trying to bond with them):

"Boys, I don't know what to say. Except that I am so sorry I ever set foot on that rocket. I never meant to leave you... or miss your first steps... or potty-training..."

"What I'm trying to say is... for a decade, I have fought to get back to this family. And I will fight every day to be a part of it, if you'll have me."

Louie is still uncertain, and starts to say "I- I-" but the others eagerly embrace her and declare them to be a family again.

It always bothers me that Dewey had to force Louie's hand on top of Della's.

*Still speaking from her heart* "I missed you so much! You deserve to have the best mom and I'm going to be the best mom, starting right now!"

And YES, before anyone says it, I do get why Louie felt the way he did, especially being the most independent and cynical triplet:

"Hey, look, don't get me wrong. Of course I'm happy to have Mom back. I don't know, it's probably my fault... I've gone so long without a mom, I guess I don't really know how to have one?"

His feelings are absolutely understandable and valid, and she was still basically a stranger to him at that point- I mean, Donald kept them in the dark about their mom and her legacy (their whole family legacy) all their lives, and it took finding out their brother was secretly investigating her for him and Huey to find out more about her and the Spear of Selene- but it still disappoints me after how upset he was about Dewey keeping secrets about her, how he was so quick to emotionally accept her right after being so instinctively skeptical at first, and after her emotional, earnest speech to them.

It bothers me that it took her risking her life to save Louie to prove herself to him, or to realize she truly does care. Like, not only is she a veteran adventurer, but she's their mom- ofc she'd do that without thinking twice about it!

But I absolutely love her end speech and Louie's response. It didn't feel like a rehash of her speech from earlier in the episode, when you think about the conversation she overheard about them struggling to come to terms with having her in their lives (especially how Louie was the most skeptical):

"Huey. Dewey. Louie. I know you're not used to having a mom. And I am not used to being one. But I'll figure it out as we go along."

Louie: "We all will."

And I always get emotional during their conversation in the season 2 finale, "Moonvasion". It felt like not only a perfect conclusion to Louie's arc in that season, but the development of his and Della's relationship (including after all unfortunate drama starting in 'Timephoon') . Scared for their future because of the Moonvasion, Della is sadly humming her old lulaby as she looks at her drawing of her boys. Louie notices she's alone and apparently not doing so great, and actually feels comfortable enough to approach her about it:

"Hey, Mom."

"I drew this back when I had to imagine what you boys looked like."

"I think you really nailed Dewey."

"On the moon, all I could think about was being your mom. The adventure, the fun. I wasn't prepared for... all this."

Louie: "Look, I hate surprises. I like seeing every angle of a situation so I can take control of it. But you can't plan for everything... sometimes a robot boy uses you for a pinata."

Della: "I think I'm losing the thread here..."

Louie: "But sometimes the mom you thought you lost comes back. And that's a surprise too. So, you deal with bad surprises because they may lead to a good one."

"But what if Lunaris succeeds? What if I lose you again? What if-"

"You know, when I'm terrified- which is often- I try to remember this old song:

Face each new sun with eyes clear and true.

Unafraid of the unknown-"

Della: -"Because I'll face it all with you."

"I wrote that song before I got lost. How did you hear it?"

"Well, Uncle Donald used to sing it to us when we were little."

Not only does it beautifully fulfill the development in their relationship and allow them to move past the drama between them, not only does Louie reach incredible growth in his maturity, but it's Louie being the parent to Della... comforting her and offering her reassurance (and I love Louie showing a moment of weakness/vulnerability in admitting he often gets scared, which is not easy for him). A perfect way to conclude the second season, Louie's arc, and the development of Della's return to the family.

Thoughts?

#louie duck #della duck #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #character development

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d-a-r-l-i-i-n-g · 11 months

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Since you're looking for requests, could i request something with the brothers and a reader who's oblivious to her/their beauty? Like someone compliments her on it and she's just like "what a nice thing to say", maybe doesn't even believe the brothers want her? Totally fine if not! Have a nice day!

Of course! Sorry if this took me some time, but here it is! And also as someone who also has a mindset like that this was so difficult to write- I didn't want them to shift from their personalities whilst writing this. (if that makes sense)

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⇢ ˗ˏˋthe brothers with mc who is oblivious to their beauty࿐ྂ

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You were a normal person..(other than being kidnapped for an exchange program and making a pact with all the seven demon brothers) other than that you were normal, in looks, in personality, so you found it hard to believe that the seven rulers of hell ended up falling for you, it was kinda confusing like what did they see in you? And when you did receive a compliment from Asmo, or any of the brothers you would always be like "Oh!" or "That's cool." those compliments would go from one ear to another, and you found it hard to believe anything they said, eventually they realised your behaviour, Levi was the first to notice as he is quite insecure himself, and also finds it hard to believe many compliments you tell him, then Asmo, then Satan, and Lucifer than the twins and then Mammon, they all noticed your behaviour.

"Have you all realised that Mc, they don't seem to take compliments with pride?" Satan said closing his book and leaning on the table,

"Right? It's almost like they don't believe what we tell them, is true!" whining, asmo placed a hand on his hip, his champagne-coloured strands falling in front of his complexion.

"Pft- Why would Mc think that?"

"Mammon, some people genuinely don't believe that they are, good enough.." Levi spoke up clicking away on his console, Lucifer's crimson eyes flickered into each of his brother's gazes, they all had somewhat of concern on their faces, chewing his bottom lip he leaned back on his chair crossing his arms.

"We should talk to them about it, maybe something is up." belphie yawned, turning to his orange-haired twin who didn't seem to be eating anymore, he could feel that he was concerned for his human lover, Lucifer nodded his head "Belphie is right." Lucifer and Mammon cursed themselves for not realising their lover's strange behaviour earlier, Levi felt guilt, I mean you always helped him when he felt insecure or upset, Satan was looking into why you must be feeling like this, Asmo and the twins felt confused, Not only were you incredibly gorgeous you had helped them so much, could you not see how much you are 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 to them?

"We should but I think if we all confront them at the same time then that would be quite-" before satan could finish his sentence, Mc walked in, hands behind their back, the brothers turned to look at their human lover, they seemed quite tired. "Mc! We gotta talk-" Mammon was cut off by an excited Asmo as you walked over, Asmo grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into a side hug, "Give them some space.." belphie said yawning. "What? You're just jealous I got to Mc before you, and besides Mc loves my hugs!" you chuckled softly, beel standing up and pulling you into a bear hug, he didn't say anything, you could tell something was up, he held you tightly, not planning to let you go anytime soon, you opened your mouth to speak up. "okay, what's going on?" your voice was a bit muffled due to the hug, beel let's you go, and you look at the brothers, they all looked nervous, or just in thought, finally Lucifer broke the silence, clearing his throat. "Mc, do you feel unworthy of our love?" your eyes widened slightly, the question was so direct that the others were looking at their older brother whilst he said that, Levi felt a bit uneasy from the question, he doesn't know why. "why- no, it's..not that.." you tried to explain the best way you could but honestly you didn't know how to tell them, "then what is it?" raising his eyebrow and placing his arm on the table satan's gaze was focused on yours your nervous one, "Come on mc ya know you could tell us right?" mammon implored, the rest of the brothers nodded their heads, "Come on! You know I can't wait that long!"

"Asmo let them speak." placing a gloved hand on his head Lucifer sighed

taking a deep breath in you opened your mouth to explain once again. "look, i-um I don't really see what you guys see in me you know, I'm "average" in looks." you chuckled softly to ease the tension in the air, (yeah that didn't work) the brother's eyes were wide and you could tell they had so many objections they wanted to say.

"Okay, first of all, you are beyond gorgeous, and I'm not just saying that, as someone who is exquisite myself, I wouldn't fill your mind with empty compliments!" (yeah shits about to go down) Asmo was pouting and crossing his arms before you could object beels arms grabbed you again pulling you into another hug, "Mc, please don't think that." was all he could say, feeling a little bad you hugged beel back, "And also to think that we would just get together with you only because of your looks? Asmos's statement was right but did you forget about all we went through and all you have done, for us?" Lucifer stated, his gaze still not shifting away from yours, he wished he could grab those thoughts away, getting up Mammon grabbed you, by the waist pulling you close, "Listen, I'm not going to have my human go around with those thoughts in their head!" placing a hand on her face he cupped it gently, "Mammons right, you helped me a lot to overcome my thoughts, and I've been feeling a lot better." Levi said honestly grinning softly, pulling away from Mammon's grasp, you smiled warmly, did it make you change your mind completely? No, but you did feel a lot better because from then on from time to time the brothers told you how gorgeous you were every single day, they loved you but hated when you thought so little of yourself because if you saw yourself the way they saw you, you would never feel insecure again.

Hey dhar man fam I really hope you-

Okay but srsly that was such a cute idea, I took a while on it I really try my best to get these out quickly, for you guys. <3

#obey me x reader #obey me x reader fluff #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader #obey me x you #obey me asmo x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me gender neutral mc

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Unspoken Bonds (Olivia Benson X Friend! Reader, Rafael Barba X Reader)

Request: Hello, there! I would like to request an Olivia Benson x Friend!Reader were reader and some friends in the alley near Olivia's apartment building. One day, after a fight with her boyfriend, reader is drinking beer in the spot she usually hangs out at, and Olivia talks her into going back into the apartment. They talk, and Olivia cooks her dinner. Olivia asks reader to join her some other time.

A/N: This request has been tweaked with the boyfriend but not boyfriend just someone the reader has been crushing on being Barba and the fight being him leaving the squad after his trial! I hope you like it so sorry it took so long!

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The air in the alley was usually welcoming. The hushed whispers, the laughter.

Today it seemed quiet. Tense.

You walked, a frown on you face as you rushed into the bar. You were not by any means a drinker, but you always came with the squad to drink after a case.

You sighed. There was no one here today and you needed a drink.

Or two or three.

Earlier in the day, a heated argument had erupted between you and Rafael. He was found not guilty and yet instead of celebrating you found yourself even more upset.

He wanted to leave. Leave the DA's office. Leave the squad.

Leave you.

It angered you how you had supported him from the moment he pulled the plug and it had all been for nothing. The weight of the disagreement lingered heavily in the air as you found yourself drowning another drink.

You loved him.

Not that he knew, of course. To him, you were just a friend. Just a really good friend he would call every morning, text every night, laugh with, go on vacations with.

Just a friend.

The whole squad knew you had feeling for him beyond a silly crush. You hadn't wanted to tell him. You were certain he didn't have the same feelings for you. If he did he would have already made a move by now. It had been years since you had met. So many coffee meet-up, trial victory dinners and late night movies.

You scowled as you asked the bartender for another one, not noticing someone eyeing you from across the bar.

Olivia, ever perceptive, noticed the turmoil in your eyes when you walked into the bar. She decided to give you some space but kept a watchful eye. As the night wore on and the three drink became six it became apparent that you weren't going to bounce back from this one easily. Olivia knew how much you cared for Barba. She knew the how upset you were. From the moment you had come back from the courthouse and left with you jacket without saying a word, Olivia knew something was wrong. A call from Rafael confirmed her suspicions. Lots of things were said, lots of unpleasant ones and Olivia listened as he pleaded her to check up on you.

Which led to her quietly approaching you.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her tone a careful mix of concern and warmth.

You looked up, offering a small, sad smile. "Hey, Liv. Yeah, sure."

The two of you settled into a quiet corner, away from the prying eyes and the buzzing conversations. Olivia, familiar with the unsaid language of pain, waited for you to open up.

"He wants to leave, Liv," you finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "After everything that happened with the trial, he just wants to start fresh. I can't wrap my head around it, Liv. We fought, and I don't know what to do."

Olivia's eyes softened, understanding the weight of your words. "He's worried about you, you know?"

You rolled your eyes. "Of course he is," you said, sarcasm lacing your voice.

"Why haven't you told him?"

Your eyes went wide as you looked up. "Liv I can't."

"Why not?" Came the careful pry.

You felt something wet on your cheek and you touched it, realizing you were crying.

You were immediately engulfed by a caring warmth. Olivia held you, as the tears continued to flow freely down your face.

"Let's get out of here," she whispered into your ear as she called over the bartender to pay your tab

You nodded as you pulled away, as you tried to wipe your tears away. "No Liv let me pay-"

"No, I think you've gone through enough today." As she glanced down at the receipt she looked over at you and couldn't help but laugh as she passed you the bill.

You looked at it.

Holy shit. 200 bucks.

"Still want to pay?" She asked with a grin and you cracked, giggling as you shook your head.

Olivia finished paying and you tried to get up but immediately felt the weight of the drink your had.

This is why I don't get drunk.

Olivia helped you towards her car, laughing the whole way as you tried to walk in a straight line.

After a five minute struggle you managed to get into her car.

"Is it okay if we go to my place?" Olivia asked.

Feeling a sense of comfort in her offer, you agreed, allowing Olivia to guide you back to her apartment.

Inside, the apartment felt like a sanctuary. She made sure you were comfortable, offering a safe space for you to unload the burden you had been carrying.

"So why haven't you told him?"

You sighed and let out a deep breath. "I don't know Liv. He probably doesn't even feel the same way. We've been friends for years and he's never show any interest beyond our friendship."

Olivia nodded, the conversation beginning to sound awfully familiar. "You won't know unless you tell him. Would you really just let him leave without telling him?"

"I-I-I don't know. Maybe?" You tried, stuttering.

Olivia raised her eyebrows. "Seriously?"

You threw your hands up in defeat. "Liv come oooon! That's not fair."

Olivia shook her head, "It's not fair to either of you."

You were quiet.

After a while, sensing the need for a change of tone, Olivia suggested, "How about I cook us some dinner? A little distraction might do us good."

You managed a weak smile, appreciating the effort to get your mind off it.

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As Olivia moved around the kitchen, getting everything on the stove, she felt her phone vibrate.

A text message.

'Is she okay?'- Rafa

Olivia wiped you hand on a towel as she peaked her head and saw you had picked a book off herself and had begun to read it. She sighed before texting Rafael back.

'Yes but you need to tell her!'

A minute passed before a reply came.

'I will.'- Rafa

She smiled as she looked up at you form on the couch, engrossed in the book, before getting back to dinner.

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As the smell of food filled your nose you began to lose interest in the book you had grabbed from Liv's bookshelf. You stood up and placed it back in its spot before walking to the window, looking out at the city below.

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. You knew you had acted childishly. You knew going to the bar wouldn't and hadn't solved any of your problems.

You knew you had to tell him.

You checked your phone, having putting it on silence after storming out of Rafael's office.

70 new text messages and 20 missed calls.

A new text appeared before you could open the others.

'I'm sorry for today. I hurt you and I need to see you. Let me make this right. Please let me see you.'- Raf <3

Your heart skipped a beat but before you could text back Olivia called out, "Dinner's ready."

As you sat down to eat, the taste of Olivia's homemade dinner mingled with the shared silence made you anxious. She glanced up as your leg bounced erratically under the table.

"Are you ok-"

"He asked to see me!" You blurted out.

Olivia tried to hide her smile as she nodded. "And?"

"I'm going to tell him." You said with determination.

Olivia took a drink from her wine. "That's great. I'm glad."

You smiled as you texted Rafael back as Olivia took another bite from her food, trying to keep her composure as she felt her phone go off.

'Thank you Liv. I owe you a million.'- Rafa

Olivia looked up grinning and you grinned back.

"See my food makes everything better!" She joked.

You laughed. "Thank you Liv. Honestly you're such a good friend."

"It's what I do," She said with a smile as she began to think how she would tell the squad tomorrow.

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Taglist: @wittysunflower, @rocknroll900

Sorry this request took forever. The writing slump was quite real. I hope you all liked it and please leave comments and thoughts as well as requests!! Love you all!

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year

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hiii there. I hope you’re doing okay. may I request something with hotch? like reader is still v. self-conscious of her body, and maybe she was sad because of something she saw/read/heard and he comes home to her crying and runs a hot bath for her and basically worships her? idk. I’m feeling it today. 🥺 thank you!

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aw i know the feeling well and i'm so so sorry it's awful :( i hope this makes your day better and you wake up tomorrow feeling more positive!! <3

cw; body image, small alcohol mention, i think that's it? and ofc fluffy fluff fluff <333

aaron can instantly tell something is off from the moment he opens the door.

you almost always beat him home; your work day ends much before his does. as a result, he was used to seeing your smiling face upon his entry, providing the usual 'welcome home kiss' he looked forward to from the second he left the apartment in the morning. maybe you would have dinner started, or you were relaxing on the couch with a glass of wine.

but this time, it's silent.

actually, no. it's silent except for the soft sound of you weeping coming from down the hall.

it's not hard to miss, and aaron almost feels guilty he didn't hear it immediately. worries instantly consumes him, worse case scenarios already flooding his head. so he doesn't waste another second to drop his things and hurry in your direction.

"sweetheart?" he asks with a sense of urgency, finding you sitting on the bed. "what's wrong?"

you nearly jump in surprise at his words; your cries had covered up the sounds of his arrival home so until now, you had thought you were alone. "nothing," you manage with a shake of your head, turning away so he wouldn't witness you wiping at your tears. "i'm fine."

you hadn't done a very good job of pleading your case, and well, because aaron knows you better than anyone, he knew there was more to the story. he knelt in front of you, taking your hands into his, making your own look minuscule in comparison.

"it must to be something if it has you this upset." he said solemnly, his thumbs brushing the palms of your hands gently.

you hesitate, considering not even voicing your thoughts, but from the look in his eyes, your heart pinches at the idea that you wouldn't confide in him. he's your aaron; he's been there during your good and bad days. there's no safer place than with him.

"sweetheart?"

"i just," you said, "i feel disgusting." you finally share, even more tears welling up in your eyes at your confession.

"what?" he asks softly, his eyebrows raising in slight surprise.

"someone..." you swallow the lump in your throat, his hands tightening their hold on yours. " someone said some things at work earlier."

aaron's face falls as you recall the negative statements you had overheard a colleague say in your regard. halfway through, you're leaning forward into him; your head his shoulder, your tears soaking through his dress shirt, just sobbing.

aaaron lets you cry, giving you the opportunity to let it all out. he doesn't mind in the slightest that you've wet his shirt, and he himself holds back tears at your anguish. not only that, he's angry. not at you, of course, but at the person who's put these incorrect thoughts into your head. he nearly scoffs at the audacity, how someone can believe you're anything less than extraordinary, in all aspects, is beyond him.

once you've calmed down a bit, he speaks up.

"you know that's all not true, don't you?" as he speaks, you pull back to look at him. "i mean it, you're absolutely perfect."

you shake your head. "but i-"

"no, no," aaron interrupts, shushing you. "you are perfect. there isn't an ounce of you that i don't love." he brings your hands to his lips, kissing them softly. "i love how your hands fit into mine. a perfect match, don't you think?"

aaron's hands let go of yours, and they find the way to the hem of your shirt. his eyes go to yours for permission, and once granted, his fingers are slipping underneath your shirt.

"and don't get me started on your body. how soft your skin is, your curves that make me weak in the knees." his fingers lightly trail along your sides, giving you instant goosebumps. "you have no idea what you do to me."

you let out a soft breath as his eyes reconnect with yours, heavy with desire. he reaches up a bit, brushing his lips against yours.

"you have zero imperfections. none."

you loop your arms loosely around his shoulders, eager to be closer, and he finally presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

"i love you, i love every piece of you. darling, believe me when i tell you, you're stunning." he mumbles softly into your lips.

after a few seconds, he pulls away and wipes at your few remaining tears. "feeling any better?"

"a bit, yeah." you nodded, offering him a tiny smile which causes one to pull on his face as well.

"c'mon then," he gets up, his knees cracking softly as he does so. his hands find your shoulders, massaging them gently for a few moments. "i'm going to run you a bath, it'll help relieve the tension in your shoulders, alright?"

you nod and he kisses the top of your head, reaching again for one of your hands to pull you to your feet.

"and if that doesn't help, i have a few other ideas to wash away any remaining doubts you may still have."

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagines #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds drabble #criminal minds #aaron hotchner smut

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nanomooselet · 2 months

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Episode Two: The Running Man

It's odd how little gets said about this ep, considering it's the most direct homage the earlier anime adaptation - but maybe that might be why? Since, as I said, this was my entry into the story, to me it felt out of place. It seemed like it was doing all it could to distract from how the previous ep concluded.

With hindsight, I think that's the idea.

The opening with the radio! I'm so weirdly fond of it. Yeah it's a flashback, but it shows Vash in a private moment without his mask; a glimpse of his secrets. He's not wearing his coat, so you get a look at how broad his shoulders are; he's also handling the tools to maintain his gun skilfully for someone who claims he's not a fighter. As he's contemplating the crash - he was there, obviously, and he has the photo of him, Rem and Nai still - the radio host says without the Plants, our ancestors would have died out long ago. How long ago? Long enough that Vash likely shouldn't still look such a gosh darn pretty boy? Yet it slips by.

(I do not understand the complaints that Stampede had no mystery.)

This is the episode where he's most committed to the bit of being cute but sort of hapless and silly, too, so the contrast is dramatic. I don't think he was actually expecting Meryl and Roberto to clear his name all at once, but I do think he was hoping, I don't know, maybe they'd believe him from the first. But nothing's ever that easy for my boy. I gotta say, Vash, optimism has its limits. Your story is that you're being framed by your previously unknown identical twin brother. You know it's true, I know it's true, but you might have had an easier time with some, I don't know… evidence? It's not surprising the reporters are sceptical.

Oh god, I'm so sorry, do you want a hug or -

(By the way, this means Knives told everyone it wasn't him, it was a one-armed man.)

He's being melodramatic, but I suspect also more sincere than what comes across - which is the whole reason he exaggerates, of course. (What? No, I'm not talking from experience. I have never, ever done this. Never ever in A MILLION YEARS have I exaggerated to obfuscate my sincerity.) The angle changes to show his face, and it's pretty clear how genuinely exhausted and upset even the thought of Knives makes him. Though it is still pretty funny that Meryl just isn't having it.

Also funny: Meryl versus the Worms, round one. Worms 1, Meryl 0.

Roberto greeting Tonis is really cute. He's a grump, but he's never an asshole to kids.

Ahhhh Tonis gives Vash his bugs and Vash pats his head and then he moves to take his hand away Tonis grabs it so he'll keep doing it and then when Rosa tells Tonis to leave Vash look dismayed and waves goodbye and it is so cute and IT IS SO SAD.

Because Rosa loves her son, wants him healthy and happy and safe, wants him shielded from the violence of the world and from decisions like pulling a gun on the hero of your town who's been nothing but good to you, better than you deserve - and yet we saw Rosa come to the decision that she would do this last episode. Right about... here. See the way she moves from standing in front of him, almost protectively, to beside him, clearing the way? By the look on her face, she doesn't want to. Vash proved himself yet again afterwards, saved the town without hesitation the moment it was endangered at great risk to himself. He's a good man, a friend, someone she trusts. But it's not him Rosa's thinking of now. It's not even the town. It's Tonis.

I have to say, Roberto doesn't look shocked or concerned. He just wearily sets down his mug and raises his hands, expression unchanged. Meanwhile Meryl's turned into a cartoon.

Vash understands. He didn't fight back against the MPs. He didn't instigate the duel. It's because of him that this is necessary. That just doesn't mean he's going to make it easy for them.

Ah, that old Stampede special: the undignified leg-spread landing.

Man the English dub is good, but it's this episode I started to realise how good. It's incredibly funny. "The furious fists of the Nebraska Family challenge you to a duel!" "Felt the fury right there!" "Money! Come back!" "I hope you like pancakes, because you're going to become one!"

There's one translation I'm not sold on, though, and it's Nebraska declaring "Power is justice! Power is truth!" I had the same problem in Persona 5 Royal when I played it and the characters kept going on about how they'll "prove our justice". It sounds so awkward.

From what I can tell, the word they're using translates more clearly to "moral rightness" or "righteousness", and the score title for Stampede renders what Nebraska says better: might is right. He's advocating Social Darwinism, basically. It's the natural order of the world: the strong deserve to flourish, the weak deserve to perish.

Nebraska: I hate cowards like you! This whole planet is fighting for survival! Anyone who runs is bound to die like a sorry loser! But you, Stampede! How dare you?! / You coward! I despise waste-of-life cream puffs like you! You have to fight tooth and nail to survive in this world! If those who can't hack it run away and die like chickens, then so be it! But you? I expected more, Stampede!

Vash: You might be right that I'm too timid. But is that such a terrible thing? Is fighting everything head-on so important? Even if it gets someone killed? / Okay, I may not be the bravest, but what's so terrible about being a little timid? Is fighting head-on always right? It risks lives, and for what?

Nebraska: Weapons… are made for fighting! Do you get it now?! There's no future for those who don't fight! / I might as well, huh? It's what the damn thing's made for! That'll show ya! Any snivelling slug too scared to fight must die!

Vash: Come on, can you back off? I really don't want to fight anyone. / Can you guys cool it for a second? I'm really not in the mood for violence.

Nebraska: That's the attitude that pisses me off! / When the world ends, will it ask if you're in the mood?

It's kinda funny that Nebraska keeps going on about it, though, because he also keeps demanding accommodation for his son's weakness. If he was really committed he'd rely only on himself instead of endangering Gofsef. And yet oddly enough, it's the hypocrisy which saves him, because it's how Rosa realises how much they have in common. He loves Gofsef, just like she loves Tonis, and Vash forgives them both.

Enjoy the subtle gag of Meryl mirroring her "parents'" expressions, BTW.

Nabraska judging the townspeople for drinking before 5:00PM as if he didn't just destroy half the place trying to steal their only power source.

Gofsef being creeped out by Tonis's Worm buddies.

And Roberto visibly tuning out as Meryl tells him off.

I think the reason this feels like it's all happening so fast is because this is the place where an episode of the older adaptation would end, leaving some implied time to pass before the next crisis. But this isn't twenty-six self-contained episodes, it's twelve instalments of one story. The running man must continue to run, because it was never humans he was running from.

And I didn't realise this until now, but the drone in Vash's room? It's looking for him, or his things. It doesn't find either.

When it doesn't...

E.G. launches his assault, though the drones had been patrolling since the previous night. Vash was about to leave when he heard the scream from the diner and rushed back to help. And so he stayed long enough for E.G.'s master to arrive in person.

Whatever happened in Jeneora Rock, it seems it was necessary for Vash to witness it, so E.G. had instructions to keep him in place.

So E.G.'s cyborg enhancements look like a bear trap.

Of course.

#trigun stampede #meta: tristampparty episodes #tristampparty #trigun meta #scriptwriters knew exactly what was going on in ep 11 by the way #wonder where they got that sketch of vash looking adorable #somewhat convinced knives chose it to annoy vash #dig the subtle worldbuilding of the cars out there all being crap #but the eom's truck never has a problem

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bumblesimagines · 1 year

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❛ i was just trying to do something nice for you. ❜

❛ i'm sorry. i didn't mean what i said earlier. ❜

- Alicent Hightower

❛ i'm sorry. i didn't mean what i said earlier. ❜

❛ i was just trying to do something nice for you. ❜

Pronouns for y/n: he/him/his

Pressing your palms flat against the wooden table, you tried to shake of the anger boiling inside you. Alicent watched from her spot near the doors, toying with her rings as she watched you.

"Rosyn, please draw a warm bath for my dear husband." Alicent spoke softly to the maid fixing the bed.

"Of course, My Lad-"

"There's no need." You grunted and straightened up, running a hand through your silver hair and glancing at the maid. "What I need is for my father to listen to me."

"Go ahead, Rosyn. Accompany that with tea as well." Alicent nodded to the maid but she remained in her spot when you turned your glare onto Alicent.

"I said no."

"(Y/N)-"

"I do not need you bothering me, Alicent! Rhaenyra and Father are enough as is, I do not need you being a problem for me as well. If you have nothing insightful to tell me, then I suggest you go make yourself useful." The words rushed out without a second thought. Alicents eyes briefly widened before she casted her gaze downward and cleared her throat.

"Of course, my prince." She whispered and turned, opening the doors and leaving the room. You inhaled, lifting your hand to pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling the beginning of a headache form.

"Go ahead and draw a bath for her, Rosyn. Come find me when you're done." You instructed, turning away from the maid and listening to her leave the room.

You took a moment to calm down and sat at your desk, writing a letter to your uncle and sending it away. When Rosyn returned, you followed her to the bedroom you shared with Alicent and dismissed the servants with a wave of your hand.

"I was just trying to do something nice for you." Alicent muttered, running her fingers through the warm water. She sank deeper into the tub, strands of brown hair dipping into the water. You approached her and took a seat beside the tub, reaching out to toy with one of the soaked strands.

"I know, my love. I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said earlier. I'd never wish to upset you." Alicent turned her head to look at you, unable to hide a smile when your fingers gently stroked the side of her face.

"I know." She tilted her head to nuzzle into your hand, her eyes fluttering shut. "Although, we were both very upset." Alicent chuckled softly, lifting her hand to touch her ever-growing belly. Smiling, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, allowing yourself to forget about the kingdom and your family for a moment.

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #hotd x you #hotd x reader #hotd x male!reader #hotd #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon x male reader #house of the dragon x you #house of the dragon x y/n #house of the dragon #alicent hightower #alicent hightower x reader #Alicent Hightower x you #Alicent Hightower x male reader #x Targaryen reader

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v3nusxsky · 8 months

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Hey!! I know you said earlier that you are swamped with lesso requests, so really please dont feel like you have to write this. I just had this idea for an agere fic, so yknow how in the school for good and evil movie, when rafal is trying to destroy the schools, and he turns the staff (including lesso and dovey) into dolls?? What if reader is their girlfriend, and she didnt get turned into a doll because dovesso hid her in a room away from rafal so she doesnt get hurt. And reader notices that her mommas havent come back for quite some time, so she goes to search for them. She finds them as dolls, and at first she thinks its funny and she plays with them, but then she starts to miss the real human them and gets really upset. Once rafal is defeated, they turn back into their regular human forms (and remember everything that happened while they were dolls) and they comfort reader to make her feel better, super fluffy ending?? LOVE your writing, i hope youre having a great day. <333

Dolly heart

*Authors note~ I'm sorry it's taking ages for this to be posited but Agere will always have my heart, slowly smashing out these requests and getting ahead of myself which means you'll have fics prepared for when I move :)*

Trigger warnings~ little r Leonora mumma and Clarissa mommy Rafal being a horrid human sad little r

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Your girlfriends would always protect you and put your safety and health above their own. It took loving you for them to finally accept the love they'd been denying all the years for one another. And then they realised you regressed, allowing them to function as your caregivers which only strengthened their feelings for you and each other. When you regressed they took you to your old chambers in the school for good, where you had everything your little mind could ever think of.

This particular day, you happened to be snuggled up in the bed with your mommas happily suckling on your fingers as you dozed in and out of consciousness. That's when they heard it, the bang. What on earth would the Nevers and Evers doing now that would be so loud? But then came the terrified screams. Both woman made sure you would be happy and have all your needs met when you awaken before carefully leaving you to rest, they had every hope to be back before you even realised they had gone. But Rafal had other plans for the women.

Waking up cold was something you hated in either mindset, normally you'd have the warmth of at least one of your girls but not today. Your little mind struggled to understand where they'd gone. You spotted your favourite sippy cup and your favourite biscuit shaped like little animals at the bedside, all ready for you to pick at. But soon after you began to notice their absence again, you truly didn't know what to do or where they were which caused you to cry.

Twenty minutes of crying had you trying to escape the bed and flee the room, angry whines of frustration when you couldn't open the door. But after a few minutes of tugging and crying you managed to get it open just enough for you to slip through the gap. There you managed to stumble your way through the halls until you entered the great hall. Colourful and pretty much the dream wonderland for your mindset, but the best part was it came with dolly's.

Both mommas knew just how much you loved dolly's so of course they'd surprise you with dolls in certain places that you'd happen to find. This time it appears you'd been extra good because of the number of dolly's. If you were less excited and in more of a mature mindset you would've noticed the likeness to the people you call friends and your lovers. But you weren't, so with an excited squeal you threw yourself to the ground and scooped up the two dolls that looked like your mommas. "Momma" you whimpered stroking the dolls curly hair, "mommy!" You squeaked happily twirling the doll so her dress moves.

For a while you acted out all the little things your mind came up with, from momma and mommy being with you to adding in your friends miniature versions, going through daily things as you babbled to yourself happily. Looking at the Lesso doll had tears sprinting into your eyes, "mamamama" you babbled as the sadness overwhelmed you. "Want mamama mommmy" you whimpered putting the dolls down gently before curling into yourself in an attempt to self soothe.

You cried yourself to sleep on the cold hard floor, which is how you missed you dolls turning into the usual selves. Leonora was first to run to you, Doveys good instincts wanting her to check on everyone first, she know lesso would make sure your okay. "Dove? Wake up my little devil. Wake up for momma" she murmured while trailing her finger through your hair in a soothing manner. "Momma" you blinked sleepily coming to rub the sleep out of your tired eyes, "miss yous where gones?" That moment you caught sight of your mommy you could've sobbed for joy.

"Hi baby" Clarissa murmured coming to scoop you up in her arms, "I missed you sweet girl, and thank you for being so kind to those dolly's angel, we are very proud of you little love." At the mention of the dolls you began to search the room, not finding any dolls which caused you to cry. "What's wrong my darling?"Clarissa murmured now coming to rub your back in a soothing manner. "Mana dolly gones!" You sobbed hiccuping as the sobs wracked your body. "You want a mama dolly baby?" You nodded watching as Leonora magically produced two dolls, exact replicas of what you were playing with before. "Let's go lay down my love, I'm sure you wanna show momma and mommy dolly to all your other stuffies don't you?"

Word count~ 1019

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jenniferjareauwife · 1 month

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Hi!! Could you write a jj x celeb reader, doesn’t have to be specific maybe something with jj getting insecure about readers fame? Love you posts btw💝💝

Out Of All People

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: none

word count: 615

summary: your girlfriend gets insecure thinking she's not enough for you since you're famous and she's not

I shut the door to JJ and I's shared home, finally getting back from three months of shooting my new movie. JJ was supposed to be home but I didn't see her anywhere. Usually she would attack me into a bear hug and give me hours of cuddles, saying we needed to catch up on our cuddle time. "Jayje?" I called out for her and I heard something from upstairs so I went to see if it was her.

"Hi." She said nonchalantly as if it was just another day, that stung a bit. I hadn't seen her in 3 months I thought she would at least be a little excited to see me.

"Are you mad at me?" I dropped my bags and took a careful step closer to her. She shook her head. "Can you look at me JJ, you're scaring me."

She looked up at me reluctantly and I could tell she was really upset. "Hey, what's wrong?" I sat down next to her and put my arm over her shoulders. Normally she would lean into me for more comfort but she didn't this time. "Talk to me hon, what's going on?" I kept my voice soft as I was genuinely concerned. Usually if she's feeling down she'll text me or call me but she hasn't done any of that.

"Why do you love me?"

"I love you for a million reasons hon, why are you asking that?" I kissed the top of her head and waited patiently for her to answer.

"Out of all people...you chose me. You could have anyone you want, someone with money who could get you in a bunch of more roles, someone who was famous who you could share that life with and instead you settled for me." My jaw dropped.

"Settled for you? You're the girl of my dreams, I never thought I could ever have you." I confessed. "I was in love with you for months before I ever told you." She looked away. "Honey what's going on? You've never been like this before, did something happen?"

"I don't know I just...I don't understand how you're still with me. Are you happy with me or do you want someone else?"

"Of course I want you. You're the last thing on my mind when I fall asleep and the first thing on my mind when I wake up." I told her softly, brushing her hair out of her face. "I love you so much. How could you ever doubt that? Is it something I did to make you feel like you're not loved?"

"No...no it's not you." She finally leaned into me. "Just seeing you in all the interviews...just makes me wonder if you want to come home to that too, you know?" I shook my head.

"It's so relieving to come home to you." I rested my head on hers. "You're my safe space, you know that? I mean not only are you an insanely hot and scary FBI Agent but I also know that I can talk to you about anything and that you're always here for me. I can never have that with anyone but you. That's how much you mean to me baby." I kissed the top of her head.

"Thanks for saying that...that helped." She kissed my jaw and my nose before pulling me into a tight hug. "I'm really glad you're back. I'm sorry for not welcoming you earlier."

"It's ok. I'm just glad you're feeling better." I rubbed her back and kissed her cheek.

"Now get down here, we have to catch up on 3 months of cuddling." She pulled me down on top of her.

"Yes ma'am."

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau #x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #lgbtq #wlw post

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lildrabbles · 8 months

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Chapter 5: Getting to know each other

2007! Raph x Female! Reader

Summary: It's been a long day, but you finally get to know more about the turtle.

Warnings: swearing

A/N: sorry for not updating in a couple days! Kinda forget about it, but I just needed to add a couple more things then I was done!

You were extremely tired by the time you got home. You had to take the subway, which was as usual, full of sketch heads. You fumbled with your keys when you arrived at your apartment door. You heard a door open from down the hall, making you look up. It was your nosey neighbour, Brenda.

"Oh hello there!" She smiled happily.

You smiled to be polite. "Hello Brenda." You quickly got back to fumbling with the lock so you didn't have to talk to her.

"So have you heard the news about this Nightwatcher? I think it's just crazy!" She said, walking over right beside you.

You cringed a little. "O-oh, yeah, it is crazy.."

"Well I personally think he should just stop, I mean it's the police job to do that kind of stuff! He's just putting more people in danger!" She exclaimed.

"Mmhmm.." You nodded before finally getting the key in the hole. "Well, I gotta get going-"

"And that whole thing about the police chase last night was absurd!"

"Yeah haha, ok I gotta-"

"Oh! And that new restaurant that opened in town, you and I should totally go some time for a girl's night!"

"Yes that would be great, but I really have to get going now." You finally managed to finish a sentence.

"Oh yeah of course, of course! Have a good night, hun!" She then turned away, flipping her hair as she walked back down the hall.

You groaned quietly as you walked in your apartment, slipping your shoes off as you relocked your door. You looked around. "Raph?" You called out, half expecting no answer.

To your surprise, you heard a "Through here!" With the gruff, Manhattan accent you had already somehow gotten used to, despite it only being a day.

You walked through to the living room to find him sprawled out on the couch looking at his sais.

"You're still here?" A hint of surprise in your voice.

"You said to stay, didn't ya?" He quirked an eyebrow up.

"Well yeah, I just didn't expect you to..."

"Listen? Yeah I get told that a lot." He said before throwing his sais down on the coffee table, then sitting up, winching a little but otherwise was fine.

You walked over and sat beside him. "What did you do all day?"

Raph shrugged. "Nothing really... I uh, took a bath earlier, if you don't mind."

"No of course not!" You smiled up at him.

He smiled a little back at you, before clearing his voice and looking away. "How was work?" He asked with a gruff voice.

"Eh, tiring." You shrugged, leaning back. He nodded. Silence fell over the both of you, until you decided to break it.

"So um.. when are you planning to go back to the sewers?"

"Depends, when will Doc Y/N declare me healthy again?" He smirked a little.

You giggled. "Well, you still need to let it heal, but... I mean, if your family is worried then it must be best to go back. Do you have first aid down there?"

He nodded. "Yeah, Don has some."

You looked up at him questioningly.

"Oh, he's uh, my brother. My other one is Mikey."

"Didn't you mention something about another brother?"

"Hm?" He furrowed his brows.

"Well, last night you said 'my brother's are probably worried about them, 2 of them at least' or something like that. So do you have more than 2 other brothers?"

He chuckled. "Well, aren't you observant?" He sighed. "My other brother, he's the oldest, his name is Leo, but.. he left a while ago, and I think he aint coming back for a while. Cuz he has to be 'worthy' or some shit." He scoffed.

"Oh..." You didn't wanna pry too much cuz he seemed upset about it, so you moved on with a different question. "So are you all turtles?"

Raph nodded. "Yep. Mutated freaks. Well, I guess there's my dad, too."

"Is he a turtle too?"

"Ah... no, actually. He's not our biological father, um... he's a mutated rat. We're just a family of mutants."

Your eyes widened a little. "Oh!" You then smiled. "Tell me more!"

He grinned a little, happy to finally have someone to talk to.

You both ended up talking for hours, asking each other questions. Raph knew he could trust you. Which was weird cuz he didn't usually ever trust anyone. But there was just someone about you that... he knew he could trust with his and his family's secret.

It was starting to get dark by the time you started running out of questions to ask.

You finally sighed. "Well, you probably wanna be heading back down to the sewers, huh?"

"Eh, yeah probably.. don't wanna worry my brother's TOO much." Raph chuckled.

You stood up and smiled. "Give me a minute, I have something for you and your family."

You then walked over to your kitchen area behind the counter, grabbing a random bag along the way. You started to pack some extra food you had, and some snacks for them as well as some drinks. You then grabbed a small piece of paper, writing your name and phone number on it before sticking it in the bag with the rest of the goods.

You quickly ran to your bathroom to grab your first aid kit and grabbed some extra bandages and gauze and ran back to stick them in the bag as well, just in case they ran out. When you were finished, you handed the bag to him.

He looked dumbfounded."Uh... Y/N this is great but I can't accept this, what about you-"

"Don't worry about me silly, I can buy stuff, you can't. Just... please, take it. My numbers in there too... j-just in case of an emergency or..."

"Or?" Raph tilted his head in confusion.

"... or maybe if you ever wanted to hang out again. You seem like a nice guy, and I would love to see you again other than just the news." You giggled a little.

He blushed a little. "Uh, y-yeah, I would like that too." He smiled. Actually being referred to as a guy and not a turtle mutant freak gave him a funny but enjoyable feeling in his stomach. After he realised what was happening he cleared his voice. "Well i best get going.."

"Right! Right.." You smiled awkwardly up at him while walking him to your window.

Before he stepped out onto the fire escape, he looked back at you. "And uh... I guess I should thank you, Y/N. You saved my life."

"And you saved mine." You smiled. "Ok go, before someone gets suspicious."

He smirked before jumping out, then somehow jumping off the railing and onto the ground on his feet, stumbling a little as the hand holding the bag came up to grasp at his wound. You heard him mutter "fck!", before running off into the night and disappearing into the shadows. You worried about him, but you knew he would be fine.

#raphael tmnt #raphael #2007 tmnt #2007 raph #2007 raph x reader #Tmnt x reader #tmnt 2007 #tmnt raphael #raphael x reader #raphael x you

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everythingpresley · 1 year

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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 14 (Repost)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

|| Word Count: 5,462

Author’s note: Sorry guys I had to repost because the tags weren’t working :(

Masterlist

Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 14

Elvis came jogging back with a water bottle and some of my medication that was prescribed to me.

“Did you take your pills today?” He asked me as I sat up. He crouched down and gave me the water bottle.

“No.” I squeaked, taking small sips of the water.

“Jess.” He frowned.

“I was feeling a lot better when I woke up, I didn't think I needed them today since I wasn't feeling dizzy.” I replied when he pushed the pills into my hand.

“You’re supposed to take them for a week. Do I need to time your medication and feed them to you myself like a little kid.” He scolded.

“No, no. Fine, I’ll take them. Don't worry.” I handed him back the water bottle and lied down on the couch again.

“Actually, you know I've been told my kiss has that affect on women.” I opened my eyes to see him hovering above me, smirking.

“Or maybe I’m just pretending to feel dizzy so that I can get out of kissing you.” I replied.

“That was not what you said earlier. Oh take me Elvis.” He mocked.

I gasped in horror and covered my face with my hands. He did not just go there. Oh god. That sounds so cheesy and embarrassing.

“I do not sound like that and you don't make fun of a sick person.” I grumbled against my hands while he laughed.

He then reached for my hands and pulled them off of my face “Are you gonna let me know once you’re feeling better so that we can start this over?” He whispered, hovering a few inches away from my face. I frowned. “Oh no. There she goes, overthinking every little thing.” He frowned looking down at me.

“I’m not overthinking.” I replied “Remember the last time, it took us a while to get back to where we are now.”

“Honey of course I remember the last time. I remember how much fun we both had.” He replied, still holding onto my hands.

“I know.” I sighed “But I, Elvis. I can’t be just another girl.” I sat up and crossed my legs, he sat opposite me.

“Jess, you’re not just-” He sighed.

"Elvis-" I shook my head.

My mind ran through the endless of girls he had brought home. It hurt way too much, more than I want to admit. Seeing him with those girls just broke my heart and I really don’t want to go through that if we were to sleep together again.

“I-I think you should take a nap, relax and we can talk about it later.” He continued probably seeing that I was going to shut it down.

I wanted him. I did. Of course I did.

I nodded deciding to take a nap on the couch in the TV room. I closed my eyes and all I could see was Elvis’ handsome face, his beautiful blue eyes and those lips. I wanted him.

I woke up and headed to the living room I sort of forget my entire family were staying in Graceland so I was surprised to see them all sitting around the living room.

“Hey, Elvis said you weren’t feeling well.” Jack, my brother said once he spotted me.

“Yeah I was feeling a bit dizzy but the meds are working.” I said, plopping down next to him.

“He seemed upset about something though.” Ella said, taking a seat next to me, placing me between her and Jack on the couch.

“Oh weird.” I replied nonchalantly, knowing it was probably about the kiss “I missed you guys!” I said, throwing my arms around them, pulling them into a side hug.

“We’re glad you’re okay.” Jack smiled.

“Now tell me. What’s going on with you and Elvis.” Ella said wiggling her eyebrows. I rolled my eyes at her.

“God he’s so hot. How have you not taken advantage of living with such a beautiful man.” Ella continued.

“Ella!” I gaped at her, my mouth almost smiling.

“Ew!” Jack yelled at the same time.

“What?” Ella and I frowned at Jack “Is he not handsome to you?”

“No, I mean he’s very very handsome.” Jack replied “You can’t help but stare at him. But I’m not talking about that. I’m taking about you taking “advantage” as Ella just said. That’s disgusting.”

“Jack.” I laughed “Do you also have a crush on Elvis?” I teased.

“Of course I do! Have you seen the guy!” Jack joked. I laughed.

“It was so sweet how he stayed by your side the entire time. He was worried sick about you.” Ella said “I want a man that looks at me the same way Elvis looks at you.”

I sighed internally, what were they seeing that I wasn’t? I hated how everyone commented about us fully knowing Elvis loved to surround himself with pretty women. Was I just convenient to have around to screw since I was living with him and was with him all the time? Don’t get me wrong I know he cares about me but it was easy to believe that he wanted to sleep with me just because I was right there.

“Hey, you’re up.” Elvis said walking down the stairs.

“Yeah.” I breathed. I napped for less than an hour, it took me a while to actually fall asleep.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Better.” I gave him a timid smile.

“Good.” He replied and headed towards the kitchen.

“We need a fan in here. What the heck was that? You two were about to jump each other’s bones if we weren’t in here.” Ella said fanning herself.

“Ella!” I hissed.

“I saw it too.” Jack shrugged.

“You guys are so annoying.” I rolled my eyes at them.

The landline started ringing, I got up from the couch and answered the phone. It was one of the security guards calming that Elvis had a delivery. I let him know to let them get passed the gate to the front door.

“Elvis! You have a delivery!” I yelled for him.

“Oh it’s already paid for I just gotta pay the delivery fee! Can you please get the money from my wallet upstairs?” Elvis called out from the kitchen.

I opened the door and smiled at the delivery guy who placed a box on the ground.

“How much is the delivery charge?” I asked him.

“5 bucks.”

“Okay, give me a second.” I replied and jogged up the stairs to Elvis’ room. I spotted his wallet placed on his side table by his bed.

I opened his wallet to grab a five dollar bill and was greeted by a small wallet size picture of Elvis and I on the horse. I felt my heart rate pick up it was a the picture Grace took of us with Elvis’ chin on my shoulder, our face squished next to each other. It was a cute photo. We looked like a couple and looked extremely happy. If anyone were to take a look at this photo they would think the same, they wouldn't think that I was just his assistant and he was my boss.

“Wait, Jess I’ll get it!” Elvis shouted. I heard his heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs.

I looked up at him when he walked into his room with his wallet open in my hands.

“You have picture of me in your wallet?” I asked, breathlessly.

“Of us.” He replied quietly and pulled the wallet from my hands.

“Why?”

“Why not.” he replied, pulling a five dollar bill from his wallet then shutting it and throwing it back on his side table. He walked out nonchalantly as if it wasn’t weird in the slightest. I gaped looking after him, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I think the only person that has my picture in their wallet is my dad.

I went downstairs deciding to spend the rest of the afternoon with my family since they were flying back home early tomorrow morning. I caught glimpses of Elvis throughout the day but didn’t really speak to him. I retreated to my room pretty early, just wanting to relax.

I lied in bed for a few hours staring at the ceiling my memories of being with Elvis taking over. I was craving his touch. I couldn’t’ help but remember how his thick side burns brushed against my inner thighs, his mouth on my wet heat. I groaned and rolled to my side. My legs were buzzing, I wanted to get up and find him. He said we should talk about it later but we never got the chance to especially with my family around.

Thinking about it the line was already blurred because who the heck cuddles with their boss or hugs them or kisses them on the cheek? I needed him. And I know he wants me. My head hurts from the constant back and forth my mind was putting me through. We had slept together a few months ago but it was still as fresh as ever on my mind.

I was scheduled to go back to the hospital just for a check up, I couldn’t sleep a wink last night. I slept a total of two hours and my face showcased that. The bags underneath my eyes were prominent, my face was puffy and I just looked tired overall. I blame Elvis. Even though I was the one that kissed him and not the other way around but I still blamed him for my lack of sleep. Also, he didn't end up coming to my room. I was hoping he would come and cuddle with me, maybe I would’ve been able to sleep if he did. I hated that I was getting used to him being around me, I felt like I was starting to depend on him when I know I shouldn’t.

“Hey.” Elvis jogged down the stairs, I was standing by the door way ready to leave the house with Grace and Jerry since they volunteered to go to the hospital with me.

I looked up to see Elvis, he looked like my current state. I could tell he didn't get much sleep last night, his eyes were a bit red and the bags under his eyes were just like mine.

“Hey.” I replied.

“I’m so sorry I can’t take you to the hospital.” He clenched his jaw, running his hand through his hair.

“It’s okay, I get it. You’ve done a lot for me already Elvis. Plus, it’s just a check up.” I replied, not wanting him to feel guilty for not being able to come with me.

“I know. I-I just, I wanna hear what the doctors have to say but the Colonel is going to kill me if I miss another meeting.”

“The Colonel already hates me as is, please don’t make him despise me even more.” I joked, smiling. Elvis chuckled shaking his head. He had already missed a few meetings because he was with me in the hospital and they kept postponing it.

“Tell me word by word what the doctor says.”

“I will.” I replied.

Elvis then looked at Jerry who was standing behind me “I want to hear it from you too.”

I gasped dramatically “You don’t trust me?”

“No, I don’t.” Elvis replied, looking at me “I know if the doctor says anything bad you’ll try to downplay it.”

I rolled my eyes, not replying because he was right. I hated people fussing over me.

“Come on, we’re going to be late.” Jerry chuckled, opening the front door for me. Grace was already waiting for us in the car.

“Thanks man.” Elvis whispered to Jerry but I was able to hear it as I walked through the front door.

After a few tests and conformation from the doctor that everything was good, Jerry, Grace and I headed back to Graceland.

“Ooo a McDonald’s. Let’s go.” I said when I saw the giant M in the distance.

“Ew that’s disgusting Jess. It’s really bad for you.” Grace replied.

“Okay mom.” I mocked which made Jerry burst out laughing.

“Hey! Take my side!” Grace smacked Jerry’s arm.

“It was funny.” Jerry shrugged.

“Okay can we please go?” I pouted to Grace from the back seat. Jerry was driving while Grace sat shotgun “I haven't had breakfast because I was scheduled to do blood tests. Pleaaase.”

“Okay fine. Elvis would kill us if he found out we didn't feed you.” Grace replied. I rolled my eyes at what she said.

Jerry pulled into the McDonald’s drive-thru, letting me order since they didn't want anything. I ended up ordering three cheeseburgers, two fries and two cokes.

“Three cheeseburgers?!” Grace looked at me with wide eyes once I rolled up my window “Where are you going to fit three cheeseburgers?”

“Two for Elvis and one for me.” I chuckled.

“Oh, did he say he wants some?” Jerry asked.

“No but its his favorite and he’d love them.” I shrugged, cheeseburgers just reminded me of Elvis. I had to get him some.

“Aww thinking about each other. I swear you two are more of a couple than Jerry and I sometimes.” Grace replied.

I paid and received the bag of food and Jerry drove us back to Graceland.

I got out of my car, thanking Grace and Jerry for taking me and bidding them a good bye. Heading towards Elvis’ office, I knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Elvis called from the other side of the door.

I opened the door and popped my head in “Are you busy?”

“No, come in.” Elvis smiled.

I opened the door wider and walked in with the McDonald’s bag in my hand.

“Did you finish your meeting with the Colonel?” I asked, walking towards his desk.

“Yes.” He sighed “How was the doctor’s visit?”

“Good. Everything is great, all the tests came back good.”

Elvis narrowed his eyes at me “I swear! You can ask Jerry.”

“Okay.” Elvis chuckled “I’m glad you’re okay.” He eyed the bag in my hand “What’ve you go there?”

“We passed by a McDonald’s and I had to get some.” I replied “I got you two cheeseburgers, fries and a coke.”

Elvis grinned “Yum. Jess that’s very sweet.”

“You wanna go eat it outside?”

“Like a picnic?” He asked me with a genuine, sweet smile on his face.

“Yeah, we could do that.” I shrugged.

“Aww Jessica you wanna go on a date with me honey?” He grinned teasingly.

I looked at Elvis blankly, biting back a smile “You know what I’m gonna go outside, enjoy the sunshine and eat alllll of the cheeseburgers I got.” I said and turned to walk away.

Elvis laughed and launched out of his chair, rounding his desk and quickly grabbed me by the arm turning me back to face him.

“You know what they say, the way to a man’s heart is his stomach.” He whispered, his face a few inches away from mine. He still had that stupid grin on his face “Are you buttering me up doll?”

“We’re not doing that again.” I whispered.

“We didn't have that conversation yet.” Elvis replied.

“We can discuss it later.”

“Fine. But we’re having that conversation whether you like it or not. You can’t keep me on the edge like this.” He replied, taking a step back, creating some space between us.

“Let’s go eat.” I replied and walked out of his office with him behind me.

Elvis and I sat on the grass far from the house and prying eyes under a tree. We ate and talked for a while ignoring the giant elephant in the room and the obvious need between the both of us.

Elvis hummed taking a bite of his cheeseburger “How did you know I’d eat both?” He asked, his mouth full of food.

“I know you. Plus a McDonald’s cheeseburger is tiny especially to you.” I replied. We knew each other very well.

He smiled and stared at me for a bit before turning to look in the distance, shaking his head.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.” He replied, a slight smile still on his face. I looked at him confused but I couldn’t help but stare at him. He really is the handsomest man on earth. I took in his beautiful side profile, his strong cheek bones and jaw, his beautiful nose and prettiest lips. He really is a greek god. I don’t blame the girls for wanting a piece of this man. But it wasn’t his looks that got me. It was his sense of humor, his kind and big heart, his gestures are always meaningful, he never does anything without putting some thought into it. I also loved that people didn't get to see this side of him but I do. My heart hurts just by looking at him. I want to be with him but I’d hate to be just another girl to him when I saw him as so much more. I didn’t want to face reality that I really might be falling for him.

“Stop staring at me like that.” Elvis said and nudged my shoulder with his.

I chuckled and turned away from him, looked ahead instead.

“I haven’t seen Rising Sun since that day.” I said.

“He’s in a time out.” Elvis replied.

“No way! Poor Rising Sun! It wasn’t his fault.” I frowned at Elvis.

“Shhh. It is.”

“No! Let’s go see him, poor baby. Let’s go feed him carrots.” I said standing up.

“Ha ha.” Elvis laughed sarcastically “We’re not going anywhere near the stables.”

“Why not! Come on!” I bent down and grabbed his arm trying to pull him up.

“No way.” Elvis said and grabbed onto my arm trying to pull me down.

“I know you don’t want to go because it will remind you of the other day but you love riding horses and you’re gonna have to get over it. Come on, I’m going with you. I’ll be by your side.” I said.

He frowned and looked at me “Fine. Only if you hold my hand.” He joked.

I grinned and shook my head “I’ll hold your hand.”

He shook his head a smile playing on his lips. He finally let me pull him up, I grabbed the finished McDonald’s bag and walked towards the stables with my hand in Elvis’.

He tightened his hold on my hand when we got close to the stables, I threw the bag into the trash by the stables and squeezed Elvis’ hand reassuringly. He then stopped, not walking closer.

I turned and looked at him “It’s okay. I’m right here and nothing is wrong. Everything is okay.” I said reassuringly.

“Yeah.” He sighed, his eyes trained on the stop where I fell.

“Hey, come on. Don’t stare at that spot. Or actually I’m gonna go there and we’re gonna change that memory to me standing there, healthy and fine.” I told him. He frowned, reluctantly letting go of my hand. I ducked through the wooden fence and walked to the spot where I fell. I think it didn't affect me as much because I passed out the moment I fell, I don't really remember feeling anything.

“See! I’m fine!” I called out, he stared at me with a frown on his face.

“Okay, I get it! Let’s go now!” He called back after a bit. I chuckled and walked back to him. He grabbed my hand again, intertwining his fingers with mine. We walked towards Rising Sun’s stall. He poked his head over the door. I grinned and reached forward to rub his nose. Elvis then followed my lead and rubbed his nose.

“He missed you.” I told him. Elvis really loved Rising Sun and always finds time to ride him and I didn't want him to have this negative image of his favorite horse.

“You missed me boy?” He smiled slowly at Rising Sun “Thank you.” He said, turning to me. I smiled softly at him.

We spent some time with Rising Sun, Elvis taking him out of his stall to walk him around but didn't ride him then we headed towards the house. I ended up retiring to bed after dinner, I just wanted to lie down maybe read a book and just go to sleep. A little sliver of hope went through me when I heard footsteps down the hall, hoping Elvis was coming to sleep next to me but it faded as the footsteps did. I sighed and went back to reading my book. It was some romance book that for the life of me I couldn't focus on, I kept re-reading the same page a few times. Opting to closing the book and throwing it on my nightstand, closing my eyes to try and fall asleep.

After a little while of my mind racing I heard the knob of my bedroom door slowly turn and open. I frowned and opened my eyes, turning towards the door to see Elvis standing there dressed in a white cotton shirt and navy pajama pants with a sheepish smile on his face.

“You’re still awake? I thought you would’ve slept by now.”

“I can’t sleep.” I replied, looking at him with curious eyes. Is this what we were doing now? He had to sneak in to cuddle with me and then leave before I woke up?

“Oh okay, just wanted to check up on you.” He replied.

“You can’t sleep either?” I asked.

He sighed and nodded.

I reached over and pulled my covers off, indicating for him to come into my bed.

“Are you sure?” He asked, standing by the door.

“Yes.”

He then shut the door behind him and walked towards my bed, getting underneath the covers.

We turned on our side, facing each other.

“Why can’t you sleep?” I asked him.

“I think I got used to having you around.” He replied. My heart swelled “What about you?”

“I got used to having you around.” I replied, throwing his words back at him. It was true though, I was tired especially after having little to no sleep last night. I expected to fall asleep immediately but I couldn’t.

He smiled slightly and reached over to push a strand of hair behind my ear.

“We need to talk about this Jess.” He whispered “I can’t take it anymore. You need to give me a straight answer.”

“Elvis.” I sighed.

“No Jess. Please, just be honest with me.” He bit his lower lip harshly, cupping my cheek “I know you want me just as I want you. Heck, you told me that the other day when you kissed me.” He said emphasizing the you.

“I’m gonna kiss you and you can stop me if you don't want to.” He whispered and leaned forward. I didn't stop him, I wanted him but I didn’t want to admit it to him just how bad I was craving his touch.

He slowly captured my lips with his. I kissed him back the moment our lips touch, indicating to him that I wanted him. I bit his lower lip harshly causing him to groan loudly and open his mouth. I then decided to let my body do whatever it wanted, I got on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Jess.” He groaned into my mouth then abruptly pulled away. He looked at me with a grin on his face, his eyes shinning brightly in the darkly lit room. The only source of light coming from the lamp on my bedside table. “You know, you say you want to forget about the other night yet you kiss me back every time.”

I grinned, biting my lip. That asshole, I hated that he was pointing that out “Shut up.”

Elvis wiggled his brows then placed his hand on my neck, pulling me down to continue kissing him.

He sighed against my lips “I hate that you made me wait this long to kiss you again.” He said against my lips.

“I’m sorry.” I replied, kissing him back.

He grabbed my waist and flipped us over so that I was now on the bottom. He then reached towards my pajama shirt, slowly unbuttoning my silk short sleeve top.

“I love these pjs by the way.” He said, continuing to kiss me. He then pulled back and looked at my body, my chest fully exposed. He started kissing my neck, tailing down my collar bone then placing little kisses on my breast before fully taking in a nipple in his mouth. I moaned loudly, arching my back.

“The most beautiful sound.” He murmured against my breast. He then reached for my top fully pulling it down my arms and throwing it to the side. His hands ran down my waist making me shiver. His eyes roaming all over my body.

“Let’s see how wet you are for me.” He grinned and slowly pulled my silk pajama shorts down my legs also throwing it towards my shirt. Elvis ran his fingers through my fold and groaned “So fucking wet for me.”

I moaned, my hips jutting forward.

“What do you want baby?” He asked me.

“Stop teasing me.” I grumbled.

Elvis chuckled “Always so fucking needy. Tell me what you want.”

I fisted my hand into his cotton shirt and pulled him up towards me. My face a few inches from his “I need you to fuck me Elvis.”

He moaned, throwing his head back “Fuck, yes Ma’am.”

I could feel his erection poking my thigh.

“Wait, last time you ate me out. Let me do it for you.” I stopped him from going down on me.

“Fuck no. You know how many times I dreamt of shoving my tongue into your beautiful pink pussy again?” He replied. I laughed and let him continue to slide down my body till his face was hovering between my legs.

“Wait I actually wanna know how many times.”

He looked up towards me his eyes dark with pleasure “You don’t wanna know baby. Way too many times.”

He planted kisses around my heat then ran his tongue through my wet folds. I moaned “Oh Elvis.”

“I love hearing my name on your tongue.” He said against me.

I thrust my hands in his dark, thick hair, holding him to me as he devours my flesh. His tongue licks and teases. He thrusts his tongue inside me and then pulling out. In and out. His face is smashed against me, his tongue working his magic. He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks on it, reaching for my leg to throw one over his shoulder allowing him better access. I whimper when he shoves two fingers in, pumping in and out until I feel my entire body tremble with pleasure, I chant his name and thrust my lower body up towards his face. My eyes tightly shut, throwing my head back. He grips my hips, continuing to devour me.

My chest is heaving, my breathing erratic as my high dissipates, he moves his face away and drops my leg from his shoulder. He looks at me with a huge grin on his face, his face face glistening from me. He pokes his tongue out and runs it over his lips “My favorite, so yummy.”

I huff already feeling myself get wet again just from seeing his messy face and hair.

“Yummier than the cheeseburger?” I joked, a smirk on my face.

Elvis laughs, throwing his head back then he moved up my body to hover above my face “Way better.” He whispers and smashes his lips on mine. I could taste myself on his lips and it was turning me on all over again.

“I need you naked.” I whispered against his lips, my hands roaming down his shirt. I moved my hand under his shirt, running my hands up his stomach to his hairy chest.

Elvis pulled back and pulled off his shirt. I bit my lip, staring at his yummy hairy chest.

“My eyes are up here.” Elvis said, placing his hand under my chin, tilting my head up to face him. I blushed, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh you’re so fucking cute.” He grinned and kissed both of my flamed cheeks.

He tugged off his pajama pants and kicked them off. I let out an audible breath staring at his girth, I bit my lip.

“There’s that look again. That is how you look at me sometimes and it drives me crazy.” Elvis said.

“I can’t help it.” I replied, looking back at his face “You’re just too damn handsome.” I said running my hand through his hair. He smiled shyly, looking down at me. His cheeks slightly flushing at my compliment.

“Get on all fours.” He whispered, his eyes darkening in lust.

“Of course, Mr. Presley.” I whispered, reaching up to peck his lips. He grinned and moved, allowing me to get up and get on all fours on the bed, my hands and knees pressing into the mattress. I was facing my long mirror that was placed in front of my bed.

“I want you to see me while I fuck you over and over and over again.” Elvis said hovering behind me, whispering in my ear. I made eye contact with him through the mirror when all of a sudden he frowned which made me frown.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“You’re okay right? I completely forgot about your head. You’re not in pain or feeling dizzy?” He asked.

I smiled reassuringly “No, I feel great.” I could feel his cock tease my entrance. I then pushed my hips back, still looking at him. He grinned and gripped my hips.

“Naughty girl. So eager for me. Are you going to be a good girl and come all over my cock?” He raised his eyebrow, still not thrusting into me.

“Yes!” I grumbled which made him laugh.

“What’s the magic word?” He grinned playfully.

“You’re so annoying.” I replied.

“Wrong.”

I pushed my hip back but he tightened his hold on my hips, not allowing me to move.

“Say it.”

“Please. Elvis. Fuck me. I want your cock inside of me.” I sighed.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He said and reached forward to kiss me shoulder before plunging into me. I moaned, arching my back and thrusting my hips back. I gripped the sheets on the mattress as he continued to pound into me.

“Look at us. I want this memory burnt into your skull.” He moaned. We kept eye contact through the mirror, looking at us only turned me on even more. Our reflection stared back at us, dazed and sweaty.

“Fuck Jess. I missed your tight pussy.” He moaned, closing his eyes monetarily “I can’t believe I went this long without fucking you again baby.”

I moaned “I’m so close Elvis.”

“Me too honey.” He said and thrusted faster and deeper.

Elvis then reached around and pinched my clit. I screamed, throwing my head back, my back bowing from the intensity.

“Oh fuck, scream for me baby!” Elvis grunted “You” -thrust- “Are” -thrust- “Mine! Say it!”

“I’m yours!” I moaned loudly. I am his. All his. He has ruined me for anyone else.

“Good girl.” He groaned.

My second orgasm of the night crashed over me, so powerful and intense. The second orgasm even stronger than the first one. Elvis pulled out of me and moaned loudly, coming all over my ass and legs.

I caught my breath, my arms not being able to hold me up anymore. I lied down on my stomach, Elvis reached down and kissed my shoulder before getting out of bed and heading towards my bathroom. I sighed and took the opportunity to lie back down on my pillow, on my back. Elvis came back with a wet cloth and reached down to clean me up.

“Are you okay?” Elvis asked me, coming to lie next to me.

“I’m more than okay.” I smiled at him “What about you?”

“I’m so… happy.” He said, his blue eyes shinning brightly with happiness.

“Come here.” I said, opening my arms from him to lie on my chest. He grinned and moved to place his head on my chest, fully lying on top of me.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked, placing his chin on top of my chest to look at me.

“Yes.” I smiled. He reached forward and pecked my lips before laying his head back down as I started to play with his hair and scratch his scalp gently.

He groaned “Please keep doing that.”

I grinned and placed a kiss on the top of his head before continuing scratching his scalp.

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