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kizoken · 5 days

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘

𝐆.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

✶ angst ; mentions of murder and violence , royalty au , knight!satoru, princess!fem!reader , slight geto x reader , mentions of miscarriage , smut(?) , secret romance/affair , inspired by 'la mentira' by luis miguel (and half of his discography as well😭) .

✶ word count ; 3.6 k

✶ requested by ; @satoruwiki !

✶ SORRY FOR THE LONG WAITTTT! i didnt like the first installment of this and then i thought of this idea, anyways i hope you like it kyo bella m.list

the night air was chilly, its winds brushing through the imperial gardens flora and lowering the ambiance temperature. though you would not fret, the cozy coat of your beloved knight draped over your figure with its sole purpose to shield you from any unwanted discomfort.

the waxing moon glistened in the moving pond's reflection, and the marble bench secured your position as you enjoyed the quiet. though you did not feel truly complete, "you can sit beside me, you know?"

"dire consequences will follow if we were ever to be discovered being too close, princess. especially in your father's palace."

"satoru, you're no fun!" while on duty, his goofy and bright personality dissipated. he did his job properly, oh but when you two were alone in your room, drinking tea, reading in the terrace, or in your personal garden; your beloved knight became the sweetest, most cheeky man you have interacted with to date.

"well, i guess we will just have to leave this place if i want your affection. hmm?" as you stand up, you extend your hand for gojo to take. even if he executes his job as your escort flawlessly, there are cracks in his righteous behavior. his pearly white teeth glistened from the wide smile he gave you while tenderly taking your gloved hand in his rough ones. you giggle while he twirls you away from the sitting area in the garden.

the walk back home was pleasant, walking alongside your beloved, almost hand in hand, was a precious moment to you. there were moments in the daytime where the two of you separated, so you would catch up on one another on whatever was of interest that the other did not witness.

"your beloved duke came to see me— well you, but you were not on my side, so i delighted him with my company so his time would not be wasted."

"my beloved duke?" gojo asked.

"such a close friend as suguru surely is a beloved one, even if he looks out for you to spar and beat you with a stick more than anything."

"no wonder, and we do not fight with sticks." he said while stopping in his tracks. the metal creaking of your estate's gates signaled your arrival home.

"shall we?" gojo's toned and calloused right hand extended forward, your soft, delicate hand rested on his with eagerness.

inside your room, you sat across a golden vanity with a wide mirror. with a candlelight you traversed around your hair, adjusting some strands that poked out of place. though it was not the end of the night, even if it was too late, your window busted open. howling winds pushed the laced curtains around. the white-haired man, your knight, your love, came in the room with feathering ease.

"satoru!"

"my love!" his blue, sparkling eyes took your frame in a white nightgown. he could not handle such cuteness, running up to you and taking you by the waist. he placed his lips, which were owned by you, on your plump ones.

gojo began to caress every inch of your covered back, grasping and wiring in the memory of your warm body. he was not alone in the need to explore a foreign body. only in these types of moments, secluded and in the dark could you relish in his embrace. just as it should be.

your knight was not reluctant into breaking the passionate kiss you were both sharing, as he still pecked around your lips while backing his step until dragging you to fall on your wide, luxurious bed.

"sleep with me," he whispered, as if scared his desires would be found out. you gasped by his bold tongue, "yes, even before marriage..." he joked as usual.

"let me stay by your side tonight." laying on top of him, there was nothing in the known world that could wipe your smile.

"come on," you tugged at the strings on his silk shirt, "i'll give you the softest pillow... just for today!"

the young knight snickered while trailing behind you, "well your royal highness, i am flattered by such generosity—ack!"

"shhhhh," you gestured, though the precaution you feigned was no mask for the grin you held while doing so. both your laughter subsided, finally being wrapped up with one another in the sheets. wishing that moments like these lasted forever.

fine crafted metal crashed into one another with unmatched strength. causing sharp noises and tiny metal shards to fly, "the more you hang out with the princess, the more chance of being the victor i am... keep it up!"

the esteemed knight never had his grip on the sword falter as he charged towards his rival, duke, and friend, "keep on dreaming your grace!"

gojo was swift in his moves, taking the offense more than defense. he was not going to be won over and kneel because of his friend. he had to fight for his position, his honor, and most importantly, your praise. with this fantasy running around in his mind, he became quick on his feet and light on his swings.

swiftly backing the duke until his sword was maneuvered by the knight out of the nobles' hands. the defeat only made geto sigh and smile to himself. "once again, old friend. you win this round. now run along, i know of a certain lady who will be pleased to hear about this."

"nice spar, my friend." gojo grabbed geto's hand, shaking it with an unbendable grip, "keep it up, and someday you'll beat me, your grace."

"who knows..."

"suguru... uh, what do you mean? why would you say that?"

"you know things will never be as good as they are now, right?" the duke said, untying his raven locks out of their band and began to comb through it a little.

"suguru," gojo patted his closest friend a little too hard, "do not say such harsh words. even if things change, we will always stick together."

that statement made geto break a faint smile. nodding along and sending his friend on his way, his smile fades.

your fingers ran along gojo's silver locks in praise. his head resting on your chest while you sat comfortably on his lap. it was a peaceful afternoon in your chambers. but gojo was anxious, his mind spinning in endless circles, "do you think we will last forever."

"probably..." you answered quite puzzled, "we will always stay by each other's side, no matter what."

this precise moment, the knight felt so disconnected from you, even as he listened to the beat of your heart drum consistently in his year. he knew your hearts were beating a different rhythm. "while showing the love we have for each other?"

"don't trouble yourself with such thoughts, 'toru." sincerely speaking, you were not sure how to answer his question. but those troublesome thoughts leaving gojo distressed, in the short run, became true.

gojo remained stoic behind you while your father announced your engagement to suguru geto. the spacious room was giddy by the ton in joyous surprise. blue ocean eyes kept their fixation on the only sight they have ever deemed as beyond beautiful. the heartstrings of the devoted knight were being tugged at ruthlessly as your pearly smile showed genuine content. so he staued quietly behind you, digging his nails deep in his palms. withstanding the sight of your arm clinging on to your new fiancé.

"'toru!"

"do not call me that anymore!" you take a step back by the way his voice cracked. it was the last thing you wanted, the soft grass crunched beneath your weight, pondering on how to assess the situation at hand.

"satoru, he knows!" grief struck your words, a strong breeze swaying your dress as you spoke, you wished such breeze would take this problem away, "my father... someone knew about us and told him. i-i, i have no idea who...!"

you treaded towards him, easy in your step though in a haste to catch up to him. but the more you approached your beloved knight, the distance he established became greater or as if you had never even moved an inch closer to him, "we could have figured out something out."

"he threatened to kill you 'toru!" you choked out a sob, "how... how could i ever let you die for me?"

"it is my job to die for you."

"i do not care, not like that, not because you love me." you say, gripping at the fabric covering your chest. "we can make this right... we-... we can leave once my father is gone. he's old and does not have much time left in this life. i can delay my matrimony as long as possible, and we'll leave. somewhere, anywhere."

your words tugged at his hopeful expectations of a pleasant life, "i don't want you to leave all the luxuries you're showered with. i could never do that to you."

"all i need is you. you know this, no gold, no silk nor jewel could ever replace the way you make me feel." you hesitated to move forward, your lover was still hurt, you were hurt, but the shock he was facing was taking a bigger toll on him than you would have ever expected, "you are more valuable than all of those three things combined to me."

your promise cradled a spark of faith, in the future, in both of you. he loved you ever since he first laid eyes upon you. he knew he was in trouble once he learned he could not exhale a fulfilling breath without you, nor your smile, or your laughter, or your sweet words. so he was willing to dive headfirst into the unknown while holding your hand blindly.

but satoru and you should have known better. fairytale endings are reserved only in ink and paper. for the imagination of the naive, who believe love conquers all. it does not. the complexity of your predicaments was no match for true love's power.

just as swiftly as you were engaged, within a month, you were walking down the aisle. the talks of delayment were futile. it was your father's wish to be wed to a respectable, noble man. everything that your lover was not.

satoru, of course, did not attend the wedding. his heart, speared by countless daggers, became weak and secluded himself in the empire's frontier. there was no goodbye, no note, no glance. he sped on his horse the entire night, running away from such a nightmare. from you.

who dared bewitch him with empty promises. who dared speak words of comfort and assurance. who shamelessly dictated it was going to be a happy ending. he thought of rattling on your little affair, to chastise you from the ton. but what good would ever come out of it?

satoru gojo became wiser now. he renounced his adoration towards you, he renounced everything of you. but ultimately everything around him took its course right back to you. it was a constant and never-ending war within himself.

as he throttled on his horse, you were seeking for him amidst the sea of people, ignoring the holy ceremony unfolding before you altogether. you sought out through the thick, meshed veil the silver locks of satoru.

from an outsider's perspective, it looked like you seemed anxious or rather excited. checking that every little detail was perfectly placed. with occasional turns to adjust your dress. the guests could not help but smile at your cute little antics. you only get married once. who wouldn't want everything to be perfect?

but your erratic movements were all due to your— well former knight. trying to find him. trying to seek the comfort of his presence. however, it only took the passing of time to realize gojo was nowhere to be found.

a hand reached to your face, setting it on your cheek. it was not as big and warm as satoru's, but at least you knew this hand was nothing but a sign of kindness, "are you alright?"

"... yes." your voice is sweet and quiet, earnestly trying to hide your sadness.

"it will be fine, you will be fine. i'm here, after all." suguru whispered. he knew it wasn't much, but you were a prize he was not willing to lose. you thought that finding company in satoru's close friend would not be a bad idea, since he is to become your husband.

as your vows were exchanged, suguru lured you in for a binding kiss right after unveiling your face. the kiss was nothing out of the ordinary, although his lips were plumper though less soft and tender than your beloved knights. but it was not less comforting.

it didn't take long, but it was also arduous, the journey for your melancholy and insomnia to subside and seize reign all over your life. satoru gojo was nothing more than a memory, and you wanted it to keep it a joyous one. your new husband also helped you get rid of your sadness to a certain amount.

nevertheless, there was an inkling of sorrow and longing. after all, you deemed the white-haired man to be the love of your life.

"what are you thinking so fiercely about, dear?" your spouse appeared from behind you with two fragrant cups of tea.

"nothing much..." you smiled while receiving the decorated cup, and once more began to gaze outside the window.

"nonsense, i can hear your brain racking up from the other side of the palace! really, tell me what is on your mind."

you savored the leaf flavor all over your palate while discussing with yourself if you should tell geto your troubles.

"mmmh... it's a little bitter." you say after gulping up the liquid, you look up to your husband and former duke. those dark eyes, caring and attentive as no other, made it difficult not to reveal what was prickling at your heart and mind, and it eased your expression from the bitterness of the tea.

"just the past... nothing more." you took another sip. although you could feel him tense up. you believed he knew what you were thinking about, always, in a scary, accurate way.

"anyways, tell me about your day." you turned your back to the window to enquire suguru directly, "come along."

you grabbed his bulked arm while you pressed your lips to his cheek. then he finally broke into a smile and trailed behind you to the luxurious couch in your shared room.

satoru could not be fending for his life more than now. he was transferred up north of the territory to fend the border. where the below zero temperatures were nothing more than another enemy. the ever changing and ruthless winds delayed most of the troops he led.

the snowstorm hitting his camp had no mercy at will, shaking his tent from side to side ferociously. the capable knight was scared it would come flying off at one point or another. however, sometimes, there were delicate snowfalls, each and every snowflake descending in a harmless manner. he thought you would admire the view, even enjoy a playful moment in the soft, fresh snowfall.

he immediately shook that thought away; he was progressing in burying each and every thought of you. but that would be hard to push away in an instant.

"sir, the queen has fallen ill and requests your presence... immediately." satoru became static in place, not believing what his subordinate just busted inside the tent to announce. it didn't take long for your former knight to mount his trusty stallion and gallop forward to where you were.

it took satoru four restless days to reach the capital, and it took him fifteen minutes to reach all the way to your chambers. the route was different, the castle as well, your former one was probably vacant and sitting empty, waiting for your heir to be born and take over the place.

and gojo stared blankly at the fortified door with two guards at each side. he noticed their conspicuous glances, wondering why he was just standing there. his gaze on the barrier that separated the both of you crumbled as a doctor opened the door to leave.

"oh, i did not foresee her majesty wanting to take a visit." obviously, the doctor did not expect to see a disheveled man in front of their patient's door.

"is she-"

"she's weak," the physician cut gojo off before he could even ask the obvious, "and should take rest... although i believe i remember you. were you her previous escort? before her marriage, that is."

"y-yes..."

"oh! then the queen will be most delighted to see a friend!" the medic cheered on, unbeknownst to satoru's decaying heart as he heard the word 'friend', "it will be good for her health to see you again."

satoru doubted that.

but now that he was there, at the foot of your room, facing your sunny doctor, he could not just leave like that, "i'll be brief."

"of course sir, i'll leave you two alone." he said before closing the door shut.

"y/n?" gojo's words tread carefully and softly. after all, it has been too long since you both have seen both your faces. and the last thing he wanted was to spark confusion and unsettlement. his step was light while approaching the bed you laid in.

he called your name once more, this time louder as per his closeness. your eyes slowly opened, awaiting for the auditory hallucination to be nothing more than that. but the tender voice was accompanied by a person, one of which you would never cease to forget.

“‘toru,” it was but a whisper, an incredulous one as well, your mind certainly knew how to torment you in the most creative ways. but you felt the oh so familiar calloused had you once grew accustomed to being latched on, “you’re here.”

“why?” he said.

you glide your head on the pillow, titling it in wonder of your former knight's question.

“who did this?” the eternal scowl on his face was bothersome, as the way his skin contorted and creased made his rather beautiful face to not be as dashing as it should be.

“‘toru… people get sick, it’s natural.” you squeezed his hand with all your might, which was fairly low. all you wanted was for him to be at ease.

“but you’ve always been so lively.”

“maybe it's the baby.” with your free hand you began to touch your pelvis and smiled, “such a troublemaker.”

“you’re…” his heart plummeted to the floor. it should have been him, “does he know?”

“yes, satoru. it is my duty… and no, i told each servant and doctor i wanted to announce the good news to suguru.”

“however he is and has been nowhere to be seen i assume.” the white haired knight words came out from his grited teeth. he fell to his knee, bending it while his wight settled on the bed and his forehead connecting with his clasped hands, cradling yours.

“he’s busy…”

“you’re far more important, both of you!” his voice unwavered in his statement. his eyes meeting your watery ones, “what is it?! what is wrong, my dear?!”

“it should have been you.” you choked up a sob as you placed your former lover’s hand on your belly to repeat once more, “it should have been you. only you.”

nighttime befell on the both of you, as well as deep slumber only for satoru to be woken up by an uncomfortable sensation. as reality settled in satoru realised crimson red liquid seeping and dampening the silks of your bed covers as well as from his abdomen.

satoru looked up only to see the black locks of who used to be his friend wield a soaked sword.

“why?” was what satoru could muster between grunts.

“for the throne, of course.” geto smiled, oblivious as to his current deeds, “i am king now, she is of no use to me anymore.”

“a-and her child?”

“huh?” geto’s voice had no emotion to it, though he was genuinely confused as to your pregnancy, as you currently were not with child since a while back, “what child? she miscarried just before she really fell ill.”

he laughed as he slashed the flesh of his arms and legs, not too deep and not too shallow, just perfect to slither his way out of repercussions, “the poison in the tea might have been a bit too strong.”

satoru’s blood if it weren’t leaking out of his bowls it would be boiling of rage. it was all part of his plan. the ousting of his relationship with you, the usurping, the falling out of the both of you, the poisoning of his beloved and his banishing to the north. it did not take satoru enough to understand it was all done by suguru’s wretched hands.

“oh and she went crazy after that,” geto said and placed with little struggle, as gojo did not fight back due to the blood loss weakness, the sword on the knight's hands and pointed the blade to where the wound was, “calling out your name for you to save her, it was exhausting. but i thank the lord for giving me the patience to wait for you. to frame you of her murder.”

suguru then began to deepen the sword in the wound, moving it around to deal the final blow. he smiled, watching as the knights blood dripped and scattered out of his mouth.

“i told you, my beloved friend. things really never stay the same. goodbye.”

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pitchsidestories · 8 months

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Autumn leaves II Lia Wälti x Reader

"Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you? Float down Like autumn leaves Hush now Close your eyes before the sleep" ~ Ed Sheeran, Autumn Leaves

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With a smile on your lips, you watched Lia sweep the back porch of your house outside of London. The weather had slowly started to turn. Summer was saying goodbye with the last warm days of the year, while simultaneously, autumn was slowly arriving. The leaves had lost their green and started to fall, landing all over your backyard and your porch. For a second you just stood there and enjoyed your favourite season. But the smile suddenly disappeared from your face when your girlfriend started putting all the leaves into a bin.

“Lia, what are you doing? Don’t put all the leaves in there!“, you exclaimed. The Swiss football player flinched; “What? Why not?“ “Where are the hedgehogs supposed to get cozy when it’s time for them to hibernate?“ Lias eyes went soft as you explained your reasoning to her but she still rolled her eyes at you; “Oh my god.“ Fully aware that it was lovingly gesture, you asked; “Could we please use those leaves to make a spot for the wildlife in the corner of our garden?“ “Yeah, sure.“, Lia nodded, smiling and handed you the bin with the leaves. “Thanks, love.“ You put them into a pile in the farthest corner while Lia continued to clean your porch.

On your way back to her, you picked up some of the pumpkins growing in a small pumpkin patch. Proudly, you held them out to Lia; “Look, the pumpkins were ready. Do you use them as decoration or as dinner tonight?“ Your girlfriend carefully took one of the pumpkins and contemplated; “I’d like to use them as decoration. What do you think? Let’s put one on the table and a few on the porch?“ You nodded with excitement; “Yes, that sounds like a great idea.“ You placed a pumpkin on the table that you two moved outside earlier and set down the rest on the floor. Lia watched you happily, then turned around to look at the sky; “It’s still nice enough to eat outside, right?“ “Yes, with some more blankets, pillows and candles, it should be very cozy and comfy.“, you agreed, hugging yourself at the thought of how cute your garden will look.

“Do you want to take care of that, in the meantime I can start cooking?” With an innocent look you asked: ”Sure. Can I get a kiss before that?” The question melted the swiss woman’s heart, but she pretended to stay cool and just replied in a casual tone:” Okay fine.” It felt like the time was taking a break just like the nature did, as you two kissed each other.

Sadly, you both had still a lot to do before your guests would arrive, so you had to stop the kiss. A wide smirk was on your face as you remarked:” Now we can go back to work.” “Good.”, the brunette clapped encouraging into her heads.

It took you some time to make the setup outside as cozy and aesthetically pleasing for your friends as you liked. Eventually you told your girlfriend:” Everything is ready.” “The food is almost too.”, Lia answered fast, satisfied about how smooth the preparations were going.

You could not help but to enter the kitchen and taste the sauce with a little spoon:” It already smells delicious. Oh my god, this tastes great.” The midfielder was laughing while she playfully pushed you away from her territory: “Hey! That’s for the girls.” “Sorry, I’ll just hop into the shower real quick and change my outfit before our guests are slowly coming in.”, you apologized with a childish grin on your lips.

Sternly the swiss woman was looking at the clock:” Go ahead. But we don’t have much time left.” “I’ll be fast, promised.”, you sad to her, placing a soft kiss on her head. A slight blush was creeping up on your girlfriend’s cheeks, with a sigh she stated: “Alright. Just be dressed when the girls show up.”

Most of the girls arrived punctual on your terrace. Curiously Beth Mead turned to her dark haired teammate: ”Lia, where’s your flower girl?” “Flower girl?”, she glanced confused at her. Vivianne Miedema rolled her eyes because of her girlfriend’s goofy behaviour and explained: “Sorry, Beth is very proud of the nickname she came up with for your girlfriend.” Now it made sense to the older woman as your profession laid in gardening.

Slightly out of breath you turned up behind your girlfriend:” I’m here. Hi, girls.” “Hi, great to see you.”, Leah Williamson greeted you back, happy to see your face. Warmly you hugged the English defender:” Good to see you all too. Hi, Leah. Oh, and there are our two scots.”

Cheekily Jen Beattie smiled at you, Kim Little at her side observing everything with a quiet smile on her face:” Something is missing if we’re not here yet, right?”

Before you could comment on the older Scottish woman Steph Catley came up the porch with her dog Calvin who was very excited to see everyone again: “Sorry guys for being late. Calvin made some new dog friends along the way to your place.”

“That we have too many happy couples everywhere.”, the team captain joked. Instinctively you were reaching for Lia’s hand while turning your attention to the older player: “Kim, do you want a little more of that wine?” “No, I have to drive the others home.”, the Scottish midfielder shook her head. Amused Jen commented: “Always the captain even in civil.”

Earnest Kim looked at you and Lia:” But you should know, I was just joking. I’m happy for you two.” “We know, Kimmy, don’t worry.”, you reassured her.

Solemnly the tall Scottish defender lifted her glass:” We need to drink to you two.” “Oh yes, but afterwards we need to hear all about your engagement.”, Steph squealed excited, since she herself got engaged, she could not get enough of those stories.

Quickly Lia told her: “There’s not much to tell anyway.” “What do you mean by that?”, Beth noisily asked.

A soft sigh escaped your fiancées lip as she started to tell her friends about your engagement: “It was rather plain. I asked her on our holiday after World Cup.

Behind your closed eyes you were seeing that moment she was referring to you like a beloved film, the lovely swiss landscape in the background, you two enjoying a picnic, the brunette going down on her knee to ask you the question to which you only knew one answer to, yes.

Kim’s voice was bringing you back to the present:” I like that simple, classic, straight to the point.” “Kim!”, Jen scoffed annoyed at her old friend.

“Of course you do, with a smile Leah continued, Can we see the ring?” “Sure, that’s the one.”, you nodded while the blonde defender took her time to admire it. Her grin deepened as she turned to look at the Swiss woman: “But the ring is not as simple and plain. Nice choice, Wally.”

The compliment from her stylish friend made Lia beam even more:” Thanks, Lee. Ana helped me picking the right ring.” “Can’t believe you asked Ana instead of me. You know how much free time I have at the moment.”, Lia pouted.

The last thing the brunette wanted was to offend one of her closest friends in London: “I’m so sorry.” “I forgive you this time.” “Thanks.”, the midfielder let out a relieved breath she did not knew she was holding.

“But only because you two look so happy.“, Leah added with her arms crossed in front of her chest. You gave her a shy smile; “We’re very happy.“ “That is so cute.“, Beth grinned. She obviously didn’t miss Lias hand grabbing yours under the table. This time, even Vivianne nodded along; “Yes, you two have been dating for so long.“ “Yes, it felt like it was the right time.“, Lia agreed, looking at you. “True.“, you smiled back at her.

Finally, Lia tore her eyes away from yours and slowly stood up; “It’s getting dark. Let me light some candles.“ She lit the candles on the table and a few bigger outdoor candles. Calvin lazily lifted his head, watching her like his owner did too. “It’s so perfect.“, Steph gushed.

The sun had finally set and the faces of the football players were now illuminated by the flames. Leah leaned back in her chair and pulled a blanket onto her lap; “I could stay here forever.“ “You guys can sleep here if you want to.“, you offered with a shrug. Jen raised her eyebrows; “All of us?“ Unimpressed, you tilted your head; “Nothing we didn’t do before.“ A smile spread on Leahs face as she remembered the nights spend on the floor of Lias and your living room; “That’s true.“ “Girls.“, Kim interrupted. Jen looked down to her; “What?“ “I think the fiancées would prefer to have their home to themselves tonight.“, their captain continued. “Yeah, but they offered it, so… their fault.“, Jen shrugged. Leah nodded in support; “Exactly!“ “It’s fine, Kim. Really.“, Lia assured her but still looked grateful for the effort. Unconvinced, Kim gave in; “Okay, if you say so.“ “Just trust us. So, who wants dessert?“ Lia was already back up on her feet before the question was even out.

“Me!“, yelled Beth delighted while the rest answered with murmurs of agreement. “I think we all do.“, Leah summarized. “Yes, we all love dessert.“, agreed Vivianne. “Coming.“ With that Lia disappeared back into the kitchen. As she came back out and served them all the dessert she had prepared all morning. “This makes the opening game loss feel a little lighter.“, Steph said as she took the plate from Lia. Jen cringed; “No talk about that tonight.“ Admonishing, Lia waved her spoon in the Australians directions; “Exactly. We don’t talk about football here.“

The Swiss woman was thankful for Vivianne as she proposed a question to her fiancée: “Did you grew the pumpkins on your own?” “Yes, I did, if you guys want to you can take some of them to your home.”, you offered your guests with a proud smile. Delighted by that offer Beth turned to her girlfriend:” Viv, we should take one with us.” “Oh yes. Next time, we’ll all meet at our place and carve some Halloween pumpkins.”, the Dutch replied delighted. Excited the Blonde nodded along:” And I’ll make some pumpkin soup.” “We’ll be there.”, you winked at them. Happily, Beth said:” Good. Next girl night is planned.” “Yeah, I’m sure the kids will join us too.”, her girlfriend added with a grin on her face.

Laughing Kim interjected:” Does that mean the grandmas have to stay at home?” “No, you two are always welcome.”, Beth clarified. At the same time Jen gasped dramatically:” What do you mean us two? I’m not a grandma.” “You’re over thirty that makes you a grandma in football age!”, the smaller Scot scoffed. The taller Scottish defender gave her an amused look: “We’ve two very different views on our ages, Kim.” “I know that.”, Kim grinned back.

After all your friends had eaten Lia was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen while you watched her doing eat:” Wait, let me help you with that, love.” Oh, it’s fine. I can do it.”, the brunette reassured you. “No really, it’s too much for one alone.”, you grabbed a towel to dry the wet plates. “Okay then. I won’t stop you.” “You didn’t listen to the grandma talk, right?”, you asked cautiously. Smiling the midfielder shook her head: “No, I know they don’t mean me yet.” She paused for a moment before adding: “But I like having the girls around.” “Same, I love them so much.”, you agreed.

Thoughtfully Lia glanced at you :“Me too. But I also don’t mind being alone with you.” “Like right now?”, you replied. “Yes.” “Me too.”, you whispered, you two feeling the warmth and homely feeling between you. That made Lia giggle out loud: “Oh, I know.” More serious she continued: “I’m really tired. Should we leave the rest to clean up tomorrow.” “Yeah.”

The tiredness slowly crept into your bones aswell but it was a good one. From the way your eyes were going down the brunette decided:” Okay, let’s go to bed.”

On the way to your bedroom, you two paused to look lovingly into the living room as you whispered into her ear:” The rest is already asleep in there.” “They are the cutest.”, Lia admitted. “I agree.”

Only a few minutes later you were finally cozied up in your bed. The midfielder putted an arm around you, your eyes where already closed while you mumbled your voice already sleepy:” Good night, Lia.” “Sleep well, my love.”, she responded giving you a good night kiss before you both felt into a deep peaceful slumber.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #lia walti x reader #lia walti #arsenal wfc #leah williamson #steph catley #beth mead #vivianne miedema #jen beattie #kim little #woso oneshot #woso #leah williamson x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal women

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 months

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Thanks to Curieously for sending this fine old 1868 southern mansion in Savannah, Georgia. 6bds, 4.5ba, $5.5M. Do you love the peachy color?

Grand side hall entrance with original stairs.

Walk past the stairs to take the elevator.

The sitting room is the height of elegance with it's carved arch, marble fireplace, wide moldings and floor-to-ceiling windows.

The equally elegant matching dining room.

Cozy den with a fireplace flanked by ceiling-high shelving and a bar with wine racks along an entire wall.

Lovely renovated kitchen in pale gray isn't very large and must be the original kitchen's footprint.

Lovely primary bedroom has a marble fireplace and a door to the terrace.

The en-suite bath reno is a perfect combination of old and new, using reproduction fixtures.

Bedroom #2 is equally beautiful and also has a door to the terrace.

And, it also has an en-suite.

Elegant home office.

Look at this. A full kitchen in this hallway.

Love the exposed brick in this bedroom suite.

What an amazing bedroom. If you use it as a guest room, they'll never leave. It also has a door to the garden.

What could be better than a craft space with exposed brick and plenty of storage.

Bath for this floor.

The terraces are wonderful, aren't they?

Imagine hangin' out here?

Down in the garden. This is gorgeous.

Come down the spiral stairs to sit by the fountain.

You can see the private patio thru the gate, surrounded by a fence and wall.

5,401 sq. ft. lot.

https://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/432-Abercorn-St_Savannah_GA_31401_M90444-38759

#southern style mansion #mansions #old house dreams #houses #house tours #home tour

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mncxbe · 5 months

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Every girl gets her wish𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff/ official appreciation post for my fav bsd dilfs/not proofread

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂

The amber bubbles fizzed up as Dazai poured the last drop of champagne in your glass. "Don't drink yet we've still got a few minutes left until midnight" announced the brunette, earning a nod from you.

Holding the stem of the glass between your middle and ring finger, crystal bowl resting in the palm of your hand, you made your way to the back of the terrace leaning against the ivy covered brick wall. It was a pretty location the president rented for the new year's eve party; golden lights, cozy wooden tables and cushy sofas and most importantly unlimited food and drinks.

You've already had your fair share of cocktails and shots and your body felt warm, cheeks lightly flushed, mind hazy. Your gaze instinctively sought the familiar head of silvery hair and found it on the other side of the terrace. Fukuzawa was leaning against the railing talking, as per usual, to Ranpo. The longer strands of his hair fell down the black lapel of his suit, bangs framing the sharp lines of his features. Fuck, he looked so handsome in this light.

As if reading your thoughts Ranpo's head snapped in your direction, giving you a mischevious smile. He knew of your crush on your boss, of course he knew and it didn't help your situation at all. Just then, the older man turned his head to face you and you smiled weakly, waving at them. You were about to die of embarassment when you realised how much you were blushing. Fuck your low alcohol tolerance and the stupid feelings that took over you whenever you saw him.

And then you saw him walk in your direction; clearing your throat, you gave him your sweetest smile.

"Good evening, Y/N. Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked casually, leaning on the wall beside you.

"Yes, boss, very much. I love this place it's... very lovely" you babbled out, hurriendly taking a sip of your drink to drown your rapid heartbeat.

"I'm glad to hear that" he smiled, oh that rare, genuine smile that made you weak in the knees. You didn't know what else to say so you simply nodded, biting down on your glossy lip as you looked at your glass. Waiting for him to leave. But he didn't. Fukuzawa remained by your side, taking occasional sips from his own drink and checking his clock. The silence was starting to feel awkward and you damned yourself for acting so silly. 'Come on, girl, you got this just say something' was the best encouragement you could come up with. Taking in a deep breath you opened your mouth but before you got the chance to speak Fukuzawa leaned closer to you.

"You're a remarkable woman, Y/N. I hope you know that." he said softly. In the background you could already hear the thrilled voices of your colleagues doing the countdown. 10...9...8 "Would you maybe consider allowing me to..." he continued, his voice trailing off as he traced the contour of your cheery-wine coloured lips with his thumb, making your heart skip a beat.

7...6...5. You nodded eagerly, swallowing down every last shred doubt and looked up at him, meeting his warm gaze. 4...3...2. He smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, his deep, vanilla tinged scent making your knees weak. And then he did it. When the clock struck midnight he kissed you, a soft kiss that seemed almost innocent if it hadn't been for the fierce, posessive grip he had on your hip.

When you eventually pulled away you couldn't help but smile. Leaning against one another, the two of you shared the usual Happy new years right before you gazed over Fukuzawa's shoulder, eyes landing on Ranpo who gave you a thumbs up, grinning. The blush immediately returned to your face and you hid your face in the man's shoulder, praying that no one else saw the kiss you two shared. plot twist later in the evening Ranpo spread the news.

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊

You knew that working for the Hunting Dogs was going to be quite a demanding job but you never expected to be called in for a mission on New Year's Eve. Still, at 9 in the evening the captain sent you a quick text asking to accompany him on a mission. "Sorry, sweetheart, but I can't reach the others. I expect you to be at the warehouses in 30." was all the explanations you were given before you hastly put on your uniform and left your apartment.

It was almost midnight when you were done and due to the late hour no cabs were available, leaving you with no hope of getting back home to your friends.

"What a bummer..." you mumbled under your breath, leaning against the metal railing that lined the frothy shore. The metallic smell of fireworks and cheap firecrackers filled the chilly winter air.

"It can't be helped sometimes, when duty calls we answer" said your superior in his usual condescending tone, standing by your side. He lazily procured a cigarette from a crumpled pack in the pocket of his jacket and lit it before checking the time. "Three more minutes 'till midnight. I guess you're stuck with me tonight"

You simply nodded in response, humming a disinterested mhm. Frankly, you couldn't care less who you spent new year's eve with; it was just another night of the year. But having to sit outside in the crisp December air, watching happy couples cooing at each other and sharing kisses wasn't exactly ideal. You thought of your friends; bundled up on your balcony getting ready to open the bottle of champagne you spent a quarter of your salary on and couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy.

You were too lost in thought to notice when the clock struck midnight. As if on que the sky erupted in bright neon colours; ruby red, champagne gold and shades of blue painting the blackness above. The few couples nearby began kissing, each person giving their partner a lovesick grin that made your stomach churn. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't you have that too?

"What's with that pouty face?" Fukuchi asked casually, his gaze landing on the couple seated on the bench in front of you. "Ah I see how it is. You want your midnight kiss, right?"

Before you could answer he cupped your jaw with a gloved hand making you face him as he leaned in "I believe I can help with that"

Despite how cold you were heat bloomed in your abdomen, a rosy blush tinting your cheeks. "No need sir I'm fine really~" you stammered, trying to look at anything else beside him.

"Nonsense, sweetheart. You're already stuck out here because of me. It's the least I can do." he chuckled, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. You couldn't deny how tempting the offer was. After all, you did develop a little crush on your boss during the few months you worked as a hunting dog. He seemed to be quite fond of you too, always taking you on missions with him, even going so far as to call you sweetheart when it was just the two of you so... maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Before you knew it you leaned in, hesitantly pressing your lips against his. His hand left your face and slid to the nape of your neck fingers entangling in your hair, giving it a gentle tug. Taking the hint you parted your lips, allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth and deepen the kiss. It was messy, a needy kiss that made your head fuzzy. He tasted just like you imagined: cigarettes and bourbon.

When he eventually pulled away his signature smirk was plastered on his face "How was that for a midnight kiss? Is my favourite girl satisfied?"

You couldn't help but smilen, that damned lovesick grin you so hated to see on other people. "Yea, I'm happy now". Taking a last drag from his cigarette he flicked the bud on the ground and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You instinctively leaned closer to him, your head coming to rest on his chest. Smiling down at you, Fukuchi gave your arm a loving squeeze "Happy new year, Y/N"

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader fluff #bsd fluff #bungou stray dogs fukuzawa #fukuzawa x reader #bsd fukuzawa #fukuzawa fluff #bsd fukuchi #fukuchi x reader #fukuchi bsd #president fukuzawa

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bettyfrommars · 11 months

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Dr. Munson & The Monster

mad scientist!Eddie x The Monster x fem!Reader

Based on a sweet ask I got about how Reader's boyfriend cheats on us, and then we get revenge with his dad. I'm sure this was not what they had in mind 👀 my apologies. wc: 1.7k

18+Only, mature content, smut, cheating, mention of monster sex, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), creampie, breeding!kink, mention of being forced to live at the castle, mention of male impotence. Frankie and Reader are 25+, doctor!Eddie is 40+.

Things with you and your boyfriend Frankie were complicated. When he first put you over his shoulder and carried you back to the castle, determined to be your mate, you wondered if it would work out. But, you’d grown to love that zipper-neck lothario, and the enormous cock attached to him. Munson’s Monster was famous by that time for being the first reanimated human, and he had so many women throwing their panties at him, it was intimidating for you at first.

“Baby, where are you going?” You called to him from the bed where you were in one of your sexiest nightgowns, draped perfectly to expose the curve of your hip that drove him bonkers.

“Out!” But he didn’t actually say it, he just grunted it, stomping off toward the balcony on stiff legs. He liked to use the thick vines on the side of the building to climb down.

He flung the terrace doors wide open, and you watched him make his clumsy descent with a shake of your head. “You’ll break your neck again one of these days, you know that baby? Just use the front door next time!”

He was too busy banking on his arm strength to hold his substantial weight to look up at you, but he did offer a growl and a grunt, and by the time he dropped to the ground in a crouch, there were tears glistening on your lash line.

The first few months together had been so rich with discovery and the promise of new love. Frankie mated you from sunup to sundown, stretching you out and chasing his release with animalistic passion, the likes of which you’d never experienced before. After a few weeks, you were confessing your love; there was even talk of planning an October wedding.

But, the honeymoon phase was over, as they say, and word had made its way back to you that Frankie was getting in bed with every village woman within arms reach. They all snickered and laughed behind your back when they saw you in town.

You watched him stumble into the night, and then you peeled yourself away from the balcony and wiped your eyes.

You didn’t want to be alone again. The only people who lived in the castle besides you and Frankie were Dr. Munson, his assistant Igor, and a housekeeper named Frau Blucher. You put your silky robe on and brought a candelabra downstairs with you, following the golden glow of light coming from under the door of Dr. Munson’s library.

You knocked first, because he was a very private man, and you were paranoid that he hated you for whatever reason. Maybe he didn’t think you were good enough for his creation?

“Enter,” a gruff voice bellowed from inside.

Edward Munson, brilliant surgeon and mad scientist, was hunched over his desk, fingers flying from inkwell to paper as he scribbled notes in his journal. Long, dark curly hair wild around his shoulders, with a touch of gray at the sides, and fingertips stained black from the ink.

“What do you want?” He grumbled, never looking up from the paper.

He knew it was you. He recognized the way your footsteps sounded on the floor above, the cadence of your knock, the way his heart jumped into his throat whenever you were near.

You shut the door behind you, pushing it until it clicked. A cozy fire roared in the hearth, the air smelled of old books, pipe tobacco, and leather. You intertwined your fingers in front of you and went to take a seat by the fire.

Eddie finally glanced up, your silence making him curious. That was when he saw your puffy face and the tears in your bloodshot eyes. The horrible way his “son” treated you was no secret among the house, and sometimes his thoughts found their way to wondering how it would’ve worked out if he’d found you first, and not Frankie.

With the pen still in his hand, he sat back in his seat. “I’m sorry this keeps happening. You deserve much better than this.”

You snapped a look at him. He was always so grumpy with you, this was the first time he’d ever offered you any semblance of comfort.

The nightgown under your robe was so tight to your skin that he could see the outline of your breasts and the way you weren’t wearing any undergarments. He cast his eyes back down at his desk, ashamed for even allowing himself to dream.

Pausing in the middle of the room, on your way to the couch by the fire, you were struck with a sudden epiphany: Dr. Munson was attracted to you. How had you never noticed it previously? The way the light from the fire danced on his skin, making his dark eyes sparkle.

Driven by loneliness and a sudden, rabid burst of horny, you slinked over to the big oak desk, hitching your ample hip out to rest it at the edge. The muscles in Eddie’s jaw flexed, eyes anchoring to yours, refusing to let them roam your body like they wanted to.

“What do you want from me?” His tone was tight, his cock twitching in his pants at how close you were. “You should go back to your room.”

What you wanted was to get back at your neglectful, cheating boyfriend. He got to have his fun several nights a week with whoever he wanted. Why couldn’t you have the same?

You came around the desk to be closer, now your leg was touching his. You let your hand graze up along your inner thigh over your nightgown, lips parted as you watched him from under hooded eyes. “I want you to touch me, doctor.”

Dr. Munson hasn’t been with a woman intimately for years. Mostly because he was a recluse who had no patience for the small talk required for getting to know someone, but also—he’d been harboring a secret crush on you since that first day Frankie brought you home.

His eyes flicked from the outline of your cunt to your face. “Show me,” he told you, pushing the sleeves up on his shirt.

Eager to please him, you ran your hands up your thighs to shimmy the silky skirt up around your hips, giving him the perfect view of your kitten.

Eddie’s mouth went dry at the sight, his brows knitting together. He inched forward to brace one hand on your thigh while the other worked a finger along your slit, hissing at your wetness. You yanked down the front of your nightgown to play with your nipples.

“Get on the desk,” he demanded, unbuttoning his shirt.

You had your knees bent, feet on his shoulders, quivering as his fingers spread you, his tongue seeking out the special nub that Frankie could never find. The scientist that he was, he had studied a woman’s anatomy extensively, and wanted to use his gathered knowledge to please you.

“Your mouth feels so good, doctor,” you whimpered.

He pulled away, chin dripping with a mix of saliva and your arousal, and then he worked a finger down, slipping in one, two, and then three. You were all the way back on the desk now, knocking things over as you writhed, spilling the inkwell.

He got to his feet, pushing his pants down to expose a generous pink length. You propped on your elbows to lick your lips and watch as he rubbed the tip along your slit with a groan, frowning in concentration.

“Is this what you want?” He mumbled, pulling open your lips to watch how well you took his tip.

You sat up to meet his mouth, fingers clawing into his crazy hair as you forced his lips open with your tongue. “I want you to give me a baby,” you begged. You found each other's eyes then, hovering on the implication of what was being asked. “Because we know Frankie can’t.”

It was true. As much of a medical miracle and scientific treasure Frankie was, Dr. Munson suspected his sperm was no longer viable. Sometimes he blamed his skill as a surgeon for how Frankie had turned out, but he had to be gentle with himself—that brain Igor found for him was not the organ of an intellectual.

Locking eyes with you, he sank all the way in, filling you to the base at first thrust, making you both cry out. He cursed, bracing his hands on the desk for leverage to piston his hips against you. You held his face between your hands and matched his need with your tongue.

His deft fingers moved from working your nipple to your clit, watching you unravel before his eyes. It wasn’t until he felt your walls flutter around his cock and heard you whimper his name that he allowed his release.

He grunted, fingers digging into your soft hips. He hadn’t tended to himself in days, and so the potential for seeds to be planted deep in your womb was strong.

It took a while for him to finish pumping it all in, and then you stretched back on the huge desk, planting your feet, knees wide. Maintaining eye contact with him, you used your fingers to push his cum deeper inside of you, tilting your hips up, holding it there, and then rubbing the excess up through your folds, before bringing them to your mouth to suck.

He kissed your stomach and your breasts, up your throat, sticking his own fingers inside to keep any from leaking out. “Stay like this until I say you can go,” he mumbled against your mouth. “And when it starts to drip down your leg, I want you to remember who put it there.”

“Yes, doctor,” you whined, listening to the plop of the tiny ink droplets as they fell from the desk and collected in a puddle on the floor.

#Eddie munson #eddie munson smut #older eddie munson #doctor eddie munson #frankensteins monster #the monster

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inchidentally · 2 months

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was originally writing this as tags on this photoset of Carlos but god no I need to write it out properly bc god knows carcar carloscar fans need more in our tags <3<3

also part blame falls on @wisteriagoesvroom as a carloscar enabler in chief !!!

AU where Carlos is already with Ferrari when Oscar was with Prema and they cross paths in Italy at the same facility while both filming media…

the Prema boys can't resist sneaking over to the next room to watch the big boys at Ferrari - maybe get an autograph or a picture! and Oscar has to suddenly grip his hoodie in front of himself when he sees Carlos looking like THAT. and then Carlos spots the pretty pink thing with the sweet mouth huddled with his friends, and the devastating fucker actually winks at Oscar. Robert and Logan look like their eyes are about to fall out of their heads and Fred is suppressing spasms of laughter but all of them freeze when Carlos saunters over to them, still wearing that second-skin hi vis top that clings all the way down to the grooves of his groin.

and maybe Carlos casually introduces himself to them and poses for selfies. but as the boys are scolded back to their own room for filming, maybe Carlos wraps a big tanned hand around Oscar's wrist and ohhhh my Carlos' fingers overlap so deep around the fine bones. his voice casually offers to take Oscar for dinner that night bc he's heard a lot about this impressive kid and he always likes to scope out the guys he'll be racing against one day. but his eyes are saying that he'd like to get to know the intimate skin of Oscar's thighs where they meet his ass.

Carlos goes so far as to meet Oscar at the shared accommodation and with a huge effort Oscar keeps the other boys from going all googly eyed out the window. Carlos is dressed in just a linen button down and dark trousers and it makes Oscar self-conscious about having borrowed a blazer from one of the race engineers to wear over his only pair of nice pants and a white collared shirt he's had since school. Carlos' Ferrari is as cool as he is and Oscar feels at ease finally in gushing about it all the way to the restaurant. Carlos seems to maybe be laughing a little bit at him but Oscar doesn't mind. and when Carlos says maybe he'll have something just as nice one day soon, Oscar lifts his chin and returns that 'maybe he'll have something even nicer'. it's clearly the right thing to say because Carlos tips his head back and actually cackles. he says "I knew I was going to like you, guapito" and slaps a huge hairy hand over Oscar's upper thigh.

Oscar had expected to be taken to a nice, cozy trattoria or some obnoxiously exclusive spot with celebrities "off duty" that Carlos would probably ignore. he wasn't expecting a small table in the intimate outdoor garden terrace of a restaurant that doesn't even have a sign out front. there's a heavenly breeze that didn't seem to exist outside the magic of the six tables placed comfortably apart from each other. the entire space is sinking into a pinky-orange dusk with only lanterns and candlelight illuminating everyone's faces.

Carlos is actually even funnier than he seems in the videos Oscar's been watching since he was probably too young to have a crush on someone Carlos' age. he's also crazy smart and can keep pace with Oscar in discussions about aerodynamics and the stuff that he knows a lot of other drivers don't want to be bothered about. he's also intimidatingly cultured and well-traveled and yes, unavoidably part of exceptionally elite society. there are strong divergences in their experiences both in and outside of racing but Oscar tilts his chin up with pride and refuses to feel embarrassed about chasing sponsorship money. he can see Carlos assessing him in those moments and his smile looks warm, not condescending.

two other things Oscar discovers about Carlos: he has no understanding of personal space, and he's got an iron constitution when it comes to potent wine. Oscar had tried to keep up so that he didn't seem like a total baby but still had to alternate his sips with water. Carlos had chuckled and stroked the hot open flat of his hand over each of Oscar's red cheeks, mumbling something in Italian to the waiter and they both grinned at Oscar knowingly.

the delicious food and heavy scent of earth carrying over from the countryside make Oscar feel sleepy and slightly dreamy as night settles around them. at some point, their chairs had scooted closer together and Oscar leaned more and more into Carlos' casual touch. Carlos' eyes are fully black in the dim light and the flame of the candle on their table is the only light reflected in them. his hand had gripped the back of Oscar's neck jokingly but he'd kept it there, massaging slightly. Oscar had hummed and then the fingers slipped up to cup the base of Oscar's skull, rubbing circles over the soft, closely cropped hairs.

Oscar can't even blame the wine he'd given up trying to enjoy an hour ago when he steadies himself with a hand on Carlos' thigh and pushes a closed-mouth kiss against Carlos' lips. he can't stop the whine when Carlos pulls away after a moment, leaning back in to whisper "not here" into his ear.

and maybe Carlos hastily pays up and guides Oscar with a big warm hand curled around where Oscar's waist dips narrow and lean. and maybe Carlos turns the car in the opposite direction of Oscar's accommodation, throwing a questioning look at him, to which Oscar replies by sinking lower into his seat and cupping himself lazily where he's been thickening up for the better part of an hour. Carlos swears heavily under his breath and speeds up to get to his apartment.

and Carlos crowds Oscar inside, carefully not putting his hands anywhere untoward as they climb the public stairs but never taking them off of him either. Carlos is on him the second he turns the lock on the door, pryng Oscar's mouth open with the kinds of kisses Oscar remembers seeing on his mom's favorite shows but that he didn't think existed in real life. how could anyone feel confident in taking someone else's mouth like that?

Carlos may not be much taller but he's broad and strong and muscles Oscar to the bedroom with ease. Oscar probably gets a surge of panic over wanting to make sure he gets at least one fantasy lived out in case Carlos doesn't like his body or changes his mind or gets a call from some supermodel who wants to come over and he boots Oscar out.

so he pulls away and actually begs to be allowed to blow Carlos, not even caring that his voice broke on the 'ple-ase'. and that's how Carlos ends up hastily throwing an accent pillow down on the floor for Oscar to kneel on while Carlos leans back on his arms on the bed with one hand curled in Oscar's hair, urging him on. it's seeing Oscar's arm moving furtively out of sight and realizing that Oscar's getting off just from energetically but inexpertly blowing him that gets Carlos to climax. he apologizes because he hadn't even warned him, but the sight of Oscar shuddering through his own orgasm and moaning with his open mouth overfilling with Carlos is honestly worth the rudeness.

reasoning that someone Oscar's age has practically no refractory period, Carlos hauls him up onto the bed and strips them both. he grips Oscar behind both knees and lays into abusing the flesh of his inner thighs that have been on his mind since that afternoon. he pushes Oscar's legs up even higher to get his teeth and tongue on the exact crease of thigh and cheek and works each side until the skin is red raw from his stubble. Oscar is making these small, broken-off noises that are driving Carlos crazy and he drops both legs to work his way up to Oscar's beautiful pecs. he assumes no one has ever paid attention to this area before now because Oscar nearly bucks him off the bed with how intensely he reacts.

and Carlos has probably gotten hard again so he swipes his lube from the bedside table and jerks them both off one-handed while worrying one of Oscar's nipples red and sore. Oscar comes again and Carlos has to kneel up and finish all over Oscar's pale, pink chest. some of it hits Oscar's chin where some of Carlos' come had already started to dry from before.

and maybe there's a moment after they've both recovered enough to think where Oscar is about to awkwardly as for a cab or maybe a ride back but Carlos gets ahead of it and tells him to text his friends and Carlos will drive him back in the morning.

and Carlos smirks when Oscar hovers his fingers over his phone, clearly unsure of how to phrase it. "go ahead and tell them all about it, it'll drive them crazy"

and Oscar smiles to himself as he types out who he's with and why and what they've done and then gazes up at Carlos who is holding Oscar's chin between thumb and forefinger, wiping down his face with a warm cloth.

"you're going to be bad news for me, Oscar. I can tell.”

there is a seriousness behind it that Oscar is too young and inexperienced to hear. instead he smirks and digs a knee into Carlos' side.

"you bet I am"

#carloscar #carcar #my writing

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yanderealm · 9 months

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okokokokkk i'm requesting! can you make ( yandere alphabet ) A, B, C, F, N and X for blade please? i know this is too much but-- i'm crushing on the yandere characters you write, lyra!

PAIRING : yandere! blade x fem! reader

TW : lots of YANDERE tendencies!, blood, violence, overlove, overjealousy, manipulation, kidnapping, psychological manipulation, isolation, gaslighting, ghosting, unhealthy actions, unhealthy relationship, blade smothering the reader, reader being dumb.

NOTE : ohhhhh, it's totally fine and i'm so happy that you requested me anon! :)) and ugh- please just write your request only in one ask not like this... and this is my last fem reader because i am not good at writing i mean specifyimg the reader’s gender exclusively, especially in smuts, so i decided to write for gn readers only, gotcha?

and i’m sorry for being ( really ) late and writing too short! i newly recovered from my depression.

i wish i could write better. and posting more of my writings but my time is very limited-

SENSITIVES, BLANK BLOGS & MINORS DNI !

Affection ( how do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? ) :

he would show his love in every way; pampering you with gifts, feeding you by his hands that he cooked them all for you, giving you kisses/hugs/compliments everyday if you behave well and… locking you up in your room and not allowing you to go out, telling you most terrifying scenarios what would happen if you didn’t accept to be his lover,

Blood ( how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling ) :

oh, come on. this stellaron hunter isn't afraid of having his hands bloody when it comes to his dear girl.

he has a potential of destroying a planet, even the whole universe for you, his dear darling.

because you’re his precious beloved, just enjoy him going crazy over you <3 .

let me tell you a story. one day, you were just hanging around with him

Cruelty ( how would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them ) :

he would use some drugs on you to calm you after kidnapping you first, but these drugs are too heavy for you so you probably would feel hazy for a week or more.

he would use every type of manipulation on you to make you all his. to make you not wake up in an utopical dream that waking up would result with a dystopia.

you would live in a big and cozy house but you aren’t allowed to go out, you have a terrace and balconies to have some oxygen, right?

Fight ( how would they feel if their darling fought back? ) :

he would simply block your attacks and ignore your help cries because he’s a patient type who can wait for you to shut up.

but if you push his buttons, he would not hold himself from manhandling you to shut up.

Naughty ( how would they punish their darling? )

he would treat you like a witch in middle ages. he’s a priest and you’re an innocent woman who have committed a witchcraft, aka blasphemy, but the priest won’t punish her lawfully. he’ll only make her don’t do it again. isn’t that simple to say?

but the process will never be easy on you no matter what the conditions are.

he’ll give you less food, less attention filled with more isolation and more cruelty.

Xoanon ( how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over? ) :

bro, i can’t say something specific to say that he would obviously worship you ( i swear it’s the only thing what i don’t understand lmao ).

but i can say he has two sides:

one; he would treat you like you’re worthless slave.

two; he would treat you like you’re his very dear darling and he would destroy the whole universe for you ( i accept him as a green flag ZORT )

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